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The first time it happened was entirely against Takumi’s knowledge.
He had been having a peaceful, hot shower after going out on an exploration where he and Eito had ended up getting run over by a rolling log. The scratches stung a bit, but at least he felt refreshed after scrubbing the dirt off himself. In his rush to wash off the grime of the exploration, he had forgotten half his change of clothes on the bed.
Takumi stepped out of the shower room, using a towel to roughly finish drying his hair. His fresh pants and boxers were on top of his bed, so he just had to cross the room and…
“Takumi-kun?”
“Whoa?!
The unexpected voice jolted him the same time Takumi felt his shin knock into something solid by the bed. Hitting his knees on the ground as he toppled over, he looked up at the object he’d hit. It was… a person. In fact, it was the person he had just been on an exploration with. Except looking clean and freshened up too.
“...Aotsuki, why are you in my room, sitting on MY bed?” Takumi grumbled, as he picked himself up off the ground. The guy really had a habit of turning up whenever Takumi’s guard was down. Even after becoming blind, it had done almost nothing to change how suddenly the tall man would appear to bother him.
“I was waiting for Takumi-kun to finish showering… shouldn’t we go over and count up the materials we gathered?” Eito asked cheerfully. Takumi squinted at the face covered in sunglasses. They’d barely been apart for 30 minutes since returning from the exploration and showering and now Takumi was only in a single piece of cloth.
“Can’t that wait a bit, I’m not even dressed…!”
Takumi blushed, pulling down the hoodie that had ridden up his body from the fall. His legs suddenly felt extremely exposed in front of Eito. His only solace right now was that Eito did not have eyes to perceive his lack of dress.
“..You’re not? Are you not wearing anything?” Eito seemed to perk up for some reason, visibly taking a big sniff before seeming to remember he couldn’t smell at the moment from burning his mucous membrane before their exploration. Instead he began reaching a hand out towards the redhead.
Takumi felt the alarm bell in his head blaring.
“Not important, GET OUT, I need to get changed!!” He yelled, sidestepping the outreached hand. His next move was to put all the strength he could muster into grabbing Eito's arm and pulling him towards the door.
Eito soon found himself kicked out of Takumi’s room and heard the loud banging of the door shutting. As if for good measure, there was also the click of a lock.
Eito couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, before turning to head back to the courtyard for the evening.
—
The next time it happened, Takumi did actually have his clothes on. As he stepped out of the shower room toweling his hair, suddenly an Eito had materialized to sit on his bed after their exploration again.
“...What are you doing here, Aotsuki?” He asked warily. Had he forgotten to lock his door again…?
“Ah- Takumi-kun! I wanted to eat dinner with you! Like a celebratory victory meal. That’s a common thing that friends do, right?” Eito said with a cheeky smile.
Takumi sighed, before thinking about it. It was true that they both hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning. Their exploration had taken them all the way to the shore, where they had spent an extra hour rifling through some piles of rubble for extra metals to take home.
“Are you dressed this time?” The statement broke through his thoughts.
“Shut up, let’s go eat.” Takumi frowned as he threw his towel directly at Eito’s face. There was a muffled gag as Takumi’s used towels smell and texture must have suffocated the man. Eito had a scrunched up face as he threw the towel off his head and waved his gloved hand as if to clear the stench.
Serves him right.
Takumi huffed and pushed open the door without waiting for Eito. In turn, Eito eagerly stood up from the bed to trail behind Takumi.
—-
In the third instance, Takumi was starting to get the idea that Eito was hoping for some kind of humiliation tactic. He ended up forgetting his hoodie and quickly covered his chest when he realized the grey haired man was once again patiently sitting on his bed.
“Aotsuki?!”
“Ah- Takumi-kun!”
Then he remembered the man couldn’t see, and dropped his arms with a sigh.
“Aotsuki, stop using my room as a hang out after we get back from an exploration. Don’t you want to go eat or get some rest without having to wait for me?” The ‘and stop breaking into my room while I’m defenseless in the shower’ went unspoken.
“Eh… but it’s lonely sitting in the courtyard. Now that you’ve all accepted me back, I want to spend more time with your ugly selves! Plus I’m not allowed to use my room anymore, you know? Since you banished me to the cage.”
The cage you aren’t even staying in? Takumi complained in his mind- but Eito did have a point. Eito had been working hard to be with everyone… but did waiting for Takumi to get out of the shower like a loyal dog have to be his way of doing that? He knew better at this point to pick his battles when arguing with the grey haired man.
“Fine, fine. Let’s go get dinner together, I’m pretty hungry.” Takumi sighed, as he headed towards the door. Eito, as usual, quickly shuffled after him.
The fourth time.
“Is Takumi-kun fully dressed?”
“What’re you asking that for?!” Takumi gave a non-answer, as he quickly grabbed the pants that had been laying next to where Eito was seated on the bed. He quickly shoved his legs into them and pulled it up over his boxers, before glaring at the man in sunglasses. If only looks could kill. Or if Eito could even tell that Takumi was trying to punch him with his brainwaves.
“I just wanted to check. Sometimes when I sit on the bed, I feel the clothes you left here so I assume that forgetful Takumi-kun has nothing to change into when he’s in there…”
Takumi felt his cheeks burning, as he lashed out with a hand to smack the side of Eito’s head.
“Ow! Disgusting Takumi-kun is rather abusive to disabled people?!”
“Shut up!!!! It’s your own fault for wandering into my private room like it’s your property! Besides, you can’t even see!” Takumi shot back, before stomping to the door immediately.
“And what a shame it is. Ah- wait for me, Takumi-kun!” Aotsuki seemed to realize that Takumi was striving to leave him behind and hurried after him to the cafeteria.
—--
The fifth time is when things took a stranger turn than Takumi ever expected. This exploration Takumi had tried to look further than their previous trysts, a spiderweb had gotten in their way and to escape he had removed…all his clothes. He didn’t want to remember that part and he was thankful it had only been Eito with him at the time. While Eito had not commented on his state of undress in the moment, he had a feeling that the greyhaired man had a vague idea of what was happening.
They had quickly made their way back to the academy after retrieving the last of what was on the shopping list Hiruko had demanded.
He walked directly into the shower room in the desperate rush to wash off the leftover spider web that remained on his hair and skin. When he finally emerged, satisfied with having washed himself to not have the clinging, disgusting feel of spider web…once again, there was Eito Aotsuki waiting patiently. This time, instead of the bed, he was leaning against Takumi’s closet door, fiddling with a bookmark that Takumi had given him a while back. At the sound of the shower room opening, the grey-haired man’s head snapped to look over in Takumi’s direction.
“Ah, Takumi-kun! You’re done washing? Were you able to get the spider web off yourself?” Eito asked, slipping the bookmark into his pocket. Takumi was relieved that Eito seemed to still like the present so much, even if he couldn’t read normally anymore.
“Y-yeah… for the most part at least.” Takumi said, as he stepped towards Eito with the towel on his head. How did Eito shower so much faster than him and why did he seem to be…sniffing?
“I was shocked when Takumi-kun removed all his clothes to get out of the spiderweb! Disgusting Takumi-kun seems to be copying Yugamu-kun’s nudist habits… It’s good that it was just me there at the time, otherwise the others would have seen Takumi-kun’s defenseless little body.” Eito said with a serious expression.
Takumi scowled at Eito’s description of him, “I’m not an exhibitionist like that guy!!!! A-and it was only for a little bit, I used my infuser to transform again right after!”
The nakedness had barely lasted a minute, when Takumi had slipped out of his clothes and put some distance between him and the spiderweb. Eito had been following after him asking if he was alright as he plunged the infuser back into his chest to transform into a fresh set of student armor. And now he just wanted to be back into a fresh set of casual clothes.
“Uh… Aotsuki, can you move? I need to get my clothes.” Takumi's voice dropped quietly as he realized that Eito hadn’t moved an inch since he had gotten out of the shower. Eito raised his eyebrows, as he tilted his head at Takumi.
“...Takumi-kun, are you not wearing anything? Have you been standing there naked this entire time talking to me? Have you no shame?”
Takumi felt the heat rising as his cheeks burned. Why was the conversation going this way? Sure, he had gotten a little too comfortable with the fact that Eito couldn’t see lately so he’d been more lax when hanging out with him, but being naked around him was entirely coincidental.
Takumi could only give a weak defense, “I…didn’t have time to get clothes when we came back, I just wanted to wash the spider web off..”
“So I was right… when I came in earlier, there weren’t any clothes on the bed or in the washing machine. Even though you knew I’d come see you after the exploration like usual, you really still have no sense of preservation after all this time. If I could still see, would you be so careless?” The accusatory tone and furrowed eyebrows that Eito had, almost made Takumi shiver. It was as if the grey haired man was staring directly into him, looking at every atom of him in his unusually exposed state.
“Of course not!!” Takumi gawked, instinctively moving the towel from his shoulders to cover his front. While there was nothing to be embarrassed about with them both being guys… somehow the thought of Eito seeing all of his body made him burn with something.
“Or uh… I don’t know, I guess I just feel..” How could Takumi describe the weird mix of security and unease he felt towards Eito’s presence? After the first hundred days, he had trusted Eito with all his heart. That heart had been shattered and he had become terrified of being betrayed again. Yet somehow Takumi had fallen into a strange in between where Eito had wriggled his way back into that bandaged heart.
“...like it’s fine if you see all parts of me. I’ve seen you at your worst when you wanted to kill all humans and even us…but knowing you now, you’ve grown a lot.”
At the quiet pause that appeared after Takumi said that, the redhaired boy looked up to look at Eito. The taller man seemed stunned, with his mouth slightly open. Had he said something so strange?
“...and Takumi-kun has not changed at all. Still kind, foolish, short, smelly and disgus-”
The mood quickly shattered and Takumi felt his hackles rise.
“Okay, okay, now get out of the way. I want to get some clothes on.” Takumi said, roughly using a hand to shove Eito to the side. Eito stumbled slightly from the sudden push as Takumi busied himself with grabbing the closest fresh white hoodie from the closet. He only got to pulling it over his head, when he felt a foreign touch on his thigh. It was…a hand? Takumi jolted upon realizing it was Eito’s hand, ungloved, touching him.
“Where do you think you’re grabbing?!" Takumi roared, as he tried to back away from him. Instead, Eito continued to advance on him like a predator while pulling his other hands’ glove off.
“Takumi-kun said it’s fine if I see all parts of him… and I can’t see anymore, so I have to use my other senses. I want to make sure Takumi-kun washed everything off properly… spider webs can be extremely sticky and even irritate the skin, you know?” Eito rambled, as Takumi continued to back up before his legs hit the edge of the bed.
“This isn’t touching, you’re…groping me! This is unrelated to what I said! Besides, don’t I feel like some indistinct blob monster or whatever you said before?” Takumi sputtered, as he tried to swat away the approaching large hand. The movement caused him to fall back and sit on the bed, as Eito loomed over him.
“And like Takumi-kun said, I’ve grown. While you’re still disgusting and smelly, if I truly want to do it, I can touch Takumi-kun now.”
What about what I want?! Takumi screamed in his head, as Eito’s hand landed on the bare skin of his hip. The way it squeezed his skin like he was being appraised made goosebumps rise. Takumi’s brain was racing through different ways he could escape. He could knee Eito in the stomach… or hit the side of his head…before he ran away outside. While he still didn’t have his underwear or pants on. That was a no go, if Hiruko or Nozomi caught him running around in that state, he'd never live it down. Ugh.
If anything, he could just let Eito do what he wanted before he got bored of Takumi not reacting, right? That seemed like the most peaceful and least embarrassing way to get this over with. Desperate to have this end as soon as possible, Takumi stifled his voice and tried to be as still as a dead fish. Instead, Eito continued to keep gripping him in different places, his hips, his thighs, his belly button. Takumi was thankful that Eito seemed to respectfully avoid grabbing anything at his crotch yet. Instead the hands kept traveling…upwards? Takumi finally let out a yelp when the hands ascended higher, under his white hoodie and slid over a nipple. At the sound, the fingers paused on his chest before beginning to circle the hardening nubs.
“Eh? Takumi-kun, that was pretty loud just now, you know?” Eito said with a note of amusement.
“Of course I’m being loud, I’m being handled like some kind of stress toy by you!” Takumi groaned back as the fingers alternated between rough circles and flicks. It was the first time that part of him had ever been touched by someone else, and the way Eito was gentle before scratching the tip with a nail was driving him crazy. His nipples felt itchy…but somehow the sting was followed by a thick, melty sensation in his brain.
“Hmm… I suppose that’s pretty accurate. I feel like I'm letting a lot of stress out by touching Takumi-kun like this. Maybe the scientists that made us meant for you to be the one that would keep our cortisol levels in balance?”
Takumi barely knew what that was and couldn’t process what was happening. He was now extremely glad that Eito couldn’t see the desperate flush on his face. He would probably get called disgusting.
Soon one hand abandoned the ministrations on his nipple and moved back downwards. Takumi twitched as it methodically felt along his abdomen before drifting down between his legs. As the redhead realized where the hand was heading, his protest was too late as Eito gently gripped Takumi’s cock.
"Aots-uGGHK-"
Takumi could only let out a garbled sound at the warm human skin gently squeezing it, like it was trying to figure out the shape. As he trembled from the soft touch and curious fingers nudging the tip, Eito let out a low hum. Takumi silently made a vow that he would definitely punch Eito after all this was over.
Takumi was finally allowed some relief when Eito's hand released his cock, only to feel Eito moving his fingers further down. His body instinctively bucked in resistance as the large hand slowly rubbed down along his perineum. Midway down, Eito's finger gave a firm prod to which Takumi twitched and watched with abject horror as his dick twitched in response. Was he…getting hard from Eito manhandling him like a toy?!
Before he could despair further about the situation, his thoughts were cut short as Eito's hand reached his asshole. Now this was definitely crossing some boundaries and not a place someone should touch. Takumi shot his hand out to grab at the others' wrist in a desperate bid to stop his nudging.
"WHOA WHOA WHOA, Aotsuki, s-stop that's…"
"Takumi-kun's anus, right?"
Takumi squeezed his eyes shut as he felt the growing arousal pause at the very unsexy scientific name.
"Yes, that, don't. Uh, that's a dirty place to touch."
"All of Takumi-kun is a dirty and disgusting human, but I'll accept it. Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Eito said in a tone like soothing a child, instead of forcibly fingering his friend. Tightening his grip on the others' wrist, Takumi held his breath as he felt the intruding finger curiously prod at the hole.
"Here…can't you relax a bit, Takumi-kun? I can't properly touch you like this…"
"Touching that isn't needed! This is going way beyond regular touching, okay?!"
"But Takumi-kun is already in this state…" Eito said, moving his hand back up to firmly grip Takumi's half hard erection. He could only make a strangled sound to which Eito released him to go back down to the furl. "I'll help you take care of it! I want to do it as part of my responsibilities as Takumi-kun's friend!"
"F-friends don't touch each other like this-" Takumi began.
"Then that means we're something even closer than friends, Takumi-kun? I'm so happy!" Eito interrupted him enthusiastically.
This guy was going to kill him. Forget punching, he was going to stab him and make the revive-o-matic come retrieve his body. Takumi's internal cursing cut off to give a full body shiver as Eito’s fingers breached through and began massaging along the edges of his hole. It was like the air had been punched out of Takumi, as he gasped from the sensation.
"AGH-ow… a-at least use something to make it less painful!!!" Takumi yelled, as he struggled to clamp down and try to get the offending fingers out.
The next minute consisted of Eito sighing and then feeling around for lotion in Takumi's bedside desk, before rushing back to continue. Averting his eyes from where Eito's fingers were poking around, Takumi looked up at the other's face.
Apparently enjoying Takumi's reactions to all this, Eito's face had slowly morphed into an manic smile. The high flush on his cheeks and forehead and sheen of sweat showed his excitement from enjoying torturing Takumi like this. Some things never change… the clear ecstasy in his expression with the wide open empty voids were somehow on level with the crazed look that Eito had gotten in his eyes when he had killed Shion the first time and absorbed his power to turn on them.
Yet this time, the look brought some solace to Takumi's floundering mind. It was like seeing Eito's true emotions come out from behind his usual polite and collected faces he put on. While he seemed happy about being accepted by the rest of the SDU again, he still maintained some distance to not damper the atmosphere around everyone. And now, it felt like Eito was truly enjoying himself. It made this entire act somewhat more acceptable, but the intensity of Eito's finger was speeding up.
The messy sounds of the fingers moving in and out of him madeTakumi want to cover his ears as he felt himself rapidly reaching the peak. With some shame, he looked back down at his own hard cock, knowing what was about to happen.
"I'm gonna…c-cum… slow down a-a little."
Hearing that, Eito's wolfish smile widened as his hand on Takumi's chest began to close around the hard nub again. It tugged teasingly and Takumi felt himself spiralling with more intensity. A rough pinch of his nipple and Takumi groaned before feeling himself fall over the edge. His entire body shuddered as he came, his torso instinctively curling up as he rode the waves of orgasm. His mind whited out, as he let the feeling of release wash over him, shivering before gasping hard to catch his breath. He leaned his sweaty head on Eito's chest, vaguely noting the firm muscle.
"Takumi-kun? Are you alright?"
Could this guy not give him a break and let him rest? Takumi opened his tired eyes to look back up at Eito's face. The empty eye sockets were open, sunglasses askew and hair mussed up… if Takumi were a regular girl, Eito would probably be considered sexy like this. But instead he was a crazy guy that had tried to kill a robot, been imprisoned in a cage, escaped, nearly killed him, followed him like a dog, and started randomly touching him like this.
And left hard things on the bed to jab into his side… actually, what was that?
Through heavy breaths, Takumi struggled to get some space from Eito’s hold to check what it was. Looking down, he spotted the hard thing hitting his thigh was a large…mound. Between Eito's legs. He regretted checking.
"Y-you… Why are YOU hard?!" Takumi yelled as he began to struggle again to get out of Eito's arms. Unfortunately his struggling came off more as weak wiggling, his limbs still jelly from his last orgasm. Through heavy breaths matching Takumi's, Eito drew him closer into his arms before he spoke.
"Takumi-kun was the one that made it get like this… I've never gotten an erection or aroused by another human before…"
Takumi felt his hair stand on end trying to imagine Eito getting hard from seeing a lewd magazine…or porn. Had he ever been to the R-18 section in the library..?
"….Can I…put it in, Takumi-kun?"
Takumi's mind screeched to a halt. Eito was seriously asking to have a one night stand type of thing? Maybe because Eito had never had friends before and this was his first boner, he assumed that friends helped with that sort of thing?
"What?! Put what in- NO!!! Just use your hand t-to.."
Takumi's sentence died midway as the white pants were unzipped, and what sprang out violently made Takumi freeze up. That thing was at least twice his size, with a wide head, angry veins, and….there's no way that'll fit. Feeling a fresh surge of fear and energy at seeing the massive weapon the blind man was packing, he began to try inching further backwards on the bed. Eito followed after him, eyebrows knitted, almost looking like an abandoned dog.
"It's Takumi-kun's fault I'm like this…so shouldn't you take responsibility? Unless I should ask someone else to help with it?"
Hearing that, Takumi grit his teeth. The thought of Eito approaching any of their friends at the academy with a boner creeped him out. He'd just have to fall back on his original strategy… let Eito do what he wanted until he was satisfied or got bored of him. Takumi could probably compartmentalize this experience in his brain and stash it away. He was good at that.
"Alright fine, but I swear if you go too hard, I'll kill you after this. You have a…huge thing, dude."
"Eh? I do? I suppose I've never really thought about it since it's hard for me to perceive how big other disgusting humans' parts are… Well, Takumi-kun's did feel much smaller than mine, but I assumed that was due to your build-"
"OI! Stop talking and just get on with it!" Takumi shouted, using a fist to hit Eito's chest.
"Haha, Takumi-kun is so eager. Let's move this way… I've read it's easier this way the first time." Eito chuckled, as he used a hand to gently turn Takumi onto his stomach. Then he moved behind him and Takumi felt the large appendage touch between his thighs.
W-what did you read to know this was a good position?!
Takumi peeked down as he felt Eito's cock experimentally rub against his. It was longer, thicker… and reached right below his belly button. Was it possible to die from something like this? He took a big gulp and just closed his eyes, surrendering himself to it. Feeling Eito shuffle backwards, it didn't take long for the large cock to soon be nudging at his entrance.
As Eito slid in, Takumi could only say he was eternally grateful that the taller man had been fingering him for so long earlier and used lotion. The stretch was ridiculous as Eito's tip breached through and Takumi felt his legs tremble. Eito seemed to be struggling with the fit as well, as he grunted and paused.
"T-takumi-kun, it's really tight… can't you relax a bit?" Eito whined.
"You're really demanding a lot of me right now after starting this, you know?! This isn't exactly easy with your size!" Takumi shot back, as he took slow breaths to try and relax his center.
"Hmm.. Fine, I'll take care of it." The greyhaired man said with a hint of determination in his voice. Takumi couldn't help but feel wary by what that meant. Before long, one of Eito's hands that had been on his hip slid along the side of Takumi's body back up to his chest. Feeling the soft rubs, Takumi let out a whimper at the distracting sensation of his nipples being toyed with again. Eito took the opportunity to advance forward. The pleasure from his chest mixing with the pressure from where Eito was sliding inside was mixing in Takumi's brain, shaking him to his core. It hurt, but it felt good. His hole hurt, but his chest felt good. Eito's dick was stretching him and it burned, but it was also pressing against something that made tremors of intense pleasure wash over him.
The two groaned in unison as Eito fully seated himself inside, his hips firmly colliding with Takumi's ass. Takumi tried not to concentrate on the overwhelming force that felt like his organs were being pushed, but he couldn't deny the dull pleasure radiating underneath the pain. Eito seemed to be taking a moment to catch his breath and letting Takumi adjust to the fit.
"Takumi-kun…?"
At the weak voice he heard, Takumi opened his eyes to try and look over his shoulder at the larger man. Was he finally feeling sick from sticking his dick into a disgusting, slimy blob monster..? When his eyes caught sight of Eito's face, he was just confused. Tears were dripping out of the empty eye sockets, down under the sunglasses, with some droplets falling onto his back.
"A-are you crying..?" Takumi asked slowly. Eito sniffled, before nodding and leaning further down to rest his forehead on Takumi's shoulder.
"It's overwhelming to be this close to disgusting Takumi-kun. I really, really hate you. You make me want to do abominable things like have sex… make me feel outrageous feelings like happiness just following you around for explorations. It's vile. It's awful. Feeling love like this. I want to do horrific things, like make you live in the cage in the courtyard with me. But that would destroy what's so beautiful about you, Takumi-kun. That obnoxious light that I can feel from you whenever you make your decisions and live freely… I hate that I love it so much."
Hearing Eito continue to ramble made Takumi's mind quiet. He had already known Eito wasn't great at understanding people's feelings, let alone his own. But hearing that he was hated, yet loved… It was somehow endearing. His heartbeat on the other hand, was increasing in speed. Eito was talking like he was in love and didn't know how to process it. Takumi took a moment before he felt ready to say anything.
"...That's fine. You might hate me saying this… but that's pretty human to feel. People are full of messy feelings. I'm the same way." Takumi mumbled as he felt Eito's hands move from his chest and waist to wrap around him. It was almost like a hug, both caging him down yet also holding something precious close.
Suddenly, Eito pulled out to slam back in once.
"Ugh?! W-warn a guy, would you?" Takumi struggled to say from the numbing feeling that came from the impact.
"Sorry, Takumi-kun… your words got me a little excited…Sharing mutual feelings with Takumi-kun… it's gross. It'll take me some time to get used to it. I'm going to start moving now, alright?"
Without waiting for a response, Eito began moving his hips in the same motion. The overwhelming mass that had been still was now ramming roughly in and out with wild abandon. The hold that Eito had around Takumi made it impossible for him to move and all he could do was take it. His cheek and nipples rubbed against the sheets with each thrust and Takumi could feel himself drooling. His mind was getting cloudy from the pleasure coursing through him with each of Eito's thrusts and squeezed his eyes shut as he felt himself drowning in it.
Eito laughed breathily, "Yes… Takumi-kun, don't hold back! Your voice is grating to my ears, but that means it must feel quite good, right? Let me hear more so I know I'm doing well! I deserve a little praise, don't I?"
Takumi ignored Eito's jeering, the man really couldn't shut up, even in the middle of sex. He belatedly realized, he must have been moaning pretty loudly for Eito to comment on it. The building pleasure felt as if he was overheating and Eito hadn't slowed down his movements. If anything, he was going even harder, as if he was trying to force his feelings into him. Takumi struggled to reach down to grip at Eito's forearm wrapped around his waist.
"A-aotsuki, It…I'm..♡ "
Seeming to realize what Takumi was going to say, Eito squeezed his arms tighter around his waist and bit at his ear as if to encourage him. The bite was the final straw, as the sting of it combined with the soreness of his nipples and the immense pleasure being pounded into him from behind. Takumi unceremoniously came with a humiliating moan, his insides clamping down tightly on Eito's cock inside him.
Reacting to the sudden grip, Eito released his ear to pull back slightly before thrusting in a final time. The last push apparently was all Eito needed, before Takumi felt a warm, sticky sensation flood his insides and he shuddered. With a few circular motions, Eito rubbed his cock inside as he finished releasing inside. As he did so, he bit roughly onto Takumi’s shoulder.
With a last huff, the two collapsed down fully onto the bed. Takumi groaned as the heavier man’s body crushed his, causing Eito's dick to be pushed even deeper. The two had a moment of heavy breathing, Eito beginning to insistently rub his sweaty forehead on Takumi's shoulder like a dog begging for attention.
"T-takumi-kun…. Takumi-kun, Takumi-kun." Eito repeated like a mantra.
"What do you want… I came, you came, we can take a break now…" Takumi huffed as he tried to bask in the feeling of having cum twice now and the sensation of a still-hard cock in him. Wait, why was it..?
"A-again, Takumi-kun… It's still hard.."
Takumi mentally put his hands to the temples of his head. He'd already gone this far with Eito, he supposed letting Eito satisfy himself at this point was for the best.
—---
By the time Eito finally released Takumi and slid his soft cock out, the redhead was entirely limp and on the verge of losing consciousness. He took large breaths to try and calm down, soaking in the feeling of finally getting a break from Eito's deathgrip on him. He grimaced as he felt a lot of…something he didn't want to think about dribble out of him as Eito's dick left him… he'd left a lot in. Would he be okay after this…? Would it come out?
As Takumi's pleasure-addled brain absentmindedly tried to comprehend how this had all started from him just taking a shower after returning from an exploration, he realized the shower had been rendered completely useless now. If anything he was even more filthy than what the spider web had done to him. He tried to take stock of what parts of him still existed. His nipples stung from Eito swapping from pinching them to biting them, his hips ached and his hole definitely…stung. He couldn't feel if it was properly closed from Eito's cum still flowing out.
"...I need to shower again." Takumi grumbled with a hoarse voice.
"Shall we take another shower? Together this time! I’ll handle everything!"
Eito said, holding a hand proudly over his chest. Takumi cracked open an eye to glare at the man. With the silly enthusiastic smile he had contrasting the red, flushed cheeks, scratches on his neck and back and sweat all over on him, the juxtaposition was ridiculous. And yet, it made Takumi's heart warm. Eito seemed happy and it made Takumi's heart beat faster that he was able to bring some happiness to the other.
Still…how did he have so much stamina still, he was like a horse. Hadn't he just cum like 5 times…? For the first time too?
Takumi sighed, "Sure, whatever…" Anything to stop thinking.
Little did he know that the rounds would continue in that small shower room until he passed out.