boyfriend shirt

by iwasabutt

Summary:

Kurosawa goes home and finds Adachi wearing his T-shirt.

Notes:

this is basically as simple as the summary suggests. pure filth ahead.

also, i heard there's gonna be a cherry magic movie this year. does anyone know if it's gonna be a legit new movie, or just the series stitched together? really hope it's the former.

When Kurosawa stepped into his apartment one Sunday afternoon, he nearly had an aneurysm.

The sound of the apartment door creaking open got the attention of Adachi, who was sprawled on the living room couch. He looked up from his Nintendo Switch and smiled widely when he saw his boyfriend standing at the doorway. “Yuichi! How was the party?”

His boyfriend was too stunned to speak or even move. He stood there, still as a statue, with a marblelike pallor to match. 

Adachi’s smile began to fade when Kurosawa continued to stare at him without saying anything. It didn’t help that his eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open, like Adachi was an unappealing stain that somehow materialized on his couch.

He laughed nervously. “...Is something wrong?” 

“Shirt.”

“Huh?” Adachi glanced down at himself. “Oh…um.”

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

Adachi fiddled with the fabric self-consciously. Earlier that day, he was bored and craving something sweet, so he made himself a strawberry milkshake using one of Kurosawa’s fancy appliances. Using an immersion blender on a full glass led to everything in the kitchen being sprayed with strawberry goodness, including himself.

After berating himself for being an idiot and cleaning Kurosawa’s kitchen as best as he could, he took a shower. He didn’t have a change of clothes, but he figured Kurosawa wouldn’t mind if he borrowed one of his shirts. 

He found a plain and well-worn Ragna Crimson T-shirt in Kurosawa’s closet and instantly fell in love with it. The fact that it smelled like Kurosawa didn’t hurt. The clean, natural scent of his boyfriend always calmed him down and made him feel safe and loved. (Adachi definitely did not spend a few minutes sniffing the fabric like some sort of pervert.)

Adachi peeked at his lover from under his bangs. Kurosawa’s face was perfectly blank, but his eyes bore holes into him. He shivered at the intensity of his gaze.

“...I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I could take it off…”

“No.”

Adachi’s head snapped up, eyes wide. “Eh?”

He tilted his head to the side in confusion, and Kurosawa wanted to scream at how his amazing boyfriend somehow managed to be both adorable and sexy at the same time. How was it humanly possible for someone so perfect to exist?

The sunlight filtered through the window, bathing Adachi in a warm glow. Was he actually an angel?

And dear Lord, the angel was wearing his shirt. As if that weren’t bad enough, Kurosawa’s shirt hung loosely on his shoulders, exposing the delicious sight of his collarbones. The boxers he wore were short, and since the shirt was too big on him, it looked like he was wearing nothing at all underneath…

Kurosawa’s mouth went dry. He drank in the smooth expanse of tanned skin. He closed his eyes and willed himself to calm down and not do anything stupid, like attack his boyfriend with frenzied kisses and–

“...Yuichi?” 

His small, uncertain voice snapped Kurosawa out of his filthy reverie. 

Adachi continued to fidget with the shirt. He couldn’t look at his lover and he was biting his lip nervously. Kurosawa let out a breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. Without further ado, he shut the door and locked it, for good measure.

“I missed you.”

Adachi still looked confused and God, how he wanted to squish his cheeks. (The ones on his face, although he wouldn’t be opposed to squishing the other pair.) “Eh?!”

A low, sonorous chuckle was Kurosawa’s only response and Adachi’s mouth snapped shut, face burning. 

He scooted back every time Kurosawa took a few steps towards him, until he was pressed flat on the armrest of the couch.

Luckily (or unluckily, Adachi hasn’t decided yet), Kurosawa stopped advancing towards him and contented himself with just staring hungrily at the sight his boyfriend made, bare, shapely legs on full display. His left shoulder was now entirely visible, the movements he made earlier lowering the shirt even further.

“Kiyoshi,” Kurosawa murmured. “I want you.”

Adachi was scandalized. “You…you want me?”

Kurosawa laughed again. “Of course,” he said. “I’ll only ever want you, baby.”

As usual, the little pet name sent a flush throughout Adachi’s entire body. Kurosawa was being his usual mushy self, but…it was somehow different today. Maybe Adachi wasn’t all too experienced when it comes to sexual desire or whatever, but even he couldn’t miss the way Kurosawa stared at him. Like he was ravenous.

Kurosawa’s gaze felt heavy, almost tangible against the parts of his body his eyes would linger on. Adachi swallowed, and as if he couldn’t help it, Kurosawa’s eyes followed the movement of his Adam’s apple.

“I want you,” he repeated.

“R-Right now?”

“Yes. Please, Kiyoshi…”

Adachi’s eyes slipped shut, his breaths getting shallower and his chest heaving. Kurosawa’s desire for him was always baffling, but at that moment, it made Adachi feel lightheaded. He felt his own desire, low and heady, swirl in his gut.

He finally opened his eyes and looked straight at Kurosawa. He nodded, rapidly. “Y-Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Kurosawa beamed. He pulled Adachi closer for a soft, loving kiss. “Thank you,” he murmured against his lips.

Then, without warning, he lifted Adachi off the couch with a grunt.

Adachi yelped as he was gathered into Kurosawa’s arms and carried bridal-style to the bedroom. Kurosawa gripped the meat of his thighs, squeezing at the flesh and Adachi moaned, tightening his hold around Kurosawa’s neck.

Kurosawa laid him down on the bed and took a few moments to admire the vision that was his lover.

If he looked angelic basking in the sunlight earlier, now he looked absolutely divine against the white, silken sheets of his bed. The sight of his dark hair messily spread out on the sheets could be described as nothing short of heavenly. And to top it all off, the shirt had ridden up, exposing more of his beautiful thighs.

“Kiyoshi,” he breathed. “My angel.”

Adachi’s cheeks were bright red. He looked away, muttering something about Kurosawa being cheesy, but Kurosawa didn’t miss the small, pleased grin on his lips.

“May I take these off?” he asked, gesturing at his boxers.

Adachi inhaled sharply. "Sure."

Kurosawa gingerly lowered his underwear, sighing in appreciation as more of Adachi's skin was revealed. "Gorgeous," he whispered.

The image of Adachi wearing nothing but his T-shirt would surely be burned to his memory forever. 

"Let me know if it's too much," he reminded him gently. "We can stop anytime." 

Adachi nodded desperately. His eyes were glassy, lips parted to release small puffs of air as he panted. "Okay."

The first thing that Kurosawa did was bury his face in his neck, mouth latching on the first available patch of skin and sucking harshly, making Adachi whimper.

Kurosawa smiled, Adachi’s skin between his teeth. He continued to kiss and nip at Adachi’s neck, determined to leave marks, bruises, so Adachi will remember this for days and days.

“Ah,” he moaned, head tilted back to give Kurosawa more access. He tugged at his boyfriend’s hair, wanting something to hold to, and the other hummed against his neck. “Y-Yuichi.”

Kurosawa pulled away. He soothed the marks with his tongue, the wet drag of it against the sensitive skin making Adachi’s breath hitch. 

He nibbled his ear, sucking on the sensitive lobe. “So beautiful,” Kurosawa murmured.

Adachi blushed. “T-Touch me more,” he said shakily.

Kurosawa lifted his head and stared at the man beneath him. Lips wet and red from pleasure, eyelashes fluttering as he struggled to keep his eyes open and alert. He looked at Kurosawa, who was looking back at him, face hovering a few centimeters from his.

Their noses brushed, almost like an Eskimo kiss, and Adachi giggled.

His Adachi giggled.

God, this man was going to be the death of him. Kurosawa lowered his head even further, arms caging Adachi in on either side of his head. Their lips barely brushed before Kurosawa pulled away again, grinning at the whine the other man let out and the way he tried to chase his boyfriend’s lips with his.

“Yuichi.”

“Yes, angel?”

“Kiss me.”

“Where?”

Adachi somehow managed to glare at him despite his fully ravished state. Kurosawa gave in, mouth curved up in a smile. He captured Adachi’s lips in a slow, languid kiss, humming happily as the other threw his arms around his neck and pulled him closer. 

He drew Adachi’s bottom lip in and Adachi let out a breathy moan against his mouth.

Kurosawa took that opportunity to slip his tongue between his boyfriend’s lips. He explored Adachi’s mouth with his, hot and wet, flickering his tongue in every possible crevice. 

Adachi panted hotly against his mouth. Their tongues finally curled together. His fingers gripped the sheets at the slick slide in his mouth. It was downright obscene, saliva leaving the corner of his lips as he let his lover take whatever he wanted.

When they pulled apart for oxygen, Adachi locked eyes with him. His eyes were glazed over and Kurosawa couldn’t help but groan at how utterly debauched his boyfriend already looked, just from making out. His neck was littered with marks and spit, nipples poking through that damn T-shirt, the outline of his leaking cock clearly visible through the worn material. 

“Your clothes,” Adachi gasped. He reached for him desperately, tugging at Kurosawa’s shirt. “Please, I…I need you closer.”

Kurosawa wordlessly complied, powerless against the love of his life. He pulled his own T-shirt above his head. It must have been the hundredth time he beheld his boyfriend’s flawless body, but Adachi was still rendered awestruck, drinking in the expanse of lean muscle, shuddering as he watched Kurosawa’s body flex on top of him.

He couldn't help it. He let his hands roam Kurosawa's body, over the smooth, defined muscle. Kurosawa moaned softly at the contact.

Eyes never leaving his, Kurosawa quickly divested himself of his pants and boxers. The sight of his boyfriend’s cock, hard and flushed and so, so beautiful, just like the rest of him, made Adachi's mouth water.

The world seemed to shift and Kurosawa let out an oof as he suddenly had a lapful of Adachi. Adachi was still wearing the shirt, hem reaching his upper thighs, erection teasingly visible under the fabric. Adachi’s bare ass cheeks brushed dangerously near his balls as he pulled Kurosawa even closer, mouthing at the skin on Kurosawa’s shoulder.

Adachi licked a column down his neck, tasting his skin and sweat.

Kurosawa groaned. He allowed his lover to leave a trail of fiery kisses on his body before gently pushing him back. He lifted the shirt slowly and bunched it high enough to reveal his nipples. He took one in his mouth and sucked, reveling at how it made Adachi mewl. He flicked the nipple with his tongue one, two, three times before doing the same with the other one.

Once he was done, he admired the flushed skin, the way Adachi trembled in his arms. “Kiyoshi, you look stunning.”

Adachi huffed, red-faced and incredulous. “I look stunning?” he said. “Have you seen yourse– ah–”

He hissed when Kurosawa wrapped a large hand around his erection. Kurosawa tugged at him a few times, attentively observing how Adachi reacted to the contact. He fondled his balls and Adachi's back arched prettily, body pressed to his.

 Kurosawa reached for the lube in the first drawer of his nightstand. He squirted lube on his hand and put it back around Adachi, who moaned even louder at the feeling of his wet hand around him. Kurosawa was mesmerized by the way Adachi kept writhing and arching his back, like he was offering his T-shirt clad body to him. 

He tweaked his nipple through the T-shirt and Adachi cried out again. “Ahh– please–”

“Please what?” 

Adachi whined. He reached for Kurosawa’s erection and squeezed, making his lover moan in surprise.

He whispered, “Please fuck me.”

Kurosawa responded by kissing him. “Lay down,” he said breathlessly. “Let me take care of you, baby.”

“Thank you…” Adachi watched Kurosawa squirt a generous amount of lube on his palm, warming it up with his fingertips. 

He locked eyes with Adachi. “Ready?”

Adachi nodded. He felt a finger prod his entrance and he took a deep breath, willing himself to relax. “That’s it,” Kurosawa murmured. “You’re doing so well, Kiyoshi.”

He took one of Adachi’s balls in his mouth and sucked. The other man flinched at the sudden contact, but welcomed it nonetheless. Kurosawa sucked on the head of his cock and hummed, making Adachi’s hips rotate. “Can you take another?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He paused. “Wait, Kiyoshi…can I try something?”

Adachi stared at him, face scarlet. He knew what that meant. They only tried it twice and Kurosawa asked the same way both of those times. He shivered at the memory of feeling Kurosawa’s tongue in his ass.

“…I took a shower,” he said awkwardly. “Earlier. I, uh, spilled strawberry milkshake all over your kitchen. But I cleaned it up,” he added quickly. “So, yeah, I. Um. I showered.”

Kurosawa looked at him fondly. 

“That’s also why I’m wearing your shirt, by the way.”

“So is that a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Terrific.” He raised the bottle of lube. “This is strawberry-flavored, too, in case you wanted to know.”

“...Duly noted, thanks.”

Kurosawa’s face was a mixture of love and amusement. “Can I start?”

“Please,” Adachi said, and immediately wanted to kick himself for how eager he sounded.

Kurosawa chuckled, voice low. 

"On your stomach," he instructed. Adachi figured there was no point in hiding how much he wanted it. He quickly obeyed, making Kurosawa grin. 

He parted Adachi’s legs and groaned at the sight of his fluttering rim. “So perfect,” he murmured. Those were his last words before he swooped down and began to eat him out in earnest.

He started by littering a few kisses up Adachi's inner thighs.

Then, ever so gently, he spread his cheeks apart and traced his tongue along the ridges of Adachi's rim

“Fuck!” Adachi flinched, instinctively squirming away from the strange sensation. 

His hips were gently pushed down the bed to keep him still. Kurosawa spread his cheeks further apart and he licked and sucked at his rim. Spit and lube covered Adachi's ass. His legs trembled and he mewled, enjoying the overwhelming sensation.

After a while, Kurosawa eased his tongue in Adachi's tight hole, trying to get as much inside as he can.

"Oh," Adachi whined. "Mm, Yuichi, so good, ah--!"

Kurosawa kissed his rim and pulled back.

He squeezed more lube on his fingers. "Ready?" he panted.

Adachi turned his head. He saw the lube and nodded rapidly. "Please."

Without warning, Kurosawa flipped him over.  He pressed two slick fingers in his boyfriend’s hole while simultaneously taking his head in his mouth again. He bobbed his head a few times, fondling Adachi’s balls with one hand while the other was busy rhythmically thrusting fingers into his puckered rim. 

His prostate was being stimulated so well, becoming more sensitive every time Kurosawa nudged it with his fingers.

"There," Adachi said weakly.

The faint brush of his fingers was immediately replaced with deft, purposeful strokes, wanting to break his boyfriend, wanting to make him feel nothing but pleasure.

"Good?"

“Ahh–yes, mm! A-Another, please.”

What a good boy. Kurosawa withdrew his fingers to get more lube, smiling at Adachi’s adorable whine, hole fluttering at the loss. He warmed up more lube in his hand and pressed three fingers in. His eyes darkened when he felt his boyfriend’s hole easily give way, body completely relaxed. He rewarded him by ducking his head and taking him deeper into his mouth.

Adachi’s body shook, overwhelmed with the ministrations. Kurosawa's fingers felt so nice, thicker and longer than his own, and they filled him so deliciously. His prostate was being stimulated dead-on, fingers abusing the sensitive spot inside him.

The wet heat around his cock didn’t help keep him together. It made him feel like he was floating farther and farther away, unmoored in a sea of pleasure. “Yuichi!”

Within seconds, the other man nuzzled his face on his thigh, peppering it with soothing kisses, and oh, his anchor was back. There was no reason to feel afraid, Kurosawa was right there with him.

“Shh, it's okay, baby,” Kurosawa murmured. He went up to kiss Adachi on the lips, pulling him close. He noticed how flushed his boyfriend’s skin was. He wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Can I take your shirt off?” he murmured.

That made Adachi chuckle breathlessly, despite himself. “You mean your shirt,” he teased.

“What’s mine is yours, angel.”

Adachi’s face turned red and he quickly busied himself by pulling his shirt off to avoid the sickly sweet sappiness that was his amazing boyfriend.

Before long, they were kissing again, mouths moving desperately in a lewd tango of spit and tongues. Adachi grabbed Kurosawa’s hand and brought it down between his legs, shyly telling him what he wanted in his own way.

Kurosawa squeezed his cock. He lubed his fingers up and thrust three fingers in, added a fourth finger after a while, scissoring and thrusting the digits in. Adachi began to babble incoherently, writhing on the bed. Kurosawa cooed and held his boyfriend’s hand, stroking his palm. “Doing so well, Kiyoshi.”

Adachi was fully crying now. “Yuichi, I need you, please, oh God, please…”

Kurosawa finally took pity on him. He withdrew and began to jerk himself off, covering his erection with lube. 

Not wanting to keep his angel waiting any longer, he slowly eased his cock into his boyfriend’s entrance, gritting his teeth as he tried to hold on. “Still okay?” he gasped.

Adachi felt like he was being split in half. But it felt so good being stretched, being stuffed full. He wanted more, so he managed a nod.

His boyfriend went in slowly, centimeter by centimeter. It was the most delicious torture for Kurosawa, but Adachi wasn’t entirely used to this yet, and he’d rather go at this glacial pace than risk hurting him.

Finally, he was able to get the entire length of his cock inside. He grabbed Adachi’s hand and held it tightly. “Tell me when you’re ready.”

After a few moments, Adachi squeezed his hand back. “I’m ready,” he said softly.

Oh, thank God.

Kurosawa gripped his hips. "I love you, Kiyoshi," he said, before pulling his hips back and thrusting, hard, inside.

Adachi cried out at the delicious slide, Kurosawa's cock slick with lube and so hot in his ass. He wrapped his thighs around his boyfriend and squeezed him closer. "More, please," he begged.

Kurosawa nodded. He snapped his hips forward, again and again, building a faster tempo. The room was filled with the wet slap of their hips meeting, of their moans and grunts. 

"Ah, ah --oh, shit, ah--"

Adachi was loud, whimpering and mewling beneath him and it was driving Kurosawa insane, wanting to make the experience as good for his beloved Kiyoshi, as good as the other man made him feel.

Kurosawa pulled out completely, making Adachi whine. He squeezed lube generously on his hand and pumped Adachi's cock a few times, before he flipped his boyfriend to his stomach again, knowing he can love him deeper like this, hit his sensitive spot more accurately. 

Adachi's tears gathered and fell on the pillowcase, screaming at the sweet pleasure. His cock rubbed against the soft satin sheets again and again as Kurosawa fucked him. The bed creaking at the friction, the push and pull of their bodies.

"Yuichi--ah--I'm gonna come!"

Kurosawa bent down and licked the shell of his ear. He sucked the lobe in his mouth, making Adachi shiver, then he whispered, "Come for me."

That was all it took. Adachi tensed and, screaming Kurosawa's name, he came all over the sheets. 

He ground his hips on the satin sheets, riding out his orgasm. Kurosawa fucked him through it, thrusts turning frenzied as his boyfriend's hole spasmed and twitched arounnd his cock. He pinched his nipple and bit his neck, further intensifying Adachi's sensations. 

When Adachi's body finally slumped, Kurosawa kissed the back of his neck and made to pull out, cock still hard.

He paused, breath shuddering when he felt Adachi's hole clench around him. 

"Ah, don't," Adachi said, voice hoarse but firm. He clenched again, whimpering at the oversensitivity and loving it, greedy for more. "Not until you come."

Kurosawa's heart clenched with adoration for his boyfriend, body spent and sore, but still making sure that Kurosawa felt good. Why is Kiyoshi the most considerate man in the universe? 

Out loud, he said, "Fuck, are you sure?"

Adachi moved his hips back, eyes rolling back at the overstimulation. "Mm, yeah," he said breathily. "I want you to come inside me."

Kurosawa growled.

He grabbed his boyfriend's hips, fingertips bruising the sensitive flesh as he fucked him hard, thrusts meant ony for his own pleasure.

Under him, Adachi squirmed and moaned, enjoying the way his body was being used by his sweet, gentle boyfriend.

Finally, Kurosawa trembled. He let out a moan as he came inside Adachi, warm ropes of cum deep inside him, hips trusting shallowly as he rode out his orgasm. “I love you,” he said brokenly, chest heaving.

Kurosawa finally pulled out and collapsed next to him.

Immediately, Adachi snuggled closer to him, feeling bereft and clingy now that their bodies were no longer joined together. Kurosawa wrapped his arms securely around him, reveling in the intimacy of their embrace.

They kissed weakly, still trying to catch their breaths.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Adachi spoke. “I love you,” he said quietly. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Kurosawa smiled. He tightened his hold on the love of his life, his angel. “I love you so much,” he murmured in his lover’s hair. 

Notes:

thanks for reading 3k+ words worth of plotless smut haha

hope you have an awesome day ahead! stay safe!