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Chikara was still thinking about that kiss three days later, and he still had the marks on his collarbone to aid his memory. He could still feel the stirring in his stomach when he thought about Yuuji’s leg hitching between his own, and his breath caught in his throat thinking what it would be like for Yuuji to be on top of him and have is whole weight resting on him.
Other than a few hours in the evenings, Chikara had not had the chance to see Yuuji very much in the days that followed, which made Chikara all the more excited to see him at the club that evening. They had decided to meet there, as they were both going with their respective friend groups.
It's not that Chikara had spent days planning his outfit or anything, but his favourite black button down shirt and dark blue jeans had been ironed and hanging up out of harm's way since Thursday. He also had backup outfits, just in case. He definitely was not anxious. Anxiety was definitely not what had made him get a haircut and buy new cologne. Nope.
He heard his phone buzz from the other room and went to go get it.
>> Hey BOYFRIEND!!!! Can't wait to see you tonight!! Gonna party hard and show you my sweet dance moves ヽ(⌐■_■)ノ♪♬ 〈( ^.^)ノ
>> Hey yourself Boyfriend. I know, I’m excited to see you too, are you wearing your dancing shoes? Do you have anything other than dancing shoes?
>> I do not. ヘ(￣ー￣ヘ)
Chikara put his phone down and tried to distract himself. It was 4pm - still four hours til they were all due to meet at the club in Tokyo. Chikara wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and headed out to the balcony to set up his keyboard. Playing piano always helped him to calm down, and if he had to play for three solid hours then so be it.
Eventually, the sun began to set and Chikara got ready to get himself into central Tokyo, to where the nightclub was located. Whilst he was on the train, he pulled out his phone and texted Yuuji and Daichi the same message.
>> Hey! I’m on my way in, I’ll see you soon!
He did not realise he’d created a group message until, seventeen notifications later, it was too late. He skimmed the chat to catch up.
>> Ohoho, who’s this in the group with us, hm Chika? ⊂(▀¯▀⊂)
>> Sawamura Daichi, and who are you?
>> Sawamura-san, hm? I am Terushima Yuuji, Party King extraordinaire!!! Tell me, Sawamura-san, do you like to party???
>> Why yes, Terushima-san, I do like to party. Are you joining us this evening?
>> Why, do you want me to?? (｡•̀ᴗ-)
Chikara pinched the bridge of his nose as he scrolled through the rest of the messages. ‘What an idiot’, he thought. This is not how he planned to introduce one of his oldest friends to his boyfriend.
>> Please stop, both of you.
>> Stop, Chika? But we could have so much fun, the three of us!
>> I’m deleting this thread now, bye.
Chikara hastily tapped a few buttons on his phone and the group message disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief and slumped against the nearest handrail. He checked his watch - 7:38pm. Not long now. He gulped and tightened his grip on the pole.
“ENNOSHITA, MY MAN, WHAT'S HAPPENING!” Tanaka Ruunosuke bounded up to Chikara outside of the club and enveloped him into the biggest hug he'd received in a long time.
“Tanaka! So good to see you! It has been far too long!” Chikara managed to free one of his arms up to the elbow and sort of half-pat Tanaka’s side in return.
Tanaka beamed as he let go. Tanaka looked as good as always in a tight-fitting white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, dark blue jeans and white high-top trainers, with a red and white flannel shirt tied around his waist. Chikara took a long look at his high school friend - he hadn’t changed at all: the same shaved head, exuberant personality and charming smile. Chikara had spent more than a few days being totally distracted and more than a bit smitten with that smile, but those times were long past.
“Hey, most of the others are inside. We're all on the guestlist - VIPs! Let's head in" Tanaka led the way, through a huge set of doors with a bright LED sign above which said “Garbage” in huge letters. They whizzed past the bouncer and into the main room of the club.
Considering it was only 8pm, the club was busy. Lots of people packed the dance floor, the bars were well staffed and DJ RAIN had the decks spinning, creating an electric atmosphere that had the hairs on Chikara’s arms standing up.
“Heyyyy, Chikara-kun! You made it!” Daichi strode up to him and hugged him, warmly and with great force. Daichi looked great in a simple, tight fitting black t-shirt under a short sleeved red and black check shirt, paired with slim fit light grey jeans and black converse. His outfit was finished with black leather cuffs on his wrists and a black necklace with a silver ring on it. Chikara knew Suga had a thing for those check shirts, so knew his outfit choice was no accident.
Chikara looped his arms around Daichi’s broad shoulders and squeezed back.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to face Sugawara Koushi, a face he hadn't seen in a few months. Suga had been so busy with the upcoming opening of the club that he had practically become a hermit. Suga beamed and opened his arms, and Chikara walked into them, giving his friend a tight squeeze.
Chikara smiled. He stepped back to admire Suga, who was dressed in a see-through black mesh shirt, which was tucked in at the front into the tightest black ankle-biter jeans Chikara had ever seen before. His hair, which had grown a bit over the past month, was pulled into a little ponytail at the nape of his neck. Suga looked damn fine for someone who hadn’t seen the light of day in six weeks. “Suga! You're alive! I thought for sure this club was gonna kill you”
“So did I, but Kuroo has been great to work with and of course Daichi has been my rock" Suga let go of Chikara to wrap his arms around Daichi and press his face into Daichi’s neck, planting a kiss behind Daichi’s ear. Daichi visibly shivered.
“Alright you two, keep it PG, it's not even 10pm yet.” Tanaka waved his hand, mocking them. Daichi and Suga simply smiled at each other in response. “Where’s Asahi?” Tanaka said, his eyes scanning the room.
Suga answered “He hasn't really left the bar where Noya is yet, but I'm sure you can prise him away, Ryuu”
Tanaka took that as a challenge and dove off into the crowd. Chikara laughed as he watched him go, and he started swaying to the music - some 90s dance anthem that was proving popular with the crowd. Suga motioned to ask if he wanted a drink and he nodded, so Suga turned and left for the bar. Chikara and Daichi stood facing each other, leaning against a pillar, catching up.
All of a sudden, Chikara felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, spinning him around. He was not at all surprised to see Yuuji standing in front of him, but his outfit… well, it was the most colour co-ordinated he'd seen so far, which was a huge surprise. Chikara’s eyes raked over Yuuji’s frame, taking him in.
Yuuji was dressed in a so-tight-fitting-it’s-unfair yellow button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the front of which was tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans and rounded off by a pair of bright yellow converse. His wrists bore several thin leather bracelets and he wore a black choker around his neck.
Chikara gulped.
“Hey piano man, fancy seeing you here” Yuuji almost purred at Chikara, leaning towards him and caressing Chikara’s chin with his thumb and forefinger.
Chikara’s brain had short circuited and he was temporarily unable to speak. Thankfully, Yuuji looked over Chikara’s shoulder and caught sight of Daichi.
“Oh! And who is this, your handsome friend?” Yuuji stepped around Chikara to lean next to Daichi.
“I'm Sawamura Daichi. I believe you're the Party King?” Daichi smiled, folding his arms.
“Ohhh, you're Sawamura-san! Well aren't you a peach?” Yuuji smirked playfully, causing Daichi to laugh.
This seemed to rouse Chikara from his brief catatonic state. “Uh, yes. Yuuji, this is Sawamura Daichi, one of my oldest friends. Daichi, this is Terushima Yuuji, my boyfriend.”
Both Daichi and Yuuji turned to look at Chikara, a smile on each of their faces. Chikara was regretting introducing them to each other. No good could come of their grinning.
Daichi was the first to break the silence between them. “Boyfriend, eh? How long has this been going on?”
Chikara answered “About six weeks. We live in the same apartment block"
“And then Chika here seduced me" Yuuji grinned again.
It was at that moment that Suga returned with the drinks.
“Hey, Suga,” Daichi started, wrapping an arm around Suga’s waist “this is Terushima Yuuji. Chikara-kun’s boyfriend" he finished, all emphasis on the final word.
Suga leaned around Daichi and made no attempt to conceal his eyeing up of Yuuji.
Yuuji pushed himself off the pillar he was leaning on and stepped toward Suga and Daichi, his eyes flicking from one to the other. “Hmmm. This is a sandwich I wouldn't mind being a part of.”
Suga smirked. “What are your intentions with our Chikara-kun, Terushima-san? Suga said, sipping on his cocktail through a straw, never breaking eye contact with Yuuji.
Yuuji stepped back, wrapped an arm around Chikara’s waist and pulled him into his side “Nothing decent" he said with a wink.
Chikara blushed, but God if he wasn't looking forward to finding out what indecent things Yuuji had in mind.
“AAAAY TERU!!!” a loud voice bellowed from behind them and everyone turned. Yuuji’s face lit up as he bounded towards the source of the noise.
“BOBAAAAAA!! FUTAAAAA!!!” Yuuji and the two foghorns embraced in a group hug, laughing and smiling. “Hey, you two. You need to meet my new friends.” Yuuji turned on his heels back toward the group. “Bobata, Futamata, this is Sawamura Daichi the peach, his sexpot boyfriend Suga…”
“Sugawara Koushi" Suga finished for him.
Yuuji smiled at him “Right, Sugawara Koushi. And, last but by no means least, my boyfriend, Ennoshita Chikara.” He paused for a moment and looked at Chikara intensely, a small smirk on his face. He continued “Guys, these are my boys, Bobata Kazuma and Futamata Takeharu. Together, we are the Party Kings" the three of them struck a frankly ridiculous pose, of which Yuuji was the centre.
A brief moment of silence fell over the group, as nobody quite knew what to say to the Party Kings.
Luckily, nobody had to decide what to say as the music changed, which caused The Party Kings to whoop and holler whilst making their way onto the dance floor, yelling something about it being “their JAM!” Chikara, Daichi and Suga watched them go.
Suga turned back to Chikara “this is where you've chosen to lay your affections?” he gestured towards the trio, who were all pulling equally embarrassing dance moves.
Chikara rubbed the back of his neck as he watched Yuuji gyrate to the music. Yuuji’s dancing could be summed up as one third boyband member, one third stripper, and one third toddler. The combination was captivating, if a little cringeworthy. Chikara let out a sigh “Yeah, it is.” he continued to watch Yuuji dance with Bobata and Futamata and Chikara felt his chest grow tight.
Suga laughed, because honestly who wouldn’t laugh watching a group of grown-ass guys do the running man to Vengaboys ‘We Like to Party’. “Who knew our Chika-kun would be infatuated by a Party King?” He playfully nudged Chikara with his shoulder, then grabbed Chikara by the hand, grabbing Daichi with the other, and led them onto the dance floor.
Chikara was having a blast dancing with his friends. They were occasionally joined by Tanaka who was periodically giving up on Asahi ever joining them on the dance floor, only to dive off again in his direction a few songs later yelling “I'll show him!” or something similar.
He was also having a very, very good time making eyes at Yuuji across the dance floor. Yes, he was staring. No, he didn't care. Yes, he wanted Yuuji to notice.
So he danced over.
“Hey Party King, how's your evening?” Chikara leaned forward so Yuuji could hear him over the music.
“I'm doing great! I'm having a blast!” and as if to emphasise his point, Yuuji thrust his hips twice in Chikara’s direction. “Are you?”
Chikara laughed “I'm having fun too, which according to you makes a total of twice in my life.” Chikara stuck his tongue out at Yuuji who matched the gesture, his tongue bar glinting in the strobe lights.
They danced together for a while longer, on the edges of their groups of friends, then eventually the groups melted into one and everyone danced together.
After a few more songs, Chikara excused himself to fight his way to the bar - it was so hot in the club, bodies packed tightly on the dancefloor, swaying in motion to the beats of the songs Narita was playing. Chikara needed a drink, partly to quench his thirst, partly to calm his nerves that had low key been thrumming in the background since the beginning of the evening.
He got to the bar and eventually got to the front of the queue to be greeted by Noya. Noya beamed at him over the bar, his trademark cheeky grin. "Chikara! It's so awesome to see you after so long!" It was no wonder that Asahi was reluctant to leave the bar when Noya looked that good.
Speaking of Asahi, he was still in a verbal battle with Tanaka, who was trying and failing to prise him away from the bar and towards the dance floor. "Chikara, dude, help me out. Negative Goatee here won't stop swooning over his boyfriend long enough to come and have a dance with us."
Asahi rolled his eyes "First of all, stop calling me Negative Goatee. Secondly, would YOU leave the bar if your boyfriend was wearing those shorts?"
Chikara laughed "You know, Asahi, you guys live together - those shorts will be coming home with you at the end of the night. I really think you can justify leaving him for ten minutes to come and dance with us."
Asahi wailed and brushed some of his long brown hair out of his eyes. He had stopped wearing his hair in a bun after school, and these days opted for a half-braids, half down look. "You guys know I can't dance..."
"Neither can I, Asahi, but it's the effort that counts. If you dance badly enough with enough feeling, people will think you do it on purpose." Tanaka winked at Asahi and rolled his hips for emphasis.
Noya gave Chikara his drink, then leaned over the bar and pressed a kiss to Asahi's cheek. "Go, babe. My shorts and I will be here when you get back."
Asahi sighed "All right. You've twisted my arm" he relented, and followed them back to the dance floor. Tanaka whooped and fist-pumped the air.
They eventually made their way back to where they had left Suga and Daichi, who were pressed so closely together it was almost difficult to tell where one body started and the other finished. Their foreheads and noses touched together, bodies moving in unison, they each had a blissful grin on their faces. Daichi's hands were on Suga's lower back, Suga's arms around Daichi's neck.
"Ok, let's just leave those guys to it, huh?" Asahi turned his back to the couple and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Tanaka looked at him. "Asahi, what are you doing, do you need the bathroom?"
"No, you moron, I'm dancing."
"Asahi, you are doing many things, but none of them can be interpreted as dancing." Tanaka moved to be behind Asahi and put his hands on Asahi's hips. "You've gotta mooove your hips, feeeel the music"
Asahi went beet red and tried to get out of Tanaka's grip, unsuccessfully, whilst Tanaka continued to force him to gyrate. Chikara was almost bent double laughing, his hands clutching his sides which were threatening to split from the laughter.
"I can do that with you, if you want" said a voice in his ear. Chikara whirled around to see Yuuji standing behind him, grinning mischievously, a glint in his eye.
Chikara leaned towards him and said teasingly "I can dance just fine on my own, thank you very much."
Yuuji's grin widened. "Oh yeah? Prove it." he all but purred in Chikara's ear.
Chikara stood back slightly, feeling a warm blush creep across his cheeks. He was unsure whether to attribute the blush to the alcohol, the smell of Yuuji’s aftershave, or the thought of their bodies being pressed together. Swaying slightly, he curled a hand around the back of Yuuji’s neck, pulling him close.
The music shifted from some sort of pop song to the beginning notes of a dance track and the lights in the room went off, save for an intermittent strobe light. Chikara and Yuuji began to move together, their bodies not quite touching, the distance driving Chikara mad. Yuuji’s hands were on Chikara’s hips, Chikara’s in Yuuji’s hair. They continued to dance together, the rest of the club melting away, as if it was only the two of them in the whole world.
Yuuji dipped his head so his mouth was right by Chikara’s ear and began to speak the words
“Insomnia, please release me
And let me dream of making mad love to my girl on the heath
Tearing off tights with my teeth-” at this, he nipped at Chikara’s earlobe. Chikara shivered, not able to pay attention to any more of the words Yuuji was saying, his entire being occupied by the blond in front of him.
The beat of the song dropping was the catalyst for their kiss. Lips crashing together, bodies pressed together tightly as one song faded out and another began. They stayed wrapped in each other in the middle of the dance floor, still moving together to the beat, Yuuji’s hand cupping Chikara’s jaw, Chikara’s hands in fists on Yuuji’s back.
Wordlessly, they pulled apart, staring at each other, panting for breath. Chikara grabbed Yuuji by the wrist and pulled him towards the exit. He had to get them out of here, right now, immediately.
They stumbled out onto the pavement, a flurry of heavy petting and sloppy kisses, neither of them caring much about their whereabouts.
“I'll get us a taxi" Chikara mumbled in between kisses and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He tapped a few times, then slid it back in his pocket. “20 minutes" he managed to say.
“Know anything fun we can do in 20 minutes?” Yuuji pulled back, a devilish look on his face.
Before he could object, Yuuji hurried them away from the nightclub door and towards the back alleyway. Chikara followed, fingers linked with Yuuji's.
They turned the corner into the alleyway and before he knew it, Yuuji had shoved Chikara against the wall and started kissing a line from his mouth, towards his ear, down his jaw and onto his neck. At the same time, his hand fumbled at Chikara’s belt and flies.
Chikara gasped for air, his head swimming slightly due to the fact that Yuuji was currently kissing a trail down his torso and - when did his shirt get unbuttoned? He couldn't bring himself to care much as Yuuji had just dropped to one knee.
“Marry me!” Yuuji proclaimed, swinging his arms wide and laughing.
“Shut up you dope, someone will hear” Chikara chuckled and shoved Yuuji playfully.
Yuuji grinned and went back to the task at hand, finally undoing Chikara's belt and flies, pulling his jeans open to reveal his black boxer briefs.
“Oh, black panties? Someone was hoping to get laid tonight!” Yuuji smirked, earning himself a playful swat on the shoulder.
“Shut up or I swear to God I'm leaving you here.” Chikara giggled, but not for long as Yuuji bobbed his head and mouthed along Chikara’s erection through his boxers. “Ahh, fuck Yuuji that feels good.”
Yuuji whimpered slightly at the praise and continued kissing Chikara’s cock, his fingers dipping into the waistband of the boxers, pulling them down. Chikara’s dick sprung free and Yuuji’s mouth was on it in an instant, licking from base to tip.
Chikara stifled a moan, acutely aware they were in an alleyway, but reluctant to stop nonetheless. Yuuji sucked at the head of Chikara’s dick, tongue swirling around it, the tongue bar adding an extra layer of sensation. Chikara curled his hands into fists - one at Yuuji’s collar, one in his hair.
“Aah, Yuuji, you're so good, this feels so good" Chikara’s head dropped backwards against the brick wall, eyes fluttering closed as Yuuji slowly worked his mouth down over Chikara’s shaft, humming from the praise. Yuuji continued to suck at Chikara’s cock, one hand working the length, the other hand massaging his balls. Praise continued to fall from Chikara’s mouth, the words running together and becoming gibberish as Yuuji carried on working him over.
Chikara’s phone started to ring loudly at the same time a car horn beeped twice. Yuuji withdrew his head quickly, releasing Chikara’s cock with a small ‘pop’ from his lips. “Taxi is here, Chika" Yuuji said and stood up quickly, grinning whilst wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Chikara quickly stuffed his throbbing dick back into his pants. Twenty minutes had gone by far too quickly and he was eager to get home and finish what they'd started.
They walked to the taxi trying not to look like they'd just been caught in the middle of a blow job. If the driver seemed suspicious, he didn't let on as he drove them back to their apartment block. God bless quiet taxi drivers, Chikara thought.
It took what seemed like hours to get back home. They managed to refrain from making out in the back of the taxi, but Yuuji’s hand had been in Chikara’s lap all the way, the heel of his hand massaging Chikara’s crotch. Chikara was going to have to get him back for that, he thought, chewing his lip all the way back.
They stumbled out of the taxi, crossed the lobby and waited impatiently for the elevator. Eventually, a soft ding signalled its arrival and Chikara roughly grabbed Yuuji by the front of his shirt and crashed them both backwards. Yuuji landed against the elevator wall and Chikara was on him in an instant, kissing him furiously.
Turning his head slightly, Yuuji freed himself enough to press the button for Chikara’s floor and the elevator began to move. Chikara was unrelenting with the kisses, sucking at Yuuji’s neck, his jaw, his ear - any piece of exposed skin was fair game. Chikara's hand snaked down the front of Yuuji’s jeans, massaging his cock through them. This time it was Yuuji’s turn to stifle a moan, one hand on Chikara's back, the other on Chikara’s hip, his fingers digging into the flesh.
Finally, another soft ding, and the elevator doors opened. The pair spilled out of the elevator, a flurry of limbs, and made it back to Chikara’s apartment. Chikara quickly unlocked the door, switched the lights on, ushered Yuuji in and locked it again. They both kicked off their shoes and embraced again.
Chikara pulled away slightly “Wait, hold on just a second.” he said, turning and looking around his apartment. He located Ayame, picked her up and headed to the spare room. Placing her on the bed, he kissed her head and said “stay here, be good, don't complain. There's salmon in it for you tomorrow" then he exited the room and shut the door, leaving it ever so slightly ajar.
Chikara turned to face the living room to find Yuuji sprawled across the couch, his socks in a small pile on the floor, his shirt lifted up ever so slightly exposing a pale, muscular stomach, and a shit-eating grin on his face. Not for the first time that evening, Chikara gulped.
“Hey there piano man. Come join me?” Yuuji patted the couch in front of him “I think we have some unfinished business to-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Chikara strode across the room and grabbed Yuuji into a kiss, dragging him up from the couch. They stood there for a while, hands roaming over each other’s bodies, tongues flicking in and out of each other's mouths, bodies pressed tightly together.
They stumbled towards the bedroom, clothes becoming progressively less on their bodies and more on the floor - shirts went tumbling, followed by belts. By the time they had reached Chikara’s bed, only their jeans and underwear remained.
Chikara roughly pushed Yuuji back onto the bed, crawling on top of him and kissing his torso. He worked Yuuiji’s flies undone and pulled his jeans off, exposing luminous yellow boxers. The boxers didn't stay on for long as Chikara practically ripped them from Yuuji, then settled himself between Yuuji’s legs. Yuuji sucked air in through his teeth as Chikara licked from his balls up his shaft, teasing the head of his cock with his tongue before taking the entire length into his mouth. As Chikara slid Yuuji’s cock in and out of his mouth, he circled Yuuji’s asshole with his index finger. Yuuji shivered and fisted his hand into Chikara’s hair.
Suddenly, Chikara withdrew, and Yuuji whimpered “Noo, don’t stop now…”
Chikara leaned down and gave him a quick kiss “Patience, sweet pea.” He shuffled off to the side of the bed where he reached into the nightstand and got out the lube and a condom. “Good things come to those that wait.”
“I have waited” Yuuji pouted, caressing Chikara’s lower back, trailing down his ass and over his thighs.
Chikara laughed and turned to Yuuji “Top or bottom?”
“I bottom, but am willing to top you if you want” Yuuji said rolling onto his side and propping his head up with his arm.
“I’m a top, so that’s perfect” He unwrapped the condom and slid it down over his cock. He grabbed Yuuji by the hip and started to roll him over, and Yuuji complied. Chikara pulled Yuuj’s hips towards him so that his ass was up in the air, and started to lick Yuuji’s asshole. Slowly at first - long licks intended to tease Yuuji, but as their excitement built, Yuuji’s moans were getting more frequent and louder and Chikara quickened his pace.
Chikara withdrew again, opening the top of the lube bottle with a click. He applied some lube to three of his fingers, making sure they were well coated. He set the bottle down, then began to press his index finger against Yuuji’s hole. He worked Yuuji open with one finger, pressing it in and pulling it out, moans and expletives now tumbling from Yuuji's mouth like water from a tap. Chikara added a second finger, and eventually a third, pumping them in and out, enjoying watching Yuuji squirm underneath him. Chikara reached around and started to stroke Yuuji’s cock with his other hand. Yuuji’s face and neck were flushed, he was visibly sweating, and his precum was beading down Chikara’s fist.
“Aah, Chi- Chikara please, I can't take much more…” Yuuji's voice sounded strangled, the desperation almost palpable.
“Oh, but you're being so good for me, sweet pea, so good" Chikara slowed his pace around Yuuji’s dick as his whining increased in volume.
“I want- please Chika… please fuck me"
Chikara did not need to be asked twice.
He let go of Yuuji's cock and slowly withdrew his fingers from Yuuji’s ass. Yuuji groaned, his chest heaving, panting heavily from anticipation.
Chikara quickly grabbed the lube and slicked some more on to the condom. He then lined his cock up against Yuuji’s asshole and pressed himself inwards. They both cried out, Chikara clinging to Yuuji’s hips like he might fall off, Yuuji’s fists curled into the covers of the bed.
Chikara slowly began to thrust into Yuuji, increasing the speed and depth gradually, trying his absolute best not to cum in three seconds like a horny teenager. It was difficult considering how absolutely wonderful Yuuji felt around him, and how much he thoroughly enjoyed seeing him on all fours in front of him. If the constant stream of mumbling from Yuuji was any indication, Chikara would say he was enjoying himself too.
Chikara bucked faster and faster, feeling his orgasm building and loving every second of it. Yuuji was pressing back into him, their panting and moaning filling the air in the room, until-
“Chika, I’m gonna cum" Yuuji whined, turning his head around to look at his boyfriend.
“Yes, Yuuji, you be good and you come for me, you're so good, so good"
With the praise pushing him over the edge, Yuuji’s head tipped back as he cried out one final time as he came. Yuuji’s asshole clenching around Chikara’s cock was enough to send him over as well.
They fell onto each other, and Chikara pulled out. Yuuji snuggled into Chikara's side and Chikara wrapped an arm around him. They lay there, Chikara humming a melody and peppering Yuuji's forehead with kisses, Yuuji stroking Chikara’s chest contentedly.
They eventually crawled under the covers together, then lapsed into comfortable silence and then sleep.