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You wake up disoriented and hungover. This wasn't as rare of an occurrence as you'd like it to be, especially since you started to date Osomatsu, who could hold his liquor much better than you. Or really, anyone you had known, do know, or will ever know.
He was asleep with his head on your chest, mouth a little bit open and the rest of his face calm and lax. He was obviously having a good sleep even as your head started to pound and you tasted the disgustingness inside your own mouth. But you didn't want to wake him.
"Mm, good morning," he said, apparently not as asleep as you thought. As always when he slept at your house his hands started to wander as soon as he was aware enough to control them. The one that wasn't trapped under his body moved across your stomach, gathering your tee shirt in his hand for a moment, and then moved down toward your hip. "Gooood morning."
You covered your mouth as you laughed so maybe he wouldn't hear it. "Hi, Osomatsu," you responded after you calmed down. "Had a good sleep?"
"Mmmm," he hummed again. Without opening his eyes he rucked your shirt up over your ribs, reaching beneath it to walk his fingers teasingly up over your chest. You didn't understand how he could be interested in sex this early in the morning--or how he could be awake this early in the morning--but he didn't care. Of course, if you told him to stop, he would pull his hand away, but for now you enjoyed him rubbing your nipple with the palm of his hand and sighing cutely.
Eventually he got bored of that and leaned up to kiss you instead. "Oh, no, I need to brush my teeth," you tried to tell him, but he wouldn't be deterred.
"No tongue," he replied and pressed your lips together. He shifted up onto his knees and pushed your shirt up even further. "Haa, babe," he groaned against your mouth, "How are you so fucking sexy…?"
You tilted your head back but that just encouraged him to kiss down your neck. "Sexy in a ten year old tee shirt and your boxers? I probably smell like a dive bar."
"You smell good," he said, but you could tell he wasn't really listening. "Can we fuck? Right now?"
You were suddenly shy. Osomatsu, once he got past his nervous boyfriend stage and you two had sex a few months into your relationship, was the boldest man you'd ever met. Not in a creepy or uncomfortable way, just in a "I don't care if you think I don't want you, I do, at every second of the day" way, and it made you feel pretty good. Except times like this, when he was being sweet (as sweet as he got) and you felt grungy and exhausted.
"Do you really want to?" you asked slowly.
Osomatsu looked back up at you incredulously. "Do I…? Of course I do." His wandering hand started to tug your (his) boxers down. "Do you?"
Your mouth twisted slightly. "Can I take a shower first?"
Osomatsu's expression cleared and he grinned down at you. "Can I come with?"
You rolled your eyes.
"You're not even pretending to clean yourself," you said. He was standing behind you, hands on your chest again, his dick pressing at your ass. "I don't know what's so fascinating about me. You'd know from all your porn that I'm pretty average looking."
Osomatsu's hands dropped from your chest to your hips, pulling you back against him. "Average," he scoffed into the back of your neck. He slowly rolled his hips behind you and your breath stuttered. "You should know you're not average, babe."
It was almost flattering. Almost. "I know you're more than a TNA man, Osomatsu. Any combination of anything is attractive to you."
"That's not true!" He rolled his hips again, reaching between your legs. "I like your mind, too. I like how funny you are, and how smart you are, and how much you hang out with me. And how much you love me." The last part was drawn out and slow, his mouth right beside your ear. "And your particular combination of TNA."
That little speech was flattering. "You're so nice," you murmured, leaning your head back on his shoulder. "You really think I'm smart and funny?"
Osomatsu huffed a sigh. "Who wouldn't, babe. You've taken me to all those art museums and stuff, and you actually get what they're talking about. The space museum was pretty cool, though."
You smiled. "I'm glad you liked it."
"What I'd like right now," he said, "Is you, laid out on those sheets, letting me eat you out."
You felt your entire face heat up. "W-well--"
"You love it, don't you." He loved it, more like, and his enthusiasm got you hotter than anything. "You love having my tongue on you, opening you up for me, stroking you till you cum…."
"Osomatsu," you sighed, lowering your hands to his and letting him grind you against him. All that porn, once he got past the obviously staged moans and screams, gave him some actually good lines for dirty talk. Dirty talk was one of the many things you started to like because of him and unsurprisingly the most normal.
He reached forward to turn the shower off but you caught his hand. "Wait," you said, turning to face him. He looked at you questioningly. "Can I blow you first?"
You immediately regretted asking him this while you were in the shower, because he almost slipped and cracked his head open. "Oh God yes," he said, and you dropped to your knees right then and there.
He leaned forward, panting already, and you had barely put the head of his cock in your mouth. Your gag reflex was too strong for you to deep throat him like you watched people do in his favorite pornos but he didn't care. As long as you stroked him near the base and fondled his balls, he couldn't give less shits.
"Oh, no, no, I don't want to cum like this," he moaned, pulling your head back. "You're too good, I'll cum."
"Thanks," you said cheekily, licking against the slit of his cock, and he hurriedly pulled your head away again.
"Come on, bed," he said while actually turning the shower off and lifting you to your feet. He ushered you into your bedroom, murmuring, "I can't wait to fuck you, holy shit," and some other combinations of this the whole way there.
You laughed again. "Grab a condom, at least," you said.
"I don't want to fuck you that way," he mumbled, acting as if it should be obvious. "You're gonna get fingered, though, so you might want to grab the lube."
Osomatsu made sex so fun, you thought, still snickering. His grin was as wide as ever as he tilted you over the bed, letting you scramble through the night table for lube before he pulled you (gently) back by the ankle and spread your legs so he could kneel between them.
You bent your knees more. "Come on, then," you teased.
He growled under his breath and leaned down between your thighs. "You can pull hair," he reminded, before his warm breath ghosted over you and made you shiver in anticipation.
Finally his lips touched you and you moaned, throwing your head back. Osomatsu always went in like he didn't know the meaning of "slow", following as you bucked your hips and closed your thighs around his head. Every time you did that, before you could will your legs open again, he moaned long and loud, gripping the tops of your thighs harder.
When you felt like you already couldn't take any more without cumming, you heard him uncap the lube. It was edible and strawberry flavored, only because he insisted--you had only tasted it on his lips after he finished with you and it wasn't half bad.
The reason why it was edible was because he slipped one wet index finger into you, curling it up against your most sensitive spots and making you keen, but his tongue didn't stop. One hand lifted to rub and stroke you above where his tongue and fingers were, supposedly, trying to fuck you to death.
"Ah, ah!" you panted, his second and third fingers following quickly after the first. "Oh, fuck, Oso--mmnnn--"
"Are you gonna cum, babe?" he asked, looking up with his mouth wet and eyes bright. "Cum for me, I want it, I want you to cum, babe."
You nodded and he smirked, and then continued his previous work. You could barely breathe for a moment, and he must have felt it, because his fingers began to press incessantly inside of you. It only took a minute more and then you were arching into him and moaning his name.
When the last of the electricity left you, ending only in aftershocks, he was still licking and stroking you. It was painful and you pulled at his hair, whining, but he just glanced up at you without speaking.
It didn't seem possible to you what he was making you feel. Every time you touched yourself it was one and done. But every time he touched you, he didn't stop until he had completely wrung you out and left you blissful.
"Osomatsu," you tried, but then you were cumming again and whimpering, partly in pain and partly in pleasure. He was still fingerfucking you but this time you really pulled at him. "Osomatsu, stop, stop."
He pulled back and took a deep breath, face covered in your cum, looking smug. "Just two?" he asked but didn't push. Instead he sat up, closing your legs. "Thanks for the meal," he said, and you playfully kicked at him while he laughed.
"Still want a blowjob?" you asked, leaning up on your elbows and trying not to look as weak as you felt.
"Nah, later." Osomatsu wiped his mouth on his arm. "You look really tired."
You stuck your tongue out at him. "Not all of us can drink all night. I think I'm still drunk, dude, I don't know how you're sober."
Osomatsu paused, still holding the ankle of the leg you used to kick him. "You're drunk?" he asked with a frown.
"No, no, it was a joke baby," you said, sitting up all the way and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I'm just a little hungover. Some coffee and some more sleep is all I need."
Osomatsu kissed your cheek instead of your mouth, supposedly as a courtesy. You tilted your head to catch his lips instead.
He rubbed your hips non-sexually, kissing you back. "I'll make you that coffee," he said generously. Then he pinched you softly where his hands rested. "You sit here and think about how I just rocked your world."
You sighed, long suffering, and then kissed him quickly. "Good plan," you replied. "I'll drink that coffee and then suck your dick." You could be crass too, and he knew it, despite the hand he pressed against his chest in shock. "You know my sugars and creams, baby, go on."
Instead of getting up he used his fucking amazing tongue to kiss you into submission. Then he left you in bed to think about how he just rocked your world.