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"Doppooooo!" Hifumi calls as he walks through the front door. "I'm home!"
He does that every time, even though he knows Doppo is almost certainly napping around this time. He always passes out the minute he gets home, wakes up and does paperwork late into the night, then has trouble falling asleep until around 3 or 4 AM, after which he can nab maybe two hours or so of sleep. Hifumi might be even more aware of Doppo's routine than his own.
Hifumi hangs his suit up; he'll start on laundry in a bit, he'd like to settle down for a moment first. He sits and practically melts on the couch, happy to finally be home. Then, to Hifumi's surprise, Doppo comes out of his room, all bleary-eyed and using the wall as support.
"Hey, you're up! You want something to eat? Oh, maybe we should watch a movie tonight! It's been a while."
Doppo just silently shambles over to Hifumi on the couch and drops to his knees in front of him. Hifumi expects him to rest his head on his lap and pass out again all cute, but he's instead setting about unzipping Hifumi's fly.
"Huh?! That's a little sudden!"
Hifumi pulls Doppo's head back to see his eyes-- so tired and dull.
"Wait, are you sleepwalking or something?" he asks, grabbing Doppo's wrists to stop him.
"No," he mumbles, pulling at Hifumi's hold.
"Ah, is it morning wood? You only get like this in the morning--"
Rather than regain control of his hands, Doppo just dips forward and mouths at Hifumi's cock through his pants, sending a jolt up Hifumi's spine that sends him well on his way to hardening. The only time Doppo ever initiates even kisses is when he's too tired and horny to feel self-conscious for once. It's the only time he'll agree to be on top, too.
Content to let Doppo do what he wants, Hifumi lets go of his wrists and buries his hands in Doppo's soft, messy hair. He runs his fingers through it, smoothing it back and admiring the highlights underneath. Hifumi still can't believe he got Doppo to agree to match with him.
"Did you have a dream about me, is that it? Did you wake up missing this feeling?"
"Talk too much..." Doppo complains in a mumble, his mouth free as he tugs at Hifumi to get him hard.
"Heh, you don't really mind it, do you?"
Doppo hadn't even changed out of his work clothes before falling asleep. His button-up is askew and Hifumi slides a sleeve off his shoulder. Doppo follows the movement, shrugging out of it as Hifumi's fingers lightly tickle his skin. His tie is probably thrown somewhere on the floor in one room or another, along with his belt and jacket. One might think Hifumi would be the chaotic and messy one, but Doppo has so much pent-up frustration and no nerve to take it out on anything but innocent household items. It's not that he breaks things; he just tosses them around and glares at them, which is honestly endearing.
When he takes Hifumi in his mouth, the room is silent save for slick little noises and the light shuffling of clothes as he moves. Hifumi is already half-hard and his cock twitches in Doppo's mouth with a nearly synchronous groan from both of them. Doppo has a weak gag reflex but always manages to power through it, so he doesn't really gag so much as he involuntarily pulls back every so often and makes a lot of noise, pleased or otherwise. Maybe he wouldn't have so much trouble if he didn't seem to like deepthroating so much. Predictably, Doppo takes it all in only to pull away automatically with a sound halfway between a retch and a whine. Hifumi giggles at him and holds his face in his hands, preventing him from trying again.
"Just use your tongue, Doppo!" he says, gently guiding Doppo's head back to his cock. Doppo licks at it and mouths the side of it and Hifumi brings a hand up to his own face, moaning into his wrist less out of a desire to muffle it and more just out of habit. Soon, Doppo takes the head into his mouth again and it slowly slides to the back of his throat. Hifumi thinks he should pull Doppo away and insist he doesn't push himself, but it feels too good to make him stop now.
Doppo closes his eyes and eases into a slow rhythm, trying to get his gag reflex to cooperate, and Hifumi has to bite back another moan as he watches Doppo unbutton the last few buttons that were still holding his shirt together and trail a hand down to his waistband. He reaches under it almost idly, like he's much more focused on Hifumi's pleasure than his own. Hifumi returns the hand near his face to Doppo's hair and watches him touch himself as he works. He can feel Doppo's throat rejecting him, feel the trouble he's having, but Doppo speeds up a little anyway in time with his hand. He falters a bit as he pauses to push his waistband down for easier access.
"Doppo..." Hifumi moans, using all his self-control to anchor himself to the couch; it's so difficult when Doppo tries his hardest to swallow him like that, withdrawing almost completely and sucking on him before fully sheathing him again.
Doppo is making even more noise now, his muffled voice soft and wanting until it strains as he takes Hifumi in. A steady stream of saliva escapes from the corner of his mouth and Hifumi suddenly pulls Doppo's head away just to catch him off guard with his mouth still open. He quickly closes it and swallows, bringing his free hand up to wipe the drool from his mouth, and Hifumi regrets getting greedy.
"No, I like seeing that," he protests, tracing Doppo's lips with his thumb.
"How can you like it..? It's gross."
"Maybe I like gross stuff!"
"I guess that's just Hifumi."
"... Hey, what does that mean?!"
"Let me," Doppo says, trying to lean forward. He's just barely apart from his cock-- Hifumi can feel his breath-- and he sticks his tongue out to catch a bead of precome, slowly licking up the slit before retreating it back into his mouth. Hifumi moans and gives Doppo enough slack to move again.
Doppo moves faster to match his hand, his expression tensing and shoulders drawing in on himself each time Hifumi's cock hits the back of his throat. He sounds so good, panting and moaning around him like that, and it's not long until he's drooling again. Hifumi watches him bring a hand up, clearly intending to wipe it away, but it hesitates before coming back down on Hifumi's thigh without accomplishing its goal. Hifumi pets his hair with an appreciative smile.
Hifumi can tell by how the pitch of Doppo's voice steadily raises that he's close, and just that knowledge has Hifumi right there with him. He lets Doppo deepthroat him a few more times-- god, it feels so good-- until he pulls Doppo's head away again, holding him in place by the hair with one hand and stroking himself with the other. Doppo takes the hint and opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, ready to catch his come, and the sight makes him moan and stroke faster. Doppo brings his other hand up to rest opposite the other on Hifumi's thigh, clearly intent on edging until Hifumi finishes all over his face.
He presses the head of his cock on Doppo's tongue when he comes, flooding his mouth and spilling semen all down his chin before aiming at the corner of his lips, unintentionally splattering some up his cheek in the process. Doppo lets it all fall out of his mouth, never having been one to swallow, but he does make a show of licking it off his lips. He can handle swallowing tiny amounts, at least; a few droplets at most.
"Get up here," Hifumi says, patting his lap. Doppo climbs on and Hifumi captures him in a deep kiss, happy to feel him gasp and moan when he grabs his cock. Hifumi undoes his own shirt and pushes it open, pulling Doppo closer until the head of his cock hovers just over Hifumi's bare skin.
"Come on," he encourages, kissing down Doppo's throat and feeling him twitch in his hand. "I made a mess of you, now you get to return the favor."
Doppo doesn't hold his hip movements back like Hifumi did, rocking up into his touch like he's riding him. He probably wants to right now.
"Ahh... Hifumi..." he pants in a near whisper like his voice is all used up. Hifumi feels him swallow under his lips, followed by the vibrations of a long, shuddering moan as he comes. They both take a few minutes to calm down, with Doppo rolling up his sleeve and trying to wipe all the fluids off his face without dirtying his shirt.
"That was a nice treat to come home to," Hifumi says, giving Doppo another kiss. "You going back to bed or are we gonna eat?"
"I'm awake now. And I want this taste out of my mouth."
"Food, then! I'll make all your favorite meals!"
"We don't have half my favorite meals in the apartment right now," Doppo reminds him. Right, tomorrow is shopping day.
"Then I'll just make the other half!"
Doppo looks away with a tiny smile he tries to hide behind his hand and Hifumi moves him to sit him on the couch so he can get up.
"Alright! I'll return the favor right now with my cooking, so you'd better stay awake!"
Doppo, of course, ends up dozing off on the couch by the time Hifumi is halfway through cooking.