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“Saeki-san really spoils you, huh?” Haru asks, placing his hands on his hips as he stops in front of his boyfriend lounging beside the kotatsu.
“She doesn’t spoil me,” Daisuke pops another little hard candy into his mouth. “It’s a holiday. Of course she would send me sweets.”
Haru sighs and plops down beside him. “Then why didn’t she send me as many....” He pulls the hood of Daisuke’s plush bunny hoodie over his eyes in protest.
Haru had gifted him the silly thing just for Easter. He had never bothered to celebrate the holiday before, but Daisuke insisted they do it this year.
At a loss for what to give him, Haru had spotted the cute, fuzzy white hoodie with ears that flopped over just like the fabled bunny. He practically swooned at the idea of Daisuke bundled up in it, but when he handed it to him, he passed it off as merely a joke—the perfect ruse.
To his surprise, Daisuke had accepted it immediately and threw it on shortly after. That was, in a way, the millionaire’s gift to him—along with a ¥500,000 Fabergé egg.
Haru tried his best not to gawk at him as the fluffy fabric nearly extended past his boxers. (Precisely what he hoped would happen when he purchased it a size too big).
Daisuke huffs and pushes the hood off of his head. “You complain too much.” The candy clicks between his teeth as he speaks. “Do you want one?”
“Yes please.” Haru nods, watching Daisuke’s lips pout as he rummages through the brightly-colored gift basket.
“Which flavor? I believe there are strawberry, lychee, cherry, cotton candy, marshmallow.... unless you’d like some chocolate.”
Haru ponders for a moment, distracted by the way Daisuke absentmindedly fondles the candy in his mouth.
“Hmm....” A playful idea forms in his head. “I want this one.”
Wearing a mischievous smile, he pulls Daisuke closer to kiss him and swipes the candy from his mouth with his tongue, leaving his partner dumbfounded and red-faced.
He sucks on it innocently, trying to identify the flavor. “Mm.. cotton candy..?”
This earns him a light slap on the arm from his frustrated boyfriend. “I could have just given you one, idiot,” Daisuke grumbles, the color continuing to rise under his skin.
Flustering the millionaire’s composed demeanor is naturally Haru’s favorite hobby. And he’ll take every chance he gets to strip down that cool exterior of his. Especially one that tastes this nice.
“You’re right...” Haru sighs, “you can have it back...” Another sugar-filled kiss lands the candy back into Daisuke’s mouth. Haru isn’t sure whether it’s the millionaire’s lips or the candy that tastes the sweetest.
He places the smaller man in his lap with a knowing smile. The priceless look on Daisuke’s face makes it difficult for him to hold back laughter. “I’d rather have my favorite candy~” He grins and licks the sweet residue from his lips.
“Your favorite..?” Daisuke asks, cheeks terribly pink.
“Yes. Do you have any caramels?” Haru glances over his shoulder towards the forgotten basket of treats. He laughs, proud of his perfectly placed quip, but Daisuke doesn’t look nearly as amused.
“I’m just teasing, baby..” He places his hands on his thighs, trailing languid kisses along his jaw and down his neck. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, of course you’re my favorite~”
Daisuke groans at the cheesy comment. How he managed to fall for someone so unbelievably corny is beyond him. “You’re horrible....” And yet it works every time.
Haru laughs at the petulant expression on his face. “You look so cute in this outfit...” he continues as he slips his hands underneath the fabric to caress his sides, “I just want to eat you...”
Daisuke’s breath gets caught in his throat. Maintaining his composure is a much more arduous task when the inspector is deliberately trying to ruffle his feathers.
“You know this is supposed to be a religious holiday.....” The warmth and coarseness of Haru’s palms give him goosebumps as they pass tenderly over his skin.
“Mm....” he sucks gently on Daisuke’s neck, barely enough to get a taste, “I won’t tell if you won’t~”
Daisuke clenches his jaw, crunching down on the last bit of the candy. The sugary taste lingers in his mouth. He threads his fingers through Haru’s hair and sighs. “It looks to me as though you’re the spoiled one...”
Haru pulls him closer in his lap and Daisuke’s arms instinctively find their position around his neck. “Maybe...” coos the inspector, “but just for today.”
“You’re a liar...” Daisuke murmurs as he presses a candied kiss to Haru’s lips. The words are just pretense, a playfully antagonistic show of affection.
Haru hums in response, returning the gesture. “I know.” He laughs softly and lifts Daisuke up, placing him gently on the bed behind them. From here, Haru can see every perfect detail of his boyfriend’s face. His pert nose and pretty eyelashes, those blue, blue eyes and that adorable blush—
“You’re staring..” Daisuke’s voice startles him from his thoughts. Haru blinks, now feeling flustered himself.
“A-ah... sorry.” He clears his throat, having difficulty tearing his eyes away from those frigid hues. “You’re just so—“
“Impatient.” Daisuke huffs and wraps his legs around him, seeking any type of contact. Ruining the inspector’s moments of sentimentality just so happens to be his forte.
Haru smiles fondly as he hovers over him. “I can’t argue with that~” He swoops down to capture Daisuke’s lips before he can make another snarky remark.
The cotton candy flavoring is sweet on his tongue as he licks into his partner’s mouth. His hands caress the soft cotton hoodie, making Daisuke squirm with anticipation. He moves to take it off, but Haru stops him before he can wriggle free of it.
“No,” he breathes, a bit winded from their kiss, “Leave it on.” Daisuke opens his mouth to protest, but Haru interrupts him.
“It’s adorable.” He chuckles. “Where’s your holiday spirit, Kambe~”
With a scowl, Daisuke reaches up to flick him in the forehead. Haru catches his wrist, pinning it back down against the mattress. “Bunnies are supposed to be sweet...” he chides. “Don’t you want your treat, pretty bunny?” Haru grins teasingly.
The blush staining Daisuke’s cheeks is redder than the accents on the Fabergé egg resting on the side table. “I thought I was your treat...” His eyes shift away, painfully aware of how ridiculous he sounds. If he weren’t so aroused, he would’ve curled inside himself with embarrassment at the situation.
Haru grins and pecks his nose. “Ah, you’re right... I think it’s time to enjoy my treat then...” He hikes up the front of the hoodie, exposing Daisuke’s chest, and peppers lazy kisses across it.
Daisuke bites the inside of his cheek as Haru moves closer to his nipple, silently cursing the other man for being able to render him speechless so easily. Haru takes it into his mouth and massages the other between his fingertips, making sure not to neglect it.
Daisuke chokes back a moan as Haru suckles and swirls his tongue around the sensitive skin. This doesn’t go unnoticed by the older man, who pinches the nub in retaliation, wanting to hear the millionaire’s voice. A surprised whimper leaves Daisuke’s mouth in response to the harsh sensation.
Haru groans and moves to the other side, laving hungrily at his skin. The soft sounds of his partner’s moans cause his chest—and his pants—to tighten. But this is far from enough for Daisuke.
“Nmm~ Haru...” Daisuke breathes, “please hurry... I can’t take it anymore..” He runs his fingers through Haru’s hair, craving more of his touch.
With a sigh, Haru pauses his ministrations. “But I want to savor you..” He pouts, disgruntled at being interrupted.
Daisuke, the brat, purses his lips and protests, “I don’t want to be savored.”
Haru squints at him. “Fine.” Daisuke is used to getting whatever he wants, and, due to Haru’s sizable soft spot for him, this time is no different. He grabs Daisuke’s thighs and pushes them up, spreading his legs apart. The millionaire’s eyes widen, taken aback by the sudden move.
In one swift motion Haru removes his boxers, freeing him from the confines of the fabric, now making it impossible to hide how embarrassingly hard he is already. Daisuke blushes furiously as he watches Haru lick his lips. The look in his eyes is almost predatory and the millionaire now knows what it feels like to be a rabbit trembling under the gaze of a prowling wolf.
“Fuck... you’re so gorgeous, Dai...” Haru’s voice is barely a whisper as he settles between Daisuke’s legs. He presses delicate kisses to his thighs and smiles as he watches his hole flutter in response.
Daisuke whines impatiently as he feels Haru inching closer to where he needs him most. That bastard always has to take his sweet time…. “Haru- p-“ his plea is cut short and replaced with a gasp as Haru flattens his tongue against his entrance.
The warm sensation of Haru’s tongue rolling onto him makes it impossible to suppress the moan that falls from his lips. Haru grips his thighs and pulls the skin taught, allowing him more access as he works his tongue into the tight ring.
Daisuke’s hand flies into Haru’s hair and he grinds his hips down, trying desperately to drive him deeper. The wet sounds and the visual of Haru’s face between his legs is almost enough to send him over the edge already.
Pleased with Daisuke’s response, Haru gently inserts his finger alongside his tongue, kissing and licking at the skin as he pushes in up to his knuckle.
“Ah~!” Daisuke’s back arches up off the bed as Haru curls his finger just right. He stimulates the surrounding area with his tongue, making Daisuke’s head spin.
“Mm~ you taste so good, sweetheart..” Haru mumbles, kissing his hole gently as his finger works in and out of him. Daisuke moans in response, his neglected cock twitching against his stomach. Haru smiles as he watches the clear fluid ooze from his tip.
A strangulated moan is ripped from Daisuke’s throat as Haru’s lips sink down around him. He drags his tongue along the underside of his shaft as he slowly bobs up and down, continuing to open him up with his finger.
Daisuke curses under his breath, quickly becoming overwhelmed by all of the stimulation. With another perfectly aimed press to his prostate, the millionaire keens, bucking his hips as he releases inside Haru’s mouth.
Haru groans as he takes it all in and pulls off him with a pop. He licks his lips. “Hm~ You taste so much better than candy, darling...” Daisuke can’t meet his eyes, too flustered to return his gaze.
Haru chuckles and presses a kiss, far to chaste for what he had just done, to Daisuke’s lips. “Are you done, baby..?” he asks quietly, noting the way his boyfriend is still half-hard and trembling with arousal. Daisuke shakes his head meekly in disagreement and Haru kisses his forehead with a smile. “Turn around for me, sweetheart.”
The millionaire obliges, legs still a bit shaky from his orgasm. He notices Haru reach around to the side table and hears the cap of the lube bottle pop open and closed as he settles onto his hands and knees.
Haru warms the viscous fluid between his fingers and places a steady hand on Daisuke’s waist. He leans over to press a kiss to his clothed shoulder. “Ready?”
Daisuke nods, quickly becoming impatient again. “Please hurry....” He sways his hips slightly for emphasis.
A request like that is hard for the inspector to ignore. He smiles and inserts two of his fingers into Daisuke’s hole. The latter lowers himself onto his elbows, ass still raised, and his mouth falls open in a moan as Haru buries his fingers inside him.
He rocks his hips back, desperate to push his digits deeper. The minute gesture makes Haru’s stomach flip and he thrusts his fingers inside him with increased determination. Daisuke fists the bedsheets and cries out as Haru’s fingers repeatedly brush against his prostate.
Haru scissors his fingers to fuck him open and Daisuke whimpers in unabashed pleasure. “H- ah~ Haru- mmn~ That’s enough,” he whines, not wanting to lose himself again, “Just fuck me already- I need you inside-”
Haru’s mouth goes dry upon hearing Daisuke’s pleas. “Shit-” How could he say no to something like that? Without a moment of hesitation, he quickly withdraws his fingers to undo his belt and remove all of his clothing as Daisuke briefly catches his breath. It’s impressive how quickly Haru manages to discard all of it, but given the circumstances, it would be foolish of him to waste time.
His cock stands tall against his abdomen and Daisuke peers over his shoulder to watch as he slicks himself up with the lube. He ogles as Haru pumps himself a few times and can’t help but fidget in place, itching to have him inside.
When he’s finished, Haru caresses the globes of Daisuke’s ass in adoration and spreads them apart to reveal his hole, puckered and wanting. Daisuke groans in frustration and arches his back towards him. “Haru… please..” he whines, too impatient to hurl any bitter comments his way. The inspector laughs softly and positions himself at his entrance. “Well, since you asked so sweetly....”
Daisuke’s brows knit together in pleasure as he feels Haru’s tip stretching him open. “Fuck…” Haru whispers. The tight, silky warmth sucks the air right out of his lungs. No matter how many times they’ve done this, it always manages to leave him speechless.
What seems like an eternity later, due to Haru’s excessive carefulness, he finally bottoms out, making Daisuke feel impossibly full. Haru rubs his tummy soothingly, where he swears he can almost feel himself under his skin.
“Ready?” He asks softly.
“Yes!” Daisuke responds almost too eagerly. “Just move, Haru. I’m ready.” He glares at him over his shoulder, eyes already watery with pleasure.
Haru chuckles, incredibly aroused by the delicious blush on Daisuke’s cheeks. Wordlessly, he obliges, slowly pulling out and drawing long moans from each of them until his tip catches on his rim.
Unable to restrain himself any longer, he slams back inside, setting a pace that has Daisuke gasping for air. The millionaire’s lips part in a silent moan as Haru pounds into him.
When the air finally finds him again, he cries out, tears of pleasure staining his face as his prostate is abused by the thick head of Haru’s cock. His body trembles, overwhelmed and unable to hold himself up properly as his cheek hits the pillow.
Haru steadies his legs, his grip firm on Daisuke’s hips as he thrusts into him. Daisuke’s knuckles turn almost as white as the sheets he clings onto, moans tumbling unfettered from his lips. The lewd sounds of skin on skin and the intermingling of their loud, breathy moans reverberate off the walls of the small apartment.
With a particularly hard thrust that makes the younger man scream, he feels the soft hood fall down onto his head, too fucked out to even attempt to remove it. Haru kneads Daisuke’s ass and groans as he fucks him.
“God…” he grunts, “you look so fucking cute…” The bunny ears bounce with every hit of Haru’s hips against Daisuke’s ass. Each deep stroke makes heat bubble beneath the millionaire’s skin, inching him closer to his breaking point.
Daisuke mewls and his toes curl as he feels a second orgasm quickly approaching. He tries to form words between thrusts, “Nng~ fuck, Haru- I’m-”
Haru pulls out abruptly, robbing him of his release that had been so close. Daisuke sobs in frustration, his tears wet the pillowcase.
“Not yet…” Haru pants, lifting Daisuke and flipping him over onto his back again. The adorable ears splay out around his head and Haru kisses the salty tears from his flushed cheeks. “I want to see your face.” Daisuke whimpers as Haru spreads his legs.
One smooth motion has Daisuke seeing stars as Haru thrusts back in, immediately finding his prostate. Haru leans down to capture his lips, swallowing the millionaire’s endless stream of moans.
Daisuke wraps his legs around Haru’s waist to force him deeper, arching his back off the bed. The subtle move gives Haru butterflies. He pulls away to suck on Daisuke’s neck, leaving a trail of red marks along it, painting the area as his.
The delicate affections of his mouth in contrast with the harsh snap of his hips make Daisuke want to scream. He throws his head back and moans loudly. “Haru! Fuck-” his hole begins to tighten around him and Haru picks up his pace, feeling dangerously close himself.
“Cum for me, Daisuke~” Haru coos, pulling away to look down as he thrusts, aiming for that spot each time. Overcome with pleasure, Daisuke squeezes his eyes shut and keens, arching his back and releasing between them.
Haru curses under his breath and thrusts into him faster than before, chasing his own release. Daisuke whimpers from the overstimulation, running his hands through Haru’s hair.
He looks up and notes the way his lips part beautifully with each heaving breath and the way his brows furrow into a handsome expression of pleasure. This man is definitely the most gorgeous one he has ever seen.
Haru’s movements become more irregular and Daisuke can tell how close he is. “Inside, Haru…” he pleads with watery eyes.
“Fuck.. Daisuke…” Haru moans. His hips stutter and he buries himself deep as he spills inside of him. He thrusts in a few more times as the last of his cum shoots inside. Daisuke groans and bites his lip as he feels the warmth filling him up.
Haru pulls out slowly, watching the white fluid dribble out of Daisuke’s hole. He licks his lips, satisfied with the beautiful image and caresses Daisuke’s tummy, applying a bit of pressure and watching triumphantly as more of it leaks out onto the sheets. Daisuke squirms at the sensation, feeling absolutely spent and pleasantly full.
They both catch their breaths in silence and Haru pulls Daisuke into a soft hug, lazily kissing his jaw. He brushes Daisuke’s dampened bangs away from his forehead and presses a tender kiss to its center. The millionaire’s cheeks are flushed pink and his eyes are still brimmed with tears. Haru smiles at his handiwork.
“You look even sweeter than when we started~” He purrs. Daisuke pouts and shoves him in retaliation. Though he would never admit it, he adores all of the teasing, regardless of how ridiculous it may be.
Haru chuckles and tugs him closer. “You okay?” He asks softly. Daisuke nods, nuzzling his face into Haru’s chest. “Maybe next time I’ll put myself in a basket for you,” he mumbles sarcastically. Haru hums in agreement. “That would be a lovely treat~” he laughs, cuddling into the fluff of Daisuke’s hoodie.
The younger man sighs, petting his partner’s taupe hair absentmindedly. He pulls away with a slightly disgruntled look. “We should get cleaned up…” he murmurs.
Haru tilts his head. “What? You don’t want to stay a sweet, cream filled bunny?” His lips curl into a smirk and he leaps off the bed to make for the bathroom before Daisuke can strangle the life out of him.
The millionaire can only grumble as he stomps in afterwards, wondering how this impossible man is the love of his life. And as they bathe together on that lovely spring morning in the cramped tile tub, he knows he wouldn’t have it any other way.