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The afternoon sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the snow-draped cityscape visible from their bedroom window. It was still Christmas Day, and the apartment remained a cocoon of warmth, insulated from the outside world by the holiday hush. Toya and Akito had barely moved from the bed since morning, their bodies entwined in a lazy aftermath of tenderness that now simmered with renewed energy. The necklace around Akito’s neck gleamed faintly as he shifted, his green eyes locking onto Toya’s with a challenge that sparked the air between them.
Akito’s hand trailed down Toya’s chest, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint red marks. “You think that’s all we’ve got? It’s Christmas, Toya. Let’s make it memorable.” His voice was low, husky from earlier exertions, but laced with that familiar defiance that always pushed Toya to the edge.
Toya’s gaze darkened, his hand capturing Akito’s wrist in a firm grip. He rolled them over swiftly, pinning Akito beneath him, their bodies aligning with a heat that built instantly. “If you want rough, I’ll give it to you,” Toya murmured, his lips brushing Akito’s ear before nipping sharply at the lobe. Akito gasped, arching up instinctively, but Toya held him down, his weight a delicious pressure that made Akito’s pulse race.
Without warning, Toya claimed Akito’s mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth clashing as tongues battled for dominance. Akito fought back, biting Toya’s lower lip hard enough to draw a growl from him. That only fueled Toya further; he released Akito’s wrist to grab his hips, flipping him onto his stomach with ease. Akito’s cheek pressed into the pillow, his breath coming in short bursts as Toya’s hands spread his thighs apart roughly.
“You’re mine today,” Toya said, his voice a low command that sent shivers down Akito’s spine. He didn’t wait for a response, slicking himself quickly with lube from the nightstand before positioning at Akito’s entrance. One hard thrust buried him deep, eliciting a sharp cry from Akito that echoed in the room. Pain mixed with pleasure, but Akito pushed back, demanding more.
Toya set a punishing pace from the start, his hips snapping forward with relentless force. Each thrust drove Akito into the mattress, the bedframe protesting with creaks that matched Akito’s moans. “Fuck, Toya… harder,” Akito panted, his fingers clawing at the sheets. Toya obliged, one hand fisting in Akito’s orange hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. He bit down there, sucking a mark into the skin while his other hand dug into Akito’s hip, bruising the flesh.
The rhythm was brutal, unyielding. Sweat beaded on their skin, making every slide slick and intense. Akito’s body trembled under the assault, his prostate hit repeatedly until stars burst behind his eyelids. He reached back, grabbing Toya’s thigh, urging him deeper. “Don’t stop… don’t you dare stop,” he growled, his voice breaking on a particularly deep thrust.
Toya pulled out suddenly, making Akito whine in protest, only to flip him onto his back. He hooked Akito’s legs over his shoulders, folding him nearly in half before slamming back in. The new angle allowed even deeper penetration, and Akito’s eyes rolled back as Toya pounded into him. “Look at me,” Toya demanded, his hand wrapping around Akito’s throat just tight enough to restrict but not harm. Akito’s gaze met his, hazy with lust, as he nodded frantically.
Hours seemed to blend into one endless wave of sensation. They paused only briefly for water or to catch their breath, but Akito’s provocations always reignited the fire. “Is that all you’ve got?” he’d taunt, and Toya would respond by pinning him against the headboard, thrusting up into him with renewed vigor. Akito’s back scraped against the wood, but he reveled in it, his nails raking down Toya’s arms, leaving welts that stung.
At one point, Toya dragged Akito to the edge of the bed, standing as he pulled Akito’s hips flush against him. He entered him again, this time with Akito’s legs wrapped around his waist. The standing position allowed Toya to use his full strength, lifting Akito slightly with each thrust. Akito’s head fell back, moans turning into shouts as the intensity built. “Toya… shit, yes!” he cried, his body clenching around Toya in a vice that made Toya groan.
They collapsed back onto the bed, but the pace didn’t slow. Toya rolled Akito onto his side, spooning behind him as he reentered, one arm banded across Akito’s chest to hold him in place. His free hand stroked Akito roughly, matching the rhythm of his hips. Akito bucked against him, overwhelmed, his release building but held at bay by Toya’s commanding grip. “Not yet,” Toya whispered harshly, biting Akito’s shoulder.
The room filled with the sounds of their passion: skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths, and Akito’s increasingly desperate pleas. The Christmas lights outside twinkled mockingly through the window, a soft counterpoint to the raw energy inside. Akito came first this time, spilling over Toya’s hand with a shuddering cry, his body going taut. Toya followed soon after, burying himself deep as he released, collapsing over Akito in exhaustion.
But it wasn’t over. After a short respite, Akito turned, pushing Toya onto his back. “My turn to ride,” he said with a wicked grin, though his legs shook as he straddled Toya. He lowered himself slowly at first, but once seated, he began a grinding motion that turned rough, bouncing with force that made the bed shake. Toya gripped his thighs, thrusting up to meet him, their movements synchronized in a frenzy.
Akito leaned forward, hands on Toya’s chest for leverage, nails digging in as he rode harder. “Fuck me like you mean it,” he demanded, and Toya did, his hands guiding Akito’s hips down with bruising strength. The friction built again, sweat dripping from Akito’s brow onto Toya’s skin. They kissed sloppily, teeth and tongues clashing, as the pace quickened to a fever pitch.
As the sun set, painting the room in twilight hues, they switched again. Toya pressed Akito face-first against the wall beside the bed, kicking his legs apart. He entered from behind, one hand on the back of Akito’s neck to hold him in place, the other roaming possessively over his body. Thrusts came fast and deep, the wall providing leverage for even more power. Akito’s palms flattened against the surface, pushing back with what strength he had left, his moans muffled against his arm.
“Toya… I’m gonna… again,” Akito gasped, his body trembling. Toya reached around, stroking him in time with his thrusts until Akito shattered, crying out hoarsely. Toya didn’t let up, chasing his own peak with a few more savage movements before pulling out and finishing across Akito’s back.
They slid to the floor, leaning against the wall, breaths heaving. Akito’s head lolled onto Toya’s shoulder, a satisfied smirk on his lips despite the exhaustion. “More,” he whispered, and Toya, ever indulgent, pulled him back to the bed.
The evening wore on, the sky darkening fully as Christmas Day transitioned into night. They continued, bodies pushed to limits but driven by insatiable desire. Toya had Akito on all fours now, hands gripping his waist as he thrust with abandon. Akito’s arms gave out, his upper body collapsing onto the mattress, ass up in submission. “Harder… please,” he begged, voice raw.
Toya complied, spanking Akito’s ass lightly at first, then harder, the slaps echoing with each thrust. The sting added to the pleasure, making Akito clench tighter. They built to another climax, Akito coming untouched this time, his release soaking the sheets. Toya followed, groaning Akito’s name like a prayer.
Breaks became shorter, mere minutes to hydrate or wipe sweat away before Akito’s hand would wander, teasing Toya back to hardness. “Can’t get enough of you,” Akito admitted once, his usual cockiness softened by fatigue. Toya kissed him deeply, then pushed him down, entering him missionary style for a change. Legs wrapped around Toya’s back, Akito pulled him closer, urging deeper penetration.
Their movements turned animalistic, all pretense of control gone. Toya’s hands roamed everywhere, pinching, squeezing, marking Akito as his. Akito responded in kind, biting Toya’s collarbone, scratching his sides. The pain blended seamlessly with ecstasy, heightening every sensation.
As midnight approached, signaling the end of Christmas, they were back against the headboard. Akito sat in Toya’s lap, facing him, bouncing with what energy remained. Toya’s arms encircled him, thrusting up powerfully. Their foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling as they chased one final release. “Together,” Toya panted, and Akito nodded, their climaxes crashing over them simultaneously in a wave of bliss.
They collapsed in a heap, bodies slick and spent, the room reeking of sex and sweat. Akito curled into Toya’s side, the necklace cool against his heated skin. “Best fucking Christmas,” he murmured, eyes drifting shut.
Toya held him close, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Yeah. It was.”
But even in exhaustion, Akito’s hand trailed down Toya’s abdomen, hinting at more. The night was young, and their hunger far from sated.
The cycle repeated, each round building on the last. After that final collapse, Akito’s fingers continued their teasing path, circling Toya’s spent length until it twitched back to life. “See? You’re not done yet,” Akito teased, his voice a gravelly whisper. Toya groaned, but the spark reignited, and he rolled Akito beneath him once more.
This time, Toya took it slower at first, building the roughness gradually. He entered Akito with a deliberate thrust, holding still to let him adjust, then pulled back almost fully before slamming in. Akito’s back arched, a moan tearing from his throat. “Yes… just like that,” he encouraged, legs spreading wider.
Toya’s pace quickened, hands pinning Akito’s shoulders down as he pounded relentlessly. The bed rocked, headboard thumping against the wall in a steady rhythm. Akito’s mind swam in a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alight. He thought briefly of how they’d started the day so tenderly, but this raw intensity felt right, like unwrapping layers of desire they’d kept hidden.
“Talk to me,” Akito demanded between gasps. “Tell me what you want.”
Toya’s eyes met his, dark with lust. “I want you screaming my name. I want you marked as mine.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, hand sliding to Akito’s throat again, applying pressure that made Akito’s vision blur delightfully.
Akito complied, his voice rising in volume as Toya hit that perfect spot repeatedly. “Toya! Fuck, Toya!” The words dissolved into incoherent cries, his body clenching as another orgasm built. Toya stroked him roughly, bringing him over the edge with a shout, then flipped him over for more.
On his stomach again, Akito felt Toya’s weight press down, thrusts coming from above with crushing force. Toya’s hands braced on either side of Akito’s head, caging him in. The position allowed for deep, grinding movements that had Akito writhing, pushing his ass up to meet each one. Sweat dripped from Toya onto Akito’s back, mixing with the earlier evidence of their passion.
They paused for a moment when Akito’s stomach growled, reminding them of the forgotten Christmas dinner in the kitchen. But hunger for food was secondary; Akito pulled Toya back down with a kiss. “Later. Fuck me first.”
Toya laughed breathlessly, but obliged, pulling Akito to his knees for a new angle. From behind, he entered swiftly, one hand wrapping around Akito’s waist to pull him back onto each thrust. The other hand tangled in hair, pulling hard enough to arch Akito’s back. “You’re so tight… so perfect,” Toya growled, his control slipping.
Akito’s responses became more primal, moans turning to growls as he met Toya’s force with his own. He reached back, grabbing Toya’s hip to guide the pace faster, harder. The slap of skin was deafening, the room hot despite the winter chill outside.
Another climax hit Akito like a freight train, his body spasming as he came onto the sheets. Toya pulled out, flipping Akito to finish on his chest, marking him further. They lay panting, but Akito’s eyes gleamed with mischief. “Shower?” he suggested, but it was a ruse.
In the bathroom, under the hot spray, the roughness continued. Toya pressed Akito against the tiled wall, water cascading over them as he entered him again. The steam filled the air, making everything slicker, more intense. Akito’s hands slipped on the tiles, but Toya held him up, thrusting up with powerful lifts. “Can’t get enough,” Akito panted, head thrown back.
Back in bed after a quick dry-off, they went at it again. Toya on top, Akito’s legs pinned to his chest, the position allowing maximum depth. Thrusts were long and hard, each one drawing out whimpers from Akito. “More… give me more,” he begged, nails scratching Toya’s back deeply.
Toya’s mind raced with thoughts of Akito’s strength, how he took everything and asked for more. It drove him wild, his pace becoming erratic as he chased release. They came together this time, bodies locking in ecstasy.
The hours stretched, the clock showing late night as they continued. Akito rode Toya reverse cowgirl style, grinding back with force that made Toya grip his ass, spanking occasionally to heighten the sensation. Then on their sides, Toya behind, one leg hooked over Akito’s for leverage.
Dialogue peppered the sessions: Akito’s taunts, Toya’s commands, mutual praises. “You’re incredible,” Toya said during a brief lull, kissing Akito’s bruised lips. “Love how you take it.”
“Love how you give it,” Akito replied, pulling him in for another round.
They experimented with positions: Akito bent over the dresser, Toya thrusting from behind while they watched in the mirror. The visual added to the intensity, Akito’s eyes meeting Toya’s reflection as he cried out.
By the time the moon was high, their bodies were marked with bites, scratches, bruises a testament to the continuous rough passion. Exhaustion crept in, but they pushed through, each orgasm harder to reach but more intense when it came.
Finally, as dawn hinted at the horizon, they slowed, the roughness giving way to gentle touches. But the day had been filled with hours of unrelenting sex, a Christmas gift neither would forget.