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The kitchen was quiet except for the soft bubble of the miso pot on the stove and the distant, even breathing of Yuuji down the hall. Choso stood barefoot at the counter in nothing but his oversized sleep shirt, stirring absently while the morning light spilled golden across the tiles. He had checked on Yuuji only minutes earlier, easing the toddler's door open just enough to see the small body curled under the blanket, stuffed tiger clutched tight, chest rising and falling in deep, undisturbed sleep. The apartment felt suspended in that rare pocket of peace, the kind that never lasted long with a two-year-old in the house.
Hiromi appeared in the doorway without a sound, already dressed for court except for the loose tie hanging around his neck and the top two buttons of his shirt still undone. He crossed the room in three long strides and wrapped his arms around Choso from behind, pulling him flush against his chest. Choso's spoon paused mid-stir. He leaned back instinctively, letting his head tip against Hiromi's shoulder.
"Morning," Hiromi murmured, lips brushing the shell of Choso's ear. The word was low and rough from sleep, carrying a strong scent of the black coffee and the breakfast made with bacan and eggs that Choso had left on the bedside table for him.
Choso exhaled slowly. "Yuuji is still out. Didn't even stir when I checked."
Hiromi's hum vibrated against Choso's back. "Good." His hands began to wander, sliding under the hem of the sleep shirt, fingertips skimming the bare skin of Choso's waist. "Means I don't have to be careful yet."
Choso's pulse jumped. He turned in Hiromi's hold, and their mouths met in the first kiss of the day. It started gentle, almost careful, lips pressing together like they were reacquainting themselves after the night apart in sleep. Hiromi's hand cupped Choso's jaw, thumb tracing the line of bone, while Choso's fingers curled into the crisp fabric of Hiromi's shirt. The kiss deepened quickly, tongues sliding together, Hiromi's teeth catching Choso's lower lip in a soft tug that drew a quiet sound from the back of Choso's throat.
When they parted, both were breathing harder. Hiromi's eyes flicked toward the hallway, confirming the silence, then returned to Choso with unmistakable heat. "Up."
Choso didn't hesitate. Hiromi lifted him onto the counter in one smooth motion, the cold granite biting into Choso's bare ass and making him gasp. His legs parted automatically, knees hooking around Hiromi's hips to pull him closer. They were eye level now, close enough for Choso to see the faint shadow of stubble on Hiromi's jaw, the way his pupils had already dilated.
Hiromi didn't rush. His hands slid up the insides of Choso's thighs, slow and deliberate, thumbs dragging over soft skin until they reached the crease where thigh met groin. Choso was already warm there, arousal stirring from nothing more than the kiss and the weight of Hiromi's gaze. Hiromi noticed immediately. His lips curved into that small, knowing smile.
"Already so ready," he said quietly, voice even and controlled. One fingertip began tracing the outer lips of Choso's cunt, light teasing circles over the plump flesh, never quite parting him, never touching the slick heat waiting inside. Choso shivered, hips twitching forward despite himself. Hiromi's thumb found the hood of his clit and rubbed slow, firm circles through the thin skin, enough pressure to make Choso's breath catch but not enough to satisfy.
Choso bit his lip, trying to stay quiet. "Hiromi..."
"Patience." Hiromi kept up the teasing rubs, sliding his fingers up and down the seam now, spreading the growing wetness without ever dipping inside. Choso could feel himself leaking, the slick coating Hiromi's palm, making every glide obscenely smooth. His thighs trembled, trying to close on instinct, but Hiromi's hips kept them spread wide.
Then Hiromi used both thumbs to hook under the fat outer lips and pull them apart.
Choso sucked in a sharp breath. The sudden exposure sent a flush racing across his chest. Cool air hit the slick inner folds, his swollen clit, the fluttering entrance, and he squirmed, embarrassed and aching all at once. Hiromi held him open, gaze fixed between Choso's legs, studying every glistening detail with focused intensity.
"Look at you," Hiromi murmured. He brought his hand down in a light, crisp slap across the exposed cunt.
The wet smack echoed softly in the kitchen. Choso's whole body jolted, a choked whimper escaping before he could stop it. The sting bloomed fast, sharp and bright, then melted into throbbing heat that made his walls clench around nothing. Hiromi rubbed over the spot immediately, soothing the smart, spreading the slick even more.
Another slap followed, lighter but perfectly placed. Choso's hips bucked, thighs shaking. Hiromi delivered a third, slightly harder, and Choso's head tipped back against the cabinet with a soft thud. Slick splattered against Hiromi's wrist. The lawyer's thumb returned to Choso's clit, rubbing slow circles while his other hand kept the lips parted, letting him feel every pulse of exposure.
"You're dripping onto the counter," Hiromi observed, voice low and rougher now. He glanced at the clock. Plenty of time before he had to leave for the office.
He slid three fingers inside without warning, pushing in deep until his knuckles pressed flush against Choso's soaked entrance. Choso's mouth fell open on a silent cry, back arching hard. The stretch was immediate and perfect, thick fingers filling him completely, walls fluttering desperately around the intrusion.
Hiromi started thrusting, slow at first, letting Choso feel every drag of his knuckles against the slick heat, every ridge as he pulled almost all the way out only to sink back in to the hilt. On the third stroke he curled his fingers, pressing hard against the spongy spot inside that made Choso's thighs seize and his breath stutter.
"Right there," Hiromi said quietly, almost to himself. He kept the angle, kept the pressure, rubbing that spot firmly on every inward thrust while his thumb returned to Choso's clit, circling tight and merciless in perfect time.
Choso was unraveling. His hands clutched Hiromi's shoulders, nails digging through the shirt, leaving marks. His hips rocked to meet each thrust, cunt clenching greedily around the thick fingers. The wet, filthy sound of three knuckles plunging in and out filled the room, loud in the morning quiet, but Yuuji's soft snores never faltered from down the hall.
Hiromi leaned closer, lips brushing Choso's temple. "You're gripping me so tight. Greedy little thing, aren't you."
Choso could only nod, tears pricking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. Hiromi sped up, thrusts turning harder, deeper, fingers spreading slightly on the outstroke to stretch him wider before slamming back in. He rubbed that spot relentlessly, thumb grinding over the swollen clit until Choso was trembling on the edge.
"Come for me," Hiromi rasped against his ear. "I want to feel you soak my hand. Want to carry the smell of you into court."
The words shattered Choso. He came with a broken sob, biting down on Hiromi's shoulder to muffle the sound, cunt clamping down hard around the buried fingers. Slick gushed out, coating Hiromi's palm and wrist, dripping onto the counter in warm little puddles. His body shook through every pulse, thighs locking around Hiromi's wrist, back bowed so sharply the cabinets rattled.
Hiromi worked him through it, slowing but never stopping, rubbing gently inside to draw out every aftershock until Choso was whimpering, oversensitive and boneless.
When the spasms finally eased, Hiromi eased his fingers out slowly, letting Choso feel the drag of every inch. Choso whined at the emptiness, walls fluttering weakly. Hiromi brought his soaked hand up, three fingers glistening, and held Choso's gaze as he licked them clean, tongue dragging deliberately from base to tip.
Choso's face burned. Hiromi kissed him then, deep and slow, letting Choso taste himself on his tongue. When he pulled back, his voice was wrecked. "Stay right here. Don't move. I'm getting my briefcase, then I'm coming back to fuck you properly before I leave."
Choso's breath hitched. "You'll be late."
Hiromi's smile was sharp and satisfied. "Worth it."
Choso stayed perched on the counter edge thighs still quivering from the earlier release cunt flushed deep pink and glistening with slick that had smeared across the cool granite beneath him. Hiromi had stepped away only long enough to retrieve his briefcase from the entryway table and place it neatly beside the door within easy reach yet far enough to serve as a quiet reminder that the morning clock kept ticking. He returned in moments eyes dark with renewed hunger belt already unbuckled fly opened cock freed thick and heavy in his hand.
He stepped back between Choso's parted legs one palm braced flat on the counter beside Choso's hip steadying himself the other hand wrapped loosely around the base of his shaft guiding it forward. The swollen head brushed Choso's outer lips first hot velvet skin sliding through the wetness already coating everything. Hiromi made no move to enter. He simply rubbed.
Slow deliberate strokes dragged the blunt head up and down the slick seam parting the plump lips only enough for Choso to register the teasing pressure against his entrance before the length glided away again. The thick ridge caught deliberately on Choso's swollen clit with every upward pass sending bright sparks racing through oversensitive nerves. Choso's breath caught in short hitches hips twitching forward in tiny helpless motions chasing the contact he could not quite reach.
Hiromi watched every reaction eyes half lidded and focused. He kept the same torturous rhythm long gliding strokes that coated his entire length in the slick still leaking steadily from Choso's hole. The head nudged Choso's fluttering entrance on every downward slide dipping just past the first tight ring of muscle before withdrawing leaving Choso clenching desperately around emptiness. Again and again the cycle repeated.
Choso's fingers curled into Hiromi's shoulders nails biting through the crisp cotton of his shirt. "Hiromi," he whispered voice already fraying at the edges.
Hiromi only hummed low and pleased the sound vibrating against Choso's temple. "Patience," he murmured lips brushing skin. Another slow drag the underside of his cock sliding perfectly over Choso's clit this time drawing a sharp gasp and an involuntary arch of Choso's spine. "I like you desperate. Makes you take me so sweetly."
Choso's thighs trembled harder. The constant friction was unbearable close enough to promise fullness without granting it the heat of Hiromi's cock radiating everything he craved yet delivering nothing substantial. Slick now covered Hiromi completely shining along the thick shaft dripping down the heavy length and onto his balls. Choso could feel every vein every slow deliberate pulse every teasing rub against his aching entrance.
He broke.
A frustrated whine tore from his throat and his hand flew up slapping Hiromi's shoulder hard open palm connecting with a sharp crack that echoed in the quiet kitchen. "Fuck me already," he demanded voice wrecked raw and needy. "Please stop playing with me and just fuck me."
Hiromi's gaze flashed dark and dangerous. That small predatory smile curved his lips sharper than before. "There he is," he said softly almost reverent.
He lined up properly then no more games. One smooth unrelenting thrust and he sank inside to the root thick cock stretching Choso wide in a single long burning glide. Choso's head knocked back against the cabinet door with a dull thud mouth falling open on a silent scream. The sudden fullness after so much teasing overwhelmed him hot perfect impossibly deep. Hiromi's hips pressed flush against him balls snug to Choso's ass buried so completely Choso swore he could feel the shape of him low in his belly.
Hiromi groaned low in his throat forehead dropping briefly to Choso's shoulder as he adjusted to the tight wet heat gripping him like a vice. "Fuck," he breathed voice rough. "Always so tight for me."
Then he began to move.
Hard deep thrusts rocked the counter beneath them each snap of his hips driving him in to the base pulling nearly all the way out only to slam back inside the wet obscene slap of skin meeting skin loud enough to make Choso's hazy mind flicker with worry about Yuuji sleeping down the hall. Yet the toddler's soft even snores never faltered undisturbed.
Choso clung to Hiromi legs locked tight around his waist nails raking down the lawyer's back through the shirt leaving thin red lines that would be felt later. Hiromi fucked him relentlessly deep punishing strokes that struck that sensitive spot inside on every forward drive making Choso's vision blur with fresh tears. The kitchen filled with filthy sounds the creak of straining cabinets the slick rhythmic plunge of cock claiming him Choso's broken whimpers muffled into the crook of Hiromi's neck.
Hiromi quickened pace rhythm turning brutal. "Gonna come inside you," he rasped mouth pressed to Choso's ear hot breath fanning skin. "Fill this greedy little cunt before I leave. Want you dripping with me all morning while I'm stuck in that fucking courtroom."
Choso sobbed hips rocking to meet every thrust cunt clenching hard at the filthy promise. "Yes please do it."
Hiromi drove forward twice more then buried himself to the hilt and came with a low guttural groan. Thick hot pulses flooded Choso's depths cock twitching with every heavy spurt. Choso felt it all warmth spreading deep filling him until it began to leak out around the tight seal despite how completely he was stretched. Hiromi ground against him through the aftershocks hips rolling slow and possessive milking every last drop inside.
They stayed locked together for long breathless seconds. Hiromi still buried deep cock twitching weakly Choso's walls fluttering around him in soft aftershocks. Their breathing gradually synced harsh uneven gasps softening into something quieter. Hiromi's arms wrapped fully around Choso's back holding him close forehead resting against Choso's shoulder as though reluctant to separate even an inch.
But the clock refused mercy. Hiromi exhaled long and slow then began to withdraw.
Choso whined softly at the loss cunt clenching instinctively trying to keep him inside. Thick white cum followed Hiromi's retreating cock leaking from Choso's swollen hole in slow viscous trails. Hiromi watched for a moment eyes dark with satisfaction then reached blindly into the drawer beside the sink.
He retrieved the slim black plug they kept for mornings precisely like this one. Choso shivered as the cool tip pressed against his leaking entrance then slid inside slow and steady. Choso hissed, still sensitive. “Cold—”
“Shh.” Hiromi pushed it in slow. The stretch was smaller than Hiromi's cock yet enough to make Choso gasp as the toy seated fully plugging every drop of cum deep inside. Hiromi twisted it once gently ensuring it remained secure.
"There," Hiromi murmured thumb brushing tenderly over the flared base nestled snug between Choso's cheeks. "Keep me in you until I get home tonight."
Choso's face burned but he nodded thighs still trembling. He slid carefully off the counter feet meeting tile on shaky legs. Before Hiromi could step fully away Choso sank to his knees.
Hiromi's cock hung heavy between them still half hard glistening with a thick mixture of his own release and Choso's slick.
Choso slid off the counter on unsteady legs, knees weak. Before Hiromi could tuck himself away, Choso dropped to his knees right there on the kitchen floor.
Hiromi’s breath caught. “Choso—”
Choso didn’t answer with words. He wrapped a hand around the base of Hiromi’s cock that was still half-hard, twitching, and dragged his tongue from balls to tip in one long, slow lick. The taste was heady, salty, musky, theirs. Hiromi groaned, hand fisting in Choso’s hair.
Choso worked him clean with careful, teasing strokes, lips closing around the head to suck the last drops, tongue swirling over the slit, then down the shaft, lapping up every trace of their combined mess. Tongue dragging slow and deliberate along the sensitive underside cleaning every inch. He saved the head for last licking it clean then sucking gently until Hiromi groaned above him fingers threading tight into Choso's dark hair. When he pulled off with a wet pop, Hiromi’s cock was shiny with spit, clean except for the faint flush.
Choso looked up through his lashes, lips swollen and glossy. “All better.”
Hiromi’s groan was pained. “You little tease.”
Choso giggled soft breathless before tucking Hiromi carefully back into his pants. His fingers lingered, stroking once over the bulge before zipping and buttoning it up with gentle precise fingers then rose on tiptoe to tighten the silk tie around Hiromi's neck. The knot formed perfectly neat and professional. Choso smoothed the fabric with both palms lingering on the crisp collar.
Hiromi caught his wrists pulled him close and kissed him deeply slow letting Choso taste the lingering salt of their combined release. When he drew back his voice stayed quiet. "Be good while I'm gone."
Choso smiled small and teasing. "I'll try." Hiromi shook his head, a genuine laugh escaping as he stepped out.
The door clicked shut.
Choso stood alone in the quiet kitchen thighs pressed together to keep the plug firmly in place feeling the slow warm weight of Hiromi's cum still deep inside. He touched his lower stomach absently a small private smile curving his lips.
Yuuji's gentle snores floated down the hallway unchanged.
The morning lay open ahead quiet full and sweetly aching.