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Every time a date or hookup went sour, Wumuti swore to himself, no more dating apps. No more trying, no more putting himself out there. If something comes to him, then that's great! But if not, no more chasing.
He can't help himself from swiping right on his current match, though. He looks so cute- definitely nerdy, if his glasses are anything to go by, but he can tell he's trying really hard to just look cool instead. He seems pretty fun judging by his bio and interests too, so all Wumuti can do is go along with it and hold his breath until the inevitable rejection.
It's been a few days of them talking already, and Wumuti has decided he really likes this boy. Talking to him feels the easiest thing he's ever done, there was never even an initial awkward phase- the boy, Haru, made sure all their conversations could go smoothly. He can't say he's surprised when Haru asks him out on a date, but the instinctive burst of excitement dies down quicker than any other time, instead replaced by a pool of dread in his gut. No matter the connection the previous times too, this is usually where people give up on him, or go along with it for reasons that make Wumuti's skin crawl when he recalls them.
Wumuti
>i want you to know i really am so so so excited for this, i promise
>i just need to tell you something first
>i'm trans
Haru! ^^
>okay!! :)
>so coffee on sat at 3pm?
The ‘I understand if this is a deal breaker for you and don't wanna go out anymore’ text is left half-typed on the message bar, and he can just blink at his phone in confusion. Was it… that easy? It certainly hadn't been all the previous times. If he didn't get unmatched or ghosted, he got a plain acknowledgement of it that didn't sound too pleased anyway. If he didn't even get that, it was negative reactions and threats. Was Haru not even going to ask questions? Nothing about his transition, about his surgeries or anything? Was that… not the norm? Wumuti always felt uncomfortable answering those questions, but if it was what he needed to do to be able to form a connection with anyone, he'd bite his tongue and do it. Still, he can't help but think this is too good to be true.
Wumuti
>isn't there.. anything else you'd wanna ask maybe?
Haru! ^^
>like what
>OH if i wear jorts to a first date are you gonna leave
The genuine little laugh that spills from Wumuti's lips at his text makes his heart swell with reassurance, with comfort. Maybe he does deserve this treatment, after all. Maybe he doesn't have to settle all the time. He has plenty of time to sit and ponder about this; for now, though, he just has to reassure Haru that he's free to wear anything his heart desires and sit and wait for Saturday to come.
And sure enough, Saturday does come sooner than expected. Wumuti tries to swallow down his nerves as he sits and waits for him at the café, though without much success. The nerves are what made him show up twenty-five minutes before the planned time, too. He's pulling at the sleeves of his sweater over his hands, a feeble attempt to keep himself from picking at his nails in anxiety, though it doesn't seem to work. He's right about in the middle of making a hangnail bleed when he sees a figure enter his line of vision. He lifts his head to face him, and is immediately endeared at the fact that Haru seems even smaller than what he had described himself as. So much prettier, too. Wumuti can't quite believe his luck. He gets up on shaky legs to greet his date, smile growing wider, but Haru's chirpy voice interrupts the ‘hi’ Wumuti's about to stutter out.
“Oh my God, you're so pretty!”
It sounds so honest, so excited, and it makes Wumuti break into a giggle, a pink dusting covering his cheeks already. “So the lack of filter translates to real life too, not just texting, huh?”
“I need to speak my mind at all times, I think you know that by now. My mom never quite enforced the ‘think before you speak’ with me.”
Wumuti could only stare in awe. How was it possible that even though they'd only been around each other for around twenty seconds, there wasn't even a moment of initial awkwardness? Haru sits down opposite from him after giving him a hug tighter than Wumuti had expected, but realises he doesn't mind after all.
“Why aren't you looking at the menu, are you not getting something?”
“Hm? Oh, no, I just already know I'm just getting an iced americano.”
“Oh my God, that's so lame. Where's the flavour in your life?!”
There's zero malice in Haru's tone, only his usual mischief, his teasing. It makes Wumuti giggle and roll his eyes. “Well I'm sorry I want a coffee!”
“Hey, I'm getting a coffee too!” Haru's eyes skim through the menu, lighting up as they land on a particular choice that makes him gasp a little. “Oh my gosh, chocolate covered strawberry latte?! You can't tell me that doesn't sound incredible. How do they even do that?!”
Wumuti's laughing in disbelief, eyes crinkled. Haru notices he really likes that. It makes him look so cute.
“You can't be saying you want a coffee and then ordering that. It's not a real coffee at this point, it's dessert!”
Haru fakes an exaggerated gasp, hand over his chest. “Are you saying men can't have a little dessert as a drink? Get him, everyone.” He looks around, as if talking to imaginary people on standby, ready to attack Wumuti for his supposed close-minded opinions, and it only makes Wumuti laugh harder, inevitably breaking Haru's little act too, to join him in the laughter.
The date keeps passing by like a breeze, filled with laughter and smiles and more accusative pointings and scandalised gasps, and yet Wumuti can't quite shake the thought from his head, can't shake the worry away, can't lift the burden hanging heavy in his heart. Haru is distracted, in a moment of silence, by trying to sip the remnants of his drink through the big ice cubes by tilting his glass, and Wumuti's voice shakes a little as he tries to speak up.
“Haru? Are you sure you're okay with… me?”
Haru lifts his head to look at him, puzzled expression on his face, head tilted like a confused puppy.
“Huh…? Why, what did you do?”
It's not quite the totally jokingly accusative tone from earlier, but more so a genuine question. Wumuti swallows hard and glances around a little, by instinct. He's comfortable enough to mention it outright to Haru, but he'd rather not have everyone else hear too. Any chance he gets to continue passing successfully, he's going to grasp onto tightly.
“I mean about me being… you know.”
He cringes at himself when he gives a discreet look up and down his own body, and Haru's eyes follow his own, but the look of understanding only lasts for about a second before it gets replaced by even deeper confusion. Perhaps a bit of concern too, if his furrowed brows are anything to go by.
“Why would I not be?”
Wumuti tries to wrack his mind for an answer that would sound reasonable, but he's not quite sure he can find one. It's just all he's ever known. To him, that's the norm. Is that not enough reasoning for Haru?
“Well… I don't know. Maybe you're not into.. that. I-I know you're gay, so maybe it just wouldn't be what you're looking for, you know.”
This time there's no questioning the concern on Haru's face, clear as day as he sets his glass down and reaches out to hold onto Wumuti's hand, squeezing it in his own. That way, he's forced to stop picking at his skin too.
“But Muti hyung, I'm into guys, and you're a guy. What's there not to be into?”
It seems to be the first time Haru's lighthearted and silly demeanour has taken a break, and he speaks so earnestly that Wumuti doesn't have the heart to push this any further. He just lets his heart be comforted for the rest of the date and soon enough, the bright smile is back on Haru's face, full-force.
They both lose track of time after that, and when the last of the last customers all start to leave the café one after the other, they take the hint that maybe they should too. They collect their things slowly and pay, but they linger around for a little longer.
“Muti hyung?”
Wumuti's breath catches in his throat a little. Had Haru changed his mind? Or was he just inviting him home? That's how it usually went, anyway. His dates either realising this isn't for them, or finally getting to the thing they were there for in the first place; the sex.
“Hm?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Wumuti feels the butterflies actively punching at his gut from the inside. He breaks into a smile that Haru mirrors easily and he nods, and Haru doesn't wait any seconds before closing the distance between them, connecting their lips in a long, chaste kiss. Haru can't help himself from stealing a couple more pecks after it, and Wumuti feels warm with affection all over, and it's only intensified when their hands reach for each other's to hold onto as they walk outside.
“You need to recognise how strong I've been this entire time holding back. You have the prettiest lips I've ever seen.”
Wumuti's cheeks flush far too easily, he often notices, and he swats at Haru's shoulder lightly. “Oh, shush. You're making me all shy.” “But it's true!”
Wumuti's hand finds its way to the front of Haru's shirt to grasp onto, and uses the hold to bring him in for another kiss. Rather effective way of shutting him up, it seems. Haru's arms wrap themselves around his waist loosely for it, and he stays close even after their lips part, nuzzling against his jaw best he can reach. “Do you think you have it in your heart to forgive me about not walking you home? I really tried to avoid work today but the night shift was the best I could do.”
Wumuti snorts. “Are you always this dramatic? I don't even live within walking distance, silly. I told you I came by bus. You're all forgiven.”
They part with just one last kiss, or maybe two or three, if the little pecks count too, and Wumuti feels more than content on the way home. The worry only starts to eat at him again when replaying the date in his head while getting ready for a shower, trying to grasp anything he could've said or done wrong that would make Haru reconsider things. Maybe after they parted ways he did. Maybe he was never going to hear from him again. His breathing is starting to grow a little faster, but he's pulled out of his trance at the sound of a notification.
Haru :)
>did you get home safely? pls say yes
Wumuti smiles at his phone fondly, putting it down again after confirming he is, in fact, safe and sound in his apartment. Then, it beeps again.
Haru :)
>soo.. what are we doing for a second date? :3
Wumuti's face lights up. A second date? He really means that? Did he really not mind Wumuti's awkwardness or more closed-off nature? Did he not find anything weird about him? Did he really, actually have a good time? His spare clothes are long discarded somewhere in his room, too busy giggling in excitement and pacing around to think about the shower right now. His thoughts must have been a lot louder than the text message notifications, and taken up quite some time too. That, or Haru just panicked and sent the influx of messages within seconds.
Haru :)
>HELLO?? SECOND DATEYES?
>did i fuck up do you not want one
>oh my god was it the jorts after all
>i promise to dress better for the next one WUMUTI GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE
Wumuti hyung ^.^
>you want a second date with me?!
Haru :)
>are you stupid
>im so sorry i didnt mean that.
>i just mean did i not seem interested enough?!
Wumuti hyung ^. ^
>damn sue a guy for double checking
>and please wear jorts next time too
The plans for the second date end up being just as basic and standard as the first one's, this time settling for a movie and dinner date after. Haru had promised to be really brave in the horror movie Wumuti wanted to watch, but he had not been too convincing. Science fiction it was. Haru had whined about what a sin it is, going to the movies and skipping out on the popcorn, but Wumuti's reminder that dinner was coming, and the ridiculously overpriced popcorn was not worth it, was convincing enough.
Haru manages to hold back until just about halfway through the movie before letting his hand roam and rest on Wumuti's knee, where it meets his thigh. Wumuti notices, stealing a little glance at it and biting down on a little smile, his lips wrapped around the straw of his equally overpriced soda. He keeps it there like that for a while, occasionally giving it a little squeeze, and it almost feels like lighthearted competition of who can pretend like nothing is happening the longest. Wumuti's breath hitches when Haru starts trailing his hand higher and higher, fingers reaching into his inner thigh and squeezing, and Haru keeps his gaze on the big screen, not sparing him a glance as he smirks in silent victory.
He lets go briefly after that, instead lifting the hem of Wumuti's t-shirt with his pinky, making way for his palm to settle on his lower stomach, feel the way he tenses up to stay as still as possible. His fingertips brush over the hairs on there, settling for discreetly toying with his happy trail for a few moments before he reaches for the waistband to slip his fingers into, and Wumuti finally reacts, gasping quietly and wrapping his hand around Haru's wrist. He stops immediately but keeps his hand there, quickly snapping his head towards him to make sure he didn't cross any limits he shouldn't have, if he's made Wumuti uncomfortable, but he's only met with despair in his eyes, and he swallows hard before whispering.
“Can we ditch the dinner and go straight to your house?”
Haru swears he sees stars.
It's an antsy cab ride back to Haru's apartment, but not terribly long. They barely make it into the house, Haru kicking the door shut behind himself and pressing Wumuti against the wall right next to it. He moans against his lips when Haru crashes their lips together, and Wumuti bends his knees ever so slightly so Haru would have to struggle less. He's decided he really, really likes their height difference. Wumuti's arms wrap around Haru's waist, whose hand tangles in Wumuti's hair, giving it a test tug that results in a sound of pleasure getting muffled in open-mouthed, messy kisses. Haru trails spit-slick kisses from his lips, across his jaw, and to his neck, where he doesn't have to strain to reach anymore. He licks over a spot on it before sinking his teeth into it and suck, this time his own hands reaching for Wumuti's waist, and moving down to settle on his hips as he litters his neck in kisses and bites and marks, and the reactions he keeps getting from Wumuti only urge him to keep going.
He pushes his knee between Wumuti's legs, unsure of what to expect, but ready to embrace it regardless. He blinks a few times when he feels a bulge against his own leg, and his kisses start to slow down. Had he… misunderstood what Wumuti meant?
He doesn't stop grinding his knee against Wumuti's crotch, but he pulls away enough to be able to look at Wumuti, whose heart is already starting to race in panic, whose head has started overthinking. Is Haru not into it anymore? He's met with a little head tilt from Haru, like an intrigued puppy, genuine wonder behind his eyes.
“What, um… What is…?” Haru curses at himself for how clumsy that came out. He doesn't want to sound like he's prying or forcing Wumuti to explain himself, he just wants to know what to do, how to proceed, and he hopes the stupid wording hasn't put Wumuti off, though he wouldn't blame him if it had.
Wumuti's ears start to tint red. “Oh! It's, um… It's a packer.” Haru's head stays tilted in question, and he glances down to look at Wumuti's crotch properly for the first time, looking at the visible bulge, before up at his face again. “And… and a packer is…?”
Wumuti wants to laugh a little, at how adorably awkward Haru is being. If this was happening at any other time, Wumuti would have loved to have taken the time to explain everything about all sorts of trans gear and how it works and what it does, but he knows he can't stand the stickiness in his boxers any longer, the throbbing in need. He unbuttons his jeans and undoes the zip with a shaky hand, before reaching for Haru's and shoving it into his boxers for him to feel around freely. He brushes over the harness and his fingers feel around until they wrap around the packer, and he can't help the way his jaw drops, eyes widening as they snap up to look at Wumuti again. “That's so fucking sick.”
All the anxiety disappears from Wumuti's chest and he lets out a breathless laugh as Haru works his fist over the shaft, helping him out by shuffling his pants and boxers down slightly, resting around his thighs, so it's now on full display. “Did you really not see a bulge earlier, or last time?” Haru's brows furrow for a second, but he continues jerking him off languidly. “I wasn't looking at your crotch.” He says it so simply, just matter-of-fact, but something about it makes warmth bloom in Wumuti's chest.
“So can you feel it?”
This time it's Wumuti's turn to blink. Staring at him in disbelief, only to see he's not joking. “Haru, it's fucking silicone.”
Embarrassment quickly colours Haru's face all over, and he mumbles an ‘oh, right’ as his quickening pace comes to an halt.
“Well shit, don't stop?!” This time Haru doesn't say anything to accompany his almost startled expression, just nods and starts working Wumuti faster, whose head tips back against the wall and lets out soft little moans at everything crashing onto him. The sight of the hot guy he's into being seemingly so into his packer, jerking him off as if it's the real thing, the phantom feeling it gives him, as if he can sense each stroke of Haru's hand, and his chest is rising and falling quickly with his panting, and Haru is fascinated.
Almost instinctively, he drops to his knees in front of Wumuti, pulling his pants and boxers all the way down for him to step out of. His hands feel up Wumuti's toned thighs, giving a small squeeze to them before he darts his tongue out to lap at the silicone tip, wrapping his lips around it and Wumuti swears he sees stars. He has to grab onto the wall for stability with one hand, the other in Haru's hair, as he takes him into his mouth easily, sucking on the toy eagerly and bracing himself against his thighs, holding eye contact whenever Wumuti's eyes manage to stay open and focused down on him. Wumuti's legs are slightly parted and he can see his inner thighs glistening, and it's the final piece of confirmation Haru needs to know he's doing things right.
He pulls off after a while like that, and the string of spit connecting his lips to the cock that falls back into place nearly makes Wumuti's eyes roll back. He picks himself up off the floor, feeling the ache in his knees already, and swallows Wumuti up in another hungry kiss, barely intelligible as he speaks against his lips. “God, I need to fuck you.”
Wumuti's legs nearly give way, but he's being dragged into the bedroom with long strides before they get the chance to do so. Haru pushes him into the bed before scrambling to pull his shirt off, tossing it aside. He reaches for his lips again, unable to get enough of their kisses, and grabs onto the hem of Wumuti's shirt, pulling away from him just enough to wordlessly ask if it's okay, and wasting no time taking it off once given a nod in response. Wumuti holds his breath again. If the packer or whatever hadn't driven him away, maybe the scars would? They're still very visible, but healing well. In nearly all his past experiences, people haven't exactly appreciated his chest; his shirt has stayed on as there's been no interest in it, or it's died down after seeing the proof of the surgery loud and clear on there.
Haru laps over the marks he's left all across his neck and licks his way down to his chest, swirling his tongue over a nipple before biting down on it lightly, one hand on Wumuti's waist. His other hand reaches higher, feeling up his scar with the pad of his thumb before giving his nipple a pinch between his fingers, as he suckles on the other. Wumuti's not as sensitive as he used to be after surgery, but it still makes him see stars, back arched and pushing his chest against Haru's mouth with those beautiful sounds of pleasure Haru's growing to love. He leaves pretty purplish marks across his chest and Wumuti thinks he might die if he doesn't get touched in the next few seconds, well aware he's absolutely soaking Haru's sheets.
Wumuti's panting by the time Haru pulls away, shuffling further down the bed and hooking his hands in the sides of the harness around Wumuti's hips. “Do I take it off?” Something about how clear it is that this is Haru's first time in a situation like this, but how he doesn't seem to be scared at all to ask questions, to understand everything, makes Wumuti feel at ease, already more than he can ever remember being with another partner in the past. He nods fast, far too desperate to wait any longer, and helps Haru out by lifting his hips off the bed. He swallows hard when he sees Haru's jaw drop in surprise again, eyes growing wide once more, and he has half the mind to take note of how animated and expressive Haru is. He really likes it.
“Is that a good or bad reaction?”
The little drool droplets spilling from his bottom lip seem to nod towards it being a good reaction, but he'd still like the confirmation.
“God, you're so fucking hot.”
He runs his fingertip along it, soon joined by a second one, and Wumuti gets a whole body shiver. “I didn't know this could happen… How did it?” Haru cringes at himself again, wishing he could be even just a little bit better with words for once. “Sorry, I just think it's really cool.”
Wumuti sucks in a breath as Haru keeps feeling him up. “It's from the testosterone.” Haru nods in understanding, experimentally wrapping his fingers and thumbs around it, giving it a stroke. “And you feel this one, right?” As if Wumuti's borderline pathetic moans weren't enough of an answer.
“Yeah, fuck. E-Especially since I took the shot recently.”
Haru is thrilled. He wonders if it feels the same as his own, and he tests it out by circling the pad of his finger around the tip, before giving a small squeeze around the shaft, in awe at the way it twitches. Wumuti kicks his legs and cries out in pleasure, in disbelief that someone other than himself is touching him there, is jerking him off so eagerly. With every moment that passes by, he only realises how much he's missed out on in the past with others.
Haru doesn't stop stroking him carefully as he settles between his legs, and dips his head lower, gathering saliva in his mouth to spit over his cocklet, as if to make the slide even easier. The breath is knocked out of Wumuti's lungs, and he can't stop his hips from jerking when Haru wraps his lips around it. He swirls his tongue over it and bobs his head as he suckles happily with his nose easily reaching the trimmed hairs there to nuzzle in, and he looks up at Wumuti and hums. He's beyond eager and wants to spend hours with Wumuti's cock in his mouth, he's decided, but he can't take the throbbing in his own pants any longer. “Fuck, Muti, I love your cock. It's so pretty.” Wumuti, even in this state, has the decency to blush. “Fuck my mouth next time?” Wumuti nearly blacks out. He sounds choked up as he pleads, leaking and making a mess already from just how badly he needs this. “I will, fuck, I will. Please, fuck me, Haru? I need it.”
Wumuti's been the one that's more timid and put together this whole time he's known him, so the sight of him desperate enough for it that he's begging is driving Haru insane. He makes quick work of pulling his own pants and boxers off, and he doesn't miss the way Wumuti's eyes seem to glaze over at the sight, his tongue darting out to rest atop his plush bottom lip. Haru wraps his hand around his cock to give himself a few pumps, hovering over Wumuti still. His eyes fall to Wumuti's cunt, untouched and aching and so, so wet. His hand falters for a moment, muscles twitching to move it towards it, but he holds himself back, instead looking up at Wumuti for permission. He knows he might be overthinking everything still, but all he wants is to make sure Wumuti feels good and comfortable as Haru's still learning about how everything works.
Wumuti's eyes had followed all his movements and he gives a curt nod in response, chest rising and falling quickly in anticipation as he mumbles out a ‘you can touch’, though a part of himself is wondering if the pause is because Haru doesn't want to. He holds his breath until Haru gets back into it, pressing his palm against Wumuti's heat and making him shiver, hips kicking out of instinct at finally being touched. He runs his palm up, collecting his slick, to use the same hand to wrap around his cock again, picking up his pace. “You're so hard and leaking already and I barely got to touch you.” Wumuti doesn't have the words to respond, only needy little sounds of agreement as he spreads his legs further for him in anticipation.
Haru shuffles even closer to him on the bed, letting go of his own cock slowly, a hint of blush starting to colour the tips of his ears and spreading to his cheekbones. Everything would have been seamless if they had discussed all these things beforehand, there would be no awkward pauses or questions, but sex hadn't been their priority in any of their talks thus far. He clears his throat a little, trying to scramble in his brain for the least stupid way to go about this, as Wumuti's anxiety starts building up again at yet another pause. “Um… where do I…” a little cough. “Where do you want me?”
Wumuti swallows hard, mouth starting to go a little dry. “Oh.. I, um. I-I like it in…” a little breath, looking away for a long second, mumbling the next part quietly. “I like it in my pussy. But-! But uh, I know you're gay, so it's okay, you can just… you can just use my ass. Sorry, it's fine, you can do it.” He's rambling, his voice having grown a little louder but still shaky. He's never done it like that before, hasn't really shown interest in it, as the other way isn't too dysphoric for him. Though he's far too scared of losing Haru now, of pushing him away by asking him to do things he's not comfortable with, so if need be, he'd bite his tongue and compromise.
Haru looks at him with genuine confusion, concern clearly laced in too. “Muti, I'm just asking to check what you're comfortable with. Sure, I haven't done it before, but so what?” He takes the initiative to get even closer, run his slick hand up and down Wumuti's side, resting on his hip, as his hard cock presses against the side of the other one. “I just wanna fuck you, I don't care where it is.” He leans down again, and stops Wumuti from continuing to bite on his lip in worry by kissing him again, more gently this time. He feels Wumuti nod against him, letting his guard down finally, and Haru's hand finds its way back to his cunt as he keeps him occupied with the kiss. He allows himself some moments to just feel around, running his fingers over his folds, his head reeling thinking about how he's gotten him this wet just by himself, about how much Wumuti wants him back. He takes his little cock between his thumb and forefinger again, and grins into the kiss as Wumuti moans, bucking his hips up into his fingers.
Haru doesn't pull away from Wumuti as he reaches for the bedside drawer, blindly looking for a bottle of lube before Wumuti speaks up, just far apart from his lips to be intelligible, his cheeks burning. “Oh, you don't… You don't need the lube. And.. I don't need that much prep…” He can feel himself burning up, but is comforted by the nearly visible gears turning in Haru's head. He looks between the lube at hand and Wumuti's face and body, before reluctantly putting it down. “Try it.” Wumuti urges him in a moment of confidence, and Haru wastes no time before running a digit down his slick folds, and finding his hole. He wants to try and slip it in slowly, still a little concerned about the lack of lube despite Wumuti's slick, but the slide is so effortless it makes his lips part slightly in surprise at the discovery, and it makes Wumuti let out a quiet little giggle, albeit a bit breathless from the intrusion.
Haru's lazy eye seems to be more and more prominent the more excited he gets, and it makes Wumuti want to eat him up. He doesn't spend too long with just one finger, joining in with a second one soon after, and it makes Wumuti melt into the bed. Haru's lifted himself up by that point, knelt just beside Wumuti's spread legs, getting a clear view of everything. He thrusts and scissors his fingers inside him like normal, experimenting with what he knows and he's delighted to see that everything works the same on Wumuti too. He arches his back when Haru seems to have found his sweet spot, and it only makes Haru more eager to find out everything about Wumuti's body and how he can make him feel good.
“More… please.” Wumuti moans out, and Haru swears he'd do anything just to hear him like that at any given point, every day from now on. He obliges easily, fucking three of his fingers into him and relishing in the sound it makes, reminiscent of that when there's too much lube, and he thinks it's incredibly hot. It's warm and tight around his fingers, more slippery than he's used to, but he's getting the hang of it way better than he expected, if Wumuti's half lidded eyes and drool in the corner of his lips are anything to go by. “Haru, Haru, you can fuck me, please. I need it.”
It pulls Haru out of his trance of fascination and he nods quickly, pulling his fingers out and matching Wumuti's moan at the sight of them covered in Wumuti's slick. He looks around once again, more questions popping into his head. “Uh, condom…?”
Wumuti burns a little red once again and shakes his head. “Don't need it. I'm clean, and there's no…” he rolls his eyes a little. “risk.” He doesn't need to say anything more, and Haru's so turned on he's not sure he'd be able to listen anyway. He needs to be inside Wumuti, and he needs it now.
He settles between Wumuti's legs once again and takes his own cock in hand, letting it slide over his folds just to hear him whimper, to make him beg for him again. “Please, Haru, please.” Satisfied with the way his voice cracked on the last plea, with the way his body is shaking in need, he finally starts to push in, and Wumuti's hands instantly fly to the sheets to grip onto. He feels bigger than he anticipated, and the stretch as he keeps pushing in to bury himself to the hilt makes his eyes roll back. “Just… just one second and then move, please.”
Haru allows him that second, and just a couple more, his own hands that are planted on each side of his body and holding him up shaking a little with the way Wumuti clenches around him. He pulls out slowly, inch by inch, before thrusting back in tentatively. The choked up sound of pleasure Wumuti lets out is his green light, and he keeps doing it to pull more out of him, until he's built a pace they're both pleased with.
Wumuti's messy hair almost forms a halo around his head in Haru's eyes, pressed against the pillow where Wumuti's pressing his head back into every time Haru fucks into him deeper. Haru takes notice of when Wumuti's sounds get particularly high or shaky, and grabs onto his hips to pull his lower body up, changing the angle. It takes more strength for him to hold him up, especially with Wumuti being taller, bigger than him, but it's all worth it when tears spring to Wumuti's eyes from how good it feels when Haru keeps fucking into his sweet spot over and over.
He shifts the position once again after a while like that, this time folding Wumuti's legs up to his chest and quickly slipping a pillow under his lower back to keep the angle upwards. He holds his legs in place as he fucks into him harder, gripping where the underside of his knees and thighs meet and making him whimper pathetically, the exposing position, the manhandling, the angle he's being fucked into from making him cry out desperately, approaching his orgasm already.
“Haru, I'm close, please, please.” The more Wumuti begs for him, the more insane Haru feels. He makes a mental note to test out all the things he could get Wumuti to beg him for, since he's so well mannered, and he briefly considers using that against him and not let him come yet, but decides to save it for next time; far too eager to make Wumuti feel good. He doesn't slow down, only picks the pace up, and he lets Wumuti's legs fall lax, bent at the knee and feet planted on the bed as he takes Wumuti's cocklet in hand again. He jerks him off in sync with his thrusts, even if it keeps slipping from his fingers, being so wet and small. Haru gasps out a loud moan at the feeling of Wumuti clenching even tighter around his cock as his orgasm crashes through him, and he falters but wills himself to keep going. He fucks him through it as Wumuti comes on his cock, pulsing and spilling from the sides, creamy and less thick than what he's used to. He keeps fucking him even as Wumuti gasps and tries to grasp onto him to stop him, to warn him, and before he can stop himself, Wumuti is squirting.
Wumuti's heart is about to drop in embarrassment despite his loud moans, tears in his eyes as he spills on his cock, but Haru doesn't give him the time to dwell on it any longer, instead keeps jerking his little cock for a few moments before collecting the wetness on his fingers and licking them clean, his own thrusting now messy and erratic. “Your cum tastes so good, need you to come in my mouth next time.” Wumuti swears he almost blacks out, and the way his cocklet twitches tiredly at that makes Haru's lips curl up into a satisfied smirk.
He's getting too close himself, and he has to actively hold back, trying to slow his thrusts down. “Do I… fuck, do I come inside or…?” He's panting while he talks, and he's too hard and close to keep being embarrassed about all the questions he has to ask belatedly because he didn't think to go through them prior. “Where do you want it?”
Wumuti's too dazed in his post-orgasm state, trying to blink himself back into the moment to process the question properly. He scrambles to remember if he's gotten to pick before, but all he remembers is the way his previous hookups have either just finished inside him and left him shuddering in the shame and unease that builds up after, or have just pulled out and finished in their hand without giving him the chance to have a say in it even. He feels a bit of shame in asking, but it feels like a now-or-never situation of getting to feel it, so he wills himself to speak up.
“My… my ass. Over my ass, please.”
Haru almost blacks out at the absurdly hot request. He curses under his breath as he nods, thrusting just a few more times before pulling out, and pulling a loud whine of complaint out of Wumuti too in the process, not appreciating the emptiness. His hand slips and slides over his wet cock as he jerks himself off, using his other hand to push Wumuti's bent legs up once again. He presses the tip of his cock against Wumuti's hole, as if just about to breach it and it makes Wumuti choke, gasping at the feeling, and he finally releases against it, his cum coating his hole and spilling down his crack when Haru pulls away from it to jerk over it properly, riding his high out and milking himself out of every last drop. It feels insane for Wumuti, getting to feel like that without having to give up being fucked where he knows he likes it best, though he'd be lying if he said the feeling of the pressure of his cock against his hole didn't put… thoughts in his head. Maybe if he was still into the thought after the sex high had worn off, and if asked nicely enough a next time, Haru would fuck him there too.
They're both gasping and panting as Haru collapses on top of Wumuti, his softening cock trapped between their stomachs. They try to catch their breaths as Haru rolls over so he's not crushing Wumuti for too long, and climbs higher up on the bed to pull him into his arms, Wumuti instantly gravitated to him. He nuzzles his face against his chest and smiles at his heartbeat still going above and beyond normal levels, knowing it's matching his own. He wraps his arms around Haru's waist as his cheek is squished against his chest, and Haru kisses the top of his head fondly as he holds him as close as possible. “If you don't stay the night, I think I might actually explode.”
A hearty but tired laugh spills from Wumuti's chest, incredibly pleased to see Haru's adorably silly antics back so quickly, and he just nuzzles in closer, content, breathing in his scent. “You think I'd be able to go anywhere like this? I'm sore all over.” He can practically hear the frown on Haru's face, and can definitely hear the whine he doesn't bother hiding. Wumuti lifts his head from the safety of his chest just to look at his face, and giggles fondly as he reaches up to kiss his pout away, before retreating back down and letting his eyes fall shut. “Whiny baby. I wouldn't want to leave anyway. I don't think anywhere else would get better than this.”
He can't see it from their position, but a smile so bright blooms on Haru's face it makes all the lines on his cheeks decorate it beautifully. He squeezes Wumuti tighter in his arms, kissing his head again. “I promise to be all good and responsible and help clean you up very soon. Let me just… stay like this with you for a moment.”
And who was Wumuti to say no?