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Narumi Gen would be dead if looks could kill.
If greed and lust was a sin, he'd never repent for he has succumbed to the needs of having Hoshina Soushirou underneath him. His precious soldier right in his arms as he continues thrusting. The warmth and tightness makes it all the more addicting, sparking the need to abuse Soushirou's prostate.
His lovely voice sends him through a trance, as if commanding him to continue fucking into the supple and beautiful body of his lover's. The way those slanted-ruby eyes hazily stare at him with want and need, glistening with tears of pleasure. Having his head pressed right down against the mattress for him to take. Gen knows it's always meant to be.
The air punches out of Soushirou with each thrust, sending love shocks up his spine. Such euphoria makes the vice captain sob incoherently. It's hot, mind clouded as he can only focus on the strong hands pinning his hips down. The vicious thrusts and pressure has his neglected cock rub against the sheets, begging for release. However, he isn't sure if he can come anymore. They've been fucking for who knows how long in the wake of dawn. He's come countless of times and Gen starts over and over.
Soushirou's senses are haywire, but Gen's voice is enough to keep him holding on. Even if he can't comprehend his words other than 'just a little more' and 'you're doing amazing, babe.' Soushirou trusts his entire life to Gen. Trusts him when he's enough.
But it comes to a point and once Gen pulls out to readjust them, Soushirou mindlessly grips the sheets, crawling away only to be yanked by his ankle. A startled yelp leaves him when Gen pulls him back, a chuckle heard. And before he knows it, Gen is slipping back inside, ripping a debouched and a weak moan from the latter.
"You think you can get away from me?" Gen leans down, chest touching back. His lips brush against the shell of Soushirou's ear, a tongue trailing down from his jawline to his neck.
In response, Soushirou cries. "Can't— I can't!" His upper body falls, Gen holding his ass up as he continues ramming into him again.
"I know you can do it, babe. Just one more." He whispers so sweetly, yet the punishing pace leaves Soushirou twisted and falling deeper into overstimulation.
A strangled noise leaves Soushirou, unsure what he wants. His mind is telling him it's time to rest, but his dripping and aching cock is signaling for release. The thick hot flesh in him makes his body move accordance, desiring to keep the sinful man in him, ass clenching instinctively to keep Narumi close and in as possible.
"Gen... Gen..." He chants, tears flowing down his wet face. He's heaving, oxygen seemingly out of his reach and the younger notices his breath is more erratic than usual.
He slows down the pace. Still going, but at an easier pace for Soushirou to listen for his words. "What's your safe word, baby?"
The latter keens and whines, indescribable. He hiccups, skin on fire as something rough gently touches his face. Featherlight touches coming from the other. Soushirou hasn't even realized that Gen had stopped moving. He feels a tug on his walls, left empty and he nearly bursts into tears from the electrifying pleasurable pain. He needs to come, wants to be filled, but it hurts.
Hushes of concern and comfort comes from the other. "C'mon, babe, listen to my voice." Gen's voice is softer and calm. Large hands hold his hips, maneuvering him and his back meets the sheets, facing the commander.
Bleary red eyes stare back, a pinched expression given by the shorter. He blinks away his tears, his hands reaching for Gen. The commander takes his hands and kisses the inner part of his wrists in a gentle gesture, careful eyes observing his lover.
"What's your safe word?" He repeats slowly this time.
Soushirou thinks, cutting through his clouded mind of lust and pleasure. "... Ten."
"That's right," Gen relaxes, leaning in for those swollen and plush lips. "Do you want to use it?" He continues speaking with a gentle voice, seeing tears threatening to spill again, eyes squinting with an indescribable feeling.
After a moment of silence and thinking, Soushirou shakes his head. However, Gen encourages. He doesn't want to hurt Soushirou even if the other is strong. He'd never want to hurt his beloved in such a vulnerable state or push him beyond comfort that's not okay. "I won't be mad if you say yes. Don't force yourself. I'll stop and take care of you."
The tenderness that comes with the heat makes it all more beautiful, why Soushirou loves this man so much.
"Gen—" He chokes on a sob, wrapping his legs around the other's torso and pulling him closer which punches a guttural moan out of the vice captain. His sensitive cock against the hot and hard skin makes his toes curl. "So close..."
Gen restrains himself from latching his hands back onto the defined waist, from pummeling back into the soft warmth. "Tell me your color, babe."
"...Yellow." Gen kisses the other's tears away, understanding.
"Okay, let's get to you come one last time. After that, you can sleep for as long as you need." He realigns himself, never breaking gaze with his lover to look for any sign of discomfort.
When he reenters, they're both a groaning mess, Gen latching his mouth onto Soushirou's nipple. His other hand grabs the leaking cock and begins to build up the pleasure and it doesn't take long as the one beneath him is moaning until he's gasping for breath. The vice captain is in a bliss, on cloud nine while Gen is pushing deep into him, shocks of pleasure spreading again that feels like tenfold the pleasure from before.
Tightness comes around his stomach and he's coming dry instantly in a silent scream. His eyes roll back with concern but there's that blissed and exhausted expression as Gen finishes inside.
"You did so well, baby. Always the best."
Soushirou, thighs tremble vigorously, his cock twitching as weak spurts dribble down. Gen carefully pulls out, pushing his lover's crazed bangs up to shower him with feather-like kisses.
Eventually, he gets up and stretches, worn out. He almost feels sorry for his lover, but he knows they don't regret this either. It was fun while it lasted, but he enjoys doing the aftercare even more.
He disappears into the restroom to grab a warm wet towel before wiping the two of them down. He gets the tub running at a perfect temperature and carries the Lieutenant into the restroom.
"Come on, love. Don't go turning into soggy noodles." He chuckles as he maneuvers Soushirou's unresponsive limbs.
"You're... a dick." Soushirou slurs. "...deserved it." He presses his head against the hard chest, too tired to move anything else.
Gen agrees. "Indeed, I do deserve the troubles."
While he lets Soushirou soak in the bath, he gathers the sheets and tosses them into the hamper and replaces new ones. He also picks out clothes for both of them and returns in a jiffy.
Soushirou is gradually dozing off again, too comfy in the warm water.
"Seems I gotta do everything for you, princess." Gen clicks his tongue. He hears a groan of annoyance, Soushirou slowly opening his eyes.
"You overdid it. So it's not my fault."
"All right, here we go." Gen lifts his lover and places him before himself, beginning to wash for the two of them.
"Your muscles still seem tensed." Gen comments, beginning to massage the tender skin and muscles. Soushirou sighs at the relief, leaning in for more.
"Mmm, the yojus and honjus have become more frequent during these catastrophic times."
"But they're no match for you." Soushirou could sense the Captain grin. He himself couldn't help but smile at the praise.
"That's right. The rookies are doing better than ever. It's only time when we figure things out about no. 9."
The vice captain notices the slight pause in Gen's movements, yet continues to massaging.
"Go on, say what you must." Soushirou encourages. He knows Gen better than most people. He knows when something is bothering his boyfriend.
Arms wrap around his torso, a chin resting on his shoulder. "We've come a long way, Shirou." He pauses, watching the droplets fall from his hair. "If you ever encounter Kaiju no. 9... don't think about fighting it." His grip tightens. "Report immediately— I can't... wouldn't want you to get hurt." He's scared to lose Soushirou. Someone whom he's held close to and made him feel alive. No one could understand him, or even have the guts to challenge him. Make him feel like a normal person.
"Love, there's no need to worry about me. I'm always banged up." He tries to lighten the mood. When he senses that Gen isn't keen on letting it slide, he turns around and reaches to cup the taller's face. "I'm not going anywhere. There's no way in hell I'd let these kaijus get me so easily. You have faith in my strength. So why not have some more even with one of the most dangerous Kaiju?"
"Kaiju are always different from yoju and honju. I do trust your strength and capabilities. But your luck is something else."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Soushirou's fingers snake to Gen's ears and pulls.
"Ow! Ow! Let go!" Gen yells while Soushirou is enjoying himself. When the shorter released the tension, Gen continues. "I just meant, ever since one of yer men turned out to be Kaiju no. 8, it made sense why your squad was ambushed a lot during the raids."
"True. But I've only gotten stronger." Soushirou grins. The kind of grin of proudly achieving something.
The sight leaves Gen at ease.
That's right. He was able to withstand Kaiju no. 10. Pushing past his limits and only getting stronger.
Gen takes this chance to kiss Soushirou. "Of course." He begins rinsing themselves off, drying, and putting on their clothes.
"But I'm always stronger." He reminds, pinching his lover's ass. He gets a kick to the stomach, but that's anticipated.
"I myself, cannot deny that fact." Soushirou mutters as they're laying in bed, embracing one another.
The peaceful night draws them to slumber, exhaustion finally settling into their bones and muscles, yet content.
Ready to face the next day and so on, they'll embrace each other for as long as they wished.