𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙 | 𝙐𝙯𝙪𝙯𝙚𝙣

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙

This is the edited version of 𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙙, which I originally uploaded on December, 16th in 2021. The old version is available in the next chapter, because I didn't want to lose the comments under it! It was my first ever written smut, after all.

And now, on September 10th in 2022, I'd like to say that I improved majorly. Enjoy the slight changes and 200 additional words! <3

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The air around them was crackling with tension, like fireworks on a heated day in mid summer. It was a good thing that the shoji door was slid open, letting in a humid breeze alongside soft chirping coming from the garden.
A loud whine echoed off the wooden walls, as Zenitsu arched his back off of the futon. In response, Uzui let out a deep chuckle, while his hand wandered over the blond's firm chest. He pinched his lover's right nipple, which elicited another high-pitched whine from the younger man; this time a bit louder than before, and much needier.

"Uzui-san!", Zenitsu grumbled, followed by harsh pants of breath. He was visibly unhappy about the lack of action between them. The older man had held him in place for quite some time now, leisurely playing with the luscious body beneath him.
"I told you not to call me that.". Uzui growled, hovering above him. Grinding his hips teasingly into the younger man resulted in a small gasp. Zenitsu averted his gaze, and started to flush a delicious shade of red. All the while, Uzui couldn't stop staring at his cute face, which was so lustful, just for him.

The man leaned down, balancing his arm next to the blond's head, and whispered into his ear:
"What's my name, Zenitsu?".
The younger man under him couldn't help himself but shudder. The slight change in position had Uzui's cock pressed up against his prostate in the most desirable way. At the same time, his deep voice and hot breath against his sensitive ear drove him crazy.
Zenitsu proceeded to breathe heavily as the other's hand began to wander over his chest once again, trailing an invisible line down creamy skin with painted nails.

The blond only huffed out a fed up sigh. "I won't continue until you say it, Songbird.". Because of the special name, Zenitsu tilted his head back again to face his lover, so that his honeyed eyes met fuchsian ones. The blush adorning his plump cheeks hadn't died down yet, and his lips formed a beautiful, albeit frustrated, pout.
"... Tengen...", he whispered shyly. No normal person would've heard his delicate voice, yet Uzui picked up on it nonetheless. "Louder, baby, I couldn't hear you.", he replied with a smug smile on his lips. He leaned back up and grabbed Zenitsu's toned thighs tightly, making the younger man groan sensually.

The blond's patience began to run even thinner, and he couldn't bring himself to keep on resisting. Thus, a sigh, dripping thickly with lust, escaped his lips. He held his arms over his head, long blond hair resting between them, as he once again arched his back oh so beautifully, to ground his hips further onto the cock inside of him.
He let out a sinful moan, only partly feigned and suddenly entirely shameless, as he maintained their gaze upright. "Tengen.", he purred in a sultry voice, flushing an even darker red than primarily thought possible. It was a shame, but the dimmed light coming from the lantern didn't reveal the entire beauty of his blush, reaching down past his chest to pebbled nipples.

Uzui's mind stumbled over itself at the incredible sight before him, causing him to got even harder than before. He licked his lips and grabbed Zenitsu's thighs even stronger. He smiled down at his beloved, and started thrusting his hips in a slow motion. "Good boy.", he groaned, eyes never leaving his little songbird.
The blond kept moaning with that perfect little mouth of his; Uzui deemed it his favorite instrument, making the most beautiful sounds his sensitive ears had ever picked up. He sang especially loudly as the man hit his prostate again. Wanting to hear more of these delightful noises, Uzui decided to pick up their pace, white hair swaying with each motion over his naked shoulders.