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“Yeah babygirl, you like that? Like when daddy fucks you?”
Keiji blames the fact that he’s too horny to stop stroking himself and that he was browsing through solo male videos with the intent of finding an Osamu lookalike without his glasses on for all the precum that leaks out of his dick.
But he didn’t know it was for—
“Your little cunt is so wet,” the Osamu lookalike moans, fisting himself quicker. And Keiji’s back is arching at how much the words affect him, imagining Osamu saying them in his ear. He strokes himself faster at that thought.
“You gonna come with me? Make that pussy gush all over my cock?”
Keiji can’t hold back the loud moan that rips out of him when he comes, body shaking as his head is thrown back. He’s panting hard, blinking slowly as he comes back to earth. He's never come that hard before, but he’s already planning to come even harder when he convinces Osamu to talk to him just like that.
That night as he’s riding Osamu, he realizes he’s too embarrassed to say it even while he’s in a horny haze, despite knowing Osamu will never judge him and will probably like it, so he’s just gonna start throwing out hints and pray for the best.
First, he shaves his legs and starts wearing tinted lip balm. He learns that he likes how his smooth legs feel against Osamu’s and he’s obsessed with the pink that colors Osamu’s cheeks when Keiji leaves visible kiss marks on him.
Next, he ends up shaving the rest of his body hair (he didn’t like it anyways).
Osamu is on his knees, about to suck Keiji off when he notices.
“Did you shave here too?” he asks with an amused look, and Keiji hums in confirmation, running his fingers through Osamu’s hair.
“Do you like it?”
“I do,” he nods, licking a stripe from his base to his tip while looking up at him. “I love everything you do, baby.”
That spurs Keiji to go get a matching mani-pedi.
He always wanted to, but never felt compelled to really go. When he comes home with soft pink nail polish, Osamu kisses each finger in appreciation.
“Very sexy,” he smiles at him and Keiji rewards him by jerking him off. Keiji doesn’t miss the way Osamu comes a little quicker, unable to look away from Keiji’s hands wrapped around his cock.
Finally, a bit impatient and feeling like Osamu is finally picking up on his hints, Keiji surprises Osamu with a lacey pair of panties in bed, a similar soft pink color to go with his nails.
Osamu literally chokes on air when he pulls Keiji’s sweats down, thumbing over the fabric nearly in awe.
“You’re so pretty baby,” Osamu grins at him, kissing his hips. Keiji’s heart skips a beat at that.
“Yeah?” he asks a bit nervously.
“Mhm, my pretty boy.”
Keiji would normally go crazy for that, but his face falls in disappointment, and Osamu looks up at him in confusion. There’s just a beat of silence and then something clicks and Osamu has a sneaky smile on his face as he presses kisses up Keiji’s stomach and chest until he reaches his lips.
“Sorry,” Osamu cups his face, hovers his lips just a hair away from touching Keiji’s. “I meant, my pretty girl .”
Keiji can’t help the moan that comes from him, throwing his arms around Osamu and kissing him deeply, feeling his cock leak precum at the praise.
“Look how wet you are for me,” Osamu breathes when he pulls away, reaching down and palming Keiji’s dick, kissing his neck. Keiji shudders, holding onto Osamu’s shoulders.
“Is your little hole already wet too?”
Keiji is so fucked, he figures as he whimpers at that, nodding his head. Osamu reaches down, moving his panties to the side to find that he’s already opened himself up, using extra lube and making himself even wetter than usual. Osamu takes the lube from their nightstand, pulling the panties off Keiji slowly.
“I want you dripping on my cock.”
Keiji can only nod again, spreading his legs even more for Osamu. Osamu kisses his inner thigh, holding on tightly to the other.
“Is this what you’ve been hinting at for the past few weeks?” he asks honestly, smiling up at Keiji. He feels a lot less embarrassed as he hums in acknowledgement.
“Yeah,” he admits, sitting up to kiss Osamu, slow and deep. “Can I be your good girl tonight?” Keiji asks him with innocent eyes and Osamu feels his own cock leaking precum at the request, knowing he wasn’t going to last very long tonight.
“Whatever my princess wants,” Osamu breathes against his lips, gently laying him down and spreading his legs. He takes Keiji’s cock in his hands, kissing the tip and smearing the precum that’s collected there all over his lips. He enjoys how it makes Keiji tangle his fingers into his hair.
“Need you to tell me how far I can go.”
“Not too far, i’ll like it too much,” Keiji bites his lip as Osamu licks the tip. He adds more lube to his fingers, easily pushing two inside of Keiji and he lets out a tiny moan, closing his eyes.
“So if i say,” Osamu starts to stroke Keiji at the same time he starts moving his fingers “that i’m fingering your wet cunt is that-“ and Keiji comes without warning, orgasm ripping through him as his hips buck and lets out moans out Osamu’s name as he strokes Keiji through it.
“Holy shit,” Osamu breathes, knowing that he’s definitely going to die tonight.
“I’m sor—”
“That was so fucking sexy,” Osamu is suddenly on top of him, kissing all over his neck and chest. And with how hard Osamu is against him, Keiji feels a boost of confidence, wrapping his arms around Osamu’s neck.
“Then can you fuck me daddy?” Osamu shudders at that, and Keiji leans back to push Osamu down gently so he can strip him. taking off his shirt and wriggling off his pants before taking Osamu's thick cock into his hand and licking the precum off.
“I want you to stretch your babygirl open.”
Fuck, it's too much.
Osamu flips Keiji over, a mix of lust and need in his eyes as he looks down at him.
“Gonna make my princess feel so good,” he promises and Keiji spreads his legs even wider for him, bottom lip trapped between his teeth as he looks up at him with just as much desperation as Osamu is feeling. He knows neither of them are going to last very long, so he wastes no time in holding Keiji’s hip with one hand and lining his cock up with his glistening hole with the other, pushing inside slowly.
“Daddy,” Keiji lets out a low moan when he bottoms out, already pushing down on him. “So full.”
“Your hole is so greedy,” Osamu groans, grinding his cock inside of him. “Look how you’re sucking me in.”
Keiji whimpers, reaching down to start stroking himself, already hard again.
“Want more, please, ‘Samu,” Keiji begs and Osamu fucks him in earnest, fucking into deep and hard and Keiji welcomes every thrust, back arching off the bed when Osamu finds his prostate and doesn’t let up.
“Being such a good girl for me,” Osamu praises and Keiji whines, trying to spread his legs even wider for him.
He's holding one thigh while the other tries to stroke himself in time with Osamu’s rough thrusts, but he’s feeling so good he can hardly focus.
“You’re dripping all over me, angel,” Osamu moans as he tightens his hold on Keiji’s hip and where he’s started to grip his thigh too.
“So close,” Keiji whimpers, feeling like he’s floating. He knows he’s been wanting this so bad, but he fears he really might pass out if Osamu keeps talking like this while he fucks him this hard.
“Yeah?” Osamu asks as his thrusts get even more erratic. “you gonna come for daddy?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck!” he cries out, body jolting upwards as he grips into the bedsheets to try and still himself.
“Come all over my cock, pretty girl, make a mess for me.”
Keiji fucking ascends, body unable to stop shaking as he cries out chants of Osamu’s name, tears prickling the corners of his eyes when he starts to feel Osamu fill him up. He grabs for him, pulling him down as he feels like he can’t stop coming, grinding down on Osamu.
The next thing Keiji knows, he’s slowly blinking his eyes open and Osamu is right next to him on his side, brushing stray hairs out of his slightly sweaty face.
“You with me?” Osamu asks quietly and Keiji hums, immediately rolling over so he could be in Osamu’s arms. Pulling him close, Osamu kisses his temple with a smile.
“Can we do it again?” he mumbles into his shoulder, reaching down to palm Osamu and Osamu laughs, smacking his ass playfully.
“Why are you being such a bad girl all of a sudden?” He nips his earlobe and Keiji wants to show him just how much of a bad girl he can be.