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Eichi's kisses are good. Not that Tori has much experience to say; it's not like he kissed any other mouth than his leader's after all. However, surely, if his entire little body heats up on the very first few moments of the touch, he must know better what he's doing. Well, Eichi seems to know a lot more than Tori and that doesn't just extend to kissing or cuddling or touching, but life in general. Having lived a long time trapped under his own creation ended up taking away a lot of fun and learning from the rosy one. But that was okay — his beloved Tenshouin-senpai was more than happy to be the one to teach him everything he knew. The smaller one felt that passion as Eichi's tongue did its work in his mouth, his hands in a strong, almost possessive grip on his small hips, always wanting him closer and closer. Hungry. That was a side of him that no one else had seen. Only that Himemiya in his arms now had this privilege.
It seems magical how even in such a short time that this relationship has become more… intimate, the blonde already knows exactly which points to touch to make him shiver. His fingers creep ever so slowly up the little boy's clothed back, gripping the back of his neck as he practically eats his mouth and swallows the low moan that escaped the boy. The other hand was still on his hips, drawing circles so softly, the heat from the bigger one's body was dizzying and he felt his head spinning from just one kiss. Eichi sucks his tongue and he feels more needy, his hands on the older man's blond hair squeezing him closer. Always more.
It's a shame that they have to get away. The air is thin, and Eichi finds himself reluctantly pulling away from the boy's mouth. A few quick pecks on his lips were given, he still doesn't want this to end entirely. He bites and lightly tugs at Tori's bottom lip. The pink haired boy's face is as red as it can get, his fast breathing helping with how he looks so damn ruined, even with so little. It's endearing how this little boy's never boring in any of his actions or reactions. They are the most genuine delight Tenshouin has had in years — he feels truly proud that he found and carved such a precious gem, and that he can now show it to the world beside him on stage and continue to polish it to be as obedient as ever when they are alone. He couldn't ask for more than that.
"You are so pretty, Tori." he whispers right after letting go of the boy's lip, their mouths so close that they're still touching. Breathing fast, the air’s so hot now. Normally he hated it when his chest heaved, but this… this was different. It was a hot adrenaline rush that made every cell in his body wake up. It was so good. He could never get enough when he had Himemiya in his arms. So small, so helpless, so submissive... And his alone, to ruin. "So cute, my love. Just for me." the hand on the back of his neck slides to the boy's face, his thumb touching his swollen lips so subtly.
Tori nods almost instantly. "Just for you… Eichi-sama~" he says breathlessly. So kind, so excited to please him. The love in his eyes is so clear that it makes Eichi's heart melt. So, so adorable. And only for him.
He truly was the luckiest man to ever walk this earth.
He brings his lips to Tori's again, much less gently, much more fiercely now. He wants to take everything from that boy, and he wants it now. He leans over the boy's small stature, and even sitting down with him standing in front of him, he easily manages to make him bend over on his embrace. His tongue licking his lip, who knew what to do when he slightly opened his mouth and received as a reward, perhaps, the most passionate and at the same time sloppy kiss his senior had ever given him. It was pure ecstasy. Their teeth clashed now and then, but neither of them seemed to mind. It's a moment just to feel all the sensations that are forming.
Tori's tongue dances very shyly still, not knowing how to keep up with Eichi devouring him, moving through his cavity like he needs it to live. Eichi's hand goes back to the boy's pink hair and tugs not so subtly, thoughts too cloudy to realize or care how hard he was putting the touch. However, it doesn't seem to be unwanted by the dirty moan that Tori releases into his mouth, which he drinks without ado, far more than satisfied.
The kiss extends as far as their already compromised breaths can reach, and when they're again forced to pull away, the blonde still doesn't have enough, firmly gripping Himemiya's chin to push his face away and make room for his neck. His pale skin... so soft, so touchable, so beautiful. He finds himself lost again in how everything about that boy is a sign of danger. Danger which he's more than apt to bear the consequences if he can continue as they are now.
His lips trail down the smaller boy’s neck, kisses being left in the same fierce and needy way, raw in a way that's new to the rosy one. His hands move down to grab the hem of Tori's shirt, pulling it up. The little boy helps him however he can, his brain still a little fucked up by how Eichi touched him and still does. The man wastes no time, distributing hickeys over a part of his shoulder that normally isn't exposed, making him shudder, moving his kisses right up close to the ear, a dangerous path that makes the boy tighten his hand on his shoulder and hair, his hips moving impatiently as Eichi's hands pass over his body leaving a trail of fire behind. His hands momentarily return to press on the boy's hips, nails trailing down his back as they settle on his waist.
Normally he would have no problem throwing that pretty boy on the bed and eating him out until he was reduced to a weeping mess. But today he feels a little more selfish. He felt leaving that little one wanting to be touched a little more than usual.
One of his hands reached for Tori's. The size difference between them was obvious and only made him more anxious for what would come next. He guided Tori's hand slowly to his groin. His pants were tight, and he knew the boy could feel it, just as he felt the touch himself. The touch was light, but enough to make him sigh. With the proximity of their bodies it was easy to touch their foreheads and so he did. He doesn't need to give further instructions, since Tori caresses him through his pants in a curious, slow and even a little tentative way.
"I want your mouth on me. Can you do that for me, honey?"
Tori's eyes sparkle with the request. Of course, in the time they've been together he's already fantasized a few (many) times of being the person to pleasure Eichi. The man always seemed so focused on the boy, that he almost had no opportunity to reciprocate — not when he was so totally and so easily overpowered and reduced to a mess by the blond. The animation with which he waves is captivating in the eyes of the older man, who smiles at the boy. A truly satisfied smile.
"I'll make it up to you, okay? I promise." Tori nods again, even more ecstatic. Of course he wants to be rewarded for being good to his leader.
Tenshouin slowly removes his hands from Tori's body, which takes almost no time to fall to his knees; one because he was really anxious and two because he wasn't going to be able to stand on his own for much longer, not with of how shaky he still found himself from just a few kisses, a few caresses and a promise left to him. It was great that he didn't have to struggle to stay upright.
They've had plenty of naughty conversations, it's almost a routine for any casual conversation between the two, when they're alone, of course, end up in some dirty talk. Himemiya knows more or less where he should start — always slowly, mindful of a few things he still remembers hearing from his elder. He knows how his senior likes slow things, he really does. He's the biggest victim of this man's taste, when his hands are slowly inside him and he has to beg to come. So, once he's on his knees, first he looks up to meet the blonde's eyes — the distinct shades of green meet. Tori sees a burning desire in those emerald eyes, and Eichi sees an insatiable desire to please in that boy's jade eyes. Perfect for each other.
Without breaking eye contact, the younger's hands pass over the other's thighs, which even over the pants seems strong and firm, making him even more aware of how their physiognomy was very different in everything, not just the clear difference in height that they had. Tori was chubby, with juicy, tender thighs, a small, easily accessible body, and he had plenty of flesh to squeeze, and Eichi truly loved that. Every inch of that little body. He looked like an angel. Or straight out of an ancient Greek painting. Eichi didn't know, but what was right in front of him was just magnificent. And he was about to take advantage of him. And he couldn't be more excited about it.
The boy rests his cheek against one of his leader's thighs, rubbing it as he slowly moves to zip up his pants. He notes a certain anticipation of the bigger one under his thick lashes, which get bigger and bigger as the zipper is unzipped. The blonde's hand falls to Tori's head, stroking the boy's short, silky hair, very patient with how slow Himemiya's taking, even though he was looking forward to having it all at once, but he liked seeing the pink so hardworking like this. Tori also liked the extra care in his hair, almost purring even.
The smaller one's hands pull the pants just enough for the view of his underwear and how hard he was, a stain forming. Using his knees, he leans up even more to get closer, finally breaking Eichi's cock out of its confinement, a sigh of relief falling from the man's lips.
Of course he had already seen his cock several times, but it was still impressive how big it looked. Again, Tori doesn't have enough experience to say, but it's almost bigger than his own head, so on average that would be a modest way of calling it. He has no idea how it's going to fit in his mouth, or whatever other hole he has available to satisfy his leader, but… Something about it was exciting. Their size difference had always been exciting for both of them, after all. Tori was nothing but a little pervert when they were alone, hm? Thinking about things as vulgar as that. How naughty.
Tori doesn't want to wait any longer, though. He has already stopped looking directly at the man, focusing his attention on the erection in front of him. He ran his tongue over his head tentatively, tasting a salty taste he wasn't expecting, but given the situation, it wasn't too bad. If anything, it was even more exciting. Eichi lovingly massages Tori's hair in return. The boy hums in response and licks a large strip down to the base, earning another sigh from the man.
It was more fun than he thought it would be. Better than licking a lollipop because, after all, it was Eichi. His Eichi. In those moments Tenshouin Eichi was his, and that was all he needed. It was the motivation he needed to act, putting the head to his lips and sucking slowly. A light squeeze of his hair is all he gets, and he knows he did something that Eichi liked. Then he raises his gaze to find Eichi with his eyes locked on him intensely. It was almost enough to make him suddenly shy of how he looked at him. Almost.
Using his hand, he took whatever length was left, massaging up and down, his tongue pressing into the slit, more of that salty taste coming out. A stronger grip on his hair and the boy moans softly, getting a little embarrassed and holding his head while making circular movements around him, returning to run his tongue slowly along the length of the penis. The back-and-forth motions along his cock come back as Tori goes back to kitty licking his head. His hand barely closes over Eichi's cock, and he doesn't know if his hands are too small or if Eichi is too big. Or if it's a little bit of both. This sight of the boy licking him almost makes the blonde delirious.
Eichi feels that he'll go crazy if things continue like this. He desperately needs more.
"Tori. Baby." his voice sounds breathy, he feels himself sweating from the way he's holding himself back from burying his cock down that pretty boy's throat and fucking him right there. But instead he gathers up all the self-control he still has and takes a deep breath, suggesting instead: "My sweet thing. Put it in your mouth, will you? You don't need to hurry, I just… mmm~ Ah… I want you to feel more, you know?" he can't hide the low moan and the fast breathing when Tori sucks his head again, listening to everything he says carefully.
"Okay, Eichi-sama~ I'll do my best!"
He runs his tongue over his own lips before bracing himself with his elbows on Eichi's legs and opening his mouth to take him slowly down. It's even bigger when it's inside his mouth, and he's barely put it in. The groan the man lets out is a good sign and he continues willingly. He looks back up to meet his eyes, but finds his head tilted back, eyes closed. The deep red in Tori's face burns even hotter — he looks so, so hot like this. Eichi is always hot, but that expression… That triggers something inside Tori and suddenly everything feels even more hotter than before.
"Yes. Just like that." he encourages him, the hand in his hair squeezing it lightly. He opens his eyes and moves his head forward again, his fingers brushing Tori's hair away from his face so he can get a better view of him taking his cock, not wanting to miss any of it. "Relax your throat. Open your little mouth wide. Breathe through your nose. Just like this. You're so good to me, sweetheart."
Himemiya doesn't know if he can take any more sweet compliments like this; they are his biggest weakness. He doesn't hide the moan that leaves his lips, sending out a vibration that draws a loud sigh from Tenshouin. It was hard to keep his mouth open long enough to pick it up and move his head at the same time, but he did his best. His hands massaging what his mouth couldn't take, eyes locked on as the blonde groaned because of him. That fills Tori's chest with pride.
And his movements followed slowly and tentatively for some time. It was strange to have something that big fitting in his mouth. He gagged once or twice as he tried to take more than he could, but he recovered amazingly quickly. He was lucky he didn't have reflux and was able to risk a little more in order to satisfy his leader. The moans that escaped his partner were hot enough to turn him on easily.
His core burns unbearably from these caresses, he bucks his hips and there isn't enough friction. He was never really good at holding back orgasms or just waiting for commands when his pussy throbbed like that. It's just erotic that he's finally touching Eichi so intimately and hearing Eichi moan and sigh for his good work. Those incentives were enough to make him wet. He whimpers low, it's too much, and it's nothing at the same time. He was passing his free hand down his pants when Eichi stopped him.
"Don't touch yourself yet, Tori. Be good to me, hm?" it's accompanied by a sigh as the pink one groans in frustration, but does his best to nod as he continues his movements. It wasn't the first time he'd denied the boy permission to touch himself, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
As he feels more secure, he increases speed, earning a firm grip on his hair and delicious noises from his beloved leader as a reward, not helping the boy's current situation. He's glad he's the one making him feel good, but it's still so hard to distract himself from how wet and pulsing he is, his entire body boiling and crying out for anything, any touch. One particularly loud moan from the boy sends vibrations along Eichi's length. It's painfully good and bad at the same time as his clit rubs against his panties with every movement he makes. It's driving him crazy.
He closes his eyes, forcing himself to take him a little deeper into his mouth, one hand continues on his cock, taking what he still can't with his lips, his free hand passing by his thigh, squeezing it lightly between his fingers. Eichi likes how fascinated the boy looks with his thighs.
His movements are rhythmic. He opens his eyes again to meet the older one's eyes; the expression of desire and satisfaction does unimaginable things with the rosy body. He feels himself shivering again, heat and embarrassment rising to his face. He makes sounds so nice, so hot. Everything about that just seems to push the young man to the sidelines as he tries to focus on his job.
But at some point he leaves, his hand still moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Tori's eyes are watering. He's been holding back for so long. He's almost desperate for anything to ease his mind and body.
"Eichi-sama, I can't hold it please—" he couldn't finish when a frustrated grunt from his leader was heard and he pushed his penis back into the boy's mouth, already without any patience and self-control, just acting in search of his release. How could he stop just when that feeling was starting to creep in?
"Please, Tori. Don't make me say the same thing twice, will you?"
It's rough, and when his cock slides into the boy's mouth again, it hits his throat and he gasps, trying to breathe through his nose and relax as instructed earlier, even though he was momentarily rendered unresponsive. A loud moan escapes Tenshouin, he moves Himemiya's head as he sees fit, the pink one unable to stop the grotesque noises coming out of his throat at the way he started to be used. It was somehow really, really good, but too sudden. He felt overwhelmed. He felt strange to suddenly lose what little control he had over the situation; but he believes it was deserved in spite of everything.
He struggled to stop the tears in the corners of his eyes, but an onslaught from Eichi went deeper and he couldn't take it anymore. The tears falling down his cheeks, as the boy's hands grip his thighs as if his life depended on it. More humiliated than he thought it was possible to feel. His stomach is twisting, but in a good agonizing way. It was erotic to have his mouth used, yet something in his mind told him he shouldn't take everything the bigger one wanted to do with him so easily.
But what was Himemiya Tori without Tenshouin Eichi anyways? If Tori can sing on a stage, it's because of Eichi. If Tori is part of one of the most famous and prestigious units nowadays, it's because Eichi believed in his potential. If Tori finally got some future other than hiding out and marrying a disgusting older man than him to continue the family legacy, that was also because of Eichi.
What would Tori be if not completely devoted to Eichi?
The boy closes his eyes, the weird feeling of being controlled now feels natural and even good, stimulating his body and mind more than he thought it could, being hard to take but so good too. The blonde loves how that little guy looks made to take his cock, made to have his mouth full of his cock. It slides so good down his throat that he can even see the bulge forming as he fucks himself in the pinky's mouth. It was really adorable to see how he even went out of his way to help him with his movements. Ah... Eichi made him so well. What a cute little thing.
Eichi's heart is beating fast, the blood in his head is pumping, the only thing he cares about is the boy he's throat-fucking this very second. He thinks he's never felt so good before.
"Fuck— Tori. My angel~" he doesn't know what he's talking about, his mind is confused, everything is hot, it's hard to process what he wants to say first when there's so much to say. His movements are getting erratic, he's on the brink. "I'm gonna come, Tori. In your mouth, baby boy. Do you want that?" Tori can't answer, not when his mouth is full of cock and Eichi won't stop moving his head.
But Tori opens his eyes and those amazonite irises are begging him to do it. It's enough to push him to the limit. "Yes, yes~ It's so good. You're so good to me, baby."
A few thrusts later, he finally feels his seed explode in the rosy one's mouth with a particularly loud and erotic moan. His vision goes blank for a few moments, keeping Tori's head in place as he descends from his high, his chest pounding as if he's run a marathon. He feels on cloud nine, even as his senses finally come back and he lets go of the boy, who with a pop pulls away. He looked fucked up. His hair was a mess, it was adorable. But still he smiled, satisfied, swallowing what was left of his cum in his mouth, licking his lips afterwards. The taste wasn't the best, on the contrary, but he tried hard not to complain at a time like this.
"Oh, Tori. My sweet thing. Was I too rude to you?" he says, his fingers wiping the tears from his cheek, the other hand on his hair, stroking him for the good work done.
Tori denies it. "It was good, wasn't it?" his voice sounds low and husky. Eichi couldn't be happier.
"It was amazing." he leans down to place a kiss on his lips. "Sit on my lap, yes? I'll reward you for being such a good boy to me."
The boy's eyes sparkled, and he ignored the pain on his knees from being on his knees for so long, wrapping his arms around Eichi's neck as he settled down between one of his thighs.
"So pretty to me." the blonde whispers. Face-to-face Eichi always looked even more handsome and attractive if that was possible. He presses his lips together, looking at the blonde. "Take your pants off first, love."
It's an effort Himemiya doesn't mind making. Tenshouin's eyes are on him as he pulls away and removes his pants along with his panties, completely naked and at his senior, who hasn't taken off a single piece of clothing this entire time. The blonde licks his lips and calls him with his index finger, the pink one finds himself going in the same position as before. Eichi's thigh brushing his pussy now, making the boy whine so softly.
Eichi sniffs Tori's hair — a pleasant strawberry scent invades his brain, and he barely notices when his hands begin to draw the boy's hips, one hand holding him tight, almost enough to leave marks, the other going straight for the middle of his legs.
Tori is drenched when Eichi's fingers slide into his folds. A needy moan escapes as the boy hides his face on the bigger one's neck, giving a few kisses and light bites on his flesh, not to mark, but to give affection back while he is touched. His body is about to combust. He's waited so long to be touched, that it's like being in heaven when it's finally happening.
He moves his hips without noticing, craving more of the touch, as the blonde rubs his clit the way he knows the boy likes it. Normally he'd scold him for not taking only what he's willing to give, but just this once he's letting him chase his climax on his own terms, after all, he'd already done enough for that afternoon, so it was all right to spoil him a little, hm? The way his little body vibrates, shakes and squirms in his grip is perfect too, he's definitely not complaining.
"You wanna cum, don't you, Tori? So is it to your liking? You're always so sweet to me, darling. I love you so much, you have no idea." the younger one doesn't have enough conscience to respond verbally at that moment, he just moans loudly when Eichi rubs him harder, nodding desperately. He feels himself crying again at those gentle words and touches. "Come to me, Tori."
He wants to. He wants it so bad. He's already so close. He needs to tell him how good this is.
"E-Eichi-sama! 'M so close~" Tori's whiny tone is insanely hot and Eichi needs a lot of self-control not to lose his temper again.
"In your time, dear. I'm here, waiting for you." Two digits are sliding into him and fucking him hard and fast as he strokes Tori's hair lovingly.
Tori's little arms tighten around Eichi's neck, little moans escaping his pretty little mouth as he's closer and closer to his climax. "I-I love you— E-Eichi-sama~" the tearful way he calls out to his leader is so pretty, it almost gets the man hard again just by hearing him moan his name and squirm so beautifully, just to him. The pinky's head falls back as he finally comes. The kid doesn't normally last so long, being by far the more sensitive of the two, so it's not a surprise. Eichi actually finds it really hot how sensitive he is; it's easier to push him to the edge and make him cry like that.
"Such a good boy for me." he whispers against Tori's hair, his movements not stopping even after the climax. The boy whimpers on his ear, very fucked up after that dry orgasm. "You can come in my fingers again, can't you?" he asks, but doesn't give a chance for an answer, not while he's still fucking his fingers during and after his boy's orgasm.
"E-Eichi-sama—" he couldn't even finish his thought. He barely comes down from his high and he feels it all over again. His fingers inside him feel so good, whereas the overstimulation is being so painful and agonizing. Painfully good. It's a very different feeling, it's overwhelming. "I-I don't know if I c-can—" he cuts himself off, moaning loudly in the pathetically cute way that Eichi loves so much. "It's too m-much, p-please…"
"You can, baby boy. I know you can." a particularly loud groan comes from the boy's throat as Eichi begins to work his thumb on his clit, bringing together the movements that he makes in a rough fucking, curling his fingers to hit a specific spot that works wonders for the boy, his free hand coming up to stroke his little breasts. Himemiya's whole body shakes, it's very hard to stand up, he feels like he's crying and sniffling again when that electric current runs through his body. His pussy is throbbing. And he feels that he's close again.
Tori squeezes deliciously in his fingers and that's what gives away how close he is. "See? You're close again."
Tori squirms, he can't answer. It's too much, it's too much. But at the same time it's incredible, he wants to come again, no, he needs to come again, it has become a necessity. He repeats Eichi's name like a mantra, his mind turning to nothing but how his leader is making him feel so good that it hurts.
He came again with a muffled groan from having bitten the blonde's dressed shoulder. He's destroyed now. This time Eichi looks satisfied, his movements coming to a slow halt. The boy's body weakens, but Eichi holds him while saying sweet words in his ear, without stopping stroking his hair. Soon he grabs him by the waist and gently throws his body against the bed. Tori's chest rises and falls very fast. They exchange glances before the blonde leans in to kiss him one, two, three times.
"Does it feel good?" he asks after they pull apart, mouths so close that their lips brush against each other. The pink one nods, holding the blonde's face with both hands. He takes a while to answer, his mind still processing everything that just happened.
"Feels good." he replies quietly, in a joking tone: "You went harder today than usual, Eichi-sama~"
"Sorry. It's hard to control myself when I have you in my arms~" he replies in the same teasing tone, dropping down next to Himemiya and pulling him close by the waist.
"I didn't say I didn't like it~" he kisses the bigger one's lips passionately. It warms his heart. He wants to stay like this forever with this pretty little boy if possible.
"So you like it rough, huh?" he starts peppering Tori's face and neck with kisses, eliciting a laugh from him.
"M-Maybe!" he feels embarrassed for answering that, even after what they just did. Tenshouin thinks it's cute. He starts watching him more carefully. "I like everything you do, Eichi-sama. That's the truth."
Tenshouin feels too powerful with that statement. Many plans for the future.
"What do you think of a shower now, baby boy?" he leaves a kiss on the tip of his nose.
He nods again, replying while smiling, "Could you please take me~?"
"Even if you hadn't asked, I would have already done it~"
Tori chuckles again as he's picked up, the way to the bathroom is a quick one. He really wants a shower right now, he feels gross and sticky with all that sweat on his body, besides how slow and heavy he felt from tiredness. Then, spending the rest of the afternoon just the two of them, taking advantage of the fact that there were no practices that day of the week sounds pretty good to them.
That was one of the reasons weekends started to be Tori's favorite after all.