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"Let me be on top this time," Kokichi said on an exhale. His voice came out shakier than he'd intended it to, thanks to Shuichi's fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of him. Kokichi still struggled to get to a point where he was okay with letting his guard down entirely around Shuichi, even when they were having sex.
"W-Huh?" Shuichi stuttered, fingers slowing to a stop. Shuichi tended to get a single-minded focus when he was prepping Kokichi, or sucking him off, or kissing him. It was as if he were worried about screwing up, which was silly, because even if Shuichi had zero sexual skill whatsoever, his entire existence would still be a panty-dropper for Kokichi.
Kokichi squirmed, unsure if he wanted Shuichi's fingers to leave or keep fucking the brains out of him. He wanted to retain the ability to think, but he also absolutely loved getting fingerbanged.
"I want to be on top," Kokichi repeated, twisting his fist in the sheets so his discomfort wouldn't show on his face. Of course, Shuichi noticed it anyway, and instead of pulling out like a normal person, he started petting Kokichi's prostate gently. Screw him for always knowing exactly what Kokichi needed. Kokichi moaned lowly.
"Like...you want to...fuck me?" Shuichi asked, his hand not faltering in its movements even a little bit.
"Obviously not," Kokichi gritted out between moans. They'd done it that way before, but never after Kokichi had already been prepped. "Your hand is already halfway up my ass."
"I'm not that deep..."
"Well? Gonna let me ride you?" Kokichi squeezed his eyes shut. If Shuichi kept touching him like that and looking at him like that, he might...
Shuichi barely let out a "Ye—" before Kokichi jumped up in the bed.
"Great! I'm ready. Sit back on the pillows," Kokichi demanded, flipping the script as quickly as he could. He didn't know if he could go twice, and he had been wanting to wring an orgasm out of Shuichi this way for a while now.
"O-Okay," Shuichi said, doing as he was asked. Once he was in position, Kokichi climbed on top of him, fished his embarrassingly hard cock out of his pajama pants (all Kokichi had done to him was stick his tongue in his mouth a bit), and sank down on him in one smooth motion. He cried out, just barely managing to keep his eyes open to catch the surprised, pleasured look on Shuichi's face as he did it.
Kokichi took barely a moment to get used to the sensation before bouncing his hips up and down. He liked to feel a little bit of burn to cancel out the immense pleasure he felt when Shuichi was fucking him. His other reward was Shuichi's reaction to the sudden stimulation—his mouth hung open, and he was letting out these pretty little moans with every drop of Kokichi's hips.
Shuichi moved his hands to Kokichi's hips, guiding him to a slightly harder rhythm. Kokichi quickly corrected him, pulling his hands away and shoving them down on the bed.
"My turn," Kokichi breathed out, not trusting himself to say anything else without moaning like a pornstar.
Shuichi groaned in annoyance, high-pitched. "I'm sorry," he said, and it made Kokichi's cock twitch. God, Shuichi was so easy. Kokichi couldn't decide if he hated it or loved it. Part of him wanted Shuichi to stand up for himself more often, but he selfishly enjoyed it when Shuichi was submissive to him, and only him. Not even Kokichi could lie to himself, though—he loved when Shuichi was dominant with him as well.
On a downstroke, Kokichi hit his prostate head-on and cried out. The slick sensation was almost too much, and Shuichi was so hard Kokichi could feel his pulse down there—they hadn't bothered with condoms in a long time. Shuichi wasn't faring much better, practically crying already. Jesus Christ. Kokichi was going to get him there if it killed him.
Kokichi lowered the intensity of his bounces, switching to a closer figure-eight motion. Bingo.
"Kokichi," Shuichi blurted as if it hurt him. He picked his hands back up and ran them down Kokichi's back like he couldn't help himself. It was almost like Kokichi was the one fucking him—holy shit, that's a hot thought.
"I'm gonna—I'm gonna cum," Shuichi warned, genuine tears streaming down his face now. He was so sweaty his hair was stuck to his forehead, and he wasn't even the one doing the work. Kokichi wanted to lick him.
"Beg me," Kokichi ordered breathlessly. "Beg me to cum."
Kokichi was expecting to have to elaborate, or maybe even to fight him about it, but instead, Shuichi broke immediately.
"Please please please, Kokichi, p-please let me cum, fuck!" Shuichi cried, hips twitching up, trying to encourage Kokichi to bounce again. A fight might have been more fun, but watching Shuichi fold so easily was so fucking hot that Kokichi couldn't bring himself to be bothered by it. He was so wet he didn't think he'd even have to touch himself to cum.
But he wasn't done yet.
"What if I said no?" Kokichi asked, leaning in close to whisper to Shuichi. When he didn't answer, Kokichi bit the top of his ear, and the noise he made was so desperate and fuck drunk that Kokichi knew he was too far gone to form words.
"Would you do what I said no? Would you wait for me to tell you to cum like a good little boy?" Kokichi prompted, picking up the pace of his bounces.
"Uh-huhhhh!" Shuichi whined, crying so hard that snot ran down his face. Kokichi should be grossed out, logically. He couldn't find it.
Kokichi knew Shuichi was lying to him. Or maybe not—maybe he thought he could really keep himself from cumming. But Kokichi knew he wouldn't be able to. He entertained the idea of not giving Shuichi permission, of making him cum anyway. He imagined tying him down, spreading him out across the bed, telling him he'd punish him if he came, forcing an orgasm out of him with just his hand.
Something for another time, Kokichi thought as he felt himself reaching his peak. He picked up the pace again, bouncing as quickly and as harshly as his aching hips would allow him to.
"Fuck, you're so good." The words fell out of Kokichi without his permission. Saying them was as easy as breathing.
"Cum for me," Kokichi demanded, riding the crest of his orgasm without having to lay a finger on himself. "Cum for me right fucking now, Shuichi."
Kokichi came to the sight of Shuichi's long, shiny eyelashes and his eyeliner running down his cheeks.
Right at the end, Kokichi used his hand to wring out the last stripes of cum from himself, painting Shuichi's chest. Shuichi slumped backwards against the bed, looking totally blissed out. Instead of pulling out, Kokichi fell forward against him, getting cum on his pajama shirt that he never bothered to take off. So much of his shit had cum stains now, what was one more?
It took Shuichi a full ten minutes to calm down, five minutes more than it took Kokichi. He silently kissed the juncture of Kokichi's neck and shoulder and finally pulled out. Kokichi grimaced at the unpleasant sensation of cum dripping out of him. As hot as it was in theory, he hated the feeling in practice. Doesn't mean he wouldn't jerk himself raw to pictures Shuichi had taken of him with cum all over his ass and thighs, though.
"You gotta get up if you want me to clean you," Shuichi said so quietly it was almost a whisper. His voice was hoarse from all the screaming he'd done.
"What? Not even gonna say 'thank you?'" Kokichi whispered back inexplicably. This might have been Kokichi's favorite part of sex, the quiet, silly part afterwards. No, he took it back. Cumming was his favorite part.
"Thank you," Shuichi said sarcastically, lightly grabbing ahold of Kokichi's flank to lift him off of him. Kokichi easily rolled off, his hips protesting as he did it. He groaned, rubbing them where they were sore. Shuichi got up off the bed and went to the bathroom to grab a wet towel.
"We're gonna have to wash these sheets," Kokichi called to him from across the room, marveling at the sheer amount of sweat, tears, and cum that covered them.
"...Let's just do it in the morning," Shuichi called back eventually. Kokichi snorted. Shuichi had been so much cleaner before he met Kokichi. It was funny how people could change others like that.
"You just wanna smell my cum, pervert," Kokichi teased.
"So what if I do?" Shuichi mumbled as he re-entered the room. Kokichi cackled, spreading his limbs like a cat in anticipation of the warm pat-down he was about to get.
Shuichi got back on the bed, took Kokichi's shirt off, and gently began wiping the sweat off his chest. He moved down his body, wiping between his legs and making him squirm. There was some unspoken agreement among them that Kokichi wasn't standing up to take a shower anytime soon.
Eventually, the towel grew cold, and Shuichi left the bed to take his own shower. Kokichi ended up drifting out to the static sound of the shower running.
By the time Shuichi was done, Kokichi had fallen so deeply asleep he didn't notice him leaving the shower. Kokichi made a small, humiliating happy noise as Shuichi cuddled up behind him.
"Love you," Shuichi told him like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"I love you, too," Kokichi whispered back, and maybe it was.