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The evening had finally calmed after another mission came and went. Wuyang found himself practically falling through the doorway to his bedroom. His body felt like jelly now that the rush of combat had faded away, and all he wanted was to do was dive headfirst into his bed.
As always, Mizuki was in tow. The amount of nights that he had been spending with Wuyang had grown more numerous recently. There was just something about the shorter man that comforted Mizuki and kept the spirits at bay. He could swear he slept better when he was beside Wuyang. Like sleeping beside his own personal life-sized, bright-eyed good luck charm. Mizuki would never admit this aloud, but Wuyang had caught on anyway. It had become obvious — the more nights Mizuki spent in Wuyang's room, the more the dark circles around his eyes faded. Ever happy to be a positive influence in Mizuki's historically dreary life, Wuyang made sure his bed was always open to Mizuki.
Of course, this came with other benefits. As soon as the bedroom door closed behind the pair, Mizuki piped up with an idea: "This might be the leftover adrenaline talking. You down to fuck tonight?"
Wuyang let a wistful sigh slip past his lips. "I don't know about tonight… That was such a rough mission…" The water wielder could feel Mizuki's eyes on him as he gripped the hem of his tank top and raised his stiff arms above his head. Now that his own adrenaline had long worn off, every little movement was aggravating. "Aiya, I'm so sore…" As Wuyang tossed his shirt haphazardly to the floor he realized it was his turn to watch Mizuki's shirt come off. The two made eye contact until the dark fabric came up over his face. Immediately Wuyang bit his lip regretfully as he took in the sight of Mizuki's body, still mildly flushed and flecked with minor bruises leftover from battle.
"Ugh…" Mizuki yawned as he copied Wuyang's movements and tossed his shirt to the ground as well. "Yeah, now that you mention it, I feel like I've been hit by a bus." Mizuki's hand came up to his scarred shoulder, where soft, warm flesh met hard, cold metal. A rhythmic series of clicks sounded, and then Mizuki dismounted his cybernetic arm, resting it on a table near "his" side of Wuyang's bed.
"Maybe next time you should try standing closer to me so I can heal you more efficiently," Wuyang teased lightly, turning away. He shuffled towards the closet and pulled out two pairs of sweatpants — one of his own, and the pair that Mizuki had been keeping stashed here for nights like this. Wuyang tossed Mizuki's onto the bed before slipping into his own and tossing himself onto the bed, his head bouncing against the pillows.
Mizuki rolled his eyes at Wuyang, and Wuyang could only grin playfully in response as he watched Mizuki tug his pants up until they rested around his hips. The next thing Wuyang knew was Mizuki's warmth as he dropped himself onto the bed and pulled the shorter man closer to himself. Wuyang instinctively curled into Mizuki's chest, his eyelids fluttering blissfully as he inhaled the familiar scents that clung to his skin.
"Tomorrow night, for sure," Wuyang murmured against Mizuki's skin. He could feel the taller man's chin resting against the top of his head, and it shifted slightly as Mizuki gave a nod.
"Mhm." Mizuki's hand shifted to Wuyang's hair, where it found and undid the decorative clasp holding his loose bun. When Mizuki took it away, Wuyang's hair spilled across the pillows, and then Mizuki's hand found it again. Wuyang felt his stress begin to dissolve as Mizuki began to gently stroke his hair, an action that was likely just as soothing for himself as it was for Wuyang. A tranquil silence nestled into the space around the pair of agents as they laid together, but it was soon broken by the soft sounds of Mizuki snoring.
Wuyang's eyes were closed, but he wasn't anywhere close to sleep yet. He was simply enjoying Mizuki's presence — listening to his breaths, which had slowed and deepened to a pace that told Wuyang that his bedmate was definitely already asleep. It wasn't long before the motions of Mizuki's hand slowed to a stop, and said hand simply rested atop Wuyang's head in an almost protective manner as he fell deeper into sleep. Wuyang's eyes stayed closed as he patiently awaited sleep to come for him as well. Yet he found that no matter how much he relaxed his body, he couldn't seem to get his mind to do the same.
He felt physically exhausted, but not sleepy. Wuyang began to wonder if he would be able to sleep had he accepted Mizuki's offer earlier. Surely that would have left him sleeping like a baby. He exhaled in defeat against Mizuki's chest. He was worn out from battle, but he definitely could have — no, he should have found a way to devote the last of his energy to Mizuki. They could have done it like this, lying on their sides, bodies writhing together until they both met their release and fell asleep still joined to one another…
Wuyang swallowed hard and opened his eyes. The room was still awash in warm lighting from a lamp the both of them had neglected to turn off. In it he could just barely detect the rise and fall of Mizuki's chest before him. Slowly, he snaked a finger between their chests and traced the outline of one of Mizuki's pecs. The older man didn't even stir, and Wuyang felt the tiniest touch of disappointment. But it wouldn't be fair to interrupt Mizuki's well-earned sleep for sex after Wuyang had already declined him the first time, would it? Wuyang sighed again and carefully wriggled in place, rolling over to better fit his body against Mizuki's.
But the moment he assumed the position of little spoon, he realized he was only putting himself at more of a disadvantage. Wuyang could feel the slight protrusion in Mizuki's sweatpants resting against his ass, and he pouted mildly. His mind wandered dangerously once again. Surely Mizuki wouldn't be too mad if Wuyang were to wake him up like this. It was originally Mizuki's idea, anyway. He'd want this, right? Wuyang shifted his hips experimentally. His cheeks flushed warmly as he massaged Mizuki's groin with his ass through their sweatpants, the fabric rustling faintly. He felt a spark of shame, having to rescind his rejection simply because he was too needy to sleep. Yet, that spark of shame was soon lost amongst the multiplying embers of lust building in his veins.
And somehow, Mizuki didn't respond. Well, he did — but not in the way Wuyang would have preferred. As Wuyang continued to jostle against Mizuki in a wanton attempt to make him get hard the taller man finally stirred, only to roll over onto his back and throw his arm aside. Wuyang felt defeated as he felt Mizuki's warmth leave his backside. His cock throbbed in his pants as he tried to decide what to do next.
He knew what he should do; that was stop messing around and close his eyes and stay still until he fell asleep. But instead, Wuyang sat up. He glanced down at the half-pitched tent in his pants and then back at Mizuki's sleeping, unaware form.
"Mizuki," he whispered, his lips feeling dry. Mizuki didn't flinch. "Mizuki," Wuyang tried again, a little louder this time. "Mizuki, I changed my mind. I need you."
No response. Wuyang listened to Mizuki's peaceful, steady snores. He trusted Wuyang so much, to be able to sleep so soundly in his bed like this. Wuyang knew that was an incredibly rare and fragile thing, to have the privilege of being trusted by Mizuki to such an extent.
Was he really about to risk that trust?
The guilt lapped deliciously at the edges of his core as Wuyang reached for the waistband of Mizuki's sweatpants. Mizuki would forgive him. Mizuki had wanted this. Mizuki would find this just as sexy as Wuyang found this, even in spite of the crushing worry that somehow, this wouldn't turn out okay at all. But the need to keep going — and the overwhelming curiosity surrounding that need — was what fueled his motions as he hooked his fingers around waiting fabric.
Wuyang kept pausing to glance at Mizuki's face. Gradually he tugged the taller man's sweatpants downward until they rested lopsided around his thighs. At one point Mizuki had taken a particularly deep breath, but he remained fast asleep. Part of Wuyang wouldn't mind if Mizuki awoke but the other part, some darker and much more salacious part, couldn't help but notice just how attractive Mizuki looked right now, beautifully unconscious yet liable to awaken and realize what Wuyang was doing to him at any given moment. Maybe Wuyang should try to make sure he stayed asleep after all. He knew that Mizuki deserved the rest.
He swore his heartbeat alone might wake the sleeping man with the way it was thundering in his chest. Trembling, Wuyang took in the sight of Mizuki's now bare manhood. Then, he was leaning down, his eyes tilted up to watch Mizuki's face as he pressed a kiss to the blond thicket of hairs that trailed below his navel. The dull aroma of dried sweat made Wuyang's cock jump as he left a series of sloppy kisses leading to Mizuki's thighs.
Wuyang couldn't help but hesitate as his gaze shifted towards Mizuki's own cock. It rested limp at the apex of his thighs, vulnerable and unprotected from Wuyang's perverted and greedy ministrations. Wuyang felt a slight stinging as his teeth dug into his lip guiltily, but as soon as they freed it his mouth was open and his hand was guiding Mizuki's tip inside regardless.
Wuyang moaned as he sucked gently on Mizuki's cock. Mizuki was pliant in his grasp and soft against his tongue. The sounds of his snores were soon interrupted by the wet sounds of Wuyang's mouth as he attempted to pleasure Mizuki through his sleep. His long hair fell around his face like a curtain as he tilted his head every which way, handling Mizuki with care until finally, finally, Wuyang felt the first twitches of arousal pulse through the limp dick in his mouth.
His own pathetically hard length twitched excitedly in response. Wuyang paused his movements to check on Mizuki; the older man still appeared to be fast asleep, but there was now the slightest hint of a crease between his brows. Wuyang swallowed around Mizuki, feeling him twitch again. Wuyang found it hard to think straight as he pulled Mizuki's spit-soaked cock out of his mouth and began to stroke it steadily.
"Mizuki, I need you," Wuyang breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. His brown eyes were darkened, pupils blown by arousal as he fixed his gaze back to Mizuki's face. "Please, babe, I need to fuck you so bad."
Of course, Mizuki said nothing, still sound asleep even in spite of the fact that his body was beginning to recognize Wuyang's touch and respond accordingly. Wuyang just barely noticed Mizuki's brows twitching closer together as his cock became harder and hotter in his grasp until it was fully erect. Seeing Mizuki lying there, fully hard without his own knowledge, Wuyang wanted him so badly he felt he might go insane.
"Mizuki." Wuyang's voice was coarse with barely contained lust. Swiftly reaching downward, he freed his own aching cock from his precum-stained sweatpants at last. "I have to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you." He leaned closer to Mizuki, this time towards his face. His lips hovered beside Mizuki's ear as he spoke again, stroking himself fervently along with his words as he whispered directly into it. "Do you… ngh… have any objections?"
Of course, the sleeping Mizuki didn't respond.
That was when Wuyang made the decision to fetch the lube from the bedside drawer and begin dumping a generous amount into his palm. His actions were automatic, driven by lust and feeling completely unlike himself. Guilt gnawed at Wuyang's psyche. He knew that if he stopped it would catch up to him and likely eat him alive on the spot — but he was also convinced that he could defy it and simply fuck his forgiveness out of Mizuki. This was his pursuit as he deliriously slickened his fingers and repositioned himself between Mizuki's thighs.
One hand gripped one of Mizuki's legs tightly as the other dipped below his balls to shakily feel for his unsuspecting asshole. Wuyang swallowed hard as he swirled his fingertip around the tight rim of Mizuki's hole. Wide, hungry eyes found Mizuki's face again. It was all Wuyang could focus on as he worked the first finger inside of Mizuki. His heart skipped a beat as he watched Mizuki's restful expression begin to shift.
"Does that feel good?" Wuyang asked, breathless as more of his finger slid into Mizuki. It wasn't long before he was adding a second finger, perhaps a little too eagerly. This action drew an audible groan out of Mizuki, whose hand curled into a fist at his side. Wuyang froze, so startled he nearly stopped breathing, and he didn't dare move again until he was lightheaded but certain that Mizuki was in fact still asleep.
"Sorry, love. I'll be more careful not to wake you up," Wuyang admitted as he began to slowly, deliberately, carefully open up Mizuki on his fingers, "until you're filled to the brim with me." He watched Mizuki's features twitch with each scissoring glide of his fingers. Even in his sleep, Mizuki was being so good for him. All the more reason to believe they were made for one another. His heart swelled with conflicting emotions as Mizuki's unconscious body continued to obey Wuyang's wicked whims.
Wuyang felt as though his heart was about to pound right up out of his throat once he realized Mizuki was ready to take him. As far as it appeared, Mizuki was still sleeping, though much more restlessly by now — the looser Wuyang's fingers made him, the more his expression warped and his breaths quickened. Still, there was no sign he was fully conscious yet, and Wuyang felt dizzy as he went through the motions of lubing up his weeping cock. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this ravenously horny. He wanted Mizuki so badly it was terrified him. Wuyang's breaths rattled in his throat as he hiked up one of Mizuki's legs and draped it over his shoulder.
With all the care in the world, Wuyang gripped Mizuki's hips and lined his tip up with his waiting hole. "You're so beautiful, Mizuki," he murmured as he finally, painstakingly pressed his own hips forward. His eyelids fluttered as he watched his length begin to disappear into Mizuki's unconscious body. As always, Mizuki was so tight and warm and stretched for Wuyang perfectly, drawing a whine out of the shorter man.
Wuyang dipped his head. His hair fell in black sheets around his face as he felt his balls press against Mizuki's ass, his entire cock enveloped in slick warmth. Wuyang let out a gasp as he felt Mizuki's body spasm around him, and then a soft, groggy moan rung in the air. This time, it wasn't his own.
"Wucchan…" The pet name sounded thick with confusion and rough with sleep. Wuyang's head shot back up to look at Mizuki, whose arm was now draped over his hazy pink face. Precum shone on Mizuki's stomach, his own dick dripping and just as needy as the one inside of him. "Why… are you, why…"
"Mizu," Wuyang moaned back. He gripped onto Mizuki's leg as his hips stuttered greedily. For a moment, he couldn't remember how words worked, lost in the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through his groin. "I… I couldn't resist…"
"C'mon, please…" Mizuki slurred out the words in such a manner that told Wuyang he was still half-asleep. "You started this. Get on with it…"
"Sorry," Wuyang gasped before letting go of Mizuki's leg and pitching forward. With Mizuki's words his inhibitions shattered, and he didn't think twice before he set a frantic pace with his hips. Every thrust pushed Mizuki closer to full consciousness. Soon those quiet, sleepy whines became loud, wanton moans as Wuyang fucked into him at a hungry yet repentant pace.
Mizuki soon let his arm drop from his face as he opened his eyes, locking his gaze with Wuyang's and staring at him intensely. "Slut," he hissed out, wide awake now. Wuyang eagerly proved his accusation right by not even faltering in his thrusts, despite the sharp smugness in Mizuki's tone.
"I'm sorry, Mizu," Wuyang whined desperately, "I couldn't help it— you looked s-so —"
"You tell me no…" Mizuki continued snidely, "and then you… ahhh… you go and wait til I'm asleep…"
"Mizuki, please," Wuyang gasped, picking up the pace with his own hips as he dug his fingertips into Mizuki's. Mizuki, in turn, reached his hand upward to grab a tight fistful of Wuyang's hair. Wuyang drove his teeth into his lip, eyes rolling with pleasure at the stinging in his scalp.
"You pervert," Mizuki spat, and then Wuyang was readjusting the angle of his hips. Mizuki yelped, and suddenly it was his turn to forget how words worked as Wuyang drilled his cock into the taller man's prostate.
"Are you complaining?" Wuyang huffed back, suddenly emboldened by the head rush that Mizuki's words brought him. His muscles rippled and glistened with fresh sweat as he gave Mizuki exactly what he knew they both wanted. The delicious sounds he tore from Mizuki with every wet, hot thrust were like music in his ears and fire in his core. Every time Mizuki tried to form new words, Wuyang drowned them out with the sounds of his heavy balls slapping against Mizuki's thoroughly stretched ass.
It wasn't long before Wuyang was hilting himself in Mizuki again, grinding feverishly against his deepest and sweetest of spots. Wuyang felt biting pain in his scalp from the grip on his hair as Mizuki's whole body tensed. He felt lightheaded once more as he watched Mizuki's cock throb and paint his belly in thick strands of cum. His own hips jerked in tandem with Mizuki's convulsions as his own load spilled deep inside of Mizuki, drenching his abused prostate.
And then the pleasure subsided and the room was silent again, save for the sound of panting.
"Mizuki, I…" Wuyang's voice wobbled as he came to his senses, looking down at the mess they made of one another — the one that he had started without Mizuki's permission. Mizuki stared at him through half lidded eyes, damp lashes enmeshing over his vision.
"When did you get so bold?" Mizuki breathed, his fingers still distorting the sheets in their grasp. Wuyang had to make the conscious effort not to fall over as Mizuki addressed him.
His face burned all over again. As soon as Wuyang found the words, they came tumbling out. "I'm so sorry, Mizuki, I should have asked before trying that, it really wasn't fair of me but you just looked so — and I couldn't-" The sound of his own name spoken below him stopped him in his tracks.
"Wuyang." Mizuki's voice was steady now, a sharp contrast to how it had been just minutes prior. "That was the hottest way you could have gone about it."
Wuyang blinked down at Mizuki. "Are you sure? I didn't ask…"
"I didn't ask." The taller man smirked as he let go of the sheet and propped himself up slightly on his elbow. "Chill out. I've never seen that side of you before. I liked it." Mizuki reached for Wuyang's hand, and when Wuyang took it, Mizuki coaxed him into laying beside him on the bed.
"Are you sure?" Wuyang pressed as his head met the pillows again. Suddenly his eyelids were feeling much more weighty than before. Mizuki sighed and leaned into Wuyang's chest much like how the shorter man had done with him earlier.
"Yes, I'm sure. In fact." Mizuki's voice had gradually dropped, and he sounded groggy again, tranquilized by the afterglow. "You should do it again some other time. When you think I'm least expecting it." He emphasized his point by clenching around Wuyang's cock, which was still buried perfectly inside of him.
Wuyang licked his lips. For a moment he thought about throwing in a third "are you sure". But instead, he settled on silent gratefulness, allowing himself to be overcome with relief instead of guilt. He pulled Mizuki closer to himself, fully taking in his warmth inside and out. He cared so much about Mizuki. And Mizuki trusted him. Mizuki knew he could never purposefully do anything to hurt him.
"I love you." The lilting words fell out before Wuyang could stop them, but Mizuki was already asleep again.