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"Good to see you, Arakita, I wasn't expecting company." Toudou said as he pushed the hair out of his face. It was half true, at least, he really hadn't been expecting company, his hair was loose and fell in his face and the t-shirt he wore should have been thrown away sometime in high school.
Arakita only grumbled something under his breath and pushed past Toudou into the apartment. His apartment was small, a studio lit by a single lamp near his futon, but the wide windows that overlooked the street were its best feature, if you could ignore traffic noise.
"So rude. I was just about to go to sleep."
"No you weren't, you're not even wearing that gross green shit on your face yet." Arakita didn't look back over his shoulder as he crossed the small room, kicking his shoes off in the process. Toudou wasn't sure if he was touched or creeped out that Arakita remembered his nightly facemask routine, though he supposed his reaction was somewhere in between, like it usually was where Arakita was concerned.
"Maybe I already washed it off, maybe your loud knocking pulled me from the very edge of sleep itself! You're awfully loud, you know."
A moment of silence, and Arakita sat heavily in Toudou's only armchair. "I know." He replied.
Silence again, and Toudou used it to shut the door behind him and lean against it. Silence between them was always something strange. It felt unusual, Toudou enjoyed the sound of his own voice, and the only person louder than him in high school had been Arakita, but for some reason when they were alone the words were gone. It's harder to put up an act when the only person in your audience is a fellow actor.
"So, are you here for my cheerful company? Because I am really tired."
"Am I ever here for your company?" Arakita sunk lower into the chair and glanced toward the window, or maybe where Toudou's futon was unrolled and ready for sleeping, leave it to him to make such an obvious allusion to his true purpose.
"You're always so rude."
Arakita took off his jacket. "Take your fucking clothes off already."
Toudou let his shirt fall to the floor but kept the sweatpants he wore secure around his hips. "You're eager tonight, didn't even raid my liquor cabinet. I know I'm gorgeous, Yasutomo, but you don't have to act so desperate for me all the time."
"Just shut up."
Toudou put his hand to his chest in exaggerated indignation but he didn't speak until he was standing between Arakita's now spread knees.
"You're so mean to me, good thing I'm here to punish you."
Arakita laughed, loud and brash and Toudou willed himself not to react with embarrassment. He had taken a chance, spurred by all of their previous interactions, that Arakita would respond to that sort of play, but there was always a chance he could have been wrong.
"So, do it if you're gonna do it, I don't have all night." Arakita's voice was normal, but slightly more even, as if he was keeping more careful control of his tone and Toudou stifled a smile.
"I'll have you all night if I want you all night, Yasutomo."
Arakita only swallowed at that, before wrapping both hands around Toudou's hips. He took a second to appreciate the feeling. It was nice, after the short amount of buildup, to actually be touching, but he knew he had to do more if he wanted to complete his plan. He shoved Arakita's hands away.
"Nuh-uh, you only touch me when I give you permission." He wagged his finger obnoxiously in Arakita's face and smiled again.
Arakita made an indignant sound in response, but let his hands fall to the tops of his own thighs.
"You want me to give you what you deserve?” Toudou felt more confident, and the way Arakita dropped his arms immediately convinced him what he was saying was having the intended effect.
He didn’t answer the question, but Toudou took his silence as agreement and lifted his bare foot to rest it on the cushion between Arakita's legs. Arakita looked up at him and spread his knees slightly wider, as if adjusting his pants, but he didn’t touch himself. He seemed obedient now, eager to please, if still impatient, and after that warning he seemed to understand the rules.
He lifted his foot and placed it on Arakita's thigh near the groin, sliding it up with an even pressure. Arakita’s didn’t respond except to open his mouth.
“Much better.” Toudou said, his voice wavered only slightly as he moved his foot again. It seemed to be working, if the way that Arakita's fists clenched was any indication, and Toudou could have jumped for joy at his success.
His foot pressed against Arakita’s crotch, harder now, and he felt the bulge that must be uncomfortable through his jeans. He pushed down with the ball of his foot, not enough to hurt, but enough that Arakita squirmed slightly, to adjust the pressure.
Arakita opened his mouth again, but he only sucked in staggering lungfuls of air and didn't speak.
Toudou kept his foot in place and leaned down. His hair fell in his face and he got as close to Arakita’s ear as he could before talking. “You can tell me how much you like this. You can tell me you want more.”
Arakita didn’t answer but Toudou was close enough to hear the loud sound of him swallowing. He shifted his foot away, trailing his toes down the inside of his thigh before resting it on the cushion again. He stood up straight.
"Do that again." Arakita said, and his voice was quieter than before and Toudou laughed, showing his teeth.
"Say please."
It was a stand-off. Arakita looked obstinate in the low light from the lamp across the room and Toudou tried his best to look superior. It was a few seconds before Arakita took a deep breath and for just a moment Toudou thought he'd won.
"No."
"What?" Toudou's demeanor dropped before he could hold it and he was afraid Arakita could see the confusion in his eyes.
"I'm not gonna fucking beg for it, you've fucked me before, you'll do it again." Arakita's voice didn't even shake, and when he started to rise Toudou was scared he was just going to leave.
He grabbed Arakita's shoulder and pushed him back into the chair before he could fully stand up.
"Get back down there and spread your legs." Toudou said and Arakita listened. He leaned back again, sinking into the chair, but he spread his thighs and cupped himself through his pants with one hand.
Toudou kicked his hand away. His foot took the place of Arakita's hand, but instead of cupping at the bulge he pushed down again, stepping with a good amount of weight until Arakita whined.
"Come on," Toudou said, and he knew Arakita knew what he was asking for. He stepped harder and Arakita leaned his head back until he was looking at the ceiling. "Come on, beg for me."
"Fine, fine! I want it, okay?! Don't stop."
Toudou leaned forward again, balancing his weight heavily on the foot that pushed down on Arakita's crotch until his one hand rested on the back of the chair and the other wrapped around Arakita's neck. His hair fell forward, this time brushing Arakita's face as they looked at each other.
"Good boy. You're so nasty."
Arakita only whined again in response and Toudou stepped back.
"Get on the bed." Arakita scrambled up. He pulled off his pants and dropped them on the floor. Toudou caught him on the arm.
“Crawl.” He said.
There was a moment of hesitation, but it was only a moment, before Arakita sunk to his knees on the carpet. It only took a few seconds for Arakita to cross the space between the armchair and the unrolled futon on his hands and knees.
“You’re such a good listener.” Toudou said, and Arakita looked back at him over his shoulder.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" He asked, but his voice was more bashful than before. Toudou felt like a winner.
"We'll get to that soon enough." He replied.
Toudou took his time taking off his own pants before he stepped over to where Arakita was waiting.