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Yoshiki had just finished his college classes for the day, and all he wanted was to head back to his apartment after a quick stop at the local supermarket for dinner ingredients. He and ‘Hikaru’ would eat something simple, maybe flip on the TV for a mindless show afterward, and then finally collapse into bed, curling into each other until sleep took them both. It sounded like the perfect, quiet end to another ordinary day, one of those small mercies in a life that had finally settled into something resembling peace. But of course, nothing ever went quite as planned when ‘Hikaru’ was involved.
“This one is impressive,” ‘Hikaru said, holding up a long cucumber with that infuriatingly wide grin, his voice low enough that only Yoshiki could hear. “But still not quite your size, don’t you think?”
Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. ‘Hikaru’ stood there in the fluorescent-lit produce aisle, surrounded by oblivious shoppers piling their carts with all kinds of products, joking about Yoshiki’s cock like it was the most casual thing on earth.
Yoshiki felt heat crawl up his neck. He couldn’t imagine a more absurd scenario for two almost 20-year-old men. So, Yoshiki did what any supposedly mature adult would do. He gripped the cart handle tighter and kept pushing forward, pretending to study the potatoes as if they held some sort of secret.
‘Hikaru’ didn’t let up, of course. He tossed the cucumber into the cart, then leaned in closer as they moved to the fruit section, his shoulder brushing Yoshiki’s in that deliberate way that sent a shiver down his spine.
“Remember last night?” ‘Hikaru’ was now grabbing a bunch of bananas, fingers caressing them suggestively. “You’re such a pervert, Yoshiki. Stuffing that massive dick of yours down my throat like you own it. Bet you get off on making me choke, huh?”
Yoshiki’s grip on the cart turned white-knuckled. The supermarket hummed around them. The distant beep of registers, the rustle of bags, the faint scent of fresh bread from the bakery aisle. All so painfully normal, nothing like their teenage years in Kubitachi. Back then, a scene like this would have been impossible, just something taken out of Yoshiki’s wildest dreams.
But now they were here, and ‘Hikaru’ wielded his words like a weapon, drawing out Yoshiki’s desire in the most inconvenient places. In a way, Yoshiki had been the most naive one between the two of them. And he was grateful for it. Still, he couldn’t let ‘Hikaru’ get away with everything, so he shot him a sidelong glance.
“Keep going, and you’ll regret it later,” Yoshiki’s voice came out low, edged with warning.
‘Hikaru’s’ eyes lit up, mischief glinting behind that red glow of his. He laughed, soft and breathy against Yoshiki’s ear as they turned towards the checkout.
“Oh, I’m counting on that.”
The walk home had been a blur of streetlights and ‘Hikaru’s’ constant teasing, chipping away at Yoshiki’s resolve like rain eroding stone.
Yoshiki shoved open the front door with his shoulder, letting the plastic bags drop unceremoniously to the floor in the entryway. Groceries be damned, they’d spoil or they wouldn’t, it hardly mattered in the grand, pointless scheme of things. What mattered now was the heat coiling in his gut.
Before ‘Hikaru’ could even properly kick off his shoes, Yoshiki grabbed his wrist, fingers digging in. ‘Hikaru’s’ pulse was artificial, he knew, but it was still there. Fast, excited, and mirroring his own.
Yoshiki yanked ‘Hikaru’ forward with a rough tug, dragging him down the short hallway toward their bedroom. ‘Hikaru’ stumbled a step but laughed, that breathy, thrilled sound that always made Yoshiki’s chest tighten with a mix of irritation and affection. It was ridiculous, how this monster could turn him inside out with a grin and a few whispered words.
They burst into the bedroom, the door slamming shut behind them with a thud that echoed Yoshiki’s frustration. He spun ‘Hikaru’ around and shoved him onto the bed — not gently. ‘Hikaru’ bounced once on the mattress, his laughter bubbling up again as he propped himself on his elbows, eyes sparkling with mischief. Yoshiki stood over him, breathing hard, feeling the weight of the day melt into something primal.
“And what are you supposed to do now, pervert?” ‘Hikaru’ taunted, his voice laced with mock innocence. His cheeks were flushed a pretty pink as his gaze dipped suggestively to Yoshiki’s crotch.
‘Hikaru’ shifted on the bed, legs parting, inviting. A fucking brat through and through in Yoshiki’s opinion.
Yoshiki’s response was a long sigh as he climbed onto the bed, straddling ‘Hikaru’s’ hips and pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. The move was abrupt, a little violent in its urgency, and utterly pointless. Yoshiki knew this was not even close to being enough to really contain the creature, but ‘Hikaru’s’ body just arched up to meet him, welcoming the pressure. The bastard was exactly where he wanted to be.
“You’ll have to deal with the consequences of being such a pain in the ass,” Yoshiki muttered, his free hand slowly sliding under ‘Hikaru’s’ shirt to trace the warm skin of his stomach. He leaned down, capturing ‘Hikaru’s’ mouth in a kiss that was anything but soft. That snaggletooth nipping at his lower lip, tongue demanding entry, sweetness undercut by the raw edge of need.
‘Hikaru’ moaned into the kiss, wriggling beneath him, but Yoshiki held firm while his thumb stroked ‘Hikaru’s’ jaw in a contradictory caress.
It was all so absurdly perfect in its messiness. The tangle of limbs, the desire seeping into every corner of their cramped apartment. Yoshiki wanted to pour all of himself into every touch, bruising and tender all at once. As if proving to himself that he could have this.
Rough, real, and unapologetic.
Yoshiki deepened the kiss even more, his knee sliding between ‘Hikaru’s’ thighs with deliberate pressure. With a low chuckle, he started grinding against the heat of ‘Hikaru’s’ jeans. The friction was rough and unyielding, making ‘Hikaru’ gasp into the kiss. His hips bucked up instinctively, chasing the sensation as Yoshiki’s weight pinned him down and the mattress creaked under their movements.
Yoshiki felt the tremor in ‘Hikaru’s’ muscles, the way his core tightened as he bit his lips to try to silence himself. So Yoshiki, already feeling a sweet rush of power, kept the rhythm steady. His knee pressed harder, circling in a way that made ‘Hikaru’s’ breath hitch and his fingers claw at his own palms.
The warmth seeped through the layers of their pants, ‘Hikaru’s’ arousal evident in the slickness Yoshiki could feel against his skin. There was a slick heat that was making his own cock twitch painfully in his jeans.
It was all so visceral. The scent of ‘Hikaru’s’ skin, salty and oh-so-wonderfully familiar, the way his moans vibrated against Yoshiki’s lips, turning the kiss into a messy tangle of tongues and teeth. Yoshiki’s free hand continued to roam, gripping ‘Hikaru’s’ hip to hold him steady. His fingers dug in, because fuck it, Yoshiki wanted it to bruise. This was how they claimed each other now.
Suddenly, ‘Hikaru’s’ body tensed, way earlier than either of them expected. His thighs clamped around Yoshiki’s leg as a shudder ripped through him, his orgasm hitting hard and fast. Yoshiki could feel it entirely — the sudden wetness, the way ‘Hikaru’ arched off the bed with a choked cry, his face twisting into a beautiful mix of ecstasy and frustration. Yoshiki pulled back just enough to watch the whole scene unfold. His own breath was ragged and his heart pounded like he’d run a marathon.
‘Hikaru’ slumped back with his eyes half-lidded and glazed. His chest was heaving, and there was a pout forming on his lips even as the aftershock still made him twitch.
“Dammit, Yoshiki,” ‘Hikaru’ muttered in annoyance, his voice all breathy as he shifted uncomfortably beneath Yoshiki. “I wanted you in me… not like this, not so fucking soon.”
His pale, soft hands tugged weakly at Yoshiki’s shirt. A genuine plea hidden under the whine, even as his body still hummed with sensitivity.
Yoshiki couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him. He leaned down, brushing a kiss to ‘Hikaru’s’ forehead, tasting the faint sheen of sweat there.
“Don’t worry about it,” Yoshiki murmured, hand sliding soothingly over ‘Hikaru’s’ thigh. His fingers traced lazy patterns that sent fresh shivers through ‘Hikaru’. “We’ve got all night. There’s still so much more to do.”
Yoshiki felt a dark thrill at the way ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes widened slightly, that bratty mischief flickering into something closer to wary anticipation.
It was absurdly exciting.
Yoshiki shifted his weight, fingers hooking gently into the waistband of ‘Hikaru’s’ jeans. He tugged the fabric down slowly, inch by inch, exposing skin to the cool air of the room. There was a tenderness in the motion, deliberate and soft, that made goosebumps rise on pale skin.
‘Hikaru’ lifted his hips without protest, but his breath was still uneven from his orgasm. Yoshiki murmured a quiet “good boy” that made him tremble a little more. Once the pants were discarded, Yoshiki placed his palms on ‘Hikaru’s’ knees, parting his legs with reverence.
The contrast hit like a punch when Yoshiki’s hand came down to ‘Hikaru’s’ pussy. Firm, open-palmed, and right against the sensitive folds. The slap echoed in the quiet room, making ‘Hikaru’ jolt with a startled yelp. His body arched off the bed, but this time in a mix of shock and raw pain.
Yoshiki felt the heat radiate from the spot in front of him. The way ‘Hikaru’s’ arousal made the contact wet and stinging. He wasn’t going to stop now, not in a million years. Without hesitation, Yoshiki delivered a second slap. Harder this time. The sound cracked like a whip as ‘Hikaru’s’ thighs quivered and his hands fisted the sheets.
“That’s for being such a fucking brat,” Yoshiki muttered, his voice low and edged with amusement.
A third slap landed with precision, pushing ‘Hikaru’ over some invisible edge. Tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his flushed cheeks as he cried out, a sob mingling with the gasp. His whole body trembled, oversensitive and exposed. The pain and the pleasure blurred into something overwhelming.
Yoshiki’s chest couldn’t help but tighten at the sight. It didn’t make any sense, how beautiful this vulnerability could look, how he couldn’t get enough of it. So he lowered his head, his mouth descending carefully yet firmly onto ‘Hikaru’s’ swollen heat. Yoshiki’s tongue lapped slow and deliberate at first, tasting that ambrosia that coated the pussy in front of him. Yoshiki sucked lightly on that sensitive bud, his lips sealing around it as ‘Hikaru’s’ hips bucked involuntarily.
It wasn’t long before Yoshiki’s fingers joined in, one slipping inside ‘Hikaru’s’ tight warmth with ease, curling just right to hit that spot that made him keen. By the second finger, the wet sounds of slurping and thrusting filled the room like an obscene symphony, while ‘Hikaru’s muscles clenched desperately. His thighs wouldn’t stop shaking, quaking against Yoshiki’s shoulders as he held them open.
And Yoshiki seemed just as desperate, as tremors vibrated through his body like an electric current. It was all so intensely physical — the heat enveloping his fingers, the way ‘Hikaru’s walls pulsed with every intrusion, the bitterness on his tongue as he kept eating ‘Hikaru’ out.
“Too much… Yoshiki, fuck, please,” ‘Hikaru’ whimpered, but his body betrayed his words, making him grind down for more. He was absolutely lost in that frenzy where pain and ecstasy danced on the same knife’s edge.
Another orgasm crashed over ‘Hikaru’, his back bowing as he sobbed through it, fresh tears mixing with saliva on his parted lips. Yoshiki kept going long enough to wring every last shudder, fingers pumping through the contractions until ‘Hikaru’ went limp, utterly spent.
Pulling back, Yoshiki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, gazing down at the sight before him. ‘Hikaru’s’ face was a mess. Cheeks stained red, tears tracking paths down his temples, spit shining in the dim light of the room. It hit Yoshiki hard. He leaned in, pressed soft kisses to ‘Hikaru’s’ tear-streaked face, tasting the salt.
“You’re all messed up… so beautiful,” Yoshiki’s hands gently soothed the boy beneath him, with as much reverence as he could.
Yoshiki lingered for a moment, his fingers still slick from ‘Hikaru’s’ release. He watched how aftershocks rippled through the body beneath him, ‘Hikaru’s’ chest rising and falling in desperate heaves. The air in the room felt thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and arousal. But ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes fluttered open, glazed but accusatory.
“You did it again,” ‘Hikaru’s’ voice cracked with frustration as he glared up at Yoshiki. His fists weakly pounded once against Yoshiki’s chest. “Made me come without you inside… fuck, Yoshiki, that’s not fair! I can’t… I wanted it properly this time.”
Yoshiki relished the desperation in ‘Hikaru’s’ voice, all raw and vulnerable. His own cock ached painfully in his pants, throbbing and untouched up until now. But that was about to change in a minute.
Yoshiki reached for the hem of ‘Hikaru’s’ shirt, peeling it up slowly over his head, savoring as he exposed the flushed skin inch by inch. ‘Hikaru’s’ arms lifted compliantly, but his breath hitched in protest.
“Easy,” Yoshiki murmured, his voice low and sweet. He tossed the shirt aside and ran his palms over ‘Hikaru’s’ now-bared chest, thumbs brushing nipples that hardened instantly under the touch. “We’re not done yet. I haven’t even come myself, what makes you think we are finished?”
‘Hikaru’s’ eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing anew beneath Yoshiki’s weight.
“What? No… I can’t take more,” His voice rose in a desperate plea, his hands pushing futilely at Yoshiki’s shoulders as new, fresh tears welled up. ‘Hikaru’s’ distress was palpable now. The way his hips shifted restlessly and his skin was slick and feverish against Yoshiki’s. But Yoshiki didn’t budge, his grip on ‘Hikaru’s’ hips hard enough to bruise, as he shook his head.
“This is exactly what you were begging for all afternoon,” Yoshiki’s voice was steady and unyielding, nothing like that shy teenager who grew up in Kubitachi. “Teasing me in public like that? Now deal with it and take your punishment.”
‘Hikaru’s’ sobs broke free then, his body wracked with them as he clutched at Yoshiki’s arms.
“I’m sorry… please, Yoshiki, forgive me. I didn’t mean—”
“Cut the crap. Crying and whimpering like this isn’t exactly what you wanted.”
With that, ‘Hikaru’s’ eyes gave a profound, red glow. His pout dissolved into a little grin, for just a second, just before speaking again in a last-ditch flare of defiance.
“You’re such a dirty pervert, Yoshiki.”
Yoshiki’s response was deliberately silent. He gave one last slap to ‘Hikaru’s’ pussy, one that made him whine and jolt, before finally freeing his own cock from his pants. He aligned himself with ‘Hikaru’s’ entrance, the slick heat there teasing the tip. ‘Hikaru’s breath caught in a gasp, eyes locking onto Yoshiki’s as he realized there was no escape from what came next.
Yoshiki pushed forward in one slow, deliberate thrust, burying himself deep inside ‘Hikaru’s’ swollen heat. The sensation was simply out of this world, like everything with ‘Hikaru’. His tight, pulsing walls clenched around him, still fluttering from the earlier orgasms. ‘Hikaru’ was so sensitive that his entire body jerked violently at the intrusion. A broken sob tore from his throat, his hands scrabbling at Yoshiki’s shoulders as if he could push him away and pull him closer at the same time.
“Too much,” ‘Hikaru’ whimpered, voice cracking, tears spilling fresh down his temples and into his hair. “Yoshiki, it’s too much — I can’t—”
But Yoshiki didn’t stop. He pinned ‘Hikaru’s’ hips to the mattress with his own weight, forearms braced on either side of his head. He began to move with deep, steady strokes that dragged against every nerve. The rhythm was unforgiving, the slap of skin on skin loud in the cramped apartment.
Yoshiki leaned down to press soft kisses to ‘Hikaru’s’ tear-streaked cheeks, the corner of his mouth, the salty line of his jaw.
“I know you can,” Yoshiki murmured against his skin, his voice low and rough with what little restraint he had left. “You’re taking me so well. Just a little more.”
‘Hikaru’s’ cries grew louder with every thrust, his legs trembling uncontrollably around Yoshiki’s waist. He kept repeating it — Too much, too much — like a mantra. But his hips still tilted up to meet each drive, inner muscles squeezing around Yoshiki’s cock in helpless spasms.
Yoshiki kissed ‘Hikaru’s’ neck and sucked lightly, just below the scar that still decorated his skin. Then claimed his mouth in a messy, open-mouthed kiss that swallowed the next sob. Yoshiki could feel the boy unraveling beneath him, overstimulation turning every sensation into something sharp and exquisite. ‘Hikaru’s’ fingers dug into Yoshiki’s back hard enough to leave marks.
It didn’t take much longer for ‘Hikaru’s’ third climax to hit suddenly, his whole body seizing as he came with a raw, strangled cry against Yoshiki’s lips. His walls clamped down in fierce, rhythmic pulses. The pressure was unbearable.
Hot, wet, impossibly tight.
It dragged Yoshiki over the edge with him. He buried himself in ‘Hikaru’s’ body, groaning as he spilled deep inside. His hips jerked through the waves of release, filling ‘Hikaru’ until he felt the warmth overflow and trickle between them.
‘Hikaru’ went limp almost instantly, the tension draining from his body in one long, shuddering exhale. His eyes fluttered shut, moisture still clinging to his lashes as he slipped into unconsciousness. Yoshiki stayed inside him for a moment, breathing hard as his forehead pressed to ‘Hikaru’s’.
Eventually, he pulled out carefully, a soft whine escaping ‘Hikaru’ even in sleep. Yoshiki shifted to lie beside him, and for a minute he just watched. Flushed face, parted lips, the rise and fall of his chest slowing into deep, even breaths.
All beautiful, wrecked, and entirely his.
Yoshiki’s gaze drifted towards the hallway, where the grocery bags still sat abandoned by the door. The vegetables were probably wilting, the milk warming. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth. Responsibilities could wait, the world outside could wait.
He reached for the tangled sheets, pulling them up over both of them. He tucked ‘Hikaru’ close against his chest, arm wrapping possessively around his waist, and pressed one last kiss to his damp temple before letting his own eyes close.