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Light particles of dust lingered in the air of a small studio apartment. The rays of afternoon sun sneaked in through the windows and made the particles glimmer gently. There was rare stillness in the usually lively home—except for the occasional sighs.
In the living room, Iiva lay comfortably on a couch, skimming through a magazine. It was one of the old issues they liked to grab whenever they had nothing else at hand to direct their attention for a while. Iiva rubbed their bare knees lightly against each other while they kept glancing at the clock on the wall, which seemed to interest them more than the magazine in their hands.
Ugh. It has been hours already.
Iiva sighed through their nose and put down the magazine on the top of their belly, covering up their pierced navel. They raised their reading glasses with their thumb and middle finger to rub the root of their nose and let out another puff.
Where is he?
Iiva lifted the collar of their shirt—which was clearly too big for them—closer to their nose and inhaled. It had a musky, earthy scent that Iiva had grown to find intoxicating recently. In their mind they traveled back to the moments where they had been drowned in that smell, hoping that one of those would be soon again.
Faint sounds emanated from the hallway. A key turned in a lock, and the apartment's front door opened. A sporty, muscular guy walked in, carrying two heavy-looking paper bags in one hand and keys in another. He closed the door behind him and put down the keys on the small table in the hallway.
“I’m home!” Oiva hollered energetically from the door and kicked the sandals off his feet. He readjusted his hold and then with ease carried the heavy bags to the kitchen.
“Welcome back!” Iiva greeted him back from the living room. They had immediately jumped up from the couch when they had heard noises from the door. They put down the magazine on the coffee table and took off their reading glasses, leaving them next to the thing they had tried to use as a distraction. With light, bouncy steps, they followed Oiva to their small kitchen.
“Did you loot the whole town?” Iiva asked amusedly, eyeing the two shopping bags on the top of the kitchen counter that were packed to the brim. “I thought the list I gave you wasn’t that long,” they thought out loud, leaning their cheek on the back of their palm with a questioning pout.
“Nah,” Oiva grunted, “I took a detour through the market. There was a good offer for these pre-filled bags with a mix of seasonal fruits in them. I remembered how much you like fruits, so I bought one.” The man beamed with his genuine smile. Light red rose on Iiva's cheeks. Oiva's kindness and thoughtfulness still managed to catch them off guard sometimes.
“Umhh. Thanks,” Iiva got the words out awkwardly, trying to keep a straight face and hide how flustered they really were. They took a few steps closer to the kitchen counter and quickly peeked into the fruit bag, then turned their interest back to Oiva. “So… did you get everything that I put on the list?”
“Yeah, I got everything—I think,” Oiva replied and reached into his back pocket. “I crossed off every item I got. Here is the list if you want to double-check,” he continued and handed over a small piece of paper to Iiva. They took the paper, neatly unfolded it, and began to read. Every item had been struck through, except the last one.
“You forgot one thing,” Iiva pointed out.
“Really? Which one?” Oiva asked, briefly turning to Iiva, then directing his attention back to the paper bags that he was about to start to unpack.
“Blowjob.”
“Oh. That,” Oiva chuckled with a hint of embarrassment in his voice. Scratching the back of his neck, he turned back to Iiva. “I think they may have been out of stock with that one,” he laughed.
“Is that so? Who was working at the shop today?” Iiva leaned curiously towards Oiva, eager to hear his answer.
“The shopkeeper’s daughter, why?” Oiva replied hastily, with slight confusion in his voice.
“You could have asked her,” Iiva smirked and leaned back against the counter behind them. They lifted the piece of paper close to their lips, trying to hide their personal amusement, as Iiva couldn’t resist an opportunity to be playful with Oiva.
“…What? Iiv, she’s married! I would never—”
“Hasn’t stopped her before,” Iiva replied casually, gesturing to wipe the corner of their mouth with their finger. Oiva looked back at them like he had just lost the plot. Iiva broke out in heartfelt laughter and put away the shopping list, then took a few steps closer to Oiva and placed their hands on his chest.
“Oh, my sweetest Oiv. You truly are such a decent man that these thoughts would never cross your mind. And it is why I adore you so,” Iiva said, pressing their body against Oiva’s, giving him a gentle kiss, and then pulling back with a cheeky look on their face. “But, you know… I think we still should get that last item checked from the list. You did such a good job with the other ones—it would be a shame to leave it undone,” Iiva smiled smugly, continuing to kiss Oiva and gently biting his lips.
“Maybe… we should unpack the bags first.” Oiva tried to escape Iiva’s kisses with his talk, but it only lit Iiva’s fire even more.
“I think we should unpack you first,” Iiva grinned mischievously and slid their hand down to Oiva’s crotch. “Since… you’re already hard and all. You should know by now that these things never go unnoticed with me,” they continued and teasingly groped his bulge through the pants.
Oiva sighed and pulled Iiva in for another kiss, who continued to caress his hard-on courtingly. The couple’s kisses grew more fervent, and with every kiss they melted deeper into one another. For a moment it was as if time had stopped for the two, and the only thing they cared about was each other’s taste on their lips.
Iiva’s kisses started to drift from Oiva's lips to his cheek and down to his neck. Oiva tilted his head, letting his body enjoy the sensation. Iiva’s lips moved closer to his ear.
“Were you thinking the whole trip that I might be here waiting for you, ready to please you?” they breathed in Oiva's ear. Iiva moved their hand away from his bulge and slowly slid it into Oiva's pants, grabbing his burning-hot cock and giving it a light jerk. “Did it make you this hard?”
Oiva gasped and opened his eyes, finding Iiva looking into his. With lustful eyes, his assertive little lover was carefully observing Oiva's responses. He smiled back to Iiva.
“It may have crossed my mind,” Oiva replied, caressing Iiva’s lower back, then sliding his hands to the front. “I see you’re wearing my shirt again,” he murmured and started to untie their shirt.
“Maybe you shouldn't leave them lying around so carelessly—you know I find your scent so damn irresistible,” Iiva sighed and pressed their face against Oiva's chest, taking a deep breath to fill their senses while the man's hands continued their travel under Iiva's shirt. Oiva slid his hand on Iiva's chest and gave their nipple a light rub, which sent shivers through Iiva's body—and a soft whine from their lips.
“The sounds you make are the cutest when I touch you from here,” Oiva hummed lovingly.
“You really like to find my most sensitive spots, don't you?” Iiva sighed, captivated by Oiva's touch.
“It is one way to get to know you… and slow you down a bit,” Oiva smiled, giving Iiva's temple a kiss and teasing them with another rub. Iiva bit their lip and answered Oiva's touch by tightening their grip on him. For a brief moment, Iiva let themself surrender to Oiva, but then determinedly, Iiva gathered themself.
“Now how about you let me help you to be a good boy?” Iiva tempted Oiva demandingly, giving him a generous set of jerks. Oiva groaned and pulled Iiva in for another passionate kiss.
“If you insist,” he huffed.
“I do,” they replied with a pleased smile. Iiva pulled their hand out of Oiva’s pants and lifted the hem of his tight shirt, revealing his softly muscular midriff. They kneeled before Oiva, kissing his stomach, and slowly started to lower his pants. Oiva leaned back against the counter, placing his hand on top of Iiva’s head. He ran his fingers through their hair, lightly pulling back Iiva’s bangs. Iiva turned their gaze back up.
“You enjoy watching me suck your cock?” they smirked at Oiva, who responded with a sigh and wide smile while gently tugging on Iiva's hair. Iiva kissed further down Oiva's stomach while pulling down his pants, exposing his well-endowed package. They gently wrapped their fingers around him and ran the tip of their tongue along his trail to the base of his shaft, giving it a soft kiss. Iiva moved their tongue along the man’s shaft, giving the tip another soft kiss. With each additional kiss, they added more tongue, listening to how Oiva's breath started to get heavier. Iiva gave the whole shaft one long lick from base to tip and then wrapped their lips around his cock. Oiva gasped audibly and readjusted his grip on Iiva's hair. Iiva smirked, pleased with his response, then inhaled deeply through their nose and took Oiva's cock so deep in their mouth that they could feel the tip hit the back of their throat.
“Ahh, fffuck,” Oiva inhaled through his bitten lips as he watched how his whole cock disappeared between Iiva's lips. “You know I love it when you do that,” he smiled, then leaned back and relaxed, enjoying every moment of Iiva's hot, wet mouth that they so badly wanted to offer him. Oiva keenly observed how Iiva kept sucking him off and how slowly the hunger started to take over them until they were greedily devouring him. Oiva grunted and brushed Iiva's hair roughly. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come soon,” he sighed. Iiva turned their eyes back up and gasped as they let Oiva’s soaking-wet cock out of their mouth.
“Do you want me to slow down?” Iiva asked playfully, wiping some of the spit off their face while firming their grip but slowing their strokes. Oiva breathed heavily and looked back at Iiva, whose delicate hand had a heady hold of his tender and throbbing cock. Oiva reached his hand down onto the base of his shaft.
“Please… let me come in your mouth,” he begged. Iiva smiled, stopped jerking, and let Oiva direct his cock into their mouth, as deeply down their throat as it had been. Oiva placed his hands on the back of Iiva’s head, lightly thrusting himself back and forth. Iiva moved their hands on Oiva’s hamstrings, hugging the man’s lower body and letting him take control of the movement. They felt Oiva's pace increase, his cock throbbing against their tongue as he fucked their mouth. Iiva grabbed tighter on his thighs, breathing heavily through their nose, as Oiva fully occupied their mouth. One long push and cry of climax—Oiva stopped, holding himself in as deep as possible. Iiva felt their nose squish against his pubes, making it hard to breathe and bringing tears to their eyes. Soon, Oiva let go of his hold and turned to look at Iiva, who pulled out, gasping for air.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” Oiva asked, some worry in his voice, still breathing heavily.
“I’m fine,” Iiva smiled back at him and wiped the tears from their eyes. Iiva kissed Oiva’s thighs, then stood back up, wrapping their arms around the man, looking him in the eyes. “More than fine, actually,” Iiva smiled, then gave him long, slow kisses with plenty of tongue.
As the couples’ kisses slowed to the point where their lips briefly brushed against each other, Iiva pulled away, picked up the shopping list from the counter, and reached down to the back pocket of Oiva’s pants for a pen. Triumphantly, Iiva checked the last item on the list.
“There, done,” Iiva said gleefully, then turned back to Oiva. “And now… would you like to have your reward for completing the whole list?” Iiva grinned and leaned over the counter flirtatiously. Oiva, who had just managed to calm his breath, tilted his head curiously.
“Reward? What do you have in mind?” he asked.
Iiva’s grin grew wider, and they leaned even more over the counter, arching their back and lifting their behind.
“Oh, have mercy on me… You just sucked me dry there,” Oiva let out a laugh, moving a little closer to Iiva.
“Is that so?” Iiva looked back at Oiva, then lowered their eyes and reached their hand towards his groin. “I’m not sure if your cock agrees—it is still rock hard,” Iiva smirked and gently touched his shaft with their fingertips, making it twitch. Oiva huffed, took Iiva’s hand in his, and lifted it to his lips, giving it a kiss.
“I don’t have much left in me, but I can give you what I have—if that pleases you,” Oiva smiled with warmth and looked them in the eyes. Iiva smiled back at him.
“That is more than enough.”
Oiva gave another kiss on Iiva’s hand, then let go of it and leaned closer to them, slowly kissing them as his hand reached to lower Iiva's shorts. He pulled the pants’ waistband down, enough to reveal Iiva’s cheeks, then started to tease their hole with his fingers.
“No need to start slow—you can go all in,” Iiva sighed through their kisses. Iiva felt how Oiva addressed some pressure with his fingers around their hole, then slid three of them in with ease. Iiva cried in pleasure, but constant kissing muffled their noises. After some more sultry spit swapping, Oiva parted his lips with Iiva’s and rested his forehead against theirs, catching his breath.
“You really prepped yourself for me—I didn’t realize you were this hungry for my cock,” Oiva gasped in excitement, feeling Iiva’s slick and hot insides with his fingers.
“Just the way you like it, right? I… took the liberty… to play a little… while I was waiting for you… to come back home, to fuck me,” Iiva got the words out through their gasps as Oiva fingered them. Oiva smiled and kissed Iiva again, sliding in one more finger, making them cry even louder. He took his time playing with Iiva’s hole, just to enjoy the sounds of their cries. After some careful and thorough finger work that didn’t leave any of their bits unexplored, Iiva’s cries softened, and they let out a delirious sigh.
“Please, put it in already… I want you to come in me like I had the most breedable hole you have ever fucked.” Even in such a vulnerable state, Iiva was still as demanding as ever.
Oiva smiled and slowly took out his fingers. He pulled Iiva's shorts all the way down and undressed his own. He reached his hand down between Iiva’s legs and gently stroked their intimate parts, ending the motion by sliding his thumb inside them and pressing it against their P-spot, making Iiva gasp loudly. Then, Oiva positioned himself behind Iiva and let them feel his erection against their bottom, and leaning over them, he whispered into their ear.
“As you wish.”
Oiva gently pushed his tip against Iiva’s hole, circled it around a little, and then teasingly put it in, listening to Iiva's breath change to heavier. And then, with one firm push, Oiva was all in.
“Ahh, yes! Give it to me!” Iiva cried, trying to catch a glimpse of Oiva behind them, but before they could, he pressed Iiva's body against the counter and started to pound them hard. Iiva moaned loudly as Oiva kept giving them deep thrusts with the full length of his thick tool. The forceful banging kept pushing Iiva further over the counter, making them tip on their toes. After a moment, Oiva adjusted his thrusts to slower and longer ones and let his hand wander on Iiva's back. His hand continued to travel along Iiva's arm until their fingers met. Oiva grabbed Iiva's hand under his, laced their fingers, and pinned Iiva's palm against the counter’s surface.
“Please, harder, I’m so close—” Iiva begged with a heavy breath under their lover. Oiva, equally getting out of breath, kissed their neck and then followed their plea. He grabbed Iiva’s thigh and raised their knee up on the counter, lifting their feet off the floor. Their legs widely spread, Iiva felt Oiva digging even deeper into them. With every thrust, Iiva’s moans grew louder as Oiva penetrated their insides with full passion, making Iiva reach the levels of ecstasy they could only with him. Trapped under Oiva's heavy body, pressed against the hard surface of the counter, and with their ass being rammed by every inch of their lover's lusty length, Iiva reached the peak of their arousal and cried loudly, feeling Oiva come inside them in that same moment.
As the sounds of their lovemaking faded, both still out of breath, Oiva slowly lowered Iiva’s leg and gently helped them down from the counter and onto their feet. With Oiva still inside them, Iiva stood up and turned their head to look at the man behind them, placing their hand on his cheek.
“Can you pull out nice and slow so I can feel you dripping on my thighs?” Iiva breathed with a content smile. Oiva smiled and gave Iiva a quick peck.
“If you bend over so I can take a look at you,” he replied, lovingly caressing their waist. Iiva grinned and gave him back another quick peck. Then they went back to leaning over the counter, and Oiva pulled out slowly. The cum dripped out from Iiva's hole that was still gaping and twitching after the lovers' intense session.
“See, you still had loads in you,” Iiva sighed blissfully, feeling the fluids running down their thighs. They slowly stood back up, then turned around to face Oiva, wrapped their arms around his neck, and gave him a long smooch. “Now let me clean you up quick so we can go through those bags,” Iiva smirked. Before Oiva could say anything, he felt Iiva’s tongue on his now softened parts. He groaned as Iiva worked with their mouth, lovingly cleaning the traces of their shared mess from Oiva's body. After carefully going through his bits, Iiva wiped their mouth with the back of their hand.
“There,” Iiva said, pleased, and gave Oiva’s abs a quick peck before standing up. As if nothing had just happened, they turned around back to the counter and grabbed a towel, quickly wiping the surface clean from their love stains. Then, Iiva directed their attention to the grocery bags that had waited there for a while, witnessing the deeds of the amorous couple. “Okay, so where were we—” Iiva hummed to themself. Oiva put on his pants, then moved to the counter to stand next to Iiva, ready to start unpacking the bags that had been waiting patiently. He turned to look at Iiva.
“You sure you don’t want to clean yourself up first?” Oiva asked subconsciously with his attentive, big brother voice. Iiva—who recognized only Oiva's care for them in his tone—pressed both of their palms on the counter and then leaned in so close to Oiva that the couple could have kissed.
“Now why would I when I can feel myself being so filled with your love that it makes me overflow?” Iiva answered with a wide smile on their face.
“You’re so gross,” Oiva let out a laugh and wrapped his arm around Iiva and looked at them down his nose. “Sickening, even,” he continued with a smile and kissed them.
“I know,” Iiva pouted smugly and kissed him back. “I’m the worst.”
Oiva gave one more kiss on Iiva’s forehead and then lifted his arm away, turning his focus back to the paper bag in front of him. He moved the fruit bag in front of Iiva, who grabbed the bag excitedly in their hands and started to go through its contents. Oiva started to do the same.
“So, uh… you and the shopkeeper’s daughter?” Oiva curiously glanced at Iiva with a raised eyebrow while taking items out of the bag and placing some on the shelf in front of him.
“Not me, but probably the rest of the town,” Iiva replied in a more serious tone than usual, keeping their attention on the fruits that they were placing in a small basket on the counter. “Her husband has a gambling problem, and he spends all their shared money. So she serves whatever items and services she can under the counter so she can afford the things she needs. That is why I leave her a tip whenever I visit the shop.” Oiva’s face turned serious, and he stopped his actions for a moment to process his thoughts.
“I should tip her too next time I visit,” he said and proceeded with the unpacking.
“Yes, you should. With a big fat bill or with your big fat co—”
“Oh, shut up!” Oiva snapped with a half smile and gently nudged Iiva with his elbow. Iiva snickered back, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, then dived back to the fruit bag. Oiva stopped for a moment just to observe them, then smiled to himself and continued to do the same.