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as open as kanae is about his sexual endeavors on stream, he remains unexpectedly modest about his body off stream. even as someone who sees him almost every day, kuzuha has never seen him wear short sleeves, and the sight of his collarbones is far and few in between.
so he doesn’t really know what reckless statements his partner blurts on stream are fact or fiction. when kanae initiates sex, kuzuha wonders if he has to suppress his self-proclaimed masochistic tendencies to compensate for the vampire’s general lack of libido. he wonders if the kanae who once asked his listeners for smut imagines of him bottoming in his marshmallows is the same kanae who naturally leads in the bedroom.
in reality, kuzuha’s lack of forwardness in their relationship is just due to laziness (150 plus years of living can really do a number on sexual desire, he’s learned). however, kuzuha does want kanae, in any way kanae is willing to give himself to him. this may or may not include the way he felt comfortable enough around kuzuha to lounge around in his underwear, not minding the vampire’s blatant gaze on his smooth, soft legs.
one day, when a playful slap on the thigh promptly makes kanae shudder through his climax (along with the consequent rush of blood towards kuzuha’s own crotch at the sight), kuzuha resolves to put a little more effort in answering his unsolved questions.
the opportunity comes mostly by accident on a night before a long-awaited break in their packed schedules. kanae, who had arrived on kuzuha’s doorstep on a whim claiming his Imaginary Dog meter needed to be refilled, was convinced to stay the night when the dog wouldn’t stop whining every time he tried standing up.
“just stay. you don’t have anything to do tomorrow anyway,” kuzuha mumbles from his cozy position on the couch watching the two loves of his life.
as tired as he is from the day’s work, he doesn’t forget to bat away kanae’s teasing hands on their way to pinch his cheeks. however, he can’t seem to muster enough energy to wipe away the man’s grin. kanae perks up in the way he does when he’s about to drag kuzuha into something that requires proactiveness. “let’s watch a movie!”
one movie turns into three because kanae can never seem to settle down after finishing one happy Disney ending. they have both dissolved into laying positions (though kanae’s resolve to stay sitting lasted much longer, something about appreciating the high quality of art that was Be Our Guest. “you know, Beauty and the Beast really reminds me of us… —ow!”). kanae lays in front of the vampire, attention still rapt on the screen. kuzuha’s drained enough to be unabashedly affectionate, letting his hand wander along the sliver of skin on kanae’s abdomen exposed by his knit. a tell-tale sign of kanae also feeling spent from the day’s events is the way he doesn’t poke fun at the vampire. he does laugh when the hand on his stomach starts drumming to the beat of Under The Sea; otherwise, he doesn’t seem to bat an eye.
lulled to half-open eyes by gentle instrumentals and soft skin, his hand adopts a mind of its own exploring the velvety expanse—he doesn’t realize how low he’s traveled until his fingers knock against a smooth thigh from its path down the v-line. paying no mind, his nails gently scratch against kanae’s lower abdomen where he’s silky from hair removal procedures.
a trembling sensation from the body in his hold wakes him back to full consciousness. finally noticing his hand’s precarious location, his mind briefly flicks through the five stages of grief—or were there seven? he pulls his hand away like he’s been burned and turns kanae over. any kind of excuse doesn’t even have a chance to form on his tongue as he chokes on the sight of kanae, wide-eyed and flushed to his collar, lightly panting.
“sorry!” kanae steals the timing to apologize. huh? he watches his partner scramble from his makeshift nest of arms and blankets. “um! bathroom!”
“wait!” kuzuha’s nails catch on the fluff of his sweater. “kanae, wait.”
the man is still shaking, stood in place, but he’s not trying to dart off anymore. kuzuha watches a droplet of sweat roll down the back of his slender neck. an audible gulp precedes his words. “kuzuha, let me go to take care of this.”
“no.”
“hey! i’m not jok—“
“let me take care of you.” the words come tumbling out like they’ve been pushing at his throat—like he’s never meant something more.
kanae goes still. as if by second nature, his next route of action is to be thoughtful. “kuzuha, i know you’re super tired. don’t worry about it.”
annoyed, kuzuha finally grabs on to the man’s wrist and turns him to face him—all k-drama-like. kanae is gnawing at his lip, still refusing to make eye contact.
“you… stop putting me first. i want to take care of you for once.” by habit, their fingers intertwine. “i know it’s hard to let yourself go, but it’s me.” it’s just him—kanae’s other half.
silver blue eyes finally meet his own. he tries to muster all the resolve he could possibly have in his own gaze. the fingers in his hand tighten, a sign of kanae’s internal struggle. kuzuha decides to seal the deal. a gentle tug and, sweetly, “baby, come here.”
kuzuha could laugh at the way kanae’s knees immediately weaken, or the way he melts into his lap, but he’s just touched by the amount of trust his partner has in him. relieved, with a kanae returned in his arms, he breathes in the familiar fragrant-less smell of cotton. “tell me what you want me to do,” he whispers into soft, wavy hair.
a small “anything” is mumbled into his shirt. the bulge in kanae’s pants pokes at his thigh; he’s slightly amazed that the man could stay hard throughout their exchange. but he’s dissatisfied with the answer—wants him to be more selfish. pulling kanae out of his chest, he holds onto his chin.
“nervous?“ a nod. “want a kiss?” a more fervent nod.
kuzuha lets out a fond sigh, but he’s still waiting for a clear go. “use your words.”
kanae shivers. oh.
what does he do with that information? he tries to keep it together—tries not to think about kanae turned on by being ordered around, or about pressing kanae against the couch and ravaging him. he’d let him, he knows. but first, words.
“i’m not doing anything if you don’t want it.”
finally, kanae’s droopy eyes glint with a fire. “no! kuzuha, no, i want it. so bad… want you.” his words gently trail off, taken by the air between them.
repressing a smile, kuzuha rephrases his question, “what do you want?”
“kiss.”
“and then?” the hands on his shoulders tighten their hold. kanae’s small mouth twists into its signature pout, and his eyebrows furrow. kuzuha laughs this time. “what’s that face?”
normally, kanae softens up and laughs in response, but he’s troubled enough to maintain his expression. kuzuha gives in to his adorableness for once, leaning in to grant his wish. their lips meet in the middle, both pillowy from the vaseline they shared earlier (kuzuha knows it’s gross, but like with most things he can’t be bothered). his mouth opens automatically, letting kanae’s slick tongue in like he was programmed to. the kittenish licks to his fangs distract him momentarily until he remembers his newfound resolve to take the lead. moving his hands to the sides of kanae’s head, he twists his neck to slot his mouth tightly against the other’s, pushing back at his tongue with his own. kanae lets out a small whimper—the sound travels straight to his cock, an effective wake-up call for him to move on. he pulls away and watches kanae chase him with his hot breath.
“kanae, tell me,” his conviction comes out through his voice this time. the brunette whines at the loss of touch, squirming a little for some friction against his thigh. “nuh-uh.” his hips still immediately. “not until you use your words.” he needs him to verbalize his wants.
“kuzuha…” he’s still trying to take advantage of kuzuha’s weakness for his face, but that won’t do. kuzuha maintains his gaze on glossy eyes. “p-please.”
“please what?”
kanae hides his face in his hands. a whisper, “fuck me. please.” and for good measure, “idiot. dummy. stu—“
kuzuha pulls his hands away and replaces them with his lips—tries to get every corner he can reach—gives extra love to their matching teardrop mole. “good job, baby.”
kanae groans, “stop saying that or i’m gonna cream my pants!”
“gross!” his shoulder is deservedly slapped.
—୨୧—
if anyone told him this was how his night was going to go, kanae would have laughed in their face. what’s making his mind flick through different versions of ‘oh my god, this is really happening right now’ isn’t the way he’s being laid down gently against his sheets—it’s kuzuha, his kuzuha, turning off the TV, saying he doesn’t want to be getting down and dirty to the background music of kids’ movies. and when those ruby eyes meet his, he can’t suppress the urge to ask if this is really ok again. he’s out of his element; the nervousness that comes with relinquishing control makes his head spin—what’s keeping him sane is solely kuzuha.
“of course it’s ok, dweeb.” kuzuha’s usual lax drawl brings him an insurmountable amount of comfort. “why wouldn’t it be?”
he starts rambling, “i don’t know. i didn’t know you wanted to f-fuck me. i didn’t know if you would be into it—“
“i’m into it because i’m into you.” the grand statement is punctuated with a chuckle, so nonchalant, completely indifferent to kanae’s swelling of emotions. he feels like he’s watching a movie scene—one of an alternate universe in which kuzuha is the one doing the reassuring. however, the next statement’s familiarity brings him back down to earth: “such a weakling.”
as per usual, kanae can only agree. right now, he is especially so, watching kuzuha slick his own fingers up with lube. a shirtless kuzuha isn’t a rare sight in the least, but the image of him almost naked, with kanae’s legs around his waist, is precious enough to replace any lingering nervousness with arousal.
when the first finger slowly makes its way into his body, kanae feels like it’s what he’s been waiting for his entire life. it doesn’t even feel all that nice—the stretch slightly burns, but the space it occupies makes him feel whole. his mind gradually slips. kanae knows it shows on his face when kuzuha chances a look at him. “baby…” oh, god.
his eyes are barely open, so he feels more than sees kuzuha’s hand reaching under his sweater, hiking it up against his underarms. the stretch of the second finger causes a little more discomfort, but he’s quickly distracted by the spike in pleasure as the fingers on his chest brush against his nipples. groaning, his back arches to chase the friction.
“well, aren’t you pretty?” the words are felt as breaths on his chest; his eyes flutter open, shocked by kuzuha’s sudden proximity.
before anything coherent can leave his mouth, kuzuha noses at his sensitive nipple and presses the tip of his tongue against it. he yelps, instinctively trying to sit up, but kuzuha’s firm hand holds his body in place, thumb pressing on his other nipple. the fingers inside him suddenly speed up, and his chest sits at the mercy of his partner’s flicking and tonguing; he can only lay there, gasping, groaning. only a few seconds go by until his open mouth is silent—his body wracked by shudders.
no, no. he doesn’t want to come, yet. his hands scramble to hold onto kuzuha’s neck and wrist. whining, he moves to press his thighs together.
“already?” the hint of teasing in kuzuha’s tone makes him feel small. the handling pauses, but kuzuha keeps close, resting his chin on his now slick chest, smiling up at him.
kanae suddenly feels grateful for kuzuha’s lack of thoroughness—the only article of clothing he’s flung off of kanae is his boxers. even with his socks and sweater still on, he feels stripped to his core with the way kuzuha looks at him. and also like he could come on command.
the hand on his chest slowly travels down to grab ahold the back of his thigh. “a third?”
kanae briefly forgets his partner’s talking rule of the night and nods twice in lieu of answering, afraid that only weird noises will come out if he opens his mouth. apparently, he’s not the only one feeling a little impatient—kuzuha’s finger prods at his entrance anyway.
this time, it properly hurts. the stretch on his rim stings as kuzuha’s digit tries to wiggle in. he closes his eyes in an attempt to brave through it.
“idiot.” kuzuha sees through him immediately and withdraws his finger. he feels a hand gently rest on his face, combing stray strands of hair, tucking them behind his ear. “look at me.”
as obedient as he’s been all night, he’s too embarrassed this time to follow the order. instead, he tries snuggling into kuzuha’s palm, hoping this act of affection can soften up the damage. however, when he feels a thumb slip into his mouth, he startles—his eyes betray him, opening wide.
“mm?” he squeaks in question around the intrusion. he expects kuzuha to be laughing at him, but the perpetrator is simply watching him with half-lidded eyes. an answer comes in the form of movement inside him; kuzuha’s scissoring his two fingers, stretching him out to comfortably fit the third finger. the vampire’s burning stare remains locked on his face, his mouth, the drool that’s escaping from keeping his jaw wide. kanae tries swallowing, an awkward attempt at cleaning up his mess. his lips wrap around the thumb in the process, feeling it shake—the only sign of kuzuha being affected.
suddenly, the thumb leaves his mouth with a slick pop. it’s replaced by kuzuha’s mouth giving him a chaste kiss, fangs brushing against his bottom lip. before he can respond, his body is being flipped around by a hand on his waist. he gasps as his nipples brush against the sheets, immediately holding himself up by his forearms.
“the stretch is easier like this,” kuzuha explains. his voice is strained, exposing his own restlessness. without a second to spare, the third finger returns to his rim, and the slide is much smoother. it travels deeper with shallow thrusts instead of a long stroke, making kanae pant. more. he wants more.
“good?” kuzuha rasps. instead of answering, kanae moves his weight onto one arm to free up a way to touch his neglected cock. before his hand can reach its destination, a soft smack on the junction of his hip and thigh makes him let out an embarrassing squeal. “did you forget? tell me.”
kanae’s mind goes blank with arousal. his arm trembles until it collapses under him. he feels so weak—the only thing holding him up, anchoring him to reality, is kuzuha’s firm grip on his hip. it takes everything he has to form words. “yes… f-feels good.” suddenly, the fingers inside him curl and stroke against what could only be his prostate. he outright yells, body folding under himself to counter the electric shock of pleasure.
his back flares with goosebumps as a smile is pressed against his skin, and then, mouthed against it, to his despair, is: “good boy.”
“oh…” he groans, shaking. fluffy strands of hair flutter into his eyes as he closes them. he needs kuzuha, badly. this time he’s unrestrained, uncomposed about voicing his desire. “kuzu… —need you now, please.”
—୨୧—
“cold?” kuzuha wonders how sexy it is to ask about the temperature during sex. but this is sappy romantic kanae he’s dealing with—whose body responds to care and comfort as much as it does to impact. he moves closer to kanae’s body from where he’s slipping on a condom (with incredible difficulty, he might add. he couldn’t help but give himself a few strokes watching kanae squirm on his fingers. now he reaps what he sows trying to dress his fully hard cock in man-made rubber.)
kanae, still laying on his front (albeit much calmer out of the heat of the moment), is a sight to behold. kuzuha’s always felt like it could be forbidden seeing kanae’s soft skin when his default state of existence is being bundled up in layers. and like always, he savors it; his gaze follows the delicate dip in his lower back to the way his hair falls to frame his slender neck—along the line of his shoulder slipping out of his rumpled sweater—until he meets ashy eyes from where he’s turned his head to his side… and realizes he’s just gotten caught checking him out.
kuzuha knows for sure that kanae’s clocked out now because he misses yet another chance to tease him. he does murmur, “just a bit,” in his cotton candy voice. just a bit? of what? oh! right. kuzuha had asked if he was cold. he shuffles closer to the body under him before remembering he doesn’t emit body heat the way humans do, then, with his free hand, tries to pull kanae’s comforter over his shoulders, burrowing the both of them in. he’s distracted by a soft giggle.
“what?”
“you look dumb.”
he can’t help the fond smile growing on his face; the heat in the air has softened up, but seeing kanae’s sweet half-lidded expression reignites his desire. “you wanna see dumb?”
he flips kanae back to face him with a hand on his knee with ease, pushes it up to his chest, and doesn’t forget to hold his hand the moment his cock breaches his entrance. he inches deeper at a snail’s pace, watching kanae’s eyes shut involuntarily at the intrusion—and reopen again, unfocused in pleasure. his line of sight is stolen by the lips that open to let out a small whimper.
“ok?” he whispers as to not ruin the delicacy of the moment. another two frantic nods. “baby—“ a sharp intake of breath. “you know the rules.”
“good… good—it feels so good. more, please!” kanae practically sobs out the words, and it works like a spell. kuzuha lets go of any restraint and buries his cock with one full thrust, the squeeze making him gasp. below him, kanae’s small mouth is open in a silent scream, tears gathering at the ends of his eyes. suddenly, the hold on his cock increases in pressure, his tip pressed by fluttering muscle. he chokes.
“ka—“
“ah!” kanae’s entire body quakes, his thighs squeezing together. “oh… fuck. fuck.” he looks like he can’t stop whimpering, and his hips twitch up in flighty little thrusts. then, he comes to a rest, his chest rising up and down with his heavy breaths. even after that sudden flood of reaction, his cock is still fully hard, although it slightly weeps from the tip. kuzuha’s confused, but he also feels like he can come with a poke.
“kanae, did you—did you just—“ his voice cracks in the middle. “you came? dry?”
this time, kanae actually screams, but not in any sexy way. he turns his face into his pillow and hugs it tight. “yes! yes! i did! can you please just continue railing me?”
“fuck. shit.” that’s so hot. kuzuha can barely contain himself; he lays his forehead in kanae’s exposed chest and tries to find a way to handle what just happened. everything catches up with him: the sight of normally composed kanae, cute kanae, coming untouched—on his cock. before he knows it, he’s spilling into his condom, shallowly thrusting into kanae’s heat and groaning. he feels kanae’s gasp expanding his chest against his cheek.
clammy hands grab both sides of his face, lifting his head up. kanae’s just staring down at him in shock; his drowsy, puppy eyes are the biggest kuzuha has ever seen them. for a moment, they simply watch each other in silence, both trying to grasp a response to kuzuha coming early like a teenager. then, kanae bursts into unadulterated laughter—the kind that explodes out of his mouth when he’s done a successful prank in a game. kuzuha feels like he’s the one being pranked.
“shut up! shut up! shut up!” he yells, flustered. the tiredness he had ended the day with slowly melts back into his bones as his refractory period settles in—the only form of revenge he manages is palming kanae’s stiff cockhead. it’s effective. kanae’s obnoxious snickering trails off into an astounded yelp. he slaps kuzuha’s wrist, pulling his teasing hand away.
kanae‘s laughter returns after a pause. “you—“ a wheeze from his pretty mouth. “are you a high schooler? one… one thrust was all—”
kuzuha slaps his palm over kanae’s lips—ignores the immediate lick. he’s laughing now, too. “you better shut up before i leave you like this!” he glances at the hardness beneath him.
kanae shakes kuzuha’s hand off with a flick of his head. with mirth in his eyes and tone, he replies, “we both know you’re a puddle after you come, old man. just go rest up.”
kuzuha considers kanae for a moment, tries and fails to find any hint of disappointment in his face. he’s in awe and a little frustrated at how inextricably nice this human is, prioritizing kuzuha once again, even as he’s hard as a rock—and just seconds prior, was even begging to be fucked.
“kuzuha?”
he makes up his mind for the second time that night, summoning the little energy he has left in his immortal body: whatever it takes, he will spoil this man tonight.
“lend me your neck.”
kanae is visibly confused by the sharp turn in conversation. “what do you—“
“i’m gonna fuck you.”
the firmness in his words and gaze must translate because kanae doesn’t try to argue again; he simply gulps and makes way to sit up. the vampire grabs onto him, pulls him closer into the frame of his legs and holds him. kanae’s hands comb through his white locks and presses against his scalp where he knows he likes being massaged, bringing about a characteristic calmness only he’s capable of.
once upon a time, kuzuha, wracked by ghosts of the past, would freeze up at the idea of taking blood from kanae. he trusts him enough now to stop him before it gets too far. a certain irony exists in the way a human had to persuade a vampire to suck blood, but that’s how it’s always been for them. kanae has nurtured his capacity to take—to want, and now, while he pulls away gray wool to reveal pale, unmarked skin, he strives to do the same for him. “deep breath, remember?”
an “of course” grazes his ear. without a second to spare, he gives a small lick in warning and sinks in. he feels the rattle of breath that kanae never fails to let out before his tongue makes contact with blood. he drinks and drinks, not letting a drop go to waste. with each gulp, the warm flow of energy travels throughout his body in sparks, from his chest to the tips of his fingers where he’s holding kanae tighter and tighter. with kanae shaking in his arms, the little noises against his ear, the hands pulling at his hair, the urge to take more lightens up his bones. moaning, he grinds his hips into kanae’s hardness, grabbing at the pliable flesh of his behind and letting his finger sink in his hole, earning a whimper.
“kuzuha,” kanae cries. the usual call of his name signals the end of feeding; kuzuha immediately pulls away, licking at the bite marks and cleaning up his wound.
“okay? you okay?” frantically, he scrambles back to peer at his partner’s face. he’s teary-eyed—his default reaction to the slightest bit of pain, but kuzuha still can’t help but worry. kanae seems to sense a storm of mothering approaching and nips it by the bud by pressing his lips against kuzuha’s bloody ones. revitalized and hard as ever with the help of magic, he returns the kiss fervently.
kanae tries to speak through pauses, “kuzu—mm… hurry…”
hailing the command, he reaches to swiftly slip on another condom (in the middle of all this, he’s still aware that the both of them would not have enough energy to clean up otherwise.) then, without a second to spare, he brings kanae in by his waist and sinks him on his cock. kuzuha muffles his groans in kanae’s bite mark; kanae doesn’t have the same luck in silencing his noises in time, all his wet gasps sound by the point of kuzuha’s ear. warmth and slick hugging his cock for the second time makes him lose his patience—he sets an unrelenting pace from the get go, driving his hips into the man in his lap. kanae hiccups with every thrust, his entire frame wracking with force.
“uh! k—“ hands scramble on his back. “‘zu… ha! slow… slow down—“
pants leave his mouth as he heeds kanae’s request. “sorry... sorry, you ok?” he pulls back again to check on the man.
kanae, half-lidded and flushed to his ears, nods. he nuzzles the bridge of his nose against kuzuha’s jaw, mumbling, “just didn’t want to come so soon.”
“oh… ok.” ok. ok, shit. but first, “good job for telling me.”
kuzuha sees the moment kanae changes— the way his cloudy eyes get even murkier. “am i good?” he whispers like he can’t wait to hear what kuzuha has to say.
the vampire appraises the man before him, pliant in his lap, untouched cock forming a tent against his soft sweater, and happy with the tiniest bit of praise. he doesn’t hesitate: “you are. you’re so good.”
the way kanae softly melts into his chest digs a deeper hole in his heart, perfectly kanae-shaped for burrowing.
“take what you need,” kuzuha offers, tapping against kanae’s hip. “i’ll stay still.”
surprisingly, kanae shakes his head, brown hair ruffling against his bare chest.
“i need you to have me.”
his words are loaded and ambiguous all at once, and yet kuzuha understands. it answers all his questions: the way to spoil kanae is to indulge in him. so, kuzuha settles him down on his sheets again, pulls up his sweater just to admire his skin, and flitters his knuckle against his swollen cock. “such a pillow prince.”
a shy giggle flutters out from kanae’s mouth, and he lifts his hand to rest the back of it against his eyes. when kuzuha begins his slow thrusts, that hand forms a loose fist.
as his cock drives in deeper and the sound of their skin becomes more audible, kanae’s soft edges undulate, the glow of the room casting itself on the flank of his hip. the lines of his abdomen ripple and stretch as he arches in pleasure. kuzuha watches him become overwhelmed with the way he’s making a home for himself inside his body—to the point where he can pull out completely and easily plunge into him without resistance. shivering, he sits back and peeks at where they’re connected. it’s filthy—the sight of him catching on kanae’s rim every time he leaves.
it’s only natural for him to want to coddle him. “good boy,” he gasps into the warm air, “taking me so nicely.”
immediately, kuzuha feels the distinctive squeeze of muscle against his cock—knows kanae’s about to come. his teasing instincts make him pull out before the man can come again (or make him come again). kanae’s hips jump up, and he finally uncovers his face, revealing tear-ridden, sparkly eyes. “no! no, kuzuha! why?” his wobbly voice sobs.
surprised by the uncharacteristic burst of emotion, kuzuha’s heart (and admittedly, his cock) swells at the sight. “c’mere.” he hugs kanae tightly. “now why are you crying?”
the question seems to make him cry harder, and kuzuha breathes out a confused laugh. “want to take a break?” he’s answered with another shake of the head against his neck, this time accompanied by snot. “gross… you’re so lucky you’re a cute crier.”
the banter brings kanae back down for a bit—he tells kuzuha to shut up and, “i can literally feel you getting bigger.”
“ok, let’s pretend a crying kink is the craziest thing we’ve uncovered today. i can act pretty well.”
kanae has the balls to say, “it’s definitely the most extreme,” as if the state of his balls isn’t in kuzuha’s hands quite literally.
“kanae, i had to eat you to fuck you,” he argues. for some reason, that sends another wave of hot tears down kanae’s face. “what’s wrong?!”
the freak has it in him to let out a wet laugh. “i just—kuzuha,” he sniffles, “i love you. so much.”
there it is, those three words that usually make his fingers curl in embarrassment. but in this moment, this precious point in time where kanae can be vulnerable, kuzuha can’t help but feel the same love to an overwhelming degree. he doesn’t say it back as usual, but he does take the time to lean back and look him in the eyes—doesn’t resist the urge to kiss him on his flushed nose. new droplets of tears well up in those doe eyes for the umpteenth time. a fond laugh bubbles out of kuzuha’s throat at the sight, and he giggles even harder at kanae’s weak hit against his chest.
with one heavy, full-bodied thrust, kanae falls against the sheets, taking kuzuha with him. kuzuha’s mind is completely occupied by how beautiful his person is—with the way his silky, milk tea-colored locks, fanned against his pillow, become more tangled with each jolt he fucks into him. he thinks, this is my person, and that he could do this forever. however, if his sweet noises and swollen cock aren’t big enough hints, kanae deserves to come.
deciding not to waste any more time, he grasps the back of kanae’s knees and directs his attention to his prostate, pressing against it with every plunge. his wet mouth is permanently open to let out incoherent moans, each one driving kuzuha closer to his own limit. when the legs in his hold start shaking, he lets go to clutch onto his waist instead, dragging his body into each thrust.
“k—ah! ku… ha…”
“fuck, kanae. you wanna come?”
“wanna come… p-please!”
kuzuha groans. with the knot in his stomach tightening rapidly, he hurriedly takes hold of kanae’s weeping cock and presses a digit against his nipple. “come. come, baby,” he manages.
kanae’s body instantly stills, and with his head thrown back, spine arched, he finally comes. his socked feet are dug into kuzuha’s lower back where his wing slits are, inadvertently pushing him deeper. the spurts paint both their chests, ruining kanae’s sweater, and they’re never-ending—he shudders uncontrollably, knees drawing together, ankles crossing. kuzuha only manages a few more thrusts before the sensation of the walls closing in on his cock milks him, making him come for the second time. his mind goes haywire as a surge of mana flits through his blood rush, the only thing he’s aware of is the slight shift of his pupils into charmed hearts and the warmth of kanae’s skin.
when the room is only filled with their breaths, kuzuha finds the last bit of his strength to lift his body off kanae to pull out. kanae flinches heavily as he leaves, and kuzuha wordlessly strokes his flank in apology.
“bath?” breathes kuzuha. kanae’s habit of cleaning immediately after sex doesn’t escape his mind, so when he shakes his head tiredly kuzuha can’t help but be surprised. after he’s tossed his condom, he helps kanae out of his soiled sweater and uses it to wipe him briefly, noting his trembles. with every last muscle in his throat, he utters, “i’ll towel you.”
“you would?” kanae raises his head in interest.
kuzuha hums, feeling each bone in his body protest. “on second thought…”
the way kanae flops back on the bed is half adorable, half annoying. “you only want me for my body,” he whines.
“you’re telling me you have anything else to offer?”
“hey, i’ll cry.” kuzuha does not doubt the weight in that threat. “and i do!” punctuated with grabby hands, he declares, “cuddles.”
falling into his arms compliantly, kuzuha takes it as a pat on the back for a job well done in accomplishing his mini-mission. he decides it doesn’t hurt to be a bit more proactive if he gets to see kanae like this all the time—warm, soft, and raw with post-sex glow and pampering. belatedly, he remembers to change his eyes back to normal; the charm doesn’t work on kanae anymore, so it doesn’t really matter. the world works in wondrous ways, kuzuha ponders, making him so weak against this man. he uses the only weapon he has against him: “who knew the secret to making you more honest was to dick you down?”
“sleep time. it’s sleep time, kuzuha.” kanae locks his arms around his head with a vice grip.
“a good boy wouldn’t crush my head!”
kanae flushes and exclaims with an energy not befitting how worn they both are, “i’ll smother you!”
kuzuha puts an end to his murder plans by ignoring him, burying his nose in his bare collar, and mumbling a “good night.” he falls asleep, naked and gross against a naked and gross kanae; “sweet dreams” is the last thing he hears.