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“I know what you’re thinking, Shuichi.” Shuichi’s spine stiffens, causing the boy to shoot upright as his hand stills on Kokichi’s waist. Kokichi’s tucked to his side, purple locks of hair folded between Shuichi’s chest and Kokichi’s cheek. “Just do it already, I’m getting bored of this.”
Kokichi means for his words to come out as a demand, blunt and sharp- he’s horrified to hear the desperate whine that spills past his lips and curls around Shuichi’s fingers. A disgusting burning desire swirling in his stomach, making each word he says hold a little too much sincerity and honesty, it makes Kokichi shiver.
“Okay-“ Kokichi learned quickly that Shuichi, when invited, doesn’t hesitate to turn and drag his hands over Kokichi’s body. It’s almost funny how quickly the reserved detective looses his cool, unfocused hazy eyes that would make anybody fold in half if the gaze was directed towards them.
Kokichi’s happy that Shuichi’s eyes are on him, and no one else.
“No hesitation there, huh? How long were you sitting there just daydreaming?” Shuichi whines lowly, right into Kokichi’s throat while he turns his entire body to loom over the boy beneath him. Feverish pale skin had long been open for Shuichi’s eyes alone, his checkered scarf discarded somewhere nearby. Realistically beside his shoes which he kicked off the second he entered Shuichi’s dorm tonight. Kokichi’s breath catches in his chest, aching to feel more of Shuichi, anywhere he can. Nimble tanned fingers joining the lips kissing over his pulse.
“A while.” Kokichi’s back arches into the touch as Shuichi lowers his mouth to Kokichi’s collar bones, nipping at the pale skin covering bone. Shuichi’s blatant honest response causes a chain-reaction of shivers wracking through Kokichi’s body, tingling from the crown of his head down to his fingertips. Adrenaline already pumping through his veins from Shuichi’s hands and mouth alone.
“A silent pervert, hmm? I never would’ve guessed!” Kokichi snickers, his thighs itching to close around Shuichi’s waist as the taller settles between them, hands running down Kokichi’s sides. “What were you imagining, detective?”
“All kinds of stuff. You- uhm.. you sounds really nice.” Shuichi’s stutter will melt away soon enough, disappear with his nerves and awkwardness, just to be replaced by typical gentleness and stability. Kokichi knows it will, from the amount of times he’s seen it, he knows Shuichi will shake off his shyness the second Kokichi’s mask falters and falls.
“Like what?” It always ends like this, no matter where they are. Kokichi ends up in Shuichi’s arms, gasping and biting at skin, his hips being pulled back and forth until he’s shaking under the touch. Shuichi will either finish shortly after, or get too focused on Kokichi to remember his own problem is straining in his pants.
“You want me to tell you-?!” Shuichi squeaks, eyes wide while he continues to thumb and rub at Kokichi’s waist over his shirt. Shuichi pulls back in the shortest distance possible to lock eyes with Kokichi, sandy gray and dotted with hues of gold, Kokichi knows his eye color far too well.
“Why not? Tell me how you want me.” Kokichi dramatically extends his arms above his head, arching his back and locking his wrists together, grinning as Shuichi clearly enjoys the view he’s given. Purring the last few words out to get the full effect, Shuichi predictably melts at the sultriness of it all.
“I was just thinking about going a bit further… nothing else…” Kokichi fights off the confusion threatening to spill over his face, wiggling his hips down into Shuichi’s lap while the boy atop him whines from the contact.
“How far are you thinking? Finally going to rail me into your mattress?” Kokichi isn’t sure he’s prepared for that jump in whatever-this-is, the over the clothes grinding has been more than perfect for Kokichi, being bare and open like that carries a certain honesty that’s expected of him. That’s far too much and too quick.
“God, no.” Kokichi can feel his nose scrunch up as he recoils, what a quick response. Only softening a bit as Shuichi holds his hands up in mock surrender, quickly tacting on. “Not that I don’t want to! I just don’t think I can handle that yet…”
Kokichi despises the way his features visibly relax, his heart unclenching in his chest, Shuichi’s hands returning to his waist comfortingly. Kokichi’s heart racing as his brain jogs up to the conversation at hand, ‘ yet’ ?
“That’s okay, right?” Shuichi asks hesitantly, his hands are clammy and riddled with sweat, Kokichi notes as the heat from his palms spreads up through his shirt.
“Of course that’s okay. I’m down to do whatever you want to do. I promise.” Kokichi assures, swallowing down the urge to backtrack and run away from the seriousness of the entire situation. The conversation is starting to sound like promises, assuring each other that they’ll stay and continue to rely on one another for dizzying touches and kisses down their bodies.
“I just wanted to check and make sure. I want you happy too, Ouma..” Ouma, Ouma-kun, Ouma, Ouma-kun Ouma-kun Ouma. It’s always that and never just Kokichi .
“Like I said- whatever you want.” Maybe he’s being a bit too generous, Shuichi looks absolutely confused on where to start. He’s just sat between Kokichi’s legs staring down at the colorful buttons of the boy’s shirt, dumbly glaring at the fabric like it’ll give him a hint of what to do.
Kokichi quickly gets bored of waiting for movement, rather urgently tossing his shirt over his head and onto Shuichi’s floor. Fisting the bottom of his shirt into his hands and ripping the white fabric up and over his body, the cool air from Shuichi’s AC nipping at his warm skin. Shuichi takes his actions as an invitation to do the same, fumbling with his blazer buttons and pulling it off his shoulders. Working quickly on the undershirt he always wears, unbuttoning the pale cream buttons and rolling his shoulders out of the sleeves. Shuichi tosses his clothes to the side, mirroring Kokichi actions, leaving them both bare chested in their pants.
An embarrassing few beats of silence pass, with Kokichi biting the inside of his cheek and just admiring the small, barely visible, scars and imperfections on Shuichi’s torso. Kokichi inhales sharply, bracing himself as he begins to undo his own belt, easily pulling the leather through the loops. Shuichi’s eyes widen in interest, shamelessly looking Kokichi up and down as the boy wiggles out of his white strapped bottoms, revealing striped boxers.
“Do you plan on doing the same, or making me wait all night?” Shuichi swallows hard, his hands tentatively reaching out for Ouma’s barely clothed hips. Kokichi’s body stutters up into the touch, his skin feeling hotter and hotter under Shuichi’s palms.
“You’re so small…” A shiver works down Kokichi’s body, from his head down to his lower back, sparks of red bright pleasure traveling in his nerves. Shuichi blinks down at Ouma’s hips before looking up and locking eyes with the boy, Kokichi blinks back.
“Pants-?” Kokichi’s voice gives out, wobbling on the vowel and cracking towards the end, embarassment fluttering in his stomach. Shuichi doesn’t tease, however, despite the obvious fact that Kokichi 100% would if the roles were reversed right now.
Shuichi just pulls away, unbuttoning his pin-striped bottoms and sliding them down to his knees. Kokichi grins as Shuichi fights to rid himself of the clothing, shaking out one leg to push the pants all the way off the bed and onto the floor. Kokichi tries to ignore the way his heart swells at the sight of Shuichi’s clothes tossed onto the floor beside his own. Like dominos- black circular patterns atop a white background.
“Can I really do anything I want? Is that okay…?” Kokichi’s body flares up in cold sweat and chills, excited and unprepared and scared and ready all at the same time. Shuichi manages to return back to his previous position, wearing only his boxers- with how tight they are he might as well be wearing nothing. Kokichi flusters at his own thoughts, averting his eyes from the shadowed bulge where they were very obviously staring.
“I mean it. Anything at all.” Kokichi busies himself with wiggling his hips towards Shuichi’s, rolling down on the taller boy’s clothed cock. Shuichi’s hands tighten on Kokichi’s waist, quickly loosening and thumbing at the already faded white print left there. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
“I wouldn’t ever-” Shuichi assures quickly, rubbing his thumbs over the waistband of Kokichi’s boxers soothingly. The slight contact of Shuichi’s hands pressed into his hips, dipping dangerously low between his legs, has stray embers of fire fluttering around in Kokichi’s chest.
“I know. That’s why I’m telling you that you can do anything you want to me.” Kokichi’s voice is sincere, his eyes glossed over with want as he raises his hips invitingly. Shuichi’s fingers hook under his waistband, slowly pulling them over Ouma’s thighs with care. Kokichi watches as Shuichi’s eyes widen at the sight of his, unsurprisingly hard and wet with pre-cum.
“Can I…?” Shuichi trails off, pursing his lips nervously as he pulls Kokichi’s boxers to one ankle, letting the striped fabric dangle. Kokichi shudders, spreading his legs further apart for Shuichi’s eyes, desperate for any attention and affection.
“You don’t have to ask. Go ahead.” Kokichi rolls his wrist in a ‘continue’ motion, Shuichi’s head bowed pathetically as he runs a thumb up the side Kokichi’s cock. The feeling causes Kokichi to flinch, hands fisted in the sheets as Shuichi continues to touch experimentally.
Kokichi can only squeeze his eyes shut and pray, Shuichi’s hands quickly exploring and learning every bit of sensitive skin that pulls moans from his throat. Kokichi’s given no time to recover or focus, barely getting a word in before Shuichi’s swiping a thumb over his tip and rubbing the sticky liquid down his dick. Each jerk of Shuichi’s hand has Kokichi reeling with desire, his legs shaking as his hips nearly give out from bucking up into the closed fist working down his cock.
Kokichi sobs as Shuichi squeezes softly, tightening his grip ever so slightly. Kokichi’s knuckles turn white, the sheets beneath him bundled up in his palm as he yanks and pants out, gasping as his body tenses up. Shuichi’s hand slows, focusing more on feeling up his body than getting him off, unknowinly bringing Ouma so close to the edge and stopping. Kokichi squirms, rolling his hips up as he gasps, his spit sticky and clinging to the roof of his mouth.
“Keep going.” Kokichi manages past his gasps, hissing slightly as Shuichi’s hand trails down the back of his thigh, fingers poking at his entrance. Kokichi’s noise of disapproval quickly grounds Shuichi, spitting onto his fingers before pressing them back into the muscle. Kokichi’s head spins dizzily at the sight, Shuichi’s middle and ring finger shiny with saliva.
Kokichi’s back flexes as he curls his hips up towards Shuichi’s prodding middle finger, pushing back onto the intrusion. Shuichi takes his time pushing and pulling out, stretching Kokichi out the best he can with only spit as lubricant. Kokichi’s insides are warm and velvety, tightening around Shuichi’s finger as the boy begins to jerk him off again. Kokichi quickly moves his hands to cover his mouth, groaning out and whining despite his best efforts to bite them back. Shuichi’s gaze focused in on his body, watching intently at each reaction he receives with the motions.
Shuichi curls his middle finger up, rubbing softly at the bundle of nerves inside Kokichi’s body and smiling at the loud gasp and moan he’s given in return. Kokichi winces as Shuichi continues to massage the tip of his finger over the spot, a familiar heat coiling in the lower part of his stomach.
“Keep going! Don’t stop-!” Kokichi babbles nonsensically, his hands reaching out to Shuichi’s shoulders and clinging on, his bitten nails creating crescents on Shuichi’s skin.
Shuichi continues as he’s instructed, leaning over Kokichi’s body as he continues to use both his hands to bring him closer to the edge. Shuichi’s deathly silent, only whining out as Kokichi’s nails drag down the front of his chest. Kokichi’s eyes are wide and blown out, struggling to keep his composure with Shuichi’s hand working over his dick and inside his body. Shuichi tentatively pulls his middle finger back, pushing it back in with his ring finger, stretching the smaller boy out with only a bit of resistance.
Kokichi writhes in place, torn between bucking his hips up to meet Shuichi’s hand or grinding down onto the fingers creating a dizzying burn inside him from the stretch. Shuichi’s hands quickly find a good pace, thumbing over Kokichi’s tip and dragging the pre-cum beading there down the side, his fingers slowly rubbing and prodding at Kokichi’s prostate with a concerning amount of accuracy.
“Right there! God- yes!” Kokichi’s babbling, gasping out and slurring his words together. Shuichi seems to quickly catch on that Kokichi’s close, working his hands tirelessly and doubling down on his efforts. “That’s perfect! Yes-! Yes!”
The praise chanting out right into Shuichi’s ear has him throbbing in his boxers, whimpering into Kokichi’s neck as the boy beneath him wraps his legs around Shuichi’s waist. Kokichi’s back curls, pushing his hips up into Shuichi’s palm with a few weak thrusts before crying out, biting into the side of Shuichi’s throat while he claws down the taller’s back.
Shuichi’s fingers continue to work inside him, massaging his oversensitive walls and pressing up into his prostate. Kokichi sobs, Shuichi’s hand once wrapped around his cock now being used to pull down plaid boxers. Shuichi presses a quick kiss to Kokichi’s jaw, slowly pulling away to whisper in his ear, Kokichi’s teeth no longer biting into Shuichi’s throat.
“Anything, right? Anything at all?” Kokichi nods, too dizzy and buzzing with excitement to care anymore, his body shaking from overstimulation. Shuichi’s boxers drop to his knees, his dominant hand working over his own dick as he moves his fingers inside Kokichi again.
“Whatever you want- just don’t stop. This feels so good, Shu…” Kokichi mumbles, letting his eyes slip closed as Shuichi nuzzles into his neck, licking and biting at the faded bruises littering his throat. Soft massaging rubs being pressed to his walls as Shuichi continues to jerk himself off between Kokichi’s legs.
“Tell me if it’s too much… please-“ The first and only warning Kokichi gets before Shuichi’s fingers are slamming into him, curled upwards to hit that spot dead on. Shuichi jerks himself off in time with his fingers, panting and whimpering into Kokichi’s neck wetly.
Kokichi screams, his eyes shooting open as Shuichi presses into his body, pulling his fingers out slowly before pounding back in. The sharp thrusts burning Kokichi inside and back out, gasping Shuichi’s name while he’s dragged through hell on Earth. His body oversensitive and still new to the feeling of another person, his arms wrap around Shuichi’s chest, his hands digging into Shuichi’s shoulder blades while he’s fucked down onto his fingers.
Kokichi’s legs tighten around Shuichi’s waist, his knees pushed up to chest by Shuichi’s body, clinging close to Kokichi while he jerks himself off onto Kokichi’s stomach. Kokichi sobs as the fingers inside him pick up pace in time with Shuichi’s thrusts, clawing at his back and whining. Shuichi nips at Kokichi’s throat, keeping his mouth on Kokichi’s neck as he speaks.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry. I can’t stop… I’m too close. Please- I’m sorry.” Shuichi’s whimpering into Kokichi’s skin, kissing apologetically as he continues to pound his fingers into Kokichi’s body, mirroring the pace he’s jerking himself off with. Practically fucking Kokichi as he thrusts into his hand in time with his fingers, Kokichi drools at the thought of Shuichi inside him.
Shuichi’s palm hits Kokichi’s skin with each thrust, leaving a warm heated sensation on his skin. Kokichi finds himself wishing it were Shuichi’s hips instead, thrusting into him without a care for his oversensitive body. Kokichi knows Shuichi would care, though, even if Kokichi told him that he doesn’t mind being roughed up and used like that. Kokichi knows Shuichi would care- holding his waist, kissing down his chest, moaning his name, holding his thighs apart-
Kokichi sobs out, tears burning behind his eyes from overstimulation as he squirms and wiggles his hips back from the hand continuing to stretch and poke at his insides. Coming back to reality as Shuichi’s body shakes, pushing himself impossibly close to Ouma as he whines out more apologies, Kokichi’s nails leaving nasty red lines down Shuichi’s shoulder blades.
“I’m almost done. I promise- just a few more seconds. Please, sweetheart-“ Kokichi’s body wracks with shivers, tightening on the two fingers thrusting up inside him while he cums a second time. Being pushed over the edge from the pet name whined out for him, Shuichi’s voice meek and whiny. Only a few streaks of white taint his stomach while Shuichi begs and pleads into his throat, his vision whiting out as Shuichi ignores his orgasm and continues.
Shuichi keeps his grueling pace, maintaining a sharp rhythm before stilling his fingers inside Kokichi and thrusting into his hand sloppily. Kokichi twists his body sideways, sticky cum joining his own as Shuichi finishes. The boy atop him breathing hard and collapsing as Kokichi trembles, the two fingers inside him slowly rubbing back and forth as Shuichi comes back into consciousness.
Teasing soft touches inside him that have Kokichi squirming away, Kokichi cries, tears welling up in his eyes as he ducks his head into Shuichi’s shoulder. Kokichi’s gasping as the boy slowly drags his fingers all the way out, being overly careful with his trembling body. Kokichi shivers, clenching around nothing as the cum drying on his stomach leaves a cold feeling on his sweaty warm skin.
Shuichi kisses down Kokichi’s neck, slowly pulling back and peppering kisses over his jaw. Kokichi shudders, dazed and barely awake from their actions. Shuichi reaches over to his nightstand, wiping his hand clean with a tissue before tossing it to the side. Kokichi blinks slowly, letting out wordless little noises and hums when Shuichi rubs the back of his thighs.
“I’m gonna get a warm towel, okay? I’m not leaving you or anything like that, I just want to clean you up.” Kokichi nods, humming out in acknowledgement at Shuichi’s seriousness and question. Shuichi’s eyes scan over his face for a moment, quickly melting and leaning over to kiss Kokichi’s cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Kokichi lets his legs fall apart, laying fairly comfortably as Shuichi stands on shaky legs, fumbling to get his boxers up his legs as he walks to his dorm bathroom. Kokichi lets his mind fuzz out into nothingness, focusing on the warm sticky feeling between his thighs rather than the prickling guilty feeling rising in his throat. They shouldn’t be doing this.
Kokichi whines, squeezing his eyes closed and slinging an arm over his face. The sound of running water drowning out the emptiness forcing itself into Kokichi’s body, Shuichi’s footsteps approaching quickly before the bed dips with the weight of another person.
“Tell me if it’s too hot, okay?” Kokichi nods again, peering an eye out from under his forearm as Shuichi rubs a soft towel down his stomach firmly. It’s pleasantly warm, and Shuichi’s hands are just firm enough for the feeling to not tickle him. “Do you feel alright?”
“Sticky n’ warm.” Kokichi’s voice is high and needy, his brain returning to it’s soft stupidity with Shuichi’s return. The warm feeling between his legs and rubbing at his stomach quickly replaces the guilty reality threatening to crawl inside him.
Shuichi smiles, pulling the towel back and reaching for Kokichi’s boxers still dangled around his ankle. Kokichi shifts his legs together, raising his hips up for Shuichi to pull his boxers on. Kokichi’s grateful for the attentiveness of the boy in front of him, feeling instantly more comfortable with his body less bare.
“Good ‘sticky n’ warm’ or bad?” Kokichi giggles, his eyes hooded as he reaches out for Shuichi’s body, pulling the boy back on top of him. Shuichi wraps his arms around Kokichi’s waist quickly, rubbing his face into Kokichi’s chest with a smile.
“Good. All of that was good.” Kokichi mumbles happily, pulling Shuichi to turn on his side. Kokichi struggles to pull his legs straight again, slightly numb from being bent in half for so long, managing to curl up on his side. Shuichi’s arm slung over his waist while Kokichi tucks his head under Shuichi’s chin, relaxing easily into the comfort.
Shuichi says nothing, kissing at the crown of Kokichi’s head as he runs a hand down Kokichi’s side, taking a deep breath in and nuzzling into the soft purple strands of hair. Kokichi wiggles closer, tangling their legs together and letting his eyes slip closed.
Neither of them saying a word as Shuichi reaches behind Kokichi to pull the comforter over their bodies, pulling Kokichi close as they drift off.