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“St-stupid C-Ch-Choromatsu.”
Osomatsu trembled violently, nose dripping freely in the frigid air. Ichimatsu stood beside him, shoulder pressing against his, in the limited space of their shelter. It was a simple overhang and, unfortunately, not adequate protection at all.
Icy rain crashed around them, soaking their pants all the way up to the knees. The sky bellowed its rage above them, rattling their bones, blinding their eyes in epic flashes.
“I don’t, hrm…” Ichimatsu pressed his sleeve to his mouth for a moment. Osomatsu leaned feebly away just in case Ichimatsu let it fly. “I don’t think this is Choromatsu’s fault. He told us to go home.”
“Exactly!” Osomatsu yelled, shaking his fist to the sky. It roared back at him in defiance. “I had to prove him wrong!”
Ichimatsu dropped his head against Osomatsu’s shoulder, throat humming. “About what?"
“Well—!” he paused, clearly having forgotten that part. “Urg, you would've hadda been there.”
Ichimatsu frowned. He had been there. They all were, he was sure. The memories felt far away, a distant island that washed away with the rain rapids on the streets and the booze in his stomach.
Choromatsu had warned them. About the rain, he remembered. Something-something typhoon. He also knew he'd followed Osomatsu anyway, knowing it was a bad decision all the same. So, spite and stupidity were the names of the game tonight and they were both winning by a landslide.
The two of them were sloshed, soaked, and shivering. The world was tilted, the ground uneven with dips and bumps that hadn’t been there before, and spun around him at an alarming rate. Feeling queasy, he could only press further against the most solid thing available: Osomatsu.
He was about to suggest that they just go find a nice dry dumpster (whether for the purpose of sleeping or vomiting, he didn't know) when Osomatsu shouted.
"Look there!"
Osomatsu pointed and Ichimatsu squinted through the sheets of rain. There, in the distance, maybe just a few more blocks, was a glowing sign. Red and neon, it pulsed like a beacon, a lighthouse in a raging storm, urging them to safety. They both felt a surge of hope. Ichimatsu was already thinking of the potential heat source awaiting him and how he was going to lay his whole body in it.
“Okay, I got an idea.” Osomatsu hooked his arm around Ichimatsu’s neck, bringing him in closer for the secret meeting. His words were whispered directly into his ear. “So, we make a mad dash for the doors—”
“Naw, I thought we'd just walk—” Osomatsu cut him off with a playful swat to the back of the head.
“Smart ass,” he chastised fondly, dropping his hand back onto his shoulder. “Okay, so we get in there and turn on that Matsuno charm."
Ichimatsu nodded vaguely. He didn't know what charm they could possibly possess but Osomatsu seemed to know what he was talking about.
"If we play our cards right…" Osomatsu pressed forward, smiling against his jaw. "Then we might be able to get a free ride or maybe some hot girl to take pity on us."
Ichimatsu perked up a little at that. Either option would be preferable. He nodded, agreeing with the plan.
So, they threw themselves back into the jaws of the typhoon, surging forward, half being carried by the wind, half stumbling. A blast of thunder followed them through the double doors of the red sign establishment. Osomatsu slipped on the polished white floor, now slick with the rain they had brought inside, and landed heavily on his ass. Ichimatsu glanced down at him, only to notice he had lost a sandal at some point
“Hello!” someone called, startling them both. “Are you here for a room?”
Osomatsu and Ichimatsu took stock of the lobby. The sign above the smiling woman's head was in fancy letters. All of which were illegible with the room swirling like it was.
"A room?" Ichimatsu asked, confused, but Osomatsu noticed the opportunity they had stumbled upon.
A hotel! That was perfect. If no one could give them a ride, they could just stay the night here! He glanced up at the room charges, squinting to see straight. Oh, yeah, they could afford that.
Osomatsu stood on wobbly legs. He zigzagged to the counter, mentally cursing the floor for moving. He barely caught himself on the desk, feet slipping again.
"Actually," he grinned, prompting his head up with a hand, and leaned in. "Would you—"
Before he could finish, in pure Matsuno charm, his arm slipped and his head fell, cracking his chin on the surface. The woman looked entirely unsurprised as if this was just a usual day at the office.
"If you don't need a room, I'll have to ask you to leave," she said simply.
Sheepishly, Osomatsu rubbed his jaw before he turned to Ichimatsu.
"Go on, Ichimacchan, pay the lady."
Ichimatsu narrowed his eyes, gears trying to understand when plans had changed. His hand, however, was already digging into his soggy sweatpants. His brain made a mental note to sober Ichimatsu: never drink with Osomatsu again.
The employee didn't even blink when he placed the flimsy bills on the counter. She plucked them up with her pink manicured nails, folded them in half, and slipped the bundle into her cleavage.
Ichimatsu and Osomatsu stared dumbly after the cash, wondering how it felt to disappear between those soft cushions of womanhood. Bubblegum cracked and deflated from her lips, bringing them back. She handed them a small clipboard and an electronic key.
“Name here," she tapped the page with her pen before she relinquished it to them. "You’ll have room 304."
Their hands were numb, cold sinking deeper in the air-conditioned room, going so deep that their souls threatened to freeze. As such, when they signed their names, the characters were in an unintelligible scrawl.
"Enjoy your time," the woman drawled, blowing another cotton candy-flavored bubble. "Thanks for picking Love Lotus Hotel."
It wasn't until they made it into the elevator, and struggled with pushing the buttons for a moment, did they realize exactly where they were.
"We're in a love hotel!" Osomatsu sang, throwing his arms over Ichimatsu and sagging down his front. "I wuv you, Ichimacchan!"
"Shut up," he mumbled but allowed Osomatsu to hang off of him like an annoying sloth.
Their reflection in the steel of the door was blurred, smudged out like wet ink. It could have been any two people holding each other in the elevator, close like lovers. Osomatsu leaned on him even more, head on his shoulder, shutting his eyes.
They could both hear Ichimatsu's heart hammering in the confined space.
“I say we tell the others we found some hot chicks and got laid."
Ichimatsu found his hand on Osomatsu's hip, steadying him, as he shivered against him.
“Yeah, like they’d believe that shit."
"We have re—" Osomatsu burped, groaning into Ichimatsu's neck. The blast of hot air sent goosebumps down his arm. "Receipts!"
"For one room," Ichimatsu said, head swimming. "It'd look more like we fucked each other than anything."
"So? A punched V-card is a punched v-card! Doesn't matter how we get there, right?"
Osomatsu laughed and kissed Ichimatsu on the cheek. He lingered, lips pressed warmly to his cold skin. Smoke and booze and Osomatsu filled Ichimatsu's senses.
The elevator door opened with a high-pitched ding! and the two stumbled out of it. Well, Osomatsu fell backward and Ichimatsu was almost dragged down with him.
They lumbered a few feet to their room and then realized they didn't remember where the key was. They patted themselves down, coming up empty the first time.
"Did you check your pants?" Osomatsu asked. His hands suddenly slipped deep into Ichimatsu's pockets, rubbing down his thighs, in a thorough search. He found something alright but not the keycard.
"Oops!" Osomatsu laughed.
Legs trembling, Ichimatsu punched a hand into Osomatsu's jacket and pulled the card out like some magician.
"There it is!" Osomatsu removed his hands and snatched the card up.
Ichimatsu pressed a hand to the wall, eyes closing, while Osomatsu opened the door. Well, tried to open it.
Osomatsu stared at the lock. There was no place to put the key! As if his fingers could find what his eyes couldn't see, he felt all over it. No slot whatsoever. He looked to Ichimatsu in desperation. Ichimatsu blinked his eyes open to give him a look.
Do I look like I know how to do that shit?
Osomatsu could hear it! Drunk twin telepathy! Well, he frowned in thought. They were sextuplets but this involved just two of them. Were they considered twins when the others weren't present? Or were they always sextuplets?
"Damnit," Ichimatsu grunted, snatching the card from Osomatsu when he paused for far too long.
Ichimatsu went through much of the same steps, checking for the slot that hadn't appeared yet. He even went over it again, just to be sure. Frustration bubbled to the surface. He was freezing in the hallway of a love hotel with his brother for christ's sake! The least the universe could do was let them in before their balls froze off.
"Open already!"
When the door refused to budge, Ichimatsu threw the key at it. The plastic card pinged off the handle. A click sounded and the small light lit up blue. In a rush, they both gripped the handle, hands on top of each other's.
"Your hand is cold," Ichimatsu snapped, shaking off Osomatsu. "Go get the card."
And then they were finally in their sanctuary. Or hell. The room was clearly in a love hotel. There was a mirror above the bed and more along a wall. A TV was placed on a simple table. A bottle of lube was conveniently placed beside the bed. Two yukata were laid out on the bed, inviting, promising warmth. And other things, under very different circumstances.
The first thing Ichimatsu did was kick off his one shoe and head straight to the thermostat. He cranked up the heat, needing to feel his feet now.
Osomatsu, on the other hand, was just trying to remain standing. He glanced down at his shoes, forlornly. Ichimatsu was so lucky. He didn’t have to worry about removing two shoes! Alongside the laces and socks! It wasn't fair, in his opinion.
Resigned to his fate, Osomatsu used the wall as support while he attempted to lift a leg and work on the laces. He tugged on all the ends he could find and, still, the knot stayed stubbornly in place. His next course of action was to attempt to toe the sneakers off but the double knot foiled him once more.
Ichimatsu had the right idea. Sandals from now on.
Becoming increasingly frustrated, he bent over so both hands could combat the mistakes sober him had made. However, the second his head moved downward, the world blurred like a merry-go-round. Something warm and threatening slid up his throat. Beer and acid sizzled at the back of his tongue.
Nope, uh uh, Osomatsu was not going to make a party foul here of all places. In order to save his reputation of being a functional alcoholic, he finally crumbled to the floor. He would have never lived it down. Ichimatsu would love every second of retelling the story to their brothers, too. Screw telling them he’d gotten laid, Ichimatsu would probably spin some tale where he vomited before he lost his virginity and the girl bolted.
He still had to remove his damn shoes. He was starting to give up on that too. Osomatsu plucked at the knot desperately, wanting to get warm, wanting to get out of his wet clothes—
“Here.”
Ichimatsu lazily tossed a yukata in Osomatsu’s vague direction. Of course, with the alcohol messing up his aim, it ended up landing on Osomatsu’s head instead.
“Hey!”
“Shut up, just get changed.”
"But Ichimacchan!” Osomatsu whined and Ichimatsu rolled his eyes, knowing what was coming. “Niichan's tired!"
"Die then.”
Osomatsu bellyached some more but Ichimatsu ignored him, settling for getting out of his own clothes. He tugged off his waterlogged hoodie, dropping it unceremoniously to the floor. His undershirt was next, making a sharp slap sound on impact. The cold dug its claws deeper, bringing chill bumps up and down his arms. Water dripped from his hair and down his neck, leaving him shivering even more violently.
Ichimatsu ran his hands through the strands, tousling it. He didn’t notice Osomatsu peeking out from under the robe, having forgotten to remove it entirely. His hands reached for his shoelaces at the same time Ichimatsu tucked his thumbs into his waistband.
Osomatsu could see Ichimatsu’s skin pebbling visibly, his nipples erect, and his abdomen quivering in obvious shivers. They’d have to crawl under the blankets as soon as they changed clothes. And they would be practically naked. Osomatsu was feeling warm now, at least. His navel blossomed with it. Maybe the heat had finally kicked in. Smart thinking, Ichimatsu.
Osomatsu had just managed to untie one shoe when Ichimatsu’s pants dropped to the floor and there was nothing underneath. Cock out for the whole world to see. But he was the world. His foot jolted. The freed sneaker flew, ricocheted off the door, and returned to slug him right in the nuts.
“What are you doing?” Ichimatsu called, tying the sash for the yukata around his waist.
“Dying,” Osomatsu croaked from where he’d collapsed in pain, hands clutching his crotch.
"Idiot."
Ichimatsu shuffled over and grabbed Osomatsu’s ankle. The eldest yelped, squirming; but Ichimatsu held fast and focused on removing the last stubborn footwear. Socks soon followed, being dropped next to the shoes.
“Sit up,” he ordered.
Osomatsu made a note of complaint but complied, the robe finally slipping from his head. Ichimatsu worked on his sleeves next, tugging on the ends, until Osomatsu’s arms were free. Ichimatsu wrenched the wet sweatshirt over his head. Osomatsu shivered as knuckles unknowingly dragged up his sides and over his ribs.
"Think you can stand?”
“Can you?”
Ichimatsu considered that. No, he supposed he wasn’t very sturdy on his feet. Taking off his pants had been a massive pain in the ass. But it was clear Osomatsu was done trying, his patience while drunk was pretty limited.
Ichimatsu swayed to his feet with a grunt, shoulder bouncing off the wall.
“Just… try,” he said lamely, holding his hands out.
“Fine…” Osomatsu grasped his hands; and, together, they managed to pull him to his feet. “N-now what?”
“Hands against the wall.” Ichimatsu had no idea what he was doing.
“Oh?” A mischievous look crossed Osomatsu’s face as he planted his hands on either side of Ichimatsu’s head. “Then what, sir?”
“And then I’m going to help your dumbass take your pants off,” Ichimatsu expressed hotly, cheeks burning, as he reached for Osomatsu’s waistband.
Osomatsu tracked Ichimatsu as he worked on the button first, metal slipped through the loop, knuckles grazed his abdomen. Had they ever done this before? He wondered. Undressed? Each other? Probably. But had it been like this? Brows pressed together, hands shaky and slow, hearts pounding, breath heavy.
No. Osomatsu didn’t think so.
The sound of the teeth coming apart filled their ears, one zip at a time. Ichimatsu could feel a blazing warmth on the back of his hand as the zipper fully opened. Swallowing thickly, Ichimatsu tugged on Osomatsu’s belt loops, wiggling them down his hips. After a certain point, Osomatsu had to take over, stepping on the bottom of the jeans, until they pooled at his feet.
Ichimatsu pressed his head back against the wall, putting a little bit of distance between them. Osomatsu gazed back at him, their breath mingling. He looked away with a scowl, feeling hot all of a sudden.
Had he turned the heat up too high? He’d have to check that before heading to bed. He didn’t want to wake up sweating his ass off. Pretty sure that was a perfect recipe for getting sick and dying.
“Got your underwear?” he asked, needing to disperse the weird atmosphere.
“I’m not the one that went commando.”
And, of course, Osomatsu would just bring them right back into the thick of it.
“Shut up,” Ichimatsu cringed. “I always do. Now can you take your own underwear off or not, Shitty Eldest?”
“Don’t think so,” Osomatsu shrugged. “So, you’re always naked underneath?”
“It’s not— everyone’s naked underneath their clothes, jackass,” Ichimatsu snapped.
“Yeah but you’re extra naked,” Osomatsu pointed out, dropping down to his elbows, closing in.
And then Osomatsu was suddenly toppling into the opposite wall, sternum aching from the force at which he was knocked back. His head was a little muffled on how that had transpired. Brain lagging as it tried to go back a few seconds.
“Hurry up and change,” Ichimatsu kicked the yukata in his direction.
“But—” Ichimatsu was already fleeing to the bed, disappearing under the covers.
Osomatsu wasn’t too sure how he managed to slip out of his moist underwear and into the yukata but, soon, he was joining his brother. He laid there, feeling their combined body heat start to fill up the space. Feeling returned to his extremities with a tingling static. Shivers subsided into the occasional chatter of teeth and tremors.
And then the boredom set in.
“This sucks,” Osomatsu slurred, cheek smooshed against the pillow.
“Shut up,” Ichimatsu suggested, facing away from him.
“But I’m bored,” he prodded.
“Try sleeping.”
“Too drunk. I’ll be hungover if I go to bed now,” Osomatsu explained, spotting something on the nightstand that would be quite helpful. “Let’s just watch something on TV.”
Neither one thought too much of it until Osomatsu had pressed the button.
The TV hummed to life and then a new sound filled the room, loud and echoing.
Faster, oh, fu-fuck! Fuck me, fuck me harder—
Ichimatsu launched himself at Osomatsu, aiming straight for the remote.
There was a struggle. It wasn’t like Osomatsu didn’t want to turn it off. Watching porn with his brothers was a line he wasn’t even willing to cross. However, Ichimatsu had come at him so quickly that his big brother instincts kicked in.
Ichimatsu’s fist accidentally collided with his jaw, his knee buried itself into Ichimatsu’s stomach in retaliation. Ichimatsu smacked the remote out of Osomatsu’s hand in a lucky shot. It flew across the room and shattered on impact. They both stared, flabbergasted.
I’m c-co-cumming~ cooed in the background.
Ichimatsu collapsed onto the pillows, hands covering his face.
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Sorry,” Osomatsu said sheepishly. “H-hey, at least it looks like decent porn!”
Ichimatsu groaned along with the woman on the screen, both somehow sounding risque to Osomatsu's ears. Turning it off manually was out of the question. Neither were willing to leave the confines of their haven just yet. They probably wouldn't have made it without falling on their drunk asses anyway.
The sounds from the TV — moaning, slapping, groaning, sloppy sounds — had a warmth curling in his stomach. Even while refusing to look, his dick steadily rose as if trying to catch a peek for itself. He definitely needed to make sure he never went drinking with Osomatsu again.
“She’s really going to town on this guy,’ Osomatsu spoke up suddenly, seemingly in awe.
“You’re watching it?” Ichimatsu demanded, shifting awkwardly to hide his boner. Pleasure sang down his body, urging him to reach down and—
“I wasn’t trying to!” he defended weakly. “I couldn’t help— holy, what is she even doing with her mouth?”
Automatically, before he could even register that the question had been more rhetorical in nature, Ichimatsu had removed his hand to catch a glimpse at the screen.
The woman was sucking cock with enthusiasm. Her fist pumped the man’s length, twisting towards the top. Her tongue would swirl around the head before diving back down and burying her nose in his pubes once more. Slurps and other obscene (gasping) sounds filled the room, more powerful now that there were images to go with them.
Cheeks burning, breath quickening, Ichimatsu couldn’t look away. The man wrapped the woman’s hair around his wrist and tugged. Ichimatsu almost moaned alongside her.
“Bet that feels amazing.”
"Mhm…" Ichimatsu agreed.
Not that he wanted to think about it. His dick was starting to ache, demanding relief. Maybe he could do it discreetly. Roll on his side and do his best to keep his movements slow.
Osomatsu did not have such concerns. Ichimatsu's eyes left the screen to follow Osomatsu's hand under the blankets. His dick was obviously hard, a small tent forming where it stood at attention, and then his hand joined it.
It moved steadily but Ichimatsu knew. His brother's quiet gasp was proof enough. He ripped his eyes away and rolled away with it until he was on his side, at the edge of the bed, mouth dry, cock hardening further.
"Hey." Osomatsu was suddenly there, spooning him, dick pressed against the small of his back. It throbbed with his heartbeat. "You're hard too, right?"
They were hanging from a precipice, swinging on a fraying rope. One wrong move would saw the cord and send them toppling into the ravine below, unable to make it back.
"No," he breathed, struggling to hold himself back, to stop wanting to shove his dick down Osomatsu's throat until he choked.
Air punched out of Ichimatsu's lungs, a shiver running up his spine, as Osomatsu's hand slipped around his waist to palm his erection through the folds of silk.
"Liar," Osomatsu hissed, tongue dipping into the folds of his ear. His dick twitched against his hand. Osomatsu scooted closer, grinding his hips against his body.
He groped for the sash of Ichimatsu’s yukata and tugged. The cloth loosened and his hand explored further, anticipations swelling in both of their guts. The first hesitant touch to the velvety skin of cock was the final straw, the misstep that caused the rope to finally snap.
Ichimatsu elbowed him in the gut. He recoiled, trying to move out of hitting range, but then Ichimatsu was throwing his leg over him. He straddled him and Osomatsu couldn't look away.
His yukata had slid off his shoulders but hung stubbornly to the crook of his arms. Osomatsu’s eyes tracked down to examine the body that was similar to his own but still different. Soft edges, plush hips, flat but not hardened stomach, flushed red cock.
He wanted to explore every dip and valley with his tongue.
Osomatsu met his brother's eyes — pupils now having thinned into sharp slits — as Ichimatsu carefully opened his yukata up for him. Exposed, Ichimatsu couldn't help but lean down for a taste.
Osomatsu moaned underneath him, squirming, hands going to his hips, as he sucked and tongued at the delicate skin of his neck. Their dicks pressed together, pleasure digging its claws in.
Ichimatsu’s kisses turned into bites, hard enough to bruise and bleed. His hand slipped between their bodies to wrap his fingers around both their lengths.
Bucking into the hold, Osomatsu cried out. Ichimatsu rumbled a pleased sound against his skin, pumping their weeping cocks with the experience of a chronic masturbater.
Their breathing started to become heavier, soft sounds slipping from their parted lips. The moaning from the TV only encouraged what was going on between them, building the fire to overwhelming heights.
Ichimatsu's teeth suddenly dug into the sensitive nub of his nipple. Osomatsu yelped but his hips jerked faster and Ichimatsu's hand moved more urgently.
Thinking rationally was no longer possible. An orgasm was fast approaching, for both of them, and they were determined to reach that finish line.
Their lips met, open-mouthed and vibrating with sounds neither had heard from the other before. Bodies tensed and shook, the beginnings of unraveling. They whispered nonsense words that neither of them could hear as they stared into each other’s eyes.
And then, finally, the world bled into white as they were rocked with orgasms that put all others to shame. Their eyes rolled back, mouths opened in twin sounds of pleasure. They succumbed to the abyss.
It took a moment.
But, second by second, they slowly returned to their tingly and sensitive skin. Ichimatsu became aware of Osomatsu’s lips first. They trailed down from his mouth to his jaw, sucking and punching the skin just slightly.
The second thing was the damn TV.
The porn was still playing. Women and men were moaning together in what was probably a massive orgy. Ichimatsu didn’t care beyond the fact it irritated him to the max.
Osomatsu whined needily as Ichimatsu rolled off of him suddenly. He tried to reach for him but it slipped away so easily. He groaned and rubbed his face. His drunken mind couldn’t fathom why Ichimatsu would pull away now.
The fizz and pop of Ichimatsu jerking the plug straight out of the wall, though, had Osomatsu looking back up. He now stood at the edge of the bed, naked fully now. He stared down at Osomatsu with such a hunger that he wondered if he would devour him.
Ichimatsu shamelessly tracked his eyes down his brother’s body. Osomatsu’s yukata was parted, legs open invitingly, dick still firm and red. He fell to his knees in front of him, like a worshipper praying to a god, and buried his nose into his groin, blazing cock against his cheek, smearing cum on his cheekbones. He breathed in the unique musk that could only be Osomatsu.
Sweat, beer, and salt. The new scent of sex mingled into his normal scent, filling his senses, sweeping him back into the heat of the moment.
Osomatsu’s breath hitched, legs widening even further, as Ichimatsu’s tongue flattened against the thin skin. Dragging it up, savoring the taste, he sucked harshly on a jutting hip bone.
“Ichimatsu…” Osomatsu gasped out, head falling back against the pillows.
Ichimatsu shuddered uncontrollably. His name sounded different, foreign. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the situation, but he wanted to hear more of it. He moved his mouth a short distance to Osomatsu’s cock. His scent only thickened, his thighs quivered visibly, and then Ichimatsu sucked lightly on the base.
“Fffucckkk,” Osomatsu hissed out, back-arching, hand finding the back of Ichimatsu’s head, guiding him upward.
Ichimatsu trailed his tongue up, smearing through cum that covered the length, and then took the head into his mouth. He groaned along with Osomatsu as he took more and more of the hardened length.
Osomatsu had never experienced pleasure like this. He couldn’t have prepared for it, defend against it. It didn’t matter that it was his brother sucking him off. His body lit up, nerve endings igniting like fireworks across his skin, cock so sensitive it was overwhelming. His hips jerked forward and his cock filled Ichimatsu to the brim. He took it easily, groaning loudly again, slobbering freely. His throat relaxed, jaw widening, to take the full girth of it.
Ichimatsu sunk even further, engulfed him, nose pressing against his pelvis. Osomatsu trembled, teeth digging into his knuckles, to control himself. From what, he wasn’t sure. They had clearly already gone too far. What was there to hold back from?
When Ichimatsu finally moved, Osomatsu's vision spotted with a kaleidoscope of colors. Ichimatsu sucked cock like he’d done it before. Each bob sent the head straight to the back of his throat and the younger didn’t gag even once. If Osomatsu had two brain cells to rub together, he probably would have been suspicious.
Instead, he tangled his fingers into Ichimatsu’s hair and thrust upwards.
Ichimatsu muffled out a moan, eyes fluttering, as his air was cut off, airway blocked by cock. It was a sensation he loved immensely. He relented to Osomatsu, letting the eldest set the pace. For now. Osomatsu rammed his dick deeper and harder, hurling full sprint into another orgasm.
He could feel his cock swelling on his tongue, could feel it in the ache of his jaw. skin tightening. He was so close and Ichimatsu knew just the way to tip him over the edge.
Dipping his fingers through saliva and cooling cum, he moved it between Osomatsu’s cheeks and pressed against his hole. The threat of a breach was enough. The man jerked and released in a thick gush. Cum filled Ichimatsu’s mouth, shot down his throat and choked him. He welcomed the sensation. Eyes closed, shuddering at the euphoria of the moment, he slipped his finger inside the wet, tight cavern of Osomatsu. He found that magical bundle of nerves easily.
“Fuck!” Osomatsu’s head snapped back, body quaking.
Hips grinding down on the finger, though, chasing that pleasurable pain. Ichimatsu licked Osomatsu’s cock clean with his tongue, being slow and deliberate with each stroke. Between the finger and his tongue, Osomatsu’s body was on fire. It was too much but also not enough.
Ichimatsu slipped a second finger inside, stretching him, eyes rising to watch intently. Osomatsu was moaning above him, face red, eyes tearing up slightly, hands in his hair. It was the most beautiful sight Ichimatsu had ever seen. It prompted him to make him even more crazy. His mouth left his cock to shift further down. His tongue joined his fingers at his hole, both shoving inside at the same time.
Ichimatsu moaned between his cheeks at the sound Osomatsu unleashed. It wasn’t long before he could add a third finger, a fourth finger, and Osomatsu’s ass seemed to suck him back, convulsing around his tongue.
“You sound like a whore,” Ichimatsu breathed out, tongue retreating, the strange taste lingering on his tongue. “Are you my whore, Osomatsu-niisan?”
Osomatsu merely whined in response, squirming his ass, demanding more. He knew, vaguely, that Ichimatsu was preparing him to be fucked. He never thought he would be a bottom but, in this moment, he wanted nothing more than to have a dick in his ass.
Ichimatsu worked on him, digging deep, pressing against his prostate repeatedly. He was starting to leak precum again and Ichimatsu lapped it up, humming quietly. He fucked him with fingers and saliva, stretching him, making him lose his mind. It wasn’t long before he was begging, leg hooking over his shoulder and tugging him forward. Ichimatsu chuckled and stood.
He reached over for the lube on the table and Osomatsu watched, eyes widening. His body was humming, singing loud enough for both of them to hear. With one leg over his shoulder, the other around his waist, Ichimatsu lubed up his cock thoroughly.
And then he pressed forward.
Osomatsu’s body refused entry at first. Ichimatsu pressed his forehead to Osomatsu’s calf, kissing the soft skin, thumb rubbing at the top of Osomatsu’s hole. His cock, finally, eased inside. Once it slipped past the tight ring of muscle, Ichimatsu had to stop. It was wet and warm and tight. He thought he was going to burst. Osomatsu gasping wildly, eyes blinking blindly at the ceiling, hands twisted into the sheets, didn’t help.
Ichimatsu stared at him, enamored. Osomatsu’s eyes fluttered, his leg tightening around his waist, urging him to continue. When Ichimatsu sheathed fully inside him, they both groaned, feeling like they’d finally come home.
“M-move!” Osomatsu demanded, blabbering, begging. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck—”
Ichimatsu surged forward. Osomatsu yelled, hands ripping the comforter from its perfectly tucked-in position. He bit down onto the fabric, wet eyes meeting Ichimatsu’s. Then he was grabbing at him, cupping the back of his neck, and tugging him down. In a surprising feat of strength and flexibility, his leg pressing against his chest, Osomatsu kissed Ichimatsu fully and lustfully on the lips.
It shocked him, a zing of something new in his blood. He opened his mouth, quickly deepening the kiss. Ichimatsu could taste the cheap cigarettes and booze on his tongue. He’d gotten a sample before but now the flavor filled his mouth, seemingly mixing with his own, becoming a part of him.
Osomatsu gasped sharply at another thrust against his prostate and bit down on Ichimatsu’s lip hard enough to draw blood. Ichimatsu groaned into it, copper mixing into the cocktail Of Osomatsu.
Osomatsu’s other hand came up, gripping Ichimatsu’s head like a vice. He devoured Ichimatsu’s mouth, tongue flicking up against his palette, pushing deep as if to try and choke him. He moaned and panted, saliva smearing between them. Ichimatsu gave a particularly hard thrust.
Osomatsu hissed, teeth digging into his tongue. Ichimatsu jerked but Osomatsu dragged him back in. The kiss was rough now, hands twisting and tugging Ichimatsu’s hair like reigns. His hips started to match Ichimatsu’s, working seamlessly together, as if they’d done this before.
Ichimatsu felt his orgasm building like a crescendo, cresting and crashing over him. It struck him suddenly and he froze, his cock emptying his contents into the warm confines of Osomatsu. Osomatsu wasn’t done with him. Not yet.
Ichimatsu found himself pressed against the sheets now. He was transfixed as Osomatsu shifted on his knees to lower himself back on Ichimatsu’s cock. Ichimatsu whined, hands grasping at Osomatsu’s thighs, cutting trails into the skin.
Hands brought Ichimatsu back up to him, kissing him once more, as he started riding him. Bouncing on his cock like a pro, Ichimatsu ascended. He unraveled, mind becoming disconnected from a body overstimulated. He was struggling but Osomatsu didn’t let up.
He could feel it. It was right there, he just needed that one final push. In a stroke of genius, he released Ichimatsu from the kiss to direct him further down. He understood once his lips touched the head of Osomatsu’s cock. He opened wide and took him inside. Osomatsu moaned, rocking fiercely, dick in his ass, his dick in Ichimatsu’s mouth.
And then he crashed over the edge. He shouted. Ichimatsu’s name? The scores of prior horse races? He would never remember but Ichimatsu drank his cum for the second time that night, taking all of it, smearing only a few drops against his lips.
They both collapsed. Ichimatsu on the bed and Osomatsu onto Ichimatsu’s chest. The cock slipped out of them, causing one final shudder between them, and then they settled. Osomatsu’s lips traced Ichimatsu’s shoulder, moving up his neck, to find his lips once more. They kissed, making out softly, feeling the world spin from the adrenaline and alcohol running rampant in their system.
Eventually, they relaxed entirely, slipping into blissful unconsciousness, having no qualms of what awaited them in the morning.