Haru was still shaking beneath him, chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. His cheeks were flushed, lips slightly parted, eyes glassy with the remnants of pleasure. Every inch of his skin radiated heat—soft, trembling, sensitive.
Sora rested over him, their bodies still tangled, his own heart racing as he caught his breath. But even through the haze of afterglow, his gaze stayed fixed on Haru's flushed, overwhelmed expression.
"You're so shy now…" he murmured, voice thick with amusement and heat. "But we do this almost every day, babe."
Haru looked away, cheeks darkening. "S-Shut up… you're the one who keeps going like it's the first time every time."
Sora chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Haru's flushed cheek. "Can't help it. You're too damn cute when you fall apart for me."
His hand slid slowly down Haru's side, fingertips ghosting over his ribs, his waist, until they rested possessively on the curve of his hip.
"You always get like this after," Sora whispered, lips brushing Haru's ear. "Shaky… breathless… sensitive…"
"I-It's your fault," Haru breathed, arching slightly as Sora's fingers traced the edge of his thigh. "You always overdo it…"
Sora smirked. "And you always take it. Every time. Begging for more."
Haru squirmed beneath him, his body still raw with sensation. "Sora, I-I can't…"
"You sure?" Sora whispered, pressing his hips against Haru's, letting him feel that he was already hard again. "Feels like your body's telling me a different story."
Haru gasped, eyes widening as the sensation brushed against him—thick and hot, already twitching against his thigh.
"No way," he whispered. "You're seriously hard again?"
Sora laughed, low and dark, kissing Haru's neck slowly. "Of course I am. How could I not be, babe? Look at you."
He rocked his hips forward slowly, rubbing himself against Haru's still-sensitive skin. Haru moaned, face twisting in equal parts pleasure and protest.
"Sora—ah! I'm too sensitive, I—"
"You'll be fine," Sora murmured, mouth trailing down Haru's throat. "You always say that. Then you cum again, even harder."
He reached down between them, fingers stroking over Haru's inner thigh, teasing the sore, wet space that was still slick from their last round.
Haru whimpered, biting his lip.
"Sora, please—give me a minute—"
"Nope." Sora kissed the corner of his mouth. "Not done with you yet."
His fingers returned to Haru's entrance, gently circling, and Haru jerked in surprise. "Ahh—Sora—!"
"I'll be gentle," Sora promised. "Just let me in, babe."
He slicked himself quickly again, fingers working slowly to stretch Haru back open. Haru trembled with every motion, the stimulation far too intense after what they just shared—but Sora moved with precision and care, watching Haru's face for every sign.
When Haru finally relaxed, barely whispering, "Okay," Sora leaned forward and kissed him.
Their lips met slowly, tenderly, and Sora pushed in again.
Haru cried out against his mouth, arms wrapping around Sora's back.
This time, Sora didn't go slow for long.
The stretch was familiar now, but more intense after the first orgasm. Haru's whole body lit up as Sora started to move—long, deep strokes that rubbed against every trembling, raw spot inside of him.
"You're still tight," Sora groaned into his neck. "Still sucking me in like you're desperate for it."
"B-Babe—ahh! You're so deep—!" Haru clutched his back, nails digging in.
Sora's hand found his again-hard cock, already twitching with returning arousal. "Told you," he whispered. "Too sensitive, huh? Or are you just needy?"
Haru tried to shake his head, but his body betrayed him. Every thrust sent him spiraling. Every rub of Sora's hand made his cock jump.
"Babe, I-I'm gonna—"
Sora kissed him hard, silencing his cries.
His pace built—harder, faster, pushing Haru to the edge all over again. Sweat slicked their bodies, their skin slapping together with every thrust. Haru was crying out now, no longer holding back.
"Please—Sora—fuck—please—!"
"You want to come again?" Sora breathed.
"Yes! Please—do it—!"
Sora grinned and adjusted his angle, slamming into him deep and fast. The rhythm was brutal, devastating—and perfect.
"Come for me, babe."
Haru screamed.
He came again, harder than before, his body locking up around Sora, cum splashing between them. His insides clenched hard, milking Sora's cock.
Sora gasped. "Fuck—Haru—"
With a final thrust, he buried himself deep and came inside Haru for the third time, moaning into his ear as he released everything.
They collapsed again—sweaty, panting, shaking.
Neither of them moved for a long moment. Sora stayed inside him, kissing Haru's jaw, his cheek, his temple.
"You okay?" he whispered.
Haru let out a small, breathless laugh. "You're insane."
Sora chuckled. "But you love it."
"I love you, idiot," Haru murmured, wrapping his arms around him.
Sora smiled, pressing his forehead to Haru's. "I love you too, babe."
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"Babe," Sora whispered, his breath hot against Haru's ear, "You're still trembling..."
Haru's fingers curled weakly into the sheets, his body drenched in sweat, legs splayed open. He couldn't even look Sora in the eyes. His cheeks were red, his chest heaving.
"Sora… I can't… I already came so many times—"
Sora kissed his temple, slow and gentle, like he had all the time in the world. His hips rolled against Haru's again, and Haru flinched with a sharp cry. "I know. I counted four, babe. You've been squeezing me every single time. How many did you count?"
Haru shook his head, eyes glassy. "I lost count… somewhere after three… I think."
Sora smiled against his skin. "Then let's see how many more your pretty body can give me."
Without another word, he pulled out—just enough to make Haru shudder—and thrust back in slow. Deep.
Haru gasped. "Ahh—no, Sora…!"
"Still so tight," Sora groaned, burying himself fully. "You're soaking wet down here, babe. It's like you're begging me to keep going."
Haru's back arched involuntarily. The stimulation had crossed into something unbearable, yet addictive. His body pulsed with each thrust, the stretch hitting all the right places, every nerve lit with pleasure. He couldn't fight it anymore—his cock twitched with renewed arousal despite how spent he felt.
Sora's rhythm was merciless—deep, slow thrusts that built and built. One of his hands returned to Haru's abused length, stroking gently, knowing it would be too much.
Haru screamed.
His body tightened again, eyes rolling back, thighs twitching. He climaxed hard, untouched emotions bubbling up with his cry, clinging to Sora's shoulders as if drowning.
"Babe," Sora growled, voice rough with restraint, "That's five. You're still dripping, clenching like a vice… and I still haven't come."
Haru whimpered, nails digging into Sora's back. "Why are you like this…?"
Sora didn't answer—he just kept moving.
And Haru kept breaking.
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END OF CHAPTER : 124 : LOST COUNTS...
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