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"Wuyang," Mizuki whined, grinding his cock against Wuyang's strap, his arms clutching Wuyang's for dear life. "Wu..Wu-chan.."
Wuyang blinked, flustered by the sudden, new nickname. "Mizuki?"
"Please, please please, Wu-chan," Mizuki tightened his grip. He bent over Wuyang to lean his head on his shoulder, then lifted his leg so that it rested on the wall behind them, exposing his prepped hole. "Now, please."
"Wu-chan…" Wuyang mumbled. He clumsily stroked his strap, spreading the lube gathered at the top down the long silicone. He did his best to angle it towards Mizuki's hole through his blocked view, and slowly pushed in with his hips.
Mizuki moaned directly in his ear. Wuyang kept pushing further in, his face wholly aflame with a blush that spread to his shoulders. He finally bottomed out, feeling his thighs press gently against Mizuki's. He felt almost hypnotized as he ducked a bit to look at his cock in Mizuki, the way his hole stretched around it, with Mizuki's own cock dripping precum steadily against his stomach.
"Okay," Mizuki moaned. "More, now, please."
Wuyang couldn't say no to that. He began fucking into Mizuki slowly, trying to find his groove. The belt of the strap slid slightly which was frustrating, but he was able to find a nice cadence if he angled his hips up. Mizuki cried against his neck, streams of unintelligable words flowing steadily from him.
"Good boy, Mizu," Wuyang whispered, his eyes still watching the way Mizuki's hole took his cock. "You're so good for me, you know?"
Mizuki bit down on his shoulder. Wuyang jerked forward in surprise, his hips thrusting deep into Mizuki's hole as a result. "Yes," Mizuki whined, mouth still licking and sucking where he bit. "Hard like that."
Wuyang adjusted his grip on Mizuki to be slightly stronger, still careful to not crush him. He used this leverage to pound harshly into him. He felt his cunt get even wetter as Mizuki bit into him again; his whole body shook with pleasure.
"Wu…Wu-chan," Mizuki breathed. "C-cumming now."
Mizuki's leg fell from the wall and his whole body pressed Wuyang into the wall, burying the strap deep inside him. Wuyang felt the warmth of Mizuki's cum against his stomach. He pet down Mizuki's back as Mizuki whimpered and shook.
"You're so cute, Mizu," he cooed. "Good boy. Let's get you cleaned up."
Mizuki looked up at him pitifully from his spot on Wuyang's shoulder. "Wanna suck you."
Heat rushed up Wuyang's stomach. "Uh," he searched for the right words. "Later, 'kay? I think you should lay down right now."
"Lay down," Mizuki slurred. "With you sitting on my face."
Wuyang playfully slapped Mizuki's shoulder. He pushed Mizuki off of him, his strap sliding out and making him moan. He guided him to the bed, laying him down. Mizuki reached out for him, an uncharacteristic pout on his lips. Wuyang huffed a laugh as he undid the buckle of his strap, letting it fall to his feet.
"You sure?" He ran his fingers down through his bush, rubbing his palm against his clit a few times. It slid easily—he had gotten way wetter than he expected while fucking Mizuki, considering he only got a little stimulation during it.
"Please," Mizuki made a praying sign with his hands. "Ah, please, Wuyang…"
Wuyang's clit throbbed. He climbed on the bed, hovering over Mizuki as he crawled up his body until he was at neck level. He positioned himself so that his legs could easily hold his weight as he hovered over Mizuki's face. A leg day joke popped into his mind and promptly disappeared as soon as Mizuki dug in.
"Fuck!" Wuyang cried out, body curling forward, his arms reaching to grab the headboard. Mizuki went straight for his clit, sucking it hard. His tongue swirled around it as it hardened more and more. Mizuki always ate him out with an unrivaled enthusiasm—anytime Wuyang brought it up afterwards, he would avoid his gaze and play it cool. He could act tough all he wanted. The way he was slurping Wuyang's slick right now said it all.
Mizuki brought a finger to play at Wuyang's hole, barely dipping in before removing it, teasing. Wuyang pressed his cunt harder against Mizuki's face, panting. "Ah, Mizu, be… be good… You were behaving so well.."
Hot breath poured against Wuyang's cunt as Mizuki moaned. He immediately brought his finger back, pumping it into Wuyang's hole as he sucked his cock. Climax rolled through Wuyang hard, his abs clenching and his voice keening. Mizuki kept licking at him, drinking his cum until Wuyang clambered off him to lay by his side.
Mizuki looked at him expectantly, mouth glistening with his slick.
"Yeah," Wuyang breathed out, his chest still heaving. "You did good, Mizuki."