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This was going to be their first three-day weekend together.
In the four months Nanami and Higuruma had been seeing each other, both men were constantly swamped with work. Even on the weekends when Higuruma would sleep over at Nanami's, he spent a lot of his time going over case files. He would often work well into the night while Nanami made sure to keep him fed.
Nanami certainly didn't mind, preferring to spend his weekends tending to his boyfriend. He wasn't envious of the paperwork—Nanami preferred to keep work and home separate. Unfortunately, Higuruma didn't always have that luxury. His assistant was a big help, of course, but Higuruma would still end up passing out at the dining room table most nights, with Nanami having to wake him and force him to come to bed.
This weekend would be different, though. It was a slow month and Higuruma didn't have much to work on, at least not until later in the week. Plus Monday was a holiday so they both had the day off. It was the perfect opportunity, they had both decided, to spend some quality time together.
Unlocking the door to his apartment, Nanami walked toward the kitchen island and set down the two brown paper bags he had been carrying. Ingredients for dinner and dessert, of course. He had a few hours before Higuruma would arrive, which gave him plenty of time to prep and cook and hopefully have something on the table before then.
Nanami loved cooking and had a tendency to go overboard. He quickly began to work on miso soup, rice, tempura, nikujaga, and a bunch of little appetizers he knew Higuruma liked. He'd work on dessert a little later, having gotten the ingredients for dango, something easy he'd made plenty of times before.
He popped open a bottle of wine before he started, setting a timer to let it breathe a while as he got his ingredients together. He kept an eye on the clock—not wanting Higuruma's arrival to catch him by surprise.
Around 7:30, Nanami heard the distinct sound of Higuruma fumbling with his keys outside the door. His hands were shaking slightly, probably coming down from a cigarette on the drive there. Nanami was just finishing getting dinner on the table when his boyfriend walked in.
"Hey—" They both said at the same time. Higuruma's face flushed first, then Nanami's. Even at their age, the giddy feeling of seeing each other never wore off for them.
"Am I late? Dinner isn't cold, is it?" Higuruma laughed, setting his bag down by the couch and walking over to Nanami to give him a hug.
Nanami happily wrapped his arms around Higuruma's waist, pulling him in close, while Higuruma's arms slid up and around Nanami's neck. "I just finished, actually." Nanami said, pressing his forehead to Higuruma's, looking into those pretty brown eyes he had missed all week.
"I missed you." Higuruma smiled softly, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed forward to kiss Nanami. A soft sigh escaped his lips as Nanami kissed him back. "But we should eat before we get distracted." He suggested.
Nanami knew what he meant, and the prospect had his heart racing. They'd been talking about it all week over text, as embarrassing as it was, about all the sex they were planning on having. Higuruma could be downright filthy over the phone, possessing a certain level of shamelessness that Nanami simply did not. Thankfully, though, that shame did not extend to real life.
They sat down for dinner, Nanami to Higuruma's left. There was a single pair of chopsticks on the table, which Nanami picked up and grabbed the first bite of rice for Higuruma, who opened his mouth without complaint. His eyes were trained on Nanami's as he ate, his Adam's apple bobbing slowly as he swallowed.
"It's good." Higuruma hummed, leaning into Nanami, placing a hand on his leg while he waited for his boyfriend to continue feeding him.
This had become a routine for them at some point. Higuruma never had to lift a finger when it came to meals. It was comforting for them both in different ways, with an added eroticism that neither could deny. The closeness, the intimacy, the quiet—it was so uniquely theirs. Nothing mattered then but Kento, Hiromi, and the moment they were sharing together.
Halfway through dinner, Higuruma had ended up in Nanami's lap. He pressed lazy kisses to his neck and pulled back every once in a while to get a bite of food from Nanami's offering hand. Nanami would eventually forgo the chopsticks altogether. He took a piece of potato from the nikujaga and held it to Higuruma's mouth, Higuruma gratefully parting his lips for Nanami's fingers.
This time, Higuruma grabbed Nanami's wrist, not allowing him to pull away to grab another piece. Instead, Higuruma slipped Nanami's fingers further into his mouth, sliding his tongue over them and letting a soft hum rise from his throat. Nanami watched silently, curious, and crooked his fingers in Higuruma's mouth, pressing them further down his throat.
There was a small smirk in Higuruma's eyes, the action only giving him more confidence. Keeping his hold on Nanami's wrist, he tugged forward again, letting the fingers in his mouth slip in deeper until they were at the back of his throat. Higuruma swallowed, breathing expertly through his nose. He never, not once, took his gaze from Nanami's.
Two fingers weren't enough. Three weren't either—in fact, they both knew neither of them would be quite satisfied until this escalated. Regardless, Higuruma kept sucking down Nanami's fingers until he had his whole hand down his throat. Higuruma's eyes watered as he gagged on Nanami's long fingers, the erection straining against his dress pants becoming too painful to ignore.
Higuruma shoved his hips down, feeling his clothed erection grind against Nanami's. They both moaned, which caused Higuruma to gag again and let go of Nanami's wrist. He finally pulled the fingers from his mouth and let out a sharp gasp, drool dribbling down his chin as he looked at Nanami with desperation.
Barely able to catch his breath, Higuruma's mouth was covered by Nanami's in a kiss that was more tongue and teeth than lips. They were both reaching their breaking point, and if they didn't get out of this chair and into bed soon, they'd both end up coming in their pants.
"Please—" Higuruma huffed in between kisses, still wriggling his hips against Nanami's. "I want more—" He begged, grabbing at Nanami's shoulders, feeling the cut muscles underneath. He was starting to feel too hot, too claustrophobic under all his layers of clothing.
Higuruma hadn't finished his food. Nanami would clean it up later. For now, they needed to take care of the problem at hand.
"Hold on to me." Nanami said, Higuruma quickly wrapping his arms around his shoulders as he was lifted up from Nanami's lap and out of the chair. Sometimes he didn't understand how Nanami could be so strong, but Higuruma supposed he didn't weigh all that much (even if he had gained a few pounds since they got together.)
The fifteen-foot walk to the bedroom was torture. Higuruma buried his face in Nanami's shoulder as he was carried down the hall. A few months ago, he would have been embarrassed to be handled like this—but something about Nanami's commanding, rather...maternal presence made him crave it. He loved being taken care of.
Higuruma sighed in relief when his back made contact with the bed. He immediately melted into the sheets and curled up on his side as he watched Nanami stand at the edge of the bed. Nanami undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, folding them both neatly and placing them on the dresser.
"You're so fucking hot, Ken." Higuruma laughed at the absurdity of it, beside himself that he had found such a gorgeous man who loved him this much. "Sometimes I wish you'd just keep your clothes on."
"Maybe next time." Nanami smiled warmly, his version of a laugh, as he got up onto the bed with Higuruma. "Let's get all this off, hm?" Nanami gestured to Higuruma's clothes.
Each undone shirt button earned Higuruma a kiss to his lips, his neck, or his chest—tiny touches that had his cock jumping in his pants, pressing against tightening fabric and beginning to leave a wet spot on his gray slacks. As much as he wanted Nanami to rip off his clothes and curl his fingers around his cock, Higuruma loved the buildup and, despite his impending whining, could wait all night. It was always, always worth the wait.
"What do you want, Hiromi?" Nanami asked as he slipped Higuruma's belt off, tossing it aside so he could work on getting his pants down. Once he was completely exposed, Nanami rubbed his fingers over Higuruma's inner thigh, then up, just barely brushing against his cock.
Higuruma hated it when Nanami asked him that. He threw his head back against the pillows in frustration, unsure how to give one answer to Nanami's impossible question.
"I'm not going to touch you until you tell me what you want, sweetheart," Nanami said, his fingers teasing around the area, everywhere but his cock. "Don't go getting all embarrassed on me now." Higuruma let out a bratty whine and bucked his hips, trying to get more from Nanami without asking for it.
As frustrating as it was, he loved playing this game with Nanami. He loved the foreplay, wanted the pressure to build and build until his head and his vision were completely clouded with desire.
There was something else he wanted, too, he thought, noting the bulge in Nanami's pants, his giant cock threatening to rip through the fabric. Sometimes Higuruma didn’t know how he managed to fit it inside him.
He couldn’t fucking stand it.
“Let me suck your cock—please—“ He knew if he wasn't polite, he would be scolded.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” Nanami cocked an eyebrow but began to undo his own belt.
Higuruma stopped him. “No. I can wait. Let me do it—“ He sat up and grabbed at Nanami’s hands, pushing them away so he could undo Nanami’s belt instead. Somewhere in the process, he maneuvered Nanami onto his back. He was a little impatient, but still folded Nanami’s pants and set them aside on the nightstand. His boxers, however, were tossed to the floor. Nanami watched them go, but he didn’t complain.
“Oh my God, Kento.” Higuruma could cum just from the sight. Nanami was all sprawled out in front of him, one arm tucked behind his head to prop himself up slightly against the pillows. Higuruma slid down and nuzzled Nanami’s thigh, fingers slowly creeping up the opposite leg until they reached his cock.
Nanami's hips jolted at the touch, but Higuruma could tell he was doing his best to hold back. Cute. He was going to change that. He wrapped his fingers around the base of Nanami's leaking erection, drawing a soft sigh from the man in response.
"Don't hold back on my account." Higuruma said, dropping his head and lapping softly at Nanami's tip, drawing circles with his tongue to catch the precum dribbling out. He looked up at Nanami with half-lidded eyes as he wrapped his lips around him, sliding down and relaxing his throat to take more.
Higuruma was an expert at this. He squeezed Nanami's thigh to let him know he was ready, Nanami's hand sliding up into his hair and grabbing onto the dark strands. He relaxed as best as he could while Nanami began to roll his hips up, pushing his cock further into Higuruma's warm and waiting mouth.
Higuruma flattened his tongue against the underside of Nanami's cock, careful of his teeth, continuing to breathe evenly through his nose as he took more of the thick length. He didn't stop until he could bury his nose in the dark blond hair at the base of Nanami's cock. It was always so trimmed and neat and carried a lovely scent of soap and something so uniquely Kento.
Nanami was big enough to make Higuruma's throat bulge slightly as he pushed his hips up. Higuruma gagged at the sudden motion, and precum and spit sputtered out of his nose.
Nanami moved to wipe at his face, but Higuruma slapped his hand away. He loved the messiness of it, wanting to look as thoroughly fucked out as he already felt. He could feel Nanami's cock throb against his throat, the thick length making every muscle in his jaw ache.
"You're always so good for me, Romi." Nanami ran his fingers through Higuruma's hair, gently massaging his scalp before grabbing instead, keeping Higuruma's nose pressed against him.
A whine bubbled from Higuruma's throat, the vibration making Nanami buck his hips hard without thinking. Higuruma took it like a champ, though, putting his hands on Nanami's hips and shoving him down. He started to pull off Nanami's cock only to push back down to take the full length down his throat. He did it again, starting to bob his head while keeping Nanami's hips pressed down into the bed.
Higuruma looked up, tired eyes catching Nanami's gaze. Higuruma's face was streaked with tears from his gag reflex being triggered over and over, drool and precum spilling out from his nose and the sides of his mouth. There seemed to be some in his hair, too. He loved it. After acting proper and professional in a court room all week, this was exactly what he needed—for his boyfriend to just mess him up.
"I'm not coming down your throat—" Nanami said when he was getting too close for comfort. He wasn't about to risk not being able to get hard again, and he wanted to fuck Higuruma so bad.
Higuruma let out a strangled noise that meant to mean "okay," bobbing his head a few more times for good measure before pulling off Nanami's cock. He sucked in a huge breath, coughing a couple of times. He lay his head against Nanami's thigh, looking up at him with a soft laugh. "Oh, my God. My whole face hurts."
"Take as much time as you need, honey." Nanami's touches were gentle again, fingers playing with Higuruma's hair and brushing some of it up that was stuck to his forehead. He caressed his cheeks, massaging his jaw, and trailed his fingers over the bump in his nose. They sat like that while Higuruma caught his breath and nuzzled Nanami's thigh, just barely teasing his cock with a few fingers.
The break was nice, but they both wanted to keep going. Higuruma wiped his face a couple of times with the back of his hand, then smeared the mess across the sheets. They were going to need to be changed, anyway.
Thankfully, they had already gotten their clothes out of the way. Higuruma, with the help of some extra spit, sat himself on Nanami's cock and sank down until he bottomed out. The stretch was dizzying, burning a little, but he welcomed the sensation. Nanami nearly came right then and there, but he was determined to make this last as long as possible.
Warm hands came to rest on Higuruma's hips, holding him steady while he started to move. "Feel okay?" Nanami asked, trying to keep a level head. There was a part of him that wanted to shove Higuruma into the bed and fuck him like an animal. Nanami, however, possessed a fair amount of self-restraint.
"Like heaven." Higuruma leaned in to kiss Nanami, slowly rolling his hips into a rhythm, adjusting to his size. "God, I can feel you in my stomach." He groaned. Sometimes it felt like Nanami's cock would push against his ribs, making it hard to breathe.
"You're doing all the work tonight, hmm?" Nanami kept one hand on Higuruma's hip, the other now pressing against his stomach. They both moaned at the sensation, Higuruma's brows furrowing at the pressure. It was just so much at once.
"I have to—pay you back after that—lovely meal you made me," Higuruma said through a few labored breaths. He reached down to touch himself while he rode Nanami's cock, but was just as quickly denied by Nanami's own hand.
"Let me." Nanami slid his fingers over Higuruma's tip, catching some slick before he moved to jerk him off. Higuruma whined, pushing his hips down hard and grinding them in tight circles. It was overwhelming, Nanami on him and in him. He felt stuffed, his jaw still sore with the memory of Nanami's cock and his tummy full of food. The huge length inside him was just icing on the cake.
"I love you," Higuruma gasped out, kissing Nanami again while he rut his hips like crazy.
"I love you." Nanami smiled into the kiss, working up a better rhythm with his hand that matched the bruising pace Higuruma had picked up. "You feel good, Romi?"
"So good—so full—" Higuruma could cry, it felt so good. And to think they had the entire weekend to do this.
Higuruma needed another break after a few minutes, stalling his hips and slowly pulling off Nanami's cock to lie on his back. Nanami moved like clockwork to switch him places, catching his lips in a kiss as he settled on top of Higuruma. He took both of their cocks in his hand, jerking them off together nice and slow while he waited for Higuruma to ask for more.
Higuruma seemed to be slipping into another world, murmuring and moaning and whining as Nanami took care of them both. As far as he was concerned, the room was on fire, and he could feel the flames licking his whole body. The weight of Nanami atop him was suffocating in the best way.
"Please—" Higuruma murmured, digging his nails into Nanami's back, knowing he was leaving little marks that might take a day or two to fade. He dragged his nails down to let Nanami know he meant business. "Want you to cum inside me—need to be full of you, Ken—"
How could Nanami say no to that? He hiked Higuruma's leg up for a better angle, using his other hand to press his cock to Higuruma's twitching hole. The poor thing was so desperate to be filled, Nanami wouldn't dare make him wait another second. He pressed in, giving Higuruma a minute to adjust before allowing him to take more.
Higuruma locked his arms and legs around Nanami, keeping him close for nuzzles and kisses. Neither man would last much longer, the desperation for release beginning to take over. They both held onto each other as Nanami fucked into Higuruma's greedy hole that took the length and girth of his cock into his tummy without any resistance. It was perfect.
"Gonna—" Higuruma could barely get the words out, so he gave up, burying his face against Nanami's shoulder and clawing at his back. He'd never done it before, but the thought crossed his mind that he might be able to cum untouched. He wanted to try, so when Nanami reached to jerk him off, he made a quick noise of protest. "No—just hold me—" He pleaded.
Nanami nodded, holding Higuruma tight as he moved his hips and worked them both up to the edge. It was perfect, and Higuruma cried out and whined Nanami's name as he came, making a mess between both of their torsos. After that, he melted into Nanami's embrace, closing his eyes and feeling every thrust of Nanami's cock fill him up like it was made for him.
He lost track of time, but it couldn't have been too long—Nanami moaned in his ear and gathered Higuruma up as tight as he could, driving his cock in deep as he filled Higuruma up with cum. Nanami always came so much, leaving Higuruma sated and happy, even with the eventual loss of Nanami inside him. For now, though, Nanami stayed inside, catching his breath and pressing the softest kisses to Higuruma's face. They kissed and exchanged love confessions over and over until they were both too tired to move or talk.
Higuruma winced as Nanami slowly pulled out, both men ignoring the mess spilling out of Higuruma's hole. Nanami rolled onto his back and pulled Higuruma close again, letting him rest his head on his chest. They both just wanted to relax and breathe for a while.
"Are you still making dessert?" Higuruma asked after a long bout of silence, the question drawing a laugh from Nanami.
"Of course."