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“Miiikaaa~“

Oh god. Oh please no.

“Mimimimimimimikaaa!”

Sigh.

“What do you want, Ferid.” Not even a question, just a dry remark came from the blond man seated at the large, kidney-shaped desk. A laptop was open on the polished surface, slender fingers flying over the keys, not missing a beat even with the pony-tailed pain in the ass that was his head of marketing practically clinging to the frame of his open door. Unfortunately, said pain in the ass had made Mika’s business a few billion extra last year, so the blond CEO didn’t even have a good reason to get rid of him – frankly, it would be plain stupid to fire him.

The downside of that truth was that he had to tolerate Ferid. And while Mika had the patience of a saint (at least on the outside, he was close to throwing a paperweight at Ferid’s stupid grin on the inside and the guy hadn’t even said anything…yet) the man really did try it on a daily basis.

“Why, Mika, you could at least look at me – I’m about to give you your birthday present!”

“It’s not my birthday, Ferid.”

“Why yes, my dear Mika, it is; it’s a minute after midnight, which means it’s your birthday now. Happy birthday!”

Mika finally glanced up, irritably, to see that fanged grin widening (honestly, Ferid’s teeth were so freakishly sharp he was sure the guy filed them – what a freaking freak). “It’s not…” Fuck, but it was. The blond sighed and leaned back, shoulders sagging, the back of his head bumping against the high backrest of his desk chair. He had gotten lost in his work again. Mika hadn’t even noticed that it had become dark outside, the city glittering like a sea of lights behind him. “Fine, it’s my birthday. Thanks.” Oh god please don’t let him offer to go for drinks…

“I would naturally take you for drinks,” Ferid said and Mika resisted the urge to roll his eyes, “but you would turn me down anyway, and I have to get home really. Beauty sleep, you know how important that is. But don’t worry! I will give you your present before~”

“You really don’t have to do that.”

“I know. That’s what makes me so nice.” Ferid winked at him lasciviously. “Wait here, my pretty, and I will go fetch it. Don’t run off now!”

Oh how tempted he was to do just that. Last year, Ferid had given him 25 different kinds of flowers (all over his office), 25 boxes of Belgian chocolate (stacked on his desk in heart-shaped boxes), 25 white kittens (in the process of playing with the ribbons holding the flower arrangements) and 25 different kinds of sex toys (the dildos propped to rise from every surface you could sit on, the bullet vibes on the floor, since the kittens had gone for them, too). Mika had blushed to the roots of his hair not only from embarrassment but also from anger and had been very close to strangling the man. When he heard footsteps in the hallway, he looked up, rubbing his temple. “Ferid, I swear if you give me 26 cakes or some other numerical bullshit I will fire you.”

“Not exactly,” the vision that came into the open doorway said. This was definitely not Ferid.

It was a young man, late teens or very early twenties, with wild dark hair that looked at him over the distance between door and desk with wide green eyes. He wore what looked like a school uniform, pressed pants, the blazer undone at the throat, and a challenging expression. “Your friend got you 26 minutes in heaven instead.” Mika thought he saw the boy cringe the slightest bit after that corny statement, but that could have been a trick of the light that haloed the boy from the hallway. He’s not my friend, Mika wanted to say but the words died on his tongue when the dark-haired male took a step inside his office and closed the door behind himself. Quite suddenly, the office was almost dark; Mika hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights in here, the ambience from the lit hallway and his laptop screen enough. With the biggest source of light gone, it was only the laptop glaring; Mika squinted, unable to keep his eyes on the other like this, and pushed the lid shut. After a few moments, his eyes had adjusted to what light came in from the window front, cars and apartments and offices and advertisements making the night bright enough. They made the boy’s green eyes glint like cat’s eyes when he approached the desk and ran his hands along the curved edge.

“Happy birthday,” the boy said in the same moment that Mika asked “Who are you?” quite breathlessly because that throat was all exposed and without work to distract him, Mika was able to see how attractive this young man was, what a cute face he had with those expressive green eyes, like emeralds, his mouth an enticing shape with plush lips still parted from his words; the supple mouth pulled into a smile and Mika’s breath stopped completely. “I’m Yuu,” the boy said, leaning forward onto the desk and bracing himself with his hands, staring at him – again, as if uttering a challenge. “What’s your name?”

“Mikaela,” the blond replied on auto-pilot, then shook his head. “Mika. Call me Mika.”

“Okay, Mikaela-call-me-Mika,” Yuu replied, set a knee onto the desk to pull himself up onto it and Mika’s brain fried when he finally caught up to what this was.

Ferid had gotten him a fucking stripper. For twenty-six minutes apparently. “Um,” Mika said very eloquently, back pressing against the backrest of his chair as he sat up straighter. Yuu climbed onto the desk, scooted into the middle and sat up on his knees, thighs spread just enough to seem provocative. His hands reached to pull open the first button of his blazer that was closed, his bright eyes never leaving Mika’s for even a second. Yuu’s collarbones came into view and Mika swallowed. “Um, aren’t you going to put on music?” he asked feebly, not entirely sure if he was comfortable with this – he shouldn’t be, knowing Ferid, he was watching this somewhere and probably jerking off, the absolute bastard…and Yuu stopped, blinking at him like a deer in headlights. “Haah? …oh!”

The dark-haired boy’s hands dropped from his jacket as if burned and began a frantic search of his pockets. “Ah, crap, I really should…um…hey, stop laughing at me!” Mika couldn’t help it. He pressed a hand to his mouth to suppress the snickers that shook him; Yuu was too cute all flustered like this. “Is this your first gig?”

“Sh-shut up!” By now, Yuu was bright red, blushing like a virgin. “It’s not, I’ve done this plenty of times!”

Mika grinned. “Yeah? Where’s your music, then?”

“I don’t need music for this!”

“If there’s no music, how’s this different from some guy randomly changing clothes in my office? No, Yuu-chan, we must have music.”

“Fine! I’ll show you what I can do, you stuck-up rich kid prick bastard-“

Mika erupted into laughter again. “I’m not sure you’re supposed to yell at your clients; what are you, a stripper or a dominatrix?”

Yuu seemed to steel some of his determination because he drew up, confidently brandishing a smartphone, which he fiddled with for a moment – Mika could see his lashes were really long, with the light of the screen making them cast shadows on his skin. A moment later, a low, throbbing beat tuned out Yuu’s irritated grumbling. The song seemed to be made for this kind of thing; within moments the tension between them, born from Mika’s amusement and Yuu’s irritation, melted away as if it hadn’t been there at all. Yuu held his eyes again, though his cheeks were still flushed and his brows were creased, Mika had never seen anyone as beautiful as the vision kneeling on his desk, slowly unbuttoning the front of his school uniform. He wasn’t wearing a shirt beneath it, at least not a button-down or a tank top like one would expect; when the blazer was shrugged off of Yuu’s shoulders to glide down his toned arms, all that was around his chest was a black bandeau top, a thin strip of shiny, stretchy material that looked like leather but clung to him a lot smoother than any genuine leather ever could have. It bared Yuu’s waist, his whole midriff, his toned belly all the way down to where the waistband of his uniform pants rested just beneath his sharp hipbones. Mika snapped his mouth shut when he finally noticed he was gaping at the alluring stripper on his desk and quite possibly also drooling.

With Mika’s blue eyes on his front rather than on his face, Yuu began moving to the beat instead of just undressing. His hips swayed from side to side idly with the tantalizing rhythm of the song he had chosen (although he had to admit, the playlist his colleague Crowley had given him was overall great for this – then again, the big, buff guy had been doing this for a lot longer than Yuu). He trailed his fingers down his sides, feeling goosebumps rise on his skin not only from the touch but also because it was really cool in this office, and teasingly traced the button of his pants. Yuu could feel Mika’s eyes on him as much as see them glued to his hands, following the motions of his fingers. He had to admit, this client of his was pretty damn hot.

Even in the relative darkness of the office, Mika’s hair was really bright, like sunlight, and his eyes looked like a summer’s sky. He wore a button-down beneath a sweater vest and Yuu was sure this was the only person in the whole world that could make sweater vests look hot. Even sitting down. Even the ones with the stupid patterns. Not that Mika’s vest had a stupid pattern – it black and clung snugly to his trim waist, accentuating the deep burgundy of his shirt. Yuu shook his head briefly when he felt himself faltering, losing the beat. He flicked open the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper, slowly, then did what his colleague Chess had told him drove guys mad if you didn’t have boobs to shove in their face: he bent forward, put his hands on the glossy desk, and slowly, smoothly shifted to turn his back to Mika. Knees sliding wider apart once he had turned around, he slowly peeled his pants down over his up-turned behind and heard Mika choke quietly behind him (what do you know, this hint actually worked) when his round ass was bared, clad in French panties of the same material as the top, stretching tight and clingy over the cheeks. The waistband of those panties was low enough to bare the small of his back, the dimples of his tailbone, even the top of his crack. His pants slid down to hang around his shapely, spread thighs and he could feel Mika’s gorgeous eyes trace over his backside, from the tiny leather bow right at the top of the underwear to where half of his ass was bared by the curved bottom of the material, like fingers skating over his skin in reverence.

Yuu rolled his hips as lewd as he could possibly muster; frankly he should have kept an eye on the clock, he had been paid for 26 minutes and only that, but the way Mika was staring at him, silent, his fingers curled so tightly around the armrests of his stupidly huge chair instead of catcalling or trying to touch him was such a turn on he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Slowly, so slowly, he scooted back, the pants still around his thighs a good buffer between his knees and the desk, making the motion smooth instead of jerky. First one leg stretched off the edge of the desk, found the ground, then the other followed, Yuu’s chest still low to the desk like this, his pants falling down around his ankles. Yuu stepped out of the legs and kicked the uniform pants away. He could see he had positioned himself perfectly; Mika had scooted back from the desk when he had made to get off it, but not far enough. The blond’s knees were between his, one of Yuu’s legs to either side of them, his round ass close enough to touch now. A featherlight touch came to the inside of one of his thighs; Yuu moaned before he could help himself, then glared back at the blond. “No touching,” he told him and Mika pulled his hand back, looking at him with eyes so wide they may have popped out of their sockets if someone were to slap him on the back now.

It was just the two of them though and Yuu took pity on the young man, arching his back and gliding back until he could push off the edge of the desk and, holding onto it still, settled himself right into Mika’s lap.

Mika was hard as rock, his cock a good size and pressing right into his crack, only the fabric of Mika’s pants and Yuu’s underwear between them. Yuu could swear he felt it throb when it was caught between those round, firm cheeks and Mika’s groin. Mika’s groan gusted over his bare shoulder in a heated breath when Yuu leaned back against him and looped an arm back around the CEO’s neck, fingers tangling in the golden curls. He rocked his hips back and Mika made a sound as if he was being strangled, his forehead dropping onto Yuu’s shoulder.

Yuu supposed he could allow that. Mika didn’t seem like the kind of guy that regularly got lap dances after all, he could see where the blond would be overwhelmed.

Using his feet on the ground, Yuu began grinding back into the man he was seated on. He shivered to the feel of hot breath being panted against his skin, first the back of his shoulder, then the curve of it and the side of his neck when Mika lifted his head and watched him; his Yuu’s back pressed firmly into his front, the blond could see down his front perfectly, from where his nipples poked hard like pebbles through the thin, stretchy fabric of his top, over the arching and rolling of his bare waist, all the way down to where Yuu’s thighs were spread so lewdly over his, the muscles faintly playing beneath the silken skin. Mika spread his own thighs a little and Yuu’s breath hitched, almost inaudible over the seductive audio track he was moving to but Mika could feel it in the slight jerk Yuu gave against his chest.

“More,” he murmured into the flushed little ear so easily accessible to his lips as he slid an arm around Yuu’s waist, touching ban be damned because he needed to feel Yuu closer, pressed against him, the warm supple body squirming on his lap. Yuu didn’t protest. He rolled his hips with smooth rhythm, pressing his gorgeous behind into his cock and massaging it so perfectly Mika saw stars. Glancing down, he saw Yuu was hard, although barely tenting his panties, the material too snug. He lost it the moment Yuu snapped his hips back and the head of his cock came free of the waistband, drooling so lustily the pre-cum dribbled down the shiny black material. Soft moans were escaping Yuu, his eyes all but closed, plush lips parted. Mika held on for the ride, captivated by the lewd picture the dark-haired boy made. Yuu seemed to enjoy this just as much as he did, if this display was any indication.

Mika’s lips found the soft, damp skin where Yuu’s neck met shoulder, tongue sampling the thin sheen of sweat covering his bare skin. Yuu mewled. His hands tightened on the armrests he held and in Mika’s hair; with the gentle scrape of Mika’s teeth against the nape of his neck, Yuu came with a shout, all over his bare belly. Tantalized by the show, Yuu’s ass quivering against his cock, firm and round and oh god so supple it would be so spankable and the taste of Yuu’s skin on his tongue, Mika followed him over the edge, groaning deeply. His hand tightened on Yuu’s waist, leaving behind pink spots where his fingertips had dug in.

The song started anew while they sat and panted, leaning against each other, once, twice, before Yuu reached out and impatiently turned off the phone with trembling fingers, almost clumsy. Their deep breaths the only sounds in the room for a long moment until Mika leaned back with a soft groan, lifting a hand to run it through his mussed hair, encountering Yuu’s still tangled there and grasped it to bring it down in front of them gently again, not without a kiss to the knuckles. “Thanks,” he murmured, voice hoarse.

Yuu shivered in reply and shifted, grimacing at the stickiness all over his belly. “You’re welcome…” Wordlessly, Mika reached to open one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out a box of Kleenex, offering them to Yuu so the other could clean the cooling cum from his abdomen. Yuu glanced into the drawer and blinked. “Mika…”

“So can I see you again?” Mika blurted out in the same moment that Yuu asked, “why is there a flock of dildoes in your desk?!”

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The melodic chime of bells rang out when Crowley pressed his finger against the button next to the heavy wooden door. He had to smile; it was so like his client, replacing the normal doorbell with something so whimsical and eccentric. The door wasn’t locked, he knew that – it was always the same routine, he would press the button down in the lobby of the complex and the elevator would only come if the recipient of such visits accepted it. He would ride all the way up to the penthouse, quiet music meant to be soothing filling what was left of free space around his brawny body in the elevator car until it stopped at the very last floor. A short hallway, then the heavy door that would be open for him to come in. For a moment Crowley wondered if he’d meet Yuu here and if that would be awkward…but he dismissed the thought for two reasons, one, of course it would not be awkward because Yuu was a cute kid and he had trained him himself so he had seen him dance before, and two, rarely anything was ever truly awkward for Crowley. He was of a sunny temperament.

He pushed the door open easily; the moment it came ajar, he could hear the soft, classical music playing in the penthouse apartment. Crowley had been here a few times, but even so he appreciated the trail of flower petals winding down the hallway and into the bedroom, door ajar as well. The light was dimmed to a soft glow, lighting his path after he had toed his shoes off. His client’s apartment was tasteful in an eccentric way; gleaming Cherrywood, fine fabrics, all muted, elegant colors. Art on the walls and propped on foot stools. Hardwood floor polished to reflect the light. Wallpaper made from fabric instead of paper. Crowley supposed it was pretty, but he didn’t much care for such things, although one couldn’t say that he didn’t appreciate aesthetic and beauty.

Especially the beauty he came upon when he pushed open the bedroom door.

His client was lounging on the large king-sized bed wrapped in dark grey sheets, pure silk from the shine of them, a vision of decadence. Crowley’s eyes tried to take it all in at the same time, the long legs clad in sheer black thigh-high stockings, the garter belt slung low on thin hips holding them up, the delicate black lace cami and low-cut panties snugly encasing the slender body. The pale hair, undone for once and flowing over the silk sheets in gentle waves.

The way the many, many candles around the bed made Ferid’s flawless skin glow.

“Good evening~,” the pale man purred, sitting up at his entry with all the grace of a fae creature. Crowley was tongue-tied only for a moment before he smiled. “Good evening, Ferid.” His eyes dropped back to the other’s legs, long and perfect. “I thought I was the stripper here – do you wanna reverse our roles for tonight?” His tone had turned teasing, but his voice was throaty already.

Ferid laughed, voice as musical as the symphony that floated around them. “I merely thought I would delight your eyes for once, too, my dear. After all, you bring me such joy each week.” His dark red eyes greedily moved down Crowley’s body, sizing him up the way he had been stared at; his expression turned appreciative when Crowley thumped the bag he had carried over his shoulder to the ground and peeled his leather jacket from his shoulders and down his arms, baring the tight white tank top he wore underneath. It was tucked into the black combat cargo pants which, for all their comfort, were already becoming tight. Ferid did that to him. “I’m looking forward to this session,” Ferid cooed and well, damn, so did he.

Since music was already playing, Crowley didn’t bother reaching into his bag to get out his own; the classical tunes fit the mood Ferid had set for them and Crowley was nothing if not adaptive. Eyes on the prize his client was, he dipped his hand into the front of his pants – Ferid’s lips parted, eyes dropping to the motion immediately – and grasped the hem of his tank top, slowly pulling it up to peel it off his upper body. He knew exactly how to move to display himself best; muscles bunched and smoothly moving with him, abs tight. He could feel Ferid’s eyes on him, burning as if he had come too close to one of the candles and the flame was licking at his skin, heard him glide across the smooth sheets. A moment later, cool hands pressed flat against his abdomen, greedily pawing at his sixpack.

With a teasing smile, Crowley whipped his shirt the rest of the way off and tossed it at Ferid, who was kneeling on the mattress in front of him by now, making him catch it. He used the moment to take a small step back. “No touching,” he grinned at him. “You know the rules.”

“Oh, psh…”

Ferid didn’t reach out again, but his eyes were bright as he watched Crowley’s hands glide down his front, so slowly, to rest on the waistband of his pants – the slender man brought the shirt up to his face and inhaled deeply against the fabric. His pale lashes fluttered for a moment but he didn’t miss the sight of Crowley flicking open his pants. The black boxer briefs beneath clung tightly to thighs thick with muscle and narrow hips.

“You are entirely perfect,” Ferid murmured, reaching out now to hook a finger into the waistband of the underwear and snap them back against the tanned skin. “When are you going to drop the façade and take what you want~?”

“How about now,” Crowley said and bent down, laying his palm against Ferid’s sternum, all but pushing him back until the other was reclining against his many pillows again. He smoothed his hand down his front, feeling the lace warm with heat from the body it was wrapped around, the heartbeat firm beneath Ferid’s skin, the softness of his flat belly before veering off course and over one hip, down his thigh and leg. Crowley grasped the slender ankle and lifted the other’s leg as if it weighed, nothing, his knees against the end of the bed for balance while he brought the foot to his mouth. His lips pressed against the instep and Ferid gasped a soft moan, his hair splayed around him like moonlight reflected in a clear lake. All of Ferid was incredibly beautiful to Crowley; the almost translucent glow of his pale skin, his dark eyes in contrast, his thin, cruelly cut lips that turned so delightfully plush the more he bit at them in bliss, the way his elegant body was so lissome. Ferid’s entire being was decadence. Crowley didn’t dare close his eyes, didn’t want to miss one moment of this.

He tasted the fine material of Ferid’s stockings when he pressed his tongue to the frail ankle he held, hands already smoothing up the long legs, pressing them apart with gentle insistence. Crowley’s eyes followed his hands, clinging to the seat of Ferid’s quite obscene panties that were already filling with his ministrations, and sheer as they were, they didn’t hide a thing. He let go of the leg and settled between Ferid’s splayed thighs, bending his head to press his lips against the strip of bare skin between the hem of the stocking and the leg-hole of the underwear. His tongue traced beneath the strip of the garter, then his lips sealed against the milky skin high on the inside of Ferid’s thigh. His client gave a blissed, silken groan, his long fingers tangling in the auburn fringe of Crowley’s hair as the stripper’s mouth sucked a livid bruise into the inside of his thigh.

Crowley let off when he was satisfied with the dark red spot, pressing teasing, feather-light kisses up the front of Ferid’s underwear – he could feel the blood throbbing in the hard length caught behind the thin lace, tasted the nectar that dampened the fabric already – and went on to lick the shallow indent of his navel over the lace. Ferid bit his lower lip when his mouth arrived at his sternum, breath hot and damp against his body, and veered off towards one nipple. “Will you kiss me?”, he asked of the man draped over him and Crowley glanced up, a playful smirk around the pink nub that was pushing through the thin fabric right into his mouth. “I am kissing you.” Point proven with a peck to the precious pearl that made Ferid squirm if sucked and squeezed long enough.

“I meant up here~,” Ferid hummed in his lilting, teasing voice before it took another quality, one not heard often. “Just this once, kiss me like you love me.” Crowley lifted his head, eyes on the elfin face with its light rose blush. “I’m not supposed to kiss you at all,” he murmured even as he leaned up, hands on either side of Ferid’s body, to match up their parted lips. “Is this your fantasy for tonight?” he asked after a moment, not even pulling back, his lips caressing Ferid’s with the words. Crowley could feel the answering smile against his mouth.

“With you in my bed, I don’t need a fantasy.” Ferid leaned up to attack his mouth vigorously and Crowley hummed, eagerly falling into it as artist’s fingers traced his shoulders and biceps. He wasn‘t supposed to be kissing his clients. He wasn’t even supposed to be touched by them for extended periods of time – he definitely wasn’t supposed to worship their body, of fuck them until they passed out. Ferid though…Ferid got under his skin. He was just the right amount of intoxicating, the perfect kind of teasing, the most immaculate kind of tantalizing. Crowley never stood a chance.

He lowered his head and kissed the curve of Ferid’s neck; as much as he wanted to sink his teeth into him here, make him cry out, Crowley knew he couldn’t mark his client like that. The thigh was alright; the neck was too easily spotted. “You are so fucking sexy,” he breathed against the other’s pulse point. “I do my best shows when I think about you squirming on my cock.”

“You do your best shows when you have me squirming on your cock,” Ferid replied without missing a beat, his head tilted back to enjoy the gentle kisses and licks, his hands on Crowley’s shoulder-blade and cupping the back of his neck. The faintest promise of Ferid’s perfectly manicured nails digging into his skin and scratching up his back like a kitten in heat made Crowley shudder. Ferid’s legs wrapped around his waist, his lips against Crowley’s jawline. “You are always on my mind, too…”

“Oh?”

“Mm, just this afternoon I was fantasizing about you making a mess of me atop the glass conference table at the office…”

Crowley sat back onto his heels although he was loath to leave the embrace of those arms. “That sounds nice,” he murmured, sliding his palms from Ferid’s chest down his body to squeeze his thighs, and back up to his waist. The lace cami had ridden up enough to expose his navel and midriff by now and Crowley was transfixed by the way the flickering candle light set off the lines of Ferid’s body. “God, this outfit…” On a whim, he leaned over and took one of the candles, fat and creamy white. “It would be a shame…” Crowley smiled, tipping the candle – Ferid hissed when a thick glob of melted wax landed on the bare part of his thigh, eyes alight with intrigue. “If something messed it up,” Crowley finished, dribbling another line over the opposite thigh. Beneath the hot wax, Ferid’s skin pinked enticingly, flushing with color so easily. Ferid was breathing hard, the same rosy glow on his cheeks. “Crowley…” The heavy, pink head of his cock had come free from the waistband of his panties, wet and glistening; grinning wickedly, Crowley hooked a finger under the slight elastic, pulling it down to free more of the long, almost slender staff, and poised the candle over it. Their eyes met for a long, charged moment – then Ferid’s head flew back with a loud moan, the delightful pinpricks of pain dribbled all over his cock making him cum all over himself. The creamy splatters just narrowly missed all articles of clothing though it did trickle into Ferid’s navel; Crowley bent down to lap it clean, tongue plunging into the sensitive dip while Ferid squirmed in bliss beneath him. When Crowley lifted his head, Ferid caught his eyes, his own half-lidded, lips parted around his panting.

By now, Crowley’s boxer briefs resembled a tent; he sat back to squirm out of him, thick and hard. Ferid’s mouth, plush and wet, tempted him to lean in and kiss him again, tongue stabbing into the moist cavern. A slender hand wrapped around his cock with a surprisingly firm grip, stroking him just the way Crowley liked it – Ferid had an innate intuition about what people desired. The more muscular of the two allowed that for a moment before returning the favor and giving Ferid exactly what he needed.

Hands grasped a slim waist and determinedly flipped the paler man over onto his front; Crowley groaned when he discovered that, one, the panties had a long open slit down the middle in the back and two, Ferid had prepared himself prior to him coming here. When he spread the pale-haired man’s thighs with his own, the pink entrance was open and wet and winking at him enticingly; he could only imagine Ferid, probably fully naked as not to mess his carefully chosen outfit, fucking himself with his fingers and quite possibly a toy too. Just the thought of plunging into that clinging little hole that had been massaged into submission and pliancy by strong vibrations drove him out of his mind. The black lace was a shocking, frivolous contrast to the moonlight paleness of Ferid’s skin and the almost innocent blush of the glistening muscle that seemed almost innocent in comparison.

The thought of spearing that assumed innocence and making Ferid cry out in delight almost blacked out his vision.

Crowley spat into his hand and trailed it along his firm cock; he couldn’t be bothered to find the lube right now, and besides, Ferid was sopping wet, it would hardly make a difference. He lined up the thick heads and pushed, one hand leading his cock, the other curled around the garter belt around Ferid’s hips to hold him in place. What a nice contraption; he could use it like reigns, pulling on it steadily to tug Ferid back onto his cock instead of shoving forwards. The entirety of that elegant body shuddered.

The last few inches, he did himself, snapping his hips to bury himself to the hilt in that welcoming channel while Ferid whined and clawed at the silk bedding; he was almost flat on his front, ass raised into the air enticingly by Crowley’s thighs beneath his, his long hair twined over his back and arms like strands of silk, messy in a debauched kind of way. His insides trembled around the length firmly settled into him; Crowley gave him a moment to get used to his girth, hands gliding over his upturned ass, the backs of his thighs, his hips to settle in the slight dip of his waist, just below the hem of the cami. Holding him like this, he began to snap him hips, smoothly at first, but that never held…Crowley was pounding into the nymph on his cock with abandon, holding him firmly at the waist, the back of his garter belt, not letting Ferid escape an inch – not that the other wanted to, but the force of the deep fucking and the smoothness of the sheets made him slide back and forth on the mattress. He bent over him when he neared the edge, burying his face in the long silken hair, groaning at the subtle scent it gave off, so pleasing, burrowing into his mind in correlation with the absolute pleasure of fucking this exquisite body. Ferid was clawing at the sheets and arching his back, messing up the silk covers when his own climax was triggered by being filled to the brim with hot, sticky cream.

Crowley fucked him right through it and into another creaming.

They were both soaked in sweat when he finally let off of the slender man and rolled to the side, onto his back, chest heaving with his panting. Ferid took a moment, but eventually shifted and curled up against his side, head cushioned between Crowley’s shoulder and collarbone. The taller man wrapped both arms around him, one hand tangling in his hair.

The candles flickered in the silence around them, half of them burned out.

“You could stay with me, stay here,” Ferid murmured just as tension began creeping into their comfortable embrace. Their time was coming to an end, after all.

“You know I can’t.”

“You’d have a home, meals. I would spoil you.”

“Goodness, Ferid, I’m not starving. This job pays rather well.”

“I pay better,” Ferid said with a grin, but his voice sounded plaintive, desperate. Crowley turned his head and kissed his forehead.

“You know why I can’t stay. You can’t own me, Ferid.”

The other didn’t reply, and he kept his eyes averted from Crowley when the larger man finally sat up and began looking for his clothes.

“Same time next week, then?”

Crowley looked over his shoulder at the vision Ferid made on the bed; mussed up, messed up, completely debauched, so desolate with him leaving. He wanted to stay.

“Yeah. Same time.”

It wasn’t even dawn yet when Crowley stepped out of the complex onto the sidewalk, pocket full of cash, a hole in his chest where his heart was supposed to be.

His heart was probably not even changing into pyjamas after this session, just curling up in the wide bed, candles dying around him.

Alone.

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“I’m not sure this is a good idea?“

“Yuu, do you want senpai to notice you or not?”

“Shinoa, as usual, I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

Shinoa rolled her eyes with flawless exasperation, a trait she had perfected over the years of being this clueless idiot’s friend. She pressed the fluffy pompoms into his hands. “Trust me. This will work fine. Now go get your man.”

Frankly, Yuu rather expected him to distract Mika to the point where the team would lose in this. At the same time, he wanted to support his best friend/boyfriend in any way that he could and Shinoa made a compelling point – this match was incredibly important and Mika needed all the support he could get! Not that Mika was actually bad at footie…at left center, the blond was responsible for a good 60% of all goals won for their team. He was quick, vicious, skilled and, in Yuu’s quite biased opinion, practically radiant when he was ‘in the zone’ which probably distracted the opposite team a lot. “Still. This outfit-“

“-is perfect, your legs look fine, no your butt doesn’t look big, now go before I lose my saintly patience with you.”

Yuu grumbled, but he didn’t dare point out that patience was something Shinoa had no clue about – he didn’t want to get his ass kicked. The midget was vicious and she’d been taking Krav Maga classes for years. He wouldn’t stand a chance with his expertise in classroom brawling. Yuu clutched his pompons tighter, a dizzying mix of mint green, grey and red, and left the locker room he and Shinoa had snuck into once the second half of the match had started. Seraph High vs Sanguinem Public was always the highlight of the season and this year, this epic match would be on Seraph grounds. It usually didn’t even matter how the other high schools in the district goaled, it was always these two teams in the finals. Mika had been fired up about it for weeks; late practice, a stern diet, no distractions.

No distractions also meant no fooling around with Yuu, which Yuu found very foolish in return.

So this plan was born because the minute the match was over, Mika would be Mika again and not some football robot that dreamt balls (not the kind Yuu would prefer) and spoke of goals and penalties and corners and played out match scenarios with condiment bottles and jam jars at the breakfast table. Yuu was annoyed. Yuu was horny. He had gone almost a month without Mika treating him like he deserved to, in his opinion (which meant the blond tangling him in heated kisses between classes or pressing them together tightly while watching TV with his hand stroking the slight, sensitive dip beneath Yuu’s hipbone or making him pant and sweat and whine in bed).

He took a deep breath and stepped out of the building to the side of the field.

The crowd was cheering on the game; he had heard that from the locker room dully already and the first thing Yuu noticed was the breeze ruffling his skirt. He barely resisted tugging it down – Shinoa had said confidence was the key to this plan and he planned to stick by it damn it! The cheerleader uniform had been a school uniform at one point, since his school didn’t actually have a cheerleader group. It was short on him, the pleated skirt barely covering his ass, dove grey with a two mint stripes along the hem. The uniform top exposed his navel and the sleeves didn’t quite reach his wrists, but Shinoa had said it would only enhance the experience, whatever that meant. He hesitantly shook his pompoms, scanning the field for Mika and quickly became lost in the sight of his boyfriend when he had spotted him; Mika was charging with that intense look on his face, the ball at his feet as if it was in love with his shoes, skirting around the enemy players with such grace it seemed he had wings to help him. He passed the ball to Kimizuki, center right, to get around a formation and the moment they had lost focus of him to get at the ball, the tall bespectacled teen passed it back for Mika to flip around and sink it neatly into the enemy goal.

The crowd went wild. So did Yuu.

As stupid as he thought Mika’s pre-game preparation was, he couldn’t help but be swept up in the excitement of the actual match, after all, this was Mika’s big moment of the year. He yelled in delight and yanked up his arms, bouncing on his feet to cheer on his boyfriend, who turned his head to the familiar voice – and froze, still being hugged by his teammates. Blue eyes widened and stared, blinking a few times, and Mika’s mouth fell open as if to say something but he was swept away when the game resumed, yet he kept glancing at Yuu cheering on him on the sidelines.

So did everyone else. When the fourth person had stumbled over the ball instead of kicking it, distracted by Yuu’s bare legs, the referee walked up to the black-haired boy and told him he had to leave. “But I want to support Mika!”

“Yuu,” the white-haired teacher said patiently, putting a hand on his shoulder. “No one can concentrate on the match with you here. While I agree this is a compelling plan,” here he grinned mischievously, “you are also distracting our own team. We wouldn’t want them to lose, right?”

Yuu pouted, but he did see the point. Shaking his pompoms in defeat, he trudged back into the locker room and sat down on one of the benches. Shinoa was gone by now, no doubt to watch the rest of the game from the bleachers. He could hear the assembled crowd cheering and picked at his pompoms, sulking. He had to wait almost half an hour (dreary, dreadful boredom) until he could hear the results being boomed across the field: “Seraph High wins 4:3!! This is the third year in a row, folks!” The crowd erupted into cheers, widely drowning out the booing from the visitors. Before long, footsteps were heard heading Yuu’s way – but not a whole lot, like the entire team coming in, it sounded just like one pair and then Mika was in front of him, breathing hard and…glaring?

“Mi-“

“What the hell, Yuu,” the blond huffed, his grey-and-mint uniform clinging to him; he had just spent forty-five minutes running around after all. He didn’t get to elaborate because Yuu was blinking up at him with those big green luminous eyes and his skirt was riding up his shapely thighs and god damn it the team was already heading back here. Mika grasped Yuu’s wrist and pulled him up, around the row of lockers, and into the last shower stall. The curtain was yanked shut briskly just as the joyous voices of the team filled the locker room.

“What the hell did you think?” Mika hissed at him as he pressed his boyfriend against the cool, tiled wall, a hand over Yuu’s mouth so the other couldn’t spill the fact they were both back here. First of all, Mika would never live down the “shower sex” rumors and second, he didn’t want anyone to see Yuu in this frivolous outfit any more than they already did. Mika didn’t like sharing when it came to Yuu. “Showing up in this – everyone was staring at your legs, I don’t even…this is too short for you! Was that Shinoa’s idea? I’m sure it was, that one is the devil in cute hair ties oh my god…”

Yuu snorted with an eyeroll, then pointed to the hand on his mouth. Struggling against Mika was almost futile; the first time they had met, in Kindergarten, Mika had put him on his ass as easily as if he had just shook his hand, with that damn cheery smile of his – it had never changed, Yuu was no match no matter how hard he tried. Mika’s cerulean eyes stared into his, narrowed, a silent threat not to expose them…then slowly took his hand away. “It’s your own fault,” Yuu hissed back quietly, his voice drowned almost completely beneath the raucous laughter and the showers coming on. “You neglected me for weeks!”

“And that prompts you showing off for the whole school and half of Sanguinem?!”

“Oy, Mika, are you done in there man?”

Growling, Mika reached over and smashed the button that started the shower, eyes not leaving Yuu’s for a second. “Not yet.” His teammate left with a grumble; the water raining down on them was soaking them through, Mika’s hair like molten gold slicked against his head when he ran a hand through it impatiently, one side of Yuu’s uniform getting wet. His skirt clung to his thigh, his knee-high socks soaking. It was vaguely unpleasant, but the sight of Mika with his hair pushed back and still glaring at him and damn the water was making his uniform cling to his body so nicely – Yuu couldn’t help but reach out and put his palms on his boyfriend’s chest, running them over his front appreciatively. “I just wanted to cheer on you. You know. Support you and stuff.”

With an exasperated grunt, Mika pressed his body against Yuu’s fully, thigh between his, chests pressed together, his face dropping into the crook of Yuu’s neck. “Well. It worked, to a point.” With a smile, Yuu wrapped his arms around the blond’s shoulders and rubbed his cheek against the side of Mika’s head. “It did?”

“Yeah. Stupid Lacus fell flat on his face, it was hilarious. To think that the guy got a football scholarship, too, he’s lucky there were no scouts in the audience.”

Yuu laughed aloud and Mika lifted his head to shut him up before anyone noticed they were back here together – with his mouth on Yuu’s, muffling the happy little chortles. They soon melted into the soft, quiet moans Yuu made whenever Mika’s tongue was in his mouth, the sounds Mika preferred. When the water stopped, it was Yuu who fumbled for the button and pressed it again to get it raining down on them, unwilling to allow the moment to end. Logically, they would have to stay in here until everyone was gone, anyway, or Mika’s whole plot of ‘stay quiet so no one finds out’ would be moot.

Very pleased with his cleverness, Yuu closed his eyes and turned his attention back to kissing Mika. Mika’s mouth was so perfect; soft and firm at the same time, gentle and demanding, the contradictions of Mika’s kiss was making him lightheaded. Or the water raining down on his face was, he wasn’t sure. His jock boyfriend’s thigh was pressed between his own, brushing up his skirt. A hand followed, feeling up the side of his thigh, cupping the back of it just beneath the curve of his butt. His thigh was lifted on the stroke down, brought up against Mika’s hip so the tall blond could wedge his hips into the receptive space between the shapely legs. “You exasperate me so much,” he growled against Yuu’s lips, nipping at them with tender bites. “You’re mine, Yuu, I don’t want anyone to see you in this…” He drew back to look down at Yuu’s body appreciatively, the way the blouse clung to his waist, the pleats of his skirt drenched and rucked against his thighs. Mika definitely liked this outfit, but only if he had Yuu to himself when he wore it.

Leaning in again, he turned Yuu around so the slightly shorter boy was facing the tiled wall, putting Yuu’s palms against it on chest height and smoothed his own down his boyfriend’s waist to his hips. A short tug and Yuu arched his back, sticking out the round ass Mika couldn’t ever keep his hands off of, especially when it was clad in skintight clothing – and what was more skintight than the thin fabric of a drenched skirt? Yuu made the most delightful mewl when Mika squeezed those firm cheeks, muffled behind bitten lips. Mika started the shower again when it fizzled out, not even listening to the voices outside of their little shower stall anymore or thinking of the fact that if someone was to look under the curtain, which was a few inches off the floor, they would see two pairs of feet. Mika all but flattened Yuu against the wall with his body though he kept an arm low around Yuu’s hips so the other wouldn’t pull his delightful derriere away. His mouth found Yuu’s neck, mouthing the back and side of it, eyes half closed. He felt drunk, dizzy on victory and arousal, both feeding into each other to make him rock hard in his shorts. Mika ground his cock against Yuu’s plush ass, licking the water droplets from his neck. “Yuu,” he murmured against the gasping boy’s ear. “How well did you prepare this particular encounter?”

“Huh?”

“Did you prepare yourself. Before dressing in this frivolous thing.”

Mika could feel Yuu flushing red and pressed his tongue against the apple of his cheek to feel the heat from that blush. “I didn’t…I-I didn’t think that far,” Yuu admitted, almost meekly. Mika groaned. It hardly mattered; he wanted to get this over with before either of them began shivering, both soaking wet and even if the water was warm, it didn’t always cover both of them fully. “It’s okay,” he murmured against Yuu’s warm skin. “We can properly play later. We’ll have a quick fix to take the edge off, now.” With that, his hand shoved beneath Yuu’s skirt and flipped it up over his hips; Yuu was wearing modest black boy-shorts under the skirt, but even that sight was sexy once Mika had pushed them down to be around his thighs just beneath the plump cheeks. Yuu looked debauched, his fingers curling against the wall, one cheek pressed against it, the eye Mika could see half lidded. He was just as hard as Mika was.

The blond pressed against him again, kissing his cheek and temple; he pushed his shorts down just enough to free his cock and angled it to press right between Yuu’s buttocks, sandwiching the hard length between them.

Yuu moaned, eyes falling shut when Mika’s mouth returned to the back of his neck. Every insistent push of Mika’s hips dragged his cock over Yuu’s sensitive hole, just gliding by, never trying to enter – but the touch alone felt amazing already. It got even better when his loving boyfriend reached around and grasped his neglected cock with one hand, the other arm still firmly around Yuu’s lower abdomen to keep him in place. The tiles beneath his cheek were damp with condensation but the hot water wasn’t the thing that heated Yuu most; it was the bold grip on him, the way Mika’s thumb circled the head on every upstroke, how Mika panted against him and eagerly fucked the narrow cleft between his ass-cheeks, fueled by the adrenaline from the match and the fire of seeing Yuu in this outfit. Yuu groaned and tilted his ass back further; he pawed at the wall. The head of Mika’s cock caught against his tight entrance and he choked back a moan, his cum splashing against the tiles and the inside of his skirt and all over Mika’s hand. Almost simultaneously, he could feel the slick heat of Mika’s release splash against his hole.

They sagged against the wall, panting and with their eyes closed, Yuu’s forehead against the wall, Mika’s against his shoulder. With weak knees, Mika reached over and hit the shower button for a last time, at least to wash away the mess they made. It took a few moments to come down from this exciting encounter, the risk of being caught, Yuu in this outfit, rutting against each other like wild animals in the shower. He kissed Yuu’s neck again.

The shower died, once again, while they were still standing there. Mika would have been happy to cuddle his boyfriend a bit longer, but Yuu was shivering now and squirming in his wet clothes. “Wanna leave?”

Yuu nodded and Mika peeled himself off of his narrow back with a last kiss to his ear. Mika pulled the curtain back carefully and peeked out – the locker room was blissfully empty. He couldn’t wait to get into a dry shirt. Come to think of it…

“…you did bring a change of clothes, right?”

Yuu just blinked at him owlishly.

Mika swore he could hear Shinoa cackle like a witch somewhere.

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Study session had been grueling. It was past eight now and since it was winter it was pitch-black night outside already.

Shinya wrinkled his nose as he reached the door of the university center, feeling the cold air pinch the sensitive inside of his nose just from the blast of air that had hit him the moment he opened the glass door. “Guren, hurry up already,” he whined, turning his head back to the room he had just left – warm, brightly lit, full of people still. His roommate was lagging behind as usual.

“Coming,” Guren called back – and took two more minutes to say goodbye while Shinya shifted his weight from one foot to the other, chin ducked into his huge blue scarf and pulling on his gloves, already cold, but not thinking about just closing the door again. It would be such a hassle if he had to open it again the moment he had let it fall shut because Guren always picked the damnedest moment to do stuff. It was so freaking inconvenient. “Guren!”

“For fuck’s sake, don’t get your panties all twisted. I’m here,” Guren grouched, coming into the hallway and pulling his beanie down over his ears. They were both wearing their winter parkas, thickly lined with lamb’s wool – that had been a two-for-one deal last year at the store they had grabbed up – and winter boots, but the air was still freezing and relentless where it bit into the unprotected parts of their faces. Shinya huddled down into his scarf as they stepped out into the night.

The steps in front of the building were white with snow.

“Ah, look, Guren, it stayed on the ground,” Shinya said delightedly, eyes on the glittering carpet under his feet. It had started snowing earlier when it had been bright outside, fat, fluffy flakes on their ponderous journey to the ground and Shinya had watched them for a good part of study session. To see they hadn’t all melted was worth even the icy cold they had to walk through to get to their shared apartment off campus. Shinya kept his eyes on the snowy ground, setting it steps with care to hear the delightful crunching his soles made against it. Guren grunted at him and shook his head. “Hurry up, now, goodness. You’re not a little kid, Shinya.”

Shinya looked up at the words with his brows lifted high under his fringe. “Ah, you’re horrible,” he chuckled after a moment. “Let me have my fun, you took long enough in there.”

“Well, you could have gone play in the snow like a lunatic while waiting for me couldn’t you.”

Shinya snorted and rolled his eyes. Guren was several paces in front of him, already halfway down the path through the parts of campus that would be green in summer; now the lawn was thickly covered in bright white snow, undisturbed safe for the path Guren was trotting into it so carelessly. The streetlights set all around the lawn made the scene look ethereal, ghostly. Shinya’s lips curved into a mischievous smile as he bent down and scooped up a handful of the pristine snow.

The snowball hit Guren in the back of the head and the loose snow trickled down the back of his collar. “Ah!” He whirled around and spotted Shinya doubled over with laughter. “Shinya! For fuck’s sake, that’s cold!” Shinya waved a hand at him, snickering, unable to speak. “You little bitch,” Guren said slowly, feeling a grin stretch his mouth.

The next moment, he was scooping up snow and pressing it into a round with his gloved palms. He missed Shinya just because the other young man twisted away in the last moment and dove for cover behind a bare tree. “I’ll get you! Get back here!”

“Never!”

Guren chased his roommate around the tree and was greeted with a handful of loose snow to the face. In the moment that he sneezed and wiped at his stinging cheeks, Shinya had dashed off, but waiting in a distance that Guren would easily be able to hit him if he placed a good throw. Guren gathered more snow and dashed after Shinya, who yelped and skidded out of the way, evading a few more snowballs and delivering his own with deadly sniper precision until Guren’s jacket and beanie were covered in white bursts. When the once pristine lawn had been properly messed up by their boots and the scooping of snow, Guren tackled Shinya into a pile of snow that had been left by the side of the road where a plow had come by earlier. “You’re dead,” he vowed, grinning, and Shinya laughed and tipped his head back into the cold mass, his shoulders pinned by Guren’s hands.

When Guren took another handful of snow to rub into Shinya’s laughing face, the white-haired grasped his large scarf, hooked one loop around Guren’s neck, and pulled him down right against his lips. Violet eyes blinked in surprise; Shinya’s lips were as soft as always under his but cold, an interesting contrast to their usual warmth. Their legs were tangled, resting back against the snow wave, Guren’s hands sliding from pinning Shinya’s shoulders to beneath them, propping up from the cold snow and into their kiss. Shinya was smiling, he could almost taste it. Not one of the mindless, thoughtless ones he gave the world; a real one, a blissful one.

Guren pulled back, looking down at Shinya, surrounded by snow glittering like diamonds under the streetlamp’s light, the stars in his eyes, a flush on his gorgeous face. Stunned by the absolute beauty he had captured he didn’t notice the hand flying towards his face, filled with yet more snow, until it was too late. He gagged and lost his precarious perch under Shinya’s roaring laughter, falling off the heap.

Shinya landed atop him a second later, still connected by his scarf around Guren’s neck. Guren groaned in pain when the surprisingly heavy body dropped flat onto his.

A cold face pressed into the side of his neck, Shinya’s warm breath stroking his skin with his laughter. “Wasn’t that fun?” he chuckled, blue eyes sparkling with mirth when he finally lifted his head. “You’re such a brat,” Guren replied flatly.

They hurried home shivering; snow had trickled into their clothes, the cold burrowing into their bones. The apartment was blessedly warm when they did finally get into it, Shinya’s hands too cold to handle the keys in the lock until Guren took over. They separated once they had toed their boots off and hung up the coats and Shinya’s scarf; Shinya changed into warm, more comfortable clothes, sweatpants and thick socks and a sweater and on a whim, because he was still feeling mischievous from the impromptu snowball fight he had goaded Guren into, put on the velvet Santa hat that had come with the outfit he had worn for the group of kindergarteners his little sister was in two weeks ago. He pulled the thick comforter off of his bed – Shinya always needed as much heat as he could get to be able to sleep – and went into the living room, curling up on the couch, wrapped in the large blanket. Guren joined him a moment later and Shinya almost dropped off the couch laughing: Guren was wearing the most hideous holiday sweater there was. It was Christmas red, with white rows of knit-in reindeer cavorting over it in rows. The collar and the hems of its sleeves were green and bunchy, to resemble mistletoe. Shinya felt tears wet his lashes, blood throbbing in his temples. “Oh my god, what…what is…oh god…so ugly…”

“Shut up,” Guren huffed, walking over and flopping down on the couch as well, yanking at Shinya’s comforter until he yielded a piece of it. “It’s warm, okay? I’m fucking freezing.” He wrapped the bit of comforter around himself and watched Shinya in irritable silence until the other young man had calmed down. “Ah, Guren, you make me so happy with the ridiculous shit you do,” he hummed in mirth. He was glared at for his sweet words, but Guren’s arm snaked around his back and yanked him closer against himself. Shinya blinked at him quizzically.

“For warmth,” Guren replied matter-of-factly, raising a brow in challenge to contradict him. Shinya merely smiled and leaned in, curling against the other’s side, his knees tucked up against his chest. This was shaping up to be quite the cozy evening. Guren’s thumb was stroking against the top of his shoulder where the wide collar of Shinya’s collar had slipped almost off of the cap of his shoulder, comfortable in their silence until Shinya turned his head and began kissing along his roommate’s jawline. Guren hummed and let his eyes drift shut; it gave Shinya the boost of confidence, not seeing those sharp violet eyes for a moment, to twist enough to kiss the relaxed mouth just slightly above his. Guren replied in kind – it really was a good day then, Guren was just as likely to push him away half the time. He reminded Shinya of a cat, really, only letting himself be pet when he was in the mood to and no-when else. Shinya was fine with it, really. Guren adored him; he knew the other did, in his own way. With a soft sigh, Shinya dropped his hand into Guren’s lap and smiled against his lips.

Guren’s cock was already swelling. Prolonged kissing, the soft, wet touch of tongues rolling against one another , breaths mingling and swallowed always did this to his roommate – maybe that was why Guren didn’t wanna do it in public? Hmm. Interesting concept.

Shinya’s hand slipped into the loose sweatpants Guren wore and wrapped his long, slender fingers around the half-hard length. His mouth never left the other’s, tenderly battling his tongue even as Guren pulled him closer against his side and turned slightly towards him. He was getting really into this, even though Shinya’s hand was likely still somewhat cool even with the warmth all around them. Shinya gasped into Guren’s mouth when a hand slid into his pants to return the slow, tantalizing handjob he was treating Guren to.

Unlike Guren, Shinya was very vocal. He was already groaning softly from the kisses and the feel of Guren’s cock hardening in his palm alone, but Shinya genuinely whimpered when he was grasped in return.

Precum slicked their fingers very quickly, the heat in their cocoon almost unbearable – for Guren, at least, Shinya reveled in it. His hips were rocking into Guren’s hand, going too slow for his liking, his own fingers massaging the firm flesh he held, enjoying the jerk Guren’s middle made whenever he swiped his thumb over the leaking slit. Their tongues were still touching, but not moving anymore, just panting into each other’s mouth, matching blushed high on their cheeks.

“Brat,” Guren murmured against the plush lips, giving him a firm squeeze and Shinya cried out, tossing his head back for Guren to bury his face against his throat, tongue in the hollow of it as Shinya came all over his hand. His own cock jerked in Shinya’s grip a moment later, returning to favor; Shinya could feel Guren’s moan burrow into his bone marrow, low and velvet and languid.

Guren pressed a kiss to Shinya’s forehead and pulled him close again, nuzzling into his pale hair as they came down slowly.

Shinya stretched and hummed blissfully. He was warm, finally, after all.

“I can’t believe we did this,” he murmured, eyes closing, his temple resting against Guren’s collarbone.

“We do that all the time, Shinya.”

“Let me rephrase. I don’t think you ever wore something as hideous as this whenever we did this.”

“…let me just get it off and we can try again?”

Shinya grinned. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

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Finals are upon us.

Yuu had never felt anything as keenly as this phrase. He sat at the kitchen table in the apartment he shared with Mika, the white-painted wood already dented with scratches and the strokes of pens on paper pressed down into it, trying to cram as much knowledge into his head as possible; his last finals would be next week and he felt woefully unprepared, even if he and Mitsuba had been studying for weeks already. He leaned back and stretched his arms over his head, groaning when his back made sounds like someone sitting down on a bag of chips.

“That doesn’t sound too good. Want a massage, Yuu-chan?” Mika asked as he rounded the corner, catching one of Yuu’s hands in the air and pulling it close to him to kiss the ball of his thumb. Yuu flushed lightly under the square, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

“No, I have to get this done, Mika. We talked about this!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Can’t wait for this study phase to be over already.” Mika sat down across from him, leaning back comfortably, a coffee mug in his hand. Yuu shrugged and went back to his notes, starting from the top – after a moment, a socked foot brushed against his, then up his shin to perch against his kneecap for a moment. “Mika…”

“Hmmm?” his blond boyfriend hummed, smiling at him with an innocence that could only be fake.

“Stop that, I have to study.”

“Study study study…you never do anything else anymore, Yuu-chan. Your shoulders are so tense they’re up by your ears already.” Mika’s foot slid between his thighs and right up into the junction. Yuu’s pen fell from suddenly nerveless fingers. “Mika!”

“Hmmm?”

Yuu made an irritated noise, but he didn’t squirm away from the foot. “Mika, honestly, I have no time…”

“That’s exactly it, Yuu-chan. You haven’t had time in weeks. I’m at the end of my rope here, I truly am. You can take a break. Please take a break. I can be super quick-“

“I can’t believe you,” Yuu replied in exasperation, putting down his pen with more force than was necessary. He scooted his chair back with a quick jerk and Mika’s foot returned to the floor, blue eyes tracking the dark-haired student as he got up, obviously frustrated with Mika’s suggestion, and paced over to the counter planning to yank his thermos from the cupboard, which was usually on the lowest shelf so he could reach it – now he glared up, finding it on the third shelf, too high to reach. “That you would even tell me this, a week from finals, just because you are horny you inconsiderate jerk – “ he rambled on, green eyes firm on the thermos sitting there so innocently just out of reach – who was he kidding, he didn’t even reach the highest shelf with the stepping stool tucked away behind the door – fingers twitching to just reach up, try to grab it, he couldn’t be this short, that was just ridiculous. “I don’t think you understand just how much fucking pressure you are putting on me with this!”

Mika’s warm body stepped up behind him, he hadn’t even heard Mika get up and come over, his taller built easily reaching the thermos and grasping it to bring it down to his short, angry boyfriend. It was snatched out of his hand and Yuu began filling it with coffee from the freshly made jug, completely ignoring the way Mika caged him against the counter with his body when he grasped the edge on either side of Yuu’s waist. Any other time he would have anticipated this, would have tipped his head in a way he knew made Mika eye his neck as if it was a treat and soon after mouth the soft skin, nose brushing through the silky, dark hair, the blond’s hot tongue stroking the slight bumps of his spine – not today. His hands were brusque with anger as he screwed the lid onto the thermos, then turned in the loose circle of Mika’s arms, glaring up at him. Mika blinked down, a pensive, puzzled look on his face. The top of Yuu’s head reached his chin only because his hair was perpetually mussed and that, too, irritated the hell out of the shorter boy today. “Move,” he told him firmly, nudging the thermos against Mika’s chest.

“Yuu…”

“No. I’m angry with you. Get out of the wax.”

With a soft grunt, Mika stepped back, allowing Yuu to slip around him the moment he was able to, thermos slamming onto the table, hands gathering his study material and pushing books and pens and notebooks back into the backpack he had taken them from earlier, still leaning against one table leg. The thermos went in as well as a few of the small bags of snacks Yuu had set out. Uh oh.

“Yuu, come on, where are you going?”

“To be library,” Yuu told him firmly, allowing no protest. “So I can study in peace without being jumped by horndogs!”

Mika kept his mouth shut while Yuu puttered around, still muttering to himself under his breath, and left after shoving his feet into his sneakers. The door slammed and Mika sighed, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He hadn’t meant to make Yuu angry, hadn’t wanted to put any more pressure on him, but…Yuu had been stressed for weeks, so badly that he was neither sleeping nor eating right. He’d toss and turn in bed at night, unable to escape the material he was supposed to learn and the lack of sleep and relaxation only made it harder for it to stick in Yuu’s brain. Watching his beloved, tiny boyfriend fret himself to bits had chewed away at Mika’s composure as well, hating how thin Yuu had been stretched. He had figured a bit of relaxation would take the edge off; maybe he could have tempted Yuu into a nap on the couch even, curled up with him – anything to erase the dark shadows under Yuu’s usually so bright eyes. He had even called Mitsuba the other day, asking for advice, something he usually didn’t do; the other blonde had told him she had just snatched Shinoa, her girlfriend and Yuu’s study partner, and made her relax whether she wanted to or not (she had wanted to, for the record).

Mika, thinking of Yuu’s tiny, but efficient fists when he was riled up – because Yuu was a brawler, short as he was, even though it was always Mika who ended his fights – didn’t want to take his chances with that approach. He had settled for seduction instead, or had tried to, before he had begun blabbering nonsense under Yuu’s quelling glare. He hadn’t gotten to explain himself before Yuu had snapped from stress and fled. There had to be another approach, because hell if Mika didn’t manage to help his beloved. He had to apologize, too. Little hard to attempt when Yuu wouldn’t give him the time of day – Mika had to be sneaky about this.

A plan took form in his mind.

Yuu was still huffing to himself when he arrived at the library that was just up the street from their shared apartment. Normally he would have been living in a dorm on campus, but his uncle’s husband had insisted on letting him live in his apartment – Shinya was all but moved in with Guren anyway. Free rent, a nice spacious place, being able to live with Mika: pure heaven in Yuu’s opinion. Usually.

He threw his backpack onto a table at one of the windows so he could bask in the sunshine, preferring natural light over lamps at any given time. The day was cool and the air crisp but the sun was beaming in a bright cerulean sky. Yuu sighed softly as he sat down at the chair closest to the window, head tilted up. Blue like Mika’s eyes. I shouldn’t have snapped at him like that…

Yuu pulled his notes and textbook from his backpack and got back to work. The library was almost empty at this time of day; late morning, so close to lunch that not many students could be bothered with study work right now. It was nice and quiet and the place smelled of books, that somewhat dusty scent that Yuu loved. He pushed his glasses up his nose and sighed; barely twenty minutes into copying notes from class carefully and his mind was wandering already.

Yuu leaned back against his chair and stretched, arms above his head with a soft whine in his throat. He let his forearms bend at the elbow and drop to rest behind his head, tilting his face towards the warmth of the sun – and froze. Oh, that bastard.

In front of the window, on the path leading around the building and leaning against the low stone wall that acted as a fence, was Mika. One of his long legs, wrapped in skinny jeans, was casually crossed over the other at the ankle, hips tilted, that goddamn jacket open over his tight white t-shirt. Black leather, soft as kid gloves, stretching over his shoulders. Yuu knew exactly how the jacket smelled – like Mika and Mika’s cologne and warm and like home – knew exactly how it felt under his hands when Mika snatched him close and kissed him right on the street and all he could do was grasp the supple leather and hold on for dear life or be swept away by heat. One arm lifted, slowly, idly, to bring a lit cigarette to Mika’s full, gorgeously cut lips so he could take a deep drag. A breeze ruffled his ashblond hair, effortlessly falling perfectly around his face again, with his luminous blue eyes half-lidding when his lips parted to exhale, a long, thin stream of smoke curling and lost to the wind.

His boyfriend was a goddamn walking Calvin Klein ad.

Mika caught his eyes from across the way and smiled. Yuu huffed and closed his eyes, turning his face away, furious with himself for getting caught staring like that. As if Mika hadn’t counted on that, the asshole knew perfectly well what that jacket did to Yuu. It had a similar effect to those thigh-high boots Mika had bought on a whim a while back…

Across from him, a chair was pulled out and someone sat down. “I don’t like it when you smoke,” Yuu told his boyfriend in what he hoped sounded like a cross tone. If Mika ever found out what the sight of the blond enjoying one of those cancer sticks did to Yuu he would only encourage Mika in this unhealthy behavior.

“You know I only do that when you’re angry at me, Yuu-chan,” Mika replied with a half-smile.

“Stop trying to guilt trip me, you know that’s not true. What the hell are you doing here.”

“I was taking a walk.”

“Bullshit.”

Mika made a soft sound and clutched at his chest as if physically wounded by Yuu’s words. “Yuu-chan is so cruel.”

“Mika,” Yuu said in a tone that sounded infinitely patient and was anything but, “I honestly, sincerely have no time for your crap today.” For the second time today, Yuu jerked his chair back, got up, and left Mika sitting there. It was a short way into the veritable maze of bookshelves that occupied half of the library building, the other half being tables and chairs for studying as well as the front desk, occupied by a young woman working on her computer right now. It was darker back here as there were no windows along these walls, the scent of inked pages stronger. Yuu didn’t even need a book from back here; he just didn’t want to snap at Mika again. Fleeing his boyfriend’s inquisitive eyes seemed like the best idea right now. Yuu knew, rationally, that Mika was only concerned for his health, which had undeniably suffered during the past weeks. He also knew that Mika wasn’t used to going so long without fucking Yuu and that this, along with the concern, was chewing on him. He himself was wound up in coils too, but even if his body was whining for Mika’s his mind was too preoccupied to indulge them. Just one more week. One more. Mika knew that!

Mika had also followed him back here, of course. “Yuu.” The shorter boy whirled around, a retort sharp on his tongue but Mika cornered him in the dead-end he had fled into, two long rows of bookshelves that almost reached the ceiling in height connecting right with the wall, Mika’s arms trapping Yuu against it, books on either side of him blocking the view from the other narrow corridors made by the shelves. Mika’s mouth sank against his, the taste of the cigarette still faintly clinging to his lips which made Yuu’s nose wrinkle and heat coil low in his belly at the same time because it tasted disgusting but it brought back the sight of Mika leaning against that wall and damn if the image wasn’t hot. “I’m sorry,” Mika murmured against his lips and Yuu shuddered, leaning up on his toes to chase the tempting mouth when the blond pulled back. He was granted another peck, one of Mika’s hands sliding to his waist to steady him. Even with Yuu on his tip-toes, Mika still had to lean down a bit to kiss him. “I’m sorry I made you mad. I meant well, truly.”

Yuu made a non-committal noise, a pout on his mouth as he turned his face away. Whenever Mika, the absolute stereotype of ‘bad boy’ – from the way he dressed to the way he talked to other people and carried himself, not to mention the rough crowd he kept as friends – was this sweet with him, only him, Yuu couldn’t help but feel special. His boyfriend knew perfectly well how to butter him up. That tempting mouth pressed against his neck next, the sensitive spot right under his ear. “Yuu,” Mika purred, his thumb stroking where he gripped him, coming dangerously close to his nipple over his soft, red hoodie. “Baby, come on…you’re too tense. You’ve been tense for weeks. This can’t go on.”

“I don’t have-“

“-time, I know. You don’t have time. But you can’t keep doing this even if it’s just one more week because like this, stressed as you are, you’re gonna fail your finals. And I’ll be going insane, too.” Yuu was pressed against the wall when Mika brushed up against him fully. Even in his tight pants, Yuu could feel him hard and insistent, rubbing against Yuu’s hip. Yuu bit his lower lip.

“Let’s make a deal…” he began, cheeks flushing rosy with Mika’s mouth curving against his neck again, gently sucking at his pulse point. “Ah; there won’t be time for a full session, but, um…mm…like, a blowjob would be okay…right? Just until next week…”

“Yeah…” Mika breathed, leaning his forehead against Yuu’s temple. “Yeah, that’s totally okay.”

Yuu smiled, relieved that Mika had agreed to his terms so easily – maybe he needed to use logic and compromises with his headstrong boyfriend more often – that was, until Mika drew back…and flicked open the button of the tight jeans he wore. “What are you doing?”

“You said I was getting a blowjob.”

“I meant at home!”

“Well you should have specified that, Yuu-chan, how am I supposed to know that when I’m horny now?”

Yuu made a noise of panicked exasperation, his face almost as red as his hoodie, green eyes darting back and forth between Mika’s smiling face and his crotch. Whenever he looked down, Mika saw his lashes seemingly lengthen behind the curve of his glasses. “You should be quiet, too, we don’t want the lady at the front desk to notice anything, right?” Mika kissed the warm cheek and grasped Yuu’s wrists, pushing them behind his back and, with a few quick flicks of his hands, had tied a knot into his sleeves, trapping his hands inside, one in each. Yuu hiccupped a gasp. “Mika-!”

“Shh. Come on, Yuu. It’ll be quick, like you said.” Mika lowered his flustered boyfriend to his knees in front of him, trapped between Mika and the wall, hands effectively bound behind him. He whined without words, but eyes were riveted to Mika’s hand and how it was slowly dragging down his zipper, the quick shifts of Mika’s hips as he shimmied the tight pants down enough to free his cock, fully hard and angrily throbbing. His lips parted, his little pink tongue darting out to wet the upper tier. If not for the hungry expression coming over Yuu’s fine features at the sight of it, Mika would have stopped this as a joke – to continue at home as soon as possible, naturally – but like this…like this, his blood was heating, feeding directly into the insistent erection. “Come on,” he murmured again into the anticipation between them, just to say something, and took a hold of his cock, angling it to press the head against Yuu’s plush lower lip in a slow swipe. His pre-cum glossed it and Yuu hummed, tongue darting out again to lick it off before those bright green eyes, hazy with lust, flicked up to Mika’s face. “Don’t make me swallow,” he grumbled under his breath, trying to keep up his hesitant façade. “I didn’t take mints with me.”

“Alright,” Mika replied and rocked his hips to push the thick head against his boyfriend’s soft mouth again. This time, the tip slid inside, greeted and welcomed by Yuu’s warm, slick tongue smoothing over the slit; Yuu’s eyes drooped a little. Mika’s hands brushed into the wild, dark silk of his hair. His eyes closed only for a second, groaning softly against the slick, hot massage of Yuu’s mouth against his neglected cock; it had been so long since Yuu had touched him like this, so willingly too, so eager. Even with his hands on his back Yuu was arching into him, having to sit up on his knees and even strain a little to reach Mika’s cock, it had to be tilted down to slide into Yuu’s mouth. The brunet hummed, then moaned softly when the head dragged over his tongue, enticing his taste buds and involuntarily making him swallow. Mika knotted both hands in his hair and rocked into the sweet cavern. Yuu wasn’t able to take him fully, not like this and after so much time since the last time he ‘practiced’, but it was heaven either way; the insistent, heated suction, the soft little grunts of exertion and enjoyment that vibrated right now the length, the way Yuu’s hair felt between his fingers. The exhilaration of making Yuu suck him off in such a public space. Anyone could round the corner at any given time and catch them; Mika gritted his teeth against that thought.

He kept his eyes on his lovely little boyfriend. Yuu was a vision on his knees, eyes almost closed, only the barest glimmer of green between the thick feathering fans of his dark lashes, so focused on his task. His glasses were the slightest bit fogged up from his heavy breathing and the heat of Mika’s body so close to his face. Mika could see his slender throat move every time he had collected a mouthful of pre-cum and saliva and swallowed it.

Come to think of it – Yuu had asked him not to come in his mouth. If his sweet boyfriend was willing to do this for him, in his important study phase, in a fucking library, Mika could do as much for him. A devious smile curved his mouth as an idea struck him.

Mika held the other’s head, stopping the eager little back-and-forth motions Yuu had made, and began rocking his hips, sliding in and out, fucking the shorter boy’s mouth. Yuu gave only a startled gasp before going slack in his grip and taking it – Mika groaned. He couldn’t look away from the sight of his cock spreading Yuu’s plush mouth almost obscenely wide, pushing in against the soft throat and feeling the little spasms of Yuu fighting his gag reflex every time he did, the way his cock would re-emerge slick and shiny, how trails of drools escaped the corners of Yuu’s mouth to dribble down his chin and onto the fabric of his hoodie, staining it crimson in small droplets. It was a good thing Mika had such self-control holding in the moans he felt in his throat, and also that his dick was all but gagging Yuu or they would certainly be caught.

Yuu looked up at him with those gorgeous green eyes liquid and darkened with lust and Mika lost it; he all but yanked Yuu’s head back, vaguely remembering the promise he had made, and the first as well as the second spurt of his orgasm hit Yuu across the bridge of the nose, splattering against one lens of his glasses, a few droplets catching in his bangs. Mika bit his tongue around a groan and grasped his cock with one hand, Yuu’s chin with the other and held him right where he was when Yuu was jerking back. The next shot hit the second lens, the fourth barely missed Yuu’s open, panting mouth and messed up his chin. The last few droplets were rubbed against the apple of Yuu’s soft, blush-burning cheek, leaving a shiny, sticky film.

Yuu groaned when he was finally let go. “Mika, what the…fuck…”

“You said you don’t want it in your mouth,” Mika reasoned, grinning widely – it wasn’t as if Yuu could see it and scold him for it, after all, and he couldn’t wipe the cum from his glasses to be able to see with his hands still behind his back.

“I didn’t mean it like that! I wasn’t….oh, ew…would you please let me…”

Mika took pity on him. He tucked himself away, wincing when he zipped up his pants again, his cock still wet from Yuu’s mouth, then sank to one knee in front of his fussy boyfriend, reaching around to undo the tightened knot in the sleeves. “Hey, Yuu,” he told him quietly, still grinning. “Didn’t see that coming, huh?”

Yuu didn’t reply, but he leaned in…and wiped his sticky face on Mika’s shirt firmly. “You’ll get that back when we get home, bitch,” the brunet snarled at his boyfriend, finally able to see Mika’s face go from smug grin to disgusted shock.

“Yuu!”

“Get me home, Mika.”

The blond didn’t have to be told twice.

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“I still don’t get it,” Yoichi sighed, dropping his head into his hands. In front of him lay an open textbook, next to him, Mika reached over to pat his back.

“You’ll get it. Don’t worry; let’s start from the top?” The blond really was as patient as a saint – Yoichi was very grateful his classmate Yuu’s best friend had agreed to tutor him when he was struggling so much. Needless to say, in this particular topic, everyone else had made fun of him instead of helping when he asked for answers. Mika had smiled at him with his clear blue eyes half closed and ruffled his hair. The blond was a year older than them and two classes up, having skipped one when he had been younger. Yoichi figured it wasn’t due to Mika’s tutoring that he didn’t understand this particular topic.

“I suppose…” he sighed, straightening up. Mika’s hand slid into his tousled, cinnamon brown hair at the back of his head, teasingly tugging the strands.

“Don’t give up. Nothing is so complex that it can’t be broken down into its parts and put back together so it makes sense, okay?”

Yoichi nodded and had to smile. His soft sage green eyes dropped down to where Mika was fiddling with a pen between his fingers. Come to think of it, Mika’s fingers were kind of beautiful – quick, long, slender, an artist’s hands. The elegant digits flicked the pen back and forth with incredible dexterity, certainly more interesting than the bio homework he had to finish today so it could be handed in tomorrow. “Yoichi?”

“Ah, yes! I’m sorry! I spaced out…” A light flush took his cheeks. “Yes, please, start from the beginning again, Mika.”

“So, reproduction,” Mika repeated, leaning forth a bit to read from the top of the page again. He explained each sentence he read, tried to phrase it differently so Yoichi would understand. Honestly, not even Yuu was this slow on the uptake of stuff usually. It was as if Yoichi didn’t want to learn this – Mika knew the petite brunet was usually really clever. A devious smile curved his mouth. “Yoichi, could it be that you’re embarrassed by the topic?”

The blush deepened until it encompassed Yoichi’s ears. “No!” he squeaked, shaking his head. Mika’s smile grew larger. “Are you sure? It’s not that difficult, really, unless you block yourself from the knowledge…”

Yoichi whined softly. “Mika…I really don’t want to talk about it at all!”

So Mika had been right – Yoichi was embarrassed by the mention of sex. “It’s perfectly natural, you know? Feels nice, too.”

“Mika-!”

“Haven’t you ever…?”

Yoichi clapped his hands in front of his burning face. After a few moments, he slightly shook his head. “Hmmm well,” Mika mused thoughtfully, a plan forming in his head. “I suppose nothing of this will stick if you can’t imagine it, you know?” He reached out, putting his fingers under Yoichi’s chin to turn his face to him. “Let me make this a little…more hands-on.”

One by one, Yoichi’s hands were peeled from his face by those fingers and replaced by Mika’s lips, brushing against his cheek. Mika’s hands curled around Yoichi’s so he couldn’t raise them in front of his face again while his soft mouth made the journey over the younger boy’s smooth skin – flawless, Mika noticed, even touching him just with his lips. Yoichi’s skin was like porcelain. The blond kissed along that cheek, pressed one just below his eye next to his nose…then the tip of it, nipping it playfully. “That’s nice, yes?”

Almost imperceptively, Yoichi nodded. It did feel nice. And he did have a crush on Mika – to a degree. He had always thought it was rude to be crushing on someone one of his best friends had a crush on as well, and more claim to him; Mika was Yuu’s best friend since kindergarten after all, if anyone was going to be Mika’s boyfriend, Yoichi had always thought it would be Yuu. Well, if Mika wanted to show him now, he certainly wouldn’t protest. It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime chance.

Mika’s mouth slanted against his while Yoichi was still deep in thought; it surprised him so much he drew back, only to have the blond follow him, a hand curling into his soft brown hair to keep him right where he needed to stay for Mika to kiss him. It started soft, light – chaste, but it didn’t stay that way after Yoichi made the first soft sound, a blend between a sigh and a whimper. The tiny noise thrilled right down Mika’s spine. Yoichi’s hands tangled in the front of Mika’s shirt when the blond pulled him closer, close enough that their thighs touched; the world tilted and Yoichi was on Mika’s lap, sideways, their mouth never letting up. His ears were burning but he didn’t want to stop, it felt too good, especially when Mika’s tongue glided in between his lips like silk and against his in a caress so wet and intimate that it made him mewl again. The sound was swallowed by Mika’s insistent mouth. “So,” the blond purred when he pulled back just enough to press his lips to Yoichi’s neck again. “What exactly are you struggling with?”

It took Yoichi a moment before he realized Mika was talking about the homework. He still thinks about that now?! Yoichi’s brain had turned to mush, pleasant white noise drowning out everything that was not Mika’s mouth, Mika’s hands on his waist and thigh, Mika’s warm body against his. “Uh,” he replied eloquently, drawing his plush lower lip into his mouth to set his teeth into it, nervously. A low chuckle dusted against his neck and made him shiver. “I have an idea,” Mika’s smooth voice said against his ear. “To help you remember all important erogenous zones, we should explore them.” He didn’t give him time to protest or agree. “Yes, I think that’s the best way.” One of his hands, so skilled, was already flicking open the buttons of the brunet’s shirt and Yoichi didn’t have it in him to protest. Before long, Mika had undone his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders to let it tangle in the bend of his elbows. His mouth ran along the younger boy’s collarbone and Yoichi’s breath hitched. “Anywhere the skin is thin and less exposed to sun and wind is going to be sensitive,” Mika explained, quietly, his tongue lapping briefly in the hollow of his throat, soft little strokes as if a cat was drinking cream from a shallow bowl. “Here…” Yoichi’s racing pulse was kissed, the soft spot behind his earlobe. “Here, too…and here.”

Yoichi gasped when Mika’s fingers strummed one of his nipples. Arousal raced through him like wildfire from just that touch alone, the mere knowledge that Mika was touching him like this, going out of his way to make him feel good and help him remember. His head dropped to Mika’s shoulder, gasping and groaning into his shirt, his face burning, while the blond’s fingers stroked his body; his nipples until they were so hard every shift of air around them tingled, his ribs until he squirmed, his navel until his belly quivered. “Mika…hah…”

“Yes? Do you remember, now?” It wasn’t all fair, Mika figured – erogenous zones weren’t part of what Yoichi had to write down for homework and certainly not what he needed to pass the test next week, but the boy was too cute to pass up, soft and pliant and kind. And he wasn’t protesting at all, no, he was arching into his touches even though he didn’t ask for them verbally. Mika was all about body language.

“Ah, yes…mm…” There was that cute mewl again. There was no way he could resist it, or the brunet’s pretty, flushed face, his green eyes so dazed with pleasure.

“Of course, that’s not all of them…” He almost felt bad pushing his cupped hand between Yoichi’s slender thighs for the next part of his lesson, his arm around his slight waist. The other hand was still drawing circles around the shallow indent of his navel. The poor kid was rock hard already and trying to squeeze his legs together to hide it – it had to hurt somewhat. “Being touched here feels very, very nice.”

“I, mm, yes…”

Well, if that wasn’t an encouragement, Mika didn’t know what was. The button of Yoichi’s pants was slid from the hole, the zipper drawn down and Mika spread the other’s thighs with a decisive pull so he could slide his hand right inside his fly. His long fingers curled around Yoichi’s cock and the boy mewed right into his ear, all but clinging to him, Mika’s shirt fisted in his hands. His warm, damp breath was panting erratically against his neck already. Mika’s fingertips brushed the boy’s balls, ticklish, and a hot, wet rush slid against Mika’s wrist and into his palm. Yoichi cried out softly against his neck and shuddered, body-long.

He smiled into the soft cinnamon strands. “Mm, already? It must have felt very good…and we weren’t even done with the lesson.”

Yoichi said nothing for a long moment, panting with soft shivers running through him. Mika curled his hand, slick with creamy cum, and languidly stroked the still-hard prick.

“I…it’s…it’s not?”

Mika grinned at the breathy whisper. “No, Yoichi, there’s so much more…”

“…show me.” Damn if the kid didn’t have backbone, honestly. Mika nodded, kissed his temple, and shifted him to lean over the desk, putting him onto his own feet, his chest balanced against the open textbook. “Wha…?!”

“There’s one more spot.” Mika slipped the other boy’s pants down to pool around Yoichi’s ankles; his underwear was tugged right along, leaving the soft round cheeks bare, lifted up just the slightest bit. He kept his hand around Yoichi’s dick while the fingertip of his other hand stroked against the trembling puckered entrance he found; Yoichi cried out in surprise and put a curled hand to his mouth. “M-Mika…”

“Shh, it’s okay. All part of the lesson.” Mika’s blue eyes were fixed to the pink little hole; it looked incredibly tight, of course it was, Yoichi was completely new to this. He pressed his fingertip against it a bit more firmly, poking it and Yoichi cried out, setting his teeth against the ball of his thumb to muffle his noises. That wouldn’t do. “You can make noise, it’s okay. It’s better that way.” Yoichi’s ass was too tight to finger him like this; Mika hadn’t brought lube when he had come over, this was a spontaneous thing after all. Thinking quick, he reached around and slipped two of his fingers into Yoichi’s mouth, spawning a surprised squeak from the brunet. Sage green eyes flicked to him, a quizzical glint in them and Mika gave him a reassuring smile as if he wasn’t still holding on to the cock, thumb idly rubbing the tight smooth balls, and had his fingers on Yoichi’s tongue. “You have to get them wet,” he explained, voice throaty. Hesitantly, Yoichi’s tongue moved to lick against them, lathering the elegant fingers with thick ribbons of spit. Mika moved his hand, thumb slipping up Yoichi’s taint to rub against the sensitive little pucker again, slowly, in small circles. Yoichi’s eyes glazed over with arousal, fixed on Mika’s.

The younger boy made an enticing picture, bent over his desk, thighs spread as far as they would go with his pants around his legs still, his soft mouth stuffed with Mika’s fingers and distractedly sucking them, overwhelmed with the sensations Mika was teasing out of his body. The blond hadn’t thought it would be this easy, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Yoichi made soft little mews and gasps, muffled by his fingers, just loud enough to tantalize. He needed more. Pulling his fingers out of Yoichi’s mouth made a thin strong of clear drool snap back against his full lower, glossing it; it was promptly drawn back between his teeth to bite the plush tier when Mika brought the wet tip of his index finger to the entrance he had been rubbing, swirling it around just inside the snug rim. “Ahh…”

“Just relax.” Mika smiled, slowly, so very slowly sliding the long digit inside. It was hot, and so very tight, smooth in a way that made him shiver. Yoichi was gasping, his hands curled and grasping at the table next to his face, his cheek pressed against one of the textbooks; his cheeks were brightly flushed again, eyes glassy, mouth wet and open; he had his eyes trained in Mika, who was still in his desk chair, but they didn’t seem to see him really. All his attention was focused behind him, on the odd feeling of being entered like this. Mika’s finger didn’t really hurt, too thin to stretch him very wide but his hole protested with erratic clenching around the slick digit. The mere idea that Mika had his finger inside him in such a way sent him out of his mind and firmly into his body, feeling every move, every slide, the way Mika was stroking the inside of his trembling thigh soothingly – before Yoichi could fully process what was going on, Mika was inside him to the third knuckle and slowly circling his finger against the tight walls. When Yoichi put a hand in front of his mouth to muffle the embarrassing noises he made, Mika let go of his thigh and pulled his hand away from his face to grasp the edge of the desk instead. Yoichi gave an almost distressed whimper.

The whimper melted into a high-pitched mewl dotted with panting gasps when Mika located the last sweet spot he had wanted to show the brunet. He stroked his fingertip against it gently, curling the digit in a come-hither motion until Yoichi was moaning softly, his knuckles white where he gripped the desk, eyes closed and lashes wet. It was too adorable, really. Mika’s eyes were glued to the sublime, heated body, from the way Yoichi’s knees were barely holding him up with the onslaught of pleasure on his very core to the wide open mouth that was drooling ever so slightly onto the pages beneath his cheek, turning them dark with moisture, the ink rubbing off onto Yoichi’s face in turn, a dark smear against his soft jawline. His shirt was still tangled around his middle, the dark blue complimenting his pale skin. Yoichi was so soft and pliant and submissive under Mika’s hands it gave the blond a veritable rush; the noises he made weren’t loud but so very sweet, needy and pleading – Mika couldn’t get enough. He pressed the pad of his finger against the sensitive spot and tapped it quickly; Yoichi took half a minute of this abuse before he came a second time, almost violently, splattering the rug below the desk and one of Mika’s sneakers. The string of mewls and moans dropping from his mouth barely rose in volume but in insistency; by the end he was almost sobbing.

When his legs gave out finally, Mika withdrew his hand and pulled Yoichi into his lap, arms around his body and lips against the side of his warm, flushed face. “It’s okay,” he murmured, mouth curving into a light smile. “If you can’t remember after this, we can just do it again…” Mika held him tighter, thumb smoothing book ink from the side of his face with care.

Yoichi shot him a tired look…but there was definite intrigue nestled into his soft green eyes.

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“Mika,” said Yuu. “I’m bored.”

“Well what do you wanna do then?”

Yuu huffed, staring at the ceiling. He was lying on his back, his head on his boyfriend’s belly, Mika’s hand in his hair, winding his soft dark strands around long, tapered fingers like chocolate rings. It was comfortable, but Mika wasn’t even paying attention to him; the blond’s other hand held up a paperback as he reclined against the headboard. They had studied for a while but migrated to Yuu’s bed when they had gotten tired of math problems – Mika was reading some thriller now, and Yuu was bored of being idly pet. “Wanna go outside?”

Mika glanced at the window, a doubtful expression crossing his face. “It’s raining.” That was putting it mildly. Rain was pelting the window and the branches of the tree in front of Yuu’s house were being bent towards the ground quite viciously by the wind that came with the storm. As if to underline Mika’s words, thunder rumbled across the asphalt grey sky. Yuu huffed, face turning dour. “We could play boardgames,” Mika suggested, willing to indulge his boyfriend; he put a marker into his novel and set it aside, onto the nightstand next to Yuu’s bed. Yuu merely groaned in reply as if the mere thought of that was suffering enough. Mika grinned. “You used to like boardgames so much,” he teased him, finger prodding at Yuu’s soft cheek. “You used to call over all the time, like, Mika pleaaase please play with me! and then I’d wreck you at Monopoly.”

Gem-green eyes flicked to his with a flat look. “I was seven and you were cheating.”

“No, you’re just really bad at Monopoly. Even now.”

“You can’t know tha-“

“Shinoa told me.”

Yuu huffed. “That bitch! That was confidential.”

“You played a confidential game of Monopoly with your squad?” Mika grinned down at him, poking his cheek again. “You’re such a dork.”

Mika received a glare for that. “And you’re a dick.” Yuu’s teeth closed around his finger in a nip – instead of pulling away, Mika pushed the digit into the warm mouth to the second knuckle. Doing the exact opposite of what Yuu was expecting always threw his cute boyfriend for a loop; watching him sputter was one of Mika’s favorite pastimes. This time, though, it was Yuu who surprised him – a glint in his eyes, he rolled his tongue against the caught finger, and gently sucked at the slim length. The feel of that familiar suction rose a slow burn of immediate arousal and by the grin forming on Yuu’s face, that had been very obvious on Mika’s face. “Yeah,” Mika breathed, stroking the soft, wet tongue in return. “We can do that, too.”

Yuu flipped himself around and shuffled to be aligned with Mika, half over him, leaning up to push their parted lips together. They each took their preferred position: Yuu’s bottom lip between Mika’s, his own upper lip between Yuu’s, like puzzle pieces that matched up perfectly. Yuu’s chest pressed against his, one of the darkhaired boy’s thighs sliding between both of his, Mika’s hands in his hair, warm and familiar and exciting nonetheless. There was nothing Mika loved more than Yuu’s body against his in any way possible, the thrill that ran down his spine when Yuu’s tongue licked against his, only trumped by the sight of Yuu coming undone beneath him – or atop him, that was a pretty good sight too. Come to think of it, that was a good idea, letting Yuu burn off all that restless energy while riding his dick…Mika smiled against the mouth on his, one of his hands cupping Yuu’s cheek.

Their shirts came off one right after the other, the quick pull mussing their hair – Yuu’s more so than Mika’s as he had a bedhead to begin with – both teens groaning into each other’s mouths as their bare skin touched, brushed like silk, and Yuu straddled Mika’s lap with his arms around his neck to allow the blond to suck at his throat, just beneath his chin.

Yuu’s hands slid down his front to fumble with the fly of his jeans, fingers not as nimble as usual because Mika’s mouth was distracting him.

The doorbell rang. Yuu’s fingers curled around his dick. It rang again. Mika’s eyes snapped open with a growl. “Who the fuck-“ Yuu distracted him with a kiss.

There was a beat of silence – but just as Mika figured whoever wanted inside was gone, it rang again. Incessantly.

Mika growled and set Yuu aside, grasping him by the waist and setting him down on the bed; without bothering to do up his pants, he marched downstairs, fully prepared to give whoever was being so annoying a piece of his mind. He yanked open the door, cerulean eyes gleaming with malice in the sudden flash of lightning crossing the sky-

Wide, sage-green eyes stared up at him in shock from beneath drenched strands of hair sticking to the soft face, darkened to a chocolate instead of their normal cinnamon brown, a hand in the air as if he had yanked it back from the doorbell when the door had opened so suddenly.

“Yoichi?”

“M-Mika…um…”

“Hey, who is it?” came Yuu’s voice from the hallway, abruptly jerking Mika out of his staring at the young, petite boy who right now had the charming look of a drowned bunny in headlights; he tugged his pants up, acutely aware that he was shirtless and basically had his dick hanging out. In front of Yoichi. Who was the very definition of angelic virgin.

“Um,” he replied, stepping aside for the other to come in. “It’s Yoichi.”

“Oh! Did you forget your key again?” Yuu grinned, coming fully down the stairs. At least the button of his pants was still done up. “No one’s home huh?” Yoichi stepped inside the house, shivering in absolutely drenched clothing – jeans and a hoodie – that stuck to his slim body. It looked like he fell into a river, not walked home in the rain. Yoichi lived right next door, and he was notoriously prone to forgetting his keys. Usually someone was home to let him in regardless, or he would wait on the back patio until someone came home.

“I thought I’d hang with you until the rain stopped,” he told Yuu, timidly glancing at Mika’s bare chest again, level with his flushed face. “But, um, if you’re busy…”

“Nonsense,” chirped Yuu, catching an incredulous look from Mika, who was of the opinion that they had been very busy right now with pressing matters, but honestly – he didn’t have the heart to throw Yoichi out, not when the little brunet flinched like this with each roll of thunder. “Yeah, we’re not busy,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. But like hell he would do up his pants. The embarrassed look was a good one on Yoichi in his opinion. Soft green eyes flickered over his body again and Yoichi flushed deeper, a bright blush in his cheeks that went all the way to the tips of his ears. Now that was flattering.

“Ugh, you’re so wet,” Yuu said, tugging at Yoichi’s hair and shaking droplets of cool rain water off his fingers. “Do you want a shower or something? Come on, you need to get warm or you’ll catch a cold.” His hand went around Yoichi’s wrist to pull the other brunet along with him; Mika followed at a calmer pace. By the time he arrived back in Yuu’s bedroom, his boyfriend was already bullying Yoichi into the bathroom while simultaneously tugging at his wet clothing, no matter how the boy protested. Mika leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms in front of his chest with a light smirk. Yuu was a force of nature when he was enthusiastic about something – and judging by how eager he was to get Yoichi’s clothes off, this was less concern for his friend and more a devious plan to get rid of his boredom. Mika didn’t mind one bit. The two brunets were the same degree of beauty; Yuu more exotic with his bright eyes and dark hair contrasting his smooth skin so well, Yoichi softer, with an angel’s face and paler skin. Both green-eyed. Hmm. Such a coincidence…

The shower started up and Yuu came up to him, arms looping around his bare waist with a smirk in the corner of his plush mouth. “Mika~”

“I take it you’re not bored anymore.”

Yuu grinned wider. “Did you see the way he looked at you?”

“I did.”

“He has such a crush on you, you know.”

Mika lifted a brow. Interesting. “Does he, now?”

Yuu nodded, leaning up to tug on Mika’s lower lip with his teeth. “Don’t you think he’s cute?”

“I suppose, sure. Why, do you want to pawn me off to him? I didn’t realize you were that bored…” Mika teased, uncrossing his arms to put them over Yuu’s shoulders, fingers lightly tangled behind his head. Yuu rolled his eyes. “Tch, no, of course not. I’m not giving you up.” Another kiss, and another, until wet tongues slid against one another again. “But I might share you,” Yuu murmured against his mouth.

“You don’t seem like the sharing type usually, Yuu.”

“Yeah…but I think he’s pretty cute, too…”

“You’re devious.”

“And you’re horny,” Yuu shot back with a snort. “Let’s try it out. Him. I want to.” Mika wasn’t the kind of boyfriend that told the guy he loved no just because of some old-fashioned possession trope.

“Okay.”

“I’m gonna cr- wait, what? Really?”

“Yeah.” Mika smiled at the gobsmacked look on Yuu’s face and leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you, Yuu. That’s not going to change just because you desire someone else, too.” The beaming smile he received was as bright as sunshine.

The shower turned off while they were kissing again, turning each other up to the task that lay before them – convince Yoichi to pass this grey, dreary rainy afternoon having sex with them. At least they didn’t have to charm Yoichi out of his clothing, he came back into the room wrapped in one of the big, fluffy towels Yuu liked, which covered him from the shoulders almost to the knees. Seeing them by the door and so close together, the petite brunet stopped and blinked. “Um. Thank you, guys. Yuu, can I borrow some clothes?”

Yuu smiled widely and positively skipped over. “What for? Come on, let’s sit here.” He tugged Yoichi over to his bed and all but pushed the smaller brunet to sit on the edge – then sat beside him. Mika pushed himself from the doorframe and sauntered over as well, pulling the door closed in the same motion. Yoichi looked more curious that nervous – that was a good sign. “I have a way to warm you up”, Yuu said, always too brash and forward for his own good, and brushed his mouth against Yoichi’s neck, who squeaked and jerked away in surprise…

Right into Mika’s arms, who had sat down on his other side. The blond smirked at his boyfriend over Yoichi’s head. “He likes me better.”

“Tch! Now, maybe! I’ll change that,” Yuu huffed, taking Yoichi’s hand into both of his and looked at him keenly. “Yoichi, I am going to kiss you now.”

Mika rolled his eyes with a groan in second-hand embarrassment. “Oh my god.”

To their shared surprise, Yoichi giggled, reaching out with his free hand to pat Yuu’s head. “Okay. Sure, Yuu. It’s a good joke.”

“You don’t believe me?!” Yuu scowled at Mika’s snickering. “Shut up, blondie!” Mika snorted in amusement and buried his face against the back of Yoichi’s neck to stifle his chortles – Yoichi turned an enticing shade of rose.

“Guys…”

“No,” Yuu cut him off, huffing. “I am serious. And Mika is too!”

“I am,” Mika added, silkily, his lips moving against Yoichi’s neck…the smaller brunet gave a soft moan, trembling in the air. It stopped all motion for a moment; Yoichi blushed brighter and ducked his head in embarrassment, Yuu and Mika stared at him…then shared a look over Yoichi’s shoulder. Mika smiled against the curve of Yoichi’s shoulder. It was all they needed to hear as far as consent went.

Mika placed a soft, sucking kiss against the bit of pale, creamy skin in front of his mouth and felt the younger boy shudder; Yoichi’s gasp was swallowed by Yuu’s mouth brushing back against his. Two mouths on him made him quite pliant very quickly, leaning back against Mika’s chest, who wrapped his arms around the slim waist and sucked a bright mark against the curve of his neck. Yuu slipped his tongue between the soft, parted lips and scooted closer, lifting one of Yoichi’s legs over his lap, the other leg on the bed on his other side. The towel slid up with the new position and Yuu crowding between Yoichi’s thighs, revealing the full length of his legs. Mika grasped the towel and gave it a small, subtle tug - it slipped down, the folded in corner loosening, to expose Yoichi’s thin chest, capped with rosy nipples. “You were right,” the blond purred, glancing down. He shifted to lean back against the headboard, shuffling them all further onto the bed so no one would fall off, Yoichi’s body between his legs, Yuu’s hands on Mika’s thighs to keep his balance. Soft smacks made by moist lips and tongues could be heard from where the brunets’ mouths met, dotted with quiet moans whenever Mika’s mouth on Yoichi’s neck found an especially sensitive spot. “He’s gorgeous.”

Yoichi broke the kiss first to gasp in air, having forgotten to breathe, and canted his head back against Mika’s shoulder as he did so – Yuu’s mouth attached to his throat immediately, kissing the pale expanse and curling his tongue into the hollow between his collarbones. Mika’s mouth was so close, soft lips tantalizingly skimming up and down the side of Yoichi’s neck, Yuu couldn’t resist stealing a kiss from his blond boyfriend, also. While they were busy just next to Yoichi’s neck, lewd little moans and the wet sounds of tongues stroking each other, Yoichi shifted – he was getting hard and Yuu was leaning right against the cradle of his hips like this. The small writhe brought the small of his back firmly into contact with a very hard cock and made Mika moan. The blond’s hands came up to press against warm skin instead of the damp towel, cupping his chest. “Mm, Yuu,” Mika purred, breaking away just far enough to be able to speak, while Yuu tried to capture his lips again for more. “Look at this. It seems the cutie likes it.”

Yuu looked down; Mika had captured Yoichi’s nipples between the lengths of his index and middle fingers, gently rubbing the hard, pebbled pearls. Yoichi’s chest was heaving under the blond’s dexterous hands. Yuu grinned and leaned down to tap the tip of his tongue against one of the trapped nubs – Yoichi gave a breathy mewl that went right down his spine. “Oh he definitely likes it,” Mika concluded, pressing a kiss into the curve of Yoichi’s neck again, and shifted his grip to hold the nipple between thumb and forefinger instead, gripping it gently with his fingertips. “Here, Yuu, lick it like this.” He rolled it lightly between his fingers while Yuu’s wet tongue lapped over it, slicking both the nub and the fingers that offered it to him. Yoichi’s hips made light, rolling motions already, rubbing his terrycloth-covered erection against Yuu’s front. It was the last sign Yuu needed to tug the towel away completely. He kissed Yoichi’s sternum, feeling the other brunet’s heartbeat beneath his lips quick as it was, and sucked the other nub into his mouth. Yoichi mewed and turned his head, nuzzling against Mika’s soft hair – Mika lifted his head to take Yoichi’s mouth with his own, licking into his mouth without preamble. Yoichi’s sounds were muffled but still very audible, all signs of reluctance were by now gone, caught between the bodies of one of his best friends and the guy he’d had a crush on ever since Yuu introduced them. The towel hit the floor, tugged from the space between Yoichi’s back and Mika’s bare chest; Yuu leaned up, with a grin, his chest pressing against Yoichi’s as he tried to get into the kiss as well, licking the corners of Mika and Yoichi’s fused mouths. Mika pulled back with an amused grin, just enough to allow Yuu’s tongue to stroke against theirs too. It didn’t work out too well in terms of eroticism but it made Yoichi smile and Yuu giggle and that was enough to break some of the tension still hanging over Mika.

Mika pulled away to let the brunets kiss fully, watching with greedy eyes how Yuu bit and sucked on Yoichi’s lips, making them even more plush. His fingers played with Yoichi’s nipples still, slick with Yuu’s saliva, every squeeze and stroke prompting a soft gasp or moan – he brushed his palms down Yoichi’s thin waist, over his soft belly to curl both of them around his and Yuu’s cocks, capturing them against each other in the grasp of his palms. Yuu moaned and arched his back, panting against Yoichi’s mouth, and began rolling his hips, greedy as he was, fucking Mika’s hands and stroking his cock against the other brunet’s length as well.

Within moments, the copious amounts of pre-cum drooling from both delicious pricks made everything that much slicker; the position they were in, Yuu between Yoichi’s spread thighs, mouths barely even kissing anymore besides the occasional peck or lick, too distracted by the exquisite pleasure below, pressed Yuu’s bare chest against Yoichi’s enough to let their nipples brush. Mika was very, very happy he had agreed to this right then. This scene was like something straight out of one of those incredible improbable anime Shinoa liked to watch. What she’d give to see this…

Mika gave them a firm squeeze and Yuu cried out, dropping his forehead against Yoichi’s shoulders, finally succumbing to the flame he and Mika had built before Yoichi had rang the bell already. It made everything much slicker; when Yuu was done rocking his hips erratically Mika grasped Yoichi’s cock with one slick hand and pushed the second one lower to find the boy’s entrance. Yoichi moaned aloud when two of his wet fingertips rubbed against the tight muscle firmly, his hand running up and down his erection smoothly. “That’s it,” the blond crooned into the flushed little ear next to his mouth. “You like that, don’t you…do you play with yourself here? No?” Mika chuckled at the small headshake he got in return. “Mm I don’t believe you. Look how much this turns you on…” Yoichi’s cock gave a firm throb in his hands when he nudged one fingertip inside the rim. “Yuu, we need the lube. Yoichi likes being fingered.”

“Don’t…hnng…don’t talk like that,” Yoichi protested weakly, but he couldn’t deny what a lewd picture he made – leaning back against Mika’s chest with his thighs spread wide, shiny patches of wetness left by tongues on his skin, trembling and rocking into the grasp Mika had on his hard cock. He made a breathy, high-pitched mewl when Mika moved the fingers between his ass-cheeks, stroking the tight rim of his entrance. Mika’s chuckle gusted warmly against his ear, stirring his drying hair, which already pulled back into its natural gentle curls.

“I think you like it.”

Yuu, having leaned away to get the lube from his drawer, returned with shining eyes. Mika held out his hand so the gel could be squirted over his fingers, watching as Yuu lathered them carefully, thickly. “I want you to suck him while I work on this, Yuu,” Mika said, conversationally. “It will relax him better, you know. We don’t want the bunny to be uncomfortable, right?” The dark-haired teen shook his head and happily moved; he lay down on his back and Mika lifted Yoichi by the waist, making him mewl in loss when he took his hands away, helping the younger boy kneel on the bed. His knees were next to the top of Yuu’s had and next to his chest; Yuu curled one arm around the pale thigh and eagerly opened his mouth for the heavy erection Mika was angling down towards his lips. “There we go,” Mika said over Yoichi’s whine when the soft, wet tongue lapped and circled the head, Mika’s hand feeding Yuu the flushed, swollen cock. The blond grabbed one pillow from the headboard and pushed it under Yuu’s head so he wouldn’t strain his neck too much, then let go of Yoichi’s cock, letting Yuu swallow the head. Yoichi liked that, too, judging the way his thighs trembled. The small brunet’s hands curled into the sheets like claws on Yuu’s other side.

Mika gave him one finger at first, very slowly, admiring how snug the pink little hole was holding onto the digit, how Yoichi’s round cheeks twitched the closer he came to the sweet spot nestled deep inside the boy. By the time he had two fingers inside Yoichi, prompting a steady stream of moans and mewls, Yuu was hard again, one hand playing with himself.

Well, Mika had two hands, didn’t he? And two lovely brunets to play with. He took the uncapped tube and squirted a puddle of lube onto Yoichi’s tailbone – it made him gasp at the sudden coolness – so he could slick the fingers of his other hand without having to pull out. Yuu’s legs spread eagerly when Mika touched his thigh; this position could be held effortlessly by the fit blond. Yuu’s entrance welcomed him much more eagerly than Yoichi’s hand and for a moment Mika was glad he was still wearing pants, the pressure against his cock hemming his orgasm just a bit or he would have come right then, two velvet heat holes wrapped around his fingers and the prospect of fucking both of them too enticing a picture.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said, fingertips finding both of their sweet spots and firmly rubbing them – both boys cried out at the same time, backs arching, and Yoichi came without warning, splattering his cum against Yuu’s face and tongue in enticing ribbons. “Do you want to fuck him?” he asked his boyfriend, who grinned up at him in excitement – Mika thought it polite to ask, since it had been Yuu’s idea to incorporate Yoichi into their playtime, although he really wanted to dip into the shy brunet as well.

They shifted again. Yoichi was rolled onto his back, still panting and hazy with pleasure, and Yuu kneeled between his wide-spread thighs; he wasted no time pushing in. By the look on Yoichi’s face Mika had done a good job preparing him, it was all pleasure and very little discomfort, but no pain. Mika slid from the bed to finally, finally get his pants off, watching with an amused smile how his lovely boyfriend set a firm pace right from the start even with such a delicate virgin. Yoichi cried out with each thrust, his hands grasping the sheets – it couldn’t be so bad then. Yuu leaned over to kiss Yoichi’s neck and Mika’s mile widened into a grin.

There was one more slick hole.

His actual plan had been to kneel up on the bed and just hold his cock between the brunets’ mouths, letting them pant and lick and kiss all over it, but this…this was much better. He stepped behind Yuu, who knelt close to the edge of the bed, grasped his hips, and sank in to the hilt without warning.

Yuu squealed.

It was such an adorable sound, so erotic in its surprise that Mika leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Did you think you’d get to play by yourself?” Each of his thrusts sent Yuu deep into Yoichi who by now had his eyes wide open, glassy with pleasure but firmly fixed on the two boys atop of him. It was like being fucked by them both at the same time, Yuu’s face slack and open as he was done from both sides, Yoichi’s snug hole massaging him and Mika drilling his own with rapid snaps of his hips. It took not much of this treatment to make Yuu come again, spilling inside Yoichi and clenching around Mika. Yuu’s arms trembled and slowly, he sank atop of Yoichi; Mika saw an opportunity and seized it.

The blond pushed Yoichi’s legs up to wrap around Yuu’s middle and hips; he pulled Yuu’s hips back until his cock slid out. Mika pulled back to see – it was perfect. The brunets’ cocks were nestled against one another again, Yoichi’s hard, Yuu’s slick, smooth balls pressing. Their holes were on one level, right above each other, perfect height; one slick and glossy, the lower one smeared with Yuu’s cum. Mika thrust right into it, feeling the extra slickness and groaning. Beneath Yuu, Yoichi was crying out and grasping at his friend’s back, Yuu kissing his damp neck lazily.

Yoichi was trapped and he was loving it. Yuu’s body was warm and reassuringly heavy atop his, holding his legs spread and up by their position alone, putting delightful pressure and friction against his cock. Mika was fucking him. Mika. That thought alone made him lightheaded. He whined when Mika pulled out; judging by how Yuu’s body began to writhe and rock atop his, the blond had switched holes and was fucking his boyfriend now. Sage green eyes pleaded with Mika’s blue ones wordlessly and Mika reached out to stroke Yoichi’s cheek, pushing his fingers into his slack mouth. “I’ll be trying this next,” Mika told him with a delightful smile, and switched again. Yoichi hadn’t known it felt so good to be filled up like this, completely and stretching him. His toes curled, Mika’s cock was snapping right into that amazing spot inside him. When he came, sinking his teeth into Mika’s fingers with a loud groan, his tightening channel pulled Mika right along with him, adding his own cum to Yuu’s. Above him, Yuu hummed and nuzzled his shoulder, blissfully out of it.

Mika was the first one who was able to move again. The whole thing had been mindblowing and not just for him it seemed; Yuu seemed completely blissed out, not even trying to move, but Yoichi had to be uncomfortable folded in half like that. The blond pulled back, eyes glued to the stuffed hole – we’ll just tuck that image away for lonely nights – and groped for the wet wipes he had made Yuu store in his drawer as well. Mika hated being sticky, even after sex. He wiped himself off, then gently untangled the brunets from one another, nudging Yuu to the side to lay on the bed as well. Mika made sure he was very careful, wiping clean Yoichi’s thighs and groin and cleaning the cum that leaked from him; the kiss he brushed against Yoichi’s knee was met with a lazy smile from the younger boy. He wiped a new one over Yuu’s belly next, who snickered and buried his face in the sheets, ticklish.

The moment Mika climbed into bed as well, duly exhausted, he had a brunet clinging to him on each side – he barely had enough leverage to pull Yuu’s comforter over them which had been pushed to the other hand of the bed, bunching up against the wall. Yuu’s leg curled around one of his, Yoichi’s now dry hair tickled his cheek. Their slim bodies were secure, warm weights against his sides, soft cheeks nuzzling his skin lazily, soft hums purred against his chest and shoulder when he stroked their backs as if he could compare the softness of their skin with each other. He couldn’t. Yuu reached over and tangled his fingers with Yoichi’s on Mika’s chest, fully ready to nap.

Well. It seemed Mika had two boyfriends now.

I can live with that, he thought with a lopsided smirk. Outside, the rain had let up and the heavy cloud cover was ripped open enough to allow a beam of sunlight to hit the window, the rain droplets gleaming like crystals against the glass pane.

Yoichi snuggled closer to him.

I can definitely live with that.

Chapter Text

The guy had been making googly eyes at him all evening already.

It was Shinoa’s birthday party, so Yuu had been roped into going out – she had chosen a dance club, of course, and he was sure it was merely to annoy him – but hell if he was going to humiliate himself by dancing. Yuu sat at the bar instead, idly tapping his foot against the floor, the second one propped against the lower rung of the bar stool, his elbow on the bar, a drink in his hand. He didn’t even know what he has ordered last – he may not be a dancer, but he could do drinking. He totally could. No problem holding his alcohol either. Nope.

The guy was at the bar, too, leaning against it a little further down. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a thick chest enhanced by the black Henley he wore, long legs in washed-out jeans. His dark hair was braided tightly, but his loose fringe was dyed a lighter color; it looked odd in the flashing strobe lights, Yuu couldn’t make out the exact color from where he was standing. Not that he wanted to, of course. What did a random guy matter to him?

“He’s hot,” his best friend had gasped into his ear when he had last come to the bar to steal some of Yuu’s drink; Mika was an amazing dancer, of course. The bastard. The blond would dash up to him, snatch his drink and down half of it before one of the girls would come and drag him back into the mass of writhing bodies and Yuu could see why…he had been watching Mika for a while, his pretty eyes closed in enjoyment, his lissome body twisting and writhing. He made the girls look good and they got a lot of attention because of it. Yuu smiled wryly. One could almost pity him. “You should totally go talk to him,” Mika had said after swigging the rest of Yuu’s beer. “Get some fun tonight at least.” Mitsuba had come up to them at this point, her bare midriff gleaming between the hem of her cut-off shirt and the waistband of her denim shorts. It was sweltering in here after all.

“Miikaa~…”

“I’m coming, Mitsu. Hold up one second,” Mika had told the other blonde with a grin. “Go talk to him!” He had let Mitsuba drag him back into the crowd where Shinoa gave a whoop of welcome. Yuu stared at his empty drink dismally and sighed, turning to the bar to get the bartender’s attention. Sitting at a bar without a drink would look fucking stupid, after all.

He contemplated what Mika had told him – he was rather bored after all, and just talking to someone didn’t mean he had to take them home or anything; Yuu had actually expected at least Yoichi to stay with him, but the little brunet had abandoned him as well to go dancing. Just when he thought about joining them after all, to hell with the consequences of looking dumb or knocking someone’s teeth in with his elbow by accident, a tall glass of dark beer was put down in front of him. Irritated green eyes glanced up to see the bartender in front of him, winking. “With compliments from the gentleman over there,” he called to him over the pounding music, nodding towards the man Yuu had been trying to subtly check out. Yuu turned his head to look at the man again; there was a lazy grin on his handsome face and he lifted his own glass in salute. After a moment, Yuu did the same, a light flush warming his cheeks. He had never had a stranger just buy him a drink before.

After Yuu took a sip and found it was the same brand of beer he had been drinking earlier this evening – the one he had barely gotten a sip out of before Mika had snatched and downed it, dehydrated from dancing his ass off – he looked up again to see the man…gone. He blinked, looking around, and jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder. “I thought you’d like to try this again. Your boyfriend seemed to like it,” the man told him with an amused grin, his mouth close to Yuu’s ear so he didn’t have to yell.

“Thanks,” Yuu said, before lamely adding, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Is that so?”

Yuu turned to the man, scooting around on the stool so he could face him; the stranger took up his pose from before, leaning his hip against the bar, facing Yuu. They were close like this, with Yuu’s knees brushing his thighs. The stranger clanked his glass against Yuu’s and took a deep swallow from it, Yuu’s eyes glued to the way his throat moved. He had never been into the whole muscle-type thing, really…or maybe he just hadn’t known before, because the guy was absolute perfection. His skin was smooth over his tight muscles, the clothing casual but appealing, and he seemed to be nice too. There had been a brief period of time in which Yuu had been crushing on Mika and even a few days in which Kimizuki looked nice, but nothing had felt like this before. This was a genuine attraction, not friendship veering into a strange new territory. He wanted those guy’s hands on him. Hell, Yuu’d even dance if that’s what it took. “Do you want to…”

“Hm?” The man set down his glass, half empty, and rose his brows. Yuu flushed again.

“Do you wanna dance?” he called over the music. The man laughed and shook his head.

“No, I’m not a big dancer.”

Yuu couldn’t help the smile that came over his face; he would have humiliated himself horribly if the man had agreed. He sipped from his beer. It’s good…

“I’m Yuu,” he told the man, holding out his hand which was clammy with condensation from gripping the glass. The man looked puzzled as he gripped his hand in his larger one.

“Is that meant to be philosophical or something?”

“What? Oh! No, I’m Yuu, Yuuichirou. Yuu for short. Sorry.”

The man grinned. “Crowley.” For a moment, neither spoke, both sipping their beers with almost sheepish expressions. Shinoa barged right between them.

“Yuu! Who’s your hot friend?” Her petite body wedged right up against Crowley’s when she squirmed herself between them, forcing Yuu to adjust on the stool so he wouldn’t get pushed off. That would have been a spectacle. “I’m Shinoa, handsome, wanna dance?”

Crowley looked amused if anything, glancing down at the tiny girl who’s head barely came up to his chest. Yuu felt himself flush in anger this time, sliding from the stool to pull himself to his full height – taller than Shinoa, of course, but still a head or more shorter than his new friend. “We were just leaving,” he told her sternly, groping around until he found Crowley’s hand and grasped it firmly. “Weren’t we.” Like hell he’d let Shinoa steal this one.

It never occurred to him that Shinoa was, in fact, quite gay and even if she had been into boys, it wouldn’t have been someone like this.

All that mattered was dragging Crowley away as fast as possible, like a caveman bringing home his prey really. Thankfully, the man came willingly, else Yuu would have never been able to move his bulk. It would have looked quite ridiculous, him tugging at Crowley’s hand and the tall guy just standing his ground. Behind them, Shinoa’s lips curved into a devious smile. “Mission accomplished.” From the dancing crowd, Mika gave her a thumbs-up.

The cool night air made Yuu shiver when he exited the club and broke through the hazy wall of people having a smoke outside, of course right in front of the door where everyone was inconvenienced. He grumbled quietly to himself about disgusting habits still when he felt his arm being tugged lightly – he was still grasping Crowley’s hand and the man had stopped on the pavement. “Hey.” Yuu turned to look up at him with wide eyes; Crowley was smirking slightly. “What was that about?”

“That was my friend, it’s her birthday,” he rushed to explain, but he could see his excuses were flimsy. “I don’t…I didn’t…ugh. Wanna go get something to eat instead?”

“I could eat.”

Yuu sighed in relief. His eyes dropped to where their hands were still tangled, taking in the goosebumps on Crowley’s arm, on his own. He had stormed out before getting their jackets. With a groan, he made to go back inside, only to be pulled back and right into the taller body. Suddenly, he was much warmer. Especially in the face region.

“Do you really wanna leave them behind to get a burger with me?”

“Yeah. I really, really want a burger right now,” Yuu agreed, pleased that the guy had suggested fast food – as if anything else was open right now, it was almost two in the morning after all. “And nuggets.”

“Gross,” Crowley chuckled, lifting his free hand to brush the back of his fingers down Yuu’s flushed cheek. “You know how they’re made, right?” Too stunned with the sudden affection Yuu could only shake his head. “They are grown deep underground and they squeal when they’re pulled free from the earth. What you think is breadcrumbs around the meat is actually just fried dirt. And they’re tossed into the oil alive. But you’re basically eating salad.” He laughed out loud at the horrified expression that came over Yuu’s face, leaving him on the sidewalk while he went to get their jackets. Crowley returned to a shell-shocked Yuu in no time, his large frame an advantage in wrestling people out of the way subtly. Yuu’s jacket was draped over his shoulders and Crowley tugged him along; there was a KFCB just down the road, built there to aim for the night crowd spilling out of the clubs, hungry from too much dancing and alcohol. They did quite well even at this hour.

“Welcome to Krul’s Fried Chicken and Burgers,” sang the person behind the counter cheerily, a tiny girl with boobs as big as her head. “What can I – oh, Crowley! Hey! What’s up? Who’s your date? Shame on you, taking him here for dinner instead of a real restaurant!” she ranted on while Crowley smiled at her patiently.

“Chess, this is Yuu; Yuu, my friend Chess. Don’t mind her, she doesn’t know how to shut up.” The blue-haired girl scoffed at him, crossing her arms in front of her chest, which pushed her bosom up to her chin.

“So rude! Yuu, you should find a more suitable boyfriend…Crowley is far too rude for such a sweet thing like you.”

“Uh,” said Yuu.

Crowley rolled his eyes, still smiling. “Get me a number nine, a number eleven, and Yuu wants nuggets I believe.”

“Gross,” Chess commented with a sweet smile. “What else?” Yuu blinked and ordered a combo as well; laden with food trays, of which Crowley carried most with laughable ease and Yuu was stuck getting drinks from the fountain, they found an empty booth at the very back of the sitting area, with Chess waving after them cheerfully. They ate in relative silence for a while, Yuu thinking about how he got to be in this…well he didn’t want to call it a mess, but in this situation. What was he supposed to do now? The spell of jealousy had since passed and watching Crowley go through an astounding amount of food wouldn’t last the night. What would he do when they were done? Say goodnight? Ask for his number? Did he even want to see him again…ask him to come home with him, even? That was better than going home with Crowley by far – Mika would be home in a few hours, so it was unlikely Yuu would get murdered. That seemed unlikely anyway. Crowley seemed like a nice guy, really. He had paid for Yuu’s drink, put up with his antics, had even paid for the food now and he wasn’t undressing him with his eyes or making crude remarks or anything.

“She seems nice,” he said after a long bout of silence.

Crowley chuckled and swallowed a bite of burger. “Nah, she’s a bitch, really. She’s my cousin.”

“My uncle is Shinoa’s brother’s boyfriend,” Yuu supplied helpfully.

It made Crowley snort amusedly. “Okay. Cool, so you’re stuck with the man-raiding midget?”

Yuu grinned. “Unfortunately, she’s also a really good friend when she’s not drunk.” He set his half eaten burger down and looked at the man across from him. “Hey. Wanna meet up again sometime?” Here goes nothing…

Crowley canted his head quizzically. “Do you wanna leave already? We’re not done eating yet.”

“No! No, I don’t want to leave yet. Just…what do we…uh.”

“What do we do after we’re done?”

“Yeah.”

Crowley smiled at him, that kind of lazy smile that promised all kinds of sinful things. Yuu, flustered, realized he had never been looked at like this before. He liked it. “Well, we can either shake hands and go our separate ways, congratulating ourselves for a night well spent…or we can exchange phone numbers and set up a new date somewhen in the future…or,” Crowley’s eyes, a curiously sanguine color a lot like maroon heated considerably. “Or you let me take you home and we’ll make this meeting even more worthwhile.”

Yuu’s earlier musing came back to him, his concerns still at the forefront of his mind. “My place,” he said quickly – only realizing that he had essentially invited Crowley to his and Mika’s apartment for sex. Crowley’s pleased expression confirmed as much.

“Alright, your place.”

Backing off would be inexcusable now. Yuu genuinely enjoyed spending time with Crowley – paddling back would ruin all his chances. He was young, he was in college. He was supposed to have a lot of quasi-anonymous sex, right? Right. He could do this. Back in the brief few weeks where he and Mika had been dating, more to try it out than because there had been deep feelings of love, they had slept together a few times. It had been nice, each way they had done it, comfortable like falling asleep next to each other in a pillow fort as kids. It hadn’t been mindblowing like Yuu had read about, but it had been good. This was new, now. He was a little nervous.

It must have showed on his face, because Crowley reached over and took his hand, slowly tangling their fingers, Yuu’s slender ones interspersing with his own longer, broader ones. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know.”

“I want to,” Yuu said quietly, and it was the full truth.

The door to the apartment was unlocked with shaking fingers. This is it. Yuu could feel the heat of Crowley’s strong body against his back as the man waited behind him, close but not touching or crowding him too badly. They got in, got their shoes and jackets off, and sat on the couch in silence.The apartment was dim; Yuu hadn’t bothered to turn on the light in the living room, so the lamp in the short hallway was the only illumination they had. Crowley had his back to it, haloed by the weak light, his eyes glinting like a cat’s as they roamed over Yuu. The younger boy squirmed; he didn’t know a think about Crowley, he didn’t even know how old he was, but it was exactly that fact that put such a thrill into his belly. It was exciting, not knowing what would happen next. Well, he could guess, really, but it wouldn’t be the same-

His internal rambling was cut off by a hand tipping his chin up and surprisingly soft lips skimming against his own in an unhurried caress. Yuu gasped softly, more pleased than surprised, and Crowley used that to slip his tongue into Yuu’s mouth. It rolled against his own in a sweet, electric stroke that made his toes curl. Yuu’s arms looped around broad shoulders, fingers curling against Crowley’s nape as he pushed in closer, deeper; as if a dam inside him had broken by that one brief kiss. He gasped again, fingertips scrabbling against the other’s smooth skin, Crowley’s hands clasping his sides firmly enough as if he was trying to span his waist with his fingers. It didn’t take more than a small nudge to have Yuu straddling the man’s lap, mouths fused, Crowley’s hands sliding under his shirt to brush against his flanks, stroking them up and down. His thumbs dragged along either side of Yuu’s spine, featherlight, causing the dark-haired boy to moan and shiver against him.

Yuu leaned against the broad chest, knees spread wide by Crowley’s thick, firm thighs. He cried out softly when teeth sank into the side of his neck, not enough to break the skin but nipping with a sting regardless. He panted softly, pawing at Crowley’s shoulders. “Mm…”

“Like that?”

“Yeah…”

Crowley flipped them with speed Yuu wouldn’t have expected of him; his back hit the cushions of the couch, eyes fluttering open to see the broad body loom over him. Crowley smirked down. “You’re lovely.”

“Um…” Yuu’s protest melted into a moan when that sinful mouth found his neck again, a wet tongue licking into the hollow of his throat. It was too much, too quick, too heated and Yuu loved every minute of it; a moment later he was bare from the waist up, Crowley having yanked up his shirt to bunch under his arms. Insistent lips found one of his nipples and gave it a firm suck that had Yuu crying out and arching his back. “Fuck!” The other nipple was nipped at by sharp teeth, then lips skimmed down his sternum towards his navel to lick the shallow indent. Yuu wasn’t at all displeased by the quick pace; Crowley yanked off his pants, impatient and eager, and his own shirt shortly after, laying bare the exquisite muscles of his chest and abdomen. Yuu stared with his mouth open. His arms lifted without any conscious decision, fingertips dragging over the impressive ridges of Crowley’s stomach. This was what had been missing. Mika was as slender as he was – what Yuu wanted, what he needed, was someone like this, taller and broader who could cover him completely. A powerful surge of pure lust ripped through him, curving his cock hard and needing against his flat belly, a drop of precum beading at the tip. Crowley’s eyes fastened to it a mere heartbeat before he was down, holding Yuu’s thighs apart with his hands squeezing the backs, and swallowed the whole of his length in one go.

Yuu’s vision whited. He tossed his head back against the arm of the couch, mews and moans spilling from his lips unchecked as that talented throat worked him. His hands scrabbled at Crowley’s head, snagged in his hair, groped the cushions. He had nowhere to go; Crowley held him open and immobile almost on second thought, asserting an easy dominance that was so heady Yuu felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes, dampening his thick dark lashes. He whined and Crowley let up, mouth dragging up his length slowly, with a pleased hum. “You taste good,” he told him with his lips against the sensitive head and Yuu’s toes curled against the back of his shoulder, cock pulsing with high arousal. “You’re also tiny,” Crowley continued, dragging two of his fingertips against Yuu’s hole after resting his leg over the back of the couch; Yuu yelped at the sudden touch and jerked, only Crowley’s reflexes saving him from being knocked in the head by a knee. “Easy, cutie…I’ll take good care of you, don’t worry.”

Crowley found a bottle of lube stuck between the cushions with laughable ease; Yuu was confused for a moment as to how it had gotten there before remembering that he and Mika had used it to jerk off to porn on the big TV together the week prior. Bros do that, Mika had shrugged. If we’re gonna go it anyway, we can make a party of it. Yuu had agreed easily enough. It had been good.

But this was so much better. Crowley’s mouth came down against the lower part of Yuu’s abdomen, kissing all the sweet sensitive spots running from his hipbones to pelvis, caressing the soft skin while a sharp click brought Yuu’s attention, just barely, to the fact that Crowley’s fingers were going to be inside of him any moment – instead of filling him with dread as he would have expected the thought made him squirm with excitement.

The first touch against the tight muscle was cold and uncomfortable; as soon as the gel was warmed up and Crowley had two fingers deep in him, curling the tips against his sweet spot again and again while lapping up any of the juices Yuu spilled continuously Yuu had forgotten all about his initial discomfort. He was grasping the couch and moaning loudly thoroughly enjoying the slow, intimate massage of his insides, felt himself relax and become eager for more. A last drag of Crowley’s skilled tongue up the underside of his hard cock and Yuu blinked; oh. This would be a little difficult.

He should have expected this, really. It would have been a shame if Crowley’s dick didn’t match his glorious body; it was thick and long, pulsing almost visibly. Yuu wasn’t sure he was prepared enough to take him yet. He wasn’t sure he ever would be. It didn’t seem humanly possible.

Crowley must have seen the trepidation on his face; he smiled and leaned over, kissing his mouth sweetly, the wet tip of his cock dragging against the inside of Yuu’s thigh. “Mm don’t worry. It’ll be okay. Come on, it’s easier this way…” Yuu was pulled up and positioned: his hands grasping the back of the couch, his knees planted firmly in the cushions with Crowley standing behind him, a knee between Yuu’s. The taller man gripped his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, stroking the head against the slick, trembling little hole. “I won’t hurt you, Yuu. Easy now.”

The pressure of Crowley nudging his whopper of a cock inside of him took Yuu’s breath away. He clawed at the couch and whined low in his throat; the man had been right, it didn’t hurt, but it was intensely uncomfortable regardless. Yuu’s curved back gleamed with a thin sheen of sweat when Crowley finally bottomed out inside him. The man groaned, obviously enjoying the snug fit, and leaned over him to kiss a trail along his shoulder and the back of his neck and head; his other hand ran up and down Yuu’s thigh for a moment before delving between his spread legs to palm his cock. It gave an excited twitch and Yuu gasped. He was still hard. He hadn’t expected that at all. Crowley nudged against his ass and the small motion put incredible pressure against his sweet spot. His forehead hit the back of the couch with a mewl ripping from his throat, ass pushing back. This. He needed this. It felt better than anything had ever before, especially when Crowley pulled back and pushed right back in, breathing a groan into his wild hair. It was still tight, very much so, but the discomfort vanished more and more with each thrust until all Yuu could feel was exquisite pleasure; Crowley’s thick, warm chest pressed against his back, the meaty slaps of his hips meeting his ass, quicker and quicker…the way Crowley groaned into his ear, held onto him as if he was drowning, the desperation heightening in the last few minutes.

Yuu’s body went slack as he came, hard, against the back of the couch unchecked. Crowley’s arm slid low around his middle, his body shifting to hold him up by that grip alone, and fucked into his pliant body fast and hard for a few moments before he too came, all over Yuu’s ass cheeks when he pulled out after the first splash of hot seed. “Fuck,” he breathed, and Yuu murmured in exhausted agreement.

Somehow they ended up in Yuu’s bed. Yuu woke to Crowley next to him, sleeping peacefully even with a face full of sunshine from never closing the blinds last night, one strong arm curled around his waist and keeping the younger boy close against his front. As much as Yuu liked the cuddles (and he found he really, really did, his heart beating harder just at the sight of that handsome face so close to his own on the pillow), he felt rather sticky, and his head was pounding. What he needed were a shower and an aspiring – and coffee, he noticed, the smell of freshly brewed ambrosia just reaching his nose. Carefully, so carefully, he slipped out of Crowley’s grasp and snuck out of the room; a quick rinse later, he pulled on his bathrobe and padded into the kitchen.

Mika grinned at him like a Cheshire cat on LSD. “There’s my little slut~…”

“Oh shut up,” Yuu grouched, cheeks coloring immediately. He realized they had probably never cleaned the couch, which was why Mika was sitting at the kitchen island instead of in his usual spot on the right cushion.

“Mm, how was your night then?” The blond poured Yuu a mug filled with steaming black coffee and added two sugar cubes from the little tin on the table. Yuu’s grudge immediately disappeared.

“Good…really good.” He sat down at the table as well, wincing when the act made a twinge of pain shoot up his thighs and lower back, reminding him of the vigorous workout he’d gotten only a few hours ago.

“Are you gonna see him again?”

Yuu smiled over the rim of his mug. “I hope so.”

“So do I,” came a new voice from the doorway to Yuu’s bedroom; both boys turned to peek at the man, gloriously naked, and Mika’s jaw dropped. “Can I use your shower?” The roommates pointed to the bathroom door without a word and Crowley grinned, winking. “Thanks.”

“Fuck that,” Mika murmured when the door fell shut, turning to Yuu with a blush high in his cheeks. “You’re so gonna date this guy. I kinda wanna see that again.”

“Hey!”

Mika laughed at him, shaking his blond head and getting up to get a third mug for when Crowley was done showering. Yuu propped his cheek into one hand, smiling lightly to himself.

I need to make this guy my boyfriend. It didn’t seem like he needed to try very hard to achieve that, honestly.

Chapter Text

Yuu had been fending off guys all evening. It was exhausting, to be honest, and what was worse was that each and every one of them screamed alpha.

He hadn’t started showing yet as to where his orientation would lie, but Yuu was sure he would show as an alpha himself. He was active, determined, bold – how could he not be? And he wasn’t even late with showing yet, just a little later than most.

Yuu sipped from his beer, sulkily sweeping his gaze across the packed bar. Rock music was pounding over voices trying to be heard by their peers, yelling at each other, the waitresses, the bartenders. Yuu stood in one corner of the bar, nursing his second beer and feeling strangely dizzy already. Usually, he’d hold his alcohol much better. Now if damned Kimizuki would show up already, the telephone pole was already twenty minutes late. Why Yuu had waited this long was beyond him. Kimizuki, of course, had shown as an alpha when he turned fifteen – Yuu was close to nineteen and no peek of an orientation anywhere.

“Hey, sweetheart.”

Yuu sighed. He fixed his best glower on the tall, burly man that had approached him; unfortunately, the man either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Shouldn’t you be preying on some omega instead?”

That made the man laugh. “Aren’t I?”

“No! Are you trying to pick a fight with me?!” Yuu had felt cagey and edgy all evening, his blood too warm, his skin too sensitive. He had put it onto stress due to his upcoming finals and a good old-fashioned bar fight sounded like a great idea to take the edge off – even if the guy was taller than him by at least a head and twice as wide in the shoulders.

“No, I just really want to take you home. You smell amazing…”

“Fuck off!” Yuu hissed, backing away from the guy. He shrugged with a good-natured smile and turned away. Yuu scowled, tugging at the collar of his t-shirt. The thing was cotton, soft from being washed a hundred times by now, but it felt irritating. How nice would it be to just take it off…he wouldn’t be as hot then, either. Yuu took another deep sip from his beer bottle, shifting against the polished wood of the bar he leaned against. Such thoughts weren’t like him. Yuu shifted again; his shirt was clinging damply to his back by now, hot flashes wracking his body. He caught more than the odd interested glance into his direction now, almost every guy in the bar seemed to look at him with predatory interest.

His core clenched with sudden, startling intensity.

Yuu steadied himself against the bar with a surprised gasp, the bottle slipping from his fingers and shattering against the floor. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t happening. There was a hot, slick sensation and Yuu blushed to his ears, his knuckles white with how hard he gripped the counter.

“I’m an omega.”

“Duh,” said the guy standing next to him at the bar; he was older, with a tired air around him, and thankfully not ogling him. “Didn’t you know?” When Yuu shook his head mutely, he chuckled. “Everyone could smell it when you came in here. Why do you think guys were approaching you again and again? You’re going into heat, kid.” The horror must’ve shown on Yuu’s face – an omega on the cusp of his first heat in a bar full of alphas – because the man gave him a sympathetic grimace. “Well. At least you have the choice, right? Just pick one.”

Yuu let his eyes take in the whole of the bar. By now, everyone was staring at him, from the bartenders to the patrons sitting by the door on the other end of the room. He didn’t even see their faces, everything was a blur. Yuu had never felt so threatened before. Another cramp took him and he whimpered, sinking against the bar. The first alpha to approach him was the last man that had come to hit on him.

“You don’t look too well, sweetheart.”

“F…fuck off.”

“Now, come on…anyone can see you need it. Are you wet yet? Is this your first heat?” The man edged closer with a half-smile; it was clear he meant no malice, in fact, his eyes were a little glazed when he looked at Yuu. It would have been flattering in any other situation, but right now, it was threatening to Yuu. “I haven’t had a virgin before. This will be fun.”

“What makes you think you can just take him?” complained another from down the bar, standing from his stool. Yuu’s heart gave an almost painful clench. He probably looked like a proper omega now, he thought, pressed into the corner of bar and wall, trapped and torn between animal panic and the rising desire to have one of them, just pick one, have the guy take him home and service him until he passed out, knotted and sated. The burly guy looked nice and virile and – no. He would not give into this, it had to be a mistake. He couldn’t be an omega. And even if he was, he would not take home some random stranger from a seedy bar. Then again, the bar probably had a back room, or they could use the bathroom…

Yuu wavered on his feet with a whine, the heat in his belly unbearable. The two alphas weren’t paying attention to him, still arguing among themselves about who would take him home, trying to establish themselves as the one deserving of the delicious omega. Other than Yuu’s soft pants and whines and the two voices, the bar was quiet, even the music box had stopped…until there was the scratch of a chair being pushed back.

Bleary green eyes opened to see the burly guy step aside with an uncomfortable expression; the man that had urged him aside with only a look from icy blue eyes was almost as tall as he was but less broad and he looked like a freaking angel as far as Yuu was concerned. “That will be enough,” the newcomer said sternly to the men. He was an alpha as well, he could only be and a powerful one at that, a commanding presence even if he was physically slighter than either of the other two. Yuu gasped softly, his core throbbing wetly. He reached out towards the blond alpha, who smiled kindly and took his hand, then stepped close enough to wrap an arm around his waist. “You okay?” he asked him quietly, a soft murmur of a deep, dulcet voice that made Yuu shiver and nod quickly.

“No,” he replied plaintively regardless of his nod, leaning against the man. The blond smelled nice, clean and unthreatening, and he was holding him so gently. Yuu closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against the other’s shoulder.

“Come on, I’ll take you home.” The blond stranger smiled almost fondly and led him from the bar – the crowd parted for them without a word being uttered, although a few dark looks followed them, loathing that the blond had taken the omega for himself. No one challenged him.

Yuu dragged in a deep breath once they were outside, the spicy night air tingling in his lungs. His body was burning up, the touch of his shirt where the blond’s hand was pressed against his side forcing goosebumps onto his skin. “Ah…”

“Surprised you, did it?” the blond hummed, leading him to a sleek dark car parked at the curb. “I heard that first heats come quickly. I suppose for the next, you’ll receive some warning.” He unlocked the car and opened the passenger’s door with one hand, then helped Yuu inside and into the seat. If Yuu could have blushed any harder he would have. “But…your seats, I…” He didn’t even know how to say it. The blond smiled at him kindly.

“It’s okay,” he replied as if he knew perfectly well what Yuu was implying: that his hole was leaking, slick steadily drooling out and soaking the seat of his jeans and that this condition could easily mean the kind stranger would have ruined seats in an obviously expensive car. “Don’t worry about it.” Elegant, pale hands ran over Yuu’s chest, making him arch into them when the blond helped him buckle the seatbelt. It made the stranger smile. He closed the door and came around to slide into the driver’s seat with a lot more grace than Yuu could have mustered even when not wrecked by a heat he had never expected would happen to him.

“I thought I was an alpha,” he sighed and even to his own ears it sounded like whining, but the blond merely smiled at him sympathetically.

“What’s your name, not-an-alpha-after-all?”

“Yuu. Yuuichirou. Call me Yuu.” Another flash of heat ran through him and Yuu threw his head back, dark bangs sticking damply to his face, his back arched…and moaned, a sensuous, needy sound he had never heard himself make.

There was a beat of silence, blue eyes darkening where they rested on him, then the car’s motor purred to life. “I’m Mika. Where do you live?”

Yuu gave him a confused look, eyes hazed over. Wasn’t the stranger – Mika – gonna take him home? Alphas weren’t supposed to resist an omega in heat, right? So why wasn’t he…? “Um…” He swallowed, lifted a hand to brush his hair from his face, tug at his collar. “Aren’t you…aren’t you gonna take me home?“

“Yeah, that’s why I asked for your address.”

“N-no…ah…I meant, your home.”

Mika glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. “I thought you may be more comfortable in your own home.”

The omega stared at him incredulously for a long moment. “Are you an angel?” Yuu blurted, blinking. Could it be he wasn’t affecting the alpha at all? He had just turned the heads of an entire bar! Except this line of thinking was really out of character for him and he really shouldn’t take pride in being objectified by a bunch of horny alphas, but…still.

The blond smiled at him, reaching over to take one of his hands and tangle their fingers. “No, I’m just being a gentleman. For now. I’m still going to fuck you, but you’ll have the pick of where it’ll be.”

Right here, right now , Yuu’s body screamed at him. Stop the car, bend me over the hood, pin me in the backseat. Anything you want. He bit his tongue to not utter his embarrassing thoughts. “I,” he began, groaning sweetly when his core clenched again. His cock was rock-hard by now, pressing almost painfully against the fly of his jeans – all he wanted was to get naked, and then get stuffed. “I’d rather not go home.”

Mika raised his brows, stopping at a red light. “Are you sure? You’ll be bedridden a few days.”

Ridden in bed, mm, yes, ride me, angel, give me your…stop it already! “Yes,” Yuu grit out, rolling his hips on the seat. He wasn’t even embarrassed anymore by his lewd thoughts, his wanton body slowly overriding his shame. “Yes, I’m sure. If you’ll have me…I…please take me home, Mika.” Reduced to begging, now, he’d be so ashamed once he was able to think straight again. Yuu shut out the tiny, nagging part of his mind quick enough when Mika nodded.

“Alright, I’ll take you home.”

Yuu didn’t notice a lot of the car ride or where they were going either. He was drifting in and out of a weird kind of unconsciousness – he was aware just fine, he saw and heard and smelled, too, but the throbbing heat inside him clamored for his attention. He noticed when the car stopped finally because Mika killed the engine and the rush of cool air coming in when Mika opened the door and got out brushed over his flushed face and neck; a moment later, Mika’s hands all but picked him up to get him out of the seat. Yuu didn’t look back to see if there was a wet spot on the leather. In the elevator Mika led him into, he wrapped his arms around the blond, nose running up and down the elegant column of Mika’s neck, taking in his scent. It made his belly clench. “You smell so good…”

“Says you…I can barely keep my hands off of you,” Mika smiled amusedly.

“Mm, why are you holding back?”

“We’re not home yet.”

Yuu looked up at him, puzzled, but Mika merely smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. “Soon. Don’t worry.”

Soon turned out to be as soon as Mika had him in his bedroom, not two minutes later. The elevator had opened right in the apartment, the floors were hardwood and the hallway dimly lit but other than that, Yuu didn’t remember a lot. Mika had tipped him back into the wide bed, actually only making him sit on the edge but Yuu had immediately flopped back, hands curling into loose fists to either side of his head and squirming against the velvety comforter neatly placed over the sheets and mattress. It felt so nice to be laying down, his muscles were already aching from the strain of clenching and unclenching for the last half hour and Mika’s mattress was just so perfect…gentle hands undid his sneakers and pulled them off and the friction against his foot was enough to make him moan again. “Mika…”

“Shh, I got you, Yuu-chan, don’t worry. Just a bit more, I’ll give you what you need.” His pants followed his shoes and socks, a bit more hurried, and lastly his t-shirt and underwear until Yuu was completely naked on Mika’s bed, flushed in all the right places. “Look at you,” Mika said, throatily, his hands running over the tops of Yuu’s thighs until the omega moaned and let them fall apart; Yuu’s cock was hard and beading precum, balls drawn up tight in arousal, his pink hole wet with slick. Two of Mika’s fingers went right up into it without resistance. “God, you’re burning up.”

On a better day, Yuu may have replied with a witty remark, but as it was Mika’s fingers felt too damn good – something was filling that empty place inside of him, easing the ache if only just a little. “Not enough,” he whined, planting his feet against the edge of the mattress and rocking down against the hand needily, fucking himself on Mika’s fingers. They were wonderful, a million times better than being empty, but not enough. His body needed to be fucked hard, knotted, bred, as unlikely as it was for him to receive in his first heat. When Mika pulled back and lifted his soaked fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, his pink tongue sliding between and around them, Yuu shuddered with each little moan the blond made. “You’re delicious.”

“And you’re stalling-!”

Mika chuckled at him, his free hand already undoing the buttons of his shirt. He didn’t want to torture the poor little omega but he couldn’t rip his eyes from the sublime body squirming in need long enough to concentrate on getting undressed – in the end, he hurriedly shoved down his pants and impatiently pulled off his shirt just so he could join Yuu in bed.

When he came to hover over the dark-haired boy Yuu’s arms and legs wound around him like a koala clinging to tree; the tip of his hard cock was nudged right up against the hot, slick hole and immediately glided inside as easily as if they were lock and key. Made for each other. Mika groaned at the delicious heat just as Yuu cried out his first orgasm splashing between their bodies just from being entered.

It was heady, it was bliss and relief and better than anything Yuu had ever experienced. Mika’s cock was hard as steel it seemed and stretching him just enough to ease the ache inside him – especially when he began moving. The blond didn’t bother with a gentle pace when the omega beneath him was so primed to be plowed hard; he bottomed out inside him and set a rough pace immediately, unable to hold back. Yuu was gripping him so perfectly, so slick and hot it was hard not to give into his instincts – the omega was ready, begging for it his blunt nails scoring his back, the pinpricks of pain only spurring the blond on. Yuu’s pretty green eyes were rolling back, lashes fluttering in ecstasy, and the noises he made – Mika was lost. He let his forehead drop to Yuu’s shoulder, hunching over him to get more traction, more speed, get deeper inside the slick velvet vice that gripped his cock as if sucking on it.

He had never actually grown a knot before but damn if it wasn’t amazing; Yuu was panting beneath him, clinging to him and making a soft little gasping moan whenever Mika moved, the thickest part of the blond’s cock stretching the slick rim. “Mi…Mika…”

“Shh, Yuu-chan. It’s okay.” He had come in long, hard pulses, all of his cum trapped inside the heated body, and Yuu was slowly falling slack underneath him, all his muscles relaxed and loose. His grip on Mika’s shoulders had become weaker. His eyes cleared, little by little; Mika smiled at him and kissed his cheek. “We’ll be like this for a while…are you comfortable?”

Yuu nodded, eyes so green they were almost luminous. He lifted a hand trembling with exhaustion to brush ash-blond bangs from Mika’s face. “Yes,” he replied quietly. There was a blush high in his cheeks still, lips so plush from having bitten them all throughout the first round that Mika couldn’t help it – he leaned down and tenderly brushed his own over them, once, twice. Yuu, sweet and submissive with the endorphins that came from being knotted during heat, tilted his head to receive more, and more he was given. Mika’s eyes closed when their mouths pressed together more fully, his tongue sweeping into Yuu’s open mouth, stroking against his.

When Mika was able to pull back all he could taste was Yuu. He shifted to let his softened cock slip from the omega’s pounded hole and smiled at the wince Yuu gave, slick and cum drooling onto the comforter. “Sorry…”

“You don’t have to apologize. Sheets can be washed. Do you need anything? Water, food?”

“Water, please.” Yuu shifted, pulling himself out of the wet spot and higher onto the bed to lie in it properly; now that Mika wasn’t worried about his sheets, he grasped the edge of the soft comforter and rolled himself into it like building a cocoon around himself. His eyes followed Mika’s naked form as the alpha left the room, teeth sinking into his lower lip, pensively. He felt fine, now. The ache was gone, the burning need to have someone cum inside of him, the frenzy of a strong, warm body moving atop his – all gone. He felt sated, exhausted. It was nice.

Although the round had been rough, it hadn’t hurt at all. Yuu supposed that was because his heat primed him for this exact activity, allowing him to enjoy the act of an alpha mounting him. Small blessings. Oh, Guren would be pissed he had turned out to be an omega, probably. The man had spent so much time teaching him sports, especially sword fighting, typical alpha activities – all for naught now. It was part of the reason he hadn’t wanted to go home tonight.

Mika returned with a large glass of water and a few candy bars and Yuu firmly believed the alpha was his new favorite person ever. The blond climbed back into bed, leaning against the headboard and flipped the other end of the comforter over them so they could be warm and cuddled up and very caringly helped Yuu eat and drink, only stealing a few sips and a bite for himself. Yuu polished off the water, and another from the bottle on Mika’s nightstand, as well as two Snickers bars and a small bag of Oreos. Just as he nestled in against the warm blond with a happy sigh…there was a twinge in his core. “Oh no…again?!”

“This really is your first heat, isn’t it?” Mika grinned, helping him to straddle his lap so he could push his cock right back into the slickness. Yuu gave an immediate groan of relief. “This will go on for two, maybe three days. We’ll be totally wrecked by the end of it.” He didn’t sound at all torn up about it, his grin widening when Yuu began rolling his hips, fucking himself on the thick length, his hands right on Mika’s shoulders and the blond holding onto his waist. Grinding onto Mika’s knot in this position was even better than laying on his back; Yuu rocked back and forth, the blond’s mouth teasing his oversensitive nipples.

Somewhen during the first day, Mika tried to make him familiar with his apartment, which ended in an energetic fuck against the kitchen counter, and another with Yuu bent over the back of the couch, perfect height for a deep dicking. Yuu didn’t remember much of the general layout, needless to say.

Yuu’s heat took a little longer than 48 hours. He noticed the exact moment it broke; Mika was behind him, fucking him into the mattress with his knot banging into his rim, the thing Yuu loved best, filling him with hot seed…and Yuu merely fell slack completely, a shudder running through his body, rapidly cooling. After spending the last two days in almost a fever, he was immediately cold, only Mika’s body heat atop him keeping him from shivering. Mika’s mouth moved lazily against the back of his neck but Yuu could feel how sluggish the caresses were. Mika’s body became heavier atop his as soon as the knot softened enough so they could separate; Mika had held himself up with the last reserves of strength he had. Yuu turned to face him when Mika rolled off to the side. There was a gray tinge to his skin, dark circles under his cerulean eyes. “I wrecked you,” Yuu said plaintively, cupping the lovely face in his hands.

Mika merely pulled him closer, against his chest, tugging listlessly at the comforter to wrap them up until Yuu helped to cover them. “I thought that was my job,” the blond said almost tonelessly. Yuu had demanded to be filled almost every hour – they were both exhausted, but Mika had worn himself down further caring for the omega in his bed, keeping him fed and hydrated on top of servicing his need. “I think I’ll sleep for the rest of the week,” Mika murmured into his hair. Yuu cuddled in, very much agreeing with that sentiment.

After a moment of silence, Mika spoke again. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”

Yuu didn’t even hesitate. “Yes.”

“You are Mikaela Shindo?!” Yuu gaped at the man who had serviced him during his heat, sitting at the kitchen island, a large mug of coffee in his hand. Mika, who was wearing pajama bottoms and filling up a second mug, smirked at him.

“Yeah, that’s what I said.”

It was currently Saturday and when Yuu had finally texted Guren with the update that he was fine and would come home soon (the first message after the one very hurried, almost indecipherable text Yuu had sent him that his heat had hit and he wouldn’t be home for a few days) he couldn’t help but wonder where he hell he was, anyway.

“I’m hurt, Yuu-chan. I thought you’d recognize my face.”

“You’re kinda full of yourself aren’t you?”

Mika grinned at him sunnily. “A little, maybe. But you know…you were more than a little full of me the last few days.”

“Oh my god.” Yuu rolled his eyes at the terrible pun, but he had to smile, hiding the curve of his lips against the rim of his mug. No wonder the alphas in that bar had parted for Mika – his family basically owned half of the city.

“Do you disagree?”

“I wouldn’t dare to disagree with the fucking Prince of Sanguinem.”

Mika walked over and put a plate of pancakes in front of Yuu, leaning in to sweetly kiss his temple. “Does that make you my princess then?”

Usually, Yuu would firmly disagree being called a princess…but Mika’s expression gave him pause. He looked hopeful, but also…anxious? “Do you want me to be…?”

“Mine. Yes.”

“Why?”

Mika raised his brows at him. “Do you really have to ask? We just spent two days in bed with each other. I’m feeling more than a little attached to you.”

Yuu felt a blush creep up into his cheeks. “I’ll have to talk to my uncle first…”

The blond grasped one of his hands and brought it up, pressing his lips against his knuckles, his blue eyes intent on Yuu’s. “I’ll talk to him. Just…say it. Please.”

How could he tell such a face no, honestly?

“I’m yours.”

Chapter Text

“No.”

“What? Why the hell not?!”

“Because I said so, Yuu. Stop arguing with me, you’re not a little kid anymore.”

“Exactly! So why can’t I go?” Yuu protested, standing in the doorway to his father’s study, a large overnight bag having thumped to the floor by his feet when Guren had blatantly denied his request without even looking up from his laptop. He did glance at his son now that the brat seemed intent on dragging this matter out into a lengthy discussion, something Guren had, quite frankly, no patience for.

“Are you actually, honestly asking me that.”

“Yes!”

Guren pulled off his reading glasses and sat up straight, giving his teen son a stern look. “Because every time you go visit Mika, all you do is fuck, get high and get into all kinds of bullshit trouble. So no. You can not drive up to visit him while his parents are on a cruise.”

“I’m almost eighteen! You can’t tell me what to do for much longer, you know!”

“Sure,” Guren agreed almost mildly. “But for this weekend, I totally can.”

Yuu snatched up his bag and stomped away, making sure each of his steps punished the very ground he walked on with their intensity. Maybe it was a little immature, the boy mused, but it was an excellent way or purging his petulant anger. Once he was back in his bedroom, he fished his smartphone from his pocket and opened the on-going chat he had with his best friend-slash-partner in crime-slash-fuckbuddy.

Nuggetluvr1610: fkin guren won’t let me go

SongofBlood: What? Whytf not?

Nuggetluvr1610: says all we do is fk an get hi

SongofBlood: lol that were the plans for the entire weekend Yuu-chan, why did you tell him?

Nuggetluvr1610: I didn’t! he figured it out

SongofBlood: well crap. And now?

Yuu threw himself onto his bed haphazardly with a huff, thumbs flying over the screen keyboard.

Nuggetluvr1610: dunno, we’ll have to do it another time I guess

Within a few seconds, Mika called him, his grinning face flashing on the screen. Yuu swiped his thumb to accept. “He’s being such a dickweed!” he complained immediately, pouting when he heard Mika’s throaty chuckle. “Don’t laugh at me, Mika, I was looking forward to this. I even bought…you know.”

“You actually bought that?!” Mika sounded more delighted than amused now. “Damn, I didn’t think you had the balls. Well, now the weekend seems even more wasted than before. I was looking forward to seeing you use it.”

“Who says it was for me?!”

“I’d be more than happy to use it on you, Yuu-chan, but if you wanted to try on your own, I demand you take pics. I wanna see that.”

Yuu grumbled, turning onto his side, the phone cradled against his cheek. “It doesn’t seem as much fun alone, though.”

“You could find someone to try it with you,” Mika replied in a reasonable tone; ever since his family had moved away, their relationship had become more open than before. While they were still each other’s favorite and firmly planned to get an apartment together as soon as they went to college in a few months, every now and then they would find someone else to get off with, especially when visits were spanned by large amounts of time. “Wasn’t Shiho offering?”

“Ugh, no, Mika, I wanted this to be special.”

“It can still be if you do it on webcam.” Yuu could absolutely hear the grin on the blond’s face.

“You’re impossible.”

“No, just horny. So, what are you gonna do now?”

Yuu sighed. They had been planning this weekend for weeks now. “I suppose I can find someone to get off with, I really have to leave the house. It feels like I’m suffocating in here. Also, I wanna piss off dad. Like, really badly.”

“So fuck someone you know pisses him off.”

Yuu blinked. “That’s a great idea actually.”

“Have someone in mind?”

“Yeah.” He sat up. There was only one person who pissed Guren off more than Yuu did on a regular basis. “I’ll call you later.”

“Pics or it didn’t happen!”

Yuu hung up and hopped out of bed, ineffectively trying to smooth his hair as he padded down the hallway back towards his father’s study, peeking around the doorframe, trying to look dejected, but calm. “Dad.”

“What now.”

“Can I go out with Mitsuba?”

“Yeah.”

“What, really?”

Guren looked up, looking mildly annoyed. “Yes, really. Just because I don’t want you to get high all weekend doesn’t mean I’ll keep you locked in the house. At least, with the girls, I know you won’t get in trouble.”

Oh if he only knew. Compared to what Mitsuba and Shinoa did on parties, what he and Mika did was rather tame – but Yuu wouldn’t tell him that of course. “Okay, thanks. I don’t know when I’ll be home.”

“Alright, take your key then.”

This was proving to be easier than he had thought, really. His father seemed eager to get him out of the house as long as it meant he wouldn’t see Mika; he wouldn’t have had to make up an excuse, after all. “See you.” Yuu grabbed his jacket on the way to the door and shrugged it on, then took his bike from the garage. It was a nice day, if a little fresh-breezed, and the trip wasn’t very long either; Yuu reached his destination within the better part of half an hour. He hopped off the BMX and leaned it against the wall of the two-story house, taking a deep breath before he rang the doorbell. Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe he wasn’t even home…it was early Saturday morning, it could be very possible he was at work-

The door opened to reveal just the man Yuu wanted to see. He smiled up broadly and wrapped his arms around a firm waist. “Good morning, uncle!” A hand came down on the top of his head, lightly patting his wild hair, but he could feel the man’s confusion.

Kureto wasn’t his actual uncle, of course. He was the elder brother of Guren’s husband, but Yuu’s father and Shinya had gotten married when Yuu had just turned eight, so the tall, imposing man had been a presence in his life for a good chunk of it now. He gave great Christmas and birthday gifts and he had taken Yuu, Mika, and Shiho out on fishing weekends when the boys had been small which had been a lot of fun every time simply because they had gotten to run around outside with minimal supervision.  He was also the one person that Guren disliked more than anyone else in the world, so he was perfect for the plan Yuu had hatched – both kind to him and irritating to his father.

He also seemed puzzled by the visit and hug. “Good morning. What are you doing here, Yuu?”

“I wanted to visit you.”

Kureto raised a brow at him and Yuu flushed; apparently he wasn’t very convincing. “I have a problem.”

“Come in, then.”

“So,” Yuu concluded his story a little later, sitting on the couch in Kureto’s living room with a warm mug of hot chocolate cupped in both palms, “dad is being a total bastard and not letting me go see Mika because of that.”

If Kureto judged him for the things he had just admitted to – and granted, he had digressed from the main topic quite a bit – the man didn’t show it. He sat in one of the armchairs that flanked the couch around a glass coffee table, his dark sanguine eyes watching him thoughtfully.  “I can’t give you permission to drive up there, Yuu,” he told his nephew calmly.

“That’s not what I meant,” the teen replied and Kureto quirked a brow at the way Yuu fidgeted on the couch. “I just really…really…want to piss him off. In return for this, you know?”

“You want to punish him.”

Yuu nodded, a relieved spark in his bright eyes. “Yes.”

Kureto smiled lightly, leaning back in the armchair, his arms crossed over his chest loosely. “I’m always up for antagonizing your father, you know that. What’s the plan?”

“You really want to help me?”

“What kind of uncle would I be if I didn’t help my little nephew when he comes asking me for it?”

“Promise.”

The man nodded. “Promise.”

“Awesome,” Yuu replied, green eyes intent on the older man but dropping to his cocoa mug when his stare was met with a quizzical one. “I was wondering…” The teen steeled himself; timid was not the way to achieve his goals in this situation. He looked up again, fixing his uncle with a firm look. “Would you like to fuck me?”

“Excuse me?”

“Think about it,” Yuu rambled, scooting to the edge of the couch. “Dad would be so pissed. You get to have this,” gesturing to himself, “and you get to really annoy him.”

Kureto was quiet for a long moment, staring at him as if he didn’t trust his ears. “Aren’t you a bit young to go around offering your body to people?” he asked, brows climbing up his forehead.

“I’m not a kid.”

“Can you even tie your shoes yet?”

“I can suck out your brains through your cock is what I can do!” In the deafening silence that followed, Kureto trying to recover from the seduction attempt – not a very graceful one, frankly – Yuu stood, putting his mug down, and skirted around the coffee table to stand before him with a challenging air. He crossed his arms over his chest and lifted his chin, staring  down his nose at the sitting man.

Kureto glanced up, eyes flickering up and down the teen’s body. He hadn’t thought about it before, not consciously, but Yuu was lovely, there was no denying that. Shinya would be mad at him, which was unfortunate, but so would Guren…and he hadn’t pissed Guren off in almost a year, so it probably was time. “Prove it,” he told the brat, leaning back and uncrossing his own arms. Let him try, then, it was likely a bluff anyway-

Yuu dropped to his knees on the carpet under the living room set without a second’s hesitation. That was a surprise already, but not as much as the flash of pure want that crossed Yuu’s features when the boy squirmed between his knees to make space for him for his…task. Yuu leaned in with thinly veiled anticipation and undid the man’s pants with nimble fingers, reaching in without ceremony to pull out the fat, half-hard cock – and fucking nuzzled his face against it like a cat. Kureto’s fingers clenched into the armrests of the armchair he sat in, one of his hands relocating quickly to stroke his fingers into Yuu’s hair and grasp the silk-dark strands. “Fuck,” he murmured, sanguine eyes fixed on the boy, who had his eyes half-closed, not even consciously putting on a show, just enjoying the length hardening against his cheek and parted lips. It went from half to fully hard in a matter of moments.

It seemed Yuu’s claim hadn’t been all bluster after all.

“Yuu,” Kureto murmured, rubbing his thumb over the boy’s forehead; the dark-haired teen glanced up at him, his plush lips parted and brushing against the wide rim beneath the wet head, his pupils so blown the green of his irises was only a suggestion around them. “Hey. You’re not high, are you?” Fucking the teenager he had always seen as his nephew was one thing – doing so while the kid was tripping would be unforgivable.

A sheepish smile curved Yuu’s mouth, half-hidden behind the steely length. “No,” he admitted, almost shy now. “I just….I’m really into this.” He closed his eyes fully to the hand stroking through his hair again, even tipped his head up into the caress.

“Fine. Proceed, then.”

There was the slightest hint of mockery in Yuu’s smile at the brisk command, uttered in such a quiet tone, but he didn’t comment on it. Instead, his thick lashes sank down to rest against the highest part of his cheeks when he leaned in again, his soft lips skimming against the wet skin before his tongue rolled against the side of the thickened tip. Kureto barely suppressed a shudder.  Yuu’s mouth mapped the entirety of his cock with light, teasing caresses and the brush of his warm breath, the tip of his tongue trailing along starkly pronounced veins and ridges before he allowed the very end to enter his warm, slick mouth, welcomed warmly by his eager tongue lapping at the slit. Little by little, Yuu took in more even as his lips stretched almost obscenely around the thick length; undeterred, he swallowed the hard length as deeply as he could, but the last two inches he didn’t get in, no matter how hard he tried.

“Fuck,” he sulked when he pulled back, cheeks flushed brightly and brows drawn together. “You’re freakishly big, you know! So rude.”

“Maybe you’re just not as grown up as you think you are,” Kureto teased him with a smirk, eyes heated as he watched how swollen and glossy the boy’s lips were after his trial. Yuu’s eyes flashed with irritation as he glanced up.

“I’ll show  you grown up,” he almost snarled before attacking the stiff cock again; what he lacked in depth, so to say, he more than made up in enthusiasm and aggression, sucking so hard his cheeks hollowed and Kureto grasped both sides of his head to pull him off with a wince.

“Easy, now. Mauling me isn’t going to do you any good.”

“But-“

“Strip.”

Yuu blinked at him as if he snapped at him, eyes wide and surprised. How adorable, Kureto thought with a small smirk. Asking for a fuck and thinking he can get out of it with a mere blowjob. He rubbed his thumb over the blushing apple of one of the boy’s cheeks. “Go on,” he told him, voice low. “You can’t properly piss off your father if you’re still dressed, right?” That seemed to steer Yuu into the right direction again. He gave a nod, pulling away and rising to his feet with the fluent grace of youth; standing between Kureto’s spread knees and not backing away an inch, he grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head to fall to the floor, neglected, baring his smooth, lithe chest. His hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and did them next, wiggling to get them down, kicking them away. He wasn’t wearing anything beneath.

Arousal slammed into Kureto like a sucker punch.

“Turn around,” he told the boy, “and grab your ankles.” Yuu stared at him for a moment with heated eyes, obviously trying to decide if it was worth protesting…or whether he should just go with it. The latter won. He pivoted on his heel, keeping his eyes on his uncle’s face until his back was fully to him. Kureto wasn’t sure whether Yuu moved slowly out of uncertainty or because he was trying to be sensual, but it gave him an opportunity to properly look at the seventeen-year-old. Smooth skin, a lithe built, delicately defined body. His coloring, of course, was flawless and exotic, his dark hair and bright green eyes a contrast to the honeyed tone of his skin. Kureto trailed his gaze from the thin nape down the elegant line of the boy’s spine all the way down to his narrow hips, the curve of his firm ass, and the charming dimple set above each cheek. His mouth watered just thinking about licking them.

Yuu began bending; his hands smoothed along his own thighs, likely to hold on to something and anchor himself. Kureto refused to widen the space between his knees even when Yuu’s legs pressed against his, the boy trying to take a broader stance in an attempt to keep his balance – he denied it simply because it would keep Yuu on his toes. His hands rose to grasp the back of the boy’s thighs the moment Yuu’s fingers curled around his ankles, at the highest point; the boy gasped when Kureto’s thumbs pressed into the sweet spots just where the round of Yuu’s behind began. 

The older man didn’t say a word, preferring to keep the teen agonizing over the silence for a long moment. His hands ran over the firm round of Yuu’s ass, squeezing it almost greedily… Yuu startled and swayed with a yelp when something wet and warm pressed against the sensitive skin. Equally warm breath told him it was Kureto’s tongue, on a steady path to the gap between his buttocks, which was widening by the pull of the man’s thumbs set into them. Only the grasp on him held him on his feet when the slick muscle found the rim of his hole, stroking it almost delicately. “Oh…”

“Don’t hold back your voice,” came the low command and still Yuu bit his lower lip for a spell, whining through gritted teeth before his jaw dropped and his eyes slammed close; Kureto had pressed his tongue through the tight muscle without ceremony, slowly drawing it back and forth. It set his nerves ablaze; his fingers tightened around his ankles, panting and groaning on each exhale.

“Good boy.” The praise made his skin tingle. Yuu could feel wetness against his lower belly as well; he opened his eyes and squinted, the blush returning full force to his cheeks. His cock was full and heavy and it was freely drooling precum all over his skin, pressed tight to his abdomen as it was right now and he hadn’t even touched it yet. Yuu whimpered, closing his eyes again. It felt incredible.

Kureto pulled back far too quickly for Yuu’s tastes, but that didn’t mean he stopped touching him. A fingertip, dry and firm, dipped into the wet, pink hole, hooking behind the muscle and gently tugging down – the man smiled at the whine Yuu gave at the treatment. “You’re a tight little thing, aren’t you,” he crooned, circling his fingers just inside the rim, thoroughly enjoying the way the muscle was clutching at him. “You did do this before, yes?” It was mostly teasing; for one, Kureto was certain Yuu had done the dirty with his boyfriend before if his blowjob skills were anything to go by, and second, he had no qualms whatsoever to take the boy’s virginity since Yuu had begged so prettily for a fuck.

Yuu huffed at him, wavering on his feet. “Of course I did. I’m not some virgin.”

“You sure feel like one,” Kureto drawled, pushing his index finger all the way inside until Yuu mewled. He absolutely loved the snug grip against the one digit already. “I can’t wait to wrap you around my cock.” He pulled back all too quickly, hand connecting with one of those round cheeks in a playful smack that made Yuu yelp once more. “But first, let’s get you wet.” Sanguine eyes traced the room and a smirk curved the man’s mouth when he spotted the exac t place he wanted Yuu in. “Get over to the table and bend over it.”

Yuu straightened; the vertigo of having kept his head down for some long made him dizzy enough to not sass back to the command, uncharacteristically obedient as he padded over to the table Kureto had pointed out. It was the dining room set that Kureto mostly used for working on, rarely ever for food, Yuu’s backpack having been put down on it when he had come in as well; the table was sturdy, but looked elegant due to the glass pane that made up the surface. It was also the perfect height for what they had planned. Yuu hissed when his bare chest sank down against the cool glass; he could hear Kureto getting up behind him, the subtle creak of the armchair’s expensive dark leather, the quiet footsteps over to a cabinet. The slide of fabric against skin when he stripped, finally. A warm hand came down between his shoulderblades when Yuu noticed the other walking closer and rising, pushing him down against the table again. Yuu whimpered when his nipples were forced against the cool glass, peaking stiffly. A clicking sound and the fingers made a reappearance, smearing cool, slick gel between his cheeks. “Spread your legs,” Kureto murmured darkly and Yuu groaned as he obeyed, opening himself to the insistent digits twisting their way inside of him.

Kureto used two from the beginning, making Yuu’s toes curl. The preparation was brisk and efficient, there was no unnecessary teasing in the way Kureto opened and slicked him up for his cock – as much as Yuu enjoyed stroking and caressing and lingering when he was with Mika, this was a welcome alternative. He felt dominated in a way that didn’t feel threatening but rather thrilling; he knew his uncle wouldn’t actually hurt him, but it felt titillating to be held down by the large palm against his back while another hand worked to get him open enough to be fucked. By a very hefty cock. Yuu bit his lower lip and curled his fingers in against the glass, which was fogging up where he was panting against it.

A third finger pressed inside of him and they spread out until Yuu mewled, vision fuzzing. The pad of the middle finger was set firmly against his sweet spot and there was a delicious heat curling in his core. “K-Kureto…”

“Shh, little one. Don’t be greedy.” Despite his words, the man pulled back his fingers and slicked his cock instead; in the brief moment of relief from being filled Yuu gasped in deep breaths. He couldn’t touch himself like this, his length was beneath the glass pane and he was held firmly atop of it. The blunt, heated head of Kureto’s cock pushed against him the next moment and he keened loudly, fingers scrabbling for his backpack to sink his teeth into the sturdy material. He could hear Kureto chuckling behind him while the man sank deep into him. “You’re so cute, Yuu,” he growled softly, his hands firm on the cheeks of that round little ass, holding them apart so he could watch his cock disappear into the greedy, pink hole. “You’re gripping me so tight as if this little mouth of yours wants to suck me, too. You’re a little slut, aren’t you.”

“Less talking… m-more fucking,” Yuu replied in a breathy groan.

“You wouldn’t say that if you could see yourself right now.”

Now there was an idea. Yuu perked up, trying his hardest not to squirm as Kureto gave him small, slow thrusts to bottom out in the vice-like grip, and pulled his phone from his backpack. “Let’s see…” Practiced thumbs pulled up the front cam, angling it so Yuu could have a good look.

There was a flush in his cheeks, his eyes hazy and half-lidded, lips wet and swollen from being wrapped around the thick cock currently working to stuff itself fully into his ass. If he angled the phone right, he could put Kureto into the screen as well, at least part of him; the camera captured his upturned ass grasped by long fingers and the man’s toned front up to his chest. On a whim, Yuu pressed the button to take the picture. He looked absolutely lewd. The new function on his phone allowed him to make the picture a short clip, even; watching Kureto’s body roll into his, tighten with the slow thrust, and his own mouth part in a breathy moan was breathtaking. “You’re right…”

Kureto laughed lowly behind him. “I know.” He gave him a harder push and Yuu lost his grip on the phone, letting it drop against the backpack, his attention fully on the thick cock stroking his insides.

“Oh, fu…” It felt incredible, Kureto’s hardness was long and thick enough to simultaneously stimulate all his sensitive spots, from his stretched rim to his prostate and all the weak spots inbetween that made his toes curl. Yuu came from a particularly well-aimed thrust, creamy ribbons splattering the underside of the glass pane and the floor beneath the table. His back arched, needy cries thrown back from the walls from their sheer volume – Kureto didn’t bother slowly down, riding the teen’s ass through the waves of his orgasm.

When Yuu slumped onto the table, panting, boneless, his uncle simply picked him up and turned him around, leaving his body for just the moment that it took him to put Yuu onto his back on the glass, step right between the thighs he held under his knees. The tall man took a moment to look the boy over; debauched and held open, his hole gaping the slightest bit and winking as if begging for him to get back inside, the boy’s slender cock still hard despite having cum just now. It didn’t show any signs of flagging, either. Kureto licked his lips; he sank back inside without even needing the help of his hand, Yuu’s body so receptive it swallowed him right up. And still the kid was so damn tight. It felt like his cock was being massaged firmly, incredibly addicting.

His eyes trailed up Yuu’s body; his flat belly was quivering with his long, slow push, his chest heaving with his panting, capped with hard, flushed-pink nipples. Yuu’s legs wound around his middle firmly when he leaned down to sample one, lips and tongue stroking the heated little pebble, much to Yuu’s apparent delight.

Mindless with pleasure, but more aware after his first wave of ecstasy, Yuu’s fingers scrabbled for his phone again. He took a moving picture from the upper right, capturing the side of his face and the long view down his body, Kureto’s lips parted around his nipple with the slick glisten of his tongue moving in against his skin. His body looked supple, wrapped around Kureto’s hips like that. He captured movement a moment before Kureto’s hand grasped his chin and canted it towards him so the older man could kiss him, tongue penetrating his mouth in the same rhythm his hips had adopted, smooth but relentless. His skin was damp with a light sheen of sweat, all but sticking him to the glass table even as the man’s thrusts became harder, more erratic. Kureto grasped one of his legs and hooked them over his shoulder, pressing even deeper inside him and Yuu tightened around him with a gasp when the first hot spurts of cum filled him – again and again – until he was so full Kureto’s cock was forcing it out because he still hadn’t stopped fucking him.

When Yuu came to, he was wrapped up in a blanket and laying on something much more comfortable than a glass table. He opened his eyes with a squint and noticed he was back in the living room, resting on the couch with his head in his uncle’s lap, a hand idly stroking through his dark hair. Kureto wasn’t paying attention to him; his eyes were fixed on Yuu’s phone in his other hand, thumb making the lazy sweeping motion Yuu immediately associated with scrolling. He stretched and winced at the soreness in his ass and thighs; riding his bike home would be a challenge. Kureto’s dark eyes flicked down to him. “Feeling better?” he asked with concern that was tainted by the amusement in his voice, as if it wasn’t unusual for him to have his partners black out after a round with him. “You’ve got an impressive portfolio here, you know.” He wiggled the phone in his hand. Yuu saw his open gallery on the screen and had the grace to blush.

“Yeah, well…”

“You know,” Kureto said, nonchalantly pulling up the first picture Yuu had taken of them, getting dicked from behind, and pressed send after selecting Guren’s name from his list of contacts, then doing the same sending them to his own phone. “If you’d wanted to save this, you could have used these too.”

Yuu followed the man’s pointed finger and blinked at the little black contraption with its red light, pointed towards the table from where it was mounted on the ceiling. “You… have security cameras. In your home.”

“Of course.”

Green eyes flicked up to meet dark red, brows raised. “All over the place?”

“Pretty much, yes.”

An intrigued look came over Yuu’s face. He took his phone from Kureto’s hand, squirmed to be more comfortable against his uncle’s lap and opened the chat app while ignoring the torrent of messages Guren had already begun sending him.

Nuggetluvr1610: hey wana cum over instead?

SongofBlood: lol are you done already?

Yuu smiled, sending the two pics he had taken, and snapped one of the camera to send it as well.

Nuggetluvr1610: no but I have a new playground

The black-haired teen grinned up at his uncle in the moment it took Mika to look at the pics and reply. “You can handle both of us for a weekend, right?”

SongofBlood: give me like an hour.

Kureto snorted in amusement, fingers carding through Yuu’s dark hair. “What have I gotten myself into…”

Chapter Text

Mika was the absolute epitome of beauty to Yuu.

His ash-blonde hair always seemed such an artfully tousled mess. His eyes held the color of deep water. His body. The almost aristocratic features of his face. When Mika smiled at him, Yuu’s heart seemed to stop.

Yuu subtly tried to sneak another look. Mika was lounging on the couch next to him, all casual perfection, one arm propped atop the backrest of the couch, conveniently behind Yuu’s back so the tips of his fingers could brush the soft, fine dark hair of his boyfriend if he chose to reach out. It was Friday night, they were watching a movie – casual, like boyfriends were supposed to, Yuu guessed. Mika was infinitely patient with him, loving, affectionate. Supportive. Yuu couldn’t fathom how he deserved the blonde. Mika’s eyes were fixed on the screen, the flickering lights playing over his face and the exposed skin of his neck and collar; Yuu pulled his feet up onto the couch and tucked his knees against his chest. The sight of his boyfriend alone was enough to heat his blood and he inched a little closer until he could feel the warmth of Mika’s body. A quick glance up at Mika’s face told Yuu that his boyfriend had noticed; there was a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth, not much of a warning before Mika’s arm snapped around him and yanked him closer. Yuu yelped, the sound melting into a moan when Mika’s mouth began nuzzling the top of his ear, playfully nipping. “Mika…”

“Mm, isn’t this what you wanted?” the blonde purred; the soft, wet sound of his mouth opening almost was even more arousing than the tip of his tongue coming out to trace all the whorls and curves of Yuu’s ear, sweet anticipation. “I know that look on your face.”

“M-mhm…” Yuu couldn’t help but shiver, especially when Mika’s free hand touched his leg, slid along the backside of his thigh so his long fingers could curl around the fleshy part and squeeze. Mika was the only person that could make him feel like this – almost timid, but eager to play, because Mika knew exactly how to touch, knew exactly what to say to make those thrills run up and down Yuu’s spine. The blonde’s arm tightened around him, fingers coming around to cup his neck and tip his face up, more space for his mouth to play against Yuu’s neck.

Yuu squeezed his eyes shut. Mika’s lips were soft, his hands insistent, the way he smelled made Yuu dizzy. Mika’s mouth sealed against the curve of his collar and Yuu’s world tilted; he opened his eyes and found himself on his back in the cushions, Mika looming over him, between his legs. His blue eyes were dark and half-lidded as he stared down at his shorter boyfriend, how his shirt had ridden up and bared a delectable stripe of honey-toned skin. He licked his lips and leaned down to press his lips against the soft skin, but met fabric instead when Yuu hurriedly tugged his shirt back down.

Mika barely suppressed a sigh. “Yuu-chan…” The dark-haired boy was looking away, passively towards the TV, but there was a blush burning in his cheeks that had nothing to do with arousal. “Babe, come on. I’ve seen you naked countless times.”

“I know,” Yuu replied tonelessly, eyes darting to his face, then back towards the TV screen. Mika leaned down and kissed the warm apple of his cheek, trying for levity.

“How am I supposed to ravish you if you won’t undress?” He had hit a nerve there, that was obvious, because the skin underneath his mouth twitched. “Yuu. Hey.” He grasped Yuu’s face and turned it back to his, mouth pecking Yuu’s pout briefly. “I love you. I think you’re beautiful.”

Yuu gave him a sardonic snort and pulled his head back. “I’ll just… I’ll just give you a blowjob, or something.” The offer was tempting, but Yuu’s voice was tinged with a sort of bitter that raked over Mika’s nerves like nails over chalkboard.

He had seen Yuu naked before, that hadn’t been a lie, but the countless times had been an exaggeration. In truth, it had been like two times for full nudity, because most of the time Yuu would keep his shirt on when they had sex. It was something Mika could understand, he really did because yes, the scars had been gruesome at one point – Yuu had spent half a year of his life in the hospital after he had been run over by a minivan when he was twelve – but even if they hadn’t faded as they had Mika would have been Yuu’s boyfriend. Because he loved him. Because he had loved him ever since his mother had hit this reckless little boy running after his baseball onto the street without looking and Mika, in the backseat for that incident, had demanded to visit Yuu every day for that half year, and every day after Yuu had come home as well. He had been his best friend before he had become his boyfriend, and he knew how much better Yuu’s torso looked by now, because he knew how horrifying the wounds had been. He’d been there. Mika couldn’t help but feel a smidgen of resentment about the fact that Yuu would be so insecure about his looks – because Yuu was gorgeous in Mika’s opinion, scars be damned. His hair, his vibrant eyes. His laugh. The way his smile would soften when he looked at Mika. His spunky personality only added to that, his sweetness, his sympathy. Even if Yuu wasn’t as pretty as he was, Mika would want no one else.

It frustrated him beyond belief that Yuu wouldn’t believe him, that there was still a part of Yuu that doubted Mika would stay with him. “I love you,” he repeated, a little firmer, and Yuu closed his eyes. “Okay. That’s it. Come with me.” Mika pushed himself up and tugged Yuu off the couch and onto his feet by his wrist.

“What are you-?!”

Mika dragged him along, out of the living room, down the hallway. His free hand punched the light switch to the bathroom more than he flipped it. “I’m going to show you what I see when I look at you.”

“But-!” Yuu gasped when Mika grasped his waist, kicked the door shut, and put him down firmly in front of the bathroom sink, his half-erection pressing against the porcelain when Mika crowded him against it, pressed flush against his back.

“Hold on to here,” the blonde murmured, his hands on top of Yuu’s making the brunet grasp the rim of the sink. Yuu blinked at them, how Mika kept their fingers intertwined so he couldn’t pull away, and gasped then the blonde’s hot mouth returned to his neck. “I’m not going to strip you – much,” he murmured against the soft, heated skin, teeth nibbling Yuu’s pulse point a moment later and the brunet moaned despite his wariness, letting his head drop back against his taller boyfriend’s shoulder, “but you need to understand. I need you to see, Yuu-chan.” His hands slowly left Yuu’s, moving onto his wrist, up the sensitive insides of his forearms. When his fingertips came to rest against the bend of Yuu’s elbows, Mika glanced down to see if Yuu had let go of the sink – he hadn’t. Good. His mouth kept moving against Yuu’s neck until the slender brunet moaned again, Yuu’s eyes closed so he didn’t actually see what was going on, but his tense body was slowly but surely relaxing in the cage of Mika’s body.

The blonde’s fingers trailed up Yuu’s arms to the rounds of his shoulders, covering them warmly with his palms. His blunt nails gently dragged along the half-exposed collarbones, Mika feeling Yuu’s shiver right against his front. His hands, gentle still, smoothed down the backs of Yuu’s shoulders, along his shoulder-blades and his ribs until he was cupping his ribcage. Yuu mewed when his fingertips began to manipulate the boy’s tender nipples through his shirt, drawing circles around them which dragged the fabric back and forth over the sensitive tips. In spite of his insecurities, Yuu loved sex and he absolutely adored being touched, Mika knew that, he just had a problem with being seen and on display. Frankly there was nothing more appealing than Yuu, naked from the waist down in some cute shirt, moaning and lolling in bliss – but Mika craved skin on skin contact. His nails grazed the pebbled nubs; also he wanted to properly play with these and Yuu would barely let him grasp his waist under the shirt to hold him during a deep, hard dicking without squirming in discomfort. The one or two times he had gotten Yuu completely naked he had made the little brunet cum all over himself just from playing with his cute little tips and the cock inside him, without touching his dick at all. Yuu had been so drowsily sated afterwards he had drooled. Mika wanted to give him that kind of mind-blowing sex every day.

Yuu had begun panting softly already, hips writhing the slightest bit, which rolled his plush round ass back against Mika’s hard-on. Mika dragged his tongue up Yuu’s neck, palms light on his waist over the shirt he wore until his finger snagged against the indent of Yuu’s navel. “Would you like some more?” Mika murmured against Yuu’s jawline with a light smirk. It wasn’t even teasing, making Yuu beg for more – Mika needed to be sure his boyfriend was in the proper mindset for this kind of game. In lieu of a reply, Yuu turned his head to catch those smirking lips with his own; Mika didn’t waste time rolling his tongue into the wet, gasping mouth. It was confirmation enough in the way Yuu eagerly kissed back, going as far as arching his back so he could push back into Mika’s erection more firmly.

When Yuu’s lips detached from his, a thin string of drool snapping back against his lower lip, Mika drew back enough to pull his own shirt over his head without hesitation, dropping the dark fabric to the floor, forgotten. Yuu tried to turn around to ogle him, but oh, that was the perfect moment to make Yuu aware just what kind of game he was playing here – his hands, gentle but firm, turned Yuu back towards the mirror. Lust-hazy green eyes widened when Yuu finally understood. There was a mirror in front of him. Of course. What an evil plot! Before he could protest, Mika had reached out and dragged the mirrored doors of the bathroom cabinet to stand half-ajar – combined with the still closed door in the middle, there were now three reflections of Yuu staring back at him, with as many shirtless Mikas behind him. “Mika…”

“It’s okay,” the blond soothed him, voice deep with arousal as he worked on his pants next, the soft sweatpants falling down his legs easily to be kicked away. Yuu’s were next, Mika’s fingers quick in loosening the drawstring. Yuu’s hard cock touched the cool porcelain and the brunet hissed, arching away from it, which gave his back that appealing curve that made his ass stick out so delightfully. “Mm, like that.” Mika’s hands were on the cheeks a heartbeat later, squeezing them firmly. Yuu’s ass was perfect, round and firm, the skin flawless and holding color so well that Yuu always looked freshly spanked whenever Mika set a brisker pace for once. Even under his squeezing fingers, the cheeks were blushing already. He couldn’t resist giving one of them a quick, light tap, just to see Yuu jump and gasp. Vibrant eyes glared at him from his reflection, though not very convincingly. “Sorry,” Mika told him mirthfully. “Couldn’t resist.”

“You…” Yuu huffed and pouted, but the expression melted off his face when the hands resumed their slow, kneading massage, more tension leaving his body. Mika pulled his thighs apart, Yuu’s socked feet skidding on the tiles of the bathroom floor, then a nudge between his shoulder-blades gently bent him over the sink.

“Yuu,” Mika murmured, covering him with his body for a moment, mouth at his ear and the heat of his cock dragging up the inside of one of his thighs, “I need you to watch yourself in the mirror, now.” He smiled at the blush returning full force. “Please. You can close your eyes if it’s too much, but I would really, really like for you to see.”

“See what, exactly?” Yuu murmured back, not trusting his voice enough to not waver should he speak up.

“How utterly breathtaking you are when you’re enjoying yourself.”

“You’re so full of yourself, Mika.”

“Mm, give me ten minutes and you will be too…” Mika grinned at Yuu’s breathy laugh.

“Dork.”

“I love you too.”

Yuu was still amused when Mika took the lube out of the cabinet and began coating his fingers. In fact, he was looking forward to this game – so far nothing outrageous had happened, he still had his shirt on and even if Mika had told him to watch himself, which was a little outlandish to him because he’d much rather watch Mika, it was a new game and he was sure he would enjoy it. Mika always made him enjoy it. He held his own stare when Mika began stroking the cool gel against his entrance, rubbing the muscle just the way Yuu liked it, light and tender at first and slowly getting more insistent until the tight hole would relax enough to let one of those long, skilled fingers sink inside. He couldn’t see the appeal of his expression, really. His cheeks were flushed, his lips parted and every now and then his tongue would flick out and wet them, but Yuu didn’t think he looked as good as Mika did when he fucked him – brows tight, blue eyes on fire, teeth grit, an expression so heated it made Yuu’s belly quiver.

That changed when Mika began fingering him, two digits inside him and pulling them back and forth in tandem so one of them was inside Yuu at all times, with his fingertips sparking against his sweet spot. Yuu’s eyes darkened to emerald and the whine he gave puffed against the glass of the mirror. By the time he was ready to take his boyfriend’s cock, he understood a little better; his expression was all but lewd by now and becoming even more so every time he snuck a glance at Mika’s toned, bare chest behind him, grasping the sink still, rocking back against the fingers preparing him.

He lost it completely when Mika finally sank into him.

A small part of Yuu’s mind was speechless and baffled by how… sensual he looked. His jaw dropped a little more, lips plush from being bitten and kissed, his eyes glossy with arousal and there was a tension in his body that had nothing to do with discomfort. In his reflection, behind his shoulder, he could see the curve of his ass and Mika’s taut abdomen tightening as he pushed inside him. The visuals almost overtook the sensation of being stuffed full; Mika’s hands were curled around his hipbones, holding him steady. Achingly slow, the blonde drew back and slid back inside, slick and narrow velvet heat speared and eagerly yielding to him, Yuu’s soft moans bouncing back from the mirror in front of him.

Yuu couldn’t look away.

The sight was absolutely riveting, drawing his attention even as his body sang with pleasure the moment the head of Mika’s thick cock scraped along his prostate and made his toes curl. Mika’s eyes met his in the mirror and Yuu whimpered; Mika’s stare was intense normally, but this laser focus was at once thrilling and flattering. Mika’s attention was only on him, nothing else. The world could have fallen to pieces around them and still, Mika would only have eyes for Yuu.

It felt like a small, knotted piece of string unraveling in his mind, smoothing out. His vision cleared. An extraordinary kind of peace swept through him even as he peaked, breaking the eye contact by closing his and keening, ribbons of his cum falling onto the tiled floor between their feet and the outside curve of the sink. Yuu panted, his elbows buckling, fingertips numb with how hard he had gripped the sink. “Mika…” he whimpered, a sound so plaintive it made the blonde stop completely.

“Yuu-chan,” Mika replied warmly after a moment of chasing his elusive composure, gathering the brunet back into his arms and kissing his shoulder, his neck, his cheek. “Are you okay?”

Yuu was more than okay. Mika brought him back to their bedroom when it was obvious Yuu wouldn’t be able to stand anymore, too knocked out from his orgasm, and lay him out on their bed on his back. The blonde moved back between his thighs and back inside the delightful heat of Yuu’s ass, keeping the pace light and slow, barely rocking back and forth until Yuu squirmed with renewed arousal. Yuu was a vision, as usual. Spread out on his back, his hands curled into the sheets next to his head and his navel exposed by the tilt of his hips, the brunet didn’t say a word, merely looked up at him with something akin to wonder in his green eyes. Mika smiled and leaned down, kissing first his lips, then the faintest of his scars, a mere pale line down his collarbone.

“…more.”

He had almost missed the soft word. Mika licked the hollow of Yuu’s throat and sped up the pace the slightest bit, but that wasn’t what Yuu wanted. “Mika… more. More skin.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” There was hardly any hesitation. Mika slowly sat back, stroking the thighs wrapped around his hips and the part of Yuu’s body they connected to, fingers fanning out to cover his hipbones. It was Yuu who pulled up his shirt, a few inches only. Mika almost bent himself in half kissing the skin that was revealed, dropping a kiss onto every scar that was uncovered until he had touched all of them. Yuu was trembling finely. But he wasn’t pulling away.

His lips landed on one rosy nipple just as Yuu tugged his shirt off completely, catching the brunet by surprise. “Mi-!” Yuu huffed when Mika laughed at him, tangled in the shirt as he was which was wrapped around his arms and head. Tender hands came to help and in the tensing silence that followed, Mika leaned down and kissed his naked, lovely boyfriend so deeply Yuu couldn’t even think about protesting.

The blonde resumed their pace, a little quicker now that both arms and legs were wrapped around him and Yuu’s front tight against his, warm and silken and bare finally, Mika hypersensitive to each dip and curve. He wrapped his arms back around Yuu, lapping up each little squeak or gasp the other boy made, pinned beneath him like that. More than the pleasure he took from Yuu’s body, the way they were fully connected now pleased Mika so much he didn’t even need to speed up his thrusting to come, rather enjoying the way Yuu tightened and squirmed around him until he could fill him up. Yuu wasn’t far behind with his second peak.

When Mika rolled them onto their sides, he kept Yuu pressed tightly against him. The brunet began fidgeting, but only to get more comfortable, their legs tangled and his cheek resting on Mika’s biceps; the blonde nudged his forehead against Yuu’s, eyes finding his even in the relative darkness of their bedroom. “I’m not looking at you,” he said softly and felt Yuu smile against his arm.

“I know. Thank you.”

“But did you see-“

“Yes,” Yuu interrupted him, leaning in to peck his mouth. “Yes, I saw. I get it.” The brunet cuddled into him with a pleased hum, reassured that the bedroom was dark and Mika’s body was pretty much hiding his, anyway. “I love you.” He had no doubt he would get over his insecurity in time, with Mika by his side. The first step had been taken today.

“I love you too, Yuu-chan.”

Chapter Text

In all honesty, Shinya hated meetings as much as Guren did. They were long, boring, lots of empty talk and no one appreciated his reports anyway – the only person he knew read them was Kureto, and his adoptive older brother did that in advance. So the only person actually interested already knew what he was going to say, why did he have to get up and recite the whole damn thing?

Shinya slouched in his chair the slightest bit with an irritated frown and was jolted right back up. He threw Kureto, sitting next to him all innocently, a brief glare. The tall dark-haired man didn’t turn his head, didn’t glance his way, but the tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth was proof enough that he had noticed Shinya’s irritation. Bastard, Shinya thought even as he gripped the edge of the table hard enough to hurt.

The low throbbing inside him had turned up for just a fraction of a second before returning to the heartbeat-like sensation just centimeters away from his prostate. No one could say Kureto didn’t have any ideas to make meetings more interesting, at least for himself – and watching Shinya squirm next to him with a vibrating egg toy inside him while high ranking officials sat all around them was definitely interesting. There was a slight blush in Shinya’s pale cheeks as he shifted again, clearing his throat.

“I’m bored,” he had told his adoptive brother before the meeting when he had gone to pick up his report after Kureto’s reviewing of the documents, “I don’t see why I have to sit through this.” It had been a mistake to complain, Shinya realized now, because while he was supposed to be the mischievous one in the family, he hadn’t known stern, collected Kureto’s own impish streak ran about a mile wide. He hadn’t known. And now he was stuck with the pleasurable sensations of the toy inside him sending vibrations through his core in waves. Kureto had bent him over his desk, barely slicked him up enough to get the thing inside, and made it so that it didn’t touch Shinya’s sweet spot directly on purpose. Shinya would last longer this way. And he would beg for cock and relief by the end of the meeting.

Shinya wet his lips and shifted again. He knew the remote to the toy was in Kureto’s hand, the brunet was idly playing with it; every turn of his hand made Shinya tense, anticipating a rise in intensity, but it hadn’t come yet. Ever since he had left Kureto’s office it had been going on the lowest setting with steady, gentle pulses that kept him alert to its presence, his libido interested, but hadn’t done more than keep him half hard and awake. It wasn’t uncomfortable before Kureto had given him that jolt of more intense vibrations; now he couldn’t think of anything but the toy, how it massaged his insides so tantalizingly, of all the virile, strong men around him and how good it would be to the stuffed full of cock right now, he was relaxed enough to take it, one right after the other… but logically, Kureto wouldn’t allow any of them to touch Shinya. His blue eyes fell onto Kureto’s hand again when Shinya saw movement – Kureto’s thumbnail was against the little wheel that controlled the intensity, teasingly tapping and flicking it. Anticipation made Shinya’s skin tighten, any moment now… any…

The remote was set down again. Shinya could have screamed in frustration, right in front of their father. He gave Kureto another dirty look and settled back. Now that he was turned on, he wanted more, too. Shinya didn’t even feel greedy. What had been a small blessing before, not having direct stimulation was turning out to be torture now. Another of the officials began his report, droning on. Shinya didn’t hear a word of it. He needed more now. It was Kureto’s own fault, really. The elder Hiiragi had trained the body of his adoptive younger brother so perfectly, with such tenacity that Shinya couldn’t help it – he was conditioned for pleasure and he had never been able to fight it very well. That’s what made him so fun to tie up, Kureto said. That bastard.

Under the table, knowing this particular report would be longwinded, his hand landed on Kureto’s thigh and smoothed up the slacks of his dark uniform. Shinya could feel the hard muscles of the other’s leg tensing, most likely in surprise – while they had spoken about fucking around in the conference room before, neither had ever endeavored it; for one, the doors didn’t have locks, and not even Kureto was completely certain the room didn’t have some kind of surveillance. While neither had a doubt most people here knew they were hooking up regularly, it added a delicious thrill to pretend it was a secret. Shinya’s hand reached the very top of Kureto’s thigh and squeezed, rubbing his fingertips over the firm limb. His brother’s thighs parted the slightest bit to let his hand slide in-between and Shinya could have moaned aloud at what he found – Kureto was hard, even more so than he himself was and Shinya allowed himself a small smirk, hidden by dipping his face downwards as if to scan the notes in front of him. Two can play this game.

Beside him, Kureto shifted and the remote found its way back into his palm. The wheel was nudged and the heartbeat rhythm inside him became a little faster. Shinya closed his eyes, fingers curled around the erection as much as he could over the tight crotch of those pants. He bit his lower lip sharply, but it did nothing to derail his train of thoughts, right into Gutterville, as he imagined how this scenario would have turned out had they not been in company – Kureto would likely keep him on his lap, back against his broad chest, gloriously naked and damp with sweat, enjoying the way Shinya squirmed on him. He’d likely have his cock sandwiched between Shinya’s ass cheeks, denying him the delight of being entered but keeping the heavy reminder right there against his needy hole, his deep voice purring filthy things into his ear. Kureto’s hands would be laced with his and pinning Shinya’s to the table so he couldn’t touch himself, forcing him to take his pleasure from the teasing vibrations inside him and the heady promise of getting fucked. “Like that, don’t you… my baby brother is such a little cock slut. Are you feeling good? You can’t wait to choke on my cock, can you, stuff your needy cunt so deep you can taste it…” The vibrations would turn up again, and again and again until Shinya came all over himself, his brother clicking his tongue at him in reproach to making a mess and feeding him his own cum with his fingers before replacing the taste with his own…

“Shinya.” One word snapped him from his little daydream; disoriented blue eyes glanced around before landing on his adoptive father, who was staring at him. “Your report.” Oh. Fuck.

With trembling legs, Shinya rose to his feet and grabbed up his report. Either the other man hadn’t spoken all that long after all or that delicious filthy fantasy had taken his attention for longer than he had thought. He spoke with a deep blush in his cheeks, aware of it and glad for the dim lighting – although with how pale his skin was, there was no denying it, really. Kureto’s shit-eating smirk was proof enough of that; the throbbing bursts of vibration became slower again, but longer, massaging him for a good two seconds at a time before giving him a tiny moment of relief before the next wave started. Shinya reported hastily, trying to keep his voice even – his report was the last. After this, he could punish Kureto for doing this to him. He endured a few questions even before he was allowed to sit down again, trying hard not to pant. His hand returned to Kureto’s crotch the moment he could hide his hand under the table again, and this time, he opened the fly and pulled the hefty thing out. The firm flesh was hot when he wrapped his fingers around it, not stroking but massaging with his fingers in place… the up and down motion would have been visible in his upper arm and shoulder and he would rather not be caught jacking his adoptive brother’s cock under the table at a meeting. To say father would be furious would be a gross understatement. He could do without that.

Pleased, Shinya noticed a thin blush pull across Kureto’s high cheekbones and into his ears. It was high arousal rather than embarrassment, he knew that well – it was that blush that spoke of absolute rough delight about to happen. The meeting ended with Shinya’s thumb still smoothing circles over the damp head of the thick cock he held; he rose, idly bringing his hand up to lick the pad of his thumb and gather his report papers, stalling until everyone else was out. Guren was giving him a concerned look when he left, but he didn’t say anything. The moment the door swung closed, Kureto was on his feet and Shinya’s chest was on the desk. “You little minx,” the brunet growled, his hand firm between Shinya’s shoulderblades, leaning down to put his lips right next to his ear. He didn’t sound angry at all, so Shinya laughed and stretched as if he was a cat being petted in the most luxurious way rather than aroused to frustration and pinned to a table still in his clothes.

“Wasn’t that the game you wanted to play?” Shinya couldn’t see his brother’s body, but the thought of him with his dick hanging out of his dignified uniform was surprisingly hilarious.

“Not entirely.”

“So you wanted to tease me and not get anything back? Then why did you let me unzip you?”

A heavy smack came to Shinya’s ass and the force nudged the egg right over his sweet spot for a mere moment. Shinya almost choked on his saliva. “Oh, god…”

“There will be a time when I am going to make you take a proper spanking with a toy inside you, Shinya, but that won’t be today,” Kureto told him, almost distracted with how eager he was to get the white-haired man’s pants off. They were yanked down over the curve of his pale ass and Kureto nudged his cheeks apart with the fingers of one hand; the index finger of the other hand, long and sure, speared the pink, glistening muscle of his hole and pushed the happily buzzing egg just that one inch deeper. Shinya scrabbled at the table, tensing with the shock of sudden direct stimulation. Kureto drew back until only the tip of his finger was inside the rim. “Do you like this kind of game?” Kureto asked him silkily even as Shinya squirmed against the table. “Let’s see if we can make this even more enjoyable to you.”

The finger left him, not that Shinya really noticed with the firm throbbing right in his core, but he did notice when Kureto pushed his cock halfway inside him, slicked haphazardly with spit. It didn’t hurt; his body was well used to the intrusion and he had been slicked before the meeting, plus the deep massage had loosened his muscles. It felt heavenly. He could hear Kureto groan behind him when the head of his cock came into contact with the egg, but he pulled back immediately to give him slow, shallow thrusts. Blackness licked at the edges of Shinya’s vision. “K-Kureto…” It was good, better than good, relief after having to endure for so long; the vibrations, the stretch of his rim around the thick cock, Shinya came not two minutes into this final phase of their game with a shout muffled against the sleeve of his uniform. Kureto was pulled over the edge by his lover tightening and groaned deep and low; he gently eased the vibrations down even before he was done completely and Shinya was eternally grateful - the overstimulation wouldn’t have felt good at all.

When his brother pulled back, he sagged against the table fully, barely noticing how Kureto’s fingers slipped inside his wet channel and snagged the thin thread on the egg that allowed him to pull it out of him and into a tissue; a second tissue was used to clean Shinya off.

Kureto sighed, shaking his head, but his expression was fond. Shinya was half-asleep on the table, drained from the game. He would have to carry him back to his office so he could nap on his couch. “Spoiled brat,” he murmured, petting one of the pert cheeks before he carefully dressed Shinya again. He was definitely looking forward to that spanking session. "Did you have fun?"

"Mhmm," Shinya murmured, nuzzling his cheek against his sleeve even as Kureto turned him and picked him up. "But ultimately, I prefer the original Kuretoy."

"Kure..."

"Trademark."

"What the..."

"Your cock, Nii-san. I prefer it."

“…okay.”

“Take me to bed, now. I’m sleepy.”

All Kureto could do was shake his head as Shinya snuggled into his chest, arms around his neck as if he was eight and not a grown man. Spoiled brat, indeed.

He couldn’t help but feel flattered though.

Chapter Text

Yoichi woke in a tangle of limbs which, in all honesty, was a little odd considering he usually slept alone. He opened his eyes and was met with a wall that was painted a soft blue instead of the mint green he had painted his own bedroom in just a few months ago. There was a wild tuft of dark hair impairing some of his vision, and his pillow was breathing. Disoriented, Yoichi tried to sit up and choked on a yelp; something was wrapped around his shoulders, and moving stung so badly it knocked the breath from his chest. “Wha…” He sank back down very carefully, cheek coming to rest on the smooth, toned chest he had mistaken for a pillow – how, he did not know, because a pillow was much more fluffy and giving than the firm pectoral he rested against – and re-evaluated his situation.

There were two people in bed with him, the one who held him and the one who was occupying the first person’s other arm, back against the warm body in the middle. He was sore as all get-out. He felt both exhausted and energetic at the same time. Yoichi shifted, very carefully, and brought his eyes up, up, along the bare chest he rested against, over a neck and strong jawline to come to rest on Mika’s sleeping face, his ash-blonde hair tousled around his head so casually artful it made Yoichi’s chest ache. The soft brunet became acutely aware of how naked he was… and how much Mika’s body matched his in regard to coverage. A comforter was haphazardly thrown over them, but Yuu on the other side, it had to be Yuu, was hogging most of it. Yoichi’s hand was resting against Mika’s sternum, feeling the warm, smooth skin and the slow up and down of his chest when he breathed and-

Oh, fuck.

Images came rushing back to him like a flash flood; Yuu’s hand grasping his as they cuddled in against Mika, Mika’s eyes dark like the night’s sky looking at him from over Yuu’s shoulder, Yuu’s breath against his neck, the sensation of Yuu’s body rutting against his own… Mika taking him. Mika. To be frank, the blonde had been the center of some of Yoichi’s wildest dreams for a while now, but none of his dreams had ever come close to what he had done in the afternoon. It had to be close to morning now, come to think of it, it wasn’t exactly dark anymore but the ambiance in the bedroom had a washed out, dream like quality to it, as if the edges of the room had been smudged, the dim light grey with dawn. It did nothing to mar Mika’s beauty in Yoichi’s opinion.

To be screwed senseless by your crush – it was a common fantasy, but Yoichi had never been the type to dream too big. Especially since Mika was Yuu’s boyfriend and quite firmly so, at least that was what Yoichi had believed… maybe their relationship wasn’t quite settled after all? Yoichi gnawed his bottom lip, instantly worried, his eyes dropping to the back of Yuu’s head. Was his good friend so unhappy he had to ask other people to join in to enjoy himself? He almost couldn’t believe it, with someone like Mika by his side, but one never knew…

All his fidgeting had roused the blonde, Yoichi realized when he tried to inch back from the close embrace. Blue eyes shadowed beneath golden lashes Mika glanced down at him with what seemed like silent irritation that he had been woken – but Mika didn’t pull away or berate him for being annoying, merely scrunched up his nose before yawning, canting his face down into Yoichi’s mop of curls since both his hands were trapped. “Can’t sleep anymore?”, he murmured a moment later, sleepily nuzzling the soft cinnamon hair. Yoichi froze. The blonde didn’t seem mad, just drowsy.

“U-uhm,” he replied in an eloquent whisper, mindful not to wake up Yuu. “I… feel sticky.” Yoichi’s cheeks felt hot just stating this, because drawing attention to it made him remember just why he was uncomfortable. Mika seemed to know exactly what he was talking about; the lazy, prideful smirk tugging at his sharply cut mouth was proof enough.

“Mm yeah?” Mika rubbed the tip of his nose through the soft brown hair again. “Me too. Let’s get cleaned up huh?”

“N-now?”

“Yeah. Can you walk?” Yoichi would have thought the question smug if he wasn’t as sore as he was. Mika was already pulling his arm out from beneath Yuu, who grumbled and rolled further into the comforter, wrapped up like a burrito with his feet and the top of his head sticking out. Mika sat up and while Yoichi was duly distracted by the casual shamelessness with which the blonde moved, even bereft of coverage, Mika was already scooting to the edge of the bed. Arms came around the small brunet and pulled him onto Mika’s lap, swift but careful not to jostle him too much, and Mika rose with Yoichi held bridal style while the younger teen was still hissing in surprise.

“M-Mika, what are you…”

“You said you can’t walk, right?”

“I don’t think so at least…” Yoichi looped his arms around Mika’s neck, cheeks burning brightly as he was carried out of the room. His weight didn’t seem to strain Mika at all, even with just having woken up in the middle of the night. It didn’t seem to bother the blonde that they were both completely naked, either. Yoichi ducked his head a little, the close proximity making Mika’s hair brush against his warm face. It felt nice, like tangled silk, messy and yet still soft. It smelled nice, too, a tinge of shampoo mixing with what had to be Mika’s natural scent and something musky, more primal, which had to be the lingering aroma of what they had done earlier. He wondered if he smelled the same – had to, really, with how pressed up against his friends he had been. Yoichi was almost mourning the fact they would wash it off now; as far as amusements went, this had been an exhilarating one, but he couldn’t be sure it would be a repetitive thing. Yoichi didn’t dare hope for that, really.

Mika set him down on the closed lid of the toilet once they arrived in the bathroom down the hall, carefully – Yoichi still winced a little, but hid it behind a sheepish grin. His soft green eyes were fixed to Mika’s bare body when the blonde turned, flicked on the light set above the mirror instead of illuminating the bathroom fully and closed the door; his breath hitched when the blonde bent over the tub and started the warm water. Aside from the water rushing into the tub, there was no sound and Yoichi was worried their bath adventure would wake the rest of the house… but when the tub was full enough to sit in comfortably, no one had come running, so he told himself to stop worrying about it. He had other things to worry about, like the fact that Mika seemed very eager to get into the bathtub with him; he picked Yoichi up again and helped him into the warm water, which was just hot enough to not be too uncomfortable – Yoichi hissed with the slight masochistic pleasure of the water stinging on his pale skin and flushing it a pretty shade of rose – and then Mika was stepping in as well, sitting down behind him, one of his long legs on either side of Yoichi.

“You don’t have to be so tense,” Mika told him after a moment of Yoichi hunching into himself and trying not to crowd the blonde; arms came around the slender body and pulled Yoichi flush back against his chest. Soft lips brushed the curve of his neck, idly mouthing it until Yoichi squirmed. “You liked that earlier, didn’t you?”

“Mm…” There really was no use denying it, not when Yoichi knew perfectly well how lewd he had reacted to this exact treatment just about twelve hours ago. “I just…”

“You don’t know how to act now we’re done,” Mika finished for him, a knowing tone to his low voice. Yoichi nodded meekly, ducking his head again, and Mika kissed his nape. “You’re staying with us, of course. Unless you don’t want that.”

“Stay… like, as lovers?” Yoichi murmured back, ears feeling hot.

“I’d call it boyfriends, but yes, basically.”

“But,” Yoichi protested, a frown tugging at his brows, and twisted at the waist to be able to look back at the blonde behind him – a low whimper escaped him as the water moved against them with renewed heat against the formerly dry part of his chest and a twinge of pain shot down his thighs. “Ow…”

Mika’s hand passed over his bare chest, something intrigued glinting in his eyes. “Why don’t we talk about that with Yuu later and focus on getting clean now.”

“O-okay.”

“Are you sore?” Mika asked conversationally as he reached for the shower gel, having to stretch to reach it; Yoichi shivered at the slide of wet, smooth skin against his back. He could hear Mika squirting gel into his hand and then working up a lather – the warm, frothy hands touched the rounds of his shoulders and began smoothing the foamy gel over his skin. He could have purred like a cat with how good it felt, Mika used the perfect amount of pressure. Yoichi’s back arched on its own volition when Mika’s thumbs firmly smoothed up on each side of his spine to rub circles against his nape.

“A-ah… yeah,” he replied breathily, eyes drifting shut with the gentle massage.

Mika hummed, sounding thoughtful. “A massage will be perfect, then. Your muscles will relax and stop hurting, right?”

“Mhm…”

“Good.” Mika’s hands were so soothing Yoichi was almost asleep again by the time they slid under the water, but his consciousness was roused when a soft washcloth, wherever it had come from while he had had his eyes closed, smoothed down his flat belly and right between his thighs, skimming over his soft cock in a slow, long caress before migrating onto his inner thigh.

“Ahh…”

Mika chuckled against his neck, nose dragging through his messy curls in a light nuzzle. “We have to make sure we get everything clean, right?” Yoichi couldn’t think of a single protest against that. Mika’s hand, wrapped in the washcloth, rubbed the inside of his thigh and Yoichi could feel dried sweat and cum slough away, leaving his skin tingling. Mika shifted; Yoichi gasped as he was pulled up enough to rest fully on Mika, the blonde’s long legs sliding under his, Yoichi’s knees hooked over - which kept him fully exposed. Mika had scooted down enough to let the soft brunet lie back on his front, his head against one broad shoulder. “M-Mika?”

“Relax.”

Yoichi could have thought of several scenarios in which he would be able to relax - reclining onto the very naked, very wet body of his crush wasn’t exactly one of them. But Mika’s hands were still stroking him, up and down his sides, over his belly and chest and teasing his nipples with the barest of flicks whenever his fingertips came close enough. His body reacted eagerly, having learned that good things came from this kind of play, very nice things, and before he knew it, Yoichi was hard and panting and feeling Mika’s smile curve against his neck. One of those skilled hands wrapped around his erection snugly, thumb idly stroking up and down the side. “Ahh…”

“We have to get clean everywhere,” Mika murmured to him, his other hand slipping between Yoichi’s spread thighs. The brunet felt vulnerable, but what was even more worrisome than being at Mika’s mercy… was how much it was turning him on. A long, slender finger drew patterns against his rim for a moment before delving inside; Yoichi’s breath hitched. “Mm yes, you’re positively filthy in here aren’t you.” Somehow, Mika didn’t seem very broken up about that. Yoichi closed his eyes, groaning softly into the damp air; the blonde gave him a second finger and his body accepted it eagerly. They moved back and forth, slow and methodical but Yoichi had the feeling the lazy pace was more for his benefit than just to get him clean… even if he could feel the slickness of the cum that had been left inside of him lessening with each pass of Mika’s fingers. His other hand kept a firm grip on his cock and the combined stimulation made the brunet squirm - Mika chuckled lowly. “If you don’t stop, you’ll mess us up again.”

“B-but you’re the one-!”

“Mm, I am, aren’t I. Are you complaining?” Mika seemed far too amused about this. “I think you’re almost clean, though. What do you think? Let’s see if I can reach any deeper…” His hand did something, Yoichi didn’t know what but it felt heavenly; his breathy cries were bounced back from the tiled walls as he came all over Mika’s hand, clouding the steaming water with milky ribbons. For a long moment, Yoichi couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in his ears and his own panting.

If this was his new life, his homework would severely suffer from now on.

That proved to be true, too… Yoichi had been in this relationship for two weeks now and it was incredibly hard to think of anything else but his new boyfriends and what they did to him. Miraculously, they hadn’t tired of him yet and it didn’t look like they would, at least not so far - although Yuu seemed more into it than Mika was, apparently. The blonde would come sit with them at lunch, greeting both brunets with kisses, but it was Yuu that hogged most of Yoichi’s attention.

Yuu was the one that thoroughly reamed him out as well.

Yoichi was on his elbows and knees on the couch, clinging to the cushion for dear life while Yuu, with his endless energy and enthusiasm, kept plowing into him. He was lubed, he was stretched, and it still hurt. It wasn’t at all like the first time he had been taken; that afternoon had taken on the haze of magical in Yoichi’s memories, and his every day reality was much harsher in comparison. “Nngh…” Yuu groaned behind him, his fingers tightening against Yoichi’s hips, and he shoved inside one more time. Yoichi bit his tongue. He was severely uncomfortable, but he didn’t dare say anything… telling Yuu to stop could be mistaken as him not wanting to be in this relationship anymore, and Yoichi didn’t want to be kicked out. He liked both of them, very much so. Being abandoned would hurt much more than getting fucked, he was sure.

Rescue came in the most unlikely shape.

“Yuu-chan, I…” Mika’s voice rang out a moment after the key had turned in the lock of the front door; the blonde blinked at the display, standing in the doorway. “What the…”

“Mika~,” Yuu hummed, bright green eyes flicking to the older boy. “Mm come join us.”

“Yuu-chan,” Mika replied, very calmly, his eyes fixed on Yoichi’s wet cheeks. “Stop.”

“...what?”

The blonde set down his bag and came over, sitting down on the cushion in front of Yoichi and cupping the soft brunet’s face, thumbs wiping the tear tracks from his flushed cheeks. “Stop, please,” he looked at Yuu firmly for a moment before returning his attention to the smaller boy. Yoichi found solace in those blue eyes, enough reassurance that he could allow his arms to give out finally when Yuu pulled back, a cautious frown on his face. Only when Mika cradled Yoichi on his lap, cheek against his shoulder, did Yuu see the other brunet’s face.

“Oh,” he made, eyes widening. “Oh, Yoichi, oh god I’m sorry…” Yuu scooted closer, hesitantly raising a hand to touch Yoichi’s bare arm. “I didn’t…”

“It’s okay,” Yoichi replied, meekly, soothed by the way Mika was rubbing the small of his back gently. “You… didn’t know.” A gentle nuzzle against Mika’s neck. “You didn’t… right?”

“No! I thought…” Yuu looked like he was about to cry any moment - while not something Yoichi would have wished for, ever, it did make him feel better.

Yuu hadn’t meant to hurt him. He was just enthusiastic… like a puppy who didn’t yet know how sharp his teeth were.

Yoichi reached out and grasped Yuu’s shoulders, drawing him in against his chest. A light kiss was pressed against his collarbone in return, Yuu’s arms curling around his waist. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“Mm, no it’s not,” Mika sighed above them; both sets of green eyes glanced up cautiously. “I mean… it’s bound to happen again, you see? Because Yuu has too much fun to consider that Yoichi isn’t used to cock yet.” The blunt words returned the blush to Yoichi’s cheeks, but Yuu nodded.

“I don’t want this to happen again,” Yuu said firmly and Yoichi’s heart sank for only a moment, until Yuu’s lips brushed against his cheek next. “I don’t want to hurt you, ever. You have to tell me if it hurts, Yoichi!”

“I thought…” Soft sage green eyes flicked downwards. “I thought you… wouldn’t want me anymore… if I said no.”

A tense silence followed his quiet statement, two pairs of eyes staring at him. Mika’s blue ones slowly migrated to Yuu’s shocked face. “Yuu, did you actually do something else with him yet, other than fucking him?”

Yuu had the grace to look deeply ashamed. “Ah… no.”

Mika sighed. His arms tightened around Yoichi, and he kissed the boy’s forehead. “I think what Yuu-chan is trying to say,” he said dryly with another glance at Yuu, “is that you’re too hot to stay away from and he is very sorry he treated you like a slampiece, Yoichi.”

Yoichi glanced from Mika’s wryly amused face to Yuu, who was nodding violently with wide eyes, then back up at the blonde. “Do you… think so too?”

Mika smiled. “Yeah. I do.” He kissed the warm little face again. “Seriously though, if this is supposed to be good, you need to get used to it, Yoichi.” His smile melted into something more mischievous. “And Yuu-chan still needs to be punished for what he did…”

“But - Mika!! I said sorry!”

“You want Yoichi to forgive you, right?”

“Yeah…”

Mika winked at Yoichi’s puzzled face. “It will be fun, don’t worry.”

Yuu didn’t have fun yet, at all.

Yes, he was sorry and he felt very guilty - and even more so every time Yoichi winced while they were all moving to his bedroom - but he didn’t see how he deserved to be tied up with his wrists against the headboard of his bed… which wouldn’t have been quite so bad and rather exciting actually, if Mika hadn’t teased him back into full hardness only to slide that damned cockring on him. Yuu had planned to use that on Mika, not the other way around! Absolutely not fair.

But he did like the way Yoichi’s eyes were trained on him, all pain and fear forgotten; the softer brunet was kneeling over him, one of his slender hands lightly pressed against his sternum, the other curled into the comforter they were resting on. His cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and glossy from kissing and parted by soft panting, his pretty green eyes hazy - Yuu glanced over his shoulder and met Mika’s eyes. The blonde was smirking, very pleased with himself as he pushed more lukewarm gel into the younger boy’s silky hole, making sure Yoichi was properly relaxed and very, very slick… something Yuu often didn’t pay enough attention to, granted.

“You have to be careful with a delicate little bunny like Yoichi, Yuu,” Mika said, dropping a kiss against the back of the moaning brunet’s neck. “See how happy he is when you go slowly?”

“I was excited okay,” Yuu pouted up, chest heaving under Yoichi’s hand; the display was turning him on, Mika making Yoichi so pliant to be fucked, and the ring wasn’t helping any. He wouldn’t be able to get release until Mika relieved him of it. The blonde chuckled, twisted his hand, and the moan that left Yoichi’s lips trembled in the air between them, of startling volume. Mika pulled back.

“Guess he’s ready. Come on, bunny, let me help…” Mika’s hands grasped Yoichi’s hips, helping him scoot up until he straddled Yuu’s hips, one knee to either side of his middle. Yoichi threw a worried look at the blonde over his shoulder, which turned to surprise when Mika leaned in and kissed him, long, slow, fully on the mouth. “I’m right here, don’t be scared.”

“I’m here too… you know, the guy that can’t get off?” Yuu snarked from below them, feeling left out.

“Oh shush,” Mika chuckled, sparing a slicked hand to stroke Yuu’s full cock until it was glistening. “Here, bunny, sit back. I’ll hold it for you.” Yoichi needed a small push still, Mika keeping his palm against his lower abdomen - Yoichi still hesitated when the blunt, warm tip nudged against him. “It’s okay,” Mika soothed, fingers rubbing the hollow beneath his hipbone. “Take your time.” He glanced at Yuu, who seemed to be biting his tongue, bright eyes riveted to the body of the brunet above him.

Soft lips brushing his neck gave Yoichi enough confidence to rock back further. Mika held the length steady as he sank down, gasping with his eyes closed - it didn’t hurt, but there was a lingering soreness from the earlier round that made him leery, his muscles twitching even in the relaxed state Mika’s fingers had put them in. Before he knew it, his behind met Mika’s hand first, and when the blonde pulled it away, eventually the smooth rubber feel of the latex ring. His eyes shot open, incredulous, fixing to the place between his legs; he was sitting all the way down on Yuu’s cock, and it did not hurt. It felt pretty damn incredible, really.

“See,” Mika purred behind him, “you’re doing well, bunny, really well. I’ll let you go, now.” He pulled his hands away slowly and Yoichi blinked at him. “You can move, but take it slow, okay?”

Yoichi nodded; he shifted his hips experimentally and gasped at the low moan Yuu gave him, a moment before Mika was kneeling up next to his head and turning it so he could push his cock into the dark-haired boy’s mouth. To not have those bright eyes cling to him anymore gave Yoichi a bit more confidence, feeling less exposed, and slowly, so slowly he rose up and sank back down. “Mm…” This felt nice. He still felt full, stretched, but the pain from before was a mere tingle now that spiced up the pleasure sparking through him with every brush of Yuu’s cock against his inner walls. Before long, he had a steady rhythm, up and down, eyes halflidded and fixed on Yuu’s face - the other brunet was blushing, eyes unfocused but his mouth was active. The way his head was canted didn’t give him a lot of options but he made up with licking and slurping along the shaft Mika was pushing between his parted lips, drool clinging between them. Mika’s hand was tangled in dark-chocolate hair. The sight made Yoichi mewl, hips sinking down once more.

His thighs were burning with the strain of riding Yuu but he wasn’t stoppping, the thought didn’t even cross his mind. There was a grand heat coiling in his core, akin to the ecstasy Yoichi had experienced those few weeks ago on their first afternoon and the night after, so so much better at his own pace and properly prepared for it. Every soft moan and slick suck that reached his ears pushed him higher, fingers digging into Yuu’s chest until the other squirmed… that’s right, Yuu wouldn’t be able to cum like this.

A mix of pity and a heady sense of dominance made Yoichi pull off - Yuu’s cock was angry red by now and throbbing and Yoichi winced, numb fingers fiddling with the ring and finally rolling it off. Yuu made a sound as if he had been punched in the stomach and looked at him, eyes wide. Yoichi grinned at him, exhilarated. “I forgive you,” he cooed, grasping the freed cock and stuffed it back inside him without ceremony only seconds before he came all over Yuu’s front, followed by Yuu creaming inside of him a heartbeat later. Yoichi trembled above him, twitching, but finally scooted off and rolled onto his back next to Yuu; his lashes fluttered when droplets hit his chest.

Two pairs of green eyes turned up to Mika with varying degrees of incredulousity. “You can’t just cum over people without asking, Mika!” Yuu complained, squirming in his bonds.

“I can if those people are my boyfriends. It’s like my right. ”

“You’re so full of yourself,” Yuu huffed, glaring down at his body, sticky all over his front and unable to do anything about it. Slender fingers came from his left side to drag through the mess.

“I think it’s Mika’s turn to be punished next,” Yoichi grinned, dotting his sticky finger against the one of Yuu’s nipples that didn’t have cum clinging to it yet.

“I think that’s a great idea,” Yuu agreed, though watching Yoichi’s fingers with a critical eye.

Mika paused, looking over them. “You’ll have to catch me first.” With that, he slid off the bed and nipped out of the room.

“OH my GOD MIKA PUT SOME FUCKING CLOTHES ON!!”

“Oooh crap, Dad is home…”

Chapter Text

The first thing Guren had done after buying the salon had been throwing out those annoying little bells that rang every time the door was opened or closed. They had annoyed the fuck out of him during discussions with the previous owner already and once the price was agreed upon, the deal made, the keys in his hand, the had ripped them from their lofty perch and they had become the first trash he had made in this place.

They were far from being the last though, on that day.

The wallpaper had come down, the old furniture was thrown out and Guren had labored for a week, with only the sporadic help of his roommate to make the crummy salon into what it was today: a comfortable, classy little massage parlor. The colors were earthy and warm, the furniture was new, the towels all matched in color. The bells were now a sensor that gave a low chime not unlike a buddhist gong. All of this had come from a loan that he had negotiated out of the person who owned the block of buildings and Guren really had gotten a good deal out of it, too.

Needless to say, he was happy.

There was a lull between appointments today. Goshi was leaning against the counter after having looked at the plumbing problem Guren had told him about, a cup of coffee in his hand. “So I say, babe, if you’d just wear the damn bikini I bought you-“

“Knowing you, it was likely strings and patches of fabric no bigger than the palm of your hand,” Guren cut in amusedly, twirling a pen between his fingers as he lounged in the receptionist’s chair behind the counter.

“Totally beside the point, Guren.”

“I’m just saying.”

“Well, I tried okay, not all of us can score, like, the hottest chick on the planet and find out she’s a fucking freak in bed too.”

“And outside of it,” Guren replied dryly, mouth twisting at the thought of his ex-girlfriend, looking up at the sound of his door gong chiming.

“Ah, what a lovely conversation topic have I stumbled upon,” cooed the man entering the shop. “You’re still not over my beloved sister, Guren?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about as usual, Shinya, can I help you with something?”

The man Goshi was subtly trying to inch away from was tall, lithe, with snow-white hair and eyes the color of blue glaciers. He was lovely, and he was the fucking bane of Guren’s existence.

He was also the brother of both his landlord and his crazy ex.

“I wanted to see if you could squeeze me in for a massage. I’m awfully tense.”

“Doing what,” Guren deadpanned and Goshi whistled lowly.

“Yeah, I’m… I’ll be going, I’ll see you later, yeah?” The blonde put the cup onto the counter and turned tail quicker than Guren could curse him for it.

Violet eyes glanced up at the slender man now leaning in Goshi’s place. “So? Can you squeeze me in?”

“No. Sorry.”

“I can see a big empty block right there. What time is that?”

Guren glared. “…now.”

“Awesome. Cabin one?” Shinya beamed at him serenely.

“You know this could count as my lunch break.”

“At four in the afternoon?” Shinya stepped past the counter to wander towards the cabin in question. “I’ll make it worth your while, come on. Big tip and I’ll let slide to my brother how exceptionally well you’re doing earning money to pay back your loan to him on time.”

Guren slid his chair back with a deep-seated groan. “I fucking hate you, you know.”

“I know.”

Shinya stripped before he even reached the cabin; whether it was because he knew the parlor was otherwise empty or he simply didn’t care, Guren didn’t know. His eyes ran over the milk pale skin and he tried hard to find distaste in himself, but the loathing wouldn’t come. Shinya stripped his pants and Guren’s mind went pleasantly blank.

The guy was annoying as all get out, but damn he was gorgeous.

“The full-body oil one, please,” Shinya hummed and did a lot of stretching and bending to get onto the padded massage table. “With a happy end.”

“You know full well I don’t offer these services.”

“Mm,” Shinya agreed with a pleased little smile as Guren went to the small cupboard to take out a vial of Shinya’s preferred massage oil. “But still you do it every time. Sometimes I think you like to hear me beg.”

“You never beg me though,” Guren raised a brow. “You always bully me into it.”

“Oh, tch, don’t be such a crybaby. As if I have to bully you into anything with the way you’re staring at my ass.”

Guren would have protested that if his eyes hadn’t been glued to that pale rear ever since it had been exposed. He cleared his throat and scoffed. Hands slick with the oil, he set them against the center of Shinya’s back and smoothed up and out. He lost himself in the smooth rhythm of what he loved; Guren fully enjoyed being a masseuse, he liked the sensation of warm limbs kneaded with slick oil, feeling tense muscles relax under his hands. He even liked chatting with his clients.

He liked, a little too much, the subtle flush Shinya’s skin would take, so pale that every pulse of blood brought to the surface made him glow. Shinya’s body was flawless. His spine made soft, popping sounds under Guren’s fingers, each alignment of vertebrae followed by an equally soft moan.

Nothing made Shinya more heated than hands on his body, skilled and firm, Guren knew that well. The pale man was already shifting under his hands to adjust his swelling cock; naturally, Shinya hadn’t bothered with fake propriety, foregoing completely the small towel he was supposed to cover his ass with. “You have absolutely no shame,” Guren said softly, pressing his thumbs in to either side of Shinya’s spine and smoothing up all the way to the back of his neck. Shinya’s fingers skidded against the fake leather covering the padding of the table.

“Mmmm that’s so nice though…you’re so good with your hands, it’s amazing.” Shinya propped his cheek against his folded arms to glance back at him as Guren’s hand slid down his back again, trickled a few drops of oil onto the back of one pale thigh, and continued his kneading. “I don’t need any shame when I’m with you. I know you like this.”

“Sounds like someone who spikes drinks at clubs would say.”

“You’re not half as witty as you think you are, you know.” Shinya grinned. “A good thing you’re pretty.”

Guren scoffed softly, working his way down one long leg until he arrived at the foot, cupping it and rubbing his thumbs up and down the sole. Shinya made an amazing sight like this, flushed rosy with a sheen of oil covering his skin and making him glisten. It made him seem much more supple, even, and Guren’s eyes fixed to the round globes of his ass again, still devoid of oil, the sheen ending at his tailbone. A few stray droplets glinted against the curve of one cheek where it had dribbled from coating his thigh earlier. His other leg was quickly slicked as well, Guren taking his time with this one until Shinya squirmed against the table, his back curving.

“You missed a spot.”

“This is a massage, Shinya, not a fucking race. Be patient.”

“Just making sure you won’t chicken out. Not the first time you touched my ass, after all.”

It sure wasn’t. Ever since Guren had finally broken up with Mahiru and opened the parlor, Shinya had been over at least once a week for a Guren Special as he called it. It featured something Guren would never, ever do for anyone else and he was still terrified someone would find out and his life work would become a cheap finger brothel. His hands, touch-warmed and slick, finally came to rest on Shinya’s ass and the prone man moaned, stretching like a cat that was finally being stroked just right.

It was a nice ass, it really was, that was not the problem. It was unethical. Maybe that was the reason Shinya liked it so much, he was a Hiiragi after all…

It really was no use thinking about it. Guren looked down at the flushing skin, firm and soft at the same time in that uncanny paradox that was a perfect ass. Shinya’s thighs had parted a little more so he could touch him as he liked best, his thumbs just skirting along the sensitive, thinner skin of the crease, again and again, from bottom to tailbone until Shinya shuddered, his manicured nails digging into the fake leather of the table. “Come on, don’t make me wait…”

“I just said it’s not a race.” It wasn’t like he could deny a paying customer what he wanted, though, especially if he paid as much as Shinya did for this special of his. The next payment of his loan would be due next week and while he was able to pay it, Shinya’s weekly visits really made for a more comfortable cushion. With the fingers of one hand, he spread the round cheeks, the other upended the vial of oil right against the pink muscle he had laid free. The prone man’s moan was close to orgasmic already, the rim twitching against the slick liquid.

Guren couldn’t find it in himself to hate the guy when he dragged two fingertips along it, spreading the oil in small, light circles. The skin was perfectly hairless, as was the rest of Shinya’s body with exception of his pale hair and eyebrows - Guren wondered if it was waxed off, or so light and fine on his skin that he didn’t notice. Maybe he didn’t have any at all. Mahiru had been the same…

Must be vanity then.

The ease with which his fingers sank into Shinya, tight but buttery soft inside, never ceased to baffle him. Guren couldn’t feel any lubrication that might have been there beforehand. He couldn’t help imagine that decidedly greedy ass around his cock for a moment, the way it would cling to him, receptive but snug, the sounds Shinya would make…

A startled moan rang through the cabin, louder than the soft stream of coos and gasps that had been ambience beforehand, when Guren’s fingers pushed inside to the hilt without warning, just to get a hold of himself already. It didn’t help his situation any though; Shinya was pulsing around him, his back arching in a need that looked almost graceful to push back against him. He knew what his client wanted, but that didn’t mean he’d get it right away. Guren stroked his fingers back and forth, getting the channel nice and slick before he even began to search for Shinya’s prostate. His thumb pressed against the smooth patch of skin between his hole and his balls, adding counter pressure on the outside the moment his fingertips found the sweet spot and began undulating against it lightly.

His eyes roamed his client’s body as he did; the act was becoming second nature already, his hand knowing exactly how firmly to touch him and how quickly to massage him from the inside to hurl Shinya towards the peak and over it, Guren didn’t need to concentrate on that.

Shinya’s cheek was still cushioned on his forearm, face turned enough that Guren could see the high color in his pale cheeks, the way his eyes glittered, a mere sliver of blue darkened to cobalt with arousal caught between snowy lashes. His silvery hair was mussed already from squirming. He was the very picture of the debauched porn clips Goshi was so fond of looking at on the internet, relaxed and shiny and writhing from the fingers spearing his spectacular ass. Pearly teeth sank into a pale forearm to muffle the cry that rose in Shinya’s throat when he came, sudden and quick, straining back against Guren’s fingers in the way he would when his peak was exceptionally good, toes curling and hips rocking and thighs trembling.

It was beautiful.

There was an angry red ring on Shinya’s arm when he let up, panting and falling slack; Guren drew his fingers out slowly, knowing he would be sensitive now, and turned away to wipe his fingers on a towel - the same towel was spread over Shinya’s back a moment later, covering his trembling form shoulders to knees. “I’ll give you a moment.”

It took longer than a moment for Shinya to recuperate, but Guren wasn’t too worried. It wasn’t unusual that the other dozed off after a treatment, and the next client could just use cabin two if they were early. When Guren sat down behind the receptionist’s desk again and took the cup Goshi had left from the glossy top, he found himself infuriatingly aroused. He couldn’t help but feel mildly hopeful; whenever Shinya was in a good mood, he’d offer to suck him, as a tip as he put it - maybe today he’d take the man up on the offer.

Shinya breezed past him half an hour later with a serene smile and impeccably dressed just as the next client walked through the door. “Amazing as usual, Guren, thank you so much,” he cooed, sliding over a neatly folded, thick stack of notes. His smile broadened; it looked as if he knew exactly what Guren had been thinking, and his blue eyes slid over briefly to the young woman waiting patiently by the door. He didn’t offer a tip this time. “I’ll see you next week, cutie.”

And if Guren’s hands were a little firmer than usual as he worked on the next client, working off the frustration this infuriating man put him in, who could blame him, really?

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It wasn’t the worst job in the world, it really wasn’t. Actually, it wasn’t all that bad most days. But standing on the rickety stepladder in a spacious living room, attaching the hook into the ceiling as per the manual, Kimizuki Shiho seriously reconsidered his life choices.

There was about 900% of regret.

His day had started quite well, all things considered. A few deliveries and this installation job were the only things on his agenda today – after this, he’d be able to go home and spend some time with his little sister, who was bored to death with her broken leg chaining her to the couch and bad sitcom reruns on TV. Maybe help her outside, get some ice cream. Play a board game. Kid was annoying as all get-out when she was bored. He’d just have to get through this.

There was a hand on the inside of his thigh and Shiho almost dropped right off the ladder; it had migrated from holding the ladder steady to his knee, slipped around the back, and was resting very close to his balls now. Incredulous, he stared down into the beaming face level with his hip, the bright eyes fixed on him.

“Just making sure you don’t fall.”

Granted, the young man was pretty cute – dark hair, smooth skin, a blinding smile and jewel green eyes – and he would have been exactly Shiho’s type… if the young man’s equally gorgeous boyfriend hadn’t been leaning against the doorframe, all lithe lines in genuine silk pyjama pants. Who even wore those anymore? Was there a Hugh Hefner thing going on? Either way, the blond’s sharp blue eyes were fixed firmly on them, so Shiho kept the flirting to a minimum.

As in, he didn’t. Which didn’t keep the dark-haired one from trying, however. What a weird situation.

Shiho tried to ignore it the best he could, even as fingertips began stroking the inside of his thigh over his jeans, a body part that had never been this sensitive before.

“I’m Yuu.”

“Okay.”

“You’re pretty cute.”

“…thanks.”

“What’s your name?”

Shiho sighed. Why wasn’t the blond saying anything? His boyfriend was coming on to someone right in front of his eyes – unless this was a prank. After all, he was installing a sex swing for them. In their living room. “Shiho.”

“That’s a fitting name.”

Okay, so the kid wasn’t the best at flirting. Shiho didn’t blame him, really. “Uh. Thanks. Can you hand me the swing?”

Yuu bent down to pick up the mess of leather straps and hooks and handed it up to him – his hand returned to Shiho’s thigh immediately. Shiho resisted sighing, reaching up to hook the swing into the set of hooks he had drilled into the ceiling. “Alright. I’m supposed to give you a brief safety instruction.”

“Can we do that learning by doing?”

Quite abruptly, Shiho had enough. “Your boyfriend is standing right there . Seriously? What’s wrong with you?”

It was the first time that the blond spoke up, his voice coolly amused. “You can have his ass if I can have yours.”

“Okay. Fine. Don’t do this while you’re drunk or tripping, make sure the straps hold you firmly, don’t bump your head on anything. Bye.”

Shiho was halfway to the front door when Yuu said something that made his brain crash to a violent halt and do a slow reboot.

“You don’t look like such a coward , you know.”

“ What. ”

“I mean, take a risk? Do something crazy for once. Like letting me suck you off.”

Shiho turned on his heel to find Yuu right behind him, looking up at him like a predator. “What’s wrong with you?”

“I like the look of you.”

“He usually gets what he wants,” the blond told him from the doorway to the living room.

“You guys are insane.”

“Just horny. Come on!” Yuu took his hand and tugged him back into the living room – the still unnamed blond closed the door when everyone was inside.  “So how do I do this?” Shiho’s mouth went dry when Yuu leaned into the straps of the swing, which pushed out his ass, an exquisite example of a derriere, to be honest.

Shiho’s eyes were glued to that backside, and it didn’t help at all when Yuu, swaying in the straps like a mischievous fly trying to distract the spider in whose web he was caught in, shimmied off the tight jeans he wore and exposed the firm, pale cheeks. Arousal slammed into him like a knee to the gut. The brat hadn’t bothered with underwear and while the jeans around his knees kept him from spreading his legs to expose the pink rim of his hole, yet, the stance did nothing to hide the smooth, plump balls presented between the slim thighs. They were flushed, because Yuu was obviously hard to some degree, just from feeling him up. Shiho tossed a helpless glance to the blond behind him, who was smirking at the display. Catching his look, he shrugged.

“Sorry. You’re the flavor of the day, it seems.”

“What kinda game are you playing here?!”

“The naughty kind. Listen, I meant what I said – you can have his ass if I can have yours. No strings attached.” The blond pulled two wrapped condoms from his pocket and tossed him one. Shiho caught it with only a minimum amount of fumbling, staring at the foiled little square. Strawberry flavored. It was fitting, in a way.

There were two options here. One, he could get the heck out of this apartment and spend the afternoon with his sister as planned, chalk it up as weird experiences you got when you worked deliveries  for a sex shop. Or two…

Shiho glanced at the dark-haired young man again. Yuu was lovely, definitely eye candy, and more than eager to play. This was hardly different from picking someone up at a club, right? Nevermind that it was the middle of the day and the large windows with their pulled back curtains would do nothing to hide what they were doing, should someone bother to look their way from the building across the street. But it was his ass on the line, too, and Shiho didn’t bottom too often, preferring to be the topping part of the game. He glanced at the blond again; while taller than Yuu, he had the same lithe build to his frame, and he barely reached Shiho’s shoulder with the top of his head. The thought to be topped by such a model looking twink almost made him laugh.

“Sure,” he heard himself say, because it was more than likely in his opinion that the blond would change his mind halfway through once he watched his boyfriend getting fucked in that swing, and decide on having the same treatment.

“Awesome!” Yuu cheered. He swayed harder when he tried to stand again, the pants around his legs hindering his movement. “Oh- ah, Mika, I need some help please.”

The blond – Mika – moved over to help him up, his hands pulling up Yuu’s shirt a moment later. Shiho’s mouth went dry. Yuu was built slim, but far from frail – there was definition to his abdomen and chest, toned and tight, with perky pink nipples the color of his lips. It was entirely his aesthetic and when Mika unbuttoned his pyjama top, it was doubled. All of his inhibitions burned away that exact moment.

“Okay,” Shiho said, voice cracking ever so slightly. “I’m gonna show you how you can use the swing…” There was no doubt in his mind that he would fuck Yuu in that thing. “You can lean into it like you did now, but the real fun part…” he stepped close and put his hands on Yuu, trying not to get lost in how smooth and warm his skin was and keep his mind on the task at hand, “is when you lie down in it, like this.” Yuu’s shoulderblades rested again one broader strap, the middle his back against another, and a third was placed beneath his tailbone. A slimmer strap could be used to support his head, and one by one, his legs were threaded through crossing straps further up, holding them up and apart and bearing everything that lay between his thighs. Yuu’s dick was hard already, resting back against his flat belly, the damp head leaving glistening trails of precum on his skin. Shiho swallowed hard at the sight. “You can grab onto these for balance.” Firmer, padded handles were set into the long straps in the middle. When he pulled back, he couldn’t help but smooth his palm down the inside of Yuu’s thigh and the other arched with a low hum, quickly replaced by a gasp when the swing sway with the squirming.

“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he.” Shiho had almost forgotten about Mika. The blond was sliding his hands up Shiho’s front, under his t-shirt, baring his tight abdomen to Yuu, who was watching with obvious interest. The long, almost slender fingers found his nipples, strumming both, and Mika made a soft sound of surprise – he felt around again, and tugged the barbell punched through one of the nubs. Shiho groaned. Part of the reason he had gotten the piercing was the way it looked; the other was how it felt , the way it kept the nub mostly hard and perky and so sensitive. “Oh, Yuu, you’re gonna like that.” His shirt had to have disintegrated, there was no way Mika could have tugged it off him so quickly, Shiho thought.

Yuu gasped at the sight and tried to sit up, which made the swing rock again and Shiho grasped the straps instinctively to still it. “That is so cool! Did that hurt? I want one, but Mika says he isn’t sure I’ll like it.”

“It did hurt, for a bit.” It didn’t anymore, now, but the first day had been hell. Shiho came around to the side and grasped one of Yuu’s nipples, giving it a light squeeze. “It doesn’t hurt anymore now. You’d look great with one.” He could see himself tugging a small ring with his teeth – but that would mean seeing Yuu again, and that was not something he planned to have in his future. It wasn’t feasible at all. But the pink little nipple would look even more tantalizing with steel through it.

Fuck it, Shiho thought. These two were offering him a ride, and he’d be an idiot not to accept. Mirai could watch some more TV, it wasn’t as if he was never home, after all. They could go out for dinner instead.

His attention was on Yuu and he couldn’t even feel bad for leaving Mika out of the loop, but he didn’t need to be worried. The blond was wearing a private little smirk as he watched them, his fingers slick with lube already and stroking against Yuu’s hole; Yuu’s eyes darkened when they slid in, a soft moan released from his parted lips. “Mmm…”

Shiho’s fingers were still playing with that nipple. His glanced down the strung up body, following the lithe lines of Yuu’s chest and abdomen to see Mika between his legs, watching just as intently, with three fingers deep in the brunet’s ass. Yuu seemed to be quite used to being fucked…

That only made him harder, really.

Yuu’s bright eyes were on him, watching his fingers. “You need to take your pants off still,” he reminded Shiho dutifully and with feigned irritation, the taller man stepped back to shove his jeans down his thighs. He kicked them off after a short struggle, only to find Mika stepping back from the swing, gesturing to the strung up brunet like a waiter offering him to pick a dessert from a tray. Well. Shiho didn’t need to be asked twice.

An annoying little voice in the back of his mind told him this wasn’t entirely okay, that he was better than fucking random guys just because they offered, but Mika placed one of the condoms over Yuu’s navel and the blatant invitation was enough to make the voice shut up.

Shiho moved over to stand between Yuu’s thighs; the swing was at perfect height, the pink rim of Yuu’s hole was glistening wet, the brunet’s cock so hard it curved back against his flat belly, pointing at the little foiled square. Shiho could only stare for a moment. His hand smoothed down the inside of one of Yuu’s thighs again, idly, absentmindedly, a small caress before he took the condom and opened it; it was thin and did little to mute the sensation of the tight ass clamping down on him when he pushed the first few inches inside.

Shiho moaned, lowly. He couldn’t concentrate on anything but that perfect sheath, the way Yuu gripped him, the soft gasps and keens that reached his ears over the sound of his own pulse throbbing quickly. He bottomed out with a groan, his hand grasping the back of Yuu’s thigh, the other curling around one of the straps. “Fuck.”

“That’s the idea,” came Mika’s voice, unbearably smug, but Shiho ignored it like the buzzing of an annoying fly because he was so deep inside the other male, so perfectly grasped, he really couldn’t be bothered. “Fuck him.” Now that was something he didn’t want to ignore. Shiho pulled back, hissing when Yuu’s core grasped at him again, greedily, unwilling to let him go, and then pushed back inside. He was met with a louder moan from the strung-up boy, and another, for each time he sank into his welcoming heat… until they were muffled. Annoyed, Shiho looked up, because he had been enjoying the sounds, only to see Yuu’s head tilted back, his boyfriend’s cock disappearing down his throat. Mika’s hands crept down Yuu’s chest, taking a hold of both pink nipples and began plucking and twisting them lightly.

The blond looked up at the man between Yuu’s thighs with a smirk. “He likes the nipple play. Like, really likes it.” True to his words, Yuu’s cock wept little droplets of pre-cum onto his smooth skin.

Mika didn’t move his hips - he didn’t need to, because each of Shiho’s thrusts rocked the swing, and thus moved Yuu’s mouth up and down his cock. Now that Shiho had seen the display, he couldn’t look away.

He moved faster, harder, his arms curling around Yuu’s thighs to move him in time with his hips, pulling him back onto his cock whenever he pushed forward. He even made sure to push him back enough each time so Mika could get some thorough enjoyment; the blond was rolling his hips slowly soon enough, in perfect rhythm, to feed his length down his boyfriend’s throat every time Yuu was rocked back against him. Yuu couldn’t exactly squirm like this, but the muffled sounds he made were more than enough indication of how much he liked the treatment.

“What’s it like,” Shiho grunted, shoving all the way inside and grinding deeply in a circle, making Yuu cry out when the direct pressure was put against his sweet spot, “having a slut as a boyfriend?”

Mika merely laughed. If it had been a barb, it didn’t hit the mark. “It’s exhilarating. Look at him. He’s loving it.” The blond bent over his lover and grasped the neglected cock, pressing it firmly against Yuu’s front and running the heel of his palm over it, up and down, fingertips dragging against the tight, smooth balls. Blue eyes flicked up to Shiho’s. “I can’t wait to see if, ah… if you like taking it just as much.”

Shiho snorted. The statement didn’t register that clearly, because the added stimulation was making Yuu clench rhythmically, and that was enough to hit his peak and drop over; the last few thrusts were irregular, hunched against the tight ass. “Fuck…”

Under Mika’s hand, Yuu came undone, splashing sticky ropes over his navel. Mika pulled back; a web of drool clung to his cock, each strand snapping one by one, leaving Yuu’s lips puffy and glossy. The brunet was panting hard. “Mmmm…”

With a groan, Shiho pulled back; he teased the slick, covered head of his cock against the relaxed rim, grinning when it twitched. He pulled off the rubber and tied it off, carelessly dropping it; he felt light, energized, almost refreshed. This had been a good idea, after all.

Very carefully, he helped Yuu get down from the swing. One leg first, held over Shiho’s elbow, then the other until Yuu could slide down onto his own feet and stand, one of Shiho’s arms around his waist, pressing their naked bodies close - Yuu clung to him as if his knees were weak. His skin was warm and silky against his, and he couldn’t help but imagine them in bed together, leisurely enjoying each other’s bodies again and again-

“Your turn,” Yuu grinned up at him, mischief tucked into the corners of his mouth, and slid to the side smoothly for Shiho to be bent over; Mika had stepped up behind him while he had been distracted.

“Hey-!”

“It was a deal, you know.”

His chest was held securely by the straps, but he had to shift to free his cock from being sandwiched between the leather and his belly. “But-”

“A deal’s a deal. Relax.” Someone nudged his feet further apart. Someone touched his ass, grasping both cheeks greedily with a tight squeeze and Shiho would have protested if not for Yuu appearing in front of him. The brunet sat on the arm of the couch in easy reach of the swing and cupped his face with both hands - a moment later, soft lips touched his, a wet tongue curled into his mouth, and forgotten were the offending fingers behind him.

Until they touched his rim, of course, slick with cool lube, but Yuu didn’t allow him to pull away from their kiss. One finger slid inside him with the familiar discomfort of there’s something in there. It wasn’t the first time Shiho had bottomed, but it had been a while, and he squirmed long enough for a sharp pain to bloom against one cheek of his ass, accompanied by a loud, meaty thud. The little blond bitch had spanked him. Brows drew together sharply, so ready to just nope the fuck out of there but Yuu, sneaky and assertive, had used his distraction to slide off the couch arm and kneel beneath him. Those soft, soft lips brushed the head of his cock, not giving him the opportunity to soften. Mika laughed behind him.

One by one, more fingers joined the first until there were three inside him; the fingertips sparked against his prostate with each stroke, forcing those warm laps of arousal to wash over him again, like ebbing waves against a shore. Shiho’s fingers curled into the straps he had gripped.

“He looks great from back here, Yuu-chan,” Mika said conversationally even as Shiho could hear foil tearing, the condom rolling into place.

“From here, too,” Yuu replied with a chuckle. His hands were grasping the front of Shiho’s thighs.

The blunt head of the blond’s cock nudged against him, teasingly dragged against his sensitive rim, much like Shiho had teased Yuu not long ago. “He’s twitching as if he wants me in there very desperately…”

“Stop talking,” Shiho groused, glancing back over his shoulder. “Just fucking do it already.”

The blond’s length was pressed inside of him, as asked, so thoroughly that it took his breath away for a moment. “Fuck…”

“Exactly,” said Mika, hands grasping his hips tightly. His pace was demanding right from the start; he had been treated to a superb blowjob before this after all, and he hadn’t cum yet, holding himself back for this. He could see the taller man’s shoulders tensing, but he had no idea whether it was from the way he was fucking him, or from how well Yuu was sucking him. Mika held him steady, the swing barely rocking, so Yuu could do his thing.

Shiho closed his eyes. Each breath was a groan or a gasp, muscles trembling where Yuu’s hair brushed against his abdomen, where his thighs were scratched by the brunet’s nails. He tried to squirm, but whether he wanted to get away or closer to the sources of pleasure, he didn’t know. Mika even felt good, dragging against his prostate every other thrust, the kind of pounding he’d feel for days in a pleasurable ache. His nails dug into the leather straps as he came again, without warning.

Mika gave him a few more before shoving in deep, bending over him, his low moans fanning against the back of Shiho’s neck. When Yuu crawled out from beneath him, there were sticky strings of cum all over his pretty face.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur; Shiho reclined the offered coffee, but he did visit the bathroom to clean up. He drove the delivery transporter back to the shop, clocked out, drove home, had dinner with Mirai and watched her fall asleep during a movie.

He needed another job. Like, immediately.

Months later - Mirai had lost her casts, finally - Shiho was stocking one of the shelves when his name was called; the shop he worked at had all kinds of tubs, showers, towels, fragrant soaps, but their real prizes were the whirlpools.

“Shiho, can you come advise these customers?”

His heart dropped when he had walked over and was greeted by two grinning faces, one pair of green eyes, one blue. His coworker was already leaving.

Fuck. As much as he hated to admit it, he had been thinking a lot about these two lately.

“So,” drawled Yuu, perched on the rim of one of the jacuzzis, the mirth on his face speaking volumes. “If we buy one of these, would you be the one to come install it…?”