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Haruka woke up to warmth on his back.
It takes him a moment to realize what's going on. He’s used to the covers wrapping him up, warm but not without the slight hit of cold from the surrounding air. This is notably different. Heat lingering from his spine, travelling up the muscles of his back and even wrapping around his front.
It's warm, nice in a way his mornings are usually not. The heat travels up the length of him and down to his toes, a warm press, comforting.
It's an arm, wrapping around him and resting at his front.
Haruka’s initial reaction is to panic. His eyes shoot open, breath caught in his throat, and his body tensing up to a rigid line. Ready to fight. It takes a moment of blinking and orienting himself to recognize the room he’s in. It’s Togame’s orange jacket strung up on the chair across the room, Togame’s scent mixed into the sheets he’s curled up in, and Togame’s arm wrapped around his waist.
Or he should say, Jo’s hand wrapped around him, though using the man’s given still makes him falter and blush.
With a heavy exhale he lets go of the breath he was holding in and forces his body to relax. This is fine, it’s different but it’s fine. This isn’t the first time he’s spent the night at Jo’s, granted it is the first he’s woken up completely engulfed by the other man.
It’s fine though, they’ve even kissed before, many times actually, so what is a little bit of touch? He’s not even doing anything, Togame’s body is just leaning on him, pressed against him but unmoving.
It’s totally fine and he understands that but it seems his body has not gotten the memo. The whole concept of touch and warmth is still new to him, and while he’s grown used to the hands of his peers resting on his shoulders or panting him on the back, Jo’s touches never fail to make his blood rush. Rush frantically through his beating heart, rush up to the pool and redden his cheeks, or rush down between his legs.
So while it’s completely fine, the hardness between his legs isn’t and Haruka is suddenly much too conscious of his choice of boxers and Jo’s shirt as his only sleeping attire. He’s also very much aware of how close Jo's arm rests to the building heat and how his legs twitch when Jo’s arm suddenly tightens.
“Why are you awake?” Haruka jolts at the sound of Jo’s voice. Gruff, deep, heavy with sleep.
“I—,” Haruka stammers, what is he supposed to say? His brain is working on reduced speed, still hasn’t fully processed the fact that he’s hard in Togame’s bed.
“It’s Sunday,” Jo shushes him and fuck, the low timber of Jo’s voice doesn’t help his situation. “Sleep.”
Haruka knows it’s not a school day, that’s not why he’s squirming under the covers. He’s straining against his boxers and uncomfortable and horny and he doesn’t know what to do.
“It’s Sunday,” Jo repeats when he doesn’t settle down, as if that’s the fucking problem. “Please,” Jo’s whispers brush against his skin and send goose bumps down his skin. “Stay, you’re so comfy.”
Jo pulls him in closer by the hand on his abdomen, rubbing his stomach and nuzzling his face into his hair, breathing in the scent of his shampoo. It’s sweet, cute enough that it’d send Haruka spiraling on a regular day, but Haruka can’t even appreciate his niceness because Jo’s hand brushes lower and he can feel him and now neither of them are moving.
It’s quiet for a second, he can’t even feel the rise of Jo’s chest behind him, and he’s genuinely about to kick him away when Jo breaks the silence with a chuckle.
“Oh baby,” He laughs, his hand moving up to rest on Haruka’s hip. “You should’ve just told me.”
Haruka thinks now's the moment he’d be released from his prison of heat and shame but Jo’s hand doesn’t leave him. No, it starts moving. Rubbing back and forth, slipping under his shirt, grazing the divot of his waist and his bare skin.
He’s frozen. Maybe all his blood distributed between his red face and his dick has left none for the rest of his limbs and he simply can’t move. And move where? Escape to the bathroom to jerk off while Togame lies here knowing what he’s doing? No, maybe he’ll just lock himself there and force his dick to go down.
Jo’s hand reaches his chest, brushing against his nipple. With the light touch of a fingertip, he rubs little circles on the nub and it feels good. He can’t help the way his back arches into the touch.
“Hmm, you like that?” Jo’s voice whispers right behind his ear and then he kisses up his neck. Soft open kisses that grow wetter and heavier.
He sucks at a spot below his ear and fuck, is he nibbling him? Press of teeth, suction to his neck and Jo’s pinching and rolling Haruka’s nipple to a red, sensitive mess; it’s all overwhelming but not enough at the same time and that’s confusing.
“Jo,” he whines, shame killing him as he does so.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Jo’s hand stops its abuse on his chest and trails lower, fingertips dragging down the planes of his abdomen and lower, reaching into his waistband. “Let yourself feel good.”
His hand is large and warm and his hold on him is so firm, Haruka can’t help the noises that leave his lips unwillingly. He can only shove his face into the pillow and succumb to the feeling.
The hand leaves for a second and Haruka is mortified by the whine he lets out because of it. Teased for so long and gone after only a taste. Jo shushes him and when he’s touching him again the hand is wetter and the glide is smoother.
His pace is slow, a firm grip upwards, a pass at his leaking tip, and a stroke downwards. Honestly his hand is not moving all that much, his hand is large enough to practically hold him full. While it makes him blush, Haruka can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed about his size when it feels so good to have every inch of his length covered. His hips buck up into the movement, it’s completely overwhelming yet his body chases after more.
He’s lost to the sensations, panting into the pillow and clenching at the sheets. He rocks his hips back when a swipe to his tip leaves him feels him feeling raw, and fuck, he can feel Jo’s hard length behind him and somehow that feels like a splash of cold water to the face.
“Ah, you’re also–,” it’s the first proper thing he’s said all morning and that makes him very aware of how the room is just filled with the sound of heavy breathes, wet smacks, the ruffle of sheets, and the noises spilling from his lips.
“Of course, how can’t I be with you all pretty under me?” He murmurs, words punctuated with a slow grind of his hips, his heavy heat digging into his ass.
“I– should I?” Haruka doesn’t even know what he’s offering but he’s reaching an awkward hand over behind him, acting without any thoughts beyond wanting Jo to feel good too and pure curiosity.
The other sucks in a deep breath and then Haruka is being manhandled, a hand on his shoulder pulling him back and onto his other side, facing Jo.
“Hold on,” He’s pulled into Jo’s chest with one hand, which he accepts graciously because the change in position happened way too fast and he does not want to imagine what his flushed, red face looks like.
Jo’s other hand is between them, pulling down the waistband of his own sweats and bringing them together.
“O-oh, fuck–,” Jo’s hot and heavy against him, it’s lewd and crazy and makes his head spin.
His hand wraps around them both and it's different from having the full span of his large palm to himself, it’s less but so much more because he can feel the weight of Jo against him and he’s thick and solid and his own cock is twitching against him.
He already feels so close. With the way Jo’s stroking and holding them both, pace slow but slowly growing faster and faster.
He can feel the heat radiating off Jo and the flex of muscles moving behind his shirt. It's an honest shame Jo didn’t go to sleep shirtless. Haruka feels like he’s suffocating, two shirts and the thin covers cover them, what was too little of a barrier last night when he fell asleep with pink tinting his cheeks now feels like way too much, but at least this gives him something to hold onto.
He keeps letting out little noises and pants and then he hears Jo above him and he sounds so good, grunting and calling his name.
There’s a pressure growing, it’s cool in feel, tingles running through his skin. It’s never felt this before, even the few times he’s touched himself late at night.
“Ngh, Jo,” He moans, breathy and uncontrolled. Haruka doesn’t know if Jo can even hear him with how his face is still buried into his chest, but he knows what to do. Maybe it’s the way Haruka’s legs twitch and body tensed that tip Jo off and make him move even faster. “I’m, ah, ah—“
“Haurka.”
He’s never felt sensations down to his toes, never had his voice leave him, never experienced anything quite like this. It’s new and a little scary how it’s all out of his hands, but he can't do anything except let the waves of pleasures run through him as Jo’s hand sends him over the edge.
He’s coming, and it’s wetter and louder and Jo’s hand doesn’t stop. Distantly he can hear Jo let out grunts and moans of his own, he’s probably come too but Haruka can’t know for sure yet, not when he’s still catching breath.
They lay there for a few minutes, sinking in each other's presence and comfort, Haruka enjoying the pull of Jo playing with his hair, before the heat genuinely does get to him and he feels a little too sweaty and sticky. He pushes away from Jo’s chest and makes proper eye contact with the other for the first time this morning.
“Hey,” Jo’s smiling, content and satisfied. “Good morning.”
He has dimples and he’s looking at him so intimately, what they just did was so intimate, Haruka hides his red face back into him so fast. He can feel Jo’s chest rumble with his chuckles and sure, it’s hot, but Haruka doesn’t think he’ll mind a few more minutes laying like this. Just a few more minutes.