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Hirose and Nakamura lay together, back to back in the older boy’s bed in comfortable silence. The only noise to be heard is the gentle trickling of Icchan’s tank filter, and the soft, sleepy breaths the two take in. It had been a long day of doing absolutely nothing together on a Saturday, just how the boys like to spend their weekends together. Well, nothing other than watching movies and playing multiplayer games, of course.
Nakamura lays on his side, facing towards his octopus’s tank, while Hirose’s back faces his. Nakamura is still wide awake, while the steady pattern of Hirose’s breathing hints that he has fallen asleep. It’s the perfect opportunity for Operation: Big Spoon.
They’ve cuddled, sure. Plenty of times at this point, really. But this is their very first sleepover. Nakamura has yet to experience the immense pleasure of snuggling him in an embrace as they sleep. And there is absolutely no way he will be able to fall asleep for that matter, until he rips the bandage off and finally holds his sweet boyfriend close.
It’s now or never, Okuto! He’s right there! In your bed!!
He isn’t sure why he’s so nervous. Other than, maybe, accidentally waking Hirose up. Or disrupting his comfort and ruining the sleeping position he’s settled into. Or even—
—ACK!!
It’s too late now.
As quickly as Nakamura had realized his chance, Hirose is moving onto his back, isn't he? The opportunity to be his big spoon tonight is now in the past. Lost. Gone forever. He’d be whining if it didn’t mean he’d risk waking his boyfriend up.
Ugh! He shouldn't have let himself wait. Maybe, he could've just asked him before Hirose fell asleep. If only he had realized his opportunity sooner…
Maybe, he should've just—
Wait. Huh?
The bed quietly creaks, and a small, yet warm frame presses against Nakamura’s back.
Oh..!
This is…not what Nakamura had expected. At all. Quite literally the opposite. He just expected a small shift, but instead…
Aiki’s spooning him!
Nakamura can’t complain! He would never!
Yes!! Go for it, Hirose!!
Then, a soft cheek gently nuzzles between Nakamura’s shoulder blades.
Ah!!! Cute!!! He’s so painfully cute!!! Even when he’s asleep!!! No, especially when!!!
An arm carefully secures around Nakamura’s waist…and a small, curled up hand slowly flattens against his abdomen.
Ah…Hehe…
Dainty fingers push gently at the edge of Nakamura’s shirt, just enough to ride it over his bellybutton. The hand rubs slowly around Nakamura’s abdomen, then begins to drag beneath his navel.
Ah?
Is…? Is Hirose awake!? Does Hirose know Nakamura is awake!? What is he doing!?
Surely, this is just innocent touching. Hirose is asleep, or at least, sleepy, and not thinking too deeply about his actions, if at all.
His soft fingertips drag back up his boyfriend’s abdomen, sneaking up to his chest. If Nakamura was asleep, the touch is gentle enough to not disturb. However–
“Okuto,” the brunet whispers suddenly against the back of his neck. He can hardly even hear himself speak. But with the way Nakamura shivers in surprise, he’s certain he has been heard.
Nakamura, practically having lost the ability to speak, simply offers an inquisitive whimper. What is this? What is Hirose whispering his name for? Does he need something? Is he okay?
He hears a soft sigh from Hirose, and he isn't sure what it’s supposed to mean. But, before he can even ask—
“I’m not going to be able to sleep like this..,” Hirose admits, his voice crossed between sheepish and eager. He sounds lovely, but Nakamura has no idea what the words mean. Or the tone, for that matter. He’s…uncomfortable? Not tired? Needs something to drink?
“A-Aiki? What’s wrong?” Nakamura asks softly, his voice thick with loving concern. Whatever it is, he’s ready to get to the bottom of it. He flinches to turn. That is, until Hirose’s touch becomes firmer against him, a silent request for him to stay as he is.
“Ah—?”
Hirose drags his fingers down once again, stopping and lingering as they hit the edge of Nakamura’s waistband.
Uh…Whoa!?
This is…suggestive, for sure. Incredibly so. But. There was that one time last year, where they were looking for ghosts late at night in school, and Hirose innocently grabbed his belt out of fear, so. Sweet, sweet Aiki probably just isn't aware of what his actions do to Nakamura..? Right?
Ah.
Ah.
Hirose presses his hips forward, and…
“Okuto…Will you let me..?” he whispers behind his ear. His fingertips just barely slide beneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. “Please?”
Nakamura has to be dreaming. There is simply no reality where this could be happening right now. He’s already become the luckiest man alive, finally having Hirose Aiki as his boyfriend. And now…his boyfriend is asking to touch him, out of nowhere? Begging, even? This just cannot be.
“I…You…Want..?” the raven asks stupidly, already out of breath. He’s so focused on the feeling of Hirose this close that it feels like an impossible feat to properly get any words out.
Even so, Aiki is not unkind about it. He hums softly in confirmation before gently kissing the shell of his ear.
“I reeaallly want to touch you, Okuto,” he says softly. His fingers stay above Nakamura’s boxers, but slowly trace down the front of his thigh beneath his pants. “Can I?”
Nakamura’s heart is in his throat. His pulse has skyrocketed so high, it’s a miracle he hasn’t lost consciousness.
There is no reality where he denies Hirose of this.
“O-Of course you can…” he assures shakily, to which Hirose chuckles gently against the back of his neck.
“Okay,” he whispers. While, honestly, the answer was to be expected, it doesn't stop the warm thrill that courses through his veins.
“I don’t really know what’s gotten into me..,” Hirose starts. His hand slides down a bit further, moving inward to massage the inside of his thigh.
Nakamura yelps over the unexpected touch and the sensation it brings, reflexively tightening his legs against Hirose’s hand.
Hirose bites hard on his lip, holding back a giggle.
“Well, maybe I do; being with you in your bed like this…It got me excited, you know? It’s like I’m surrounded by you in the best way.”
Oh, Nakamura knows. Even just innocently sitting on Hirose’s bed can be nothing short of overwhelming at times. Knowing it’s where he sleeps, and it smells so strongly of him. And knowing there’s probably…other things he might do in his bed from time to time.
“Y-Yeah. I know…wh-what’cha mean,” he agrees as nonchalantly as possible. As if Hirose’s hand isn’t an inch away from his dick that’s now already starting to pulsate.
Hirose slowly drags his fingertips up, up, up, stopping as he reaches his hip, then slides his hand just beneath Nakamura’s navel.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a while now,” he admits through a whisper, the breathy words dancing along the lobe of his boyfriend’s ear. “Somehow, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but…you’re really sexy, Okuto.”
Nakamura’s face is only a degree or two off from being as sweltering as the sun.
Him? Sexy? What the hell is there to find sexy about shy, eccentric Nakamura?
“N-No way—that’s you,” Nakamura argues in an instant, to which Hirose moves his face in closer, nipping at his ear as somewhat of a punishment. Of course, he earns another yelp in response.
“We can’t both be?” Hirose asks teasingly, a smile evident in his voice. “I don’t know…You turn me on way too much for you to not be considered sexy.”
The couple are no strangers to some steamy makeout sessions, though it’s never gone any farther than Nakamura shyly squeezing Hirose’s ass, or Hirose running a curious hand beneath Nakamura’s shirt. He should know better that it’s affected Hirose to some degree, but to hear these words directly from his mouth is something else completely.
“I…I turn you on?” Nakamura questions. It’s sure to be incredibly embarrassing to hear any details, but suddenly, he’s become obsessed with needing to know every last one of Hirose’s thoughts. His fantasies.
“You have no idea how much,” the brunet says softly as his fingers idly play with the strings of Nakamura’s pajamas. “Remember when I asked you after our movie date to tell me what you thought made me charming, and you told me ‘everything’?” he asks, smiling fondly at the memory. “I thought you were kidding, until I pretty quickly realized that’s how I feel about you, too. So, it’s kinda like that. But, if I had to get specific..,” he starts, pressing a soft kiss at the nape of his neck.
“I’d say, your voice really turns me on. Just in general, really, but…especially when you whisper how much you love me. And the way you look at me, even when you think I don’t notice you’re staring,” he lists far too easily. “God, and your hands…They’re strong, yet so careful when you hold and touch me,” he sighs. “Okuto. You are so, so sexy,” he explains, sounding frustrated by what makes Nakamura so irresistible to him.
Nakamura is at a complete loss for words. Just these simple things…are enough to get Hirose going? He knows Aiki loves him, but it never occurred to him just how down bad he could be.
“O-Oh..,” he says back very intelligently, to which Hirose laughs quietly against his shoulder.
Hirose’s hand finally trails past the outside of Nakamura’s waistband again, and this time, meets the hardness of his erection that remains covered by his boxers. In unison, the two moan—Hirose softly against Nakamura’s ear, and Nakamura slightly louder, but partially muffled into his pillow.
“You got hard so fast,” he teases quietly. “Do you like when I tell you what makes me hard, Okuto?” Hirose closes his hand slightly against his clothed erection, beginning to stroke it tantalizingly slow.
“O-Oh god,” Nakamura weeps, the cry coming out strangled. He can hardly get his brain to communicate with his mouth how to form a sentence, but he pushes through the best he can—he could never ignore his love, no matter how much he might be embarrassing him. “Y-Yes, ah, I do. I w-wanna hear all about it...Please?”
Hirose licks his lips. He hums in acknowledgment before pressing a gentle kiss behind his ear, a strong wave of arousal rushing through him as he listens to Nakamura beg.
“Well..,” he starts in a whisper. “To tell you the truth, any time you’ve gone home after we’ve made out in my room…I’ve had to touch myself after. The way you kiss me with everything you have just feels so amazing, I can’t help it…” he reveals, sounding shameless despite the heat rising in his cheeks. “Y’know, I’ve even thought about calling you while I did it, but I knew that you’d just end up hearing me, so I never tried,” he admits. “Luckily, even just texting you while I touch myself makes it all the more exciting, though.”
Nakamura takes in a deep, trembling breath. His heart hasn’t beat this hard since Hirose’s love confession to him, or maybe their very first kiss. To have this new knowledge about Hirose and his desires is enough to make him spiral out of control.
“Y-You’ve…while we..?” he struggles to speak, throat going near completely dry.
Nakamura’s lack of keywords makes Hirose giggle. How is his boyfriend so cute, even at a time like this?
“Masturbated while texting you?” he says for him, then kisses his earlobe. The hand over his cock rubs a bit more firmly, but maintains a languid pace. “Plenty of times, Okuto. Are you upset that I have?” he questions, despite very well knowing he isn’t.
Nakamura could laugh if he wasn’t so caught up in how utterly insane Hirose is driving him. “God, n-no,” he assures in an instant, despite the way his voice refuses to stop shaking. “I-I just wish…I’d known. Maybe…we could've..,” he tries to say, but the mere idea alone of Hirose touching himself draws out an interrupting moan.
Hirose bites down hard on his lip. “Not too late for that,” he assures. “Next time we’re apart and I’m feeling needy, promise I’ll text you all about it. Maybe even call you, if you wanted?” he suggests through a little smirk. “Though, I do think the real thing right now might be just a bit better,” he teases, squeezing his erection for emphasis. “Right?”
The raven moans out desperately, his hips rocking forward into his boyfriend’s hand. He throws his palm over his mouth, flustered over Hirose hearing too much of his sounds. “Y-Yeah,” he agrees, the word muffled against his hand.
Nakamura’s attempt at silencing himself simply will not do.
Hirose slowly pulls his hand back up, then finally dips it beneath his underwear. Nakamura’s cock is hot, and quite wet from the precum he’s spilled. The skin on skin contact sends another dose of burning arousal through the both of them.
“Jeez, you’re really turned on, aren’t you?” Hirose asks teasingly. “You feel so good in my hand,” he whispers, then gently nips at his neck. “Honestly, yours is a bit bigger than mine. It’s not as easy for me to wrap my hand around it…”
Nakamura is on the brink of losing his mind. He moves his hand from his mouth, instead biting down hard on his pillow with a sob as his cock twitches in Hirose’s grip, eyes already becoming tear-ridden.
“It’s twitching,” Hirose says softly, far too innocent sounding for the situation they’ve found themselves in.
Nakamura whimpers.
“Y-Yeah,” he acknowledges despite his embarrassment, the word gruff from the dryness of his throat. “Because you’re…you’re driving me crazy, Aiki…”
Hirose holds back a whimper, then gives his boyfriend’s cock a small, experimental squeeze. “You’re driving me crazy,” he whispers back. He presses his hips forward as proof, wanting Nakamura to feel the aching hardness of his erection against the back of his thigh.
“Ah—!”
“Does it feel the same as touching yourself, Okuto?” he asks softly as curious fingers trace the length, his words both teasing as well as genuinely curious. “I wonder..."
Nakamura can’t hold back from whining out. Hirose’s hand…his teasing words…his erection pressing against him. It’s too much, and there’s no way to stop the warm tears that spill from his eyes. It’s a surprise they don’t sizzle away the moment they hit his cheeks.
“N-No. Better. So, so much better,” Nakamura answers breathlessly. “Your hand…Aiki…so good,” he weeps.
The lip between Hirose’s teeth is sunken into deeply. His boyfriend’s reactions to his touch has him feeling dizzy with both power and unbridled want. He’s starting to become, somehow, even greedier.
“Do you ever think of me when you touch yourself?” Hirose asks, no hesitation or second thoughts behind the words. He gently kisses the crook of his neck as his palm begins pumping against his cock, starting off with a slow pace. “Tell me.”
Nakamura groans in pleasure as his boyfriend finally begins stroking him. Without his control, he presses up into Hirose’s hand to chase the sensation.
“Y-Yes,” he admits, far too caught up in pleasure to feel self conscious about the fact. “Always,” Nakamura chokes out. “Always you. Ever since I first saw you.”
Hirose’s breath catches in his throat. He should've expected the answer—he did, but it hits him even harder than he imagined it would. He absolutely has to know more.
“And what do you think about exactly, Okuto?” he breathes hotly against his ear. “Taking everything from me? Or maybe…I’m taking everything from you?” The brunet’s hand begins working faster merely at the thought of going even further with his boyfriend, no matter which way it might go. He’s fantasized about both at length, no doubt. “Either option sounds good, doesn’t it? But honestly…It makes me really excited to imagine you holding me down…Showing me just how bad you need me.”
He allows for a soft moan to slip against Nakamura’s ear.
“O-Oh my god, Aiki..!”
Nakamura might fear a heart attack if he weren't focused on how close he already is to cumming.
Does Hirose really want that? Nakamura to take him? God, he must, right? After all, he could hear the way his breath hitched as he said so, and that honey-drenched eagerness that dripped through his words.
“I-I do need you…I-I need you so much—you don’t u-understand..!”
Hirose smiles through a slightly intoxicated sounding giggle.
“Yes, I do,” he says against his neck before pressing another warm kiss on his skin. “Who knows…M-Maybe next time, I’ll let you?”
And that’s what does it for Nakamura. Whether Hirose really means the words or not, just the possibility of it sends him over the edge.
“Ghh..! Aiki, Aiki..!” he cries out, his only warning before spilling against his boyfriend’s hand. His hips thrust unsteadily, practically no rhythm as he chases every last drop of his earth shattering orgasm.
In a daze as he comes down, he must be imagining the sound of Aiki whimpering against his ear. The sound of wet skin being stroked faster and faster, until the sound suddenly stops, and is replaced with a cry of ‘Okuto.’
Nakamura turns his head quickly, catching the very end of what he realizes to be Hirose’s own orgasm. It seems he moved onto his back at some point during his comedown. His beautiful face is flush, scrunched up in the deepest depths of pleasure as he rides through the high. His right hand remains steady on his boyfriend’s spent length, while the other seems to shift around slowly beneath the blanket before coming to a stop.
“Lefty..,” Nakamura notes, even through the practical delirium.
As Hirose comes down, he peeks over to look at his boyfriend’s awestruck face, and becomes a bit bashful to realize he had been staring. He darts his eyes away, a shy smile planted on his lips.
“I started touching myself too, when you got close,” he admits openly–there is simply no hiding from the fact. “Sorry,” Hirose says through a small giggle.
As the haze of his orgasm dies down and the reality of Hirose’s admission hits him, Nakamura suddenly feels like a very selfish boyfriend. Ugh, the missed opportunity to have touched him! Though, knowing Hirose just touched himself over getting him off is so incredibly hot…
“A-Ah! Don’t be sorry! If you wanted, I could’ve..! I-I would’ve…”
Hirose smiles widely, chuckling over his horribly flustered boyfriend.
“It’s okay—promise. It just happened…Couldn’t help myself.” He moves back onto his side and leans in close, pressing a soft kiss to Nakamura’s lips. “Next time you can, okay? I’d like you to,” he whispers.
His heart is squeezed mercilessly as a surge of pure love runs through Nakamura. He places his hands on Hirose’s rosy cheeks and kisses him oh so deeply, letting the passion flow from his mouth, and into Hirose’s entire being.
After reluctantly pulling away from Hirose’s lips, he offers a small smile before rolling out of his bed to brave the walk of shame for the both of them. Hirose watches with a look of confusion, until he sees his boyfriend grab a box of tissues from his desk.
“Um. I’d offer you some underwear, too, but…I don’t think they’d fit,” he murmurs as he holds out the box to Hirose. “A-Are your bottoms, um…Can you still wear them?”
The brunet just chuckles as he pulls some tissues from the box, doing his best to wipe both his hands as discreetly as possible. “They’re good; I’ll just go commando,” he assures.
At that, Nakamura’s cock gives a small, interested twitch. Down, boy! He lightly shakes his head at himself.
“O-Okay. I’m gonna change now,” he announces, ensuring to face away from Hirose as he begins to swap out his clothes. Despite everything, the clarity has made him just a bit embarrassed.
Hirose smiles warmly as he watches Nakamura turn around in shyness. As much as he’d like to look, he respects his privacy and gets to work as well. Beneath the bedcover, Hirose fumbles with his boxers and pajama pants. Considering the unwearable state of his underwear anyway, he saves another tissue by wiping himself off with them before tossing them to the floor as nonchalantly as he can, despite his flushed face. He then hurriedly pulls his unaffected pants back on, just in time for Nakamura to crawl back in bed beside him.
It takes no time for Aiki to magnetize against him. Facing one another, the brunet presses his face into his boyfriend’s chest, idly nuzzling into it.
How Aiki can go from incredibly alluring to painfully adorable in a matter of minutes is a mystery.
Nakamura smiles bashfully as he soaks in their closeness, and strokes a lazy hand through Hirose’s hair.
“Aiki, I, um…I’ve gotta ask,” Okuto whispers, to which the boy in question peeks one eye open at him.
“How did…How did you...learn how to dirty talk?” he asks sincerely. It’s not that he ever doubted his boyfriend or anything, it was just…not expected. Neither are experienced, after all.
Er, were.
A stifled laugh from Hirose rumbles against Nakamura’s chest.
“Oh. Well...Last time I came over, I stole some of your BL’s before I left," he admits through a giggle. "I was just curious about them, and wanted to see what made you like them so much. Actually, I hadn’t realized you liked to read any like that until I cracked one open—I was kinda surprised! Did I do a good job?"
Caught between feeling mortifyingly flustered over unexpectedly being found out, and highly impressed by both Hirose’s thievery and study skills, he squeaks out a sound of approval.