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“Damn it, I’m gonna be late!” Yuuji thought with a huff. He was speed walking to his evening physiology class, after spending too long chatting with his friends after work.
By the time he arrives, class had begun. Yuuji makes the walk of shame to the last row in the classroom, void of any students until he sits down. Quietly, he removes his textbook and binder from his backpack.
It’s a two hour class and his professor has the vocal inflections equivalent to that of an asparagus. Within five minutes, Yuuji begins to daydream.
At first, his thoughts are innocent. He thinks of his friends, working out at the gym, and that time he got drunk and did karaoke with Todo at a bar.
Slowly but surely, his mind wanders to his boyfriend, Fushiguro Megumi. He thinks about his eyes, a deep blue he gets trapped in each and every time he looks into them. His jet-black hair, so soft that he could stroke it for hours. He thinks about how loud he gets when Yuuji has him on his hands and knees, pounding into him while Yuuji whispers absolute filth into his ear.
Wait.
Suddenly the innocent thought of his lover have turned raunchy. Now all Yuuji can think about is the feeling of Megumi’s nails scratching down his back while he fucks him, leaving angry red marks in their wake. The feeling of toned thighs wrapping around his waist while Yuuji teases his cock in and out of Megumi’s sloppy, puffy hole.
The tug of Megumi’s fingers in his hair while he swallows his cock, his own hips thrusting into the mattress at the sound of his boyfriend.
Fuck, he’s already half hard in his pants. He needs a distraction. He tries to focus on his professor explaining how molecules behave in cells, to how systems of organs work together.
It’s not happening. He pulls his phone from his pocket and texts the source of his distraction.
Megumi💙🐕
Hi baby how are you
Within minutes, his phone vibrates with a reply.
I’m good, shouldn’t you be paying attention? You’re in class
Yeah but I got distracted
Well stop texting me and focus
You’re the distraction
You texted me first fool
Not this, I started thinking about you
…
What are you thinking about?
Cooking with you, cuddling on the couch, the little snort you do when you laugh too hard
Doing chores, mundane stuff.
You’re sweet💕
Yuuji bites his lip, and allows himself to expose the true nature of his thoughts.
Then I started thinking about taking a shower with you
How your skin gets all pink when the water’s too hot
Watching the water run down the bruises I gave you
Looking at all the love bites I put on your neck and thighs
The slight imprints my hands made on that slutty little waist of yours.
He knows this is a terrible idea, but a nagging, horny part of himself want this to happen. Yuuji glances around the classroom. All of the other students are facing forward, either paying attention to tapping away at phones and laptops.
With absolutely no shame, Yuuji opens the camera app on his phone, and angles it just right to snap a photo of the lower half of his body. The image vividly depicts the massive bulge Yuuji is sporting in his joggers.
He sends it to Megumi.
Megumi💙🐕
Now I’m stuck in class and I can’t stop thinking about how sweet you sounded moaning for me
Yuuji… fuck.. hold on
Minutes pass and Yuuji continues to discretely palm himself over his joggers, imagination running rampant with images of Megumi completely losing himself as Yuuji fucks into him.
Megumi💙🐕
1 Audio Message (30 sec)
Put your AirPods in.
Yuuji does, and presses play. He’s met with the sound of Megumi whimpering quietly.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day too Yuuji. Thinking about your hands… the feeling of your fingers winding through my hair and pulling while I choke on your cock,” Megumi pants quietly.
“The feeling of your palm pushing down on my head, the sounds of your moans while you pump your cum down my throat. Fuck I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want your cock in my mouth.”
Yuuji groans quietly into his fist, hips jerking at the sound of his boyfriends voice. He replays the audio, and he can hear a quiet squelching noise in the background. He can’t figure out if Megumi is jerking himself off, or if he has his fingers stuffed in his hole.
He decides to find out.
Megumi💙🐕
Baby are you touching yourself?
Show me.
Okay.
At best, Yuuji was expecting a video of his gorgeous boyfriend touching himself. Instead, Megumi FaceTimes him. Yuuji knows answering right now would be a terrible decision, but he presses the green button anyway. His screen flips to show Megumi’s flushed face, cheeks rosy and eyes dark.
“Are your AirPods still in?”
Yuuji nods.
“Good.”
Megumi leans forward and props his phone against something, and lays back down, showing Yuuji a sight that is not appropriate for class.
Megumi’s entire chest is flushed the same color as his face, chest rising slowly as he settles into his relaxed position. His pink hole is clenching around nothing, looking desperate to be filled with something, anything.
“I’m going to play with myself and you’re going to watch me. Don’t take your eyes off of me, Yuuji.”
Yuuji nods curtly, adjusting himself in his pants. He glances at the time. Thirty minutes till class ends.
He returns his gaze back to his boyfriend, who has begun to run his lithe fingers down his chest, toying with his nipples. He pulls and tugs at them, eliciting small cries and moans.
“I wish these were your hands, Yuuji,” he whispered. “Your thick, strong fingers pulling at my nipples.”
He tugs at them again for emphasis.
“You’d play with them so much they’d turn red, wouldn’t stop until I was clawing at your back and begging for you to fuck me.”
He leaves one hand on his chest while the other trails down his stomach and wraps itself around his engorged cock, moaning softly at the contact. He drags his hand up and down his shaft slowly, eyes never leaving Yuuji’s face.
Yuuji is feeling hot all over, so heavily affected by the sight of his boyfriend getting off while his professor drones on in the background. However, Yuuji can’t hear him. All he can hear are the lewd, wet sounds emerging from his earbuds.
This includes the sounds emitting from his boyfriend’s mouth.
A litany of high pitched moans crawl out of the earbuds planted in Yuuji’s ears. He can’t focus on the sound of the clicking pens or clacking of laptop buttons. All he can hear are the desperate pleas and whines from Megumi that make a searing heat bubble in his stomach.
Yuuji would give anything to be the one making those noises spill from Megumi’s spit-slicked lips.
For now, however, he settles for the ocular gift in front of him. The sight of Megumi falling apart from his own hands at the thought of Yuuji fucking him is enough for him to ignore the idea he could be caught with his hand wrapped around his cock, in the middle of class at any second.
“I want your hand on my cock. Gripping me just right and making me feel so good.”
Megumi rolls his head back, exposing his pale neck with fading hickeys. The hand not wrapped around his cock trails upward, tracing the taught skin of his neck.
“I love feeling your teeth leave marks on me,” he breathed. “You like marking me up don’t you? Wanna show everybody that I belong to you,” he said with a low growl. “You own me, don’t you Yuuji?”
Yuuji whines softly, pressing harder on his cock that’s still confined in his pants. He wants to take himself out so he can touch himself to the sight and sounds his boyfriend is making.
Another terrible idea is put into motion as Yuuji props his phone against his text book, angling it so Megumi can only see his chest and lower body.
Taking one last look around, he leans back in his chair and slides a hand into his joggers, using the other to push the waistband down far enough so he can pull his cock out.
“In class, Yuuji?,” Megumi asks teasingly. “You’re so bad. Willing to get caught just so you can touch yourself?”
Yuuji nods silently again, dragging his hand up the length of his cock. He’s already soaking, Megumi’s little show causing Yuuji to release ample amounts of pre-come into his boxers.
“Okay, I’ll make it worth your while then, love.”
Yuuji’s heart is racing. He’s surrounded my students in class. He could be caught at any moment. Instead of that idea terrifying him, he gets more excited.
The hand Megumi had on his neck wraps around his left thigh, fingers beginning to tease his wet hole.
“I had my fingers in here when I sent you that audio message earlier,” Megumi said.
He drags the pads of his fingers over his hole again.
“I was thinking about your cock, how well you fill me up,” he whispered huskily.
He shoves two fingers in and lets out a loud moan, thighs falling open further to show Yuuji everything.
“Mmhm, couldn’t stop thinking of how well you stretch me open, making me feel so full.”
Megumi begins to fuck his fingers into himself, hips grinding back onto his hand as best as possible.
Yuuji bites his lip to stifle any noises threatening to bubble past, jerking himself slightly faster.
“God I’m addicted to the way you fuck your fat cock in and out of my hole, like it was only made for your use,” Megumi said. He presses his fingers in deep, grinding against the bundle of nerves that makes his thighs tremble. He jerks himself off faster, moans climbing higher and higher.
“Ah-ah… and the way you wrap your big hands around my waist, bouncing me on your cock like I’m only a toy, makes me feel so- so fucking good,” he said with a stutter.
“I love being a toy for you, Yuuji,” Megumi panted. “A toy that you’re going to break when you come home. I need you to split me open on that cock and make me scream.”
With that demand, Megumi let out a long, husky moan, shooting thick ropes of come on his hand and chest, thighs threatening to shut over the force of his orgasm.
Yuuji was quick to follow, stuffing a sleeve into his mouth, breathing harshly and hips jerking as he came into his hand, being careful not to let any get on his shirt.
“Lick it off, Yuuji.”
Yuuji brings his come soaked hand to his mouth and licks a fat stripe up the length of his palm, too worked up to grimace at the taste. He slides his tongue over each finger, cleaning any evidence of his activities from his hand, and swallows.
Megumi groaned at the sight of his boyfriend eating his own come, cock twitching with interest. He desperately wanted to do the same thing.
Yuuji quickly tucked himself back into his pants, groaning quietly.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he whispers, “I could have gotten expelled if I got caught.”
Megumi chuckled, “When is your class over?”
“Okay class, remember, you have a quiz over todays material on Tuesday next week,” the professor drones. “Have a good weekend.”
“Right now.”
Yuuji starts shoving his books back into his backpack, the classrooom suddenly feeling entirely too hot and stuffy.
“Perfect,” Megumi says seductively. “Hurry back so you can fuck me properly.”
Yuuji makes the mistake of looking at his phone, only to be met with the sight of Megumi spreading his hole with two come-covered fingers.
“The next time you come, it’s going to be inside of me.” Megumi says, pink flushing to his cheeks.
Yuuji made a beeline for the door, sprinting past other students. Whether or not they were staring at him as he ran out was the last thing on his mind.