A loud sigh passed through Taiga’s lips as he locked his phone, slipping it back into the depths of his tight jeans. He could feel his smile slipping, the disappointment already clouding his thoughts. Taiga knew he shouldn’t be. How many times in the past had he been cancelled on when the anticipation had been growing in his belly, just when he was at the precipice of getting what he wanted? It was a regular occurrence now. He should know better than expect a different outcome.
“Hey, Jesse?” he called out, trying to keep his voice upbeat and carefree. Taiga heard his groupmate drop something in the kitchen and curse in English. “I think I’m gonna go.”
“WHAT?” Jesse appeared in the kitchen doorway still wearing his t-shirt and pajama pants, his hair messy and making Taiga tilt his head. What in the world was going on in the kitchen? The last Taiga had known Jesse was only making the two of them popcorn for the movie they were going to watch. “What do you mean you’re leaving? You’ve been talking nonstop about this Conan movie since it came out in theaters, and you’ve been begging for someone to watch it with you once it came out on DVD for months.”
Taiga shrugged, forcing a smile on his face. His clothing was beginning to feel so rough, his Conan shirt and jeans no longer the comfortable outfit he had once thought it was. “I’m not feeling it anymore. I’ll go home and let you have your evening back-”
Jesse was across the living room in two steps. He thrust his hand in Taiga’s face, wiggling his fingers. “Gimmie your phone.”
“It’s got nothing to do with-”
“You can get ready to go while I check your messages. I promise I’ll let you go when I’m done,” Jesse said, giving Taiga the most brilliant smile.
Taiga took his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it before slipping it into Jesse’s hand. After all of this time, he knew better than to not give Jesse what he wanted. When he was hunting for whatever had caught his interest, his nose following a scent only he could smell, there was no way to dissuade Jesse. It was better to let him read the messages than continue to try and hide them.
Taiga’s jacket was in the hall closet along with his shoes, slipping on the sherpa jacket as he eyed Jesse scrolling through the day’s conversations. He knew what Jesse was reading through, the happiness and excitement that began with the start of the day, the teasing words turning sexual, until eventually they stopped roughly ten minutes ago with a single phrase that killed Taiga’s heart.
Hey, something came up. I can’t meet tonight. Let’s get together another time.
“I know,” Taiga said when Jesse’s eyes finally drifted from his phone screen. “I know I have bad taste in men, but that’s why I’m only hooking up with this guy. He’s tried to push for more, but I’m not in a place for a relationship after my last one. ”
The last guy Taiga had dated had seemed nice. Super sweet and loving, and Taiga had never been so spoiled by any of his past partners. Things had only taken a turn when the two of them had moved in together, Taiga’s partner turning more and more controlling as the weeks passed by. In the end the guy had tried to make Taiga choose: SixTONES or him. It had been a foolish error on his part. That ultimatum had opened Taiga’s eyes to what was truly happening, finally noticing how he had pulled away from friends and family for a shitty guy. He had packed all of his things and left that evening, going to stay with his parents until Taiga could find a new apartment for himself. Taiga hadn’t had a serious relationship since that one ended, just strings of hookups to satiate his desires.
“My problem with him isn’t that he’s obviously a jerk that’s playing with your heart,” Jesse said, thumb swiping across the screen of Taiga’s phone to reread some of the earlier messages. “It’s that you’re letting him ruin our plans because he cancelled on you tonight. I don’t want you to be upset that you’re not getting a bit of dick from his guy.”
Taiga knew that he should try and explain, to make Jesse see his point of view, but what else could he say? Jesse had read every single message. He knew how turned on Taiga had been throughout the day, even when he and Jesse had been eating take out an hour ago in Jesse’s apartment. There was no hiding or masking the excitement that had been flowing through Taiga’s veins, how much he had been looking forward to being utterly and completely fucked out of his mind. It was better if Taiga left Jesse to enjoy his evening and went back to his place to release his pent up emotions.
Soft footsteps filled Taiga’s ears, Taiga’s phone being slipped into his jacket pocket as Jesse settled in front of him. “Taiga, you’re hot. You could get any dude in the world to fuck you silly if you asked.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. I could, but there’s not a single decent dude out there that wants to fuck me. I’m always stuck with the trashy ones that are either pretending to be nice or build me up just to tear me down.”
Jesse’s hands were on the lapels of Taiga’s jacket, slowly trailing up the zipper. “Which is why,” Jesse said, leaning in. His breath was warm on Taiga’s face, and he felt his heart quicken. He felt how Jesse’s hands skimmed his shoulders, sliding under the jacket to push it off of Taiga’s shoulders. “You should stay.”
Taiga’s jacket landed on the floor with a thud, his mind momentarily going to see if his phone was okay, but every cognitive thought escaped his brain the second Jesse’s hands took hold of his chin. It was like Taiga couldn’t breathe, his lung refusing to function, and he could hardly focus on anything except how close Jesse’s face was to his.
“You know,” Taiga heard Jesse say, the words entering his brain and bouncing around as if they were made of jelly. “I am a decent guy. I’d like to think I’m a pretty good partner.”
His entire body felt like it was awakening as Jesse took a step forward, closing the gap between the two of them. Taiga could feel how firm Jesse’s body was, the toned muscle from working out, as well as something hard pressing into his hip. He so badly wanted to reach out and grab onto Jesse’s shirt, to try and center himself from the whiplash that had struck Taiga’s brain. Just seconds ago he had been feeling sorry for himself, and now? Now there was something brewing in the air, positively electric as Taiga stood rooted to the floor, waiting to hear the next words out of Jesse’s mouth.
“I also,” Jesse said, leaning in. His lips were hovering above Taiga’s, their lips brushing with every word out of Jesse’s mouth, “think I’m pretty hot, too.”
There was no denying that. There had been too many times to count that Taiga had looked over when they were preparing for a new tour, catching flashes of Jesse’s bulging biceps or little tastes of his abs when Jesse wiped the sweat from his skin. Those moments were unquestionably hot, and Taiga would have been lying if he said he hadn’t come to fantasies of muscley Jesse fucking him silly. He was only human, and defined abs were a weakness of Taiga’s.
“And?” Taiga asked, his words barely a whisper in an exhale. He didn’t want to get his hopes too up, wishing on fantasies that were taking over the last bit of brain function he had left.
“You should get fucked tonight,” Jesse said, and Taiga could feel the little smirk clinging to Jesse’s lips. “I mean, we are two hot people.” Jesse leaned in for the smallest of kisses. His lips lingered for a moment before he pulled away, and Taiga felt himself chasing after Jesse’s kiss. The little laugh from Jesse’s belly that followed gave Taiga butterflies. “So, what do you say? Can I fuck you and give you everything you need?”
Taiga rapidly nodded his head, feeling like a kid who was having candy dangled right in front of his eyes. How could he turn down this opportunity? It was one of his wildest fantasies come to life, and they needed to make this happen.
“Good.” Taiga felt himself being led backwards, his back hitting the wall as Jesse pressed him into it. Jesse’s hands were on either side of Taiga’s head, not allowing him even the thought of backing out. “Now let me ravish you like you deserve.”
Taiga had always imagined Jesse would be a good kisser, something about the shape of Jesse’s lips giving Taiga the image that he knew how to please a man, but the kiss was even better than even the wildest of Taiga’s fantasies. Jesse’s lips were pillowy soft, the kind that Taiga could get lost in for hours and never grow tired of. They ignited a heat deep within Taiga’s belly as Jesse deepened the kiss, that perfect amount of tongue that had Taiga hungry for more.
Taiga felt his thighs be nudged aside, Jesse slipping one of his knees between them to draw their bodies closer together, and he couldn’t help the groan that passed through his lips, especially when Jesse’s hips began to rock into his. Jesse’s shirt was so soft in his hands as Taiga fisted it, his head spinning, and he could barely focus on their kiss every time Jesse grinded his hardness into Taiga. The feeling of Jesse’s growing hardness against Taiga’s hip made his blood rush south, Taiga’s own body aching and craving the feeling of skin on skin.
Jesse’s cologne, cardamom and vanilla, was so rich in Taiga’s nose, the only thing he could breathe in. Every stolen breath, every little bit of air he consumed, was so full of Jesse, and it made Taiga groan from the delicious friction that was building between them. Why hadn’t they done this earlier? Why hadn’t Taiga mustered the courage to ask Jesse to fuck him before today? Only a jacket had been removed between them, and Taiga already knew Jesse would be his best partner.
“Where do you want me to fuck you?” Jesse asked, breaking the kiss. His lips were still like fire against Taiga’s neck, nipping and biting, and Taiga knew they would leave marks up and down his skin. “Here, against the wall? On the couch?” Jesse slipped his hands under Taiga’s shirt, reaching up to tease his sensitive nipples. “I would fuck you in the shower if that’s where you wanted me to.”
There were too many places, too many choices. Hundreds of images flooded Taiga’s brain, all of the places where he wanted Jesse to give him the fucking of a lifetime. He could see himself bent over the kitchen table, Jesse pounding him from behind, or on the couch, Taiga slowly riding Jesse until he came deep within Taiga. The image of Jesse’s come dripping out of him slowly, that thick release making Taiga feel so full, made Taiga feel so impossibly slutty that he needed it to happen. But for their first time together, Taiga wanted the utmost level of comfort.
“Bed,” Taiga breathed out, curling his arms around Jesse’s neck. “Take me on your bed.”
He felt Jesse’s hands slink down his body, grabbing onto Taiga’s ass, before he felt those huge muscles lift Taiga into the air. He barely had enough time to wrap his legs around Jesse’s hips before another searing kiss was on Taiga’s neck, his head thrown back as Jesse carried Taiga to the bedroom.
Being carried by Jesse felt absolutely magical, those strong arms lifting Taiga’s body without any level of strain. He felt so safe and protected there, and Taiga almost felt sad when Jesse placed him on the edge of the bed, that king sized bed so massive. It took up nearly all of the available floor space, hardly enough room for a tall TV stand and side tables. Taiga felt himself sink into the fluffy duvet, the soft material almost swallowing him whole. His lips were already craving another kiss, already missing the feeling of Jesse’s lips on his, but the feeling of static came over Taiga’s brain as he watched Jesse strip off his shirt between Taiga’s open thighs.
Taiga knew Jesse was ripped. It was a well known fact that his groupmate was shredded beyond belief. There were many days where SixTONES finished work late, the clock nearing eleven o’clock, and most of the members would hail cabs back to their apartments to get some rest. But never Jesse. No, he would still make a quick trip to the gym for a late night workout, and that dedicated effort showed in his flawless physique.
His pecks were impossibly big, like two soft pillows that Taiga wanted to take a nap on, and his abs were cut down his chest like tiny little buns. Taiga wanted to lean in and taste every single one of them, to run his fingers down each little divot to see if the small touches made Jesse ticklish or not. But his eyes ran even further south, to where Jesse’s pajama pants were sitting low on his hips, a hardness tenting them and making Taiga lick his lips.
Jesse’s hands were at the edges of Taiga’s own shirt, tugging it up and over his body. He didn’t allow himself to look down, to see the softness of his flesh. He knew he looked like nothing in comparison to Jesse, those huge biceps three times the size of Taiga’s own. How could someone so cut and dangerously hot ever find him as attractive as Taiga found Jesse?
“Fuck,” Taiga heard Jesse hiss, and his gaze shot up to Jesse eyes. They were a few shades darker than normal, Jesse’s pupils almost clouded over as he admired Taiga’s body. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do this. You’re so beautiful.”
Jesse swooped in for another kiss, his lips dancing across Taiga’s in that wonderful way that made Taiga’s head spin more and more. He could have sworn he felt Jesse’s hands digging into his ass, tugging Taiga’s hips forward to meet Jesse’s. Maybe there was even a bit of fumbling, Jesse struggling to undo the button and zipper of Taiga’s jeans. Taiga wasn't certain. He was too lost in Jesse’s mouth, his own fingers exploring those beautiful abs that were ripe for picking.
He felt Jesse lift him, struggling to get Taiga out of his tight pants and underwear that were clinging to his hips like they were a second skin.
“I can’t believe you were going to wear jeans to a booty call.” Jesse had abandoned every semblance of a kiss, letting Taiga go so his back was flush against the bed with his legs dangling off the bed. Both of his hands were tugging that pesky fabric from Taiga’s body. “How does your fuck buddy usually remove them when you get together?”
Taiga felt himself flush before he found the words. “He…he doesn’t. I usually take my own clothes off then remove his.” He took a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. “When he didn’t cancel on me, usually I was the one pleasing him.”
He watched how Jesse paused for a moment, letting the words sink in before he spoke. “I’m not going to let you lift so much as a finger tonight,” Jesse said, and Taiga could see a fire burning behind his eyes. “This evening is going to be all about you and what you want.” His fingers hooked into the waistband of Taiga’s jeans, tugging hard and fast until the rest of his clothes disappeared to a corner of Jesse’s room.
The feeling of the cool air on Taiga’s skin made him shiver, craving the feeling of something warm over him. Whenever he had come over to Jesse’s apartment in the past, he had always whined that it was far too cold. Who liked sitting around let alone sleeping in a freezing apartment? But it had been nice when they had settled in to watch a movie, Jesse covering the two of them in a large fuzzy blanket as they cuddled up to watch whatever Taiga had brought over.
There was a part of Taiga that wanted to climb under Jesse’s duvet, to let the heat of it warm him as things turned even hotter and heavier between them, but the sight of Jesse sliding his own bottoms off made Taiga pause as he was scooting further onto the bed. He had seen Jesse naked plenty of times before, post concert showers between the six of them often a ridiculous affair. There had been plenty of strange naked dances as they had laughed and joked together. Jesse had always been particularly large, his cock something Taiga fantasized about as he had gotten older, but seeing it erect was another matter entirely.
Taiga had never liked giving head, the feeling of a cock in his mouth something that made him want to gag rather than something pleasurable. So many of his past partners wanted to take control, to roll their hips so their cocks slid deeper and deeper down Taiga’s throat. Taiga had said agreed to being throat fucked, feeling like he needed to in order to please them, but he had always sat there, waiting patiently for his partner to grow tired and move onto something different.
Jesse was the first cock that he saw that he actually hungered for, wanting to know how it would feel on his tongue. It was such a beautiful cock, one that Taiga wanted to wholly worship with his mouth so Jesse could understand how perfect it was. Taiga wanted so badly for Jesse to be laying on the bed in front of him, his fingers weaving into Taiga’s hair as his moans filled the air. He wanted to feel that thick cock in his hand, licking the length from base to tip before taking the tip, and more, into his mouth. No matter how Jesse warned him, letting Taiga know he was going to come, Taiga wanted Jesse to. He wanted to feel every spurt of come coat his throat until he was struggling to swallow it all.
The more Taiga imagined it, picturing how utterly undone Jesse would be, the more he wanted to make it a reality. Maybe not today, for Jesse had already decided tonight would be for Taiga’s pleasure, but Taiga knew he would taste that beautiful cock one way or another.
One of Jesse’s hands reached down, stroking himself a few times, and Taiga followed every little movement. His tongue darted out, licking his lips with each flick of Jesse’s wrist, and he felt his skin flush with Jesse’s prideful smile.
“Get on your back,” Jesse said, his voice hypnotic to Taiga’s ears. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
The bed was incredibly soft under Taiga naked skin, the duvet floating around him like he was laying on clouds. He could hear Jesse digging into a side drawer, searching for something before he joined Taiga on the bed. It felt as if Taiga’s very skin was vibrating in anticipation, trying to imagine what Jesse had planned for the two of them.
Jesse had a bottle of lube with him, flicking open the top and squirting a generous amount onto his hand. He snapped the lid closed, depositing it on the bed beside them, before he laid down on his side next to Taiga, his lube covered hand reaching down to wrap itself around Taiga’s hard cock.
“Taiga,” Jesse said, his voice so low and warm in Taiga’s ear. “Tell me how you like it.” His hand was so firm, yet lazily stroking Taiga as he spoke. “How do you get yourself off when you’re alone? When you only have yourself and your hand for company.” Jesse thumbed the head of Taiga’s cock, that touch drawing a moan from Taiga’s lips. “Tell me how to please you.”
It took Taiga a moment to think, for his brain to form the words. It was so distracting having a deliciously hot man next to him, asking how he wanted to be touched. “When I’m alone, I always start slow,” Taiga said, feeling his skin start to flush. He had never told anyone how he liked to touch himself when he was by himself, and it was hard to admit to it despite how close he was to Jesse. “I have a really loose grip as I try to decide what fantasy I want to…you know…” Taiga swallowed, trying not to meet Jesse’s eyes. Why was this so embarrassing now, even after they had stripped down to nothing. “What I want to get off to.”
“And who do you think about?” Jesse asked. Taiga could feel how Jesse’s abs were pressed into the side of body, how his forearm rested on Taiga’s stomach as he slowly stroked Taiga through their conversation. “Anyone in particular? Or a current partner?”
“Anyone that caught my attention that day,” Taiga said. He didn’t know what to do with his hands now that Jesse was touching him, mimicking to the letter every word that passed through Taiga’s lips. When they were clothed, he could at least grip onto Jesse’s shirt to keep his sense of reality, but the fluffy sheets felt wrong to grab. He didn’t want to ruin their softness. He settled for resting his hands on his chest, trying to keep out of the way of Jesse’s touch. “But as I settled on what I wanted to imagine that evening, I’d get a little firmer especially when….um…in the fantasy my partner was…” Taiga trailed off again, his head spinning from the images from the previous evening filling his head. Last night’s solo session had been particularly filthy. “…when my partner was preparing me for something bigger.”
Jesse hummed, the low sound like a rumble in his chest. “Making you ready for their cock?” His breath was so warm against Taiga’s bare skin that it made Taiga wriggle a little. “Something long and thick that you were craving in reality?”
“Yes,” Taiga sighed. He felt so hot, the cool air of the room evaporating to fill it with delicious heat. When had things started to become so warm? “I’d…I’d beg for it in my fantasy, craving it, and I’d…I’d tease myself so much. I’d stroke myself so torturously slow to mimic everything going on in my mind. I’d ask my fantasy partner to move faster, but they’d go far too slow for me.”
He gasped, feeling Jesse’s hand slow down as well. Taiga could barely make out the feeling of Jesse’s hand even moving, Jesse’s fingers around Taiga’s cock making Taiga feel as if he was going insane. “Please,” Taiga moaned, eyes shooting back in Jesse’s direction. He tried bucking his hips to try and get more friction, but it didn’t work. Jesse’s hand hardly moved a centimeter from Taiga’s efforts. “Please don’t stop.”
“I’m only doing what you tell me.” Jesse’s lips were so hot against Taiga’s jawline, burning kisses that ignited Taiga’s skin even further. “I imagine it’s so torturous as you do this to yourself, prolonging every good thing you want to feel.” Jesse propped himself up on his free arm, those blazing eyes looking Taiga directly in the eye. “How else do you make yourself feel good, Taiga?”
Taiga’s arms shot out, curling themselves around Jesse’s neck. It was the only thing he could think to do when those eyes were turned directly in his direction. “In the fantasy…when my partner entered me, I’d make my grip tighter around myself, and I’d…I’d slowly build up speed.” Jesse’s grip tightened around Taiga, those slow strokes picking up speed. It was so hot being completely under the mercy of his groupmate. “I’d thumb the head on the upstroke if I really wanted to make myself feel good,” Taiga said, his words coming out mangled and unintelligible to his own ears. He was a panting, pitiful mess thanks to Jesse’s expert touch.
Jesse’s hand was flying up and down Taiga’s length, his thumb sometimes striking out to tease Taiga’s slit when he least expected it. Everything felt so good, even better than when Taiga touched himself, and he didn’t know how Jesse was doing it. He was building up the pleasure in Taiga’s body so smoothly, dragging Taiga up and up until he would inevitably unravel. Taiga wanted to come like this, from feeling Jesse touch him so perfectly that nothing before or after this moment could ever compare. He needed to so badly.
He was so close, so absolutely close to getting a sweet, sweet release he craved. Taiga knew that he had been turned on before Jesse offered to fuck him, had been vibrating with need since nearly the moment he had woken up, and he could feel his body inching towards the finish line. Taiga knew he would be disappointed waiting for Jesse to fuck him, his body needing a bit of respite before he was ready for another orgasm, but he had a feeling Jesse wouldn’t mind waiting. There were things the two of them could do to pass the time. After those fiery kisses, Taiga knew Jesse had quite the talented mouth, and it had been a while since Taiga had a blowjob…
“Jesse,” Taiga moaned, holding tighter to Jesse’s neck. Just a few more strokes, just a few more perfect strokes, and Taiga would come undone. He wanted it. He needed it. Gods, Taiga needed to come all over Jesse’s hand so badly. “Jesse, please.”
But Jesse’s hand was removed from Taiga’s cock instead, and Taiga let out the most pitiful whine of his life, so full of pain and anguish. He had been so close. He had been right there, and Jesse had ripped away Taiga’s release far too easily. His hand was gone, not even giving Taiga the option of fucking Jesse’s hand to seek out his orgasm. He had half a mind to order Jesse to return his hand to Taiga’s cock that instant, to get him off before this wonderful feeling faded entirely but…
The way that Jesse was looking at him was impossible to ignore, the heat bearing down on Taiga stealing the breath from his lungs. Jesse’s expression was strained, his eyes far darker than Taiga had ever seen them before. Jesse’s hand was gripping tightly to the duvet, digging his fingers into the sheets, but why? It would have been fine if Taiga had come from Jesse stroking him. Not every orgasm had to be because of penetration! A hand job was perfectly acceptable, and Taiga would have accepted an orgasm from Jesse’s hand a thousand times over compared to the boring, uninspired sex he had experienced even in the last month. At least Jesse listened to what Taiga wanted instead of ignoring his little hints of what he liked.
“It’s not the way I want to see you come for the first time,” Jesse said, as if reading Taiga’s mind. He reached up with his free hand, cupping Taiga’s cheek. “I want to make you feel good, the best that you’ve ever felt, but I want it to be a mutual experience for the both of us.” Jesse leaned down, capturing Taiga’s lips in a brief kiss. “It’s my one selfish wish for today.”
Taiga nodded, for what could he say to that? He was already being selfish, letting Jesse take the burden of Taiga’s desire to be fucked senseless. The least he could do was let Jesse put a little of his own wants and needs into this evening.
“So tell me more,” Jesse said, reaching down to mindlessly stroke the soft skin of Taiga’s thighs. The soft ministrations of Jesse’s hand were so evil, the touch so close to where Taiga wanted him most, and it was frustrating to not have Jesse’s hand back on his cock. Taiga’s cock was throbbing against his stomach, still craving the orgasm that it had been denied not long before. “How does your partner fuck you in your fantasies?” Jesse’s fingernails lightly dug into Taiga’s thighs, making him gasp. “What do you imagine that absolutely ruins you?”
“Don’t laugh,” Taiga said, looking away from the intense eye contact Jesse was giving him. He could feel the flush of his skin extend down to his neck. “What I like feels so basic compared to half the kinky things in the world.”
“I never would.”
And he wouldn’t. Taiga knew Jesse would never make fun of him for anything. Whether it was his hobbies, how airheaded he was on a day to day basis, or even if Taiga walked around looking like a clown on his days off, Jesse was the sweetest and most understanding person in show business. He would have taken anything Taiga said completely and utterly seriously.
“I like being taken from behind.” Taiga finally said, threading his fingers together as he held Jesse’s neck tightly. “Missionary and cowboy and other positions are nice. I like kissing my partner as they fuck me, but I like being fucked deep. I want to feel like whoever is entering me is reaching all the way to my stomach, and the best way to feel that is from behind.” Taiga squeezed his own fingers tightly. “That…that’s what I think about when I’m masturbating alone.”
Jesse took his hand off of Taiga’s thigh, reaching up to remove Taiga’s hands from around his neck. “Oh?” Jesse asked, and Taiga could hear the eyebrow raise in his tone of voice. “That sounds nice, but you didn’t answer my question.”
Taiga’s mind was frozen, trying to remember the exact question that Jesse had posed to him. Taiga could have sworn it had something to do with how Taiga liked to imagine himself getting fucked in his fantasies. Hadn’t Taiga answered that question? Unless Taiga had been completely mistaken and gone off on a tangent accidentally. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Jesse had sat and listened to Taiga ramble far too often about characters and plots from various anime and games that Taiga enjoyed in his free time. But this time he had been so certain he had been right!
Taiga felt Jesse nudge him over, rolling Taiga to his stomach, as so many thoughts filled Taiga head. Maybe Jesse had meant what ruined Taiga with his partners when they met up for casual sex? There wasn’t much if that was the true meaning behind Jesse’s words. Taiga enjoyed his fair share of dirty talk, being filled so deep that he forgot how to breathe, but he was often stroking himself to come. There had been too many times his partner had slid from Taiga’s ass, leaving the bed to get rid of the condom and clean themselves up, and not even noticing that Taiga was alone on the bed, still hard. Taiga got better at getting himself off during sex, preferring to come with a hard cock in him and not being out of reach and across the room.
His head was a jumbled mess, trying to piece together any other possible meanings to Jesse’s words, but it wasn’t until Taiga felt Jesse tug his hips up, something slick teasing his entrance, that Taiga’s brain snapped back to the present. He could feel Jesse’s finger slowly entering him, a single knuckle deep within Taiga then more and more until the length of Jesse’s finger was fully in him.
“Fuck,” Taiga moaned, gripping onto the sheets beneath him. “Why are your fingers so long?”
“I have something bigger waiting to slide in when you’re ready.” Taiga felt Jesse press his hardened cock onto his bare thighs, and he felt his eyes roll back into his head. Jesse was so large, and Taiga was aching to have Jesse enter him. He knew he would be able to handle every bit of that stunning cock. “Let me open you up first, and I’ll give you all of these hard inches to enjoy.”
Why did it take so long to be stretched open? Why was it the same painful wait over and over when Taiga was so ready to be filled? Taiga was salivating at the thought, already picturing what it would feel like to have Jesse slide deep within him. That first thrust would completely ruin Taiga, he was certain of it, and everything after would be the purest pleasure that Taiga had ever experienced. He just needed to have patience until Jesse deemed him ready.
“Taiga,” Jesse said, Taiga’s name like the sweetest moan from his lips. He rested his free hand on Taiga’s hip, holding him steady. “Do you know how I like to fuck?” A second finger slipped into Taiga, Jesse’s fingers scissoring him open even more. “The way I like to make sure my partner enjoys their time in my bed?” He heard Jesse purr, making Taiga shiver despite how impossibly hot Jesse’s bedroom felt.
Taiga shook his head, his mouth no longer wanting to work. He wanted to answer, to inquire more about how Jesse was with his own previous partners, but the second Jesse had curled his fingers within Taiga, stroking that place within Taiga that drove him insane, Taiga’s mouth was no longer connected to his brain.
“I like to go slow,” Jesse said, sliding a third finger into Taiga, “and passionate.” Taiga’s mind was filling in the images from Jesse’s words, picturing him absolutely destroying Taiga with those sculpted muscles. “I want to fuck you so good that you couldn’t walk tomorrow no matter how hard you try.” Taiga felt Jesse’s hand slide from his hip, dancing across his skin until he was squeezing Taiga’s ass so firmly. “Does that sound nice?”
“Yes,” Taiga managed to moan, his mind swirling around in his head. He would love to be so thoroughly ravished that he had to stay in bed all day, stroking himself to the memories.“That. Please. Now.”
The moment Jesse’s fingers slid from him, Taiga felt so empty. He wanted to whine, to wiggle his ass and convince Jesse to hurry up as he slid from the bed, digging around the side table for what Taiga could only assume to be condoms. Taiga’s body was so worked up, already so desperate for sex, and with every second that passed, he grew more and more frustrated that Jesse wasn’t inside of him, giving Taiga everything that he had promised.
How difficult was it to find condoms? Shouldn’t Jesse have already grabbed one when he got the lube? Back in Taiga’s apartment, he kept the two of them together and within reach of his bed, ready for a night of hot, sweaty sex. Hell, at one point in his youth, Taiga’s entire side table had been full of nothing but condoms and lube. He had gone to work plenty of times exhausted, hardly able to keep his eyes open, but it had been worth it after a night of meaningless sex.
Maybe this was another part of how Jesse liked to fuck, building anticipation until it was at its highest? Maybe he liked to dig around in his drawer for a bit, enjoying how his partner begged for him to hurry up? It certainly was hot, being needed and wanted so desperately, and Taiga could understand if it was one of Jesse’s kinks. If it was something he needed to get off, Taiga was willing to partake. He loved dirty talk as much as the next person.
Before he could whine at all, Taiga heard Jesse curse, closing the side table with a quick snap. “There’s a small problem,” Jesse said, and the bed dipped as Jesse crawled back onto it. “I don’t have any more condoms. All of the boxes I have are completely empty.” Jesse ran an appreciative hand over Taiga’s ass, giving it a little squeeze. “I’m so sorry. I should have double checked before you came over, but I didn’t anticipate getting laid tonight.”
Taiga’s heart dropped. No, fuck, no! He was already so close, so turned on, and ready for a hard cock within him. They could still get each other off, but now that Taiga had been properly prepared, thoroughly teased with the idea of something better than just a hand, any orgasm he had now wouldn’t be as satisfying. Taiga knew that he should have packed one before he left the house. He had his own supply of condoms in case a fuck buddy came over to his home and had forgotten one. Taiga knew that he should have kept a condom tucked in his wallet for situations like this, but he never fully committed to the idea.
There was an appreciative hand on Taiga’s waist then another, rubbing small circles into the soft skin there. “There…there is another way we can still fuck,” Jesse said, his voice soft as he spoke, and it piqued Taiga’s interest. What did Jesse have in mind? “I get tested regularly,” he said, his grip on Taiga’s waist tightening. Ever so slightly he started making Taiga’s hips bounce backwards. “My last one was earlier this week.”
Taiga had been tested over a week ago, his results coming back with a clean bill of health. His heart was racing in his check, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too much until Jesse’s proposal was out in the air. If what Jesse was about to say was what Taiga was imagining, he knew it would be the easiest ‘yes’ of his life.
“I’m clean,” Jesse said, those two words doing more to turn on Taiga that he thought possible. “If you are as well and are fine with it…” Taiga heard Jesse shift behind him, and he felt Jesse’s hard cock press between his cheeks with every little bounce of his hips backwards. “Taiga, can I fuck you raw?”
It was a bit manipulative, using the thing Taiga was craving most in order to influence a decision in the direction Jesse wanted. If Taiga was a stronger man, he would have turned around and demanded that Jesse go down the street and pick up a fresh box of condoms. Taiga had always tried to be good, demanding that his partners use protection when they hooked up. There had been a few drunken nights, the two of them too turned on and needy to seek out condoms…and maybe a few other times when Taiga was feeling particularly slutty, but that was it…maybe.
“Yes,” Taiga pleaded. “Please…that…I’m clean. Please fuck me now.”
He could feel Jesse’s delight permeating the air, the genuine enjoyment lighting a fire within Taiga as he felt Jesse align himself with Taiga’s entrance, slowly pressing himself in. The first thrust was torture, Taiga’s body not entirely adjusted to the massive length entering him. Every time Taiga thought he had been completely filled, Jesse having no more of himself to offer, Jesse’s length kept going. Taiga felt himself turn more and more into a mess with every inch, scrambling to grab onto the duvet, and his pitiful whines filled the air. He had been so cocky, so confident, that he could handle every bit of Jesse, but he was being quickly proven wrong. There was no way he was going to survive this.
When Jesse’s hips finally met Taiga’s ass, Taiga was gasping for breath, his vision spinning as he tried to center himself. He had never felt this full before, the tip of Jesse’s cock reaching so deep within him that Taiga was already seeing stars. Thank all of the gods Jesse liked to fuck slow. If he preferred going fast and hard, Taiga would have passed out in seconds from any rough handling.
The roll of Jesse’s hips was slow but oh so delicious, especially when the slide became easier as Taiga adjusted to Jesse’s size. Every time Jesse pulled out, Taiga ached, missing the feeling of being stretched and filled so perfectly, but the slide back in rocked his entire world, making the bed quake beneath Taiga’s knees. He gripped onto the covers so tightly, his face pressed into the soft fabric, as he moaned each time Jesse went deeper and deeper into Taiga that he ever thought possible.
Taiga wished there had been some kind of mirror in Jesse’s bedroom, something along the wall that allowed Taiga a full view of the bed, so he could watch the sinful way Jesse was rolling his hips into him. Each roll felt absolutely pornographic, not like the quick snap of hips that Taiga was used to from his previous hook ups. It felt as if Jesse was rolling his entire body with each deep thrust, starting from his chest and ending at his hips, and Taiga would have paid all of the money in the world to enjoy watching himself get fucked.
It was even worse with how tightly Jesse was clinging to Taiga’s hips, tugging him back to meet his every thrust. The pleasure in Taiga’s body was skyrocketing, so unable to think of anything except the hard cock within him. And when Jesse changed up the angle, seeking out the places that made Taiga moan the loudest? Oh gods, he could cry. Taiga had thought Jesse’s hand job had been magical, the best thing he had ever experienced with a partner, but sex with Jesse was even more incredible.
“Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” Taiga heard Jesse moan, snapping his hips hard into Taiga’s. “You feel so good, Taiga.” An appreciative hand stroked Taiga’s back, and he felt himself beam with pride. Taiga hadn’t done anything particularly special, but he loved that Jesse was enjoying his body as much as Taiga enjoyed Jesse’s. “I’m going to make you scream my name when you come.”
“Make me,” Taiga groaned, trying to press his ass higher into the air to try and coerce Jesse to go even deeper into him. “Fuck, please make me do that. I want to scream your name.” Jesse gave him a hard thrust, Taiga’s vision darkening around the edges from the explosion of pleasure. “Fuck,” Taiga moaned, hands tearing at the covers underneath him. “Fuck, Jesse, you’re so good. Don’t stop.”
Taiga was glad that his situationship had cancelled. He was glad that he wasn’t curled up on Jesse’s couch right now, cuddled next to this Adonis of a man watching a Conan movie with plans to leave once the film was over. If everything had gone according to plan as intended, Taiga wouldn’t have his ass in the air right now, his toes curling as the best orgasm of his built within his belly. He was itching to curl his hand around his cock, to stroke himself to the most wonderful orgasm, but he didn’t want to race there if Jesse wasn’t ready to come as well.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Taiga,” Jesse said, snapping his hips hard, and making Taiga moan uncontrollably loud. He hoped Jesse’s walls were well insulated because the longer they fucked, the more Taiga was beginning to lose control of himself. “It’s like we were made for each other.”
He felt so hot, his skin slick with sweat as they moved together, and Taiga now understood why Jesse liked his apartment so chilly now, the bedroom feeling like a furnace as the two of them chased after their orgasms. If it had been even a degree or two warmer, Taiga felt like he would have passed out, the heat too unbearable, but it could have been because of Jesse as well. Jesse was incredibly attractive, the kind of man who knew how to thoroughly satisfy their partner, and it only made Taiga crave more.
Taiga wanted Jesse to go faster, to abandon his slow and passionate fucking. He wanted Jesse to make Taiga forget everything about himself: his name, his birthday, what he liked and didn’t like. He wanted to stay up all night, sweat soaked and fucked by Jesse’s cock, until the morning sun peaked over the horizon, only stopping once both of them had nothing left to give. Even then, Taiga knew that he wouldn’t be satisfied. He needed the entire street to hear orgasm after orgasm, their sex so mind-blowing and intense that it would be talked about for years to come.
But Jesse didn’t pick up the pace, throwing care to the wind to roughly chase after his orgasm. No, not at all. His hips slowed even further, turning more sensual with every roll deeper. “I don’t want to come. I need to feel more of you,” he heard Jesse whine, and Taiga felt Jesse pressing him further into the sheets before covering him with his own body. “I need more of you.” Jesse’s voice was almost a growl now, the rumble in his words going straight to Taiga’s own hard cock. “I need all of you.”
The angle was completely different with Jesse flush on top of him, the sex so much more intense than Taiga ever thought possible. Jesse’s breath was hot on Taiga’s skin, his wanton moans so passionate in Taiga’s ear. He could hear every panting breath, feel the desperate way that Jesse grasped for Taiga’s hands, grabbing onto the back of them to pin them to the bed. Taiga felt trapped, unable to move and do anything except writhe on the sheets.
“Jesse,” he moaned, the only word his brain could come up with. Taiga turned his head, pressing his cheek into the mattress as his brain spiraled with pleasure. He repeated it over and over, Jesse’s name turning into a prayer with each deep thrust.
Hearing his name only egged Jesse on, his thrusts turning harder and more powerful. They weren’t as long as when Taiga had been on his knees, his ass in the air and presented as a prize for Jesse to claim. They were short and quick, rapidly pushing Taiga closer and closer to the orgasm that he craved, especially with how Taiga’s cock slid across the sheets. That delicious friction only aided in his pleasure, making him feel near ready to explode from how good he felt.
But knowing that Jesse felt as destroyed by Taiga made him feel as if he was walking on clouds. The fact that such an attractive man like Jesse had been driven to the brink of insanity because of Taiga made him feel as if he was god made to be worshipped. Taiga loved the searing kisses on his neck, the heat so delicious on his sweaty skin. He loved the heaviness of Jesse’s body on him, nearly crushing Taiga into the sheets, and how every moan was offered in praise of Taiga.
He didn’t want it to end, for Taiga’s body to reach the pinnacle and come tumbling down back to earth, but he could feel how his cock was twitching between his stomach and the sheets. He could feel how Jesse’s was as well, their moans mixing in a blended harmony that was the sweetest symphony to Taiga’s ears. It was a matter of when and not if they came now, and Taiga couldn’t want to experience that pleasure because of Jesse and his magical cock.
“Taiga.” Jesse’s voice broke Taiga from his reverie, his low voice going straight to Taiga’s throbbing cock. “Where should I come?”
Taiga’s imagination sparked to life, thinking of all of the ways that Jesse could cover him in come. Taiga always liked to be filled, to come down from his orgasmic high to the feeling of come seeping out of him. The knowledge that this time it could be Jesse’s come made him moan, his hips bucking against Jesse’s weight on top of him. He needed to know what it would feel like, to have Jesse slide that cock from him, and how much of his release would leak onto the sheets was impossibly hot to imagine.
“Jesse,” he moaned, the images so strong in his head. He felt Jesse’s hands grip tighter, threading their fingers together. “Jesse, please…”
But another thought called out to Taiga, reminding him of when he had laid eyes upon that erect cock for the first time. The image of Taiga’s lips around it, those hot spurts of come coating his tongue, were also too tempting to ignore. The idea of Jesse’s release being too much, dribbling down his chin, was also dangerous to imagine. Hell, Taiga could even entertain the idea of Jesse painting his entire face in come as long as none got in his hair. He would love to see Jesse’s expression as Taiga swiped a bit off, licking it from his finger. Would Jesse immediately harden upon watching Taiga’s slutty display? Would he fuck Taiga even harder onto the sheets then?
“Taiga,” Jesse moaned once more, and Taiga heard every bit of desperation clinging to Jesse’s voice. He heard how Jesse was struggling to hold back his release, how every thrust was almost like torture when he wanted to come so badly, but Taiga couldn’t choose.
How could he choose when every imagine is his head was better than the last? Why couldn’t they come multiple times in a row, letting Taiga’s body become a canvas for Jesse’s come? It would have been far easier then, Taiga listing off every place he wanted to feel Jesse’s release one by one.
“Please,” Taiga moaned, thrusting his hips back to meet Jesse’s hips. His voice was getting louder, the pleasure increasing like a crescendo within his body. “Jesse…Please, Jesse.”
There were too many images, too many fantasies. They flashed before Taiga’s eyes, the friction of the sheets and Jesse’s thrusts becoming too much. He had been grasping for his sanity, grasping for any word except Jesse’s name and those few pleading words, but nothing would leave his lips. With a single hard thrust, Taiga came as he all but screamed Jesse’s name, fully collapsing onto the sheets to ride out the tsunami of pleasure that covered his body. Every roll of its waves brought more warmth, complete and utter euphoria taking over each and every one of Taiga’s senses.
Taiga could have sworn he felt Jesse pull out, leaving him painfully empty in the midst of his ecstasy, and missing the feeling of being filled so completely. But the sounds of Jesse’s gasping breaths filled the air, Taiga making out how Jesse was stroking his own cock so furious, before a low satisfying moan followed soon after, and Taiga felt spurts of Jesse’s come cover his back.
He let himself sigh, sinking deeper into the sheets knowing that Jesse had come as well. A prideful satisfaction slithered through Taiga’s blood, a content smile crossing his face as he relaxed on Jesse’s massive bed. He couldn’t wait to have Jesse on the bed next to him, post-sex cuddles one of Taiga’s favorite things. He loved to be wrapped in his partner’s arms, cradled so carefully, until they eventually broke apart to clean up or get ready for round two.
But the bed dipped, Jesse’s presence disappearing, and Taiga felt his heart sink. Of course. He should have seen this coming. Just because he liked cuddles didn’t mean that everyone wanted them. More often than not he was left alone in his post-orgasmic bliss, his fuck buddy going to clean themself up and not caring if Taiga needed help or not. It was disappointing that Jesse didn’t want to spend more time together, but Taiga should have known. Not many tops knew how to take care of their bottoms.
Taiga gave himself a moment to gather his thoughts, to push away the tears that threatened to fall. He could do this. He could be normal. It would be difficult to clean the come off of his back, his shoulder flexibility not the greatest, but maybe Jesse would let him borrow his shower. A little water and soap should rinse it right off along with Taiga’s sticky belly. Once Taiga was clean, he’d go back to his own apartment, sending Jesse a quick text to thank him for the sex. That would be fine…right? That’s how you reacted when your coworkers gave you the most mind-blowing orgasm in the world.
But before Taiga could push himself off of the sheets, the bed dipped again, and he felt a warm, wet towel be pressed against his skin.
“We should definitely do that again,” he heard Jesse say, and Taiga turned his head to try and get as much of Jesse in his vision as possible. “How was it for you? Not too rough, I hope. If you need anything, let me know and I can get it for you.”
Taiga was absolutely stunned, his jaw dropped. Jesse…Jesse hadn’t left? He was participating in aftercare as well? Had Taiga somehow died and gone to heaven? He needed someone to pinch him because he felt like he was dreaming.
“You know,” Jesse said, pausing in his cleaning. He sat back on his knees, and Taiga could see how he was admiring Taiga’s body. “Anytime you want to be fucked from now on, you can call me.”
For the second time in less than five minutes, Taiga didn’t know what to say. “W-what?”
“What I said.” Jesse shrugged. “Anytime you’re horny beyond belief, thinking you’ve only got your hand for company, you can call me instead."
Now Taiga really knew that he must be dreaming. Sure, the two of them had enjoyed their sex together. Sure, Jesse was easily Taiga’s best sexual experience in his entire life, but there was no way that he was actually being serious now. Jesse wanted to be regular fuck buddies? With Taiga? This had to be a joke.
He felt Jesse hovering over him, his body so solid above Taiga’s. “I’m serious,” he said, leaning down to nip at the sensitive skin of Taiga’s neck. “I want to be the one to make you feel good from now on. Not those other guys who don’t know how to treat you right.”
Taiga didn’t know what to say. For some reason, he had never pursued a sexual relationship with any of his groupmates. It didn’t feel wrong, per say, and Taiga knew he would have liked to have any of them bend him over, to take him in whatever way they deemed fit. He had imagined what it would be like to be with each of them, getting lost in thoughts of how each member of SixTONES would differ from the other. He had just never pushed his luck, to see if any of them would be willing to take that next step.
“Come on, Taiga,” Jesse said, swiping at the little bit of come that still remained on Taiga’s back. His finger was positively covered in the opaque liquid, and Taiga couldn’t help but lick his lips as he turned over, laying where his release had coated the sheets. “I think we could do a lot of kinky things together.”
Taiga watched as Jesse brought his finger closer to Taiga’s mouth, Taiga’s breathing growing harder in anticipation. When that tempting finger was close enough, Taiga grabbed onto Jesse’s wrist, pulling it even closer so he could take all of it into his mouth. He let his tongue swirl around Jesse’s index finger, seeking out every bit of that salty come before Taiga let go.
“Fuck,” Jesse hissed, and Taiga couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that crossed his face at Jesse’s reaction. “You are going to ruin me. I just know it.” Jesse leaned down even further, his body hovering mere centimeters over Taiga’s. His lips were so close, and Taiga’s lips tingled in anticipation for the distance to close between them once more. “And I would let you every day of every week if you wanted me, too.”
Gods, did Taiga want that as well. Jesse had proven himself to be the complete package, and there was no way in hell Taiga was ever letting him go now.
“Give me fifteen minutes and you can have me as many times as you want tonight,” Taiga purred, and he meant it. There were so many ideas in his head, so many fantasies he had gotten off to when he was alone at home, and there were a few he knew Jesse would enjoy. This time he would be more vocal about where he wanted Jesse to come. Maybe they’d have enough time to explore them all.
“Of course,” Jesse said, before closing the distance between their lips. “Anything you want.”
A fire was already beginning to ignite in Taiga’s belly as Jesse rolled their hips together, their kisses a raging fire that not even the most skilled firefighters could put out. Taiga couldn’t wait to see what happened during round two, the passion that would explode from them both. The only thing Taiga was certain of was that he was done with meaningless sex with men who didn’t know how to satisfy him. He had Jesse for that now, and Taiga knew he would always be satiated if Jesse was inside of him.