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Clear was surprisingly easy to fluster for someone who had so much audacity. Aoba had noticed it the moment he came back from repairs.
Sure, a part of it was his insecurity but he was so bad at taking compliments Aoba just had to push his limits a bit.
That brought them here. They had planned just a very casual date night of sorts, Aoba coming to Black Needle to meet with Clear. He had gotten the job quite easily after Mizuki was sent home from the hospital. He did have a good handle on foodstuff... And as much as Aoba hated to say it, out of jealousy mostly, Clear's face brought in customers. God forbid someone flirt with him though, it went over his head.
Clear was quite busy with orders but any chance he got, he would stop to talk to Aoba. As soon as he got a chance, he stopped in front of Aoba for good.
"I'm so sorry Aoba-san, it seems you came right during rush hour..." Clear was apologetic, leaning over the counter.
"It's good that you're such a diligent worker." Aoba hummed, knowing he would get a reaction out of it. He wasn't sadistic by no means but...his dear partner was so cute he couldn't resist.
Clear flushed slightly, standing up straighter. "Thank you- I'm really just doing my job, though." He said, glancing away.
Aoba left it at that, for now.
A few more customers came in, a couple of them obviously trying to flirt with Clear, who was completely oblivious to it. Aoba may have accidentally given them a dirty look, because soon enough Clear came over to ask. "Do you have some bad blood with them? Should I kick them out?" He spoke in a hushed tone, leaning over the counter again to speak closer to Aoba's ear. Aoba felt his face warm at the closeness but shook his head. "No, no. Don't worry." Aoba spoke.
Clear nodded.
During his shift, Clear was showered with compliments, but the only ones that really hit him were Aoba's. Things like 'you know, you're really handsome in your uniform'.
By the end of the shift he was weirdly stiff.
As they walked towards home, Aoba brought it up. "Is something wrong, Clear?" Clear began fumbling with his hands. "It's just...you've been acting a little strangely. I'm kind of left anticipating for something to happen... Not in a bad way!" He explained, stumbling over his words.
"Anticipating, huh?" Aoba wondered aloud. He did feel a little mischievous. "Mm. Granny's not home today, you know?" He continued, looking at Clear's flushed red face. "She's..not?" He croaked, feeling his throat go dry. The tension was affecting him a little TOO much now.
Aoba leaned in, knowing there was no one nearby, whispering into his ear. "Are you aroused yet?"
This broke Clear's patience, as he scooped Aoba up to rush home, taking the rooftops. Aoba felt the thrill in the bottom of his stomach, alongside the arousal of winding up his boyfriend so much.
It was incredible how fast Clear moved, gently setting Aoba back on his feet on his own balcony. Taking off their shoes there and going inside, Aoba could feel his own resolve weaken.
Not only that, but the voice he knew to be his power's was suddenly incredibly loud, telling him to switch. Ren, powered off as he was, was set on his designated pillow.
There was no headache so Aoba shook his head and locked in on Clear.
Gently pushing him on the bed to sit, Aoba straddled him.
"You're so cute." He spoke, caressing Clear's cheek. Clear shivered, doing his best to not buck his hips up. "Aoba-san..." Clear whined, as his boyfriend caressed his sides. Circling a finger at his hip, Aoba made sure to be slow and methodical. Clear wouldn't move unless it was absolutely necessary, and especially not if Aoba hadn't willed it by sitting on him. "My gorgeous," a kiss was placed on his cheek, "beautiful," his neck, "and sweet boy." and a final one at his collarbone. Licking his lips, Aoba raised his head to look at Clear's face.
It was magnificent, his face was painted red and his expression told Aoba he was clearly aroused. He could feel it too, though. Grinding down slightly resulted in Clear grabbing Aoba by the hips. "Haa- Aoba-san...please stop teasing me..?" Clear's sentence became a question as Aoba began stripping off his coat and headphones, throwing them on the ground.
"Aoba-san?"
It was not. At some point, control had been relinquished to Sly, a part of Aoba that Clear didn't know too well. He did love all of Aoba, though, so this was no exception. The only indicator was actually his expression.
"Please just drop the honorific already, it's getting annoying." Sly rolled his eyes, grinding his hips down harder. Clear moaned, but shook his head. "I can't- It's not proper...so! Ah!" Clear gasped as Sly stuck his hand into his hair and pulled.
Clear looked betrayed but Sly didn't let him pout for long, kissing him almost aggressively, quickly escalating it to full on making out.
Clear obviously enough didn't fight it, keeping his hands on Sly's hips. Sly pulled away with an obscene sound. "Ugh, pull on my hair a little, would you?" "Eh??? Wouldn't that hurt?" Clear looked shocked. Sly smiled. "That's the point, dumbass. Just do it, I'll make it worth your while, yeah?" He huffed, lifting Clear's hand to his head. Clear gently took hold of the longer hairs, admiring them in his hand, and then adjusted his hold to support the back of Aoba's, no, Sly's head.
Diving back in, Sly looked at Clear's desperate expression, his eyes were closed and teary. Then it happened. Clear accidentally pulled on his hair. Yanked, even, not hard enough to pull his head back but just enough for the white-hot pleasure to spread from his scalp downwards.
He moaned into Clear's mouth, his grinding stopping for just a moment before getting even more aggressive. Clear pulled again, noting the positive reactions.
"Pwah- please- stop for a moment. I can't get my work clothes dirty..." Clear pulled away after remembering he was still in uniform, pushing Sly away gently. "Fine. Be quick about it or they're gonna be staying on with whatever I'll do to you." Sly huffed, feeling Aoba pulling back for a moment. He had to be relatively nice or it was back to the back seat with him.
As soon as Sly got off of him, Clear yanked off his uniform and pants, not even having time to fold and set them down before he was pushed back down. He was now in his underwear while his blue haired lover had only taken his outermost layer off.
How unfair.
"Could...could you also take something off...?" Clear asked, pulling on Sly's shirt. "Later. Lie down." Sly ordered, and Clear did as asked, feeling exposed to the predator-like gaze on him. Sly opened his belt and unzipped his pants, pulling down his underwear just enough to be able to release his dick. It was already leaking, dripping on Clear's exposed skin. "Aoba-san...please..." Clear spoke without thinking.
Clear had gained somewhat of an oral fixation. Aoba's dick was just the perfect size for his mouth, poking into his throat just a little. Not that it mattered, he didn't gag anyway. But the feeling was probably enough to make Clear cum without touching himself. Sly also seemed to know this, raising his hips off of Clear only to sit on his chest. He could take it.
Clear opened his mouth without a word spoken, the dick just out of reach. Gently, he grabbed Sly's hips and pulled him forward. Sly didn't have any of this, grabbing Clear's head and plunging his dick in all the way into his mouth. Clear's strangled moan was all he needed to hear to start his attack's second phase.
"God, you're so good- Such a good boy, Clear." He moaned, thrusting shallowly into Clear's mouth. Clear shook under him, face buried into Aoba's crotch.
Sly cackled to himself, pulling Clear's hair just a little bit.
"It's like you were made for this-" Sly was cut off by a whorish moan, his hips stuttering. "Oh fffuck- Do that again, you're so good- So so good-" Sly babbled as Clear swallowed around him, using his tongue to the best of his ability. His fingernails dug into Aoba's unmarred skin just a little, making crescent moon shapes all across his thighs.
Clear moaned at the unending praise that Sly spouted, and having his hair pulled did not help. He could cum at any moment now, his dick twitching, still trapped in his underwear.
"Ah, Clear. Go ahead and cum for me- You're doing so good~" Sly drooled, his thrusts becoming sloppier. Clear gripped on for dear life, as his hips bucked and he came without any stimulation. It was intense, but somehow incredibly unsatisfying. Clear moaned around Sly's dick, which quickly resulted in bitter liquid filling his mouth up and overflowing. "Oh fuck yes yes YES-!" Sly yelped, whimpering as he came. His thighs shook violently before be was finally able to stabilize himself enough to pull out of Clear's mouth and sit back on his chest.
"Ha- hahaha, you really did cum from praise alone." Sly giggled to himself, looking behind him at the very obvious wet patch on Clear's underwear.
Clear himself looked absolutely wrecked, despite still being hard. The cum that overflowed from his mouth was beginning to dribble down his neck and jaw. He swallowed loudly, wiping whatever he felt on his hands and licking it off. This almost caught Sly off guard.
"Is it tasty?" He asked, sliding his hips backwards to Clear's lap again. "Mm. Anything of yours is." Clear answered, his voice a little hoarse from the penetration.
"Oh yeah? Just wait till you get what's in store next." Sly cooed, getting off of Clear to grab something from the drawers. Lube?
It was lube.
While he was up, Sly undressed the rest of himself, and tied his hair up. "I'd hate for this to get in the way." He explained, pointing to his hair. Clear smiled, moving backwards on the bed to accommodate Sly between his legs as he approached. "Oh, good boy, how clever." Sly spoke, moving to yank off Clear's underwear and raising Clear's legs and pushing them to his chest. Clear caught on quickly and wrapped his arms to hold them.
Sly was still holding his more-or-less soiled underpants. "Haha, wow. You came so much. What a waste." Sly spoke, before (to Clear's horror), bringing them to his mouth. Making a show of licking off Clear's spend from the underwear, Clear scrambled to sit up. Sly raised an eyebrow and pushed him back down while continuing his "meal".
"Please, don't- that's dirty! Aoba-san!" He whined, sounding like he would cry any second now. "It literally isn't though. Calm down." Sly remarked, lightly hitting Clear's behind for emphasis. Clear's breath was caught in his throat at the motion. They did not need to explore that one more today, there was already a lot on Clear's plate.
"Aha, it tastes like you. It's no longer completely flavorless." Sly spoke, suckling on the wet spot.
Clear's tears were at a critical point, ready to fall at any moment. "That- that's probably because of- of what I've consumed. Please take them out of your mouth Aoba-san it's not-" "Safe? Clear I frankly don't care." Sly slapped his taint again. Clear moaned softly at the stinging sensation, the tears rolling down despite him not actually being hurt or too badly humiliated.
"Haha, cute." Sly hummed, throwing the now even more soiled underwear on the floor. Picking up the lube to drench his own fingers, he eased one into Clear without warming it up. Although he was quite sure Clear probably had a self-lubrication system he did not want to be kicked out by Aoba mid sex. Clear shivered, gasping for breath. It was less because of stimulation and more because he wasn't expecting it.
Once he was one finger deep, Sly aimed up where he remembered his prostate residing. It should be the same with Clear... "Ah! Please don't- That's-" Clear's legs flailed, miraculously missing Sly's head. He found it. "Keep your legs in check." He scolded, pulling his finger out. "Yes- I'm sorry." Clear sounded pathetic to Sly's ears. In a good way.
Pushing back in with two fingers now, Clear could feel a bit more of a strain on his insides. It was good, reminded him that he was alive. He let out soft gasps as Sly's fingers fucked into him with a surprising gentleness. He wasn't exactly patient prepping him, but there was a thoroughness there that guaranteed Sly wanted him to be fully prepped and ready for him. A sweet sentiment, really.
Spreading his fingers, Sly noted that Clear had loosened up quicker than thought. "You're nearly ready for me huh, such a good boy." He spoke, grinding his fingers on his prostate for emphasis. "A-ah! Aoba-san please don't- I want you in-" Clear's voice was a sweet and high pitched whine at this point, his cock beginning to leak again.
Sly decided on one more finger. Then he would wreck this man.
Slipping in the final finger, Sly roughly thrusted his fingers in and out, basically fingerfucking his sweet (and loud) partner.
Clear's voice was heavenly, Sly had to admit. He was basically made for this. If he had the time to, he would record the sounds and play them back through his headphones every night. Too bad he didn't have many chances to slip into fronting.
Pulling his fingers free and wiping them on the sheets (those would dirty anyway) Sly admired his handywork. Clear's body, drenched in sweat and flushed in places thought unimaginable, was shaking from the stimulation.
"You think you're ready?" Sly asked, lining his dick up with Clear's hole. "Mmn, yes, please." "Good boy." Sly whispered before slipping in with a moan.
Clear shuddered, finally letting go of his legs and wrapping them around Sly's waist. "I'm so full..." He sighed, laying a hand on top of his stomach. It was mostly for show considering Sly was unfortunately not large enough to make a bulge there. Not by staying still at least. "Oh yeah? I'll fill you up even more." Sly growled, feeling Clear tighten up on him. Waiting only a few seconds more, Clear was the first to grind back on Sly, causing the other to pull out nearly all the way and thrust back in with a slick sound.
"H-ah!! Fuck, you feel so good Clear-" Sly trembled, basically clawing at Clear's hips from how hard he gripped on. Clear was not much quieter, whimpering at the feeling of Sly's dick protruding from beneath his hand.
"Thank you- mngh- thank you thank you!" Clear moaned and babbled as Sly fucked into him. "I wish- ugh- I wish I could stay buried inside you forever-" Sly struggled with his words, the force of his own thrusts making his legs shake. Damn this body of his. Aoba didn't move enough for him to keep this up. He pulled out quickly.
"Shit- hold on." He gasped for air, body nearly collapsing on the floor. He would've, but Clear caught him quickly. He was feeling a bit lightheaded.
"If you're not feeling it... Would you like to...switch?" Clear panted, his gentle tone aggravating Sly. But he couldn't keep up with his own speed.
So he laid down where Clear was just a moment ago, quickly prepping himself. Clear was not sure if his speedy fingering would even suffice considering his impressive size but...he didn't have any room to deny his lover. As soon as he was ready, Clear scooped him up on his lap again, pushing his back against the wall and pushed in.
As he thought, it was a little too tight. But Sly seemed to enjoy it that way, holding onto Clear's shoulders and making noise loud enough to wake up an entire household. Thank god Tae was away.
"Fffuck Clear- you're so big..." Sly laughed with a glint in his eye, showing Clear he was indeed doing something right.
"I know exactly what Aoba sees in you- shit, ah! You're- you're the whole damn package. It's such a shame you're too scared to hurt him to bring him maximum pleasure- haha!" Sly spoke, laughing at himself moaning midway through his words. Clear didn't take it personally, knowing the nature of this personality. "How's so? What would you change?" He asked out of curiosity, pausing his thrusts and holding Sly completely still.
"Oh fuck. Ah, I mean you never mark him- And the hair thing? There's not much feeling in it. Just fucking pull it." Sly spoke, a little shocked at how firm Clear's grip on him was. Clear looked thoughtful for a moment before gently lifting Sly along the wall, so he could be on his knees supporting him against the wall. Both of Sly's legs were pinned to his chest, his arms busy with balancing himself on Clear's shoulders.
"I'm...I'm not sure about the hair pulling part but...mn- Would this suffice?" He asked, and even though Sly wasn't lifted very high up, he felt a bit dizzy about Clear's show of power. They only had like, what, 5 cm of height difference, yet Clear was able to carry him like he was half as tall.
"It's fine, just fuck me already." Sly spoke, unable to drop himself on Clear's hips now. "As you wish!" Clear smiled, restarting his gentle pace as he kissed Sly's throat and jawline.
Sly felt warm, loved. Not something he enjoyed but the way Clear's humongous dick rearranged his insides sure helped. Whoever designed it was clearly fucked up. Or a genius.
Clear noticed Sly's lack of response and sped up, softly sucking and biting a mark on his shoulder, right where it would be hidden with his shirt on. He wouldn't probably last for very long, considering their earlier switch. Sly was already leaking precum again, twitching. It was adorable.
Clear wished he could've put it back in his mouth but in this position it wouldn't work out.
"Fas...faster Clear- Please be a good boy for me and go faster-" Sly moaned, the throbbing in his dick getting ridiculous. Clear switched to holding his legs and body up with just one hand, the other going to his dick, swiping his thumb across the head while roughly thrusting into Sly's ass with a ruthless pace. "Please- let me be your good boy, Aoba-san. I want to be good for you. So good...!" Clear mumbled, whatever coming out of his mouth was complete nonsense to himself as well.
Sly's voice raised as Clear's hand came in to play, feeling his orgasm approaching at alarming speeds. "Shit- Clear I'm gonna cum- I'm gonnacum I'mgonnacumI'mgonnacum I can't-" Sly shook like a leaf, cumming with a honest-to-god impressive force, hitting himself and Clear in the face and chest. Clenching down throughout his whole orgasm, he brought Clear into orgasm as well.
With a long whine, Clear bit into his shoulder and came deep inside. (Unintentionally.)
Laying Sly down on the bed, Clear had to take a breather. He was still shaking from the force of his own orgasm, this time satisfying him completely.
"Aoba-san. I'm going to get a wash cloth." He announced, speaking softly to the man. But before he could leave the bed, Sly's hand grabbed his. "Don't. Don't go just yet. Stay with me until...until he comes back." He sounded desperate, and of course there was nothing Clear could say aside from "Of course." He wiped the worst of their mess with the discarded pair of underwear, just so if they fell asleep Sly, or Aoba, wouldn't wake up with dried up cum on him.
Aoba woke up with a start, to new sheets, new clothes and a sleeping Clear. He felt clean and fresh. He had only a small idea of what had gone on, but he felt like he had missed out on something important.
Thankfully, that could wait until the next morning.