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The first time Hajime gets his hair cut professionally, he barely makes it through the front door before he’s tackled by his boyfriend. Tooru has always had a few inches on Iwaizumi but now that he spends pretty much every free moment practising volleyball either back home in Japan or over in Argentina, getting jumped by him is roughly equivalent to a yorkshire terrier getting jumped by an overly-excited golden retriever.
Not that Hajime isn’t strong himself, he has always prided himself in being able to keep up easily with the boys his age even before medically transitioning and he still enjoys a good sweaty workout but Tooru always manages to sweep him off his feet one way or another.
“I’m happy to see you too,” he huffs, trying to regain his balance. He barely manages to wrap his arms around Tooru to keep them both from tumbling to the floor and somehow manoeuvres them inside before any of their neighbours feel the need to pop their heads out of their windows to see what all the fuss is about.
He kicks the door shut with his heel and quickly finds himself wedged between the door and Tooru.
“I stalked you from the kitchen window and oh my god, you look so hot, babe,” Tooru says and presses a kiss to Hajime’s lips, running his hands through the freshly cut hair. “It’s so spiky, I like that. Makes you look like a sexy hedgehog.”
Hajime blushes and shoves Tooru off of him, rolling his eyes. “Shut up.”
Tooru giggles and takes Hajime’s hand into his own, pulling him close once more. He brushes his fingers over Hajime’s face and laces his hand into his hair, leaning in to kiss him. His lips are smooth and warm, and Hajime sighs softly.
“You really do look great, baby,” Tooru mumbles into their kiss, scratching his nails over Hajime’s scalp, moving his lips down over his strong jaw to his neck. “Makes me want to bend over for you right here and now.”
Hajime sucks in a breath and tilts his head, giving his boyfriend easier access to his neck. “Oh yeah? If I had known that, I would have gotten my hair cut months ago.”
Tooru chuckles against his skin, dragging his lips up Hajime’s neck, catching his earlobe between his teeth. “Go on then, fuck me. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Hajime groans and spins them around, pressing Tooru against the door and slotting their bodies together. He fists one hand in Tooru’s hair, the other finding his hip. Their kiss is hungry, almost sloppy, a mess of tongues and teeth.
Tooru groans into his mouth, and Hajime swallows it up greedily like he’s starving. He slides his fingers under the hem of Tooru’s shirt, digging them into the soft skin beneath.
“I want to eat you out,” he slurs against Tooru’s lips, trailing his fingers higher, pushing up Tooru’s shirt until it pools just above his chest and they separate just long enough so Tooru can wriggle out of it.
With a satisfied hum, Hajime latches his lips to Tooru’s broad shoulders and delicate collarbone, leaving behind a trail of blooming hickeys and bite marks. He has always been possessive like that, digging his teeth into Tooru’s tan skin whenever he can, leaving behind hickeys and hand-shaped bruises whenever they have to separate so Tooru can return to Argentina.
He kisses his way down Tooru’s sternum, past muscular pecs and fading top surgery scars. He hungrily drags his tongue over Tooru’s smooth stomach, desperate to taste his skin, moaning at the faint taste of salt and body wash. His fingers toy with the waistband of Tooru’s shorts before slowly peeling them down, kissing and licking every inch of newly exposed skin until the shorts drop to the floor. He’s not wearing any underwear. Of course not.
Tooru is panting by now, fingers laced into Hajime’s hair. He has his head tilted, eyes fixed on his boyfriend before him. Soft blush spreads from his cheeks up to his ears and down his neck, and Hajime looks up at him with a satisfied grin.
“You’re all worked up already and I haven’t even started yet,” he says with a chuckle, placing both hands on Tooru’s hips, thumbs caressing his hip bones. Ever since he can remember, Hajime has had a certain obsession with Tooru’s waist and hip bones that he can’t quite explain but seeing and touching Tooru like this makes his mouth water.
“Not my fault,” Tooru groans, coaxing another chuckle out of Hajime.
“Whatever you say, pretty boy.” He places a kiss just below Tooru’s hip bone and runs his fingers over Tooru’s pussy. He hums. “God, you’re so wet.”
Tooru whines, rolling his hips. “Don’t say that.”
Hajime chuckles. “I’m simply saying the truth, baby.” He rubs his thumb over Tooru’s swollen cocklet, years of testosterone having left their mark, and Hajime simply cannot get enough of it. “You can’t help it, hm? Always getting so wet for me.”
Tooru whines again, clamping his eyes shut. “Y-Yes,” he stutters. “Now shut up and put your mouth on me. You’re being such a tease.”
Hajime hums contently and replaces his fingers with his tongue, pressing it against Tooru’s swollen pussy, hungrily tasting him. He closes his eyes, dragging his tongue from the top all the way down to Tooru’s hole, dipping his tongue inside.
Tooru tugs him closer, and Hajime obediently follows, keeping his head still to allow Tooru to grind against his tongue. “Oh fuck,” he groans, his thighs quivering. He tugs on Hajime’s hair harder, thrusting his hips forward and into Hajime’s mouth.
Hajime opens his eyes, looking up at Tooru and almost choking at how beautiful he is. His cheeks are flushed red and his hair sticks to his sweaty forehead. The muscles in his arms move underneath his smooth skin, and Hajime has the overwhelming urge to sink his teeth into Tooru’s bicep.
“More,” Tooru rasps, and Hajime obeys. He slides two long fingers into Tooru’s tight heat, groaning when Tooru sucks his fingers in, muscles squeezing around his digits. He fucks Tooru with his fingers, sucking his swollen cocklet into his mouth, carefully worrying it between his teeth just how Tooru likes it.
When Tooru pulls his head back, Hajime’s knees ache and his jaw feels sore but he knows that if Tooru wanted him to, he could go on for hours. He licks his lips with a satisfied hum and slides his fingers out of Tooru, bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean.
“You and that godlike mouth of yours,” Tooru says with a chuckle and pulls Hajime back onto his feet, pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss. “I can taste myself on your lips. It’s hot.”
Hajime chuckles too and nudges their noses together gently. “Come on, I’m not done with you.”
With an excited grin, Tooru laces their fingers together and drags Hajime down the hall to their bedroom. They stumble through the door, once again a mess of long legs and grabby hands and hungry lips.
Tooru fists his hands into Hajime’s hoodie, tugging on the fabric until it rides up far enough so he can push his fingers beneath.
Hajime gasps at the touch, whining when Tooru teases the sensitive spot above his hip bone. “I want you,” he rasps, dragging his own hands over Tooru’s burning hot skin.
Tooru chuckles and helps Hajime pull his hoodie off before bringing his hands back down to the waistband of his jeans, fumbling with the button and the zipper.
Together they manage to get each other undressed, Tooru completely naked and Hajime in just his binder, before tumbling into bed. Hajime has Tooru pinned down by his wrists, straddling his boyfriend’s hips and leaning down to press their lips together.
“Mh you look so good on top of me,” Tooru says against Hajime’s lips, willingly opening his mouth so Hajime can slide his tongue inside. He moans.
Hajime’s mind feels fuzzy. He kisses his way down Tooru’s neck to his shoulder and collarbone, tasting the salt on his skin and inhaling the lingering scent of his body wash. He drags his tongue from the hollow of Tooru’s throat to his jaw, sucking a hickey right beneath it.
Tooru wriggles, rolling his hips up and whimpering relentlessly. “You’re being such a tease again. Touch me, please.”
Hajime chuckles and slowly lets go of Tooru’s wrists, trailing his fingers over his forearms and strong biceps, letting them dance over his top surgery scars and ribs. He moves between Tooru’s legs, spreading them wide. He hums at the sight, licking his lips. “You’re so wet, baby.”
Tooru buries his face in his hands with an embarrassed whimper. “Stop saying that. You sound so dirty when you do.”
“I’m simply telling the truth.” Hajime rests his hands on Tooru’s thighs, his thumbs drawing small circles over the tan skin. He stays like this for a moment, allowing himself to take it all in. Tooru looks beautiful in the sunlight streaming in through their bedroom window. His hair is tousled and his eyes are bright and rich and golden. He smiles at Hajime.
“Like what you see?” he asks, confident and cocky as always.
Hajime smiles and leans down to meet Tooru for a kiss half-way. “I always do,” he whispers and dips his right hand between Tooru’s legs. Tooru’s pussy is hot and wet against his fingers, and when Hajime pushes two fingers into his hole, Tooru moans and laces his hands into Hajime’s hair to hold him close.
“You feel so good,” Hajime hums against Toori’s lips, hungrily driving his fingers into the tight heat again and again, swallowing up every sound that spills from Tooru’s mouth, no matter how small.
Tooru cries out when Hajime hits that sweet spot inside of him, clinging to his boyfriend desperately. He spreads his legs wider, his body moving in sync with Hajime’s fingers. “Want you,” he slurs. “Want you to fuck me.”
Hajime presses a kiss to the corner of Tooru’s mouth and sits back up, sliding his fingers out of Tooru. “Give me a second to get ready,” he says and climbs off the bed.
From the top drawer of his nightstand he retrieves a pair of harness boxers and slides them on before grabbing three different dildos and placing them on the bed in front of Tooru.
“Help me pick one out?” he asks with a shy smile.
Eagerly, Tooru sits up. He contemplates his choices for a moment before picking one out and handing it to Hajime. It’s a short but thick toy with delicate veins and a wide tip.
“Your favourite, hm?” Hajime teases and puts away the other two toys before quickly fixing the toy Tooru picked out to the harness.
When he first came out, Hajime was worried that it would change their dynamic, especially in the bedroom, but Tooru has been nothing but supportive and has always made Hajime feel safe and desired.
“You look so handsome,” Tooru purrs. He moves closer to the edge of the bed and pulls Hajime closer by his hips, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.
Hajime hums, leaning into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup Tooru’s face. It’s moments like these that he wishes would last forever. Sure, he had his fingers knuckles deep into his boyfriend a minute ago and will fuck him senseless soon but right here and right now, he is the happiest he could possibly be.
Tooru sneaks a hand between them, running his fingers over the waistband of the boxer shorts and trailing them over the strap, squeezing the base of the toy. “You’re so big,” he murmurs, coaxing a snort out of Hajime.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Tooru pulls Hajime back onto the mattress and on top of him, wrapping his arms around his strong shoulders, kissing his jaw and neck, spreading his legs wide.
Hajime follows his lead, positioning himself between Tooru’s legs, the tip of the strap pressing against Tooru’s soaking pussy.
Their bodies have always fitted together perfectly.
Nudging his hips forward, Hajime slides into Tooru slowly, soaking in the sweet moans and blissful expression on his boyfriend’s face. He allows Tooru to get used to the stretch, kissing his jaw and neck and shoulders, running his hands through his silky hair and over his strong arms.
“So good, so fucking big,” Tooru groans when Hajime is inside all the way, their bodies pressed flush. “You always make me feel so full.”
Hajime hums, slowly starting to move his hips. He slides out all the way before pushing back inside, thrusting in deep every single time. “Can you hear that, baby? Can you hear how fucking wet your pussy is?”
Tooru cries out, burying his face in the crook of Hajime’s neck, clinging onto him. “Harder,” he slurs. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
And Hajime does. He places his hands on the mattress on either side of Tooru’s head to keep himself steady, fucking into Tooru with hard and precise thrusts, making the bedframe shudder with every time Hajime’s hips slam against Tooru’s body.
Tooru clamps his eyes shut, mouth slack. Moans spill from his mouth and some drool trickles out. He lifts his long legs and pulls them towards his chest so Hajime can slide in at an entirely new angle, hitting his sweet spot with every single thrust.
“S-So good,” he slurs.
Hajime groans at the sight below him. Tooru is the most beautiful man he has ever laid eyes upon, and seeing him this bare, this vulnerable makes his heart flutter. He is filled with hunger and desire burns in the pit of his stomach.
He moves one hand between Tooru’s legs, finding his swollen clit and rubbing his fingers over it, coaxing desperate moans out of Tooru.
“You’re so hard for me, baby. You look so hot with my cock all the way inside you.”
Tooru whines and nods, lower lip caught between his lips. “J-Just for you. Love it when you watch me. Never take your eyes off of me.”
Hajime leans down to press a kiss to the corner of Tooru’s mouth. “How could I ever?”
He slows down the pace of his thrust, sitting back once again to watch the strap disappear inside Tooru’s wet pussy. Every time he pushes in, slick leaks from the inside, and when he pulls out, the strap is completely soaked. It’s hypnotising.
Tooru whines, propping himself up on his forearms so he can look down too. “You’re being mean,” he says with a chuckle, his voice cracking.
Hajime looks at him with a grin. “You like it when I’m mean.”
Tooru huffs and slumps back down, wiggling his hips impatiently. “But right now I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“Oh yeah?”
Tooru bites his lip and nods. “I need it so bad, babe. Need you to fuck me hard until my pussy is bruised from your big cock. Please.”
“Get on all fours,” Hajime orders and slips out of Tooru, helping his boyfriend turn around before nudging the tip of the strap against his pussy teasingly.
Tooru buries his face in the sheets, whining and whimpering as Hajime continues to tease him. The strap rubs over his pussy and his swollen clit, collecting the slick that drips out of him and spreading it over his pussy. “Please.”
With a hum, Hajime pushes back into him. He has his hands placed on Tooru’s hips to keep him steady as his thrusts quickly increase in speed. He buries himself as deep as he can every time, pulling out all the way and then slamming back inside.
Beneath him, Tooru is a mess.
Hajime brings one hand to Tooru’s swollen pussy, running his fingers over his cocklet, rubbing the sensitive skin, pulling on it gently. “Mh, that's my good boy.”
Tooru moans and nods. “Y-Your good boy,” he slurs, his entire body shaking with every hard thrust. “Only yours.”
Tooru’s words send fireworks off inside Hajime’s chest. He almost collapses on top of Tooru, kissing his shoulders and his neck. “Yes,” he groans between thrust. “Mine. All mine. I want everyone to know that you belong to me, that no matter how much they stare at you and flirt with you, it’s me who gets to have you beneath me every night. Only I get to love you and fuck you.”
Tooru cries out, fisting the sheets. “Yes, yes, yes.”
And without any warning, Tooru cums. His muscles spasm and the sounds die in his throat. His hips helplessly roll back and forth, into Hajime’s hand and against the strap, pushing it in deeper and deeper.
Hajime fucks him through it, kissing his burning skin and whispering soothing praise into his ear.
“I love you,” Tooru rasps, blissfully riding out the final waves of his orgasm.
Hajime chuckles. “I love you, Tooru.” He pulls out and carefully helps Tooru lie down before wriggling out of the harness and discarding it on the bedroom floor. He runs his hand through Tooru’s messy hair. “Can I get you anything?”
Tooru rolls around and pulls Hajime against his body, tangling their legs together. “Just this,” he whispers and presses a kiss to Hajime’s temple.
Happily, Hajime snuggles closer, burying his face in the crook of Tooru’s neck, inhaling his scent. He can feel his own heartbeat slowing down as it matches Tooru’s, both of them laying in silence to catch their breath.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Tooru whispers after a while, trailing his fingers up and down Hajime’s toned arms.
“Could I… would it be okay if I… sit on your face?”
Tooru smiles and kisses him. “Of course.” He rolls onto his back and pulls Hajime on top of him.
At first, Hajime feels shy about it. Sure, he and Tooru have been together for years but there is always something so vulnerable about presenting himself to his boyfriend like that. He positions himself with one thigh on either side of Tooru’s head, hands resting on the headboard. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
Instead of an answer, Tooru simply pulls Hajime’s hips down against his tongue, licking and kissing his wet pussy like he’s a starving man.
Hajime almost topples over, holding onto the headboard for dear life. Sparks shoot up his spine and he feels dizzy, his hips grinding down against Tooru on their own accord. His skin prickles and heat curls in his stomach.
“T-Tooru,” he moans, glancing down. “Fuck.”
Tooru has his face buried between his thighs, eyes closed. His fingers dig into Hajime’s skin as he holds him in place. Strands of hair stick to his sweaty forehead, and Hajime reaches down to fist one hand in Tooru’s silky brown hair.
“You look so good between my thighs, baby.”
Tooru moans, the praise only making him suck and lick Hajime with more determination, an unstoppable hunger. He glances up at Hajime, and when their eyes meet, something uncurls in Hajime’s stomach.
He cums hard, squeezing his eyes shut as his orgasm rolls through him like a hurricane, his hips helplessly rutting against Tooru’s mouth. His entire body is on fire, nerve ends blazing as his muscles spasm.
Trying to catch his breath, Hajime slumps onto the mattress, peeling his eyes open and looking at Tooru.
His boyfriend is grinning at him, chin and lips glistening with Hajime’s pussy juice. He licks his lips and wipes his mouth clean on the back of his hand before leaning over and pressing a kiss to Hajime’s lips. “Enjoyed yourself?”
Hajime just groans and smothers him with a pillow. He truly loves this man more than anything.