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Sasaki couldn’t be happier. He literally couldn’t think of any other scenario where he could possibly be happier. Miyano’s head rested on his chest, near Sasaki’s shoulder, and his body was leaning almost entirely on Sasaki as they watched a movie on the laptop that was propped on Sasaki’s legs.
Truthfully, Sasaki wasn’t even paying attention to the movie. In the few months they had been dating, Sasaki sent silent thanks to whatever god that had sent Miyano into his life, eternally grateful for the feeling of his body on him and the way his hair laced perfectly in his fingers.
Suddenly, Miyano stiffens under Sasaki’s hands and he looks up at the laptop to gauge what Miyano was reacting to. The actors on the screen were kissing feverishly, aggressively shedding their clothes without taking their mouths off each other.
“Do you not like the movie, Myaa-chan?”
Miyano blushes, and looks away, “No, it’s fine. I just didn’t expect…” He trails off and leaves Sasaki to fill in the gaps.
“Are you…embarrassed? After all that BL you’ve given me, a spicy kissing scene is what sets you off?”
Miyano flusters, turning around to face Sasaki with determined eyes and a furiously red face, “That’s different. We read them alone. This is…” he glances at the screen where the couple has made it to the bed, hands trailing over bare skin, “it’s different because you’re here with me.”
Miyano looks properly ashamed at his confession but Sasaki’s heart simply softens at him, reaching out and pulling Miyano to him. He is so stupidly in love with Miyano.
“You’re so cute, I can’t get over it,” Sasaki laughs into his hair, rubbing a hand in soothing circles over his back.
Miyano simply grumbles, burying his face into Sasaki’s shoulder.
“You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed,” Sasaki pulls Miyano away so he can look at him in the eyes, “we’re a couple, so there’s no need to be embarrassed over this stuff.”
Miyano’s face falls, and his eyes dart away, leaving a confused Sasaki in their wake, “I know, but…”
“But?” Sasaki brings his hands to cup Miyano’s face, letting his thumb trace over Miyano’s soft cheekbone.
“We’ve never done…” he closes his eyes out of sheer embarrassment, blushing impossibly more.
Sasaki knows they’ve never gone farther than intense kissing, but not for lack of interest. But Miyano never pushed further, and Sasaki was scared of the magnitude of his feelings, scared they would push him away.
Miyano looks back up at his boyfriend with nervous eyes, “Are you not interested in…in that…with me?”
“What?” Sasaki balks, “I mean,” he coughs, trying to choose the right words, “I am, but you never seemed to want to go further, so I thought you wanted to take things slowly.”
Miyano blushes, “No, I just…I don’t know how to initiate.” his eyes are everywhere but Sasaki’s face, “I want it…if it’s you.”
Sasaki is silent for a long time, and Miyano almost wonders if he didn’t hear him. But eventually his voice speaks up, tone low with an intensity that sends a shiver down Miyano’s spine, “Are you sure? It’s your first time.”
“Is it not your first time?” Miyano suddenly snaps up.
Sasaki looks away, bashful. He had always hoped this topic would never come up, but of course it had, “I had sex once, with a girl, when I was a first year in high school. I don’t think either of us really enjoyed it. It was awkward, and it didn’t mean anything.” He desperately wants to reassure Miyano, who has a blank expression on his face, “I promise, it was just a stupid teenager thing.”
“Oh.”
Sasaki would rather have had his heart ripped out than hear Miyano’s uncharacteristic emotionless response.
“Sasaki, it’s really okay, I was just not expecting that. But it doesn’t bother me that you have previous experience. It makes sense really, you’re so attractive and I’m sure the girls in your year…” he rubs at his neck anxiously.
Sasaki presses his face into the safe crook of Miyano’s neck, groaning loudly in shame, “I didn’t want to tell you, it’s so embarrassing.”
“I’m glad you did,” Miyano rubs his hands on Sasaki’s back, “Selfishly, I am a little relieved.”
“What? How? If I were you, and you had previous experience, I would be so jealous.”
Miyano rolls his eyes, “That’s because you’re possessive,” Sasaki pouts and Miyano laughs, “it’s ok though, I find it endearing.”
“Then why are you glad I had sex before?”
Miyano hums, carding his hands through Sasaki’s hair, “that way you can tell me what to do. You already know what’s going on, and I won’t feel as embarrassed if one of us knows what’s going on.”
“Does that mean…you want to?” Sasaki tries, avoiding the word as if saying it would make the whole conversation too real.
Miyano looks away before answering quietly, “If it’s you, then yes.”
Sasaki could implode from happiness. In fact, he thinks he’s going to die. Right here, right now, with his boyfriend in his lap telling him he trusts Sasaki enough to take his virginity. Sasaki pulls Miyano into a tight hug, nuzzling into his familiar shoulder and inhaling the smell of his family’s detergent.
When Sasaki pulls away, his eyes are hooded, darkened with something Miyano doesn’t recognize.
“Can I kiss you?” he breathes, voice quiet and laced with an unspoken want, eyes dipping down to the perfect curve of Miyano’s lips.
“Yes,” Miyano almost gasps out the word, “please.”
Sasaki pulls him into a bruising kiss, their lips slotting together perfectly from months of learning the planes of each other’s face and memorizing the exact amount of heat and pressure the other likes.
Sasaki prods at Miyano’s mouth with his tongue, prompting Miyano to open his lips. Sasaki’s tongue readily rubs against the spit slick lips as he pushes into Miyano’s mouth, leaving Miyano breathless. Sasaki’s tongue explores Miyano’s mouth, as if he hadn’t spent the majority of the past few months in the exact same position. Miyano slackens his jaw, letting Sasaki take from his mouth, his tongue mingling with his boyfriend’s, eliciting soft sighes from both of them as they settle into each other.
Eventually, Miyano breaks away from Sasaki for a breath. Sasaki notices the way his lips shine as evidence of their kiss, his lips red and kiss-puckered. It takes physical restraint to keep Sasaki from pressing his lips to Miyano again.
Miyano, seeming to read Sasaki’s mind, looks up at him with a determined look and drags Sasaki back to his face with a fistful of his shirt. Sasaki gasps, surprised, and lets out a small moan in pleasure as Miyano’s tongue timidly touches his lips. Sasaki lets him in readily, he’d give Miyano anything he had, all he would have to do is ask.
Sasaki drags Miyano to sit in his lap, Miyano’s face above him and forcing Sasaki’s neck to tilt up. Miyano takes this as invitation enough and in a bold move, shifts to kiss down Sasaki’s neck. Sasaki gasps as Miyano’s hot mouth presses open lipped kisses into the space right below his ear.
“Myaa…” he closes his eyes and sighs, letting the hot pleasure of Miyano’s mouth on his neck send a flush all the way down his torso.
Miyano sucks lightly as he makes a path down to the neckline of Sasaki’s shirt. Pleasure moves through his body, and without thinking, he moves down, rocking his hips against Sasaki. It was purely instinctual, mindless movements chasing pleasure, but he freezes as Sasaki tenses below him and lets out a strangled noise.
“Sasaki?” Miyano pulls away, searching Sasaki’s face for something wrong, “Are you ok?”
Sasaki’s face is bright red, his hand covering his mouth and pupils blown wide. Miyano can’t help but think he looks cute.
“You’re…too much.” he says, voice strained, after a moment, “Do you even know what you do to me?”
“Did you like that?” Miyano asks, experimentally rolling his hips against Sasaki again. He beams as Sasaki groans in a way that sounds like it was ripped from him. Miyano laughs lightly as he does it again, feeling something hard and hot beneath him as he does.
Miyano freezes, eyes snapping down to Sasaki’s lap where his pants have tented. His face flushes tomato red as he looks back up to Sasaki who is looking anywhere but Miyano’s face.
“I’m sorry, but I-” he sighs, “I really like you. But we don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable, it’ll go away eventually--”
“I want to.” Miyano says, summoning every ounce of courage he can muster, “If it’s you…I want to.”
Sasaki looks at Miyano, a hand coming up to cup his face, “A-are you sure, Myaa-chan?”
“Yes.” Miyano says, leaning down to press a close lipped kiss to Sasaki’s face, “Very sure, have been for awhile now.”
Sasaki moves to wrap his arms around Miyano’s waist, burying his face in Miyano’s chest. Miyano smiles, hands running through Sasaki’s hair.
Miyano gets a sudden burst of confidence and pushes Sasaki away from him only to reel him in for a bruising kiss. Sasaki lets out a startled sound, but his hands find purchase on Miyano’s hips and there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be.
Miyano thumbs at the bottom hem of Sasaki’s shirt, and eventually lets his fingers seek out the hot skin of Sasaki’s hips underneath. Sasaki moans into the kiss, and Miyano lets his body take over as he tries out another timid roll of his hips.
“Off. Off.” Miyano says, gasping as he pulls away from the kiss, tugging up on Sasaki’s shirt.
“Okay,” Sasaki laughs, pulling his shirt off in a single fluid motion that sends a fresh wave of heat through Miyano’s body.
Miyano’s eyes scrape over Sasaki’s bare chest, letting his hands roam in tandem with his eyes, relishing in the feeling of solid heat beneath his fingers. Sasaki’s chest rises and falls with his shaky, nervous breaths. Miyano palms over his pectorals, fingers lightly running over his nipples. Sasaki sucks a sharp breath in.
“Sensitive?” Miyano asks, eyes darkened in his own arousal, face beautifully blushing.
“I don’t know…” Sasaki says earnestly, “I’ve never really paid that much attention to that area.”
Miyano smiles wickedly, “That’s a shame.”
His body bends forward as he brings his mouth to Sasaki’s chest, kissing over the skin and eventually settling on his nipple. His tongue runs a hot circle on him before he brings his lips down to suck lightly. Sasaki bucks beneath him and moans Miyano’s name.
Miyano lifts his head only to move to Sasaki’s unabused nipple before performing the same ministrations on that side. Sasaki is hard beneath him and writhing in pleasure. Miyano feels heat flood through him at Sasaki’s flushed face and the sound of his moans.
Miyano lifts his head, feeling himself grow hard in his own pants, and places his lips on Sasaki’s neck for a chaste kiss.
“Your turn.” Sasaki says, sounding like he had just run a marathon.
Miyano has barely any time to process before Sasaki is lifting off Miyano’s own shirt, and chasing the exposed skin with his mouth almost as if in reverence.
Sasaki kisses over every spot on Miyano’s chest and stomach, as he tosses the shirt to the floor. Eyes opening half-lidded to gaze up at Miyano whose own face is flush and eyes darkened.
Sasaki lets his hands settles on Miyano’s hips as his lips find Miyano’s nipples and sucks lightly. Miyano’s back arches toward Sasaki, seeking more pleasure. Sasaki smiles to himself as his hands rub gentle circles and move slowly to grab at Miyano’s ass. Finally, when he feels in the right position, he cups Miyano’s ass with urgency, feeling Miyano’s body stiffen at the sensation then quickly relaxing and moaning. Sasaki could get drunk off that sound.
“S-sasaki, more please,” Miyano moans, though he isn’t sure what he’s asking for.
Sasaki removes his mouth from Miyano’s chest to look up at the man kneeling in front of him, flushes from neck to belly, eyes so dark they look black, and kiss reddened lips; Sasaki could not imagine a scene closer to heaven. “What do you need?”
Miyano glances surreptitiously down to where Sasaki’s pants are obviously tented, his erection straining painfully from how bad he wants him, and looks back up to Sasaki’s face, tongue darting out to his lips. “Anything you want to give me, I’ll take it.”
Sasaki moans, burying his face in Miyano’s stomach, shaky hands coming to undo the button and zipper on Miyano’s pants. “If you need to stop anytime, just tell me, I’ll stop.”
Miyano nods, and they shift so Miyano is sitting on the edge of the bed, pants around his ankles, and cock standing painfully through his boxers.
Sasaki kneels before him, looking at where Miyano’s dick sits behind cloth, licking his lips. He brings his face to Miyano’s cock, mouthing at it through the fabric.
Miyano’s reaction is instantaneous, back arched to press himself to Sasaki’s face. Sasaki’s sighs in pleasure, as if this was the best thing he could’ve ever imagined.
Eventually, when Sasaki’s spit has created a wet spot in Miyano’s boxers, Sasaki reaches for the elastic waistband, letting Miyano lift his hips to drag them down to join his pants.
Miyano suddenly feels exposed, cock red and hard against his leg, a small bead of precum right at his tip.
Sasaki looks up at him, and licks at the head of his dick, maintaining eye contact the whole time. Miyano bites back a moan, blushing furiously at the heat in Sasaki's eyes.
Sasaki eventually puts his whole mouth around Miyano's cock and sucks lightly, and Miyano bites his fist to stop from making noise. Sasaki releases him with a pop, "Don't hold back, Yoshikazu, I want to hear you."
Miyano moans at the use of his first name and Sasaki resumes sucking him off. Miyano is loud, almost embarrassingly so, he thinks, but Sasaki is spurred on by how vocal he is. Sasaki moans around his cock, sending vibrations through and Miyano thinks he could die from pleasure. Sasaki takes him deeper, letting the head of Miyano's dick hit the back of his throat and he hollows out his cheeks as he moves his head up and down his shaft.
Truthfully, Sasaki was a little worried he'd be terrible at this. He had never given a blowjob before, but he knew how good they felt, he knew what he had liked, and he desperately wanted to give that pleasure to Miyano. Maybe it wasn't the best blowjob in the world, but he could get better. He had someone to practice with after all now.
"Please," Miyano moans, "I want to come,"
Sasaki pulls off again, to breathe and smile at Miyano who whines at the lack of pleasure, "You can come whenever you want," he almost whispers, voice husky with something that sends shivers down Miyano's spine.
Sasaki licks a stripe up the underside of Miyano's cock before deepthroating him as far as Sasaki's throat would allow. Miyano lets out a ragged moan that sends blood rushing to Sasaki's own painfully hard dick.
"Shuumei," Miyano arches his back as he pleads and chants Sasaki's name, "I'm gonna come," he breathes heavily, chest completely flushed, "You...you need to pull off, I'm so close, I-"
Sasaki moans around his cock, trying to let him know exactly where he wanted Miyano to come.
"Are you sure?" Miyano breathes through his moans.
Sasaki looks up at him with eyes that are nearly black from arousal. Sasaki hollows his cheeks again and mentally begs Miyano to come down his throat.
Miyano gets lost looking into his boyfriend's eyes, lost in the hot, wet pleasure that Sasaki is giving him and comes with a loud groan. His whole body feels like a live wire, as his thighs tense around Sasaki's head. Sasaki's hand reaches for Miyano's and they thread their fingers together as Sasaki tries to swallow everything Miyano has given him. Sasaki feels white hot pleasure flood through him at Miyano's orgasm, pride at making him feel that good. He could get high from the way Miyano's hips thrust shallowly into Sasaki's mouth as he rides out his orgasm.
Sasaki keeps his mouth on Miyano until after the orgasm passes, loving the way it feels heavy and hot on his tongue. He finally pulls off with a satisfying pop and smiles up at Miyano, "Good?"
"So good," Miyano says, still panting but smiling down at Sasaki. He cups Sasaki's face and urges him up so Miyano can taste him. He kisses Sasaki hungrily, slipping his tongue in easily and relishing in the unique taste that hadn't been there before.
Miyano pulls away, "How are you so good at that?"
Sasaki smiles "I'm not sure, I've never done it before, but you must just like it because you like me so much," he teases.
Miyano blushes, "Yeah, I do like you that much but I still think you're just unfairly good at it."
Sasaki blushes slightly before pressing a chaste kiss to Miyano's cheek. "Do you want to keep going or stop here for now?"
Miyano looks up at him with darkened eyes, "What do you have in mind?"
Sasaki kisses him in earnest now, unable to resist Miyano's lips and that open expression on his face. He was unfairly cute.
"Well, we can do other stuff, or try penetration, but I know that's maybe a little daunting, so we can save it for--"
"I want to try," Miyano says suddenly, before blushing and clamping his mouth shut in embarrassment. He pauses before he speaks again, "I mean, I think I'd be okay with you, you know, in me." He's impossibly red as he tries to explain what he's asking for.
"You want me to fuck you?" Sasaki asks.
"Don't say it like that!" Miyano thinks at this point his face may as well be permanently red. "But I'd be fine trying anything with you, but I'm afraid it might hurt, and that we won't know what we're doing."
"Well, we can figure out what we're doing together, if you want," Sasaki cups Miyano's face, tilting it up to look at him. "As for the pain, I maybe have a solution for you."
"What's that?"
"How about you fuck me?" Sasaki says quietly. Truthfully, in his mind, he has wanted to try this way with Miyano since they started dating. Well, he'd do anything with Miyano and go exactly at Miyano's pace but the idea of having him inside Sasaki; he loved the thought of it, the idea of being full of him.
"What?" Miyano asks, "but then it would just be painful for you!"
"Not necessarily, we can go slow, and uh," Sasaki blushes, embarrassed to admit how he sometimes spends his alone time, "I've done stuff like this to myself before so, uhm, I kind of know what to expect."
Miyano looks dumbfounded, unable to form words.
"And what's most important, to me, is your pleasure. If you're topping, you won't feel any pain and that's all I want to give you." Sasaki continues, filling the awkward silence with his nervous talking.
"But I want you to feel good too," Miyano says quietly.
"Trust me, if it's you, Yoshikazu," Sasakis kisses his forehead, "it will feel amazing."
Miyano presses his mouth to Sasaki's, unable to form the words he needs to properly express his feelings. He feels so loved, warm all over, and hopelessly intangled with Sasaki. He couldn't imagine anything better than having Sasaki all to himself. All his attention, all his words of praise and love; everything he had to offer was open to Miyano and he felt drunk with happiness.
Miyano was half hard again through their conversation and Sasaki's deft hands quickly brought him to full hardness. Miyano places shaking hands on the hem of Sasaki's pants, nervously unbuttoning them, and helping Sasaki shift out of them. Sasaki is fully hard in his boxers, and he knows he won't last long once Miyano is in him. He decides that's okay, they'll have plenty of other opportunities to feel this way. Sasaki just wants to make him feel good.
Miyano looks to Sasaki for consent before sliding down his boxers as well. Miyano swallows as Sasaki is exposed fully to him for the first time. He's gorgeous. Unfairly so. Miyano isn't really sure what a pretty cock looks like, but whatever it is, he's sure Sasaki has one. It arches up towards his stomach and is flushed angry red from being turned on since the blowjob.
"Are you okay?" Sasaki asks, a little self conscious under Miyano's gaze.
"You're so beautiful." Miyano says before he can stop himself, and immediately clapping a hand over his mouth.
Sasaki laughs lightly, "I should be the one saying that to you. You should see the face you make when you come, it's absolutely stunning and I can't wait to see it when you come inside me."
"You can't just say stuff like that! It's embarrassing."
"But you like it," Sasaki replies, noticing the way Miyano's dick twitched at his words.
Miyano turns on him with a determined face before kissing him and pushing him down into the mattress. Miyano places a knee in between Sasaki's legs and pushes them apart as he grinds his hips down. They moan in tandem as their dicks brush against each other.
"Here," Sasaki says, moving slightly to reach into the drawer beside his bed. He fishes out a bottle of lube and a condom. He sets the condom next to him and pours a generous amount of lube on his hands before reaching between his legs.
Miyano shifts to sit in between Sasaki's legs as he pulls his knees up slightly and begins to press a finger into his entrance. Miyano watches transfixed and Sasaki shallowly thrusts his finger, urging the muscle to relax. Sasaki adds another finger, and throws his head back against the pillow, "Why is is so much hotter when you're watching me?"
Miyano smirks at this, "I think it would be hotter if I was the one opening you up." He reaches for the lube, pours some onto his own and and gently pulls Sasaki's fingers out of him.
Miyano is immediately struck with how hot it is inside him. Almost searing. He pushes two fingers inside Sasaki who moans lewdly and grinds his hips down to increase the sensation. It felt amazing to have his fingers inside Sasaki, Miyano isn't sure how long his going to last when the tight, pressing heat is surrounding his cock.
Miyano adds a third and then a fourth finger at Sasaki's insistence, before pulling out when Sasaki is practically begging for Miyano to just fuck him.
Miyano has never put a condom on himself, and is truthfully worried that he's going to be obvious about it. But Sasaki seems to read his mind as he grabs the condom himself, tears it with his teeth which sends a fresh wave of heat to Miyano's dick. Sasaki then gently rolls the condom onto Miyano, long fingers deft and hot on him.
"Are you okay?" Sasaki asks.
Miyano nods, "Are you?"
"More than okay," Sasaki smiles, "I'm afraid I won't last long, I've been so worked up for awhile now."
"That's okay, it's my first time so I doubt I'll last long either," Miyano leans down to kiss his boyfriend gently, in a way he hopes is comforting, "we have plenty of time to work on our endurance together."
Sasaki wants to cry he loves Miyano so damn much, but instead he cradles Miyano's head and says, "That we do. Now, please, Yoshikazu, before I start begging again, fuck me."
Miyano nervously grabs himself and tries to line up with Sasaki's entrance. He rolls his hips forward but his dick misses and he slides in between Sasaki's legs.
"I'm sorry!" Miyano begins, but Sasaki silences him with a kiss, reaching his own hand down to hold Miyano's cock and place it right.
"Slowly, baby," he whispers as he feels the head of Miyano's cock enter him.
Sasaki had fingered himself before, and guiltily bought a dildo to see if he'd like the feeling of being fucked before they had started dating. But nothing had prepared him for this. Miyano's cock is hot and pulsing as he slowly sinks into him. There's a comforting weight to the whole sensation, a kind of security blanket in the form of Miyano's face frozen in an elongated moan above him.
When Sasaki finally feels the entirety of Miyano's dick inside him, and his hips flush against Sasaki's ass, he reaches up to cup his face and whisper, "good boy."
Miyano's eyes are pinched shut but he groans at the praise. Everything is hot and wet and tight and overwhelming with pleasure. Miyano is going to get addicted to this. He can never go back to his hand, not when he gets to hear Sasaki's moans of pleasure, and feel him all around his cock.
"Can I move, Sasaki, please, can I move?"
"Of course,"
Miyano pulls out slowly, unsure of what to do, but slams his hips back in with force. They both moan. Miyano opens his eyes to find Sasaki staring up at him like he had just hung the stars. Miyano feels the gaze go straight to his dick as he increases his pace.
Miyano moves his hips, trying to find a regular rhythm, listening to the slap of their skin and the obscene wet noises coming from where Miyano's dick is splitting Sasaki open.
"Faster, please, I'm not going to last," Sasaki eventually moans, after Miyano had found a steady, slow pace.
Miyano simply moans, and tries to to slam his hips in faster. He's not sure if he's really doing this well, but Sasaki is moaning beneath him like it's the best sex he's ever had.
Miyano loves this feeling: the sheen of sweat on their skin, the overwhelming heat of Sasaki's ass, the sound of their moans mingling together. He thrusts hard into Sasaki and relishes in the reward of loud, shameless moaning. Sasaki reaches up to grab Miyano's hair, tangling his fingers in tightly, and pulling him down for an open mouth kiss. Sasaki is more fucking Miyano's mouth with his tongue than actually kissing him, but it's so hot that Miyano moans into it and lets Sasaki take.
"Yoshikazu, please, can I come, please say yes, please I need it, I need to come on your cock," Sasaki is almost babbling, borderline incoherent with pleasure.
"Come for me," Miyano says, trying to sound confident as his own orgasm builds.
Sasaki reaches a hand between them to frantically grab at his cock, painfully hard and red from so long untouched. Sasaki begins chanting Miyano's name as he opens eyes, wanting to let Miyano really see him when he came. Sasaki's eyes were glazed over and hazy, only focusing on the sensation of his boyfriend's cock sliding in and out of him mercilessly.
The pleasure of his own hand on his dick is almost immediate, and he arches his back up, trying to take Miyano deeper. Miyano is perilously on the edge of his own orgasm, the reaction of Sasaki beneath him sending him careening towards the edge.
Sasaki moans loud as he comes, spilling out on to his stomach. Miyano feels it in the way Sasaki tightens around him as he comes. The new sensation of Sasaki tightening around his cock mixed with pure pleasure of witnessing Sasaki come for the first time causes Miyano to finish, spilling into the condom.
They both moan and Miyano all but collapses on top, burying his face in the space between Sasaki's neck and shoulders, not bothered by Sasaki's come being smeared between them.
Miyano stays inside Sasaki, almost unwilling to leave, but eventually their heaving breaths even out and the sticky sensation is too present to be ignored. Miyano pulls out slowly, trying to be gentle with him. Sasaki groans lightly at the loss.
"Was..." Miyano pauses, "Was that okay?"
Sasaki looks up at him and lifts himself up to kiss Miyano's lips, "Way better than okay, that was fucking incredible."
Miyano beams, happy that it was a mutually mindblowing experience, "We should get cleaned up."
Sasaki whines at this but is painfully aware of his own come drying on his torso.
"C'mon now," Miyano stands up and tries to pull Sasaki up out of bed by his hands, "Shower time for us."
Sasaki begrudgingly gets up and follows Miyano to the bathroom. It's the first time they've showered together, but Sasaki loves the way Miyano gives himself over to be taken care of. He lets Sasaki wash his hair and rub soap on him. And later when they're dressed and cleaned and cuddling in bed watching another movie on Sasaki's laptop, Miyano leans over to kiss Sasaki's cheek.
"I am so glad it was you,"
Sasaki smiles, tilting Miyano's chin up with his fingers to claim his lips in a gentle press, "I am too, and I never want to have anyone else."