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“Your room it is, then!” Kokichi grins, grabbing Shuichi’s wrist and guiding the boy back to his own dorm. The contact is unnecessary, Shuichi would follow Kokichi without hesitation or question. Though, the nimble fingers wrapped around his arm feel warm and nice .
Kokichi’s zipping through doorways and people, tugging Shuichi along like he’s a child and not some fully grown teenager (almost an adult). Shuichi greets and smiles at the students they pass by, all of whom wave back and smile at the two of them. Kokichi’s antics long since grown on their classmates respectively.
By the time Shuichi fumbles his door open, feeling exhaustion catch up to him quickly. Kokichi’s skipping inside, turning on his heels and bowing slightly as he walks backwards. Left, right, left- mirroring Shuichi’s steps forward.
“So what’re we gonna do? Just lounge around all day?” Kokichi jokes, turning to crawl over his bed. Right knee to mattress, left ankle raising his body off of the floor. Shuichi averts his gaze before his mind can fog with the sight, a soft curve to Kokichi’s spine, the way his body twists and turns.
“Yeah I guess. It’s only- what? Six?” Shuichi questions, glancing over to his alarm clock and nodding to himself at the time. Six thirty three. Still too hot to be outside and too early in the day to sleep.
“Awh, whatever. I don’t mind just sitting around all day with you, anyways. You look like you need a break!” Kokichi grins, kicking his shoes off and sitting cross-legged on Saihara’s bed. His loafers falling to the floor with a soft ‘ CLUNK’, checkered socks coming into view.
Shuichi sighs out fondly, closing his eyes for a second before clambering onto the bed himself. Kokichi scoots back barely an inch, smiling as Shuichi flops onto the empty space beside him, stomach first.
Shuichi’s eyes close, arms splayed on either side of his head as he rubs his face into his comforter. The headache persisting behind his eyes now soothed, calmed by the dip in the mattress, Ouma’s existence beside him. A sharp jab to his side has him jolting back awake, turning over and glaring at the only other person in the room.
“What?” Kokichi asks, despite the growing grin on his face. Shuichi blinks for a second, glaring harder, before rolling his eyes and smiling fondly.
“Not a second of peace, huh?” Kokichi’s smiling, looming over Shuichi’s face and staring right down. Purple strands casting shadows over his face as they dangle.
“Not with me! Nope!” Shuichi ignore the way Kokichi’s lips curl around his braces when he pops the ‘p’ in ‘nope’. Looking away to anything else in his room. “But this is kinda boring isn’t it?”
“I guess yeah.” A squeak escapes Shuichi’s lip as Kokichi turns his body to instead straddle Shuichi’s lap, both of his palms flat to Shuichi’s chest.
Kokichi grins, rolling his hips side to side over Shuichi’s thighs as he tilts his head. Shuichi’s hands tremble, but quickly grasp at the boy’s hips. His eyes wide, cheeks blushed already from the contact.
“You invited me to your room. It’s just us here..” Kokichi leans over Shuichi’s body, small hands digging into his ribs nearly painfully. Kokichi’s voice low and teasing, whispering right to Shuichi’s ear. “ Really? What did you think would happen, Shu? ”
Shuichi swallows hard, sitting up as Kokichi does, placing his hands behind Kokichi’s upper thigh. Shuichi attempts to smoothly adjust himself into a proper sit, scooting back towards the headboard. Kokichi stares in mild amusement as Shuichi manhandles them both into something more comfortable, and familiar. Shuichi’s legs bent awkwardly with Kokichi in his lap.
Kokichi’s arms lock behind Shuichi’s neck, forearms pressed to his shoulders while he leans forward. Their bodies molding together easily, Kokichi’s chest puffed out slightly. Shuichi takes the hint quickly, hands working on his scarf, undoing the knot beneath the initial layer of fabric, tugging it off.
“Wow, getting me undressed already?” Kokichi flusters, back arching into the touch. Shuichi’s hand trailing down his sides, the other holding the checkered fabric carefully.
“Maybe I am. Is that alright?” Kokichi giggles, nodding as Shuichi pulls away to neatly fold the scarf into a square. His body twisting to lean over and place it on the bedside table cautiously.
“You don’t always have to do that, y’know?” Kokichi snickers, smiling at the care Shuichi has with his clothes.
“I want to. It’s your stuff, I don’t want to- I don’t know. Break it?” Shuichi shrugs, face burning as Kokichi laughs again, less teasingly and with genuine happiness.
“How sweet of you~ taking my clothes off so nicely so you can tongue my clavicle!” Shuichi blushes harder, eyebrows furrowing as Kokichi teases. A pale finger hooking around the collar of his shirt, tugging it down more to reveal the recovering bruises Shuichi left a few nights ago.
Shuichi stares, blinking at the dark bruises littering Kokichi’s throat, before looking up at the boy. Kokichi’s index now pushing the underside of his chin, eyes locked to Shuichi’s as he smiles.
“Can I take your blazer off?” Shuichi nods, an excess of saliva building in his mouth. Kokichi grins, undoing the first few buttons hastily, before spreading his hands over the expanse of Shuichi’s chest over his dress-shirt. Shuichi swallows hard.
Kokichi watches as Shuichi hurries to pull his arms out of the blazer sleeves, tossing it off of the bed quickly, wasting no time to put his hands back on Kokichi’s hips. Kokichi’s grinning, running his hands down Shuichi’s arms and back up to his shoulders.
“You’re such a pretty boy, Saihara-chan” Shuichi flusters, tilting his head back as Kokichi works on the top few buttons of his under-shirt. Getting only a few undone before he’s pressing his mouth to the exposed skin.
“You’re just saying that” Kokichi’s giggling against his neck, lips moving over Shuichi’s pulse as he speaks. Kokichi nips at Shuichi’s neck, sucking a bruise under Shuichi’s jaw.
“I mean that. You’re a really attractive guy, everything about you is nice.” Kokichi pulls back, tugging at Shuichi’s left hand and pressing their palms flat together. A blush spreading across Shuichi’s face as he stares. Shuichi’s hands are visibly larger, both their fingers are fairly thin, but Shuichi’s palm alone could engulf one of Kokichi’s fists.
“You’re driving me insane.” Shuichi pleads, intertwining their fingers and tugging Kokichi’s body forward with a soft pull. Kokichi grins triumphantly, pressing his chest to Shuichi’s.
“Am I?” Shuichi nods, eyes hooded as he moves back hands back to Kokichi’s hips, subconsciously gravitating towards them. Kokichi uses his hand to pull his own hair to the side, tilting his head to the side to give Shuichi access to the faded red and purple skin. “Go ahead. I know you want to.”
And Shuichi does. He wants to taste every inch of Kokichi’s body, learn what makes the boy tic, what will make him as much of a mess Shuichi is. Kokichi bites his lip, tilting his head more as Shuichi’s presses his tongue to Kokichi’s throat. Working his mouth over the skin teasingly before sucking the paleness between his teeth, swiping his tongue over the bruise forming and pulling away.
Shuichi loses himself in Kokichi, trailing his tongue across the boy’s neck and down to his collarbones. Shuichi nips at the skin covering Kokichi’s upper chest, licking into the dips of Kokichi’s body. Shuichi laps at the shadows in his skin, pressing wet kisses back up to the boy’s neck, smiling to himself when Kokichi shudders and moves his hands to grip Shuichi’s shoulders.
Kokichi pushes their hips together harshly, biting back moans with each hickey Shuichi leaves, his neck becoming a canvas for Shuichi’s mouth. Purple, red, and blue splash over Kokichi’s body, down his chest and into the shirt covering him. Shuichi can feel himself strain in his pants, the steady rock of Kokichi’s hips doing nothing to help.
Shuichi squeezes his eyes shut, panting out into Kokichi’s throat before grabbing the boy and pushing him onto his back. Kokichi gasps, legs wrapping around Shuichi’s waist in a desperate attempt to keep himself steady. A low groan rising in Kokichi’s throat as Shuichi presses the front of his pants against Kokichi’s erection, his legs spread invitingly.
Kokichi’s eyes roll back into his head, hands fisted in the back of Shuichi’s shirt as the boy continues to lick and suck at his neck, practically fucking Kokichi through their clothes as he pushes his clothed cock against him. The position, the rough snaps of Shuichi’s hips, the tongue pressing to his neck, all of it becoming too much too quickly. Kokichi’s thighs squeeze shut, cheeks burning a bright red as Shuichi bites his neck again. Teeth bared around the side of his throat, a pleasant firmness that makes Kokichi feel dizzier than he already is.
Shuichi’s hips push forward harder, leaning on his forearm while his other hand grips Kokichi’s waist. The boy beneath him gasping and writhing in pleasure, legs squeezing and kicking softly. Shuichi pulls away from Kokichi’s neck, pushing himself back softly, making sure their hips are connected. Shuichi slides his hands under Kokichi’s shirt, lifting it up to the boy’s chest.
“ What are you doing? Keep going -“ Kokichi cuts himself off with a girly squeal, body leaning into the hot warmth on his waist. Shuichi’s tongue licking at the dip in his torso, biting at the sensitive skin with clear intention to make a mark.
Kokichi’s hands dig in Shuichi’s shoulders, eyes wide as his back arches off the bed. Shuichi’s sucking hickies into his waist, a side of his body now bitten and bruised. Shuichi’s tongue apologetically massages the blooming color, kissing over to the other side. Kokichi feels all the air in his lungs leave as Shuichi marks the other side of his body. Teeth and tongue working together to suck a deep bruise on Kokichi’s skin.
Kokichi moans, hand tightening and releasing Shuichi’s shirt, torn between leaning into the touch and squirming away. Soft kisses are trailed down his stomach now, tongue following shortly after, all the way down to the ‘V’ of his hips. Shuichi’s hands slide under his body, pulling his pelvis up into Shuichi’s mouth, holding Kokichi in place.
Shuichi’s tracing the soft lines of Kokichi’s hips, reveling in every whine and moan that encourages his mouth further. Shuichi has half-a-mind to pull Kokichi’s pants off and let his tongue go further, down to the sweet untouched pale skin connecting Kokichi’s legs to his hips.
Kokichi’s gasping out, one hand now fisted in Shuichi’s hair as the boy nips at his skin. His legs tremble, shaking pathetically as Shuichi sucks more hickies right above his waistband. His tongue mercilessly pressing into the dips leading straight to Kokichi’s..
KNOCK KNOCK
“Yo, Shuichi!” Shuichi’s eyes go wide, staring at Kokichi who’s panting, red in the face. Another rapt to Shuichi’s door has him scrambling to adjust himself, placing Kokichi’s hips delicately back to the bed before hopping off the mattress.
“ Fuck. Fuck. Always fucking something. I can’t even-“ Shuichi’s growling under his breath, snagging his blazer off the floor and tying it around his waist, pacing slightly. Kokichi sits back on his hands, raising his eyebrows at Shuichi who’s fumbling to cover his own erection with his uniform. Kokichi bites back a laugh, earning a pointed glare from Shuichi, causing his shoulders to shake slightly from held back giggles.
“Dude? You in there? Me and Maki-roll been waitin’ on you.” Kaito’s voice calls out again from behind the door, Shuichi adjusts himself once more before responding back.
“Yeah! Be right there!” Kokichi grins, eyes following Shuichi as the boy walks over to the door. Embarrassment flooding his cheeks when Kokichi laughs into his palm. “ Oh shut it!”
Kokichi’s smile widens, making a zipper-like motion with his hand, tossing the imaginary metal away with a flick of his fingers. Shuichi stumbles over to the door, opening it with a forced smile and laugh.
“There you are dude! Are you feelin’ alright? You look red… and bruised.” Shuichi’s eye twitches as he laughs out again nervously, scratching the back of his neck as Kaito looks over his body.
“Yeah... I’m fine! Give me a few and I’ll be right there, promise.” Shuichi promises, hoping Kaito won’t question the sweat dotting his brow or the tremor in his hands.
“No worries, sidekick. Don’t strain yourself. See you in five?” Shuichi nods, bowing slightly as he pushes his blazer down further, pulling his hips back.
Kokichi watches as Shuichi waves Kaito bye, sitting on his knees and peering around the shelf to watch the exchange. Adrenaline pumping through his veins as he watches Shuichi close the door with a sigh, locking it and turning back to Kokichi.
“Jesus christ.” Kokichi laughs loudly, stretching his arms out invitingly as Shuichi walks back to the edge of the bed. Quickly falling into Kokichi’s embrace, pushing the boy back against the bed while he rests his head on Kokichi’s chest.
“You’re becoming a better liar, Shuichi! Maybe I’m rubbing off on you~.” Kokichi teases, playing with Shuichi’s hair as the boy groans out frustratedly.
“I hope so. I don’t know what I’d do if Kaito found out I…” Shuichi trails off, cheeks burning at the implication of his own words. The thought of one of their classmates walking in on them causing a nervous sweat to break out over his body.
“What? If he found out you had a boy in your room? How scandalous~!” Kokichi teases more, giggling as Shuichi sits up and stares down at him. Shuichi’s feet flat on the ground as he leans over the edge of the bed. Kokichi squirms as Shuichi rests his hands on Kokichi’s waist, thumbing at the marks over his clothes. “You better get a move on though, Kaito did say five minutes.”
Shuichi groans again, begrudgingly pulling away from Kokichi’s body. Hands lingering a second longer on the boy’s body before he’s walking over to his drawyers.
“You think they’d let me skip it?” Kokichi grins, sitting up, swinging his feet back and forth over the edge of the bed. Shuichi shuffles through his clothes, pulling out a pair of gray workout shorts and a tanktop.
“Maki? Maybe. Kaito? Never in a million years. You could be down with the flu and he’s ask you to at least watch.” That earns a snort from Shuichi, eyes glancing over to Kokichi as he undoes the remaining buttons of his shirt.
“He really would.” Kokichi smiles, lips curling up as he blushes more, eyes raking down Shuichi’s chest as he shrugs his dress-shirt off.
“Can’t believe I’m getting dry humped into the mattress AND a strip-show all in one day! I must be one lucky guy, huh?” Shuichi rolls his eyes, tossing the tank top on and undoing his blazer wrapped around his waist. Grateful his issue had already seemed to die down just from talking with Kaito and nearly being caught. “And you left some pretty bruises all over my body~ I’m surprised with how low you went..”
Shuichi splutters, hands tightening around his shorts as he turns towards Kokichi. His mouth opens to apologize, words dying on his tongue at the sight of Kokichi pulling his shirt up, hand running down his body. Shuichi stares with wide eyes as Kokichi rubs at the bruises forming on either side of his waist. Already a deep red-ish purple forming, Shuichi’s stomach stirring excitedly at the sight of pale skin blooming with color.
“Maybe once you get back I’ll let you leave a few more. You didn’t seem done with me.” Kokichi laughs out, shirt falling back down as he moves his hands away. Leaning back on his palms while he catches Shuichi’s eye. Both of them staring for a second before Shuichi’s closing his mouth, suddenly consciously aware it’s been hung open this entire time. “ You weren’t done, were you ?”
“Uhm… I..” Kokichi claps, interrupting Shuichi effectively, a wide smile on his face as he blinks at the taller. Shuichi’s face burning up, a blush creeping down his neck.
“We can talk specifics when you’re back, wouldn’t want you walking around with a hard-on. Now, would we?” Shuichi nods, averting his gaze as he undoes his pants swiftly, mentally cursing himself for being so easily turned on.
“Yeah- Yeah. That’ll work.” Kokichi’s giggling, smiling at the way Shuichi flusters and stutters, struggling with his pants. Shuichi eventually gets his shorts on, keeping his eyes off Kokichi who he knows is staring.
Shuichi fumbles with his outfit, walking over to his closet to grab a pair of sneakers, slipping them on easily. Shuichi pulls himself together, taking two deep breaths in and out before turning back to Kokichi.
“Oh boy... You need some concealer.” Kokichi laughs out breathlessly, hiding his smile behind his fingertips. Shuichi tilts his head, a questioning look on his face as Kokichi taps his own bruised neck.
Shuichi’s eyes widen in understanding, quickly turning around to run to his bathroom. Kokichi laughs behind him as Shuichi hits the light-switch on, staring into the mirror hanging above the sink. A fairly sized mark right under his jaw, the perfect place for a hard to hide hickey .
“Kokichi!!” Shuichi screams, grabbing the small bag of makeup from under his sink, picking up the palette of creme color-correctors. Sending a mental ‘Thank you’ to Tsumugi for the gift, quickly rubbing green and yellow over the spot with his fingers.
“Don’t ‘Kokichi’ me! You leave so many on me! Like- all the time!” Shuichi’s brow furrows, tapping the color in and grabbing his concealer, unscrewing the top. Placing small dots of product to the bruise, using a beauty blender to cover up further.
“You wear a scarf all the time!” Shuichi whines back, hurriedly cleaning up and checking over himself. It isn’t the best job he’s done- but it’ll have to do.
Shuichi sighs, walking out of his bathroom quickly, praying that neither of his friends will notice or point it out. Kokichi sits on his bed, grinning proudly as he crosses his legs. Shuichi blinks at the boy, frustrated and glad all at the same time, walking towards the bed. Shuichi blanks on what to say more, heart racing as Kokichi tilts his head up.
“You didn’t do bad at all. Shame, really.” Kokichi blows a puff of air out onto the spot, causing Shuichi to shiver. “You wear hickies so nicely… it’s a shame your friends hate me. I can’t show you off!”
“They don’t hate you.” Shuichi sighs out, ruffling Kokichi’s hair before kissing the boy’s forehead. Kokichi blanks, eyes wide as he stares at the soft smile on Shuichi’s lips. “I have to go. I’ll be back in an hour.”
“I know..” Kokichi mumbles, face burning up as Shuichi cups his cheek, lingering for a second before pulling away. Kokichi watches as Shuichi walks right out the door, a sheepish grin on his face as he waves.
“Bye, Ouma!” Kokichi manages a small wave back, blinking owlishly at the door long after it closes. His fingertips pushing to the cheek Shuichi’s hand was on just minutes ago, missing the boy’s contact the second it disappears.
Bye..?