ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔒𝔠𝔱𝔬

Osamu woke up in a bed.

That was new.

He groaned, slowly rolling onto his side and shifting the covers. He stretched out his arms and yawned, rubbing his teary eyes as he spotted an alarm clock with bright red numbers.

11:52 p.m.

Why was the room familiar?

He placed his hands on the mattress and glanced around.

"Shit," he muttered, scratching his forehead. He had stayed at Suna's place. Well, not that long at least. He barely remembered barging in around nine o'clock or so, and the rest was fuzzy. Osamu massaged the back of his neck, swing his legs over the side of the bed, and standing.

He opened the door and saw Suna sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone as usual. What was not usual was the pair of large round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

He was wearing black boxers and a black T-shirt, his legs on the table as he fanned himself weakly.

"Uh..." Osamu started, earning Suna's attention.

"Oh good, yer awake," Suna said, sparing him a brief glance. Osamu laughed, embarrassed.

"Sorry about bargin' in on ya like that. 'M usually better with that kinda stuff," Osamu apologized. Suna hummed.

"It's fine. Yer sober now, right?"

Osamu nodded.

"Good." Suna continued to flip through the pages of his book, leaving Osamu who stood awkwardly. "There's breakfast on the counter, my roommate bought me pancakes as a peace offerin'," Suna spoke again. "Help yerself."

Osamu nodded and walked to the fridge, opening the door and finding a plate with Saran Wrap over it.

He grabbed two pancakes and found a bottle of syrup, pouring the amber liquid over them.

He decided to just use his hands and started scarfing down the fluffy cakes.

After he finished, he hand washed the dish and his hands then dropped onto the couch next to Suna.

"Sorry 'bout droppin' in on ya like that," Osamu said, breaking the silence.

"Mm." Suna didn't bother looking up. "Where'd you get all those joints anyway?"

"I uh..."

"I know ya sell weed, relax," Suna sighed, closing his book with a satisfying thump and taking off his glasses. Osamu furrowed his brow.

"Yer always tellin' me to relax," he realized. Suna shrugged.

"Yer a big ball of anxiety, 'f'anything, yer brother is more chill than ya," Suna pointed out. Osamu gasped.

"How dare ya," he teased, making Suna laugh. Osamu smiled and scratched his chin. "Yanno, ya might give me shit but it's been a while since I had real fun," Osamu started.

"Don't get sappy on me, Miya," Suna ordered. Osamu chuckled.

"Nah, but seriously. 'S'nice... doing this..." Osamu admitted, gesturing between the two of them. Suna and Osamu gazed at each other for a moment.

Slowly, Osamu leaned forward, his lips brushing against Suna's. The blocker flinched and pulled back, but Osamu knotted his fingers in Suna's hair and tugged his head back, kissing him harder.

Suna groaned, his throat buzzing. Osamu snagged Suna's bottom lip between his teeth and pulled down gently. His other moved under Suna's shirt and pinched his bud. Suna gasped then cried out, his eyes widening and his cheeks flushing.

"Yer a real masochist huh?" Osamu whispered, his teeth grazing the shell of Suna's ear. Suna trembled when Osamu hoisted him onto his lap and grabbed his hips, pushing him down against his thigh.

"I just got a little rough and yer cock is already growing..." Osamu hummed. Suna whimpered when Osamu squeezed his ass and pulled his cheeks apart.

He started grinding down on Osamu's thigh, trying to get more friction.

"Fuck... ya wanna fuck my thigh so bad?" Osamu grunted, gripping Suna's jaw. Suna shuddered.

Osamu unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. Suna unbuttoned his own pants and let them drop to the floor, followed by his underwear. Osamu forced Suna to straddle his thigh, his cock lying flat against his leg. He guided Suna's hips, moving them up and down.

"Miya—"

"Ya want my cock up yer ass? Get yerself off on yer own first."

Suna placed his hands on Osamu's shoulders and scoffed.

"Shit... I let ya sleep over and ya treat me like—THIS~!" Osamu slapped Suna's ass lightly, startling him but not hurting him.

"Ya want me to fuck ya or not?" Osamu growled, pulling off Suna's shirt and exposing his swollen nipples. He flicked one gently and used his mouth to suck on the other.

"Fuck-yes! Yesyesyes~!

Suna let out a choked moan and started grinding against Osamu's thigh. Osamu bit his lip, getting harder by the second while watching Suna's expressions. From the way, he furrowed his brow to the way his mouth parted.

His cheeks were flushed.

Suna moved his hand and wrapped his palm around his cock but Osamu grabbed it, pinning his wrists together and holding them to his chest.

"No hands," he ordered. Suna whined while he kept humping Osamu. His tip dripped with precum, slicking his cock. The way his skin rubbed against Osamu was lighting his nerves on fire. His dick was fully erect and peeking out of his black boxers.

Suna's hips started to jerk, his actions choppy and strings of saliva dripped down his chin. He dropped his head onto Osamu's shoulder, his moans muffled and his lips tickling his skin. Osamu groaned softly and his hand started to rub his own cock slowly. Suna panted and nuzzled Osamu's neck, biting his bottom lip as tears squeezed past his lids.

"Fuck—m'closeeee," Suna moaned.

"That was fast," Osamu hummed. Suna whimpered and shook, his cock twitching against Osamu's thigh.

"Comingcomingcoming—fuckkkk~! Oh~ah~!" Suna released onto Osamu's leg, his cock flushed red and soft. Osamu threw his head back when Suna started pumping his dick for him. He dropped down and swallowed his cock entirely, gagging. Osamu moaned lowly, his hand resting on Suna's head and coaxing him down gently.

"Fuck... just like that~just like that-ohhh..." Osamu slowly thrusted his hips up, gripping Suna's hair. His climax started to build every time Suna groaned when his nose brushed against the base. "Shit~!" Osamu came into Suna's mouth and kept his head down with his hand, his abdominals clenching as he released. Suna sat up but Osamu grabbed his jaw. 

"Swallow," he ordered. Suna shuddered, his cheeks turning redder as he slowly gulped, licking his lips and glancing down. 

"Y'always become so obedient. I figured you was a brat," Osamu hummed. 

"Or maybe I'm jus' good at tamin' ya."