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When Daichi finally gets Suga into his bed, he's uncharacteristically nervous. He's usually confident in bed - knows what he likes and what he's good at, and his past partners have never complained.
And yet, now that he has Suga spread out under him, writhing on his fingers, his nerves won't quiet down. Daichi knows Suga suffers no fools and will immediately speak up if something's wrong, but there's still something gnawing at his mind. Suga looks so soft under him, silver hair spread out around his head and a lovely pink blush going all the way down to his nipples. Daichi worries he might break.
Suga picks up on it, because of course he does. "What's wrong?"
Daichi doesn't know how to answer that, so he curls his fingers instead and feels his own cock twitch as Suga arches off of the bed with a needy moan. Daichi knows he's not getting off the hook that easily though.
"That's cheating," Suga pants, looking down at Daichi with what's probably supposed to be sternness, but his blown pupils give him away. "Talk to me, Daichi."
Daichi sighs and shuffles up the bed, pulling Suga into a passionate kiss that leaves them both panting as they break apart. "I'm just worried."
Suga raises an eyebrow. "Worried about what?"
"About you."
"What about me? I'm doing great, in case you hadn't noticed."
Suga rolls his hips to illustrate his point, a devious smirk on his face. Daichi can't help but kiss him again. "I've wanted this for so long, and I'm worried I won't be able to hold myself back. I don't want to be too rough with you, or hurt you in any way."
Suga stares at him for a beat and then barks out a laugh, one of his hands coming up to cup Daichi's jaw. "As sweet as that sentiment is, you really don't have to worry about me. I can take it."
A lick of heat travels down Daichi's spine, gathering at the base of his cock. "Yeah?"
Suga smirks again, his hand moving down from Daichi's jaw to lightly scratch down his chest and thumb over a nipple. Daichi gasps and squeezes his eyes shut, and he hears Suga chuckle. "If you're really worried, start slow and I'll tell you how rough I want you to be. How does that sound?"
This is fairly new territory for Daichi, since he usually takes the lead in bed, but his cock twitches with interest. "Yeah, okay. Just to warn you, I can get pretty intense."
Suga's smirk is going to kill him. "Good, I'm counting on it."
Daichi gives him one last kiss before shuffling back down and curling his fingers inside Suga a few more times, just to see his lover buck and curse while his eyes roll back in his head. God, he wants to ruin this man.
Daichi makes quick work of slipping on a condom and slicking himself up, and then he's lining himself up with Suga's entrance and everything gets very real very quickly. Daichi feels himself shaking and he looks up at Suga, searching for an anchor. Suga looks devious and determined, his eyes dark and full of want. Daichi needs to be inside him, right fucking now.
Sinking into Suga's body is better than anything Daichi ever imagined. Impossibly tight heat envelops him as he slowly pushes inside on a single, groaning exhale. Suga's hands grip his shoulders hard, a strangled sound spilling from his lips as Daichi is fully seated. They rest their foreheads together, kissing slowly as Suga adjusts to the stretch. Daichi honestly feels like he might lose it already, his cock throbbing as Suga's insides squeeze him.
"You okay?" Daichi asks, his voice strained from the effort of staying still. He wants to move, wants to fuck, wants to take.
"I'm okay," Suga assures him, hooking his legs behind Daichi's back. "Go on, you can move."
Daichi starts off slow, just like they agreed. He pulls almost all the way out and then slowly slides in again, relishing in the tight heat enveloping him once again. Suga lets out a delicious moan as he bottoms out, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Fuck, you're hot," Daichi says without even thinking, leaning down to nip at Suga's neck as his hips start to build up a rhythm.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," Suga gasps under him, craning his neck to give Daichi better access. "You can go harder if you want."
Fuck yeah he wants to go harder, he wants to fuck Suga until neither of them have anything left to give. As his thrusts get harder, the sounds spilling from Suga's lips get louder.
"Fuck, hah, just like that. Harder, c'mon, harder."
"You're gonna kill me," Daichi mumbles into Suga's neck, feeling more than hearing the chuckle he gets in response and which is interrupted by a choked-off groan as he rolls his hips faster with each thrust. "How's that, hm? Hard enough for you, or do you need more?"
"Is that - hah, ah, fuck - all you've got?" Suga pants in his ear, and Daichi can hear the challenging smirk in his voice. Oh, it is on.
"Careful what you wish for," Daichi growls before adjusting his hands to grip Suga's shoulders, putting almost all of his weight on his forearms and pounding into the man under him with everything he has. Suga gasps and writhes under him, choking out broken moans as he rolls his hips to match Daichi's relentless pace.
"That's it, fuck, that's it, hard and fast just like that," Suga babbles under him, voice breathy and needy, and Daichi thinks he might go insane. He's not going to last long at this rate, he should slow down, but he's hypnotised by the sight of Suga under him, the sensation of Suga taking and meeting his thrusts, urging him to keep going, wanting it hard and rough just as much as Daichi does. Daichi thinks he might fall in love a little bit.
"Suga, baby, I'm gonna come if I don't slow down," he manages to get out, biting down on Suga's shoulder to muffle the desperate moans that threaten to escape him. Suga clenches around him and Daichi almost chokes on a breath.
"Don't you dare stop, don't you fucking dare," Suga groans, tightening his legs around Daichi's lower back and using them as leverage for the sinful roll of his own hips. "Give it to me, take me, don't fucking stop."
Daichi is just a man, how can he ever hope to resist those words? He keeps going, groaning helplessly into Suga's skin as he feels his release approach like a freight train with no hope of stopping. He's done for.
When Daichi comes he buries himself as deep as he can, his entire body tensing and a long, low moan reverberating through his chest as he spills into the condom. The orgasm is hard and merciless, wringing him dry and leaving him trembling, but Suga isn't stopping. Somewhere in his post-orgasm haze, Daichi knows Suga still hasn't come. He moves to pull out and finish his lover off, but Suga's legs are like a vice around him.
"If you can stay hard for me I'll be so fucking happy," Suga says, breathless yet smirking, his hips still rolling on Daichi's oversensitive cock. Daichi squirms, pleasure and pain mixing in his already exhausted body.
"Suga - hah, fuck - god, that feels-"
"Let me ride you," Suga interrupts him, clawing desperately at his back and shoulders. "You don't have to do anything, just let me, fuck, please."
"Yeah, okay, yeah," Daichi blurts out, feeling lightheaded as he moves almost on autopilot, his biceps bulging as he snakes his arms around Suga's back and pulls him up into his lap. Suga's hands find his chest and push him down until he's flat on the bed, with Suga's lean body hovering over him. Daichi's cock didn't leave his ass for one second, and they both groan when Suga fully lowers himself to take all of Daichi once again.
"Just hold out for me, tell me if it's too much," Suga says as he starts to move, rolling his hips at a sinful pace that's making Daichi gasp and writhe underneath him. It is too much, kind of, but he absolutely doesn't want to stop. He's desperate to see Suga come for him, feel him clench around Daichi and milk his oversensitive cock. Daichi feels himself twitch at the thought - fuck, could he come again?
"So good, you feel so good," Suga moans above him, fucking himself relentlessly on Daichi's aching cock. The slap of their bodies echo in the room and Daichi's head is spinning. He reaches out to hold onto Suga's hips for purchase, gripping them tightly as he's being ridden into oblivion. He never wants this to stop.
"Close, close," Suga pants after a few minutes, and Daichi moves to stroke his leaking cock but Suga swats his hand away.
Daichi's eyes widen. "You can - fuck!"
"I can," Suga confirms in a breathless voice, leaning forward to brace his hands on Daichi's chest as he continues bouncing his ass on Daichi's cock. "So close, just a little more..."
The thought of Suga coming untouched all over Daichi's chest seems to kickstart Daichi's second orgasm, the coil in his abdomen tightening faster than he's ever felt before. "That's so fucking hot, I can't, c-can't, fuck fuck fuck!"
Daichi uses his grip on Suga's hips to thrust up into him once, twice, and then Suga shouts and comes, cock kicking as he splatters Daichi with his release. His insides spasm, milking Daichi like they were made for it, and Daichi groans and curses as he comes inside Suga for the second time. There's an edge of pain to the pleasure, his body screaming as his tender cock shoots into the condom, but Daichi loves it.
Suga collapses on top of him, sweaty and panting, and Daichi pulls him in for a kiss. His hands card through Suga's hair, bushing it off of his sweaty face, and Suga hums appreciatively into his mouth. Daichi feels lightheaded with exhaustion and satisfaction, breaking the kiss to pull back slightly and smile up at his lover. Suga smiles back, gently stroking his fingertips along Daichi's cheek.
"See? I didn't break. You were worried for nothing."
Daichi chuckles as he pulls Suga into a tight hug. "You're right, I guess I was."