Thread by @catafterdark_

#ushioi, NSFW🔞, exes to lovers

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Wakatoshi has a talent for getting on Tooru nerves. Maybe that’s the reason why he finds the man so irresistible.

Tooru grunts as his back hits the wall, their mouths already colliding in a hungry, angry kiss.

The sounds of the party goes on just outside of the room, but nothing could distract him from the slick gasps as they slide tongue into mouths and bite down on lips.

“You’re an asshole,” Tooru says.”After all these years. You’re still insufferable.”

Wakatoshi ignores the jab and bends down. With a scoop and a shrug of strong shoulders, he hikes Tooru’s thighs in his grasp.

Tooru is completely off the ground, pinned between the wall and Wakatoshi’s broad chest, completely at the mercy of this annoying, insane man.

Tooru doesn’t give himself time to squeal. He unbuckles their fly with clumsy hands, biting his lips raw as Wakatoshi occupies himself with nibbling the sensitive spot just behind his ears.

He’s hard and leaking already, and Wakatoshi is the same -

the pink swollen head peeking through his semi-formal clothes, a lewd sight multiplied tenfold by his neatly pressed shirt and slacks. He's dribbling so much pre cum Tooru could lube himself up with that alone.

He fits the both of them together in his palms, jerking them off with delicious friction as every buck of Wakatoshi’s hips scrapes him against the wall.

“And you drive me crazy,” Wakatoshi growls into his mouth.

He grinds their dicks together, catches every whine Tooru makes and swallows them, silently urging Tooru to stroke faster, harder. “Ten years, and I’m still head over heels in love with you.”

Tooru wants to call his bluff.

He wants to grit his teeth and turn away and indulge in that petty, selfish part of himself. But he can’t bring himself to lie like that. All he can do is invite Wakatoshi closer, closer, until they are one.

“In me,” he says desperately, his wrists already aching from the handjob. He feels so achingly empty. “Now, now, now.”

Tooru nearly cries when Wakatoshi slides home. How long has it been since he felt this good? Wakatoshi knocks his head against Tooru’s chin in apology,

and with another hike, hooks Tooru’s knees over his shoulders.

With the new angle, everything feels - almost too much. He’s going to fall - but, he’s safe and supported. Wakatoshi feels bigger - and deeper, and “Oh fuck, wait don’t move yet ah -!”

Wakatoshi takes it as his cue to fuck. Hard. Every thrust pushes Tooru back against the wall, each bounce letting gravity sink him back down deeper, until he feels stuffed to the brim. His toes curl and he grabs at Wakatoshi’s tie,

pulling him closer for a frantic kiss as he feels his orgasm building.

It's messy, and sloppy, and exactly the kind of love between the two of them. But it's so, so good, and even as stars burst behind Tooru's eyes and warm wetness fills his ass,

Tooru cannot deny it's the best fuck he's had all year.

"I can't quit you," he whispers between the hot, harsh pants of their afterglow.

"Then give me another chance," Wakatoshi says. "Give /us/ another chance."

He lets Tooru down gently, patting the wrinkles out his shirt and buttoning up their flies like Tooru's ass isn't full of his cum. Tooru is quiet as he submits himself to the fussing.

"Alright," he says suddenly, voice still full of hesitation. " One more try."

Wakatoshi doesn't say anything, but his joy is so strong, so palpable, that it looks as if the sun is shining its glow through his pores. He scoops Tooru's hand in his own and together, they walk back out into the party, joined once more.