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“Warui hiyori…” Hiyori sighs. Rinne left the dorm room and wasn’t going to come back any time soon. And as for Kanata… Kanata has been lying in the bathtub for the third hour, but he seems to be doing just fine. Good, even. Hiyori, left all on his lonesome, without any company to entertain him, feels bored. But that's exactly why he decides to take matters into his own hands.
(It would be so great to have a cup of tea now, — he thinks, while pacing briskly down the dorm corridor in search of adventure. — But I don’t have to brew it myself, right! Where is Jun-kun when I need him!) At this point, Hiyori would welcome any interesting encounter or godsend he happens to be lucky enough to stumble upon. But if he won’t find any, he is absolutely determined to disturb the peace of his partner. (After all, he always has to entertain me. Doesn’t he?) — the idol grumbles to himself. As he gets closer to the common room, he can distinguish a quiet, familiar voice. (Jun-kun! But it seems he's talking to someone. Just hope it's not Natsume-kun. How dare he spend time with him, when here I am, feeling so bored!) — with this in mind, Hiyori pouts his pretty face, ready to let them know what he thinks about it all. (Ohii-san?) — Jun chuckles at the expression that appears from around the corner. In the room flooded with evening lightning and stacked with a decent number of sofas, the group chilling on one of them turned out to be quite different from what Hiyori expected to see.
“Jun-kun! Kohaku-kun! Good evening! What are you doing here? — his face lightens before their eyes and almost starts glowing. He likes this friend of Jun-kun's a lot better. — Jun-kun! Brew me some tea. For all three of us, isn’t it? Kohaku-kun, you're up for a cup too, right?”
“Ahhh. You know. Sakura-kun already has to go.”
“Is that so? That's too bad. Isn't it too late? Going out like this in the middle of the night. Jun-kun, I'll just have a glass of water then!”
“It's okay, Hiyori-han. We have a unit meeting at Niki-han's place today so we'll all stay there.”
Jun serves his senior a glass of water, and that kind of look he catches on himself makes him forget how to breathe for a moment. A flock of butterflies soars upward, fluttering in his stomach and tickling his insides with their wings. He knows what that look means. And he'd be lying if he said he wasn't expecting it himself.
“Mm, I see! Be careful, Kohaku-kun!”
After a brief goodbye, Kohaku hurried away. It’s not like he didn't like the company, but sometimes he got the feeling that it’s better to just leave those two alone. Perhaps, it was left over from when he'd been kicked out of the dorm room, simply because the graduated, grown-up idol urgently needed a shoulder of his roommate to cry on.
Jun puts the glass he borrowed for Hiyori back to its place, properly washed. Turning away from the cupboard, he almost crashes into the blond, who emerged just a few inches away with a lanky figure. His fingers playfully run up junior's chest and flick on his nose.
“Jun-kuun! Why didn't you tell me your room is free for tonight? You must feel so lonely! — lamenting, he pulls on Jun's arm and clings to it with his whole body. — Your Ohii-san would surely come to comfort you!”
Well, “surely” is too strong a word for him. Hiyori always acts according to his mood, and his mood changes every two and a half minutes, and who knows what's going to pop into his stupid head next. And yet, it's true. He'd rather come than not come. He always comes. Even when Jun doesn't call him, he comes anyway.
“So? Jun-kun, are you going to invite me to your place or should I drag you there?”
“As if you ever needed an invitation…” — a shy smile appears on his face as he speaks, and they head to the room together.
***
Hiyori throws his leg over Jun and sits on his lap. The younger looks up at him with a bit of innocence and surprise in the eyes, even though he knows exactly where this is going.
“Ohii-sa—”
He gently weaves the fingers of one hand between dark blue strands and forces Jun to tilt his head back — their height difference has only increased because of this position. Harshly, he bites into those lips with a kiss before his partner would have time to utter even a word of complaint. Hiyori is pushy; he bulks down on Jun with his whole body, and the latter finds himself pressed tightly against the back of the sofa. Caught. Under the onslaught, he opens his mouth and allows senior’s tongue to slide into the soft, moist cavity. Jun puts his hands on his waist to feel at least some control. Hiyori fidgets impatiently on his lap, rubbing his crotch against his thigh. And after a minute he’s already shamelessly thrusting onto his leg. He greedily grabs his face with both hands and sticks his tongue down a warm wet mouth. Having his head bowed back like this allows Hiyori to almost lap him up from the inside. The kiss turns out to be quite messy. Jun feels hard flesh pushing into his thigh and saliva dripping down his cheeks and his chin. He opens his eyes and is pierced by the direct eager gaze of the amethysts in the opposite. The gaze so intense it instantly takes his breath away, and a lingering warmth spreads in his groin.
Hiyori pulls away. A thread of saliva stretches between their wet lips, and he showy licks it off, running his tongue over his lips. With a satisfied smirk, he admires the beloved face in his hands. Flushed, a little shaggy, with eyes clouded with lust, Jun yields to his touch, tilting his head sideways and rubbing his cheek against senior's palm. Like a tender, soft beast he is. Nipping at his lip, Hiyori slides his hand down. He unbuckles the belt of his partner’s jeans, gets under them and teases him through the fabric of his boxers. Jun leans forward from the touch and lets out an abrupt breath to his face. Senior keeps stroking his erect flesh, then runs two fingers down either side of his cock, pressing elastic fabric to fit tightly against it. He’s going on until he feels a wet spot on his boxers.
“Alrighty, Jun-kun!”
Satisfied with the result, Hiyori suddenly stands up from his place and starts pulling off his clothes. Pants fall down first. Then he gets rid of his underwear. Jun blinks at him a little confused.
The blond settles on the sofa, his head resting on a pillow by the armrest. Once in a comfortable position, he spreads his legs in front of Jun. His hand slides down and, parting his fingers, invitingly pulls the skin around his ruddy opening aside. With the most innocent eyes, putting his other hand to his lips in a bashful gesture, Hiyori looks at Jun and commands:
“Go ahead. Serve me, Jun-kun.”
Hiyori feels his thin fine wrist being grabbed and pulled upward. Jun bends over him and leans closer.
“Come on, put your hands up, Ohii-san,” — he says gently with a slight smile.
This makes Hiyori blush, but he obediently follows, takes his hand away from his face and brings it over his head.
“Good boy.”
Jun grasps the edge of the beige vest and gently pulls it up. For a moment Hiyori’s face hides under the cloth but as soon as blond head shows up again his plump lips get drawn into a kiss. Jun squeezes his wrists along with the cloth on them.
“How do you think, — he whispers into his very lips in between short kisses, — I could tie them up with this rag?”
“Yes…” — he whispers softly with an erotic gasp.
Jun shifts his leg higher, next to his partner's side and, kneeling on the other one, he reaches further to Hiyori’s hands. This position gives the latter a view of Jun's enlarged flesh under his boxers, right in front of him. As Jun tinkers at the knot and ties the fabric tightly around the other man's wrists, Hiyori, devouringly staring at his cock, licks his lips with an avid appetite. He wants it inside of him. And as quickly as possible.
“Jun-kun. Fuck my mouth.”
“...what?” — He freezes in surprise.
“You heard me. Do as you're told and don't make me repeat myself!”
Hiyori acts naughty, wriggles beneath him and looks up so needy, almost resentfully. (He's like a baby who doesn't get a pacifier.) Jun takes a heavy breath, blushes deeply and looks away. (Damn... Just how can he be this shameless…) he moves up the sofa and rests his knees by both sides of the pillow. It feels unusual and a little bit worrying. They've had oral sex before, and he's always been wary of hurting Hiyori's face or throat, but to have it on top of him like this? This is nothing but a test of poise. (Ohii-san... That's cruel.) He looked down at his senior's face, right there underneath him, only to catch his impatient gaze. Jun leans his hand on the armrest and obediently pulls down his boxers releasing an erect dick. That very second Hiyori reaches for it and catches the red tip in his lips. He makes a couple of sucking movements, lets it out of his mouth and enthusiastically licks off natural lubricant, caressing the narrow hollow at the very top using tongue. Then he leans back on the pillow, scattering his blond wavy curls all over it. With his mouth open wide, he sticks his tongue out obscenely and looks up at Jun, ready to receive.
“Are you sure, Ohii-san? You won't have any space to—”
“Jun-kun! Don't make me wait!”
Taking hold of the base, Jun puts his cock on this saliva-glistening pink tongue and points it inside. He slides smoothly into this warm mouth, and the ring of swollen, wet lips squeezes every millimeter of his skin disappearing under them. A new wave of heat and arousal comes up from a mere sight of his senior's head greedily taking him in. Hiyori lays beneath him relaxed, his eyes closed. Completely focused on the process. He feels the hot, bulging flesh filling his mouth. It bumps into his throat slightly and stops. Raising his eyebrows, he gives Jun a questioning look and then nods right with a dick in his mouth. The rubbing makes Jun exhale audibly. He’s a little nervous to go on, since, if anything, Hiyori won’t be able to pull back or use his hands to shove him off. But he assumes, if Hiyori starts choking, he’ll hear it and definitely feel him shuddering around him. With this thought, Jun pushes his dick deeper down the tight slick throat. Hiyori takes him in well and finds himself able to swallow it whole, which draws out a quiet moan from Jun's chest. It makes the younger one a little more confident. Smoothly back and forth he moves, time and time again plunging into a soft wet mouth as far as he can go. The breath turns panting, and the heart goes faster. He feels taunt cheeks and the inside of the throat squeezing him tightly and starts rubbing against them harder. Oral stimulation turns Hiyori on even more. He tries to breathe measuredly through his nose and feels the flesh of his lover sliding inside of his mouth with absolutely obscene slurpy and chomping sounds and his own cock engorging from this sensation. His eyes are full of tears which Jun removes with a gentle touch of his thumb. As long as they keep an eye contact, all is well. As long as Jun doesn't see panic or fear in the amethyst eyes staring back at him, all is well. He slows the pace, runs his fingers between blond curls moist from sweat and brushes the hairs clung to his forehead away. Heavy breathing, he looks at the picture before him as if mesmerized, lavishing his attention on every detail. Hiyori beneath him looks so defenseless right now. All flushed, with his eyebrows raised and lashes glistening with tears. Eyes wide open, full of trust. Face wet with saliva dripping down his chin. And with his cock in the mouth. Jun nearly stops moving. He caresses Hiyori's cheek softly. His thumb runs over the moist glint lip, pushes slightly and slides in. Pulling back the delicate skin of his mouth, Jun can now observe everything that happens inside. The sight of his own flesh in the tight drooling hole drives him crazy. Unconsciously, Jun copies his facial expression: innocently raising eyebrows, he opens his mouth ajar. Few times he thrusts slowly watching as his cock presses against elastic slimy upper wall; as, bending slightly to fit in, it slides further down Hiyori's throat. Tears instantly flood his pretty lilac eyes. But somehow Jun's too. "Ohii-san…" — he whispers, resuming the pace. His lips start to tremble. Going out of breath, he feels moisture gathering in the corners of his eyes. Hiyori closes his eyes and gives himself to partner's will in full, gulping his dick down meekly. By how chaotic the thrusts have become he knows Jun is close.
(Goddamn! What if I won't... What if I won't make it in time…) — a vague thought visits Jun through a fog of growing pleasure covering him. Hiyori doesn't seem to share his worries though. He knows he can rely on Jun. He trusts Jun. He trusts Jun more than Jun trusts him.
“Ohii-san... Ah... Ohii-san... I…” — junior whines pitifully.
A couple of times. A couple more times Jun thrusts into him with abrupt moves and involuntarily arches in his body, letting out a high, lingering moan. Hot spills of semen cover Hiyori’s face and hair.
Jun breathes heavily.
“Ohii-san? Is everything okay?”
“Mm. Yes.”
After catching his breath, the younger heads away to a drawer to come back in a flash with a lubricant, paper napkins and other necessities.
“Are you feeling okay? Are you thirsty?”
Using a napkin, Jun gently wipes drops of his cum off Hiyori's face and looks with a pinch of guilt at what he’s turned his Ohii-san's face into. (Why am I allowed to do this at all…) With tenderness and regret, he looks into those amethyst eyes just a few inches away, closes the distance and sensuously presses his lips to other’s: red and slightly swollen. After a kiss, Hiyori is met by an intense stare waiting for an answer.
“It's okay, Jun-kun. But you're so slow! There's nothing to get all soppy about, you know. I'm not thirsty for water! I am thirsty for you!” — when finished talking, he uses his legs to kick Jun on the back because his own hands are unavailable now.
“Hey! So that’s how it is?!”
Before Hiyori can say anything else, a much more passionate kiss shuts him up. He feels playful nipping and pulling on his lip. Jun's hot breathing is against his skin. In a haste, his junior unbuttons his black cotton shirt. Leaving a sprinkling of marks turning pink, Jun sucks on a soft skin, goes lower and greedily kisses those jutting out collarbones, making Hiyori lean to his touch.
“Mmmm…”
“Shh, just a second..." — the lips whisper and gently touch Hiyori's ear.
Jun rubs the viscous liquid on his fingers and lets it warm up while keeps glancing at Hiyori. Leaning his elbow on the pillow, he hovers closer over him and, in this position, penetrates him with his fingers as if he was doing it with his own dick. The blond closes his eyes and feels Jun licking his lips, leaving new marks on his chest and his neck. His junior is always so diligent. And now he is diligently caressing his nipples. Licking, kissing and sucking the pink beads of his flesh. Warm tongue circles around one of them and presses down stimulatingly, tearing a muffled moan from his lips and making his body arch. Jun moves his fingers inside, preparing Hiyori for himself, but the man hinders the process greatly. Under him, he wiggles, fidgets in impatience and skewers himself onto Jun's fingers.
“Ohii-san... I-it tickles!”
Hiyori's legs are now on his back, sliding rhythmically back and forth on his sides, encouraging him to act faster.
“Stop it!”
“Jun-kun makes me wait!”
He pouts and kicks Jun's back slightly. Does he feel wanted? Yes. Is it enough for him? No, and never will be. So badly, so desperately Hiyori needs to be desired more, to no limit.
“That's it. Hold on.”
When Jun's fingers leave him, all in anticipation, he is ready to be filled again. It doesn't happen, however. Jun pulls his legs up, and they obediently rest on his strong, muscular shoulders. Hiyori endures an intense gaze of those predatory beast eyes on him. A hot breath and one more sloppy kiss. Not without his partner's efforts, the knot of cloth with his arms in it also finds a place on Jun's neck.
“Jun-kun?” — Hiyori bats his beautiful long eyelashes slightly confused and hears an animal growl in response.
“Hold on, I say!”
A pair of strong arms grip his big plump buttocks and, before he knows it, Hiyori is already in the air. With a squeal he hangs on Jun's neck, holding onto dear life. Onto Jun, that is. Who bends him in half and shuts him like a book in a standing position. He's caught and has nowhere to go. In a moment Hiyori gets overwhelmed with a wave of emotions. Outrage that stains his pretty cheeks crimson. The lust that takes his breath away and awakes an arosaul. The sensation of being dominated, which tickles with pleasant shivers running down his vertebrae and twists his groin with a craving.
Jun's breathing is measured, heavy. His muscles are tensed, blood boils in his veins. His fingers crumple the meat of other's body and sink into soft skin, pulling it aside. Thanks to lubricant Hiyori is all slimy from the bottom. Jun puts him on his dick and, under his own weight, Hiyori starts sliding down, gradually taking in a hard hot flesh. Without any footing, he simply can't get away from this pose. And the realization of it turns him on even more. Going deeper, Jun leaves a few solid smooches on these collarbones and hears a high pitched moaning under his very ear. Hot and sticky from sweat, his hair gets in senior's face. He starts moving bit by bit, but Hiyori squeezes him tightly with his gut. Holding him by the ass, Jun thrusts slowly, kneading his insides. The blond sniffs loudly in his ear, scorching him with his hot breath. Fingernails of his hands, long since freed from their cloth shackles, dig passionately into Jun's back and shoulders, scratching deep, getting under the very skin.
“Jun-kun...!” — Hiyori exhales, sharply throwing his head back.
"Here it is."
Again and again Jun thoroughly runs over his prostate, massaging it from the inside with his cock. He speeds up and, rolling his hips into his partner, leans closer to him. Wet bangs on his shoulder, he rubs against it to wipe drops of sweat off his forehead. Hiyori smells something citrusy and yet lusciously sweet at the same time. Greedily, the younger one breathes his scent in, burying nose in his shoulder. The heat comes from his body. Tender touches of the lips caress his neck and his throat, sucking on his Adam's apple. Wet tongue tickles his collarbones, going along them lengthwise. It's hot. The room gets flooded with lewd sounds of slapping and moaning. Hiyori is shaking; amain, his body returns to Jun, time after time slamming his ass against Jun's pelvis. Each bounce borns a pleasant vibration within him seeping through his whole body. "Jun-kun,” — he feels ecstatic. “Jun-kun,” — and he doesn't hold back from expressing it by breaking out in loud obscene groans. "Jun-kun… Jun-kun." It's so amusing how his voice shakes with every thrust, which becomes only more aggressive, drawing those nice sounds out of him.
"Jun-kun."
Hiyori leans back, his legs growing weak and start slipping off those ripped shoulders; holding all the weight of the princess by himself, Jun leaves one hand on his ass while wraps the other around his back securely in hope to keep the balance for both of them. In his arms, Hiyori is all trembling, and Jun can feel his muscles contracting, closing in around his dick. With a death grip he digs his nails into junior's shoulder. Feeling high, Hiyori sticks his tongue out and lets out a loud slurring moan without a care for his sore throat. White, sticky liquid spills between them, dirtying Jun's belly and dripping down his tense abs.
Limp, Hiyori wraps his arms around his junior's neck and purrs satisfyingly in his ear. Jun gently strokes his back, running his very fingertips down the vertebrae. He can feel Hiyori's heart beating fast. He can also feel his semi-erect cock touching his belly, smudging the white blotch of sperm on it. He grins. (Of course I could expect this. Ohii-san can never get enough. He sure has loads of stamina and libido to spare) — he thinks and, slowly, keeps moving. Now that Hiyori holds on to him by himself, Jun slides his hand off his back and squeezes his cock instead. He wants more. To grab those hips and fuck him hard. Along with his cock in his hand, Hiyori livens up too. He palps the skin of Jun's shoulder blades and paws his head, brushing his hair. Peeling himself off Jun's shoulder, he gives him a short glance. His hands tightly, with the very elbows embrace brunette’s neck, and the next moment Jun feels a persistent kiss. The tongue, nimbly slipping between his lips, makes him open his mouth wider and turns it into a slobbering play inside. With no desire to be left behind, Jun answers with passion. His tongue, intertwining with the other, pushes deeper into this hot mouth, and Hiyori starts sucking it off with his lips. Petting of Jun’s warm hand makes blood rush to his cock. Full of vigor and arousal once again, he feels a need to relieve this sexual tension. Hiyori turns greedy for a dick in his ass and zealously fucks back with his hips. Jun grabs his buttocks with both hands and skewers him mighty on himself. He makes slowly ductile but thorough thrusts, pulling it out almost to the very glans and sticking it in full length. Hiyori reaches out for another kiss. Greedily, he sucks his mouth off, drooling inside, and licks his tongue, rhythmically shoving his own in. He’s almost violent. Jun moans into his mouth pitifully, and tears come to his honey eyes. From pleasure, from stimulation, from everything that is too much. Too much of Hiyori. Opening eyes wide, he meets a pair of laughing amethysts so close, the gaze of which sends electric thrill down his spine. Between his moans Hiyori giggles happily in his face, as if he’s on a rollercoaster ride here. This becomes the last straw for Jun to go wild. The lust drives all thoughts out of his head except one: (What a horny bitch. I'm gonna fuck him for real now.) His hands slide higher and, hard, to the white marks of his fingertips being left on the skin, grip senior’s waist over his hip bones. The want for his flesh goes off scale, and blood pumps in his temple. Roughly, Jun thrusts into Hiyori in a self-indulgent attempt to fulfill this animal desire, seeking for it to be released. Burying his face in a joint of a neck and a shoulder, like a carnivore he bites into it, leaving marks of his fangs.
“Jun-kun… Jun-kun…” — the elder keeps repeating in quiet moans.
He feels his partner’s body shuddering, and a beast growl turns a pitiful whining. Hiyori pulls his hair and, without letting out a word, commands him to get back. Somehow, with just one hand, but with a sense of ownership he grabs Jun by the chin, gripping his cheeks tight, and forces to look at him.
“Does Jun-kun feel good? Ah… Then show me. I want to see… Just how good I make Jun-kun feel,” — he lets out in between moans. With eyes full of lust and glistening from tears, he admires Jun as one of his treasure things. Pressing his lips to junior's cheek he leaves one, two, three… Plenty of wet pecks are scattered on a swarthy face. With a slight bite, he pulls his lower lip back. So cheeky, he runs his tongue over the lips of an open mouth, catching every breath. Jun trembles, breathes irregularly and, tightly pressing in, until the very hips, he throbs inside of him. The blond stares mesmerized at his expression and mirrors it: eyebrows raised in pleasure, mouth opened in a low groan. Their breathings merge into one whole, and Hiyori can feel a pleasant warmth spilling inside of him.
Strong hands put him on a soft bed. Jun slides down on a sofa next. Eyes closed, the heartbeat goes wild. He tries to catch his breath, letting his body relax bit by bit. Until he gets violently pushed in his side. The hand pressing his chest forces him to lay down on his back. "Jun-kun~ We're not done yet," — Hiyori says in a singing voice, ominously flashing at him with those purple eyes. "Say, since when do you have any right to idle while your master is not pleased, Jun-kun?" His heart is in his throat, and Jun nervously swallows. Just only for a moment he looks really shocked, until he gets a familiar playful flick on the nose. Hiyori straddles his hips and leans over, blocking all the light that frames his head now, forming some kind of halo. For Jun, it seems like he himself is glowing. (Huh... He really is just like the sun.) This blinding light makes him humbly close his eyes. Hiyori pulls him in a kiss, gentle and warm. His hand moves down a ripped torso and teasingly runs along his dick, passing it between his fingers, locks it in his fist and starts actively jerking it off. Slick from leftover mix of the lube and his cum, it obediently slides in this deft hand and responds to stimulation by engorging inside of a hot palm.
“Yep, yep, Jun-kun! Just like that! Be a good boy~”
Straightening his back, he greedily licks his lips, picking their shared saliva from his glossing lips. With one hand leaning on Jun’s hard abs, he helps himself from behind using his fingers to gently move the skin aside and bare his reddish hole. It oozes with semen leaking out and staining the inner sides of his thighs. The mere sight of it is enough to turn on, but the next moment the scene of Ohii-san shoving his slimy glans in and sliding down it appears right in front of his eyes. It takes his breath away. His cheeks, the tips of his ears flush red. Properly taking in every inch of it, with a soft moan, Hiyori sits down, letting himself relax. His eyes closed, he adjusts, while in his seat. It’s sticky. His ass is all sticky and drenched in viscous liquid. Jun fills him in so perfectly from the inside. With every little move, Hiyori feels a rubbing against his gut walls. Feels good. It certainly feels good, but he wants more. He wants to roughly and shamelessly get on that fat cock over and over again.
“But you don't think, Jun-kun, — his hands go higher, stroking firm muscles, — that it’s enough to earn my forgiveness, do you?” One more bounce followed by a pleased moan. “Mmm! Jun-kun came first and left his master to his own erection! Warui hiyori!” The fingers slide up and abruptly squeeze Jun’s pecs. This must be Hiyori’s favorite part of his body. No matter how diligently his cute kouhai works out, he is still so soft, just like now. The blond swings his hips up and down with a great ardor and enjoys touching the juicy breasts of his partner, while teasing him and rubbing his nipples. “Haa—” — shivers run down Jun’s skin, and he arches slightly. Technically, he is a top, but right now Hiyori is the one dominating. And his body is completely at his mercy. Only just for a second Hiyori stops to give his beloved junior a sloppy smooch, and the next moment his hands are on Jun's neck. "Jun-kun deserved punishment, didn't he?" He slides down his dick again and hears a loud, sensual sigh. "This time we're coming to the peak of bliss together. If you survive this!" His fingers squeeze around the neck in a firm grip. They've already practiced this before. Jun isn't scared. And it's not even about trust. He's already accepted it long ago that his life belongs to his Ohii-san. Mouth opened in unsuccessful attempts to take a breath; honey eyes languidly look up at the blinding Sun. His love has always been so suffocating.
Hiyori rides him with rapture. He lets himself enjoy Jun's body as he caresses him with his ass, giving a warm paradise inside. Adam's apple rises nervously under his palms, and hoarse moans come out of his partner's lips. Jun is a little dizzy, the blood pulses in his temples, and his eyes roll back; he can't get enough air. Trails of hot tears burn the skin of his face. He feels good, as his senses are now more vivid. Rhythmic moves come in waves of pleasure, sending shivers through his body. Hiyori jerks the life out of him, and he's only left to whine pitifully. Putting his head back, Jun breathes short and fast and sticks his tongue out, like a dog.
"Ah! Yes, Jun-kun! Yeah!"
With a face wet from tears, Hiyori sits down Jun's dick fiercely and groans at the top of his lungs. His legs are shaking; in anticipation of a soon relief he lets go off the neck and uses his hands for support instead. Jun gulps desired air and shamelessly moans, because there is nothing left in him to hold back. A flash of bright sensations strikes them both, shaking bodies with orgasms, and they dissolve into pleasure.
Coming to his senses, Hiyori finds himself embraced in a bear hug. Jun strokes his back and, once noticed Hiyori moving, suddenly starts to fuss.
“Ohii-san? Do you need me to get you something?”
(What a helpful one I brought up…) — the elder thinks to himself with a chuckle.
“No. Just stay with me.”
Hiyori purrs happily and rakes the body laying under him in his arms. It's nice to feel the warmth coming from it against his bare skin. His cheek clings to Jun's chest, heaving with every inhale. The two breaths seem to synchronize at this moment. Finally, their hearts beat in unison.