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Hanzawa didn’t often drink. Not because he was a lightweight or anything - he could hold his own even against the likes of someone who happened to enjoy drinking (such as his junior/coworker Miyano). He just didn’t feel the need to drink. But the one person who he couldn’t seem to face without the aid of alcohol was the person he had a giant crush on - Tashiro Gonzaburou.
And this was the third time in a week he had shown up at his apartment, just a bit past the point of tipsy.
“Again, senpai?” Tashiro asked as Hanzawa drunkenly leaned against the doorframe of his apartment’s entrance.
“If I don’t do this I can’t tell you I like you,” Hanzawa slurred. Tashiro sighed and moved out of the way, allowing him to stumble into the entryway. After a stumbling show of taking off his shoes, Hanzawa made his way deeper inside and then flopped belly first onto the couch with Tashiro hot on his heels.
“I understand you like me, at this point. I understood the first time you did this, too.” Tashiro said, lifting his legs and sitting on the couch with him. Hanzawa rolled over and looked at him with a pout.
“It’s not the same thing - for one, I never remember.”
“Then don’t drink,”
“I can’t do that. I have to drink so I can tell you I like you. Besides, you always act the same. You treat me the same no matter what,”
“Well, yeah. I like you coming over and doing this,” Tashiro said with a laugh.
Hanzawa frowned, “That’s not fair,”
“Oh, it’s plenty fair.” Tashiro leaned over, coming so close that Hanzawa could feel his breath brush across his lips.
“Is that so?” He reached up and draped his arms over Tashiro’s neck, locking his hands together and pulling him closer. “You’ll have to prove it to me then…”
Tashiro’s green eyes fluttered closed as their lips got closer and then…
He woke up.
“Wha..?” He looked around the room. It wasn’t his room, but it did seem awfully familiar. That green parka hanging off the hook on the door was certainly a clue but he had his answer when the door opened and Tashiro entered with a glass of water in one hand and what looked like some medicine in the other.
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” Tashiro spoke softly and made his way over to the bed. He sat down beside him and handed him the cup and medicine. “How are you feeling?”
Hanzawa went to answer but the slight movement sent a pain through his head. “Ow,”
He took the medicine without hesitation at that pain and Tashiro helped him lay back down.
“What happened?” Hanzawa asked his junior after the throbbing pain subsided enough.
”You got drunk, came to my place, passed out on my couch and I put you to bed.” Tashiro listed.
”That’s it?”
“What do you mean that’s it? What else was supposed to happen?”
Hanzawa internally frowned. He had hoped that his drunkenness would have made him more bold or perhaps his weakened state would have caused something to happen. His clothes had been changed to one of Tashiro’s shirts but his body felt fine - he didn’t feel sore in his hips or back and a quick glance at the mirror next to the bed proved that he didn’t have any marks or anything visible that would have indicated something had happened.
So all of that was for nothing.
“Senpai?” He snapped out of his stupor and brought his attention back to Tashiro. “Are you okay?”
He smiled at him “Yes, I’m fine. Aside from my headache anyway,”
“Alright. I’m going to make some breakfast. Miso soup is good, right?”
“Yes,” At this point, Tashiro knew exactly how Hanzawa enjoyed his morning meals. He had been doing this for months in the hopes that Tashiro would make a move but that didn’t seem to be happening, despite his efforts.
Tashiro nodded and then told him to take his time, gently stroking his hair (a gesture that made Hanzawa’s heart skip a beat) before leaving the room.
Once the door clicked shut, Hanzawa fell back into the bed, bringing the covers to his nose and basking in being surrounded by Tashiro’s scent. Tonight. For sure. I’ll make this happen even if it kills me.
Tahsiro sat on his couch, watching the clock. Waiting.
It had become routine at this point. Once a week, Hanzawa (his beloved senpai), would show up at his door reeking of booze and confess his feelings for Tashiro. He would then stumble into Tashiro’s apartment and fall onto the couch, where Tashiro would take care of him.
At first, it started innocently enough with Hanzawa just grabbing onto him and not letting go, but each visit seemed to make him even more bold and soon enough, they were making out on the couch until it got to be too much for his drunken mind and Hanzawa passed out. The farthest they had gone with him in this state was second base and that was all due to Hanzawa grabbing his hands and basically holding them against his chest while he rubbed against them.
Tashiro would never take advantage of him in his drunk state. It was part of the reason he kept telling him to come over sober (it was also why he didn’t leave any marks on his body - it made him feel guilty) but it turned out, Hanzawa was the type to forget what happened once he woke up the next day so it was a losing battle.
This week, however, had ended up being a bit different, with it being Golden Week and all. Hanzawa worked as a teacher at the same school as Miyano but due to the holiday, he didn't have to work. And instead, it seemed, he spent three of his seven days off getting hammered it seemed.
There was a heavy thud on the door at that moment.
Seems like he made it four. Tashiro thought. He got up and made it to the door after another thud.
“Yes, yes, senpai, I’m coming, I’m…” He trailed off. Hanzawa was indeed there. And he was indeed unsteady on his feet as if he was drunk but… that distinct scent of alcohol that typically accompanied him was nowhere to be found. “Senpai?”
“Tashiro Gonzaburou!” He pointed at him, slurring his speech in a way that seemed rehearsed. “I am in love with you!”
Tashiro’s brain short circuited. Nothing was adding up. Hanzawa wasn’t actually drunk, he was just acting that way. But why?
If I don’t do this I can’t tell you I like you.
“No way-” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them but he clapped a hand over his mouth - both to stop his senpai from seeing the massive grin breaking out across his face and to make sure nothing else slipped out.
His senpai that was always calm and collected, who had a smile on his face that never showed his emotions was pretending that he was drunk to trick himself into confessing sober. That’s way too adorable.
“Tashiro?” Hanzawa’s voice wavered a bit, the act breaking.
Don’t let him know you know, Gozaburou. Tashiro mentally scolded himself while he got into character. He played like the hand he had clapped over his mouth was actually a move of exhaustion and dragged it down.
“Senpai… this is the fourth time you’ve done this this week. I’m starting to worry about your liver,” Tashiro said with a small shake of his head as he leaned against the doorway, cocking his head slightly and crossing his arms over his chest.
He saw something flash across his senpai’s eyes but he couldn’t quite place what it was.
“My liver is none of your concern,” He slurred, wobbling on his feet.
“I think worrying about the health of the person I like is plenty normal, but alright,” Tashiro shrugged. Hanzawa went red up to his ears. This is way too fun. Tahsiro couldn’t help but laugh internally. Normally, it was Hanzawa who had the upper hand but right now, everything was in Tashiro’s favor.
Thinking about it for a moment, Tashiro decided to take the act a step further and stepped into the hall. Hanzawa gave him a weary look as he walked up to him. There was a pause as they just looked at each other before Tashiro scooped him up, bridal style.
“Wha-?!”
“You seem unsteady on your feet, senpai. I’m just trying to help,” Tashrio explained casually as he went back into his apartment. He carefully removed both his and Hanzawa’s shoes (somehow, without dropping him) and carried him to the couch.
As he went to place him down on his back in his normal manner, Hanzawa latched on, looping his arms around his neck and pulling him down on top of him.
“Whoa-!” Tashiro caught himself before he could put his full weight on him, using one hand on the back of the couch and the other by his side. “Senpai, be careful…”
He trailed off as he made eye contact with Hanzawa. His normal fox-like features were gone and he could fully see his eyes. His dark blue eyes were even darker than before, his desire written there for all to see. It was the normal look he gave him when they were alone, but unlike all the other times, this one wasn’t clouded by a haze of alcohol.
Oh? Tashiro took the silent invitation and brought his head down closer to Hanzawa’s. There was a slight pause as they looked at each other - silently communicating their consent - before Hanzawa tilted his head and pressed his lips against Tashiro’s.
At first that’s all it was, just a simple press of their lips together. When he pulled back, Tashiro couldn’t help but glance down at his lips, hoping to kiss them again and that seemed to be their undoing.
Hanzawa once again wrapped his arms around Tashiro’s neck and pulled him in, kissing him again, this time pressing his tongue against his lips in a soft plea for him to open them. Tashiro did as his partner wished and parted his lips which gave Hanzwa full advantage.
His tongue pressed forward, searching for the other man’s. Once it found its target, it pressed against it, rubbing and sliding in a way that made Tashiro just want to move onto the next stage.
“Senpai…” Tashiro panted against Hanzawa’s lips, pushing his tongue back. Hanzawa let out a soft moan as Tashiro’s tongue dominated his own. The noise spurred Tashiro on and he grabbed his waist and pressed his knee into his crotch, feeling the hardness and warmth.
Hanzawa pulled out of their kiss with a gasp, a silvery trail still connecting their lips, “Tashiro-kun-” He couldn’t help but grind back against his knee. He was so hard it hurt.
“Senpai… senpai…” Tashiro covered his mouth again with his own as his senpai continued to move against his leg, lifting his hips in an obscene way.
“Tashiro-kun… more…” Hanzawa let out between desperate kisses.
Tashiro didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed his senpai by his waist and in one swift movement had him straddling his lap. This didn’t stop Hanzawa’s movements though, as being in his lap just allowed him to grind against him harder.
Tashiro slipped his hands under Hanzawa’s shirt and dragged them up and down his sides in rhythm with his movements in his lap. His calloused hands from years of sports caused a delicious itchiness that his body couldn’t get enough of.
Everywhere he touches me feels amazing. Hanzawa’s hazy mind noted. Is this what it was like to have sex with the person you loved?
Tashiro’s hands wandered from his sides up to his chest, where he began to press and rub his thumbs against Hanzawa’s nipples. The sudden sensation caused Hanzawa to gasp and throw his head back, pressing his chest against Tashiro’s fingers.
Seeing the opportunity, Tashiro leaned in and lapped his tongue against his exposed throat, biting and sucking gently in time with his hands movements.
“Senpai,” Tashiro moved one hand from his chest down to his pants, quickly undoing the button and zipper. He couldn’t bring himself to touch him just yet. Not without verbal words of consent from his partner.
“Please,” Hanzawa’s voice sounded pitiful as he thrust his hips up towards Tashiro’s hand, desperately trying to gain any form of contact. “Touch me,”
It didn’t take much. Tashiro pushed his hand into Hanzawa’s underwear, wrapping his fingers around the other man’s member and drawing it out. The moment it was out in the open, Tashiro couldn’t help but take a moment to marvel at the situation.
Hanzawa Masato was a panting mess in his lap. His hard cock in the open air, dripping onto his hand. Hanzawa’s shirt was pushed up and his nipples were standing out proudly from his chest. His face was flushed and he was looking at Tashiro with eyes so filled with desire Tashiro thought he could see literal hearts shining.
He’s beautiful. The thought crossed his mind briefly before Hanzawa pounced on him, pushing his tongue into his mouth and pressing his whole body against his. In the heat of the moment, Hanzawa also reached down and took out Tashiro’s own throbbing member and began to pump his hand.
“Senpai!” Tashiro gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure. He began to mimic Hanzawa’s hand movements which caused the other man to moan into his mouth.
“Tashiro, I’m close-”
“Wait,” Tashiro pushed Hanzawa’s hand away and quickly grabbed both of their cocks in his hands, rubbing them together. Hanzawa let out a shuttering gasp and wrapped his arms around Tashiro’s neck once more, locking their mouths together as Tashiro brought them closer and closer to the edge. He ran his hands up into his hair and suddenly felt a spark flow through his hips.
“Oh!” He couldn’t help but throw his head back as his hips began to move in time with his partner’s hands. He subconsciously dragged Tashiro to his exposed throat, which was more than enough of an invitation for him as he began to suck and bite once more, harder than last time.
“Come for me, senpai,” Tashiro whispered as he passed his thumb over the head and pressed down. Hanzawa’s hips buckled as he saw white flash behind his eyes and he came. Tashiro didn’t stop moving his hand until Hanzawa’s knuckle white grip on his hair loosened and he collapsed against his chest.
They stayed like that for a moment, the only sound in the apartment was their heavy breaths. Hanzawa turned his head to look at Tashiro and saw that he was looking back at him.
They both leaned and shared a soft kiss, one that was completely different from the ones they had just shared. When Tashiro pulled away though, Hanzawa followed just a bit and they shared another look.
Tashiro gently nuzzled against him, silently asking if it was okay to go farther.
Hanzawa’s response was to glance down at their connected crotches. Both of their dicks were still hard - Tashiro’s seemed to be even harder than before if that was possible. He glanced back at Tashiro and gave him a seductive smile before slowly sinking to the floor and between his legs.
“Senpai…?”
“Shh… let me take care of you,” Hanzawa said softly and, while still making eye contact with his beloved junior, he took Tashiro’s cock into his mouth.
“Oh, shi-” Tashiro groaned and threw his head back, his hands immediately going to tangle themselves into Hanzawa’s hair.
Hanzawa ran his tongue around his cock, running it from the tip to as far down as he could reach with it still being in his mouth. As he pulled back, he let his tongue glide along it until it left his mouth with a pop. He grabbed it by the base and gave it a slow, through lick from the base to the tip before sliding it back into his mouth and bobbing his head.
He glanced up at his partner. He was utterly lost in the pleasure. His face was flushed and he had his head tilted back, focusing on the sensations of his senpai’s mouth against his cock. He was gently guiding Hanzawa’s movements with his hands that were tangled in his hair, pushing ever so slightly deeper each time Hanzawa’s head bobbed downward.
Tashiro was almost too big for him to take in fully but the thought of letting him into the deepest part of him he could reach left a tingling sensation in the pit of Hanzawa’s stomach so he was determined. He bobbed his head a couple more times before letting his member pop out of his mouth.
“Sen… pai…?” Tashiro panted, looking down at him with hazy eyes. He looked so confused about the fact that he had stopped. Hanzawa felt a rush of affection hit him. He wanted to take him deep into his throat. He wanted to feel his climax inside him.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, he once again took Tashiro’s cock into his mouth. He relaxed his jaw and slowly nuzzled his way down to the base. The deeper he took it, the tighter Tashiro’s grip got on his head as he kept going down until he hit the base.
His mouth was so full it hurt. It felt like he was going to suffocate. He looked up at Tashiro with tears forming in his eyes, and saw that the other man was just completely taken in by pleasure. He was looking down at him with red cheeks and a desperate look in his eyes.
“Sen…pai… feels… amazing…” Tashiro managed to gasp out.
He’s feeling so good… because of me…. The thought alone was enough to make Hanzawa melt. But he had to do more. He brought his hands up to Tashiro’s waist and gave him a gentle squeeze to push his hips forward so that he would thrust deeper into his mouth.
“Shit! You’re too sexy, senpai!” Whatever had been holding him back broke and Tashiro fully grabbed Hanzawa by the head and began to violently move his hips, fully fucking Hanzawa’s throat.
The pleasure shot right to his brain. He let out muffled moans with every thrust and as Tashiro’s thrusts got faster, he could feel him getting bigger and bigger.
“Senpai, I’m gonna cum-” Tashiro went to pull away but Hanzawa gripped his waist hard so that he would stay in place. Unable to hold back or move away, Tashiro ended up releasing directly into his throat. Hanzawa felt absolutely euphoric at the sensation of Tashiro’s cum shooting down his throat and felt his waist go numb at the same time - he came without having to be touched.
He swallowed down the last bits of cum from Tashiro’s (still not fully soft) cock as he let him pull away. He leaned against Tashiro’s thigh, somewhat spent but not ready to end the night. Tashiro gently rubbed his cheek, to which Hanzawa nuzzled into, kissing the palm of his hand as it passed by his lips.
“Are you okay?” Tashiro asked once they both had caught their breath. He had helped him back onto the couch and had cleaned them both up at this point.
Hanzawa smiled a true smile and wrapped himself around his partner, kissing him over and over - on the lips, his cheek and all the way to his ear where he took the opportunity to let his tongue trace the shell. Tashiro stiffened at the sensation but the arms that had automatically wrapped themselves around him gave him a squeeze.
“I want to feel you inside me,” Hanzawa whispered, his hand ghosting over Tashiro’s crotch. It immediately hardened under Hanzawa’s hand, almost as if his hand had a magnetic pull.
“I want to feel you fill me to the very brim. I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk in the morning. I-”
Before Hanzawa could finish his list, Tashiro picked him up bridal style and rushed him into the bedroom. He quite literally threw him onto the bed, and stripped off his shirt and what was left of the bottom half of his clothing before crawling on top of Hanzawa and stripping him of his shirt as well so they were both nude (Hanzawa’s pants and underwear had long since been lost to their previous play in the living room area).
As he made his way up his body, he left kisses and bites as he went, making sure to leave marks anywhere he thought they wouldn’t be seen. The inside of his thighs and chest got the worst of it. By the time Tashiro made it to his lips, Hanzawa was desperate and latched onto him like a hungry child.
As their tongues danced together, Tashiro reached for the nightstand and pulled out the lube and condoms he had been storing there. He had started keeping them there once Hanzawa’s drunk confessions began just in case things took a turn like this (he also mainly did it after consulting with Miyano - his fundashi ways came in handy sometimes).
Hanzawa wouldn’t let him go so he had to grope around blindly after thoroughly coating his fingers in lube but he eventually made his way down and sought out his hole.
Expecting some resistance, he started with only one finger but was surprised to find that he was able to enter with little to no resistance. He was then able to slip in a second, and soon a third.
Confused, he pulled away from their kiss long enough to give Hanzawa a look. Before he was able to voice his confusion, Hanzawa gave him a similar look back.
Still, he had to be sure.
“Senpai, did you…?”
“I wanted you inside me as soon as possible, of course I did.” Hanzawa stated simply as he locked his legs around his waist.
Oh, fuck, that’s hot. The thought crossed his mind as he met Hanzawa in another kiss before he pulled away again. While he didn’t have any real experience (the farthest he had ever gone was second base and that was with Hanzawa himself), Tashiro had been practicing how to put on a condom for a while now. He still needed to look while he did it though.
Once the condom was on, he was faced with reality.
He had his cock in his hand, directed at Hanzawa’s hole. He looked up at Hanzawa who was relaxed against his pillows. His cock was hard and leaking again and his hole was winking at him, clearly inviting him in. His nipples were hard, standing out proudly on his chest which was also covered in hickeys and bite marks that Tashiro had left there. His eyes then made it to his face.
The normally perfectly put together Hanzawa Masato was an utter wanton mess. His hair was sticking to his skin from the sweat, and his eyes were still slightly red from the deep throat he had given him. He was looking at Tashiro with a mix of love and desire. A look that shook the man to his core.
It was enough of a look that it almost made him come right then and there.
“Can you turn around, senpai?”
“Oh? Why?”
“If I keep looking at you right now I’m gonna cum before we get to do anything.” Honesty was the best policy.
Another wave of affection hit Hanzawa at Tashiro’s words. Biting back a laugh, he did as he was asked and flipped over, leaving his ass high in the air for easy access. Tashiro wanted to make sure he was comfortable, so he grabbed a couple pillows and propped them underneath his hips.
“Comfortable?”
“Mm… very. Now,” Hanzawa pressed his ass against Tashiro’s hardened member, making sure to move his hips as he did so. “Make me feel even better,”
Tashiro gulped but once again took his cock into his hand, positioned himself and then slowly moved his hips forward.
Hanzawa couldn’t help but moan as he finally got what he had been waiting for - Tashiro to fill him to the brim.
“So… mm big,”
“Senpai, you’re too tight… I’m gonna cum,”
“No! Hold it in, Gon-kun, please. Move!” Hanzawa moaned again and buried his face in Tashiro’s pillows, gyrating his hips to make some form of friction.
Seeing how desperate he was, Tashiro lost all sense of reason. He grabbed his senpai by the waist and slammed his hips into him, ramming directly into that special spot inside.
“Ah!” Hanzawa saw stars as the tip of Tashiro’s cock smashed into his pleasure spot in one go. He could feel his insides squeezing down on his partner’s cock, almost as if it was trying to milk him dry.
“Senpai, to… ugh, tight. Relax,” Tashiro groaned but didn't stop his movements.
“I can’t! You’re, mm, hitting that spot! It feels… ah, amazing…” Hanzawa panted, moving his hips in time with his thrusts so that he would hit that spot dead on.
Noticing this, Tashiro changed his position, angling himself so that he would brush against it with each thrust, rather than slam into it. He didn’t want this to end too soon.
“Oh… mm… Gon, right… there!”
“Here, senpai?”
“Yes! That spot!”
The pleasure flew away to Hanzawa’s head, making him lose all inhibitions. He gyrated his hips in time with every thrust and moved his whole body along the bed, dragging his chest across the blankets in hopes of getting some type of friction against his nipples.
Seeing his movements, Tashiro leaned over and brought his hands from his waist to his chest, groping at it and pinching his nipples as he bit down on the back of his neck, pressing his cock as deep into Hanzawa as it could go.
“I’m gonna… cum,”
“Cum, Masato-san. Cum for me,” Tashiro whispered in his ear, one of his hands moving away from his nipple to take Hanzawa’s dripping member into his hand. He began to move his hand roughly along its length, pressing his thumb against the tip.
“Cumming!” Hanzawa threw his head back as he felt the pleasure fill his hips, making them go numb. Tashiro caught him by the throat and covered his mouth with his own, swallowing his cries as he came. Tashiro didn’t stop moving his hand or his hips until Hanzawa went limp.
He pulled away, placing a kiss on the side of his mouth as he gently pulled out and flipped him over.
“No,” Hanzawa wrapped his legs around his waist and pulled him back. Tashiro’s still rock hard dick easily slipped back into the hole it had just vacated and Hanzawa let out a small, satisfied sigh.
“But-”
“Shh,” Hanzawa tiredly raised a finger to his lips. He had come 3 times in a very short amount of time, he was exhausted but this more important. “You haven’t cum yet,”
“I’m fine.” Tashiro smiled at him and kissed the tip of his finger
“No,” Hanzawa repeated, and once again wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He kissed him, moving his tongue around in a similar fashion to how Tashiro had been moving his hips just a moment before. “Fuck me until you cum, Gonzaburou.”
The rest of the night was a blur of skin smacking against skin, sloppy kisses and pleasure filled cries. Hanzawa lost count of how many times he had cum under Tashiro’s hand, just as Tashiro lost count of how many times he had cum as well. He knew he had done it enough to run out of condoms but he had lost count (and control) after that.
They collapsed together into a sweaty, sticky pile on the bed, both of their bodies finally giving out. Tashiro rolled off to the side so as to not put his full weight on Hanzawa’s already exhausted body. Hanzawa reached out for him though and ended up cuddling up next to him.
Tashiro kissed the top of his head, then his forehead, temple, cheeks, nose and finally his lips. Hanzawa wanted to say something, to tell him how amazing it had been, but his body was at its limit. As Tashiro pulled away, he managed a quiet, “Love you, Gon-kun…” before the exhaustion hit him and he faded away.
He didn’t see Tashiro’s simple, giddy smile or notice how he carefully carried him to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He didn’t realize that once Tashiro put him back down in the (now thoroughly cleaned up) bed, he reached out for him again and pulled him down, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. He didn’t notice how Tashiro squeezed him, and kissed him again before both of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
What he did notice, however, was that when he awoke, Tashiro was still there, his arm around his waist and his other under Hanzawa’s head like a pillow. He had put a glass of water by the bed with some pain pills, and a simple note that read: I love you too, Masato-san.