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“How about you staying here tonight?”
After that slow dancing for a while, Yuma decided to clean up the whole thing first with Maki, even though Maki had said not to because it was already late and offered to drive him home first. But he insisted anyway. Now they’re doing the dishes side by side.
“Do you mind?” He says as he wash his hands after it's all done.
“I'm the one who should ask that because there's just one bed. So, do you mind?” Maki takes his hands and wipes them with tissues. So sweet of him.
“Wouldn't you love that? Having me beside you in your bed?”
He laughs as he lifts him up to the kitchen counter, placing his hands beside him. “You know me that well, hm? Of course, I'd love that.” He rubs their noses together.
“And that's the answer.”
Yuma leans in to kiss him, but before he can, Maki pulls away.
“What's with you and all the kisses? You want me that bad, huh?” Wrong.
“Oh please,” He rolls his eyes and pulls Maki closer. “I just love kisses.” He tried to kiss him again, but Maki pulled away again. This kid.
He chuckles, “Not in here.” He picks him up and carries him to the bedroom.
He hurriedly linked his arms around his shoulder, “Hey! Put me down, I can walk!”
“Too late, we're already in my room.” He sits on the edge of the bed with Yuma on his lap.
“Now, you can kiss me all you want.” He smiles.
And Yuma can't miss this opportunity, right?
He cups his face and starts kissing him. He likes the taste of Maki’s lips– don't know if it's the taste of his lip balm or his lips do taste something. He licks and nibbles on it.
His hands trail Maki’s neck down to his chest, then slowly push him to lay down without breaking the kiss. Call him crazy because the moment he did that he started humping his crotch against him.
Maki pushes him, “Yu– Yuma,” He grips his hips to make him stop.
Yuma hums in response. He goes to Maki’s neck, leaving a lot of kisses there. His hips are still moving up and down.
“Stop…”
“I want it, Maki… I want you.” He began leaving marks on it too. There's so much on his mind right now. The touches, Maki, the unsure feelings. All combined into things he can't explain.
“Yuma–”
“Please. Maki.”
He sighs, loosening the grips. He takes off Yuma’s outer, throws it anywhere, and brings him to lie on the mattress. “Don't say you regret this because I won't.” He breathes in his ear.
Yuma closes his eyes, nodding.
“Say it.” He licks it.
“I– I won't.”
“Good.”
Maki pulls him in for another kiss while trying to take off his pearl necklace. He put it aside, then slid his hands up Yuma’s shirt.
He broke the kiss only to trace down his jaw, neck, and collarbone. He does the same thing Yuma gave him. He moves to his belly—leaving the shirt to stay on—giving kisses there, and then swiftly pulls both his boxer and pants.
He stops to stare. He’s already rocking hard. There's a precum leaking on it.
He looks up to see him. Tears are falling down his rosy cheeks. “Don't cry just yet, Yuma. You wanted this, right?” He sheds the tears, giving a light kiss on both his eyes. Yuma nods, he can't say a word to respond to it.
He goes down again to his legs. He licks, bites, and leaves kisses there. From his ankles up to his thighs, he touched everything but his erection. Yuma initiated the teasing, but guess he got teased himself.
“Maki… Please.”
“Hm? What do you want, Yuma? I can't tell that if you didn't tell me.”
“Please… It hurts– I can't.” This feels more humiliating for him than getting pushed to the dance circle.
Maki teases him for more, he moves his fingers around his abdomen. It drives him crazy.
“Maki…” The tears are falling down again.
He smiles– that cocky smile. “Sure, sure. Don't cry again, Yuyu.” Shit. The nickname. It does something to him.
Maki finally grabs his length, smears the precum all over it, and moves his hand up and down slowly. “Like this? Do you like it?”
“To– too slow.” So slow that he has to move his hips to chase it.
“Calm down, Yuma. Too soon to do it faster.” He says, but it's the opposite of what he does after. He strokes it faster, making Yuma gasp. He closes his eyes and bites his lower lips, holding back his moans.
“Don't hold it.” He puts his thumb on Yuma’s lips and opens it for him.
“Maki–” It feels heavier, he’s about to burst.
“Yes, say my name, Yuma.”
“Please– Maki– Yuyu–”
“Oh, you like it? The nickname? Yuyu?” He strokes it even faster and the moment the nickname slipped from his mouth, Yuma came all over him. He arched his back, gasping for air, and Maki couldn't take his eyes off that. He looks so pretty.
It takes him a few minutes to get over it and Maki patiently waits for him while caressing his thighs. “There, there. Don't sleep yet 'cause I'm still fully clothed.” He kissed him.
He pulls to take off his clothes, eyes locked into Yuma’s until he's done. He initiates to take off his shirt too, not when Maki stops him. “Leave it on for a bit longer, I love seeing you wear it.” Think Yuma has made the right decision to wear it.
They changed positions, He’s sitting leaning on the bed headboard with Yuma sitting between his thighs.
“Is it okay?”
“What?”
“If I do this.” Yuma grabs his length and strokes it using his hand while still wearing a ring. He smirks.
“Fuck–” He groans, holding back his hand. “Take that off.”
“You're not fun.” He scoffs, taking off his ring and putting it on the bedside table. Doesn't want it to be lost.
“There.” He's back to his position again. Bending his back to reach Maki’s erection and take it to his mouth. He looks up into his eyes at the same time he goes more down.
He's halfway there, intentionally taking it really slow– getting his revenge. But to his surprise, Maki doesn't seem to care about it. He just strokes his hair while he waits. The patience he has.
He starts to move up and down slowly, still not breaking any eye contact with Maki, even though it's making his head feel dizzier. He doesn't care.
He moves faster and hits it with his teeth on purpose because Maki doesn't make any noises. How can one do that?
He closes his eyes, and his mouth opens, but nothing comes out. That’s hot.
He can feel that he's close. Maki pushes his head for more– to take it full, and it's hitting his throat. He shakes his head, he can't. His eyes get teary because of it.
“Almost– Yuyu.”
He came in his mouth and finally let go of Yuma’s head. He’s finally able to breathe. He pulls, swallows half of it in his mouth, and takes the rest for Maki to taste on his own. He kissed him.
He sits in Maki’s lap. Feeling like it's not enough, he rubs their dick together again. He wanted more.
Maki pulls away, “How far do you want this to take, hm?"
“I wanna feel you inside me.” He murmurs in his neck. “That far.”
He chuckles, “Okay, then. Be prepared.” He takes off Yuma’s shirt, then opens the drawer from his bedside table, grabbing a lube and a pack of condoms. It looks brand new?
His eyes widened seeing that, “So prepared. You predicted this, didn't you?”
He shrugs in response, taking a big amount of lube into his hand. “Tell me if it hurts.” He shoves his finger up Yuma’s hole, moving it really slow.
Yuma closes his eyes, bringing his head to Maki’s shoulder. One hand trails his torso and the other plays along with his necklace.
Maki adds the digits to his hole. He gasps, gripping his toned arms. “Maki…”
“Yes? Should I stop here?” He traces down his spine, caressing it.
He shakes his head, “Keep it going…”
Maki nods. He moves his fingers up and down for a few more times, then pulls it. He lays Yuma on the mattress and takes the condoms to use.
“This is your first time, isn't it?”
He hums, “Yours too…?”
He nods with a smile, “I don't know if you can handle it, but do tell me if it hurts, okay?” He pulls him in for a kiss, not waiting for him to answer. He gently pushes in, rubbing Yuma’s waist to comfort him.
It takes him long enough to finally get fully in there. He moves steadily at one pace, just for Yuma to get used to it. Then suddenly moves rapidly, making him choke.
“Maki– wait–” His eyes got teary again.
But it feels like Maki doesn't care about it. “You wanted this, right?” The attitude somehow came back again after the sweet talk.
He nods quickly, “But– It’s too–” He cries, can't finish his line.
He bends down to Yuma’s ear and whispers. “I always wanted this, Yuyu. I'm the one who wants you that bad.”
He grabs his dick and strokes it at the same pace his hips move. “I envy everyone who can be so close to you, but I guess it's nothing, now. No one can be this close to you, not even Nicholas.” He added, nibbling his ear.
Yuma gasps, cries even harder. Nicholas. The name slipped from his mouth, how did he know?
“Don't act surprised, it's noticeable.” He says as if he can read his mind.
“I– don't care, Maki. I want– you, now.” He desperately says between his moans.
“I know, Yuyu.” He pulls to see him. Messy hair, glistening eyes, rosy cheeks, and mouth wide open. Fucking pretty.
Yuma on the other side, can't think of anything again. Except for the necklace and earrings he gave him that move along his rhythm. It looks so hot– he looks so hot.
He comes close, but Maki’s still stroking his dick while he chases his releases.
“Maki– stop– please–” He tries to stop him, but he won't let go of it. He jolts, getting overstimulated.
Maki came after that, he finally loosened the grips. “Sorry. I love you, Yuyu.”
Yuma closes his eyes, hums to it.
“You can sleep, I’ll clean it.” He kisses his forehead then pulls away.
“My… Makeup…” He murmurs.
Maki laughs, “I’ll clean it too, don't worry.”
—
Maki lays down on the mattress after cleaning all the mess. He looks at Yuma who seemed so calm in his sleep. He smiles.
“I can't sleep.” It’s Yuma, eyes still closed. He hasn't slept yet.
His jaw dropped, “I thought– so, you just stay there and let me do all the cleaning by myself?”
He opens his eyes as he faces him, “Well, sorry about that. You said it yourself.” He moves closer and wraps his arms around Maki’s shoulder.
Maki just let it go, he hugs him too. “I still think you're gonna be more dominant in bed, maybe I was wrong.”
Yuma looks up to him, not wanting his pride to go down any further. “Maybe you're not wrong, I'll prove it the next time we do it again. Let's just sleep now.” He kisses his cheek. “Lastly, happy birthday, Maki. I love you too.”
Maki smiles, “We’ll see, and thank you for that, Yuma.”