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It was a calm day—not unlike any of the others that had passed recently, but uni was hard. Keigo was busy, and so was Touya, and it felt like they hadn’t seen each other in months. Of course, they had seen one another and talked, but it was rushed, stilted. Keigo texted goodnight too late, only to wake up to Touya’s sleepy response in the morning. Touya would send a Snap, but Keigo would forget to open it, realising days later that he’d forgotten all about the notification flashing across his phone screen.
They still met up, went on quick date nights, gave sweet kisses peppered amongst their never-ending salty jabs, but it wasn’t like this. Now, for the first time in a while, Keigo was sitting next to his boyfriend on the train, his fingers enclasped in his and his head resting on a bony shoulder. The sun filtered through the trees rushing past the windows, green and golden specks of yellow splashing across their bodies. The world felt slow, tranquil, relaxed. Keigo felt like time had chilled for a day, choosing to log on at a meandering pace instead of its constant panicked dash. He could tuck his head into Touya’s neck, feel the press of the worn-out cotton of his shirt against his ear, and let his eyes wander down to the video flashing across Touya’s phone screen.
He had no idea what was going on. Touya had his earphones in, connected with a single black line to his phone, and there were no subtitles. It was probably something stupid Tenko sent him, or maybe something funny Toga linked.
Keigo ran his thumb over Touya’s, feeling every crease and line on his finger, moving over the slightly green veins on the back of his hand, and sighed. His breath left his lungs steadily and his chest contracted like a languid ripple.
Touya glanced over to him, blue eyes sliding under a white fringe, pricking the edge of his eyelashes like a stark iceberg against fluffy snow. “What?” he murmured, quiet enough to not disrupt the gentle bump of the train, the slow summer haze that had overtaken the carriage.
Keigo pulled his eyes up and lifted his head, trying to bite back the growing grin fighting its way over his lips, acting like a rogue puppet on disobedient strings. “Nothing,” he whispered back, and tilted his head, closing the gap between them faster than Touya could react, faster than he could move away and hide the blush tainting his cheeks.
The kiss was like a lazy Sunday morning, like a tired Tuesday evening after a long day at work. It was like going on holiday and pushing through the pool, one unhurried arm at a time, Keigo’s legs kicking leisurely through the sunkissed, glittering water, and inching closer and closer to Touya on the other side, who would be, without a doubt, lying on his back, sprawled across a poolside lounger, dark sunglasses over his face and a parasol shading him from the heat. There would be a book in his hand, and he’d be reading—he had always loved reading, even if Keigo could never stay focused for long enough to absorb a story’s details, could never be patient enough to fall in love with a character and their world. He found it funny how Touya liked things like that—could get lost for hours and hours doing something that Keigo would ordinarily find dull and boring.
He pressed into the kiss harder, leaning into Touya’s space and completely taking over his mouth, pushing past his lips with his tongue and licking at the warm roof hiding inside, insistent with a feeling that had only been bubbling within him over the past couple of weeks, dark and sticky like wet tar. It clung to him like a desperate baby, scratching at his hair and whining in his mind. He couldn’t ignore it, no matter what he tried or did, no matter how many tests and assignments he had going on at the same time. He’d missed Touya a lot, and he’d missed hanging out—just them; no one else.
His boyfriend pulled away, sliding his lips to the side, so Keigo fell against his cheek, bumping subtly into his head like a clumsy blobfish, the exact kind Touya hated because he hated all types of fish; it didn’t matter what their species were or how they tasted—he hated them all with a burning passion to rival the hate of his father. It was impressive, really, how childish he could be about the mere prospect of eating fucking sashimi.
“Jesus, Kei,” he let out, breathy and red-faced, the tips of his ears the colour of traffic lights at night when the roads were busy and every vehicle had come to a standstill, and Keigo was so, so desperate to get home. “We’re on the train.”
His eyes ducked to the side, turning to face the window behind them and the pretty scenery that had opened up around them: blossom trees spurting baby pink winks, rustling with the gentle breeze kissing the clouds, the open sky, smeared with cotton candy trails of white and light blue, and the yellow sun, golden like Keigo’s eyes.
Keigo looked away, wanting to obscure the cherry of his cheeks in his hands, crumple his eyes together as he scolded himself because what the hell? They were in public, and that kiss was too much for anything other than the privacy of their own apartments, the hidden sanctuaries of their current homes. Keigo was never the kind of guy to do things like this when others were around.
When he looked back up, finally meeting the faces of various other passengers on the train, everyone was looking pointedly away, finding the fraying fabric on the chairs more interesting than anything else around them. There weren't many people in the carriage, but it was still embarrassing. Touya’s face was still beet-red, staring at his fingers as the video on his phone played on in his ears.
Keigo swallowed the heavy little lump sitting in his throat, feeding the small beast of shame in his stomach. It was tiny, a cute, negligible thing, but it still felt like it took up more space than anything else ever did, seeping a dark shadow into his veins to crawl over his entire body. “Sorry,” he croaked out and untangled their hands, untouched their knees and shoulders, moved slightly to the side to give Touya a fresh air of space. Breathing room.
There was a huff next to him and Touya was rolling his eyes, his cheeks still tinged pink and rosy, but a smile sat below his nose like a thin caterpillar. “You’re so stupid,” he stated and tugged Keigo’s face forward with long fingers around his head, fitting into the space under his jaw and over his cheeks perfectly.
Their lips met again, soft and chaste, simple like the way Touya liked his coffee. Touya pulled away faster than Keigo would have liked, but, as he said before, they were still on the train.
I love you, Keigo thought, faintly, and smiled.
Touya threaded his fingers through Keigo’s palm again, a strong and steady presence. He slipped his left earbud out, pressing it into Keigo’s lap, a mute offering.
They were silent for the rest of the trip as the carriage jostled and stopped. People got out and people got in like the moving cogs of the life cycle. Touya moved his phone in between them until it rested on either of their legs, perfectly split in half between them. Keigo’s head found its place back on Touya’s shoulder and Touya’s cheek pressed into dusty blonde hair. As it turned out, it wasn’t Tenko or Toga who had sent the video. It was some stupid martial arts thing that Iguchi had been obsessed with lately, and he couldn’t seem to quite get the hint that no one else actually cared. But here Touya was, still watching the videos he was sent daily anyway, claiming that he only did it because there was nothing else to do when everyone knew he had a hundred homework assignments piling up and a million other things sitting, pleading like a drowning cat, on his desk.
The walk home was slow. Their hands stayed intertwined as they passed the local park where Shouto used to play with his friends when he came around, where Touya used to scare his little brother with how high he could push the swing until Fuyumi cried, scolding him like an anxious mother, only to be met with Natsuo’s vindictive cackles. Keigo hadn’t been around long enough to witness that, but Tenko had. And Touya told him enough stories, anyway, over the months, over the countless times Keigo had wrapped his arms around him in bed, whispering everything and nothing into his skin, into his ear, only to curl around him and brush his hair to the side, holding back the three words he’d been saving in his heart for the longest time.
He kissed along Touya’s jaw as the latter fumbled with the key, unlocking the door to his apartment building. “Keigo, stop it.” He swatted at his boyfriend’s face, trying to slap the smug smile from his lips.
“What?” Keigo remarked, stepping back. “I’m just trying to love my boyfriend. Can I not kiss him and make him”—he slid in close, whispering the words directly into his ear—“feel good?”
“Oh, my fuckin’ god. Just shut up,” Touya snapped, biting his bottom lip as red crept back into his ears. “Why are you being so embarrassing today? What the actual fuck is wrong with you? It’s literally just five more mins until my apartment. Can you fuckin’ chill?”
He pushed the door open, letting the ominous creak lay forgotten behind him as Keigo rushed them in, practically buzzing out of his skin as they ran up the stairs. Touya’s keys jangled between his fingers as he snorted. He was slightly out of breath when he reached the third floor, his legs already wishing for a break, but Keigo seemed to be completely fine—the consequences, it seemed, of being a complete athletic freak all throughout high school.
He shoved Touya against his front door, running his hands along his sides and pulling the fabric of his shirt up so it folded against pale skin, exposing Touya’s stomach to the cool air and letting it tickle his belly. Touya gasped against Keigo’s mouth and Keigo could only smile, laughing to himself as skinny arms wrapped around his neck to let Touya’s fingers curl into his hair.
They tugged, starting off as small, kittenish pulls on blonde strands, but growing stronger, bolder, more snarky as Keigo licked into his mouth, tasting every bit of him he could—playing with the wet muscle Touya pushed and prodded him with, and pushing just as much, if not more, back. He broke away, letting them both suck in desperate mouthfuls of air, and began mouthing along Touya’s jaw in the way he knew his boyfriend loved.
“Shit,” Touya mumbled, fumbling around with his keys to blindly jack them into the door lock. They slipped from his fingers, clattering to the ground noisily. “Fuck.” The back of Touya’s head thumped against his door and he let his eyes flutter shut, his chest rising and falling against Keigo’s.
“It’s okay, baby,” Keigo reassured him and kicked up the key with his shoe, catching it swiftly in one hand.
Touya blew out a frustrated breath through his nose. The front part of his hair arced up cutely, and Keigo snickered. “Fuckin’ show-off,” he grumbled.
“Only for you, hot stuff,” Keigo replied, pecking a kiss onto Touya’s nose, right where his triple piercings lay like miniature gold lava pools.
He unlocked the door, pushing it open and cackling at the way Touya’s eyes widened, his legs stumbling as he tripped backwards, almost landing on his ass if Keigo hadn’t grabbed his hand.
“You’re such an asshole!” he griped, scowling darkly.
Keigo apologised by righting him up again, helping Touya find his balance as they crossed the threshold into his apartment. He locked the door behind him, pushing the key into the tray sitting on the shelf by the door. As far as Touya’s apartment went, it was certainly not the most glamorous, especially for someone coming from the Todoroki family. But it was decent for a Keigo, someone who had come from almost nothing.
Touya was also a neat freak, as funny as that sounded. His place, while small, was immaculate. There was barely any clutter lying around and all his clothes were folded away, his small array of shoes sitting tidily by the door in an organised row—very different from Keigo’s own place, which he chose to ignore in favour of kicking his shoes off and pressing Touya against the back of his door.
Now, in the privacy of Touya’s apartment, Keigo could pull Touya’s legs around his waist, rubbing his member against Touya’s ass through their jeans. He could reach a hand up and hike Touya’s t-shirt high, fiddling with his nipples as he charted out the inside of his mouth, swallowing each gasp and moan his boyfriend let out, enjoying the whines and whimpers caused from him pinching Touya’s nipples and rolling the pink nubs between his thumb and forefinger until they swelled up, hard, under his touch.
Touya was breathing heavily when Keigo broke away for air, his eyes hooded and a deep sea-blue through his eyelashes. “Hey,” he started, one hand rubbing gentle circles into the top of Keigo’s shoulder and the other fiddling with his hair, messing it up in a way Keigo knew looked terrible but Touya seemed to find sexy anyway. A strand of spit, translucent in the shitty natural lighting flitting through the windows and transposing through space like meandering ghosts, hovered between them, getting thinner and thinner until it finally snapped. “Are you gonna fuck me tonight?” he asked, not quite sounding sweet but all the snarl from before was lost. He punctuated his question with a harsh jerk of his hips, grinding down hard and exploding white bursts behind Keigo’s eyes.
The blonde gasped and thrust against him, rubbing against Touya and darting for his neck, nipping and biting at the exposed flesh, pale in the slightly shadowed entrance area. “Baby, you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” he promised amongst bruising kisses.
Touya sighed as Keigo adjusted his legs tighter around him. One of his shoes was still half on his left foot, untied and only the barest of peeks of his heel sticking out of the trainer. He gyrated his hips down harder, moaning quietly as Keigo went back to playing with his nipples, making them harder and harder to mirror the status of their tightening jeans.
Touya’s hands tightened in Keigo’s hair, pulling on it painfully and making more stars turn supernova behind his eyes, as Keigo’s hands left his chest, roaming down slowly to support his thighs. Touya’s legs gripped around Keigo, digging into his hips as his nails pressed into his shoulders. Keigo reached between them, unbuttoning Touya’s jeans with too much careless ease, smirking at Touya’s sharp intake of breath as he rolled down the zipper, relieving some of the pressure on his dick and letting his erection stand between them under his boxers.
“Keigo,” Touya whined, his hands finding their way in blonde hair again as Keigo peeled the front of his boxers away, revealing a fiery red tip glaring angrily back at him, ready and waiting and desperate.
“You’re so hot,” Keigo murmured as he sank to his knees, shifting Touya’s legs to rest on his shoulders instead, so his dick stood heavy between them, inches from Keigo’s lips.
Touya had switched to messing around with the shells of Keigo’s ears, touching the skin there gently before getting lost in his hair again. As it turned out, Touya really liked his hair, even if he made rude comments half the time about how he looked like an electrified chicken. Keigo knew the truth, and that was why he hadn’t bothered to change his hairstyle lately. If he got a boyfriend with it, especially one that loved to play with it, why would he?
He breathed heavily, watching Touya’s dick twitch with anticipation and the slight brush of moving air. Wet pre beaded at the tip, starting to dribble in a slow silvery line down his length. Keigo swooped in, stopping it with his tongue as he dragged up the muscle, collecting every leaking streak until he reached the tip.
“Fuck,” Touya breathed, enraptured and panting lightly as Keigo continued to lick around him—never anything more than the point of his tongue, small but holding so much promise behind it.
Keigo somehow managed to grin, even as his mouth was open and he played with Touya’s dick, his hands pooling around the base and stroking softly—not enough for Touya to actually begin to get off, but just enough to leave him on the edge of everything and nothingness, frustrated to no end.
“Stop,” he panted, “fuckin’ teasin’ me.”
Keigo smirked, his inner Devil making an appearance. “But it’s so fun.”
Touya retorted with a sharp yank of his hair, pushing him closer to his dick until Keigo’s eyes widened, honey-gold like his hair. “Come on,” he groaned, sounding more and more like a young child begging to watch TV instead of having to do his homework.
Keigo chuckled and stuck the tip of his tongue into Touya’s slit, swirling the muscle around slowly until Touya bucked against his face, huffing like a mad kitten.
“Okay, okay,” Keigo conceded and swallowed a smug smile. Instead, he let his head dip forward, his lips closing around Touya’s tip, and suckled.
Touya reacted instantly, arching off the door and pushing himself the littlest bit further into Keigo’s mouth, his eyes crashing shut as a sweet moan left his lips. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into Keigo’s scalp and Keigo sucked a bit harder, pulling back to see a crease between Touya’s eyebrows begin to form.
This was one of his favourite moments—whenever Touya was just on the edge of breaking down, about to fall but not quite there yet. He always looked so pretty like this.
“Shit,” Touya let escape as Keigo swallowed his length, reaching as far down as he could until he brushed against his hands.
Touya’s mouth was slowly widening, dropping further and further open. Keigo bobbed his head, taking his deeper and deeper with every swallow. He moaned around his boyfriend, coming back up to sweep his tongue over the head before tracing the vein down to the base again.
“Shit, shit, shit! Kei!” Touya gasped again, his eyes cracking open a fraction of an inch to see a blurry blob moving up and down his cock, acting so enthusiastic at sucking him off. The image only made him swell up more.
Keigo grinned around him, the smirk shining through his eyes as he saw the tell-tale signs of his boyfriend reaching the edge, dangerously close to spilling over into the abyss. His dick was throbbing in his mouth, every swirl and slurp of his tongue turning the temperature up even hotter.
“Kei—” Touya tried, cutting himself off with a gasp as he tried to tug Keigo’s head away, tried to warn him about how close he was, but the blonde just pushed his head down deeper than it had ever been before, started moaning excessively around him as he stroked along the veins underside his cock, brushing against the soft white hairs creating a little happy trail to his stomach.
Touya yelped, slamming his head back against the front door as he came down Keigo’s throat, hot and white and wet. One of his hands were gripping so hard onto Keigo’s shoulder that he was sure there would be bruises remaining in the morning, little crescent moons in the shapes of his fingernails. Like a crude set of lovers’ tattoos.
Keigo swallowed him completely, licking back to the tip obscenely as if it was no problem at all. He swirled his tongue around the head and latched his lips around the softening appendage.
Touya hissed, trying to tug him off for a different reason now. “No, Kei, it’s too much,” he whimpered, wetness collecting in the corners of his eyes.
Keigo’s chest rumbled as he chuckled, and he planted one last kiss at the tip before pulling off, unwrapping Touya’s jelly legs from his shoulders and placing them on the floor. He swayed dangerously and Keigo reached out to steady him, hands on his waist and prising them close together.
Keigo smirked, tracing the outline of Touya’s face, the other slightly dazed already. Licking his lips, he smeared a kiss at the edge of Touya’s mouth. “Oh, baby,” he mused. “Am I so good that you already can’t walk?”
Touya’s face twisted into a deep scowl. “You’re insufferable,” he declared, but barged Keigo’s back into the other side of the wall, ramming their lips together hungrily as if they were strangers in a bar, too drunk to care about anything other than each other’s touch.
He could taste himself as Keigo wound into him, their tongues dancing competitively with one another. Keigo groaned, biting into Touya’s skin as the latter ground his thigh forward, shoving hard against the tightness of his jeans. Touya’s own jeans were still undone, his dick exposed and rapidly stiffening again with every sound Keigo let slip between them.
“S-stop,” Keigo faltered, his breath ragged as the heat in his stomach burned, tightening as the iron coil in him grew hotter and hotter.
Touya stopped immediately, stilling, so he was framing Keigo’s body, both of them cluttered close together, hot and messy against the wall. Touya’s arms were either side of Keigo’s head, him clearly using his height to his advantage in a way that Keigo never minded. Blue eyes darted down, creased together and worried.
“You okay?” he asked, moving his head back, so he could get a better look at his boyfriend. “What’s wrong?”
Keigo shook his head, hiding his sheepish smile as he loosened his grip on Touya’s hair, his fingers instead trailing over his shirt and shoulders, passing smooth skin and rougher cotton. “Nothin’. Don’t worry,” he muttered. “I just don’t wanna cum yet, and you’re making it awfully hard.”
At the last word, he raised his head, staring Touya directly in his eyes, and winked.
Touya’s face fell immediately and his eyebrows flattened. He spun away dramatically, fixing his trousers and tossing his remaining shoe off. “Gross. You’re making me fuckin’ soft in the middle of sex.”
Keigo sprung off the wall, gaping as his arms sprawled out wide. “It was a pun! It was a good pun!”
Touya glared at him. “It was horrible.”
Keigo wheezed, reaching out for Touya’s shoulder to bring him back and missing. “You have no taste! It was wonderful, and you know it.”
Touya didn’t bother gracing him with a response and turned into his room, listening as Keigo’s footsteps followed behind him. Keigo had a bigger bed than he did, but his was good enough. The sheets were old and scratchy—not great on his sensitive skin, but Touya was used to it. He ripped off his shirt, flinging it over the chair in the corner and ignoring it as it crumpled to the floor, sliding off the back to land by his desk—another disaster altogether that he’d rather not get into right now.
While Touya liked living in a clean environment—it was crucial for his weak constitution and health—the last few weeks had certainly made even waking up harder. A few folders and papers scattered across his table for a little while longer wouldn’t hurt him, especially if Keigo was now sprawled over his sheets, sinking into his pillow, completely bare and wearing only his dirtiest of grins.
“Come ‘ere, hot stuff,” he beckoned, curling his finger in a way he liked to think was seductive—and it actually was, so Touya couldn’t say anything, despite how much he wanted to.
“God, you’re such a dork,” Touya commented, because he was an ass and he liked to make Keigo’s life difficult in as many ways as he could.
He scrambled out of his jeans, flipping Keigo’s watchful eyes off in the process, knowing they would be filled with amusement and nothing but amusement as he struggled to untangle his legs.
“Yeah, baby, take it off,” Keigo hollered, wolf-whistling at the end.
He got a crumpled sock in his face as retribution, but then Touya was in his lap, grinding down against him, pressing their chests together until their nipples flushed against each other, mimicking their unbridled making out from earlier. It was slow and fast at the same time, rushed and unhurried with every brush of skin against skin. Keigo latched himself onto Touya’s neck, sucking more hickies and marks over the pale, unblemished skin, making it impossible for Touya to go out in anything other than thin turtlenecks for the next few weeks.
This is what he had been missing—just the moments they could spend with one another alone and no one else around them, just some privacy for Keigo to take Touya apart, either with shitty jokes and even shittier rom-coms , or with the tactile touch of his hands. He wanted to swallow Touya whole, suck every bit of him that he could and listen to the sweet cries as his boyfriend melted in his arms. Deep down, Keigo was a shitty romantic, even if Touya was not.
For the most part, he wasn’t bothered by it.
Touya showed him that he felt the same in countless ways, like rolling his eyes as Keigo woke up at the ass-crack of dawn to get ready, but then having coffee and breakfast prepared before Keigo left. Touya would keep track of things for him in a way Keigo could never figure out, always knowing what was happening and what was going on, what he was forgetting and what he didn’t need to worry about. On the days where Keigo was the most tired, exhausted right down to his very bones, Touya would always somehow miraculously know. He’d appear at Keigo’s front door, a fresh bag of groceries in his hand because he knew Keigo wouldn’t have bothered to cook dinner for himself, and he also knew Keigo had skimped on lunch.
So, yeah, Keigo felt extremely lucky to have someone like Touya at his side, picking up after his dumb messes and letting him pick up after Touya too.
“Wait,” Touya mumbled, getting up out of Keigo’s lap again, crawling to the side, so Keigo could see his whole ass on display. “I need to get lube and—fuck,” he suddenly let out, turning back to Keigo. “We didn’t use a condom before…at the front door.”
Keigo chilled, but then waved it off. “It’s fine. You’re clean, right?”
Touya gave him a pointed look. “Well, yeah, but still.”
Keigo shuffled closer, leaning in so he could peck Touya’s lips. “It’s fine. I said it’s fine, and I’m the one who chose to do that without waiting anyway. There’s no point in worrying about it now.”
Touya huffed. “You’re not making any sense—”
“Just shut up,” Keigo commanded, his words soft against Touya’s lips as Touya brought the lube and packet of condoms back, forgetting to close his bedside table drawer in the process.
In it, Keigo could see the red feather bracelet he’d gifted him when they had first started dating. It was cheap and pretty badly made—not a great first impression, but Touya didn’t care about things like that and Keigo didn’t have very much money.
“Hey.” He pointed his eyebrows down at it, observing as Touya frowned, only to widen his eyes, a strawberry tint pinching the area across his cheekbones. “That’s pretty cute. Whoever gave it to you must be your favourite person ever for you to still have it.”
“Oh, my god. Fuckin’ stop. Yes, I get it. I still have it. Piss off,” Touya shot back, slamming the drawer shut with his foot and almost falling off the bed in the process.
Keigo leaned away, collapsing back against the sheets as he quirked his eyebrows, his lips squinting up too high. His eyes gleamed. “I’m just sayin’. You must love ‘em.”
Touya threw his pillow at him, trying to smother, and possibly, kill him, but Keigo swore his boyfriend’s face had blushed even harder. He had very sharp eyesight, after all.
“How are you ruining sex, oh, my god,” Touya whinged, sighing as he fell back, the bottle of half-empty lube in his hands and a condom packet by his side.
Keigo took this as his chance. He lunged forward, grinning triumphantly as he won the lube bottle with little to no fanfare, and spread Touya’s legs out wide, revealing his hole and only making Keigo’s dick twitch with the thought of stuffing himself in there. Already, he had held out for so long. Having Touya right in front of him like this, on full display with still blooming nipples and a flushed face, his stomach rolling cutely in a way that he’d given up trying to hide, was nothing short of heaven.
Touya shimmied his hips teasingly. “Come on. What are you waiting for? I’m dying of blue balls here.”
Keigo scoffed. “You’re dying of blue balls? May I remind you which fucker’s already gotten off?”
“And whose fault is that?” Touya bit back, but shut up as soon as cold lube touched his skin, brushing against his hole as Keigo circled around his rim.
Keigo used one hand to hold on tightly to Touya’s waist, preventing him from moving around too much like he usually did.
“F-f-fuck,” he hissed. “S’cold!”
Keigo could only giggle. “I thought you liked the cold.”
Touya tried to kick his leg out, aiming for Keigo’s face, but he failed miserably. Instead, he only gasped as Keigo inserted a finger, lube drenching his skin as he slid in past the tight muscle, twisting and working to relax Touya enough for two. Usually, this was a pretty fast process for them, but maybe there was something about tonight, something hovering in the air that made time slow down to a crawl, almost stopping entirely. Keigo felt like every moment was being drawn out longer, and he didn’t mind, honestly. He wouldn’t ever mind spending more time with Touya, spending more minutes watching his expression change from cute to snarky in the half-beat of a nanosecond.
I love you, Keigo thought again, slowing the roll of his fingers until Touya was trying to push down on him, swallow more of him up.
“Kei,” he whined, impatient as always, but Keigo couldn’t say anything. He himself was, perhaps, the most impatient man in the world. Touya huffed, squirming against Keigo’s grip. “Kei, I swear to god, if you don’t hurry up, I’ll kick you out and do it myself.”
“You’re so cute when you’re angry,” Keigo confessed, just to rile Touya up even further.
His boyfriend let out something akin to a growl, rushing up from his spot against the bedsheets with his hands outstretched, curled into claws to shove Keigo away. Keigo chose, at that time, to force a third finger in, scissoring it in conjunction with the other two, feeling Touya’s temperature rise up another notch. Touya let out a broken keen, his back arching as he fell back against the bed. His entire chest was pink, now, just like his neck and ears. His nipples were bright and rosy like twin flowers, just begging for Keigo to reach down and clamp his mouth around them, swirl with his tongue and cover them with his saliva.
Everything about Touya seemed like a wet dream, including the crude squelch of Keigo’s fingers sinking in and out of his ass. The noise joined Touya’s pants as they gradually increased in volume, his face twisting completely when Keigo found his prostate, abusing the area cruelly before pulling out. He reached down for his shirt by the floor, cleaning his fingers and smirking as Touya tried to catch his breath, his hole clenching and unclenching around nothing.
There was some rustling as Keigo tore the condom packet and pinched the tip, sliding the protective latex over his length. He lathered himself up with more lube, sighing softly to himself at the short-lived relief, before crawling over Touya, framing haloed white hair with his hands.
“Hey, sugar pie,” he crowed, brushing Touya’s bangs out of his eyes, pushing the slight sheen of sweat coating his forehead to the side.
Touya’s mouth curled. “God, that’s the worst nickname you’ve ever given me. Never call me that again.”
Keigo rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t hold back the slight laugh from leaving his lips. “And you say I’m the one who ruins sex.”
“You are!”
“Baby, can you try to be at least a little romantic?”
Touya flicked his nose. “I’m plenty romantic. Now, come on, would you just stick it in me already?”
Keigo let out a laugh, dropping his head low so he could dust Touya’s lips with his own again. “Yeah, so romantic. I’m fuckin’ floored.”
“You really will be unless—” He huffed as he tried to lift his hips, catching the tip of Keigo’s cock against his rim before hitting the bed fruitlessly. “Come on, Kei. You’re taking forever.”
“I just want to enjoy this,” he murmured back, but his dick was throbbing and the heat in his stomach was begging him to fuck Touya until the bed broke.
He lined up, Touya pushing himself up onto his forearms as he held his breath in front of him. Keigo circled his rim, storing every little hitch in Touya’s throat away in his mind for later, before sinking in the first few centimetres. Even though he knew it was coming, the sudden heat enveloping his tip made Keigo clench his hands down hard on the sheets, crumpling them uglily beneath his skin.
Touya gasped hard. They had fucked numerous times before, but he still always had the same reaction when he saw Keigo’s dick—the same smirk, dark twinkle in his eyes and the creamy lilt on his tongue. Sometimes, they fucked hard and fast with no time for words or sweet nothings between them. Other times, it was slower like this, just the candied roll of hips against hips, smooth and soft and breathy in sanguine blue evening lights.
Keigo felt the knot in his stomach twist tighter, reach lower, and he sunk a little deeper into Touya, grinning as his boyfriend’s head flew back, exposing the long column of his neck to the bedroom ceiling. Touya’s arms shuddered as Keigo bottomed out, unable to choose whether or not to give in and fall into the mattress, let Keigo do anything and everything he wanted with his body, or to push back, snap his head to face Keigo with the same kind of tenacity Touya faced everything with.
Keigo thrusted shallowly into him, his hands moving to dig into Touya’s milky thighs, dot pearls of red and purple over his skin. In the middle, Touya’s dick stood heavy and flushed, all the blood pooling through the veins and forcing it to sway laboriously with every snap of the hips.
“Keigo—” Touya panted, blinking through his eyes as he snagged his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands had moved, letting his back slip closer to the bed, to grip the back of his thighs. He spread himself out even more for Keigo, looking like the sexiest minx Keigo had ever had the pleasure of burying his dick into. “I—” He trailed off as Keigo thrust in particularly hard, his mouth opening in a silent moan.
“What’s that, baby?” he teased, running his hands over Touya’s skin, his breaths coming short.
He dipped into his waist, sliding closer and closer to Touya’s cock. With a slow stroke, he dragged his index finger up the shaft, climbing higher and higher until he reached the tip, and circled around the rosy slick kissing it as if it were a trophy.
“Kei—” Touya started again, trying to lift himself back onto his arms, but Keigo cut him off, snapping his hips once more as he wrapped his fist around Touya’s dick, squeezing too hard to be entirely comfortable.
Touya fell back into the bed as his bottom half bucked, shoving Keigo’s dick against his prostate in the process. He keened, scrambling around him as sweat beaded on his face, shining the spot between his pinched eyebrows. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Keigo, go harder!”
Keigo’s own breath was falling from his lips in tough puffs, fluffy like clouds. “Whatever you say, hot stuff,” he complied and forced Touya’s thigh closer to his chest, bending him in two like a contorted gymnast.
His hands fell by Touya’s head as he moved fervently, spurred on by a sudden rush. His vision flashed in front of him. All Keigo could think about was how hot Touya was in this moment and how deep he needed to get his dick, hitting harder and harder with each thrust.
Touya let out a garbled stream of “Ah, ah, ah!”s, tears streaming down his cheeks and onto the bed sheets as Keigo pounded his prostate.
The bed squeaked ominously with their fucking, slamming harshly against the wall, barely able to keep up with Keigo’s pace. With his left hand, he twisted and turned Touya’s nipple, watching the way his boyfriend’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull. Touya’s hands were numb by him, long having given up even trying to do anything other than cling onto the sheets.
Keigo could feel it welling up within him, burning brighter and brighter until everything tightened. His balls drew up, pinching high and together as he sheathed himself fully into Touya, working his way as cum streamed from his tip, only pushed even further as Touya clenched around him, holding him in and milking him dry.
Keigo’s hips moved of their own accord for a few more thrusts and he buried his face in Touya’s shoulder, biting down hard.
Touya cried loudly, his entire body jerking as he came for the second time, falling boneless under Keigo’s weight. They lay together, coming down with only the backdrop of their heavy breathing playing around them.
Keigo pulled out, gritting his teeth as Touya hissed below him, and tied off the condom. He tossed it in the bin lying by Touya’s desk before crawling back into bed, pulling Touya’s face close to envelope him in a deep kiss.
“I love you,” Touya whispered against his lips and swirled his tongue through before Keigo could reply.
Keigo chose to wrap Touya even closer, swinging his leg over his waist. He ignored the drying cum on Touya’s stomach in favour of rushing his hands through white hair.
“I love you too,” he mumbled back, half his words swallowed with another kiss. They flowed from his lips easier than he thought they would, and Keigo didn’t want to think about what that really meant.
It was at least twenty minutes later before they both stumbled towards the shower, tired and smiley, and another hour before they began to fix themselves dinner.
They fell asleep on the couch, their arms wrapped around one another and Keigo’s head resting over Touya’s heart as the end credits to an old movie played in the background. Their exams were soon. Keigo and Touya would be running around again, passing only briefly and sharing the barest of kisses. Keigo would wake up to cold leftover coffee, wondering when the next time Touya would be able to come around, and they’d both feel alone in their beds, only the blue light from their phone screens warming the area next to them.
For once, Keigo let himself think about life later. Right now, things were as perfect as they could be. Their future was sweet.