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Ritsu Onodera had never been great at communication. You would think that the hours he spent pouring over dialogue, and storyboards in pursuit to communicate the author’s vision effectively would improve this, but you’d be wrong. The air in his apartment was stagnant. Onodera’s feet were tucked up into the couch, toes ducking into the cracks of the couch.
He sighed and pushed his hair back, cringing lightly at the feel of grease. In his other hand rested on storyboard featuring a high-school girl, clearly in conflict on whether or not to confess her feelings to her love interest. The one thing that still irked Ritsu about his career path is how often high school romances made appearance. ”But what if he rejects me!?” The main character’s thought bubble looms over her. Ritsu felt his heart twinge in empathy at the sentiment but takes his pen and adds that the bubble should be moved to make the page feel less cramped.
‘You’re disgusting!’ his own brain echoes the past to him, mockingly. He could picture Masamune’s anger. He could hear laughter ringing in the room. He hissed in a breath before groaning a little louder than he’d meant to.
That’s the last thing he needs on his mind right now. He shakes his head before setting his pen down to take the handle of his mug, and returns to reading. There’s a few unnecessary filler panels that Ritsu mentally notes for later, but our maiden’s dilemma continues as she finds herself crying to her friend. ”I’m scared. I just want him to see me.” ”How will he ever know how you feel if you never say anything? It must be scary for him too y’know.”
Onodera found himself shifting and pulling the storyboard closer along with his knees. Slowly placing his mug back down in favor of reading. ”What? why would he be the scared one?” ”Your relationship status with him is just as unclear to you as it is to him. It aches to not know where you stand with someone like that.” ”Well…but what if he’s just messing with me!” The maiden retorted. ”Then you stay hurt like you are now but at least you have an answer, instead of anguishing over it!” Her friend said resolutely.
Onodera hated to admit it, but he was absolutely noting this advice in his head for future use. He flipped the next page. ”Huh?” on the page was the Maiden’s friend. She was looking straight at the reader; finger pointing directly outward at Ritsu’s face. In bold lettering she spoke: ”Speak your mind, Onodera!” Ritsu flips back through the pages to review the name of the main character. Not Onodera. Mutou wouldn’t write this kind of thing just to target him right? How would she even know about his love life? The panel sat staring at him. He moved to mark it with his pen he’d previously set aside. Once he glanced away and back again, the panel had changed. He swore it. It was completely different, a frame of the friend comforting the maiden. ”I’ve lost it. That’s it.” His kitchen clock beamed a solid 4:30 AM. “I just need sleep.” He arranged everything together neatly before kicking his shoes off under the coffee table. Rising to his feet, he could really feel the weight that his insomnia had granted him with. He looked over at the wall to the apartment next door and felt a cold ache in his bones. He knows the ache of not knowing, but did Takano feel that too? He shook away any remaining thoughts on the matter and resigned himself to his nightly routine. Glumly, he set his alarm for much less sleep than he wished.
7:30 AM, his alarm blared in his ears. He rotated, body heavy with need for rest, and flapped his hand on the alarm button. His brain slowly starting to turn its gears, and fire awake. The warmth of the sunlight pouring in felt nice and he resisted the urge to worm deeper under the covers back to sleep. He used to love the idea of waking up to the sun on a slow languid morning. ”I wish he was here…” A wave of embarrassment flowed over him at hearing his own voice echo out his thoughts. ”I’m not some lovey-dovey wackjob. Not anymore.” He swung his legs over his bed and dug through the pile of laundry beside it for slacks. ”but I want to be.” He muttered, shocking himself. ”What’s wrong with me today….” He jumped a little to shimmy on his slacks before quickly snatching a shirt.
“If it’s sleep deprivation making me talk, then I’ll just have to keep my mouth closed today.” He had also intended to keep that inside his head but he brushed it off. He slipped on his socks and checked the time as he fastened his watch. He’s making fine time, so he brushes his hair in the bathroom. ”God I look wrecked.” He paused. “Ok it’s freaking me out now. Please stop talking.” He pressed his fingers into his temple and huffed. His brain ran over last night, and the weird panel. “You were sleep deprived that’s…but…I can’t stop.” He paused again and looked at his reflection trying to think, and not speak of a color.
“Orange” It left his lips before he could even process it as a thought first.
“What the actual fuck.” Ritsu knew he could be straightforward but he never literally spoke without thinking. Well not to this degree. Again, with a food. ”Tsukemen.” Once again, no thoughts only words. He could feel anxiety rising in his chest. He padded swiftly out of the bathroom to the living room and began hastily flipping through the story board. It wasn’t there. The image was burned in his head, but it’s not here. ”Do I have a head injury?” He tried to recall if he had fell or anything but “If I had fallen and had head trauma it’s not like I would know…Shit.” His watch now read 8:00 AM. If he intended to make it to the train he’d need to leave soon. ”What if Takano talks to me?” He cringes once more at his thoughts remaining stuck outside his body. “But he might be open to taking me to the hospital. Ew, but then I have to say why.” He felt the pressure of indecisiveness sneaking up on him. If he was going to call it he needed to decide now.
Mutou’s text still rest, mostly unedited, on his coffee table, and with a check of the date he realizes what stage of the cycle they’re approaching. “I’ll just have to silence myself if I have to.” Ritsu grabs a kitchen rag and stuffs it into his bag. He tosses his bag over his shoulder, and shoves on the shoes he’d previously kicked off the night before.
As he swings his door outward, he notices Takano resting along the hallway wall. His stare is intense. ”Hot.” Ritsu’s lilts in a low voice. His keys slip out of his hands as he begins to process his own statement.
“Good morning to you too?” Masamune attempts to joke, but there’s also shock buried in that furrowed brow.
“You- I’m. Nevermind. Fuck this, not happening!” He points at Takano before bending down into a squat to sweep up his keys, but a dark brown business shoe steps on the wristlet attached to the keyring and pulls it out from Ritsu’s finger tips. ”Asshole!” He gazes up to see Takano smirking down at him with glasses rested low on his nose and “God that’s hot. Give me my fucking keys.” Ritsu clapped his hand over his mouth and watched with widened eyes as Takano raised both his eyebrows in amusement.
“Did you hit your head or something? Not that I mind if the result is you being this honest.” Masamune joked, but there was a hint of worry weaved in his words. His hands picked up the keys from under his shoe.
“I’m wondering the same…” Ritsu’s voice trailed as he tried desperately to piece together why he was acting this way “I can’t go to work like this. Just give me my keys.” Onodera stood and brushed off his pants. He stuck out his hand, and waited for Takano to place the key in his palm.
Instead, the older man pocketed the keys. “I’ll take you to the hospital.” He grabbed Ritsu’s outstretched hand and began to pull him down the hall, but Ritsu dug his heels in.
“Hey hold on!” Onodera protested.
“If you have a head injury and it happened last night we need to-”
“I think I was cursed!” Ritsu’s statement manages to halt Takano’s strides.
“What the hell does that mean?” Takano loosens his grip on Ritsu’s hand and looks back at him. Onodera would laugh at his face if this wasn’t meant to be a serious admittance of events.
“I can’t go to work like this. Can you let me come over? To talk? I don’t know what to say other than that. Talk first, and then we can decide whether or not to go to a hospital?” He pleaded, and was rewarded with Masamune’s softened expression.
“Fine, but we go to the hospital if I decide so after you tell me your story.” Masamune took several paces back to his door and unlocked it. The editor in chief knew he would get a lot of shit from Yokozowa later for playing hooky with his literal job, but Onodera was his… just his.
“Come on.” He held his door open for the brunette. Takano made sure to take in every part of Onodera as he passed through his doorway. He seemed a normal weight, his eyes were sunken in deep. ‘How long has he gone with so little sleep? How did I not notice?’ Takano pushed down the urge to coddle him. He didn’t want Ritsu to get startled like a deer and run out. Affection was fragile between them and he knew it.
“Take a seat. I’ll be right back.” Takano gestured to his couch as he passed through the main room to his bedroom. Loosening his tie, and pulling out his phone from his pants pocket. He selected Hatori from his contacts and typed out a long apology for the short notice call out, and stated that due to a “personal emergency” he would be unable to come in for the day. He knew this would be a pain later, and cost him even more sleep in the future, but there’s no way he could leave Onodera in his apartment alone like this. Takano then thumbed over to Yokozowa’s contact and left a brief message stating he won’t be in, and not to come over before placing his phone on mute.
Onodera had been unusually silent as Takano re-entered the room. “Hey do you…” The raven haired man’s words trailed off as he took in Ritsu’s odd position. The younger man had his palm shoved between his teeth, clearly biting down hard.
Ritsu was realizing how bad of a choice it was to come to Takano’s. Thoughts he normally could brush aside, thoughts of the smell of someone he loved, domestic thoughts, were scraping their way out of his throat. He’d never thought he’d literally be biting back words, but his tongue flared against his teeth in desperation to utter his inner secrets.
“Uh.” Was all that Takano could muster before Ritsu started rambling like he had in the hallway.
“Been getting …what 2? 4 hours? at best - of sleep I mean. I needed to work. I - this.”
“Hey, slow down. Start from the beginning.” Takano moved over and sat beside the bundle of nerves that was strung on his couch.
“Right, god your house smells like you. Not the point.” Ritsu sighed and nervously fidgeted his fingers together “Mutou sent over her story board. I read it, and it was stereotypical romance stuff. Well, high school romance stuff, but that’s less important - just made me think of you at the time. Then the character was struggling with confessing her feelings. Like me.”
‘Like him?’ Takano’s interest piqued.
“You’re being weirdly honest.” He shifted and sat down beside Onodera “Did you hit your head or not?” Takano softly pressed. His hand came up to Ritsu’s face, and gently brushed the hair back to rest the back of his hand against Onodera’s forehead. Feeling no sign of a fever either, he pulled his hand away only to see something that truly surprised him.
Ritsu’s face was flushed with eyes closer to tears than to anything else, and gnawing even harder at his palm again.
”Ritsu!” Takano grabbed Ritsu’s shoulder firmly before using his other hand to pull on the hand currently jammed into his lover’s mouth. “I’m taking you to the hospital if you don’t-”
Ritsu struggled to keep a grip with his teeth on his own hand the more Takano pulled. It hurt, and it felt as if his skin would tear. The feeling of his love swelling up inside him. Like it did that day in the library. No, like it did each day. He hadn’t stopped that swelling feeling, he’d only ever learned to trap it in a bottle to shelve it. Now it clawed at his throat, tearing him apart.
“Ritsu, please. I’m actually worried. This isn’t normal-” Takano’s hand moved up from Onodera’s shoulder and he gently weaved his fingers into the brown hair. Ritsu shivered, and felt his jaw loosen. Takano saw his opportunity and pulled again at the hand. Just as Ritsu prepared to bite down firmer, Takano pulled Ritsu’s hair.
”Aah..” Ritsu let out a pained mewl. If he wasn’t embarrassed before, he was now.
Takano rubbed his thumb over the bite marks on Ritsu’s hand, and once again gazed at Ritsu with that deep worry that made Onodera feel loved. The light coming through the small window in Takano’s small living room caught the light in Takano’s eyes. They were lit like a fire, burning and intense, and Ritsu felt ablaze. He felt cared for and Takano’s fingertips on his skin felt like cool water.
“God you’re pretty. Every time you look at me I feel like I’m on fire but I never want you to look anywhere else.”
Masamune’s look of worry lifted into one of shock, and blush spread across his face. “Wh- you. You’re-” Before more words could even come out of Takano he was cut off.
Ritsu could feel the anxiety catching up to him, but his mouth moved faster. Thoughts ripped straight from his mind to lips. ”Oh gosh I want to stop talking I really do, I wanted to avoid this but the storyboard - there was a panel that told me I had to speak my mind and I can’t stop. Holy shit your fingers feel nice.” Takano was staring slackjaw at the sight before him. Ritsu was a mess, his lips wet, face flushed and hair tousled; telling him his fingers ‘feel nice’. The storyboard part was concerning but it felt hard to keep up with everything as the words drowned out Takano’s ability to analyze. ”They feel nice now, and when we kiss, and I can’t breathe and I want you to touch me. I need you to touch me but I know I’m supposed to explain-” Tears started to swell and spill. Masamune’s tongue swiped along his lower lip, and he could feel himself getting warmer. He was trying to hold back for Onodera’s sake, but the younger editor wasn’t making it any easier on him by basically begging for his touch.
“I feel just as nervous about love as I did then. I feel scared because I want everything from you. It’s selfish, I know it is. You drive me insane, you care about me, you steal my keys, you sit with me when I need it and you look beautiful! I hate that I like it. I hate that I don’t wanna shut you out. I hate that I think about you nonstop. I wish my mouth would stop movi-”
Takano snapped. There was only so much he could take at once, and each admission from Ritsu overflowed his senses. Reaching forward, he tugged Ritsu forth by his shirt is and slotted his lips over Ritsu’s with a fervor. His hand loosened its grip slightly as Ritsu reciprocated, panting and licking into Takano’s mouth.
“Please?” Takano pleaded, breaking the kiss momentarily as the fingers of his other hand drifted beneath the pink fabric of Ritsu’s shirt. “I - you don’t play fair.”
Ritsu shuddered at the low voice coupled with the soft brush like strokes of fingers along his skin. ”I never do. I’m sorry.” He laughed despite himself, “Touch me. Please.”
Masamune is losing it at the honesty. He loved the Onodera that was prickly on the outside, but the intimacy of Ritsu laying it all bare for him to see was intoxicating. “If you keep talking like that it’s going to be a very long night, Ritsu.” His hands now gripped Ritsu’s hips, rubbing small circles along the bone.
The younger man let out a soft moan as he exhaled. He felt like electricity was surging through him, any weariness he had being pushed aside for the adrenaline of intimacy. He steered his gaze into the older man’s, “Then I’ll be sure to never shut up.”
Takano re-tightened his grip upon Ritsu’s shirt, pulling his lover up by the collar off the couch as he himself stood. ”T- Takano I-” Ritsu began. ”Bed.” Masamune quickly treading to his room, pulling Ritsu behind him.
Before Ritsu could begin to process anything, he was tossed forward and hitting the mattress with a dull thump. The older man closed the door behind him with his foot, and crawled over the top the shivering man who had placed a hand over his mouth, not gnawing this time.
Masamune couldn’t describe it, but it was like a fire was lit in him. He wanted more of Ritsu, all the thoughts he never got to hear. In some ways it was immature. The idea that perhaps anyone else had heard the thoughts he hadn’t made him feel possessive. He wanted everything Ritsu had to offer and to greedily consume it. He gripped Ritsu’s wrist and pulled the hand from covering his mouth subsequently pinning it to the bed beside Ritsu’s head.
“Start touching me now or I swear to god. I can’t handle it. Please.” It was flooding out of him, and Ritsu felt his control begin to fully slip as his embarrassment was washed away by his desire. His free hand reached up and cupped the older man’s groin, palming it. Feeling the size in his hand, Ritsu whined. His cheeks flushed at his own actions, but his brain no longer cared to linger on such thoughts. “I need you.”
‘I will never let him live this down.’ Takano thought as he swept in for a kiss, and began unbuttoning Ritsu’s shirt. His fingers working deftly despite the shiver of want working its way through his body.
Ritsu worked on unbuckling his own pants, lifting his hips to free his skin into the open air. He pulled his underwear and pants off with the assistance of his feet shoving the pant legs off into the unknown. His chest was now fully exposed, and Takano retreated his hands momentarily to toss his own shirt aside, and strip himself of the unwanted clothing.
Then, before Ritsu could even dare to miss it, he felt his lovers skin now brushing against his once more. His mouth opened once more, words that should be thoughts still flooding out of him.
“Masamune, fuck. Fuck me. Please. God choke me.”
That was a something new, and it made Masamune act on instinct. Taking his hand and wrapping it around his lover’s throat, squeezing the airway. Ritsu’s cock twitched, aching for touch. His head felt that swirling, dizzying feeling he would usually only get on lonely nights when his tired eyes would burn holes into the pages of erotic novels he kept hidden in his room.
Masamune bent down and shoved his tongue into Ritsu’s mouth, and took the younger man’s cock into his hand by shifting position; freeing Ritsu’s airway. He gasped up into Masamune’s mouth, and the older man guided Ritsu’s hand down. Taking the hint, Ritsu began stroking the shaft causing a deep groan to spill forth from his partner’s lips. Masamune returned in kind by squeezing Ritsu’s cock and using his wrist to twist as he assisted the whimpering mess beneath him.
It was captivating, and Ritsu could feel drool begin to pool in his mouth at the sight of the larger cock that he knew would soon be inside him. He tilted his view upward, and found the same piercing eyes bearing down on him with insatiable hunger. It burned.
“Own me. Mark me.” The words were huffed out, demanding but needy. Masamune opened his mouth wide, and bit hard into Ritsu’s shoulder forcing a loud moan from to tear from Ritsu’s throat.
Masamune didn’t slow his hand for a moment, and Ritsu felt the rough callouses of the fingers pull moans out from his throat. The tightness of his grip is intoxicating. He yearns for more and arches his back up into the touch to show his desperation.
“You’re mmn - rougher” Ritsu whimpered.
“Want me to be gentler?”
“N-No” He jerks his hips up “More. Need it rougher.”
“Oh~” He responds by quickening his pace, and the dry skin of his palm drags the skin of Ritsu’s cock upwards. He rubs his thumb over the tip and pinches the sensitive skin. He maintains this friction, and takes pleasure as he watches the younger man’s face screw up in a delectable balance of pleasure and pain.
“Yesssss.”
Precum dribbled down from his tip, and the heat throbbed in his groin. He found himself pitifully jerking his hips up in attempt to get more. This wasn’t enough. He whined and met the steely gaze of the man above him.
“Not yet.”
Tweaking his wrist, he began toying more with the sensitive, reddening, tip. The rawness began to sting sweetly. There was a deliciousness in it that Ritsu couldn’t describe, so he simply keened.
“Doing so good for me.” The low voice made him tremble.
That haziness surged forth, and furthered him into a natural high. “More.” He pleaded.
The raven haired man relented ashe grabbed the underside of Ritsu’s thigh, below his ass and shoved his lover further back on the bed and raising his leg upward.
Sliding his tongue down Ritsu’s body, he lowered his mouth to Ritsu’s hole - using both hands to lift Ritsu’s ass upwards.
His tongue flicked outward and circled the rim. He dug his fingers into the younger man’s thighs and dove his tongue in.
“Hnnng Wa-please”
Masamune smiled at the whiny response, and eagerly lapped his tongue faster.
“Goooood” Ritsu curls his fingers into the sheets and pants. He feels needy, desperate, and he wants more.
Masamune retracts his tongue in favor of 2 fingers. He circles them around the entrance teasingly before stuffing them into his lover and curling his finger tips deep to hit the bundle of nerves he knows so well.
“MM Fuck!” Ritsu’s thighs quaked and Masamune now used his shoulder to support Ritsu’s legs. One hand left stabilizing the younger man’s hip.
as Masamune begins to scissor his fingers, working Ritsu’s hole open - Ritsu can feel himself fully losing himself. Every stroke at his prostate eating away at rational thinking and thus his words.
“Please! Please I’ll be a good boy.” Ritsu could feel tears welling up. “Just put it in already please-“ his whines were mixed with moans and drool he was flushed, but all he could do was beg now. He kept sputtering his pleas.
A third finger stretches Ritsu further. Takano slows and now gently curves his fingers. He teases at Ritsu’s prostate, but refuses to move his fingers upward to simply graze the edge. His fingers move in slow circles, and Ritsu shifts trying to get more stimulation. Takano retaliates by retracting his fingers out.
“You’re pretty when you beg.” He smiles, “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
“More specific, baby.” He drags a finger along the inner area of Ritsu’s thigh.
“Need you inside me. Need you to fuck me.” He begged, eyes glossy. His hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes are half opened. His mouth was parted in a silent plea.
Masamune turned and bit Ritsu’s inner thigh before pulling back. This sight was glorious. Ritsu’s chest to his face were fully flushed. His mouth was glistening with spit in a soft pouty look and those delicate tears that now sparkled in his emerald eyes. He aligns his cock to Ritsu’s hole and slides in slowly to allow his partner time to adjust.
Once Takano was flush, his hands found purchase on Ritsu’s hips. His lover splayed out beneath him in a beautiful display of submission and breathtaking need. He pulled back, and thrusted forward.
The pleasure of being filled and Takano now thrusting up into the bundle of nerves caused Ritsu to whimper out. He reached his hands up around Masamune’s back and scratches down. Ritsu can hear the low groan it pulls from his partner and feels the relief of his mind starting to go blank. A day full of all his thoughts unwillingly slipping past his teeth makes this thoughtlessness delectable.
Masamune’s pace quickened, inspired by the vulnerable whimpers of his partner below him. “Ritsu. Fuck, you feel so good. Such a good boy for me.” His voice is low, and rough.
“Yes, please. Yours.” He puffs out, digging his nails further into rigid back above him. He feels that white hot burning in the core of his stomach building. ”Please, harder.” Ritsu tilts his head back and exposes the long expanse of his neck.
“God, I love you.” Takano leans forward and presses soft kisses along Ritsu’s jaw. “So much.” His breath is hot against Ritsu’s skin, and it sends shivers down his spine.
Thickened air became suffocating in the best way possible. Masamune brought his hand up to return that rougher stimulation to Ritsu’s cock once more. Grinding his thumb across the tip and gathering the precum on his finger, he pinched the surface. Then took up a brutal pace as he watched the younger man squirm.
It was burning him from the inside out. The relentless attack on his prostate and the friction twists Ritsu’s brain into mush. The sticky slapping of skin and groans consumed him. He is floating in that bliss, and tilts his head up for a wet kiss. Masamune gladly reciprocates, and circles his tongue inside Ritsu’s mouth.
Masamune snaps his hips, and something in Ritsu snaps.
“Fuck, a-ah!” Ritsu felt that warmth spreading and the electrifying tingling course through his legs as Masamune thrusted harder. The obscene slapping of skin was filling the room, and the air was thick.
The older man felt the same hot coiling feeling building in him. There was a thrumming that consumed him, and he licked up Ritsu’s jaw.
“I love you.” Ritsu panted out “I love you - I’m” His pleasure spilled over and the warmth of his cum splattered across his stomach. He moaned out with a long whine.
Masamune grunted and weaved his finger into Ritsu’s hair. “Fuck. Mine. My Ritsu.” His voice caved and so did his strength. As he tipped over the edge, he let his teeth dig into Ritsu’s shoulder. It muffled the gravely moan that rumbled forth from his lips.
They both panted heavily as Takano pulled out, and rolled over to lay beside Ritsu.
“You passed.”
“What?”
“Your confession. I accept it.” He finds himself smiling, as he uses one hand to brush some of the hair away from Ritsu’s sweat glazed forehead.
“You!” Ritsu flattens his lips into a thin line, and his face flushes. “Just shut up. I’m tired.”
Takano wrapped his arms around his lover, bringing him into a tight embrace. “Alright, just for tonight.” He laughs softly. “I love you too.”
Ritsu curls into the touch, and smiles as he feels the fatigue push his eyes closed. The soft breathing of the one he loves lulls him into a warm sleep