A/N: short and spicy update ft. two dorks falling for each other. shortest update I've ever done but I hope you like it still. ✨Smut warning ✨

It had all happened so fast. 

At least, that's what Shota would like to allow himself to believe. The truth of the matter is that the tension between them had been building to a near suffocating high for the last week, at least. There'd been an unspoken agreement to take things slow, soft touches here and chaste kisses there. He'd been enjoying the intense intimacy of it all and everything seemed to have been going smoothly---that's why he doesn't quite understand how things had managed to come to this. 

And by 'this', he's referring to the dilemma of Masaru going down on him like a starved man. 

Perhaps the term dilemma is a bit dramatic; it isn't like he hadn't been the one to spread his legs for him. He supposes he's just rather confused as to how they'd ended up in this position, thighs spread apart pressed against his abdomen while Masaru's tongue flicks and swirls over his clit. 

Well, he supposes that was a lie as well. 

It was only supposed to be a bit of harmless flirting---a soft brush of his lips against Masaru's mating gland and a hand gliding across the older omega's chest as he whispers something not-so-innocent in his ear. Soft touches turned into groping. Those sweet whispers melted into wanton moans. 

In hindsight, it was inevitable. 

The only surprising part about it all should be just how amazing Masaru is with his tongue. 

"E-Easy, baby---fuck, yeahhh~" 

His fingers tangle into Masaru's hair, pressing the megane's face flush against the lips of his cunt until those sinful lips wrap around the sensitive nub of his clit. He gently suckles around him, even as Shota's shaky hand tries to half-heartedly pull him off. 

Masaru meets his gaze with unbridled fire and slurps. 

Shota can't find the strength to look away, brows pinched tightly as he tries to focus on anything other than the intense pleasure thrilling up and down his spine. A hiss leaves him unbidden as it becomes a bit much to handle, jaw falling open as he frantically begins to rut against his lover's face. 

"O-Oh my fuckin'---shit, Masaru, you're gonna make me cum, baby." He breathes out in warning but Masaru does little more than flick his tongue against Shota in slow, firm and deliberate circles. No matter how harsh the tugs against his hair become or how aggressive Shota begins to ride his face, he never looks away. 

If Shota didn't know any better, he'd think that his constant squirming and spouting filth was encouraging him.

Then again, who's to say that he knows any better at all? 

"You like when I ride that pretty face, baby? Want me to cream all over that gorgeous mouth? Yes, fuck---fucking perfect tongue. " He gasps, feeling his orgasm approach him like a slow rolling wave. His entire body breaks into tremors, hands tightly fisted in mousy brown locks. "You're so fuckin' good, Masa, fuck! Wanna make you fuckin' cum too---wanna play with your pretty tits and rub that sweet clit on mine until you cum for me. Can I do that for you? Be good for you?" 

Masaru releases Shota with a wet kiss to the lips of his cunt, licking his lips with a devious glint in his eyes. Shota shrinks in on himself as Masaru's slim body prowls over his own. He's never felt so small before---not even with Hizashi and he was twice Masaru's size. 

"I have every intention on fucking you, love, but listening to you beg for me is the sweetest song I've ever heard." His voice is like warm, dark honey chasing down Shota's ear, lips ghosting against his mating gland as a teasing smirk plays over his lips. Shota had never thought Masaru could be so…

Lewd?

Promiscuous? 

Downright fucking sinful?

"I almost want to just keep teasing you so I can listen to that beautiful voice beg me some more---" 

"But I can feel your pussy throbbing against me. You don't wanna make yourself wait any longer, either." Shota teases, reaching down between them to slide his finger over Masaru's clit and between slick, slippery lips to curl inside of him. "God, you're so fuckin' wet. You got that wet just from tasting me, baby?" 

Masaru giggles and Shota feels a full-bodied shiver overtake him as Masaru grinds down against his fingers. "Pleasuring you makes me feel so...alive. The beautiful sounds you make and the way your thighs shake and quiver? How sweet your pussy tastes when I kiss it? The look in your eyes that you get when I let you ride my face? Baby, you're so perfect---all I want is to make you cum so hard that you scream for me." 

He catches Shota's lips with his own and Shota can taste himself on Masaru's tongue, fingers leaving him with a wet squelch. His hands grope and squeeze at Masaru's backside to pull him closer but Masaru seems to have other plans, gripping Shota by the hips and practically folding him in half as he slots their bodies together. 

The first glide of Masaru's cunt over his own has him squealing. 

"There we are, lovely." The older man breathes with a sigh of satisfaction. He grinds down with a roll of his hips and Shota can hear the slick splashing out of his own cunt,  lip pulled tight between his teeth. "Good boy, keep those pretty legs open for me." 

Shota's trembling hands hold tight to Masaru's arms as the brunette begins a steady rhythm, toes curling and nails digging into his skin with every gut-tightening jolt of pleasure. Their bodies make the most obscene noises he's ever heard, wet and sticky against one another and growing louder with every push of Masaru's hips. 

Shota mutely thinks to himself that alphas are ultimately useless. 

He's never felt such spine-bending pleasure from an alpha's cock---or fingers or tongue, for that matter. Always having to give play by play instructions on how to make him feel good only to have them still be mediocre at best. Sex with an alpha was bearable. 

Sex with Masaru was euphoric. 

He knows all of Shota's most sensitive spots without ever even asking and while Shota's never been a fan of talking during sex, Masaru's sweet, sultry voice in his ear makes him so wet that he begins to wonder if he's somehow gone into heat. He doesn't slam and grind into him so roughly that it hurts. 

Shota thinks he might fall in love at this rate, if he wasn't head over heels already.  

"F-Faster, Masa, please---" 

"Like this, darling?" 

"Fuck, yes, fuck me like that!" 

"Mmhm~" 

Shota's eyes roll back, finally tearing his gaze away from Masaru's as the white hot feeling in his gut grows to a rolling boil. 

"G-Gonna cum, Masaru, please don't stop!" 

"Oh, baby, I wouldn't dare. Go on, cum for me so I can keep fucking you until you cum again." He quickens the swivel of his hips and Shota cries out with a string of obscenities, back arching up from the bed. Masaru leans down to catch the pink, swollen nubs of his nipples between his lips and teases at them with the tip of his tongue. Shota's wanton moans crescendo into near screams, body convulsing violently until he seizes altogether and nearly bucks Masaru off of him with the force of his orgasm.

"A-Ah, fuckfuckfuck !" 

"That's it, baby, good boy! Oh wow, you're so pretty when you cum~" 

Shota gasps, unable to catch his breath as he's bullied into bittersweet overstimulation. He's screaming Masaru's name, fingers tangled into the sheets as he scrambles for anything to take purchase of. His sweat slick body trembles uncontrollably and he tries to close his legs but Masaru's body between them makes it impossible. 

All he's able to do is lay there and take it. 

"It's okay, h-honey, I'm right here. Just a little bit more; we're almost there." Masaru assures him, breathing out a stuttering breath as his own orgasm comes crashing down on him in waves. Even still he doesn't stop, not until Shota's screaming at the top of his lungs and splashing sweet-smelling slick over them both. 

His hips finally slow to a halt and Shota drops back onto the bed in a panting, sweaty, cum-covered mess. 

"Holy fuck…" he whimpers, shuddering as Masaru's lips kiss and suck at his mating gland. Their bodies are pressed against one another, Masaru giggling at Shota's fucked out and dazed expression as he settles on his chest. "I'd ask if you enjoyed that but I think I may already have an answer." He teases and Shota, with what little strength he has left, snorts out a weak laugh. "Wasn't expecting something that intense out of you." He mumbles. 

"Oh? That's odd considering the fact that I was going easy on you." 

"Easy?" 

"Mhm. I could have made you cum so hard that you'd cry but that hardly seemed fair to you when you were already so overwhelmed." 

Shota lifts his head to look down at Masaru in shock. The megane stares back with mild confusion. 

"What?" 

And Shota bubbles into laughter, head falling back against the pillows with a fond shake. "God, I didn't know you were such a horny little freak. " 

"You'd be disappointed in me if you'd been able to read the thoughts I've been having about you; they're filthy." 

"Now why would that disappoint me, baby?" 

Masaru rolls them over, holding Shota tightly against his chest. He minutely wonders if this is what it's like to be high on someone, never wanting to be without them. Obsessed with the feeling of their skin against his own. 

"I decline to answer that. Respectfully." 

"That your way of telling me you're a kinky bastard? Respectfully."

"Mmm not unless you're willing to find out first hand. Respectfully." 

Their eyes meet for a moment and Shota bursts into laughter when Masaru flashes a smile at him. It's short lived; Masaru silencing him with sweet and soft kisses against his lips as his fingers card through shaggy, long hair. Shota feels peace within Masaru. He wonders if it was meant for twenty-five years to go by before they'd found one another.

"Hm. Are the kids gonna be out for a while?" 

Shota looks over at the digital clock on the nightstand.

"About another hour, why?" 

A mischievous smirk spreads across Masaru's face. 

"An hour, huh?" 

"What are you up to, Masa?" 

"Oh, nothing. Just wanted to...maybe introduce you to some of those nasty thoughts I've been having." He says, low and sultry. Shota let's out an ugly snort of laughter but doesn't stop Masaru from climbing on top of him again. 

Maybe he should call Hitoshi and have him take Eri to see a movie. 

Or two.