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In most ways, not taking care to note his tendency to make what some might say awful, foolish decisions, Itto is a good boy.
At least, that's what Gorou tells him and Itto is a firm believer that his lover is a truthful man. Even like this, with two fingers shoved between Itto's lips, Gorou is saying as much.
"Good boy…ah—no biting." Gorou's other hand comes up to grip Itto's chin, shaking it in reprimand. "You know better."
Itto breathes out through his nose, pouting around Gorou's fingers. Of course, like the good boy he is, he keeps his hands off Gorou until he tells him he can touch. Even if the man is perched in his lap, wearing only one of Itto's shirts and what the Oni knows to be nothing at all underneath.
Don't get him wrong—Itto will always tell Gorou just how handsome he is. It isn't, however, something that Gorou relies on at all. He knows just how stunning he is. He takes great care to groom himself in ways that accentuate his natural beauty; he wears clothes that leave little to the imagination or covers up completely. He ties his hair up or leaves it down, knowing that nothing has changed either way.
This is something that Itto admires Gorou for—is proud of him.
At times like this, though, it can be a pain in the ass.
"Don't squirm," Gorou tells him, knuckle-deep in Itto's mouth. His nails graze over the gums of the oni's mouth, the pads of his fingers touching spit-slick canines. He's found that when he touches Itto like this, he behaves in a way he rarely gets to see. Itto is a good boy, but he's stunning like this—all drooly and whiny because Gorou is invading a place he shouldn't be touching.
"Gorou…" Itto whines softly, hips bucking up. Gorou pointedly puts more of his weight on the oni, pinning him to the chair. Itto could buck him off if he wanted to but he won't. They both know that.
"What, baby?" Gorou hums, pressing his fingers into Itto's tongue. "Don't tell me you're going to start being bad, hm?"
Itto squirms beneath him, moving his head forward a tad to suck Gorou's fingers deeper. His fingertips play at his throat. The man in his lap sucks in a breath, muttering under his breath. "Christ, Itto."
He pushes his fingers deeper, not stopping until he can't fit anymore into Itto's mouth. The oni gags, but he doesn't complain.
"Good boy." Gorou places a kiss on his forehead. He pulls his fingers back out just to watch the spit that clings to them, shiny between Itto's pink lips.
"You want it now, baby?" He asks him, wiping his fingers on Itto's bare chest. "Yes, please." The oni tells him, polite. He holds back the whine in his throat, building and building.
Gorou looks down at Itto and that pretty little blush on his face. He thinks it almost laughable how people are intimidated by him, by this oni of all people. It's has to just because he's big and tall because absolutely nothing else about him points to being brutish. Itto is a sweet man with a lot of love to give in that big body of his.
"Lay down for me, then. On your belly." Gorou tells him, sliding off of his lap. The oni does as he's told and all but dives onto his belly against the sheets, his hair splaying out around him. Gorou smiles to himself.
He comes up behind Itto, throwing a leg over the backs of his thighs. He can't help the way his curious hands wander over Itto's lower back. The skin is so soft and the muscles flexing beneath them are enough to make Gorou hot under his collar. "Sit still for me."
He hooks his fingers in the waistband of Itto's sweatpants and pulls them down over his thighs and off of his legs. He tosses them, uncaring—he needs to get his hands on this beautiful man below him.
And that, he does. His palms splay out against Itto's ass cheeks, gripping handfuls. Itto makes a little sound below him and kicks his hips. "GoGo—"
Gorou shushes him, leaning down to press a wet kiss to the nape of his neck. "How do you want it, hm? Fast or slow?"
Itto shivers. His face flushes, naturally. "Fast." He whispers and feels Gorou smile against his skin.
"Needy boy." Gorou nibbles on his skin as his knees bully Itto's legs apart. He fits himself in between them and lets his wandering fingers slip between Itto's asscheeks.
Below him, Itto's breath hitches, forever unused to the feeling. Something wet falls against his rim—god, is that spit?—and the pad of Gorou's finger presses against him. "Wait—" He starts, not even sure why.
"No can do," Gorou tells him, knowing Itto is stalling. He applies the littlest bit of pressure until the oni's asshole gives beneath his finger. "Mm—!" Itto cuts himself off, his moan muffled against the pillow.
If you took a look at both of them, Itto and Gorou, there are a few things you might assume. One, that Itto is the dominant one in this dynamic, and two, that his position is on top. Well—this is only true in one case and that's when Itto is riding Gorou into the mattress. Never, does Itto have an inclination to dominate the man behind him. Not when it's so rewarding laying here like a—
"Good boy, nice and pretty," Gorou mumbles against his shoulder, fitting his jaw around the skin. His teeth sink into it like a knife in butter. Itto makes a sound of pain beneath him. "Take it, gorgeous. You've got it."
Then, Gorou is sliding a second finger into Itto. He pulls back to spit a little more and lets it fall onto Itto's rim shamelessly. As expected, the oni bucks his hips and lets out a high whimper. Gorou, as much as he loves the sound, sneaks his hand around Itto's head to stick two fingers back into the man's mouth, pressing them against his tongue. "Pretty and quiet."
It takes eight minutes and one dangerously close orgasm (on Itto's part) for the oni to be stretched enough to take Gorou's cock. By most standards, Gorou is smaller than average.
That doesn't ever seem to pose a problem.
His cock slips right inside, slick from the spit. Itto's asshole tightens around him, pulling him in—so carnal. So beautiful in a way. Itto moans low and pretty around Gorou's fingers, squirming beneath him.
"What did I say about sitting still?" Gorou tells him, shoving the fingers in Itto's mouth further towards his throat. He's so caught up in watching how his cock disappears into Itto. How his pink, slick rim tugs at him.
"GoGo—Please—" Itto gasps, pressing himself back into Gorou. Unable to help it. In response, the man places a swift smack on his ass.
"Listen to me," Gorou tells him, pulling his hips back. "I said to be good. You can do that, can't you? Be a good oni for me, baby." He presses his hips forward, sinking in. Itto moans, a shiver running through his body.
Gorou makes a sound, a cross between a growl and a moan. "Yeah. Yeah, you can." He brings his hands down to grip onto Itto's waist as he fucks forward. It's wet, it's hot—it's sticky. It's just how they like it.
Itto is moaning beneath him, hips moving as he tries to grind his aching cock against the sheets. Gorou laughs at him. He laughs at him—
"What did I just say?" Gorou groans through laughter, sharpened nails digging into Itto's skin. Then, he slows, pulling out of him entirely. Itto needs to see him to be a good boy. Maybe that's it—he feels too brave like this, on his belly, when he's got no one staring him in the eye.
"Face me."
Itto pants as he flips himself over onto his back. Of course, his face is flaming. The red markings on his face almost glow. "Gorou." He says, and maybe it's just to feel the way his lips wrap around the syllables.
"What?" The man hums, crowding into Itto's space. He lines his cock back up, sinking in. "Who am I, if I let you behave like that?"
Itto groans, letting his head fall back onto the pillows. "You just wanna embarrass me." He sighs, though it sounds a lot like another moan.
"Embarrass you?" Gorou leans down to press his forehead to Itto's, tail swishing behind him. "If I wanted to embarrass you, I'd keep you on your belly and make it hurt. You make yourself embarrassed."
"Just—" Itto starts, but he's cut off by Gorou's nails digging into his hip. "Just what?" He interrupts.
"Just shut the fuck up and keep making you feel good?" Gorou laughs breathlessly, hips snapping. Itto moans, but shakes his head. "It's fine, you can say it."
Itto would never, for many reasons. Instead, he wraps his legs around Gorou and pulls him forward. Deeper—harder. Their size difference means nothing in a place like this; he wouldn't want anyone else to do what Gorou does. No one could do it like Gorou, anyway.
"You look good like this." Gorou thrusts forward, hands coming down to the backs of Itto's thighs. He pushes his legs towards his chest, listening for Itto to moan a little louder at the change in angle. "That better?"
"Yeah, it is." Gorou talks for him, grinding his cock into Itto's wet heat. The oni's little sounds are increasing in frequency, going crackly and whiney just like Gorou likes. Unable to resist, he leans down and smashes their lips together. It's all tooth and tongue and it hurts a little—but that's good. That's nice and gross. Itto brings a hand up to grip Gorou's hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
He feels the heat in his stomach, hot and syrupy, reach a boiling point. His toes curl, moans being punched from his chest as Gorou works at him. His cock brushes against his prostate every other thrust. "Fuck." He curses breathlessly. He's not going to last much longer.
Gorou pulls Itto's head back down with a grip on his chin, pressing their lips back together. They panted against each other, swallowing each other's moans, groans, and whimpers as they rapidly approached their climax.
"'M gonna cum—" Itto groans, body going taut, like a string about to snap. His body is hot; so much so that sweat beads at his temple.
"Ask me," Gorou tells him, lips playing at Itto's jawline. The oni lets out a huff. "Fuck you."
Then, Gorou nods. "There he is."
Itto's eyes flutter shut, mouth open as Gorou's thrusts grow sloppy. Sloppy, but brushing against all the right spots. "Oh, shit—"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Gorou buries his face in Itto's neck as his hand tightens around the Oni's hip. So tight.
Itto cums rather suddenly, though it's expected of him. He clenches down hard, like a vice, around Gorou's cock. His toes curl as his body shakes, pleasure flowing through every hair and nerve. Gorou holds him as Itto moans, high and hoarse as he orgasms himself. There's no use asking Itto if he can cum inside—he knows the oni wants it. Always. His hips stutter, eyes rolling as he succumbs to that wet, tight heat. Itto must feel the moment it begins to fill him up, letting out a stuttering breath.
"Good boy." Gorou groans, nails digging into the soft skin of Itto's inner thigh as he takes a took. His hole is pink and swollen, tugging at him as he pulls back all the way. He can't help but push in once more, just to feel Itto whine beneath him. "So dirty, Itto."
Itto pants in response, waving him off as he tries to catch his breath. Gorou laughs, leaning his head back down against Itto's shoulder. He nuzzles against his neck as his tail whips back and forth—happy. They fall into a comfortable silence after that, Gorou's now soft cock still buried inside of Itto. He runs his fingers up the oni's belly, just to watch his stomach convulse. His skin erupts in goosebumps.
Gorou pulls out, slow, to watch his hole hang on to him. A glob of cum flows out behind him.
"You know—" He starts, but Itto is already talking.
"No, man. No."