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When Kurosawa comes home in the evening and finds Adachi in their bed, wearing Kurosawa's pajamas and a sweetly horny blush, he freezes and buffers for a solid minute.
Has he accidentally slipped into a fantasy? Is he dreaming? He gives his thigh a pinch, but the lovely vision doesn't disappear.
Adachi (apparently his real husband) lowers his eyes for a moment, and then looks up at Kurosawa from under his eyelashes. "I thought this might be fun…"
Kurosawa's brain kicks into gear enough for him to reach his hand out, slowly, his gaze snagging on how the sleeves of the pajama top (his pajama top) cover Adachi's hands completely. God, Adachi is just so unbelievably cute and sexy, Kurosawa can barely handle it.
They're going to have fun with this, indeed. He snaps out of the haze and pulls his hand back, a plan falling into place in his mind.
Adachi looks confused for a second, but when Kurosawa starts undoing his own pants, Adachi sucks his lower lip between his teeth, his hands curling into their blanket.
Kurosawa doesn't particularly linger as he divests himself of his office clothes, but he doesn't hurry either, making sure to hang his suit up neatly. There's no rush, and he enjoys the anticipation.
The goal is to get rid of his clothes so they don't get in the way once they really get started, but that doesn't mean they can't enjoy the process too. And it certainly doesn't hurt to feel his husband's appreciative gaze on himself.
Their eyes meet for a second as Kurosawa starts on his vest, and Adachi shyly averts his gaze. But he's back to watching a moment later, his blush deepening into darker pink.
Ahhh, he's just too cute! Kurosawa's going to eat him whole.
Once he's done undressing, he steps closer to the bed, deeply pleased at how Adachi swallows visibly. He sits on the side of the bed and twists towards Adachi, reaching out to take hold of Adachi's wrist and bring his hand up.
"Come to me, darling," Kurosawa says, voice coming out low. He drops a kiss on the tips of Adachi's fingers peeking out from the sleeve cuff.
Adachi swallows again, but nods resolutely, and crawls out from under the covers. And that's when Kurosawa discovers that Adachi's only wearing the pajama top, his legs pale and bare. He's probably completely naked underneath, and Kurosawa's going to know for sure in a moment.
Oh, his angel is really going to get it tonight. As long as Kurosawa survives being seduced by him, which is not a given.
Adachi lets himself be guided into straddling Kurosawa's lap, his hands going to Kurosawa's shoulders. He looks both blushingly shy and tentatively pleased with himself, and Kurosawa just loves him so much! He's so proud of Adachi for blooming into his sexy potential so beautifully.
He's going to devour his husband momentarily, but first he needs to unwrap his present.
He starts by leaning in to drop kisses on Adachi's collarbones, which Adachi left so nicely exposed through the undone collar. Adachi helps some more by tilting his head back, and then to the side when Kurosawa trails kisses up his neck, heading for his favorite mole. He laves it with his tongue and applies a bit of teeth, and smiles when he feels Adachi's hands squeeze at his shoulders.
Once Adachi's breathing grows a bit stuttery and Kurosawa deems the mole sufficiently showered with attention (for now), he leans back and brings his hands up to the pajama shirt buttons, starting from the bottom.
He tries not to rush, but he's impatient now to see all of his angel. So his hands make quick work of revealing how Adachi is indeed naked and eager underneath, exposing his criminally cute tummy, and finally his chest, his small nipples already slightly stiffened in anticipation.
Kurosawa can feel his mouth watering. The pajama shirt (his pajama shirt) slips down Adachi's shoulders once the last button is undone, and Kurosawa needs a moment to process the stunning vision.
Adachi moves as if to take it off, and Kurosawa stops him with a shake of his head. "This stays on," he says, and clears his throat when it comes out raspy.
Adachi shifts in his lap again, a little squirmy now, but he sounds pleased when he asks, "Yeah?"
"Mhm." The shirt does nothing to get in the way of Adachi's nakedness, but enhances it instead, leaving him Naked+. And of course Adachi wearing Kurosawa's clothes is lethally sexy in the first place. "You look good enough to eat, sweetheart."
Adachi's blush spills down his neck and he squirms some more, making Kurosawa's brain stutter over the absolute cuteness of his angel, even when he's being sinful.
Ah, it's time to touch him, isn't it?
Kurosawa puts his hands on Adachi's thighs and slides them up slowly, over his hips, his delectably soft stomach. He curls his hands around Adachi's ribs, thumbs resting close to Adachi's nipples in a momentary tease. Kurosawa's lips curl a bit in a sly smile as he watches Adachi worry at his own bottom lip.
He strokes his thumbs over Adachi's nipples, lightly, back and forth. Adachi lets out a little nnnn and pushes his chest into the touch, even as he turns his blushy face away in an attempt to hide. He confessed before to feeling embarrassed about how much he likes being touched there, which Kurosawa finds completely endearing.
Kurosawa can feel himself starting to melt, but he schools his expression. He wants to be in control for this little game, and it looks like Adachi wants that too.
"No hiding now, darling," he says, not stern but trying for commanding. "Or do you want me to stop?"
Adachi manages a small "No…" and turns his face back, though he lowers his gaze between them. Ahh, he's too adorable. How is Kurosawa supposed to survive it?
He tilts his head up to kiss his Adachi. It starts light, almost chaste, but Adachi parts his lips in a sweet invitation and Kurosawa is helpless to resist it. He deepens the kiss, licking into Adachi's mouth, and drinks in Adachi's hitching breaths as he circles Adachi's nipples with his thumbs.
Once they've grown stiff under his touch, and once Adachi's shifting restlessly in his lap, Kurosawa slides his hands down. Adachi makes such a mournful little sound that Kurosawa can't help but smile a bit meanly. But he's not leaving for long, and he murmurs soothingly at his darling as his hands settle on Adachi's hips.
He kneads the soft flesh for a moment, and then guides Adachi to lift up a bit on his knees. Kurosawa leans in to place a kiss on Adachi's chest, now in easy reach, and noses his way over to one of Adachi's nipples.
Adachi lets out a little gasp at the first kiss, and then more breathless noises when Kurosawa continues, adding his tongue, making Adachi's nipple nice and wet.
It's so lovely how just this can wind Adachi up so much, how he trembles in pleasure just from Kurosawa paying some loving attention to his chest. Kurosawa could do this all night. Maybe he will, sometime; maybe they should test if Adachi can come just from this. That's an intriguing idea.
Very gently, he applies some teeth to Adachi's nipple. Adachi lets out an adorable little squeak and loops his arms around Kurosawa's shoulders, clinging to him. Kurosawa has to draw in a slow breath to collect himself, coming dangerously close to melting over his husband's sweetness.
He repeats the gentle scrape of his teeth, this time drawing a breathy "Kurosawa…" out of Adachi.
"Say my name, Kiyoshi," Kurosawa murmurs right there against Adachi's nipple, before wrapping his lips around it and pulling off with a tiny quiet pop.
Adachi can feel his cheeks grow even hotter, partly from the unfair tease, and partly because it still feels like a lot to call each other by their given names. He squirms a little in Kurosawa's hold, but finally manages to say, "A-ah… Yuichi…"
Kurosawa hums in approval and gives his nipple a proper suck in reward. It's good that Kurosawa has his arms around Adachi, so he can catch him when Adachi arches his back with a whimper at the strong pulse of pleasure.
Kurosawa's mouth gentles around Adachi's nipple, ending in a thorough lick before he pulls back a bit. "Yes, baby? Tell me what you need."
Aah, that's even more embarrassing… But Adachi can't help but want to follow the directions Kurosawa delivers in his sexy-low voice. He chews on his lip for a moment, then lets it go to say a quiet "More…"
"Hmm? Should I play with you more?" Kurosawa asks, the demon, and slips his hands down to cup and knead Adachi's butt as his lips and tongue find Adachi's other nipple.
Adachi makes noises of horny distress, because nooo, stop teasing, but also yeees. It's too hard to decide when everything Kurosawa does feels so good.
But when Kurosawa just continues with the same for a moment, Adachi gathers himself enough to speak. "Please, Ku —" He catches himself, draws an inhale. "Yu-Yuichi, please…"
Kurosawa gives a little growl, squeezing Adachi's butt harder for a moment. "My good boy," he purrs, sending a hot shiver down Adachi's spine.
His hands start massaging again, this time tracing circles on Adachi's skin, heading between his cheeks. He presses little bites to Adachi's chest, and carefully pulls on Adachi's nipple with his teeth. Adachi moans and clutches at Kurosawa's shoulders, pressing back with his hips to urge him on.
Finally Kurosawa's fingers reach his hole, and Kurosawa makes a little sound of surprise. "Oh? What's this?" he asks, horny-amused, and brushes just lightly with the pads of his fingers, back and forth.
Adachi bites off a whimper, his cheeks warming in a darker blush, both at the electric feeling of Kurosawa's touch in such a sensitive place, and also because…
"Have you prepared yourself for me, Kiyoshi?"
Adachi had thought maybe once Kurosawa saw him like this… But clearly he underestimated Kurosawa's restraint and his mean tendencies. Not that he's complaining exactly…
Kurosawa keeps up the gentle teasing touch as he waits for the answer, humming around Adachi's nipple to prompt it. Of course he's going to make Adachi say it, even as his fingers glide over the lube Adachi slicked himself up with.
"U-um, yes…" Adachi swallows thickly. "I thought maybe… you'd want to…"
He trails off in embarrassment, hiding his face in Kurosawa's hair.
But of course Kurosawa can't leave it like that. "Hmm?" he prompts again, still just brush-brush-brushing with his fingertips, even though Adachi being so wanton is starting to seriously fray his patience.
Adachi tries to push into Kurosawa's touch, but Kurosawa carefully keeps it at a light tease, determined to hear the rest. And it is absolutely worth the wait, because after making some more sweetly shy noises, Adachi manages a quiet, "…take me…"
Kurosawa groans, his soul leaving his body for a moment. How is he supposed to live after Adachi says something like that?
Adachi bears the pause with minimal impatient wriggling, self-conscious but feeling a little proud of himself for causing Kurosawa's system failure.
"Oh, I want to," Kurosawa says finally, sounding almost dangerous but in a very sexy way. Adachi shivers with desire.
"I am going to take you, darling. I couldn't refuse my sweetheart offering himself up to me so beautifully, hm?"
And Kurosawa slides his finger inside Adachi, just to the first knuckle, still teasing even now.
Adachi gasps and trembles, digging his nails into Kurosawa's shoulders. It's more from surprise than any pain. He did prepare, and he is (embarrassingly) used to it enough that he can take Kurosawa's finger easily, could take more than that. It's just sudden after the prolonged tease. His rim pulses around Kurosawa's finger for a moment, before he relaxes into it eagerly, earning an approving hum from Kurosawa.
"My Kiyoshi, always so warm and soft inside for me," Kurosawa murmurs before latching his mouth onto Adachi's nipple again.
Adachi can't help moaning and shifting his hips when Kurosawa slowly pushes the tip of his finger in and out. When Kurosawa gives his butt a warning tap, Adachi whimpers and tries to stay still, trembling a little at the effort of holding back from sitting fully on Kurosawa's finger.
Kurosawa keeps it up until Adachi's noises rise into a sob. "Please, I need — please —"
"You really need me to take you, hm? My sweet boy," Kurosawa murmurs, giving Adachi's nipple a not-so-soothing kiss.
"Please, Yuichi," Adachi cries, desperate enough not to care about being shameless.
Kurosawa brushes a second finger over Adachi's rim. "Do you need more prep, baby?"
But Adachi shakes his head, with feeling. "No, I — I can —"
Kurosawa sucks in a breath and lets it out on a shaky exhale, feeling the last of his restraint crumble. He loves when Adachi gets like this — hungry for pleasure and wound up enough not to hide it.
Unfortunately he needs to pull his finger out to move Adachi. It draws such a distressed noise out of his darling that Kurosawa needs to briefly squeeze him in a hug, murmuring soothingly how it's just going to be a second.
Kurosawa drops a few kisses on his skin, and maneuvers Adachi to lay him on the bed, on his back. And then he needs a moment to take in the view.
The pajama shirt (his pajama shirt, this bears repeating) spilling around Adachi, highlighting the deep flush on his face and down his chest, the little bite marks Kurosawa has left on his pecs, Adachi's nipples swollen and wet from Kurosawa's attention… Kurosawa loses some time while he processes all that. Adachi is just too hot to handle.
He comes to when Adachi calls his name, a quiet but desperate "Yuichi…"
Kurosawa sucks in a breath. "I've got you, baby," he soothes, and finally moves.
He makes a quick detour to stroke lube over his cock, and then reaches for his husband. He takes hold of the backs of Adachi's thighs and folds his legs up and out, making room for himself.
Adachi, apparently past being coy, just makes eager sounds at the manhandling, his hands clutching at the sheets. Kurosawa raises Adachi's hips up a bit as he shuffles close, aligns them together, and pushes in.
He's careful for about five seconds, before the soft heat of Adachi around the head of his cock short-circuits his brain. With a groan, he buries himself inside Adachi in a stronger thrust.
Adachi throws his head back with a choking noise. But before a pang of worry can surface through Kurosawa's horny haze, Adachi gasps out a "Yes," his hands coming up to reach for Kurosawa.
Kurosawa inhales, nostrils flaring as he shifts on the bed for better leverage. Then he starts to fulfill his promise to take his Adachi, with slow, hard thrusts.
Adachi gasps and moans, grasping at Kurosawa's arms, his shoulders, finally burying his hands in Kurosawa's hair. Adachi's legs, wrapped around Kurosawa's hips, squeeze around him each time Kurosawa bottoms out, as if trying to keep him close.
But when Kurosawa pauses, pressed in deeply, Adachi only tolerates it for a moment. Soon he's making protesting noises and tightening around Kurosawa's cock, trying to urge him on.
Ahh, there's nothing more adorable and hotter than Adachi when he's greedy for more of Kurosawa. Not one to deny his sweetheart anything (at least not for long), Kurosawa starts moving again.
He's calmed down a bit after the initial snap of must claim him, but he keeps up the strong deep strokes of his cock inside Adachi. He just has enough clarity of mind to tilt Adachi's hips, searching for the best angle. He finds it soon, as evidenced by Adachi's noises growing more frantic.
Kurosawa smiles, delighted at finding the sensitive spot that draws breathless moans out of his angel. He intends to help him along with a hand on Adachi's cock. He's just figuring out how to do it without interrupting his rhythm when it turns out he doesn't even need to.
The pleasure of finally getting taken like he's wanted to be all evening, plus Kurosawa's practiced aim, are enough to push Adachi over the edge. He moans loudly, his nails pressing into Kurosawa's scalp, legs twitching along with his cock as he spills between them.
Kurosawa growls, deeply pleased, and thrusts a few more times before he comes inside his husband. They pant for a long moment, Kurosawa with his face pressed to Adachi's neck, mouth open against the flushed skin.
Adachi shudders with aftershocks, and then melts with a satisfied sigh. His arms splay out, legs slipping down Kurosawa's thighs. When Kurosawa pushes up to see him, Adachi looks totally blissed out. It's the best sight in the world.
After a moment Adachi scrunches his face up (cute!) and weakly reaches his hands up for Kurosawa. It's so endearing how he tries to keep himself awake, but the pleasure hormones wipe him out completely. Kurosawa grins, enamored and proud of himself. And, of course, even prouder of his Adachi.
He presses Adachi down into the mattress with a long, deep kiss. "Relax now, sweetheart," he says, and nuzzles Adachi's face. "You did so well for me."
He deals out more deserved praise between kisses. "Going to all that trouble to surprise me." A kiss on Adachi's nose. "Being so brave and telling me what you want." He lowers his voice and brings his lips to Adachi's ear. "Taking my cock like a champion."
He feels Adachi's cheek heat up before he kisses it. Then he asks, slipping into a tone that expects an answer, "I think you've earned a rest, hm?"
Adachi is tomato-red but manages the tiniest of nods.
Kurosawa gives him another little kiss in reward. "I'll be here when you wake up."
*
Adachi blinks his eyes open some time later to see Kurosawa lying next to him and watching him sleep. Adachi smiles drowsily, because he's long since started to find it sweet and not creepy.
And then Kurosawa's expression grows a bit sly, and Adachi remembers.
He makes an anguished sound and covers his red face with his hands. It's one thing (already a lot) to dress up in Kurosawa's clothes, but he was sooo completely shameless later, begging Kurosawa to… do things to him… But oh, the things did feel really, really good…
As he shifts, growing restless, he realizes he's still wearing Kurosawa's pajama top. Though he doesn't feel covered in… fluids… so Kurosawa must've cleaned him up.
He hears Kurosawa chuckle. "Getting shy now, sweetheart? After seducing me so boldly?"
Kurosawa fiddles playfully with the flap of the unbuttoned pajama shirt. "Was that what you aimed for when you wore this for me?"
Adachi flips over to smother himself in the pillow.
Kurosawa laughs again, sounding so happy that it's contagious, even if Adachi is still dying a bit of embarrassment. Kurosawa moves close behind him and loops his arm around Adachi's waist, splaying his big hand on Adachi's stomach.
"Don't hide, Kiyoshi. You know I love when you get like that."
Adachi unglues his face from the pillow and tilts back a little, closer to Kurosawa. He mumbles a "Yeah?"
"Mhmmm." Kurosawa nuzzles at Adachi's nape, pushing the fabric aside to press a kiss to the flushed skin. Adachi unfurls a little more.
"So," Kurosawa says, his breath warm against Adachi's skin. He shuffles even closer, pressing up to Adachi's back. "Did you get all you hoped for?"
Adachi's first thought is yes, because that was (he bites his lip) really great. But then he catches on.
"Oh," he breathes, a new (or returning) heat blooming inside him, under Kurosawa's hand. "Um…"
Kurosawa waits patiently, except for how his kisses gain a little bit of teeth. His hand shifts slowly, tracing little circles with his fingertips on Adachi's stomach.
Adachi gathers his horny courage.
"I did, but…" He blushes more, but pushes through the shyness. He bends his top leg more to open himself up. "I still need Yuichi."
He can feel Kurosawa's breath grow unsteady for a moment, before he also pulls himself together.
Kurosawa slides his hand to Adachi's thigh and guides him to spread his legs even more. Then his touch trails back up up up, until the pad of his finger brushes across Adachi's nipple, making Adachi's breath catch at the spark of pleasure.
"Well, then," Kurosawa says, his voice dipping down low. He presses their hips together, letting Adachi feel that he's ready to fulfill his needs. "I can't leave my angel wanting, can I?"