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Yushi hates it.

He hates to live in a cramped dorm room, sharing it with a random guy from his university. He hates how that very same guy leaves his clothes all over the room, not cleaning up after himself. He hates how that guy called Sion snores at night, making it impossible for Yushi to catch any sleep.

Yushi hates how Sion prefers partying over studying, spending most of the evenings at campus bars. Yushi hates how that couple years older person doesn’t have any basic manners, acting however he wants. For example making a hideous amount of noises while crawling back from the pubs.

He hates how there’s not even the teeniest tiniest piece of privacy. It’s not like Yushi would be dating anyone, but young men have young men’s desires and needs. But more than that, Yushi can’t stand how Sion brings random girls into their shared room.

It’s always after Yushi has gone to bed. The Japanese doesn’t even know how many times this has happened since he has probably slept through some of these night visits (at least he’s praying that from the gods). But there have certainly been times when Yushi has woken up from his sleep, only to hear some girl making annoying whiny sounds about two meters away from his bed.

First, it was a shock. Yushi could hear his roommate, his grunts and huffs resonating in the darkness of the room. He could hear disgustingly well how the older one was thrusting into those girls, trying to shush their screams at the same time. Yushi remembers once hearing how Sion had asked the girl to keep quiet so his roommate wouldn’t wake up. The Japanese had almost snorted out loud, because duh, it was too damn late.

Sometimes Yushi was still awake when that asshole stumbled back into their room, pulling his guest after him. At those times Yushi pulled the blanket over his head, trying to muffle the nasty sounds echoing from the other side of the room. Because for some freaking reason, Yushi didn’t want to embarrass those girls by making it clear that he was awake.

The Japanese doesn’t want to admit it, but somehow he got used to those ‘incidents’. It was still sickening as hell and every time Sion did that, Yushi was planning his murder. But when he had heard the random moans and groans enough times, it wasn’t a shock anymore. It was more like one more annoying thing on top of everything else.

Well, one could think the problem could be solved if Yushi just opened his mouth and told Sion that he can’t have sex in the dorm room when Yushi is home as well. Wrong. Yushi remembers it as clearly as yesterday, when he tried to talk about it. He had muttered out the words, saying how uncomfortable those moments made him. But that fucker had just stared at him and finally, can you believe it, offered to buy a pair of earplugs.

After that conversation the situation had become even worse. Now that Sion was aware of Yushi hearing everything, he became more bold. Sometimes when he brought some drunk girl home, he came to check Yushi first by bending close, so close that Yushi could feel his breath against his neck. At those moments Yushi just squeezed his eyes shut, knitting his eyebrows together as he wished for the roof to collapse over Sion’s bed.

The peak moment was one evening, before the Korean had even left to see his friends. Yushi was sitting on his bed, blinking his eyes as he wondered what the hell the other one was doing.

“I feel bad for you so I thought this could help a little bit”, Sion had said while placing a drying rack between their beds. “Help what?” Yushi had asked with disbelief. He had zero idea what was the use of that white metallic thing, unless to dry wet clothes. When Sion hung one single bath towel on the rack (which was already dry, by the way), the younger one looked at the other confused.

“It’s a sound barricade so you don’t need to hear everything”, Sion had said, seemingly proud of his invention. “I mean, I will probably find someone on my way home.”

Maybe you already guessed it, but that damn thing didn’t block a single sound. On that night Yushi heard some girl moaning oh so annoyingly, chanting his roommate’s name over and over again. When the Japanese had shot death glares towards the source of noise, he had seen the back of Sion’s thighs, the skin peeking from behind that ridiculous towel.

His cheeks burning with red color, Yushi had just turned his back at the others and shut his eyes. He would fucking kill that man one day.

It’s one of those nights. Yushi had come back to their dorm room a while ago, feeling a little tipsy after having a few drinks with his friends. To no one’s surprise, the room was empty. Sion was probably hopping from bar to another, searching for his nightly prey. The idea of it makes Yushi shudder from disgust.

After jumping in and out of the shower, the Japanese pulls on a fresh pair of pajamas. He’s more than ready to fall on his bed, maybe watch Netflix from his phone and then drift into the dreamland. The smile is already tugging the corners of his lips upwards when he remembers changing clean sheets to his bed in the morning. You may call him simple, but fresh sheets under his skin is one of the best feelings Yushi knows.

The Japanese gets under his blanket, resting his head on the pillow before taking the phone into his hand. He thanks the gods for his roommate being somewhere else, even though it probably means the older one waking him up with those horrific sounds later on. Nevertheless, Yushi enjoys having the dorm room all to himself for an hour or two.

The clock on the wall shows past midnight when Yushi’s eyelids finally give up. He places the phone on his night table, tucking himself under the covers and sighing in a pleased manner. Yushi has some lectures waiting for him the next day, but he could still sleep longer than normally. One more of those simple pleasures in his life. Without fully realizing it, the man slips into the dream, his peaceful breathing filling the room.

It would be perfect if Yushi could have slept all the way until the morning. But no, just like he predicted, he doesn’t wake up by his alarm. Oh no, he wakes up because that damn drying rack makes a sound as someone bumps on it.

Yushi turns his head, just to see what’s going on. He sees two pairs of feet moving towards Sion’s bed, accompanied by soft giggling. The rack has moved a bit so Yushi sees how those two figures fall on the bed, one of them hitting his head slightly. Or that’s what Yushi assumes by the pained hissing he hears in the dark.

The Japanese turns his back to the jerk roommate and his lady of tonight, letting out a quiet sigh. All he can do is to try to catch up on sleep as soon as possible, before those two get to the business. And based on the gasps he can already hear, they might get things going pretty soon. He seriously needs to make a new request to swap roommates, even though his previous inquiries have been denied every single time.

Just before Yushi falls asleep again, the drinks from earlier still weighing his tired mind, he hears something – something completely different from before. He opens his eyes, blinking them as he tries to comprehend what the sound was. Yes, it was a moan. Yes, it came from the direction of Sion’s bed. Yes, it was low and husky, clearly made by a man. But the twist is that it wasn’t Sion who made that noise.

How Yushi knows that, you may ask. Well, it’s not like he wouldn’t recognize his roommate’s voice. But then there’s also the fact that it would be very weird for the older one to moan his own name.

“Oh my god, Sion..”

The dragging groan lingers in the room, making Yushi’s whole body shiver. His eyes are now fully open, as big as rice bowls, blinking every now and then. At some point he realizes that he has been holding his breath, making him exhale long and deep.

The Japanese tries to understand what’s going on. It definitely sounds like there’s a man in Sion’s bed, with the said roommate. But that doesn’t make any sense, doesn’t it? Because why on earth that womanizer would have brought a man home with him? And possibly have sex with him??

The kissing sounds from two meters away are loud and clear, there’s no way they could be doing anything else. Wait a minute, it’s actually quite possible they’re doing something else – on top of kissing. Because after a few minutes of smooching Yushi can hear a quiet whimper.

“Put it inside already..”

Yushi swallows hard when he slowly turns his head, peeking over his shoulder. The room is dark so he can’t see that well, but one thing he sees a bit too clearly – bare butt cheeks, shining in the tiny amount of light the street lamps are casting from the other side of the window.

Yushi swallows again as his eyes get used to the darkness, being able to see more and more as the minutes pass by. He can see Sion pressing himself against that person, that person who indeed is a guy. He can see how that dude’s legs are pointing towards the roof, his calves resting on Sion’s shoulders as he lays on the mattress.

He can see how the sweat is already dripping down from Sion’s chin. He can see his roommate’s lips part for a gasp, a grunt escaping his throat once in a while. And when Yushi’s eyes shift a bit lower, he can see Sion’s hard-on thrusting into that stranger’s ass.

Something flips under Yushi’s lower abdomen as he keeps staring at those two figures on the other side of the room. He cannot turn his eyes away, not even close them. It feels intrusive to look at them, but at the same time it feels even more intrusive that they’re doing it right there.

“Fuck..”, the man under Sion moans quietly.

Yushi bites his lower lip as he turns around, as slowly as possible. Earlier he would have thanked the gods for the room being so dark so he wouldn’t need to see everything. Now he sends his gratitude for being able to watch without being noticed. Once the idea pops into his head, the blush grows on his cheeks. What the fuck he’s thinking, has he become a freak? A pervert??

But as Yushi keeps watching those two, he cannot but stop blaming himself. Does it really make him a pervert if it’s his roommate who decides to have sex in his presence? Nope, no one can blame the younger one for keeping his eyes open in his very own room. Yushi is the victim more than anything else.

Sion fastens his movements, pushing himself into that man with more strength than before. Yushi’s eyes return to his roommate’s dick, studying how the length disappears into the clenching hole and pulling back out in a second. There’s something slick running down between that stranger’s buttocks, dripping down on the bed sheets. Once again something squirms under Yushi’s lower abdomen.

The room is full of sighing, suffocated moans and quiet gasps. Each and every one of them hit Yushi’s nerves like an electric shock. By the time Sion makes a trademark voice, the one Yushi has heard many times before, the Japanese knows that the older one is close to climax. That’s probably a very problematic fact to know about your roommate, but Yushi couldn’t care less at the moment.

The thing that troubles him the most is the fact that he’s as hard as a rock. Maybe it’s because of the noises, maybe it’s just his body reacting weirdly to this ultimately odd situation – who knows. But liking it or not, there’s an embarrassment growing on Yushi’s spine, making him press his thighs tightly together. He seriously cannot get aroused by watching that jerk having sex with a man, it’s impossible!

One could think the situation wouldn’t get any worse. Ding, wrong. Because it gets nearly disastrous in the next few minutes. Because when Sion finally hits the peak of his drunken pleasure and slumps on the top of the stranger, Yushi finds his own hand sliding towards his hard-on. Before he fully realizes it, he’s already palming that same erection through his pajama pants – and that’s when the catastrophe begins.

It’s a slight error, a tiny mistake. You know, something unintended which still has mega sized consequences? The film makers have made a whole movie about the topic, calling it the butterfly effect. It’s one of those movies that makes you appreciate your life, making you notice how the things in your life are actually quite good – at least compared to the movie characters’ lives. But now Yushi is the main character, feeling the consequences of this one tiny incident very clearly.

The incident, meaning as a soft gasp, escapes from between Yushi’s lips, the quiet sound flying across the room. It’s a misstep caused by his own hand, making him feel a bit too good for the tiniest moment. And once that sound carries to the other bed, the blood in Yushi’s veins freeze.

Sion is still laying on top of that random male, just like he does to every one of his night visitors after succeeding in his lusty mission. But this time is different, because usually Sion doesn’t pay any attention to his roommate, not caring less about the younger one’s presence. But when he hears that tragic gasp, he turns his gaze towards the source.

At that moment, their eyes meet in the darkness. Yushi is staying still, palm on his manhood under the blanket, feeling too paralyzed to even breath. Sion on the other hand looks a bit too laid-back, not even a bit shocked about the fact that someone has been watching him.

Yushi isn’t even hundred percent sure if Sion actually sees him in the dark. Maybe all he has is a hunch that the Japanese is awake. Maybe this is just one of his many ways of trying to make his roommate’s life insufferable. Maybe, and hopefully, they aren’t actually staring each other in the eyes.

Then, Yushi sees it – the smirk on Sion’s face. The smirk before he gets up on his knees, taking a hold of the stranger’s thighs. The smirk before he starts to move his hips again, making the man on his bed moan.

“Ah, yes.. Keep..going..”, that man sighs, trying to stay quiet.

But there’s no reason for him to keep quiet, because Yushi hears it all, loud and clear. He swallows hard, trying to comprehend what’s going on.

Well, here’s the summary; he’s holding his own dick while Sion is still staring at him with that horrible intensity – all the while fucking that guy a couple meters away from his roommate. It all feels way too surreal, because something like this cannot simply happen. Right?

Either way, Yushi’s eyes are glued to the older one. He swallows nervously as Sion lets out a sigh full of pleasure, not sure who that sound was meant for. That very same sigh makes the younger one shiver all over, forcing his palm to move against his manhood. And just like that, Yushi finds himself jerking off to his roommate. That’s truly something he thought would never happen.

The Japanese presses his lips tightly together, making sure that there wouldn’t be the second sound leaving his throat and exposing him. It’s already so hard to try to move his hand without moving the blanket at the same time. Suddenly he feels like a teenager again, trying to ease his overdriving hormones without waking up his parents.

Unlike back then, now Yushi isn’t completely alone. Now he’s staring at his insufferable roommate, feeling more aroused than in a long time. He tries to push that thought back, because he’s pretty sure there’s some kind of unspoken rule about not thirsting over a straight man you’re living with – especially if he’s as annoying as Sion.

Yushi sees how the man in question leans his head back, showing off his Adam’s apple. It’s bobbing beautifully in the darkness as the older one gasps for some oxygen, making Yushi’s hand move even faster. The tension under Yushi’s lower abdomen grows tighter once he notices that the same Adam’s apple moves every time Sion thrusts into that man. He must feel really good, Yushi finds himself thinking.

Suddenly the man on Sion’s bed lets out a stuttering whimper, curling his toes in the air. It sounds like he just reached the peak of his own pleasure, now grabbing the sheets under him. Yushi wonders how it might feel to have Sion’s length inside your body, the tip of that jerk’s dick touching the deep end. The whole idea makes his hip thrust against his own palm.

It might come as a surprise (at least at this point), but Yushi is completely, a hundred percent straight. He has faced accusations of his sexuality over the years, and to be honest, he has weighed different options on his own as well. Sure, he can find some men to be beautiful or handsome, but that’s just an objective matter. Has he ever kissed a boy? No. Has he ever dreamed of kissing one? Once again, no.

But now his imagination is one leap away to run wild, creating living images about Sion fucking him like that stranger, and weirdly, it doesn’t scare him. More likely it confuses him, weirding him to the point which makes his skin tingle and spine shiver.

This is probably where Yushi would need to draw the line, where his rational thinking wants to take control. But for some reason, his hand doesn’t read his mind, not even a bit. Instead, the Japanese can feel the precum sticking to the front of his pajama pants, wetting the fabric under his grip.

The last critical straw must be when Sion turns to look at him once more. Their eyes meet, both staring at each other with a certain intensity. By now Yushi is a hundred percent sure that his roommate knows he’s awake and he really sees him. His ears are burning as his hand won’t stop moving, not even when Sion’s gaze sifts onto his blanket. Somehow it makes it all even more hot, knowing that his roommate is looking at him jerking, all the while pushing into that spent man one more time.

Like they would have made a contract about it, they both let out a pleased moan in unison, both meaning as Sion and Yushi. The only difference is that Yushi needs to turn and hide his face against the pillow, muffling the noise he makes. Sion on the other hand closes his eyes tightly, maybe moaning more loudly than normally. Or maybe not, maybe Yushi is just imagining it while getting his pajama pants all wet and dirty, pushing his manhood desperately into his fist.

In a second, all you can hear in that room is tired panting, followed by the sloppy kisses from the other side of the room. That’s when the embarrassment falls on the Japanese, making him realize that he’s all on his own, pants damp and hand sticky with his own cum – all the while Sion is making out with someone. Jesus, I’m the pathetic one after all, Yushi thinks to himself.

That night was absolutely horrible. First, Yushi had to listen to the post-make out by those two, which lasted like forever. At the same time, Yushi had to pretend to be asleep, although Sion knew damn well that he wasn’t. When he was already sure his roommate’s guest was leaving, he had to disappoint since Sion just guided them to the shower.

It got even worse after that guy finally left their room. Clock was god knows what and at first Yushi was sure he would be able to go and clean himself in the bathroom. But no, instead of going straight to sleep, Sion had stayed awake for the longest time, just sitting on the edge of his bed. The Japanese could feel the older one’s eyes burning on his back, probably wondering if Yushi had finally fallen asleep – or just to annoy the hell out of his roommate.

It was nearly 5am when Sion was finally sleeping soundly, snoring his heart out in his bed. Only then Yushi dared to get up and tiptoed his way to the bathroom, getting rid of his half-dried pajama pants. If he’s lucky, he’s able to catch a few hours of sleep before heading to school. In fact, while cleaning himself under the warm shower, Yushi wonders if he should wake up a bit earlier. You know, just to avoid meeting Sion in the morning. Because that must be awkward as fuck.

Once getting into a fresh pair of underwear and a t-shirt, Yushi walks back to his bed, glancing towards the person sleeping on the other side of the room. Sion looks so peaceful, like he wouldn’t have any worries in his life. It’s kind of unfair, Yushi thinks to himself. Why isn't Sion losing his mind over the things that happened only a couple of hours ago? Why is it only the Japanese who’s ready to rip his eyes and ears out of embarrassment?? It’s so so unfair.

Trying to keep his mind clear, Yushi sits on his bed and tucks himself under the blanket. He should not think about it when there’s nothing he can do. He could think of some emergency plan while sitting on a lecture, but now, the only thing he could do is to sleep.

The younger one closes his eyes, trying his best to not knit his eyebrows together. There’s no reason for him to get any stress wrinkles on his beautiful milky skin just because of Sion. Yeah, everything would be fine. If nothing else helps, he would just quit the school and move back to Japan. Or just jump to the sea. Easy solution, just like that. He’s such a smart guy.

A big yawn escapes the man’s lips when the tiredness finally wears him down. Before he can even notice it, he’s already drifting to the dream.

If the night was horrible, the morning is downright horrifying. Yushi wakes up before his alarm, probably too stressed about the possibility of needing to talk with his roommate. He brushes his teeth a bit too carelessly, still having an awful taste on his tongue by the time he leaves the dorm.

On his way to the university, Yushi rubs his neck, sighing as the stress from last night falls on him once again. He cannot believe it actually happened – him rubbing and coming off at the most annoying person he knows, but also Sion watching him, for sure knowing damn well what he was doing.

It feels wrong, so utterly wrong that it makes Yushi’s stomach flip up and down. Yushi shakes his head as he tries to stop thinking about the matter. He shouldn’t wallow in despair. Instead, he should think of a plan. He should come up with a solution on how to get rid of his roommate for good and never ever talk about the last night with him (or anyone else, because it’s damn sure Yushi won’t admit the incident to anyone).

Once reaching the lecture hall, the Japanese sighs from relief. Here he could breathe a bit, because there’s like a zero chance to see Sion here. They’re majoring in completely different fields and Sion’s department is located at the other end of the building. So even if his roommate decides not to skip school today, there’s no way they would meet up even by accident.

Yushi sits somewhere in the middle of the seat rows, dropping his backpack next to his feet. He knows the lecture will be deadly boring, because the way their professor speaks is so numbing. Usually Yushi would have the hardest time to attend this class, but now, oh how happy he is to sit here, ready to numb out his brain.

The Japanese leans back on his seat, watching how the professor walks into the room. Right after his eyes focus on something else.

“Hey, good morning”, Anton smiles as walks to the other and sits next to him.

Anton is probably Yushi’s best friend at the campus. They had both arrived in South Korea at the same time, like literally. Yushi’s first memory of Anton is from the train they took from the airport with a bunch of other exchange students. The shy looking guy from the United States had asked if Yushi wanted to play some cards with him. That’s how they met and became quite inseparable.

They had both also made the decision to stay in South Korea, continuing their bachelor studies in the now familiar university. Yushi was happy that Anton had stayed as well, he would have at least one close friend here by his side. He needed one, especially when he had no luck with the roommate candidates.

“Morning”, Yushi replies with a soft smile. “Did you get home safely last night?”

Anton was one of the friends Yushi had drinks with before those fatal happenings at night. Oh Jesus Christ, Yushi needs to stop thinking about that.

“Yeah, I just wish I would have left at the same time with you”, Anton chuckles. “It would have been better to skip the two last beers and head to sleep earlier than I did.”

“I bet”, the Japanese nods, shifting his eyes back at the professor who’s now scribbling something on the blackboard. Not that going home early would guarantee a good night sleep though, he thinks to himself. He was in bed pretty early and what happened? His sleep was practically ruined.

“By the way, what are you doing after classes?” Anton suddenly asks. “I was thinking it would be kind of fun to go swimming after a long time. Wanna come along?”

Yushi is still staring at the teacher with a thoughtful expression. Swimming is fun, yes, but with Anton’s competitive ass it’s far from relaxing. He’s also so tired that he would probably drown himself in the pool.

“I think I’m going to pass this time, if you don’t mind”, Yushi finally replies, glancing at his friend at the same time. “I have some assignments to catch up on and I need to do it today. Sion should have late evening classes so I will have the room for myself.”

“It’s fine, I get it”, the taller one says back, fishing the laptop from his bag. “To be honest, I would go crazy with a roommate like that. You’re the most brave person I know, daring to live with that hooligan.”

“It’s not like we all would have the cash to live in our own apartment”, Yushi mutters. He doesn’t mean anything bad with it, but sometimes it feels like Anton doesn’t remember everyone isn’t from a healthy family like him.

“You know, you can crash on my sofa for a few nights if it gets super awful with him”, Anton keeps talking, ignoring his friend’s dry comment. “At least think about it.”

“Yeah yeah, I will keep that in my mind”, Yushi sighs. To be honest, he would even move on Anton’s couch if it would be up to him. But Yushi hates to feel like he’s in debt to someone. And he doesn’t have a single idea how he would repay his friend for staying at his place. Although, now accepting the offer sounds more tempting than ever. “I’ll let you know if things get unbearable.”

Anton doesn’t have the chance to answer anything since the familiar numb voice interrupts them.

“Okay then, let’s get started”, the professor clears his throat, getting everyone’s attention.

Three lectures down and Yushi is ready to die from exhaustion. It’s not that the lessons itself had been particularly hard, but because of his night sleep lacking so severely. It was the right decision to skip swimming with Anton, Yushi thinks to himself.

The Japanese takes a look at his phone screen while walking out of campus. It’s nearly three in the afternoon. If Yushi remembers correctly, Sion should have late lectures. He could go back home in peace and maybe nap a little. After that, he doesn’t have any idea what he should do. Yushi was supposed to come up with some kind of plan, but his tired brain couldn’t handle any information.

Maybe he should take the offer and spend the next few nights at Anton’s couch? He could have at least a little bit more time to think what to do – or where to move next. Because there’s no way he could live with Sion after the last night. Even the memory makes him uncomfortable, his ears and cheeks turning red from the heat.

On his way home, the memories from last night keep flooding back into Yushi's mind. Suddenly all he can think about is Sion’s low groans or how his fingers grabbed that stranger’s thighs. Yushi bites his lower lip as he remembers seeing his roommate’s length thrusting into that man, making him shiver all over.

Yushi shakes his head as the living image of Sion’s intensive stare pops into his mind. He really needs to stop thinking about those things, he really does. Or at least wait until he gets into the safety of his room – just because his jeans start to feel uncomfortably tight.

The young man rushes to the dorm building, slowing his walking pace once getting closer to their room. Yushi stops behind the door, listening for a while, even pressing his ear against the surface. He cannot hear anything, so he should be safe.

Opening the door carefully, Yushi peeks inside, making sure that Sion has really left the room. He looks around the space, his stomach sinking a little when seeing the older one’s bed. How come he can instantly imagine those bare buttocks shining in the dim light, reliving the scene from just hours before.

The Japanese shakes his head (god knows how many times he has already done that today) before stepping inside, pulling the door closed after him. He drops the backpack on the floor, kicks his shoes off and wanders further into the room. Yushi stops at his track when he sees a suspicious item on his bed.

It’s a plastic bag, placed neatly on his pillow. Yushi tilts his head as he tries to come up with any reason why it’s there. He for sure didn’t leave it after him in the morning. Carefully, the man takes the bag in his hand and peeks inside.

There’s another plastic wrapped item. Yushi takes it out, a confused expression on his face. It’s a new set of pajamas, a very cute one to be honest. The clothing is baby pink, decorated with the images of bright red strawberries in it. There’s a post-it note stuck on the plastic wrapper, a familiar looking scribbling on it.

Yushi’s cheeks get so hot that his fingers almost burn when he touches one of them. The initial at the end of the message cannot mean anything else than his roommate. So Sion really saw him last night, there’s no room for doubt anymore. The second option is that he checked out Yushi’s pajamas in the laundry basket – and he’s not sure which one is worse.

The Japanese groans out loud, throwing the wrapped pajama set back to the bed, rubbing his face with open palms fiercely after that. Why life is such a struggle, he thinks to himself.

Well, it’s not like the older one would be wrong. Yushi really needs a fresh pair of pajamas or else he needs to deal with ones that has those dried stains all over the groin area – and he has no time for that, not if he wants to catch any sleep before heading out for the next several days. Because the more he thinks about it, Anton’s couch sounds the best option he has – especially after that gift.

Feeling defeated in the situation, Yushi looks at the packaging on his bed. He swallows hard before leaning towards it, picking it up in his hands. It’s cute though, he thinks to himself once again. And if you need to know one thing about him, Yushi is a sucker for cute things. The Japanese sighs before ripping the plastic wrap open, biting his lip as he takes the clothes out.

The pajama is literally crazy adorable, like you could see a picture of it in a dictionary, next to the word ‘kawaii’. The shirt has short sleeves and neat collar, a tiny pocket decorating the chest. The little buttons on the front are also shaped like strawberries.

The set has shorts as a bottom part. Yushi eyes the length and wonders if the set has been made for women or men. The color or the pictures of berries doesn’t mean it’s clearly for women, real men can also wear something colorful. Or that’s at least what Yushi thinks. Sighing once more, Yushi proceeds to undress himself.

One might wonder, why isn't he just sleeping in his daytime clothes? Or just keep a t-shirt on? Well, the truth is that Yushi hates to sleep in so called normal clothes. Last night was already a trial, the shirt feeling like it wouldn’t breathe at all. Also, it’s not like Sion would ever know that he actually used the clothing. He could just toss it into a trash can after waking up from the nap, who cares.

Yushi pulls the pajama pants up and dresses the shirt on. The man bites his cheeks as he reaches to touch his buttocks – the shorts are barely covering them. Well, at least he got an answer, the clothing is most probably a lady fit.

The Japanese wonders if the pajamas are something that Sion hoards in their room, ready to give those to his nightly guests if they stay overnight. That’s the most rational explanation Yushi comes up with. Why else would Sion give something like that to his roommate, unless he had it on hand already?

Yushi shakes his head, trying not to get caught on to a ridiculous thing like this. He can wear the pajamas for an hour or two, before trashing them for good. Now he just needs to get in bed and close his eyes, get a quick nap just so his exhausted brain could rest even a little bit. After that he could leave and head to Anton's place and (hopefully) never see Sion again.

The man tucks himself under the blanket, letting out a heavy sigh. He’s laying on his back, his facial expression relaxing with each breath. Today has been truly stressful, Yushi thinks to himself. The emotional workload alone tired him down to the point it felt like he had spent the whole day at the gym. The nap is truly needed.

The problem is that when everything is quiet around him, Yushi’s mind wanders back to last night. The Japanese swallows as his roommate’s panting and gasps fill his mind again. This is seriously a problem, he thinks to himself. There’s no good reason for a straight guy to think about his roommate’s sex noises while getting ready to sleep.

Yushi turns around on his stomach, only to whine as his half-hardened manhood gets squeezed between his body and the mattress. What’s wrong with him?? Now he’s getting hard for that jerk – again?!

The man groans in frustration as he presses his face against the pillow. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he will suffocate in the end. That should end the intrusive thoughts wandering in his mind, right?

The Japanese keeps laying there, nibbling his lower lip. It’s literally impossible to fall asleep with an erection. Also, the pressure against the hard on feels a bit too nice to be able to ignore it completely. That’s when a thought pops into Yushi’s mind.

There’s only a few occasions when he’s able to have the room all for himself. Those rare moments he tries to study, because if Sion is there, he’s disturbing the younger one in many ways. He could use this moment for sleeping or studying, but there’s also something else he can rarely do in peace – the last night is a prime example of it. The difference is that now he wouldn’t need to keep quiet.

Yushi presses his hip gently against the mattress, letting out a low moan as he does so. It actually feels way too nice, his dick being trapped in those a bit too small pajama pants and jammed against the bed – and when he moves his hips a little, another gasp leaves his lips.

It would be too embarrassing to admit that yes, Yushi is currently humping his own bed, slow but steady, just because of thinking of his insufferable roommate. Luckily he doesn’t need to admit it to anyone, because no one will ever know. If something like this would get revealed, it would crush the Japanese with one slam, leaving nothing but a wet spot behind.

But now there’s no room for embarrassment, because all he can think is those whines from last night. How that stranger sounded like he loved the way Sion made him feel, the older one pushing and thrusting himself into the other. Once again Yushi can feel his whole spine tingle.

It’s quite ridiculous how easily Yushi gets turned on just by imagining the scene. He remembers how Sion grabbed those thighs, holding them so tight there were white handmarks left on the skin. He remembers how the Adam’s apple on Sion’s throat bobbed up and down, looking so damn attractive.

The worst must be the piercing stare in the darkness – Yushi remembers it loud and clear. He remembers how his roommate had watched him, following the movements under Yushi’s blanket with his eyes. And oh god he remembers the low groans Sion’s throat made while watching eye to eye with him.

Yushi feels how there’s a drop of drool staining the pillow case under his cheek. He’s gasping for some oxygen, sighing quietly as he grinds against the mattress. He’s dying to touch himself, but it would end the sensation way too quick. Yushi knows that he wouldn’t be able to control himself once getting his hands on his own dick.

Closing his eyes tightly, Yushi lets his imagination run more freely. Instead of that stranger, he can see himself on that vicious bed on the other side of the room. Instead of that nightly guest, Sion presses his body against Yushi, sending electric shocks all over the younger one. Instead of Yushi’s own hands, the Japanese imagines how it’s the older one who grabs his length firmly, making the man under him squirm. That’s when the moan escapes Yushi’s lips.

“Sion…”

Letting that specific name slip out of his mouth is already bad, but it’s not as nearly gruesome as what happens next – when someone actually hears it.

“Oh wow, Tokuno.”

Those words make the Japanese jump up on his knees on the bed, his eyes big with terror as he looks at the door. At the doorway stands no other than the most unbearable person he has ever known.

“What the fuck are you doing here??” Yushi screams at the top of his lungs, the panic shrieking in his voice. Sion blinks his eyes at him. “As far as I know, I still live here”, the man says, the sarcasm painted all over his face as he closes the door behind him.

“Yes, unfortunately, but you should be at school”, the younger one snaps and fetches a pillow in front of his crotch once remembering his painful boner – which by the way is very much visible through the strawberry shorts.

“The lecture was boring so I left early”, Sion says matter-of-factly before smirking. “I see you liked my present”, he adds, clearly referring to the pajamas. Yushi stares at the other with heated cheeks, their color resembling the clothing he’s wearing. “I didn’t have anything else to wear..”, he mumbles.

“Sure”, the older one replies with a chuckle and tilts his head. “What were you doing?” he suddenly asks. “Nothing”, the Japanese spits, glancing over his shoulder. There’s a window at the end of the room. Would he die if he jumped out of it? They’re only on the second floor, so he might break a bone or two – but even that sounds way more nice than this situation.

“You were moaning my name just for nothing?” Sion asks with another chuckle. Maybe Yushi is just imagining it, but it sounds like the older one is now closer to him.

The Japanese turns his head slowly, flinching once seeing how his roommate is standing next to his bed. “I didn–”, he tries to stutter, but jumps again when Sion takes a hold of his chin.

“You know I heard you”, Sion says with a low voice, the tone pinching the bottom of Yushi’s stomach a bit too much. “As clearly as last night”, the Korean adds, making the younger one part his lips in shock.

“I didn’t know you’re such a Peeping Tom”, Sion keeps talking, lifting Yushi’s chin lightly. The younger one swallows hard as he looks at the other in the eyes, too terrified to look elsewhere. It’s not that he’s scared or anything like that, he just feels so humiliated to talk about the matter with this particular person.

“Tell me Yushi, have you watched me before? Have you rubbed yourself off while watching me?” the older one asks, tilting his head a little while watching his roommate’s features. “Do you like things like that, to watch me?”

“I didn’t mean to..”, Yushi mutters the reply, licking his lips nervously. His dick is throbbing hard under the pillow, clearly excited about the situation. Yushi would slap it if it wouldn’t hurt so damn much.

”You didn’t mean to watch or wank?” Sion asks, once again showing off that annoying smirk. “Of course neither of those, what do you even think??” Yushi snaps back. He feels so ashamed by the situation. Firstly, he’s straight (he’s quite sure about that), so there’s no reason for him to watch, wank or even wink at Sion’s direction. Secondly, he doesn’t want to boost that dickhead’s ego any more.

“You’re so sharp on the edges”, the older one sighs a little, the smile still tugging his lips. “You know what they say about the people who are always annoyed and angry?”

“That they should change their roommate?” Yushi shoots back, biting his lower lip softly. He would want to pull himself away, jump out of the bed and hide in the bathroom. But for some reason he cannot move, not even an inch. His chin stays between Sion’s fingers like it would be glued there.

“That they should get laid”, Sion lets out a laugh, rubbing Yushi’s chin gently with his thumb. “So, how is it? When did you get laid last time, Yushi?” the man asks before leaning closer, so close that the tips of their noses are almost touching.

“It’s absolutely not your business..”, Yushi mutters as he looks the other straight in the eyes. Oh Jesus fuck, it feels like the air is filled electricity – and it gets even worse when he feel’s Sion’s warm breath on his lips.

“Do you ever get tired of being so sassy?” the older one asks with a smile. “I’m just offering my helping hand here. You know, I’m such a nice roommate.”

“You? A nice roommate?” Yushi scoffs quietly, his eyes now fully focused on Sion’s lips. His brain feels mushy, because all he can think about is the way those lips moaned and groaned last night.

“Yes, that’s me”, the Korean replies, sounding sly like a fox. Without the younger one noticing, he takes a hold of the pillow on Yushi’s lap and pulls it away. Sion breaks their eye contact just to glance down, the smug smile painting his features. “You should have said that you’re into men.”

“But I’m not”, Yushi manages to whisper, the embarrassment crawling on every inch of his skin. He’s very aware of his erection, bulging under the pajama pants, clearly visible for Sion to see. If he’s feeling right, there’s a big chance of a wet spot decorating the front, thanks for the leaking precum.

“Oh yeah? Are you telling me that you’re humping your bed only because of me? Am I that special?” the older one murmurs, setting one of his knees on the edge of Yushi’s bed. The Japanese swallows hard as he feels the mattress sinking under him. “Sion, what are you doing..?” he asks, sounding somewhat nervous.

“I think it’s kinda rude of you to just do things by yourself while thinking of me”, Sion dodges the question. “It makes me feel excluded, you know? Even if this is about me”, he adds, moving his hand away from Yushi’s chin.

“What?? This is not about yo–”, Yushi tries to snap, but yelps as he suddenly falls back on the bed. Sion had pushed him to lay down, still looking at him like a hunter at his prey. The look he has on his eyes makes Yushi’s whole body shiver.

“I saw how you looked at me, or us, last night”, Sion says matter-of-factly, climbing properly on the bed. Once hovering on top of Yushi, he tilts his head, looking at his roommate thoughtfully. “What were you watching, exactly? Me? Or my guest?”

Yushi stares at the other, not sure what to say. If it were up to him, he wouldn’t say anything. Actually, he wishes the mattress would suck him in, even if it means suffocating to death.

“Maybe you wished you would have been the guest?” Sion guesses out loud, placing his knee between Yushi’s thighs – and way too close to the younger one’s crotch. “I..I don…I don’t like men like that”, the Japanese stutters quietly.

“You told me that already”, Sion coos and studies his roommate’s features with his eyes. “You know what? If you would, I would totally fuck you”, he suddenly blurts out.

Yushi’s eyes shot big and wide, staring at the other in shock. “Yo– you what??” he shrieks, his heart beating so fast it’s almost bursting out of his chest. “I would fu–”, Sion tries to repeat, but gets cut off when Yushi slams his palm on the older one’s mouth. “I heard you, just shut up”, the Japanese pleads with heated cheeks.

Sion looks at the other, the humour sparkling in his eyes as he moves his roommate’s hand away. “Why are you so shy about it? Do you actually want to try it?”

“There’s no way you will put your dick inside me”, Yushi rushes to reply. He can feel how his whole face is probably as red as a fire truck. Well, it surely feels like he would be burning inside.

“Not even a little?” Sion asks, leaning closer to inhale the younger one’s scent in. “What do you mean, a little? Are you going to poke only the tip in or something??” Yushi looks at the other in bewilderment. His ears are burning as he looks at the other, the older one’s face so close to his chest.

“What about we keep our clothes on?”

Yushi blinks his eyes at the question. “...what?”

Sion raises his gaze to meet the other, the smile never leaving his lips. “I’m not going to do anything against your will, Tokuno. But aren’t you even a little bit curious to fool around with me?” he asks, his voice purring like a cat. “Also, don’t you want any help with this one?” the Korean adds, sliding his knee to press against Yushi’s crotch.

“Fool around with y– what the hell are you talking about?” Yushi resists the excited sigh escaping his lips, still lying on his back. “Don’t you understand talking anymore?” Sion chuckles, sitting back on his knees, neatly between the younger one’s thighs. Yushi stares at him cautiously, the sweat slowly forming on his forehead.

“What about I’ll show you what I mean? If you don’t like it, you can always say no”, Sion suggests. His eyes move on the tent Yushi’s shorts are forming. “Although, I doubt you’ll do that”, he adds.

“Wait–”, Yushi yelps, but it’s too late. Because his roommate’s hand is already on the bulge, squeezing his hardened manhood gently through the fabric – and it makes the Japanese moan a bit too loudly.

“Oh wow, you must have really waited for that”, Sion smirks as he starts to caress Yushi’s length, the clothing increasing the tension against Yushi’s tender skin. “Shu..shut up”, Yushi sighs, grabbing the sheets under him as he closes his eyes.

“No talking? That’s fine to me”, the older one chuckles. Yushi can feel how his roommate’s eyes are burning on him, which makes everything even more…hot. Oh no, he didn’t just think that.

To be honest, Yushi’s rational side wants him to raise his foot and kick that fucker out of his bed. But on the other hand, Yushi’s god-knows-what-side likes the way Sion touches him, with such confidence, making the younger one stay in place. It makes him wonder if he has some problematic attitude towards authorities.

When Sion moves his hand with more determination, sliding the strawberry pajamas against Yushi’s erection, the Japanese cannot but whine quietly.

“Fuck, why I promised that we can keep our clothes on? I bet your dick is all red from all the rubbing by now”, Sion suddenly says in a breathy voice. It makes Yushi’s lower abdomen jolt like from the electric shock. “Holy fu– ahh”, the man on the mattress keeps sighing.

“Oi Yushi, why do you sound like that? You make me want to fuck you for real”, the older one murmurs. Before the man in front of him even realizes it, Sion has already bent down, kissing the skin that peeks under the buttoned strawberry shirt. Yushi’s ears almost burn from embarrassment when he hears the sound he makes once his roommate’s lips land next to his belly button.

Yushi opens his eyes. He swallows hard, watching the top of Sion’s head moving slowly lower and lower, the tip of his nose softly brushing Yushi’s clothed dick as he passes by. Finally he stops, making Yushi’s legs tremble from anticipation – because as far as Yushi sees, Sion is once again closing the gap between his lips and Yushi’s skin, this time landing the kiss right on the younger one’s inner thigh.

”Wha..what are you doing?” Yushi asks with a small voice, scared to interrupt the other one. His roommate kissing his thighs surely wasn't on his bingo card for this year (or ever), but god damn it feels nice. What feels even more heavenly is when the said roommate sucks the skin lightly, just enough to make the other one’s head spin.

“How suitable”, Sion says quietly against Yushi’s skin, his lips clearly smiling – believe it or not, but the Japanese can actually feel it. “What..what is?” the younger one asks with a shaky voice, looking at the other carefully.

“You have a mark here”, Sion replies, kissing the skin once more. “And it’s shaped like a strawberry. It suits your pajamas, don’t you think?”

Yushi’s whole face is now probably bright red. “It’s ah– it’s my birthmark”, the Japanese stutters through the heavy breaths. Sion hums, watching the mark with hoody eyes. Yushi swallows hard as he studies that expression. He’s pretty sure Sion has tackled plenty of girls with that look.

“I’d say it's a beauty mark”, Sion suddenly adds, blowing air softly on the younger one’s skin. A quiet whine slips out of Yushi’s throat. “It’s very pretty. You should have shown it to me so much earlier”, the Korean says with a low voice before kissing the target of his sudden affection. That’s enough to make Yushi’s lower abdomen squeeze tight.

“Ah, fuck…”, Yushi whines quietly as his thighs suddenly tremble, the man grabbing the sheets under him even tighter. He squeezes his eyes shut, fighting the urge to press his thighs together to keep Sion’s head where it is.

Sion raises his head a little, just to see what’s going on. His eyes land on Yushi’s pajama pants, a wide smirk growing on his face. “Oh Tokuno”, he coos, caressing the slightly switching manhood under the fabric. “Do you like sweet talk that much? You should have told me.”

There’s a wet spot growing on the front of those strawberry pants, the cum staining the fabric all the way through. At the same time, Yushi is biting his lower lip, still keeping his eyes shut because of the wave of shame. He just didn’t come because of his stupid ass roommate, he didn’t – or at least he can try to make himself believe so, if he repeats it hard enough.

“I’m surprised though”, Sion says as he watches the other one, now placing his both hands on Yushi’s hips. “I thought you would be more vocal. You’re normally so loud”, he keeps talking. Now Yushi shoots his eyes open and glares at the other.

“You’re probably the only person in the whole world who thinks so”, he spits out, sounding angry. “You know, I’m only loud with you because you irritate me so much that instead of talking, I need to yell at you”, he keeps blabbering at high speed. The older one is just smiling at him, and it makes Yushi even more furious, the embarrassment still sticking on him.

“So I’m special like that”, Sion concludes, tilting his head. “No, you ar–”, Yushi tries to correct him, his cheeks still burning with red color. Sion cuts his words off.

“You can always be loud with me, always”, the man says, squeezing Yushi’s hips with his firm hands all of sudden. Yushi lets out a loud gasp. “And to be honest, right now you make me want to push your buttons, to see what makes you loud”, the Korean adds, licking his lower lip in an attractive manner. The younger one looks at him with wide eyes.

Suddenly Sion janks his roommate, moving him so that he’s forced to turn around on his stomach. After a yelp, Yushi glances over his shoulder in a slight panic. “What…what are you doing??” he asks, sounding shocked.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re thinking”, Sion raises one of his eyebrows. “You can always say no and I’ll stop, remember?”

Yushi keeps staring at the other, swallowing hard as he does so. The shame is still lingering on him, but stronger than that, he feels intrigued to see what that insufferable human being plans to do. Yeah, Yushi must have some issues to resolve, it’s now more clear than ever.

Finally, after the staring contest that has been going on between them for a minute, Yushi nods. “Okay..”, he whispers, his spine shivering as he gives the permission. He must have lost his mind.

The smirk grows on Sion’s face. “You won’t regret this”, he says, looking so charmingly confident. I very much doubt that, Yushi thinks to himself, the sweat dripping down on his face.

Yushi’s eyes follow how the man behind him gets on his knees and opens his jeans. The younger one’s whole face heats as he sees the visible bulge, making Sion’s boxer briefs look tight as fuck. One smooth tuck and Sion has pulled all the pants down, those damn boxer briefs as well.

Holy fuck, Yushi thinks to himself.

It’s not like this would be the first time Yushi sees Sion’s dick (which is a very weird considering Yushi basically despites the man). On top of the memories from the last night, he has seen a glimpse or two whenever his roommate has walked naked out from the shower, to get his towel or something. All those times Yushi has screamed from the bottom of his lungs, making his disapproval loud and clear.

But the scene has never been this…vivid. Now, Yushi is staring at the hardener organ, blinking his eyes as the manhood twitches slightly from the room temperature. There’s a mixture of feelings fighting inside his head: he’s ready to run away as far as possible, but on the other hand, he can feel how the bottom of his tummy feels funny. Oh god.

“Remember what you promised..”, the Japanese mutters, the nervousness sounding clear in his voice. “I do, just trust me”, the man smiles back at him. Their eyes meet, making the man in the mattress swallow once again.

Yushi’s eyes follow how Sion leans to take something from the younger one’s night stand. “What are you going to do with my lotion?” he asks, this time sounding baffled. It’s quite an expensive hand lotion, a gift from his mom in fact. Yushi loves how it smells, using it on his hands almost every night before hitting the bed.

“Making this as pleasurable as possible, for both of us”, Sion replies as he opens the cap and squeezes the bottle. A good ounce of white matter spreads on his palm. Yushi is about to nag about not wasting the lotion for nothing, but his words get strangled down his throat – suddenly his butt is feeling wet.

“You have a nice ass, Yushi”, Sion coos with a low voice, spreading the lotion across Yushi’s buttocks, making the pajama shorts slowly glue on his roommate’s skin. “Wh..what are you doing?” the Japanese stutters, fighting the urge to hide his face against the mattress. Somehow this feels so humiliating.

“You ask that kinda a lot, you know? Do you ever trust the process? Or me?” Sion chuckles, squirting the lotion on his palm again. “Now or in general?” Yushi asks back, not realizing he’s licking his lips as he watches how the older one spreads the lotion on his length.

Sion won’t say anything to it. He just drops the bottle on the bed, and Yushi’s eyes follow how it rolls right over the edge, dropping on the floor. While his eyes are still fixed on the item, Sion presses something against him. Well, to be more precise, against his butt cheeks – and that something is definitely his dick.

Yushi lets out a surprised gasp. He hurries to glance over his shoulder, just to see how Sion is rubbing the tip of his manhood on his wet pajama shorts. “Sion, wha..”, he almost asks the now very familiar question, but when his gaze moves to his roommate’s facial features, his insides almost flips over.

Sion’s eyes are closed and lips slightly parted. His forehead is all frowned and the tiny sighs escape his throat once in a while. He’s visibly enjoying himself – and looks hot as fuck, Yushi thinks to himself.

The younger one cannot do anything but turn around, hiding his face against his folded arms and the mattress. His cheeks feel hot against the arms, and it’s getting even worse every time Yushi feels Sion’s erection rubbing against his buttocks.

“Shit..”, the Korean mutters, sounding breathy. His voice makes the man on the mattress shiver, not like his slick length rubbing between the butt cheeks wouldn’t cause that already.

“Ah..lift your ass a bit”, Sion commands between the sighs, opening his eyes after a while. Before Yushi can argue back, the older one has grabbed his waist with both hands. “I want to make you feel amazing, Tokuno, that’s why”, he adds, making the other one blush severely.

It’s not like what he already does wouldn’t feel kinda nice. Not the best, but not awful either. In fact, feeling the wet fabric being pressed between the ass cheeks and Sion’s length filling the gap pinches every nerve in Yushi’s body. That can’t be bad, right?

Biting his lower lip, Yushi gets on his knees, his elbows and arms still knitted to the mattress. One glance over the shoulder is enough to make him see how Sion licks his lips, getting closer to his perked up ass. For some reason Yushi feels very nervous.

“Fuck, you look gorgeous..”, Sion mutters, placing his hand on Yushi’s lower back and caressing the skin that peeks from under the strawberry shirt. The gentle touch makes the man in front of him gasp a little, shivers sent all over his body. Gosh, Yushi feels so sensitive at the moment.

Yushi’s cheek (not the butt one) is now squeezed against the mattress. He tries to keep his breathing steady, but it’s quite hard. Almost as hard as Sion, the Japanese thinks to himself. The caressing has already changed back to rubbing, and to be honest, now there’s also some poking involved – and it makes Yushi’s mind spin restless.

The only noises in the room are the gasps and sighs made by those two men, but also the wet sounds as Sion thrusts his length alongside Yushi’s ass crack. The lotion makes everything slippery so maybe that’s why once in a while the tip of Sion’s dick pokes deeper – not just sliding on top of the pajama shorts, but almost pushing the fabric into the younger one. And every time that happens, Yushi resists the moan escaping his throat.

He’s a hundred percent straight, or at least Yushi is pretty sure about it, so it doesn’t make any sense why it feels so good when his roommate plays around and oh so close to his hole. But everytime Yushi feels Sion pressing the head of his cock closer to his entrance, he almost pushes back as an answer, like welcoming him to do so.

Suddenly Yushi feels how the older one grabs his buttocks, squeezing them together as he can still feel Sion’s dick sliding between. The sensation makes him want to squirm out of his skin. He cannot believe this is actually happening; his roommate is basically humping his wet and slippery ass while he still has his pants on. What the fuck, Yushi, how did this happen?

Once again Sion presses himself against the other one a bit too quickly, with a bit too much force. A loud moan slips out of Yushi’s mouth as he feels the strawberry shorts screaming for their dear life and Sion’s tip touching his rim.

“Fuck, Tokuno..”, Sion pants while breathing heavily. “You sound so good and I can’t fuck you.. so unfair”, he murmurs, fastening his movements at the same time. “You..almost..are”, Yushi whines quietly, grabbing the sheet into his fists. He just realized he’s also hard like a rock – again.

Sion keeps going, pushing and pressing, thrusting his hard organ between Yushi’s buttocks with lust. The wet slippery noises surround them, the lotion making everything messy. Yushi’s thighs are trembling as he tries to keep his ass up high. He would very much want to touch himself, but cannot since he needs to do his everything to keep himself from falling. At the same time, everything about this feels exciting as hell.

Like reading his mind, a hand appears on Yushi’s groin, taking a firm hold of his leaking shaft. The Japanese gasps out loud, sounding both pleased and relieved – he really waited for this.

Sion is now leaned over him, still thrusting himself against his roommate’s buttocks. One of his arms is stretched under the younger one, moving his hand at the same pace with his hips. The fabric under his palm feels sticky, thanks to Yushi’s leaking organ.

“Ah..faster”, Yushi moans into the mattress, the drool dripping on the sheets. Feeling his roommate’s weight against his lower back and that firm grasp are causing tingling all over his skin. It feels completely different than with any girl before – and in the best possible way, because Sion obeys him, fastening his movements as much as possible, everything feeling almost feral.

Yushi’s forehead is all wet from the sweat, his thighs almost giving up. But before him, someone else races over the edge, not being able to control himself anymore. That someone is Sion, who groans in a loud manner, pressing himself firmly against Yushi’s ass. Yushi lets out a tired whine as he feels the manhood pulsing between his ass cheeks, the feeling of wetness on his lower back getting more severe.

Even then, Sion doesn’t abandon his roommate’s dick, still loyally pleasing it with his hand. It’s too much to handle, Yushi thinks to himself, the pumping fist around his clothed shaft and buckling hips against his arse. And that’s how his sight turns white and finger nails drill into his palms as the orgasm rushes over him, the cum staining the rest of the dry spots in those pajama shorts.

If the younger one’s thighs didn’t tremble enough earlier, now it’s completely different. As the pleasure crushes him like an ocean wave, the man collapses on the mattress, his roommate falling with him. In a second, they are just a pile of mess, all glued to each other.

As Yushi tries to catch his breath the best he can, he suddenly feels a pair of lips on his neck, hovering close enough to kiss. The shivers travel up on his spine, making the overstimulated body act more sensitive. He cannot quite understand what just happened..

“Damn, Tokuno”, Sion whispers against Yushi’s nape. To be honest, Yushi feels so tired and thoroughly spent that he cannot react to it in any way, or at least visibly. But the next sentence very much wakes him up.

“You need to promise me there will be a next time”, Sion says, the grin clearly sounding through his voice. As he says it, the man squeezes Yushi’s slowly softening shaft.

Yushi’s cheeks turn bright red as he jolts up, making the older one roll on the bed with a sudden force. The shriek made by the Korean makes it clear that he was surprised by it as well.

“There’s no next time, you insufferable jerk!” Yushi shouts as he swings his hand, slapping his roommate’s bare buttock with an open palm, as hard as he can. Even the noise caused by it sounds painful, and so does the roommate in question.

“What the fu– are you out of your mind??” Sion snaps back, laying on the bed and looking at the other with a shocked expression. “Why are you hitting me? Didn’t I just make you feel good?”

“Because it was a mistake”, Yushi hisses, his ears being the same color as his cheeks. He doesn’t want to admit that it really did feel so damn good.

Now it’s Yushi who has the shock and surprise painted all over his facial features. Sion has grasped his wrist, like predicting that there will be another slap. “You’re a maniac”, Sion huffs. “A hot one though.”

Yushi’s whole face is now burning. Sion surely knows how to sweet talk. He’s so good that even though Yushi wants to step out of the bed, he just can’t. Instead, he lets the older one pull him closer.

“Come on, Tokuno”, the man says with a husky voice. “If there’s not gonna be the next time, I have a suggestion”.

“What is it?” Yushi asks, not realizing he’s whispering. For some reason his eyes get fixated on Sion’s lips. The situation, including last night, feels almost like a fever dream.

“What about a second round right away?” Sion asks, that stupid smirk once again forming on his face. But this time Yushi doesn’t have the strength to fight back.

Hell, the Japanese thinks to himself as he closes the gap between them, his lips touching another man’s lips for the very first time in his life.