GLOW by clueless_psycho

It was the glow of morning sunlight that woke Aya up. For a moment he just blinked his eyes, trying to remember whether he had to do something. The next moment he grinned smugly, knowing that he did not have to do anything, except lazing around as he wished.

He was not even in the Koneko.

He was in a hotspring hotel, faraway from the Koneko, Weiss, Kritiker and Tokyo. And he was happy.

He was warm inside.

And naked.

He tugged a pillow and hugged it tightly, drowning in the softness.

The bathroom door opened.

“Morning,” Crawford greeted him, his voice businesslike, as if he was addressing some political hotshots in a formal charity dinner. But his nakedness betrayed everything.

Aya responded with a little smile.

Crawford crossed the floor in three long strides. He joined Aya in bed and when Aya shifted away to give him some room, Crawford tugged Aya closer to snuggle at his body. Aya rested his head on Crawford’s chest, crossed his arm over his tummy and pressed his groin on Crawford’s hip, drinking in the clean smell of Crawford’s skin.

Crawford kissed the top of Aya’s head softly. “Still sore?” he mumbled.

Aya nodded.

“I was hoping you’d want another one,” Crawford whispered, finger toyed with Aya’s eartail.

“Hn… why not?” Aya murmured quietly. “That’s what we’re here for.”

Aya could feel Crawford smile victoriously above his head.

Indeed that was the sole purpose of them being there. And so far, they had not wasted a minute. As soon as they entered their room and locked the door properly, they quickly went down to have sex on the floor, only to repeat it again and again in the bed. They only stopped for dinner and a good soak in the hot spring. Afterall this was a hotspring hotel. However, they only stayed in the water for half an hour, because they had to run back to their room for they had to honor the hotel’s rules not to do anything ugly in the water.

Crawford arranged Aya to lie on top of him, back to chest, butt to crotch, Aya’s head rested on his neck, secured by his chin. With his hands, Crawford made Aya to spread his legs, his knees made sure that Aya’s separated widely and stayed that way.

Aya felt good already. Felt like he was ready to challenge the world.

Crawford started by teasing the dark red strands around Aya’s genitals, touching Aya’s balls lightly as if he did it unintentionally. Aya squirmed, arched a bit and caressed Crawford’s cheek.

He let out a happy sigh when Crawford made little circles on his balls with fingers.

He thought that after so many orgasms that he had lost counts, he could not get hard anymore. Not so soon, anyway, but he felt his cock got heavier with each circle. He did not even dare to look down and see it for himself.

Aya wanted to… He caressed Crawford’s jaw, murmuring, “What can make you wank me?”

Crawford did not respond at once, as if he wanted to give Aya sometime to come up with ideas. But with his fingers running lightly over the sensitive skin, Aya had lost his ability to think.

“Beg?” Crawford whispered, his tone made Aya shivered down his spine.

“Please?” Aya begged, sticking his tongue out to touch Crawford’s jaw with the tip.

And his wish was granted.

Aya half closed his eyes, palm pressed on Crawford’s cheek, drowning in the pleasure building inside him as Crawford used his fingertips to smear precome along the growing shaft. The touch was simply delicious, turning everything into a blur and he did not care. He only wanted one thing now, he only wanted…

He moaned aloud when Crawford picked up his pace, stroking him in earnest.

And suddenly he was reduced into a creature of need, moving only in his very basic instinct, twisting and bucking and arching against Crawford’s body. Needed Crawford to stroke him harder, needed Crawford to stroke him faster, needed Crawford to give him all the pleasures in this world.

Needed Crawford to make it last.

Needed Crawford to listen to how he moaned and whimpered and writhed to know what he needed.

Aya tried to grab the bedsheet, gripping tightly for support and when he realized that it was not enough, he grabbed Crawford’s hip, gripping hard that his nails dug into Crawford’s flesh.

Aya did not let go until Crawford tugged his fingers off and entwined them with his own.

He was so close.

But not enough yet.

He wanted it to last.

Wanted to explode.

Now.

“Beg please?” he vaguely heard Crawford whispered in his ear but his brain was so fogged, it did not register the command right away.

“No, Crawford… don’t… I… nnnggghhh… yes…” Aya tried to hold on to what was left of his honor.

But he did not need his honor right now, he needed to come. Hard. Now.

“Crawford, please… hhhh… yes…” Aya tightened his fingers around Crawford.

Again, his wish was granted.

Orgasm hit him like an ocean wave, swept him to the sea of intense pleasure and dragged him back to the shore, wet and exhausted. Aya cried out and for one split second he lost his breath. He arched his back sharply as he spurted his seed all over Crawford’s fingers and his own tummy, and fell back on Crawford’s chest.

Panting.

Safe.

Warm.

Home.

Crawford kissed the top of his head again. “Good?” he murmured.

Aya nodded.

“Breakfast?” Crawford murmured again.

Aya blinked, contemplating. Why not? But he only said, “Hn.”

It was only when he saw Crawford reaching out to get the telephone that he realized that Crawford really meant food when he said “Breakfast”.

Did not matter. They had at least twenty minutes before room service arrived.

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~end~

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WK fandom, CrawfordxRan

NC-17

Warning: as usual

Disclaimer: whatever