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Saihara didn’t even know why he was here, sat in the AV room watching a movie Kokichi insisted they watch. It was interesting, sure, but it was obviously meant for kids. A monster in France falls in love with a pretty typical woman who loves him back. Shuichi wasn’t ever much of a fan of romance, preferring horror or psychological movies that made him think.
“Snore.” Ouma’s face was in the palm of his hand, watching with a slight blush on his cheeks as the two characters sang. What were their names again? Saihara couldn’t remember.
“But you said this movie was one of your favorites..?” Shuichi questioned, tilting his head. Violet eyes snapped to the side, a grin pulling on those unfitting plush lips.
Another reason why Shuichi couldn’t focus:
Kokichi was so fucking close to him.
“It is! But it’s no fun if you’re not enjoying it too.” Kokichi smiled, his thigh bumping against Shuichi’s. The touch burned each nerve in his skin, pathetic how such a small interaction has him buzzing with excitement. Shuichi knows why Kokichi chose to sit this close, taunting him with each small graze of contact.
“It’s not that I’m not enjoying it, it’s just not my taste.” Kokichi hum out in acknowledgment, turning his attention back to the screen. Knocking their knees together as he bounces his leg. He’s nervous. Why?
Shuichi chooses to not ask. Knowing that even if he did, he wouldn’t get a straight answer and most likely teased for being so attentive to the boy’s mannerisms. He can’t help it. Especially not when Kokichi’s so close he can smell the boy’s grape body spray and vanilla shampoo. Or when Kokichi looks at him with those big purple eyes that remind him of a puppy. Or when Kokichi twirls his hair while speaking to Shuichi, unaware of the blush rising to his face. Or when Kokichi leans so impossibly close to tease him it has Shuichi stumbling back with a racing heart. Definitely not when the boy's pressing his shoulder into Shuichi’s chest, forcing him to wrap an arm around his waist. What on Earth is he doing-?
“Kokichi-?” Shuichi’s voice cracks, looking down at the mess of purple hair now fit snuggly to his chest, grabbing his wrist and putting his hand on Kokichi’s upper thigh. “What are you doing?”
Kokichi doesn’t answer. Releasing Shuichi’s wrist, entire body now taught like a string, waiting for any move to snap and pull back. Shuichi hesitates.
What was he supposed to do here? Indulge in his friend who’s most likely using the contact to cope with the lack of affection he normally gets? Saihara blushes, there’s no way he could do that. He cares about Kokichi too much to use the boy. Saying nothing isn’t saying yes. Shuichi knows better.
“Are you going to touch me?” A breath of silence.
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“I already am-“ Shuichi doesn’t know what more to do, feeling the string in Kokichi’s body break more the longer he hesitates. Any second now Kokichi will run off. Most likely spewing some none-sensical lie, and they’ll never speak of it again.
“You can… I don’t-“ Kokichi’s stuttering. It’s odd to hear his voice break and jumble like this. He’s normally so confident. “Do more.”
Shuichi doesn’t need to be told twice. Running a hand up Kokichi’s side, smiling when he shivers and turns to tuck his face into Shuichi’s shoulder. Saihara carefully moves his hand down, fingertips dancing over clothed pale skin. Shuichi straightens his back, using both hands to now run down Kokichi’s sides and rest at his hips. Playing with the small metal loops on the front of his pants.
Kokichi’s legs are tucked under himself, trembling slightly when he raises himself to swing a leg over and straddle Shuichi’s lap. Not once making eye contact as he tucks his blushing face into Shuichi’s neck. Lithe fingers tug at gray buttons, undoing Shuichi’s blazer and dress shirt, exposing only a small part of Shuichi’s torso and neck. He’s rushing so much and trying so hard to tug Shuichi’s shirt open.
“Go ahead.” Kokichi’s voice wavers in the air. Shuichi’s mouth dries, insanely nervous, cautiously sliding his hands up Kokichi’s shirt. Relying purely on instinct.
“Is this alright?” Kokichi nods. Shuichi wishes the boy would speak up more. The eerie silence from Ouma paired with the muffled noise coming from the TV is driving Shuichi insane. What does he do now?
Shuichi flits his thumbs over Kokichi’s hip bones, propping his chin on Kokichi’s shoulder as he feels up the boy’s torso. Kokichi is fairly lean, he notices, small bits of muscle protrude from his stomach and sides. If Shuichi focuses hard enough, he can count each rib, the feeling of bone under skin makes him frown. Is Kokichi not eating enough? There’s no way that’s healthy.
Shuichi looks down, a horrible mistake truly. He’s met with an arched back and trembling hips that are shifting in place as they hover above Shuichi’s lap. Shuichi never noticed the back of Kokichi’s uniform before, large stitched X’s go down his spine, currently outlining the position the boy is in. Shuichi wants to feel each one. Dark purple, with small silver loops.
Shuichi isn’t given much more time to ogle before he’s being shoved back, hitting the couch pillows. His chin his grabbed annd forced to the side, and he’s being bitten into. Hard.
“Ah-! K- Kokichi!?” Shuichi fights back another moan, breathing heavily as Kokichi drags his tongue over the bite mark. Pulling their hips flush together, Saihara’s grip tightens on the poor boy’s hips. “What-“
“You can do it to me too.” Kokichi’s hands fly up to roughly tug off his scarf, throwing it onto the empty cushion beside them. “Look.”
Kokichi tilts his head, exposing the clear pale skin on his neck. A single finger taps at a spot on his neck, bare and open for Saihara to take. “Right here. I want one too.”
Shuichi swallows his spit, not wanting to drool all over Ouma, never. Shuichi’s mouth opens slightly, pressing his lips into Ouma’s neck, sucking softly at the skin there. Shuichi feels like he’s about to faint, having a hard time breathing as he licks at Kokichi’s neck. Complying with the boy’s ever demand like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
“Keep going. It feels so nice.” Kokichi sounds like he ran a marathon, groaning out and rolling his hips down into Shuichi as he kisses up Kokichi’s neck. Sucking small marks into the soft skin under his mouth.
Shuichi has no time to think or really care about what this means for them, or why Ouma is even asking him to do this in the first place. Shuichi’s finding that he doesn’t really care for an answer right now. It’s easy to forget about that kind of stuff when you have a pretty boy grinding in your lap like you’re inside him.
Shuichi feels insanely dizzy, only concerned with nipping at Kokichi’s skin and getting more of those noises out of him. Each gasp and moan vibrating against Shuichi’s mouth pleasantly. His tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up Kokichi’s neck, pressing a wet kiss to his pulse.
Kokichi’s hips pick up speed as Shuichi sits back, sliding back and forth quickly. He seems so desperate, eager to please and be pleased. His little hands are gripping Shuichi’s shoulders so tightly, his eyes are squeezed closed and he’s panting out so much. Shuichi feels his cheeks burn, wrapping his arms around Kokichi’s waist, hands still under his shirt as he moans out against the boy’s collar bones.
Shuichi’s pants feel so tight, Kokichi’s movements aren’t helping, tugging the fabric against his erection. Everything feels too warm and so much, the room feels like it’s spinning and the only thing stable and upright is Kokichi’s body against his. Shuichi whines out, embarrassed at his own voice as he grinds his hips upwards to meet Kokichi’s. The shakey breaths and gasps is all Shuichi needs to continue, swallowing down his pride as he chases his own orgasm, teetering on the edge. Their hips feel so warm together.
“Kokichi, I’m-“ Shuichi mumbles out, lips pressed against fiery pale skin.
“Me too.” Shuichi nods, kissing over Kokichi’s collarbone as they hump each other senseless. Kokichi’s fingertips dig into Shuichi’s shoulder more painfully, gripping so tightly Shuichi fears the boy’s fingers might snap.
Kokichi’s head tilts back, exposing all of the blooming hickies Shuichi left on his neck, gasping out as he pushes his hips down roughly. His entire body trembles in Shuichi’s arms, hips stuttering as the front of his pants darken. Shuichi holds him tightly, pushing his hips back against Kokichi, who's shaking so much it’s almost concerning.
Shuichi kisses up Kokichi’s neck, over his jaw, and once on his cheek. Hands shooting down to grip Kokichi’s hips again as the boy teasingly rolls his forward, a shiver runs down Kokichi’s spine, urging Shuichi to continue. Kokichi’s hands slide Shuichi’s arms, holding them lovingly as his shirt slides down his shoulder. Why was the collar of his uniform so wide anyways?
“Cmon’” Kokichi’s voice teases, leaning forward and whispering against Shuichi’s ear. “You’re so close. Do it.”
Shuichi’s keens at the encouragement, pushing at Kokichi’s oversensitive body, feeling a tight heat coil in his stomach. Kokichi gasps loudly, instinctively jolting away at the contact as Shuichi pushes further. Saihara’s back slides down the AV room couch, hips thrusting up randomly and harshly, as he bruises Kokichi’s hips with his palms. Kokichi’s hands are covering his mouth, face red as he’s dragged down over and over. Being manhandled as Shuichi grinds their bodies together.
“Kokichi-“ the name rolls off his tongue so easily, babbling more as he reaches his climax. “Kokichi. Kokichi- Ko-! I’m-“
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Shuichi watches as Kokichi scrubs at his hair, soapy suds falling down his pale back as he washes himself. Shuichi knows he’s staring, he’s also aware that Kokichi knows he’s staring as well. Looking up and down over Kokichi’s frame, back dimples and lean muscle. Shuichi wants to cover the boy in kisses, tell him how pretty he looks, kiss over those purple and red marks he left.. but he knows he’s not in that place to do that.
“Is Saihara-Chan gonna wash up too?” Kokichi’s unsurprisingly ignoring what happened earlier, chipper and all smiles as he turns to make eye contact with Shuichi. “You reek.”
“I wonder why.” Shuichi responds bluntly, eyebrow furrowing as Kokichi tilts his head back to wash out the shampoo. Shuichi can see each bite and hickey at this angle. The only remaining thing that shows what actually happened did happen.
“Here, I’ll scootch over for ya!” Kokichi responds with a smile, angling his body to the side to make room for Shuichi. Judging by Kokichi’s expression, Shuichi doesn’t think he has much of a say in it either.
“Thanks.” Saihara responds dryly, smiling bitterly as he presses his back to the tile, watching the water run down his chest. Taking any sweat and smell of sex with it, all of this doesn’t feel right.
“Geez, at least try to act like you enjoy showering with me.” Kokichi pouts, grabbing Shuichi’s conditioner and raking his hands through his hair.
“It’s not that. I just-“ Shuichi can feel himself getting more and more frustrated with each interaction, how Kokichi can just get over what happened is beyond him. “I just don’t get it.”
“It’s easy! You start with shampoo then you-“
“We got off in the AV room.” Shuichi splashes the water in his face, standing with his back turned to Kokichi as the boy stares off. “Does it not matter to you? What we did..”
“I wouldn’t have offered to shower together if it meant nothing.” Kokichi’s voice is cold, devoid of any emotion at all. Not unhappy but not angry. Completely and utterly nothing. “Stop being stupid and just finish showering.”
Kokichi nudges Shuichi to the side, washing his hair out and stepping out of the shower. Such simple movements completed flawlessly quickly. Shuichi feels like crying. He knows Kokichi doesn’t mean to be as cruel as he is, at least not intentionally. But the stinging in his eyes rises more until tears fall over his cheeks. He quickly washes himself, rushing his shower to ask Kokichi to stay. To explain himself. To say nothing. Or anything at all.
Shuichi doesn’t bother washing his hair, knowing that flat ironing his waves down tomorrow morning will most likely be more difficult with, whatever tension this is, in his head. Shuichi steps out of the shower, drying himself off just as quickly and tucking the towel around his waist. Surprised to see Kokichi laying in his bed, only in boxers, and tapping away at Shuichi’s monopad.
“Already done?” Kokichi muses from the bed, not bothering to look Shuichi in the eyes as he lounges. “Or were you scared I’d leave like a one-night-stand?”
Shuichi swallows the lump in his throat, ignoring the questions. Walking around the room to his dresser, grabbing a pair of clothes to change into. A nice pair of gray plaid sweatpants and a black tank top, of course with some black boxers underneath. Shuichi glances over before getting dressed, watching Kokichi chew on some candy while he continues tapping on the screen. Shuichi can’t quite make out what he’s doing.
“Want a hoodie?” Shuichi asks softly. Absolutely petrified of Kokichi leaving or panicking over the intimacy he gave to Shuichi today.
“Sure,” Kokichi shrugs. Shuichi notices how his legs close, shifting slightly as he sits up. Even if he’s trying to act nonchalant, Kokichi’s instinct to curl up is betraying him. Kokichi clicks the monopad off, catching the hoodie tossed his way, pulling it over his head.
“Uh,” Shuichi begins, wringing his fingers, a habit he’s picked up from his Aunt. “Are you going to sleep here?”
“Do you want me to?” Shuichi doesn’t need to think before answering, staring at Kokichi’s comfortable body laying across his bed.
“Yes.” Shuichi must’ve replied in a certain way, because Kokichi grins and shuffles to his side of Shuichi’s bed. Kokichi’s been over before, but never like this. Never after something like that.
Shuichi nods, making his way over to the light switches, clicking off the bedroom and bathroom light before crawling under his sheets. Smelling clean linen and his own scent, smiling to himself when Kokichi moves to wrap an arm around Shuichi’s waist. Kokichi hair sticks to Shuichi’s skin, still wet and cold from the shower. Shuichi just hums out, wrapping a lock of hair around his finger as he flutters his eyes closed.
Maybe it’s better to ignore what happened. For both of them.