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They return to the kitchen, Tobio having removed his hoodie to wash the dishes and Kei fiddling with his phone on the side of the sink, eyes half-lidded. He reached third of the last set of glass cups when Tobio felt arms enveloping him from behind and a mop of hair bumping his cheek. Tobio tries glancing at Kei's state but the other is still watching some video on his phone, now resting on Tobio's hip along his enclosed hand.
Softly huffing, Tobio goes back to rinsing off soap from the cup he was holding before reaching for the sponge again. Minutes pass in relative silence, but then Kei leans his head and noses on Tobio's neck, making him go still for a bit. Trying not to roll his eyes, Tobio continues with his task.
But when a pinch on his waist suggests for a warning, Tobio can't help but click his tongue. "What?" He moves his left shoulder away to try and face Kei more clearly. "What do you want."
"Tired." Kei burrows his face on the collarbone in front of him. "Hurry up." It comes out slightly muffled.
Tobio looks up at the ceiling in exasperation, feeling those hands tightening around him as he contemplates if elbowing his clingy boyfriend right on his pretty face is the right thing to do at the moment instead of complying to his tempting calls.
Turns out he'd grown out of such moments of feeling too flustered to even do anything, so Tobio tries to hurry up as he's told, washing his hands with the hand soap right after. As if him drying off excess water with a few paper towels had been an unprecedented queue, Tobio could only make a surprised sound when his body is turned around and all he sees is Kei towering over him.
Tobio sighs. "What now." He had put a hand on Kei's chest to steady himself, not that he's really doing anything to push the other off from the proximity.
Kei's gaze grows downwards, somewhere under Tobio's nose, then slowly goes back to look at him. "My present. I'm claiming it."
Tobio raises a brow at the suddenly-not-tired Kei. "I didn't bring anything. You said you didn't want one."
Kei makes a disapproving hum, leaning closer. "No." Tobio's breath starts to stutter. "You did."
Easily tilting his head up, Tobio can't help but melt at feeling Kei's lips after a few months of not seeing each other. It never changes, the different sparks that flutter under his skin, and the feeling of not wanting to be anywhere else but here, letting Kei get a hold of his nape, and trying to catch his breath between their exchange.
Unaware of the creeping heat already emitting from Kei's own fingers, those same figures twist a lock on Tobio's nape. He gasps from the insistent tug it pulls. That all but gives Kei leverage to make his mouth a free for all, gaining a flustered sound when their tongues collide in its interior.
"Mmph-!" Tobio can't help but slightly throw his head back, both from the steady hold on his hair and the way Kei maneuvers himself even further towards him, to deepen their kiss, to erupt more breathless sounds from him.
With a nibble on his lower lip, Tobio's brows twitch as Kei finally gives him mercy. But he only drifts down Tobio's cheek, then his jaw, until the space beneath. Something fiddles with his collar to pull it to the side to expose the covered skin underneath.
As Tobio gazes up at the kitchen ceiling with loose awareness, the feeling of Kei's teeth grazing through his shoulder's length makes Tobio shudder. Then, those same teeth bite down, searing through the surface of his skin with heat.
Tobio gasps at the raw and unfamiliar pain. He tries stifling his breathing, "D-don't leave marks." He gazes at Kei with effort. "People... will see from my jersey." With the thought of cameras focusing on a circular shape under his white uniform, Tobio could barely stop his eyes from dimming shut.
"Tch." As a response, Kei glares to the side and shocks Tobio by licking that same patch of skin he just damaged. Tobio mutely squeaks towards the other's clothed shoulder. That wetness is followed by a sigh, so close that it makes Tobio shiver, and he clutches on Kei's arm even tighter.
Kei continues leaving wet kisses on his collarbone, prompting Tobio to tremble like a leaf. At one point, slightly cold hands move from his waist to the skin covered by the hem of his shirt.
Like the pressure of time and attention is nothing but the thing of the past, Kei grows relentless and moves to corrupt Tobio's open and vulnerable mouth again. The hold on his stomach and the arm resting on the counter behind him marks Tobio in place, and the shape of Kei's glasses bumping onto his nose bridge is all but ignored.
Maybe he is just as worse, just as relentless, because Tobio doesn't even want to stop the ministrations being done to him, letting Kei do whatever he pleases. He doesn't even realize Kei's knee moving towards the gap between his legs, giving Tobio no chance escape with the way he's now pinned on the edge of the sink.
When Kei kisses him one last time with a small lick on the tip of his tongue, loud panting spreads throughout the open air, Tobio's head hovering uselessly on the side.
Kei just watches the sight of him with such painful want, Tobio's eyes grow lidded from the attention. It's too much. It's too little. He wants so much, and it feels like his body is burning up with its intensity.
This is more than warmth. It's the blazing embers of pent-up longing, bound to be eventually broken and set free.
A hand comes up to cup Tobio's jaw, and he can't do anything about the thumb that centers on his still-exhaling lips. Then comes a stilling pause, until that same finger invades that unclosed space, making his eyes slightly widen and his breath hitch.
Kei continues to gaze at him lowly, as if trying to see what he would do, as if testing him. But both of them grow surprised when Tobio all but widens his mouth, grazing that finger with his hot breath.
In front of him, Kei sucks in a sound. Maybe it's curiosity, maybe it's also his want to try something, but when Tobio curves his tongue and rests itself under that thumb, it makes Kei swear with movement, and the pressure on Tobio's center rises.
The feeling of something finally putting pressure on that spot, even just barely, it makes Tobio wetly choke on a whine around that finger. And the sound is so obscene, so humiliating that worsens the flush on Tobio's face. But even as he closes his eyes, Tobio can't go anywhere else—every corner and every part of him is all but corrupted by Kei.
That observation, and the slight difference and noticeable similarities of their build, clothing to clothing, Tobio weakly lets his head tilt to the side in defeat.
"Fuck." Kei's thumb starts moving on top of that tongue, pulling Tobio's head back up and making him groan. "If you can only see yourself right now." It presses even further, making Tobio's mouth open wider to make space for his breathing. "Haa... You're really making me do things I never thought I'd do."
"Nnh..." Tobio's lips close in after much of his effort to comply. When his eyes barely flutter open, he immediately drowns from Kei's own ones reflecting his debauched expression, the way he's lewdly displayed all for Kei.
"So... pliant." Kei murmurs, tracing one small, pointed teeth beneath his thumb. Adoration, possessiveness, everything in between, that gaze conveys it all and makes a mess out of Tobio. "And here I thought I'd be serving you instead. I'm honored."
Tobio wants them to be closer. He makes a disapproving sound, though it's more similar to a whimper than anything. "Get on with it." It's slightly muffled, awkward on the edge because of Ke. When that thumb slips away but lingers on his lower lip, Tobio can't help but indulgently bite down.
"Ah." Kei clicks his tongue at the rebellion, staring at those gnashing teeth around him. "There's that attitude I know." He sultry eyes weigh heavily on Tobio's already ruined state. "I quite like you better this way, you know."
Tobio shivers. His bangs are haphazardly framing the weak glare he delivers. He slightly pulls away to make space for his ability to speak. "What are you... a masochist?"
Those eyes fall towards amusement. "I'm surprised you even know what that means." Kei hums. "That's not a very nice thing to say to the birthday celebrant, however."
"The birthday privilege thing again?" Tobio is close to jumping him if he doesn't get on with it and stop with this damn nonsense. This bastard, seriously. "I'm..." He sighs, pent up, and trying not to look at the mess he'd already made of his pants.
He may be unexperienced, but Tobio still knows the basic things about his own biology, though he had no interest in exploring; not really. And right now, all he's hearing from it, body and soul, is that Kei is trying to make him do something, and it's frustrating at best, irritating at worst.
"You're...?" That purr in his voice, it all but makes Tobio both pissed off and turned on all the same.
"Tch." Tobio grumbles, and ultimately looks up between his bangs. He remembers that feeling from just moments ago, the encompassing burning sensation, and the feeling of getting shocked over and over again from kissing those lips. They form his wantoned expression, lying for spite and for an awfully truthful purpose. "...You're not going to continue?"
One thing that Tobio could do is make solutions and miracles, and when he sees that speeding rush of darkened heat in Kei's stare, that tightening squeeze on his midriff, it makes Tobio indulge in a smirk before Kei kisses it away with such force, he bumps into the sink one more time.
Like many of his choices, this too was a double-edged sword, and had shown Kei to be as indulgent as he could, putting all that power over him for free. And so the hard press on his crotch had no way of delaying Tobio's startled moan, moreso it pushes it out even further, between the bites on his lip, and the tight grip on his behind.
At some point, Kei got a hold of his inner thigh, and as he whines in between clashes of teeth, Tobio's leg is pushed up the same time Kei basically positions him on his lap while they are still standing. "Ah! Wait, that's-! Mmh..."
"What...?" Kei says, diving again and again, trying to keep Tobio's mouth unshut and forever tainted. "You set me off- mh... and you're- going to complain? Hm?"
"That's not-" Tobio flinches with a cry when Kei gets a hold of both of his hips and pulls him forward, his thighs encosing on one of Kei's. "Haah-!" His head automatically leans towards the empty space behind it.
It's overwhelming. It's not like he hasn't tried touching himself before, but the feeling of Kei's thigh, and that same thigh belonging to Kei in the first place, t-this- this could be dangerous...
The slow feeling of being lightheaded is taking over Tobio's already fogged-up mind, but his leg is getting slightly strained from their current position. He pitifully paws at Kei's wrist. "B-bed... let's move... mn."
Kei stares at his unsteady figure, the easy stretch of his finely-shaped leg even amidst its flexing surface, how it's almost pulled until the midsection of Tobio's bicep. "Alright."
With unsteady footing that is so far way from the genius setter that he is redeemed as, Tobio lets Kei pull him towards t lone bedroom with their hands interlocked, absentmindedly and with dust still settled in his gaze.
He leaves Kei manhandling him on top of those thighs with pools of dark green sheets underneath, and when he feels the visible and near bulge on Kei's person colliding with his, Tobio unconsciously covers his mouth to stifle a sound with the back of his hand.
Kei just chuckled at the reaction, and before Tobio could even retort, fingers are suddenly touching his clothed cock and Tobio makes a full-body shudder, back hunching down. "Ngh!"
"Tobio." Kei, breathless in front of him, their heights now in reverse because of the setter hunched on top, is a sight for sore eyes. His glasses are crooked, locks messy from all their tossing and pulling, and expression filled with unabashed want, want, want... Tobio can't help but squirm in place. "Let me touch you."
"You're already..." Tobio's breath hitches. He closes his eyes, then stares down at Kei with desperation. "...Do what you want."
Kei's gaze darkens. "You're giving this servant way too much reign, Your Majesty."
Tobio can't help but slightly groan in frustration. Could Kei just get on with it already...?!
Seeing something in the way he looks, Kei's amber mixes with shameless and tender awe, so reminiscent of everyday, and so relevant to the now. They want this. They both want each other. So if Kei can do something about it sooner than later...! Tobio grits his teeth.
"You look like you want to demand something." Kei chuckles once more and presses forward, a safe hold on Tobio's twitching hips as his other hand trails the button of Tobio's pants. "You can tell me. I'm all ears, King." It stops there, and does nothing.
Ugh! "You fucking-" Tobio's free foot kicks Kei from behind amidst his outrage. "Just touch me, damn i- ahh!"
Tobio's voice breaks into a startled yelp when the fly of his pants finally gets opened, that wet patch on his underwear is now in full view, in between them and uncontrollably throbbing under Kei's touch.
"So impatient." Is the last thing Kei murmurs before Tobio's mouth is occupied again. A muted moan, then a much more unrestrained one as the garter of his underwear is pulled down, letting his red cock spring up.
The sudden cold air makes Tobio shiver, only to get his breath taken even more by steady and roughened hands circling over his tip. It slowly moves up and down, as if testing the waters, then a fingertips glides up and presses on the very top. Tobio almost sobs at the feeling.
Tobio's teeth clench around a moan as Kei starts to change the pace. He shakes his head in urgency, still gripping on Kei's wrist but not really doing anything to make him stop.
"Hey. Tobio." Kei finally puts his lips out of their misery, now finding it his new mission to nibble around the setter's neck, leaving more clutters of marks, hand still swiftly maneuvering itself, up and down, slick and rough. "Does it feel good?"
Tobio could only nod his head with a shaky exhale, hips stuttering out of his own volition. He feels like his melting, and again, it's not like he'd never touched himself before, but it feels different when someone else does it. Especially when Kei's the one doing it.
A glide on a delicate part of his length snaps Tobio out of the daze and he shivers, letting out an involuntary sound on the surface of Kei's tongue. Kei replies with a deep hum, touching that part again and making Tobio slightly whine.
Those hands used with precision and accurate mindfulness, reflecting the one that hones it, and the knowledge of being a witness of it for years until this moment of obscurity, they settle on the jerk of Tobio's shoulders, how he wants to lean away from those lips to breathe, but at the same time wanting to let things be anyway.
A deep, guttural groan escapes Tobio when those fingers travel down under the base, settling there to work sparks on his skin, to mindlessly leave him high and desperate. He grips on Kei's sleeve, trying to say something but not being allowed to.
But then he's given a chance when Kei moves to the shell of his ear, leaving small puffs of his breath and making Tobio feel more sensitive than he already is. "Tobio." He jumps, whining to the side. "Is this okay?"
"Y-" Tobio swallows, trying to clear his head. "Yeah..." That rough palm, those wet lips, and his voice; those are more than okay, really. They're enough to make Tobio feel like he's going crazy.
"Good..."
The once cold breeze of autumn is now washed away by the quick pistoning of that hand. Tobio's eyes widen. "Haah, wait...! What's- what are you-" His body weakly thumps on top of Kei, head on the crook of the other's jaw. "Too fast...!" He slurs, back bowing awkwardly.
Kei's arm flexes because of the force of motion, focused on the task he's doing, on Tobio. "I wanna see you." There's desperation in that tone, not too far from Tobio's own. "Wanna see you come undone... Can you do that for me?"
Those words just seemed to make Tobio even more sensitive, living him in a state of melting and floating at the same time. He doesn't even know if he makes a coherent answer, or an attempt at nodding. The concept of reality all but blanks, and when Kei presses a finger once more to that small entrance, Tobio breaks into desperate little wails hidden inside of him without his knowledge.
White bursts around his eyesight amidst its closed state, tight shut by the intensity of his release. That hand is still moving, however, and continues to prolong the euphoria Tobio feels from head to toe, all the way to his trembling thighs and his moans half-heartedly being tucked under Kei's jaw.
He sounds so out of it, and so far away, his whole body shivering and stuttering with his whimpers alongside Kei's hushed whispers of, 'breathe' and 'that's it.' When his leg jumps on reflex in protest, sensitive and still spread out on the bed, Kei finally relents and slowly lets go of his softening member.
At the sight of loose fluid on Kei's hand, Tobio can't help but flush, and when Kei notices, he leaves a small peck on the setter's mouth. "Good?"
Tobio blinks, still catching his breath. He timidly nods. "Mmh."
"Wanna continue?" Kei's lips travel back to his neck, the familiar flash of teeth making Tobio jump. "Hm?" He patiently watches Tobio's reaction, but there's a visible wretch there, like he's just waiting for permission to do something.
Tobio's heart thumps at the implication. C-Continue? There's more of this? "I-" He bites his lip. "What... what else is there?"
"We can do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?"
A kiss on his neck again, edging towards one more bite. Tobio whimpers. He feels the curl of Kei's lips on his skin. "Mhm."
"I want..." Tobio starts, but trails off when Kei continues to linger, tucked away and nibbling. The hold he has on the blonde's shoulder tightens. With his head tilted, Tobio locks eyes with Kei's heated gaze, and immediately looks away, that same heat feeling like it shook through his body. "Just- maybe... All the way..."
He hears Kei's small inhale, before the hands around his hips go down his inner thigh, ultimately staying there to knead on its inner surface. Tobio couldn't stop the small whimper that escaped his lips. "...You're going to be the death of me, Tobio."
The sound of clothes being removed and thrown at a random direction is all but a daze, because as Tobio finally stopped fiddling with his shirt, Kei pulls on his waist and adjusts his position on top of the middle blocker. "Ah-"
"Here?" Two fingers drift in suggestion at Tobio's tail bone, and he exhales at the surface of Kei's collarbone, clutching around his arms tightly. "Tobio. Talk to me."
"I don't-" Tobio pants when Kei cups his left cheek, testing the waters. "You can... j-just do it."
His lips twist when a soft hold on his chin makes him tilt his head up. "King." Kei eyes him in gently. "You don't have to be the one underneath, you know. I'll... I can do it."
"What?" Tobio's mouth gapes, blinking. "No, I- um." He bites on his lip. Kei follows the movement. "Just... help me with it."
That gaze relaxes, and Kei nestles his face on the side of Tobio's. "Alright. Let me grab the lube for a moment."
Laying awkwardly on the bed, Tobio watches Kei reach towards the small drawer beside the bedpost and when he returns with a small bottle, they reposition themselves and Kei maneuvers himself behind Tobio, the latter fiddling with the pillow in front of him as he's leaned down.
"This might take a while." Kei says, and Tobio hears him pouring an amount of the clear liquid on top of his fingertips, and before Tobio could ask what that means, a hand reaches out for his jaw, making Tobio look back and see Kei's fingers hovering on his ass. Oh. That's- what he was about to do moments ago to Tobio.
Kei hears his intake of breath, and the blonde caresses the surface of his hip bone. "Second thoughts?"
"No." Tobio decides to shake his head. "You can... continue."
"Okay." Kei hums. "It might feel weird at first before it gets better. Tell me if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop."
Tobio makes an affirming sound, and Kei sends him one last calculating look before separating his fingers and letting some of the liquid fall on Tobio's hole, as if to test the waters. The setter flinches on reflex, body startled from the sudden coldness, but Kei's continuous massage on his hip calms his stuttering heart, and Tobio nods.
As if hypnotized, Tobio both feels and sees that finger circle his rim, and his legs twitch. The strange feeling has him turning back to the sheets, and his grip around it starts to tighten. When that finger finally breaches inside, Tobio's eyes flutter close, teeth biting even harder on his lip.
It does feel weird, having something inside such a private place. And when it starts to slowly move, Tobio's forehead thumps on the pillows, and he can't help the small whimper that lands on his knuckled fist. Kei continues on like that for a while, and Tobio hears him move over that finger deepening even further, making him feel electricity on his inner thighs.
The hairs on his back go up when Tobio feels Kei's breath much closer than he had last seen him, now encompassing Tobio again with a hold on his abdomen. "Feeling fine?" Kei whispers, and Tobio's breath hitches, pushed towards the covers.
"Mhm." Tobio could only answer, but when a kiss lands on his naked back, Tobio can't help but arch a bit at the ticklish touch, adding to the feeling of that finger starting to fasten, and to curve inside him. "Ngh- Kei..."
"Can I add another now?"
"A-another?" Tobio gasps out. Another nudge on the muscle inside him makes the setter jump. "Nhh-ah... O..okay." Fuck. If even just one finger can make him feel like this, still calming from his earlier orgasm, how much more when... when Kei's inside of him? The thought dissipates every other rational thing in Tobio's already half-empty mind.
He had thought the warning would be enough, but the feeling of two fingers now beside each other inside him pushes strain, stretching the interior in a mind-blanking way. Tobio all but moans to the open air, both hands now reaching for a surface to grab on. "Ahh! Haa... Haa..."
Kei shushes him with trailing kisses around his back, and with every jump his lower half does from the movement of Kei's fingers, so does the opposite because of the wet trail, and just the feeling of every part of his body being controlled by Kei with such easy jabs and pinches.
The tips of those fingers curl, and when it nudges on a certain corner inside him, Tobio chokes around a whine, shaking his head and rising fervor pricks stars on his shut eyelids. He starts feeling restless, body not resisting the urge to twitch with every movement that Kei's hand makes, and the small hums that Kei rests on his skin.
Two turns into three and Tobio has to grip on the sheets even tighter, legs not knowing how to be still, and moans just can't stop escaping his curling lips, even as the way he tilts towards Kei's pillow to try and muffle them. The sound of small squelching, Kei's small breaths, and Tobio's cut-off whimpers circle around the dimly-lit room, binds closed shut and the only source of light being Kei's recessed ones on the ceiling.
There's something building around Tobio's abdomen again, the feeling so similar to when Kei had started touching him earlier, and it makes him clench down on Kei's fingers, has him desperately moving back towards it, and the unconscious urge to be near the edge.
Kei had seemed to notice the hinting flinch of his wobbling knees, because he slows down the pace of his hand. Tobio makes a pitiful sound at the loss of friction. W...why? "Why'd you..." Even turning his head needs effort, with the way it's now fully resting on the pillow, but Tobio reaches to touch Kei, hand waving around the air. "W-why'd you stop?"
Overlooking his state, Kei's chest moves up and down, and he reaches back to that hand, intertwining them. "Come here."
It's a bit difficult, when every part of Tobio feels like cotton and not something that he can control at the moment, but with much of Kei's steady help, they're repositioned to the bedpost, pillows pushed to the edge of the bed and Tobio's back facing the wooden surface as he's seated on top of Kei's lap.
He couldn't help but look down at Kei's stature. Now, it's even more evident how Kei's build had grown over the years. Compared to the loose lankiness he still had in high school, Kei's chest had grown with form, his calves and arms with emphasized shapes. And as they strain with movement, Tobio follows and ends up on Kei's chest.
Being teammates, it was normal to see the others naked, and Tobio just really conditioned himself to not pay attention too much to Kei's nudity on the other side of the room; he got way too nervous to even attempt looking anywhere else but the dry wall in front of him. Now it's different, and at the up-and-down stutter of that body, Tobio squirms.
"It'll be easier this way." Kei kisses his cheek comfortingly. "Up, King."
Tobio lets himself get pulled upwards, to make space for what Kei wants, and once he realizes it really was just Kei positioning his slicked member under his entrance, Tobio softly cries on Kei's shoulder, back arching. "Ah, shit... too hot..."
Kei, too, is trying to catch his breath in front of him, heart beating so fast it harmonizes with Tobio's jumping pulse. When his tip catches on Tobio's entrance, both moan at once, and as Kei continues pushing in, Tobio is already trying to reach for some semblance of sanity that could still be existing, gaze faraway even as it's lined up with the direction of Kei's closet.
But no, all his body thrums with now is its connection with Kei's, the burning stretch on his behind, size so much more intense than Kei's fingers, but it's as hot, maybe even hotter, and just pushes Tobio even further at the inescapable daze he had ventured into from the start.
When Kei pulls his hips up again, only to slam it back down, the sound that Tobio makes is all but broken and purely uncontrolled, echoing through Kei's groan and revolving traffic from outside. He should probably try and quiet down, all too aware of the lack of privacy even with such a decent building, but Tobio is trapped, pulled over and over again by the movement of Kei's legs, the tongue on his Adam's apple, and just the feeling of both immense pleasure from being entered and Kei being the one doing it to him.
Tobio wraps his arms around Kei's neck like a lifeline when the latter starts fastening his movement, muted sounds of skin slapping harmonizing with Tobio's attempt at trying to be quiet. Kei's hand encloses on his mouth but small whispers to quiet down makes Tobio whine instead. The flood of motion and overload on his senses is devoid of consciousness, and Tobio's eyes roll back pitifully, not knowing where to go, eyelashes continuing to flutter with his head thrown back.
"Fuck..." Kei's moan cuts off as he bites his lip. He looks up at the unfocused Tobio, enamored and hypnotized all the same, like he can't help but cant his hips even harder, colliding with Tobio's trembling form. "I'm- close... Haa..."
He removes his now moistened hand from the lower half of Tobio's face and starts to muffle those moans from the setter with a searing kiss. Tobio tries to return it with effort, but as Kei continues to hit that spot inside of him, he just grabs onto his shoulder and arm even tighter, shortened nails still leaving red marks and having Kei gasp around a groan inside Tobio's mouth.
That building feeling, it suddenly tethers to erupt, and that funny feeling in his abdomen has Tobio clenching even tighter around Kei's cock, making it twitch back as they make desperate sounds in each other's lips. "Ahh..! Nngh... mhhm I'm- ahh...!"
Tobio hears himself call out Kei's name, but it sounds so far away, like he's drowning underwater, muted and slow. But the white sparks that flutter over his eyes that had grown crossed is anything but darkness, pushing him high, all tension from his legs to his shoulders on the brink, and on the cliffsides of that pleasure.
The long, high-pitched sound that comes from Tobio stutters with his thighs and lips, colliding with the way Kei's hips twitch once, and twice, until hands on his ass pull him closer, and slams with his shaking figure. Something warm fills him on the inside in spurts, and Tobio goes limp in Kei's strong hold, muttering left-out whimpers from the feeling of being stuffed.
For a held-out moment, Tobio grows unaware of the hand on his face and chest, massaging their surface as sweet nothings are kissed on the shell of his ear and temple. It takes a while for Tobio to slowly come down from the aftershocks of his intense orgasm, still twitching around Kei and breathing trying to resound itself.
When he could finally gaze back at Kei's still blemished amber ones, it takes Tobio much effort, but he exhales a big breath, and it collides with Kei's hand, guiding it to go back to a relatively normal pace.
"Still here with me?" Kei graces a thumb on his cheekbone, worry breaking through the afterglow he, too, is trying to recover from.
"Mn." Tobio difficultly replies, eyes closing again, and cheek resting even further on that warm hand.
They stay like that for a few more minutes, just trying to catch their bearings, and when the feeling of their sweaty body conflicting with the sudden cold air around the room comes, Tobio groans at Kei's collarbone.
He's still way too out of it to even process the various things he had just felt for the first time. Kei's hand brushing through his locks is a good distraction, however, and when Tobio starts to unconsciously match Kei's breathing, he'd long gotten uncomfortable by the state of them.
"Shower." Tobio murmurs, grabbing onto Kei's arm.
Kei had grown silent on top of him for a pause, before he ultimately chuckles, curling one of Tobio's locks around his finger. "Alright."
With Tobio still sensitive, they had to separate from each other slowly, but the friction only resulted in Tobio shuddering, releasing a closed-off cry in Kei's collarbone. Kei, too, had been breathing deeply until finally, his softened cock exited out from Tobio's clenching hole. Tobio shivers at the feeling of Kei's release dripping towards his thighs, a sliver of dizziness trying to cling to him.
Kei sighs beside his ears, caressing his back. "Come on. We need to clean up."
Tobio lets himself get led to the bathroom, his legs shaking along the way, making Kei hold onto his hips tightly, and then they finally enter the bright room.
Inside the bath, Tobio holds the showerhead and aims it to the wall, waiting for the heater to work. Then there are arms around him again, followed by a kiss on his neck. Tobio sighs, glancing at Kei already looking at him. His lips quiver when Kei sticks out his tongue and licks on the surface of that neck.
"Stop that." Tobio exhales, glaring at the smugness and dimly-lit desire lingering in Kei's eyes.
Kei only hums before looking away and grabbing onto his naked figure even tighter, nosing at his collarbone. Tobio exasperatedly rolls his eyes and checks the temperature of the water.
He had to slap Kei's sneaky hand away while washing his behind, those insistent fingers clutching onto him tightly. Tobio groans, elbowing him, trying not to instigate his own body at his boyfriend's antics, even as he shivers when more of Kei's cum drips out of him.
Kei is attentively watching the scene. "Are you still not done?" Tobio slowly wipes off the last few drips of liquid outside his hole with a shaky breath, trying not to touch himself for too long down there.
"No." Kei mutters, reaching out again.
...They don't get out of the bathroom until after a while, with Kei kissing apologies on Tobio's reddened shoulder and Tobio's twitching expression as he attempts to walk without shaking. It takes one glare from him to make Kei lean away, even with the scheming look in his eyes staying permanent.
Tobio questions why he even bothers with the man, but comes to the conclusion that it's because he doesn't care. To let out his frustrations, he ignores Kei until they've changed into looser clothes and have settled on the bed to sleep.
Nonetheless, it only takes one invitation from Kei to lay close to each other for Tobio to give up.
But he does kick Kei in the ass with his free foot when the other tries attempting to sneak a hand inside his shirt when Tobio's already half-asleep.
Tobio might want to take at least a day off again.