7: research is crucial
Low moans reverberated against the walls, filling the bedroom with an erotic song. It made the temperature rise, sweat dripping down their bare body.
"Husband," a quiet but obviously needy voice whispered, a few streaks of light landing on the figure sitting across Fushiguro Toji. The early morning sunlight gave the man an ethereal glow, as if he wasn't of this world.
"Is it not... too early for this ungh—!" Hyousuke gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth as his body shuddered from pleasure. A hand pushed his and Toji's cocks together, rubbing them sensually that it clouded his mind.
"Ha," Toji sneered as he held Hyousuke by the nape, his thumb caressing the man's jaw. "Early? You didn't let me finish last night when your fucking work called you away." Recalling Hyousuke's ringtone caused Toji to grit his teeth and further fueled his ire, causing him to rub faster.
Hyousuke, who had just gotten home not even ten minutes ago, felt pleasure crawling to every part of him. Toji's hand was rough, filled with scars that would never fade.
Closing the distance between them, their chests grinded against each other as the couple kissed, trying to gain dominance over the other. Hyousuke found himself clutching Toji's hair between his fingers, and willingly moved on his own.
Not only their chest but also the rest of their bodies grinded against one another.
Toji felt his lips twitch when Hyousuke no longer acted reserved like he was just a few moments ago. His arms snaked around this man's waist, his fingers tangling around that long strands of hair draped behind Hyousuke.
Each strand glistened under the sunlight.
No matter how many times Toji sees him, Hyousuke kept getting more and more alluring that his beauty could become everyone's addiction. It was a simple thing to get drunk when making eye contact with this man who appeared like an untouchable immortal.
A deity that everyone could only worship.
But this so-called deity embraced him intimately.
In that moment, it was as if the world was at the palms of his hands.
"So," Toji whispered into Hyousuke's ear once they pulled away from the messy kiss. "Who's gonna take the dick in?"
The smile on Hyousuke's lips jerked ever so slightly.
"Of course it will be you, husband. I do have to let out some leftover stress from work, yes?" Lust flashed within Hyousuke's eyes as he pinched Toji's chin between his fingers. "So, bend over for me, husband."
That face filled with need, eyes that glistened with nothing but love; they caused Toji's breath to hitch for a moment.
All this time, he knew how much affection Hyousuke held for him.
But he didn't think it reached to this point where all Toji could see in Hyousuke's eyes was his reflection and nothing else.
Fuck.
All of a sudden, Toji's world blurred as Hyousuke flipped him over, ass high up. The CEO lick his lower lip.
Toji's entrance was pink and a bit swollen, a clear indicator that after not being able to cum last night, this husband of his actually played by himself when he left for work.
"Naughty husband."
Toji, who turned his head to glance at Hyousuke, curled his lips into a mischievous smirk.
"You obviously liked it despite how damn innocent ya look, Hyousuke."
Toji recalled the few weeks before Hyousuke left many years ago that the other had actually been watching sex videos in broad daylight... inside Toji's room.
At that time, Toji had been mortified but Hyousuke, with that same fucking smile on his lips, turned to face him and had said, "This? It is research for when we get married to each other, husband."
Who would have thought that he, Fushiguro Toji, would fall so low like this in life that he would actually use his body for money?
On the bright side, he was much more experienced than Hyousuke in this regard.
However, when they had their first sex together, Toji, who was arrogant because of his experience, finally realized how unfair this world was.
Especially to him.
Born in the Zenin Clan, had no choice but to use his body for quick money, and became a mercenary of sorts for hire; the man witnessed and personally experienced how Hyousuke quickly made him cum several times... in succession.
That... was utter humiliation.
Something thick and warm pressing against his swollen hole pulled Toji out of his memories, only to feel his entire body shiver as Hyousuke entered him in one swift motion.
"Hngh!" Toji bit into the bedsheets, trying to keep his moans down. The walls were not that thick. If he were to voice his pleasure out any louder, those damn brats might come over out of curiosity and ruin his time with Hyousuke.
"Haa," Hyousuke let out a deep breath while pushing back his hair, revealing his entire face. "Husband, shall we make this quick? I have to make breakfast, yes?"
Just before he could complain, the quick, deep thrusts of Hyousuke's hips knocked the air out of Toji's lungs as Toji squeezed the mattress under him.
Ah, shit— emerald eyes turned cloudy from pleasure. "H, Hyou— fuck!" Toji buried his face into the pillow before cursing under his breath, his hips trembled as cum shot out of him.
"Hyousuke—!"
"Shh," his eyes turned into crescents as Hyousuke gestured at his husband to be silent. "What if our children hears you and sees you in this state? Such a lewd man, moaning his husband's name; do you not think that it is a little bit shameful if someone sees you like this, husband?"
Hyousuke smiled, before grabbing Toji by the wrists and pulling him up. His back bumped into Hyousuke's chest as the CEO nibbled Toji's earlobe.
"But do not be alarmed; your husband shall take care of everything, Toji."
.
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"Mama! Papa! What's for breakfast?!" Tsumiki came running into the dining room with a sparkling smile. When she saw her father scratching his back, an idea filled with mischief entered the little girl's head.
She changed directions and barrelled into Toji's back... who fell straight to his face instead of balancing himself.
Megumi, who had just reached the bottom of the stairs, stared at his sister and his rotten father lying on the floor.
"... is tat a mwew game?"
Hyousuke, he heard everything inside the kitchen, chuckled under his breath.
He might have hurt Toji's waist more than he first thought if a little girl like Tsumiki could topple him over.
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Fanfiction[COMPLETED] hyousuke x f. toji When he was young, Zenin Toji met a visitor who wanted to make him his husband. Of course, he refused. What sort of stranger would do that kind of thing? But who knew that he would long for Hyousuke, who ended up not d...
