The room still carried the heavy scent of their last round—sweat, skin, heat. Haru lay collapsed on Sora's chest, skin flushed and trembling, his breath shallow and uneven. His legs had given up on him a while ago. Sora's hand lazily trailed up and down Haru's back, his fingers brushing along the small, girlish curve of Haru's shoulder blades.
"You okay?" Sora murmured, his voice low and hoarse from groaning too much.
Haru gave a soft hum, nuzzling into his neck. "Mmh. You didn't take me to the bathroom."
Sora laughed under his breath. "Too busy admiring your pretty ass."
Haru's cheeks lit up in instant protest. "S-Shut up."
"Nope," Sora said, flipping them over in a swift motion. Haru gasped, now beneath him again. But instead of diving in immediately like before, Sora sat up and stretched his arms out behind him on the mattress, leaning back. His tank top was now completely off, his sweatpants hanging dangerously low. The sharp lines of his hips and chest were fully exposed.
Haru blinked up at him.
"Your turn to do some work."
"W-What?"
Sora grinned lazily. "Ride me, princess."
Haru's jaw dropped. "I-I'm not a princess!"
Sora pointed at his chest. "Those? Princess. That cute little moan from earlier? Princess. That pink blush you get when I whisper in your ear? Total princess."
"You're the worst!" Haru huffed, sitting up shakily.
Sora reached out and helped him sit properly. He pressed a slow kiss to Haru's lips, then pulled back just enough to say, "But you're mine."
Haru didn't argue.
Instead, with trembling thighs and a racing heart, he moved to straddle Sora's lap.
The way he looked right then—hair messy, skin dewy, wearing only the sleeves of his oversized sweater that now drooped off one shoulder—Sora felt his heart stutter.
"You're beautiful," he whispered.
Haru looked away, too shy to respond, but his hips lowered all the same.
Sora gripped Haru's hips and helped guide him. No condoms. Just them—skin to skin.
As Haru slowly sank down onto him, his breath hitched, the pressure making him squirm. Sora was patient, letting him take his time, only tightening his grip when Haru trembled too much to hold steady.
"Ah... Sora..." Haru whimpered, voice feather-light.
"I know. Just relax... You're taking me so well."
Once fully seated, Haru exhaled sharply, his hands bracing on Sora's chest.
They stayed like that for a few seconds—Haru adjusting, Sora marveling.
Then Haru started to move.
Small, slow motions at first. Just slight lifts of his hips, enough to build friction. Sora didn't rush him. Instead, he watched, memorized, worshipped.
"That's it, baby. Keep going. Look at you… riding me like a good boy."
Haru bit his lip hard, trying to stifle the sound that escaped his throat. His cheeks burned, his whole body sensitive.
With every bounce, every roll of his hips, Sora's praises got filthier.
"You were made for this."
"So warm. So tight."
"You love how I stretch you out, don't you?"
Haru gasped, legs shaking. He couldn't deny it. Not when his body was so responsive, twitching with every thrust, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric of his sweater sleeves.
Sora leaned forward suddenly, wrapping his arms around Haru's waist. Their bodies pressed flush together.
"Let me help," he whispered against Haru's ear, then began moving his hips upward in rhythm with Haru's downward motion.
It made Haru cry out, clinging to him, overwhelmed.
"S-Stop… too much—!"
But his body didn't want to stop. It craved more.
The pace grew faster.
The sounds between them louder.
Skin slapping. Moans echoing off the walls. The creak of the bed.
Sora grabbed Haru's ass with both hands and squeezed. "You're so soft back here… bounce for me."
"I-I'm trying—ahh!"
Sora kissed his neck, sucking a mark just above his collarbone. Haru jolted, tears welling up at the edges of his eyes.
Then Sora bit his earlobe.
"Cum for me while you're on top."
Haru whined. "I-I can't... it's embarrassing!"
"No it's not. It's sexy as hell. I wanna see you fall apart on top of me."
Haru tried to hold back, but the way Sora moved inside him now—the angle, the pressure—it was too much.
Sora slid one hand down and began stroking him in time with their thrusts.
That was the last straw.
With a broken cry, Haru came hard, shaking, his whole body spasming as he slumped forward. His voice was cracked, soft with overstimulation.
Sora wasn't done.
He lifted Haru's limp body slightly, letting gravity help with the rhythm.
"Almost there… You're doing so good, baby…"
One, two, three more thrusts—then Sora groaned into Haru's neck and released inside him, holding tight.
They stayed tangled like that for minutes, hearts pounding together, breaths syncing slowly.
Sora kissed Haru's temple. "That was... perfect."
Haru didn't respond right away. Then came a muffled, sleepy voice:
"You… you better clean me up this time."
Sora grinned. "Yes, princess."
He gently rolled them over, kissed Haru's cheek, and whispered:
"But you're definitely riding me again."
Haru just groaned, hiding his face.
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The room was still filled with the heat from the last round. Haru was still catching his breath, cheeks flushed, sweat clinging to the soft curves of his chest and the dip of his back. His thighs trembled slightly as he knelt on the bed, legs spread as he tried to regain feeling in them. Sora laid beneath him, eyes half-lidded with satisfaction, his hands still lightly gripping Haru's waist.
But it wasn't over yet.
Sora sat up slowly, wrapping his arms around Haru and pulling him in until their bare chests touched. Haru gasped softly, hands resting on Sora's shoulders.
"Already…?" he whispered, eyes wide.
Sora gave a lazy grin and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. "You said you could handle five."
Haru blushed, burying his face into Sora's neck. "I didn't know you were going to be this… intense."
"I'm still holding back," Sora teased, his voice deep and low against Haru's ear. "But this time… I want something different."
Haru peeked up with a questioning look.
Sora moved them gently, shifting until Haru was on his side, facing the window, the moonlight spilling over the sheets and onto his soft skin. Sora spooned him from behind, wrapping an arm around his stomach, kissing the nape of his neck.
"Let's take it slow this time," he whispered. "I want to hear every sound you make."
Haru let out a shaky breath. "Y-You're saying that like you weren't rough last time…"
Sora chuckled. "And yet you're still here, trembling in my arms."
A hand trailed down Haru's belly, featherlight, brushing just above the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. Haru squirmed, his legs instinctively pressing together, but Sora gently nudged them apart.
He pressed in without warning, a slow, thick stretch that made Haru gasp and cling to the sheets. The lack of preparation, the exhaustion from before, made his body tense instantly.
"S-Sora…!"
"Shh… I've got you," he murmured, kissing just beneath Haru's ear. "I'll go slow."
Sora buried himself in completely, one deep thrust that left them both panting. Haru's body shook against his chest, eyes fluttering, small whimpers escaping from his lips as Sora held him tight.
"You're still so tight," Sora growled softly, gripping Haru's hip. "Even after everything."
Haru moaned weakly. "Y-You keep making it worse…"
"Better," Sora corrected, thrusting slowly, rocking his hips forward in lazy, deep strokes that made Haru's eyes roll back. "I'm making it better."
The bed creaked softly with each movement, their bodies pressed together, skin sticking from the sweat and heat. Sora's other hand slipped up to cup Haru's chest, playing gently with the soft, swollen buds.
Haru gasped, twisting slightly under the attention. "T-Too much…"
"You love it."
"I-I hate you."
Sora grinned and bit down lightly on his shoulder. "Liar."
Minutes passed in a haze of heat, sighs, and shivers. Sora stayed close, nuzzling into Haru's neck, whispering praise, dirty words, and soft promises. Haru's fingers gripped the pillow tightly, his back arching as his body trembled again.
"Don't stop," he whispered desperately. "Please…"
"I wasn't planning to."
Sora picked up his pace, still buried deep, now thrusting with more purpose, his hand gripping Haru's waist tightly. Haru could barely breathe, his voice lost to the sensations.
"Say it," Sora growled softly.
"S-Say what…?"
"Say you love me."
Haru's eyes fluttered. "I… I—"
Another deep thrust.
"Say it."
"I love you!" Haru cried out.
Sora kissed his cheek. "Good boy."
They reached the peak together, bodies trembling, breath caught in their throats as pleasure rippled through them like a wave. Haru sobbed softly into the pillow, overwhelmed, as Sora held him tightly through every pulse.
And even after, Sora didn't pull away. He stayed inside, wrapping Haru in his arms, nuzzling into his neck.
"You did so well," he whispered. "I'm so proud of you."
Haru mumbled something incoherent, too exhausted to form real words.
Sora chuckled. "Sleep, baby. We're done… for now."
The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the moonlight casting shadows over tangled limbs, flushed skin, and whispered love.
Round five was complete, so did Sora's promise.
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END OF CHAPTER : 85 : RIDING HIGH!
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