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Three Year Drought — joshneku (AO3)

Three years is a hell of a long dry spell as it is without the stress of what’s caused it.

Separated not only by circumstance but dimension, forced apart when they were on the threshold of friends to something more. Just a handful of kisses and memories of hickies and groping hands to keep the lust simmering.

Yet no matter how torturous, neither gave up on the possibility. Neku trusted Joshua would find a way. Joshua trusted Neku would understand. And ultimately, they bucked the odds and found their way back to one another.

Speaking of thresholds, they’d barely made it across the one into Dead God’s Pad before Neku was pressed up against Joshua’s back, and his hands were slithering under his shirt, over his belly and creeping up. There’s no need for preamble. They both know what they want.

“Neku.” Joshua’s tone is decidedly teasing. “Let me at least activate the ward.” A snap of the fingers locks the Pad down, securing their privacy. “By the feel of it,” namely the stiff bulge nudging his backside, “you won’t want to be interrupted.”

“No.” Questing fingers reach a brasserie, and upon registering it’s a front-clasp, they make quick work of it, popping it open and replacing it with his palms, cupping his breasts. Two hitched breaths in unison between them at the first bare contact they’ve had in, well, three years — and they’d never gotten farther than this back then. Everything from here on is new, and the anticipation is already threatening to buckle Joshua’s knees. “And I plan on desecrating every inch of this place.” Thumb and pointers circle soft areolas before slowly closing in to lightly pinch his nipples.

Neku’s learned that Joshua, being the deity they are, is liberal with body parts, interchanging them on a whim. Neku’s yet to play with any of them, but the idea of intimately experiencing the entire spectrum that is this gorgeous godling has him all but salivating.

“You have the nicest tits, Josh…” He murmurs as his mouth coasts down the side of his neck, covering the span of it in openmouthed kisses. “Can’t even tell you how many times I got off fantasizing about squeezing them around my cock.”

Joshua’s uncharacteristically silent, having been stumped speechless by the combination of Neku’s bold demeanor and his distracting touch. All he can do is dumbly grope behind him to fondle the ever-growing mass of heat.

“And I’ve fantasized about sucking on the head while you ruthlessly fuck them.” That seems to do the trick, for Neku grunts and remorselessly rips buttons loose from the inside-out, splitting the shirt open. He swiftly spins Joshua around to face him, and feasts his eyes on his exposed chest. But he has just enough self-control to usher Joshua to the nearest sedentary point (the couch) before letting his lust go free range. Before they tumble back onto it, they each fervidly race one another for who can disrobe the other first without getting sidetracked. Joshua’s cunt is, unsurprisingly, perfectly shaved. Neku’s cock is thick base to uncut tip, but not intimidatingly so.

From there on it’s a full-blown wrestle for who gets to be on top in every sense of the word, but ultimately Joshua winds up in Neku’s lap, rubbing up against a rock-hard cock nestled between his asscheeks, while Neku licks and sucks on each nipple until they’re flushed and pebbled, only to do it again and again until Joshua’s emitting tiny little mewls of impatience.

“Aw, who would have thought you could be so cute, Composer.” Even Joshua’s scowl is pretty; Neku can’t help but laugh but it’s curtailed just as quick by the Composer rolling his hips, gradually slicking Neku’s shaft with the glaze of his arousal. That’s when Neku turns his attention to his pussy, curling and sliding two fingers in and oh it’s tight.

“You really have been waiting on me.”

The insinuation isn't lost on Joshua.

“Oh shut up, Neku, and show me why I waited so long.”

Neku grabs a handful of Joshua’s hair and at last their lips reunite with an impassioned clash, tongues swirling to the rhythm of Neku’s fingers.

Joshua’s hands converge at the base of Neku’s cock and work in tandem to caress every inch of its length.

“Sounds like we’ve got a bucket list of fantasies to actualize…” He carefully rolls the foreskin back, delighting in the velvety texture “How about we start with the first one?”

One thing leads to another and Joshua’s sprawled across the couch like a banquet for his famished boyfriend, squishing his tits together to sandwich Neku’s cock. It starts slow and curious, savoring the way the stiff shaft feels surrounded by warm skin and firm pressure, pushing deeper and deeper until the head pops through. On its first reveal, Joshua flicks his tongue over the tip. The next, he kisses it, and the third he drops his jaw, his tongue, and lets it in. Only the head can reach, but that’s more than enough for Joshua to suckle and drive Neku into a snarling frenzy. It’s only then that Joshua’s struck by the time-sensitive choice of whether or not to allow him to finish in his mouth or —

“Josh, I’m gonna cum—” It’s too late. Hot spurts of jizz streak his tongue and cascade down his throat, Joshua swallowing relfexively, cheeks flushed and eyes clenched shut.

“Oh fuck, you look so good with a face full of cock,” Neku coos above him, shuddering out his last load before letting his cock slip out, and Joshua releases the breast compression. Neku dismounts, gathers Joshua up into his lap once again, and replaces his cock with his tongue, relishing in how he tastes on Joshua. In Joshua.

After all that, the insistent throbbing between Joshua’s thighs is begging it be attended to, and Neku’s all too eager to reciprocate. Delicately, he rubs over his swollen clit while three fingers pass the lips and probe inside to stretch him.

By the time Joshua’s dripping, Neku’s reached full mast, and they move in harmony, slotting together like puzzle pieces when Joshua lifts so Neku angles his cock to penetrate. A little wiggling, nudging and the crown disappears, followed by every consecutive inch as Joshua sinks down, enveloping the engorged length. Every fluttery spasm of inner walls makes Neku snarl and dig his nails into Joshua’s hips, lest he impale him.

And Joshua, devious as ever, locks his thighs around Neku to prevent him from moving, and purposely elevates himself until he’s only halfway sheathed.

“You should beg for me.”

“Josh.” Neku knows how to pick his battes when it comes to Joshua, but the way his dick swells at that bratty command is just criminal.

Joshua’s mid-giggle when Neku simultaneously bucks his hips and yanks Joshua roughly down, deciding that yes he’s going to impale him afterall. Joshua’s subsequent squeal ricochets off the walls as he’s slammed down, and Neku imbeds himself to the hilt, his strong pulsing thrumming through Joshua’s stuffed pussy. Joshua’s eyes roll back into their sockets in sweet surrender, thighs unclamping and arms wrapping around Neku’s shoulders to brace himself for the ride.

And Neku, grinning, scoops his Composer’s ass into his palms, using the grip for leverage to bounce him repeatedly. Muffled moans blend into the sounds of skin slapping with every thrust.

“Josh—” Neku groans, just about to crest. “Can I fill you?”

“Yes, yes, breed me.” And just like that, their bodies collide, and the pressure releases in the form of a white-hot flood into Joshua’s canal who’s biting into Neku’s shoulder to prevent himself from screaming. Even after the last drop’s absorbed, Neku continues to grind their hips together until Joshua’s contractions subside.

“A worthwhile reason to sweat, isn’t it?” Neku licks a stripe of it off Joshua who scoffs but he can’t even begin to disagree. He shoots Neku a look, and the devious pair of blues looking back give him shivers, both in excitement and apprehension.

“How good’s your stamina these days, Josh?”

“You’re hard again?” Joshua can barely hear his own voice over the ringing in his ears from his fifth orgasm. But Neku’s shown no signs of stopping — he’d apparently taken that breeding command to heart.

Joshua’s too cum-brained blissed and exhausted to extract himself from the position he’s now in: missionary, with his legs hoisted over Neku’s shoulders; he can do little more than squirm as his boyfriend continues to molest him, plucking at his nipples with his teeth, leaving hickies across each breast while still fucking him. Slowly, he withdraws until just the foreskin’s tugging at the entry.

“Yeah… yeah, Josh, please, just a little more… Can I pound you on all fours?”

Joshua sluggishly moves to flip over, grimacing as Neku withdraws fully with a resounding squelch as the semen of several rounds seeps out of his well-loved cunt, and props himself up on hands and knees. He pushes back in and and in one slipslide, he’s sheathed, Joshua’s flushed labia cradling his revigorated erection.

Joshua’s hypersensitive by now, and he can feel a sense of urgency—a pressure on his inner walls that flares every time Neku’s cock ram in. The sensation’s anxiety inducing because it’s so reminiscent of the need to urinate that Joshua’s terrified for a moment that if his muscles lax for even a split second that he might—

“Neku—Neku, wai—”

Something coils tight and springs loose, relinquishing uncontrolled sprays of fluid, dousing the floor and Neku’s already-saturated cock.

“Did you just—?” Neku leans back, craning his head to get a glimpse. “Squirt?”

Joshua hangs his head, humiliation burning his face.

“It’s not—” But just as Joshua’s about to collapse under the weight of his own shame, Neku seizes him by his waist and crashes into him, groaning from the euphoric pressure of Joshua’s pussy all but strangling his dick. It’s so rough and passionate that Joshua’s scrabbling for stability as Neku fucks him with wild abandon, but this time he’s striking from different angles, obviously trying to incite that reaction again. Despite Joshua’s whimpering complaints and weak protests, he can’t resist (or begin to even combat) his feral boyfriend’s enthusiasm. Another wave of it pelts the aquarium floor, creating even more glide for Neku to shoot one thick final load deep in the Composer. Hunkered over Joshua’s back, nibbling the nape of his neck, while Joshua mutters Neku’s name over and over, mindlessly, milking his cock with his own climactic spasms. They continue to rock to and fro until Joshua’s legs give out, and he slumps to the floor. Neku’s shaft at last goes flaccid, much to Joshua’s audible relief, sighing out loud. But when he realizes he’s collapsed into the mess they’ve made, he quickly pitches himself over onto his back with eyes screwed shut, refusing to look at Neku.

“Oh, come on, don’t be a prude. It’s not like it’s pee.”

“It emits from the same hole, Neku.“ He’s mortified to even be entertaining this dialogue. “And you are not pulling that again.”

Suspicious silence prompts Joshua to open his eyes to see Neku grinning wolfishly.

“Oh yeah? You willing to put your whole pussy into that with a bet on Tin Pin?”

The Composer smirks and drags him down for a kiss.

“Yes, and if I win, you’ll play with my cock next time.”

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