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Despite basically having a built-in set of friends, who work together, who eat together, who go out together, who travel together, —you name it, Harua felt homesick.
Back home, he could be at peace. Just him and his parents. Whenever he felt down, he could just slip out of bed and into theirs. The soft hum of the air conditioner would silence his roaming thoughts while he melted into his mother’s embrace.
He didn’t feel out of place back home. There, he could go out as he pleased. Walking just to walk.
But ever since his debut, he felt like he was on a leash. Everything was practically watched. His face, his words, his actions, sometimes even what he was thinking! (Although he was 90% sure they just made up the comments based on his facial expression…)
Being an idol had been a dream of his back in Nanago. But now, it feels like a chore. Harua was exhausted.
In the city, he had to do everything in his power to avoid fans. Or stalkers, as Nicho would like to call them. Harua couldn’t even leave the dorms without dressing like some sort of criminal.
Not to say he wasn’t grateful, anyone would’ve killed for this opportunity. He had gained a family. The eight members had welcomed him as best as they could for just meeting a few months ago.
But, they didn’t understand him. It felt like no one did. All he wanted to do was stay in bed and cry.
That night, he couldn’t handle all the loud noises of the group. Everyone was so touchy, he felt like he was suffocating.
“…i call for a rematch!” Taki loudly exclaimed, tossing his cards on the floor as Kei gloated about his victory.
Yuma pouted off to the side, clenching his cards with one hand while the other was shaking Jo by the shoulder. “How could you let that happen, I told you to place down the plus two!”
“I thought you meant plus four?” Jo shook, recalling a few seconds prior before turning his head back and forth. “Besides, it isn’t a team game.”
“Oh whatever… I—“ Yuma continued , but Harua flushed his loud voice out, choosing to focus on the sound of Eujioo breathing next to him.
Actually, he didn’t choose to. Eujioo was right beside him. No, like, directly next to him. Shoulders touching and all.
“Do you guys wanna order anything?” Fuma called out from the dimmed kitchen, popping out from the doorway on his phone.
“Ooh, get—“ Nicho began, a bright smile decorating his face. However, he was quickly interrupted by an equally enthusiastic Maki. “Get burritos!”
At the sound of the younger teen’s voice, Harua perked up. Maki. He was around Harua’s age—not nearly as close as Taki was, but that’s irreverent. The boy was easy to talk to. A safety net for ‘social events’ like these.
Yet, Harua’s head wouldn’t stop moving. It was as if he was in an endless loop. The same thoughts and worries repeated until he’d grown tired of his demise.
Quietly standing up, feet swaying as he got readjusted to the floor instead of the warm, soft couch.
“I’m gonna shower…” Harua mumbled out before flinging himself across the hall. He could feel their eyes on him. But he couldn’t bring himself to care, they knew how he was.
He quickly grabbed a change of clothes before rushing into the bathroom. Harua opened the glass door to the shower, turned on the faucet, then threw himself on the edge of the counter.
He slowly rubbed his eyes, yawning. Wordlessly, he lifted his shirt up and over his head. Throwing it on the floor where the rest of his clothes would end up in seconds.
As Harua stepped in the steamy capsule, he breathed a sigh of relief. The hot splash of water on his tired muscles practically pulled the stress out. All he could hope for was sleep coming easy to him.
Spoiler: it didn’t.
Harua tossed and turned on his bunk, unable to fall asleep. He let out an annoyed huff of air before punching his pillow, trying to tire himself out.
He just wanted to sleep. Was that so hard to ask for? He did everything possible to increase his chances:
He took a hot shower.
He put on comfy pajamas.
He wore glasses that blocked blue light.
He drank a cup of tea.
He did breathing exercises.
He even took some melatonin.
After all these efforts, he was met with nothing. He was so, so tired. But couldn’t manage to fall asleep. Jo, his roommate, should’ve been the easiest member to sleep in the same room as. He was quiet, kept to himself, and clean.
However, Harua found himself getting agitated at the soft sound of his snores. They were barely recognizable over the fan. Maybe he was just insane. The lack of sleep was getting to him.
Who knows? Harua just wanted to go home.
With a small sigh, he tugged his hand out from under the covers to search around for his phone. Eventually, he found it edged between the bed frame and his mattress.
The loud light of his phone made him wince, squinting his eyes until he turned down the brightness. He paused for a moment before pulling up his Mom’s contact.
He pressed the call button, but was met with no response. Harua wasn’t surprised, it was the middle of the night.
He turned his phone off and cuddled deeper into his pillow, pulling his covers higher as if he could somehow drown in them.
It was like that for a minute or two, before Harua grabbed his phone, unlocking it to be met with his messages with his Mom.
He stared at the keyboard uselessly, tearing his eyes away to look up at the delicate ceiling (if you could describe it like that). He soundlessly typed a few words, then tossed his phone across the bed in an effort to shut his brain up.
All he sent to his Mom were three words. I miss you.
This routine happened for the next few weeks. Staying up all night, unable to sleep. Sitting around all day, unable to socialize.
He must’ve looked like the grouch, or some homeless kid. His eye bags felt deeper than the empty hole in his heart.
As much as the other members tried to appeal to him, he was indifferent. Mindlessly nodding along to a conversation before they noticed he wasn’t paying attention.
Harua knew it bothered them, but couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He just wanted to have a good night's rest.
On the fifth day of him wallowing in his own pit of drowsiness, one of the members approached him to talk.
“Hey, Harua?” He slowly lifted his head, cocking an eyebrow at the tall guy in front of him. It was Kei. Harua hummed in acknowledgment.
“Are you okay?” Kei asked before sitting down next to him.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” He responded, confused.
“Oh, no reason. You just look tired, that’s all.”
Harua frowned, pulling out his phone camera to see his face. He didn’t think he looked that bad. It was barely noticeable. Kei was looking in too deep.
“Really? I don’t see it.” Harua mumbled, putting his phone down to see another face joining the conversation.
“Now that you mention it, Harua has been dozing off in between practices recently.” Euijoo added in, making Harua’s sleepy mind jump with the sudden appearance.
“Here,” Kei grabbed his phone, looked something up, and shoved it in his face. “This could help find you some new ways to sleep better.”
As his eyes scanned over the paragraphs, he groaned aloud. “I already do all of these, nothings going to work—“ The words died on his lips and a loud, glowing, red blush appeared on his cheeks.
Euijoo let out a giggle next to him, his finger coming up to point at the words. One of the most effective methods to aiding insomnia is engaging in sexual activities as it promotes relaxation and reduces stress hormones.
“You’d even get something else out of it!” Kei lets out a laugh from his other side. Each chuckle shaking the phone dangling in front of him.
Harua struggled to respond, his mouth dropping down wide in embarrassment like a trout. He began to stumble all over his words before squeaking out a small, “Excuse me?”
The two laughed even harder at his reaction, clapping him on the back as they watched him find something to say.
“Don’t—…um, don’t say things like that.” Harua cried out. They just grinned at him.
“Don’t be so shy, Harua.” Kei teased. Why wouldn’t he be??? “You could ask one of the other members to help you.”
“Yeah! Let’s see…” Eujioo smiled, looking around the room for their victim. “He would be too old for you, he would be too nervous, he would be too enthusiastic, he wouldn’t even think about it… Aha!” He exclaimed, eyes focused on one member. “Perfect.”
Harua panicked. “What, who?! I didn’t agree to this!” Euijoo all but ignored Harua’s protests, raising his hand at a certain puppy-eyed member.
A cold shiver went down Harua’s spine as he opened his mouth. “Maki, would you come over here?”
He froze, unable to move after Euijoo practically shot him in the head and left him on a train track to rot.
The boy quickly came over to the three of them, wiping sweat off his forehead as he smiled down. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing, we were just wondering if you could do Harua a favor.” Kei said, trying to stifle a smile.
“Sure, what is it?” Maki easily agreed, grabbing a water bottle from the floor.
“Well, you know how Harua’s had some problems sleeping lately? We did some research and found a method that could actually work.”
Euijoo nodded before jumping in. “But, he needs your help for it.”
“Of course, what would I need to do?” Maki said, unknowingly signing himself up for a certain activity.
“You would just need to—“
“—Nothing!” Harua shouted, the same blush still lingering on his face. “You wouldn’t need to do anything, don’t listen to them!”
Kei shot a hand up to cover his mouth, “You would just need to have s—“ Harua lunged at him, shooting him off the bench and tackling to the floor.
Moments later, once Kei was down, Harua sighed in relief. Glad to have avoided that moment of embarrassment.
“Sorry about that, forget what he was…” He began as he turned around, but was quickly silenced at the sight of a rather red Maki listening to a grinning Euijoo pointing at the very same article from before.
If he could die at any moment, he wished it would be right now. Maki’s eyes shoot up to meet his own, catching him off guard.
Harua shrieks and falls backwards, elbowing Kei in the face, which is one of the least of his worries.
He wants nothing more than to crawl into a cave and die. Well, maybe crawling back home into his bed and dying, but that’s not relevant.
When he looks back up, all he can see is Euijoo’s sly grin and Maki’s undefinable expression both staring at him. He puts his head back down.
The topic isn’t addressed again until later that night. When all nine of them are in the middle of eating dinner.
Everyone’s off talking in little groups at first, chatting about new shows they watched or hobbies they’re getting into. But with one little question, Kei seems to stop everyone.
“So, Euijoo…” He grins, trying to be quiet around the others. “What did Maki say about sleeping with Harua?”
Yuma spat out his drink, “What did you just say?!” Ignoring how he sprayed Jo with his water.
“Yeah, I second that.” Nicho gaped, wiping his eyes as if he was hearing things. “What did you just say?”
Kei and Euijoo just grin at each other, laughing at the uproar they caused. “Oh well—“
“It’s nothing.” Harua interrupted, glaring daggers at the two boys. “Ignore them, it’s some silly thing they made up in their head.”
“Uh, no.” Kei retorts, smiling ear to ear. “We did some research to see what would help Harua fall asleep.”
“Now that you mention it, it has been a problem lately.” Jo recalls, remembering the last few nights of falling asleep with Harua wide awake, and waking up with him wide awake.
Harua groans, dropping his fork and putting his head in his hands.
“He does look more tired than usual…” Taki thinks, rubbing his chin as he tries to ‘ponder’. He shrugs. “I guess it might be for the best.”
“Stop being so blunt!” Maki squeaked out from the opposite side of the table. The other members laughed at his red cheeks, but Harua couldn’t even bring himself to look up.
His face was hot. He thought that if anyone would even graze their finger across his cheek, they’d get third-degree burns.
“Guys, please…” Harua pleaded.
“So, are you guys gonna do it?” Nicho giggled, looking between the two. “I just need to know if Jo or I need to get out of our rooms for a night.”
“I read that it was better to do in your own bed if you want to fall asleep better,” Kei suggested. “Since it’s more familiar.”
Jo agreed, then looked over at Maki, “I guess I’ll take your bed for tonight.”
Maki gawks at him, appalled at even the situation they’ve been pushed in. “When did we agree to do this?”
“Come on…” Euijoo laughed, grabbing Maki’s cheek. “Don’t you wanna help out Harua?”
He gave him an unamused glare, swatting his hand away. “I do, but doesn’t this seem a little.. I don’t know, inappropriate?”
“It’s fine.” Yuma laughs, his eyes crinkling in amusement. As if he enjoys their suffering. “You’ll get used to it soon enough.”
Safe to say, they do not get used to it. Not even remotely. Especially as they sit side by side on the top bunk of Harua’s bed. They feel like two kids forced to play with each other by their parents. In both ways.
The room is dark, only illuminated by the soft, warm-lighted lamp near them. Harua twiddles his thumbs, unsure of what to do.
“You know… we don’t need to do anything. We can just lay down.” Maki suggested, his voice breaking the loud silence between them.
“Yeah.” Harua nodded, not meeting his eyes. Wordlessly, the two maneuvered around each other, ending up with their backs turned to each other.
The blanket covering them did little to warm them up in such a tense environment, yet they said nothing.
He didn’t know how to feel about the situation. Sure, he needed some sleep. Harua had felt unrested for a few weeks now. He missed his family, his parents, his home. It just kept him up at night.
Harua had tried so many strategies that would supposedly ‘help him sleep’. But none of them have ever worked.
Asking Maki to help him sleep wouldn’t normally make him so embarrassed. However in these circumstances, he turned red at the thought.
Minutes went by, and Harua couldn’t fall asleep. Everything seemed to distract him. The distant voices in other rooms, the air blowing from the fan, the shuffle of his feet on his sheets.
Maybe Kei and Euijoo were right, he could ask for Maki’s help and this could all be over.
With one last huff of breath, he turned around. “Maki, I—“
The boy was already facing him. His eyes were like deep pools of chocolate that he wanted to lose himself in.
“I…” Harua began, stumbling over his words. “We should—“
“Yeah.” He breathed out, glancing down at Harua’s mouth. He licked his lips. “We should.”
They surged forward, lips clashing together as the two of them grabbed onto one other. Harua’s hands threaded through Maki’s dark locks. Angling his head to explore as he pleased.
Maki’s hands grasped onto his waist. So firmly it felt like red marks would forever indent themselves onto his back.
All Harua could say was that kissing Maki felt hot. He could feel every twitch of the boy's fingers. The feeling of Maki’s lips pressing against his was foreign, unfamiliar.
But he wasn’t against getting to know them better. Harua dipped his tongue in, tasting the rim of Maki’s soft lips.
“Mmph—“ Maki whimpered, opening his mouth to welcome Harua. He gasped, the tingle of the sharp teeth against his tongue causing a shiver to go down his spine.
Maki seized the opportunity to tug Harua closer, yanking him flush against himself. Their legs slid together, tangling like strands of hair.
If Harua’s heart could go any faster, he would’ve been sent into overdrive. It was like he was aware of every movement the two of them made. And, honestly, he didn’t mind.
Moments later, after he felt satisfied enough with the amount of kissing they did, he broke this kiss. Harua tugged Maki down, bringing them together by their sweaty foreheads.
Their lips grazed against one another, hot breathes mixing. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Finding Maki already staring right at him.
Without words, the two continued. Harua turned over on his back, head falling back against the large array of pillows.
Maki climbed over him, sitting in between his legs. In a single movement, he came down and shoved his head in Harua’s neck. Lips attacking, sucking, biting into every possible corner of his skin.
The pressure of Maki’s firm, thoroughly-kissed lips on his neck shocked him. He felt pinned to the bed, trapped underneath the boy's legs.
Harua clinged onto him, hands grasping onto Maki’s hair as if he could press him deeper into his skin.
Once he pulled away with a string of saliva, red marks decorated the older boy’s neck. They were different sizes and shapes, but still left a trace of him being there.
Maki grinned at the sight, devilishly looking up at him. The glint in his eye conveying emotions Harua never could’ve imagined before.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Maki grabbed his shirt and threw it off, tossing it over the edge of the railing. Harua sat up, eyeing his movements like a hawk. Following Maki, he took his shirt off and shoved it somewhere.
They were silent for a bit, taking in the other’s body. The curve of Harua’s waist to the broadness of Maki’s shoulders. The thin coat of sweat along their skin. Everything felt so… indescribable. He didn’t know what to call it.
Harua wrapped his arms around Maki’s neck, bringing him close enough to stare into each other’s eyes. It felt like they knew everything.
He unraveled his hand from its position on the boy before grabbing Maki’s own and guiding it to his ass. With that, the other boy shuffled down the bed. Head dangling above Harua’s crotch.
His hands came up to dip inside his waistband, just before tugging down everything and tossing it off the edge of the bed.
The deep pink of Harua’s tip fell on his stomach, a bud of precome dripping out. Maki’s hand tentatively wrapped around his dick, stroking a few times to stimulate it.
Harua threw his head back, his legs scrunching up as he looked down at the boy. A harsh blush cascading all over his body. He let out a high shriek as he felt a hot warmth swallow him.
His legs came up to wrap around his neck, tugging him impossibly closer to his core. Harua felt like he needed more and less at the same time. It was the most he’s felt in a while.
“K..keep going.” He stuttered out, his grip on Maki’s hair tightening. The boy took him fully, his slick tongue gliding across his covered dick. Harua let out an embarrassingly loud whine as he sucked down.
He could feel Maki’s growing smile on his dick, like he enjoyed his neediness. He pulled off, leaving a trail of saliva wrapping around Harua. Then grabbed him by the backside of his knees and pushed forward. He definitely enjoyed it.
Harua groaned at the sight, being bent like a pretzel as Maki took in the view. The boy is silent for a few moments, eyes flashing around the bed as if he was looking for something that wasn’t there. “Do…you have any lube?”
Maki gulped, his adam’s apple bobbing. Harua’s eyes were locked on it, unable to rip them away. “Uh, no…can you go ask for some? Maybe.”
He breathlessly nodded, climbing off of Harua. Doing so allowed him to see the line of Maki’s erection in his pants. Harua held his breath until he heard a door close.
“Oh my god…” He groaned as he threw his head back, legs coming down to rest on the tousled sheets. He ran a hand through his hair, feeling the sweat lining his forehead.
Absentmindedly, he wrapped a hand around himself. Maki’s coat of salvia acted as a good oil, easily allowing him to stroke his dick. It wasn’t as good as it was when another person was doing it, but it still helped aid the burn he felt without anything.
A few seconds later, an out of breath Maki shoots through the door, still shirtless. He immediately drops his hand to the bed, staring off the edge at the grinning boy.
“I got some.” Maki huffed, holding up a half-empty bottle of lube and tossing it up into Harua’s hands. Soon after, he joined him on the bed, shooting out to grab Harua’s waist, rubbing it with his thumbs.
Harua smiled up at him, laying back down on the bed. “Who’d you get it from? Especially at this hour.” He turned to the side, searching for his phone before flipping it over. 10:52.
Maki leaned down, lips grazing his own, noses bumping against each other, dark eyes locked on one another. He grinned. “It’s a secret.”
“Come on!” Harua groaned, his hands traveling down to rub the boy’s shoulders. “I’m naked and you’re half naked. Is there really any room for secrets?”
“Oh, shut up.” He laughed and Harua’s smile grew impossibly soft. Maki titled his head, finally connecting their lips, planting a few firm kisses before mumbling against his lips. “Let’s just continue.”
Harua hummed, his tongue slipping out, teasing the boy. Maki sighed, relaxing into Harua. Their lips glided back and forth as if it was second nature.
Maybe Maki let his guard down too soon, though. As it only took Harua a second to hitch his leg up over his waist, push his shoulder back, and flip them over. The bed let out a loud creak, the sheets twisted and turned around them.
Harua grinned down at him, his eyes turning a playful tint. Maki gulped as he gazed across the body perched up on top of him. Legs wrapping over, caging him down. Neck covered in love bites, lips swollen and wet, hands resting on his chest.
In a split second, Maki’s hand rose up to fondle his ass. Massaging the skin, rubbing it, digging his fingertips into it. Harua yelped, falling down onto the pillows above his head.
Maki’s lips met his shoulder, immediately attaching themselves onto the juncture of his throat. His hands continued to explore. It felt different. Not a bad different, particularly. But he wouldn’t call it good, yet. He wanted more. Needed more.
Harua stiffened as he felt a finger graze his rim, barely touching. As if it wasn’t there. The finger rose up, drawing a line in between his cheeks. His cheeks grew red, burying his face deeper into the pillows. “Just get on with it.”
“Patience, Harua.” Maki scolded. But he could feel the boy’s smile growing against his neck. The hand retreated, going to its previous place on his waist. The other hand, though, he could hear rustling around the sheets. Searching for the bottle of lube.
“Aha!” Maki exclaimed under his breath, bringing a smile to Harua’s face. A bottle popped open behind him, fluids sloshing from wall to wall. Maki coated his fingers in the liquid, rubbing them together to warm it up.
“Are you ready?” He whispered into his ear, the hand on his waist rubbing circles on his back as if to comfort him. Harua nodded.
An amused huff of air came out the boy. “I’m gonna need some verbal confirmation.” He rolled his eyes, melting further into him.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Maki refuted, quietly giggling against him.
“Yes, I want you to put your damn fingers in me.”
He just laughed in response, lifting his head to plant a kiss on his silky skin. “Don’t mind if I do.”
Harua just groaned, wanting to sink deeper into the bed and float away. He tensed as he felt a wet finger trace his rim. His hands tightened against the sheets, bracing himself.
Maki continued to rub his back, as if to soothe him as a finger began to enter. It burned. Maki began to whisper sweet nothings in his ear, as if to encourage him to endure it. “…that’s it…you’re doing so well for me…just a moment more, Harua.”
When the second finger came, it was entirely different. He groaned at the stretch at first, the burn. But, it wasn’t the same as before. Along with the pain, came unexpected pleasure. His hips jolted forward, rutting against the boy below him, the boy rubbing his back, the boy mumbling in his ear.
“Mmph—“ He hissed as the fingers came deeper, massaging his walls. Harua pushed back as if to swallow them even more. Maki separated his fingers, coming into a scissoring motion. Harua yelped out, hands shooting to grasp onto his hair.
“Is this okay?” Maki muttered, tilting his head back to lock eyes with Harua. His kind, warm, inviting eyes trapping him in. Harua just smiled, brushing his bangs off his head to kiss his forehead.
“Yeah,” He panted. “It’s more than okay.”
Maki nodded, eyes searching his body for any signs of discomfort. When he deemed Harua okay, he nuzzled into his shoulder. “I’m gonna add another.”
He hummed, putting his head back onto the pillows. Making sure to have Maki in his line of sight. His breath hitched as the finger slipped alongside the two. The intrusion caused a low moan to slip from his mouth.
Maki began to pull the fingers in and out, thrusting inside him. Wet smacks of excess lube bubbled up at every push. Harua panted, sweat building on his temple.
His hands threaded through the black locks, using it as a handle. His hips pushed back against the digits. It felt erotic. Harua’s mouth dropped open, eyes falling shut in pure ecstasy.
Maki continued opening him up, his other hand raising to caress the back of Harua’s neck. His mind felt blank. Before, he couldn’t stop his thoughts from racing. It was one of the main reasons for his lack of sleep.
But now, he feels exhausted. He couldn’t conjure up anything except filthy thoughts. Being bent over, taken, claimed, anything that invokes pleasure for himself.
Maybe those two were right about all of this, or maybe they were just joking around. Who knows, who cares? All that he knows is that Maki is certainly good with his hands.
Breaking his trance, Maki extracts his fingers, wiping them against Harua’s ass. Slowly, as if not to break him, Maki sits up, bringing him with. Resting his entire weight on Maki.
A hand comes to support his back, the other remains on his ass. He removes his head from the shoulder, preciously sweet eyes containing a small hint of another emotion. Like he wants to eat him.
Wordlessly, Maki turns the two of them around. Laying Harua down on the bed, rearranging his pillows to make him as comfortable as possible. His gaze falls, locking on the tent in his pants before coming up to his eyes.
“Take them off.” Harua ordered, slightly annoyed it took this long. In a second, his pants flew across the room, landing god-knows where. Maki panted, his painful erection visible through his boxers.
He looked like an eager puppy, easily complying to Harua’s commands. He giggled, hands coming up to cup Maki’s jaw.
His briefs followed right after shucking them off and dangling from the railing. His cock hit back against his stomach, covering his belly button. Tip leaking precome like there’s no tomorrow. Harua’s eyes trailed it, from the plump balls to the veins decorating the sides.
He gulped as Maki grabbed the lube before giving it a few strokes. Eyes falling shut as his head tipped backwards, he let out a relieved sigh. Like he was so hard it hurt.
Without shame, Harua gripped his own dick by the base. Slowly pumping the skin in time with Maki’s own movements. He felt like he would come any second.
Maki’s eyes dropped open, watching Harua touch himself. His soft cheeks claimed a faint blush before he readjusted himself. He scooted closer on his knees, slotting himself in between Harua’s smooth thighs.
Hands coming down to rub up and down on them, soothing both their worries. He moved to grip him by the knees, lifting his legs into a sitting position.
Maki gulped, looking for comfort in Harua’s eyes. “Is it weird that I'm nervous?” He asked quietly, moving himself to hover over Harua, who’s hands captured him, once again, by the jaw.
“I am.” He whispered, thumb moving to rub Maki’s cheekbone. “I…I’ve never done this before.”
“Me neither.” Maki murmured as he stared down at Harua. They were both in this together. Just the two of them. Harua smiled, bringing Maki down to plant a comforting peck on his lips.
Maki smiled back, moving Harua’s thigh up higher to increase the accessibility. He came down to rest their foreheads together, both looking down at their situation.
His hand left Harua’s thigh, coming to wrap around himself. Moving down to prod against the now-prepped hole. Their eyes met, conveying a silent message between the two of them.
Maki’s hips etched forward as he breached his core. Their breaths hitched, overwhelmed. There were so many different feelings at once. And they were just getting started.
Harua shut his eyes as Maki split him opens Legs coming up to wrap around his back, locking at the ankles as if to trap him there.
“Shh…it’s okay.” Maki panted, rubbing circles on
his thin waist. Eyes traveling across the body laid in front of him, for him. “I’ve got you.”
“Is it almost finished?” Harua whined, tears building up in the crook of his eye. Maki’s hand came over to wipe them, smoothing them into his skin.
“We’re barely halfway.” He responded, tilting his head to place a soft kiss on the tip of Harua’s nose. He groaned, wiggling his hips like it would make it go faster.
After a few minutes, Maki’s cock was buried to the hilt. Panting filled the room, it felt hot. Too hot. It was nothing like he expected. Sweat covering the bed, uncomfortably sticking his back to the sheets.
The pain soon smoothed over, leaving a feeling of fullness in Harua. He felt like a thanksgiving turkey after being stuffed. Maki’s hands were holding Harua’s hips with a tight grip, daring himself to let go.
Harua tensed around the thick cock, his body unsure of where to go from this. He squirmed under the weight of the taller boy. Harua let out one final breath. “…you can move, now.”
Maki nodded, he looked like he was about to burst. As he pulled out, just leaving the tip, Harua whined, dick twitching uselessly against his stomach. Taking his time, he pushed back in.
Harua let his eyes flutter shut, basking in the pleasure, the heat of their bodies. Maki continued the painfully slow pace, not wanting to hurt him.
But, he wanted more. He needed it, craved it. The pressure in his stomach grew, uncomfortably sitting there, slowly growing. “…faster…please.”
The boy’s eyes searched him for a moment, checking out his blissed out, needy expression. The cock twitched inside of him. He began to frantically nod. “Yeah, okay…I can do that.”
Hips began to slam at an increased pace, shaking the bed against the wall. Harua let out a shriek at the sudden burst, hands coming up to wrap around Maki’s neck.
Everytime they connected, a little whimper would fall out of Maki’s mouth. His balls started to hit Harua’s ass, making an embarrassingly loud slapping noise.
Maki’s grip on his hips never failed. Even as he moved them down to get deeper inside the boy laid out all pliant for him. Harua tensed around his cock, squeezing it in all the right ways.
He moved his head down, unable to continue keeping it up, he planted it right in the crook of Harua’s neck. Heavy breathing right in his ear as he drove himself inside.
At this point, his hips were off the bed, supported only by Maki’s need to slam himself inside. Involuntarily, his back arched, pushing his chest further against the other boy. One of his hands left his hip, grasping around Harua’s leg to lift it to rest over his shoulder.
It opened even more possibilities. Maki rutted in even deeper, hitting his prostate. Harua screamed, his mouth dropping open to gasp for air. Following that, Maki thrusted only in that motion. Continuing to strike the bundle of nerves.
His moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. Anyone passing by would know what’s going on behind the closed door, but it’s not like they didn’t tell everyone beforehand.
Too engulfed in pleasure, Harua’s teeth came down to bite on Maki’s shoulder. His hips stuttered before picking up again.
“…are—hah, are you c…close?” Maki whimpered as he thrusted deep into him. He felt Harua nod against him, teeth still lodged in his shoulder.
At that, Maki reached down to grab Harua’s dick. Smearing the leaking precome all around the swelling tip. All his skin was flushed and sweaty, as if he was at his limit and was about to combust.
His hand was fully wrapped around it, pumping, squeezing, twisting. It was so intimate, being stimulated in two different areas. Even if they weren’t that far.
Suddenly, Maki pressed his finger down at the tip of his glistening cock and he reached his climax. His hips convulsed, sending shockwaves through to Maki. Harua’s back arched and his eyes rolled backwards, letting go of his grip on Maki’s shoulder, he fell backwards. Cock quivering between their bodies as his come spurted out.
Maki didn’t last much longer, his hips faltering as Harua squeezed his shaft. He trembled with every clench before pushing himself impossibly deeper and tumbling over. Harua whined as hot liquid spilled inside his walls. Trapped by the glistening cock, not a drop coming out.
They basked in the afterglow, going limp against one another. Harua gazed at the ceiling with his chin hooked over his shoulder, it was hazy and kept dimming. He felt fulfilled, spent, tired.
His hand traveled up to stroke the boy’s hair, the other one reaching over to rub his back. Harua could feel Maki’s chest heaving. Boneless against the bed, they laid.
A minute or so passed when Maki regained his senses. He looked over at Harua, blissed out, and brought their lips together in a slow, passion filled, kiss. Harua could barely react before he pulled away.
Maki sat up with a yawn, watching the sticky remains drip between them. He pulled out with a hiss, glad to get rid of the overstimulation, but upset to ‘get rid’ of Harua.
Shortly after, Maki quietly climbed down the ladder, leaving a worn-out Harua. He squirmed around for a moment as the cold spent leaked out past his rim. Fortunately Maki didn’t take long to come back.
He returned with a box of tissues and some clothes. Wordlessly, he wiped the come off of Harua’s stomach before doing the same to himself. Keen to be taken care of, Harua closed his eyes. Relaxing in the comforting atmosphere, before he was rudely snapped out of it by hands wrapping around his ankles and lifting.
His leaking hole was exposed to a wave of cold air, he yelped as his legs were pushed on Maki’s shoulders. Another hand came to push on the small of his stomach. Harua whimpered, feeling the come ooze out like a stream.
Maki was quick to wipe it off, collecting it on a tissue before putting both legs down. Then he began to dress the two of them, grabbing a pair of boxers for Harua. “You could’ve warned me, y’know.” He huffed as he slipped his legs into too-large underwear.
“Where’s the fun in that?” Maki giggled quietly, grabbing the shirt to pull onto Harua. It was one of Maki’s.
“Haha, so funny.” He pouted, glaring at Maki as he slipped the soft shirt onto his still-flushed skin before he laid back down on the messy bed.
Maki just laughed at him, quickly getting dressed before laying right beside him. His laugh slowly died out, both of them staring fondly at each other in the silence.
Harua sat up and pulled the covers over the two, snuggling into the warmth. As soon as he came back, Maki plastered himself to his chest, arms wrapping around his slim waist.
He let out a breathless laugh before bringing a hand up to stroke Maki’s head. For the first time in a while, he felt sleepy. Like he could pass out any second now. I guess Kei and Euijoo were right. How annoying.
It was quiet between the two of them for a moment, he could feel Maki’s soft breath against his neck. His eyes began to droop, closing every few seconds before a voice stopped him.
“It was Euijoo and Nicho.” Maki tiredly mumbled, his hands still rubbing Harua’s back.
“It was Euijoo and Nicho…what?” Harua asked, making sure to keep his voice down to not disrupt the atmosphere.
“It was Euijoo and Nicho who let me borrow their lube.” Maki whispered before dozing off into a light sleep. His head falling limp on Harua, who was silent for a moment.
“…what.”