ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔖𝔢𝔡𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔪

"No," Suna groaned, kicking Osamu off the bed before turning onto his stomach. Osamu yelped in pain when he landed on the hard floor.

"Asshole," he muttered. Suna stuck up his middle finger. Osamu stood up, glancing at Suna who was now on his butterfly phone.

He climbed back onto the bed, slapping Suna's ass gently before flopping onto his back. Suna clicked his tongue, his cheeks pink. Osamu cracked open a beer, pushing the glass between his lips.

"Ya sure drink a lot," Suna murmured. Osamu shrugged.

"Got a lot to drink away," he joked. Suna tilted his head to the side. He sat up, climbing onto Osamu's lap and taking the bottle from his hand, sipping the beer. Osamu grinned when Suna put the bottle back down and said,

"Why don't ya fuck me instead?"

Osamu gripped Suna's hips and hummed.

"I don' know... 'm not feeling very nice today," he teased. Suna pursed his lips. He leaned down, whispering in Osamu's ear,

"How about I go down on ya?"

Osamu bit his lip and grabbed Suna's jaw.

"Don't bite more than what ya can swallow," Osamu warned.

"Ya know I can swallow a lot," Suna replied.

Osamu squeezed Suna's ass.

"I ain't stoppin' ya," Osamu declared. Suna made his way down, unbuttoning Osamu's pants and pulling his cock out.

Osamu rested the back of his head in his hands, watching Suna.

Suna glanced up at him, and Osamu sighed.

"Fuck, forget a blowjob," he muttered, flipping Suna onto his back and yanking off his pants. Suna rolled his eyes.

"Make me cum first," Suna ordered. Osamu cocked an eyebrow.

"Sure thing, your highness," he answered. Suna gave him the finger again, but Osamu opened his mouth and started sucking on the digit. Suna pulled back, surprised. "Why don't ya loosen up while I get the lube?" Osamu proposed. Suna clenched his jaw, embarrassed, but nodded.

Osamu tugged off his shirt and pulled down his pants before pouring the lube in his hand. He started stroking his cock and watched Suna finger himself.

"Ah~!" Suna cried, his legs starting to shake. Osamu pushed his knees back and Suna gasped. He then grabbed the underside of Suna's legs, leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Suna squirmed and glanced at Osamu.

"What?" Osamu asked with a grin. Suna closed his eyes.

"Fuck off," he muttered. Osamu hummed, pushing the tip inside. "Hngh~!"

"Want me to stop?" Osamu whispered teasingly.

"No, no—ugh~!" Suna protested. Osamu kept pushing inside. "Fuck fuck Osamu—oh~!"

"Why are you so sensitive today?" Osamu wondered. "Hmm... maybe because of last night?" Osamu was at the hilt.

Suna moaned loud enough for his roommate to hear.

"Ohhhh—fuck fuck fuckkkk~! Right there—right... HNGH~!"

A string of moans and swears and whimpering whining left his mouth, making Osamu grow harder.

Suna clenched around him and Osamu groaned, biting Suna's neck and sucking on the flesh.

"Osamuuuu..." Suna whined. Osamu wrapped his fingers around Suna's cock and slowly started rubbing the tip with his palm. "N-NGH~! Mmm~fuck—'m gonna—"