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The footsteps echo down the hall, and then they're alone together in the tight, dark space. Squinting at each other in the poor light.
The others had joked at them as they had picked them to be the next victims of seven minutes in heaven (a game one of them had heard of and promptly spread around, the time being increased to 10 minutes somewhere along the way), teasing that maybe they'd finally be able to hook up.
Little do they know, they're a little too late. Neither Hiruko nor Takumi had felt any particular urge to announce it, and Hiruko didn't want the annoying additional attention that'd come with telling everyone else, so they'd ended up keeping it on the downlow.
Hiruko sighs to herself. One of these days they should just get it over and done with.
"You alright, Hiruko?" Takumi asks.
"It's been about ten seconds, of course I am."
"I guess that's true..."
"Well..." Hiruko says. "What do you want to do?"
"I dunno." Takumi shrugs. "We could play Shiritori, I guess?"
Hiruko pauses. He struggles to see her expression in the poor light. "Not quite what I had in mind."
"Come up with Dajare, then?"
Hiruko sighs. "Why don't I show you, and you can see if you're on the same wavelength?"
Just before Takumi can say yes, he hears a light thump, and sees her glasses flash briefly in the thin line of light coming through the crack in the doors.
She's on her knees. He feels a hand press against each side of his hips.
"I-I see." He swallows. "You... you're not going to go all the way, are you?"
Even in the darkness, he knows she's grinning. His eyes are only just beginning to adjust enough to see it.
"Define 'all the way.'"
"Y'know... I, uh, penetrate you." Takumi waves his hands slightly in the darkness.
"No, not this time. I have something else in mind." He can see another glint of light across her glasses as she looks up at him, as he hears the unzipping of his own trousers. "Do you think you can come before the others come back, Takumi Sumino?"
“You can make me cum in much less than ten minutes.” Takumi swallows. “You know that better than anyone.”
"Oh, Takumi, Takumi, Takumi.” Hiruko smirks, her voice practically purring. “When you say things like that, it only makes me want to tease you.”
He gulps again, as he feels his erection rise.
She extends a hand to greet it, skimming two fingers gently along the underside of the head. He shivers. He feels her lips press through the boxers, around his cockhead. The warm, wet confines of her mouth follow soon after.
"H-Hiruko." He gasps. "We don't have much time."
Her mouth releases from him, that dangerous glint tilted back towards him.
"Who says we're not trying to get caught?"
She finally tugs at the waistband of his boxers to pull them down, as he processes her words. No... Hiruko's a thrill-seeker, but she'd hate the hassle of getting caught. Right? Surely she's just teasing?
The realisation hits him that he has no idea how much time has passed, and how much time is remaining. It feels like it escalated in seconds. But surely Hiruko would know, right?
(If she does, she's definitely not going to tell him.)
He only has a moment more to stew in his situation before her mouth envelops him again. Taking half of the shaft, lips not fully closed around him so that he can be blasted with her warm, heavy breath, and almost thump his hands against the cupboard walls for it. Fingers hover against the rest of his exposed shaft. And yet don't clasp around it.
He lets out a moan. Then claps his hand over his mouth, worrying for a second that the others might be lingering in the area to catch them.
But no, it's just them in the warm, dark silence.
She goes deliciously slow, lips gently travelling up and down his shaft. He watches the movement of her head, transfixed by the way it is attuned to the sensations he feels. After a little bit, she pulls back until her mouth is only wrapped around his cockhead. Her tongue flicks against the tip, swiping away the precum, and making him suppress another groan.
In any other situation, he'd want nothing else but to give in fully to her whims.
He wants to call out her name, remind her they're on a time limit. But he already knows she knows, and any interruption could delay whatever devious plans she has even more. He knows Hiruko's games, and he knows that letting her work with little interruption is his best outcome, whilst she reaps the reward of his subtler responses.
He tries to start counting the seconds in his head to give him any sense of grounding, but then she presses her tongue to a particularly sensitive spot right under his cockhead, igniting his senses. And as he basks in the wonderful lit match of pleasure, he loses a rhythm in his counting that he doesn't manage to recover.
Hiruko has seeped into every inch of this closed, dark space, pressing in on him on all sides. The scent of lavender is inescapable.
(It's exhilarating.)
He can only guess about 5 minutes have passed when he starts feeling the urge to orgasm. But this is Hiruko's world, and her deft touches, her embracing mouth, means that time is constantly slipping from his mind. He wants to touch her, hear her beyond the odd exhale, and yet he's compelled to stay still. To just watch the slow bob of her head, and dig his nails into his palms.
"Hiruko." He groans out into the darkness.
And for a second, the longest second he's ever experienced, she stops. Mouth still wrapped around him.
But only for a second, as her mouth, and hands return to their previous goal of trickling over every single nerve in his cock, slowly coaxing him to an orgasm that may be just barely out of reach.
...Actually, he wouldn't put it past her at all. Leaving him right on the edge as they leave, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she tells him that he simply should've accepted her pleasure more.
Okay. So maybe he can't take his orgasm for granted.
Or maybe...
(An image flashes into his mind of him crying out as he orgasms in the bare light, doors open to whatever audience is there. But it doesn't matter, as Hiruko is right there, stroking her thumb across the curl of his hip.)
He bites his lip.
His eyes begin to see more fully in the darkness. He watches the slight sway of her hair as she goes up, and down. He gets the urge again to touch her, to feel her warmth. With greater effort, he ignores it.
And then his orgasm starts to come dangerously close. His body tenses up as his back hits the closet wall, keenly aware of the thumps it makes. She continues ceaselessly, lips taking him to the base as she places her hands on his hips for greater stability.
With every drag of her lips against his flesh, his eyes dart towards the door. How long has it been? What if the others come back early? He glances down at Hiruko, electricity running through his skin. But as the wave within him continues rising, she doesn’t seem bothered at all.
And then he’s cumming.
He can’t cry out, so he fills the dark space with his noisy panting, as his hips rock. At one point he feels his cock hit the top of her mouth, biting his lip to not groan. His hands fumble through the darkness, all reservations gone as he reaches for her, his hands brushing her shoulders, face, hair as he is overcome with pleasure.
He brushes his fingers against her smooth leather jacket, soft skin, silky hair, trying to take in all of her. But after a few more seconds, he finally begins to descend, his breath quieting as his heart thumps in his chest. He leans back against the wood for a few moments, savouring the seconds, until he's brought back to reality by Hiruko's lips trailing back up his cock.
“H-Hiruko.” He gasps out.
She’s silent for a few seconds. He can only see her faint form in the darkness, still blocky even as his eyes have adjusted. But he can see him tilt her head up to meet his eye, that flash across her lenses again.
“Do you think I could wring another one out of you?" She speaks. "It’d be a challenge, I suppose, but I’ve always liked a challenge.”
“H-Hiruko!” He pleads, lost for any other words.
She closes her eyes, and sighs (her breath hitting his softening cock, making him jolt). “I’m kidding. Male refractory periods take a minimum of fifteen periods to dissipate, unfortunately.”
But then she opens her eyes, and grazes a fingernail across his cockhead. His back goes ramrod-straight, as he resists the urge to cry out, again.
“Or perhaps quite fortunately…” She flashes a wicked smile.
Suddenly, he can hear the faint echo of footsteps coming down the hall. He hurriedly goes to zip his trousers back up, but when he brings his hands down, he finds Hiruko’s already there, the rumble of the zip following after. She gives him two light pats on his hip afterwards.
She stands, and wipes her mouth, still smiling. Takumi has approximately three seconds to gather himself until there’s a rattling at the door. A second after, the closet fills with light, as he squints his eyes.
“Woah, dude, it looks like she really did a number on you.” Gaku says, eyes flitting over to Hiruko in what seems halfway between fear, and arousal.
Takumi’s face flushes, as he quickly checks himself over. He internally breathes a sigh of relief when he confirms his trousers are zipped.
“I’ll say! I bet his pervy self ‘slipped’ so that he could feel a boob in the first time in his life!” Kurara cackles.
Hiruko sighs, as she steps out. “Nothing that asinine.”
She’s seemingly reverted back to her typical, cold self. But as he stumbles out of the closet afterwards, she casts a look back at him. He doesn’t miss the return of that malevolent smile.