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Fina-fucking-lly.
That was the first thought that popped up in Kaito's mind when he laid eyes on his bed. His thin, dingy mattress, tucked in the corner of a small, nondescript room that was no bigger than the janitor's closet at Hope's Peak--it was like finding an oasis after being lost in the desert. He didn't give a damn whether or not the mattress was comfortable, he just cared that it was there, and he could finally lay down after a full day of moving nonstop.
Kaito collapsed onto the bed face-first, falling like a ragdoll onto the pillows. It was soft and warm, and he didn't give a damn that it smelled like his own sweat. He knew he needed to change his clothes and set his alarm for tomorrow, but he didn't want to move. For once in his life, he wanted to let himself rest. Rest, relax, and let his mind wander until he finally found sleep and dreamed about nothing.
His every muscle was sore and overworked, his head pounding with fatigue, and his limbs feeling heavier by the second. This was nothing out of the ordinary, however; it was simply an average day in the life of a trainee like himself. Outside this tiny room, there were the sights and sounds of your everyday astronaut training facility. Most people would never step foot in this kind of place, but Kaito was going to spend the next few months calling it home.
He lay there for a few more blessed seconds before gathering the energy to roll over on his back. He still needed another minute before he could bring himself to sit up, though. Instead, he stared up at the pure white ceiling as his heartbeat gradually steadied. What would Maki Roll and Shuichi think if they saw me now... His lips quirked up at the thought. In his defense, the training at the facility was nothing quite like the haphazard number of pushups and sit-ups he would do with his sidekicks. He'd already prepared himself for that much, at least.
Bolstering his energy after drinking from his nearby water bottle, Kaito sank into the sheets and simply continued to let himself unbend for a few glorious minutes, closing his eyes. His body had been pushed to its limits the past week and this was the first time in a while that he could afford to do so. He felt like he'd aged five years since the start of his training regimen, but it was worth it. Every moment of pain. As long as it brought him closer to his goal of seeing the stars, he could endure whatever they threw at him.
And it made the rare moments where he was able to rest all that much sweeter. He had about six hours of sleep before it was back to the grind; up to this point, his schedule had been packed from morning till night. There was a single hour of free time before lights out, which he'd usually spend shooting the shit with the other guys, getting to know his fellow aspiring astronauts. He recalled last night when they'd all sat around and played poker, telling stories about their lives back home.
Some of them were already married with kids, which wasn't surprising given their ages. They missed their families, but the general consensus was they were also excited to make them proud. Kaito liked that mentality. He was sure his sidekicks were doing well without him. Not too well though. If he found out they weren't counting down the days until they got to see him again, he'd be miffed.
"What about you, Kaito?" one of the American trainees had asked him, grinning and leaning back in his chair. "You got anyone waiting for you back home?"
Kaito glanced up from his cards to see the other guys looking at him expectantly. "Huh? Oh, yeah," he said in Japanese before quickly remembering to switch to English. "I told you, I've got lots of friends back home. I'm a super popular guy, y'know?"
The others laughed and Kaito glanced back and forth, confused. "What's so funny?"
"I'm not talking about that kind of friend, man."
"Hey, he's still a kid," one of the other trainees said, holding up a hand. "He's got plenty of time to find someone to settle down with, unlike us geezers."
Kaito flushed when he realized his mistake. Given the context of the conversation until now, he probably should've picked up on that... "E-enough with the 'kid' crap! Half of you guys don't even count as middle-aged, for chrissakes. And Kevin's only five years older than me!"
"He's right. We should start calling Kevin a kid too."
"Shut up James."
"C'mon, Kaito, answer the question. You got someone special? Someone you wish was special?"
Kaito hesitated, running a hand through his disheveled mess of hair. "...Well, I guess."
"Whaddya mean, you guess?"
"He means no girl in her right mind is gonna wait five months for his sorry ass to come home. Unless there're kids holding her down, which is the only reason your wives stay with you."
"Shut up James."
Kaito slammed a card down, suddenly pissed off for a reason he didn't understand. "The hell they're not waiting for me. No one in their right mind would pass me up if they had the chance. I'm the goddamn Luminary of The Stars after all!" He hoped that sounded as cool in English as it did in Japanese. It was always the first phrase he taught himself when learning another language.
"Do girls really like it when you call yourself 'Luminary of The Stars'?"
"Sounds like cope to me, man."
"Cut him some slack, he's just afraid to admit he got dumped."
Kaito dropped his deck on the table, fed up. "Fuck you guys."
To his left, Kevin gave him a condescending pat on the arm. "Hey man, it's all right. It's hard enough staying celibate while we're stuck here, but it must really suck when you can't even get laid in the world outside."
Kaito felt his cheeks burn, but he managed to hold back the urge to hit his fellow trainee. The guys were just flat out wrong, but the more he protested the more it really did sound like a cope. "You don't know what the hell you're talking about."
They all laughed again. "Hey, while we're on the topic," one of the guys said loudly, interrupting everyone, "Hugo, you were supposed to give me back those magazines tonight."
"Aww, already?"
"Should have brought your own shit man, or borrowed from someone else."
"I've got some you can take a look at... but I want your share of desert tomorrow."
"You know what? You guys are monsters. Total monsters."
It wasn't hard, in this case, to figure out what kind of magazines they were referring to. The card game was soon forgotten after Hugo brought back a stack of dirty magazines and the guys started flipping through them with a studious interest Kaito had never seen from them in class.
Kaito glanced through one out of a sense of peer pressure more than anything. He saw a lot of penises, a lot of vaginas. He even saw boobs. He was unimpressed. The most it served was to remind him of a time when he and Shuichi would sneak into the school library and do the same thing he and the trainees were doing now. The fear of getting caught, the sense of danger--it had added to the fun back then, but with a few more years under his belt, Kaito wasn't as entertained by it anymore.
Plus, he realized after flicking through dozens upon dozens of pages, none of these people were his type. There was a pretty diverse crowd of body types and hair colors, and yet his mind kept imagining someone else in their position with each page flipped. A very specific someone.
"Gotta be honest with you, gentlemen," one of the trainees said, slapping his magazine shut. "This does nothing for me... and you know why that is? Nobody holds a candle to my wife."
A few of the guys mocked him, and a few agreed. James piped up, "Really? You got any pictures of your wife?" and got hit with a rolled up magazine.
Kaito left after that, tired from a long day and irritated by their banter. He couldn't pinpoint what bothered him so much until after he slept on it. Then he knew. Their conversation had shoved in his face what he'd been trying not to think about, and what he'd thrown himself into his training trying to forget: Kokichi.
Kokichi, his ex-classmate from Hope's Peak and the one person in the world who could rouse the emotions in Kaito that no one else could.
Kokichi, who could be such an asshole at times that Kaito had no choice but to snap back,
who could make him feel so much rage that his fists would ball up,
who could make him feel so much despair that he'd be left breathless.
Kokichi, who was as frustrating and cruel as he was cute and sweet and lovable.
Kokichi, who had somehow slipped into Kaito's subconscious like a parasite, a virus, a sickness. Who haunted his mind with the memory of his smile, his eyes, his voice.
Kaito had been trying so hard not to think about the boy he was entangled with for the past five years. He'd been trying so hard not to think about him at all. He didn't want to imagine how Kokichi had felt with Kaito thousands of miles overseas, leaving the liar behind.
Kokichi, who'd push Kaito away one minute and cling to him the next. Who'd thrash and cry out in his sleep and would only calm when Kaito took him in his arms and told him it was all right. Who'd bury his face in Kaito's chest, his eyes wet with tears, and Kaito would pull him close and press his nose to Kokichi's hair and feel a wave of protectiveness wash over him.
He grimaced, gripping the bedsheets in his fists. So much for repressing all thoughts of Kokichi until he got home.
I always say you shouldn't lie to yourself, Momota-chan, a very irritating voice chided him in the back of his mind.
Great. Only a week in and I'm already hearing voices.
This was all the fault of the other trainees and their stupid pictures...
Kaito blinked at the ceiling.
Pictures, huh.
...Come to think of it, didn't Kokichi say he'd send me something?
That's right. Just as Kaito was getting on the train to catch his flight, that was the last thing Kokichi had said to him: that he'd send Kaito a text with a special present after he boarded.
"Don't open it until you're alone, okay? I'm saying that for your sake." He'd topped off that ominous warning with a big, innocent smile. Kaito had only furrowed his brow, wondering what the hell that meant. Before he could question Kokichi on it though, the so-called leader had darted forward, wrapping his arms around Kaito in the quickest hug he'd ever received. Kaito didn't even have time to return the embrace before Kokichi let him go, smiling and waving before disappearing into the crowd. Kaito had called out to him--but the train was departing and there was no time.
And that was how they parted ways.
Whatever Kokichi had sent him, it sounded filthy by his tone and the way he'd phrased it. But Kaito would be surprised if it wasn't just a big 'fuck you', like a video that started out looking like a porno but was actually a screamer. Kaito had caught onto the little brat's lying ways by now and knew better than to believe everything (anything) he was told. Which is why he hadn't exactly waited with bated breath for Kokichi's "gift" to arrive.
To be honest, he'd forgotten about it entirely until now. The training program had taken so much of his mental capacity, leaving him unable to consider anything beyond the next step in front of him. It didn't help that he hadn't wanted to think of Kokichi at all. But recalling the conversation with the other trainees from last night brought it back to the forefront of his mind.
Kaito stretched out his arms over his head and sighed. "Fuck it." I've got time. Can't hurt to check on what the bastard's been up to... can it?
Kaito pushed himself up from the bed and found his phone in his backpack on the floor. It took a minute to power on, but once it did he saw that he had a whopping ten new messages, all of them from Kokichi. They had all been sent at the same time, which Kaito recognized as just an hour before he would have entered the mountain area and lost wi-fi. Curious, he tapped the first message and began to read.
my dearest darlingest smelliest momota-chan~
i hope this message finds u unwell. u deserve it for putting me thru this!! ill have you know i was sore for a whole DAY because of these!!!!! jerk!!!!!!!! u know how i couldnt come over to play last sunday because i had hay fever? that was a lie (DUH, STUPID). hay is for horses anyway (inside joke neeheehee) so u shouldve known that. i dont expect much from u tho considering ur big hard rock of a brain.
speaking of things that are big and hard as rocks,, since ur such a good boy, ill make sure to take care of that for ya!!! (dont worry, im being nice!)
<3 <33
love ya lots (that's a lie, don't get excited~)
Kaito could practically hear Kokichi's lilting voice in his ear reading this out loud. Little punk typed the same exact way he talked.
Belatedly, Kaito realized that at some point when he was reading, a dumb smile had snuck its way onto his face. Dammit, he called me dumb as rocks. What the hell am I smiling for? He forced his lips back into a thin line and quickly scrolled down to see the next message, which was in the form of a video instead of text.
The thumbnail showed Kokichi, sitting on a bed in a room Kaito didn't recognize. The play button blocked most of the scene, but from what he could ascertain... This looked like the kind of setup that matched what Kaito had suspected Kokichi meant by a "gift".
Kaito clicked the Play button without hesitating, his heart starting to beat just a little quicker in anticipation. He tried not to get his hopes up too much--this was Kokichi after all. The times he was sincere with his words without any catch or strings attached--well, Kaito could count those times on one hand. He couldn't help it though. It had only been about a week, but, uh. He was kinda pent-up already. There was next to no privacy in the facility, which meant he'd been neglecting certain... needs.
As soon as the video started playing, Kaito forgot his worries and focused solely on the screen. The setup was surprisingly high quality, with the camera placed at just the right angle to show everything that needed showing. Most of the room was obscured by darkness, with only the bed illuminated by gentle mood lighting. In the center of the frame sat Kokichi, wearing a baggy purple hoodie that was zipped up to the chin. His legs were completely bare, but the hoodie was so large that the hem ended around his mid-thighs. Kaito recognized it as one of his own, and he started to smile again before pointedly reminding himself he wasn't supposed to enjoy Kokichi stealing his clothes without asking.
It wasn't that the outfit was notably sensual, but just the sight of Kokichi on a bed triggered some kind of Pavlovian response in Kaito's brain, making his dick twitch in his pants, his earlier fatigue completely forgotten. Shit. That was embarrassing. He cleared his throat and continued watching, trying to ignore the fact that he was getting turned on so easily.
The Kokichi on-screen shifted his weight on top of the sheets for a few silent moments before finally speaking up, clapping his hands and putting on a smile as he looked directly into the camera. "..Hi there, Momota-chan! Remember me? Your favorite fuckbuddy!" His tone was light, cheerful, teasing. Kaito scowled; Kokichi knew he'd always taken issue with that phrasing. "Or at least, right now I am... but if you're watching this, you're with your fellow space freaks. I mean, I'm sure I'm better in bed but they share your love of big floating rocks, right? How am I supposed to compete with that?!"
Kaito rolled his eyes. Kokichi puffed his cheeks out and leaned forward on the mattress, pouting into the camera. "But seriously. Just remember I'm only letting you go so you can explore space, okay? No exploring each other's bodies! And no showing these videos to anyone either! It's for Momota-chan's eyes only! I'd hate to have to draw and quarter my beloved Momota-chan in the public square... oh, that's a lie actually, that sounds like fun!"
There was a hint of truth there, Kaito could tell--not the part about drawing and quartering, the other stuff. If anything, Kaito was a little offended that Kokichi felt the need to even give that warning. As if Kaito would ever betray his trust like that. Ever since they started going steady (at least, that's how Kaito chose to describe it), Kaito had stayed loyal even when Kokichi was trying to play off the seriousness of their relationship.
Besides, why's he saying this stuff now? He never wanted to talk about this mission when we could do it in person...
"Oh, and in case anyone else is watching," Kokichi said, poking his cheek with his pointer finger. "I'm actually being sex trafficked by Momota-chan. He's forcing me to make these dirty videos against my will." With that, he suddenly threw his head back and burst into tears. "WAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! S-O-S!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEND HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY ASS HURTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
This fucking--
Kaito grit his teeth, his eyes flying to the door on the off chance he'd left it open a crack. It was firmly shut and locked, thank God. And thank God for soundproofed walls. He had no idea how he was supposed to explain that if someone overheard.
Is that what you meant by "for my sake?" Fucker. Kaito was seriously beginning to wonder if this was all just set up to trick him into sitting there and watching as Kokichi insulted him for the next ten minutes, unable to defend himself.
"Aaaaaanyway." His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bed creaking and a body shifting. Kokichi had lifted his legs onto the bed, sitting with his arms around his legs and his left cheek squished against the tops of his knees. He was facing the camera directly, that frustratingly cute pout puckering his lips. "Momota-chan is really lucky I'm doing this for him. Why should I be nice to you when all you did was abandon me, huh?"
He was still putting on an act, performatively whiny, and yet Kaito could sense the genuine sadness in it when Kokichi hesitated for a second, hugging his knees tighter. His violet eyes slid off to the side, avoiding the camera. His eyebrows knit together.
"...After all, without Momota-chan I--"
Suddenly, the footage cut to a Kokichi with his posture and expression changed completely, sitting normally on the bed again, smiling without a care in the world. Kaito stared, wondering what the hell had just happened. Did it skip by itself? He rewound the video by a couple of seconds and watched again, only to see the same awkward cut.
What the hell? Did he edit the video? But why would he do that?
"--But that's a lie!" the Kokichi directly after the cut declared. "Neeheehee! Momota-chan, you should see the look on your face! ...Not that I can, but I'm sure it's funny!"
He rewound it again.
"...After all, without Momota-chan I but that's a lie!"
Once more. Just to make sure.
"...After all, without Momota-chan I but that's a lie!"
Kaito ran his free hand down his face, blowing out a breath.
You little shit. Why can't you just be honest with yourself?
It was a good thing Kaito was already exhausted. Otherwise, wondering what the hell Kokichi had cut out would've kept him up all night. Even when you're a million miles away, you still find a way to drive me fucking crazy, Kaito thought, massaging his brow.
He sighed and went back to watching.
"Anyway, enough of the chit chat. You want the juicy stuff, don'tcha, Momota-chan? Well, let me give it to you." Kokichi tilted his head to the side, letting a long lock of hair fall across his face. "I know how seriously you astronauts have to take your education. What do you say, Momota-chan? Wanna learn something new?"
With that, he started to slide the zipper down revealing bare skin, bit by bit, slowly, taking his sweet time. Maybe he was trying to be coy, or just trying to be frustrating. To Kaito it didn't matter, because his focus was on the narrow plane of Kokichi's pale chest as the zipper came down inch by teasing inch. It wasn't the first time Kaito had been given the view--and he had to admit Kokichi was svelte and delicate in a way that always drew the eye--but seeing him in a private recording, performing a strip tease just for Kaito...
Christ. He didn't realize how much he missed looking at the little bastard.
The zipper made it down as far as his sternum before stopping. Kaito briefly looked up at Kokichi's face, but the prankster was doing well at keeping his impassive expression. "Hmm, I think you can get a better view from this position..." He stood up from the bed, so his head was off-camera and his torso was in focus. Then, forgoing any more teasing, he pulled the zipper all the way down and shrugged the hoodie to the floor all in one go. And Kaito felt his mouth go dry.
On his slim figure, a set of undergarments stood out prominently. Kokichi was dressed in a virginal, pristine white bikini, the cloth so thin and revealing it may as well have been nonexistent... and yet somehow, that made him look more erotic than if he'd been buck naked. To Kaito, he could have passed for an angel flown down from heaven. Or, more fittingly, a succubus fresh out of hell.
The suspicion that this was just a prank was rapidly becoming a slim possibility.
And Kaito's heart was ready to fucking leap from his chest.
"Whaddya think, Momota-chan?" Kokichi bent down to smirk into the camera, cocking a tiny hip. He even had the nerve to bat his eyelashes. "I know you like the color white on me."
Despite the flush steadily growing on Kokichi's skin, his manner seemed to show the opposite of embarrassment. He straightened up and did a short spin to show off his outfit from every angle and Kaito felt his breath catch at the sight. His pants had become painfully tight, his cock throbbing desperately between his legs. He used his hand that wasn't cupping the phone to grope for his belt, struggling to unbuckle it one-handed. His dick was straining to break free of the confines of his boxers until Kaito tugged his underwear down, freeing his swollen cock.
"Wonder what kinda look you got right now." Kokichi finished his spin facing the camera again, before plopping himself back on the bed. The string bikini was little more than a scrap of fabric, and as he spread his legs over the bedsheets, it hid exactly zero of his features. "Bet you're excited. It's been about a week, hasn't it, Momota-chan?"
"How the fuck did you--" Kaito cut himself off, before shaking his head. He'd nearly forgotten that he couldn't interact with the video... that he couldn't argue with the Kokichi on screen no matter how much he wanted to. Thinking about that just made his arousal even more urgent than before. He decided to shut up and listen, dick in hand.
"Took you long enough." On the screen, Kokichi slouched against the pillows with a frustrated huff, his body bared in such a way that made Kaito groan. Even the frown on his pouty lips was tantalizing, just asking to be kissed. "You haven't even touched yourself until now, have you? What's up with that? Even I, the ultimate supreme leader, wouldn't hold out that long. Probably."
Kaito was too distracted to stew over Kokichi's razor sharp deduction skills, busy wrapping his hand around the shaft and starting off with slow, light strokes.
"Good thing I'm here to help you out," Kokichi told him. For the first time in the video, the leader actually looked nervous. He was picking at his thumb, biting his lip before wetting it with his tongue. "This is where things get... different." His voice dipped to an octave that was usually reserved for the more intimate moments. "From now on, it's just between us. Promise."
That gave Kaito pause. It sounded almost like Kokichi was going to try being honest and sincere again. Hopefully, the video wouldn't cut out to hide whatever he said next.
Confident that he had a captive audience, Kokichi smiled a smile that Kaito could tell was forced, his pale cheeks flushing a charming shade of pink. "I know you never like listening to me... but pay attention to this, okay, Momota-chan? The supreme leader of an evil organization with over ten thousand members went to this much trouble for you, after all..."
The words tapered off, becoming small and unsure. He was making a sex tape sound pretty grandiose, considering. But Kaito's intuition told him it had nothing to do with ego. On the contrary, Kokichi had lost quite a bit of his bravado from the previous scene and was almost hesitant now as he glanced around at his surroundings. Sitting back against the mound of pillows nestled against the corner of the wall, Kokichi drew his legs up to his chest. With his thighs raised, Kaito had a decent view of the space between Kokichi's legs. There was a small wet spot staining the cloth and his cock twitched obscenely beneath it. Kaito wasn't the only one getting excited.
"Alrighty! I think that's enough teasing Momota-chan!" He clapped his hands together, his cheeky grin reappearing. The nervousness came and went so quickly that it was easy for Kaito to miss. However, the deepening flush coloring his pale complexion and the breathy cadence to his voice had definitely made an appearance. "Guess I've stalled long enough, huh?"
Kokichi affected a charming, confident tone but his breathing was the giveaway: unsteady and heavy. Every exhale pushed at the boundaries of the skimpy material, straining it over the hardened nubs of Kokichi's chest, pulling taut to display the soft bumps and curves of his body. Fuck. Kaito silently agreed with him; he wanted to watch this show to the end without cumming midway, thank you very much.
Kokichi reached between his thighs, fingers playing with the edge of the cloth covering his butt, right above where his hole would be. Instead of pulling it down his legs, however, he simply pinched and pulled the fabric aside to expose the small, bejeweled handle of a plug nestled inside him.
No fucking way.
Kaito almost choked on his own spit at the sight, having difficulty believing this wasn't just a wet dream. Kokichi was fidgeting with the toy inside his own body, whimpering when he wiggled it, moaning weakly when it twisted back and forth inside.
"Thought I'd save myself some prep time with this... you're welcome." Breathing a small giggle, Kokichi grasped the handle and slowly drew it out a little before pushing it in again, working the muscles around the toy to stretch him further and further each time.
"Mmmngh..." Kokichi closed his eyes for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. "F-feels weirder than I expected..." he muttered in a voice so small the speakers barely picked up on it. With a shivering hand, he gripped the handle and tugged, slow and steady, arching his head back and emitting a sharp gasp as his body adjusted for the toy's exit. It popped out with a slick little sound, Kokichi's stretched hole still clinging loosely to the narrow metal.
With all the blood drained from his head to his nether region, Kaito almost missed the liquid oozing from both the length of the tool and Kokichi's fluttering hole, white and gooey and definitely not lube.
"Look what you left behind, Momota-chan..." Kokichi whispered to the camera. "You only fucked me once this morning, but you must've been pretty backed up, neeheehee," his eyelashes fluttering demurely as he hooked a single finger inside himself and pulled the hole open, exposing himself for the lens. Another thick bead of cream spilled from the depths and tainted the bedsheets beneath. "S'not fair... Momota-chan's nowhere and I'm stuck handling the mess..."
Morning? Fucked? There was only one recent morning when something like that would--holy shit. The pieces suddenly clicked together. He was both impressed and mortified. Kokichi's made this video recording right after that morning.
Kaito groaned out loud, fist trembling around his jerking cock. The newly added context was making it that much harder to resist just losing control, cumming into his hand and letting the rest of the video play out. Seeing Kokichi like that, cheeks full of blush, cock tenting the bikini's fabric and knowing the boy had saved a round's worth of Kaito's cum inside. Not to mention that he'd been doing all of it right under Kaito's nose... It would be so fucking easy to finish.
Oblivious to Kaito's plight--or more likely anticipating it--the Kokichi on the screen dipped two fingers inside himself, his slim index and forefinger sinking right into his pink, puffy hole. A few slow strokes later, and when he pulled them out, a web of sticky fluid clung to his fingers. "Ah... eheh..." He let out a breathy giggle that sounded equal parts amused and embarrassed. "There's... still lots of Momota-chan's inside. Since you came a lot..."
"Holy fuck," Kaito breathed.
A small, satisfied smile spread across Kokichi's plush lips, almost like he was proud to be carrying Kaito's seed inside him. His eyes were glued to his fingers as he slipped them back inside, using Kaito's semen as a lubricant to finger himself. The concept of which was enough to drive the astronaut insane. So fucking cute. So fucking sexy. The thought of Kokichi walking around stuffed full of Kaito's cum all day made his stomach twist in knots.
Kokichi kept going, rubbing and stroking his insides, causing another stream of seed to trickle down the cleft between his ass cheeks. He'd visibly found his sweet spot, squeezing his eyes shut and biting his lip to keep quiet. Fuck. It should be illegal for Kokichi to look that cute, this was so fucking unfair. "Mmhmm... ah... haah, ahh..." the leader mewled softly, his fingers moving faster.
Those adorable moans were as good as music to Kaito's ears. He knew Kokichi was a slut in bed, but now, without Kaito taking the lead, he was forced to perform all by himself for the audience's entertainment. And knowing him, he took his performance as seriously as he did his pranks.
This was too much. Too much. He couldn't stop imagining his dick sliding into that soft, cummy butt, filling it up, stretching him out...
"F-fuck," Kaito hissed, fisting his cock harder, matching its intensity to the tempo of the pace Kokichi was using on himself. He wished he had something--even the smallest taste, the lightest feel--of the leader's mouth, of his ass, but Kaito's palm would have to suffice. He could go a bit longer, rub it raw until the friction and the sound of Kokichi's mewls in his ears took him over the edge.
"W-wait, Momota-chan--don't cum yet," Kokichi ordered on the screen. He pulled his glistening fingers free, panting and curling his toes. Like the well-trained dog Kokichi often compared him to, Kaito's hand froze, obeying the order with reluctance. "I haven't used that yet--Momota-chan, stay there." A split-second later Kokichi was crawling off the bed, stumbling with involuntary tremors that said his composed act was strained, like it was taking every ounce of the trickster's willpower not to go back and masturbate to completion right then.
Kokichi stumbled closer to the camera until the only thing visible was the white of his stomach. A series of rustles could be heard off-camera, accompanied by a frustrated growl: "...gotta find... ah-hah, here...!" Kaito's view of the room spun dizzyingly until it came to a rest showing the same bed as before, but with the camera lens slanted far to the left so that wall framing the mattress was the main focus.. no, wait. The focus was on... a bright purple dildo adhered halfway down the wall, thrusting upward at a horizontal angle. Kaito stared as his mouth dropped open, because fuck, had that always been there?
Smiling at the camera, Kokichi then lowered himself back onto the bed. He shimmied slightly to re-center himself into the camera's view and flashed a quick peace sign, juxtaposed obscenely against the sex toy stuck to the wall. "By the way, everything you see here came from Momota-chan's bank account. That's only fair, don't you think?"
If it weren't for his dick throbbing angrily in his fist and the fear of someone hearing him, Kaito would've screamed, "WHAT?"
Blissfully unaware of Kaito's indignance, Kokichi gathered his legs beneath himself, crawling onto all fours with his back facing the wall. This position had his butt thrusting outwards at just the perfect height for the underside of the dildo to slap against top of his lower back. And just like that, all thoughts of money evaporated from Kaito's mind.
"I didn't want to bruise your ego, so--it's not bigger than Momota-chan's dick," Kokichi said sweetly. He turned his melty gaze to the wall, using one hand to pull aside the bikini strap once more and give the silicone rod entry. Then he lowered his face to the bed, his elbows and knees holding him aloft while his hips hiked up. His breath hitched, his lips parted, and Kaito saw the head of the dildo push in past the shallow crest of his cheeks and slip out of sight. "Aha...ah, mm," he gave the slightest whimper. His eyes had fallen shut once more, his expression almost shy.
For a moment, he remained frozen there, his pale ass tilted high to offer a mind-melting view. All the while, Kaito's hand had started to move again, subconsciously, his breathing growing heavier to match the sound of his heart racing. Thick precum had gathered in his palm as he stroked from the base to the tip. His balls had clenched up in jealous anticipation, the pressure building up slowly as he witnessed that lovely act.
The dildo wobbled, driving deeper and deeper--briefly, Kaito imagined how Kokichi's hole must look, swallowing the toy greedily, with his flushed pink rim spread around the girthy insert. At the same time, getting to see Kokichi from this new angle was better than he could have imagined. He felt stupid for not suggesting trying this to Kokichi before.
"The things I do for my beloved idiot..." Kokichi raised himself on his elbows as he sunk fully onto the silicone cock, before bouncing his butt just a little, testing himself. "Mm... Still weird, though," Kokichi mused quietly. "It's not warm like Momota-chan..."
"God, Ouma," Kaito breathed, Kokichi's words making his arousal surge higher, staring feverishly at the screen as his arm jerked at top speed. For fuck's sake--he would have given anything if he could be in that room right now, touching Kokichi again--feeling his bare skin, kissing him on his wet pink mouth, giving the leader what he liked, treating him in ways only Kaito knew he wanted.
After several too-long moments of tentative experimenting, Kokichi's pace finally quickened, accompanied by the sloppy sounds of the fake cock sliding in and out. Kokichi's ass jiggled with the impact, his fingers curling uselessly into fists on the sheets. "Th-theeere," Kokichi panted, a shudder running down his coltish legs. "That's where--f-feels good, hnn," he moaned to the camera, angling his butt to hit his favorite spots. Now that he was bent over on the bed, the loose cups of his bikini top slid down to reveal a glimpse of his chest, his rosy nipples budded and firm, their undersides peeking through the gaps between the cloth and his skin.
Kaito's hand couldn't compare to the feeling of sliding into a real body and yet the screen served him quite nicely; just watching the phantom shape of the plastic penis fill Kokichi's ass up from behind made up for it. He could see the toy gliding in and out perfectly, causing the lying leader to release a series of eloquent babbles while his insides were fucked. "So deep, hah...ah, sh-shoot. Fuck... mmngh, M-Momota--chaaaaan..."
"Fffffuh," Kaito gasped, just on the brink of release. It was such a lewd display that Kaito could hardly think, pumping his leaking cock in time with Kokichi's desperate bounces. He had to tighten his grip or risk slipping, his calloused fingers jerking furiously in his haste.
"G-gonna cum," Kokichi whimpered, breathless, his head ducking low as his voice wobbled--and fuck, was that a relief to Kaito. His slender back was taut, and Kaito watched the flexing of muscles along his spine, watched the sweat rolling down the leader's heated skin. On the screen, Kokichi rocked backward, the gentle shift forcing a jolt through the thin swimsuit bottom, his dripping cockhead escaping the top of the material. His hand moved in a flash between his legs, one-two-three quick tugs to push him close to the edge. "M-Momota-chan--Momota-channnn--" His words devolved into dumb moans, his hips following an erratic pattern to work as many hits to his sweet spot as possible. His slim body convulsed, pleasure-drunk eyes squeezing shut, lips mouthing incomprehensible gasps.
Kaito lasted only a second more, Kokichi's cries driving him straight over the edge. "Shit--shit, shit, shit, fuck, Ouma...!" he bit out, just in time to see Kokichi stiffen, his neck arched, his butt pressed flush against the wall as he came, the dildo buried deep inside. Kaito's hand blurred along the length of his dick and his breath stuttered in his throat, eyes snapping shut and stomach shuddering as his own cock spurted, milky white fluids shooting onto the denim bunched around his thighs.
He stayed like that for several seconds, holding his cell phone to his stomach, his chest heaving as he came down from his high. Every cell in his body felt like it was pulsing, buzzing with electricity. He opened his eyes again to watch the Kokichi on the screen twitch and shiver, tiny whimpers echoing from the speaker.
Eventually, Kokichi raised his head, his hair tousled and sweaty, strands sticking to the sides of his flushed face. Cum dripped from between his thighs, the crotch of his bikini soaked and clinging obscenely to his spent dick. Kokichi carefully eased himself forward, the toy slipping free with a squelch. He collapsed on the bed with a shaky laugh, turning his dazed violet eyes to the camera. "Mmmn... Momota-chan, you came too?" Kokichi chuckled, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead. "Neeheehee... pervert."
Kaito's face burned. "Shut up," he panted, knowing full well that Kokichi couldn't hear him.
Kokichi must have recovered a bit, as he pushed himself upright, crawling to the camera until his face filled the screen. "But I hope you enjoyed that. Because Momota-chan's stuck in that cramped facility and all," he said, cradling his chin in his hand, a teasing smile playing about his lips. "And since you're gonna be gone for so loooong... this is only the first video. Neeheehee. Gosh, Momota-chan, you're gonna owe me big time for this, you know? I had to spend so much of Momota-chan's money... buuut," his tone grew coy, his eyelashes fluttering. He sat himself up, somehow already regaining his composure. "I'm sure Momota-chan will repay me in all the best ways... so don't die on that mountain before you can, okay?"
He gave the lens a small, slightly awkward wave. It struck Kaito as maddeningly cute. "Sorry Momota-chan, but I've gotta go meet Momota-chan for dinner. Bye, Momota-chan." With that, he reached up to grab the camera. The video ended shortly after, freezing on Kokichi's tired smile.
For a minute, Kaito sat there, dazed, his softened cock laying limp against his thigh and his boxers a sticky mess. He could barely string two thoughts together after cumming that hard, his brain thoroughly fried. All he knew was that Kokichi had sent him a personalized sex tape... and that it wasn't a prank... and that it was for Kaito's eyes only, meaning the leader had trusted Kaito enough not to show this vulnerable part of himself to anyone else. Given how long they'd known each other, this gesture shouldn't have been surprising. And yet Kaito felt honored, stunned, and--well, he couldn't deny it, Kokichi looked fucking amazing during that video, it was hard to think at all. All he knew was this meant something, no matter how much Kokichi might insist otherwise.
(Part of him felt a masterpiece like that belonged in the Golden Record, to be preserved past humanity's death for future alien races to appreciate. Then again, there was no way in hell he'd share such a treasure.)
"Christ," Kaito exhaled at last, wiping his hand clean against his jeans. At least his sheets were still clean. Rising from the bed with shaky muscles, he yanked off his dirtied outfit and replaced it with a clean set of pajamas. A quick wipe down with a wet towel and he was good to sleep. As if he wasn't exhausted enough before, he sure as hell was now.
Just out of curiosity, he took a glance at the thumbnail of the next video in Kokichi's lineup--and swallowed back a groan, his spent cock twitching uselessly. No fucking way I'd ever last long enough to watch that through. Kaito forced himself to avert his eyes before he could get excited all over again. Yeah, he'd have to pass on hanging with the trainees for the next few nights at least.
With renewed carefulness, he tucked his phone back into his backpack. It was now the most valuable item he owned, at least until he could move the videos to his computer back home. Something happening to it before that would be like his spaceship breaking down before he could reach the stars.
Until then, he'd just have to suffer through his nonexistent cell service. And his lack of privacy. And the long distance between him and the little demon that made this. But hell, he'd already survived Kokichi for this long. If he could do that, astronaut training should be a piece of cake. He was determined, and a determined Luminary of The Stars was unstoppable, damn it.
I'm gonna knock this shit outta the park, come home, and teach that brat who owes who, he told himself, flopping on the mattress. Just wait for me, Kokichi. I'll show you just how serious I am.