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The club is dark and crowded. Megumi has long since lost sight of their friends in the thick throng of people, but he doesn’t remotely care—he’s dancing with Yuuji. They brush lips and hands and legs as they move, bodies slotting together, finding a rhythm innate to them.
Tightening his grip on Megumi’s waist, Yuuji dips his head, speaking hot against the shell of Megumi’s ear.
“You look good in that skirt.”
Megumi’s lips quirk into a smile. “I know.”
The other man chuckles, pulling him closer so they can grind on each other properly. Megumi feels the beat of the music pulse in his and Yuuji’s veins, connecting them in the inky darkness of night and sin.
Time passes. Megumi doesn’t know how long. Thirsty, Megumi takes Yuuji’s hand, leading him to the bar to order a drink. Armed with a whisky, they search for a free sofa.
They find a seat, but there’s barely any space, only room enough for one person next to a couple, who are flirting like their lives depend on it. Yuuji picks it anyway, making it work by pulling Megumi onto his lap, manhandling him so they’re facing each other with Megumi straddling thick legs.
Sipping his whisky, Megumi alternates tastes of his drink with tastes of his boyfriend’s tongue; both burn like fire—brilliant and smoky. They savour one another, letting the music wash over them, its low thrumming base acting as a balm to the heat between them.
Humming into Megumi’s mouth, Yuuji’s big hands splay across the surface of his thighs, dipping beneath the hem of his skirt to brand his bare body with calloused palms. Deliberately slow, Yuuji massages pale flesh, fondling Megumi’s tender skin.
Purring in contentment, Megumi uses his next and final sip to take a large swig, which he doesn’t swallow. Setting his empty glass down, he leans in for another kiss. Parting his lips, he pours the liquid into Yuuji’s mouth. His boyfriend swallows it eagerly, gulping it down and sucking hungrily on Megumi’s tongue. Eager for more, Yuuji’s firm hands wander higher until he’s cupping Megumi’s ass beneath his skirt, teasing the delicate lace of his panties.
Megumi’s belly warms; a cocktail of alcohol and passion, ready to ignite at the spark of a match. He wriggles higher onto Yuuji’s lap until he’s seated snugly over the crotch of his boyfriend’s jeans, humping him softly to the beat.
Yuuji’s cock is big even when soft. Megumi loves to feel it swell, thickening beyond belief in the confines of his trousers.
“You’re gonna ruin my jeans,” Yuuji pants against his lips. “I can feel you soaking through my clothes.”
Instead of answering, Megumi dives back in to reconnect their lips.
He knows he’s wet; he can feel it. He’s saturated with his own juices, which slip past his folds to drench his own underwear as well as his boyfriend’s lap.
Yuuji breaks the kiss again to lick down Megumi’s neck, subtly checking to see if anyone’s watching. No one is paying them any attention, so, sucking a light bruise into the elegant curve of Megumi’s throat, Yuuji brings one hand around to Megumi’s front, sliding it beneath his skirt, trailing his fingertips up his inner thigh. Megumi’s legs tighten, thighs clenching in anticipation, pussy throbbing with desire.
“Touch me,” he gasps, and Yuuji does. With movement so slight it’s almost imperceptible, Yuuji pushes his fingers closer to Megumi’s heat. Tugging his lace panties aside, he immediately finds Megumi’s twitching clit, rubbing his nub with deft motions, drawing a moan from the back of his throat.
“Ah!” Megumi gasps, rocking forwards, desperate for more.
Yuuji hushes him, quieting him with a kiss. “You gotta be quiet if you want me to play with you more,” he says, tugging on Megumi’s bottom lip with his teeth.
Megumi knows he’s right—some other people are making out or sitting in their partners’ laps, but Megumi doubts many of them are being fingered right now. Knowing that he’ll need to keep the volume down if he wants Yuuji to keep touching him, Megumi nods. Satisfied, Yuuji moves his hand even higher to slip his fingers between Megumi’s drenched folds.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice husky as smoke. “You’re soaking wet.”
Megumi grinds forwards, encouraging Yuuji to push deeper inside.
“I wanna soak your cock,” Megumi whispers, looking at Yuuji with dark, lidded eyes, wearing an expression that means he won’t take no for an answer.
Yuuji glances furtively around to make sure they’re not being watched.
“Now?” he asks.
“Yes,” Megumi urges, tugging on his boyfriend’s hair. “Now.”
Yuuji swallows. “Okay,” he says, making up his mind. “Alright.”
Megumi slips his hands between them to fumble with Yuuji’s fly, unzipping him as subtly as possible. Using their arms to cage one another in, Megumi wriggles even higher up onto Yuuji’s lap, freeing his fat cock from the confines of his underwear the moment his skirt covers it.
Yuuji takes over, gripping himself at the base of his shaft while Megumi threads his fingers once more through pink hair, biting his lip to hold back the groan that’s threatening to escape. He shifts ever so slightly higher, closer, making the action believable to any onlookers by diving in for a passionate kiss.
Yuuji’s cock brushes his folds, a moment of sweet anticipation. Then he drives home in one go, pushing inside in a single, swift thrust. Megumi whimpers as he’s stuffed to the brim, his walls clenching hungrily around his boyfriend’s girth.
“Don’t ride me like you usually do,” Yuuji warns, flattening a hand over Megumi’s lower back, cradling his cheek with the other.
“I won’t,” Megumi promises, swallowing thickly.
Instead of bouncing on Yuuji’s cock, he shifts back and forth, grinding onto the fat shaft that’s splitting him in two. Normally, he needs Yuuji to play with his clit to come, but Megumi knows that tonight he’ll be squirting on Yuuji’s cock alone.
All around them people move, talk and dance. Megumi stops kissing Yuuji to watch them, gasping out tiny breathy moans as Yuuji fucks ever so slowly up into his cunt. Some people glance their way, envious of the couple so lost in one another’s arms, but their eyes roll off the pair like water off feathers, not noticing anything unusual.
“God,” Yuuji groans, burying his face in Megumi’s hair. “You feel so fucking good.”
Megumi pants hotly, feeling that coiling heat of pleasure climb ever higher in his core. Unable to stop himself, he lifts himself, sliding upwards over Yuuji’s dick before thumping back down.
“Fuck.”
Yuuji grips his waist, urging him to keep his movements small, but Megumi is so, so close to coming that he can’t stop now. He fucks himself on Yuuji’s cock in earnest, not caring who notices them, not caring for anything other than chasing his own heavenly pleasure.
“Baby,” Yuuji warns. “Slow down.”
“Two more,” Megumi gasps, lifting up and dropping back down. He’s so, so close. Yuuji must realise how near he is to finishing because he doesn’t stop him as he repeats the motion one last time. Megumi rises up even higher, lifting up so much that surely if someone were low enough, Yuuji’s cock would be visible beneath the swishing folds of Megumi’s skirt.
Throwing his head back, Megumi drops back down, sinking onto his boyfriend’s meat in one slick go.
He closes his eyes and opens his mouth, coming with the force of a tidal wave. A loud, blissed out moan starts to push past his lips, so Yuuji grabs him by the neck, pulling him forwards to swallow his lewd sounds. Megumi doesn’t fight it, can’t even move as his body is wracked with pleasure. His cunt gushes juices, pulsing with the force of his orgasm, and his legs lock into place around Yuuji as he wrings his cock with his aching pussy.
“Shit.”
Megumi feels Yuuji’s cock jerk and mewls in ecstasy as warm cum fills his insides. Yuuji finishes with a groan, brought over the edge by Megumi’s sweet, throbbing cunt.
Once their floods of pleasure have subsided, Megumi lifts his head, blinking blearily around. He and Yuuji had buried their faces in one another’s necks, clutching onto each other as they trembled and shook. He turns to the side, making eye contact with the people on the sofa to the side of them, whose jaws have fallen open in shock. They’re frozen, speechless—but they clearly know what just went down.
Swallowing, Megumi taps Yuuji on the shoulder. His boyfriend raises his head.
“Yuuji. We have to go.”
“No,” Yuuji protests, nosing at Megumi’s hairline in post-coital contentment. “Keep me warm a little longer, my love.”
“We have to go,” Megumi repeats with greater urgency. “Now.”
Yuuji must hear the panicked edge to his voice, because he stops kissing Megumi’s cheek. He glances around, scanning their surroundings, finding no issue until—
“Ah.” He smiles sheepishly at the people next to them. “I’d apologise, but he looks so pretty when he comes, doesn’t he?”
“Yuuji!” Megumi hisses.
His boyfriend’s words seem to jolt their neighbours into action. One of them rises, still gaping stupidly, and the other one simply starts to swear.
“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Yuuji laughs, lifting Megumi off his softening cock and tucking himself back into his jeans in one swift go. Zipping himself up, he stands, lifting Megumi into his arms as he does so.
Walking swiftly out of the club, Yuuji carries Megumi outside, setting him down to hail a cab to take them back to his place.
“I’m leaking,” Megumi says, clenching his thighs together as Yuuji’s cum starts to slip down the inside of his legs.
“I’ll fill you up again when we get home,” Yuuji reassures, taking his hand and squeezing it. “As many times as you want.”
Megumi squeezes back, already forgetting about their spectators, contemplating how many orgasms he can milk from his partner that night. He hopes at least three.