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The first thing Matsuda notices when he wakes up is the oncoming sneeze.

His eyelids flutter open and, for a split second, he thinks he’s gone blind in his right eye. But as he lifts his head and presses his hand firmly against the bottom of his nose, his vision comes back to him, and so does the fuzz in his head from the edible he took before the impromptu nap. The flashing from the TV sends a wave of dull pain across his skull, and he squints at the remote for a solid 30 seconds before he can find the pause button.

Thankfully, the pressure in his sinuses goes away after a few seconds, and his eyes finally adjust to the light from the TV. He fell asleep on the couch with the coffee table as his leg rest. Unlike him they have yet to wake up. And then he recognizes that terrible knot in his neck - completely different from the one his mattress gives him but, honestly, not much worse.

It’s only then that he notices the weight on his shoulder, and the full head of hair at the edge of his vision, soft curls ultra-lightly fanning across the side of his face. He looks down to see his best friend snuggled up at his side, his hands folded in his lap with one of his legs tucked snugly underneath the other. He cranes his neck to get a better look at his face, and the familiar feeling of longing creeps up just like it always does when he’s alone with Kou.

His cheek is squished against Matsuda’s right shoulder, his mouth hanging slightly open as he softly snores, a sound so quiet that it just barely reaches his ears over the drone of the AC. His long lashes fan out delicately over his eyes, fluttering intermittently as he lays slumped against Matsuda’s side. The weight of his body is warm and comforting.

As quietly as he possibly can, he slides his legs across the coffee table and plants them on the floor, gritting his teeth as the pins and needles ransack his lower body. He looks back at Kou, raising a hand to gently brush his hair away from his face and trying his best not to let the full-body static twitch wake him. He tucks a curl behind Kou’s ear, smiling to himself at the sleep-softened look on his face.

The two of them had decided to get high after slogging their way through finals week, and he guesses that’s how they ended up here. It’s something they regularly do whenever they’ve got a few days to breathe, and it also happens to be the most anticipated thing on Matsuda’s agenda, no matter the day. It turns out that they may have overdone it this time.

(The edibles they took had fused together into a rubbery puck when Matsuda left the container in his car, so they had to eyeball it.)

A pang of disappointment surges through him at the fact that he’d been asleep for God knows how long and hardly got to spend any time with Kou. What's even worse is that the drugs have distorted his memory of what they did before passing out. There are bits and pieces of conversation he can recall, but he can't seem to piece all of it together. There’s an episode of Bob’s Burgers on the TV, and they’re a full season past the last episode he remembers watching.

He knows that Kou will be just as disappointed when he wakes up, but he looks too comfortable to be disturbed, so Matsuda settles back into his spot on the couch and instinctively wraps his arm further around Kou’s waist. Kou makes a little sound of approval in his sleep, curling up against his side like a cat.

It’s not unusual for them to be affectionate with each other, but it’s extra painful this time knowing that Kou will soon wake up and have to go back to his own apartment, and then the moment will be gone. He’s had feelings for Kou for quite some time now, he just hasn’t figured out what to say or how to say it. He knows that putting it off is unfair to both of them, and though the simple answer would be "you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met and it’s not even close”, that’s a little extreme, especially because he doesn’t know whether or not Kou feels the same way. There are times where he thinks he sees his own feelings reflected back onto him when he looks in Kou’s eyes, but the hope that he might be right never sticks around long enough for him to act on it.

But it is true. Kou is beautiful. From head to toe, inside and out.

He’s got curly hair that falls just short of shoulder-length, a warm shade of brown that perfectly matches his eyes.

His facial features are soft and gentle - much more than most other men - with chubby cheeks and a stubby nose that’s always a bit red at the tip. His lips are full, pink, and unbelievably soft-looking. His eyes are like two coffee-colored love potions fashioned specifically with Matsuda in mind, and his voice is the silkiest, richest honey imaginable.

It really is unfair that such a cute face was also paired with the thickest thighs and fattest ass in all of existence.

Well, “fat” is a huge understatement. As is that word - huge. In fact, he’s pretty confident in saying that Kou has the biggest ass he’s ever seen.

His wardrobe when he’s out and about typically consists of very loose-fitting clothes (sweaters, jumpers, sweatpants, the like), but he doesn’t tend to worry as much about modesty when it’s just him and Matsuda. He doesn’t exactly know what to make of that, but it’s the only reason he’s so sure about this.

He gets precious peeks of it every so often, and yet it knocks the wind from his lungs every time. He tries to be subtle about it, but it’s hard to ignore two jumbo beach ball-sized mountains of ass when it’s right there in front of his face, moving like it’s made of gelatin. Like, constantly. Whenever Kou walks, his entire backside wobbles back and forth hypnotizingly, the cheeks bouncing up and down to accentuate the perfect heart shape of his butt.

Usually he can keep his cool pretty well, but once he gets to thinking about it, he’s done for.

He can already feel himself accepting the defeat as he lets his eyes trail from Kou’s sleeping face down to his lap. His thick thighs are squished together, slightly flattened and straining against the fabric of his tight sweatpants. Matsuda can’t keep himself from envisioning his fingers gripping those tree-trunks, and he can feel the thrumming beneath his fingertips imagining the way they’d sink deep into the flesh. 

Kou’s hands rest in the small divot where his thighs overlap, and they look microscopic in comparison. Pretty much his entire body is small in comparison to his thighs, to be honest - aside from the obvious exception.

He’s only about 5’2” despite being 23 just like Matsuda, and though he’s quite chubby, he carries the weight extraordinarily well. About as well as one possibly could. He’s almost two whole heads shorter than Matsuda, and the compactness likely contributes to his already bottom-heavy shape.

He’s got a chubby tummy that makes a small impression on whatever shirt he’s wearing, outlining his torso in a pear shape that highlights the curve of his wide hips. In addition to that, he’s got a slightly puffy chest - two hand-sized bumps protruding from his upper body just like they were meant to be there. It's like if you turned a teddy bear into a human.

(Right now he’s wearing a simple black t-shirt and grey sweatpant combo, and they cling to his body in a way that makes the hunger in Matsuda's chest grow by the second.)

Kou’s arms and legs have a softer appearance to them thanks to his chubbiness as well, a tasteful accompaniment to the way his body so drastically balloons at his hips.

If “child-bearing hips” were personified, it would be Kou. The way they jut out from his thin waist gives him a rather womanly appearance, which is a trait that’s only bolstered by the rest of his proportions. Just one of his thighs easily dwarves a regular desk chair, and that's part of the reason why they have to hang out in the living room whenever he comes over.

He is honored to be able to claim himself as the most frequent witness to Kou’s struggles with trying to fit into spaces that clearly aren’t made for ridiculously gigantic butts like his, from him having squeeze himself through Matsuda’s rickety little front door or push two stools together in order to sit at his kitchen counter. Even that is barely enough.

(Matsuda has never given it an official measurement for obvious reasons, but he would guess that Kou’s ass sticks out at least two feet from his body.)

To contextualize, whenever he rounds a corner, his face disappears a full two seconds before his ass does.

It’s a fucking miracle of nature, it really is. 

And yet, despite how big it is, it’s still perfectly round and perky. The cheeks form two egg-shaped bubbles where they hang over his massive thighs, and with no imperfections whatsoever - judging from the agonizingly restricted knowledge Matsuda has of it. 

Just as he starts to feel a painful throb coming from his crotch, Kou snorts in his sleep. His eyes flutter open at the sound he makes, darting around the room while he squints against the light from the TV. It makes his nose scrunch up like a bunny.

It’s really just not fair how fucking cute he is.

As casually as he can, he readjusts himself so it doesn’t look like he’s sporting one at full-mast and pretends like he’s waking up at the same time Kou is. The comforting warmth at his side weakens a little as Kou takes in his surroundings and tries to lean forward. He lifts his head slowly off of Matsuda’s shoulder and tries to stretch out his legs, making a soft grunt when his foot hits the floor. 

Matsuda is totally not staring at the way his thigh wobbles. No way.

Kou freezes and rubs his eyes with his palm, staring out into space for a second before seemingly realizing where he is. He casually tilts his head and locks eyes with Matsuda, one of his curls furling out from its place scrunched atop his head and falling delicately across his face.

He decides to believe the way Kou’s gaze softens is real and not imagined. 

“Hey,” he says softly, a smile spreading across his face, plump pink lips bathed in the soft blue light from the muted TV. He reaches a hand out to replace the errant strand, and his fingers disappear behind the wall of frizzy hair while he scratches a spot just above his left ear. The glow makes him look like he has a halo.

He’s beautiful.

Matsuda keeps ignoring the way his dick screams at him for attention, hoping and praying that Kou doesn’t notice the rigid outline in his sweatpants. 

“Hey,” he parrots, and he doesn’t try to hold back the smile that creeps up on his face when he realizes this is the first time he’s woken up next to Kou. Maybe not exactly like that, but it feels like morning after a sleepover, where it’s just him and Kou awake, and in their own little world. They can see out, but no one sees in.

Kou yawns and stretches his arms out in front of him, squeezing his fingers into his palms and hitting his fists against his thighs. Matsuda thinks he asks what time it is after that, but Kou doesn’t even try to enunciate through the yawn. Cute.

Matsuda fumbles around for his phone and cringes at the bright light before he can make out what it says.

“12:15.”

“For real?” Kou says, his eyes momentarily wide with panic before his expression evens out.

“Yeah.” Matsuda tosses his phone aside and rubs his face with his hands, stretching his legs out and rotating his neck to try and ease some of the soreness away. Kou tries to stand before falling back down on the couch with a light “oof”.

He tries again, slower this time, and promptly starts giggling.

“What?” Matsuda asks as he watches Kou pry himself off the couch and struggle to stand up straight.

“My foot’s asleep,” he says, tapping his foot on the floor and reflexively folding over at the static running up and down his leg.

“Classic,” he replies, chuckling at the way Kou trembles and winces at the numbness in his leg, clearly frustrated but too affected by the drugs to actually be annoyed. Almost instinctively, Matsuda feels his eyes trailing down from Kou’s face to the absolute monster of an ass he’s got. This is the best look Matsuda’s ever gotten at it, and he can’t help himself from wanting to take it in.

He leans back, pretending like he himself is stretching when really he just wants to get a better look. The light coming from Matsuda’s kitchen allows him to see the outline of the cleft between Kou’s ass cheeks, the shadows falling across the expanse of it perfectly highlighting the sheer size of his ass. It jiggles with each movement he makes, and from this angle he can see small dimples across the expanse as the muscles flex - a subtle layer of cellulite that he has to stop himself from reaching out and tracing with his fingers.

He tries to keep an eye on Kou’s face just in case he catches Matsuda looking. The last thing he wants to do is to make him uncomfortable, and though his current behavior is a total contradiction to that, the opportunity is just too good to pass up. He traces the dramatic curve of those gigantic bubbles hungrily, fascinated by how the shape of them is further emphasized when Kou straightens his back out and lifts his arms above his head.

It gives him a glimpse of the pale, creamy skin on Kou’s lower back - complete with back dimples, because why would he fucking not have those. He stands on his tiptoes as he stretches his arms out, his ass wobbling deliciously as a result. His thighs press together snugly so that no light gets through them, and he can hear the fabric of the sweatpants rubbing together when Kou does what is officially the hottest fucking thing he’s ever seen. He slips his thumbs beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them higher on his waist, as far as they will go. His chubby torso spills out from over so he's sporting a slight muffin top. They tighten even further around the overabundance of ass he has, and Matsuda almost scoffs in disbelief when the lines of Kou’s underwear show through. 

They’re tiny. Like, really tiny. 

Like, panties.

Matsuda only stops pinching himself when his hand starts to tremble.

Not asleep. Okay.

Maybe he’s dead. Maybe this is purgatory. Maybe this moment happening right now will be replayed for all eternity and he’ll have to just sit back and suffer through an endless loop of being blue balled.

Oh God.

The sound of Kou tapping his foot on the floor one last time snaps him out of the oncoming spiral. Then, Kou gives his hips a little wiggle as he straightens himself out, making his big butt wobble up and down like it’s been given a firm smack. The firmer grip the fabric has on him outlines the bottom of each massive cheek, emphasizing the soft curves where his ass meets his thighs. Even still, it seems like he can’t quite stretch them out enough to fit completely over his ass, leaving little wrinkles beneath the cheeks where they get pulled down under the weight.

There’s really nothing left to the imagination now, and it’s driving him nuts.

Matsuda is still tracing the lines of his underwear - the way they dig into the flesh of his ass and makes it bulge where the fabric beneath his sweatpants ends - when he plops back down next to Matsuda, his body even closer than it was before. The contact is always welcome, even though Matsuda feels like he swallowed an industrial milk frother.

Act natural, he thinks, breathing in a shaky breath and rubbing his sweaty palms against his thighs.

Yes, that’s the solution. Maybe that way I can still get to heaven.

“Who fell asleep first?”, he asks, partly out of genuine curiosity and partly because he desperately needed a way to distract himself from the heat bubbling underneath his skin. 

Kou looks at him with those sickly sweet eyes like he doesn’t have any idea the torment he just put Matsuda through and seems to consider the question for a second. A small pout forms on his lips as he thinks, but Matsuda can tell the gears aren’t quite turning yet.

“I dunno,” he says with a little chuckle. He turns to Matsuda again.

“You, I think?”

“Yeah, probably,” Matsuda can’t remember either, but he doesn’t know if it’s the drugs or the horniness.

“Well,” he starts before being cut off by a yawn of his own, “sorry I fell asleep. We didn’t get to spend any time together.”

Kou smiles at him, and Matsuda thinks he sees something like anticipation in his eyes - in the way they twitch a little bit under his gaze. Kou opens his mouth to say something before he stops himself, his lips parted like he’s still trying to find the words.

He looks down at Kou’s lap to see him rubbing his hands across his thighs nervously, which makes the look in his eyes a bit more concerning. He instantly starts to worry that he’s been too obvious and made him uncomfortable, and an apology starts to take shape in his mouth before Kou leans back with a shaky sigh, tentatively placing his head back on Matsuda’s shoulder. 

The jitters wane a little bit as he leans back into Kou’s warmth.

Matsuda’s arm snakes around his waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and he can feel both of them relax a little when his hand comes to a stop just above Kou’s hip.

“We can still spend some time together,” he says, a tinge of shyness to his tone that doesn’t quite make sense. The comforting smell of his coconut shampoo puts his worries a bit more at ease, and he lets himself lean into Kou. He starts tracing his thumb along his arm, gently easing his attention away from picking at his shirt. Nail biting used to be one of his worst habits, and over time it’s subdued into a habit of picking at the little loose stitches on whatever’s around him when he’s nervous. There are little mangled pockets of fabric all over his couch because of it, but that's okay. It adds character.

Kou relaxes a little, slowly turning his hand around so his palm faces upward. Matsuda’s thumb lingers on his wrist.

“Don’t you have to get home?”

Kou stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking, his voice quiet and thick with something Matsuda can’t really place.

“I was wondering if I could stay here tonight?”

Matsuda pauses, apparently for a few seconds too long, because then Kou is looking up at him with those big doe eyes of his, planting his chin where his cheek was casually, his face close enough that Matsuda can see the way his pupils create a depression in the center of his eyes. There’s something unindentifiably intense buried deep in there, and it makes the heat start pooling in Matsuda’s gut all over again.

“I don’t have to,” he says, gentle and understanding, and Matsuda’s not sure how or when or why it happened, but suddenly he feels like they aren’t just talking about a sleepover right now. Again, physical contact between them was pretty common, but something about Kou’s face being this close to his, hopeful and warm and as beautiful as always, makes him think (hope [pray]) that maybe this isn’t a one-sided thing after all.

Without breaking eye contact, he responds with a hopefully-not-too-eager “no, it’s okay.”

He tightens his arm around Kou and holds onto him protectively, rubbing circles into his pudgy waist with his thumb. Thankfully it seems to ease some of the tension, because then that warm smile is tugging at the corners of Kou’s mouth again.

“Okay,” he says, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “You sure?”

Matsuda looks at him for a long moment, and though it’s the millionth time they’ve locked eyes, it feels like this is the first time he’s ever really seen them, or at least this version of them. He tightens his grip on Kou and unconsciously moves his face closer, so that now there’s only inches separating the two of them. Kou doesn’t pull away or break eye contact, and instead relaxes further into him.

Matsuda’s voice is amplified from the close distance, and despite it being little more than a whisper, he can feel the vibration of his own voice through the warm body snuggling up to him.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” he says, anxiety swelling in his chest for a brief moment before he finds the resolve to finish the thought. 

It’s a total shot in the dark, but here goes nothing.

“That way we can… spend more time together.”

Matsuda has to stop himself from grinning in satisfaction when Kou’s breath trembles, but he quickly finds the roles reversed when he feels Kou slowly place his palm flat against his chest.

He can feel Kou’s shaky breath fanning against his face, and he tries to grapple with the realization that this is really about to happen. Even despite Kou running his palm across Matsuda’s broad chest and despite the way Matsuda’s hand grips onto his waist in return, neither of them make a move to take it a step further. He desperately wants to, but there’s still a chance that he could somehow be completely misinterpreting the situation and that Kou doesn’t actually want what he has to give.

The worry must show on his face, because Kou lifts his hand to Matsuda’s cheek, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear before cradling the side of his face like it’s something precious to him.

“And do what?” Kou asks, his lips so close to Matsuda’s that he can feel them brushing together when he speaks. He instinctively starts to chase after the contact, his eyes darting back and forth between Kou’s eyes and his soft, plump lips. 

Finally, the anticipation just becomes too much. Slowly, he tilts his head and closes his eyes, his breath catching in his throat when Kou’s lips meet his. He keeps the pressure light so Kou can still pull away if he wants to, and for a second he thinks he might die from how fast his heart is beating. But, miraculously, Kou kisses him back with no hesitation.

The kiss is chaste - just their lips making contact and not much more, but it’s perfect. Every time one of them needs to readjust, the rush starts all over again, and he decides then and there that he could die in that moment and be perfectly fine with it. As far as he’s concerned, his life’s work is complete.

Well, not entirely, but this is still a win.

Kou’s lips are just as soft as he’d imagined, and aside from the overly-sweet banana flavoring of his chapstick, there’s a slight hint of that unmistakable bitterness. He'll remember to make sure the edibles are flavored next time.

They quickly start to get more adjusted to the new, exhilarating sensation of kissing each other, and Matsuda takes the opportunity to put his other hand on the back of Kou’s neck to better support him. Kou sighs happily as soon as Matsuda’s fingers start to sift through his curls, and he decides to take a risk by pressing his tongue against Kou’s bottom lip.

Just then, Kou does the unthinkable. It’s quiet, and Matsuda barely hears it over all the blood in his body rushing past his ears, but Kou lets out a quiet, high-pitched moan against his lips. As soon as Kou’s lips part, he eases past the barrier and gently pushes his tongue into Kou’s mouth.

He moans again, softly but more affected this time, fully embracing the kiss and tightening his hand against Matsuda’s shirt. As the kiss intensifies, they find themselves clinging on tightly to one another, Kou tracing his thumb along Matsuda’s jawline while the arm encircling his waist squeezes him closer. His chest is full to the very brim with love. There’s really no other word for it. The feeling sloshes around and overflows, sending little shockwaves cascading down his arms and his fingertips.

He wants nothing more than to hold this boy as close as he possibly can and give him everything good in the world. With a couple hundred thousand kisses as a bonus.

Finally, they break apart for air, Matsuda’s hand falling from the back of Kou’s head to rest on his stomach. It’s soft and warm to the touch through the material of his t-shirt, and he squeezes lightly on the layer of fat covering his torso, planting one more gentle kiss on Kou’s soft lips. 

They have a ritual during “blunt rotation”, so to speak. When they feel it start to kick in, they set a timer and stare at each other until one of them cracks. Sometimes it goes on for minutes, sometimes not even 2 seconds, and it’s usually a tie that neither of them will accept.

Kou looks up at him with that exact same look, only this time amplified by 1000 and filtered through something thick and heavy; something that screams desire. It’s a look he could definitely get used to.

He sighs, releasing whatever tension is left in his body as he registers Kou’s expression as a perfect reflection of what he feels for him. The relief that washes over him is like stepping out into the sun.

Kou likes him too. How the fuck did that happen?

They sit there for a moment, their foreheads leaning against each other as Matsuda’s hand rubs circles into Kou’s tummy. Kou’s eyes are half-lidded and hazy with lust, and there’s a hint of mischief in them when Kou starts to run his hand down Matsuda’s chest. At first, it seems like he’s going to mirror Matsuda, but he moves past his stomach slowly and deliberately until his fingertips tease the waistband. Kou’s eyes are still locked on his, curious and a little uncertain. Whether intentional or not, he stops just short of Matsuda’s cock, his hand lingering at the base of his torso.

Matsuda makes a point to glance down at Kou’s hand, offering a tiny smirk when his eyes flit back to Kou’s. He lowers the hand wrapped around Kou’s back until he can feel the hardness of his hip bone.

Matsuda leans in close enough that they’re sharing the same breath, and whispers against Kou’s plush lips.

“That’s one thing off the list. What else?”

Kou lets out something between a sigh and a light-hearted scoff against Matsuda’s lips, his breath trembling as he tentatively moves his hand to rest on Matsuda’s cock, sending a jolt of electricity through his entire body. Oddly enough, it’s Kou that makes a noise when he finally makes contact, a little hum of satisfaction pushing past his lips as he traces the outline of Matsuda’s rock-hard dick. He runs his fingers up and down the length of it, gently placing his thumb on the wet spot forming at the tip.

His eyelashes flutter cutely when he backs up enough for Matsuda to get a look at him, a slight furrow matting his eyebrows and a light pink blush coating his chubby cheeks. A series of images flash through Matsuda’s brain of all the things he wants to do to him, a low, predatory growl unconsciously emanating from his throat. Something like fear darkens Kou’s eyes for a split-second before it goes away, morphing into a silent pleading look that causes Matsuda’s cock to twitch in his hand.

Kou offers one more chaste kiss before licking his lips, seemingly hyping himself up for what comes next. When he speaks, his voice is like sand cascading through Matsuda’s fingers. 

“I want you to touch me.”

His cock twitches against his friend's hand. He’s imagined this scenario hundreds of times with as many variations as his mind will allow, but it still feels unreal that it’s actually happening.

He worries what he has to say next will ruin the moment, but he has to be sure.

“If you weren’t high, would you still be saying that?”

Kou blinks a few times as he processes the question, and he almost looks offended for a moment before the look softens again. He moves his hand back to Matsuda’s face, and there’s nothing but vulnerability and honesty in his expression. It blows the daydream version of Kou completely out of the water.

“I’ve… wanted you to touch me,” he says, the words lilting like it’s something he’s been meaning to get off his chest. Matsuda moves his hand from Kou’s chubby tummy to his face so that they’re mirror images of each other. Well, he thinks, looking back down at those inhumanly thick thighs, funhouse mirror, but close enough.

He rubs his thumb gently across his face, tracing the outline of his bottom lip.

“Well, in that case…”

He places his hand on Kou’s meaty thigh, giving it a hearty squeeze and stifling the cute moan Kou lets out by bringing him in for another kiss. He trails feather-light pecks across his cheek until his mouth brushes against Kou’s earlobe.

“Good news,” he whispers, and Kou can barely get a whimper out before Matsuda reconnects their lips.

Gently, he eases Kou back into another kiss, delicately repeating the process of pushing his tongue into Kou’s mouth. But this time, as he does it, he takes hold of Kou’s hips and repositions him so that he's sitting on his lap. Kou obliges instantly with an appreciative moan like they’ve done this a hundred times before, shuffling forward so that their torsos are flush with each other.

To be honest, he’s never given a lot of thought to what Kou’s dick would be like, but the fact that he can’t feel it even though their hips are touching is very intriguing.

At this point, Matsuda is finding it harder and harder to contain himself. He wants this just as badly (if not more so) than Kou does, but he also doesn’t want to rush through it. If this really is the start of this kind of relationship between them, which he really hopes it is, he’s going to savor every second of it.

So, even though he desperately wants to reach around and finally grab two handfuls of that fat ass, he’s going to make Kou work for it. For now, he settles for tightening his hands around that skimpy little waist of his, taking in the malleability of the creamy flesh for all its glory. 

By now, they’re full-on tongue fucking each other, messy and a little amateurish, but it’s perfect. The intensity of it all makes Matsuda’s heart feel like it’s made of the heaviest thing in the universe.

He’s had intimate relationships in the past, but what he feels for Kou is reserved only for him. Every moment they’ve spent together has instilled him with the urge to protect, and he never could have imagined being wanted in this way, by this person. 

But here they are, and at least for the time being, Kou is his.

Their tongues dance around each other sloppily, Kou breathing heavily on top of him and eagerly allowing Matsuda to run his hands up and down his waist. He offers intoxicating little tastes of what his voice can do, breathless moans falling from his lips every time Matsuda’s grip on him tightens. They rut their hips together as the kiss deepens, the weight of Kou on top of him simultaneously comforting and exhilarating.

Matsuda gently pulls away, scoffing at the disappointed noise Kou makes. Kou leans back in his lap and places his arms around either one of Matsuda’s shoulders while he arches his back, giving him a perfect view of that puffy chest of his. He slowly reaches his hands up to cup each small breast with his eyes locked on Kou’s face, all kiss-swollen lips and ruddy cheeks. Kou puts his much smaller hands on top of Matsuda’s as he gives his pecs light squeezes, biting his bottom lip and rolling his wide hips forward.

Without breaking eye contact, Matsuda removes one of his hands and eases it under Kou’s shirt. His skin is silky smooth beneath his palm. Like a cherub carved from the finest marble there is, sent from heaven to bring him absolution. He runs his hands up and down and around Kou’s torso, tracing the curves of his beautiful body like it’s the last taste of it he’ll ever get.

He’s so lost in the moment that he jolts a little when his vision is taken up by pale skin. Kou pulls his shirt off in one fluid movement and tosses it to the floor, and without missing a beat, guides Matsuda’s hands back to his chest. He bites down on his lower lip seductively, eagerly encouraging Matsuda to keep kneading his soft tits. Matsuda gazes lovingly upon his blushy face and his pale, fleshy chest. His stomach hangs over the hem of his sweatpants just a tad, an impressively clear complexion that he knows can only be achieved by rigorous self-care.

Does this mean he shaves his legs, too? How fuckin’ long does that take? Is that even possible? Are we sure this is real? 

“Hey,” Kou says gently, gracefully disrupting his train of thought.

“Are you okay?”

Matsuda can only imagine the dumbfounded look on his face when he refocuses on the task at hand. He's closer now, and Kou’s arms are wrapped loosely around his neck. There’s an impossibly fond, warm expression on his face as he leans into Matsuda's meandering hands.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice gravelly from lack of use. Kou chuckles when Matsuda clears his throat - a warm, velvety sound that resonates through his palms.

“Yeah,” he repeats, a smile easily spreading across his face when he looks at Kou and his adorable face. He takes a moment to just sit with him, gently rubbing his hands across his soft belly while Kou’s small fingers sift through his coal-black hair.

Over his shoulder, he catches the very unsettling sight of Millie Frock's cold, calculating eyes. He promptly fumbles for the remote, flipping it around a couple times before finding the power button. The light shuts off, and he tosses the remote aside while he admires Kou from the new angle. The kitchen light off to the right bathes them in a cool white glow, the shadows falling across Kou’s body further accentuating his luscious curves.

“You’re just… really beautiful.”

(It’s almost disgusting how in love he sounds.)

Kou's entire face lights up at that, the watercolor blush coating his cheeks deepening as he wiggles closer to Matsuda. He leans down so his face takes up Matsuda’s field of view, a dorky earnestness tinting his voice when he says “I think you’re really beautiful, too.”

Matsuda isn’t sure who leans in first this time, but before he knows it, Kou’s soft lips are back on his own in the gentlest, most tender kiss they’ve had so far. 

Kou hums in appreciation when Matsuda wraps his arms around him protectively, shivering when he feels cold palms laid out flat across the plane of his back. Matsuda pushes Kou down against his hips, grinding his cock against his pelvis. It brings another one of those pretty little sounds from his friend’s plump lips, but Kou keeps the momentum going and suddenly they’re right back at it, and more intense this time.

He can feel the burgeoning hunger in his gut. He’s thrilled to be in this position, but the desire - the need - to take it a step further, and then a dozen steps further after that, is yet to be sated.

Casually repositioning himself, Matsuda drags his right hand slowly up Kou’s back, his fingertips lingering on his neck just long enough to make him shiver before he grabs a hold of Kou’s hair and pulls. He times it in between kisses so he doesn’t interfere with the moment, and Kou full-on yelps as his head wrenches back - a high-pitched, pleading sound that completely transcends words.

Matsuda's well aware of what he wants, and he’s going to give it to him.

He keeps his grip on Kou’s hair firm as he trails his mouth down his face, leaving lingering kisses across his neck and collar bone before making his way to his smooth chest. Kou’s voice trills as Matsuda closes his lips around his soft breasts, sucking gently on the skin and scraping his teeth against his nipples. His breasts are pronounced enough that he can close his mouth around them as though they were a woman's, and there's an intense satisfaction to how Kou's nipples harden the longer he plays with them.

As his mouth roams across those chubby tits, Kou mumbles something under his breath in between breathless gasps and soft moans. Matsuda clamps his teeth down gently around his right nipple, eliciting a squeal from him. At the same time, he cradles Matsuda’s head, pushing his chest forward into his wandering mouth approvingly. He whispers something unintelligible as Matsuda suckles on his tits, looking down at him with a fucked-out expression, and -

Holy fucking shit, there are tears in his eyes.

Matsuda grins against the soft flesh in his mouth and hands, administering a particularly rough squeeze to the right breast, clamping his teeth down on the fat as it spills out from his grip.

"Oh my God..." Kou whines, the noise more warble than anything else.

Matsuda chuckles. He lifts his head to Kou's beet-red face and pecks his parted lips gently, fanning his fingers out across his cheek. The tips of his fingers card through the patch of curly hair beneath his right ear.

“What is it, baby?” he asks, tracing his thumb softly along Kou’s bottom lip. He has a pretty good idea of what it is, but just because he’s seconds away from plowing this boy into oblivion doesn’t mean he can’t still have some fun doing so. 

Kou just whimpers, leaning into his hand and looking at him with eyes that are 95% pupil. Absent-mindedly, he pushes his thumb a bit further and is amazed when Kou readily takes it in the wet heat of his mouth. He moves it in and out shallowly so that Kou knows this is optional.

But, almost predictably at this point, Kou obediently follows along, easing Matsuda’s thumb further into his mouth and sucking on it like it’s a popsicle on a hot day. 

He decides to just let it happen for a while, staring intensely into those glistening, submissive eyes.

He reconsiders the last part of that for a second, as Kou takes a hold of his hand and pulls Matsuda’s thumb from his mouth, only to take his index and middle finger and put those in instead. Without missing a beat, he gets back to work, swirling his tongue around Matsuda’s fingers and bobbing his head to take the full length of them into his mouth. It’s sickeningly, disgustingly hot.

Matsuda leans back and watches as Kou goes to town on his fingers, giving him what is likely only a small glimpse of what he’s capable of. He takes them nearly all the way to the knuckle like it’s no problem at all.

“Good boy,” Matsuda says, experimentally.

Thankfully, it has exactly the effect he hoped it would have, and with an eager hum, Kou guides Matsuda’s fingers further into his mouth, a squelching sound resulting from it that perfectly accompanies his needy, high-pitched voice. Kou’s hands are small enough that it takes both of them to keep Matsuda’s arm in place.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, a hint of something like exasperation in his tone at how unreal this all seems. As soon as the words leave his mouth, Kou hums in approval and nods his head, though it’s honestly a little hard to tell from how eagerly he’s going at it. 

After another minute or so, Kou slides Matsuda’s fingers out of his mouth, a line of spit connecting them before it breaks apart, leaving a trail of drool running down Kou’s chin as he takes a second to catch his breath. Matsuda chuckles, gingerly wiping the spit from his chin and using the hand supporting Kou’s back to lightly drag his fingernails across his shoulder blades.

“Did you,” Kou starts, before clearing his throat awkwardly, “Did you, um, get anything out of that?”

Matsuda scoffs, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches Kou nervously bite down on his lip, but the giddy feeling in his stomach dampens a little when he realizes that Kou is genuinely unsure of what his answer will be. As if there were any question.

“Sure I did,” he says, tightening his grip so that his arm circles Kou’s waist securely. He plants a light kiss on Kou’s wet lips in hopes of reassuring him, letting himself linger in the wake of it. He puts his free hand to use by lightly tracing the shape of his round face. Kou looks visibly relieved, which makes Matsuda feel some relief in turn.

"You know..." In hopes of keeping the ball rolling, Matsuda pulls a Jensen-Ackles-playing-Dean-Winchester and pitches his voice as low as it will comfortably go, the bass rumbling in his chest when he leans in close and teases “I can’t wait to see what else you can do.”

Kou shudders as soon as the words register in his pretty little head, and an expression blooms on his face that looks almost like he thinks he’s in trouble, but then he seems to find enough resolve to look Matsuda square in the eyes. Kou takes a hold of the hand cradling his face again, but this time, he presses his lips gently against the sides of his fingers and the surface of his palm. The contact is so light it’s almost not there. 

Kou stares into his eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch and humming softly against the flat of his palm. There’s a long stretch of silence where, once again, it looks like he’s scraping together the courage to get the words out.

He glances down for a second, and when he looks back up his eyes are different. Richer, like the glazed-over look of a daydream unfolding; like searching for the blanks in a memory.

“I’m all yours.”

He blinks and flutters his eyelashes. Slowly, deliberately. Breathes in.

“Daddy.”

…

…

…

It happens in this order. 

1. Matsuda stares. 
2. Kou stares back. 
3. Panic starts to bloom in Kou’s eyes.
4. Matsuda practically shoots up from his spot on the couch with his hands tucked beneath Kou’s thighs.
5. He makes a beeline for his bedroom, with Kou in his arms.

Normally, he doesn’t think he’d be able to pick Kou up with this much ease considering how stacked his ass is, but the adrenaline is fully in control now. A nervous giggle bubbles past Kou’s lips as they make their way across the room, the sound as sweet as cotton candy. There’s a bit of confusion in his voice, but the way he tightens his arms and legs around Matsuda tells him he doesn’t have any protests.

Matsuda kicks open his bedroom door and drops Kou onto his bed. There's a muffled "oof" when he makes contact with the mattress.

Matsuda pauses with his hand at the hem of his shirt. “Y’okay?”

Kou looks at him like he’s just woken up from a nap. No thoughts whatsoever. He exhales heavily and relaxes into the sheets. 

“Never better.”

Matsuda stares at him intently while he moves to take his shirt off, tossing it on the floor near the foot of his bed. He eases his way onto the mattress with his knees, crawling towards Kou and flitting through all of the possibilities in his head. Kou lies there with his arms on either side of his head and his legs bent at the knee. His hair falls in a shimmery halo around his face, and he can make out the lust in Kou’s eyes much better from this angle.

He’s gonna make this boy scream.

Even from here, that ass of his doesn’t quit. Matsuda can see the way is squishes underneath his weight, the fat spilling out and making his wide, feminine hips look even more pronounced.

Kou wordlessly spreads his legs to make room for Matsuda, and their bodies fit together seamlessly when they both lean in for another kiss. The heat of Kou’s bare skin against his is electrifying, and he groans into his mouth at the pressure against his cock from where their hips grind together. Matsuda keeps his hands planted on either side of Kou’s upper body, and it takes everything within him to resist sliding his hands underneath him to get a feel of that big fat ass, so for now he settles for maintaining the heated, desperate pace of the kiss. 

Timing is everything, after all.

Kou grinds his crotch against Matsuda’s at a steady pace, and the amount of fat covering his lower half makes it feel like he’s dry-humping a marshmallow. 

But, like, in an erotic way.

(He still can’t feel Kou’s dick.)

The electricity ricochets across the surface of his skin from every point of contact between them, but the chubby fingers gently massaging the back of Matsuda’s head serves as a grounding point for him, as does the constant stream of high-pitched noises falling from his friend’s pretty pink lips. He can tell that Kou’s still holding back, but the way he’s grown exponentially needier over the past 30 minutes only makes the buildup feel that much more intense.

He does his due diligence and expresses his concerns.

“Let me hear that pretty voice, baby,” he mutters, biting down gently on Kou’s bottom lip, muffling the whimper that he lets out by crashing their lips back together. Kou’s entire body shudders beneath him, but he returns the kiss with just as much vigor, skillfully moving one of his hands to push Matsuda further into him. He presses down between Matsuda’s shoulder blades, rotating his hips to offer a change in the friction. As he does, Matsuda finally gets a feel of the bulge between Kou’s legs. Matsuda moans into Kou’s mouth when he can feel their cocks flush with each other, breaking away from the kiss when he realizes he only feels pressure at the very base of his own.

It’s small, but it’s there.

He glances down toward their hips, huffing in amusement at the tiny indentation pressing up against him. He drags his eyes slowly back up to Kou’s, tracing the outlines of his features and committing them to memory. From the gentle slope of his nose to the faint splotches all across his cheeks, like drops of the sun sprinkled delicately on his face. His eyes are the richest shade he can imagine, deep and warm and tuned to perfection. A masterpiece.

He wonders if it’s too early to say it.

While his eyes linger on Kou’s intoxicating lips, he feels a sudden coldness on his back. Kou breathes deeply and lifts his fingers to Matsuda’s chin, gently guiding him closer, but stopping just short of making contact.

“I’ll let you have whatever you want.”

Despite the confidence, there’s a completely unique sense of vulnerability in Kou’s voice when he says it, like he’s offering up his deepest secret and trusting Matsuda to be responsible with it. 

But, the truth is, this can’t just be about what he wants. That’s not the point.

“And what do you want?”

There’s a pang of sadness in his chest at the way Kou’s eyes light up, like he’s never been given that option before. And then, just as quickly, the hunger seeps back into his expression, and his pupils are dilating in real time, like a gate opening at Matsuda’s say-so.

Kou gives him a quick peck on the lips before moving his hands to Matsuda’s chest, running his fingers over the curves and grooves. There’s a slightly open-mouthed, contemplative look on Kou’s face for a second before it transforms into a wide, cheeky grin. The laugh lines on his face deepen and the skin on his bottom lip lightens underneath the pressure of his teeth digging into it.

He’s planning something, and though Matsuda isn’t sure what it is, he loves it.

“Back up a sec?” Kou asks, something between a request and a command. Matsuda does as he’s told, moving backward toward the foot of the bed. It’s then that he notices the soreness in his elbows from the position they’ve been in, and winces when he tries bending his arms.

He looks away from Kou for a second while he tries to rub the pain out of his old man joints, and when he looks back, he only catches a glimpse of Kou’s blushy face as he’s rolling over on his stomach. Kou’s ass and thighs are so big that Matsuda has to move far back enough that his legs start to hang off the bed, and the gradual appearance of Kou’s huge ass nearly knocks him all the way over.

Kou moves up a bit further toward the headboard, grabbing one of Matsuda’s pillows to support his head and making his ass bob up and down from the movement. From here, he can make out the cheeks perfectly, two huge perky bubbles that look just as round and bouncy as ever despite being weighed down by gravity.

So this is what he wants.

Kou keeps the arch of his back minimal, which Matsuda is thankful for. He can barely see the back of Kou’s head over that heaping mountain of ass at this angle, and he hasn’t even figured out the logistics of how his dick is supposed to reach past all of that.

He settles into the space between Kou’s chunky thighs, easing his legs apart so that he can finally - finally - get his hands on that beautiful ass.

He doesn’t give in immediately. Instead he starts running his hands along Kou’s soft thighs, causing a soft cooing sound to come from Kou as he pushes back into the touch. He hasn’t been able to get a proper feel of them yet, but it’s everything he’s hoped it would be and more. Even the lightest touch makes noticeable indentations in his skin, the soft flesh easily giving way to his hands and bulging against his fingers. He tightens his grip with a low groan, running his hands up a bit further so they rest in the area where thigh met ass. 

He squeezes roughly just beneath Kou’s ass, astounded at how the cheeks bulge and completely cover up his hands. It’s like it’s reaching out to him, begging him to grab and squeeze. Kou’s hips twitch a little bit at the touch. He can feel a pressure building like Kou’s trying to lift them up further, but Matsuda holds his grip firm and keeps him in place. Kou wiggles his hips and groans in protest, his fat ass jiggling delectably across Matsuda’s field of view - a blur of grey wobbling back and forth, up and down and side to side.

Matsuda hungrily watches it move and smirks to himself at how Kou doesn't stop. He’s not saying anything, but the message is loud and clear, and suddenly Matsuda’s got the overwhelming urge to bite something.

He relinquishes his grip on Kou’s thigh, raises his hand in the air and brings it down on the right cheek, eliciting a loud squeak from Kou that quickly devolves into a girly moan. 

Now we’re getting somewhere. 

His gigantic ass jiggles for a solid five seconds before it comes to a stop, and Kou’s wide hips twitch shortly after the slap rings out.

A watery “please” sounds from his lips, and he starts to lift his hips off of the bed again, desperately searching for more points of contact. Matsuda places both hands on his ass and pushes him back down firmly with a growl, administering a much harsher smack to the other cheek when Kou groans in protest. There’s a muffled clap that sounds throughout the room when his hand meets the skin, and Kou squeals into the pillow, breathing out a high-pitched “Daddy…” just loud enough for Matsuda to hear.

His dick twitches painfully at that, amazed at how little it takes to get him all hot and bothered.

“That’s more like it.”

Matsuda pries those chunky legs apart and pushes down on Kou’s lower back so he’s completely flat on the bed. Slowly cupping his hands around the two large globes of his ass, he grips onto both cheeks curiously, getting used to the way they feel against his palms - soft and fatty and malleable. It takes a few seconds of raking his way across the vast expanse of it before his hands come to a stop at the peak of each curve. Kou moans a breathless “oh” when Matsuda squeezes his ass gingerly, burying his face into the pillow as his temper tantrum promptly comes to a stop.

Matsuda rubs his hands across Kou’s butt, groaning a deep “holy fuck” as he grits his teeth and tries to imagine what it would feel like jiggling against his face. Kou whimpers, trembling a little at the predatory bass in Matsuda’s voice.

Again, it’s like fondling a marshmallow. It’s soft as sin, and it easily gives way to Matsuda’s hands with each tug and squeeze, molding to the shape of his hands like it’s made specially for him.

He finds himself almost intimidated at how small his hands look held up against Kou’s ass. His hands are twice the size of Kou’s, so that’s saying quite a lot.

As he runs his fingers up and down the cheeks, he tries his best to calculate just how big Kou’s butt is. He splays out across the fattest part of each ass cheek, scoffing in amazement when his hands don’t cover even a third. Of one of them.

He gives an appreciative squeeze as he admires Kou’s gigantic bubble butt, applying pressure on either side so that the cheeks bulge and squish together. He gets a better look at the barely-there imperfections speckled across his ass as he moves it this way and that, mapping out his territory before he inevitably buries his face into that beautiful, glorious ass. The familiar indentations of cellulite appear and reappear on the skin, certain areas only showing evidence of it when he squeezes Kou’s ass in a certain way. It’s kind of fun.

“Please…” Kou whimpers, lifting his legs at the knee and grinding his hips down instead of back up into Matsuda’s hands. 

Matsuda can tell how badly he wants more, so he offers a bit of reprieve by lightly slapping Kou’s butt, alternating between the cheeks so as to keep things interesting. Well, that and he just wants to see how those fat cheeks bounce around. He uses his free hand to grope the overwhelming amount of ass being so eagerly presented to him. Kou responds with a loud, wavering moan, a twitch seizing his legs with every pat.

“Please what, baby?”

“Spank me, daddy,” Kou breathes, slowly swiveling his hips against the pressure of Matsuda’s hands, pushing his ass back into the touch with a high-pitched whimper. “Please.”

Matsuda respects how direct he is.

“Hmm.”

Matsuda would do anything Kou tells him to, but he wants to test how far their dynamic extends first. All in the name of foreplay, of course. 

This is a moment of discovery. Carpe diem, and all that shit.

“I don’t know, baby,” he says, loosening the drawstrings on his sweatpants and pulling out his cock, wiping away a splotch of precum on the tip. He takes it in his hand and smacks it against Kou’s ass a few times, causing little ripples to move across the surface, outward from the point of contact. Kou whimpers.

Matsuda swiftly reaches around Kou’s wide butt and grabs onto his hips, pulling him back while maneuvering his dick between the cleft of his ass. The cheeks squish against his pelvis as his cock slides snugly into place. The fabric on his sweatpants tightens to the point it looks like it could rip. Kou’s back is arched towards him and the grey material bunches together where his cock rests between his thick ass cheeks. Kou chokes out “daddy” with a pleading shiver, skillfully moving his ass back so Matsuda’s dick nestles between his cheeks further. 

He tightens his grip on Kou’s hips as much as he can, seeing as the curve of his ass is so monumental that he can get little more than his fingertips past the waistline. He feels his thumbs sink into the flesh as he grinds his hips against Kou, watching his cock glide up and down the cleft of his ass.

“I don’t know that you really want it that bad.”

Kou squeaks out a “what?” as soon as the words leave Matsuda’s mouth. The fact that he wants this really could not be any more obvious, but that’s not the point.

He wants him to beg.

“Yeah,” he says, sucking on his teeth in mock disappointment and pulling his cock out from where it’s nestled in that beautiful ass. “I’ll need some more evidence before I can make a judgment here.”

The fabric stays stuck between Kou’s ass cheeks even after he pulls out, highlighting every nook and cranny of his perfect butt. Another bratty whine comes from Kou when he feels the heat move away from his backside. Matsuda watches him go through a number of different emotions - at first, he tries what he’s been doing, giving his ass a shy wiggle in an attempt to entice Matsuda. Then, he freezes and takes a look back at Matsuda over his shoulder. His eyes are watery and red, pink lips parting with heavy breaths. There’s a deep, intense look creeping to the surface while Matsuda stares him down.

He hadn’t even realized that his dick was still hanging out of his sweatpants until he sees Kou glance down at it, struggling to get a good look over the enormity of his own ass. Matsuda feels a pang of embarrassment and resists the urge to cover himself up. That is, until he sees a pink tongue jut out from Kou’s mouth. The only word to describe the look on his face as he licks his lips is hungry.

With surprising speed, Kou rolls back over and pivots his body so that he’s facing Matsuda. He props himself up on his knees like Matsuda, and even here, there’s a height difference of at least half a foot between them. Kou looks up into his eyes from underneath his long lashes, not breaking eye contact once as he lowers himself onto his elbows and situates his face right in front of Matsuda’s large cock.

It’s about as long as Kou’s entire head, and Matsuda can tell he’s trying not to look as intimidated as he is when he tentatively wraps his hand around the shaft. A soft, wobbly moan comes from his mouth as he feels the ridges with his fingers. Matsuda lowers himself closer to the mattress so he doesn’t tower over Kou so much and clenches his jaw at the feeling of soft hands on his painfully hard cock.

Kou spends a few moments just admiring, going back and forth between fondling his balls and slowly jerking the girthy shaft. He looks up at him with the most seductive look Matsuda has ever seen as he teases his cock, a unique blend of confidence and utter submission.

Slowly, Kou brings his lips to be level with Matsuda’s cock, planting a teasing kiss on the tip and lingering long enough that Matsuda is certain he feels the pulse. Behind him, he arches his back expertly, giving Matsuda the perfect view of his chubby heart-shaped ass. The massive cheeks sag just a little, spilling over the sides of his hips and wobbling from side to side as he deepens the steep curve in his spine. The shape of it is a bit softer now, slightly less perky but no less pronounced.

Kou drags his lips across the length of Matsuda’s cock painfully, torturously slow. Occasionally, his tongue darts out for a taste, licking across the slit, the side and the base, but he never gives Matsuda more than a few seconds to indulge in the feeling. He cradles it against his face lovingly, rubbing the hardness of it against his cheeks and mouth and humming to himself contently.

After a long moment of teasing, Kou drops Matsuda’s cock and reaches out for his hand. Matsuda has to hold back the disappointed noise that materializes in his throat, but it's gone just as quickly when Kou guides his hand to the top of his head. For a second Matsuda’s not exactly clear what the play is here, but then he tightens his hand over Matsuda’s and promptly drops his own back to his cock.

The dots connect when Kou throws him one last playful glance and wraps his mouth around it.

And then takes it all the way into his mouth.

To the base.

He reflexively balls his hand into a fist atop Kou’s head, grabbing a patch of hair and yanking roughly. He instantly feels a pang of regret at how hard he does it, but Kou just shudders with a low groan, running his tongue along the underside of Matsuda’s dick as he moves his head backward. He cups his hand around his balls, and with a quick glance up at him, bobs his head forward again, dragging his soft lips up and down the shaft slowly. Matsuda finds himself very impressed at how Kou is keeping the grip he has on his dick as air-tight as possible - admittedly because his mouth is barely big enough to fit around Matsuda's dick, but he's taking it like a champ nonetheless. 

He doesn’t have any other support other than his own mouth to keep Matsuda’s dick in place, so he keeps his lips wrapped around it as he sucks his cock, only letting a peek of the tip stick out of his mouth every time he rears his head back and takes it down his throat again, cute little whimpers sounding out every now and then. Matsuda spends a few seconds completely dumbfounded at how good he is at sucking dick, keeping his hand stationary on Kou’s bobbing head as he lets both of them get adjusted.

Well, mostly him. Kou’s doing just fine.

Gradually, he starts to buck his hips into Kou’s mouth in time with his movements, pulling back at the same time as Kou does and thrusting forward as he nears the base of his cock. So that there’s less friction. That’s the only reason. 

He watches with a light grip on Kou’s hair as his dick completely disappears into his wet mouth with every single slow thrust. All the while, that giant ass of his is jiggling right behind him, wide ripples forming on those delectable, chubby cheeks. The movement is a combination of Kou purposefully swaying his hips back and forth and the considerable length he has to travel to fit all of Matsuda’s cock in his mouth. He goes from the very tip of his cock to being flush with Matsuda’s hips like it’s nothing at all. Every now and then, he’ll hold himself in place and bury his face in Matsuda’s pubic hair, soft whimpers vibrating through Matsuda’s dick as he swirls his tongue around the length of it.

He’s doing most of the work himself, but Matsuda graciously lends a helping hand and pushes on the back of his head slightly, groaning when Kou obediently picks up the pace and still doesn’t so much as gag.

Finally, when there’s a visible trail of drool cascading from Kou’s mouth as he sucks Matsuda’s dick, Matsuda partakes in what was likely Kou’s original idea. When Kou opens his throat to swallow his length, Matsuda cards his hand through those soft curls, gently scratching the scalp and grabbing tightly onto his hair. He holds him in place at the base of his cock for a few seconds, satisfaction creeping into his veins at the way Kou whimpers helplessly with Matsuda's large dick stuffed fully in his mouth. He growls and shoves Kou’s face against his pelvis roughly, coming dangerously close to spilling his load when he feels the tip of his dick graze the back of Kou’s throat.

Slowly, placatingly, he relaxes his grip and tenderly angles Kou's head up so he can watch him work his magic.

Despite the vulgarity of the whole thing, there's something more intimate about this than anything he's done before. He holds the back of Kou's head in his hand and stares into those beautiful eyes. Pliant and eager to please, Kou keeps his face angled upward so he's making eye contact with Matsuda, relaxing his jaw while Matsuda pumps his cock into his mouth. The pace is slow, but the way he can feel the curvature of Kou's throat as he eases his dick all the way back sends a wave of electricity throughout his entire body. Kou's eyes are watery and submissive, and he swears he can see two hearts where his pupils were.

Kou moans around Matsuda's cock as it squeezes down his throat, straining against the soft walls and schooling it to take shape around the bumps and ridges. A tear falls from his eye, but he makes no effort to move.

He pulls Kou’s head back after a while so that his painfully-hard dick falls out of his mouth. There’s a confused, disappointed look on his face for a second until Matsuda clears up any confusion by slapping his dick against Kou’s cheek while wrenching Kou’s head back further. It makes a wet slapping sound as it smushes against his chubby cheek, and an expression crosses his face like he’s about to cry. He starts licking the side of Matsuda’s cock with a dazed, anticipation-filled look.

“You ready?” he asks, not finding it necessary to specify what he means by that.

The excitement in Kou’s voice as he breathes out “yes” makes something in Matsuda’s heart flutter. It’s quite a feat to be this cute with a dick laying across your face.

“Okay, baby,” Matsuda smiles, temporarily relinquishing his grip on Kou’s hair to wipe away the drool on his chin. Kou leans into his touch, and Matsuda leans down to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead. Once he’s clean, Matsuda slowly sifts his hand back into that forest of brown, and he pulls.

He goes slowly at first, milking the sensation of Kou’s mouth wrapped securely around his dick and relishing in the high-pitched sounds that he makes each time Matsuda tugs on his hair. Matsuda scoots forward a bit so Kou’s neck won’t be so strained, which is only kind of an oxymoron, but regardless Kou hums in approval when he’s done readjusting himself.

He goes at a moderately steady pace for a minute, fucking in and out of Kou’s mouth and using his free hand to scratch Kou’s back, secretly pushing down on his spine in an attempt to deepen the arch. 

Not secretly enough, though, because Kou looks up at him with a playful glint in his watery eyes. He opens his mouth a bit wider as Matsuda’s cock nears the back of his throat again, sucking on the length of it like he’s trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem. He shakes his wide, feminine hips from side to side, making his butt cheeks wobble and ripple against each other, sending waves all the way up to where his ass meets his lower back. There are faint clapping sounds sounding from his fat ass cheeks bouncing against each other, only getting louder with the quickening pace of his mouth being ravished by Matsuda's dick.

Matsuda stares slack-jawed as his friend twerks for him. He’s never seen an ass move like that - definitely not one that huge. Even more impressive is how Kou is taking most of the initiative to quicken the pace, regaining control of his movement as he bobs his head up and down with even more gusto than before. The scales have been tipping for the past hour, and he figures there’s no need to deprive him any longer.

With that, he tightens his fist, rearing his hips back before slamming into Kou’s mouth with full force. Kou chokes out a whimper as Matsuda’s cock hits the back of his throat harshly. He doesn’t have time to do any more than that before Matsuda repeats the motion, yanking his head forward and simultaneously thrusting his hips into Kou. He feels a bit light-headed when his balls smack against Kou’s chin, but it doesn’t deter him.

He situates himself as close as he can to Kou’s face, and reaches out a hand to spank his fat, jiggling ass. Kou moans, loud and warbly like he’s finally been given the treatment he’s been craving, drawing out a high-pitched sound that gets partially swallowed by the wet schluck of Matsuda’s cock moving in and out of his mouth at an increasingly fast, aggressive pace. 

Call it confirmation bias, but it makes perfect sense to him that Kou is so good at this. All of the pieces pointed to it, but he couldn’t reasonably assume that it was the truth. He thinks it’s fair enough to say that it’s more of a confirmation now than that other thing. 

He pushes Kou’s face along the length of his dick a few more times, watching those plump lips mold to the shape of his cock like it’s intelligent fucking design. Like Kou was made for this.

Matsuda spanks his ass again, this time holding his hand in place for a while afterward to feel the way it jiggles. Kou’s hips jerk upwards like he’s asking for more, and it prompts him to spread his knees further apart. He goes from knee to knee as he changes his position, his butt wobbling like two huge mounds of dough, each magnificent cheek taking turns bouncing around while he relaxes his jaw around Matsuda's cock.

Kou places his hand on Matsuda’s thigh and eases him away from his face. Matsuda’s previous attempt at cleaning up the drool apparently made no difference at all, because he can feel it pooling on the edge of his waistline and dripping down his balls. Kou is making quite a mess, but the look of pleasure on his face makes it perfectly fine.

“You okay?”

Kou takes a second to finish moving positions, wiping his chin and clearing his throat before sighing with a light-hearted “yeah,” his voice little more than a whisper. He nestles against Matsuda’s cock, a sweet love-drunk look in his eyes. His face is red and puffy, lips a seductive crimson that compliments the deep brown paradise in his eyes.

He looks like he’s having fun, which is really all that you can hope for. As he cradles Kou’s cute face, he’s struck with the warmth in his heart just from being able to make him feel good. That’s the one thing Matsuda wants. To be good.

“Is that all I get, daddy?,” Kou’s voice smoothly cuts through the quiet at the same time he gives his big ass another shake, smirking at Matsuda while rubbing his lips against his spit-slick cock. "Seems like I have some more work to do."

You know what? The romance can wait. He remembers why he's here now. He tightens his grip on Kou's hair, but intentionally keeps his mouth from making contact with his dick.

"Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" he questions. He can tell the answer is a resounding yes before Kou even says it, and he uses that to his advantage while he reaffixes his grip on Kou's hair.

If Kou had a tail right now, it would be wagging. He licks his lips hungrily and fully relaxes onto his arms with his ass raised high in the air for Matsuda. 

"Yes, daddy," he breathes, his mouth parting like he's desperately longing for Matsuda's cock.

Really, he just wanted to hear him say it again.

Wordlessly, Matsuda places both hands on the back of Kou’s head and guides his mouth back to the tip of his dick. He gives him some time to warm up before making any other movements, allowing him to lick slow circles around his girthy cock to make it easier to swallow. As soon as Kou starts to near the base of his dick, Matsuda eases right back into fucking his face, earning an appreciative moan from him when he doesn’t hold back. His cock slides in and out of Kou’s warm, wet mouth smoothly, and he can feel the slight increase in pressure the further back it goes.

He moves his hands to Kou’s shoulder blades, using them as leverage while he shoves his dick into his mouth over and over again.

It takes a minute for them to establish a steady pace, but when they do, Kou seems to be loving every second of it. He lets out soft little whimpers every time Matsuda’s hips slap against his face, and he shudders gratefully whenever Matsuda pulls his hair. Matsuda rears his hips back and lets his cock force Kou's tongue into submission. He's doing the best he can, but Matsuda's dick is fucking into him roughly enough that he can do little more than relax his jaw and go along with it.

Devastatingly, from this angle, he doesn’t have a good view of Kou’s mouth. But on the bright side, there’s something even better right in front of him.

Slowly, he rakes his hands down Kou’s back, stopping for a second to squeeze his hands around that pudgy waist, to which Kou’s voice flutters in approval. Matsuda considers the options he has for a second, and decides to make sure they both get something out of this.

He reaches his left hand out to grip the waistband of Kou’s sweatpants, pulling them higher up roughly so that it forces Kou’s back into a deeper arch. The bottoms of his ass cheeks appear with crystal-clear clarity as the fabric strains against them, outlining the rounded shape and giving him a much better view of the ripples constantly flowing across it. From the harsh way he fucks Kou’s mouth, it causes his butt to jiggle like he’s sprinting. Underneath him, Matsuda can see a peek of how his cute tummy jiggles as well.

Kou keens when the material of his sweatpants tightens around his lower half, his crackly voice breaking up into a staccato every time his face makes contact with the flat surface of Matsuda's pelvis.

With his right hand, he reels back and slaps Kou’s ass as hard as he can, a surge of adrenaline prompting him to speed up his thrusting until his legs start to burn. Kou makes a choked sound, unable to vocalize from how roughly he’s being face-fucked. Matsuda considers stopping, but trusts Kou to take control of the situation if he needs to. For now, he holds off on doing anything else and slows down his pace considerably. After a while, Kou full-body shudders and puts a hand on Matsuda’s backside with a squeeze, pushing his cock into his mouth with a surprising amount of strength. 

As Matsuda eases back into the groove, Kou moves his mouth forward in time, holding onto the back of Matsuda’s leg as he relaxes his jaw and fulcrums his head to make sure the fat cock in his mouth hits the back of his throat at just the right angle.

Matsuda takes that for what he does, and resumes where he left off. He can see Kou start to shake his ass, but he beats him to it with another hard spank. Kou gains his voice back in that moment, and Matsuda could be completely delusional, but he swears Kou is trying to say “daddy.” All that comes out is an unsteady, elongated moan, but the basic sounds are there.

“That’s right, baby,” Matsuda grunts, giving Kou’s hair a few hard tugs. He's proven right when Kou chokes out an appreciative "mmh-hmm" around his dick. He watches Kou's head bob up and down obediently before having the best idea he’s had yet. Letting go of his waistband, he lifts both hands and brings them down on either cheek, squeezing and jiggling them around aggressively. Then, he leans all of his weight onto Kou’s pillowy ass and fucks into Kou’s mouth as fast as he can, squeezing the cheeks so hard that the fabric of his sweatpants starts to tear. Kou goes mostly silent as Matsuda’s pelvis slams against his face. The slightest whimpers break through the sloppy sounds of his mouth struggling to take his daddy's fat cock, but after a minute he can tell that Kou seriously needs to get some air.

He gives himself about thirty more seconds to milk Kou’s slutty throat for all it’s willing to give him before he has to pull back. 

Rougher than he means to, he yanks Kou by the hair until his mouth comes off his dick, a small pop sounding when they disconnect. He sits back on his feet and helps Kou hold his head up.

“Hey, you okay?” he asks. Kou’s face is red and splotchy, but he's smiling. It’s a rather vacant one, sure, but he looks fine. It doesn’t seem like can speak just yet, so he nods his head yes. Matsuda breathes a sigh of relief and helps Kou roll over onto his back. He’s panting, and his forehead is damp with sweat, and it’s only then that Matsuda realizes how sweaty he is, too. The biting sensation spreading across his thighs throws him off his game anyway, so he figures this is a good time for an intermission.

He gently moves to sit next to him and places Kou’s head in his lap, running his fingers through his hair and gently massaging his scalp with his fingernails. He cringes at the way he can feel the sweat on his upper lip.

“Sorry, I’m wicked gross right now.”

Kou chuckles, a crunchy, rough sound that quickly evens out into his regular voice, if a little weaker.

“S’okay.”

The two of them sit there for a minute trying to catch their breath. Matsuda rubs small circles into Kou’s temple, letting his eyes wander his gorgeous body while he thinks of what else to do.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” he asks, pinching the fabric of Kou’s sweatpants. He looks up at him with a blissed-out look, and nods his head, biting his lip when Matsuda moves toward his lower half. They move their way over to the edge of the bed gingerly. 

Matsuda quickly discards his bottoms and helps Kou with getting his off. The sweat has caused them to stick to his skin, so he can’t seem to get them past his hips. Matsuda gently repositions Kou’s hands so he can assist him.

When he finally pries them off, along with his underwear (they unfortunately were not panties) and tosses them on the floor next to his, there are two things he notices.

One. Kou has the smallest cock - if you can even call it that - he has ever laid eyes on. Because, obviously.

Two. He came already.

A part of him feels accomplished, but there’s another part that wants to do it all over again. If he can make him come without even touching his cock, that opens up quite a number of possibilities.

Matsuda closes in on Kou’s crotch, teasing his fingers against his tiny cock as he starts to wipe the cum clean. Kou looks up at him with that hazy expression again and spreads his legs to give him better access. He whimpers slightly at the fingers rubbing at his little cock, and Matsuda can practically hear the click of the lightbulb turning on above him.

He takes it between his thumb and index finger and slowly lowers his mouth to Kou’s cock, staring him square in the eye as closes his lips around it. It’s no more than two or three inches, and the circumference is about the same as that of a quarter, based on a rough guesstimation. Kou shivers and pushes his hips down toward Matsuda’s face, widening his legs even further to accommodate him. He puts a hand on the underside of Kou’s thigh and lifts it up so he can use it for leverage.

He squeezes gently in time with how he swirls his tongue around Kou’s dick, taking in the salty flavor left behind by his cum as it twitches excitedly in his mouth.

“Oh my god.”

Matsuda chuckles, squeezing through the tiny space between Kou’s gargantuan thighs and cupping his balls in his hand. He keeps the pace slow and gentle, trying to ease Kou back into the swing of things as best as he can. He’s not done with him yet.

He runs his tongue across the slit of Kou’s cock, already tasting the precum starting to flow from the tip. He traces the underside of it curiously, running his thumb along the wrinkles on his balls and rutting his face against the small bush of pubic hair accompanying his petite package.

There's really no denying that Kou's got the body of a MILF, but that fact that he has a dick makes this whole endeavor that much more exciting.

He's done the banana trick just like every other queer boy, but he knows without a doubt that he can't take dick like Kou can. Albeit, Kou's is the size of a baby carrot so it's not very relevant in this case, but the point still stands. He's got some competition and not a lot to work with, so he'll do what he can.

Just as he's starting to get into it, Kou reaches out for him and nudges his head up. He looks into Kou's wet eyes as he swirls his tongue around his tiny cock one more time.

Matsuda lifts his face, allowing Kou to guide him off the floor and to his lips. He wraps his chunky legs around Matsuda as he stands up, hips angled toward him so that their cocks touch when they embrace each other. He has to hunch his back a little to be able to reach his lips. 

The kiss is slow and sweet - a far cry from what they were just doing, but a welcome change regardless. Kou’s lips are puffy and a little dried out, but they quickly find an equilibrium that works for both of them.

They take a second to take in each other’s warmth, Matsuda slowly grinding his hips forward as he runs his hands up and down Kou’s thick thighs, grazing the sides of his ass cheeks with his fingertips. Kou keeps one hand cradled against Matsuda’s face, and with the other, he holds their cocks against one another and slowly pumps.

Kou’s is maybe a third of the size of Matsuda’s, but he does the best that he can to accommodate both of their needs.

Kou breaks away from the kiss after a while to glance down at their cocks in his hand, and a look flashes across his face like he wants to get down on his knees and choke on Matsuda’s dick all over again.

“You didn’t have to stop, you know,” Kou conveniently confirms his suspicions. He looks back up at him with hazy eyes, his hand still gingerly working their cocks until they’re both fully hard again.

Matsuda hums, lowering his hands to rest on the upper part of Kou’s right ass cheek. There’s a little indentation at the top from how the fat bulges under the weight of the rest of his body. He rubs a circle with his fingertips into the skin. It’s technically the first time he’s touched Kou’s ass, and yet he knows it’ll only get better from here.

“You seemed like you could use a break.”

As he speaks, he eases Kou’s legs apart and stands up straighter, his cock comically bobbing up and down. Kou giggles and reaches a hand out to his dick again, staring at it with a hungry look as he licks his lips in preparation.

Before he can go any further, Matsuda interrupts. “Besides, there’s something else I had in mind.”

“What’s that?” Kou asks, looking back up into his eyes. The way he towers over Kou makes him feel a mixture of power and cuteness aggression, and he thinks it’s finally time to give Kou what he’s wanted to give him ever since they met.

“Roll over.”

The first direct command he’s given to Kou maybe ever - and it works like a charm. Within seconds, he’s rolling over onto his stomach, his ass jiggling wildly now that it’s free from its constraints. It slowly wobbles its way into his field of vision - two gigantic, milky mounds of ass that's just begging to be marked up.

Matsuda follows suit just as quickly, appreciating that Kou laid himself out flat again so that Matsuda could see a clearer picture of it in all of its perfect glory.

At least, from what he can tell; it’s so huge that Matsuda has to crane his neck backwards a little to see all of it. Just like the rest of him, it’s unbelievably smooth, with no blemishes or imperfections at all. It’s paler than his legs - a delicate, creamy color that goes very tastefully with the freckles speckled across his fat butt.

The skin is soft and a little clammy to the touch, and Kou breathes excitedly when he feels cold hands raking across his ass. Once Matsuda calculates the best position for him to be in, he reaches forward and yanks Kou up by his hips. Kou yelps when he feels the pressure being transferred from his thighs to his knees. Matsuda roughly positions him so his ass is lifted high in the air and his back is arched.

Kou goes along with it with a sweet melodic hum, backing his hips up further and relaxing into the new position, now eagerly presenting his gigantic ass for Matsuda. His chest is flat against the bed and the side of his face is pressed up against the pillow again, closing his eyes and nuzzling into it with a shaky sigh.

Matsuda can just barely see his balls and tiny little cock dangling between his thighs and, using his hands to pry those massive cheeks apart, he gets a peek of Kou’s pink hole buried a few inches under that mountain of ass. It winks at him.

He releases his grip on them and watches them clap against each other as they jiggle back into place. Kou lets out a soft moan as Matsuda sits back and enjoys the view, raking his eyes hungrily over that gigantic ass, unsure of exactly where to start. He runs his fingertips along the cheeks lightly, applying different amounts of pressure to see how the skin squishes beneath his touch. Matsuda thought his ass felt soft before, but that was nothing compared to this. It's like one of those Pillow Pets - the super huge ones that are actually quite impractical as a pillow.

For a while, he gets what you might call “lost in the sauce”, just rubbing his hands all over Kou’s bubble butt and giving the cheeks tender squeezes. He can feel his mouth start to water just looking at it, hugging it against his body and teasing the tip of his cock against the soft skin. He fulcrums his hands around the cheeks, giving them light smacks all over so he can memorize how they jiggle from every possible angle.

Kou’s body responds to him eagerly, constantly making little adjustments in his position as he leans into the touch and wiggles his ass for more. Matsuda gives him a few extra rough spanks as a treat, just hard enough to make the signature slapping sound - so that cheeks bounce against each other but aren't marked up afterward. Yet.

Make no mistake, he intends to leave that gorgeous ass covered in marks by the end of the night.

God, he thinks as he smacks it from hand to hand, Kou's body easily swaying from side to side along with his movement, it’s so fucking beautiful.

“I’d marry your butt if I could,” he says, jiggling the chubby cheeks around while he teases his cock between them, watching the tip of it disappear into his ass as it jiggles against him.

There’s a moment of silence after he says it, and he’s completely prepared to accept the fact that it was a bad joke despite being completely serious.

But then, Kou lets out something between a giggle and a scoff, a sweet little sound that rumbles in his throat with impossible warmth. He gives his hips a little wiggle and pitches his voice up, sending waves across his huge ass as he tries to coax more out of Matsuda with a little hum.

“You may now kiss the bride,” he jokes, wiggling his hips in time with the last three words.

Matsuda pauses.

“Bride, huh?”

Kou makes an embarrassed little sound like he just realized what he said as well. He stutters for a few seconds before burying his face in the pillow with a grunt. He's adorable.

Using the opportunity he gets when Kou looks away from him, Matsuda leans down and plants a lingering kiss on Kou’s right butt cheek. He lets his lips linger on the soft, damp skin for a few seconds, his tongue darting out for a lick before he brings his head back to admire the wet spot he leaves in his wake. Kou whimpers as soon as he feels Matsuda’s lips on his ass, elongating the sound with a shameless neediness in his voice. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted, baby?”

Quickly, Kou lifts his head and replies with an eager “yes!”, pushing his hips back toward Matsuda and squishing his ass against Matsuda’s pelvis, trilling softly at the way Matsuda slaps his dick against it.

“Yes, daddy, please,” he repeats, laying his head back down and eagerly shaking his ass against Matsuda’s dick. There’s much more energy to his movements now as he moves his hips up and down against the hard pressure poking his ass, trying his best to get it between his cheeks. It takes him a few seconds of wiggling to get on the right track, but he eventually captures Matsuda’s cock in the cleft of his ass and expertly starts twerking back on it with a loud, girly moan. The cheeks wobble against his dick, enveloping him in a soft, warm embrace.

This guy really knows what he's doing.

Delivering a hard smack to his ass, he pulls his cock out and puts his hand on Kou’s hips to stop his movement. The squeal Kou lets out immediately prompts him to spank his other ass cheek, this time even harder. Another squeal.

There’s a sadistic pleasure he gets out of the way his handprint starts to form on Kou’s butt, a red outline mimicking the shape of his fingers and palm with a center that’s a bit closer to the actual color of his ass. He watches it deepen, smacking the other cheek so that the process restarts again.

Kou whines and pushes his hips up, wiggling them around between spanks as Matsuda lets loose on his huge ass. He slaps his hands against those big fat ass cheeks over and over again, squeezing them, pulling them apart, and shaking them around while Kou whimpers out his name like a prayer.

He cries out in pleasure every time Matsuda spanks him, his voice high-pitched and bratty. The words are only intelligible half the time, but Matsuda can hear the string of yeses and “oh, god”s falling from his lips. 

He’s got about five fully-formed handprints splayed across the surface of Kou’s ass before he makes an effort to calm himself down a little bit. He wants this to be pleasurable, after all. 

Of course, the thought of Kou walking around with a sore ass all day because he begged Matsuda to spank him the night before is like a wet dream come true, but he plans to save the really rough treatment for a little later on in the relationship. This is their first time, and he doesn’t want to ruin it by being too enthusiastic.

For now, he’d rather go back to making out with his ass.

So he does. Ducking his head down, he moves his hands out of the way and starts planting light kisses all over the expanse of Kou’s enormous ass. 

He lets his mouth wander all over it, taking in the taste of Kou’s earthy body wash and the way it mixes with the natural saltiness of his sweat. He drags his lips over the curve of each cheek, leaving lingering kisses across the skin; slowly building the intensity as he does so, with each kiss having a bit more suction to it than the last. Kou’s fat ass rises into his mouth as he takes little sections of it into his mouth and sucks on the skin, a little pop sounding every time he detaches.

Kou whimpers out his name dreamily when it’s clear that this is what they’re doing now, and though the pace of his begging is less frantic, it’s no less passionate. His voice tickles Matsuda’s ears while he plays with his ass, only the wet sounds of his lips smacking the skin obscuring Kou’s high-pitched, needy moans.

He uses his tongue to lick delicately along the skin as he reattaches his mouth to his ass again and again, running long lines up and down the cheeks and intermittently leaving behind sloppy wet kisses. He almost doesn’t want to take his mouth off of Kou’s ass at all, too obsessed with the feeling he gets in his stomach at the girly moans coming from him each time he starts to suckle on the fat.

He leans more of his weight against Kou's huge ass, dragging his lips across it as he smushes the cheeks against the sides of his face, trying to get his mouth on every square inch of that chubby bubble butt. He traces the handprints he left earlier by kissing along the edges of them, also singling out some of the larger freckles for extra attention.

He lightly slaps the left cheek, grabbing it in his hand and running his tongue across the smooth flesh as it jiggles.

“You have such a beautiful ass, Kou,” he praises, his lips brushing against the skin with each word.

"Oh, daddy," Kou warbles, a tremble running down his lower body before he speaks up again, his voice thick with tears.

"It feels so good, daddy."

Matsuda smiles against his ass. He never thought he'd love to hear the sound of Kou crying so much.

He teases him with a few faint love bites, just barely grazing the skin with his teeth. "Yeah?"

Kou breathes an affected moan, giving his ass a little shake in a wordless plea for more. Matsuda groans and goes along with the movement, burying his face between the soft cheeks and letting them jiggle against his face. Kou shakes his ass harder with a whimper when he realizes, spreading his legs and twerking his ass back for Matsuda. He moans into Kou’s ass as he feels the soft skin bouncing off the sides of his face, straining his ears to listen to the faint clapping sounds.

He brings both of his hands down on each cheek and shakes his face into the heat between the two globes of Kou’s ass, shoving his head in deeper and making Kou’s entire body sway from side to side with the force of his movements.

Kou cries out as Matsuda motorboats his cheeks, eagerly letting him smack them around and squish them against his face. He pulls himself out from the deep cleft and grabs onto one of the cheeks with both hands, going back to running his lips across the skin without missing a beat. He swivels his hands around his face, dragging his palms across the smooth skin while he suckles on Kou’s huge butt, nuzzling his nose into it hungrily. He closes his teeth around the fullest part of one ass cheek and bites down, growling against it in time with the girly whimper that Kou treats him to.

“Daddy!” he sobs, dragging out the “y” in a way that makes something heavy drop in Matsuda’s gut. He gives a rough smack in response, moving his mouth to the other cheek and leaving more semi-rough love bites. He’s just now starting to see the small circles appear on Kou’s ass from the way he’s been suckling all over it, and he quickly makes sure teeth marks follow suit.

He clamps down on those soft cheeks harshly, wrapping his arms around as much ass as he can and hugging it against his torso. The cheeks bulge out from underneath his grip, bouncing deliciously as they make contact with his upper body. He can feel the skin completely covering his entire chest, the rest of the cheeks spilling out from the gaps and enveloping his body, jiggling with each twitch of Kou’s feminine hips.

They stay like that for a God knows how long, with Matsuda biting, kissing and licking every inch of Kou’s ass - or at least as much as he can get his mouth on. There are at least five or six inches at the top of each butt cheek that he can’t quite reach, as well as plenty of overflow on the sides and bottom. 

Even still, he worships that ass like it was meant to be worshiped, and Kou makes it clear that he’s fully on board. In fact, this is by far the loudest Kou’s been tonight. He seems to really enjoy this - maybe even more than Matsuda does - which seriously makes him wonder why he’s never asked to do this before.

I mean, obviously asking your best friend if you can play with his ass until he cries is a pretty big risk, but so far it’s been an overwhelming, resounding success.

The room echoes with the sounds of Kou’s high-pitched whimpers and the sound of his ass being smacked over and over, with the occasional predatory grunt of appreciation from Matsuda. He rubs his face all over that gigantic booty, placing his cheek against it and looking out across the surface of the two globes. They’re like two rolling hills with a steep valley in the middle, glistening in the light from a combination of sweat and spit.

The hickeys have gradually grown darker. Across Kou’s beautiful ass, there are dozens of blue and purple bruises intersecting with the dotted lines from where his teeth dug into the skin, as well as a couple fading handprints. The rest seemed to have disappeared already, but he’s got a plan for that.

He takes a few more minutes to worship Kou’s ass before strategically moving his love bites closer to the crack. With both hands, he cups the bottom of each cheek and pulls them apart, running his thumb along the cleft until he finds that tight little hole. Kou twitches at the contact, and using his thumb as a point of guidance, Matsuda slowly positions his face so that he can run his tongue along the wrinkled skin.

Kou’s breath hitches with a tiny squeak, pushing his hips back just in time as Matsuda presses his tongue against the pucker, still using his thumb as a placeholder. He teases the edge of his entrance, swirling his tongue around it and pulling that ass closer to his face in an effort to stabilize the trembles seizing Kou’s lower half. He’s breathing heavily as Matsuda starts to apply more pressure, and he can feel the vibrations of the cry Kou lets out when he finally slips his tongue past the threshold.

Kou kicks his legs up and down in a shameless (but mind-blowingly attractive) display of brattiness, prompting Matsuda to reel both hands back and spank his ass just as he starts moving his tongue in and out of Kou’s tight hole. He quickly establishes a steady pace, groaning lowly at the way Kou’s ass sucks in his tongue, enveloping him in a soft, warm heat. His big wobbly ass cheeks press against either side of his face, with enough overflow that he can feel the cheeks grazing against his earlobes. He hugs that magnificent fat ass against him hungrily, pulling and pushing Kou's hips so his ass claps and jiggles all over his face and chest.

Kou lifts his hips to ease Matsuda’s tongue further into him, pleading with him to tongue-fuck his ass with just as much enthusiasm as he sucked his cock. He can only wonder what other things Kou secretly wanted him to do to him.

He spends a few minutes loosening up Kou’s hole, gliding his tongue past the rim lovingly. He almost zones out a few times, totally lost in the feeling he gets from Kou’s adorable little noises while he pushes his face into his dreamy ass, the flesh constantly rubbing against his skin allowing him to feel the tiny hairs covering his ass. It turns out maybe that he doesn't even need to shave - he just doesn't grow hair here. Which is fair, that's like 10 feet of surface area to constantly have to cover.

He takes breaks every now and then to give his ass some more love bites, and every time he has to pull back for air, Kou whines. He breathes Matsuda's name fervently, a slightly different texture to it every time he repeats it. He eases his thumb into Kou’s hole and thrusts it in alongside his tongue, loosening it up as well as he can while he slowly jerks his cock. He pulls his face out from Kou's giant ass, the wet skin sticking to his face and mimicking the sound of a sticky note as it detaches from him with a jiggle.

He rubs the precum from the tip of it and smears it across the tip as he lines his hips up with Kou’s.

Kou makes a protesting noise, and Matsuda slaps his dick against his butt a few times - both as a warning and as a heads-up.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he says, mostly to himself. Not that much of a surprise, because he’s gay and also doesn't think about fucking anyone other than Kou, but he asks if it’s okay anyway.

Kou doesn’t respond verbally. Instead he just gives his gigantic ass another eager shake, a rhythmic squeak sounding from the underside of the mattress as he twerks for Matsuda. Matsuda plays along, and without saying a word, lines his dick up with Kou’s hole.

With a cute yelp, Kou instantly stops moving and goes to shimmy backward so Matsuda has easier access. He denies him the contact he’s searching for for a second before circling the rim with his cock, thrusting his hips forward sensually.

Kou makes a garbled groan when Matsuda’s cock disappears into his ass, moving to his elbows and hanging his head while he tries to adjust, whimpering as he struggles to accommodate the thick cock buried in his fat ass. Matsuda pauses, swirling his hips so his cock ruts against the soft pink walls enveloping it. He gives the jiggly cheeks an appreciative squeeze while he lets his cock rest in Kou's ass. He can feel the way Kou tenses and relaxes against him, a seemingly involuntary movement that gets a little less severe the more time he's given to adjust.

"Daddy," Kou says, his tone close enough to a question to make Matsuda ask what's wrong. He looks back over his shoulder and ruts his hips back with a breathy moan.

"Make me your woman."

Yep. Understood. Sure can do.

After Kou’s ass finally stops wobbling from the series of rough spanks, Matsuda slowly rakes his nails up and down his fat-assed sub's back while he whimpers in pleasure. Kou’s voice flutters lightly with a tremble when his hand comes to a stop on the back of his neck, slowly moving his hips backward and pushing back into his massive, soft ass gingerly.

He gives a few shallow thrusts into Kou’s huge ass, allowing them both to get used to the sensation before he tightens his hand into a fist in Kou’s hair. He gasps as Matsuda yanks his head back forcefully, causing the arch in his back to deepen. He waits for a split-second while he prepares to do all this hands-free, and then slams his dick into Kou’s ass brutally.

Kou can barely get a whimper out before Matsuda spanks him and then repeats the motion, pulling his dick all the way out and then thrusting back in, making a loud smack as his pelvis connects with Kou’s spit-covered ass. He watches the way the hickeys distort and warp as his ass jiggles, pushing his cock in and out with less time between each rough thrust.

Kou’s voice gives out into nothing more than a squeak as he cries out “yes, daddy!”

Matsuda growls threateningly, yanking Kou’s head back again and smacking that jiggling red ass with his free hand.

“You can be louder than that, baby.”

Kou whimpers out “Daddy!” obediently, his voice clearer and more high-pitched than it was before. It’s good that he understands his role here so well.

“Good boy,” he praises with another hard spank, breathing through his teeth as he fucks Kou’s ass ruthlessly. He keeps a firm grip on his hair, partly as a way to balance himself and partly so he can hear every noise that falls from Kou’s lips with no obstructions. He wants to drive him to the point of complete incoherency, but first he wants to hear that word from him one more time.

“Who does this ass belong to?” he says, delivering a quick succession of rough smacks to each cheek while they jiggle around.

“You, daddy!” he warbles, turning his head slightly in Matsuda’s grasp to send a pleading look back at him. There are wet tracks running down both of his cheeks, and the redness of his ass perfectly matches the flushed appearance of his face.

“It’s all yours,” he says, using his pretty face as a distraction to regain some control, moving his hips so that Matsuda’s cock slides in and out of his ass effortlessly. Matsuda loosens his grip and watches Kou fuck back, his ass sticking to Matsuda’s hips each time they meet and bolstering the way it jiggles. He gives him another couple slaps on the ass in encouragement, and he’s rewarded with more sweet moans. 

As he starts to sniffle, Kou breathes out a passionate “I’m your pussy, daddy,” while he fucks himself on his top’s cock, and his voice pitches up like he’s arousing himself with his own words. 

Matsuda finds himself slack-jawed at Kou’s shamelessness - equally impressed and infatuated. He definitely plans to explore Kou’s very prominent femininity more later on, but for now he settles for letting him ride his cock like his life depends on it.

Eventually, Kou devolves into a mess of sniffles and whimpers while he fucks himself on Matsuda’s dick. He has a pretty good sense of showmanship as he shakes his massive ass against Matsuda’s hungry cock, an impressive amount of mobility despite how much cake he has to work with.

He lets it happen for a while, harshly spanking Kou’s big butt whenever his cute voice starts to fade away, which instantly rouses him into more slutty, high-pitched whimpers.

He gradually moves his hips in time with Kou’s, quickening the pace of his thrusts as his pelvis repeatedly smacks against his ass. He releases his grip on his hair and gently pushes Kou’s face down into the mattress. Kou grabs back onto the pillow and assumes form in their new position. Matsuda’s eyes trace the way his thin waist widens drastically at the hips, and the rounded shape of his ass cheeks as Matsuda looks down at them hungrily. He tightens his hands around Kou’s slutty little waist, and his hands are big enough that his thumbs almost touch.

Pressing his thumbs into the dimples on Kou’s lower back, he abruptly launches into a rough, punishingly fast pace. He can feel the pressure growing in his cock, and rather than prolong it any further, he fully indulges in the pleasure. His hips slam against Kou’s pale, jiggling ass with enough intensity to make the entire bed frame move. With his hands roughly gripping onto Kou’s wide hips, he fucks into him with an almost animalistic demeanor, removing either hand every now and then to spank that ass as hard as he can.

“Oh my god, yes!” Kou practically screams. “Please, give it to me, daddy!” His girly voice rings out like music to his ears, and he's whimpering and damn near sobbing from pleasure at this point.

“That’s right, take that dick, baby.” he grunts with another smack. He can feel himself getting close, and he pushes down on Kou’s hips for better leverage as he fucks into that plush ass -  a white vignette creeping up on the edges of his vision as he feels Kou’s hole tightening around him like he’s also getting close to a resolution.

“Yes, daddy!”

Kou cries out, voice thin and watery, a string of blissful “please”s falling from his lips and adding to the throbbing pressure in Matsuda’s cock. 

He removes both hands from Kou’s body as he watches his beautiful ass jiggle uncontrollably from his thrusts. He roughly, dominantly, grabs Kou’s head with both hands and pulls it back by the hair again, forcing his ass back against his pelvis as he slams into him. He tries to make the last thrusts feel final as the orgasm flows throughout his entire body.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Daddy! Daddy, please!”

He barely hears the words over the blood pumping in his ears, but it sounds like Kou is getting close, too. He tries to prolong the inevitable as long as possible, but the pressure soon becomes too much. With one last thrust, he comes deep and hard into Kou’s perfect, juicy ass. Kou keens as soon as the hot liquid fills his ass, huffing when Matsuda unceremoniously drops his head and pulls his cock from his dripping hole.

He watches his semen flow out from Kou’s wide-open hole, smirking to himself when he sees the fresh cum dripping from Kou’s miniscule cock, barely visible between his gigantic thighs. He considers shoving his face in there and licking his ass and cock clean, but the way Kou full-body shivers deters him. He's already crying, there's no need to take it any further. He knows overstimulation when he sees it.

Instead, he plants a gentle kiss on his butt and whispers “I’ll be right back.” He can see Kou attempt to nod his head yes, which gives him the go-ahead to run to the bathroom attached to his bedroom and grab a couple sheets of toilet paper.

He’s struck with hunger all over again when he walks out and sees that enormous ass laid out on his bed, a menagerie of red and blue painted all over it. Kou’s laying on his stomach, but his hips stay in the air and so does his ass. It highlights the way it bubbles out from that magic spot at the tops of his thighs, and it’s obscene how fucking perfect it is. He winces from the painful jolt his cock makes, but it what he gets for teasing him for the last hour and a half.

He gently wipes away what he can, tenderly massaging Kou’s raw skin while they both come down from the high. He balls up the soaked tissue paper and tosses it in the trashcan by the door before laying down next to Kou. He eases the covers out from under him so they can lay on sheets that aren’t stained with cum and spit and cuddles up to him.

Kou’s legs are still trembling, and the redness in his face is evidence that he still needs some time to breathe. Matsuda positions them so Kou’s head lays on his chest, and Kou wraps his arms around his torso with a contented sigh.

They lay there for a while in silence, the temperature slowly evening out until they’re no longer sticky with sweat.

Matsuda peers down at Kou’s face on his pec. His eyes are closed and his breathing is relaxed; even. He’s still got a slight ruddiness on his features, but it looks less like he just got fucked out of his mind and more like he just had a very fulfilling workout. He doesn't know which is more attractive.

He leaves a gentle kiss on his forehead, eliciting a small hum. He breathes in the smell of Kou’s hair just like he did earlier on, a feeling of accomplishment flooding his chest as he accepts that this is something he can actually have now. 

“Thank you.”

Kou jumps a little and opens his eyes at that, looking up at Matsuda while he runs his hands along his stomach and his pecs. His touch is light but still passionate, tracing the grooves of Matsuda’s body appreciatively as a sleep-happy look filters into his irises.

“Thank you,” he says with a hazy smile on his plump lips, and Matsuda can’t help but bring his face closer to plant his lips on Kou’s. He reciprocates tenderly, a chaste contact of their mouths before they go back to simply basking in each other’s comforting presence.

“Do you want to do this again?”

Suddenly he feels very intimidated.

It hasn’t even been five minutes…!

“Right now?” he asks, a tension in his voice reminiscent of Nacho Varga doing anything.

“No,” Kou quickly clarifies, a panicked look in his eyes that reflects what Matsuda feels. (Despite that, Matsuda can feel his little cock twitch excitedly against his leg.)

“I, um, I just meant…”

Matsuda stares as the gears in Kou’s head try to turn. He decides to make this easier for him, grabbing Kou’s face gently and whispering against his lips. “Like, do you want to be boyfriends?”

Kou sighs heavily as soon as the words leave his mouth like a great pressure has been taken off his shoulders. He looks at Matsuda like he’s seeing the Northern Lights for the first time - nothing but warmth and curiosity and admiration. Matsuda isn’t sure how he managed to take up that kind of space in Kou’s heart, but he’s grateful for it. “Yeah. I do.”

“Good,” he says, pretending not to notice the submissive look that starts to creep into his eyes at the bass in his voice. He finishes off with “Me too.”

An obscure emotion swells in his chest. What else could he want? 

“Obviously. It’s you.”

“You wouldn’t rather date my butt?” Kou gives his hips a little wiggle as he says it, his eyes glinting playfully through the tiredness quickly enveloping his expression. There’s a slight shyness in his voice that elicits a small chuckle from Matsuda. This boy just got fucked in both holes, and yet he’s embarrassed to talk about his butt. He’s so cute Matsuda just wants to squeeze him till he pops.

“I want you,” he says sternly, and the “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to be able to call you my boyfriend” goes unsaid. 

“That big fat butt of yours is just a bonus.”

Kou breathes out heavily, a light hum wavering just underneath his breath. He leans in for another tender kiss before he turns his back to Matsuda and guides his arms around his torso so Matsuda acts as the big spoon. His gigantic ass rubs against Matsuda’s dick and pulls a groan from both of them, but he doesn’t want to jump back into it just yet. 

Besides, Kou’s breathing like he’s going to fall asleep at any second, and he’d rather not play with his ass while he’s unconscious. Unless he’s told to, of course. In that case it’s no problem.

Instead, he tightens his arm around Kou so he can grab onto his hand. As soon as their fingers intertwine, Kou lifts their conjoined hands to his lips and kisses his knuckles lovingly. With his other hand, he reaches behind him to turn off the lamp on his nightstand, so that the only light source is the dim cream color emanating from the light above his bathroom sink. It bathes them in a soft, dreamy glow that has the familiar static of sleep pushing at the backs of his eyes. His other hand comes to a stop on Kou’s big butt, and it almost looks shiny from the way the light bounces off of it. He squeezes to check to see if he's still awake, receiving instant confirmation in the form of a quiet hum.

He kisses Kou's shoulder gently, leaving his lips pressed up against the warm skin. Like that same heat conducting, a wave of exhaustion abruptly rolls over his body - little canyons and pockets of electricity gradually shutting his senses down.

As he starts to doze off, he gently rubs Kou’s ass, tracing his fingers across the indentations left behind by his teeth. Even though he went at it for a solid thirty minutes, there’s still plenty of negative space on Kou’s ass; little patches of smooth, milky skin that went untouched by Matsuda’s mouth. He’ll be sure to correct that in the future.

“Sorry if I bit you too hard,” he says jokingly as he shakes Kou’s ass with his hand and sloppily kisses the top of his right ass cheek, leaning over to look at Kou’s pretty face when he gets no reply. His lips are parted while he snores softly, a peaceful, accomplished look painting his lovely face.

Matsuda smiles and, using his foot to grip onto the covers at the foot of the bed, brings them up to conceal their naked bodies, giving Kou’s big beautiful butt one last loving squeeze before he wraps his arms around his torso protectively.

Kou breathes in sharply, opening his eyes to glance up at Matsuda coiled around him.

"G'night, Matsu," he breathes, relaxing his body so that they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle.

"Good night, K."

He falls asleep tracing the veins on Kou’s hands.