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“Ahh,” Yoshiki moans as Hikaru thrusts forward and into him.

He’s moving so slow inside, but Yoshiki’s whole body shudders with the intensity of it – how close to orgasm he is. They’ve been going at this for so long that Yoshiki is starting to lose his grasp on reality. Has it been hours? Days?

It feels like eternity that Hikaru has been fucking him like this – slow and unhurried. He can hardly remember what it’s like for his ass not to be so filled with Hikaru. The pressure and heat and fullness that’s making his head so hazy.

It’s almost torturous.

But –

“You’re so pretty like this,” Hikaru hums, enraptured.

He grinds himself inside of Yoshiki – against the place that feels best – and the bed creaks beneath them. It’s a quiet noise, but Yoshiki feels like it fills the small space of their apartment – a shouted indictment of his perverse enjoyment.

“Hikaru, I – unnnnh – I can’t – ”

Yoshiki’s cock juts into the air – pink-flushed and angry at being so neglected. Hikaru hasn’t touched him there at all. Not a soft stroke or a kiss or a nice relieving squeeze.

Nothing.

Hikaru isn’t ignoring Yoshiki’s most sensitive spots out of spite or to drive him mad – not in the slightest. He’s just too curious and audacious – too hungry.

Hikaru’s new obsession is discovering every single possible way to make Yoshiki come.

He’s always had a fascination with the human body, especially Yoshiki’s, but now he’s adamant in finding every way he can play it like a fiddle.

“I can’t,” Yoshiki grits out through his teeth. “I need – ugh – ”

He’s never been able to reach his peak like this – just from the sensations inside him – but Hikaru is stubborn in his insistence that it’s possible.

Yoshiki’s body is made for pleasure – Hikaru is sure of it.

And he’s determined to prove it, no matter what it takes from either of them.

He’s come inside of Yoshiki twice already, but his inhuman virility makes it so that finishing doesn’t mean he’s finished. When he pumps Yoshiki even fuller – again – his thrusting barely slows, in his dogged pursuit.

“You can, Yoshiki. You feel good, don’t you?”

Hikaru sounds almost frightening when he’s like this.

He’s hypnotized by his impulses, by his lust for Yoshiki.

Yoshiki can only whimper.

“If I make you come like this, you can go again,” Hikaru tells him. “I bet you could do it over and over.”

“Unghh, stop it,” Yoshiki groans.

Hikaru’s hips still, and the friction inside Yoshiki settles – even though the heavy weight of Hikaru’s dick continues to hold him stretched and open.

“You really want me to stop?”

Through the fog in Yoshiki’s brain, he manages to focus his eyes on Hikaru.

Beautiful Hikaru.

His pale, smooth, sweat-dotted skin.

His red, glowing, hungry eyes.

There’s a desperate, pleading look in those eyes – and Yoshiki knows immediately that he’s going to fold.

Yoshiki’s so embarrassed, and he feels like an utter degenerate – moaning and writhing on Hikaru’s cock like this. Part of him doesn’t even want to come this way – from being fucked, like his dick is some extraneous appendage.

But does feel good.

So good.

And Hikaru likes this idea too much.

He’d try to make Yoshiki orgasm from rubbing his earlobes, if he could.

It’s all just making Yoshiki lose his grip on his sanity.

He wants to keep going, and he doesn’t have to even say it. Hikaru knows the difference between Yoshiki telling him ‘stop’ because he means it – and when ‘stop’ falls from Yoshiki’s lips as a reflex. A weak protestation that only means he’s feeling embarrassed – or worse, that he’s feeling too good.

A pleased, mischievous smile spreads across Hikaru’s lips.

“I love you, Yoshiki.”

Damn him.

“I love you,” he repeats, as his pace picks up again.

The new angle puts more friction on Yoshiki’s prostate, and it’s – it’s heaven. It’s agony.

“I’ll make you come like this, Yoshiki. Then you can do whatever you want to my body, okay?” Hikaru plies, sweetly. “I promise.”

As if Hikaru ever denies him anything in the first place.

But Yoshiki nods anyway – mind fogged.

And Hikaru fucks a little faster. Harder.

“That’s it, Yoshiki,” Hikaru coos, before sucking on Yoshiki’s lower lip. “Do I feel good inside you?”

Yoshiki screws his eyes closed and nods.

He does feel good.

God, it feels so good.

There’s so much warm, sloshing liquid inside him.

All that cum that Hikaru is trying to fuck deep into him.

But he doesn’t know if his body can do this thing Hikaru wants. He doesn’t know if it’s enough – if he has it in him.

“Try to shoot it for me,” Hikaru coaxes. “I like watchin’ you. You feel so good when you squeeze me.”

He ruts inside Yoshiki, and even in his haze, Yoshiki can sense his urgency. He pushes impossibly closer, wedging his thighs under Yoshiki – bowing Yoshiki’s body just right. Then he keeps fucking and fucking and fucking into him. The movement makes Yoshiki’s cock throb almost painfully.

He wants to touch himself so bad that it’s starting to feel impossible not to. How can he keep ignoring that voice in his head? Every neuron in his brain is screaming at him – at Hikaru.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Touch me.

Please – I’ll do anything just –

He wants his cock rubbed. He wants it inside something soft and wet.

The steady pressing and kneading in his ass is incredible – but the edges of that feeling are too blunt, too round – it’s just not enough. If Yoshiki can’t get some kind of relief soon, he thinks he might break down in tears.

“Just focus on how good it feels,” Hikaru hums, soft and cajoling. “You like it when I fuck you – don’t you, Yoshiki?”

Hikaru’s blunt words twist sweet, hot arousal in Yoshiki’s stomach, and he can’t even respond. He only balls his fists into the sheets.

“I love makin’ you feel good.”

Hikaru drags his cock out slowly – and it builds that tension inside of Yoshiki, but it’s not the same as the build he feels when he’s about to have an orgasm.

Still, it swells in him.

It lifts – higher, higher, higher, until –

“Ungh.”

A thin, milky liquid dribbles from Yoshiki’s slit and drips down his shaft. It’s more watery than normal cum, and it doesn’t shoot out the way it should, but it’s there – a puddle of it gathering on Yoshiki’s stomach.

What the hell?

Did I –

Yoshiki can’t believe it, but each time Hikaru thrusts into him, a weak spurt of pearly white fluid comes out of his cock – and his ass is twitching around Hikaru’s length, like he’s cumming.

“Hnnghh.”

There are noises being fucked out of Yoshiki are giving him away, and it feels as good as an orgasm does, but it’s missing that usual crest and drop. There’s no hypersensitivity or feeling of completion – even though his whole body is tingling.

There’s no relief.

Just more pleasure.

Hikaru reaches a finger out towards Yoshiki’s flinching cock like he wants to feel the slippery substance, but he stops himself. And it doesn’t matter how good it all feels, because Yoshiki is so frustrated that he could scream.

“Ahh, look at it, Yoshiki,” Hikaru murmurs, entranced by the sight of even more of Yoshiki’s juices pulsing out each time he thrusts. “You’ve never done this before. It must feel real good, huh? You can do even more, can’t you? I can keep goin’, can’t I?”

Hikaru’s movements stutter, and he screws his eyes shut for a moment – making a soft noise as he ejaculates again. Yoshiki can feel it – fuck, his stomach feels too full. He bites his tongue to try to stop more embarrassing noises from coming out of him, but it doesn’t work. He groans and pants like he’s gagging for it.

But Hikaru still doesn’t stop.

He doesn’t slow down.

No – now that he’s made Yoshiki’s body weird, he’s going even faster. Harder.

He’s insatiable.

He’s going to kill me.

Yoshiki can’t bring himself to care about that enough to make Hikaru stop, though.

“Yoshiki, can I use my insides?” Hikaru asks, even more urgent, this time.

Hikaru is pushing it, he really is. He’s too eager with his insides. He always goes right up to the brink of going too far – of pushing Yoshiki beyond his limits.

But Yoshiki’s head is fuzzy from his, sort of, orgasm – and he wants more.

Even though his ass – his whole body – is convulsing with how incredible it feels, he hasn’t had that sharp release that he needs.

“Don’t – haahh – don’t do too much,” Yoshiki huffs, pinching his eyebrows into a frown.

They both know Yoshiki is only putting up a front – a protest to save his pride. But Hikaru isn’t put off by Yoshiki’s attitude. He simply curls down over Yoshiki’s body to catch his mouth in a deep, dirty kiss.

With Hikaru’s tongue in his mouth, Yoshiki feels the first surge of coolness inside his ass. It’s so slippery and overwhelming, but it makes more watery cum spurt languidly from Yoshiki’s dick.

“Ah – Hikaru – too much,” Yoshiki whimpers.

It’s stretching him.

Too wide. Too open.

Yoshiki writhes around it, trying to escape the swelling feeling.

Hikaru’s little tentacles curl around Yoshiki’s tender rim and stretch him even more. They slither into him so deep it makes Yoshiki’s toes curl.

It’s – oh fuck – it’s good.

He likes it.

Fuck, he loves it.

Shit.

Hikaru rubs his palms over Yoshiki’s chest like a creature possessed.

Normally, Yoshiki nipples aren’t sensitive, but this thing they’re doing is making Yoshiki’s whole body strange and reactive. The rough rub over one peaked bud makes Yoshiki gasp, so Hikaru gives him more. More of everything. More stretched, but more filled too.

How much is Hikaru going to force inside of him?

There’s so much in him it makes Yoshiki’s stomach ache. His hips feel weird and sore. He’s about to tell Hikaru to stop – to slow down, to ease up – when he’s taken completely by surprise as he comes.

“Ahh – fuuck – Hikaru – haaahh.”

There’s no denying it now, the way he’s coming on Hikaru’s cock. The way the swelling of Hikaru’s strange insides are enough pull every fiber in Yoshiki’s body tight. Every muscle in him is spasming – and there’s not enough coherency in his mind to even consider keeping his voice down.

“I’m coming. Fuck – I’m – ” Yoshiki chokes around the words.

It feels different than what he’s used to. More of a full body wave of sensation than a burst of pleasure centralized between his thighs.

Next to the cool, vibrating fullness of Hikaru’s true form, all that sloshing, slick ejaculate in his ass is even more impossible to ignore. It’s so warm. Burning hot and gushing, he can feel how deeply Hikaru is inside him – reaching further than should be possible. He keeps creeping farther in – aching centimeter by aching centimeter.

“More?” Hikaru asks.

It’s not really a question, though.

It’s a plea.

“Please, Yoshiki. Lemme do it more. Please.”

Yoshiki shakes his head.

“This – ah – feels – ungh – really weird,” he gasps and gasps, unable to catch his breath.

“I just came,” he adds, unnecessarily.

He doesn’t need to tell Hikaru. The neighbors probably know it.

“Bad?” Hikaru asks, somehow managing to pout as he grinds his hips over and over against the backs of Yoshiki’s thighs.

Yoshiki groans as something shifts inside him. Hikaru is doing something weird – something that two human bodies wouldn’t be able to.

“Is it bad?” Hikaru presses.

Yoshiki won’t lie to him. He doesn’t have the mental capacity to lie, anyway. Not with that full, pressure, stretch, pound, friction good, good, good – ah – so fucking good feeling.

And his body is a simple, human thing. His dick is still hard. It wants to be touched. There’s this gnawing feeling inside him – an itch left unscratched, a last box left unticked.

Hikaru was right – coming like this just makes him want more. Again and again. He’s pretty sure that feeling isn’t going to go away – not until Hikaru’s ready to have mercy on him.

“It’s g-good,” Yoshiki manages to say.

Hikaru whines out a happy noise, like a puppy.

“Good Yoshiki. Perfect Yoshiki.”

The strangeness inside Yoshiki shifts, and he finally realizes what Hikaru is doing. He’s using his insides to wrap completely around Yoshiki’s prostate. His immense true form is enveloping that swollen, throbbing, sensitive gland.

Then, he squeezes it. Gentle, but firm.

Rhythmic pulses – almost vibrating – rumble through Yoshiki.

It makes Yoshiki’s back arch. It pulls some humiliating noises out of him.

Hikaru looks like he’s seen God when he watches the reaction Yoshiki is having, and he doesn’t stop.

“Hika–unhhh.”

Yoshiki can barely speak.

The feeling of Hikaru inside him is too much – the heat of his cock, the pulsing squeeze of his insides.

Every part of Yoshiki is being lit up except his poor, neglected dick.

Hikaru reaches down and gently pinches one of Yoshiki’s pale nipples, making Yoshiki groan and screw his eyes shut. He doesn’t know those curious, extra-dimensional tentacles are reaching towards the other side of his chest until he feels them, cold and slick. Those inhuman parts of Hikaru swirl and suck.

“Wait,” Yoshiki gasps. “I’m gonna – ahhh.”

The vibrating squeeze around his prostate turns into a low, rumbling that makes Yoshiki throw his head back against the pillow. He can’t stand this much longer – and he’s not even surprised when he comes again. The only surprising thing is what’s not there. His cock jerks and bobs in the air, but nothing comes out of him. Like maybe Hikaru has already fucked all the fluids out of his body – or maybe whatever strange thing he’s doing to Yoshiki’s prostate is stopping him from ejaculating. Whatever it is, all Yoshiki can do is gasp and moan through the blissful agony of his anal orgasm.

Hikaru fingers and tendrils still, and he stares at Yoshiki with wide, excited eyes.

“Did you have another one?”

Yoshiki squirms beneath him on the bed, trying to pull away from the pleasure that’s too intense. Too pressing.

But Hikaru only fucks him deeper. Fuller.

The greedy, love-drunk, lust-high, little monster hasn’t had his fill.

“Hikaru, it’s – ” Yoshiki gasps.

The acuteness of sensation in Yoshiki shifts from the good kind to the truly too much kind in an instant. And Yoshiki’s not sure how Hikaru is so good at deciphering it – if it’s the change in the pitch of the sounds Yoshiki is making or a minuscule muscle in his face that contracts. Maybe it’s some innate intuition borne of Hikaru’s inhuman, godlike nature. Maybe it’s a learned skill from years of watching Yoshiki so carefully. Whatever it is, Hikaru knows him.

He knows Yoshiki’s limits and how to tip toe right up to the very edge of them, without shoving Yoshiki over.

So he bows his body over Yoshiki. He kisses wet and eagerly – lapping his tongue against the plushness of Yoshiki’s lower lip, his slack mouth. And he pulls back his insides from the depths of Yoshiki’s body – slow enough that he doesn’t make Yoshiki’s head spin or his stomach turn.

“You ok?” he asks, dropping chaste little kisses on Yoshiki’s cheek.

Yoshiki’s ass feels weird, and he’s pretty sure he understands what it’s like to be a wrung out dishrag, but he certainly is more than just ‘ok.’

The only problem is…

“Don’t act all innocent now,” Yoshiki accuses, voice raspy and thick with overuse.

Hikaru pulls out, finally – with a distinct wetness.

Yoshiki should get up and clean himself off, but –

He still feels a bit…

Is this a joke?

What’s wrong with me?

It should be impossible, to want to come again. But the intense, mind-breaking pleasure he’s been feeling has left him frustrated. Being brought to orgasm that way was transcendent, but it didn’t have that same sharp feeling of release and finality – that intense sensitivity that almost hurts. He’s still so damned horny, like some kind of beast, and when he stares at how beautiful Hikaru looks – bare and lean and so alive inside his body –

Yoshiki still wants him.

Is this how Yoshiki would always be if he didn’t have any refractory period?

Would he want to fuck Hikaru constantly?

Endlessly?

Until they both die right there, on their bed, of exhaustion and dehydration?

Maybe Yoshiki needs psychological help.

But clearly, his dick wants Hikaru, too, because his erection is showing absolutely no signs of flagging. And there’s just a hint of petty vengefulness in him, too, over how far Hikaru has pushed him. There’s a part of Yoshiki – a very large, very insistent part – that wants to watch Hikaru squirm as much as Hikaru made him squirm.

“Ahh, Yoshiki. Can you puts yours in me, now?” Hikaru plies, eyeing Yoshiki where he’s hard and flushed. “You can go a little more, right? I want it in me. Please.”

It’s too bad that Hikaru doesn’t have any shame to exploit in return.

He turns around and puts his face against the sheets, ass in the air – like it’s nothing at all to show off his hole to Yoshiki.

Although, really, he doesn’t have any reason to be shy about it. It’s such a pretty hole. Pink and tight and –

Put it in.

Put it in.

The simplest, most blindly lustful parts of Yoshiki’s brain chant commands to him, and Yoshiki wants to fuck Hikaru so, so badly – right now, right this instant – but he needs to reciprocate at least a tenth of what Hikaru has done to him. He needs to turn Hikaru into a sobbing, whimpering mess, so he starts with his tongue instead.

He’s impatient, though. There’s no soft teasing, no lapping licks. He dives right in. Pointing his tongue and pushing it as deep into Hikaru as it’ll go. Hikaru moans so sweetly at it that it makes Yoshiki’s erection jerk and ache.

So, he enters and enters and enters Hikaru’s hole until Hikaru’s thighs are shaking. He thinks maybe he could bring Hikaru over the edge with just his tongue, but as much as Hikaru likes the sensitivity of that ring of muscle, what he needs is firm, consistent contact against his prostate.

“Yoshiki, put it in,” Hikaru whines, needy.

It’s almost enough to override Yoshiki’s plans. Almost.

Hikaru is too beautiful this way – so mouth-wateringly enticing.

But Yoshiki has just enough residual embarrassment and pettiness to hold on to his self control.

“You do it,” he orders.

“Huh?” Hikaru huffs. “But I want you.”

Hikaru doesn’t have any shame, but he has his own buttons and his own weaknesses – and one of them is Yoshiki. Being denied Yoshiki’s touch? Yoshiki figures that’s good enough payback for Hikaru’s overzealous behavior.

“You said I could do whatever I wanted to you, didn’t you?” Yoshiki reminds him.

Hikaru shifts his weight, stalling – but eventually, he relents.

“Fine,” Hikaru says, petulantly – reaching behind himself.

But Yoshiki moves first, circling Hikaru’s wrists and holding them gently against the bed.

“Not with your fingers,” he swallows, trying to keep his voice steady – low and commanding. “Use your insides.”

Yoshiki’s face burns the moment he says it. He’s been fantasizing about this for a while, but he hasn’t been able to bring himself to ask for it. Not until now – only when he’s so worked up that he can get past the voice in his head shouting at him that he’s a degenerate pervert.

Hikaru huffs again – face still planted against the bed – but he follows Yoshiki’s orders. Those inky tendrils sprout from the cavity in his chest and slide out over Hikaru’s naked skin. They come from both sides of him, wrapping around his waist and hips to slither over the roundness of his ass. His skin is so silky – almost hairless – and every line of firm muscle makes Yoshiki’s mouth water.

“Beautiful,” Yoshiki murmurs, under his breath – because even when he’s trying to tease Hikaru, he can’t help but pamper him with the little bits of praise that Hikaru longs for.

The affectionate word makes Hikaru sigh as several tentacle-like appendages meet at the puckered, pink entrance to his body.

Yoshiki watches, rapt, as the first one nudges inside. The soft sound of a swallowed breath makes Yoshiki ache – knowing Hikaru is touching himself like this for him.

The shimmering, shifting tendril pushes in deeper, and Yoshiki sees the way Hikaru’s flushed rim goes pale at the pressure of being pushed open.

“More,” Yoshiki chokes out – surprised at himself and the demanding tone of his voice.

A second appendage – a thicker one – wriggles its way inside of Hikaru’s hole, and Hikaru moans at the feeling of it.

“Does it feel good?” Yoshiki asks, mesmerized by the pretty picture in front of him.

“Mhm,” Hikaru hums. “But I don’t wanna do it myself. I want you.”

Yoshiki is going to give Hikaru what he wants – what they both so desperately want – but he can still make him wait a bit more. He likes this too much to give it up so quickly.

“Not yet,” he says, soft and reassuring – because even when he’s trying to be a little bit mean, he can’t stand the thought of making Hikaru worry about being kept alone too long.

Hikaru whimpers like a puppy, anyway, and Yoshiki thinks of how pretty he’d look on a leash.

“Go deeper,” Yoshiki tells him.

Hikaru nods into the sheets and pushes those ethereal limbs inside himself even further. The larger of the two tendrils is flared – getting thicker the deeper it slides inside – and it makes Hikaru’s hips wriggle with the feeling. But once it sinks in another few centimeters, it doesn’t move.

Hikaru goes completely still – stalling.

Yoshiki waits for him to go on, but he doesn’t.

He’s doing it on purpose.

He’s waiting.

Hikaru isn’t doing anything that Yoshiki isn’t telling him to do.

Deprived of Yoshiki’s physical touch, he’s demanding that Yoshiki at least command his movements. That Yoshiki guides him through this act.

So stubborn.

Yoshiki might be irritated by it if he wasn’t so wholly, entirely smitten about it. It’s making his cock throb, it’s so erotic.

“F-find the spot that feels good,” Yoshiki orders, around the heavy tug of desire inside him.

Hikaru obeys immediately, slithering those ineffable tentacles around until his hips jut forward suddenly. He moans, open mouthed against the bed as he massages against his prostate.

God almighty.

It’s too much.

Yoshiki can’t stop his own hand from dropping to his bare, neglected cock and squeezing himself. He needs to come again, but he’s not nearly done with Hikaru. Not even close.

“Keep doin’ that,” Yoshiki instructs him. “But use the other one to – ”

No matter how turned on and out of his mind he is, Yoshiki fumbles around the words – embarrassed. But Hikaru lets out a needy sound from deep in his throat, and Yoshiki pushes past his self-consciousness to give Hikaru what he needs.

“I wanna watch you...” Yoshiki’s heart is pounding as he drinks in the way Hikaru’s thighs tremble. “Fuck yourself open for me.”

Hikaru does it – just for him. He thrusts the wet, slippery limb in and out and back in again, so that Yoshiki can watch the way his rim clings to it. And at the same time, he rubs himself where he feels best.

“You – hnnn – you wanna see?” Hikaru purrs, teasingly.

Yoshiki’s supposed to be in charge here, but he can’t help but groan out a soft little ‘yes.’

More thin tendrils of Hikaru’s inhuman form slip between his lean, pert ass cheeks – and Yoshiki feels like he’s going to pass out from the sight. He’s so completely out of it that he doesn’t even realize he’s begun to slowly stroke himself at this live sex show Hikaru is putting on for him.

It’s only more maddening when those extra appendages jam into Hikaru’s already overcrowded hole and pull.

Fuck.

Hikaru’s showing himself off for Yoshiki. Yoshiki can see the silky smoothness he’s dying to bury his cock in. The way Hikaru’s hole clenches desperately against the stretch – trying to close itself – makes Yoshiki so aroused that his stomach actually hurts.

Hikaru is clearly enjoying himself, too – judging by the pretty melody he’s singing.

“How deep inside are you?” Yoshiki breathes out, hypnotized.

Hikaru is panting against the sheets – his chest heaving with the effort.

“Deep,” he huffs.

“Can you do more?” Yoshiki says so quickly that he almost speaks over him, in his fervor.

He must be a terrible kind of hypocrite for thinking of Hikaru as the greedy one between them.

But Yoshiki doesn’t take it back. He doesn’t even feel a tiny bit remorseful as one of those color-shifting, otherworldly tendrils pulses and surges deeper into Hikaru.

“Fuck. You look – ” Yoshiki breathes out, shakily. “You look so incredible like this.”

Hikaru is stuffed so, so full for him.

Entranced by the way Hikaru is being so good and pliant, Yoshiki almost misses the way his other little tentacles have been exploring.

It’s as if Yoshiki’s request has opened a whole new door of self-pleasure for him, because a dark swirl of Hikaru’s being is tugging at one of his peaked nipples – pinching and fondling at the sensitive nub. Even more of Hikaru’s form pools and pulses over the other side of his chest in a movement like he’s sucking on himself.

Yoshiki squeezes on the head of his cock to stop himself from coming on the spot from the sight of it, but there’s an unpleasant wriggling in his gut, too.

Is he jealous of Hikaru’s own touch?

No, maybe he’s just displeased because he’d set out to make Hikaru desperate for him, and now Hikaru is having too much fun without him.

But he’s fucking himself so well – so good for Yoshiki – that Yoshiki’s arousal and jealousy swirl around in a bizarre crush of heat in his chest.

“Yoshiki, please,” Hikaru whines.

So, maybe he hasn’t forgotten about Yoshiki after all.

“Are you close?”

Hikaru nods, but then shakes his head.

“Uh-uh,” he practically sobs. “No, I need you.”

But his cock is flinching the way it does when he’s nearing his peak. It’s leaking so heavily – an almost constant flow of precum flowing from his slit – that means he’s close.

Yoshiki knows he’s refraining from touching himself there, because he’ll come in an instant, if he does. If Yoshiki makes him keep going like this, he’s going to come even without that stimulation.

It’s not really a big deal, since he can go again and again – but Yoshiki knows he doesn’t want to finish like that.

And Yoshiki won’t do that to him – he loves Hikaru too much to treat him that cruelly – but he thinks about saying something a little bit teasing, at least. About how Hikaru looks like he’s doing just fine on his own. About how it doesn’t seem like he needs Yoshiki at all. That he looks so pretty fondling his own nipples and fucking himself so well.

“Ahhh,” Hikaru sobs. “Please, Yoshiki.”

His mouth is open and slack where it’s pressed into the bed, but he doesn’t even stop thrusting into his own hole as he begs for Yoshiki.

Hikaru is whining and shaking for him – pleading to be fucked – and Yoshiki doesn’t even know when his condition got this bad.

“I want Yoshiki,” Hikaru moans out – voice so strained and desperate.

Yoshiki doesn’t hesitate a moment longer to lean down and wrap his arm around Hikaru’s chest, hauling him up onto his knees. The soothing contact of their skin pressing together makes Hikaru sigh out with relief, but the sound curls higher as Yoshiki slips three of his fingers right into Hikaru’s ass.

“You have me,” Yoshiki huffs against Hikaru’s neck as he pumps his fingers in and out of Hikaru’s warmth.

Hikaru pulls those tendrils of himself away, letting Yoshiki finger him properly, and Yoshiki holds him tight – pressing their bodies together everywhere he can.

And that now familiar part of Yoshiki’s brain that’s dominated by his basest, most animalistic instincts wants to fuck and breed that tight warm hole that clenches around his fingers. That part of his simple, male brain that wants to stick his dick into the warm, wriggling creature he loves.

“Yoshiki.”

Hikaru’s voice is pleading, even if he doesn’t know what to ask for – but Yoshiki knows what he wants.

Sliding into him feels better than it ever has. Ever. Yoshiki has the hypersensitivity of multiple orgasms paired with the heightened arousal of his neglected cock being repeatedly edged, and it’s like nothing else he’s ever experienced. There’s a whole body thrum to his pleasure. Like every nerve ending in his dick spreads out to every part of his body – his ears, his toes, his fingers.

“Ahhh, Hikaru.”

His cock has never felt like this.

It’s never been so good.

“Don’t come yet,” Hikaru pleads. “I need more.”

Yoshiki clenches his jaw. Hikaru feels too good. Too good.

But he is Hikaru’s servant. His worshiper.

He’ll obey his wishes.

He’ll kneel at Hikaru’s feet.

“There, there – ahh – ” Hikaru moans, as if Yoshiki hasn’t learned by heart – better than his own name – exactly the place Hikaru likes best.

But the teasing has made Hikaru sloppy and needy, and he cranes his neck to catch Yoshiki’s lips in a kiss. It’s desperate – the way Hikaru invades his mouth and his tongue. He laps against his teeth and tongue and the insides of his cheeks. It’s not skilled or finessed. It’s just raw, unbridled desire.

Bliss, bliss.

Yoshiki didn’t think it was possible for anything to ever feel this way. Hikaru’s ass grasps him so perfectly. His whole body is trembling with sensation, and he can’t even set the right pace. He’s thrusting into Hikaru too quickly – too hard – but he can’t clear his head enough to stop.

“Deeper,” Hikaru begs – his one, constant request.

Deeper. Deeper. Deeper.

There’s no deeper for Yoshiki to go, but Hikaru still wants it.

Like he wants Yoshiki to climb all the way inside of him.

Yoshiki fucks his ass desperately – rough and fast – as Hikaru tightens around Yoshiki’s cock.

“I’m gonna come,” Hikaru whimpers against Yoshiki’s tongue.

Hikaru’s erection bobs between his thighs, then flinches hard before he starts to shoot.

The pounding of Yoshiki’s hips makes Hikaru’s spurting cock jerk wildly, splattering his cum across the already soiled sheets.

“Don’t stop,” Hikaru moans, even when the pulse of fluid slows.

And Yoshiki can’t help it. Normally he’s so careful and measured when he’s in Hikaru, but it’s too much. He can’t stop himself from the desperate way he hammers into his ass. It feels too good – too good, too good. He wants to bury himself in Hikaru.

Yoshiki reaches around to his front – to let Hikaru fuck the tight grip of his hand – and Hikaru throws his head back so suddenly it’s a miracle that Yoshiki dodges it and avoids a broken nose.

“Ahh – ahhhh,”

Every hard thrust punches these noises out of Hikaru that Yoshiki wants to burn into his brain, and he’s caught by this sudden need – almost a panic – to ejaculate inside him. It’s more of that irrepressible mammalian brain and scratching instinct that’s driving him out of his mind.

He prays to the heavens that his balls aren’t actually empty – that he won’t come dry again. He’s maddened by his irrational desperation to feed Hikaru his semen. To paint the signs of his presence – his belonging – inside Hikaru’s body.

And finally, finally, finally – he catches the thing he’s been chasing.

That pleasurable point so sharp that it cuts him.

It slices sweet relief through him as he comes so hard that he’s sure he’s pumping his cum into Hikaru’s tonsils. His balls are spasming with the force of filling Hikaru.

And Yoshiki feels nothing but light and bliss.

The bone deep satisfaction of filling Hikaru. With himself.

Yoshiki’s not even aware of collapsing, but suddenly he’s on his side with Hikaru spooned into him. His cock is still in Hikaru’s fluttering hole, and Hikaru is writhing in his arms. He’s whimpering and wriggling – some kind of drawn out after-effect.

“Ahhh, Yoshiki, Yoshiki.”

Yoshiki feels like his brain is melted, but he rubs a soothing hand over Hikaru’s bicep. But the touch makes Hikaru shudder, and his ass tightens in pulses, like he’s orgasming again.

Ah, I’m still pressing against him there, Yoshiki realizes.

Even if he’s not moving, the pressure of his cockhead on Hikaru’s prostate makes him go off like a faulty gun. Unlike Yoshiki, Hikaru can go again and again, no matter the circumstances.

Hikaru doesn’t wriggle up off Yoshiki’s cock, even then. He just nestles in, sleepily rubbing that spot harder onto Yoshiki – chasing even more satisfaction, trying to wring out more and more pleasure from his body. Sleepily, Yoshiki caresses him where he’s still hard. Giving him more, giving him everything.

Yoshiki hums.

It still feels good. He’s about to pass out, definitely, but somehow it still feels good.

He uses the last bit of his strength to pull Hikaru even closer to him. To bury his face against Hikaru’s neck. To make sure Hikaru feels held and safe and loved.

*

Yoshiki wakes, hours later, to the tacky-sticky feeling of copious ejaculate on his skin.

He definitely needs a shower and a hot bath. A long one.

The sheets need a wash, too.

His stomach is starting to grumble.

But then Hikaru’s warm body shifts against him. A cool tendril pets against his inner thigh.

“Hey, Yoshiki. Can we go again?”

Suddenly, it feels like the bath can wait.

Or – at least – it can hold two people.

If they squeeze in real tight.