They were supposed to be done. Morning sex had been slow and messy. The shared shower after had been full of giggles and slippery kisses. Sora thought he'd be satisfied—for at least a few hours.
But then Haru walked out of the bathroom wearing just his oversized T-shirt… and pink panties.
And Sora's self-control shattered all over again.
"Don't look at me like that…" Haru murmured, flopping onto the bed, his damp hair curling slightly around his flushed cheeks.
"I'm not looking," Sora muttered as he followed him down. "I'm appreciating."
He crawled onto the bed and hovered above Haru, staring openly at the soft swells pressing under the fabric of his T-shirt, the curve of his thighs just barely hidden by the hem. The way the cotton clung to him, damp in places, like it wanted to be peeled off.
"You're doing it again," Haru mumbled, breath hitching when Sora's hands slipped under the shirt.
Sora grinned, letting the hem slide up slowly, revealing smooth skin and the faintest hint of lace where the panties hugged Haru's hips.
"You really wore these after our shower?" he asked, voice low and rough.
"They were clean…" Haru whispered.
"And pink."
"Y-You like pink," Haru pouted.
"I love pink," Sora said—and then pushed Haru down gently onto the bed again, lips crashing against his before Haru could protest.
Haru whimpered into the kiss, already melting, already breathless. He squirmed as Sora's hands traveled higher under the shirt, bunching it up until his chest was exposed, nipples already puffed and sensitive from earlier. The fabric stayed bunched around Haru's arms, sleeves loosely trapping his wrists above his head.
"W-Wait…" Haru panted, breaking the kiss. "I have to start breakfast…"
Sora only chuckled.
"It's Sunday, baby," he whispered, dipping his head. "Breakfast can wait."
He leaned in, taking one of Haru's nipples between his lips and sucking softly, rolling his tongue over it. The reaction was instant—Haru's hips twitched, a breathy cry escaping him as he arched into the touch.
"S-Sora, we just—nnnh—!"
"I know," he mumbled against the soft flesh, "but you were teasing me. Coming out in panties, wearing my shirt like this? How do you expect me to behave?"
"I wasn't—teasing—ah!"
Sora's hand came up to play with the other nipple, gently pinching and rolling it between his fingers while his mouth lavished the other, suckling it with deep, wet pulls.
"They're still so sensitive," he murmured. "Like strawberries. Sweet and pink…"
"D-Don't say that…" Haru moaned, his face burning as Sora continued tasting him.
"But it's true," Sora said, grinning as he pulled back for a moment to admire the flushed, glistening skin. "You taste like strawberries. Girly little puffy nipples just begging for attention."
"S-So embarrassing…" Haru whispered, trembling beneath him.
"And so delicious," Sora said, switching sides, licking slow and firm over the other nipple before sucking it in with a satisfied sigh. "Mmph… breakfast can wait."
"Sora—ah—it's gonna get late…"
"You think I care about time when you're under me like this?" he muttered, teasingly nipping at the nipple now before soothing it with his tongue. "You're perfect like this. I could do this all day."
Haru whimpered, legs shifting under him. The panties were already showing a damp spot.
Sora noticed.
"You're dripping already," he whispered, brushing a knuckle against the lace front. "Even after we just came together in the shower…"
"It's your fault," Haru mumbled.
"Everything's my fault, huh?" Sora chuckled. "Fine. I'll take responsibility."
He leaned down again, sucking harder, tugging the sensitive nub between his lips while his fingers lightly traced the curve of Haru's thigh, sliding toward the waistband of the panties.
"I can't get enough of you," he murmured between licks. "Your nipples, your moans, the way you tremble for me. This body drives me crazy."
"S-Sora…"
"You've got me addicted, kitten."
Sora didn't move from his perch, still straddling Haru's hips with that calm, commanding presence. His fingers traced over Haru's flushed chest, circling one sensitive nipple with maddening patience.
"You're not allowed to touch yourself," Sora said quietly, but his voice held the edge of unshakable authority. "You're going to cum from this." He dipped his head, his tongue warm and wet as it flicked over the already taut peak.
Haru gasped sharply, his hands twitching at his sides. "Sora— I can't… It's not enough."
Sora didn't respond. His tongue dragged slowly across Haru's chest again, this time stopping to suckle at the nipple with slow, deep pulls that sent a ripple of heat straight through Haru's core. His hands moved to Haru's wrists and pinned them down against the mattress, making the command physical. Unyielding.
"You can," Sora said at last, his voice low against Haru's skin. "And you will."
Haru groaned, half from desperation and half from the overwhelming sensitivity building in his chest. His cock throbbed hard, completely untouched, twitching with every flick and suckle Sora lavished on his nipple. The warmth of Sora's mouth, the faint scrape of teeth, the wet pressure — it sent shivers down his spine.
"Sora, please—"
"No."
Sora shifted slightly, just enough to tease the line where dominance turned to cruelty, but his eyes were soft — he was watching every twitch of Haru's muscles, every stifled moan, every buck of his hips into air that gave no friction. He nuzzled lower for a moment, kissed between Haru's pecs, then returned to his task with even more focus.
Licking. Sucking. Pulling the nipple between his lips and letting it pop free again.
Haru's legs tensed. His toes curled. He was shaking. Every nerve below his chest was screaming for contact, for touch, for something to bring him to the edge. But Sora gave him only that — only his tongue and mouth on one small, maddeningly sensitive part of him, again and again and again.
Minutes stretched. Haru squirmed, his body arching helplessly against the mattress, every movement causing his cock to brush slightly against Sora's lower belly — but never enough. Not enough friction. Not enough pressure. He was dripping now, his tip slick with precum that had no place to go.
"Sora… I-I can't…" Haru whispered, his voice hoarse.
"You will." Sora's lips never left his skin as he spoke. He suckled deeper, then flicked his tongue again in tight, focused motions that sent lightning shooting down Haru's abdomen.
Haru whimpered. His body jerked, and Sora let him — he only pressed his hips down again, grinding teasingly close but still giving nothing. Not even accidental contact.
"You're not going to cum because I'm stroking you," Sora murmured, tracing the words across Haru's chest with his mouth. "You're going to cum because I own you. Even your nipples belong to me. Your orgasm does."
That broke something inside Haru. The words sank deeper than they should've — into the raw heat of his belly, into his breathless desperation. He bit his lip hard, trying not to cry out. His whole body was shaking now, thighs trembling, muscles locked.
Sora paused only to blow gently across the wet, overstimulated nub — and Haru screamed.
That pressure. That unbearable, maddening pressure.
It was like a slow burn caught fire all at once.
He arched. His eyes flew wide. His cock twitched violently, untouched, and thick ropes of cum spilled across his stomach in helpless, pulsing waves. His chest heaved. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
Sora didn't stop. He didn't ease up. His lips stayed locked on Haru's nipple, dragging wet circles around it, then flicking it again and again with the tip of his tongue — fast, focused, merciless. His teeth grazed the swollen bud just enough to make Haru's entire body jolt.
The tension inside Haru was unbearable. His cock was flushed a deep red, slick with precum that clung to the tip and drooled in long strings down his shaft. The need was suffocating. It crawled through his gut like fire, building with every twitch of Sora's tongue.
"Sora—!" Haru cried out again, breath ragged, thighs locking tight around Sora's hips as his body bowed off the bed. "I— I'm gonna— I can't—!"
"Do it," Sora whispered against his chest. "Let go. Just from this."
Then he sucked down hard — a deep, sealing pull around the nipple, twisting it with his tongue at the same time — and Haru broke.
His mouth fell open in a silent scream, and the orgasm hit him like a punch to the spine. His entire body jerked violently, a high, strangled cry finally ripping out of his throat as his cock twitched helplessly. Then—
A thick, hot stream of cum shot up from his untouched shaft, splashing wetly across his own chest and stomach. Another followed. And another. Each pulse was raw and forceful, drawn out by nothing but nipple stimulation and desperate mental submission. His balls clenched hard, tightening as they emptied, the pressure finally releasing in obscene, ropey waves that splattered him with his own seed.
Sora didn't stop.
He kept suckling — dragging every last spasm out of Haru, even as his cock throbbed weakly, overstimulated and leaking the final drops of cum in slow, warm trails across his belly.
Haru was shaking beneath him. Chest heaving. Thighs trembling. His entire body soaked in sweat and streaked with white. He couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could barely breathe.
Only then did Sora finally lift his mouth from Haru's abused nipple. It was swollen, red, glistening with spit. He licked his lips, slow and deliberate, then looked down at Haru with eyes full of quiet satisfaction.
"You came so hard…" he whispered, voice like silk across raw nerves. "From just this."
Haru whimpered, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. It wasn't pain. It was too much. Too intense. Too deep. He was wrecked, reduced to trembling limbs and flushed skin and a cock still twitching from the aftershocks.
Sora leaned down, kissed his lips — slow, reverent — then kissed the mess on Haru's stomach, tasting the hot, salty smear with a hum of satisfaction.
"You're beautiful like this," he murmured. "Completely undone. And it was all mine."
Haru didn't speak. He couldn't. But his eyes — glazed, vulnerable, and full of something unspoken — said everything.
Sora smiled.
Sora's tongue was slow, unhurried, as he licked the last streak of cum from Haru's stomach. The way he did it wasn't just affectionate — it was deliberate. Worshipful. Every pass of his tongue was a reminder that this mess, this beautiful wreck of a boy lying beneath him, was his doing.
When he was satisfied, he sat up slightly, his fingers brushing over Haru's flushed chest. He didn't touch the nipple yet — not again. Not yet. He only let his fingertip hover, a devilish smile tugging at his lips as he watched Haru twitch from nothing but anticipation.
"You really came like that," Sora murmured, voice velvet-smooth. "From your nipple."
Haru groaned softly, turning his face to the side, cheeks blazing crimson.
"Don't—"
Sora leaned in close again, brushing his lips right beside Haru's ear.
"Oh no, baby. I am going to talk about it. You should've seen yourself," he whispered. "Moaning, trembling, begging me to stop — and then you just exploded." He chuckled, warm breath teasing Haru's ear. "I didn't even have to touch your cock."
Haru's hands flew up to cover his face with a soft whimper. "Sora…"
"I felt it, Haru." Sora's tongue flicked out to taste the sensitive shell of his ear. "Your whole body tightened up — and then you started spurting like you hadn't cum in days." He chuckled again, a little more wicked now. "I think you hit your chest. Twice."
"Sora!"
"What? You did." His finger finally brushed over the puffy, overstimulated nub on Haru's chest — feather-light — and Haru's whole body flinched.
A gasp ripped from his lips, hips twitching in a useless reflex even though he had nothing left to give.
Sora grinned wider. "Still sensitive?"
Haru bit his lip hard, nodding slightly as his eyes squeezed shut. He looked utterly wrecked. Red-faced. Sweaty. Cum still cooling on his skin in a few stray streaks that Sora had missed — or intentionally left.
Sora straddled him more securely, pinning him down, then bent low over Haru's chest again.
"I could do it again, you know," he murmured, lips barely brushing Haru's abused nipple. "Make you cum like that one more time. Maybe even harder. Just from this little thing right here."
"No… I can't…!" Haru gasped, shaking his head. "I can't take another…"
"But you will, won't you?" Sora's tongue darted out again — just a flick. Just a threat. "Because you like it when I make you feel things no one else can. When I push you past what you think is possible."
Haru whimpered. The tiniest sound. Helpless. Turned on. His cock gave a weak twitch even though it had nothing left — but that reaction only made Sora's grin deepen.
"That's what I thought," he whispered.
Then he laid down fully on top of Haru again, bare skin against bare skin, their hearts pounding in chaotic rhythm. He nuzzled against Haru's throat, then kissed his jaw, his temple, his damp hair — all gentleness now, like a soothing balm after the storm.
"You were perfect," he whispered, tone softer now. "I've never seen anything so beautiful."
Haru trembled, eyes fluttering open. "You're so mean…"
Sora only smiled and kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"You love it."
And Haru — breathless, boneless, still blushing — didn't deny it.
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END OF CHAPTER : 88 : NIPPLE PLAY!
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