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“Tadaima,” Tobio calls as he takes off his shoes. The grocery bag in his hand rustles and he’s careful not to tip the contents inside. He doesn’t receive a response but he doesn’t think too much of it—before he left, Tooru said he’d probably take a shower. Tobio can’t hear the faucet running, but maybe Tooru is getting dressed. He usually likes to hum to himself as he does so, tuning out the outside world.
After Tobio puts the shopping items away, he looks for Tooru. He is wholly unprepared for what greets him in his bedroom.
Tooru, beautiful gorgeous handsome Tooru, is sitting on top of Tobio’s bed, wearing nothing but Tobio’s Schweiden Adlers jersey. He has it pulled down to his crotch, covering his cock that Tobio can see is hard and straining against the fabric. Tobio barely catches a glimpse of his hole before Tooru closes his legs, taking away the mouthwatering view. When Tobio looks up, Tooru is smirking at him.
“Welcome home.”
Within two strides, Tobio gets onto the bed and pulls Tooru into his arms. Tooru giggles and rests his hands on Tobio’s cheeks as they kiss. His hair is still damp, and he smells of cucumber green tea, and he’s all Tobio’s.
Tobio is trying to undress himself without pulling away from Tooru but it’s harder than expected and he makes a noise of frustration against Tooru’s mouth. Tooru laughs into their next kiss but stops the one after that, helping Tobio pull off his top. Tobio ungracefully shucks off his pants and is about to kiss Tooru once more when he sees Tooru again, and remembers that he’s in his jersey. The top had ridden up before and no longer hides Tooru’s erection, red and leaking from the tip. Tobio doesn’t know what to do with himself. Does he kiss Tooru again? Does he suck his cock? Or does he pull out his phone to memorialise this moment forever?
“I gather you enjoyed my surprise?” Tooru sounds awfully smug, but Tobio doesn’t even want to call him out on it. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to him.
“Tooru-san. I was literally about to come in my pants.”
“Well we don’t want that, do we? Would you like the second part of your surprise now?”
“Second…?”
Grinning, Tooru takes Tobio’s hand and guides it down. Tobio instinctively wraps his fingers around Tooru’s cock, making him moan. He starts to stroke it but Tooru stops him. Confused, Tobio raises an eyebrow at his partner. Normally Tooru loves this. Tooru looks conflicted, too. He glances down at Tobio’s hand around his cock and swears. Then he mumbles something to himself before pulling Tobio’s hand away entirely. Before Tobio can question it, Tooru moves their hands down to his hole, and Tobio’s fingers just— slip in.
He meets no resistance, the glide silky smooth. He’s almost mesmerised as he pumps three of his fingers in at once, watching them move in and out of Tooru. Tooru’s making little breathy sounds above him, and he spreads his legs wider, and Tobio loves him so much.
“You’re amazing,” Tobio says, his voice full of wonder.
Tooru wraps his arms around Tobio’s shoulders. “I got myself all ready for you while you were gone.”
For a second, Tobio is irrationally angry about this. He took an extra few minutes shopping to contemplate which brand of curry he should buy. To think that he could’ve come home and gotten to fuck Tooru earlier!
“I fingered myself in your jersey, Tobio-chan.” Tooru speaks casually, as if he is not unravelling Tobio with every word that leaves his mouth. “It still smelt like you. I remembered how sexy you looked wearing it. And then I thought of you fucking me in it.”
Tobio’s self-restraint snaps. He flips Tooru over and pulls his hips up and slides his throbbing cock inside. Tooru groans beneath him and rocks his hips back onto Tobio. He is the best thing Tobio has ever known.
They fuck, doggy style, and Tooru reaches his hand back to grab Tobio’s. Tobio holds onto him, pulling him closer, thrusting deeper. Tooru has never looked better than in this moment with Tobio’s last name emblazoned across his back, taking Tobio’s cock like he was made for it. And Tobio’s jersey has never looked better, worn by the love of his life as they make love.
“Tooru-san,” Tobio moans.
“Fu— Fuck me harder, Tobio, come on, fuck me like you mean it.”
Tobio fucks Tooru like he means it. He makes Tooru cry out from his rough strokes, he holds him down to get a better angle. Tooru feels so good. He is everything. Tobio—
“I love you so much.”
Tooru lets out something akin to a sob. He tugs on Tobio so Tobio falls on top of him, then drags him in for a kiss. Tobio continues rocking into Tooru like this, scrunching his jersey up in his fist.
“I love you,” Tooru whispers into Tobio’s ear. “You’re so good for me. You’re gonna make me come. Gimme your cock, I want— You’re so perfect, your cock is so— Thick and hard and it’s fucking me so good, Tobio, you make me feel so good.”
Tobio has always been weak for Tooru’s praise. His dirty talk undoes Tobio completely, and Tobio barely has time to warn Tooru before he comes. He spills inside his love and is enveloped in warmth. He keeps humping Tooru until he dissolves into a blubbering mess, grinding onto the mattress below, calling Tobio’s name as he reaches his own climax. He is beautifully fucked-out and pliant beneath Tobio, and Tobio cannot help the movements of his hips, thrusting into that enticing heat. He could stay like this forever.
Eventually, Tooru pushes him back. “T-Too much,” he says, and Tobio slowly pulls out, immediately missing the sensation of being inside Tooru but finding satisfaction in the way his come leaks out.
He kisses the back of Tooru’s shoulder, then his neck, and then Tooru rolls over and kisses Tobio’s lips. Tobio runs his hand below his jersey to settle on Tooru’s abdomen, before moving it up to Tooru’s chest.
“Tooru-san.” Tobio says his name like a prayer. “Next time can we do this again?”
Tooru’s laughter is bright and melodic to Tobio’s ears.
“Next time, you can wear my jersey.”
Tobio likes that idea very much.