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Kunikuzushi knows that it's only about fifteen minutes until Kazuha comes home, but after spending an entire day off alone at home, his boredom is getting the best of him.
Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, he looks at himself after putting on Kazuha's hoodie.
It's a little big for him, but it's comfortable; it's the first time he allows himself to do such a thing, too. Lounging around in his boyfriend's hoodie. He always thought the idea to be foolish, but right now...
His thoughts trail off. As he plays with the strings of the hood, he imagines how Kazuha would react to seeing him like this. Just wearing the hoodie, and a pair of black boxers. Would he feel excited? Would he want to take it off of him? Or would he let him keep it on-
Kunikuzushi imagines himself still wearing the hoodie while he's being pinned to the bed, his hips grabbed as Kazuha pulls him down on his cock.
The thought instantly brings a flush to his face. A certain arousal quickly makes itself known between his legs, and he can't help but squeeze his thighs together in response.
He should wait… It's only fifteen minutes after all.
But as a few more minutes pass, he can't get the image out of his head. The more he stays still and thinks, the hornier he feels; and so he gets up to walk to the bedroom, where he lies down on his back.
His hand reaches down between his legs, two fingers tentatively playing with himself through the fabric of his boxers. He's already soaked just from thinking about this. He uses his free hand to pull Kazuha's hoodie up, bringing it to his nose. It smells so good, just like him.
"Fuck, Kazuha, come home..."
Maybe if he stays like this, legs spread and touching himself through his boxers, Kazuha will come home faster and fuck him already. He wants it so bad. And he wants to keep the hoodie on through the whole thing.
But the minutes pass, and the friction of his fingers against his clothed pussy is no longer enough.
He withdraws his hand, turning around to lie on his front instead after taking off his boxers. He reaches for one of the pillows, hesitating whether he should take his or Kazuha's to pleasure himself with.
Well… Kazuha's the one who's late. He's the reason he feels so desperate to cum and only has objects to play with before he comes home. With a huff, he grabs Kazuha's pillow, and positions it between his legs.
Kunikuzushi presses a hand underneath it, maintaining the pressure. Meanwhile, he begins to grind his cunt against it, his hips making thrusting motions.
Lonely whimpers escape his mouth. He almost wishes he had called Kazuha to let him hear just how needy he is, how badly he wants his cock. He wouldn’t care if he were at a meeting, or on the bus, or anything. It’s his fault, he should be home and playing with him right now…
He lets out a frustrated grunt before pushing both of his hands down hard on the pillow, and he starts to hump it faster.
At this point he doesn’t even care whether he cums before Kazuha comes home or not. It feels too good to stop. It gets hot, too, but there's no way he's removing this hoodie.
As he continues to roll his hips against the pillow, he hears his phone buzzing. Probably Kazuha texting him to let him know he'll be here soon. He doesn’t bother reading it. Kazuha's pillow feels too good pressed against his cunt like this, especially when he starts rubbing his clit against one of the corners.
There, he finds a perfect rhythm, the perfect friction. “Ahh, Kazuha, mmh-” he wantonly moans his boyfriend’s name, bouncing his hips up and down the pillow, which is soaked at this point.
“Oh, fuck-” something snaps inside him, and he grips the pillow harshly. Pleasure courses through his entire body, and he finally cums, screaming Kazuha's name as his hips stutter.
He slumps onto the bed as he basks in the afterglow, keeping the pillow squeezed between his legs. Kazuha's hoodie feels warm…
Kunikuzushi doesn’t move, even when he hears the keys turning and opening the door to their apartment. Kazuha comes home, humming something to himself, completely oblivious to what’s happening in the bedroom.
“Kuni? I’m home,” he greets him from the living room, though Kunikuzushi doesn’t answer. He waits for Kazuha to find him.
And Kazuha does find him quickly enough. As soon as he opens the door, he sees his boyfriend in his hoodie, face down on the bed and ass up, a pillow pressed between his legs. Kunikuzushi’s hair is stuck to his face, his lips parted in slow breaths as he descends from his orgasm.
Kazuha, taken aback at first, immediately understands what just happened. “Oh, look at you,” he utters as he walks closer to the bed. “Already presenting yourself for me.”
Kunikuzushi pouts. “You're late. I had to fuck your pillow instead.”
“I’m not late at all, you were just too impatient to wait for me to come home…” Kazuha sits beside him and gently presses two fingers onto his folds, making Kunikuzushi’s body jump.
“That was selfish of you, don’t you think?” Kazuha whispers as he teases his overstimulated clit.
“N-No, *you’re* selfish,” Kunikuzushi replies, too brainless at the moment to formulate a proper response. Kazuha replies by turning him around, lying him on his back and spreading his legs.
His scarlet eyes admire the sight of Kunikuzushi's glistening cunt, clenching around nothing. Then, his gaze raises to find his own hoodie covering his boyfriend’s upper body.
“And you're wearing my hoodie too…” Kazuha muses. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now? You're gonna have to take responsibility for this, Kuni.”
A shiver spreads across him. “And *you’re* gonna have to take responsibility for forcing me to cum on your pillow instead of your cock.”
Kazuha's eyebrows raise, and a satisfied smile tugs at his lips.
“Deal.”
Kazuha bends down and adjusts his position until his face is right between Kunikuzushi's legs, mouth tantalizingly close to his cunt. He tries to conceal his pleading whines as he starts to feel Kazuha's hot breath on him.
“You should hear yourself. Whimpering like this when I haven’t even done anything yet.”
“F-fuck you,” Kunikuzushi snaps back, but his attitude is quickly reduced to nothing as he feels Kazuha’s warm tongue licking up a stripe from his entrance to his clit. “Oooh, Kazuha-”
A proud chuckle shakes through Kazuha's shoulders, and he smiles, his tongue lapping up all of the slick and savoring it with an eager hum. Kunikuzushi trembles from the overstimulation, but it feels so good to finally have Kazuha between his legs.
Kazuha eats him out like he's starving, kissing and sucking at his folds, collecting more of his slick with a finger buried inside him. Kunikuzushi's hand is on Kazuha's head, fingers tangled in his locks, and he almost cries from how sensitive he is.
“Feels good, baby?” Kazuha asks as he pulls back for a moment, lips and chin absolutely covered in Kunikuzushi’s release. He gives one last, hungry lick before kneeling back up and undoing his belt.
“You stopped…” he complains, face flushed red.
“Hold on, Kuni,” Kazuha whispers as he quickly takes off his pants and boxers. His hard cock is freed from its restraints at last. “You’re gonna cum on my cock, alright? That’s what you wanted, right?”
“Yeah,” Kunikuzushi whines into his hand as Kazuha grabs his legs and hooks them over his shoulders. “Give it to me, please-”
And he doesn’t need to beg for it. Kazuha guides himself towards Kunikuzushi's pussy, and thrusts inside him slowly. Kunikuzushi throws his head back, still incredibly sensitive but taking it nonetheless. “Ah, Kazuha, fuck- come on, please, fuck me already,” he begs, and his boyfriend quickly leans over him, trapping him between his arms.
Kazuha breathes into his ear. “Can I take a picture of you?”
“The hell?! No way!” Kunikuzushi protests.
“That’s too bad… you look so good like this, splayed out under me, begging for my cock while you're wearing my hoodie.”
Kazuha starts to pound into him, making Kunikuzushi almost sob. “I’m going to fuck you extra hard to make you extra pretty.”
Kunikuzushi grabs onto the sheets for dear life, the air immediately punched out of his chest as Kazuha rocks his hips into him.
“Oh, oh god, Kazuha,” he moans breathlessly, his eyes fluttering and filling with tears. “More, more, please, I want more-”
Grunting with each thrust, Kazuha quickens his pace, already unforgiving. “You’re so tight, you take me so well, Kuni,” he breathes, “take it, you’ve earned it baby.”
Kunikuzushi is just a whimpering mess under him at this point, legs bouncing with the force of Kazuha’s thrusts. The words that spill out of his mouth are nearly incomprehensible at this point, and Kazuha is no better; all he can do is grip Kunikuzushi's waist over his hoodie, and quite literally drill into him.
“Can’t… Kazuha… I'm so close, I’m so-”
“That’s it, cum for me Kuni,” Kazuha urges him, and Kunikuzushi starts playing with his clit again to push himself over the edge. “Oh, you're so tight, too tight– mmh, I’m gonna fill you up, baby…”
Kunikuzushi feels his second orgasm ripping through him. His back arches off the bed as he cranes his head back, and his lips hang in a loud moan. He clenches hard around his boyfriend’s cock, and it's not long until he cums as well. Kazuha spills inside him, filling him up with warmth, and Kunikuzushi feels like he could pass out on him at this point.
They both catch their breath, a tangled mess of limbs on the bed, kissing messily. After Kazuha slowly pulls out of him, his cum spills out of Kunikuzushi’s twitching pussy and onto the sheets.
“Looks like we both made a mess,” Kazuha chuckles, placing a kiss on his forehead before lying down next to him.
“Hey, Kuni.”
“Hm…”
Kunikuzushi turns to face him, still descending from his peak, and Kazuha's smile turns almost mischievous.
“Next time you want to fuck my pillow, let me watch,” he says.
Kunikuzushi huffs out an amused laugh.
“Fine, pervert.”