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It's been a few weeks since Akito started dating the nerd.
It was all for a dare in the very beginning, honestly. Akito was made to ask Toya out by his pathetic excuse of a friend group, and he complied solely to see the nerd get all flustered. Subsequently, he did earn the reaction he wanted — except the nerd had been a little more enthusiastic about the offer than Akito had accounted for him.
Apparently Toya had long been fantasizing about the jock and getting off to his degrading attitude. What a freak.
Akito however, gradually grew to enjoy this side of Toya. The dare was supposed to result in him dropping Toya after a week, yet Akito found himself too accustomed to having the nerd around. He decided he could stay.
Toya was fucking adorable. He was so obedient, so submissive for Akito. He did Akito's assignments in exchange for getting his pussy pounded — two birds with one stone. What more could a guy like Akito ask for?
On a warm summer day after school, Akito dragged him over to his own place again, at a rather inconvenient time of the month for Toya. He said they could ‘hang out’ since his sister would be late. He was even generous enough to lend him his own clothes, so the poor nerd wouldn't burn up in his uniform.
Toya was nuzzled into the crook of Akito’s neck, settled sideways on a pair of thick thighs, thin arms loosely around the jock as he was busy abusing the game console.
He didn't know how much more he could resist, or whether he could resist any longer at all. If it was any other time, he’d be patient enough to wait for Akito to be done with his game before asking to have sex. Hell, he wouldn't even think like this if it was another time — but his hormones had unfortunately gotten the best of him.
Akito’s veins, the tendons on his forearms that bulged each time he firmly grasped the controller, his annoyed groans when he took a hit in-game — it was all dangerous territory for Toya’s ovulating body, and the mess between his own thighs already resembled a waterfall.
Akito had been too engrossed in the screen before him to care about whatever Toya was rambling about, but the endless whining beside his ear was slowly getting to him.
“God— what is it? The fuck are you whimpering for, huh?”
Toya flinched on his lap as the jock abruptly raised his tone. He bashfully looked up at him and stared for a couple seconds, unsure of how to explain himself now that he actually had his attention. He anxiously averted his gaze.
“I wanted to…”
Akito peered down at him with a scoff. “To what?”
Toya’s throat bobbed with a gulp. He spared a shy glance at Akito before he murmured.
“I’m… ovulating.”
A red tint crept up his cheeks as Toya spoke, watching for his reaction from the corner of his eyes. Akito sneered momentarily before he tossed the controller to the coffee table.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake… that's what this is about?”
Before Toya even knew what came over him, Akito grabbed him with both arms, and adjusted him on his lap so Toya’s back was glued against his chest. Toya already had his bare legs against his own chest so Akito easily spread them apart, revealing the concerningly damp fabric of Toya's shorts.
“Look at that… You couldn't wait, huh?” he bristled at the sight, “Musta been so hard, waiting for me to be done so you can get fucked your brains out. So fucking impatient.”
Toya whined feebly, thighs tightening involuntarily as he pushed down the hem of his—no, Akito’s shirt so he wouldn't see his shorts. Though Akito had already seen enough.
“‘m sorry…” the taller boy breathed out, chewing at his lower lip. “I… I wanted Akito to do it…”
Akito let out a muffled groan. With one hand he effortlessly slid off Toya’s shorts, the other grasping his jaw. He maneuvered Toya’s head so he would face him and silenced him by swallowing his mouth on his own. Akito then proceeded to run the pads of his fingers over the slit on the bluenette’s panties, applying mild pressure. Toya let out a whimper into his mouth, subconsciously spreading wider whilst the jock inhaled his lips and tongue. Toya had never seen his boyfriend hungrier.
“You're so fucking cute…”
It escaped Akito before he could hold back. Though he couldn't care less. It was worth seeing Toya’s cheeks pinken and warm up at the slightest compliment.
Toya didn't exert much resistance as Akito slid a toned arm beneath his knees and pulled Toya’s legs up, other hand still busy petting the dampness over Toya’s garments. It had felt good at first, yet Toya was getting frustrated as he was being nothing but edged now.
“Akito…” he whined. “Please— hnn, take it off…”
“Take what off? This?” Akito mocked by slipping a finger beneath the waistband of Toya’s panties, earning a nod, but refused him the satisfaction. “Nah. Beg me.”
If it was any other time, Toya would've at least put in some effort before caving. Yet he found himself so pitifully desperate he was about to cum by being stimulated through his damn underwear.
“Pl…please, Akito. It's so warm, I can't stand it…” he pleaded in an attempt to persuade the jock. “I-I’ll help you cheat in the next test, I promise. Please, I’ll do anything…”
Akito paused, fingers remaining at Toya’s waistband, tingling his skin as he contemplated. A triumphant grin lazily crept up his lips.
Without removing his arm from under Toya’s legs, Akito swiftly managed to pull off his panties, also rewarding him with a sharp bite on his pale neck for begging in the process.
“Aki- mmph!—”
Akito hushed him with another sharp kiss. Toya’s eyes glazed over as Akito toyed with his dripping folds, legs still up in the air thanks to Akito’s arm strength. He shoved a finger inside, prodding and stretching. Then another followed not long after.
“God, fuck,” Akito bristled, curling his fingers as a grunt of his own tore through his throat. “It's like you keep gettin’ tighter and tighter the more we fuck… You haven't been handing out this pussy to anyone else, have you?”
“N-No!” Toya denied in an instant. “It's only Akito… only ever Akito.”
Akito affirmed with a pleased hum. Toya’s weak whimpers and the squelching sounds of the jock's digits diving in and out of his cunt filled the silence of the room, gradually growing louder each passing second.
Akito then proceeded to find a particularly spongy spot. Ah.
“Ahhn—Akito, r-right there! please, please, please-”
“There, hmm? Or is it… there?”
He knew he was torturing Toya deliberately, withholding his much-needed orgasm. That was what he always did. He got off on seeing the older boy writhing pathetically, begging Akito to let him cum already.
“No, n-not there! Akito, please don't tease me… Not again…”
Toya sobbed, trembling legs going limp over Akito’s arm. His ovulating, orgasm-denied, poor body was squirming helplessly on his lap.
Akito began mercilessly pumping his fingers in and out of Toya’s cunt. The bluenette’s back arched into the jock’s chest, head falling over his shoulder which gave Akito the access to whisper dirty nothings into his ear as much as he wanted.
“Holy fucking shit…” Akito chuckled, tugging at his own lower lip with a huge grin. “You're soaking all over me and the damn couch. Weren't lyin’ about your little thing, I guess.”
Toya immediately shook his head. He moaned with no filter, eyes squeezing shut as his back arched further the closer he felt to climaxing. He could feel the cold texture of Akito’s silver rings thrusting back and forth against his walls. It was about to make him squirt all over his lap and possibly even the coffee table before them if Akito kept stimulating that one damn spot.
“F-Fuck, Akito, I’m so cl— mmpf-”
Akito dared to pull out both his fingers out of nowhere.
Toya’s breath hitched. He turned to Akito, panting lightly with his hair damp and cheeks rosy in a bright red. Akito thought he must've had no clue how delightfully fuckable he seemed right then.
“W…Why did you stop?”
Akito scoffed. “'Cause you're gonna come on this dick, not my fingers.”
Toya threw his head back again, this time in dissatisfaction rather than pleasure. Akito snickered, nibbling on his pale neck and earning an impatient whimper.
“It's gonna be fine,” he reassured, sparing Toya’s bottom a light pat before he repositioned him on his lap again. It was laughably easy for Toya to be manhandled, owing to his slender frame in comparison to Akito’s buff one. Plus, he never opposed it when he was teased for enjoying it. The jock already knew he was a sucker for biceps.
As Akito reached for the waistband of his own pair of shorts, Toya stopped him by placing a hand on his. He wordlessly pushed it aside, signaling to the redhead that he could do it himself. Akito yielded with a chuckle and watched as the bluenette nimbly undid his shorts despite his wobbly fingers.
Toya pushed them down along with Akito’s boxers, freeing a half-hard length that slapped against the latter’s abs when unconfined. Toya’s mouth nearly watered at the sight. Then he gulped seeing that he had to stroke him to full hardness.
If there was one thing he figured about Akito’s sex drive after many times with him, it was that he didn't get rock hard right away. Akito was difficult to work with.
He grabbed his cock and began stroking without Akito having to tell him. With a grunt, Akito nodded satisfactorily. He was already drunk on Toya’s unfocused but desperate strokes. He wanted nothing more than to fuck him senseless.
He had a hand on the soft flesh of Toya’s bare thigh, his other arm tucked around his waist. He inched him a tad closer and met their lips together. Toya hungrily melted into it without hesitation, hand subconsciously fastening on Akito’s hardening cock. He wasn't fully hard yet, Toya would know if he was — but he was almost there, beading precum at the tip.
Both Akito’s hands roamed down to Toya’s bottom, groping generously despite Toya lacking much. Akito couldn't care less. In fact he loved that about him, meant no one else would be staring at his boyfriend's ass.
He lifted him gently off his lap. Toya seemed to have taken that as a sign, or to his advantage, because the next second he was positioning himself above Akito’s now throbbing dick. The jock’s eyes shot wide, stopping him midair.
“The fuck are you doing? I didn't even bring any protection yet-”
“I want you raw, Akito.”
For a moment, neither spoke, silence filling the room thanks to Toya’s boldness. Again, the bluenette took that as a chance and sank himself down the rock hard length beneath him.
Akito groaned at first, a choked out sound that tore involuntarily from his throat, then huffed out a laugh. He had to admit, it was amusing to watch this cute nerd grow bolder the more experience he gained.
“Naughty boy,” he muttered with a grin. A hand on Toya’s ass spanked him which drew out a gasp, before Akito hoisted his hands to steady his hips instead.
The jock felt huge inside Toya. He struggled trying to take all of him at once, his pained whimpers mixing with Akito’s huffs. The bluenette could tell Akito was trying his best not to bury his cock inside and pound into him.
“Akito, y-you're…” Toya trailed off.
“Big? Thought you already figured that by now.”
The jock uttered with that same smirk from earlier. Once he ensured Toya was comfortable enough, he eased him down just a bit more. Toya whined louder, a sound mix of both pleasure and agony.
“I know, baby, I know…” Akito almost cooed. He then caught himself and cleared his throat.
With a little more effort, Toya managed to sink all the way down, taking Akito in as a whole. It was all thanks to the abundance of slick between his thighs that served as lube. Though still painful, it was the kind of pain that felt incredible.
“Fuck, there he is, taking it so good.”
“Ah- Akito…” Toya moaned, “it's- ngh, it's so d-deep in me…”
Toya pushed his shirt up with a hand, setting the same hand on his stomach. He could feel Akito’s tip through his skin, could even see it thanks to the prominence.
“Yeah?” Akito peered down, urging Toya a tad bit closer on his lap. He ran the tip of his index finger on the bulge through the bluenette’s skin, chuckling when Toya softly whimpered.
“Move, baby. Ride that cock for me.”
Toya had to admit, he was nervous. They had never tried this position. But he was so fucking horny he could do anything Akito asked of him.
He placed both his hands on each of Akito’s broad shoulders, clinging onto him for support. Slowly, he lifted himself and sank back down, tight walls squeezing the pulsing dick inside as both men moaned. Suddenly, Toya wanted to do it again.
Toya wanted to do it until his logic was dumbed down to nothing but bouncing on Akito’s dick.
Akito aided him by shifting his hips up and down as Toya began bouncing lightly at first. He gripped him tightly on purpose so that Toya’s waist would have his marks later. It was so easy to mark him, thanks to his sensitive pale skin.
As Toya got more and more accustomed to the feeling and the mild pain left its place to pleasure, fueled by Akito’s praises, he fastened his hip movements. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead and he flushed an even deeper red as he panted, mouth falling open. Akito took that to his advantage and slammed Toya’s tongue against his own. The slick noises of their tongues and moans mixed with those of their fucking, Toya riding the jock like his life depended on it.
As he pulled back, Akito huffed in disapproval. He spanked Toya harder but on the other ass cheek this time, making him immediately kiss him back.
Toya had already been pushed to the edge by Akito’s fingerfucking, so it wasn't helping that his cock pushed him even closer. Akito drew back, grinning at the sight of him flushed in such a pretty pink.
“Look at you,” he mocked, pushing Toya’s glasses back up with a finger, “about to cum on my cock like the good boy you are.”
Toya whined, nodding affirmatively. Good, Akito was getting close, too.
“I’ll pull out when you-”
“No!” said Toya loudly, a hint of tremor in his tone. “Don't. Please release inside me, Akito.”
“You're getting fucking pregnant if we do that, you shit for brains.” Akito slapped him lightly on the cheek as an attempt to get him to wake up. “God—who am I talking to? You're too fucked out to even care.”
He was right, Toya couldn't care less whether he was making sense. He gripped both of Akito's wrists and pinned them down so he wouldn't be able to lift Toya and pull out if he wanted.
“Fucking… Fine, if you want so bad. Don't come crying to me if I knock you up.”
Toya let out a pleased hum, giving him a smile for the first time today. Then he released Akito’s wrists and looped his arms around his neck instead.
He was exhausted but so close, Akito could tell. So he gripped him by the hips and began mauling him on his cock.
Toya’s back arched again with a scream. That was way faster than what he was doing before, he felt as if his prostate was about to be crushed. His mouth fell open in a squeak as he glanced down, tongue lolling out. He lifted his shirt again to watch Akito fuck his insides, the thick head thrusting up and down beneath the skin.
Akito kept one hand on Toya’s hip to keep him bouncing, the other reaching up to Toya’s parted mouth. He pushed down on his tongue with his thumb while the rest of his fingers grabbed his chin tightly. Toya panted heavily around the single digit, wetting Akito’s thumb involuntarily.
“Akito- ahhh!- s-slow d—mmph-”
Toya’s eyes rolled back as Akito removed his thumb and swallowed his mouth mid scream. He felt his walls squeeze and spasm before he was coming all over Akito’s cock, just as he asked.
Akito cradled his trembling body close, burying his face in the bluenette’s neck as he filled him up not long after. He could have lasted longer, but Toya was always so irresistible when he squirted on his boyfriend's dick — he couldn't help it.
Toya collapsed onto Akito’s arms, completely out of breath. He was so full with Akito, unable to process anything other than him. Just Akito, Akito, Akito.
Akito took a second to pull out his softening dick from inside Toya, letting out a gruff sigh. He then wrapped a toned arm around the taller boy's body and chose to simply hold him close for a moment.
“You good?” he asked after a while. “You were so sweet. So good for me.”
Toya let out a soft hum. He raised his head slowly so he could face Akito, nodding.
“If Akito loved it… that's enough for me.”
“Idiot, of fucking course I loved it.” said the jock harshly, grabbing his jaw to press another fierce kiss to his nerd's lips.