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Kiroranke put his large hand on top of Ogata’s head. Having Ogata come over for visits was always a little weird. Sometimes, the shorter man would sit down at the other end of the couch and turn on the TV to watch a movie, without even talking to Kiroranke or doing anything to acknowledge the bigger man’s existence. He was simply making himself home, despite being an uninvited guest most of the time. Not that Kiroranke minded his company. He had known Ogata for a few years at this point, and Ogata was anything but easy to get along with. To most people, he spoke with a distanced and arrogant tone in his voice, and it was hard to make out what was really going on in his head. Yet, he seemed to harbor some sort of trust, if you can call it that, at least he made himself clear enough when interacting with the older man.
Today, Ogata, without a word of warning, had placed his head on Kirorankes lap, just lying there while the TV was running. Wraps of the takeaway and leftovers of the food Ogata had brought for himself and Kiroranke were spread all over the couch table, making it hard for him to even see the screen.
Kiroranke wasn’t sure yet whether it was a wise idea to touch the other man, but it couldn’t hurt to see and find out, right? It was one of the joys of interacting with Ogata that you never really knew what was going to be the outcome; and curiosity got the better of Kiroranke. He carefully moved his hand and let his fingertips travel over the slicked back hair.
No reaction.
He ran his fingers through the slicked back hair; first softly, then a little rougher, then enough to effectively ruin Ogata’s trademark hairstyle.
Still no reaction.
Or was there? Maybe he heard things or maybe Ogata’s breath had hitched slightly. He tangled his fingers in black strands, first he only pulled ever so slightly inbetween caressing strokes, then he grabbed a fistfull of black hair and pulled enough to have Ogata’s head jerk towards himself.
This time, Ogata’s breath hitched for sure. Reflexively, he let go of the fistful of hair, but his hand remained entangled in Ogata’s hair.
“Do that again.” Ogata’s voice was calm and matter-of-factly. A sly grin appeared on Kiroranke’s face as he complied.
He grabbed a fistful of hair again yanking Ogata’s head even more towards him with a strong pull. In response, Ogata breathed audibly and Kiroranke relaxed his grip and gently ran his fingers through the by now messy hair.
“Do it again.”
Kiroranke leaned down a little, bringing his face closer to Ogata’s ear. “No,” he whispered.
Ogata turned his head slightly to look right in Kiroranke’s eyes, his face expressionless as usually. “Any reason for that?”
“I want you to sit on my lap and look at me.”
Wordlessly, Ogata sat up on the couch and propped himself up on his knees. Almost mechanically, he swung a leg over Kiroranke and sat down on the bigger man’s lap, supporting himself by placing his hands on Kiroranke’s shoulders.
“Better,” Kiroranke brought his hand to Ogata’s head again and touched the shaved sides with his fingertips. The smaller man towered him that way and Kiroranke couldn’t help but grin even wider. As he thought about all the faces and sounds he planned to elicit from Ogata tonight, his jeans suddenly began to feel a little tighter.
Ogata’s face still didn’t give any hints what was going on in his head, but the ruffled and messy hair gave him a different aura. He inched closer by moving his hips, and used his higher vantage point to look down on Kiroranke for once, the corners of his mouth lifted slightly to form the smug grin Kiroranke had seen so often.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself,” Kiroranke let his hand wander on top of Ogata’s head again, running his fingers through the black strands. Before Ogata had the chance to reply with a snarky remark, Kiroranke grabbed a fistful of hair again and pulled.
Whatever Ogata intended to say, all that left his half-open mouth was a breathy groan. Without letting go of Ogata’s hair, Kiroranke said, “How about you unbutton your shirt for me?”
Kiroranke loosened his grip on the other’s man hair and Ogata turned his head as far as Kiroranke’s grip allowed him to make eye contact, the smirk still on his face. “How about you unbutton my shirt yourself.”
Another pull, another breathy groan. Kiroranke’s free hand squeezed Ogata’s clothed thigh as he replied “I’d love to but both my hands are full.”
Slowly, he squeezed along Ogata’s thigh, alternating between feather-light and teasing touches and rough grasps. Kiroranke’s other hand remained entangled in Ogata’s hair, which he still didn’t fully let go of, bringing the man on top of him into a position that exposed his pale neck. With full intention of giving the pale skin some marks and color, Kiroranke brought his mouth closer to leave purple reminders of their endeavor and a few soft kisses here and there.
“Hickeys, seriously?” the condescendence in Ogata’s mixed with a lustful haziness and didn’t quite come through, “are you a horny teenager?”
Kiroranke simply carried on. He pulled Ogata’s hair again to give himself better access to the pale neck.
“-te me.”
Kiroranke took his sweet time finishing another hickey, but the sense of urgency in Ogata’s raspy mumble spiked his interest. “Sorry,” another soft kiss was place on pale skin, ”what did you say?”
“Bite. Me.”
Oh, how Kiroranke loved the barely concealed urging, “Sure,” he replied in between kisses, “but only if you unbutton your shirt.”
This time, Kiroranke fully let go of Ogata’s hair. The man on his lap turned his head to make eye contact, his dark eyes staring right at him. Their faces were close, so close that their noses almost touched. For a while Ogata did nothing but look at Kiroranke, extending the tension with an almost menacing intensity in his eyes. Black strands were hanging in his face and together with the tousled hair it posed a high contrast to his expression. Moreover, his lips were slightly parted, and his cheeks had gotten a faint hint of colour - a sight Kiroranke couldn’t wait to see more of.
“I’m wait-” Kiroranke wasn’t able to finish his sentence because Ogata’s lips met his in a hungry kiss. Ogata bit the other’s man’s bottom lip and soothed the pain with soft kisses as he grabbed Kiroranke’s collar, not letting him budge an inch. Ogata bit down harder, almost hard enough to draw blood, followed by another soft kiss. Kiroranke didn’t stop him; he would let Ogata have this but payback time will come. Soon.
Ogata carried on, alternating between biting and kissing. Then suddenly he let go of the collar and his teeth sunk into Kiroranke’s bottom lip, drawing blood this time. He stopped biting and leaned back, a smug grin on his face again. Kiroranke tasted his own blood in his mouth as he thought how to wipe the grin off Ogata’s face, ideally by having him scream his name.
Reaching for his shirt buttons, Ogata took his sweet time unbuttoning, slowly revealing his chest. Kiroranke placed both hands on Ogata’s thighs and squeezed.
“You better hurry up,” he remarked with a sweet smile on his face in between rough grasps, “because the longer you take, the longer I will pound you into this couch without letting you cum until you beg for it.”
Ogata continued unbuttoning completely unfazed. “Can’t wait for it,” he replied drily but Kiroranke didn’t miss the hungry gleam in his eyes.
Kiroranke wouldn’t wait any longer; he pushed the finally open shirt from Ogata’s shoulders and bit right into the exposed collarbone. This time he wouldn’t let Ogata catch his breath and mercilessly cover the other man’s chest in bite marks and hickeys. Sometimes, he only carefully and teasingly scraped his teeth against pale skin and other times, he bit down hard to leave more reminders for Ogata. He used his free hand to grope Ogata’s firm ass and push him closer. It didn’t even take three bite marks,a little bit of nipple tweaking, and few more hickeys and Ogata was moaning in a low voice and grinding his clothed dick against Kiroranke’s.
Kiroranke’s hand travelled from Ogata’s ass back to his hair, pulling again to have the shorter man’s back arch to give him better access. He used the better access to suck and softly bite Ogata’s nipples, accompanied by delicious moans by the shorter man. Kiroranke decided that this wasn’t enough yet and bit down into the sensitive skin right around Ogata’s nipple. Ogata inhaled sharply but didn’t budge, moving his hips even more furiously than before.
Kiroranke leaned back and admired his work. Ogata’s chest and shoulders were covered in red and purple hickeys and a proud number of bite marks was there, too, the one around Ogata’s nipple looked especially red and swollen. All those marks looked simply amazing on his pale skin. Kiroranke looked into Ogata’s face and what he saw made his hard cock twitch in his pants. Ogata’s cheeks had gotten even more color, his hair was so dishevelled that you couldn’t even tell anymore that it was usually neatly slicked back, and his lips were slightly parted letting out heavy pants. And his eyes, his usually liveless, dark eyes were hazy and gleamed with lust.
Kiroranke looked down at Ogata’s crotch, who was still grinding his hips in an almost desperate attempt to get some friction. His jeans seemed incredibly tight and a part of Kiroranke really wanted to see him cum in his pants.
“Desperate, aren’t we?” he reached for Ogata’s chin to hold the other man’s face still as he ran his thumb across the thin beard, “But I won’t fuck you if you cum now.”
“You talk a lot about fucking,” Ogata said in low voice, concealing his moans as best as he could, without interrupting his grinding, “and yet I’m still wearing my pants.”
Kiroranke placed a soft kiss on the shorter man’s parted lips. “You brought another edge upon yourself,” he replied with a sly smile on his lips. He put both of his hands on Ogata’s hips halting his motion. Once the motion came to a standstill, he unbuttoned Ogata’s pants with one hand. Kiroranke traced his fingertips over the damp fabric of Ogata’s boxer briefs right along the outline of his hard cock. Alternating between squeezes and soft strokes, Ogata was breathing audibly and rested his forehead on Kiroranke’s shoulder.
“Help me a little,“ Kiroranke whispered softly into Ogata’s ear while he was trying to pull down his pants and briefs. This time, Ogata complied without talking back and lifted his hips.
“Good boy,” Kiroranke praised mockingly. Ogata shot him a glance with hazy eyes, “I hope you choke on my cock later.”
Having Ogata try his best to maintain his usual cocky attitude, but at the same time be so obviously aroused and needy, Kiroranke couldn’t help but feel utterly amused.
As soon as Ogata’s cock was freed from the fabric, Kiroranke wasted no time and teasingly touched the underside of Ogata’s cock with his fingertips. Softly touching up and down and up and down, paying extra attention to the slick with precum tip. Ogata was breathing audibly and when Kiroranke took the cock in his hand and began stroking, Ogata couldn’t help but moan.
There was enough precum for Kiroranke to stroke with ease. He alternated the pace between quick strokes focusing mainly on the tip and slower strokes along the full length of Ogata’s cock. The man on his lap was moaning and panting, his hips thrusting into the hand around his cock. Kiroranke’s dick twitched in his pants, but he had to endure neglect a little longer. Ogata’s thrusts started to become more erratic and when his moans were getting suspiciously loud, so Kiroranke let go of his cock and quickly grabbed Ogata’s hips to stop him from thrusting into empty air.
Ogata looked at Kiroranke, frowning, his mouth half open and choking on a moan of an orgasm he never had. “Bastard,” Ogata panted.
Kiroranke shrugged and pushed Ogata off his lap onto the couch. “Let me get lube,” Kiroranke’s dick was now painfully hard when he rushed out of the living room into his bedroom. “Be a good boy and take off your pants!” he shouted over his shoulder.
He came back to find Ogata lying on his back on the couch, surprisingly without his pants and boxer briefs, his cock red and sensitive and neglected. He had put his arm on his forehead, face flushed but otherwise expressionless. Kiroranke tossed the lube on the couch and didn’t bother with undressing completely and only pulled down his pants and underwear as far as necessary.
Kiroranke pushed Ogata’s legs aside before he dropped onto the couch. He fished for the lube, opened it and quickly coated his fingers with a generous amount. Ogata spread his bent legs without a word. The older man reached for his ass and carefully inserted one finger. He had barely moved the finger when Ogata told him to hurry up in a breathy voice. Kiroranke didn’t mind Ogata’s urging one bit because the sooner he’d be done with the preparation the sooner he could fuck the other man into the couch. His cock twitched again as he inserted two fingers and started a scissoring motion, carefully at first but Ogata’s lustful pants encouraged him to bolder movements.
Taking a deep breath, Kiroranke calmed himself and concentrated on finding Ogata’s prostate under the shorter man’s heavy pants. Ogata suddenly arching his back and moaning loudly told him he had found it, so he brushed over it again and again.
Kiroranke inserted a third finger to properly prepare Ogata for his what was to come. Ogata moved his hips to ever so slightly fuck himself on Kiroranke’s fingers as best as his position allowed him to and his moans and pants were loud and needy. The older man made sure to crook his fingers once in a while to bring him closer to the edge.
Ogata had lifted his arm from his forehead and supported himself by putting both of his arms right beside his body. He made a eye contact with Kiroranke and it took all he had to not immediately pull out his fingers and mercilessly fuck Ogata.
Looking even more turned on, panting and moaning, bite marks and hickeys all over his chest and shoulders, this was the best sight Kiroranke had seen all day. Kiroranke crooked his fingers again and Ogata threw back his head under a surprised and raspy moan.
Ogata’s hip movements were becoming erratic and his cock was twitching, Kiroranke could tell he was close, very close and again, he pulled away, letting Ogata choke on a moan of another orgasm he didn’t get. Ogata’s laboured breathing filled the room and for a while he just laid there, motionless, aside from the rising and lowering of his chest.
“I hate you,” Ogata panted, “so fucking much.”
Kiranke fiddled with the lube again and poured a good amount on his hand. Ogata lifted his head and peeked through his spread legs. Kiroranke smiled as he spread the lube on his hard cock under Ogata’s eager glances.
“You’re the slowest lay, I ever haaa -” Ogata’s remark turned into a moan thanks to Kiroranke who gave his cock a good squeeze. He lifted Ogata’s legs to line himself up while the shorter man was still cussing. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself and then slowly pushed in. Ogata’s cursing was gradually replaced by moaning and panting as Kiroranke’s big cock filled him up centimeter by centimeter.
Holding himself back, Kiroranke was slowly moving his hips to carefully push in and out a few times to give Ogata time to adjust. He pulled out almost entirely and made the grave mistake of looking right into Ogata’s flushed face. Kiroranke almost snapped right there; Ogata bit his bottom lip as he slicked back the hair in his face with his right hand. He blinked under a heavy pant, his marked chest rising slowly. The corners of his mouth rose to form the characteristic smug grin.
“Fuck. Me.”
Within the blink of an eye, Kiroranke began to furiously pound into Ogata. He steadied himself with his hands placed on both sides of Ogata’s head, fucking hard and fast. Ogata wasn’t able to keep up his smug composure and moaned and groaned louder than ever.
Kiroranke could already feel that this would be a short-lived fuck, but having Ogata squirm and moan like this under his large frame was absolutely worth keeping up the pace.
Now moaning and panting himself, Kiroranke kept going, his thrusts getting erratic, release not too far away.
Kiroranke had to slow down a little, changing from hard and fast thrusts to slower and deeper ones. Ogata was an absolute mess below him and much to Kiroranke’s delight, he still hadn’t cum.
“It’s time for you to beg,” Kiroranke said as he thrust in deeply but slowly, “or I won’t let you cum again.” Ogata’s only reply was a groan. Kiroranke pulled out almost entirely and stayed still, only the tip of his cock remained inside, “That’s not enough, say ‘Please, let me cum, Kiroranke.’”
Ogata lifted his hand to slick back his hair while breathing heavily, “fuck you.” His hair immediately fell back into his face.
Kiroranke smiled coldly, “I see you’ve made your decision.” Kiroranke snapped his hips and was mercilessly fucking Ogata again, not letting the shorter man catch his breath and reducing him to a moaning mess. Kiroranke could feel himself getting closer, and this time he didn’t slow down. He kept going until his thrusts became sloppy and erratic. Ogata felt so incredibly good around his cock and the groans and moans which filled the living room finally pushed Kiroranke over the edge. Heavily panting and groaning, Kiroranke came inside Ogata with a few more sloppy thrusts.
Without pulling out, Kiroranke remained motionless for a moment, catching his breath. He looked down, and much to his tremendous joy, Ogata’s cock was still hard and red and no cum was to be found on his chest and stomach.
Ogata gave Kiroranke a death stare that didn’t quite come through thanks to his flushed face and dishevelled hair. “I’m gonna,” he said under heavy pants, “strangle you to death in your sleep.”
“I’m sure you will,” Kiroranke replied, Ogata stared even more intensely. Kiroranke chuckled as he pulled out, “No, really, if I’m ever found dead, I’m pretty sure it was you who killed me.”
“Good. It’s what you deserve.”
Kiroranke kept smiling as he got on his elbows and took Ogata’s cock in his large hand. He kissed the tip and made eye contact with the shorter man.
“It’s your final chance to beg or I will leave you here and go to sleep.”
“Fine,” Ogata replied as drily and unenthusiastically as his state allowed him to, “please suck my dick and make me cum.”
“There we go!” Kiroranke nodded approvingly and squeezed Ogata’s ass cheek. He licked the underside of the neglected cock which made Ogata jerk his hips.
After placing another kiss on the tip, Kiroranke hummed, “so eager.”
“I wonder whose fault is th aaa-” Ogata’s snarky remark turned into a groan as Kiroranke took the tip of his cock into his mouth.
Wasting no time, he took more and more of Ogata’s cock into his mouth until his nose brushed black pubes. Ogata’s cock might be smaller and thinner than Kiroranke’s but it was big enough that he had to focus on suppressing his gag reflex to fit it in entirely.
Once used to the length, Kiroranke bobbed his head up and down while also teasing the tip with his tongue. Ogata was panting and moaning again and couldn’t help but thrust his hips and bring his cock deeper into Kiroranke’s mouth.
Any other time, Kiroranke would’ve held down Ogata’s hips and scolded him, but this time he let the shorter man fuck his mouth. It didn’t take long and Ogata’s thrusts became sloppy and erratic, his moans and groans loud and breathy. Kiroranke kept working Ogata’s cock to bring him closer and closer to the edge.
Ogata let out a final moan as he came in Kiroranke’s mouth. Kiroranke continued to suck Ogata’s cock, working him through his intense orgasm. Kiroranke’s mouth filled with cum. The stimulation made Ogata try to pull away with trembling legs under breathy moans but Kiroranke held him in place, his hands grabbing Ogata’s thighs.
Eventually, Kiroranke pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand after swallowing. Ogata was just lying on the couch, completely spent and exhausted. Kiroranke got up from the couch and pulled up his underwear and pants.
He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, his cigarettes, and an ashtray. Hearing Ogata walking past the kitchen towards the bathroom, Kiroranke shot a glance over his shoulder. Ogata looked absolutely and deliciously wrecked, his legs trembling slightly while walking. Kiroranke grinned from ear to ear, “you look so messy, baby, I love it.”
Ogata flipped him off without looking at him. Kiroranke heard the bathroom door close as he went back to the living room, putting the glass of water on the table before opening a window to let in fresh air.
The cold and fresh night air was a such a nice cool-down. He stayed right by the window and lit a cigarette. Usually, he didn’t smoke inside but today was an exception. Ogata came back to the room, still butt naked. He fished his clothes from the ground and put his boxer briefs and shirt back on.
Not bothering with buttoning his shirt, Ogata reached for the glass and took a sip from the water Kiroranke had put on the table. Kiroranke took a drag from his cigarette, admiring the marks on Ogata’s chest yet again. The marks surely would take a few days to heal. Good. Ogata would be reminded of Kiroranke absolutely wrecking him every time he looked in the mirror.
“Gimme a cigarette,” Ogata demanded while slicking back his hair. Kiroranke tossed him the pack.
Ogata sat down on the couch lighting a cigarette, elbows on his knees. Kiroranke went over to him, putting the ashtray on the table as he sat down next to Ogata. They smoked their cigarettes in silence as the cool night air filled the room.
Taping the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray, Ogata spoke in his usual matter-of-factly voice, “if I were you, I wouldn’t sit there”
The smile on Kiroranke’s face froze as he remembered that he was sitting right where Ogata’s ass had been not too long ago. He jumped from the couch, furiously turning around to check his pants for cum stains.
Ogata chuffed in amusement, “that’s what you get for cumming inside.”
Kiroranke tried his best to wipe off the stain on his pants and on the couch with a tissue, frowning in dismay, “fair enough.”