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Hanagaki Takemichi was a new face for Kazutora when he was freed from juvie.
He moved in in the apartment next to theirs around two months ago, his mom told him. A single parent, she added, almost in distaste which made Kazutora almost scoff. As if they, of all people, could comment about another family's situation.
Kazutora left it at that. Not like it mattered to him. He'd probably avoid Kazutora anyway. Just like everyone else in the neighborhood because that's apparently a thing that would happen if you were troublesome enough to be sent to juvie.
God, he hated this place.
A week after that, Kazutora could almost take back what he said about hating this place.
It happened after a school day. Kazutora had just gone home from school, or at least, he would be if he didn't forget his keys, and if he could find the spare key. His mom wasn't home and she won't be in a couple of hours.
Kazutora sighed and rummaged in his bag to find something that could pick the lock of the door.
That was the plan before the door beside his home opened and a pretty face greeted him. Oh. It was his first time being face to face with Hanagaki Takemichi.
"Kazutora-kun? Is everything okay?" He knew his name?
"Uh," Kazutora's throat felt dry, "I can't find my keys. Mom won't be home in a while." He had no idea why he added that last part, but Hanagaki was looking at him with those big blue eyes, and Kazutora had the need to give more answers to him.
Hanagaki frowned at that before he opened the door wider. "Do you wanna come in then? You can wait here until your mom arrives."
He didn't have to. Kazutora felt a hairpin in his bag and it shouldn't take too long before he could open the door without a key. But before Kazutora could think, his mouth answered with, "Sure."
Hanagaki's smile was as blinding as it was beautiful.
Hanagaki- Takemichi (as he preferred to be called) proved to be a more than decent company. He was funny and witty and he was nice and he smiled at Kazutora like he mattered and it made him feel all sorts of warm.
And before he knew it, hanging around Takemichi's apartment became a regular thing and so was helping him around with his baby.
Takemichi's baby - Touma, his name - was cute if only Kazutora wasn't slightly unnerved whenever those pitch black eyes were staring at him. Kazutora thought that maybe he got that from his dad - uh, the one that wasn't Takemichi - along with his blond hair, because Takemichi had black hair and his eyes weren't dark but a lovely shade of blue that had a very attractive gleam on them whenever he smiled-
He shook his head before he could dive into those thoughts deeper. He'd already accepted - since the first night he met him formally - that he quickly developed a crush on the older man. It's a fruitless crush anyway. There was no need for Kazutora to set himself for a heartbreak by thinking much of it.
(One second of letting his curiosity win, Kazutora asked Takemichi about Touma's other dad. Takemichi told him that it was complicated. That they weren't together anymore and yet, Kazutora knew that this mysterious baby daddy was still supporting not only Touma, but also Takemichi. Financially, at least. And judging by the brands of Touma and Takemichi's stuff, he was loaded.
He wanted to ask more but Takemichi already looked troubled, and Kazutora hated seeing his pretty face in distress so he dropped the subject and offered to help Takemichi cook their dinner.
The smile Kazutora received was very much rewarding.)
Anyway.
So, Touma. He was a cute kid, and behaved - as behaved as a seven-month baby could be. He didn't cry when Kazutora held him for the first time - Takemichi praised the two of them because of this, apparently Kazutora was also a good boy just because a child didn't cry and throw up upon the sight of him. Nevertheless, Kazutora's face heated up when Takemichi called him that.
Which was why when Touma's lips began to wobble and his face twisted in distress, Kazutora began to panic and he picked him up from his crib to rock him while muttering, Shhhh, it's okay, it's okay.
This didn't help unfortunately as Touma wailed, and that's when Takemichi entered the living room from where he was cooking in the kitchen. He smiled at Kazutora's attempt to comfort his baby, and asked him to sit down on the sofa. "Hold him for a second for me, can you, Kazutora-kun?"
Kazutora nodded, gently rocking Touma in his arms. He watched as Takemichi removed his apron and draped it on the sofa. Watched as Takemichi sat beside him. Watched Takemichi's fingers unbuttoning his shirt until one side slipped off from his shoulder and -
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
His mouth watered when he saw Takemichi's bare tits for the first time. Plump, and no doubt filled with milk. Takemichi pressed his palm on the area of his chest and if Kazutora looked close enough, he'd see his pink nipple already leaking milk.
He hoped his swallow wasn't as audible as he thought it was when Takemichi leaned into his space to take Touma from his arms. If…if he moved his hand just a little, he could brush Takemichi's tits and passed it off as an accident-
No! Kazutora mentally slapped himself. Snap out of it, you horndog!
"Poor baby," Takemichi cooed cutely. "Come here. You're hungry, huh?"
Kazutora felt dirty. Not only was the image of Takemichi's bare breast still on his mind, but those innocent words that weren't even directed to him were sending tingles all over his body.
He couldn't remember what sort of excuse he made up because by the next five minutes, he was already slamming the door in his room.
That night, Kazutora jerked himself off with the mental image of Takemichi's leaking breast and wondering what it would feel like to close his lips around it and suck-
"Fuck," he cursed, his hips jerked as he released on his fist.
Holy shit. There was no turning back from this.
It took a week before Kazutora could face Takemichi again. A week before he was sure that seeing Takemichi - no matter how decently clothed he was - wouldn't immediately make him pop a boner.
He could continue avoiding him, really. Takemichi was nice and accommodating but surely he wouldn't miss the company of a high schooler like him who was way too horny for his own good. (God he hoped Takemichi didn't notice anything that time.) But Kazutora missed him a lot, and jesus fucking christ, he really was acting like a fool from one of those shoujo manga his classmates liked to read.
When Takemichi opened the door for him, his smile was as radiant as the first time he saw it. And Kazutora thought he couldn't let this go.
Touma was sleeping in his room, Takemichi told him. Kazutora was just about to ask if there was anything Takemichi would need help with when he noticed Takemichi cringing and tugging uncomfortably on his shirt.
His eyes landed on Takemichi's chest - god knew he had been avoiding looking at that part of him since Takemichi opened the door for him - and that's only when he noticed that it was…wet?
For a second, he thought Takemichi poured water on himself until he noticed that only a specific part of the shirt was drenched and it seemed to get wetter each passing second -
Ah.
Uh.
He didn't know that he had been staring until Takemichi shielded his chest with his arm. "Kazutora-kun?" He didn't sound mad, rather it was concern.
Kazutora looked up and stared at his eyes instead. Fuck, he felt like a pervert. (Which, to be honest, he was.)
"Does that usually happen?" he asked just to fill the silence between them.
"This?" Takemichi removed his arm from his chest and pointed at his wet shirt. "Yeah. Breastfeeding and all that."
"You don't have a, uh, a breastpump?" That's what it was called, right?
"I do. But I'm sensitive right now that it hurts when I tried to."
"Oh. It just feels like a waste. I mean, uh, the milk." What the fuck was he even talking about now.
Takemichi shrugged. "Nothing I can do about it. Unless you wanna drink it since it seems to bother you so much." Given by the chuckle that came after, he meant it as a joke.
Kazutora licked his lips. Debated his thoughts before he went Oh fuck it. "Can I?"
Takemichi stared at him.
Fuck! "I - that's just a joke. Don't look at me like that!" he said and even to his own ears, his chuckles sounded so forced. "Would you look at the time -"
"Do you want to? Because I'll let you."
"Y- you would?"
Sitting beside him, Takemichi smiled and patted his head. "You've been such a good boy to me these weeks. Always helping me around and keeping me company.
"You're curious, right?" He nodded. "Want to know what it tastes like?" Another nod. "Then you can have my milk. It's the most I could do to you after all the work you've been doing for me."
Takemichi laid down on the sofa and pulled Kazutora with him so he was on top of Takemichi and in between his spread legs. His eyes were leveled on Takemichi's chest and Takemichi's crotch was pressed against his stomach.
He gulped before asking, "How do I…?"
The smile Takemichi gave him was sweet albeit a little teasing. "Ah, ah, I thought Kazutora-kun knew what he was doing since you were so confident when you asked and all that."
Kazutora did not pout, he swore. Takemichi chuckled and pushed his shirt up to reveal one tit. The nipple was hard and Kazutora was already salivating upon seeing the white liquid dripping from it. "Do I just -"
"Just put it in your mouth and suck. Gently please, I'm very sensitive."
Before Kazutora did that, he groped Takemichi's breast - feeling how soft and plump it was under his touch. Takemichi sighed and put one hand on Kazutora's head, petting his hair and this encouraged Kazutora as he poked his nipple with one finger before pinching it with his thumb and forefinger. Milk poured from it and Takemichi whined. "You're wasting it."
And that was just unfortunate, right? So Kazutora leaned down, kissed the nipple, before closing his lips around it. God it felt so good under his tongue.
He just had to…suck right?
But where was the fun in that?
With his tongue, Kazutora played with the nipple in his mouth. He licked around and over it and could already taste the sweet milk. When Takemichi's petting turned into grasping loosely on his hair, Kazutora began to suck.
"Mmmm, that's good Kazutora-kun… You're doing well," Takemichi sighed and it almost sounded like a moan, spurring Kazutora to do it again. Kazutora may not be much of a milk drinker before this, but after this, milk might just be his favorite food and beverage. (Especially if it was straight from the faucet.)
After a couple of seconds of sucking, Kazutora pulled back, Takemichi's breast being released from his mouth with pop. He looked at Takemichi, mouth wet and eyes hazy, to ask for - for what? Kazutora didn't know. But Takemichi smiled at him - he was watching him the entire time - and said, "Why did you stop? I have more to give." With that, he urged Kazutora back to his tits by pushing his head lightly. And who was Kazutora to say no to that?
"Ah- Kazutora-kun! Gentler remember?" Takemichi almost moaned when Kazutora lightly bit on his hard nipple. He licked it as means of apologizing to Takemichi. He pulled back once again and instead of sucking his nipple back to his mouth, Kazutora licked around his breast for any excess drops of milk and -
And well, Takemichi in general just tasted good and he'd be damned if he won't take advantage of this. Who knows when he'll get another chance.
From Takemichi's encouraging sighs and hums and - "That's a good boy. Doing so well, Kazutora-kun," he didn't mind it at all.
He pushed Takemichi's shirt up to reveal his other breast, and Takemichi helped by taking it off and throwing it on the floor. Leaving him topless for Kazutora's eyes to feast on. God, fuck, he looked so fucking good.
Kazutora did the same to the other breast and started licking on it for the milk that was dripping all over his body. Takemichi was still watching him encouragingly and so Kazutora stared back at him even as he opened his mouth, stuck his tongue out, and played and licked on his nipple.
There was an interesting reaction at that, Takemichi bit his lower lip and his sigh sounded almost like a moan. So Kazutora did it again. And Kazutora continued looking at him in the eyes when closed his mouth around his nipple and breast and sucked.
Kazutora didn't know how long he was feeding on Takemichi until Takemichi lightly pushed his face away, his nipple released from his mouth - red and thoroughly abused by Kazutora's lips and tongue and teeth.
"No more… It hurts," Takemichi pouted - holy shit that's cute - and covered his tits with his hands. "I think you sucked them dry…"
He chuckled at that. "I'm sure that's not true." He pushed Takemichi's hands away from his breasts and peppered kisses around them - teasingly sucking on Takemichi's nipples that had him whimpering from overstimulation. "You're mean," Takemichi pinched his cheeks, despite his words, there was a grin on his face. "Off now."
Kazutora sucked on his nipples one last time (god he can't get over them) and moved to get off Takemichi. That was what he was planning but as he moved his legs, his hard cock brushed against Takemichi's pussy, only the fabric of their pants and shorts separating them from each other.
They both groaned at the contact, Kazutora stiffening. Oh, this is embarrassing. "Fuck. Sorry." He moved again and get off Takemichi, careful not to brush against his cunt again no matter how much he wanted to grind against him and how much he wanted to sink his cock inside -
He sat down on the sofa and stared at the ceiling. Fuck. He was so hard.
"That looks painful." Kazutora looked at Takemichi who sat from where he was laid just a second ago, legs spread and folded to his knees. He was still topless and his tits were out and Kazutora wanted nothing more than to feel them again in his mouth..
"Yeah," he answered, not knowing what to say.
Takemichi looked at the doors - the one where his baby was sleeping as if expecting him to just cry any second, and the entrance, like he was expecting someone to just come in uninvited - before he asked. "Do you want to…"
"Hm? Want to?"
Instead of answering his question, Takemichi took a deep breath and took Kazutora's hand. Kazutora watched with held breath as Takemichi bit his lip, stared at him straight in the eyes, and slipped his hand inside his shorts and -
Fucking shit. Kazutora's not the only one turned on alright.
Tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he couldn't stop the way his fingers twitched at the feeling of Takemichi's wet cunt. Takemichi's lips parted and he almost moaned at that, so Kazutora dragged a finger from his clit down to his hole and pushed the tip of his finger in. Just the tip. Nothing else, but it had Takemichi releasing a scandalous mewl.
"Hey Takemichi, what was your question again?"
Kazutora felt Takemichi's own fingers against him, guiding and pushing his finger deeper into Takemichi's pussy, his cock twitching when he felt him clenching around him.
"Do you - do you want to fuck me?" Takemichi asked finally, when Kazutora's finger inside him was all the way in.
What kinda question was that.
Of fucking course he did.
Takemichi's pussy was even more beautiful than what Kazutora had imagined and that was saying something, because Kazutora's imagination was a wonderful thing.
"You're really big," Takemichi said when Kazutora undid his pants and took his hard cock out.
"Your biggest one yet?" Kazutora teased to which Takemichi replied with a roll of his eyes.
"Don't be so full of yourself. I'm older than you with more experience," he said before he stood up to remove his shorts. And there he was - naked in front of Kazutora. Fuck, he was so sure he dreamed of this.
He straddled Kazutora's, spreading his pussy and Kazutora could see it glistening from wetness. Fuck holy shit he did that. He definitely dreamed of this.
Takemichi took his cock by his hands, rubbed it up and down before he leaned closer until their hips touched. Kazutora's hand reached for his waist, guiding him to his cock, while his other hand reached behind him to grope a fat ass cheek. Takemichi giggled like he was expecting that - maybe he was. He had a good ass, Kazutora for sure wasn't the first person attracted to it.
Takemichi rubbed his wet pussy on Kazutora's cock without putting it inside and it felt so fucking good but Kazutora really really really wanted to be inside him. So fucking bad.
"Takemichi, stop teasing," he all but whined.
Another giggle before one hand held Kazutora's base, and another gripped on his shoulders and- "Ahhhhh…" Kazutora moaned when he felt the walls around him.
"Fuck. You're so big," Takemichi moaned and Kazutora released a sharp exhale when Takemichi's hips met his, his cock all the way inside Takemichi's tight and wet warmth. "Ever done this before?"
Kazutora nodded. He'd hooked up with some girls from his class but - "Your pussy's the best one yet."
Takemichi tightened around him, and he grinned sheepishly. "Didn't know you were such a smooth talker.
"I should give you a good time, then." Takemichi leaned forward, bracing his hands on the backrest of the sofa on either side of Kazutora's head, his face closer to Kazutora that his breaths were ghosting over his lips.
Then, he began to bounce on his lap.
Takemichi rode him like he was getting paid for it. Kazutora almost found it hard to imagine that this man who was squeezing his life out of his cock was the same man who smiled at him sweetly and asked him how his day was.
Well, shit.
Kazutora might have just hit the jackpot.
"Ah!" Takemichi moaned when Kazutora met his hips with a thrust of his own. His hands groped on Takemichi's ass before they slid to his waist to aid him on his bouncing. Takemichi hummed, his arms wrapping around Kazutora's neck and hands playing on his hair. "God, yeah, that's it." He pushed his head to his chest, and Kazutora parted his lips to take one nipple in his mouth. He didn't suck on it as much as he wanted to, but stuck his tongue out to play with it. Takemichi moaned, "Good… Good, Kazutora-kun. What a good boy you are."
He is a good boy alright
His cock twitched from where it was inside Takemichi and judging from the giggle Takemichi released, he felt it too. "You like that? You like being a good boy for me?"
Kazutora groaned, switched to play on the other nipple but not before giving a nod. Takemichi hummed again, took one of Kazutora's hands and guided it between his legs and onto his clit. "Make me cum then."
So Kazutora did. Rubbed circles on Takemichi's clit and thrusted into Takemichi that had Takemichi crying out loud. He angled his hips and it hit something inside Takemichi that had him crying right there fuck just right there over and over again, and Kazutora complied, of course.
When Takemichi stilled and his cunt clamped tight around his cock, Kazutora smiled and kissed all over Takemichi's chest. He didn't pull out even as he felt the wetness of Takemichi's release drenching his cock.
Takemichi slumped against him, breathing heavily and flushed a lovely shade of pink. "You haven't come yet."
Kazutora shook his head. "Can I -"
"Yeah," Takemichi said, and even when Kazutora knew he was sensitive, he bounced on Kazutora's lap.
But he had other plans.
Takemichi yelped when Kazutora moved and in the next second, his back hit the carpet, with Kazutora above him. Then Kazutora flipped him so he was on his hands and knees, inserting three fingers in his pussy just to tease him and hear him whimper.
When he removed his fingers inside, Kazutora cleaned them with his tongue. Fuck, he's so sweet. Maybe Takemichi would let him drink from his cunt next time.
He pushed his cock in in one smooth slide, hands on Takemichi's ass to squeeze and grope it.
And then he fucked him. For real this time, in the carnal way he wanted to. Hard and fast, ass hitting his hips so loudly that it would leave Takemichi's ass red and swollen.
And Takemichi could only take it. But from the way he kept clenching around him and from the he was moaning like he was getting paid for it, he wasn't complaining at all.
After Kazutora came inside Takemichi, he laid on the carpet next to him. He stared on the ceiling, trying to still his running heartbeat.
Takemichi laid on his back and put a hand in between his legs. "You came a lot."
"Sorry?"
"No, you're not."
Kazutora chuckled and reached in between Takemichi's legs. His thighs were drenched from the combination of both of their releases. He rubbed his fingers on his folds before dipping one inside, making Takemichi moan, "Kazutora…"
"Hmmm?" he asked innocently, like he wasn't slowly but surely starting to finger fuck Takemichi's still sensitive pussy.
"Fuck," Takemichi hissed when Kazutora pushed another finger and started scissoring inside. "You're horny again, aren't you?"
Kazutora pushed himself off the floor and settled on top of Takemichi who quickly opened his legs for him. His cock was already hardening. "Don't good boys get rewarded?"
"Fucking me isn't reward enough for you? I'm offended."
His cock wasn't fully hard yet, but he held it by the base and pushed it inside Takemichi once again. It wouldn't take long, Takemichi was too irresistible for his own good. Takemichi's eyes closed at the sensation. "I wanna do it again."
"As I can feel, you horndog." Despite his words, his legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to him and pushing his cock deeper inside.
"Take what you need then, Kazutora-kun."
And take, Kazutora would. Gladly.