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“You’re beautiful, Reo,” Yukimiya murmurs, and the praise makes him flush. He can’t help but squirm under Yukimiya’s heavy touch, unused to such drawn-out foreplay.
Nagi has never been much of a dirty talker. He flatters Reo in his own way, and Reo is more than used to being sung praises by those around him, but it’s never anything like this. Yukimiya’s voice is soft, and low, and it makes Reo feel almost embarrassed.
He’s stripped Reo down to only his boxers, now. His hands are firm on Reo’s thighs, rubbing up and down, lips grazing over his neck in little butterfly kisses. Reo had never realised just how sensitive his thighs are, but each drag of Yukimiya’s palms sends a shiver through Reo’s body.
A small noise, something like a moan, escapes him when Yukimiya’s hands push up a little further. His fingertips tease at the edge of the black of Reo’s boxers, just barely brushing against where Reo’s cock sits, hard and untouched.
“Oh—”
“You really are sensitive, aren’t you?” Yukimiya whispers, hot into Reo’s ear before nipping at the lobe. “Look… I haven’t even touched you there and you’re already dripping.”
Reo knows, already. They haven’t really even started with what he’s always considered sex to be, and he’s already overwhelmed by the pleasure. He ends up glancing down, anyway, to see the faint wet spot forming in his boxers at the tip of his cock.
He bites his lip and quickly looks up to meet Yukimiya’s gaze, shaky, colour rushing to his cheeks as he struggles to think of a defence. “I—it’s not like that, I just—”
“It’s okay,” Yukimiya promises, before Reo can even decide on what to say. “Means you’re feeling good, and that’s all I want.”
It’s a little embarrassing, still, but Yukimiya has a way of calming him down, making him feel safe.
That sort of comforting attention is so new, and it almost feels wrong to have it focused on him so entirely. Sex with Nagi has always been… well, just sex, and Reo has never felt this way before. Pleasure fills his whole body, pulsing out from his thighs and his neck. It’s almost too much—all that, without Yukimiya really even touching Reo’s cock.
He does it now, though. Finally palms Reo over his boxers, all at once, and Reo keens as his hips jerk up toward the sudden sensation. “Fuck—”
Yukimiya strokes him a few times like that, through the cotton, all the way from the base to the tip. He pauses there to rub a fingertip over the wet spot, dipping into his slit, and Reo moans again, louder. He doesn’t even know what to do with himself; fingernails dig into white sheets and his toes are curling already, helpless.
Reo chases him each time Yukimiya lifts his hand for another stroke, bucking into every touch. When Yukimiya pulls his hand away entirely, he’s left to thrust into the air, whining at the lack of friction.
Yukimiya laughs lightly, and even if it’s a little mean, Reo doesn’t mind. All he cares about is getting Yukimiya’s hand back on him, getting more of that feeling.
“Look at you,” Yukimiya marvels. “Ready to come already.”
“I—hah—maybe?” He thinks he could, probably. A few more strokes just like that, Yukimiya’s thumb gliding over the tip—Reo lets out a little whimper just imagining it, cock twitching in his boxers.
Another chuckle. “Soon,” he promises, splaying his hand out over Reo’s exposed stomach. “I’m supposed to be giving you some good memories, right? I wouldn’t want it to end so soon.”
Right—because Yukimiya is only doing this to help Reo get over whatever is going on between him and Nagi. The word breakup feels so strong, but he supposes it would be right. There’s nothing else to describe the aching in Reo’s heart when he thinks of Nagi, or the way he’d spent all day in Shibuya trying to avoid him.
Yukimiya is, admittedly, doing a good job though. Even if a pang of sorrow rings through him every time he thinks of the way Nagi looked at him from across their group, it’s difficult to focus on that for too long when Reo is so close to coming already.
“Here,” Yukimiya says a moment later, reaching for the waistband of Reo’s boxers. “Let’s get these off.”
Reo does what he can to lift his hips and help Yukimiya slide them down, but he mostly just ends up moaning at the drag of the fabric over the tip of his cock, grinding up into it until it’s gone.
He watches Yukimiya carefully fold up the boxers and set them aside with the rest of Reo’s clothes, and although Reo would usually be just as neat and meticulous, he finds himself wishing Yukimiya would just hurry it up.
Yukimiya takes the opportunity to finally undress himself too, though, and Reo decides that he can live with that. His eyes don’t leave Yukimiya as he peels off his shirt, or undoes his fly, not wasting any time in stripping once he’s gotten started.
His cock is half hard already despite not having been touched, and the sight of it alone has Reo licking his lips. When he gets back up onto the bed beside Reo, Reo can’t help himself. “Please,” he says, shifting over to sit right in front of Yukimiya. “Let me suck you off.”
Yukimiya regards him for a long moment before shaking his head. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s alright,” he says softly. “Another time, if you still want to—right now, just let me take care of you.”
Reo blinks a few times, a bit taken aback, but nods. “Sure,” he says.
Nagi had always been so eager to get a blowjob that Reo hadn’t even considered no as an option. It’s strange, to just let Yukimiya touch him, but he doesn’t object as his hands find his chest, smoothing over the skin, feeling him up before landing on his nipples.
He takes one between two fingers and gently rolls it, and Reo surprises even himself with the little gasp he lets out. Nobody has ever touched him in that way before. Just like his thighs, he wouldn’t have expected himself to be sensitive there, but it’s like the touch goes straight to his cock.
“Yukimiya,” he gasps, breathy, and Yukimiya’s response is a little smile, almost a bit coy.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he asks, reaching up for the other bud too. He pinches it lightly, just barely tugging on it, and Reo feels another pang in his loins.
He moans again when Yukimiya pulls on both at the same time, letting his cheek rest on the sheets as his eyes fall shut. It’s easy to just melt into the pleasure, not a thought in the world but the throbbing of his cock and the warmth in his chest.
Yukimiya spends most of his time just massaging Reo’s chest, hands splayed over the skin, occasionally tweaking one of his nipples. Each time he tugs on or pinches one of them, it draws a small noise from Reo, keeping his erection alive no matter how long passes.
His attention turns downward at some point, and Reo opens his eyes once more as warm hands trace down his sides, lingering on his hips before finally landing back down on his thighs. Reo lets out a pleased hum, spreading his legs a little bit, trying to encourage more.
“You’re doing so good, Reo…”
Reo lets out a shaky breath at that, and nods. He’s doing good—doing good enough, and he is good enough. Yukimiya doesn’t just say it, either, he makes Reo feel it as he ducks down to press light kisses over his stomach, drawing a line down to the insides of his thighs.
The sight and feeling of Yukimiya’s mouth so close to his cock has Reo whimpering, hips lifting up just slightly into the air as though it might somehow give him the friction he’s so desperate for. Yukimiya doesn’t linger there, though, just gives a few kisses before he’s sitting back up, reaching down to rub at Reo’s thighs and spread his legs just a little further apart.
A finger trails back, eventually, and comes to brush over Reo’s hole. Reo freezes up a little immediately, even as it sends a pleasurable shiver up his spine.
“I—not there,” Reo breathes, and Yukimiya pauses, just holding him for a long moment.
“Okay,” he says softly, raising his hands to rub at his thighs again instead. “Okay.”
Reo’s body wants it, though. Jerks up to follow Yukimiya’s finger when he pulls it away, desperate for it. But he’s not ready.
Nagi had been the first to take him there, after all. He’s not quite over it enough to be ready for somebody else to do the same, even if this is supposed to be helping him with that…
“Would you rather top, then?”
Reo quickly shakes his head, reaching out for Yukimiya’s wrist to guide one of his hands back up to his cock. “Just… like this?” he asks, almost a bit nervous. As always, though, Yukimiya is nothing but reassuring.
“Whatever you want, darling.” Reo’s sure his cheeks go bright red immediately, but he can hardly even focus on that or the pet name when Yukimiya’s fingers curl firmly around his cock once more.
“Oh,” he breathes, jerking up into Yukimiya’s touch involuntarily. “That’s—oh, I—”
“That’s it,” Yukimiya coos, giving him a long, slow stroke. “Keep going, Reo. I’ve got you.”
He just holds his hand there at the tip, unmoving, so Reo has no choice but to fuck up into his hold. Short, staccato thrusts that are nowhere near enough. Yukimiya seems to be enjoying it though, looking down at Reo with that same demure smile even as Reo goes to such lengths to embarrass himself.
“Keep going, you’re almost there…”
“Please,” Reo gasps, hips canting up off of the sheets again and again. Yukimiya doesn’t touch him, but he does talk him through it the whole time, voice sweet as honey.
“Come on,” he says. “You can do it, Reo.”
“I can’t,” Reo insists, despite his moans and the way his cock twitches in Yukimiya’s hand. He’s so, so close, if only Yukimiya would just touch him. He ends up saying it, too, desperate cries of, “Please, touch me, please, please…”
Yukimiya tightens his grip just a little, giving Reo a bit more friction, and leans down to brush a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Come for me, Reo.”
Never did Reo thinks words alone would be enough to bring him to his release, but fuck if Yukimiya isn’t amazing. Reo cries out louder than he ever has before as he comes into Yukimiya’s hand, most of it spilling out onto his stomach.
“Feels better when you have to work for it, right?” Yukimiya teases, finally curling his fingers around Reo’s twitching length. Reo lets out a cry, struggling to pull away from the overstimulating touch as soon as it’s started.
Yukimiya gives him one slow, dragging stroke before he lets Reo go, just watching as he collapses down into the bed. Reo is still panting, trying to catch his breath as his mind tries to catch up with just how easily Yukimiya had turned him into putty.
“Good boy,” Yukimiya hums, slowly caressing the curve of Reo’s hip. “You did so very good, Reo.”
“Thank you,” Reo finds himself mumbling, eyes falling shut for a moment as he tries to compose himself. It’s difficult, with cum staining his stomach and sweat covering his body, breath still coming out in desperate heaves, but he manages. If there’s anything Reo is good at, it’s keeping himself composed in the most difficult of times.
He always thought as much, at least; it’s something he’s had to do, as the Mikage heir. Each day that passes where things are like this between him and Nagi has himself doubting that, though.
He shakes his head a little bit when he finds Nagi on his mind once more. There’s no point focusing on something that will only make him upset.
It’s easier to focus on Yukimiya, anyway. His hand is wrapped around his own cock, now, eyes closed, lips parted. A picture of bliss as he groans.
“Let me help,” Reo says quietly, but Yukimiya still won’t allow it. He opens his eyes, giving Reo one of the most lustful looks he’s ever seen.
“Just stay there, let me see you,” he says. “So pretty, Reo…”
It doesn’t take long at all for him to come, Reo’s name on his lips, come spilling into Reo’s stomach as well. The feeling is a little bit gross, but it also turns Reo on, impossibly so. He feels his soft cock twitch just at the idea of Yukimiya coming on him, marking him.
He’s more than spent though, content to melt into the bed as Yukimiya wipes his hand off onto the soiled sheets.
Yukimiya is quick to retrieve a damp washcloth, running it over Reo’s stomach, wiping away the come and grime as best as he can.
“Thank you,” Reo says again, struggling to imagine what he’s done to deserve such care.
“Of course,” Yukimiya says, spending a few more moments tidying him up before setting the washcloth aside. “Did you have a good day?”
Reo almost has to laugh. “I did,” he says instead, and admitting as much out loud feels like a little bit of a weight off of his chest. “This morning was a little awkward, maybe, but… today was fun. I really mean it—thank you.”
Yukimiya’s smile is gentle, and even if Reo feels like there might be some pity hidden there, he can’t bring himself to mind. He does feel better now, more relaxed in both body and mind, and he relaxes into the sheets easily. “Good.”
Yukimiya reaches down to cup Reo’s cheek for just a moment, before brushing messy bangs from his face. It makes Reo’s heart skip a beat, and he looks away, hoping to hide how flustered he gets from such a simple action.
The butterflies aren’t the same as the ones he’d gotten around Nagi, though. It’s too early for Reo to even begin to think about anybody else in that way; Nagi is still too engraved into his heart. Even so, the gesture is more than welcome. Yukimiya being so sweet with him has helped a lot.
Has shown Reo that maybe he’s still somebody who’s worth being given attention, being loved.
“You should shower,” Yukimiya says after a moment, pulling away his hand.
Reo lets out a little sigh, halfway sitting up. His limbs still feel like jelly, and becoming one with the bed for the rest of the night sounds much more appealing, but he knows Yukimiya is right.
He’s spent many a night staying in bed with Nagi after sex since Nagi always insisted, and Reo always regretted it in the morning. The cuddles were nice, cuddles are always nice, but not feeling like a gross sticky mess is perhaps nicer.
“You’re right,” Reo says. “I’ll make dinner when I’m out, so don’t go anywhere!”
It’s the least he can do, he figures, after all the kindness Yukimiya has shown him. It hurts a little, maybe, knowing that this intimacy between them has only been out of pity, but it’s hard to care too much when Yukimiya’s words and touches have felt so genuine.
So Reo decides not to care. If somebody wants to be nice to him and help him out, why should he care why they’re doing it? Yukimiya has been here for him, and that’s all that matters.
After all, it’s more than Nagi can say.