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“Omokage, wait,” Gaku gasps out loud, every part of his body trembling violently. “It's... ungh, too big...!”
Yugamu knows his smile looks creepy as it stretches from ear to ear, but he can't help himself because it's happening again and the excitement threatens to do him in already. Only the head of his cock is inside Gaku, surrounded by a tight and twitching muscle that feels beyond amazing, quite unforgettable. Yet, that's where his beloved is drawing the line, fear etching such a lovely face like a mask he constantly wears, pearly tears overfilling those big, crimson red eyes that stare at Yugamu like he's about to be slaughtered.
Gaku is acting like a weak little lamb whose innocence is being ripped out of its body, just as brutally as the first time.
It's perfect. Breathtaking. Definitely a sight for sore eyes. Yugamu marvels at the other boy, his cock throbbing in pure bliss.
There's a part of him that wants to tease Gaku for still being scared after they had sex a dozen times before. While seeing him like this stirs Yugamu tremendously, he thinks it's rather silly to panic over something anyone should have gotten used to by now. His heart doesn't seem to agree, though, its strings getting tugged as he slowly pushes one of his inches in and Gaku whimpers adorably.
“Relax, angel,” Yugamu coos at him. “I know you can take more for me, like the good boy you are.”
As expected, Gaku's cock reacts nicely to the praise. That's where Yugamu wants him to go, but of course it's not enough.
He plants a kiss between Gaku's pinched eyebrows. Gaku lets out a pitiful sob in return, tense fingers burrowing into Yugamu's arms and leaving welts. Wonderful pain rushes through Yugamu and strikes his cock. He shivers, tilting his head to the ceiling and moaning immodestly. After recovering quickly, he rewards Gaku by kissing him a little above, between the curtains of his raven bangs.
His hands, which are hooked onto the back of Gaku's thighs, itch with the ardent desire to dig their sharp talons into the pale, tender flesh. They don't, because further pain would distract his beloved and make him clench harder around Yugamu's cock. Not that it wouldn't feel great, but he'd rather not spend an eternity trying to breach Gaku's hole, as much as it tingles his masochistic side.
Rolling his hips, Yugamu advances. Agony is carved over Gaku's features as he moves his arms to wrap them around Yugamu's neck, clinging to him harder, as if he'd lose too much of himself the moment he lets his partner slip away. He's so cute. Nothing in the world can compare. Yugamu feels himself writhe under his own lust, his face radiating fire as drool copiously leaves his mouth.
Gaku's wet cheeks taste salty under Yugamu's tongue, and it's addicting.
“Maruko-kun,” Yugamu purrs. “I'm almost in. Bear with me just for a little longer, hmm? Can you do that?”
A choked whine erupts from Gaku's throat before he gives Yugamu a stilted nod. Snot starts coming down his nose, and Yugamu doesn't hesitate a second before licking it off. Gaku makes a face, which earns him a chuckle and a kiss on the nose. Unfortunately for him, Yugamu won't stop at anything to express the degree to which he loves his boy, no matter how gross or degenerate.
Yugamu slips his hands off Gaku's thighs, gently running the tip of his nails across skin. He catches Gaku in a brief kiss, those pouty lips trembling against his own. Cradling Gaku's head in both hands, Yugamu smugly grins at the feeling of knees squeezing his sides, preceded by legs trapping him in a desperate hold. For all the shaking and crying he's doing, Gaku still wants him here.
“Hngh—aahh... Omokage...” Gaku's heels are on Yugamu's ass, yanking him closer. “Just, end this already.”
“End what?” Yugamu asks, fingers dipping in Gaku's damp hair.
“Damn it, you asshole! Stop dawdling and shove all of your freaky thing in me!”
Gaku glares at him through the tears, pained, ashamed, impatient; you'll have to squint if you want to see the shreds of fear that have remained in his gaze. His fierce demand for Yugamu's cock is too endearing, and thus Yugamu decides to surrender. The pretense that Gaku has a virgin hole falls apart, his insides humming and shifting in wait. If there's a time to finish this, it better be now.
Yugamu caresses Gaku's cheek, wiping tears with a thumb, and caresses his hair like he would to a scared stray animal.
His voice is low, brimming with affection.
“Oh, sweetheart. When you beg me with such fervor, I feel like I would do anything for you.”
He stares at the boy under him, unblinking. Every second counts. His hips snap and abruptly punch forward.
Gaku's eyes roll back, air escaping his lungs in a long groan as his jaw slackens. His fingernails stab into Yugamu's back and his legs clutch him tighter. Seeing and feeling all this, after the effort he went through to break Gaku's innocence again, Yugamu can truly say that he has no regrets whatsoever. The payoff is immense and his heart is full. Several breaths hiss through sharp, grinning teeth.
It's clear that poor Gaku has yet to adjust, but Yugamu can't wait any longer, heat coiling in his belly from anticipation. His hips take a moment to separate from the shaking thighs they've slammed into, but when they do, he inhales sharply. And exhales, in the same time frame he thrusts his cock back in, deep and rough, brushing past the usual spot that makes Gaku toss his head back and wail.
Yugamu finds his rhythm easily enough. Once he gets the ball rolling, the only way is up. He fucks into Gaku, euphoric beyond reason, his love acting on the same wavelength as cutting and piercing flesh with his blade. A dark, macabre part of him hopes Gaku bleeds from this, just like the first time. The thought spikes his arousal, and with the outlet wrapped in his arms, he slams into it nonstop, producing wicked sounds that drown out the pulse in his ears. Gaku moans, scratching him, pulling his hair, meeting him halfway in what is doubtlessly a desire to be broken by the hungry monster who's in the process of devouring him whole. The two of them are slowly molding into one single body, dancing, clashing, and proving once again that they can't live without each other.
Aimless kisses rain on Gaku like molten lava. Sweat pours down the side of his neck, and Yugamu licks every drop clean before he drags his mouth through the scalding hot skin, up north, and attacks Gaku's jawline, cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes. When he lands on Gaku's lips, he does so with a happy sigh, their softness a blissful memory that returns. He murmurs sweet nothings into the kiss, angel and cutie and love pouring out in puffs of air, his voice cracking as pleasure courses through his frantic body.
Things get even more chaotic from there, because of course they do when two lustful idiots are entangled in their lewd dance. Kissing becomes a fight, Gaku struggling to lap at Yugamu in return as their saliva drips like crazy. Each thrust wrings moans out of them and wrecks their world, orgasmic delight building up, rising higher, voiding them of all rationality and what makes them human. Yugamu comforts Gaku nonetheless, his caresses less than calibrated but still tender, treating the boy's face and hair like they're treasure to be protected while the rest of his body is violently pounded into a shapeless mass like it's cheap, used goods, never to be pure again.
At least, that purity will rise back from its ashes next time they lie in this bed.
Gaku cries something out, but they're still kissing. Words are smashed into paste by the power of love and a good lash of tongue past his teeth. Yugamu senses it, though. He feels it rush down his spine, cryptoglobin flowing so fast his heart might explode. That pressure on his lower belly, the buzzing under his skin, the fog that beautifully drapes over his eyes... It's coming, and fast.
Yugamu inflicts his weight on Gaku, hips jerking and hitting a new speed. Chest to chest, he catches Gaku's lips between his teeth and tugs, listening to the loud mewls and watching his beloved melt once and for all as hot spunk splashes their stomachs. His cock is crushed by those spasming muscles and he gasps, unhinges his jaw, nearly eats the whole bottom half of Gaku's face, and lets go.
White waves of cum spurt inside Gaku. Yugamu embraces him, his formerly wide grin morphing into a more vulnerable smile. He kisses Gaku's bruised lips, letting the soreness in his arms, back, and hips blanket over the rest of him. Gaku sniffles, his legs coming loose from around Yugamu, although his arms remain where they are, neediness painted in his gestures as he kisses in return.
The momentum is lost, and peace gradually settles in. Yugamu pulls out slowly, painfully slowly. He senses every inch as they leave Gaku, and his breath shakes, teeth gnawing his own bottom lip. This, too, feels like heaven. Gently prying Gaku's arms off him and pecking his nose in apology, he sits on his knees and reaches for the boy's asscheeks in each hand, thumbs opening the abused hole in a horizontal stretch. Gaku groans in protest, but lies limp and doesn't fight it, his limbs resting onto the mattress like heavy lead.
Much to Yugamu's disappointment, he sees no blood. However, as he watches his own seed crawling out of his beloved, he feels a vibrant sense of accomplishment. The gaping entrance twitches at him, beautifully ruined. It suddenly hits him that he has broken Gaku again, piercing that innocence that still lingers around his beloved at every start. And it'll happen again, for as long as Gaku still fears him and his cock. Oh, how cute it would be if that terror had no end in sight. It would be Gaku's best love confession to him.
“... Are you done staring at my ass like the creepiest weirdo? What's so fun about it anyway?”
Gaku mutters in displeasure, his head turned to the side. His face is as red as his eyes, which stare at nowhere in particular.
“You're beautiful,” Yugamu tells him. He moves back on top of him and cups his cheek. “And I love you more than anything.”
“Hnn...” Gaku closes his eyes, mouth wriggling as it always does when he's getting shy. “Freakin' cringe.”
Yugamu smiles even more warmly. He maneuvers the both of them so that they both lie on their side and he can spoon Gaku from behind. Drawing the bedsheets over their cooling bodies, he squeezes the other boy around his midsection and kisses the nape of his neck, humming teasingly. “I sure am looking forward to the next time I can tear your cute ass in half, Maruko-kun.”
Gaku reaches behind him and grabs Yugamu's hair for a second, before he relents and ruffles it with unspoken gentleness. So kind, even though he's shivering in apprehension. “... Yeah, sure, whatever. Shut the hell up and sleep before I knock your teeth out.”
And Yugamu happily does, relishing in the dull pain in his scalp being soothed by those caresses. He tangles their legs together and allows exhaustion to take him as Gaku's empty threat plays into his mind like the sweetest goodnight.