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Shouto stumbled, breath forced out of his lungs as his back hit the door. Not once did Hanta’s lips leave his since they got out of the car. Hands tugged at clothing, fingers threaded through hair. It wasn’t a new experience, nor was the passion unfamiliar. However, Shouto got the feeling this was leading to something more intense.
“I can hear you thinking,” Hanta chuckled. His breath tickled Shouto’s already tingling skin.
“I’m okay.”
The jingle of keys being pulled from his boyfriend’s pocket echoed loudly. The courtyard between the multiple apartment buildings was void of any other life, save for the occasional hoot from an owl.
Once inside, the keys were tossed on the entry table. Shoes were kicked off and hands resumed their roaming. Hanta was good at this. He taught Shouto how to kiss, how to cuddle, how to be an attentive partner. And yet, everything felt too overwhelming when they leapt deeper into their relationship.
“W-Wait,” Shouto rasped, shivering when Hanta’s teeth scraped against his pulse.
A kiss was placed there, gentle and sweet. “We can go slow.”
Onyx met mismatched blue and gray. Seeing Hanta’s eyes grounded Shouto. Their foreheads pressed together and they breathed in tandem. Hands slipped under Shouto’s shirt, fingertips teasing his abs and making his stomach clench.
“Tickles,” he sighed.
Hanta smiled and gave his hip a light squeeze. “Bedroom?”
“Okay.”
Their hands clasped, fingers intertwining as Hanta led them across the apartment. The back of Shouto’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he gasped as he lost his balance. Hanta crawled up next to him, capturing his lips in a searing kiss.
One hand dipped lower, palming over the erection straining Shouto’s pants. He moaned into his boyfriend’s touch. The sound only egged on Hanta more. Their clothes were discarded, leaving them bare. A shudder ran through Shouto as the cooler air in the bedroom teased his heated skin.
“I can warm you up, Princess,” Hanta purred, running a hand from shoulder to thigh before wrapping his fingers around Shouto’s length.
“Ah, feels good.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Hanta trailed kisses along Shouto’s skin, from shoulder to neck to cheek to lips.
Every meeting of lips to tingling flesh sent a thrill through Shouto. They’d been working up to more since they began dating six months ago. Hanta was patient with him, always. Teasing finger touches led to hand holding in public and when he became more comfortable, they shared short, tender kisses in front of their friends.
This wasn’t the first time they had laid together, but they’d never taken anything further than making out and grinding against each other’s thighs. Shouto had always been too nervous to suggest anything more and Hanta never pressured him.
Heat pooled in Shouto’s gut, balls drawing in tight as his heart slammed against his ribcage. He reached out to grip his boyfriend’s wrist and dark eyes snapped to him in confusion.
“I want,” Shouto swallowed hard and took a deep breath. “I want more.”
“More?” Hanta questioned. “Explain, Princess.”
“I want to feel you…inside.”
A grin creeped onto his boyfriend’s face. “Yeah? You think you’re ready for that?”
Shouto averted his gaze. He felt overwhelmed but at the same time excited. This had been something he’d been pondering for a few weeks. Ever since the last time they engaged in these kinds of activities and Hanta had fucked his thighs. Shouto loved that, but even more he loved the sounds Hanta made and the pretty words of praise that tumbled from his lips.
“I want to try.”
“Okay!” Hanta grinned and leaned down to capture Shouto’s lips. “I promise to be gentle. And we’ll go slow. But you still gotta tell me if you don’t like it or if I’m hurting you. We’ll stop immediately, just say the word.”
“Yeah, okay.” Shouto took a shuddering breath and hooked his arms around Hanta’s shoulders. “Love you.”
His boyfriend’s face softened. With a smile, he rubbed their noses together. “Love you, too.”
A quick peck on the lips and then Hanta was crawling to the other side of the bed to retrieve a bottle of lube.
“Do you want to open yourself up or-”
“I don’t know how,” Shouto cut him off, cheeks burning. Yet again, he felt so inexperienced. Always, constantly behind his peers.
“Angel, don’t be embarrassed,” Hanta cooed, trailing kisses down his chest, over the swell of his hip, against the soft skin of his inner thigh. “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Hanta’s gentle fingers pinched Shouto’s cheeks and forced their gazes to meet. They kissed softly, lips slowly gaining a comfortable rhythm. Shouto heard the cap of the lube bottle click. He let his legs fall open at his boyfriend’s urging and gasped when wet fingers circled his rim. The muscles contracted at the strange feeling.
“Easy, Princess,” Hanta whispered, trailing kisses down Shouto’s neck. It left a trail of sparks along his skin and with a deep sigh, he relaxed against his boyfriend’s gentle prodding. “That’s it. We’ll take it slow.”
“It feels…it’s not bad, just unfamiliar.”
“Right, so before I take things further, I’ll make sure you get used to this.” Hanta’s fingers continued to circle, thumb massaging Shouto’s perineum in a way that made the heat in his belly simmer deliciously.
When the first digit pushed past the tight ring of muscle, Shouto tensed up with a hiss. Soft whispers reminded him to relax. Lips continued to press against his skin lazily, reminding him that Hanta wouldn’t do anything too quickly.
They worked up to a comfortable pace, slow and languid to loosen the tension. Hanta curled his finger and a spark of sudden pleasure made Shouto’s cock twitch hard. He sucked in a breath, unsure if that was how this was supposed to feel. It happened again a few moments later and he whined at the overwhelming sensation of his boyfriend petting his insides. A second finger entered, stretching Shouto’s hole and he gripped his boyfriend’s shoulders tight, breath hitching.
“You’re doing so well, Princess. So good for me.”
“W-Wait,” Shouto gasped, eyes squeezing shut. “Slow, please.”
Hanta’s fingers stilled. His free hand carded through red and white silken strands. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Shouto leaned into his lover’s touch. A kiss to the tip of his nose made his face scrunch and he heard Hanta’s distinct breathy chuckle follow.
“I’m okay,” Shouto told him, though he tensed when the fingers scissored his rim and squirmed inside. “Just new…a-and overwhelming.”
“Too much?”
“No, please don’t stop. I’m not sure if I like it, but I know I like doing these things with you.”
Hanta’s chest puffed with pride and a loopy grin stretched his lips. “I like doing these things with you, too, Sho. All of it. Even when you make cold soba after midnight because you can’t sleep.”
“You d-don’t have to join me,” Shouto tripped over his words when those long fingers found that pleasurable spot again. A long whine scratched his throat when Hanta prodded at it over and over.
“Like that?”
“I-oh God,” Shouto gasped, eyes squeezing shut and abs tightening as heat flooded every nerve in his body. He shuddered as his cock twitched hard against his stomach, precome smearing against his skin.
“Think you can take another?” Hanta asked, pulling his fingers out to swirl around his stretched hole.
“Maybe?”
“If it’s too much, we can stop. Just don’t want to hurt you if we take things further.”
“When.” Shouto corrected.
Hanta chuckled and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Their tongues met and Shouto’s startled groan was swallowed down when three fingers breached his entrance. The burn that came with being so full wasn’t necessarily painful, just strange and something to get used to.
“So perfect, Sho. Can feel you sucking my fingers deeper. So soft and hot. Bet you’re going to feel incredible milking my cock.”
A moan rattled in Shouto’s chest, head falling back as those long fingers thrusted in and out of his stretched hole. Every so often, that little spot got bumped, sending sparks shooting up his spine. His legs opened wider, one hand gripping the sheets, while the other tangled in coarse raven locks.
“Han, Hanta, I want– I want you. I’m ready,” he gasped, head floaty and cock desperate for release.
“Yeah, yeah,” his boyfriend panted. “Oh baby, I’m going to make you see stars.”
Hanta planted a flurry of kisses over his face and shoulders before ripping open a condom and rolling it on. The lube cap clicked, a generous amount squeezed over his long cock that was definitely thicker than three fingers.
Shouto let out a slow breath, swallowing tightly when more lube was rubbed over his rim.
“Hey, look at me,” his boyfriend whispered.
Blue and gray eyes fluttered open to see Hanta hovering over him, a soft smile curving his lips. Shouto reached up to lock his arms behind his boyfriend’s neck. His fingers played with the short strands that didn’t make it unto the tie holding his raven hair back.
The head of Hanta’s cock prodded against his rim and he tensed, heart racing.
“Relax, Princess.”
Shouto bit his lip hard when the head pushed in, stretching him more than his boyfriend’s fingers ever did. Hanta went slow even as his face went slack with pleasure.
“Fuck, Angel. You feel so good . Better than I even imagined.”
“Ah, s-slow.”
“I am.”
“It hurts.” Shouto clawed at his boyfriend’s shoulders, tears burning at the corners of his eyes.
“You just need to adjust, Sweetheart,” Hanta assured him.
But he was sure there was no way all of his length would fit. Shouto was already so impossibly full. He choked on a sob when their hips finally met. It felt as if Hanta was reaching all the way inside to squeeze the air out of his lungs.
“You’re doing so good, Princess. Deep breaths, in…out.”
Hanta guided him through a few rounds of breathing exercises until his body relaxed. His head was still buzzing, skin covered in sweat at the new sensations.
“There you go.”
“It’s– I’m so full.” Shouto gasped, choking on a whine when his boyfriend shifted above him.
“Gonna go slow, okay?”
“W-Wait wait! I’m not ready!”
“We’re stopping,” Hanta’s voice became serious. “You’re obviously uncomfortable and I’m not gonna use you like some toy for my own pleasure.”
“No, please!” Shouto tightened his hold, pushing past the pain to wrap his legs around his boyfriend’s slim waist. “Just, wait a little longer. I’ll be okay. I want to do this. You’re the only one I want to do this with.”
His heart was beating so hard, he was sure Hanta could hear it. But Shouto refused to concede to failure. He’d wanted this for so long now. To hell with the pain! Being close to the one he loved…this was just a new hurdle, and Hanta always held his hand through each new obstacle they encountered.
“Sho, Angel. Don’t do this for me. I want you to enjoy it, too.”
“I’m okay now,” he blinked up at his boyfriend. When Hanta stared at him, face betraying the conflicting feelings rolling around his mind, Shouto suggested a new approach. “Kiss me?”
Carefully, the lanky man repositioned on his forearms and allowed their lips to meet in a brief kiss. Hanta went in again, longer this time. It was only when Shouto melted into the sensation, sighing as their tongue met, that he pulled out slowly before sliding back in.
The languid pace eased them into the new closeness they had both hoped to achieve. Soon, Shouto was rolling his hips to meet each thrust, body finally adjusted to stretch.
Hanta pulled back to settle on his knees. His large hands wrapped around Shouto’s calves, throwing his legs over his shoulders and increasing the pace. It punished their air out of both their lungs, pleasure licking at them like waves against the shore.
The new angle had Hanta’s cock brushing against Shout’s prostate, lighting up sparks desperate to catch fire. Each time he clenched, trying to keep his boyfriend’s cock inside.
“Ah, Han!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight. N-Not gonna last,” Hanta panted, fingers digging into Shouto’s legs. “Touch yourself. Come with me, Princess.”
Shouto moaned on the first stroke of his length. His eyes fluttered shut as he matched the pace of his hand to Hanta’s thrusts. Heat built in his gut, balls drawing in tight. He choked on a pleasured cry when the position was adjusted again, allowing his boyfriend’s cock to hammer against his prostate.
“Ah, ah, I’m–Han! I’m c-close.”
“Yes, hah, Angel, come for me. Want to see that pretty face twist in ecstasy. You like the way I fuck you?” Hanta’s thrusts were becoming uneven. His eyes were glassy, lips parted as he panted and moaned.
“I do! I love it. Love your cock. Please! I want to–I want to come!” Shouto screamed, eyes whiting out as he tipped over the edge. He painted his own chest as his dick twitched against his palm.
Hanta fucked him through it, dropping his weight toward the bed and letting Shouto’s legs fall around his hips. He crashed their lips together, nipping and licking like a starving man until his entire body went taut. Hanta shuddered and growled as he reached his peak.
They collapsed in a heap of sticky limbs and heaving chests. Shouto ran his fingers over the notches of his boyfriend’s spine as Hanta nuzzled into his hair, kissing his temple.
“Are you okay, Princess?”
“Very,” Shouto hummed. “That was…I liked it.”
Hanta chuckled, groaning as he pulled out carefully and flopped on the bed next to his boyfriend. “Guess I gotta try harder next time.”
“Harder? I don’t think I’m ready for that.”
“Not like that, Angel. Just meant, I wanted to blow your mind the first time.”
Shouto blinked up at the ceiling, a smile slowly stretching his lips. He let out a snort of amusement. “You’re really good at this. I definitely want to do it again and I feel kind of mad at myself for not bringing it up sooner.”
Hanta found his hand and threaded their fingers together. “You weren’t ready then.” He raised their linked hands to his lips and kissed Shouto’s knuckles. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’ve been thinking about that tight ass since the first time I laid eyes on it.”
Shouto squeezed their fingers. The post-orgasm sleepy haze made his eyelids heavy. He hummed in contentment even as lube and his own spend was drying uncomfortably on his skin.
“I’m gonna grab something to clean us up,” Hanta announced, sitting up with a groan.
“Might fall asleep.” Shouto mumbled his reply.
“Go ahead, Princess. I’ll take care of you.”