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"Mnn… Nnh…!"
"You really don't have to be so noisy, Leo-kun."
Making Leo stretch for him in order to test his flexibility was arguably not the best idea Izumi's ever had. But well, it's not like he's ever been one to have brilliant decision making skills when faced with a sweaty, whiny Leo in the first place.
What is common sense, really.
"S-Senaaa...!" He whines, back arching. don't think it don't think it don't think it. "It hurts... my back..."
Deep breaths.
"Come on, keep going, Leo-kun. Your legs are more than flexible but the rest of your body isn't. You wanted to make our choreographies more complicated, remember? So stretch as far as you can and show me how much your body can take for me." yup. That totally doesn't sound erotic.
The urge to reach down and push Leo against the floor with his own body is too much for Izumi's brain to register. On a normal day he can feel his clinginess take over by the second, but now that pure feeling is tainted with nothing but ludicrous intent. He's always taken pride on how he's able to suppress such... more than just platonic urges, when it comes to Leo, and the urge arises so painfully often when it comes to Leo that in theory he's used to thinking things like shit, he's seriously cute. I'd love to bend him over a table and then mentally slapping himself for it on autopilot, but he just can't bring his body to react this time. The situation feels far too compromising. He's never felt a need this intense to do things to Leo.
Leo, who's all sweaty and panting for him, hair an absolute mess, cheeks flushed a bright red. Leo, who's calling for him and whining out his name, almost as entrancing as an actual moan. Leo, who has back turned to him, ass right facing his way, looking like he's offering himself up...
He really needs to get himself under control before he gets a hard-on over his best friend stretching in front of him.
"Ah, yeah!" Leo smiles, jumping up in a way that doesn't look humanly possible and resembles more a wet noodle than an actual skeleton. "My legs are super flexible, Sena! Wanna see? Wanna?"
God, yes. You should wrap your legs around me to show me. "No, get back down. I know what you're capable of, I've seen you pull off weird poses before and these exercises show me just that anyways."
Leo frowns. "Ehh~ I'm not weird, Sena! You're the weird one! Here, touch them!"
Please let me put my self restraint into practice. "Right, I'm the weirdo here."
"You are! Who the hell gets a fever in this weather!?"
Huh. Huh? "What? Fever?"
"Your face, Sena! It's super red!" Leo yells, running to Izumi and cupping his face in his hands. He's sure he should be more scared that he's going to be found out, that Leo's going to figure out what's going on in his head and will run away completely grossed out by him, but that knowledge only serves to exhilarate the more twisted part of his brain. For someone who's so set on taking care of and pampering Leo he sure as hell enjoys the sight of his absolutely flustered, horrified face. Leo's heaving chest pushing up against his doesn't do any favors to his fantasies, either. "You're burning!"
Willing himself to calm down, Izumi grabs Leo's wrists and pulls them away enough for him to turn his head to the side. "I'm fine, just feeling a little warm. Let's get back to training."
"Let's, he says!" Leo laughs, playful glint in his eyes and sharp canines biting into his lip. "Sena, you've done nothing but stare at me this entire time! There's no training for you to get back to! Ahah~!"
Taking a deep breath, Izumi pushes Leo slightly and moves away from the table he had been previously leaning on. If he's going to lose all control he might as well do it in a way that benefits him. "I told you to get back down, right? I'll help you stretch."
"Ah, really!? Sena, thank you, I looove you!" Dropping his weight on the cushion he'd been lying on before, Leo extends his arms in a beckon for Izumi to get closer. "C'mon, c'mon, Sena! Get down here with me, right on top of me! I will be your makeshift cushion!"
Izumi's eye twitches. "I'm not lying down on top of you, you weirdo." Lowering himself this time next to Leo, Izumi's eyes rake over his form. Wretched thoughts aside, it's easy to tell how thin Leo's been wearing himself for the sake of training. His stomach and chest are rising at unsteady rhythms, and his legs are twitching minutely from effort. Izumi tentatively pulls up Leo's shirt. "Don't fucking say anything weird, got it? I just need to..." Pressing a hand against Leo's belly, he exhales softly. It's not fully pulled taut, he's not putting too much strain. They can keep practicing for a bit before Leo reaches his real limit.
He listens in as his breath hitches lightly, catching his attention. "...Sorry. Is it too cold?"
Leo winces, legs trembling just that bit more. "Senaaaa... Don't touch my stomach with your cold hands. It feels weird!"
"Yeah, yeah. Quit whining." Izumi rolls his eyes, pulling Leo's shirt back down. "You squeamish?"
"What kinda question is that..." Leo pouts, readjusting his shirt. "Sena, we touch each other all the time. We shower together. It would take a miracle for me to be squeamish around you. You should know this by now, you brute! It's because you insist on taking care of my hair all the time that I'm all used to being exposed around you!"
"Okay, we do not touch each other all the time, and we don't shower together. I just wash your hair. Don't phrase things weirdly. You're an idol, dumbass. If I don't take care of you, who will? You can barely keep yourself alive on most days." Izumi grumbles, pulling at Leo's leg.
"Why are your hands so cold!?" Leo whines loud in his ears. "What are you even touching my body for, you creep!? Sena's a nasty creep!"
"Stop yelling! I needed to check if your body was up for it before putting you through more exercises. What the hell do you mean nasty creep!?"
"You could've just asked me, Sena." Leo smiles knowingly, eyes glinting up at him.
It's times like this when Izumi's brutally reminded that although naive at a glance, Leo is a perceptive person first and foremost. No matter how smart Izumi himself is, or how skilled he considers himself to be at keeping his intentions under the rug while keeping up a confident facade, or how agile he may be at turning a situation in his favor, Leo is just about two steps ahead of him. Always. This time is no exception. He should've fucking known.
"No, because you wouldn't have told me what I wanted to hear." Izumi huffs, pushing on Leo's stomach with his palm when standing up. That's fine, then. He'll play ball. If Leo won't say anything outright then neither will he.
Make it an endurance test, even.
"Oof!" Leo recoils, holding his stomach in pain. "That hurt... Hey, what is it you wanted to hear, Sena?"
"If you had reached your limit or not, idiot. But you don't even notice when you pull your muscles to their limit, yeah? How else would I know for sure?"
"Wahaha~! You're right, Sena!" Leo laughs after a moment spent staring up at him, bright and cheery and throwing his head back. A part of him wonders if Leo really has caught on to him, like, really caught on to him. If he's truly been found out, when Leo's laughter is so genuine and intoxicating and he isn't trying to run away from him and his touches (yet) that it makes him unsure. It's not like he's being creepy and touching him for the sake of touching him, anyways. He's just trying to help. Definitely
"Hey, how are you gonna help me, hm?" Green eyes dance with mischief, foot pushing at Izumi's chest. "My legs feel like jeeeeeelly. I don't wanna stretch them out anymore, yanno?"
He's going to kill him. He's going to kill Leo. "Don't you ever touch me with your disgusting feet ever again. I'm going to push you way past your limits just because of this, you hear me?" Grabbing his foot and twisting it away from his body, Izumi scowls, making Leo yelp at the sudden pull. The movement topples his balance, Leo pulling back harshly to escape from his grasp and pulling him towards him.
"Gh— Leo-kun, what the—!?"
Warm, warm, Leo's chest is so warm against his face and the pulse his heart beats in is so erratic it scares Izumi. His hands are cradling the back of his head, pushing him down, securing him from any collateral damage. "Sena, Sena!" Warm. Leo's hands are warm as they pull his face up to stare at him. "You're clumsier than I am sometimes, wahaha~!" He laughs, eyes crinkling shut. "Haa~ You ended up lying on top of me anyways! I am your beloved cushion after all~"
Izumi's head is reeling. Leo is so, so close and he smells so good even though he's just been sweating, what the fuck. The heat radiating off his face from overexertion feels way too nice against his and Izumi's beyond confused and exhausted that of all the times they've been in a situation like this, of all the times he's had Leo pressed against him, this one is the one to make him toss all common sense out the window. Fuck, he's not even that close to Leo. His body is still fairly far away (not really) but his face is so close to him, looming over him, his hand besides Leo's own face. Fuck.
"I'm not lying on top of you." He opts for, mind trying to catch up to whatever situation he's just gotten himself in as he puts some space between them.
"You're right! You're looming over me, which is weirder and worse." Leo smiles up at him, arms extended to keep a hold on Izumi's face. "If an actual trainer did this they'd be in trouble. Like, legal trouble!"
Good thing I'm not a professional then. "...What the hell do you think I'm trying to do? Those are some pretty big accusations you're throwing my way, Leo-kun." Izumi snarls, grabbing one of Leo's wrists. "You're the one pulling me close in the first place."
"Hmm, I like you close." Leo breathes out, foot nudging at Izumi's leg to bring him even closer. "We should just cuddle, Sena! Forget about all this training nonsense and cuddle our problems away~"
"Running away from your special training session?" Izumi feels himself give in, leaning his head back down and closer to Leo's.
"Yeah, I wanna spend time with and touch Sena." Whispered softly to him, choked up. "I know Sena would rather be touching me, too."
Oh fucking hell.
"You knew."
"Hm?"
Izumi's grips on Leo's wrist tightens, smiling way too nicely for it to be comforting. "You knew."
Leo laughs lightly. "How could I not? Se~na! You're so obvious! Haha~ messing with you is too fun!" He grabs at Leo's leg, squishing his thigh to get him to talk more and explain just why in hell he let Izumi do all of this. "Nnh... S-Sena, not my leg! Not my leg! I'm sorry!"
"What is wrong with you!?"
"I just wanted to mess with you!" Leo whines, back arching again. Fuck. He's not even doing it on purpose. "Ah— Sena, you're always so clingy with me, we're always touching each other, of course I know!" He gasps, settling back down when Izumi quietly stops squishing his thigh. "Am I reading it all wrong again? Sena? ...Do you not want me the way I want you?"
"N-No, I..." Shit. Shit. His tongue should've chosen s different time to forget how to work, not now. Not when Leo is looking up at him with a flushed face and eyes glinting with expectancy and pure raw, carnal need. Of course he wants Leo. Has wanted him way before he started thinking with his dick, back when his heart told him to hold him close and never let go, but how is he supposed to show that? "I— I mean. You—!" He inhales sharply. The hand that had been holding Leo's wrist pulls his closer, closing his eyes as he kisses his palm in a very awkward attempt at calming both himself and Leo, who looks like he might just make a break for it. "I... want you more than you think I do, Leo-kun."
"Yeah?" Leo's thumb rubs his cheek, smile finding a comfortable place on his face. "I think I do know, Sena."
He doesn't think he's in control of his body, when he lunges down and presses his lips against Leo's. It's such a stark feeling, the tiny noise Leo lets out as Izumi grabs at his chin, pulling his lips open for him to take care of. Slowly, slowly, he kisses him. Licking at his lips and biting them before pushing his tongue in and clashing against Leo's own. Fuck, kissing someone shouldn't feel this good, not when they're both so obviously inexperienced that Leo starts to drool.
"Sena, Sena..." A hand comes up to pull at Izumi's shirt, clawing at his back. The feeling of Leo's nails digging into him is way too good. "Want you— want more..."
"Yeah." Izumi blearily lets out, moving to readjust himself. He's really on top of Leo now, knee wedged between his thighs and tentatively pushing up against Leo's crotch. "Fuck. Leo-kun, I bet— Down there... I'm sure it's as pretty as you are."
The mewl that escapes Leo's mouth is beyond encouraging, Izumi feels like he's in a trance. "No..." Leo shakes his head, clinging to Izumi's neck. "Not like you... Nothing will ever be as pretty as you... Sena..." Leo's shaking frame is too much, far too much. He's pushing down on his knee without even noticing and his legs have him trapped in between Leo, clinging to his sides. Leo saying things like that, so honestly and with no level of falsification, it always sends Izumi's brain into overdrive. He grinds down, nipping at Leo's neck. "Nnhh.. Ahh.. haah.."
"Leo-kun, Leo-kun..." A hand glides down, grabbing at Leo's ass and squeezing it. "Why do you feel so nice here, huh? You're a twig everywhere else." Izumi near whines, biting Leo's ear. "You're unfair."
Leo panting for him is a sight that's hard to get used to, when he looks so desperate and needy every time Izumi dares to look back down at him. Words aren't needed anymore, he knows what Leo wants. He's just making it all last longer, making it feel more intense. It's the best he can do in this situation, where Leo put it all on the line for his sake. The hand on Leo's ass travels back up, pushing his fingers against Leo's lips. An understanding gleam shining in Leo's eyes before his mouth opens, limp and pliant and waiting for Izumi to shove his fingers inside.
But he can't do that. Izumi doesn't want to be rough and risk hurting Leo (no one should ever hurt Leo, for that matter), this is their first time. Both of theirs. Not just with each other. He may have imagined this moment for a very long time, but taking Leo and roughly fucking into him on a cheap pad isn't exactly how he wants it to go, so he gently pushes two fingers in instead. The inside of Leo's mouth is warm, warm, just as warm as every other part of him but also so searingly hot that he fears his fingers might melt inside it. He can't stop imagining what it would be like, being inside of him, or having that mouth wrapped around something else. He can somewhat picture it— no, perfectly imagine what it would be like to have his mouth wrapped around him and licking, sucking, nipping the way he's working on his fingers. Leo doesn't try to be sly about it, either. He moans lightly when he sucks on Izumi's fingers, when he licks around them to wet them enough.
"S-Shit... Acting like that... You're pretty slutty, Leo-kun."
Leo lets go of Izumi's fingers with a "pop!", string of saliva connecting them. Izumi whines at the sight, feeling himself grow harder. Leo smirks. "Do you like it, Sena? Me being slutty? Nnh... I've never— something like this..." He pulls at Izumi's hair, attaching himself to his neck again to whisper into his ear. "I never thought it would be like this, Sena. I always thought you'd be the one on his back, letting me please you."
And fuck if that doesn't make Izumi's spine melt. That's too hot, what the hell. He'd thought about it, too. Leo taking care of him nice and slow the same way he's taking care of him now. "Next time." He says, hurriedly pulling down Leo's shorts and circling the rim of his hole. "Next time, you can have all of me, Leo-kun. Anything you w-want," a hiccup, his breath catching in his throat. "but not now. I want to make you feel good, Leo-kun. You're mine."
Leo nods fervently, tears slowly brimming from his eyes. "All for you, Sena. Always have been, so..." He shakes his head, taking a look down where Izumi gently presses a finger in. "Are we...?"
Izumi huffs, kissing Leo's forehead in a quick reassurance. "No, I dont— not today. I want... If I'm going to have you, I want it to be right. In our bed."
Leo whines at that, back arching again and Izumi decides then that he's finally had it. He pulls back, slowly thrusting a finger inside of Leo as he pulls up his shirt just above his chest, making him yelp. His nipples are the perfect pink he's always caught a glimpse of but never dared to stare at, and he can't help but give one of them a tentative lick.
"Sena!" Izumi can feel how much it's all affecting Leo, bordering on overstimulation. Fuck, he hasn't even touched himself once, they're both dumbasses, but Izumi can't stop to think of himself when he's so entranced by the thought of Leo acting this way because of him, Leo feeling so good because of him. "Sena... close... L-Like this, I want to come like this, I love you around me— Sena, Sena!"
He pushes a second finger in, mouth exploring the expanse of Leo's chest as he grinds down. He needs this, just as badly as Leo. It's so good, too good. Leo's plaguing every corner of his mind, how tight he feels around his fingers, he warm he feels inside, how unbearably hot he is to look at. "Me too... I..." Izumi looks up. "I love you, Leo-kun."
A searing hot kiss, Leo moaning loudly yet muffled by Izumi's own mouth on his. Izumi's hand reaching up to finally jerk his wrist around Leo's neglected dick, Leo grinding up at him as he comes. It's so much, the sticky white fluid dripping down Leo's stomach and coating Izumi's hand, looking straight out of a hentai doujin. Izumi would argue that Leo is better than any comic book out there.
"Sena..." Leo weakly whimpers, licking Izumi's lips and thrusting his tongue inside his mouth. Even now when he's so spent, even when he's beyond exhausted, he refuses to detach himself from Izumi.
He parts for a second, looking down at the mess made in Leo's stomach and running a finger through it. The sane leftover part of his brain begs him to not do what he's about to do, but he's way too far gone, he realizes, as he licks up his finger and tastes Leo. Really, cum shouldn't taste good. That's not how it works, for sure, but Izumi could live on a diet based on solely Leo.
"Who's being unfair now?" Leo pants, chest heaving. "Sena, my brave Knight, you held out for me, didn't you? You waited for me?"
Shit, who talks like that?
"I wanna take care of you, Sena, just like you took care of me too." There's a gentle hand pushing at Izumi's chest, and he lets himself fall back. At this point he'd assume Leo is beyond spent but this guy has a stamina that's near unbeatable, he might as well let him have his fun.
He cradles Leo's cheek as he crawls to sit in between his legs, just like Izumi had earlier. "...Are you sure?"
A palm reaches for his pants, pulling down his zipper. "I... I've been thinking about it for a while, Sena." Leo mumbles, checks flushed completely as he buries his face in Izumi's neck. "I've always wanted to."
He's too fucking cute. Izumi's breath catches in his throat. There's no way it's him here, him who managed to have Leo Tsukinaga of all people cradled up next to him and about to do things with him, there's no way in Hell that he got this lucky at life, that it shouldn't be someone else in his place. Leo is so cute and so enchanting. He's going to pass out. "Y-Yeah? Tell me, Leo-kun."
Leo shakes his head, body going down. "I'll just show you, Sena! What good is my mouth for if not for it to do my bidding?" Izumi snorts. Right. When he's not having his brains fucked out, Leo is still Leo. Honest to a tee, and also really horrible at dirty talk. Well, not like that matters all that much, his potty mouth doesn't change how hot he looks and how good it feels to have him lick a stripe up his dick. God.
He breathes on it for a moment, taking up courage to actually pull down Izumi's boxers, but that doesn't necessarily stop him. "It smells good, Sena."
Fuck. To hell with not hurting Leo, that comment alone requires a hair pull. There's no way he can contain himself. "Don't— say shit like that. I don't..."
"Don't wanna come yet?" Leo laughs, willing himself to pull down Izumi's boxers. "Ah... I knew it, Sena. It's just as pretty as you." A finger runs down the shape, like Leo's memorizing the pattern, before he brings it to his mouth. "You taste just as good, too."
Izumi sucks in a ragged breath, his grip on Leo's hair tightening. "Leo-kun."
Leo looks up at him, giving out one last time before licking a stripe up his dick for real this time, no cloth in the way, and the sensation is so much more intoxicating than before. His thumb nabs at the tip, smearing the precum before moving down in a steady rhythm. "Shit... Shit." Izumi brings a hand up to cover his mouth, finally having some well-deserved attention sending him into overdrive. Leo's palm is so soft and warm around his dick already, but then Leo takes the next step and fits the tip inside his mouth. It's too warm, way warmer then before and it feels way better than he had prepared himself for. There's no way Leo's a cherry, not with how well he swirls his tongue around his shaft and bobs his head up and down. Izumi can already feel himself bordering on the edge.
"That's good, Leo-kun, you're too good at this— Fuck, fuck, fuck." He cants his hips up, fucking into Leo's mouth and he just lets him, moaning around him and staying in place for Izumi to use him as his own personal onahole, the feeling enhanced tenfold. "I-I'm close, Leo-kun... Hhahh.. hahh.."
The warning doesn't do much for Leo, instead of pushing away he goes deeper, and that serves as Izumi's breaking point, pleas of "so good, Leo-kun, you're so good" and "shit, fuck" as he empties himself inside of Leo's mouth. Leo swallows it all.
"Ahh.. f-fuck, Leo-kun, don't do that." Izumi whines, patting Leo's hair. "You're making me wanna go again." He pants.
Leo comes back up, wiping at his cheek, he smiles. "I liked it, Sena." His voice is raspy, and Izumi feels a tad too guilty about it until he considers how hot it is, that he's the one that made Leo as debouched as he is now. "I like you."
"Yeah?" Izumi snorts, pulling Leo into his arms. They're both twitchy, completely overstimulated.
"Yeah. I love you."
"Good— That's." He's way too embarrassed now and somehow that makes him feel even more embarrassed. "...Let's go to bed."
Leo laughs, wrapping his arms around Izumi's neck. "Sena, I got what I wanted in the end anyways! We're gonna nap our evening away now, aren't we~?"
"No. We're going to shower before that." Izumi pinches Leo. "Maybe after I'll consider letting you sleep. You're a manipulative little shit."
"Wahahaha~!"