Chapter 4: Morning Devotion
The weight of Yuji’s arm was a comfort, a leaden tether to the world of sleep. But Choso had floated back to the surface, his mind curiously clear in the room’s deep blue half-light. The distant, periodic sweep of a car’s headlights painted slow arcs across the ceiling.He was sore in the best way.A satisfied, deep-down ache. But beneath it, a restless energy hummed, a low-voltage current that had his nerves feeling too close to his skin.He focused on the details to quiet it. The steady rise and fall of Yuji’s chest against his back.The coarse texture of the sheet under his cheek. The faint, clean smell of Yuji’s skin, now layered with the musk of their sweat and sex.
He wanted to live in that smell.To drown in it.
Carefully, inch by inch, he extracted himself from Yuji’s loose embrace. Yuji grumbled in his sleep, a hand flopping out to pat the empty space where Choso had been before stilling. Choso held his breath.Then he settled on his side, watching.In the dimness, Yuji looked younger. The usual boundless energy was banked, leaving just the solid lines of his face, the relaxed curve of his mouth.The sheet was pooled low around his hips. Choso’s gaze traced the shape of him beneath the thin cotton, the soft, vulnerable bulge. A slow heat, distinct from the earlier frantic need, began to pool in Choso’s own stomach.He didn’t think. Thinking would bring shame, or hesitation.He just moved.
Sliding down the bed, he pressed his face into the warm space between Yuji’s hip and thigh.He breathed in deeply. Here, the scent was strongest.Salt and skin and something uniquely, intoxicatingly Yuji. His own pulse thumped in his ears.
He nuzzled the soft cotton, his lips brushing the fabric.It was damp in places. He mouthed at it, feeling the shape of him underneath.Yuji shifted, a deep sigh escaping him.Choso froze, his heart hammering. But Yuji just turned his head on the pillow, lips parted.
Emboldened by sleep, Choso hooked his fingers into the waistband of Yuji’s sweatpants. He tugged them down, just enough. The cool air hit Yuji’s skin, and he stirred more, a faint twitch.Then he was exposed, soft and heavy against his thigh.
Choso’s mouth watered.He leaned in, letting his breath ghost over the skin first. Then, with a reverence that tightened his chest, he licked a slow stripe from base to tip. The taste burst on his tongue—bitter, salty, profoundly intimate. Yuji made a soft sound, his hips giving a tiny, unconscious jerk.That tiny movement was permission.It was everything.
Choso took him into his mouth, slow, letting the weight of him settle on his tongue. He was pliant, warm. Choso swirled his tongue around the head, savoring the taste of himself, of them, mixed together. As he worked, with slow, attentive sucks, he felt the gradual change.The filling out.The hardening.Yuji’s breathing changed.It hitched, deepened.
Choso glanced up. Yuji’s eyes were open, hazy with sleep and confusion, looking down the length of his own body at him.Choso didn’t stop. He held the gaze, his lips stretched wide, and swallowed him down deeper, until he felt the head nudge the back of his throat.He gagged, lightly, tears springing to his eyes. The sound was obscenely wet in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” Yuji breathed, the word dragged up from somewhere deep. His hands lifted, not pushing, but his fingers threaded into Choso’s hair, feeling the twin topknots. They tightened, not guiding, just holding.“Choso… what are you…”
Choso pulled off with a soft, slick pop. He kept his eyes locked on Yuji’s, his own cheeks flushed. “Couldn’t sleep,” he whispered, his voice rough. Then he dipped his head again, taking Yuji back in, deeper this time, bobbing his head with a desperate, eager rhythm. He wanted to erase every thought, every worry, and replace it with this. With the feel of him, the taste, the ragged sound of his breathing above him.
“Shit, shit,” Yuji moaned, his head falling back against the pillow.His hips bucked up, a shallow, involuntary thrust. “You’re so— oh god, your mouth.” The praise, sleepy and raw, went straight to Choso’s core. He moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration pulling a sharp gasp from Yuji.
Yuji’s grip in his hair tightened, urging him down, then holding him there. Choso relaxed his throat, taking him as deep as he could, his nose pressed into the coarse hair at the base.He breathed through it, his eyes watering freely now. He felt owned.Used.Perfect.
“Look at you,” Yuji rasped, his voice thick.He lifted his head to watch.“My good, needy baby. Couldn’t wait, huh?Had to have it.”
Choso whimpered, the sound trapped in his throat. He pulled back, gasping for air, a string of saliva and pre-cum connecting his swollen lips to Yuji’s glistening cock. “Need you,” he choked out, the confession ripped from him. “Always.”
Then he dove back down, his rhythm becoming messier, more frantic.His own need was a live wire, his pajama shorts soaked through. He rutted against the mattress as he sucked, desperate for any friction.
Yuji watched him fall apart for another minute, his own control visibly fraying.His thighs were tense, his stomach clenched. With a groan that was almost a growl, he pulled Choso off by the hair. “Okay,” he panted. “Okay, come here.”
He manhandled Choso up the bed, flipping him onto his back with an effortless strength that made Choso’s head spin. He yanked Choso’s soaked shorts down and off in one rough motion. Before Choso could even process the movement, Yuji was settled between his legs, pushing them wide.He didn’t enter him. He just looked, his gaze hot and heavy on the slick, messy evidence of Choso’s need. “You made a mess,” he murmured, almost to himself.
Then he leaned down and licked a broad, flat stripe up Choso’s slit.
Choso screamed, his back arching clear off the bed.The sensitivity was blinding, electric.Yuji didn’t let up. He ate him out with a single-minded intensity, his tongue circling his clit, plunging inside, devouring him like he was starving. He was making up for lost time, for the earlier teasing.This was no tease.This was consumption.
Choso fisted his hands in Yuji’s hair, sobbing, babbling nonsense. The climax built like a tsunami, terrifying in its intensity.He was chanting Yuji’s name, a broken mantra.
Just as he was about to go over, Yuji stopped. He reared up, lined himself up, and slammed home in one brutal, perfect stroke.
The cry that left Choso’s lips was one of pure, shattered relief. Yuji set a punishing pace immediately, his thrusts deep and relentless, the bedsprings singing a frantic song beneath them. He folded Choso nearly in half, driving into him so deeply Choso saw stars.
“You woke me up for this,” Yuji gritted out, his own climax clearly riding him hard.“So take it. All of it.”
Choso could only nod, overwhelmed, his body convulsing around Yuji’s. The second orgasm ripped through him, a raw, shattering thing that left him blind and deaf to everything but the feeling of Yuji pulsing inside him, filling him, and the ragged, grateful sound of his own name in Yuji’s mouth.They collapsed, a tangled, panting heap. Yuji, still buried inside him, rested his forehead against Choso’s shoulder, his breath scalding hot on his skin.Outside, the first faint suggestion of grey was touching the window. A bird tentatively began its song.Yuji lifted his head finally. His eyes were dark, sated, but there was a new, unreadable intensity in them. He brushed the damp hair from Choso’s forehead.
“We really,” he said, his voice hoarse but clear, “need to get that tea.”