Haru couldn't think anymore.
He couldn't speak.
His throat was raw from moaning, his body drenched in sweat, clinging to the tangled sheets beneath him. The room was thick with heat, with the sharp scent of sex and sweat and desperation. His hands trembled against the pillows, nails dragging uselessly through the fabric as another helpless moan tore from his throat.
"Sora—ahh—Sora—!"
His voice cracked. His words dissolved into whimpers. His lips were parted, tongue peeking out as he drooled messily, blinking back tears that wouldn't stop falling.
He had lost count.
Of how many times he'd come. Of how many times Sora had made him scream, made him shudder, made him break apart like fragile glass under his touch. His thighs wouldn't stop twitching, and his cock—soft now, abused—throbbed pathetically between his legs. Even without touching it, he kept coming. A dribble. A spasm. Over and over again.
He didn't even feel his own orgasms anymore.
Only the pounding. The fullness. The way Sora's cock slid deep again, and again, and again—never faltering, never slowing.
Haru was stretched wide open. Slick and raw and used.
And Sora still hadn't come once.
"Babe…" Sora growled above him, voice wrecked, throat dry from panting. His body glistened in the low light, muscles tense, hips snapping forward with brutal, fluid rhythm. "You're still clenching me so tight—fuck—you're still pulling me in…"
Haru couldn't answer. He could only sob, eyes fluttering shut, his back arching off the bed when Sora slammed deep again.
"God, look at you," Sora groaned, leaning over him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. His other hand gripped Haru's thigh, lifting it higher to spread him more. "You've got nothing left, huh? Can't even form words now?"
Haru nodded weakly, and the smallest sound slipped from his throat—a soft, broken whimper of "uh-huh…"
Sora kissed the corner of his eye, where a tear slipped down.
"I'm gonna fill you up now," he whispered, voice dark, breath trembling. "You've taken everything, babe. All of me. Every thrust, every second. You've been so good for me…"
Haru's lips trembled. He arched again, moaning mindlessly when Sora pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, hard enough to shake the bed.
Sora's thrusts quickened. Became erratic. Harsh.
Each movement made a loud, wet slap echo through the room—raw and obscene. Haru's body jerked helplessly with every thrust, muscles long since given up on resisting. His moans turned high-pitched, wordless.
Sora let go of his wrist and grabbed his waist, hauling him up into his lap, fucking into him from below, faster, deeper. Haru fell forward, head on Sora's shoulder, eyes rolled back, mouth slack.
He sobbed when his body gave out another twitching climax, untouched.
"Babe," Sora gasped, burying his face in Haru's neck, voice shattering. "I'm—I can't—I'm gonna—fuck—"
He slammed in once more—deep, brutal—and held.
And then he groaned.
It was low and guttural. The sound of total release.
Sora's cock throbbed hard inside him, and Haru could feel it—hot and thick, pouring deep inside. The warmth spread through him, so much that it overflowed almost instantly. Sora didn't pull out. He stayed, buried as deep as he could go, holding Haru tightly while his hips twitched with every pulse of his orgasm.
Haru could only squirm, gasping softly as he felt it fill him to the brim—so much that it leaked back out, slicking down his thighs.
Sora shuddered against him, arms wrapping around his back. His breathing was wild, chest rising and falling against Haru's.
"I'm done," Sora whispered, kissing his temple, his voice wrecked. "You did so well, babe… I love you."
Haru couldn't answer.
He only let out a small, trembling breath.
And then collapsed into Sora's arms, boneless and broken, still twitching as the last of the aftershocks passed through his ruined body.
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The morning sun had only just begun slipping through the sheer curtains, casting faint golden lines across the tangled bed. The room was silent—save for the soft breathing of the two bodies wrapped tightly together under the rumpled sheets.
Sora stirred first.
His eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the light, his head still fuzzy with the afterglow of the night before. His body ached, in the best, most satisfying way imaginable. He didn't move immediately. He didn't want to.
Because there he was—Haru, curled up so tightly against him, arms looped around Sora's chest, leg thrown over his hip, face buried against his neck. The boy looked like he'd melted in his sleep, all soft skin and gentle breaths and that tiny, content frown he always made when something was too bright or too warm.
Sora's lips twitched upward. He reached up and brushed a lock of messy hair from Haru's cheek.
God, he was beautiful.
Even more so in the quiet of morning—glowing faintly, as though kissed by sunlight. His eyelashes fluttered every now and then, his lips slightly parted, whispering tiny sighs that made Sora's heart squeeze in his chest.
Haru's body, even after everything, still clung to him like he never wanted to let go. His fingers dug gently into Sora's side, and one of his thighs was pressed between Sora's legs, warm and bare. The faint stickiness between them and the soreness in their hips told a vivid story of last night, but Sora didn't feel an ounce of guilt.
Only love.
And awe.
He let his hand slowly run down the curve of Haru's back, over the soft arch of his waist, down to where the blanket just barely clung to the top of his thighs. Haru's body—slender, boyish, yet girly in a way that drove Sora mad—was like a sculpture, one carved from the sweetest dreams Sora had ever had. The way his back dipped, the little ridges of his spine, the shape of his shoulder blades… it all left him breathless.
He leaned in and kissed Haru's temple gently.
The boy didn't wake.
Sora chuckled softly, brushing their foreheads together before whispering, "Babe… morning."
Still no response.
He kissed his forehead next.
Then his cheek.
Then the corner of his lips.
"Mmm…" Haru whined in a sleepy breath. "Five more minutes…"
"You said that ten times already," Sora whispered teasingly, running a hand through Haru's messy hair. "You'll keep saying ten minutes until it's noon."
"Then let it be noon…" Haru murmured, burying his face deeper into Sora's chest. His voice was raw and hoarse, a result of all the moaning and screaming from the night before. "I can't move…"
Sora smiled warmly and kissed him again—this time, a little firmer on the lips. Haru flinched slightly, nose wrinkling, then slowly blinked his eyes open.
Sora's heart melted on the spot.
"Haru," he whispered. "Good morning, beautiful."
"…Sora?" Haru blinked, gaze dazed, voice small and sleepy. Then he looked down at himself, then at their bare chests pressed together, then at the sheets still sticking slightly to his legs. "Ah—!"
His face lit up red in an instant.
Memories of last night came crashing in like a tsunami. The fourth round. The fifth. The sixth—or was it still fifth? The way Sora had kept going, the way Haru had climaxed again and again until he'd lost count, the way Sora finally came at the end—hard, deep, overwhelming.
He smacked Sora's chest weakly with a fist and protested, voice cracking, "Y-You… you didn't hold back at all!"
Sora winced, but mostly from laughter. "You seemed like you could take it."
"I could not!" Haru squeaked. "I was literally sobbing! I-I passed out while still full! You… you—baka!"
Sora laughed, full and rich, and wrapped his arms around Haru's waist, dragging him even closer. "But you looked so good. You were amazing, Haru. I couldn't stop myself…"
Haru pouted—furiously red-faced but not pulling away. "You should've! I can't even sit without feeling like—like—" he growled into Sora's chest, burying his head there again as he hugged him tightly. "You were a monster last night…"
"You loved every second," Sora teased.
"No comment," Haru muttered quickly, clinging even tighter.
They lay like that for a while, tangled together in silence, heartbeats syncing, warmth shared through their bare skin. Sora gently rubbed circles on Haru's back, kissing his hair, content to just hold him close.
"...You're not mad, right?" Sora asked, voice softer now.
Haru paused. Then shook his head.
"No," he said. "Just sore. Really, really sore."
Sora grinned. "Worth it?"
"...Shut up," Haru mumbled, but he smiled against Sora's chest. "But yes."
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END OF CHAPTER : 126 : WELL DONE!
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