Daisuke buried his face deeper into Ken's chest, the thud of his heartbeat pounding against Daisuke's ear. "I don't want you to go," he mumbled, the words muffled by Ken's button-up shirt he hadn't bothered to get out of the way yet.
Ken had to go home in the morning, had to leave so his family could start their trip for summer vacation. Instead of inseparable like they had been last summer, and every break and weekend since, they would be separated. Daisuke barely handled having to spend most of the school week apart, let alone an entire summer without Ken.
Slender fingers carded through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and Ken leaned close and tucked his nose in his wild hair. "I'll still be here," Ken whispered, sliding a hand down to press against Daisuke's back, right where his heart lay on the other side. "Even if I'm far away."
Daisuke nodded, but it didn't make him feel better. Not really. "I just…wanna be close to you right now."
And every day, every moment, every forever.
Ken pulled away from him, withdrawing from his grasp. "Let me show you something."
"What?"
Cheeks flushing, Ken chewed his lip. "I've been thinking about this for a while, about doing this."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, and as much as he wanted to pull Ken close again, as much as he wanted to smother him to his chest, he let his curiosity take over and didn't fight when Ken separated from him.
Silent, unwilling to explain his task, Ken slid down, forced Daisuke's legs wide to make room for him, and opened up his shorts with ease.
His deft fingers had been undoing Daisuke's shorts for nearly a year now, sliding down his boxers and taking him in hand, watching with eternal fascination as he spilled all over his stomach and groin and thighs, and—perhaps Daisuke's favorite part, even more than the afterglow—running his fingers and tongue through the mess, tasting him, drinking him. It was enough to make Daisuke hard all over again.
But now, Ken's face and mouth were right there as he slid Daisuke's cock free, and Daisuke gasped as Ken slid his arousal between those deliciously parted lips, enveloping him in the wet warmth of Ken's mouth.
Daisuke moaned and bucked his hips, unable to hold back.
He could feel Ken's movements, Ken's breath, stutter in response, and then Ken readjusted and slid him deeper, making his breath slow and shallow to accommodate the way Daisuke extended down his throat. He grabbed for Ken's soft hair, needing to hold on to something, needing to clench his hand into a fist and grip hard so he didn't fall apart the moment Ken moaned around him and the vibrations shot pure pleasure down his spine.
Ken didn't seem to mind the way he held his hair—he let out a little needy whine every time Daisuke's hand clenched harder—and instead focused on bobbing his head up and down, slow at first and then picking up speed and pressure as Daisuke melted into the mattress, unable to do anything but pant, overwhelmed by how Ken took care of him, how Ken did everything in his power to make him feel nothing but euphoria from his gentle touch.
He came too quickly.
The moment Ken slid him deep again, moaning all around him, running his hands over the soft curves of his hips and sides and stomach, Daisuke tightened his grip in Ken's silky hair and came down his throat. It was too fast to realize until it was already happening, too fast to warn him, to give him a chance to pull back.
Ken gagged but stayed in place, forcing himself to swallow around him, and Daisuke whimpered at the added pressure on his overstimulated body.
Slowly, Ken retreated, detangling Daisuke's fingers from his hair as he moved, but even after he'd pulled back, he sucked languorously on Daisuke's flagging cock. He pushed up on his elbows, heaving, and for a long while, Daisuke watched Ken sigh happily as he drank every last drop, just like he did when it wasn't conveniently emplaced straight in his mouth.
When he finally released him, Daisuke dragged him back up into his arms and tried to crush their bodies together so there was nothing between them, his chest aching with the need to keep Ken close.
Preferably forever.
Ken let out a little giggle, obviously pleased with the response, and threaded his fingers through Daisuke's hair, messier than it was before. Not that Ken's hair had fared any better—it was probably much worse, all knotted and tangled where Daisuke had gripped him.
Daisuke tried to speak, but the words slurred together. "What t'hell was that?"
Ken's cheeks flushed a lovely pink. "Something to think about while I'm away?"
As if Daisuke hadn't already expected to spend the whole summer break hiding away in his room to masturbate, his free hand glued to his chest to feel his heartbeat, to imagine it was Ken's, while remembering everything Ken could do with his mouth and his hands, every whimper and whine and moan he made when Daisuke touched him. After this…well, Daisuke probably wouldn't leave his bedroom all vacation.
"Was it okay?" Ken asked, all his confidence replaced by nervous anxiety. "I thought, I thought you…"
"Fuck, Ken."
Because there really wasn't anything else to say.
But that didn't seem to ease Ken's sudden anxiety at all, only turn his blush to a bright scarlet. "We could…maybe we could practice? If it was that bad? Maybe it could get better?" He looked down, withdrew his hands to fiddle with bits of lint on his own shirt—Daisuke wasn't sure why he was still wearing that now that he thought about it, why they were both still wearing so much clothing blocking his access to Ken's beautiful porcelain skin—and chewed his lip. "I-I rather liked it…"
Daisuke's breath quivered.
Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he focused too much on those pink lips, imagined how soft they must be, wanted to taste him, to taste himself on Ken's tongue.
"Ken," he whispered, drawing his sharp blue eyes. "We can practice as much as you want. That was…" He didn't know where to start, how to articulate the way Ken could make him feel—physically, yes, but in every other way too. "Ken, that was—you are—"
He couldn't figure out the words, but Ken was smiling again, and that made everything better.
"Really?"
And when Daisuke nodded, Ken pressed closer, tucked himself into Daisuke's side, and beamed at him, albeit shyly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, his entire face and neck and probably his inconveniently covered chest so flushed even his ears were red, and said, "Something to look forward to when I get back then."
Daisuke wasn't patient enough for that.
He started tugging at Ken's shirt, yanking it to untuck it, and unbuttoning it so he could finally touch Ken's skin and feel his heartbeat that much closer. "You're staying the night, right?"
He didn't actually need confirmation—the overnight bag on his bedroom floor was more than enough indication—but Ken nodded, his eyes big and wide, his lips parted in anticipation.
"Then I don't see why we have to wait."
Ken shed his shirt as quickly as possible before reaching out to help drag Daisuke's shirt over his head, and once that was out of the way, he reached down to cup Daisuke gently in his hand. "How long until you're…?"
Daisuke groaned at the thought of Ken dropping his head between his legs again and swallowing him down, but he hadn't even properly touched Ken yet. That definitely wouldn't do.
FILL - not ready for the afterglow (6/?)
Ken had to go home in the morning, had to leave so his family could start their trip for summer vacation. Instead of inseparable like they had been last summer, and every break and weekend since, they would be separated. Daisuke barely handled having to spend most of the school week apart, let alone an entire summer without Ken.
Slender fingers carded through his hair, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and Ken leaned close and tucked his nose in his wild hair. "I'll still be here," Ken whispered, sliding a hand down to press against Daisuke's back, right where his heart lay on the other side. "Even if I'm far away."
Daisuke nodded, but it didn't make him feel better. Not really. "I just…wanna be close to you right now."
And every day, every moment, every forever.
Ken pulled away from him, withdrawing from his grasp. "Let me show you something."
"What?"
Cheeks flushing, Ken chewed his lip. "I've been thinking about this for a while, about doing this."
Daisuke raised an eyebrow, and as much as he wanted to pull Ken close again, as much as he wanted to smother him to his chest, he let his curiosity take over and didn't fight when Ken separated from him.
Silent, unwilling to explain his task, Ken slid down, forced Daisuke's legs wide to make room for him, and opened up his shorts with ease.
His deft fingers had been undoing Daisuke's shorts for nearly a year now, sliding down his boxers and taking him in hand, watching with eternal fascination as he spilled all over his stomach and groin and thighs, and—perhaps Daisuke's favorite part, even more than the afterglow—running his fingers and tongue through the mess, tasting him, drinking him. It was enough to make Daisuke hard all over again.
But now, Ken's face and mouth were right there as he slid Daisuke's cock free, and Daisuke gasped as Ken slid his arousal between those deliciously parted lips, enveloping him in the wet warmth of Ken's mouth.
Daisuke moaned and bucked his hips, unable to hold back.
He could feel Ken's movements, Ken's breath, stutter in response, and then Ken readjusted and slid him deeper, making his breath slow and shallow to accommodate the way Daisuke extended down his throat. He grabbed for Ken's soft hair, needing to hold on to something, needing to clench his hand into a fist and grip hard so he didn't fall apart the moment Ken moaned around him and the vibrations shot pure pleasure down his spine.
Ken didn't seem to mind the way he held his hair—he let out a little needy whine every time Daisuke's hand clenched harder—and instead focused on bobbing his head up and down, slow at first and then picking up speed and pressure as Daisuke melted into the mattress, unable to do anything but pant, overwhelmed by how Ken took care of him, how Ken did everything in his power to make him feel nothing but euphoria from his gentle touch.
He came too quickly.
The moment Ken slid him deep again, moaning all around him, running his hands over the soft curves of his hips and sides and stomach, Daisuke tightened his grip in Ken's silky hair and came down his throat. It was too fast to realize until it was already happening, too fast to warn him, to give him a chance to pull back.
Ken gagged but stayed in place, forcing himself to swallow around him, and Daisuke whimpered at the added pressure on his overstimulated body.
Slowly, Ken retreated, detangling Daisuke's fingers from his hair as he moved, but even after he'd pulled back, he sucked languorously on Daisuke's flagging cock. He pushed up on his elbows, heaving, and for a long while, Daisuke watched Ken sigh happily as he drank every last drop, just like he did when it wasn't conveniently emplaced straight in his mouth.
When he finally released him, Daisuke dragged him back up into his arms and tried to crush their bodies together so there was nothing between them, his chest aching with the need to keep Ken close.
Preferably forever.
Ken let out a little giggle, obviously pleased with the response, and threaded his fingers through Daisuke's hair, messier than it was before. Not that Ken's hair had fared any better—it was probably much worse, all knotted and tangled where Daisuke had gripped him.
Daisuke tried to speak, but the words slurred together. "What t'hell was that?"
Ken's cheeks flushed a lovely pink. "Something to think about while I'm away?"
As if Daisuke hadn't already expected to spend the whole summer break hiding away in his room to masturbate, his free hand glued to his chest to feel his heartbeat, to imagine it was Ken's, while remembering everything Ken could do with his mouth and his hands, every whimper and whine and moan he made when Daisuke touched him. After this…well, Daisuke probably wouldn't leave his bedroom all vacation.
"Was it okay?" Ken asked, all his confidence replaced by nervous anxiety. "I thought, I thought you…"
"Fuck, Ken."
Because there really wasn't anything else to say.
But that didn't seem to ease Ken's sudden anxiety at all, only turn his blush to a bright scarlet. "We could…maybe we could practice? If it was that bad? Maybe it could get better?" He looked down, withdrew his hands to fiddle with bits of lint on his own shirt—Daisuke wasn't sure why he was still wearing that now that he thought about it, why they were both still wearing so much clothing blocking his access to Ken's beautiful porcelain skin—and chewed his lip. "I-I rather liked it…"
Daisuke's breath quivered.
Not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, he focused too much on those pink lips, imagined how soft they must be, wanted to taste him, to taste himself on Ken's tongue.
"Ken," he whispered, drawing his sharp blue eyes. "We can practice as much as you want. That was…" He didn't know where to start, how to articulate the way Ken could make him feel—physically, yes, but in every other way too. "Ken, that was—you are—"
He couldn't figure out the words, but Ken was smiling again, and that made everything better.
"Really?"
And when Daisuke nodded, Ken pressed closer, tucked himself into Daisuke's side, and beamed at him, albeit shyly. He tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, his entire face and neck and probably his inconveniently covered chest so flushed even his ears were red, and said, "Something to look forward to when I get back then."
Daisuke wasn't patient enough for that.
He started tugging at Ken's shirt, yanking it to untuck it, and unbuttoning it so he could finally touch Ken's skin and feel his heartbeat that much closer. "You're staying the night, right?"
He didn't actually need confirmation—the overnight bag on his bedroom floor was more than enough indication—but Ken nodded, his eyes big and wide, his lips parted in anticipation.
"Then I don't see why we have to wait."
Ken shed his shirt as quickly as possible before reaching out to help drag Daisuke's shirt over his head, and once that was out of the way, he reached down to cup Daisuke gently in his hand. "How long until you're…?"
Daisuke groaned at the thought of Ken dropping his head between his legs again and swallowing him down, but he hadn't even properly touched Ken yet. That definitely wouldn't do.