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Idia didn’t remember exactly how he’d ended up in this situation. Or rather, he preferred not to remember. It was way too embarrassing.
There he was, kneeling on the floor of his own room, right between Azul Ashengrotto’s legs.
It had all started as a normal game of chess. Something innocent and routine for the Board Game Club. A huge mistake.
If Idia had known how the night would end, he never would have opened the door. But it was too late now.
At first, everything seemed normal. They were both sitting on the floor of Idia’s dorm room with the chessboard between them. At some point, however, Azul had moved closer, subtly circling the board. Not enough to look obvious… just enough to completely ruin Idia’s concentration.
Their knees brushed.
Idia felt like his soul had left his body.
“…Azul-san.”
“Yes?”
“You’re too close.”
Azul raised an elegant eyebrow.
“Do you think so?”
‘Don’t make that face,’ Idia screamed internally.
Because Azul didn’t even seem to be provoking him on purpose. Everything about him was annoyingly natural: his calm voice, his elegant posture, the way he analyzed every single one of Idia’s reactions like he was reading an open book. It was unfair. Completely unfair.
“If it’s affecting your concentration that much, perhaps you should just admit you’re losing,” Azul said softly.
That instantly struck Idia’s pride.
“Nah. Don’t spread fake news.”
Azul let out a low nasal laugh, and that sound alone was enough to make Idia feel things he definitely shouldn’t.
The game continued in heavy silence. Every move felt like it had a double meaning. Every time Idia looked up, he met those blue eyes watching him with way too much attention.
“Checkmate in three moves,” Azul announced calmly.
Idia had already seen it coming, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the way Azul rested his cheek on his hand, looking at him with that soft, attentive expression that should be illegal.
Idia let out a sharp breath and dropped his piece onto the board.
“Nah. I surrender. This game is cursed. I can’t play like this.”
“Giving up so quickly?” Azul asked, clearly amused.
“Bro, my ability to think died like twenty minutes ago.”
Azul chuckled softly and, with total naturalness, stood up and sat on Idia’s bed like it was his own. Idia tried to ignore him and pick up the pieces, but when he looked up, he found Azul staring straight at him. No polite smile this time. Just… staring.
“What?” Idia muttered, avoiding his eyes.
Azul took a few seconds before answering.
“Nothing.”
Liar.
“Don’t look at me so much,” Idia finally blurted out.
“Does that bother you?”
Yes. A lot. But admitting it would be digging his own grave.
“It’s not that… It’s just weird. You’re weird. This whole situation is weird. It has very suspicious energy.”
Azul repeated in an amused tone:
“‘Suspicious energy’?”
“Yeah. Like right before an emotional boss fight. And I don’t want to participate.”
Azul laughed again, soft and low. Idia was about to tell him to stop laughing like that when he felt movement on the bed. Before he could react, Azul had already leaned toward him.
Too close.
“Then I shouldn’t keep laughing,” he whispered.
Idia’s hair exploded into a bright pink, sparks flying everywhere. He tried to look away, but Azul gently grabbed his wrist and pulled him forward. Idia lost his balance in the most pathetic way possible and ended up exactly where he was now: kneeling between Azul’s legs.
The octopus looked at him with an oddly soft expression.
“Your hair changed color again,” he commented.
“Shut up! It’s not my fault this situation has built-in visual effects…”
Azul let out a low, dark chuckle, clearly delighted by his reaction. Without giving him time to recover, he grabbed Idia firmly by the waist with both hands and pulled him up with ease. Idia let out a choked sound as he suddenly found himself on the bed, straddling Azul’s thighs.
“Azul-san… wait—!”
“Shh.” Azul silenced him gently, but his hands didn’t let go. Instead, they gripped Idia’s hips tighter, pressing him down against his body. “I want you to ride me, Idia.”
Idia froze, his face burning bright red. His hair flared violently in shades of pink and magenta, sparks falling onto Azul’s chest.
“I… I can’t… this is way above my level, bro…” he stammered, trying to hide his face.
Azul smiled with that dangerous elegance and slowly rolled his hips up, rubbing his erection against Idia’s through their clothes. The moan that escaped the pink-haired boy was pathetic and delicious.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it,” Azul murmured against his ear, voice low and controlled. “You’re shaking on top of me… and already so hard. Move, darling. I want to see you lose control while you ride me.”
His hands guided Idia’s hips firmly, forcing him to rock against him. At first the movement was clumsy and embarrassed, but little by little Idia started following the rhythm Azul set, grinding with more desperation.
“Just like that…” Azul whispered, watching him with half-lidded eyes. “You look so pretty when you obey. So sensitive… so desperate.”
“D-don’t say that… fuck…” Idia moaned, burying his face in Azul’s neck. His body, however, kept moving, seeking more friction.
Azul let out a soft laugh and slid one hand down to his ass, squeezing possessively as he guided him faster.
“Look at me,” he ordered softly.
Idia lifted his head with effort, eyes glassy and hair a mess of pink flames. Azul watched him with restrained hunger.
“Good boy,” he praised in a low voice. That simple phrase made Idia moan louder and clench his thighs around Azul’s hips. “So obedient when you’re horny… I love discovering this side of you.”
Azul slipped his hands under Idia’s shirt, caressing his hot skin and slowly moving up until he pinched a nipple. Idia arched with a sharp whimper.
“Ah—! Azul-san…!”
“Keep moving,” Azul ordered, his voice still elegant but darker. “I want you grinding against me until you’re begging me to fuck you properly.”
Idia obeyed with broken moans, moving his hips in increasingly desperate circles. Every soft praise from Azul made him worse. Every order spoken in that calm voice melted him a little more.
“You’re soaking your underwear, aren’t you?” Azul whispered against his neck, biting gently. “How dirty… and all for me.”
Idia could only moan in response, completely lost.
Azul smiled in satisfaction and, without warning, flipped Idia onto the bed, positioning himself on top. His hands went straight to Idia’s shirt.
“Arms up.”
Idia obeyed, cheeks burning. Azul slowly removed his shirt, savoring every inch of pale skin. Then he slid down Idia’s sweatpants and underwear in one smooth motion, leaving him completely naked beneath him.
Idia instinctively tried to close his legs, but Azul stopped him, spreading his thighs with his hands.
“Don’t hide,” he murmured, voice soft but firm. “I want to see all of you.”
Azul took his time admiring him. Idia was hard, flushed, and already leaking onto his own stomach. His hair burned a vivid pink, lighting up the room with warm tones.
“So pretty…” Azul praised as he leaned down, kissing his collarbone and slowly moving down his chest. He gently bit a nipple, drawing a sharp moan from Idia. “And so sensitive here too.”
“Azul-san… please…” Idia begged, voice broken.
Azul smiled against his skin. He slid a hand between his legs and brushed two fingers against his entrance, pressing lightly.
“You’re trembling. Do you want it that badly?”
Without waiting for an answer, Azul sat up for a moment, grabbed his phone from the edge of the bed, and placed it at the perfect angle on the nightstand, pointing directly at them. He turned on the camera and started recording.
Idia’s eyes widened.
“W-wait… what are you doing?! Don’t record this, bro—!”
Azul leaned over him, pinning both of Idia’s wrists above his head with one hand while looking at him with that elegant, dangerous smile.
“I want a memory of how you fall apart for me,” he whispered close to his mouth. “I want to watch it later… see how you moan my name, how you cum while I prepare you. Doesn’t that seem fair?”
Idia let out a mortified moan and hid his face in his arm, but his body arched traitorously when he felt Azul press a lubricated finger against his entrance.
“Relax…” Azul murmured, kissing his neck. “I’m just going to prepare you properly. I don’t want to hurt you when I fuck you.”
He slowly pushed the first finger in, moving it patiently while watching every reaction. Idia let out a long, shaky gasp, gripping the sheets.
“Ah… fuck… Azul-san…”
“So tight…” Azul commented, voice husky, adding a second finger shortly after. He curled them with precision, searching for that sensitive spot. “But you open up so well for me. Good boy.”
Idia moaned louder when Azul found his prostate and began rubbing it with slow, deliberate strokes. His hips moved on their own, seeking more. The phone kept recording every sound, every spasm, every pink spark flying from his hair.
“Look at you…” Azul whispered, speeding up his fingers a little. “So wet and hot inside. Imagine how this is going to look later… how you writhe while I finger you.”
“Stop… don’t say that while you’re recording…” Idia pleaded, though his voice sounded more aroused than upset.
Azul chuckled lowly and added a third finger, stretching him more intensely while continuing to mercilessly stimulate that spot.
“You’re going to cum like this first,” he ordered calmly. “I want to see you fall apart on camera before I put my cock in you.”
Azul kept moving his three fingers with precision, curling them again and again against that sensitive spot inside Idia. The rhythm was steady and relentless, and every brush made the pink-haired boy’s body jolt.
“Ah—! Ahh… Azul-san… right there, right there—!” Idia moaned uncontrollably, hips moving on their own against the fingers.
“Here?” Azul pressed harder and faster, never looking away from his face. “You have such a pretty voice when you’re about to cum… Don’t turn away. I want the camera to see you clearly.”
Idia let out a mortified sob, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. His hair flared violently in shades of pink and red, sparks flying everywhere. His body suddenly tensed, inner muscles clenching hard around Azul’s fingers.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum… please—”
“Do it,” Azul ordered, voice low and rough. “Cum for me, Idia. I want to see it.”
With a choked, shaky cry, Idia came hard. His back arched violently as thick white ropes landed on his own stomach and chest. His whole body convulsed around Azul’s fingers, who didn’t stop stimulating him until he’d wrung out every last drop.
Idia was left panting, trembling, eyes glassy and mouth open. Small sparks still fell from his hair.
Azul slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, licking them deliberately while watching Idia.
“Delicious…” he murmured.
Then he stood up, removed his shirt and pants, freeing his erection. It was hard, flushed, and leaking. Idia stared with wide eyes, still recovering from his orgasm.
Azul adjusted the phone once more to get a better view of Idia’s naked, marked body, then let it keep recording.
“Now comes the best part,” he whispered.
He positioned himself between Idia’s legs, lifted his hips with both hands, and pressed the head of his cock against the still-sensitive, lubed entrance.
“Breathe…” he said softly, though his eyes burned with desire. “I’m going to put it all in.”
And without further warning, he pushed forward.
Idia let out a long, broken moan as he felt Azul stretching him open inch by inch, filling him completely. He was big and hot, sinking so deep that Idia felt like he couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck… too much…” he moaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
“You’re taking me so well…” Azul let out a low groan, closing his eyes for a second in pleasure. “So tight and hot inside… Perfect.”
Once he was fully inside, Azul stayed still for a few moments, savoring the feeling and letting Idia adjust. Then he started moving — slow and deep at first, then faster and firmer.
Every time he bottomed out, Idia let out a sharp moan. The camera kept recording everything: his expressions, the movement of his hips, how his hair flared wildly, and how his cock — already half-hard again — stiffened against his stomach.
“Azul-san… ahh! Slower… or I’m gonna lose my mind…” he begged.
Azul smiled arrogantly and leaned over him, pinning his wrists to the pillow as he picked up the pace.
“No. I want you to cum again while I fuck you,” he whispered against his mouth. “And I want the recording to capture every second of you falling apart with my cock inside you.”
Azul fucked him with both force and elegance. Deep, controlled thrusts that made Idia moan uncontrollably, his body trembling beneath him. They changed positions twice: first with Idia riding him like he’d asked, moving clumsily while Azul guided his hips; then on their sides, Azul pressed against his back, whispering how tight he was and how good he felt.
The camera kept recording everything.
Idia came a second time with a broken sob, untouched, just from the precise thrusts against his prostate. His hair flared so intensely it lit up the entire room in pink for a moment.
Azul didn’t last much longer. He gripped Idia’s hips tightly and buried himself to the hilt one final time, cumming inside him with a low, elegant groan. Idia felt the wet heat filling him and let out a weak whimper, completely overstimulated.
When it was over, the room fell silent, broken only by their heavy breathing.
Azul stopped the recording and set the phone aside. Then he leaned over Idia, kissing his forehead, his flushed cheeks, and his parted lips gently. The contrast between the dominant Azul from minutes ago and this soft, careful one was almost ridiculous.
“…You’re incredible,” he murmured against his skin, running his fingers through the now-calmer pink flames. “So sensitive, so loud… and so mine in these moments.”
Idia let out a mortified moan and hid his face in Azul’s chest.
“Don’t… don’t record that ever again…” he protested weakly, though his voice sounded far too satisfied to be believable.
Azul chuckled softly and hugged him tighter, stroking his back slowly.
“We’ll see,” he replied with that dangerous smile. “Maybe I’ll show it to you later… so you can see how beautiful you look when you fall apart for me.”
Idia only let out a pitiful whine and curled up closer to him, exhausted, sticky, and still trembling slightly. Azul kissed the top of his head and whispered:
“Rest a little. I’ll clean you up and bring you water later, okay?”
The next morning, Idia was curled up under several layers of blankets, body sore and face buried in his pillow. He had no intention of leaving his bed all day.
The door opened softly.
“Nii-chan…” Ortho’s voice sounded genuinely worried. “Are you awake?”
Idia tensed.
“…No. I’m offline. Come back later.”
Ortho floated over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“I heard you crying a lot last night… You were making really loud noises and sounded like you were in pain. You kept saying ‘please’ and ‘too much.’ I stayed outside your door for almost an hour because I didn’t know if I should come in. I was really worried…”
Idia felt his soul leave his body.
‘Kill me. Kill me now.’
“I wasn’t crying…” he muttered hoarsely. “It was… a boss fight. Really hard. Lots of post-traumatic stress.”
Ortho tilted his head.
“But I also heard Azul-san’s voice. It sounded like he was… encouraging you? He kept saying ‘good boy’ and ‘you look so beautiful like this.’ Were you playing something really intense?”
Idia let out a strangled sound and pulled the pillow over his entire head.
“Ortho… I’m begging you… delete that memory. Format everything. Please.”
Right then, the door opened again.
Azul entered with perfect calm, carrying a tray with tea and light breakfast, an elegant smile on his lips.
“Good morning,” he greeted as if nothing had happened. “Ortho told me you weren’t feeling well, so I brought you something to eat.”
Ortho looked at Azul, then at the mountain of blankets that was his brother.
“Azul-san, did you play with Nii-chan last night too? He sounded really affected.”
Azul didn’t even blink. His smile only sharpened a little.
“That’s right. It was a very… long and demanding match. Idia got quite emotional toward the end.”
Idia let out a groan of pure despair from under the pillow.
Ortho seemed satisfied with the explanation.
“I see. Then it must have been a great game! I’m glad you had fun together! If you need anything, Nii-chan, just call me.”
As soon as Ortho left and closed the door, Idia poked his head out from the blankets, red as a tomato.
“You bastard… You lied to my little brother with that innocent face.”
Azul set the tray on the nightstand and sat on the bed, gently stroking Idia’s pink hair.
“I didn’t entirely lie,” he said calmly. “I really did think you looked beautiful last night.”
“Shut up!” Idia weakly hit his arm. “My HP is at zero… and Ortho almost walked in while you… while we…”
Azul chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead, then his lips slowly.
“Rest. I’ll stay here taking care of you today,” he whispered against his mouth. “And don’t worry… next time I’ll try to keep you quieter.”
“There won’t be a next time!” Idia protested, even as he shifted over to make space under the blankets.
Azul smiled victoriously and slipped in with him, hugging him carefully from behind.
“As you say, Idia.”