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The problem, Takashi thinks, is that Shuuichi won’t stop talking.
Every time they have sex, it’s a near constant barrage of shameless, filthy praise. For his hands, for his mouth, for his cock—
And every single time, without fail, it makes Takashi’s ears go red and heat pool rapidly in the pit of his stomach.
At first, he’d wondered if Shuuichi was playing it up on purpose, to make Takashi squirm, but the man doesn’t even seem to realize he’s doing it half the time.
Like right now.
“Good—hah—good boy, you feel so good in me Takashi, you’re doing so well—ah—gods look at you you’re so beautiful like this—”
Takashi closes his eyes uselessly against the verbal onslaught as he thrusts into warm, tight heat.
They—oh fuck—they haven’t done it this way before. Shuuichi’s offered, very enthusiastically even, but Takashi’s been hesitating. Fingers are one thing, and he’s long since learned how to use his on—and in—Shuuichi, but fucking him feels like a much greater responsibility. One Takashi really isn’t sure he can handle.
He wants to be good for Shuuichi, wants to give him back as much pleasure as he can, as much as Shuuichi has given to him in all of their time together. He wants to do this right.
But there’s just no way he’s going to last that long.
It’s so much, so dizzyingly hot to be inside him like this, and Takashi is going to lose it in five seconds if Shuuichi doesn’t stop talking.
“—could keep you like this forever, fall asleep with your cock in me so you can fuck me again in the morning—”
He keens high in his throat, desperately trying to hold on, and then Shuuichi clenches down on him and that’s it.
Takashi comes shaking, Shuuichi’s arms and legs locking him in place as he spills hot and wet inside him. He comes so hard he forgets how to breathe for a second, mind empty of anything but pure sensation.
As soon as higher brain function returns, though, Takashi buries his face into the curve of Shuuichi’s neck, mortified. His softening cock slips out with an obscene noise.
Shuuichi smears an affectionate kiss against the side of his forehead, limbs still holding him tight. “I didn’t last any longer than you, my first time,” he chuckles breathlessly. “It’s okay, Takashi. I loved every minute of it.”
That’s enough for Takashi to lift out of his hiding place and look him in the eye. “I just wanted to be good for you,” he mutters.
Hands cup his face and Shuuichi pulls him into a proper kiss. “You were. You always are,” he reassures, expression unbearably fond. Then, his grin turns mischievous and Takashi braces himself. “Besides, you’re young. You’ll be able to go again soon." He drops a cheeky hand down to tweak Takashi’s oversensitive cock.
Takashi squawks, slapping the hand away. “Not that soon!”
Shuuichi breaks into laughter and the motion presses his erection into Takashi’s stomach, reminding him of its existence. Even if he won't be getting hard again for a little while, there are still plenty of things he can do for Shuuichi in the meantime.
He slides a hand down the warm expanse of chest below him and wraps it loosely around Shuuichi’s cock. The man hums contentedly, cupping a hand around Takashi’s nape and dragging him in for a much filthier kiss as Takashi strokes him slowly.
It’s slick, wet, and addicting, Shuuichi licking into his mouth and twining their tongues together. Part of Takashi wants to stay here, kissing slow and deep until he’s hard again, but he’s on a mission now.
He breaks away and crawls down the bed, leaning down to take Shuuichi into his mouth. The ensuing groan, and the hands that shoot down to rest in his hair, are immensely gratifying.
Takashi sucks lightly at the head, stroking the rest of the length with the slow, tight grip he knows Shuuichi likes. He pulls back to take a breath and then sinks down, down, opening his throat until he’s taken as much as he can and Shuuichi’s thighs are shaking around his head.
Then, he swallows. Shuuichi’s fingers spasm and he moans deep in his chest, so Takashi does it again.
“Ah—wait, wait, Takashi, I’m too close,” Shuuichi pants above him, petting frantically at his hair, “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me again.”
Embarrassment and arousal curl hot in Takashi’s chest, his cock twitching in a valiant attempt to get hard again far too soon. How Shuuichi can say things like that is beyond him.
He backs off quickly, keeping his head down to hide his undoubtedly flustered expression. “If that’s what you want,” he mutters faintly, “Just tell me when you need a break, Shuuichi-san. Don’t worry, I won't let you come.”
For some reason that punches another moan out of Shuuichi’s throat, his hips jerking helplessly into empty air.
Huh. Well then.
Takashi tucks that thought away for later. He busies himself with kissing and nipping over Shuuichi’s hipbones while he waits for the go-ahead to continue, reveling in clench and release of thigh muscles under his palm as Shuuichi slowly comes down from the edge.
A minute passes, and another, then: “Okay.”
He doesn’t go for Shuuichi’s cock right away, this time. Instead he slips three fingers in where Shuuichi is still slick with Takashi’s come and hooks them to press against the spot that always makes him babble uncontrollably.
Sure enough, Shuuichi’s hands fly up to claw at the headboard and words spill from his mouth like a fountain. “Oh, fuck, oh—you’re so good at that, Takashi, I love your fingers—fuck—”
Gods, it’s almost more embarrassing to hear post-orgasm, somehow. Takashi hoists one kicking leg over his shoulder with his other hand and holds it there so he can tuck his violently red face into Shuuichi’s knee and suck on the sensitive skin.
He twists his fingers into a better angle and thrusts; hard, quick, unrelenting jabs that force hiccuping little moans out of Shuuichi’s chest, and he doesn’t let up until Shuuichi’s arching up and gasping, “I’m—”
Shuuichi swears, viciously, when Takashi stops, turning his head to pant into the pillow.
Takashi leans down to bite gently at the quivering flesh of his inner thigh and waits to start again.
Somewhere around the fourth or fifth time Shuuichi wheezes out a warning, Takashi figures out the tells. How Shuuichi’s hips go still and his back goes taut. How his voice catches in the back of his throat when he’s about to tip over the edge.
This time, Takashi doesn't need the heads up. He stops before Shuuichi can even say anything, and the delight he feels at the stunned little noise that follows is a revelation. He loves this.
Sweat-slicked thighs tremble against his shoulders and he pets them idly, laser focused on the man beneath him.
It’s taking longer and longer for Shuuichi to calm down each time, but eventually he rasps out an affirmative and Takashi ducks back down to flatten his tongue under the head of Shuuichi’s cock.
A fresh drop of precome wells at the tip and he chases it, licking around and dipping his tongue into the slit. He has to use his arm to hold Shuuichi still as the man thrashes wildly, laving and fluttering his tongue across the over-sensitive head again and again and again until Shuuichi’s stuttering words sound closer to sobs.
When Takashi pulls back, he’s pretty sure Shuuichi actually does sob, and Takashi absolutely needs to make him make that sound again, immediately.
He barely waits for Shuuichi’s hips to still before he dives back down.
Time maybe goes a little blurry.
Takashi almost doesn’t notice the steady stream of babbling dwindling down to little more than ragged whispers of ‘Takashi’ and ‘please’, intent as he is on taking Shuuichi to the edge and keeping him there. But then, as he lifts his mouth off of Shuuichi’s twitching cock for the upteenth time, the legs draped over his shoulders abruptly go lax.
Concerned, Takashi looks up. His breath catches in his throat.
Shuuichi looks wrecked.
Eyes unfocused, staring sightlessly up at their ceiling as a thin trail of tears trickle down into his hair. Mouth bitten-red and open as he pants wetly for air, flushed all the way to his ears and down the length of his chest. Cock dripping uncontrollably and almost purple in the light.
He’s the most beautiful thing Takashi has ever seen.
He’s also trembling, faintly, body almost completely boneless against the bed. It’s a sharp change from the coiled tension from just a moment ago.
Takashi flexes his fingers testingly where they’re still buried knuckle-deep in Shuuichi and watches his hands clench around the headboard for a second before falling limp again. The weak little ‘please’ that escapes him sends a jolt to Takashi’s nearly-recovered cock, but he has to double-check.
“Shuuichi-san?”
Nothing.
Gently, Takashi disentangles himself and crawls up the bed. “Shuuichi?” he asks again, waiting for glazed-over red eyes to meet his own. “Are you alright?”
Shuuichi blinks the tears out of his eyes, visibly trying to process Takashi’s words. It takes a moment, but he nods slowly.
“Do you want me to stop?”
That one gets a much quicker response, a hasty shake of his head. Takashi smiles, relieved, and leans down for a kiss. Shuuichi opens for him beautifully.
“Do you want to come?” he asks into the kiss, and the pleading whine that earns him has Takashi fully hard again. Shuuichi’s cock jerks where it’s lying against his stomach and it would be so easy to give him what he wants. But not yet.
Because Shuuichi looks so, so gorgeous like this, overstimulated and blissed out. Takashi wants to keep him there a little bit longer. He wants to give Shuuichi as much pleasure as he can, until he’s overflowing with it, with how much Takashi adores him.
He moves to nip down Shuuichi’s throat, scraping his teeth against flushed skin. “Can you wait a little more for me?”
Shuuichi’s eyes slam shut and he nods frantically, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to get some friction. Takashi rewards him with another quick kiss.
Breaking away, he trails more kisses over Shuuichi’s jawline, down his neck and chest, reveling in the little shudders that follow.
He stops to suck a pebbled nipple into his mouth, rolling and tugging it gently between his teeth, then soothing it with his tongue. Shuuichi’s not particularly sensitive there, usually, but now he arches into it with a bitten off noise.
A final tug and Takashi trades his mouth out for his hand, pinching and kneading while he puts his mouth to work on the other one until Shuuichi is panting, open-mouthed, with that glassy expression back in place.
Pulling off with a soft ‘pop’, Takashi continues making his way down. He settles between Shuuichi’s spread legs once more and considers. He has to be more careful, now, with Shuuichi so hypersensitive.
This time, Takashi starts with his fingertips. Slick with lube, they glide feather-light over the sack and up the thick vein on the underside of Shuuichi’s cock. It twitches so hard Takashi has to use his other hand to hold the base, keeping it still as he traces over the ridges delicately. Shuuichi’s chest heaves on a wordless shout, head thrashing on the pillow as Takashi replaces his fingers with his tongue. He only lingers for a few seconds, just long enough to swirl it against the tip, before he backs off again. Shuuichi shivers like he’s coming anyway, a low keen building in his throat.
Takashi rubs his hip tenderly until he calms, slipping a single finger in to grind slow and steady against that spot.
“Please,” Shuuichi rasps. Takashi’s not sure if he’s begging to come or begging for Takashi to fuck him. If there’s a difference.
“Soon,” he promises, kissing the head of Shuuichi’s cock ever so gently, smearing precome on his lips. He licks it off, tongue fluttering against the slit as he does, and smiles at the weak moan he earns.
When the sobs come out in force, a few minutes and rounds of teasing later, Takashi leans back to take Shuuichi’s face in again.
All Takashi has to do is breathe on his cock now and Shuuichi about jack-knifes off the bed, tears and precome leaking steadily.
Gods, he’s beautiful.
Takashi still wants to push him further, make him wait longer, but his own cock throbs at the sight, reminding him that he’s made both of them wait more than long enough.
It only takes a moment to slick himself up again, to nudge his arms under Shuuichi’s knees and bend him into place.
And, oh, fuck, Shuuichi sounds like he’s dying when Takashi finally, finally slides back into that overwhelming heat.
His legs slam closed behind Takashi’s back and pull, heels digging into the meat of his ass, until Takashi’s bottoming out in a single stroke.
“Shuuichi!” Takashi yelps, bracing himself on the bed. He’s trying not to come until Shuuichi has, this time, but the man’s insistent, mindless writhing beneath him is making that extremely difficult.
Takashi groans low in his chest, re-adjusts his positioning, and thrusts. It’s almost shattering how good it feels.
He’s not managing anything close to a steady rhythm, but he doesn’t think Shuuichi really cares, judging by the punched out noises he’s making.
Takashi wedges an arm under Shuuichi’s hips and lifts him up, just enough so that he can lean forward and nip at his collarbone, nearly bending the man in half.
The new angle must do something good because his next thrust has Shuuichi jolting and crying out like he’s been touched with a livewire. So Takashi does it again. And again, and again—
Shuuichi’s heels slam into his back, hard, and he arches into Takashi with a panicked whine. “Takashi! I’m—please. I can’t. Ican’tIcan’tIcan’t— ”
Oh, Takashi realizes, he’s asking for permission. He smothers a groan into Shuuichi’s neck, the thought almost enough to make him lose it entirely.
“You can come Shuuichi,” Takashi gasps against Shuuichi’s skin. “You can, it’s okay. You’re doing so good for me—”
Shuuichi wails, body clenching brutally tight as he spills up his own chest, untouched. Takashi swears breathlessly, fumbling a hand between them to stroke him through it. Shuuichi is chanting his name like he’s forgotten how to say anything else, voice completely ruined, and it’s so good, so hot—
Takashi grinds in as far as he can go and comes inside Shuuichi for the second time tonight.
Takashi just barely has time to pull out before he’s grabbed and folded into a tight embrace. Shuuichi nuzzles his way under Takashi’s chin, shivering and twitching with aftershocks. His voice seems to have failed on him, after that last scream. That, or he’s just too out of it to speak.
Takashi rubs a soothing hand up and down his back and into his hair, carding through the sweaty strands. He’s perfectly content to stay here and doze for a little while, after that. The drying come smeared between them is going to start itching soon, though.
“Shuuichi-san, we need to clean up,” he coaxes after a few minutes. Shuuichi isn’t having any of it; he burrows further into Takashi’s neck with a disgruntled noise. Words still seem to be beyond him at the moment. Takashi tries to suppress the laugh building in his chest, but it’s impossible. Shuuichi sounds like a grumpy kitten. It’s adorable.
They can bathe later, he supposes, though unsticking is going to be a pain. It’s worth it, he thinks, smiling into Shuuichi’s hair.