Haru stood in front of Sora's bedroom door, frozen.
His hands were clenched into tiny fists, pressed nervously against his pajama pants. The soft sound of the TV from the living room was distant now—this part of the house was quiet. Almost too quiet.
He swallowed.
He didn't mean it, right? That was just Sora being… Sora. He wouldn't actually—
The door creaked open.
Haru flinched.
Sora was standing there in nothing but his loose tank top and sweatpants slung low on his hips, revealing that unmistakable V-line that Haru had once said "looked like an arrow pointing to danger."
Sora leaned against the doorframe, one brow raised.
"Oh? Were you just gonna stand out here trembling all night?"
Haru blushed instantly. "I-I wasn't trembling!"
Sora smirked. "You were." He stepped aside and tilted his head toward the inside. "Come in."
Haru hesitated for one more heartbeat, then shuffled in with his head down. He wore a fluffy, oversized sweater and shorts, looking more like someone heading to a sleepover than a battlefield.
Sora closed the door behind him with a click.
Haru's heart leapt into his throat.
Sora didn't waste time. He gently grabbed Haru's hand and guided him to the bed. "You remember what I said in class?"
Haru's face went red instantly. "S-Stop saying it! You're shameless!"
"Yup," Sora replied casually. "But I love you. And I'm gonna spoil you tonight."
Haru squeaked. "S-Sora—!"
Sora pushed him gently onto the bed, crawling over him with the softest smile. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I'll go slow at first. Let's count together, okay? One… two… three…"
"W-Wait—!"
"Four…" He leaned in and kissed the edge of Haru's lips.
"…Five."
Haru trembled under him, clutching Sora's shirt. His breathing was shallow, his eyes glassy, his legs already twitching.
"You liar," Haru mumbled breathlessly.
Sora kissed him again, slower this time. "I never lie when it comes to loving you."
The rest of the night blurred into warmth, whispered I love yous, and trembling limbs. Haru lost count after round three.
But Sora didn't.
He made sure to fulfill every word of his promise—with kisses, with soft laughter, with teasing that melted into moans. And when Haru finally lay limp in his arms, dazed and clinging, Sora whispered into his ear:
"I'll always love you like this."
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Round 1: "Spoil Me, Then."
Sora's breath warmed the shell of Haru's ear as he whispered, "Ready?"
Haru trembled in response, already flushed beneath him, his thighs pressed together, sweater bunched up around his waist. He didn't speak—just gave the smallest nod.
Sora kissed his cheek, then his neck, then lower. His hand slid up under Haru's sweater, fingers exploring, palming over the thin fabric of his shorts. Haru jerked, a gasp breaking free.
"S-Stop teasing…"
"But you said I could spoil you," Sora said with a low chuckle, pressing his forehead to Haru's stomach. "And I start with dessert."
He pulled Haru's shorts down slowly, deliberately, watching every twitch of his thighs, every nervous flicker in his wide, glassy eyes. Sora's voice dropped, thick with lust now.
"Say it. Tell me what you want."
"I want…" Haru's voice was breathy, weak. "I want you…"
Sora grinned. "Then let's make this Round One something you'll never forget."
"Spoil me, then,"
The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the moon filtering in through the curtains. The soft hum of the city outside was distant, and all Haru could hear was the sound of his own breathing—shaky, light, and completely out of rhythm.
He lay on Sora's bed, arms folded nervously over his chest, legs curled slightly inward. His oversized sweater had ridden up, baring the soft swell of his lower stomach and the waistband of his shorts. Sora knelt beside him, gazing down like he was admiring a precious treasure.
"You look like a doll left just for me," Sora murmured, his fingers brushing the edge of Haru's exposed thigh.
Haru turned his face to the side, cheeks burning. "Y-You say such embarrassing things..."
Sora leaned down, kissing the side of his neck. "But they're true. You're so soft everywhere. I've been dreaming about this. About you."
With slow, deliberate movements, he pushed the sweater up over Haru's chest. The smaller boy whimpered, squirming, his tiny chest trembling slightly. The tiny, swollen mounds there were flushed, so faint it might have been imagination—except for how Haru bit his lip the second Sora's lips brushed against one.
"S-Stop… that's sensitive…"
"I know." Sora took one between his lips, sucking gently, tongue circling lazily around the small, tender nub. Haru arched, his back lifting off the mattress, one hand clamping over his mouth.
"Don't—mmn—don't tease so much…"
Sora's voice was husky now, aroused and heavy. "But I told you, I'm going to spoil you. This is what that means."
He moved slowly, treating Haru like he might break. His hands traveled lower, slipping beneath the waistband of the shorts. Haru gasped as his erection sprang free, hard and already dripping.
"Look at this..." Sora breathed, brushing a thumb against the sensitive head. Haru jolted. "So eager. You want it more than you'll say, huh?"
"Shut up…" Haru whispered, his voice trembling.
But he didn't stop Sora as he pulled the shorts down completely, tossing them aside. Haru was left in nothing but that oversized sweater, legs parted shyly, hands clutching the hem.
Sora leaned over him again, kissing the inner thigh, then the other, before finally settling between his legs. His breath ghosted over Haru's length before his mouth wrapped around it with one slow, deliberate motion.
Haru cried out, a high-pitched gasp he couldn't hold back. His hips bucked, thighs trembling, but Sora's hands pinned him down with ease. The warm, wet sensation of Sora's tongue swirling around him, the soft slurping sounds—it all left Haru breathless.
He came embarrassingly fast, twitching and moaning Sora's name, his body shuddering as he spilled into Sora's mouth.
When it was over, he covered his face with both hands. "I-I'm sorry… it was too fast…"
Sora pulled away, licking his lips with a smirk. "You taste sweet. But we're just getting started."
He leaned over and kissed Haru's temple, then grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer. Haru peeked through his fingers, eyes wide and glistening.
Sora slicked his fingers and leaned in again, one hand gently cupping Haru's cheek. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?"
Haru nodded wordlessly.
Sora's fingers were slow and gentle at first, circling the tight ring before pressing in. Haru whimpered, tensing, his hands gripping the sheets.
"You're okay," Sora whispered. "Relax… I'll take care of everything."
He worked Haru open with such care it made the smaller boy ache with need. Every time a finger pressed deeper, every brush of that spot inside made Haru gasp and moan softly.
By the time Sora pulled his hand away and reached for a condom, Haru was squirming, legs wrapped around his waist, breathless and flushed.
"Please…" Haru whispered, his voice like silk. "Do it already…"
Sora lined himself up and slowly pushed in. Haru cried out, eyes fluttering, tears at the corners. Sora leaned in, kissing them away.
"I'm here… I've got you…"
He started slow, shallow thrusts that made Haru twitch and whimper. Sora groaned as he sank deeper, the heat and tightness around him driving him wild.
"You feel… so good…" he grunted.
The pace built gradually. Sora moved faster, harder, and Haru met each thrust with helpless moans. His hands clawed at Sora's back, his legs locked around him.
"Say my name," Sora whispered.
"H-Hnn… Sora…"
"Louder."
"Sora!"
He grinned and kissed him hard. Their bodies moved in rhythm—flesh slapping, sweat glistening. Haru's small chest bounced with every motion, his voice getting higher, shakier.
"I-I'm close—again—!"
"Cum for me," Sora growled, and one final thrust sent Haru over the edge. He arched, screamed Sora's name, his whole body shuddering.
Sora followed a moment later, hips jerking as he came deep inside the condom, groaning into Haru's neck.
They lay there tangled up, bodies sticky and spent.
Sora brushed the sweaty hair from Haru's face, kissing him softly.
"One down," he whispered. "Four to go."
Haru buried his face in Sora's chest, still trembling. "I-I won't survive…"
Sora laughed softly and stroked his back. "You will. I'll make sure of it."
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END OF CHAPTER : 83 : FULFILLING THE PROMISE!
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