"How bad is it out there?"
Hizashi glanced away from the front window to Shouta who stood in the doorway of the living room. The sky outside was darkening but it didn't stop the snow from coming down sheet after sheet to the ground. He'd been expecting rain with how warm it had been lately but the now was coming down hard. Big, fat snowflakes that melted when they touched the ground but clung to the preexisting snow on the ground. "It's not good. The roads are icy, they're plowing but it's not making much of a difference."
Shouta hesitated before padding across the living room towards him. The soft thud of his socked feet on the carpeted floor was loud when the black-haired man walked up to him. Sidling up behind him with arms curling around his waist and hands resting on his stomach when he let himself sway back against that broad chest of his. Warm. Nice. Unbelievably nice. "Me and Eri might just be stuck here then for the night. Do you mind that? I don't want either of us to overstay our welcome."
"Sho, you know I'm not about to let you go out and drive in that with a baby." He turned then in his boyfriend's arms with his hands lifting up then coming to rest on those broad shoulders of his with those dark eyes flicking over his face. Taking a slow breath in, he then smiled softly as he lifted his hand up to touch Shouta's pink cheek. "It's more than fine for the two of you to stay here an additional night. "It'd be better to leave the morning after when everything is plowed and iced."
"Winter sure is taking one last fuck you at us, isn't it?" Shouta murmured with hands sliding along his lower back then up it sending tingles racing under his skin as he curled his arms around Shouta's shoulders. Hugging himself close to the black-haired man who squeezed him gently with hands sliding along his back. A comforting action that had him melting onto his boyfriend without thinking twice. "It's a good thing you found Hitoshi's old toddler bed too! I felt bad about Eri sleeping on the sofa bed."
"So did I! I'm glad she found her way into our bed, though, when she did!" Eri, in typical two-year-old fashion, had climbed her way into his bed the previous night. He'd woken to the girl snoring delicately into his chest with her small feet planted against her father's chest. She'd been peacefully sleeping like any two-year-old could. It was rather adorable to wake up too. "I'm just glad that I kept his toddler bed! Normally I throw out old stuff, but I tend to hang onto stuff just in case, you know?"
"Well, it's definitely good that you held onto his toddler bed the way you did." Lips then pressed to his cheek softly when he hummed as Shouta squeezed him gently. Together, they began to sway gently with those hands rubbing his back gently when Shouta smiled softly at him. A smile that made his stomach flutter wildly and his heart to melt in his chest when he tightened his arms around his shoulders. "I appreciate you putting up with your boyfriend of four weeks staying with you like this."
"Let me just say, I'd be more uncomfortable with this if I'd only known you four weeks and dated for that time. But I've known you for eight months, Shouta, and I trust you here. It's more than okay for my friend of eight months and boyfriend of four weeks to be staying over like this." He then smiled widely at the black-haired man when he toyed with a curl that he wrapped around his fingers again and again. "Now, since the house is ours and all kids are asleep, how about I pour us both a glass of wine and we cuddle up?"
"I think that sounds positively lovely, Zashi." The smile on Shouta's lips was absolutely beautiful. Stunning. It had him breathless when his boyfriend tightened his arms around his waist and heaved him up on his feet to which he squealed as he was spun in a slight circle. Laughing when he ran his fingers through those black curls of his and then smiled when his feet thudded to the floor as he was put down again. He then slipped back out of Shouta's arms.
Stepping backwards, he took Shouta's hands to drag him with him as that smile on Shouta's lips widened. A sparkle to those dark eyes that made his heart flutter in his chest when he tugged the man forward as he walked backwards. The hands in his were tight; holding onto his like he might just slip free and run away if given the chance. Wheeling backwards into the hall, he tugged on Shouta's hands which had the man chuckling. "You know, I think this is the best weekend I've had in a while!"
"Oh, yeah? I'd have to say, I know my sleep over was impromptu since you took that nap yesterday, but I appreciate you caring enough to let us stay." His boyfriend then paused with that thoughtful expression pinching at his face despite that wide smile on his lips when the black-haired man then squeezed his hands gently. "But I'd dare say this is the best weekend I've also had in a while. Obviously, our first weekend spent together has to be my favorite in terms of sentimentality."
"Oh, you mean when we had that angry sex, and you ate out my pussy the next day? Definitely a weekend for the books!" He loved the laugh that barked out of Shouta as he walked down the hallway into the kitchen before letting go of his boyfriend's hands to turn on his feet as he all but danced across the kitchen. Hopped up on his toes when he made his way to the cabinet which he tugged open then reached up for the wine glasses.
And much to his delight, Shouta was crowding him against the counter. Hands tracing along his waist, slipped beneath the hem of his sweater slightly, with lips on the side of his neck as he tugged the glasses down. He couldn't deny it had his skin tingling when his boyfriend chuckled into the side of his neck as lips fluttered down it. It was thrilling. Exciting. Lips then pressed to his ear in a gentle kiss, mindful of his hearing aid. "I think, aside from the angry part, it was one of the best weekends of my life. Do you know what a relief it was?"
"Mmm, I can imagine! I mean, if we're being honest, at that point I'd been wanting to fuck you for a little while, you know? You have no idea how attractive you are, do you? How handsome you are? How could I not want you?" He then turned with Shouta moving with him, hands firmly on his waist, and he chuckled himself when he began to walk forward with hands clinging to him. "I think I lucked out! I have the most handsome, attentive, beautiful, sexy, charming boyfriend in the whole world."
"And there you are, stealing the words right out of my mouth, you know that?" It sent a shiver down his back when Shouta kissed his neck as they walked forward around the freezer to the small hallway of his. His heart fluttered in his chest when hands squeezed at his waist. Thumbs rolling into his lower back gently while fingers shifted to stretch down and rub at his hips. He was melting. Walking on legs that felt strangely weak as his feet thudded over the floor. "You're the best, you know that?"
"I don't but I definitely love to hear it!" He replied with that catty undertone that had Shouta chuckling when lips pressed to his shoulder. The soft golden light of his bedroom beckoning them forward as he pushed open the doors gently then stepped into the room with hands leaving his waist. He padded forward to the bedside table, placing the glasses down, then turned on his feet to walk over to his closet doors. Tugging them open, he stepped into the space while Shouta closed his bedroom doors with a gentle thud.
Opening his liquor cabinet door, he grabbed the bottle of wine he'd been drinking at the other night. There was about half a bottle left much to his delight when he tugged the bottle it out then shut the door with a gentle click. Stepping out of his closet, he padded over to the bedside table, untwisting the cap and then tilting the bottle to pour them both a glass. He hummed softly before placing the bottle down with a light thud then turning to Shouta with a glass in hand. "Thank you, love."
"You're welcome, baby!" He then climbed up onto the bed where he curled his legs up then patted the spot next to him. Shouta grinned before walking around the bed with feet thudding softly on the carpeted floor as Shouta then climbed onto the bed carefully with his glass of wine. Scooting over until they were cuddled up together and he happily pressed himself into Shouta's side when his arm lifted to wrap around his shoulders. "This is nice. Having you here, I mean! I'm just really happy I found that toddler bed!"
"It's amazing you had one, in all honesty." Shouta lifted his glass up then to take a slow sip to which he hummed as he raised his own glass to sip at the rich wine. Like a stinging velvet down his throat when Shouta was shifting with his thigh pressing to his own. His arm tight around him as he let his head fall onto his shoulder. "You know, Zashi, I know I said it on the phone but I-I figured I'd say it in person, you know? That I like you with a sort of desperation that I've never felt before. I don't think I've felt for anyone like this before you."
"Well, that's certainly one way to make someone feel special!" He replied as he nuzzled his cheek to that broad shoulder before curling into his boyfriend's side with his wine sloshing lightly when he raised it up to take a sip before he then sighed as he lowered his glass, licking his lips to get a droplet of wine. "I can't say I've never felt this way for someone. But I think, because it's been so long, it feels more powerful? Like I feel like this is my first relationship, you know? Butterflies, fantasizing, day dreaming and the like?"
"Fantasizing, huh? I suppose I was doing quite a bit of that before we ended up the way we did." Shouta then paused with his hand moving to swirl his wine around the glass when the black-haired man's arm tightened slightly around him with fingers plucking at the sleeve of his sweater. "Tell me, Zashi, if I hadn't pulled away that night -if I hadn't run away- what would have happened? What would you have done if I hadn't of left the way that I did? Would it have led to what I think it would've?"
He didn't need Shouta to clarify which night that he spoke of. He knew he was talking about their disastrous first kiss when they'd both been very well drunk. He wanted to lie. He wanted to say he had no clue how it would've ended but in reality, he knew. He knew what he thought, and he wanted to be honest with his boyfriend. "I can't say it didn't occur to me that night that I wanted to make love to you. That I wanted to drag you to bed. I think I was craving intimacy from you. Wanting you to touch me. To want me in return."
"I did. I think that's what possibly scared me. The rush of emotion, you know? Wanting you like that? Wanting my best friend like that? It had been nerve wracking." Then the hand on his upper arm rubbed at him gently with a soft chuckle leaving the black-haired man who raised his glass up. He tilted his head slightly to watch the movement of his throat, the bob of his Adam's apple, when he swallowed his wine before lowering his glass. "I think I'm glad it didn't end up like that. That we found our way."
"We might've found our way, but you can't deny we'll have a funny story to tell Eri and the boys when they're older and they ask how we met! How our 'romance' went, and they'll learn from it!" He paused then leaned in to kiss his boyfriend's jaw softly in a pecking kiss before lifting his glass up to take a long pull. Swallowing, he then knocked back the rest of his glass. He handed his glass to Shouta who took it then placed it on the bedside table. "I like that thought. That we could be together that long."
"I do too." Shouta then drained the rest of his glass before adding it to his on the bedside table when the black-haired man sighed out with his hand rubbing his upper arm. He curled an arm around Shouta's stomach with the black-haired man humming softly at him with his arm wrapped around him tightly. "I adore you, Hizashi Yamada. I think even when we were just friends, I could've said that."
"Well, it's a good thing we're not 'just friends' anymore." He leaned in then to kiss Shouta's neck softly which got him a soft chuckle when he felt curls tickling his face. He kissed softly at his neck with his fingers twisting idly into Shouta's sweater as he hugged himself closer and he sighed out softly as he rests his forehead against his neck. "I'm happy that you're my boyfriend. Do you think, if we'd just faced it sooner, we could've been dating longer? That none of that angst, the misunderstandings, would have happened?"
"Maybe. To be fair, I think it took you longer to admit you felt anything, love. It might've been just infatuation on your part and perhaps it was on my part too." His boyfriend paused then when the arm around his shoulder slid down to wrap around his waist. And without prompting, he nudged his way onto Shouta's lap with the black-haired man wrapping an arm around his waist. His arm lifting to curl around his shoulders. "But it's not life if we don't struggle. If we don't pave our way."
"Mmm, I guess when you put it like that then it makes this all the more worth it, you know?" He tightened his arm around Shouta as his knees curled up as he was hugged to his boyfriend's chest. His broad chest that felt so, so good to him as he kissed at the side of his neck again with his head resting on his shoulder. He looked to his bedroom window where he could make out the snowflakes swirling past it when he sighed. "It's bullshit that it's March and we've got a snow storm."
"Yeah, it is. But who knows, the rain in April will wash it all away and it'll be warm before you know it." Shouta slid his hand along his thigh then when he hummed softly with his face pushing into his neck where he inhaled that vanilla cologne of his. The warmth that radiated off of his boyfriend. It was nice. Comforting. Familiar. He clung to the black-haired man when he lifted his head from his shoulder to find those soft dark eyes on him. "Besides, it's allowing me to stay here. With you."
"That's a bit cheesy but I like it! I like having you here with me!" He loved the way those cheeks flushed in a soft red blush as he reached his hand up to touch his boyfriend's cheek when he then wriggled slightly before grinning at his boyfriend. He knew he needed only ask. Shouta had told him he only needed to ask. He swallowed when he trailed his fingers down to his boyfriend's jaw. Down his throat. "You know, I was thinking. The boys are in bed, Eri went down a bit ago, and I was thinking that-"
"That you want to make love?" Shouta replied with that beautiful blush on his cheeks when a hand raised to catch his as he trailed it over his boyfriend's chest lightly. He nodded sheepishly with his cheeks burning with a rush of blood when his boyfriend interlocked their fingers together. And a beautiful, sweet smile curled over those full lips when Shouta leaned towards him. "I think I'd like that. I think there's nothing I'd want more than to make love with you, Zashi. Do you have a preference tonight?"
Shouta had never been outright vulgar with him; had never asked 'pussy or ass' for him but he knew that his boyfriend had only done it with him vaginally. He liked it vaginally; an odd thing but he didn't mind it all that much. He knew it chalked up to preference and he had his. There was no changing it. But tonight? Tonight, he wanted something different. "I think I do have a preference tonight. Shouta, would you please fuck me anally tonight? I did some prep work so it shouldn't take too long. Do you care if we do it that way?"
"I don't care either way, Zashi. However you want it, I'll give it. However, you need it from me is how I will give it to you." The hand in his squeezed gently with a thumb rubbing against his own as he found himself inching forward with his lips parting. Dark eyes flicking downwards to stare at his lips with such an intensity it plucked that chord in him. Longing. Wanting. "If you want to do anal tonight, love, then we can do anal. Whatever makes you feel good when we make love is all that matters going forward."
"Hang on." Fingers were rolling into his lower back when he shifted in his boyfriend's lap, squirming as he then crawled out of his boyfriend's lap. Crawling forward to straddle him properly, he grinned at his boyfriend with his arms curling around his shoulders. Touching those black curls, he adored as he let his grin widen as he leaned in with his nose brushing Shouta's. Their top lips touching lightly with breaths intermingling. "Much better."
"I-I should ask but do you, ah, have the lube? And condoms on you?" The black-haired man murmured with hands sliding along his back with fingers rolling into him comfortingly. He tightened his arms around the black-haired man briefly when he leaned over awkwardly. Reaching for the bedside table and the drawer that he snagged with his fingers. He felt Shouta moving with him as he reached into the drawer carefully before tugging the lube out and facing his boyfriend again.
"You don't have to use a condom if we're doing anal tonight. I'm clean, if that makes you less nervous about it? I'm not sleeping with anyone else, but I still get tested regularly for STD'S and STI'S and the like but I'm clean! Had my latest tests right before we fucked the first time so if you don't mind-" He curled an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders with his hand burying itself in his curls as he then leaned back. Leaning until he was touching the bed and Shouta hovered over him. Swallowing. "I think I'd like to feel you inside me, you know?"
"I get it!" His boyfriend breathed out as hands pressed to the bed on either side of his sides causing the bed to dip slightly. He curled his legs up around his boyfriend's waist with Shouta leaning down towards him with black curls spilling over his shoulders as he scratched at his head. Tugging Shouta down closer to him with their noses brushing again. Breaths intermingling to fan over his tingling lips. Buzzing. Thrumming. He tightened his arms, his legs, around his boyfriend. "Any-Anything else I should know?"
"Nope! Now, why don't you kiss me? Make love to me, Shouta? Let me make you feel good?"
His boyfriend surrendered with a soft groan in the back of his throat when lips came down on his own. A firm press that he absolutely adored as they held still for a moment before lips were sliding against his own. Full. Plush. God, does he love Shouta's lips on his own. If he didn't love how the black-haired man kissed him with that perfect tenderness. Kissed him with all the adoration in the world as the quiet whisper of their moving lips rang out.
He scratched at his boyfriend's head with a sigh slipping out of the both of them in near unison. When he had fallen asleep yesterday afternoon, Shouta had been sweet. Tender. He'd been absolutely gentle with him that night when they'd made love. And with the storm today? Well, he hadn't felt comfortable with letting his boyfriend drive home. Which mean they were spending Sunday together.
A whole weekend with all of them under one roof. He couldn't deny that he liked the sound of it. Lips slid against his slowly, firmly against his own as he twisted his fingers into his boyfriend's hair gently with his fingers curling to scratch at his head. He was pushed into the bed with Shouta's weight pinning him down. He crossed his ankles as his other hand slid down to caress his boyfriend's upper back.
He knew that his boyfriend's back was sensitive. He rubbed his upper back when he felt hips lowering down to press against him. He happily welcomed the press as his boyfriend's hand slid along his thigh when he slid his arm from around his shoulder. Curling it around his side with his hand sliding up and down along his back.
Petting at the black-haired man delightedly with his hand bunching the fabric up then smoothing it out. He hummed softly into those slow kisses with warm breaths fanning over his cheek. He tightened his legs around his waist briefly with his fingers plucking at the fabric of his sweater idly before moving his hand again. Rolling his fingers into his back with the black-haired man pushing down against him which had him delighted.
Happy. He scratched at his boyfriend's head softly while those full lips dragged against his own. Feeling the way they were melting to shape and curve to his own; the way his own lips were melting to curve to Shouta's the best that they could. They were thinner than Shouta's but the black-haired man's full lips filled the spaces that his own lips couldn't.
Their lips fitting together comfortably with those warm breaths fanning over his cheek slowly with that hand sliding along his thigh. Squeezing firmly at him. And that excitement rushed through him, the black-haired man kissed him so firmly it had his lips buzzing. Tingling. He was eager to return those kisses as his hair rustled over the blanket lightly.
The quiet whisper of their moving lips deafening to him as his heart skipped then thudded against his chest. A hard one-two hit that left him breathless when his stomach dropped out with his hands twisting into his boyfriend's sweater and his black curls. Loving the way, they wrapped so effortlessly around his fingers; how they brushed his fingers and the back of his hand softly.
He tugged gently on the curls that he had wrapped around his fingers which had his boyfriend's back arching slightly with their chests brushing then pressing together firmly. He tightened his legs around his waist with his ankles crossed over on another as his heels pressed lightly into his boyfriend's lower back. Silently encouraging for that firmer press which the black-haired man gave without hesitation.
Hips pressed down tight against him with his body pressed against his own; from hip to chest, there wasn't a gap of space to be found and he fucking loves that. He squeezed the fistful of curls, he held in his hand tightly with those full lips pressing harder to his own. Kisses that he positively adored as he returned that hard press with that light smack ringing out.
Breaking up the quiet whisper of their brushing lips. A light smack that came intermittently when Shouta's hand squeezed his thigh tightly. A hard squeeze that had him squirming eagerly beneath the black-haired man who pressed down to pin him to the bed. And fuck, there was nothing better than that. Nothing better than the musky bite of his vanilla cologne invading his nose.
A scent that he couldn't stop himself from gulping down into his lungs. It was a scent that he positively adored and one that he couldn't get enough of. There was nothing he wanted more than to drown in this man's cologne. To have it all over his blankets. His pillows. The smell of Shouta was so damn good. It had his stomach fluttering when he tugged on those black curls again.
It got him a soft sound from the black-haired man in response. Lips sliding against his own with a tenderness, a gentle passion, that had him over the moon. He kissed the black-haired man back without a drop of hesitation. There was nothing that fired him up more than knowing that this man wanted him. That Shouta wanted him with a desperation he'd recognize anywhere.
And there's nothing better than knowing that he was wanted. Then knowing this man wanted him more than anything the same way that he wanted him. Lips slid against his with a tender passion with his hand sliding up and down along his back. Loving the way, it had his boyfriend squirming against him when his boyfriend hummed softly.
He then scratched at his boyfriend's head gently with his hand sliding down his back with a shudder running over the black-haired man. Loving the way that he pressed down tighter against him, pushing him down into the bed and God if there wasn't anything better than that. He happily tightened his arms around Shouta, his legs around his waist, and the black-haired man let out a soft sound in response.
It sent shivers through him when his boyfriend's hips nudged against him gently which had his stomach fluttering. Had his breath hitching when he nudged his hips up against the black-haired man in response. Letting his back arch from the bed, he happily huffed out through his nose when he scratched at his boyfriend's head again.
He happily nudged his hips up against his boyfriend again which got him one of those nudges back that had his blood running hot through his veins. Heat flashing over his skin when he felt his boyfriend pressing down against him harder. Tightly. Fingers sliding along his thigh upwards to squeeze at his hip where Shouta's thumb rolled soothing circles into him.
It had his hips arching up eagerly, excitedly. Loving those circles rubbed into his hip when the black-haired man shuddered with a flutter to his stomach when Shouta kissed him hard. Slow. There was no need to rush. No need for that blinding passion yet. There was something nice about it. He kissed Shouta back in that slow, steady rhythm of his.
He kissed the black-haired man when he curled his fingers to scratch at his head with his breaths trembling out of him. He could die happy right now. The light smack of their moving lips broke up the quiet whispering intermittently with fingers twisted up in his hair delightfully with fingers holding onto him. A thumb rolling into his hip with lips sliding against his own when that hand then slipped upwards.
Giving playful tugs on the hem of his sweater. And then fingers were flicking the hem up with cool fingers touching his skin then slipping beneath his sweater. Sweeping up his side with a caress that had him arching towards the black-haired man. He shuddered with his hand grabbing at the fabric of Shouta's sweater. Bunching it up into his hand, he tugged it up then slid his hand down to touch the warmth of his boyfriend's skin.
There was a sharp inhale from Shouta when his hand touched his skin, and he could imagine how cool it felt. He slid his hand along his back with his hand slipping up beneath his sweater with the black-haired man squirming slightly with hips nudging at his again and he happily arched his own up. Tightening his legs around his boyfriend's waist, he began to rock his hips up against Shouta's.
The black-haired man let out a low groan in his throat that sent flutters racing through him. A shot of arousal that flashed over his skin in a dizzying burst of heat as he tightened his hold on those black curls. And then Shouta began rocking with him. A tight side to side motion that had his heart beating solidly against his chest with his breath trembling briefly.
Rushing out of him as he tightened his grasp on those black curls with a pull. His boyfriend whined softly at him as hips moved with his own delightfully; amazingly. He happily squeezed the fistful of hair to his hand. Loving the way the black-haired man arched into him. He rocked his hips up against his boyfriend with a spark of eagerness in his chest.
He moved his lips against those full, plush ones with a giddy sense of delight as his boyfriend's hand pressed into the bed causing it to dip. A hand sliding up and down along his side which had tingles racing under his skin only to pool into his stomach that was beginning to feel heavy. He shivered when he felt that ache fluttering to life before settling into his lower stomach.
Invading down to his crotch. The pressure of his boyfriend pressing into him kept that ache from being too horrible on him. It had his inner walls spasming together in a weak throb; he dragged his nails lazily down his boyfriend's back in a lazy S. It had Shouta's back arching beneath his hand with hips moving quickly against him. A tight rocking that he followed along with.
He tightened his legs around his boyfriend's waist as he dragged his nails up and down. Scratching at the man who arched and squirmed beneath his hands. Loving the low sound, it got him that speared right into his stomach leaving him breathless. He rocked his hips quickly with his boyfriend's with his inner walls spasming together once again.
Another of those weak throbs that had him whining at his boyfriend. That hand trailed up and down along his side with his thumb just barely stretching out to touch his mastectomy scar before flinching away. And he didn't want that. He didn't want Shouta to be afraid to touch those scars that lined his chest. He didn't want his boyfriend to be hesitant about them.
They were part of who he was; they marked what he'd done to feel comfortable in his own body. And he couldn't force it, but he wanted Shouta to touch them. To memorize them. Because there was no getting rid of them and no hiding the fact that they were there. He wanted Shouta to be comfortable about them.
He scratched down the center of his boyfriend's back gently when he tugged on those black curls with his back arching. Whining again when that thumb just barely touched the skin surrounding the scar with his hips squirming before rocking up against Shouta who merely pressed down into him. Where had he put the lube? Was it still in his hand?
He wished he could think of questioning him but the way those lips were moving against his, the way those hips were rocking against him, made words pale in comparison. He didn't want to pull away and ask. Lips slid against his with a smoldering passion that had him downright breathless. He tightened his limbs around Shouta in response with his hand cupping the back of his head.
Those kisses deep without the need to open their mouths. They were kisses that rattled his bones. Had him addicted to the idea of another caress of those full lips against his own. While they hadn't been having sex often, it didn't mean that they weren't kissing. Making out. There was something exciting about fooling around with Shouta.
About sitting on his lap and kissing him until he turned red. To watch those dark eyes, widen as he rolled his hips down teasingly. Something so good about merely petting and touching while lips slid against his own. He liked making out with this man. He liked it very much. A breath rushing over his cheek as lips pressed harder to his own.
It had his heart skipping when he felt that slow speed being changed out for something quicker. Something faster. And he happily moved along with the way those lips slid against his own as his fingers twirled black curls around his fingers again and again with his boyfriend pressing into him. Hips moving against his own when he felt hips give a playful roll.
A grind down against him that had his breath catching in his throat briefly with his fingers tightening on the hair he held to his fist. Inhaling sharply with his toes curling as his ankles squeezed over one another. Moving his lips against Shouta's, he delighted in that tight press down from his boyfriend. A tight squeeze that had Shouta's back arching when hips then gave another roll.
Grinding against him. And God if that didn't get his inner walls spasming together in a throb. He happily grinded his hips up against the black-haired man, abandoning his rocking, and it got him a grind back. As if it were a silent, unanimous choice their hips began to move in grinds together.
Huffing out through his nose as his hips grinded up against Shouta who rubbed down against him so damn good it had his clit throbbing weakly with the blood draining to it. The feel of his inner walls throbbing together around nothing was a damn shame. He whimpered at his boyfriend who rubbed himself against him which had his hips arching high, high, high with his thighs trembling.
Rubbing. The urge to throw them open was a strong one but he fought it down the best that he could. Then the black-haired man shifted. And then they were rolling; Shouta's back hit the bed with a bounce as he was dragged on top of him which he absolutely delighted in. He uncurled his legs to dig his knees into the mattress when he let his knees slide over the bed.
Sinking on top of him. Rubbing himself against the black-haired man in a tight forward and back snap of his hips. Shouta moaned at him softly with a hand squeezing at his hip when he felt a fist press lightly to his shoulder. Pushing him away with lips leaving his with a smack when he felt Shouta's hands reaching down to grab the hem of his sweater.
And he happily grabbed at it as it was pushed up to his chest when he tugged his arms from the sleeves. Bunching it up carefully, he lifted it over his head with his hair bunching up and sliding through the neckline. Mindful of his glasses and hearing aids, he got his shirt up and over the edge of the bed with Shouta shifting beneath him. He got the pleasure of watching his boyfriend strip his sweater off.
The way those muscles moved as he admired his toned stomach, his broad chest with its wild black curls, and his collar bones. His throat. He watched Shouta wriggle to get his shirt up and over his head where it was whipped to the side of the bed. Slipping off of it to the floor. And hands reached out to trace along his waist where thumbs rolled into his waist when he was coaxed forward.
And he happily placed his hands on Shouta's stomach which quivered beneath his hands then sweeping them up towards his broad chest. It arched ever so slightly to push into his hands when he leaned forward with his fingers fanning out on his chest. Leaning down to press his lips to those full ones again that moved against his without so much as missing a beat.
He pressed himself down against his boyfriend. Loving the brushing rub of his skin against his own; the tickle of his chest hair against his chest. The way Shouta's lips moved was like they'd never parted; they moved with that same quickness and hard press that they'd been using before they broke apart. And he happily pressed his lips fervently to his boyfriend's with that sharp smack ringing out.
As if they never stopped. And he fucking loves that; he kissed his boyfriend with that bubbling passion and desire that ran like an undercurrent into the kiss as his hands fanned out on his boyfriend's chest. He grinded down against the black-haired man who let out a soft groan with hands tracing along his waist.
Thumbs rolling into his waist delightfully with the black-haired man humming softly beneath him with hands squeezing him before curving backwards. And it had his breath hitching when those big, rough hands were cupping his ass with a firm squeeze that had his back arching. A hard squeeze that had tingles racing under his skin when he let out a sharp breath.
His fingers curling slightly to scratch at his boyfriend's chest who merely kissed him harder. Faster. Hands squeezed, kneaded, and squished his ass firmly which had his toes curling. God, there's nothing he loves more than having those hands on his ass like this. He hummed softly at his boyfriend with lips sliding together fervently while hips grinded fiercely together.
Tight circles that he did his best to mimic. The press of his boyfriend against his crotch helped soothe that ache ever so slightly to keep it from being overwhelming. Huffing out a breath, hands squeezed at his ass again with a strength that had him positively arching with hips grinding down tightly. Fiercely.
Loving the moan, it got him from his boyfriend in response as he bucked against the man. A thrust down against him with the black-haired man squirming beneath him as their hips grinded together fiercely. Hands kneading at his ass, squishing and squeezing, when those fingers stretched upwards. Grabbing the waistline of his pants which he tugged down.
Pulling his pants over his ass, the cool air brushed his skin when he squirmed slightly with his heart hammering against his chest. And then fingers were brushing over his cheeks lightly in a caress when the black-haired man's right hand slid away to pat at the blankets. Searching. He squirmed with his hips pressing down hard against Shouta's when he listened to the light, cracking pop of the lube being clawed open.
The black-haired man hummed at him when he felt arms shifting against his waist. The light squelch as lube was spread over fingers gently. He squirmed slightly with his hips rolling down fiercely against his boyfriend who grinded up against him with that answering strength. Tight circles that made his toes curl from the pleasure that pooled into his stomach.
An overwhelming rush as his boyfriend spread the lube over his fingers when he felt a shift of those arms. And then fingers were gently brushing down his cheek before grabbing at it to spread him open. His hips angled backwards with his toes curling tightly as he rubbed down against his boyfriend who groaned at him with the hand holding him open squeezing.
A hard squeeze that had him moaning at the man when he grinded down against him. And then fingers were pressing against his hole where they began to pet at him; a slick up and down rub against him with fingers curling inwards just enough to get him whining excitedly. Eagerly. His boyfriend rubbed his fingers up and down with a slick slide.
One that had him shuddering as his fingers curled slightly towards his palms. Loose fists pressing against Shouta's chest as fingers continued rubbing up and down with a slick swirl of his fingers being given that had his hole twitching. A mortifying action but one he couldn't control. It had his boyfriend groaning at him again with fingers curling inwards.
Pressing against his hole firmly in those slick strokes. Rubs. They were unfairly exciting as he squirmed against his boyfriend who rubbed at him so damn good. He could feel his boxers growing damp as his wetness began to soak into his boxers; growing wet without needing to rub his thighs together. The tips of Shouta's fingers prodded gently at his hole with each upwards stroke.
Fingertips rolling over the rim of his hole with that light prodding had his toes curling. His heart hammering against his chest when Shouta groaned with hips grinding up against him. A tight grinding when those fingers curled inwards. Pressing against him firmly with small circles being rolled into the rim of his hole when fingers then prodded at him again.
Was he going to do it? Was he going to push both those fingers into him in one go? He'd prepped himself a little bit earlier when he'd excused himself to the bathroom. He'd done his best to make sure that he was ready for tonight but he hadn't done much in terms of preparation and so he needed just a bit more.
A little more.
Fingertips prodded at his hole again with those circles being rubbed into him when he whimpered at his boyfriend. Lips sliding against his with such passion, such desire, that it had him inhaling shakily as his hips squirmed backwards. Pushing against those fingers that were rubbing him damn good. Eager, eager, eager. Excited.
He kissed his boyfriend passionately, fiercely, with a desire that made itself all too clear. All too abundant. He listened to the light squelch of his boyfriend's rubbing fingers. The sharp smack of their moving lips. The way his heart throbbed against his chest. The light brush of Shouta's skin against his own. There was something positively amazing about having those fingers rubbing at him the way that they were.
A firm press down with the tips of those fingers rubbing over the rim of his hole in rubs that were so damn good. And then those fingers were swirling in circles against his hole; fingertips rubbing against the rim when he took a trembling breath. Feeling fingertips prodding at him gently when he whimpered pleadingly at his boyfriend who groaned at him again.
He ground himself down fiercely in circles against the black-haired man. And then those fingers, much to his delight, were pushing inside of him. They were sliding into him slickly with a keening moan slipping out of him in response at the stretch. Ohhhh, Shouta's fingers were so thick.
They spread his hole beautifully when his inner walls fluttered before clamping down around those thick fingers inside of him. The rim of his hole burning lightly from the sudden stretch. If anything, he was over the moon excited. Delighted. Moaning at his boyfriend who moaned back when hips grinded up against him.
And much to his excitement, he could feel the black-haired man beginning to harden beneath him. His clit throbbed lightly as he ground himself down in tight circles against the black-haired man eagerly as that hardening bulge rubbed up between his thighs perfectly. It had him squirming eagerly with his hips rolling in tight circles downwards while fingers rubbed into his inner walls.
Firm circles as those fingers curled slightly and God if it wasn't drool worthy. If it didn't have him kissing his boyfriend harder. Those circles into his inner wall were absolutely, positively amazing as he squirmed slightly with Shouta squirming beneath him as hips arched up. Grinding against him. The pleasure pooled into his stomach with an overwhelming weight to it.
It had him huffing through his nose with his hips grinding down against his boyfriend who bucked up. Fingers rolling into his inner wall as he clamped down tightly around his fingers. The stretch was positively drool worthy. Something that had his back arching with his inner walls squeezing around them. They felt so good.
Shouta felt perfect in him already. And then those fingers were stretching out which had him inhaling sharply when the black-haired man pushed outwards. Stretching him open wide, wide, wide which had him huffing out when his fingers spread out again. And again. Again, again, again did those fingers stretch out inside of him which had his back arching.
He let out a keening moan to the black-haired man in response. Shuddering when those fingers pushed out again to stretch him open before pressing together. Then fingers were pulling back and thrusting into him shallowly with a slick squelch. It had him squirming again with his knees digging into the mattress as his wetness left his boxers damp.
The rubbing bulge of his boyfriend's erection against him felt positively amazing. Moaning at his boyfriend, those fingers pulled back then thrusted into him again. And again. He arched his hips back shamelessly as Shouta thrusted his fingers into him with fingers curling to rub against his inner wall with each slick slide.
The light squelch of his thrusting fingers went hand-in-hand with the smack of their moving lips. He kissed Shouta with that desire, that lust and passion, which was returned to him making it sizzle. Pop. He loves it; his fingers curled into his palms briefly before stretching out as he began to feel along his boyfriend's chest.
It didn't take long for his fingers to flick over hardened nipples when he felt Shouta's chest arch slightly beneath his hands. He trailed his fingers over those nipples delightfully before pinching lightly at them with a gentle tug that had Shouta groaning at him as fingers thrusted into him in a rhythm. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting then spreading outwards.
Pushing at his inner walls. He arched back as his boyfriend thrusted his fingers in that rhythm before spreading out. Stretching him open wide. And God, it was hot. He wriggled against the man with his lips sliding fervently against those full ones as Shouta's fingers thrusted, thrusted, thrusted. Spread, spread, spread.
He let out a snapping, keening moan when the black-haired man pushed his fingers out inside of him. Stretching him. His boxers were getting damper; clinging to him as his clit throbbed lightly from the arousal that pulsed under his skin. Pooled into his stomach. He huffed through his nose with his lips pressing harder to Shouta's who groaned at him.
That slick squelch of his thrusting fingers ringing out. He giddily rocked backwards to meet those thrusts the best that he could when fingers would then spread outwards as his heart hammered against his chest. Thuds that left him breathless as he kissed his boyfriend with his fingers tweaking at the nipples they pinched lightly.
Twisting side to side gently with Shouta's chest arching up beneath his hands. It was fun. Tweaking those hardened nipples as he then gave another tug on them which had Shouta squirming beneath him. His fingers giving a clumsy thrust that was quickly corrected with a sharp thrust that had his hips jutting back. Eager. Excited.
His toes curled tightly with his cheeks burning hotly when he tugged on his boyfriend's nipples again. Pinching a bit tighter before he began to roll them between his thumb and index finger. Loving the way his boyfriend squirmed and arched beneath him with hips grinding up against him. He ground his hips down against the black-haired man while those fingers thrusted into him.
Sharp thrusts with that slick squelch that rang out as fingers stretched again and again. Pushing at his inner walls. He tried to clench around those thick fingers inside of him with a moan snapping out of him. It had Shouta moaning back at him with hips moving quickly together while fingers thrusted into him again and again. Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.
Spreading, spreading, spreading. It had heat racing under his skin with a sizzling fury; boiling his blood through his veins. He was so hot, so hot, so hot. He moaned at his boyfriend again as fingers thrusted into him quickly with that slick squelch ringing out rhythmically. Then those fingers spread outwards.
It had his back arching with a whine slipping out of him as the black-haired man kept his thrusts gentle but quick. Thrusting into him with those fingers reaching deep inside of him. And for one moment, just one, he wished he had a prostate. He wished he had that spot inside of him as those fingers stretched deep inside of him which had him writhing.
Squirming. He let out another moan with his inner walls clenching tightly around his boyfriend's fingers. Admiring the way he was stretched around those thick fingers inside of him when he shuddered at that spreading. An insistent spreading of those fingers again and again which had his toes curling tightly with a needy, ecstatic moan slipping out of him.
He wanted to be ready. He wants this man to be inside of him already when fingers thrusted into him with that slick squelch ringing out as he clenched. Squeezing around fingers that felt so good, so good, so good. He was squirming with his knees digging into the bed when the black-haired man moaned lowly at him.
Lips sliding against his with a hunger that had his heart sprinting against his chest. His hips jutting backwards eagerly with his fingers tugging on his boyfriend's nipples sharply which got him another moan. He pinched tight, tight, tight which had Shouta writhing beneath him as hips bucked up against him in a thrust. One that had him whimpering pleadingly when he then felt fingers spreading out, out, out.
Again, and again. Stretching him open restlessly before fingers were pressing together and slipping out of him with a lewd squelch. And God, if he wasn't eager when he broke away from their kisses with a smack as trembling gasps were taken in with hands pushing at his pants. His boxers.
He let Shouta work his pants down to his thighs when he rolled off of the black-haired man to shove his pants down his knees then to his calves. Down to his ankles that kicked restlessly as he shivered at the air on his damp crotch when he felt the bed bouncing lightly next to him. And in near unison, pants and boxers were sailing over the edge of the bed.
He turned his head with his gaze roaming over his boyfriend. His glorious, fit, muscular, naked boyfriend who stared at him with a similar desire. A similar hunger. His erection rested against his stomach with a full thickness that he recognized anywhere which had his thighs pressing together briefly. His inner walls giving a throb as his clit pulsed gently as his mouth watered.
Then he rolled over onto his knees again with his hips jutting upwards as his chest pressed to the bed. His hair spreading out awkwardly as he stared at his boyfriend with a whimper in his throat. And then Shouta was moving with a moan breaking out of the man as the lube was grabbed at as his boyfriend rolled into place behind him. The bed dipping from knees that dug into it.
His breaths trembled down his throat when he listened to the sound of lube being spread; the light squelch of it. He could only imagine how that hand stroked himself; how it twisted, curved, and rubbed over that thick length. He arched back instinctively when his fingers twisted into the blanket as a hand tugged his cheeks apart.
His breaths raced eagerly with his hips angling back when he then felt the slick touch of his boyfriend's erection against his hole. Rubbing in slides against him that had his hole twitching again as his breaths rasped down his throat. Raking out of him. He clung to the blanket when Shouta ground himself against him playfully with those slick slides giving him a tease like nothing else.
Whimpering at his boyfriend, hips moving to rub, glide, and grind against him with hips being pulled back to allow the head to nudge at him. Rolling over his hole before nudging playfully at him when he leaned his hips backwards with another whimper tearing out of him. Inside. He needs his boyfriend inside of him right now. Not ten minutes from now. Not ten seconds.
He wants him inside right that minute as the head continued to nudge at him insistently. Playfully. And then, much to his delight, that head was pushing into him when there was a give; a give that had his boyfriend sinking into him. His air flew out of him on an eager, desperate cry that he did his best to muffle into the blankets. Squeezing fistfuls of the blanket to his palms as his boyfriend moaned at him lowly.
Hips sliding forward with that thick erection slipping into him. Inch by inch. And before he knew it, Shouta's hips were slapping against him lightly with that beautiful, drool worthy erection twitching inside of him. Buried right up to the hilt. His pelvis hot against him when hands planted to the bed with Shouta hovering over him.
Racing breaths taken in anticipation. And he grinded back; he moved his hips quickly to grind against his boyfriend's pelvis who grinded with him much to his delight. His pleasure. He moaned into the blankets deafeningly when he winced slightly; he needed to be quieter. Much quieter. He pushed his face harder into the blankets when lips were pressing into his upper back softly.
Kisses that trailed along his skin softly with that light squelch ringing out as their hips moved frantically. Eagerly. Clenching tightly around the thick shaft inside of him, he couldn't help another moan into the blankets. So good, so good, so good. It was everything he ever imagined it to be and more. He squeezed around his boyfriend who moaned into his shoulder.
Into his skin with a vibration that had him squirming. His hips pressed back against his boyfriend's pelvis as their hips moved in tight grinds. Both moving with a frantic, frenzied manner when Shouta kissed at his skin softly with a hand lifting to caress his waist. Reaching down to hold his moving hip with fingers kneading into him.
Beating in thuds that wracked his chest as his boyfriend pressed into him with another moan muffling itself into his shoulder. He happily kept himself pressed back tightly against his boyfriend's pelvis; grinding back against him with that erection twitching inside of him. God, he felt so full. He swore that his boyfriend reached deeply into him leaving him stuffed full; leaving him content.
The stretch was so much better than those thick fingers had been, and he was over the moon. He was delighted as he squirmed with his fingers twisting into the blanket to hold onto something. His hot face pushed into the bed with lips trailing over the back of his shoulder to kiss along his upper back to the other shoulder. Soft kisses that he adored when he clenched around his boyfriend's twitching erection with a moan spilling out of the both of them.
He was eager. Excited. He was stuffed full even if his pussy was empty. He was so full he swore he felt it in his lower stomach. He was perfect. Content. Grinding together frantically, hands holding onto his hips, he was more than delighted when Shouta nipped at his shoulder. A stinging bite that he shivered at when teeth then scraped over his shoulder which had him whimpering into the blankets.
Needing, needing, needing. Wanting, wanting, wanting. And then, as if reading his thoughts, the black-haired man pulled his hips backwards with a slick slide of that erection inside of him then snapped forward. A hit against him that had him moaning with his hips arching backwards eagerly when Shouta repeated that action. A light hit against him as it was repeated again and again with trembling breaths being taken.
He turned his head to gulp down a lungful of air that trembled down his throat. He felt Shouta's hips pull back then snap in another thrust that slapped lightly against him which had his toes curling tightly with a moan breaking out of him. Low. Quiet. Hushed. He needed to be quiet. He didn't want to be loud, and God forbid one of his sons wake. He needed to be quiet.
Shouta moaned into his shoulder lowly with hips pulling back and thrusting forward again. And again. Again, again, again. Shallow thrusts being given that had him clenching tightly around the black-haired man with that slick squelch ringing out repeatedly with each thrust given. The light slap of their skin meeting. The brush of Shouta's against his feverish skin always felt so, so good.
He was melting into a damn puddle on the bed with his hips twitching slightly when Shouta's hips struck forward against him with a slap. He twisted his fingers into the blanket with a whimper in his throat as the black-haired man kept up that shallow thrusting rhythm of his with hips striking at him gently. Carefully. He didn't mind it in the slightest bit.
If anything, he jerked his hips back eagerly with a keening moan spilling out of him before he could stop it as he hit against his boyfriend's pelvis. A slap ringing out that had his boyfriend moaning into his shoulder when he clenched again around that glorious cock inside of him. Moaning lowly in his throat as Shouta moved quickly. Shallow thrusts that felt so good.
The rub of his cock against his inner walls was by far the most perfect thing in the world. It was the most amazing sensation as that cock dragged in slick rubs against him that had him clenching. Squeezing. His back arching. He dug his knees into the bed. He needed more, more, more. The shallow thrusts were damn good as he turned his face into the bed to bury his face into the blankets.
Quick. Shallow. Thrusts that had him absolutely burning up as he clung to the blankets with the black-haired man huffing into his shoulder with teeth scraping over his skin again. A teasing action before his boyfriend was biting down with his skin being pulled into his mouth. It had him whimpering into the blankets in response with his hips twitching backwards to meet a thrust.
One that had his boyfriend groaning into his skin quietly. Choked. Sucking his skin into his mouth firmly with teeth digging in painfully which he fucking adored as his boyfriend's hips struck at him gently. Quick thrusts that had him whimpering again when his boyfriend kept up his fierce bite into his shoulder. Sucking. He loved the idea of his back being covered in hickeys. In marks.
He squirmed with his knees sliding over the bed allowing him to sink down further as his thighs spread wide when he swore, he felt something wet dripping down his thigh. Could he be that wet? That excited? He had not a clue but God if it didn't have him moaning into the blankets as his boyfriend kept up that shallow, snapping speed of his.
Hits that nudged him forward again and again. Huffing into the blankets with fingers clinging to it when his knees dug into the bed as his hips jerked back instinctively. Loving the way the black-haired man moaned into his skin when hips jumped to snap against him. Thrusts that had him utterly breathless when he squirmed eagerly with his own hips moving backwards.
Trying to match the quick, shallow speed of his boyfriend's with a whimper flying out of him into the bed. His glasses dug into his face painfully, but he didn't trust himself not to be loud. Not to be deafening. He moved his hips quickly to match his boyfriend's pace, striking against his pelvis with hips that struck back gently. Insistently. Quick, quick, quick.
He shuddered with his back arching when the hand on his hip slid up to caress his side; sweeping over his skin comfortingly. The brush of that dry palm against his skin was positively amazing. Shouta's hands looked soft to the eye, but they were so rough and he fucking loves how dry they are. How they felt brushing over his own skin that he moisturized religiously.
Squirming with his knees digging into the bed to aid in the backwards thrusts of his hips that had his boyfriend moaning at him delightedly. Eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to flip over and touch Shouta, but it was too much to trust himself like that. He moaned into the bed with that muffled pitch when his boyfriend's mouth lifted from his skin then moved to the back of his shoulder.
Biting down, sucking the skin into his mouth, and God if the pain didn't have him writhing with his thighs jerking apart wider when he felt a drip run down his thigh. He was a mess. A hot, burning mess with each gentle strike of his boyfriend's hips against him. Hitting against him again and again with his heart hammering against his chest. Whimpering. Whining. Moaning.
He was more than giddy as his boyfriend then began to pull his hips back further. Lengthening his thrusts when he felt that delightful rub of his erection against his inner walls. Slipping in and out with a slick squelch punctuating each thrust that was given. He clung to the blanket with his knees digging into the bed fiercely when he swung his hips forward.
Matching Shouta's drawback and snapping back to hit against his pelvis as it struck at him. The sensation had him moaning with his boyfriend groaning into his skin as teeth bit down hard, hard, hard. Digging into his skin. He gasped in with his inner walls twitching before clamping down around Shouta tightly with the black-haired man moaning at him in response.
Teeth digging into him painfully. He huffed into the pocket he made in the blanket with his hips moving to meet his boyfriend's movements. He happily snapped his hips back against the black-haired man again and again with the man moaning at him delightedly with hips striking at him with hits that had him squirming. Twisting.
Had his thighs shaking as his pussy throbbed lightly; inner walls spasming together in throbs that left him feeling slightly empty. But he didn't mind it; not in the slightest bit. He'd been dreaming about doing anal with Shouta again for God knows how long and he was finally getting his dream. Finally living out the desire that had been festering. He wanted to cling to the black-haired man
He wanted nothing more than to turn and wrap his arms around the man, but he couldn't trust himself. He can't. He was nudged forward lightly by a harder thrust that had him moaning out in a keening pitch into the blanket with his glasses digging into his face. His boyfriend suckled at his spot fervently before popping off of the spot with his tongue lapping over the mark.
It had him squirming when the black-haired man then moved to the center of his upper back. Right between his shoulder blades. Even if he knew what to expect but the dig of those teeth was still surprising. Still shocking. He jolted with a cry into the blankets as he clenched tightly around the black-haired man who moaned at him delightedly.
Shouta's mouth sucking his skin into his mouth. Hard pulls that had him huffing out with his fingers twisted up in the blankets desperately to hold onto something. Hips were dragging back then slamming forward against him with a new strength that had him moaning into the bed. The hand on his hip squeezed with fingers curling slightly. Scratching at him.
It sent tingles racing under his skin that pooled into his stomach to go hand in hand with the pleasure he felt. He was breathless. Gasping. Choking on his air as he pushed his face into the bed without thinking about the dig of his glasses. He squeezed fistfuls of blanket to his palms with his fingers aching lightly from the hard squeeze.
He jerked his hips back to hit against his boyfriend's pelvis again and again with his boyfriend moaning into his skin encouragingly. He snapped his hips back to hit against Shouta who merely slammed forward against him with a strength that swung his hips forward slightly. And he loves it. Loves, loves, loves it to death. He twisted his fingers up in the blanket with his heart hammering against his chest wildly.
When he moaned before stretching his arms out with fingers twisted up in the blankets. His back arching as he dug his knees in and moved himself to meet his boyfriend's thrusts. It felt so good; that rub was positively everything to him as he held onto the blankets. Turning his head to gulp fresh air down into his lungs as his head spun weakly when Shouta slammed his hips forward.
Hitting against him harder, harder, harder much to his delight. His inner walls spasming together in throbs that mimicked the throbbing of his swollen clit. He huffed in his air as his boyfriend slammed against him quickly. Harshly. It had him clenching tightly around the black-haired man with a keening moan spilling out of him. He wants so much more.
And the black-haired man sucked at his skin with teeth digging in which had his nerve endings shrieking at the pain that burst over his skin. He ignored it the best he could as Shouta worked a hickey into his skin. He wanted to be covered in those hickeys. He wants those deep blue and soft blue markings on his throat. His jaw. On his collar bones and chest. On his thighs.
He wants them everywhere. He hoped that Shouta would give him exactly what he wanted from him tonight. If he would let him have the pleasure of having that mouth work hickeys into his skin. He squirmed at the thought with his back arching again to press his chest to the bed tightly with hips bucking back. Meeting his boyfriend's thrusts delightedly with his pants shaking down his throat as they both moved quickly.
Fast, fast, fast. Trying to outdo the other. Trying to fan the heat that burned underneath skin leaving him feverish. To leave him gasping in as his head spun weakly with the pleasure that pooled into his stomach. He couldn't deny he'd been a bit worked up since he'd gotten himself ready earlier. It had him gasping in his breaths with his hands tugging at the blankets restlessly with his head tilting backwards.
Whimpering when Shouta's mouth lifted from its spot to lap over the teeth marks left behind. He then was given kisses up over his shoulder blade where Shouta leaned down to kiss at his shoulder. Moving along it to the side of his neck with his chin attempting to move his hair the best that it could. He squirmed with his stomach fluttering wildly when he felt Shouta's hand squeezing his waist.
Lifting upwards to coax his hair away from his throat and neck. Leaving it open to those kisses that he happily stretched his head to the side to accept. There was nothing he wanted more than that. Shivering at the tingles that raced under his skin with each kiss placed along his throat that left him breathless. Left him wheezing in with his heart jumping. His stomach fluttering wildly.
He squirmed with his hips jutting back eagerly with his boyfriend's hips striking at him fervently while lips trailed over the side of his neck. Soft kisses that were absolutely breathtaking as Shouta's hips struck at him with that quick speed of his. As if the black-haired man were just as eager for this as he was. There was nothing he wanted more than to drown in that heat. And he was.
He was huffing in his air quickly as hips moved eagerly, excitedly, against one another. Trying their best to move quickly together with that slap of their skin meeting. There was an urgency. A frantic need to get off fast as possible before they were possibly interrupted. A need to get there, get there, get there. He panted shallowly much like his boyfriend with hips moving faster. Harder.
The slap of their skin was deafening in the room with his nails dragging over the blanket. A hand traced along his waist again when Shouta's teeth scraped over the side of his neck. It had him arching with a keening whimper flying out of him in response when teeth then dragged over his waist. Leaving burning, throbbing lines behind which had him groaning softly when he twisted eagerly beneath the black-haired man.
Shouta scraped his teeth over that spot again before biting down. And oh, the pain throbbed over his skin, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. He moaned at his boyfriend with his hand lifting from the blankets to twist into those black curls as he held the man to him tightly. Loving the heat of his mouth as he sucked his skin into his mouth.
A harsh, firm sucking that had him whimpering then with his inner walls spasming together when nails dragged over his waist again. Nails digging in just enough to get him jerking with a keening, shrill, needy whimper leaving him. He felt like this was more of a quickie than making love, but he didn't mind it in the slightest bit. There'd be time later when they were sure they could make love properly.
Until then there was something exciting about this being hot and fast. About it being quick. His thighs trembled lightly at the thought with his back arching when he jerked his hips back again and again eagerly to hit against his boyfriend's pelvis. Loving the moan, it got him in response as Shouta sucked the skin into his mouth with that hand holding his waist tightly. Squeezing. He loved it.
He wanted to be held tightly by the black-haired man. He wanted to be crushed beneath him while he wailed and cried out. He wants to be made small beneath this man and to be torn apart piece by piece then put back together. Moving with the black-haired man, he jerked his hips back eagerly as they moved together. Hips meeting in the middle with that crisp slap of their skin meeting as the hand holding his waist squeezed at him.
A good, hard squeeze that had him moaning lowly in his throat. His fingers tugging at those black curls which got him a moan from the black-haired man who was slamming into him. Diving forward the second he pulled back which betrayed that eagerness. He twisted eagerly beneath the black-haired man who held him so tightly, but God knows he wanted tighter. Harder.
He wants this man to pin his hands above his head and squeeze his wrists until they ache. Until they hurt. He squirmed at the thought when Shouta lifted his mouth from the spot with his tongue lapping over it. Kissing softly at him. And God, the brief adoration he felt had his heart flying against his chest. Had him squirming, twisting, beneath his boyfriend with a whimper as he listened to that slick squelch each time Shouta slid into him.
The rub of his cock against his inner walls. The way his clit was throbbing. The huffing, gasping pants being taken between the two of them. The slap of their skin meeting again and again. The whines, whimpers, moans, groans, grunts and huffs kept low as they possibly could as they moved together. He, strangely enough, felt like a teenager. Trying to have a sneaky link without a family knowing what he was up too.
He felt like a teenager having his first quickie. It had him moaning lowly again at the thought with his fingers squeezing those black curls tightly in a tug that had Shouta's back arching. A huff flying out of the man as his breaths fanned over the side of his cheek before lips were pressing to the side of his neck again. Making their way down to his shoulder with black curls tickling his skin.
He held onto his boyfriend when he felt the hand on his hip sliding down towards his pelvis. Moving down to his mound where fingers combed through the blonde pubic hairs there when he gasped in a breath with his head throwing itself back. Whimpering pleadingly at his boyfriend who fanned his fingers out and rubbed at his labia gently. An up and down stroke along the wet skin there as his boyfriend kissed at his shoulder softly.
Rubbing at him with enough pressure to get his hips bucking down against those fingers. They trailed over his labia teasingly; drifting just close enough to where it was parted ever so slightly. Teasing him. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all to be teased. Yet his boyfriend slammed into him again and again eagerly with fingers trailing over the wet skin gently.
He gasped in a breath when his boyfriend's fingertips gently traced along his labia before coming together. Pressing down above his swollen clit to get his hips bucking wildly. Eagerly. Wanting, wanting, wanting. Needing. He wants this man to touch him. Lips were trailing over his shoulder only to come back up to the side of his neck with kisses that made his skin tingle.
Had him squirming, twisting, eagerly with his stomach fluttering wildly when those fingers finally sank past his labia. And he cried out when fingers began sliding along the wet folds of skin softly with fingers prodding gently at his entrance. Hips striking at him hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. He was drowning in the heat as Shouta's fingers rubbed along the slit of his entrance in a petting manner.
Gathering that wetness on his fingers no doubt as he petted at him in time with his fast, slamming thrusts that had his hips wobbling. Had him pressing himself down flat to the bed eagerly with a whimper in his throat when the black-haired man panted into his neck. Hot breaths that fanned over his feverish skin as the black-haired man moved quickly. Slamming into him with a strength that had him wobbling.
Whining. Whimpering. God, it was so good, so good, so good. He was damn near euphoric of the pleasure that was racing up his back and pooling into his stomach. There was something unfairly exciting about this quickie of theirs. He whimpered at his boyfriend pleadingly with his hips squirming before slamming back against his pelvis.
Fingers were sliding through the wet folds of skin with a rub that had his hips jerking down against those thick, beautiful fingers of his. When Shouta's fingers were sliding up and spreading out. Forming that V formation that had his pants raking down his throat only to rasp out of him as the black-haired man slammed into him again and again. Threatening to knock the air right out of his damn lungs.
Those fingers began to rub on either side of his swollen clit delicately. Gently. And the tingles it had racing up his back were something special. Something that had him jerking his hips down with a keening whimper flying out of him when the black-haired man dragged his teeth over that throbbing spot on his neck. A gentle nip that had him twisting, squirming, with his pants rasping out of him in response with those hard hits of his boyfriend's hips.
Hard, hard, hard. Fast, fast, fast. It was positively amazing. Addicting. He was drowning in the heat that twisted and raked under the surface of his skin leaving him positively burning. Like he'd been lit aflame. It had him twisting eagerly beneath the black-haired man with his fingers twisting into those black curls. Into the blanket. Holding onto what he could to keep himself stabilized as his boyfriend began to pound into him.
Hard thrusts that he absolutely fucking adores. Fingers tracing on either side of his clit in those rubs that had his hips threatening to shake; threatening to jerk down against those rough fingers. It was a pleasure that had him mewling at his boyfriend who merely pressed tightly to him. Hot. He was so feverish he was surprised he could feel the heat of his boyfriend's pants on his skin the way that he did.
But he felt them, nonetheless. They raced just like his own breaths as their hips moved together with the effort of making the other feel good. Making them feel amazing. And he was feeling so damn euphoric off of that pleasure that he knew Shouta was doing his job. He was doing it damn good. And then fingers were gently pinching his clit which tore him out of his thoughts as he cried out with his hips bucking desperately.
He twisted and turned with his cry choking off in his throat as he struggled to quiet himself, but it was hard. So, so hard. And the black-haired man's growl did little to help his urge to stay quiet when he had that little sound in his ear. There was something sexy about it. About the soft grunts that left the black-haired man as his hips struck at him fast and hard.
Pounding into him with little to no restraint when he felt the twitches, the throbbing, of his erection inside of him. His cock was so fat that he had no doubt if Shouta leaned back that he'd be awed at the sight. Hell, he'd be awed at the sight. He whimpered with his fingers twisted up in the blankets and those black curls as Shouta grunted softly into his neck with hips pounding at him. Groaning.
He was soaring higher, higher, higher. His boyfriend's fingers pinching his clit gently before pressing into it which had his hips jerking. Arching down against those fingers that pressed gingerly into his clit before beginning to roll in tight, clockwise circles that had him gasping when he jerked and jolted. Zaps of electricity rushing up his back with each rubbing roll of those fingers over the bundle of nerves.
Swollen. He was so wet, wet, wet. The slick squelch of the black-haired man's thrusts was deafening but God if it didn't have his heart racing. If it didn't have him gasping in his air down only for his boyfriend's hips to knock it out of him. Rushing exhales that huffed out of him when he twisted and squirmed beneath his boyfriend who moaned at him.
He shuddered at the low sound of his boyfriend's moans when the black-haired man thrusted into him. Pounding into him. It was so hot, so hot, so hot. He was burning up. He was too hot for his liking, if he was honest with himself. He was burning up beneath his boyfriend and he was surprised he didn't burst into flames. Fingers continued to roll into his clit gingerly with that perfect pressure to get his hips bucking desperately.
Keening whimpers in his throat tearing their way out of him as Shouta's fingers moved quickly. Circles that had his thighs shaking as his back arched slightly with his hips jerking down against those fingers. Jerking back to meet his boyfriend's pounding thrusts. It was hard to breathe without fanning the flames beneath his skin. Hard to breathe when he was getting that painful pleasure.
There was so much pleasure that it was almost terrifying. Almost too much. It was damn near painful, but he didn't mind it. He did his best to ignore that painful sensation to the pleasure that washed through him. Pooled into his stomach like molten lava. There was nothing he wanted more than to melt beneath this man. Become putty in his hands. He wants to be flipped, fucked, and touched all night long.
There was nothing better than his boyfriend's hands on his skin. On his body. Holding him so tightly that it was damn near painful. To be made to come on this man's cock again and again. It was all he wanted. All he needed. Huffing in his pants, his boyfriend's fingers rolled into his clit firmly and insistently with fingers pressing in just enough to get him jolting. Jerking.
His body trying to buck against those fingers while making aborted movements. As if he wanted to get away. He didn't, he knew he didn't, and yet his body was jerking and twisting restlessly with his hips pressing down against Shouta's fingers. Eager didn't begin to describe the emotion twisting into his chest as he panted raggedly. His lashes fluttering on his cheeks and his glasses digging annoyingly into his face.
Lips trailing along his neck had him shaking with his fingers tightening in those black locks as his fingers twisted into the blanket. Holding on. He was spiraling out of control and his pleasure was choking him. It was burning through him with a sizzling intensity that had him gasping as his boyfriend's fingers continued to roll into his clit. The pressure, the speed, had his thighs shaking as they spread further apart.
His knees sliding over the bed with a quiet rustle. There was nothing he wanted more than to sink into the bed. To let himself forget about anything but the pleasure. It had his clit throbbing fervently with his thighs shaking as his pants huffed down his throat with his fingers twisting into the blanket again. Wrapping it around his fingers. He was drowning under the pleasure that washed over him again and again.
The way Shouta's fingers rolled into his clit were absolutely drool worthy. Absolutely amazing. The black-haired man truly knew his way around that part of his anatomy; he'd have to ask the man later how he was so damn skilled at that. How he could make him fall apart with his fingers along. An arm wrapping around his stomach tugged at him then to which he heaved in a breath only to be heaved upright. On his knees.
He was falling back against Shouta's chest with his fingers tightening in his hair with a whimper. Kneeling on the bed together, hips pounded the very air out of his lungs with such strength that it had him twisting and squirming. Had him whimpering with his head falling back against his boyfriend's shoulder with his lips pinching together fiercely. Trying his best to keep himself quiet with fingers rolling so beautifully into his clit.
It was hard to think of anything other than the pleasure that was snapping up his back and was twisting into his stomach. A hot, magma like pleasure that was pooling into him like heated honey. There was so much pleasure. Too much. It had him shaking with his fingers holding onto those black curls. His other hand flying to Shouta's forearm where he clawed at the man when the arms around him tightened.
Holding onto him with fingers rolling into his clit while he clawed at a forearm when fingers trailed over his nipple. His pants rasped down his throat, raking out of him with each pounding thrust, and it was so easy to lose himself. To lose himself to the pleasure when he was listening to the slick squelching of his boyfriend's thrusts. The slap of their skin meeting again and again.
The brush of Shouta's feverish skin against his own. The light brush of curls against his skin. The way Shouta's pants fanned over his skin with lips desperately kissing at his skin. Hands toying with his nipple and clit. It was damn near painful just how good everything was. It was so impossible to have such a skilled lover but here he was, drowning in the heat that was being stoked by Shouta's hands.
There was something skillful about the way Shouta's hands could toy with him and make him come apart. Make him fall apart like before they had properly begun. There was something unbelievably amazing about how this man was touching him. How those fingers rolled into his clit. Plucking at his nipple. Tugging, twisting, tweaking. It had his chest arching into the black-haired man's hand.
Fingers plucking at his nipple so skillfully it had him writhing; twisting and squirming slightly with his hips swinging back to hit against his boyfriend's pelvis again and again. He was more than happy to move with the black-haired man who was yanking his hips back further, further, further in thrusts that had him moaning as fingers rolled into his clit. He was going to come if his boyfriend kept it up like this.
He was going too and God if he doesn't want too. He was a shaking, feverish mess with his hands clutching at the black-haired man fervently with his nails digging into the man's forearm fiercely with a moan slipping out of him. He was hot, hot, hot. So unbelievably hot. He could feel that fluttering pulling together into his stomach. A fluttering that tightened into a hot little spark in his stomach.
It had him huffing, panting, with his hips bucking back and forth eagerly. Slamming back to Shouta's pelvis and arching forward to grind himself into those rubbing fingers. He was so damn hot. He didn't think he'd get this hot tonight, but he was happy for it. All he wanted was for Shouta to touch him and he was getting that wish. He was getting that very thing he wanted.
He wanted nothing more than to touch the black-haired man but there'd be time for it tomorrow. For it another day. He was happy as he could be with this quickie, and he was going to show it to his boyfriend tomorrow. Or the next day. Whenever he could. Panting raggedly, his hips jerked back and forth with fingers rubbing at him faster.
Circles that felt so, so good as his clit throbbed with his body jolting and jerking when Shouta's lips trailed up his neck. Soft kisses that had him whimpering when the black-haired man's lips crawled up to his ear. Teeth nipping at the shell of his ear carefully; biting gently while making sure not to dislodge his hearing aid. He was teetering. That hot spot was twisting tight, tight, tight into his lower stomach as that fluttering pulled together.
His back arching from Shouta's chest with gasping pants being taken with those fingers rubbing fast, fast, fast into his clit. Fingers tugging at his nipple. He was falling apart faster than he thought he would but God if it didn't feel fucking good. Teeth nibbled on the shell of his ear gently when a trembling breath was taken. Shouta's cock was throbbing inside of him as he squeezed tightly around him in a hard grip that had the man moaning into his ear.
A throaty, snapping sound that had him whimpering eagerly as his hips swung back and forth eagerly. Excitedly. That tight squeeze in his lower half was only growing tighter, tighter, tighter with his breaths gasping down with his fingers tightening on Shouta's forearm. Damn near mewling as those fingers continued to roll right into his throbbing clit with his pussy throbbing around nothing. He clenched tightly around that thick, glorious, amazing cock inside of him.
It left him so full that he didn't know what to do with himself as his pussy throbbed with inner walls clamping together. It had him huffing out when Shouta's teeth nipped his ear again with that teetering, rushing waiting to come for him. His world boiling down to one where the only thing that existed was that pleasure and Shouta. Ohhh, nothing mattered but Shouta, Shouta, Shouta. That throbbing cock inside of him that rubbed so good at his inner walls. And God, if he kept fucking him just like that-!
"Go-Go ahead, love! Cum for me, yeah? I'm ri-right here, go ahead an-and cum!"
He was crying out before he could stop himself as he found himself falling. His shaking thighs tensing up with muscles flexing and clamping while his stomach flexed in that all too familiar way. His hips jumping frantically back and forth as he fell off of the edge that he'd been dancing on. That he'd been swirling on. He was falling over it with the permission given that he hadn't known he'd been waiting for.
He was tumbling. His eyes squeezing shut as they rolled back with his body stiffening up as fingers rolled frantically into his clit. Tight circles that had him moaning at his boyfriend as tingles rushed up his thighs to explode into his stomach. White-hot heat slamming over him like a wave that was trying to push him down. Trying to drown him and he was. Drowning, drowning, drowning. Shaking, shaking, shaking.
Too good! So fucking good! He gasped with that air being held down in his chest with a slight croaking sound emitting from the back of his throat as he jerked. Jolted. Hips jerking back uncertainly as Shouta's fingers rolled into his clit as his inner walls clamped down. His whole crotch seemed to throb with that orgasm. His inner walls clamping around that throbbing cock inside of him.
Shouta was moaning into his neck with lips pressed to his skin. Hips pounding at him once, twice, three times more before his air was rushing out of him on a mewling whimper when he felt the first hot spurt inside of him. Hot, hot, hot. There was so much heat. He was drowning. It was an eternity. A century. It was being so high he didn't know if he could come down.
Shouta's fingers slowed before sliding away from his clit to fan his hand over his pelvis to keep him pressed tight against him. And that white-hot heat clawed beneath his skin as it rushed out of him as suddenly as it had snapped over him. Leaving him gasping in the wake when Shouta moaned into his skin again with that cock throbbing inside of him. Pulsing. Shot after shot of come gushing into him.
It had him whimpering again breathlessly as he squirmed. He loved it. Absolutely, positively loved it as he felt his boyfriend grinding against him frantically with lips pressing to his neck again and again. Arms wrapped tightly around him. He was surfacing over those waves as he slumped back into Shouta's chest with the black-haired man stiffly sitting behind him.
He slid his hands down to rub over the man's forearms. Comforting. And then Shouta was sighing out like he had with his body slumping slightly as they wobbled together when he swore, he felt something dribble over his skin. Had he come that much? He had not a clue, but he wasn't going to make a mess of the bed. He couldn't. And one of them had to be the brave one that moved away first.
He swallowed against the screaming urge to stay right there, and he began to slide his hips forward. Shouta took the hint and pulled back where he slipped out of him with a vulgar, sucking squelch and he leapt off of the bed. He had mere seconds as he rushed on shaking legs to the bathroom. Not bothering to shut the door, he stumbled to the toilet where he threw the seat open then dropped down onto it.
Trickling. No, would gushing be the right word? He didn't know but it was an odd sensation; one that he hadn't experienced in years. He shivered as the black-haired man's come dripped out of him into the toilet bowl when he let out another sharp sigh as his pants rasped down his throat. There was a light creak of the bed followed by the light thud of feet on the bedroom floor.
And then Shouta was in the doorway, flicking the light on and he was beautiful. His skin glistening in a sheen of sweat, his cock half hard but softening rapidly when the man padded over to him. He blinked curiously at Shouta who squatted down before him and hands slid along his thighs gently with thumbs rolling in circles against his skin. Dark eyes staring at him with a look of awe when Shouta then leaned up and he leaned forward instinctively.
Lips coming together once, twice, third and a fourth time in soft, sweet kisses before he pressed his lips to Shouta's with his hands going to his shoulders. It was surreal; kissing this man sweetly while his come was trickling out of him into the toilet. He knew he'd have to be more thorough tomorrow when he woke in the morning and make sure all of it was out but until then?
There was something amazingly sweet about not being alone in that moment; as if they were getting a do-over of the night of their first kiss. When he'd wished Shouta was there while he puked. He rubbed his thumbs gently against Shouta's shoulders while lips moved against his sweetly, warmly, with hands rubbing his thighs. He shifted back with lips smacking lightly as they parted when he reached for the toilet paper.
It was mortifying doing it in front of Shouta, but he quickly wiped himself. Grabbing more toilet paper to rid himself of the lube the best he could before he was gesturing for Shouta to step back, and the man stood and shifted away while he stood on shaking legs to flush the toilet. He closed the lid when he felt an arm curling around his back and the other curling down along his knees.
He yelped when he was heaved off of his feet up into Shouta's arms. He threw his arms around broad shoulders as the black-haired man then walked them out of the bathroom with feet brushing over the floor. Padding into the bedroom, Shouta's lips were crawling over his cheek when he realized his glasses were smudged with condensation. A fog in the corners that came from the heat of his face.
He wanted to take them off when Shouta was laying him down on the bed. And there was something so tender about the way those hands lingered on him as the blankets were pulled at awkwardly to wrap around him when Shouta turned that lamp off then padded around the bed. Coming to his side of the bed again, Shouta tugged the blankets down then turned the light off to plunge them into darkness when he climbed beneath them.
His hands stretching out for Shouta who slid forward towards him when he realized his glasses were still on. He took them off then handed them to Shouta who took them from him then turned- well, rolled really if he was honest with himself. Placing them in the case, he reached up and took his hearing aids out gently one at a time. Turning them off then handing them to Shouta who took them and placed them in his case.
Reaching out for his boyfriend who slid close to him when he got an idea. A wonderful, amazing idea. If he wanted to be close to Shouta then surely the man wouldn't object, would he? He swallowed as Shouta slid close and he curled into the man. Lips pressing to his face adoringly which he returned the best he could. Kissing at the face that he adored more than anything in the world with lips pressing to his face.
Gentle kisses as he curled his leg up around his waist when he reached down for his boyfriend's cock. Holding it in his hand, he tugged at a cheek when he read the quizzical expression on his boyfriend's face. Close enough to make it out. He then pressed the head of his cock against his hole when he felt hips moving and Shouta was pushing back into him.
And it felt so, so good to have the man inside of him again when arms then curled around his waist and Shouta was rolling. Laying out on his back while his head came to rest on his chest and his leg hitched up around his thighs. Cuddling together, he felt fingers skim down his back as his breath sighed out of him. He was still feverish, still hot, but it was bearable.
He could feel Shouta's breaths racing with the flutters of his chest, but he was held close. Like he was something worth cherishing. Something precious. And he found his lashes fluttering shut onto his cheeks as he sighed out. This was more than he could ever ask for. So much more. And he was going to tell Shouta that first thing in the morning when he woke up. Until then, he could confidently say that he was finally, completely, and utterly content.
