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Sugimoto can hear them. Their rooms are adjacent and the walls are thin. Koito’s giggles, Tsukishima’s soft murmurs. The creak of the mattress.
It all started when Koito’s voice, a whisper, but loud enough for Sugimoto to hear in the stillness of the night. “Tsukishima, I’m cold.”
“I’m afraid you’ll just have to bear with it, sir.” Tsukishima spoke with more tone in his voice, clearly more than a little annoyed with Koito’s complaints.
“Can’t you do something to help me warm up?” Koito’s implications were clear.
The sound of rustling fabric, “You have to keep quiet. Can you do that?” Tuskishima’s voice was low. Conspiratorial.
“Yes,” Koito’s voice dripped desire.
Sugimoto hides his face under his pillow to try and drown out the sounds. It didn’t matter if Koito could keep quiet or not (he can’t), the sounds of them simply moving are loud enough to penetrate through the wall.
Sugimoto turns to his side, frustrated. He sees Tanigaki laying on the bed opposite him. The inn they’re staying at has western style beds; Tanigaki’s massive body can barely fit in the small, wooden frame.
Sugimoto faces Tanigaki’s broad back, the larger man’s shirt pulled tight across his shoulders. Tanigaki’s entire body thick with muscle and--
A gasp from next door.
Sugimoto suppresses a groan and digs his fingers into his hair. It’s not just that the noises are annoying, they’re arousing. Despite it being Koito. The sounds of sex so near after so long of no shred of intimacy—It’s driving Sugimoto insane.
Sugimoto takes a breath. He needs to calm down. He isn’t doing anyone any favors lamenting about his overactive sex drive at a time like this. He lay on his back again and squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to sleep.
“Fuck, Tsukishima, there.”
Sugimoto’s eyes shoot open.
He hears Tanigaki shift next to him and curses Koito for waking him as well. “They’re uh… not really trying to be quiet, are they?” Tanigaki whispers.
Sugimoto chuckles, relieved to have someone to talk to through this mess, “They’re driving me crazy.”
Tanigaki turns over to face Sugimoto. They briefly made eye contact. Koito moans. They look away, breaking out into a fit of giggles.
“I’m happy for them,” Tanigaki says it between puffs of laughter, “I was getting a little tired of seeing them tiptoe around it.”
Sugimoto rolls his eyes, “Yeah, yeah good for them,” He’s quiet a moment, “When was the last time you got laid, Tanigaki?”
Tanigaki’s eyes widen, “I’m sorry?”
Sugimoto turns away, his face flushed, “Sorry, no, it’s just,” He licks his lips, “I haven’t gotten laid in ages. Sorta jealous.”
Tanigaki laughs, running a hand through his hair, “Yeah I know what you mean.”
There’s a silence. They make eye contact. Tanigaki’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. His lips look soft.
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Sugimoto feels it up his spine. He squirms on Tanigaki’s lap, trying to relieve the sensation and all the same trying to feel more. Tanigaki’s hands rest so gently on Sugimoto’s hips. Sugimoto hates how Tanigaki can act as if Sugimoto were something so tender and fragile while spearing him open so viciously.
They had spent what felt like hours fingering him open. Sugimoto had never done this before. Not like this. But it felt good. Tanigaki’s hands were huge and warm and they cradled his hips so sweetly.
Sugimoto knows Tanigaki wouldn’t hurt him. Not purposefully. Not like this. But his cock is huge.
Sugimoto leans down, bracing himself on Tanigaki’s shoulders, “I-I need you to stay still,” Sugimoto’s voice wavers, “Fuck, Tanigaki,” A bead of sweat runs down the nape of his neck.
Tanigaki moves a hand to cup Sugimoto’s face, “Are you alright? We can sto—”
“No!” Sugimoto growls out the word. He pulls Tanigaki close, “I’m immortal,” The words are breathy, nearly without tone. He bites into Tanigaki’s mouth, kissing him sloppy and wet.
Tanigaki moans, his hips stuttering. Sugimoto hiccups a gasp as Tanigaki’s massive cock jostles inside him. Tanigaki’s devastated, “I’m sorry—You just, you feel really good,”
It’s too much. The burning heat of Tanigaki’s cock, the sounds of his ragged breath. Everything is all at once stifling. Sugimoto collapses onto Tanigaki’s chest and grips desperately at Tanigaki’s pecs. He grinds his hips slowly, willing the burn of the stretch to subside.
The new angle drives Tanigaki’s cock into Sugimoto’s prostate, causing him to cry out. He writhes, only forcing the pressure to increase. Sugimoto’s cock leaks in between their bodies.
“You’re huge,” Sugimoto is barely able to get the words out. He raises his hips and brings them down slowly, slowly, driving the head of Tanigaki’s cock directly into his prostate. He whimpers. The feeling of fullness never subsides.
Tanigaki grunts from below, his hands falling to his sides and clenching and unclenching. Sugimoto can tell he’s showing an impressive amount of restraint. Pushing himself upright, he swallows thickly. “You can move,” He looks down at Tanigaki, dazed. His head is swimming.
All at once, Tanigaki pulls himself from Sugimoto. He shoves Sugimoto into the mattress, causing the bedframe to slam into the wall. Koito and Tsukishima undoubtedly heard that.
Tanigaki looms over Sugimoto. His body is enormous. His cock is fat and hard and dripping precum. Sugimoto lets his legs fall open, an invitation.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tanigaki was always so courteous. His tone betrays him. He’s absolutely desperate.
Sugimoto smiles up at Tanigaki, an unmistakable fondness there, “I’m immortal.”
Tanigaki rolls his eyes, but continues, nonetheless. He lines his cock up with Sugimoto’s hole, and begins pushing in. Sugimoto involuntarily holds his breath—he had already forgotten just how much Tanigaki filled him.
When Tanigaki begins thrusting, he feels like he might black out.
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Sugimoto wraps his arms around Tanigaki’s neck. He feels like he’s on fire. Everything is slick with spit or sweat or precum. He wants to kiss but his mouth won’t do anything but hang open, low moans spilling out and spilling out and spilling out.
His cock leaks a steady stream between them. Precum pools in his navel, in the curves of his muscle, in the divots of his hips. It sticks to Tanigaki’s belly and wets his body hair. Sugimoto can’t look between them—the sight too vulgar.
Throughout it all, Tanigaki remains gentle. He gently strokes down Sugimoto’s back or tangles his fingers in Sugimoto’s hair. He never pulls—never scratches or bites. He never takes. Sugimoto nearly wishes he would. Anything to distract from just how deeply he’s being penetrated.
He feels incredibly good. Impossibly good. Tanigaki fills every one of his senses. Sugimoto clings to him, his fingers slipping on his sweat slick back. He bites onto the meat where Tanigaki’s neck meets shoulder. He tastes salty and ripe. He tastes incredible. Sugimoto licks up Tanigaki’s neck and it makes Tanigaki’s pace quicken. Sugimoto tries to match his speed, pushing his hips up, trying to fuck himself on Tanigaki’s massive dick. Everything was Tanigaki. Every ounce of him replaced with Tanigaki, Tanigaki, Tanigaki.
“I need….” Sugimoto’s eyes flutter closed. He’s hot all over. His balls are twitching, but it’s not enough, “Tanigaki, I need…”
Tanigaki nods, a bead of sweat dropping down from his nose onto Sugimoto’s chest. He reaches down and fists Sugimoto’s cock. His hands are enormous. Sugimoto feels entirely enveloped by Tanigaki. He thinks he might just be swallowed down completely.
Sugimoto chokes back a sob. His back arches off the bed. It’s too much. He feels incredible. Every nerve in his body is on fire. His toes curl and his eyes roll back. He squirts a splash of cum and collapses.
Tanigaki keeps moving, his own pleasure taking over. He moves to hold Sugimoto’s hips in a harsh grip, pulling him closer. Tanigaki fucks into Sugimoto at a brutal pace. The bedframe slams into the wall hard over and over and over. He doesn’t care if it annoys Koito and Tsukishima. It’s their fault they’re like this.
Tanigaki shudders and squeezes his eyes shut. His muscles tense. Sugimoto can feel him pull out and can feel the hot splash of cum join the mess on his chest.
Tanigaki collapses on Sugimoto, bearing down on him with his incredible weight. Sugimoto doesn’t mind, he’s already half asleep.
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“I see you enjoyed yourself last night,” Koito says it with a smirk. Sugimoto would smack it off his face if he wasn’t so sore.
“Fuck off,” He barely mutters his response, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Sorry if… we kept you up,” Tanigaki tugs at his shirt. It feels much warmer today than it did the day prior.
Tsukishima says nothing in response. He keeps his gaze forward and his expression cold, though his cheeks ting the slightest bit pink and a dark bruise peeks out from under his high collar.
