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Kaito knew dating Kokichi would be a pain in the ass. But did that stop him? Absolutely not.
Part of him liked the thrill of never guessing the boy’s next move, getting caught off guard by his energetic, childish behavior. Though, he usually takes back that statement when the little bastard irks him just right.
The couple had been together for almost a month, and they still haven’t had sex.
Not like Momota was some sex addict or anything, but fuck, he wanted it so bad.
They had gotten close to it, way too close, but then the purple haired boy would end up finishing him off in his hand instead of the preferred method, he knew how much Kaito wanted it, because of course he did. He wasted no time teasing him over it.
“Momo-chan wants to fuck my ass, huh?” The boy giggled, rubbing his butt against Momota’s needy bulge, up and down. So close. Why was he being tortured like this?
“Fuck, yes! You know that, you little shit!” He growled, his teeth gritted. He wanted nothing more than to take the boy right then and there but his stupid morals went against it.
“Awe… That’s too bad,” Ouma sighed with fake remorse, lifting his little body up from Kaito’s lap. Though the lack of contact didn’t last long, his slim waist being thoroughly gripped, big hands meeting at his belly button.
“Hey! Not faaair!” He whined, squirming as he’s placed back in his lap.
“If I can’t fuck your ass, I’m fucking something else,” the man groaned, moving Ouma’s hips for him, his giant bulge pressed up against him.
“You perv! Ungh, get your… Disgusting cock away from me!” His pathetic attempt at escape made it clear he didn’t mind all too much.
“Oh, would you rather me fuck your ass right now? Just comply, damnit! I need something!” He emphasizes that last part, his grip almost bruising.
“Wow… Momo-chan is so desperate! It’s kind of pathetic,” the supreme leader giggled, shifting himself so that his back is flush with Kaito’s chest, his clothed erection between petite thighs. God, this was driving him crazy. He bucked his hips, pushing his pants and boxers down eagerly. Kokichi remained clothed, but he couldn’t care less right now. He needed this. He thanked whatever god there was that his boyfriend was wearing shorts, his soft, tiny legs felt so fucking good he almost came right there.
“Fuuuck, ‘Ichi… ‘Feels so good,” He growled, his cock a burning red, warm and huge against Ouma’s silky skin, squeezed between his perfect thighs. It only took one of his hands to grip both legs, and pushing them up and down for the boy, who was amused by this whole thing.
“Sheeesh, you’re no better than a dog, Momota-chan!” He chirped, watching as his boyfriend’s huge dick went up and down between his legs, precum beading his tip and dribbling down onto milky skin.
“Shut up, you little!-“ the astronaut doesn’t finish his threat, the purple haired boy squeezed his thighs so perfectly, resulting in a gush of pre that made the boys skin sticky and slick, his cock sliding in and out almost aggressively. Kokichi giggled at the way it twitched against him.
“Is Momo-chan already close?” He teased, a loud groan from Kaito answered his question, thrusting like an animal in heat, his breath hot against Kokichi’s neck, coming out in heavy, desperate pants. Big hands groped his thighs as he moved, certain to leave bruises, but Ouma didn’t mind.
“I’m gonna fucking cum,” the man hissed, his face red and sweaty in overexertion. A pleased hum from Kokichi was enough to send him over the edge, his cum spurting all over his boyfriend’s little legs, knocking the breath out of him, he can’t remember the last time he came that hard.
The boy spread his legs a bit, purring at the sight of the sticky substance that oozed between them. “Momo came soo hard, just from my legs!” He smiled, he looked sickeningly innocent in comparison to the situation they were in.
“Jesus, your legs are covered in jizz,” Momota hadn’t expected such a huge load, but it looked amazing on his boyfriend’s skin. Even if it was practically the same creamy color.
“I’m all sticky now, jerk!” Kokichi complained, his fingers retrieving a glob of the stuff, making an even bigger mess, he played with it, strings of semen between his fingers and all over his palm, as if it was the first time he’s ever seen the substance.
“Gross,” Momota smirked, giving a scratchy kiss to his boyfriend’s neck, getting a whine in response. The boy wasn’t too fond of his beard against him.
“Quit it! And You’re gross!” Ouma retorted, wiping his wet, sticky hand against Kaito’s shirt, smearing jizz into the fabric without a care in the world.
“Dude! What the fuck?” Momota barked, but his aggravation just made the boy laugh, not caring at all about some stupid shirt.
Kokichi was such a pain in the ass.