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Shinya supposed he should have seen this coming.
With planning and recording and shooting and performing, waiting for the day they’d finally debut as major artists; it was understandable that everyone in the band was a bit on edge. It was like they were all walking along a tightrope together, only having each other to hold onto for dear life lest they not make it to the other side.
“Taking a break is necessary sometimes, otherwise your body will take the break for you.” Kaoru had chided before pushing a scribbled address into Shinya’s hands and sending him off to Kyo’s place.
The task of getting Kyo out of his apartment usually felt Herculean in itself, but getting him to relax? It seemed impossible.
Even though Kyo being home was implied in Kaoru’s words, Shinya had been standing in the cold of late winter winds, outside the door to the supposed apartment for about five minutes since his initial ring of the doorbell. He thought he’d heard shuffling around inside, but no one came to greet him. He cursed Kaoru for putting him in this position; wondering whether he should knock again or just call it a wash and say he’d tried when he saw the leader next.
He chewed on his chapped bottom lip for a moment before deciding one more ring couldn’t hurt. If Kyo didn’t come out, then he’d just go home to his dog. Maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.
One more press of the doorbell, the chime sounding hollow in the cold, and Shinya decided an extra knock couldn’t hurt. His knuckles were about to hit the metal of the door when it cracked open and Kyo peeked out. His surprise was palpable as his overly trimmed brows raised high.
“Sorry, I thought you were the NHK guy trying to sell me a TV license…” Kyo mumbled, opening the door an extra centimeter in some sort of reticent invitation for Shinya to come in.
Shinya didn’t think twice about taking the invitation. The cold went right through him so standing outside, even for a short time, had thoroughly chilled him to the bone. The tips of his exposed fingers and his cheeks were already turning red from the wind. The warmth of Kyo’s apartment was a welcome respite from the harsh weather.
As soon as he stepped inside, Kyo closed the door and padded off down the hallway in slippered feet. It was then that Shinya noticed Kyo’s naked torso above the lowest rise sweatpants Shinya had ever seen, and a towel covering his head. Shinya had half a mind to immediately leave again and never return, but the other half of his mind was focused on the pale color of Kyo’s skin and the soft taper of his thin waist.
“Were you in the bath already?” Shinya asked, stumbling out of his boots and following Kyo through the apartment.
When he rounded the corner to the living room, he came to a complete halt in his shock when Kyo looked back at him, the towel now draped around his neck.
Blonde.
Kyo was now sporting a head of bright blonde hair, and Kaoru was totally going to kill him, and it was a shame because Shinya was so in love.
“Oh, I bleached my hair, again.” Kyo said, as if it were an afterthought that he looked completely different from the day before.
“Just now?” Shinya asked, more for confirmation than anything.
“Yeah.”
Kyo shrugged and continued drying his hair with his bleach stained towel, and Shinya sighed, “It’s cold outside, dry it properly.”
A strange look crossed Kyo’s face for a moment before he broke out into a mischievous smirk.
“What? Afraid I’ll catch a cold? Aren’t you too young to be worried about things like that?”
The taunt worked and Shinya ruffled accordingly, “You know I just turned twenty. Aren’t you too old to be acting like this?”
The smile didn’t leave Kyo’s face, in fact, it turned into a toothy grin. Contrary to Shinya’s expectations, he looked quite fond. It wasn’t something Shinya was used to, so he turned his head in embarrassment and crossed his arms, though any annoyance he’d been feeling had quickly cooled with that soft expression.
“If you’re that worried about it…You can do it for me.” Kyo offered nonchalantly.
Shinya wanted to retort, he wanted to roll his eyes and scoff. But the opportunity was too great to be dismissive.
That’s how they ended up in the living room with Kyo sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the space heater as Shinya leaned over him as he kneeled on the couch, hairdryer in hand, plugged into the nearest extension cord and on the lowest setting. Kyo had turned his CD player on so they could listen to music together, but to hear it, the dryer couldn’t be blasting at its full capacity. It would take longer this way, but Shinya didn’t mind.
Shinya’s long fingers ran through the soft strands of Kyo’s freshly bleached hair as the gentle air warmed his previously stiff hands. His winter coat was thrown over the arm of the couch, discarded as a symbol that he’d be staying longer than he expected. In this position, he wanted so badly to wrap his arms around Kyo’s shoulders and pull him into an embrace. To feel his warm body under his palms. It would be so easy and that bared skin looked so enticing.
But Shinya had self control. He’d never let on that he held a torch for the man. The man who always genuinely laughed at his stupid jokes, the one whose teasing never really needled at him like everyone else’s did. Kyo, who was always recklessly going after the things he wanted, but still gently brought Shinya along for the ride.
A long, belabored sigh passed Shinya’s lips, and he turned off the hairdryer, setting it to the side before taking one last chance to run his hand through Kyo’s hair. Just to make sure it was dry, of course. In turn, Kyo stretched for a moment, rolling his shoulders before shaking himself as if he’d almost fallen asleep. Shinya had to stop himself from chuckling too loudly at the sight by covering his mouth with his hand. It was too cute.
The CD player then stalled, whirring as there was no next track, and then skipped to the next disc on the turntable. A cheesy pop ballad began to play, and Shinya raised a fine brow, tilting his head to look at Kyo inquisitively. Kyo’s face had totally blanched and he looked at Shinya from the corner of his eye. He seemed nervous, or maybe that was just Shinya’s perception. Kyo never really seemed to get nervous, so he couldn’t be sure.
“It was a gift.” Kyo said flatly.
He reached for the open pack of cigarettes on the table so he could press one to his pouty lips. Then, he twisted around to look at Shinya, a bare arm pressed against the leather of the old couch right at Shinya’s knees.
“Sorry, did you want one?” Kyo asked.
It felt like a challenge. Everyone knew that Shinya didn’t smoke. Even the smell of it was distasteful, but there wasn’t much he could do about that. All of his bandmates were chain smokers, and he couldn’t escape the smell unless he was at home alone. And he’d never tell anyone this, but at those times he almost missed it. After a moment of hesitation, he took a cigarette from the open pack. It felt foreign in his hands, lightweight yet heavy with expectations as Kyo watched him put it between his lips. Kyo was watching his lips.
The lighter was pressed into Shinya’s hands, then, and Kyo jutted his chin out, “Light us up.”
Without missing a beat, Shinya leaned in close, grabbing the back of Kyo’s head with his free hand, fingers threading into the hair at the back of his neck and holding him in place as he flicked the lighter on until the flame danced between their cigarettes. That was when Shinya saw something shift in Kyo’s gaze. They were staring at each other, how could he not notice? He saw something in Kyo go slack, saw the way the light danced in those black eyes that had gone glassy. It lit something inside Shinya that he thought he’d extinguished long ago.
Then, Shinya let go of Kyo, perhaps more roughly than needed. And they both took a collective breath. Kyo was still watching Shinya intently, but Shinya couldn’t hold his gaze. His lungs were on fire, and he let out an undignified cough as he tried to expel the acrid smoke from his lungs. He expected Kyo to laugh at him, but the man was watching him pensively instead, head in his hand as he leaned against the couch cushion.
“Still can’t handle it?” Kyo asked, though Shinya had a feeling the words held some deeper meaning.
“I can handle it.” He responded defensively.
“You’ve been staring at me.” Kyo said, smoke lazily seeping from his lips.
Another barb. Another challenge.
Shinya flushed, caught off guard, but he didn’t back down, “And you like it rough.”
That ridiculous, sappy love song was still playing in the room, but Shinya could barely hear it anymore. The singer's voice and chintzy instrumentation had long faded into the background. He could only hear his heart thudding in his ears, and despite how he tried to keep his cool, he still felt as though Kyo was challenging him. Always sizing him up. Kyo had fallen silent, still pensive as he puffed on his cigarette.
“What are you going to do about it?” Kyo asked again, eyes flicking back to Shinya’s.
So, this really was a challenge. For what? To see how far he could push Shinya?
Shinya had a million questions himself. He wondered how things had truly escalated to this point; how he’d allowed Kyo to trap him like this.
However, he didn’t see a chance to fail anymore. He was tired of mulling over the things that could go wrong because in the end, they didn’t really matter. Maybe it was his own hubris, but Shinya didn’t really consider failure an option. So, despite the variables, and despite his inexperience, he relied on that feeling of pride in his chest. He plucked the cigarette from Kyo’s pretty fingers and discarded both of their unfinished cigarettes into the ashtray before he pulled Kyo into a kiss.
It was unskilled and awkward, especially given their positions, but Shinya put his all into it. And then he pulled away completely, losing every ounce of confidence, but trying to play it off as cool. He cleared his throat and hugged his knees to his chest before tucking a stray lock of long hair behind his ear. He could still feel the pressure of Kyo’s lips against his.
“That’s what.” He said, looking away.
After a small, stunned silence, Kyo sprang into action. He pushed himself from the floor and was soon crowding Shinya where he was curled into himself on the couch, arms on either side of his slender body. The worn cushions sunk under Kyo’s weight, bringing them even closer, and Shinya could smell the faint scent of the hair bleach and Kyo’s shampoo, and feel the warmth radiating from Kyo’s bared skin.
“Have you done this before?”
The question shot right through Shinya’s core, and he tried to recover, “If this is about my age again…”
“I’m being serious.” Kyo said, voice taking on a more gentle tone.
“It’s not like I haven’t tried…” Shinya started, turning to look at Kyo again. Their faces were too close for him to think properly.
“I know there are guys chasing after you, but you haven’t gotten lucky once?”
“They tend to leave me alone when I say I want to top.” Shinya admitted, brow furrowed in his embarrassment at admitting all this.
He expected Kyo to laugh. Absolutely howl with laughter. He’d seen it before. It was even more embarrassing when he had been practically naked, but Kyo was about halfway there, and Shinya felt bare enough despite being fully dressed.
However, the laughter never came.
If anything, Kyo was assessing him, impressed even. “So, you do want to fuck me.”
“Yes,” Shinya said in his exasperation, “I want you. I want you in ways I can’t even say aloud—”
Kyo put a hand on Shinya’s chest to stop him before leaning in to kiss him so languidly, so sensually, that Shinya’s breath stopped in his chest. He didn’t even know a kiss could feel like that, and their tongues had barely met, the taste of smoke mingling on their breaths before Kyo was pulling away again and Shinya followed after him, not wanting to lose the feeling. It was like a hook had been implanted in his chest, and he was doomed to chase after Kyo forever.
“Listen,” Kyo said softly, leaning in to murmur in Shinya’s ear. “You tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you it’s okay.”
Before Shinya could fully grasp the implication of Kyo’s words, he pulled Kyo into another kiss. He wanted so badly to be the one driving this encounter, and Kyo had just put the reins in his hands. And through Shinya’s frenzied and heated kisses to Kyo’s waiting lips, it was Kyo’s patience and steadiness that really kept things on track.
For Shinya’s wandering hands, running over Kyo’s holdable waist and up his back, it wasn’t enough just to touch. He wanted to hold, to grab, to claim. Long fingers played over the knots in Kyo’s spine before running over flat planes of abdomen to the soft dips of Kyo’s hips, muscles tensing under each assured touch.
In contrast, Kyo’s hands were gentle as they cupped Shinya’s face between soft palms. It was as if he could do this all day, there was no hurry. Not that there wasn’t heat there. That much was clear by the tent slowly forming in Kyo’s sweatpants as he received every kiss with fervor, accepting Shinya’s exploring tongue between his lips.
It wasn’t long before Shinya could no longer breathe, and as much as he wanted to push past that lightheaded feeling, he had to pull away for a gasping breath. As he attempted to recover, that fuzziness only increased as Kyo began to press kisses over his jaw and neck in the interim. His long hair was brushed away from his neckline, and it tickled along with the soft touch of Kyo’s lips. The grip he had on Kyo’s hips was the only thing grounding him.
Discomfort washed over Shinya as he was still curled up on the couch and his erection was demanding more room. Kyo looked at him when he cleared his throat softly.
“I’m hard.” He announced with chagrin, thumbs running circles over Kyo’s hipbones.
“Want me to do something about that?” Kyo asked, breathing hotly against Shinya’s ear.
Shinya didn’t want to keep hedging considering Kyo had already given him the ‘okay’ to ask for whatever he pleased. So, he didn’t hesitate.
“Suck me off.”
There was no question, and the way that Kyo looked at him after he said it made his throat dry. Shinya swallowed thickly as Kyo slid from the couch, back to the floor, and onto his knees. He assumed such a docile position, but Kyo’s expression was hungry as he waited for Shinya to move, to give him access to what he really wanted.
Shinya uncurled from his position slowly, not wanting to seem too eager, and he planted his feet back on the floor. It felt unnatural to have his legs spread wide when he sat, but he didn’t really mind as Kyo was the one he was accommodating between them. His position above Kyo was intoxicating, especially as the other man leaned his cheek against his inner thigh, fluffy blonde hair spilling over the dark leather of his pants.
Docile.
Eager but practiced hands smoothed up Shinya’s thighs, skirted over the tent in his pants and went straight for the button and zipper. Shinya could feel his heart battering his ribcage even as he tried to take measured breaths, but the scene was a lot to take in. A dusky blush covered his cheeks when his pants were opened skillfully and Kyo pulled his erection free from his underwear without hesitation.
The feeling of Kyo’s hand on his heated flesh, his dick bared for the other to see despite being still fully dressed was strange and wonderful at the same time. He wanted both of his hands in Kyo’s hair. He wanted to feel Kyo at all times. But his oversized sweater kept falling in the way of Kyo’s hands, so he had to hold the hem to his chest with one hand, and the other threaded back into Kyo’s hair, neatly manicured nails scratching at his scalp as soon as the man’s mouth was on him.
Immediately, Shinya’s mind went blank as Kyo’s lips wrapped around the head of his dick. He didn’t stop there either, slowly sinking down until he reached the base, and Shinya whimpered softly. He’d never felt a sensation like this, and the intensity of it was overwhelming. Unable to stop himself, his hips bucked into the warmth of Kyo’s inviting mouth and made the man choke, fingers grabbing at Shinya’s covered thigh.
However, there was no indication that Kyo wanted him to stop. Instead, it seemed like he was preparing himself. As Shinya looked into those shiny dark eyes, Kyo looked determined. Pleading even.
“You want me to…” Shinya could hardly bring himself to say it, but Kyo was nodding fiercely as he could in his position.
The muscles of Shinya’s flat stomach weren’t overly defined, but still bared from pulling up his sweater, and they visibly tensed as he waited for Kyo to adjust around him. His patience had worn thin knowing that Kyo wanted him in this way. Shinya wanted to say he’d be gentle, that he would be careful, but he didn’t want to lie. The position they were in made it difficult to make full thrusts, but still lent enough room for him to abuse Kyo’s throat in a way that would satisfy the both of them.
At first, Shinya did try to have a bit of restraint, but it didn’t last long. Kyo was sturdy and experienced beyond Shinya’s expectations. He took every small thrust like he was made for it, and hardly even winced when Shinya tightened his grip on his hair. In fact, he groaned out of pleasure. He’d be more jealous of everyone that must have come before him, but he was feeling too fantastic. And Shinya could only watch in awe as Kyo obediently took in all of him. He felt like he might melt into the leather of the couch at the heavenly feeling, and unsightly sweat was beading at his hairline with the effort it took to try and hit the back of Kyo’s throat.
It didn’t take long before Shinya was shaking from his impending release, and he frantically pushed Kyo’s hair away from his forehead, trying to signal him to pull off.
“I’m close,” Shinya said, his usually quiet voice strained in his attempt to hold back.
But Kyo didn’t listen to his ample warning, and instead swallowed around Shinya until his orgasm hit him with the force of a bullet train. He swore he even saw stars; letting out a solitary, shaking moan as he did so. Then, he was boneless against the couch, watching in amazement as Kyo pulled off of him, and swallowed down his release. Shinya was partly sickened but mostly turned on. Especially as Kyo pulled himself off the floor, wiped the drool and excess from the corners of his lips, and leaned in again to languidly kiss Shinya.
The taste was unpleasant to say the least, but it didn’t matter because Kyo carefully sat on his lap and melted into his arms without breaking the kiss once.
Shinya wrapped an arm around Kyo’s small waist, the other hand moving to the front of Kyo’s sweatpants. Unsurprisingly, Kyo was fully hard and let out a groan against Shinya’s mouth at the exploratory touching. If Kyo had been warm before, his skin felt blazing to the touch under Shinya’s hands. The idea that Kyo was hard after sucking him off, body pliant after being thoroughly taken advantage of; it was certainly doing things to Shinya.
“I still want to fuck you.” Shinya murmured against Kyo’s lips, making the man shiver.
“Yeah…” Kyo breathed, fingertips ghosting over Shinya’s cheeks.
“Show me how.” Shinya said, or demanded, gaze softened as he pulled away only so slightly so he could look at Kyo’s face.
There was no challenge left in Kyo’s gaze. No hints of quiet anxiety and built up walls. They’d both felt out of control lately, and maybe this was how they each got it back; Shinya by taking it, and Kyo by releasing it.
Even though Kyo’s weight was comforting as he practically lay on Shinya, there was no way Shinya could carry Kyo to the bedroom. Instead, Kyo pulled himself up again and shuffled to the bedroom with a disheveled Shinya close behind him.
The room was small and messy, but the bed was made and that’s all Shinya could ask for. Without a word, Kyo pushed off the rest of his clothing and kicked it to the side before climbing onto the bed naked. It gave Shinya a great view of his ass, and a spark lit inside of him once more, knowing what was to come. He didn’t have to hope that he’d be able to get hard again when the time came, he knew it’d happen if things continued like this.
Kyo was round and soft in places Shinya could only dream to be, but his body still held muscle definition in a way that wasn’t overbearing. Even though Kyo wouldn’t say anything, Shinya could tell he’d been working out. He wasn’t just wiry muscle clinging to bone, he was filled out in a way that was masculine and grown. As grown as he could be at twenty-two. Still, there was a huge gap between his and Shinya’s experience that was enticing for what it was, not needing to be teased out, just the implication was enough.
While Shinya wasn’t exactly precious about his body, looking at Kyo would make anyone self conscious. Still, he hesitantly pulled off his sweater and stepped out of pants and underwear before Kyo was impatiently pulling him onto the bed, too.
“The stuff is in the nightstand.” He said brusquely, watching Shinya with hungry eyes.
Shinya took that as his cue to look in the nightstand, and pulled open the drawer with a rattle of the contents rolling around inside. It was a mess, but he noted a few things immediately. One being that Kyo had a lot of condoms, and two being that Kyo also had toys that Shinya was tempted to use on him. It would have to wait for another time, but he definitely noted the dildo rolling around at the bottom of the drawer. He didn’t say anything, just picked out the bottle of lube and the first loose condom he could get his hands on. The wrapper was a horrible bubblegum pink, but it would do.
“Should I do it myself, or…” Kyo asked, hand reaching for the lube.
Without thinking, Shinya shook his head, “I want to be the one to make you feel good.”
This answer seemed to reassure Kyo a bit, and his hand dropped back to the bed.
“How do you want me?” He asked.
“I want you back in my lap.” Shinya replied sheepishly, unsure if it could really be done.
Something in Kyo’s eyes changed, maybe it was a look of surprise before he turned his head away and nodded his assent. He stacked the pillows together, making a space for Shinya to sit back comfortably, which Shinya eased into quickly. Then, he practically pulled Kyo back to him. And it was so much better this way. Body against body, skin on skin, it was something Shinya had only fantasized about during late nights alone. The real thing made those dreams pale in comparison.
Shinya poured a liberal amount of lube over his long fingers as Kyo watched, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he swallowed thickly. The cap flipped shut with a soft click, and Shinya warmed the lube between his fingers, feeling the glide with appreciation before he levelled a look at Kyo.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?” He asked seriously, heart flipping uncomfortably in his chest at the prospect.
Kyo came back to himself a bit and scoffed, “You won’t hurt me.”
“But you’ll tell me if I do.” Shinya reiterated, face still serious.
Kyo paused for a moment and they watched each other, as if Kyo was trying to see if Shinya would break. When it sunk in that Shinya really wanted an answer, Kyo shrunk back into his hunched shoulders and nodded slightly.
“Yeah, I will.”
“Thank you,” Shinya breathed in relief before pressing a kiss to those pouty lips.
He wrapped his arm back around Kyo’s waist, bringing them flush together as his lube covered fingers ran between Kyo’s legs before smoothing over his entrance to get him wet. Kyo shuddered in Shinya’s hold, and he wrapped his arms around Shinya’s neck to hold onto him in a tight embrace. It took a moment for Shinya to realize his fingers were trembling slightly, his nerves finally kicking in as they were heading to the precipice overlooking the good time that surely awaited them.
Part of Shinya was glad he’d already had an orgasm to clear his head from the absolute hunger that had him doing as he pleased with Kyo. This sort of thing, preparation, took patience and time. And he didn’t want the sole focus to be on him and his pleasure. He wanted to touch Kyo, and bring him to the edge with him.
His first, hesitant finger pushed past that first ring of muscle and inside of Kyo, and they both let out a collective breath. Shinya smoothed his free hand down Kyo’s back reassuringly as his finger pressed the rest of the way inside. It was tight, and Shinya’s chest felt tight. His dick twitched again at the thought of being inside that tight and overwhelming heat, inside of Kyo. After all, this was a person, his person. This person he wanted to have and cherish in his own strange way.
After the rush of the first finger ebbed, Shinya slowly moved, making room for the second. The glide was just as easy as the first, and Shinya was truly amazed. Kyo’s body practically invited him in. He kissed Kyo’s shoulder before slowly experimenting with thrusting and scissoring his fingers in and out of Kyo. It only took a bit of prodding blindly for Kyo to finally let out a moan, grip tightening on Shinya.
That reaction stuck the pride right back into Shinya’s chest because something he had done had made Kyo moan like that. He sounded even more beautiful than the first time Shinya had heard him sing, and he wanted it to be his dick that made Kyo moan like that. The overwhelming need to tease and grab and own Kyo came over Shinya like a force. His blunt nails raked over Kyo’s back, not with enough force to scratch, but enough to sting. And he pressed his fingers back into that spot without a second thought.
Kyo’s reaction was even more intense than the first, as his body shook and he let out another satisfied moan. So, Shinya did it again, and again, feeling relentless as he fucked his fingers into Kyo until Kyo was a squirming mess on his lap. All that bravado had faded by then, and Kyo was clutching onto Shinya for dear life as he struggled to catch his breath.
“Please, Shinya…” Kyo muttered breathlessly, pressing frantic kisses over caramel colored skin. “I want you to fuck me already.”
Shinya nodded, and finally slipped his fingers from Kyo’s loosened entrance, and helped him lay back against the bed. It was clear that Kyo had become practically boneless in the process, his muscles turned to jelly as he’d held himself up on plush, quaking thighs. Kyo’s face was red and his skin had a sheen of sweat, just enough to make him shine in the lowlight. Shinya took the moment to appreciate how beautiful he was with a fresh face, eyes glassy and wanting.
In the new position, Kyo could wrap his legs around Shinya’s waist, and spared no time in doing so. Shinya’s arms were caging Kyo in, his long hair draping around them like a curtain. He knew his hair would be in tangles and knots after this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He was too focused on Kyo, too focused on pressing his already hard dick inside of the man beneath him and melting on the spot.
That is precisely what happened.
Neither of them spared a second thought to moving, Kyo’s heels dug into the small of Shinya’s bony back, as he lined himself up and pushed in without hesitation. Condom long forgotten. His eyes attempted to flutter closed at the feeling, but Shinya didn’t want to take his gaze away from Kyo, so he watched with half-lidded eyes as Kyo took all of him in.
It was a marvel how tight Kyo still was. No matter how good the blowjob had felt, this was so much more. Shinya got down on his elbows so he could press kisses to Kyo’s lips, slightly slackened with pleasure. This was the way he had wanted Kyo for how long? Shinya wasn’t even sure. All of his thoughts were muddied aside from the need to drive deep inside Kyo’s heat.
“You feel so good,” Shinya moaned softly, pressing his cheek to Kyo’s.
“Touch me.” Kyo whined in a strung out voice.
It was the second command that Kyo had given that evening, not quite a suggestion, and Shinya’s hand flew to obey. He wrapped his fingers with remnants of lube around Kyo’s leaking cock, and began stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Shinya may not have had sex before, but if he knew one thing, it was rhythm. It only took a few cursory thrusts before he found a brutal pace that satisfied him. And it seemed to satisfy Kyo, as well.
It was easy to tell Kyo was getting close because his whole body became taut, fingers scraping at Shinya’s back painfully as his own arched from the bed. He didn’t need to say anything, he just moaned incoherent nonsense as he released over Shinya’s fingers and his own stomach.
The way his body had tightened around Shinya was delicious and painful at the same time, and soon the pace he’d built up became too much. Pathetic moans spilled from Kyo’s mouth as Shinya continued, the overstimulation too much for the both of them.
Despite that, Kyo finally, maybe even deliriously mumbled, “Finish inside…”
That was all it took for Shinya’s hips to stutter as he released inside of Kyo, before coming to a halt. Shinya’s arms were barely able to hold him up any longer, but he still did his best to pull out of Kyo, leaving a sticky mess behind, and flop down next to him.
They watched each other breathlessly, and Shinya wondered what the hell he was supposed to do now. They couldn’t blame this on being horny teenagers. They couldn’t blame this on alcohol. But there was no way in hell they could say they were… Together.
“That was fun.” Kyo sighed, looking completely blissed out as Shinya’s stomach did somersaults.
He looked so disheveled and so absolutely content that Shinya couldn’t feel bad for too long. First and foremost, he had to admit that he felt amazing.
Not minding that he had cum all over his stomach, Kyo rolled over and smoothed out Shinya’s hair for him. Shinya hated when other people touched his hair, but when it was Kyo, he didn’t really care. He knew the other man liked it.
“We should do that again sometime.”
“Do you really think so?” Shinya asked, not sure if he felt childish for wanting reassurance, or like a scolding adult telling their child to rethink their actions.
“I don’t know what’s good for me,” Kyo smiled softly, looking wistful, “Maybe you know better.”
Shinya pushed himself up onto his elbows and leaned in to give Kyo another kiss. This time it was slow and calm, if not a little clumsy.
“I don’t. I just know that we should stick together.”
Kyo grinned at that and nudged Shinya’s shoulder, “Then, stay the night.”
Shinya nodded with a smile that he didn’t have to cover this time. Getting Kyo to relax hadn’t been as hard as he first thought, and maybe they could do it all again.