Haru's fingers gripped the sheets tightly as Sora pressed in, inch by inch, the stretch familiar now but no less overwhelming. His mouth fell open with a sharp gasp, the heat of it all tearing through him in waves. Sora paused only once—hands framing Haru's hips—before thrusting the rest of the way in, burying himself with a low, guttural moan.
"Aah—Sora…!" Haru whimpered, eyes fluttering shut. His thighs trembled around Sora's waist, nails digging into his shoulders. "S-So deep…"
Sora leaned down, brushing a sweaty lock from Haru's forehead. "You always take me so well… fuck, you're tight…"
He started to move—slow at first, testing the resistance with shallow rolls of his hips. The drag of his length inside Haru was obscene, wet and hot, coaxing a fresh flush of moans from the smaller boy. Each thrust nudged deep against that perfect spot inside, pulling gasps and mewls from Haru's kiss-swollen lips.
"S-So good—haa—Soraaa…"
"You feel like heaven," Sora groaned, snapping his hips harder now, grinding into him with more intent. "Like you were made for me…"
Haru's breath hitched with every sharp glide of Sora's cock, the room filled with the wet sound of skin on skin and the rhythmic creaking of the bed. His legs tightened around Sora's back, heels digging into his spine, urging him deeper, harder.
Sora obeyed.
He leaned down fully, pressing Haru's smaller body into the mattress, their chests flush, their heartbeats thudding against each other. And then he took him—long, deep strokes that had Haru clawing at him, voice cracking with each thrust.
"F-Fuck, Sora! S-So good—I can't—haaah—!"
Sora silenced him with a kiss, tongue plunging into his mouth and stealing every breath. Haru moaned into it, lips parting wider, surrendering everything. Their bodies rocked together, the friction burning, delicious.
Haru was melting beneath him, overwhelmed by sensation. His own cock was trapped between them, leaking against Sora's stomach, every grind sending electric jolts down his spine.
"Touch yourself," Sora ordered, voice raw.
Haru obeyed instantly, a hand slipping between their bodies, trembling as he wrapped his fingers around his own swollen length. The added stimulation made his eyes roll back, hips jerking erratically.
"Oh god—ah—ahhn!"
"That's it," Sora growled, biting at his neck, marking him. "Touch yourself while I fuck you. Let me see you come undone…"
He adjusted his angle—shifting Haru's hips up—and thrust again.
Right on target.
Haru screamed.
His entire body arched off the bed, toes curling, as Sora slammed into his prostate with ruthless precision. The pleasure was white-hot, brain-numbing, every nerve alive with heat. He stroked himself faster, moaning helplessly as Sora pounded into him, each thrust tearing more cries from his lips.
"You're so fucking beautiful when you fall apart," Sora whispered, sweat dripping down his temples. "Look at you, kitten. Desperate. Hungry. Mine."
"Mmh—yours!" Haru sobbed, voice breaking. "Yours, yours—ah—Soraaa!!"
"Say it again."
"I-I'm yours! Aah—your kitten! Only you!"
That broke something inside Sora.
With a growl, he grabbed Haru's wrists and pinned them above his head, slamming into him with abandon. His hips pistoned with brutal need now, fast and deep, driving Haru into the mattress as the boy cried out in ecstasy beneath him.
The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the sunlit room—wet, raw, desperate. Sweat clung to their skin, their breaths short and ragged.
"Gonna—ah—gonna cum—" Haru whined, eyes wide and teary. "Sora—I—!"
"Do it," Sora grunted, kissing his throat. "Cum for me. I want to feel you squeeze me."
One more hard thrust—
And Haru shattered.
He came with a scream, his body convulsing under Sora's weight. White streaks painted both their chests, hot and thick, as his cock throbbed in his hand. His inner walls clamped down tight, fluttering around Sora's cock, milking him.
"F-Fuck—!" Sora gasped, hips stuttering.
He couldn't hold back.
He slammed in deep—once, twice—and then groaned low into Haru's neck as he came, hot and heavy inside him. Thick ropes filled him, leaking out almost immediately with each pulse. Sora held him close, body shaking with release, riding out the waves inside his trembling lover.
They stayed like that for a long moment—chests heaving, mouths open, foreheads pressed together.
Haru was the first to move, shivering as Sora slowly pulled out with a wet, sticky sound. He whimpered softly at the loss, already aching again.
"Mmm… it's dripping out," Haru mumbled, cheeks flushed as he peeked down between his legs.
Sora chuckled, breathless. "Let it. I want it to stay with you all day."
Haru blushed brighter, swatting weakly at him. "P-Pervert…"
Sora smiled, reaching for a tissue box on the nightstand and beginning to clean them both. His movements were tender, unhurried.
"Let's shower together," he said softly.
"I can't move…" Haru muttered.
Sora leaned down, kissing his nose again. "Then I'll carry you."
"Ugh… you're so cheesy."
"And you're so in love with me," Sora said, grinning.
Haru grumbled, but his smile gave him away.
They made it to the shower—barely. Sora did, in fact, carry Haru bridal-style, though he got slapped the whole way for his smug grin. Inside the shower, they stood under the hot water, letting it soothe their sore muscles, steam curling around them like a blanket.
Sora shampooed Haru's hair with surprising gentleness, fingers massaging his scalp. Haru melted into it, eyes closed, swaying slightly under the stream.
"I love mornings with you," Sora said suddenly.
Haru blinked up. "Even when I kick you in my sleep?"
"Especially then."
Haru snorted. "Masochist."
"No," Sora said, smiling down at him. "Just in love."
That shut Haru up.
His cheeks flared red, and he turned away. "S-Stupid…"
Sora kissed his wet shoulder. "Say it back."
"…H-Hmph."
"Say it."
"I… I love mornings with you too," Haru whispered, heart pounding.
Sora kissed him again. "That's not what I meant."
"D-Don't push it."
But he said it anyway, voice barely audible beneath the shower's spray.
"…I love you, Sora."
Sora's arms tightened around him. "I love you too, kitten."
They stayed under the water long after their skin had gone pink from the heat, wrapped in each other's arms, hearts full and aching with something tender and raw and beautiful.
Eventually, they stumbled back to the bedroom—dried, dressed only in boxers, with Haru wearing one of Sora's oversized shirts again. Breakfast could wait. The world could wait.
In this quiet morning world, wrapped in lazy sunlight and the warmth of their bodies, nothing else mattered.
Just them.
Just love.
Just the promise of another morning, together.
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END OF CHAPTER : 87 : KITTEN!
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