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Tooru sighed and slumped back into his chair, watching the scene at the bar play out in front of him from his corner table. When Hajime had canceled on him at the last minute, he should have just stayed in, but in the moment he had been feeling a little put out and a lot lonely. Now, he just wanted to go home and mope.
He finished the last of his cider, eyeing the bar again, trying to decide whether or not he wanted another and also if he was going to go through with finding someone to take home, when a tall, broad someone slid into the booth across from him.
Tooru curled his lips up in what he knew was not a very nice smile. "Ah, Ushiwaka-chan. You'd better be here to buy me a drink."
"If you would like me to buy you a drink, I can," Wakatoshi said, either oblivious to or ignoring Tooru's sarcasm. They'd run into each other a few times over the past three years of school, exchanging a few words of greeting before going their separate ways. This semester, they shared a physics class and sometimes studied with each other. So they weren't… unfriendly. To Tooru's dismay, he and Ushijima actually got along very well.
Tooru rolled his eyes, dropping his smile and his shoulders into a slump. "Sure. Just get me something fruity.”
Nodding seriously, Wakatoshi flagged a waitress, placing an order for a Moscow mule and some sort of specialty cocktail that Tooru had been eyeing before just getting his cider. He kind of hated that Wakatoshi could guess his tastes so well, but he supposed he wasn’t a very secret person, so it was whatever.
“Are you ready for the test in physics next week?” Wakatoshi asked after the silence between them grew uncomfortable.
Tooru sighed dramatically. “No school talk, Ushiwaka-chan! I’m here to take a break from studying.”
“Apologies,” Wakatoshi said, and once again silence descended on the table. Tooru fidgeted, waiting, but Wakatoshi made no move to restart the conversation.
“Okay, why are you here, Ushiwaka-chan? Are you by yourself?” Tooru asked, unable to contain his curiosity any longer.
Wakatoshi shrugged. “They have fairly decent food as well as good drinks, and it is close to my apartment. I have frequented this place for a few years now. What are you doing here by yourself?”
Tooru took a sip of his drink. This should really be his last one. Obviously, this night was a wash. “Well, Iwa-chan was supposed to come meet me, but he had to go be responsible, so I decided I’d come have fun without him.”
They locked eyes. Wakatoshi didn’t even have to ask if Tooru had found the fun he was looking for. “If you’re looking for someone to talk to, I might be able to help,” Wakatoshi said. Before Tooru answered, he pointed across the bar. “That man thinks you’re cute. He’s waiting for you to come up and talk to him. I think he’d take you home if you asked.”
Tooru doesn’t know what he was waiting for—Wakatoshi to crack a grin, or roll his eyes and tell Tooru he was joking. Neither of those things happened. "Wait. You're actually being serious right now?" Tooru's glass thudded as he dropped it more forcefully than necessary. He held his breath as it tilted, but it didn't spill.
"Of course," Wakatoshi said. "There are also a few women who are interested, if you would rather..."
"I think I'd rather not be talking about this with you at all?" Tooru's voice hitched up an octave at the question. He could feel his face burning red. He glanced around, willing the damn waiter to come back and ask how they were doing, or a meteor to come crashing down on top of them. Anything to get out of this conversation. Because if nothing was there to stop him, Tooru was going to fold and ask…
"Why would you even say that, that man has only looked at me twice and he's been chatting up that other guy the whole night."
Wakatoshi shrugged. He took another measured sip of his drink. Tooru wondered if Wakatoshi paced every drink like that, or if it was an alcohol special. His attention was drawn back to Wakatoshi’s face as he started speaking. "Sexual attraction makes people act very oddly."
"Since when have you become a sex expert?" Tooru asked through a smile of gritted teeth.
Wakatoshi blinked. He almost looked surprised, which was weird, especially for the topic of conversation. "I come from a family of succubi and incubi, so I have always had a very intimate knowledge of attraction and sexual urges.”
Theoretically, Tooru knew all the words Wakatoshi just said, but strung together in the way he had just put them together made no sense. The only thing Tooru's brain wanted to focus on was whether or not Wakatoshi used the term intimate on purpose.
"Hold on," Tooru finally said.
Wakatoshi frowned. “I am not speaking.”
Tooru didn’t even make a snide comment back. “You’re telling me,” he said slowly, enunciating each word to make sure he was really saying what he thought he was saying, “that you have sex with people and, I don’t know, feed off of them?”
“Technically,” Wakatoshi started, “we feed off of the energy that the pleasure gives off…”
“I don’t care,” Tooru said, his voice faint. Wakatoshi stopped talking, but an amused, almost smug look had taken over his features. Tooru didn’t know if he’d ever seen the look before. He took a gulp of his drink, which didn’t really help, but it did get him talking again, much to his horror. “So, what? Are you here to pick someone up? Do you come here often to pick up people? Why didn’t I know this about you?”
It was irrational, but Tooru felt a little put out at the fact that he hadn’t known. They were kind of friends. They were kind of hanging out. By Wakatoshi’s reaction to Tooru’s surprise, he wasn’t keeping his part-demon-ness a secret, just as Tooru didn’t keep secret that his great grandmother had fae blood.
“I apologize,” Wakatoshi said again, but this time he didn’t sound apologetic. He still had that amused glimmer in his eyes, the one that always made Tooru a little antsy. He took another deep drink. “I wasn’t trying to keep it a secret. We do not see each other outside of class often, so it must not have come up.”
Once again Wakatoshi wasn’t wrong, but Tooru took pride in being good at knowing things about his friends that were secret. People talked to him about things. “It’s not your fault for not knowing,” Wakatoshi said, no longer trying to hide his amusement.
“Of course it’s not!” Tooru burst out, and belatedly he realized that maybe Wakatoshi was goading him into getting worked up. But now that he’d started, he wasn’t about to stop. “You’re the one who didn’t say anything about being a sex expert! I could have been asking you for advice this whole time. I could have come to you when I was horny but didn’t want to go out after studying for four hours. Instead here I am, sitting at a bar clearly not getting laid tonight.”
“If you would like, you can come home with me tonight,” Wakatoshi offered.
Tooru didn’t know what kind of alternate reality he’d found himself in, but he maybe wanted to wake up. As if sensing Tooru was at a complete loss for words, Wakatoshi continued, “I have always thought you were handsome, and you must have found me at least passingly attractive, since you said you’d have come to me before if you knew my heritage. I have had sex with many of my friends, so it would not have to complicate our relationship.”
“Oh my gosh,” Tooru said, mortified as the realization hit him that Wakatoshi probably knew every time Tooru had lusted after him when they were together (which was absolutely not often, for the record!). “Please stop talking.”
Wakatoshi nodded, his mouth working in an effort to not laugh at Tooru. “It’s a standing offer,” Wakatoshi assured him, and before Tooru could even comprehend what was happening, Wakatoshi had paid for their drinks and was ushering Tooru out the door. “You have my number if you ever change your mind.”
And with that, Wakatoshi waved goodbye to Tooru and walked toward his apartment, which fortunately was the opposite way from Tooru, or he might have changed his mind and gone home with Wakatoshi.
Which he didn’t want to do. At all. Even if he was kind of curious to see if Wakatoshi was really a sex expert, because he certainly didn’t seem like it.
No. Nope. Never going to happen.
Tooru met Hajime the next day at their usual Sunday brunch place. He had vacillated all morning between giving Hajime the cold shoulder for abandoning him to what had happened with Wakatoshi and dumping his entire bar experience the night before on him.
But Tooru didn’t know why he ever thought he’d have enough control to not talk about it, because as soon as Hajime sat at the table, the words came tumbling out of him, only stopping to give the waiter his usual order before jumping right back into it. Reciting the whole thing sounded even more bizarre—Wakatoshi, a sex demon? Wakatoshi propositioning him?
Hajime’s eyebrows were almost lost in his hair by the time Tooru finished his story. Winded and relieved at finally having unloaded everything, Tooru sat back against the booth. “And you didn’t go home with him?”
Tooru stared at Hajime and then sat right back up. “Wha—? Of course not! I just told you Ushiwaka claims to come from a family of sex demons, and you asked me why I decided not to fuck him?”
“I mean, he literally told you he found you attractive! Although I don’t know how anyone who’s heard you speak could still want to fuck you, true,” Hajime said.
“Hey!” Tooru said, but Hajime ignored him.
“Well, if you aren’t going to take him up on that offer, then I’ll give him a call. Why would you turn down what could possibly be the best sex of your life?”
Tooru’s face burned red. He slumped back into the booth again as the two women kitty-corner from them shot him a horrified look. “Iwa-chan, he’s my enemy!” he hissed. “How could I possibly just jump into his bed just because he claims to be good at sex?”
“First of all,” Hajime said, pausing to thank the waiter as he dropped their food off, “your dramatic ass is the only one who thinks you’re enemies. Rivals, maybe, but now you literally go to the same school, and you aren’t even on the same volleyball teams because you’re playing on a pro team and he’s still playing collegiate. Secondly, you’ve been wanting to jump his bones, like, since you knew you liked guys. No, don’t deny it!”
Tooru closed his mouth against all the arguments he’d lined up for this very instance. Because maybe Hajime wasn’t wrong, exactly, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Hajime gleefully took a bite of food. “So this is the perfect opportunity for you to get it out of your system. Wakatoshi has given you an open invitation to have sex with him, and it’s basically guaranteed that you’re going to have a great time because the better time you have, the better Wakatoshi’s going to eat.”
Tooru wrinkled his nose at the thought. He knew, hypothetically, how a feeding worked. He’d had a friend of a friend who was a succubus and explained one time when they were drunk, in great detail, how the energy of lust and attraction felt as it filled them. He moved his food around on his plate, eating a few listless bites as his thoughts kept spinning around and around Wakatoshi.
“Just text him,” Hajime finally said, but before Tooru could explain how that was actually a terrible idea, the two women from the corner loudly started leaving. One of them met Tooru’s eyes and smirked as she walked by. The other paused at his shoulder.
“Honey, your friend is right. You should take the offer—I never regretted it,” she whispered, not so quietly, and patted him on the shoulder. Hajime covered his mouth with his hand, but Tooru could hear the laugh he struggled to contain.
“I’m not hungry,” Tooru declared, throwing his napkin on the table. His face had never been redder, he was certain. He thought maybe he would just find a hole to crawl into and never come out.
“No, you’re not. You’re thirsty, and even the old ladies know it,” Hajime agreed, and Tooru kicked at his shin viciously until Hajime threatened to dump his coffee over his head.
The next week of school was the worst for Tooru, concentration-wise.
If there was one thing Tooru prided himself on, it was his ability to focus on whatever needed to be done. It’s why he was such a good student, such a good volleyball player. But Wakatoshi’s bombshell announcement had shaken Tooru so much that even his tried and true study habits were thrown into disarray.
He passed the physics exam by the skin of his teeth. He was lucky he was good at physics, otherwise Wakatoshi’s presence next to him would have driven him absolutely mad. He dashed away after the test and hid in his room for the rest of the day.
But he couldn’t avoid Wakatoshi forever, and so two days later he found himself sitting next to Wakatoshi, once again in physics. “Are we going to study together tonight?” he asked Tooru. “I know the test is past, but I have been struggling with the new unit. If you are not up for explaining it to me, I’ll ask the TA.”
“No,” Tooru blurted. Wakatoshi raised his eyebrows and Tooru scolded himself silently at the eagerness in his voice. “I mean, we can study. I have a room in the library reserved already. Is seven okay?”
Wakatoshi nodded, a pleased smile on his face. Tooru absolutely wasn’t distracted by it. At all. “Seven is perfect. See you then.”
Okay, so maybe his and Hajime’s conversation hadn’t left his mind. And maybe Tooru had been seriously thinking about this whole proposition, even if he didn’t want to admit it to anyone. Maybe he kind of, a little bit, found Wakatoshi attractive. How could he not?
So maybe, as a little treat for getting through midterms, he would let himself sleep with Wakatoshi. Just once. Just to see if it was as great as Hajime seemed to think it would be.
With that resolve, seven that evening couldn’t come soon enough. He powered his way through dinner, making it to the library a half hour early and stalking the study room he had reserved until the group left ten minutes early and he commandeered it. Then, he paced around and around until Wakatoshi showed up.
“Is everything alright?” he asked, a small frown on his face as he saw Tooru’s pacing.
“Perfect!” Tooru answered, feeling a little bit maniacal. Wakatoshi’s frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything more as he took out his books and flipped to their homework assignment.
Tooru forced himself to sit, his feet tapping an anxious rhythm on the floor as he listened to Wakatoshi’s questions and helped him through the problem that had stumped him. As he did, Tooru felt himself relax into the easy cadence of physics problems and conversing with Wakatoshi. Their study time had come to be a high point in Tooru’s week, a strangely relaxing evening even with the stress of homework. It was something about Wakatoshi—his calm, sturdy presence, his non-judgement and the way he could talk Tooru down from an anxiety spiral. With Wakatoshi, he felt safe to just be.
“So,” Tooru said as he finished up with his equation, purposefully keeping his gaze trained on the paper in front of him. “If we were to do this thing… what would that entail?”
He heard Wakatoshi’s pencil stop scratching against his paper. He couldn’t help but glance over at Wakatoshi after a few excruciating seconds of silence. His brows were furrowed in confusion, but before Tooru could figure out how to be more explicit about his ask, his expression cleared, understanding dawning on his face. “You would like to sleep together?”
Tooru groaned, dropping his head to his book. “Yes, Ushiwaka,” Tooru said, his voice muffled by the pages, “that’s what I was getting at.”
Wakatoshi shifted. Tooru raised his head to see that he had leaned closer to Tooru, his eyes burning with intensity. “Are you free on Saturday night? My roommate will be gone and I don’t have practice in the morning.”
“Yeah,” Tooru said, his voice wrong. He cleared his throat. “Um, yes. I’m free Saturday.”
“You might be a little more tired than usual the next day, but it shouldn’t be detrimental,” Wakatoshi explained. “I can’t consume nearly as much energy as full-blooded incubi and succubi, but the lethargy can linger. You probably won’t even notice the energy exchange.”
Tooru waited, but Wakatoshi didn’t say anything else. “That’s all?” he finally asked.
Wakatoshi once again looked confused. “Is there something else you want to discuss?” he asked. “Do you prefer something more… unconventional? I just got tested, and I’m clean.”
Face flaming, Tooru shrugged, the movement jerky. “I don’t know! I’m just asking! I don’t usually hook up with my friends, and you do!”
Wakatoshi considered Tooru for a long moment. “Are you proposing a long-term engagement?” he finally asked. “Friends with benefits?”
“I…” Tooru said, but realized he didn’t know.
“Let’s see how Saturday goes,” Wakatoshi said when Tooru didn’t finish his sentence. “And then we can discuss what that will look like for us.”
Tooru nodded, and before he could make a bigger fool of himself, he turned their attention back to the homework in front of them.
It didn’t take long to finish and soon, they were packing up their things. “Have a good evening,” Wakatoshi said as he went for the door.
“I want…” Tooru said. Wakatoshi paused, his hand on the doorknob. Tooru took a deep breath and said, all at once, “Don’t make it nice.”
Wakatoshi’s eyes burned as they met Tooru’s. “I can do that,” he said, his voice low and hungry and the timber sent a shiver of arousal down Tooru’s spine. “I’ll see you Saturday, Tooru. Bring gym clothes if you think you’ll be up for the gym on Sunday.”
With that, Wakatoshi left. Tooru’s eyes followed him as he made his way to the stairs, stopping to say hello to one of the librarians that usually worked that shift. He couldn’t believe he was doing this.
Saturday couldn’t come soon enough.
Tooru took the stairs up to Wakatoshi’s apartment at a snail’s pace. He had gone back and forth before finally packing an overnight bag, and now he gripped the strap on his shoulder tightly. He was really doing this. He was really going to sleep with Ushijima Wakatoshi.
It was both a dream and a nightmare come true all at once, and his heart was beating hard and fast in anticipation.
Eventually, he made it to the door. He shifted his bag, checked his phone, and then turned it off and threw it in the bag. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door.
It seemed to take ages for Wakatoshi to open it. He was dressed casually, in a loose-fitting t-shirt from the school’s volleyball team and sweats. Tooru didn’t know why the look made his mouth dry. “Hello,” Wakatoshi said, opening the door and gesturing Tooru in.
Tooru had been to Wakatoshi’s before, a few times to study when they were too slow to book a study room at the library and they were full. His apartment was neat and unassuming, but he’d never seen Wakatoshi’s bedroom. “Would you like something to drink?” Wakatoshi asked, making his way to the kitchen.
“Um, water, I guess?” Tooru said, watching as Wakatoshi poured two glasses of water. He handed one to Tooru, and then nodded his head toward the hallway. “You can put it on the nightstand. You’ll need to drink it all tonight.”
Tooru bristled at being told what to do, but he knew Wakatoshi wasn’t wrong. He took a small sip of the water before following Wakatoshi into his room.
It was… nice. Minimal, like the living areas, but here Tooru could see little touches of Wakatoshi’s personality—manga and books decorated his shelves, posters and pictures of volleyball games and teammates and professionals hung on the walls. His desk had a set of cute little figurines Tooru never would have guessed Wakatoshi collected.
Tooru dropped his bag by the desk, turning toward Wakatoshi. He was watching Tooru, a strange intensity on his face that made Tooru swallow hard. “Oh, we’re just going to jump right in, then?” Tooru said, trying to act cool even though his heart had started beating faster and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. “Not even going to ask me how my day was first?”
Wakatoshi walked toward him. Tooru felt the energy around them shift, suddenly electric. He could have sworn he’d seen Wakatoshi’s eyes glow, just a little. “How was your day, Tooru?”
“Good. Um, great, actually,” Tooru said, trying to get his brain to work properly. But this close, Wakatoshi smelled so good, and the heat of his body so inviting. “How was yours?”
Wakatoshi stepped closer, and now there was barely an inch of space between them. “Can’t complain. I had practice early. I prepped meals for next week. I did laundry and changed my sheets…”
“Oh my god, would you just kiss me already?” Tooru growled.
Wakatoshi smirked. “You’re the one who wanted to make small talk before we got to it. Would you like me to take control now, or do you think you know what you want better than I do?”
Tooru straightened up and scoffed. “Oh? You think you know what I want? What I’m into? Why don’t you tell me then?”
Wakatoshi studied Tooru, who stood tall, refusing to flinch at the heavy gaze even as his body yearned to crash into him and get this started. "You wish for your pride to be broken. To beg to feel pleasure at my feet. And you will."
Tooru's lips turned up in a snarling smile. "On second thought, I'd rather do this myself..."
Wakatoshi’s hand wrapped around Tooru's bicep, iron hard. Tooru stiffened, more excited than he had anticipated as Wakatoshi took control. "You are here now. And your aura is stronger than before."
Before Tooru could retort, Wakatoshi had already started leading him across the room to the bed. He opened his mouth, probably to protest, but Wakatoshi didn’t let him. He put his hand on the back of Tooru’s neck, his fingers tugging at Tooru’s hair as he pulled him closer and kissed him.
Tooru sank into him without a fight. Their mouths clashed together, hungry and possessive. Tooru gripped onto Wakatoshi’s shoulders, feeling his strong, firm muscles beneath his hands. He couldn’t believe he was doing this—that it had taken him this long to do it.
Wakatoshi guided him down to the bed, his mouth still on Tooru’s. Tooru gasped as Wakatoshi tugged his head back by his hair, exposing his throat, and moved his attention there, nipping and sucking a line of attention on his unblemished skin. “Beautiful,” Wakatoshi said, before kissing Tooru once more. This time, he pressed himself closer to Tooru, the hard planes of his body pressing against him chest-to-chest, stomach-to-stomach, hip-to-hip. Tooru’s hands found Wakatoshi’s face and he traced his cheekbones, his jawline. He bent his legs and spread them, inviting Wakatoshi closer.
Wakatoshi’s hands found the hem of Tooru’s shirt and rucked it up, his calloused fingers leaving goosebumps on Tooru’s skin as he traced the muscles on his stomach. Not to be outdone, Tooru pushed his hands up the back of Wakatoshi’s shirt, feeling his back muscles, the wings of his shoulder blades.
Wakatoshi pulled Tooru’s shirt up and off of him, throwing it behind him. He dropped his mouth to Tooru’s exposed nipple and sucked, his fingers playing with his other. Tooru gasped, arching his back up into Wakatoshi’s ministrations. In the back of his mind, Tooru was still surprised at Wakatoshi’s unfaltering confidence, in the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch Tooru and how to make him feel the most pleasure.
After a few minutes, Wakatoshi kissed his way down Tooru’s stomach. Tooru has just enough sense to pull his head up to see Wakatoshi unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off, revealing an already half hard cock. “No underwear,” Wakatoshi said, his voice low and dangerous. He pulled his eyes up to meet Tooru’s and the expression sent a shiver of arousal down Tooru’s spine. He looked like he wanted to eat Tooru alive.
Instead, he hiked Tooru’s knees over his shoulders and continued his path down Tooru’s body. “Toshi!” Tooru gasps as his teeth nip into the soft skin of his inner thigh. Wakatoshi held him firm as he lavished his thighs with attention, careful to steer clear of the area Tooru most wanted his mouth on. “Would you just get to it already?” Tooru finally said, his voice wrecked after he couldn’t stand the teasing any longer. He was embarrassingly hard, and nothing had even touched his dick yet.
Wakatoshi met his eyes again, held them as he ran his hands back up over Tooru’s thighs and pressed his thumbs right underneath Tooru’s balls and stroked. Tooru let out an involuntary moan, a sharp bolt of pleasure coursing through his body. Wakatoshi continued to fondle them, reaching further back and pressing a finger against Tooru’s hole. His eyes widened slightly and Tooru grinned.
“You have prepared,” Wakatoshi murmured as his finger dipped inside of Tooru easily. His surprise was replaced once again by that look of sheer hunger. “Of course you have. You’re always such a good boy, aren’t you? Always know exactly what you want and how to get it.”
Tooru shivered, both pleased and a little humiliated at Wakatoshi’s words. “Toshi…” he started but Wakatoshi didn’t let him finish.
“I haven’t heard you beg yet,” he announced, and Tooru squeaked as another finger joined the first, pressing further inside of him. “What do you want, Tooru?”
“You to fuck me,” Tooru answered promptly, pleased that his voice was at least steady and not absolutely debauched. “And you’re doing a pretty poor job of it.”
Wakatoshi’s fingers disappeared from inside of him. He stood, dropping Tooru’s legs. Tooru sat up, feeling very exposed, naked while Wakatoshi was still fully dressed. “Foreplay is important,” Wakatoshi said seriously, then took off his shirt. Tooru couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not, but all his snide words vanished as Wakatoshi took his clothes off, revealing his body one piece of clothing at a time.
Tooru knew Wakatoshi's body was pretty damn attractive, but he hadn't really been prepared for the sheer athleticism of his physique. He’d been around athletes his whole life—hell, he knew his own body was good looking. But seeing Wakatoshi’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, all muscles sculpted to perfection (his pecs! Tooru definitely wasn’t distracted by them at all) made Tooru’s mouth dry as he took him in.
And… of course he was proportioned in all aspects. Tooru’s eyes widened when he saw Wakatoshi’s dick—it was thick and long, sure to stretch Tooru to his limit, and he wasn’t even fully hard yet. Whatever look he had on his face had Wakatoshi smirking, and he reached for the lube on his bedside table. Once he’d coated his hand he started stroking himself. Tooru’s eyes were drawn down to his hand, of course they were, of course that’s what Wakatoshi had intended of the movement. Tooru couldn’t believe how sure he looked doing it, how utterly shameless he was. It made his cock twitch, which of course didn’t go unnoticed by Wakatoshi. “What did you want, Tooru?”
Tooru licked his lips. “You.”
Wakatoshi rejoined him on the bed, pushing him back against his pillows which smelled so much of Wakatoshi, it was almost overwhelming. Wakatoshi kissed Tooru again, his hands groping Tooru’s ass. “You’re so perfect,” Wakatoshi panted into Tooru’s mouth, and Tooru keened when their hips slotted together. Wakatoshi held Tooru close to him, grinding against him as he pressed two fingers inside of him, no longer gentle as he stretched Tooru. “You want this so badly. You want me so badly.”
“Mhm,” Tooru mumbled against his lips. He could feel his fingers dig into Wakatoshi’s back as Wakatoshi added a third finger inside of him. He groaned when Wakatoshi shifted away from him, his hips canting up to find that delicious friction he’d had just moments ago.
“Turn around,” Wakatoshi said.
Tooru pouted and rolled his eyes but did as asked, propping himself up on his knees and spreading them further. He turned to look over his shoulder as Wakatoshi placed a hand on the small of his back and pushed, making him arch further. “Fuck,” Wakatoshi said, and the word out of his mouth caused Tooru to shiver.
“I know I’m nice to look at, but would you just fuck me already?” Tooru asked.
Wakatoshi raised an eyebrow. “Impatient,” he said, but he lined his cock up with Tooru’s hole and began pushing inside.
Tooru groaned, dropping his head onto his forearms and spreading his legs further to help accommodate Wakatoshi’s girth. Wakatoshi reached around and finally, finally, took hold of Tooru’s dick. “Yes,” Tooru breathed, thrusting shallowly into Wakatoshi’s hand and back onto his cock. “Fuck, Toshi, you feel so good, so good.”
Wakatoshi grunted, leaning over Tooru so that his chest pressed against his back. Tooru felt his lips brush the underside of his jaw as he thrust deeper into him. He pulled out almost entirely before sinking back into Tooru’s warm, tight heat. “Fuck,” Tooru hissed, “I’m close. Keep going Toshi, yes like that. Fuck!”
Tooru jolted as a bolt of pleasure ripped through him. His cock was aching, precome leaking into Wakatoshi’s hand. Wakatoshi chuckled. “Found it,” he murmured into the shell of Tooru’s ear as he thrust into the spot that made Tooru see stars, again and again. Tooru could feel his pleasure building as Wakatoshi found a steady, even rhythm. All of his previous restraint fell away as Ushijima’s hand manipulated his dick, his fingers firm and coaxing, the skin of his palm rough as it dragged up, then back. Tooru thrust into Wakatoshi’s hand, could feel his orgasm, right there, so close…
Wakatoshi’s movements stopped, his fingers squeezing the base of Tooru’s cock as he bottomed out inside of Tooru and stopped moving.
“No!” Tooru gasped, turning his head to see Wakatoshi staring down at him, his mouth slightly curled into a smirk. He tried to buck into Wakatoshi’s frozen grip, but Wakatoshi pinned him down, “What the fuck?! Let me...I need…”
“You have not begged yet,” Wakatoshi answered, slowly rolling his hips out and then back into Tooru, as if he hadn’t just done this seconds before. Tooru shivered at the slow drag, a moan dropping from his lips. He struggled to press back, shift forward, anything to make Wakatoshi pick up the pace, to give him more, but Wakatoshi kept up his brutally slow thrusting. Tooru whined in frustration. “Beg, Tooru.”
“I...I need to…” Tooru let out a yell of frustration, pushing hard against Wakatoshi’s unyielding mass.
“That is not begging,” Wakatoshi said, his fingers sliding up Tooru’s dick again. Tooru could hear the vindictive pleasure in his tone, and it just made him more furious and more aroused. His fingers danced across the tip of Tooru’s dick, his thumb stroking at the wetness there firmly and brutally, and Tooru let out a wail that sounded close to a sob as his pleasure once again peaked before Wakatoshi moved his hand away, once again stilling his movements so Tooru couldn’t fall over the edge of pleasure. “Toshi!” Tooru gasped or sobbed, he wasn’t sure anymore.
“How many times would you like to do this, Tooru? To get so close to your orgasm and then have it taken away? Just ask me for it.”
“Fuck…Fuck you,” Tooru hissed, finally realizing what Wakatoshi was getting at. Wakatoshi shrugged, and once again began thrusting, his breath warm against Tooru’s cheek. This time, there was nothing for Tooru to hump against and he growled, frustrated.
“You know what to do,” Wakatoshi said as he slowed again, this time with just the head of his cock inside of him. Tooru hated the way all this didn’t seem to bother him, as if he could tease Tooru like this all night, seemingly unruffled as Tooru fell more and more apart.
“Okay, okay, Toshi let me come. Please.”
Wakatoshi sheathed himself completely inside of Tooru, panting into Tooru’s ear. Tooru stopped struggling, pulling back so he could just make out the small smirk that was still on Wakatoshi’s lips. “No.”
“No?” Tooru said, gaping up at Wakatoshi.
“No,” Wakatoshi confirmed. “You can take more. You haven’t begged me properly yet.”
Once again Wakatoshi sped up his thrusts, holding Tooru’s hips at just the right angle that he couldn’t find friction on the mattress. He whimpered, trying desperately to press closer to the sheets, to find that sweet, sweet release, but Wakatoshi held firm, his cock pressing into Tooru, filling him so full, hitting his prostate. When Wakatoshi’s hand touched him again it was on his balls, fondling them while his thumb stroked at the base of his cock. Tooru screamed in frustration, in desperation, tears fringing his eyelashes as he almost, almost found his release and Wakatoshi once again released his grip on him and stopped moving. And then he did it again, and this time the feeling of the sheets underneath Tooru, brushing just barely against the underside of his cock, made him feel like he was going insane.
“Please!” Tooru shouted as Wakatoshi once again slowed, ready to start over again and leave Tooru on the edge. “Toshi...Toshi, I can’t… please, not again… I need it, please please let me come, let me come. Please.”
“There,” Wakatoshi whispered, kissing Tooru’s tear-wet cheek. “You are ready now.”
And with that, Wakatoshi thrust into him at a brutal pace, filling him so full Tooru could do nothing but shout a string of incoherent words. He pumped Tooru’s dick one, two, three and Tooru was gone, coming harder than he thought he ever had. He hardly noticed when Wakatoshi finished himself, and came back to hazy reality when Ushijima leaned down, inhaling deeply into his neck. “That was…” Tooru said when he caught his breath.
“Amazing,” Wakatoshi rumbled, and Tooru felt the word more than he heard it. He also felt Wakatoshi’s lips brush across his shoulder, and a small shiver ran up his spine. “Was that okay? I am sorry, if I was too rough. Sometimes I get carried away…”
Tooru snickered. “I mean, I told you to be mean. I just wasn’t really expecting it like that, from you of all people. But I don’t think I’ve ever blacked out during an orgasm either, so there’s that. Don’t let it go to your head.”
“You didn’t black out, but your eyes rolled back into your head,” Wakatoshi said, and when Tooru opened his mouth to retort, he saw that same playful look that he had the week before, and again before they’d fallen into bed together. Wakatoshi pulled out of Tooru slowly and Tooru groaned at the loss of him. He watched Wakatoshi from where he was laying on the bed as he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a washcloth and towel. He was gentle as he cleaned Tooru, all traces of the dominating force that he’d been just minutes before gone. He helped Tooru get under the covers and leaned down, kissing Tooru softly on the temple once he was situated. Tooru hummed, feeling his eyelids droop. “We can… do it again,” Tooru said hazily.
Wakatoshi chuckled. “Maybe later. Right now, you should sleep.”
Well, Tooru didn’t need to be told twice. He drifted off as Wakatoshi slipped under the blankets next to him and he cuddled closer, feeling Wakatoshi’s arm drape across him.
Of course, Tooru was sore when he woke up. He groaned, wincing as he sat up.
Wakatoshi stirred, opening his eyes. “Morning,” he said, his voice raspy with sleep. It startled Tooru, the sound, and how endearing it was.
“Good morning,” Tooru said around a yawn and winced when he shifted his weight.
“Do you feel okay?” Wakatoshi asked, his eyebrows creased in concern.
Tooru rolled his eyes. “Have you seen yourself? It’ll just take some getting used to.”
It took Tooru a few seconds to realize what he’d said. Wakatoshi sat up and cleared his throat. “You alluded to a long-term affair before. Is this… still something that you’re interested in?”
Tooru felt a blush rise on his cheeks. “Maybe. If you want to?”
“Yes, I would like that,” Wakatoshi said. His answer came so quick, Tooru paused for a second, a little taken aback. Wakatoshi cleared his throat. “I mean. We were very compatible. It could be beneficial for both of us, to have casual sex with each other, no strings attached.”
Tooru didn’t know why hearing Wakatoshi say it out loud, like that, made him feel disappointed. But it wasn’t like that wasn’t what he wanted, because it was. So much. He hadn’t had an orgasm like that… ever. He hadn’t even known it was possible to feel that good, to have his pleasure built up and up and up like that before his release. And Wakatoshi wasn’t wrong—they’d been more than compatible. It had felt like Wakatoshi had reached inside of him and known exactly what to do to make him feel the best.
Well. Sex demon heritage, Tooru reminded himself. Wakatoshi probably made all his partners feel that way.
“Okay,” Tooru said. “Friends with benefits. Nothing more. Either one of us can call it off whenever we want, no hard feelings. But that doesn’t mean we can’t kiss, does it?”
Wakatoshi grinned and leaned down, kissing Tooru. Tooru sighed into his mouth and let himself get lost in the kiss. Which did lead to lazy morning sex, not nearly as intense as the night before but Wakatoshi seemed even more in tune with Tooru. Eventually, they got up, took a shower, ate, and went to the gym as promised, even though they had to accommodate Tooru’s soreness. When dinner came around, Tooru forced himself to pack up his overnight bag and head back home, after scheduling their next encounter.
“Oh and next time,” Wakatoshi said as Tooru was about to open the door. Tooru paused, turning back to see Wakatoshi’s burning look. “I want to prepare you myself.”
Face burning, Tooru stumbled down the stairs and back to his apartment, already looking forward to their next encounter.