Chapter 6: Boiling over
Summary: things are heating up and Matsu has some surprises up his sleeve..
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Although the touching of privates was kind of the point of sex — one of the main ones, anyway — the way theirs squished and poked together right now felt, to be very honest, weird. Haphazard. Uncomfortable. Judging by Matsu’s fervent kissing, it didn’t seem to bother him, but Ume wanted to make them. not touch. Or touch differently.
As if possessed he reached between them and before he knew it he was holding one dick in each hand. He broke the kiss and stood there staring at the contents of his hands for a second before he figured the best step forward would probably be to start rubbing those cocks off.
He did so and with slow motions he felt his own grow fully erect. Matsu’s was already leaking. Ume's heart beat against his ribs, as if it was trying to break out.
Matsu thumped his forehead against Ume’s chest and sighed. His fingers pressed into the skin of Ume’s sides like he needed to hold himself steady.
After a solid moment of Ume jerking both of them in silence — apart from sound of their soft and shallow breaths — Matsu gasped quietly and grasped the hand that held his hard-on.
“Wait,” he exhaled and weakly pushed Ume's hand away.
Afraid he'd done something wrong, Ume let go at once. With a twitch of his cock he saw a thick thread of precum, that had oozed from Matsu's dick onto his hand, stretch between them. It drooped down and broke when Matsu stepped away and grabbed his futon from behind the screen in the corner of the room.
He dumped the still folded futon on the floor, against the wall.
“Sit down,” there was an attempt to sound commanding, but the arousal in Matsu’s voice, eyes and flushed cheeks rather nullified it. Still, Ume obeyed. He seated himself on the tatami mat and lounged against the futon. He probably looked far more nonchalant than he felt, with his knees tucked up and — as Matsu stepped in between them before kneeling down — his legs spread.
Matsu placed his hands on the futon next to Ume’s sides. Ume reached for a kiss, and he got one, but it was brief. Nice and sloppy, but brief. With haste, Matsu advanced to Ume’s neck and chest and.. nipple. He kissed, then licked it with quick flicks of his tongue.
Ume had expected Matsu to put his mouth to work a bit further down and was genuinely a bit baffled by this course of events. It's not that he wasn't familiar with the practice. He himself had done this to his wife before, fairly often. He still often dreamed of the softness of her plump breasts, and of the way she would squirm and moan when he cupped, squeezed, licked, bit and sucked on them. As far as he remembered she’d never returned the favour, though, or if she did, it must not have been very memorable to him.
The sensation was not unpleasant and the unexpectedness of it did kind of turn Ume on, but he didn’t think he would request it next time he had sex with someone.
Matsu shifted his weight to one arm and with the other caressed Ume’s erection, almost thoughtlessly. The soft teasing touches made Ume shudder. It was like having an itch that just needed a good rough scratching, and then tickling it instead. Part of him wanted to slap away Matsu’s hand away and finish the job himself, but at the same time, he was now so hard that it hurt. In a good way.
The nipple play contributed to this, Ume noticed. Through Matsu’s efforts, they had flushed and puffed up and stiffened, and — much to Ume’s surprise — become kind of sensitive. So Ume resisted his urges and didn’t intervene. Matsu was the expert here. He’d probably done things Ume would never have considered; things that could blow his fucking mind if he just let it happen.
More and more, Ume felt tiny jolts go through his body. Some of which extended to his erection, and made it wiggle out of Matsu’s light touch. He really was trying to give in to it. But then, before he realised it, a horny, and nonetheless unintentionally irritated groan escaped his mouth.
Matsu huffed a silent laugh into Ume’s chest.
“Fine,” he smirked, “I'll move on.”
“Yes, please,” Ume grunted. He almost told Matsu that it was fine, “don’t stop,” because it had the desired effect, right? He was aroused as hell. But only now that Matsu stopped with the dick caresses and the tit sucking did Ume realise he’d been digging his fingers into his legs. He might have been just a little overstimulated.
As Matsu trailed kisses down Ume’s belly, Ume couldn't help admiring his nipples, left glistening and swollen and honestly.. kind of lonely without Matsu’s mouth. He tentatively reached up his hands and gave them a few careful squeezes. Matsu noticed right before he made it to Ume’s groin, and stopped to observe for a moment, with a something reminiscent of a smile in his eyes.
“This nipple thing..” Ume mused, rubbing a few circles around the tender skin, “Didn’t think it was for me, but..”
Matsu did not let him finish that thought; instead, he shifted Ume’s cock upright a little and started suckling precum off the tip.
Ume tilted his head back with a gasp, “Sshit..!”
Matsu’s tongue twirled small slippery circles around the head, before taking Ume’s length in his mouth. Ume felt Matsu’s warm, wet tongue glide along the shaft on the way down, and as it went back up, it sort of wiggled against his frenulum.
Ume sighed. Warmth was gathering in his belly; he was not there yet, but it was getting close..
“Matsu.. wait,” he lifted his head, and couldn’t help giggling a bit at what he was about to say, “I can’t cum before I try that fantastic asshole of yours..”
Matsu either didn't hear him or ignored him, but Ume got too distracted by the view to notice, let alone be bummed about it. The leisurely rhythm of Matsu’s bobbing head was almost hypnotic. Ume leaned on one elbow to look at the scene sideways and get a better view.
After a moment, he saw that Matsu’s arm stretched to somewhere between his legs. At first Ume thought he was fondling his own balls, but his hand actually disappeared behind them and moved up and down at a steady pace. Beads of cum flowed out of the tip of his boner, which shot up and every couple of seconds. Ume felt low hums of pleasure vibrate through his length.
“Are you… fingering yourself?”
Once again, there was no sign that Matsu had heard him, but after a moment he slid his mouth up Ume’s shaft one final time and with a soft plop of his mouth, let it flop down on Ume’s belly. He then removed his hand from his back end and positioned both his hands next to Ume’s sides. He leaned forward, asking for a kiss with a cocked head and a half open mouth.
Ume once again marvelled at the huge contrast between Matsu's face right now, and his usual moody or extremely neutral expression. It would have been funny, if Ume hadn't been so incredibly turned on — and if it hadn't been so very hot.
A horny kind of cute aggression was prompting Ume to smash their faces together at that point, but he took control of himself and instead cradled Matsu’s face with both hands, before connecting their lips. Matsu nudged Ume’s mouth open wider, licking inside and as soon as he did so, he dipped his hips and started rocking them back and forth with drawn out motions, rubbing his dick against Ume’s. Within mere moments the both of them were panting and moaning with increasing passion.
“I want you inside of me,” Matsu muttered and promptly stood up, stepped over Ume’s legs so that his feet were now planted next to Ume’s hips, and crouched down. He bent forward to give Ume a quick peck of a kiss and as he did so he grabbed Ume's cock and pressed the tip against his opening. Leaning back again, it slid inside with ease. As Matsu’s hot and slick insides enveloped his cock, Ume felt his head tilt back and heard himself groan with pleasure. A sound he hadn’t made in a long time.
“Ume,” it was impressive how Matsu still managed to sound annoyed with a voice that was also dripping with lust, “be quiet.”
“I make no promises,” Ume grinned, but the initial overwhelm had already shifted to a more bearable feeling of gradually mounting bliss. Without realising it, he'd been clutching at Matsu’s upper arms, squeezing so hard he was afraid he was going to leave bruises. Searching for something other to do with his hands, he saw Matsu’s cock, looking so hard and dripping with precum, and so desperate for release. As he extended his hand, Matsu intercepted it.
“No, leave it” he said, sharply. In a softer, almost pleading tone he added, “Please…”
Fuck… Ume didn't get why, but Matsu was into it, and holy shit, did it make him look lewd. Now Ume really wanted to touch him. That's when he remembered nipples.
He put his index and middle fingers in his mouth to wet them and reached up to Matsu’s chest. When he found the two, already perky nipples, a low and breathy “ah” tumbled from Matsu’s lips. Ume took this permission to play with them. And he was rewarded for taking initiative; as he massaged and pinched the sensitive little bumps, Matsu’s breath hitched, his cock leaked like crazy and twitched, his fingers dug into Ume’s chest; he was definitely enjoying this much more than Ume had.
“Fuck,” Matsu whimpered. He dropped his head in between his tense shoulders, and with erratic little jerks of his hips, he came all over Ume’s belly. Ume stared at him in amazement. He’d never seen anyone climax without their genitals being touched before, but this looked as pleasurable as a regular orgasm — if not: more.
Matsu kept riding Ume while shooting his load, although slower and less deliberate. With every splurt, his hole gave Ume’s cock a rousing little squeeze.
Even when nothing more came out, he didn’t stop moving. In fact, he started speeding up again. His movements were now irregular, though, and Ume was getting desperately close to ejaculating himself. He seized Matsu’s hips, holding them in place while he thrust his own up at the rhythm he desired.
With the responsibility taken away from him, Matsu kind of slumped over and rested his forehead on Ume’s chest, breathing heavy. Ume let out a small and embarrassing moan with each rapid thrust, until he felt like he was boiling over.
He groaned — as quiet as he could — as he came hard inside Matsu, who wrapped his arms around Ume’s neck and emitted barely audible moans into his chest. Ume slowed down his thrusts and started rolling his hips, savouring the blissful sensation that spread throughout his body.
“This feels so fucking good…” he grunted.
After a moment his body went from rigid ecstasy to tingling jelly and he could do nothing but let his limbs sprawl out in all directions. His short, exhausted bursts of laughter sounded weird through his ringing ears.
He glanced down at Matsu, who by now lay flat on Ume’s broad chest, looking absolutely spent.
“You alright?” Ume asked. It was actually a bit of a concerning sight.
A soft smile appeared on Matsu’s lips, “Yeah..”
Wait. He looked.. relaxed.
Ume snorted at this realization, “This is is how you unwind, huh?”
“Mm,” Matsu hummed. His breathing gradually became deep and steady. It sounded like...
“You asleep?”
No reply.
“You're asleep,” Ume laughed quietly to himself.
This felt good. Not just the buzzing glow of the orgasm, but Matsu’s warmth and weight on his chest as well. Ume could stay like that forever, had it not been for the fact that he lay half on the floor and half on the still folded futon. More importantly; he felt like he was covered in cum.
He felt bad about waking Matsu up.. He was light enough that Ume could just pick him up and put him aside, and then lay out the futon properly, but the thought of cleaning the cum off Matsu’s sleeping ass weirded him out.
So he gently patted Matsu’s cheek, “Yo, wake up.”
Matsu made a displeased noise.
“Don’t be like that,” Ume said sternly, “if we get this over with quick, you’ll get to go back to sleep in a jiffy.”
Ume wrapped his arms around Matsu and rolled the both of them to their sides, depositing Matsu on the floor next to the futon. With heavy limbs and a still hazy head Ume clambered to his feet, found a cloth and dunked it and wrung it out in the bucket of water that stood by the door. He wiped clean his belly as he shuffled over to Matsu, who lay flat on his back with one arm dramatically covering his face.
“Clean yourself up a little.” Ume dangled the cloth in front of Matsu’s face, who peeked at it from underneath his arm with heavy lidded eyes. When he reached for the cloth with his other hand, Ume let it land neatly in Matsu’s limp grasp.
“You’re a menace,” Matsu grumbled.
“You’ll thank me later,” Ume said, carefully reaching for the bedding. He felt so shaky that mild gust of wind might topple him over. Maybe he should've waited a bit longer before getting up.
While Matsu wiped himself off, Ume straightened the futon and grabbed the blanket and pillow. He plumped down, flat on his back, on the futon. He lolled his head to the side and saw Matsu pathetically crawling toward him. Seeing as Ume had claimed the only pillow Matsu owned, he stretched out his arm for Matsu to use as head support. Not that he expected Matsu to accept the offer.
Not only did Matsu accept, he pillowed his head on Ume's shoulder and draped his arm over Ume’s chest. And within seconds of settling down, Matsu was seemingly fast asleep.
Ume vaguely considered getting dressed and going home, after he’d come to his senses a bit more, but… He was so drowsy.. And this felt pretty nice…
He covered himself and Matsu best as he could without shaking Matsu awake — although he soon suspected Matsu would sleep through an earthquake right now. Taking in and processing the sensations of all that had transpired that night, he lay awake a bit longer, before finally drifting off himself.