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Harua has his eyes fixed on Maki, his lower lip tucked between his teeth, and two fingers buried inside of himself. They glisten with lube as he works himself open, his cock hard against his belly.
Maki is too overwhelmed by the sight to look directly at it for longer than five seconds at a time. His gaze keeps catching on stupid things instead: the back of Harua's knee hitched up over his arm, the glint of his earrings in the lamp light, the curl of his toes when he fucks his fingers into himself. He has pink polish on his toenails. Maki is going to get to fuck him.
Maki had honestly given up on the concept. Weeks ago, in the afterglow of mutual handjobs, he'd asked if Harua would ever be interested in going all the way.
Harua had laughed. “All the way where?” he teased, making Maki squirm and roll his eyes.
“You know, like…”
Harua raised one perfect eyebrow, and Maki sighed. Harua laughed again and took pity.
“You mean like anal,” he said.
Maki nodded eagerly. “Yeah, exactly, like, um. Would you ever want me to fuck you?”
Both of Harua's eyebrows shot up at that. “You think I want… You think you could fuck me?”
Maki was inexperienced before Harua, but he isn't stupid. He knows Harua is always in charge whenever they hook up. But he hadn't thought much about what that actually meant before that moment. He thought, like, maybe Harua was a power bottom? Because… wasn’t that kind of how it worked?
“Of course I could,” Maki said, defensive.
Harua hummed doubtfully. “Don't you think you're a bit… big?”
Maki somehow bristled and preened at the same time, a combination Harua had made him very familiar with. “Isn't that a good thing?”
“Maybe for some people,” Harua said. He had a look on his face that Maki couldn't quite interpret, and he got out of the bed to clean up right away after that. Maki figured Harua wasn't into that or wasn't into it with Maki or… whatever. He decided to forget about it.
Which meant he was completely unprepared for it when, weeks later, Harua pulled back from a hot and heavy makeout, Maki shoved up against the wall with Harua's thigh almost pressing where he wanted it, and said, sweet as can be, “You know what, Maki-chan? I think I do want you to fuck me.”
Maki's entire body shut down for a second. When it rebooted, he felt like he was on fire. “You do?”
Harua nodded. “But there's going to be rules,” he said. “And you're going to be a very good boy for me, aren't you.”
It wasn't a question because Maki had never given an answer that wasn't yes, absolutely, how high, Harua-san?
And that was how he ended up here, sitting at the end of the bed, keeping his hands to himself, watching Harua prepare himself for Maki's cock. Maki is so hard he can barely think. He wants to touch himself so badly. He curls his hands into fists instead.
Harua makes a noise when he slides a third finger inside himself, a tiny gasp that Maki wishes he could have recorded. Harua is always so quiet when they mess around. It makes Maki desperate to know what it would take to make him loud.
More than these well-practiced strokes of his fingers, apparently. Harua continues fingering himself in silence, save for the filthy squelch of the lube and Maki's own heartbeat in his ears. Maki feels more and more like a shaken bottle of pop with every moment that passes. Harua has stretched himself so wide. Maki is sure he could easily take Maki's entire cock now. Maybe he's decided to change the rules?
Harua finally pulls his fingers out and wipes them clean with a tissue, smirking at Maki all the while. Maki squirms under his gaze.
“Come here,” Harua says, and Maki scrambles up the bed to kneel between Harua's legs, stopping short of touching him without permission. Harua nods at Maki's questioning face, and Maki puts his hands on his waist and his thigh, bracing himself and spreading Harua's legs wider as he shifts closer. Harua is so small. He makes Maki's hands look huge.
“You can put it in now,” Harua says. “Just the tip, and don't move, or you don't get anything at all.”
So the rules are the same. That's fine. Maki is so worked up he'll take anything. He's lucky to get that much.
Maki tries to hold his moans back as he guides his cock to Harua’s ass, but he can’t help it. He groans as his cock slips between Harua’s cheeks, precum smearing everywhere, mixing with the lube. It looks obscene and feels so good that Maki doesn’t know how he’s going to cope with inside.
But he’s so, so curious. He lines himself up and pushes in carefully. It’s almost too easy; Harua is so wet and open for him. Twin swears slip out of his and Harua’s mouths, and Maki looks up to meet Harua’s eyes. “How’s that?” he asks, already shaking with the effort of staying still. It feels like Harua’s body wants him deeper, is trying to suck him in, and it’s all he can do to resist. That must have been Harua’s plan, to make this as hard for Maki as possible. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” Harua says. “You feel so big.” Maki can’t help the grin that spreads across his face at that, and Harua laughs. “And you’re so fucking smug.”
Maki thinks he deserves to be. He looks down and then can’t look away, stuck staring at where he’s spreading Harua’s hole wide, barely pressed into his tiny ass. It really does seem like maybe he could break him—except that Maki knows Harua isn’t fragile, even when he pretends to be. He could take it if Maki fucked all the way in. Maki wants it so badly.
“Harua-san,” he chokes out, intending to beg for it, but then Harua shifts a little, sending sparks up Maki’s spine, and Maki loses his words. He closes his eyes tight, bracing against the flood of pleasure.
“Poor baby,” Harua coos. “You’re working so hard, aren’t you?”
Maki nods, blinking his eyes open again and focusing on Harua’s face. “Please, I can’t…”
“You can,” Harua says sternly, hand coming up to cup Maki’s cheek. Maki leans into the grounding touch, and Harua shakes his head, tutting. “It’s really too bad that you’re too big for your own good. You don’t have a clue how to use that thing. You need me to show you how.”
“Yeah, please,” Maki says. “Please show me, I won’t even move if you want, you can ride me.”
“Oh, you want me to do all the work?” Harua teases. “Thought you wanted to fuck me.”
“No, I… I mean…” Maki says, groaning in frustration. “Yes? I do, I want it, you feel so good. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I know you will,” Harua says. “You’re my good boy, aren’t you?”
Maki nods, whimpering. That’s all he wants, more than he wants to fuck Harua. Just to be his, to be good for him.
“Okay, you can move,” Harua says. “But don’t go any deeper. Show me how good you are.”
It takes a second for Maki to get the message to his body. He slips out of Harua entirely and has to fumble his cock back in, to figure out how to fuck him in slow, shallow thrusts. He’s trembling involuntarily, sweaty hands slipping on Harua's skin, and Harua isn’t making it easy. His hand slides from Maki’s cheek to his shoulder, fingernails digging in as he gasps quietly with every thrust. It makes Maki think about what noises he would make if Maki went deeper. Maki could split him open on his cock and fuck him hard, make him squirm and moan with pleasure.
Harua is getting more flushed with every passing second, cheeks as pink as his toenails, his face screwed up with pleasure, and Maki wants to make him fall apart on his cock. He wants to crawl inside Harua’s skin, to fuck him as deep as he can and stay there, turning them both inside out. Maybe he’d be able to see himself inside Harua, the bulge of his cock in Harua’s tiny waist. The thought makes Maki feel so crazy that he slips a little deeper on his next thrust and has to stop moving to get back in control of himself.
Because he’s good. He’s doing exactly what Harua wants. Harua trusts him.
Harua grins up at him. “C’mere,” he murmurs, pulling Maki down into a lingering kiss. He’s radiating heat, his lips soft against Maki’s. Being close like this changes the angle, makes it a little easier to rock gently into him, barely moving at all.
“Maki-chan,” Harua says into the scant space between them. “Wanna come inside me?”
Maki chokes on his tongue, hips stuttering as he nearly comes just at the thought. “Can I?”
“Hm, maybe,” Harua says. “Not yet.”
Fuck. Holy fuck. Maki isn’t going to survive this. What can he do to get Harua to let him come? Maybe he needs to get Harua off first? He leans back a little, reaching for Harua’s dick.
Harua smacks his hand away, hard enough to sting. “Not yet!” he repeats. “I’m not done with you.”
Maki groans. “I dunno how much longer I can last.”
Harua laughs. “Just from this?” he asks, voice dripping with delicious disdain. “And you thought you could fuck me for real?”
“Harua,” Maki moans, “please. Please let me get you off.”
“Fine,” Harua says, rolling his eyes as if getting his dick touched is a chore. But when Maki wraps his hand around Harua’s cock, Harua moans a real moan—loud and beautiful, his head dropping back to expose the soft skin of his neck. He’s so fucking pretty, so hard and so wet in Maki’s hand, his cock almost entirely encompassed by it. Maki really doesn’t know if he can last like this.
But he’s had a lot of practice jerking Harua off. He touches him just the way he likes, barely moving inside of him as he strokes his cock hard and fast. He can tell Harua is close from the way he’s leaking constantly, the way his whole body is tensing underneath Maki.
“That’s it,” Harua breathes. “That’s good, just like that, just…”
Harua clenches down on the tip of Maki’s dick when he comes, spilling over Maki’s hand and his own stomach.
“Good boy, you’re so good,” Harua says. He locks eyes with Maki, something wild in them. “Fill me up, fuck me. All the way, c’mon.”
“Fuck, really?” Maki asks, hesitant in spite of every muscle in his body screaming at him to obey.
“You’re too sweet, so cute,” Harua says. “Fucking do it, Maki, come on.”
Maki buries his cock deep in Harua and immediately loses it. He might even start coming as he’s sliding inside; he can’t really tell when it starts, only that he’s suddenly flying apart. He can feel Harua everywhere, as if he’s touching every single inch of Maki’s skin. The tiny noises Harua is making directly into Maki’s ear as Maki thrusts erratically inside him are the only thing that clues Maki into the fact that he’s collapsed on top of Harua, his body completely covering him. He shudders, cock pulsing with the aftershocks.
“Holy fuck,” Maki breathes when he can finally manage words again, face buried in Harua’s neck. “Fuck, Harua. I like you so much.”
Harua huffs in amusement. “I like you, too.”
It takes Maki a second to process that one, his body still tingling. When he does, he lifts his head to look at Harua. “You do?”
“Obviously,” Harua says. He shoves Maki off of him easily. Maki pouts as he slips out of Harua and flops onto his back next to him. “I don’t let just anyone fuck me. How was it? Everything you dreamed?”
“Better,” Maki says dreamily, letting his head drop back against the pillows for a second before he perks up. “Wait. You really let me come inside you. Can I see it?”
Harua stares at him. “Uh…”
“Sorry if that’s weird,” Maki says quickly.
“Nah,” Harua says, shaking his head. “I like when you’re kind of a freak.”
Maki sits up as Harua bends his knees and spreads his legs. His hole is pink and a little gaping, Maki’s cum slipping out of it a stark white contrast. Maki feels like he’s in a fever dream. He reaches out and catches cum on his finger, pushing it back inside Harua. Harua makes a choked-off noise but doesn’t stop him, and Maki does it again, two fingers this time. Maki is obsessed with how big his fingers look pressing into Harua. He hopes Harua lets him do more of the work next time. He thinks he’d be good at it.
Or… Harua looked good doing it, too. He’d be so careful with Maki, if Maki let him…
“You should fuck me next,” Maki decides. “It looked fun.”
Harua laughs, body tightening around Maki’s fingers. Maki’s cock twitches at the feeling. “What makes you think you deserve that?”
Maki pulls his fingers out and smirks down at Harua. “You like me.”
Harua rolls his eyes, but he also pulls Maki down to kiss him. Maki is pretty sure he’s won this one.