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Karasu wasn’t sure how he’d never noticed before – but Otoya had a really pretty voice.
He always spoke in a low, almost-sultry tone, just expressive enough that it wasn’t monotonous sounding on the ears, and late at night while they’re playing games and Karasu has his headphones on – it would send shivers down his spine.
The break period from Blue Lock should have meant he’d be spending his time with his school friends and family, catching up on lost time. Instead, he found himself spending most of it talking to Otoya, the one guy he’d been locked in a facility with for weeks on end. He should’ve been sick of him now by all accounts, but when Ego had released them, the two had swapped numbers and things had only progressed from there.
What had started as a partnership of pure convenience, had somehow blossomed into a beautiful friendship.
The white-haired striker didn’t even live all too far from him, all things considered, but voice calls and gaming were much cheaper than train tickets and taxis.
It was another 3am night, Karasu’s controller long since discarded as he lounged casually in his chair staring at the pause menu. Otoya was still going strong, determined to reap the benefits of whatever timed event the stupid server had put up that particular night.
“Karasu~” Eita whined, the sound slithering directly into his eardrums, lighting up parts of his brain that had started shutting down as he drifted off. “Are you even listening to me?”
“I’m listening,” he mumbled, shivering a bit as his friend’s voice took hold of him. It was always worse at night, the effects much harsher when he was so tired he was airing on the edge of delirious. “Just repeat the whole thing again.”
He heard a sigh from Otoya’s end and a bit of shuffling before he spoke again, clearly much closer to his mic than before. His voice crackled a bit as it spilt through his headphones, and Karasu felt his cock twitch against his will. “If you’re tired, bro, go to sleep.”
Shaking his head despite the fact that he knew Otoya couldn’t see it, Tabito mumbled back, “just fuckin’ say it, ‘Toya.” His fingers drifted down his thighs, dancing over his length before giving the head a squeeze through his gym shorts.
He nearly moaned aloud before he froze, realizing what he was doing and remembering where he was. Shame crept into his cheeks in the form of a blush as he dropped his cock, it twitched in neglect, refusing to soften despite his best pleas.
Where had that come from? He wondered, bewildered by his own actions. Tabito knew he had a thing for nice voices, but when had that ever made him touch himself to the sound of his friends talking before?
“There’s still nine hours left on the dungeon but i told a girl from school that I’d take her out tomorrow afternoon,” Otoya rambled, “so if I can beat it in two then that means I can still get like four hours of sleep before-“
His cock jumped again, his underwear suddenly beginning to feel too restrictive. He really should’ve stood up, logged off, and dealt with it like any normal teenager might by browsing a few videos online. It wasn’t like Otoya was even talking about anything sexual, just his plans for how to win the stupid boss battle and his planned day out the next day.
“-but I don’t know, maybe I sound stupid,” Otoya seemed to finish, and Karasu hesitated to respond. On one hand, now was the perfect time to make his escape, save his friend from whatever perverted thoughts he was having, but on the other…
“Yer stupid but ya don’t sound stupid,” he replied, pushing the band of his shorts just low enough so that he could pull himself free. Karasu leaned over his chair, just barely reaching the bottle of lotion beneath his bed and lathered his palms with a few pumps. “Where’re ya takin’ yer date?”
He grasped his cock, sliding his slick hand up and down the length a few times as Otoya’s voice filled his ears. “Probably just to some local restaurant near my place, tends to be a fan favourite among the ladies.”
“Uh huh,” he hummed, tossing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut as he teased his tip, focusing on the low vibrations of his friend’s voice, his words so smooth yet also so clear. How had he never picked up on this before?
“But I don’t know, there’s this arcade I’ve been wanting to try. Just not sure if it's this girl’s thing.”
Karasu fucked up into his fist, a quiet squelch filling the quiet room that caused him to freeze. Otoya seemed to be quiet on his end too, but the persistent mouse clicks and keyboard clacks pointed more to him focusing on his campaign than having caught on to Tabito’s sinful activities. “I could come up ta visit ‘n go with ya,” he propositioned, hoping he could maybe get the man to ramble again.
He could hear the grin in Otoya’s voice the next time he spoke, and Karasu had to bite back a groan of pleasure as he pictured the man’s face. Otoya was all sharp lines and hidden beauty when it came to his looks, it was difficult to not notice something like that – even if the guy had that god-awful dye job. “Bro, if you came up to visit then I’d finally have someone to go with me to-”
Mission successful, Karasu smiled at the thought. He listened to Otoya as he excitedly rambled about their prospective meet-up. All the plans… the places they’d go… the fun.
He began to quicken his hand movements, bucking his hips up into his hold as he imagined someone else holding him. Someone much smaller than him, with his fair skin and a pretty, pretty voice. Would Otoya be into dirty talk? He sure hoped so, because the thought of Eita whispering profanities and dirty promises in his ear while jerking him off had his stomach feeling tight and heart beating faster in his chest.
“Karasu?”
His name sounded so sweet coming from the other man, he felt himself leak a bit more from his tip at the sound. He gathered the mess he was making and added it to the lotion, making it all that much more easy to slide his hand up and down his length.
“Mmhm?”
He hummed his response, not trusting himself to say anything coherent right then. Otoya thankfully didn’t notice, continuing on like nothing was amiss. “I just asked if you wanted to make plans for Wednesday. It’s like you’re not even listening to me, dude.”
Sitting up in his chair, Tabito used the new angle to slide his hand even faster, focusing most of his attention to the tip. “Wednesday’s good,” he said with a shudder, biting into his bottom lip so hard he began to taste the copper of his blood. The heat pooling in his stomach was reaching its max, he just needed one more push.
He needed Otoya to say more, use his pretty voice to topple him over the edge. “What else?” He asked. “Just keep talkin’.”
“Jesus, Karasu . I told you if you’re tired to go to bed, you don’t need to stay up just to hang out with me.”
He huffed, “I wanna keep talkin’ ta ya.” He felt his thigh muscles tensing, his toes curling into the carpeted floor beneath him as he flicked his wrist over his cock with such speed he was worried he might break it.
Otoya let out a breathy laugh, the sound traveling right to the centre of Tabito’s ear. “That’s sweet of you,” his tone was teasing, in a make-fun-of-you way, but that didn’t matter to Karasu’s horny mind. No, to him, it was flirtatious.
The dam in his gut broke and he felt his vision go white as he shot thick hot ropes from his cock, he did his best to catch them with one hand but as his hips subconsciously snapped forward, chasing his high, there was little he could do except try and keep the noise down. He imagined Otoya squatting between his legs catching his release on his tongue while he talked him through it, his green eyes half-lidded and staring directly up at him.
God, he was never going to be able to look Otoya in the eyes again without thinking about it.
As he slowly came back from his orgasm and his vision returned – the shame of what he’d done finally caught up on him. He snapped up straight in his chair, searching around his desk for tissues in a blind panic.
“Karasu-dude, I’m gonna hang up on you. I think you need to go to bed,” he heard Otoya say as he finally found a few to wipe his hands off with.
He dabbed at the mess he’d made over his thighs and stomach, marveling at the sheer amount of cum he’d produced. “Yeah,” he mumbled, “probably for the best.”
“Night, man,” Otoya chuckled, and before Karasu could answer, he heard the click indicating the call had ended.
Now he sat alone in his shame, which he couldn’t decide yet if it was for the better or worse. He finished cleaning up before tucking himself back into his shorts and disposing of the evidence in his room’s garbage can. Climbing into bed felt like a jail sentence as he re-lived the last ten minutes on repeat over and over again in his head.
To make matters worse – he’d agreed to go down and visit Eita in two days' time. He slammed a pillow over his face and groaned, already dreading having to face the man he’d forced to unknowingly talk him to finishing. Even the memory had his cock twitching in interest.
He was so utterly fucked.