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Pavel clenches when Hikaru tries to leave, because he doesn’t want it to go. Even after he’s come across his own chest, around his thighs pinned to his stomach and his hands holding back his knees, he still likes being filled. He likes the length of Hikaru’s cock, the wide girth, the soft, veined texture and the flagging, unforgiving rigidity of it. He never feels quite as complete after Hikaru’s left him, and he contracts the walls off his ass in an effort to hold on.
Hikaru, hovering above him on hands and knees, grunts, “Fuck, Chekov, cut that out.” But Pavel, pouting, doesn’t listen. He’s only obedient while he’s getting fucked. As soon as they slip back into professionalism—uniforms and surnames—Pavel’s a stubborn Russian that holds tightly onto his mate.
Hikaru’s engorged dick slides out of him anyway, trailing a little bit of lube and a lot of cum. Pavel tries to keep clenching to hold onto it but can feel himself failing, and he whimpers in disappointment. The noise makes his ass twitch and more white liquid drizzle out of his hole and down his cheeks, pooling in the blanket. Even as Hikaru pulls off of him, Pavel keeps his legs held back to give off a full view of his greedy asshole slick with Hikaru’s cum.
Hikaru rakes a hand through his sweaty hair and slips off the bed. He yanks his underwear back up his hips, which is a shame, because Pavel loves the sight of his thick, elegant cock. Pavel lost his own underwear long ago, down to nothing. He doesn’t like wearing clothes when Hikaru’s around; it’s easier to trap Hikaru down like this, to entice his best friend into spending every last available second fucking him hard into the mattress. But now Hikaru shakes his head and strolls to his set of drawers in the corner, muttering, “I’ve got to get changed for work.” There’s a thin lace of spite in it; Pavel, as a lower ranking officer, has the day off without him.
And Pavel, as Hikaru well knows from all of Pavel’s purred promises, is going to spend the day right here, naked in Hikaru’s bed, fucking himself on his fingers and humping Hikaru’s pillow and waiting for his dear boyfriend to hurry home. He’s still hoping he can get that boyfriend to take a sickday; Pavel’s sure he could exhaust Hikaru enough to earn a pass from Dr. McCoy.
But Hikaru’s stubbornly looking away from him. Finally, Pavel lets his legs slip back to the mattress, still trembling a bit and pink from being rammed into. He lifts up on his stiff elbows and looks down between his legs, spreading his thighs, his smaller cock now nestled in the pool of Hikaru’s cum. Hikaru has a tendency to come a ridiculous amount, much to Pavel’s delight, and he doesn’t want to let it cool and go to waste. He scoops up a large glob on his fingers and brings it to his mouth, popping right inside to suck it off with a languid moan.
By the time Pavel’s going in for a second swipe, he can feel Hikaru’s eyes on him, and he leans back enough to have decent access to his hole, which he sticks his finger into, cleaning off his own walls. Pulling them out again makes his breath hitch, and then he’s lapping more of Hikaru’s release off his skin, savouring the bitter, salty taste. He could drink a glass of Hikaru’s cum if they arranged it, but of course, he still prefers to have Hikaru come on him. This is the best of all worlds: in his ass, on his thighs, all over his mouth and down his throat to pool in his stomach. He smears his third scoop along his lips like a gloss, then licks it off with slow little laps and eyes sliding to catch Hikaru’s gaze.
Hikaru’s got one pant leg on and is frozen, watching as Pavel scoops both palms into the mess and brings it to his mouth like a drink, moaning loudly as he licks them clean.
“Fuck,” Hikaru swears again, “Do you ever stop?”
With one cum-soaked index finger in his mouth and a blush on his cheeks, Pavel whines, “I can’t help it that you taste so good.” A dark hunger races across Hikaru’s eyes; they’re both young and full of stamina. He thinks he might be winning.
Just in case, he lowers back down and rolls around to his stomach so he can rut his cock through the remainder of the mess, his abused ass high in the air as he begs, “Hikaru, stay with me... I want you to take me again, wery, wery badly...” He arches his back and wags his ass like a dog, moaning filthy and wanton, pulling out all the stops.
Hikaru grumbles but steps out of his pants and tosses them aside, already jerking his boxers back down as he stalks back towards the bed. He’s on it in a flash, his weight bearing down on Pavel like a blessing, his half-hard cock nestling right between Pavel’s cheeks. Hikaru flattens him down into the mattress and growls, “One more round.” He kisses Pavel’s cheek, and Pavel turns away to hide his smirk, because he knows it won’t stop at one.