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It wasn’t Sora’s intention for things to go this way, he’d just been reveling in the fact Rinne treated him like an actual adult; a rare luxury that not even his own unit mates allotted him. So how did being treated like a grown up capable of making his own decisions end in Rinne Amagi’s mouth wrapped around his cock, mischievous eyes never leaving Sora’s face as he sucked him off like his mouth was a vacuum.
It had been just the two of them in the Asobi club room, everyone else too busy with work or school when Rinne suggested they play strip poker. It had been a joke but it was a game Sora had never played! So he was eager, determined to strip Rinne down to his socks and maybe even take his money. Lady luck had other ideas. The two were somewhat evenly matched in the game, eventually both idols sitting in nothing but their underwear. Rinne had a mischievous grin while Sora kept up a pure and innocent smile, he was sure he’d win.
He was wrong.
Sora’s face was flush much like the set of cards Rinne set down proudly in front of Sora’s own 3 aces. He fidgeted in his seat as he realized this meant his cute star covered underwear would be discarded, leaving him in nothing. Rinne seemed to sense the younger boy’s discomfort because he moved closer to him until he was sat next to him.
“Its nothin I haven’t seen before.” If it was supposed to be calming it certainly wasn’t. Sora rolled his eyes.
“You’ve never seen Sora’s.”
The back talk made Rinne chuckle.
“You’re right~ So show me already.” His fingers deftly slipped into the waistband of Sora’s underwear and his whole body seized up like a deer caught in the headlights. Rinne slowed his movements but didn’t move his hand, instead he used the other hand to reach over and touch Sora’s face. The motion was almost tender and Sora found his heart racing a bit, a warm loving pink filling his vision. It dawned on him exactly how intimate the situation was. His eyes avoided Rinne’s gaze and somehow they fell on his own lap, he was starting to get hard.
Before he could even pray Rinne didn’t notice he heard the other man hum in acknowledgement.
“So thats what you’re worried about? It’s ok if you get a hard on for Rinne-senpai~” If he wasn’t frozen he might have smacked Rinne right there. “Honestly if you keep up this cute shy look I’m gonna get hard too.”
Fuck. Why did those words make his nervous eyes shoot to Rinne’s crotch? And why was Rinne already hard? And why was it so much bigger than Sora’s??? Sora could feel how dry his mouth was and he wondered why before he realized he’d been staring, slack jawed, at Rinne’s crotch. Oh god, the world was swirling with loving tender pink and a deep shade of red a color full of desires. If shishou saw him now he’d be so ashamed.
Rinne’s hand slipped out of his waistband finally and touched Sora’s head, petting him. “If this is too much now I’ll stop~ Didn’t expect my cute lil Haru-chan to freeze.”
“How is Sora yours?” The words came out on their own, his body still not catching up with his mind.
“Thinkin bout making you my exclusive toy~” Rinne laughs at the glare Sora gives him
“Sora is no one’s toy.”
Rinne leaned in and kissed Sora suddenly which made Sora’s body jump as the colors mixed into a confusing shade of red that left his heart pounding. It was his first real kiss. There was a different intensity to it than just messing around with his friends or the gentle kisses his upperclassmen would press to his head. It was an adult kiss. That was sure as soon as Rinne’s tongue pushed into his soft mouth and he let him.
Oh it felt good. It felt good when Rinne’s teeth would bite at his lips and his tongue would fight Sora’s own. It felt good when Rinne pulled Sora into his lap and Sora could feel their bulges press against each other. It felt good to be engulfed by a man so much bigger than him, a man desperate to swallow and own him. Sora’s mouth departed from Rinne’s to let out a sinful moan as soon as Rinne’s large hands began to force the younger to grind against him.
“God… Sora-chan you sound so hot. How many times your master hear you moan like that?” Rinne was feeling it too and that made Sora feel good. It felt so fucking good too when Rinne’s mouth latched to his neck. But not good enough that Sora didn’t force a glare at Rinne.
“Don’t talk about shishou right now…” The way it came out of Sora’s mouth didn’t even sound like him. It didn’t sound like him when another slutty moan left his lips shortly after, dragged out by Rinne’s teeth grazing his neck.
“Sorry baby boy. I’ll remember you just wanna think about me~” Despite how annoying Rinne’s voice was, Sora didn’t have time to glare again as Rinne’s nails grazed down his sides and hooked into his underwear again. Why did it feel good even though it hurt?
Sora’s eyes were a bit hazy as the colors of passion overwhelmed him but he didn’t want it to stop. He knew these colors were Rinne’s but also his own. His underwear was yanked down to his knees and his small cock poked out from between his thighs, already starting to redden. Sora felt ashamed of the whine that left his throat when Rinne took him off his lap, away from the delightful feeling of Rinne’s bulge pressed against him.
“Shh baby boy, I got you.” Rinne’s voice was so warm, so pink. Sora should have felt put off by the infantilizing nickname especially in this context but it felt so comforting and safe. Soon Rinne’s body slipped between Sora’s thighs, his mouth pressing wet and messy kisses and bites against Sora’s thighs.
And thats how Sora got to this predicament. Rinne’s mouth wrapped around his cock sucking him as hard as he could with the help of the blonde’s hips weakly thrusting into the older man’s wet warm mouth. Those piercing blue eyes looking up at him like the devil amidst a hazy cloud of lust. That stupid loving pink didn’t leave his vision either, it frustrated him how his heart raced for that man in front of him.
Slutty moans left Sora’s mouth as he reached the edge like a freight train, his hand digging into locks of red hair and trying to pull Rinne even closer. Rinne didn’t slow his pace, if anything it quickened as soon as Sora managed to scream out “im cl-close!”. Tears in the blonde’s eyes as the feeling was too overwhelming, the sensation of Rinne’s tongue pressed against his tip ready to swallow everything he spilled out of his pathetic cock. But he didn’t want it to end!
“C-c-cumming–!!” Despite his protests his body gave in and his seed spilled all over Rinne’s eager tongue, moans and whimpers spilling from his lips as Rinne lapped at his tip to get everything. The older man pulled back letting Sora’s limp cock lay there between his legs, the blonde’s body spent after just 1 orgasm. Rinne smiled up at Sora, making sure the boy watched when he opened his mouth and showed Sora all the cum laying on his tongue before he made a show of closing his mouth and swallowing.
Sora was getting hard again.
“I’m not done yet, baby boy.” Curse Rinne’s soft voice in this moment.
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The world was so hazy, nothing but lust and desire and pathetic love. Even the sight of the club room and the table he was pressed against was blurry. His head felt so muddled but instead of the usual overwhelming headache that would make him run for peace and quiet Sora’s head felt empty, like he was on a cloud. A cloud that just so happened to be slamming him into a table with so much force that he could occasionally hear the legs of the table squeal in protest against the floor.
Rinne’s large hands held his hips so firm he could feel the nail marks that would prevent him from lifting up his shirt for the next week. Occasionally one of those hands would smack hard across Sora’s ass, leaving the blonde moaning and babbling ‘thank yous’ while his plump ass had turned a nice shade of red. Rinne’s body was slamming so hard into Sora’s that besides the table and Sora’s desperate whorish moans and pathetic attempts to speak their skin making contact filled the room with noise. But Sora’s head was empty.
Oh his cock hurt, it ached from being pressed uncomfortably against the table and from the puddle of cum and pre-cum he’d made on the floor. Sure he was crying, his eyes red and his cheeks stained with tears from the constant pleasure that felt almost like abuse. And yes, his senses all felt like they were burning, his whole body felt hot like a never ending fire in his stomach. But his head had never felt lighter, it felt like every trouble in the world had been replaced by an innate need for Rinne’s cock to use him. Is this what it meant to be a toy? It was wonderful.
Saliva dripped from his lips as he tried to tell Rinne he was cumming again, his words getting caught on a moan as Rinne slapped his ass hard again.
“How many times has it been, slut? You’re not satisfied?” Rinne’s mouth was so close to his ear and he whined.
“Pleash.. Pleash I nneeed.. Sora needs…” He was so cock drunk and high on orgasms he couldn’t even finish his sentence before a scream let Rinne know he’d cum all over the floor again.
“Shut up slut.” Smack. “Don’t bother talking just fucking take it.”
“YESH-! YESH THANK YOU THANK YOU–!” Sora came again so quickly after as every word out of his mouth was met with a harsh slap from Rinne. He was getting addicted to this pain… He hoped Rinne would do more.
“Fucking whore- gh. Actin all cute like a- gh- good boy b-but if I stick my c-cock in you- ah- you turn into a total slut.” Each grunt was punctuated by Rinne’s sharp thrusts and his cock hitting so deep into Sora’s stomach, almost always grazing his sweet spot.
“YESH YESH IM SENPAIS SLUT PLEASH FFFUCK ME-!” More tears fell down Sora’s cheeks.
“Gonna cum. Gonna fill you up, slut. Be-be thankful.” Rinne’s thrusts grew sloppy as he neared his own climax, his 4th compared to the ones Sora had lost count of.
“THANK YOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU” Sora was sobbing and screaming as he came again with Rinne filling him up. Rinne rode out his orgasm with long slow thrusts that felt torturous to Sora who was absolutely sobbing but he felt like he was in heaven. Rinne slammed his hips hard into Sora one final time and the blonde could feel Rinne’s cum dripping down his limp thighs.
Rinne grabbed Sora’s head and forced him to crane back as the older man kissed him so passionately and warmly. Ah. In Sora’s cock drunk state through the cloud of lusty reds he saw that warm comforting pink, he tasted the sweet honey of Rinne’s lips, his heart racing heavy in his chest. He was so in love, he knew that with absolute certainty.