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A gasp escaped Kazuha’s mouth but it was soon muffled by Scaramouche's kiss and his tongue, now slipping inside through Kazuha’s parted lips.
"Not here..." Kazuha tried to mumble in between, breathless just from how intense Scaramouche had kissed him.
He was like a black hole.
Devouring him fully, making his mind blank, overtaking his all senses. It was just him, his lips on Kazuha's, the burning touch of his hands, the smell of stars and cigarettes which he inhaled with every deep breath and his smoky black hair tickling his face from above.
"Who cares?'' Scaramouche snapped back, his hand now moving down to Kazuha's waist and grabbing him tightly as he delicately moved him up to shift their position and now get easier access to the boy's neck.
"Please Scara, what if someone is going to hear us–"
"Do I look like it matters to me?" the shorter boy whispered slowly as he looked at Kazuha. It was a beautiful sight indeed, his bangs already messy, chest moving up and down as he slowly panted.
"But–" his sentence was cut short when Scaramouche covered his lips with a hand.
"Do me a favor and shut up, would you?" The blonde's eyes widened, muffled whimper escaping him as Scaramouche shoved two of his fingers into Kazuha's mouth. That made a burning feeling spark up right in between the older boy’s thighs, thoughts about those pretty pink lips clenching around something else now clouding his mind.
But Kazuha was right. Currently they were in a small rented room where the walls were as thin as paper, meaning that they probably could be easily heard by anyone nearby. Although Scaramouche couldn’t care less. If he wanted something, he was going to get it right at the very moment. He moved his hand to Kazuha’s hair and pulled the boy away from him harshly.
"Get on your knees and make that pretty mouth of yours more useful."
Kazuha had his doubts but did as he was told, now kneeling on a cold floor right in front of Scaramouche. He couldn’t deny that he made him go absolutely insane. But up to the point where he was ready to do such stuff? In such place? He felt his cheeks get impossibly more red because he just knew what the dark haired boy wanted from him, his hips now obscuring his whole view, and being the only focus of his thoughts.
Scaramouche gripped his chin roughly and lifted it up, forcing Kazuha to look him straight in the eyes.
"You know what to do right?” He whispered as he yanked Kazuha’s head closer, now that his nose was brushing Scaramouche's crotch and something hard underneath his pants. “Be a good boy for me and get rid of them."
Kazuha took in a shaky breath before he moved his hands up to Scaramouche's belt, hesitating slightly before carefully taking his pants off, now leaving the boy in front of him in just underwear. Were they really going to do this right here?
“Are you–”
“Shut up and finish what you have started.”
His voice left no room for arguments. It was now or never. Kazuha decided to let his pride and fears of someone hearing them slide aside. Maybe it wouldn’t be the case, maybe their neighbours weren’t even around now. Besides the fact that it was hard to refuse Scaramouche, this situation has been on Kazuha’s mind for quite a while now. Scaramouche was undeniably attractive, even with his cocky attitude. Well, if he had to admit the truth, his attitude actually aroused him. A tiny bit… So without further thinking he did as he was told and quickly grabbed Scaramouche’s underwear, pulling it off and revealing his already erected length.
You see, another problem was that Kazuha was not exactly experienced. And he wanted to make Scaramouche feel as best as he could, but what if he did not live up to his expectations? Did he even have any? Scaramouche was demanding and needy, everyone knew that. Though currently it seemed like he did not care at all if Kazuha was experienced or not, now eagerly grabbing the blonde boy's head and aligning his mouth right with the tip of his cock, the blush on the younger boy’s cheeks deepening.
Kazuha did not need to be told twice, he slowly took part of Scaramouche's into his mouth and well, he was far from small. He started licking it, circling around the tip and sucking it lightly.
And he was so painfully slow with it. Now making movements with his tongue around the length, careful not to grasp it with his teeth. Scaramouche let out a groan and tangled his hand in Kazuha's white locks, pulling him closer, frustrated with the slow pace. Light haired boy let out a choked moan as Scaramouche pushed himself deeper inside without any prior warnings. He desperately needed Kazuha to do more and fast, so now he took control, forcing Kazuha to go faster and guiding his head just as he pleased.
Well, Kazuha could have expected that.
The boy was making all kinds of lewd sounds and cries underneath Scaramouche, struggling to keep up with the pace that he had set, his cock hitting the very end of his throat, almost making him gag. Tears started prickling up in the corners of the boy’s eyes and he had to grab Scaramouche’s thighs to support himself as the latter fucked into his mouth, panting slightly and cursing under his breath.
"Fuck..."
Kazuha really did his best to open his mouth as wide as he possibly could and keep up with Scaramouche. The older boy let out a low groan, his thrusts still intense and grip on Kazuha’s hair tight.
Kazuha let Scaramouche guide him just as he wanted, swiftly working his tongue around his cock, wondering if it made any difference at all. He really hoped it did.
After a while the dark haired boy’s thrusts started getting even faster, deeper, but sloppier. And with that Kazuha could tell that he was close.
"Swallow it all." He muttered as he grabbed Kazuha's hair tighter to steady him in place. He squeezed his eyes as Scaramouche came inside him, filling his mouth with his seed. And he did his best to swallow it all, although it was not pleasant at all. But he did not want to let Scaramouche down after all.
After this, Scaramouche immediately pulled out, strings of saliva still connecting his cock with Kazuha's parted lips, the younger boy gasping for air.
Scaramouche gripped his chin lightly and lifted it up, meeting Kazuha's dazed and tired eyes. He looked so beautiful like this, like he was intoxicated. Intoxicated by him, Scaramouche. And oh, he loved the sight of Kazuha coming undone before him. He wanted to ruin him fully, to make him lose all of his composure, to be the only thing filling him and his mind.
"Open your mouth." He ordered.
At those words, Kazuha parted his lips a little bit more, still tired, his lower lip trembling. But for Scaramouche it was not enough. He shook his head in dissatisfaction as he gripped his chin tighter and slipped a thumb into Kazuha's mouth, pressing on his tongue and forcing him to open it wider, earning himself a muffled moan from the boy below him.
He scanned the insides of it with his gaze, making sure that Kazuha did indeed swallow it all.
He noticed some left in the corner of Kazuha's lips, Scaramouche brushed it off with his finger and shoved it back into Kazuha's mouth, the blonde boy sucking and licking it eagerly without even thinking much.
"Good boy."
Kazuha looked up at him, unable to say a word. But the praise he recieved was worth everything. It made his stomach tighten and heat rush through his whole body.
Scaramouche eyed him up with unclear expression as if admiring the state to which he has brought the boy to, tangling his hand in Kazuha's hair once again. And he smiled widely at the sudden squirm escaping Kazuha’s lips when Scaramouche without any warnings moved his foot and placed it right in between the boy's pants, pressing on the hardened spot.
"You did not think I'd leave you like that, right, Kazuha?" he smirked, now pressing his foot harder and twisting it, causing the boy to let out a stifled moan.
“Scaramouche–” Kazuha looked up at him a little hesitantly, unable to think straight, his whole face was flushed red and he desperately tried to not let out any more embarrassing sounds as the black haired boy grinded his foot right against Kazuha’s crotch.
“You’re so cute, trying to hold back like this.” Scaramouche chuckled and wasted no time, now moving his foot from Kazuha's cock right to his chest, pressing on it harshly and making the boy lay down on the ground with a gasp. Then he himself bent down as well, now hovering over the mess he has made the taller boy of. He grabbed a strand of his hair and twirled it around his finger.
"You're so pretty, you know?" he leaned in, his mouth brushing Kazuha's exposed neck. Another praise and yet another heat rush. He wondered if Scaramouche could feel just how fast his heart was beating.
"And you were so good for me..." he trailed his lips softly along Kazuha's jawline, making his way up to the boy's ear and nibbling on it slightly upon reaching it which made Kazuha gasp softly.
"Will you keep on being a good boy for me?" he whispered, sending a shiver down the taller boy’s spine.
Kazuha wanted to respond but it came out as a choked moan, because right at that moment Scaramouche shoved his knee up in between Kazuha's thighs and twisted it. He chuckled at his reaction and trailed his fingers along Kazuha's chest, slipping it under his kimono.
“Scaramouche, wait— Ah–!”
His cold fingers found a way to his nipple and squeezed it lightly, making yet another lewd sound come out of Kazuha's lips. Ignoring Kazuha’s prior statement, Scaramouche quickly got rid of the boy's upper garment, kissing his chest, slowly marking it up with hickeys and sucking on his nipple along his way down. It was almost amusing for Scaramouche how sensitive the boy was. He could tell that Kazuha was trying to hold back his reactions, but in the end he still squirmed under every mere touch. And he loved it. He loved making Kazuha lose his senses, to touch him like this, to hear all those sounds coming out of his beautiful mouth.
Scaramouche's hand stopped right before Kazuha's waistband, the other one now hovering above his crotch.
"Have you done this already, hmm…?" The older boy hummed quietly, his fingers currently faintly brushing Kazuha’s still clothed length. It was driving him insane.
"N...Nh..." Kazuha gasped out. "Scaramouche, please..."
"Please what?" he smirked as Kazuha rocked his hips up, desperately chasing the hand that Scaramouche lifted back up. He needed more, he needed Scaramouche to touch him. "Didn’t you tell me to wait just moments ago?"
To that Kazuha just shook his head softly, pursing his lips. Scaramouche finally pressed his hand back down, making Kazuha squirm yet again and wriggle even more.
“What happened to “not here”, hmm?”
"Just–"
Scaramouche wrapped his palm around Kazuha's cock, and that's when the boy beneath him lost control, mindlessly catching Scaramouche's wrist, not letting him take his hand away again and hurrying him up to already take off his pants. Or at least to do anything more. "Please." He breathed out. “Please touch me.”
Upon hearing those words Scaramouche grinned, not letting him wait any longer. He swiftly removed Kazuha's pants and undergarments, exposing him fully, the boy now laying bare right in front of him, his hair disheveled around his head, body flushed red, covered with marks left by Scaramouche’s kisses and glistening with sweat.
It was a delightful sight.
Scaramouche wouldn't admit it but he waited for this moment for so long, to finally witness him like this. Vulnerable and helpless, dependent on Scaramouche, waiting for him to do whatever the hell he pleased.
Without any warning, he roughly grabbed Kazuha's slender waist and flipped him over on all fours, making the boy gasp, then bent forward so he was now hovering over his back.
"I'll try to be gentle at first, since you were so obedient earlier." he reached out to Kazuha's mouth, shoving his fingers inside it. Kazuha stifled a moan and then sucked and licked them like his life depended on it. Scaramouche did not bring any lube with him, so this had to do.
He straightened himself and pulled his fingers out of Kazuha’s mouth, now sitting astride his thighs, restricting some of his movements. He slowly traced the wet fingers over the boy’s back, stopping right before the entrance to his hole. Upon feeling the touch Kazuha whined softly and squirmed under him as if trying to make him go faster. Though Scaramouche wouldn’t miss this delightful occasion to have fun and tease him. He slowly circled around his entrance, taking his sweet time and pleasure in how Kazuha wriggled and whined helplessly underneath in desperate need for further movements.
"Scaramouche, plea–" his words were cut off by a breathless moan when the older boy finally shoved the first finger inside him. Kazuha took a shaky breath in, his fists clenching involuntarily, nails harshly digging into the skin of his palms.
As promised, Scaramouche did go slowly at first. He made sure Kazuha had enough time to adjust to the sudden intrusion, but it still hurt. It almost burned, if Kazuha had to be honest. But at the same time, there was a kind of pleasure coming along with this pain, so soon enough, one finger was definitely not enough and Kazuha wanted more.
He felt a faint drop of sweat dripping down his forehead. The heat in the room was starting to become unbearable. Was it so hot in here from the start or was it just him? He couldn’t focus on anything but Scaramouche and the sensation coming along with his finger inside right now. Fog of lust clouding his mind, the boy filling him, devouring his all senses.
Soon enough Scaramouche added a second finger, followed by a third. It still hurt, but he was getting used to it. Scaramouche scissored his fingers inside him and after making sure Kazuha was stretched enough, he slowly started moving.
"Ah–!"
“You like it?” Scaramouche chuckled and Kazuha hummed in response, nodding his head slightly.
He did, but it was not enough.
Almost as if reading his mind, Scaramouche quickened the pace, starting to thrust deeply into him, twisting and curling his fingers inside, searching for a particular spot, which he knew once he found.
"Ngh–!" Kazuha let out a sudden cry, his back arching, body squirming under Scaramouche who still sat astride him, successfully keeping him in place. And it felt so good. “Please do that again–!” he gasped out.
“Hmm…?” Scaramouche smirked. “Here…?” he asked innocently as he pulled his fingers out a little bit but then buried them back in, this time hitting the right exact spot once again and making Kazuha whine.
“Aah–!!”
Scaramouche grinned under his breath. His reactions were so priceless. And he was so innocent, so sweet and oblivious. He could spend all night doing just this. Scaramouche kept on fucking him right into that spot, making Kazuha see the stars. The sounds which he made were like music to his ears, he could easily grow addicted to them. His messy hair fell to his face, back was adorn with little scratches made by the older boy’s harsh grip from earlier. The flesh on his ass lightly bouncing with every sharp movement of Scaramoche's hand. And he just couldn't help but squeeze it and then smack it harshly, leaving the skin flushed bright red and earning himself yet another loud gasp from Kazuha.
He suddenly pulled out his fingers with an obscene pop. The younger boy whimpered underneath him and abruptly turned his head around, lips parted, slightly drooling and his gaze visibly pleading for more. Scaramouche chuckled at that. He was so desperate and so completely dependent on him. What a lovely sight. Part of him really wanted to make him wait for it even longer...To beg for it. For it and his cock.
"Scaramouche, please–" All it took was just this one plea. “I need you...I need you inside of me.” he whispered, his voice shaky and crackling slightly.
Kazuha made him so weak.
As much as he wanted to tease him and torture him further, upon hearing him, he just couldn't bring himself to.
"Shhh..." Scaramouche trailed his hand along his waist and steadied his grip. Kazuha felt him lift up from his thighs and then he felt something hard aligning with his entrance.
"Scara– Nh–!" his words were cut off by a loud cry right when Scaramouche pushed himself inside without any prior warnings. And the older boy could swear that was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. He wanted to hear this all night long. His voice was so beautiful.
"Relax Kazuha, you're so tense." Scaramouche whispered as he stroked the skin on Kazuha's waist with his thumb. And the boy tried his best to do so, but how could he possibly relax? Obviously Scaramouche was way bigger than his fingers, Kazuha almost felt like he was being torn apart. It was all too much, unpleasant at first, but after a while, with the pain came pleasure. Part of him wanted for Scaramouche to push in deeper. He wanted to feel more of him. But he couldn’t stop being so tense, the other part of him screaming that he was not ready yet.
It didn’t take much time until Scaramouche decided for him that apparently Kazuha was ineed relaxed enough and shoved his cock deeper inside him, the boy letting out a loud whine as tears sprinkled up in the corners of his eyes.
"I told you to relax."
“I tried–“ Kazuha breathed out quietly in an attempt to protest. Scaramouche just smirked and tightened his grip on the boy's waist, slowly starting to move inside him.
“Nggh…”
The feeling of him inside was overwhelming.
It was all that he could possibly focus on, he could feel Scaramouche deep inside him, he could feel his cock twitching and hitting all of the sensitive spots. And soon all of the former pain was replaced by pleasure, Kazuha's various whines and moans filling the room as he desperately cried out Scaramouche's name, needing more, needing him to go faster.
Scaramouche gripped tightly onto his waist to steady him as he pulled himself out almost to the tip, just to harshly slam back inside, to which Kazuha let out a whimper, messily attempting to steady his body on the floor.
The shorter boy bent down further, his other hand now roughly grabbing Kazuha's hair and pulling his head back, making the boy let out a loud gasp accompanied with a cry once Scaramouche sent another harsh thrust into him.
“You’re so cute, Kazuha.”
Kazuha’s heart fluttered at those words. He loved it when Scaramouche praised him. And he wanted him to praise him more. He wanted to make him feel good.
He was so deep within him and Kazuha was so tight. The way he clenched around Scaramouche's cock was so perfect, that it almost made him feel high. They were like a perfect match, made for each other, making each other complete. Their bodies melting together perfectly.
“You’re being so good for me, Kazuha.” The older boy whispered into his ear quietly, his breath softly tickling Kazuha’s skin. He moved his lips into the crook of the boy’s neck, kissing the spot lightly at first, just to bite and suck on it moments later, leaving a red mark.
“Scaramouche–” Kazuha felt his body getting more tense, heat rushing through him, and a familiar sensation down there. “I– Ah–!” Another harsh thrust.
He was close.
“Use your words.”
And another one.
“I think I’m gonna– Ah–!”
The moment Scaramouche licked his neck, he reached his climax, staining a bit of the older boy’s hand and the surface underneath them, panting and breathing heavily.
With that, Scaramouche's pace quickened, his grip was tight and almost bruising, moves getting more and more sloppy with each thrust.
"Fuck–" he muttered as he wrapped his arm tightly around Kazuha, pulling him up by his waist to steady him and burying himself deeply inside. He muttered yet another curse as he came as well, filling Kazuha fully with his seed.
Kazuha squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of being filled. His chest fluttering with every deep breath he took, soft and quiet whines escaping his mouth with Scaramouche’s every thrust, the shorter boy’s arm still holding him steady and in place as he rode out his orgasm. If it wasn’t for him Kazuha would probably just collapse back onto the ground.
Scaramouche finally pulled himself out and let Kazuha go, carefully laying him back down on the floor beneath. He watched as the cum dripped out of his ass, spilling over his thighs, mixing with all the sweat and making them glister faintly in the dim light.
He looked beautiful. Divine, almost.
Kazuha’s panting shifted into a surprised moan as Scaramouche suddenly shoved two fingers back into his hole, twisting them around and covering them with his own seed, only to quickly pull them out.
He grabbed a hold of Kazuha and deftly shifted his position making him lay down on his back. He leaned in, watching Kazuha's hazed expression as he put the fingers covered with his cum inside Kazuha's parted mouth on which the boy immediately sucked gently. The shorter boy smirked at just how eager Kazuha was. When he was done he delicately brushed out the hair that stuck onto the younger boy’s forehead.
"You did so well, Kazuha." He whispered as he kissed the corner of Kazuha's lips and smiled lightly against them. Kazuha returned the smile, but his gaze was so distant that Scaramouche wondered if he even knew what was going on.
He closed his eyes, bits of sweat and tears glistered on his long light lashes, his cheeks almost as vividly red as the streak in his hair, pink lips parted as he panted heavily, hair a complete mess, wet and sticking to his face.
Scaramouche couldn’t get enough of this sight. He looked so pretty.
"Let's get you cleaned up, okay?" Scaramouche said softly as he stroked Kazuha’s cheek and the boy mumbled something in response. Not waiting anymore, Scaramouche lifted him up and took to the bathroom where he carefully washed both of them, making sure that there weren't any stains left on Kazuha’s pale skin. While he wasn't exactly the type to do such things, he had the bizarre need to do all of this for Kazuha.
The feelings that he sparked in Scaramouche's heart were odd. He still felt the need to dominate him, to make a complete mess out of him, to make him come undone, but aside from that he also felt a strange need to take care of him. Especially after bringing him to a state like this.
Was this what they called love?
Scaramouche shivered just at the mere thought. Maybe… But he definitely did not want to admit that. It was unbelievable for him, the fact that he could be capable of such feelings. Nevertheless, for some reason Kazuha was someone very dear to him.
Someone who was very special.
He shook his head trying to get rid of those thoughts and now glanced at Kazuha who was peacefully sleeping on a bed right beside him. Scaramouche brought him there after he bathed him, for once letting him sleep this close to him. Kazuha’s breaths were now soft and steady, but blush on his cheeks was still apparent. He reached a hand out and covered Kazuha’s exposed shoulder with a blanket. Back in the bathroom Kazuha was still conscious, just too tired to register what was happening, quietly blabbering some unintelligible sentences under his breath to Scaramouche. And well, he had to admit, for the state that he was in, Kazuha was being quite talktive. Kind of like he was drunk. Truth be told, Scaramouche desperately hoped that the next day Kazuha would not remember any of his moments of weakness, the moments where he was so gentle.
Part of him hated how disgustingly soft he was for Kazuha.
And yet again, he couldn't tell if he wanted to take care of him or to ruin him. Perhaps both? But for now, he was glad that the poet was by his side. He wanted to keep him there forever, to not let him go or slip anywhere.
And he was selfish, he wanted him just for himself.
To touch and to love.
To share the memories with, to be his only company and the only one on his mind.
But who was there to blame him? Wasn’t this what’s love all about anyway?