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True! That's why Elan-kun seduced me in the shower—

[His teasing is cut short by a quick peck on the lips. He kisses back, then watches Elan bend over in front him. Braced against the wall, with one hand reaching behind himself, he looks just as Hiyori pictured in his imagination. So Elan does play with himself in the shower!

Except he's not having some fun alone right now. This time, he's presenting himself like an offering. Hiyori's eyes widen and his throat goes dry, a great bolt of heat jolting through his spine. If he had any lingering misgivings, any serious objection about not using condoms, they all seem to melt away. He feels like a man possessed as he steps forward, hands sinking into Elan's hips, gripping the sides of his ass.]

Elan-kun looks so adorably desperate.

[He says, as though his heart isn't beating fast and his fingers aren't trembling from excitement himself. He's never quite been in this sort of erotic situation, with such a shameless, eager partner. He moves a hand to position himself, pressing his uncovered cock against Elan's hole, and exhales another hot, shaky breath.]

But one of us has to be responsible, so I'll try not to mess you up too badly.

[And then he starts to push into him, into that beckoning heat. True to his word, he pauses after about three inches, noticing how tight Elan feels and not wanting to hurt him. But his breath is all caught in his throat and his eyes are wide and stunned—stunned by how tight Elan squeezes him, by how good it already feels.]

[ Elan's intial response is a low, breathy little laugh. He can feel fingers settling against his hips and he savors it. There's a tremble to Hiyori that he can feel and it makes him want to feel more of that. To see just how badly he can make him lose himself. He swallows hard, feeling the water rush against his back and seeing Hiyori arrange himself. ]

Responsibility is over-rated.

[ And then his voice turns into a low, gasping little whine as Hiyori starts to slide into him. It's been a while since he's done this with someone, so it's a little overwhelming at first. A sense of pressure and weight and heat, of being filled and split open. There's a bit of a burn and his breath stutters - but he rolls back to meet him, slowly trying to work Hiyori deeper, his body clenching tight. ]

So just... f-forget about that kind of thing for a little while.

[He hears that little whine over the shower spray, over the rhythmic pound of his own heartbeat. It strokes his desire higher, makes it burn hotter. What's even more overwhelming is the way Elan pushes back almost immediately, seeking more, hardly needing any time at all to adjust. Adorably desperate, just as Hiyori said before.

He shudders out an exhale that turns into a laugh, soft and breathless.]

Mm, I know. Forget every~thing else but Elan-kun.

[He shifts his hips, wriggling forward just a bit more. Elan wants this; he's shown that beyond all doubt. But it feels so, so tight, and Hiyori doesn't want to hurt him, and he's honestly overwhelmed himself. So he continues to ease into him slowly, bit by bit.]

And I'll make sure you forget every~thing but me~♪

[He wiggles in closer, holding Elan tight around the waist, his lips pressed against the shell of Elan's ear.]

You're making it pretty easy-

[ He trails into a low gasp, the words dying as Hiyori wriggles closer and he feels their bodies sliding against one another - and Hiyori's cock working deeper, opening up with a bit of a sting and a burn, but it feels good. Especially when he grinds over his prostate and there's that electric buzz of pleasure. Not the same as the stretched, taut, sharp feeling that comes elsewhere, but a vibration, almost. A hum that suffuses him and makes his limbs tingle.

Elan's tongue rolls over his lips and he tilts his head to give Hiyori better access to his ear, his throat, his shoulder. An arm goes back to wrap around his neck and head and tug him close for an intimate little snuggle, his hips working in a slow, circular little grind. A teaser before they begin - or maybe it'll just be this. Something slow and lazy as opposed to quick and hard. ]

[Elan twists himself around, exposing more of his nape, the side of his face. Hiyori exhales another hot breath against his earlobe before nipping the skin, still rolling his hips lazily against him.]

Nothing wrong... with being easy...♪

[Hah. He grinds himself in a bit more, before pulling out a bit and pushing in again. Since he didn't stretch Elan with his fingers, he'll just have to stretch him with, well... himself!

Then again, it's not like Elan seems to need much prep when he's moving back into him still. It's tempting to encourage that, too: to keep the movements to a minimum and let Elan do the rest. But he won't be that much of a tease. It's more fun to move together, and so he tries to grind at the same time as Elan, one hand gripping his hip while the other one strokes over his stomach. He's still not all the way in him yet, but soon.]

[ Elan bites down on his own lower lip as he feels Hiyori grind in to meet him. It is a bit of a struggle, at least at first. No prep makes it a bit harder. But he doesn't mind that right now. It's what he wants. So his breath eases out in a low sigh and he keeps rocking back, his body taking more and more of Hiyori. Bit by bit. Until finally he settles back against him, feeling full and stretched and warm and...

Well.

He won't use the l-word.

But he does take a deep breath, still bracing himself with a hand. ]

How's that feel?

["Easy" might not be the best word. He can't see Elan's whole face, but he can tell this isn't going as smoothly as it could have. But that's what all the teasing and touching and hip-wiggling has been for, and at any rate, Elan doesn't make any pained noises. He just sighs and presses back into it, slowly but surely, until Hiyori is sheathed all the way. It's him who gets them there, turning Hiyori's vision white, making him see stars.

He breathes out shallowly, legs trembling a little. It's good, so good. Unbelievably good. But he can't say that when Elan asks, can't say anything at first. Eventually, however, he breathes out another breathless little laugh.]

Pretty snug~♪

[He presses his hand more firmly against Elan's stomach. Now Elan can feel him from both sides while he nuzzles himself against his back, nose against his hair. It's soft, affectionate, warm. And maybe they're not "in love," not really, but there's nothing to say he can't be loving. That he can't make Elan feel loved; that they can't share something like that between them.]

Elan-kun's hugging me s~o tight, just like during our first time~♪

[He grinds his hips against Elan's ass, breathing out a short little moan. It's his usual brand of dirty talk, teasing and obscene, but still sweet.]

So let's... keep going slow... so we can both enjoy it~♪

[So it can last longer, is what he means. Though there's nothing to say they can't pick up the pace in a minute. For now, however, he pulls back by degrees, easing in gently again afterwards, letting his own need burn at a slow boil.]

[ Elan finds he enjoy this a lot. Although he wouldn't be doing it if he didn't enjoy it, right? But there's something about feeling Hiyori pressed nice and close and inside of him while there's lips and a nose pressing into his hair and his neck and fingers pressing against his belly. It's being embraced and almost sheltered. A funny feeling, but a good one. Not love, not exactly.

But maybe close enough.

Elan laughs, short and breathless, as Hiyori grinds up against him and Elan responds by rolling his hips back to meet him, rolling up onto the balls of his feet with a low little whine. ]

No... complaints here...

[ It really does feel strange and different but pleasurable. That slow sense of being emptied out and then filled again as Hiyori takes his time with him. His fingers grip at Hiyori, urge him a little closer - but he's fine with the pace. ]

You feel good like this. [ He murmurs. ] Careful or I'll be demanding more.

[Elan rolls back against him at the same time as he jerks forward, and he moans before warning:]

C... Careful. I wouldn't want Elan-kun to slip.

[Though Elan's at least using the wall for support. And he feels awfully unsteady on his feet, himself.

"Slow, so they can both enjoy it longer" was the idea. In truth, he might have been trying to cover up the fact that it feels so good he's not sure how long he can last if he really goes for it. Every squeeze of Elan around him threatens to turn his brain into mush, to capsize him completely in pleasure. It's better than anything he's ever felt before, like this, and he expels another hot and shaky laugh as he grinds against Elan's hips and buries himself fully.]

Haha, does that mean... I'll get to see Elan-kun's cute begging face after all? ♪

[He stays fully sheathed, head nudging against Elan's so his lips can press briefly to Elan's temple. Meanwhile the hand on Elan's stomach strokes there some more, the side of his hand brushing the tip of Elan's cock. Now there's a part of him that must just be desperate for attention. Slowly, his fingers curl around the head, forming a light grip as he rolls his hips again. Trying to give Elan what he needs... or perhaps just make him even more desperate, even closer to begging.]

[ In response, Elan spread his legs a little more to try and get a little more stable. Ending the evening by faceplanting into the side of the shower and smashing his nose would be a terrible thing, after all. Even so, he's losing himself a little in the pleasure and the heat that comes everytime Hiyori slides into him again. He breathes out in a little shaky sigh and tilts his head into the brush of lips against his temple.

He hates to admit it, but he feels... what?

Kinda safe? Taken care of?

He tries not to think about that too hard. Which is made easier when a hand slides against his cock and he makes a little noise - it feels good, especially when Hiyori is giving him something to rut himself into. He gasps, stutters, and then hitches his hips, his fingers curling against the tile as he finds himself pressed between Hiyori's hand and the roll of his hips against his ass. ]

Hiyori-

[ It's a low moan. He can feel himself building and building and he doesn't know how much longer he'll last. ]

[Elan's voice grows lower, breathier, even more deliciously desperate. He's keeping himself steady against the wall, but his hips sway back and forth, and it seems like he's trapped—unsure whether to thrust into the hand toying with his front or the pleasure he's receiving in back, perhaps. It's cute, and Hiyori loves seeing him like this.

But now he's at a crossroads. Does he really go for it, pushing them both over the edge? Or does he try to draw it out more, make Elan even more desperate? The latter is tempting. But it may require restraint he doesn't have. Every clench of Elan's body makes him feel delirious, and he's already close himself, for all that they haven't been at it too long. He's never done it like this, after all: under the warmth shower spray, a willing and eager partner bucking back against him, no condom to speak of.

For now he settles for thrusting himself in short, staccato jerks, unwilling to pull too far out of that tight, hot heat. Every movement creates an audible wet smack of his hips against Elan's ass, pricking his ears with heat, and he moans long and loud, his breath washing hot and heavy over Elan's temple, the back of his ear. Who's the one who's desperate here? Who's the one who can't help themselves?

Both of them, clearly. But he'll do everything in his power to make sure Elan's even more desperate. To pull more sweet, sweet sounds out of him.]

Haaah...

[He gives a low groan at the same time as Elan moans, and then he smiles. Pressing his hips forward, he grinds into Elan, his wrist twisting on Elan's cock, squeezing around the base and then stilling for a moment.]

Elan-kun and I... sound so good together... Just like karaoke! ♪

[(Hopefully the neighbors can't hear this "karaoke.")]

[ The short, sharp jerks earn a little noise out of Elan - a noise he might be embarrassed to remember later, but he's feeling very good in the moment. It's a sort of low whine and gasp, his breath driven out of him with the little slap of their bodies coming together. His whole body feels like its on pins and needles, a rush of heat coming over him and then another. Waves of it in time with the press and pull. His head tilts and he tries to nuzzle in to Hiyori's cheek, lost in his own want and need and the alluring, warm press of a body against his. The feeling of being filled. ]

N-not the kind you tell other people about...

[ He mumbles and he presses a kiss against Hiyori's cheek - and at the same time his hips work, trying for a bit more friction against the hand wrapped around his shift. He swallows hard and after a moment, he lets his pride fall away. He's come this far, right? Even if he's going to smack Hiyori if he teases him too much. ]

C'mon, let me... finish... [ Haaaah. It's not quite a plea, but it's close. ]

[Hiyori may just end up cooing over how cute Elan's noises were later, adding to the other boy's embarrassment. But for now he just speeds up his hips, finally driving into Elan "fast and hard" like he promised earlier.]

Mm... our little secret...♪

[Really, he should be grateful Elan doesn't want bragging rights. If he wanted to come out and tell the world he did it with the Hiyori Tomoe, some gossip rag or another might pay good money to hear it. But Elan is a good boy, one who shies away from the spotlight at that, leaving Hiyori free to be with him. To cut loose and enjoy the things he's not "supposed" to have. He tastes freedom as he flicks his tongue out and nips at Elan's earlobe, feels it as he thrusts into that mind-melting heat. Elan twists around and nuzzles up to him, kisses his cheek, and it's sweet. So good to be with him like this, so good he doesn't want it to end. But he is close, which is why he stopped his hand. He can't finish before Elan!

But with his head twisted around towards him, Elan does something unexpected. He says, "Let me finish." And the face that he shows Hiyori? It's none other than his elusive begging face. The one Hiyori. talked about wanting to see way back when.

It doesn't disappoint.

He goes temporarily speechless, eyes widening. A fresh wave of heat crashes down on him, his dick twitching where it's buried inside Elan. And then he nods shortly.]

Since you asked...

[He thrusts into him a couple of times, and moans, struggling to finish.]

... so nicely...

[It's hot. Hot inside Elan, hot inside his veins. He sees white every time he moves. But he can't ignore Elan's plea. One hand slides up his body to pluck at his chest while the other starts to move again on Elan's cock, stroking him fast in time with his thrusts. Close, he's so close. So he cries out again, making music with Elan, not caring what the neighbors might think.]

Elan-kun...!

[ At one point, Elan might have been tempted to do something like that - but these days he's just trying to put his new life together. And banging Hiyori is honestly kind of a good perk of that life, so he's not going to ruin a good thing! Especially not right in the middle of it when he can feel Hiyori bear down on him and really start to rut against his body. It's... really nice, honestly. A little painful, a little strange, but he feels very alive. Worn out and used up, but good. He makes a low little sound as teeth and tongue touch his ear and then - then that hand is stroking him hard, fast, and his plea is being answered.

His body arches and he feels himself start to finally spill over the edge. Every part of his body is taut; he can feel his belly flutter, his thighs tense, and he thrusts hard into Hiyori's hand with an answering cry. ]

Hi-yor-i-

[ His cock twitches and spurts and he's overwhelmed for a few glorious moments by the rush of heat and pleasure. Screw the neighbors, they can deal with it. He keeps pushing, rolls back against Hiyori - as if he's determined to drag him along too. ]

Come... on!

[Ah, there it is. The sweet sound of his name. That's what he loves to hear, and that's what he was pushing for!

But the results are almost too good. Elan's cock twitches and pulses in his hand, but more importantly his insides squeeze tight around him. And that feeling, of Elan clenching rhythmically around his bare cock, is just too much. It's better than anything he's ever felt before, anything he's even imagined, and he can't think: all he can do is cry out and jerk his hips, surrendering to that sweet oblivion. Their mutual climax is like an ocean wave that sweeps them both far away somewhere. To a tropical island, perhaps. Their own paradise!

He thrusts in deep, prepared to leave his seed deep inside of Elan.

... prepared to leave his seed...

..... deep inside of......]

...!

[His eyes fly open: at the very last split-second, he realized his mistake. His hands, one of them covered in Elan's release, grab at Elan's hips, and he pulls out in a hurry.

He's already started to come as he pushes his dick into the cleft of Elan's ass, between his cheeks. He makes a mess of Elan's lower back, painting it white. Leaving a surprising amount behind, too, considering he just came not too long ago.

He stares at that for a long moment, his head in a daze, his cock throbbing and throbbing in the aftermath. Then he lets out a weak little noise.]

..... ah.

[ Elan is a little too distracted to think about cumming inside or outside, he's panting for breath, riding out his orgasm - but there's still a slightly surprised cry as he feels Hiyori suddenly tug free of him. His knees go a bit weak and he slumps forward a little with a few hard, deep breaths and feels the spatter of the cum against his back - although the water running over him is going to handle that in a moment or two. He slumps a little more, still breathing hard... and then glances back, looking a little blery. ]

...what was that?

[ He thought that was pretty great - but the ending was a little weird, right? ]

You OK? [ OK, there's some genuine concern there. ]

[He'll find Hiyori still staring in a daze, cheeks flushed and mouth slightly open. (And hair a frizzy mess, of course, since the humidity from the shower makes it bush out even more than usual.) Only when Elan asks if he's okay does he come back to his senses, giving a short nod.]

Yep! I'm fine.

[His voice sounds slightly high, though.

... he is okay. He's just embarrassed about how he almost lost control. And maybe a tad wistful. He almost came inside of Elan, and it would've felt so good. But that's something to save for another day! ... or not. Either one.

In any case, he senses Elan's concern, and he does want to assure him that everything is alright. So he drops his hands from Elan's hips so he can wrap his arms around his stomach, hugging from behind.]

Elan-kun just felt so good that it melted my brain a little bit! But don't worry, I'll recover ♪

[And then he nuzzles the top of Elan's head.]

...well, I guess I have to take your word for it, don't I?

[ He shakes his head, a shaky little sigh slipping out of him. He turns a little, trying to let the water start to wash off some of the remains of their latest little session. No point in not getting clean, right? ]

Glad I can still surprise you sometimes. Although maybe that's not a surprise, considering we're still figuring things out about each other, right?

[ Now it's his turn to have a bit of a teasing lilt to his voice, even as he enjoys the (rather wet) cuddles he's getting in the aftermath. And even if he does feel a little worn down... ]

[Getting clean sounds good to him, which means he'll need to detach from Elan at some point. For now, however, he cuddles the smaller boy close to him. Hiyori likes him, he's glad they could meet, and he's proud of him for moving up in the world and getting his own place with its own shower! Even if he fingers himself inside it as often as he uses it to clean!]

Yep, that's absolutely true! Elan-kun is still full of mysteries~♪

[He plants a kiss on top of Elan's head. And then he slowly unwinds his arms, creating just a bit of space so the shower spray can reach in between their bodies.]

And I have all sorts of hidden talents and wonderful sides to myself that you don't know about yet! So perhaps we could play Twenty Questions after this to get to know each other better. Unless Elan-kun's so worn out that he needs a nap, that is. Then I'll be generous and let him use my lap as a pillow! ♪

[He's kidding but also not kidding.]

[ Wow, this is slander against his innocent self.

But regardless- ]

Twenty questions, huh? I don't know how much I'll be able to tell you. But sure. It'll pass the time.

[ He leans forward with a sigh, letting the water run over them again. This is going to take a bit to clean up, but... it is nice, isn't it? ]

I don't know enough about who I used to be to say much.

[But it's an acknowledgement of his lewd self.

Hiyori hums a little and watches the water run down Elan's body. (In a totally innocent way, of course.) That last remark strikes him as sad. Is he talking about Elan or "Elan"?

But whenever someone he cares about feels despondent, it's on him to raise the mood a bit!]

Then how about we play a futuristic version? I'll ask questions about what you'd like to do and who you'd like to be in the future! About places you'd like to go, foods you'd like to try, all sorts of things~♪ Sound good?

[ There's a little laugh. ]

Alright. Sure. Although I can't guarantee any good answers.

[ He remains difficult. ]

But lying down for a bit... that sounds just fine.

[ He stretches with a little groan and turns so he can finish rinsing himself off. ]

I think so too! The only problem with doing things here is that you can't fall asleep with your head tucked cutely against my chest afterwards. But we just have to be patient~♪

[He reaches for the soap while he babbles more sweet talk and proceeds to lather himself up. Or certain parts of himself, anyway. Like his nether region. That definitely needs a wash! Then after rinsing himself off, he reaches out to Elan with a soapy hand.]

Now let me clean you some more! ♪

...if you insist.

[ He's been working on himself while Hiyori handles his own cleaning - but he's not going to object to more attention.

Call him a little greedy, maybe. Doesn't he deserve it by now? After everything? He turns toward Hiyori and offers up himself for a soaping. ]

I'm not going to complain about it.

Now that's a good boy~♪

[Now that he's been granted permission, he'll slide his hands wherever he pleases. Under Elan's arms, down his sides, across his front and then around his waist again.]

Alm~ost done~♪

[... he does soap up Elan's cheeks, too. Just briefly! Just in case!]

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