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Ainosuke remembers the first time he saw snow, the first time he truly experienced it. He remembers standing in his dormitory, mouth agape as the landscape outside his window changed. The faint glow of orange streetlights against the gray blanket that covered the streets, the soft silence of the world as it was coated in white. He remembers the serenity of the fall and the chaos that ensued afterwards. Classes cancelled, roads closed, stores ransacked. The most delicate thing he had ever seen and it caused a panic in the capital city he called home for four years.
He remembers his first snow even more intimately as he kisses Langa, rolling in his bed sheets, tangled in expensive threads that will have to be changed out in the morning. The soft feel of Langa’s skin on Ainosuke’s fingers, the gentle puffs of breath against his neck, the reckless abandon of a young man brimming with untapped hormones.
Ainosuke likes it, the way Langa bites and grinds with no ceremony, desperate to satisfy the urges his body he’s still growing used to. He hums, runs his fingers through soft, pale blue locks of hair, trying to control the pace of their tongues. But Langa grunts in response, hips twitching against Ainosuke until he can feel Langa’s desperately hard cock rub up against his thigh, trapped within the confines of his pants.
Ainosuke hums, rolling the pair of them over so he’s on top of Langa, letting his other hand trace delicate lines down Langa’s spine, slipping past the loose waistband of his jeans.
“Langa,” he hums out, holding in a laugh as Langa immediately shuts Ainosuke’s mouth with another hungry kiss. He kisses back gently, taming the wild storm that is Langa’s insatiable appetite. “Take it easy, love.”
“No.” Langa bites at Ainosuke bottom lip, pulling it towards him until he nearly suffocates Ainosuke in another kiss. Pulls him down upon him, chests heaving breaths against each other, eager young hands gripping finely toned muscle.
Langa wraps a leg around Ainosuke’s thigh, humping it like a pup. A soft patch of wet grows against Ainosuke’s pants, already drenched through the thick fabric of Langa’s jeans.
“You’re so eager today,” Ainosuke laughs out, giving his lips a different task as he kisses down Langa’s jaw, settling on his neck as he sucks purple bruises into snow-white skin. He grips Langa’s asscheek, soft plump flesh melding perfectly against his palm and sucks harder when he feels the vibrations of Langa’s moan through his skin. He lets a finger wander, teasing at Langa’s puckered rim. He wants to get back in and quickly; having spent the entire week in Tokyo has left him parched, he needs to indulge in Langa now. But he knows how to savor his bites, enjoy his meal. Make it last. Maturity offers him that control, control that his lover most certainly lacks.
“No!” Langa growls out deeply, his own hand slipping low and gripping tight within Ainosuke’s pants, the force of his desires flipping the pair over until Langa is on top.
Ainosuke stares up with wide eyes, a loose strand of dark blue hair blocking his vision. Langa’s eyes are dark, pupils blown out, lips red, breath ragged. He grasps Ainosuke’s ass once more, a hungry rumble emanating from his chest. “You, I want to fuck you.”
“My dear, sweet Langa,” Ainosuke chuckles out, tapping the pad of his finger against Langa’s hole. “I don’t think you realize how much I crave to be…”
Langa shuts him up again, a rough and wet kiss stealing Ainosuke’s words from his lips. Langa grips again, his long fingers reaching their target as he pokes and prods at Ainosuke’s quivering rim. “Want to know…what you feel like,” he moans out, a string of spit connecting their lips until it disappears with a swipe of his tongue. “I’ve been dreaming of it.”
Pale skin flushes with red as Langa admits his desires, throat bobbing in a heavy swallow.
“All week.”
Ainosuke’s breath catches in his chest, his hips instinctively grinding up against Langa, his body reacting to those words. All week? Dreaming of him? A pathetic whine leaves Ainosuke’s throat, his hand trembling over Langa’s ass. “You…”
“I want to fuck you, Adam.” He grips Ainosuke’s ass one more time, the pad of his finger pressing against Ainosuke’s hole until it flutters open for just a moment. “Now.”
Langa bites his lip in such a way it causes Ainosuke to flip them over once more, tumbling on the bed until he can get that lip between his teeth, eat up all of Langa until there’s nothing left. His cock throbs in his pants with each exploratory motion Langa makes on his ass. But he won’t let him win. The game just got interesting.
“Oh?” Ainosuke gasps out, hovering over Langa, getting lost in the way his pale hair splays against the deep red of the pillowcase. “You wish to fuck me?”
“I going to.” Langa’s look is dark as his finger breeches Ainosuke’s hole.
With a gasp, Ainosuke falls to Langa’s strength as they tumble over the bed once more, Ainosuke’s head dangling off the edge as Langa breathes heavily above him. “And you’re going to like it.”
Ainosuke doesn’t doubt that, though he doubts Langa’s skill. Still so young, so fresh, so inexperienced. Does he truly know how to please a partner through penetration alone? Is he strong enough to bend and twist Ainosuke in the perfect position until he’s babbling nonsense? True, the boy picked up skateboarding rather quickly, but is sex requires a different set of skills.
Ainosuke grumbles, tightening his hold along the back of Langa’s neck and pushing him down for a rough kiss, biting at his lips until he can taste the iron tang of blood. He swallows a laugh as it seems to rile up Langa who bites down with enough force to make Ainosuke bleed, too.
He really shouldn’t doubt Langa. He knows he’s a quick learner, however…
They tumble on the bed once more, their bodies askew, the sheets ripped out from under the mattress. Side to side, now. On equal footing. But not for long.
“And you’re so sure about that?”
Langa smirks, just like the one that made Ainosuke fall in love with him during their first beef at S. He licks up a bead of blood and rolls on top of Ainosuke, letting one hand slip out of his pants to grip at the back of his knee.
“Yeah.” His voice is soft, as if he’s drunk on the moment. He sits up on his knees, lets his finger penetrate even deeper into Ainosuke.
Holding back a cry, Ainosuke grabs the front of his pants, pushing them down until he’s fully exposed, watching how Langa’s eyes dart down, pupils dilating with hunger. He licks his lips again, eases down the rest of Ainosuke’s pants.
“Did you make me cry in your dreams? Make me scream out your name until I turned hoarse?”
Langa nods, not once making eye contact, gaze locked on Ainosuke’s erect cock, glistening with precum.
“Did I come for each thrust you made? Making a mess of the bed?”
Langa pulls off Ainosuke’s pants, tossing them to the side, his hands rolling up and down muscular thighs, head nodding as if it’s just a reflex.
“Did you fill me with your seed until it was dripping out of me?”
“Yeah,” Langa answers, voice cracking under his need, his head lowering between twitching thighs. “You looked pretty.”
Pretty. Ainosuke nearly laughs. That’s not the word he was expecting from Langa, but he has little time to react before Langa’s lips are against his hole, tongue circling his quivering rim. He gasps out, legs spreading on reflex. Slowly, he presses against Langa’s tongue as it slips into him, his back arching off the bed, eyes fluttering closed. Experimental licks, a soft bite at his cheek; Langa’s inexperience is evident, but so is his passion as he picks up the pace, gripping tightly around Ainosuke’s thighs, spreading them even wider until Ainosuke can feel the burn.
Langa’s spit drips between his cheeks, soft hums leaving his lips as his tongue darts in and out, sending shivers up Ainosuke’s spine. Finally, he lifts off, resting his cheek against Ainosuke’s throbbing, pink cock. His lips are wet, eyes heavily lidded, and he’s smiling. “That was…”
Ainosuke doesn’t let him respond; he’s had enough time to recuperate and leaps off the sheets, throttling Langa into submission, smirking as he watches the realization dawn on his face. Pale blue hair flows off the edge at the foot of the bed, dangling as Langa’s face fills with red, the pressure building as the blood rushes in.
“I enjoyed that, however,” Ainosuke starts, lifting off to grab Langa’s pants to tear them off his legs. The fabric rips, floating to the ground as Langa watches, transfixed. Ainosuke will win; he likes to win, no matter the game, no matter the situation. He slithers low, between Langa’s knees, and presses his nose to Langa’s cock, messy with clear fluid pearling at the slit, fat and pink between his thighs. He watches as Langa slowly becomes aware of the change of position, head only falling further back when Ainosuke thrusts in two fingers and swallows down Langa’s cock to the hilt.
Let him fuck my mouth, Ainosuke thinks, listening to the coos and moans erupting from Langa’s throat. He writhes under Ainosuke’s hold, long, slender fingers finding their target, reducing Langa to even more cries as a spurt of cum fills Ainosuke’s mouth.
He swallows it down, licking up the length of Langa’s cock as his mouth pops off.
“That was quick.”
Langa groans, pushing himself up on his palms, arms shaky. His glare is dark, eyes narrowing. His cock is still hard, as is his resolve, it seems.
“Not…finished,” he says and he bolts forward, tossing Ainosuke down against the pillows and lining his cock up with his hole. “But I’m gonna…”
He tries to thrust in and Ainosuke winces and the head of Langa’s cock trying to spread the tight rim of his hole.
“Shit,” he mumbles, sticking his fingers in his mouth to lather them up with spit.
Ainosuke lets him; the show is worth it, watching as Langa improvises on the spot, anything to make it work. Warm, wet fingers glide over his hole moments later and his cock twitches at the intrusion, much smoother than earlier. Langa’s thrusts are quick and shallow, but once Ainosuke’s hole is dripping with spit, he leans forward, nose pressed against Ainosuke’s, cock up against his hole again.
Langa swallows hard, the sound of it filling the large room. He’s shaking and it’s enough to get Ainosuke to want to switch their positions once more, but he’s curious to see how Langa will do, how quickly he’ll come from Langa’s first time inside. He reaches up a hand, cupping Langa’s cheek and closing the distance with a kiss.
A soft serene moment, like watching snowflakes cover the roads, bit by tiny bit, until the sirens start to blare from the other side of the neighborhood.
Langa thrusts in, shallow at first, his bulbous head fully submerged. He moans out of the kiss, body shaking. Tears form at the edge of his eyes and Ainosuke wiggles his hips down, lets Langa’s cock in just a bit more.
“Feels…so good,” Langa cries out, arms shaking as they attempt to keep him upright above the bed.
“You can move,” Ainosuke says, voice soft as he gives in to Langa’s desires. Not that it’s difficult; he’s been weak to that face since the beginning.
With a nod, Langa latches his mouth onto Ainosuke’s neck, biting hard as he begins to thrust in; slow at first, but quickly building up speed, deepening his reach each time.
It takes Ainosuke some time to grow used to the feel of Langa’s cock, but soon his body responds. He lets Langa slip deeper and deeper, his voice cracking as he tries to whisper soothing words that do nothing more than entice teeth to break skin. He gasps out, the warm trickle of blood blooming at his neck.
Langa’s head pops up, a small drip of blood on his lips.
“S-sorry…”
But Ainosuke grab his hair, pulls Langa down until a few strands pop loose in his hold and their mouths meet again. Langa goes for broke, the bed creaking beneath them until Langa is slamming against Ainosuke’s prostate over and over, stimulating his body with shocks of electricity up and down his spine. His cock throbs between their bodies, rolling over Langa’s stomach with each thrust. His vision begins to blur while Langa continues to chant, over and over in his ear:
“Adam, h-hah, Adam!!”
“N-no,” Ainosuke moans out, feeling his balls begin to tighten as Langa slaps into them. “My name, say my name…”
Time seems to slow down and a hazy glow illuminates behind Langa, like those streetlights did during those quiet storms.
“Ai…nosuke…”
His chest surges at the sound, heart pounding loud in his ears. Their bodies slap together as their voices mingle in unison, filling the room with the echoing cries. Hot breaths, warm bodies, and with one last cry, Langa spills inside of him.
“Ainosuke!”
With a garbled moan, Ainosuke comes as well, the hot trickle of spend deep inside him making him shiver. A chill shakes through him as he comes down from the high, down from his toes up his skin as goosebumps emerge. He shudders which gets Langa to look up. He smiles, high on his climax, and as he kisses Ainosuke he says:
“That’s two.”
Ainosuke shifts his head back, quirking a brow at the comment. “Excuse me?”
“Two times I’ve won against you.”
Ainosuke feels a surge take over his body and he rolls over and on top of Langa once more, their bodies still connected.
“Cheeky little bastard. Let’s see how many times you’ll ‘win’ tonight.”
But Langa merely laughs, bucking up his hips as he reaches up to kiss Ainosuke once more, soft and serene like snow.