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Somehow, being on his knees already makes him hot. Hizashi’s still nervous, hands skating restlessly up and down Shouta’s thighs as he prepares himself to finally take the plunge, but there’s no real fear here. There’s no painful, rib-rattling trepidation, only the exhilarating thrum in his veins of excitement. He wants to do this. Has wanted to for a while.
“Are you sure?” Shouta asks one last time, brushing a lock of hair away from Hizashi’s face. He never repeats himself, not if he can help it, but Hizashi’s inexperience has turned him into a broken record, constantly checking in, hovering just before taking each step forward.
It would be sweet if it didn’t make Hizashi feel so damn babied.
“Shou,” he huffs, giving the man’s legs a squeeze. “For the last time, yes. I’m a grown man, okay? I don’t do things I don’t want to do.”
Shouta’s lips quirk up into a half-smile before he closes his eyes, nodding slowly. “Right. I’m aware. I just… Not everyone enjoys this, you know.”
Hizashi eyes Shouta’s half-hard cock just a few inches away from his face, watches as it swells under his gaze. He imagines what it will feel like to drag his tongue along the vein that runs up the underside of the shaft and feels his mouth water.
He swallows. “I think I’ll be fine,” he says mildly, tracing a finger across the bulbous head and watching it twitch in response. Curious, he takes a firmer hold around the base and presses a chaste kiss where his finger had just been.
Shouta’s breath hitches.
“I’m gonna start,” he announces, though in a way he already has. He presses a series of closed lip kisses in a line going down from the first, reveling in the way Shouta’s dick jumps with each one. He makes his way back up, this time with wet, open mouth kisses that have Shouta gasping quietly above him.
It feels like an eternity passes before he finally wraps his lips around his boyfriend’s cock.
Hizashi can’t help but moan a little; the stretch in his jaw of having to accommodate something so big is better than he expected, and the feeling of Shouta’s cock rubbing against his tongue as he slowly starts to bob his head is intoxicating.
A salty, almost bitter taste blooms in Hizashi’s mouth when he runs his tongue across the slit, and he realizes that this must be what precum tastes like. It’s not tasty by any means, but the fact that it’s Shouta’s, the reminder that it’s Shouta’s leaking cock he has in his mouth makes him suck harder, eager for more.
"Hizashi," groans Shouta, grabbing a fistful of blond hair. He doesn't yank, but the feeling of his knuckles against Hizashi's scalp is enough to make green eyes roll back in ecstasy.
How can anyone not like this? Hizashi doesn't understand. He feels like he could do this for hours, bobbing on his boyfriend's length, wringing tiny noises out of him with every pass of his tongue. At one point he pulls back to give his jaw a break, switching to saliva-slicked strokes instead and the full body shudder it gets him from Shouta is incredible.
It makes him shiver in turn, heat pooling in his belly and seeping into his groin. He's straining against his jeans, squirming in place for some relief. He has half a mind to start palming himself, but he doesn't want to lose his focus, not when his normally quiet Shouta is making such satisfied sounds, humming his approval.
Replacing his mouth over Shouta’s cock once more, Hizashi picks up where he left off, sucking and licking and moaning, losing himself in the pleasure of pleasuring another. He knows he’s drooling, lets it dribble out the corners of his mouth down Shouta’s shaft to pool in dark hair waiting down below. It’s far messier than he anticipated, but he finds he doesn’t mind as he wraps a hand around whatever he doesn’t currently have stuffed in his mouth. In a way, it reminds him of French kissing -- it’s just as wet and slick and full of tongue.
Shouta had told him he was good at kissing; he hopes that means he’s good at blowing too. If the way Shouta’s breaths come shorter, the way his chest heaves faster with every swipe of Hizashi’s curious tongue and enthusiastic fingers is any indication, then maybe he is.
“Hizashi,” Shouta rasps, and this time it sounds like a warning.
The hand in Hizashi’s hair tightens, but he whines, reluctant to be separated.
“Slow down, I’m gonna cum if you don’t.”
What’s so bad about that? Hizashi thinks, stubbornly taking in more. He only just remembers to take a deep breath through his nose before it grazes Shouta's pelvis. He hollows his cheeks as he pulls back, only to force his way back down and repeat the process. Shouta's gasping now, the muscles in his thighs jumping as he struggles not to buck up into Hizashi's face.
"Fuck!"
Hizashi's feeling more than a little smug, suckling on the reddened head of Shouta's cock. He peers up through his lashes at his boyfriend for the first time since they started, curious to get a glimpse of his face now that he's unraveling and the sight that greets him takes his breath away.
Shouta's face is flushed red and shiny from the thin layer of sweat coating his skin. One hand pushes his bangs back out of his face, the other still trapped in Hizashi's hair. His eyes are screwed shut and he's biting down on bottom lip so hard it's almost worrying, but Hizashi has no time to be concerned because soon enough Shouta's opening his eyes, directing those blown pupils down at him.
Hizashi blinks up at him, and Shouta unravels.
"Shit," Shouta hisses, yanking on Hizashi's hair to tug him off. The sharp ache on his scalp makes Hizashi whimper, dick jumping in his jeans, but he has no time for anything more before Shouta's cock twitches, shooting warm ropes of white across his face. He closes his eyes as soon as he realizes, feeling it paint his cheeks and lips. A stripe of cum lands across the bridge of his nose but thankfully no higher and when it's all said and done, Hizashi blinks his eyes open, stunned.
"Did you just cum on my face?" He asks, dazed. He can feel it start to drip, warm and sticky and Shouta's, and it makes him feel dizzy.
"Sorry, I really didn't mean to," Shouta says. His voice is strained as he struggles to catch his breath. "I was trying to push you off so you didn't have to swallow, but I also didn't realize how close I was."
"You came on me," Hizashi repeats, a slow smile curling across his face.
Shouta huffs. "I told you I didn't mean to. I just- I wasn't expecting you to be looking at me like that."
"Oh?" Hizashi leans in, biting his lip and giving Shouta the best coy look he can. He knows more or less what angles work for him, knows how best to point his big green eyes to get what he wants, but he's never done it with a facial and he wonders what effect that will have on his boyfriend. "Looking at you like what, babe?"
From the hungry way Shouta stares him, he thinks it might be a good look for him.
"Fuck, you're a menace. Come here."
Hizashi eagerly scrambles up onto the sofa next to him, only somewhat surprised when Shouta pulls him into a kiss, uncaring of the mess. A hand snakes down to his pants and Hizashi lets out a grateful groan as said hand undoes his fly and cups him through his underwear.
"Shouuu," he whines, bucking into his boyfriend's hand. He's already on edge, wound up from the oral he just gave. It won't take much.
And it doesn't. The second Shouta adjusts to get a good enough grip, it only takes a few strokes before Hizashi cums, letting out a high whimper against Shouta’s mouth until his body finally falls slack. He shudders when Shouta pulls his hand away, watching with bleary eyes as Shouta stands and goes searching for something to clean up with.
“You look like a wreck,” Shouta says when he gets back.
Hizashi hums, letting his eyes fall closed. He can imagine what sort of picture he makes sitting here, cum on his face and dick, jeans tugged open as he lays boneless on the couch.
“Do you like what you see?” he asks, grinning, but still too tired to bother opening his eyes. He hears Shouta’s quiet snort.
“Maybe,” he answers vaguely, which is as good as a yes in Hizashi’s book. A damp towel passes over his face then pauses. “It actually might be best for you to just take a shower.”
“Probably, yeah.”
They stare at each other for a few seconds.
“...Get up, I’m not carrying you.”
“Wow,” Hizashi exclaims, raising his eyebrows in a show of incredulity. “Is that any way to treat the guy who just sucked your dick?”
Shouta groans. “You’re such a pain in the ass,” he says, leaning over to help him up. The banter on the tip of Hizashi’s tongue turns into a yelp as he’s tossed over Shouta’s shoulder.
“Hey! This isn’t what I meant!”
“I know.” Shouta’s voice is smug; he really can be just as devilish as Hizashi when he wants to be.
They bicker all the way to the shower, neither of them pointing out the wide smiles they’re both sporting, too endeared with each other to truly be bothered by the jabs they toss each other’s way.
“How’s about we get a little dirty while we get clean?” Hizashi purrs, running soapy hands up Shouta’s chest.
“You’re insatiable,” Shouta says in what might be a complaint if not for the way he wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him in close.
“And a menace,” Hizashi adds happily.
“And a menace.”
“But I’m your insatiable menace, so you gotta love me,” Hizashi points out just before Shouta’s lips brush over his in a kiss. He sighs happily, kissing him again before Shouta pulls away just enough to smile softly at him. Hizashi’s heart flips at the sight.
“Believe me, I do.”