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Yushi wakes up feeling hot all over despite the cold temperature that's been particularly annoying to him these days. If he could, he would remove the comforter weighting on his side, but an arm is thrown over his own between the layers, he now also vaguely registers thighs hugging one of his legs and puffs of air periodically blowing over his bangs. Yushi's eyes blink open to meet tan skin and a clavicle that disappears into a loose sleep shirt.
Right, body heat is much more efficient than a blanket, he has yesterday's version of himself to thank for that thought. He's in Riku's room.
He realizes now the position he's in, hands plastered on Riku's torso, one thigh over the other's hip while he's losing circulation in the second one from where it's pressed between Riku's. His first instinct is to indulge, fall right back asleep in his friend's arms and ignore the abnormal pace his heart rate is starting to take, and yet it's a with a pure instinctual spasm of panic that he tries to scoot away. Which is successful for maybe a whole centimeter at best because his back hits a wall.
It causes Riku to strr, the hand on his waist slipping from probably having his knuckles knock against the wall with Yushi's back, but most stressingly the thigh that's occupying space between Yushi's legs decides to move up, if only slightly, and still well enough to press against his crotch. Yushi realizes a little too late that he's been half hard since waking up and a gasp that breaks the silence between them follows the movement.
His mouth snaps shut immediately. His fingers have dug into Riku's top and he hopes it's not enough for the other to wake up, he's light sleeper. He thinks about moving but considering Riku's weight is holding down at least three of his limbs it doesn't look too promising and chooses to manifest a quick and sudden death instead to save himself the embarrassment that is bound to happen. He can feel his ears burning.
With every slight shift Yushi tries to make to move slightly away from Riku's thigh, the other's body follows and it's really not like he's chasing friction right now but it's finding him anyway and he is definitely growing to be fully hard at this point.
He's lost his mind, that's the conclusion he reaches when he starts tapping on the other's chest like he's losing a boxing match.
“Riku.” He says when Riku stays unresponsive but it's also the first thing that comes out of his mouth this morning, it's too loud and it sounds both rough and raw, to Yushi's own ears it's almost a little explicit. Or maybe that's just what he usually feels around the letters of that name. It's somehow unfortunate enough that he flushes from head to toe at his own voice and kind of hopes it doesn't wake Riku up at all in the end.
But there's a shift in his breathing, the hand on Yushi's waist squeezing his skin, it makes it pretty easy to recognize that he stopped sleeping.
He can feel Riku's lips stretch around a yawn on his forehead. it feels like a hot wax seal just burned itself all over him when he realizes that he’ll have to let him know of the situation he's in, caged between Riku and the wall with him basically unknowingly doing the knee thing to him. He angles his face slightly down, letting Yushi watch him bat his eyelashes open, his lips are puffy from sleep and he looks so cute right now but that's a dangerous thing for Yushi to be thinking about in this particular moment.
Out of Yushi's list of unfortunate things that could have happened when Riku woke up, what he does next is actually exceptionally high up. Riku shifts, like he wants to bring Yushi closer into his arms, but it's followed by an obvious pause.
“Oh. Yushi you're-”
He stops talking and takes in a breath that sounds a lot like a gasp, maybe because Yushi’s hands have travelled up to his shoulders and dug a bit too hard in his skin. Or maybe he did some other terrible thing like have his dick twitch in his pants while it’s still snug right against Riku’s skin. Honestly he can’t be sure because he’s just trying really hard not to moan right now.
“Can you, um, your.. Your leg. It's..”
He manages to mutter, although it is a bit strangled and also completely incoherent. He's honestly not even sure if Riku got the message because he's sort of still just staring at him. It might be because Yushi doesn't make any effort to move either or because he keeps his hands firmly planted on Riku's body that the other doesn't move an inch. Riku's always known how to read him the best.
“What do you want me to do with it?” He whispers back after a beat. “This?”
Yushi actually flinches at the pressure when Riku's thigh purposely pushes against his bulge. There's a very firm voice in the back of his mind talking about shit like boundaries and lines that shouldn't be crossed, and yet Yushi doesn't register a word of it because his body is screaming way louder for more contact with the pretty boy touching him.
He's way too embarrassed to say anything back to Riku so he nods, a small and stiff movement he finds the courage to do because Riku looks anything but grossed out right now. He starts praying it's not just his deranged horny brain that's warping the other into looking like he's actually into it.
He must be though, because he does it again. He's pressing his thigh between Yushi's legs while he holds down his waist and Yushi honestly can't read his thoughts or intentions at all. Not that he really could with how floaty he feels anyway. The fingers on his hip twitch and Riku huffs a breath as he buries his face back in Yushi's hair, like he just realized what he's doing and got shy about it.
“Is this really okay?”
There's many ways Yushi could interpret this. Can I really touch you? Should we even do this? Won't we be in trouble? And Yushi decides that the answer to all of those is yes. He nods again, nudging Riku's chin with his forehead. And to be honest he's scared out of his mind, he's in his member's bed, in his arms. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have made excuses to himself, he would have made a way out of their grip no matter the embarrassment that could have followed, but it's Riku.
Riku's always been something else entirely. Someone that makes Yushi act out, that makes him say or do things he cringes over afterwards because he's terrified of how obvious he can be about the crush he has on him. This scenario, this situation rather that he's in right now, it's something that he's fantasized about so much he can't be sure he's not just still sleeping.
“Were you dreaming of me?” Riku says like he's been reading Yushi's thoughts. He starts moving with him again, guiding Yushi's hips into grinding against his thigh. “Because, you know, last night when you fell asleep, you were sleep talking.”
Now that makes his heart stop for a beat, following Riku into his bed and shamelessly cuddling him to sleep is one thing, but if he has no control over what he lets Riku on about the dreams he's usually in that's another. His fingers shake from where they stay on Riku's shoulders, he wants to roam them down his arms, his torso, he's trying so hard not to touch him more than he should.
“You kept saying my name all soft.”
Riku angles his face back down to meet Yushi's, he's flushed pink. His eyes half lidded but still definitely completely awake this time. “You really drive me crazy. How can I sleep after that.” He whispers and Yushi fixates on how sexy his voice sounds after waking up, low and intimate and only for Yushi.
“M'sorry.”
They're so close, their lower bodies are pressed tight and moving together in a way that has Yushi coming short for breath. Riku's nose is basically bumping with his own, it would be incredibly easy for one of them to make their mouths align and meet.
Riku makes this little sound, a soft ah like the way Yushi moves on his leg felt good for him too somehow, and Yushi loses it then because he doesn't really think Riku will push him off at this point and he couldn't care less for the consequences of what they're doing when the other sounds and looks like this. He tilts his chin upwards, ghosts his lips over Riku's and then because he's still Yushi after all, he hesitates, but Riku doesn't let him. Their mouths crash almost painfully at first but soon after all he feels is the plush warmth of Riku's lips on his as they move in tandem with their hips.
Yushi shifts upwards, to kiss him more comfortably and as he does so, the leg that's trapped between Riku's own meets the hardness in between. The other makes that sound again, letting Yushi swallow it as his mouth drops slightly open to let their tongues meet. He presses on it, already in a set rhythm, like Riku did to him moments ago. He wants to hear him again and again.
Riku's hand travels up his back and settles on his nape, it allows him to guide him flat on the mattress as he uses his other arm to level himself up on top of him. Like this, Riku finds a place between his legs and grinds down when he comes to kiss him again. It feels even better, this position, Yushi feels as if he could melt into the sheets under the older boy. He's the one moaning this time, much louder than the other too which he doesn't focus on because Riku tongue is inside his mouth and that's more important than the sounds it pulls out of him.
He lets his hands explore Riku's body as much as he wants this time. And to be honest he's already touched him before, he's felt the curve of his neck, the lean muscles and the soft skin of his hands, but now it's with intent, it's undisguised. They go straight to the hem of his shirt and slip under, tracing up his abdomen to his chest.
“You're so hot.” He tells him between kisses.
Riku's eyes are blown dark and dilated when he separates their faces and Yushi thinks he might be throbbing inside his pants from how much he wants him. He feels Riku's own boner slide with his own and lets himself drown in the fact that Riku wants him too. He's dizzy and there's a burning buzz underneath his skin.
He lets the other pant over his lips until it's too much, he needs to kiss him so fucking bad he thinks he's lost his mind again. It's almost absurd to think he hasn't kissed him before, Riku's bottom lip is soft and tender between his teeth, it's hot and searing against his own. He can't think of something else he'd rather be doing. Riku's thumb strokes his cheek and moves his jaw in a way that has Yushi open and pliant for Riku's tongue to lick at the seams.
His hands travel to RIku's back, feeling down the curve of his spine until he claws at his ass unashamed. It pulls a satisfying whimper out of him.
“Oh. My Yuu-chan.” He says, words dragging over his chin. “Want to touch you.”
That nickname always flusters him, he bites down on a shy smile, ears burning.
Riku tugs at Yushi's shirt for him to move forward enough to shrug it off and starts mouthing down his neck hungrily. He licks at his skin and Yushi can tell he's making a conscious effort not to suck it into his mouth knowing they can't make obvious bruises but it affects him all the same and this time he's a little more self conscious of the moans Riku rips out of him when he's not there to drink them directly out of his mouth.
Riku's hands are everywhere on him, his sides and hips down to his knees. Rubbing and squeezing his flesh while his mouth moves down to his chest, when he's level with Yushi's nipple he wastes no time licking over it tentatively. It's probably Yushi's hands rushing to tangle themselves into his hair that pushes him to suck it into his mouth. It's hot and wet and Yushi never would have imagined such a feeling from this sort of thing but he hisses and his back arches without him meaning to.
Yushi's making so much tiny whimpers and God, it feels so weird. But Riku marks the entire area, sucking and licking at his nipples until it's glaring red and then biting into the skin of his pecs, leaving hickeys he knows nobody will see. He kisses down his chest towards his navel and Yushi feels so horny and desperate that from this angle he's come to rutting against Riku's own abdomen for some more friction.
But Riku's hands pin his hips to the bed, fingers hooked in his waistband. “Can I?”
His eyes are glazed over with want but his red cheeks are slightly puffed in that way Riku always does while his lips are darkened from use. Yushi wonders how could someone still look this cute in that state.
“Riku.” He only says, feeling dumb from lust, but he frantically nods.
His pyjama pants are off in a matter of seconds and with it he feels his own cock spring up and bob back against his lower belly. He hadn't thought that far ahead, of Riku seeing him completely bare, but now he can't bear to see a reaction so he whips his head to the side and hides his face in the pillow for some peace of mind.
It leaves him unprepared for when Riku spits a glob of saliva directly on his dick, he jolts at the cool wetness that immediatly runs down his length. Yushi turns to maybe glare at him for it and instead watches as the other chases it with his tongue, licking it back up. Yushi can see the spit pooling at the seam of his tongue as he moves it up to spread onto his tip. He whimpers at both the sight and the feeling.
“Say my name again.”
Riku's lips drag against his cock with the request and Yushi really has no choice but to moan it out. He wonders if maybe Riku wanted to do this last night when he heard Yushi call out his name in his sleep. To be honest he has no recollection of the dreams he had but it must have been something like this, with Riku taking the head of his cock into his mouth and sucking it with round brown eyes looking up at him.
He can't help the way he whimpers through it, Yushi hasn't been touched in this way in years, and even then his sexual experience isn't so broad. Every time he says Riku's name the latter inches lower down his length, bobbing up and down without breaking the way he's looking at Yushi through his eyelashes for reactions, even though Yushi struggles at keeping up with the actual eye contact. He looks so beautiful, he always does, and now with his lips stretched around him it feels like way too much of a visual.
“Riku, I'm, ah, not gonna last.”
He says it as a warning, a nicer way of phrasing that he's gonna come in his mouth literally any moment now but the older only speeds up his pace. Riku sucks his entire cock into his mouth and he's being messy with it, saliva escaping his mouth and trailing down his own chin and Yushi's balls, he makes these small groans with every push of Yushi's tip against the back of his throat and it resonates all the way to Yushi's belly. There's a steady pace of tongue and lips and warmth all around him and Yushi feels his insides tighten in a familiar way. He struggles at tearing Riku off of him by his hair because the other only moans at the pain and stays firmly in his spot so he comes with a cry and flinches at Riku who keeps swallowing his load still deep on his dick. A shock of overstimulation shoots down his spine.
His vision is still spotty with white when Riku climbs up his body to sit on his chest. For a moment he just stays there staring down at him, pushing strands of Yushi's sweaty bangs out of his face.
“Yuu-chan, open your mouth.”
He wonders if he's become delirious when Yushi's first thought is that maybe he'll spit again, without being mad about the concept at all this time. Still he opens his mouth, tongue slightly lolling out which Riku finds with a finger. He drags it deep into his mouth before caressing the inside of cheek, stretching out the shape of his lips.
Yushi's eyes find Riku's tented crotch, mere inches away from his face, once his brain turns back on, and his mouth salivates around the finger intruding it. He wants to reach out and pull down the shorts that's obstructing him from hopefully getting face fucked right now but Riku beats him to it, tugging them down only enough to free his cock. It hangs heavy above Yushi's chin and still open mouth, pink at the tip but a slightly darker shade than the rest of his body.
Yushi wants to lick up the vein he can see running down the length of Riku's dick, but the way he's sitting with his thighs holding down Yushi's shoulder has him completely pinned against the pillow. And yet he's still there staring at it with his mouth parted and ready while Riku takes another moment to look down at him. Even with the way Riku's panting, betraying his own excitement, Yushi feels dirty and desperate. He realizes how humiliating this position is but even with burning cheeks his obviously twisted mind is telling him how bad he wants to cry and beg for it.
He manages to tear his eyes off Riku's cock to look up and meet his gaze, his jaw feels uncomfortable holding his mouth open for so long without purpose but he doesn't want to close it anyway, because Riku told him to. The other bites his lip before shifting on his knees to sit up a little, one of his hands find the headboard while the other guides his own cock against Yushi's lower lip. His tongue darts out to taste it, it's already wet with precum.
Riku moans before pushing his dick between Yushi's open lips, his face scrunches up at the motion. He feels so fucking thick inside his mouth Yushi tries really hard not to gag when he starts thrusting it in deeper, humming around the stretch instead. Yushi finds out that Riku's not so gentle when it comes to this because he feels the tip of his cock slide in the back of his throat scarily fast, he also finds that he wouldn't have it any other way even if his lashline fills up with tears and his throat burns with the efforts of keeping himself from gagging at the feeling.
Yushi's hands find Riku's thighs for support, digging crescent shaped marks into his flesh where his nails have dug. The thrusts of Riku's cock makes his mind even cloudier than it was when he was the one receiving head, he focuses his entire attention on the slide of it going into his mouth, tries to suck and swallow around him even though it doesn't match Riku's hurried pace. He feels like a slut when he realizes he's moaning louder than Riku is.
He didn't realize Riku could even go harder than this, but his hand settles in Yushi's bedhead and he shifts slightly upwards to accelerate his thrusts and Yushi really is crying now, he feels tears fall down the sides of his face. His fingers scratch up Riku's thighs to tug down his shorts instead, letting the waistband fall right bellow the swell of his ass so that he can grope it all he wants.
“You feel so good.” Riku pants from above, his eyes are squeezed shut this time. If he could Yushi would tell him that he feels good too, that he tastes nice, that he thinks he might be hard again.
He squeezes at his ass instead, his eyes rolling in the back of his head with the way Riku abuses his mouth. It's getting hard to breathe through his nose, spit making a mess of the lower half of his face with every slide inside.
Riku's pants become ragged, his hips stutter a few times as he reaches climax. He thrusts in deep before halting and Yushi has to swallow around the hot liquid pouring down his throat. He feels crazy thinking about how he now knows what Riku tastes like when he comes.
“Are you okay?” He asks as he takes his spent cock out of Yushi's mouth, looking down with drawn eyebrows. Yushi gasps at the newfound freedom to use his throat to breathe but even that sounds wet and rough.
He nods, having probably experienced the hottest thing he's ever done, as Riku's hands smooth down his hair and fuss about on his face, probably wiping spit and tears. It takes Riku moving back down his body for them to completely undress, simply because their remaining clothes are in a nasty condition at this point. Riku tucks them both back into bed and there's a sudden awkardness around them, naked under the sheets.
But Riku's arms find Yushi's middle again, pulling him in. “Was it as good as your dream?” He teases with a smile.
“Shut up.”
Both of their eyes widen at Yushi's voice, weak and broken. He'll have to fake a cold, he realizes, and he's lucky enough that Riku only left marks in places it would go unseen by fans or staff. Still, he's glad promotions are over.
“Sorry, Yuu-chan. Was I mean?”
His eyes travel down Yushi's neck and flit back up to his lips, closing the space between them to peck him before he can answer. They kiss sweetly and Yushi doesn't care at all about his voice right now, he just wants to keep doing this. It's easy to fall back alseep in each other's arms, it was just as easy yesterday, but it's even easier to wake up entangled a few hours later knowing they don't have a schedule today.