Underneath the Red Trees

CHAPTER 31: REIGNITED PASSION

It was two in the morning when they got to the flat. Touma and Hayate were a little too drunk, to the point that they discarded the four other drunkards behind them.

Touma pulled him into his bedroom. The door shut.

Mouth pressed against mouth.

Hayate's forearms pressed against the door, trapping Touma in a cage.

The kiss was rough. Uncontrolled. Almost savage. Hayate bit down on Touma's lip, earning a cry from the latter.

Hayate gripped Touma's upper thighs and lifted him from the ground. Out of fear, his legs wrapped around Hayate's waist and his arms around Hayate's neck.

The bed creaked when Hayate threw him down on the mattress. They were both pretty wasted but Hayate worked fast, faster than he did when he was sober. He did not even bother taking off his own clothes before he pulled down Touma's pants.

He turned Touma around. A pair of palms took hold of his ass cheeks, putting light pressure. Touma gasped when he felt something wet press against his back entrance. He let out a moan. Just as he did, he slammed his hands over his mouth. He felt his behind tense.

Hayate chuckled lowly at Touma's reactions. He bent down, placing a kiss on Touma's neck. "Don't," he whispered, "I want to hear you." The blush spread all the way to Touma's shoulders.

Hayate pulled back. He spread the ass cheeks apart before thrusting in two fingers at once.

Touma let out a muffled moan, still covered by his hands.

"Please Touma," Hayate begged, while he widened his fingers, making Touma's stomach contract. "Let me hear you." Touma's brows creased. He felt too embarrassed at the idea of moaning freely to do it.

Hayate turned him around. He stared at his face. His gaze was filled with lust and desire. 

It made Touma's heart flutter.

Touma nodded. He slowly took his hands away from his mouth. "Okay," he whispered.

Hayate grinned. He reached forward with his free hand, interlacing their fingers.

Hayate continued with his preparation. All the while, squeezing Touma's hand every so often.

Touma tried to control his breathing. He squeezed his eyes shut. His head cocked back. Fingers massaged his insides with excellent precision. This man knew exactly how to treat him. It was like he had memorised the way Touma's body worked before ever having met him.

Gravity changed suddenly.

Touma's eyes shot open.

He realised too late that Hayate was putting him on top.

Touma gasped as Hayate entered. Touma felt Hayate's head—the lower head—pressing against his stomach.

"What are you doing?" Touma gasped.

"You be on top today."

Touma was about ready to start crying. It was the embarrassment mixed with intoxication. Hayate kissed the skin over Touma's breastbone.

Touma tried to lift his hips. As soon as he was halfway Hayate thrust up.

Touma moaned. He fell back down. His stomach contracted when he once again felt the tip so deep within. "What are you doing?" Crocodile tears welled up in his eyes.

"Come on," Hayate said, he put his hands on Touma's waist. "I'll help. It won't be hard. I promise."

With shaky breath, Touma began moving up and down, supporting himself by pressing his palms against Hayate's abdomen. Hayate's hands put a type of pressure on his waist, on his lower stomach.