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“S-stop you idiot! Someone will catch us!”
Takumi stage whispered and struggled under the red head’s grasp. He arched his back as he felt hands run up his back, effectively wrinkling his shirt.
“No one’s around. Besides, it would be one hell of a view, hm?”
“S-souma! I don’t need the whole Polar star dorm knowing how w-we..!”
He stopped and let out a shaky breath, gripping his lover’s arms when he felt hands grip his waist and slide his slacks down a bit. He let out a soft moan and bit his own bottom lip when the hands moved to his ass, hitching him up. He quickly wrapped his legs around Souma’s waist and hid his face in his neck.
“So... Souma your room. You can do anything you want there!” He gasped out when he felt lips at his neck and teeth pushing into plush skin. He tilted his head back and panted out into the cold air.
“Well my sweet Takumi~ Will you let me take care of me tonight?” He felt more than heard him say that, his husky voice rumbling against the skin over his collarbone. His cheeks were burning up with color, glancing around as they started heading up the stairs of the abandoned Polar Star dorm, towards his boyfriend’s room. He felt his back hit the bed before a pair of lips hovered over his, breaths lingering. He closed his eyes and leaned up, kissing him. There was no effort put into taking it slow, tongues meeting and tangling in a dance.
It was hungry, but still calm and familiar. It didn’t stop Takumi’s body from heating up, sweat gathering on his skin. He gasped as they pulled back, a wet sound following the end of their kiss. He panted softly and reached down to begin removing some layers of clothing. He was halted, gentle hands urging him to stand with the red-head.
“Make a show out of it.” Souma rumbled, leaning back against the bed, his own shirt already open and hanging off of his frame.
Takumi shyly began removing his clothing, turning around and arching his back invitingly, looking back over his shoulder. He definitely made a show of removing his belt and wrapping it around Souma’s neck, pulling him close and rocking his hips a little. The tease was enough to have hungry eyes trailing over his skin, searching hands trying to grab at his hips. He moved back, letting the belt fall against his skin, turning around and rolling his hips to the beat he'd created in his head. He was slow on the button and zipper of his slacks, bending over slightly and sliding them down until they reached his feet. He sat on a dresser kicking the black material off. He spread his legs and looked back at his lover with coy eyes, trailing his own hands down the skin of his thighs, curling his toes a bit and hitching one leg up.
Souma made a low noise in his throat, standing and walking over to the dresser, promptly trapping himself between his lover's legs. Takumi felt the redhead’s hands run up his legs and linger on his thighs, nails teasing the sensitive skin. A small gasp accompanied by his head tilting back to expose more skin followed the tease. Hungry lips succumbed to the invitation, small sucks and nips adorning the skin. The same lips trailed kisses up to follow the hard line of his chin, leaving gentle brushes on his skin until they reached his ear.
"Tease."
Hands skidded past his underwear, giving Takumi the impression that they would be pulled down but the hands moved closer to his chest, fingers teasing over his nipples. He made a loud noise when he felt warmth engulf one of his nipples. He felt nibbles on the sensitive skin- bites that Takumi had no thought of stopping. Strings of saliva ran down the soft mounds from the sloppy kisses they were receiving. Sucking in a breath when the mouth relented and moved to the other, he noticed it was a pink and sensitive to even the low draft in the room. He shivered and brought his own hand up to brush on the sensitive skin, rubbing the nipple in slow circles and tugging on it lightly, moaning softly at the sensation it brought him coupled with the teasing the other nipple was receiving.
Touches lingered on his chest as if they did not want to leave that spot, lips switching to firm fingers as Souma kneeled down and began pressing kisses to his inner thighs. His hands worked on lifting his legs and slipping his underwear off. Right when Takumi began to think finally he would be touched where he needed it the most, Souma stood and began removing his own clothing. He whined softly in complaint, trying to bring him close again, missing the warmth of his skin.
“Sorry, it was starting to get too hot. Plus i’m already like this...”
Takumi eyes fell to what he was referring to, his cheeks darkening in their rosy state. Takumi brought him back again so he was close and he rubbed teasingly on the member, giving the tip and a kiss and a lick. He was pushed back against the dresser, skin pressing against skin. Takumi brought his leg up to hook on Souma’s shoulder, grabbing the small bottle of lube on the night stand. He coated his fingers and leaned back against the mirror on the dresser.
Souma watched fingers move down to the puckered entrance, sliding into it. Takumi let out a small moan, his toes curling as he began thrusting the fingers. “You’ve been waiting all day for this huh, Takumi? Your body looks so needy for me.” Takumi let a lewd sound spill from his lips, thrusting the fingers a little faster. His legs spread even at the smallest touch, Souma’s hands bringing him closer to his own body, eyes trained on the sight before him. Takumi was splayed out, the hungry look in his eyes rivaling souma's own.
“Souma...” He whined in a needy voice, fingers spreading out his entrance. He tilted his head back, displaying more skin invitingly. He smiled when Souma followed the temptation, his lips pressing on the soft skin.
“Turn around Takumi... I want to watch your face when i fuck you. I want you to see your face.”
He paused for a moment, biting his own lip and sliding the fingers out. "Um... I mean I can, but..."
"Please?"
Takumi looked up at him, sighing then moving himself so he was bent over the dresser instead, coming face to face with his own reflection. He looked away, back at Souma. “This is embarrassing, can’t we-”
Souma dipped down, pressing against Takumi’s back and teasing his entrance. “You look sexy like this, Takumi. Next time we should do it so you can see how it looks when its inside you... How does that sound?" While he talked, he slowly rubbed his tip against the puckered hole, pushing in slightly to see his reaction.
The smaller blonde let out a breathy moan and arched his back, his hips moving back to meet Souma’s.
“So eager already.” Souma grinned and pushed his member in, pressing gentle and soothing kisses to Takumi's shoulder. He waited, knowing he needed some time to adjust to his girth, even if they'd done this plenty of times before. He moved slowly at first, just letting him feel his length, pressing in deep. He rocked his hips a bit faster when he got a positive response. He kept thrusting slowly, rubbing Takumi's ass and kissing down his back, suddenly slamming in.
"You always take me in so well~"
“J-just shut up and- ahh~! S-sou-aaaaah! Fuck! Y-you’re the one that’s eager- ahh haaaah ahh~!” He put a hand over his quivering lips, trying not to be so loud, in fear that someone would be around at the dorm.
“Takumi, you look so good.”
“S-stop saying- mmh~!” He twitched and gripped the dresser’s back, nails scraping the surface.
“I’m sorry, i didn’t quite hear you, Takumi. Were you saying something?”
“H-harder...”
Souma’s felt a smirk rising to his face but he quickly hid it, not wanting the other to be mad. He complied, ramming into him and leaning back to deliver a quick slap to his ass, licking his lips. He groaned softly when Takumi began rolling his hips back to meet his thrusts, throwing his head back to moan against his own hand. "Mmmmaaah~!"
“You’ve got me all wound up, Takumi... I’m close already.” He whispered against his neck and bit the skin there, pistoning into the blonde, listening to the loud but yet muffled moans. Takumi reached a hand back to grip Souma’s hair, crying out into the cold air of the bedroom. “S-souma i’m cumming!”
Souma pulled out, chuckling when Takumi whined and moved his hips back, needy for more friction. “Why...? Come back- w-what are you doing? Y-you’ll drop me!”
Souma lifted the other and gripped underneath his knees, pressing Takumi’s back against his own chest and thrusting back into him. “Look Takumi... Look how you take me in, look how good you look with my cock inside of you." He kept thrusting hard inside of him, careful to keep a good grip on him while he bounced. "Look at you, the way your little hole takes me in. So good, Takumi."
“D-don’t say dirty things like that...! A-ahh~ t-there! There, Souma! Fuck! C-cumming- ahhnn~!” He twitched and arched his back, cumming hard against his own chest.
Souma groaned at the sight and thrust harder into him, cumming hard into him. Takumi moaned softly, making a face when Souma laid him down on his bed then plopped down next to him. He rubbed his own hips, panting softly. “That was... Wow.”
“Wanna do it again?”
“I-idiot! Aren’t you tired? Besides, you could hurt your hands like that! Or a shoulder or somethi-”
“ Ti amo, Takumi”
He stopped mid rant and blushed darkly, a pout forming as he looked off to the side.
“You better.”