The air was thick, warm, and laced with the remnants of their first round. Haru lay on his side, still catching his breath, eyes half-lidded with that dreamy glaze that only Sora could draw from him. His fluffy sweater was halfway off, bunched at his elbows, his shorts long discarded. The room smelled of sweat, warmth, and something undeniably carnal.
Sora traced his fingers along the slight curve of Haru's soft chest, admiring how sensitive those tiny swells were, like innocent buds blooming under his touch. Haru whimpered, squirming slightly as Sora teased the area again with his thumb.
"Nnh… d-don't tease…" Haru murmured, voice hoarse but sweet.
Sora grinned down at him. "Teasing you is half the fun."
He leaned in to kiss Haru's shoulder, dragging his lips slowly over his skin. Haru's legs twitched in response, squeezing together instinctively. Sora noticed.
"Still shy, even after everything?"
"Y-you're embarrassing…" Haru whispered, turning his head away, cheeks flushed deep crimson.
Sora chuckled and shifted, settling between Haru's legs again. "You're beautiful. And I'm not done loving you yet."
Haru's hands flew up to his face, hiding his blushing expression. "Y-you said three rounds!"
"I lied." Sora's voice was gentle but wicked. "Round two's gonna be different."
Haru peeked out through his fingers. "D-different?"
Sora leaned close, their noses nearly touching. "No condom."
Haru froze. His wide eyes shimmered with shock and something else—nervous excitement?
"W-what…?" he stammered. "B-but… isn't that…?"
Sora kissed the tip of Haru's nose. "It's okay. You're mine. All of you."
"But—"
"No buts," Sora whispered, kissing Haru's lips softly. "Unless you want to stop."
Haru was quiet, his heart pounding in his ears. Then, slowly, he shook his head.
"…Just be gentle."
Sora smiled, full of love and lust all at once. "Always."
He reached down, guiding Haru's thighs up and apart. Haru's soft whimper made Sora groan, his need surging again at the sight of that flushed, trembling boy beneath him.
"Lift your hips for me, baby."
Haru obeyed, shyly hooking his arms behind his knees as Sora leaned down and kissed his inner thigh. That teasing tongue danced lower, trailing over the soft skin until Haru gasped, jerking slightly. Sora chuckled and pulled back up, aligning himself carefully.
Without the barrier, the warmth of bare skin meeting bare skin was almost overwhelming. Sora groaned, his hips shuddering slightly.
Haru's breath hitched. "It… feels different… already…"
Sora kissed him again, softer now. "Tell me if it's too much."
As he began to push in slowly, inch by inch, Haru trembled under him. His fingers gripped the sheets tightly, his mouth falling open in a wordless moan.
"Ah… nnnh… S-Sora… it's… so warm…!"
Sora exhaled shakily, trying to pace himself. "God… Haru… you're so tight…"
Their bodies pressed flush as Sora buried himself fully inside, stopping only when their hips met. Haru was shaking, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. But he wasn't saying stop.
"Doing okay?" Sora whispered, brushing back Haru's hair.
"…Y-yeah…" came the breathy reply.
Sora pulled back slowly and pushed in again, watching every flinch, every twitch. His rhythm started gentle, almost reverent. But Haru's sounds—those whimpers and soft, breathy moans—only fed the fire.
"You're being so good for me," Sora murmured. "Taking me so well… without anything between us."
Haru whimpered again, his fingers clawing at Sora's arms. "Y-you're too deep…!"
Sora kissed him hard, swallowing his cries. "You love it."
"I-I do… but—aaahn—!"
The thrusts grew deeper, the pace gradually faster. Haru's legs shook, his voice breaking into tiny sobs of pleasure. Sora kissed every tear from his eyes, holding him close with every thrust.
"H-Haru… you feel… amazing…"
Haru clung to him like a lifeline, wrapping his arms around Sora's neck. "M-more… I want more…!"
Sora growled softly, pushing harder, deeper, until Haru's body was trembling uncontrollably beneath him.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mixed with gasps, moans, the squeak of the bed. Haru's eyes rolled back slightly, overwhelmed, his chest rising with each breathless cry.
"Sora—! I—I can't—!"
"Yes you can," Sora panted. "You're doing perfect."
Their bodies moved as one, sweat-slick and desperate, until Haru's back arched, mouth open in a silent scream. Sora thrust one last time and followed, groaning into Haru's neck as he emptied himself deep inside.
They both collapsed, panting, trembling, wrapped in each other's arms.
Sora kissed Haru's forehead gently. "Round two… complete."
Haru just whimpered, dazed and full. "Y-you're evil…"
Sora chuckled. "And you're mine."
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The moonlight slipped through the blinds, painting pale lines across the bed where Haru now knelt—on all fours, his soft round hips lifted high, his face flushed and buried into a pillow. His black hair was slightly messy, sticking to the back of his neck from the heat that lingered between his skin and Sora's touch.
He wasn't trembling anymore—he was burning.
Sora sat back for a moment, just watching him. Haru's back arched so beautifully, his sweater bunched up just beneath his shoulder blades. The sight of his soft skin exposed like that—his round little buttocks slightly parted, showing the sweet flush between—made Sora growl low in his throat.
"Why are you looking at me like that…?" Haru mumbled into the pillow, too embarrassed to look back.
Sora leaned in, running his hands slowly down Haru's sides, feeling the way his slender frame shivered. "Because you look so good like this, kitten. All mine."
Haru whimpered as Sora leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck, then lower, down his spine, until he reached the dip of Haru's back. His hands slid over the round cheeks, squeezing gently. "Mmph—don't tease," Haru whispered.
"Who's teasing?" Sora murmured, spreading him gently, revealing his most sensitive place. Haru buried his face deeper, feeling the heat in his cheeks burn even hotter.
"You're gonna use a condom this time, right?" Haru asked timidly.
Sora leaned in, his lips brushing the skin just above Haru's tailbone. "No."
Haru gasped, lifting his head slightly. "W-What do you mean, no?"
"I want to feel you," Sora said, voice low, steady. "All of you. No barriers tonight."
"But—Sora…"
"I'll be gentle. You trust me, right?"
There was silence. Then, a small nod from Haru. "...Okay."
Sora kissed the back of his thigh. "Good boy."
Haru tensed when he heard the slick sound, but his body relaxed the moment Sora's fingers gently circled that tender entrance.
Haru moaned as Sora slowly opened him up, carefully working his fingers inside, whispering gentle praises the entire time.
"So soft… So tight…"
"D-Don't say those things!" Haru squeaked, burying his face into the pillow.
Sora chuckled. "You're clenching so hard just from hearing me. Don't be embarrassed, I love it."
He added a second finger, scissoring gently, watching the way Haru's hips twitched with each stroke. Haru's chest pressed into the mattress, his breath heavy.
"Sora…"
"I know. I got you."
When he pulled his fingers out, Haru whimpered at the sudden emptiness. But then he felt Sora shift behind him—felt the warmth and weight of him hovering just above.
Sora guided himself carefully, one hand on Haru's hip, the other steadying his length. He pushed forward slowly.
Haru gasped as he felt the thick pressure press against his entrance.
"It's big…"
"I'll go slow," Sora whispered, kissing his back.
With one slow thrust, Sora pushed in. Haru's breath hitched—his whole body tightening.
"Nnh…!"
"Breathe, Haru. You're doing so good."
He paused halfway in, letting Haru adjust. Then, with one smooth motion, he slid all the way in.
Haru let out a muffled cry into the pillow, his fingers clenching the sheets.
"You're so warm inside… I can feel every part of you," Sora murmured, hips flush against Haru's soft cheeks.
Haru whimpered as Sora slowly began to move, his thrusts deep and measured. With each motion, Haru was pushed slightly forward, his breath catching in rhythm with Sora's movements.
"Ahh… a-ah—Sora… it's too deep—!"
"But you're taking it so well," Sora whispered. "Look at you."
He leaned over, one hand reaching under Haru to stroke his chest, brushing his small, sensitive buds. Haru arched instantly, a shiver running through him.
"Don't touch there… I-I'll—"
"You'll what?" Sora teased, pinching one softly.
"Aaah!" Haru moaned.
Sora sped up slightly, the sound of skin against skin echoing gently through the quiet room. Haru's soft cries grew louder with every thrust.
"You like this, don't you?" Sora whispered, voice deep in his ear. "Being filled like this… taken from behind… like the good little bottom you are."
"S-Stop talking!" Haru cried out, but his hips were already moving back against Sora's thrusts.
Sora grinned, biting gently at Haru's earlobe. "But your body's honest."
Their rhythm built faster, deeper. Sora's hands gripped Haru's hips, guiding him with perfect control. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room—wet, intimate, desperate.
Haru's voice was lost in moans now, his whole body trembling.
"I-I'm close…!"
"Hold it," Sora said, stilling for a moment inside him. "I wanna finish with you."
Haru whimpered, clenching tightly around him.
"Fuck—" Sora gasped. "You're gonna make me lose it."
He resumed thrusting—harder now, faster. Haru's cries were muffled into the pillow as his body shook beneath Sora's. When Sora reached around and touched him—stroking him with expert fingers—Haru broke.
"I—I'm—!"
They came together. Haru's body tensed, then melted under the flood of pleasure. Sora groaned deeply as he emptied inside, holding Haru tightly by the waist, hips twitching.
When it was over, he slumped forward, chest against Haru's back, panting.
"You did amazing," he whispered, kissing Haru's shoulder.
Haru trembled, still breathless. "Y-You're leaking out…"
"Let it."
"I'll clean you up," Sora murmured, smiling. "And then we'll cuddle. You earned it."
Haru clung to him sleepily, whispering, "You're too much…"
Sora kissed his forehead. "And you love it."
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END OF CHAPTER : 84 : NO HOLDING BACK!
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