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Broad frame casting shadow over his body. Shoulder blades marked with his fingernails. Muscular chest heaving with every breath. A single droplet of sweat he fixates on, running down the other’s temple and cheek, then sticking to the jaw and quivering as the man thrusts, thrusts and thrusts, eventually forcing it to yield and join its predecessors on the wet stain on the pillow. It doesn’t matter; his own drool sentenced the pillowcase to a laundry an hour ago.
“You good, Hiromi?”
He rolls his eyes. How many times more will he hear this question tonight? The answer isn’t going to change.
“Harder.”
“Listen, it’s flattering, but if you really think I can do more than this–”
“Harder.”
A groan. He loves this sound. Whenever he hears it, he gets exactly what he wants right after. It’s no different now – Kusakabe picks up his pace and forces the loudest moan so far out of him. Good boy. He bites his lip and tugs on the hazelnut hair as a little reward, dragging another noise out of his lover, way rougher and thicker. Even if one of them still tries to play coy, they’re both just as depraved. He only has to shove his hand down Kusakabe’s throat to help him realise there’s no muzzle between them.
Luckily, Atsuya swallows just fine.
“Yes, just like that. You’re filling me so good, baby. Keep going.”
“I’m not sure what I hate more: the cheap porn lines you test on me in the flattest damn voice you can muster, or the fact it turns me on.”
“So they do work.”
“Shaddap.”
“You’re so naughty, daddy.”
“Stop!”
He laughs, and it melts Kusakabe instantly. Their kiss is slow and tender, much like how they make love when they’re too tired or lazy for anything crazy.
Tonight, however, slow and tender isn’t enough to quench their thirst.
He doesn’t know if matching one’s partner’s stamina in bed is included in Reverse Cursed Technique’s manual, but no one gave him one in the first place. He wouldn’t mind Kusakabe breaking his back – as a part of his jujutsu training, of course – but judging by the shriek the swordsman reacted with, the idea was rejected. Perhaps when he graduates with top grades.
The line between “not enough” and “too much” is blurry, so blurry he can’t feel any pain or fatigue. He’s certain he’ll pass out as soon as they stop, but it’s just another reason he doesn’t want it to end. Kusakabe’s cock hits his sweet spot again and again, making him see stars. Can’t they stay like this forever?
He pulls Atsuya closer, their chests pressed together, heartbeat against heartbeat. They’re synced. He sighs softly. It’s a pleasant fantasy, but neither of them would abandon their duty. They can have as many “five more minutes” in the morning as they wish; they won’t elope and leave behind the people depending on them. Kusakabe is cursed with unconditional kindness, and Higuruma… At the very least, he has to pay off his debt.
“You’re thinkin’ too loud.”
“Mm.”
He nuzzles Kusakabe’s neck, taking in the scent he so adores. Their shared aftershave, the natural body odour and the ever-present, lingering sweet aroma he could recognise him by. He smiles.
“You should fuck my brains out then.”
“Oi…”
He chuckles and kisses him again, arms tighter enveloping his neck.
He won’t have trouble falling asleep this time.