you have to laugh at the tortured way in which higuruma speaks. he’s a mess, hair strewn over his forehead, skin glossed with sweat, cock angry with beautiful strenuous need.
“that’s not very nice,” you hum, languidly stroking at his cock. you don’t want to go too fast, ruin the awful buildup you’ve been working at. “you should be kinder to the person with your dick in hand. i could rip it off, you never know.”
"you might as well," hiromi bites the inside of his cheek. you’ve brought him to the edge three times now just to let his orgasm die the moment it starts to crest. he’d prefer a ruined orgasm at this point—anything other than the torture of denial . he's a hard worked man, stressed the fuck out all the time, and this is no way to wind down after a particularly hard case.
but god, your denial feels good. your hand alone is enough to get him this worked up, though higuruma knows he'll be begging for more of you by the end of the night. your fist squeezes around his cock in a way much like you would if you were riding him instead, soaking him in the mess he makes of you... he can't handle the imagery, his fourth potential orgasm starts to rise in his chest.
maybe if he doesn't tell you he's going to cum, you won't realise. he thinks on it, focuses on the sweet coos of praise that slip from your lips and enhance his pleasure ten-fold, and groans. god, he wants to be good for you, to experience the sweet reward for doing so. he doesn't want to disappoint, doesn't want to do anything other than please you.
"i'm close," he bites, hating himself for giving in so easy. his chest heaves with each buck of his hips into your hand, he's chasing his release like a dog would sit for a treat, and it brings a smile to your lips.
"i know," you say, and hiromi can feel the god-awful twitch in your hand as you start to slow down your movements.
"don't beg." you chide, and release his cock entirely. he's of half a mind to reach down and stroke himself through a mediocre orgasm to stunt the awful wait. "you're going to cum when I let you cum, baby, begging won't sway me. just enjoy it."
enjoy it? higuruma could laugh. how can he enjoy repeat denial? even if your hands on him are godlike and he'd rather be here with you than anywhere else in the world. even if he doesn't pick up on how loud he's being, how much he's writhing, how fucking good it really feels. your hiromi has a habit of getting stuck in his own head.
that's why he hardly registers it when you're climbing over him and sinking down onto his cock with a sharp gasp. when hiromi finally catches up to your movements, and he's able to untangle his grip from the sheets to rest on your hips instead, he thinks he's seen heaven.
he's so fucking sensitive, and you feel so good around him—warm and wet and sensual in so many ways your hand just can't compare with. suddenly, as you roll your hips against him and lean down to kiss at his jaw, he gets it.
he's barely just come down from his last potential orgasm when he feels another one bubbling in his lower abdomen. he feels ashamed, almost, of how quick he's going to cum now that he's finally inside of you—that is if you let him finish, of course. he knows you told him not to beg but he can't help the string of ' please baby please ' that falls from his trembling lips.
you smile against his jaw, press a delicate kiss to his freshly-shaved skin and whisper something in his ear that he'd argue in front of a court is on par with a heavenly fucking commandment. "come for me, hiromi."
he doesn't even see stars, hiromi's vision is lost on him completely as your words force the most intense orgasm of his life to wrack through him. he feels it in his bones, in his fingertips that dig into your waist, in his lungs that empty themselves of air as he cries a sweet release. he's never cum this hard. he's never cum this much—he's still balls-deep inside of you and can feel the sheer amount of his cum being forced out of you and down his thighs.
what could have been a painful five orgasms tonight is rolled into one, and hiromi is left gasping for air and struggling to keep his thoughts in check as you roll your hips and help him ride out the overbearing pleasure.
"say it," you tease, and though higuruma is fucked stupid, he still manages to roll his eyes.
"you were right. i was wrong."
"good," you hum, and bring your hips up a little just to drop back down on his aching length. "now, i told you not to fucking beg. so you're gonna stay still until i'm done with you, got it?"
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