mori breaks the kiss and settles back against the couch, spreading his knees wide and stroking himself through his tight jeans as fuzakawa stalks towards him, moving in between thick thighs. Mori lifts his ass to help fuzakawa shimmy his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and hardly has time to sit down again before fuzakawa is pressing kiss after kiss onto moris thighs.
He demands eye contact with the way he's staring into moris soul, waiting for the smaller male's consent.
Mori nods and there's the sound of a bottle cap creaking open, mori has no time to even think about where fuzakawa managed to grab it before he's reeling back and panting at the way fuzakawa has slicked his fingers and managed to slide them inside with no warning.
"So fucking easy." fuzakawa laughed darkly, taking in the way Mori writhed and whined on his fingers.
"Fuck-"
Mori couldn't tear his eyes away, his hips were bucking towards fuzakawa fingers, making him speed up, giving mori what he was asking for because then he was chanting:
"Oh god yes, yes, yes!"
fuzakawa looks up at mori on the sofa, eyes half lidded, body throbbing with want, and slides a hand up to twist carefully at the pink bud of a nipple.
At this point, moris mind was hazy, all pride disappeared like his words as he was soon incapable of forming coherent sentences, only focused on the rush of pleasure that rocked through his body.
fuzakawa soon pulled away, panting and satisfied with mori deep red flushed face beneath him.
"Turn around for me mori."
Mori does as he's told, arching his back in anticipation to better present his ass.
fuzakawa runs his hands down mori curves, it takes so much physical restraint to stop himself holding mori down so he can ruthlessly fuck him on his tongue.
Mori breath hitches as fuzakawa wraps a hand around his cock and tugs torturously slowly, His hips quake and his head drops down to rest in the pillows, muffling his whines.
Then fuzakawa is slamming into mori from behind, the stretch is electrifying, bringing a coiling desperation for more. The sound of mori fucking himself back onto fuzakawa is lewd and had them both panting, trying to catch their breath in the midst of the heat.
"So fucking good for me-"
fuzakawa praises, entranced by the perfect way moris body is arched with pleasure, by the every moan that slips through his gritted teeth, by the way neither of them are thinking straight, just focused on each other and chasing climax.
Mori whined again, slapping a hand over his mouth to quiet himself, fuzakawa mouthed and licked at the side of his neck before sinking his teeth into pale flesh to draw more wanton moans from the black head.
"Gonna cum-" mori warned suddenly, before his words became a helpless moan and hot come pumped out, soaking the leather seats as his body spasmed.
fuzakawa worked him through his orgasm, in awe that he'd made his best enemy come on his cock, this only encouraged him to drive his dick faster into mori, seeking his own release.
fuzakawa snapped his hips forward, rougher than before, knocking the breath out of moris lungs, his hands landed heavily between moris shoulder blades, pushing him down into the sofa.
Fuzakawa inhaled sharply, the heat in his gut getting hotter as he neared his limit, He grabbed a fist full of moris messy locks, lifting him up slightly so he could bite down at the juncture of moris collar and neck and cum, hard.
"Fuck-"
fuzakawa took a second to catch his breath before pulling out and pressing a kiss against moris neck.
