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The crowd sent up a cheer that shook the live house. Akito and Toya stood on stage side by side, sweating and breathing hard and smiling wide, as the crowd applauded their performance.
"Thank you!" Akito said into the mic. "We'll be back next week with our group, Vivid BAD SQUAD! Please show us your support!"
The crowd cheered again, and the pair walked off stage with friendly waves as the MC took over. The moment they reached the wings, Akito scooped his arm around Toya, pulling him down to his level.
"You absolutely crushed it tonight, you bastard!" Akito said, ruffling his hair. "I don't know how you keep getting better and better. You're insane!" He leaned forward and planted a kiss in Toya's hair. Toya's scalp tingled, sparks spreading across his skin.
Toya exhaled a little laugh. "I didn't feel like it was that much better than usual."
"Are you kidding, man?" Akito released him. "I've never heard you have that much power all the way up there. Looks like I won't have to take all the high parts anymore."
Toya felt warmth spreading through his chest. He'd been chipping away hard at his higher register, practicing a healthy mix, and Akito, the amazing singer he was, had noticed. What a nice feeling.
He cast a glance over at his partner. If Akito did it, he could...
He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss on the side of Akito's head. "You did well, too."
Akito smiled and ducked away from Toya, muttering, "Thanks."
"There aren't results to wait for this time," Toya mused. "Do you want to sit in the crowd and watch the others, or...?"
"I'm kind of beat," Akito admitted. "I went a bit overboard on prep for this one. I feel like I've been awake for days. You can stay if you want to, though."
"No, I was thinking the same thing. Shall we head home?"
"Sounds good."
Toya was happy to have such a close friend.
He'd never met anyone like Akito before, but he was so thankful that he had. Someone he could tell anything to, someone who tried to earnestly understand him and help solve his problems. He'd never felt like he had someone so firmly in his corner before, not even his own parents, and it made him happy. So happy that his stomach flipped whenever he looked at Akito. He didn't know what he'd do, where he'd be without his best friend. He wanted to spend all his time with him, to impress him again. To impress him every time he stepped on stage, and earn that huge, stupid grin.
As they walked down Vivid Street, Toya scrunched his nose a little. "My father's probably still awake at this hour."
"He's usually asleep by the time you come back from gigs, right?" Akito asked.
"Yes. It..." He sighed.
"It helps you avoid him."
"Yeah. It's fine. I've dealt with him once, I can deal with him again." Toya ignored the dread slowly building in his stomach.
"If you really don't wanna, you can just sleep over at my place again," Akito offered.
"Oh, no, I'd hate to impose on your family."
"There's no one home right now. Parents are out of town, Ena's at a friend's overnight. Wouldn't be imposing on anyone."
"Except you."
"You know I don't care, man."
Toya watched the ground, and he felt Akito's eyes on him. He really would hate to impose - he didn't want Akito inviting him over just to avoid his father.
"Come on." Akito tossed his arm over Toya's shoulders. "We can watch that movie you've been talking about. I think it just came out on digital. We could make some popcorn. I picked up a bag of coffee beans from Ken's the other day, I could make you some coffee."
Toya puffed. "Your coffee always tastes horrible."
Akito spread his arms, indignant. "It tastes like coffee, doesn't it? You're such a snob."
"I don't know how you manage to get grounds in the cup every single time -"
"Dude, it's literally not my fault that it does that. Coffee hates me, I swear."
"Fine." Toya smiled. "I'll come. I can text my father. But only if you let me make the coffee."
"As you wish, sir. Goddamn." He feigned annoyance, but Akito was smiling.
-
Akito's keys found the lock and he flicked on the lights to the front entrance. "I'm home," he called. "Ena? You asleep?" Toya squinted, confused. No one replied. "Good," Akito sighed. "Ena gets grumpy when I'm 'loud' and she's sleeping at ungodly hours, and she mighta overslept. Come on, you can put your bag in my room."
Toya followed him through the house, into Akito's bedroom. It was messy and unkempt, with laundry and homework littering surfaces. Toya kind of liked it - his father always insisted his room be absolutely spotless, and it was nice to be in a space that was so...lived-in.
Akito scooped a pair of boxers off the floor and threw it into his closet. "Sorry 'bout that. You know how it gets."
"Yeah...yeah, it's no problem," Toya mumbled. He felt his cheeks burn slightly. Something felt so...intrusive, seeing Akito's underwear.
"You can set your bag anywhere, doesn't really matter. You hungry at all?"
"Not terribly."
"Okay. You good with popcorn? We can eat it while we watch the movie."
"Yes."
"Sick." Akito cast a glance over at Toya. "I'm just gonna change quick. I'm kinda sweaty." And he pulled his shirt off.
Toya became immediately interested in the floor, shoving down the knot in his stomach. It was...embarassing, looking at him? His eyes slipped over Akito's frame, the soft muscles down his back, the light freckles across his skin. He felt his stomach lurch in a weird way, and then Toya looked back down, because why was he looking?
This was normal, right? Akito so casually took his shirt off, so this was completely normal. Like a locker room. Casual. Cool. Just two best friends, hanging out.
"Toya?" His eyes snapped up, and then back down. Akito was still not wearing a shirt. "You good?"
"No, I'm fine," Toya insisted.
"If you're tired, we can just go to bed." He finally slipped a shirt on. "I need to grab some sheets for that mattress, but -"
"Really! Really, I'm -" Toya cleared his throat of the lump that had formed. "Do you have some water, maybe? I think my throat is tired."
"Yeah, 'course. Come on, I'll put the movie on in the living room."
-
Aaand they were fucking.
Toya clutched his mug of coffee as his eyes flicked to the screen, grimacing as the male and female lead moaned and writhed on top of each other. This hadn't seemed like the kind of movie to include a sex scene, and yet here it was. They always made Toya feel vaguely gross, and when he was alone, he'd usually skip over them.
But Akito was still casually watching the screen like nothing had changed, so he sat in silence and waited for the awkwardness to end.
He'd never had a particularly healthy relationship with sex. To his father, no distractions meant no distractions, and while he'd never insisted he stay celibate or even had so much as an educational talk with him, Toya assumed it extended to...love-making. He wasn't even allowed to maintain friendships, how could he find time to be attracted to someone? Every snippet of education from the Internet, every depiction he'd seen of a naked body, was stolen in brief curious glances before looking away in shame.
And even so, he didn't feel he could relate to his male classmates. He was never interested in their discussions of pretty girls and "getting it on" - it never appealed to him the way he thought it should appeal to a teenage boy. The way it appealed to his classmates, and even to Akito.
Toya's stomach flipped, because considering Akito and sex in the same thought drudged up those feelings again. Embarassment, intrusiveness, violation. Like he was getting too close. Guys didn't think about their friends like that. It was...weird.
But here they were, sitting on the couch in Akito's living room, and the sex scene in this damn movie was still going. How much more gratuitous could they be before the movie became dedicated to it?
He cast a glance at Akito again, who was still watching without a care in the world. He watched Akito swallow, his Adam's apple bobbing down and then back up.
"Are you okay?" Toya asked, more of an externalization of his own feelings than a real question.
Akito jumped, as if snapped out of a spell, and looked at Toya, eyes a little wide. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good, man. Did you want more coffee or something?"
"I - no, no, I'm fine." He lifted the mug a little. "I've got plenty left."
Akito narrowed his eyes. "You sure?"
"Yes?"
He picked up the remote and paused the movie. "You have that look on your face that you get when you don't wanna tell me something."
"I do not."
Akito sighed. "Dude, trust me, we've done this more than enough times. What's up?"
He kept his face blank, drawing a breath. This was embarrassing. This was so, so embarrassing. "It's...awkward. The movie."
Akito's eyebrows shot up. "Oh, dude, shit, yeah! If you don't like sex scenes I can skip it. It was getting a little ridiculous anyway. Kinda gross."
"Oh, but you looked like you were enjoying it, so..."
Akito's eyes got wider for a split second before he covered it with a teasing grin. "Enjoying it, huh?"
"Ah - not enjoying it in that sense, but -"
"Maybe that's why you don't wanna watch it, cause you were enjoying it too, right?"
Oh, this was too much. Toya's face flushed so hot he could feel it radiating off himself. "Absolutely not!"
"Maybe you're jealous? No one's ever touched you like that, huh?"
Akito's tone was teasing, but something surged through Toya, straight down to his stomach. Then lower. And lower. He was right, whether he knew it or not, but picturing that with Akito sitting several feet away from him felt...
"Oh, my god," Toya muttered, looking away from him.
"Hey, I won't judge what you get off on, man," Akito said, still grinning ear to ear. "So, are we watching this or no?"
Toya did not want to watch the sex scene. He barely even wanted to watch the rest of the movie anymore. Akito's question was barely audible over the racing of his own pulse. He crossed his legs and thanked himself for his unexpressive face. "Whatever you want."
Looking back at the screen was a mistake. The scene was paused right on a shot of the male lead's face, contorted in sweet pleasure.
Akito laughed as his eyes darted away from the screen again. "That bad?"
Toya could feel his heart pounding in his chest. His skin tingled. He wanted...something. He wanted Akito to...
And then his train of thought abruptly stopped. He wanted Akito to? To do what?
That's when it all came crashing down at once, and Toya was even more embarrassed than he knew he was capable of being. He was sitting on Akito's couch, dick harder than maybe it had ever been, and he wanted Akito to...do things to him. Unholy, intimate things.
I'm in love with Akito.
Was he? Or was he just turned on beyond belief, mind hazy through the hard-on in his sweatpants?
No. The sweet smile Toya always tried to earn, the care and concern in his eyes when Toya was the slightest bit upset, late nights spent walking home after performances. It was like a drug to him, something he'd never want to let go. Something he wanted to live with forever. Something he loved.
Even today - Akito's underwear on the floor, his bare chest, his lips in his hair. Toya had wanted him all night. To kiss him again and again, to touch every inch of his beautiful skin, to see his boxers and maybe see what was -
"Toya?"
He was sitting right there. Green eyes boring into Toya, now laced with familiar concern. He was right there.
What was Toya supposed to do? His best friend was sitting right in front of him, and he was fantasizing about him? A feeling of disgust wafted over Toya, halving his desire.
"I'm...sorry," he breathed.
"Don't apologize. You really spaced out there. You good? I wasn't being serious, but if I actually hurt your feelings, I'm sorry."
A sharp pang hit Toya's heart as his revelation sang through him. He adored that. He adored this boy, who acted so tough, who barked at An and scolded Kohane and cussed like a sailor when he messed up a routine, who melted into the most loving, caring person in the world for Toya. Who tried to understand him better than anyone else did.
His best friend.
His friend.
"You didn't do anything," Toya assured him. "I think I might just be tired."
Akito nodded. "Okay. Let's head to bed, then."
Toya nearly choked hearing him say that, before chastisting himself. In seperate beds. To sleep.
"Ack, but I still need to put sheets on that mattress."
Shit.
There was no way Toya was going to stand there, hard as a rock, while Akito dressed a bed for him. At this point, all Akito had to do was look a little closer, and he'd see the tent in his pants. The thought made Toya even hotter. Maybe he was just as horny as the average teenage boy.
"You don't have to do that," he said, the words coming out too fast.
"Huh?"
"You don't have to make a whole bed for me."
"So, you'll just sleep in my bed?"
No! "Yes."
Akito shrugged like he wasn't about to damn Toya to hell. "Okay. I'll get changed, you brush your teeth, then we swap?"
All Toya could muster was a nod.
-
And then they were laying in the dark.
And Toya was still hard.
He'd tried to speed along the goodnights and settling in as fast as humanly possible, and miraculously, Akito had never noticed Toya's embarrassingly raging erection. But now he faced an entirely different problem - the bed, full of Akito's musk, his body, wearing Akito's pyjamas, and the man himself breathing room away from Toya.
This was hell. Why did he have to do this to himself? To fall in love with his best friend - maybe that was fine. He could handle that, or at the very least ignore it. But to be horny for his best friend? On the same night he was sleeping over? It was a unique kind of torture.
Yes, falling in love with Akito wasn't all bad. Toya's father would be livid, of course, but he'd be livid no matter what he did. If he had to solve the awkward puzzle that was a love life, he'd be happy if Akito was the solution. He'd be happy singing with him and looking into those eyes for the rest of his life.
But would Akito hold the same sentiment? He'd said as much several times - that he never wanted to sing with anyone but Toya, that he wants to be partners with him for a long time. But that sounded very platonic. Hell, Toya had said similar and meant it platonically. Did Akito even like boys? Did he like him?
Akito shifted behind him and Toya's mind went blank. He couldn't do this. He couldn't think about Akito like this. He couldn't give himself hope for a future, or whatever it was he wanted.
"Toya?" Akito's voice, low and raspy from trying to keep quiet, felt like it rattled Toya's skull. "You awake?"
"Mm," was Toya's response.
"I thought you might be." He shifted, maybe sitting up. "Look at me?"
Torture. Hell. This was beyond awful. He scooted up awkwardly, hugging his knees to his chest in an effort to hide his stupid hard-on, then turned his head to see Akito inches from him, leaning up against the headboard.
"You can't sleep," he said.
"I'm -"
He held up a hand. "Wasn't a question. You've been off all night. I thought maybe you were sick or something, but..." He trailed off. "I realized it might've been me."
Toya's heart squeezed. What? Did he know? Was he disgusted with him? Was he about to kick him out of his bed? Ask him to leave?
"I...your head, earlier. At the live house. I..." He cringed. "I kissed your head?"
Toya blinked. He'd almost forgotten about that in the midst of everything. "Mhmm?"
"If that...made you uncomfortable, or freaked you out, or anything..."
Oh, Akito. Sweet, lovely Akito.
He never stopped trying to make Toya feel better. Even if it meant blaming himself.
"I really didn't think it through, and, like, boundaries, right? I mighta overstepped or something, and that's really the last thing I wanted to do. If you don't wanna talk to me cause you feel weird, that's okay, I just wanted to -"
Toya put his hand over Akito's mouth. He hummed in surprise. Toya shook his head. "No. Akito, I..."
Akito was breathing on his hand, hot, short breaths. Toya felt that thrill run through him again. He removed his hand quickly, shoving it under the covers and staring down at his knees. Why did he do that?
"It's not you at all. It's just me. I've been...all night, I..."
He felt fingertips on the side of his face as Akito gently turned his head to face him. His eyes were piercing, comforting and serious at once. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. I promise."
He promised?
Toya had to tell him. He'd be up all night eating himself alive if he didn't know. And he promised. Akito would understand, right? He'd laugh it off and say it was okay, and they could go to sleep and pretend this never happened.
"Akito..."
This was the hardest thing he'd ever had to say. Why couldn't he say it? The lump in his throat was massive.
Rip it off. Like a bandaid.
He whispered hoarsely, "I think I'm in love with you."
He buried his burning face in his hands. He said it. He actually said it. It was wonderful and it was horrible and he was still so hard, why?
Akito hadn't said anything yet. A moment passed. He still didn't say anything. Then, he made a sound - something halfway between choking and a strangled laugh. Toya braced himself. He was going to tell him to get out, to go home.
"You are?"
He wasn't expecting that. Toya just sat there, silent. Unsure what to do.
Akito reached across him, grabbing his far shoulder and turning Toya toward him.
"You can look at me."
Toya forced his gaze up. Up to Akito's face which held...no anger. No disappointment. It was apprehension, and curiosity, and softness, and...something else.
"I think I am too," he whispered.
Toya's eyes flew wide. This was the slimmest of possiblities, the smallest of chances. Was this real? Akito's words made him dizzy, made his heart race, made his dick harder.
"You are?"
Akito exhaled. "Yeah. I am."
Toya smiled the tiniest of hopeful smiles. Akito gently slid his hand off Toya's shoulder, down his arm, letting it fall in Toya's lap.
Toya's lap.
Where his cock was straining against his borrowed pyjama bottoms, and through the sheets.
An electric shock went through his entire body. There's no way Akito didn't feel that. Toya was frozen, staring at Akito's face. His eyes were wide, so wide, and his face was red. But he didn't move. His hand stayed still on Toya's lap for a second. Two seconds. Three. Four. Toya's body was so full, so full of love, so full of want, and he wanted Akito.
Fuck it.
Toya leaned forward and closed the distance between their mouths.
He kept his lips pressed to Akito's for a moment. He counted. One. Two. Three. Then, he let go, his lips tingling like nothing he'd ever felt before. Akito took his hand from his lap, moving away -
And then he grabbed Toya's jaw and pulled his lips back in.
It knocked the wind out of him, to be kissed back, but he welcomed it. Akito turned his body to Toya, putting his other hand on the other side of his face and pulling him closer, closer. His lips parted, and he was on Toya's lower lip, sucking at it. Toya dared to open his own mouth and catch Akito's lip between his teeth, making Akito gasp sharply.
Toya's mouth opened to suck in a heavy breath, and then there was his tongue. It was foreign and strange, having someone else's tongue in your mouth, but Toya yielded to it as it prodded at his own tongue, his teeth, his palate.
Akito shifted, mouth never leaving Toya's. He swung around to face Toya, nudging his thigh.
"Can I sit on you?" he asked, out of breath. Toya nodded, making room, and Akito swung his leg over Toya's lap, straddling him. Toya sighed at the slight friction on his dick, still standing at attention.
"You," Akito breathed between kisses. "You've been hard all night, haven't you?"
"Since...the movie," Toya replied.
Akito planted a long kiss on him before pulling back. "From the movie? Really?"
Toya heaved heavy breaths. His lips were wet, coated in saliva from the sloppy kiss. "From you."
"So that's what was wrong," Akito said, eyes boring into Toya's, hands firm on his face. "You wanted me to fuck you."
The sentence is so obscene, it almost makes Toya wince. But...he's wanted to hear that for hours.
"Yes."
Akito captured him with his tongue again, hungry. His kisses shifted to his cheek, his jaw, and Toya lolled his head to the side, quietly exposing his neck. Akito obliged, and Toya can't believe how good it felt to have his lips on the sensitive skin.
"Let me tell you," Akito whispered. "I've wanted to fuck you so much." He planted another kiss. "For so long." Toya realized then that Akito's own erection was pressing up against his stomach, obscene and needy.
"I only noticed today," Toya said through a laugh. "That I wanted..."
"Hm?"
"That I wanted...you."
"You're so cute."
Akito kissed until there was nowhere left to kiss, and his whole neck was tingling. Then, he softly turned Toya's head to the other side and kissed there, too. After a moment, he looked up and asked, lowly, "Can I bite you?"
The question made his chest tighten. He nodded, breathless. "Yeah."
When Akito gently pinched the skin of his neck between his teeth, he swore he saw stars. Akito licked at the bite, kissing it gently, before moving further down and nipping him again. Toya inhaled, bringing his hands around Akito's head. "More," he whispered.
"Hm?" Akito mused. "What'd you say?"
Toya wasn't sure if he really didn't hear or if the bastard was just teasing him. "Can you...go harder? Please."
"Mm, if I do that, I'll leave marks."
"I...I don't care about that."
"I do. Wouldn't wanna get you in trouble." He gently caressed his jaw and gave another kiss. "I'll leave marks where no one will see, okay?"
Just that, the promise of more, so much more, overwhelmed Toya with a strange sort of desire. He shifted forward, hooking his hands under Akito's thighs and pushing him until his back landed on the mattress and Toya was over him, panting. Akito's eyes were wide, and he gave a breathy laugh, paired with that gorgeous smile.
"Didn't expect that from you," he said.
"What do you mean?" Toya asked, hands on either side of Akito's head, propping him up.
"You just don't seem like the type to take initiative in bed," Akito grinned.
Toya hummed, grabbing Akito's chin and pulling it to the side, so he could dive right toward his neck and kiss there.
Akito kept talking through the barrage. "You - you always looked more submissive to me."
Toya refuted that with a soft bite that made Akito inhale, writhing a bit under Toya's lips. "I like making you feel good," Toya said, kissing lower. His fingers tugged at the collar of Akito's shirt, trying to find more skin to kiss.
"I can take it off," Akito offered.
Toya felt his own eyes gleam. "Would you?"
Akito sat up halfway, grabbing at the hem of his own shirt and pulling it off in one smooth motion, tossing it on the floor. Heat surged to Toya's face so hard he covered it with his hands. He heard Akito laugh.
"Are you okay?"
Toya cleared his throat and lowered his hands, though his gaze wandered over the sheets. "Yeah, I'm..."
"Aw, are you embarrassed?" The tone was mildly teasing, but it mostly dripped with care.
"I guess so...?"
"Hey. Look at me."
Toya pulled his eyes to Akito's. He laughed.
"I meant my body."
He let his eyes wander down, over Akito's shoulders, over his collarbone, down between and then over his pecs, down his ribcage, the valley that ran between his abs, to his stomach, to the hem of his pants. He let himself stare.
"You like what you see?" His shit-eating grin was back.
"You're pretty."
If you could laugh and gasp at the same time, Akito did that. "You're so fucking blunt."
"I mean it." Toya set his fingers on Akito's chest, running them lightly down his torso to grasp his waist, making him sigh. He leaned down to place a kiss on his forehead. "You're beautiful."
He could see Akito's face grow a little more red in the dim light that peaked around the blinds. "So are you." He furrowed his brow. "You're sure about this? Of all the...I got a little bit carried away, I'm -"
Toya kissed him again, swallowing his words. "I said yes, didn't I?" His hand slid up to brush over Akito's nipple, and he shivered, letting out a quiet, beautiful little sound. "I want you to touch me. All of me. And I want to do the same to you."
"Okay, that was really hot and you're doing great, but I want to be a hundred and ten percent clear - you want to have sex with me, yeah? I got permission to go all the way?"
Toya nodded sincerely. "Yeah. You do."
"Good." They met eyes again, and Toya could finally see the something he couldn't identify earlier. Akito's eyes were brimming with lust. "Will you touch me then, Toya?"
Heat surged through him again.
He dug his fingers into Akito's waist, and kissed into Akito's shoulder. He slid his free hand back to Akito's chest, dragging his thumb over a hardened nipple, earning a hum from him. Toya slid himself downward, and without warning, he enveloped Akito's nipple with his mouth, kissing and sucking at the nub.
"Nghh - ah!" Akito arched his back hard, pressing his chest harder into Toya's mouth. "Shit..."
Toya's hand shifted to the other nipple, squeezing it between his fingers and slowly rolling it. Akito cried out again, before closing his mouth to stifle the sound.
...Interesting. Just how far could Toya push this?
A long draw with his tongue, and a careful nibble with his teeth, and he was rewarded with a real moan escaping Akito's lips. He chuckled.
"You weren't expecting me to be forward, but I wasn't expecting you to be so...loud."
"Mm...I wouldn't be so loud if you weren't so - ah!" Toya took his other nipple into his mouth. "If you weren't so damn good at this, Christ. When did you -" He inhaled. "Did you learn to do this?"
"Just now."
"You've never done this before? Oh my god." Akito put his hand on Toya's head, lovingly petting his hair. "Well, don't stop."
"Hm." Toya smiled against his skin, biting down gently again, before pulling his head back and running his hands down Akito's stomach. He kissed his way down his sternum through to his abdomen, tasting every inch of skin he could see, keeping Akito's nipples occupied with his hands. Akito continued to softly play with his hair, sighing contently.
"Come here," he said, sitting up. He brought Toya to his face again, kissing him deeply. "Can we get this off?" He tugged at Toya's shirt. He obeyed, letting Akito lift the shirt up over his head and discard it. He guided Toya to his back. "Lay down."
Toya laid there, feeling exposed. He was so hot, the air in the room felt cold, and goosebumps prickled along his skin. As Akito propped himself up over him, he'd never felt more ready, more needy.
Akito kissed his collarbone. "Toya. Do you know what you want?"
Toya drew heavy breaths. "No. Whatever...you like."
"Hm, but there's nothing you've thought about?" he asked, not letting up as he peppered kisses across Toya's chest. "Nothing you've even...done to yourself?"
"No. I've...never done this, really." Toya felt embarrassed. Akito clearly had a lot more experience than him. His kisses and nips were strong and confident, and his performance in comparison was...
"Ah, so pretty and no one's fucked you before?" His words were rough and spoken through a grin. They sent a thrum through Toya. Akito slid back up to look at him. "It's okay. I can try some things?"
Toya nodded, and Akito sunk back down to kiss his neck, his hands wandering across his torso.
"I'll ask, you answer. Yes or no. What can I call you? Your name, Toya?"
"Yes."
"Darling? Sweetheart? Baby?"
"Mhmm."
"What if I'm mean?"
"Like?"
"Like, ah." He pulled back. "...If I insult you. Call you a slut, or a whore."
A bad feeling rose in the back of Toya's throat and he grimaced. "No."
"Okay." He soothed him with a soft kiss on the cheek. "I won't do that. And what if I praise you?"
"I...I don't know."
"Can I try?"
"Yes."
Akito suddenly took a mouthful of flesh on Toya's chest, sucking hard. Toya let out a hard exhale, clutching the sheets under him. Akito kept going, grazing his teeth against the spot before letting go and kissing it gently.
"Good boy," he sighed, his voice husky. Toya felt the words shoot all the way down his stomach. "How's that?"
Toya nodded. "Yeah. That's...good. Can you - that spot -"
Akito's mouth returned to his skin, licking the sensitive spot he created. "Here?"
"Mhmm."
"Hm. It already looks like it might bruise."
The thought made him lightheaded. To wake up tomorrow and have a mark right there on his chest, a mark that Akito made, that felt so good...
Akito's mouth captured one of his nipples and Toya squirmed. If his neck was sensitive, his nipples were another level entirely. Akito suctioned his lips over it, swirling his tongue, and that felt even better. After a moment, though, a spark of pain, and he inhaled sharply. Akito raised his head.
"Okay?"
"It's...sore? It hurts, a little."
Akito nodded, coming back up to kiss his jaw again. "Thank you for telling me."
His knee, between Toya's thighs, grazed his dick, and he sighed, shifting his hips. Akito immediately understood, softly grinding his knee up into him. He ground back down, and he felt all the blood rush out of his head, pulse pounding through his ears. He could barely do anything but close his eyes, pant, and move his hips, desperate for friction.
He heard Akito say something, murkily, distantly. He didn't have the energy to respond. Suddenly, the friction stopped. He whined under his breath, aching. "Toya." A hand slid into his, gripping tightly. "You good?"
He opened his eyes, and Akito was hanging over him, sweaty and panting, but concerned. "Hm?"
"You spaced out for a second. You have to take deep breaths, keep yourself grounded. Here, sit up." Toya shakily obliged as Akito grabbed something from his bedside table. "Have some water."
He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until he was desperately gulping down water.
"Good. We'll grab more later." Akito placed the empty bottle back on the table. "Deep breath in." Toya drew a deep breath. "You're okay?"
"I'm okay."
"Perfect. You know what you want now?"
Toya panted. He grabbed Akito's hand and brought it to his lap. "Touch me. Please."
"So polite."
Akito palmed the erection, sliding the fabric slowly across skin. Toya breathed, long and hard.
"Your pants are wet," Akito hummed. "I did all that?"
"Yeah - mm!"
He was adding pressure, moving faster now, caressing his dick back and forth. He paused for a moment, searching, before Toya felt his thumb draaag over his head, and he arched his back, helplessly careening into the touch. And he thought his neck was sensitive. He thought his chest was sensitive.
"There you go. Good boy." Akito kissed his chest. "Still taking deep breaths?"
Toya heaved a shaky one. "Yes."
In a moment, Toya felt cold air on his cock, delicious and prickling, and every muscle in his body tightened when Akito grabbed it, bare, skin on skin.
"Shit..."
Akito exhaled heavy. "God. I think that's the first time I've ever heard you swear." He circled his fingers around his width. "Do it again for me"
His hand roughly stroked down the whole length to his stomach. "Ah - shit...!"
"Good boy."
He kept stroking, up and down and up and down, and Toya whimpered, his moans quiet and breathy. His whole cock warmed, the pleasure spreading out across his skin like a fire. He tossed his head and squirmed beneath Akito's touch, at the same time willing himself to stay still so he didn't pull himself from the touch that felt so good. It was overwhelming and inviting at once. He dragged out his breaths, deep and shaking, letting himself feel every inch of Akito's rough palm.
Akito slid his free hand into Toya's. His breaths got harder as the pleasure multiplied and multiplied again. This wasn't going to take long, he could already tell.
"You're doing so well for me," Akito murmured. "You feel good?"
"Yeah, I'm - I'm...close -"
"You wanna cum for me?"
At those words, he wanted to more than ever before, but he was hit with the realization that it would be over then. "No - not - not yet -"
"Okay." His hand slowed, dragging up his shaft. "What do you want, then?"
Toya looked up at him, his eyelids heavy. "Roll over." He did, and Toya went with him until he'd rolled on top of him. He kicked off his bottoms, tangled around his knees, and captured Akito's mouth with his, immediately grinding into his bulge with his hand. Akito moaned into his mouth and his hands flew to his pants, impatient. Toya broke away, helping him drag them off.
As they hit the floor, Toya grabbed his eager cock, experimentally pumping it up and down. Akito writhed worse than him, properly moaning at his touch. "Ahn - ah - so good, don't - ah! Don't stop...that feels so good..."
It felt strange, holding a dick that didn't belong to him. It was a little like an out of body experience, where he touched but didn't feel anything, but Akito's moans, rising in pitch and volume, made it so worth it.
Toya squeezed tighter, reveling in the friction as he pulled his hand up toward the cock's tip. When he settled there, he used his thumb to fondle it, spreading the precum that was leaking out of it and streaking down its underside. Akito shuddered and cried out.
"Akito."
He could barely squeeze out a sound of acknowledgment.
"Can I use my mouth?"
His eyes opened again, and he looked down at Toya. "Yeees. Fuck yes. Please."
Having a dick in his mouth was beyond Toya's imagination, far past the lewdest thing he'd ever thought about. But it felt so exciting to level his lips to Akito's member, listening to his quiet whining sounds as he watched and waited with electric anticipation.
He stuck out his tongue a small bit, simply licking at the head once, testing. "Ahhn!" Akito's hips jerked and he threw his head back while Toya considered the taste in his mouth. Bitter, but slightly sweet. The taste dissolved quickly, and he leaned forward again, eager for another lick.
He ran his tongue up the underside of Akito's cock, earning a series of sounds. When he approached the top, he took the whole of the wet, glistening head into his mouth, and Akito almost made him jump with the force and volume of his moan. "Fuck - fuck, that feels so fucking good."
Toya sucked at his tip, swirling his tongue around up, picking up every last bit of his wetness. He let it fall out of his mouth with a pop, and licked his lips.
"You taste good."
"Y - yeah?" Akito asked. Toya didn't stall for long, kissing up the length. "I...ah hah...I'm glad you like it."
"You've done this before?" Toya asked.
"Mmn...yeah, just a...couple of times."
"Can you tell me how?"
"You're already...agh...doing great. You don't have to...to take more in your mouth, but if you wan - ahh!"
Toya sank his head over the length, getting at least halfway before he felt his mouth was full. Huh. His mouth wasn't as big as he thought it was. His gag reflex sat on a hair trigger, threatening to pull if he ventured farther.
"You don't have to go - ohh - any further, if it feels bad. That's - god, that feels so good already."
Toya hummed his understanding.
"Ugh - yeah, that feels good too. The vibration. And when you come up, you can...press your whole tongue against it, like -"
He brought himself back up, flattening his tongue and dragging it along the underside of his cock. Akito's voice reached higher, cracking as it careened up, before he settled into little whines.
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes. That feels so good, darling. Keep - ah! Ah...keep doing that, please don't fucking stop. You can - your hands - uhn!"
Toya wrapped his fingers around the lower part of his dick, stroking it in rhythm with his mouth. He tightened his suction, pressing his tongue harder against the vein on the underside, being careful not to let his teeth drag with it. The motions fell into a rhythm, up and down. Toya started to become hypnotized by the repetition, and of the cries of his partner above him, which devolved from words - "Good boy, fuck, yes, that feels so good, don't stop" - into wordless vocalizations, spilling out on every laboured breath.
A vague memory came to mind - a sensitive spot, on the underside of a penis, right where the tip met the shaft. He stalled his tempo to prod at the spot with his tongue, and Akito's voice pitched further up, faltering over and over as it reached beyond his range. His hand flew to Toya's head, clutching his hair. His other hand grabbed a handful of the sheets, desperately trying to vent the intensity of his pleasure.
Toya resumed the rhythm, with every upstroke swirling and poking at the spot, as Akito's moans got faster and faster.
"Toya, I'm - ah - I'm so, so close, keep going - anh - please please, I'm gonna cum - ah! Anh!"
He felt something hot abruptly spray into his mouth, and he pulled back, startled. He recovered quickly, sliding his hands up his cock and stroking the head as he orgasmed. Akito cried out in bliss with every spasm, his voice strained, until his throes grew weaker and weaker, and his voice pitched down to a soft hum.
Toya marvelled at the ropes of white fluid that scattered across Akito's torso. He'd done that. He had held Akito's cock in his mouth, and sucked it until he orgasmed. It somehow turned him on even more.
He considered the ejaculate he'd caught in his mouth. It was so thick it was a little hard to swallow, but it held the same, slightly enjoyable bitter-ish taste.
"Mm...that was...the hardest I have ever cum. In my fucking life," Akito panted. "You're so, so good at that -"
His stomach muscles tensed as Toya pressed his tongue to it, licking the aftermath of his climax from his skin, thoroughly and patiently. Akito let him, with a deep exhale.
"You are so fucking hot."
When he was finished, Toya slid back up to straddle Akito's torso, pushing his tongue inside his mouth. "See," he breathed. "You taste good."
Akito considered for a moment, before grinning. "Yeah, I kinda do." He gave Toya another gentle kiss on the lips. "You're so sexy."
His words momentarily snapped Toya back to reality, and he blushed hard, though he managed not to look away.
"Seriously! Shit, you've almost got me hard again already."
Toya's eyes widened. "Really?"
"Yeah." Akito guided his hand back to his cock, which, true to his word, was already working its way to half mast. "I, uh...bounce back fast."
Toya's hands began to squeeze and work at the hardening member, but Akito pulled his hand away. "Mm, no..." He sat up slightly, shifting Toya to his lap. Then, without warning, he grabbed Toya's cock roughly, drawing a gasp from his lips. "You first."
He slid his hand up and down Toya's length as he sat in his lap, and Toya had already forgotten how good it felt to have his hands there. How it would feel even better to have his mouth there, as he did for him.
"You've been so good," Akito murmured into his ear. "So good for me. You made me cum so well." He tightened his grip, and Toya let out a breathy whine. "I'm gonna do that for you. I'm gonna fuck you, just like you want so bad."
A soft shove and Toya is falling backward, hitting the bed with a whump. And then suddenly, Akito's mouth is on him, and it felt beyond good.
He'd forgotten what wetness did, how it made everything slick and fast, and Akito's mouth was so wet. His tongue was a stark contrast to his hand, smooth and slimy rather than rough and dry, and he knew just how to use it. It slid flat over the underside of his cock, just like he'd taught him minutes earlier, and it fluttered over his head in a way that made Toya pant. He sunk himself onto his length, pushing it further and further into his mouth until Toya felt the tip bump up against something. He looked down and Akito was holding the entire length in his mouth easily, pulling back with suction. Toya whispered a groan.
"I don't have much of a gag reflex," Akito admitted. His tone was humble, but a proud grin spread across his face, and it made Toya laugh breathily.
Akito's mouth wandered lower, licking and then taking one of his balls into his mouth. That was new, but welcome. Toya purred his approval. Akito switched to the other, leaving a soft kiss in his wake, and then sunk even lower, kissing down the smoothness on the bottom of him, and then to his hole.
"Wait," Toya breathed. Akito's head popped up immediately, like an obedient puppy.
"Yeah? Don't like that?"
"No, I - I like it. But isn't it - dirty?"
Akito exhaled through his nose. "A little. But it comes with the territory." He swept his thumb over the skin. "If it makes you feel better, I can clean up for you?"
Toya wasn't quite sure what that entailed, but he nodded.
"Okay. Wait here. I'll be quick."
He stood, opening his door and leaving the room. Toya heard water running down the hallway. His dick pulsed, reminding him how long it'd been like this, teased and tortured for...it had to be over an hour, now. He considered touching it, but he resisted. Part of him wanted only Akito to touch him right now.
Akito returned, holding a cloth in his hand. He shut the door and crawled back onto his bed, situating himself. Toya felt the cloth press gently into his thigh, soaked with pleasantly warm water.
"Temperature okay?" Akito asked, and he nodded. "Alright." He dipped it down and softly wiped at Toya's ass, and something so goofy in theory felt so warm and tender. He was thorough, dipping into every crevice neatly, making Toya shiver, before giving a final wipe. He tossed the cloth to hang on the nearby chair. "Feel better?"
Toya was head over heels in love with this man, so caring that he'd literally wipe his own ass to make him feel better about something Akito was doing. He giggled. "Yeah, it's great."
"Perfect. I'm starting again, okay? I can put my mouth there?"
"Yes."
His tongue was on him again, just as warm as the cloth. It swept over his hole, soft and confident. Toya didn't exactly understand the appeal of the motion at first, but it felt nice to have Akito's lips against him. Then, he felt a strange sort of pleasure start to rise to the surface as the skin got more sensitive. He groaned. Akito slid back up toward his cock, kissing up its length again.
"Wait, can you..."
"Hm?" Akito kissed his head, looking curiously up at him.
"My..." He spread his legs further to emphasize his point, but turned his head to the side, mumbling. "Can you..."
He could hear Akito's smile in his words. "You want me to eat you out s'more?"
"Yes...please."
So he moved his head back down, licking harder, kissing the fatty flesh around. Toya moaned breathily, grinding his hips down. Akito prodded his tongue against his entrance, and it felt nice. Wait, could he...?
"Can you...inside me?" That was something people did, right?
Akito chuckled, kissing his thigh. "Didn't expect you to be so into this. You know much about it, love?"
"I...No."
"But you really want it?"
"I do."
"Okay. Well, it takes a bit of stretching out before my tongue'll fit."
"Will you...can you do that?"
"Yeah, 'course." He sat up and turned, rummaging through the drawer of his beside table. "It's really tight, and dry. So I'm going to use..." He pulled out a small bottle. "A lot of lube." He clicked it open and poured a generous amount over his hands, warming it.
Akito gently spread the lube across Toya's hole and the skin around it. He seated himself comfortably, using his free hand to gently stroke Toya's cock.
"I'm gonna be slow, and you're gonna hate it, but you need to be patient or it'll hurt." Toya nodded. "You need to get stretched out, so I'm starting small. Entrance is the tighest part, and it'll be the worst. Past that, it evens out." He flicked his eyes up to Toya's. "Ready, darling?"
Toya nodded again, eager and blissful from the hand on his dick. Akito carefully spread him apart, slid his finger back and forth to find the entrance, and then he was inside.
It was strange, mostly. Having something inside him felt foreign and vulnerable, but not unwelcome. Akito slowly, slowly, pushed his finger as deep as he could - it was short and small, it must've been his pinky - then drew it out just as slowly.
"Good?"
Toya breathed his affirmation.
In it went again, and then part of the way out, and back in. Akito started a rhythm of gentle thrusts, and just like the outside, the inside became more and more sensitive. Toya thrummed lowly as his insides warmed.
"Second finger."
Without any more notice, Akito pushed in another finger. He met more resistance than before, but continued at a slow but steady pace. Akito was right - the entrance was the tightest, protesting against a larger intrusion. Toya could feel himself gripping down hard on the fingers, the ring of muscles sore like any other muscle being stretched. As Akito got to the first set of knuckles, the dull pain became sharp, and Toya inhaled just as sharply. Akito stopped immediately.
"Hurts?"
"Yeah..."
"Good boy. Keep telling me when it hurts too much." He backed out, thrusting shallowly a few times. When he tried again to fit his knuckles inside, the pain was dull as they slid past.
He continued like that, shallow thrusts as he slowly pushed deeper and deeper. The stretch ached in such a sweet way, and as that ache dulled, his hole sufficiently stretched, Toya began to crave it again.
"More," he said bluntly.
"Yessir." Akito pressed a third finger to his entrance and slowly pushed.
"It hurts, a little," Toya immediately identified.
"Good boy. It's easier if you relax. Deep breaths."
He heaved a breath. "Keep...keep going."
Akito continued, even slower now, circling his fingers to massage the muscle there. When the hole finally relented and let the fingers slip in, Toya moaned. When Akito started to move back and forth, he moaned longer. His pace picked up gradually, and Toya ground down to meet him.
"Feel good?" Akito asked.
"Mm...yes..."
"I could probably use my tongue now."
"Please."
And when Akito's tongue finally returned to his hole, probing its entrance, then slipping past it, it was incredible.
He thrust it in and out like he did his fingers, but this was squishy and malleable and formed to caress his walls. He shuddered, clamping down on it, pulling it further in. It stretched him wonderfully, it touched every inch of his inside, and Toya bucked.
"More - mm - please..."
Akito laughed, wiping his chin. "That's my whole tongue, love. Can't get much more than that."
That's when Toya caught sight of Akito's cock, which had worked its way back to being fully erect. His eyes clouded. "You...can you put it inside me?"
"Hm?"
"Your..." He motioned toward his own member.
Akito's eyes pierced him. He was teasing. "I want to hear exactly what you want, darling."
He sighed, his breath stuttering. "I want..." He swallowed his pride. "I want you to put your cock in me. Please."
Akito's eyes gleamed at that. Maybe he wasn't expecting Toya to actually say it. Wordlessly, he crawled back to his nightstand. Toya heard a crinkling sound as he tore open a condom packet, rolling it onto his member. He clicked open the lube and poured more into his hand, then crawled up to look down at Toya. He heard a wet sound as he spread the lube across his dick. "If that's what you really want?"
He met Akito's gaze, nodding. "Please."
Akito melted at that. He pivoted his hips downward, pressed against his entrance, and slid slowly into his hole, all the way to the hilt.
He stilled there, watching Toya's face for any sign of discomfort. Toya squeezed his walls experimentally against Akito's cock, taking it in. It felt so strange and so, so good. Deeper than the fingers or tongue could reach, and those deeper walls throbbed, welcoming it. And when Akito started to move?
It was a completely different sensation from being sucked and licked, but it was just as good. Feeling his opening squeeze and stretch around something as big as a cock sent a warm pleasure through him. He could see the same pleasure on Akito's face, hear it in his soft moans.
"Faster," Toya whispered. "More."
Akito obliged, amping his speed up to a regular rhythm. A few thrusts later, and he started to make those pretty sounds again, panting and moaning. If a mouth felt good around one's cock, what did someone's insides feel like? If he was squeezing Akito half as much as Akito was stretching him...
"Agh, ahn - ah...I - I forgot..." Akito reached behind him and grabbed a pillow, lifting Toya's waist and placing it underneath, propping him up a little. "There. Now I'll -"
Akito rutted forward and brushed against something. Something along his wall that felt so different, so hot. Toya cried out.
"Ahm...mmmnh...that's..."
"Ah...There it is. Hold still, so I can keep track of it."
He pulled back and thrust again, brushing up against that spot. And again. And again. It felt like the core of him, his most sensitive part, was sending out a piercing bolt of pleasure every time Akito skimmed past it, so potent Toya's body had no way to express it. He felt blood rush through his ears, and water rush to his eyes.
And then Akito got faster. And faster. Toya could hear the lewd, wet sounds, and the slapping of skin on skin, over and over.
Toya's every breath carried a plea for him to keep going, to take him wherever he was going. It felt like bliss, and he never wanted it to stop.
Akito panted over him. "Ahh - oh, that feels so good, it's so good - anh!"
"Please...mm - Akito, I'm close."
Akito reached forward and grabbed Toya's bouncing cock, pumping it in time. "Will you - oh... Cum for me, please, Toya. I wanna - ah...I wanna see you cum."
"Yes, yes, I - !"
A white hot feeling pulsed through him and his muscles jerked him forward, and he was there. Each wave of fluid that pulsed out of him was a new wave of pleasure, engulfing his body, filling his brain until there was nothing left but sensation.
And Akito's cock was in his hand, condom discarded, orgasming across Toya's stomach, his beautiful voice filling the room as he did.
The waves flowed smaller and smaller until, finally, it was over. All of Toya's tense muscles gave out, and he slumped against the mattress, panting. Akito rolled to the side and flopped down beside him, spent.
They stayed like that for a few moments, breathing heavy, hearts racing, coming down. Toya blindly reached out his hand until it found Akito's, and he grasped it.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Thank you," Akito replied, propping himself up on his arm. He squeezed Toya's hand. "You were so good. Such a beautiful boy. You made me cum so well." He brushed Toya's cheek, wet with tears. "Did I make you cry?"
"I didn't cry! My eyes were watering. It felt..." Toya blushed, though he was far past the point of embarrassment. "It felt good." He looked down. "I'm covered."
"Oh, Christ, yeah." Akito's regular persona started to slip back into place. "I'm sorry, let me grab something..."
In a few moments, Akito was wiping down Toya's stomach, then pressing a full bottle of water into his hands.
"Drink this," he said, throwing the cloth and their discarded pyjamas into his closet. "We made such a mess. I hate cleaning up." He crossed to his dresser and grabbed new clothing, tossing some at Toya.
"It's your fault," Toya said, pulling the bottoms on.
Akito scoffed, grinning. "I'm sorry, who had an insatiable fucking boner?"
"You made twice the mess I did."
"Well, you cleaned one up all by yourself, and I did the rest, so it's even." He finished pulling his shirt over his head and flopped down into bed next to Toya, facing him. They laid together in silence for a moment, drinking each other in.
"Was I really, um...sexy?" Toya asked. They were both so caught up in the moment, the meaning of Akito's words were slowly registering in his mind.
"Fuck yeah, you were!" He reached forward and ruffled Toya's hair. "You were so hot. You did so good. I refuse to believe that was your first time doing any of that. You're even talented in bed, it's so fucking unfair."
Toya smiled. "Thank you for helping me."
"No sweat."
Toya nestled into Akito's chest, exhausted like he'd never been exhausted before. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
"Can we sleep now?"
Akito laughed softly. "Yeah. We can sleep now."
They both drifted off to a comfortable slumber.