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“I want…to hold you,” Miyano said, covering his face with one hand as a scarlet wave of embarrassment crawled from his neck to the tips of his ears.
“Well, come on then,” Sasaki replied, uncharacteristically obtuse as he opened his arms up for a hug.
“No, Sasaki,” Miyano started, struggling to put the feeling into words without further embarrassing himself. His desire for Sasaki wasn't shameful; the need to spell out that he wanted to be inside of him was a bit humiliating though. “I want to hold you closer. Closer than this.”
Miyano shifted so they were side by side, then placed a firm hand on his partner's back, trailing his fingers down so he could squeeze his butt.
“Oh,” Sasaki remarked, his face rapidly turning pink. He would occasionally be rendered speechless by Mya, but today was especially bad. He turned so he was looking away from his partner's face, Miyano’s eyes watching as he slowly regained his composure.
“I want you to hold me, too,” he concluded, burying his face in the crook of Mya’s slender neck. He nuzzled into the space and placed a gentle kiss, trying to distract them both from his confession.
Miyano ran his fingers through Sasaki’s copper locks, relieved that they both wanted the same thing. He continued to play with his hair as Sasaki moved lower on his neck, kissing and coaxing soft moans from Miyano.
“Can we do it now?” Sasaki asked, rising from his spot on the mattress. Miyano’s hand shifted to his partner’s cheek as he sat up. Sasaki grabbed onto it, moving it to his mouth so he could place little pecks on his inner palm.
“W-We don't have anything, do we?”
Miyano had never bought protection as it had never occurred to him before this moment just how badly he needed to feel Sasaki writhe with pleasure around him. He was woefully unprepared.
“Actually, I have a few things we can use,” Sasaki explained, the usual playful lilt to his voice returning.
He let go of Miyano's hand and Miyano used it to prop himself up, watching as Sasaki pulled something out of the drawer in his nightstand. Sasaki was leaning over him and holding onto his shoulder for support. Miyano saw the shiny foil from the condom wrappers and a small, clear bottle of lube in his hand.
“I took a shower this morning,” Sasaki started, fumbling with the bottle in his hand, “Is that okay? Should we shower again…together?”
What a classic BL trope, Miyano said to himself, closing his eyes in deep thought. Showering together before or after sex was a classic for a reason - as they stepped into the large, tiled shower, Miyano saw every detail and crevice of Sasaki's body - his lean torso, the divots by his hips where tufts of hair from his happy trail centered, and the burgeoning muscles in his thighs. It was undeniably erotic and he was visibly excited as they washed themselves in unison.
This is Sasaki's body wash, he realized as he lathered himself up. The smell was so fresh and clean, with a hint of citrus; the delectable aroma of Sasaki. Miyano inhaled deeply to enjoy the fragrance, but he was interrupted by Sasaki leaning over him slightly.
“Sorry, I'm just,” his whole face flushed as he explained, but it was obvious he was holding onto the tiles to stabilize himself, his legs spread apart and his other hand working himself open.
Miyano couldn't see exactly what he was doing from his spot, but the view was still mesmerizing. Sasaki's hair dripped droplets of water onto him, inviting him to get closer. He inched forward and put his arms around Sasaki’s waist, their lips meeting in a heart-pounding kiss. Miyano could feel the strain in Sasaki's arm, the movement of his muscles as he continued to finger himself. Sasaki moaned into the kiss, finding pleasure in the overall experience. Miyano's hands traveled down to his lower back to trace circles and other oblong shapes on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.
“Yoshikazu,” Sasaki groaned, breaking away and resting his head on Miyano's shoulder as he removed his finger with a lewd, wet pop.
“Do you feel ready now?” Miyano asked, his nerves suddenly returning. He rarely initiated kissing with Sasaki, much less sex. Today was a day of firsts.
“Yeah, you go ahead and I'll finish up,” Sasaki explained, smiling softly as he rose back up to his full height.
Miyano nodded and quickly rinsed the suds off before stepping out of the shower to dry himself. He wrapped a clean towel around his waist and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him so Sasaki could have some privacy. He sat on the bed in the tiny studio apartment and waited, his hair impatiently dripping onto his shoulder with each tick of the clock's hands.
Eventually, Sasaki emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, the steam trapped in the room wafting behind him as he opened the door. He sat next to Miyano on the bed.
“So, Mya, are you ready?” he asked, that teasing tone to his voice somehow calming Miyano's nerves.
“Yes, but only if you’re sure,” he said. It was important to him to double check that Sasaki was comfortable.
“I am,” Sasaki replied, grabbing him by the shoulders and leaning in for a kiss. Goosebumps rose on Miyano's arms from Sasaki's touch, his body starving for his attention. Sasaki's lips were soft and still wet from the shower. Miyano placed a hand on his cheek, stroking the small droplets of water away as their mouths slotted against each other. He turned his head, deepening the kiss as Sasaki pushed him onto his back.
Miyano pulled away to watch as Sasaki removed the towel from his body, then reached down to remove Miyano’s towel, too. It wasn’t their first time seeing each other naked like this, but it didn't make it any less exciting. Sasaki let his hands trail down Miyano’s chest and his stomach, stopping at his hips. He leaned down to kiss the stray moles and random clusters of freckles, until his head was between Miyano's legs. Miyano let out a deep breath as Sasaki stroked him, peppering kisses on his smooth inner thigh.
Miyano propped himself up, watching as Sasaki wrapped his lips around the tip and pumped him from the base. It was overwhelming, his grip tight and his mouth warm.
“Ah, Shuumei,” Miyano sighed, “If you keep doing that, I won’t last.”
Sasaki softly chuckled as he removed himself from Miyano’s length, wiping the excess saliva from his mouth with an open hand. He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and tore it open with his teeth. He carefully wrapped Miyano’s length in the latex and squirted a healthy amount of lube, rubbing it all over with his hand.
“I’m going to start,” Sasaki said, sitting upright so his entrance was lined with Miyano’s tip.
Oh God, he’s going to ride me, Miyano thought to himself. As if the experience itself wasn’t titillating enough, the view of his gorgeous boyfriend panting with impatience, his cock leaking precum, and his lips pink and swollen from kissing was mind-blowing.
“Ah, yes,” Miyano groaned as Sasaki slowly lowered himself onto his length. He had opened himself well; it was tight, but not uncomfortably so, to the point he had to clench his fists and recite the national anthem to avoid bursting too soon.
“Yoshikazu, fuck,” Sasaki muttered, his body trembling. Miyano reached up to hold his face in his hands, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs.
“I won’t move until you tell me to, okay?”
Sasaki nodded, continuing his descent on Miyano's length. Once he was fully seated, he paused to catch his breath. He moved without hurry, rocking his hips back and forth. Miyano placed his hands on Sasaki’s thighs instead, pre-emptively rubbing his soon to be aching muscles.
“Feels s’good,” Sasaki said, his words coming out in a breathy moan.
And he was right. Miyano was lost for words, lost in the pleasure he was feeling at Sasaki's movements. His length was being squeezed by Sasaki - so warm, so tight, so perfect. His view was spectacular, too; the gorgeous man before him moaning in ecstasy, lips parted, and eyes closed. Miyano’s hands mapped the familiar frame before him, traveling from Sasaki's thighs to his waist, his stomach, and finally his chest. He played with his pert nipples, gently flicking them with his thumbs. Sasaki keened at the sensation, his eyes fluttering open and his hips ceasing their rocking.
“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing one of Mya’s hands to cup his pec instead.
Miyano was losing control of himself, his brain foggy and his mind hazy. It was all pleasure and instinct now. Without thinking, he leaned in and sat upright, wrapping his mouth around one of Sasaki's nipples. Sasaki threw his head back as his body lurched forward. He began moving his hips again, up and down instead of side to side. Miyano stayed glued to his chest, sucking and licking the bud until he couldn't breathe. His face was pressed flush against Sasaki's skin, inhaling the aroma of the body wash they had shared earlier.
He finally let go of his nipple and laid back, admiring how erect and swollen it looked. Miyano planted the soles of his feet on the bed and held onto Sasaki's waist with his free hand, the other still holding Sasaki's pec. He thrusted upwards at a leisurely pace, rolling his hips into the warmth that enveloped him.
“Oh, oh, Yoshikazu,” Sasaki moaned, freeing his hands to hold onto the headboard as Miyano took control.
“Shuumei, Shuumei,” he chanted in response.
Miyano kept thrusting until stars blurred his vision, the white hot pleasure coursing through him until his legs shook from overexertion. As soon as he stopped moving, Sasaki's hand wrapped around his own leaking cock and hastily stroked until thick ribbons of white painted Miyano’s chest. Miyano watched in fascination as Sasaki finished, one hand pushing back his copper locks as the other squeezed the last of his release out. Sasaki stayed upright as he let go of his length, pressing both hands instead to Miyano’s chest.
“How was it?” he asked, his voice low, but that familiar, playful lilt still in effect.
“Amazing,” Miyano admitted. He ran his hands up and down Sasaki's thighs before reaching up to pull his face closer for a kiss.
It was tender and soft as they languidly explored each other's mouths. When Sasaki pulled away, a thin string of saliva kept them connected. Miyano pressed their foreheads together, nuzzling into Sasaki's nose.
“I love you,” Sasaki whispered.
“I love you, too,” Miyano replied.