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Their bed is one of Hajime’s favorite places to be in the whole world. Hajime thinks he’d be happy in any room or any bed, truthfully, as long as he’s there with Wakatoshi by the end of the night. But, as much as he loves falling asleep next to Wakatoshi, nothing can compare to waking up next to him.
Hajime and Wakatoshi decided to nap after swimming in the pool at their California home. It was such a lovely day, and Hajime will never pass up an opportunity to see his man naked. Wakatoshi swims in the nude most of the time, to Hajime’s delight.
After the dip in the pool, they took a shower and rolled into bed. It was supposed to be a quick nap, but Hajime had no idea how long they were asleep. The only reason wakes up is because of the sudden movement behind him.
Wakatoshi rolls his hips, his erection grinding against Hajime’s ass. Hajime can help but moan quietly; he turns his head and presses his face into his pillow. His own hips seem to move on their own, rutting back against him.
“Hajime,” Wakatoshi’s breath waves over Hajime’s ear, making him shiver with a whine. “Hajime, are you awake?” The big man grinds up against Hajime.
“Y-yeah?” Hajime says, his voice quiet and low, sleepy. “I’m ‘wake,” his voice croaks sleepily.
Wakatoshi kisses the back of his neck softly, licking down with his wet tongue. It surprises Hajime with tingles of pleasure down his spine. His teeth press into the side of his neck delicately, right at his pulse point. “Mmm… You smell so good.”
Hajime smiles, digging his head further into his pillow, allowing himself to roll his hips back against his lover’s. Wakatoshi breathes into Hajime’s ear, so hot it sends shivers down his body and his cock twitches against his stomach. He hums when Wakatoshi’s warm hand presses on his naked rib cage and whimpers as it glides across his torso slowly, stopping right at the soft part of Hajime’s stomach. Wakatoshi spreads his hand wide and pushes down a bit, his fingers tickling the sensitive skin above his trimmed pubic hair.
The touch is so soft, so perfect, and delicate. Hajime huffs and shivers when that hand travels further, purposely ignoring Hajime’s hardening cock, teasing his thighs.
Hajime is at Wakatoshi’s mercy.
“Waka-” he starts, about to beg his lover to touch, but he’s interrupted when Wakatoshi shoves his shoulder abruptly, catching him by surprise. He’s rolled further on his side, halfway on his stomach. Hajime’s heart beats hard in his chest, awakening him slightly more.
Hajime’s hands grip tightly onto the sheets below him, trying to ground himself when a pathetic moan escapes Wakatoshi's lips as he slots a knee between Hajime's legs, gulping forcefully in an attempt to stop it.
Suddenly Wakatoshi presses his entire body weight on top of Hajime. And it feels so fucking good- he loves how he’s being shoved and crushed deep into the mattress. Wakatoshi’s cock drags at the cleft of his ass, knee grinding up on Hajime’s balls.
Wakatoshi’s hand slips down Hajime’s side, stopping to cup his ass. Is it morning? How long have they slept? Their nap was supposed to be quick. But he answers back sleepily, "Mornin' baby."
Hajime curls his toes, widening his legs to make space for Wakatoshi. His body feels so sensitive, a shiver running down his spine, his cock rock hard between the bed and his boyfriend's thigh.
Hot kisses dust down Hajime’s back; Teeth nip, and a wet tongue glides down his neck, over his shoulders. Wakatoshi seems to be working hard– like it’s his mission. Hajime loses himself; sleep still in his veins makes him lull into a calm state. He can’t help but to relax and enjoy every soft touch Wakatoshi gives him.
His body becomes pliant and willing to do anything Wakatoshi wants. He hardly registers a warm hand cupping his ass, prying apart his cheeks. Instead, he simply shutters and melts into it; Wakatoshi’s thumb lightly presses against his hole.
“Mmm,” Hajime bucks back against it. He can feel how wet his cock is against his stomach, and he knows there will be a big stain seeping into their sheets.
“Can I eat you?” Wakatoshi asks breathlessly into Hajime’s ear.
Fuck. Hajime thinks as he remembers the last time Wakatoshi tore him apart with his mouth. How good it felt; how close he felt with his lover at that moment. How could he forget? Images of that morning invade Hajime’s thoughts throughout his days since. Silently hoped Wakatoshi would bring it up again, almost too embarrassed to ask for it himself.
His prayers are finally being answered.
Hajime twists his neck, lifting enough to catch Wakatoshi’s eyes, glued to his ass already. Wakatoshi licks his lips as he softly traces the rim of Hajime’s hole. Hajime whimpers; the small noise gains Wakatoshi’s attention, and those olive green eyes now bore into his own. Hajime nods quickly, biting his lip.
“I want to hear you say yes.” Wakatoshi sits back further, takes both of Hajime’s thighs in his hands, and spreads them out. The movement forces Hajime’s ass up a bit, making him feel intensely vulnerable and exposed.
Hajime scoots himself up, moving his knees to rest on them. His ass presents fully to his lover now, and he huffs out. “Please, papa bear, I need you to.”
“Need me to do what?” Wakatoshi says before biting Hajime’s thigh, pulling on the skin with his teeth.
Hajime laughs a bit, then gasps as Wakatoshi licks up his cheeks. Wakatoshi undoubtedly has a consent kink; it’s so obvious and extremely sexy. Hajime always told him he didn’t need to ask and that he could do anything he wanted. But Wakatoshi shook his head and told Hajime he liked the way it sounded when the words came out of Hajime’s own mouth. He wants to hear the confirmation.
“I need you to eat me,” Hajime whimpers, “please papa bear, please.”
That was all needed for Wakatoshi to press his tongue against Hajime’s hole finally. He curses into his pillow, shaking at just the littlest touch.. Hajime lets himself release every noise and whimper, never trying to conceal or hide them. Wakatoshi’s making him moan so loudly, almost pathetically. He knows he’s louder than when he tops because most of the time, Hajime is so focused on giving pleasure rather than receiving it that he loses himself.
Wakatoshialways treats him right, gives him so so much, and takes everything Hajime gives him. His big man, so willing for Hajime; now it’s Hajime’s turn.
While Hajime drifts into his thoughts, pleasure explodes throughout himself. Shocking him, making him flush and gooey under Wakatoshi’s touch. That perfect mouth of his sucks on Hajime’s hole so delicately, yet rough with his tongue. The wet muscle pokes inside Hajime, and Wakatoshi moans, causing electrifying vibrations to shoot down his spine.
“Next time, I want to bury my cock inside of you,” Wakatoshi promised, “I want that, is that okay?”
Hajime cries out as he thinks of his lover’s words from the last time. “Waka-waka… I want you… inside.”
Wakatoshi pulls away before he presses his thumbs on either side of Hajime’s hole to pry Hajime open further. He hums with satisfaction as he spits directly onto it, leaking inside quickly. When Wakatoshi does it again, Hajime’s hips struggle in his grasp. Wakatoshi dips down to kiss his hole again sweetly, and laps his tongue across it repeatedly.
Reluctantly, Wakatoshi pulls away and scoots off the bed but before Hajime can whine too much from the loss of contact he’s back with their bottle of lube. “Want to stretch you out. That’s what you want, right?” He whispers Hajime nods with a whimper. Wakatoshi smirks, “I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, yes,” Hajime shakes, almost frustrated at this point. “There’s nothing I want more right now. Get me ready for your cock. Please.”
Wakatoshi hums, satisfied with lover’s answer, then Wakatoshi’s squirting liquid across Hajime’s slightly stretched hole.
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Hajime complains but he arches his back more and stretches his ass higher.
Wakatoshi laughs as he traces the rim of Hajime’s little hole with the tip of his thick finger. He presses just the tip of it in for a moment and leans back down to give Hajime’s round ass chick a soft kiss. He slips his finger in smoothly, Hajime accepts him so easily. “Your hole seems so needy already.”
Hajime whimpers into his pillow again. Wakatoshi thinks that he’s trying to speak but when no genuine words come out; he takes this as a sign to keep going and starts to pump his finger in and out gently before slipping another in.
Wakatoshi licks in slow laps across Hajime’s hole, his fingers gliding in and out so easily with a combination of spit and lube. Noises spill out of his mouth that Hajime doesn’t recognize as his own; soft cries and broken words that can never form a sentence.
“W-waka…” Hajime rolls his hips back when Wakatoshi finds his prostate. A loud groan comes from Wakatoshi, sending a little vibration up Hajime’s spine. “Big bear…”
Those long fingers stopped abruptly right when Hajime started to let his body go and feel it. He opens his mouth to protest but stops in his tracks when three fingers are shoved inside of him, quickly pumping inside now. Wakatoshi’s mouth ventured over to bite his ass cheek, sinking those teeth deep into his skin, just the way Hajime likes.
Wakatoshi knows his body, probably better than he knows it himself. Wakatoshi knows how much Hajime wants to be licked, nipped, bitten; likes to have bruises and marks left behind. Hajime enjoys the blemishes left by his partner… letting everyone know he’s taken and lustfully in love.
“Y-you…” Hajime tries to start as Wakatoshi curls his fingers against his spot, strokes the nerve so tenderly. Pre cum spurts from his cock, further staining their sheets. “F-fuck, right there…”
“Yeah?” Wakatoshi hums, “you’re so tight. Fuck.”
Hajime cries, “You.. you made a promise last time…”
“Oh?” Wakatoshi pauses, “What was my promise?”
“Don’t stop,” Hajime whines, “don’t stop. Y-you know what you promised me.”
“Hmm,” Wakatoshi gently strokes Hajime’s insides, “Please, I don’t remember.” .”
“You promised…” Hajime’s hole pulses around Wakatoshi’s fingers. “You promised me you’d cum inside…”
“I did.” Wakatoshi says stoically, “didn’t I?” He knocks Hajime’s prostate with his fingertips.
“Fuck me, fuck me now.” Hajime arches his back, pushing his bottom higher so Wakatoshi can see his hole better. He wonders what Wakatoshi’s face looks like right now, almost afraid to turn his head to look. He hopes Wakatoshi likes what he sees and thinks Wakatoshi should be looking proud, proud for how fucking amazing he did at working Hajime open. Because that’s how Hajime feels when he gets Wakatoshi nice and stretched out first, his hole soft and greedy to take Hajime’s dick.
Wakatoshi scoots closer until Hajime feels their thighs meet; Wakatoshi’s cock slots between his ass cheeks. “Ah-h,” Hajime’s lover grunts above him, rutting against his hole.
Anticipation washes over him; he whines like never before, desperate to be filled for the first time.
Hajime has never had a dick inside of him, yet he feels so, so empty. He notices the way his hole flutters, winking for Wakatoshi, and the way his heavy cock hangs between his legs, angry at how hard he is. “Papa bear… please.”
The magic words worked, and before he knew it, Wakatoshi's thick cock head was pressing inside, and he was gasping and hiccuping. “Oh my…!”
“Shhh,” Wakatoshi pauses there, keeping a hand on Hajime’s hip, anchoring him in place. “Take your time. Don’t rush.”
“B-b-but,” Hajime drops his head and cries pathetically, “want more.”
Wakatoshi takes a shallow breath; his length slides deeper inside Hajime. Fuck, it’s painful, but. Not in any bad kind of way. The sting of it only excites him and sends butterflies to his stomach. His cock spurts out pre just as Wakatoshi feeds him another inch
“Hajime…”
The way he says it makes Hajime’s brain short-circuit and he cries. Suddenly he feels so weak, and he can’t hold himself up anymore and drops to his elbows. They both hiss when Wakatoshi falls forward with him, slipping inside deeper.
Wakatoshi’s big arms cage around him, his broad chest presses against his back. He feels a hot breath against his ear, the whimper of his name. His hole eagerly accepts more of Wakatoshi’s thick cock, soft and stretched out enough to take it all.
“M-more,” Hajime pushed back his hip, “please…”
He hears Wakatoshi laugh behind him, “You’ve never begged before.”
Hajime is sure that isn’t true- he’s sure he’s begged Wakatoshi for things. Maybe not with words, but with his actions. The way he fucks Wakatoshi can be so desperate sometimes, as he chases hisown pleasure– getting solost into it. His body is honest and willing for his boyfriend.
Wakatoshi pushes in, pulls out, then pushes in again. Hajime's knees buckle under the strain of the slow glide, and drool leaks from his mouth all over the pillow his face is pressed in tot. The fat cock inside of him twitches when Wakatoshi whimpers, pushing deeper inside.
“Do you like it?” Wakatoshi sits up again, then grabs both of Hajime’s hips to keep him in place as he thrusts slowly again. Wakatoshi didn’t imagine Hajime’s hole feeling this good- this tight and wet around him. Looking down, he sees where they’re connected; Hajime’ss split open so beautifully for him.
Wakatoshi lets himself relax into it, and enjoys the sweet, hot feeling of Hajime's hole sucking his cock. He’s been thinking about fucking him for so long now, and it’s insane how blissful and warm he feels– he can’t stop this animalistic feeling. It’s so intense... Intimacy is something Wakatoshi craves. He needs it with his lover to show how fucking in love he is.
“Answer me,” Wakatoshi says with a harsh breath, then pushes in further, not stopping until he’s fed Hajime most of his cock. “Are you feeling good?”
Hajime chokes underneath him and nods into his pillow. Wakatoshi observes him and his body language, trying to make sure his lover is as comfortable as can be. From the look of Hajime quivering and unable to make words, he grips sheets in his big fists. Wakatoshi slides one of his hands from Hajime’s hip around his leg and gently touches his cock with his fingertips. Hajime mewls, trying to roll his hips back, but Wakatoshi’s hold keeps him still.
Hajime struggles but lifts himself up enough to arch his neck and look at Wakatoshi.
His eyes. Beautiful gray-green eyes that make Wakatoshi swoon whenever he sees them. But now Hajime’s eyes are blurry with lust, wet with tears and desperation reflecting on Wakatoshi. He tries to open his mouth, but his lips wobble, and only whimpers come out.
“Come on, please.” Wakatoshi looks down at him, “I want to know.”
Hajime nods fast, his throat clenches on his breath, spewing out in a hush, “Papa bear… it feels sooo-so good. Your cock is so big.”
Papa bear.
Shivers run down Wakatoshi’s spine and it’s like something was triggered inside of him because suddenly he feels he has no control over his body when he starts to pull out and into Hajime more, finally fucking him a bit more. It’s a boost to his ego to hear Hajime say those words to him. Warmth fills every part of his body, like hot liquid running through his veins. God, he’s never felt this way- so in control, yet still under Hajime’s mercy.
“Yeah?” Wakatoshi smirks as Hajime’s face twists with a more brutal thrust. “You feel good too.”
In the process of wrapping his hand around Hajime's cock, he bends down again so that he can kiss Hajime. When their lips touch, electricity sparks, tingling against his tongue as he tastes Hajime.
Wakatoshi’s mouth is magical. That’s what Hajime has always thought. The first time they kissed, he was hit with a rush of oxytocin to the brain. Nothing mattered besides Wakatoshi. It’s the same now; Hajime gets lost when Wakatoshi kisses him like this. Open mouth, heavy licking, teeth hitting against each other. Wakatoshi pulls away from his lips to lick up their combined saliva dripping down Hajime’s chin.
The angle is awkward, but Hajime doesn’t care because when Wakatoshi grinds deep inside of him, he cries loudly from the pleasure. Wakatoshi’s grip on his dick tightens, jerking him fast.
They’re both breathing heavily, panting and moaning together. Hajime loves when they get loud like this, like wild animals in heat claiming each other.
Wakatoshi’s thumb slides on the slit of his cock, then presses in a bit, “you’re leaking so much. So wet.”
“You’re fucking me so good,” Hajime cries, “harder, please.”
Wakatoshi lets go of Hajime and whimpers from the loss of contact. But then both of his boyfriend's hands grip his waist and hold him still again. Hajime cries, and howls almost when he’s pounded hard.
Hajime gasps, his toes curl. His fingers dig deeper into the sheets. Wakatoshi holds him up and slams into him over and over and over. Hard and quick, his thick cock splits Hajime open so well.
Wakatoshi drops his head back; he feels himself smile lazily. It feels too good, so tight around his cock. Hajime’s hole is so soft and hot, wet from his spit and lube, which helps him glide in smoothly and deeply. He fucks harder, focusing on keeping the same rhythm because Hajime can’t stop screaming.
He didn’t think the first time he’d fuck Hajime would be like this - part of him wanted to be a bit cliche and have it be romantic. He even has a hotel booked for next weekend that will surprise Hajime. Wakatoshi is a romantic person; he can’t help it.
But waking up next to him, that close with his ass right by his dick, grinding against him. It was like something took over Wakatoshi and he needed to have him now. He couldn’t help himself but push his boyfriend down and take him. Wakatoshi grunts and pulls Hajime’s hips closer to him, finally fully sheathed inside.
“Oh my god!” Hajime tries to twist away but can’t move under Wakatoshi’s grasp.
Wakatoshi watches as Hajime struggles to snake his hand between the mattress and his body, most likely to grab his cock again. “I wanna cum,” Hajime moans, “faster, now.”
Wakatoshi laughs but compiles and slams in harder and faster now, feeling his release coming quickly as Hajime’s hole pulses around him. “I’m going to fill you up, okay? I’m going to fuck my cum into you.”
“N-ngh,” Hajime whines, Wakatoshi’s eyes roll back in his head and he’s cumming hard- deep inside, fulfilling his promise- giving his lover everything they both want. The squelching and skin slapping sounds mixed with their breathy moans and Hajime’s loud whimpers.
Wakatoshi gets lost in his pleasure, squeezing his eyes tight and dropping his jaw to let out an exaggerated moan. His fingers pierce Hajime’s skin as he fucks into him like a cock sleeve. Almost forgetting that it’s the love of his life he’s with- he should be more gentle. But the roughness feels insanely good as Hajime’s tight heat clenches around him.
It’s a minute before Wakatoshi pulls himself out, and they both whimper, breathing deeply.
Hajime is flipped over onto his back and finally sees his love. Wakatoshi stares down at him, sweat glistening off his forehead and a slight smirk on his face. He’s catching his breath, but Hajime can’t wait and wraps his arms around Wakatoshi’s neck to pull him down so they can kiss.
Their lips are soft this time, but still greedy. Hajime tugs at Wakatoshi’s lip with his teeth then licks his bottom lip.
“You’re still hard,” Wakatoshi mumbles against Hajime’s lips as his cock brushes against Wakatoshi’s lower belly. “I didn’t get you to cum.”
Hajime stops Wakatoshi from moving away by squeezing him closer, “D-don’t leave yet.”
His body feels sore, sorer than he was expecting. But he also feels lonely and empty. So, so, so empty without the thickness of Wakatoshi’s cock inside of him. His hole aches for more, to be stuffed further, deeper, harder.
“I wanted you to cum,” Wakatoshi says sternly as he pries Hajime off him. “I wanted to make you cum with my cock.”
No, no, nooo. Hajime gasps and reaches for his boyfriend again, “Don’t leave. Love you.”
“Shh,” Wakatoshi chuckles lowly against his lips, “I love you. I’m not leaving; I’m right here.” He kisses Hajime’s lips sweetly before he travels down his neck. Hajime keeps his eyes closed and allows himself to relax more and enjoy Wakatoshi’s actions. The big man licks and nips across his chest, delicately tonguing at his nipples when he feels pressure against his hole again.
Hajime’s mouth hangs open, and he furrows his eyebrows, sucking in a deep breath as he happily accepts Wakatoshi’s thick fingers. And before he knows it, he’s getting fucked thoroughly with those fingers, and he’s crying loudly. His orgasm feels like it’s right there. Just barely out of his reach, yet he can’t get there. He knows he’s focusing too hard.
“Relax,” Wakatoshi whispers into his ear, “just let it happen.”
Hajime whimpers, “I-I can’t.” But it feels so good when Wakatoshi finds his prostate again and strokes it. Pre-cum spurts from Hajime’s thick and angry cock. So red and swollen it hurts, his balls so heavy, begging for release. “Har-harder.”
Hajime reaches out blindly until he finds Wakatoshi’s shoulder; his hot skin scorches Hajime’s hand. He starts to fuck himself back on those fingers as Wakatoshi grips his cock and strokes him. “Please,” Wakatoshi mumbles, “I want to watch you like this.”
Hajime shakes his head rapidly, “Me too, but I can’t.”
Wakatoshi hums, and then everything stops. Hajime is suddenly empty again. He feels like weeping like he could sob from the lustful craze that took over his brain. But then he’s full again, opening his eyes with a gasp.
Wakatoshi’s inside again, his hot cock stuffed into Hajime’s messy, cum filled hole. They press their lips together in a gasp as another inch sinks into Hajime, further and further until his balls press on Hajime's ass cheeks. There is no time to process anything before getting pounded into the mattress hard, getting filled over and over with each of Wakatoshi’s thrusts. Hajime shakes, amazed by how quickly Wakatoshi got hard, but he didn't care, not when he could hear the squelching sounds from cum and lube again.
He’s yelling, moaning, crying like he never has, and Wakatoshi doesn't stop. Hajime gets twisted when Wakatoshi pulls his hips down to meet each of his thrusts. Alarms go off in his head, his core tight and hot. He cups his cock, now, gently tracing the underside of it with his fingers, the soft touch sends shivers down his spine, and he gasps, spilling onto his stomach.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Hajime’s eyes roll back far into his head, and he gags on air as his body contours and twitches as he cums, “Papa bear, don’t stop.” He places a hand over his stomach, cherishing the warm cum inside him already. They moan when he presses down and feels Wakatoshi’s cock bulging against his stomach. “Shit, I can feel you.”
Wakatoshi grunts, a fire in his eyes as he stares down into Hajime's. "You're all mine," the words leave his lips in dark tone, the one he uses when he's serious. "All mine." He repeats, piercing his nails into Hajime's hips, thrusting deep.
"Yours," Hajime agrees, nodding with a cry. The sensation of being fucked after cumming creates a feeling of overstimulation to cascade Hajime’s body. Tingles shot up his spine as the head of Wakatoshi’s fat cock hit his spot repetitively.
Wakatoshi continues to slam into him, not stopping for a second as he chases his release again. He doesn't last that long, and growls while cumming deep into Hajime for the second time.
They stay still for a while, Hajime isn’t sure what time it was when they started, so it doesn't matter anyways. He curls into Wakatoshi’s arms with a big goofy smile. Wakatoshi kisses his forehead and laughs.
“Was that okay?”
Hajime nods, “Yes, yes. I enjoyed it very much. I’m excited to do it again.”
Wakatoshi nuzzles into his neck and murmurs, “I want to fuck you on every surface in our home.”
Hajime laughs, “Yes, please big bear.”