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Long hours with very little sleep was nothing new to Koga Yudai. Honestly he knew more about how to convince his body that it didn’t need to sleep than he did about relaxing. Though the rest of his group often teased him about sleeping in late and being one of the most
challenging members to wake up, it was mostly due to his body just crashing in exhaustion to the point it was impossible to pull him up from sleep.
One of the more unfortunate parts about traveling separate from the rest of the group for solo schedules meant that his sleep schedule often would not meet up with anyone else’s. And as he walked into the dorms from a return flight from Korea, he was met with exactly one of those instances. His eyes screamed at him to close them, to just run as fast as he could to the bedroom and close them for hours. As soon as he heard another person awake in the kitchen his brain told him sleep was not happening.
“Hello?” A deep morning voice called from the kitchen. Fuma was an early riser when he wanted to be, it wasn’t uncommon for him to wake before anyone else to enjoy the silence of the morning air.
Kei slipped off his shoes at the door and turned the corner to peer into the kitchen. “Hello~ shouldn’t you still be asleep?” He teased but upon looking at the timer above the oven realized it was him that should be asleep.
“Oh- I assumed you got home late last night, are you just getting in now?” Fuma didn’t have the worst bed head in the house, but it was still early enough that his hair stuck up in random directions. He still wore his pikachu pajama pants and was clearly waiting for his first cup of coffee to brew.
“Flight was delayed” Kei laughed. And though his body screamed at him to turn around and fall into his sheets immediately, the part of his brain that usually helped him function through his packed schedule refused to let him.
“You must be exhausted” Fuma commented, pouring himself a mug of coffee, noting the bags under the older boy’s eyes even under the perfectly matched concealer.
“Not really,” Kei awkwardly laughed. He never knew why he was so compelled to be awake as soon as other people were around him. It was like his body couldn’t trigger the sleep part of his brain while there were things he could be doing. He could tell that Fuma didn’t believe a word he was saying even as it was leaving his mouth. “We could go for a run if you wanted?”
Fuma tsked, running a hand through his unruly hair. “You will be going to sleep, I can tell just by looking at you that you haven’t had any real rest in a week.”
“Are you saying I look bad?” Kei gasped, but his usual heat was absent. He knew Fuma could see right through him.
“No, I’m saying you need to rest.” Fuma set down his coffee and walked over. He pulled the duffle bag from Kei’s shoulder without asking and walked down the hall towards the bedrooms. “If you want to sleep in my room, there’s no one in there right now.”
“I should shower and—“
“I have makeup remover in my room, come on.” Fuma pushed open the door and dropped Kei’s bag next to the nightstand. He pulled back the sheets and closed the blinds as he heard Kei’s soft footsteps enter the room behind him.
“It’s ok, I can go up to my room—“ Kei began but was quickly silenced by a sharp glance.
“Come on, if you’d like a small neck massage I have a few minutes.” Fuma spoke as though this was a normal thing, when in fact Kei couldn’t remember the last time Fuma touched him when they were alone. Sure they had discussed with the group about what types of affections they were all okay with, but Fuma was typically the type to show his affection through acts of service. Physical affection was not often offered and Kei’s body tingled with the thought.
“…okay” he mumbled, feeling the heat in his ears.
Kei slowly slid down to the bed. Fuma’s bed. That smelled like him, in sheets he slept in, about to be touched by said man. His heart was pounding so hard he swore it was going to burst out of his chest.
This thing was, Fuma was sort of always off limits. Someone who, if Kei wasn’t careful, could turn that switch in his brain off. The switch that forced him to stay up for hours to drill choreography, or practice that high note a bit more, or woke him up before his alarm to put on his makeup early. There had been a few times in the past where Fuma’s caring had managed to make Kei actually sleep in, and that was… to be frank, really scary. Though others may see his nature as a hindrance, that switch is what allowed Kei to be the idol he was.
Just as the tingle under his skin almost made him jump up out of the bed, Kei felt sturdy hands press against the back of his head. It was over before he even knew it, his body relaxed into Fuma’s grip immediately.
“You’re so tense.” Fuma stated, his body pressed up against Kei’s seated back, allowing the taller man to sink back into his solid form. An involuntary noise came out from the back of Kei’s throat as Fuma’s thumb began making circles on the back of his scalp.
It could’ve been hours but the time would’ve still been too short, as Fuma finished pressing his hands down the back of Kei’s shoulders. His fingers pulling back up the clothing he had moved to the side.
“Hand me your phone, I’ll set your alarm.” Fuma said. It was so Fuma of him. Kei had learned very early on that the way the younger man demanded things in the gentlest voice was something he secretly loved. It was so easy to let himself be taken care of. He passed his phone over his shoulder, as the younger man typed in something and then locked the screen. Plugging it into the wall next to the bed he gently pushed away, Kei’s body screaming as they came apart.
“Now sleep.” Fuma demanded as he walked towards the door, looking back with strict eyes until Kei finally pushed the sheets back enough to climb in. Only thinking to pull his pants off after and having to embarrassingly do it under Fuma’s intense gaze, before getting comfortable. Fuma then smiled, the sweet smile where his eyes crinkled a bit, before turning the lights off and shutting the door.
And then Kei was alone. If it was any other bed, he probably would’ve never fallen asleep. But the surrounding scent of comfort made his body shut down as soon as his head hit the pillow.
It was strange. Nothing seemed to change at all but yet Kei’s body didn’t seem to get that memo. From that day on, sleeping became somehow… worse? His already awful sleeping habits seemed to intensify over the next few weeks. It could’ve been the never ending schedules, variety shows, practices, meetings, it never ended; yet as soon as he was given a moment to rest it was like his brain kicked into overdrive. Only when he was physically unable to walk did he finally pass out.
That was unless he got close enough to that comforting scent. The scent of that bed that held him, of those hands that rubbed the back of his head so firmly, of that voice that talked to him in just the right way. More than once he had found himself asleep on Fuma’s shoulder in a van. Once in the past week he even accidentally fell asleep on a practice room chair clutching said man’s sweaty workout jacket.
If Fuma had found any of Kei’s behavior strange he didn’t mention it, honestly it was driving the older man insane. It would’ve been easier if Fuma confronted him, told him to take care of himself on his own, not be so weird. But he was Fuma and ran his fingers gently through the older man’s hair as he rested. It was infuriating.
Kei had finally returned from overseas schedules for a few days and found himself walking aimlessly through the dorms. The air was quiet, even the members with terrible sleeping habits were lights out at this point. Except for Kei. The first night this happened he was able to go for a run so that when he came back and showered he was able to lay down for half an hour before alarms went off around him and they started their busy day.
But by day two, he was a zombie. His brain was buzzing but his body was screaming at him. Desperate not to wake any of his group mates who also needed the sleep, he walked with the softest possible steps around the dorm. He found himself downstairs wandering into the bathroom he didn’t use as much. Like if he’d open up a cabinet it would hold a magical pill that would will a full night’s rest upon him.
Down the hallway a creak nearly scared Kei into knocking every cream and container of toothpaste onto the ground. As he scrambled to pick up things a head popped around the corner and looked at the mess.
“What are you doing?” Fuma asked, clearly half asleep himself.
“I was—“ Kei tried to speak but he didn’t even know what he was doing.
“Your bathroom upstairs off limits?” Fuma rubbed his eyes at the bright lights from the small room.
“I—“ Kei couldn’t say anything. He knew that Fuma already could see through him.
Fuma gazed down at him, then squatted to help pick up the remaining skin care products littered across the floor. “When was the last time you slept?”
“…on the flight” Kei murmured, placing the last container on the bathroom counter top.
“That was over 2 days ago” Fuma’s eyebrows scrunched together, clearly comprehending the information even with a fuzzy brain. Kei shrugged.
Fuma reached down and took ahold of Kei’s hand, gently but firmly, and began pulling him down the hallway. Flicking off the bathroom lights before leaving he walked back towards the open door. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
Kei panicked. That room was too much. However, he also didn’t know what to do. His body wanted to sleep so much that it allowed him to be funneled into the bedroom before he even knew it. The door shut quietly behind him, trapping him inside. Fuma didn’t wait for a response, just pulled aside the sheets and plopped onto the mattress, looking back at the taller man.
“Well, come on.”
Kei’s feet seemed to move on their own, stumbling across the room and then he was sitting down on that mattress again.
“Are you sure?” He asked, unable to meet the younger man’s gaze.
Fuma grunted in agreement and then pulled the eldest member down into his arms. Pressing Kei into his side, he positioned them confidently. Kei often felt like he was too big for most beds, especially if there was someone else on said bed with him. But being tucked so small up against Fuma, it made him feel like the mattress was never ending.
“Shh- we sleep now”.
It was honestly one of the most relaxing sleeps he had ever experienced and even though the alarm dragged him up earlier than his body wanted him to get up, waking up with his head pressed into Fuma’s warm neck was worth the noise.
The next week and a half, Kei felt like he was walking around in a daze. His schedule never slowed down, of course it didn’t, but it felt like he was walking through clouds and had to be funneled by his manager everywhere. On day three of his never relenting schedule, his body gave out and he passed out on the couch in the practice room, only to be awoken by a glum looking Euijoo. Clearly torn between letting his eldest member get some much needed sleep and the management team here to drag Kei away to his next schedule.
Finally, finding himself back in the dorms in the middle of the night on his way back from a solo schedule. Kei walked into a quiet space, all the rest of the team having crashed after practice hours before. His feet seemed to carry him to his second eldest member’s room before his brain even caught up.
Before second guessing himself, he pushed the door gently open. The room was not messy, but lived in. Video game cases laying in one corner, a controller still plugged in laying across the floor, a blanket that clearly was kicked laying half off the bed. And of course, Fuma, who was tucked with his back facing the door, just a lump in the dark.
Kei took a small step and then stopped. Wondering if this was a boundary he was really about to cross. He prided himself on his independence, he wanted to be a pillar for the younger members to look up too. Yet here he was, crawling to someone to help him with the most basic function.
As he was getting ready to turn and leave a soft voice broke the self doubt.
“Kei-kun?” A very sleepy Fuma turned over in his sheets to face the door. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes he went to turn the lamp next to the bed on. The light wasn’t overly bright, but did send a small shock through Kei’s body.
“What time is it? Did I oversleep?” Fuma quickly pulled his phone from the side table to look at the very early morning hour. Kei just stood in the doorway awkwardly as Fuma took in the hour.
“Are you okay? Did you just get back?” Fuma shifted up to fully face the eldest boy as he placed his phone back down. Kei didn’t know why his voice wasn’t working, all he could do was seemingly shift his weight back and forth. He nodded yes trying to find some words as to why he was here. Luckily it seemed Fuma figured it out on his own after a moment.
“Do you want to sleep here?” He motioned at the bed. Kei looked from Fuma to the floor, nodding but too embarrassed to say anything. Fuma quickly shifted closer to the wall, making space on the small mattress. Kei turned and shut the door behind him before shuffling over and climbing into the bed before he could stop himself.
“You look exhausted.” Fuma commented, no malice in his voice. “Our eldest member should be taking better care of himself.” He smiled as Kei laid his head down on the pillow, he felt himself blush deeply at the comment. Fuma was right but it’s not like Kei could just slow down, even with small gaps in his schedule his body refused to turn off.
A small touch brought Kei from his spiraling thoughts, a gentle hand turning his face toward the other man.
“I worry about you.”
A stray tear rolled down Kei’s cheek before he could stop it, his eyes wide with shock. It was crazy how all his carefully built walls seemed to come crumbling down the second he was around the other man. He leaned over and laid his lips on the man across from him without thinking.
Fuma’s lips were soft, he must have put on a lip mask before bed because he tasted like sweet plums. His lips moved slowly meeting Kei’s before Kei realized what he had done and pulled back sharply.
“I— I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“ Kei stammered.
“It’s okay,” Fuma stroked his hand through the older man’s hair. He then leaned back in and kissed Kei. It was like all the nerves on Kei’s body tingled together, unlike shooting through his body it was like everything felt warm. He closed his eyes and let Fuma kiss him deeply, he let out a small groan from the back of his throat as he felt a hand snake behind his back pulling him closer.
Fuma pulled back gently, letting their lips part as slowly as possible. He breathed deeply before opening his eyes to meet the other man’s deep chocolate brown ones. Kei couldn’t help the way his body tingled, he pushed himself closer to the sensation; his torso flush to the other man’s and their legs tangled together.
“It hurts,” he whispered. Fuma’s eyebrows pushed together in concern.
“What hurts, darling?” The pet name sent a new flood of tingles through Kei’s skin. He snuck a hand through Fuma’s soft hair, letting the strands fall through his fingers over and over.
“I can’t sleep. My body won’t let me. It’s like I have to get to the point where everything shuts off on its own before I can. It hurts” he confessed.
Fuma took in the information, the hand he had placed on Kei’s hip moved to his back as it slowly drew circles.
“Do you need help turning off your brain?” Fuma asked his eyes searching for the other man’s. Kei was nodding yes before the question was even asked. Fuma leaned back in and kissed him like he was put on this earth for one reason, and that reason was to kiss Yudai.
Fuma swiped his tongue along Kei’s lips who eagerly let him inside. Kei’s small mouth felt completely full as Fuma ate him up, the younger man pushing himself up onto an elbow for a better angle. He began kissing down Kei’s jaw line and maneuvering his body so his upper body was over the taller man’s, as well as pushing a leg in between Kei’s so their crotches could brush against eachother.
As he kissed Kei's neck, Fuma gently placed his hand over Kei’s eyes and whispered “just relax, let me take care of you.” An involuntary shiver ran down Kei’s whole body and he shut his eyes, letting the feeling hold him completely. Fuma unbuttoned the silk top that Kei wore, pushing it apart so he could run his hands over the skin.
A sound snuck its way out of Kei’s mouth as he felt a finger flick across one of his nipples, quickly he tried to hold back his voice but another one came out as the finger continued to massage his chest. He desperately tried to contain himself with a hand over his mouth and he heard Fuma chuckle lightly.
“That’s it, it’s okay to lose yourself. I’ll take care of you.” Fuma rolled his hips in time with his words, brushing them against each other. Kei thought his eyes may have rolled completely into his head at the feeling.
Fuma moved as if to take Kei’s pants off but suddenly stopped himself. He paused for long enough that Kei opened his eyes and caught the others' gaze. Fuma leaned in close to Kei’s ear and whispered.
“I’m going to take your pants off and touch you, is that okay?” It was the first time all night that Kei heard a sliver of self doubt in the other man’s voice. He had clearly been nervous about crossing this boundary just as Kei had been. Kei quickly nodded and turned his face to catch the other man’s lips in a kiss. Fuma eagerly met him, no hesitation as they ate one another. He quickly made away with Kei’s pants, throwing them into the darkness behind them.
Fuma’s hand was impossibly big when it took hold of Kei. Even though it was a bit dry when he started touching, within a few strokes Kei’s precum provided a sweet glide. Kei couldn’t help but moan into Fuma’s mouth as his body ignited, he wrapped his arms so tightly on the other man’s shoulders to keep their mouths pressed together that there was hardly any room for Fuma to move his hand in between them.
He muttered, “please” over and over as Fuma pulled away to catch his breath. He rubbed his thumb in the slit and Kei’s feet kicked the bed beneath them.
“Plea—-se” he groaned, desperately trying to keep himself from waking up the house. “Please, want you inside” he pleaded before turning his head and biting into the pillow. Fuma pulled away and the loss pulled a whine from Kei’s throat but he wasn’t gone for long.
Fuma pulled open a draw at the bottom of his side table and grabbed a small bottle of lube. “Shit— I don’t have condoms.”
Kei let the pillow fall out of his mouth and then was laughing. “Reliable Fuma-san doesn’t even have protection? How scandalous.”
“Nicholas comes and steals them, thinks I don’t notice but I guess I’d rather them use protection than not.”
Kei laughed even harder, “Excuse me?? Nicholas steals your condoms?”
“Him and Euijoo go at it like three rounds in one night, I don’t know how the youth do that.” Fuma crawls back over Kei, smiling at the sound of the older man’s giggles. He leans in and pecks Kei’s mouth before pulling back and looking down at the other man. It’s been so long since he’s seen the elder boy look so relaxed.
Kei’s eyes search for something in Fuma’s and his smile slowly falls into something more raw. Unguarded. He leans up and licks the younger man’s chin, whispering “I’m clean. You don’t need to use one.”
Fuma briefly seemed to short circuit but quickly was able to take a deep breath to collect himself. As Fuma moved to gain easier access, Kei flipped himself onto his stomach. He clutched the pillow to his face before looking over his shoulder, “I can’t seem to keep my voice in, I don’t want to wake the younger ones.” Fuma again briefly short circuited.
He took another long deep breath before getting to work. He pulled Kei’s hips up and ran his hands over the pretty white skin. The ass wasn’t the biggest in the world but it was round and Fuma couldn’t stop staring; Kei’s tiny waist and muscular back was a sight that Fuma really thought could make him orgasm just on visuals alone.
Kei felt the cool night air touch his hole as Fuma pulled a cheek to the side. He buried his face in the pillow as he felt a finger circle the ring of muscles. Fuma applied the lube slowly, rubbing circles gently and applying a small amount of pressure before adding more lube. Kei groaned deep in his chest as he felt the first finger slide into him. He felt lips begin kissing up his spine and soon Fuma was pressing a second digit inside.
“Such a good boy, taking it so well.” Fuma lost himself for a moment as he sucked a deep bruise on the back of Kei’s shoulder blade before remembering they were idols.
Kei let himself relax into the feeling of being taken apart, with Fuma kissing the back of his neck and whispering his praises; it was easy to forget everything else. Unconsciously he began rutting his hips back and forth into the sheets, his body desperate for any friction.
“Please~” Kei moaned into the pillow, afraid to move his face away in fear of screaming too loudly.
Fuma swallowed loudly, trying to ground himself, before removing his fingers. He rummaged around the bed for the lube again, leaving Kei shaking as he waited. It was only a few seconds but it felt like an eternity before he felt the weight back behind him.
“Tell me if it’s too much.” Fuma whispered into Kei’s ear, leaving a kiss behind it before pushing inside. It was too much but not enough at the same time. Kei felt like he was nothing more than a hole to be used and it was intoxicating. It was as if his body was made to be under Fuma’s and his hips began pushing back against the younger man’s not long after.
Fuma groaned as his thrusts became more powerful, his muscles flexed with strain as the man under him pushed back to meet him. He grabbed ahold of the older man’s hips and pulled them harshly back, spurred on by the noises he could hear from the pillow.
The pillow pressed into Kei’s face became more damp as he panted and moaned into it, his brain finally getting to that fuzzy place. It didn’t hurt anymore. He felt his whole body, every nerve ending was on fire yet it was like he was floating.
“Fuuu—maa” he moaned, unable to stop himself.
“You’re so beautiful— fuckk— so good for me” Fuma grunted, his hips rocketing forward to meet against the other man. The slapping of skin echoed off the walls, the soft bed creaking could probably be heard down the hallway. But honestly, Fuma didn’t care at this point. He watched the way Kei’s ass bounced back against him and thought it was fine if every other member knew what was happening as long as it never stopped.
“Kiss” Kei turned his face slightly, his eyes watering and drool pooling to the side of his mouth. “Kiss please” he begged.
Fuma didn’t hesitate to pull out, grab the other man’s long legs and flip him onto his back. He dove back in like a starved man, shoving himself all the way to the hilt as he dove in to kiss the man under him. Kei wrapped his hands and legs tightly around the younger man, desperate to keep him as close as possible. He let Fuma shove his tongue into his mouth, tasting him so deeply he never thought he would ever taste anything else.
Fuma brought one hand to caress Kei’s face, turning him to catch his breath but accidentally pushed down into his neck. He felt the older man tense up, he slowed his movements as he pulled away.
“NOO-“ Kei whined. Making grabbing hands to bring them back together. “Please do it more— don’t go”
Fuma slowly brought his large hand down and watched his fingers as they wrapped around Kei’s neck. Kei’s eyes seemed to be somewhere else as he moaned, tears running down the side of his cheeks. As he squeezed slightly, he felt Kei’s whole body tighten up.
“Harder-“ Kei moaned.
“Whatever you want darling”
It’s not like Kei gets around that much, it’s honestly been so long since his last sexual encounter that he can’t remember it. But with the way that Fuma rams into all the sweet spots in his body, he may be ruined forever. Everytime he thrusts, Kei feels it in his chest. Every time he squeezes a little around his neck, Kei sees stars. Every time his cock is pressed between their sweaty bodies, Kei feels like he’s going to explode.
“Fuma—gonnacumpleaseohgod” Kei feels like every word is punched out of his throat. His body clenching down before he releases all over his abs. Fuma pushes in deeper and moans as he is sucked in. The liquid seems to be endless as Kei empties out, if he was fully conscious he would’ve worried about pissing himself with how much he released.
Drawing back just enough to pop himself out, Fuma grabs ahold of his cock. His strokes frantic as he also pushes over the edge and releases into the mess all over Kei. Their cum mixes together, dripping down the sides onto the sheets beneath them.
“Shit-“ Fuma murmurs, quickly trying to grab at some tissues from the table next to the bed. As he fumbles with the mess, Kei just lays in the blankets; his head is mush and his limbs weigh a million pounds. He giggles as Fuma moves him to the side to clean up the sheets.
“You’re cute. Why don’t you just fall asleep, I’ll clean everything up.” Fuma smiles fondly, watching the older man drift.
“Hold me? Please?” Kei barely keeps his eyelids open but manages to until Fuma pulls his pants back on and slides in behind him. Wrapping him in his strong arms, Kei finally feels his body let go.
The light trickled in across Kei’s face, causing him to groan and turn away. Until it was like every nerve shot all at the same time and he shot up in the bed quickly. He hadn’t set an alarm and if the sun was waking him up, he had no idea what time it was.
“It’s okay.” A soft voice called.
Kei then felt around, the sheets weren't his. The room wasn’t his. The clothes he was wearing weren’t his. Running a hand through his mess of hair, he leaned to grab his phone off the counter top. Fuma must have plugged it in at some point because it was fully charged. The screen read a quarter past ten in the morning. If he was fast he could still make it to the company before noon.
The voice from before called again, closer this time. “It’s okay. You don’t have any schedules today.” Fuma came through the ajar door, a mug in one hand. He was wearing his silly Pokémon sweat pants and nothing else. Kei felt himself blush and look away.
“What do you mean?” He asked, scrolling briefly through his messages not seeing anything urgent.
“I called you out sick.”
Kei shot his head back, “what??”
“You needed a break, I’m using my leader privileges to get it.” Fuma walked across the room, sitting at the edge of the bed and handing over the mug. It smelt of freshly made coffee.
“I don’t like speaking for people, especially you. I know you can take care of yourself. But it’s okay to let someone else do it every once in a while.” Kei watched his reflection in the mug, it was… so perfect.
“How are you real?” He asked, allowing himself to sip. The warmth flooded over him in every possible way. Fuma just giggled and ran his hand through Kei’s still messy bed head of hair.
“… thank you.”
Fuma pulled the sheets back and scooted his way back into the bed, leaning against the headboard. Kei leaned back, still cradling his mug careful not to spill, pressing himself gently into the younger man’s side.
They stayed cuddled the rest of the morning, talking and kissing. Until Fuma got a text from Euijoo that they were on their way back and to be decent.
“You told Euijoo we fucked?”
“I actually texted his boyfriend to replenish my condoms but I guess that’s my bad for not expecting it to immediately make its way to Euijoo.”
“Can I sleep here again tonight?” Kei blurted out again before he knew what he was saying. Fuma again giggled, in that cute charming way he always did that drove Kei mad.
“Of course. You don’t have to ask.”