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‘Hikaru’ is bored.
Yoshiki has been determined to beat a level of Pikmin that he has been stuck on for seemingly an hour, and ‘Hikaru’ is getting sick of watching him struggle. He lies on the couch with his head in Yoshiki’s lap, his favorite pillow, watching listlessly at yet another failed attempt to keep every little sprout alive until the end. He thinks to close his eyes and go to sleep, but he decides that a nap sounds somehow even more boring.
‘Hikaru’ doesn’t always mind when Yoshiki gets like this. He finds his obsessive, perfectionist personality to be just another part of what makes him wonderful. It makes him endlessly considerate towards others and drives him to accomplish his goals without hesitation. Tonight, though, ‘Hikaru’ finds it infinitely frustrating.
“How many more before ya start payin’ attention ta me?” ‘Hikaru’ whines, somewhat over-dramatically to emphasize his displeasure.
“Just one more… I feel like I figured out how ta do it this time,” Yoshiki defends. A glint of stoic determination shines in his eyes, which are still glued to the TV screen rather than the desperate boy in his lap.
“Ya said that like 5 tries ago… Yer not very good at this are ya,” ‘Hikaru’ mocks with a monotonous, listless tone, starkly contrasting his usual joking demeanor to properly convey his annoyance.
“Shut up… just one more go, I’ll get it this time,” Yoshiki brushes ‘Hikaru’ off, his mind too preoccupied with getting to the save point after this level to even consider stopping. He has a feeling he won’t be willing to stop until he beats it, no matter how many more tries it takes, which ‘Hikaru’ can tell all too clearly.
‘Hikaru’ thinks to get up and go to their room, resigning himself to his fate through passive-aggressive isolation, his boyfriend somehow more concerned with tiny plants on a screen than himself.
But Yoshiki is warm and comfortable, his scent familiar and calming. ‘Hikaru’ can’t bring himself to leave his home behind so easily, even if he feels like he’s stuck in a never-ending attentionless video game purgatory.
‘Hikaru’ instead decides to stay put. He lets his mind wander, thinking of anything and everything to stimulate his brain out of its incessant boredom.
He thinks of cats. How they’re so sleek and mysterious yet so silly and stupid sometimes, kind of like himself. He wishes he and Yoshiki could adopt one someday soon. He’ll bring it up later.
He thinks of what he wants to make for dinner tomorrow. Perhaps Yoshiki would like some katsu curry. Or perhaps that’s just what ‘Hikaru’ is craving right now. He’ll ask once Yoshiki is less distracted.
He thinks of Yoshiki. How comfortable his lap is, how he is able to fully relax into him now, the unspoken barriers between them broken down thanks to Yoshiki’s declaration of love at long last, which ‘Hikaru’ wagers occurred about a year ago.
He thinks of Yoshiki’s body. How tall he’s grown, how he’s finally confident enough to show off his mole-adorned face. How beautiful the mark on his arm is, a constant tangible reminder of the bond between the two of them.
Thinking of Yoshiki’s arm reminds ‘Hikaru’ of an unfortunate fact; that ‘Hikaru’ hasn’t felt Yoshiki inside of himself in at least 3 or 4 months.
Since dating, the two of them have been focused on exploring more of the human side of intimacy, and ‘Hikaru’ finds it endlessly enjoyable most of the time to familiarize himself with something so foreign and pleasurable. But there is a part of him and his monstrous nature that always has, and always will, crave to consume; to feel the warmth of living things inside of him. And nothing feels quite as good as Yoshiki. He realizes just how much he misses it.
‘Hikaru’ begins to develop a devious thought.
If Yoshiki’s arm feels good inside of him, why not his own arm? It probably won’t be as much of a sensory experience without the presence of Yoshiki’s soul, but it’s worth a try, right? His body used to belong to someone who was alive just the same, after all.
‘Hikaru’, without moving too much as to not alert Yoshiki above him, begins to slip a hand underneath the blanket he is lying under to start carefully and slowly unbuttoning the front of his shirt. Once open, he feels his way to the fresh fissure he has formed right at the bottom of his rib cage.
He only makes a small opening at first to test the waters, gingerly slipping two fingers in, followed by a third, as if he is apprehensively testing the temperature of his bath water for fear that it may burn him.
It tickles.
He catches his breath hitching subtly at the first contact, but Yoshiki doesn’t seem to care in his laser-like focus.
‘Hikaru’ slips another finger in, and then his whole hand. The sensation is close to that of Yoshiki’s, just a bit duller; muted in a sense. It certainly doesn’t carry the same sensory impact as having Yoshiki within him, so he begins to wonder what the difference could be.
It hits him.
Temperature. Yoshiki is warm.
Sometimes, when ‘Hikaru’ feels most relaxed at home, he forgets to maintain his own bodily functions such as breathing and his heart beat. Yoshiki doesn’t mind one bit; he wants ‘Hikaru’ to feel like he can be the monster he truly is without any need to keep up human appearances, especially in the privacy and safety of their own apartment.
This includes his body heat, which ‘Hikaru’ has practiced to maintain at a lukewarm room temperature as to not make Yoshiki too cold or uncomfortable thinking about Hikaru’s corpse when they make physical contact. His body feels no different than the couch they’re laying on or the controller in Yoshiki’s hands most of the time.
‘Hikaru’ uses the new realization to his advantage as he begins circulating his blood, focusing its flow into his hand to warm it up as quickly as possible.
As soon as his appendage reaches a steady body-like temperature, all of ‘Hikaru’s internal nerves begin to tingle, sparking and sizzling like fireworks.
It feels good. Really good. Almost too good.
His otherworldly insides caress his hand, and his hand caresses them right back, running his fingers tantalizingly over every writhing tentacle and incomprehensible shape. He teases himself, groping and fondling himself ever so gently, writhing slightly at every too-light contact.
He can’t stop himself from reaching in deeper, up towards that spot near his throat that Yoshiki always finds so masterfully. He shifts his body slightly to allow him more access to shove his hand in up to his forearm. Yoshiki is still blissfully unaware of the goings on in his lap, thinking ‘Hikaru’ is just trying to get more comfortable.
‘Hikaru’ shivers into the new fullness, the delectable warmth permeating into his very core. He spreads his fingers, parting the vast sea in his chest and sending shocks of pleasure in every direction at once. His insides latch onto his hand like a hungry animal, ravenous for more.
‘Hikaru’ quickly comes to the frustrating realization that he can’t reach the spot he wants so desperately to touch on his own. The restricting lack of flexibility in the bones and muscles of his human body make it impossible to angle his arm properly, not to mention that his appendage just isn’t long enough in the first place.
He starts to feel frustrated. He needs more.
‘Hikaru’ continues to slowly increase his body temperature until he is bordering on feverish, his insides melting into the hot contact with his palm. Just the sensation of the temperature difference still isn’t enough to satisfy him, however, as he slowly and subtly motions his other arm under the blanket and up to his exposed chest as well.
He has never had both of Yoshiki’s arms inside him at once, so he isn’t quite sure what to expect. He has to split the opening in his chest even further to fit in his second hand, which he places just below the first, entering much more confidently and urgently than before. He quickly regrets his lack of control, however, as the added fullness and pressure in his core causes him to tense up with pleasure, lying on his side and curling into his stomach, his shoulders and back going immediately stiff. A quiet, choked whimper escapes from his throat, alerting the boy above him.
“Ya ok?” Yoshiki blandly questions, his lack of genuine concern clear in his sarcastic tone, his mind entirely focused on the screen in front of him where he’s deep into another attempt, almost at the end of the level.
“Yeah just… felt like I had ta sneeze,” ‘Hikaru’ fibs, happy for once that Yoshiki isn’t paying him any mind. He stills his hands inside his chest for a moment to have a proper conversation.
“Can ya even sneeze?” Yoshiki questions, still not looking down. He can’t recall ‘Hikaru’ ever sneezing in the time since he took over his best friend’s body.
“Hmmm… probably not,” ‘Hikaru’ grins, giddy to be able to hide something so shameful right in front of Yoshiki’s eyes, the taller boy none the wiser what is going on beneath the thin blanket.
“Okay??” Yoshiki puzzles. ‘Hikaru’ is such an enigma sometimes.
‘Hikaru’ tunes into the game Yoshiki is playing, unsurprised to see him stuck on the same level as he was minutes prior. He sees the “game over” screen flash just before Yoshiki clicks his tongue and resets for the umpteenth time, his frustration and subsequent determination to win growing in tandem.
As Yoshiki starts another round, ‘Hikaru’ figures he should be safe to keep going.
‘Hikaru’ starts to push his second arm just as deep as the first, up until his whole forearm is inside him up to the elbow. The positioning is somewhat awkward, like giving himself a hug, but he ignores it in favor of focusing on the delectable sensation of being filled to the brim, kneading and groping, delicious heat disseminating throughout himself.
He closes his eyes to better visualize the silhouette of the hot contact. He reaches one arm down towards his stomach, the other up towards his throat. He feels like he’s splitting himself open, unable to stop himself from reaching ever deeper, addicted to the greedy self gratification. He thinks briefly that the only way to satisfy himself would be to cut his own arms off and consume them in their entirety. He knows this would make Yoshiki sad, however, so he halts his impulses.
He instead chooses to sate himself the best he can by raising his body temperature once again. He breaks into a hot sweat, his face feverish and bright red. His mouth lolls open, a steady stream of drool pools in his lips and threatens to drip down the side of his chin. He subconsciously begins to pant, his rapid breaths his body’s last natural resort to regulate his body temperature, and their shallowness his last feeble attempt at ensuring Yoshiki doesn’t notice.
He wonders what Yoshiki would say if he saw him in this moment. What the look on his face would be, watching ‘Hikaru’ fist and finger himself like a desperate animal in heat. His eyes tear up, his mind overwhelmed with null but ecstasy.
‘Hikaru’ hears the sound of joyful music coming from the TV screen at long last. He thinks he might not have to wonder for much longer as his heart pounds ever faster with guilty excitement.
“Finally,” Yoshiki breathes a sigh of relief as he relaxes back into the couch from his attentive, hunched gaming position.
Yoshiki quickly clicks the “save” button, a worthy prize signifying the end to his arduous quest to victory over the level he has been toiling with for hours.
“Good… good job,” ‘Hikaru’ pants through his shallow breaths, his voice hoarse and listless.
“Hm? Ya ok?” Yoshiki is alerted by the change in ‘Hikaru’s tone as he looks down at the boy in his lap at long last in a panic.
‘Hikaru’ is sweating bullets, his cheeks and forehead are a deep red and tears overflow from his half-lidded eyes. Drool forms a steady stream down the side of his face, which Yoshiki now notices is pooling damply on his pant leg.
“What’s wrong? Are ya sick? What happened?” Yoshiki begins to frantically reach a hand towards ‘Hikaru’s forehead, pressing it gently to check his temperature but reeling back quickly in shock as the sheer heat of his body threatens to burn him. This is no mere fever.
“Is there an impurity er somethin’?” Yoshiki frets, looking hastily around the room to catch any semblance of what might be causing ‘Hikaru’ to feel this way.
“Yosh’ki…. so… hot…” ‘Hikaru’ pathetically moans. He writhes under the blanket, continuing his addictive groping at his own body. He thrusts his arms gently in and out, slowly and purposefully, twisting them around and savoring the tantalizing friction.
He moans into it with a guttural pleasure, now unable to control himself and not wanting to hide. He needs Yoshiki inside of him as soon as possible.
Yoshiki urgently begins grasping at the blanket covering ‘Hikaru’s body in an attempt to alleviate some of his warmth.
“I’ll go grab ya a cold towel, hang tight,” Yoshiki offers anxiously, pulling the blanket off of ‘Hikaru’ with one hand as he stands up. He quickly turns around with his back to ‘Hikaru’ as he moves, wanting to not waste any time, but in turn making it so he still does not visually recognize the truth behind ‘Hikaru’s current state, despite his shame now being on full display without the shielding privacy blanket.
Just when Yoshiki begins to walk away, however, he feels a burning hot and unexpectedly slimy hand latch onto his wrist.
“Yosh…ki…”
A desperate plea falls from ‘Hikaru’s lips.
Yoshiki turns around at the mention of his name to see what ‘Hikaru’ needs.
Then he sees it.
‘Hikaru’s face is painted with the most desperate, hungry, and aroused expression Yoshiki has ever seen him make in his life. He looks like he is in heaven and hell at the same time, filled with both an endless pleasure and the torture of it not being nearly enough. His mouth emits steamy, shallow breaths as globs of drool seep from his parted lips and tongue. His eyes are nearly rolled into the back of his head in delirium.
He works the one arm that is still inside of himself, visibly penetrating himself as deep as he can possibly reach, unable to stop for even a second. Knowing that he has Yoshiki’s attention at long last, he releases the taller boy’s wrist quickly and immediately returns his other arm to his chest, where he slips it inside with little resistance. He moans ferociously with each thrust, ecstatic to be filled with both arms once again. He releases a mix of loud whimpers and nasally wails, both now entirely unfiltered.
“Yosh… ki… Yosh’kiiiiiii… please,” ‘Hikaru’ huffs through his whines.
“I need ya… inside, Yosh’ki, please. Can ya? Just put yer arm in. Please? Please put yer arm in… god Yosh’ki… I need ya… I need ya inside so bad… I feel so good Yosh’ki… I’m goin’ crazy.”
‘Hikaru’s eyes well up with pleasure-filled tears as he voices his urgent and selfish request, unable to control the gradually swelling emotions as they overflow.
‘Hikaru’ palming and stroking his own monstrous insides was not at all what Yoshiki was expecting to see when he turned around in that moment. Like watching a car crash, he finds himself staring and not able to look away, his eyes wide with shock and devious fascination.
‘Hikaru’ has never done this before. What made him decide to try? Guess he wasn’t sick after all… but why is he so warm? Yoshiki’s mind races at a million miles an hour as he watches the boy below him uncontrollably pleasuring himself on the couch and begging to be touched. Yoshiki shakes his swirling thoughts out of his head as he decides he wants, nay, needs to help.
Yoshiki climbs atop ‘Hikaru’ on the couch to get a better angle of entry, effectively pouncing on him and closing him in on all sides.
Before giving in to ‘Hikaru’s request, however, Yoshiki instead pauses, hovering one of his hands just above ‘Hikaru’s slit to tease him with a soft smirk. ‘Hikaru’ looks adorable when he begs, after all.
In response, ‘Hikaru’ takes both of his own hands and removes them from his chest, grasping firmly at the edges where his fractals meet his human skin and pulling them apart to widen his hole, offering himself unabashedly to the boy above him.
“Please… please… I’m beggin’ ya Yosh’ki… I’m… gonna go crazy… I need ya inside… Please? Inside… I can’t take it much longer,” ‘Hikaru’ pleads through hitched breaths.
“Well, since ya asked so nicely…”
Yoshiki plunges his right arm in all the way to his shoulder in one go, no longer feeling any hesitation towards the sensation of his boyfriend’s inner machinations.
‘Hikaru’ screams. A forceful, echoing scream of euphoria.
As he screams, he arches his back up, somehow managing to push Yoshiki in deeper. He shivers and twitches and tenses his whole body, unable to move from the pleasure permeating his entire being.
Yoshiki moves his hand up to the spot he knows ‘Hikaru’ likes best. He knows he’s found it when ‘Hikaru’ begins to twitch more rapidly, his jarring movements timed perfectly to each flick of Yoshiki’s fingers. Yoshiki takes great pride in knowing exactly how to work ‘Hikaru’s body both inside and out.
‘Hikaru’ lets go of his chest in favor of wrapping both of his arms around Yoshiki’s back, pulling him in even further and pressing their bodies firmly together.
With their crotches now brought into full contact with each other, it is at this point that Yoshiki notices that ‘Hikaru’ isn’t the only one getting off to their fun.
Yoshiki moans at the sudden pressure, his erection coming quickly to life in the confines of his boxers and pajama pants. He grinds his hips down into ‘Hikaru’s heat with firm purpose, unable to stop himself from chasing the pleasure growing steadily in his abdomen with each thrust of his hips.
‘Hikaru’ is too enamored with his internal sensations to realize that his human body is reacting just the same. His aphrodisia feels incomprehensible, but it somehow has nothing to do with the raging boner that has naturally developed in his pants.
Yoshiki begins grinding faster, shoving his arm down into ‘Hikaru’s chest as deep as it will go as he does, feeling sinfully around every inch of his viscera. The clothed dry humping is barely enough to sate Yoshiki’s ravenous lust, yet it somehow feels too good to stop. Every jerk seems to send a small shockwave of pleasure to his brain, each one a fraction more vivid than the last.
Yoshiki stutters his hips, losing rhythm as he makes a few deep, pronounced grinds into ‘Hikaru’s hard-on, building his own pleasure gradually and purposefully with a practiced precision. He feels a wet spot forming in his underwear as he presses his heat against ‘Hikaru’ over and over, which he can only assume is his own prerelease.
Yoshiki then picks up the pace again to short and fast thrusts that overwhelm his senses, trying to emulate the same sensation for ‘Hikaru’ with his arm deep inside his fractals.
‘Hikaru’ seems to be enjoying himself a little too much, making giddy hiccups and listless breathy chuckles as if he is high, relaxing into the pleasure like it’s the only thing he’s ever known. He looks like he’s on cloud nine, because he truly feels like he is. A stupid grin paints his fucked-out face. He never wants this sensation to end.
His pleasure grows so much so that ‘Hikaru’ starts to creep his tentacles up Yoshiki’s arm subconsciously, driven by his innate desire to consume all that enters him. He loses control, unintentionally yanking Yoshiki forward with a sharp tug to pull him in deeper.
Yoshiki responds by sharply yanking his arm out entirely, causing ‘Hikaru’ to expel a drawn-out whine and gasp of protest. Yoshiki is no longer afraid of ‘Hikaru’ consuming him, he knows that the monster has enough self control at this point. He instead sees this as the perfect opportunity to chastise ‘Hikaru’ for being too greedy. The sadistic side of him secretly wants to see ‘Hikaru’ even more desperate for him, fumbling over his words as he begs for more.
“Yoshiki… Yoshiki… Yoshiki…” ‘Hikaru’ repeats the other boy’s name like it’s the only word he knows, locking hungry eyes with him, his insides leaking from his silver irises and causing them to lose shape.
“Please, put it back in Yoshiki… I need it… please… please… put yer arm in… I’ll be good… I promise…” Hikaru nods vigorously in an attempt to show his devotion to his promise, his voice shaky and his desperate words painted with frantic urgency.
“I won’t touch ya… just please for gods sake… put it back in already Yoshiki… god… I need ya…”
Yoshiki understands the sentiment, his demanding erection growing more and more desperate by the moment, jolting and twitching and begging for sharp doses of licentious friction.
He loses all control, shoving his arm back in up to the shoulder and ramming his hips into the boy beneath him over and over like an animal at the same time, rubbing their rock-hard dicks together in every direction he can manage.
Every thrust somehow builds the pleasure in Yoshiki’s core exponentially, until he finally sees the foggy path to his release begin to clear in his mind’s eye. Yoshiki slows his pace once again to edge himself, but quickly decides it’s not worth controlling his orgasm if it means delaying the payoff any longer. He needs to come more than anything.
Two, three, four more sharp, grinding thrusts in a row throw Yoshiki over the edge at long last as he comes in his pants. He shudders, the sensation of a hands-free, clothed orgasm somewhat muted compared to what he is used to, but the spectacle of being able to feel his hot, wet release dripping down his own crotch and thighs within his pants is enough to make it worthwhile.
It’s at this moment that Yoshiki takes a moment to gaze over the blissed-out boy beneath him, who is unable to form any cohesive words beyond shuddered laughs and mewls, looking and acting more like a ragdoll then a person, or a monster for that matter.
Yoshiki wonders if ‘Hikaru’ was able to finish as well. His question is quickly answered as he removes his hand from ‘Hikaru’s chest and undoes the front of ‘Hikaru’s pants. He slips a hand inside his underwear, where nothing but a hot sticky mess of cum and ‘Hikaru’s spent dick await him. Yoshiki grazes ‘Hikaru’s length with his hand slightly as he explores the scene, causing the smaller boy to jump and whimper, though the full depth of his consciousness still appears to evade him. Yoshiki then retracts his cum-smeared hand, wiping it onto his shirt. He wishes to get himself cleaned up, but opts in favor of his post-orgasm exhaustion, slumping himself into the boy below him and curling his limbs around him.
The two boys stay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, before ‘Hikaru’ begins to gain his bearings once again.
“I’ve never touched myself like that before… it was real nice but, nothin’ compares to ya, Yosh’ki. I love ya more than anythin’!” ‘Hikaru’ affectionately states, wrapping his arms around Yoshiki’s back once again to pull him into a soft embrace.
“Oh yeah? Well, I’ve never come in my pants before,” Yoshiki admits with a slight embarrassed blush.
“Oh! I guess I’ve never done that either!” ‘Hikaru’ excitedly realizes. Another new human experience to add to his mental catalogue.
“Guess it’s an evening of firsts fer the both of us,” Yoshiki half-heartedly jokes.
“An’ I love ya too, ya freak.”
~Fin~