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“Teru!”
Shimazaki never cared about being quiet, moans echoing obscenely in the air, disturbing the quiet peace of nighttime. “A-Ah!... Oh, fuck.”
Teru rolls his eyes. There’s a reason he only chooses to meet at such late hours.
While he doesn’t particularly care about people hearing Shimazaki’s obnoxiously loud moaning, he’s also not too into the idea of someone possibly following the sounds and walking in on them together. And as Teru presses his foot harder onto Shimazaki’s crotch while he stands over the man’s writhing form, he shakes his head.
No, he definitely wouldn’t want that.
Thankfully, the secluded alleyway they hid away in was barren of any other living beings aside from the cockroaches scurrying in the shadows. They were probably looking for warmth, Teru guesses, watching them swarm the line of dumpsters pushed up against the wall - probably to nestle among the piles of trash found within.
Shifting his gaze downwards, Teru notes how Shimazaki’s position on the ground has him laid directly in front of that filth. Scoffing, Teru decides Shimazaki is right where he belongs.
He pushes his weight down harder onto his foot, applying more pressure on Shimazaki’s cock. He moves lazily in light stroking motions along the thick shaft, dipping down to gently massage Shimazaki’s balls every so often. It’s more of a tease than anything, really. And Teru can’t deny the sadistic enjoyment he feels withholding the kind of pleasure Shimazaki came begging for from him in the first place.
At the start of their little meeting, Shimazaki had appeared before him already on his knees. When Teru had raised a foot to Shimazaki’s chest and shoved, Shimazaki gladly went down to the ground. He even seemed to enjoy it when Teru dragged the heel of his perfectly polished shoe ever so slowly down his abdomen.
Meanwhile, Teru had contemplated how easy it would be to crack a rib with just the twist of his foot. ‘He’d probably like that.’ Teru had thought, barely resisting the urge to follow through.
That was almost half an hour ago and now Shimazaki was going out of his mind, in agony over the achingly slow build but loving it all the same. His senses were heightened ten-fold and every little touch felt like fire in his veins.
Casually eyeing the way Shimazaki has arched his back and started to gyrate his hips in a whorish display, Teru knows Shimazaki must close to orgasm by now. Really close, judging by the increasingly erratic movements and the way he’s pleading at Teru.
“P-Please! I’m almost…” His voice sounds so wrecked. Desperate. “Please, more!” Absolutely no shame in the way he begs.
Teru feels slightly annoyed that Shimazaki thinks he has any say in what Teru gives him, but he grinds the heel of his shoe harder against Shimazaki’s balls regardless.
Greedy fuck.
Another choked moan - which sounds suspiciously more like a sob - leaves Shimazaki’s lips then, breathy and so so loud. “Thank you! It’s s... ah... so good.”
Spit dribbles out the sides of Shimazaki’s mouth, coating his lips and sliding down his chin, and his hair matted from sweat sticks out in random directions. His shirt’s ridden up as well, coming to just above his belly-button, leaving his lower back exposed to the rough concrete.
Teru twists his foot and starts caressing Shimazaki’s sensitive cockhead through his pants. There’s a dark patch staining the front where Shimazaki’s been steadily leaking precum, and Teru watches as it grows when Shimazaki suddenly starts convulsing, bucking his hips and humping up onto Teru’s foot. “Yes! T-Teru!”
Teru keeps still and only watches as Shimazaki loses himself to pleasure. He can feel Shimazaki’s cock twitch and start to throb as the man cums hard beneath him, breathing deep and heavy as his entire body shakes. Beads of sweat drip down the side of his neck and a light blush stains his pale cheeks. Teru hates how handsome he still looks while absolutely wrecked.
And he almost feels disappointed now that his time playing with Shimazaki is done. It really is fun turning Shimazaki into a mess and though loathe as he was to admit it, he can’t deny that the way Shimazaki crumbles under him is hotter than anything he’s ever seen. However, there’s a reason they’re both here and as far as Teru’s concerned, he’s done what he’s needed to do.
“Get up. On your knees.” He commands, unbuttoning his pants to take out his already hard cock.
Shimazaki, still too sensitive and definitely not yet recovered from such an intense orgasm, immediately obeys and forces himself up on shaky limbs, because he’ll always do as Teru says. And there’s a small moment’s pause where Shimazaki’s dark eyes look up at Teru, somehow always finding him. There’s something in his look - something much too soft and… adoring. Teru feels his skin crawl.
He doesn’t want to think about what that means.
So instead, he grips the back of Shimazaki’s head with one hand and forces his mouth open by the jaw with the other. However, in that short moment where Teru’s guiding Shimazaki’s mouth closer to the tip of his cock, Shimazaki speaks to Teru in a voice so undeniably earnest that it scares him.
“You’re amazing, Teru.”
And in one swift motion, Teru slides his cock past Shimazaki’s lips, burying himself to the hilt. It’s warm and wet and so fucking tight; he can’t help but let out a gasp as his mouth falls open. He closes his eyes and focuses on the way Shimazaki’s throat tightens around him as he chokes from sudden assault, the added vibrations feeling heavenly on his cock. “Hmmm.”
Teru wastes no time fucking Shimazaki’s mouth then, not giving him any time to prepare. He sets a brutal pace, snapping his hips and fucking deep into Shimazaki’s throat, and it feels so fucking good. Shimazaki gags at the rough treatment but doesn‘t try to pull away, just relaxes his throat and starts sucking.
Teru may not have the highest regard for a person like Shimazaki, but he can’t deny that he’s a damn good cocksucker. Taking his cock so well and letting himself be used however Teru wants. This is what he’s good for.
Shimazaki’s lips are wet with saliva and Teru’s precum, and it’s a dirty sight, but one that makes Teru’s cock throb. Teru snaps his hips faster, the hold he has on Shimazaki’s head firm as his fingers bury themselves in his hair and tightly grip those dark locks.
He pulls out of Shimazaki’s throat until just the tip of his cock lays heavy on Shimazaki’s tongue, and Shimazaki alternates between sucking and swirling his tongue around the sensitive head. He then slides his lips slowly down the shaft until Teru’s buried in his throat again, and swallows.
“Fuck!” Teru can’t help but moan, letting his head fall back and cursing the sky.
Shimazaki holds himself down on Teru’s cock for a long moment, waiting until he absolutely needs to breathe again before he pulls off completely, coughing and gasping for air.
Teru takes his cock in a tight grip and starts stroking while aiming at Shimazaki’s face. Shimazaki opens his mouth without needing to be told, extending his tongue and eagerly lapping up the precum leaking from Teru’s cockhead while tongueing at the slit.
That does it for Teru as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, coating Shimazaki’s mouth full. Some land on Shimazaki’s cheeks and even his hair as Teru starts shaking from how hard he’s cumming. Shimazaki swallows the salty mouthful and dips his head down to start licking at Teru balls, and Teru almost doubles over from the overload of stimulation.
“Sh-Shimazaki… that’s enough.” Teru pulls Shimazaki away from him and works on catching his breath. His knees feel wobbly and slight tremors travel like electricity through his body. Fuck, that was good.
Shifting his gaze, Teru takes in the sight of Shimazaki between his legs. Truly, there are few things more mesmerizing than the sight of Shimazaki on his knees with cum dripping down his annoyingly handsome face.
It takes a few moments, but Teru’s breathing goes back to normal and his legs no longer feel so weak. He lifts a hand to wipe the sweat off his brow and comb his fingers through his hair, fixing it as much as he can or at least take care of the few strands stuck to forehead.
At this point, Teru would be zipping his pants back up after regaining his composure and making his way back home. Shimazaki would take care of himself, probably teleport back to whatever dump he’s been hiding in to change out of his soiled clothes.
But tonight, Teru hesitates.
He shivers.
It’s cold. It always is at this time. And the thought of going back to his empty apartment is even colder. Worse still, he wishes he hadn’t caught wind of the fact a certain redhead was back in town. Teru thinks he’d have preferred not knowing why Ritsu had declined his offer to meet up today. ‘Im busy. Sorry.’ his text had read. Teru feels an ache in his chest. He wonders if they had fun together.
Looking back down at Shimazaki, Teru makes a decision he tells himself isn’t born out of loneliness.
Shimazaki is his to use however he wants and… maybe the night doesn’t have to end just yet.