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His hand wrapped around Kiku’s entire wrist with ease, encasing it wholly, his grip firm and tight. Kiku shivered.
“A-are you sure about this? You're so small, I don't wanna hurt you.”
Kiku stared back at him, his expression barely readable - aside from how his eyes were half-lidded, dazed, thoughts clearly drifting off into dangerous territory.
“Yes. Please. I'm not fragile. I want you to not hold back.”
Alfred swallowed.
He was towering over him, both of Kiku’s wrists pressed into the mattress as he looked down at the smaller figure. It's not like he
would
be able to hold back, anyway. Not after Kiku had practically begged to be manhandled.
His breathing was heavy. He lowered his head to spread kisses along Kiku’s neck. There was no resistance. Instead, Kiku rolled his head back against the mattress, further exposing his neck to Alfreds lips. Alfred's hands reached from his wrists to Kiku’s sides, holding him firmly, and Kiku twitched in his grasp. So cute.
Fuck
.
When he put his hands around his waist, his thumbs were almost able to meet in the middle. And something about that was so damn hot to him.
Without thinking, he sank his teeth into where Kiku’s shoulder met his neck, and there was a loud gasp from the smaller man.
Alfred could feel Kiku’s hands, one of them settling on his head and the other behind his neck, keeping him close as his teeth were still buried in his skin. Kiku’s eyelids fluttered together with his heart.
He finally let off of him just to bite into another spot as he slowly lowered his hands, never letting loose even one bit, palms eagerly feeling up everything Kiku’s body had to offer – every mole, each mark, each little curve and fold in his skin. When his hands arrived at Kiku’s ass, he slipped them beneath before lifting it up a little, settling his hips against his thighs. He bit his lip when he felt him grind against his crotch.
“Kiku.”
His voice was breathy against Kiku’s neck, and the brunet couldn't help but shudder at the hot yet chilling feeling. Goosebumps rose all over him.
He felt Alfred's hands now trace up his thighs, fingers digging into the flesh. His touch felt rough and raw and perfect.
Alfred lifted his head from Kiku’s neck, and their eyes met, passion and desperation in their gaze. And not a second later, their lips met, too, a kiss that had Alfred's stomach tingle, as though countless little butterflies were tickling him from the inside with their gentle wings.
One of his hands seized Kiku’s jaw, guiding his head as he deepened the kiss, a little whimper escaping Kiku’s lips. Alfred was still not the best when it came to kissing, but he was definitely improving. There was a certain confidence now to the way he moved his tongue, or the way he ground his lips against Kiku’s, and it didn't feel as forced or awkward as it used to anymore. Kiku couldn’t help but melt right into it.
Both of them were panting when they parted their lips. His hand was wrapped around Kiku’s neck now, Alfred hadn’t even noticed doing so, but Kiku seemed to enjoy it either way, a deep crimson flush settled on his face. Alfred’s heart skipped a beat.
“Fuck, Kiku. You’re so hot.”
His hips began grinding against Kiku’s, and it’s to no one’s surprise when Alfred had to stop himself just after a few seconds, because by God, he could come just like this, as embarrassing as it was to admit.
“You’re really hot,” he repeated before lifting Kiku’s ass once again, ridding him of the underwear he still had on, Kiku’s half-hard cock twitching a little against the suddenly cold feeling.
His own boxer shorts, he pulled down, too, cock springing free, already dripping with pre-cum. Kiku stared down at it wordlessly. It was quite big, and girthy at that. Just imagining it fitting all the way inside had his stomach itch. It almost seemed impossible with how small Kiku was in comparison to Alfred, but they somehow made it work every time.
Then, his gaze flicked back to Alfred's face.
“Alfred.”
“Yes?”
“Finger me.”
“Yes.”
Alfred reached over to grab the lube from where he'd thrown it before and let the liquid dribble into his palm, slightly shaking from nervosity and excitement. Well, to say that he was excited would be a heavy understatement. His heart was practically hammering against his chest until it hurt, and there was no sign of it stopping anytime soon.
His hand reached down and he adjusted Kiku’s position a little further before carefully sliding a finger inside. He kept his other hand firmly around Kiku’s thigh, a grasp so tight that even if Kiku wanted to wiggle free, he wouldn't be able to move a single muscle – and his fingers would surely imprint themselves onto his skin in deep pink marks. Kiku moaned, the sound quiet, but it never failed to make the hair on Alfred's skin stand up in shivers.
One finger became two, and Kiku arched his back off of the mattress, vision blurring before his eyes fell closed.
Alfred's fingers alone were long and thick enough already as they prepared Kiku. He wasn't particularly elegant in his handiwork, but Kiku didn't mind, given that he was pretty much used to Alfred's clumsy ways. It was rather endearing, even.
Then, Alfred stopped spreading him open, fingers now in search of Kiku’s prostate instead. Kiku quickly caught on to it.
“A… A little to the left…”
“There?” Alfred said before pressing down on said spot, and Kiku’s reaction told him that he'd hit the bull's-eye. Kiku’s hips stuttered and he clutched the sheets into his fists, cock now fully erect as he ground forward against the other's fingers.
“Y-yes, there–
ah
!” He didn’t care to keep his voice down any longer when Alfred started massaging his prostate, applying just enough pressure that it had Kiku curl his toes. Alfred watched him sharply, intently, his breathing a heavy mess as he felt like an animal about to unleash on his prey. With his free hand, he grabbed him by the waist again and leaned down to trail his tongue around his nipple.
“Kiku…” he mumbled, a string of saliva between skin and lips, “please let me put it in.”
There was a little chuckle that tumbled from Kiku’s lips in between the moans, and he almost wanted to tell him
Not yet
, because he loved to see the frustration in his face whenever he had to hold himself back. But instead, he only hummed in approval before the other shot up, and Kiku could swear he saw his eyes light up with sparks for just a second.
“C-condom, yeah?” he asked while already rummaging through the nightstand drawer.
“Yeah.”
He pulled one out and tried to rip the plastic open with his teeth – a move Kiku could only interpret as him trying to be cool and confident despite all his stuttering and obvious nervousness – but he inevitably failed, of course he did. Kiku chuckled and Alfred blushed, mumbling something to himself with a frustrated expression before simply opening it by hand.
Pulling it over his length, he already gasped at the slick feeling, and God, he really wasn't sure how he was supposed to last once he was inside of him.
Spreading his legs, Kiku allowed Alfred to position himself and slowly push in.
His expression immediately changed into a pained wince as he felt the tightness settling around him, and he had to pause not even halfway in – less because he didn’t wanna hurt him, but more so that he wouldn't come way too early and embarrass himself. Kiku bit his tongue. He was so hot like this, about to come just from barely putting it in.
Alfred took a deep breath before finally bottoming out, hunching over with a little groan and propping up his elbows left and right of Kiku. His temples slightly glistened with sweat. He took a moment to get used to the feeling before finally beginning to move.
Then, he stopped again. His whole body tensed.
“J-jeez, Kiku… You’re really tight… S-sorry… I gotta…”
“It's fine.”
Kiku’s voice was raspy as he tried his best to get used to the feeling himself. He felt hot, the air around them having gotten thick and heavy with lust. Alfred was big enough for it to hurt, but Kiku loved the feeling of being filled out and stretched open, his mind finally silenced as he moaned from pain and pleasure alike.
Then, he grabbed Alfred by his arms, squeezing tightly, as though urging him to go harder. Alfred huffed. He was slowly getting the hang of it, finding a somewhat steady rhythm as he picked up the pace, burying his face in the crook of Kiku’s neck. His scent tickled his nose, a really light and sweet smell mixed with a little bit of lust and sweat. He wanted to breathe all of it in, let it fill his lungs to the brim and get utterly lost in it.
“Alfred.”
There was a stutter to Alfred's voice as Kiku snapped him back to reality.
“Y-yeah?”
“Harder. I told you to not hold back.”
Alfred paused and raised himself, face flushed with arousal and frustration and embarrassment.
“I… I want to. I just… I might cum if I go too fast…” he admitted, averting his gaze.
“You don't have to go fast. Hard and fast are two different things.”
The cogs in Alfred's brain seemed to turn before he tilted his head. Kiku sighed.
“You just… go slow, but with… with force. Just try it.”
Alfred nodded slightly, then pulled almost all the way back before thrusting into him in one go. He bit his lip. Kiku whimpered, mouth falling open.
“L-like that?” Alfred huffed, voice strained as he continued fucking him hard, panting with every time he smacked his hips against Kiku’s. He grabbed him by the waist for more control.
“Y-yes, keep going–” he interrupted himself with a loud moan as Alfred hit just the right spot, and Alfred picked up on that, angling himself more comfortably so he could keep piercing that same spot. Strong hands pulled Kiku back against his cock with every time he thrusted into him, and Kiku wanted more, wanted to be broken, shattered, used. His stomach tensed. “Just like that…”
Occasionally, Alfred couldn't avoid having to stop and recover whenever he felt himself coming dangerously close – and especially with Kiku’s moans turning louder and his face twisting into expressions that could only be described as way too cute to handle, controlling oneself was much easier said than done. But weirdly enough, the longer he made love to him, the more he got used to it, the easier it became.
Soon, he pulled out and flipped Kiku around with ease only to slam back into him not a second later. Kiku whined, went to bury his hands beneath his pillow, but before he could do that, Alfred grabbed him by the wrists and pulled his arms back, robbing him of any way to ground himself. Kiku let his head hang down as harsh, forceful thrusts came from behind and he sighed in relief. This was the exact feeling he'd been chasing. For just a moment, he felt himself floating away.
“K-Kiku, I love you… Kiku… Kiku…” His name kept falling from Alfred's lips relentlessly as he let go of his arms, letting him fall back onto the mattress with a quiet thud. Then, he put his hands on Kiku’s back instead, pushing him down before wrapping them around his chest, leaving hickeys all over his back. He nestled his face in the crook of Kiku’s neck.
From some point on, Alfred didn't even notice how rough he was going anymore as he proceeded to fuck him into the sheets, thrusts growing sloppy and uneven by the minute. Kiku could barely keep his ass up, barely had any air left to breathe as he kept his face pressed into the pillow that smelled so intensely of Alfred, and that only added to the fact that his brain was slowly melting away into oblivion.
Suddenly, Alfred stopped, a long moan ringing through the room, nails digging themselves hard into Kiku’s waist. His hips were pressed flush against the other's ass as his legs shook a little. Kiku felt his cock twitch inside of him, slowly softening. He turned his head, glancing back.
“A-Alfred? Did you just…”
The embarrassment in Alfred's voice was painfully palpable as he stuttered. “I-I… I… Shit, damn it… Sorry…”
God, and he was doing so well too. He rubbed his eyes, furrowed his brows. He sighed, somewhere in between frustrated and exhausted.
Kiku breathed out of his nose in a little laugh. As much as it might be just a bit annoying, he couldn't help but find it incredibly cute.
“It's… it's okay. You're fine.”
He did way better than Kiku had expected, at least – in fact, he'd lasted up to a point where Kiku was close to orgasm himself. The knot in his stomach was starting to feel almost painful, aching, his body begging for release as he realized just how close he'd actually been.
“Just…” he started, reaching back to lightly stroke the side of Alfred's leg, “don't pull out. Not yet. I only need a little more…” Kiku reached to grab his own cock, languidly stroking it as he clutched the pillow with his free arm.
“You can–
oh
–keep going, can't you? A-Alfred.”
Alfred flushed, a wave of heat washing over him as his brain took a while to catch up. But he listened and did as Kiku said, of course he did, continuing to thrust into him to the best of his ability, even when he was overstimulated and panting and barely thinking straight. So it was no wonder that he felt himself getting hard again in no time, and when Kiku’s walls tightened around him, a high-pitched whimper from below, he couldn't stop himself from coming a second time into the condom. He hunched over. A droplet of sweat trickled down his nose onto Kiku’s back.
Both of them were shaking and panting, Alfred more so than Kiku, as they came down from their highs. Kiku let his cum-soaked hand drop down onto the mattress, careful not to dirty Alfred's sheets – even though, to be fair, they did look in dire need to be changed, anyway. And usually, Kiku would probably complain, but he just couldn't bring himself to care right now.
When Kiku shifted around uncomfortably, Alfred finally pulled out, sinking down onto his heels. He could barely keep his balance just sitting as his head spun a little,
just
able to tie a lazy knot into the condom before carelessly tossing it aside. Kiku flopped flat onto the mattress before he turned around onto his back, eyes roaming half-lidded about the ceiling.
“F-fuck,” Alfred finally started after a few minutes of silence, and Kiku glanced over at him, “that was great. Like, really good. I… I loved it.” He couldn't keep eye contact as he spoke.
“I'm glad.”
A short pause, then Alfred hurried to find the right words to say next. “H-how about you? Did you like it? D-did I do fine? I'm sorry that I came so early, I really tried, I–”
“Relax. You did good. I'm proud of you.”
That same glint in his eyes again, just like a puppy being praised, and Kiku couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh before he felt a heavy flop beside him.
“However,” Kiku says, interrupting himself with a hiss as he propped himself up and grabbed a tissue from the bedside table, “we're going to have to train a little.” He finally wiped the semen off his hand.
Alfred loosely pulled the sheets over both of them and wrapped an arm around Kiku’s chest, struck by a sudden craving for affection.
“T-train? You mean…”
“You're gonna have to learn to last longer.”
Alfred turned red. He was clearly already self-conscious enough. Kiku didn't have to rub it in like that. But then again, he did have a point, so Alfred couldn't really deny it after all.
“Y-you don't need to call it that… You're making it sound like I'm a dog.” He pouted, snuggling his face against Kiku’s chest.
Kiku left it uncommented and gently cradled Alfred's head, so gently that he barely felt a thing.
“Oh,” he started, “and next time, we can try without a condom.”