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The way Shouta gasps out, “Fuck, Hizashi,” is sweeter than any music he’s ever heard, and he’s not even using his mouth where it counts yet. He’s moved from Shouta’s mouth down to his neck—the skin here had been covered with bandages, but it’s unmarked now, no lingering bruises. He sucks at Shouta’s pulse, fluttering against his lips like a caged bird. Shouta’s fingers dig into the back of his head, gripping silky strands.
“Love it when you say my name,” Hizashi murmurs against his neck. “Always have.”
Shouta lets out a huff of a laugh. “See, now you’re talking.”
“As long as I’m not using my mouth for anything else!” Hizashi laughs before tracing his tongue up Shouta’s skin, finding another spot for a gentle bite.
Again, Shouta gasps, squirming in place. Hizashi turns, moving so his knees are on the couch, both of his hands braced on Shouta’s thighs, giving him a better angle to attack his neck. Maybe there’s a second reason he keeps it covered so often—from the way he reacts, it’s incredibly sensitive.
One of his hands moves to creep under the bottom of his shirt, carefully staying lower than he knows the injuries were, tracing the curve of his hipbone, the thick muscle over it.
“Hizashi, come on,” Shouta pants, pushing at his head. “You’re teasing again.”
Hizashi just chuckles, nuzzling against the wet flesh. “Doesn’t it feel good, though?” he murmurs. “Knowing what I’m going to do is going to feel great?” He traces a new bruise—one with such a different meaning than the ugly rainbow that covers so much of Shouta’s skin—with his tongue, and Shouta shivers. “Getting to feel what my mouth is going to do to your cock?”
Shouta groans. “Hizashi,” he says, and his voice is as pleading as it is chastising. “Didn’t know you had such a dirty mouth.”
Hizashi hums in agreement, grinning. “Oh, you don’t even know. But I’m going to show you.”
The legs under him shift, spreading further apart. “Please.”
His smile gets wider, even as he’s clinging to this moment with both hands. All Shouta’s words and noises feed something in him, the obvious of the way he’s achingly hard as he reaches down to carelessly pull his dick to a more comfortable position, but also something that glows in his chest. “Damn, that sounds good. Can I get that with my name?”
Shouta just looks back at him, not managing to fight a grin, even as he says, “No. This isn’t a restaurant.”
“Aw, c’mon!” Hizashi whines, but he’s still smiling too. “I’ll say it too! Pretty please, Shouta?”
Shouta shifts again, pushing his head down again. “Earn it, then.”
This time, Hizashi moves, sliding down to the floor. “Oh, I will.” He settles himself between Shouta’s knees, his fingers just past his knees, rubbing in circles. He takes a second just to look up at Shouta coyly, head tilted down and looking up through his lashes, and he gets to watch him swallow when he slowly licks his lips.
It’s easy, under his eager gaze, to pretend like he’s not desperate for this. It’s just another side of the coin to savor this, to throw his all into letting Shouta experience all the myriad kinds of pleasure he can give.
Hizashi leans in, nuzzling against the insides of his thighs, the fabric of his pants, moving in towards his groin and then back out, shooting a glance up at Shouta. When he does, Shouta huffs. “You’re awful.”
“You love it,” Hizashi quips, flashing a grin at him. But his mouth is watering, and he can’t wait any longer to lean in where he really wants to be, sticking his tongue out to run along the straining fabric stretched over Shouta’s cock. Even the light pressure makes Shouta draw in a quick breath, and Hizashi is dizzy with how much he wants this, and the knowledge that Shouta wants it just as much.
He follows the same trail with his mouth, caressing it with his lips, and with his face this close he can smell what had so intoxicated him last time. Unconsciously, his eyes flutter closed, and he takes a deep breath.
“Hizashi. Would you just...”
“Aw, was there something you wanted me to do?” Hizashi teases, opening his eyes. But he’s impatient too, and he moves his hands up to Shouta’s hips, fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. “Let’s get these off, first.”
Shouta obligingly raises himself up, but Hizashi only gets his pants down enough to see his cock spring free before he pauses. He can’t help but stare, again.
“Is something wrong?” Shouta asks, and it sounds like he’s going for gruff, but he sounds slightly uncertain under it.
“Baby, you’re gorgeous,” Hizashi breathes, and glances up at Shouta just to see the startled face he makes. He grins. “Oh, the things I’ll do to you...”
Shouta recovers to wave a hand, slow and stiff. “Get on with it, then.”
His pants get pulled the rest of the way off and tossed aside, revealing an expanse of muscular legs. Hizashi runs his hands up his calves, just raising an eyebrow playfully. “All in good time!”
He knew Shouta was attractive, but now it’s still a revelation, the way the more skin he uncovers the more he needs to just touch, go over every inch of him. He leans in, kissing a spot just in from his knee. “When you’re all healed,” he says, in between kisses and licks that move further in, “I’m going to get you naked and spread you out on my bed,” he stops to bite, making Shouta gasp and tense, then go boneless when he lets go and runs his tongue over the imprints of his teeth, “and take you apart.”
“Hizashi,” Shouta pants. “Please.”
He sounds raw and open and needy and it’s gorgeous, sinking into Hizashi like sunlight, settling low and hot. “Oh, good job,” Hizashi breathes, laying his head against Shouta’s thigh to look up at him. “You sound so good.” He looks down again, at Shouta’s hard cock, flushed and leaking. “I guess I can give you what you want,” he murmurs, transfixed. What they both want. “You deserve a reward.”
Finally, he leans in, slow like he’s being pulled into a black hole, inexorable. The moment his tongue touches his cock, they both suck in a breath, both feeling the shock that jumps through them. Hizashi can’t see what’s right in front of his face, so he closes his eyes, running his tongue up the shaft, focusing on feeling and taste and smell. His fingers come up to circle the base, Shouta’s coarse hair warm and the skin under his hand and mouth hot, all that life just under the surface, all that blood he almost lost forever.
Now he can pull his cock down from where it curves up to his stomach, guiding the tip into his mouth. Shouta groans when he hollows his cheeks and sucks, then when he sinks more into his mouth—“Ah, fuck, Hizashi.”
He’s more thick than long, and Hizashi is determined to take him all the way, but for now he pulls back, still teasing, running his tongue down the side. Back up, licking up the bead of precum, sliding the head into his mouth again. This time he slides more into his mouth, just shy of the back of his throat.
He pauses like that for a moment, focusing on breathing while he can, just feeling the stretch and weight of Shouta on his tongue. He opens his eyes, looking up at Shouta.
It’s a pretty sight that greets him. Shouta looks wrecked already, staring down at him like he’s transfixed by the sight of Hizashi with his mouth full of his cock, mouth open and panting. His hands are on his thighs, fingers digging into his own skin, but as Hizashi watches, he raises one, carefully smoothing back a lock of hair that had gotten into Hizashi’s face, tucking it behind his ear. “You look...so good like that,” he says hoarsely.
Smiling doesn’t work very well, so Hizashi hums—which has the side effect of making Shouta hiss and bite his lip. His hand moves away, so Hizashi reaches up and captures it, putting it on the back of his head. Cautiously, Shouta curls his fingers into his hair, and Hizashi nods.
He has to pull back, then, but he only takes a moment for a break before sinking down, taking as much as he comfortably can and then more, relishing the intrusion, the penetration of Shouta’s cock in his throat, the muscles reflexively working around it as Shouta moans above him.
Tears are beading at the corners of his eyes when he pulls back, but he just takes a second to catch his breath before doing it again.
“Hizashi, fuck, I’m not—I can’t—that feels so good,” Shouta moans. The hand in his hair pulls, and he lets it guide him back until only the tip is in his mouth. It leaks out more onto his tongue, and he probes at the slit.
He makes an approving noise when Shouta pushes him gently back down, and he guides them both into a rhythm of bobbing his head, working the rest of the now-slick skin with his hand, although he only does for a few moments before the thigh next to his ear starts to shake. “Hizashi,” Shouta gasps above him, hand gripping harder. “Fuck, that feels amazing.”
And that’s all he wanted, wasn’t it? Hizashi just wants to make him feel good, to make him feel pleasure so bright that he can’t even remember pain, the ache that still lingers in his arms and face. Pouring into this action everything he feels, too big for him to experience fully or express yet, taking all the fear that still clings to him about almost losing Shouta, losing everything, losing something bigger than he can even wrap his head around—making it all into this instead, just incandescent pleasure.
“Ah,” Shouta follows it up with a long moan, and Hizashi can hear his ragged breaths, “Fuck, Hizashi, please, yes, don’t stop...”
He doesn’t want to stop , the ache in his jaw sweet and singular, something he can give, and when he sucks Shouta shudders, hand unconsciously tightening as he cries out and floods Hizashi’s mouth with bitter salt.
He holds the twitching cock in his mouth, swallowing around it, until Shouta’s hand slackens, and he pulls back. They’re both breathing hard. “Holy shit,” Shouta swears breathlessly.
Hizashi just grins up at him, reveling in the way Shouta’s legs have relaxed around his head, the way he lets himself slump back against the couch, but he still feels sharp and focused himself. He hauls himself up onto the couch, leg bent under himself so he can face Shouta, and leans in to kiss him. H is mouth tastes far from sweet, but Shouta kisses back lazily, letting Hizashi’s tongue dive into his mouth.
One clumsy bandaged hand moves to Hizashi’s thigh, then in, and oh. He hadn’t even thought about what it would feel like for Shouta to touch him, not even just the tips of his fingers, carefully exploring.
“Hizashi,” Shouta says at the end of the kiss, eyes fixed on his, “I want to watch this time.”
He curls in his fingers as much as he can, giving a small stroke to punctuate his words. “Okay, yeah,” Hizashi breathes, and he doesn’t need to be told twice, hands fumbling to unzip his pants, pulling out his cock. He draws in a shaky breath as he wraps his hand around himself.
“You look good like that, too,” Shouta’s low voice comes, and Hizashi’s gaze snaps to him, mouth open and breath coming fast as he starts to pump his fist. Shouta’s hand is on his thigh, warmth bleeding through the fabric. “I want to see you feel good, too.”
“Yeah? Baby, it felt so good to suck you off,” Hizashi babbles as he leans back, hips jerking to drive his cock up into his fist. “You got me so hard,” he groans.
“Slow down,” Shouta says, and Hizashi gives a shocked whine low in his throat, eyes squeezing shut as he does, hand moving up and down at a languid pace that sends pleasure resounding up and down his spine but isn’t enough. “Like that,” he praises, hand rubbing at Hizashi’s thigh. “Good job.”
H izashi’s eyes open a crack, watching Shouta watch him. His eyes are intense, and when Hizashi looks at him, he leans forward. “Do you like that? Me telling you what to do?”
“Uh-huh,” Hizashi nods quickly. “Love your voice, saying my name, o-ordering me around.” He’s too dizzy with pleasure to be too embarrassed with what he’s saying, too lost in his own arousal.
“I can do that. Lean back more,” he says. Hizashi braces his other hand on the arm of the couch behind him. “Keep your hand still. Just move your hips.” Hizashi moans, snapping his hips up into his fist. “You’re doing good, Hizashi. You look so good.”
His low, rough voice sinks tendrils into Hizashi’s brain, spreading like a drug through his veins, and it’s there in all the light his hand sparks, his world narrowing down into the friction between skin and the sound of his voice.
“Are you close?”
“I’m so close, Shouta, it feels so good,” Hizashi moans, and he had to fight himself to keep moving slowly, but it’s a battle worth winning.
“You can come,” Shouta says, and it just takes a few more desperate thrusts until he spills over his fist, mouth opening soundlessly, body bowed tight until it all slumps at once, collapsing against the back of the couch.
Hizashi pants for a moment, feeling nothing but the aftershocks of his orgasm, but after a few seconds he opens his eyes, smiling lazily at Shouta. “Wow.”
Shouta smiles back at him, but he shifts. “That was good, then?”
Hizashi laughs. “You were amazing. I’ve never come that hard without someone else touching me.”
“I’m sorry I can’t,” Shouta says, looking down at one bandaged arm. “I want to, when I can.”
“For now,” Hizashi says, finally feeling like he can move enough to scoot closer, “you can kiss me.”
Shouta does, and they’re both gentle now, Hizashi cupping Shouta’s face in his hands. He stays for a moment after they break apart, just looking at Shouta, thumbs gently stroking healed skin. This has been informative, for him. Last time, he realized just how attracted to Shouta he was— wildly, brightly, desperately.
This time, he’s pretty sure he’s in love.