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The July sun was warm on Tooru’s skin as it filtered in through the car window. Rice fields and mountains blended together as they flew past while the car sped down the highway. He always enjoyed long car rides since having to travel for games in highschool. Being able to just listen to music and watch the scenery fly by always helped him relax before and after a match. Though that was only if his best friend in the seat next to him wasn’t fast asleep. Usually Tooru spent those long bus rides talking Hajime’s ear off about anything and everything, it helped his nerves. Hajime would mostly just listen - traveling always seemed to put him to sleep.
This road trip wasn’t like those though. For one, his best friend got over his habit of falling asleep in cars, which is fortunate since he is the one driving this time. Second, his best friend got over being his best friend, and now Tooru could boast that Hajime is his long-term boyfriend. Or his soulmate, or the love of his life, you get the picture. Tooru hasn’t been able to see his boyfriend since he recently moved back to Japan after finishing his graduate program in California. Hajime was offered a position as an athletic trainer for one of the V1 teams in Japan’s volleyball league. Tooru doesn’t remember which one. He doesn’t care really, he knows he probably can’t stand whoever’s on the team. It was a sore subject. Hajime moving back to Japan meant the two of them were once again on completely different sides of the world, and it sucked. It really sucked. Recently though, Tooru got lucky and had a few weeks of vacation from his own team in Argentina that overlapped with Hajime’s vacation weeks. To say he bought a first class ticket to Japan as fast as humanly possible when he found out would be an understatement.
So that takes them to now, speeding down the highway toward a beach resort with his boyfriend, where they’d meet up with Matsukawa and Hanamaki. It was going to be like a weird weeklong double date, full of drinking, swimming, and enjoying his lovely boyfriend’s company. Said boyfriend insisted on driving them, rather than taking the train, claiming it would be easier to carry all of Tooru’s luggage, the amount of which he claimed was “excessive”. Tooru suspects he actually just wanted to show off his brand new car he just bought since getting his first real job after graduation. He knew Hajime had been really excited to make such a big purchase, and it was a nice car. It still smelled new. He teased the other about it when he was picked up from the airport while he watched his boyfriend struggle to fit all of Tooru’s luggage in the vehicle . Tooru didn’t mind actually, he didn’t want to take the train, even if it might have been faster. It couldn’t beat being driven by his boyfriend and getting to stare at his face while he focuses on the road. He just thinks Hajime looks really hot while driving, all serious-like with his tense jaw and furrowed brows. He doesn’t actually care how they get there, he’s just happy to spend time with his boyfriend. So thankful to finally see him after many months apart. Thankful to hold him and kiss him and laugh at him and-
Actually he's showing his thanks now, very enthusiastically actually as he's leaning over the console to suck Hajime’s dick. That was a bit shameless, but his mind’s a bit too cloudy to spin poetry about the cock in his mouth. Hajime seems to be enjoying it too, letting out a little groan as Tooru licks a strip up his length. A calloused hand tangles itself into Tooru’s hair, a feeling he’ll never grow tired of, and pushes lightly, urging him to keep going. He takes the hint and wraps his lips around the tip, slowly bobbing his head down, then back up, moaning as he feels the cock against the walls of his throat. His hand wraps around its base, lazily pumping what he cant fit in his mouth. He’s very grateful to whatever god had blessed Hajime with his impressive size, he just wishes that same god had blessed him with a mouth big enough to take the whole thing. He can under the right circumstances, though! When Hajime pushes him to his knees and grabs his hair as he mercilessly fucks into Tooru’s mouth, he can handle himself just fine. It's harder, though, when he’s bent uncomfortably over the console with the gearstick digging into his side. His inner lamenting was interupted when Hajime mutters a quick “Fuck” and tightens his grip on Tooru’s locks. It would be really hot if it wasn’t followed up by the car jerking to the right, lurching Tooru forward and almost slamming his head into the driver’s side door.
“Iwa-chan, keep your eyes on the road,” Tooru teasingly scolds as he lifts his head off Hajime’s cock to look up at him. Hajime’s eyes are glazed over and his face is red. He’s breathing heavily and something akin to anger or annoyance flashes across his eyes as Tooru’s words reach his ears. His brows furrow and mouth falls into a scowl as Tooru smirks below him. Getting Hajime riled up was one of his favorite hobbies, right next to sucking him off.
“Shut up. You’re the one who begged to do this,” Hajime responds after a beat. Tooru let out a dramatic gasp.
“I did NOT! You wouldn’t stop rubbing my thigh and flirting with me since you picked me up from the airport! What was I supposed to do, just sit there and take it?” Tooru retorts, though he continued to slowly pump the thick length in his hand.
“You could’ve if you weren’t so desperate,” Hajime throws back, unable to contain his smirk. Tooru gasps dramatically again, ready to argue but Hajime cuts him off with a quick “Shut up” and a firm push to the back of his head.
Tooru accepts his loss here, but vows his revenge as he quickly engulfs as much of Hajime’s length as he could and rapidly bobs his head while sucking in his cheeks. He twists his wrist as he picks up the pace, causing Hajime to buck his hips involuntarily. Tooru hums around the length in his mouth and continues his work as his boyfriend let out more low groans and quiet curses. He didn’t expect to feel the hand squeezing his hair to loosen and slowly drift to his neck and travel down his body. The hand doesn’t stop until it wriggles under his athletic shorts and squeezes his ass. Tooru lets out a quiet moan and arches his back to give Hajime better access. So maybe he IS a bit desperate but who can blame him? He had waited months to be with his boyfriend, how much longer was he expected to wait to devour him? When the hand on his ass starts to travel lower and tease a finger between his cheeks, Tooru has to lift his head and let out a gasp. Hajime chuckles and triumphantly squeezes the ass he currently has a handful of again. He opens his mouth to tease the responsive man in his lap but is quickly interrupted by a breathy voice.
“Iwa, maybe we should pull over,” Tooru suggests. His voice falls to a whisper: “Please,” He feels Hajime shiver as his breath ghosts over the tip of his cock that was still so close to his warm mouth it was in just a moment ago. He looks up at the other man through his long lashes, giving his boyfriend the best puppy dog eyes he can manage. Hajime’s blush deepens. His eyes flick from Tooru’s to the road and then to his phone set up with navigation on the dashboard.
“No...we’re only 40 minutes away, and Matsukawa and Hanamaki are already there waiting for us. They beat us there since your flight was late,” Hajime states. Tooru pouts and nuzzles his face against his boyfriend’s hard stomach.
“Babe pleeeaassee,” he begs, then his voice once again lowers to a whisper. “I need it.” Hajime’s breath hitches at the pet name and Tooru smirks against his stomach. They had been separated too long and it made Hajime more susceptible to his games. Tooru is planning on using all his little tricks to get what he wants out of his lover. Tooru lifts his head and crawls up to rest his arms against the console. He leans forward and kisses and nuzzles into Hajime’s neck. Hajime suddenly appears extremely focused on the road, though his other hand still carefully explores Tooru’s back. That's okay, he decides to allow his boyfriend a moment to come up with his unsound reasoning as to why they shouldn’t pull over to catch up on months and months of separation.
“You don't need it,” He finally responds. Tooru whines against the others neck but was quickly cut off before he could issue a formal complaint. “And we don't have any lube with us anyway,” Hajime argues, almost sounding a little disappointed. Tooru smiles and leans back into his seat, causing the hand resting on his lower back to retreat reluctantly.
“Wrong! I have some in my bag,” Tooru announces as he reaches down to the floor in front of his seat to fiddle with his carry-on bag. He pulls a small tube from one of the pockets and triumphantly hands it to his driver. Hajime looks at it and rolls his eyes when he spots that the lube his boyfriend handed him is watermelon flavored, for some reason.
“Oh my god, Kawa. Were you planning this?!” Hajime accuses. Tooru lets out a huff through his nose.
“Was I planning on having sex with my incredibly hot boyfriend who I haven’t seen in several months? Yes?? Kind of?? Weren’t you?!” Tooru yells back. He doesn’t really believe his boyfriend wasn’t planning on it. Of course Hajime is going to make sure he’s well taken care of, and knowing him he probably has some big romantic plan to bed Tooru after months apart when they arrive at the beach. Something tacky and sweet enough to melt Tooru’s heart that includes rose petals, probably, maybe....he could fantasize.
Honestly, Tooru just wanted to make his boyfriend feel a little stupid that he didn’t anticipate this turn of events, he should know how needy Tooru gets. He watches Hajime’s face flush as the accusation leaves his mouth. Hes not embarrassed about discussing their sex life, but Tooru knows that complimenting the other, even in a rude, indirect way, always gets a reaction out of his partner. Hajime’s face quickly falls back into a scowl, deathly serious, and Tooru continues to stare.
He really is hot, and handsome, and even pretty. The slight redness still resting on Hajime’s cheeks is only the second most beautiful color Tooru has ever seen, the first being his deep green eyes that still looked glazed over. Hajime’s bliss was beautiful, but he really loved seeing those shining eyes fierce and bright, focused and intense as he hovers over Tooru and pounds into him. Sometimes that intense glare was too much and Tooru would avert his gaze, only to have it forced back by thick fingers on his jaw and a command in his ears: “Look me in the eyes while I fuck you”. He’d be forced to stare into their brilliance as the man over him whispers lovely filthy things only Tooru would ever hear. His thoughts continue to drift as his own eyes do so over his boyfriend’s profile. He admires the others thick black lashes that flutter as he blinks and the tan skin they momentarily rested on that seems to glow from the sun. His eyes are drawn to movement when a thick brow lowers, a telltale sign that Hajime was thinking hard about something. He’s smart, too, Tooru’s dumb brain supplies. A short “tch” noise immediately draws Tooru’s eyes to the other man’s lips as they form around the sound. How he wishes those lips were against his neck, or mouth, or any other part of his body. He knows they’re surprisingly soft and have the ability to completely take the younger man apart, leaving him a delirious mess just from a few perfect kisses. He’s not even being dramatic. He’s not being dramatic as he lets out the quietest groan when those lips open and begin to speak. Hajime’s low, gravelly voice spills out and surrounds Tooru with memories of whispers and growls from the past. Unwavering demands and words of praise and adoration that always left Tooru feeling like putty in the others hands, leaving him with the ability to mend him into whatever he pleases. And speaking of those hands he was raising one, the other tightly gripping the wheel as Hajime continued to speak. He watches the big, rough hand that was currently holding the clear bottle Tooru handed him earlier, imagining it-
“OW!” Tooru screeched reflexively as the bottle he had been mostly ignoring hit him square in the forehead. Hajime noticeably jumps at the loud scream. “IWA WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?”
“What?! Why are you being so dramatic it couldn’t have hurt that bad!” Hajime turns his attention back to the road and attempts to put his cock back into his underwear, the blowjob from earlier long abandoned. He looks back to Tooru, who is staring at him, completely lost as to why his boyfriend just whacked him in the forehead with his bottle of lube. Hajime scoffs and reaches his hand out to playfully push Tooru’s face, trying to wipe the dumb look off his face. “Oi Dummykawa, were you even listening?”
Tooru pushes his hand back and pouts.
“Don’t call me that... and no, I guess I wasn’t!" Tooru lies. "Sorry Iwa-chan its so hard to pay attention to all the dumb shit that comes out of your mouth!”
Hajime rolls his eyes and lets them trail up and down his boyfriend’s body before smirking knowingly and turning his head back to the road. Tooru curses under his breath, he really can’t hide anything from that guy. He was about to keep going with the insults when Hajime's voice interrupts him, though this time it was dropped an octave or two.
“What I SAID, baby,” Tooru shivers at that and feels like his shorts suddenly get tighter. “Was for you to start preparing yourself, while I drive us to the next exit.”
Tooru stiffens and his breath catches in his throat from hearing the commanding tone from his boyfriend’s mouth. He feels himself harden as he realizes that not only is the man in the drivers seat going to take up his offer to fuck him on the side of the road, but that he’s going to be a little mean about it too. Tooru scrambles to grab the lube that had probably left a mark on his forehead off the ground where it had landed. As he held the bottle in his hand, he found himself faced with a choice his boyfriend had left unsaid. Is he going to be good and comply with the demands he was given, or is he going to force Hajime to break him? The answer is almost always the same.
“Wow Iwa-chan, you’re really going to make your lovely boyfriend finger himself while you just drive and listen to him?” Tooru asks. “That's not very romantic.” Hajime shrugs. He SHRUGGED at that.
“You’re the one who wants to get fucked so bad. YOU can do all the work,” Hajime states simply as he continues to stare out onto the road. He takes a moment to glance at his phone, checking the navigation. “Next exit is in about 10 minutes so I suggest you hurry up, sweetheart,” He teases with a smile. “Also, I think this goes without saying, but try not to make a mess in my new car, yeah?”
Hajime was being so MEAN. Tooru turns red and moves back to settle into his seat, not sure if he’s more offended or turned on. It isn’t fair that he’s using that tone that makes Tooru shiver and pet names that make him want to lean back over the console and shove that thick cock back into his mouth to show his appreciation. Isn’t that how this started? With Tooru calling the shots? Now he’s already a blushing mess, following whatever orders are thrown at him. He hooks his thumbs around his shorts and underwear, pulling them down together and discarding them on the floor. He notices Hajime glancing at him from the corner of his eye, admiring how his hard cock rests against his clothed stomach, already leaking precum onto his clean shirt. His eyes look dark and hungry, and Tooru lets his mind wander for a moment, imagining what the other man plans to do once they pull over.
Tooru pulls his legs up onto the seat and rests his knees against his chest. He pops open the lube he still had in his hand and slowly pours the watermelon flavored substance onto two of his fingers. Slowly, he spreads his legs and lets his back slide down his seat to give himself better access to his entrance. He’s not sure if Hajime is still watching, but just in case, Tooru lets his hand travel down his body at an agonizingly slow pace. He lets out quiet gasps as his fingers ghost over his abs, imagining it's someone else’s hand teasing him. His fingers drift down the trail of hair below his navel but purposely avoids his hard cock as his hand makes its way between his legs. Despite what the slow start suggests, this is strictly for Tooru to prepare himself for whatever his boyfriend wants to do to him when they stop, not for pleasure. Though if pleasure does come from the experience, that’s just a bonus. The man dips his first slick finger between his asscheeks and lightly rubs against the hole. He lets out a gasp and his body jerks before he quickly teases his hole again and pushes the very tip of his finger past the ring of muscle. He continues to push the finger deeper until his knuckle meets his slick rim, whimpering the entire time. It really isn’t a tight fit, it’s not as if he hasn’t done this in a while. In fact it probably hasn’t even been a whole 24 hours since he’d done this last. But it's been a much longer time since his boyfriend’s actually seen him do this, so sue him for wanting to put on a little show for his beloved. Speaking of which, Tooru decides to sneak a glance at the man currently driving them.
Hajime seems to be quickly flicking his eyes between the road and Tooru’s lewd display. He’s breathing heavily, though it’s controlled, and his face is set in a deep scowl that makes Tooru’s heart melt. He lets his eyes travel down to the other man’s lap to get a better idea of how much this was affecting him. Tooru smirks a little as he sees that while Hajime was successful in getting his boxers back on, his pants remain unzipped and open, allowing the other a nice view of the bulge in his underwear. Tooru licks his lips, thinking about what was beneath the fabric and slowly adds his second lubed finger into his slick hole, letting out a high pitched whine as he did so. He sees Hajime shift and quickly flicks his eyes back up to the other’s face, which is almost completely turned to Tooru now.
His eyes look dark but focused and his brows remain angled down in a deep scowl. Those intense eyes bare into Tooru’s glassy ones, sending an almost telepathic warning to tone it down. A small voice in the back of Tooru’s head wishes that Hajime would look at the road instead. Though mainly, Tooru’s brain thinks about the face in front of him, his beautiful eyes, his pretty, straight nose, and a mouth with lips stretched thin into a deep frown. In that moment he wants nothing more than to kiss that mouth until the frown turns into a smile and kisses him back everywhere the other man can reach. None of that happens though, as their eye contact realistically lasts only a second before Hajime’s head is turned back, fully focusing on the road. Tooru realizes he caught himself slipping and scissors the fingers still plunged into his ass, letting out a quick but loud moan as he did so.
“No need to put on a performance. We’ll be at the exit soon and I'd rather not end up being any later than we’re already gonna be,” Hajime chides. Oh, Tooru is going to perform harder.
He lifts his feet to rest on the dashboard to allow himself a better angle and he starts to finger fuck himself. He pulls his fingers out and thrusts them back in roughly, letting out a loud moan. It’s only two, and his fingers have always been thinner than Hajime’s, but he’s going to act as if Eros himself is preparing his ass. Because he’s annoying and Hajime isn’t being very nice. Tooru continues thrusting and lets out a loud and breathy moan as he adds another finger to his wet hole and spreads them. He hears Hajime let out a groan that’s half annoyed, half turned on.
“Don’t spoil yourself, babe,” Hajime saids lowly. Tooru tries to hide his gasp behind a quick laugh.
“Aw, Iwa-chan’s worried about me! I’m sure you’ll do an adequate job whenever we stop, I’m just trying to feel good now in case you get nervous and can't perform!” Tooru teases and immediately looks to Hajime to gage his reaction.
He sees his boyfriend tense at the nickname, he never likes Tooru getting away with using it when he’s trying to take charge. He doesn’t say anything about it though, assuming he doesn’t yet have the control in this situation. (A total lie, Tooru knows, he’ll do anything the other told him to if he looks him in the eyes and uses that low voice again.) Something Tooru didn’t expect, though, is the small smile that spreads on Hajime’s face as he keeps his eyes glued to the road.
“Well I sure would like if you just shut the fuck up, Shittykawa!” Hajime says, not moving his eyes an inch off the road in front of him and sporting a big, condescending smile. Now that kind of actually pissed Tooru off. He barely tolerates that nickname normally, much less when they’re trying to have sex, and Hajime knew that. Reflexively, he opens his lips in an offended gasp, but his breath catches in his throat as two thick fingers invade his mouth.
“Gotcha~” Hajime cooes, his smile now just a slight smirk. He begins to speak again, his calm, slow voice a total contrast to the one he was using just moments before. “We’re almost there, so why don’t you be a good boy and suck on my fingers while you open yourself up for me, okay?” He starts pushing his fingers further in and presses on Tooru’s tongue while his other hand stays on the steering wheel.
Tooru is taken aback for a moment, surprised by the unexpected turn and mind still swimming in Hajime’s rich voice and sweet words. He decides that maybe he could be good for a bit, he wants to, so he sucks and licks at the fingers in his mouth while the ones in his ass continue to spread and thrust in and out. His honest whimpers and moans are muffled by the fingers he’s desperately sucking on. Hajime’s thumb softly caresses his cheek, silently praising him. This continues on for a bit, allowing the man driving to focus again while Tooru continues to drown in pleasure. He’s three fingers deep in his ass and is slightly choking on the three in his mouth that continue to push on his tongue, forcing drool to slip out from between his lips. He thinks he’s ready enough by now and is desperate to get Hajime inside him. He feels delirious with how badly he wants the other man to touch him. His cock is hard and red between his legs, still leaking against his shirt, probably leaving a stain. Tooru moves his hand to his lap to relieve the pressure building up in his dick as he continues to thrust into himself. Hajime shoves his fingers particularly hard at seeing that, causing Tooru to let out a surprised noise and momentarily stop himself.
“Don’t touch yourself,” Hajime commands. Tooru whines desperately on his fingers and thrusts his hips, trying to get some kind of friction or relief. At this point he can barely take it, he’s so hot and desperate and the fingers of the man he wants to touch him won’t leave his mouth. He continues to desperately wriggle in the passenger seat, and lifts his shirt up above his chest to cool off a bit. His unoccupied hand travels up to his chest to pinch and pull at his nipples before the other man can stop him. He gasps and attempts to let out a high pitched “please” around the fingers still shoved into his mouth. At that moment though, Hajime drives over something, and the car jerks up then down, causing Tooru to bite down on the thick fingers.
“OW! FUCK, DUMBASS!” Hajime cursed, pulling his hand out of Tooru’s mouth. Tooru hadn’t meant to do that, and he knows Hajime didn’t mean to call him a dumbass because his hand immediately goes back to caress the other’s cheek in a silent apology. Tooru is a bit thankful for the accident though, since his empty mouth gives him the perfect opportunity to beg.
“Hajime“ Tooru gasps as he leans into the hand on his cheek. The other man groans at hearing his given name and his eyes flick over quickly to the source of the noise. “Hajime please please please please touch me. Please, I need it,” He begs. Hajime growls and his hand quickly moves from Tooru’s cheek to wrap loosely around his neck. His breath hitches and he stills as he feels the fingers on his neck slightly tighten, waiting to see how far Hajime would go with this. Desperate tears prick behind his eyes as he feels the thumb against his throat squeeze then pull back, momentarily blocking his airflow before releasing it. He silently does this two more times, testing the waters while Tooru feels like he’s going to cry wishing they were stopped already so Hajime can push him down and choke him properly. As soon as he thinks it, the hand removes itself, causing Tooru to release the breath he didn’t know he was holding in a pained whimper.
“I guess you have been pretty good...” Hajime trails off as his hand travels down to Tooru’s chest. Tooru nearly lets out a sob as he sees they’re finally exiting the highway onto a small road that leads off into some trees. His attention is drawn back to the hand exploring his body when he feels it wrap around his wrist and pull out the hand that was stretching his rim. Tooru whines at the sudden emptiness but is relieved he’s finished since his wrist is really starting to hurt. He sighs and wipes the lube off on his thigh, his mind too far gone to care about the mess. His eyes widen as he feels the foreign hand between his legs start to rub its rough fingers against his dripping hole. Tooru covers his mouth to block the loud moan that leaves his throat as two of Hajime’s fingertips easily slip past his rim.
“Feels like you did a good job preparing yourself, baby,” Hajime states as he slows down the car and pushes his fingers deeper. He chuckles as Tooru squeaks out a “thank you”. Tooru lets out a sob as the fingers are just as quickly removed. Hajime wipes them clean on Tooru’s other thigh, and moves to pet his hair, to which the other immediately leans into. “Don’t worry sweetheart, Im gonna fuck you stupid,” He says with a smile.
“Are you gonna be mean?” Tooru whispers as he nuzzles his face into the hand against his face, giving it small kisses as he did.
“Yes, because you’re making us late. Our friends would probably appreciate you facing some repercussions for that,” He responds cheerfully. His voice then lowers to a whisper. “If that's okay?” He asks, momentarily unsure. Tooru quickly nods his head and mutters a “yes” into his hand.
Hajime pats his face as he pulls them off the quiet street onto a long forgotten dirt road that goes off into the forest. He doesn’t drive for long before pulling over and stopping the car, knowing they’ll both get a little nervous if he ventures too far into the thick forest. As soon as he puts the car in park Tooru leans over the console to wrap his arms around his boyfriend's neck and leave wet, sloppy kisses all over his throat, jaw and cheeks. Hajime’s hand slips around his waist to settle on his lower back while he leans forward to adjust the seat. He struggles for a moment, his movement limited as Tooru refuses to stop the onslaught of kisses, trying to reach the lips that Hajime kept just out of his grasp. He soon finds the lever he was looking for and the driver's seat along with the man in it quickly rushes backwards, creating more space.
Tooru barely leaves time for Hajime to sit back up before he’s crawling over the console to sit in other man’s lap and crashes their lips together in a desperate kiss. Hajime’s hands rushed to grip the others hips and pull him closer to deepen the kiss. Tooru’s arms wrap back around the other’s neck as he tilts his head and opens his mouth, allowing Hajime’s tongue to enter and tangle with his own. His hands continue to wander around Tooru’s body, causing the taller man to sigh with relief from finally being touched and held by those big rough hands he’s been craving. The hands make their way back to his hips, and push him down to grind Tooru’s bare ass against the erection that has been straining Hajime’s boxers for a long time now. Tooru breaks the kiss to let out a loud, open mouthed moan, and his boyfriend takes the opportunity to grip his hair and pull to bare his neck. The hand readjusts and tightens its grip in Tooru’s brown locks as Hajime leans in to bite and suck his neck, leaving dark marks on the skin. Tooru continues to grind on Hajime’s lap, letting out a stream of desperate whimpers and grabbing onto whatever part of his boyfriend that he can reach.
“You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you baby?” Hajime growls against his throat. Tooru gasps and nods quickly, pushing his chest flush against the man’s underneath him, trying to get closer. He loves when his boyfriend starts talking filth during sex. Hearing it through the phone or a video call when they’re apart will never compare to how it sounds when it’s growled against his neck or whispered into his ear. As his mind drifts to that, Hajime leaves a kiss and sucks a mark right under Tooru’s earlobe before lifting his chin and resting his lips against him. He lets out a breath as he reaches his hand down to grab the ass of the man in his lap. Tooru feels his breath against his ear as Hajime dips his fingertips between his cheeks to rub at his loose hole, still slick with lube from earlier. “Such a slut, you couldn’t even keep it in your pants for a few hours huh?” He punctuates the question with a quick slap to his ass before grabbing it again.
“AH! Fuck, Iwa...” Tooru exclaimes in a moan as he buries his hands in Hajime’s hair and pulls, needing something to ground him. Hajime lets out a growl and forcefully pulls the younger man’s hips closer to him. He wraps a hand around the other’s neck, much tighter than earlier now that he doesn’t have to reach across the car.
“Use my name,” Hajime growls as he squeezes his hand around his boyfriend’s neck. Tooru feels his rough fingers press against all the fresh marks just put there. Tears build up behind his eyes again as the pain mixes with pleasure and he struggles to breathe. He feels a little lightheaded as he looks into the eyes of the man beneath him who is patiently waiting for Tooru to address him correctly. He sucks in a shaky breath, unable to let most of the air pass through his compressed throat. Hajime licks his lips and his eyes glaze over as he watches Tooru struggle and come apart.
“Hajime….” Tooru whispers. He lowers his hands from his hair to cup his face and look at him, really look at him for the first time since kissing him at the airport. It feels like his boyfriend grows into himself more every time they meet again, his jaw sharp and set under Tooru’s long calloused fingers. His face is straight, serious, but his eyes are bright and smiling as he hears his name fall from the setter’s lips. Tooru once again admires those beautiful eyes and the thick lashes that curtain over them, happy to finally be close enough to stare into them. Only this close could you tell that the man’s dark eyes were actually a brilliant green, or at least that's the lie Tooru told them both so he could get close enough to feel Hajime’s breath against his lips when they were still dancing around each other in highschool. Now it's just a habit. Said eyes now gleam, and the corner of his mouth tilts up as Tooru assumes some dirty thought passed through his mind. He lets a shaky breath out through his nose and smiles as he caresses Hajime’s cheeks with his thumbs, “....you’re so beautiful,” He leans forward to place a chaste kiss against the other’s lips.
“T-tooru what—“ Hajime stutters as he quickly removes the hand wrapped around the man’s neck. Tooru takes a deep breath that turns into a slight moan from the pleasure the relief brings him. “You okay, baby?” He moves his hand up from the other’s ass to rub his back in comforting circles. Tooru grins from hearing the nickname and how concerned his boyfriend got about him. He giggles and pushes the hand on his back down to his ass again, his mind less clouded now that enough oxygen is getting to his brain.
“Yeah yeah I’m fine babe,” He grinds his hips into Hajime’s lap and leans his head down to kiss and nuzzle his neck. “Please don’t stop, I just love you,” He whines. Hajime groans and leans back into his seat, his scowl back and deeper than ever.
“Goddammit, you dumbass,” He said as he rubs the other’s bare thigh. “I love you too,” Tooru laughs against his neck and sits back up to look at his boyfriend, who doesn’t look amused at all.
“Im sorry! Im sorry! I didn’t mean to ruin your little scene!” Tooru apologizes, putting his hands up defensively. Hajime grabs both his thighs tightly and leans up until his lips are right against the other’s ear.
“Just get me the lube before I go soft and turn this car around,” He growls in Tooru’s ear before falling back against his seat. Tooru quickly turns and reaches across the console to grab the tube that he left in the passenger’s seat. Hajime takes the opportunity to caress the back of his thighs and recline the driver’s seat. Tooru successfully retrieves the lube and moves back to hover over Hajime, not fully sitting down so the other man can continue to pet his thighs. He lets out a groan as Hajime’s hands travel up his hips and pushes his shirt back up so that Tooru’s chest is exposed. His hands run up and down the setter’s body, admiring it from his new lower angle. “So pretty baby, can’t wait to see you split open on my cock.”
Tooru moans from the promise and preens at the compliment. All silliness from the previous moment is gone and Tooru is suddenly acutely aware of how empty feels.
“Now, why don't you do me a favor sweetheart and get my dick all wet for you?” Hajime suggests. Tooru nods quickly and lowers himself so he’s sitting on Hajime’s spread thighs, right in front of the bulge in his boxers he’s been craving for so long. He hooks his fingers around the waistband and yanks it down, letting the heavy cock bob out. Hajime rubs Tooru’s thighs as he admires it, wrapping his hand around the thick length. If he had more time, and wasn’t desperate to sit on this cock and let Hajime fuck his brains out he’d spend an hour on his knees just nuzzling and sucking his dick and balls. He thinks longingly about times he’s been slapped in the face or throat fucked with Hajime’s fat cock. He reminds himself there will be a lot of time for that this week at the beach. Back in the moment, he spits onto it from his sitting position, letting Hajime watch the saliva slowly make its way from his pink lips to the dark tip. He knows Hajime is annoyed with how long he’s taking, but won’t complain if he’s being sexy about it. Tooru pops open the lid of the tube in his hand and pours a generous amount onto his hard member. Feeling more impatient, he wraps his hand back around the length and pumps it. spreading the lube until it seems fully coated. He pulls his hand back and, remembering this specific lube is watermelon flavored, licks the excess off his fingers while locking eyes with Hajime, who wore an unamused mask. His hands move to Tooru’s hips and begin to guide him up to a kneeling position.
“Now listen up angel, you’re gonna be a good boy and ride my cock real nice until i cum, then we’re getting back on the road to continue driving without any interruptions. Understand?” Hajime asks rhetorically. Tooru shivers and feels his cock twitch at the insinuation his boyfriend might not let him cum. He nods quickly.
“Yes," he confirms as he grabs Hajime’s cock and positions it below his desperate hole. The man under him hums in approval as he rests his hands on the others thighs, looking almost bored as he watches. Tooru swipes the head against his hole a few times, gasping as he feels it brush past his rim. He then stills and finally begins to sink down onto the head. His mind goes blank as Hajime finally enters him, the pain and pleasure mixing together deliciously. He slowly lowers himself onto the thick cock, not used to its size after so long apart. Of course he used his fingers and toys while they were separated, but Tooru is always left surprised and overwhelmed with how different and intense it feels to have the real thing inside him. He whines and moans as he slowly inches his way down the staff, Hajime’s only help being a guiding hand on his hip. Tooru knows Hajime isn’t going to thrust up to assist him with fitting the whole thing in (he’s being mean, remember?) but he still expects him to bottom out.
“Fuck, fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” Hajime groans. Tooru fists his hands into Hajime’s shirt as he finally reaches the base. He feels so full and his rim is stretched so painfully that he feels tears prick at the corner of his eyes for the third time today. “Good boy...good boy. Fuck, sweetheart, you take my cock so well,” Hajime punctuates his point by slightly guiding Tooru up his cock a little, then thrusting it back in completely, his balls slapping hard against the others ass. “See? It’s like you were made for it. Now be a good boy and ride my cock for me, okay?”
Tooru nods and places his hands on the other’s shoulders as he slowly lifts himself up until only the head of Hajime’s cock is left inside him. He quickly slams back down, letting out a loud moan as he feels the member stretch his rim again, the pleasure far outweighing the pain this time. He sets a slow pace, his body still adjusting to the size he hasn’t felt in months. His mouth falls open to let out a continuous stream of breathy moans while the pleasure spreads through his body. His boyfriend beneath him groans and grabs his ass again, spreading his cheeks apart to help Tooru get his cock deeper. Hajime starts to thrust up, meeting Tooru’s hips as he rides him. Tooru moans loudly as the other slams into him. Hajime smirks and continues fucking him, picking up the pace a little. After a particularly hard thrust he slaps the ass his hand was holding, surprising Tooru and causing him to let out a scream that he quickly muffles with his own hand, not expecting the noise to be that loud.
“You like that baby? You’re doing so good, taking cock like a good little whore,” Hajime groans.
He grabs the wrist of the hand Tooru currently has over his mouth and pulls it back hard, not only taking it away but also causing Tooru to fall forward onto Hajimes chest. Hajime grabs his ass and spreads it again, thrusting into his heat before slowly grinding against him, leaving his cock buried inside Tooru’s ass. “Don’t cover your mouth. I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make,” Hajime growls lowly into his ear. His hand reaches back behind Tooru and his fingers travel around the area they were connected. He lightly rubs his fingers against the other man’s sensitive rim, feeling their connection and he continues to grind into him. Tooru whimpers and nods as he continues to grind too. He feels like he could die and go to heaven right now, he missed this so much. His body feels light with pleasure as Hajime fucks him well and uses that sexy, deep voice on him. He’ll do anything that voice told him, he thinks, as Hajime pulls out slightly, then slams in again.
“Ha-Hajime fuck!” Tooru exclaims, fisting the fabric beneath his hands. He realizes then that Hajime still has all his clothes on, while Tooru is almost completely naked. “H-hey take this off,” He demands, pushing up the shirt as he continues to grind on the cock buried inside him.
“Ugh, we’re taking long enough, Tooru…” Hajime mumbles. He blushes and averts his eyes the moment he says it, knowing he probably didn’t choose the best words. Tooru huffs and pushes his shirt up anyway.
“Just indulge me,” Tooru demands. Hajime rolls his eyes and sits up to pull off his shirt.
“I..what is all this if not indulging you?” Hajime asks as he throws aside the shirt and leans back down. His hands quickly go back to Tooru’s hips and continue to guide the younger man as he rides him.
“Shut up,” Tooru whispers, not interested in arguing anymore as he fixates on the now exposed upper body below him. He rolls his hips into Hajime’s lap as he runs his hands up his abs and spreads his fingers over his pecs. He whimpers through a smile as he moves his hands to rest on his large biceps and rub small circles into them with his thumbs. “Wow, Hajime, have you been working out?” Tooru teases. Hajime stares back at him with an unamused expression. He silently sits up so his mouth is back against Tooru’s neck, causing the other to smile and gasp lightly as he feels the muscles flex under his fingers.
“Why don’t you just shut up and ride me nice and good so I can get off?” Hajime growls before leaning back again to watch Tooru get to work.
“Ah haha.. yes, sir,” Tooru moans teasingly as he leans back and props his hands on Hajime’s knees behind him. He arches his back as he starts to bounce on the hard cock still buried inside him. He lets out a continuous string of moans and gasps as rides his boyfriend, clenching his ass as he lifts himself and rolling his hips on the way back down. He shivers as Hajime’s hands start to explore his body, rubbing up his thighs to his chest to pinch at and twist his sensitive nipples. “Ah! Fuck, Hajime mmm...” Tooru whimpers as Hajime continues his ministrations.
“Yea, baby? That’s much better, you’re doing so good,” Hajime cooes. Tooru moans loudly and shivers from the praise. He grips tightly at the fabric covering the knees his hands are resting on. He moves faster as heat spreads through his body and he grows more desperate.
“More, more please. Hajime, fuck me please,” Tooru begs. Hajime chuckles and reaches down to grab and knead Tooru’s ass.
“So desperate for it, fuck,” Hajime groans and thrusts up into his tight heat. Tooru lets out a scream and arches his back as Hajime’s cock perfectly hits that spot that made him see stars.
“There, there right there please, please harder,” he whines. Hajime moans and continues to fuck into the same spot while Tooru moves his hips to meet his thrusts. His mind is blank, his only goal to chase the pleasure the other man is giving him. His cock is painfully hard at this point, and he reaches down to relieve the pressure. The relief never came though, since Tooru is rudely interrupted as Hajime’s phone starts to ring behind him. The man under him looks behind Tooru to check who’s calling, his cellphone still propped up on the dash from being used for navigation. Tooru almost sobs when Hajime stops moving. “Iwa- Haji- fuck please dont stop,” He begs as he desperately grinds his hips.
“Will you grab that for me baby?” Hajime asks nonchalantly. "It's our friends,"
“W-what? Are you serious? Just let it go to voicemail tell them you’re driving please please I’m so close,” Tooru argues, his thighs shaking.
“That would be rude, we’re already late. Plus they know you’re in the car with me so they’ll think we’re ignoring them,”
“You keep talking about how we’re taking too long!” Tooru exclaims.
Hajime chuckles. “Just indulge me,” He responds, using Toorus words from earlier against him. Tooru groans as he realizes this is revenge. He looks down at Hajime’s serious face and understands he isn’t going to let up as he slaps Tooru’s ass. “Get. It.” He demands through his teeth. Tooru lets out a breath, trying to keep a level head as he quickly leans back and rips the phone off the holder. He hurriedly hands it to Hajime before it stops ringing with a huff. Hajime takes it gratefully and flashes Tooru a condescending smile as thanks. He lifts the phone to his ear and hits the button to answer it.
“Hey Makki, what’s up?” He answers the ringing as he lovingly rubs circles into Tooru’s thigh with his other hand. Tooru huffs and pouts, greatly offended that Hajime is actually doing this to him. Sure he was being annoying and forced his boyfriend to drive onto some abandoned road to fuck him because he couldnt wait...but he didn’t deserve this torture. In the silence of the car he can hear Takahiro’s voice through the cell phone.
“Hey Haji where the hell are y’all? I think the staff at this resort is starting to think me and Issei are actually gay lovers having a romantic weekend getaway, instead of four bros having a guy’s week. And also happen to be in gay loving relationships with each other. Like, you’re embarrassing us,” Takahiro’s voice complains through the speaker. Before he answers, Hajime’s eyes slowly move back to look into Tooru’s and he squeezes his thigh.
“Hey. Don’t stop on my account,” Hajime drawls. He says it casually, but his eyes shine with the insinuation of a demand. To ensure Tooru gets the right idea he thrusts his hips roughly into him. Tooru slaps his hands to his mouth to stop the resulting moan from leaving his throat as he throws his head back. Hajime smirks and places a finger to his lips, signaling Tooru to be quiet, as if he needs the reminder.
“What? Okay you masochist, I can get Issei on the phone to humiliate you some more for dropping the ball,” Takahiro responds to the demand that wasn’t meant for him. Tooru scoffs at the accusation of masochism against his boyfriend, sadist is more like it. Hajime is still looking at him expectantly, raising an eyebrow. Tooru reaches his arm up to grip the handle above the driver’s door to use to slowly lift himself up. He holds in a groan as he sinks back down onto Hajime’s thick, throbbing cock. The man below him gets a triumphant smile on his face as he squeezes Tooru’s ass and answers his friend.
“Hey it wasn’t me! Tooru got thirsty and demanded we pull over so he could get a soda. Blame him and his lack of self control!” Hajime argues. Tooru stiffens, thinking for a moment he’s about to tell them the truth. His face scrunches angrily as he looks down at his mean, awful boyfriend. In response, Hajime starts to grind up, slowly matching Tooru’s movement. He covers his mouth again, swallowing his moans and feeling frustrated tears fill his eyes. He spots Hajime bite his lip upon seeing that. Christ, he really is a sadist.
“What? What is he talking about? Give me that,” Issei’s voice is heard through the speaker.
“No no I’m just gonna put it on speaker.”
“Kay.”
“Okay tell him what you want.”
Hajime’s nose scrunches at hearing the stupid argument through the phone, then they hear Issei again, clearer this time.
“You’re so fucking whipped dude. You could say no, you know? Like you could just for once in your life tell Oikawa Tooru the words “no” and mean it,” Hajime’s face loses all expression from the shock of being attacked and Tooru lets out a laugh.
“No he can’t ~” Tooru sing songs to cover another moan. Hajime’s eyes shoot to his and his face falls back into a deep scowl. He punishes him with a particularly hard thrust directly into his prostate, causing Tooru to arch his back deeply, squeezing his free hand tightly over his mouth. His tears start to fall down his cheeks in thick globs. Hajime smiles and rolls his hips before continuing to abuse Tooru’s sweet spot with deep thrusts. He’s enjoying this way too much, Tooru might actually die.
“Are you guys actually mad? I’m sure you can have fun without us at the beach for 40 minutes,” Hajime responds, completely ignoring the blow to his resolve.
“No of course not we are eating shrimp- Why hasn’t Tooru-kun said hello to us?!” Both Issei and Takahiro’s voices fight to come through the speaker. Hajime lifts the phone away from his ear and hands it to Tooru, who is currently trying to not make a sound as he continues his deep thrusts. Tooru takes a deep breath and tries, unsuccessfully, to wipe his tears.
“Heyyy guys! Sorry Iwa-chan can’t say no but I haven’t had Ramune in months and I couldn’t wait anymore! He got one too! I think his motives were very selfish, actually,” Tooru half lies. He’s pretty proud of himself for keeping his composure, but suddenly loses it again when Hajime starts thrusting into him roughly and quickly. He covers his mouth again and pulls the phone away from his face as Takahiro starts talking again so any noises that slip out won’t be picked up by the speaker. He can’t stop the tears that fall from his eyes, replacing the ones he just wiped off his cheeks. He almost screams in surprise when Hajime grabs his other wrist and pulls his hand off his mouth. He looks down at Hajime in a silent question and is shocked to see the desperate look in his blown out eyes. He starts talking in barely a whisper, so quiet that Tooru almost can’t hear it.
“God you should see yourself right now baby, you look so pretty when you cry like that. You look so desperate for it you’re even drooling, fuck,” Hajime keeps mumbling praises and fucking into Tooru as he tries to hold in the resulting moans. It’s way more difficult without the use of his other hand, and causes more tears to spill out of his eyes, falling onto Hajime’s abs. The man under him bites his lip and buries the hand holding onto Tooru’s wrist into his hair to keep in his own moan. Hajime takes the phone back and holds it against his own ear as Tooru quickly covers his mouth again.
“But yea just hold tight we’ll be there in like, 40, probably,” Hajime says into the phone, voice only a little scratchy. “What’s the plan when we get there?” Tooru gives him a venomous glare as his boyfriend attempts to prolong the call.
“Asshole! Are you just ignoring my question?! I knew you’d forget! Now you really blew it,” Issei accuses. They both stiffen, wondering if they’ve been found out or if Hajime really fucked something up. “Did you seriously forget to pack the Switch? Dude.” Takahiro fills in. Hajime lets out a silent breath of relief and trails his hand from Tooru’s hair to caress his cheek and wipe his tears.
“No no I brought it, sorry, Tooru was showing me a meme on his phone,” Hajime informs them.
“You’re driving though," Takahiro responds, calmer now that he was reassured he’ll be able to mooch off Hajime’s Animal Crossing island.
“Yea he’s been trying to kill me,” Hajime says nonchalantly. Tooru huffs and tightens around the cock thrusting into him, forcing his boyfriend to muffle another moan. That was a mistake, of course, and the other fucks him harder in retaliation.
“AHH FUck I spilled my fucking drink...” Tooru exclaims as he tries to cover the loud moan he couldn’t hold in. He turns red as Hajime laughed, actually laughed out loud at him, the loud noise reverberating from his chest and shaking the both of them. Tooru pouts and slaps his pec.
“Ow! Jerk. No he’s just making a mess in my car, ignore it. Yeah keep going let me know the plan,” Hajime says into the phone. He looks at Tooru with a disappointed expression, since he almost gave them away. His hand moves to wrap around the other man’s neck once again, and squeezes. This will definitely stop Tooru from making more criminalizing noises, but his boyfriend is crazy. Tooru arches his back as his breath is cut off again, causing more tears to fall as he desperately moves his hips to meet Hajime’s thrusts. His boyfriend continues to talk to their friends on the phone about unimportant things like dinner plans. He doesn’t really hear what Hajime was saying, but loves hearing his calm, low voice while he fucks him so roughly. His whole body feels hot as he tries to suck in a shaky breath, his lips quivering while he struggles. Everything feels so much more intense when he can’t breathe. Hajime’s calloused hands around his neck, the rough fabric of his jeans against his bare thighs, and the blinding pleasure of the thick cock abusing his nerves, it’s all too much. He lightly taps on Hajime’s arm, then slaps it as he desperately tries to get his boyfriend’s attention. Hajime takes it as a request to remove his hand from his throat and looks up at Tooru with a worried expression.
“Please please please Haji please i’m gonna- i have to please,” Tooru begs in a whisper, a little disappointed Hajime’s hand is already off his throat, but really too close to release to care. His boyfriend rubs his neck and cheek in an apology and works on trying to end the phone conversation naturally as possible, their game of chicken over by now.
“Alright cool. Sounds good. No yeah I think we can keep our hands off each other for a few hours more haha, we’re not animals,” Hajime replies, his eyes darting quickly to the left when uttering the lie. Tooru is really glad their friends didn’t insist on facetiming, they would’ve never been able to get away with this. “Okay we’re gonna go, Tooru is pouting because I'm too preoccupied to look at the shitty memes he wants to show me.”
“Okay see you in like,-
-see you guys soon-
-35 minutes,” The voices of their friends overlap in the speaker as they offer their goodbyes.
“Mhm” Hajime says simply before hitting the end call button and tossing his phone to god knows where. Tooru’s lips are immediately against his in a sloppy kiss. Hajime grabs his ass and fully focuses on thrusting into him at a grueling pace. Tooru, finally free from his punishment, lets out a very loud stream of moans and screams as Hajime fucks him. He’s openly sobbing now as his boyfriend’s lips are against his ear, whispering a nice mix of praise and degradation.
“You liked that didn’t you? Do you think they heard you sobbing on my cock? You were so pretty, baby. Do you think our friends know what a slut you are? Know how desperate you are to get fucked? You’re so filthy you don’t even care where you are as long as you get filled right angel?” Hajime babbles as he fucks Tooru with uneven thrusts, both of them obviously close to orgasm. Too far gone at this point to even understand the words in his ears, Tooru cries as Hajime’s name falls from his lips over and over again in a desperate prayer. Hajime moans and reaches between them to start pumping his boyfriend’s hard, neglected cock. Tooru feels teeth sink into his throat and lets out a loud sob, feeling tears and snot run down his face. He must look like a complete mess.
“But this is just for me, right? You’re so perfect like this Tooru...” Hajime whispers against his ear. Hearing that, something in Tooru finally snaps. His vision goes white and he lets out a scream as he cums onto the fist around his cock. He hears Hajime curse loudly and feels his hips twitch against him before his insides are coated with his cum. He whimpers at his boyfriend’s string of quiet praises while he rolls his hips and continues to guide Tooru through his orgasm. Tooru finally goes limp and falls forward to rest on top of Hajime, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck and nuzzling into it. The other man lightly rubs circles into his back with one hand and wipes his tears with the other. He places a few light kisses to Tooru’s cheek and the corner of his mouth, causing the younger man to let out a delirious giggle.
“So good...good boy you did so well,” Hajime cooes. Tooru lets out a pleased hum and smiles against his neck as he scratches at his short black hair.
“Can we cuddle now?” Tooru pouts, rubbing circles into the other man’s collarbone and still pushing his luck. Hajime lets out a loud annoyed groan, causing Tooru to stiffen. He reaches down to pull the lever on the side of the driver’s seat, making the back of the chair straighten. They’re forced back up from the recline, their bare chests touching and Tooru groaning involuntarily as Hajime shifts inside him. He reaches around to grab Tooru’s hips to lift him off his cock, but stops as he realizes it’s gonna make a mess in the new car. It’s kinda already past that point….Tooru thinks as he looks at how sweaty the two of them are and feels the mess of lube and cum between them.
“Uh do you...have a towel or something?” Hajime asks casually. Tooru whines in response to his boyfriend completely ignoring his question from earlier.
“Hajimeee Pleeease? Just for a little? You reaaaally wore me out, baby,” Tooru begs, trying to butter him up and stroke his ego a little to get what he wants. “Also I think I deserve it after that stunt you pulled with answering the phone..” Hajime grabs the other’s chin and forces him to look into his eyes. He has an expression that says something like “We’re late, shut the hell up, move faster, im putting my foot down”, essentially. Tooru blows air from his nose in a frustrated defeat.
“You can use my shirt, I have an extra in my bag,” Tooru concedes as he lifts his shirt that had been pushed up the whole time over his head and hands it to his boyfriend. Hajime takes it while looking up at Tooru with a smirk. “What.”
“Your crying face is so ugly, you’re totally red,” Hajime laughs and starts wiping their stomachs with the shirt.
“What the hell?! You said I looked pretty…” Tooru argues, trying to wipe the rest of the tears from his face. Hajime taps his ass and Tooru fulfills his silent request, resting his hands on broad shoulders as he lifts himself off his boyfriend’s cock, groaning from the gross feeling of cum spilling out of his ass. Hajime quickly reaches around to clean him, making sure nothing gets on the seat below them.
“Well yeah, you do but.. you also look fucked up,” Hajime states as he finishes wiping them and rolls up Tooru’s ruined shirt before carefully tossing it onto the floor behind them.
“Your fault!” Tooru whines. Hajime rests his hand on his waist and gives him a light push, guiding him back to the passengers seat. “So mean, so mean, Iwa-chan is so mean to me,” He climbs over the console and flops dramatically into the other seat. He grabs his shorts and underwear from the ground, putting them back on with a scowl. Hajime sighs and leans over to grab his own shirt from behind Tooru.
“Tooru, we need to head out but I swear that tonight I’ll love on you a whole lot, okay?” Hajime promises with a soft voice. Tooru freezes momentarily as he leans down to grab his extra shirt, not expecting the genuine tone from his boyfriend. He leans back up to meet his eyes, wanting to confirm the promise, but is surprised to see Hajime looking absolutely terrified. He groans and puts his head in his hands. Tooru also groans, annoyed.
“What? What did I do this time what could I have possibly-“
“No, no, it’s my fault,” Hajime interrupts him and lifts his head back up. He points at Tooru. “Your neck.”
Tooru is confused for half a second before realizing what he meant and quickly grabs his phone from his bag. He lifts it above his face and opens the front camera. A disheveled reflection of himself looks back at him through the screen, his face still red and wet from tears and snot he’s been struggling to wipe away. His hair is completely ruined, sticking up everywhere. He didn’t see it after he got off the long plane ride though, so maybe it’s an upgrade. His eyes finally trail down to what made Hajime look so horrified, and takes in a sharp breath as he sees the state of his neck. Dark red and purple bite marks are littered all over his throat. He can even make out teeth marks from some of them. What’s really shocking, though, are the bruises in the shape of fingers wrapped around his neck. Tooru lifts his hand up and presses his fingers lightly against the purple marks, sucking in a sharp breath from the nice pain that results from it. He snaps a selfie real quick to remember this moment then turns back to his boyfriend who looks a little confused, but mostly very nervous.
“I-I’m really sorry Tooru I wasn’t thinking I know you don’t want any marks not covered by your uniform and I really didn’t think I’d leave a handmark-“ Tooru interrupts his rambling with a quick kiss to the other’s lips.
“It’s okay...It’s fine, it’s our vacation. And anyway...I like it.” Tooru responds calmly, causing Hajime to flush. “I also have some foundation that could maybe...put off the teasing from Mattsun and Makki for a bit longer,”he reassures his boyfriend with a small smile. It’s so cute when he’s worried.
“Why...do you have foundation why are you prepared for all of this!?” Hajime asked.
“Because I know you get carried away,” Tooru snaps back with a smirk. Hajime flushes from the accusation, but doesn’t push the subject further and leans back. His eyes go back to Tooru and trail up and down his form.
“...You look really hot though,” he says simply. Tooru shivers and checks out his boyfriend in turn who still hasn’t put his shirt back on. He’s still breathing a bit heavily, and his own hair is ruined from being pulled on earlier. His lips are swollen from kisses and sweat glistens in the light against his bare chest. Tooru licks his lips as he eyes his tight muscles, thankful to whatever god was looking upon him that he’ll get to see Hajime in a swimsuit constantly for the next week. He has half a mind to crawl back over onto the other man and go for round 2, maybe trying a different position. Maybe he would if he wasn’t so sure Hajime would absolutely murder him if he tried.
“You’re looking pretty good too, Iwa-chan,” Tooru responds with a wink. Hajime groans in annoyance, thinking he’s teasing, and quickly pulls the shirt back over his head and zips up his pants. He turns the keys that had been left in the ignition, the car roaring to life again.
“Buckle up, and set my phone and map back up for me,” Hajime says sternly. Tooru smiles lightly at his boyfriend’s signature grumpiness, as endearing as ever. He grabs the discarded phone as Hajime starts to turn the car back around. Before he sets up the navigation he leans over and places a sloppy kiss on the other’s cheek.
“I mean it Hajime, you’re beautiful,” Tooru whispers with a smile. Hajime can’t help the smile that spreads across his face from the compliment.
“You’re such a sap,” He teases as he ruffles Tooru’s hair and pushes his face away. Tooru laughs and falls back into his seat, content just watching his boyfriend focus on the road again. He thought about how nice this next week was going to be as his eyes start to flutter closed.
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Takahiro sighs as he hangs up the phone, his conversation with Hajime having reached its natural conclusion, he guesses. He looks across the small table at his boyfriend, who gives him a lopsided smile and holds out his hand expectantly. Takahiro groans and reaches into his back pocket, taking out 2000 yen and dropping it in Issei’s hand.
“You give them too much credit. You deserved to lose this one babe,” Issei teases as he grabs another shrimp and dunks it into the dish of cocktail sauce between the two men.
“It’s one thing to stop for it, sure, of course they were going to do that. But why answer the phone?? What is wrong with them?” Takahiro laments, traumatized from having to hold a normal conversation with a Hajime who had been fucking their friend the entire duration of the call. “They didn’t even try to sound like they were driving.”
“That was my favorite part, I think, they insisted they were driving in a completely silent car,” Issei said quickly in response to Takahrio’s complaining. “Kudos, though, I barely heard any of it. I’d rate the noise control a 7, I think, points subtracted for Tooru ‘spilling his drink’,” He states.
“I’d say the moan itself was like an 8.”
“10.”
“Wow okay.”
“Don’t be jealous babe you’re not even on the scale, its for mortals, not sex gods.”
“As expected,” Takahiro responds. He grabs another shrimp and checks the time on his phone, trying to decide how much longer they’ll have to wait until their friends actually arrive. He looks up at Issei, who’s also checking his watch, then turns around to eye the resort’s bar that had just opened about 10 minutes ago.
“Let’s start having our guys’ weekend without them,” Issei suggests, pointing at the bar. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the 2000 yen Takahiro had just handed him. “My treat,” He says with a wink.
“M-matsukawa-san, a-are you asking me on a date? P-people will talk…” Takahrio plays along. Issei stands up from chair and struts to the other side of the table, offering Takahiro his hand. He grabs it and stands up, letting out a dramatic fake gasp as Issei wraps an arm around his waist and starts walking them toward the bar.
“Then let ‘em talk, baby.”