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It’s a typical weekend afternoon for Hiroto and Jaemin. They sleep in, exhausted from staying up until the early hours of the morning having sex, and Jaemin only wakes up when Hiroto resettles into bed, a tray balanced in one hand.
“Breakfast?” Jaemin rubs the sleep out of his eyes, his hair in disarray.
“You need to keep your energy up,” Hiroto says, slipping underneath the covers. He, of course, knows that after breakfast is done, their empty plates will be put to the side, forgotten about as they go for round number God-knows-what.
True to his words, Jaemin finds himself pinned down against the mattress again only 45 minutes later, crying out into the late morning as Hiroto fucks into him.
“Your pussy’s so hungry for my cock,” Hiroto grunts out, hands running down and tracing the smooth planes of muscles on Jaemin’s back as he fucks in-in-in, mostly grinding against it and never really pulling out far.
Jaemin whimpers as he fists the sheets underneath him, face pressed against the bed and gasping out, feeling his hot breath against his forearm. “Oh, fuck, Hiroto, I want—“ He mumbles the next words into the bed, and Hiroto can’t make them out.
“What do you want, baby?” Hiroto draws out slightly and pulls Jaemin’s hips upward, intensifying the arch of his back and spreading his folds.
Jaemin grabs a pillow next to him and buries his face in it, saying something and this time, Hiroto can barely figure out the words.
“Nothing, it’s fine, just—keep fucking me, it’s fine.”
Hiroto gives the back of his head a look, and he pulls out completely, hearing Jaemin whimper at the sudden emptiness. “C’mon, baby, just tell me what you said,” Hiroto says, mind racing at the possibilities as he rubs the head of his cock up and down Jaemin’s sopping pussy.
He feels Jaemin intake a sharp breath before lifting his head up from the pillow and saying in a small voice, “I—I want more,” he says. “I want something more along with your cock,” he continues, voice lowered to a shamed whisper. Hiroto leans down to press a soft kiss to the back of his neck, noting the blush spreading down it.
Hiroto lies down next to Jaemin, placing a hand on the side of his face. “Hey,” Hiroto says softly, “that’s nothing to be embarassed about.” Jaemin finally turns to look at him, his pupils blown wide and the blush from his neck creeping up his cheeks.
Jaemin presses a kiss to Hiroto’s mouth, running a hand down the hard planes of Hiroto’s body to his cock, where it’s still mostly hard and lying against his stomach. Hiroto deepens the kiss, mouth open in a gasp when Jaemin wraps his hand around his cock, thumbing at the smooth head and underneath it. He shifts closer to him on the bed, locking a leg over Hiroto’s waist and breaking the kiss to sit on top of him.
The bed creaks as Hiroto moves to sit up against the headboard, his arms enveloped around Jaemin’s body. Jaemin lifts up and holds Hiroto’s cock in place as he sinks down, letting out a low moan at the feeling of being filled once again.
He starts a harsh rhythm, working his hips up and down as he rubs over his swollen clit. The wet slapping sounds echo through the empty bedroom, mixing with Hiroto’s groans as he stills Jaemin and fucks into him, holding his waist steady as he thrusts his hips up.
“Fuck, Jaemin,” Hiroto moans out, grabbing Jaemin’s ass in his hands and pounding in harder, “you want more, don’t you?” Jaemin whines in response until Hiroto shoves two fingers in his mouth and he sucks on them, wetting them with his spit.
It’s unexpected when Hiroto brushes a spit-slick finger over where Jaemin’s pussy is stretched wide around Hiroto’s cock, teasing the opening and making Jaemin’s fingers speed up, body trembling. “Oh, oh god—“ He feels the heat spark brightly in the pit of his stomach at the prospect of being filled even more.
“You want my finger inside, don’t you?” Hiroto smirks and pushes his index finger in to the first knuckle, his fingertip sliding against his cock and stretching Jaemin’s hole further. It’s a ridiculously tight fit, and he feels Jaemin clench around it instinctively and cry out.
“Oh god, fuck, yes, Hiroto.” His fingers are a blur until they still completely. Jaemin keens and throws his head back as he comes, fluid wetting Hiroto’s cock and finger even further.
Hiroto removes his finger, wraps his arms around Jaemin and lays him down on the bed before pulling his legs up around him and roughly fucking in hard, hips snapping and balls slamming against his ass. “Next time, I’m going to stuff a toy along with my cock,” he pants out, and Jaemin moans at the idea. Hiroto rubs at his clit, fingers sliding over the wet flesh as he continues talking. “You’re going to feel so full, Jaemin, so stuffed in your pussy.” He closes his eyes and speeds up his hips at the thought of Jaemin, greedy and aching to be filled up.
He comes suddenly at the thought, hips stilling as he fills Jaemin up. Jaemin nudges Hiroto’s hand away from his clit and replaces it with his own, rubbing fast and hard. “Oh—yes, oh god—fuck,” he stutters out, squirting weakly around Hiroto’s softening cock and wetting his inner thighs. There’s a slick sound when Hiroto pulls out, a trail of his come trickling slowly and mixing with Jaemin’s juices. It’s so startingly filthy, and Hiroto imagines Jaemin so loose that his come just spills out with no way to be held back.
They’re laying in bed next to each other after cleaning up, Jaemin curled into Hiroto’s side underneath the covers. Hiroto’s mindlessly playing with Jaemin’s hair, stroking over the loose hair that aren’t heavy with product.
“You’re okay with it, right? My… thing?” Jaemin asks, flushing warm against Hiroto’s chest.
“Yes,” Hiroto says, sure. “I’m definitely more than okay with it. After a nap, you and I are going shopping for toys.”
Jaemin curls in tighter, looking up at Hiroto with soft eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Hiroto says, pressing a soft kiss to Jaemin’s lips before moving down and resting his head against the pillow. “Now, nap time.”
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They decide on a relatively ‘small’ toy, a vibrator that’s Hiroto’s thickness, but an inch or two shorter. As they’re browsing, Hiroto sees Jaemin’s eyes linger on the toys that are, well, huge, about the same length as Hiroto’s cock but almost double in diameter. He files that away for next time, once they’ve tried it out a few times and if Jaemin still wants more.
They’re antsy until the toy is delivered the next day, doing mindless tasks around the bedroom and mostly just waiting. Hiroto signs for the package with a blush high on his cheeks, thankful for the plain, cardboard box it was delivered in with no indication of what it is written anywhere. He thanks the delivery guy and pulls the heavy door closed.
He and Jaemin sit in the middle of the bed, the box between them as Hiroto opens it. He pulls out the contents, putting it down around them. Sheets of bubble wrap, a handful of packets of complimentary lube and the toy. Jaemin goes for the toy, turning it over in his hands as he examines it. He thumbs over the head and holds it, feeling the cold silicone. “God, I can barely wrap my hand around it.” Jaemin looks up at Hiroto, and his eyes are blown out, wanting.
Hiroto lunges forward, kissing Jaemin and kicking the rest of the stuff to the floor. He pulls Jaemin’s shirt off and pins his wrists down, kissing sloppily down the middle of his chest. He all but rips Jaemin’s pants off, pausing to take off his own shirt and pants before pushing his thighs up against his chest, exposing his pussy.
Hiroto dives in, licking broad strokes up his pussy and slicking it up with his spit. He dips his tongue inside the hole, licking up the small bit of wetness pooled there. Jaemin’s squirming above him, twisting his hips as Hiroto licks over his clit.
“You’re so desperate, baby,” Hiroto says before sucking his clit into his mouth, drawing on it with light pulses as Jaemin cries out. “So desperate to have your pussy filled.”
“Oh, Hiroto, please.” Hiroto appeases him by stuffing two fingers inside, scissoring them apart and stretching his hole the tiniest bit. “More,” Jaemin shamlessly begs, hips bucking up.
Hiroto grabs their bottle of lube from where it was tossed carelessly on the bed before they started, and slicks up four fingers. He starts with three, the slide in easy, and he resumes sucking on Jaemin’s clit, now redder and more swollen. He crooks his fingers up, making Jaemin jerk suddenly and gasp out. “Fuck, oh—“
He grips the sheets tightly, knuckles going white as Hiroto fucks his fingers in at a rapid pace, wrist aching from the movement. He flicks his tongue restlessly at Jaemin’s clit, the tip sliding all over and around the nub, and Jaemin’s whines become higher-pitched. “Oh, oh, I’m gonna come, yes, fuck—“
Hiroto feels Jaemin’s thighs tense up and lock in place as he sobs, wetness squirting out of his pussy and soaking Hiroto’s hand. He pulls out his fingers but continues sucking on Jaemin’s clit, and he’s rewarded with another gush of fluid that soaks his chin and neck.
Hiroto pauses for a moment before slipping five fingers inside, more than he usually does to get Jaemin ready, but since they’re dealing with more today, he’s anxious about hurting him. His thumb rubs roughly over Jaemin’s clit as he fucks four fingers in, the skin around the hole red from the widened stretch. Hiroto leans down and captures Jaemin’s mouth in a kiss, swallowing his moans and gasps.
He feels Jaemin’s breathing quicken and his thighs clench around his hand as he comes again, Hiroto’s fingers pushed out as he squirts. He’s moaning weakly, fingers on his left hand grabbing Hiroto’s forearm as he rides out his orgasm.
Hiroto untangles himself from Jaemin to kneel in front of his wide-open legs, parting his folds and examining his pussy. His lips are puffy-red, engorged from the rigorous movement of Hiroto’s wrist. His clit is still swelled up, and Hiroto touches a fingertip to it just to feel Jaemin shudder with the sensitivity. His hole is open, a little more than usual (not gaping, not yet) and Hiroto easily slips his tongue in to taste the wetness. He cleans up Jaemin’s pussy, licking up the juices until it’s shiny with Hiroto’s spit. He presses a sucking kiss to Jaemin’s inner thigh before picking up the forgotten toy from the bedspread.
“Which one first?” Jaemin, who’s since had time to recover from his orgasm, thinks about it for a moment before replying. “You first, and then the toy.” Hiroto places the vibrator back in its spot and slicks his cock up with lube. Jaemin’s already in position, holding his knees to his chest and Hiroto groans, kneeling between his legs and bending down to kiss him.
“You’re sure about this?” He says between kisses, wanting to make sure Jaemin hasn’t changed his mind.
Jaemin nods. “Yes, so sure, Hiroto.” His cunt aches at the thought of being stretched so wide by Hiroto, so used and full.
They continue kissing as Hiroto takes his cock in hand and lines it up with Jaemin’s hole, pushing in as Jaemin licks into his mouth. Hiroto thrusts in a few times, feeling the tightness of his pussy that never really goes away ever (except maybe now it will, after he’s done with Jaemin). He grinds in to the root of his cock, hoping to stretch Jaemin just a little bit more before adding the toy.
Jaemin takes his slow thrusts in stride, rubbing one finger lazily over his clit, not really trying to get off right now. “Hiroto,” Jaemin says, getting his attention. “I’m ready.” His eyes are hooded, staring at Hiroto and waiting for him to get the toy.
“Okay,” Hiroto whispers, picking up the vibrator and feeling for the first time how thick it truly is. He talks as he slicks it up with lube. “You have to stop me if it’s too much, okay? I’ll pull out immediately. Immediately.”
“I know, baby,” Jaemin says with a slight laugh. “Now can you please put it inside me?”
Hiroto lifts his hips up so his ass is resting on Hiroto’s lap, his pussy in full display. “Okay,” Hiroto says, mostly to himself, “I’m gonna push it in.” He slips a finger in first, on top of his cock, and hooks it upward. With the small space that’s created, he positions the head of the toy there and gently pushes in.
When Hiroto meets resistance, he realices he has to push harder, and when he does, the very tip of the toy slips in and he removes his finger. “Oh god,” Jaemin lets out, gripping his skin of his thighs. He sees that Hiroto’s about to say something, and hurriedly he continues. “It’s good, I’m so good. More, please.”
Hiroto reassures himself that Jaemin’s fine, and he nudges the toy in deeper, the smooth surface sliding along Hiroto’s cock. It’s about halfway in now, the lurid blue of the other half still in Hiroto’s fingers. Jaemin’s whining steadily, hips jerking up in sporadic bursts as he’s stretched wide.
“You’re being so good, Jaemin, almost there.” It sinks in the last few inches, and Hiroto finally lets go of it. “God,” Jaemin whimpers, hands trembling where he’s holding his thighs up. “Hiroto,” he chokes out, wrecked. Hiroto taps the base of the toy, where it’s flush with Jaemin’s hole and the root of Hiroto’s cock. He traces a fingertip around the rim of Jaemin’s hole, which is stretched to its limits.
Hiroto grasps the base and draws it out slightly before pushing it back in. He fucks Jaemin with it at a slow pace, all the while his cock is still buried inside. Jaemin lets out a ragged moan, and the slide of the toy becomes easier, aided by the wetness Jaemin’s creating. Hiroto pulls it out once more before slamming it back in, hearing Jaemin cry out. “Your pussy’s so slutty, baby, just wanting to be filled up with two nice, thick and huge cocks.”
Jaemin clenches down around him at his words, struggling to tighten. “You’re such a cockslut, Jaemin,” Hiroto says as he holds the toy in place and starts fucking his hips in, heading gliding smoothly along the toy. Jaemin’s since let go of one of his thighs and started rubbing at his clit, sobbing in pleasure as Hiroto fucks him.
“Yes, oh—fuck me,” he cries, Hiroto’s hips speeding and pounding into Jaemin’s reddened hole. His cries grow in pitch as he rubs harder at his clit, and Hiroto pulls out right before Jaemin squirts, little gushes of fluid soaking the bed and Hiroto’s thighs.
The vibrator is still inside Jaemin, and just when his movements slow down, Hiroto twists the base and turns the toy on. Jaemin wails as he tries to keep the toy inside, it being in danger of slipping out due to the openness of his hole. Hiroto holds it in place, the toy nestled inside him, but the vibrations are too much.
Jaemin comes again, squirting harder this time, the liquid arching and wetting his own torso and stomach. He lowers the setting as he pushes back in, starting up a brutal pace and turning up the setting back up. Jaemin screams as he’s fucked, his hole loose enough now for Hiroto to pound in hard.
“Such a sloppy cunt, so loose,” Hiroto moans, feeling Jaemin struggle to tighten around the two cocks. Hiroto pulls out the vibrator abruptly and holds it against Jaemin’s swollen-slick clit, relishing his sobs as he comes again, juices squirting out around Hiroto’s cock. Everything around them is so wet now, soaked with his wetness.
Hiroto doesn’t stop fucking him through his orgasm, wet squelching sounds loud as he slams into Jaemin’s gaping pussy. He turns off the vibrator and tosses it to the side before gripping the bottom of Jaemin’s thighs and thrusting in hard. His pussy’s still stretched wide from the added vibrator, and Hiroto fucks in once, twice more before moaning high and coming. He feels his warm come fill Jaemin up, and he pulls out to see the last few spurts cover Jaemin’s folds and his stiff clit.
Hiroto’s come starts to leak out of Jaemin’s used cunt, thick white globs of it running down towards his ass. He leans in and laps at his pussy, tasting his own come mixed with Jaemin’s. Jaemin pulls his folds apart so Hiroto can have better access, and when he reaches Jaemin’s hole, he inhales sharply.
“Oh,” he gasps out as he slips three fingers in, meeting no resistance whatsoever. Jaemin’s pussy is so wrecked, so loose.
Hiroto replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking his own come out of Jaemin. He hears Jaemin whimper above him, and he lays down beside him before kissing him deeply, slipping his tongue in so Jaemin can taste them both.
“Fuck, Hiroto,” Jaemin moans as Hiroto slips more fingers back inside him, hand between his thighs. “You really like this, don’t you? Like my loose pussy.”
Hiroto swallows, nodding. “I like it a lot more than I thought I would,” he responds, scissoring his fingers and spreading his hole wider.
Jaemin grins mischievously, leaning in to whisper into Hiroto’s ear. “Next time, I also want something to fill my ass up.”