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Claude sighs in pleasure as he nearly melted into the cotton sheets underneath him. The clock ticks quietly in the lazy afternoon, the sound only accompanied by wet noises and soft moans.
He looks down at the boy between his legs, plush pink lips stretched around his cock and tongue working around it. Claude grips the long raven hair in his fingers and tugs hard, making the other let out a muffled whine.
“Taking me so well, aren’t you, baby?” Claude praises. “So good for me.”
Tears form around Shu’s eyes, amethyst glistening above flushed cheeks and Claude thinks he’s never looked more gorgeous.
They’re both naked and on Claude’s bed, having come back after a coffee date at one of the cat cafe’s Shu had wanted to go to. A few months have passed, and the two of them have been going on quite a few dates recently since that night at the hotel. Turns out, they actually didn’t live far away from each other and could meet up at least once every other week or so.
They had exchanged numbers and texted regularly, and Claude felt like he was on cloud nine with every passing moment between them, every interaction, every single text only making them closer. Claude sees himself falling further the more he gets to know the sweet, older boy.
While they haven’t put a definite label on anything, the bi-weekly hangouts and nightly calls—yes, nightly calls because that was a thing now—are quickly becoming the highlight of Claude’s life.
And, although they still haven’t gone all the way either, it certainly didn’t stop them from fooling around in other ways.
Which is how they’ve come to where they are now, with Shu eagerly swirling his tongue around the underside of Claude’s cock. Normally, Claude thinks this might’ve been a little too early for any relationship he’s been in, especially considering he and Shu aren’t even in a relationship (yet, his mind supplies hopefully), but considering how they had started off, Claude figures it doesn’t matter.
Most, if not all their dates ended up with them unable to keep their hands off each other. Whether it was a steamy makeout session in Claude’s car, Shu getting fingered under the covers as they were watching a movie, and on one fun occasion, a quick blowjob in a public restroom of an amusement park. Claude had to do a little convincing for the last one.
He brings his attention back to Shu, who blinks up at him sweetly. Still holding onto his hair, Claude eases the boy off his cock. Shu’s mouth falls open, panting, tongue sticking out as drool slips from the corners of his mouth. Claude uses his free hand to gingerly wipe Shu's cheek, spreading the saliva even more.
“Think you can take more?” Claude asks.
Shu nods, before rasping out a “Yes,” after Claude lightly taps his cheek with a manicured nail. “I’m okay, I can handle it.”
“Good.” With that, Claude tightens his grip and slams his hips up. Shu nearly gags at first but manages to relax his throat quickly, moaning as he lets himself be used as Claude pleases. The tears fall down from the force of the thrusts, and Claude groans at the ruined picture Shu paints; streaks running freely down his face with his mouth stuffed full of cock.
The blond slides in and out of Shu’s throat, gradually picking up the pace. Claude can feel himself getting closer to the edge, burning hot desire running through his veins and pooling in his stomach as the warmth of Shu’s mouth envelopes him. The vibrations from his constant moaning only fuels him even further.
“Ngh- fuck, I’m coming,” Is the only warning Shu gets before Claude reaches his climax, shooting his load down Shu’s throat. Shu swallows obediently, nose pressed up right against the younger’s crotch as his head is held in place.
Once Shu has swallowed every single drop, Claude gently pulls him back. The older boy looks thoroughly wrecked from having his face fucked. Shu licks his lips, getting the last bit of cum that was left.
“C’mere,” Claude says as he sits up and leans against the headboard, lifting Shu up by his arms. He wraps one arm around Shu’s waist while the other cups his face and leans in to press their lips together. “You did so well.”
Shu preens at the praise, smiling contently. He nuzzles into Claude’s neck, throwing a leg over the other’s hip. Claude reaches over to the side table to grab the water bottle that’s placed there. He opens it and brings the bottle up to Shu, who lifts his head up and takes the drink gratefully.
After he’s done, Claude places the bottle back and they settle down again. “What about you?” Claude asks softly, nudging Shu’s hard-on that was pressed against his leg.
“Mm, in a bit,” Shu replies. Claude had come to learn that Shu was more of a pleaser than anything, preferring to focus on his partner than his own pleasure. That wasn’t to say Shu didn’t have his own desires, but between them, Claude had a much higher libido and sex drive. Of course, Claude made sure to give back as much as he got.
“Alright.”
Both of them are content to sit in silence as they cuddle.
“Your hair is getting pretty long isn’t it?” Claude comments offhandedly after a moment, using one hand to play with the tail end of Shu’s hair.
Shu watches him for a moment before taking a strand of hair in his own hand. Shu inspects it for a bit, twisting the ends. “Actually, I was thinking of cutting it soon.”
“Oh?” Claude stops in his movement, intrigued. He tries to imagine Shu with short hair, failing to get a vision as he’d only ever seen the other with his hair falling over his shoulders.
The raven-haired shrugs. “Yeah, I haven’t cut it in a long while. Thought it might be a nice change.” Shu pauses for a second before continuing, “Do you prefer me with long hair?”
“I’m sure you’ll look great no matter what length or style your hair is,” Claude replies instead. “Though, I’ll probably miss pulling your ponytail when you’re on your knees for me.”
He gives a short tug to the end as he finishes his sentence and enjoys how the action makes Shu’s breath hitch.
“I mean,” Shu purses his lips. “I don’t think the length will stop you either way.” The last part is said quietly and in a rush.
“You’re right, it won’t,” Claude grins as he watches Shu’s ears redden. Even now, he’s still a little shy when it comes to verbalizing certain things. Claude brings his hand down to trace the flat plane of Shu’s stomach, then uses his nails to graze the sides.
The reaction is immediate, and Shu flinches from the touch. Trying to roll away from the younger, Shu huffs out, “Stop, you know that tickles.”
“Mhm,” That doesn’t stop Claude from his ministrations though. Shu isn’t really mad, he knows. With that information in mind, he pounces like a predator on prey, delighting in the squeal that comes out of Shu’s mouth.
Claude pins Shu down with his body, fingers relentlessly tickling him all over as the older thrashes around. Peals of laughter burst out, bouncing off the walls of the room and Claude wants to listen to the beautiful sound forever.
“Stop, oh my god— stop!” Shu laughs out, desperately trying to shy away from the touch. “Claude, sto— ah! ”
Shu’s protests are cut off with a moan as the blond swiftly changes tactics, bending down to replace his fingers with his mouth. The sudden change of nails to teeth nearly gives Shu whiplash as Claude makes his way down, leaving a trail of faint bites.
Claude takes hold of Shu’s softened cock and slowly works it back up. Shu’s laughs fade into small whines and Claude chuckles.
“You’re so,” Shu exhales, out of breath. “Unfair.”
“Allow me to return the favour for you, yeah?” He drops his voice by an octave and sees the way Shu’s eyes glaze over.
Shu nods, eyes full of want and Claude takes that as his cue to dip his head, fully intent on reducing the raven to a whimpering mess on his bed.
***
The next time they meet is at Shu’s apartment, where Claude has decided to surprise him for his birthday. Or, well, belated birthday since Claude had gotten wrapped up in another one of his mother’s grand events, and he had to be out of town on the actual day itself. So, Claude had decided to visit him right after he came back.
However, he’s the one who gets surprised instead when he shows up at Shu's doorstep.
Claude only manages to get out a “Happy birthday!” before his jaw drops open as the door opens, revealing Shu. He’s thankful he doesn’t drop the cake box he’s holding.
Shu had cut his hair.
His fringe is styled downward, the yellow streak hiding beneath raven and parting to a side, falling over his eyes. The shorter strands seem more unruly now, and there’s no longer any hair falling down his shoulders, instead stopping just above his nape. Shu is wearing a sleek black turtleneck and pants, a silver chain necklace and matching belt. Most importantly, he’s wearing glasses.
A simple, casual outfit, yet he manages to take Claude’s breath away.
Shu beams at him, happy to see the younger. “You’re here!”
“Wow,” Claude says, stunned. Shamelessly, he rakes his eyes over the other boy’s form.
Shu giggles shyly at the reaction. “What do you think? You like it?”
“You look gorgeous,” Claude breathes out. “And hot. Really hot.”
Shu looks pleased with the answer, ears reddening a little and he steps aside to let Claude in. The younger follows, still awed by Shu’s new look. Shu leads him to the living room, where there are two cups placed on the coffee table along with a single scented candle.
Claude sits down across from Shu, moving on autopilot as he takes the small cake out of the box. He takes note of the two lattes prepared, one of which is in a familiar red mug. Claude smiles.
“I see you liked the mug,” He says. It was his gift to Shu, which he had sent over to make up for not being able to be with him physically on his birthday.
Shu smiles back. “Of course I do, you’re the one who gave it.”
Claude’s heart does a little happy dance.
“Well then,” He claps his hands. “Let’s get started.”
Claude quickly lights up the single sparkler candle and tells Shu to make a wish. The raven looks at him amusedly before closing his eyes. He opens them back when he hears the sound of a camera shutter going off, catching Claude with his phone aimed towards him.
The celebration isn’t anything big, just the two of them in Shu’s apartment with a small cake and two cups of coffee, but the intimacy makes Claude feel warm inside. Shu appears to be feeling the same if his smile is anything to go by.
The candle soon dies down, and Claude announces, “Time to cut the cake, birthday boy.”
Shu laughs as he begins cutting the cake as he’s told—when did he get a knife? Claude doesn't know—and the younger softly sings the song for him. It’s a vanilla ice-cream cake, topped with a thin layer of chocolate icing and sprinkles. Once he’s cut a slice, Shu picks it up and holds it up for the other. Claude leans forward to take a bite, then takes Shu’s hand in his and guides it to feed Shu.
“Mm,” Shu nods his head in approval. “This cake is so yummy.”
“Right? I always buy cakes and sweets from this shop.” Claude says. “They’re the best.”
“Thank you, Claude.”
“Anything for you.”
Shu ducks his head bashfully at that.
“I mean it,” Claude points out.
“I know.” Shu lifts his head up to look at him. His eyes drift towards somewhere on Claude’s mouth. “Oh, you got a little something over there.”
Without thinking, Claude swipes his tongue over the area. “Where? Did I get it?”
Shu shakes his head and leans across the table. Taking Claude’s face in his palm, he tilts the other’s chin up and licks a stripe near the corner of Claude’s mouth. Right where his mole is.
“There.” Shu whispers, maintaining eye contact all the while.
Claude connects the dots in his head right away. So Shu wants to play that game. Refusing to be shaken, he smirks. “Was something really there or was it just an excuse, hm?”
“Maybe,” Shu teases back. “Who knows?”
Shu pulls back before he can say anything further, and takes a sip of his coffee. Claude follows suit, drinking from his own mug and decides to let the cheeky gesture pass.
The latte is perfect, creamy and sweet but not enough to overthrow the rich flavour of the coffee. Claude hums appreciatively and Shu seems to be happy that Claude is enjoying the drink.
As Shu picks up his mug again, Claude notices the light catch on something near his palm. “What’s that?”
Shu is confused until he sees exactly where Claude is looking. He places the mug back down and lifts his left hand.
“Oh, this? I got it recently when I got my haircut.” Shu says casually.
“Is that a piercing?” Oh god, it is.
Sure enough, a tiny silver piercing sits in the space between Shu’s thumb and index finger. A various number of thoughts rush through Claude’s mind at once, but he pushes them back.
“Can I … ?” He reaches out and stops just a few inches away from Shu.
In response, Shu places his hand in Claude’s and lets him explore the new accessory. Claude gently runs his fingers around the tender area.
“Did it hurt?” He asks.
“Not as much as I thought it would, actually,” Shu says, trying not to twitch as Claude traces the sensitive skin.
“Cool. It looks good on you.”
A few minutes later, Claude lets go of Shu’s hand and tries not to think about it too much and how it makes his throat feel dry (he fails).
“So, movie?” Shu speaks up after a while.
Claude agrees, moving from his position to sit next to the other. Shu turns the TV on and hands Claude the remote, getting up to make his way to the small kitchen, taking the leftover pieces of the cake with him.
Taking a glance, Claude stands up, deciding to sneak up on the older. He comes up behind Shu who was putting the cake in the fridge. Claude pauses, taking in the view before him. The turtleneck hugs his figure perfectly, especially Shu’s waist, which looks so tiny in the outfit, so grabbable—and so Claude does just that.
Placing his hands on the tempting waist, Claude presses up against Shu, startling the other.
“Claude?” Shu questions. “I thought you were putting up the movie.”
“Yeah, I decided I like this view better,” Claude wraps his arms fully around Shu. “Have I told you how hot you look in these clothes?”
Shu rolls his eyes playfully. “I don’t know, only once or twice perhaps.”
“Shame. Anyway, you look hot.”
He gets a giggle in response as Shu squirms, trying to turn around but Claude keeps his hold firm. Absently, he starts to sway them both from side to side, and oh, this is so ridiculously domestic, but Claude doesn’t want this moment to stop anytime soon.
“There’s no music,” Shu comments softly, placing his hands on top of Claude’s. He makes no move to push the younger off, so Claude continues moving them both along the small space of the kitchen.
“Sing for me then,” Claude replies easily. He makes a new realization with their current position. Shu’s nape was now bare, no longer covered by silky, multicoloured locks of hair. There was a small gap of skin from where the collar of the turtleneck sat and his hair now ended.
Claude takes full advantage of this knowledge and leans to press a kiss against the newly exposed skin.
Whatever Shu had been about to say is cut off with a sharp gasp, a hand coming up to cover his mouth and Claude feels the full-bodied shiver that passes through.
“Claude, don’t tease,” Shu turns his head slightly to meet the other. The blush that usually formed at his ears was slowly spreading to his cheeks now. Cute.
He enjoys their dynamic, how they can be so comfortable and tease one another freely, yet have sparks fly in the air and flaming desire shoot down their spines at even the littlest actions.
Claude decides to show mercy, if only for how adorable Shu currently looks in his arms.
Slowly, he guides them back into the living room, still refusing to let go of Shu. They make it to the couch and put on a movie, an old spy-thriller from the early 2000s. They sit side by side on the floor, backs resting against the couch, knees knocking together and Shu rests his head comfortably on Claude’s shoulder. The movie starts, and Claude wraps an arm around Shu as they both drink their unfinished coffee.
Eventually, the movie comes to an end after a few hours.
The evening is serene, only the white noise from the movie credits serving as a source of background noise in the otherwise quiet room. Hues of pink and orange lit up the sky outside and gleamed through the window walls, basking the room in a gentle glow.
They had moved to the couch at one point, now cuddled up together, with Shu lying on top of Claude and their legs tangled together.
Claude can’t help but admire the boy in his arms, who shone so brightly and beautifully under the warm glow of the setting sun.
Silky locks of hair mussed up from rolling around, and long eyelashes brushing against rosy cheeks which were currently squished against his own chest. Soft, pink lips curving into the prettiest smile, never failing to make his heart skip a beat. And most importantly, those mesmerizing amethyst eyes that held galaxies in them. Claude could get lost in them forever.
Said eyes are staring back at him now through silver-framed glasses, curiously with a hint of questioning. Claude smiles shyly and feels his cheeks tinge pink as he realizes he’s been caught.
“What’re you thinking about?” Shu asks, looking up from where he was curled up against the younger.
Claude lifts a hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Shu’s ear. His smile turns fond as he gives his honest answer.
“You.”
The blond grins at the sight of Shu’s lips falling into a small ‘o’ and a pretty blush overtake his features. Shu immediately ducks his head and tries to bury himself further into Claude’s chest.
“You can’t just say things like that,” Shu mumbles.
Claude hums, leaning down to press a kiss against the fluff of hair. “And why not?”
“Because!” Shu’s face pops back up, a cute glare aimed at his lover. Claude presses another kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Because?”
Shu huffs and decides against responding entirely, leaning up to close the distance between them. The kiss is short and languid, but it doesn’t fail to set their hearts racing any less. The taste of coffee and vanilla mix together in a perfect, bittersweet blend.
They pull back after a while, foreheads pressed together, neither of them willing to separate any further.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” Shu confesses against his lips. Claude raises an eyebrow.
“I think I should be the one saying that.” Claude brings up a hand under Shu’s chin, intending to steal another kiss when he is met with a fond smile.
Shu shakes his head and says, “You say that like I don’t love you as much as you do me.”
The words are uttered so simply and straightforwardly, it sends the blond reeling in shock from the admission. Claude freezes, eyes widening as he forgets how to breathe. He doesn’t know what hits him harder, the confession itself or the latter half implying his unspoken feelings weren’t so subtle after all.
“Y-you love me?” Claude asks in disbelief. Shu seems to redden even more, averting his eyes sheepishly at the attention. After a moment, he turns back to face Claude again, who is still processing everything.
“I’ve been in love with you for a while now,” Shu murmurs, blush still high on his cheeks. “I know we haven’t said anything, and I don’t want to jump to conclusions but … I hope I’m not wrong in assuming you at least like me back.”
“I do,” Claude says instantly. His eyes soften, and he cradles Shu’s face in his palm. “I love you.”
Shu’s face lights up, a relieved smile overtaking his features.
Overcome with an intense wave of emotions, Claude surges forward to take Shu’s lip between his once more.
The kiss is fervent, both of them high on the rush of their confessions. Claude kisses Shu like he’s a starved man, drinking up every little moan and gasp that falls out of Shu’s lips. Shu kisses back just as passionately and it doesn’t take long for things to heat up as usual. Although this time, the feelings are more intensified as love mixes together with lust in the air.
Shu starts to grind his hips as Claude licks his way into the older’s mouth, piercing clicking against teeth and tongues dancing in tandem together. Claude runs one hand up and down Shu’s back, the other gripping tight onto Shu’s waist. Shu kisses him back just as passionately, both of them groaning as Claude thrusts his hips up suddenly.
They desperately grind against each other on the couch for a bit, and Claude eventually manages to gain back some sort of clarity as he pulls back.
Shu immediately whines at the loss but Claude shushes him gently. He exhales, catching his breath. “As much as I’d love you take you right here, I think I’d prefer our first time to be much more comfortable. Bed?”
“Bed,” Shu agrees and Claude wastes no time getting up, lifting Shu up in his arms as he went. He princess-carries Shu to his bedroom, the raven taking the opportunity to nibble and suck Claude’s neck.
Once they make it to the room, Claude drops Shu on the bed and climbs on after him. Gently, he plucks the silver frames off Shu’s face and sets them aside. He quickly untucks the turtleneck and helps Shu out of it, lips pressing against the smooth pale skin as soon as it’s exposed. Claude feels a hand card through his own hair, toying with the ribbon on his ponytail before it’s untied from its knot.
He carries on with leaving marks all over the expanse of Shu’s upper half, wherever he can. Claude sucks on a spot above Shu’s hip and flicks at a nipple at the same time just to hear the lovely moan he pulls out of the other.
Claude feels a tug at his shirt and he pauses in his mission to pull it off. His long, blond hair falls over his shoulders and down his back, having come undone under Shu’s fingers. Both of them shirtless now, it only serves to increase their want even more as Claude bends down to lick around Shu’s neck, skin flushed against each other. Shu sneaks a hand downward and slips in under Claude’s pants, cupping his cock and pressing down.
Grunting, Claude gives back in kind, deft fingers getting rid of Shu’s belt and pulling his pants and briefs down together with quick ease. Shu helps him kick off his own pair and soon they’re both completely naked.
Nudging Shu’s hand away, Claude takes both of their cocks in one hand and works them up, continuing to kiss Shu all the while.
“Where’s your lube?” Claude asks, their lips separating with a slick smack.
“Second drawer,” Shu replies, sighing in pleasure as Claude bites another spot behind his ear. Claude leaves him for a few minutes to grab the necessary things and drops them on the bed.
Settling between Shu’s legs, Claude pops the bottom open and pours a generous amount of lube on his fingers. Shu wordlessly spreads his legs further, sending a rush of heat coursing through Claude’s body. The sight of the beautiful raven on his bed, legs wide open and displayed all for him almost makes Claude feel dizzy.
He presses a single digit against the tiny hole and rubs his thumb around the area. One of Shu’s legs twitches in response. It’s not his first time fingering Shu, but watching the older fall apart at the slightest touch of his fingers was as thrilling as ever.
Claude forgoes teasing for today, pushing his finger in. As much as he would love to take his sweet time and watch Shu sob and beg prettily underneath him, they had plenty of time for that later. As soon as he feels Shu loosen up, he adds another finger, and eventually a third right after.
Quiet whines and gasps fall from Shu’s lips as Claude’s fingers slide in and out of him at a steady pace. The wet squelch of the line against his skin rings out loudly in the room. Claude twists his wrist then, aiming for a different angle, and grins when the action makes Shu yelp.
He proceeds to press against the sensitive pad, eliciting even more moans from the older boy. Shu’s cock is leaking by now, hard against his stomach with drops of precum spilling out as Claude continues to finger him faster by the second.
“Claude,” Shu moans, reaching down to swat at the younger’s hand. “N-no more, I’m gonna— ahn!”
“Yeah, baby?” Claude doesn’t stop, instead using his thumb to rub against Shu’s perineum, making Shu whine even louder.
“Please, I need you in me,” Shu begs, teary-eyed. “Want you inside, Claude— ngh, want to come on your cock—”
Fucking hell.
Claude curses, his own arousal hardening even more if that was even possible. He’s been ignoring it till now, focused on pleasuring Shu but Claude is pretty sure if he’s not inside the older boy in the next five seconds, he’s going to burst.
“You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Claude mutters under his breath, pulling his fingers out and wiping them on the sheets. He flips Shu onto his stomach, maneuvering his body as the blond pleased.
“Lift your hips for me, love,” Claude says, placing his hands on Shu’s waist. He swiftly puts on a condom and lines up with Shu’s waiting hole. Shu obeys, holding himself up on his elbows, the position making him spread his knees even more.
They both moan loudly in unison when Claude finally pushes in.
Claude hisses at the tight heat that envelopes him, Shu’s hole sucking him right in. Meanwhile, Shu shivers beneath him, gripping the sheets tightly.
“Oh— you’re so big,” Shu gasps. “S-so big, Claude, ahh—!”
“I got you,” Claude grits. He eases his way in till Shu’s hips are pressed flush against his crotch. “I've got you, Shu.”
He waits until Shu gets accustomed to his length, rubbing his back soothingly. A few minutes pass and Shu gives him the go-ahead — Claude pulls out just enough and pushes back in.
He builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out of the older rhythmically. Shu moans under him at every thrust, every time his ass smacks against Claude’s hips.
Claude makes up his mind to find that delicious spot again, which he knows will make Shu see stars. If his fingers were enough to reduce Shu to a begging mess, he can't wait to find out what his cock would do to him. Placing a hand on Shu’s lower back, Claude firmly presses down, making the boy raise his hips even higher. The change in angle works like a charm and the reaction is instant.
Shu cries out as Claude slams into his prostate. His knees almost give out but Claude catches him in time and wraps an arm around Shu, holding him in place.
“Fuck,” Shu whimpers. “Oh, god.”
With newfound determination, Claude rams in harder and deeper, nails digging into Shu’s hips. He was sure they were gonna leave tiny red crescent marks later on. Shu’s elbows slip and he can no longer hold himself up, Claude relentlessly pounding into him. Burying his face into the pillows, Shu gasps and claws at the sheets as Claude uses him like a doll.
Suddenly, the younger pulls out and Shu whines at the loss. Before he can assess what was happening, he’s flipped over onto his back, legs thrown over Claude’s shoulders and the blond is sliding into him once more.
His breath hitches and he takes in how wrecked Shu looks—face flushed with drool running down his chin, chest heaving as he panted, unruly hair matted to his forehead and looking even more disheveled than ever, numerous red marks blooming across his body.
Claude thinks this view is immensely better than the previous position. Like this, he can see all of Shu’s wonderful facial expressions and reactions on full display. Claude wonders what he must look like to Shu.
Leaning forward, he dips down to kiss the older, still maintaining his tempo. The position makes Shu almost bend in half, making him sob at the stretch. Shu wraps his arms around his lover, raking his nails down Claude’s back and no doubt leaving marks of his own.
Claude groans into the kiss, small shocks of pain tingling along his back. Shu had sharper nails than him, after all, not that Claude was complaining. He didn’t mind a little bit of pain.
He’s reminded of something then, and he pulls back a little, Shu chasing after him when he does. Maintaining eye contact, Claude makes sure the raven is watching as he brings Shu's left hand to his mouth.
Claude delights in the way Shu’s pupils dilate in realization. He languidly licks over the palm, tongue gliding over the soft skin between Shu’s thumb and index finger. His hips continue moving as he lets his own piercing clink against Shu’s, silver meeting silver.
Shu reacts in kind, sharp nails pressing lightly against Claude’s cheeks. Taking Shu’s other hand in his, Claude holds it tightly and gives a harsh suck to the palm. It elicits a lovely moan out of Shu.
“A-ah— Claude,” Shu’s eyes roll back at a particularly harsh thrust. “Claude, I’m gonna— hah— ‘m gonna cum, please,”
They’re both close to the edge by now, and Claude presses one last kiss to the hand before leaning back and taking Shu’s cock in his free hand. He doesn’t even need lube with the way Shu is leaking so much, already so wet for him.
Shu wails as Claude pumps his cock at the same speed as his thrusts. The boy is reduced to a babbling mess at this point, the only words spilling out of his lips being “please” and Claude’s name.
“Come on,” Claude pants, swiping a thumb over Shu’s weeping cock. “Almost there, baby. Doing so good for me, you’re so perfect, fuck, Shu, so perfect.”
That seems to be the ending point and Shu arches his back, coming undone with a shout as he paints his stomach white. Shu squeezes the hand he’s holding hard and Claude squeezes back reassuringly. The blond keeps stroking him through his high, wanting to milk Shu dry as much as he can.
Eventually, Shu whines at him to stop, his body quivering from the overstimulation. Claude brings Shu’s legs down from his shoulders and slows down to let Shu breathe for a bit, still aching hard.
Before he can think of pulling out completely though, Shu is cupping his face with a shaky hand and bringing him down to press their forehead together.
With hooded eyes, Shu wraps his legs around Claude and whispers. “Come for me, my prince.”
Claude’s eyes widen for a split second and he buries his face into Shu’s neck, muffling a moan. It only takes a few more thrusts and Claude spills into the condom with Shu’s name on his lips.
He almost slumps down on top of Shu, but holds back at the last minute, not wanting to crush Shu under him. Instead, Claude gently pulls out and quickly gets rid of the condom. He picks up his discarded shirt from the floor and uses it to wipe off Shu’s stomach and his—he’ll worry about laundry later.
Shu is halfway to melting into the sheets, limbs numb and feeling like jelly. Once they’re somewhat deemed ‘clean’, he flops back onto the bed and lies down next to Shu.
Shu hums, carding a hard through Claude’s silky locks. An arm settles loosely around his waist, bringing him closer.
"I love you," Claude says, just because he can now.
Shu smiles at him, eyes crinkling at the corners and he’s looking at Claude so fondly and with so much adoration, that the blond thinks his heart might just burst.
"I love you, too," Shu says back.
Unable to contain the surge of feelings in him, Claude presses a kiss on Shu’s forehead. “So, be my boyfriend?”
Shu chuckles, “We kinda went about this a little backward, don’t you think?”
“Doesn’t matter, we’re here now,” Claude retorts.
“Mm, true.”
“Your answer?”
Bright amethyst sparkles back at him, gazing lovingly.
“I’d love to.”
As they drift off to sleep, both of them would dream of coffee-tinged kisses and heated touches, along with the excitement of new beginnings together.