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Narumi Gen took a trembling breath as he looked beneath him. A surge of emotions overwhelmed him again as his eyes fell on his love.
Soushirou looks utterly ethereal lying beneath him, almost too divine to be real.
All soft skin and pleading eyes, he lifts his gaze to Narumi, and their eyes lock in a silent, unspoken understanding. Neither uttered a word, but they both know exactly what the other is feeling, an intimacy that words could never fully express. They always seem to share this deep, unbreakable connection even before they got together.
Hoshina offers him a gentle smile that lingers tenderly, his eyes forming into gentle crescents again. He appears so at ease, so trusting, so unreal that it leaves Narumi breathless and overwhelmed, questioning how he ever ended up with someone as beautiful as Soushirou.
Narumi was never one to believe those cliché tales of soulmates and destiny-written meetings, dismissing any notion of stars aligning or that kind of sentimental bullshit nonsense.
But that was before he met Soushirou.
Meeting Hoshina Soushirou was a profound turning point in Narumi’s life, so unforgettable and surreal that sometimes it feels almost unbelievable to think there was ever a time when they didn’t know each other. Yes, he was left hanging at first, but everything just fell into place once he pursued the other with an earnest desire.
Strict but caring, tirelessly dedicated, and endlessly amused Soushirou. His Soushirou. For Soushirou, he was more than ready to believe in any fairy-tale, any happily-ever-after written in those stories, all mapped out in the stars. His hope, his faith, his whole heart, all blown wide open for the love he really cherished.
This is why Narumi deeply appreciates the many different facets of Hoshina Soushirou.
And how he can genuinely, and proudly say he knows and loves every single one of them.
Vice-captain Hoshina is all sharpness and fierce determination. His practiced moves and work command respect, both feared and admired on the field. Even during joint practices, it’s always an exhilarating experience to share drills and spar with Soushirou.
Yet, Narumi must always be cautious not to let his feelings overflow when faced with this intense side of him. He can’t afford to show too much emotion and interest aside from their usual banters and heated exchanges, not with so many eyes watching, waiting to see what lies beneath their formidable exterior.
At first, one might wonder why a simple, bashful boy like Hoshina would choose the soldier’s path. Many refused to see his true strength, dismissing it as an old, outdated way. Effective, yes, but still from a bygone era. And yet, when you witness him effortlessly exterminate a kaiju with minimal effort, everything suddenly becomes clear. This is it—he himself thought while observing one of the recorded subjugations of the swordsman soldier—Soushirou belongs to the battlefield.
And as the years pass, Hoshina’s power only grows. He becomes more confident, fiercer, his combat and close-range skills soaring beyond what anyone expected. Narumi watches with awe and fear, not worried about his rank, but haunted by the thought that one day he might lose control, that his overwhelming feelings for him could betray him, reveal themselves to the world.
It’s obvious: Narumi is more enamored with Hoshina than what a superior should feel for a subordinate.
One day, hopefully.
He is acutely aware of how deeply Vice-captain Hoshina is loved, admired, and yearned for by everyone in his division and even beyond, reaching across other divisions (even his own), and into the hearts of many people. And Narumi feels an odd, burning pride swelling within him, knowing that this same man, so desired by so many, is somehow entirely his, all body, heart and soul.
“Oh Captain Narumi… Ah, no, Gen, listen to me, ya don't need to worry,” Soushirou breathes on his lips, hands on his cheeks, pulling him closer and closer until their breaths meet. “...yes, the whole Defense Force may not know. They only know that I am third division’s Vice-captain Hoshina, and ya are first division Captain and Japan’s strongest Anti-Kaiju combatant, but between us two,” Hoshina then closes the gap between them, kissing Narumi with so much adoration and softness, of a silent plea for the other to listen to only him;
“'Am all yers, and ya are all mine.”
Off-duty Soushirou is far gentler than Vice-captain Hoshina. He’s more relaxed, more easily amused, and carries a warmth that softens the atmosphere around him. His clothes are stylish and cozy, perfectly suited for when he's off duty, though he still clings to the habit of wearing his combat suit underneath. Always prepared to fight at a moment’s notice, he embodies a relentless dedication. Such a workaholic, it’s almost ingrained in his very being. Narumi knows there’s nothing he can do to change that deep-rooted trait.
In a way, this is Soushirou’s silent way of reaffirming himself, that he will always be there if needed. Whether called upon or not, he stands ready to lend a helping hand, driven by an unwavering sense of duty. Narumi knows this insecurity of Soushirou’s is almost unnecessary, for he has already proven himself again and again. The others respect him, admire him, and know in their hearts that he truly belongs here—within the defense force, in the third division, as a Vice-captain. Narumi Gen’s.
Off-duty Soushirou wouldn’t say it out loud, but he misses his family sometimes. In times like that, he would want to try out a café near his family residence, not necessarily close to it, but within the zone. Narumi has an uncanny gift for reading Soushirou’s quiet cues, understanding him even when he struggles to voice those lingering feelings about his family. (Narumi would still want to grill Souichirou and give him to the Kaijus for this no matter what though.) But Narumi knew better than to bring it up to Soushirou, he simply let Soushirou lead him there, get their fill of good, warm coffees and pastries, linger a bit, and go. No questions asked.
At the end of the day, Narumi would cook their dinner, play video games with him (deliberately throwing the game and losing of course, shut up ), then lounge together as Soushirou reads peacefully. Never missing an opportunity for affection, Narumi would end the night by cuddling Soushirou close, softly kissing and pecking him, and gently playing with the other’s silky hair, all to remind him he’s never alone.
“Thank you, Gen.” Soushirou would mumble while pulling Narumi closer. Intimate and unreserved. Any space between them is unnecessary. “You know ya didn’t have to, right?” But Narumi just groaned on his chest before craning his head upwards until they’re both staring at each other’s eyes. “Yeah, yeah, but I want to, ‘Shiro—” then the last bits of words were mumbled out that Hoshina laughs and tells the other to repeat it, and with an undeniable red flush on his cheeks, Narumi repeated, “I said I want to! Because no matter what you do, no matter where you go, I just want to be beside you as much as possible, okay! Ugh.” Hoshina was left speechless before tackling Narumi and blowing his mind that night.
Ah, but the Soushirou lying beneath him right now? This is Narumi's absolute favorite. This is a side of Soushirou that only he gets to see and feel, and Narumi is forever thankful and amazed by the depth of Soushirou's trust in him.
His everything—body, heart and soul. All his. All in.
Narumi gazes at Soushirou’s body with a mixture of awe and tenderness. He’s lying on his back wearing nothing but his white dress shirt. Hair sprawled around his head like a luminous halo, his ruby-like eyes are softly shut, lips all swollen and bitten.
They had been lost in each other for what felt like forever, neither really keeping track of time, too lost on each other to care. Hoshina’s arousal is unmistakably evident, a growing heat and a subtle sheen of precum glistening on his beautifully well defined abs, partially still hidden beneath the flaps and hems of his unbuttoned shirt, he still saw that little patch of wetness nonetheless. Narumi feels a surge of pride swell within him, all blessed and still captivated by the sight of this stunning man, completely his in this vulnerable, intimate moment.
Hoshina’s gentle voice gently calls Narumi back to the present, drawing him closer with a quiet urgency. He leans in, his fingers softly entwining with Soushirou’s own fingers, rough from dedication, practice, and work, yet still tender and warm, and Narumi finds he doesn't mind in the slightest. His gaze meets Soushirou’s, and in that moment, the pretty man looks at him as if Narumi is his entire universe, something precious and irreplaceable.
"Gen… Please…"
Narumi softly hums back, a subtle sign that he's listening, inching even closer. “Gen… Hah… Please, just touch me.” Hoshina’s voice shakes with a quiet plea, and Narumi can't help but think how incredibly mesmerizing Hoshina looks in this moment, so open, so willing to give Narumi everything he desires.
“Oh Soushirou, how could I possibly say no when you're asking so eagerly?” Narumi leans in, capturing Hoshina in a deep, passionate kiss once more. Tongues entwine slowly, heated and eager, as he tugs at Hoshina’s hair with an intensity, knowing just how much he loves it when Narumi gets a little rougher with him. Soushirou’s breathy whines sound so tender, so exposed, and Narumi craves to hear more of them, to feel them echo within him.
The kiss becomes messy, wild with too much tongue and wetness, just the way Narumi loves it.
And Soushirou?
He delights in pleasing Narumi. Letting the Captain take everything he desires from him, letting himself be completely consumed by passion and everything that Narumi Gen is.
And so Narumi begins his descent, leaving gentle, teasing kisses and playful bites along Soushirou’s face and body. He unbuttons more of the white dress shirt, craving better access to the beautiful flesh beneath, yet keeps it on; knowing how much Soushirou loves it this way, keeping a little piece of himself close, and how it adds more to the raw intimacy of their connection.
Hoshina lets out a soft, breathless whine, his body trembling with an unspoken longing of more heat. He knows better than to try and rush his boyfriend, understands who truly holds the reins at the moment. Yet, he can’t help but make these tender, tiny noises, desperate to send a silent plea, hoping the stubborn man above him will be pushed to continue more, to dive just a little deeper until he reaches that one special spot where Soushirou most needs him to touch.
Narumi takes his sweet, sweet time exploring his boyfriend’s beautifully sculpted body, savoring every inch, especially lingering on his nipples, knowing how much the other craves that touch and just how sensitive they are.
In truth, Soushirou is tender all over, and he tends to become quite vocal when they are intimate like this. Narumi hadn’t quite expected the calm, reserved Hoshina fukutaichou to grow so loud, so open and so uninhibited. But honestly, it’s never been anything but a revelation, an intoxicating, beautiful surprise.
Narumi loves to hear how deeply he affects the other, to see how he can ignite such a fierce, almost uncontrollable desire within the other. He drinks in every single sound Soushirou makes, letting himself become utterly intoxicated—drunk on Soushirou’s pleasure, on the way he reacts, on the undeniable connection that fuels their passion.
When Narumi reaches Soushirou’s pretty flushed length, he carefully glides his finger into the small bead of precum on Soushirou’s belly, tasting him with a gentle hunger while meeting his eyes with a quiet intensity. Soushirou, feeling too much from the other’s ministrations, closes his eyes, lets out a breathy sigh, and softly pleads, “Gen, c’mon… please…” his voice muffled and trembling beneath the arm of his dress shirt.
Always one to tease, Narumi lingers just beyond Soushirou’s cock, leaving him yearning a little longer, caught in the heated moment.
He gradually brought his face closer to the older’s thigh and legs, and started planting tender, delicate kisses before sinking his teeth into the soft, plush milky skin. This time, Hoshina responds with a trembling moan, arching his back and spreading his legs even wider, caught in the heat of desire.
“Gen…” Soushirou sounds so breathless.
“Hm, 'Shiro?” Narumi replies gently, his eyes filled with such tenderness, eagerly awaiting his lover’s next words.
“Mark me, please. Want yer mark… I Want ya.” Soushirou whispers, his voice thick with desire. A slow smirk spreads across Narumi’s face. With more fervor, he begins kissing, suckling, and biting more into Soushirou’s tender skin, leaving more tender bruises that would bloom into deep marks.
Learning that Narumi was as fervently passionate in marking as Soushirou was in being marked, is an exhilarating discovery they both reveled in together.
Narumi's gaze drifts lower, desperation driving him deeper, eager to reach the soft, irresistible curves of Soushirou’s thighs. They are the terrain he longs to conquer, the part of him that calls out to be kissed, bitten, all marked and engraved with his possession. The way Soushirou reacts, his body trembling, soft whines escaping, every involuntary movement—fucking intoxicates Narumi, fueling his obsession to leave pieces of himself behind.
Narumi continues on painting Soushirou’s inner thighs like this for minutes until he is satisfied, claiming the other completely. Ah, truly one of Narumi’s favorite things to do.
Soushirou's body responds with unrestrained vulnerability, his breaths ragged and needy, eyes squeezed shut in blissful surrender. His whines and shallow breaths tell the other of his vulnerability, of trust placed entirely in Narumi’s hands. And Narumi, wild with desire, leaves as many marks as he desires on those tender supple skin, hidden from the world, a secret language only they understand, a trail of their utmost desires.
Narumi pauses, breath heaving, to gaze upon his own handiwork. And what he sees sends a surge of pride through him, Soushirou utterly wrecked, a beautiful chaos of lust and surrender. More precum glistening on his stomach than before, eyes half-lidded with overwhelming pleasure, sweat glistening on his face, tousled bowl-cut hair clinging to his damp forehead skin. His breathing is ragged, a living testament to the storm of sensation Narumi just left on him.
Narumi feels a surge of tenderness for his beautiful boyfriend and decides to give him a taste of what he truly desires. He takes Soushirou’s hard, eager cock gently in his hand, listening to his loud gasp and feeling every muscle in his body tense with longing.
“Relax Soushiro, I’m just getting started with you,” Narumi whispers softly, his eyes filled with affection as he gazes at his eager lover.
“Narumi… Ah Gen… I want ya so badly,” Soushirou's voice trembles with desire. He knows he can get a little whiny when they’re like this; Narumi teases him about it sometimes, but he doesn’t mind. Despite the teasing, Soushirou knows beneath the words there’s no doubt or hesitation. He can’t help himself, though, overwhelmed by how incredible his boyfriend looks and how deeply he’s burning up inside.
Narumi then gently crawls over his lover’s body and playfully bites his neck, a soft laugh escaping Soushirou’s lips. Narumi knows better than to leave a mark on a spot that might be visible, so he quickly pulls away, savoring the intimate connection while being mindful of the delicate moment.
Narumi tugs his boyfriend’s dress shirt sideways again as he goes to give Soushirou’s abs some extra attention. He alternates between giving softer and harder bites, sucking on pale skin that soon enough starts to turn red. Soushirou lets out a soft whimper, admiring and savoring the work Narumi is doing on his body.
“I know love… I’ll make it good, I promise.”
“Of course you will,” Soushirou replies, his expression softening as he offers Narumi one of his signature gentle, knowing eye smiles.
So pretty.
Narumi continues to gently brush light strokes over Soushirou’s length, fully aware that it’s nowhere near enough to truly satisfy the older’s deep need to be touched.
“Soushirou, could you please hold one of your legs up for me?” Narumi asks softly. Soushirou gazes at him with a slight hint of confusion in his eyes, but trustingly, he hooks his right leg around Narumi’s arm anyway. Always so willing to trust his boyfriend, confident that Narumi would never do anything to hurt or make him uncomfortable.
Narumi sinks down further on the bed, inching closer to his boyfriend with a gentle hunger, eyes tracing every detail of him.
The older’s body is laid bare before him, no secrets left to hide. Soushirou quickly turns his gaze away, a flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks, yet he makes no move to leave or close his legs—his silent invitation.
“Hey 'Shiro, baby? ” Narumi pauses, his voice tender yet filled with longing, waiting patiently for a response.
“Y-yeah?”
“Can I eat you out?”
“Oh god, Gen.” Hoshina’s voice wavers, and Narumi doesn’t need to see his face to know how deeply crimson his blush is.
After a moment, a quiet but clear, “Yes… Please.” was uttered.
Narumi almost preened. His smirk deepens, full of affection and desire.
And that’s all the gentle encouragement the young captain needs before closing the small remaining distance between them again.
He begins with a tender, kittenish lick, testing the waters with tentative curiosity. They've spoken about this before, but never had the chance to truly explore it, so Narumi wishes to take it slow, giving Soushirou the time to feel and embrace this new sensation.
The moment Narumi’s tongue touches Hoshina’s rim, a jolt of electricity races through the other’s body. Hoshina arches his back instinctively, releasing a raw, passionate moan. Narumi is utterly captivated by it.
Moved by his stunning, breathtaking boyfriend’s unrestrained reaction, Narumi deepens his efforts, working him open with fervor, driven by desire and the thrill of their shared vulnerability. He licks and pushes his tongue as deep as he can on the hot cavern. It's so warm and wet, and Narumi is so intoxicated.
He still hasn’t stopped working Soushirou’s dick with those gentle, relentless strokes though, feeling how the other’s trembling intensifies as he simultaneously work on both ends. Hoshina’s hips softly thrust to meet Narumi’s hand, signaling how he's feeling and close he is. Narumi knows his lover all too well, if Soushirou keeps this pace a moment longer, he’s going to lose control and come.
He can't allow that.
Not today, when they finally have some rare time for themselves after so long.
With everything he’s got, he pulls Soushirou closer to the edge, desperate to hold him back just a little longer. Soushirou’s moans echo through the room, and when he stammers out a broken, desperate plea of “I’m gonna come soon Gen,” Narumi’s heart quickens with a mix of love, anticipation, and a fierce possessiveness to hold on just a little longer.
With a playful huff, Narumi stops touching the hard length altogether, a teasing smirk on his lips. Giving Soushirou's pretty dick a firm squeeze at the base to hold back his release, he watches him intently.
Soushirou lets out the most breathtaking sound Narumi has ever heard—so needy, so desperate, so utterly candid, and loud enough to echo in the silence. Giving a last lick on the puffy wet hole, Narumi then blew soft raspberries on it before parting back. Soushirou, on the other hand, let out another whine as his back arches off the bed, head thrown back in pure surrender.
Narumi would almost feel guilty for him, if he didn’t know just how much Soushirou relished being edged, craving the torment and release alike.
He gives him a moment to breathe, to gather himself, gently rubbing small circles on the hip as reassurance.
Hoshina's breathing is still ragged when he whispers, “Gen, kiss me.” Gently, he releases the other’s leg, and Narumi leans over to press a tender kiss to his lips, less rushed, less messy than before, filled with quiet intimacy and unspoken happiness.
Hoshina gently embraces his boyfriend, one arm warm around his shoulders, the other softly resting on his neck as his fingers play with Narumi’s recently trimmed two-toned hair.
Narumi can feel his own dick stirring, his neglected arousal throbbing intensely between their bodies. Hoshina must have sensed it too, because he gently breaks their kiss with a warm, airy laugh, softly pushing Narumi away just enough to meet his eyes with a tender, knowing gaze.
“Gen, c'mon, I wanna make ya feel good too,” Soushirou whispers, his ruby eyes overflowing with so much love that Narumi feels himself melt entirely. For the first time today, a gentle blush colours the younger’s cheeks, betraying the depth of his emotions.
“But making you feel good makes me feel good, ‘Shiro” Narumi replies softly, his voice trembling with sincerity and affection.
“I know that love,” Soushirou chuckles gently, a tender smile on his face. “But let me take care of ya too.” And without any hesitation, he shifts their positions, gently guiding Narumi to sit with his back against the bed’s headboard, Soushirou lowering himself between his legs.
“Let me suck ya, and then you can lose yourself in me later, yeah?” Narumi chuckles at that softly, the intimacy between them deepening, he knew he couldn’t win with the other being persistent and sweet like this. “Fine, fine, you win.”
Soushirou grinned and gave him one quick kiss before heading down between his legs. He helps Narumi take off his boxers and quickly starts to stroke him with his hand. Just as he's about to give the head a quick lick, Narumi gently lifts his face by the chin.
“Don’t touch yourself, okay?” Narumi looks him straight in the eyes when he says it, and Soushirou feels himself blush again and just nods.
“Good boy.”
Hoshina quietly returns to what he was doing, gently taking Narumi into his hand and teasing the tip with his lips. Narumi's deep, husky moan escapes him, far lower and more visceral than Hoshina’s.
Though Narumi isn’t as loud or expressive during sex as Hoshina, he still releases his own sincere, longing moans. His voice huskier and more trembling than ever, beautiful eyes closed and breath ragged.
Watching how much he stirs Narumi, how deeply he affects him, makes Hoshina feel an overwhelming sense of power. He revels in the sight of his lover feeling so good, so utterly present in the moment.
He loves to see Narumi like this, feeling good because of him.
Loves knowing it’s all because of his warmth and touch, all his love.
So Hoshina sinks even lower, his head bobbing as he eagerly takes as much of Narumi’s length into his mouth as he can. A deep love stirs within him—giving head is more than just an act; it’s a way to hold control over someone’s pleasure, to feel the power and intimacy intertwine. But what truly drives him is when Narumi takes the lead, when he’s the one to command, to use him however he desires, igniting a fiery blend of assurance and craving within him.
Narumi seems to sense what’s on Soushirou’s mind, his grip tightening around Hoshina’s hair as he begins to fuck his mouth at a slow, deliberate pace. Hoshina hums softly, the vibrations sending exhilarating tingles down Narumi’s spine, sending tingles of sensation through him.
With his eyes closed, Hoshina lets himself be filled with the sight of his beloved, the pure, captivating image of Narumi. With a gentle touch, Narumi caresses Soushirou's cheeks and jaw, lingering there before driving himself deeper into the eager, trembling mouth, his urge intensifying.
Narumi notices Soushirou’s fidgeting hands, fighting the urge to touch himself, and he gently strokes the other’s temple with affection, a silent reassurance.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers with tenderness, “you’re so good for me,” feeling Soushirou’s entire being melt beneath his touch, his heat, and Narumi feels so good.
When Narumi senses himself teetering on the edge of climax, he slows his movements, bringing himself to a gentle stop. Soushirou recognizes this as his signal to step back, to create space between them. Both knew they wanted each other to come together.
“I love you so much, you know that, right?” Hoshina’s voice practically trembles with so much emotion as he eagerly climbs onto Narumi’s lap, kisses his neck, his jaw, his cheeks, the other's beautiful eyes, peppering the handsome man with light feathery kisses all over his pretty face before pressing a slow, languid wet kiss upon him.
But Soushirou doesn’t just kiss. He eats.
He laps at Narumi’s lips, tasting and savoring, until Narumi gasps for air. Seizing the moment, Soushirou pushes his tongue inside, tangling with Narumi's in a passionate dance. Their mouths meld together—so warm, so consuming—that Hoshina feels like a parched man finally drinking in the sweetest, most vital water after a long, desperate drought. Narumi’s mouth is irresistible, intoxicating, addicting beyond words.
For a moment, Narumi lets his love take control, surrendering to the sensation. But as he feels Hoshina trembling on his lips, he takes a steadying breath, then licks Hoshina’s lips once more. He kisses him fiercely, deeply before flipping them over.
It’s time.
When they drift apart to catch a breath, Narumi hurriedly searches for the lube they left under their pillows earlier, his hands trembling just a little with eager anticipation.
Soushirou gently slips off the dress shirt now, then sinks back onto his back, instinctively tucking an arm under one of his legs to invite more access, his gaze ablaze and expectant. Narumi carefully gathers some of the lube on his hand, fingers rubbing together to warm it, his touch trembling with both nerves and desire.
Soushirou watches with quiet anticipation as his boyfriend’s hand moves lower, a slight tension in his body betraying his excitement. Narumi leans down and softly presses a gentle kiss to Soushirou’s inner thigh, a tender gesture filled with longing and affection.
“Hey, take a deep breath, 'Shiro” Narumi says softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. Hearing those words, Hoshina’s entire body loosens up, a gentle ease washing over him. Seeing this, Narumi takes it as his cue to begin, to slowly and tenderly insert his first finger.
He’s seated between Hoshina’s open legs, his gaze burning with concentration, fixated on his boyfriend’s every subtle expression, every flicker of emotion as he gently prepares him for what’s to come.
And the moment their skin makes contact, Hoshina’s whole being seems to light up. His eyes flutter shut instinctively, awestruck by the sensation of being filled, a bliss so pure it’s almost overwhelming. His bottom lip chewed between his teeth, a silent testament to the overwhelming feelings coursing through him.
"Narumi… Ah, Gen… please, you don't have to hold back… Oh… Or take it Slow," Soushirou exhales softly, taking a deep breath as he runs his free hand through his tousled hair, trying to steady himself. The younger one's fingers glide in again, beginning to scissor, igniting a mixture of anticipation and longing within him. "I—I… want to feel you inside me… I can't… wait any longer," he whispers, his voice trembling with desire.
Narumi hums in response, a gentle sound that fuels Hoshina’s yearning.
It doesn't take long before Narumi adds a third finger, and Hoshina’s breath hitches, a wave of heightened sensation crashing over him. He knows his body so well, understands there's no pain, only the dangerous thrill of vulnerability and desire to feel more. Still, the captain speaks softly, with care. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
Narumi waits for the answer, and it comes in a quiet, almost fragile nod, and then Hoshina shooks his head, then his mouth slightly parted, his head tilted to the side, revealing that stunning, vulnerable neck generously exposed.
Narumi dreams of how incredible it would look if he could leave his marks there too. He leans in eagerly, licking a long, slow stripe from the base of Soushirou’s shoulder all the way to the underside of his ear, then tenderly showers his neck with delicate, fleeting butterfly kisses.
“Gen… please… I need more, need ya...” Hoshina whispers, wanting to shift the pace, fueling an ache that can’t be ignored inside of him. Hoshina can’t help himself, his hips grind instinctively against Narumi’s fingers, moving on their own, back arched in surrender. When Soushirou lets out a desperate, loud moan, Narumi knows he’s found that sweet, hidden spot.
“Hnng… Gen… Gen please, that’s enough,” Soushirou gasps, panting harshly. “I wanna come with ya inside me, just fuck me already... Please.”
"Where are the condoms, Soushiro?"
"Don’t need them. I want to feel all of ya. Every inch. Everything of ya."
Oh.
Fuck.
That’s all Narumi’s brilliant, and burning mind can come up with in this heated moment.
He would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little on edge himself too, his heart pounding with anticipation. Without any more hesitation, he lifts his fingers and coats his dick with more lube, a flicker of nervous excitement running through him. With his head thrown back and a low, achingly relief-filled groan escaping his lips, he feels the moment’s intensity wash over him.
He gently aligns himself with his boyfriend’s entrance, pushing in with deliberate care, feeling every beat of their shared breath, every flicker of emotion in their eyes. They lock gaze at each other, searching and responding to the other’s unspoken emotions.
Narumi leans down, gently pressing their foreheads together, and for a fleeting moment, pushes the tip. Hoshina hisses but then exhales deeply, instinctively trying to move his hips, silently urging the other to carry on. Narumi responds with unwavering tenderness, and together they moan in unison as Narumi finally bottoms out, a wave of trust, longing, and their unspoken promises washed over them. Their very own, sacred connection.
He gives Soushirou a moment to adjust, pressing gentle, sweet kisses wherever his lips can reach—his nose, cheeks, shoulders. Soushirou’s eyes are shut closed, savoring the feeling of being truly cared for, treasured in this space only the two of them belong.
Narumi gradually shifts, his entire being responding to Hoshina’s delicate and seductive invitation as he presses his hips against the other to start. And when he does, he sets a rapid, relentless rhythm, earning a breathless, muffled moan from Hoshina that stirs something deep within him.
His boyfriend looks so damn utterly irresistible like this, face flushed, breath ragged, hair tousled and wild.
Hoshina’s trembling cock arches over their stomachs, slick with precum, aching to be touched, to be claimed.
Narumi takes him in his hand carefully again, maintaining the rhythm they've found together, bodies moving in perfect harmony, locked in a smooth sensual dance.
He’s captivated by how Soushirou unravels beneath him, how openly and passionately he expresses his pleasure. How breathtakingly sexy he looks—breathless, with eyes full of longing, surrendered completely to him.
Every single inch of his body, heart and soul laid bare, utterly exposed, solely for Narumi and Narumi alone.
When they move together like this, gazes locked and bodies perfectly in sync, it’s as if the entire world has vanished—the Kaijus, their duties, the burden of the world to save. At this moment, it’s only them. Just the two of them. No one to break this sacred space where they can finally cast aside every worry, every restraint, and let their hearts pour out in raw, unbridled passion.
Narumi gently intertwined his fingers with Hoshina’s, guiding their connection deeper. He slows his rhythm, taking his time to press and fuck Hoshina with both tenderness and intense desire, never losing contact with his boyfriend's trembling flesh.
As Narumi shifts the angle of his hips just slightly, he finally finds that tender, perfect spot that makes Soushirou moan so beautifully it almost sends him over the edge right then and there. Narumi pressed onward, relentless in his pursuit to hit Hoshina’s deepest desires with everything he had.
“Right there Gen! Please, don’t stop... Don’t stop! I wanna to come, please,” Soushirou gasps, his words tumbling out in desperate longing, lost in the overwhelming rush of senses and of pure bliss. Too high on Narumi to form coherent sentences. “Gen, please!”
“Fuck Soushirou, you feel so, so good. So beautiful.” Soushirou's bliss intensifies under his boyfriend's heartfelt praise, he’s so close. Narumi is so good with this.
Narumi fucks Soushirou with all that he has. Foreheads pressed together, their breaths and moans intertwining, their gazes locked in an intense, unspoken connection. He knows Soushirou is nearing his limit, so he concentrates fiercely on bringing him to that peak first. Shifting his hips to hit that perfect spot that makes stars explode behind Soushirou's eyes, while his calloused, rough hand never leaves the tender of Soushirou's cock.
When Soushirou finally comes, a breathy moan of Narumi's name escapes his lips. “Gen!” He clings fiercely to Narumi, arching his back as he spills over his hand, looking utterly exhausted, but completely sated, and beautifully fucked out and glowing with an almost sacred intensity.
Narumi had slowed his pace to let Hoshina ride out his orgasm, but now a fiery need rekindles within him, driving him to seek his own pleasure once more. Hoshina’s grip on his back is so tight, holding their bodies inseparably close, his encouraging moans fueling Narumi's desire to come. It doesn't take long before Narumi, lips trembling with passion, reaches his peak, groaning Soushirou's name as waves of ecstasy wash over him.
Once the captain has ridden out his own orgasm, hips coming to a gentle halt, Hoshina presses a tender, lingering kiss to Narumi's lips. They remain connected in that intimacy, until suddenly, Hoshina starts giggling softly into the kiss. Narumi gazes at his silly, loving boyfriend with such affection, knowing exactly what's on his mind without needing words.
Hoshina shrugs off with a playful huff, a flicker of affection in his eyes as he watches, feeling Narumi shuffling and gently descending once more to Hoshina’s rear, tenderly massaging and exploring him again. This monster clearly desires another round, if not many more to go. Hoshina’s heart swells with happiness, riding a wave of pure bliss and longing to stay like this a bit more. They truly missed each other so desperately, their yearning impossible to ignore. “Go easy on me, Gen?” Hoshina teased softly, knowing deep down he’ll probably be utterly worn out by the end of this.
“Easy on you? Yeah, right,” Narumi teases with a mischievous grin as he feels Hoshina's bottoms once more, the other laughing gently in return. “I’ll show you what easy really means.”
After another and so on of intense rounds of love-making, Hoshina can hardly keep his eyes open, overwhelmed by exhaustion and a deep, lingering sensitivity coursing through his body. Yet, despite everything, he feels no regret for indulging the other; instead, a tiny flicker of thrill and longing still burns within him.
“Hng, Gen… we’re sticky.” Soushirou whines softly as Narumi pulls out, and the younger can’t help but let out an airy laugh.
“Haha, sorry, 'Shiro. Let me grab a washcloth and help you get cleaned up, okay?” Narumi says tenderly. Soushirou always loves being cared for and pampered after rounds of them making love. And just like with everything else, Narumi loves indulging him after being indulged at.
Once they’re both reasonably clean—though never quite spotless without a full shower, because his lazy, adorable excuse of a boyfriend still demands cuddles, Narumi pulls him close and lies down together. Their bodies entwined, faces so close, legs tangled all at once.
“I missed having you all to myself,” Narumi murmurs softly, his voice filled with affection as he threads his fingers through Soushirou’s hair and gazes tenderly into his eyes.
Soushirou hums softly in agreement, drawing himself as close to the younger as his body can reach. He closes his eyes, deeply inhaling Narumi’s comforting scent, feeling a warmth that settles deep within him.
When he's nestled securely in Narumi’s arms, an overwhelming sense of safety floods through him. He knows he can be fully himself, no masks, no pretenses, just raw, honest love. No facade, no falsehoods. Just him. And Narumi.
All that they are, laid bare for one another.
“Wanna take a nap, 'Shiro?” Narumi asks softly, his voice filled with tenderness.
“Yeah, let’s sleep, Gen.” Hoshina replies, his voice trembling with affection. Narumi pulls him even more closer, holding him tighter, pressing a gentle, loving kiss to Soushirou’s forehead. The sensation of the younger’s warm lips on his skin seems to linger, as Hoshina closes his eyes and takes a deep, soothing breath, already being lulled into sleep by the steady rhythm of Narumi’s heartbeat.
Narumi follows suit, closing his eyes as well. His hand that had been playing with Soushirou’s hair gradually loses its rhythm as exhaustion overcomes his tired body.
The last thing he hears before falling asleep is Soushirou’s heartfelt whisper, “I love you so much, Gen.”
Soushirou looks utterly ethereal lying beneath him before, almost too divine to be real. But nothing compares to holding Soushirou in his arms like this, all soft, warm, and so utterly content. And at this moment, there’s nothing else that matters but just being with Narumi.
And that, more than anything, is all that Narumi ever wanted.