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Shu is a lethal anomaly that is a threat to the entire world. What he’s wearing right now, or actually, him right now in general is a sin. Something that shouldn’t be showcased to the eyes of the public, cause god damn.
Claude might just die tonight.
That sinful waist, the curves of his hips emphasized when he sways them to the beat of the music echoing off of the walls in this awfully tiny room. His sultry, dulcet voice being the only thing that processes through Claude’s ears. The long hair, looking all soft and cared for, scatters so beautifully across his shoulders.
And fuck, holy shit , that backless sweater dress.
Claude thinks he’s taking actual damage. Is he even allowed to look at the pale expanse of Shu’s naked back? It looks so small. From his broad shoulders down to his minuscule waist, venus dimples that could lure an entire army of men in.
Call Shu a siren, cause those looks and that voice would definitely reel Claude into his death tonight. It doesn’t help at all that his long, milky legs are exposed for the world to see. Toned just right, Claude wouldn’t mind if he could be trapped in between his thighs while he dines in.
But when Shu turns around, his smile brighter than any light in the glimmering city of Tokyo, Claude’s entire world stops.
Shu gazes down at him, eyes a gorgeous shade of amethyst that contrasts against his cool toned pale skin. He looks at Claude as if the latter hung the stars, sun, and moon, and he can only wonder if he deserves to be subject to that beautiful stare. His blonde fringe falls slightly onto his face from the long night of karaoke in celebration of Claude’s birthday, and the way it sticks onto his sweaty forehead drives Claude’s mind to places of nearly no return.
He feels so weak his drink might slip out of his grip.
And oh God, Shu is inching closer. Strides a little bit wobbly as a result from the alcohol, and he’s awfully cute. Too cute to be true. It feels like an angel is looming over him.
“Woah,” He murmurs, “Hey Claude …” His pretty little hand moves in a wave, pink nails dazzling in the light of the karaoke room. The way Shu says his name ignites a fire inside Claude that he fears will never end. Unspoken rizz my ass, he thinks, when even Shu saying one-word hits Claude like a truck.
Clearing his throat, Claude puts on a tight smile and greets him back, head turned up towards Shu from his seat in the booth, “Hey Shu, having fun?”
Shu looks as beautiful as ever, a feline-like grin worn on his face as his eyes close into crescents, pretty and long eyelashes following. He stumbles over to sit beside Claude in a doozy, pressing up against him, and the latter realizes his resolve might not be as strong as he initially thought. Claude’s skin must be painted red, given how clammy his hands have become from having Shu so close.
He smells awfully clean, a faint hint of a vanilla underlying behind his scent of fresh laundry, and all Claude wants is to indulge.
But Claude is a man. A man who will maintain his composure, even when in the presence of the most strikingly beautiful human being to ever step foot on earth.
Then he feels a soft head of hair land on his bare shoulder, moving until a warm cheek meets his skin, a muffled voice then enunciates, “Mm, yeah… I’m kind of eepy. But it’s your birthday,” The last sentence comes out in a pout. God, Shu is just too cute for his own good. His choice of vocabulary only lures Claude in more. And it just feels so perfect to have Shu next to him, Claude wonders if he’d be able to get away with subtly placing him onto his lap. Because he’s tired. That’s the only reason, Claude affirms himself.
Claude may be a man, but he cannot maintain his composure. Not when Shu is so close to him, touching him.
Despite Shu being taller than Claude by a mere 2 centimeters, he realizes just how small Shu feels next to him. His waist looks awfully tiny in his gray sweater dress, and Claude can only wonder if his fingertips would meet if he were to wrap his hands around it. Would he lean into his touch? God, there were so many questions Claude could only dream of them being answered.
“You sure? You’ve been going at it for quite a bit, it’s 10 o’clock at night. Don’t you want to go home?”
Shu immediately pouts, seemingly offended. His face is awfully close to Claude’s, leaning on his shoulder. His eyebrows furrow, “You don’t like spending time with me?”
Claude’s breath hitches in shock. “No, I love spending time with you— It’s just, you seem tired. So, you know, I don’t want to force you to do anything cause— Well. It’s dangerous outside, to go home in the city. In the cold and dark where mean, very mean people can come and kidnap you, and if you’re intoxicated and tired that means you have less of a defense! So really, I’m just looking out for you, Shu.”
The latter looks clueless as if he didn’t process anything from the blonde’s desperate ramble.
“So you do like spending time with me.”
Claude responds almost immediately with a choked-out, “Y-Yeah.”
“Then stay with me, Claudie bear . You’re strong enough to protect me, right? With your,” long fingers creep down Claude’s bicep, trailing along his well-earned muscles, “Strong arms, and big hands.” He then lets a drunken giggle out after, seemingly amused with himself.
Surely, Shu means it teasingly. There was no way his best friend of 12 years would unabashedly flirt with him, especially when it was just them two, in a karaoke booth, which is rather a small room, alone together.
Right, they’re alone. Alone, but Shu is dressed in the most skimpy dress at the peak of winter.
And it’s Claude’s birthday.
“So c’mon, birthday boy, don’t let the fun end just yet.”
Shu responds as if reading his mind. The boy never fails to amaze Claude, his body both consciously and subconsciously working to conjure the best outcomes for everyone in a situation. His instincts are sharp, as if he reads the room in a split second. God, does Claude admire Shu. Even when inebriated, his golden personality shines.
A sheepish chuckle follows, “Yeah… Yeah, thanks Shu.”
The head adorned in multicolored hair finds Claude’s shoulder once again, and the boy who owns it hums. “I know I said I was sleepy, but,” his head lifts to look up at hooded green eyes, “I don’t think I’m that tired just yet— you give me energy.” A drunken giggle flows out of Shu’s mouth like a consistent river, like it’s right— like it’s meant to.
Despite the pureness of the situation, the fire burning in Claude’s core ignites, blazes increasing within each second Shu is around him. He doesn’t forget how Shu’s skin is explicitly bare on the parts uncovered by his skimpy dress— doesn’t forget his dire need to grip those soft thighs, ever so luminous underneath the colored lights of the room.
It’s his birthday, and what would it hurt if Claude were to indulge?
And so his confidence ignites like the fire within him, his once awkwardly placed hand finds the bare skin of Shu’s back. The torso in his hold arches slightly, but Claude isn’t one to miss small details. He takes the action to his advantage, and dips his fingers, lining them across the dimples of Shu’s back.
Shu’s mouth elicits a soft gasp, and his head dips closer between the crook of Claude’s neck. “Wh—“ His words cut off, melting on his tongue when the blonde’s fingers breach underneath the cloth of his dress, feeling up his lower back, so very close, but not quite where he wants Claude to touch him.
Claude’s vacant hand comes to cradle Shu’s chin carefully, lifting his head up from where it rests. Eyes meet in tandem, purple and green, both glazed in lust and passion.
To Claude’s surprise, the ravenette smiles gently and brings his own delicate hand to hold his cheek, “Hi birthday boy.”
Said boy’s breath hitches and the grip on Shu’s back tightens. “Hey,” the word comes out restricted as if the mere presence of Shu choked Claude. The latter isn’t sure if he dislikes it.
It is a known fact that birthdays should be special, but Claude really can’t grasp reality; with Shu so close to him, as if he is the flame that Shu–the moth– is drawn to. Does he really shine that bright? Does he provide the warm Shu needs? The boy he’s been longing for ten years is willing and practically begging for his touch, all hot for him.
Claude really can’t function. God, it’s getting really hot. Is it the room, or is it the cute boy snuggled up to him? His eyes look so very enticing, and Claude feels time stop around them. He doesn’t know what Shu wants for sure, but oh does he have a guess.
Shu giggles– it seems like he can’t stop. Is there something on Claude’s face, or is he really that amusing? I’m seriously going to die, Claude thinks.
But then again, it’s his birthday. He should take this opportunity– this gift–and use it to its advantage. To hell with worrying about his friendship that’s been treasured for over a decade, honesty is bliss, and bliss is passion.
Passion, screams in Claude’s mind as he breathlessly pulls Shu impossibly closer. Passion, the only word clouding Claude’s brain as Shu’s eyes dart up to his own, down to his lips. Passion, and so much more.
There isn’t any room for words, not when both of their lips are aching to touch. Not when their bodies are impossibly hot, yet craving for the warmth that blooms when they’re together. The fire spreads in hot, fast flames, reaching out of Claude’s core and into Shu’s own.
They don’t need to exchange any words. Just by the look of each other’s eyes, they know.
If the feeling’s mutual, there shouldn’t be any problem with what Claude decides to do next.
He manoeuvers Shu onto his lap, his years of working out all led up to this moment, so he could manhandle the boy he was so infatuated with so easily. It all happens so fast, Shu perched onto his lap, the fabric of his dress riding up from the spread of his legs, inner thighs exposed and wrapped around Claude’s waist and hips.
Claude’s hands find Shu’s ass, and he relishes in utter delight when he finds that his dress has ridden up so much to the point his lace panties were exposed, for all eyes to see. Large hands knead the plush skin beneath it, Shu gasps in reaction, completely taken aback. Shu trembles so easily in Claude’s hold, he thinks that he could come just from the large hands groping his bottom.
Shu stares at Claude, windless, eyes already blown out and lips slack. His tongue darts out meekly, and his face presses closer to the birthday boy. The latter smiles and leans in, finally kissing the man he’s longed for.
It’s not a picture-perfect kiss, wouldn’t be the type that would get teenage girls squealing in reaction to a Hollywood movie, but it’s perfect for Claude and Shu. They’re grinning so hard their teeth clack together, it’s all messy saliva that goes shlick with every movement. Though, it just feels so right. As if their lips were made to clumsily glide against each other, working in tandem, in a way only their hearts can connect to.
A few moments pass, and Shu is grinding their crotches together. High-pitched gasps leave his mouth and Claude only drinks them in, greedy for more. His pants have tented around his grown arousal, and with Shu’s clothed pussy so desperately grinding against it, Claude can’t help but let out pleasured sighs of his own.
“Fuck, Shu,” he gruffs out hotly, puffs of air escaping his lips. Shu chuckles drunkenly in response, moving his hips in a way so sultry– as if he was dancing on Claude’s lap. Neither of them expected that dry humping would be able to elicit such reactions out of them, but maybe it’s just the fact that they’re with each other. That makes it all the more meaningful.
“Yeah, Claude? Ah, you feel so big underneath me, I can feel you. Can you feel me? See how wet I am? All for you, Claude.”
“We can’t possibly do this here,” Claude’s hands halt the movement of Shu’s hips, and before the latter can whine in complaint, Claude presses a kiss to his mouth.
“You look… You’re just– I don’t want anyone else seeing you like this, Shu. Only I can– Only I should. Got that? We’re gonna get outta here, ‘n I’m gonna fuck you nice and good.”
The ravenette nods hastily in a daze, mind hazy with the thought of Claude’s cock sheathed inside him, “ God, please. You can do whatever you want with me, I’ll be your gift, your present. Do me as you please.”
They barely walk past the door before their lips find each other’s once again.
Claude and Shu find that they like to be straight to the point, no needless meddling, just full-on passion. Their feelings have been bottled up for so many years, they don’t feel the need to stop and pause. They’re here, in each other’s arms, and when the opportunity is laid out for them bare, it would be nonsense if they were not to take it.
“God, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Claude groans as he presses a knee in between Shu’s legs, keeping him upright and pressed against the wall as his lips continue to assault Shu’s.
“ Hng– Me too… So long, Claude, for so so long.’M so happy.”
His hips are desperately humping Claude’s muscled thigh, legs exposed and panties soaked wet. Claude’s mind screams fuck it , and his hand goes to feel at Shu’s mound, with his other arm gripping his waist. Shu outright gasps in reaction, all wanton. He’s been horny for hours and the slight touch already did so much for him.
Shu’s hands are carding through Claude’s hair, pulling mindlessly because there’s just so much–way too much– he can’t focus on anything.
His pussy is so wet he feels that he’ll never be able to use this pair of underwear again, Claude just makes him feel so much. It’s good, yet so overwhelming, and that’s exactly how Shu prefers things to be.
Shu’s pussy is so hot against the pads of Claude’s fingers the latter can only imagine how it would feel without the rather annoying article of clothing trapping it.
“You are so fucking wet,” Claude comments, eyes dark and lust-filled. “Yeah? It’s your fault, Claudie-bear. Got my nice panties all ruined for you.”
Claude’s head dips and he starts pressing kisses along Shu’s jawline, down to his neck. His words are muffled when he says, “Then I should probably own up to it, huh baby?”
The pet name doesn’t do any better for Shu, Claude’s words shooting straight down to his clit that twitches in response. He finds himself breathless as Claude’s lips nibble and bite along the column of his neck. His hands are gripping Claude’s head so tightly, long nails and fingers tangled in between the blonde locks, but Claude can’t find it in himself to care. If anything, he finds it hot.
“Please…” Shu whines, already gone.
Claude contemplates for a moment. Wonders if he wants to tease Shu, stretch the foreplay out for longer. But he’s awfully hard, and it’s getting more difficult within each passing second to contain the urge to just pin Shu down and fuck him raw. So in a split second, he makes an executive decision and hoists Shu up, leading him to his room.
The walk isn’t far, and they don’t exchange any words on the way there. Claude’s arms are possessively wrapped around Shu’s body, and the latter’s mind is dazed, only able to think about Claude.
When they do reach the privacy of Claude’s bedroom, Claude shuts the door with his foot, and plops Shu down onto the sheets of the bed. He lets out a little oh! from the impact, head bouncing slightly. His hair is splayed all across the pillow that he lies on, creating some halo-like essence around him. Shu is an angel, who is going to rightfully be tainted.
The scanty little dress that he has on does nothing to cover any signs of his arousal, and Claude wastes no time. Shu is taken by surprise when he sees Claude kneel in between his legs, taking one and pressing kisses along his calves up to his thighs. Intimate eye contact is what he sees, Claude’s pupils dark and dilated, and Shu feels like prey underneath his stare.
But he realizes it then. Is Claude–?
“Ah! Wait–” Shu gasps in utter shock when he feels Claude nose up his inner thighs, so so close to his aching pussy. The blonde hums from between his legs, and Shu whines in response, feeling the vibrations that come from the tone of his voice.
“Are you…? Wait, you’re serious? H-Hold on… ah! ”
Shu scrambles to find purchase against the sheets, gripping so hard he might tear holes into them. Within such a short amount of time, Claude’s stripped his lower half bare, panties hanging from his ankles, and pussy exposed. His fat tongue hungrily licks a stripe across his slit and Shu can’t hold himself still.
“W-Wait, I– Hng! Oh, God…” Shu moans, head stretched back in wonder, his neck strains and his entire body trembles when Claude grips his thighs harshly and suckles on his sensitive clit. He’s had his fair share of sexual innuendos, but he’s never been eaten out before. The feeling is heavenly, and he is so fucking wet.
“Mm,” is all Claude can say, drowned between Shu’s milky, pale thighs, face full of his pussy. It tastes so good, so much better than any of the overpriced food he’s had today. He eats like a starved man, desperate for a meal that is Shu’s pussy. The sounds that escape Shu’s plump lips are all a reward, music to Claude’s ears. The piercing of his tongue is cold against Shu’s mound, and it only makes the experience better.
“Ah, ah, ah, friiickk…” Shu groans out in delight, thighs quivering around Claude’s head, back arched against the bed. It’s so good, he can’t imagine it being any better.
That is until a large finger breaches past his slicked hole, and to both of the men’s surprise, Shu squirts in reaction. His entire body shakes, overwhelmed and spent, and Claude is quick to suckle up the slick that releases. He’s letting out short-spanned moans with no breaths taken as intervals, they only go higher in pitch until the squirting stops and he’s a mess of twitching limbs against the sheets.
“Mmm, frick, Claude. Haha, holy cow,” Shu giggles breathlessly, eyelids shut as he relishes in post-coital bliss. Claude doesn’t respond, and frankly, his finger hasn’t pulled out either. He’s silent when he adds another, relentless considering Shu had just orgasmed. “Wait– Uh! C-Claude?!”
His hips leave the bed, arched and strained, but Shu can’t find it in himself to rest. His voice isn’t given a break when Claude is scissoring his fingers inside him, brushing against his prostate with precision. Claude didn’t even need time to find it, almost like he already knew Shu’s body inside-out.
“Fuck, Shu. You’re so sensitive,” Claude laughs out almost mockingly and speeds up. Shu can’t utter a response, the movements of the blonde’s digits inside him are far too much, he can only wonder how it would feel to have his cock inside. He nods helplessly, and Claude just chuckles as he presses kisses to Shu’s thigh, rubbing his hipbone using the hand that’s vacant.
“Please– Wanna cum with you, Claude… Don’t make me cum again. I-I’m gonna, I can’t– I can’t! Want you inside, inside, please…”
The words go straight to Claude’s cock and he can feel Shu clench desperately around his fingers, can hear the rising pitch of Shu’s moans, and the quiver of his legs. He stops, pulls out, and stands up off of the bed. He can see the disappointment on Shu’s face when he leaves, cute lips in a pout, feline-like eyes wide.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fuck you good just in a moment,” Claude chuckles out amusedly, undressing himself. Shu gawks at the well-developed muscles. Despite Claude being shorter, his daily commitment to the gym has resulted in some impressive physical advancements. The two-centimeter difference means nothing to him, not when he can manhandle Shu with ease, not when if they’re laying down, it’s really Shu that’s smaller.
Shu’s slick is evident on Claude’s lips, acting as a gloss that makes him look all the more kissable. He undresses as well, shy in his movement as he strips himself of his dress. Green eyes stare bullets into him, and Shu feels awfully exposed.
When Claude is completely bare, he reaches into his drawer and grabs hold of the lube, “Condoms?” He asks, and Shu giggles in response.
“No need, I’m on the pill. I wanna feel you, really, really feel you.”
The blonde curses in response, the cool air against his dick not helping his boner at all. He hastily crawls onto the bed, caging Shu underneath his body. The ravenette’s eyes immediately zone in on his cock, and his jaw falls slack in reaction.
“Woah, you are like… really big. Uh– Claude? Is that gonna fit?”
He genuinely looks shocked, and Claude would take that into offense normally because why wouldn’t he have a big cock? “We’ll make it fit.”
Shu reluctantly nods and gulps, wanting to press his thighs together, but before he’s allowed to do that, Claude grips both in each of his hands and forces them apart. He leans down to press kisses along Shu’s collarbones, marking him and littering hickeys, as if Shu was a canvas and it was Claude’s responsibility to paint it.
When he experimentally licks over Shu’s perky nipple, the boy underneath him gasps and grips at the sheets even harder. Shu can feel Claude’s lips contort into a snarky smirk against his chest, and another hand goes to rub at the other nipple. The ravenette sighs in pleasure, nipples sensitive underneath Claude’s touch.
“ God, Claude I need you– right now. Hng, please– I’ve been waiting, don’t keep me waiting,” Shu pouts, eyes tears threatening to fall past his eyes.
Claude gazes up, eyes meeting Shu’s trembling ones. His arms grip his waist and he relishes at the fact his fingertips meet at the center, “Give me time to treasure you, angel. A meal is only good when you savor it, and that is only what I am doing right now.”
Curse Claude and his poeticness, his way of words striking Shu both in the heart and in the pussy— Which really is unfair. His pout grows larger and his stomach fills with butterflies, Shu feels all tingly underneath the praise.
Claude is rather silent as he takes his time in appreciating Shu, hands gliding across the expanse of his skin. His touch is like fire against Shu, hot and overbearing. Yet Shu likes it, he likes feeling powerless underneath Claude, he relishes in it.
Shu feels himself only getting drunker the more Claude tortures him with his lips, his touch akin to a drug, one far more addicting than any of the most expensive drugs on the black market. But he’s getting impatient, and he’s craved for Claude’s cock all night–no, for years. So he hikes his legs up and wraps them around Claude’s firm waist, then pulls.
He arches his torso, making sure he looks like some top-class prostitute, ready to lure in any man. The blonde gazes down at him, slightly confused, yet willing. He doesn’t breathe out a word.
“C’mon Claude, please. Don’t you wanna fuck me? I’ve been waiting for so, so long,” Shu whines, hands reaching up to loop around Claude’s neck, pulling him even closer, “I’ve been so wet for you, so good for you. Why stall? Your present is waiting for you right here, all prepared. C’mon, Claude, Please? I can take it, I swear.”
And God is Claude’s heart beating like a drum against his chest, fast and harsh. Just where did Shu learn to do that shit? His fingers flex around Shu’s small waist, and he curses out a “fuck” before grabbing his dick, and slapping it against Shu’s awaiting pussy.
The ravenette’s chest heaves, and he sighs in nervous-excitement. They’re about to be connected, raw. There’s no going back past this point, and there isn’t any universe wherein Shu would ever want to rewind. Claude is so close to where Shu truly wants him, and they’re mere movements away from being intertwined for good.
Shu wants Claude’s eyes on him when he inserts himself, not anywhere else, so he calls out to him. “Claude, kiss me, please.”
And Claude would be a devil if he weren’t to comply. So he smiles softy and presses his lips against Shu’s. He’s rubbing the taller’s waist comfortingly and Shu gasps when he feels the tip of the blonde’s cock breach past his hole. His girth is impressive, and he feels breath after breath being punched out of him within each inch.
“God, just how big are you?”
“About… seven inches, since I last checked,” Claude mutters against Shu’s lips.
The ravenette gasps in shock, then immediately goes to grip Claude’s shoulders, the realization that Claude isn’t even fully inside dawning upon him. “Seven inches?! Wait– ah, you’re going to break me…”
Claude chuckles and presses a kiss to the apple of Shu’s cheek, “Don’t tempt me, babe.”
Shu’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, but before he can muster out a response Claude’s forcefully shoves the rest of his cock inside, punching out a wanton–pornography worthy–moan out the confines of his lips. He thrashes against the sheets and screams , body quivering entirely.
Shu’s pussy flutters around Claude’s cock, and the blonde laughs in amusement and shock when he realized Shu had just come on his cock. The angel’s face is damp with tears rolling down his face, lips open and tongue lolling out. His eyes are half-lidded and dazed, he looks just like the manifestation of every man’s deepest horny desires, and God is Claude lucky to be the man to have Shu.
“Holy shit, Shu. Did you just come on my cock?”
Okay, to be real, Claude knows he’s rather big. Not like, impossibly big, but big. He has a girth that’s surprising for someone of his height, and Shu orgasming right as he bottoms out is a big grand addition to his ego. He chuckles, the breath punched out of him.
Shu whines from underneath, legs trembling. “H-Holy cow, frick. You’re so– I need you, want more.”
“More? You came so easily though, baby. You’re so sensitive it’s nearly pathetic. How could you possibly take me fucking you, Shu?” The blonde chuckles, still stuffed inside Shu. His thumb goes to rub over the slight bulge in Shu’s lower stomach, and both of them moan in delight.
“Don’t care, need it. I need it, please.”
Fuck. Shu’s been begging for Claude’s cock like a desperate whore, writhing and whining against the sheets all for a good fuck. Claude enjoys teasing Shu, but he realizes he’s getting impatient himself. His cock has been hard long enough, and as entertaining as it is– Shu whining and begging for him– Claude would like to relieve himself, too.
So, he thrusts shallowly, and they both groan in ecstasy.
Shu’s moans increase in pitch when Claude finds a pace that fits both of them. He goes hard, muscles working to elicit the best outcomes. Shu’s melted into putty, molded into a shape made for Claude, and Claude only. He is so vulnerable in his hold, whimpering and writhing like it’s what he was born to do.
The air in the bedroom is steamy, and Claude’s thrust only grows in fervor, relentless and unforgiving, never giving Shu a break. Each moan is punched out of Shu, being pounded into the mattress so hard he makes an imprint of himself against the sheets.
And when Claude angles his hips specifically differently compared to his previous thrusts, and Shu claws and moans exceptionally louder, full body trembling, they both know they’ve found it– the spot.
“ Hnngg, Claude, haah! Please, God, I can’t…” Shu’s lost all consciousness, mindlessly moaning and gurgling around the blonde’s cock. He hasn’t stopped aiming his thrusts at Shu’s prostate, finding ultimate bliss in the moans that it drives out of the boy. Pride bursts inside of him, fading into pleasure that drives him to fuck Shu harder.
It’s not surprising at all, Claude’s always been one to aim for the best. And if he can treat Shu well in bed, so well to the point he’ll never want to fuck anyone else again, he’ll go past the bar, and make it so that Shu no longer finds pleasure in anyone else.
“You’re mine,” Claude groans, voice gravelly like a predator’s. The boy underneath him can only moan– no longer being able to form coherent sentences, and his hips follow the assault Claude is bringing. “Mine.”
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight,” Shu feels like molten lava, coating around Claude’s cock in a tight heat. It feels so good he doesn’t want to leave.
And when Claude finally gets a good look at Shu’s fucked out expression: eyes blown out and rolling to the back, pale skin now red and littered with hickeys, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, face wet with sweat and tears– it brings him to the high of his drive.
He thrusts inhumanely faster, holding Shu still effortlessly. He relishes in Shu’s screams, drinking them in like fine whiskey. An angel, Shu is. His darling angel.
“In me, ah! In me, please… Ohh…”
Claude’s hips halt in a grand slam, injecting all of his semen into the ravenette. Simultaneously, Shu squirts–for the second time tonight–on Claude’s cock. Their juices mix and they can no longer tell where they start or end. Claude blacks out for a second, the orgasm so mind-bogglingly good he can’t grasp a hold of reality.
Shu, the ever-beautiful angel he is, is lying on the sheets. The post-orgasm bliss is evident in his every breath, every movement. He looks beautiful, his eyes dazed, and his face relaxed. Claude realizes he wants to be able to experience this more than just once, so he smiles. His hands go to rub at Shu’s hipbones, and he chuckles at the way the ravenette is still trembling.
Claude attempts to slide out, but Shu whines in overstimulation. He brings his arms to pull Claude in, and rubs their noses together.
“Please, don’t move. I’m so– hnn – sensitive,” Shu presses a kiss to the corner of the blonde’s lips, and sighs, “Happy birthday, Claude. ‘M drunk and… tired, but still. Happy birthday.”
God, is Shu adorable. Claude chuckles wetly and litters kisses all over Shu’s face, not stopping despite Shu’s meaningless threats and complaints, “Best birthday ever.”
Shu smiles, “Then you’ll have to look forward to many more, if you’ll have me.”
“Are you fucking with me? Of course! God– fucking hell, ” Claude laughs in pure delight, he presses an even fatter kiss to Shu’s pouty lips, “I love you, Shu. I can’t believe it took me 12 birthdays to say that.”
Happiness blooms in both of their chests, and Shu sniffles in glee.“Even if it took shameless flirting, and wearing a dress that I probably never will in the darn cold ever again, it was worth it. I love you too Claude, happy birthday.”