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Tadashi didn’t think it was possible to be any happier.
The room was bathed navy, every corner of Tadashi’s room blanketed and put to the bed by the moonlight tipping through his curtains. The only other source of light came from Kei’s phone, illuminating his pale face as he scrolled aimlessly. They were facing each other, the two of them tangled together in the same futon. Tadashi’s bed was readily available, but at some point over the course of their many sleepovers, this had become the most comfortable choice for them.
Though drowsy, Tadashi smiled as he watched Kei’s face, heart blushing at his relaxed jaw and plump cheeks, all highlighted by the blue light of his screen. His skin was cold where their shins touched, and Tadashi thrilled at the idea that he was the one warming up Kei. He pulled the blanket tighter around them, rubbing his leg against Kei’s, delighting in the way Kei hummed contentedly.
“Toaster.” Kei murmured, but he also shifted to curl further within the blankets. He turned his phone to Tadashi, whereupon a photo of Tadashi at school was open. He was napping on a classroom table, drooling readily. Not all of Kei’s face was in the photo, but it was just enough where Tadashi could see him smiling. The image made him smile too, snorting to himself.
“Tsukki,” He mock-whined, tapping to zoom in on Kei. He accidentally swiped, to which he found yet another angle of himself asleep on a desk. “Why didn’t you wake me when I started to drool?”
“You looked too glamorous to bother.” Kei snickered.
“I don’t remember waking up all drool-y, though.”
“Yeah, well,” Kei turned the phone back to him, a little red now, continuing to flick through on his phone. “Somebody had to clean it up.”
“Do you have more photos, Tsukki?”
“This whole album is just you.”
“Eh? Really?”
Kei turned the phone around again, revealing that, indeed, the whole album was just assorted pictures of Tadashi. They were primarily candids, but there was also a good collection of selfies, and a handful of ones wherein Tadashi had taken Kei’s phone and snapped sneaky pictures. He couldn’t help but beam as he scrolled, taken aback by just how meticulous Kei’s collection was. It made Tadashi feel immensely wanted. Cared for. Seen.
He caught Kei’s eyes momentarily, giving him a soppy smile. “You’re so cute, Tsukki.”
“Shut up.”
Tadashi waggled his tongue at him, sleepily wriggling his head away when Kei tried flick his nose. In the soft scuffle, the album scrolled further up, and Tadashi recognized a few more photos - remnant embers reignited and flickered in his heart.
He’d taken them a few nights ago, one of many where he and Kei had stayed up texting. These pictures weren’t quite as sweet as the others - Tadashi tapped on one, feeling himself go hot. He couldn’t quite believe he’d had the nerve to even take the photo, let alone send it to Kei.
In it, he was wearing clothes, but his shirt was bunched up over his chest, and his boxers were tight around his thighs, leaving his flushed dick the single subject of the picture. His stomach was glossy with streams of pre-cum, and in spite of his tanned skin, Tadashi was noticeably red all over, his blush in blotches all across him. Looking at it now, Tadashi felt momentarily embarrassed, until he remembered the frantic way Kei called him after he’d sent it.
He grinned, turning the phone around and showing Kei, who also fluttered pinker. “You kept this?”
Kei clasped the phone defensively to his chest. “If I could get it on a canvas, I’d frame it.”
“Why do you have so many photos of me, Tsukki?”
“Casual browsing. Random dopamine hits.” Kei briefly glanced at Tadashi’s lips. “Other things.”
Tadashi giggled, tilting closer to Kei. He brushed his hand outward, grazing against Kei’s knuckles, and Kei gently clasped their hands together. “Tsukki…”
“Tadashi…” Kei mocked his tone, bridging the gap between them to kiss Tadashi’s cheek. “What else am I going to do when you’re not around?”
“You could get a sex doll customized to look like me,” Tadashi suggested. “They’re getting pretty good these days.”
“If I ever become a billionaire, I’m going to fill my mansion with tons of Tadashis.”
“A platoon.”
“A platoon of Tadashis,” Kei agreed. “And I will live out the rest of my days getting ravaged by them.”
“I can’t wait for your Career Day presentation.”
They snorted, leaning their foreheads together, cheeks alight, twin flames. Eventually, Kei turned his head to plant more kisses down Tadashi’s temple, soft presses - Tadashi could feel him smiling. “I guess you’ll do for now, though.”
“Sorry, Tsukki,” Tadashi breathed against Kei’s ear, tonguing the shell. His skin was burning hot, and were the room a bit brighter, Tadashi was certain Kei's ear would be crimson. He felt Kei shiver at the contact, squirming forward to press more of himself to Tadashi. “I know I’m not exactly a platoon.”
“Mm …I think I’ll survive.”
“Not if I have any say.”
“Tadashi…”
Tadashi sucked a covert bruise behind Kei’s ear, nipping him when Kei let out a quiet hiss. Devastatingly, he knew he couldn’t mark up him properly, as they’d have to eat breakfast with Tadashi’s mom the next day, who doubtless would notice. He sighed this concern into Kei’s ear, taking great joy in teasing Kei further by sliding his tongue down his jaw.
“Ugh…” Kei huffed, heartbeat erratic against Tadashi’s chest. His eyes were shut now, hands slipping beneath Tadashi’s sweater. It was getting quite stuffy beneath the blanket now, but Tadashi relished in it.
Eventually, Kei managed to crane his head away, glasses foggy. Tadashi leaned in to kiss each lens, before plucking them off his face and folding them neatly on the floor beside them. He gratefully appreciated Kei’s unobstructed eyes, thick honeycombs, leaving Tadashi buzzing.
“So, if love bites aren’t a choice,” Kei’s hands continued to swim across Tadashi’s waist, fingers careful, as though Tadashi would somehow fall over. “Might I suggest some other things we could do?”
Tadashi cupped Kei’s face in his hands, tilting him until their noses brushed. “Anything you want, Tsukki.”
“Generous.”
Tadashi bit at Kei’s cheek, tugging at the soft skin. “As long as I get to take pictures.”
Kei clucked his tongue, turning his head away. “Don’t test me. I’ll walk out right now.”
“Will you?” Tadashi’s hands slid from his face to the top of Kei’s shirt, fingers curling across the fabric to bump against his collarbone. He tugged him closer, casually rutting onto Kei’s thigh. “It’d be a shame, Tsukki.”
“...well.” Kei mumbled, completely scarlet now. His hands fled from Tadashi’s hips, swimming atop his shoulders to pull him close, completely entrapping Tadashi in his grasp. A strange hum of both danger and comfort sparked up Tadashi’s spine. “Aren’t you convincing?”
Finally, finally, his lips slid to Tadashi’s, startlingly hot, likely because he’d been biting at it. Tadashi gloried in the sensation, tonguing at the scratches on Kei’s lips, heart leaping when Kei timidly parted his mouth. His tongue melted over Tadashi’s, molten, scalding gold pouring through him.
Tadashi was all too delighted to get swept up in it, feeling almost hypnotized. Kei’s hands were comfortingly entwined around Tadashi, the world around them dulling to just the two of them. Kei hummed softly as his tongue slid past Tadashi’s, slow, easy, languid. Time seemed to drip like oil, immediately sizzling to spit upon Tadashi’s skin, Kei’s touch leaving phantom burns. Tadashi moved with pliant ease, readily tilting his head back upon Kei’s coaxing, reveling in the pleased noises Kei made.
Growing antsy, Kei gently rolled them over. Tadashi thrilled under Kei’s weight, feeling wondrously caged in by his arms. The blanket offered no alleviation, leaving Tadashi nowhere but at Kei’s mercy. The best and worst place to be.
“You sure you don’t want me to mark up your neck?” Kei breathed, mouth straying dangerously close to Tadashi’s throat. Tadashi couldn’t help but creen, craning his head away, a useless endeavor. Kei just continued to ghost down his neck - somehow, the feather light touches were more exhilarating than actual love bites, all of his nerves frayed to a short fuse. Kei hovered by the crux between Tadashi’s neck and shoulders, tongue slicking temptingly over the spare freckles there. “It wouldn’t show here.”
Everything in Tadashi screamed please, aching for Kei to pluck him like a dandelion and pull him apart. But one stubborn grain of rationale clung to him, bringing every stray cypsela back to order.
Tadashi giggled, eyeing Kei coyly. He squeezed his legs around Kei’s hips. “Kiss me in other places, Tsukki.”
Kei tsked, but not before Tadashi caught the quick spark in his eyes, hot flint striking steel. Compliantly, he coasted his hands down Tadashi’s thighs, rocking raggedly against him, breathing quiet appreciation. His thumbs hooked around the waist of Tadashi’s sweatpants - though he didn’t move any further, Tadashi still felt like he was staring down the barrel of a shotgun, lightly delirious.
“What, Tsukki?” Tadashi fitfully shuffled around, trying to wriggle out of his pants.
“Nothing.” Kei murmured, but he quickly pecked the bridge of Tadashi’s nose. “You look nice.”
“Sap.”
“What kind?”
“Sugar maple.”
“Hm.” Kei hummed, dragging Tadashi’s sweatpants down, devastatingly slow. It felt like they really were suspended in syrup, every inch of Tadashi weighed down by thick sugar, blood sparkling with sweet crystals. Kei’s hands seemed to ooze into him, squeezing, pulling - Tadashi longed to be tugged apart like taffy.
When Tadashi managed to kick off his sweatpants, Kei began to shimmy backwards, blankets swishing around his hips, all the way until he could lay his head atop Tadashi’s thighs. Tadashi gloried in the sight, squeezing them around Kei’s head, laughing when Kei pantomimed suffocating.
“Off to the gallows with you,” Tadashi said cheerily, squeezing again.
“Not bad for a guillotine.” Kei coughed, before nipping the tender skin on the inside of Tadashi’s thigh, drawing a curt gasp from the boy. “Soft…”
He took his time slicking Tadashi’s thighs in cool spit, unrelenting, in spite of Tadashi’s whines. Kei always dragged when he bit down, teeth eager to stay latched to Tadashi, leaving Tadashi’s legs lovingly mottled. Every so often, he ventured further, pressing humid kisses over Tadashi’s boxers.
“Take them off, Tsukki.” Tadashi pleaded, voice hitching. Kei took no notice, simply opting to kiss the head of Tadashi’s dick through the fabric. Seemingly satisfied with the high noise it coaxed out of Tadashi, Kei continued to lather his tongue over the muggy cloth, suckling, making good use of the dots of pre-cum that managed to soak through. “Tsukki-!”
“Shh.”
“But- but-” Why did it feel so good? Tadashi cursed himself for being so easy, so utterly helpless to Kei and his stupid tongue. His hips bucked once, entirely on their own. “Ah-!”
“I said shh,” Kei warned, but he sure as hell wasn’t slowing down, still sucking at Tadashi through his boxers. “Bet I could make you cum like this. Bet you’d like it, too.”
God help Tadashi if Kei continued to talk to him like that. He couldn’t possibly reply, brain spasming to mush, taking jolt after jolt of electricity. He cracked his mouth a fraction, but all that came out was a little whimper.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna cum from just this,” Kei said snidely. It seemed like he was making it his personal mission to humiliate Tadashi.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, Tsukki, you just- it feels- mn!” Tadashi simply had to wrangle Kei off of his dick, but he couldn’t quite conjure the energy, his body far more interested in staying down and twitching into Kei's mouth. “Please- Tsukki, you can’t, please-!”
Kei's breathing grew increasingly ragged, breath hot atop Tadashi’s wet skin. Tadashi hiked up to rest on his elbows, heart dropping as he watched Kei rut absentmindedly into the futon beneath him. He’d never quite get over seeing Kei like this, a careful latticework snapping out of place, mouth dripping with pre-cum and hips twitching with arousal.
“Tsukki,” Tadashi gasped, thighs shaking. “Let me get up.”
“I’d rather die.”
“Tsukki!” He laughed, finally shaking Kei off, spluttering when Kei tackled him again and splashed kiss upon kiss on his face. “I need to get the lube- let go!”
“Let’s just jack off here and fall asleep in it.” Kei mumbled between kisses, though he relented when Tadashi swatted his arm.
When Tadashi rose to the nightstand, he stumbled, legs shaky. As he peered down to his thighs, his blood took off like a flock of birds, heavy awe flying within him. He was shiny with spit and pre-cum, and he wasn't entirely sure whose it was. Pretty petals, etched with Kei’s teeth, kissed purple all down his legs. Tadashi turned his legs this way and that, happy.
“Admiring my efforts?” Kei sighed, voice mildly muffled by the pillow.
“Don’t fall asleep, Tsukki.”
“I’m trying not to. Hurry up.”
Tadashi required no further commands, clambering under the blankets and eagerly dropping the bottle on the floor beside them. He wriggled until he was nose-to-nose with Kei, breaths coming in fast.
“Get on top of me, Tsukki. Kiss me again.”
“Tadashi,” Kei tutted, but he scooped Tadashi into his hold anyway, looming, looking incredible. “So desperate.”
“Please, Tsukki.” Tadashi threw his arms over Kei’s shoulders and brought him down for a terribly uncoordinated kiss, teeth clicking and lips gliding. He felt Kei curl his hands to the back of Tadashi’s neck, fingers tangling fast in his long hair.
“And what if- mm,” Before Kei could get a word in, Tadashi rolled his hips, dick aching bad. He smoothed his hands over the small of Kei’s back, forcing to him to fuck up against Tadashi, dragging his pace in torturous slides. Kei breathed hard into his ear, the lightest whine discernible in his pants - Tadashi wished he could hammer that noise into his head, let it bleed into every lobe and consume all cognitive processes.
After a few more labored rolls and plaintive purring from Tadashi, Kei kissed him once more before finally prodding him to lay on his stomach, continuing to pepper the nape of his neck as he turned.
“You have to be quiet.” Kei reminded quietly, out of concern. But there was an edge of warning to it, a delicate interlace of authority in every letter, that made Tadashi shiver. He wanted to hear it again.
He craned his head, flicking his hair out of his face. “And if I’m not?”
Kei didn’t get it right away, brow furrowed irritably. He pushed Tadashi’s head back down. “Don’t even think about it.”
Incredible. There was a filthy sort of danger to this, fucking so plainly in Tadashi’s house. They could easily be caught. And a guilty part of Tadashi thrived in that terror, thrived off the idea of Kei not letting him hide. He wondered mutedly if Kei would like that too - Tadashi couldn’t help but constantly look back at him, trying to catch his eyes.
“Am I taking too long for you?” There was a light lilt in Kei’s tone, teasing. His hands roamed freely down Tadashi’s back, occasionally slipping beneath his boxers, but never for long enough. Tadashi huffed, wiping his drool on the pillow. “What? Did you just nod your head?”
“Nn-,” Tadashi was about to deny, but he felt Kei squeeze his waist, nails starting to dig. Beats of excitement blistered in his blood, piqued by that warning tone. “M-mhm…I…”
“Fine, then,” Kei spat, tugging Tadashi's boxers down to his thighs, letting the band whip his skin. Tadashi yelped, stifling himself desperately when Kei took his sore dick into his hands, pumping hard. He’d angled them in such a way that he could rut up against the backs of Tadashi’s thighs, driving Tadashi against the futon and making evil use of the friction. “You want to cum and get it over with? Have it your way.”
“No! No, no, no, Tsukki!” But Tadashi really liked it. Like, really liked it. Kei was so good at bossing him around, scratching all his itches with pinpoint accuracy. As much as he wanted Kei to fuck him senseless, he couldn’t help but also relish in the idea of Kei forcing him to cum now. Over and over, maybe. Stopping only when he felt like it. Tadashi wondered how much he could take. Whatever Tsukki gives me, he resolved.
“You’re so finicky,” Kei exasperated, but mercifully, he let Tadashi go - it seemed that he’d caught on to Tadashi’s game. “Leaving me to try and guess what you want. Isn't that rude?”
Wringing his hands in the pillow, Tadashi opened his mouth to speak, but Kei prodded his fingers into his mouth. They were sleek with Tadashi’s pre-cum, middle and ring fingers dragging up and down Tadashi’s tongue in slow pumps, remnant trails doubtless pooling down Kei’s wrist. “Not another word out of you.”
Oh, God. Tadashi shut his eyes in an effort to stop them from rolling, huffing hard over Kei’s hands. It was impossible for his hips not to mimic the way Kei’s fingers moved - Tadashi tried to arch his back to keep his sore dick off the futon, but Kei just pressed him back down. Easily, too. Tadashi tested his hand, squirming a little beneath him, but he didn’t budge an inch. It sent stars spluttering through his veins.
“Seeing as you obviously can’t think for yourself,” Kei continued, murmuring against Tadashi’s cheek. “I’ll just do it for you.”
Good idea, Tsukki, Tadashi cheered to himself, but his tongue was far more interested in lapping at the divot between Kei’s fingers. He made a broken noise instead, trusting Kei would get the gist.
The hand on Tadashi’s waist slipped away, clicking open the lube bottle, a promising noise. At first, Kei also tried to move his fingers away from Tadashi’s tongue, but Tadashi clung desperately to his wrist.
“Hm. Well, that’s not comfortable, is it?” He raised an eyebrow when Tadashi (as best as he could) mumbled dissent. “Seriously?”
“Pleasfe?”
Kei himself shook his head, but the hand in Tadashi’s mouth pumped approvingly, slick fingers sliding down Tadashi’s jaw and cupping the top of his throat. “Turn around, then.”
Racing to yield, Tadashi followed suit, heart swooning at the sight of Kei. He couldn’t help but smile wide, suddenly shy under the heated attention. Obligingly, Kei traced Tadashi’s bottom lip with one finger, slipping easily on drool.
The lingering need to beg Kei for nothing in particular still stirred in Tadashi’s throat. It was as if Kei could hear it too, grinning smugly at Tadashi’s disheveled state - his fingernails tapped against Tadashi’s teeth, fingers dipping ever so slightly, but never quite down Tadashi’s throat.
Then he withdrew completely. “Suck on your own fingers.”
“W-what?”
Kei busied himself with taking Tadashi’s underwear off the rest of the way, totally ignoring Tadashi’s dumbfounded expression. “Get on with it. And put your legs around my hips.”
Though upset, Tadashi obliged, scowling at Kei all the while. “But- I want to suck on your fingers.”
“That’s a shame.”
“Tsukki!”
“What?” Kei hissed, wiping sweat off his neck with the back of his hand. “You want me to fuck you or not?”
“O-okay, fine, but couldn’t you-?”
“No.” Not even hearing out Tadashi’s protests, Kei tugged his shirt off, concisely and decisively ending the brief debate. Swallowing hard, Tadashi took Kei’s shirt when it was held out to him, folding it haphazardly before dropping it on the floor. Kei grabbed at the bottle of lube again, staring at Tadashi with expectant impatience. “Go on.”
Though Kei had been doing it to him earlier, a delightful whip of shame snapped at Tadashi as he timidly brought his hand to his own mouth, fingers twitching fast. It was so much more compromising, having Kei ogle him as he experimentally slipped his pointer and middle fingers to his tongue. He switched between staring at Kei and staring at where his legs were drawled around Kei, eyes flitting in erratic lapses.
It felt good. It shouldn’t, but Tadashi couldn’t help it. Why did he bleed better when it was Kei holding the butt of the whip? Why did it make his dick throb harder when it was Kei braced over him? Stupid questions, but Tadashi couldn’t help but consider them, answers eager to slip into the spit pooling around his knuckles.
Kei’s hips jumped once. Involuntarily, but it was still sudden enough to send jolts - Tadashi shut his eyes, moaning.
“Fuck,” Kei said under his breath, distractedly kneading at Tadashi’s legs. Tadashi brought his other hand to his own throat, massaging in sluggish pumps, and he felt Kei shudder from between his legs. “Tadashi…”
Tadashi’s dick panged badly now, nitid, streaming with pre-cum and flushed at the tip. But, in spite of the fact it was his own hands around his neck, it still felt like Kei had ripped out the veins in his wrists and weaved them into marionette strings. He croaked helplessly, senseless semblances of a sentence, trying to tell Kei to please, please, please do something.
“Damn it,” Kei muttered, before gently tugging Tadashi’s hands away. Swaying close, he glided his hands up Tadashi’s chest, curtained by the sweater they’d neglected to take off. His stare was intense, sharp, a cool blade against Tadashi’s throat. Hot hysteria whirled around through his eyes like buzz saws - Tadashi felt like he was about to get cut into pieces, made to bleed forever. “You’re hot.”
“Then fuck me already,” Tadashi bleated out, ardent, twitching weakly beneath Kei’s touch. Every fraction of rational thought had been totally smothered out, leaving Tadashi in a haze of bliss. He’d never felt so good, Kei boiling every drop of his blood until he positively simmered with arousal. “When you’re in me, when you cum in me, it feels so- Tsukki, please, I need-!”
Kei was upon Tadashi in an instant, kissing him deeply, humidly, pressing against him like he would suffocate otherwise. It left Tadashi a little dazed, head swirling when Kei slowly drew back. His cheeks were rosy, bouquets blooming all down his pale shoulders - Tadashi would laugh, if he wasn’t so stupidly turned on.
“Okay...okay...” Kei mumbled eventually, pulling Tadashi’s legs apart, a little out of it now. Tadashi triumphed privately at the sight.
More fractured pleading crept to the tip of Tadashi’s tongue, only to give way to a shiver when Kei finally slicked lube upon his hand. He lavished it on liberally, letting it drip in a merciless stream onto the underside of Tadashi’s over-sensitive dick. Tadashi whimpered at the frigid touch, wincing, though he managed to resist shutting his legs. He stretched his hands behind his head to clutch at the pillow, breathing hard.
“If you don’t relax, nothing’s going to happen.” Kei massaged at Tadashi’s hip with his dry hand - Tadashi tried to breathe in time with the movements.
“S-sorry, Tsukki,” He breathed. His heart started racing again when Kei pressed lightly against his hole, sucking in a harsh breath as he slowly slid inside. Though he was quite thoroughly lathered in lube, there was still a dragging burn to it - Tadashi fought hard to steady his breaths. “Hn…”
“Does it hurt?”
“No.” Tadashi hissed, trying not to wriggle too much. “...a little.”
For a moment, the words fluttered into the air with no response to join them, Kei quiet as little squelching sounds filled the room. Tadashi grappled with the pillow, wringing his hands.
Then, “...is that my sweater?”
“Huh?”
Kei nodded to Tadashi’s sweater, still donned. “It is, right?”
Was it? Tadashi and Kei’s wardrobes were practically interchangeable these days, distinction difficult to the unassuming eye. The primary difference was fabric quality - Kei's clothes stayed fluffy and bright under the thick of softener, whereas Tadashi's grew weathered as they dried on a clothes line. He examined the sweater's material, breath hitching when he felt more of Kei’s finger sink into him.
“Huh. I guess it is. Sorry, Tsukki - I didn’t realize.”
“I like when you wear my clothes.” Not looking up from where his finger was disappearing into Tadashi, Kei continued. “You look nice in them.”
“We’re pretty much- ah, the same size, Tsukki.”
“It’s the principle,” Kei finally managed to get down to the knuckle. He stayed still for a moment, letting Tadashi accommodate. “Do you remember when you borrowed my practice shirt?”
“The purple one?”
“Mhm.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
Kei curled his finger a little, watching Tadashi’s face carefully. “I liked, specifically, when you asked me to borrow it.”
Tadashi huffed, half-laugh and half-whine. He timidly rocked back on Kei’s finger, eyes fluttering shut. “More than seeing me wear it?”
“Almost.” Kei slowly sunk in another finger, trailing on more lube, before he started to pump his fingers in slow drags. “I like when you shower at my house, and you ask me to bring you clothes. And I like seeing your hair all damp.”
“You like weird things, Tsukki.”
“I like you.”
Tadashi giggled. “I like you, too.”
Finally, Kei managed to glide in a third, willowy fingers hot inside Tadashi. Tadashi half-listened to Kei as he carried on, rolling his hips appreciatively. There was something addictive in Kei’s drone, pitch trance-like, his voice slotting perfectly into the recesses of Tadashi’s psyche. Kei’s voice slowly swelled with hot huffs, matching Tadashi’s little hums.
“Tsukki,” Tadashi pleaded, fractured with need. He crossed his ankles behind Kei’s hips, urging him on. “Please, Tsukki, I need you.”
“Calm down,” But Kei was fumbling to trail his fingers out of Tadashi, quickly glancing behind him. The hallway light was off, but that thin crack under the door still beheld a threat. “You really have to be quiet now.”
A Herculean task, frankly, and perhaps even downright impossible. But Tadashi nodded anyway, eager to chase that sweet approval that seeped into Kei’s expression.
Tadashi wasn’t sure what to grab at, so he opted for Kei’s shoulders, watching hotly with his arms strewn as Kei braced himself to Tadashi’s hole. Though his fingers had been in him not even thirty seconds prior, Tadashi’s dick throbbed hard against his stomach, fervidly protesting at the empty feeling.
“Hurry,” He said against Kei’s cheek, nipping him. Tadashi could feel the tops of Kei’s thighs shake.
“Give me a second,” Kei grumbled, leaning forward slightly, clearly struggling with the sensation. Tadashi made certain to murmur lush praise against Kei’s ear, earning him Kei’s dick by the centimeter. Torturously slow, he pushed into Tadashi, blistering heat sending tremors and doubtless leaving the velveteen of Tadashi’s walls glossy. The lube squelched hideously, but it simply made Kei hiss, pulsing hard from within Tadashi. To aid (or to abet, Tadashi couldn’t tell you), Tadashi coaxed Kei into a shy kiss, effectively giving a secondary point of contact to concentrate on. Kei mumbled something against Tadashi’s lips, indecipherable, but tone somewhat indicative of a thanks.
Tadashi had to scrabble desperately at Kei when he felt the head of Kei’s dick bottom out, so helplessly full that Kei was rutting up against his prostate with every slight movement. He kept Kei firmly fixed to his lips - woe betide him if he had even a sliver of an opportunity to cry out.
“For fuck’s sake,” Kei panted, voice cracking, sounding deliciously ruined. “This- I’m not going to last a second.”
“Ungh…Tsukki…” Tadashi barely managed to babble. Neither of them dared to move, their nerves screaming. In this devastating ecstasy, Tadashi weakly draped his head back, feeling unable to do any more than hold Kei and just try, futile as it may be, to steel his breathing.
He spotted Kei’s phone, long forgotten, just within an arm’s reach. “Wait.”
Kei didn’t look up at first. “What do you think I’m doing, idiot?”
Tadashi managed to grab at the phone, sliding open the camera. He peered nervously at Kei, heart racing. “Tsukki?”
“Yeah?”
“Can you get up a little?”
"I know I'm not that heavy."
“It’s not because you’re heavy,” Tadashi assured him. “I need a better view.”
“‘View?’” Kei began to protest, but his eyes widened when he saw Tadashi with his phone. “...oh.”
Shifting to comply, Kei glanced between the camera and to where was buried in Tadashi, grabbing hold of the backs of his freckled legs and hoisting one over his shoulder. Tadashi swallowed, near-manic with thrill.
Tadashi switched the camera to selfie mode and slowly stretched his arm out behind him, tilting his head back to look at the screen. He and Kei were both more-or-less in the frame, though Kei had to sway down a little to fit in better - his blush was marvelous, totally crimson, dripping all down his body. Tadashi smiled shyly at the lens before he took a picture.
“We…we look good.” Kei muttered, shuddering a little as he shifted around.
“You can put it in your album.” Tadashi suggested coyly. Kei hmphed, but there was a tiny grin upon him now.
Then he motioned for his phone.
Resenting the little tremble in his hands, Tadashi obliged, watching nervously when Kei pointed the camera to him now.
“What a good idea,” He breathed, eyes flickering as the camera clicked once, twice. Tadashi ducked his head shyly, but all he heard was another shutter. “I’ll be set for life.”
“Both of us- Tsukki, can you take one with both of us?”
“Sure. But put your hands behind you.” Kei tapped on the pillow. “Up here.”
Tadashi could've swooned. Blushing, he brushed his hair out of his face before languishing his arms behind him, gnawing nervously at his lip. He watched the camera carefully as Kei put it back in selfie mode, totally in awe.
Maybe he was biased, but Kei was right. They did look good, moonlight whispering all atop Kei’s pretty face and resting all down his shoulders, pupils waxing and waning. And as for Tadashi - well, he’d never realized he could look like that, sweater jumbled up over his waist and sweat keening all down his neck. His hair spluttered like a firework behind him, eyes glassed with smoke. As if to make a point, Kei glanced at him, smug as anything, before he took the photo.
“Pretty,” He murmured, slinking the phone to the floor beside them, before finally risking a timid thrust into Tadashi. It made Tadashi’s blood splutter, but he managed to cough down his little yelp. “Can I move?”
“Uh-huh.”
Hands smoothing down his skin, Kei held Tadashi's hips up higher. He clung one hand to the leg over his shoulder, kneading, almost like a support beam, as he began to rut tentatively in and out of Tadashi. It was like skipping gravel over a waterfall, totally senseless in its efforts, and yet Tadashi still felt himself cascading. With even the slightest twitch, Kei was fucking definitively up against his prostate, thick ravels of heaven whipping Tadashi again and again. He wasn’t even properly pulling out, not really, but Tadashi had to clamp an arm over his mouth sharpish.
Kei snickered at Tadashi’s exasperated flailing, though it was weak, almost delirious. “Save me the theatrics.”
“Not acting,” Tadashi whined, humping up into the cold air. “More, Tsukki, I want more-!”
“Shh.”
“But-”
“Shh!” Kei held Tadashi down by his waist now, clearly just as desperate to speed up. Had they been anywhere else, Tadashi was certain Kei would've been relentless with him - he could feel the ache for it in every thrust, Kei’s resolve shaking off him with every slide. “If you kiss me, I’ll give you more. Okay?”
As if he even had to ask. Tadashi immediately grabbed Kei by his hair and dragged him down for what could barely count as a kiss, their noses bumping and drool quickly falling right out their lips and down their faces. Needing no further prompting, Kei’s pace immediately picked up, fucking hard into Tadashi and spitting his broken moans into the kiss.
Tadashi felt like a knife getting smashed against an anvil, stray embers sparkling behind his eyes, having to gasp for air at every opportunity. Debauchery dripped from the two of them, Kei’s sweat cohesing gloriously with Tadashi’s own - Tadashi could feel runny strings of pre-cum trailing out of him. He whimpered, high, hysteric.
“Tsukki, Tsukki, Tsukki!” He gabbled, mind literally devoid of anything but Kei. He watched, transfixed, obsessed, at the way Kei looked above him, magnesium set alight. “Please, Tsukki, more! Please, I-I need-”
“I know, I know,” Kei hips were snapping like bear traps, splintering like broken branches - he couldn’t help himself either, no chance of it, gasping hard against Tadashi’s lips. Perhaps it was the constant hum of danger in what they were doing that was driving them this crazy. Tadashi felt like he was almost at life-or-death, just needing to cum so badly, lungs squeezing and refusing to relax until he had Kei dripping out of him.
“Make me cum, Tsukki, please,” Tadashi clawed at the futon beneath him, trying his level best to match Kei’s thrusts, to slot him back into a somehow deeper kiss. They managed this haphazardly, every so often slowing to properly slide their lips together, only to melt apart again as fevered prurience repossessed their hips. “I’m s’close, Tsukki-!”
“Tada-ah, Tadashi-”
“Kei!” Tadashi could weep at how close he was, dick throbbing in strangled pulses between their stomachs, tip nearly as red as Kei’s face. “Kei! I want it! I want it so bad, I wa-”
Totally and utterly gone, Kei came with a shudder, Tadashi’s name swirling from his throat as he gasped it helplessly into his neck. But he didn't stop quivering, didn't draw himself back in the slightest, even still finding the means for shallow thrusts as he slicked Tadashi’s insides in thick ropes. Tadashi could feel it, could feel Kei going limp inside him, trembling within Tadashi’s arms.
“Tsukki…?” Tadashi slurred to him, dancing his hands in smooth glides down Kei’s back, moving easily with sweat. “My Tsukki...”
Perhaps a little upset about cumming first, Kei drove a hand around Tadashi’s throat, the other wrapping tightly around his neglected dick. Tadashi could only manage a little squeak of shock before Kei squeezed hard around his neck, dragging upwards in a dizzying way.
“You’re gonna cum while I’m still in you.” He hissed, something debased in the way he grinned at Tadashi. Hot. “You hear me?”
Nope. No. Not even a little bit. But Tadashi’s eyes were rolling, clutching Kei’s wrist for dear life, compelled to cry yes, yes, yes anyway.
Kei stroked at his dick in merciless slides, making thorough use of the mess Tadashi had already made on his own stomach. Tadashi felt like he was getting stabbed again and again, vision cracking white the edges, every drag of Kei’s hand bringing him in and out of lucidity. He loved it.
“Tsukki- Kei! Kei!” Tadashi gabbled, voice shrilling quick beneath Kei’s relentless hands.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kei continued to breathe, hot and heavy. “Keep saying my name.”
Hips stuttering, Tadashi came hard, shaking badly. He squeezed his thighs around Kei’s waist, steady twines of cum snapping over Kei’s fingers and twitching lacework all down Tadashi’s hips. Thank God for Kei’s hand being on his neck - had it not been pressing down, Tadashi would’ve screamed the neighborhood down, hot rapture fogging up his brain like steam on a mirror. He only managed a strained Kei as he continued to whimper, spasming again and again, his hold on Kei’s wrist falling apart in tandem with his little jitters.
Finally, Tadashi’s lungs returned to him, shallow breaths allowing little peeks of oxygen back into his blood. Kei drew his hand back, gently massaging Tadashi’s throat, knuckles easy upon his pulse point.
“To think, all that to avoid leaving hickies on your neck,” Kei murmured, thumb gracing over the purpling skin. “And yet, I’m sure this’ll bruise worse.”
“Worth it.” Tadashi croaked, grinning blearily. He felt fantastic just then, melted gum on a sidewalk.
Kei pinched Tadashi’s cheek once before slowly pulling out of him, the two of them wincing hard at the loss of contact. Tadashi shivered when he felt thick streams of Kei’s cum leaking out of him, though Kei did his best to soothe, palms rolling Tadashi’s thighs.
“So,” Kei sat back on his haunches, hands on his hips. “Who’s fault is this?”
“Does it matter?”
“Yes. Because who’s going to clean this up?” Kei stretched his arms over his head, yawning. “Considering this is your house, I think it should be you.”
“As if!” Tadashi snickered, sitting up and shoving Kei lightly. “Come on, Tsukki. It’s not that bad.”
Almost comically so, they peered at the mess at their knees. It was, in fact, that bad. Kei hummed, crossing his arms, clearly pleased with their efforts.
“Gross. But cool.”
“Cool-gross?” Tadashi suggested.
“Very cool-gross.” Kei went to hitch up his glasses, but faltered when he remembered he wasn’t wearing them. Tadashi giggled. “Hooray, we fucked. And we decided to be dumb about it. What now?”
“Should we shower?”
“It’s two in the morning. And this’ll dry on the futon.”
“We could throw it out,” Tadashi got up, dragging Kei with him. “Mom wouldn’t notice that it’s gone.”
“What a waste.” Kei pretended to languish, allowing himself to be bustled into Tadashi’s bathroom.
“Well, you can sit there and whine about a futon, or I could massage shampoo into your hair.”
“Let me talk to my lawyer.”
“Tsukki!”
“Kidding,” Kei draped his arms lazily around Tadashi, dotting small kisses against the freckles on his forehead. “If you really wanted, I still have my futon. We could just drag it between our houses like idiots.”
Tadashi snickered, leaning into the touch. “I’d like that, Tsukki.”
A heavy sigh. But then,
“Yeah. Me too."