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Nagi didn't want many things in this life. Among them, he only desired a peaceful, pleasant, lazy life in the company of his attentive and beautiful partner. Well, that, and for his boyfriend Reo to sit on his face.
They had shared their first time together, entwined amidst rough moans and sticky fluids. They had been dating for a whole year, and Nagi yearned for Reo more and more with each passing day; he needed to taste every inch of his smooth skin, savor every muscle in his body, and imprint him eternally in his mind. Oh, Nagi was obsessed with his Reo. The recurring thought of Reo with his thighs spread and his cunt on his face had been born after a soccer practice.
Nagi was sitting on the damp grass, trying to regulate his breathing while his entire body dripped with salty sweat. Reo was beside him, bent over towards the ground, his hands gripping his own knees as he smiled tiredly. The sports shorts clung to his curvaceous figure like a second skin, leaving little to Nagi's imagination. He could admire every detail beneath the soaked fabric: Reo's muscular, fleshy thighs, the roundness of his plump ass, and above all, if he sharpened his gaze, he could make out the outline of his pussy. Reo's sweetened scent had multiplied thanks to the sweat; that fruity, cloying smell left Nagi dazed for a good few seconds. When Reo took a seat on one of the benches, he did so by placing each of his legs on either side of the wood, letting his crotch adhere to the hard surface.
Nagi wasn't sure if he was truly a disgusting pervert in disguise, or if Reo really looked that erotic in that position. The omega's face was tilted towards the sky, his eyelids were closed, and his lips, slightly swollen and pink, inhaled and exhaled very fast. Reo's hands gripped the edges of the bench, generating an irrational jealousy within the alpha. That should be him, god, what he wouldn't give to be that bright, lucky wooden bench right now. He was thirsty for his omega; every second spent away from his scent and his taste was torture.
Reo's cunt was, undoubtedly, Nagi's favorite meal. He loved eating him out, satisfied with Reo's loud, cute moans as he turned to jelly in his arms. He loved the wild, raw sensation of Reo's hands pulling his hair, guiding him to find the perfect speed and pressure. Nagi's pants began to feel uncomfortable and tight. His prominent erection fought against the soccer uniform, seeking a release that was still a long way off. Reo offered him a subtle, perverse look: one that glanced eagerly at his crotch accompanied by a mischievous smile.
"We're going home, treasure. But we have to shower first."
Ough, what a shame, Nagi really adored it when Reo was all sweaty.
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Reo's body rocked on Nagi's lap with a steady, soothing rhythm. Nagi watched Reo's swollen, reddish lips, the result of their passionate kisses and fleeting bites. They were a disastrous sea of moans and touches, pulling their bodies closer as if they wanted to merge into one.
His cock ached, crushed against the rough fabric of his underwear while Reo's cunt slid relentlessly over his entire length. He could feel how wet he was, his sweet warmth and the cushioned texture of his folds. Nagi thrust his hips up frantically in search of more friction and relief, fighting the urge to throw Reo onto the mattress and mount him to his heart's content. The obscene scene he had witnessed that afternoon at practice wouldn't leave his mind. Nagi could only think about how much he wanted, no, needed to have Reo using him as a mere chair.
"Fuck, eager, aren't we?" Reo nibbled and licked his neck, his hands moving without hesitation towards the waistband of Nagi's boxers. "What do you want to do? We'll do whatever you want today, for scoring three goals in the match."
"Whatever I want?" Nagi repeated, dazed, his pupils as dilated as an eclipse covering his grayish irises. Reo nodded, amused, transferring his scent to Nagi through caresses and rubs. "Sit on my face, Reo."
Reo stopped his movements abruptly. He pulled away from his neck to look Nagi in the eyes, an uncertain, confused tone in his purple irises. He furrowed his rounded eyebrows while his head tilted as if he hadn't understood the alpha's request.
"Like me… sitting? On your face?"
Nagi nodded his head up and down with fervor several times. Still, Reo's confused expression didn't change in the slightest. The omega's hands stopped on Nagi's shoulders as he seemed to sink into his own thoughts. Nagi was growing desperate and tried to lunge for Reo's lips, but without any success. The omega was swift and placed his index finger on Nagi's mouth to push his face away a few centimeters.
"I'm not going to sit on your face, Nagi," he stated with a certain roughness, and Nagi felt something break inside him. Overwhelmed by arousal and impatience, he whimpered pitifully, hugging Reo's waist to pull him even closer to his body. "No, Nagi. It's dangerous and unnecessary; we can try any other position."
Nagi felt like a small child being scolded by his parents for wanting to buy candy, as if the sweets had been ripped from his chubby hands without remorse. Normally, Nagi obeyed and never argued or contradicted anything Reo said; because if Reo said it, what he says goes. But Nagi wasn't planning to give up so easily, and no matter the effort and insistence required to convince Reo to sit on his face, he would do it. After all, Reo wasn't that heavy, and Nagi could even support his entire weight with one hand, so he was more than prepared to handle it.
"Reooooo," he whined, sharpening his tone of voice until it sounded pitiful. "Please, please, please. I'll do whatever you want. I'll go to all the practices, I won't complain or grumble, but please, I need Reo to sit on my face…"
Reo sighed audibly. The hardness and unyielding facade he had maintained just seconds ago vanished as quickly as it had come. He leaned in to kiss Nagi, a calm, slow kiss that ignited Nagi's stifling heat and desire even more.
"Aight," convincing him had been much simpler than Nagi thought. "But only for a little while."
Victory. Nagi nodded nonchalantly just before pouncing on Reo's lips. Impatient, Nagi lay on his back on the bed and left a generous space between the headboard and the pillow so Reo would have enough room. Reo put on a little show for Nagi, making the last garment covering his intimate area disappear from his body. He crawled uncertainly until he was straddling Nagi's chest. From that angle, Nagi had an impressive view. A transparent, thin layer of sweat clung to his pale skin, making it glow under the yellowish light filling the room. Reo's figure was mesmerizing; slender and fit while his beautiful purple orbs looked down at him from above.
"You ready?"
More than ever. Nagi nodded again, his gaze tracing the contours of Reo's entire body until it reached his goal. Reo carefully positioned himself on either side of Nagi's head, maintaining his balance by gripping the headboard of the bed. Nagi immediately placed his hands on Reo's thighs, as if drawn by magnets, and applied slight pressure to encourage Reo to lower himself.
Reo's fragrance was addictive and fierce in that area, and Nagi inhaled like a madman before salivating like a dog and sticking out his rough tongue to give a timid lick to the omega's clitoris. Reo's legs buckled for an instant, but he quickly recomposed himself, careful not to let his weight fall on Nagi's face. Nagi felt a little sad and disappointed by that, because what he wanted most was to suffocate between his thighs, to become intoxicated by that sweet, sticky smell that made him lose his sanity. He wanted Reo to put all his weight down, to sit in the literal sense of the word; still, he wasn't going to pressure him to do it. Having his tongue buried in his pussy was enough for now.
"S-Sei, oh, yes… like that, my love," Reo sighed between short gasps, bringing one of his hands to Nagi's hair.
The sway of Reo's hips followed a calculated, careful rhythm, just like the caresses on Nagi's hair. Automatically, the alpha's hands buried themselves in Reo's thighs, applying a certain downward pressure to encourage him to let his weight rest on his face. Despite Nagi's efforts, Reo still maintained his slow movements, letting out small moans while tightening his grip on his head.
A trickle of saliva and slick dripped from the corner of Nagi's mouth, who closed his eyes, completely immersed in the taste and smell of his omega. The alpha created recurring circles and waves with his tongue, thirsty to taste more and more of Reo. However, Nagi knew the omega wasn't fully enjoying the moment; he was more focused on being excessively careful and slow to control the weight he placed on his partner. This frustrated him, a lot. Nagi couldn't enjoy his fantasy if Reo wasn't satisfied. And Nagi wasn't one to give up so easily, not when it came to Reo. So, adjusting his position under his omega's legs, he massaged his thick thighs while sliding his tongue to enter Reo's entrance.
"A-Ah! Wait, treasure," Reo tried to stop him, pulling almost weakly on his hair, but gave up immediately.
Reo's moans were music to his ears. Reo's stability and control wavered for seconds, precious seconds where Nagi felt almost all of Reo's weight fall onto his face. He took advantage of the omega's moment of weakness to squeeze his thighs firmly, pushing his hips down. The headboard hit the wall with a crude sound, and when Nagi half-opened his eyes, he saw that Reo had leaned forward. His face was completely flushed, and his plump, pinkish lips parted as he panted. Nagi moaned against his pussy, feeling so aroused that he began to thrust subtly into nothingness, desperately seeking to relieve the pressure in his crotch.
After a few minutes, Reo was an amalgamation of moans without any self-control. He let his weight rest on Nagi's face, trapping his head between his strong thighs. Reo rocked his hips back and forth, setting his own pace while holding Nagi's hair, preventing him from moving.
The omega's scent was his cocaine, injecting itself into his nostrils and turning him into an addict to Reo. His velvety tongue moved at Reo's mercy, traveling over his clitoris, exploring the narrow walls of his vagina, and culminating in the area of his perineum. It was a dream for Nagi: to stay still and give Reo pleasure while being used as he wished. He was born to please Reo, exclusively to complement him and make him happy; he had no doubt about it. Clumsily, he moved one of his hands to try and lower his pants and underwear enough to free his painful, growing erection. When he succeeded, he let out a sigh of relief, noticing a drop of precum fall onto his abdomen. He debated masturbating while still devouring Reo, but being able to deliberately grasp the flesh of his firm, silky thighs was much more tempting. He would have time for that later.
"O-Oh, god! Seishiro, m-mmhg!" he screamed between moans, pulling his hair so hard that Nagi's scalp burned. "I-I'm close, treasure."
Nagi was already beginning to find it difficult to breathe, and he felt the lack of air in his body, but he wouldn't stop even if he were crazy. He just clung even tighter to the omega's thighs, digging his short nails into his skin and forcing him to bury himself deeper onto his tongue. Nagi's position was suffocating: the delicious smell, the intense heat, the thick fluids, the force exerted by both Reo's thighs and hips; he was going to overdose on Reo.
When Reo finally reached his climax, Nagi went approximately ten seconds without being able to take a breath. All of the omega's weight was on him, trapped between his legs with no escape whatsoever; not that he wanted one. When Reo rose, his whole body trembling noticeably, and detached himself from Nagi's mouth, he was able to recover all the lost air. The alpha blinked several times with a foolish expression of adoration and devotion. He looked up with glassy eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The entire area around his lips shone intensely, soaked in Reo's fluids and his own saliva. Reo stroked his cheeks gently, smiling softly just before climbing off his chest and lying down beside him to kiss him. The kiss was slow and wet, and Nagi was so enthralled that he jumped when he felt Reo's hand envelop the shaft of his swollen cock.
"Reo," he whimpered shamelessly, thrusting into Reo's fist while holding his waist possessively. "Reo, Reo, mgh-"
It only took him a few seconds to come, throwing his head back and biting his lower lip to not make too much noise. He had one of the best orgasms of his life, and as soon as he could, he snuggled into Reo's neck and collarbone. He nibbled his skin, leaving the mark of his teeth on Reo's body.
"Are you happy now?"
Nagi nodded; not happy, he was ecstatic. How bad of an idea would it be to remove all the chairs from their apartment so Reo could only sit on his face?
"I didn't hurt you, did I? You didn't suffocate? Does your neck hurt?" he asked with some concern.
"I'm fine, Reo. Can we do it again tomorrow?"
Reo visibly relaxed, and before answering, he distributed kisses all over the alpha's face.
"Mmmm," he pretended to think about it, a small smile appearing on his lips. "If you do well in training, yes."
Faced with that proposal, Nagi decided that, from then on, he would give his best in all his practices. No matter how lazy he felt or how tired he was, he was going to get his reward, no matter what. The only problem was going to be concentrating on soccer and not on how much he wanted to take Reo home to be alone with him.