Kaito’s room was dim, lit only by a small desk lamp in the corner, casting a warm glow. Everything was in order: books stacked perfectly on the shelf, a clean mug on the nightstand, the bed made with a dark gray quilt stretched with military precision. The air smelled clean and faintly of dry coffee and aftershave.
Kaito sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Haru, who stood framed in the doorway, his damp hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes fixed on him. They were both completely naked, and the silence was heavy but not uncomfortable. Haru took a few steps forward and dropped to his knees in front of him. He kissed his abdomen slowly, then rose to reach his mouth. Kaito hugged him with wet arms and gently pulled him onto the bed.
They lay down together. Haru on his back, legs opened gently, and Kaito beside him, stroking his thigh.
“I don’t know if I can,” Haru murmured, turning his head. “I’ve already come twice.”
Kaito didn’t say anything. He simply sat up. The warm light highlighted the shine of his torso. He turned slowly and leaned over the bed, lifting his ass bit by bit until his hole was level with Haru’s soft cock.
“Then don’t do anything,” he said, his voice rough. “Just feel.”
He moved his hips gently so that his moist hole could brush against Haru’s still-warm glans. He rubbed slowly, with intent, pressing softly against the heated skin, as if giving it a slow massage. Haru closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
The friction was perfect. Kaito pressed and slid his hole along the shaft and the tip of the cock, which began to swell again. The glans regained its shape, and Haru felt a hot current shoot up his back.
“Does it hurt?” Kaito asked.
“No. I’m getting harder than before.”
“That’s what I wanted.”
Kaito lifted himself a little more, looking over his shoulder, his face flushed. His cock hung between his thighs: long, tense. From the tip, thick strands of precum dripped onto the clean sheets.
“You know how long I’ve wanted this?” Kaito asked.
Haru shook his head, panting.
“Since the second week we started living together,” Kaito confessed, unmoving, his voice even lower now.
Haru looked at him from behind, still not moving. Kaito held the pose—arched back, raised ass, cock dangling between his legs, dripping a continuous thread of clear liquid that was already forming a puddle on the sheets.
Haru leaned in and slowly stroked his buttocks. He squeezed one and gently spread it. The hole was still wet, opened from earlier friction, twitching at the slightest touch. Haru lowered his gaze, swallowed hard, and brought two fingers to his lips to moisten them.
He began to explore with just one.
His index finger pressed carefully against Kaito’s entrance, who gasped immediately and rested his forehead on the bedspread. It wasn’t the first time someone touched him like that, but it was the first time he truly wanted it done with such patience.
“Too much?” Haru whispered.
“Don’t stop.”
The finger slid in little by little. Haru felt it warm and slick on the outside, tight and firm on the inside. He pushed in slowly, up to the second knuckle, and held it there, rotating gently. Kaito let out a low moan, and his cock pulsed with a fresh stream of precum that ran down to the base.
Haru leaned in further, using his other hand to stroke him, wrapping his fingers around the thin, curved shaft that vibrated between them.
“You’re about to come without even being touched inside,” he murmured, smiling against his skin.
“Don’t hold back,” Kaito gasped. “Keep going…”
Haru pushed the finger in deeper, brushing against the exact spot that made Kaito’s hips tremble. Another thick thread spilled from his cock and moistened Haru’s hand. He brought it to his mouth and tasted it with curiosity. It was softer and thicker than he’d imagined.
Then he carefully withdrew his finger, leaving the hole slick and open.
Kaito turned over slowly and lay on his back, spreading his legs. He looked at him with half-lidded eyes, offering his body without reservation, his hole moist and lightly pulsing. Haru positioned himself between his thighs, caressed his chest, and leaned in to kiss his nipples.
“Open me. I want to feel everything,” Kaito whispered.
Haru spat into his hand, slicked up his cock, and gripped it firmly. He placed the head at Kaito’s entrance and, with gentle pressure, began to ease in. Kaito gasped loudly, his body shivering.
The thick head began to sink in, stretching him. Kaito’s brow furrowed, his face tense, but his eyes never left Haru’s. He kept pushing slowly, until his entire length was buried inside.
“Your cock is so thick…” Kaito groaned.
“And you’re so hot inside,” Haru whispered.
He held still for a few seconds, savoring the warmth, the tight pressure that wrapped around him completely. Then he started to move, first slow, then with more rhythm. Kaito’s hips lifted to meet him.
The dull slap of their bodies mixed with wet moans. Kaito let out short, broken sounds as his curved cock leaked even more precum across his own stomach. Every thrust shook him to the core.
Haru leaned over him, planted his hands on the mattress, and kissed him hard, never breaking rhythm. Kaito clung to his shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist.
“Fuck… fuck, don’t stop…” he panted.
“I’m gonna come,” Haru whispered into his ear.
“Do it… don’t pull out. Come inside me.”
Haru closed his eyes, grabbed Kaito’s hips, and drove in deeper. With a long groan, he came inside him, powerful pulses making Kaito’s hole clench even tighter.
And then Kaito cried out. His cock pulsed and released thick jets of cum that hit his chest, neck, face, and lips. The final spurt landed on his closed eyelid. He laughed breathlessly.
“You came three times in a row, and you were worried…” he whispered.
Still panting, Haru collapsed on top of him and kissed his forehead.
“And you… what was that explosion?”
“I’d been holding it back so long… I couldn’t anymore.”
They stayed like that, wrapped around each other, covered in cum, catching their breath like time had frozen.
“Does this change things?” Haru asked.
“Of course,” Kaito replied. “Now I don’t think I can sleep without you next to me.”
They remained there, embraced by warmth, skin, and satisfied desire. They were no longer just roommates. They had explored each other, tested each other, and at the center of a perfectly made bed, they had discovered one another with a clarity that couldn’t be undone.
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