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The chlorinated water sloughed off Nakamura’s skin as he climbed up the ladder and exited the pool. It was both a drying and moisturizing feeling at the same time. The droplets slid from his neck to his slim chest and stomach, sinking into his swimming shorts, and making it cling to his thighs.
He needed a break.
Hirose cannonballed into the water with a huge splash, and surfaced from the depths pushing his hair back with his fingers. It emphasized the softness of his features, that delicate frame and waist moving so innocently through the water.
Nakamura bit back a groan. When they all decided to go swimming together, Nakamura didn’t expect for Hirose to tease him like this. Existing like that with his shirt off, wearing those cute orange trunks and exposing his bare skin for all to eat right up.
He wanted to touch it. He wanted to grab Hirose’s waist and see if he’d flinch, or moan, or understand what kind of noises the guy would make. Just thinking about it gave him a hard-on so obvious he had to shift his legs and head straight for the shower room.
The moment Nakamura went out back and closed the shower room door’s entrance, noise from the outside cut off to this muffled, distant noise. The splashing, the laughter and screaming, everything felt miles away in that fully tiled room lined with showerheads and drains. The sound of the water dropping from his body to the tiles echoed in the room’s daunting acoustics. He had to finish this quick.
Nakamura moseyed over to the stall in the corner, his dick straining against the tight wet shorts. He felt like a caged animal on the brink of lashing out. Slowly, he slipped a hand into the waistband of his shorts, then paused.
Think about this, he thought. Everyone was right outside, and if someone came in at the wrong time it’d be a front-row seat to an unplanned striptease. But at the same time, his dick was so hard he almost didn’t care. His breath came out hot, his chest heaving up and down with a hungry need that was just impossible to ignore.
It was just such a bad idea. At least, that’s what he thought. But then his eyes spotted the bright orange shirt dangling from the shower faucet. It gave off a familiar scent. Almost milky, sweet and like vanilla. His dick twitched angrily in his shorts and Nakamura grunted. It was embarrassing. He never thought he’d be the kind of person who’d get so easily aroused by the person he liked.
And to think of such impure things about Hirose! Plotting the many different ways he could begin to defile him, how he could get Hirose to enjoy it, to make noises for him…
It was inside out, the print inverted and barely visible from that part of the fabric. Then he saw the tag. Written in black marker ink, written on the square was the owner’s name.
Aiki Hirose.
It was like he saw red. Though in this case, it was orange. All he could focus on was that bright orange shirt, the implications and possibilities had Nakamura’s mouth watering.
He didn’t think, he just grabbed the shirt and shoved the neckline directly onto his nose.
It was like an explosion of hormones were injected straight into his bloodstream. The mix of a light, sweaty musk, the scent of vanilla, and that odd salty-sweet scent that was so Hirose shot up his nose, and made the blood rush straight to his groin.
Nakamura stood with his legs a little further apart, one hand shoving the shirt onto his nose, the other slipping into his shorts and holding onto his throbbing hard-on.
“Fuck.” His knees buckled. His face felt so hot he felt like he was coming down with something.
The scent did wonders for his imagination. He snapped his eyes shut, vivid images of Hirose flashing in quick, heavy succession: Hirose underneath him on his bed, panting for air while Nakamura shoved his nose into the crook of his neck; Hirose pushing him gently down on the bed, straddling Nakamura’s waist before kissing him with those unbelievably soft lips; Hirose with his arms locked around Nakamura’s neck, pulling him in as close as possible as he writhed under Nakamura’s expert touch, begging Nakamura not to let him cum just yet.
Precum leaked from Nakamura’s tip like a leaky faucet, he couldn’t stop himself from panting anymore. “Fuck, Hirose.” The world spun around in Nakamura’s vision, eyes fluttering a little, struggling to concentrate because of how good this felt.
Hirose’s shirt just smelled so fucking good. It was a disgusting thing to do. There was nothing more perverted and treacherous that Nakamura could’ve done other than straight up touch Hirose without his consent. The shame was so heavy he almost fell forward from the guilt and pleasure combined.
But that sweet, sweet smell was just so much stronger than the guilt. Nakamura’s head rolled back, his hand stroking with an even tighter hold, chasing that shock of electricity from every movement.
“Hirose, fuck.” Nakamura shuddered, his eyes wandering around, before landing on a silhouette standing completely still by the entrance.
Nakamura froze. His eyes locked with Matsumura’s striking eyes, and the wet curtain of bangs that clung to that handsome face. He was half naked, wearing nothing but dark blue swimming shorts.
“You,” Matsumura locked the door, “you’re disgusting.”
The words felt like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped right on him. Shame and fear shot up, his hands trembling as he pulled his hand out of his shorts. “I-I was just.”
“Don’t even try to get out of this.” Matsumura looked down at him with a wild look in his eyes, “I heard everything.”
Nakamura’s heart was pounding, this was it. His life was over. He was gonna report him and-
“Put it on.”
Nakamura blinked, “W-what?”
“I said,” Matsumura stepped closer, his voice raspy with need, “put it on.”
Nakamura was stunlocked. He just looked up at him in fear and shock.
Matsumura let out a shaky sigh and grabbed the shirt, slipping it on Nakamura one arm at a time. “You think I’m gonna pass up an opportunity like this to make use of one of Hirose’s shirts?” He was panting, voice low and manic, his eyes were so dilated the rings were hollow and intense, like a predator finally cornering his prey.
When the shirt was on Nakamura, it squeezed his body. Hirose’s clothes were clearly too small for Nakamura’s frame. It was crazy and suffocating, like he was in a straight jacket.
Matsumura twirled Nakamura around and pushed him against the tiled wall, breathing right in Nakamura’s ear. “You and I both know we’re disgusting creeps, l-let’s just enjoy it. No one has to know, we won’t ever get a chance like this again, right? Haha…”
Matsumura’s chest pressed against Nakamura’s back, raw skin against the shirt, his body was a little more firm than Nakamura’s The raw, pathetic, desperation in Matsumura’s voice struck deep into Nakamura’s innermost desires. “No one has to know,” he repeated.
That response was like a signal. Immediately after, Matsumura cupped Nakamura’s smaller neck with his left hand, squeezing just enough to let him know who was in charge. The other hand slipped into Nakamura’s shirt, tracing the surface of Nakamura’s stomach, before landing firmly on his waist. The touch made Nakamura flinch and shiver.
“Hah, if I just imagine you’re a little smaller, a little softer, then I’m basically doing it with Hirose.” Matsumura gulped. He dug his nose into Nakamura’s shoulder, breathing him in through the fabric. “Fuck, that smell’s so good.”
“W-what are you doing?” Nakamura panted, the perversion of the act finally catching up to him. He felt like a toy, a means to an end, but at the same time, something about being held so tightly like that made his knees go weak, and caused his stomach to tie into knots.
Matsumura’s hand squeezed his waist. It was such a big hand. It only now started to render just how much taller Matsumura really was, how easy it was for the taller guy to have his way. It was like the guy heard his deepest thoughts, because the hand on his waist slipped up to his nipple, brushing it slightly with his fingertips in a featherlight motion.
Nakamura whimpered, “H-hey, what are you-”
“Quiet.” Matsumura urged, desperate and so horny Nakamura could feel something big and heavy poking at the small of his back.
Matsumura gave Nakamura’s nipple a sudden squeeze and Nakamura jerked. Matsumura kept him steady and repeated the motion over and over.
“Stop, it feels weird.” Nakamura begged.
Matsumura didn’t respond. He just licked Nakamura’s neck and bit his ear. When Nakamura yelped, Matsumura chuckled, his breath brushing against Nakamura’s right ear, “Wow, Hirose. I can’t believe it. My touch is actually making you feel things. You don’t know,” he squeezed the nipple even tighter, “how much I’ve been waiting for this.”
Nakamura felt tiny. He felt powerless, and for some reason, he didn’t hate it. A small spark of pleasure shot from his nipple, and Nakamura let out a half gasp.
“Do you like that, Hirose?”
“I-I…” Nakamura snapped his eyes shut, he couldn’t handle this at all. This was weird! This was confusing!
His muscles were easing into the touch, his chest pushing out just a bit to encourage Matsumura’s touch. As if he was enjoying being handled by the guy. He couldn’t even see Matsumura’s face in this position and yet-
He imagined it. That manic, obsessive, look expression he saw earlier but wider, and Nakamura’s dick leaked a little. No, no, it couldn’t be happening.
“You like it a lot when I hold you like this.” Matsumura declared, his dick now pressing firmly against Nakamura’s back, he could feel it throbbing against him. “I can tell.”
Matsumura moaned in his ear and Nakamura felt his limbs turning into jelly. He almost fell down, but Matsumura kept him firmly in place again.
“M-matsumura.”
“You don’t call me that, remember?”
Nakamura thought his pride was better than this, but he caved in, “Ko-chan.”
He was pathetic. He couldn’t believe he was stooping this low. His desire to be with Hirose was twisting in his mind. He tainted it the moment he touched that shirt, and how he was paying the price.
He couldn’t think, his entire body was hot to the touch, and all he could think about was how he loved Hirose so much, and here he was wanting touch, wanting love so desperately that he was going as far as to pretend he was Hirose. Pretending he was someone who could actually attract someone else’s desire
“What is it, Hirose?” Matsumura started grinding his hard-on against Nakamura’s ass.
Nakamura whimpered, he had to take a deep breath just to keep from moaning instead of getting out words, “I-I need you to touch it.”
Matsumura cussed out a little “fuck”, his dick twitching even more against Nakamura’s ass. He listened, adjusting his hold on Nakamura’s neck while his right hand went from the nipple and into Nakamura’s shorts and began moving his hand. Nakamura’s thighs trembled, it was so fucking good. The way those large fingers wrapped around his cock, moving back and forth to show how easy it was for the guy to please him.
“Look at you,” Matsumura rasped, his voice brimming with mania at this point, “you’re so sensitive. Am I doing this right, Hirose? Am I making you feel good?”
“Y-yes.” Nakamura admitted weakly, his hips instinctively bucking up to meet his hand. Matsumura moaned and picked up his pace, grinding the bulge behind his wet shorts against the cleft of Nakamura’s ass.
Matsumura dug his nose into the shirt once more, taking a deep breath. He huffed, and suddenly, he let go of Nakamura.
Nakamura whined in the absence of touch, but that didn’t last long. Matsumura grabbed him by the waist and twirled him around.
The expression on Matsumura’s face stroked the burning heat in his face. The expression was so desperate, an anxious smile on his face that just wouldn’t let up. Matsumura needed to be right with him at all times or the fantasy would be dispelled.
Matsumura’s fingers trembled as he tugged his shorts down, and Nakamura’s eyes blew wide.
His cock sprang free, pulsing a bright pink, bulging with veins. It was easily bigger and thicker than Nakamura’s too. Nakamura couldn’t take his eyes away.
He’d seen things before. Online, in some of the BL he’d read there were graphic depictions that made him blush and close. tab. But the sight of Matsumura’s throbbing dick t felt like a dead-on impression of his own current state, desperate and teeming with barely suppressed lust. He wanted to touch it, he wanted to put it in his hand.
Matsumura’s mouth twitched, “Suck me off, please…”
Nakamura kneeled down, and Matsumura’s excitement showed. His hand landed on Nakamura’s head, shakily guiding him towards the tip of his cock.
The smell was a thick, dizzying must. He put a hand on the base and Matsumura let out a shaky breath. “Fuck.” Then, Nakamura put the tip in his mouth and Matsumura made a strangled noise. “Oh, God. Yes, yes, just like that.“
Nakamura dipped his tongue into the slit, licking around the tip before taking it even deeper. His movements were unpracticed and clumsy, it was a lot harder than it seemed. His jaw ached immediately. It was a lot bigger than it looked, taking it in his mouth was proving to be incredibly difficult, but he liked the challenge. He wanted to keep hearing that voice.
Nakamura squeezed and stroked the base in time with bobbing his head. He felt himself somehow getting used to the salty taste, he kinda liked it.
Matsumura let out a low, guttural groan, cupping Nakamura’s cheek. “T-that’s it… You're driving me crazy, Hirose.”
Nakamura leaned into that hand with his cheek. The guidance made him feel like he was melting, like he was being loved and lusted over to an extent that preceded rational decisions.
“Nghhh-” Matsumura let out a high whine, and Nakamura could taste the precum starting to drip onto his tongue. He tried to take more of it, his mouth stretching wider as he did his best to breathe with his nose and push it all the way in. That’s when Nakamura let his hand off the base of his dick and then somehow hilted.
His eyes blurred just from the depth. He gagged a few times before taking deep breaths, somehow able to keep it under control. Matsumura’s head had rolled far back, his hands had moved from Nakamura’s cheek to his scalp, digging into it so hard it felt like it was gonna break skin.
“Hirose,” Matsumura started to fuck his mouth slowly. But his patience didn’t last. His eyes were snapped shut, his pace accelerating until he was practically slapping his pelvis against Nakamura’s lips with every other thrust.
Nakamura’s eyes were wet with tears, he was choking and sputtering, gripping the back of Matsumura’s thighs as hard as he could just to keep himself from falling backwards.
“A-almost there!” Matsumura pistoned into his mouth and came with a guttural growl, “Fuck! Hirose!”
Sticky hot liquid painted his throat, forcing him to swallow around it. He liked it. The way it felt like he was being tainted by someone’s desire, becoming something that they needed just to get by. It was intoxicating.
Matsumura’s cock pulsed and throbbed around his throat. When Matsumura’s dick ebbed, he pulled away, leaving Nakamura’s lips sticky and swollen red. He leaned against the tiled walls as he tried to catch his breath, sanity seeming to slowly return to his face. “What did I just…” Matsumura’s face went pale as he looked at Nakamura. The way that taller guy stared at him, both amazed and terrified, made Nakamura’s cock twitch a little.
“H-hey,” Nakamura wiped the sticky drool and semen from his face, “I-I’m still pent up.”
A bit of the mania from earlier returned in Matsumura’s eyes, “Right.”
He lowered himself to Nakamura’s level, and then pushed his shoulders down till Nakamura was lying down, the cold hard tiles pressing against his back. Matsumura pulled down Nakamura’s shorts and squeezed his waist.
He pushed his hair back first, then started to suck him off. Swirling the tongue against the tip, and taking him in deep and pulling back till just the tip was inside, sucking on it hard like a lollipop.
Nakamura couldn’t move much. Matsumura’s tight hold kept him firmly lying there on the tiles as he hovered over him and took him with twice the amount of skill that Nakamura showed earlier.
As if he could read his mind, Matsumura pulled away for a moment and looked up at him. “You’re smaller than me,” he said. “It’s easier to take you in my mouth.”
Matsumura took him into the hilt again and started to swallow around it. It was too much. The sensation was a shock to his system, completely at Matsumura’s mercy as he expertly tried to wring him of the need building up in his lower stomach.
“K-ko-chan I can’t!”
Matsumura just sucked even harder. Nakamura clawed at his scalp, unsure whether to pull away or push him in deeper. He moaned and whined, his toes curling as he helplessly lay there like a piece of meat. He was just a guy being pulled deeper into this spiral, and he found himself feeling more and more addicted. He wanted more. It wasn’t enough. He needed more. The world narrowed down to that feeling, that warmth hugging his dick and-
“Fuck!” Nakamura shoved Matsumura down on his dick. Matsumura swallowed it all, looking up at him with a drunk, hungry need in his eyes.
Once the heavy pulses of intense pleasure began to fade, Matsumura pulled out, and Nakamura could feel the cold rush of air against his groin.
Matsumura sat up, Nakamura pushed himself up to sit against the tiled walls, and they stared at each other for a long while. Neither of them said a word, but there was an unspoken tether, a mutually unsatisfied expression of hunger.
Then, Matsumura had closed the distance, his lips on Nakamura’s. A strange warmth tugged at Nakamura’s chest, he tilted his head downwards, giving Matsumura the angle to dig his tongue deep inside Nakamura’s mouth.
Then came the hands. Nakamura’s antsy fingers were first. He mapped the large frame of Matsumura’s back with both his hands, clawing at it and squeezing at his small waist. Matsumura groaned into the kiss, one hand going behind Nakamura’s head to push their lips closer together, the other fondling his chest again.
He felt dizzy. It felt right. It felt like it was exactly what he should’ve been doing for as long as he can remember.
Matsumura pulled away for a brief second to say, “take it off,” before diving right back into his mouth.
Nakamura’s arms naturally raised upwards, and Matsumura tugged the shirt off him, tossing it somewhere. Nakamura didn’t give a damn at the moment, he just wanted to keep his tongue rolling into this ridiculously good-looking dude’s mouth..
Matsumura pulled away, panting. “Fuck, Nakamura, you taste so good.”
Nakamura blushed, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
They kissed harder this time. Matsumura adjusted their positions, slotting himself between Nakamura’s thighs and pushing them high and wide. Nakamura got hard again instantly, he already knew where this was going. And he didn’t mind.
Matsumura pulled away, panting. He pulled off Nakamura’s shorts, leaving him stark naked. His cock was already hard and throbbing again, and Matsumura looked at it with amusement.
That look made Nakamura melt a little. His blood buzzed at the realization that he could make someone look so hungry.
Their eyes locked, and Nakamura didn’t dare break eye contact. He watched feverishly as Matsumura spit into his own hand, spreading it around his long, perfect fingers until it was coated in a thick viscous layer of saliva.
Nakamura gulped. A mix of terror and eagerness burning deep in his stomach. He was shocked by what he was doing. This was more than just one line. He was crossing all the boundaries.
His legs trembled slightly, eyes fixed on Matsumura’s hand. Breathing slowly as Matsumura guided his fingers to Nakamura’s hole, and pushing in a finger. It was a heavy and strange feeling, but not at all unwelcome. The fingers dug deep into him, just strangely uncomfortable and making his stomach feel tense.
“Relax,” Matsumura murmured. “If you tense up now then we won’t get anywhere.”
Nakamura blushed hard. He felt the pressure increase. A blunt, stretching sensation that felt different from anything that had happened so far. Matsumura put in another finger, and began working them in. The slickness of the spit made the movement smoother, but the sensation just made maintaining his composure harder.
Every time a finger pushed a little deeper, Nakamura felt an uncomfortable shock shooting up his stomach, twisting the knots there even tighter. Every time Matsumura moved around inside, the lubricated fingers made a raunchy squelching noise.
Another finger went in, and Matsumura pushed all three digits as deep as possible. Nakamura yelped out a pathetic whine, the tension giving out to an overwhelming sense of surrender. Then, Matsumura curled his fingers up just right, and he felt the tightness in his stomach pulse, he couldn’t help but gasp.
Matsumura panted, “Try to stay still.”
He curled his fingers up to that spot over and over again, pulling Nakamura deeper and deeper into this abyss of pleasure that he couldn’t understand. It filled his brain with an irrational joy of being used, then came the physical sensation. Each time it hit that spot, it felt like his dick was being touched from the inside, trying to push the semen out from the inside.
It felt like a trance. He just looked into Matsumura’s eyes as the feeling throbbed and throbbed, growing more and more intense until finally, each touch was making him gasp with pleasure. As it peaked, Matsumura kept the pace steady.
Nakamura screamed, transparent precum leaking out of him nonstop.
“S-stop! Stop, I can't breathe!”
Matsumura pulled out. His expression darkened with hunger. He brushed Nakamura’s bangs out of his eyes, looking straight into them as he hoisted the smaller boy’s thighs up and wrapping them around his waist.. Then, Nakamura felt the broad, blunt head of Matsumura’s dick brushing against his entrance.
This was really happening. He was gonna… have sex with Matsumura. His body shivered in fear and anticipation, he was trembling so hard he could barely keep himself sitting upright on the tiled walls.
The stretch was immense at first. Nakamura screamed out, as the initial stretch struggled against Matsumura’s dick. “Arghh, arhhh!”
“Quiet,” Matsumura said softly, “just a little more.”
Matsumura didn’t rush him. He pushed with a slow, patient force. Letting Nakamura’s insides adjust a bit, waiting for the steadiness of his breath before pushing in deeper. The friction was thick and heavy, it made his eyes swim with white spots, as if the stars were literally shining in his eyes.
It felt… so good. Just the feeling of becoming one with someone, learning how to take them in and make them want him too. It felt like he was melting.
“You’re a lot tighter than you look. Shit, we can’t tell anyone about this.”
Nakamura knew that much. He wasn’t an idiot. But man, the thought of doing this again…
His walls clenched around Matsumura tighter, as if it was begging to be taken even harder. And Matsumura got the message.
He put Nakamura’s arms around his neck, and fixed Nakamura’s thighs around his waist, “Wrap your legs around my back.”
Nakamura locked his angles together behind the small of Matsumura’s back and the guy moaned. “Fuck, just like that.”
Matsumura grunted and started to thrust. Slow at first, but then the friction scraped so much pleasure out of Nakamura’s insides his back was arching, trying to hold himself together by holding onto Matsumura as much as he could.
Matsumura pistoned into him faster, and Nakamura whined against his ear, “Agh, I can’t!”
“Shh, quiet. Almost, fuck-” Matsumura pushed him into the wall, thrusting forward and a little upward, over and over again, sawing himself in and out of Nakamura’s insides.
Nakamura’s insides clenched wildly, and Matsumura saw his cue. He kissed Nakamura deep, pounding as deep and hard as he could before erupting inside him. He pulled out of the kiss and growled out Nakamura’s name, burying his face into Nakamura’s neck, as he came.
At the same time, he took Nakamura’s dick in one hand and stroked it till the smaller boy came, shooting against both of their bodies.
Matsumura pulled out, panting. Nakamura felt the absence of him, suddenly feeling empty deep inside.
“That was…”
“Good?” Matsumura asked.
Nakamura nodded. “Next time, we won’t need the shirt right?”