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Kazuma Asougi needed to be quieter, Ryuunosuke thought crossly as he was woken at the crack of too-early by the sounds of his best friend pleasuring himself for the fourth morning in a row.
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The first time he’d woken to the sound of his name on Kazuma’s lips, mumbled and desperate, Ryuunosuke had thought that they were in some sort of danger, or they’d been caught, and nearly fell out of the wardrobe in his half-awake attempt to get up, preparing to run or, worse, explain their stowaway situation. He’d run half of an apology and plea to whatever sailor had found them through his mind, ready to grovel to avoid getting Kazuma’s study tour canceled, when a sharp intake of breath stopped him in his tracks.
The gentle and fast rub of skin on skin, the way Kazuma’s breath caught on the string of “Oh, Ryuunosuke, that’s it, yes-” that fell from his lips. Ryuunosuke stopped dead in his tracks as a revelation fell on him, and he realised, Oh .
Me?
He didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night, even after Kazuma had finished and gone to sleep.
When morning came, it was a little more than a little hard to look Kazuma in the eyes.
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“Are you okay, Ryuunosuke?”
“Y-Yeah! Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’re very twitchy-eyed today.”
“Oh! You know, I’m just worried someone will find out I’m here. That’s all.”
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The second time he’d woken, Kazuma was a little louder with his… appreciations.
“Please, Ryuunosuke, more, please-!”
Ryuunosuke had waited until he heard Kazuma’s release, then his slow breathing as he slipped into sleep before daring to pull out his aching cock and get himself off, clamping his teeth down on his hand to keep himself from waking Kazuma up.
The next morning, he rushed to clean himself before Kazuma could notice the drops of cum on his shirt.
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“Ryuunosuke.”
“Yes! I mean! What? Is it that you want, Kazuma?”
“... I was going to tell you dinner was chicken and potatoes tonight, and if you wanted the chicken.”
“Oh, yes, thank you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? They won’t find you, we’re the only passengers in first class. You’re safe, I promise.”
“... Thank you, Kazuma. You’re right, I’m stressed over nothing.”
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The third night was when Ryuunosuke started to get a little more than a little irritated with Kazuma. He wasn’t what you would call a light sleeper, not exactly, but the wardrobe was right next to the bed, and Kazuma was, for lack of a better word, a loud lover. Even when he was trying to be quiet with what Ryuunosuke could only assume was his fingers in his mouth, Ryuunosuke found himself awake for the third night in a row from the sound of the bed’s creaks, the headboard thumping an erratic rhythm against the wall, and Kazuma’s wanton moans groaning his name .
“Agh, Ryuunosuke .”
The pressure in his pants was hard to ignore, and usually Ryuunosuke would be far too overtaken by shame to do something like this…
But his inhibitions were evidently still asleep, he was already grinding against his hand in an effort to quell the pressure, and Kazuma didn’t seem to mind crying his name like he’d die if he didn’t have Ryuunosuke under him, over him, on him.
Bucking his hips up involuntarily at the image as he let out a silent moan, his decision was made.
Ryuunosuke unbuttoned his pants just enough to release his cock, nearly sighing out loud from the cool air on his hot skin before clapping a hand over his mouth. As far as Kazuma knew, he was still asleep, and he’d rather jump overboard than let him believe anything to the contrary. Not after hearing the sultry noises coming from outside of the wardrobe, and definitely not after hearing Kazuma beg for-
“Ryuunosuke, more, please.”
That .
Ryuunosuke shivered as he pumped his fist up and down, faster on the upstroke than on the downstroke, wishing he’d brought some sort of lubricant with him to make this easier. He could imagine what Kazuma must look like, face down and spread out, quivering on the bed as he rolled his hips wantonly in an effort to find some sort of release against his own hand and the mattress.
He was probably still wearing his uniform pants and undershirt, unbuttoning a few buttons from the neck, his usual when he forgot to change out of his uniform before retiring for the night. Ryuunosuke could see it in his mind’s eye, Kazuma pulling his uniform pants and undergarments down to his knees, not completely divesting himself of them, in case someone knocked on the door and he had to be dressed in a moment’s instant.
Ryuunosuke’s mouth watered at the thought of Kazuma’s body, leanly toned from years of kenjutsu training, dusted with a blush as his muscles worked back and forth like a well oiled machine. The Kazuma in his head wasn’t wearing his hachimaki, his uneven bangs falling in his disarray and pasted to his forehead as he squeezed his eyes shut.
The real Kazuma let out a wet gag and Ryuunosuke’s breath stilled.
Oh.
Is he….?
He closed his eyes, mind swirling as he edited his mental image.
Kazuma in his mind was sucking on the fingers of his free hand, pushing them back as far as he could before gagging, his eyes flickered as he turned redder, pausing for a second before pulling them out, running spit slicked fingers over his bottom lip and down his chin, murmuring Ryuunosuke’s name like a prayer-
As if on cue, the real Kazuma’s unsteady moan echoed through his mind, and without thinking, Ryuunosuke moaned with him as he ran his thumb down the underside of his cock, precum dribbling down the shaft.
Ah.
He realised the noise he made just as Kazuma’s breathing stuttered and froze, freezing himself for a second, an eternity, a minute, until he heard the release of a shuddery sigh and the squeaking of the bed continue, Kazuma’s heady whimpering following not long after.
But the damage had been done.
The bravado of doing such an act was knocked out of Ryuunosuke as he remembered where he was, and who he was listening to, the guilt washing over him in waves as Kazuma cried out his name once, twice more before stilling, cleaning himself up and falling asleep. It was only after Ryuunosuke could hear the soft breathing that accompanied Kazuma’s sleep that he dared to attend to himself, biting down on his archery guard to stay quiet, the bitter taste of the worked deerskin filling his mouth and reminding him to stay silent.
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“Ryuunosuke, did you hear anything last night?”
“No! Nothing! Why do you ask?”
“... It’s nothing.”
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That day, sleep deprived, annoyed, and slightly horny, Ryuunosuke began to craft a plan.
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Kazuma hadn’t started calling his name yet, but by the way his voice was beginning to arc up, he was getting there.
Still, Ryuunosuke took his time, breathing in and reveling in the way his fingers traced along his bare skin as he slowly, slowly undid his shirt buttons, until the two sides of his shirt pooled on either side of him, the darkness amplifying the sensation to an intoxicating degree. His left hand went down, leisurely tracing down his stomach as he coaxed his pants and undergarments down with his right, just low enough to free his already half-hard cock and avoid any spray like the last few times. He ghosted his hand around the base, a groan rising to his lips, abandoning embarrassment to the wayside.
“Kazuma,” Ryuunosuke exhaled, his voice coming out throaty and absolutely sinful, and if he hadn’t rehearsed his lines a thousand, million, billion times in his head before, he would have never been able to say any of what he was about to say.
But the night was young, and no one would bother them, and god, he wanted to mess with Kazuma so badly.
It seemed to work, because Kazuma froze.
“I know you can hear me, Kazuma.”
He took the silence as confirmation that he was listening, and an embarrassed smirk played over his mouth as he took a deep breath, trying to keep his wits about him. He continued, even as a blush spread over him.
“I know what you do at night, when you think I’m asleep. You’ve been,” Ryuunosuke ran a finger up the underside of his cock, the gasp very nearly cutting off his dialogue. “Thinking about me, and pleasuring yourself. You think I don’t hear it when you moan my name?”
A shaky breath, and a rustle of fabric, and Ryuunosuke knew he had his attention. An image sprang to mind, unbidden, of Kazuma facedown and looking up, towards the wardrobe with wide eyes, too startled to remember to breathe as his skin flushed a dusky red. Ryuunosuke swallowed, trying to find his voice and pushed the image out of his head before he grew too flustered to continue.
“Your fingers aren’t as good of a gag as you think they are, but feel free to use them now if they make you feel better.” He quipped, and was immediately rewarded with the sound of movement. As an afterthought, he added, “But don’t touch yourself. It’s my turn to have some fun, isn’t it, Kazuma?”
Ryuunosuke used his thumb to collect the precum beading at his head, spreading it over his shaft as he stroked back and forth as he moaned, panting, as his words laid forgotten on his tongue. He drew himself away from his sensitive frenulum as he felt himself being drawn up, catching his breath and trying to prolong the session.
“Call it… Payback.”
The needy whine from the bed told him everything he needed to keep going.
Ryuunosuke adjusted himself before dipping the fingers on his free hand into the small pot of lotion waiting near his hip, shifting and spreading his legs as far as he could in the cramped confines of the closet. His other hand ran unhurried along his shaft, keeping him on edge as he prodded at his entrance, circling it as he threw his head back, making a small thud against the wall. He let out a series of shuddering breaths and squeezed his eyes shut, thanking his lucky stars that he was able to sneak the lotion into the wardrobe without Kazuma noticing, and trying to not think too hard about his best friend listening intently to his every move, every breath.
The thought of Kazuma listening to him, painfully hard and fighting the urge to finish himself off, made Ryuunosuke bite his lip and moan in a way that had nothing to do with his ministrations. And judging by the muffled noises he could hear from the outside, it seemed as if Kazuma was enjoying this more than a little bit as well.
“Do you like what you hear, Kazuma? Do you know what comes next?” He stilled his hand, trying to remember his script while the pinpricks of shame rose to the surface, and for a second he balked, tensing up before forcing himself to relax and not think too much about it. To get his mind off of the stress, Ryuunosuke pushed a slicked finger into his entrance, gasping at the chill of the cold lotion as he settled down, all the way down to his first knuckle as his other hand seized around the middle of his cock, downstroke abandoned.
In the tangled mess that’d become his mind, he swore, moaning Kazuma’s name softly, then louder as he angled his hip up, trying to get any extra leverage. “Is this what you think about? How it would feel to pry me open with your fingers-” Another groan cut him off as he added another finger, the burn telling him to slow down. “Stretch me- Fit your cock inside of me-” His voice faltered as he jerked his hand up and down his flagging cock, stoking the warmth pooling in his stomach. “Tell me, Kazuma, do I measure up to your fantasies?”
Ryuunosuke began to push in and out, curling his fingers slightly, avoiding that sensitive spot as the words seemingly spilled out of him. “How do we do it in your fantasies, Kazuma?” Are we face to face like lovers? Do you think about me riding you as you try to study? Taking me against the wall, or the floor, like a quick fuck?” He flushed at crudeness of his words, stammering over his next words as he kept going. “Maybe you’d bend me over that desk, push my face into your notes… But I doubt it. Do you know why, Kazuma?”
Against his body’s wishes, he forced himself to still, heart pounding in his throat as he heard the rhythmic creaking of a certain someone rutting into a bed. Ryuunosuke let out a shakily wicked grin.
“Lay on your back and lie still, Kazuma. I told you, it’s my turn to have some fun. This is-” He gave himself a quick upstroke and his hips bucked upward of their own accord, causing Ryuunosuke to let out an absolutely debauched sound and his tongue fumbled around his last words. “Payback.”
The creaking stopped as Kazuma let out a tremulous noise, replaced by the sound of shuffling fabric.
Ryuunosuke waited until he thought Kazuma had had time to situate himself to speak again. “Are you ready?”
“No, not yet.” Came Kazuma’s high-pitched reply.
Ryuunosuke flushed, his common sense screaming at him as his base side filed away Kazuma’s pitiful voice for the future.
“Okay, now.”
He tried to clear his brain, letting out a shaky laugh that he hoped came across as mocking as he tried to recall his script again. “And this is why I don’t think you’d do that. Oh, Asougi Kazuma, top student, master swordsman, prodigal lawyer. Anyone looking at you would think differently, but I know better. I’ve had to listen to-” His voice pitched up into a squeak for a second. “Listen to you every night, begging for me, to let me take you .” The tip of his finger grazed that sweet spot within him and Ryuunosuke’s moan was torn out of him, head lolling to the side as he tried to catch his breath. “If we were to do it face to face like lovers, I think I’d be in control, wouldn’t I? And the only reason you’d take me anywhere is if I told you to do so, Kazuma.”
He hadn’t meant to moan Kazuma’s name like that, dripping with lechery, but it was getting harder and harder to focus, his words having the same effect on him that they were supposed to have on Kazuma. Thinking them was one thing, but saying them out loud…
“I could get off like this every night. Telling you to stuff your fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet, lay on your back and make you listen to me, keeping you on edge and not even letting you have your release at the end. You would love it.”
“I would. I would.” Kazuma whispered through his makeshift gag.
“It wasn’t a question, partner. I know.” The high was starting to get to Ryuunosuke, he realised as he spoke, his inhibitions withering away as he deviated from his carefully practiced script.
“Do you suck on your fingers because you wish they were my fingers down your throat? Do you want me to gag you? Make you beg against my hand?” Any calm Ryuunosuke had held onto was being thrown into the wind as he thrust against his hand, bearing down on his fingers as he fought against his sighs and moans to keep talking as he felt his orgasm on the horizon. “I can see you like that, squirming under me, legs spread while I ride you. Maybe I’ll gag you with your hachimaki so you’ll be quiet for once, Kazuma, or tie your arms back with your suspenders. Or would you prefer to be on the top, slamming me into your bed as I tell you faster, harder , before pushing you off with a that’s enough for you, K- Kazuma!”
He cut himself off with a low, drawn out moan as he twisted his fingers inside of him and stroked down on his cock, and oh , his voice was near unrecognisable to himself as he moaned, trailing off into a whimper as he came, thin ropes over his uncovered chest and stomach as his vision whited out. His body went slack and he collapsed against the hard wood of the wardrobe, panting and gasping a chorus of Kazuma, Kazuma, Kazuma, drowning in his own pleasure.
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Sometime between a second and an eternity of basking in the afterglow, Ryuunosuke righted himself so he was sitting upright, pulling up his pants. He knew well that his time spent in that position was going to give him a terrible backache, but that was his future self’s worries, not his right now.
He rested his head against the door of the wardrobe with a dull thump, trying to breathe normally as his eyes fluttered shut for seconds at a time, before giving the darkness a shy smile, trying to find the next line in the torn up script in his mind.
“Wow, I’m tired after that. Fortunately, my partner won’t let me out of the closet while he tries to satisfy himself, thinking about how badly he wishes his hand was me instead.” He was already spent, but the thought made his cock twitch even still. He sighed theatrically. “I guess I’ll just go to sleep. Unless, of course, he changes his mind.”
Somewhere in the nebulous space of outside the closet, Kazuma’s breath hitched.
“If I’m not mistaken, we don’t have any company for the rest of the night. Well, Kazuma? Do you want to take responsibility for what you’ve started?”
There was a beat of silence, where Ryuunosuke swore he could hear the gears in Kazuma’s brain unstick, grind, and click, before whatever stupor fell over the room broke. Ryuunosuke heard the creak of a bed and the not-so-gentle thud of two feet hitting the floor, and had barely managed to move his head off the door before it was yanked open, revealing Kazuma framed by the lowlight of the cabin.
His lips were bitten into a delicious red, twisted into something halfway to a flustered grin and matching the wild look in his eyes. The fingers of his left hand glistened in the light, matching the sheen on his chin and mouth. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his rapidly rising and falling chest., and there was an unmistakable tent in his pants.
In short, Kazuma looked debauched, and Ryuunosuke couldn’t hide his grin or his rapidly beating heart as he unfurled himself from the wardrobe, taking Kazuma’s chin in his hand and swiping his thumb over his lip, streaking lines of cum wherever he touched.
“ Ryuunosuke.”
“Yes, Kazuma?” God, Ryuunosuke was about to fall over from the level of adrenaline going through him, from what he was doing, from the way Kazuma was looking at him, from the knowledge that he was the one who did this to the unflappable Kazuma, that he did this.
Kazuma said something, only for it to devolve into whines, and oh , did the sound make something stir in Ryuunosuke’s stomach, something primal that made him want to pin Kazuma to the bed and get him off until he screamed loud enough for everyone to hear him.
But he forced himself to wait, pressing the tip of his thumb into the corner of his mouth, playing with it as he watched Kazuma’s eyes flicker back and forth between Ryuunosuke’s hand and face, his cheeks turning redder and redder.
“You really do get tongue-tied under pressure, don’t you?” Ryuunosuke ran his free hand up Kazuma’s chest as he stepped closer, a foreign brash bravado filling him as he cupped it, circling a numb around the nipple and feeling him shiver under the touch. “At least, this time it’s me who’s tying your tongue.”
Finally, after Kazuma’s latest attempt at words died a soft death somewhere in his throat, Ryuunosuke raised himself onto the tips of his toes, moving forward until their lips were almost brushing. Thrumming with nervous energy, his next words came out in a low whisper as he kept eye contact with Kazuma through his eyelashes.
“Kazuma, if you want something, you’re going to have to speak up.”
“Let me fuck you, god, Ryuunosuke, let me fuck you .”
“Well,” The thumb toying with the corner of his mouth slipped upwards to run a line along his cheekbone.
“If you insist, partner.”