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“And just what's so damn funny, huh?” Samatoki taps his cigarette over the ash tray on the nightstand. His shirt is loosely hanging off Hifumi's shoulders, and Hifumi's head resting against his bare chest as Samatoki surrounds them both in a cloud of smoke. Samatoki's voice is low and flat, as if he's angry, but it's hard to imagine there's any venom to it with the way his free hand is softly combing through Hifumi's hair, his half-lidded gaze never leaving the other's face. “You wanna die?”
There’s a long, silent beat where Hifumi just stares at Samatoki with something like shock, and Samatoki almost wonders if he's taken it too far, but then a breathy giggle finally comes from Hifumi’s lips. “Wow, you can be really scary sometimes, hehe! But like, how would you kill me though?”
Hifumi gets up onto his arms, hands braced against the sheets on either side of Samatoki’s bare chest, and locks their lips together in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and smoke. Samatoki pulls away for air and mutters along Hifumi’s jaw. “The hell are you asking? I was just spouting bullshit. You want me to actually think about it?”
“Um...Yeah, I guess that’s what I’m asking! Like, how would you do it?”
Samatoki leans back to look at Hifumi's face, trying to figure out what the hell is on his mind -- if this is some kind of self-destruction, or paranoia, or a test. But what he sees is flushed cheeks, and once-perfectly-styled hair now tousled from round one and hanging messily in Hifumi's face, and pupils blown wide in his golden irises, full of raw addled lust with a potency that makes Samatoki's head spin. He swallows and ducks his head toward Hifumi's ear to nibble at the lobe, his lips brushing Hifumi's rose earring.
"Strangling you might be fun. Wrapping my hands around your pretty neck and squeezing til you turn blue. That what you wanna hear?”
"Mmm..." Hifumi answers with a leisurely roll of his hips against Samatoki's...and a slight but growing firmness he can feel pressing into his thigh through Hifumi's underwear.
Well. This is a pleasant surprise. Samatoki doesn't relish the thought of making serious threats of violence toward people he cares about. But towards a willing partner who's so into it that it's giving him a boner? Well, that changes everything.
Smirking, Samatoki stubs out his half-smoked cigarette in the ash tray and grabs Hifumi by the waist to flip their positions so Hifumi is on his back, Samatoki looming over him, knees on either side of his hips, one hand supporting his weight beside Hifumi's head. The other hand comes up to lightly rest on Hifumi's throat, fingers curling around, palm feeling his adams apple move when he swallows under it. Samatoki's shirt is barely hanging onto Hifumi's torso by two buttons, revealing several hickeys left by Samatoki on his chest and neck, and the sight of that alone makes it hard for Samatoki to control himself.
"I could slit your throat with a pocket knife." Samatoki slides his thumb all the way across Hifumi's neck. "Ear to ear, like this."
Hifumi slowly runs his tongue over his plush lips, and Samatoki's eyes follow the motion keenly. "I'd totes get blood all over your nice shirt though."
"Hmm. Can't be helped then. I'll have to strip you first."
Samatoki removes his hand from Hifumi's neck, holding his gaze captive as his hand trails down to deftly undo the two buttons standing between himself and the promised land. Pushing the sides of the shirt to the side and exposing Hifumi's abdomen, Samatoki glances down to see the expanse of Hifumi's toned muscles and perfect skin, his cute navel and perky nipples and elegant collarbones.
"And after that...maybe I would stab you." Samatoki flattens his hand against Hifumi's stomach, then presses his index and middle finger sharply into a point above his navel.
Hifumi bites his lip to stifle the whimper that threatens to escape him. His arms snake up around Samatoki's neck, and he raises his hips off the bed to grind the bulge in his underwear against Samatoki's. "Yeah, sp-spill my guts out everywhere..."
Unable to resist tasting Hifumi any longer, Samatoki leans down to kiss him deeply, settling down until their naked chests are pressed flush against each other and Samatoki can feel Hifumi's quickened breathing like it's a part of him. Without breaking the kiss, Samatoki tugs at Hifumi's underwear, pulling it down and freeing his weeping cock to bounce against his stomach and leave a wet spot. Samatoki takes out his own cock, nearly as painfully hard as Hifumi's, and grips them both in one hand as he jacks them off together. Hifumi moans into the kiss, desperately licking into Samatoki's mouth as he stutters his hips in an attempt to match Samatoki's pace.
Samatoki breaks the kiss to speak, voice growling and low. "I want to tear you to a million pieces."
Hifumi moans breathily as he grinds his cock frantically against Samatoki's in his hand, both of them growing slicker as their precum leaks out and mingles. "Sama-Samatoki! I'm--I'm gonna--"
Teeth sink into the soft place where Hifumi's neck meets his shoulder. Hifumi cums so hard he can feel his own spend hit his neck and chin, more drops landing on his chest and stomach. Samatoki isn't far behind, and he laves his tongue over Hifumi's skin between his teeth as his own cum spills across the back of his hand and dribbles into Hifumi's navel.
They both take several breaths, heavy and hot, slowing into exhausted and satisfied. Samatoki rests his sweaty forehead against Hifumi's.
After several minutes, Hifumi starts to giggle.
"Now what's so fuckin funny, huh?" This time, Samatoki isn't even trying to pretend to be angry, just smiles softly.
"That was so sexy! I feel alive! Samacchi's dirty talk game is unmatched!"
"Pft. Freak. Come on, let's go take a shower."