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Okkotsu massaged his temple, while his eyes are fixed on the screen of his laptop, his eyeglasses almost falling down when he heard the sound of someone tapping his hands on the table.
“Just set up the player, and I’ll be there.” He says without taking his eyes off the screen.
Inumaki, shakes his head, continue to tap his fingers on table. He’s been telling his boyfriend he wants to watch a movie, but the guy just keep on declining his request—because he’s busy doing a report for the case they solved near on their place three days ago. Even though they’re not students anymore, and they live on their own already—they’re still a jujutsu sorcerers. They still serve for the purpose of protecting the nation along with Tengen’s barriers.
“Give me five minutes,” Okkotsu said, trying his best to finish up soon for his boyfriend.
He doesn’t like keeping him wait, because knowing Inumaki—he wouldn’t wait, silently.
Just as he was finishing the last paragraph of the report, he felt a sudden touch on his legs. Inumaki, using his left foot brushing it up against Okkotsu’s hairy legs—that send shivers on him, as Inumaki keep doing it, while his head lie on his arm, facing his own phone screen. Okkotsu ignored it. He probably thought it wasn’t intentional.
Not when Inumaki’s foot starts to reach his thigh, against his shorts—he could feel how cold his partner’s foot. Okkotsu sighed and look at Inumaki, who’s now sitting straight—presses one hand fully against his cheek, his purple eyes still lock on his phone screen.
Okkotsu, again, ignored it.
He decided to keep his focus on the papers, he’s close at finishing it—when he felt how Inumaki’s toes touched his crotch area. It was fast, as if actually it didn’t happened because the guy who did it suddenly hums while his eyes are still glued on his phone screen—as if he’s watching something interesting.
Okkotsu pushes his glasses up, and ignored it again.
Inumaki giggles before he moves his foot again, this time it touched his boyfriend’s manhood against the fabric and it stayed there—he moves it up, that’s when Okkotsu grabs his foot under the table and says, “I said give me five minutes,” he said seriously, voice almost sound angry.
Inumaki put his phone down to type something and showed it on his boyfriend.
‘Too slow’
Okkotsu tsked, “Well, that’s because you’re distracting me,” he says
He let go of Inumaki’s foot and reached his boyfriend’s hand on the table. “Just go to our room and wait. I’ll be done, soon.” He said softly, as he saw Inumaki’s eyes glaring at him. He’s wearing his high collar but Okkotsu knows, under it, his boyfriend is pouting against him.
Five minutes was a lie. He knows that he needs more than it, because the whole time Inumaki was in front of him—he wasn’t able to make up that much sentences, he was indeed distracted. He looked down on his shorts, and there, another part of him that can’t lie. He’s hard. He brushed his hair up and took a deep breath, calming his own dick—that is probably missing his partner’s touch, already.
Inumaki closes the door behind him, and unzips his high collar—he put his two hands on his face. He could feel the heat on his cheeks. The memory of his boyfriend looking at him seriously, how his green eyes look so deep, pursed lips when he gets a little fire up, and—and the feeling of his cock against Inumaki’s feet, the boy could still remember it. He knows it’s hard already.
Something about Okkotsu getting a little mad, makes Inumaki excited—or in simplest word, horny.
Okkotsu would always spoil him, in almost everything—the guy said it was a payback for all the years he wasn’t able to be with him, but then days passed Inumaki knows that his boyfriend ended up just being too nice and understanding for him. Too much, that he rarely gets mad. Okkotsu would always be the one who will apologize to every argument, whether it was a small fight or something they shouldn’t be fighting in the first place.
He would say, “Sorry, but let’s fix it,” or “Sorry, it won’t happen again,”
Sometimes, Inumaki would just want his boyfriend to at least get mad at him—for being annoying, for being too mean, for being too pushy.
Was it out of lust or being greedy? He doesn’t know. He just wants to push Okkotsu on the edge, wanting to get a different reaction for his boyfriend.
Okkotsu put his glasses down, as he starts to stretch his arms—looking at the screen, how his email quickly sent to Ijichi. He closes his laptop, and glances at the clock—it’s been thirty minutes since Inumaki went to their room.
‘He’s probably watching the movie’ he thinks, as he decided to stood up and walk to their room.
He swiftly open the door and call for his boyfriend, “Babe—,” when he was caught off guard of what his eyes saw.
Toge Inumaki on their bed, his lower body exposed—his other hand fisting the sheet while the other is on his dick, stroking his own. Inumaki glances at him, but he still continue to move his own hand in fast pace, Okkotsu could see how red his cheeks are—and tears on his side. He also notices how his dick looks a bit red, it’s hard but nothing is coming out.
“Y—yuuta,” he call, more like begging,
Okkotsu swallows, as he walks slowly on their bed. “Hmm?” he said as he sat on the corner. Inumaki continues to have his own hand doing the thing—while they’re looking at each other.
“Help—,” he said, there was no cursed power behind it.
Okkotsu wipes Inumaki’s sweat on his forehead; he also cleaned some of his hair that has gotten sticky. Just how long he’s been masturbating alone on their bed, he wanted to ask but afraid he won’t get anything as the boy continue to moan, sucking some air as he still wouldn’t be able to come.
“I thought we’re watching movie?” Okkotsu playfully said, as he made his way on top of Inumaki.
Inumaki just bite his lip and shake his head. He couldn’t even remember what was the title of the movie he wants to watch.
“What do you want me to do?” Okkotsu asks, as his gaze went on his partner’s shaft, Inumaki had already stop moving his hand, and instead he open his arms asking for Okkotsu to come close—which the other did.
Inumaki wrapped his arms around Okkotsu’s neck, and pull him close as he whispered words on his ear. “Make love—,” he was cut off when Okkotsu felt he poured cursed power on it; he breaks free from the hug and stares straight to his boyfriend’s eyes.
He planted a kiss on his forehead, and says “No,” Inumaki looks at him confused, but was silent as he saw his boyfriend touched the tip of his cock and heard him says, “I said, no cursed words on bed,”
Inumaki widened his eyes, as he remembers their rule. He was about to say something when Okkotsu starts moving his hand on his dick. “But, if you come from this,” he says as he saw how Inumaki starts to find some air to suck, “I’ll do it,” he added, moving his hand, a bit faster this time.
“Ah—,” Inumaki moaned, looking straight at Okkotsu’s hand on his dick when he felt the boy raises his leg and starts licking his toes. Inumaki shaking his head, “D-don’t,”
Okkotsu carefully holding his feet, “But this one likes it,” he says as he held the tip of Inumaki’s cock and brushed his thumb it. He saw how that sudden move sent shiver to Inumaki, as he closes his eyes and held on the sheets, tightly.
He’s close. Okkotsu thought, so he put Inumaki’s leg down and his free hand went on his boyfriend’s ass, spreading it by his two fingers. Very slowly, he moves his finger inside as he can feel the hole tightening around his fingers. Inumaki being greedy as he is, he starts to fuck down on Okkotsu’s fingers, lift himself a little as he put his weight on his elbows—ground on the bed as he moves back and forth meeting each movement of his boyfriend’s fingers.
“Ah—I—I’m co—Ah,” Inumaki moans loudly as he felt Okkotsu’s mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing every drop of cum he let out. He put his hands on Okkotsu’s head, as the guy hungrily lick and drink up all the cum his boyfriend could offer.
When he was done, he wipes his mouth and leaned closely to Inumaki—they kissed. A moan escaped from their mouth, as Inumaki starts to lift Okkotsu’s shirt, the guy breaks from the kiss to properly undress himself.
Inumaki’s eyes were glued on Okkotsu’s body—it’s not the first time he would see him naked, but everytime he gets the chance, he would admire him. It’s not too big but the muscles were perfectly placed on his body. His hands quickly touch Okkotsu’s abdomen, the guy let out a fluttery laugh and says, “I told you to work out if you want a body like this,”
Inumaki pouts as his little fingers, wandering around Okkotsu’s naked upper body.
Okkotsu grab one of his fingers, and put it on his mouth, Inumaki let out a loud gasp as he saw his boyfriend slowly sucking two of his fingers now—his eyes looking at him intently. This is making him more horny than he was, he pulls his own fingers away and grab Okkotsu by neck as he starts kissing him again. Okkotsu bite his lower lip, as he pushes his tongue inside, Inumaki opens his mouth for his boyfriend as he felt its hands making its way on his shirt—lifting it up.
They broke the kiss, Inumaki moved his knee—touching Okkotsu’s cock which is still hidden on his shorts. He could feel how hard it is, they didn’t waste time as he sees Okkotsu toss his own shorts behind him and slowly stroking his own shaft as Inumaki opens his leg—all ready for his partner.
“Can you take me now?” Okkotsu says,softly—his hands touching Inumaki’s thigh.
Inumaki nods slowly, as he put his hands behind his knee as he’s all open for Okkotsu’s thrust.
Okkotsu positioned his tip right at the entrance, he glances at Inumaki one more time before he pushes himself, “God, you’re still tight,” he mutters under his breath. Inumaki’s head fall down, gasping for air as he felt how his ass spreading more and more, as Okkotsu pushes himself more and more inside him. Hard, deep, buried, and he feels pull.
Inumaki’s eyes are half-lidded, hungry, and fiery, face flushed, sweaty and heavy breathing under Okkotsu, as the guy took a deep breath before he starts to slam his cock—forward.
“Ah!” Inumaki whimpered, as he felt the first hard thrust.
His hole is fluttering around Okkotsu’s cock—and the latter could feel it. He held on Inumaki’s thighs, as he starts to fuck him, back and forth—slowly.
“C—close,” Inumaki whispered, as he pulled Okkotsu leaned forward to him—his hips still rocking back and forth in a slow pace, he felt as how Inumaki kisses his cheek and whispered, “Faster,”
There was a loud sound went on his ears, and the next thing he knew he’s fucking his boyfriend fast. He could see how his lower body pounding ruthlessly on his lover’s ass, his cock buried deep and he could see how Inumaki’s head almost hitting the headboard of their bed. Okkotsu not knowing what to do as he can hear Inumaki moaning loudly, and he feels good as well.
When Inumaki felt the cursed word starting to lose its effect, he opens his mouth and uttered another word, “Harder,” Okkotsu’s hands moved on its own as it made its way on Inumaki’s hip, and he showered his lover short deep thrust, leaving only a little space inside the ass only to thrust back inside.
“Ah, shit,” Okkotsu moans, as he keep on thrusting fast, he could see Inumaki rolling his eyes, head fall back and sucking some air. His two hands fisting the sheets, as he received every thrust from his boyfriend. Okkotsu could feel they’re both close, as Inumaki’s legs starts to tremble. When he saw Inumaki about to open his mouth again to say a word, he quickly put his fingers inside Inumaki’s mouth—making him sucking it.
“I said,” Okkotsu gritted his teeth, fucking his boyfriend on his controlled pace, “No cursed words on bed,” he wasn’t sure if Inumaki could still hear him, when he could see the boys eyes on its own world, rolling, as his mouth continue to suck the fingers inside him.
A few more thrusts, they came. He pulled out his fingers out of Inumaki’s mouth—he could see spit stretching out from it. He was close on getting mad, but he saw how his lover’s eyes are still closed, tight.
He leaned closely to check on Inumaki, “Are you okay?” Inumaki blinks, before he nodded, he didn’t expect a follow up question, “Why did you do that?”
Instead of answering, he only said one word. “More,” they stare at each other—maybe there was a cursed power behind it, but Okkotsu know it already how to counter it. If you know its coming you can stop it from controlling you, yet, when he heard Inumaki says, “Please,” he couldn’t bear it anymore.
Cheeks flushed, eyes begging, and his hand touches Okkotsu’s cheek. A cum after another wouldn’t hurt; it would even make them feel good. He grabbed the hand on his cheeks, and kisses it before he says, “No more cursed words,”
Inumaki nodded, as he felt Okkotsu’s kisses his jaw, and his hands making its way on his hips.
“B—behind,” Inumaki whispered, he put his legs around Okkotsu’s hips and drag it closely to him, resulting to Okkotsu getting face buried on his neck and he repeated again, “Behind,”
Okkotsu clenched his jaw, he knows what he wants him to do, he breaks free from the hug and leaned back, “Say stop if it hurts your back,” he cupped Inumaki’s cheeks as the boy only gave him a nod.
Okkotsu held on his hips and flips him, carefully. He flips Inumaki over onto his stomach, lifting his hips up, so that his face and chest and knees are pressed on the bed.
He felt Okkotsu’s big calloused hands on his ass, kneading it and spreading them wide. He glances at Okkotsu on his shoulder with begging eyes, before he could even say something—Okkotsu slaps his ass, a sound resonated on the room—he spread them wider again, and positioned his shaft on the entrance.
Okkotsu breathed, as he put his hands on Inumaki’s hip, and pushes forward.
A muffled moan came out from Inumaki as his hands holding on the pillow tightly, his ass propped and all presented for Okkotsu as the guy starts to move his hips forward, slowly.
He’s rocking his hips slowly, as he could feel his cock getting bigger every time he slides in, and feel how Inumaki’s ass would tighten around him.
“Ah, it feels good inside you,” he said. That dirty talk sent shiver on Inumaki’s skin that he started to rock his hips matching his lover’s thrust. Inumaki is gasping, face hot as he could feel each thrust deeper every time his ass would meet Okkotsu’s big cock.
Inumaki stretch his arm to feel Okkotsu’s hand on his hip, and taps it—getting his boyfriend’s attention, when he successfully did, he grins at him and says “Fuck me,” Okkotsu widened his eyes, blunt nails digging into Inumaki’s hips, as he began to thrust in and out, stretching his lover’s ass wide. Okkotsu Yuuta fucked him on the bed, fast, deep, pulling out almost all the way before shoving back in. He could hear Inumaki’s cries out of pleasure as his cock continue to slide in and out on him, hard, and deep. Inumaki began to yanking his hip to stuff himself to the brink, wanting for more of Okkotsu’s cock.
“Ah, Ah, Ah—,” he continue to moan as he felt Okkotsu’s hand gripping his hip tightly, fucking him to the brim, stretching him unbearably wide, as he slammed their hips together.
“Fuck,” they’re both panting now as he heard Okkotsu cursed under his breath.
Okkotsu presses all the way to hilt, feeling all good as his balls slapping against his lover’s ass, he can see how wide it was spread, and how good it was taking all of him. Inumaki clenches around him, head tilting back, as he finds more air—Okkotsu grab the chance to leaned forward and grab Inumaki’s face, making him face on his way. He bites its lower lip, and suck it as he continue to pound on him fast. Their tongue crashing against each other as Okkotsu gave him, short, deep, thrust.
Okkotsu breaks away on the kiss, Inumaki only wails harder, “Ah—Yuuta!” as he felt how Okkotsu positioned himself back and held on his hips, to give his lover a one hard slam—as he came, nails digging hard as he emptying himself deep inside Inumaki, he could feel his lover’s ass shaking as they came together. When he was done filling him up, he pulled his cock out as he can see cum leaking on Inumaki’s ass.
Okkotsu brushed his hair up, looking at it intently as he grab a hand of tissues and starting to wipe his boyfriend’s ass, silently.
He could feel Inumaki staring at him, so he glances back and speak, “You’re stubborn,”
Inumaki flips himself over, and signs with his two hands, “But it feels good,”
Okkotsu sighed, and leaned forward to flick his finger on Inumaki’s forehead. He paused for a second, before he says, “Did it hurt?”
Inumaki shakes his head, and opens his arm. Okkotsu dives in for the hug as he heard Inumaki says,
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,”
Okkotsu laughs, he used the same tone whenever they fight, and he nodded and says.
“Yeah, I love you,”