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Motoya flicked on the bedside lamp as he heard his cousin's gentle breathing. Kiyoomi had fallen asleep a while ago. Part of Motoya wanted his cousin to stay up and chat, it’d been too long since they’d last had a sleepover, but the other part of him was desperate for Kiyoomi to fall asleep.
The room was bathed in a soft glow, as was Kiyoomi’s perfect skin and the pretty moles that Motoya loved so much. He took in all of his cousin’s beautiful features. He never got to appreciate him when he was awake; Kiyoomi would get too shy, he’d blush and tell him to stop staring, and if he could read Motoya’s mind, he’d definitely call him a pervert, because Motoya just couldn’t stop his mind from wandering when it came to his cousin. The scenarios he imagined late at night when he was alone with his hand wrapped around his cock were filthy and there was only one person on his mind, only one name that fell from his lips as he came in his fist and that was Kiyoomi’s. These were thoughts he never thought he’d act on… that is until Kiyoomi shifted beside him and let out a soft moan.
Motoya’s cock twitched, already filling as Kiyoomi shifted again and his shirt rode up, exposing his soft tummy. Motoya reached out and brushed his fingers across his skin, watching Kiyoomi’s face for any reaction, but Kiyoomi was a deep sleeper. He smiled as he stroked his cousin’s stomach then slipped his hand beneath his shirt and pushed it up higher, revealing his chest and top scars.
“You’re so gorgeous, Kiyo,” Motoya cooed as he stroked his hands down his waist and leaned in to kiss his stomach, leaving a trail of kisses down to the waistband of his shorts.
He moved over Kiyoomi and pushed his thighs apart so he could settle between them. His breath hitched when he saw the dark stain on his grey shorts, right between his legs. Motoya pressed his fingers to it and smirked.
“Already this wet?” he hummed. “Good thing I’m here to look after you, hm?”
Motoya hooked his fingers in Kiyoomi’s shorts, dragged them down his long legs and tossed them aside so he could appreciate Kiyoomi in a way that his cousin would never let him if he were awake.
His plump, pink pussy glistened with slick and his cute cock was just too tempting to not have a taste. Motoya hooked his arms beneath Kiyoomi’s thighs as he settled on his stomach, so he could keep a tight hold of him. As adorable as his squirming would be, he needed him still so he could lavish his pretty cunt and suck on his cock. He leaned in, nosing through the patch of hair and breathing him in before dipping lower and flicking his tongue across the tip of his cock.
Kiyoomi’s body tensed before relaxing again, a soft noise slipping past his lips. Motoya smirked and did it again, enjoying the way his thighs twitched beneath his fingertips. He dragged his tongue lower, lapping through Kiyoomi’s wet folds before moving down to his dripping entrance. He swiped across it, moaning at the taste of Kiyoomi’s slick as it pooled on his tongue. He savoured it before he swallowed then dove right back in for more. The taste of Kiyoomi was addictive and he didn’t think he’d ever get enough. When he nudged his tongue inside, Kiyoomi rocked against his face with a breathy noise.
“Sound so pretty for me, Kiyo,” Motoya purred.
He trailed his tongue back up and circled it around Kiyoomi’s cock until his hips were twitching off the bed, so desperate for more. Motoya smirked, licking his slick-stained lips clean before wrapping them around his sweet little cock and sucking. Kiyoomi’s hips jerked up into his mouth and the prettiest moan slipped from his throat.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” Motoya praised as he humped his own cock against the sheets until he was drooling precum into his shorts. “I knew you’d love this.”
He sucked on his cock again, this time not pulling back when Kiyoomi rolled his hips and grinded against his tongue. Motoya slurped and suckled around him and groaned as Kiyoomi rutted his little cock into his mouth, sweet noises falling from his lips. Motoya’s eyes slipped shut as he flicked his tongue across the tip of his coc and tightened his lips around it. Kiyoomi’s moans were the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard and he wondered how his name would sound on his lips.
Then Kiyoomi’s hips stopped their frantic shaking and a sharp gasp cut through the room.
“Toya?”
Motoya’s eyes fluttered open and he gazed up at Kiyoomi who had a gorgeous, red blush across his cheeks. His hands were curled in the sheets and his eyes were wide, almost wild with panic as shaky breaths passed his lips.
“What’re you doing?” Kiyoomi whimpered.
Motoya raised his head and licked his lips then smiled at his cousin. “Kiyo. You don't need to look so worried. I was just appreciating how beautiful you are. You’re always so shy when you’re awake. You’ll barely even let me stare at you without scolding me. Let me show you how gorgeous you are.”
Kiyoomi’s chest heaved and he slowly shook his head.
“It’s okay, Kiyo. It’s just me, you don’t need to be scared,” Motoya cooed. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise.”
Kiyoomi gulped and choked over his words before sputtering out a timid, “No.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he pushed the heels of his hands into the mattress and tried to scramble away further up the bed, but Motoya tightened his arms around his thighs and dug his nails in until they bit into his skin. He dragged Kiyoomi back down the bed so he could kiss the tip of his cock, delighting in the way he squirmed.
“Stop,” Kiyoomi hiccuped as the tears began to fall.
“Don’t be like that, Kiyo,” Motoya soothed, rubbing his thumb against his thighs to calm him. “You were enjoying it before you woke up. You were fucking my mouth with your little cock.”
Kiyoomi sucked in a breath.
“Did it feel that good?” Motoya purred.
Kiyoomi shook his head.
Motoya chuckled and flicked his tongue across his cock before suckling on the head. Kiyoomi shifted his hips one way then the other, trying to escape Motoya’s mouth but he just buried his face deeper into his cunt until Kiyoomi bucked against his tongue and his pussy gushed.
“Your body’s so honest,” Motoya hummed as he lapped up the slick that was dripping down his chin. “You don’t need to fight it.”
He pulled Kiyoomi against his tongue and sloppily swiped it back and forth across his cock. Kiyoomi began to tremble beneath him and slapped a hand over his mouth when a choked moan slipped out. He reached his other hand down and wrapped his fingers in the hair on the front of Motoya’s head, trying to shove his face away, but Motoya grabbed his wrist and pinned it down against the bed.
“We can’t,” Kiyoomi whimpered as he tried to kick out his free leg, but his movements were weak from the way his body was shaking.
“It’s okay, Kiyo,” Motoya hushed.
“We’re cousins,” Kiyoomi choked.
Motoya smiled. “That doesn’t matter if it feels good, right?”
“It doesn’t—”
“Kiyo, you’re so wet,” Motoya interrupted. “You can’t tell me you’re not feeling good, baby.”
He collected more of Kiyoomi’s slick on his tongue before showing it to him. Kiyoomi’s cheeks burned crimson and he whimpered as Motoya swallowed.
“Toya.”
“You taste so good,” Motoya purred as he did it again.
Kiyoomi squeezed his eyes shut.
“I want you to watch me, Kiyo,” Motoya hummed, giving his thigh a squeeze when he kept his eyes closed. “Please?”
Kiyoomi slowly opened his eyes and peered at him.
“That’s it. That’s my good boy,” Motoya praised before leaning in and lavishing the head of his cock with his wet tongue, still stained with Kiyoomi’s cum.
He sucked on his cock again and Kiyoomi reached down with his other hand to try and push him away but Motoya was persistent. No matter how much Kiyoomi pushed his shoulder or tugged his hair, he didn't once let his lips leave his cunt.
Kiyoomi’s thighs clamped around his head but Motoya just pulled them apart and suckled on his cock, his lewd slurps making Kiyoomi shiver. He pulled him closer and smothered himself in Kiyoomi’s cunt, his tongue dragging down to lap up his slick then trailing back up.
Kiyoomi’s restrained whines soon turned to moans and the hand that’d been trying to push him away was now pulling him closer, wrapped tightly in his hair. Then Kiyoomi’s hips jerked and he went quiet again, his face adorably pink and flustered.
“Let yourself feel good,” Motoya said softly, encouraging Kiyoomi by grasping his hips and guiding them down against his tongue. “Take what you want.”
Kiyoomi looked tentative and his body had tensed but the way Motoya guided him soon had him rolling his hips and pressing back against his tongue. Motoya smiled when Kiyoomi’s body began to relax until he was melting into the mattress. He kept his tongue flat so his cousin could grind against it as much as he pleased.
“Toya— this is bad, we need to stop,” Kiyoomi gasped as he fucked his cock against his tongue.
But Motoya wasn’t even holding him down anymore, Kiyoomi had his grip on him instead, tugging his face against his pussy until he could barely breathe. Perfect. He’d happily suffocate between Kiyoomi’s thighs.
“You don’t seem like you want to stop,” Motoya grinned as he flicked his tongue to make Kiyoomi tremble. “Not with how you’re riding my tongue. Greedy boy.”
Kiyoomi keened as he met his eyes, looking so desperate and gorgeous that Motoya thought he might cum in his pants. All it took was one more rut of Kiyoomi’s cock against his tongue for him to start begging.
“Toya, my cock,” Kiyoomi babbled, tugging harder at his hair and making Motoya’s lashes flutter. “Suck my cock again.”
Motoya didn’t need to be told twice. He wrapped his lips around Kiyoomi’s pretty cock and sucked, watching through dipped lashes as Kiyoomi arched off the bed and bucked his hips against his face.
“C’mon, Kiyo. Fuck my face,” he panted as he humped his cock against the sheets, feeling it twitch when Kiyoomi held his head down and fucked up into his mouth.
Motoya slurped around him as Kiyoomi used his face and he groaned when he rolled his hips faster. He matched Kiyoomi’s movements with his own, rutting against the bed until his mind turned hazy. He watched Kiyoomi’s beautiful face twist with pleasure, his pink lips parting with each moan; it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. Then Kiyoomi was looking right back at him, cradling his face against cunt as he fucked his cock as deep as it’d go.
Motoya’s lips tightened and he swiped his tongue hard against the tip of Kiyoomi’s cock. A cry pulled from his throat and he tossed his head back against the pillow.
“Toya… Toya–ah,” Kiyoomi choked, his voice tight as his hips rose off the bed.
He held Motoya against his pussy, keeping his mouth and tongue on his cock for him to grind against as he came with a sweet moan.
His hips jerked as he squirted across Motoya’s face, coating it with his release, which dripped down to join the slick on his chin. At the same time, Motoya fucked his cock against the mattress and came in his shorts with a muffled groan, his eyes rolling back as his cock pulsed, spilling hot streams of sticky release into his pants.
Kiyoomi was shaking and his fingers slowly slipped from Motoya’s hair. He panted, trying to catch his breath and that’s when Motoya shifted and crawled up over him. Kiyoomi’s eyes were still glassy as Motoya leaned in to kiss him, capturing his pretty lips against his own before pressing his tongue inside and letting Kiyoomi taste himself.
Kiyoomi’s arms wrapped around his shoulders and he pulled him closer so he could press in deeper and suckle on Motoya’s tongue. When they drew away, they stayed close, noses brushing as they stared into eachothers’ eyes. Motoya cupped Kiyoomi’s cheek and stroked it with his thumb.
“Anytime you need reminding of how beautiful you are, I’m here,” Motoya cooed. “Whether you ask for it or not.”
Kiyoomi looked away shyly before murmuring a hushed, “Well, I’m asking for another reminder now.”
Motoya grinned and kissed the tip of his nose. “Anything for you, Kiyo.”