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The birthday party had largely been peddled and orchestrated by Joe and, Aragaki, ever the romantic at heart, couldn’t bring himself to deny his husband the opportunity to spoil him when the occasion so rarely presented itself nowadays.
Joe had invited a few of their close friends, people who they considered family by now, and the whole shindig ended up heavily reminiscent of Gym Nowhere’s very first celebration more than a decade ago coupled with some flourishes of Joe’s smaller get-together marking his redemption, so to speak, only a few years prior.
In any case, the party had gone off without a hitch and at the end of the festivities, his husband had surprised him with additional plans for just the two of them; a night away. Not too far away, Joe had assured him when Aragaki had shot him an uneasy look.
Oicho and Bonjiri had graciously volunteered to stay with the kids overnight and both Joe and Aragaki had promised they’d be back home, in the morning, bright and early.
They head off right after their youngest falls asleep and it takes them all of ten minutes to reach their destination.
Joe had booked them a room at a nearby roadside motel and Aragaki can only smile when his eyes land on the shabby building, finding his husband’s efforts well-meaning, endearing even.
They make their way to the room; their shared overnight bag, a six-pack of beer, and a small, unopened gift bag carried by Joe, in tow.
Aragaki eyes the gift as his husband places it on top of the room’s dresser, pointing to it as Joe passes by him, carrying the six-pack of beer in his hand. Joe waves him off dismissively, and flicks his head toward the door, beckoning Aragaki to follow him as he exits.
They sit outside of the motel room on plastic lawn chairs that shift questionably under their weight anytime they move and they chew the fat for a good long while over the past, the future, and everything in between. It’s nice and Aragaki finds himself unwinding even without the help of the one beer he’s chosen to nurse during their conversation.
However, Aragaki watches with concern as his husband chugs what’s left of his third beer before reaching for his fourth and he quickly places his hand over Joe’s to stop him.
“Slow down there, tiger,” Aragaki says playfully.
Joe glances at him with glassy eyes, his mouth pulling into a meek, lop-sided smile; so very obviously buzzed from the rapid consumption of alcohol. “Sorry,” Joe replies, as he settles into his chair, beerless and growing antsy.
Aragaki watches his husband's fingers twitch along the flaky armrests of the plastic chair and it prompts him to set aside his half-consumed beer and sit forward along his own chair.
“Is everything okay?” He asks and his husband nods, his meek smile transforming into a smirk, reminiscent of his younger years.
“I’m just really excited to give you your birthday gift,” Joe responds before standing, wobbly on his feet.
“You’ve given me so much already,” Aragaki says, reaching out to steady him.
“You deserve more.”
Joe takes Aragaki’s hands and tugs him upward before pulling him back into the motel room.
“Is my birthday gift whiplash because —,” Aragaki teases, pausing just as he notices Joe plucking the small gift bag off the top of the dresser.
He walks over toward his husband, stopping alongside him, his gaze aiming at the mysterious gift in his hand.
Aragaki then lowers himself to sit at the foot of the room's queen-size bed directly across from the dresser, his eyes flicking back up to Joe, a skeptical look pulling across his face.
"What is it?" Aragaki asks his husband.
"Just open it," Joe says before pushing the bag into his hands.
Aragaki wastes no time peeking inside of the bag, grateful that his husband hadn’t filled it with that fancy and largely unnecessary tissue paper that usually gets stuffed into these things. His eyes fall on an item that he can’t quite make out at first. It isn’t until he lets his gaze linger that he finally realizes what the gift is.
He reaches into the bag and pulls out a lacey, powder blue thong.
Slowly, both of his eyebrows raise as he looks at Joe.
"Oh, sweetheart, you know powder blue isn't my color," Aragaki deadpans.
Joe snatches the panties from Aragaki’s hands. "They're not for you! Well, I mean, they are but…," Joe pauses, a blush creeping across his face. He sighs shakily before continuing. "You mentioned a while back how you thought it might be sexy if I wore something like this for you."
"I remember," Aragaki replies, reaching out to take one of his husband’s hands in his, his thumb running along his scarred knuckles. "I also remember you telling me you weren't into it."
"Yeah, well, I changed my mind." Joe shoots back, but Aragaki isn’t convinced.
"Babe, you don’t have to do this. You’ve done enough for me today."
"I know. I want to do this for you. Consider it a special occasion type deal. So, what do you say?"
Aragaki gently squeezes Joe’s hand, a smile stretching across his lips. He meets Joe’s eyes and gets lost in their warmth, slowly realizing that he’s not going to put up much of a fight against Joe when it comes to this. He knows he’s being spoiled and any other day he’d humbly refuse, knowing that his husband is uncomfortable with things like this in the bedroom. He lets the beat of silence stretch on for a little while longer, his eyes falling back onto the piece of lingerie in his husband’s hand, his lips parting to speak…
"Put it on."
Aragaki removes his shirt and unfastens the button and zipper of his pants before stretching over to rifle through their overnight bag for the bottle of lubricant they’d brought along. He places it next to him on the bed, still sitting at the foot of the queen mattress, eagerly waiting for Joe to return from the bathroom.
Not a moment later, Joe steps back out into the room. His shirt is gone, probably discarded onto the bathroom floor. His pants, however, hang loosely around his waist, button and zipper undone. He has the thong on, Aragaki catches a glimpse of its powder blue waistband when Joe begins to walk over.
Joe stops in front of him, standing idly before Aragaki raises his hands to his husband’s hips. Aragaki hooks his thumbs into Joe’s jeans and tugs them down just enough to expose the top of the thong. He can see his husband’s unkempt patch of dark pubic hair and the base of his cock through the lacey pair of panties. The sight alone makes him feel drunk, high, damn near euphoric. He wants Joe. He needs him. And he’s feeling greedy tonight, after all.
“Do you, uh, want to play a little with these on?” Aragaki asks, tugging Joe’s jeans down his thighs before letting his hands return to Joe’s hips where his fingers fan out and then dig in gently.
“It's your birthday. We can do anything you want,” Joe replies, kicking his pants off the rest of the way.
Aragaki smirks.
“Well most anything,” Joe amends.
“Okay, but what do you want?”
“I want to cum.”
Aragaki bares his teeth. His husband, ever easily pleased.
“Dad will be pissed if he catches you wearing these,” Aragaki says, suddenly; sternly. He catches Joe’s gaze before yanking him onto his lap.
Joe’s legs spread, abruptly adjusting to the position change, and his eyes go wide. However, he catches on quickly to the type of game Aragaki wants to play; it’s one of his personal favorites, too.
“Please, don't tell him,” Joe pleads, in that deeply teasing faux tone he’s mastered as he settles properly onto Aragaki’s lap.
“What do I get for keeping my mouth shut?” Aragaki’s voice goes coy as he runs his hands around Joe’s waist before sliding down to firmly cup his ass.
“What do you want?” Joe’s breath hitches a little and this small break in his resolve makes Aragaki’s dick twitch.
“Let me play with you.” Aragaki draws Joe closer, hands now at the small of his back, guiding his lower body downward; desperately wanting his husband to grind down on him. “You never let me play with you anymore and these look so good on you, little brother.” His eyes flick down at the lacey thong; Joe’s cock, now fully hard, straining against it.
Joe interlaces his fingers at the nape of Aragaki’s neck, he leans forward a little, chest and forehead resting against his husband’s. After a moment of teasingly ghosting his nose along his husband's skin, his lips brushing along the corner of his husband’s mouth, he grinds down slowly onto Aragaki’s lap. And, once again, the sight intoxicates Aragaki and the feeling—Joe’s hard length leaking, soaking through the thin lace of the thong, damp and cool, against the heat of his body—makes him feral. Aragaki decides he’s had enough foreplay.
He feels around for that bottle of lube he’d set aside earlier. “Take my cock out,” he tells Joe when his fingers find hard plastic.
His husband does as he’s told, his deft fingers free Aragaki’s cock from the confines of his pants. Joe gives him a few languid strokes, even rubs himself against his length. And, it’s definitely an interesting sensation—the moist lace against his bare, achingly hard cock.
Aragaki slicks up the fingers of one hand, and moves aside the thin fabric of the thong with the other. He brings one slick finger around, presses it to Joe’s hole before slipping it in. His husband takes him easily, practically sucking his one digit in. Aragaki adds another and it elicits a sharp curse from the mouth of the love of his life. And, he works Joe, in and out, gently scissoring him open; a desperate sort of urgency in every movement.
“You won’t tell dad that I play with you like this, will you?” Aragaki asks, his voice a raspy whisper.
“No.”
“It’s our little secret, right?”
Joe quickly nods.
Aragaki adds another finger, probes deeper. “ Say it,” he commands, voice still low and harsh.
“I won't—.” Joe inhales sharply and clenches around the fingers inside of him, all while rutting against Aragaki. “I won’t tell daddy you play with me like this,” he rushes to say not a moment before pushing Aragaki’s hand aside, whose fingers subsequently slide out.
Joe takes his husband’s cock in hand and guides the tip to his hole.
“Eager little one,” Aragaki says, his voice honey-thick.
Joe lowers himself onto his cock and they both tense simultaneously, both wound up beyond reason. Aragaki sets a hard and fast pace once Joe is flush against his lap, pounding into his husband’s ass relentlessly; the man taking his cock with experienced ease.
A thought crosses Aragaki’s mind while he’s balls deep and Joe is sucking on a specific spot along the groove of his neck—neither of them is going to last very long. And, Aragaki isn’t bothered by it one bit and judging by Joe’s desperate movements, he isn’t too broken up about it either.
Joe is nipping at his neck now, dragging his teeth across that stretch of sucked-sensitive flesh and stroking his leaking cock against Aragaki’s abdomen. Pre-cum is slicking up Aragaki’s stomach and absolutely ruining that pretty little thong that Joe is barely wearing, having been stretched to its limits by the both of them.
"You want your big brother to cum inside you?" Aragaki asks abruptly, feeling dangerously close to the edge, his cock throbbing inside of Joe’s fucked-open hole.
Joe nods.
“Say it.”
Joe whimpers, sucks in a sharp, sudden breath, and bears down around his husband’s cock. “I want my brother's cum inside me,” he says finally, in a harsh whisper.
“You want big brother's whole load,” Aragaki emphasizes, his cock growing even harder inside the other man while he barrels toward his climax, reveling in the words falling from Joe’s agape mouth.
“I want it so badly,” Joe says.
And, those last words fracture something inside of Aragaki. He wraps his arms around his husband’s waist, grips him unimaginably tight, and fucks up into ass until the sound of skin slapping against skin drowns out even Joe’s curses that had been steadily increasing in volumes as they fucked.
Joe’s hand begins fiercely stroking his own cock and he spills over his fist and Aragaki’s stomach not a moment later. The lace thong panties are officially ruined now, ropes of cum stain their soft coloring, leaving them a deeper shade. It’s a sight that makes Aragaki smile wildly and not long after, he pleasantly adds to the mess.
He brings Joe down hard onto his cock, somehow forces himself even deeper, and fills him full of his cum that he’d so nicely begged for.
Both men go still and their breathing slows. Aragaki feels sated and the heavy weight of his husband’s limp body draped over his leads him to believe that Joe feels the same.
Aragaki holds his husband gently, strokes his back, and teasingly plucks at the waist band of the soaked panties still clinging on for dear life. After a while, Joe turns his head into the crook of Aragaki’s neck and whispers:
“Happy Birthday, Tatsumi.”
And, yeah, Aragaki thinks, it’s been a good one.