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"It's too hot today!" Aoba whined, opening the door of the freezer in the kitchen.
"Yeah, it's forty degrees outside," Koujaku answered, sitting at the table.
Aoba bent over slightly to open the drawer of the freezer, "Koujaku do you want a popsicle?"
Koujaku didn't answer.
"Koujaku?" Aoba repeated.
"Ah, sorry," Koujaku apologized. He caught himself staring at Aoba's body for the third time today.
He couldn't help it. Aoba's shorts were too short, when he bent over, they rode up and revealed the underside of his buttcheeks. He felt ashamed of how his body reacted to it, but it was hard not to stare.
"You're too distracted today," Aoba said, handing Koujaku a popsicle. He opened his own and took it in his mouth.
"Yeah sorry, just thinking about stuff," Koujaku answered, tearing his eyes away from Aoba's lips which were delicately wrapped around the popsicle.
Koujaku felt like a giant pervert paying attention to small stuff like this. He licked his own popsicle to distract himself.
His cock twitched in his pants as Aoba darted his tongue out to lick the bottom of the popsicle, as it was melting.
Shit, that tongue must feel amazing.
Aoba glanced at Koujaku quickly and shoved the popsicle deep into his mouth, slurping on the juices louder than he intended, which made Koujaku wonder if Aoba was putting on a show for him on purpose?
He was sweating, his cock was fully hard in his pants, it was starting to feel uncomfortable, fortunately it wasn't visible under the table.
"Koujaku, what's wrong?" Aoba asked, "you're sweating a lot," he got up from his chair, reaching out to touch Koujaku's sweat on his face, rubbing it off gently.
"Aoba," Koujaku whispered, Aoba's hand felt cool on his burning face. He didn't even want to think of how good that hand would feel somewhere else.
"I need to use the bathroom," Koujaku said, getting to his feet and heading to the bathroom. Aoba just stood there, confused.
Even though he knew that no matter how many times he'd jerk off in Aoba's bathroom, he doubted that it would calm him down.
—
At night, after Aoba took a shower, he dried his body with a towel, put on his underwear and draped a short towel around his shoulders, his hair dripping wet. He left the steamy bathroom and headed to his bedroom.
Koujaku was lying on Aoba's bed, fumbling with his coil. He brought his attention to Aoba as soon as he entered the room.
Aoba opened his wardrobe to pick a tank top and wore it, his back facing Koujaku.
Koujaku gulped, Aoba was casually in his underwear with him, he couldn't help staring up and down his long beautiful legs, his shapely ass, his waist, and his hair…
"Aoba, you should dry your hair!" Koujaku whined.
"I hate drying it, it just becomes a frizzy tangled mess," Aoba said with a sigh, giving his wet hair a small shake.
"Just come here, I'll dry it for you, give me a brush."
"Are you sure? It's too sensitive…"
"It's okay, I'll be gentle," Koujaku assured with a laugh.
"Okay." Aoba walked towards him and sat on the bed, his back facing Koujaku. He turned his head to the side slightly, with a smile, he said "I'm trusting you with my hair."
That last sentence did things to Koujaku's heart. Even though he heard that sentence many times by his clients, it never meant to him much as much as Aoba saying it.
With a sheepish smile, "I'm glad," was all Koujaku could say. He took the small towel from Aoba.
He patted the towel on the ends of Aoba's hair very carefully, gradually going up towards his scalp. Aoba shivered when the towel dragged by his neck and ears, these were sensitive places for him.
"Everything okay?" Koujaku asked in a gentle tone.
"Yeah, I'm fine…" Aoba said, blushing.
Koujaku raked his fingers through Aoba's hair, enchanted, working his slight knots free so he wouldn't hurt Aoba when he would brush his hair. After he removed all the knots, he started brushing Aoba's pretty long hair with care.
"You're so good at this…" Aoba sighed, relaxing his shoulders. Koujaku smiled at the compliment, the brush moved in slow, gentle strokes.
"Your hair is so beautiful…" Koujaku whispered.
Aoba was casually in his underwear and with nothing else on but a tank top, letting Koujaku brush his hair and touch it, giving him full control even though he didn't trust anyone with his hair.
Koujaku didn't want to let himself imagine what if they were dating…
When Koujaku finished brushing his hair, Aoba turned to look at him.
"Thank you," he said with a lazy, relaxed smile. Koujaku found it so cute and endearing.
Aoba crawled underneath the sheets, shifting more towards the wall so he would leave enough space for Koujaku next to him.
Koujaku wasn't about to risk it today and sleep next to him, he didn't want to think of the consequences–the feeling of Aoba's warm skin sticking to his under the sheets, oh god. He has suffered enough today.
"Aoba," Koujaku said, "mind if I slept on the couch downstairs?"
Aoba's smile disappeared.
"...why?"
"It's too hot and we'd get sticky, I don't want to bother you," Koujaku tried to phrase it as kindly as possible, not wanting to upset Aoba.
"Koujaku, what's wrong?" Aoba asked in a hurt tone, sitting up, "you always sleep with me in the same bed when you come over…"
"It's nothing, Aoba, I just don't wan–"
"You're acting really strange today…" Aoba said with a pout, standing on his knees, placing a hand on Koujaku's shoulder.
Koujaku didn't know how to answer so he kept quiet, his heart hammering in his chest. This was so not like him, he has always been the guy who made women swoon, yet here he was blushing, unable to look Aoba in the eye.
"Koujaku," Aoba whispered, "You're–you're…" He pointed at Koujaku's lower half.
Oh shit.
Placing his shaky hand on Koujaku's thigh, near the visible tent in his pants, Koujaku shivered at his touch.
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I–I couldn't hold it in," Koujaku said in shame, he was ashamed once again by his own perverted body. "I'll go take care of it," he moved to get up but Aoba stopped him.
"No wait!" Aoba said, "what exactly…made you like that?" He asked like he didn't know the answer.
Koujaku gulped. He opened his mouth to speak, words coming out before he could stop them.
"You, Aoba."
Aoba blushed, he felt his cheeks heat up, an awkward tension filled the air, making Koujaku regret what he said. By saying that, he just sounded so desperate, so shameful, which was, as he thought, a very sad thing for a man his age.
After a long pause, Aoba opened his mouth to speak, "If I'm the reason that you…you got like this then mayb–"
"I'm sorry, Aoba, I really am," Koujaku interrupted, "it's wrong I know, please just forget about it..."
"Koujaku," Aoba said with a giggle, trying to cover his mouth to muffle the sound, but it was too late.
"What?" Koujaku asked, sounding almost offended.
"N–nothing, I just...I've never seen you like this before," Aoba said in between giggles.
"You enjoy seeing me suffer, don't you?" Koujaku asked with a dramatic, pained smile.
"No, no," Aoba laughed, smiling widely, "it's just not the Koujaku-san I know!" he said with a high, girly voice. Koujaku couldn't help but laugh too, Aoba's smile was so contagious and beautiful.
"You're unbelievable."
"I thought you liked girls only," Aoba said with a teasing smile.
"That's what I thought too, until I saw you," Koujaku answered, all confident.
"Oh you're so smooth," Aoba replied sarcastically, unimpressed, "anyways..." he murmured with a playful smile, "you clearly need help with your problem."
It didn't come out as smooth as Aoba hoped, but whatever.
"Aoba," Koujaku whispered. Just seeing Aoba's breathtaking smile kept him going
The feeling of love and lust towards Aoba killed him, no woman he ever slept with was able to fully satisfy him, nothing he ever did was able to help him forget how Aoba made him feel.
He loved and he wanted Aoba.
"Aoba, I want to..." Koujaku whispered, gripping the sheets too hard his fingers turned white.
"Hm? What do you want?" Aoba asked softly, tilting his head to the side. He already knew the answer, but he chose to play innocent.
"I want to touch you so badly," Koujaku said in a deep voice dripping with desire, "if I don't, I might seriously go insane."
Aoba visibly shook at his words.
"Then touch me," Aoba invited, with a coquettish smile.
Koujaku couldn't believe it. He looked up at him, lifting his shaky hands and placing them on Aoba's waist, his top was lifted up a little, which allowed Koujaku to touch his warm skin.
Aoba gazed down at him through his thick beautiful eyelashes. He placed each leg on either side of Koujaku, standing on his knees.
"Come on," Aoba said, "touch me the way you want."
Koujaku bit his lip, slipping both his hands underneath Aoba's tank top, feeling over his flat stomach, going higher towards his pecs. He squeezed both pecs, they weren't too big, but Koujaku still enjoyed touching them. Circling Aoba's areolas, he rolled his thumb over his nipples over and over, keeping his gaze on Aoba's pretty face.
"Ahh…" Aoba gasped softly as his nipples were toyed with.
"Oh, these are quite sensitive, aren't they?" Koujaku murmured with a smirk, tugging on Aoba's cute nipples. He was sure they were pink by now from his assault.
Koujaku hooked his fingers into the hem of Aoba's tank top, lifting it up until it revealed his assaulted pink nipples.
"Look what you did to me," Aoba said softly with a pout, looking down at his own nipples, "do you want to to kiss them better?
"Fuck," Koujaku murmured under his breath, when Aoba talked like that, it messed with his head. His erection was literally leaking, sticking to his boxers. He dragged his nose along Aoba's breastbone, inhaling his scent like he was obsessed.
Aoba bit his lip, he had never seen Koujaku this worked up, it was so hot and sexy. It gave him a surge of confidence to know that he's the reason why Koujaku was so hot and bothered.
He leaned his chest closer to Koujaku's mouth in a teasing way, Koujaku immediately took a nipple into his mouth, kissing it, laving his tongue over it. It was hard to refrain himself from biting him.
Koujaku's hands went from his chest to his back slowly, sliding them lower to his main target, Aoba's beautiful ass. He grabbed Aoba's full and thick cheeks in his palms, kneading the soft fat.
"Ah, about time, I thought you weren't gonna touch my ass," Aoba purred, pushing his ass more against Koujaku's hands.
"I could never, not when it's so big and round and fantastic," Koujaku replied with a smirk, smacking his cheeks, "I was preparing myself mentally, knowing that if I grabbed it too soon, I'd come in my underwear immediately."
You just don't know the effect you have on me.
"Lie back," Aoba tilted his head to the side with a cheeky grin, Koujaku gulped and did as told, Aoba moved to sit onto Koujaku's lap, right over his massive bulge.
"Oh god, what are you doing?" Koujaku groaned, it was so fucking teasing to feel Aoba's soft, warm and heavy asscheeks pressing down his clothed erection.
"It's so big," Aoba let out a giggle and wiggled his hips a bit, shifting against Koujaku's hard cock, loving how much it turned Koujaku on, he kept moving his hips sinfully.
"You damn tease," Koujaku growled, Koujaku hooked his thumb in the waistband of Aoba's boxers, pushing them down, revealing his crack a little. Growing impatient, he slid his hands into Aoba's shorts and gripped his bare ass with harshness, feeling his soft skin. Aoba placed his hands on Koujaku's chest, letting Koujaku touch him to his heart's content.
They were too close, there was just one thing missing.
"Aoba, come closer," Koujaku whispered.
Aoba did, leaning down towards Koujaku's face, letting Koujaku pull him into a passionate kiss.
Their kisses were soft and sweet, but it didn't take long before they turned filthy and desperate.
"Mmm…" Aoba hummed in the kiss, burying his fingers into Koujaku's hair, pressing his body against his.
Koujaku tilted his head to the side and plunged his tongue into his mouth, their tongues danced together, tasting each other, devouring each other like they were starved.
Their lips separated slowly.
Aoba got off Koujaku's lap and crawled between his legs, reaching over to trace his finger lightly over his clothed erection, passing right over the wet stain. He gripped Koujaku's erection through his pants, squeezing its length, feeling how long and thick it was.
When Aoba noticed Koujaku's breathing was getting heavier, he stopped his movements.
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Koujaku's pants, looking up at him, "can I…?" he asked in an innocent voice.
"God yes, I'm begging," Koujaku almost moaned.
Aoba grinned and dipped his fingers into the waistband of his pants and lowered them, Koujaku's erection sprang out from his pants, hard and huge.
"Mmm, you're quite hung, aren't you?" Aoba murmured, biting his lip. He gripped Koujaku's cock with one hand, staring at its massive girth and length, sliding his other hand lower to hold his balls. Koujaku moaned just from having Aoba's soft hands on him.
Aoba smiled slyly and started stroking him from root to tip very slowly, smearing his precum all over his cock. Koujaku shut his eyes tightly, Aoba's hands felt so good around his cock, he wanted to come so badly.
Aoba grabbed the bottle of lotion on the bedside table, squirting a good amount into his palm and rubbing them together. Then he held Koujaku's cock with two hands, one at the base, one around the engorged tip, rubbing him up and down quickly.
"Uhh–Aoba if you do that, I'll come in seconds," Koujaku breathed, his hands gripping the sheets as if he was holding himself back, his breaths getting heavier as he neared his climax dangerously fast. "Ahh, fuck, Aoba, I'm about to–"
"Mm, no, not if I don't let you," Aoba replied with a cheeky smile, gripping on the base of his cock.
"God, Aoba, please," Koujaku whispered, his cock dripping onto Aoba's hands. Aoba giggled and started jerking him off again with both hands, they were slick and slippery with precum and lotion.
"But I'm enjoying watching your struggling sexy face," Aoba purred, forming a ring with his finger just underneath Koujaku's swollen tip, rubbing it with his thumb, "does it feel good?" Koujaku nodded with his eyes closed, his breath getting faster as Aoba stroked him, finally removing his hand from around the tip.
Koujaku moaned and came immediately, spurting against his own stomach, Aoba stroked him through it–he couldn't stop coming, pump after pump.
His chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, trying to recover from the intense orgasm he just had.
When he opened his eyes, he looked at Aoba, his face was totally red and his dick visibly stiff in his boxers. Koujaku smiled and sat up.
"Come here, sweetie," Koujaku cooed. He had something else in mind to get Aoba off, but since he looked so impatient…
Aoba turned and sat on Koujaku's lap backwards, his back resting on Koujaku's chest. Koujaku had to shift a little so he wouldn't end up with another erection.
A loud gasp escaped Aoba's lips as soon as Koujaku slipped his hand into his boxers to grip his cock, pulling it out. Smiling, he started pumping his cock in very slow and very tight strokes, swiping his thumb over the tip in circular motions.
"Mmmm! Faster!" Aoba moaned, moving into Koujaku's lap, trying to get him to stroke him faster. His cock was aching for release.
Koujaku tucked his face into Aoba's neck, breathing against it, he carefully cupped his balls with his other hand, quickening his strokes on Aoba's dick. It didn't take long to make him come, shooting a thick white rope, staining Koujaku's hand as he stroked him through his orgasm.
Aoba slumped against Koujaku, catching his breath, smoothing the hair off his sweating face.
Koujaku reached to the bedside table to grab some tissues, wiping his own hand and Aoba's stomach. He throw the dirty tissues in the bin then he laid back down next to Aoba, pulling the sheets over them both.
He couldn't believe what just happened.
—
Koujaku woke up with his body pressed to Aoba's back, his face buried in his hair and his dick was stiff against Aoba's ass. It was hot and they were sweaty.
"Calm your dick, jeez, it's only eight in the morning." Aoba said in a sleepy voice. His actions contradicted his words when he pressed his ass against Koujaku's groin.
"You're such a tease, you know that?" Koujaku groaned in his ear. He grabbed Aoba's hip, grinding against his ass, rubbing his clothed cock between Aoba's cheeks.
Aoba bit his lip, reaching behind himself to grab Koujaku's erection, giving it a squeeze, taking out Koujaku's dick from his boxers slightly, moving his wrist at a weird angle. Koujaku's tip smeared precum over the fabric of Aoba's boxers, slipping his dick under the hem of his boxers, gliding it over his asscheek.
"Mmm…" Aoba shivered at the feeling of Koujaku's hot, hard cock against his skin.
Koujaku had his hand under Aoba's t-shirt, toying with his nipple, pulling on it, moving the othet hand into Aoba's boxers. He took Aoba's dick in a tight fist, making him let out a loud gasp, stroking it at a slow pace.
"Mmmm…" Aoba moaned, his whole body shivered. Koujaku kept one hand moving on his dick, pinching his nipple with the other. He lowered his hand, giving his balls a gentle squeeze, sliding his fingers underneath it.
"Aoba…can I use my fingers too?" Koujaku asked with a hoarse voice, stroking Aoba's dick and massaging his taint lightly with his other hand.
"Ahh mmm, do whatever you want…"
Koujaku took his hand off his dick, slipping Aoba's boxers down. Then he grabbed the lotion, squirting a little amount on his fingers. He spread Aoba's legs, lifting up his leg, exposing his cute little hole, warmth pooled in his stomach at the sight. He brought his slick fingers over his hole, running his fingers lightly over it, tracing its shape.
Koujaku couldn't see Aoba's expression from where he was sitting, but he could see the side of Aoba's flushed cheek. Aoba'a llegs trembled as he rubbed over his hole, coating it with the slimy substance.
Slowly, he slid his finger into Aoba's tight hole, going deep inside him, feeling his warmth and tightness. Koujaku wiggled his finger inside, holding onto Aoba's cock, making him moan and squeeze around the finger inside him.
"You're so…" Koujaku whispered with a smirk, his dick twitching in his pants.
He massaged the soft flesh of his cock teasingly, adding another finger into his hole, sliding it deeper and scissoring his fingers. Aoba's hips bucked, grabbing the sheets.
Koujaku buried his face into Aoba's warm neck, jerking him off quickly, taking him by surprise. Aoba arched his back and breathed fast, he was caught off guard at the sudden change of tempo.
The older man kept stroking his dick, his precum dripping onto his hand. Aoba gasped loudly when Koujaku found his prostate, rubbing the pad of his fingers all over it, watching Aoba's whole body shivering under his touch.
"Kou–jaku! I'm–!"
Koujaku bit his lip, immediately grabbing the base of Aoba's dick firmly, preventing him from coming. Although he didn't stop moving his fingers inside.
Aoba didn't even have time to retort since Koujaku started jerking him off again, using his thumb to circle his swollen tip, attacking his prostate at the same time. Aoba's breaths started quickening again, tears running down his cheek, his precum covering Koujaku's hand.
And that was Koujaku's cue to grip his cock again, with an innocent smile on his face. Since Aoba wasn't saying exactly what he wanted, Koujaku was going to assume he didn't want it that badly.
Koujaku wanted to delay it as much as possible, because who knew if Aoba was going to let him do this again? The thought made him a little sad...
"You–!" Aoba grumbled, bunching the sheets in his fists. It was getting painful for him, he wanted to come!
"What's the matter, Aoba?" Koujaku murmured, keeping a firm grip on his cock.
"Nnnhh–!" Aoba moaned in frustration, humping Koujaku's hand.
Koujaku was having a hard time here, his dick leaking against the sheets.
He tugged on Aoba's cock, thrusting his fingers in and out his hole, applying pressure on his prostate. Aoba moaned loudly, his eyes tightly shut as he squirmed.
"Please let me cum! Don't ahh–don't ruin it!" Aoba begged, holding onto the sheets tightly, his breath quickening. Koujaku has never witnessed anything hotter than seeing Aoba beg, so desperate, so needy.
As he felt his orgasm approach, he couldn't control his voice, his dick was throbbing in Koujaku's hands, gripping the sheets tightly.
"Aaa–aaahh!" Aoba's back arched off the bed, coming loads into Koujaku's hand, tightening around Koujaku's fingers as he stroked his prostate. He squirmed and tightened around his fingers, panting fast, sweat running down his face.
Koujaku pressed against his prostate one last time and then slid his fingers out slowly.
Aoba was breathing fast, sweat running down his face, he fanned himself with his hand to cool down a little. Koujaku was suffering, his dick was fully erect, nudging Aoba's ass.
"You're so damn good at that," Aoba turned his face to look at him with a tired, sly smirk, it caught Koujaku off guard with how fetching it was, "your turn," he purred.
Aoba sat up and slid Koujaku's boxers lower. He was really, really hard, clear and watery precum coating his entire cock, just the mere view of it made Aoba salivate. He wrapped a hand around his cock, making Koujaku gasp, his hips jumped.
"Fuck, Aoba!"
Aoba grinned, starting to stroke him from base to tip, swiping his thumb over his slit to spread more of his precome over his wet cock.
"Hm? What's wrong, big guy?" Aoba asked with a playful grin, feeling happy with his revenge, squeezing Koujaku's cock.
"Nothing, mmm, I just want to come so badly," Koujaku said in between sighs, "your hands feel amazing."
"Let me pamper you properly," Aoba purred, "it's not everyday that I get to touch Koujaku-san's cock, y'know," he said it with a playful smile.
Before Koujaku could reply to that remark, Aoba dived in, giving kitten licks to his tip, lapping up his precum, savoring the salty taste of it before wrapping his lips around the head. His tongue poked against his slit and wiggled side to side, shoving his cock deeper into his mouth, tightening his grip around the base.
Koujaku groaned, tipping his head back. He swore that if it wasn't for the hand holding his dick tightly, he would've come long ago.
Hollowing out his cheeks and giving Koujaku's cock a hard suck, Aoba pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting to his tip. Aoba smiled up at him, sticking his plush and wet lips against his erection, trailing them down to his balls. He placed a few open mouthed kisses on his sweaty balls, lifting them up a little to lick behind him.
"Aoba, don't– not there– I'm sweaty," Koujaku said, his eyebrows pinched together in worry, but his eyes were obviously glossed over in lust, he was enjoying himself too much. Aoba didn't listen, gently massaging his balls and sucking on the soft skin behind them.
"I love the flavor," Aoba purred with a little smile on his face.
"Ahh, fuck, Aoba, I can't take it anymore–" Koujaku murmured in betweens hot moans, Aoba had a really vice grip on his cock.
Aoba’s cock stirred in his pants, he always fantasized about sitting on his knees before Koujaku and giving him a blowjob to blow his mind.
When he took him down his throat again, he started bobbing his head up and down quickly and sucking his impressive length down. Koujaku's cock filled his throat, yet he couldn't even take the entire cock in because it was too big.
He gagged and his eyes teared up as he deepthroated, but he endured it for the promise of tasting Koujaku’s come.
Without warning, he eased his grip around his cock and Koujaku moaned loudly, immediately spurting a thick and hot load down his throat. Aoba moaned and swallowed around him but he couldn't keep up anymore as Koujaku was coming too much, his cock releasing pump after pump.
"Mmmmphh!" Aoba hummed and dragged his lips up, just leaving the tip in, jerking Koujaku off, milking his cock dry with both his hand and lips, then he pulled off.
Koujaku opened his eyes, his chest heaving, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Aoba, who looked debauched with his gorgeous hazel eyes glossed over in lust, his soft pink lips covered with his come and saliva. His mouth was agape, trying to fill his lungs with air too.
"Did you like that?" Aoba asked breathlessly.
"Oh I loved it," Koujaku said, "I can't even move now," he continued with a satisfied grin, "but where the hell did you learn to do that?"