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Kinky + Angst?

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"As long as you can get it up again that's fine with me," Hanamaki says, squeezing again and leaning to press a kiss on the other's shoulder. This short car ride feels like an eternity.

Fortunately, it's not much longer when Osamu pulls into the parking lot of his apartment. He shuts the motor off and turns to Hanamaki, grabs him by the face, and pulls him into a deep kiss.

"Let's go inside."

Hanamaki makes a soft noise in response to the kiss, parting his lip and his hand pressed down a bit more on the other's bulge. He pulls his hand away when the kiss breaks and nods.

"Yeah," he says and he makes quick work of his seatbelt and getting out of the truck. He's more than ready to be where they can get their hands on each other fully.

Osamu tries to be nonchalant when it comes to unbuckling getting out of the truck, but he wants to rush. Wants to get inside and get his hands on Hanamaki.

Once they're both out, he clicks the truck closed, and then he walks to the door, unlocks it, and walks in, waiting for Hanamaki to join him. Once the other man's inside, he kicks the door shut and takes him by the shoulders to kiss him again.

Hanamaki won't judge if Osamu is rushing. It's not like he's doing any better not acting like he's eager. He groans the moment they're kissing again, his hands going to Osamu's waist as he takes a few steps back to lean against the door and pull his body flush to his.

Osamu has nosy neighbors.

Pressing his body against Hanamaki's, he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into the other man's mouth and grinds their groins together. He's so fucking turned on. "Fuck, Takahiro, you drive me crazy."

Hanamaki's tongue slides against their bodies press and rub together. He tilts his head when the kiss breaks, licking at Osamu's jaw and nipping some. One hand slides from Osamu's waist to work open his pants.

"Only fair when you're driving me nuts," he responds, after he'd unzipped him his hand slid inside to stroke his cock as the other starts pushing down at the pants and underwear. It's not like he hadn't told him he really wanted his cock.

"Good," Osamu said, watching Hanamaki undo his jeans and push them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs out of its cotton prison, hard, long, thick, precum already making the glans wet. He's already had an eager dick, so Hanamaki's hand only makes his prick leak more.

"Fuck, you really are thirsty tonight."

Hanamaki smirks and his hand strokes the other's dick, spreading the wetness over more of his cock.

"Did you think I was joking?" he squeezes his cock.

"Just making an observation," he said, cupping Hanamaki's cheek and kissing him as his cups the other man through his pants. "I'm just as thirsty."

Hanamaki grins, pressing into the other's hand as he strokes him again. He kisses him deeper, tongue sliding against the other's. His taste is addicting. He slid his free hand down the other's side, dragging his shirt up. Who cares if they're still in the doorway. He just wants more.

Osamu pulls back to pull off his shirt and tossed it over the sofa. Then he started to undo Hanamaki's pants. "Fuck, I want you naked."

He kissed him again. "We should get to the bed," he said.

"Bed, yeah, sure," Hanamaki laughs but he's not moving yet. Instead he's pulling Osamu's shirt over his head, for him to shrug the rest of the way off as he presses into yet another kiss.

Osamu finished undressing, leaving his clothes at the door to grab later, he took Hanamaki's hand and pulled him to the bed room. He sat on the bed and pushed the other man's pants down. "Stay standing," he said, and took Hanamaki's freed cock into his mouth.

Hanamaki follows the short distance, his pants going down easily. He looks down at Osamu, his breath hitching as his warm mouth takes in his cock. Fingers slide through Osamu's hair.

"You're so fucking hot."

Moaning around Hanamaki's cock, Osamu looked up at him, eyes dark with desire as he took the other man to the root, deep throating him.

"Fuck," Hanamaki curses, his fingers tightening into the other's hair as the other takes his cock deeper. He keeps still, watching the other with his mouth full of his dick.

Osamu loved sucking dick. He looked up, his eyes dark with affection as he swallowed around Hanamaki's head. Then he pulled off to about half-way, then sunk back down, starting to bob his head in a nice rhythm.

Hanamaki's grip lessened, fingers lightly massaging the other's scalp as he watches Osamu sucking him off. It was hot, really hot. The corner of his lips twitched upward as he tilts his head.

"You really do like to eat things, huh," he bites his lip after he says it, his eyes give away the amusement he's feeling which does take a backseat to the lust and pleasure.

Pulling off, Osamu looked up, smiled, his eyes dark with lust and affection. "I do," he said. Then he leaned up and kissed him. "I really, really like you Takahiro."

Gently, he pushed the other man back and kissed his way back down to his groin, taking his cock into his mouth with a pleased moan.

Hanamaki's hand slipped out of his hair, cupping his cheek as he kisses him back. He blinks at that. It's such a simple thing but his heart skips a beat. He basks in it for a moment. "Osamu... I really, really like you too."

He doesn't remember the last time he liked someone so much, that he thought about them when going to sleep and again when he woke up. His hand slides into the other's hair again, watching him intently as he kisses back, his dick twitching in anticipation. "Fuck you're really hot too," he exhales as the other's mouth is on his dick again. He presses his hips up, encouraging him to take him deeper again.

And take him deeper, Osamu does.

He opens his throat, and then swallows around the head of Hanamaki's dick while he's got him back there, stroking his thighs as he does.

It's been ages since he liked someone this much. Years even. It's not as if he had been floating through life, he ha just been focused on other things. But now that he was...

Well, he could see a life with Hanamaki Takahiro.

"Shit," Hanamaki moans and he can't take his eyes off Osamu. His gaze is a mix of lust and his growing affection for him. He pets his fingers through his hair, down along the side of his neck, thumb brushing against his throat.

Hanamaki has definitely thought about a future with Osamu, but he hesitates not because of uncertainty but... Osamu has his life together, his restaurant and everything. Hanamaki's struggling to get his career off the ground. But it just makes him want to work harder to feel like he's at an even status in life with Osamu.

"Can't believe how much I like you," he murmurs. They haven't even gone and fucked yet and he's attached as hell.

Osamu hums at the touch, leaning into the best he can with a cock in his mouth. He bobs, swallowing when he takes the man's prick all the way into his mouth, and sucking on the head when he comes up to it.

He's used to people not having their life together, and he's very aware that he lucked out when it came to his business. He's a great chef, and he worked hard to get where he was, but he was in the right place at the right time to get his brand off the ground.

(And part of that is thanks to his brother, but he's not going to think about Atsumu while he has a cock in his mouth.)

He looks up, pulling off. "I... yeah, same," he said, pressing a kiss to the other man's thigh. "It's a lot. It's a little scary, but the good scary."

Hanamaki moans softly, letting his thumb continue to rub over his adam's apple as his cock is getting sucked. His eyes are hooded and dark with desire when osamu comes off it. His hand moved, thumb caressing against his bottom lip.

He nods. "Good scary," and just scary scary too but it's just his own critical brain that causes that for him. "This is good. We're ... good." together.

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