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Kazuya has to go. He really, really has to go to the nearest toilet and relief himself from this torture.
Kazuya has to go, and…Eijun knows that. But he won’t let Kazuya relief himself that fast. No, today, he won’t. And today, Kazuya will listen to anything Eijun say even though what Eijun demands from him is torturing him; even though it makes him want to scream, crying, and kicking.
Because Eijun won’t let him to go to the toilet. And Kazuya is getting desperate.
“Ei, please—”
“You’ve been doing so good so far,” Eijun whispers, “Aren’t you usually so good at being in control?”
Eijun sneaks an arm around Kazuya, who immediately leans into his touch. Kazuya pants a little. His forehead is getting sweaty from his effort to hold it in. He bites back a whine when Eijun tightens his arm around his waist.
Around them, people are talking, drinking, socializing. The afterparty is still far from over, is still as live as ever. Yet, the two of them chose to orbit in their own space bubble at a secluded spot near an emergency stair. Not that Kazuya has it in himself to blend with people in a state like this.
Eijun runs his palm reassuringly on Kazuya’s hips, drawing some idle patterns absentmindedly. Kazuya lets out a shaky breath and leans more into the touch. It’s just…good. This feeling of being taken cared of feels pretty good to him. It’s something new, something refreshing, something that just feels awesome. He is making an effort to hold himself back, yet all these gentleness and sweet words make his mind feels as if floating on a cloudy state.
“Kazuya, you’ve been holding it so long.”
Eijun leans to place a chaste kiss on Kazuya’s cheek. That gets Kazuya to become even more flustered. Tonight, it seems he is extra sensitive to any touches—especially his boyfriend’s touches.
“Kazuya, you are amazing, you know? I am proud of having a boyfriend like you.”
Kazuya snorts at that. ‘Typical Eijun.’
That said, despite often rolling his eyes whenever Eijun tries to win him by sweet compliments like that, Kazuya has to admit that he actually likes it. That makes him feel special. It’s a pretty good feeling.
“Oh, shut up,” Kazuya mutters.
He is still not yet beyond admitting how much he enjoys getting showered by affection like this. The one who’s supposed to be a sucker for affection between them is Eijun, after all. It’s always been Eijun. Although now Kazuya can’t deny that he secretly craves it too.
“Do you really have to go?”
Eijun shifts around so that he is now embracing Kazuya from behind. Kazuya leans back, almost letting out a needy whimper the second Eijun’s arms circle itself around him.
“Ei, c’mon—”
“Do you really, really have to go?”
“Hey! Stop it!”
Eijun tightens his hold, nuzzling his face into Kazuya’s neck, biting lightly on the open patch there. This time, Kazuya can no longer hold back his moan.
“Hehehe, you’re so sensitive~”
“Since when you became so bratty,” Kazuya grumbles.
“Huh? Just who is actually acting like a brat here, Kazuya?”
As if to prove some point, Eijun grazes his teeth on Kazuya’s sensitive ear shell, making Kazuya shudders in his hold.
“Hahaha. Now, I get why you always enjoy teasing me so much.”
Kazuya squeezes his eyes shut. Maybe this is karma, after all. “Shut up,” he whispers weakly.
There is literally nothing that’s stopping him from storming his way towards the restroom right now. Yet, he had agreed to play this game. No, more accurately, he was the one who had talked Eijun into playing this little game.
Tonight, he doesn’t want to be in control. Just for tonight, he wants someone else to be in control of him—someone that he trusts, someone who knows him well enough to not push him beyond his limits—just so he wouldn’t have to think about anything tonight.
It's something new for both of them. It’s thrilling; each time he is reminded of this dirty little secret shared between them, some kind of rush runs through his veins.
“Kaazuuyaaa~” Eijun drawls his name in a low voice, snickering softly after that.
Kazuya thinks it’s rather cute. He smiles to himself—since Eijun wouldn’t be able to see his face in this position. “What, Eeeiiijuun?” he plays along.
Eijun rubs his thumbs on Kazuya’s wrists. “Let’s go to the restroom now,” he whispers.
Kazuya widens his eyes. “Ei—”
“The time’s almost up,” Eijun says, taking Kazuya’s hand in his and starts leading the way. Kazuya follows him, squeezing Eijun’s hand. It feels warm. It feels good.
“You did so good,” Eijun says again. “You are amazing. I love you so much.”
“I know.”
Eijun glares mildly. Kazuya stifles his amused grin. “What?”
“You’re…ugh. Why do I love you so much, Kazuya? Just why?”
Eijun shakes his head dramatically. Kazuya can’t take his boyfriend’s cuteness anymore. He sneaks a glance around to make sure that no one is paying attention to them before stealing a quick kiss from Eijun’s lips.
For a moment, he honestly forgets how much he’s been desperate to go since what seems like forever ago.
For a moment, it is just him and Eijun and their own little world.
At least, until they finally arrive at the restroom and his bladder’s back to remind him again of his masochistic side. Kazuya inwardly groans.
He hurries up towards the nearest empty stall—for some reason, luckily, all the stalls are currently empty—only for Eijun to snatch his arm, pulling him back.
“Why? I thought you’re going to finally let me do it.”
Kazuya is well-aware that his complaint just now came out clearly as a whine. But right now, he is getting so, so desperate that he is not above whining anymore. At least he’s not begging. Not yet, probably.
Eijun turns him around so that they’re facing each other—so close that their foreheads are almost touching—and then he demands quietly, “Where’s the magic word, Ka-Zu-Ya?”
Damn.
“Seriously?”
Cold sweats are beading on his temple. Kazuya bites his tongue lightly. He doesn’t want to lose his cool that easily. He still has his pride. But. Letting go is what he’d wanted anyway. The kind of rush of knowing that he’s got someone who he could trust with practically anything is what he has secretly been craving all these times.
He presses their foreheads together. “Ei. Eijun.”
It’s a small whisper, a whimper. As a respond, Eijun puts his warm hand on Kazuya’s cheek, pressing gently.
“What?” Eijun murmurs. “That isn’t the right word, Kazuya. C’mon. You can do better.”
“Ei.”
“Say it. Say the word. For me.”
Eijun runs his thumb across Kazuya’s cheekbone, and that has Kazuya inhaling shakily. “Fine. Fine, fine—ugh. Please.”
“You can do better,” Eijun insists, “Come on, it’s not that hard—”
“Please,” Kazuya interrupts curtly, urgency in his voice, “Please let me go. Eijun, please.”
“Hmm…”
“I’ve done everything you told me to do, so please. Eijun—”
Eijun’s soft laugh puts a stop to Kazuya’s desperate pleas. Kazuya looks at his boyfriend’s eyes hopefully.
“Alright, haha. Alright, fine, you can—”
Eijun doesn’t even get to finish his words before Kazuya cuts him off with a quick kiss.
“Fuck, I love you,” says Kazuya to their kiss, before he hurries up to the nearest stall.
Eijun snickers behind him. “You’re not going to let me watch, huh?”
Kazuya pauses at the door, staring back unsurely at his boyfriend. Eijun shakes his head.
“I was kidding. You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable with it. Just go now. Hush!”
Kazuya flushes. Mostly because an image of Eijun watching him actually passed briefly inside his head.
“Maybe next time,” Kazuya mutters before closing the door.
When he finally steps out, Eijun is waiting by his door.
“How was it? Did it hurt?” Eijun asks in concern.
“Not really. Just…” Kazuya flushes again, remembering vividly how it felt to finally let go—the feel, and the sound of water rushing, and everything. “I think I feel kind of lightheaded,” he mutters instead.
Eijun’s hands are instantly on Kazuya’s sides, steadying him. Kazuya laughs a little at that.
“No, Ei. I can walk just fine.”
Kazuya tries to give a reassuring smile, yet Eijun isn’t buying it.
“Better safe that sorry,” Eijun says, sweeping his boyfriend’s damp bangs gently before giving a quick peck on the forehead.
Kazuya squeezes his eyes shut. He can feel the familiar warmth creeping up his face again. Eijun is just…a little too embarrassing, sometimes. A little too sappy. A little too much.
This guy is just everything Kazuya ever wanted. He is just too much in love.
“Let’s head back and get you some water, and maybe some light snacks,” says Eijun, tugging at Kazuya’s hand.
Kazuya barely can hold back his giddy grin. “You know what? You are awesome, Ei.”
Eijun raises his eyebrows. “No. It’s you.”
“No, you,” Kazuya insists.
They end the argument with a slow kiss. When they finally walk out from the restroom, they go back to their groups of friends and join the party. None of their friends would ever know what had just happened there. It will be their own little secret—a special secret moment just shared between them.