The warmth under the blankets.
The quiet, slow breaths being taken evenly.
The soft, brushing caress of skin against his own.
Hizashi's lashes fluttered on his cheeks gently with his lips parted slightly with slow, even breaths of his own. A snore dying off in his throat. As if, somehow, if he convinced his body he was still sleeping it would do just that. He would slip back into that comfortable sleep of his but he knew it was impossible. His legs shifted slightly only to feel the tickle of Shouta's leg hair against his. Shifting his arms subtly only to slide against the black-haired man's side.
The other beneath the pillow where it stretched underneath with his hand curling up to touch wild curls. A rats nest that he could feel even with his eyes shut. His other hand resting limply on Shouta's back with his fingertips just barely brushing the bed beneath him. His hair rustled over the pillow when he shifted his head slightly with a slow breath leaving him. His heart was sprinting again; sickening, quick beats that had his stomach fluttering and dropping excitedly at these sensations.
It was too much for first thing in the morning but he knew there was no stopping it. No killing it in its tracks. His lashes fluttered on his cheeks again as he shifted his legs once more to get an assessment on how tightly wound their legs were. They were interlocked and hooked around ankles slightly. As if neither had any intention of letting the other get away easily. Arms were curled limply around his waist to hold him impossibly close to the black-haired man.
There was a tenderness between his legs that had him humming weakly when he realized with a shock that he'd slept with his hearing aids in. A bad, bad habit of his but he had been so overwhelmed last night that he hadn't thought to take them out. Oh, now that had heat tickling across his cheeks to recall the previous night. His lips pinched together slightly to hold back a hysterical giggle that he knew would be far too loud this early in the morning. Was it morning?
Or was it still nighttime? Shouta's apartment had a single window but the curtains were pulled tightly together; thick, heavy curtains that kept the light from spilling into the room so he couldn't tell the time. The warmth radiating off of Shouta had him twisting closer instinctively when he jumped at the touch of Shouta's cock touching his hip in response. He tried to keep from moving too much. From squirming and twisting with the emotions twisting into his chest.
He took a quiet, trembling breath before forcing his lashes to lift upwards. Peeking through them at the blurry image of Shouta's sleeping face. Oh, the black-haired man looked positively lovely. He was utterly beautiful. There wasn't a single wrinkle on his face; it was smooth, peaceful, with black lashes resting on his cheeks. His brows relaxed with full lips parted slightly with slow, even breaths being taken. Black curls touched his cheek, spilling against his neck.
Like he had thought, the black-haired man's hair was a rat nest of curls and knots; it was absolutely wild as they rubbed against the pillow. He gently ran his hand over those wild curls adoringly as he moved his arm from around Shouta's waist slowly, carefully, to reach his hand up. Skimming his fingers along his cheek to gently tuck his hair behind his ear to get it out of his face. Tracing his fingertips over Shouta's cheek bone, he watched his face scrunch slightly before smoothing out when he pulled his fingers away quickly.
His breaths hitched slightly before sighing out of him as his face turned into the pillow with a quiet sound leaving the black-haired man. There was something beautiful in being so twisted up with another man like this. There was something thrilling knowing it was Shouta he was twisted up with. He found himself blinking groggily before he turned his head to stare up at the dark ceiling of Shouta's room. He let out a slow breath before taking another that hitched on its way down.
His cheeks felt warm like the rest of him; he was so, so warm. Shouta was like a furnace under the blankets that kept him impossibly warm which he absolutely adored. The soft, gentle brush of skin against his own had him rolling his head over the pillow again to find that tranquil, peaceful face. Admiring that innocent beauty to Shouta's face as half of it was pressed into the pillow with those slow, even breaths being taken with a snore in the back of Shouta's throat.
It had been so long since he'd not only slept so soundly but that he slept soundly with another person. Sure, he'd slept with Nemuri and Oboro plenty of times but he'd never woken to such contentment. He'd never been so fulfilled upon waking like this. There was no other feeling to describe the emotions twisting in his chest as he raised his hand again to touch the side of Shouta's face lightly. Tracing the curve of it from his temple down to his jaw.
His stubble tickling his fingertips and he wondered if Shouta would shave it off leaving him smooth faced. If he'd grow his stubble out again because, if he was honest with himself, it was sexy. Oh, everything about Shouta was but he adored that stubble of his more than anything in the world. He traced the bags beneath his eye gently; they were so deep. As if the black-haired man hadn't been sleeping properly since he asked for the break. For space.
It had him frowning softly to himself as he traced that deep undereye bag gently before trailing his fingers down his cheek. Shouta wasn't off the hook. Not by a long shot. Yes, he was content. Yes, he felt fulfilled. Yes, he was euphoric. But did that mean he was letting go of his anger? Of his outrage? Not by a long shot. They had much, much more to talk about together. They had much more they needed to discuss together but there would be time for it today.
There would be time to sit down and talk. Did that mean they talked about last night? Or would it be unmentionable? God, last night had been an absolute whirlwind that had knocked him off of his damn feet. Shouta had been the eager, attentive lover that he'd not had in the past. The black-haired man had touched him, watched how he moved, and had chased after the right touches. The right caresses. And God, he'd been insatiable.
He'd forgotten about his phone in his jeans pocket, about his responsibilities at home, about his tasks, about his anger, about his sadness. He'd been lit aflame all night long with a passion he'd been robbed of for God knows how long. A passion that had lit his blood and left him reaching for Shouta again and again last night. Howling, wailing, crying out. Moaning, groaning, whining and whimpering. Grunting. Growling. Hands clawing, clutching, and twisting the other close as they could get them.
Shouting with delight just to feel Shouta's hips rutting against him as he growled in his ear those dirty, vulgar words that had twisted him up tighter than anything. Turned him on like nothing else. Oh, he'd been hungry for more, more, more from the black-haired man who seemed to delight in giving him what he needed. What they both needed. Wanted. He had ridden the man twice last night only to be pinned down to the bed with those hips slamming the air out of him.
Slamming the thoughts out of his head when his legs were shoved upwards and teeth buried into his throat. In his shoulders. His chest. Biting, sucking, pulling at him. Fingers rubbing into him deliciously as he howled at the black-haired man for faster. Harder. To listen as the bedframe groaned and hit against the wall rhythmically with their fierce movements. A spring in the mattress that had squeaked deafeningly as they moved together with his legs shaking in their upwards hold.
Clawing at Shouta's shoulders and back as he bit at his skin wherever he could. Marking the man's collarbones, his chest, and shoulders with marks. Crying out again and again as he was touched so beautifully that he was a twisting, wailing mess on the bed. Coming again and again with the black-haired man falling over with him. God, it was a hot night of need. Of want. A night filled with that simple desire to touch and be touched. To kiss and be kissed.
To fuck Shouta the way he'd been fantasizing about and to be fucked into the bed by the black-haired man who was so attentive. So receptive. No matter what he wanted, he was given it. He'd been spoiled rotten last night by this man who was so much better than any lover he'd had in the past. God, he couldn't remember the last time someone had fucked him like that. The last time someone had touched him like that.
He'd been too exhausted by the time it was over with that he'd fallen asleep with his hearing aids in. Touching Shouta's cheek gently, he trailed his fingers down it to that thick stubble cover his cheek. He couldn't help but admire the beauty to the black-haired man that had him struck breathless each time he was confronted with it. He was all the more beautiful laid out like this, sleeping peacefully with his arms around him. His legs intertwined with his own.
He was more than happy to spend the rest of his day, or night, right here in this bedroom with the black-haired man. He wished he knew what time it was. He wished he knew if it was day or night but he couldn't pull away easily without the black-haired man waking. He was so twisted up with him that he hardly knew where one leg ended and where Shouta's started. They were twisted up together good.
He shifted slightly with his legs tensing briefly which had Shouta's tightening around his with the arms around his waist tightening briefly as well. A slow breath being taken only for it to fly out of Shouta on a sigh with a quiet, sleepy mumble that he couldn't quite make out the words of. How precious this man was when he slept. He shifted again curiously when he felt that tenderness that had him wincing slightly.
He truly hadn't been prepared for so much sex, so much touching, in one night that he was left tender. Sensitive. He would've suggested anal at some point last night but he'd been so worked up, so lost in his own head, that he hadn't thought to suggest it. Going forward, he would have to suggest that more often. It wasn't worth it to wake up to his whole vagina aching like this. He felt swollen; as if he had somehow overused his own body.
It was an uncomfortable sensation but he tried his best to ignore it. He felt Shouta's cock brushing his hip again with his movement and it had his face burning with a blush as his thighs clenched at a pang between his legs. Was it residual? Or was it his body reacting to the touch of it? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him hissing in a breath as his fingers drifted down Shouta's cheek to his jaw gently. He wished he could say he wasn't embarrassed to be skin-to-skin with Shouta.
Especially after all that had happened last night but his face was hotter than he liked to admit as he laid there with his fingers trailing over Shouta's jaw. Listening to those back of throat snores leaving the black-haired man as his lashes fluttered on his cheek. His mouth hanging open slightly with lips looking a touch swollen from the passionate kisses last night. His fingers drifted to Shouta's chin when his gaze locked onto those kiss-swollen lips.
Lifting his fingers up without thinking, he touched the black-haired man's lower lip lightly with the tips of his fingers as he delicately traced the shape of his mouth as his own lips parted. Tingling. Longing. He wants Shouta's lips on his again; he wants to kiss this man silly until he felt he had his fill only to come back for more. Last night had been filled with many, many kisses but he still felt hungry for more. Felt hungry to take what he could from this man and give him only the best back.
He swallowed then before tracing the shape of his mouth delicately again. Just barely brushing those kiss-swollen lips as his own tingled when he pulled his fingers away to touch his cheek lightly. Admiring the thick stubble before reaching up to touch the studs glittering in Shouta's earlobe; they had a bright, brilliant jewel in them. A rich blue that had him staring in awe before he pulled his hand away from his earlobe and tucked his hand between their chests instead.
Staring at that sleeping as Shouta snored with hitching breaths being taken and he let his eyes flutter shut to cut off the blurry view. He wished he knew what time it was. If it was morning or night time still but those thick heavy curtains weren't giving him even a glimpse. He was glad, at least, that Shouta offered to let him shower in the morning even if he was leaving the apartment in the same clothes he'd arrived in. He couldn't help but wonder if Shouta was going to wake up soon.
If there was going to be a moment where they could go jump in the shower and freshen up. He didn't know if Shouta would touch him again but God if he didn't hope that the black-haired man will touch him again. What if he scooped him off of his feet to fuck him in the shower? What if he bent him over with fingers so deep in his ass he was howling out? What if he got the pleasure of having that thick erection inside of him in his other hole?
Fucking him that way rather than fucking his vagina like he'd been doing last night? What would it feel like to have something that thick inside of him there? What if Shouta allowed him the pleasure of going down on him? What would that thick erection feel like slipping over his tongue and down his throat? How would it clog it up? God, his mind was on a horny ramble that refused to stop. Refused to give him the smallest break now that he had finally broken the seal and fucked the man.
There was no end to these dirty thoughts of his it seemed and it only had those pangs of his inner walls clamping together making him squirm. Making his breaths hitch slightly which wouldn't do when it came to sleeping or feigning sleep if Shouta woke eventually. His eyes itched and burned, his eyelids heavy, but sleep was refusing to come for him again and he wished it would. Anything to sleep through these hungry, insatiable thoughts of his.
He felt like nothing more than a damn horndog. Felt like a hot mess. He needed his head to be ready for when Shouta eventually woke. He needed to be ready to talk with the black-haired man about his anger, his outrage, and he needed to keep that on the plate today. They'd hardly talked last night; hardly scratched the surface of what he wanted to say to the black-haired man. They'd jumped straight into sex and kept it going all night long.
They'd both been so insatiable that hands had hardly left one another all night. Today he knew they needed to have a sit down conversation together to talk through the hurt feelings. To understand what was going on. They needed to talk about what last night meant. After all, sex was hardly anything casual. Sure, he was twenty-six years old but he was a father to two boys who needed him. He didn't have time for something to be just a fling like this.
He didn't want something to be casual when he wanted it to mean something more. There was nothing he wanted more than to talk through the hurt feelings he had when it came down to it. Sighing out quietly to himself, he opened his eyes again to stare at the blurry view of Shouta's face. A slight fuzz but he was close enough to make out the features of his face. To make out those black lashes that rested on cheeks that were turning pink.
The large drool patch under his cheek on the pillow as his mouth hung open. Lips that were just a bit swollen from last night's passionate kisses. He lifted his hand up to touch the black-haired man's jaw which he traced forward to his chin where he lightly tapped at it before sighing out again. What a fool he was for mixing sex into this complicated friendship of theirs. There were too many questions that were left unanswered that needed to be answered.
He wished he could wake him up and ask all the questions he wanted to ask him. He wanted to question the black-haired man until he was red in the face but at least then he'd have some closure. He'd have some idea of where this was going to go now. Caressing Shouta's jaw lightly with his fingertips, the sound of his fingers dragging over the stubble was deafening in the quiet of the bedroom. He stared at Shouta's face when he felt the black-haired man shifting slightly against him.
And then, before he knew it, Shouta was inhaling slowly through his nose then letting it out through his mouth as he pulled his fingers away from his jaw. Watching those black lashes flutter as Shouta's head shifted on the pillow slightly then those lashes opened up. Dark eyes rolling sightlessly before focusing on him with the glaze of sleep to those dark eyes. Full lips parting again as Shouta blinked once, twice, then an arm was moving from around his waist to reach up.
Fingers touched his cheek gently then slid down it to his jaw in a caress that he found himself leaning into. The surprise on Shouta's face was absolutely adorable . He found himself smiling at the black-haired man who blinked before swallowing as he lifted his head from the pillow. Peering around the darkened bedroom before his head came back down on the pillow. Wincing at the wet patch that he'd left behind, the man's hair was an utter rats nest of curls and knots but the black-haired man hardly paid it mind.
Those awed eyes locked onto him once again. Shocked. Surprised. As if he were some kind of fantasy that was revealed to be true. It had him smiling softly at the black-haired man when he reached up gently to tap his nose playfully which had him flinching. His nose scrunching up slightly which was utterly adorable to him as he shifted slightly with the arm underneath him tightening slightly with that hand sliding along his back slightly.
"Good morning." His voice was cracking. Husky. He watched those black lashes fluttering in another blink when he rolled slightly now that he was free to do so and he stretched with his back arching up as the blankets twisted slightly. Pinned beneath his hip, they stretched tight over his stomach when he turned to grab his glasses. Sliding his arm from beneath the pillow to push his hearing aid back into place and then unfolded his glasses and slipped them on.
"Good morning to you too." A shiver went through him at just how husky Shouta's voice was when felt the hand beneath his lower back rubbing at him gently. Shouta's other hand drifting along his jaw before sliding down the side of his neck lightly. Down along the center of his chest to his stomach which had muscles jumping in a vicious quiver when that arm then curled around him and tugged him back as he yelped. "Do you have any plans for today?"
"Well, given that last night was an impromptu sleep over, I should get home soon. The sooner the better." He replied with a sigh as he looked to the alarm clock on the bedside table where the red numbers glowed at him. Ten forty-five. He sighed out again as he lifted a hand up to run through his hair when he rolled towards Shouta again. The black-haired man squeezing him gently as he reached up to touch his pink cheek. "Toshi and Izu will be looking for me today. I'm sure Eri is missing you too."
A frown pinched at the black-haired man's lips; as if he were displeased by something he'd said. But he knew it was the truth; Hitoshi and Izuku would be cross with him but they'd be happy to see him nonetheless. He should've called last night to explain why he wouldn't be home but he didn't think about it. He didn't think about a damn thing other than Shouta and that was wrong of him. "I suppose you are right about that. How about before you head out, I put on a pot of coffee and we take a shower?"
"Mmm, I want to say that's a bad choice. I want to say that I should head out that door right now, shower or no shower. Coffee or no coffee." He sighed out as he curled his arms around the black-haired man's shoulders again as he rolled then which pulled the blankets up allowing the cool air to attack the warmth of his skin but he hardly minded. Not when he had Shouta's skin brushing and sliding against his as they rolled with Shouta pulling him on top of him.
"I'm sensing a but." Shouta murmured with lips pressing to his cheek softly that crawled down towards his jaw as his teeth dragged over his bottom lip. Hands sliding up his back to his shoulder blades before sliding back down to his lower back. Nails scratching gently at him which had his breath catching in his throat when the black-haired man nipped at his jaw softly as he shuddered. "For a man who didn't want to hear buts last night, you certainly are about to use one."
"Oh, shut up! I have my reasons for using buts, you didn't!" He playfully replied with his arms tightening around Shouta's neck as their chests rubbed and pressed together. A tight press from hip to chest as hands rubbed at his lower back which held a light ache to it. It was nice, having those rather large and dry hands kneading at him like that when he hummed as lips crawled down his throat. "But I really need to get home. And yet I want a coffee and to take a shower so I don't wreak when I come home, you know? Nem is gonna know regardless."
"The woman does have a sixth sense for knowing when someone's had sex." Shouta murmured into his throat which sent shivers racing down his back as his back arched with hands sliding up them again. God, having those hands on him made it damn hard to remember they had much to talk about. They needed to talk about the anger. The heartache. The sex. They needed a good, long talk. "Do you wanna hear what I have in mind for you, Zashi? Something that balances it all out?"
Lips brushed his skin as Shouta murmured at him which had another shiver racing over him as he tightened his arms around his neck. God, as badly as he wanted to be angry with the black-haired man, he just couldn't at that moment. He wanted to be furious but he was finding himself all too distracted in the warmth of Shouta's skin. The scent of sweat that lingered between them as hands slid along his back. The feel of him. "Sure, tell me what you have in mind! I'd like to hear this magical solution that you have in mind, Sho!"
"You have breakfast with me and a coffee. Then I can let you borrow my shower and we can head off to your house together if you wanted? We can pick Eri up along the way if you're okay with that? Because as much as I want to ignore the elephant in the room, the fact of the matter is we have way too much to discuss." Hands slid down his back once more with hands curving down to rub over his ass then cup it with fingers squeezing into him. "I think it's a beautiful, amazing balance of it all."
"I was actually going to say we need to talk about, um, things!" He breathed out when hands squeezed at his ass again which had his tender crotch giving a throb. His clit throbbing weakly but God if it didn't have him shivering to have those lips on his throat as hands kneaded at his ass. Fuck, he felt weak. Utterly weak as he felt Shouta's cock pressing against him when it gave a little twitch as his hips squirmed. "Shouta, you're distracting me, you know that?"
"Wasn't my intention to distract you, Zashi." Words murmured against his collar bone when teeth nipped at him playfully and God if it didn't have his thighs squeezing together. He shouldn't be aroused. He shouldn't be letting himself get aroused but it was hard. So, so hard when Shouta was holding him like this and his skin was brushing so comfortingly against his. His hair tickling his jaw and throat. "But what do you think? We could start off with breakfast if you wanted?"
Sighing out, he felt teeth nibbling at his collar bone then teasingly before lips were making their way past the hollow of his throat. Moving up his throat with kisses that had him squirming as his thighs squeezed together to fight away any spasms. Any chance of getting wet. But God if this man wasn't making it hard when his hands were squeezing his ass tightly. When his skin was brushing against his. "You're an evil, evil man, you understand? You are the evilest man I know."
"And you fucking love it!" There was a playful growl to Shouta's voice that went perfectly with the huskiness of his morning voice making it deeper. Rougher. And fuck if that didn't have his crotch giving another throb as it shot through his stomach with a burst of heat. As if he were reigniting that passion from last night. It had his breath catching on a hitch when hands palmed at his ass before sliding up his back in a sweeping caress. "So, what do you say? Wanna work up an appetite?"
"'Work up an appetite'? Are you implying that I haven't worked up an appetite after last night?" He questioned playfully yet his voice wavered slightly; it was nowhere near as deep as Shouta's but it had the black-haired man shuddering beneath him. And then they were rolling again with Shouta flying on top of him as he was pinned down to the bed with hands pressing into the mattress. His head pressed back into the pillow as lips crawled down his throat. "Do you mean you want to work up an appetite?"
"I think we both can, can't we? Just once more, Zashi? Please? Let me taste you?" It had another shot hitting him right in the stomach at the slight plea of Shouta's voice that had his breath catching in his throat. Lips kissing down his throat to his collar bones. The hollow of his throat. Moving down to his chest where lips pressed to his nipple which tingled. It was just as sensitive as his crotch. It'd endured a lot last night from Shouta's mouth to his fingers. His teeth. "Would you let me?"
"God, when you ask it like that I just-" His voice cut off as his back arched from the bed as Shouta's teeth nipped at his nipple sharply. His tongue flicking at his piercing to lift it up briefly before dropping it as his tongue then lapped over his nipple. His areola. They were painfully, unbelievably sensitive as a whimper ripped out of him as his hands raised up to twist into those black locks. Gasping in then letting it shudder out of him as his tongue swirled against his nipple. "Fuck, you're a wicked, evil man!"
"C'mon, don't you have it in you? Let me have my breakfast, won't you?" Oh. Oh. It had his face burning at Shouta's implication as his teeth bit at his nipple and tugged at it with his teeth. Pulling, pulling, pulling at the sensitive thing before letting it go. And those black lashes fluttered with dark eyes looking up at him as he shifted his head to look at the black-haired man. "If you don't want me too then tell me, okay? I-I know I was kind of, ah, rough on you last night so if this is too much- If you don't want this then-"
"Shouta, if you don't shut up and eat my pussy at least once then I'm going to rip your damn hair out, you hear me? You fucked me to kingdom come last night and now you want to worry about asking my permission?" He could hear the incredulousness to his voice as it rose higher and the black-haired man blinked at him. Dark eyes widening at him as he tugged at those black curls insistently with a squirm. "So, as you put it, why don't you work up an appetite and eat your breakfast?"
Heat flashed in those dark eyes as Shouta's lips pressed together but the corners were twitching. And then they were curling up into a wicked smirk as the black-haired man began to kiss at his nipple before making his way across his chest to his left nipple. Lapping his tongue over the sensitive, hardening thing. His nipples were tingling with that overstimulation from last night but God if the heat of his tongue didn't feel good.
If it didn't have his back arching from the bed to push his chest up against the black-haired man's mouth. Shuddering when Shouta's mouth closed around it to suck his nipple and areola into his mouth gently. Delicately. It felt odd, their interaction but he felt boldened. After all, how could he not? He'd said nothing but the truth. Shouta had fucked him into this bed last night with all the over-eagerness of a new lover.
He didn't know if they'd do this again, if this would happen again, but he felt boldness was the way to go. It was the only option in a time like this, wasn't it? He dragged his teeth over his lip as Shouta suckled gently at his nipple and areola. His tongue flicking at his nipple, slipping beneath the jewelry to lift it up on one side until there was that all too familiar sting that had his breath trembling out of him. His crotch was unbelievably tender but it didn't stop it from giving a throb.
Inner walls squeezing together with his clit throbbing weakly as his thighs rubbed together slightly at the tingles pooling into his stomach. Tightening his hand in those black curls that wrapped so effortlessly around his fingers as Shouta continued his gently suckling with teeth digging in delicately as his tongue swirled. Flicked. Lapped. It had him shuddering with his heart skipping against his chest wildly as his thighs rubbed together again.
His lashes fluttered before his eyes shut again with said lashes tickling his cheeks. He arched up to press against his mouth as Shouta suckled at him before his teeth were dragging over his sensitive areola. Nibbling at his nipple gently; the metal of his piercing clicking off of his teeth with the action. Nibbling at him to get his nipple tingling as it hardened from the attention shown to it when he hissed in a breath as fingers flicked over his nipple.
A drifting caress over it before fingers came together to roll his nipple between his thumb and index finger; a gentle rolling that had him squirming. The attention being given to his nipples had tingles pooling into his stomach that created the all too familiar ache. Fluttering to life slowly but surely. As if his body was slowly waking and reacting to the stimulation being poured onto it. His teeth dragged over his lip as Shouta's mouth opened wider again to suck his areola into his mouth gently.
His tongue prodding his nipple. Lapping at it and his areola together sending shivers racing down his back while fingers continued to gently, delicately, roll his nipple between his finger and thumb. Squeezing with just enough pressure to get his breath catching in his throat. His lashes fluttering on his cheeks as his brows twitched together when he pressed his head back into the pillow with his hair rustling over it. Deafening in his ears.
He dug his teeth into his lip sending pain screeching down his chin from the fierce dig but he ignored it the best that he could as he squirmed. Arching his back from the bed to push his chest up against Shouta's mouth. Against his fingers that were tugging on his nipple with that firm pinch to get his nipple. It shrieked with a familiar pain that had him squirming again before he could stop himself.
He shuddered with his thighs rubbing together when his crotch gave another throb that had him twitching. His face burned hotly as Shouta continued to suckle on his nipple with teeth scraping playfully over his areola while fingers tugged at his other nipple again before rolling it. Twisting side to side just tightly enough to get his breaths catching in his throat as Shouta sucked harder at his nipple. A firm suction that wasn't at all like the gentle tempo he'd been using but God if it didn't have him melting into the bed.
It was so strange now that the fog of anger, of outrage, wasn't coloring this. The fact that they were merely acting upon the sexual desire rather than choking it down had him over the moon. But he couldn't help but wonder what this talk was going to entail. Were they going to be friends with benefits from now on? Was their friendship over? What were they now? They were questions that had him whimpering quietly to himself as he squirmed with hips shifting slightly.
He felt that dampness between his thighs. Tingles pooling into his stomach in a never ending current as the black-haired man toyed with his chest beautifully. Sucking, pinching, lapping and rolling. God, the attention to his nipples had him shuddering at the attentiveness behind the black-haired man's actions. It had him twisting eagerly as his thighs rubbed against Shouta's waist. Wincing at the gathering wetness between his thighs as his clit throbbed again with his inner walls.
Spasming together with that emptiness that felt like a true outrage. He knew he couldn't handle having Shouta's erection inside of him there again; not with how tender he felt. How swollen everything felt. He couldn't do that again after last night but he felt more than capable of doing something other. He whimpered when Shouta sucked firmly at his nipple with his tongue rolling and swirling around it with flicks and licks that had tingles pooling right to his stomach.
He was damp between his legs, the beginning of that wetness, and he rubbed his thighs against Shouta's waist again as his inner walls spasmed together again in another throb. His back arched up, his head turned over the pillow with his hair rustling over it. The quiet sound of Shouta's suckling mouth, the way his fingers were rolling his nipples, had him absolutely over the moon. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt away into the bed.
Having Shouta touch him, suck on him, like this was something out of a fantasy. How many times did he fantasize about this man toying with his chest? With him suckling at his nipples until they were puffy? To have him pinch and tug on them while he fucked him? It had him groaning quietly with his air huffing out of him when Shouta's teeth scraped over his areola again to bite at his nipple. His teeth digging in just enough to get him jolting at the sensitivity.
Then fingers tugged sharply at his other nipple which had pain tingling over his chest. A whimper flew out of him at the biting pressure of Shouta's teeth against his nipple. He felt the bed dipping as Shouta tensed slightly before sliding a hand along his thigh. Holding himself stiff to keep from pressing him into the mattress while fingers plucked at his nipple and teeth bit playfully at the other one. Sucking, swirling, lapping, licking at his nipple while fingers twisted, tugged and pinched at the other.
It had his nipples tingling at the sensations of those fingers along with the heat of his mouth that felt so, so good. Tingles pooled into his stomach to feed into the fluttering that pulled together into that all too familiar ache. He squirmed with his toes curling as his feet pressed into the bed while Shouta continued nipping at his nipple before sucking his areola back into his mouth. Firm sucks being given with the middle of his tongue rubbing against his nipple.
Rubbing over it again and again with the black-haired man humming into his chest. He gave a strained, shaking hum back as fingers twisted his nipple slightly before fingertips snuck beneath the jewelry. They lifted up which pulled on his nipple when he whimpered shrilly at Shouta who merely hummed into his chest again. Teeth digging gently into his areola as he suckled at him. His black curls tickled his skin leaving him breathless as he twisted a hand into those wild locks.
Clutching at them fervently with his thighs rubbing restlessly again as his inner walls spasmed together again in another throb. He could only imagine how damp he was; all over a little play with his nipples. Was it shameful? He had not a clue. But God if it didn't have him gasping in when Shouta pulled up on his piercing again which stretched his nipple up while sucking fervently at the other. By the end of this, his nipples were going to be sensitive.
It was going to drive him insane wearing his sweaters due to the material of them. He squirmed with his back arched up as his hand pressed against the back of Shouta's head with a weak moan leaving himself. He wants this man to touch him all morning long. To love him as he sought fit. He wanted him again and again but he was so tender. He hoped Shouta understood that; would he look swollen? Would Shouta be able to tell he was tender? Sensitive?
He shuddered with Shouta popped off of his nipple before lapping his tongue across it. Rubbing his tongue against his nipple while fingers twisted idly at his right one when he lifted his head up to find black lashes fluttering as Shouta's dark eyes lifted. Burning at him with a fervent desire that had him absolutely breathless. Wheezing out at the desire that was flashing in those dark eyes already. There were spots of red blooming on the black-haired man's cheeks.
Curls touching the sides of his face gently. It had his heart jumping in his chest as his stomach fluttered excitedly when Shouta kissed the center of his chest. And then he began to move downwards with those soft kisses being placed over his skin. Making their way down his chest as the black-haired man began crawling backwards with his knees sliding over the fitted sheet of the bed quietly. A whisper that rang out as the blanket was pushed at towards the bottom of the bed with the black-haired man's feet.
Then Shouta moved downward with space freed up. Lips pressing to his stomach had the muscles jumping in a vicious quiver that had him inhaling sharply as he lifted his head from the pillow slightly to watch the black-haired man. Watching as he kissed down his trembling stomach to his navel where he kissed at the start of his happy trail. And then hands were sliding up to caress his inner thighs to coax them further apart which he happily complied with as Shouta kissed down his happy trail.
Soft kisses that had him squirming slightly when he watched the hands on his inner thighs sliding up to squeeze his hips. Thumbs rolling into them soothingly as Shouta kissed down to his pelvis with those soft kisses of his. Moving down to his mound where soft kisses were placed over it as he watched Shouta nuzzle his lips and nose into his pubic hair. He made sure to keep himself neatly groomed; he always went in for waxing but he kept a small patch of neatly groomed hair on his pelvis and mound.
He watched Shouta nuzzle at him again before pulling away to dip his head down where he began to kiss along his labia. Firm kisses that pressed against his clit sending a jolt up his back then moving down further where he kissed over his entrance. It was swollen, tender, and yet his inner walls spasmed in a throb that was echoed in his clit. Kisses being given to his labia again and again with thumbs rolling into his hips to hold him still when he felt the tip of Shouta's tongue press to the seam of his labia.
Tracing it delicately upwards with his breath hot on that sensitive skin. It had him squirming with a pleading whimper as he tightened his hand in Shouta's hair when the black-haired man kissed at his labia again. And then, much to his delight, the black-haired man then chose a spot to suck his labia into his mouth. A soft, gentle suction when hands slid from his hips to caress his inner thighs as those wild black curls tickled his skin as he slid his left hand into those wild locks.
Holding onto the black-haired man who gently sucked on his labia while hands kneaded at his inner thighs. Pushing them open wider when Shouta popped off of his spot to kiss right above his clit with a firm pressure to get him jolting. Was he wet? He felt himself growing wet but God if it didn't have him squirming when Shouta dipped his head down to kiss at his labia again. Right above his swollen entrance. A firm kiss was given then Shouta's tongue was pushing past his labia to lap at his entrance.
A firm lick being given that had his hips jumping up as he gasped. Licking at him again and again like he was some sweet treat he was diving into; licking him with firm strokes over his entrance with his tongue twisting against him to get his breath catching in his throat. And then Shouta was licking his way up. His tongue sliding through his folds effortlessly as he lapped his way up with his tongue twisting to rub the middle of it against his swelling clit.
It had him gasping again only for it to fly out on a whimper as Shouta gently massaged the middle of his tongue against his clit before pulling away. Dipping his head down to lap over his entrance then licking up through the folds of skin that were surely wet by this point. He felt slick from the saliva of Shouta's as his tongue lapped at him with the tip of his tongue flicking at him. And God, if it didn't have him shuddering with his hips jumping up when Shouta gave another of those long, slow licks.
One that parted his labia around his tongue. Lapping at his entrance only to flick his tongue at his clit when he got to the top and fuck if it didn't have him moaning encouragingly at Shouta. Holding onto his hair as the black-haired man licked at him again and again with those flicks and rubs to his clit being given in a teasing manner. Shouta lapped at him with hands kneading at his inner thighs firmly with the quiet sound of trembling breaths being taken filling the quiet.
The wet sound of Shouta's mouth opening as he licked at him with a greedy hunger he'd recognize anywhere as his tongue slid through his folds. And then his mouth was closing against his swollen hole. It had him gasping with a jolt running up his back when the black-haired man began to suckle gently at him. His tongue tracing the slit gently as he suckled at him to which his hips jumped up to press against the black-haired man's mouth.
His hands pushing at the back of his head as he gasped as that tongue traced his hole again and again with gentle suction being given that had him whimpering. Oh, it was a new sensation but one that he adored all the same given the sensitive tenderness he had in that area. His mouth was hot on his hole as he suckled gently as if he were drinking his juices directly from the source. It was a cliché thought but one that had him whining at the black-haired man who hummed into him.
The vibrations had him shuddering. His hands tightening in those wild black locks of his desperately with a gasp being taken as his suckling continued. There was something absolutely magical about the heat of his mouth on such a sensitive spot with that gentle suckling. His tongue tracing the slit before rubbing his tongue against it with the tease that he might push in. Ohhh, that was a magical thought if he was honest with himself.
It had him squirming with his thighs squirming as Shouta's tongue continued to rub against his entrance. Lapping at him. It had his thighs trembling lightly as Shouta's tongue traced, flicked, and rubbed against him with hands kneading his thighs gently when the black-haired man lifted his mouth from his entrance to lap through his folds. The heat of his tongue was something absolutely amazing. The heat of his mouth on him was the most delightful thing in the world despite that tenderness.
It had him arching with his hips bucking slightly when Shouta dipped his head down to lap at his entrance again with the tip of his tongue tracing it delicately before flattening his tongue to lap up through his folds which had his back arching from the bed with a huff flying out of him. Tightening his hold on those wild black curls as he pushed on the back of his head lightly to press his mouth tighter to his skin. The black-haired man groaning into him with vibrations that had him squirming.
His thighs trembled before squirming slightly as he arched hips up when Shouta lapped up with his tongue rubbing delightedly over his clit. A firm lick that had a jolt running up his back at the sensitivity. At the jolt that speared into his stomach which had him gasping in a breath that trembled on its way down his throat. He clung to those black locks when Shouta began to lap at him faster. No longer those long, slow licks that had him squirming but rather something faster.
Firm licks had him whining shrilly at the black-haired man. He was licking at him like he was trying to get every last drop of him. Sucking his labia into his mouth gently with teeth nibbling at him gently before letting go to lap at him. Sucking his folds of skin into his mouth gently; sucking just below his clit to get his hips squirming as he ground up against his mouth that was tormenting him. It was a tease. A damn tease as his clit swelled with the blood flow to it when Shouta lapped his tongue over it again.
Rubbing the middle of his tongue into him which had him squirming with a pleading, eager moan slipping out of him when Shouta lapped at him. Pulling away just enough to prod his clit with the tip of his tongue with delicate flicks that had him shuddering as the black-haired man massaged his thighs. He couldn't stop himself from crying out when his swollen, sensitive clit was sucked into Shouta's mouth.
The heat of his mouth was so good, so good, so good it had his hips bucking in thrusts against his mouth. The black-haired man sucked on his clit with a gentle pressure, a gentle suction, that had him arching. His feet pressing into the bed to angle his hips up higher as he let himself grind against the heat of Shouta's mouth as his tongue swirled around his clit gently, delicately and keeping up that suction and pressure.
It had him squirming with his feet sliding over the fitted shit with the black-haired man moaning into him when he then felt a hand move away from his thigh. And much to his delight, the tips of fingers were sliding into the folds of skin beneath Shouta's mouth to caress him before sliding down to rub over his entrance. It had him gasping in when the tips of those fingers traced his slit up and down with a touch that had him bucking.
Had him whining eagerly as Shouta rolled his clit with his tongue in careful, gentle swirls. It had him absolutely drowning in the heat that swelled beneath his skin that clawed beneath the surface of it. A heat that was running along his bones. Making his blood hot in his very veins that seemed to gush through them. His stomach was pooling with that familiar pleasure that he'd experienced last night. It had his breaths shaking as he inhaled only for it to rasp out of him.
Shuddering when Shouta kept up that gentle sucking with his tongue prodding at his clit. Rubbing against him with all the pressure to get him squirming. His mouth then lifted, releasing his suction, but it didn't stop the man from grinding the middle of his tongue to his clit which felt absolutely amazing. Rubbing into him with lapping licks that had him absolutely melting as fingers traced along his slit again and again when he felt those fingers pressing against him.
It felt like too much but God if he didn't want something of Shouta inside of him. If it didn't have him twisting eagerly with his heart jumping in his chest as those fingers pressed into him gently as Shouta lapped at him. And then, much to his delight, the black-haired man began to move his tongue in the alphabet. A, B, C, D, E. Gentle movements of his tongue as he traced it out had him absolutely shuddering.
His thighs jerking slightly towards Shouta's head but he forced them to stay open. Just a little longer. And then he was crying out again when Shouta's fingers were pushing into him with a slick squelch that had his hips bucking eagerly against his mouth. Down against his fingers that slid into him gently; slowly. Pushing their way into him before curling slightly to rub into his inner wall with slow, firm circles that had him moaning at the black-haired man delightedly.
Holding onto his hair fiercely as he pushed against his head to crush his mouth against his skin with a slick squelch when that tongue was moving again. F, G, H, I, J. Fuck, his thighs were shaking as his hands trembled in their places against Shouta's head when the black-haired man moaned into him. A muffled sound that had him pushing eagerly against the back of his head as Shouta rubbed the middle of his tongue against his clit again.
Moving in circles that had him absolutely shuddering with his hands clutching fiercely at those locks of hair with tugs as he moaned out again. His heart was hammering against his back at each awkward, gentle movement of Shouta's tongue against his clit as fingers rubbed at his inner wall. Curling with just enough pressure to get him squirming, twisting, as his thighs jerked again when the black-haired man rolled his fingers into his inner wall.
Clenching around those thick fingers of his were absolutely amazing. A shiver racing up his back when he felt Shouta's tongue moving again against his clit. K, L, M, N, O. Exaggerated, perfect rolls of his tongue as he traced out the shapes into him had his hands shaking. The pleasure that pooled into his stomach was something that had him utterly squirming as the black-haired man rolled his fingers into his inner wall.
Firm circles before those fingers were pulling back then thrusting into him shallowly with a slick squelch that had him gasping. Was he that wet? How could he get so wet over one man? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him arching with his hips rocking against Shouta's mouth. Whining as the black-haired man lapped at his folds again; the heat of his tongue parting his labia as he ran his tongue through his folds.
Coming up to lap over his clit with a firm lick that had his hips bucking up when that tongue began to move against him. Q, R, S, T, U. The exaggerated movements of Shouta's tongue had him arching and squirming with his breaths rasping down his throat faster, faster, faster. Panting shallowly as the black-haired man began to thrust his fingers into him. Gently, shallowly with that slick squelch ringing out to punctuate each thrust of the black-haired man's fingers.
The pads of them rubbing into his inner walls firmly with a slight curl to his fingers that had him moaning delightedly at the black-haired man. Oh, he didn't know how thick or thin the walls were but he knew Shouta's neighbors had to hate him. Hate both of them. It sent a little shiver down his back as his feet pressed into the bed to keep his hips arched upwards. His hands tugging at those black locks as he held onto him with the middle of his tongue rubbing at his clit again.
Sliding up with the tip pressing against him. V, W, X, Y, Z. Ohhhh, it had him jerking. Jolting. The heat of Shouta's mouth was absolutely wonderful as he began to lap at his clit with the middle of his tongue lapping and rubbing against him. Shaking, huffing pants were taken by the both of them as Shouta's fingers thrusted into him with that slick squelching ringing out. Rubbing at his inner walls so delightfully as muscles clenched tightly around those thick fingers of his.
They felt so damn good inside of him. Just like his cock had. It had him moaning as he turned his head into the pillow with his fingers clutching at Shouta's hair, pushing against his head fervently. Listening to the wet squelch of his tongue moving against his wet folds; lapping at his clit with licks that had his legs shaking. Fingers thrusting into him with a squelch of their own as he panted shallowly with his brows squeezing together at the pleasure pooling into his stomach.
A tight, hot pleasure that poured into him like liquid magma leaving him to cling to the black locks of hair. Shouta was eating him out with a fervor that had him panting with heat raking beneath the surface of his skin. He happily squirmed with his thighs coming up together despite the hand on his left thigh to press against Shouta's head with the black-haired man moaning into him again. Vibrations that felt utterly delightful against the tenderness of his crotch.
His clit felt so damn hard with light, erratic thighs as his thighs rubbed against the sides of the black-haired man's head with his hair tickling his thighs. He clung to the black-haired man as he pushed on his head with that tongue lapping through his folds, over his clit, tearing a cry out of him when it was pulled into the heat of Shouta's mouth again. Sucked into his mouth with a damn good pressure to get him writhing with his feet lifting from the bed to curl his legs up over Shouta's shoulders.
Letting the black-haired man settle in between them as he dug the heels of his feet into his back as the black-haired man suckled on his clit. Fingers thrusting into him shallowly with that slick squelch with fingers curling slightly in that 'come here' motion that had him writhing. Twisting. He clawed at Shouta's scalp that had another keening moan spilling out of the black-haired man that had vibrations running over his clit. And God if that didn't feel fucking amazing.
If it didn't have him moaning out back at the black-haired man who suckled at his clit. His fingers thrusting into him quickly with his hands shaking with his legs as his back arched from the bed. His head rolling over the pillow before he tossed it back with a gasp as teeth nibbled gently on his clit with that firm suction. It had him absolutely boiling in his own skin as he clung to the black curls in his hand with his thighs squeezing around his head. The pleasure was hot.
Fierce. It shook his very bones. It had him gasping delightedly with his hands holding onto the black-haired man desperately who was sucking at his clit with his tongue swirling around it. Lapping at him with a moan vibrating into his wet skin. How swollen he felt, how tender, and yet Shouta was being both passionate yet careful. As if he understood just how tender he was after a night of lovemaking but also making sure he got pleasure from this.
It had him absolutely writhing as that mouth continued to suckle at his clit; the heat of his mouth was utterly amazing and he couldn't get enough of it. He twisted with his legs tensing as he dug the heels of his feet into Shouta's back when the black-haired man was shifting. Sitting up on his knees as he dragged his lower half with him and before he knew it, he was being folded in half gently. His legs tightened over his shoulders when Shouta sucked on his clit with a harder suction that had him crying out.
Listening to the slick squelch of those thrusting fingers as his chest heaved with racing pants as his lashes fluttered with his eyes threatening to roll back on him when he found those dark eyes on him. Burning down at him as Shouta's tongue swirled around his clit before lifting his mouth away from it, dipping his head down. And then his tongue was lapping through his folds up to his clit with his nose nuzzling into the blonde pubic hairs.
It had him gasping, twisting, with his hands tugging at black curls as he slid his hands to cup his head. Pressing against him to get that pressure, that wet friction, that he needed from the man who lapped at him. Fingers thrusting quickly into him with his tongue twisting and lapping at his folds before coming up to his swollen clit again and again. Long, firm licks that had him crying out as he tugged at those black curls restlessly.
His thighs rubbing against the sides of his head before tensing as the black-haired man moaned into him again. There was something about the angle that allowed him to watch as Shouta licked and lapped at him. To meet those dark eyes that stared down at him with such passion it had him gasping in his air that rushed out far too fast as Shouta then sucked his labia into his mouth. Nibbling gently like he had before as fingers curled inside of him.
Fuck if it didn't have him jolting with those fingers that rubbed at him. Tight circles that had him clawing at the black-haired man's scalp. Oh, oh, there was nothing better than having the heat of his mouth on him. Feeling his tongue moving over his folds, his clit, with firm licks that had his thighs squirming on either side of Shouta's head with a keening moan spilling out of him desperately.
Fingers thrusted into him faster, faster, faster as they began to slip past that shallow depth that they'd been using for longer thrusts. God, those fingers felt so good inside of him. Shouta had some nice, decently thick fingers that stretched him just enough to be pleasurable without being overwhelming. His fingers curled into his inner wall to rub at him when he curled his finger again in that beckoning motion.
Pressing into him when he was jolting with a shrill cry as Shouta rubbed into him. And rather than thrusting into him, the black-haired man stretched his fingers deeply into him with that curl to press right into his G-spot. A place he'd only hit with special toys aimed to press in to the spot. And God, it had heat ripping under his skin as he jolted and jerked with his hips grinding against Shouta's mouth. Shouting out when the heat of his mouth covered his clit.
Sucking, swirling, licking, prodding. Fingers rolling into his G-spot so damn good it had his legs shaking with the rest of him as his heels dug into his upper back. His hands holding him to his pussy with that wet squelch of his moving tongue and mouth on the wet folds of skin. Eating him out with a gentle ferocity that had him shaking as he clawed at his scalp. The black-haired man moaning into his skin with vibrations that had shuddering as he tightened his legs over his shoulders.
Holding the black-haired man close to his skin as fingers rolled into that delightful spot that had him twisting. Squirming. He gasped in his pans as his nails raked over Shouta's scalp again which earned him yet another moan from Shouta. Fuck, was there any better way to start out his day? Was there any way to start a day better? His hands shook as he squeezed fistfuls of black curls with his hands pressing against his head for a harder press and Shouta didn't make a single noise of complaint.
Instead, he moaned into his pussy like he was the best thing he'd ever tasted. Like he was just as pleasurably euphoric as himself. His tongue slid against his clit, the middle of it rubbing into him, and fuck if it didn't have his swollen clit positively throbbing. If it didn't have him writhing and twisting with his legs squirming over those broad shoulders of his as his pants rasped down his throat only to rake out of him.
He pulled Shouta impossibly tight against his throbbing pussy as fingers continued rubbing into his G-spot. Oh, oh, there was nothing he adored more than that. The pleasure was pooling into his stomach like molten lava that ran along his bones. Leaving him hot, hot, hot. Heat was sizzling under his skin with a ferocity that had him gasping as he writhed and twisted beneath the black-haired man desperately. The man merely ate him out like he was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
His clit felt painfully swollen; throbbing wildly with his inner walls spasming and clenching around those long, thick fingers of Shouta's as he gasped. Throwing his head back into the pillow with his hair rustling over it as the heat of Shouta's mouth soaked into him. His tongue moving to lick, lap, swirl, and flick at him leaving him a writhing mess with his hands pressing against the back of his head with his teeth dragging then digging into his lip.
Fuck, this man was eating him out like he was a meal he was going to get every little bit of. Eating him with a fervor that had him gasping. His head reeling. When was the last time he had a lover so dedicated to making sure he felt good? Who ate him out like this? Shouta's tongue twisting against his clit had his mind blanking out to the pleasure that washed over him in response. A hot, stabbing pleasure that screamed with the sensitivity that had him twisting and turning eagerly.
His thighs rubbing on either side of Shouta's head with the man moaning into him when down tongue lapped over his clit. A firm lick that had him throwing his head back to shout as he clawed at him. Wanting to drag him closer, closer, closer only to find that there was no closer. The heat of Shouta's mouth was absolutely everything with pleasure gushing into him with each roll of those fingers against his G-spot.
Ohhhhh, this man was going to make him come for God knows how many times. He came, if he remembered right, five times last night. Five rounds. And now he was getting dangerously close to coming a sixth and final time. It was a thought that had his legs shaking as his ankles crossed against the man's back with fingers moving quickly to rub into his spot firmly. Consistently. It had him writhing with his hips bucking, grinding, against the heat of his mouth.
Fuck, fuck! He wanted to last so much longer but he knew there was no chance of it with how sensitive he was. Tender. Shouta's fingers filled him up just like his cock did. Something that had him utterly addicted. This man was skillful with his cock, his hands, and his mouth. Was there any part of him that didn't turn out to be completely, utterly magical? That didn't prove to be better than any lover he had in the past?
He jumped when his phone began to vibrate against the floor of Shouta's bedroom but he couldn't move. Couldn't answer it now. Not when he was feeling that fluttering drawing together in his stomach that was tensing up on him like his thighs that trembled. Rubbing restlessly as he cupped the back of Shouta's head to keep him pressed tight against his throbbing pussy. Everything was throbbing; everything so, so wet.
He gasped with Shouta's pants fanning over his mound as his mouth covered his clit and labia slightly. Sucking them into his mouth with his tongue prodding and rubbing. Licking. Flicking. God, that tongue of his was fucking skillful. This man was by far the greatest lover he'd ever had in his life, he swore it. Shouta's fingers were moving quickly to roll into his G-spot and fuck if that pleasure didn't scald. If it didn't have him twisting with pleading, airy whimpers leaving the back of his throat only to get another rub.
Another grinding circle rolled into that sensitive spot inside of him. His inner walls were throbbing, squeezing, around those fingers of his much like his swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves throbbed as he gasped in a breath only for it to fly out on a cry. Writhing, twisting, squirming. Oh, this man was going to be the death of him! It had him twisting with his nails dragging over Shouta's scalp. The pleasure was too intense; too hot. As if his body were overheating after the various rounds last night. Frying out.
"God, yes, Shouta! Ohhh, fuck! Fuck! Yo-You're eatin' me out so fu-fucking gooood! Ah! Oh! Mmmm! Ah, ah, ah! Yo-You're so fucking good! Your hands, you co-cock, and your mo-mouth! All of it is so fucking good, baby! Ohhhhh, Shouta! Yo-You're drivin' me crazy! Ah, I wa-want you to fuck me in the shower! Want you to-to touch me! Nnnnn! I ne-need you so bad! Want you so fu-fucking bad, baby! I wa-want to choke on that fat fu-ffffucking cock of yours! I want to touch you! Ohhhhh, yes, yes, yes! Yo-You're gonna ma-make me cum!"
Shouta's answering moan into his folds had him shouting as he threw his head back into the pillow with Shouta's mouth moving against him. Firm sucks on his throbbing clit to get him twisting and writhing. His thighs rubbing on either side of his head as his knees bent up slightly with his feet sliding along his back. Folded up slightly, he found himself opening his eyes that he hadn't been aware he'd closed. Eyes that rolled sightlessly before locking onto the black-haired man above him.
Those dark eyes blazing down at him. A lustful hunger to those eyes that had him moaning at the black-haired man eagerly with his fingers tugging at black curls. Pressing against his head as he met those hungry, lustful eyes without so much as a flinch. Fuck, does he love this man. It had him jerking at the thought with his face burning hotly with a fresh blush. Did he love Shouta? Did he? Or was it just the lustful thoughts fogging his mind?
He had not a clue but it was hard to think when that sinful tongue of his was flicking at his clit and rubbing over it. When he was arching, twisting, bucking against the heat of Shouta's mouth. When those fingers were rubbing delightfully into his G-spot again and again to which he found himself arching at. Oh, oh, oh this man knew just what to do to drive him crazy. He knew just what to do to get him absolutely howling as he pressed his head back into the pillow as that tongue prodded at him.
Lapping, licking, and twisting. Undulating up with rubs that had his thighs shaking and his toes curling tightly. Had his air gasping down into his lungs when the black-haired man flicked ruthlessly at his throbbing, swollen clit. God, had it ever been so hard? He couldn't remember but fuck if it wasn't driving him crazy as it throbbed wildly as Shouta toyed with it. Fingers rubbing at that spot again and again before they pulled away to begin thrusting into him again.
And fuck, G-spot or no G-spot, it still felt so fucking good to have those fingers moving inside of him. To have them thrusting into him with slick squelches ringing out when he felt something dribble down his ass. Was he that wet again? So wet that he'd drip down his ass? Or was it simply from Shouta's saliva? Either way, it had him shuddering with a moan in his throat tearing out of him at a snapping pitch.
His eyes tearing away from Shouta's as his lashes fluttered before they rolled back with a shout leaving him as he clawed at his scalp. Loving the keening moan the black-haired man gave him in response to his clawing fingers as he tugged at black curls. He was more than happy to stay just like this until they both came. He wanted to touch Shouta. He wanted to make Shouta feel just as good as he was feeling.
There was nothing more he wanted more than that as Shouta's fingers thrusted into him fast, fast, fast with the pads of those fingers rubbing against his inner walls. His lashes trembling on his cheeks at the ecstasy, at the pleasure, pooling into him. Ohhhh, it was so fucking good. Shouta was driving him wild as he lapped over him delightedly as those fingers thrusted into him when fingers pulled back, back, back.
Slipping out of him with a squelch when Shouta's mouth popped off of him to which he forced his heavy lashes up. And God, it had him moaning at the sight of saliva, of wetness, connecting his mound to Shouta's mouth. Slick. Wet. His chin looked damp, his lips wet, and fuck if that wasn't the biggest turn on as Shouta panted. And then his head was dipping down towards his entrance where that mouth covered him again like he had with his clit.
On this time, instead of thrusting fingers, he was crying out as Shouta's tongue pushed into him. He bucked his hips to grind against his mouth as that tongue slipped into him effortlessly with flicks at his inner walls as the heat of his mouth pressed against him fervently. His arm curled over his thigh then with fingers sneaking through his wet folds before pressing into his clit. And then fingers were fanning out in that V formation to rub on either side of it with the tease of the century it seemed.
He whimpered at the black-haired man who was grinding his tongue into his inner wall with a moan as he clenched around that wriggling tongue. It was so good, so good, so good. His muscles clenching involuntarily around that tongue that slipped into him slickly when it lapped at his inner wall. Then it pulled back and thrusted forward into him with a slick slide that had him moaning lowly in his throat. Fingers gently pinched his swollen clit before fingers were pressing into it.
And just like last night, Shouta's fingers gingerly pressed into it with another moan leaving the black-haired man as he began to roll his fingers into the swollen bundle of nerves. A clock-wise rotation of his fingers that had him gasping with delight as his hips bucked eagerly against his mouth. Against his fingers. Moaning delightedly with increasing volume that was doing nothing but growing louder. Oh, he knew it was wrong to be so loud.
Especially so early in the morning but he just couldn't stop himself. Not in the slightest bit. And he knew that was awful of him. But God, the way Shouta's tongue was swirling inside of him, the way it flicked and rubbed against his inner wall was absolutely amazing. His thighs were shaking as they stiffened and tensed rhythmically with that fluttering in his lower stomach. Pulling together into a hot spark that was fed with each rasping breath he took.
Each moan that snapped out of him in response to the pleasure raking under his skin and each muffled moan he got from Shouta. Was he hard? Was it painful? Was he leaking all over his stomach? He wanted nothing more than to hear about it from the black-haired man but that meant pulling his mouth away. That meant losing the delightful way that tongue rubbed at his inner walls and flicked at him.
He moaned delightedly with his nails dragging over Shouta's scalp once more with the black-haired man moaning at him in response. Shivering at the vibrations that raced over his pussy in the most delightful way possible. It had him absolutely writhing as that tongue began to thrust into him slickly again while lapping at his inner wall. His fingers rolling in tight circles against his clit with a franticness that had him writhing and twisting.
That hot spark in his lower stomach twisting tighter, tighter, tighter with each rolling rub of Shouta's fingers into his clit. It had him bucking desperately against his mouth, grinding against it, as that tongue continued to thrust slickly into him. Flicking at his inner walls when they trembled and tightened around that moving tongue of his. And God, it wasn't the same as having those fingers thrusting into him but he didn't care in the slightest bit. How could he?
He had those fingers rolling into his swollen clit, his tongue moving inside of him, and there was something absolutely thrilling about it. Something that had him moaning delightedly with his back arching from the bed with his hair rustling over the pillow deafeningly as he listened to his pants coming faster. An airy, breathless whimper leaving himself as he twisted against the bed. His heart hammering so damn hard against his chest that he was half convinced he could hear it in his ears.
An impossibility but fuck if his heart wasn't racing. If that spark wasn't twisting tightly into his lower stomach as he panted with his fingers tugging at those black curls delightedly with his thighs tightening around the man's head. Oh, he wanted Shouta to do this again. And again. He wants those fingers to slip into his ass and fuck him silly. He wants Shouta to be buried in him to the hilt again like he was last night. All he wants is to feel Shouta inside of him again.
The idea that he could have Shouta in his ass, fucking him silly, had him twisting. And he was clawing his way up that mountain as the spark in his lower stomach tightened, tightened, tightened. Gasping. Panting. Clawing. He needed something to hold onto as he found himself racing to that mountain top where he danced on the edge. Dancing on a knife's edge as he gasped in his pants with his brows squeezing tightly together when that tongue was rubbing against his inner wall.
Licking him up. Fingers rolling into his swollen clit fiercely with that silent reassurance he could come. That he could tip over. The black-haired man was the perfect balance of comforting, gentle, and passionately hungry for him. It had him arching with hips bucking desperately as he cried out shrilly with his hands tightening in Shouta's hair as he pressed himself against his face. Shoving him into his throbbing pussy when he was tumbling.
Falling right over that edge with a shout as he stiffened up with his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. His thighs shaking as sparks raced up them with fingers rolling into his clit fervently as he arched up from the bed with his legs clamping around Shouta's head. Rubbing desperately as he wailed louder, louder, louder with that orgasm exploding into his stomach as he tensed up.
His vagina clamping around Shouta's tongue with hard, clenching spasms that had the black-haired man moaning as he throbbed. Fingers rolled into his swollen clit to help guide his orgasm along as he held his breath down his lungs. White-hot heat ripping under his skin leaving him helpless. Drowning, drowning, drowning. He was struggling to find that urge to breathe as he remained stiff with his heart hammering in his chest to pump that heat through him.
Tearing him apart like savage animals. Suspended in a white-hot state that left him holding his lungs down to bear the throbs of his clit. Of his vagina. Doing his best to weakly rock his hips against Shouta's mouth that was pulling away from him. God, his whole crotch seemed to be throbbing. The roll of those fingers feeling like far, far too much yet not enough as Shouta pulled away from him. Fingers pulling away from his throbbing clit when Shouta began moving backwards with his lower half being dropped slowly.
And then his orgasm was rushing out of him as suddenly as it came over him. Twitching at the aftershocks, he shook under the white-hot heat ebbed out of him in waves that clawed. That took their sweet time leaving him. Once they had ebbed out of him, he sighed out as his inner walls twitched and spasmed together. Weak throbs compared to those harder ones as he forced his lashes up. His eyes rolling sightlessly before his gaze locked on the man between his spread thighs.
He pushed himself up weakly as his gaze fell down to his erection. The head was flushed a soft red, irritated looking from all the activity of last night but pre-come dribbled from the slit to roll down his shaft. He looked so hard it was painful. He reached out to run his fingers along the underside of Shouta's erection. Earning himself a whimper when he noted liquid dripping down his chin. His lips were wet like his chin when he leaned forward to press his tongue to his chin.
Licking his way up to the corner of Shouta's mouth. The musky taste of his own come spread over his tongue as he then lapped his tongue across Shouta's lower lip with the black-haired man groaning. And then those full lips were crushing down on his as he wrapped his fingers around Shouta's erection. He was so hard. How could one man get this hard? Over him? It was incredibly flattering. A turn on. But he couldn't handle another orgasm; not after the many he'd had last night.
It would become painful soon and he didn't want to feel pain when he wanted pleasure. But would they do this again? Was this a one-time thing? Or would they come together again? He didn't have the answers as he slid his lips against Shouta's when he felt hands caressing his shaking thighs as he began to stroke the black-haired man. Stroking him quickly with his fingers swiping up over the dripping head before sliding down to the base to knead at him.
There were a few veins popping out that he traced with the tips of his fingers as he kissed the black-haired man fervently. That musky taste of his own come on his tongue was a turn on like nothing else. Stroking Shouta quickly, he squeezed that thick erection in his hand with a weak moan leaving him with racing pants taken through his nose. He kept up his tight squeeze as he stroked him fast; then a hand was touching his wrist to coax his hand to twist.
To curve near the head. He understood what the black-haired man wanted and he happily began to twist, to curve, his hand when he reached the head which had the man moaning at him. He kept up his fast pace as he gave another squeeze that had Shouta moaning with hands sliding over his thighs again. His crotch throbbed weakly with his inner walls spasming together. Twitching at the aftershocks.
He ignored it the best he could with his mind focusing on the man before him who was squirming slightly. Hips moving to thrust into his hand with a whimper leaving the black-haired man. There was nothing he wanted more than to make sure that Shouta felt good. God knows that he felt unbelievably amazing in his hand. He slid his hand up his shaft to roll his fingers over the head of his erection delightedly. His fingers grinding into the slit which had Shouta groaning with hips thrusting against them.
He rolled his fingers over the head in lazy, swirling rubs as he smeared away the pre-come welling along the slit delightedly before sliding his hand down. Stroking the black-haired man quickly, he'd never felt anything harder in his hand. Fuck, Shouta had been impossibly hard last night when he'd been fucking him but compared to now? He swore he'd never had a man get harder over him than he was now. He found himself eager as he slid his lips passionately, fiercely, with Shouta's.
That sharp smack rang out to fill the quiet of the bedroom. Shouta was twisting closer to him with hands sliding along his thighs to drag him impossibly close to him as he stroked fast. Squeezing. There was something so fascinating with feeling how hard Shouta was for him. The fact that he could manage an erection like this was absolutely mesmerizing. He didn't know if he felt more honored or surprised that one man could get so hard but God if he didn't adore it.
He happily twisted forward against the black-haired man who was kissing him with that answering passion. A lust that had his blood flaming in his veins as he kissed Shouta eagerly as he all but climbed into his lap as he stroked the black-haired man quickly. Rolling his fingers over the slick head where he tapped his fingers with a light, wet tapping sound ringing out. It had Shouta groaning into the kisses that they exchanged as he slid his hand down to the base.
And he kneaded at the black-haired man who bucked. Thrusting into his hand to meet his stroking and God if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing in the world. He stroked in twisting curves that had Shouta groaning louder, louder, louder when he curved his hand up then rolled his fingers over the wet head. Pre-come dribbling over his fingers when he wasn't fast enough but he didn't care about Shouta making a mess over him.
He'd done the same to the black-haired man who had appeared happy that he'd come so hard. He stroked the black-haired man eagerly with his fingers clutching fiercely at the hard thing in his hand. He wanted nothing more than for Shouta to feel that similar passion, that similar pleasure, as he jerked him off. Last night when they'd been using hands, he'd not thought to give this man a hand job but he was happy to do it now. Maybe, if they did this again, he could blow him next time.
Maybe he'd get the pleasure of this hard, throbbing thing sliding over his tongue and down his throat to clog it up. To feel it twitching and throbbing down his throat. To bury his nose in those wild black curls that covered his pelvis. It had him groaning quietly to himself at his thoughts as his inner walls spasmed weakly with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Focusing instead on Shouta. The man who needed his undivided attention to get him off. To make him feel good.
He curved an arm up to wrap around his shoulders as he gently twisted his hand into those wild black curls to scratch at his head gently. Delicately. Stroking him fast with pre-come dripping over his fingers as he squeezed the black-haired man with his fingertips prodding at those veins. God, they were so thick. Right there beneath the surface of his skin that he traced delightedly before sliding his hand up towards the head.
There was something hot, something flattering, about knowing that Shouta was this hot over him. Over the act of eating him out as ferociously and carefully as he had. He didn't think he had another orgasm in him but God if this man wasn't the best damn lover he could ever imagine being with. And they weren't even technically lovers yet; they were just friends who hooked up. Friends who had made the mistake of adding sex to their friendship.
But he'd confessed, hadn't he? He'd confessed yesterday. He sighed out through his nose as he stroked Shouta fast, fast, fast with his fingers threatening to slip off of the black-haired man each time he curved his hand up over the head. He rubbed his fingers into the slit which had hips bucking wildly with a moan spilling out of the black-haired man who thrusted against his fingers. He ground his fingers into the head before sliding his hand down with Shouta thrusting into his hand.
And fuck, there was something about the strength of those hips that had his skin flashing with heat. His cheeks throbbing from the force of his blush as he kissed the black-haired man fiercely, passionately; with all the lust in the world. Fuck, he'd never wanted a man more than he wanted Shouta. It almost made him feel like he'd missed out by not fucking him this morning but he wouldn't change it for the world. Hell, he didn't know if it even was morning but he had the strong feeling it was.
After last night it had to be; even if time felt like it was frozen in this bedroom that was darkened. As if he were somehow existing outside of reality. He happily stroked Shouta as fast as he could without slipping off of him as that erection twitched and throbbed in his grasp. A wild, erratic throbbing that had him all too convinced that it wouldn't take long in the slightest bit to get this man to come. Shouta was straddling an edge he hadn't been aware of when he'd been eating him out.
He knew that it would only take a little more, one good shove, and Shouta would be making a mess of himself. It had him moaning softly at the thought when a much louder, stronger moan left the black-haired man. His hips snapping up to thrust into his hand with pre-come dribbling over his fingers. Fuck him, this man was turning him on again. And he simply couldn't go again like that. Not without an overstimulated pain. He was surprised he even managed to come just a few minutes ago.
However, he was going to make sure that Shouta was taken care of this morning. He was going to give him that pleasure back tenfold. Maybe he'd get lucky and he'd be allowed to go down on Shouta in the shower but the redness of his erection told him it might not happen. It was overused, overstimulated, and he could tell that from the quiet, airy noises that left the black-haired man. Sounds that the man was doing his best to keep quiet.
As if he were embarrassed by them but God if they didn't have him fascinated. If they didn't have him dying to hear those noises in full volume. There's nothing he wants more than to hear this man whine, whimper, moan and groan at him. He wants to hear every little sound the black-haired man made and he wanted to hear it with full volume. Squeezing the twitching erection in his hand, he stroked the black-haired man with a moan spilling out of Shouta in response.
He was growing louder with hips striking his hand in time with his fast stroking. The sharp smack of their moving lips filled the quiet of the bedroom like shots of sound in the darkness. He was more than eager to get this man off. He'd made him come multiple times last night and this morning was no different. He wants to make Shouta come before they had to face the real world. Before they had to come to terms with what they've done.
And more than anything, he wants to make him come for him one more time. That's all he wanted. Stroking Shouta quickly in time with his hips striking his hand as he moved faster, faster, faster. Squeezing tightly. He slid his lips passionately with Shouta's when he felt lips parting against his own with the light tracing touch of Shouta's tongue brushing over his lip. And he opened his mouth up without thinking twice about it as he parted his lips.
Huffing into his mouth, he moved his tongue eagerly with his piercing clicking off of his teeth when he moved it to meet Shouta's. And the slick slide of Shouta's tongue against his own was a welcomed touch. He could taste himself on the black-haired man's tongue which was a thrill all on its own. It was so easy the way their tongues twisted together with lips pressing fervently to his own. A passionate press that had his lips aching faintly but he ignored it in favor of sliding his tongue against Shouta's.
The tip of the black-haired man's nudged at his tongue piercing gently; toying with it with gentle nudges, swirls, and flicks as he rubbed his tongue to Shouta's. Humming into the kiss as he stroked the black-haired man, there was a moan building in Shouta's throat that burst out of him in deafening volume. He wants to stay right here. Stay in this bedroom of debauchery and let Shouta fuck him for days. Let him have his cock again and again until his hole was swollen just like his vagina.
To let himself be pumped full of come until it was gushing down his shaking legs. He wants to dive into this lustful passion for hours but he knew that he had to join the real world. He knew that he had to go back to his home and be a father again. But until then, he was going to make this man come for him. Squeezing his hand around the black-haired man's erection that twitched, the erratic throbbing under his fingers and palm seemed to be picking up speed.
He kneaded his fingers into the base of his erection, stretching them up to rub and trace those veins that were standing out prominently. Then he slid his hand up with drops of pre-come smearing beneath his fingers and palm when he did so. He happily twisted his hand up to swirl his fingers over the dripping head of Shouta's erection when he twisted his tongue with his delightedly. Feeling Shouta's tongue moving against his own with slick slides, rubs, against his own that had him eager to move his own.
He can only imagine how tired his tongue had to be after eating him out the way that he had. He slid his tongue in massaging slides against Shouta's as he stroked him fast with pre-come bubbling along the slit. He eagerly stroked the black-haired man who was throbbing in his grasp. It wouldn't take long. Not long at all. He stroked with long, sleek strokes with the black-haired man moaning louder, louder, louder at him as he made sure to squeeze him tightly with hips thrusting up into his hand.
Moving together in tandem as Shouta's pants raced over his cheek through his nose. Their tongues twisting together with flicks given to his piercing as their lips pressed fervently together. God, there was nothing he wants more than to stay here. Listening to the moans, groans, whines and whimpers he just barely caught in the back of Shouta's throat. His shoulder bounces, his hair swaying against his back and shoulder with the vigorous movement of his stroking.
He can only imagine the mess he looked to be but Shouta clearly had no qualms about it. He squeezed tightly with all the strength he dared as Shouta moaned into their kiss louder. Snapping. Hips jerking up faster, faster, faster as he did his best to move along with those fast thrusts as he held onto the throbbing shaft in his grasp. Hands wandering over his thighs, up to his waist, then to his back as he was held close to the black-haired man.
Being touched so tenderly with hips striking his hand as he felt the black-haired man's thighs beginning to tense beneath him. His breaths racing in gasps identical to his own as his erection throbbed in his hand with pre-come dribbling shamelessly as their tongues twisted together. Rubbing, twisting, sliding. Flicking. He stroked the black-haired man fast with his hair swaying against his back when he felt hands sliding along his back before reaching down to grab his ass.
A hard, tight squeeze that had him moaning at the black-haired man softly which got him a deafening moan back from Shouta. There was something unbelievably amazing about it as he stroked him fast. Squeezing him hard with the black-haired man tightly with hands kneading at his ass to hold him impossibly close. He was unbelievably tender, a bit sore, but fuck if this wasn't the hottest thing in the world. He was touching Shouta in a way he only ever fantasized about.
Something he thought would stay strictly in his fantasies. This was amazing. Shouta was tensing up beneath him and breaking away from the kiss to cry out. Shouting louder, louder, louder as he watched his face in awe as his erection began to pulse under his fingers. And then, much to his delight, Shouta was coming. Coming all over himself so hard that he swore he could hear it splatter on his skin as rope after rope of come shot out of him.
His back arching slightly as his mouth dropped open with black brows squeezing together. Black lashes fluttering on red cheeks with those kiss swollen lips glistening faintly. Huffing, heaving gasps taken before his air was held down in his chest and his mouth shutting with a snap as his teeth clicked together. His jaw wiggling together with his brows twitching from the tight squeeze as a snapping growl spilled out of the black-haired man.
His hands tight on his ass as his hips rutted into his hand as he held the base of his erection with line after line spilling out of him. And Shouta was easily the most beautiful man in the world. Last night he'd gotten to gawk and watch him come again and again but this time it felt more real. Tangible. He was in awe as Shouta came over himself. What felt like a lifetime was really quite short when the air finally left Shouta's lungs and he slumped forward with his head hitting his shoulder.
Letting go of the black-haired man's pulsing erection to touch his thigh while the arm he had around his shoulders tightened. He felt lips pressing against his shoulder crawling up to the side of his neck sending shivers down his back as Shouta panted into his skin with hands holding him close as he dared without getting come on him. He was happy to hold onto the black-haired man who was panting raggedly into his throat with the heat of his red face radiating onto his skin.
He ran his hand over those wild black curls adoringly when he got a lazy hum from the black-haired man who let go of his ass but curled his arms around him. Holding onto him with fingers toying with the ends of his hair in light tugs that had him smiling softly when he kissed the top of Shouta's head. Instinctive. He ran his hand over those curls again when he licked his lips before he cleared his throat slightly before he took a trembling breath.
"I-I don't know 'bout yo-you but I think I could go for a sho-shower right about now! But, ob-obviously, you need to-to catch your breath first, yea-yeah?" He tightened his arm around Shouta's shoulders when he got a mumble in response to which he ran his hand over those wild curls and he kissed the top of his head again. Rubbing his cheek against those wild curls with a soft chuckle. "Alright, alright! We-We can give it a-a few minutes first, okay?"
"Tha-Thank you, Zashi." Shouta murmured into his throat as he slumped forward with his arms tightening around him. He knew it meant more than he was truly saying; that Shouta was thanking him for more than just touching him. Then giving him a minute to regain his bearings. He knew it had more meaning behind it than he knew it did and it had him tightening his arm around Shouta when he nuzzled his cheek to the top of his head. He knew he didn't have to answer. He had far, far too much on his mind.
