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Nico was freaking out. His mind raced with how fast his viewers were sending messages in the chat, most of them not being remotely related to the game he was playing. At this point, he wasn’t even focusing on the game anymore, too shy to summon the energy to control that stupid frog. See, Nicholas was a fairly successful streamer, mostly known for playing horror games with his friends. He still hadn’t gotten used to the routine, having given up other options just to sit in front of a camera and talk to strangers. He loved it, actually, even if his back ended up complaining after hours of streaming.
His chat was a good community; everyone respected each other, and there were some inside jokes, which was comforting. After all, 500,000 followers was a lot of people. Even though he reached around 10,000 viewers per live stream, that was still a huge number from his perspective, and sometimes he felt overwhelmed by creating content that was so simple. Either way, the jokes went both ways: he would tease his followers, and they would tease him back. Today seemed like one of those days. It wasn’t the first time they’d mentioned… that particular topic.
About five months ago, Nicholas had posted an Instagram story with Harua while they ate waffles on the street. The picture was ordinary, simple, but it was enough to alarm his followers far more energetically than he had anticipated. Normally, Nicholas streamed with Matthew, Maki, Keeho, and other friends who were fluent in English, so when his audience saw him with an unfamiliar face, it was like discovering fire—flooding his DMs with questions. Poor Harua received a wave of follow requests.
They were close. Like really close. They would watch films together on weekends, take a little bit of their time to help each other with their hobbies, and make dinner for each other when they were sick. Harua was such a big part of his life, it was no surprise when Nicholas realized he had strong feelings for him.
Two weeks later, Nicholas invited him to join one of his streams for a calm Stardew Valley session, something relaxed enough that Harua felt comfortable trying out a few sentences in English, since Nicholas’s audience mostly spoke that language. What began as mere curiosity from his fans quickly became something else once they saw the two of them playing together, and now they were the “Harulas.” Nico tried to ignore the nickname, but Harua seemed amused, and it stuck among the viewers.
Nicholas didn’t know how to feel. Harua was a younger friend he cherished—maybe too much if you asked him. The truth was, he had a huge crush on the guy and now found himself in a bind every time his chat, or Harua himself, asked for him to appear on a stream again. Nicholas wasn’t opposed to the idea; the problem was that he couldn’t act like a normal human being in front of the camera whenever Harua did anything. Anything at all!
There was no disguising how differently he acted around him compared to other friends, and obviously, it got to a point where he tried to play dumb and ignore the comments. Harua, on the other hand, was bold enough to read some of them aloud, leaving Nico mortified and scrambling to change the subject every time.
‘Nicholas can’t hide his heart eyes anymore he’s so stupid.’
Harua would read it out loud, trying to make sense of the words. Nicholas would complain about someone calling him stupid and ask Harua not to pay attention to those comments, his heart pounding in his chest from being caught in such a delicate situation. He was certain that deep down, Harua had already realized how pathetic he was and was probably waiting for the right moment to politely reject him, perhaps volunteering for streams out of pity.
And so they ended up in the current situation. They were streaming together for the first time while attempting to bake a honey cake. Nicholas wanted to branch out and create content that didn’t involve sitting all day playing questionable video games, and knowing he was a disaster in the kitchen, he needed someone to guide him through the process. However, he couldn’t call Maki, who was abroad, nor Matthew or Keeho, who lived in another country, and he couldn’t ask any of his Japanese friends either because none of them were comfortable in front of the camera like Harua.
After narrowing down his options, he invited the guy with strawberry-red hair now adorning his head.
“All right, so now we just need to mix the ingredients,” Harua explained, focused on the task in front of him.
“You sure? Seems like something’s missing,” Nicholas said, trying to focus on the recipe instead of the flood of messages climbing the chat at breakneck speed. “Did we forget anything?”
When he turned to look at the shorter one, he noticed Harua had a mischievous smile on his face. Nicholas blinked several times, trying to understand, until Harua lightly patted his cheek a few times.
“Your face was covered in flour,” he explained, then went back to mixing the ingredients in the bowl.
Nicholas was sure he had the silliest expression in the world—and in front of 12,000 viewers. He forced a smile to try to appear normal.
“So thoughtful, Harua.”
He disguised his embarrassment as best he could, knowing it wasn’t much. He glanced at the chat while the younger one worked on the cake, instantly feeling his face heat up at the messages.
‘Nichol got rizzed.’
He laughed awkwardly at that one.
“No, guys, I’m not—what are you talking about? Y’all are crazy.”
‘Nicholas is totally blushing, lol.’
Nicholas squinted at the screen.
“Blushing? Me? No, I’m just… hot. It’s hot in here, okay?! We are baking so, you know. Hot.” he said, waving his hand at the camera mockingly, pretending those comments were just joking.
Harua chuckled from the side as he slid the cake into the oven. Nicholas’s heart skipped—partly from the joke, partly from Harua just being casually adorable while doing his thing. He was sure the guy was aware of the content of those comments because he was not fluent, but could understand a thing or two, and thinking about that only made his blood pressure go lower.
‘Heart eyes Nico spotted again’
‘Harua is so cute I would fall in love too tbh’
‘I can’t,,,, he’s just pretending he’s not head over heels for him’
‘Are they dating or what’
‘Married couple istg’
Nicholas smirked and leaned closer to the camera, pointing at himself, deciding to go with the flow, because rain is nothing to the drenched.
“Heart eyes? Oh, come on. You guys are just making things up, we’re baking very seriously here,” He glanced at Harua checking the oven’s temperature. “Very serious streamer energy,” he said, voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
Harua looked back at him with an amused raise of his eyebrows, finishing the last adjustments to the oven. Nicholas shook his head, pretending to scold the chat while secretly grinning like an idiot inside, fully aware that Harua had probably noticed everything anyway. The younger man approached him from behind and wrapped him in a hug, his chin resting awkwardly on his shoulder. Nicholas managed to laugh at the situation. Harua wasn't usually one for physical contact, especially in a context where he was publicly exposed, so it caught him off guard. He glanced at him sideways, seeing his adorable expression, and wanted to dig a hole in the ground to crawl into. He placed his hands over his, which rested on the top of his abdomen, because, what the hell, sure, why not?
“So, how long does it take for the cake to get ready?”
“Forty minutes at least.” Harua explained more at ease now that their conversation was back to Japanese.
“Forty minutes?” He repeated like a parrot, trying to be the translator to his chat. Harua nodded and Nicholas realized the guy was tip toeing.
They decided to sit down while they waited. Nicholas leaned back slightly in his chair, rubbing at his temples while watching the chat scroll at an absurd speed. Harua, meanwhile, leaned over on the counter, his legs swinging on his chair, clearly entertained by the deluge of questions and comments.
“Alright, chat, let’s see what you’ve got while we wait,” Nicholas said, trying to keep his voice steady. He picked up the first comment. “If we are dating?’ Oh, come on…” He glanced at Harua, whose mischievous smile immediately betrayed that he had read it before Nicholas could respond.
Harua leaned forward, putting on his best exaggerated expression of innocence.
“Yes… maybe?” he said, his English halting but funny, and the chat exploded with laughing emojis and people spamming stuff in capital letters.
Nicholas pinched the bridge of his nose, in a loss of words. What on earth was that guy saying?
“No! We’re not—okay, fine, we’re not dating.” he said, laughing nervously. “Yes, we’re friendly, except, you know, maybe a little too much. Totally platonic. Definitely.”
Harua giggled and pointed at a comment.
“Who’s cooking better, Nicholas or Harua?” he read aloud, mispronouncing a few words. He shrugged dramatically. “Of course me! Nicholas is bad. Very bad cook. I save the day,” he said with a wink.
Nicholas shot him a side glance.
“Save the day, huh? Yeah, sure… just don’t tell my fans that I let you do all the work,” he said, half-joking, half-panicked. His chest tightened a little, the familiar ache creeping in when Harua laughed like that, so carefree and teasing.
‘We literally saw u, u didn’t do shit’
‘On god harua saved the cake’
‘Nicholas is so bad dmkfrmm m so sorry for him how can he survive like that’
‘U need to recognize your bf is better’
‘Pls just kiss already’
“Oh, come on!” Nicholas said, voice rising slightly. He leaned closer to the camera. “You guys are ending my reputation, I’m good at baking and cooking” he said, flashing a forced grin. He could feel Harua smirking beside him, probably reading a comment that he thought was funny.
Oblivious to Nicholas’s inner panic, the younger pointed at the next comment and they kept reading those for a while. Nicholas exhaled, trying to laugh it off for the hundredth time.Inside, his heart thudded against his chest, a little heavy, a little unsure. Harua’s teasing wasn’t new, but it was always like this, unknowingly pulling at all the strings Nicholas was trying to keep under control.
The two of them sat bathing in chaos, the chat exploding with laughter, jokes, and wild theories. Nicholas smiled at the camera, actually having fun now that everyone seemed to be asking genuine questions about them, but every now and then, his eyes flicked to Harua, who just kept laughing and teasing, and the ache in his chest reminded him that he wasn’t entirely joking. He almost felt his heart stop when he felt Harua's hand on his thigh, resting there innocently. Oh, poor guy. If only he knew the absurdity of thoughts Nicholas had…
Harua tapped his fingers from time to time, squeezing Nico’s flesh in between beats. Nicholas felt his mouth drying and his flesh burned every time the younger played with him, consequently moving until the tip of his fingers touched the hem of his shorts, feeling the fabric between his digits. Nichola’s mind was racing with the wildest of thoughts. Would his hands feel as good on his body while they were kissing? Would he tease him, or let himself be teased? Would Harua’s complexion look as pretty covered in bruises, splashed with red, purple and blue?
“Nico, you’re zoning out,” Harua touched the side of his torso, causing him to startle, jumping slightly from his chair like a frightened cat. “The cake is ready.”
Nicholas only then realised the beeping sound coming from the oven. He relaxed his shoulders and stared directly at the comments again. He was so screwed.
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Nicholas was not the biggest fan of sweets, but he had his mouth stuffed with a big slice of cake. The live stream ended a few minutes ago and now they were enjoying their delicious creation in silence. Harua had a smaller slice in his hand, displayed on a plate, his red-strawberry hair catching the warm light from the kitchen’s lights, looking fluffier than any cake in the world. Nicholas only stared at him for a moment, like a freaking yearner.
“You know, this is actually pretty good,” Nicholas said around a mouthful, his voice muffled. He wiped a crumb from his chin and looked at Harua. “I didn’t think I’d like it this much.”
Harua smiled softly, tilting his head.
“See? I told you,” he said, trying to speak in his halting English. “I’m a good teacher.”
Nicholas chuckled, but there was a flutter in his chest that had nothing to do with the cake. He ruffled Harua’s hair, now much more comfortable that his actions weren’t being filmed and analyzed by thousands. He could feel the warmth of Harua beside him, the faint scent of strawberries and honey lingering in the air. The kitchen felt suddenly smaller.
“Yeah you’re not just a good teacher,” Nicholas said, switching back to Japanese because there was no reason to stress Harua’s pretty mind with English, his voice barely above a whisper. He immediately cursed himself mentally, but Harua’s laugh, soft, amused, and somehow full of mischief, made it impossible to look away.
Harua leaned a little closer, eyes sparkling.
“Not just teacher?” he repeated, teasing. Nicholas felt his stomach twist in anticipation. “So you admit I saved your cake?”
“I mean you-” Nicholas hesitated, words failing him. He could feel every little movement Harua made, the way he placed the plate delicately on the counter, the slight tilt of his head as he looked at him.
Oh, the ache in his chest that had been there during the stream returned, sharper this time. Harua’s hand brushed against his as he shifted slightly. Nicholas froze, heart hammering. He could feel Harua leaning closer, his gaze steady, teasing, unafraid.
“I totally saved you!”
“I could do just as good without you.” Nicholas teased, but Harua bites back.
“Why did you call me, then?”
Nicholas pretended to think for a second before leaning into Harua’s personal space.
“People like your pretty looks.”
“Stop it,” Harua slapped his shoulder half-heartedly. “You’re the one who keeps staring at me anyway. What, did I lie?”
And there it was, the confirmation Nicholas needed that Harua was painfully aware of his stupid crush. He opened his mouth but his line of thought was interrupted when he realised how fucking close they were. Before he could talk himself out of it, Harua’s lips were on his. Nicholas kept his eyes open for a solid second before giving in to the soft and warm lips, and all the tension Nicholas had been holding melted away in an instant. His hands went to Harua’s waist almost instinctively, and he leaned in, meeting the kiss with a mix of hesitation and yearn. Honestly speaking he had no clue what the hell was happening, but if Shigeta Harua wanted to kiss him, he would be insane to deny.
It was brief at first, with careful consideration but then Harua deepened it, and Nicholas felt the flutter in his chest explode into something entirely new. All the teasing, all the awkwardness, all the little heartaches from earlier felt so stupid right now. He wasn’t just joking around, he was actually kissing him with intent, like he meant to, like the desire got to him and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
When they finally pulled back, Nicholas’s forehead rested against Harua’s, both of them in silence trying to take in what happened. The cake sat forgotten between them, a sweet witness to the start of something neither of them could ignore anymore.
“What the hell?” Nicholas exclaimed, startling Harua a little bit.
“You clearly wouldn’t do it, and I was tired of pretending I didn’t know you wanted to, so,” Harua rolled his eyes. “I took matters into my own hands.” Cute. So cute.
“Pretty bold, don’t you think?”
Harua leaned into Nicholas' touch, the older man rubbing circles on his cheeks tinted pink. At this point he had no idea how to properly control his limbs, all of them feeling like big slimy noodles, but he tried to be the cool guy and leaned in for a kiss again. It would be insane if they were live now, he thought, glad he triple checked if his streaming setup was turned off, worried with Harua’s exposition to the internet trolls; even his own chat for good measure. However Harua seemed to be under no stress at all when he deepened the kiss, tongue making its way inside Nicholas’ mouth.
That was his breaking point. Nicholas stood up from his chair, annoyed with the weird angle they were making out, and reached Haru’s shoulders to make him stand up as well. As soon as he could he pressed their bodies together on the counter, chests pressed together, and his hands flew to the waist of the boy in front of him. Nicholas felt like the luckiest person in the world to feel the boy's slender waist beneath his fingers as he watched the expression of pure delight on the younger man's face, his pretty lips now pink and glistening with saliva from being kissed. Nicholas wondered how far he could go until Harua's entire body was close to that shade.
They kissed again, wet and uncoordinated, this time with an urgency and intensity never before present in that kitchen. Harua's back ached from being pressed directly against the edge of the counter, and Nicholas, being the older, more experienced guy in this situation, sensed his discomfort and lifted him by his thighs until he was sitting on the counter. The position opened up a whole range of possibilities, as Harua's beautiful, immaculate thighs were now within easy reach, and it was there that Nicholas's hands found purchase. Nicholas bit the younger man's lips, earning a ragged moan. His entire body shivered at the touch, and he had to pull away for a moment to avoid it.
“Nico,” Harua called trying to get his attention. “Let’s go to your bedroom.”
Oh!
Suddenly Nicholas was hit with pure realisation. Harua was not only aware of his crush, but also desired him in the same way. What the hell! He nodded really making an effort to look a little bit laid out and nonchalant, but his eagerness was evident. He grabbed Harua’s hand and helped him get down off the counter, worried he might hurt himself while doing so.
Nicholas’s pulse was a mess. He swore he could hear the pounding echoing in his ears as he guided Harua down the hallway, their hands clasped tightly like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. The apartment wasn’t huge, but the walk to his room felt like crossing an entire continent. Every step brought the weight of what was happening crashing down on him again and again. Was he so blind with shame that he never realised the other man wanted the same thing as well? How much time did they lose because he was so fucking stupid?
He pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Harua in first. The bedroom was dim, only the faint light from the street spilling through the curtains, it was almost dinner time. He shut the door, suddenly hyper-aware of the silence that followed, the contrast from the chaos of the stream earlier made his skin prickle.
Harua sat down on the edge of the bed like he owned the place, legs swinging slightly, his strawberry-red hair messy from all the kissing. Nicholas didn’t trust his own voice, but he sat next to him anyway. They were close enough that the heat radiating from Harua seeped into his skin, pulling him in like gravity.
“You’re nervous,” Harua said softly. His lips curled in that half-smile, knowing but gentle.
Nicholas let out a laugh that sounded more like a gasp.
“Of course I’m nervous. This is happening, like this,” he waved his hand vaguely at the boy, “and whatever we’re doing.”
Harua tilted his head. “Are we supposed to stop?”
“Like you’re not driving me crazy every second,” Nicholas blurted, then groaned, covering his face with his hands. “I feel like I can’t act straight right now.”
Harua tugged his wrists down until their eyes met again. His own were steady and warm. Without another word, he leaned in and kissed him again, and Nicholas melted. He grabbed Harua’s waist, pulling him flush against him this time, no restraint left in the way their mouths collided. The kiss was hotter now, wetter, their tongues clashing in messy rhythm until Nicholas was dizzy.
He pulled Harua onto his lap and groaned hoarsely at the feel of the boy's weight immediately above his erection, which wasn't good for maintaining a level of sanity during that interaction. His mouth found the curve of Harua's neck and, prompted by the delicious moan the younger man released, continued to kiss and mark the area almost possessively. He didn't care if the boy would be left with exposed spots; after all, with every bite, every flick of his tongue, Harua seemed to lose more and more of his constrictions.
Nicholas’ hands were all over him now, grabbing Harua’s thighs and feeling how smooth they were under his skin, probably bruising them as well, but who fucking cared right now? Harua seemed to be enjoying himself so much, trembling and wiggling around Nicholas’ lap, why would they actually stop? Nicholas moved to tease his pretty little waist, hands inside his oversized shirt. Harua bit his own lip and grinded with purpose, trying to get a reaction out of the blonde. Nicholas groaned and thrusted upwards while they locked their eyes.
He was already thinking of slowing down, unable to understand the limits of what they were doing, when Harua pulled back just enough to whisper, lips brushing his jawline.
“Nico, can you… Teach me?”
Nicholas froze, his entire body stiffening. “Teach you what?” he asked, though his brain already screamed the answer.
Harua’s cheeks were flushed, but he kept his gaze steady. He swallowed, then said, almost shyly.
“How to… properly do it. Wanna give you a blowjob.”
Nicholas felt his blood turn molten in his veins. His mouth went dry, and he had to blink several times to make sure this wasn’t some cruel dream conjured by his most desperate fantasies. “Harua,”
The younger boy pressed a finger to his lips, his smile turning into something softer, needier.
“I trust you. Please? Wanna make you feel good.”
Nicholas was torn between passing out from nerves and combusting from arousal. His heart beat so hard he thought it might bruise his ribs, but when Harua leaned closer, looking at him with that raw mix of lust and curiosity, he couldn’t refuse. He cupped the back of Harua’s neck, kissing him slowly this time, deep and deliberate, like he needed him to feel how badly he wanted this too.
When they broke apart again, Nicholas’s forehead rested against Harua’s. His voice was low, rough with desire.
“Okay. But you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
“That if it gets too much, you’ll tell me to stop. Right away.”
Harua nodded without hesitation, almost eager. His eyes flicked down to Nicholas’s lips again before meeting his gaze.
“Okay. Promise.”
Nicholas swallowed hard. He had no idea how he was supposed to get through this without losing his mind completely. Harua gave him a quick peck on the lips and kneeled on the ground. His hands grabbed the waistband of Nichola’s shorts, tugging them down with curiosity. For Nicholas’ mortification, today, of all days, he was not wearing any underwear. So when his cock sprung free in a single motion, Harua's eyes glistened with something that Nicholas liked to think was excitement. He didn’t have the brainpower to think high of himself right now, because Harua’s hands were caressing his thighs experimentally, and he was so adorably hot and cute at the same time.
He reached the base of Nicholas's cock, moving his hand with admiration in his expression, the contact alone making his dick jump. Harua moved closer and began to place small kisses on the older man's groin while moving his hand up and down the length of Nicholas's shaft. The sound was wet, so aroused was he at that moment, not even needing saliva to make the glide easier.
Harua licked the tip, savoring it as if it were one of his favorite sweets. He glanced at Nicholas uncertainly, but quickly decided not to wait for instructions, wrapping his lips around the older man's cockhead while circling his tongue around the slit. Nicholas closed his eyes and held his breath. He wouldn't last like this, and they'd barely begun. Harua tried to take more into his mouth, but gagged immediately, his teeth gently grazing the hardened length. Nicholas jolted and moved his hand to the boy's head, adoringly stroking the red strands.
“You can cover your bottom teeth with your lips,” He began, calling himself nasty for corrupting the younger like that. “And take it slow. Anything you do is enough for me, so don’t push yourself too much okay?”
Harua nodded, he wanted to be good. He resumed his activities, doing as he was told and hollowing his cheeks as he once learned was good, managing to remember taking deep breaths. He bobbed his head up and down, trying to get a steady rhythm and get his throat comfortable with what he was doing, not used to having his mouth stuffed with, well, his friend’s cock. With some practice he was able to get half Nicholas' lenght inside his mouth, feeling so proud of his achievement, mostly when Nicholas started moaning without any shame in the world. The older guy had his head thrown to the side, lips partly open and legs spread beautifully. Harua was so, so endeared with him.
He felt his own dick throbbing inside his pants but wouldn’t dare to give himself any attention before pleasing Nicholas. The guy in question was closer and closer to cloud nine, his hand grabbing behind Harua’s head to guide him in his ministrations. When Harua gagged with a wet sound, Nicholas rolled his eyes and barely was able to push him away, pure pleasure consuming his body. Taking a look at the red haired guy, he was flushed and panting, mouth wet, connected to his dick by a string of saliva.
“You look so fucking good, come up here.”
Harua moved as fast as he could, legs a little numb after sitting on them for a long time. Nicholas laid him down on the bed and massaged his legs, Harua complaining about the touch feeling like little electric shocks, but who was Nicholas if he didn’t take care of him properly? After he teased the other man enough, he decided they were not kissing for a long time, so he put an end to that. They were sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongue, sucking each other’s mouth like they were starving men. Nicholas felt too warm and remembered they both were very much dressed.
After undressing both of them, his eyes focused on the sight below him. Damn. Harua was drop dead gorgeous on a regular basis, but this was something else, like a whole different level of inhumane beauty. Nicholas felt like a wolf staring at its prey before devouring it, his mouth watering thinking about everything he wanted to do. However, there was an important issue to be addressed.
“How far do you want to go?”
“Want you,” he admitted. “I’ve been waiting for a long time for you to take action, so I had a lot of time to… prepare.”
Nicholas chuckled, not believing the words he was hearing.
“So you had wet dreams about me?”
“Shut up, that’s not what I meant. I… Literally prepped myself before coming today.” Harua’s face got even redder, if it was possible, watching as Nicholas’ stare got darker. Now he was the one feeling like prey.
Nicholas took his time mouthing alongside his lean torso, biting and sucking on every inch of skin he could, until Harua was a moaning mess. His hand slid to circle around the red haired’s cock, endeared with how easily he fitted on his palm. Nicholas twisted his wrist, making Harua incredibly wet and sensitive. He opted that he could be a little selfish and mouthed over his pretty nipples, biting and tugging them with his teeth.
Harua tugged at his hair, silently begging for more, but Nicholas had awakened a restless beast that had been dormant within him. He smiled mischievously and didn't stop his ministrations until Harua was covered in different shades of pink and red, so beautiful. He moved his lips down past the cock that begged for attention, heading straight for the pale thighs, once marked by the grip of his hands earlier. Harua bit his lip, embarrassed by how easily he was reacting.
“Nico,” he begged. “Please, need you to fuck me.”
No one in their right mind would ignore that plea, but Nicholas was not thinking straight and gave Harua a sharp bite close to his hipbone before getting on top of him again, his whole body covering the smaller man.
“Let me make sure, this is your first time?” He asked while still somewhat cohesive. Harua nodded.
Nicholas felt like a dirty little freak when his dick literally throbbed after knowing that.
“It’s okay, I feel safe with you.”
He wanted to tell Harua that you usually don’t kick around a dead body, as the other seemed to do right now, but he had bigger problems. Nicholas gathered condoms and lube, just for good measure, not really sure if Harua did a good job prepping himself. Oh, to think he was so desperately wanting to get laid that he fingered himself, not thinking of anyone else, but him…
“Tell me if anything feels wrong, please.” Harua nodded again and Nicholas felt secure to keep going.
Nicholas put the condom on his cock and positioned himself between Harua's legs. He coated his member with a generous amount of lube and forced the head of his cock inside the younger man, watching attentively to catch any signs of discomfort, ready to stop everything if Harua wanted to. “Last chance to stop,” Nicholas whispered.
Harua reached up, cupped his face, and whispered back, “I want this—with you.”
Nicholas pushed forward slowly, the resistance giving way as he eased himself inch by inch. Harua gasped, nails digging lightly into Nicholas’ arms. The blonde kissed him through it, murmuring soft reassurances: “You’re perfect… so perfect… I’ve got you.”
Nicholas was overwhelmed by how easily he slid inside the younger man, watching in awe as Harua's pretty face contorted with pleasure.
The tight heat nearly undid him, but he held still until Harua nodded, urging him on. Gradually, he began to move, shallow thrusts that deepened with each roll of his hips. Holy fuck. His hips were moving on his own, trying so hard to be gentle, but it was nearly impossible since Harua kept making the prettiest noises and grabbing his back like he was desperate for more. Nicholas would give him more, harder, faster, whatever he wanted.
“Oh, fuck—” Harua’s moan broke into a whimper, his body clinging tight around him. Nicholas swallowed the sound with a kiss, moving with agonizing care until Harua’s whimpers turned into desperate pleas.
“More,” Harua breathed. “Please, harder—”
There it was, the confirmation that he needed. Nicholas’s rhythm picked up, their bodies sliding together in a raw, consuming rhythm. Harua wrapped his legs around Nicholas’s waist, pulling him deeper, and Nicholas felt so happy after letting go of the restraint that had been eating him alive.
Each thrust was a mix of pleasure and devotion, each kiss a vow. Harua’s hands tangled in his hair, his voice breaking with every moan, until Nicholas felt him shatter beneath him, clenching hard around him.
“Fuck, s’ so good!” Harua said in between shallow breaths. “Please, please, kiss me.”
And so they did. Their movements were becoming erratic, chasing their own pleasure, hands all over the place. He pumped Harua’s cock a few times and the guy spilled all over their bodies, white please consuming him whole. The intensity dragged Nicholas over the edge, a groan tearing from his throat as he spilled into the condom, collapsing against Harua’s chest.
They stayed tangled, slick with sweat, their breaths syncing again. Nicholas pressed his forehead against Harua’s, brushing his lips over his temple.
“I’m so, so in love with you is ridiculous,” he whispered, voice shaking.
Harua smiled through the haze, eyes wet but glowing. “I love you too. You’re too dumb for not noticing.”
Nicholas would not argue with that. Later that night, after they showered and changed the bedsheets, Harua took a photo of Nicholas resting on his torso. Nicholas laughed after seeing it and they decided to post it, but only after putting both their phones into silence mode. Not a single comment online would tear them apart right now, no doubt.