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The setup is like this: 6 boys to each dorm until renovations on the new building finish next semester. Then, that amount is halved.
Teru can’t help but feel a certain level of frustration— his entire high school career had been leisurely sat at two a room, his roommate of many years barely around enough to get into fights with. He moves up to college level and suddenly they need to revamp one of the dorms to accommodate a new CS building and he’s tucked up like a sardine in the first year of his newest independence.
“We finally get to room together, though,” Shigeo replies to Teru’s complaining. He’s stuck with the cheaper four-bed room since entering the program, never as neurotic about space as Teru.
Teru nods. That is a silver lining. Hopefully. Ideally. Despite knowing and schooling together for years now, they’ve never been in such close proximity. Teru isn’t sure how he’ll get on— considering, most importantly, that he’s been in love with Shigeo since knowing him.
Well, there’s plenty of people stuck with them. Whatever mistakes Teru might make will surely find difficulty landing amongst such a crowd.
And that holds true. It’s loud living with so many young men. They snore and toss and turn. Teru is a naturally light sleeper yet becomes so exhausted from lying awake all night that he feels his own biology shift just to maintain a few hours of shut-eye every night.
Shigeo, comparatively, sleeps like the dead. Teru would be jealous if he wasn’t so glad he got to stare endlessly at his sleeping face every night.
The problem of noise falls into the background fairly quickly. The problem of privacy only creeps and grows with each passing week.
“How do you deal with it?” Teru asks, sitting at the edge of his bed, right next to Shigeo’s.
“I’m used to it… I guess. We’ve always had to share bathrooms, so regular rooms don’t feel that bad compared.”
If you weren’t lucky enough to swipe one of the few single stall bathrooms in the dorms, you’d have to shower communally, too. Teru doesn’t care about that half as much as this, although he’d always gone out of his way to avoid showering with Shigeo.
There’s no doubt Teru will get used to it in time, just like the noise. But for now, he’s driven slightly insane.
That insanity only compounds. The 2nd month of their new semester, 2am friday night. Teru steps out for a cup of water and upon his return glances, like he so often does, at Shigeo’s peacefully sleeping face.
Except Shigeo isn’t sleeping peacefully. He’s flushed, breathing heavy. Teru gets back in bed, eyebrow quirked in the dark. Nightmare? Sickness?
A small shudder.
Oh.
Teru feels immediately weighed down by his blankets. He can’t stop staring— the inverse in fact. He’s locked on. Quickly, he starts picking out Shigeo’s muffled sounds from the snores and sighs of his dorm mates. Covers his mouth as some kind of protest of his mind, or to keep any responsive sounds from falling out in time.
His willpower is shot in the dark air, too tired to hold onto morals for very long. Shigeo sighs and tightens his grip on his blanket and Teru’s palm falls from his mouth, replaced by the light touch of fingers as he lets Shigeo’s puffs of sound guide his other hand below his waistband.
I shouldn’t…
He’s surrounded on all sides and would be utterly humiliated to get caught doing something like this, but damn he’s pent up. Two months no privacy, he’s been aching for release and Shigeo having some kind of wet dream in the next bed over isn’t helping. He shouldn’t do it for Shigeo’s sake too— something about respecting his friend or other— but he’s gone up and down and up and down about this for years now and he’s made peace with whatever karmic debt comes from lusting after your best friend past self hate into total self acceptance.
He wraps a hand around his length, tensing at his own sensitivity after all this time. Like Shigeo somatically read his mind, the urgency of his noises increase and Teru finds himself parroting shudders and moans as he strokes himself under the dorm-provided blankets.
Shit, he sounds so sexy, Teru thumbs at the tip, his toes curling in time. He tries his best to muffle against the pillow. Fails to keep his eyes off Shigeo, who Teru has become convinced is flushed even though he can barely see him in the dark.
A little series of gasps, Shigeo tightens his grip on his pile of blankets, then shudders once with a tense gasp. Teru’s eyes roll back in his head and he presses his face into his pillow while he cums silent and shaking in response.
I’m definitely going to hell, he thinks, grabs his cup from earlier as a disguise to hit the bathroom and wash away his lack of self control. Thinks it again when he returns with a prayer in the back of his mind that Shigeo threw off his blankets enough for Teru to see the wet spot on his pants.
No dice. I rebuke worldly desire, Teru repeats to himself as he tucks back into bed. By the end of this semester, he’ll either be too far gone, or so auspicious that Bhuddha himself would shake hands as he enters Nirvana.
~*~
There’s a problem with ‘getting away with it’: Teru is significantly less shy about touching himself in the quiet hours of the evening.
This is of course, not a problem in a room of heavy sleeping young men, who no doubt have their own moments of weakness enough not to judge Teru. It only becomes a problem for one of those young men, who hasn’t thought twice about all of this so far.
Shigeo stirs awake, past the time where everyone had passed out but still early enough to see the moon past the sheer dorm curtain.
Among the lull of snores and murmurs he hears stirring from Teru’s bed beside him. A quick glance over, Teru is turned away. Restless dreams no doubt. It would be nice if he could turn around— a peek at his sleeping face would help Shigeo drift off into sweet dreams. From here, his golden hair catches the moonlight. Bounce light from their standardized navy sheets makes the blonde almost look silver.
Pretty…
A strained exhale— Teru’s scratchy voice leaks into the edges of it like a moan. That wakes Shigeo up. Another follows. It doesn’t take a genius to understand the what and why and sudden realization makes his blood feel like lead. ‘I shouldn’t—‘ or, well, he can’t really help listening. Closes his eyes, tries to fall back asleep with the paltriest willpower. Only enough to convince himself that straining to hear more is inevitable and not a conscious choice.
Rustling from the other side, he cracks one eye open just enough to see Teru has flipped over and his silver streaked face burns bright. Shigeo quickly shuts his eyes again for fear of being caught. Opens one a moment later to watch the subtle movement of Teru’s hand under the sheets and the way his eyebrow bends inward when something feels particularly good. The worst part is how loud he is. He’s too lost to realize every breathy moan echoes directly into Shigeo’s ears.
It’s too much. Shigeo shuts his eyes tight again, holds his blankets taught against the side of his shoulder and hip to keep his erection hidden. His own breathing is fast and heavy in tandem with Teru’s, whose noises get shorter and more urgent. Oh god, does that mean he’s going to cum soon?
It’s really not okay. Blood shoots up Shigeo’s cheeks and down south where his aching need to touch grows outright unbearable. He cracks another eye open, because he has no self control, just to watch as Teru muffles himself against the bed. His body shakes and then stiffens as he cums silently and Shigeo’s cock unloads enough precum to feel it seep past the cotton of his underwear.
Immediately he shuts his eyes again, heart beating loud. He’s never been so horny in his life. He aches but he can’t give in right now when Teru is awake and vigilant.
The rest of the night is spent trying to will himself back to sleep. Only at the peak of his exhaustion does he finally go soft and drift off.
“Morning,” Teru sits at the edge of his bed, golden hair messy. He checks his phone.
Shigeo sits up and mirrors his position, remnants of aching desire still clung to him. Teru scratches his side, wrist pulling up his shirt to reveal underwear past pajama bottoms. Shigeo stares at it shamelessly.
“Morning.”
~*~
Obviously, Shigeo can’t stop thinking about it. His puppy crush was pushed square off a cliff and where he’d once gently gazed at Teru’s warm expressions and soft hair, he spends equal time now lingered on his skin, drips of sweat on hot days, the curve of his ass below the hem of his boxer briefs. They shouldn’t be allowed to change in the same room— Shigeo feels like a creep watching him peel off his shirt at the end of the night. The worst is laundry days, where Teru will sit in bed waiting for the cycle to finish, knees pulled up to his chest in nothing but underwear. Shigeo’s mind runs wild.
Even the other boys comment— “put your ass away, dude!” throwing their own clothes at him, but Teru just laughs and teases back, “Don’t act like you don’t like it!” Shigeo can’t say anything because for him it’s true.
It’s an issue. Teru might be fine letting off steam after hours, but Shigeo has kept his hands squarely above his sheets since admission. Private things should be done in private.
But new years break is months away and every whiff he gets of Teru’s shampoo drives him further towards the edge.
Shigeo of all people knows the result of keeping things in, but he’s also stubbornly reserved. A week of endless ruminating and he ends with a compromise: do what must be done but keep it above-board. That means letting off some steam as respectfully as possible, just to keep his sanity.
He plans it by the day rather than allow spontaneity to guide him. Picks Saturday night, when parties keep social students out late. Teru is a weirdly model student so he’s in bed early, lights out before Shigeo.
Shigeo slips into bed with queasy anticipation. God willing Teru is asleep and doesn’t notice anything. He should try and finish before any of their other roommates come back, too. One stubborn holdout besides him and Teru is annoying, but the boy sleeps like the dead and beggars can’t be choosers.
He’s half hard from anticipation alone when he slips a hand into his underwear. Past the coarse plane of hair, he grips his shaft with a light sigh. So sensitive just from denying himself the two or so months since the start of the school year. He could probably cum easily just from feeling alone, but his mind pushes in intrusive images of Teru. Those grounded in reality, like his indecent exposure every laundry day, to that which lives purely in fantasy— a recurring image of him thumbing lacy underwear to the side for Shigeo’s easy access. He isn’t sure which expression he likes more: a sly smile or something shyer. It changes by the day.
Shit, he’s not supposed to be thinking about this with Teru just an arm’s length away. But his cock twitches with each twist and pull, jolts of pleasure compounded when matched with images of Teru. He strokes himself slow out of paranoia, but the speed only teases more feeling out of him. His breathing picks up.
A thumb along the head, Shigeo’s heartbeat compensates for his smothered reactions. Don’t think about anything. Not Teru in the next bed over or his smooth thighs raised up or his strained moans when he cums or how kind and generous he is— kind and generous enough, probably to let Shigeo stick his—
Eyes shut tight, Shigeo’s self control slips and his breath turns ragged. He’s tunnel visioned enough that he almost misses a strained sound from the other bed.
Panic stills him immediately, eyes shoot open. Teru is faced away. Asleep, right? That was just— just a— probably something Shigeo imagined alongside every other dirty thing. He counts to ten and resumes, slower. He’s at the brink though, and each tug feels so good that controlling his breath is difficult.
Rustling from the other bed— suddenly Teru is faced his way. Not okay. For some reason, Shigeo feels glued to the mattress. Like flipping over will clue Teru into what’s happening. To compensate, he shuts his eyes tight and resolves to keep them that way.
He seriously needs to clear his head. They’re both espers— what if Teru awakens latent mind-reading abilities just as Shigeo is picturing him fucking himself with a vibrator on video call? He bites back a moan.
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it, don’t think—
Teru in the next bed over has hand wrapped securely around his cock. With the revelry of a lottery win, he thinks, ‘this is the first time I’ve caught him like this. I’d better take advantage of it.’
He groans as Shigeo’s hand starts to move again. His other hand is over his eyes, so Teru isn’t worried to watch a little bit. What’s he thinking about over there? A pretty girl? With long dark hair and an earnest demeanor. That’s the kind of girl he liked in high school. Maybe once he’s done fucking her, Teru will get lucky enough to take up second-shift. He’ll take whatever Shigeo can give, even if his love isn’t on the table.
Beacon of ego and glutton for Shigeo’s punishment exclusively, the image of being his sloppy seconds has Teru’s toes curling. He tries to stay quiet.
He’s doing a terrible job. Shigeo presses into his eyes hard to compensate for the strain in his ears as Teru pants into his blankets. It’s overwhelming. Shigeo is so turned on he might die. Can Teru hear him? Obviously not, why else would he be doing this right now? Shigeo should just stop and try again another day, but he planned this and his hand is already dirty with precum and as Teru shakes out a moan, a hand squeezes down his length instinctually.
Screw it, he pumps himself to Teru’s sounds, shameless.
Teru watches with rapt attention, committing it all to memory in case he gets his wish and they finally fuck someday.
“A-aah—” an accidental sound falls from Teru’s tongue. Shigeo’s hand drops from his eyes and the other quickens under the sheets. He must have heard, Teru tells himself, cock throbbing.
He did. Shigeo’s hand stills at the tip as Teru’s sound pulls cum generously into his waiting palm. Teru sees this in realtime, lifts his ass on bent knees to follow with his own orgasm. A rush of endorphins numbs his toes. He should have caught his release, but he’s too blissed out to care.
Shigeo tries to manually slow his breathing.
Teru doesn’t realize he’s shaking till he falls back to the mattress.
Both of their heart beats echo in the silent room.
“Morning,” Shigeo says the next day.
Teru checks his phone, “Morning.”
~*~
Once is a happenstance, twice is a coincidence, three times is undeniable.
There’s no dressing it up— after that first night, it happens again. And again. Every morning they wake up, say good morning and go to class. They eat lunch and attend parties as if everything’s normal. Teru helps Shigeo with his gen-ed homework and Shigeo keeps Teru company in the fashion school workshop when he has to stay late.
And then, when the mood strikes them in perfect harmony, they lay in adjacent beds and pretend that they aren’t doing exactly what they’re doing.
Eventually, their first semester comes to a close and they pack up their bags for the new building. God willing their roommates never noticed anything, but if they did they’re lucky enough to have the two of them out of their hair now.
The new dorm has three to a room. Their new roommate is nice. The third night in, there’s a midnight fire drill and he sleeps through the bell and Shigeo and Teru’s attempts to wake him for evacuation.
The fourth night, they’re right back to it.
The worst part about the new room is that it’s way smaller than their last, so the sound muffling doesn’t cover anything. If there was a shadow of a doubt that they weren’t stoking each other’s flame, it’s gone now.
Teru sinks into the mattress after cumming to Shigeo’s ragged breath and thinks I don’t know how much more of this I can take.
“I’m taking an early break for golden week to vacation with my family,” their roommate says one day in February, “So I’ll be gone for about a month. Can you water my plants?”
The two rapidly nod their heads.
Now, they aren’t ravenous— these ‘episodes’ don’t happen every night on the dot. Shigeo usually falls asleep the moment his head hits the pillow and Teru is too paranoid to go all in unless he’s at a boiling point. But it’s obvious that when they’re told they’ll be alone for a whole month, the air shifts.
Nothing happens from there to early April when their roommate embarks home. It’s almost like it was before that first night. The sun rises and sets, they chat with their friends and each other. Shigeo asks Teru about his plans for Golden Week and Teru says he has none. Shigeo calls his family to ask if Teru can join.
They even take a weekend trip to some retreat with a handful of other students, break off to explore nature, just the two of them.
“Do you like the ocean or the mountains more?” Teru asks.
“Mountains. You?”
“The city.”
“That wasn’t one of the options…”
Teru grins at him.
April hits, their roommate says goodbye, and Teru is confident that something is going to happen. The tension that night is a thick paste. It’s been too long with no developments and the veil of their joint ignorance has grown all but transparent. Remove polite company and there’s no choice but for something to give.
Teru truly believes this— and yet.
Shigeo starts up just like every other time before. Small breaths, waiting for Teru’s entry. Teru grips his blankets tight, eyes burn at the ceiling. Boiling frustration. How? Is it really just him going crazy? Will it be like this all the way to graduation? And then nothing?
Fuck it.
He’ll take what he can get.
He fists himself under the sheets— lets out a strained sound as grows hard. Shigeo’s voice feels so close in this new room. His breaths may as well be right in Teru’s ear.
“F-fuck…” Teru whispers. Shigeo gasps lightly. He's right there. They’re alone. They obviously like each other, even just sexually. It’s so—
So—!
“I can’t take it anymore!” Teru rips his blankets off, then Shigeo’s, who gasps as Teru climbs violently into bed with him, “listening to you every night—!”
“Me?” Shigeo bites back, sucks in air as their hips slot together, “you’re s-so loud.”
Teru blushes, doesn’t back down, “I have to listen to you listening to me and that—” he pulls down Shigeo’s waistband and his own underwear and slots them in his grip, “that whine you do when you can tell I just came.”
“… I do that?” Shigeo asks, embarrassed, throws his head back as Teru starts pumping them together, “A—ah!”
Teru keens at the sight, moves his hips alongside his hand. Their argument is over and replaced with the kind of pleasure that only comes after wanting something like this for as long as they have. Teru can’t hold back his voice, “Ah— that’s better—” he shudders.
Shigeo moans, trails his hands up Teru’s naked thighs, then lands them on his hips as he bucks up into his grip. To Teru’s credit, he really did hold back when they were just masturbating together, because now he’s whining and panting and driving Shigeo up the wall.
He gasps, can feel Teru’s hand quickly bring him to the edge. Wait— but they only just started, he still wants— “Just—” he rucks up Teru’s shirt, which throws him off for a second, but not as much as Shigeo licking his nipple. Teru cries out, unprepared. Shigeo grabs his ass and rocks his hips faster, trying to bring Teru to orgasm before him. Teru can’t even speak, too overwhelmed to do anything but hold on as Shigeo gets his wish. He cums with a shocked whine, blush shooting from his ears all the way below his collar.
It’s a green light for Shigeo who clasps his hand over Teru’s and pumps fervently. The tight “mmh!” that betrays Teru’s post-orgasm gets Shigeo there instantly. His climax comes hot and heavy after a semester pent up— a complete relief. He paints their skin with a deeply satisfied sigh.
Teru catches his breath. Shigeo falls back to the bed with a thud.
Dead silence in the room save for their joint breaths. Eventually, Teru falls from Shigeo’s lap to the bed with a groan.
“Finally.”
Shigeo gazes at him. Teru expects something romantic. Instead, he asks, “Can we do more next time?”
“More?”
Shigeo hesitates, “Like… going all the way…?”
Teru’s eyes go wide. Well, there’s no point being demure after the curtain’s been so spectacularly pulled back. Feelings can come later once they’ve gotten all of this out of their systems.
Grinning, “Buy me dinner first.”
“Sure,” Shigeo pulls him closer but doesn’t hold him— just keeps him in hand to stare at.
“Like what you see?”
“You’re too much,” Shigeo sounds nearly pained when he whispers it, “When you get dressed in the morning I just want to stare.”
The admission sends heat racing back down Teru’s body, “You should,” he breathes, then, like it pisses him off Shigeo hasn’t, “Stare at me when I get dressed and at the end of the day pull off my clothes.”
Their lips are just close enough to breathe each other’s air. Shigeo’s fingers trace along Teru’s navel. The atmosphere is heavy.
It’s going to be a while before they get their fill.
~*~
Despite his playboy charm, Teru has never had any form of gay sex. Never even really touched himself like that.
But thanks to his overbearing personality and penchant for planning, he ends up as sort of a perfect candidate. In fact, when his full day of research concluded, the routine he built to prepare felt less like an inconvenience, and more like a fun challenge. It fills him with a strange sense of pride.
Which is why it’s so annoying that Shigeo is here underneath him saying, “Maybe we should wait…”
“I just spent 30 minutes washing my ass out. Don’t get cold feet on me now.”
He glances away, nervous, and Teru softens, “unless… you don’t want to?”
“I’ve never done this before.”
“Me either! I— here,” Teru picks up Shigeo’s hands and brings them to the hem of his shirt. Slowly, he guides him to take it off, then his shorts, then the rest. Shigeo’s knuckles drag against his skin. Teru shivers.
“Kiss my neck. Touch me.”
So Shigeo does. Kisses the side of his neck with a neat press of his lips. Then, the wet feeling of his tongue. His fingers trail down Teru’s legs. Each sensation between them shoots heat directly into Teru’s cock.
His breath is heavy. He hopes this gets Mob hard. “Tell me about the first time you felt like this about me.”
Into his skin, “At the lake. Your swim trunks were shorter than everyone else’s.”
“Cause all you guys wear those ridiculous ones that go below your knees— ngh—” he’s cut off by a thumb pressed to his nipple.
“One of the other boys pointed out how smooth your legs were and… I thought he was right. It made me feel… weird. I didn’t know why.” Teru’s fingers curl into the base of Shigeo’s hair. “The first time I wanted to kiss you was after a girl confessed to you. You had a lilac bouquet from her. I kept—” Shigeo’s breath turns heavy, his touch traversing Teru’s body, “I kept imagining you giving them to me.” He stares up at Teru. “How about you?”
Shigeo’s hands burn. Teru is hard and not thinking straight. “I don’t know. I’ve wanted to kiss you since before I can remember,” he admits, “I’ve wanted to do this type of stuff with you since the moment I learned about it.”
He glances down briefly, relieved to see Shigeo hard in his underwear. The sight brings with it nervous churning that’s only matched by a sudden wave of lust. They’re doing it. He’s going to be inside of him. It’s not a fantasy anymore. Shigeo is solid below him, his breath on Teru’s skin. It’s really real. Teru always thought he’d want this enough to circumvent any nerves, but he’s buzzing with them. In his fantasies, it’s always been perfect. He didn’t prepare for anything else.
A thumb under Shigeo’s waistband. Teru feels hair that only reminds him of the weight of this. He pulls his underwear down. “I’m… gonna start now, okay?”
Shigeo gulps, watching the action piece by piece.
“Okay.”
A bottle of lube finds Teru’s hand. Then, slick clear liquid traces from his fingers down Shigeo’s shaft. He gasps as a bite of pleasure erupts from the feeling. Legs shift below. He looks up just to realize they’ve both been staring down at it. Mob can’t tell if Teru looks hungry or nervous.
Teru lines them up before he can figure it out. A moment of hesitation as the tip hits his entrance. He gulps.
“Do you—” Shigeo stops him.
Teru glances up, eyebrows just faintly knit together.
“Do you need to— is just that enough?”
Blushing, “I… already got myself ready.”
A finger along the cleft of his ass, “I could have helped.”
Teru shakes his head vehemently.
“I wanted to do it myself so I could… take my time and stuff…”
Half truth. It’s their first time. Uncharted waters. A proving ground. He won’t give up even a lick of control until he’s an expert.
Shigeo wasn’t trying to undermine him. Moreso, he’s imagining Teru’s thighs clenched around his wrist as he rubs his prostate to completion.
“Okay. Maybe next time.”
Unintentionally, those words put Teru at ease. There’s a next time, even if it doesn’t go like Teru planned.
A breath against his chest.
“Sorry… can we start now?”
Teru’s entrance has been teasing Shigeo this whole time.
“Ah,” Teru blushes again, “I’ll— one second.”
It’s a reality check. His awareness only compounds as he sinks down, stretched with a slippery burn. Strange sounds spill out and he holds his breath to keep the rest inside.
Heavy exhale at the bottom. Time resumes.
Shigeo, holding on for dear life below him asks, “H-how is it?’
Teru’s hand trails along his own stomach, like Shigeo’s shape is tangible from inside. “It might sound cliche but I feel… full.”
Shigeo visibly shudders.
It’s just what Teru wants to see. Newfound confidence, he presses a hand to Shigeo’s thigh, “you seem so innocent but you’re actually perverted, aren’t you?”
Airy, “how can I not be when you’re so— you bring it out in me.” Teru squeezes down on him, “Ah—!” Shigeo’s hands twist in the sheets, “you— you’re too much.”
Yes! Holding back an obsessive grin, “You don’t sound like you’re gonna last long.”
“I’m not.”
“That’s fine,” Teru shifts a little, getting into proper position, “as long as I get to watch when you can’t hold back anymore.”
Knees sunk into the school provided mattress, Teru lifts his hips up, catches his breath, sinks back down.
It feels sort of… weird. Kind of what he expected, minus the jaw dropping pleasure. He’s half annoyed he didn’t nail it right from the get-go, but he’s no quitter. Impatient as ever, he picks up the pace, both in an attempt to hunt down that feeling, and to quell insecurities of inexperience by making Shigeo feel good.
It works. Shigeo throws his hands over his eyes, face red and skin glistening. Every movement caresses a moan from his mouth. Teru loves seeing that. He’s getting it right. He groans a little from the self satisfaction and Shigeo keens, hands shifting to Teru’s hips just to hold onto something.
Eyes black and blown out, Shigeo’s eyebrows knit together. Teeth press on his bottom lip. It’s not just the feeling— Teru’s voice shoots pleasure directly into his head. He tries not to do too much, to let Teru set the pace since he’s letting Shigeo in, but he keeps shifting down, squeezing, wet, hot—
Shigeo moans under pressed lips. It’s almost shocking how open his expressions are like this. He makes a warning face at Teru.
“Wait,” Teru rocks his hips, “it doesn’t feel good for me yet—” but as he says it, he angles Shigeo’s cock in him just so and— “Ah—! That’s—”
Repeating, he plunges down to that spot again, starts fucking him harder as breaths pour off his tongue.
That addition breaks Shigeo and he strains, “wait, I can’t— I can’t— Teru, I’m gonna—”
Teru isn’t close yet. But he’s wanted this for years now and there’s nothing that will stop him from doing everything he can to be Shigeo’s number one. Because I love him, and someday he’ll love me.
“What are you holding back for?” He asks, squeezing down, picking up the pace, going deep— “let me have it, rival.”
Shigeo’s eyes go wide and in an instant he’s thrusting up into Teru. The back of his head digs into the pillow and fingers dimple into Teru’s skin enough to turn it white. He doesn’t even moan, just squeezes his eyes tight as he cums deep enough to push both their hips above the mattress. Heels pressed into sheets, skin to skin, panting, he empties months of pent up fantasies into him.
“G-good boy,” Teru says a line he’d always imagined, immediately red-faced at how it sounds in real life.
Shigeo doesn’t note the line at all, just Teru’s embarrassment after the fact and thrusts up one more time with a groan. Face to Teru’s chest, he breathes, “You’re s-so cute…”
Teru goes even redder.
Before he can think about how he just embarrassed himself during their first time, Shigeo pulls out and pushes him onto his back, takes him in his mouth.
“W-wait!” Teru buries his hands in his hair. His cock aches as emotions catch between pleasure and humiliation, “I’m gonna—!”
He gasps, fingers twist in Shigeo’s hair. From behind, two fingers shove up his ass and press into his prostate. Their movement goads Teru’s hips up involuntarily and he moans, shocked.
“Wait— I’m gonna—!!”
Shigeo’s own release drips from Teru’s ass down his knuckles. Beyond hot. He’s so excited to hear him cum.
Teru’s climax shoots to the back of his throat. Mob groans. Fingers press in harder— rub Teru’s prostate with selfish desire all the way through and far past orgasm. Until he’s milked and his uncontrolled sounds are a mishmash of whimpers and pleas.
Overstimulated and shaking, Shigeo finally pulls out and allows his hips to drop. A long stretch of fluid connects them.
Shigeo spits leftover cum onto a shirt destined for the laundry. “Tastes bad.”
Between catching his breath and coming back down to earth, Teru laughs, then cries.
“Crying?!” Shigeo scrambles back up to him, “are you ok? Did I hurt you?”
Teru wipes a sweaty arm across his eyes, “I’m so happy.”
“That we’re together?”
“That you’re good at sex.”
“Eh?” Shigeo looks half offended.
“You spend years in love and you start to get worried, especially since you’re so reserved.”
“I never thought that about you…”
Teru sits up on his elbows, grinning at him.
Shigeo studies Teru’s face, drops his offense just as soon as he gets close. They’re in each other’s air, noses millimeters apart.
“How did you know how to get rid of my cold feet?”
Murmuring, at the edge of a kiss that doesn’t connect, “I did stuff I wanted to do anyways. It just worked out.”
Finally, Shigeo closes the distance. The wet smack of lips, then open mouths, they lick into each other. Teru falls to the mattress as he buries his hands in Shigeo’s hair, pulling him down with him. Shigeo climbs to get a better angle for their kiss, then drops down to his elbow. Their naked skin touches.
With his other hand, Shigeo teases Teru’s nipple and his breath turns heavy. Teru pushes him off just far enough to ask, “how long do you think it’s gonna take to get all of this out of our system? Decades?”
Shigeo’s eyes are hooded and glued to him, “I’ll keep doing this with you when you’re sixty.”
“Sixty…” Teru groans and squirms unpleasantly, “we’ll be so old…”
Pushing back up onto his palm, “I think you’ll be cute.”
“If you say so…” Teru notices Shigeo blush, “wait, you’re not seriously picturing it?!”
He nods, averted from slight embarrassment.
“What do I look like?”
“Like… a hollywood director. I think you’d wear big circle glasses and colorful suits. And ascots.”
“You just described what I’d wear, not what I look like.”
A kiss. “I think you’d look the same, just… older.”
“You’ll be a hunchback,” Teru teases.
“Huh? I will?” Shigeo asks, wide-eyed, “That’s not fair.” Somehow both whining and defensive, he says, “I work out… you’re the one curled over your sewing machine all day.”
Teru blinks, “Wait, I’m the hunchback?”
Suddenly, Teru has a foreboding vision of the future. He joins Shigeo on his run the next morning.