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Dating Akito was a new development.

But it didn’t feel new, not in a way Toya expected from what sounded like a drastic change. They were already inseparable, after all.

Buried beneath their partnership, they had always filled a similar role in each other’s lives, that difference extensively blurred with years spent together.

The weight of Akito’s hand resting on his shoulders was already expected, so it didn’t feel particularly different when his own hand became the new target. Sure, his heart skipped a beat as their fingers truly laced together for the first time, no longer the fleeting brushes of sleeves. But he quickly adapted to such changes.

Loving Akito was easy. He had been practicing for years.

First date, first hug, first kiss– he savored every one of those experiences like the previous ones Akito had graciously shown him as partners. Their dynamics had already been so well established; Toya didn’t suspect there to be many altercations.

So it felt natural when, during a lunch break on the rooftop, Akito set his unfinished sandwich aside and shoved his phone into Toya’s hand.

Looking down at the screen, he could feel a sharp gaze locked onto his face, monitoring his expression.

“Your upcoming stay has been confirmed," the subject read. Toya skimmed through a few more lines.

He blinked a few times before realization hit.

Heat flared up within him as vaguely imagined scenes popped into his mind. Gulping and looking up slowly, Akito’s gaze burned into him then.

“We don’t have group practice tonight,” he said lowly, the edge of raspiness made his heart jolt, “so I thought…”

Almost stuttering towards the end, his face flushed, “but only if you are ready, I wouldn’t want to force you into—“

“Okay,” Toya smiled, cutting him off— a rare situation— because it wasn’t a decision he had to make. Only one option crossed his mind.

“I want to do it with Akito, too.”

His boyfriend’s mouth fell open, and Toya handed him back his phone.

“I’ll be in your care tonight,” he said, more shyly this time.

Akito had prepared well— lube, condom, wipes, everything they could possibly need in this situation.

It started with a simple press of the lips, and then his mouth was pried open by softness, with Akito’s hand drifting down to unclasp the buttons on his shirt. The cool air of the hotel room bit at his exposed skin, making him shiver. So he lifted his hands and returned the favor for Akito.

Inexperienced, they went through it slowly, savoring each step of the process. By the time they were both sitting naked, the sunlight filtering through the sheer curtain bled golden.

It felt warm when the creeping patch of light reached where they were on the bed. But burning him from the inside out was Akito.

The lube didn’t serve much of its purpose.

Toya clutched onto the pillow, kneading and pulling the fabric to deal with the heat throbbing within him. As the rhythm of their breathing synchronized, Akito began to move. Slowly, pulling out and thrusting in, repeating the motion until their breaths staccatoed again.

Leaning in, he kissed him sensually, hand sliding up his forearm until their palms pressed together. Toya dug his fingers into the back of Akito’s hand, his knuckles blanching.

His walls pulsated in response to the throbbing, connected in a way that made his heart swell despite the thin layer of rubber in between.

Their rhythm increased in tempo, and Akito groaned quietly into his neck, his hips stuttering. Allocating a hand, he jerked Toya’s bobbing cock harshly, squeezing and pressing the length weeping into his palm.

It didn’t take much more of that before they were coming together, with Toya’s heels digging into Akito’s lower back.

Besides the burst of fluid plastering against his stomach, a strange sensation flared up in his lower abdomen, dissimilar to the type of orgasm he was used to. As he felt Akito coming inside him, his semen lapping against his walls through the thin barrier, a gush rushed out from deep within him. Akito grunted gutturally in response.

Back arching, his thighs spasmed through the intensity, kept shaking even after Akito had calmed down from the high, had pushed himself up.

Whimpering in confusion, Toya tiredly lifted his head to look at their connection.

It was more than drenched— their stomachs, thighs— soaked, and a stream of fluid was steadily squirting out of his cunt still.

Following his line of sight, Akito visibly gulped. He started to pull out slowly.

Another large gush rushed out immediately after.

Through the ringing in his ears he heard Akito curse, his eyes glued onto his fluttering, squirting cunt. He slipped the condom off and tied it with a knot. It took several tries, and Toya watched as he reached for another one in the box.

“Can we go again?” His boyfriend looked back at him, hand still hovered midair.

Toya nodded. He slipped it on for him this time.

Sex with Akito felt better than he could have ever imagined.

Hormonal and impulsive are common descriptors for people their age. Toya thinks neither fits him.

For the most part, because he is waking up to a puddle of cooling viscousness between his legs.

Still drowsy, his semi-hardened dick twitches. Just that is sobering enough, but more so is his spasming cunt, damping his boxers and his inner thighs. He feels heavy, unrested as something inside him bristles with need.

Dating Akito didn’t feel like much of a change, because love was already present, an open secret between them, but not this– this insatiable hunger, passion, lust. Whatever it is that’s causing him to toss and turn in his sleep, jostled awake by it.

Like a switch that has been flipped on, all the raging hormones he never worried about have come crashing down. His only solace is that Akito has been complicit.

The morning after that first time, Akito had kissed him good morning, helped fix his hair, and rode the subway with him to school. Toya thought that was the end of it.

Until afternoon practice, when just seeing Akito in sweat evoked images of the previous night. It only exacerbated when their eyes met, and instantly Toya knew that he knew.

“You need to stop looking at me like that during practice,” Akito rasped later, when their lengths were grinding against one another in a random alleyway. His fingers dug into Toya’s hips.

Like what, Toya half wanted to ask. Instead, he bit on his knuckle to stop the moans from alerting any potential passerby.

The present-day Toya does the same when he sneaks a hand down. His clit is already flushed, peeking out of his inner lips, easily accessible like a ripened fruit weighing down the branch. Jolting, he presses two fingers against it before beginning to move. Another wave of slick seeps out.

Later in the day, Toya watches as Akito rolls up his sleeves. Grabbing their mics, the muscles on his forearm subtly flex with the motion.

The bustling vibrancy of a busy livehouse is always electrifying. His heart rate speeds up even just standing backstage.

Playing with the necklace Akito has lent him, his fingers twitch ever so slightly. He purses his lips.

Behind him, An is talking excitedly to Kohane, loud enough for him to make out the enunciation. But he really isn’t listening, attention drawn to his own partner walking towards him.

Akito hands him his mic, their fingertips grazing each others’ briefly. The same warmth brushes past the shell of his ear, when the strand of hair blocking his peripheral gets tucked behind.

“Ready?” Akito smiles at him.

His head is pounding, the short attack of the drums banging against his temples. When he opens his mouth and feels the resonance of the first syllable leaving his throat, Akito glances at him.

Toya does the same out of pure habit, and their eyes meet for a split second, until his partner looks ahead at the crowd again.

The smallest grin graces Akito’s visage as he raises his microphone.

His nails are painted orange from their last event, a similar hue to the metallic band around Toya’s microphone.

The flashing lights dye his figure into different colors, ever-changing with the drumbeat’s increasing tempo. Akito wets his lips and tightens his hold around the mic.

The way his jacket shifts.

The slight dangle of his earrings.

The little inhale he takes.

And when Akito’s voice cuts through his, he can’t seem to hear anything else for a brief moment, not even his own voice.

Numbness spreads throughout his body, redirecting his attention to his throat and ears. A pit of fire simmers in his core. His stomach tightens, sinking lower and lower.

Toya raises his volume, chasing after that of his partner’s.

In the steady pitch of his own voice, Akito's ringing one lifts higher with every passing beat.

Toya couldn’t help but turn his head towards him, attracted by the source like a moth to light.

Akito looks completely within his element. He wears a confident smile, eyes gleaming in different hues as the stage lights pool in them. A drop of sweat slides down his temple in the rising heat of the livehouse.

The air around Akito feels electric. His stage presence is insane.

Staring, Toya’s mouth suddenly goes dry. He’s lucky that their stage outfit calls for an oversized shirt, its length long enough to cover any indecency.

With the leftover adrenaline coursing through his body amongst other hormones, Toya remains shaking slightly, even when it is just the two of them left in the dressing room. He lifts his water bottle to his lips, although he’s not really thirsty anymore.

Akito has his back turned when he puts the towel hanging around his neck into his duffel bag.

“Tomorrow,” he starts, pulling the zippers close, “do you want to meet up earlier before night practice? There’s that new cafe near the park.”

Caught mid-gulp, he swallows too soon and coughs uncontrollably, his eyes watering as the liquid burns against his throat.

Akito is in front of him in an instant. He rubs his back, and the sensation passes just as quickly. The leftover heat of the stage radiating off his palm sears into his shirt, causing him to jolt.

“The cafe sounds good,” he rasps, a beat too quickly.

Akito’s hand on his back pauses, and Toya can feel the gaze above.

His shoulders lock at that, his posture turning rigid. Fingers tightening around the water bottle, the condensation drips down the inside of his hand.

“You okay?” Akito removes his hand, proceeds to help him pack away the last of his items, “no need to rush.”

“Yeah,” Toya breathes out a sigh, “sorry to have worried you, Akito.”

The room’s dim, fluorescent light flickers against Akito’s side profile. The yellow streak in his hair glows faintly, and the sweat-damp strands curl at his nape. Through the low collar, Toya can see sharp collarbones peeking out. He wills himself to focus on the metallic glint of the earring instead.

Akito zips up the second duffel bag before turning to face him.

“Toya.”

“Hm?”

“Lift your shirt up.”

The change in tone sends a shudder rippling through his body, his length and cunt throbbing simultaneously.

His partner has sniffed him out after all. So…there’s no point in hiding, right?

Hands shaking, Toya grips onto the bottom of his shirt.

The black fabric rolls up to his waist.

He shifts his gaze to the side, too nervous to see Akito’s reaction and his own tenting wetness. Trembling, he can practically feel the piercing gaze staring at his embarrassment.

His body responds eagerly despite the sinking feeling in his stomach and throat. Another gush of slick gets soaked by his undergarment that is probably already drenched, his thighs trembling along.

Toya doesn’t remember how they managed to stumble out of the livehouse and into the nearest hotel. Luckily, there’s no shortage of those in this part of town. Maybe there is some logic to his father’s disapproval, but he really doesn’t want to be thinking of the old man right now.

Akito has his hand in a tight grip the entire time, dragging him through the neighborhood. The night breeze pricks at his face and neck, cooler than it should feel due to evaporating sweat.

The chill does nothing to extinguish the flame pooling in his stomach.

Despite the absurdity of the situation, Toya smiles as they pass by neon signs and other teenagers still wandering about at this hour. Akito’s accessories dangle and bump into each other during their brisk walk, his fluffy hair bobbing along, vibrant shade striking amongst the silvery moonlight paving their way.

Everything else is a blur until the door to their temporary room swings open.

Clarity briefly graces Toya when Akito pins him against the closed door, but it’s thrown away again the instant their lips meld together roughly.

By the time he is sitting on the edge of the bed, their clothes are scattered across the floor.

Akito’s palm slides up his waist easily, the temperature of the initial contact burns before it moves down and settles on his exposed thigh. His pants and undergarments have long been taken off when they were stumbling through the foyer.

The intense kiss gradually mellows out, until it becomes just a string of saliva connecting their tongues.

Then Akito slowly sinks to his knees, until he’s at eye level with his crotch.

A surprised whimper leaves Toya’s mouth as his boyfriend leans in, giving him enough time to stop him.

Toya spreads his legs further apart.

Goosebumps sprawl up his forearms when Akito’s exhalations lap against his inner thighs. Instinctively, he tries to close them, but his boyfriend stops him this time.

Akito presses kisses into his skin as he makes his way to the base of his thigh, his canine teeth ghosting over his path there.

Toya can’t describe the slippery, wet sensation pressing against his labia. Trembling, his eyes glaze over as his boyfriend laps at it a few times, before digging in between sensitive folds.

Licking up a strip, Akito presses the flat of his tongue against his clit, prodding the swollen nub.

His body jerks backward, but Akito maintains a tight grip on his thighs. Unaffected by the sudden motion, he swirls his tongue around his clit before taking it into his mouth.

Toya involuntarily squeeze his thighs around the orange head as pressure and warmth envelop his flushed clit. The inside of Akito’s mouth is so hot, and the things that tongue is doing make him want to scream.

He almost does when Akito starts flicking against the abused clit while sucking rhythmically. Toya burrows his fingers into the fluffy strands. He’s unsure if he wants to push him into his spasming cunt or halt the overwhelming sensation.

Akito decides for him, pressing his face further into the wet heat.

The soreness there accumulates alarmingly, spreading throughout him and gathering in his lower abdomen, ready to burst too soon. Streams of precum drip down his twitching dick.

He can’t help but wrap a hand around it, pumping his length in sync with the dexterous tongue. The doubled pleasure is enough to make him whimper loudly.

“Akito—it, ahh, feels so good, I’m, I’m going to—“

His boyfriend lifts his face slightly, lets him look at the way his tongue flicks against his clit. Toya thinks he sees the hint of a smile as their eyes meet.

This is Akito, he realizes suddenly, his partner, whose voice he loves so much, but… but that mouth is being used to—

Akito maintains eye contact as he presses into his cunt again, sucking on his clit.

The pressurized feeling in his core bursts at once.

His whole body quivers as he instinctively squeezes his thighs together, keeping Akito’s head confined in between while his hands press down on the soft strands. Vaguely, he can feel his clit throbbing under the pressure, his walls fluttering.

It takes him a few seconds to realize that he’s squirting, the clear fluid gushing out in large spurts. His dick is coming as well with whiteness streaking against his stomach. His thighs shake as they struggle to keep Akito in place.

There’s no need for him to do so, because Akito is still abusing his clit, stimulating it throughout his orgasm and extending it if nothing else. Toya’s eyes roll up into his head as his moans become higher and louder.

Arching forward, he throws his head back, insides contracting in hopes of dealing with the pleasure. The numbness spreading throughout his lower body sharpens at his groin.

Another gush squirts out pathetically, compelling him to scream silently as his voice dies in his throat.

Toya’s vision darkens with the watery noises knocking against his eardrums. His cunt won’t stop spasming due to what feels like waves of orgasms wrecking through him. Akito’s tongue and mouth are so, so hot.

So much so that he feels cold when they break away, leaving his clit exposed to the frigid air.

Toya comes again with droplets of fluid dripping from his pussy lips.

His shoulders slouch as the intense orgasms drain all his energy. He almost wants to cry in overstimulation when Akito kisses his engorged clit. Just the texture of his soft lips pressing against it is too much.

“…Fuck…that was—” Akito mutters under his breath, finally leaving his sensitive cunt alone.

Toya cracks open his eyes at the voice. When his vision refocuses, he can see that Akito’s face is…drenched, with bangs plastering against his forehead and droplets dripping down his lashes.

It’s not the first time Toya has seen him like this. Long practice sessions under the summer sun, the heat of the stage light, just earlier tonight even— sweating is inevitable.

So for a brief moment, he thinks nothing of it.

It takes his addled brain a few seconds to register why Akito appears like that this instant. A hoarse whimper leaves his mouth when he makes the connection.

“A-Akito,” he blurts out, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“It’s okay, I wanted you to.”

He blinks, and then another whimper is leaving his parted lips.

Akito lifts his eyes and looks at him, grinning slightly.

He’s so—

He doesn’t get to finish that thought, because his boyfriend is mouthing at his heat once more. Akito laps repeatedly over his entrance, coming dangerously close to his throbbing clit every time.

Toya moans lowly, slowly circling his hips to help guide the motion and amplify the pleasure. A moment passes like that, before Akito dips his tongue into his entrance.

His rhythm staccatos as his walls contract, squeezing out a gush of slick. He can make out the wet squelches even past the ringing in his ears…Akito can probably hear them more than clearly.

A deeper shade of red climbs up Toya’s cheeks, his body shuddering. The pleasure replaces the rational part of his brain, and his dick starts to harden again, eventually bobbing uselessly in the air as precum seeps out of the sensitive slit. He’s so wet everywhere.

Akito is certainly not helping as he extends his tongue, providing more stimulation to his sore pussy. Small orgasms pass through him whenever his boyfriend’s nose presses into his clit.

With Akito’s voice muffled by the dripping heat, Toya could hear himself so clearly. Is this sound even his, so desperate and high-pitched?

He still feels sore from the last climax, but the lingering pleasure starts to accumulate again in his groin, spreading to his extremities and clouding his head. He can’t, doesn’t want to feel anything else besides Akito pressing into him, giving him so much pleasure that he could burst anytime.

Akito makes it more difficult for him to think when his hand ghosts past his labia and kneads into his scrotums, gently squeezing their plumpness as he rubs against the skin there. Toya’s dick jumps in surprise, and his thighs are shaking again, shivering uncontrollably with his mouth remaining agape. Vaguely, he feels the coolness of drool sliding down his chin and neck, but he can’t stop the shameless moans emanating from his throat.

He wants to, he wants to…

His pussy feels numb from the pleasure, and his length is twitching everytime Akito’s palm rubs against the base. The squelching noises are louder than ever with his cunt fully drenched, pulsating against his boyfriend’s tongue that’s doing such a good job pleasuring it. With trembling hands, Toya thumbs at his slit again, stroking his cock fervently with all shame forgotten in the back of his mind. The slide is made easier with the residual cum that are now being rubbed all over his length.

“Ahh, ah, Aki, Aki♡, Ahhhhh—♡♡♡♡♡♡”

His head is pounding wildly as he comes like that, even more intense than last time. His face must look ruined right now with tears and drool and sweat mixed into one, his tongue hanging out pathetically.

His back slams back into the mattress before arching up, unable to support himself in the upright position throughout the orgasm. He comes so hard that he thinks his brain has been pulped.

Toya pumps his cock tiredly several times before his arm gives out as well. The cooling sensation on his stomach and chest lets him know he has dirtied himself more than last time.

He can’t feel his lower half at all, the neurons there have long been overtaken by the potent pleasure. His cunt is still squirting uselessly like a broken faucet, liquids gushing out in varying intervals even after his length is milked dry.

Akito might be saying something, but he can’t particularly tell with his sore arousal sending waves of pleasure up his stomach. Either way, his boyfriend seems perfectly content to mouth at it still, extending the orgasm that has been wrecking through him for the longest it has ever been.

His ears are still buzzing by the time Akito has left his pathetic cunt alone. The sound of his heavy panting is an accompaniment to the persistent noise.

Inhaling shakily, he is about to relax when pain strikes— Akito slaps his cunt.

His body instantly tenses up, and his boyfriend alternates between rubbing and slapping it. His folds shift along with the motion, getting pushed towards the left and right.

Engorged and flushed, his clit takes the brunt of the force, unable to retract back under the hood of skin yet. The countless nerve endings there are wailing in overstimulation as Akito’s fingerpads repeatedly strike against it.

He can’t help it. A spurt of liquid spouts out once more, meeting those slaps and splashing everywhere— over his legs, the sheets, everywhere.

He doesn’t even have the capacity to scream anymore. Akito has nearly taken everything out of him.

After what feels like forever, Toya is surprised to not have passed out once he regains control of his body. His legs and arms are like jelly, his throat burning as it closes up, hoarse and dehydrated.

A warm palm cradles his head, lifting it up slightly as a cup is brought to his parted lips. Toya manages a few small gulps before crashing back down.

It isn’t until his breaths even out that he gathers enough energy to sit up, albeit with the help of Akito, who then brings him into his arms, volunteering as an impromptu backrest. They stay like that for a bit, and it would be very wholesome, if it isn’t for the erection poking his waist.

With jittery limbs, he turns around. Heat brews in his core again.

Akito has a hand on his head when Toya dips down, sinking lower and lower, until the large cock is inches away from his face.

“I didn’t forget about you,” Toya mumbles in lieu of greeting. He kisses the tip, feeling his lips press against the stiffness. It distinctively throbs in his hand.

Webs of veins wrap around the girth. The head is flushed angrily, precum leaking steadily down the rock-hard length. It even feels heavy– his hand struggles to wrap around it.

“You’re amazing…” he whispers in awe, kissing the tip again before pressing his tongue against the underside, dragging it along the ridge.

Akito hisses, his hand digging into Toya’s hair. Reflexively thrusting forward, the glans dips inside Toya’s mouth and presses against his cheek, creating a bulge on one side of his face.

Toya’s eyes turn into crescents as he seizes the opportunity to suck on the head, tongue swiping quickly against the innervated slit in particular. Spurred by quiet sighs from above, he trails down a vein with his finger before following the path with the tip of his tongue.

Repeating the same steps, his vision is blurred due to the proximity of the gnarly erection, exacerbated by a sheen of wetness coming from the precum, bitter and sweet.

He adds to the glossiness with his saliva, and goes as far as digging into the slit to prompt for more. The sudden groan sounds to him like a praise.

Hand jerking up and down the thick cock, Toya continues to lap at the tip, gradually swallowing more and more of the length. The slurping and moaning fill up the room obscenely. His jaw is starting to ache.

He has about half the length stuffed past his lips before Akito grabs his hair, preventing him from going further.

“Toya,” Akito grits out through the pleasure, “we have another live tomorrow.”

“Mmmph…”

“Just not your throat,” Akito gazes down, the backlight casting his face in shadows. His eyes appear to glow as they lock onto his.

With his mouth still stuffed full by his boyfriend’s cock, all Toya can do is nod.

Akito becomes the one looking up with half-lidded eyes.

Kneeling, Toya’s knees dip into the mattress on either side of his waist. The defined abs flutter slightly beneath his palms as his dripping pussy kisses the throbbing length.

Toya gulps, this size is…

“It’s so hard…” he shudders at the sensation, grinding his clit and folds against the burning erection. He can feel the texture of those protruding veins as he rocks back and forth.

“Shit, Toya…” Akito grits out, fingers digging into his thighs, “this feels really good…”

He smiles as his entrance twitches, his cunt pulsating at the way pleasure contours Akito’s face and lines his voice.

By the slight widening of his eyes, Toya is fairly certain that Akito can feel the twitch. A sinking anticipation settles in his stomach when he sees the ghost of a smirk.

“It’s so warm…begging to be thrust into,” Akito continues after a beat, voice hoarse and low, “that was what you wanted, right?”

“Wanted your plump pussy lips to be spread open by my cock… is that what made you so wet on stage?”

Toya’s brows raise, having forgotten that part after the whirlwind of events that has happened since. Heat crawls up his neck along with viscous embarrassment.

Akito kneads against his ass, “you thought I wouldn’t notice?” He smirks, an expression not usually directed towards him.

Glancing to the side, his cheeks redden further. He bites down on his bottom lip, trying instead to focus on the way the thick head glides across his entrance every now and then.

“Thinking about it while we were performing…when did you become such a slut?”

He jolts at the word choice. A loud, squelching sound serves as a response.

“Oh,” Akito says, matter-of-factly, “you liked that.”

“…I’m sorry…I, ” Toya squirms, “I don’t know why I was…you looked really good, and I—♡♡♡”

The cockhead dips past his entrance, stimulating the nerve endings there. Immediately squeezing tight, Akito curses as he slaps his hips, only causing his insides to spasm further.

Purposely relaxing his body, he mentally prepares for the stretch. A warm pressure wraps around his waist as the web of Akito’s hand pinches there.

Breath hitching and back straightening, Toya braces himself.

But nothing happens. His boyfriend stays unfazed, not even moving his hips the slightest bit.

“…Akito,” he whispers.

“Yeah?”

The emptiness inside gnaws at him like nails scratching down a blackboard, unbearable, distressing. Traces of pleasure climb up his spine as his entrance flutters against the cockhead, though the fullness stops right before the spot that would make him writhe.

“Akito, please, please—“ He tries to sit down, but the grip around his waist is more than firm. Enough to leave finger-shaped bruises, though that’s the least of his concerns right now.

“What did you want to tell me earlier?”

“I,” he swallows dryly, “you looked really good, and I…”

“And you—?”

He attempts to lower himself again; the result remains the same, and Akito is looking at him expectantly. There’s…really no getting out of this one, it seems.

“I got so wet…couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing your cock feels.” The emptiness overcomes his filter. He only vaguely registers what words are coming out of his mouth.

“I…wanted you to fuck me so badly, wanted to be filled up—”

The hold around his waist releases abruptly.

Gravity causes him to sit down, and his cunt swallows the length to its base, until the cockhead is kissing his cervix.

Toya screams as his pathetic dick spills itself empty, diluted semen pooling against his stomach before dripping down. Throwing his head back, his whole body spasms and shudders uncontrollably, too weak to withstand the sudden pleasure.

Akito grits his teeth with the warm walls massaging his length, inviting him to join the ecstasy. They’re wrapped so tightly around him that the flesh even presses against his slit. He breathes deeply several times to fend against the sensation, not expecting Toya to come solely from this.

It’s a beautiful sight and a wonderful feeling, though, knowing that he is the source to Toya’s pleasure, the one causing him to writhe and squirm while making the most sinful sounds. A thin layer of sweat veils his pale torso, adding a glow to the flushed, porcelain skin. His body twitches, its curves cinching at his waist before flaring out ever so slightly into his hips— the perfect dip for him to grab onto.

Akito watches the scene unravel before his eyes, his dick throbbing again. Honestly, this sight alone is enough to elicit the same pleasure.

By the time that urge subsides, Toya has semi-recovered from the sudden orgasm, despite still looking out of it. Hands pressing on his abs for support, he rolls his hips slowly, lets the large cock prod into different directions while small spasms continue to course through him.

He grinds his clit against the base several times before starting to lift his hips and sit down repeatedly. Immediately, squelching noises fill up the room again. His precum dribbles down the length and gathers at Akito’s base.

“You know,” Akito starts again, voice close to a grunt, “I thought about taking you right there, give them a show? Let everyone know how wet you get just by watching me.”

That’s…

“Were you even trying to hide it? I really couldn’t tell. The way you looked at me, Toya, c’mon.”

“A-Akito, don’t…ngh…put it like that—“

“When they shout your name, do they know that you were thinking about getting fucked by me instead?”

His body jolts as if shocked. With the cockhead grinding against his cervix, vaguely he can feel it opening up slightly, completely pliant to the intruder.

“And you know what the best part is, Toya?” his boyfriend’s grin grows larger.

“I’m joking right now, but you would let me do it.”

Another shiver courses through him. He bites down on his bottom lip.

“Toya, oh my god,” Akito laughs this time, feigning exasperation, “you would actually— is there anything you wouldn’t let me do?”

His addled brain tries to think through a few scenarios, and decides that—

“If it’s Akito…,” he continues the up-and-down motion of his hips, walls melding to the shape of the girthy erection. Akito takes the chance to thrust up, meeting him as he sits down. His thighs squeezes together, but that only makes more conspicuous the sensation of the large dick buried inside.

“—ah, ah♡…if- if it’s you, anything is okay♡…”

“…you said it,” Akito mumbles, gazing directly into his eyes.

Then his front is hitting the mattress as Akito reverses their position. Without pulling out, the length churns halfway in his body, amplifying the soreness and pleasure.

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to try, ” Akito lowers himself, rasping into Toya’s ear, “thought it would be too much, but…”

Akito presses on his abdomen, palm grinding against a particular spot. Simultaneously, he thrusts forward harshly, aiming for the same place within.

Arms losing all strength, Toya’s chest hits the mattress with a thump, though his hips remain the same height with Akito holding him up by the stomach. The change in angle only makes it easier for the length to strike against the spot. Clenching and clawing at the sheets, wet slaps echo in his eardrums repeatedly. His dripping cunt feels raw with the way Akito is slamming into him, almost pushing him forward before he drags him back by the ankle.

“Ngh…ahh—it feels weird, I–“

Overlapping Akito’s hand with his own, he thinks he should pull it away from his abdomen.

He leaves his hand there though, simply covering the back of his boyfriend's hand that is pressing up into him. Even through that barrier, he can feel his stomach bulging with the thrusts.

“Akito, stop…I’m going to, to—“

“It’s okay, Toya.”

Is it? He wants to ask, teetering on the edge of the unknown depth. Half of him wants to disagree, the other half is succumbing to the rapidly building pleasure.

It’s Akito, so…

Another thrust into the same spot.

Toya closes his eyes as his body relaxes.

Just the feeling of it rushing out of his urethra makes his legs shake, his overly sensitive body wrongly identifying the fluid leaking out of his dick as pleasure.

It feels almost the same as an orgasm, and his length stays hardened. The mixture of relief and pleasure pounds against his head, making his eyes roll back as he wails.

Each time Akito presses on the spot, a spurt shoots out more intensely before dying down. He repeats the process, the watery noise crescendos and diminishes with his conduct.

By the time that sound ceases, tears and drool have covered his face. His throat burns with how much he whimpered and moaned. Warmth climbs up his cheeks in embarrassment and shame.

With his whole body tensing uncontrollably, his walls squeeze around the heated length. It thumps against his cervix, followed by a muffled groan.

Then Akito is coming inside him. With fluid pooling within his stomach, the heaviness causes him to spasm, and a gush squirts out of his cunt. The sensation of being pumped full never fails to make his head spin in satisfaction.

After a while, the added weight on his back lets him know that the orgasm has passed through Akito. Both crashing down, they lie on their sides, panting in unison with the aftermath coursing through them still.

“Fuck…your body is so lewd,” Akito nibbles on his earlobe, “that was hot.”

The amplified voice resounds in his ears, and he jolts at the feeling. Akito kisses his nape as the hand on his stomach moves down, wrapping around his semi-softened length.

It only takes a few pumps, a few rubs against his slit before translucent fluid drips out of the small opening, sliding down his throbbing dick and dirtying Akito’s hand. His tongue lolls out once more, his lower stomach twitching alongside.

“It’s not fair,” Akito mumbles, “how many times have you come?”

He lost count an eon ago, Toya thinks through the static filling his head, sees it as well with patches of color swimming through his field of vision.

To his horror, the cock inside him is hardening again. His cunt flutters tiredly at the sensation.

“A-Akito…”

“Just one more time,” his boyfriend says.

Nodding, Toya whimpers as the large cock thrusts forward, the lewd sounds drowning out the low hum of the air conditioner once again. He prays the walls aren’t too thin.