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Kinky + Angst?

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"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.

Osamu looked up at him, gray eyes dark with desire. Lots of desire. Desire in spades.

He lightly bit Hanamaki's thumb, before returning to his cock, giving the organ a long, slow lick before swallowing it down again.

Hanamaki's cheeks were pink with arousal and the nip to his thumb sends a shiver along his spine and feels just as enticing as the warm mouth that is soon surrounding his dick again.

"Mmm, that's good Osamu," he breathed, head tilted back, his chest rising and falling in an unequal rhythm with quickened breath and soft noises as he started to leak more pre-cum, his hips rocking up.

Osamu is pretty good with his mouth. A lifetime oral fixation did that. He worked his boyfriend's cock hard, sucking and licking, getting a bit sloppy now with how much fun he was having with Hanamaki's dick. God, he tasted so good.

He brought his dominant hand up to palm his balls, gently rolling them in an effort to get Hanamaki to cum.

“Fuck, Osamu… babe,” he rocks his hips up into his hot mouth, panting and moaning. The touch to his balls has him coming undone. It only takes a few seconds more for him to come, his hand tightening in Osamu’s, pushing down on his head as his lift without even thinking it through.

When Hanamaki cums, Osamu holds it in his mouth to taste, then swallowed it down greedily. He gives a few more licks to Hanamaki's dick before pulling off and looking up at his boyfriend with a pleased smile.

He climbed up onto of him and kissed him soundly.

Hanamaki lets out a heavy breath as he drops his head back, fingers soothing through Osamu's hair as the other pulls off his dick. He glances at him and then grins as he moved over him.

He slides his hand down his back and the other goes to touch his cock, stroking it again after it'd been out of reach for a bit.

Osamu pulled back, looking into Hanamaki's eyes, his dark eyes made darker with desire and affection.

"Fuck, you turn me on so much." He kissed him again.

Hanamaki strokes him, one of his legs going around his waist to press him more flush against him. "I want you," he grins briefly before he kisses him back, eyes closed as he focuses on the taste and feel of his body.

"You want me like this?" Osamu asked, his hand cupping Hanamaki's ass. "Fuck, I want to bury myself in you." He shifted back, keeping his hand on his boyfriend's ass as he reached over, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. "Need this?" he asked holding the rubber up. "It's been a while for me, so I don't need it if you don't want it."

Hanamaki glances at the condom when Osamu holds it up. His mind is way more interested in the hand that's on his ass but he actually gives it a minute. The cautious part of him almost says yes even though he trusts Osamu. He shakes his head after a moment longer.

"Just want you inside me already."

"Give me a sec." Osamu coated a finger with lube, and gently pressed into Hanamaki. He was sorely tempted to just slick himself up and push in. But, well, he was on the bigger side. Nothing monstrous, but pushing it. So he didn't want to hurt Hanamaki.

"Promise I won't make you wait," he murmured as he kissed the other man again.

Probably a good way to go on the first time together but Osamu would definitely find out that Hanamaki would be agreeable to that. His eyes close for a moment as the other's finger pressed into him.

"Mhm," he exhales, eyes closing as he kisses him back. He nips at him, though, so he can murmur, "don't have to do much more than that."

Pushing his finger into Hanamaki as he kissed the other man. "Fuck, you feel good my finger, can't wait to get my cock in you."

He kissed along Hanamaki's jaw, nibbling a little until he moved to his neck, kissing his pulse point as he worked his finger in and out of him.

Hanamaki kisses him needily, his body tightening around Osamu greedily and he wants more. "Want you to fuck me so bad."

He tilts his head back exposing his neck to him more, swallowing heavily. His hands stroke over Osamu's sides, along his broad back. "I can take it like this," he adds, the longer Osamu fingers him the more impatient he gets.

"If you're sure," Osamu said, pulling his finger out of Hanamaki and pouring more lube into his palm. He quickly covered his cock with it and pressed the blunt head to Hanamaki's entrance. "Okay, here we go."

And with a soft grunt, Osamu pushed into Hanamaki.

Hanamaki nods. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t think it’s true. He looks at the other getting his cock wet and ready and the desire burns in him. It’s funny how much he likes him, how much he wants him like this too. He never would’ve thought he’d find the perfect guy from a blind date set up by relative idiots.

His entrance tightens a little when the head presses but he lets out a breath and relaxes before the other is pushing into him. “Fuck,” he hissed, his body tight as it’s stretched out by Osamu’s cock. It’s the sort of burning at first that’s got this strange tinge of pleasure and he definitely has no regrets about hurrying Osamu up.

“Shit,” he exhales, it is hard to not just tighten around his dick, though. But he wants him deeper.

Osamu watched Hanamaki's face as he slowly pushed his way into the other man. It feels so good, the warmth of Hanamaki's body, the way he's stretching out around him.

He had gotten so fucking lucky when he finally agreed to that blind date Bokuto had been nagging him about. "Fuck," he murmured in agreement, leaning down to softly claim the other's lips as he bottomed out inside of him.

God, he felt it good. It wasn't like he was celibate since his last serious relationship, but it had been a few years since he liked anyone this much, and that emotion always made the sex so much better.

Osamu's dick is thick and is filling him up so fucking well. They both had been so lucky that their friends had pushed them into that random blind date. How often do those things even work out? And yet here he was having sex with someone he actually really liked. It'd been a long time since he'd done that. it wouldn't be a push to say he'd probably been in high school the last time emotions had had any connection to sex.

"Osamu," he exhales, kissing him, getting used to the size of him now that he'd pushed all the way in.

"Takahiro," he murmured. "Fuck, baby." He kissed him back, moving his hips slowly as he worked his cock into him. "You feel so good."

He worked his arms under him, holding him close as they make love. Make love, not just having sex, not just fucking, making love.

Hanamaki tightens his hold on Osamu, and feeling Osamu’s strong arms wrapping around him has him feeling warmer and so… happy. He presses kisses to his lips a while longer before tilting his head and dragging his lips along his jaw and down to his neck. He kisses, licks and then bites at the curve of it, sucking as he raises his hips toward Osamu’s, tightening around him.

"Fuck," Osamu moaned again. "Takahiro."

He pressed himself against Hanamaki, wanting to be as close as possible to the other man. "You feel so good," he murmured. "So perfect."

Hanamaki holds onto him tighter and sucks at the spot a bit more, it'll leave a pretty decent bruise and he's pleased to leave his claim on the other.

"You feel perfect," Hanamaki murmurs, licking at the abused skin before moving to kiss Osamu on the lips again.

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