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Not for the first time since they started dating, Daisuke was disappointed in his inability to ever say no to Haru. He sighed.
“I don’t understand how this could be appealing at all…” Daisuke said, face growing hotter by the minute. He shifted his gaze to look at Haru, drawing in a sharp breath at his expression. Mouth slightly quirked and pupils dilated, Daisuke felt himself being mentally undressed.
It was intoxicating, seeing those brown eyes so focused on him.
Haru strode up to him, wrapping his arms around Daisuke’s waist and pulling them flush together.
“Oh baby…” he muttered, nudging Daisuke’s chin to look him in the eye, “You don’t even know how sexy you look right now.”
His hand cupped Daisuke’s jaw as he pulled him in close, capturing his lips in a kiss. He whined, Haru swallowing the little noise before it could even fully leave his mouth.
He gasped into the kiss, clutching at Haru’s shirt. Could feel Haru cupping his jaw, rubbing his thumb along his cheekbone. It was slow, unhurried, all-consuming. Daisuke was slowly growing addicted to the feeling of their tongues sliding together. He couldn’t get enough of Haru, couldn’t get enough of his kisses and his gentle touches and his grounding hugs. Didn’t know how he lived the first twenty-seven years of his life without Haru in them.
He smirked, feeling Haru’s hands trail back to his ass to give it a squeeze. Honestly, Daisuke would never be able to understand Haru’s obsession with his butt. When he asked about it one time, Haru simply replied “Trust me, if you were me you’d be obsessed too,” and then teasingly slapped him. He refused to talk to Haru for a week after that (but really, his resolve broke after a day).
Haru’s hands trailed down and wrapped a finger around one of the straps surrounding Daisuke’s thigh, pulling it back and letting go to let the material snap against his thigh. Daisuke gasped at the sudden pinch of pain, caught off guard but not any less turned on. He glared at the taller man, who innocently shrugged and pulled him in for another kiss.
As per Haru’s request, Daisuke was wearing nothing but his lover’s work shirt and a harness. It was made of leather, black straps wrapping around his upper thigh and connecting to a piece that hugged his waist. Ironically, he felt more exposed wearing this than actually being naked in front of Haru.
When Haru first presented the idea to Daisuke, the younger had been mortified, immediately denying his request and shoving the harness deep into the recesses of his drawer.
But as the days passed, his mind kept trailing back to the harness. It looked uncomfortable, but clearly Haru wanted him to wear it. And he’d never asked Daisuke for anything before, adamant on saving money (as ludicrous as Daisuke thought the idea was). Daisuke figured he could listen to one of Haru’s requests. From what he understood, a relationship was about equal give-and-take.
“You’re driving me crazy, Kambe… look so damn pretty in this. Knew you’d look beautiful, but this is...” Haru trailed off, kissing his way down Daisuke’s jaw and neck.
Daisuke leaned his head to the side, eagerly exposing himself for Haru’s convenience. He loved feeling Haru mark him, almost as much as he loved marking Haru himself. He groaned as Haru bit down at the junction between his neck and shoulder, all the while kneading his ass.
“Katou, ah, bed - mm- bedroom,” he gasped, clenching at Haru’s arms. Haru merely hummed, continuing his attack on Daisuke’s neck as his hands traveled all over the other’s body.
Goosebumps rose on Daisuke’s arms, Haru’s thumbs brushing over his covered nipples.
“ Ah - Katou, I said -“
Haru pinched a nipple, Daisuke keening at the pleasantly painful stimulation.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to give orders right now,” he leaned in, licking the shell of Daisuke’s ear, “ Daisuke.”
Too much, this was too much for him already. He’d never admit it out loud, but Haru taking control turned him on much more than he’d care to admit. Knowing that he was the cause for Haru’s uncharacteristic behavior was just a bonus.
Daisuke could only moan in response, beginning to rut against Haru. It felt like they’d been doing this for hours already, Haru’s hands groping various parts of his body while he lavished Daisuke’s neck with kisses. Sure, foreplay was enjoyable, but Daisuke was an impatient man.
He could feel himself beginning to break, the option of giving in all too tempting now. Haru enjoyed teasing him, he knew. Enjoyed drawing out the different sounds Daisuke could make, watching his expressions change as he kissed every part of him. Daisuke thought it was both infuriating and an absolute turn-on.
He mustered what was left of his willpower to bring Haru’s face up to his, making eye contact with the older man. They stared at each other for a moment, the groping and desperation slowing. Daisuke pulled Haru in for an uncharacteristically soft kiss. He leaned in next to Haru’s ear, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“Haru…” he whispered, “take me to bed.”
He smirked at Haru’s sharp inhale, followed by a groan and a mumbled, “You’re gonna be the death of me, Kambe…”
Haru’s hands wrapped around his waist and lifted him up, Daisuke inwardly preening at the show of strength. He wrapped his legs around Haru’s waist securely, rutting against his partner as he started mouthing at Haru’s neck.
Haru began walking and his hands traveled down to cup Daisuke’s ass, fingers teasingly rubbing against Daisuke’s hole. The younger man gasped at the feeling, caught off guard.
Daisuke’s backside suddenly met the wall. Haru moved a hand to press his fingers against Daisuke’s lip, and Daisuke eagerly opened his mouth for access.
“Suck,” Haru commanded.
Two fingers went in and Daisuke eagerly did as told, running his tongue over Haru’s fingers and hollowing his cheeks. He felt drool running from the corners of his lips and looked up to stare directly at Haru.
Well aware he looked obscene, Daisuke smirked upon seeing Haru visibly swallow. The other quickly withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, the kiss sloppy and desperate. He felt Haru’s fingers circling his hole again, now wet with his spit.
“Relax for me, baby,” Haru mumbled, the younger having buried his head in the junction where his neck and shoulder met.
Daisuke whined, willing himself to relax but failing. Haru’s finger continued circling around his hole, waiting. He nudged Daisuke up with his shoulder, leaning in for a kiss.
Daisuke wrapped his arms around Haru’s neck, distracted. Haru’s mouth felt so good on his, their tongues slowly tangling together. He felt Haru’s finger pushing in a couple seconds later, gasping at the feeling. No matter how many times they did this, he’d never get used to how good Haru’s fingers felt in him, so much longer than his own and reaching places he couldn’t on his own.
“So good, baby, you’re so good for me,” Haru whispered, running his free hands against Daisuke’s thigh and the harness wrapping around it. Daisuke arched into Haru, keening at the praise. Haru’s hand gripped his thigh and he was moved off the wall again, Haru’s finger still working inside him.
Daisuke clutched at Haru’s shirt, panting into his collarbone. Each step pushed Haru’s finger in, another one circling around his rim.
He heard the door of Haru’s bedroom click closed, and Haru gently placed him on the bed, pulling away. Daisuke whined at the loss of his finger.
“Patience, Daisuke,” Haru chided, “be a good boy and lay down for me.”
If Daisuke wasn’t horny out of his mind he might have scoffed. But as it was, the pet name only made him more aroused, leaning on his elbows to wait for Haru to come back.
Haru grabbed lube and condoms from his drawer and came back to the bed, caging Daisuke in his arms.
Daisuke took note of the multiple condoms and snickered. “More than one? A little confident, are we now?”
Haru rolled his eyes, somewhat exasperated but fond. He smirked, then said, with all the confidence a frat boy would, “You won’t be able to walk by the time I’m done with you.”
Daisuke tried holding back his smile but couldn’t, seeing the corner of Haru’s mouth twitch as well. Haru broke first, giggling into Daisuke’s neck. Daisuke couldn’t help but break out in his own smile, lightly stroking Haru’s hair as he felt the other’s shoulders shake above him.
Haru lifted his head up and paused for a moment. The two of them looked at each other, Haru’s eyes sparkling in the way they always did when he was looking at Daisuke. It took his breath away.
The older man cradled Daisuke’s face and leaned in for a kiss, first short and sweet. He pulled back, smiling softly again at Daisuke before going in for another one, this time deep and passionate. Daisuke was getting lost in the feeling, Haru’s kisses and touch an ocean he didn’t mind drowning in. His cock slowly grew back to full hardness, one of Haru’s hands trailing down to lightly stroke it.
He broke away first for air, panting as Haru moved down to mouth at his neck. He sucked into a preexisting bruise, Daisuke gasping at the pleasure-pain. Haru’s other hand was still stroking him, the touch light and teasing.
“ Ah, Haru, don’t-” he panted, voice pitching as Haru’s hand moved down to fondle his balls.
”Don’t what , Daisuke?” Haru teased. Daisuke glared at him.
“You know what, you insufferable- ah! ”
Haru pushed his knees up to rest on his shoulders, mouth hovering over Daisuke’s hole.
“Haru, wait, that’s-”
Haru merely hummed in acknowledgement, then pressed the flat of his tongue against Daisuke.
Daisuke groaned, the sensation foreign but pleasurable. Haru’s tongue stroked up and down, hands gripping Daisuke’s thighs. Daisuke was going crazy, felt himself losing his mind as Haru continued his ministrations. When Haru’s tongue pushed in he moaned, mind going hazy from the pleasure.
He clenched at the sheets by his hand, biting his lip to stop any more embarrassing sounds from coming out. It was a struggle to not make any noise, the feeling of Haru’s tongue thrusting in and out of his hole almost proving to be too much for him.
The sensations stopped for a moment and Daisuke bit back a whine.
Haru tsk ed, leaning up to hover above Daisuke again. His hair was all messed up, pupils dilated and lips glistening from the saliva. He brought a thumb up to pull Daisuke’s lip from his teeth.
“Let me hear you, love,” he crooned, capturing Daisuke’s lips in a kiss. It should have disgusted Daisuke, considering Haru’s lips were literally just on his asshole a few moments prior. Instead, he kissed back, mind clouded from arousal. He’d probably do anything Haru asked him to at that point.
Haru broke away, slowly unbuttoning Daisuke’s shirt and trailing kisses down his body. He stopped at Daisuke’s chest to suck his nipple, bringing a hand up to pinch and roll the other.
Daisuke arched into Haru’s mouth, hands moving to clutch his hair. He was already pent up from earlier, and Haru seemed intent on taking his time to ruin him before they went any further.
“Haru, not there - ngh. ”
Haru hummed, moving to give Daisuke’s other nipple the same treatment.
“Not here? But you’re so pretty, Daisuke. Look at you, so hard just for me,” he teased. His free hand moved down and barely ghosted against Daisuke’s cock, the younger letting out a small moan at the contact.
“You,” Daisuke huffed, “are such a tease.”
He felt Haru smile against his chest, letting go of his nipple with a pop and blowing on it. It made Daisuke’s yelp and his whole body shiver, caught off guard by the cold air. He lightly slapped Haru’s shoulder, the older man chuckling a bit before mercifully moving on, continuing down Daisuke’s body.
At the area where the harness wrapped around his body, Haru stopped.
“Let’s keep it on, yeah? It’d be such a waste to take it off after you did all that work to put it on for me,” he murmured into Daisuke’s stomach, reverent.
Daisuke nodded slightly, glancing away from his lover. Haru really said the boldest things in bed. It was unexpected, but it just added to the appeal.
“Thank you, Daisuke.”
He could feel Haru’s small smile on his skin, imagined the irritatingly charming wink he’d probably shoot the younger if they were looking at each other.
Haru resumed his path down Daisuke’s body, hands playing with the details of the harness. He moved lower and lower, until his breath ghosted over Daisuke’s covered length.
Daisuke inhaled, sharp as he arched up into Haru’s mouth, into his touch. Haru, decidedly merciful for once, swallowed him down with one motion. Daisuke yelped at the feeling, his length suddenly surrounded by wet heat.
The fleeting thought that Haru must’ve had a lot of experience passed through his mind before it blanked. It should’ve been illegal, the way Haru’s tongue swirled expertly around his head, the way he hollowed his cheeks just right to suck. He was already hanging on the edge, built up from Haru’s teasing all night. The older chose that exact moment to push a finger into him, prodding at his prostate and Daisuke was gone.
Heat traveled through him as Daisuke shuddered. He came to after what felt like hours but was probably only a minute, whining and trying to push Haru’s head off. He was still licking Daisuke’s cock, still slowly pushing his finger in and out, and the younger was growing oversensitive, overwhelmed by the feeling.
Haru pulled off after a few seconds, a small mercy. His finger, however, continued moving, a second one easing its way in. It was cold and wet, Haru having not bothered to warm up the lube before using it. Daisuke gasped and flinched a little at the temperature change.
Haru was above him immediately, pausing in his ministrations.
“You okay?”
Daisuke inhaled sharply and nodded, closing his eyes. He replied, “Yes. It’s cold though.” The words were slightly slurred together, and he would have been embarrassed had he not come just moments prior.
Haru hummed in acknowledgement, pulling out to warm up the lube. He was pushing back into Daisuke after a few seconds, the other letting out a small noise of encouragement.
Two fingers slowly pushed in, the slight stretch making Daisuke lightheaded. He gasped and Haru kissed it away, swallowing the sound.
“So pretty for me, Daisuke. You’re so good for me, such a good boy. Can’t wait to feel you stretched around me, always so tight and perfect,” Haru whispered into his skin, reverent.
Daisuke gasped, little gasps and moans involuntarily leaving his mouth as Haru’s fingers scissored and stretched him open. Every now and then he’d brush against Daisuke’s prostate, watching for the younger’s reaction before pulling away and repeating the same thing. A third finger circled around his entrance.
The older had moved back to Daisuke’s chest, gently sucking and licking around his nipple. When he pushed in his third finger he lightly bit down, and Daisuke couldn’t help the surprised shout. He glared at Haru, his partner kissing his abused nipple in apology. He shifted to the other side, the three fingers inside Daisuke beginning to roughly thrust in and out.
He could feel his cock slowly growing back to full hardness, spurred on by Haru’s rough treatment. The older seemed intent on breaking him apart, aiming for his prostate with every push.
“ Ngh , hah - Haru,” Daisuke panted, “inside, want you inside.”
Haru glanced up from where he was still laving at Daisuke’s nipple, gently nibbling at it before shifting up again. He looked at Daisuke, eyes mischievous.
“Yeah, baby? Say that again, I couldn’t hear you clearly the first time.”
Daisuke tsk ed. Bastard . He looked away and stayed silent. Two could play that game.
Haru lifted an eyebrow. “Hmm. So you wanna be bad now? You know what happens to bad boys, right, Daisuke?”
His heart sped up at that, well aware Haru was capable of changing personas at the drop of a pin. He felt himself growing harder, mentally cursing himself for it.
Haru chuckled darkly and ran his finger along Daisuke’s length. He shuddered.
“Looks like you’re looking forward to the punishment. But punishments aren’t supposed to be fun, right baby?”
Daisuke was slowly losing any semblance of self-control, Haru’s finger continuously running up and down his length. He hadn’t stopped twisting and pushing his fingers in Daisuke, the sensations building. The younger bit his lip, concentrating all his efforts on not bucking up into Haru’s touch. The only thing that’d do was work against him.
Haru suddenly stopped both his hands, moving up so they were face-to-face. He took Daisuke’s jaw in one hand and forced him to make eye contact.
“Answer me, Daisuke.”
Daisuke would have, if he had the brain power to. He bit back a whine, eyes averting from Haru’s intense stare. Just looking at the older made him want to submit, every cell in his body screaming at him to let go, to listen, to give in.
Instead, he forced out a “What?”
Haru’s eyes darkened, and Daisuke knew he was in for it.
-
Daisuke laid across Haru’s lap, writhing in the older’s hold. His mind was blanking, his already weak self-control snapping. Haru wasn’t letting up, kept pushing the dildo in and out of Daisuke at a punishing speed. Daisuke writhed in his hold, couldn’t handle the merciless treatment, wanted to cum so badly but Haru’s grip on his dick prevented him from doing so. He whined, twisted away but Haru nudged him back into place with his arms, never slowing down.
“Ha-Haru...”
Haru hmm ed, and that was the only acknowledgement Daisuke got. He was exhausted, just wanted to cum, “ Please, Haru, please ,” but Haru didn’t let up, kept railing the dildo onto his abused prostate and Daisuke couldn’t handle it anymore. He yelled on a particularly hard thrust and his mind blanked, fireworks traveling up his spine.
Daisuke was still shuddering through the aftershocks, and yet Haru didn’t stop. The tears that had been building up began to flow freely, and Daisuke reached around to weakly claw at Haru’s wrist, a silent plea.
Haru sighed, as if it was a chore to wreck Daisuke. Acted like blowing Daisuke’s whole world away was another task to check off his to-do list. The young billionaire wanted to be annoyed, but his head was still foggy from his orgasm, and the continued stimulation wasn’t helping.
“You came, baby? But I didn’t say you could, did I?” Haru asked, finally stopping his thrusting. Daisuke slumped down, his whole body relaxing from the reprieve.
“You’re so naughty today. I don’t think you deserve my cock at all, considering this toy was enough to make you come,” Haru hummed, thumb swiping over Daisuke’s slit.
He whimpered, the tip wet from precum. Haru’s grip around him was still iron-tight, denying him any real release. He didn’t even think he could come dry, but leave it to Haru to push him to his limits.
“No, want you inside, Haru…” Daisuke sobbed. He wanted - needed - Haru inside of him, the plastic of the vibrator not enough. Wanted to feel his lover sink inch by inch into him, wanted to feel the stretch, wanted to feel the heat. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle it so soon after his orgasm, but Daisuke was anything if not ambitious. He lifted his head from the bed, pleaded with Haru through his tear-filled eyes.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Haru breathed, his persona breaking. He slowly pulled the toy out, Daisuke whining at the loss. His lover gently pulled Daisuke up so he was sitting in his lap, and wiped the tears away from his face. He kissed him, sweet and soft, murmuring, “You okay, love? Need to use the safeword?”
Daisuke shook his head but sat quietly, simply breathing. He was still reeling from his orgasm, body involuntarily twitching every now and then. Haru understood his silent request for a momentary pause, and soothingly ran his hands up and down his back.
As Daisuke calmed down, Haru seemed to grow impatient. He flinched at the feeling of teasing fingers at his hole.
“So eager for more. Look at you, your greedy hole isn’t satisfied yet,” Haru hummed, hand moving to swipe at Daisuke’s slit again, “and you’re still so wet for me.”
He began mouthing at Daisuke’s collarbone, lightly jerking him off at the same time. The friction was delicious, but he wanted Haru inside, and said as much.
“Ha - hah - Haru, want you, wanna come with you inside,” he mewled, and heard Haru suck in a breath.
“Yeah, sure, just let me-” Haru fumbled, and Daisuke couldn’t help the spark of pride it lit in him. He watched as the older man hastily rolled on the condom, making little noises all the while just to fuck with him. It was obvious Haru knew he was doing it on purpose, glaring at him a little while he lubed up.
“You really wanna tease me now? You’re just asking for a punishment, you know?” Haru growled, his expression suddenly darkening. Daisuke felt even more blood rushing down; he was sure he’d pass out from all the blood focused in his erection. His brain was an afterthought. Was that even possible? Fainting from being too hard?
“Answer me, Daisuke. You wanna be punished again?”
Daisuke vehemently shook his head. He was going to die from blue balls if Haru kept up this treatment, just needed that last push. It felt like he’d been on the edge for hours .
“Use your words, baby,” Haru teased, rubbing his length against Daisuke’s hole. He whined, rutting back. He craved, wanted, needed the delicious friction, but Haru was cruel enough to pull away.
“No, no- Haru, please, I want you inside, don’t want a punishment, just want you, please please please ,” Daisuke pleaded, his hole aching for something inside. He would’ve taken the damn plastic cock at this point, desperate to fill the emptiness.
Haru smiled, swiped a thumb across Daisuke’s kiss-swollen lips. He pushed a little and Daisuke eagerly opened his mouth, sucking around the digit. He laved at it, reached up to cradle Haru’s hand in his own and blinked up at his lover through wet lashes. Please , he tried to communicate, and it seemed like enough for Haru. He pulled his thumb out and used the hand to guide himself in.
They both moaned at the head pushing in, Daisuke’s hands clenching where they were perched on Haru’s shoulders. His lover rubbed circles against his back. “Relax, baby, you’re too tight.”
Daisuke almost rolled his eyes, in exasperation rather than pleasure. Maybe if Haru wasn’t so fucking big he’d be having an easier time. The younger tried communicating as such, glaring at his partner.
Haru merely smiled, hands moving up to pinch at Daisuke’s sore nipples. He gasped, threw his head back from the sensitivity and Haru, the bastard, moved his hands down to Daisuke’s hips and thrusted up, bottoming out in one smooth motion.
Somehow Haru had this magical skill of locating Daisuke’s prostate within the first two minutes of them fucking, and this time was no different. He hit the spot dead-on, the younger shouting and coming from that alone. He was still shivering, shuddering through the aftershocks when Haru planted his hands on Daisuke’s hips and began guiding him up and down.
All of Daisuke’s higher brain functions seemed to have shut down, the only thing he was aware of the sensation of Haru ramming into his prostate. He barely had half a mind to grind down, still reeling from his orgasm that seemed to have never ended. He whined, oversensitive. But he didn’t want to stop and Haru seemed to agree, providing no reprieve as he continued guiding Daisuke up and down his cock.
Daisuke could feel drool leaking from the corners of his mouth, his previously dried tear-tracks freshened as he sobbed.
“Ju - mm - just c- came. Ha - ah - Haruuuu,” he whined, head dropping to lean on Haru’s broad shoulder.
“Hmm? But you’re still leaking, baby,” Haru pointed out, briefly swiping his slit. Daisuke cried out, almost came from that alone. “I think you can handle another one.”
Another one? Haru was really going to make him come dry a third time? Daisuke felt himself getting lightheaded, sluggishly shook his head “no,” against Haru’s shoulder. Haru slowed down his pace and Daisuke was almost regretful at the loss of sensation. But then he was being coaxed down onto the bed and Haru was suddenly kneeling over him, his handsome face blocking Daisuke’s vision.
“Just one more, baby. I know you can do it for me. You’re my good boy, aren’t you?” Haru requested, free hand moving to gently caress Daisuke’s cheek.
Was he Haru’s good boy? That was right, he was Haru’s good boy. Would do anything to stay good, and suddenly Daisuke was sure he could do whatever Haru asked of him. He nodded, eyes fluttering closed at the feeling of Haru pushing against his hole again.
Daisuke whimpered, tightening his walls around Haru. The slow drag of Haru’s cock inside him was so satisfying, placated a need in Daisuke that he wasn’t even aware of until it was already fulfilled. Haru bottomed out and he gasped, nails digging into the older’s shoulders. He was given a moment to adjust before Haru started rocking in and out, small motions to account for Daisuke’s sensitivity.
“Feel so good, baby. Love feeling you around me, always so tight and perfect,” Haru mumbled, voice deep and raspy next to Daisuke’s ear. The praise made his face heat up, sweat dripping down his neck. Haru’s shirt had managed to slip out of the harness during their activities, the leather beginning to chafe against his skin.
“W - wait, Haru,” he gasped out, “the harness is uncomfortable; want it off, please.”
Haru stopped moving for a second and Daisuke was almost afraid he would ignore him, but his lover pulled out and leaned back on his knees, wordlessly beginning to undo the leather. Strip by strip, Daisuke’s skin was freed from the contraption, and he breathed out a small sigh of relief, closing his eyes.
After a few minutes Haru finished, but he stayed motionless. Daisuke peeked an eye open and he was just staring, though for what reason the younger was completely unaware. He asked Haru as much and he simply motioned toward Daisuke’s body.
He glanced down and felt his face grow hot. The straps had left marks on his body, leaving a ghost of the harness. Daisuke looked back up at Haru, and the look in his eyes was ravenous. He suppressed a shiver.
Haru glanced up at Daisuke and the two of them locked eyes, simply staring for a moment. Haru broke contact first, and began to trace his fingers over the marked skin. The touch was light, almost as if Daisuke was something fragile. Something precious. He slowly lifted up one of Daisuke’s legs and gently placed a kiss against his thigh. Daisuke felt more so than heard the whispered, “So beautiful,” against his skin, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to kick Haru upside the head or pull him in for a kiss.
Before he could make a decision, however, Haru was moving his other leg up and against his shoulder. He leaned down, pressing until Daisuke’s legs were almost against his own chest and the two of them were looking into each other’s eyes once again. The older leaned down for a kiss, silently asking for an okay, and Daisuke nodded.
His length was pushed in again, both of them sighing at the feeling. Daisuke’s own cock hadn’t softened at all during the exchange, and precum leaked onto his stomach. If it was possible, he felt even harder than before.
“Moving now,” Haru grunted out, slowly pulling out. “You’re still so tight, Daisuke. Won’t stop sucking me in, even after all of that.”
Daisuke glared at him, and then Haru rammed his cock back in and all semblance of thought left his mind. Didn’t even get a chance to stutter out a “wait” before Haru was repeating the same motion again, dragging his cock out before slamming home.
Haru began to increase the speed and the only thing Daisuke was capable of doing anymore was letting out little gasps and moans. He wrapped his arms around Haru’s neck, clutching on for dear life as Haru continued his harsh thrusting. Tears built up in his eyes, the friction delicious. He savored the little grunts and moans Haru was letting out right by his ear, almost drowned out by his own aborted whines.
Suddenly the older was pressing Daisuke’s thighs just a bit more to kiss his neck and the angle changed and OH-
Daisuke couldn’t help the shout he let out, Haru’s cock slamming right onto his prostate. He felt a smirk against his skin and then Haru focused all his efforts onto that one spot. There was really no mercy for Daisuke and he came with a yelled, “Haru!” scratching at the other’s back.
Haru, to all his credit, did not slow down for a second. Tears streamed down his face and all Daisuke could do was moan and gasp, explosions traveling up and down his body. He hadn’t even recovered from the aftershocks and could already feel another orgasm building up. His abused prostate wasn’t given any type of break, and jolts of pleasure traveled up Daisuke’s spine, building and building until he crested over once again, a silent wail leaving his mouth. He bit down onto Haru’s shoulder as his eyes rolled back, felt his walls clamping down on the hard cock inside of him and finally, finally Haru came with a shout, furiously jerking off Daisuke as he shot into the condom.
Daisuke writhed in his hold, could feel Haru slowly growing soft as he continued rubbing against Daisuke’s prostate. The combined stimulation was more than enough and Daisuke came from his cock with a scream. Cum shot out as far as his chin, covering his abdomen in white as he shook. After three back-to-back orgasms his mind was fried, body shaking from pleasure as he tried calming down. It seemed to last forever.
Haru stared at him in awe, gently moving his legs to rest against the bed again. He laid down next to Daisuke, resting his head against a hand while the other gently stroked his partner’s face. Daisuke struggled to keep his eyes open, his body twitching every now and then. Haru made a move to get off the bed and it took all of Daisuke’s effort to weakly clutch at his arm and whisper, “Stay.”
Haru paused at that, seemingly weighing his decisions before he moved to carry Daisuke, bridal style.
“Don’t ever say I don’t do anything for you,” he chuckled, and Daisuke was too tired to even argue back. His eyes shut as he buried his face deeper into the junction between Haru’s neck and shoulder.
The next time he opened his eyes, the two of them were sitting in the bathtub, chest to back. Haru was humming behind him as he gently massaged Daisuke’s head. The feeling was so nice that he felt himself drifting off again, and his eyes slid closed.
He woke up to a dark room, under warm covers and in Haru’s arms. Daisuke felt clean and comfortable, moving to smell the hoodie that he confirmed was Haru’s. The shift woke up Haru, who’d always been a light sleeper. He pulled Daisuke in closer, buried his face in his hair.
“Feel okay?” he mumbled, voice laden with sleep. Daisuke felt a surge of affection wash over him. He really was so lucky to have Haru - stubborn, blunt, caring Haru - as his lover.
“Mm,” he hummed, burying his face into Haru’s shirt. “Don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow though.”
He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, and Haru, cocky bastard, responded with an “I told you so.”
Daisuke took back every nice thing he ever thought about Haru in his head and pinched the older man in the side, satisfied with the yelp he got in response.
He could hear the pout in Haru’s voice as he mumbled “So rude,” into Daisuke’s hair. He wasn’t really mad though, tightening his hold around Daisuke and nuzzling the top of his head at the same time.
“Goodnight then, Daisuke,” he mumbled, and his breathing evened out within minutes.
“Goodnight, Haru,” Daisuke whispered into his chest, surrounded by Haru’s love. He dreamt that night of Haru and home.