Haru's body trembled beneath Sora's, flushed and vulnerable, every inch of him exposed to his lover's adoring touch. His breath hitched in shallow gasps as Sora's lips ghosted over his skin—slow, reverent, hungry.
Sora kissed along Haru's inner thigh again, watching him shiver. "You're already so sensitive," he murmured, fingers stroking delicately up the curve of his hip. "I haven't even started yet."
"Sora…" Haru whimpered, voice already trembling with need.
A low, almost possessive growl rumbled from Sora's chest as he spread Haru's legs wider. Haru squirmed, thighs tensing, instinctively trying to close—but Sora's hands were firm. Gentle, but unrelenting. He had waited too long. Haru had teased too hard. There was no escaping now.
Sora dipped his head, breath hot against the delicate flesh between Haru's cheeks.
Haru tensed, back arching. "W-Wait—what are you—ahh!"
His cry was cut off by the first wet drag of Sora's tongue—slow and deliberate, licking a path over the most sensitive, forbidden place.
"Sora—Sora!!"
Sora didn't stop. He licked again, firmer this time, hands spreading Haru wider as his tongue traced every inch with maddening precision. The sounds—wet, obscene, and relentless—only made it worse.
Haru writhed, fists clutching the sheets, legs trembling.
"Oh my god—Sora—ahh!"
Every stroke of Sora's tongue made his thighs quiver harder. It was humiliating. Intimate. Devastatingly good. He tried to speak, to protest, but all that came out were gasps and broken moans.
Sora's hands moved, sliding under Haru to lift his hips slightly, giving him a better angle. He groaned into him, tongue circling, teasing, and pressing just enough to make Haru sob his name.
"I can't—I can't—"
"Yes, you can," Sora whispered against his skin. "You're doing so well."
Haru's body was on fire. Heat surged through him with every lick, every suck. His back arched, legs straining. His whole body felt like it was going to shatter.
And then—just when he thought he couldn't take another second—Sora stopped.
Haru collapsed into the bed with a sob.
"N-No more," he whispered. "I'm gonna go crazy…"
Sora kissed the back of his thigh and slowly crawled up his body, his hands dragging along Haru's sides—up to his chest, where he paused.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured, bending down to press a kiss to one of Haru's flushed nipples.
Haru gasped, eyes snapping open. "Sora—!"
But Sora was already sucking gently, mouth hot and wet. He pinched the other nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly, and Haru moaned so loud it echoed off the walls.
It was like Sora was worshipping his chest—treating him like he had breasts, teasing and stroking until the nipples were red, swollen, and twitching under his touch.
"S-Stop," Haru gasped, though his hips were bucking up without control. "I can't—I'm gonna—"
"You're not done yet," Sora growled, switching sides to lavish the other nipple with equal attention. "You were so smug earlier, weren't you? Thought you had the upper hand…"
His mouth closed around Haru's nipple again and sucked hard. At the same time, he slid one hand down, wrapping it around Haru's leaking length.
"Ahhh—!!"
Haru screamed, body jerking up. Sora's mouth, his hand, his whole weight—it was too much. Every nerve felt frayed.
But Sora wasn't finished.
He sat up slightly, lips swollen, eyes dark with heat. With one smooth motion, he reached for the lube from the drawer beside the bed and coated his fingers.
Haru's eyes widened. "W-Wait—Sora—"
"Shh…" Sora kissed him gently. "I've got you. I'll be slow."
He reached between Haru's thighs again and gently pressed a slick finger against him. Haru tensed, gasping, but didn't stop him.
Sora worked patiently, soothing with kisses and low whispers as he slid one finger in, then another, curling and stroking until Haru was gasping for him, hips rolling helplessly.
"You're perfect," he murmured, pressing their foreheads together. "So tight. So ready."
Haru bit his lip, eyes hazy. "Sora… I want you…"
That was all Sora needed.
He slid his pants off in one motion, his cock flushed and heavy, already leaking from holding back too long. He slicked himself quickly, lined up—and paused.
"Haru," he whispered, brushing his lips against his ear. "Tell me again."
"I want you," Haru said, voice trembling. "Please…"
Sora kissed him hard as he slowly pushed in.
Haru's breath caught, back arching as he was stretched open inch by inch. It wasn't painful—Sora was careful—but the sensation was overwhelming. Full. Deep.
When their hips finally met, both of them froze—panting, shaking.
Then Sora moved.
Slow at first. Rhythmic. Each thrust was deliberate, hitting just the right spot to make Haru cry out. Sora leaned down again, sucking a nipple into his mouth as he thrust harder.
Haru wailed.
The stimulation—his nipples, his insides, Sora's mouth and hands and cock—was too much.
"Sora—I-I—ahhh!!"
"You're close, aren't you?" Sora panted, speeding up. "You're gonna come for me, baby?"
Haru nodded desperately, tears in his eyes. "Please—I can't—I'm gonna—"
"Come, then," Sora growled. "Come with me inside you."
He reached between them and stroked Haru's cock in time with his thrusts, hard and fast. Haru sobbed, body tightening.
And then—
He broke.
His cry echoed as he came, body convulsing under Sora, his release painting both their stomachs. His walls clenched around Sora, milking him, and Sora groaned loudly, hips slamming forward one last time before he came too, deep and hard inside Haru.
They collapsed together, panting, trembling, clinging to each other like they'd fall apart otherwise.
Sora kissed Haru's tear-streaked cheeks. "I made you cry."
"I hate you," Haru whispered, still shaking.
"You love me."
"…I do."
They stayed there, tangled, warm, and spent.
Haru's chest heaved against Sora's, slick with sweat, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. His cheeks burned—not just from the exertion, but from the way Sora was staring at him now. Eyes half-lidded, smug, glowing with post-release warmth and something darker… playful.
Sora shifted slightly, arms still wrapped around Haru's waist. His hand stroked slowly up Haru's spine, fingers lazy and featherlight.
"You always get like this after we make love," Sora murmured, nose brushing against Haru's temple. "All quiet. All flushed. Shy like it's your first time again."
Haru turned his face away, his body still trembling. "S-Shut up…"
A soft laugh rumbled from Sora's chest. "Oh? You were moaning like crazy just a few minutes ago. But now look at you. Hiding your face. Is it because you're still so sensitive?" He reached down between them and gave Haru's thigh a squeeze, making him flinch. "You always get like this. It's adorable."
"I'm not adorable," Haru muttered, voice muffled against the pillow. "I'm just… I can still feel you inside me. My whole body's still… shaking."
Sora's grin widened. "Exactly. You're still twitching. Sensitive little thing." His fingers trailed teasingly down Haru's side again, brushing along his hipbone. "Isn't this the same every time? I ruin you, and then you melt like putty in my arms."
"You're such an ass…" Haru groaned, but his voice was breathy, and his thighs were already pressing together instinctively.
Sora laughed softly. "Yeah. But I'm your ass."
Haru made a small, breathless sound. He hated how true that was—how Sora could do this to him every time. Just a touch, a word, and his body betrayed him completely.
"I can still feel you clenching," Sora whispered against his ear, hand slipping lower, between Haru's cheeks again. "Are you already getting hard again? Just from me teasing you?"
Haru's breath caught. "N-No… I'm just—s-sensitive—"
"I know," Sora crooned, fingers stroking gently against that same forbidden spot. "So sensitive. So easy to make squirm."
A whimper escaped Haru's throat before he could stop it. His body arched into Sora's hand despite his embarrassment.
"There it is…" Sora murmured, sliding his fingers down to find Haru already hardening again. "I haven't even done anything yet."
"Sora—wait, I can't—ahh—"
"You said that last time too," Sora smirked. He rolled Haru onto his back, leaning over him, their bodies flush again. He pressed a kiss to Haru's swollen lips, then down his throat, licking slowly at the sweat there.
"You can't, huh?" Sora whispered between kisses. "But your cock says otherwise."
Haru whimpered as Sora's hand wrapped around his shaft again—slow, teasing strokes that made his whole body quiver.
"I should make you beg this time," Sora said, nipping at his collarbone. "For being so smug this morning. For teasing me in the kitchen like that."
"I wasn't—ahh—teasing—"
Sora chuckled darkly, sliding lower, mouth brushing over Haru's chest again. "You lifted your shirt and leaned on the counter just to stretch in front of me. You knew exactly what you were doing."
"I didn't mean—mmhnn—" Haru's voice broke off into a moan as Sora sucked a flushed nipple back into his mouth, tongue circling and flicking until it stiffened under the attention.
"You're always such a mess when I touch these," Sora murmured, switching to the other with a hot lick. "You like when I treat you like you have tits, don't you?"
Haru gasped. "D-Don't say that…"
"But it's true," Sora whispered, voice dripping with mischief. "Look at how they're twitching. So red. So needy. You love it when I play with them…"
He pinched one nipple between his fingers, rolling it slowly as his mouth sucked hard on the other.
"Ahh—Sora—!"
"You're already leaking again," Sora murmured as he looked down between them. Haru's cock was standing firm, twitching against his belly, a clear drop clinging to the tip. "You're really gonna come again just from me touching your chest?"
"I-I can't—control—it…" Haru gasped, thighs quivering.
"You don't need to," Sora whispered. "Let me take care of you."
He slid back down, kissing along Haru's trembling stomach, tongue dipping into his navel before tracing lower. Haru's legs spread instinctively, his hands gripping the sheets in anticipation.
Sora didn't go to his cock.
Instead, he kissed lower—past it—nuzzling gently between Haru's legs again.
"N-No, not again, Sora—!"
"Oh, yes again," Sora said with a devilish smile. "You didn't think I was done, did you?"
He spread Haru's legs wider and dove in, licking into him with unrelenting hunger.
Haru screamed.
His back arched, hands flying to cover his mouth, but it didn't help. The sensation was too sharp, too raw. Sora's tongue was merciless—licking, pressing, teasing just the right spots with obscene, wet sounds.
"S-Sora!! I—AHH—!"
Sora reached up and tugged Haru's hands away from his mouth. "Let me hear you," he growled, before diving back in.
Haru sobbed. His body shook, hips grinding against Sora's face without meaning to. It was too good. Too much. His cock was dripping, his nipples were aching, and Sora's tongue was driving him insane.
"I—I'm gonna—if you keep—!"
But Sora didn't stop. He added his fingers this time—slick and patient—pressing in while his tongue traced tight circles, working him open all over again.
Haru bucked helplessly, body melting into a puddle of sensation. It was like every nerve in him had been wired to explode.
"Sora—I'm gonna—I'm gonna—!"
Sora pulled back, just enough to speak. "Not yet."
He leaned up, stroking his own cock with slick fingers. It was hard again, throbbing with need.
"Turn over for me," he said, voice rough.
Haru obeyed on instinct, still panting, his limbs shaking as he got on his knees.
Sora positioned himself behind, one hand guiding his cock to Haru's entrance, the other gripping his hip.
He pressed in—slow, deliberate.
Haru cried out as he was stretched all over again, his walls fluttering around Sora's girth.
"Still so tight," Sora groaned. "Still so perfect."
He didn't wait long.
Once he was seated fully inside, he pulled back and thrust in again—slow at first, but deep, hitting that spot that made Haru see stars.
"Sora—ahh—please—!"
"You love this, don't you?" Sora growled, thrusting harder. "Being taken again right after. Being filled again while your body's still twitching."
Haru moaned, fingers digging into the sheets. "Y-Yes! I love it—please—don't stop—!"
Sora leaned over him, lips brushing his ear. "You're gonna come like this, aren't you? Like a good little slut. Just from me fucking you."
Haru sobbed, his cock twitching with every deep thrust. "I—I'm close—I'm gonna—!"
Sora wrapped a hand around Haru's length and stroked in time with his thrusts.
"Come for me again," he commanded. "Let me feel you break."
And Haru did.
He came hard, body spasming as he screamed Sora's name, hot release spilling over his stomach and Sora's hand.
The tight pulsing of his climax sent Sora over the edge—he slammed in deep and came again, filling Haru with another hot wave of release, groaning low against his back.
They collapsed together, tangled and sticky and trembling.
Sora wrapped his arms tightly around Haru's chest, holding him close.
"You really are the most sensitive thing I've ever touched," he whispered against Haru's neck. "And I love every second of it."
Haru blushed, eyes wet. "I hate how good you are at this…"
Sora smiled. "I know. But you love me anyway."
"…I do."
They lay there for a long time, warm and entangled, with Sora's fingers gently tracing idle patterns over Haru's sensitive skin.
And even though Haru's body felt like it had been completely undone, his heart beat steady and full, wrapped in the comfort of the one person who always made him feel like this.
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END OF CHAPTER : 123 : THE MOMENT HE BROKE!
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