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Kojiro has a problem. He comes too fast.
It wasn’t necessarily a problem the first time he had sex with Kaoru. Nor the second. In fact, Kaoru took it as a compliment—his ass was just that good. Then came the third…and the fourth, and Kaoru would barely be able to begin feeling good before he felt Kojiro throbbing inside him and heard his moans spilling out of his mouth.
It was a beautiful sight, of course. Seeing Kojiro so overcome with pleasure that his cheeks glow red, his eyebrows furrowed together as if perplexed by how something could feel so good, his sharp canines sinking into his bottom lip to suppress his moans because he claims it’s embarrassing. Every single part of Kojiro’s euphoric expression was almost enough to get Kaoru to finish on the spot.
Almost. Sadly, he would need at least ten more minutes of getting beautifully fucked out of his mind, ten minutes Kojiro couldn’t give. Kojiro apologized every time, of course, and Kaoru would sometimes finish with a handjob from Kojiro. Kojiro would always offer, but the apologies and sudden pressure on Kaoru to finish only made the situation worse and painfully awkward. They had only made their relationship official two months ago, and they didn’t have sex while they were first seeing each other. It wouldn’t have mattered if Kaoru had known of Kojiro’s predicament beforehand; he loved Kojiro, including his…struggles.
“I saw these condoms that make you last longer the last time I went to the store,” Kojiro mumbled as he tied the condom and tossed it in the bin.
He looked over his shoulder at Kaoru, who looked like a Greek god splayed out on the mattress, his pink hair sprawled out across the pillows in tendrils of bubblegum, his golden eyes lustfully gazing at Kojiro. Just the sight of him was enough to get Kojiro hard again, but the thought of disappointing Kaoru yet again was enough to leave him soft and dejected.
“Oh,” was all Kaoru could say as he watched Kojiro stand up to grab a towel.
“And I was thinking,” Kojiro continued as he walked over to Kaoru to gently wipe down his chest, “that I could start jacking off before we do it. I read that if you let one go, then you’re desensitized for the real thing, and—”
“Kojiro,” Kaoru murmured, lifting a hand to Kojiro’s cheek. He brushed his thumb across his boyfriend’s cheekbone and smiled as he watched Kojiro lean into his touch, those ruby-red eyes closing. “I don’t want you to be desensitized when we have sex. I’m serious—it truly isn’t worth making a fuss. You’ll get better with time.”
Despite the kind words, Kojiro looked less than convinced. His eyes opened but dropped to the bed, his hand fisting the bedsheets. “It’s just…I get so close, and I slow down so I don’t come on the spot, but prolonging that feeling makes it even worse. It’s like I’m on the edge, and the fact that I’m on the edge makes me want to jump off. Like, you know, when you’re on a super tall building, and you look down, and—”
“I understand,” Kaoru interrupted, pinching Kojiro’s lips closed. However, the more he digested Kojiro’s words, the more ideas bloomed in his head. Edge. He’s on the edge.
“Let’s go take a shower,” Kaoru offered, leaning forward and kissing Kojiro’s pinched lips before finally letting them go.
Kaoru half-expected Kojiro to say some sort of innuendo, something like, “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Cherry,” or “Good idea—we won’t get dirty in the shower,” but he’s instead reduced to silence. It hurt Kaoru to see his boyfriend so depressed over his stamina, something he couldn’t help. All Kaoru could do was hope the next time was a little better.
“It’s like I’m on the edge…”
As Kaoru watched Kojiro lather his hair, the murmurings of an idea in his mind finally solidified into something tangible. Kojiro wasn’t the only one reading about things on the internet—Kaoru was doing his own research.
And he had an idea.
Between their demanding jobs, S, and household chores, they didn’t get remotely into the mood until nearly a month after their last coupling.
Kaoru had won a race against a high-ranking member of S in a nail-biter race, one that had Kojiro watching the screen praying to whatever god was out there to protect his boyfriend. In a photo finish, Kaoru managed to pull ahead by leaning all his body weight forward, a risky move since it could have easily deviated his path, but it eventually won him the shiny trophy only a few meters away from the finish line.
He didn’t even care about the damn trophy. His prize was quite literally falling into Kojiro’s arms as he crossed the finish line. He had lost his balance and was about to face-plant, the ground approaching his face faster than he could process until he felt weightless. When he processed the feeling of beefy arms underneath his armpits and the warmth radiating off the bare chest mere centimeters from his nose, he lifted his head and frowned at Kojiro, already knowing what was about to come out of his mouth.
“You're really falling for me, aren’t you?”
“You bumbling oaf,” Kaoru grumbled, but instead of pulling away, he dove forward, burying his face in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck. He couldn’t hide the yelp that escaped his mouth when Kojiro picked him up by the waist and swung him around, laughing like a maniac. Kaoru couldn’t help but give into the infectious joy that seemed to permeate the air around Kojiro at all times, laughing along as he cupped his boyfriend’s face and planted a fat kiss on those dirty, dirty lips.
The adrenaline coursing through Kaoru’s veins had his entire body hot to the touch. He was feverish from triumph, from being able to hug and kiss somebody at the end of the race. For far too long, he’d been alone at the finish line with nobody to celebrate with except Carla. He’d look over at Kojiro on the other side, who was too busy flirting with women to even notice his win. Now, he had Kojiro all to himself.
The thought, albeit possessive, had him so feverish that he struggled to stand when Kojiro set him down. He watched as Kojiro retrieved the trophy, bringing it over with a giant grin on his annoyingly handsome face. He was so classically handsome, with a square jaw and small, deep-set eyes framed by dark eyelashes so long they tickled Kaoru’s face whenever they kissed. Kaoru’s growing lust was compounded by his annoyance at how handsome his boyfriend was.
“Kojiro,” he mumbled, subtly slipping a finger underneath the waistband of Kojiro’s pants and tugging at it. “Let’s go home, hm?”
As thick-headed as Kojiro could be sometimes, when it came to sexual advances, he was Albert Einstein. Sparing a few quick goodbyes to the rest of the members of S, he threw Kaoru over his shoulder and ran to their car parked in the abandoned lot next to the course.
“You buffoon!” Kaoru exclaimed, pounding his fists against Kojiro’s lower back as he kicked his legs. “Carla, cut off his path!”
Carla sped and paused in Kojiro’s path, but he easily avoided her by hopping over the board and continuing to the lot. Kaoru crossed his arms the rest of the way, including when Kojiro placed him in the passenger seat like a toddler.
Once Kojiro was done putting their boards in the back seat, he sat in the driver’s seat, his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel.
“You know,” he began, his voice low and sultry in the way he knew Kaoru liked, “we could do it here. Put the boards in the trunk. Maybe we need a little spice.”
He leaned over to Kaoru, his hand moving to his rose hair and watching as the long loose strands slipped through his fingers. He tucked a lock of hair behind Kaoru’s ear, his fingers lingering on his ear before stroking the shell of it, which was so red he wanted to take a bite out of it.
It was strange—it seemed like Kaoru’s expressions were sexier with the balaclava blocking half his face. It left Kojiro guessing—was he biting his lips? Was he panting with need?
Kaoru squeezed his eyes closed, but he didn’t move away from Kojiro’s touch—he knew that Kojiro knew all of his erogenous zones. What he lacked in stamina he made up in memorizing every other way to pleasure Kaoru.
He brushed his lips against Kaoru’s ear, delighting in the gasp that elicited from him. His hand dropped from Kaoru’s ear to his thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. “What do you say?”
However, Kaoru intercepted Kojiro’s hand and held it in the air, turning his face so their noses were mere centimeters away. He smirked and licked his lips, looking down at the obvious tent in his boyfriend’s white linen pants. “I have an idea for tonight. Would you like to play along, Joe?”
He moved his hand away from Kojiro’s and down between his legs, ghosting his palm over his erection in such a tantalizing way that Kojiro couldn’t help but huff, a whine lacing his exhale. A whine that had Kaoru reaching across to start the car.
“I love games,” Kojiro replied. Kaoru’s desperation to leave only added to his painful arousal. He revved the car before putting it in drive, glancing at his boyfriend with his canines on full display. “Hang on, Cherry.”
It was a miracle they didn’t get pulled over for speeding or arrested for public indecency from how they groped each other on the way to Kaoru’s apartment. The moment they made it inside, Kojiro’s pants were off and Kaoru’s kimono had disappeared somewhere on the way to the bedroom.
However, Kaoru ensured he was facing the bed as they stumbled inside. Once they were standing in front of the bed, he pushed Kojiro down onto it, straddling him and having to bite back a grin as he watched Kojiro’s expression morph from surprise into red-hot lust.
“So, what’s the game?” Kojiro said, licking his lips as he rubbed the tops of Kaoru’s thighs spread on top of him.
Kaoru reached up and took out his hair tie, his hair draping like rose water down his back and shoulders. He couldn’t hide the smile that crossed his lips when he saw Kojiro gulp thickly, his eyes caressing his boyfriend’s svelte figure glowing in the moonlight like satin.
“You said that whenever you felt on edge, you’d finish even quicker,” Kaoru said, grinding his hips down so that Kojiro’s hardness rubbed between his ass cheeks. “So, we’re going to train that out of you.”
Kojiro scoffed, raising a brow. “So it’s not a game. It’s training. Sex training.”
Kaoru put a finger to his own lips and smiled something small yet big enough to show how excited he was for what was about to come. “No, it’s a game. If you manage to last over twenty minutes without coming from my…movements, then we’ll fuck every day this week, and you’ll get to come whenever you want. If you come before the twenty minutes are up, you’ll have to give me head for the rest of the week.”
Kojiro chuckled and sat up, wrapping his arms around Kaoru’s waist and pulling him close until their chests pressed against each other. “This is sounding like a win-win scenario.”
Kaoru frowned and flicked the space between Kojiro’s eyebrows. “For a sex fiend like you, maybe. Now, hush and watch.”
He pushed Kojiro onto the mattress again and wasted no time in starting up his hips like a mixer, swirling them until he felt Kojiro’s erection twitch.
“Hey, let’s lose the clothes, yeah?” Kojiro groaned, pressing his head back into the mattress as he sunk his fingernails into Kaoru’s thighs.
“Good idea,” Kaoru said, standing back up and motioning for Kojiro to sit up. “Take them off me.”
“Fuck,” Kojiro breathed, his hands on the waistband of Kaoru’s pants before he could even finish his sentence. “Don’t mind if I do.”
In one swift motion, he pushed down Kaoru’s pants to reveal his cock, rosy and hard and already wet from pre-come. Kojiro smirked and tipped his head back to kiss Kaoru on the jaw, gently scraping his fingernails down his back. “Doesn’t look like I’ll be losing any time soon.”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, big boy,” Kaoru purred, dropping to his knees and rubbing Kojiro’s clothed thighs as he cocked his head. “Your turn.”
Kojiro’s pants were gone even faster than when he stripped Kaoru down, setting free his erection that was straining painfully against the fabric. Expletives ran through Kaoru’s mind at the sight of his naked boyfriend, resembling a bona fide sports model, except instead of a modeling set, he was in Kaoru’s apartment, legs spread like a king and ready to receive. It was frankly unfair to the rest of Kojiro’s suitors that Kaoru won him in the end—and he damn sure wasn’t going to share any of him with anybody.
With a firm hand, he gripped Kojiro’s cock and gave it a tentative stroke. He had to bite back a smile at how sensitive Kojiro was from any touch from his boyfriend, feeling even luckier that he could call Kojiro his boyfriend. He removed his hand only to spit in it before returning it to Kojiro’s cock, slicking it up and causing slick sounds to echo throughout the apartment.
“Don’t tell me you’re already close,” Kaoru mumbled with a smirk as delicious moans poured from his boyfriend’s mouth no matter how much he tried to stop them by biting his knuckles. “I had so much fun planned…”
“You really think…hah…this is enough to make me come?” Kojiro began to chuckle, but it quickly turned into another groan when Kaoru tightened his grip and quickened his stroking pace. “A fucking handjob? Don’t…mmm…m-make me laugh.”
“No, I’ll make you moan,” Kaoru said before leaning forward and wrapping his lips around the tip of Kojiro’s cock, which was red and weeping precome and oh-so-hard.
The groan that drew out from Kojiro’s lips was lovely and only made Kaoru’s own cock harden that much more. Kojiro prided himself on feeling good by making Kaoru feel good due to his shortcomings, but Kaoru also enjoyed seeing Kojiro enjoy himself. After all, it was one of the only reasons why he had sex with Kojiro as often as he did. He got hard just at the thought of Kojiro ravaging him with only his eyes, nevermind with his hands. That really got Kaoru going.
An obscene noise escaped Kaoru’s throat as he took all of Kojiro’s cock in one fell swoop, his erection taking up every single centimeter of Kaoru’s throat until it suctioned to the sides. It was uncomfortable, certainly, but the way Kojiro’s abs were on full display and his moans spilled out like a river was more than enough to keep Kaoru going.
GACK!
Kaoru admitted to himself that he was making the sounds on purpose, knowing that Kojiro was an auditory type of person during sex. He enjoyed hearing Kaoru moan, say his name, say anything during sex as long as it was positive. Although, he didn’t have to try very hard to make the noises in the first place—Kojiro’s cock was simply too big for him to handle all at once without meeting resistance.
Saliva gathered at the corners of his mouth and poured down his chin, causing a big mess he usually wouldn’t tolerate, but the sweet sounds Kojiro was making were enough to distract him from the spit-and-come mess that was his chin, throat, and chest.
“Fuck, Kaoru, do you usually do…do it like this? Or am I j-just…super fucking horny?” Kojiro could barely get a sentence out without succumbing to pleasure.
His hand mussed itself in Kaoru’s hair, gripping it at the roots with the exact grip he knew Kaoru liked. Kojiro chuckled when he felt Kaoru’s mouth buzz around his cock as he moaned at the tightness of Kojiro’s grip on his scalp, shocks of pleasure shooting down both of their spines. The vibrations only made Kojiro grow closer to finishing, which made him pull gently on Kaoru’s hair.
“Kaoru, fuck, wait, I’m—fuck—!”
With a resounding pop, Kaoru lifted off Kojiro’s cock and brushed his pink hair behind his ear as he licked the tip with tantalizing slowness. He kept his eyes solely on Kojiro, who looked at him with a gaze so heated with lust it seemed like those red eyes would burst into flames.
“Not yet,” Kaoru murmured, his lips against the head of Kojiro’s cock. He then stood and climbed back into Kojiro’s lap.
Now that they were both completely naked, it only added to their mutual need to destroy each other sexually. Kojiro’s cock slotted perfectly between Kaoru’s ass, slipping into the divot the curve of his back made as Kaoru rocked his hips back and forth at a pace that had Kojiro gripping his hips for dear life. Kaoru gathered the saliva that moistened his chin and neck and reached behind himself to his entrance, where he gingerly slipped two fingers inside and pumped them unhurriedly. He still wanted to torture Kojiro, and he had gotten so used to his lover’s shape that it hardly took much prep outside of lubrication to get him ready to be fucked out of his mind.
“Ah-ah,” Kaoru chided, grasping Kojiro’s hands and loosening their grip on his body. “I’m in control. Do you not understand the rules of the game?”
Kojiro sucked on his teeth and reluctantly detached his fingers from Kojiro’s hips, instead settling them on his thighs. “Oh, I understand them,” he began, his eyes sliding down his boyfriend’s body with unadulterated arousal. “I just don’t like them.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Kaoru cooed, lifting his hips so that Kojiro’s cock was kissing the tip of his hole. “Because I’m about to get sucked off for the rest of the week.”
“Not that I’m complaining but,” Kojiro started, his hands sliding to cup each of Kaoru’s ass cheeks as if they were made of glass, “I like winning. And I’m going to win this. Do your worst.”
Kaoru snickered and reached behind him to give Kojiro’s cock a stroke to punish him. “Have you noticed that you aren’t wearing a condom? And you’ve always worn a condom the entire time we’ve been together?”
He almost laughed at seeing in real time Kojiro putting two-and-two together. His eyes dropped from Kaoru’s face to where they were almost connected, and his muscles began to spasm as if just the sight of it was enough to further his realization.
“Holy…are you sure, Kaoru?” he asked, his tone dropping from cocky to sincere. “We don’t have to…”
“You haven’t been with anybody else without a condom, right?” Kaoru asked, dropping just enough for the head of Kojiro’s cock to enter him. Both men groaned together, their pleasure and bodies harmonizing at the simple movement.
“Fuck no,” Kojiro grumbled, his fingernails leaving crescent tattoos on the soft flesh of Kaoru’s thighs. “I could never. How could I, with this, with you…”
“Then we’re fine,” Kaoru whispered earnestly. He carded his fingers through Kojiro’s hair, bringing his hand to cup his jaw before closing his eyes and slowly, tortuously dropping his hips.
The feeling of Kojiro’s raw cock was like no other. He could feel every vein, every pulse, every square centimeter of fiery hot skin against his walls, and it drove him crazy beyond reasoning. He dropped his hips all the way, all at once, causing a slap of skin on skin to echo in the room and his mind. He had only processed that all of Kojiro was inside him when he heard the sounds of struggle coming from his boyfriend.
When he opened his eyes, he was greeted with the Renaissance portrait that was Kojiro Nanjo in the throes of bliss. The moonlight streaming from the windows provided a perfect chiaroscuro, highlighting his expression and strained muscles in a milk-white spotlight.
More often than not, the second he slid down on Kojiro’s cock, he would finish on the spot. Not this time. It seemed as if Kojiro was using everything in his power not to finish because he could barely open his eyes or speak.
“Kojiro,” Kaoru murmured, trailing a hand down his boyfriend’s sweat-slick muscled chest. “Are you alright?”
“Fuck, Kaoru,” Kojiro breathed, his chest rising and falling erratically. “I’m more than alright. Fuck, fucking move.”
Kaoru licked his lips, his eyes heavily lidded with desire. “Can I get a please?”
Kojiro’s eyes flew open at that, those striking reds meeting gold. “Please.”
Kaoru couldn’t deny his boyfriend any longer. However, with only a few minute hip movements, Kojiro was already gripping him and bringing him to a halt.
“I’m close, fuck, I’m close—”
“Kojiro,” Kaoru said, slapping his boyfriend’s hands away until he fell back on the mattress, defeated. “What did I tell you?”
“I was so fucking close, Kaoru,” Kojiro whined.
Whined. Kaoru had gotten a preview of Kojiro’s brattish behavior back in the car, the first time he had ever witnessed his boyfriend nearly begging for something. Kaoru couldn’t hide the twitch his cock gave at that, and despite the heat broiling in his stomach, he felt a desperate need to draw those whines out of Kojiro again and again.
“Ngh…how about now?” Kaoru gasped as he rolled his hips in a way that had Kojiro’s cock brushing against his prostate with enough pressure that left him salivating. “Are you close now? Hm, Kojiro?”
Kojiro’s eyes squeezed closed again, his forest hair spread across the mattress wildly. “Shit, like that…yeah, just like that, Kaoru. More, more—”
Much to Kojiro’s chagrin, Kaoru steadied his hips, causing him to fist the bedsheets and buck his hips up in retaliation.
“Kojiro!” Kaoru exclaimed, steadying himself by planting his hands on Kojiro’s stomach, but that only made it easier to go along for the ride his boyfriend was giving him. “Ah, Kojiro—wait!”
“Oh, are you about to come?” Kojiro chuckled. His bravado swiftly toppled down the second Kaoru regained control and balanced himself by reaching behind him to grip Kojiro’s thigh, cementing his hips in place.
“Says you, you absolute buffoon,” Kaoru huffed. He would rather die than admit that yes, he had been close. The heat in his stomach was quickly reaching a boiling point, an unknown feeling when it came to having penetrative sex with Kojiro. How the hell was Kojiro faring so well?
“I’m doing just fine.” As if proving his point, he gave a half thrust, just to show that he could, that Kaoru couldn’t control him completely.
“Enough.” Kaoru was sick and tired of his game rules being violated.
He was a stickler for rules, as shown in S whenever Ainosuke bent or completely broke them without a second thought. But Kojiro knew better. So, Kaoru ground and swirled his hips at a pace that left Kojiro speechless. Kaoru’s cock bounced with the vigor of his movements, the slight indentation of abs on his svelte figure showing proudly.
“Kaoru—Kaoru! Fuck, please don’t stop…please, I’m so…” As if realizing that Kaoru was going to stop, Kojiro shut himself up and instead went along for the ride, palming Kaoru’s ass and following along with its gyrations.
“Close? You’re close?” Kaoru asked, his voice breathy and low.
Kojiro’s cock was beginning to pulse at a rate unfamiliar to Kaoru, who had only known three thrusts before feeling the condom expand inside him. It seemed to stretch him open with how big it was growing, and Kojiro wasn’t small to begin with. Kaoru hissed at the sudden stretch, but the pain coupled with the pleasure left his head fuzzy and unable to process any logic. Instead, it abandoned all thought processes together in favor of pursuing pleasure with reckless abandon.
“Hah, Kojiro…you’re so—ngh!” His voice poured with no regard as to how he sounded—all he knew was that he needed to moan, needed to make it known that his euphoria was consuming every thought, every synapse in his body. He wanted Kojiro to know that, yes, he was having fun, that he was feeling good, and that no matter what happened at that moment, he’d leave feeling satisfied.
It was only then that he realized that sex with Kojiro wasn’t about the orgasm. Sex in general wasn’t about orgasming. He enjoyed being in his lover’s arms, feeling his skin on his, tasting the sweat and come and spit along with hearing his moans like a symphony in his small one-bedroom apartment. He loved Kojiro’s cock, no matter how long it was inside him.
“Kaoru…Kaoru, you’re so…w-warm inside…” Kojiro’s voice died out as he watched his boyfriend mewl and move on top of him with the passion of a porn star. His eyes then fell on Kaoru’s bouncing, leaking cock, and he bit his lip before reaching forward and grasping it with a feather-like grip.
“Ah! Kojiro, that—!” The next movement Kaoru made with his hips inadvertently made him thrust into Kojiro’s hand, and move that fired every neuron in his brain and had him chasing that high again and again.
Kojiro could only watch in fascination as Kaoru thrust into his hand with each rock of the hips. But how could Kaoru not lose his mind? Being stimulated both in the front and back had his head floating off his shoulders into clouds so fluffy and light that he couldn’t fathom ever coming down.
“Keep…keep doing that, Kojiro. Oh, my—oh, my…!”
Kojiro sat up right as Kaoru finished in his hand and spurted his come all over his boyfriend’s chest and stomach. He knew Kaoru was about to come, having memorized every tic, every expression from the few times he had come by Kojiro’s hand. His eyebrows would furrow above those golden eyes that crossed as he’d look up at the ceiling before closing them, his kiss-drunk lips agape to let out those delicious whimpers and moans. Kojiro ate every single one by kissing Kaoru deeply, licking his bottom lip for silent permission before advancing his tongue into his warmth. Kaoru returned gratefully, their tongues sloppily hugging each other before he had to part to catch his breath from his heavenly orgasm.
“F…fuck…” he breathed, his shoulders sagging in fatigue.
“Wow, Kaoru Sakurayashiki cussing? Who taught you how to do that?” Kojiro teased, planting light kisses along his lover’s jaw.
Only after he had processed Kojiro’s words did Kaoru realize what had happened. He had lost his own game, the evidence right there on Kojiro’s chiseled chesticles. Kojiro’s cock was still inside him, still hard enough to stretch him open, and Kaoru’s ass was still empty of semen. It wasn’t as if Kojiro had gotten softer—no, in fact, Kaoru could feel his cock throbbing as if he’d finish at any moment.
“I…lost,” Kaoru mumbled, placing his hands on Kojiro’s hefty pecs. At least feeling up his boyfriend was a good consolation prize, but it didn’t solve the question of just how Kojiro was able to manage it. “How…how did you…?”
“Oh, how did I not come?” Kojiro asked with a smirk, one of his hands planted on Kaoru’s ass making its way down to where his cock was lodged inside his lover’s hole. He traced Kaoru’s entrance, which only made him whimper and dive forward to bury his face in the crook of Kojiro’s neck. “I used this numbing cream on my dick before the race. You always seem to get horny after them, so I thought ahead and…well, here we are.”
Kaoru’s face of shock was worthy of hanging a picture of it on the wall. His raised eyebrows then fell as he pouted and crossed his arms, flicking his hair behind his shoulder. “You cheated? Now, that’s not very fair.”
“I guess not,” Kojiro said with a shrug. Before Kaoru could retort with anything else, Kojiro gave another experimental thrust that had Kaoru scraping four red lines down his boyfriend’s chest. “Well, it made things interesting, right?”
Interesting wasn’t necessarily the word Kaoru would use to describe what had happened between them. He felt himself growing harder with each second he felt the minute movements of Kojiro’s cock slipping in and out of him, and he couldn’t deny the ever-present arousal he felt in his body whenever he was around his boyfriend. He cleared his throat and looked at Kojiro with a hard stare, his lips pulled into a determined frown.
“The only way you’ll be able to make it up to me,” he whispered, lifting his hips so that Kojiro’s cock slipped out of him, “is to fuck me until that numbing cream wears off.”
Kojiro had been in the middle of lamenting the sudden chill that hit his dick when Kaoru’s warmth and tightness disappeared, but his expression turned stony when his lover’s words finally processed in his mind. In one swift move, he had Kaoru on his back, his legs spread and his cock nudging against his hole.
Sliding a hand into Kaoru’s, intertwining their fingers, and listening for any sounds of resistance, he slowly entered his rightful place inside Kaoru, the tightness and heat of his lover returning all at once.
“Ahn-! So hasty…!” Kaoru gasped, the hand that wasn’t in Kojiro’s grip flailing forward before grabbing hold of his boyfriend’s back. “You couldn’t have warned me first?”
“Not when I’m about to fuck you until you come for me again.” Kojiro’s fingers brushed against Kaoru’s cheek before dropping to his chest, sketching a trail down his torso before ending just above his cock.
Kaoru began to writhe as if he could feel Kojiro’s hand on him already, but when he felt nothing, he paused and opened his eyes to see Kojiro staring up at him with a smirk that made him want to smack his lover into another dimension. “Kojiro! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Edging you,” he answered simply. His knuckles grazed Kaoru’s hardening cock with a whisper of a touch, an action so tedious that it had Kaoru huffing.
Kaoru tsked and rolled his eyes. “You’re joking.”
“I’m as serious as you are rock hard,” Kojiro replied easily before slapping Kaoru’s legs together and throwing them over his shoulder. Before Kaoru could say anything, he snapped his hips forward, nearly finishing on the spot from how tight Kaoru had grown from having his legs together paired with the surprise from the sudden change in position. He’d need to buy buckets of that numbing cream because the sight of Kaoru drooling from pleasure, squirming underneath him from too much bliss in too little of a body, was something he needed to see daily.
“Holy shit, Kaoru—fuck, this is nice…” he growled, biting the meat of Kaoru’s calf. Kaoru hid a yelp behind his hand, biting his knuckles as his head lolled to the side. As an apology, Kojiro licked the bite mark, which only left Kaoru in more of a fucked-out state than he currently was in.
“It’s too much, Kojiro…I can’t—I can’t—I’m—”
“Not yet.” Kojiro paused his rhythm and slowly slid out until he was about halfway inside Kaoru. He had to hide his laughter behind his forearm when Kaoru sat up and screamed at him. Once he regained his composure, he dropped his forearm and stared down at Kaoru, his position above him imposing and regal. “You’ll come when I tell you to.”
As much as he wanted to control, Kaoru enjoyed being controlled just as much. There had been multiple times when he’d had a stressful day, and all he wanted was for Kojiro to manhandle him and fuck him until he had to chase after his breath and skip work the next day. Kojiro had always finished too early before anything remotely resembling manhandling could take place, so, as much as Kaoru enjoyed taking the wheel, all he could do was lay back down and scoot forward so that he was taking in more of Kojiro’s cock.
“Please,” he murmured, rocking his hips to the best of his ability with his legs perched on Kojiro’s shoulder, getting stretched open just enough by Kojiro’s cock that all of his blood had drained to his own cock. “Please, Kojiro…I want to come…”
Alright, enough games. Kojiro had had enough of games. What he wanted was to fuck his boyfriend, something up until now had been an endeavor so fruitless that he had considered taking it off the table completely. He wanted to feel his boyfriend come on his cock, wanted to come inside him and feel every single groove of his walls hug his cock like an old friend.
And so Kojiro did just that. Holding onto Kaoru’s legs, he thrust away hard enough to have the bed squeaking and the mattress bowing underneath their combined weight. The sounds were so stereotypically sexual that Kaoru knew he wouldn’t be able to face his neighbors the next day, but he didn’t think about that at that moment. All he could think about was how Kojiro’s cock was ramming into his prostate with enough force and precision that he was already falling over the edge.
“Kojiro! Don’t stop—please don’t, I’m coming, I’m come—”
Tears of frustration escaped Kaoru’s eyes when Kojiro slowed his thrusting pace, cutting down the wave of pleasure that had been about to crest in his stomach. “Kojiro, I’m begging you, please—keep going, I want to come!”
“You just said the magic words.” With a chaste kiss to the bite mark he left behind, Kojiro thrust with such force that it rippled through Kaoru’s body like a whip. It only took three of these sharp thrusts for the bliss to finally overtake Kaoru’s body, the sensation resembling a warm shower, the water pitter-pattering on his skin and leaving him warm and relaxed.
The sight of Kaoru’s entire body freezing up paired with the restrictive tightness of his ass was enough to have Kojiro coming undone right then and there. He pulled Kaoru onto his cock until he was fully buried inside, hugging his legs to his chest almost in emotional support as load after load of semen flooded Kaoru’s walls with each squeeze his hole gave his cock.
“F…fuck! God, shit!” Kojiro’s expletives melted into graphic moans that far outweighed Kaoru’s quiet mewls of oversensitivity. His fingernails left angry red trails down the softness of Kaoru’s inner thighs, leaving him tattooed with evidence of Kojiro’s success.
Kaoru sighed at the feeling of semen inside him, an unknown sensation that he all but welcomed from the boyfriend to whom he had declared his love only weeks after meeting him. He had acted nothing but uncharacteristically around Kojiro—that was just what Kojiro did. He made Kaoru act like a fool, a fool who enjoyed the feeling of semen coating his walls and making him feel even more full than he already was.
Kojiro gently laid Kaoru’s legs down on the mattress, who then spread them open to make room for his lover. Kaoru held open his arms, and Kojiro gladly took the invitation, diving forward and sliding his hands underneath Kaoru’s waist to hold him close. They were sweaty, sticky, and slick with all sorts of body fluids, but they were creating courage for Kojiro to pull out.
“You lost,” Kojiro whispered into Kaoru’s ear, who groaned in protest. “That means we’re gonna have to fuck for the rest of the week. You think you can keep up?”
Kaoru moved his face so that he was glaring directly at Kojiro. He hooked his legs together and pushed Kojiro forward, milking him dry and smirking at the long groan that drew from him. “Mm…I can, especially if we fuck like this. The question is: can you?”
“S-sure,” Kojiro replied, still shaken up by how every centimeter of him was at the whim of Kaoru’s tight entrance. “As long as I have my numbing cream.”
Kaoru sobered at that, his smirk fading into a small frown. “Kojiro, I don’t want you to use that. I want you to feel all of me, even if that means you’ll finish quickly.”
He tucked a piece of sweaty hair behind his lover’s ear, bringing his hand down to his face to wipe away a bead of sweat next to his nose. “It’s alright that you don’t have much stamina. I have fun just being with you, regardless of whether we both finish through sex or not. I…I love you. And that means every part of you.”
Kojiro also sobered at that, but his expression was more disappointment than sincerity. “I’m just sick and tired of letting you down. I want you to feel good.”
“I will feel good no matter what you do to me, Kojiro,” Kaoru said with a light chuckle. “My entire body is an erogenous zone around you. It’s quite embarrassing, to be frank. Even if we’re just like this…I’m enjoying myself.”
Kojiro laughed. “Having my soft dick inside you?”
Kaoru pulled a disgusted face. “Well, when you put it like that…”
He was about to object when he felt Kojiro pulling out, but his body was so wracked with oversensitivity that all he could do was attempt to regulate his breathing. Once Kojiro was fully out, all Kaoru could focus on was the semen spilling out of him and leaving him cold and empty.
He watched as Kojiro flopped down beside him, blinking lazily from fatigue. “I never thought I’d get the edging turned around on me…that’s what I get for playing games.”
“Hey,” Kojiro said firmly, motioning to the sea of white on Kaoru’s chest. “You call this losing?”
Kaoru stayed silent, covering his face with his forearm. However, it was quickly taken away and replaced with Kojiro’s handsome, symmetrical face that grinned at him with a stunning smile.
“Let’s try this edging thing again,” he offered. “If I get to cry from desperation like you did…count me in.”
“You rude gorilla,” Kaoru grumbled, grabbing a pillow and hitting Kojiro with it.
However, he had truly taken a liking to edging. It felt as if he had completely separated from his body, becoming a slave to pleasure, his only goal to chase it.
And, well, it made Kojiro good at sex. Amazing at it.
And if edging was the way to go, so be it.