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Wakataoshi’s lips are like heaven , Hajime thinks. They’re always so soft, so warm, wet, plump. Hajime can go on and on because they seem perfect- his lips are like magic. Hajime likes the way they curve when Wakatoshi’s face is relaxed, only twitching ever so slightly when the large man thinks. Or the way they look stretched around his cock. The way Wakatoshi’s jaw hangs loose when Hajime delivers the right kind of pleasure. When Hajime’s name slips past those delicious lips in a whisper.
Hajime likes the way Wakatoshi’s lips press against his in a heated kiss. Or how they snap against Hajime’s skin with need, trailing kisses on every inch of his body. Hajime loves when he can get Wakatoshi to pout because god it was so adorable.
“God, your mouth,” Hajime moans, as the larger man licks a long stripe up his neck. Hajime's heart races as Wakatoshi whimpers into his ear, flicking the tip of the tongue in, sending tiny shock waves of pleasure quivering through him.
Wakatoshi’s bare chest presses against his own, with the larger man’s hips cradled nicely between his thighs. Their cocks already rest hard and heavy against each other, gliding together with each movement of their hips. Hajime wraps his arms around Wakataoshi’s broad muscular back, his nails dig into soft freckle dusted skin.
“Hajime?” Wakatoshi whispers, this time Hajime can pull himself out of his daze enough to respond. But he can’t find his voice and instead what leaves his mouth is mostly a breathy moan, “huh?”
Hajime’s eyelids flutter when Wakatoshi traces his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue.“Did you hear what I asked?” whispers, voice is deep and husky causing Hajime’s stomach to flip as he murmurs a soft, “no.”
Wakatoshi hums, arching away from Hajime to look at him. “I asked if I could eat you out.” Hajime’s face heats up, his breath is lost in his throat.
“I’ve never… no one has ever…” Hajime’s voice quivers as he searches his lover’s olive-green eyes. “I don’t know what…”
A memory floods Hajime’s mind just then. The two had been sunbathing together in the backyard of Wkatoshi’s father’s California home. Since the two formed their relationship Wakatoshi started to visit California more often, so his father was always more than happy to have the two of them over.
On that particular visit, Hajime and Wakatoshi decided to have a few beers. A few turned into way more than a few and the two became a giggly mess.
Well, as giggly and messy as Wakatoshi could handle. They opened up about their previous sexual partners and relationships, spilling their awkward and most memorable moments.
Wakatoshi’s blushing face looked absolutely adorable when he began to talk about the first time someone had eaten him out. Said that it was empowering to be serviced like that, and felt like he was being worshiped and taken care of well.
When Hajime admitted that he never received the action himself, doing it made him feel like a God.
Wakatoshi arched his eyebrow, and hovered his glass bottle over his pursed lips before he whispered, “Can I do it to you some time then?”
Hajime laughed, he reached out to cup Wakatoshi’s jaw as the man took a sip of his drink. “Papa Bear, you can do anything you want if you ask nicely.”
Wakatoshi gently touches Hajime’s temple, bringing him back to reality. “I’ll take care of you,” Wakatoshi says like a secret, “I want to make you feel pleasure that no other man has ever given you.”
“Oh fuck,” Hajime rolls his hips up, rutting against Wakatoshi. Who would refuse such a big, strong, handsome man like Wakatoshi? Hajime feels so lucky to have such a trustworthy partner.
Hajime has never been fucked in the ass let alone eaten out. He’s done his fair share and has hooked up with others, but he’s never crossed that line with anyone before. The conversation never came up since Hajime always would rather be in control.
It makes him feel hypocritical, but he’s never been with someone he trusts enough to take care of him like that.
Wakatoshi is not like any of his other lovers though. Wakatoshi is a natural caregiver, a nice, kind, loving man. Someone who has a hard outer shell, but deep down the man is soft.
“You sure, Papa Bear?” Hajime knows Wakatoshi loves that pet name, it brings something primal out of him.
“I’ve been thinking about it since that day...” When Wakatoshi pulls back Hajime is almost reluctant to let him go. He’s suddenly nervous under Wakatoshi’s sharp eyes. "The way I've been craving you... I'm going crazy."
Hajime can’t help himself and caresses Wakatoshi’s cheek in his large hand. Wakatoshi leans into it, nuzzling against the warmth. Hajime’s heart skips when the other man kisses his palm, “I’m very serious, Haji, I want you to know how good it feels. You deserve it.”
“Wakatoshi,” Hajime breathes softly as his hard cock twitches.
“Hajime,” Wakatoshi mumbles back, blinking up with that cute pout of his. “I won’t be offended if you say no.”
Hajime smiles, bringing his other hand up to completely cup his lover’s face. “You know, you’re really cute sometimes.”
Wakatoshi’s face falls, “I am trying to be seductive. Not cute.”
“Oh,” Hajime teases, “I didn’t say you weren’t seducing me. Quite the opposite, Big Bear.” Wakatoshi’s face relaxes once more at the pet name.
Big Bear. Papa Bear. The pet name originally comes from a joke about how big Wakatoshi is, but it quickly became a turn for both of them. Hajime loves the way the bigger man blushes or shakes when the endearment slips from Hajime’s lips.
Wakatoshi doesn’t talk again, he instead turns to kiss Hajime’s hand, leaving a wet sloppy kiss that makes Hajime’s breath quicken. Wakatoshi presses his lips on the pulse point inside his wrist. With a few quick pecks sprinkled in between, spit and saliva are left in Wakatoshi’s wake as he peppers Hajime’s skin with wet, open-mouthed kisses.
Hajime is worked up now– his breath hitches in the back of his throat as he hiccups on cries of pleasure. Already sweating and begging for more just because of Wakatoshi’s greedy tongue.
Hajime hiccups on the thought of that tongue being inside of him.
“W-wakatoshiii,” Hajime cries, the anticipation makes his heartbeat speed up, squeezing hard inside his chest.
Wakatoshi kisses softly against Hajime's chest hair as his lips wander. Hajime loudly cries when Wakatoshi sucks his nipple in harshly, biting down only for a moment before letting go with a pop. Hajime’s breath shakes, and he can feel precum spurt out of his throbbing cock.
“How do you want to be?”Wakatoshi’s large hands shift to hold the back of Hajime’s thighs lightly, “Spread open like this, on your back?” Wakatoshi continues his course south on Hajime’s body. “Or do you want me to flip you over? Your ass in the air?”
Suddenly the same nervousness he felt before comes rushing back and he feels like crying. Not because he doesn’t want Wakatoshi to eat him out, it’s because of how badly he does .
Hajime loves to eat ass. Giving blow jobs, and hand jobs, fucking his partners into blissful states of pleasure. He loves all of it, but giving is Hajime’s favorite part about sex. Seeing his partners whither and squirm under his hand is more than satisfying for Hajime.
To have someone want to give him that pleasure in return has never crossed his mind. It makes him feel almost dizzy with the thought of giving up control to Wakatoshi
“Hajime,” He flicks his eyes to find the bigger man again, Wakatoshi’s face is set in a relaxed way that brings Hajime ease. “I’m going to be good to you, baby,” Wakatoshi smirks, mimicking words Hajime has said to him many times. It makes Hajime cry, and shake in his grasp.
“Do you trust me?” Wakatoshi wonders, “ Because I only want to take care of you.” Hot breath whisps against Hajime’s thighs now, and a hot, wet kiss is planted against his pubic bone.
“ Yes, ” Hajime sighs, “I want to watch you. I want to stay on my back.”
His lover finally pays attention to his weeping cock, pushing the back of his tongue against the underside of it. Wakatoshi flicks his way back up, before taking the tip in his mouth, making Hajime moan and drop his head back.
“God, Big Bear, your mouth is so good,” Words muttered by Hajime often, because it’s true. Wakatoshi’s mouth has always been good to him, well-practiced, and pays attention to everything Hajime likes. Wakatoshi can take him far back into his throat, a good pliant hole for Hajime’s cock to bury into.
Wakatoshi plants his knees firmly into the mattress, and Hajime has to roll his hips as his thighs are pushed forward. Hajime wasn’t aware that he could stretch this far as his knees are closer to his ears now. His fingers grip the sheets, helping him stay in place as he’s practically hoisted in the air. The taller man spreads his thighs as easily as butter, kissing sweetly as he had done to his chest. He bites down on thick muscle, and Hajime gasps loudly.
Wakatoshi’s gaze snaps to Hajime’s as he whimpers for more. Determination and need glimmer in his eyes. “Relax.”
Hajime feels liquid heat start to boil in his blood as Wakatoshi sucks one of his balls, licking and drooling dramatically and sloppy. “ Ah-ngh-hhh…” Hajime stutters.
Wakatoshi moves away, to tongue his perineum, a sensation Hajime has never felt before. The new pleasure causes him to gasp in surprise. Hajime doesn’t miss the small laughter of satisfaction he hears from his lover. His cock aches again, swollen and red against his thigh.
“Look at me.”
Wakatoshi is stern, sexy, and confident. It makes Hajime shiver.
Hajime hadn't realized that his eyes were squeezed shut so tightly. Blinking a few times, adjusting to focus his gaze on his lover, Hajime’s breath hitches in the back of his throat, gasping for more but no words form.
"I love you," Wakatoshi says like a promise.
“P-papa Bear…I l-love yo-ah,” The words are hard to get out but, Hajime doesn’t dare break their eye contact, their connection feels deep and intense with intimacy.
“Shh,” Wakatoshi breathes, planting more tiny kisses back and forth between Hajime’s thighs, each one closer to where he wanted his mouth the most. Wakatoshi hums when his lips first brush against Hajime’s hole.
Hajime squirms under Wakatoshi’s hold, he can’t help the pathetic whimpers he’s making. His face is incredibly warm, burning from embarrassment. But also the anticipation and excitement of this new experience is causing Hajime to literally act like a blushing virgin.
In this case, he might as well be. Hajime is the sweet little virgin and Wakatoshi is the big man who gets to spread him open and take what’s his, claiming Hajime as his own. The thought makes his toes curl.
Hajime cries out, his heart racing when Wakatoshi moves to drop his hips back on the bed. Why was he pulling away? He decided he didn't like it? But Hajime’s worries quickly fade when Wakatoshi lays down on his stomach, right between his legs.
Wakatoshi lightly slaps Hajime’s thick thigh “Hold your thighs, please.”
Hajime quickly does as his lover asks, positioning himself the way he’s placed Wakatoshi many times before. His knees were held close to his chest, and his ass tilted the most perfect way. Hajime almost feels embarrassed, being on display so lewdly.
The bigger man hums in satisfaction, dipping down to kiss Hajime’s hole again.
Wakatoshi kisses Hajime’s hole now, tongues it, and moves his perfect lips to suck around the rim. He’s practically making out with his ass, greedily with his wet tongue. As he swirls the tip around just the rim of his hole, Hajime chokes and wiggles back until he’s forced still by one of Wakatoshi’s hands on his hip.
“Wakatoshi,” Hajime whispers, “you’re making me feel… fuck. So good.”
Hajime’s vision is blinded with tears of immense lust from the pleasure Wakatoshi is giving him. The man between his legs presses his tongue flat against his needy hole, sending vibrations through Hajime’s body as he moans.
“Ah!” Hajime wants to cover his face and shield Wakatoshi from seeing the embarrassment he feels. But Hajime’s sounds only seem to make the man more eager to please and give and give and give.
“I love this,” Wakatoshi sighs, “I’m the first to make you feel like this. I’m taking you apart. Do you know how good this feels?”
Hajime knows exactly how that feels. When the situation is reversed and he’s the one between Wakatoshi’s legs it’s like he’s on top of the world. The fact that he can make such a big, strong, stoic man come to pieces with his mouth makes Hajimec crave more. Wakatoshi’s body and the sweet sounds he makes when they fuck are addicting.
“I’m the only one who will do this to you.” When Wakatoshi speaks Hajime’s cock aches, twitching where it lays neglected and wet on his thigh.
When Wakatoshi slips his tongue inside again, it’s all over and Hajime can’t control the mixture of breathy moans and drawn-out cries that escape his lips. Hajime forces himself to open his eyes with a gasp, focusing his stare on the man. Wakatoshi licks his hole until it’s sopping wet with his saliva, fucking his tongue in and out so well. Messy brown hair is all that Hajime sees between his legs, bobbing up and down, side to side. Lewd, erotic sounds filled the air as Wakatoshi laps him up.
Wakatoshi is fueled by Hajime’s moans and whispers of asking for more .
Hajime’s breath hitches in the back of his throat when his lover pulls his lips away and freezes when something thicker puts light pressure on his needy hole. Hajime notices how relaxed and stretched Wakatoshi has him and Hajime’s heat clenches on nothing at the thought of being filled.
“Can I finger you too?” Wakatoshi says louder than needed, timidness is reflected in his voice. It brings Hajime comfort knowing that he’s not the only one who’s nervous.
When Hajime frantically nods yes, Wakatoshi brings a pillow to cradle his hips but wastes no more time and goes back to eating Hajime like it’s his job.
“Touch yourself.” Wakatoshi echoes into the room, Hajime does what is asked, speedily wrapping his hand around his raging hard cock. More than enough precum has leaked out of him so he can easily glide around his length.
Wakatoshi whimpers and moans along with Hajime as he begins to lick him open with his tongue once more, hungry and with deep groans. Wakatoshi pushes as deep as he can, bobbing his head to thrust inside.
The heavy finger he felt earlier presses in with Wakatoshi’s tongue and Hajime reminds himself to breathe. Everything he’s doing is backward from what he knows about eating ass.
Hajime knows to go limp and pliant for Wakatoshi, letting himself relax into the sensation rather than think too much.
So when he feels the first push in, his hole is hungry and swallows Wakatoshi’s finger easily. It doesn’t hurt like Hajime was afraid it might, the pressure feels good .
Hajime chokes on his spit and tugs his cock harder. He rolls his hips back as if he’s trying to take in more of Wakatoshi’s long thick finger.
“Oh my god, Papa Bear~” Hajime’s voice comes out at a higher pitch than he was aiming for, but he can’t help it. Wakatoshi is treating him so well, better than anyone ever has.
“Delicious, Hajime.” Wakatoshi hums on his skin.
There is a click of a bottle and Hajime feels cool liquid land just above his hole. The lube must have been left somewhere in the bed at Wakatoshi’s reach.
“Can you take another?” Wakatoshi pushes another digit along the first ring of the muscle, massaging lightly, “Hajime?”
“ Fuck ,” Hajime grunts and he feels dizzy, “Yeah, I can take it. I can take it Wakatoshi.” He’s frantic, almost pathetic by how needy he sounds.
Wakatoshi is very gentle while he stretches Hajime further open, his tongue laps at his perineum, giving him pleasure inside and out. Two fingers push deep inside, wiggling and moving until–
“OHhhh hhhh, ” Hajime almost screams, his head pops up, searching for Wakatoshi’s eyes. The larger man is smirking, curling his fingers again. “ Fuuh-”
Wakatoshi found his prostate. He hit the spot with every one of his movements, sending waves of pleasure up his spine.
Hajime doesn’t know if he can hang on much longer, not when he feels more liquid heat pool into his core. He wants to take what Wakatoshi is still willing to give him but Hajime is struggling to ward off an orgasm for this long.
“Baby,” Wakatoshi breathes against his heavy ball. “You’re taking my fingers so good.” The man curls said digits and Hajime sobs for more.
As though he were being hit by a train, Hajime cannot grasp his senses; he feels the need to cry. Combining sexual pleasure and intense intimacy - a mix of deep emotions pierces Hajime to his core.
“S-soo, good Papa Bear…” Hajime digs his nails deeper into his skin, “I can’t hold on.”
“That’s okay.” Wakatoshi says, giving him permission to come, just like this.
"Want to make you feel good too," Hajime whispers, his cock twitching in his hand as he speeds up, tightening his grip on himself.
“You are, Hajime,” Wakatoshi whispers, “I want you to enjoy this. Don’t think about me.”
“I always think about you,” Hajime can’t help the little laugh that comes out with a moan, “I want to make you feel good, every time.”
“I do feel good.” Wakatoshi promises, “Doing this to you is like a dream, Hajime. You taste so good and you're so warm around my fingers.”
Hajime whimpers, and uncontrollably nods when he feels the pre-shock waves of orgasm hit him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna come! Gonna come! Oh my god, Big Be-aar…!”
With his finger in the deepest spot he can reach, Wakatoshi drags his fingers heavily along Hajime's insides, twisting them to hit his prostate with each thrust. That skilled tongue comes back down to lick and suck around his used hole.
“Wa-ka-aa,” Hajime curls his toes, arching his back deep as he lets out a silent scream. The situation is too much, but not enough.
Hajime feels himself stop breathing when Wakatoshi decides to swirl tiny circles with his fingers. He’s doing fast side-to-side motions too, stretching Hajime open more.
“Fu- uck, fuckfuck,” Hajime breathes out, he can’t keep his mouth shut and doesn't try and stop the loud moans that left his lips.
Hajime wants to beg Waktatoshi to keep him like this; beg to be edged until he can’t take it anymore. Hajime wants to be full of Wakatoshi’s fingers and tongue pushed to the point of intoxicating pleasure over and over.
He can be a sweet little hole for Wakatoshi now, too. Hajime will treat Wakatoshi right forever as long as it means he can feel like this sometimes too.
The thought of Wakatoshi plunging into him makes Hajime’s eyes lose focus, as he shakes his head back and forth. He’s speaking but he has no idea what he’s saying or if it’s even audible.
“You can do it,” Hajime’s lover grunts, “you can do it for me, right Haji? You can come for me like this, right?”
The breath that Hajime was holding came crashing back down into his lungs with a sob. Cum spills over Hajime’s hand with a final whisper of Wakatoshi’s name on his lips.
Wakatoshi pulls out of him, and Hajime didn’t realize what it felt like to be empty before now. Hajime feels like he’s lost his mind, his vision hazy with lust and desire. His hole continues to clench and squeeze around nothing with the shockwaves of his orgasm.
Wakatoshi shifts to kneel in front of Hajime, his cock looks like it’s aching, wet precum dripples down the side. A part of him wishes Wakatoshi would sink into him now, to fill the emptiness he feels inside.
He wants to ask, but his voice gets lost as Wakatoshi grips himself in his hand, and quickly starts sliding up and down his thick length.
“Can I cum on you?” Wakatoshi's eyes narrow, his breath is harsh and he whimpers as he stares at Hajime's stretched out hole.
Hajime whimpers, nodding yes. His legs shake as Wakatoshi lets out a final grunt, spraying his load across Hajime’s hungry hole. The way Wakatoshi is looking down at him makes him feel dirty . But only in the best way.
“Baby,” Hajime breathes, reaching his hand up to cup Wakatoshi’s flushed cheeks. But his actions get stopped when two fingers are pressing back inside of him, easily slipping in. He lets out a yell and snaps his head back to press into his pillow.
“Fuck,” Wakatoshi fingers him smoothly, “Got my cum in you, baby.”
God, Hajime can feel the warmth of his lover’s seed press against his walls, leaking deep within him.
He whimpers involuntarily and covers the corners of his mouth, "Wa-wakatoshi." It's embarrassing how turned on this makes him feel, even after having one of the greatest, most erotic orgasms of his life.
“Next time, I want to bury my cock inside of you,” Wakatoshi says like it's a promise, “I want that, is that okay?”
"You can have whatever you want, Papa Bear," Hajime sobs when Wakatoshi curls his fingers.
“Good.” Wakatoshi’s beautiful lips stretch perfectly into a smirk, “I want everything from you.”
Hajime tugs Wakatoshi down until they're kissing again. Immediately it becomes deep, wet and needy. Hajime's chest heaves while he tries to catch his breath, he can hear Wakatoshi panting, groaning and whining into the kiss. Hajime's skin burns at the contact of Wakatoshi's as the bigger man embraces him, their bodies flush together once more.
Pulling away from their messy, passionate kiss, Hajime's heart skips a beat when he sees Wakatoshi's swollen red lips. His weakness.
"Just ask nicely, and I'll give it to you, Big Bear."