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yoshiki stared up at him with teary eyes and swallowed uselessly around his cock. drool dripped down his chin.
“you can take more, can’t you?” hikaru crooned, hands tangled in yoshiki’s hair.
a muffled panicked noise tore itself from yoshiki’s throat when hikaru pushed him down deeper. he gagged, fresh tears running down his cheeks.
“yeah, that’s good,” hikaru sighed, fucking shallowly into yoshiki’s throat. “doing so good,” and his hands were still in his hair, fists clenching and unclenching.
yoshiki whimpered at his words, a shiver running down his spine. hikaru smiled down at him so kindly, yoshiki could’ve forgotten he was using his throat like a toy.
“you like that, hm? you take me so well,” he purred, and yoshiki began to feel dizzy. he squeezed his eyes shut.
yoshiki breathed heavily out of his nose as he slid further down his throat. and vaguely, he could feel his nose hit hikaru’s groin.
his eyes fluttered open to look up at hikaru and was met with dark eyes staring down at him. yoshiki’s heart pounded a little faster, and he wasn’t sure if it was out of arousal or fear.
“good, good boy,” hikaru mumbled vacantly, running a gentle hand through yoshiki’s hair.
yoshiki hummed and leaned into the touch, but he wasn’t given very much time to bask in that comfort, because hikaru’s gentle hands turned to fists, and he yanked yoshiki’s head up before slamming him down again.
as hikaru fucked into yoshiki’s mouth, he was silent. all he did was stare at yoshiki with those unblinking eyes, and not once did he open his mouth to make any sort of sound of pleasure.
it was equally unsettling as it was arousing, to feel like hikaru was a predator and he was prey.
with one last thrust, hikaru pulled yoshiki off of him. “you okay?” he asked, and yoshiki just sat gasping for breath. hikaru smiled.
“you’re cute,” he said, and slapped his still erect cock against yoshiki’s cheek a few times before rubbing it against his lips.
yoshiki licked the tip of it gingerly, and he could see it twitch and throb in response.
when he looked up, hikaru’s mouth was hanging slightly ajar, and he was breathing heavily. “keep going,” he said— no, ordered, and yoshiki did.
he took the head into his mouth and sucked gently before taking him deeper. “you like this, huh?” hikaru purred, fingers tangled loosely in yoshiki’s hair.
yoshiki made a small affirmative noise around him and reached to palm his own cock through his pants. he whined softly, muffled by hikaru.
“stop,” hikaru kicked his hand away from his cock. yoshiki looked up at him, near crestfallen, and hikaru laughed a little before pressing his shoe against the front of his pants.
yoshiki inhaled sharply and squirmed, bucking into hikaru’s shoe, and stilled without noticing. “yoshiki,” the white haired man said, almost like a warning, and the loose fingers in his hair turned into a firm fist.
with a whimper, he began to bob his head. “good boy,” hikaru sighed.
without warning, hikaru pushed his head all the way to the base of his cock. yoshiki thrashed in his grip, tears running freely down his cheeks, and choked around his cock.
“poor baby,” hikaru cooed, smiling down at him. “you struggle, but i know you like it, too.”
and he was right— they both knew it. this was all being done moreso for yoshiki than hikaru. despite all that, yoshiki instinctively struggled, much to hikaru’s enjoyment. he was beginning to doubt his partners sanity a little, but he supposed he was in the same boat as him.
yoshiki gagged and tried to pull away, head spinning, but hikaru held him in place with unnatural strength. “take it,” he mumbled, dark eyes locked onto him.
and he did try to take it. yoshiki tried to force himself to stay still and pliant for hikaru, tried to steady his breathing.
hikaru pressed his shoe onto his partners cock a little harder, and yoshiki keened around him. “you’re being so good for me,” hikaru said softly.
yoshiki, tearfully, looked up at him, and hikaru bucked his hips in response. “so cute,” he grunted, and began to fuck into his throat again.
“keep looking at me,” hikaru said, unblinking eyes staring. yoshiki obeyed, of course, and let hikaru use his throat all the while.
hikaru ground his shoe onto yoshiki’s cock. “i-i’m close,” he hissed, and slammed yoshiki’s head down to the hilt like he was just a fleshlight.
strands of drool dripped down yoshiki’s chin as hikaru thrust once, twice, three times, before pulling out completely and jerking off frantically. “o-open your mouth,” he panted out, and yoshiki did.
“fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” hikaru groaned, head falling back. he looked down at yoshiki’s open mouth and came onto his face and tongue. he kept stroking himself through his orgasm before finally releasing his limp cock.
yoshiki swallowed, and pushed his face into hikaru’s thigh. “i… i didn’t come,” he rasped, throat sore.
“i didn’t forget. don’t worry,” hikaru laughed breathlessly before pushing his leg in between his boyfriends thighs.
yoshiki whimpered and began to rut against hikaru’s leg. “o-oh god,” he whined breathily.
“yeah? feels good? or do you just like being beneath me?” hikaru teased, eyes glued to him.
yoshiki’s mouth fell open as he humped his leg. “nnh, f-feels… feels good,” he moaned brokenly.
“what about my other question?” hikaru threaded his fingers in yoshiki’s hair and pulled his head up so he was looking at him. “you like being below me?”
yoshiki whined, face pink. “i…” he just nodded wordlessly, too embarrassed to say it.
“use your words,” hikaru said, his unblinking eyes dark with lust, and used his grip on his boyfriends hair to shake him a little.
“a-ah…!! i… i like it… being below you,” he whimpered out, and hikaru released his grip.
“good boy.”
head spinning, yoshiki ground against his boyfriends leg faster. “g-gonna… nnh, gonna come,” he panted out, and pushed his face into hikaru’s thigh.
“h-hikaru…!! hikaru, i-i’m, i’m…!!” with a shaky sob, yoshiki came in his pants, back arched. he clung to hikaru’s leg like it was a lifeline, nails digging into him.
hikaru just stared in awe and adoration as his boyfriend came on his leg like a dog. yoshiki leaned back on his knees, panting for breath.
“that feel good?” hikaru asked, a little breathlessly. yoshiki nodded and leaned on him for support.
“yeah,” yoshiki sighed, and snuggled into him as hikaru stroked his hair.
with a smile, hikaru extended his hand. “come up here and lay down. i’ll clean you up,” yoshiki had almost forgotten he had come on his face. he flushed a little, and took his hand.
once on the bed, he flopped down bonelessly. “i’ll be back,” hikaru said before leaving and reappearing with a wet cloth.
“look at me,” hikaru told him, and yoshiki turned so his face wasn’t crammed into the mattress. his boyfriend wiped the now dried come off his face before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“you’re too good to me,” hikaru sighed before laying down with him. “sorry for being rough.”
yoshiki huffed a laugh. “i… i like it,” he said quietly, and then pushed his face back into the mattress. “you get kinda scary when we do it, sometimes.”
hikaru went a little red. “s-sorry,” he mumbled, and looked away.
“i like that too, so…”
hikaru laughed. “you’re just as weird as me.”
“shut up.”