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The club was packed, and Aizawa Shouta was not a happy camper. Kayama was out on the dance floor, grinding up against some green-haired woman the last time he’d caught sight of her. He wasn’t sure why he still let her talk him into this. It nearly always went the same way, with him watching her get drunk and hook up, while he got drunk and glowered at everyone until he went home.
He’d found an unoccupied stretch of wall not too far from the bar and was nursing his second beer of the night, waiting for enough time to pass that Kayama wouldn’t give him too much shit about leaving. He’d just about finished his drink and was debating whether it was worth the effort of shoving through the crowd at the bar to get another one when a flash of gold on the dance floor caught his eye.
He didn’t usually pay too much attention to the writhing mass of bodies, except to occasionally check on his friend. With the house lights down and the blue and pink strobes creating a seizure hazard, all the colors leached away from each individual, further turning the throng into a single mindless being unto itself. Yet somehow, bright yellow flashed again in the middle of the floor, as if illuminated by a white spotlight.
Shouta tipped the rest of his beer down his throat and plunked his glass down on the nearest table, ignoring the disgruntled comments from the people gathered around it. He stepped closer to the crowd, eyes searching for that beacon of color in the dark.
There it was again. This time, Shouta could see it was blond hair, falling halfway down the back of a tall, slim figure dancing and spinning in the middle of the horde.
He wasn’t sure what possessed him to move forward. He hated dancing, and he really hated club dancing, so he almost never set foot on the dance floor, no matter how much Kayama begged him. Yet here he was, crossing the boundary and pushing his way into the mob.
Shouta was dressed in what Kayama teasingly called ‘club casual’ clothes - dark jeans, an old t-shirt that was two sizes too small for the amount of muscle he’d put on over the years, and his favorite pair of boots… which was also his only pair of boots. With his hair pulled back into a low messy bun to keep it off his neck, she assured him he looked hot. Not that he cared.
The man dancing in the middle of the floor was not dressed ‘casually.’ He was wearing a sleeveless black fishnet crop-top that showed off his toned arms and abs, and a pair of red leather pants that looked like they’d been painted on him. His skin seemed to shimmer.
Shouta wanted to reach out and drag his fingers along it.
As if he could feel Shouta’s eyes on him, the blond turned his head to face him, meeting his gaze. A slow, wicked smile spread across his face as he stretched his arms up above his head, rolling his hips in time to the thumping beat. Shouta was being pushed around the floor by the crush of bodies, which was all wrong; he needed to be closer to the man. His feet moved him forward until he was standing in the tiny bubble of space that existed around him into which none of the other dancers crossed.
Shouta didn’t have a plan. He stood, a statue carved from shadow next to a pulsing beacon of light, and he had no idea what he was doing there. All he knew was that he wanted to be closer… but as he swayed farther into the other man’s space, the blond spun and turned his back on Shouta.
It stung like rejection, and despair welled up inside him, as if he’d just lost… something important.
He took one more step forward, wanting to reclaim something that had never been his in the first place. In a beat, Shouta was standing flush up against the man’s back as he continued to dance, and Shouta could feel the heat radiating off of him. He wasn’t sure what kind of cologne the man was wearing, but the scent of him made Shouta’s mouth water.
Every movement the man made brushed their bodies together, and it wasn’t enough. Shouta wanted more. Needed more. His hands reached out, grabbing his waist, not gripping tightly, but holding on. The blond looked over his shoulder at Shouta, intense green eyes meeting his own, lips curving upwards.
“Show me how you move.” The man’s voice was smooth and warm, and Shouta wanted to wrap himself up in it. He wasn’t even sure how he’d heard him over the music; but there was no denying his request.
His command.
Shouta began to move.
It wasn’t that he didn’t know how to dance. He was perfectly capable of it. He just didn’t want to.
Usually.
Now, though, his chest pressed up against the man’s back, following the undulating movements of his hips with his own… this was different. This felt right. This was exactly what he wanted.
The man’s skin was soft and hot beneath his palms, and Shouta’s hands itched to slide up higher… or maybe to drop down lower. He dipped his head, pressing his face into the crook of the blond’s neck, breathing in more of his heady scent until he was dizzy with it. Shouta wasn’t sure when the heat in his gut had started to pool, but the pressure and friction had made his cock more than half hard. He pulled on the man’s hips, getting that leather-clad ass up against himself and started a rhythmic grind.
A distant part of his mind recognized that rutting against strangers on the dance floor was Kayama’s thing, not his. He didn’t care right now, though.
The man didn’t seem to mind either, pressing back into him with enthusiasm as they swayed and rolled together. Shouta’s hand began to drift from the man’s hip, sliding around till it rested low on his stomach. Low enough that if he just spread his fingers a little bit, he might be able to brush against-
With a step, a twist, and a spin, suddenly they were face to face and Shouta’s hand was now on the small of the man’s back. Red eyes glinted with delight at him- wait, no, green eyes; and then the man’s hands were on Shouta too. First pulling the elastic out of Shouta’s hair, letting it cascade down. Then dragging down his arms before trailing back up again, igniting sparks where his fingertips touched Shouta’s bare skin.
The man slipped a hand up under Shouta’s hair to grip the back of his neck, while his other arm stretched upwards, a long, languid movement as he danced that turned into the man leaning back as he swayed to the rhythm. It wasn’t a lot, but more than enough to press their lower bodies together.
Shouta groaned as the unmistakable ridge of a cock pressed against his hip, thick and long. Want pulsed through his veins in time with the music, and he tugged the man back up towards him before sliding one hand down to his ass, pulling him close and rolling his hips. Shouta was humping him right in the middle of the dance floor, and he didn’t give a damn who saw.
The man drew a sharp breath, and the hand on the back of Shouta’s neck pulled him in for a desperate, bruising kiss. Shouta moaned into it, and the man licked into his mouth. They panted against each other, lips hungry as they moved. Shouta felt as though the man were trying to consume him, and gods, the thought thrilled him like nothing else.
A low growl that sounded more animal than human rumbled out of the man’s chest. He grabbed Shouta by the shoulders and spun him around, taking his own turn to grind against Shouta’s ass. Shouta faced out towards the crowd, breathless and sweaty with his aching cock an undeniable bulge in his jeans for anyone to see if they looked. Shouta didn’t care, though; he kept moving, kept dancing, kept encouraging the man to rut up against him, wanting to feel him, needing more.
He felt a mouth on his neck, teeth pressing against the delicate skin. A tongue dragging up the column of his throat, lapping up the salt of his sweat. Shouta moaned, knees threatening to buckle beneath him, and his arm reached up, reached back, groping blindly for the man’s head to hold himself up, to hold the man there, begging without words for him to keep doing what he was doing.
A hand slid up the front of Shouta’s shirt, fingers splayed wide in the middle of his chest. The man must be able to feel the way his heart was pounding. A sharp nip of teeth against his neck, then a hot tongue soothing over it as the man lifted his mouth next to Shouta’s ear.
“You’re a meal and a half all by yourself, aren’t you,” he purred. “Come with me.” With a hand on his waist, the man led Shouta away from the dance floor and pulled him into the dim hallway that led to the bathrooms. Shouta was grateful for the strong grip of the man around him, as his legs felt unsteady as they stumbled together into the shadows.
Halfway down the hall, there was a small alcove, and the man guided Shouta into it, pushing him back against the side and kissing him again. Shouta’s hands fumbled as they reached for the man’s shoulders, gripping tight as he kissed back with a desperate hunger, trying to pull the man closer. The man chucked into the kiss, a hand sliding from Shouta’s hip to cup his aching cock through his jeans, and Shouta bucked into the touch, a low, needy noise slipping out of him.
“You are pent up, you sweet thing,” the man breathed against Shouta’s mouth. “What’s your name?”
Through the haze of arousal, he tried to think of the proper response. “Shouta.” Yes. That was it.
“Well, sweetheart, it is my absolute pleasure to meet you,” the man said, stroking firmly over the bulge in Shouta’s pants. “You can call me Hizashi.”
With that, Hizashi dropped to his knees in front of Shouta and opened his pants, shoving them halfway down his thighs. Shouta stared down at him, mouth agape as his cock was freed from its denim prison. Hizashi sat back on his heels and wrapped his hand around Shouta’s shaft, stroking him slowly.
“Leaking for me already?” Hizashi teased, sliding his thumb over the head of Shouta’s cock where precome was gathering. Shouta shuddered at the sensation as Hizashi smoothed the fluid around, a wet slide on sensitive skin.
Heart pounding in his chest, Shouta was vaguely aware that, though he was out of the flow of traffic and half shadowed in the alcove, anyone walking to or from the bathrooms could easily see him. See Hizashi on the ground with Shouta’s cock in his hand.
They would be able to see Hizashi leaning forward, his long tongue licking a hot, wet stripe up the length of Shouta’s shaft. In fact, Shouta might have even drawn their attention as a guttural groan tore out of him when Hizashi wrapped his lips around the head of his cock and took half of him into the wet heat of his mouth.
Their view wouldn't be nearly as good as Shouta’s, though, because Shouta got to see Hizashi looking up at him through his eyelashes as he flicked his tongue over the head of his cock. Shouta sucked in a breath as Hizashi began to bob his head, moaning low noises as he sucked greedily. Shouta felt the urge to thrust, but he was mesmerized watching Hizashi’s long hair sway with his rhythmic movements, watching him take more and more of his cock each time.
Then Hizashi pulled almost all the way off, gave Shouta a cheeky wink, and swallowed him to the root.
“Oh fuck,” Shouta gasped, feeling Hizashi’s throat working around him, everything hot and tight and wet and good. His eyes squeezed shut and he tipped his head back, thumping it against the wall as his hands tangled in Hizashi’s hair. After a few seconds, Hizashi backed up, and Shouta looked down at him just in time to watch him lick his lips.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Hizashi cooed, stroking his hands along Shouta’s hips, “Fuck my mouth.”
Shouta’s hips jerked, and before he could even think about it, he had disentangled one hand from Hizashi’s hair to steady himself while guiding Hizashi back onto his cock with the other. His first few thrusts were tentative, shallow; but gods it felt so good and he wanted more, and it didn’t take long for him to start pushing in deeper.
Hizashi looked up at him with an expression daring Shouta, begging Shouta for more, and Shouta heard himself whine in response.
Taking his hand off his cock, Shouta fucked all the way in, slipping right down Hizashi’s throat, and oh fuck, he immediately needed to do that again. Hizashi was relaxed as Shouta held his head steady while he thrust. Shouta knew that he was fucking into Hizashi’s mouth with enough force that it should have been too much - Hizashi should be telling him to slow down, ease up; but he was only humming wordless encouragement.
Shouta was lost in the hot, wet slide and the pulse of Hizashi’s throat around him as he found a rhythm. Hizashi kept running his hands over Shouta’s thighs, fingers reaching out in teasing brushes towards Shouta’s ass.
“Ahhh, shit,” Shouta hissed, yanking Hizashi off of him. “Wait,” he gasped, trying to compose himself, “Wait, I want- I need…”
Hizashi raised an eyebrow at him, half coy and half surprised. “Anything you want, sweetheart,” he soothed, “But why don’t we take the edge off, or you’re not gonna be able to tell me what that is.”
Shouta didn’t even know what he wanted, he just knew he didn’t want this to be over. “I- shit- I-”
“I’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry.” Hizashi leaned in and swallowed Shouta all the way down, pressing his nose into the dark, coarse hair at the base of his cock. Fuck, Shouta was already so close, it was all so good, so much, that he couldn’t help it as his hips pumped and he came right down Hizashi’s throat with a hoarse cry.
Hizashi hummed happily as Shouta sagged back against the wall. His tongue worked gently over Shouta’s cock as it softened, and though the sensation was so much, too much, Shouta couldn’t bring himself to shove Hizashi away. He could only whimper as Hizashi’s tongue continued its wet slide, as if seeking out every drop of come.
Gradually, Shouta caught his breath and stared down at the man in front of him. Hizashi looked blissed out, as if he’d just come himself, while he held Shouta’s now-soft cock in his mouth. Sensing Shouta’s eyes on him, Hizashi finally pulled off, giving it one last kiss before pulling Shouta’s pants back up. He stood and leaned in, kissing Shouta deeply.
Shouta could barely taste himself in Hizashi’s mouth, and he wasn’t sure why that felt disappointing.
He broke the kiss. “You-” he started, reaching for Hizashi’s cock, which he could see was still hard in his pants.
Hizashi tipped his head as if he was confused before his wicked smile spread back across his face. “Don’t you worry about that,” he said, pressing himself against Shouta, pinning him fully against the wall. He dragged that hard cock up against him as he whispered in his ear, “If you still want more, why don’t you take me back to your place. I’ll show you what I can do when I’ve got a little more space to work with.” He drew back with a wink. “Unless you wanna fuck on the dance floor. That could be arranged.”
That thought shouldn’t have thrilled Shouta like it did; but no, that wasn’t a line he could cross. Kayama was here, and he didn’t want to share Hizashi with her.
Which was an odd thought for him to have, since Kayama had no interest in men.
“Another time,” he groaned as Hizashi palmed his cock, which was already trying to get hard again. He needed to get Hizashi back to his place now.
This time it was Shouta grabbing Hizashi, tugging him by the wrist towards the exit. He spotted Kayama by the bar, and he remembered that he should let her know he was leaving.
A text would do.
Out on the sidewalk, the fall air was brisk, quickly drying the sweat that had gathered on his back. Hizashi wasn’t bothered by the damp t-shirt, though, as he wrapped his arm possessively around Shouta’s waist, walking hip to hip, their stride falling into sync with each other. Shouta fumbled his phone out of his pocket, more than half surprised it had managed to stay put throughout the night’s activities. He one-handedly tapped out a message to Kayama before putting it back.
“Someone waiting for you?” Hizashi asked.
“Not anymore. She’ll be fine, I usually leave early anyway.”
“Hmm, I’ll be just another notch in your bedpost then?” Hizashi teased.
“No.” Not that Shouta never hooked up. Sometimes he took a man home, or went over his place. But Hizashi could never be ‘just another’ anything. “You’re like nobody else I’ve ever met.”
“Such a sweet talker.” With the hand on Shouta’s hip, Hizashi slipped his fingers under the waistband of Shouta’s jeans, rubbing at the thin skin at the front of his hip.
Shouta picked up the pace, needing to be naked as soon as possible. Which reminded him, “Are you cold?” he asked, glancing at Hizashi’s mesh top.
Hizashi tipped his head and cocked an eyebrow. “Worried about me?” he asked, sounding genuinely surprised. After a beat, he leaned in to rumble in Shouta’s ear, “I’m fine. I run hot.”
The fifteen minutes back to his apartment felt like forever, but at least Shouta was able to have his arm around Hizashi’s shoulders as they walked. By the time he was closing the door behind them, Shouta’s patience had officially run out. Without even bothering to turn on the lights, he pressed Hizashi back against the cool white surface, not caring if the thump could be heard from outside. He licked into Hizashi’s mouth, rolling his hips, whimpering as Hizashi grabbed his ass with one hand and the back of his thigh with the other, hiking his leg up so they could press even closer. As they rocked against each other, Hizashi lined their erections up and slid his hand into Shouta’s back pocket in order to guide his pace.
“When you said you wanted something else,” Hizashi drawled between messy kisses, dragging his erection against Shouta’s hip, “I wasn’t expecting it to be dry humping in the genkan. We could have done that just as easily on the dance floor.”
“Fuck,” Shouta gasped, trying to pull himself together.
“That is more along the lines of what I was thinking, yes,” Hizashi teased, nipping at Shouta’s ear and grinding up against him.
“Shit, yes, wanna fuck,” Shouta panted, trying to reach between them to fumble with their pants, desperate to get his hands on Hizashi’s cock. Hizashi, in a feat of strength that Shouta would not have expected from his lithe build, lifted Shouta up just enough to spin them around, so now it was Hizashi pinning Shouta to the door.
“And what kind of manners do you think I have, sweetheart?” Hizashi purred. “We haven’t even taken our shoes off yet.”
Shouta groaned in frustration and arousal, but nodded as he took a breath and tried to calm himself down. Gods, he didn’t know what had gotten into him. Sure, it had been a little while since he’d gotten laid, but not that long. And the blowjob in the club had been less than half an hour ago!
Hizashi set him back on the ground and backed away to carefully unlace his boots and put them aside. Shouta, on the other hand, was still trying to get his trembling fingers to function properly. “Here, let me,” Hizashi said, once again kneeling at Shouta’s feet. His hands deftly loosened the laces, and he gently held Shouta’s calf as he pulled the boot off by the heel. Then he did the other, squeezing Shouta’s calf one time before standing back up again.
“I only had two beers, I swear I’m not drunk,” Shouta said as he pushed himself away from the wall.
“Oh I know. No way you’d have lasted this long if you were,” Hizashi said, stroking his hand over Shouta’s cheek. It seemed like an odd thing to say, but Shouta put it out of his mind when the next word out of Hizashi’s mouth was, “Bed?”
Shouta led the way over to his small bedroom, easily navigating with just the dim light from the streetlamp outside his window. He immediately started rummaging through his drawers to grab the bottle of lube and a box of condoms that he tossed onto the futon. Hizashi was lounging in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he watched Shouta move.
“You’re kinda cute, you know that, sweetheart?” Hizashi said as he stepped further into the room and tugged off his shirt, tossing it to the floor. Shouta glanced down at himself, then back at Hizashi, and briefly wondered what the hell kind of shimmery body glitter the man used that stayed on him so well and didn’t seem to rub off onto Shouta at all. He’d need to tell Kayama about it, he was sick of her getting sparkles everywhere.
Thoughts about Kayama’s makeup left his brain completely as Hizashi stalked forward and slid his hands up under Shouta’s t-shirt, pushing the material higher as his hands slid further from his stomach towards his chest. Shouta raised his arms so that Hizashi could push the shirt all the way up and off.
Both of them now properly shirtless (though Hizashi’s top had barely counted in the first place), Hizashi wasted no time getting Shouta’s pants undone and working them down over his hips, slowly backing Shouta towards the futon. “Down you go,” Hizashi said, wrapping an arm around Shouta’s back and doing… something akin to dipping him as if they were dancing; but faster and smoother and somehow ending up with Shouta flat on his back on his futon. Once again, Shouta was stunned - and aroused - by Hizashi’s strength and speed.
With a flourish, Hizashi moved to the foot of the mattress to tug Shouta’s jeans and underwear off of him, then crawled back up with liquid movements, like a cheetah poised to strike. “You are positively delicious,” Hizashi rumbled as he bowed his head to lick over Shouta’s chest, sucking at a nipple, tangling a hand in Shouta’s hair and tugging until Shouta arched up, his hard cock aching to be touched.
But even more than Shouta wanted a hand on his cock, he needed his hands on Hizashi. So he thrust his hips up against nothing while one hand buried itself in Hizashi’s silky hair, the other stroking over every bit of skin he could reach.
“Fuck, please, I want-” Shouta gasped as Hizashi sucked a dark bruise onto his neck, “I need-”
“You certainly do,” Hizashi agreed, dragging his fingers down along Shouta’s ribs.
“Hizashi, please,” Shouta said, and it must have been the first time he’d spoken the man’s name aloud, because he would have remembered the way it felt on his tongue, in his mouth, like it was made to fit there. (Maybe other parts of Hizashi would be made to fit in his mouth as well. Shouta hoped he’d be able to find out.)
Wide red- no, green, eyes blinked down at Shouta in surprise as Hizashi sucked in a sharp breath. “You-” Hizashi muttered, but whatever the rest of that thought was couldn’t have been too important as Hizashi abandoned it to smear desperate, open-mouthed kisses along Shouta’s jaw until Shouta turned his head and met his mouth.
With that same low, rumbling growl that Shouta had heard earlier on the dance floor, Hizashi broke the kiss and sat up, sitting back on Shouta’s thighs, gasping while his hands went to the fly of his pants. Shouta cursed the dim lighting, wanting to get a better view of Hizashi now that his pants were finally coming off.
Hizashi moved aside as he peeled the red leather off his legs, but moments later he was back, his long fingers wrapped around Shouta’s cock, moving in slick strokes as Hizashi spread lube on him.
“What- Hang on, I can prep-” Shouta babbled, confused until Hizashi was back on all fours above him, reaching back, steadying Shouta’s cock, lining himself up and sliding down with one smooth motion.
“Oh fuck!” Shouta yelped, unprepared for the pressure and friction and heat of him. His cock wasn’t exactly small, and nobody had ever taken him in one go like that, and… gods, Hizashi wasn’t kidding when he said he ran hot. Shouta’s hands scrambled to find a place to hold on as Hizashi sat up tall and started to ride him in long strokes.
“You feel so fucking good inside me, sweetheart,” Hizashi groaned, raking his fingernails down Shouta’s chest, leaving stinging trails in their wake. Strong legs pushed him up till just the head of Shouta’s cock was still inside him, then slammed back down hard. “You’re so eager. I can’t wait for you to fill me up properly.”
Shouta’s hands finally found their way to Hizashi’s thighs, gripping tight to the wiry muscle as Hizashi bounced on his cock. Realizing there was something he wanted his hands on even more, Shouta began to reach for Hizashi’s cock… only to be intercepted as Hizashi grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning Shouta’s hands above his head. Their faces were close enough to kiss, but Hizashi only grinned and shifted so that he held both of Shouta’s wrists with one hand, a show of strength that sent another thrill through Shouta. Hizashi brought the other hand down to pet along Shouta’s ribs.
“No need to hurry things along,” Hizashi murmured as he continued to ride Shouta, pausing to clench his muscles and squeeze Shouta impossibly tighter. Shouta squirmed beneath him, hips trying to buck up.
“I- shit, I dunno how long I can last,” Shouta mumbled. “Don’t wanna- don’t wanna stop.”
“Music to my ears,” Hizashi said. “Come on, sweetheart, fuck me like you mean it. Give me everything you’ve got, I want it all.” Shouta groaned and planted his feet, hips pumping even as Hizashi held his arms down over his head.
Shouta was getting lost in it, chasing his release, but he tried to tug a hand free from Hizashi’s grip, wanting to jerk him off, wanting to make Hizashi feel as good as he was making Shouta feel. Hizashi’s grip held him firm, though, and fuck if that didn’t push Shouta that much closer to the edge.
He could still move his head, though, and he lifted it the few centimeters needed to close the distance and crash his mouth against Hizashi’s in a desperate kiss, licking into his mouth, arms straining to free themselves. Hizashi moaned as Shouta struggled uselessly, and Shouta’s hips stuttered, his movements becoming erratic as his orgasm punched through him, stealing his breath as he shouted into Hizashi’s mouth. The pulsing waves of pleasure seemed to go on and on, and on, and Hizashi swallowed down every whimper that escaped Shouta’s throat.
Shouta wasn’t sure how long it went on for, but when he finally caught his breath, Hizashi was sitting up tall, head tipped back, eyes closed, biting his lip. Shouta’s cock was still inside him, but neither of them were moving. Hizashi’s chest heaved as he took deep, slow breaths.
Even though nothing was holding Shouta’s hands down anymore, even the thought of lifting them felt like a herculean task. But, despite the fact that he’d just come for the second time that night, Shouta still needed more. He needed to touch Hizashi, he needed- he needed.
Hizashi shivered atop him, eyes snapping open as he stared down at Shouta. This time, Shouta was certain Hizashi’s eyes were red as he blinked a few times before they changed back to green again.
“Oh fuck, you’re so good,” Hizashi groaned, placing his hand flat in the middle of Shouta’s chest. “Shit, how can you still want more? Tonight already will keep me sated for months, maybe longer, I should stop. We should stop.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shouta said, “But I don’t want to stop.”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Hizashi said, sighing slightly as Shouta’s now-soft cock slipped out of him.
“Just- give me a few minutes.” Shouta tried to control the pleading note in his voice. “Or tell me what you want. Let me suck your cock?”
Hizashi chuckled. “Mmmm, that is a tempting thought, watching you try to suck me off.” Shouta huffed and pouted. Even if he couldn’t deep throat as well as Hizashi, his oral skills were damn good. With any other partner, he’d just roll them over and meet the implied challenge. He wasn’t sure why he didn’t do it now. It was like he was pinned to the mattress, even though Hizashi was only sitting on his hips. Though, how did Hizashi feel so much heavier than a man his size should be?
It didn’t matter. Shouta’s eyes were drawn to where Hizashi’s cock stood, thick and hard. “You haven’t come yet. I gotta- I want-”
“Hmm, would you believe me if I told you that making you come was the only thing I really needed?” Hizashi asked, and even though it felt like he wasn’t lying, it also didn’t feel completely true.
And fuck, right now it didn’t matter. Hizashi was intoxicating. The heat and scent of him, the way he held Shouta down to his bed with nothing more than a look and his voice… Shouta needed more. Wanted everything. He didn’t even know what that was, but he still wanted it. As if Hizashi could hear his thoughts, the man sucked in a breath and groaned, his cock bobbing and twitching in what Shouta hoped was excitement and interest.
“Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time someone went three rounds with me. One is all most people can take.” Hizashi inhaled sharply through his nose, as if he was picking up the scent of something in the air. “You really are something special, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Hizashi,” Shouta said. It was a request and a demand. Plea and reverence and desire and claim and adulation, all in one.
The growl that emanated from Hizashi was deep and dangerous and hungry.
In a heartbeat, Hizashi moved and flipped Shouta onto his stomach, pulling his ass up high and spreading his knees wide. “Make yourself comfortable.” Hizashi’s voice was deeper than before. As if permission was all he’d needed, Shouta was able to move his arms, pulling them in to cushion himself as Hizashi’s hot hands spread him open wide.
The first pass of Hizashi’s tongue over his hole tore a sound out of Shouta he was sure he’d never made before. When the tip prodded against him, pushing in slowly but steadily, Shouta tangled one of his hands in his own hair, holding on against the overwhelming sensation. It didn’t hurt, but gods… Hizashi’s tongue was so long, he was able to get so deep, and Shouta could feel the way it moved inside of him. When it pressed against his prostate, his whole body jerked, still caught between overstimulation and fresh arousal; but Hizashi held him steady, not letting him move away.
Hizashi withdrew his tongue and a sound of complaint slipped out of Shouta at the loss. Hizashi chuckled darkly, licking thick wet stripes from Shouta’s balls all the way up and over his hole before fucking back into him with his tongue. Shouta’s cock was starting to fill again, and he needed more.
“You are insatiable,” Hizashi moaned, backing away with a parting bite to the meat of Shouta’s ass. In a moment, Shouta felt two long fingers pushing into him, filling him up more than he would have expected. He couldn’t help rocking back, needing them deeper, faster.
He needed more. “Fuck me,” he gasped, finally able to put into words the thing he’d been aching for since the first time he’d touched Hizashi. “I want your cock.”
Hizashi leaned over so he could drag his nose along Shouta’s cheek, fingers still pumping into him, and rumbled in his ear. “My cock is much bigger than it looks, sweetheart.”
“Need it,” Shouta groaned, his own cock growing heavier with each passing moment. He turned his head to look at Hizashi where he was still leaning down close to his face, and it took him a moment to register what he was seeing.
Hizashi looked different. The red eyes Shouta had been glimpsing all night were back, but now the whites of Hizashi’s eyes were black. The grin on his face held teeth that looked sharper. His skin looked almost silvery in the glow of the streetlamp outside. He looked… bigger.
A passing thought occurred to him that he should be concerned by all this.
But Hizashi pressed a third finger inside him, and the stretch was so much, so good, and all Shouta wanted was more. “Fuck me,” he demanded, even as he gasped for breath with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Then he added, since it had gotten him what he wanted so far, “Hizashi.”
Hizashi knelt up abruptly, uttering, “Fuck,” as if it had been ripped out of his chest. The fingers inside Shouta were pulled out, and he whimpered at the loss… until he felt something hot and blunt and wet and huge pressing up against him.
“I warned you, sweetheart,” Hizashi said, his voice almost unrecognizably deep now, rubbing slick pre-come all over Shouta. “But I’ve only got so much self-restraint, and you’re so fucking delicious. Now, breathe. Relax. I’m going to fill you all the way up.” With his palms resting on the cheeks of Shouta’s ass, Hizashi hooked both of his thumbs in past Shouta’s rim and steadily pulled, stretching him open with nothing of substance there to fill him. Shouta’s mouth gaped open in a soundless plea.
Then that hot head was back, and a choked off sob escaped Shouta as Hizashi pushed and Shouta stretched wider and wider around him. It hurt, it burned, and Shouta’s body tried to jerk away, but Hizashi’s huge hands on his hips held him in place - and Shouta was grateful for it. He hiccuped as Hizashi pushed in further, a maddeningly slow press that went on and on and on.
“You have no idea how long it’s been,” Hizashi growled, hands tight on Shouta’s hips, pulling Shouta back as much as he was pushing forward. “It’s been forever since someone has tempted me, since someone has made me want more than a simple meal to hold me over.” Shouta sobbed again as Hizashi pushed in another centimeter, then another, wondering how much more he could possibly fit. Wondering if it could ever be enough.
Hizashi hissed as his hips finally pressed up against Shouta’s ass. He held still for a moment, one hand releasing Shouta’s hip to stroke along his side, his back, his leg; long soothing touches while Shouta could feel the enormous cock twitching inside him. Shouta drew a deep, shaky breath, in and out, then sniffled. His face was wet, the sheet below him saturated, but he didn’t care. His own cock was hard and aching despite the initial pain, which had now faded, leaving him only with the incredible stretch and fullness he’d never imagined he could feel.
“Fuck me,” he groaned, wanting to feel Hizashi’s massive cock moving inside him.
“As you wish,” Hizashi said, pulling back slowly (gods, he was so big) before fucking back in with one smooth stroke that punched the air right out of Shouta’s lungs. “You’re incredible,” Hizashi purred, his hips setting a steady rhythm as he settled into it, fucking Shouta with the same smooth grace as he’d shown on the dance floor. It was all Shouta could do to hold on, back arched sharply and his chest pressed into the bed.
He wanted this to keep going forever. So when Hizashi slowed down, his heavy breathing getting louder, Shouta hoped it didn’t mean it was almost over.
“Do you want to see?” Hizashi asked. “I want to see. I want to show you.”
“Yes,” Shouta gasped, not knowing what he was agreeing to, but certain of his answer anyway.
Hizashi sat back on his heels, the ridge of his cock tugging on Shouta’s rim as it popped out, as if it didn’t want to leave. Shouta didn’t want it to leave either, and the protest was on the tip of his tongue when Hizashi turned him over and hauled him up. It was as if he weighed nothing, with one of Hizashi’s arms around Shouta’s back and the other hand under his ass lifting and positioning him. Before Shouta’s brain caught up with what was happening, Hizashi was guiding him back down onto his cock, until Shouta was seated straddling Hizashi’s lap, face to face with something that clearly wasn’t human.
The lithe body that Shouta had watched on the dance floor was bigger and bulkier now, and the silvery-gray tint to his skin was obviously the true color of it. Hizashi’s face was basically the same, though. Aside from the sharp teeth and red eyes, of course. Red eyes that were staring down at Shouta, staring down towards where Hizashi’s cock was inside of him. Shouta followed his gaze and stared in awe at the bulge protruding low on his stomach.
Hizashi shifted his hand from Shouta’s ass to run his thumb over the bulge, pressing on it, and Shouta moaned as he felt the way it moved the cock inside him. His own erection looked small in comparison, especially when Hizashi wrapped his hand around it and was able to hold all of him, root to tip. He squeezed Shouta once, and a full-body shudder ran through him as he tried to process everything he was feeling all at once.
It was as if every bit of him belonged to Hizashi.
He pressed his own palm against the bulge in his stomach, and Hizashi gave a pleased growl, shifting his grip to grab onto Shouta’s waist with both hands, lifting him up slowly. Shouta flailed out with his arms, grabbing onto Hizashi’s shoulders, his feet planted as best they could on the futon; but Hizashi was the one moving him. He looked down, watching the bulge move lower down on his abdomen, then rising back up again as Hizashi slowly seated him fully once more.
“Oh gods,” Shouta breathed, watching as Hizashi did it again, not even bothering to question how Hizashi had the strength to move him like he was a toy, up and down on his tremendous cock.
“You,” Hizashi said, leaning in to lick up Shouta’s neck, sliding one hand down to press Shouta’s ass closer against him while the other slid up to support the length of his back, “Are the most amazing human I have ever encountered.” Shouta could only whimper as Hizashi moved him so that Shouta’s cock was pressed between their stomachs.
“Please,” Shouta begged, “Hizashi.”
“You don’t even understand what you’re asking for, do you?” Hizashi purred as he started moving, shifting his stance so he could thrust into Shouta while keeping his body pinned against him. Shouta could feel the bulge of Hizashi’s cock moving between them with every thrust that threatened to split him open. He’d never imagined feeling so full, so owned, so taken even while he was desperate to give every bit. He wanted all of it and more. He knew damn well what he was asking for.
“You.” It was the only response Shouta could give. Hizashi snarled and ducked his head to once again latch his mouth onto Shouta’s neck, and Shouta could feel him sucking a dark bruise, sharp teeth scraping against his skin while he fucked into him. He wondered if Hizashi had broken the skin. He hoped so.
With a huff, Hizashi leaned Shouta back, putting space between their chests and shifting the angle of their hips so that Shouta’s cock stood up in between them, no longer getting any contact. It bobbed in the air as Hizashi thrust his hips and moved Shouta in order to fuck him, shallow movements that still had Shouta gripping Hizashi’s arms to hold himself steady as he watched it all happen.
“One last offering,” Hizashi commanded, and Shouta understood. He grabbed a hold of his cock, his hand hot where it had been touching Hizashi’s skin, and started jerking himself off. He moved fast and hard, desperate to give everything to Hizashi. His breath came in short hiccups as Hizashi slammed into him over and over, jarring impacts that he had no choice but to ride out while everything inside him coiled tighter and tighter.
When the tension snapped, Shouta’s back arched and he came hard, Hizashi’s name on his tongue, his lips, filling his mouth and lungs just as deeply as Hizashi’s cock was filling the rest of him. He jerked helplessly in Hizashi’s grip as wave after wave of pleasure and release washed through him.
“Shouta,” Hizashi growled, pulling him up flush against his body and slamming him down tight against his hips as hot fluid pulsed into him. Hizashi’s hips jerked a few more times, grinding against Shouta as if trying to push his spend even deeper inside before both of them finally grew still.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing gradually slowing to something deep and even. Shouta bit his lip as Hizashi slowly eased them down onto their sides, allowing Shouta to keep one leg slung over his hip. It seemed that neither of them were ready for Hizashi to fully withdraw yet, even as his massive cock began to soften.
“Stay,” Shouta said. For the first time since he’d spotted Hizashi on the dance floor, he felt clear headed, as if a fog was lifting. The pressing need he’d been feeling ebbed away, leaving only a calm certainty that he didn’t want Hizashi to go.
“For a while,” Hizashi said. His eyes were green again, his skin pink and flushed, with only a hint of shimmer.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” Shouta offered, even as he wondered if Hizashi ate food like a human.
“I won’t be hungry for a long time after tonight,” Hizashi said. He sighed and carefully propped himself up on his elbow. “Sweetheart,” he said, sounding almost sad, “You won’t remember this in the morning. Maybe a few hazy images, like trying to remember a dream. Just a sore ass and the notion that you must have had quite a time.” He looked down and traced his fingers over Shouta’s arm. “And that’s the better alternative. The few people who do remember… well, once the passion wears off, all you’ll be left with is shame and regret.” Hizashi looked him in the eye. “I don’t want that for you.”
“Too bad,” Shouta said. Whatever power had kept Shouta immobilized earlier seemed to be gone now, so he was going to take full advantage. He rolled Hizashi onto his back and straddled him, the sheer size of Hizashi’s dick managing to keep it inside him through the movement as Shouta sat up tall. “I don’t regret this,” he said, rolling his hips. “I don’t want to forget.”
“I don’t have much control over it anyway,” Hizashi said, gazing up at Shouta with a bemused expression on his face. “It’s a matter of my biology. Most people don’t even remember my name thirty seconds after I tell it to them, and whatever encounter we have is forgotten before they even find their friends and head home for the night. Some of them take a little longer, but…”
“I remember,” Shouta said. “I remember your name. I remember spotting you in the crowd and everything else that came after. I remember an offer to fuck on the dance floor, which I want a chance to take you up on when my busybody friend isn’t around. I’m not forgetting you.” He narrowed his eyes, glaring down as Hizashi looked up at him curiously. “How many times have you let someone get a glimpse of the real you?”
“Not many,” Hizashi admitted quietly, running his hands up Shouta’s thighs. He quirked an eyebrow, smirking up at Shouta for a moment before sitting up swiftly and rolling them so Shouta was once again on his back, legs wrapped around Hizashi’s waist. Hizashi gave a dark chuckle and tapped Shouta’s thigh, a wordless request to release his hold. Shouta hesitated, and Hizashi’s smile softened.
“I’m not going anywhere yet,” he promised, and Shouta reluctantly unhooked his ankles, planting his feet on either side of Hizashi. With a hiss and a groan, Hizashi eased his cock out of Shouta.
Shouta shivered at the sensation of emptiness, hating it.
“Waste not, want not,” Hizashi said, drawing Shouta’s attention away from his ass and up towards his chest and stomach where Hizashi began licking Shouta’s drying come off of him. The heat of his tongue left Shouta feeling warm, but there was no fresh spark of arousal, no haze clouding his mind. It just felt… nice.
“C’mere,” Shouta said, tugging Hizashi’s arm to get him to lay down next to him. “Do you sleep?”
“Less than humans do,” Hizashi said slowly, “But yeah.”
“Stay. In the morning, you’ll see. I’ll remember, and we’ll figure things out.”
“Sweetheart-”
“No arguing,” Shouta said, leaning in to press a kiss to Hizashi’s lips. “Stay with me, Hizashi.”
“Ok, Shouta,” Hizashi whispered. “For tonight… I’ll stay.”
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