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“You are supposed to carry me over the threshold, Iwa-chan. Cradle me in your arms, husband.”
They’ve only been married for 10 hours and Tooru’s already starting with the demands. The pair of husbands are stumbling their way down the hallway of the hotel, drunk on love and Argentine wine. Golden bands sparkle on their fingers, catching Hajime’s eye. He pulls Tooru to a stop and looks at the band on the other man’s finger. His band. He gave Tooru that ring.
“Shit, I actually married you.”
Tooru frowns at him, “That’s a terrible thing to say on the day of our marriage, Hajime.”
Hajime reaches down to sweep Tooru into his arms, “We are actually married, Tooru. Like married.”
“My husband, master of detailed explanations,” Tooru laughs, wrapping his arms around his husband’s neck.
“Shut up,” Hajime mutters, passing the key card to Tooru so he can open the door. In his haste to get his husband through the door, Hajime doesn’t notice the small basket on the floor right inside the room. Tripping, he unceremoniously drops his new husband on his ass before falling on top of him.
“Mierda, boludo! Why’d you drop me? And get off!” Tooru grumbles, pushing his husband off of him.
Hajime, a bit stunned by the turn of events, mutters, “Does this mean we’re cursed? If a groom falls while carrying his groom across the threshold? I think we’re cursed, Shittykawa.”
“You can’t call me Shittykawa on our wedding night, dumbass. And we aren’t cursed so calm the fuck down. What did you trip over?”
There on the ground lies the smashed basket with a note attached to the snapped handle that reads:
Dear Husbands (gross),
Here are some aspirin for your inevitable headaches tomorrow morning. We’ve also included flavored lube and a variety of glow in the dark condoms. We expect you to fuck each other’s brains out for the next three days and don’t want to see you until at least Wednesday.
We dare you to break the bed.
Love,
The Forever Bachelors
With a scoff, Tooru tosses the note back onto the floor, saying, “They are only bachelors because they refused to get married.”
“Glow in the dark condoms? ‘Kawa, can I try this on right now?”
“Hajime, honestly. This is supposed to be a romantic night with foreplay and shit.”
“But ‘Kawa, it’ll be like a lightsaber!”
Tooru stares at his husband in horror and intrigue because aliens! But no, no, this is their wedding night. Sex is supposed to be special tonight and watching Hajime wield his cock like a lightsaber doesn’t...well, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad?
At his nod, Hajime gives him a drunken grin, grabs the box and races into the bathroom, yelling, “Babe, I’m going to check out how this works and get ready. You go get comfy on the bed and I’ll be there in just a minute.”
Pushing to his feet, Tooru makes his way to the bed where there are a few red rose petals scattered around the white comforter. A bottle of champagne chills in an ice bucket with flutes sitting next to it on a small table in the corner of the room. Unbuttoning his suit jacket, he slips off his dress shoes and sets the jacket on the back of a chair. He can hear Hajime cackling in the bathroom. And people think Iwa-chan in the mature one. He settles onto the bed to wait for his husband to make his grand entrance.
And oh what an entrance it was…
Except Tooru missed it because he had fallen asleep.
Hajime, completely naked, erection bobbing in front of him, decked out with the glow in the dark condom already in place, had turned off the lights and danced his way over to the bed, making sound effect noises. He’s halfway across the room when he realized that Tooru wasn’t making any comments which is odd.
He stops dancing and makes his way over to the bed finding his husband passed out, drooling slightly into the soft pillow.
Tooru looks so at peace that Hajime doesn’t have the heart to wake him up. Hajime quickly undoes the buttons on Tooru’s dress shirt and unclips the belt to quickly pull down the dress pants off knowing how much Tooru will bitch about having slept in formal wear in the morning. It wasn’t how he imagined taking off his husband’s clothes for the first time but Hajime finds that he doesn’t really mind as he tucks Tooru under the blanket and climbs in next to him, pulling his snoring husband close.
Within minutes he’s fast asleep.
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Something warm is moving across his chest and Hajime swats at it, causing his husband to groan from being smacked on the head.
“Tooru?” he asks, sleepiness causing his already husky voice to drop an octave. Tooru’s head peeks out from underneath the covers, a smile bright on his face.
“Buenos días, mi amor.”
Tooru’s intentions are clear as he drops the sheet back over his head to continue his journey down Hajime’s body, mouthing kisses over every inch of skin across Hajime’s chest.
“Tooru, it’s like 5 am.”
The kisses stop as Tooru once again lifts the covers to look into his husband’s eyes.
“Mi amor, ya estamos casados. We need to have married sex and I’m going to fuck you because you got so distracted by the glow in the dark condoms last night that I feel asleep waiting for you,” Tooru says, bright copper eyes glimmering with amusement at Hajime’s hesitancy.
“But 5 am,” Hajime whines, pulling Tooru up to give him a proper kiss. He catches Tooru’s bottom lip between his, biting softly, sweeping his tongue into Tooru’s mouth, deepening the kiss.
Hips rock down into his and Hajime is reminded that he is very much naked and...what the fuck is happening to his dick??
It’s glowing.
Oh fuck, he’d forgotten to the take the condom off the night before and the tip was now hanging off his rapidly rising cock.
He laughs. A full belly laugh to the point where Tooru has to ask him what the fuck is wrong. He just points to his cock which makes Tooru chuckle too. He reaches down to remove the unused condom and throws it into the garbage.
“You missed my sexy lightsaber dance, babe. I put on quite the show for you and your sleeping self. Completely wasted my best moves,” Hajime says, smirking at Tooru who had climbed back into his lap.
“Let me make it up you, baby. I’m gonna take such good care of you that you’ll be screaming my name by the time we’re done,” Tooru growls against Iwa’s neck, pressing kisses right at the spot that always makes his lover shiver.
Hajime rucks his hips up against Tooru’s, falling back on the bed, bringing Tooru with him. With a show of strength, he flips their positions so Tooru is now under him and Hajime is the one placing kisses up and down his chest.
“Babe, who said that you got the first husband fuck? I’m your husband and I’m going to fuck you, right here, right now,” Hajime grins as he tongues over Tooru’s collarbone.
Deciding to use his height to his advantage, Tooru wraps a leg around Hajime’s waist and rolls, flipping them again.
“Hajime, I can play this game all morning but I will always win. Let me show you, my love.”
Each word is followed by a kiss down Hajime’s abs, tongue running over each defined line, blowing a raspberry into Hajime’s belly button causing the other man to jerk and relax.
“Tooru, knock it off,” Hajime sighs, pulling at Tooru’s hair when he goes to blow another raspberry, causing the other man to chuckle
“But mi amor, this isn’t our first time having sex. Let’s have some fun.”
“Fun is you sucking me off or opening me up for your dick.”
“Jesus, Hajime. Eager are we?”
“If you’re not going to do it, let me go. I’ll show you what good married sex is like.”
“Ohoho, have you had married sex before, husband of mine?”
Hajime grabs his grinning husbands jaw, tilting it up to look him in the eye, “Fuck me, Tooru.”
A gentle kiss is pressed against his palm, as Tooru’s eyes burn with passion, pupils blown wide, breathing more ragged, “Are we not making love this morning?”
“We have a lifetime together to make love. Today, we fuck in celebration.”
“I can do that,” Tooru says, finally kissing his way down to Hajime’s hip, running his tongue expertly over Hajime’s throbbing cock.
Tooru wastes no time in taking Hajime’s cock into his mouth, cheeks hollow as he sucks up and down, drawing groans from his husband.
Hajime’s hands find themselves wrapped around Tooru’s brown locks, guiding his head back and forth, muttering praises as Tooru took him deeper and deeper.
“Yeah baby, ugng that’s so good.”
“You’re such a cockslut, Tooru. Look how deep you’re taking me.”
“Fuck, you look so good on your knees. Take it all, baby. I want you to swallow my cum. Good husband. Swallow it all, baby.”
All Tooru gets is his husband’s hands tightening in his hair before he blows his load down the back of Tooru’s throat. He swallows every drop, licking the top of Hajime’s cock to clean all the cum off him.
“Thanks for breakfast,” Tooru grins, as Hajime laughs, “Now the fun really begins. Where’s that lube?”
He jumps off the bed to find the broken basket still in the entryway of the hotel room. In typical Makki and Mattsun asshole style there are only tropical fruit flavored lubes but they’re a quality brand so he’ll survive.
Jumping back onto the bed, he holds up 3 different lines for Hajime to choose from: pina colada, coconut or mango.
“Those are fucking disgusting flavors,” Hajime whines, adding, “I’ve got strawberry in my suitcase if you want to use that.”
“Mi vida, me salvaste!” Tooru says, moving to quickly open Hajime’s solo suitcase. There nestled at the very top was another little bag with another note attached that read:
Hey Vanilla Sex Enthusiasts,
We knew you would hate the lubes we put in our basket so here’s your boring ass strawberry lube with a special little present from Makki. We want a SFW or NSFW picture of you using our present. We have the extra key, in case you lose the one in here.
Spice up your life, fuckers!
The Forever Bachelors
Tooru holds up the bag after reading the note. A peek inside shows him exactly what he suspected was in there.
Dipping one finger into the bag, he pulls out a pair of blue fuzzy handcuffs.
“Remember that first time we used handcuffs?” Hajime laughs motioning for Tooru to toss them to him. The blue fuzz covers his fingers as he pulls lightly on the cheap metal handcuffs.
Scoffing, Tooru flops back onto the bed, “Yes, Hajime, as hard as I’ve worked to block that particular memory out of my brain, I do remember our first and last time using handcuffs. You dislocated my shoulder and I had to try to explain that to my coach and trainer without making myself look like a fool.”
“But they already knew because I texted your trainer immediately.”
“Yes, dear husband, you ratted me out and they took great joy in watching me try to lie to them about having dislocated my shoulder during sex with my freaky boyfriend.”
Hajime’s still running his fingers on the soft blue fuzz and Tooru knows he’s considering having the handcuffs used on him.
“Mi amor?” Tooru asks coyly, “have you been a bad boy ? Do you need to be punished?”
Hajime goes red (like he always does when Tooru says the words ‘bad boy’). Tongue sneaking out to lick his bottom lip, Hajime nods and hands the handcuffs to Tooru before laying down on the bed, arms stretched above his head, hands wrapped around the bars in the headboard.
Tooru takes a minute to observe Hajime-laid out before him, tan skin, taut muscles, nervous smile on his face. How he loves this man and right now, he’s going to show Oikawa Hajime just how much he adores him. And then he’s going to fuck him until he blacks out.
The handcuffs get tossed up onto the pillow by Hajime’s head. Tooru’s in the mood to tease.
“Hajime, if you remove your hands from the headboard before I put the handcuffs on, I’ll stop.”
Hajime shakes his head vigorously, “No, baby, I promise I’ll be good.”
A hand reaches down to stroke up Hajime’s calf, caressing the strong muscles there. Tooru continues, “Good boy, remember the safe word?”
“Yes, babe, I remember.”
Hands move to Hajime’s thighs, lifting his legs into a bent position.
“Good. If you need me to stop or uncuff you, use it.”
Tooru grins at his beefy husband practically writing underneath him and he hadn’t even done anything yet. He reaches to grab the lube, pouring a generous amount over his fingers and rubbing his hands together to warm it up. Once it’s ready to go, he lifts Hajime’s hips up and slides his own knees underneath to slightly prop his husband’s ass up, allowing him better access. He places a kiss right on Hajime’s hip, staring into his husband’s eyes, “Haji, ready?”
“For you? Always.”
It’s such a sweet response when Tooru’s going to destroy him. Spreading Hajime’s ass cheeks, Tooru finds the puckered hole and pushes in. Again, they aren’t new to sex but something about this feels different. He pushes his finger in deeper, slowly moving it in and out, preparing Hajime. A second finger is added quickly and Hajime lets out the most beautiful moan. For as stoic as Oikawa Hajime can be in real life, he lets out the beautiful sounds when they fuck. Always has. It startled Tooru so badly their first time that he had actually pulled out and stepped back thinking that he had hurt Iwa-chan only to be yelled at to get back in there and keep going.
They laugh about it now because Tooru loved eliciting those out of character moans that tell him how turned on his lover is when they’re fucking
He adds the third finger, spreading his Haji wide, stroking in and out. Hajime is staring at him with dark eyes, fingers flexing on the wooden headboard.
“Tooru, quit playing. I’m ready.”
“But mi amor, I have to make sure you are completely ready.”
“Fuck, Tooru, please.”
The last word comes out with a whine and Tooru knows it’s time. He pulls out, wipes his hand over his own dick and then crawls up Hajime’s body, dragging his own erection against his lover’s. The handcuffs are quickly snapped over one of Hajime’s wrists.
“Are you sure you want this?” Tooru asks for the final time.
“Yeah, babe, I need this.”
“Mi Haji can be such a cock whore. Look at you begging to be restrained while I fuck you,” Tooru says, snapping the other cuff around Hajime’s other wrist, “You good?”
“Mmm, just get on with it.”
Tooru grabs his phone off the nightstand and holds it up, “I feel like I need to take a picture of you like this, especially since our friends so politely asked for one.”
“I don’t fucking care what you do as long as you fuck me soon.”
Arranging a pillow on top of Hajime’s impressive erection, Tooru quickly snaps a picture and sends it to the group chat. Serve them right for daring him to do it. And his Haji is quite the specimen.
Throwing his phone onto the floor, Tooru grabs one of the glows in the dark condoms and sheathes himself.
“Hajime, I love you,” he whispers, lifting one of Hajime’s legs up over his shoulder and settling himself between his lover’s legs.
“Love you too, Tooru.”
And then he’s pushing in. Inch by inch. Moving slowly in and out, waiting for Hajime to adjust to his cock. He’s moving at a disastrously slow pace, teasing his husband who can do nothing more than lift his hips slightly.
“Fuck, faster, babe.”
Turning his head to kiss the inside of Hajime’s ankle where it rests on his shoulder, Tooru grins, “Your wish is my command.”
He pulls out the tip of his cock just catching on the rim of Hajime’s asshole, before slamming back in, tip brushing against Hajime’s prostate, making him scream. Hajime’s hands pull at the cuffs, unable to move and Tooru grins. Time to give his husband exactly what he asked for.
Tooru moves at an unrelenting pace, slamming in and out, changing the angle by adjusting Hajime’s hips. His husband pants as his erection bobs up and with every thrust but Tooru won’t touch it. He wants Hajime so completely overtaken by pleasure before he gets him off again. He can feel his own orgasm coming and thrust even fast, grabbing Hajime’s hips to piston into him.
“Tooru, Tooru, fuck, I, fuck.”
“That’s it, baby, that’s it. I’m close. Are you close, mi vida?”
“Touch me, please, Tooru. Please touch me. I can’t-”
“Little bit longer, baby, you can do it. You’re such a good boy. Arghhh.”
Tooru cums with one last thrust, panting as he grabs Hajime’s erection and pumps once, twice and then Hajime is spraying his own release all over Tooru’s hand.
CRACK
The sound startles Tooru and suddenly Hajime is sitting up on the bed, handcuffs snapped in half and a broken piece of headboard laying on the bed where his head had been laying just a minute ago.
“Holy shit, Hajime. You actually broke the bed.”
——
“Issei, Issei, wake up,” Takahiro says, shaking his boyfriend awake. It was 6 am but this absolutely could not wait.
“Hiro, what’s going on? What time is it?” Issei grunts, opening one eye to glare at his boyfriend.
Takahiro just holds out the phone to show Issei the latest picture the newlyweds had sent him.
Issei looks at the picture of Hajime holding up the piece of headboard and showing off the broken handcuffs.
He chuckles softly, “How long before they realize that we gave them the wrong handcuff key?”
Makki looks at his watch, “I say we turn off our phones for the next 12 hours.”
“Sounds good. I’m glad we changed rooms last night too,” Issei mutters, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and falling back asleep immediately.