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Asahi purses his lips and throws his hand up into a thumbs up pose, matching Noya's as they pose for a selfie, the great pyramid towering behind them.
"Should we take a nice one?" Asahi laughs, looking at how ridiculous they look in the photo he just snapped.
"Absolutely not! One and done Asahi!" Noya slapped him on the back, just this side of too hard, but Asahi is used to it by now. They've been friends for too many years at this point for anything to really surprise him.
They'd been exploring North Africa together for about a week now, riding in desert dune buggies, seeing sights like Petra in Jordan and wrapping up their week in the desert heat with the Pyramids in Egypt. Tomorrow they would be leaving Cairo for the second half of their two weeks together - that's all Asahi could spare off work, but it was worth it to see his globe-trotting best friend for the first time in much too long. Speaking of their second week,
"Noya, you're sure it's okay that we're heading all the way to Germany after this? It's not going to throw off your plans?" Asahi asked again as the two made their way back into Cairo.
"Asahi, my tall tall friend," Noya starts, "that is the whole point of this! No plans!!! Besides, I haven't made my way into the western parts of Europe at all so far and what bisexual traveller DOESN'T want to go to Berlin???" This is true, Asahi supposes, Noya had travelled all through central and south east Asia, the Balkans, and North Africa so far - he might have gone down to Australia for a bit as well if Asahi remembers correctly. So Berlin would still be new for him, thankfully.
"Okay fine fine, you know I just need some reassurance still," Asahi laughs lightheartedly, this sort of thing would have made him break out in a cold sweat a few years ago but after moving to Tokyo and pursuing fashion with some very... open-minded and opinionated people... He's been a lot better about asking for what he needs and expressing his concerns. Noya makes it a lot easier too. "I'm really excited to see Natori too! For you two to meet, he was my best friend in fashion school."
"You wound me Asahi! You know I'm going to need to fight him for the honour of being your one true best friend." Noya exclaims dramatically, hands covering the invisible wound over his heart as he doubles himself over with the theatrics of it all. Asahi laughs as hard as he always does when Noya is around, it's been nice to be reminded of how light he feels around his best friend. Their relationship hasn't changed at all since Noya's been away which, Asahi thinks, is a good thing. For the most part. If Asahi is being honest with himself, he was hoping for a bit of absence making the heart grow fonder - just a tiny bit of movie magic for his heart that has been quietly pining for his best friend since he was a teenager but the same old same old will do just fine. Not everybody was deserving of movie magic, after all.
The flight was a little bit long and a little bit expensive but they made it to Berlin in one piece, finding their airbnb in Kreuzberg somewhat easily. They were just a few minute walk from the studio that Natori worked out of and right in the middle of one of the coolest neighbourhoods that Berlin had to offer. But other than a place to stay, the two left their Berlin plans up to Natori, as he had lived there for a year already and was more than happy to show the two around to all of the best sights, and to plenty of underground spots they wouldn't have been able to find themselves.
"So... you boys ready to get your dicks wet tonight?" Natori asked, out of the blue while they were all enjoying a beer outside the local spatkauf, and Asahi sputtered around the glass bottle between his lips. "Oh don't be such a prude Asahi, don't think I never saw all those little twinks falling all over themselves to get a hand on you in school!"
"Asahi! What am I hearing!!!!" Noya laughs hysterically, wiping the beer that spilled down his chin in his surprise. Asahi turns bright red,
"I! I didn't! I mean.. well.. Ah! Shut up!" Asahi manages to get out, weakly slapping Natori on the arm before composing himself enough to reluctantly say "what kind of hedonistic plans do you have for us Natori?"
"I am THOROUGHLY intrigued, Natori-san," Noya encourages.
"Well, it's not a trip to Berlin unless we go to a seedy underground sex club, now is it? Last I checked, we don't have too many of those in Japan. So I've got to expose you two to the thick bass and even thicker-"
"Natori!!!" Asahi cuts him off before he can get too embarrassed to move, Noya laughing uncontrollably now,
"So tonight, you said?" Noya asks excitedly.
"You bet! Now you two get back to your airbnb, take a nap, and take a very long, very thorough shower. We won't meet at my place to pre-game until like... 11? Sound good?"
"We won't start pre-gaming until 11??? That's so late!" Asahi exclaims, hell he can barely stay up past 10.
"Asahi," Noya places a hand on his arm gently, "the best clubs here don't even open until after 1am, we're not getting home until 11am tomorrow - right Natori-san?"
"You've got it my little friend! Don't worry, I'll get some goods so we can keep up all night, don't you worry your little man-bun Asahi." and with that, Natori said his goodbyes and left Asahi with a quizzical look on his face.
"Goods?" He asks Noya once they're walking back to their airbnb, a couple more beers in hand from the spatkauf.
"Drugs, Asahi." Noya laughs, "Speed probably, if I had to assume? But maybe some psychedelics too, probably something else fun!" he says nonchalantly, as if Asahi doesn't live in Japan where you can be thrown in jail for possession of marijuana. Asahi attempts to keep his nerves to himself but obviously Noya sees right through him, "you don't have to do them Asahi, I won't do anything besides drinking and maybe some speed to keep myself awake and I'll be right there with you the whole time, I promise." and his eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles up at Asahi. Asahi takes the moment to let himself feel some little things he doesn't normally allow himself in Noya's presence - just little treats for himself here and there so he doesn't get too greedy with the attention he gets from his best friend.
Asahi reaches a big arm out and around Noya's slim shoulders and brings him into a bruising side hug as the two still attempt to walk towards their place. Noya makes some disgruntled noise that Asahi ignores, rather focusing on the heat of the small man at his side and letting that warmth fill him up and push his anxieties out, spilling from his ears like thin smoke until all he can feel is excitement for the night to come.
After a long nap, some dinner, and a couple of beers each, Asahi and Noya start getting ready to meet up with Natori and his friends. Both go with all black, it's Berlin of course, they know the dress code. Too tight black jeans, clunky black combat boots, and a tight (TIGHT) black t-shirt for Asahi. With a similar look, but with leather pants and a tight fishnet crop top for Noya, his nipples sticking out perfectly from the holes. They're both decked out in chains, smokey eye makeup (expertly applied by Asahi to both of their faces) and a few rings adorning their fingers and they're good to go. Asahi had to hide his flush after seeing Noya come out in the skimpy top and extremely low rise leather pants, covering the strangled noise in his throat with a cough.
"Ugh Noya can't I just wear my hair up?" Asahi moans as they finish up to leave, "It's going to get so hot."
"That, Asahi, is the exact reason why you need to leave it down. It's going to be SO hot." The smaller man says matter-of-factly, smirking as he sees a pink blush creep across Asahi's cheeks - he was too good at doing that.
"That's easy for you to say, your hair isn't going to be stuck to your neck with sweat within ten minutes of getting in the door!" Noya's hair was styled in it's signature spiked up look, never having grown out of the style since high school and if it ain't broke, don't fix it, right?
"Some things you have to sacrifice for fashion Asahi! Don't you want more 'little twinks' falling all over themselves to get a piece of you?" Noya winks as he finishes his sentence, waggling his eyebrows suggestively to turn Asahi even more red.
"N-Noya!" Asahi splutters, "I'm gonna kill Natori..." he grumbles, lacing up his shoes and ushering Noya out the door of the airbnb, definitely not thinking about the one twink who he'd like all over him tonight instead.
The two make their way to Natori's flat where his friends from Berlin awaited - luckily, most of them could get by with English (Asahi being the weakest in it but definitely having improved from working in fashion in Tokyo). They drank enough to get a good buzz going before heading to the club, learning that the bouncer can be extremely stingy if you show up too drunk - especially if they read you as a tourist. But once you were in, you could stay as long as you liked.
"That's why we brought enough speed for all of us, so we don't have to leave for a while! I think Niki has some K and LSD too if either of you are interested." Natori says to Asahi and Noya on their walk to the club. It's nearing 1am already and Asahi is eternally grateful that Natori told him and Noya to nap.
"I've also got poppers for you bottoms!!!" Niki yells excitedly from the back of their little group, waggling two little yellow and red bottles in both hands.
"Poppers?" Asahi leans down to Noya and whispers in Japanese, "Is it like an energy drink?" He spotted the name 'super rush' on the yellow bottle and a few lightning bolts so surely?
"Ah, Asahi you're being a bad gay right now!" Noya whispers back in Japanese, to save Asahi the embarrassment, "you sniff them, it gives you a mad head rush and helps you relax to get fucked - tops use it too but bottom's deeeefinitely feel the benefits. It's like an aphrodisiac and muscle relaxant. It's pretty great to get your ass loosened up!" and Asahi is left dumbstruck with how Noya can just casually talk about this sort of thing. Asahi's eyes dart back and forth hoping nobody heard the exchange, but in Japanese it was a pretty safe bet that Noya's candid description was just between them.
With his initial embarrassment washed away though, Asahi's mind wanders to a scenario where Noya would have needed to sniff poppers... Too deep in a tipsy fantasy of Noya on all fours in a dark room, a faceless man pounding him relentlessly, Asahi almost trips and falls face first into the sidewalk.
"Watch yourself big guy!" One of Natori's other German friends catches him before he can knock himself clean out, "Can't have you out of the game right when we get to the club!" He says, pointing just a few metres ahead to a small line outside of a plain black box of a building.
"Here's the place boys! Just follow our lead and we'll get in just fine. Asahi definitely looks the part right now anyways, they might even ask you to man the door - you are looking ripped my friend, if I haven't said it already." Natori prattles on while they get in line,
"You have Natori, at least three times now..." Asahi laughs a bit awkwardly, a bit embarrassed by the attention but this was pretty par for the course for Natori back in fashion school.
"You do look firm as hell Asahi," Noya says as he reaches out both hands to squeeze Asahi's pecs, "Yep, definitely firm as hell." He winks again and Asahi curls in on himself, blushing like crazy,
"Noya!!!" Asahi stutters, louder than normal because that was... Well that wasn't exactly normal Noya behaviour. He must be pretty drunk already, surely.
"IDs boys!" Natori interrupts as they get to the front of the line, the bouncer grunts and looks them each up and down before handing IDs back and waving them into a dark hallway, the bass of the music that was thrumming through the sidewalk from outside now caging them in on all sides and getting louder and louder as they shuffle forward into the club.
It was dark. Darker than Asahi imagined it would be, he could barely make out the floor beneath him - let alone his friends who were dressed in all black as well. He occasionally caught a flashing light reflecting off of the pale expanse of Noya's back as the smaller man walked in front of him. Asahi reached out for Noya's hand and barely got a glimpse of a crooked smile as Noya flashed it back at him - both following Natori to God knows where inside this club.
It was huge inside, they walked out onto a mezzanine that wrapped around the entire square room with drink bars on all four walls and railings that looked down onto a dedicated dance floor where most of the light was flashing from. The DJ was down there, spinning some nonsensical hard techno that was already making Asahi dizzy. It's not like he never partied, it's just that this was a lot different than any club he'd been to back home. The club had a third floor as well, another balcony wrapped floor that went around the inside of the square building - it looked like there were a lot of curtains? Hung up there. They shimmered and looked as if they were made of black latex. Asahi could see a few couches scattered around upstairs and, oh. Oh dear. That definitely looked like a flash of a pale, half naked body, being thrust into the railings by a taller pale body wearing a thick black chest harness. Yep. There were people having sex up there and Asahi could not tear his eyes away.
"Oh, yeah that happens on the third floor. I think there are some doors up there too that lead to some more... private... rooms, but you've gotta know a guy. Pretty fun hey?" Natori whisper/yells in Asahi's ear, snapping him out of his voyeuristic gaze. "Let's get you a drink my friend!" and Asahi can see Noya smirking at him as he takes his hand once more, squeezing it just a bit too hard, and follows Natori to the bar.
While Natori and his friends make their way down the dancefloor, Asahi makes a move to follow them before he is pulled back and to the side of the second floor railing by Noya.
"Should we follow them?" Asahi says, confused. He's feeling so out of his element and panicking a bit, he thought they should stick by Natori's side?? Right??
"Let's take a breather big guy," Noya says, giving Asahi's arm a light squeeze before taking a big swig of whatever drink Natori put in his hand, "I know this isn't your scene, thanks for coming along anyways. We're gonna have fun, yeah?" Noya gives a soft smile that Asahi catches in the dim light. It makes his heart swell, he doesn't usually let himself get this drunk around Noya - always nervous he will let his guard slip. But tonight seems like a good a night as any to get shitfaced on... multiple substances... When in Berlin, right? Regardless, the fact that Noya is still thinking about his comfort is doing things to him he wished he could ignore.
"Thanks Noya, honestly it's not as bad as I thought. The musics kinda fun too, don't you think?" and Asahi mimics Noya, throwing his drink back too before placing it on the small round table that happened to be behind him. Noya nods his affirmative,
"Definitely! Okay, ready to find Natori so we can all dance and... Maybe do some speed so we can keep dancing?" he asks expectantly, and Asahi thinks that Noya thinks he's going to say no. But not tonight! This is his big gay night out in Berlin, Asahi is feeling more ready now than he was just a few moments ago. He grabs Noya's drink from the younger man's hand and downs that too before shooting Noya as mischievous a grin as he can muster before grabbing his hand,
"What are we waiting for?" and that's why they call it liquid courage.
Asahi has a lot more drinks in his system, and a moderate amount more drugs in his system than he did when they walked in the door. He has no idea how long ago that was or what time it is now, but the vibe inside the dark, oppressing club doesn't ever shift or let up, and Asahi is having fun. Asahi and Noya are taking turns dancing with Natori and his friends, a few of them are now shirtless and making out with one another - knees between legs, hands between bodies to tweak the other's nipples as they swap spit and sway to the jarring beat. Other men are coming and going, dancing their way between the group of friends, someone has their tongue in Natori's ear while another person is nearby with his hands groping down Natori's stomach.
Asahi and Noya look at each other a little laughing, wide-eyed from a mix of surprise and the drugs coursing through their systems before the raucous crowd bumps them a little closer to one another. Someone tall tries to come up behind Noya and wrap his arm around his slim torso, hand snaking it's way to his crotch before Noya rushes himself forward into Asahi's chest. Noya isn't a prude by any means but Asahi could see the flash of fear and disgust in his eyes before he moved. Asahi wrapped his arm around Noya's neck, effectively using his huge forearm to muscle the guy behind Noya off. The nameless man moved away easily, onto find a willing recipient. Asahi grins to himself, he doesn't often use his strength and size to his advantage but he is feeling boastful as all hell right now when it paid off.
But now Asahi was left with an armful of Nishinoya pressed up against his chest, so close that Asahi could feel his wet breath mix with the sweat that was making his tight tshirt stick to him even more. Asahi's body never stopped swaying to the incessant beat throughout that seconds long encounter and now Noya was going along with it easily. As much as Asahi should be panicking right now, the object of his years and years of pining, pressed close to his chest in a club surrounded by other men kissing and fondling one another - its a wet dream come true... but somehow he's not. Is it the alcohol? The drugs? Whatever the reason may be, Asahi hasn't felt this confident around Noya ever before in his life. He keeps swaying.
That is, until Noya moves on from being a momentarily timid creature, protected by Asahi's embrace, and gets bolder. Gets back to himself, really. Small hands snake their way around Asahi's body and dip into the impossibly tight back pockets of Asahi's jeans, giving a firm squeeze before he pulls back just enough to gauge the reaction on Asahi's face.
Asahi can see the toothy grin pull across Noya's face almost in slow motion, he feels the small hands gripping his ass and following along in their dirty sway to the rough beat, and Asahi watches through the strobe as his own hands move of their own accord down to Noya's waist to tug him closer until their hips are pressed flush. He can see Noya's eyes darken in the already impossibly dark room, and Asahi, with all of his self control and common sense being immediately thrown out the proverbial window, leans down... Inching closer and closer to Noya's face, sees his eyes close and his lips begin to form some semblance of a purse, before Asahi's own eyes shut and their lips meet.
Open mouths work against one another, the feeling hot and numb at the same time, both dulled and electrified simultaneously. Hips pressing desperately forward. Asahi brings a hand up tentatively between their bodies, hesitating just slightly before Noya grabs it to complete it's journey - slamming Asahi's huge palm onto his peck, silently begging him to mimic the strangers around them and tug mercilessly on his nipples. Noya moans hot and loud into Asahi's mouth and although he can't hear it, the vibrations flow through him - overpowering the thick bass thrumming through his body.
Asahi can barely fucking breath. This doesn't feel real. His head is in the clouds from the drugs, the sleep deprivation, the music, and from Noya. The bass is pumping and all Asahi can think, with every beat, is Noya Noya Noya, fucking Noya.
Noya rips his mouth away after an imperceptible amount of time (seconds? minutes?) and tugs Asahi down to his level by the front of his shirt. Asahi pants, he thinks he can feel himself groan at the loss but he has no idea anymore, can barely hear his one-track mind think at this point.
"Let's go to the third floor Asahi." Noya whispers huskily, directly in his ear. The third floor. The third- oh fuck. Visions of the man being fucked against the railing burst forth into Asahi's mind. If he couldn't think before he certainly can't now. Can he really fuck Noya? Before he can even answer his own question, Noya interrupts the thought,
"We can talk more up there I just. I need you to myself right now." and the younger man sounds so so painfully desperate that all Asahi can do in the moment is pull back, look him in the eyes, and nod dumbly. Noya thankfully, and as usual, takes the initiative and yanks Asahi by his hand up the nearby stairs - leading their way to the third floor.
The music fades just slightly as they make their way up the stairs to the third floor. The bass is still thrumming through their veins but it's muted almost - like hearing it through water, or maybe that's just Asahi's anxiety blurring his senses with each step further into the unknown. Is it anxiety or is it need? Nerves or excitement? It's impossible to decipher.
The third floor is indeed covered with latex curtains, hanging to create small pockets of relative "privacy" but most are haphazardly thrown open and rendered useless. A variety of leather couches are strewn about in a bit more organized fashion, plenty now occupied by men in various states of undress at various stages of their activities. Asahi stares as they walk by a large shirtless man on his knees, a black leather collar around his neck connected to a thick metal chain being held by a slim man sitting on the couch. The seated man's cock is out, stroking it in front of the kneeling man's face. Asahi is yanked along. Passed more men on their knees, passed swaths of exposed skin lit up by the club's flashing lights, passed men with cocks in their mouths, in their asses, in their hands, in multiple people's hands. Asahi feels all the blood in his head rush south. He couldn't say no to Noya now even if he tried.
Noya pulls Asahi along until they get to one of the four corners of the third floor, he turns him and pushes him to the couch by two firm hands on his pecs. Asahi falls back with a thump and his vision narrows to just Noya. Noya who now stands in front of him, already unbuttoning his tight leather pants, pulling the zipper down before he straddles Asahi's waist.
"I'm sorry," he pants directly in Asahi's ear, "I've waited too long to have you Asahi, please." and he rolls his hips down in a rough, dirty grind, and Asahi throws his head back against the wall,
"fuck, Noya, I-" he groans, the sound cut off by a tongue being shoved between his lips, "you gotta tell me this isn't the alcohol, or the drugs, nngh- please." and it takes all of Asahi's strength to bring his hands to Noya's hips to stop him from moving.
"Ugh!" Noya groans frustrated, fisting his hands in Asahi's t-shirt as he pants in his ear again, "It's part of it, but I've liked you for so long Asahi. I didn't want the first time to be like this but now that we're here I- fuck, I can't walk out of here without you fucking me first. I'll confess properly tomorrow okay?" and that's all of the convincing Asahi needs in his current state. He brings his hands around to grip Noya's ass when he feels something bulging in the back pocket,
"What's-?"
"Ah! Fuck yeah, Niki that fucking genius," Noya laughs, looking a little crazed as he pulls the small yellow and red bottle from his pocket along with a little foil packet of lube and waggles it in front of Asahi's face, "I'm gonna need this." He grins mischievously down at Asahi, placing the bottle and packet next to them on the couch, "Less talking, more fucking Asahi. C'mon babe." and Asahi's groan is caught by Noya's lips as they welcome each other into their mouths once more.
Asahi feels Noya's sweaty palms make their way to his pecs, squeezing them roughly as he tongues messily at Asahi's mouth, leaving a damp burning trail in their wake and not wasting any time before making a break for the button of Asahi's jeans. Noya busts open the button and yanks the zipper down unceremoniously, both hands diving in as best they can to get their heat on Asahi's. He's hard, so achingly fucking hard in his pants, and the relief of his best friend's hands wrapped around him through his underwear is an extremely welcome sensation.
"Noya, fuckkk- stand up for a sec," he yell/whispers in Noya's ear, trying to at least be a little useful in this scenario. Noya jumps off and immediately goes for his own pants, kicking his boots off somewhere nearby - uncaring of his socked feet on the sticky ground as he shoves his tight leather pants down and off his legs, left in nothing but a fucking jock strap and black socks. Asahi's hands pause on their own journey to simply pull his own cock out when he sees that Noya is absolutely wearing assless underwear. He swears he doesn't drool when Noya catches his stare and does a slow twirl, turning 180 degrees and bending to wrap his hands around his ankles - showing Asahi the sparse dark hair between his crack and his beautiful fucking hole. What the hell is happening? Asahi must have really faceplanted back on the sidewalk and knocked himself out because this can't be fucking real.
With his jaw still on the floor, Asahi fumbles with his cock to pull it out of the confines of his pants, shimmying them down just enough that the zipper isn't digging into him, before reaching out and yanking Noya, who is still bent in half and shimmying his tight ass menacingly, back to him by the hips.
"What the fuck Noya," Asahi rasps in his ears, Noya's bare ass now grinding on his bare cock in the dark corners of the club, "how are you- what the fuck." and he resorts to mouthing hotly at Noya's neck before embarrassing himself with words any longer, his stubble dragging along the younger man's neck.
"I was hopeful, sue me!" Noya's laugh morphs into a moan when Asahi's cock catches on his rim, he turns himself around clumsily on Asahi's lap and kisses him hard once more. Their mouths both dry and chapped from hours of drugs and drinks and dancing, but they swap what spit they do have while they grind against each other in a way that nobody watching could call romantic. Their lips part momentarily and Asahi feels Noya's weight shift sideways just slightly as he leans over to search for something, Asahi keeps himself busy by rolling Noya's nipple in between his fingers with one hand, while the other hand finally wraps itself around his best friend’s smaller dick.
Noya's cock isn't tiny, but in Asahi's huge palm it sure looks like it, and Asahi would be lying if he didn't admit to himself that he always imagined it pretty and small like this. Noya's body twitches violently when Asahi strokes him, almost falling fully to the side - somehow managing to right himself, this time with the yellow and red bottle and the foil packet back in his hands. Noya rips open the foil with his teeth before dribbling its contents on his hand. He wraps said hand around Asahi's cock and gives it a few pumps and Asahi can barely choke out a moan before it's gone - now presumably rubbing the lube inside Noya's beautiful little hole. The empty foil is thrown somewhere that Asahi doesn't care to find, he just focuses on rubbing his wet cock against Noya's entrance while the younger man busies himself again with the yellow and red bottle.
Noya plants another messy kiss on Asahi's lips while he twists the cap off before pulling back from Asahi and wafting the bottle under his own nose. Asahi sees his half naked best friend breathe deeply, sees his eyes roll back in his head and his eyelids flutter, looking like pure sex and ecstasy writhing on his lap, before he gives his head a shake and places the open bottle on the back of the couch. Asahi is too enthralled in whatever the poppers just did to Noya that he barely recognizes the small hand on his shoulder, and the other reaching below until it's wrapped around his cock, angling it to push right into his tight wet heat.
Noya doesn't stop until Asahi is fully seated within him,
"Want to try, Asahi?" Noya pants into his friends cheek, mouth open, rubbing his smooth face against Asahi's stubble while he rocks his hips slightly. He reaches to grab the poppers once more and Asahi's eyes grow wide - does he want to try? Noya looked like pure sex when he sniffed from the bottle, and Asahi quickly decides that at this point? He wants to join him. He nods dumbly, probably too enthusiastically, and Noya smiles and brings the bottle under Asahi's nose, "deep breath in baby." and Asahi follows his instructions, eyes closing as he does, then Noya brings the bottle to himself for another small sniff.
Asahi's mind goes blank for a split second as he inhales, the smell isn't all that pleasant and for a half second nothing happens. And then, like a punch to the gut, his head is filled with cotton and his cock throbs, he can feel a vice-like squeeze inside Noya and he can't hold back any longer. He's thankful that Noya managed to put the bottle down a second before he white-knuckles the smaller man's hips and starts thrusting into him like it's his job.
Noya pitches forward, elbows on the couch back behind Asahi's head, his spiky hair tickling the side of Asahi's face as he moans wetly into his ear, tongue frantically working over the shell of it in his fucked out haze. Asahi doesn't let up, neither knows how much time has passed but Asahi keeps going. Thoughts of every wet dream he ever had in high school rush through his head, every time he's ever jerked off to the guilty thought of having his friend speared on his dick replaying in his mind as he thrusts. He pushes all guilt and shame out of his body and the drugs just let him savour every single sensation.
The initial rush is steadily becoming less extreme as he fucks and fucks and fucks but the tightness around his cock - knowing that it's Noya wrapped so tightly around him - keeps him on his high for longer than any drug could ever. Asahi's feet are planted firmly on the ground and his thighs are starting to burn, pressing as far up as hard as he can and giving Noya no reprieve. The younger man lets him in so easily. Asahi can't help but think that Noya was made for this.
Asahi can vaguely make out a few passersby taking them in, he can hear the thump thump thump of the bass still but it's translated into the hearbeat he can only feel in his cock, and the thump thump thump he knows their skin slapping against one another is making instead. He doesn't care. He doesn't care about anything besides Noya on his lap and in his ear,
"Asahi, fuck- Nnngh, baby, so fucking good. Like that baby, just like that Asahi, give it me- fuuuuck" and on and on and on.
"Take it, fucking- ughh, so beautiful Noya, so good. So fucking nnghh- tight, so tight" Asahi rambles back - can Noya even hear him? It doesn't matter because Noya pulls his head back, smiling and fuck drunk as he's bobbed up and down on Asahi's cock and drooling, the image burned into Asahi's brain as the most lewd thing he has ever seen.
Noya manages to somehow lean in, both hands now in Asahi's sweat-mussed hair as he kisses him sweetly, Asahi slows down just a bit into more of a dirty grind to finally accomodate. Noya moans into his mouth, tongue searching for any and all contact and Asahi runs his tongue along Noya's sharp canines, back to his molars, and kisses him as deep as he can.
"I'm, ah-fuck I'm close Asahi, touch me, please!" Noya begs between breaths when he can get them, taking one of his own hands to where Asahi's are resting on his hips. He pulls one away and wraps it around his small cock, jerking Asahi's hand with his own to pump him towards his climax. "Please, please, please, fuuuckkk"
"I've got you Noya, I've got you love," Asahi says, frantically searching for his own end, thrusting into Noya as much as his exhausted legs will let him, feeling Noya's slick cock slide against his palm, the younger man's thighs shaking around his own, and then the world goes quiet. Noya's head is thrown back, wet spunk coats Asahi's hand, a heat different than the one burning in his aching thighs rips through him and he pulls Noya's weak, spent body down onto his cock one final time. The music is gone, the room is bright, all he can see is Noya's face of pure pleasure as if he were a fucking angel. And then everything snaps back into focus and the bass and darkness flood back as Noya collapses against his chest.
Asahi brings his clean hand up to pet at Noya's hair, their chests heaving against one another, silence taking over them as they get their heads on straight again.
"I told you I'd confess properly tomorrow, ha, and I promise I will... But please just, just take me home now Asahi, please," Noya pants into his ear, a smile evident in his voice.
"Yeah, let's get you covered up and get home to bed love. Get some water in you." Asahi replies affectionately, nudging Noya's head off his shoulder before placing his clean hand on the younger man's face. He wipes a few drops of sweat off his brow before cupping his cheek and pulling him in for their most chaste kiss of the night before pulling back and smiling warmly.
They try their best to get Noya comfortably back into his leather pants, but being covered in sweat with cum dripping down his legs doesn't make it an easy task. They laugh and laugh and laugh because if they didn't, Asahi would surely have a fucking conniption from thinking too much about what they just fucking did. Who was he?!!! If he was being honest with himself, Asahi was a little proud of himself - but no one needed to know.
With bits all tucked away, and a small yellow and red bottle now safely stored in Asahi's jean pocket, the two make their way down to the second floor and out of the club. Both are surprised to see the sun already risen, shielding their eyes as they stumble out onto the sidewalk and shuffle their way back to the airbnb.
After a warm shower and a very long and very naked rest in Asahi's bed at the airbnb, the two share a morning (late afternoon) filled with hungover kisses and traded confessions.
Young love. What a rush, hey?