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Possibly, it isn’t the best idea to crawl into bed with Eichi, who bears a ridged history with Tsumugi. However, anything plays out like a sound choice when the mop-head is under the wash of a workaholic’s tire and a few drinks for nerve’s sake. A ticket to Eichi’s bed was an afterthought, or more so, an unplanned surprise Tsumugi would like to put it.
He’s not sure when he’s hovering over Eichi upon the bed, with his lower half inches from practically straddling the other. He’s not absolutely certain either of when his breathing shifted into near huffs of practical need, the intoxication of his liquor buzz and brain fog gushes throughout him.
“I haven’t got all day, you know.” Eichi notes sharply.
What?
It clicks and Tsumugi swears his breath stops for a moment despite the trouble standing so slight.
Eichi is earned a delayed “Ah, hah right..” as Tsumugi nervously fiddles with the buttons of his own shirt.
Alcohol is a depressant, and that is what Tsumugi must remind himself as he it dawns on him that it used to be like clockwork, these occurrences. Practically no questions asked, undressed without a word at times. The basis of the routine was to relieve any potential discomfort or stress Eichi could endure. However, Tsumugi relished in exposing himself on his own accordance, it felt more shameful and in return, increasingly natural for him. Only he could convert something that simple and meant for accommodations’ sake into a perversion.
His mind is as busy as ever and so are his hands, he feels like he is an ever moving locomotive engine that might burst into flames in an instant if Eichi put him to the test. The cloth of his shirt tickles and drapes along the numbed skin of his back as he finishes releasing the last button. Tsumugi is especially eager to trail his hands down to the zipper of his khakis, brushing the blocky metal, nearly forgetting right then and there he had to unbutton them first. It said enough that he hadn’t even bothered tossing his undone shirt to the side as he slipped his pants down enough to expose his light briefs.
“Eichi, surely this is good enough?” he pouts, tousled-haired head and eyes darting down to his exposed body and back up at the blonde. The ache and sudden protrude of his erection past his labia was enough to make his eyes gloss over.
“Good enough? If you know what’s good for you, you won’t talk that way.” Eichi ensures, Tsumugi wants to wince but he tells himself that he knows it’s apart of their banter.
“Mhm..” Tsumugi adjusts his position to slip his khakis then his briefs off accordingly, just as Eichi orders.
Under any typical circumstance, the exposure of his complete, bare skin would bother him. But it left him wanting more, there was nothing left but a gash inside him to be filled with Eichi’s sweet touch. A touch that meant little to Eichi himself in comparison to but a warm embrace to Tsumugi, a distant train blare at midnight that reminds you that, whether you like it or not, you’re home.
He’s sure it’s the alcohol and exhaustion speaking for him but that’s a problem he can recite to himself in a ritual of morbidly quiet and long work shifts.
“Ei—“ Tsumugi starts up politely again and earns a rude intrusion, a hand that managed to slither its way to his protruded dicklet’s tip, dusty pink sitting just above the exposed spread labia due to light effort. A long whimper forced its way out of the handled’s throat. The hand merely had flicked the tip a few times for good measure.
“Eichi, it’s.. really no fun when you tease me like that.” A dazed frown is displayed, though, Eichi cannot help but admire the honesty Tsumugi can stand to offer when he is broken down whether he is aware of it or not.
So to oblige, one finger slides from the upper-outer labia, lower, and back up, a repetition until he’s returned down again. Then, he spreads him open and slips a fingertip in, it’s slick and invitingly warm—it’s enough to give Eichi headache-inducing ideas.
“Eic—hii-kun..” Tsumugi hiccups and has to physically restrain himself from rutting against the mere fingertip as he feels the swell of his dicklet ache.
He needs it all, he needs every last bit of Eichi forever.