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Once a month, starting a couple days before he knows his period is on its way, Rohan grows a little hornier than usual. Perhaps it’s the heightened sensitivity (particularly in his breasts) or maybe it’s knowing that during that week he won’t be getting any. Regardless of what it is the facts don’t change. He knows his period is coming in a few days. He can tell by the way his breasts feel swollen and sensitive. He reaches a hand up to lightly cup himself, closing his eyes and exhaling a soft sigh at the contact.
Yep, that’s it.
He knows he could just wait for the feeling to pass. It’s bound to pass in a few hours. He could even occupy himself with something else—anything else—to get his mind off that sudden desperate need to get fucked.
But he doesn’t.
And he won’t.
See, it’s a been a few days, and he’s been feeling pretty lonely. This realization makes him opt out of simply masturbating to his heart’s content, instead reaching for the phone perched on the bedside table. He dials a number he knows by heart. He’s spent many lonely nights chatting with the boy on the other end of the line, touching himself to the sound of those soft, encouraging words often uttered into his ear. On those lonely nights where they aren’t on the phone together, Rohan’s sprawled out beneath him on this very bed, panting and moaning and biting into the pillow as Josuke fucks into him, offering compliments and praise and lots of other nonsense left and right (all of which Rohan soaks up and revels in).
It only takes 3 rings for Josuke to answer the phone, 5 sentences for Rohan to explain his problem, and 7 minutes for Josuke to be ready and out the door of his house, on his way to see Rohan.
“Do we have time?” Josuke asked.
“You’re not going to fuck me for 3 hours, are you? Of course we have time,” Rohan said.
Rohan likes to play it safe, and since this thing between the two of them isn’t official he hasn’t given Josuke a key, so he heads downstairs to leave the door unlocked while he waits for Josuke in his room. Since he’s so eager he does away with his usual lounging clothes and instead thumbs through the hangers in the closet, humming as he skips past purples and whites until his fingers land on a green dress shirt with white stripes vertically running along it. It’s an over-sized shirt, and with no underwear on, he knows Josuke will love this look. The sleeves are too long and the top exposes his collar, threatening to slip over the side of his shoulder, but he doesn’t mind. It’ll be done away with anyway.
Rohan stands before the mirror to slowly button it up, leaving the top button undone for appearances sake. He brings the cuff of the shirt to his nose and inhales, pleased by the scent of clean laundry mixed with a more familiar, homey scent. It’s the same one that hangs around every room in this house, especially on the bed and a particular recliner in the living room (Rohan doesn’t know why he’s so fond of that chair—why he always has to sit on that one. It’s a bother when Rohan wants to cuddle). It’s a scent that turns him on and makes him more impatient.
He lays back on the bed and closes his eyes, pressing his thighs together as he thinks of large hands running along his sides, appreciating his soft curves. He thinks of a voice low in his ear, whispering to him how beautiful he is—how everything about him is erotic and seductive. It’s all words he’s heard before, and he can picture them so clearly he can’t help but reach up a hand once again and squeeze his own breast.
“So sensitive, sweetheart.”
He can hear it in his head so vividly that he feels himself grow warmer and wetter between his legs. He bites back a small moan, easing up on his sensitive chest to reach lower. Rohan does it just the way he does, keeping his thighs together while his fingers nudge between them to first just tease around his clit, then slowly start to massage it.
“You love it, don’t you? You’re so wet for me.”
Rohan slips his index finger into himself and slowly feels around himself, rutting against his own hand. He turns his head to the side and gasps into a pillow, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to finger-fuck himself. As per usual, his free hand reaches up to cover his mouth so he can muffle his embarrassing sounds.
“Don’t be like that. Let me hear you.”
“Aaahh, fuck ,” Rohan curses, once again rubbing his clit in slow circles just like he does it; teasing, slow, and torturous until Rohan is pleading—
“Starting without me? I mean, I don’t mind watching since you’re hot as fuck. You really that needy?” The sound of Josuke’s voice startles Rohan and he quickly pulls his hand away from his pussy, cheeks flushed from arousal and the embarrassment of being caught touching himself.
“Obviously,” Rohan huffs out. Josuke doesn’t say anything more, but he doesn’t have to. That stupid, smug grin on his face tells Rohan everything he needs to know. Thankfully Josuke just climbs onto the bed and hovers over Rohan. He stares down at him for a few seconds, running his hands up along Rohan’s sides in that way Rohan loves before leaning in, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“I missed you. Y’know you can call me whenever, right?” Josuke mumbles, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Rohan’s neck.
“Don’t you have classes?” Rohan raises an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, but I don’t mind skipping out for this ,” he says, grinding his lower body against Rohan’s to emphasize what he means, all the while starting to suck on the last spot he kissed.
“Don’t leave any marks,” Rohan raises his voice a little, almost chastising.
“Right, I forgot. Sorry about that, babe,” Josuke apologizes, and Rohan knows he means it by that look in his eyes.
(He’s so sweet. Sometimes Rohan really wishes Josuke was his boyfriend.)
Rohan just hums in response, slipping his eyes shut and moving his arms around Josuke’s chest, pulling the younger man in closer until their chests are nearly pressed flush against each other. Rohan keeps in mind to leave some space to spare his poor, sensitive chest, craning his neck a little to initiate a kiss. Josuke uses one forearm to keep himself propped over Rohan, his other hand resting at Rohan’s waist, pressing him down into the bed as they kiss.
The kiss is slow and easy at first, but the tempo quickly grows when Rohan bites down on Josuke’s lower lip and Josuke gasps. Rohan takes advantage of that moment of weakness and flicks their tongues together, moaning into Josuke’s mouth, continuing the kiss sloppily until Josuke’s hand slides up from Rohan’s waist to his chest. He squeezes one of the sensitive mounds and Rohan whimpers, arching into the younger’s touch.
“Holy shit,” Josuke pulls back, smirking. “You’re more sensitive than usual.”
“I know. I normally just ignore it, but I really needed you today,” Rohan explains.
“I’ll take care of you,” Josuke promises, and even if it is self-serving, he can’t help but feel endeared by how genuine Josuke sounds when he says it.
Josuke wastes no more time and gets to work unbuttoning Rohan’s shirt. He’s careful to hold back his eagerness to not pop the buttons off of it, and smiles in satisfaction as slowly more of Rohan’s skin is revealed to him. He doesn’t remove the shirt from the other man entirely, instead parting it just enough to reveal his breasts. They’re small enough that Rohan more often than not skips out on wearing a binder (especially on days like today where they feel achy and swollen).
Josuke’s never really cared about any of that. He likes Rohan the way he is. He’s perfect. He’s groaned and whispered it into the artist’s ear dozens of times. He wonders if Rohan realizes he truly means it, hoping that maybe one day he’ll have more chances to say it than just when they’re in bed together like this.
Josuke lays his hands flat over Rohan’s chest, his thumbs resting over his nipples. He slowly brushes over them, over and over, until they’re hard beneath his touch. Rohan’s looking up at him with a small smile and an unfocused gaze. Josuke thinks he looks cute like that. He wants to see it more so he continues, giving the nubs beneath his fingers a little pinch and tug, marveling at the reaction it spur from Rohan.
Rohan whines and arches beneath Josuke, eyes closing for a moment as he presses his chest harder against Josuke, silently pleading for more. Josuke offers mercy and (after a quick squeeze which has Rohan sighing softly), he lowers his head to Rohan’s chest, first pressing a kiss on a cute pink nipple, then laving his tongue over it. Repeatedly. He does it similar to the way he so often works his tongue over Rohan’s pussy—broad licks relentless over the pink flesh until Rohan’s fingers are digging into the back of Josuke’s pompadour and he’s moaning shamelessly, that usual stubborn pride of his forgotten whenever Josuke touches him. Be it is tongue, hands, or cock, Rohan doesn’t care. He can never get enough.
Josuke offers the same treatment to Rohan’s other nipple, and while he’s worshipping it with his mouth his fingers return to playing with the other one, rubbing and pinching until finally Rohan is groaning lowly and shuddering beneath him—cumming just from having his nipples and breasts played with.
“You want more?” Josuke asks, lips slick and a little puffy from all the attention he’s given Rohan.
While Josuke pulls back to do away with his shirt, Rohan settles himself on his side, hooking his arm under his leg to spread himself open, casting a glare in Josuke’s direction.
“Of course. Hurry up and do what I invited you to do in the first place.”
Josuke bites his lower lip. He’s… conflicted. More than anything, Josuke enjoys being gentle with Rohan. He likes taking it slow, appreciating the older man’s body—really making love to him (Rohan would probably laugh in his face if he ever heard him call it that). Rohan seems to enjoy it the exact opposite. He wants things hard and fast and rough. He wants to get off quickly and kick Josuke out as soon as he can.
And Josuke knows why it has to be this way. He knows his desires are an impossibility, but that doesn’t stop bim from yearning.
“Please?”
The way Rohan looks at him—lashes heavy and fluttering and lips in a cute pout—there’s no way Josuke can say no. He lines his cock up with Rohan’s entrance, sucking in a breath at how hot and warm it feels against his tip, and slowly starts to push in. Rohan’s reaction is immediate. He moans and snakes an arm back around Josuke’s head, fingers once again digging into his hair. Josuke lets go of his cock to hold Rohan’s leg up, pushing until his thighs are resting against Rohan’s ass. Rohan clenches around him and Josuke moans against his neck, kissing the soft skin there.
“Tell me when you’re ready—”
“Just fuck me already. Hard. Like you mean it,” Rohan says.
Josuke nods and narrows his eyes, focusing on not getting too lost in how amazing it feels to be inside Rohan. He’s so hot and tight and wet it’s almost hard not to cum right away, but remembering he has to please Rohan first keeps him at bay. He does what Rohan wants and pulls all the way out before slamming back in, and he keeps up like that, pleased at how the older man cries out and shifts back against him as if he’s trying to get it even deeper.
Rohan’s left speechless now. The only sounds that come out of him are are the moans Josuke fucks out of him as he lays back against Josuke’s chest and enjoys the way the younger man’s cock rubs against his walls and presses against just the right places. He pistons his hips with an increasing speed and strength and he wishes he could get a good view of how Rohan must look now, mouth hanging open as he moans and eyes unfocused as Josuke fucks him mercilessly. Josuke himself isn’t much quieter, but he doesn’t want to hear himself, he wants to hear Rohan, so he takes to kissing along Rohan’s neck to bask in the sounds of the artist’s pleasure.
Once again Rohan craves release, and he feels it inch closer with every smack of Josuke’s thighs against his own, so to bring himself closer to the edge he lets of of Josuke’s hair to instead rub his clit while Josuke fucks him. He’s overwhelmed by how instant his pleasure heightens and in seconds he’s cumming again, squeezing around Josuke’s cock and moaning his name breathlessly.
Josuke briefly pulls out (much to Rohan’s disappointment), but it’s only to adjust their position. He stands off of the bed and flips Rohan onto his back, this time moving his leg around his waist while he holds Rohan’s thigh with the other, pushing it back against the bed. He thrusts into Rohan yet again, and thrusts shallowly and slowly now. Rohan doesn’t mind. He’s sensitive now and needs the break.
“You satisfied?” Josuke asks, gently massaging Rohan’s thigh as he continues to slowly rock into him. Josuke is. Just watching Rohan like this, the way his back arches in pure pleasure, the red in his cheeks and the unsteady focus of his gaze boosts Josuke’s ego. He honestly feels like he’s high on cloud nine just from making Rohan feel this good. Seeing him like this… Josuke loves it.
He wishes it could be like this always.
(He wants to say it—to whisper into Rohan’s ear something like “I wish I could fuck you forever”. And in this same fantasy Rohan would moan in agreement. He’d dig his nails into Josuke’s back and beg him to make him cum.)
“Mmmn, yeah… This is exactly what I needed,” Rohan says. He still moans softly each time Josuke thrusts back inside, his hands digging into the sheets above his head as a means of bracing himself. He’s so deliriously lost in the pleasure that he doesn’t even notice when the bedroom door opens followed by a cough to grab their attention. He doesn’t notice until the sound of something hitting the floor startles both him and Josuke, who turn toward the door in shock to see Rohan’s boyfriend standing there.
~
Yoshikage Kira has a very simple yet enjoyable life. He works 5 days a week at a mostly 9 to 5 job. He more often than not stays over time because he enjoys making sure all of his work is done perfectly, but also because being in the office soothes him. When he gets home he has dinner, more often than not prepared by his boyfriend. His dear boyfriend is the small oddity in his otherwise mundane life, but Kira doesn’t mind. Rohan is often brash and rude, but he can also be kind. He is good company—mature and intelligent. He isn’t particularly needy or attention seeking.
Or so Kira thought.
The very last thing Kira expects to see when he gets home from work on a rare early day is to enter the bedroom he shares with his boyfriend to see him getting fucked by some other man. He’s shocked and angry. Offended, too, and he has so many questions he doesn’t even know where to begin and why is that little bastard still fucking his boyfriend with him in the room?
But then it dawns on him that this isn’t surprising at all. Rohan has always enjoyed being called a slut and a whore and a slew of other degrading names. He should’ve guessed it was because it’s true.
Kira’s anger, surprisingly enough (and oh does he so wish to get his hands around that other man’s neck and choke the life right out of him for daring to touch what’s his ), is surpassed by arousal when he sees the look on Rohan’s face. He’s embarrassed and ashamed. Are those tears he sees? Kira wants to laugh. How cute.
The other man (Josuke, he’s discerned that must be his name since Rohan just mumbled it under his breath) continues to fuck Rohan. He even meets Kira’s gaze and starts driving into him a little harder, pulling the sweetest of wails out from Rohan’s lips. Before Kira even realizes it, he’s hard too.
He supposes there’s only one way to resolve this issue.
Kira walks over to the bed and climbs onto it, kneeling by Rohan’s head. Rohan looks a funny mix of confused and pleased as Josuke still fucks him, but Kira offers no immediate answers. He cups Rohan’s chin and rubs a thumb over his lower lip, eyes glowing when Rohan dips his tongue out to lick his finger.
“We’ll discuss this later, but for now I’d like to get my fair share. You’re my boyfriend after all,” Kira says, tone biting. He looks at Josuke when he says that last bit, and Josuke just frowns at him in return.
‘This is Rohan’s boyfriend? He’s kind of a dick,’ Josuke thinks.
Rohan nods at Kira and closes his eyes, focusing on the heat furling up in his lower abdomen once again. Getting caught and getting into trouble… He can’t believe that’s turned him on all the more. When he opens his eyes he’s met with Kira’s cock just by his face. He bites his lip at the sight of Kira slowly stroking himself while staring down at him, but also to hold in a low whine.
“I don’t know why I was surprised at first. You’re a little slut, after all,” Kira says, watching in amusement at how precum drips from the tip of his dick and onto Rohan’s face. Rohan doesn’t even do anything about it other than moan and clench around Josuke’s dick yet again.
“Here, Kitten, help me out,” Kira grabs a hold of Rohan’s hand and holds it, guiding it to his cock. “Use your mouth too, sweetheart. I don’t want to hear you moaning from another man fucking you,” Kira says. Rohan doesn’t protest and props himself up a little, stroking the base of Kira’s dick while he kisses and licks along it, then pops the head into his mouth and starts sucking, humming around it.
Josuke sits there in shock of all that has transpired. Rohan and his boyfriend clearly have an odd relationship. There’s something about the blond man that rubs Josuke the wrong way, but it could just be his own jealous getting to him. Regardless, he won’t make this easy for Kira. Boyfriend or not, Josuke was here first. There was a reason Rohan always came to Josuke, right? Kira must suck at this. Josuke resumes a steadier, faster pace, which in turn makes Rohan moan around the cock in his mouth and throw him off his balance entirely.
For Rohan, this is overwhelming. He’s taking two cocks—one of his boyfriend and the other of his lover. He never expected something like this to happen, and although he’s humiliated he’s enjoying every moment of it. He feels so… so wanted . They both want to fuck him. They both want him. He’s never felt so desired in his life. It’s a realization that spurs him to suck more earnestly, to grind his hips back against Josuke’s
He maintains some semblance of control until it seems Kira’s fed up with the lackluster blowjob.
“You’re focusing too much on him,” Kira says, grabbing Rohan’s hair and pulling his face closer as he starts thrusting into his mouth. He gives no warning and he is by no means gentle. It’s obviously uncomfortable for Rohan and Josuke wants to stop him, but then Rohan’s squeezing tighter around him and his eyes are rolling back. When he opens them they’re bleary with tears but he stares up at Kira with an affection he wishes Rohan would spare for him.
Rohan’s continuously clenching around him now and he knows he must be close again. Josuke is too, finally, and when Rohan’s back arches and his faces loses all that built up tension, insides squeezing around Josuke’s cock. He even squirts a little this time and Josuke thinks that’s the hottest thing he’s ever witnessed. It’s so sudden how it covers both of their thighs that Josuke just can’t help it. He cums inside Rohan with a groan, weakly thrusting a few more times before he pulls out, making Rohan whine even more against the dick in his mouth.
“How many times have you cum today? Cumming just from getting your mouth and pussy filled… You really are a sweet little whore,” Kira says.
“Don’t call him a whore,” Josuke replies, still panting and red-faced but composed enough to talk back to Kira.
“Do not tell me how to speak to my boyfriend. He likes it. You love being degraded, don’t you darling?” Kira asks, pulling his cock out of Rohan’s mouth for him to answer.
“I love it, Daddy ,” Rohan’s voice sounds a little hoarse from how long he’s been moaning mixed with the abuse his throat just endured.
“Good boy. Now finish me off,” Kira demands.
Rohan sits up and shaky arms and knees, reaching up to take a hold of Kira’s dick and stroke him roughly. He kneels before him with his mouth open and tongue waiting until finally thick white spurts leave Kira’s cock to splash onto Rohan’s chest and face. He swallows the bit that lands on his tongue. Josuke marvels at the mess Rohan looks like—cum on his face and chest and dripping down his thighs. He’s a sight to behold, that’s for sure.
“Rest and take a break now, Rohan. I’m not done playing with you yet. You,” Kira nods toward Josuke. “Do you want to continue fucking his pussy or would you like to take his ass next?”
Josuke thinks for a moment.
“Well, doesn’t it feel better for him in his pussy?” Josuke asks. Kira laughs.
“He loves it no matter where you fuck him.”
Josuke raises an eyebrow before taking a glance at Rohan. Rohan looks away and nods, cheeks flaring red again.
“You can have his ass. I like seeing his face when we have sex,” Rohan’s blush turns to an impossibly deeper shade of red as Josuke smiles at him. Kira’s laughing once again.
“Of course you do. How cute. Regardless, I’m glad you said that, as I’m rather fond of taking him from behind,” Kira says, tracing his fingers down Rohan’s forearm, to his hand which he takes into his own, squeezing gently. “What do you want, Kitten?”
“I don’t care how. I just want you both.”
They both gladly give it to him.