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It was another one of those days where he found himself lying on the floor, one hand straining on the coffee table and the other over his mouth. Noritoshi dug his head into the floor as he gazed up at you through his half-lidded eyes, eyebrows furrowed and sweat forming on his skin. He tried to keep his hips still as your hand pumped his cock terribly slow. Your body was strewn by his side with one hand propped up so you could stare at his flustered face. No matter how embarrassed he was, or how much his logical mind screamed him to hide away forever, he couldn't stop admiring the enamored expression you had whenever you watched him come undone. Your lips were slightly parted in a small smile and so close, agonizingly close, to his. They never met, though.
Noritoshi let out a choked moan and hovered his hand by his waist, resisting the urge to touch you. You slid your hand into his hair and lightly tugged, working him through his orgasm as his hips bucked and his eyes squeezed shut. Whatever you said at that moment, he didn't register, only knowing that you were speaking by the tingling of your breath near his ear. Your hand left his head and rubbed his heaving chest up and down as you sat up, shamelessly licking his semen from each of your fingers. When you caught him looking, he frowned and sat up, turning away as he fixed his clothes.
You wiped your hand dry on the thigh of his pants and smirked, waving goodbye with a 'see you tomorrow~' as you left his room. He scowled down at himself and didn't respond. This was how it usually ended. No matter how far to heaven you flew him, he'd always fall back to hell in the end, wallowing in disgust and self-pity.
He wasn't sure how it started. The two of you never really liked each other to begin with. He was a model student, diligent and stern. You were a troublemaker, carefree and mischievous. Being desk neighbors forced you to interact. Or maybe it was just your colliding personalities. You sometimes slacked when the teacher wasn't looking, leading to him reprimanding you. Thus, began a cycle of you purposely trying to get a reaction out of him, because compared to your other classmates, no one else was as entertaining.
And whenever you bantered, you would always smile playfully, hoping to break his stone face and make him snap, to show some emotion besides disdain. You did well academically, despite how much you fooled around, and most people liked you. They liked you too much and he knew you treated them differently from how you treated him. You never tried to rile them up this much.
Eventually, you were assigned to work on a class project together. The two of you chose his dorm since it was neater. You met in your free time for the next few days to work on it. You were surprisingly efficient and full of creative ideas, even convincing him to alter his textbook view of the assignment. Although he expected you to leech off of him, you pulled your own weight. When it came time to work, you were serious and focused, a full 180 from the character most knew you as. He found it strangely relaxing to work next to you in silence, glancing at your work-absorbed face every so often. Had others seen this face, or was he the only one?
Suddenly, being around you didn't strike anger into him anymore. His chest tightened when he saw you, voice coming out even stiffer when he spoke. He became overly aware of your proximity to him, the slightest marks on your skin or out-of-place hair, the light fragrance of whatever you wore that day. Seeing you laugh and smile, even at his own expense, made his heart pound out of his chest. He thought he was good at hiding it.
The day the project was finished, you had no reason to visit his room anymore. He was prepared to settle with only seeing you in class where you were energetic and not enticingly calm like you were in his room. Noritoshi couldn't have himself getting distracted from his studies after all. It was better to end his silly crush before you consumed his every thought.
But that evening in his room, you snatched up his phone and began taking pictures of yourself. It was your typical tomfoolery returning after finishing the work. He leaped for the phone, wrestling it out of your hands. He'd delete them later, he told himself, wiping away the remnant of your touch.
"Hey, give it back! I didn't get my good side!" you called out, reaching for his phone again.
He held it above your heads and out of range as you sat up on your knees. "Use your own phone."
Noritoshi uncrossed his legs and leaned back. He soon realized it was a mistake when you heaved yourself over him, stretching one arm over to grab at his phone as the other slammed on the floor by his head.
"I wanted to check out your phone's camera," you defended. Your legs were on either side of his waist. Any lower and you'd be fully straddling him.
You smelled sweet today and your eyes had that playful glint again. You had never been this close before. His breath caught in his chest as he lowered his arm and tried to elbow his way out on the floor. But before he could get far, your knees slammed against his hips, holding him still under you. Now, he could really feel the heat coming from your body, flowing from your thighs to his.
Your eyes met. Your head blocked the light, casting a shadow over his furrowed brows and twitching scowl. He could sense a switch flipped in you at that moment. You shifted your supporting hand so that your shoulder met his. Your other hand slid over his fingers, ignoring the phone he was holding to slide over his knuckles.
"That's a new look," you commented. Your voice was lower, quieter, raising goosebumps on his back. "People said you were a prude, but I never expected you to be like this."
"What are you talking about," he seethed, ignoring how your fingers traced the veins on his hand. "Get off of me!"
You lifted your hips and ground against him once, earning a gasp. Heat was pooling between his legs and bulging through his pants. He hated that it pulsed harder when he saw your smirk grow. So you had noticed.
"If you want me to stop, then hit me. This can be read as sexual assault, you know. You'll be acting in self defense."
Noritoshi clenched his hands into fists. Were you doing this on purpose? For a dare? Were you aware of the things he had been trying to hide? You were so sickeningly confident in his desperation, in your hold over him.
"I'll give you ten seconds to hit me," you whispered, leaning your forehead against the side of his head. "After that, you can't say you didn't want it."
"Ten." His breath hitched when your hand stopped caressing his and went to his shirt, slowly undoing the buttons.
"Nine." It was humiliating how he couldn't keep his chest still as your hand traveled down his body.
"Eight." Noritoshi bit his lip. Why wasn't he doing anything? Why did he want to continue? The path ahead was unclear.
"Seven." You were only halfway down his shirt and his anticipation grew the further you went.
"Six." His anticipation wasn't the only thing growing.
"Five." Finally finished, you slid your hand along his abs and back up his shivering chest.
"Four." Your fingers passed by his nipples, hardened and sensitive. "You're surprisingly responsive."
"Three." Your smile grew as you let out a breathy chuckle that made the hair on his neck rise.
"Two." You slid your hand to the waistband of his pants, teasing the button and zipper open. "This is your last chance."
"One."
You dipped your hand under his boxers and palmed Noritoshi's erection. He released a shaky breath and shut his eyes, much to his chagrin. You freed his dick from his pants, the shaft mouthwateringly hard and veined. Exposed to the cool air, he craved for it to be covered again, warmed. And you gave him just that, wrapping your fingers around the base and slowly dragging upwards until you could tease the tip with your thumb, spreading precum and drawing out his first moan.
"You got this hard just because of earlier?" you taunted, repeating the movements.
Noritoshi glanced down at his cock passing through your hand, the wet sheen that was already spread over it, the pulsing veins that felt the most pressure from your fingers.
"I--you--mnh!" Words escaped him. How weak was he that he became putty in your hands?
"You've never touched yourself before, have you?" He didn't. You suddenly gave him two quick pumps, causing him to release a broken moan. Of course, you took notice.
"You like it?" You continued the pace, occasionally surprising him with double strokes. You didn't need his words to answer your question. His bucking hips and stuttering breaths were enough. "We can keep going."
After what was probably a minute but an eternity for him, Noritoshi's moans and breaths became continuous, his hips thrusting at every movement of your hand. You drank in his expression greedily and he could see it from the corner of his eye, how excited you looked, picking up your speed. All the while, you whispered dirty words into his ear, lulling him away from reality with your voice.
"So this is what you hide behind that pokerface. Who would've thought you'd be so needy? I guess it really is the quiet ones."
With drool sliding out his hung open mouth, he arched his back and shook, ejaculating years of repressed sexual urges onto his clean chest. You let go of his softening cock as he took deep breaths and moved his elbows out so he could rest flat on his back. His eyes shot open when he felt something wet and slimy on his torso. Was it not over yet? He looked down in horror to see you licking up his semen, not seeming to mind the taste at all. How could you be so dirty? He tried to push himself up again, but you held his shoulder down.
You looked so excited seeing a spot of cum on one of his nipples, latching onto it to bite and suck, swirling your tongue around the sensitive bit of skin while he quivered. He feared you could hear his heart beating furiously. When there was a mark left behind, you continued upwards, going for the last drop that had landed on his neck.
"Don't," he said hoarsely. He didn't want you to mark him there. The world didn't need to see the result of his one moment of weakness.
You obliged with a hum and tilted your head, only giving a long and slow lick that made his throat bob. You finally got off of him, looking down proudly to examine your work. Clothes wrinkled, skin wet and shiny, chest heaving and bruised. He glared at you, wiping a trail of saliva from his chin. Who was he angry at, you or himself? How could he let himself become your toy?
"How do you feel?" you asked.
"Leave."
Without another word, you grabbed your things and left. Noritoshi sat there with his dress shirt hanging from his elbows, trying to slow his heartbeat and calm his thoughts. He touched the part of his throat you had licked, the cold saliva starting to dry. You wouldn't tell people about this, would you? You at least respected his wishes enough not to leave a hickey.
Just what sort of game were you playing? Did you feel the same? How would he interact with you in class tomorrow? From then on? Even worse, was he not the only one?
Noritoshi settled to ignore you, or at least, interact with you as little as possible. You were still desk neighbors, so he would try to act as he usually did.
But planning something and following through are separate processes. Ever since that evening he could not stop thinking of you, losing sleep while repeating the words you whispered in his head. He soon got hard again and attempted to handle it himself, creating an unsatisfying mess and a feeling of emptiness.
He arrived to class like usual the next day, holding his breath as you entered afterwards with your friends and took your seat next to him. No one took notice of your lack of interaction. He was unable to pay attention for the entirety of the lesson, anxious that you'd pull some move. Was he hallucinating, or were you staring at him in the corner of his eye? Were you throwing glances at him? Smirking at him? Or was he reading too much into it?
You held your pen straight over the table, sliding your hand down absentmindedly before flipping it over to repeat the move from the top. It was on purpose. It had to be. You would even brush your thumb over the pen opening. His pants were getting tight as he became hypnotized by the movements, imagining something else in your hand. Then you clicked the pen and the cartridge popped out, allowing you to write the next of the notes. The sound snapped Noritoshi back to reality. He clenched his fist and tried to focus on the lesson.
Although he resigned to never indulge in such things again, he ended up going back on his word. The pictures you took back then were still on his phone and the fact that he had masturbated to them on several occasions would die with him. And then one day, when he had forgotten to lock his dorm door before such an occasion, you waltzed in and caught him. Luckily, he shut his phone before you could see the pictures, but he was still exposed for you to look up and down.
"Just came by to check up on you since it's been a few days." Your narrowed eyes fell down to his half-naked body. "I see you're doing well."
You locked the door behind you, never breaking eye contact as you lowered yourself by his side. Noritoshi didn't respond, only glowering guiltily. You admired his body. The bruise on his nipple was beginning to fade and his skin looked as smooth as ever.
"Is it because of me?" you teased.
"Just get on with it."
Every time, he told himself it would be the last, that he'd stop and get a grip on his emotions. But every time, you smiled and kept him wishing for more. You came by his room more often just to get him off. He tried to wrap his head around why when you gained next to nothing from it. You never asked him to satisfy you in return, nor did you blackmail him. He wanted to offer to pleasure you but feared it would drive you away.
All he knew was that something about his fucked out face had you mesmerized. You always looked at his face when you were pleasuring him. Even when your mouth was drinking his dick dry, your eyes would be glued to his, the curl of your smile around him sending shockwaves up his body. Was it the rare show of weakness? The idea of getting back at him? Did seeing someone as poised and dignified as he falling apart in your hands amuse you? Did it give you a power trip?
"It's almost twenty minutes now. That's a new record. Trying to keep me here?" He wanted to be with you for a little longer, whether or not you were touching him.
"Are you close? You're holding my wrist really tightly." There were rings on your skin where he had grabbed. It was the closest he could get to marking you.
"Does hearing me talk get you off?" Sometimes when you whispered close to his face, he could feel your soft lips brushing his skin.
Those lips of yours, the bane of his existence. So close but unreachable, having kissed his cock but never his mouth. From his hips to his collarbone was a trail of hickeys. You always stopped before his neck, before his lips. He wondered regretfully if it was because he asked you to stop there on the first day.
Noritoshi wondered if you noticed how longingly he stared at your lips, hoping that someday you'd see him as more than a doll to play with. He wanted to touch you, to see more of your expressions, to feel like he was the only one in your heart. It was a lot to ask for given how poorly he treated you in public. He could only blame himself for pining after someone like you.
He had taken to fantasizing about more intimate things during your times together. With his eyes shut tight and your hand stroking him, he'd picture himself holding you close with his fingers tangled in your hair as you came together. Although he never knew himself to be the sentimental type, it helped fill the gap.
But during one particular meeting, you had edged him too far. This combined with his idealizations caused him to bury his head in your shoulder. Through knitted brows and a strained voice, he groaned in a higher tone than usual and your smile faded as your given name fell from his lips in a series of breathless moans.
You finished him off but didn't lick him clean like usual. Instead, you wiped your hand dry and promptly left. Hearing him say your name so intensely struck you in a way you didn't understand. You needed to think over it.
Noritoshi gazed at your back as you left. Had he done something wrong to drive you away? That was a rhetorical question. Anyone could tell. It was enough of a sign for him that you didn't see anything but lust in these exchanges. Now that he had shown a yearning for something more, you had decided to pull away before things went too far.
A week passed without your evening visits. There was an unspoken agreement in the daytime not to make any mention of your meetings and no matter how much the questions begged to escape him, he did not utter them. The two of you still interacted normally during class, although neither of you could help being a bit harsher with the retorts.
"How did you know I was passing notes? Were you staring? Got a crush or me or something?" You knew what you were saying. Your friends were none the wiser.
"Hmph. As if I'd have such low standards. It's not hard to spot you passing notes when you're so obvious." He felt as if you were faking your smile this time. Were you testing him?
It wasn't long before you visited his room again. Neither of you had said anything specific about confronting one another, but you both knew why you were here. You sat down by the coffee table like usual, right next to him.
"You've been especially talkative recently," you murmured, turning to face Noritoshi. "Why so quiet now?"
"You haven't visited in a while," he stated flatly. "Why the sudden return?" He didn't answer your question.
"Hm? Miss me?" You smirked and crawled closer, urging him to shuffle back towards the wall. You were a bit surprised he moved away.
You had been confused about how you felt throughout the whole arrangement, thinking you were just taking advantage of a stuck-up classmate's repressed lust to entertain yourself. But over time, after seeing his debauched expressions and hearing his breathy moans, after catching him playing with the dorm cat when he thought no one was looking, after hearing him talk about things he liked, you began to feel differently. And when he moaned your name so intimately, you realized you needed to leave before your feelings became too complicated.
But now you were back to test your theories. You weren't sure what these theories were specifically, but you felt that the answers were in Noritoshi.
Noritoshi, whose breath caught in his throat as you trapped him sitting against the wall. Noritoshi, whose heartbeat skyrocketed when you made a seat on his lap and straddled him, looking down as you placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned the other on the wall beside his head.
"Come on, answer the question," you whispered, eyes half-lidded and gazing at his lips. This was the closest your lips had ever been to his. "You always answer questions in class."
His throat bobbed, feeling your nose brush against his and your soft breath on his skin. You were so close. You could be closer. Was it really going to happen? He shut his eyes and leaned forward to close the distance.
You suddenly tilted your head away and grinned maliciously. Not feeling anything on his lips, Noritoshi opened his eyes and looked at you confused.
"What, did you really think I was going to kiss you?"
He gasped and your smile disappeared at his hurt reaction. Before you could move, Noritoshi whipped his arm around your head, grasping your hair between his fingers and slamming your lips onto his. His other hand grabbed your waist, holding your stiffening body flush against his, digging his fingers into you as if afraid you'd slip away. He couldn't take the teasing anymore. If after this, you left him forever, then so be it. As long as he has a memory to replay, he's satisfied.
Your vision was blurry and your face heated up more than you thought possible. His brows were furrowed and his kiss was desperate, a fantasy he'd been holding in the back of his mind since the beginning. Your hands gripped his pristine shirt in a panic and you were unable to free yourself. Noritoshi slid his hand from your waist to your tensed one. He finally pulled away from the kiss, leaving you breathless and flustered, and pressed your foreheads together.
He cupped your hand and folded it into a fist against his chest. "If you want me to stop, then hit me," he muttered against your lips, repeating the phrase you had said long ago. "Because I don't want to stop."
Neither of you had the guts to look into the other's eyes, only staring at the lips. For once, there were expressions on the other that you both were too embarrassed to admire. When you didn't respond, he took a deep breath and pressed his lips into yours again. He tilted his head to kiss you deeper, letting go of your hand to caress the side of your face. The second his palm met your cheek, your hands loosened their hold on his shirt.
Noritoshi's tongue worked into your mouth as he breathed sharply through his nose. He could feel you melting into the kiss, going limp-bodied and shyly moving your tongue along with his. Your eyes were closed and you were warm. Excited that you were reciprocating, Noritoshi's hand returned to your waist, hiking you further into his hold. You responded by wrapping an arm over his shoulder to grip his hair in the same way he did yours.
He was holding you tight, kissing you deeply, trailing his lips along your jaw, running his fingers through your hair, taking your hand, gazing at you so lovingly. You couldn't help but be the flustered one, panting and wanting more. The heat was growing between two pairs of legs, but you only cared about holding each other and muttering sweet words against each other's lips. Noritoshi was smiling. You never knew he could smile so softly, or that you would be the one he was smiling at.