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U-san scowls at their notebook.
The song they're writing is just about finished. The melody is right where they want it, and they've got a good idea of how they want to do the mixing. Mine and Alex sent over their guitar and drum tracks yesterday, and those came out absolutely perfect.
Which leaves lyrics, aka the bane of U-san's existence. Their desk is scattered with notebooks and scraps of paper, and their computer screen is covered by notepad files, all in an attempt to consolidate the ideas they've been jotting down as they've come to mind over the past few weeks.
The first few bits were easy. A few lines snapped right into place, and a few more only took a bit of fiddling with. But as they've kept on working, their progress has slowed down drastically.
Surely they must've at least made some headway by now? U-san sets their pencil down and takes a moment to compare their progress on the lyrics to their notes on the song's structure.
Nope. Not even halfway through. They still need to figure out half the chorus, most of the verses, and the entire fucking bridge. They swear, that bridge is going to give them gray hairs.
They growl loudly at the page, massaging their temples. Music is their life's calling and their truest love, but sometimes, U-san has to wonder why exactly they decided to do it full-time.
Just as that thought crosses their mind, their other truest love peeks in through the open door of their room. "Is something wrong?" Shoto asks, his brow furrowed in concern. "I could hear you growling from three rooms away."
"Sorry, forgot the walls are thin." U-san lays their head in their hands. "Lyric writing is being… lyric writing."
Shoto, very familiar by now with U-san's least favorite part of songwriting, steps into the room and gives them a pat on the shoulder, which they lean into with a sigh. "I've been sitting here spinning my wheels all morning," they lament weakly.
Shoto hugs them from behind and bends down to press his cheek to the top of their head. "Do I need to make you take a break?"
"Not sure how much it'd even help." U-san nuzzles their head against his cheek. "My brain is a mess."
"Well…" Shoto sneaks a kiss onto their cheek. "Maybe I can clear it for you."
Muddled as their mind is, it takes U-san a moment to process what exactly Shoto means. They're just about to ask what he's taking about when he drops to his knees and scoots under their desk, fishing out the pillow he keeps there specifically for this kind of situation. The weight of his head on their knee brings them back to reality - and Shoto's offer is looking very appealing.
They reach down and run their fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp as they do. "Go right ahead."
Shoto is quick to obey, unfastening U-san's pants and freeing their gradually-hardening arousal from the cloth. Almost tenderly, he presses the tip to his soft lips, letting the warmth of his mouth slip over them as he gently pulls their foreskin back.
Shoto doesn't seem to be trying to get them off just yet, just gently suckling at their head, giving them a bit of pleasure to melt away the stress of the morning. U-san gives his hair another stroke by way of thanks, then leans back in their chair to just sit with the sensation for a little while.
Several minutes (and about half a line of lyrics) later, U-san feels their teeth start to grit. Being suckled is helping, sure, but they need more.
Dropping their pencil with a decisive clatter, they stand up to get better leverage. Shoto follows the movement with the ease of long practice, rising to one knee.
They both know the rhythm by now, with over a year of dating and probably a good couple hundred blowjobs under their belts. They can read each other's intentions in their body language, with little need for words. Standing up means U-san wants the lead - they could get sucked just as well sitting down. Shoto's picked up the cue instinctively, no pause to think, and answered with a cue of his own.
Obligingly, U-san lets him release them from his mouth and adjust his angle, then presses in again to slide against his closed teeth and into the hollow of his cheek. They thrust shallowly, grinding their tip into the soft back of his cheek, feeling the different textures play over their sensitive skin.
Shoto sucks on them as best he can, though it's a little tricky to get good suction like this. His hands reach to clasp and gently squeeze what's outside his mouth.
It's not terribly intense, but it's certainly a refreshing change of pace from their usual.
With their libido kicked up by stress, U-san starts to throb and leak a good deal faster than they'd expected, even under Shoto's gentle ministrations. "Won't last the first round," they warn.
Shoto nods and hums in acknowledgement, and that's enough to send pleasure lancing through U-san's body. "Oh fuck, that's it," they groan, bracing their hands on his shoulders. "Keep humming for me, baby…"
He does just that, and soon U-san's hands clamp down on his shoulders, climax washing over them like a breaking wave. Amidst the haze, they can feel Shoto dutifully drinking their seed as it flows through the narrow gap between his jaws behind his teeth.
He pulls back once they stop shaking. "Better?"
"Way much better." U-san flops down into their chair, bending down to give Shoto a kiss. His mouth tastes like the sea, salt and musk, and it shouldn't taste good, but it does.
Shoto meets the kiss happily, then withdraws to return to his cushion under the desk. Another testament to how well they know each other - U-san knows they'll probably want another round later.
They reach down to ruffle Shoto's hair. "When I finish these lyrics, I'll pay you back for every single round."
U-san can feel Shoto's shiver of excitement against their leg.
"I'm holding you to that," he promises, slipping their tip back into his mouth and licking it clean.
U-san gives a low hum. Shoto's touches are gentle, easy on their sensitized nerves. Warm and pleasant without breaking the spell of kenja settling over them, without muddying that sweet clarity. "There's my good boy," they murmur. "You're so helpful, you know that? So sweet and obedient."
Smiling to themself at the nuzzle Shoto gives their thigh in response, they pick their pencil back up and set to work.
The clarity's fading, and there's still so much to do.
U-san catches themself glaring at their notes again, drops their pencil, and starts massaging out their hand. At least the other half of the chorus is done now?
Shoto, perceptive as ever, gives them a few stronger sucks. The sharp bursts of sensation help thin the fog on their mind, and U-san reaches down again, nudging Shoto's head to take them deeper.
He obeys, and their mind briefly goes blank.
"Fuck." All thoughts of rhythms and synonyms and hatred for the absolute clusterfuck that is English grammar vanish, crushed beneath the onrush of pleasure. They've gone from half-hard to full mast in seconds. Shoto's good at this.
Leaning back in their chair, they close their eyes and enjoy the feeling. Warmth floods through their body as it thrums with sensation, and for a moment something in them worries against all reason that they'll shatter then and there.
A few deep breaths, and they adjust to the feeling. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but it's a good kind of overwhelming, the kind that drives all their worries away. Without any frustration drowning it out, a clever little turn of phrase even manages to pop into U-san's head, and they quickly jot it down for later before returning their attention to Shoto.
"That's it," they murmur on a particularly deep stroke of the rogue's lips. "Mmm, you take me so well, baby. I can't possibly get upset when you're so damn warm for me."
Shoto's about to release them and say something, but U-san stops him with a hand on his head. "Shh, no need for words right now. Just suck. Use the safe signals if something's wrong."
When there's no pinch to the back of their ankle, U-san begins to card their fingers through Shoto's hair. "Such a good boy. Such a good helper. Taking all my worries away." Hit with inspiration, they write down a potential line of lyrics. "My baby. My muse."
A few minutes go by in companionable silence after that, broken only by occasional scratches of U-san's pencil or quiet slurps from Shoto. Pleasure builds up slowly in the musician's gut, not completely distracting them yet, just filling up the space in their brain where frustration had been slipping through before. They work slowly, still, but a lot more steadily than before.
Eventually, though, something's got to give.
U-san sets their pencil down and lets out a quiet moan, eyes slipping closed to focus on touch. "Mmm, that's right… just make me feel good, baby."
Shoto touches them right at their base, running a finger along the root of them in a slow half-circle from the top down to their sack, which he scoops into his palm in one practiced motion. His thumb begins to trace gently up and down the seam between their balls.
U-san sighs happily. "You're so talented." They lace their fingers into Shoto's hair, not pressing him down, just resting their hand on his head.
They can feel the corners of his mouth twitch, trying to smile around their girth. His tongue begins to trace intricate whorls over their skin, and he hums under his breath, drifting mindlessly between notes, aiming only to give them pleasure.
Their hand glides from his hair to his cheek, and they tenderly caress his face even as the vibrations of his voice send little sparks of pleasure to skitter up and down their spine. "Just like that…"
U-san loses track of time as Shoto obeys. The world blurs, melting around the edges into a haze of sensation. They caress Shoto as he drips pleasure into their system, licks and hums, lavishes them with attention. Their hand feels when his cheeks hollow to suck them down, their breath grows ragged with anticipation when his tongue loops perfectly around their tip.
Finally, the flame in their gut stokes high, and U-san bends down, looping their arms beneath Shoto's sides, pulling him into a hug as best they can in this position. "I'm so close, sweetheart."
The hand on their sack curls into a gentle clasp - Shoto does love to feel their body wring itself dry.
That gentle clasp proves to be the last straw. U-san bends down lower over Shoto, hugging him tighter, and their mouth drops open in a low keen. Stars dance behind their eyelids as they drain onto his tongue.
When they come to their senses, U-san slides off their chair to hug Shoto properly. "Did I mention you're good at that?"
"You did. A few times, actually." Shoto ruffles their hair, kissing them with those ocean-flavored lips.
Their tongue takes a quick swipe through his mouth to find it empty. "You're such a good boy, always drinking every drop I feed you."
Shoto nuzzles them, preening at the praise. They kneel together on the floor for a moment longer before U-san returns to their chair. They can feel kenja setting in, and much as they'd love to cuddle Shoto all day, they know these minutes of clarity are too precious to waste.
They still make sure to give him plenty of headpats as they set about compiling their scribblings. Shoto's head is impossible to resist patting.
That fucking bridge just won't cooperate.
Everything else is done. They've sorted through all their half-coherent mid-sex notes, wrestled out a stubborn bit in the second verse, put some very nice flourishes on the outro - everything except the bridge.
They don't realize they're white-knuckling their pencil until it snaps in their hand.
Shoto (who, small mercies, is still dutifully nursing on their tip and easing their stress a bit) tilts his head and makes a muffled noise of concern.
At the feeling of vibration against their skin, U-san's anger plunges down between their hips, turning into fire that demands to be fed. They stand up quickly, pressing a firm hand onto Shoto's shoulder to keep him from chasing them up. "I need to take this all out, Shoto," they warn. "And I want your fucking throat. I want to ravage you. Give me a safeword - quickly, please, before I lose my mind."
Shoto smirks up at them. "Villain." Green light.
"You asked for it." U-san kicks off their pants and underwear, and slides their chair back to get more room. "Open your throat."
Shoto scoots forwards to kneel clear of the desk and arches his neck. He thinks for a moment, adjusting the angle of his head to straighten his throat as much as possible, before he decides he's got it right and his jaw falls slack.
U-san takes the invitation right away, stepping into a shallow lunge and bending forwards. Even with stress and desire shredding their mind, they know exactly how to match Shoto's angle and burrow to the hilt in one smooth motion. They've both throated each other so many times, the stances are etched right into their instincts.
The familiarity doesn't stop Shoto's throat from feeling like heaven, though.
U-san full-on moans as they nestle out a place in that searing squeeze, as they answer the fire inside them. This, this is what their body craves. Then Shoto swallows determinedly, and the ripple of his throat lights U-san's nerves up in the best way.
"Fuck." U-san pulls back a few inches, then stuffs themself right back down Shoto's throat. The rogue sputters at the rough motion, but U-san isn't worried. Shoto knows the safe signals better than he knows his own name. (Quite literally so, in fact - he has, on at least two occasions, actually forgotten his own name but still been fully able to signal them.) They grind against his face with a deep groan, mind going fuzzy around the edges from the sheer intensity of it all.
Shoto makes a tiny, muffled noise of pleasure, and when U-san looks down, they find that he's palming at himself over the inseam of his pants.
"You like that?" U-san manages to pant out between ragged breaths. "Like me - hah - fucking your throat? Taking - hah - everything I need from - hah - from you?"
Shoto nods eagerly.
U-san smirks and pulls back, rubbing their tip on Shoto's tongue. "Deep breath for me, okay?"
Shoto takes advantage of the pause to catch his breath, panting for a moment before dutifully sucking in a big lungful of air.
When they're sure he's ready, U-san slams back home.
They don't pull back and thrust this time, just grip Shoto's head tightly, holding him still against their stomach. The rogue flinches and gags - he's got good control of his gag reflex, but it's still there - but U-san shows no mercy, stroking his throat with the pads of two fingers to feel how they're bulging it out. "I am staying right here until you either safe signal or pass out." (They both know this game, but it never hurts to be transparent.)
Shoto's lips twitch into the closest thing he can manage to a smile with his mouth stretched open, and his eyebrows tilt into an expression that's clear as day, even with his eyes unfocused from lust: bring it on.
U-san chuckles under their breath and stays exactly where they are, plugging his throat closed with their girth. With the hand that's holding his head down, they stroke their thumb over his hair, while their free hand gently but firmly presses fingertips into his neck, feeling how little give there is in his throat. His muscles spasm and flutter around them, milking out a few first drops to drizzle down his throat, and tears are just beginning to bead on his lashes.
The strongest, most dangerous person they know, happily letting them choke him just to cheer them up. The ego trip is almost more arousing than the tightness of Shoto's throat.
Shoto lasts a good few minutes, but eventually, U-san does feel a sharp pinch on the back of their ankle. Quickly, they withdraw, hand on his throat so they can feel the bulge slip out.
Shoto's face as he drinks in the fresh air goes straight to their loins. The desperation and relief in his eyes… it's even better than being down his throat.
It only lasts a moment before Shoto's doubled over coughing, but that's more than enough to make U-san throb.
"Safeword?" U-san asks once Shoto catches his breath.
His voice is raspy now, but the eagerness in it is genuine. "Villain!"
"You really like having your throat railed raw." U-san sets the same brutal pace as before, but takes longer strokes this time, drawing almost all the way out of Shoto's mouth before plunging back to the hilt, giving him chances to take a good deep breath in between having his throat plugged with them. Riding high on their power trip from the choke earlier, they can feel the knot in their stomach drawing tight. "Not long now."
They hold their pace, plowing Shoto's throat open, taking their pleasure in his pliant, willing body, driving themself right onto the edge. When they're hanging by a thread, they pull back and rub their tip on his tongue again. "One more deep breath for me, baby. I'm gonna pump it all straight into you."
Shoto breathes deep, and at his nod of readiness, U-san hilts themself fully. He swallows around them, and the world goes white.
U-san blinks away the haze of pleasure to find Shoto still on his knees.
He's pulled back to let himself breathe, but their tip still rests in the warmth of his mouth, and he's gazing up at them with the satisfaction of a job well done in his eyes.
Overcome with pride and affection, U-san bends down, scoops him up to stand, and pulls him into a kiss.
The kiss is sweet and tender, soothing Shoto's wracked body. The brine on his lips is faint now, the lingering traces of their seed wearing away with time. Either they zoned out for way longer than usual, or Shoto really did let them put every single drop down his throat.
"That's my good boy, my sweet love. You did so well for me." U-san rubs his back with one hand. "Taking every little thing I give you. Taking all my worries away. I'm so proud of you."
Shoto, looking tired but content, just cuddles closer to them.
"Do you need a cough drop for your throat?" U-san cards their fingers through his hair.
"That'd be nice, yeah," Shoto murmurs, leaning his head on their shoulder.
U-san extracts one hand from the hug, opens their desk drawer, and rifles through it until they find their stash of cough drops. They pull one out, unwrap it, and press it to Shoto's lips.
Shoto takes the drop with a grateful little nuzzle and sucks on it thoughtfully. "I can still feel your seed warming me up from inside," he muses after a moment, voice already steadying. "Been meaning to ask, how's the song going?"
"It's almost done." U-san sighs. "All that's left is the bridge, but I can't for the life of me figure that bridge out. I love how the accompaniment goes, but every time I try to put lyrics to it they end up ruining the whole thing - wait." They perk up, kenja abruptly snapping into place. "That's it!"
"Hm?"
U-san hums the bridge of their song experimentally. "Fuck it, this bridge has given me too much stress at this point, and it already sounds great. I'm leaving it instrumental!"
Shoto squeezes them, beaming. "Congrats!"
"Now… I think I owe you something." U-san squeezes him back before disentangling themself from the hug. "Undress and get comfy on my bed, okay? I'm going to clean up my notes and then join you."
Shoto gives them an earnest, eager two-finger salute. As he steps aside to start unbuttoning his sweater, U-san sits down at their desk again, gathering their scratch paper into a neat stack.
They take their time cleaning up, wanting to give Shoto a chance to relax. Notebooks are stacked in order of size, and the stack carefully placed at the corner of the desk. Scratch paper gets paper-clipped together and stowed neatly in the desk drawer. Notepad files get consolidated and saved, then their laptop is powered down. The broken pencil is sharpened, turning the splintered ends into extra points, and tucked into its compartment in the drawer.
When everything's in place, U-san stands up, bends to prop Shoto's kneeling cushion against the wall under the desk again, and tucks their chair back into place. Only then do they turn, and see their boyfriend in all his glory.
Shoto's tall, leanly muscled body is splayed over the quilt, short hair swept back from his face and scattered across the pillow every which way. His violet eyes are lightly closed, and he's rock hard.
U-san's shirt joins the pile of discarded clothes before they even have time to think.
In two easy strides, they're kneeling beside Shoto on the low bed (a compromise between them being used to futons and him needing a full mattress, but now proving very handy because it doesn't need to be climbed into). He tries to open his eyes, but U-san swiftly covers those eyes with a gentle hand. "Don't think. Just feel."
They lie over him and brush a gentle, almost chaste kiss onto his mouth.
"Can you be good and keep your eyes closed for me," they whisper, leaning over towards his ear, "or should I blindfold you?"
"Blindfold sounds nice," he answers, cough drop clicking against his teeth as he speaks. "I like the pressure on my eyelids."
U-san hums in acknowledgement and fishes a soft scarf off the shelf above the bed. With one hand, they scoop up Shoto's head, raising it just enough to slip the blindfold under. They set him down again and wrap the cloth into place across his eyes, tying it at his temple so he doesn't have to lie on the knot. "Comfy?"
"That's perfect."
"Good." They give him another tender, closed-mouth kiss, then lick across his lips to taste the honey and herbs on his breath. "Now relax and let me reward you."
They kiss down his body, touching their lips to the point of his chin, then the underside, followed by three little brushes down the length of his throat. The next kiss lands between his collarbones, and from there they drift sideways to seal their lips over a nipple.
Shoto gasps a little at the stimulation, but quickly relaxes into it. U-san smiles, squeezes his hand by way of praise, and gently sucks on the sensitive little bud.
It only takes a few seconds to get the effect they want. A few pulls of suction, a well-placed lick, a careful touch of a tooth with no real bite behind it, and Shoto lets out the prettiest little moan.
U-san releases the nipple, kisses Shoto's breastbone, and latches onto the other nipple, carefully drawing a second moan from him. With both nipples given their due attention, U-san returns to kissing down his body, getting fiercer now, lip-brushes replaced by full kisses that gradually turn to hickeys down his stomach.
They gentle again when their lips reach the neatly trimmed curls between his legs, but they still press open-mouthed kisses to his root, along his shaft…
Their mouth closes over his tip, and they give him a single suckle, licking up his droplet of pre as they do. Then they're trailing again, down his sensitive underside and onto his sack. From there, they ditch the neat line of kisses to nip at the soft, inviting skin of his shapely thighs.
Shoto squeaks, arching up to the bites.
U-san just laughs and nuzzles his leg. "Enjoying this, are you?" (They know full well the answer's yes - both of them have sadomasochistic streaks a mile wide - but it's just too perfect of teasing material.)
"Course I am," Shoto murmurs back. "You said to just feel, didn't you?"
U-san had been expecting a bit of banter when they said that, but Shoto's response catches them off-guard. It's just so perfect. Playful and teasing, but so pliant and obedient too…
They nuzzle Shoto again, their spent arousal giving a valiant little twitch at that perfect response. "You are such a good boy, so perfect for me." Hurriedly, they busy themself with biting Shoto's thighs more. Tempting as fingering him open and slipping inside is starting to look, they'd rather not spend the entire afternoon with sore balls after trying to wring out more than they've got. Besides, they did promise him three blowjobs.
Before long, Shoto's little squeaks and arches turn into beautifully needy whimpers, and there's a delicate constellation of marks adorning his skin. Deciding to have some mercy on their boyfriend, U-san nips their way back up to Shoto's hip level, licks a stripe up the underside of his shaft, delicately sips the pre off his skin.
Shoto moans as they finally begin to work him over in earnest, sealing their lips firmly over the first couple inches of him and drawing whorls across his skin with the tip of their tongue. He's warm and heavy in their mouth, occasionally throbbing when they lick at a particularly sensitive spot. The perfect size, too - not as unwieldy as theirs but still plenty to work with.
Curling up in his lap and getting comfortable, they give their head a small bob and begin setting a rhythm. Slow, to begin with. Tenderly, they suck him down, draw back to breathe, suck him down again… all the while, their long, deft fingers brush soothing patterns into the skin of his hip.
Shoto, showing as ever how well he knows what they like, lies mostly still and relaxes into the stimulation. This is his treat, after all, their thanks to him for getting them through the morning. All he needs to do is feel good.
Not wanting to interrupt their ministrations to praise Shoto aloud, U-san reaches up with their unoccupied hand, clasps one of Shoto's hands, and gives it an affectionate squeeze.
Shoto's throb and sigh are all the confirmation U-san needs that he understands exactly what that gesture means. He always reacts so beautifully to praise.
Hearted, U-san continues their work, snuggling against his legs as they lap at him. He's leaking steadily now, keyed up from spending the morning on his knees, and U-san gets a wickedly mischievous idea.
They pull back to his tip and suck on it as hard as they can, licking his frenulum all the while. Just as they'd hoped, Shoto wails, shaking as he comes. That trick gets him every time.
Normally, they'd slow down at this point and gently guide Shoto through the peak. This time, though, they don't let up, pushing him into overstimulation, corners of their mouth twitching into a wicked grin.
"Aahhh! What was that for?!" Shoto thrashes hard enough to knock his blindfold askew, overwhelmed with sensation.
U-san just holds up one finger, then sticks up a second, then a third. Give me a safeword?
"Cellophane," Shoto calls.
Hearing their yellow safeword, U-san pulls back, gently rubbing his frenulum with their thumb in the meantime. "What's up?"
"I'm loving this, don't get me wrong." Shoto takes a moment to catch his breath. "But if you keep that stroke up for the whole thing, I will pass out."
U-san shrugs. "I'm cool with that if you're cool with that."
Shoto thinks for a moment. "Not like I have any plans today. And you give godly aftercare. Villain!"
"Villain!" With the green light, U-san picks up right where they left off, licking briskly and suckling harshly, determined to drain him dry.
The brief pause let Shoto cool down a bit, but it only takes a minute or two before he's right back where he was before, shivering as U-san works him over. He's slowly leaking drops of pre into their mouth, keening beautifully beneath their touch, half-covered eyes blown wide and clouded over…
All too soon, he shatters with a cry. An impressive amount of seed floods U-san's mouth, and again they don't let up - in fact, they double down, sucking even harder, gently squeezing his sack, chasing him higher and higher…
Shoto hits his third climax before the second is even really over. Sure enough, the pleasure proves to be too much for him, and his body goes limp.
When they're sure Shoto's gone under, U-san eases back, letting his body ride out the rest of the climax. Then, as soon as he's lying still, they swallow the seed in their mouth, sit up, and scoop Shoto up to lay him across their lap, propping his legs on their shoulder and slipping the blindfold off his face.
His eyes flutter open in less than a minute, but he quickly closes them again, smiling and snuggling up to them. Confident that Shoto's recovered from the faint, they lie down and help him settle in beside them.
Shoto lies there for a moment, catching his breath, before rolling over to face U-san. "Babe." His voice is shaky and breathless. "Every time I think I've had the best sex of my life, you find a way to outdo yourself."
"Couldn't have done it without you." U-san kisses his forehead. "You've been so brave and good for me all morning. You obeyed so well, made me feel so good, you're my sweet baby, I love you so much. C'mere."
Shoto happily wraps an arm around their shoulders, and the two of them snuggle up close. "I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" U-san asks gently.
"You were the perfect amount of rough." Shoto tenderly kisses their mouth. "Maybe wouldn't want to do this every day, but it was fun. How are you feeling?"
"I think I'm dropping a little, but it's nothing serious." U-san closes their eyes. "Just a little tired and antsy. I'll be fine if I rest for a few minutes and stay close to you so I can feel sure you're okay."
"Let's cuddle until the drop passes, then." Shoto pulls the blanket back and tucks them both in. "I could use some rest too."
U-san nestles up against Shoto with a smile. "Once I'm feeling like myself again I'll make us lunch, and we can relax for the rest of the day."
"Sounds really nice." Shoto runs his fingers through their hair. "Hey, maybe some other time I can see if I can knock you out."
U-san gives him a playful nudge. "I'm part demon god, I'd like to see you try."
Shoto just grins and snuggles closer. "Challenge accepted."