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Ouma wasn't quite sure how they were able to figure something like this out but he's sure glad that they did.
With Rantaro repeatedly ramming himself inside Ouma, his cock brushing up against his sensitive walls, he couldn't help but just dig his nails all the way into the skin of his boyfriend's back.
The pain coming from the stinging pressure made Rantaro's hips stutter for a moment before continuing. Ouma, not missing the reaction, drags his fingers all the way down his lover's back, delighting in the way Rantaro lets out a strangled groan at the sensation.
Rantaro maneuvers Ouma's legs to rest up on his shoulders and lean down with Ouma bent in half, his head almost in between his own knees as Rantaro continues to plow into him; the new angle letting his cock hit Ouma's prostate almost every time.
Ouma's hand snakes his way up to Rantaro's messy green locks, he places a vice grip on the strands and pulls his head back to expose his beautifully tanned neck.
"Oh- Fuck- Kichi...!"
The feeling of Ouma aggressively yanking his head back mixed with the way his teeth were sinking into his sensitive flesh was starting to become too much for him. But he wanted more, just a little bit more to push him right off of the edge.
"Give me more! Fuck- More!" He snarled at the boy beneath him.
"Wh- ah- what do you need, Taro?"
"Hit me." Rantaro breathes out desperately.
Ouma's brows furrow and his grip on Rantaro's hair loosens for a moment.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Ouma- Fuck...! Just hit me, please...!"
Ouma could tell by the way his boyfriend couldn't keep his mouth shut and the way he was panting like a dog in heat that he really was desperate for the pain.
So Ouma's vice grip returns but this time his nails are digging in as deep as they can into his boyfriend's neck, no doubt breaking skin in the process, and he brings a hand up to slap the boy above him.
Ouma swore he saw Rantaro's eyes roll back into the back of his skull the moment his hand made contact with his cheek.
Rantaro's hips still as pushes himself as deep as he possibly could inside of his boyfriend's hole, his hips making contact with Ouma's plush ass. Ouma feels Rantaro's cock throb inside of him and he flutters his hole around Rantaro to give him some more stimulation.
He watches as Rantaro's face contorts into pure pleasure as he feels his boyfriend cum inside of him, filling him up with his warm seed.
Exasperated, Rantaro pulls out and slumps down on top of his boyfriend.
"Agh, Taroooooooooo!!" Ouma whines out, playfully beating his fists against his fucked out boyfriend's back.
"Mmrf?" His mouth too tired to form any words.
"I didn't get to cum!! Amami-chan is honestly too mean!" Ouma says with a huff but looks down and already hears his worn out boyfriend softly snoring.
Oh well, Ouma thinks, He doesn't really mind not cumming when he remembers how heavenly his boyfriend looked coming apart at the pain he inflicted on him. He decided for now to just fall asleep under the weight of his beloved until they both wake up and complain about how gross it was for them be cuddling wrapped up in a gross sticky mess.