[Fic] In Exchange of Services Rendered
Title : [Fic] In Exchange of Services Rendered
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun
Rating : NC 17
Summary : Sho is sure he’s never driven quite this fast in his life. Or park quite this hastily either. His phone had been vibrating nonstop in his pocket and Sho knows that if he doesn’t make it to Jun’s apartment alive, it’ll be Jun’s own damn fault for rushing him.
Word count : around 2600 words
Author’s Note : Continuation of THIS filthy Ohmiya fic.
.one.
Sho is sure he’s never driven quite this fast in his life. Or park quite this hastily either. His phone had been vibrating nonstop in his pocket and Sho knows that if he doesn’t make it to Jun’s apartment alive, it’ll be Jun’s own damn fault for rushing him.
He has every intention of telling Jun that once he sees him, that’s for sure.
He’s almost by the elevator when he manages to finally take his phone out of his pocket to answer it, slapping it against his left ear and grunting.
“Yeah?”
“You’re five minutes late, Sakurai-san,” Jun says in his ear, and Sho gives himself two precious seconds to swallow the lump that has taken residence in his throat without him realizing it at the delicious sound of Jun’s voice. “Five minutes. I’m so fucking tempted to do all of this on my own, but I remember you promising me something phenomenal. Am I going to wait all night for you or what?”
He watches the numbers change, feeling entirely detached from himself as the elevator’s door opens.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Matsumoto,” he grits, chest heaving. “I’m already here. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“Hurry or I’m never letting you inside this apartment,” Jun says, his voice turning a few octaves lower when he added, “Or inside me, ever.”
Sho feels sweat breaks across his temple. “A minute,” he says, stepping inside the elevator, shaking. “Fucking keep the door open or I swear I won’t be held responsible for breaking it if I’m there and it’s locked.” he adds, before he promptly hangs up.
.two.
To his credit, Jun did keep his promise by keeping his front door open for him. He ungracefully shoves his way inside and locks the door behind him, not bothering taking his shoes off properly and just toeing them off in haste. He takes one second to consider lining them properly next to Jun’s but figures Jun can bitch him about it later. His one minute is almost up, after all.
He shrugs and turns to the direction of the living room. “Jun, hey, it’s me.” He calls.
“You better be,” Jun returns; “because if not, I swear I’m going to be pissed. Come over here already.”
He leaves his bag where he is but made sure his phone is with him. He’s going to need it, after all.
.three.
He reached the living room in record-breaking time and the first he sees is Jun, sitting on the couch and looking deliciously pissed.
He is also not wearing enough clothes.
“I was kinda hoping I would do the undressing part too,” he says, feeling a little upset.
“It’s going to take you forever if we do that,” Jun says; Sho watches his hand disappear from view. It draws a noise from his throat the second he realizes where it is, in between Jun’s legs, obviously touching himself. “Anyway, stop complaining. I left my boxers on for you to take care of. Now move your ass and come here. Show me what you learned from those two filthy rabbits.”
He swallows hard and starts walking.
.four.
They spend the next several minutes making out hotly on the couch. Sho finds himself on top of Jun, covering Jun’s half-naked body with his own, fingers alternating between touching Jun’s face and arms, down to Jun’s toned abdomen. Every now and then he feels Jun’s cock against his hip, hard and throbbing, obviously demanding further attention.
He tears his mouth away from Jun’s and slides it across Jun’s jaw, to the underside of his ear as he curves his palm possessively against Jun’s hip.
“Nino taught me something good,” he whispers wetly into Jun’s ear; Jun shivers in answer, fingers tightening their grip around his back. “I can show you.”
“Does it involve tongue?” Jun asks, and he has to bite Jun’s ear lightly for it even though he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t feel the need to, really. “Okay, so I guess it involves tongue, go ahead then.” Jun follows, keening softly when he all but licks the shell of Jun’s ear.
“Hang on,” he says, and pulls himself up, taking Jun with him.
.five.
“Fuck, Sho-san,” Jun whimpers, fingers tight on his hair. He doesn’t say anything - he can’t - not when his mouth is full and he is mainly trying to concentrate on breathing. He doesn’t have much of an experience with regards to blowing a fellow man’s nuts, not really, but seeing Nino do it up-close certainly helped.
He pulls back from Jun’s cock just far enough to talk, licking around his lips as he thumbs on the head.
“I haven’t done the curly-slip thing and you’re already whimpering,” he teases, wondering if it’s okay to ask Jun for a return favor. Maybe later.
“Curly what?” Jun asks, disoriented; Sho can’t help himself laughing. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing,” he says; he doesn’t want to risk being punched in the face for pissing Jun off before they even made it to the main event after all. “You’re still okay? Can I suck you again?”
“God, stop asking and just do it.”
“Thanks,” he murmurs and takes Jun’s cock deep in his mouth again.
.six.
“Sho-san, you have to stop,” Jun groans, pushing him away; he honestly doesn’t want to stop, but he figures he can always do this again. He goes for another lick, moaning at the taste of Jun beneath his tongue before he pulls away completely.
“Next time, you’re going to make me suck you till you come in my mouth,” he says, voice husky for having Jun’s cock in his mouth for a while. Jun gasps in answer and tugs him up for a hungry kiss which he wholeheartedly reciprocates.
“Jesus Christ, stop talking and get on with Ninomiya’s lesson,” Jun pants into his mouth, tugging impatiently at his shirt. He realizes he still has it on - he still has pretty much everything on - aside from his belt (which miraculously ended up undone) and his socks. He backs away a little so he can take his shirt off but Jun doesn’t let him get too far.
Soon Jun is tugging on his jeans two-handedly once he has undone the button and slid the zipper down. His boxers went with it and he is rewarded with a growl so deep the second Jun’s eyes finds his cock - throbbing hard and already slicked wet at the tip - cupping him with both hands as Jun noses his thigh.
“I need a minute, Jun,” he says, grasping Jun’s jaw and ducking down to kiss him. When he pulls back, Jun’s eyes are lidded heavily and his mouth is bruised red. He’s so fucking beautiful that Sho can’t resist kissing him again. “God, don’t look at me like that.” he says, thumbing the side of Jun’s mouth as Jun whimpers his name.
“Hurry up, Sho-san,” Jun says; Sho knows it’s going to be decidedly difficult to slow down once they get there, but for Jun, he’ll do it. He takes Jun’s face in his hands and pulls him up, momentary annoyed at the slight difference on their height as he stands on tiptoes to reach Jun’s mouth.
“Bed,” he whispers, thumbing the beauty mark above Jun’s lips tenderly. “There’s no way we are going to do this here. I have to make sure you’re comfortable when I’m fucking you.”
Jun shivers in answer and Sho has to kiss him again, can’t not, before he is tugging Jun to the direction of his bedroom.
.seven.
“I… G-God, Sho-san,” Jun moans from his position on the bed, on his stomach, with pillows shoved under his hips as Sho works three fingers inside him; he’s still so tight even after the overabundance of lube Sho has smeared over his fingers that Sho is almost convinced fucking him with something bigger, blunter is impossible. But Jun is moaning and bucking his hips back into Sho’s fingers eagerly, calling his name and making the most delicious sounds Sho’s ever heard in his life.
“Fuck, you’re amazing, Jun,” he tells Jun, encouragingly. He is watching the way Jun’s skin ripples everytime he thrusts his fingers inside Jun, stilling them inside trying to remember Ohno’s instruction earlier.
“Slide in to the hilt,” Ohno had said, “There’s this bundle of nerves inside that, if you hit it just right, will drive Jun batshit crazy with pleasure.”
He focuses on finding that spot, sweat breaking across his skin, trying to tune Jun out. He doesn’t think it’ll be this difficult, but for Jun he is willing to try. After all, the delicious noises coming from the back of Jun’s throat is enough to keep him going, teeth biting into his lower lip as he works his fingers in to the hilt, crooking them inside Jun with purpose. When he does touched something that made Jun almost jump from the bed, he grins triumphantly and massages that spot two more times until Jun is shaking, begging him to stop.
“G-God, what the hell was that?!” Jun grumbles, turning his head sideway to look at Sho; he is trembling from head to toe and Sho feels so proud of himself he is ducking down to kiss Jun’s butt affectionately. “Oh my god, stop that!”
“You’re so damn cute, God,” he says, clutching at Jun’s calf and prompting him to move. “Like this,” he says, when Jun turns over on his back. “I want to look at you.”
“I want you to fucking get on with it, Sho-san,” Jun grunts, his face red and his chest flushed with color too. His skin is damp with sweat and Sho can’t help but appreciate the way Jun looks right now, can’t help but run his fingers across Jun’s perfectly smooth skin. “Please.”
“I plan to,” he answers, then forces himself away from Jun when he remembers something. Jun is growling, pulling himself from the bed to reach him, to tug him back. “Wait, I just need to go and get the condoms -“
“You don’t need it, Sho-san,” Jun grits; his face is so red but there’s determination in his eyes that doesn’t exactly show in his voice. “Come fuck me now or you won’t ever get to, I swear.”
Sho gives himself exactly two seconds to let Jun’s threat sink in and chuckles at the impatient look in Jun’s eyes. For a moment, he just stares at Jun, basking on the warmth of him beneath Sho’s hands before he is ducking down, helping himself for another kiss, his clean hand on Jun’s cheek as he braces himself with the other against the bed near Jun’s head.
“You’re sure?” he asks when he pulls away.
Jun nods in submission, one hand trailing down to take Sho’s cock in his hand. “Yes,” Jun says, “Please don’t ask me again.”
Sho carefully tugs Jun’s hand away from himself as he positions himself above Jun. “Just need to be sure, is all.”
“Fuck me, Sho-san.”
“I will.”
.eight.
To be honest, Sho’s not entirely sure what he’s doing. It’s also a little scary, given the fact that Jun obviously trusts him with all his heart to allow him this.
He’s not even halfway in but Sho can already feel the strain of his entry on the way Jun’s inner walls clamp around him as if on cue. He is staring down to where their bodies are joined, breathing raggedly at the sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside Jun’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, sweat breaking across his temple at the overwhelming sensation punching through him the moment he’s all the way in. He stills, if only to regulate his breathing for a bit, leaning down to catch Jun’s mouth for a kiss and feels Jun’s legs wrapping around his waist while they kiss.
When he pulls back, Jun’s eyes are shaded with something to tender as Jun’s fingers thread through his hair.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Jun,” he whispers, chest tight with emotion he can hardly contain. “And mine, you’re mine.”
“Yes,” Jun agrees readily, and Sho wants him so much it hurts. “So what are you still waiting for there, Sho-san?” Jun breathes, “I’m yours. Take me.”
He chuckles, brushing Jun’s hair away his temple and ducks down for another kiss. “Give me a minute,” he says, hoarsely, shifting a little on his hunches for leverage. He and Jun groans in unison, his cock apparently sliding a little deeper into Jun at the movement.
“You better fuck me now, Sho-san, or I won’t be held responsible for coming so soon,” Jun grits, fingers scrabbling for purchase around Sho’s forearms. “Like, seriously.”
Sho grunts, ducks down and breathes harshly into the side of Jun’s neck, squeezing Jun’s hip possessively.
“Pushy bottom,” he teases, then groans when Jun retaliates by clenching around Sho’s throbbing dick. “Oh god, don’t do that.”
“Sho-san. Sho, please -“ Jun grits, his eyes unfocused, his fingers scrabbling for purchase around Sho’s back. Sho knows he’s not going to last, finds himself looking down to where Jun’s cock rests, the tip shining with pre-cum.
“Shit, shit…Jun -“
“Sho-san -“
Sho doesn’t even need to be told what he should do, his hips thrusting into Jun, hard and punishing, just the way Sho knows Jun likes it.
.nine.
It doesn’t end there.
Sho’s first orgasm didn’t stop him from fucking Jun once again, on his hands and knees, not when Jun had begged for it, continuously, even despite the fact that Jun came even before he did, too. He’s rutting behind Jun, fingers gripping Jun’s hips tight, mumbling things under his breath and watching the ripples of sensation across Jun’s skin.
“Fuck, so good, so good, Jun -“
“Harder,” Jun growls, back arching to Sho’s every thrust and Sho likes him like this too, head thrown back in surrender. Sho can’t stop fucking into Jun, the next thrust harder than the last, swearing under his breath when Jun bucks back into him in answer. “Faster, Sho-san!”
He doesn’t even need to be told twice.
.ten.
Two hours and three orgasms later, Sho is slumped on the bed, face mashed against Jun’s shoulder blade. Jun’s hand is on Sho’s soft cock, cupping it gently, almost possessively.
“Was that your first time with a man, Sho-san?” Jun asks a moment later, obviously more coherent than Sho gives him credit for. Sho doesn’t realize what the question is, at least after he’d already nodded his head in answer. “Not bad.”
“Huh?”
“I said not bad for someone who -“
“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean?” he is scowling and he knows it but Jun can very well deal with it right now. He forces himself to shift away from Jun. “Don’t tell me you’ve….no,”
“What?” Jun breathes, sliding his arms beneath his head. He’s smiling, too, like he’s thoroughly enjoying Sho’s annoyance.
“Did you or did you not have sex with…with someone - w-with a man before…before now?”
Jun looks terribly pleased with himself. He shrugs. “Well, that depends,”
“On what?”
“Depends on whether fucking myself with a dick, even though it’s not a real dick, counts?”
Sho is going to have a hard time getting that. “What?”
Jun looks boyish for a moment, his cheeks dusted with color. “Well, you sure took your sweet time convincing yourself you like me enough to - what?”
“Love,” Sho clarifies, much to Jun’s obvious embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure I told you I am in love with you and not -“
“Oh, please do shut up and just, I don’t know, lie down so I can suck you this time, how’s that?”
“But you haven’t told me -“
“Never,” Jun tells him, mouth not even a breath away from his own. “I’ve never been with another man, Sakurai. You’re all I ever wanted. Happy?”
He is worming his fingers around Jun’s head, pulling him down for a kiss.
“More than you ever know, Matsumoto.”
Author : Jadey
Pairing : Ohno/Nino, Sho/Jun
Rating : NC 17
Summary : Sho is sure he’s never driven quite this fast in his life. Or park quite this hastily either. His phone had been vibrating nonstop in his pocket and Sho knows that if he doesn’t make it to Jun’s apartment alive, it’ll be Jun’s own damn fault for rushing him.
Word count : around 2600 words
Author’s Note : Continuation of THIS filthy Ohmiya fic.
.one.
Sho is sure he’s never driven quite this fast in his life. Or park quite this hastily either. His phone had been vibrating nonstop in his pocket and Sho knows that if he doesn’t make it to Jun’s apartment alive, it’ll be Jun’s own damn fault for rushing him.
He has every intention of telling Jun that once he sees him, that’s for sure.
He’s almost by the elevator when he manages to finally take his phone out of his pocket to answer it, slapping it against his left ear and grunting.
“Yeah?”
“You’re five minutes late, Sakurai-san,” Jun says in his ear, and Sho gives himself two precious seconds to swallow the lump that has taken residence in his throat without him realizing it at the delicious sound of Jun’s voice. “Five minutes. I’m so fucking tempted to do all of this on my own, but I remember you promising me something phenomenal. Am I going to wait all night for you or what?”
He watches the numbers change, feeling entirely detached from himself as the elevator’s door opens.
“Keep your hands to yourself, Matsumoto,” he grits, chest heaving. “I’m already here. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
“Hurry or I’m never letting you inside this apartment,” Jun says, his voice turning a few octaves lower when he added, “Or inside me, ever.”
Sho feels sweat breaks across his temple. “A minute,” he says, stepping inside the elevator, shaking. “Fucking keep the door open or I swear I won’t be held responsible for breaking it if I’m there and it’s locked.” he adds, before he promptly hangs up.
.two.
To his credit, Jun did keep his promise by keeping his front door open for him. He ungracefully shoves his way inside and locks the door behind him, not bothering taking his shoes off properly and just toeing them off in haste. He takes one second to consider lining them properly next to Jun’s but figures Jun can bitch him about it later. His one minute is almost up, after all.
He shrugs and turns to the direction of the living room. “Jun, hey, it’s me.” He calls.
“You better be,” Jun returns; “because if not, I swear I’m going to be pissed. Come over here already.”
He leaves his bag where he is but made sure his phone is with him. He’s going to need it, after all.
.three.
He reached the living room in record-breaking time and the first he sees is Jun, sitting on the couch and looking deliciously pissed.
He is also not wearing enough clothes.
“I was kinda hoping I would do the undressing part too,” he says, feeling a little upset.
“It’s going to take you forever if we do that,” Jun says; Sho watches his hand disappear from view. It draws a noise from his throat the second he realizes where it is, in between Jun’s legs, obviously touching himself. “Anyway, stop complaining. I left my boxers on for you to take care of. Now move your ass and come here. Show me what you learned from those two filthy rabbits.”
He swallows hard and starts walking.
.four.
They spend the next several minutes making out hotly on the couch. Sho finds himself on top of Jun, covering Jun’s half-naked body with his own, fingers alternating between touching Jun’s face and arms, down to Jun’s toned abdomen. Every now and then he feels Jun’s cock against his hip, hard and throbbing, obviously demanding further attention.
He tears his mouth away from Jun’s and slides it across Jun’s jaw, to the underside of his ear as he curves his palm possessively against Jun’s hip.
“Nino taught me something good,” he whispers wetly into Jun’s ear; Jun shivers in answer, fingers tightening their grip around his back. “I can show you.”
“Does it involve tongue?” Jun asks, and he has to bite Jun’s ear lightly for it even though he doesn’t answer. He doesn’t feel the need to, really. “Okay, so I guess it involves tongue, go ahead then.” Jun follows, keening softly when he all but licks the shell of Jun’s ear.
“Hang on,” he says, and pulls himself up, taking Jun with him.
.five.
“Fuck, Sho-san,” Jun whimpers, fingers tight on his hair. He doesn’t say anything - he can’t - not when his mouth is full and he is mainly trying to concentrate on breathing. He doesn’t have much of an experience with regards to blowing a fellow man’s nuts, not really, but seeing Nino do it up-close certainly helped.
He pulls back from Jun’s cock just far enough to talk, licking around his lips as he thumbs on the head.
“I haven’t done the curly-slip thing and you’re already whimpering,” he teases, wondering if it’s okay to ask Jun for a return favor. Maybe later.
“Curly what?” Jun asks, disoriented; Sho can’t help himself laughing. “What’s funny?”
“Nothing,” he says; he doesn’t want to risk being punched in the face for pissing Jun off before they even made it to the main event after all. “You’re still okay? Can I suck you again?”
“God, stop asking and just do it.”
“Thanks,” he murmurs and takes Jun’s cock deep in his mouth again.
.six.
“Sho-san, you have to stop,” Jun groans, pushing him away; he honestly doesn’t want to stop, but he figures he can always do this again. He goes for another lick, moaning at the taste of Jun beneath his tongue before he pulls away completely.
“Next time, you’re going to make me suck you till you come in my mouth,” he says, voice husky for having Jun’s cock in his mouth for a while. Jun gasps in answer and tugs him up for a hungry kiss which he wholeheartedly reciprocates.
“Jesus Christ, stop talking and get on with Ninomiya’s lesson,” Jun pants into his mouth, tugging impatiently at his shirt. He realizes he still has it on - he still has pretty much everything on - aside from his belt (which miraculously ended up undone) and his socks. He backs away a little so he can take his shirt off but Jun doesn’t let him get too far.
Soon Jun is tugging on his jeans two-handedly once he has undone the button and slid the zipper down. His boxers went with it and he is rewarded with a growl so deep the second Jun’s eyes finds his cock - throbbing hard and already slicked wet at the tip - cupping him with both hands as Jun noses his thigh.
“I need a minute, Jun,” he says, grasping Jun’s jaw and ducking down to kiss him. When he pulls back, Jun’s eyes are lidded heavily and his mouth is bruised red. He’s so fucking beautiful that Sho can’t resist kissing him again. “God, don’t look at me like that.” he says, thumbing the side of Jun’s mouth as Jun whimpers his name.
“Hurry up, Sho-san,” Jun says; Sho knows it’s going to be decidedly difficult to slow down once they get there, but for Jun, he’ll do it. He takes Jun’s face in his hands and pulls him up, momentary annoyed at the slight difference on their height as he stands on tiptoes to reach Jun’s mouth.
“Bed,” he whispers, thumbing the beauty mark above Jun’s lips tenderly. “There’s no way we are going to do this here. I have to make sure you’re comfortable when I’m fucking you.”
Jun shivers in answer and Sho has to kiss him again, can’t not, before he is tugging Jun to the direction of his bedroom.
.seven.
“I… G-God, Sho-san,” Jun moans from his position on the bed, on his stomach, with pillows shoved under his hips as Sho works three fingers inside him; he’s still so tight even after the overabundance of lube Sho has smeared over his fingers that Sho is almost convinced fucking him with something bigger, blunter is impossible. But Jun is moaning and bucking his hips back into Sho’s fingers eagerly, calling his name and making the most delicious sounds Sho’s ever heard in his life.
“Fuck, you’re amazing, Jun,” he tells Jun, encouragingly. He is watching the way Jun’s skin ripples everytime he thrusts his fingers inside Jun, stilling them inside trying to remember Ohno’s instruction earlier.
“Slide in to the hilt,” Ohno had said, “There’s this bundle of nerves inside that, if you hit it just right, will drive Jun batshit crazy with pleasure.”
He focuses on finding that spot, sweat breaking across his skin, trying to tune Jun out. He doesn’t think it’ll be this difficult, but for Jun he is willing to try. After all, the delicious noises coming from the back of Jun’s throat is enough to keep him going, teeth biting into his lower lip as he works his fingers in to the hilt, crooking them inside Jun with purpose. When he does touched something that made Jun almost jump from the bed, he grins triumphantly and massages that spot two more times until Jun is shaking, begging him to stop.
“G-God, what the hell was that?!” Jun grumbles, turning his head sideway to look at Sho; he is trembling from head to toe and Sho feels so proud of himself he is ducking down to kiss Jun’s butt affectionately. “Oh my god, stop that!”
“You’re so damn cute, God,” he says, clutching at Jun’s calf and prompting him to move. “Like this,” he says, when Jun turns over on his back. “I want to look at you.”
“I want you to fucking get on with it, Sho-san,” Jun grunts, his face red and his chest flushed with color too. His skin is damp with sweat and Sho can’t help but appreciate the way Jun looks right now, can’t help but run his fingers across Jun’s perfectly smooth skin. “Please.”
“I plan to,” he answers, then forces himself away from Jun when he remembers something. Jun is growling, pulling himself from the bed to reach him, to tug him back. “Wait, I just need to go and get the condoms -“
“You don’t need it, Sho-san,” Jun grits; his face is so red but there’s determination in his eyes that doesn’t exactly show in his voice. “Come fuck me now or you won’t ever get to, I swear.”
Sho gives himself exactly two seconds to let Jun’s threat sink in and chuckles at the impatient look in Jun’s eyes. For a moment, he just stares at Jun, basking on the warmth of him beneath Sho’s hands before he is ducking down, helping himself for another kiss, his clean hand on Jun’s cheek as he braces himself with the other against the bed near Jun’s head.
“You’re sure?” he asks when he pulls away.
Jun nods in submission, one hand trailing down to take Sho’s cock in his hand. “Yes,” Jun says, “Please don’t ask me again.”
Sho carefully tugs Jun’s hand away from himself as he positions himself above Jun. “Just need to be sure, is all.”
“Fuck me, Sho-san.”
“I will.”
.eight.
To be honest, Sho’s not entirely sure what he’s doing. It’s also a little scary, given the fact that Jun obviously trusts him with all his heart to allow him this.
He’s not even halfway in but Sho can already feel the strain of his entry on the way Jun’s inner walls clamp around him as if on cue. He is staring down to where their bodies are joined, breathing raggedly at the sight of his cock slowly disappearing inside Jun’s body.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters, sweat breaking across his temple at the overwhelming sensation punching through him the moment he’s all the way in. He stills, if only to regulate his breathing for a bit, leaning down to catch Jun’s mouth for a kiss and feels Jun’s legs wrapping around his waist while they kiss.
When he pulls back, Jun’s eyes are shaded with something to tender as Jun’s fingers thread through his hair.
“God, you’re so beautiful, Jun,” he whispers, chest tight with emotion he can hardly contain. “And mine, you’re mine.”
“Yes,” Jun agrees readily, and Sho wants him so much it hurts. “So what are you still waiting for there, Sho-san?” Jun breathes, “I’m yours. Take me.”
He chuckles, brushing Jun’s hair away his temple and ducks down for another kiss. “Give me a minute,” he says, hoarsely, shifting a little on his hunches for leverage. He and Jun groans in unison, his cock apparently sliding a little deeper into Jun at the movement.
“You better fuck me now, Sho-san, or I won’t be held responsible for coming so soon,” Jun grits, fingers scrabbling for purchase around Sho’s forearms. “Like, seriously.”
Sho grunts, ducks down and breathes harshly into the side of Jun’s neck, squeezing Jun’s hip possessively.
“Pushy bottom,” he teases, then groans when Jun retaliates by clenching around Sho’s throbbing dick. “Oh god, don’t do that.”
“Sho-san. Sho, please -“ Jun grits, his eyes unfocused, his fingers scrabbling for purchase around Sho’s back. Sho knows he’s not going to last, finds himself looking down to where Jun’s cock rests, the tip shining with pre-cum.
“Shit, shit…Jun -“
“Sho-san -“
Sho doesn’t even need to be told what he should do, his hips thrusting into Jun, hard and punishing, just the way Sho knows Jun likes it.
.nine.
It doesn’t end there.
Sho’s first orgasm didn’t stop him from fucking Jun once again, on his hands and knees, not when Jun had begged for it, continuously, even despite the fact that Jun came even before he did, too. He’s rutting behind Jun, fingers gripping Jun’s hips tight, mumbling things under his breath and watching the ripples of sensation across Jun’s skin.
“Fuck, so good, so good, Jun -“
“Harder,” Jun growls, back arching to Sho’s every thrust and Sho likes him like this too, head thrown back in surrender. Sho can’t stop fucking into Jun, the next thrust harder than the last, swearing under his breath when Jun bucks back into him in answer. “Faster, Sho-san!”
He doesn’t even need to be told twice.
.ten.
Two hours and three orgasms later, Sho is slumped on the bed, face mashed against Jun’s shoulder blade. Jun’s hand is on Sho’s soft cock, cupping it gently, almost possessively.
“Was that your first time with a man, Sho-san?” Jun asks a moment later, obviously more coherent than Sho gives him credit for. Sho doesn’t realize what the question is, at least after he’d already nodded his head in answer. “Not bad.”
“Huh?”
“I said not bad for someone who -“
“Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean?” he is scowling and he knows it but Jun can very well deal with it right now. He forces himself to shift away from Jun. “Don’t tell me you’ve….no,”
“What?” Jun breathes, sliding his arms beneath his head. He’s smiling, too, like he’s thoroughly enjoying Sho’s annoyance.
“Did you or did you not have sex with…with someone - w-with a man before…before now?”
Jun looks terribly pleased with himself. He shrugs. “Well, that depends,”
“On what?”
“Depends on whether fucking myself with a dick, even though it’s not a real dick, counts?”
Sho is going to have a hard time getting that. “What?”
Jun looks boyish for a moment, his cheeks dusted with color. “Well, you sure took your sweet time convincing yourself you like me enough to - what?”
“Love,” Sho clarifies, much to Jun’s obvious embarrassment. “I’m pretty sure I told you I am in love with you and not -“
“Oh, please do shut up and just, I don’t know, lie down so I can suck you this time, how’s that?”
“But you haven’t told me -“
“Never,” Jun tells him, mouth not even a breath away from his own. “I’ve never been with another man, Sakurai. You’re all I ever wanted. Happy?”
He is worming his fingers around Jun’s head, pulling him down for a kiss.
“More than you ever know, Matsumoto.”