crowspace | Thread continuation for thetaintedsorrow.

[Even sleeping as deeply as he is, Chuuya can recognize the feeling of arousal, and he groans in his sleep, his rocking forward. He could probably sleep through it, but then poet-Chuuya really starts bobbing his head up and down, and Chuuya’s eyelids finally flutter open as his hands fly up to tangle in his boyfriend’s hair.

The sight he’s greeted with upon waking is nothing short of fucking sexy.]

Goddamn...good morning to you, too...

[Mission successful.

Poet-Chuuya's humming around mafia-Chuuya's cock could mean 'good morning', or it could mean 'I want to drive you wild before you've even gotten out of bed'. Either one, really. He certainly looks pleased.]

Fuck...

[Chuuya’s hips twitch as he tries to fight back the urge to thrust into poet-Chuuya’s mouth, his grip tightening in that pretty blonde hair just enough to hold on, but not to hurt.]

This is...haaahhh....nice...

[But part of him wants to connect on an even deeper level after last night.]

I wanna fuck you...or you could fuck me...

Edited 2018-01-31 18:14 (UTC)

[Reluctantly, poet-Chuuya pulls off mafia-Chuuya's cock. Sometimes you have to do difficult things like not suck your boyfriend dry so you can have something even better.

He licks his lips, just for whatever taste of mafia-Chuuya might be there.]

Fuck me. You can get me ready, or maybe you'd rather watch?

[Looking for a deeper connection doesn't mean poet-Chuuya can't still tease the hell out of him.]

I want to watch you ride your own fingers.

[Chuuya blurts that out, but hey, he’s horny as hell right now. Who needs subtlety? He reaches over to fish a bottle of lube out of his nightstand drawer and hands it to his boyfriend, hunger flashing in his eyes.]

Then I’ll fuck you any way you want.

[If Chuuya didn't want his boyfriend to be horny, he wouldn't have woken him up with a blowjob.]

Enjoy the show.

[He pulls his underwear off first, then slicks his fingers up with the lube. After making sure mafia-Chuuya has a great view, he lowers himself onto one of his fingers.]

Mmm...

[It's a little more awkward to ride his fingers than to thrust them inside himself, but not difficult. And how would he say no to mafia-Chuuya over anything?]

God, you’re so fucking sexy...

[Chuuya wraps a hand around his cock to stroke himself, groaning at the sight of his incredibly sexy boyfriend granting his request. He feels so spoiled...even if he really doesn’t deserve it.]

I can’t wait to be inside of you...

Me too, I want you to split me open -

[Chuuya adds a second finger, rocking down on both of them with a lewd sound.]

Nothing's as good as having you in me...

Shit...

[He can’t wait anymore, and he slides up behind his boyfriend and grabs both ass cheeks, kneading them with a cocky smirk.]

How should I fuck you?

[Poet-Chuuya isn't exactly one for patience either, so it's a relief when mafia-Chuuya makes a move.]

Bend me over and fuck me until I scream.

Fuck yes.

[Chuuya does just that, gently pushing his boyfriend into an all fours position before grabbing his hips and lining himself up with his entrance.]

I’m not gonna stop till you’re screaming my name.

[With that he thrusts balls deep inside of poet-Chuuya in one go, groaning at the tightness.]

[There's no way poet-Chuuya wouldn't groan at that, the sudden fullness so much better than the feeling of his own fingers.]

God, yes-

[He clenches his fingers tight into his boyfriend's sheets, nearly enough to tear.]

God...I missed this...

[It hasn’t even been that long, but every second he’s away from his boyfriend honestly feels like an eternity...

He pulls out to the tip before thrusting back in deeply, his nails digging into Poet-Chuuya’s hips just a bit.]

Say my name...

[Okay, their name, but still.]

[Mafia-Chuuya's the only one on poet-Chuuya's mind when he thrusts back in hard enough to make poet-Chuuya forget his own name, or at least that he shares it with-]

Chuuya, Chuuya-!

[His back arches, and he tries to push back against mafia-Chuuya to take him in even deeper.]

[Chuuya isn’t being soft about this, but he does add a bit of sweetness as he leans over his boyfriend and peppers kisses all over his shoulders. His thrusts are short but rough, because he wants to stay as close to poet-Chuuya as possible right now. His hands slide over that lean chest, thumbs brushing over his cute, pink nipples.]

Fuck...I can’t wait to see you bent over like this in that maid outfit...

[Just because it isn't gentle doesn't mean it isn't sweet. Poet-Chuuya loves being pounded into by his boyfriend like this, and the kisses and mafia-Chuuya's hands on his chest only make him mewl.]

I can't wait to bend over for you - oh god, right there-

[He might come without his cock even being touched. It's possible.]

[Chuuya chuckles, his voice a breathless whisper as he says his next words.]

Come for me~

[Punctuated by several deep, rough thrusts and Chuuya raking his nails down his boyfriend’s chest.]

[There's just no way poet-Chuuya could hold out at this point, even if he wanted to. His toes curl, his body shakes, and-]

Chuuya!!

[-he screams his boyfriend's name, as promised, as he comes hard enough to see stars.]

[Poet-Chuuya coming has his inner walls clamping down hard around Chuuya’s cock, and with a few more stutters of his hips he buries himself balls deep inside of his boyfriend and comes with a cry of his name.

This is the perfect way to connect on a level deeper than any he’s ever known, because not only does he love this physical closeness, but he also loves the way his heart pounds whenever Chuuya speaks his name, or even talks to him at all.]

I love you...

[He stays there for a moment, arms wrapped around his boyfriend as he tries to catch his breath.]

Edited 2018-02-03 21:19 (UTC)

[Chuuya feels absolutely no urge to separate from his boyfriend right now or to do anything about the come that he can feel leaking out of him.

He does feel an urge to flop on the bed, however. He just woke up and he's already tired.]

I love you too. We don't have to actually get up for a while, right?

Nope.

[Chuuya pulls out and flops onto the bed beside poet-Chuuya, a mile-wide grin on his face.]

We should do this every single day.

No complaints here.

[And now he's going to snuggle with his boyfriend, like he was tempted to do instead of the whole blowjob awakening thing.]

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