Chapter Text
“Forecast looks promising.”
Hajime’s head snapped up at what was supposed to be a simple, off-handed comment. Tooru snorted at his boyfriend’s reaction, albeit a little confused.
They were sitting on their little balcony, Tooru sitting on the little sofa while Hajime watered their many plants. The night sky was above them, the sounds of their gated community acting as white noise. Tooru considered turning on their crappy little radio.
“Why’re you so excited?”
Hajime blushed a bit before looking back at the plants. “Nothing important, I was just hoping for a sunny day.”
“Good temperature, too,” Tooru added.
Hajime’s smile widened. He set down the watering can, finished with his chore, and leaned against the railing. His smile was almost too innocent for Tooru’s liking.
The brunette lifted one of his eyebrows. “What’re you planning?”
“Nothing~,” Hajime sang, “just want to enjoy the nice weather. How about a date tomorrow? A walk through the park then some lunch? I’ll pay.”
“That’s a lie,” Tooru immediately said, almost forgetting what he wanted to get out of his boyfriend, “but forget that: what’re you up to? You’re looking too innocent to not have something up your sleeve.”
Hajime, who was wearing a tank top, pretended to roll up his sleeves.
“Dork.”
…
“Hajime, are you coming?!”
Tooru checked out the window, not surprised to see the weather was still perfect. A huge blue sky with the right amount of clouds. He had checked the forecast the second he woke up and the weather would be the perfect temperature all day.
Hajime, as usual, had been getting ready for the last thirty minutes. Tooru never minded that his boyfriend took longer to get ready since it was always worth it to see the smile on Hajime’s face, so he patiently waited.
“Coming!” Hajime called from the bedroom.
The door clicked open and there was the clatter of sandals on the wood.
Tooru could already picture his boyfriend's shoes: black buckle sandals with a strap that wraps around his ankle, with the smallest, barely an inch heel.
With a smile, Tooru turned his head to look at Hajime, and his breath was taken away.
Hajime wore a beautiful alabaster sundress, one with a small floral design. It hugged his body nicely, showing off his full pecs, small waist, full hips, and plump ass. It went all the way down to his ankles, sadly covering up the gorgeous, muscular thighs of Tooru’s dreams.
His makeup was subtle, just some pink lipstick and mascara, maybe some blush that Tooru couldn’t notice.
“Hajime…” Tooru trailed off. He was at a loss for words, even though he had seen Hajime dressed like this countless times. Now, Tooru understood why Hajime was so excited about the nice weather: it was sundress season.
“Like it?” Hajime asked. He spun around on his heel with a smile. “I bought it last week.”
“Ah,” Tooru dumbly said, “I see.”
With a smirk, Hajime approached Tooru. He got very close, pressing their chests together, the heels hardly getting rid of their small height difference. Hajime’s lips brushed against Tooru’s ear as he whispered, “Cat got your tongue?”
Shivers ran through Tooru’s spine at Hajime’s tone: seductive, teasing. He knew what he was doing and Tooru felt like a fool for not realizing sooner. Hajime was always up to something when it came to this, and Tooru should’ve guessed that their date would be less than cutesy and innocent.
Hajime stepped back with a smile that didn’t fool Tooru for a second. He held his hand out for the brunette, which he accepted with a smirk. He could never hate Hajime for his antics; in fact, he loved them.
…
Tooru glared over at Hajime. The shorter man “innocently” sucked at his popsicle, barely containing the lewd slurps and hums he was making around the frozen confection.
Tooru was thankful they had found a rather secluded bench to sit at, no one around to hear or witness Hajime’s nasty display or see the not-so-hidden hardon Tooru was dealing with. Even though he had chosen to wear looser pants, Tooru just couldn’t hide it.
Hajime smirked around his popsicle. He held eye contact with Tooru as he deepthroated the purple treat, eyes crossing just a bit and a fowl moan slipping past Hajime’s lips.
Tooru was extremely thankful for the secludedness of the bench.
The second Hajime pulled off of the popsicle, rolling his tongue around the tip of it, Tooru snatched it away. He carelessly dropped it on the floor before hoisting Hajime up to his feet.
With the smirk of a spoiled brat getting exactly what he wants, Hajime allowed himself to be dragged through the park and into a small coffee shop. It was extremely crowded, the noise almost unbearable.
Perfect.
They walked to the bathroom as subtly as possible, even shooting smiles at anyone who looked at them with interest, but the second they were close to the bathroom, they raced inside.
The bathroom was completely empty (and amazingly clean), with three stalls. With only a little bit of guilt, the two raced into the closest stall, almost forgetting to lock the door before they were making out.
Hajime panted against Tooru’s lips, running his fingers through his lover’s hair, tugging on it to feel Tooru’s hips subconsciously rut against his thigh. “Daddy, I need you. I need your cock. I need your cum inside of me.”
Tooru grunted. He flipped Hajime around and scrunched up the fabric of Hajime’s sundress with a small smirk. Even though he wanted to press his boyfriend’s face against the stall to see his face all smushed, Tooru knew doing so would only make Hajime disgusted.
Holding his cock, Tooru slapped Hajime’s hole, but he didn’t push inside. Instead, he dug into his back pocket, taking a packet of lube that he always carried around… just in case.
“Always look so sexy for me,” Tooru whispered, “your ass looks so good. You’re so naughty for not wearing panties, walking around hoping for my cock. You want my cum to drip out of you? Roll down your leg so everyone knows what a whore you are?”
Hajime whimpered. He nodded his head rapidly. “Yes, yes, Daddy, I want everyone to know who I belong to.”
Tooru smirked. He held the packet between his teeth, ripping it quietly. Some lube leaked down his chin but he quickly collected it on his fingers. After getting three fingers nice and wet, Tooru pushed two inside of Hajime, knowing the shorter man liked the burn.
Hajime moaned softly. He pressed his mouth onto his palm to keep his moans down, knowing anyone could walk in any minute, and if they were perceptive, they would notice the two sets of legs.
Tooru moved his fingers in and out, watching Hajime’s tight hole clench around his fingers as if it didn’t want to let them go. He smirked at it even though he was quite used to it.
Not even twenty minutes later, Tooru had three fingers buried deep inside his boyfriend, his forehead pressed against his lover’s sweaty shoulder. He had pulled down the sleeves of Hajime’s dress, exposing more amazing skin.
“So needy for me,” Tooru whispered, “making a mess of my fingers.”
Hajime just moaned. He held the door as much as he could, fist wrapped tightly around the small coat hook. “Cock…” Hajime gasped, “need… your cock. Please, Daddy, please. Fuck me.”
“As you wish, whore.”
“Mmm,” Hajime hummed at the degrading nickname. He was such a slut for degradation.
Tooru slowly pulled his fingers out of Hajime, watching three strings of lube break apart. He finally pulled his cock out of his pants, the thick member twitching in relief. He pumped it for a few seconds before pressing it against Hajime’s hole.
“Yes, yes,” Hajime panted, arching his back, “fuck me.”
Just before Tooru could do as requested, the door opened up.
Tooru moved fast. He grabbed Hajime’s thighs and hoisted him up. He stopped backward to sit down on the toilet, thankful that it was one with a lid and a handle rather than a motion sensor.
The new man, thankfully, was just washing his hands or something, so the mood wasn’t too ruined.
Hajime was pressing both palms against his mouth, shaking in desperation to be fucked. It was almost unbearable to feel Tooru’s cock teasingly stroking his needy hole.
Tooru inhaled softly. He used all his strength to lift Hajime up and start slowly fucking him. They both held back their groans of pleasure and Hajime almost cried from how good he was feeling.
Unfortunately, Tooru wasn’t moving too fast, but to make up for it, he whispered into Hajime’s ear, “You’re so wet.”
It was true: Hajime’s cock was soaking wet, rock hard, and an angry red. He squeezed his eyes shut, a few tears escaping, but Tooru just licked them away. “Love it when you cry for my cock,” he whispered, the air conditioner, music, and sound of the sink (what the hell was this guy doing?) drowning out his words.
Tooru moved with slow rolls of his hips, occasionally unable to hold back from bucking up and causing a slap of skin. If it wasn’t for the constant noise of the coffee shop, they would’ve been caught.
After ten torturous minutes, the man outside left, and Tooru didn’t hesitate to start really fucking his boyfriend.
Hajime moaned into his hands, more tears racing down his face as his prostate was repeatedly battered. The angle was perfect, Tooru’s cock hitting all the right spots and feeling delicious with every drag.
Tooru’s arms were shaking from holding his boyfriend up, but he couldn’t have cared less. It was all worth it to feel Hajime’s tight walls around him.
“Gonna cum,” Tooru finally gasped. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his hips slapping against Hajime’s ass almost louder than the surrounding size. “I’ll fill you up nice and good, make you walk around with my cum dripping down your legs.”
Hajime nodded rapidly. That was exactly what he wanted. That was why he wore this dress; he knew what it would do to Tooru, who always got a little horny when he saw Hajime dolled up.
With a loud groan, Tooru spilled into Hajime, filling him with so much cum that it was already leaking out of him.
Just from the warm feeling of Tooru’s cum inside of him, Hajime came. His body was shaking from how powerful his orgasm was, and he couldn’t figure out if Tooru was also shaking or if he was just shaking that much.
“We’re gonna be out for a few more hours,” Tooru whispered, his smirk pressed against Hajime’s ear, “so don’t get too embarrassed when my cum is leaking all over the place.”