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Naoya is special.
He is being told that countless times. From his family, the servants, other clans visiting. Everyone knows that Naoya is special and destined to be someone important in the future.
This night is no different. He is up way past his bedtime, just sitting with his dad and uncles, laughing at jokes he doesn't fully understand.
Its fun though, because he is allowed to be close to his dad and see the performers and how his uncle is getting louder with every cup he drinks. He is getting served juice like a grown up is sake, and yells at the lowly woman who has the audacity to spill some of it on the serving tray and the whole family laughs.
Everyone loves Naoya and his cheeky grin and Naoya loves being the center of attention like that, choosing to stay, even if his eyes get really dry and he can't contain his yawns from how late it's getting.
He's walking though the dimly lit corridor of the estate, rubbing at his eyes and heading for the bathroom, when he notices a door slightly ajar. Uncle Ogi emerges from it, in the process of righting his haori, with a visible flush on his face. He doesn't really acknowledge Naoya, just brushes past him, back to the room they're all gathering.
There is no light coming from the room, sliding door still slightly open.
Naoya couldn't come up with who that room belongs to, or if it is just a storage space. There are way too many rooms he hasn't ever set foot in.
Curiosity lets him get closer, peek inside, tiredness blown away by the mystery of what his uncle was up to in there.
The room is small, just barely enough space for a low table in the back and some cabinets with decoration on the side. The only light source is a paneled window where moonlight is filtered though inside. It smells stuffy, like the training room of the Hei after a long day. Naoya squints his eyes, trying to adjust until he sees it - there, in the middle of the room, a figure shrouded in the shadow of the table, barely moving, just a slow and steady rise and fall of its chest.
Naoya is special and everyone loves him, so of course he has no reservations or fear of who could possibly be in there and for what purpose. If anything, he's even more curious, squeezing though the sliding door and opening it a little more in the process.
Sharp green eyes snap to him, they both stop breathing.
The silhouette itself isn't remarkable, but still Naoya immediately recognizes it and it makes his stomach flip in a way it does every time he sees him.
"Toji- kun?" Naoya asks into the murky darkness, inching forward with his hands tied into knots into his hankama.
There is no answer, just a shift of some limbs, as if he's half asleep. A bear waking up from a long winter.
Naoya is now close enough to see him properly, his eyes adjusting to the low light as well.
He's clothed in a disheveled and simple one tone yukata. Something the maids and lowly women without any proper techniques would wear. Too cold for this time of the year. Naoya has his father's technique, one he gets praises for a lot and that he's trying really hard to get better at controlling. He knows that Toji has none, that he is considered an embarrassment for the family.
That is one thing he never agreed with his family, but he is too afraid to actually voice this opinion yet. Toji is one of the strongest people he has ever seen. The first time he met the man, his tummy was doing the same thing it was doing now. He's in the presence of strength and his body recognizes it.
"Why're you lying there? You haven't been at the party." He asks, shuffling one leg on the ground. Toji is considered a failure, but he still usually attended these things. It was the polite thing to do after all and their family is very particular in that regard.
Toji always looks at Naoya with a passiveness the boy isn't used to.
He pushes himself up to a half sitting position and considers Naoya. He likes being looked at by Toji, it makes his skin tingle and the tips of his hears flush.
He's now finally noticing the bruises on Toji's body, the cut on the corner of his lip bleeding as it has reopened again. Has he been training here with his uncle? There is not enough space for that, he assesses and scrunches his nose in thought.
"Shouldn't you be in bed?" His voice is rougher than usual, maybe he's getting sick? Naoya is now standing in front of Toji, their heads at equal height.
"I don't gotta go to sleep, I'm having fun with dad and my uncles. What was uncle Ogi doing here? Have you been playing without us?"
The laugh Toji lets out doesn't sound like he's having fun, Naoya can tell the difference already.
"Yeah, a special game." He says, licking over the reopened cut. Naoya's eyes feel like they're glued to that spot.
"I'm special, so I wanna play with Toji-kun too." So far Toji hadn't ever agreed to play with Naoya, but that never stopped the boy from asking. One of these day's he will say yes, they all eventually did when Naoya was persistent enough.
"It's a grown-up game." He simply states, as if that has any merit to Naoya, who just shrugs his shoulders.
With a wide grin he plants his hands into his hips.
"I do grown-up things all the time! I'm basically a grown up and everyone says I am the next head of the clan, so you have to do what I tell you. Now show me how to play!"
Toji's eyes harden at that, his gaze now piercing in a way that Naoya feels the need to move, but glued to the spot at the same time. the older one is sitting up completely, the fabric of his Kimono shifting and revealing some more patches of skin, where Naoya's eyes wander shamelessly.
"Nah. You can't handle that yet. You'll run out and cry to your dad and he'll have my head for it."
Heat creeps into Naoya's face at the mental image. He hasn't cried in ages and especially not in front of Toji. He's jutting out his bottom lip in a petulant display and crosses his arms.
"I won't cry! I'm not a crybaby. You have no idea how grown-up I really am! I'll prove it to you."
Toji's hand fists into Naoya's clothes, pulls him so close to his face that he can smell the iron from his cut. It happens so fast, Naoya has no time to react or dodge.
"You think you're so special, hm? Fine. I'll play with you, show you how the Zen'in grown-ups like to play. But don't you dare to complain later that it's too much."
His words sink in slowly, syrupy, as Naoya is too focused on how close he is to the strongest man he's ever seen. The tingling on his skin increases tenfold, his stomach doing somersaults when Naoya puts his hands on Toji's arm for some sort of stability.
Toji is opening Naoya's hakama, pushes the overlapping fabric of his kimono to the side and lets his hand roam under the quality garment. His hand is warm, but the skin is rough. It catches and drags along his ribcage. It doesn't hurt, but Naoya feels a noise stuck in the back of his throat, threatening to spill out as Toji's hand roams higher along his chest.
His kimono slides down over his shoulders and bunches on his hips. The cool air makes him shudder, the warm hand raising gooseflesh. Naoya stares at Toji, at his bleeding scar, at the bruises on his neck, at the mean glint in his eyes. He's not sure if he wants to play anymore.
Toji maneuvers Naoya's body like a rag-doll, turning him so he's facing the door and feels the heat of Toji's body on his bared back.
The moment he tries to complain and face Toji again, he's met with the iron grip of the man on his chin.
"Try and be quiet. You don't want our family to get suspicious, hm?"
Naoya's eyes lock onto the sliding door, the dim light barely pouring into the room. It was hard to see from outside, but now that Toji is sitting upright and Naoya is in his lap, it feels like he's openly on display, like it's something he really shouldn't do - like something his dad is going to get really angry about if he sees him. But Naoya can't just give up now and give Toji the satisfaction of being right.
Naoya can feel the tightness of Toji's grip slightly adjusting, smoothing over the expanse of his bared throat and just resting there with a gentle weight. It feels so big, like he could easily circle his whole neck and let his fingers meet.
Naoya's heart is beating so fast, he can feel it pulsing where Toji's hand is and wonders if he can feel it too.
A sharp pain is breaking him out of his thoughts as Toji pinches his nipple, pulls on the sensitive and stiff nub relentlessly. Naoya bites his own tongue in an attempt to keep the noise in that is threatening to spill out.
He's already training with some members of the Hei and knows how to suppress pain - but this is different. This is mixed with something warm coiling in his gut, it makes him squirm and shy away. He can't though, Toji's chest is like a wall, his arms caging him in on the sides.
Naoya never gave this piece of his body any thought, never felt anything from washing them either, but now that Toji is rubbing both of them between his fingers, tugging on them and groping his entire flat chest, he can't help but be hyper aware of the little zaps of pain and something rushing through his body. He clenches his jaw, but a high whine is still escaping him. It's embarrassing. He's never made that sound, ever. Not even when he got punched so hard in the stomach he puked and got scolded for ruining the tatami.
Naoya digs his heels into the floor to get some sort of leverage, to escape forward and away from Toji.
His plan is easily foiled by a massive hand that's moving down and pressing against his belly, pushing him back until he feels Toji's heat again.
"That's all it takes? You give up? Didn't you say you're special?" Toji's voice is low and mocking. Naoya feels the heat in his ears and clenches his jaw harder, shaking his head.
"'s nothin'" he bites out, too stubborn to admit defeat, even though he just wanted to run away.
"Y're— not teaching. Y're being mean." Naoya has to really concentrate to get his words out, feeling the relentless tugs and rubs on his now red and swollen nubs.
Toji laughs, this time it feels like he's entertained. It sounds nice, washes over Naoya's spine and tangles in the knot of feelings in his core.
"It's a learning by doing game. Goal is to keep quiet and not pass out until I'm done."
Okay, he can do that. He's good at not passing out and keeping quiet. At least when it comes to training. But he still furrows his brow in question, squirming in Toji's hold.
"Done? With w—hat?"
"Until I get off."
"Off what?"
He's getting more and more confused, pressing his legs together at the weird tingling he feels there.
"Off, like, until i cum."
"Ah-" Naoya has no idea what Toji's talking about. Come where? They're not going anywhere, Toji is just holding him close and touching him in a strange way.
"What? You've never done it?"
It's like he can read Naoya's mind and see how out of his depth the boy is. He isn't gonna give in so easily though.
"'f course i did. 'm not a baby." He lies.
"Mm-hmm." Toji simply hums, the hand on his belly slides into the opened hakama and cups Naoya's crotch. It's hot against his underwear and makes him acutely aware of something else. He'd been on his way to the bathroom earlier and the tingling feeling is spreading through his body, radiating off where Toji is touching him. It feels hot, weird. His dick is doing that thing It's only ever done in the morning and that he didn't dare to talk about with anyone.
"So you've jerked off before?"
Toji's words make him jolt. He considers lying again, but doesn't dare open his mouth, else more of these noises will spill out of him.
Also he has other things to worry about, like keeping still and not rub against Toji's hot hand in his pants or think about how full his bladder is.
Toji's fingers press against his clothed balls, forcing out a surprised sound from him. He grabs Toji's wrist in an attempt to get him to stop, but the pressure he's applying is unrelenting.
"T-T'ji please— wait." He has to close his eyes and concentrate really hard on not letting go.
"Wait? For what?" He asks and it sounds genuine. The attention on Naoya would normally make him preen, but now he want's to hide and shy away from all of this.
"I gotta... go" He grits out as his short fingernails bite into Toji's wrist, whose fingers rub up and down along his taint and balls, a thumb brushing along his shaft, which makes him whimper.
He doesn't want to have an accident here. Not with Toji.
"Go? But I haven't even started yet. You can keep it in a little longer, no?" His voice is too sweet, swimming in Naoya's head and making him a little dizzy. He nods once and buries his face into Toji's arm, biting into the fabric covering it.
His mind is solely focused on his crotch, on how Toji rubs along his cock with two fingers and pushes the fabric aside to have direct contact. How he pushes his foreskin back and forth, fingers bigger than his prick.
Naoya's legs are kicking out, his whole body trembling with how badly he needs to go.
"can't— I can't Toji, I'll make a— a mess. Let me go—" He pleads, tugging on his arm, tears stinging in his eyes. He's ready to concede, to accept defeat and to run away with his tail tucked in, but Toji doesn't stop.
He's circling his cock and slowly going up and down on and all Naoya can do is bite into his yukata and muffle his desperate moans.
The release is sudden and his relief immediate. It feels like a lightning bold zapping through his core and up his head, makes his vision spin. It feels so good. The warmth is spreading over Naoya's thighs, soaking his underwear, his expensive hakama and probably everything below. Toji's clothes, maybe even the floor. He's not sure, can't feel the edges of his body quite right. All he feels is the relief and little aftershocks of pleasure.
Toji finally stops stroking his cock, Naoya can feel his breath on his ear.
"That's nasty, Naoya. You made such a big mess. If Naobito finds out, he'll be really mad."
The words sting. Relief turns into mortification, warm liquid rapidly cooling. He wants to run, to hide in his room, to cry. His body is still shaking, now from trying to suppress his sobs.
"At least now my hand's wet I guess, lucky you." Naoya has no idea what Toji means, but he feels his hand roaming again, fingers rubbing behind his balls, along his taint and the rim of his hole.
"'M sorry— don't— don't tell dad." He hiccups, more preoccupied with what had happened than what Toji is doing now. That is until a thick finger presses against his hole and pushing in.
That is no place for things to push in.
He tenses up, tries to flee the sensation again, only to be pinned against Toji's wet body with a sick squelching sound.
For the first time this evening, he notices the weird bump prodding into his back.
"I'm not gonna tell him if you're good now. I'm being really nice to you, Naoya. They didn't prepare me the first time, so be good and keep quiet."
Toji sounds a little out of it, like he's worked up about this situation. His finger presses in again, deeper now and Naoya has no way of escaping.
"Relax. If you tense up, it will hurt." His voice is so close to Naoya's ear, almost caring. His lips brush along Naoya's throat and the hard bulge is rubbing along his back with slow movements.
It hurts. The finger is big and uncomfortable and the little bit of moisture doesn't do a very good job of making the glide any easier. But Naoya still tries to follow Toji's advice, to relax and push against the intrusion.
The second finger isn't any easier. Naoya feels so full, like this alone is enough to tear him apart. It hurts and it's too dry and he really want's to cry and beg Toji to stop - until the older one crooks his fingers in a way and makes Naoya shout out a high moan.
It feels like Toji's pressing on his bladder from the inside, like he's about to piss himself all over again, but also different. Better.
His little prick is leaking, he can feel something getting pushed out from it. It feels like the bliss just after letting go, but now spreading though his whole body. All he can do is hold onto Toji and take it.
"Feels good? Are you feeling good through your butt?"
He's not sure if Toji is teasing or asking, but he can't answer anyway, because another finger joins in and the intense pleasure mixes with the pain of the stretch.
"You gotta keep your voice down, or daddy's gonna see you like this."
Right. The door. Its still open, they're still drinking and partying, probably. Naoya doesn't want to be seen like this, wet from his own mess and Toji's finger inside him.
He can't stop the noises from coming out though. Every time Toji pushes against that spot, he can't help it.
Toji seems to understand - of course he does. He shuts Naoya up by pressing fingers into his mouth, stuffing him from both ends.
It's salty and a little bitter on Naoya's tongue, so much he's having trouble breathing properly. Toji's fingers push in and out of his ass and mouth in the same rhythm and it hurts, but also feels so good, all he can do is cling to Toji's arm and let him do whatever he wants.
Whenever Toji pushes in, he presses against that spot, makes Naoya's vision blur, edges getting fuzzy, his little dick leaks and twitches against the cold and wet fabric. He can't think, can't feel anything else, can't even properly suck on those fingers as Toji tells him to, spit just pooling in his mouth and dripping down his chin.
Is this what Toji meant with cumming? Is he cumming every time he's pushing against that spot, or is it like an ongoing thing? He's not sure. He can't ask, not with those fingers pressing on his tongue and making him gag.
It's entirely too much and Naoya feels like a few seconds, maybe even minutes are missing, when he finally notices that he's being lifted off of Toji's lap.
His clothes are gone and the cold air is biting into his damp skin. He's sobbing, feels how wet his face is from everything and clings onto Toji's arm the moment he feels his hot body against his back again.
There is much more skin contact, he thinks at least. He has to look down and focus his eyes to confirm that Toji had not only rid him of his wet clothes, but also undid his own robes.
His cock is poking out between Naoya's thighs. Its big and the head is poking out in a glistening reddish hue.
Will Naoya also get this big one day? His thoughts are frazzled, unable to stay on one topic at a time.
Toji pushes his own cock up, so its pressing against Naoya's groin. Like that it's reaching his bellybutton, the sticky wet substance oozing from his head rubbing on Naoya's skin.
"Ready for the real game?"
"Hn?"
What game? Aren't they playing? Haven't they been playing the entire time? Naoya feels his body being moved again, Toji pushing him up and lining his cock up with his stretched and hurting rim.
The intrusion is so much different than Toji's fingers. Its big and blunt and way too much. Absolutely no way that this monster will fit there.
Toji's glans pops in, the burning sensation of the stretch makes Naoya thrash around. He wants to scream but can't. The pain is too big, he feels like he's gonna split apart. Naoya tries to flee upward, to get it back out of him, but Toji won't allow it.
He's sliding his hands under Naoya's knees, pushes them up so he's suspended in the air, at the mercy of gravity and Toji's iron grip.
He's shaking like a leaf, eyes big and unseeing as the cock spreads him open.
"Shit- You're so tight, c'mon, don't clamp down so hard. You're a good boy, right Naoya?"
He is. He tries to, but he can't— he can't breathe. He's breathing but there is no air. Its too much, too big. Naoya seriously feels lightheaded and like he's about to die, heart fluttering in his chest like a startled bird.
Toji's not moving anymore and Naoya finally notices that he's been talking. He's begging, saying little breathless 'sorry's between his sobs. He wants to be good, to prove to Toji that he's fun, that they can play, that he's grown enough. But it hurts and he can't and—
Toji finally pulls out again, rearranges his grip and moves Naoya's chin with a gentleness he hasn't shown all evening. The next thing he feels are chapped lips against his own, a warm tongue shutting him up and licking into his mouth.
Naoya's still hiccuping, but the rest of his body stills. It's like a grounding spell, moving his whole focus onto Toji's exploratory and soft tongue and lips. They're kissing? Yeah, Naoya's sure. He's kissing Toji and he can taste the copper of his scabbing scar, the bitterness of his tongue. He's never kissed anyone before and it's warm and it somehow manages to calm Naoya down enough for him to properly breathe.
Toji caresses over his cheek, through his hair and it feels nice. Its warm and soft and Naoya wants more of that, tries to kiss back a little and emulate what Toji's doing.
"Yeah, that's it. That's how good you can be, hm? C'mere, kiss me a little more." Toji coaxes, helps Naoya with turning around so they're finally chest to chest and he can wrap his arms around Toji's neck.
Toji kisses the corner of his lips, his spit slick jaw, his bared throat and Naoya sighs into it, melts at the attention.
"Sorry, that was a little mean. I couldn't help myself. You just feel so good, I really wanted to play the whole game with you, Naoya."
The words make him shudder.
It had felt good, a little, even though it had also hurt a lot. He does like what they're doing now. Toji's hands caressing his skin, his lips kissing and licking all over him. It makes his heart flutter in a different kind of way - not panicked, but excited.
Maybe-
Naoya grinds back against the heavy erection straining against his ass.
"'s 'kay—" he slurs out, still feeling a little buzzing, but a lot calmer.
The movement makes Toji inhale sharply, one hand jolting down to press his dick against him, keep his cock there.
Naoya is good at suppressing pain when he knows what's coming, he can even take actual hits while training without stopping.
Toji's kissing him for real again and Naoya wants to be so good for him. Wants Toji to keep going, to keep stroking Naoya like he's something special, like he's revering his small body, like he loves him.
Naoya keeps rubbing against Toji's cock, feels the head catch on his rim.
It's much easier the second time around. He knows what to expect and deepens the kiss, licks over Toji's scar and hisses a little at the stretch.
Toji lets him set the pace this time and just holds his cock up, strokes it a little. He Spits on his hand and makes it nice and wet when Naoya pulls off again.
"Shit— yeah, like that. Fuck yourself open on me. That feels so good."
The praise trickles down Naoya's spine, pushes him to go a little deeper, to take a little more. Its spreading him open, molds him, presses against all the good spots too, now that Toji's a little deeper inside.
Naoya feels a little delirious again, can barely concentrate on the kiss, mouth just hanging open in a silent moan, while Toji keeps licking into him and his roaming hand finds his half-hard little cock.
It's too much stimulation at once, the pain-pleasure overwhelming, yet Naoya finds himself rocking back and forth, fucking into Toji's fist and taking more of his massive cock.
He can't get it all in. Around the halfway point he can feel that he's reached the end, that Toji's in his ribs, his lungs. Toji's everywhere, all around and inside of him. There is only Toji.
It's fine though, Toji's taking care of the rest, pumps his shaft and strains to keeps his hips from bucking up. He's making noises now too, gasps into Naoya's mouth, mutters little curses and encouragements. Call's Naoya pretty and perfect and good. Naoya feels like he's about to cry again.
The Pain is still there, but its almost overshadowed by the tight coiling and twisting of pleasure, making him shake and whimper and tangle his hands into Toji's hair.
His legs threaten to give out and Naoya buries his face into Toji's shoulder. "Can't— I— "
"I got you."
Toji's keeping him up, holds him by his hip and fucks up into his stretched hole, buries himself a little deeper than before.
Naoya cries out, unsure if from pleasure or pain. Its so much, Toji's hitting him right into that spot with every thrust and there is this pressure building again. A instant pot ready to explode, not quite the same like before. Every thrust pushes a sound out of him, as he's panting against Toji's skin, drooling all over it and biting down when he's hitting too deep.
When it finally boils over, its world-shattering. Naoya's whole body tenses up, he feels the shock rattle through his bones, his skull, he's pretty sure he can't see for a long moment, vision simply whiting out and little black spots springing in from the borders.
Toji stops moving as well, just fists his cock in a fast pace until Naoya can feel something like a hot liquid filling him with every pulse. Its flooding him, forcing it's way out around Toji's cock and running down Naoya's thighs.
He pulls out and fills the gaping hole with his fingers, fucks some of his seed back inside. Naoya's shaking, completely overstimulated and barely hanging onto his consciousness. He can barely hear the praises Toji's whispering into his ear.
Naoya's worn thin. Completely wrung out and feels that sleep is waiting to overthrow him as soon as he'll close his eyes.
Toji's stroking his back, his head, anywhere his hand can reach. It's sticky with something he can't quite name. Maybe Toji told him already, but Naoya can't really retain any information anymore. He just wants to keep kissing, keep Toji's attention on him.
He's being kissed, all over his face, his neck and on the top of his head. Naoya nuzzles closer, melts against Toji, all boneless and floaty. It's a seamless transition into a dream he won't recall the next day.
Toji keeps him close, uses his own body to keep him warm and secure. He's unmoving, staring at the dull green eyes fixated on them both through the open shoji.