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“Oh my god.” was muffled into the pillow that housed Hitoya’s face.
“You said you wanted the biggest one.”
“This feels way more than biggest.”
“Do you wanna stop and change over?”
A lazy shake of the head was all he got.
“Gonna have to use your words, don’t know if you’re just wiping the snot from your face like that.”
One of the clenched hands from the pillows shakily grasps and forms a middle finger right at Samatoki.
“Just give me a fucking minute. Feels like I’m giving birth.”
“Didn’t know you had a breeding kink.”
“Fuck. Up.” Hitoya’s voice might have been somewhat intimidating if his head isn’t so far into the pillow he was kissing the mattress and there wasn’t a arm size dildo knocking his organs around.
A paused happened after that. Samatoki steadying himself to not make any moments for the lawyer’s sake. Though it was the older man’s idea that they were in this position.
Earlier that Night
“Do you have anything to fuck 3 months’ worth of bullshit out of me?” Hitoya said into his glass.
Samatoki barked a laugh at that. “Look I wasn’t going to say that you are looking so fucking high strung, but you look like you could use a good fuck.”
Suddenly self-conscious, Hitoya goes about fixing his hair that is already perfect.
Moving on to not have the other man embarrass himself out of fun night, Samatoki continues: “Like what do you need, big or just weird?”
“I just need something bi- wait what do you mean weird?”
“Like weird, something like you know.” Instead of explaining with words he lets his hands do the talking.
“Nah nah, nothing like that for tonight.” Tonight? “I just need something big enough to fuck my brains out and make me forget about the week for at least an hour.”
“You think you’ll last an hour?”
“Oh, alright smart ass. How big is your biggest?”
“Bigger than store bought shit, got it custom made.”
“Who the fuck you make it for?”
“Me, just wanted to be the biggest and the baddest.”
The look that Hitoya gave him had him laughing back in his face.
“Well then, how good is it?”
“I dunno, no one ever wanted to take it.”
“Of course, you’re just shitting with me.”
“No, it’s a real dildo.”
“And it’s not going to prolapse me?”
“So, you want to use it?”
“If it’s not going to fuck up my body yes.”
“I thought you want it to fuck you up.”
“Samatoki, fucking hell.”
“Yes, it’s a real dildo. Yes, it is safe your body. Do you want to use it or not?”
Hitoya gets up, already unbuttoning his shirt and making his way down the main hall.
“Taking a shower. And I’ll smack you so hard if this shit ain’t real.”
“You can still give me a little smack when it is.”
Present
After a moment, and another, and another, to the point where Samatoki was just going to pull out and make sure the older man wasn’t dead. The head in the pillow turns just slightly and the man takes a long exhale out.
“Okay, you can move.”
“You sure?”
He gets an annoyed groan.
“Fine.” Deep breath. “I’ll do the fucking work.”
Shifting a little, Hitoya wiggles a little of the toy out of him, suppressing a sigh into the pillow. He gets maybe an inch out of him before smashing his ass into Samatoki’s hips.
“Oh fuck.” Hitoya murmurs out after a loud moan.
But still, he presses on, moving a little off the dildo then smacking back down.
Somehow, the lawyer gets into a shaky rhythm. Constant, unrestrained moans paired with the sound of skin slapping fill the room.
Samatoki leans back on his hands. A grin paints his face as he watches the older man pretty much fucking himself into his hips. Taking in how much work the man under him is using to chase what he was after. The flexing of his back muscles as he rolls his hips down to the hilt of the toy. Pausing for the shortest of moments to feel the whole thing at once.
Samatoki takes a hand and rest it on the curve of Hitoya’s ass. He feels the heat and the way the body shivers when it swallows the toy whole. His hand moves, trailing down and fingers tracing over the angry red ring that is swallowing up the toy connecting them. He feels the stretch of the muscles.
“A-and I thought you were the one going to fuck my brains out.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me to interrupt. You look like you’re having a very good time on your own.”
Hitoya smothers another moan into the pillow when Samatoki shifts a little. The toy moving to make stars dances in his eyes. He pauses his movements and takes a breath.
“If you ain’t gonna do shit, you can take off the strap and I can make a mess of your bed alone.”
The sudden rush of air and Hitoya found himself on his back. He couldn’t even process what really happening, all he saw was a blur of snow-white hair then a shout was being ripped out of him as he was filled in one thrust.
“Oh shit.” Was all the words he could get out. They were barely audible, breathy and he will never admit the whimper that closed it.
Hitoya couldn’t say if this position is worse or better. But he didn’t really have time to think about it before Samatoki was moving. Unlike his study movements of a second ago, Samatoki was brutal. Truly fucking him.
The already huge dildo feels so much more as he is taking it on his back. He didn’t get too long of a moment to feel empty when the toy kept getting thrust back in. Hard and fast. Hands flying to where they could hold onto something as he tries to just keep up with Samatoki's powerful movements.
Hitoya feels his hand moving before he even thinks about it. Moving down his torso and rolling down to his stomach. He feels his abs move. Pushing up and then back down with every thrust Samatoki wrecks upon his body. He looks down at his body, seeing how his hand moves slightly like he felt. He moves his hand just to hover above and sees how his abdomen is being punched under the skin.
“Oh, holy shit.”
“You alright there, old man?”
Hitoya can barely get himself to glare at the young man fucking him. All Samatoki saw was a pouty, teary-eyed frown get thrown at him before Hitoya was throwing his head back as he began to change his pace. Slowly inching the dildo out before just snapping back in.
Everything just feels too much for Hitoya in the right way. Body too overwhelmed in a perfect way. Nerves seeming all sparkling at once. His toes curl, his skin dancing with goosebumps and shining with sweat and his nipples almost too hard pinched in between his piercings.
He feels Samatoki’s hand join his on his belly.
“Oh fuck, I really am fucking the bullshit out of you.” His pacing goes off a little. Too distracted with playing with the body below him.
Samatoki rolls his hips, feeling the dildo under Hitoya’s skin move with it. The old man moans brokenly at this. The toy pushing and pulling too deep inside him. His legs lightly kick at nothing as he tries to move away, but hips also moving into Samatoki’s rhythm. His body not knowing what it wants.
“T-too much.” Hitoya shudders out.
“Straight fucking be better?” Samatoki asks.
Instead of his normal bite back, Samatoki got a little nod, Hitoya’s buttom lip tucked away between his teeth. Almost cute if the man wasn’t 10 years older than him. But Samatoki could tell that Hitoya was getting to the end of his line. The fucking was getting too much, and he wasn’t going to last long. Samatoki was amazed he lasted this long.
He picks up his pace again. Hitoya struggling to get a hold on the bed he barely has. Broken moans fall out of his mouth again. His eyes hooded, barely open and not really looking at anything. Even if he could the thin layer of tears lining the bottom of his eyes would be blurring everything from view.
The lawyer can’t see Samatoki move over him as he thrusts. He can’t see Samatoki moving to steal a kiss. But he feels his hand come moving up on his side. Circling his pecs, nails digging in around his nipple. Making him squirm even more than he is. Then he feels his fingers hook into his piercings. Playing with them for a moment, only a moment. Then there is a sharp tug.
Everything after that goes white.
Samatoki bites hard into his lip as he watches the older man finally break. Cumming all over himself and then cumming again. His voice breaks and cracks. Arms near ripping the bedding from the mattress.
And then he collapses back on the bed. Breath ragging. Body twitching.
The white-haired man is careful as he coaxes the dildo out of the lawyer. The wreaked man whimpers as he does. Samatoki rubs circles into a quivering thigh, shushing softly as an attempt to calm the man. Finally, with a small pop the toy was out and Hitoya’s body was finally able to just sink back into the bed.
Then, Samatoki makes quick work getting the strap off him. After which his hands make their way to his own very wet tdick. It’s only a couple of rubs and he is cumming as well. His orgasm is quick to wreak through his body. The whole night and just watching Hitoya pretty much crying and breaking by his hand already doing all the work.
Finally catching his breath, wiping the swear from his brow he moves he the now resting body. He hovers over the older man, leaning on one arm and bring his other hand to the man’s face.
“Hey, you ‘kay?” He almost whispers. Thumb gently rubbing the man stubbled cheek.
Green eyes groggily blink open to look at him. All Hitoya seems to have the strength to do is a short single nod before the energy seems to leave him again.