HOW MANY IS TOO MANY by clueless_psycho

Note: This fic is inspired by chapter in Haru Wo Daiteita Vol. 9 wherein Iwaki and Kato played two dice game to determine what they should do to each other. Here is my interpretation of the game.

The dice were not regular dice. Instead of red dots of one to six, there were words carved on their sides of the little cubes. One dice were carved with lick, kiss, touch, blow massage and insert words, the other had lips, nipples, toes, body, ass and organ.

Crawford took the first turn to throw the dice to tell them what to do. He cupped his palms together, placing placed the dice inside and shook carefully, Aya watching with keen interest. After a few seconds, Crawford threw the dice to the bed.

The dice bounced up a couple of times before stopped dead on the bed.

Aya frowned as he stared at the result.

“Do we have to do that already?” he looked up at Crawford, who was already reaching for the tube of lubricant he had set on the bed previously.

“You read it clearly,” said Crawford coldly as he squeezed a dollop of lube onto his palm. “Insert. Organ. And it’s my turn.”

Aya sighed but shifted to lie on his back with his legs bent up and spread apart. Crawford moved to sit in between. “But we have only started. I thought we’re going to do… ouch!” Aya gasped when Crawford slid one finger into his ass. He winced.

“Do what?” Crawford tilted his head, staring into Aya’s eyes as he rolled his fingers inside Aya.

“Do… you know… some other… things…” Aya gasped once again and arched a little when Crawford rubbed his sweetspot gently, but no doubt triggering sweet sensation inside him. “That’s… good,” he breathed as he put his back on the mattress again.

Crawford gave him another rub, not as gently as the first one and Aya yelped, gripping the bedsheet. “Bastard!” he cursed, glaring daggers at Crawford.

Crawford ignored Aya completely. He inserted another finger into the tight passage and was now making scissoring gestures. Aya relaxed and tried to focus on how his muscle reacted to the penetration. The first time was always like this, although he had done it lots of time with Crawford. His muscle down there was a bit stubborn, it wouldn’t open with only minimum arousal. That was why he needed lots of foreplay, lots of touches and teases, before the real intercourse could happen.

Aya breathed deeply in and out, gasping softly everytime Crawford brushed his sweetspot. After some time, when it was clear that Crawford would not touch him anywhere with his free hand, Aya finally reached for his own erection. He took his sweet time feeling his half hard flesh with fingers. His cock was sensitive as ever and he breathed slowly at the delicious sensation woken up by the sliding of fingertips along the shaft. When his fingers reached the root, he wrapped them around the cock and began stroking slowly. Aya half closed his eyes and tossed his head back, enjoying himself, floating with pleasure already.

A few strokes later, Crawford was granted with access to enter him.

Aya sighed his relief. He stopped stroking and shifted into a more comfortable position and prepared himself for the penetration.

Crawford stayed where he was. He squeezed out some more lubricants to coat his erection with. He was only half hard and as he smeared the cool gel, he stroked his cock slowly.

Suddenly Aya had the urge to touch Crawford. He extended his hand to Crawford but Crawford swatted it away with a scowl in his face.

Aya felt his lips and throat dry. He wetted his lips with tongue and leaned back on the pillow, watching Crawford preparing himself.

When he was ready, Crawford moved to get hold of Aya’s hips. He gripped the hips hard and Aya lifted his legs to rest on Crawford’s shoulders, holding his breath.

Aya groaned sharply as Crawford pushed in one stroke all the way to the hilt, the intense mix of pain and pleasure never failed to shock him. He grabbed the bedsheet again for support.

“You always act like you’re a virgin everytime I fuck you,” said Crawford, there was no teasing in his cold tone.

“Fuck it, Crawford, try to have something that big inside you and you’ll be screaming like me, or worse,” snapped Aya, arching a little, getting himself comfortable with having Crawford’s flesh inside him.

“But we’ve done this lots of time, you should at least get yourself familiar with the whole thing.” Crawford lifted Aya’s hips a bit.

“Get myself familiar with having you… my enemy… inside me?” Aya frowned. “What kind of silly idea is… ouch!” Aya had to gasp yet again when Crawford suddenly moved. “Wait, wait, wait…”

Crawford stopped, tilted his head and shot a dirty glare to Aya. Aya inhaled deeply.

“Don’t I get a kiss first?” asked Aya, blinking his eyes in a plea.

Crawford snorted in disgust. “We are only allowed to do what the dice say. Now stop acting like a love struck school girl and take this like a real man.”

Aya scowled at him.

Crawford resumed moving. Slowly at first but did not fail to make Aya whimper since first stroke. As Crawford picked up the pace and sweet pleasure built up inside him, boiling his blood, Aya’s moans intensified and he was torn between trashing his head left and right and arching his back.

“Crawford… Craw… oh yess…. Nggghhhh….” In the frenzy heat, Aya tried to remember what he had to say, what he had to ask Crawford. Something was missing… something… something… he wanted… needed… “Touch… me...,” he whispered between ragged breaths.

“No,” said Crawford coldly.

“Pleeeasss… ahhhh…,” Aya arched for the nth time in the last couple of minutes. His right hand searched for Crawford’s hand in his hips. But no matter how hard he tried to tear Crawford’s hand from his hips, he failed graciously. Crawford held on and Aya was left moaning his frustration. “Oh gods, Crawford… help me… I’m… commmmiii… nggghhhh…”

“Touch yourself,” said Crawford, his tone was not so cold anymore but Aya was too caught up in his own pleasure to notice that Crawford too was panting heavily.

Aya gave up and slipped his hand between their bodies to take care of his cock.

He sighed his relief. No, he did not need Crawford’s hand to help him come. His hand was perfectly capable of doing the job. Before sex with Crawford became part of his schedule, he used his hands to go off and he knew his hands were good at it.

Still, he couldn’t stop thinking about Crawford hand as he wanked himself.

“Crawford…,” he wailed quietly.

“You’re ready to come now?” asked Crawford.

Aya nodded. “Kiss me,” he whispered and he parted his lips slightly, an attempt to invite a kiss from Crawford, but like before, Crawford ignored him completely.

Aya sighed in frustration but decided to let it pass.

Crawford tightened his grip on Aya’s hips and Aya held on the bedsheet again, abandoning his cock. One hard thrust and Aya screamed loudly as he came hard, releasing hot white semen in long lines that hit all over his chest, stealing his breath. When Aya was about to catch his breath, Crawford jerked up once again and came as forcefully, flooding Aya with his seeds.

Calming down, Aya lowered his legs from Crawford’s shoulders and Crawford slid out carefully. At the sight of Crawford’s cock, covered in his own seed and lube, Aya quickly straightened up and extended his hand to reach for the softening flesh.

Crawford swatted his hand. “Your turn,” he said, referring to the dice.

Aya scowled but sat with legs crossed on the bed and reached for the dice. He shook them inside his palms before throwing them to the mattress.

The dice said: lick toes.

Aya did not know whether to smirk or to scowl. He shrugged. “At least, we get some more time to recover,” he said as he moved towards Crawford.

“What do you want?” asked Crawford, leaning back, propping his body with elbows.

“Ravishing you,” answered Aya. He took Crawford’s right foot and lifted it up to his lips.

Crawford snorted.

“Why?” Aya tilted his head. “You didn’t foresee it?”

Crawford did not say anything and Aya did not push it since he knew that Crawford would never tell him what he had foreseen anyway. Aya started kissing Crawford’s toes, starting from the small one, moving to the biggest slowly and lightly. When he reached the biggest, he could not help himself and popped the toe into his mouth.

“It’s “lick toes”, not “insert toes”,” said Crawford, but making no attempt to pull off from Aya’s mouth.

Aya only looked up for a moment before going back sucking on Crawford’s toes slowly. He took his dear time, remembering how it felt to have his toes sucked like that. Just thinking about it made his spent cock stir.

When he released the foot to reach for the other one, Aya noticed that Crawford was hard already. Now Aya smirked.

“Good?” he teased.

“Hn,” was the answer he got from the arrogant bastard.

Aya repeated the same treatment to the left foot toes. As he sucked the big toe, he pushed his luck and ran his fingers along Crawford’s inner thigh on the way to his groin.

Crawford caught his hand before he went too far. “No touching where you’re not allowed,” he reminded.

Aya gave him a scowl and released his toe. He tossed the dice to Crawford, who caught it in an almost scary precision. “Your turn.”

Crawford shook the dice and threw them to the bed.

Insert. Organ.

Aya groaned.

“What? Can’t take it?” asked Crawford as he reached for the lubricant.

“Of course I can take it!” snapped Aya in irritation. No, he did not really want to get fuck right now. Later, yes. But right now he wanted Crawford to touch him, kiss him, lick him. Whatever. As long as there was skin contact. Lots of it. But there was no way he would whine about it now. “I can take it ten more times! And even when you can’t do it once more, I can still take it.”

“Good,” said Crawford. “Now turn around.”

“Turn… what?”

“Turn around, I’ll fuck you bareback so I don’t have to hear you moaning to be kissed.”

Aya snorted, but did what he was told.

He almost hoped that Crawford would touch him, his body, somewhere, anywhere, nipples, navel, thigh, he wanted to feel Crawford’s skin brushing over his skin, anywhere, not only at the cleft between his butt where Crawford was fingerfucking him for the second time now.

Aya squirmed and placed his head on the pillow. “Touch me,” he murmured. His cock was bobbing hard against his thighs, dripping precome already.

No answer from Crawford. Instead, Crawford used his knees to force Aya’s legs apart further. As Crawford took hold on his hips, Aya also gripped the pillow. He squeeled when Crawford entered him, not so painfully this time as his muscle still relaxed from the first penetration.

Aya buried his face in the pillow, stifling any sounds from escaping his lips but a few low grunts from his throat. Crawford went fast right from the start, just the way Aya liked it. Aya tried to focus on the delicious penetration, but could not stop from feeling awful because right now he could not get to enjoy it just because Crawford refused to wank him.

But he was not going to come in his hand. Not tonight. Not when Crawford was here with him.

“You want me to stop?” Aya vaguely heard Crawford ask. Aya only gritted his teeth.

Crawford paused anyway but before Aya could protest, he slipped a pillow beneath Aya.

“I don’t…” Aya moved to pull the pillow out, but Crawford suddenly pounced him through the pillow and he moaned his throbbing erection brushed hard against the pillow.

Crawford did it again and again, not even letting Aya to catch his breath, and he did not stopped until Aya jerked backwards, muscle tightened around his cock as Aya orgasmed for the second time.

Aya lied slumpy face down on pillow, letting Crawford flooding him again with hot fluid. Again, without touching other than his hips, Crawford pulled out and sat on his heels on the mattress.

“Your turn,” he reminded Aya. “Don’t tell me two rounds drained you already.”

Aya gritted his teeth but managed to force his body to move and snatched the dice.

He carelessly tossed the dice without even shaking it. The dice rolled, hit Crawford’s knees before bouncing back to the bed, flashing “massage lips”.

Aya smirked. He quickly hauled up his body and practically threw his body to Crawford.

Crawford stopped him mid-air by pressing his palm on Aya’s face.

“Bastard!” Aya cursed aloud, struggling to tug Crawford’s hand off his face. “I’m allowed to massage your lips any way I want!”

“Use your fingers,” snapped Crawford.

“No!”

“Aya!”

Crawford lowered his hand from Aya’s face and lifted the redhead’s chin with fingers. Aya stared at him angrily, but Crawford did not shift his gaze until Aya lowered his eyes.

“Okay,” Aya murmured. Oh how he hated to admit defeat in front of Crawford but he did not want to ruin this night by getting angry at Crawford.

“Good.” Crawford released Aya’s face.

They sat straight back face to face, close enough for Aya to touch Crawford’s lips with his fingers. Aya kept his eyes on the lips, soft and pouty and delicious, his fingers trembled as he remembered the feel of being ravished by those lips.

Aya gave up and shifted backwards.

“Your turn.” Aya tossed the dice to Crawford.

Crawford took time shaking the dice between his palms before throwing them to the bed.

When he saw “insert organ” again as the result, Aya gave Crawford a cynical frown.

“You must have foreseen this already, didn’t you?” he said.

“Foreseen what?” Crawford stared back into Aya’s eyes.

“You must have known already that you’ll get “insert organ” several times, that’s why you agreed to play this dice game.”

“Does it make any difference?”

Aya tilted his head.

“What makes any difference?”

“We’re here to have sex, with or without the dice. So what if the dice give me “insert organ” all the time? You’re going to get fucked anyway at the end.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Nope, until you get your “insert organ”. Now, you still wanna do this or not?”

Aya did not reply, instead he grabbed the tube of lube harshly and squeezed a good amount into his palms. “Lie back,” he commanded.

Aya decided that if he had to get fucked again, at least he wanted to do it his way. On top. Where he got to do the riding.

Once Crawford was flat on his back, Aya climbed up and sat on his groin. Crawford bent his knees up for Aya to lean on. Aya smeared the lube along Crawford’s shaft. It took him a sheer effort not to stroke the flesh. He then sat on Crawford’s erection and began rubbing his perineum against it, placing his palms on Crawford’s tummy for support as he did so.

Slowly, but without doubt, Crawford’s erection grew bigger and harder beneath him. When Crawford was ready, Aya lifted his hips up a bit and sank back down, taking Crawford whole inside him, his asshole opened up effortlessly. Still Aya had to bite his lower lips hard so as not to moan at the pain/pleasure that hit him hard.

Again, Crawford placed his hands on Aya’s hips and held on as Aya began moving. Aya started slowly, still in his position bracing his hands on Crawford’s tummy. He wanted to just flop on Crawford’s chest, but he held on.

As he picked up his pace, going faster to take more on the pleasure inside him, sweat dripping on Crawford’s chest, Aya pushed his body up and leaned on Crawford’s thighs. With the back of his hand, he wiped sweat from under his nose. He needed more than this. He needed more than intense pleasure inside. He frantically rubbed his back up and down across Crawford’s thighs as he drove Crawford’s cock in and out. He rubbed his calves against the side of Crawford’s torso, desperate for any skin contact, no matter minimum.

Aya tossed his head back, breathing hard in short rasps that he had to part his lips to suck on more air into his lungs. He focused on the sensation along his passage, he refused to think about how his erection stood hard against his groin, throbbing, aching, begging to be touch. He could feel Crawford’s cock throbbing hard inside him, he knew Crawford would go off any second now.

Aya half closed his eyes, moving faster, shutting himself from the world around him. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more.

Aya groaned sharply when the back of Crawford’s hand brushed the head of his penis lightly and he exploded like he hadn’t twice before. He arched his back, clenching his ass muscle hard, milking Crawford inside.

Aya let his body stumble backwards as Crawford lowered his knees. He breathed slowly, heavily until he was calmed enough from the shock. Beneath him, Crawford slid out carefully and shifted away from him.

“Wanna continue?” asked Crawford.

“Hell, yeah,” Aya murmured.

But still, Aya needed Crawford to haul him up into a sitting position. He felt like his body had turn into mush. He did not mind multiple orgasms. But three orgams in less than one hour? He must be crazy.

Yet, he did it.

Aya took the dice and shook them lazily. He tossed them as lazily to the bed. The dice rolled a couple of times before giving them the result.

Aya could not help smirking.

Lick nipples. Now that sounded… delicious, although he would do anything to be the other way around.

Crawford had already arranged some pillows to prop on. Aya crawled towards the Oracle and climbed up to sit on his lap, their flaccid cocks touching each other.

“Sore already?” asked Crawford.

Aya did not answer. He bent his head down and caught Crawford’s left nipples between his lips.

Crawford gasped sharply. He swatted Aya’s head gently. “Lick nipples, not bite nipples.”

Aya ignored him. Still having Crawford’s nipples between his lips, he stuck his tongue to lick the pink nub. It excited him to feel Crawford bucked uneasily beneath him. He pressed his erection harder against Crawford’s groin. Crawford was not going to get away with this, he thought as he rolled the poor nipple between his lips.

Aya only released the nipple when he felt Crawford hardening beneath him. The pink nub stood erect now and not so pink anymore but more redder. He smirked, tilting his head to stare at Crawford teasingly. Crawford gave him a scowl.

Aya leaned his face closer to Crawford but before Crawford shifted his face away, he grabbed Crawford’s chin. “Now,” he said, then licked his lips slowly. “Lick nipples.”

And he bent down again to lap his tongue across the abused nipple. Slowly, leisurely. Crawford did not make any sound, but Aya could feel his cock twitch with excitement and he could hear Crawford’s breath hitched. The bastard, Aya thought. He was so going to pay for this.

Aya licked faster, leaning on the heat that radiated from Crawford’s skin as Crawford got more and more aroused from having his nipple toyed roughly. His cock was even hotter. Aya began rubbing his own erection against Crawford’s.

Not enough.

Not enough like that.

Aya touched his own nipple and pinched it hard. He winced and paused from torturing Crawford. He took time to even his breath before starting with Crawford’s right nipple.

This time, Crawford let a grunt slipped from his throat.

Damn, but the sound was delicious. Aya bit the nipple hard and slipped his hand between their bodies to touch his cock.

It was only when it had become too good that Aya realized that he was stroking himself while toying with Crawford’s nipple. His brain must have gotten too fuzzy that he had forgotten that he did not want to come in his own hand tonight.

But this was good.

Screw Crawford.

Screw the dice.

He was going to come like this, now.

Crawford tore him away by pulling his hair. “My turn,” he said as he shoved Aya away and picked up the dice.

Still fondling his own erection, Aya watched Crawford shake the dice and throw them to the bed.

Aya groaned at the result. Insert organ. This couldn’t be a coincidence. He would love to have Crawford once again and one more time inside him, but first he wanted Crawford to touch him. Giving him a tongue bath if possible.

“No, no,” abandoning his erection now, Aya picked up the dice. “Throw again.”

“What is it, Aya?” asked Crawford with a mocking tone. “Didn’t you just tell me that you can take it ten more times? You wanna bite back your tongue now?”

Aya sighed and handed Crawford the dice. “Crawford… please?” he begged. “Throw again.”

“You know you’re gonna pay for this,” said Crawford, snatching the dice.

Again, Crawford shook the dice between his palms and threw them to the bed. The dice bounced a couple of times, rolled a couple more times before stopped dead.

Aya frowned.

Massage organ.

Finally.

But.

Aya lifted his face to look at Crawford. “Can I have both?” he murmured quietly. “Or do I have to beg again?” he quickly added.

“You know, you’re such a slut,” said Crawford but he reached out for the lube already.

Aya decided that he was worth the mock. He crawled to Crawford and positioned his body to sit on Crawford’s lap again, this time his back pressed on Crawford’s chest and he rested the back of his head on Crawford’s shoulder. It was nice to be able to feel Crawford’s heartbeat against his skin.

Crawford bent up his knees and parted them wide and Aya placed his legs on either side of Crawford’s legs. He kissed Crawford’s jawline lightly, lovingly.

“You’re breaking all rules,” whispered Crawford, his hot breath felt relieving in Aya’s skin.

“I know,” Aya murmured into Crawford’s neck.

Crawford smeared gel all over his hands and fingers slowly, knowing very well that Aya was staring into his hands longingly. Aya felt his heartbeat raced when Crawford lowered his hands, slid them slowly along each of his inner thighs as if unintentionally before pressing one palm over his organ and slipping one finger of the other hand into his hole.

Aya arched his back, sighed deeply at the one sensation he’d been waiting for the whole night.

Crawford took time feeling Aya’s balls and cock, massaging gently, making little circlers lightly with his fingertip over the sensitive skin over and over again as two fingers sliding in and out Aya’s hole, open and waiting for him.

Crawford entered Aya almost effortlessly. Aya sighed at the full feeling inside him. With Crawford still palming him, Aya felt that could feel Crawford’s cock better. Hard. Hot. Throbbing. Demanding. Perfect.

His stomach flipped deliciously when Crawford finally wrapped his fingers around his throbbing erection. Crawford’s hand was pure pleasure. Firm, strong and knowing. Perfect. Aya almost could not wait to splash his seed all over the thick fingers.

When Crawford started moving his hips, shoving up and down, at the same time stroking Aya’s cock with matching rhythm, it was pure bliss. Aya wasted no time in diving down into the deepest part of the pleasure where there was no one else but Crawford and him.

Soon everything had become unbearable. Yet it was not enough that Aya had to moan again and again to encourage Crawford to do it faster and harder. Aya twisted and bucked and arched against Crawford and when he knew he was ready to come, he grabbed Crawford’s hand that was not stroking him. Aya entangled their fingers together as he held his breath, waiting for the sweet explosion.

Sweet indeed, the orgasm and they came together. Crawford made it all the sweeter by keeping on stroking Aya until he had released the last drop of their semen, Aya’s all over his fingers and his inside Aya. Aya could not be happier. He carelessly stumbled back on Crawford, panting heavily, calming down from the aftershock.

They lay like that for some minutes, then Aya got up and got off of the bed. He almost fell as he was very sore, but managed to walk straight to the bathroom instead of crawling.

Aya got out of the bathroom to find Crawford half asleep already, lying on his side, the dice scattered behind him.

The dice.

Aya sat at the edge of the bed and picked up the dice. The way the bed sank with Aya’s weight made Crawford turn around and he frowned to see Aya cupping the dice inside his palms and shook them carefully.

“You still wanna continue?” asked Crawford.

“I’m pushing my luck,” said Aya as he threw the dice into the bed.

The dice bounced up a couple of times before stopped dead, blinking “kiss lips” like a neon sign in Aya’s eyes.

Aya could not help smirking from ear to ear. “Yes,” he sighed his relief.

Aya practically threw his body to Crawford, sprawled along Crawford’s body and began ravishing him in earnest.

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