[NSFW] You Bet Your Ass

You Bet Your Ass

By CATHEXIS

Haruto wiped his sweaty palms on his nicest pair of black jeans and waited as the elevator rose to Elliot’s floor. Valentine’s Day. God, was he really going to do this? Elliot had seemed almost offended by the fact that Haruto’s past partners had never seen fit to take him out on actual dates and insisted that they would be spending Valentine’s Day together outside of the house, dressed up and doing something other than getting sweaty on the trails or in the backseat of Elliot’s car. Haruto pointed out that home dates were totally a thing, that they’d even had a few of those already, but Elliot seemed to take that as a point in favor of his argument and made reservations.

“We’ll keep it simple,” Elliot said. “Just a nice dinner out. Conversation and a meal that didn’t come from a coffee cart or out of a blender.”

“And then…sex?” Haruto asked hopefully.

Elliot laughed. “Yes, and then sex. Let me know if you have any special requests.”

Some secret, romantic part of Haruto had been bubbling with excitement at the thought of going out on a real date for Valentine’s Day, but as the event loomed large on the horizon his generally terrible track record with dating had him entertaining all kinds of disaster scenarios. Things always seemed to go off the rails when he tried to act like a normal adult who dated other adults; more often than not he ended up alone with mud (or worse) on his face. At least when sex was the only thing on the agenda, Haruto knew what he needed to do and what to expect. Dinner at some upscale restaurant with snooty waiters and five forks on the table seemed like an unnecessary preamble to the part of the evening he was actually looking forward to. Granted, club bathroom hookups weren’t exactly emotionally fulfilling, but at least he knew the steps of that particular dance.

He rang the doorbell. God, did he need to know wine and food pairings? He’d had champagne at a few friends’ weddings and some fashion events Aki had dragged him to, but he’d never been much of a drinker, and he was definitely no foodie. He was going to be a complete fish out of water, and Elliot was going to forget why he was even attracted to Haruto in the first place, and as soon as Elliot let him in he was going to ask if they could call the whole thing off.

Then, Elliot opened the door looking and smelling fucking delicious and what came out of Haruto’s mouth was: “Can I suck you off?”

“What?” Elliot said.

“What?” Haruto said.

“OK, you’re definitely nervous,” Elliot grinned, standing aside to let him in. “But I’m wondering what that has to do with you sucking me off. You look very nice, by the way.”

Haruto had taken Aki’s advice and gone black-on-black-on-black to play up what she called his ‘alt vibe,’ but he was so close to vibrating out of his skin with nerves that he barely processed the compliment. “Thanks. I mean, sorry. I’m, um,” Haruto closed his eyes and took a breath before his mouth could run away with him any further. “I’m just feeling a little out of my element. I think that was a grasp for normalcy, or something.”

Elliot just smiled and Haruto was grateful for the lack of commentary on what constituted his sense of normalcy. Elliot knew most of his embarrassing sex stories anyway. “I considered that you might be a little on edge, which is why our reservation isn’t for another forty-five minutes. If you want, we can relax and have a drink here first.”

Elliot moved towards his collection of alcohol in the kitchen and Haruto felt himself wilt. Shit. It was starting already. He was going to have to confess that he didn’t know the first thing about wines or single-malt whiskies, and that he was really not proper date material after all, and unless Elliot had some Pabst Blue Ribbon in the back of his fridge Haruto honestly would feel a lot more relaxed with his mouth full of cock if only so nothing else awkward could fall out of it.

So he said as much and then bit his lip, waiting as Elliot turned and considered him with a small smirk.

“If you’re serious,” Elliot said, leaning back against the island counter, “I’m not going to turn you down.”

Elliot kept his eyes on Haruto and slowly drew down his zipper, and Haruto’s mouth was suddenly watering. Without another word, he dropped to his knees and fished Elliot’s dick out of his pants, swallowing him down with an audible groan of relief as he started to suck.

Above him, Elliot grunted and put a hand in Haruto’s hair. “It’s so hot how much you love this,” he said, as his cock swelled and thickened in Haruto’s mouth.

Haruto felt calm wash over him as he settled into the familiar rhythm, no thoughts beyond the taste and weight on his tongue and the rising smell of Elliot’s sweat and soap and cologne. He gripped Elliot’s thighs to feel the tensing and releasing of the muscles there as Elliot restrained himself from thrusting, and Haruto felt a wave of grateful affection for him. Any other time, he’d gladly let Elliot fuck his mouth with abandon, but at the present moment he wanted to lose himself in the controlled movements of his own body as much as the physical experience of sucking cock, and Elliot was letting him control the pace, the hand in his hair only massaging his scalp with encouragement instead of force. Haruto hummed happily in the back of his throat as he took Elliot as deep as he could, and Elliot’s legs shook under his hands.

“Oh, shit,” Elliot moaned. “I’m getting close, baby.”

Haruto picked up the pace, steadying Elliot’s dick with his fingers around the base so he could focus on the warm, slick tip and the welling flavor of bitter salt. He relaxed his jaw and jerked Elliot’s cock quickly, taking care to massage the underside and frenulum with his tongue, and listened for the tell-tale change in Elliot’s breathing that signaled he was about to blow.

“Fuck!” Elliot cried. “Oh, that’s beautiful…”

Yes. For once, Haruto’s own arousal felt like something distant and pleasant that he could set aside in favor of experiencing Elliot’s climax without distraction. Nothing tickling at the edges of his focus except…

Except…

Oh, no…he was gonna…

“Gonna come…!”

“ACHOO!”

Oh fuck. Haruto pulled off just in time to keep from biting Elliot’s dick and whipped his head to the side to keep from sneezing jizz back all over the front of Elliot’s pants, but that meant the majority of said jizz landed on Haruto’s chin and painted the front of his very black shirt.

“Jesus. Are you okay?” said Elliot, who couldn’t quite control the smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. He tucked himself away, helped Haruto to his feet, and then reached for the roll of paper towels next to the sink.

“Yes, I’m so sorry,” Haruto mumbled as he wiped his face and dabbed hopelessly at his shirt. Why was this his life? At least the blazer Aki had insisted he wear had been spared.

“No, I’m sorry,” Elliot said, and cupped a hand around Haruto’s cheek to bring him in for a kiss.”I was the only one who got to enjoy that to the end.”

“I didn’t get any on you, did I?”

“No, not that it would have mattered. I’m afraid you’ll have to borrow one of my shirts, though.”

Haruto blinked. “You still want to go out with me after that?”

Elliot laughed then. “Absolutely. You are not getting out of this date that easily. You’re too cute to keep shut up at home.” He kissed Haruto again, deeper this time, in a way that made Haruto’s knees weak and almost made him forget the cringing embarrassment of moments before. “Go change. You can leave your shirt in my hamper. I need to feed the cat before we go.”

Mollified, Haruto made his way to Elliot’s bedroom. A vase of red roses sat on the nightstand with a white card nestled amongst the blooms. Haruto briefly entertained wild thoughts of Elliot preparing the flowers for him, but when picked up the card it read only, “Thinking of you, always. -A.”

Of course. Andreas. Haruto sighed and replaced the card. This was nothing new. Andreas was special whether Elliot admitted it or not, but Elliot was also spending Valentine’s Day with Haruto, and that had to mean something, too. Right? Elliot had plenty of options when it came to partners. Honestly, it was more surprising that Haruto hadn’t shown up to find Elliot buried in rose bouquets and boxes of chocolates or expensive gifts.

Haruto shook his head. Nevermind. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on it. He moved to the closet and bit his lower lip as he flipped through dress shirt after dress shirt—his preference for jewel tones or florals was not as important as the size. He chose one at random to check the fit, but when he shrugged into it the seams pulled dangerously at the shoulders and the buttons gapped over his chest.

He replaced the shirt on its hanger and started checking labels for something larger than a medium. Finally, right in the middle of the rack, Haruto found one marked “Large Athletic” and sighed in relief. The evening was already off to a wrongfooted start, but Elliot seemed determined to take Haruto out no matter what and he just wanted things to go smoothly from here on out. He pulled the shirt from the rack—a simple gray pinstripe with a little texture and sheen—and dressed in front of the mirror, and immediately found himself enveloped in the smell of leather and coffee.

Mmm, yes, please. Elliot always smelled good, even after breaking a sweat, but this particular cologne of his was unfamiliar to Haruto. He lifted the collar to his nose and breathed deep, enjoying the heady, masculine scent. It was oddly comforting, different from the spicy, sensual notes he usually associated with Elliot.

After a moment’s indulgence, Haruto quit huffing the shirt and focused on doing up the buttons. He really needed to get a grip. Yes he was nervous about this date and eating at a fancy restaurant with the hottest person he’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping with, but if he was being honest with himself a larger portion of the evening’s anxiety was rooted in the fact that there was something he wanted to ask Elliot, and he honestly wasn’t sure what he wanted Elliot’s answer to be.

He wanted Elliot to fuck him.

Like, okay, yes, they’d been fucking around for months, but not actually fucking, and then one evening Elliot had rewarded Haruto for bringing him takeout by practically riding Haruto’s dick into the sunset. After that, whenever it looked like they were gonna get up to more than quick handjobs or blowjobs, Elliot would ask if Haruto wanted to bottom, Haruto would opt out, and Elliot never so much as batted an eye. However, he also stopped asking after about the third or fourth time Haruto said no.

And then their post-Christmas date happened.

They’d holed up at Haruto’s place, watching terrible made-for-TV holiday movies and eating leftover cookies and playing video games. And apparently they’d both woken up that day with a serious hunger for penis because Haruto had barely gotten any face time with Elliot’s cock before Elliot was twisting them around head-to-toe and swallowing Haruto’s erection down in turn. Haruto had fought to concentrate on sucking Elliot’s dick to the best of his ability just so he wouldn’t come like some untouched noob, and then Elliot had pulled off and said, “Hey, mind if I eat you out a little?”

More than once Haruto’s brain had short-circuited during sex with Elliot, and that time had been no different. He’d barely had the presence of mind to garble out a sloppy ‘OK’ around the dick in his mouth, and then whimpered and came fifteen seconds later with Elliot’s enthusiastic tongue swirling over his asshole.

It had been some of the best sex of his life. It usually was when Elliot was involved.

“Hey, you found–” Elliot’s voice stopped short as he entered the bedroom. He stared at Haruto’s reflection with a look that Haruto couldn’t quite place.

Haruto turned as he tucked the shirt into his waistband. “How…do I look?” he asked.

Elliot’s expression cleared with a smile. “Delicious,” he said, coming up to place his hands on Haruto’s waist. “Good enough to eat.”

Haruto grinned sheepishly. “None of your other shirts fit me.”

Elliot hummed but said nothing, smoothing out the wrinkles over Haruto’s biceps.

“What cologne is this?”

Elliot met his eyes. “Tom Ford. Tuscan Leather.”

“It’s nice,” Haruto said and brought his arm up to smell the fabric again.

“Yes, I agree,” Elliot said, helping him back into his blazer. He turned them towards the mirror and hooked his chin over Haruto’s shoulder. “Now, let’s find you a tie.”

“Oh god.”

Elliot snickered and dragged him back to the closet.

~*~*~*~

To Haruto’s great surprise, they managed to leave Elliot’s place without further incident, no shenanigans in the closet to make them late and no more pratfalls on Haruto’s part. Dinner wasn’t a complete disaster, either, although he did own up to knowing nothing about pricey alcohol and Elliot made little gagging noises when Haruto experimented by combining the oysters with the honeyed figs. Haruto thought it tasted fine, probably because everything was expensive as fuck, and it turned out that the easiest way to navigate multiple sets of forks and spoons was to just work your way inward from the edges of the place setting. It was actually really nice, being able to sit across from Elliot in plush dining chairs while servers whisked various plates of delicacies to and from the table, and the conversation between them was no different than it was when they went for a run or hung out on the sofa.

For the most part, Haruto had forgotten about his mission of getting fucked tonight until the meal started to wind down. Under the table, his leg started to jiggle with nerves again until he felt Elliot’s foot caress his calf, making him jump and send the tableware clattering with a jolt.

“Everything ok?” Elliot looked amused. “I thought you’d finally relaxed.”

“Yeah! Yeah,” Haruto tried to choose his words carefully. “I just…There was something I wanted to talk to you about tonight. Since it’s Valentine’s Day and this is a proper date and all.”

“Oh?” Elliot focused on his wine glass with a bland expression, suddenly withdrawn as he drained the last few drops.

Haruto panicked for a moment when he realized what his lead-in sounded like. Elliot was very clear on how he felt about capital-R relationships and commitment. “Oh, no, I’m not, like, proposing or anything,” he said, trying not to flail. “It’s just, there was that one time at my house, and then you made reservations and told me to think about special requests, and I know I kept saying no but I wanted to give it a shot and this seemed like a good time—”

“Whoa, whoa.” Elliot set down his wine glass looking both relieved and concerned. “It’s okay. Just ask what you want to ask.”

“Can you fuck me when we get home?” Haruto said in a rush, doing his best not to sound too desperate.

Elliot blinked. “Sure? I’d be disappointed if I didn’t get to return the favor from earlier. I barely got to touch you. Did you want me to ride you again?”

Haruto shook his head, fingers nervously grasping at the white tablecloth. He needed to be more clear. “No, no, I mean. I want you to put your dick in my ass.”

“Would you gentlemen care for dessert?” said the server who’d somehow appeared out of thin fucking air next to their table. Of course. It wouldn’t have mattered how carefully Elliot orchestrated this evening; this was just how dates went when Haruto got involved.

Across from him, Elliot’s mouth twitched with amusement as he passed his card over to their wide-eyed waiter with one hand and caught up Haruto’s clenched fingers with the other. “I think we’ll take dessert to go,” he said, bringing Haruto’s knuckles to his lips. “Whatever the chef recommends.”

“Very good, sir,” the waiter said with a slight smile. “And mazel tov.”

Haruto’s face burned, but he left his hand where it was.

They left Tableau with two neatly-packed boxes of chocolate mocha terrine and headed for the parking lot. Once they were in the car, however, Elliot banked his flirtatiousness and asked outright, “I’m not going to ask if you’re sure, since I trust you to know your own mind, but is there anything you’d like me to know or do before we get started tonight? I’d like this to be as enjoyable as possible for both of us.”

Haruto sighed. There was no avoiding this; Elliot had to have noticed Haruto’s reticence toward bottoming but had always taken his refusals at face value. Better to just be as honest as possible, now, since Elliot could sniff through bullshit a mile away and Haruto couldn’t lie to save his life, especially not about this.

“I actually do like it,” he said, trying to marshal his thoughts. “Playing with my ass, I mean. Sometimes I use my fingers but I have a plug and a dildo, too. But the first time I tried anal with another guy, it didn’t go well.” Haruto fidgeted with the seat belt but plowed ahead. “I mean, it started fine, but it didn’t end fine.”

“I see,” said Elliot. “If he was anything like the other guys you’ve told me about, I can only imagine.”

Haruto laughed shortly. “Hah, no, he definitely wasn’t like the kind of guy I usually hookup with. He was older. A lot older. My college roommate’s dad, actually.” Haruto winced at the memory. He’d been young and dumb and infatuated with the fantasy of being taken in hand by a strong, experienced man. “I was staying with them over spring break of my sophomore year, and y’know how sometimes you just know someone is checking you out?”

“Oh yeah,” Elliot smirked.

“Well yeah. It was like that. I spent a week at their place and my last night there I got up to grab some water and he was alone in the living room watching TV.” Haruto decided to omit the details of his own very awkward come-on, and how he got so hard when the guy called him a cute little whore, like something straight out of Haruto’s nascent porn fantasies. Not that he thought Elliot would judge, but Haruto still judged his younger self a little for not seeing the words and the situation for what they were.

“He didn’t really prep me enough but I was still into it,” Haruto continued. “Right up until he said, ‘Fuck, yeah, my ex-wife never let me do this,’ and I realized I was giving it up to a virtual stranger three feet from my roommate’s family photos and middle school soccer trophies and I wanted to throw up. I told him to stop but he didn’t, instead he just came in my ass. Didn’t even use a condom. Told me to clean myself up in the guest bathroom and when I got out, he’d driven off somewhere, so I just went back to my friend’s room and crawled into my sleeping bag.” There. That was a pretty accurate account of how it had gone down. Haruto braced himself for the inevitable sympathizing and assurances that it hadn’t been his fault, which, while both kind and true, still made him feel more like the dumb kid he’d been that day than anything else could.

Instead all Elliot said was: “I see. Thank you for being honest with me,” and Haruto immediately felt lighter.

“Thanks for not playing therapist,” he said with a cheeky grin.

Elliot snorted. “You’re not my patient and I am definitely not your doctor.”

Damn right. Haruto had already been to his meetings and talked it out and had mostly made peace with his past. Half of why he was always getting on his knees with guys was because he’d made a wordless promise to himself to wait until he found someone he actually knew and liked before putting himself in such a vulnerable position again.

Elliot fit the bill to a T.

Most of all, he trusted Elliot. Haruto knew he often only saw the best in people, usually to his own detriment, but in all the time they’d been hooking up and hanging out, Elliot had never once lied to him or tried to mislead him about where they stood with each other. Being with Elliot wasn’t just hot, it was fun. His acerbic wit and dry humor tickled Haruto to no end, and at no point did it feel like Elliot intended to demean or condescend to him. Usually, the guys Haruto ended up with were the type to like running the show, and for the most part he kind of liked being bossed around. He used to think letting his partners always take the lead made things simpler and easier for him, but Elliot liked to spoil and be spoiled in equal measure, and with Elliot Haruto discovered that taking could be a form of giving.

They were friends with benefits, which was an arrangement Haruto was more than familiar with, but it was the first time in Haruto’s experience that the friendship between them was one of the benefits. And he’d never felt more confident about where he stood with a sex partner as he did with Elliot. Haruto settled into the seat with a warm glow in his chest, suddenly eager to get home and get fucked.

A thought occurred to him then. “How come you’ve never really pushed to fuck me, though? You’ve only ever asked if I wanted to bottom. You never came out and said you wanted to top.”

Elliot flicked on the blinker to change lanes and shrugged. “Some guys just don’t like penetration because it doesn’t do anything for them, but I like sex from any position. When it comes to the bedroom, I’m adaptable,” he said. After a moment’s hesitation, he continued. “We all have our reasons for doing the things we do, and yours were none of my business if you didn’t want to share them. But you don't let the bad keep you from going after the good. I admire that.” He smiled ruefully. “You have no idea how difficult that is for most people, myself included.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” Haruto said. He couldn’t imagine what Elliot might be alluding to; Elliot was hot, confident, successful, had a string of lovers on speed dial and by all appearances lived his life exactly as he pleased. If anyone was to be admired here, it was Elliot.

Elliot snorted. “Let’s just say I’m not always the best judge of what’s really good for me, especially when it comes to people. I have my blind spots, just like anyone else.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “Ironic, I know, given my profession.”

Haruto thought for a moment. “Orgasms,” he said. “Orgasms are definitely good for you.”

Elliot smiled like a shark. “My thoughts exactly. It’s hard to entertain doubts about anything in the middle of an orgasm.”

Haruto chortled, but privately he wondered if there were deeper reasons for why Elliot, who was kind and smart and hot and funny, seemed to not want emotional ties with his partners beyond a certain point. He was curious, but decided not to pry. If Elliot could give him the space to talk as little or as much as he wanted about his past, he could do the same for Elliot.

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes. “You didn’t answer my other question, though,” Elliot said.

“Hm?”

“Is there anything specific you want me to do when we get home?”

“Oh.” Haruto immediately flashed back to their post-Christmas date and swallowed. He knew exactly where he wanted Elliot to start. He could feel his body clench in anticipation as he thought about it.

“I…” he trailed off, testing the picture he wanted to paint with his words. “I want your tongue in my ass.”

Elliot’s hands tightened reflexively on the steering wheel. “Fuck,” he said, grinning. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

“The one time you did it, y’know, after Christmas…” Haruto trailed off and squirmed in his seat. “I almost asked you to fuck me then. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

Elliot pulled up to a red light, shifting in his seat in a way that let his knees fall open a little. The car was dark but Haruto recognized the signs. Elliot was getting hard.

“When did you first…think about it?” Elliot said after a moment.

Haruto laughed and shook his head. “About three minutes after you left the next day.”

Elliot cursed, his foot hitting the gas abruptly as the light switched to green. “Tell me what you did. What you liked about it.”

Haruto’s breath felt shallow in his chest as he watched the tension winding through Elliot’s frame. He recalled watching Elliot’s car drive away that day, his heart full and aching and his cock getting there as he’d scuttled back to his room to strip out of his boxers. “I didn’t go for my dildo right away,” he said. “Just lubed up my fingers and played with myself for a while.” Haruto felt his face heat. “I tried to make it really wet, make it feel like your t-tongue on me again.”

Elliot huffed and leaned back in his seat, one hand dropping to his lap to adjust himself. “What else? What got you off?”

“You mean the first time?” Haruto chuckled sheepishly. “I didn’t even get a finger in. Just remembering you licking my asshole like it was ice cream made me blow. No one had ever done that to me before.”

“Christ,” Elliot muttered under his breath. “How could you not?”

Haruto laughed. The way Elliot often got indignant about Haruto’s own sexual misadventures never ceased to amaze or amuse him. “I mean, I haven’t wanted to be on the receiving end of anal stuff with anyone for a long time, so I guess I never thought to check if anyone wanted to eat my ass.”

Elliot looked over at him. “I’m glad you’re asking me, then,” he said quietly. “We’ll do this right.”

Haruto’s stomach fluttered. “Do my ass right, you mean?” he said, trying to make a joke of it.

“Damn straight. You have an ass that deserves a proper rimming. And a respectful and thorough fucking.”

“Not too respectful, I hope,” Haruto said, laughing.

“You have the kind of ass that should be immortalized in poetry and song,” Elliot said with a seriousness that only made Haruto laugh harder. “Your weird smoothies notwithstanding, you haven’t wasted a single second of your time spent in the gym and that should and will be acknowledged. With my mouth and my dick and any other part of me you like.”

“What if I asked you to fuck me with your big toe?” Haruto said, suddenly remembering one of the more niche porn rabbit holes he’d once hopped down.

Elliot didn’t even blink. “I’ve done worse and weirder. Did you want me to toe-fuck you tonight?”

Haruto squawked and wiped a tear of laughter from the corner of his eye. “No, please, forget I said that. I was just curious if you’d do it.”

“I’d do it. I’ll also stop anytime you ask.” Elliot reached over and squeezed Haruto’s knee. “Just so we’re clear.”

Haruto grinned. “Toe-fucking clear,” he said, sending himself into a fit of giggles, and Elliot groaned.

“Ugh, I do not need more bad puns in my life.”

“Everyone needs bad puns in their life,” Haruto said and slipped his hand into Elliot’s.

Elliot hummed and said nothing, giving the engine a little more gas as he hurried them home.

~*~*~*~

Thirty minutes and a quick shower later, Haruto found himself face down on the bed with his ass in the air and Elliot making the most obscene noises between his asscheeks.

God, it was filthy. The sensation of his hole being teased wasn’t unfamiliar but Elliot’s hot breath and the sloppy wet sounds of sucking and slurping and the unpredictable tapping and twirling of his tongue were all wholly foreign to Haruto and entirely wonderful. And entirely frustrating, because Elliot backed off to lick and massage his balls every time Haruto jerked his hips back for more, begging with his body while he moaned face-first into a pillow. He could feel his asshole fluttering open, wet and loose and already tender, and while it was so hot and indulgent to have his balls pleasured, it wasn’t the feeling Haruto was increasingly desperate for.

“Please, in my ass” he panted. “Put your tongue in… lick me inside…” His face burned at the thought of what Elliot could see, could taste, but the picture painted by his own words made it impossible not to beg.

With a groan, Elliot licked a wet line from Haruto’s balls and up his taint before he ground his face back between Haruto’s cheeks. He firmed his tongue to a point and pushed into Haruto’s quivering hole, fucking in and out as deep as he could, the moist puffs of his breath washing warm along Haruto’s crack.

Haruto gave a gurgled yell, and felt a pulse of precome drip from his cock. God yes. So filthy. So good.

Elliot pulled back for air, running his thumb over and around Haruto’s rim before dipping it inside. “Do you have any idea,” he said, teasing and breathing heavily, “Any idea how long I’ve wanted to take a bite of your peach?”

Before Haruto could decide whether to laugh or moan in reply, Elliot dove back in, tugging his hole open so he could lick even deeper.

Suddenly, Haruto felt his balls start to draw up and the tension began to gather at the base of his dick. It was too soon. He usually couldn’t help chasing his orgasm once his body started throbbing towards the inevitable but this time he wanted Elliot’s cock fucking him through it. “S-stop,” he said, gasping.

Behind him, Elliot drew back immediately. “What do you need?” he said, voice unsteady but calm, and not touching Haruto at all.

After a moment’s confusion, Haruto giggled helplessly into the sheets. He’d forgotten entirely about his confession in the car. A wave of warmth that had nothing to do with sex surged through him.

“Your dick,” he said, throwing a sharp grin over his shoulder at Elliot. “I need your dick.”

Elliot matched him with a feral smile of his own. “Fuck yeah.” He ripped open a condom and lubed up quickly, then brought his slick fingers down to rub around Haruto’s tender rim, slipping the tip of one finger inside. “Want me to work you open a little more?”

Haruto buried his face in his arms and groaned, wiggling his hips and trying to get Elliot’s finger in deeper, chasing the weird-good slide, but Elliot’s thrusts remained frustratingly shallow.

Haruto swallowed. He’d already trusted Elliot this far and look where that had gotten him. Haruto decided he wanted to see where else it could get him.

“Up to you,” he said softly. “I trust you.” He closed his eyes and relaxed his body into the waiting silence.

He heard Elliot shudder out a breath, and then heat enveloped his back, the hard, slick weight of Elliot’s cock nestling in the crack of his ass as Elliot moved over him and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Turn over, on your side,” Elliot murmured.

Haruto rearranged himself, lifting one leg and hooking it over Elliot’s shoulder, opening his body up to be used as Elliot saw fit. Elliot leaned forward to let him feel the stretch in his thigh, and brought two lubed fingers to his hole, spreading slick around and inside until Haruto felt positively drenched and leaking.

“You said you’re used to playing with your ass,” Elliot murmured, eyes fixed on his fingers as they rubbed in and out of Haruto’s hole. “I love the feeling of being stretched open on a hard cock. I think you might, too.”

Haruto whimpered. “Up to you,” he repeated, and Elliot looked up to meet his eyes.

“Shit. Okay,” Elliot huffed, and lined up the blunt head of his cock to fuck in in one long, slow, inexorable slide.

“God. Yesss,” Haruto hissed through his teeth. It was good. The stretch was so good, riding right up to the line of what he could comfortably take. He clenched his muscles, testing the feel of Elliot’s dick in him once Elliot was fully seated.

“Baby,” Elliot groaned and pressed his face against Haruto’s calf. “You’re not playing fair.”

Something in Haruto thrilled at the idea that Elliot’s control was being tested just by sitting balls-deep in his body. “Move,” he said, and squeezed down on Elliot’s cock again.

“Fuck.” Teeth clenched, Elliot ground forward and then slowly withdrew before pushing in once more. The weird-good-pleasure-pain slide of it made Haruto want to growl. Elliot’s rhythm built and built until they were both grunting and gasping unashamedly, sweat dripping from their bodies as they fucked.

“Please, please,” Haruto wailed, barely aware of what he was begging for. The push-pull of Elliot’s cock fucking in and out of his stretched hole was pulling him towards orgasm, the rhythm of it making his cock throb the way it did when he came, like the foreshocks of an impending earthquake. Haruto struggled to control his climax at the best of times, and now all hope of holding off seemed impossible. He was finally getting well and truly fucked, opened up, used. He felt barely capable of thought, let alone words. Pleasure suffused his whole body, endorphins flooding his brain as he writhed. It was exhilarating. And so fucking hot.

“Please,” he begged again, the word slurring out of his mouth.

“Mm, I know, baby, I know,” Elliot crooned, kissing the inside of Haruto’s leg where it was slung over his shoulder. He leaned forward, and Haruto groaned as he changed the pace of his thrusts to something slow and deep and deliberate. “I love that feeling. Head empty, ass full. ”

Haruto whimpered. Yes. Yes.

“Want to know why else I never pushed to fuck you?” Elliot whispered hot into his ear. “I love your cock, pretty boy. Love how big it is, how fucking massive you feel in my ass.” He thrust harder, jolting Haruto’s body. “If we turn you into a cockslut like me, promise you’ll still fuck me sometimes, too.”

“Oh god, anything,” Haruto panted. He’d never had someone talk to him during sex the way Elliot did.  “Anything you want.”

“So sweet,” Elliot purred.

Suddenly it was crucial that Elliot lose control, too.

“Keep going,” Haruto panted. “Come in my ass. Don’t stop ‘til you come.”

“Haru…” Elliot groaned, fucking his cock in and out. Haruto flexed the muscles of his ass and sphincter as best he could and Elliot gasped. “God, yes. Milk me.”

“Fuck it out of me,” Haruto begged, his own words sending him over the edge. He gripped his cock, jerking quickly as he started to come, thick spurts of semen shooting over his hand and up his belly in what felt like endless long pulses as Elliot continued to moan, pounding his ass like he couldn’t get enough. It was so good. Everything felt so good.

“Wreck me,” he sobbed, his body starting to go limp even as semen continued to dribble and pulse out of his twitching penis, soaking the sheets.

“Oh, fuck, Haru, fuck,,” Elliot cried, hips surging forward a final time as he came deep in Haruto’s ass, grinding in hard little circles as he filled the condom.

They collapsed together in a sticky heap, the warm, sweaty weight of Elliot’s body pressing Haruto into the mattress in a satisfying way. All too soon, Elliot rolled to one side, hand flailing for a tissue so he could wad up the condom.

Haruto examined himself for any trace of the shaky, sick, vulnerable feeling he remembered from before, but found nothing resembling it. Instead, he felt glorious. Powerful. Like he was full of light and could run fifty miles or bench press a car. He grinned up at the ceiling.

“There’s no chance you feel like going on a run right now, is there?” he asked the sweaty lump next to him, even though he knew what Elliot’s answer would likely be.

“You are not human,” Elliot groused. “God, I’m getting old. I don’t even have the energy to stand, nevermind go on one of your insane marathon runs.”

Haruto rolled his eyes. Elliot could be such a drama queen sometimes. “I was kidding. Mostly,” he said. He turned over to face Elliot, wanting to express his gratitude without actually saying ‘thanks for the killer assfuck, bro.’

“I feel amazing,” he said. Ugh, really? Was that the best he could do? Apparently this was what having his brains fucked out felt like.

“Good.” Elliot smiled gently, and so Haruto assumed his intended message had gotten through. “I meant it, you know,” Elliot said, watching Haruto from where he’d claimed his own pillow.

“Hm?”

“Even if we turn you into a greedy slut like me, you’d better still fuck me.”

Haruto pretended to consider it. “I suppose it’s the least I can do. Since you finally showed me the pleasure of going out on a real date.”

Elliot sniffed. “Honestly, it wasn’t anything that out of the ordinary. The bare minimum for someone you like and respect. We can do this anytime you like. Next weekend, if you want. We can tell every snooty restaurant in town about how you like it up the ass,” he said, and grinned when Haruto laughed.

“Fuck, that was embarrassing,” Haruto said. “But I don’t even care now.”

“As you shouldn’t.”

Elliot was still looking at him in a gentle way that made Haruto’s stomach squirm. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, deciding he also didn’t care about how sappy he was being, or about the bouquet of roses visible over Elliot’s shoulder.

Elliot leaned in and kissed his forehead. “It really was.”