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Late nights weren’t unusual for Majima. It was the nature of the beast in a red-light district like this. There’d be times where he’d show up just before dawn broke. Most often, just like tonight, he’d wander home a few hours after midnight. It was a quarter past three when he crept into the apartment, quiet as a mouse. His shoes were removed at the door, baseball bat propped against the wall. He slunk out of his gaudy jacket and let it fall to the floor as he made his way further inside. Gloves were peeled off and slapped on the counter when he entered the kitchen area. The light of the fridge illuminated the small flat the moment he reached inside to grab a beer. The crack and hiss of the can opening seemed amplified in silence like this, and he hoped it hadn’t been loud enough to wake his lover.
Shutting the fridge, he decided to check on you. He crossed the floor to where you lay, sprawled out on his bedroll. Your name fell from his mouth as a purr when he crouched by your side. He figured you wouldn’t answer him, but he acknowledged you regardless. He couldn’t expect you to wait up for him every night. A pretty little thing like you needed to get your beauty sleep.
Most nights it was like this. He stumbled in long after you had called it a night and simply sat beside you appreciating your beauty, aching to have more time to give to you and you alone. You were basked in the pale moonlight pouring in through the window. You looked so soft, so sweet, ethereal even. He instinctively reached up, stroking your face, relishing the feel of your smooth skin against his bare fingertips. Some nights you'd wake, and invite him to join you. You'd wait until he settled down in your arms before drifting back off yourself. Other nights, much like this one, you wouldn’t stir. It amazed Majima that you didn’t consider yourself a heavy sleeper; he found it near impossible to wake you at times.
These moments were bittersweet, a painful reminder of the normal life he’d never have. He’d love to settle down with you one day, to be by your side from the moment you closed your eyes to when they fluttered open again in the morning. His lifestyle would never allow that; he was grateful every night he had the chance to come back to you at all.
Majima sighed. He gulped down the remainder of his beer and tossed the can to the side before rising to his feet. A yawn escaped him, and he didn’t bother to stifle it. Maybe it would be best if he called it a night himself. Undoing the buckle of his belt, he let his pants drop and kicked them away. He shuffled to the other side of the futon, threw back the covers and settled in. The smell of your shampoo was tantalizing as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Arms found their way around you and drew you in to close the distance between your bodies. By chance, his fingers grazed your belly and touched bare skin, despite the fact you had on a shirt. It must had ridden up as you tossed in your sleep. He couldn’t stop himself from feeling you, his touches travelling lower and lower, until he discovered you had on no bottoms. This wasn’t uncommon of you, but tonight it excited him more than he expected.
Majima inched even closer, holding you tighter. The chilly apartment grew hot when he felt the warmth of your body. With your back flush against his chest, he dared to dip between your legs. Fingers quickly discovered the slick heat of your sex. You were wet, soaked. It wouldn’t surprise him if you had fooled around with yourself before bed, touching your body the same way you wished he would.
“Ya stay so, so wet for me, doncha baby?” he whispered, lips grazing your earlobe. “Were ya thinkin' of me? Wishin' I was here? Hopin' I’d touch ya just like this?”
One brush across your clit caused your body to reflexively arch against him. He chuckled and did it again. The other hand of his had ventured under your top. He alternated between groping your breasts and squeezing the nipples, something that would have you squealing if you were lucid. A noise came from you, so faint he almost missed it. He repeated his actions, and earned a sigh. It was difficult to see you at this angle, in this light, with only one eye, but he swore he saw you smile.
“Having a sweet dream?” he mused. “Whatcha thinking of?” Another one of his fingers joined the first in teasing you, both probing your entrance now. A low whine came from you and you shifted in his arms. Your legs spread slightly, granting Majima better access. “Must be pretty good, huh? Ya dreamin’ about me? About my cock?”
Majima’s arousal had steadily grown while fondling his sleeping lover. His stiff cock was now barely contained; the fabric of his briefs strained thanks to his erection. He rubbed it against your ass, finding a tiny bit of relief from the friction of grinding against you.
“Fuck, baby… Ya feel what ya’ve gone an’ done to me?” Majima choked. He clung to you as he lost his last bit of control. “Got any idea how fuckin’ pretty ya are? How fuckin’ perfect? Shit, ya ain’t gotta do a damn thing other’n exist to get me all undone.”
Majima wondered if you could hear the shit he was spewing. Were you conscious enough to hear how sappy he sounded when it came to you? He was practically dry-humping your ass at this point. His fingers trembled as they thrust in and out. He turned his head to bury his face in a pillow, muffling his own pants and grunts.
“God, I can’t… I gotta get in ya fast…” he groaned. His fingers curled around your upper arm and he nudged you a few times. “Sweetheart… Wake up… wake up, I need to fuck ya.”
You stirred in his arms and for the first time tonight, acknowledged him. “Hm?”
“Ya awake?” asked Majima. The throbbing of his cock was painful at this point. He wanted nothing more than to be balls deep inside of you.
“Goro?” Your lids felt so heavy. You could barely open your eyes to look at him. “That you, Goro?”
“Yeah, it’s me, sweetie. It’s Goro,” he confirmed. He stroked your hair as he spoke. “I’m horny, babe. So damn horny… Can I fuck ya?”
There was a sleepy laugh, followed by a yawn and a nod. That wasn’t much, but it was all Majima needed to proceed. He flung the covers off. In the time it took him to grab your legs, pull down his drawers, and position himself, you had already dozed off again. The moment the tip of his dick lined up with your hole, he thrust in. He hissed, eye rolling back upon feeling you stretched tight around him. Even in sleep, your pussy still squeezed him just right. The obscene sounds of your union replaced the emptiness of the night and got him hotter, more bothered. Each smack of his hips against yours, every slick squelch of you around him, and the creaking of the floorboards beneath drove him mad with lust. He hovered above you, planting hungry kisses all along your chin and neck while he pounded you into the floor.
“I’m… close…. I’m…. I’m gonna cum in ya, awright?” Majima grunted. In spite of your silence, he laughed to himself. He leaned in, his mouth now descending upon yours. He kissed, licked, and sucked at your own tongue and lips, feeling greedy and needy for your taste. His thrusts became less calculated and more erratic, almost shallow, as he neared his climax.
You gasped and grabbed hold of his biceps, now wide awake and breaking a sweat. Majima was too lost to the throes of pleasure to care. This provided you the perfect opportunity to best him. You were swift as you overthrew him, pinning him down under you.
“And here I was thinking I was having some incredible dream.” The rasp of sleep was still present in your voice.
“It is a dream, baby,” he said in pants. Seeing you like this was breathtaking. The light of the moon had your skin practically glowing. The glint of the stars was present in your eyes amidst the darkness of desire. “Every god damn moment with you is a dream.”
With a scoff, you tore off your shirt and flung it to the side. “You’re not getting off that easy, Goro,” you teased, rolling your hips with him still inside.
“Fuck” erupted from him as a groan. Your hands reached up, caressing his cheeks and roamed towards his hair. “Make me cum,” you demanded. Your words grew rough and both fists balled around his short silky strands. “Don’t you dare get off until I do.”
Majima wasted no time obliging you. Even with you on top, he handled all the work. He gripped at your hips, using your body to fuck himself. He felt as though his cock went deeper in you than it ever had before. He bucked with wild abandon, now seeing stars. It was getting difficult to deny himself as he stared you down. The gentle sway of your hair, every bounce of your tits, all of it was overwhelming.
“You… you gettin’ there, sweetheart?” he asked. He knew the answer was yes. You knew he knew. He could read the way your body reacted to him. It was no secret with your thighs clamped around him like this and your fingers tightened to the point you were about to tear off his scalp.
“Let me cum in ya. Right now,” Majima coaxed. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s get there together.”
You couldn’t form words at the moment, but your head bobbed enthusiastically. It took another rough jerk of his hips upwards before you came, collapsing onto his chest and crying out with pleasure. That did it in for him, pushing him past the edge. He held you in place, tight enough to leave bruises as his own orgasm claimed him.
Majima was weakened from his climax, strength quickly fading as he rode out the aftershocks. His grip loosened as he wound down and his hands wandered your back and rested there.
A slight motion from you caused him to squeeze you to keep you still. “Nah, don’t you move,” he said. It didn’t sound as commanding as he would have liked, so soft and sweet it came across as more of a beg. “I like holdin' ya like this.”
You chuckled and complied, settling into his embrace. “You’re so needy,” you joked. “You know that, right?” You expected a similar jab in response, but it never came. “Goro?”
You cracked open an eye to peek at him, just in time to catch him beginning to snore. You rolled your eyes, but with a smile. He was too cute when he was sleepy.