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It started out innocent and simple. When Hikaru rested his head on Yoshiki’s shoulder and asked, “Is this okay?” it usually earned him a curt nod or even a weak, “Yeah, it’s fine,” if he got lucky. It was a practice he was determined to implement after their conversation about asking before doing.
Today, he got lucky.
Hikaru nuzzled into the warm crook of Yoshiki’s dampened neck and sighed, enjoying their closeness. The rise and fall of his shoulders with each breath nearly made Hikaru fall asleep. If they stayed like this for the entire day, he would’ve been satisfied. But Yoshiki’s skin broke out in these weird bumps that felt good when Hikaru pressed his cheeks against them. He remembered a word, goosebumps . Guess that’s what those were called. Humans felt so much more than he ever could. It almost made Hikaru jealous.
Not Yoshiki, though. He seemed to always react to even the slightest nudge or bump. It fascinated Hikaru to no end. So every time they found themselves in this position, bodies close enough that he could feel Yoshiki’s inner radiance, Hikaru was determined to discover all the things that made Yoshiki's body come alive.
“Ya can’t push the limits by doing things others don’t like. Understand?”
Yoshiki fidgeted beneath his gentle touch and a drawn out whine rumbled in his chest. In fear or in pleasure, Hikaru wasn’t entirely sure. All he knew was the closeness and all consuming smell of Yoshiki, clean linens with fresh grass stains, only intensified the hunger he felt for his friend. Growing bold, Hikaru dared to press his lips against hot skin, skimming from mole to mole. He committed each pathway to memory while stealing glances at Yoshiki’s blissed out countenance, eyes rolled skyward and mouth hanging open.
“Is this okay?” Hikaru asked, using his nose to trace the thrum of Yoshiki’s heartbeat.
Yoshiki’s breath shuddered. “Uh-huh,” he gasped and bit his lip to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from escaping. He turned his head to the side to grant Hikaru better access.
Hikaru was all too eager to oblige.
“How does it feel?” Hikaru asked and kissed the soft skin behind Yoshiki’s ear. Being this close to Yoshiki made him dizzy. It was so tempting to sink his teeth into that spot, but he held back. He was determined to garner any form of approval before he made his next move. He craved an answer, so much so that beads of his true essence gathered at the seam around his neck, threatening to leak.
“It feels good,” Yoshiki admitted, throat bobbing with anxiety. He wrapped his arms around Hikaru’s torso and slid himself into Hikaru’s lap effortlessly, like he belonged there. Sweat soaked shirts and overheated bodies mingled in the stillness of Yoshiki’s bedroom, accompanied by the sounds of cicadas chirping outside.
Yoshiki melted into Hikaru’s touch as his lips wandered along his jawline and up to his cheeks. Ragged noises filled Hikaru’s ears, encouraging him to nip at the sensitive skin under Yoshiki’s chin. He licked an apology into the fresh marks he left there. It earned him a desperate whimper and slight rocking of hips into his groin.
This physical confirmation and brief moment of surrender was more than Hikaru ever expected to receive. Hell, he half expected Yoshiki to recoil in fear. He didn’t have the best track record when it came to this level of intimacy. But this, being able to feel the firm press of Yoshiki’s excitement, must be what the humans called “heaven.”
“Tell me what ya want,” Hikaru murmured into the corner of Yoshiki’s lips. He didn’t really know what he was doing, human intimacy was still something completely foreign to him. Sure, he remembered what a kiss was and how sex worked. The former Hikaru left phantoms of a desire for soft chests and curves. It never held any appeal to Hikaru’s true nature, so he ignored it. Yet if Yoshiki was willing to show him the way, he would do anything. Especially if it made Yoshiki act like this, so pliant and eager, and his inner light blaze like the sun.
Yoshiki said nothing, only guided Hikaru’s lips to meet his own. Hikaru followed Yoshiki’s lead, paying close attention to all the tantalizing noises he made with each kiss. Vocal encouragement was supposed to be a good sign. So he opened his mouth when Yoshiki dragged his tongue across his lower lip and let their tongues slide and mingle. Bits of his inner essence slipped out from the corner of his left eye and stroked Yoshiki’s cheek, curling with desire.
Yoshiki’s body went rigid and his breathing stilled at the slick contact. His face flushed red as the sunset just outside his bedroom window. The bits of his eyes that were not suddenly hidden by his thick bangs darted about, unable to even look in Hikaru’s direction.
Oh no, I messed up. I messed up real bad and he’s mad at me!
Panicking, Hikaru blurted, “Yoshiki, please don’t be mad! I promise I didn’t mean—d’ya want me to st—“ but was cut off.
“I want to mix again,” Yoshiki said, resolute.
It was Hikaru’s turn to freeze.
Shame surged through Yoshiki, a fire that could burn down the whole town and surrounding forest. He got himself so disheveled, disgusting, and he admitted he wanted to mix. The fact that he actually wanted to experience something so violating again made him want to shed his skin and become a chrysalis. Never to see the light of day. Yet there was this part of him, a loud and terrifying part of him, that was morbidly curious. Would mixing feel as good as he remembered? Or would it be his undoing?
‘Hikaru’s’ glassy, red eyes widened.
“Ya do?” he asked, voice wobbling. He looked relieved despite the tears they began streaming down his flushed cheeks. It was hard to believe that for as terrifying as Hikaru’s true form could be, he still acted like such a cry baby.
Yoshiki nodded, wiping the tears away with his thumb. There was no turning back now. Hands shaking, he carefully undid Hikaru’s shirt. Despite not needing to breathe, Hikaru's porcelain chest rose and fell with each tortuous snap of his buttons.
“Is this okay?” Yoshiki asked with a gulp, preventing his heart from creeping into his throat. He ran his fingers down Hikaru’s chest, eyes widening as the skin parted effortlessly.
“Ya-huh,” Hikaru said, breathless and nodding emphatically.
Yoshiki’s eyes were trained on the tendrils from within his chest as they slipped past the opening. They beckoned Yoshiki to dive inside, as if to speak Hikaru’s true desires when he himself couldn’t.
Wet, inky appendages entwined with Yoshiki’s fingers and snaked up his arm to his neck. Their coolness sent a chill down his spine. The feeling should’ve repulsed him, but if anything it only made his desire rage on.
“Yoshiki…” Hikaru looked nervous, lip worried between his teeth. No blood should’ve meant no blush, but ruddy splotches bloomed in his cheeks. How could anyone think Hikaru was a monster? He was honestly so beautiful, it hurt to look at him.
Yoshiki willed himself not to look away, though. He refused to let his cowardice ruin this moment. Heart pounding in his ears, Yoshiki dragged his fingers over the soft folds. His feather light touches made Hikaru leak more otherworldly essence. Red and blue mixed into deep purple and teased the corner of Yoshiki’s mouth and nose, asking for permission to enter. Yoshiki opened his mouth and delved two fingers inside Hikaru’s chest. He went slow, teasing Hikaru by curling his digits and stroking the slick material within. This form of penetration wasn’t new, but it was the first time Yoshiki allowed himself to actually enjoy it.
Hikaru keened, panting Yoshiki’s name as he worked himself deeper than he’d ever been before.
“Feels… Good …” Hikaru whimpered and breached his appendages deeper into Yoshiki.
Yoshiki grew lightheaded and body began to shake from being so utterly full of Hikaru . He was just barely able to focus on his arm movements as it sunk into the slick cavity of Hikaru’s open chest. Massaging the supple insides proved to be quite the challenge under such mind numbing conditions. Yet unlike last time, Yoshiki welcomed the intoxicating sensation of being split open so Hikaru could bury himself inside.
When Hikaru reached that spot in Yoshiki’s mind, that sweet spot that released a wave of otherworldly pleasure, he writhed and moaned. Warm shockwaves spread throughout his entire body as he melded deeper into Hikaru’s enormous mass. Surrender was imminent and he wouldn’t resist any longer.
Hikaru took over and enveloped him completely.
There was darkness for a moment. Then it faded into creamy blues and pinks. Yoshiki felt like he was floating. A rush of heat tickled his skin and gentle ripples rocked his body, easing him into a sense of comfort and fulfillment. So this was mixing?
“Yoshiki?” Hikaru’s voice tickled his ear, meek and barely above a whisper.
“Yes?” Yoshiki answered without moving his lips. Despite not being able to see Hikaru, he could feel him. He was warmth that settled in his sternum, the ease in which he could breathe, and the ripples of soft light that danced behind his eyelids.
“Is this okay?” There was hesitation in Hikaru’s voice. Clearly he was worried that he might have gone too far.
“Yes, this is perfect.” And in that moment, Yoshiki swore Hikaru ’s arms encircled his body, snuggling into his side and letting the waves carry them towards serenity.
Yoshiki’s hand hit the cold tile of his bedroom floor with a loud smack. Gasping for air, his entire body pulsed as he dragged himself from the gelatinous mass. His clothes were soaked in sweat among other unidentifiable liquids, squelching with every moment.
Holy shit.
So mixing itself wasn’t as horrifying of an experience as he expected it to be, but the aftermath was another literal mess. He looked behind himself at the slimy trail he left behind, gross, and made a mental note.
Maybe next time we should mix in the bathroom.
The Hikaru blob he left behind undulated, shifting back into Hikaru’s human form. He looked just as disheveled as Yoshiki, hair standing in every direction and body flushed from exhaustion. His face was pretty red too. Sweat made his bangs cling to his forehead, with a rosy flush over his cheeks, his nose, his chest—showing through the parted folds of his shirt that practically hung off his shoulders.The way it rose and fell with each labored breath caught Yoshiki in a trance. He wanted lick each bead of sweat and claim those parted lips.
Such a repulsive thought to have after mixing.
Once Hikaru caught sight of Yoshiki staring, he blurted out a fumbling apology with his head in his hands.
“I didn’t mean to get carried away, honest! It jus felt so good and ya gave me permission—”
Yoshiki snapped out of his spell and crawled over to Hikaru’s side with a groan. Without a doubt, his body was going to be sore for the next couple of days.
“It’s okay, ya don’t need to apologize. You were amazing and I really liked it, honestly,” he reassured, placing his arm around Hikaru’s shoulders to hug him close.
“R-really? It felt good?” Hikaru’s glossy eyes were full of tears and doubt.
Yoshiki’s throat felt constricted and his chest squeezed by some unseen hand.
“Yes, it felt really good,” he said before placing a chaste kiss on Hikaru's lips. Nothing in the world made him feel the way Hikaru did. No exhilarating experience could even begin to compare to how furiously alive he felt when he mixed with Hikaru—sharing one body in the throws of their passion.
Hikaru hummed with relief into the kiss, lips parting at the brush of hot air, yearning for more contact. They moved slowly at first, still regaining their strength post mix. Hikaru slid his tongue forward and shifted until he was awkwardly sprawled in Yoshiki’s lap.
It was at that moment Yoshiki finally noticed the last unfortunate side effect of mixing, he was hard. Hikaru didn’t seem to notice at first, but Yoshiki’s sudden jerking was a dead give away.
“Somethin's wrong?” Hikaru asked with a cocked head and inquisitive stare. The question hung in the air as Yoshiki desperately tried to angle himself so Hikaru wouldn’t sit on his hard-on.
“N-nothin’s wrong,” he stammered, guilty.
Hikaru, narrowing his eyes, scanned Yoshiki’s countenance for any clue. Unfortunately for Yoshiki, all it took was one quick flicker of his glance into his lap for Hikaru to immediately lock in on the tent in his pants. Smoldering blue eyes examined it for a long moment.
“Oh!” Hikaru exhaled in understanding, “Yer—”
“Don’t say it!” Yoshiki begged, screwing his eyes shut. He couldn't bear to even look at him.
“Do ya want me to help?” Hikaru tenderly caressed Yoshiki’s length through his pants.
Yoshiki felt the blazing agony of shame reaching deeper than before, burning in places he wasn't sure he could identify, because...he didn't know what part of himself he should’ve been ashamed of anymore. It was bad enough that he lost himself during their mixing. Not even in his wildest dreams could he ever imagine Hikaru sucking him off.
“I… I…” Yoshiki hesitated while Hikaru kept stroking him. His head fell back with an unsure yet pleasured groan. Whatever sense he'd still clung to in some back corner of his mind had evaporated now. Yoshiki rode on waves of long-ignored heartache, losing control and forgetting everything other than Hikaru’s hand... and his mouth, I want...want...want...
Hikaru pressed a little closer, hands fumbling to undo loose trunks that were rubbing Yoshiki’s too-hard cock and sending jolts of heat through his exhausted body.
“Ya mixed with me, so now let me do this for ya,” Hikaru said as he freed Yoshiki’s erection.
Mind blank, Hikaru opened his lips against the head, slipping them forward over the shaft until he had Yoshiki fully in his mouth. He suckled gently at first, tasting the warm, slightly-salty flesh, moving slowly and not daring to look up lest Yoshiki recoiled.
Don't look, don't look...
He concentrated on the sounds of heavy breathing, the occasional grunt—the feeling of Yoshiki arousal getting harder, thicker, and longer as he bobbed his head a little faster and worked his tongue around his friend’s arousal. Drawing back, he thrust his tongue into Yoshiki’s slit, and was rewarded with a jerk of hips and a low moan. Glancing up involuntarily, Hikaru could see Yoshiki lying back, eyes nearly shut, his whole posture surrendered to pleasure. Sighing with relief and desperate yearning, Hikaru moved around his friend's erection, nibbling gently, kissing with open lips and sucking pressure.
Inexperience be damned, he was determined to give Yoshiki everything he wanted.
“H-Hikaru… I’m….” Yoshiki’s soft sigh reached Hikaru’s ears and made him shudder. Little bits of his tendrils seeped from his eye and joined his mouth, squeezing and pumping Yoshiki’s erection along with his ministrations. His heat tasted good and after being so connected through mixing, Hikaru thought he might nearly lose himself again.
A trembling hand clutched the back of his head, and Hikaru froze up, nervous. Was he doing something wrong? Should he stop? But Yoshiki gave no indication of discomfort. Instead he groaned more and pulled his hair, trying to drive Hikaru down as his hips lifted into his mouth, thrusting erratically. Opening his throat, Hikaru let Yoshiki force himself deeper, all the way. He maintained control though, pinning Yoshiki’s hips with his free hand, holding him there and allowing himself time to swallow repeatedly around the weeping head of his cock. He could taste Yoshiki’s flavor on his tongue now, salty and warm, and all Hikaru wanted to do was drink every last drop.
“Gonna… Gonna…” It was too much for Yoshiki.Yoshiki’s whole body writhed, threatening to release. There was nothing Hikaru could do but continue to worship him with his mouth and tendrils. He came down Hikaru’s throat, pulsing with each heavy release and moaning his name.
Hikaru let his tendrils squeeze any remaining bits of his hot seed into his greedy mouth. When Yoshiki’s spent body finally went limp, he slowly pulled away, letting a trail of saliva and cum dribble from his tongue. In his haze of pleasure, he relished the tang of Yoshiki’s delicious cum and gulped it down. Humans and their proclivity for pleasure never failed to amaze him.
“Delicious,” he giggled, wiping his lips with the back of his arm. Pride swelled in his chest at the sight of Yoshiki, completely strung out from the high of mixing and having his cock devoured. Lying on the floor, panting like a dog. He did that, he rendered Yoshiki into a puddle of ecstasy. Surely they'd do this again, now that the bridge was crossed. Only for next time, Hikaru was determined to explore even more wonders that Yoshiki's body had to offer.
“I hope that was okay,” Hikaru whispered and curled into Yoshiki’s side, kissing his cheeks and neck as their bodies entwined.
When Yoshiki drifted off to sleep, Hikaru held him a little tighter. Danger was a cloud that always loomed over them, so he knew he had to savor this moment of peace.