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The doorbell just happens to ring when Takumi is two full fingers deep inside himself and he just sighs at his luck. He wants to laugh but he just pulls his finger out and sticks them in his mouth before wiping them down on his sheets. The best cleaning he can do as he gets off his bed as the doorbell rings again.
“I'm coming! Ugh.” he calls as he steps up before pulling open the door. Takumi's slightly annoyed expression as he glances up is immediately pulled into a frown as he meets soft blue-ish eyes and a kind smile.
“Takumi. May I come in?” Eito asks with that horrible kind smile on his face, like an insect trying to deceive its prey with a web smelling of sugar and cleaning products. Honestly Takumi really didn't want to see Eito right now, or anyone for that matter. But he knew how Eito was, Takumi knew Eito wouldn't budge unless let in. “Yeah, sure. Whatever.” he bit out bitterly as he turned back and immediately sat down on his own bed.
It was so frustrating how gorgeous Eito is while being one of the worst people Takumi knows. His eyes follow the hooked slope of Eito's nose as the man clicks the door closed before turning back to Takumi with a kind smile. Eito looks soft and unassuming with his features and the baggy too large clothing which makes him seem smaller and more delicate than he actually is. It pisses Takumi off, but also leaves something heavy in the back of his throat. They don't speak as Eito carefully seats himself on the loveseat across from the bed, even when pretending to be small and weak Eito takes up a lot of space.
“So, what do you want, Eito? I know you aren't just here for nothing.” Takumi breathes out, he just wants to get back to jerking off. He wants Eito's gorgeous delicate facial features out of his room as soon as he can. So he's even more frustrated when Eito leans back into the loveseat and Takumi can feel the switch of Eito relaxing out of his horrible Love and Peace persona.
“Aw, can't I simply come over to see my favorite Leader?” Eito speaks teasingly as he throws his arm over the back of the loveseat. Takumi feels like he's being cannibalized as Eito looks at him from over the frame of his glasses, his gentle features now carrying something sharp and dangerous. “You seem more uncomfortable than usual Takumi, maybe you should clean your room. Maybe if it didn't stink so bad you'd feel better. But, ah it's not like you can just change how disgusting you really are.” he says before pushing himself up and walking up to Takumi, standing in between his legs. Gloved fingers grasping the string of Takumi's hoodie, wrapping it around his finger. Takumi swallows dumbly as Eito tugs the string, pulling it just almost taught. “Nothing to say?” Eito huffed out a laugh before continuing “So what did I interrupt, you were quicker than usual getting to the door. So you weren't sleeping for once.”
Takumi felt the equivalent of a cold bucket of water being dumped over his back, could Eito smell his arousal? He wasn't sure how different Eito's senses were compared to the rest of the SDU but it wasn't a stretch. But he must be flushed so much that it tells all just by the way the corners of Eito's mouth curl upwards.
Takumi has to try to defend himself but all he can stupidly come up with is “If you were thinking of me jacking off just say it. Wouldn't be the first time someone said it to my face.” he spits, nose scrunched up and cheeks so hot it feels like his ears might be burning too.
Eito pulled himself back, like he was burned. Pulling Takumi forward with a jerk, hoodie string still in his grasp. Takumi watched disgust color Eito's stunning features, twisting them up into something almost monstrous as well as his smell almost. “You're a freak. I'm right to despise you. Just when I think you may be someone I might be able to tolerate you remind me how absolutely rotted your brain is.” he spat. Takumi swallowed, neck aching as he looked up at Eito and he snorted as he reached out to steady himself on Eito's thigh. Pressing back as Eito's grasp slipped from the white hoodie string he had been grasping.
Takumi then fully pushed off Eito's thigh, flopping backwards onto his bed. “Can't you shut up. You've listened to worse from the other members. I know you can keep your mouth shut.” he spoke at Eito.
“If you aren't, you can leave. After all, you're just so disgusted by me jerking off. You got me in one, you always do. I just have to get back to making myself come as hard as possible, you did happen to interrupt me.” Takumi spoke as the words spilled out of his mouth faster than he could process them, egging on Eito's disgust of him. He pushed up on his elbows now, to get a look at Eito as he spoke his next words “I need to come so bad I think I just get back to it right here and now.”
Eito looked as disgusted as Takumi had expected, face scrunched up and teeth bared. But something worried Takumi because he could see the cogs turning in Eito's head as the man forced his expression to relax. “Okay, then don't mind me. I'm feeling pretty lonely, no one wants to hang out with me Takumi. But I know I can trust you to not kick me out, even now.” Eito spoke, voice cloying and sickly sweet with gentleness. Takumi's nostrils flared as Eito stepped around to the side up the bed and took a seat at the edge near the top, gloved hands neatly falling between his knees.
“Are you going to watch?” Takumi bit, face heating up once again. He knew Eito thought he would be catching his bluff but he couldn't let that happen. Especially as he watched Eito nod, lashes fluttering against cheek under his pristine glasses.
Takumi knew how this would go, they'd keep pushing each other until the other gave in and would admit defeat. So he pushed his hoodie up and started to unbutton his pants, flopping back down and craning his head so he could watch Eito. “If you're going to watch, at least give me something to look at.” Takumi spoke, watching Eito's carefully manicured expression twitch.
Honestly Takumi didn't expect shit all from Eito so he was a little surprised as he watched him unzip his jacket. But that little surprise went from core clenching arousal in a swift moment because Eito wasn't wearing his usual long sleeve under that big jacket. Takumi let out a stupid puff of hot air from his mouth as he took in the sight of Eito in a t-shirt of all things and not a baggy one at that. One that fit. Fit too well because Takumi was reminded of how muscular Eito was, it wasn't like Takemaru levels but it also wasn't that far off compared to the rest of the SDU. Why did Eito have to be so hot, it's always the worst people.
“Ugh, close your mouth.” Eito spoke, voice still sugary despite the words and disgust. So Takumi swallowed the thick saliva filling his mouth as his eye caressed the curves Eito's biceps. “Get to work.” Eito added a little more bitingly. Takumi could only dumbly nod before wiggling his pants and underwear down to mid thigh.
His ears were burning as he turned his vision downward, his wet sticky arousal clung gently to his inner thighs and his cunt couldn't help but clench a little as the mattress shifted a bit behind him. Takumi's had fantasies that have involved Eito before. But that was long ago when he thought his kindness was genuine, he wouldn't have any fantasies of this Eito behind him. But even Takumi couldn't fall for the idea of pushing away the idea of how hot this was and how hot it could be.
But this was to make Eito uncomfortable, he couldn't just get off. So Takumi steeled his resolve and craned his head back, finding Eito much closer than he was before. Now Eito was maybe a handful of inches away looking on with curiosity and disgust. “Oh? Back to looking at me then. It's a shame really, if you weren't so hideous I'd think you'd even be cute like this.” he says, brushing pale hair behind the even paler skin of his ear. Takumi can see the flush on Eito's skin that he might not even realize is there as that fuels the next words that fall from his lips.
“Eito, please. If-if you're going to be here…can't you at least call me pretty and cute and all those other things.” It comes out more stilted than Takumi wanted, but more than whiny enough as he grinds two of his fingers down into his clit. It forces a hard embarrassing breath out of him but he just flutters wet lashes at Eito. It's hard to shove away the thoughts he's had before of Eito fucking him into this bed, but they are so different now. That Eito was kind and slow, this Eito is cruel and mean and the fantasy twists into something dirty and new that's never been in Takumi's mind before.
Eito lets out a laugh of disbelief, but gloved hands reach over and the feeling of one running through Takumi's hair makes this all the more real for the both of them as the other pushes at Takumi's shoulder. “Sit up.” Eito gently demands. Takumi does, fingers gliding and grinding down on his folds as he does. The hands are still on him but after Eito lets out a content hum they're gone.
Takumi watches as Eito starts to undo his own shoe laces, pulling each shoe off one at a time. Eito's shoes coming off makes Takumi realize that it's all really happening, what started as something to get Eito off his back is turning into something out of one of the eroges he's been forced to hear about. So as Eito starts to sit upright again Takumi desperately starts to push his underwear and pants the rest of the way off. Eito's actually going to fuck him. Takumi's never felt like this before, he can barely breathe through the mix of the lump of dread in his throat and the animalistic need to have Eito inside him now.
He must look stupid to Eito, who looks surprisingly relaxed as he pulls himself fully on the bed and leans back against the headboard and pillow. He feels stupid honestly as he twists and basically scurries on all fours up the bed to Eito. Pale eyes dragging across Takumi's exposed skin, nose scrunching. “Well. If you're going to debase yourself so much, Takumi. Just get it over with and finish stripping.” Eito speaks, the edge of disgust doesn't even cut through Takumi's desire and instead adds fuel to the fire. Takumi's happy to strip bare for Eito, he can't tell when it changed but it doesn't matter now when his brain is too stuffed with the thought of Eito.
Takumi needed everything off now, so he pulled his hoodie off over his head. Skin slick with sweat as his thumbs slipped under the band of his sports bra next as he pulled that off too. His hairline soaked with sweat, and he's not even sure if he's fully aware of it. All his brain processes is Eito's gloved hand taking him by the jaw.
Eito himself is surprised by how quickly this has gone off the rails, Takumi is hot to the touch even through his gloves. It's feverish and disgusting. But he can feel the rare coils of arousal starting to bite at him as he drags his gloved hand along Takumi's jaw. Like this Eito thinks Takumi almost looks like an angel, disgusting and wrong yet so appealing that his heart kicks at his chest. Threatening to shatter his ribcage as Takumi drools over his hand like a mutt getting attention for the first time. It's odd how cloying Eito finds Takumi's scent. It's still not completely bearable but it's different in a way he's trying to wrap his head around.
Takumi leaned forward and just before his lips brushed against Eito's, fingers dug into his jaw and held him in place. Pastel eyes and long lashes digging into Takumi's being with contempt and even some discomfort. “No. I know you can be a good boy-” Eito spoke but was interrupted by the press of Takumi's mouth against his, stopping him from speaking further. The pressure of Takumi's plush wet lips against Eito's own mouth made bile fill the back of his throat but he stayed still for a moment. It was at the prod of Takumi's gross tongue Eito pulled back, banging his head against the metal bed frame with a hiss.
Eito snarled, “You really can't hold yourself back, can you? You truly are the lowliest member of the unit. At least Kyoshika can keep it to herself and she is the most vile of all of you.”
Takumi groaned “Just get to the part where you fuck me, that's why you stayed after all. I don't care if you won't kiss me as long as you stick your dick in me already.” he said, moving his hands towards Eito's crotch. Gloved hands grasping at Takumi's wrists, encircling them like manacles. “I didn't stay to fuck you.” Eito spat.
“Yes you did. There was no other reason to stay. You took off your shoes and made yourself comfortable on my bed.” Takumi responded, sweat dripping down his back while all he wanted to do is have Eito inside him in some way but of course he was making it difficult.
Eito loosened his grip on Takumi's wrists with a sigh “I won't properly have sex with you. But if you are so desperate I may as well give you a hand.” he spoke, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep his face from flushing as Takumi looked almost proud of himself. “Okay.” Takumi breathed out, he could hear his heart pounding so hard it felt like he might have a heart attack.
“We are going to switch positions, you will be under me. I don't want you touching me so, I instead want you grasping the headboard of your bed.” Eito spoke, starting to pull himself out from under Takumi, sliding off the side of the bed. It was hard to not be amused as he watched Takumi quickly lay down on his back.
Eito blinked away tears that threatened to bitterly spill, he knew realistically that Takumi must look lovely like this. That he should be so turned on that he can't think or something of the like, but his mind fought back much too strongly for this to be enjoyable. It was a shame really. Eito wouldn't mind being inside Takumi but the thought of the grasping wet muscle around his bare shaft was almost too much, it left him on the verge of vomiting. But he had practice with that feeling, so Eito took a breath and pulled himself on the bed next to Takumi.
His gloved hand immediately found the softness of Takumi's lower stomach, it made his fingers twitch. But Takumi let out a breath and spoke “Are you going to use your hands?” he asked.
Eito sighed with a roll of his eyes “Yes. This is as far as I will go with you, the gloves of course will stay on. I refuse to get your disgusting juices on me.” he speaks, dragging his fingers down lower. Takumi hisses at the feel of soft leather against his clit, but his hips buck as Eito presses firm circles messily against his clit.
When Takumi glances up at Eito he can see that Eito isn't looking at him. Even though he understands it makes something similar to dread pool along with arousal in his stomach. But he can't focus on that as Eito's fingers twitch as he brings them lower, they prob gently and unsure. It makes Takumi realize that of course Eito doesn't have any experience in this and words fall from his lips without thought “You're doing so good, keep going.”
The hard twitch that comes from Eito's hand leaves Takumi letting out a puff of surprise as gloved fingers press firmly against his swollen folds. After a moment Eito keeps probing, fingers finding Takumi's entrance. Takumi has to hold back a too pleased smile as Eito looks down cautiously for confirmation, so Takumi just raises his browns and that's all Eito seems to need as he carefully pushes one finger inside of Takumi. It's not a lot, at least for Takumi so he just lets out a relieved sigh at the penetration. His body going lax as Eito presses his finger in and out awkwardly. Eito's lucky he's one of the hottest people Takumi knows or he would be gasping for more. But he's happy to just stare at Eito, just looking at him makes Takumi feel all the more desperate and needy for attention. He knows reasonably he must be disgusting to Eito right now, his skin is so hot he must be flushed all over and that's not even considering all the sweat Takumi knows he's producing.
Takumi lets out a hard breath as Eito wedges in a second finger “Fuck, good boy. Keep going. Please.” he begs and Eito does happen to listen.
Takumi has never been finger fucked by anyone that wasn't himself and he didn't realize how different it would be. Eito's finger pressed so deep, even while his wrist was at an awkward angle and desperately trying to make skin on skin contact.
Eito shifted closer, thigh pressed against Takumi's bare thigh as he started to truly finger fuck him. It was good but it wasn't enough to get Takumi all the way, so he slid his own hand down his stomach as played with his clit firmly. Fingers grinding down as Eito's fingers dug deep inside of Takumi. He was close. His breathing was heavy.
It was embarrassing what pushed Takumi over the edge. Of course it had to be Eito shifting, Takumi wasn't sure if barely there drag of Eito's clothed erection against his naked sweaty thigh was on purpose but it left his hips jumping desperately as he clenched hard around Eito's fingers.
It seemed to shock Eito, pulling his fingers out quickly and almost desperately as too thin wet liquid spilled messily from Takumi's cunt. The bedspread was already damp from Takumi's sweat but this soaked part of the bed sheets, leaving Eito deeply uncomfortable and desperate to leave.
Takumi just sighed deeply as Eito pulled away, desperately yet carefully stripping his gloves off his hands and dropping them on the end of the bed. Even while Eito was bent over digging through the pockets of his jacket Takumi thought he looked lovely, especially when he could see the sweat clinging to Eito's pale hairline and where right between Eito's shoulder blades his shirt was slightly damp with sweat. It was a side of Eito that Takumi had never seen before. To Takumi Eito was always perfect and sterile. So Takumi watched as Eito tore open a small packet of disinfectant cloth and wiped down his arms and hands before pulling out another set of gloves. Honestly Takumi shouldn't be surprised, realistically it makes sense for Eito to have spare on hand.
But Takumi doesn't have the energy to really say anything about it as Eito takes out a small plastic snack bag and uses the disinfectant cloth to stuff his dirty pair of gloves into the bag before carefully sealing it. It's a cute sight.
Eito's prepped to leave, it's clear as he pulls on his shoes and heads for the door.
“I had fun Eito, I'll make sure to keep my room stocked with condoms so if you ever want to properly fuck me you can.” Takumi teases. All he gets is a shaky tired sigh and a smell that reminds Takumi of distress, Eito not even facing him as he leaves. Door closing hard behind him as he escapes Takumi's room.
Takumi knows Eito would never stay no matter what, no matter how much he wants him to.