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Mikey and Takemichi had been sitting in Shinichiro’s shop for what felt like hours now, it was Sunday and the shop itself was closed, but Shinichiro let Mikey have a key so he could use his tools to work on his bike when needed. That’s what they were doing now, well, Mikey was trying to teach Takemichi how to work on a bike now that he finally had one, and by teaching, he was really just having Takemichi do most of the work while he told him what to do.
Takemichi groaned as he sat back, letting go of the tool in his hand. “I don’t know why you called me over to help, Draken could’ve had this done faster.”
“Because you have to learn how to fix your bike, so it’s good practice to work on mine,” Mikey responded at his place by the toolbox, ensuring Takemichi was using the right tools. “Besides, Ken-chin was busy today, the brothel needed his help with a few repairs.”
Takemichi ran a hand through his hair, which was loose for once from the lack of gel. “Honestly, I’m more likely to get pregnant before I get this.” He laughed at his joke and looked at Mikey, waiting for him to laugh.
Except he didn’t get one.
See, the joke is, because he can’t get pregnant, he’d never figure out how to repair a bike because he couldn’t get pregnant first. It was supposed to be funny, a little ha, ha, you’re so dumb Takemitchy.
“You think so, Takemitchy?”
Mikey didn’t think so apparently.
“ Mikey, Mikey- fuck! Please~! ”
Takemichi held onto the back of the couch like a lifeline, his body bouncing forward each time Mikey thrust into him, only to be quickly pulled back onto his cock, his hands gripping his hips tight enough to bruise, ensuring he couldn’t go far. He rested his cheek against the back of the couch while he reached back with one hand, weakly trying to grasp and hold onto Mikey’s thigh or hip, anything he could grab onto. He had already been filled three times, and a small pool of his own come below him adding to the mess they were making, his body could only handle so much.
“Please, what, Tak-eh-mitchy~?” Mikey pressed his cock in as deep as he could go, letting Takemitchy grab onto his thigh in an attempt to hold him in place, and just slowly rocked his hips against him, knowing he was pressed right up against his sweet spot, grinding as deep into him as he could just to make it that much harder for the man below him to think. His thighs were now sticky from the come that was already running down the back of Takemitchy’s thighs, filled with more come than his hole could possibly handle, with more squeezing out beside his cock as he pressed his hips against him. “I thought you wanted this, acting so dumb earlier with the bike repairs.” He stilled his hips finally, but kept his cock deep in his hole, keeping him stretched out and throbbing around his cock.
Takemichi was panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath, whining when he realized Mikey stopped moving, despite the fact he had grabbed at him to try to get him to stop. “That’s not… I… Mikey, it was just a joke …” He rocked his hips slowly, trying to fuck himself back onto Mikey’s cock, his toes curling when he hit his sweet spot.
Mikey moved his hands up Takemichi’s sides, pressing his chest against his back as he leaned down to kiss and nip the skin behind the younger’s ear. “Jokes are supposed to be funny.” He didn’t wait for the dark-haired man to respond before he started pinching and rolling his nipples, fucking into him once more, quick and deep, keeping him filled up as much as he could while beginning to chase his high. “Are you telling me you haven’t thought about me filling you up? Stuffing you with so much of me that your body is forced to adapt and let me breed you properly? Fuck you full of my babies so no one can ever doubt that you’re mine and that we’re meant to be?”
Takemichi had given up on holding Mikey’s thigh and instead wrapped his arm up and around to hold the back of Mikey’s head, keeping him close as the older man pounded him into the sofa. His mind was almost blank, whining as his stomach quaked listening to Mikey speak, the thought of actually getting pregnant sending shivers down his spine. “Yes, yes! M’yours! Fill me up, please, please !” He wanted it, wanted Mikey to come in him so much he would be leaking for days. He went to babble more but was cut off when his chin was grabbed and his head turned, with Mikey pressing his lips against his, the kiss wet and messy as the dark-haired man groaned against his lips. It only took a few more thrusts before Takemichi was coming, a small dribble of come leaking out of his untouched cock and adding to the puddle on the couch below them.
Mikey wasn’t too far behind him, pulling back from the kiss as he came, pressing his hips flush against Takemichi’s, making to get as deep as he could as he added to the multiple loads already leaking out the younger’s hole. After a few minutes, they partially came back to their senses and Mikey pulled out of him slowly, the slick pop that Takemichi’s hole made had his overworked cock twitching, but he ignored it in favor of turning the other over so he was sitting slumped back against the couch, the copious amount of come leaking out rapidly, his hole red and gaped as it tried to clench down around nothing.
Takemichi was panting as his sweat-soaked body determined to not move on it’s own, letting Mikey move him however he pleased. “All of that… over a damn joke…” He inevitably said, trying his best to give Mikey a dirty look, knowing that they’d both be scrambling to try and hide the many stained couch cushions before Shin found them.
“C’mon, Takemitchy, you know it takes more than once to make a baby.” Mikey grinned at Takemichi, expecting him to laugh at his joke, only to be hit in the head with the cushion Takemichi just came on.