Thread by @a_very_smolfrog

Okay I have not been able to stop thinking about this. It's a little different with it being #UshiIwa with DILF Ushijima

cw // age gap and mentions of cheating (not Ushiwaka though, he would never) nsfw

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Hajime rubs his eyes, still swollen from crying, and crusty with sleep. He had hoped that he would wake up and this would all be some terrible dream, but the sterile guest room that greets him when he wakes up quickly brings him back to reality.

"Fuck," he whimpers, pressing his palms into his hands.

The night had started out so perfectly. Being long distance is hard, but they (or at least Hajime) was determined to make it work. He and his boyfriend had been together since their first year of high school.

Hajime /loved/ him. And he thought that Kenzo had loved him too...

It's just Kenzo and his dad, who welcomed Hajime like a second son. With Kenzo coming back for the weekend, he threw a big dinner in celebration, and without hesitation insisted Hajime spend the night.

They had kissed, laughed, ate, drank. It was perfect.

Until later the evening, when Hajime and Kenzo had gone upstairs. Things had gotten heated between them quickly--video calls and sexting only does so much--and then, everything began to fall apart

A single dark mark, right on the small of Kenzo's back. At first he tried to play it off as a smudge of dirt, then he remembered he got a massage and they must have dug in too hard, after that it was he was pushed into the edge of a table

Hajime wasn't buying it. He didn't budge and eventually Kenzo caved. Cheating. The entire time he was at college.

"The distance is just hard. But I don't care about them. It's just physical. I only love you." He had protested when Hajime tried to leave

Begging him to stay and try and talk things out. But it was all too much. Alcohol made Hajime's head spin--mixing with the pain, anger, and sadness--a potent cocktail for a breakdown Hajime could feel coat the back of his throat.

Bitter, curdling in his gut. He wanted to vomit.

Instead he locked himself in the guest room and sobbed. At some point he must have passed out, crying himself to exhaustion.

His mouth feels dry, fuzz on his teeth from not brushing them before bed.

He's still in his jeans which are pinching his skin uncomfortably. He checks his phone and sees its almost 2am.

Sighing, he leans back against the pillows and tries to think about what his next steps are.

He could go home. He chose to stay and go to college close by

because his parents needed him to stick around and help run the family store. It's a bonus cause he has a part time job, and saves money by living with his parents. But right now he wishes he had his own place. They would no doubt wake up when hearing him enter at such a late

hour, and then he'd have to explain everything which would probably lead to him crying even more. His eyes throb at the idea of shedding another tear.

In his haste to get out of Kenzo's room, he had left his overnight bag in there

so getting his keys would require sneaking inside, and the idea of seeing Kenzo at all makes his stomach lurch.

So, it looks like he's staying here for the night. Well, he can at least brush his teeth with the spare he leaves here and get some water.

Standing up, he sheds his jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. He peaks outside into the dark hall, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees the crack under Kenzo's door dark.

The bathroom is down the hall, between Kenzo's room and his dad's.

God, what does Ushijima-san think about all of this? Hajime's heart cracks a little more when he realizes this means he won't be around him anymore either. Ushijima-san has always been so kind to Hajime.

Hajime is going to school for sports medicine, and as a retired athlete,

Ushijima-san has been helping Hajime with his studies and even helped him secure an internship with the sports medicine team that works with his old professional volleyball club.

Tears well up in Hajime's eyes as he walks to the bathroom.

He doesn't even bother turning on the light, knowing the space well enough to navigate without it. Everything is blurry anyways as tears spill down his cheeks.

He pulls his boxers down and goes to sit on the toilet, needing to just pause and catch his breath

but instead of finding cool porcelain, he feels something warm and hard underneath him. He jumps, letting out a sharp cry. The space is small, and he ends up hitting the wall, boxers falling around his ankles and tripping him. He kneels on all fours

looking back over his shoulder to find a shocked Ushijima-san sitting on the toilet.

"Iwaizumi-kun," he says concerned, leaning forward to brush a wide, calloused palm against his shoulder. "I apologize for startling you."

The kindness is too much for Hajime, a painful reminder of the second family he is about to lose, and he just breaks down again. Somewhere in the background he hears the door close, and two strong arms wrap around his shoulders and draw him into a secure chest.

Hajime clings to him, crawling closer (but the bathroom is tiny, especially for men their size, so its not like there was much distance between them anyways) and buries his face into Ushijima-san's neck.

The entire time Ushijima-san stays quiet, rubbing soothing circles onto Hajime's back, until finally he cries himself dry once again.

They sit in silence for awhile while Hajime's breathing returns to normal.

"I am sorry," Ushijima-san finally says. "For how he has treated you. You deserve much more Iwaizumi-kun." Hajime lets out a broken, hiccupy laugh.

"I think the thing I'm most sad about is not being able to come here anymore."

Because, while Hajime loved Kenzo, he loved his family just as much, if not more. Ushijima-san's kindness, his Obaasan's warm cooking, the giggles and squeals of joy all his cousins have when Hajime plays pretend with them around the house.

"Iwaizumi-kun," a finger settles under his chin, pulling his face up so he can look at Ushijima-san's stern, but gentle eyes. "You are /always/ welcome in my home." The declaration causes Hajime's heart to stutter, the kindness once again blowing him away.

This close, Hajime can count the hundreds of tiny freckles covering the bridge of Ushijima-san's nose. He's an avid gardener, skin sun kissed from hours in the yard, hands calloused from working in the dirt.

Hajime can feel all 5 of his finger tips pressed into the skin on his

back.

"Thank you," he whispers because he lacks anything else to say. Kenzo doesn't look much like his father, and Hajime thinks thats a shame, because Ushijima-san is quite attractive.

He sucks in a little breath at that thought, as if he's scared Ushijima-san

can read his mind and hear that thought. The heat radiating off of them starts to make Hajime's sweat, skin tacky where they touch. And that's when he realizes he's still naked, boxers having slipped off his legs when he crawled next to Ushijima-san

His cheeks burst into flames and he sits up to grab them, apology on his lips, but the room is so cramped, and the only good place for him to put his hand on the ground is between Ushijima-san's legs, and thats when his eyes drift down to see the hardness tented there.

Hajime freezes, unable to tear his eyes away. Ushijima-san clears his throat, and moves an arm down to cover himself.

"Iwaizumi-kun, I apolo-" Hajime doesn't let him finish. Maybe its the heart break, maybe he can still blame it on the alcohol, or maybe its the

3 year crush he's been harboring on Ushijima-san that just hit him like a truck in the middle of the night on the bathroom floor. Blinded by his puppy love for Kenzo, he hadn't realized the "admiration" he had for Ushijima-san meant so much more until

faced with the thought of never seeing him again. Hajime had easily accepted the fact that he would never see Kenzo again, but not seeing Ushijima-san was what really broke his heart.

Hajime presses their lips together with desperation.

He's sure his lips are chapped, salty with tears, his breath must taste terrible, but all he can focus on right now is the hand on his back that pulls him closer.

"Wait," Ushijima-san breaks away. "This isn't okay. You're my son's boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend," Hajime quickly

corrects him. Ushijima-san lets out a soft, exasperated sigh.

"Even still. You are heartbroken and young. I do not want to take advantage of you. You deserve better than that Iwaizumi-kun."

Hajime moves his hand thats braced against the ground, cupping the hardness in

Ushijima's boxers. The way his nostrils flare and his breath stutters makes Hajime's mouth water.

"It seems like you want to take advantage of me a little bit." His words are bold, but he feels anything but. He's desperate for something. For a kiss, a touch, a fuck, something

to ease the ache in his chest.

"And you /are/ better Ushijima-san. You've always cared about me. Guided me. Helped me." he squeezes Ushijima's cock again, sparks exploding in his chest when he feels a damp patch against his palm.

"Help me now, Ushijima-san."

They stare at each other for a few moments. Time hanging still in the darkness of the bathroom. Hajime can see the war raging in Ushijima's head. The devil and angel on his shoulder, pulling him in different directions.

It's definitely playing dirty, but Hajime squeezes again, and gives the devil the small push it needs.

Ushijima is on him in an instant, pushing him back against the floor, crowding his space. His body blankets Hajime's and then some

and fuck, that makes Hajime's cock throb. Ushijima kisses him like a man starved, expertly dragging whimpers and moans out from Hajime's mouth with his tongue.

Already, the difference in their skill level is evident, and Hajime leans back and lets Ushijima-san play him

like a fiddle. Because underneath the arousal and sadness, there is a solid foundation of trust. Hajime knows if he gives the slightest indication that he isn't enjoying this, Ushijima-san will immediately stop. No hesitation. No questions.

Because he /cares/ about Hajime as a person more than anything physical happening between them. That causes tears to well up in Hajime's eyes again, spilling down his cheeks. They leak into the seams of their lips causing Ushijima-san to pull away.

He looks down at Hajime, gaze soft, but underneath it is something hungry. It grows sharper when Ushijima brings up a thumb to wipe underneath Hajime's eye.

He brings his hips down and rolls them against Hajime's causing Hajime to close his eyes and moan. More tears spill

down his cheeks.

cw // I guess this now has Dacryphilia

"So beautiful," he whispers, kissing a trail down Hajime's neck. His skin burns with desire the farther down he goes. Hajime is still very naked, while Ushijima is still in his boxers and a simple t-shirt

The imbalance makes Hajime tremble. He's wound so tight he could probably come just from grinding. Ushijima sits up onto his knees, pulling Hajime forward so his ass is pressed up against Ushijima's cock. Broad hands sweep down Hajime's open thighs

and his eyes devour every inch of Hajime's skin. Feeling expose, Hajime throws an arm over his eyes, scared he's going to melt under the heady gaze.

"Are you sure you want this?" Ushijima-san asks, voice going tender for a moment. Hajime lets out a pitiful whine.

"Ushijima-san, please don't make me beg." Ushijima lets out a low laugh that travels right down Hajime’s spine and rests there, heavy and aching.

"Next time," he whispers, leaning down to capture Hajime's lips again.

He doesn't have anytime to think about the implications of those words before Ushijima is pulling him up off the floor. They stumble into a, blessedly, empty hallway, but this time instead of turning back to the guest room, Hajime is led into Ushijima's.

The second his back hits the bed, Ushijima is on him again, this time, hands wandering as he manhandles Hajime up towards the pillows.

Hajime's hopeless to do anything but follow his direction, using every last ounce of concentration to keep up with the clever tongue in his

mouth.

Ushijima is everywhere at all once. Fingers tweak Hajime's nipples, teeth nibble on his ear, hot breath fans against his neck, a thick thigh slots itself between Hajime's legs.

He pants, whimpering as he chases all the sensations, mind swimming

with pleasure and want.

"Ushi-" he whines when lips wrap around his nipple and suck on the sensitive flesh. "Ushijima-san, /please/," he doesn't even know what he's asking for, but it seems like Ushijima does because he pulls off Hajime's nipple with a pop.

The saliva cools in the air causing Hajime to groan, missing the heat, but welcoming Ushijima's lips pressed against his own.

"You're so sensitive. So responsive," Ushijima mumbles into his skin, moving from Hajime's lips, down his neck, across his chest.

"I'm, ah, sorry," Hajime whispers. He really should be cognizant of how much noise he's making. Kenzo is just down the hall, and even though they're not together, and he and Ushijima-san are both consenting adults, fucking your ex-boyfriend's dad the night you broke up

isn't exactly a good look. Even if it's the best decision Hajime's ever made. Ushijima sits up and stares at Hajime, sitting between his open legs.

"Don't apologize," he says, bending down. Hajime's cock jumps when he feels Ushijima's warm breath on him. A bead of

precome leaks from his slit and runs down his shaft. Hajime watches Ushijima's eyes track it down his skin, licking his lips, before looking up at Hajime.

"I like it."

Ushijima gives him a smirk, the only foreshadowing Hajime gets, before he swallows him down in one gulp.

Hajime brings his hand up to his mouth, teeth digging into his palm, as he yells at the sudden heat. He's already trembling as Ushijima's head bobs up and down on his cock.

Stars sparkle in the edge of Hajime's vision as a tongue teases his slit.

Rough fingers reach up to fondle and cup his balls. Spit runs down Hajime's crack as Ushijima takes him down to the root over and over--relentless and unwavering.

Hajime grips his hair, tethering himself to earth in fear that he might float away to a higher plane

of existence. A sharp tug causes Ushijima to moan around Hajime's cock, the vibrations rattling the marrow of his bones.

"I-Ushijima-san," words fail him as Ushijima hollows out his cheeks. The final nail in the coffin is a calloused pad of a finger pressing against Hajime's

hole, just barely pressing in. Hajime's back arches off the bed, air leaving his lungs, as he comes down Ushijima's throat. His vision whites out and for a few, blissful moments, Hajime is a creature of pure pleasure. Ushijima's name falls from his lips

like water, and quenches a thirst that was so pervasive, Hajime hadn't realized it was there until he reached this oasis.

He falls back into the bed boneless. Ushijima crawls back up next to him, lazy like a panther that is full from a fresh kill.

They kiss slowly, the urgency from before replaced by contentment and fatigue.

Hajime reaches down to return the favor, only to find a sticky mess in Ushijima's boxers. He pulls away with a confused noise.

"I like your noises," Ushijima-san explains, a blush high on his cheeks. Warmth rises through Hajime's chest like sunrise. How can someone who just gave him an earth shattering blowjob, be so cute and sincere not even 5 seconds later?

There's a lot he needs to work through and think about, but exhaustion pulls at his eyes, and he can see Ushijima-san's starting to sink too.

He should probably go back to the guest room, but Ushijima's gravity is too strong, pulling him underneath the blankets

and into a pair of strong sturdy arms. He sighs, content and satiated.

Maybe, this night turned out perfect after all.