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Chigiri and Kunigami have been together for a long time, now moving into their first apartment and working hard with their football teams. Living together was nice, having late dinners just the two. Or the nights when they cuddled up with each other watching a random film on Netflix—it was perfect for them.
But what else was perfect was the sex for both, they would do it anywhere around the apartment, the living room, the bedroom, obviously, and the kitchen, sometimes they even risked it one time with chigiri against the window while kunigami fucked him at the back,
Hopefully, no one saw because it was late at night.
But what kunigami specially loved when chigiri got into hes heats the times when he practically asked to be fucked in the ass 100 times, when hes on his knees sucking at kunigami big dick after a long day and begs him to cum all over his face. Or when kunigami comes home or gets out the shower and chigiri is out on the bed, ass up and everything chigiri would even dress up sometimes such as maid dresses, cat stuff with skirts, lingerie.
Even when they finished, they cuddled up against each other, skin to skin, feeling each other’s breath against each other, with their chests too.
It was everything for them.
But there was one night when Kunigami came home tired but too tired for even sex, but Chigiri wasn’t tired, he was waiting for Kunigami that whole time on the sofa, lying down and waiting for his loving boyfriend, he was in heat again.
“Hey baby!!” Chigiri got up immediately when he heard the door open. He ran over to Kunigami, who looked like he had been through it. “Hello darling,” Kunigami brought Chigiri into a big warm hug while chucking down his bag to the ground.
“I’ve been waiting for you all day~” Chigiri purrs right into Kunigami’s chest. Kunigami blushes, but he couldn’t tonight. “Darling, you know how much I love you, but I can’t tonight. I’m sorry, I’ve had a rough night”.
Chigiri looked up at him and whined a bit, “Awh baby that’s okay we can always go another night,” chigiri hugged him more tightly and smiled, kunigami sighed in relief that chigiri wasn’t mad, he did feel bad for him but he couldn’t his coach had tireder the fuck out of him with drills and no breaks.
But also the feeling that he couldn’t resist, chigiri had been wearing a light night gown and ready to be fucked, but he didn’t give in the two instead enjoyed a nice dinner of chigiri homemade pizza, and cuddled and watched a movie chigiri had fallen asleep and kunigami carried him back to bed.
The pair cuddled together at night close to each other, but later on at the night chigiri had woken up and had felt a wet warm sensation down at his dick, he turn to look over to see kunigami broad back muscles, chigiri sniffed his eyes felt watery he didn’t know what was going on, till he realized he was in heat again he didn’t know why it was happening now again.
But also the feeling that he couldn’t resist, chigiri had been wearing a light night gown and ready to be fucked, but he didn’t give in the two instead enjoyed a nice dinner of chigiri homemade pizza, and cuddled and watched a movie chigiri had fallen asleep and kunigami carried him back to bed.
He didn’t know anything right now his head was a mess, he felt so horny maybe it was because him and kunigami didn’t have sex? But the two have gone through a day when he was in heat and didn’t have sex, god none of this matter right now he fucking horny as hell.
He moved over to his side to face kunigami back he could hear him snoring lightly his chest slowly go up and down, their room was kinda dark there was light coming through the blinds, chigiri thought about it more if he should wake kunigami up, he looked so peaceful and he did say he wanted to sleep.
Chigiri decided to deal with it himself he slowly put his hand down his shorts, and felt his cock he shivered at the feeling he slowly started moving his hand up an down his cock he was sensitive, he whimpered to the feeling he normally wouldn’t do this it was kunigami normally who would when they would have sex.
Or when he was alone and missing kunigami and when kunigami wasn’t there for him to do it, he would be on their bed normally wearing one of Kunigami’s shirts which was way too big for him, and he would be curled on their bed jerking off imagining kunigami fucking him.
But now kunigami was there but he didn’t wanna wake him up and annoy him to just fuck chigiri begging ass who was in heat, chigiri kept jerking at his dick speeding up he covered up his mouth to hold back his moans, “ngh~” chigiri couldn’t hold it back anymore and let out a shaky moan, his eyes widen quickly and he stops for a breve moment to make sure he didn’t wake up kunigami.
He heard Kunigami still snoring and sighs in relief, he continues back to jerking off but it wasn’t enough for him he needed more he removes his hand from his begging red cock and moves down to his asshole, he didn’t care if he had no prep he just needed something to fill him up, he shoves one finger in him yelping quietly.
Thrusting slowly with the finger in his ass, his eyes start to water up due to the sensation of his slim finger wasn’t enough he shoves another one in, the pleasure felt so good he starts thrusting with both fingers, he let out another moan out with his other hand still covering his mouth, he moved over so he wasn’t facing kunigami so hopefully he wouldn’t hear his slutty moans.
He keeps this speed up till he gets fed up he wanted more something bigger and thicker, he wanted Kunigamis fat cock, he loved kunigamis cock he loved it when he sucked it when giving blowjobs to kunigami after a long day and how sometimes kunigami would squirt his cum all over his face, or when kunigami would fuck his little asshole when he was bad boy, kunigami would hold back chigiris arms and pound the the fuck out of him.
Chigiri couldn’t resist it anymore he needed Kunigamis dick so badly, he was ravenous for attention, like a kitten that never felt full. He pulled out his wet fingers from his ass he whined a bit from the loss, but he turned around to see kunigami sleeping on his back now.
Perfect.
Chigiri ducked under the bed sheets and pulled Kunigami’s shorts down. He and Kunigami talked about giving each other pleasure while the other one is asleep; they didn’t mind unless they were mad at each other. Chigiri giggled and nuzzled against kunigamis half hard dick, kunigami hitched his breathe.
Chigiri finally pulled down kunigamis boxers and out sprang his hard cock, chigiri stuck his tongue out drooling for his dick he was in love with.
He licked the side of kunigamis hard red throbbing cock, giving kitten licks at the start he could hear kunigami groan, chigiri grinned in delight he took kunigami dick into his mouth finally, sucking him off slowly not wanting to rush this he wanted to take every moment of this, he could hear kunigami groans and moans becoming louder.
He continue sucking him off he could feel kunigami dick twitch inside his mouth, chigiri tucked back his hair behind his ear a bit encase it got caught, he moaned to the taste of kunigami he tasted good so sweet and tasty, Hearing more of kunigami moans and groans coming from above of him.
While being busy sucking kunigami dick off chigiri didn’t notice him starting to wake up, kunigami slowly starts to wake up his body felt something warm n wet as he starts to wake up more, he turns to see chigiri is missing and pulls up the covers.
And low and behold he saw his loving boyfriend sucking him off while he was asleep, chigiri eyes widen when he saw kunigami lift the covers and see him be a wake, he quickly stops and takes kunigami dick out of his mouth.
“Kuni!… I’m sorry I-I-I just got my heat again and i missed your di-” before could he finish kunigami shoved him back down with his hand, “No.. Keep going darling, you need this.” chigiri was in shock for a moment but then he smirked and continue to suck.
“God baby your so good with your mouth..” groaned throwing his head back, chigiris hot mouth slurping on kunigamis dick, using his hand to guide him up and down, kunigami twitched again inside chigiris mouth.
Soon enough, Kunigami spilled his seed inside chigiris mouth, chigiri pulled back and opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out, showing his mouth was filled with his warm cum.
He closed his mouth and swallowed the sweet warm cum, chigiri giggled as he climbed onto kunigamis lap and straddled him, “You poor baby, you had to deal with your heat alone?” kunigami cradled chigiris face with his hands, and pulled him into a deep sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue deep into chigiris mouth.
Chigiri moaned grinding down on kunigami dick, chigiri lifted himself slightly and took off his shorts. Kunigami smirked at the sight of Chigiri and quickly lifted himself and swapped their positions. Chigiri was below, and Kunigami was on top.
Kunigami grinned he was sweating as hell, chigiri was breathing heavily he moved his legs up to his chest practically begging to be fucked, “Move onto your stomach baby, I wanna fuck you so hard right now.”
Chigiri giggled and complied and turned over to his stomach, and lifted his ass a bit and wiggled it for kunigamis fat cock. Kunigami shoved his dick right into chigiris ass without a warning, chigiri screamed a bit when kunigami shoved his dick in.
Chigiri whimpering adjusted to kunigamis dick, kunigami grinned “You ready, my love?” asked leaning down into chigiris ear, “Y-yes daddy” chigiri stuttered as kunigami started roughly thrusting into chigiris tight hole.
Kunigami pounding hard and deep into chigiris ass, skin slapping heard across the whole room, chigiri letting out his slutty moans they were so loud but they didnt care it was late at night so no one should be up.
Chigiri dug his hands into the bed sheets till his knuckles turned white. The pleasure was building up, Kunigami groaned, and moved his head down into Chigiri’s ear.
“Im close are you?” kunigami slurred into chigris nibbling at his earlobe, “Y-yes FUCK!! right there!!” Chigiri screamed when Kunigami grabbed and dug his nails into chigiris waist, and slammed into his good spot.
Soon enough the pair both came kunigami spilled his seed once again into chigiris ass, while chigiri spilled all over the bed sheets. The pair were both out of breath.
Chigiri was still not done.
“Pull out. Now.” Chigiri turned abruptly, his voice sharp and cold. Kunigami blinked, caught off guard. “W-what?” He didn’t argue. He didn’t push back. Still confused by Chigiri’s sudden shift, Kunigami backed off, unsure why he was acting this way.
Chigiri grinned and quickly shoved kunigami back onto the bed and scrambled onto his lap, chigiri put his hands on kuigamis chest to look down and see Kunigami’s cute little face, which was still kinda in shock.
Of what just happened “Awh, did you think you were gonna be in charge here and have all the fun.” chigiri stroked Kunigami’s face, “Uh..m-maybe.” Kunigami blushed looking away, Chigiri smirked and kissed Kunigami’s sweet face.
“My turn” chigiri giggled and lifted himself and slammed back down onto kunigamis fat cock again, chigiri whimpered again throwing his head back, “fuck..” kunigami hissed under his breathe.
Chigiri lifted himself up a bit and started bouncing, letting out his loud moans again, and the bed started to creak.
The pleasure started building up again chigiri dug his nails into kunigamis chest, his tits bouncing up and down. Kunigami grabbed onto chigiris waist and dug his nails into Chigiri’s groaned.
Chigiri started speeding up,, " sticking out his tongue and rolling back his eyes, “Oh FUCK!!”
Chigiri moved and found his sweet spot. Kunigami was moaning loudly was him beneath him.
Kunigami spilled his cum in chigiris ass again, chigiri squirted all over kunigamis abs and chest. They the both sweating and out of breath they sat there for a second to catch their breath.
After a few slow seconds, Kunigami gently pulled out, mindful of Chigiri’s soft wince. Chigiri let out a small, disappointed whimper at the loss, pressing his forehead against Kunigami’s chest as if trying to hold onto the feeling a little longer. Kunigami didn’t say anything at first—he just gathered Chigiri in his arms, guiding him to sit on his lap, skin against skin, heartbeats in sync.
He held him like something precious—like something already his, but never taken for granted. The world outside their window was still, the room dimly lit, scented with heat and skin and something uniquely theirs.
“You okay?” Kunigami murmured, brushing a few strands of Chigiri’s sweat-damp hair behind his ear. He pressed a kiss to his forehead, slow and warm, like he’d done a thousand times before.
Chigiri nodded, resting his cheek on Kunigami’s shoulder, his breath brushing soft against his neck. “Mhm. Just a little sore.” His voice was quiet, full of affection, familiar and safe. “But I’m good. Better now.”
Kunigami smiled against his skin. “Good. I didn’t mean to go so hard,” he said, wrapping his arms around Chigiri’s waist and holding him closer, like he could fold them into one shape and never let go.
“You didn’t,” Chigiri replied, lifting his head slightly to look at him. His eyes were soft, pink hair falling around his face like a curtain. “You were perfect.”
A silence settled again, but it wasn’t empty—it pulsed with something warm, something known. Chigiri traced his fingers slowly along Kunigami’s chest, his touch lazy and affectionate, like he had all the time in the world.
“It’s kind of crazy,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath.
“What is?”
Chigiri smiled, eyes flicking up to meet his. “That even after all this time, you still make me feel like this. Like I’m falling for you all over again… every single night.”
Kunigami’s chest rose and fell beneath his touch, his eyes never leaving Chigiri’s. “You are,” he said, his voice low. “And I’m catching you every time.”
They leaned into each other, lips meeting in a kiss that wasn’t rushed or hungry—just theirs. Familiar. Full. It tasted like trust, like late nights and quiet love, like the unspoken promise that no matter how many times they fell, they’d always land together.
The rain began tapping against the windows, soft and rhythmic. Outside, the world kept turning—but inside their little universe, time slowed to a hush.
They stayed like that, wrapped up in the warmth of each other, their hearts speaking in touches and steady breaths. There was nothing left to prove.
Just love, already found, and still unfolding.
The rain outside had grown heavier, casting a gentle rhythm against the windows, like a lullaby only the night could hear. Their shared breath still lingered warm in the room, the scent of sweat and skin and love thick in the air.
Kunigami hadn’t let go of Chigiri—not since he’d pulled him back onto his lap and held him there, chest to chest, limbs tangled like vines. He could feel every subtle shift in Chigiri’s breathing, every twitch in his muscles, and he noticed. He always did.
“Still okay?” Kunigami asked again, even softer this time, his thumb drawing small circles on the bare skin of Chigiri’s lower back.
Chigiri nodded, then hesitated. “Just a little sore,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But it’s… the good kind. I promise.”
Kunigami kissed the crown of his head and held him tighter for a moment. “Let me take care of you, baby,” he murmured, brushing his fingers delicately over Chigiri’s spine. “You don’t have to move. I’ve got you.”
Chigiri sighed and nuzzled deeper into his chest, letting himself melt into the warmth of Kunigami’s hold. He didn’t want to move. Not from this.
Kunigami eventually shifted, strong arms lifting Chigiri effortlessly as he stood from the bed. Chigiri let out a soft, sleepy protest but didn’t resist—he trusted him completely.
Kunigami carried him to the bathroom, setting him gently on the edge of the tub as he turned on the warm water. He moved with that quiet, loving efficiency—like he’d done this before, like it was second nature to care for Chigiri after the intensity of what they shared.
“I love this part,” Chigiri said dreamily, watching him.
“What part?” Kunigami asked with a small grin as he tested the water with his hand.
“This. You… taking care of me after,” he said, voice slow and full of affection. “It’s like… I can still feel you all over me, but softer.”
Kunigami’s expression softened even more—eyes warm and full of something wordless. “That’s because I never really stop touching you, even when I’m not.”
He helped Chigiri into the tub, lowering him slowly into the steaming water before climbing in behind him. Chigiri leaned back against his chest immediately, moaning softly at the heat wrapping around his sore thighs and hips.
Kunigami grabbed a soft cloth and gently began to clean him—starting at his collarbone, then down his arms, his chest, taking his time. Every touch was reverent. It wasn’t about washing off—it was about worship. About presence.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against Chigiri’s ear, “and not just like this. Always.”
Chigiri turned his head slightly, enough to catch his eyes. “You always say that like you mean it.”
“That’s because I do,” Kunigami murmured, kissing his temple. “You’re not just someone I’m with, Hyo. You’re it for me.”
Chigiri blinked slowly, eyes glassy. “I know. I feel it.”
They stayed in the bath until the water cooled, until Chigiri’s legs stopped trembling and his body felt a little more like his own again. Kunigami helped him out, drying him off with a fluffy towel, patting his skin gently. No rush, no sharp movements—just soft, warm patience.
Back in bed, Kunigami pulled on a pair of boxers and helped Chigiri into one of his oversized hoodies. It hung low over his thighs, sleeves too long, the hem brushing against his skin like a secret. Chigiri climbed into bed and was immediately wrapped up in Kunigami’s arms again, his head tucked under his chin, his fingers laced with his.
The lamp cast a soft amber glow around the room as the storm rumbled outside. Kunigami reached over to pull the blanket higher around them and pressed his lips to Chigiri’s temple.
“I don’t ever want to go a night without holding you like this,” he whispered.
“You won’t have to,” Chigiri replied, voice sleepy but sure. “Even when we’re old and boring.”
Kunigami chuckled. “You’ll never be boring.”
They fell into a quiet hum, their bodies finding that perfect rhythm again—slow breathing, hearts syncing up like muscle memory. Chigiri tilted his face up and Kunigami kissed him softly, barely parting their lips, just holding him there in that moment.
“You know what I thought about earlier?” Chigiri whispered into the quiet.
“What?”
“How lucky I am. To be loved like this. To love you like this.”
Kunigami didn’t answer right away. He just pulled him closer, rested his forehead to Chigiri’s, and whispered, “You have no idea how lucky I feel. Every single night.”
Time drifted away around them.
The rain faded into white noise. Their breaths slowed. And even in sleep, they didn’t let go—not even for a second.
Morning After
The sun had barely begun to rise when Chigiri stirred. It wasn’t the light that woke him—it was the warmth. The kind that wrapped around him like a second skin. That steady, strong presence behind him. The slow, even breaths brushing the back of his neck.
He blinked lazily, his lashes brushing against his cheeks. Kunigami was still asleep, arm draped heavy over Chigiri’s waist, legs tangled with his under the blankets. The hoodie Chigiri had slept in was soft and oversized, smelling like Kunigami’s skin, like laundry and warmth and something safe.
Chigiri didn’t move. He didn’t want to. This was his favorite part of the day—the in-between, when the world hadn’t caught up yet and everything still felt like a secret only they got to share.
He shifted just slightly, enough to feel Kunigami’s grip tighten instinctively.
“Mm… you’re awake?” Kunigami’s voice was low and rough, barely awake.
Chigiri smiled and turned his head enough to meet his eyes. “Barely.”
Kunigami leaned forward and kissed his shoulder, letting his lips linger there for a moment. “How are you feeling?” he murmured.
Chigiri took a second to think. His body was still a little sore, but it was a good kind of ache—like a memory etched into his muscles. “Better,” he said honestly. “I think you healed me while I slept.”
Kunigami chuckled, pulling him tighter. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
They lay there for a few more minutes in silence. Kunigami buried his face in Chigiri’s hair, still half-asleep, breathing him in like he could live off it.
“Stay here today,” Chigiri whispered suddenly. “Don’t go to the gym. Don’t check your phone. Just… stay.”
Kunigami smiled against his skin. “You don’t even have to ask.”
They stayed like that until the sunlight turned gold. Kunigami finally rolled over and sat up, hair wild and eyes soft with sleep. He stretched, then glanced over his shoulder. “You hungry?”
Chigiri nodded, eyes still heavy with sleep. “Only if you make pancakes.”
Kunigami grinned. “You’re such a brat in the mornings.”
“But I’m your brat,” Chigiri said smugly, tugging on the hem of the hoodie like it proved his point.
Kunigami leaned down, kissed him slow and deep, fingers grazing his jaw. “Damn right you are.”
In the kitchen, Kunigami moved barefoot across the tile while Chigiri leaned against the doorway, watching him work—his back muscles flexing with each movement, hair still messy from sleep, shirtless under the morning light.
Chigiri’s heart felt full just looking at him. Not in the dramatic, cinematic kind of way—but in that quiet, this is real kind of way.
Like watching someone pour you coffee and realizing you never want to share mornings with anyone else.
Kunigami turned, plate in hand. “Two pancakes. One for each cheek.”
Chigiri burst out laughing. “You’re disgusting.”
“You love it,” Kunigami teased, setting the plate down and pulling him in by the hips. “You love me.”
Chigiri curled his arms around Kunigami’s waist, resting his cheek against his chest. “I really do,” he whispered, barely audible over the sizzle of the skillet and the hum of the fridge.
Kunigami kissed the top of his head. “Yeah. Me too. Every day, Hyo. Even when you steal the blanket. Even when your hair clogs the shower drain.”
Chigiri grinned into his chest. “You’re lucky I’m cute.”
“You’re not just cute,” Kunigami said, pulling back to look at him properly. “You’re everything.”
They ate pancakes on the couch, legs over each other’s, wrapped in the same blanket from the night before. They didn’t talk much. They didn’t need to.
Some loves are loud. Theirs was quiet, steady, like the slow rhythm of rain on windows or the hum of a record in the next room. It was there in the glances, the forehead kisses, the warmth of two hands linked under a blanket.
It was there in the way they didn’t rush. The way they looked at each other like this—this morning, this moment—was the whole world.
And maybe it was.