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At first, he’d convinced himself it was just a way to relax.
Sure, Haruka would admit— though begrudgingly, that he found Endo attractive. He wasn’t that stubborn. Well, at one point he had been, but in a way it was just another part of him that had started to ease up around Endo.
He’d gone from reluctantly hanging out with him on occasion, to letting Endo inside of his tiny though now not-so-barren apartment on a regular basis. Now, he was even going out to eat with him and eventually being dragged into small shops after where Endo would insist on buying him gifts.
They were not dates though. That was something Haruka was very adamant about, and what he would say if anyone asked. Even Endo. Who would usually just laugh to himself and shrug in response, always just rolling with whatever Haruka said anyway.
At the time, it was easy to say. Though now, Haruka was a little more aware of the fact that he’d been deluding himself.
That incessant and nearly irresistible pull between them only became more intense and with it, Haruka had little choice but to embrace that maybe it meant something more than just them hanging out. It had started to build in the late nights spent talking through hushed whispers and yawns, faces only inches from each other until both of their eyes got so heavy they were nearly falling asleep on one another in the dark of Haruka’s bedroom.
Along with the way that Haruka had started to let himself linger in the comforting heat of Endo’s body. Pressing himself closer between his arms wrapped loosely around him in the mornings when Haruka would wake up first, feeling Endo’s broad chest slowly rising and falling beneath his head with each even breath.
Despite all of that, Haruka was still trying to rationalize his willingness to reciprocate and even accept Endo’s seemingly endless affection for him. To him though, Endo was oddly comforting to spend time with, and something else that Haruka would admit that he liked about him, was that he never pushes him. Much to his surprise, Endo is very passive, which wasn’t what he would’ve assumed at first— especially when it came to moving into more intimate territory.
Without any fuss or hardly a second thought, Endo had encouraged Haruka to set the pace for whatever it is that they’d been doing. Unfortunately for him, because that only meant that now Haruka was in charge of making the first move, or any move for that matter.
That hadn’t gone smoothly. Even if Endo was more than endeared and beamed nothing but bright viridescent adoration at Haruka, he was still embarrassed that he’d completely missed his mouth while trying to initiate a kiss. A stupid peck on the lips, one that had already taken nearly thirty minutes of Haruka sweating through his shirt and mentally preparing himself to even attempt.
So, he figured that had to be it. Endo was both full of surprises and also extremely welcoming— encouraging even to all of Haruka’s fumbling and stuttering, that he couldn’t help but want to do more with him. Haruka just found him intriguing to be around, and he’s already opened Pandora’s box, so he’d just been letting his curiosity get the better of him.
He wasn’t actually falling for him or anything.
Haruka was not falling for him.
Even with his legs straddled across Endo’s lap, and the floor of his bedroom wearing his clothes instead of him, he wasn’t ready to admit or even entertain the idea that was a possibility.
They’re both on his futon, Haruka with his furiously blushing nose and cheeks pressed into the frizzy curls near the nape of Endo’s neck, because at the moment he can’t bear to look at him. Haruka can feel the tip of Endo’s nose as it trails slowly up his neck towards his ear, his lips pressing tenderly into the shell of it, while Haruka’s pulse is pounding beneath his flushed skin.
He lets his hands tangle up and grip into the thicker strands atop Endo’s head, surely tugging knots into his scalp, though it’s about the only thing that’s grounding him in this moment. Mostly because Endo’s hands, were both below his waist; one fixed firmly on his hip, thumb rubbing right into the small crease between his thigh and stomach, while the other—
“Your skin is so soft here,” Endo whispered right in his ear then, and in a far sultrier tone than Haruka felt like he could handle, especially since it distracted him from his train of thought.
Bastard.
“Don’t— don’t say things like that, not while you’re—” Haruka cut himself off and buried his face further into the crook of Endo’s neck, feeling how the warmth of his cheeks became almost searing at the thought of even verbalizing what it was he was doing.
“Fingering you?”
Haruka could feel how Endo’s lips curled up, smile widening against his ear. His breath was hot and heavy too, puffing out over his already crimson flushed skin while Haruka panted open-mouthed into his. All Haruka could manage to respond with was a nod, trying again to focus himself on the real reason he’s here like this, doing that, with Endo.
For one, it feels good. He knows, because this certainly isn’t the first time he’s let Endo touch him— asked Endo to touch him, actually. Haruka has simply come to the conclusion that it’s somehow good for him, because it helps him clear his mind and that afterwards, he feels more relaxed. His muscles aren’t as tense anymore and he’s found he’s more agreeable with other people.
Especially his friends, who know absolutely nothing about why he’s been so easygoing lately, just that he is.
That’s all that it needs to be, a way to blow off steam and relax, nothing else.
So, if it’s enough for him, then why does Haruka also think about asking for more?
“You’re getting tense,” Endo, who’s perceptive of even the smallest of changes in Haruka, pulls back to look at him, though the two digits that had been working together inside of him remain.
Haruka sighs softly to himself, letting their eyes meet for a moment though quickly finding the idea that they’d pause and have a conversation while Endo’s fingers are still inside of him, just a little vexing.
“Get— if were gonna talk then take them out,” Haruka grumbled, baring his teeth and letting his head fall so that his bangs could shield his eyes while he shoved Endo’s tattooed forearm from between his legs.
“What, you think I can’t multitask?”
At that, Haruka rolls his eyes before letting them hesitantly slide back up to Endo’s that never left his, lidded over a cocksure smile, one that Haruka is debating punching clean off his face.
His stupid and annoyingly attractive face.
“That’s not— I just want you to take this seriously!”
“Oh, I take making you come very seriously,” Endo half chuckles, raising his eyebrows just a hair as he withdraws and steadies his hand over Haruka’s thigh instead, one that’s clenched along with his jaw in frustration.
Haruka levels him with a glare, one that is quickly received, but only by Endo taking in a deep breath and pulling his once lax features into a slightly feigned impression of being serious. In that moment, Haruka curses that he finds him so good looking, even like that, because he should be finding his expression demeaning.
“I just, want to do something else, okay?”
It takes a moment to admit, but once he does Endo’s face soften noticeably, now with a slight worry beading up and shimmering in the shadowed green of his eyes. That’s a look Haruka has grown familiar with, what rests beneath all the sharp angles and overly-confident charisma. Something about Endo that Haruka has learned to handle with a little more care than he’s used to.
That more than anything, Endo doesn’t want to be overbearing with Haruka and possibly push him too far, or worse, away.
“Well, we can do whatever you want. I can eat you out, or we can just kiss for a while and cuddle, you know I don’t mind either way,” he recovers quickly though as he gestures loosely with his hand, slipping into a comfortable passiveness that sometimes Haruka feels like can’t be real— can’t be trusted but in the end, he always does.
Underneath it there’s something else there, a warm and easy to fall into space. This idea of being desired and even adored, regardless of what Haruka has to offer in return.
Which is because ever since this started, Endo has never asked Haruka for anything. He’d even insisted that he gets far more out of pleasing Haruka than anything else, which set a sort of boundary between them that wasn’t easy to accept at first, at least for Haruka. It was yet another, though not so surprising thing about Endo, and that is that he’s very persuasive.
Even to Haruka, and probably from his sheer persistence alone.
Not because he looks like that, even if Haruka seems to also have a weakness for it.
Now he’s getting irritated again.
“Not that,” Haruka mumbles despite himself, letting his eyes shift around the room instead of where his mind is actually wandering.
Has been, for a while.
For one, Haruka knows that Endo is more experienced. He doesn’t really have to say it, because it’s clear in how he can work Haruka into a mind-blowing orgasm faster than he can realize it’s happening, almost seeming to know more about his own body than he does. Maybe it’s a little presumptuous to think that Endo has had a lot of partners before him; he doesn’t actually know that for a fact, but he can’t help but imagine that the pace Haruka has set must be kinda boring for someone who has.
That, and Haruka can’t stop imagining what it would be like. To actually have sex with Endo, instead of just having his fingers or tongue.
Not that he has any complaints, but again, Pandora’s box.
“Hey, if you want to slow down, we can. You know I don’t want to pressure you, and—”
“I want to have sex with you.”
Haruka had slightly hoped that speaking at the same time as Endo would mask his confession but based on the shocked look on his face, it was naively in vain. Endo heard him, loud and clear.
He hears Endo swallow, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs along the center of his tattoo while he draws in a short breath and lets his eyes flicker up and down Haruka. In a manner that if it were anyone else, would piss him off, almost like he’s underestimating him, even if Endo knows better by now— in more ways than one, not to.
“Are you sure?”
Endo’s voice is quiet, breath ghosting over Haruka’s bare shoulder and causing gooseflesh to rise on it, but despite that he can feel the cooled heat in his gut start to simmer from the tone of his voice. Like Endo has already accepted the proposal, knows it’s going to happen, but just needs to be certain it’s what Haruka really wants.
Another thing that Haruka has learned about Endo since all of this started; even if he’s never taken advantage of it, is that Endo has a hard time telling Haruka ‘no’ to anything he asks of him.
Haruka nods sincerely, looking Endo right in the eyes and settling a bit closer to him in his lap, starting to let his muscles relax again. He’s already imagining it in his mind, leaning in to press himself against Endo’s chest— half for the warm comfort of it, and half for Haruka to hide his still blushing face in his neck again, but feels as he moves him back slowly instead.
“Ah, not so fast,” Endo smirks, and his lips carry something devilish in them as he rests Haruka down, handling him like a precious and breakable thing, until his bare back meets the fabric of his futon.
“Huh?”
It’s louder and filled with more annoyance than Haruka had intended, but he’s at least a little confused watching Endo do nothing but loom over him for a moment despite his eager grin.
“Gotta get you ready first,” he answers, like that means anything to Haruka, before Endo is grabbing for legs right behind his knees and tugging him closer so he falls from how he’d curled up to look at him.
Like that, Haruka feels so exposed. His legs are spread wide over Endo’s hips as he runs his hands up and down Haruka’s thighs, kneading into the flesh there while his gaze trails slowly up to his chest— then his face, until he’s leaning down to press his lips to his. The kiss is languid, and it always is with Endo, taking his time as he glides his lips against Haruka’s, coating them in both of their spit and humming as it starts to mix between their tongues.
For a moment, Haruka nearly forgets that he’s naked under him, having his entire body eclipsed by Endo’s, even when he pulls back to start placing his sloppy and uncoordinated kisses down to his collar bone.
Though when he feels the rough fabric of Endo’s pants scratching against the backs of his legs, reminding Haruka that he’s still mostly dressed, he doesn’t forget entirely.
“Take those off,” Haruka finally gets out through a breath, now with less bite, his tongue left feeling numb from the dizzying sensation of Endo’s kiss as he reaches down to pull at the waistband of them.
“As you wish,” Endo replies easily, nudging Haruka’s hand away and gently sliding his knees further apart, before letting his gaze fall between them as he starts to unbutton his jeans.
“You know,” he starts again when Haruka doesn’t say anything else, because he’s too busy watching him.
Watching how the muscles in his arms move as he undoes his belt, and how more of the thick trail of dark hair that peeks out from his boxers shows when he twists himself to shuck off his pants. Endo simply lets them clump up with a small clink from his buckle against the floor, before planting his hands down on either side of Haruka’s hips and making him suddenly aware of all the saliva pooling in his mouth.
“I think, your pussy is the prettiest I’ve ever seen.”
Haruka’s face flames and indignation rises up hot in his throat, teeth gritting so tight he can hear them squeaking while Endo just smirks at him, perching his head overtop one of his knees and his hand on the other. Probably to keep Haruka from closing them on his neck and choking him. Like that though, some of Haruka’s irritation dies, because Endo just looks like a big puppy, his smile dopey as he slides his hand up between Haruka’s legs, making him shiver with the implied intention.
When he lets his eyes flicker down further though, all of his breath catches right in his throat.
Just the outline of his cock, hard and stretching out the tight black nylon of his boxers, is enough to make Haruka tense again. Along with the feeling of him teasing at his entrance, before promptly sliding his fingers back inside, making Haruka finally speak through the strain of his vocal cords.
“I thought— this is just the same thing again.”
Endo just hushes him, leaning back down into his space, planting softer kisses all over his cheekbones and then along to side of his neck.
“There’s no need to rush,” his voice is heavy, a warm and weighted blanket that lays over Haruka, along with Endo’s gaze as he looks down at him again.
“It’s your first time, won’t you let me make it special?”
Haruka’s brows furrow then, even despite the honest tone of Endo’s words.
“How do you even know that, that it’s my first time?”
The smile that Endo gives him should piss him off, but he can’t focus enough to be mad. Between how good being this close to Endo feels and how he’s gliding his thumb around his clit, all Haruka can concentrate on is the warm and gooey feeling saturating his insides, dripping down molten to where his fingers are curling up.
Haruka betrays even himself by letting a quiet moan slip out from between his down-turned lips when Endo spreads his fingers apart, like he’s testing something inside of him.
“With the way you blush at even other people holding hands, I think it’s pretty safe to assume.”
Haruka’s fists clench at his sides, but his fire never reaches them. Instead, it builds up hot between his legs, his previously disturbed orgasm that had been just within his reach, rearing up to Endo’s fingers as they beckon for it.
It’s sickening really, how easy he makes it seem. While Haruka’s abdomen tenses and his legs begin to tremble overtop Endo’s, glimpsing the thick tendons in his forearm dancing beneath inked and tan skin, he looks hardly as worn out as Haruka feels. Haruka can’t stop himself from closing his eyes to escape the sight for a moment, trying— but failing, to regress into the clinical mindset he’d had before, one he’s realizing is quickly shrinking despite his efforts to reclaim it.
That this, whatever it is they’re doing, doesn’t mean much to him. They might as well be sparring or something, but even without Endo’s fingers inside of him, Haruka can’t fully convince himself.
“Though, I guess if you’d given it up to anyone else, it’d be that stoic one with the eye patch.”
Haruka’s eyes fly open at that, his gaze an arrow drawn and aimed right between Endo’s eyes in the quiver of anger and shock, though he isn’t nearly fast enough.
Almost as if he does it on purpose, Endo presses relentlessly against Haruka’s clit so he can’t possibly retort, working his fingers faster in tandem between it and some place soft inside of him, one that he always seems to find with practiced precision. All of it, causes that percolating heat inside of him to begin to swell and spark beneath Endo’s fingers, and with it, Haruka can’t stop his back from arching up off the futon and further into them.
His thighs clamp shut around Endo’s waist, and he gives in to the impulse of rocking his hips in time with the slowing rhythm of his fingers, letting a slew of soft moans and mewls spill from his parted lips.
Haruka hates how he can do that to him sometimes.
The air feels thick as Haruka finally draws in a full breath after he’s calmed down from his release, his chest rising and falling more steadily while Endo makes a show of pulling out his fingers with a soft squelch, before bringing them up to his lips. Even if at one point Haruka considered it vulgar, watching Endo clean them of his slick with his tongue, prodding it into every crevice of his hand, is probably the most arousing thing Haruka has ever seen.
He wouldn’t dare admit that to him though.
“I— I wouldn’t do that,” Haruka pants, his previous irritation still present beneath his skin, now pulsing with his slowing heartbeat, watching as Endo cocks his head to the side in question.
With the tips of his glistening fingers still inside of his mouth, Haruka might add, but at least he’s quiet.
“Sleep with Suo.”
“Ah yes, that one,” Endo nods once after letting his fingers slip out from between his lips with a soft pop, a sly smile crawling a little too proudly over them while he rests down on top of Haruka, perching himself on his forearms.
“Well, you might not see it, and I’ve only met him twice, but even so it’s not that difficult to notice the way he looks at you.”
Haruka feels his cheeks redden more at that than anything else, scanning over Endo’s face so close to his for a moment before feeling his clothed cock brush against the inside of his thigh. Which, is almost enough to knock him off course, but not quite.
“You’d think with how good of a memory you have, you’d at least be able to remember my friend’s names.”
Endo pouts at that ever so slightly, while his hand reaches up to brush some of Haruka’s hair behind his ear with his fingers. They’re damp, and catch at the fine strands, which almost makes Haruka wince but all he can really focus on is the nice and comforting heat of their bodies pressed together.
“How about I promise to make more of an effort, when you finally introduce us, hm?”
Haruka clicks his tongue at that, letting his head and eyes roll to the side when he catches the hint of teasing in Endo’s tone. He’s not pushing him, but rather poking at him, because Haruka still hasn’t found a way to admit to his friends that he’s… whatever this is, with Endo Yamato.
It’s not that he’s embarrassed, and Endo knows that. More so, he just doesn’t quite know how to breach the topic of, ‘Hey! Remember the guy who threatened to destroy the whole town unless I came with him? Yeah, so I let him finger me on the weekends,’ without it sounding… well, exactly like that.
“We don’t have to think about it right now though,” Endo adds, softer this time, his words sliding syrupy across Haruka’s lips alongside the kiss he presses quickly to them.
“Not while there’s much more important, virginity-losing matters at hand.”
At that, Haruka groans.
“Can you stop saying that? It’s not even that big of a deal,” he can feel himself flushing again from Endo’s words despite all of his grumbling, hating how he nearly giggles at him in return, because for him this is a little embarrassing.
Or at least it feels that way, what with Endo obviously being far more in-tune with it all than Haruka is. There’s a part of him that just wants to get it over with, and maybe once he does, he won’t have to feel so inadequate in this… arrangement of theirs.
“So then, you really are? A virgin?”
Haruka huffs at Endo’s insistence, narrowing his gaze at him out of the corner of his eye and crossing his arms over his chest, mostly trying to figure out why it’s something he wants to know so badly.
“Yes, I’m a virgin and you’re clearly not. Whatever, happy now?”
Endo’s teasing smile falters at that, his features softening again, though with something more vulnerable slipping over them from the set of his brows down to the now thin line of his lips.
“Does that, bother you?”
All of the irritation that had built up in Haruka starts to form solid in his throat, sliding down heavy like a stone to the pit of his stomach when he realizes how Endo must’ve taken what he’d said.
“Not— not like that, I just, I feel like you hold back for me because of it and I don’t like that, you know I don’t,” it’s the honest truth, and as Haruka says it he feels instantly lighter, watching relieved while it seems to have a similar effect on Endo.
It does make him pause in his frustration too, at least for a moment. Fully realizing that while he’s become so insecure about his lack of experience with sex; Endo has probably been worrying that Haruka must think negatively about him, just because he seems to know more.
“I won't lie to you, I do,” Endo says, very matter of fact as he shifts his weight to one side and rolls off of Haruka, though still laying skin to skin with him.
“It’s not a big deal, but you’re a big deal to me, right? So, I just, really want to make sure that you want to have sex with me, and that when we do, you have a good time.”
Haruka swallows at how Endo puts careful emphasis on the idea of him being the one that Haruka has sex with for the first time. He eyes him for a moment, seeing his honest vulnerability and then decides to push through the already crumbling wall he’s put up between them.
It’s not like it’s doing much of anything to keep this from happening anyway.
“I… don’t know anyone else that I’d want to have sex with, except for you.”
The slightly soured air around them seems to freshen with Haruka’s words, and he watches them reach Endo, brightening him to a degree that reminds him why he feels the way he does about him. Despite himself, he lets the corner of his mouth hitch up, eyes glued to Endo’s as he mimics Haruka’s expression and nods, leaning closer until their lips are just brushing.
“You really mean that?” Endo breathes excitedly, capturing Haruka’s lips before he can even begin to answer him, and with that, he decides to take a clumsy chance at leading.
Pressing his lips to Endo’s and parting them to lick into his mouth, hoping somehow to transfer the words still resting on his tongue to his, and feeling the soft moan he elicits from him vibrate down his throat. It’s all so fuzzy and slippery around the edges, Haruka’s mind still muddled from his orgasm, before feeling Endo gently push his cock right into the crease of his thigh, which instantly sharpens everything.
That they are really about to do this. Even if Haruka had been so insistent and blasé about it at first, he can’t help but feel his breath begin to stutter and catch in his throat at the thought of taking it further now. He isn’t about to back down though, because despite his hesitation, there is a soft swell of excitement that builds up alongside his nerves.
Endo pulls away to adjust himself then, and Haruka gasps much louder at the feeling of him pressing his cock right at his entrance, looking at him through his lashes the entire time. Even through his boxers, the tip of it pushes inside of him just enough to feel, and Haruka watches Endo become less composed than he’s ever been when they’d fooled around like this.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?”
All Haruka can do is nod, because between the feeling of Endo slowly rutting into him with the promise of more and the sound of his voice becoming more breathy and ragged than before, Haruka isn’t sure he could form anything coherent to say.
“Take— take it out,” he finally manages, though it comes out with a slight whine when the head of Endo’s cock slides up and presses right into his clit instead.
“You do it, I wanna see you hold it,” Endo leans down to murmur right in his ear, his words shuddering through Haruka and making his hand tremble slightly as he snakes it between them to do just as he’s asked— a sudden flip in their dynamic, one that he takes in stride.
At first, he fumbles, grabbing for the elastic of his boxers that slip out and snap back from the sweat of his fingers, feeling both his and Endo’s breath hitch at the sound of it. Endo reaches down to help him though, his hand not only brushing against Haruka’s but also knocking into his thigh when he gives them a hurried tug to get them fully off.
Shamefully, Haruka’s mouth waters at the sight of Endo’s cock slapping back up hard against his stomach, before his lizard brain activates and he reaches for it. He hasn’t gotten a good look at it in all the time they’d been doing this, but now with it in his hand, it’s pretty easy to see, especially considering the size of it.
For a brief moment, Haruka does worry how exactly that is going to fit inside of him.
“You wanna take a picture or something?”
Haruka rips his eyes away to look up at Endo, whose smirking, and scoffs.
“Don’t be an asshole,” he frowns at Endo and his lilting tone, though does notice that his expression is less teasing like he expected it to be and more honest, encouraging even.
Still, he lets go of him just to shove at his chest in frustration, though not nearly enough to really push him away or anything.
“Hey I’m serious! Besides, I think that’s kinda hot,” Endo mumbles through his smile, now leaning back down to kiss Haruka despite his grumpiness— something Haruka has even theorized that he enjoys about him, since it hardly fazes him most of the time.
It’s a deeper kiss than before and now, Endo is taking a little more than giving as he moves his lips eagerly against Haruka’s, licking far enough into his mouth that his tongue is brushing against his molars. The feeling pulls a soft sound out of Haruka that he wasn’t really aware that he could make, and notices how it only spurs Endo on, kissing him more roughly, like he wants to hear it again.
Haruka just leans into it, into Endo and his lips, his body, letting his hands reach up to find their place in his hair again as they both fall into a slow rhythm. One that Endo’s hips start to mimic, now nudging the head of his cock against Haruka’s entrance again and punching another one of those wanting sounds out of him, one that he’s not sure how he feels about yet.
Without thinking too much about it though, Haruka starts to meet them. He moves a little shakily at first, before feeling that slight stretch again when Endo pushes the tip just past that firm muscle where it had been before, but with cloth hindering it and making Haruka freeze at the unfamiliar sensation.
“Just relax baby, I’ll go slow,” Endo hushes effortlessly as their lips part.
Haruka finds his eyes so calming and soft as he speaks, now reaching down to take hold of himself, sliding his cock up and down through the spread slit of his pussy with almost zero friction he’s so wet.
That makes Haruka tense, even just a little, his mind now ping-ponging between the fact he just called him baby and that he said he was going to go slow with him. Haruka doesn’t have a moment to pick something to fixate on and gripe about though, because before he can, Endo is working his cock into his entrance in a way that almost seems clumsy, making Haruka’s shoulders lose a bit of their tension.
“Don’t, don’t hold back— ah,” Haruka’s small protest is cut off with a soft moan, one that caught even Endo by surprise as he slid into him more, making both of them glance down between each other to where they were now connected.
The sight only made that previous simmering heat in Haruka’s gut become boiling again, letting his head fall back into the futon while his hands slid down from Endo’s hair to his shoulders for more stability. For a second he felt like he was suspended in air, his entire nervous system centralizing to that one point, feeling intensely where Endo was now trying to fit his cock inside of him.
“I wont hold back, but am I hurting you?”
All Haruka could do was shake his head, his eyes squeezed shut while he tried to remember to relax, knowing that it helped the first time Endo tried getting his fingers in him. It didn’t really, hurt that is, not in a way that truly bothered him, but the stretch was hard to ignore and when Endo pushed himself in just a little bit more, Haruka could feel something in him starting to burn.
“No, it’s just— you’re stretching me,” he finally admitted with breathy whine, something that sounded so unlike him in his own ears that it made Haruka tense again.
“Oh shit,” Endo hissed, his hands gripping tighter onto Haruka’s thighs as his hips rabbited a little into him, making Haruka feel like the room was spinning with how full of the sensation he felt.
Endo’s cock pressing into him, his hands firm against his heated skin, and his breath hot and heavy against his face; all of it compiling into the expanding air in his chest that Haruka just couldn’t let out. All of which was made even worse when Endo spoke again, this time right in his ear.
“You’re so wet, but it’s a tight fit baby— it’s squeezing me.”
It sounded so breathless and Haruka decided then that he didn’t care that Endo called him that, he could call him whatever he wanted if it sounded like that, because it felt good. It made that warm and gooey feeling pool in his gut again, one that always felt so damn good with Endo.
“Is it— is it all the way in?” it came out with a wince, because even if it wasn’t exactly painful, it still felt like Haruka couldn’t take anymore.
Haruka opened his eyes and looked up then, seeing the way Endo was panting as he shook his head, his dark curls bouncing around slightly, which only made Haruka groan in response. That seemed to shift something in Endo, letting his body fall further into Haruka’s while one of his arms snaked behind him right at the small of his back, effectively lifting his hips up into him.
“Better?” Endo’s breath ghosted over Haruka’s cheeks as he spoke, nudging his nose against his, a far more intimate gesture than he’d expected as he started to slowly roll his hips into Haruka’s.
It was, and Haruka let Endo know with a quick nod before wrapping his arms more firmly around his shoulders, feeling how their chests pressed tightly together and how his cock slipped further into him. The feeling was still there, that tight pull, but it wasn’t as sharp anymore and the more that Endo moved, rocking his and Haruka’s hips together, the more it started to feel like his entire body was loosening with it.
Taunt muscles going lax, his hips and thighs, abdomen, all the way up to his jaw, allowing for another moan to fall from him, one loud enough that it echoed in the small space of his bedroom.
“There we go baby, that’s what I wanna hear,” Endo breathed as his pace quickened, now steadier as Haruka started moving on his own to meet him, watching up close as deep green rolled into lidded white.
The muffled noises between their bodies and Endo’s moans when he tucked his face into the crook of Haruka’s neck only got louder then, and with them, a feeling that he knows well. A bow drawing tighter with every pointed thrust into that spongy spot Endo always finds with his fingers, now so intense that Haruka hooks one of his heels behind Endo’s back to give him the leverage to chase it with his own movements.
It doesn’t take long for him to realize that it isn’t enough though, not to push it over the edge of simply pleasurable. With that Haruka leans his head into Endo’s, feeling how his hair tickles against his jaw, before he speaks up.
“Can— faster, can we go faster?”
Endo half chuckles, a breathless sound that only quiets as he presses slower kisses into Haruka’s neck, his hips matching the pace of them despite Haruka’s request.
“No holding back, right?”
Haruka nods, hurriedly catching the feeling of Endo’s smile widening against his skin.
“Alright then, whatever you want baby.”
With that he pulls away, straightening himself over Haruka as he lets his arms fall back down by his head from Endo’s shoulders, feeling him smooth his hands down his sides and then to his thighs, before grabbing for the crooks of his legs again and tugging Haruka flush against him. It makes Haruka let out a much louder moan than before, feeling the full length of Endo’s cock spearing into him and the intense stretch of it all at once, a sensation that punches the air right out of him.
Without another word, Endo sets a rhythm with his hips that leaves Haruka unable to catch up or even try to contribute, simply taking every powerful thrust, one after the other.
So hard and fast, that Haruka can feel Endo’s grip on him tighten to keep him from inching up the futon, gasping at his cock bullying into him and making him feel a fullness that he didn’t even know was possible. The sound of skin slapping against skin and both of them moaning starts to thicken and fill the heady air of the room, and between that and the feeling of Endo’s cock nearly reaching Haruka’s throat, he feels like he can’t even breathe.
It’s mind numbing, and Haruka quickly starts to feel something build and build— like pressure, before snapping in him. A dam breaking that he didn’t even know was there, making Endo groan as whatever release he’d caused squirted out between them and all over his stomach when he pushed his cock in again.
“Oh, shit baby,” he paused with a breath, one that came out through a half smile, though it wasn’t focused on Haruka, not really, just between his legs.
“I just made you squirt.”
“What? I don’t—” Haruka felt delirious then, his cheeks flaming at Endo’s words while the realization came over him, but not before Endo leaned down to pull his already frowning lips into another kiss.
“Hey it’s fine, I like it,” Endo mumbled into Haruka’s mouth, returning to rolling his hips into his slowly and then pulling at his bottom lip with his teeth, eyes lidded as they locked right on Haruka’s again.
That made Haruka feel the heat under his skin spread out more, down to his stomach and thighs, painting them thick with a hot and syrupy feeling that leaked down from his chest at Endo’s words. The thought that he liked pretty much anything Haruka did, and no matter how worried he was, Endo always found a way to talk him back from inside his head, to where they were.
It was intoxicating, making Haruka feel emboldened, wrapping his shaking legs around Endo’s waist again and pulling him closer, enough so that their bodies almost felt like they were melding together— moving as one.
He didn’t even think about what came out of his mouth next.
“Yamato,” Haruka moaned, right into Endo’s parted lips, hearing instantly how he did the same, though now dropping his forehead to Haruka’s chest and mumbling to himself, panting for a moment as his thrusts slowed.
“You’re trying to kill me,” Endo breathed out hot against his skin, now looking up at Haruka with another half a smirk and making him question if he’d said the wrong thing.
Even if he’d said his given name before, Haruka had never seen it affect him like that.
Endo didn’t falter though and instead nudged his arm between their sweaty bodies to reach for Haruka’s clit, making him shudder slightly and tense again, though just at the feeling like it was too much. That didn’t stop Endo though, a certain determination set in his brows while Haruka panted and grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging little crescents into his skin while he worked his fingers and cock together.
“I already came,” Haruka gasped, tried to insist through his breath, now looking down between them and getting a glimpse of himself spread wide and stretching around the base of Endo’s cock while his long fingers toyed with his swollen clit.
“Yeah? What does that matter?”
To that, Haruka couldn’t really argue and with every brush of Endo’s fingers against his already sensitive nub, his heavy cock dragging in and out of him, it’s not like he could form anything to say that would matter.
“I just wanna feel you come around me and then fuck you so good, that you’re screaming my name,” Endo spoke again, his voice husky and harsh in a way that Haruka hadn’t ever heard, feeling it as it puffed out against the shell of his ear.
The feeling of his release surged through him at Endo’s words in a hot wave then, building even faster than the one before, uncontrollable and blistering in his already softened core. After that it didn’t take much, and Haruka could feel how his entrance started to flutter and pulse around Endo’s cock with it while his legs did the same around his waist.
Endo just started pounding into him again right after.
Mouth open, panting through every forceful thrust while the hand that was working his clit reached up to grab at Haruka’s leg and hitch it up over his shoulder, making Haruka moan even louder at the new angle of his cock reaching even further inside of him.
“Come on Haruka, tell me who’s fucking you like this.”
“Ngh, you Yamato,” the words fell from Haruka’s mouth without a second thought, feeling like his tongue was melting in his mouth while Endo just kept fucking him harder and harder before leaning down, bending his leg at the knee so that it was pressed into his chest.
“Only me, right?”
There was a slight edge to Endo’s question, one that Haruka could almost feel and even see flickering in the green of his irises that were so close to his. A fragile desperation to know, to be sure, something that Haruka simply nodded to, his head bobbing up and down in time with Endo’s cock hitting deeper and deeper every time he pulled out just to push back into him.
“Tell me— tell me that you’re mine Haruka, please,” he moaned, sounding even more undone than Haruka felt as he mewled and gasped at how Endo was pressing his cock into him as far as he could, nudging his overly sensitive clit with every thrust.
“I’m— I’m yours,” Haruka nodded, swallowing as his eyes squeezed shut at yet another orgasm that built up from the gentle stimulation, making him arch up and moan louder than he ever had as it nearly scalded him— singeing through all the way out to his fingertips.
“Oh, I’m gonna come baby, fuck.”
Endo shuddered as he pressed firmly into him again and stilled, his hips only rolling slowly, sighing relieved as his head fell down onto Haruka’s now heaving chest with a groan. It felt like his body was melting into Haruka’s then, the heat of it and the sweat built up between them making them stick together. Haruka could only lay there under him, unable to even think of moving and just breathing as they both collapsed into the futon like machines with their power cut off.
A few heartbeats passed, both of theirs echoing between each other’s slowly expanding chests, before Endo spoke to him again.
“That was good, yeah?”
Haruka swallows and nods, trying to clear his throat to speak while Endo nuzzles his face into the crook of his neck, kissing the sweaty skin there while also still inside of him.
The only real problem Haruka seems to find with it though, is that he sort of likes it.
“Yeah, yeah, it was good, actually.”
“Well, it’s not like you have much to compare,” Endo smirked teasingly as he pulled back to look at Haruka, just in time for him to clench his fists at the nape of his neck while gritting his teeth in frustration at him.
“Shut up,” Haruka feels his face heat up, even more so when he tenses as he speaks.
That makes Endo hiss, letting his head fall back down against his chest and shakily pushing his mostly softened cock into him again, causing Haruka to moan breathily at the feeling of it almost being too much.
Another moment passed after, and Haruka can feel himself starting to wonder if Endo feels as satisfied as he looks.
“Was it… good for you too?”
Endo perks up then, his eyes a bit more focused and surprised than Haruka expected them to be as he nods before scooting closer, bringing one of his hands up to gently hold Haruka’s cheek.
“Baby— Haruka, that was the best I’ve ever had.”
Haruka can’t help but scoff, rolling his eyes and thinking that now he’s just lying, patronizing him, because there’s just no way that he’s the best Endo’s ever had.
Not when he’s probably been with people who’re more experienced than him.
“I’m serious,” Endo catches on to his doubt without him saying a word, looking at Haruka more intently than he had before and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, one that seems to carry with it more intention than any of the others they’d shared.
“It’s because of how I feel about you, that makes all the difference. I’ve had plenty of sex that meant nothing, and it was okay but it was just sex. With you, it means more.”
Endo takes a deep breath, his eyes still so focused on Haruka’s so that he has no choice but to lay under him and take it, absorb all the honest affection he’s giving him.
“That’s why it feels so good.”
Haruka can feel his words ghost over his skin like a warm breeze, carrying with them so many of the feelings he himself can’t deny anymore and what’s worse; that they’re the truth. Not only Endo’s but his own, the ones he swallows and holds tight in his chest, denies because he’s afraid of them spilling out.
Then, that would make them more real.
That he’s not only fallen for Endo— and hard, but that he knows deep down Endo has too. Haruka can already feel how the fragile line he’s been walking with Endo is starting to blur, from just friends who fool around to more and that scares him.
So, instead of saying anything, Haruka just kisses Endo.
Lets his lips press the unspoken into Endo’s, lets his tongue tangle up inside of his mouth rather than with words he can’t quite find or begin to say, even if he can feel them rising up and building inside of his chest. Endo just hums contently into the kiss, the sound vibrating and soothing him in a way that he can’t quite explain, but to Haruka it feels like acceptance.
So, Haruka lets his limbs relax into Endo’s again, his chest already feeling lighter than it has in a long time— like finally he can breathe, even if it’s just for a moment. There’s no need for anything else between them, nowhere to rush and nothing to prove, just the warmth of each other and the feeling of being understood.
That’s all Haruka needs to convince himself of right now.