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Hikaru had heard about it before. He had lied to Alireza the night before that he wasn’t interested in ever finding out about it. But now that he was laying on Magnus’ bed, with the younger man’s cum still seeping out of his hole, Hikaru knew that he was no better than the other boytoys that Magnus had had around before.
He shifted, clenching around nothing as he tried to get more comfortable in Magnus’ hold. Looking up, Hikaru could see that the other man was clearly interested in what he was doing. The former world champion was staring down at him with a hint of amusement, like he was enjoying some sort of encore after sex.
Once upon a time, Hikaru would have looked away in embarrassment. He’s not the same guy from 1 hour ago, though. Sex and sweat had clearly emboldened him, and he smirked right back at Magnus, challenging the younger man’s ego.
“Well…” Magnus chuckled before giving him a kiss. “Did I please you, hmm?” The younger man reached around to grab a handful of Hikaru’s ass and squeezed it.
The sharp pain shot through him, which was immediately soothed by the kiss. Hikaru wondered if Magnus did it with everyone, if someone else had stayed in that bed right before he did. The thought made his head hurt. He didn’t want to imagine Magnus nailing someone else to the bed while his cum was still fresh in Hikaru’s hole.
“Maybe,” he said cheekily. Hikaru did his best to hold himself back from nuzzling into the warm crook of Magnus’ neck.
The truth was that it was amazing in all the ways that a hookup should be in his opinion. Though having Magnus just teasing him for a few minutes before eating his ass out and fucking him wasn’t the most romantic thing that could have happened, the sex was undeniably good.
He shamelessly reached down to where Magnus’ cock was limply laying between their stomachs. Even in the soft, flaccid state, it was still considerably bigger than his own. Hikaru gave it a few gentle strokes, smiling when he heard Magnus softly moaning to his touches.
“Ah…be gentle.” The young man pulled him flushed against his body, essentially preventing Hikaru from stroking him anymore.
“Can’t keep up?” He raised his brows, then thought of something that would undoubtedly rile Magnus up. “That’s a shame. Last time that I hooked up with Ian, he—ah!”
Magnus pinched his waist. “Watch yourself. Your ass still has my cum in it.”
“I literally don't care…” He tilted his face up petulantly.
“I'm probably the best sex that you’ve ever had.” Magnus continued like he knew everything about everyone. Hikaru wanted to punch him, then maybe ride his cock until it was possible for him to somehow impregnate Hikaru.
“That’s not true.”
“I can tell by your face and how fast you came that I am the best.” Was the nonchalant reply.
It was true. But to have Magnus know about it was embarrassing. He was older, for fuck’s sake. Hikaru’s supposed to be the more experienced one. If anything, Magnus should be asking him how he could use his cock on Hikaru better.
Not wanting to respond and already feeling the peace of the afterglow fading away, Hikaru turned his head back down and buried it under Magnus’ chin. “I don’t care.” He managed to say just as Magnus was beginning to stroke his back.
“You don’t care that my penis is good?”
How annoying. Hikaru slapped his chest and refused to look up at the man. “Stop speaking perfect English about how you just fuck me!”
Magnus chuckled at that. The sound was pleasing, now that Hikaru had heard it twice. He leaned closer, placing his ear right against Magnus’ skin while he relaxed once more into the hold. The touches at his back seemed to soothe him, and before he knew it, Hikaru was rethinking his decision to sleep with Magnus once again.
Maybe it was a mistake. The way that his cock slid in and out of Hikaru’s hole was so good, though. All the kissing too…Hikaru couldn’t help but give Magnus a peck on the chest when he thought about it. The missionary was great, getting to kiss Magnus and scratch his back while the younger man railed him into the bed was amazing.
Hikaru lowkey didn’t want the night to end. He clenched around nothing again. The cum was already drying up and before long he was going to have to leave. He wondered if Magnus was going to walk him back to his room.
He wanted to go again. Hikaru wanted to ride him this time, but he was too shameful to ask. His lashes were already wet, and Hikaru could tell that he was sort of crying because the fear of never being able to experience this again—to be held by his rival and fucked deep enough that it would leave him in a lofty like that once more.
“Are you okay?” Magnus pulled away and looked down at him in alarm, clearly perturbed by the scene of Hikaru crying.
It was so pathetic that it made Hikaru laugh in the middle of crying. He was crying about cock just a night after he told Alireza that he couldn’t give a fuck about said cock!
“I’m never going to have sex this good again!” He cried, sobbing into Magnus’ chest fully now that the younger man already knew about his crying. “Fuck! I hate you, Magnus!”
He waited for him to gloat, for Magnus to confirm once again that he had the best cock, but it didn’t come. Slowly, Hikaru looked up, hoping to see some sort of reaction.
“So you do agree—” Magnus was beginning to grin.
“Fuck you!” He slapped his chest. “Fuck you and your stupid cock, Magnus. I will find better men who will fuck me better than you.”
“Sure, sweetheart.”
“Don’t sweetheart me!” Hikaru rolled over from the warm and comforting hold to get away. “I will do it! You’ll see!”
“Uh-huh…so your solution to realising that we had good sex is to whore yourself out? Am I right about that?”
Hikaru grabbed his pants and hugged the fabric close to his chest, his hole still tender and his thighs still getting used to standing up as he hastily got out of bed. “Yes!” He turned around to give one last look to Magnus before heading for the door. “Fuck you, I will never let you near my ass again, Magnus!”
It took Magnus exactly 3 days to get Hikaru back on his bed again.