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Hmm… I think this might be too short…
Akito pulled at the sensitive fabric that was covering his lower half. It wasn’t a lot, he might’ve bought something that was too short for him. He sighed in defeat, it was such a cute thing too, a shame for it to go to waste. He tugged it down a little more, staring in the mirror and twisting his hips to get a good look of what his ass looked like in it.
He honestly couldn’t believe how rounded it made it look, it looked alot bigger than it actually was. He sighed, ashamed it showed off too much from the front. It barely came down to the halfway point of his thighs. Man… it’s so cute… he couldn’t get over what a waste it was!
It was cheap too. A cute design, cheap, but too short. He sighed, it was rare when he ran into situations like this, but he honestly should be less surprised. This type of clothing was meant for women after all. It was a skirt, light pink with small butterflies and hearts on it. It fit nicely around his smaller waist, but it struggled to reach down far enough.
The wind could easily lift it up and reveal what was underneath. He sighed, removing them and staring at them. So cute… and for what! He huffed, maybe he’d sneak them into Ena’s drawers. They weren’t her style at all, but he knew she had a friend that was into anything like this. Maybe they’d find some more use out of the damn thing.
Akito struggled to remember how he had gotten into dressing like that. He knew at first he hated the idea of himself doing it. He honestly didn’t give two fucks if some other man wanted to put on panties and dress like a “woman.” He just didn’t want himself doing it, he thought it was embarrassing if it was him.
But, poor naive Akito. The boy let his love of fashion and curiosity get the best of him. Which made him begin to actually look into it, find out why men did it, what they could gain from it. He was baffled by the outfits they were able to come up with, then he had begun doing it himself. At first it was just to see if he could make better outfits then all of them, but before he knew it, he’d been ordering new clothes left and right, trying more and more until he couldn’t stop. He started to find great joy in it, actually loving every second of it. No way in hell would he tell anyone that though.
Akito was supposed to be the cool kid, where he didn’t seem to care about anything but his music. He’d slack off in class and put all of his effort into his performances. He was tough and strong, he could beat you up if you said the wrong thing to him. That’s what he was supposed to be.
He wasn’t supposed to be this soft cutesy boy who loved wearing flowery skirts, cute cut crop tops, dresses, high heels… the list could go on forever. Don’t even get him started on makeup.
He blamed eyeliner for that one.
All of his thoughts stopped when there was a knock on his door. He stood completely still, he was doomed. He was holding the skirt in his hands, along with nothing but lace panties and a cute thin strapped low cut shirt. He stared at the door, watching the door hand jiggle, before it stopped. Ahah! I locked it! He let out a huge sigh of relief, thankful that he had locked his door.
“Akito? Ugh. Why is your door locked? You better not be doing anything gross.” It was Ena.
“Oh shut up! You think everything I do is gross!” He shouted back, adjusting his shirt as he spoke.
“That’s because it is! Anyways get your ass downstairs dinners done!”
He listened to her race down the stairs after that, Akito grumbled, he had completely forgotten about dinner. He was too excited about his skirt arriving that he immediately got into the outfit he had fitted for it. Ashame the thing didn’t fit him… he looked at it before looking over to his closet. There he had shoved many of his clothes like this, in order to keep his family from seeing it just in his outer drawers.
“Maybe I’ll keep it in there for now…” he murmured to himself. He made his way over there before tossing it in, he threw off his shirt and tucked it in there neatly as well. He then tossed on a quick t-shirt and basketball shorts, trying not to think about how weird it felt against his skin compared to the freeing clothes he had just had on.
He made his way down the stairs and sat down at the dinner table. He avoided his sister's eye contact, but Of Course she had to be a bitch and bring up the question he knew she was going to ask.
“What were you doing in your room? Your door was locked and you were late to dinner.”
“Shut up Ena.” He snapped at her.
She didn’t have a right to question what he was doing, she stayed up extremely late every night just to do her artwork. He never asked her about it once, so there was no need for her to get all bitchy about him missing 3 minutes of dinner. It really pissed him off.
Luckily for him, his dad was on his side.
“Oh Ena. Leave him be. He was probably just having some alone time. Like you do.”
He shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. He watched her grip her chopsticks tighter and her scowl grow, but nothing else came of it. Akito was thankful. They ate in silence and Akito helped clean up. He washed the dishes and put what he could away. He didn’t like a dirty space, so he did what he could to help keep it tidy.
“Okay. I’m going back to my room.”
He waved everyone goodbye before climbing back up the stairs into his bedroom. He sighed and flopped on his bed. His eyes drifting to his closet, he wondered what other clothes he should put on. He smiled to himself as he began to go over to his clothes, looking through them and trying to think of new combinations.
…
I’m so tired. “Toya do we really have to spend lunch with Tsukasa? ” He looked over at the taller male. He seemed to be excited over their meeting with the blond, but Akito wasn’t excited at all. He hated Tsukasa, he was so loud and annoying. Everything about him basically sucked ass!! He groaned when he watched the other frown at his words.
“Akito. I respect Tsukasa. I want to spend lunch with him, you didn’t have to come, you know.”
“And then what? Spend lunch by myself? No way in hell is that happening!” He complained back loudly, glaring over to the side.
“Okay. Then you have no right to complain.” He continued to frown, looking over at him with his gray eyes. Akito frowned back, but he kept his mouth shut, there was no changing his predicament.
At least I have that really cute lace set coming in soon. I’m so excited to try it on, maybe with a loose crop top? Slowly take it off? Make it a show for myself? I’d love to watch it slowly become undone and leave nothing but the lace! Ooh! How exciting! He felt himself smile at the thought. He cursed himself for getting so excited over his hobby. He’d have to cut it out or Toya would wonder how his mood changed so quickly.
“Hello!!” Tsukasa greeted them cheerfully once they arrived.
“Hello Tsukasa.” Toya greeted him happily, the blond wrapped him up in a big hug that the half and half returned warmly.
Tsukasa glanced at Akito, offering a hug as well, which he refused. The last thing he wanted was that man’s hands all over him. He sat down comfortably beside Toya as he began unpacking his lunch, the others did so as well.
He kind of spaced out during their conversations, only dropping in here or there to listen to what they had to say. He wasn’t too interested, it was mostly about Tsukasa’s upcoming show, Toya’s grades, and his upcoming performances. Akito only spoke his piece when they were focused on the live event Vivid Bad Squad was going to be a part of. He then spaced out once again, trying hard not to think just about the order he had coming.
Finally, the bell rang releasing him from his troubles. He stood up immediately and looked at the other two males as they did the same. “Alright. That’s that then. Toya, c’mon let’s go. I’ll walk you to your next class.” He nodded in his direction, waiting for him to be ready.
“Okay. I’ll see you Tsukasa. It was nice eating lunch with you.”
“Haha! You too! We have to eat lunch together more often!” He exclaimed, in which Toya agreed, the ginger frowned at the idea of being dragged to more lunches with Tsukasa.
Eventually they made their way towards the class. Leaving Tsukasa and saying their goodbyes before making it back into the sanctity of the halls. The shorter male glanced at Toya, and was tempted to ask him again why he respected Tsukasa so much. He just seemed like a mess of a person, he would jump from subject to subject instantly and whenever Akito listened to anything he said didn’t hold much worth, at least not to him.
“Akito. Do you need help studying for the upcoming test?”
The question caught him off guard. He squirmed a little at the thought of that test. He had completely forgotten about that. He glanced over to the side, avoiding his eye contact which gave his friend all he needed to know. He sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, the ginger stiffened and then turned to look at him, tilting his head to the side in question.
“I’ll help you. I can’t come over until late Friday night though. I promised my mom I’d help her with something this week. But it will be the weekend, so we could stay up later to study longer.”
“Thank you Toya. You’re a lifesaver. Late Friday is fine, just give me a time.” He was genuinely grateful for the other males' help. Without him he’d definitely fail all of his classes, sure he slacked off and spaced out in class, but that’s just because he didn’t wanna be there. He couldn’t imagine being held back and forced to spend another year in that purgatory.
“Don’t mention it. I want to see you succeed, Akito.”
With that they said goodbye, going to their classrooms and splitting up. Akito sat down in his seat and glanced out the window, he realized halfway through class that the same day Toya had said he was coming over, was the same day Akito was going to get that new lace set. Damnit… I won’t get to try it on right away…
…
It was Friday.
Akito went to school anxiously that day. He didn’t know when his package was going to arrive, so he was nervous about it arriving when he wasn’t there. The last thing he needed was his dad or Ena grabbing the package and opening it to see a black flowery pair of lace underwear. It was a set, actually came with the top as well.
He was always like that the days his packages were scheduled to arrive on the weekdays. He knew that it had arrived when he was at school, but at the most his family just left it in his room, without touching it or looking further. That didn’t stop the anxiety from welling in his gut. Curses! He thought to himself while trying not to overthink it.
He debated skipping class, going home to wait for it there, but then that would mean his sister would notice and bother him about it. It was better if he acted like there was nothing special to it, so nothing came from it.
Another thing that made him anxious was the fact Toya seemed to be under the weather. He had come to school, but he was sneezing more often than usual and he seemed sluggish. Akito told him he should’ve just stayed home, but he said that was impossible. He said he’d rather come to school dying than be at home with his father all day.
The ginger tried to tell him he didn’t need to worry about coming over that night, but the half and half was insistent. He said he’d do his best to be there, since it was a promise after all. Akito really didn’t want him to come, for two reasons. The first was that if Toya was sick, he didn’t want to get sick from him. The second… Well, Akito really wanted to try on that lace set. Sickness took the majority though.
He tapped his fingers on his desk as he waited for the final bell to ring, releasing him and all of the other students. When it did he got up and swiftly made his way through the crowd of teenagers and started his way home. He sent a message telling Toya he really shouldn’t worry about it, since he was sick and he didn’t want any sickness before a test.
He got an “ok.” From him, which gave Akito all he needed to know. He wasn’t coming. Haha! He smiled happily and started his way home a little faster. He’d get to try on the set! He’d be able to do so many combinations, that personal show he was thinking about days prior could become a reality! The possibilities are endless!
Oh, and yeah he wasn’t going to be exposed to sickness anymore. So that was good also.
He rushed through the doors of his house. He made his way up the stairs and looked around his room. If the package had come during school hours it would be there, but it wasn’t. So he knocked on Ena’s door, asking if a package had arrived and she had confirmed that one hadn’t yet. He let out a sigh of relief after closing the door, making his way downstairs. He decided he was going to make himself a small snack as he waited.
He quickly made himself a peanut butter and jelly, eating the sandwich as he patiently waited for his package. After around 30 minutes of waiting, he heard the delivery truck outside. He stopped scrolling on his phone and waited for the guy to leave, once he was gone he grabbed his package and went upstairs. He opened it as fast as he could, pulling out the items, he smiled to himself as he looked at them.
So pretty…
He put them to the side and thought about what he could wear with them. He was probably going to go for a darker look for his first couple of outfits. Since the lace was black, it would match nicely. That or I could contrast it with light pink? I have a lot of pink… black and pink usually go really nicely together so it wouldn’t be a stretch…
Akito then remembered that he wasn’t limited to just one type of outfit. He could do both! He could do some dark and then some pink, maybe a red outfit if he could find anything for it. He had plenty of time to think about it, it wasn’t like he could try it all on until later. He wasn’t going to make the same mistake he did last time.
He ate dinner with Ena, their father was out for work that night. She told him she was going to go out for a little bit, she had to run something to a friend of hers. Akito was surprised she even had a friend, she told him to shut up and they helped eachother clean up before he went back into his room.
He didn’t bother waiting until Ena left to take off his original clothes. He knew she was leaving and wouldn’t bother to say goodbye, so he could get started right away. He grabbed out the nice pair of lace underwear and sat it on his bed. He tapped his chin and glanced at his closet, his eyes made their way to that nice pink skirt that was too short for him.
I guess if nobody else sees… he thought to himself, grabbing it along with a cute top. It was less revealing, a simple short sleeved blouse. He didn’t plan on having it on long anyways, he was mostly experimenting to see what could work best with what. He shivered as he put the underwear on, he loved the way the soft fabric felt against his skin.
He stared at the top, he slowly struggled getting it on. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn one of those before, he just didn’t do it as often. Since most of his outfits focused on the outer appearance rather than the under. He glanced at the mirror once he got just that on, then at his clothes on the bed. He furrowed his eyebrows, and made his way over to get a better look at it.
He’d try on some outfits with it in a second, he just wanted to appreciate the beauty of the underwear first. It felt so soft against his skin, it looked so pretty. He turned around, the bottom piece looked better from that angle. He liked the way it looked all around, but he’d admit that his front wasn’t necessarily designed for this type of clothing.
The top however, was perfect from no matter which angle. Akito might’ve had a flat chest, but it was already designed for women who didn’t have big chests. So it covered it perfectly, along with making it seem like it had some extra curve. He smiled to himself, I’m getting too much enjoyment out of this…
He heard the front door close, noting that Ena had left the house. He debated maybe walking around the house in one of his outfits, since he never really left his room. He glanced at his phone, wondering if he should take some pictures. It wasn’t something he always did, but if an outfit was too cute he couldn’t resist. Usually it was just so he wouldn’t forget the combination, sometimes however it was just straight up guilty pleasure.
Akito looked in the mirror again and decided that yeah, he’d take some photos. However, just as he was about to turn around and grab his phone, he heard a knock on his door. He completely froze in place, turning sharply in the direction of the knock. Who the fuck is here? Ena left!
A bolt of fear went through his body and his blood turned to ice when he heard a familiar voice on the other side.
“Hey, Akito! Toya isn’t feeling well so he told me to bring you these notes!”
Tsukasa.
No no no no no!
He heard the door knob move and thought maybe for a moment he might’ve saved himself. Perhaps it was locked like last time? When he heard the click of the knob, indicating that the door wasn’t locked he basically died. He tried to rush to the door to keep it from opening, but it was too late.
Tsukasa had a large smile on his face, talking about if Akito needed any help he gladly could give it to him. Only to stop in his tracks when his eyes met Akito’s. The ginger felt his body warm up as he watched the others two-toned eyes glance up and down his body. It was just a quick check, but then he did it again. Akito felt everything in his body die when Tsukasa’s face lit up and he quickly shut the door.
“I’m so sorry I’m so sorry!” He kept repeating on the other side once it had slammed.
All of Akito’s rational thoughts went out the window as he made his way to the door. He didn’t open it or anything, no way in hell would he want Tsukasa to see him like that again.
“Tsukasa! You idiot! Didn’t anyone ever fucking teach you to wait until someone’s invited you into their room?” He yelled at him, anger clear in his tone. Why did that dumbass just walk in as if he knew the place? Tsukasa hadn’t even been to his house before, let alone his room.
“I know I’m sorry Akito! I just… I had no idea! I didn’t think you’d be doing uhm… that!”
Akito sighed harshly, feeling his hot face against the cold wood of his door. He shook his head and put his head in one hand. He cursed angrily as he tried to calm down, the last thing he wanted to do was freak out even more and make a fool of himself.
“Why the fuck are you here?”
“Toya sent me in his absence! Didn’t you see the message?”
Message?
“One second. Don’t move a goddamn muscle.” He ripped himself away from the door, making it over to his bed quickly as he rummaged around for his phone.
He quickly grabbed it out to see he had several missed messages from the poor guy. He mentioned how he genuinely apologized for the sudden change in schedule, that he knew Akito really needed the time to study and that he was just going to send Tsukasa instead. His last message was another apology since he knew Akito didn’t like him that much, but there wasn’t any other option.
He turned towards the door and made his way back to it. He frowned at his phone, why hadn’t he checked it? He knew he was incredibly excited about his new lace, but… ugh…
“No. I didn’t see any message.”
“So… oh…” Tsukasa seemed to have a moment of realization, Akito didn’t know what it was but he didn’t want him thinking anything that wasn’t the truth.
“Whatever is going on in that sick head of yours, forget about it.”
“I just didn’t realize you had that kind of relationship.”
Huh?
“ What? No, you’re such a fucking dumbass. I don’t have that kind of relationship with anyone, let alone Toya.” He snapped back quickly. The thought of him dressing like this for Toya made his stomach whirl.
“Then…?”
“It’s a hobby. That’s it.” He growled, the only reason he had told him was again, he didn’t want him thinking the wrong thing.
“But you thought Toya was coming?”
“No. I knew he wasn’t coming. He felt sick at school and I sent him a message telling him not to worry about coming. I thought nobody was going to be here.” He rolled his eyes, realizing he was still wearing his lace. He pulled the top off and sat it aside, he didn’t have time to change his underwear so he just put pants on it real fast along with a shirt. He might as well face him face to face to clear up the whole Toya scenario.
The last thing he wanted was Tsukasa and his big mouth thinking about something that wasn’t true.
“Oh… uh….” He seemed like he wanted to say more, Akito opened the door and he stumbled back a bit. He must’ve been leaning completely on the door. Tsukasa was able to catch himself before he fell over, in his hands was a folder and some loose papers.
Their eyes met again and Tsukasa’s burned with embarrassment. They quickly looked away from eachother, but he noticed that the blond had relaxed now that Akito was in standard clothing. He didn’t have to know he was still wearing the underwear.
“I’m so sorry again.”
“Piss off. Don’t tell anyone about this or I’ll beat the shit out of you.” He snapped, grabbing the folder and papers from him. He scowled at the blond, still furious about the invasion of privacy.
“Haha! I would never!” He tried to sound cheery, but Akito noticed the strain in his voice.
“How the fuck did you even get in here?”
“Your sister.”
“Of course…” he frowned some more, noticing that Tsukasa was staring at him now.
Akito squirmed, it seemed like he was looking at him trying to imagine what he looked like seconds prior. He subconsciously put the folder in front of his chest, hiding it from his gaze. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment, why was he just staring at him? The ginger stiffened when a small part of him whispered I don't want him to leave. Akito wanted to beat that part of himself into oblivion, wherever it came from he wanted it gone.
He knew it was just because he wanted to share this experience with someone else and he hasn’t really had the chance to. Everything he did was all for him and himself only, he had to keep it a secret and keep anyone from seeing it. He frowned, looking at Tsukasa as he just continued to stare at him. He’s already seen the worst of it… maybe… no!
“Okay Tenma. Let's get shit straight. Get out of my house, don’t come back, you’re not allowed to step foot anywhere near here. Don’t tell anyone about this, not a single soul and especially not your fuck friend Kamishiro. Keep Toya out of this too, nobody can know. Do you understand? Or are you too fucking stupid to understand that also?” He spoke harshly, wanting Tsukasa to know he didn’t like him being there. Even if that wasn’t 100% true.
The other blinked, finally looking up at his face instead of his body. He began to slowly shuffle out. “Okay okay. Get out, don’t come back, don’t tell a soul! I understand!”
“Good. Now go!”
He yelled at him, which caused him to jump and run out of the house. Akito watched him go and listened for the front door, he then closed his own and slid down it. He sighed harshly and ran a hand through his hair. Had Tsukasa really just seen him like that? Now my moods are ruined… how the fuck am I supposed to keep the fashion show going now? Fucking stupid Tsukasa. I hate him so much.
…
No way! No way did that just happen! Haha! That was like a scene from a television show, or some kind of fiction, but this is… this is real life! No way!
Tsukasa’s mind was racing as he made his way out of the house. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like his body was constricting. It took him every ounce of willpower to just keep going. All he had to do was go back home, lay in bed, go to sleep and wake up and act like nothing had happened.
He just needed to forget that moment! He needed to forget about Akito literally wearing lingerie. He had the bra on and everything! How could Tsukasa forget that? Every single time he closed his eyes it was all that he saw. Akito’s darkened figure, which usually seemed blocky, had been revealed to have curves. The lingerie fit his body nicely, leaving little to no room to imagination.
He could envision his panicked face as he opened the door. His face was bright red as if he had been caught watching porn. His eyes were wide, the olive pupils giving everything away. Guilt, shame, embarrassment, surprise and fear. Tsukasa had never seen Akito afraid before, he always was so closed off and resilient. He had a sharp tongue and a bitter smile.
The last thing Tsukasa ever thought he’d be doing was that. It really made him feel a certain way he didn’t like to explain.
He found Akito attractive, he’d be the first to admit it if asked. He had a sharp jawline, perfectly shaped eyebrows, his hair was somewhat fluffed, but not overbearing. His eyes were a beautiful olive color, which always brightened up when he saw Toya. His skin was darker, molded with several beauty marks on his face and arms.
So yes, Tsukasa thought he looked nice, he had a nice body type. (One that the blond knew better now, the image of his curved ass and smaller waist now burned into his retina). With that, it made that predicament so much worse. He had to put all of his will into his dick, to try and keep it from not coming up. Tsukasa’s body wanted to get hard so bad, but he had to will it down, the last thing he needed was Akito watching him get hard on behalf of his embarrassment,
Akito had never liked him anyway, he didn’t know why. Maybe because he was close to Toya? Maybe it was because he was loud? But Akito could get loud too? He sighed, not knowing what on earth he could’ve done wrong or what to do at that time to make it better.
“I’m home!” He called, taking his shoes off and making it up to his room.
He closed his door and rushed over to his bed. The blond laid down on it, sighing into the plush fabric. He quickly got under the covers, sending Toya a quick message just saying he delivered the materials and then he plugged his phone in. He rolled over and squeezed his eyes tightly, trying not to think about how pretty Akito looked.
He had failed.
He felt hot skin press against his own. He glanced up to see Akito resting on his thighs. His own on either side of Tsukasa. He had a smirk on his face, he was wearing nothing but that goddamn lace. The blond gulped when he felt a finger trail down his chest.
“You’re disgusting Tsukasa. Does seeing me in this really turn you on that bad?” The voice seemed to echo through his mind and reverberate through his skull. It was like Akito was inside of his head.
He found that he couldn’t speak, only able to let out a disgruntled noise. The ginger chuckled and brought a hand to his mouth, silencing him. He leaned down and kissed him, his lips felt hot and soft. They had a taste of chocolate to them, it was extremely faint though.
“You’re such an idiot. Do you really think I’d be doing this with you?” The voice echoed harder, he could clearly hear the teasing tone in his voice.
“C’mon… admit it you horny bastard. You’ll never really have me like this. I’ll only be in your dreams… and damn I’m gonna have a good time haunting them. Consider it your punishment for wanting to get hard at such an inconsiderate time.” As he spoke, one of his hands made their way to his dick. He gave it a good squeeze, making Tsukasa release an embarrassing sound. The chuckle echoed through his mind, he felt Akito’s other hand on his shoulder.
“You’re so pathetic.”
The thoughts continued to echo through his mind as the mental image of Akito continued to haunt his dreams. He felt completely restless, many times he had woken up in a cold sweat, feeling a tightness in his pants he wished he was able to control.
…
The next morning he was worn out. It was Saturday, so thankfully he didn’t have to go to school. Instead he’d go to Phoenix Wonderland with his troupe and rehearse for their upcoming show. He was extremely grateful for it, since it was getting his mind off of the insanity that was Akito.
Saturday went by fairly quickly, that night he was haunted by the same dreams. When Sunday came along, it was basically the same thing. The dreams didn’t stop then either.
Finally… Monday rolled around. He woke up to the sound of his alarm as he groggily dragged himself out of bed. His muscles felt heavy after three restless nights and he decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to talk to Akito that day whenever he could find him and figure something out.
He grabbed a piece of toast and headed towards the school. Once he got there he quickly switched out his shoes and made his way to class. He debated sending Toya a message to ask him to meet him for lunch, but decided against it. If he did that then it would’ve been more difficult to get Akito one on one. His best bet was finding him in the halls and dragging him aside then.
He sat through his classes and once lunch rolled around he became a man on a mission. He quickly scoured the school in an attempt to find him once again, he glanced down a hall and found him walking with Toya next to him. They seemed to be talking, he couldn’t make out the words, but Tsukasa didn’t really care.
“Akito!” He greeted him warmly, Akito turned sharply and glared at him. Tsukasa wondered if he was thinking about that night.
“Tsukasa?” Toya asked, seemingly confused as to why he called Akito and not him.
“What do you want?” Akito spoke harshly as his olive eyes continued to burn into his skull.
“I just wanted to talk to you about… your studies! From Friday night!” He chuckled, he wasn’t ever really good at lying, so it was kind of obvious that wasn’t the truth.
Thank goodness Toya was dense as hell and always trusted Tsukasa’s words. All he did was blink and then nod in understanding. He told Akito he should just go and speak with him and the ginger frowned but followed Tsukasa as he led him away and to a place where it was just the both of them. It was some random hall placed on the outside part of the school, there were kids eating outside but they weren’t anywhere near them.
“Why the fuck did you drag me all the way out here? You better not be fucking talking about what you saw that night. I told you not to talk about it!” He snapped immediately, his fist clenching.
“You said not to tell anyone! And I haven’t!” He brought his hands up, watching the other carefully. He didn’t really change his position, but he didn’t speak, so the blond continued.
“But… this is kind of about that…” he admitted, his cheeks turning red as he tried to avoid Akito’s gaze. He knew he must’ve been pissed .
“Go on.” His voice was sharp, Tsukasa felt like it had pierced him through his skin. It was difficult to continue, especially when he felt like there were needles jabbing into his throat. It felt like all of the words were now caught there on those needles, unable to come out.
“I just… you said it was a hobby right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well… maybe… you could… ahem! Maybe you could show me some… more outfits?” He wanted to punch himself for how awkward he sounded. It wasn’t anything like him at all. The blond was supposed to be loud and confident in everything that he did. But when it came to this with Akito… well the image of Akito all dressed up made him nervous.
He watched as the others' eyes widened at the suggestion. He also noted how his cheeks turned a dark shade of red, his eyes darted to the side and he seemed to think about it for a moment.
“Why?” Was all he asked, his face still a dead give away to his confliction of the question.
“If it’s a hobby it’s probably something you want to share with someone! And well… I’ve already seen it! So you don’t need to be embarrassed about it anymore! As your senpai it’s my duty to take on that role! Of your uh… audience i suppose!”
Akito seemed to be considering it, he put his hand on his chin and looked down. Tsukasa stood there patiently as he waited for him to finish thinking. Eventually the ginger looked back up at him and sighed. “Give me some time. I’ll let you know my decision.” He looked away as he began to leave. He glanced back at him and opened his mouth before closing it and shaking his head. He left Tsukasa to stand alone in the empty hallway.
…
He wants to keep seeing them? Why? He couldn’t stop thinking about it the rest of the day. He knew Tsukasa wasn’t telling him the full truth when he started going on that spiel about being his audience or something. Sure, Akito wanted someone to share it with and Tsukasa was the only person who knew, so it made sense for him to agree on those terms.
He thought about his eyes that night, staring at his body and only looking back up at his eyes once he had told him to leave. Just what thoughts were going on in that mind of yours? He furrowed his eyebrows, did Tsukasa like him? Did he find him attractive? His eyes were wide and ogling after the whole thing, as if trying to get Akito back into the lingerie to view his partially naked body once more.
He looked into the mirror, he wasn’t dressed up or anything, but he looked himself up and down. He thought about Tsukasa finding this attractive . He honestly didn’t quite know how to feel about it, he wanted to be pissed because it was Tsukasa, but he also felt weirdly happy. Somebody liked the way he looked, they wanted to see more of it. He wanted to see him show off his outfits and his… body…
He blushed, running his hands through his hair as he had a dilemma. On one hand he hated Tsukasa for being loud and annoying and on the other he… didn’t hate the idea of him liking him. But why? Why don’t I hate that? Why does it make me happy? He cursed himself and decided to look for answers elsewhere.
He grabbed his phone and called the only person he knew to call about personal junk. Toya.
“Akito? It’s late… what do you need?”
He sounded tired, which made sense… it was around 11 after all. Toya usually slept at 9 or 10 on school nights, depending on what was going on. So he had probably already gone to bed by the time Akito called.
“I have a question.”
“Mhm?”
“If someone you don’t like says they like you then shouldn’t you feel like… even worse towards them?”
“I don’t know Akito… why are you asking me? I know nothing about that stuff.”
“You’re the only person I trust with my personal business!”
“What’s the situation? Give me more context.”
He heard a heavy sigh and some shuffling on the other side. Toya must’ve been laying down, adjusting himself to sitting up on his bed as he got comfortable. Akito frowned, did he really expect them to be on the phone that long?
“Uh… there’s this person I really don’t like. Something… happened… and now I think they like me… or at the least like my body. Shouldn’t I feel grossed out? Or angry?”
“If you really didn’t like them. Yeah I’d say that.”
“But I don’t feel that way.”
“How do you feel?”
Akito thought for a moment, he chewed at his bottom lip as he desperately tried to search for an answer. It seemed that no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t really place it. He felt a mixture of all sorts of things, uncertainty about how he would do in a relationship. His adversity towards Tsukasa, but he also felt a bubbly sensation at the idea of Tsukasa liking him. He thought about those large eyes looking him up and down, noting everything about his nearly fully exposed body. He thought about the smile that might appear on his face as he showed off a really cute outfit.
He thought about those warm words of encouragement that might flow from his lips, right into his ears and into his mind. Melting into his heart and flooding through his body. He frowned, gripping his heart and shaking his head.
“I’m not… sure…”
“Well who is this person? Maybe I could help in some way.”
“Haha Toya I don’t think you can.”
“Are you not going to tell me?”
“Ugh.”
“You don’t have to, but I feel like talking about it more specifically might help you and you did say I am the only option you have when it comes to personal affairs. So if you’re going to talk about this to anyone, it would be me.”
Akito frowned even more, he hated it when he made valid points. He laid back on his bed and stared at his ceiling. The thought of Tsukasa maybe sitting there in that exact spot watching him try on different outfits excited him. He tried not to think about it.
“Ts uₖₐₛₐ…”
“What?”
“What do you mean? I just told you who it was!”
“You mumbled it. I can’t understand it when you mumble.”
“Well I’m not repeating it. I said it and that’s that.”
“Akito. Again, you don’t have to tell me. Just know I’m…” he yawned. “… here to help. Is there anything else you need before I head back to bed?”
“Just one thing I think…”
“What is it?”
“Tsukasa’s number.”
…
I can’t believe I messaged him that. Akito knew he had totally given away who the person was when he asked for his number, but when Akito had already made his decision he realized he didn’t have any way to actually tell Tsukasa. At least no way to do it comfortably because no way was he going to tell him that in person.
So instead he sent him a quick message at around midnight, telling him who it was, his decision and a good time to meet. He almost punched himself in the face for doing that, it looked so weird to have it all shoved into one message. He sighed, he had already sent it so there was nothing more he could do.
He waited anxiously by his phone awaiting an answer. His foot tapped on the floor as he kept glancing at it, he’d bring it up to his face and look, only to be met with nothing. He huffed angrily, of course there was the chance that Tsukasa was asleep. He slept early like Toya, he sighed. Maybe it would’ve been better if he just went to sleep himself.
He crawled into bed and got under the covers. He rolled over to go to sleep when suddenly he was awoken by a ding! He glanced at his phone and then scrambled to get it quickly. It was a message from Tsukasa, he swiftly opened it, reading what it had to say.
Tsukasa: (°ロ°) ! WAIT REALLY? IT'S OKAY?
Akito: no. It's not okay. That’s why I said “if you want to see more outfits then it’s alright with me.”
Tsukasa: (⇀‸↼‶)
Tsukasa: well… uh… be quiet!!! I don’t know about Wednesday night, that’s a school night!!!
Akito: Does it really matter? It’s not like we’ll be staying up super late. It’s almost 1 am right now.
Tsukasa: Σ(‘◉⌓◉’) oh. Is it?
Akito: no. That’s why your phone says 12:57 am.
Tsukasa: …
Akito: Besides, Wednesday is the only day my sister is out of the house and I don’t want to deal with taking care of you and doing this whole thing while she’s there
Tsukasa: OH!! Then Wednesday works fine!! (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ
Akito: ok, good. Now that that’s settled I’m going to bed
Tsukasa: haha me too!! (´ ∀ ` *)
Akito: why are you up at almost 1 anyways? I thought you might’ve went to bed by the time I sent my message
Tsukasa: oh! I was! I just woke up a bit ago and read it >:D!! I wanted to reply as soon as possible!!
Akito: go back to bed.
Tsukasa: I am!! (- o – ) zzZ
Akito read over the messages one last time before he went to bed. He thought about how stupid it was that Tsukasa used all of those faces in his text. All it did was add to that !! Factor of his. He frowned as he realized he was blushing, what the hell was that about!!
He closed his eyes and tried his best to sleep, without getting too caught up on the days to come.
…
Akito was grateful when Wednesday rolled around. Tuesday was awful, since Toya kept giving him this look with those wide gray eyes. He seemed to be asking for more information about what exactly was going on between him and Tsukasa. But no way in hell was he going to give it to him! That was his business and his business alone. Toya didn’t need to know everything.
Luckily however he had survived and it was Wednesday. Toya still kept silently bothering him but he didn’t have much focus on it. His mind the whole day was stuck on what was going to happen that night. Tsukasa would be over at his house… watching him try on cute outfits. He had stayed up a little later the night before to look through his hidden photos to find the ones of him in his outfits. He decided he’d just wear a couple he had already made so that he wouldn’t be caught fumbling trying to put a new one together.
He thought about wearing the lace under it, just because it was extra comfortable with the types of clothes he was going to try on. He nodded to himself, that was an excellent idea that he was going to follow through with.
After school he immediately went home. Staying in strong contact with Tsukasa about what time he should be arriving. He learned that Ena was going to leave at around 6, so he told Tsukasa to head towards his place at 7. He used the time to prep his outfits and get everything ready, excitement buzzing inside his stomach as he did so.
He heard the doorbell ring and he quickly made his way downstairs. He opened the door to see Tsukasa standing there, his hands on his sides as he waited for Akito to let him in. He didn’t waste any time getting him inside and up into his room. Tsukasa fumbled for a second removing his shoes, but it wasn’t long before they were in his room.
“So what do I do?” Tsukasa asked him, tilting his head to the side. He had sat down on his desk chair since Akito’s bed was occupied with all of his clothes.
“You just sit there. I’m going to put these on in the bathroom and I’ll come back.” He grabbed his required clothes and left the room. He started off simple, with just a normal pale pink skirt and a white crop top. He had a sweater to throw over his shoulders to add even more, along with the lace hidden underneath. He also had some stockings that came up to his thighs, stopping at the halfway point.
Luckily it was light enough that it didn’t show through the white fabric. Even though he doubted that would’ve happened anyways since the top was thicker. He exited the bathroom and looked around, he was extremely happy his sister wasn’t home, that would’ve made this a lot harder to do.
He shuddered and stopped at the door. He had a small moment of doubt and debated backing out of the deal. He closed his eyes and took in a breath, he thought about the way those eyes looked at him before, how would they look at him now? His stomach felt warm and he slowly opened the door. He didn’t like feeling shy or embarrassed, but at least those actions would match with his style.
He closed the door behind him and made his way into the room, stepping in front of Tsukasa as he did so. The other male just kind of stared at him, his eyes doing what they did the first time, looking up and down his whole body. However, unlike last time, these movements were slow and calculating. He was trying to take in the whole picture.
“So… uh… do you like this one?” He didn’t really know what to say. His brain wasn’t functioning the best with those eyes looking at him so intently.
Tsukasa snapped out of whatever trance he was in when Akito spoke. He sat up straight and his cheeks burned a bright red. He chuckled and looked him in the eye with a smile. “I do! It seems you have a talent for fashion!” Akito waited for him to say more, but once he realized that was all the blond was going to say he felt himself get a little disappointed.
What? Did I want him to say something about my looks? He shook his head at the thought. Why would he want something like that from Tsukasa?
He tried desperately to forget his conversation with Toya.
“Is that all?” He prompted, he fiddled with the ends of his skirt.
“Ah… could you maybe do a spin? I want to see!” His voice got a little shakier the more he sat there. Akito raised an eyebrow and then shrugged, doing a small spin for Tsukasa to see.
He stopped a little awkwardly, not used to spinning in such a fashion. Whenever it was him alone he’d kind of just awkwardly pose in different positions and look at himself in the mirror at different angles. So he was struggling to figure out how to put on some kind of good fashion show for Tsukasa. When he looked back at him he coughed awkwardly and readjusted the sweater on his shoulders.
“ Wow…”
Akito watched the breathless word come out of his mouth. His cheeks were dark red and his eyes were wide as he just stared. Stared like he did that first time, but this time it felt much more intense. Akito looked away and then back at him, feeling his body heat up as the other just looked. He felt a bit of frustration, Tsukasa seemed like he wanted to touch him. So why wasn’t he?
Tsukasa was always the type to do things without asking. That was one of the things that annoyed Akito. He would always come into his and Toya’s conversations, he’d always barge into their lunch together. He’d suddenly show up and grab him to the side to ask about seeing his outfits again. He would be loud about all of those things too. He’d be over exaggerating with all of his motions, doing more than what he needed. He wouldn’t be sitting there, his hands in his lap and his legs stuck together just staring.
“You know. If you want to touch me, you can.” He blushed furiously as he spoke. He slowly made his way over to him as the words left his mouth, by the time he was done he was standing over him.
“What? Why would I want to do that?” He laughed pathetically with an awkward smile covering his face. Once the laugh was over he bit his lip and looked to the side. Akito rolled his eyes, he was such a bad liar.
“You’re so obvious with it. Nobody just looks at someone the way you are right now.”
Tsukasa met his eyes for just a second before looking away again. Akito felt his frustration reach a boiling point. He would be lying if he said he didn’t even think about the possibility of Tsukasa touching him. Of course he thought about it, originally it was met with disdain, the thought of those hands on his body made his skin crawl. However, the more he thought about it, the more his skin felt hot at the idea.
He decided to do something bold, without thinking much he grabbed Tsukasa’s hands and brought them up away from his lap. The blond seemed caught off guard, unable to effectively stop him only for Akito to see why his hands were glued to his legs. Removing Tsukasa’s hands was only the first half of his plan though, so he’d have to follow through regardless of what he saw. His body was already in motion, it would’ve been too uncomfortable to stop now.
“Oh? What’s this? You really did want to touch me.” He smiled, feeling confidence flood his body as he slowly slid down onto Tsukasa’s lap.
“Akito! It’s… it’s not like that! I promise… I didn’t mean to… I really honestly just wanted to see your outfits!” Akito watched him carefully as he spoke, though his words carried some truth, it definitely wasn’t the whole story.
“Does seeing me in this kind of outfit really turn you on that badly that you couldn’t sit through one?” He smirked, his hands still holding onto Tsukasa’s.
“I! Uh…” he seemed at a loss for words. Akito’s Eyes widened in surprise, that was a first. He had silenced Tsukasa! He smiled even wider, he brought Tsukasa’s hands down to his exposed thighs. He placed them there carefully and swayed his hips once they were settled.
“You’re hopeless.”
He stared at Tsukasa, awaiting a response. But nothing came, only a slight shift in his seat as he heavily avoided his gaze. Akito sighed, feeling frustration once more. Why was Tsukasa being like this? He was never like this! The one time Akito wanted him to be his annoying usual self and he was being all goddamn shy!
“Tsukasa. Hey. Snap out of it!” He yelled at him, reaching down and giving his hands a squeeze. It resulted in Tsukasa squeezing his thighs, he was sure that must’ve felt good in between his hands.
He watched the other freeze at the action, staring down at his hands as he did so. Akito waited again for him to do something more but he just sat there. He groaned out loud and shifted closer to him on his hips.
“You’re such an asshole. Just touch me already! Do something! You’re riling me up but not doing anything!” He grabbed his shoulders and gave him a little shake, Tsukasa looked up into his eyes and swallowed.
“But… me wanting to touch you is like… wrong right?” He asked hesitantly.
“How so?”
“You just wanted to show me your outfits but then… ugh… I don’t know…”
Akito blinked at him and tilted his head to the side. He had lost his eye contact again, Tsukasa looking over to the side. Shame was apparent on his face, the ginger brought his hands to his cheeks in a gentle manner. He almost cringed at how soft he was being towards him, but he felt like if he didn’t do this they wouldn’t get anywhere.
“Tsukasa. It’s okay… it’s actually quite… flattering…” he looked away, his cheeks continued to burn with blush as he looked back at him.
“Really?” Tsukasa asked, his eyes brightening a bit.
“Yeah…. So could you please touch me?” He asked him, his gaze unwavering from the others.
Tsukasa answered that by leaning towards him and gripping his thighs. Akito’s hands slipped from his cheeks to around his neck. He pressed forward, making a small noise right when their lips met. He felt warmth spread over his body once he finally felt some action from the shorter male. He gripped his thighs harshly and brought him as close as he could as he skipped his tongue into his mouth.
It felt so… distracting. He could only focus on the tongue slipping in and out of his mouth as the other's hands began to wander under his skirt. He felt him brush against his lace underwear, which caused him to let out a small moan against the others lips.
“You’re wearing that damned lingerie aren’t you?” He asked in a low voice once he pulled away.
Akito shivered, he had never heard that tone of voice from him before. He was always so loud and disruptive, yet now he spoke in a low and quieter tone. As if all of his attention was focused on Akito and Akito alone. He let out a small “mmm..” and a nod in response to him, not being able to bring himself to actually speak. His eyes glanced at Tsukasa and he grabbed the bottom of his crop top, tugging at it.
“Don’t you want to see more?” He asked, cursing himself for having such a whine in his voice.
Tsukasa responded with a kiss, his hands venturing from his skirt up to his crop top. The sweater had been slipped off and dropped onto the floor. Leaving him in only the cute crop top and skirt, he watched as the others' careful hands began to slip off his crop top as well. He felt Tsukasa’s long slender fingers bring the fabric up and off of his body, his olive eyes scanning them. He took note of the small calluses that covered his hands, probably from all the time he spent with that damn flag of his.
He felt his hands cup the lingerie that still covered his chest. He squeezed it a couple of times before pressing his face into it. Akito let out a surprised Yelp when suddenly he felt the other move the lingerie away from his chest. He still kept it on but he began running his tongue over his sensitive nipple. Akito let out a high pitched whine and winced at the embarrassing sound. It wasn’t his fault Tsukasa’s tongue caused a ripple of shock to go through his body.
“So good… you’re so good… fuck you’re so cute Akito…” he breathed out heavily, his lips wrapping around his nipple.
His back arched on his lap, his thighs pressing against Tsukasa’s as the other keeps ravaging his nipples. The other hand slipped under the piece and was keeping the other nipple occupied. Akito squirmed around in his grasp, feeling waves of warmth go through each part of his body. He was unable to keep his mouth shut as he kept breathing Tsukasa’s name.
“Tsukasa… mm… my dick…”
“Ah… right I got carried away… I’m sorry my star…” he leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. His hands placed the lingerie back in its original position, which caused him to moan. Now the fabric was rubbing against the sensitive flesh. It caused him to shake at every action he did. Everything felt like so much .
Tsukasa’s hands slipped under his skirt again, his hands went straight to the lingerie down there. Instead of keeping it on like he did with the top he just took it off and added it to the pile on the floor. He licked his lips and looked the ginger up and down as he adjusted him on his lap.
“Do you have any lube?” He asked the ginger, who nodded shyly in response.
“Yeah yeah… Just mm.. I can get it…” he pulled away from Tsukasa and made his way over to his drawer he had placed by his bed.
He could feel Tsukasa’s gaze on him as he bent over to reach the required area. He pulled out the lube bottle and gazed back at the blond, who hadn’t moved from his position of staring. How shameless you are now… I can’t believe you sat there embarrassed for so long…
He went back over to him and gave him the lube. Sitting back on his lap he hadn’t even considered how they were going to do anything.
“Uh… how are we going to do this? Should I clear the bed off?”
“No. I want to do it here.” Tsukasa basically cut him off, he was pouring some lube onto his fingers, making sure they were nice and coated with the slick substance.
“But how are you-“
“You’ll lead me to it… right?” Tsukasa tilted his head to the side and smiled at him warmly , Akito frowned but nodded. He grabbed Tsukasa’s wrist and brought it up under his skirt, he felt the substance against his ass and he shivered.
“I can find it from here.” He whispered in his ear, which caused Akito to shiver again.
He felt one finger press inside of him, it was so hot. He involuntarily squeezed around it as he tensed up from the feeling that bolted through his body. He heard Tsukasa’s calming voice as he told him to relax, allowing for more access for his fingers. Akito pressed against his shoulder as his back arched to try and make it easier for Tsukasa’s fingers as he spread him out.
He moaned when he pressed another one in, he must’ve been impatient because he could tell his hole wasn’t ready for another. It squeezed around that one much tighter as they worked to try and make the area looser. Akito could only grip Tsukasa’s upper arms as he worked with those talented piano fingers.
He felt another one get added to the mix, allowing for three fingers to dance inside of him. He felt a scissoring motion and suddenly they curled, causing Akito to jolt upwards from the sudden sensation.
“Ha! Ah… Tsukasa!” He glared at him, but all he saw was the idiot's shining face.
“I’m sorry Akito, I couldn’t help it. You look so cute like this… all red and dressed up for me…” he smiled once he pulled his fingers out. He brought them back and ran his wet finger under Akito’s chin.
“Are you ready?” He asked gently and Akito nodded.
He held back a whine when his hands left his body to undo his jeans he was wearing. Akito watched as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and then pulled out his dick. The ginger gulped, he hadn’t expected Tsukasa’s dick to be so… big? It wasn’t as long as Akito’s but it definitely had more girth. It caused his entire body to shiver in anticipation, he felt drool run down his chin and he realized he was staring with his mouth open.
“Uh…” he looked away, feeling Tsukasa’s knowing gaze on his skin.
“Come here…”
As he spoke Akito moved. He moved upward and aligned himself with Tsukasa’s cock. Then he slowly moved down onto it, adjusting to its size as he felt warmth spread through all of his body. There was a good amount of pain too, but not enough for him to stop, especially not when a wave of pleasure came after it. Akito was a little bit of a masochist, so of course pain didn’t matter regardless.
“Fuck… Kasa! Fuck…” he began spilling curses, feeling Tsukasa slip completely inside of him.
He felt the heat throughout his whole body, the others hands came around to grip his bare waist. He moved around while trying to adjust to the man inside of him, but doing that just caused his sensitive nipples to rub against the fabric of the lingerie. He moaned, his mind beginning to lose its grip as pleasure seemed to crawl in through the corners of his brain.
“ Damnit Akito… you’re so pretty like this.”
He didn’t even know what he looked like. He was sure he was a mess, he could feel the saliva against his chin and lips, small traces of tears gathering in his eyes and he could even feel a bit of snot under his nose. His skin was burning so he was sure he looked red and he knew he was sweating horribly, feeling his hair stick to his forehead. He wasn’t sure that counted as pretty, but hey, if Tsukasa thought so then maybe it was.
“Mm.. gonna..” he began to raise up on his own, gripping Tsukasa’s upper arms tightly as he brought himself up. Only to go back down, he continued to do that trying to find some sort of comfortable pace as he fucked himself on Tsukasa’s cock. He felt the lingerie press against his nipples with each movement he made, causing even more pleasure to course through his body.
He felt Tsukasa try to brace himself and the chair since it seemed to be moving under the pressure of their own movements. He looked down at him and watched as he stared. He was looking at him the same way that he did the first time, that time he had sauntered in with no care or question. When he had caught Akito in the act he had sworn he wouldn’t share with anyone else.
This time though, he didn’t have to try and undress Akito with his eyes, not when Akito was undressed in front of him and doing the unthinkable.
I feel like I’m drowning… he thought as he continued to try and fuck himself on Tsukasa, the other started moving his hips in motion with his. Causing even more friction between them, more curses slipped from his lips as Tsukasa began to praise him once more. About how beautiful he looked, how gorgeous he was, how good he felt. Akito felt like he was getting lost in his head, drifting to a world where he felt his body become loose. His mind unraveled like a ball of yarn as pleasure filled his system. His eyes glazed over and before he knew it, he had cum untouched.
If he was thinking straight, he would’ve complained about ruining such a cute skirt, since he was still wearing it as cum spilled from his cock. Or he would’ve gotten embarrassed for cumming like a girl, but at that moment, he didn’t care. There was so much pleasure coursing through his mind and through his body that he couldn’t bring himself to care. Tsukasa felt good, everything felt good. Akito smiled.
That’s all that mattered to him.
…
Beep beep beep!
The alarm echoed through his ears as he slowly inched over to turn it off. He opened his eyes groggily, feeling the crust on the edges as a light poured through his window. He shut them tightly and buried his face into his pillow as he let out a groan. He didn’t want to think, he was so tired, his body was so worn out.
He felt the ache in his legs and his ass burned, his nipples were extremely sensitive. He was completely naked at that point, but they still rubbed against his blanket. It caused him to try his best to stay perfectly still.
“Hey! Akito! Get your ass up!”
“M not going today! Leave me the fuck alone…!” He groaned in response. He winced, his voice sounded incredibly hoarse and worn out. Ena didn’t yell back, so he was somewhat grateful for the horrible state of his voice.
“Ughhh… is this how you feel when I yell? So loud…” he heard a whine come from right beside him. He rolled over completely and opened his eyes, squinting from the bright light coming from his window.
His eyes met Tsukasa, who looked extremely beautiful in the sun. His arm was over his eyes, keeping the blazing light from pouring into his eyes. His blond hair was thrown around his head like strands of gold. Melting into a lovely scarlet that seemed like fire as it rested on Akito’s white pillows.
“Yeah… go back to sleep… m tired.”
“Haha… me too… come here… I’m cold…” he complained, Akito thought he sounded like a spoiled prince.
Regardless, he shuffled closer to him and pressed himself against the other's skin. He tried not to think about the fact they were in his bed and the only thing on there was the two of them and his bed clothes. That meant all of his precious outfits had been just tossed on the floor, because he knew for a fact that they didn’t put them up nice and neat last night while on a sex high. He breathed in Tsukasa’s scent as he felt his mind wander again.
He’d worry about all of that later, at that moment all he wanted to do was melt into the blonde scent and sleep.