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Chigiri should’ve known better, he should’ve stayed away from alcohol. But it was too tempting after such a big victory, so they had to celebrate it.
Now, it wasn’t so fun anymore. His body is lit on fire, everything is a blur, but amidst all that he can feel someone else’s warmth wrapping around his body. When did he..?
“Dude, are you sure you want us to leave? That’s a terrible idea.” Reo tries to convince Chigiri that it’d be best for him and Nagi to stay over tonight and watch over them, but Chigiri, with his mind a total mess, doesn’t want anyone to watch over him like with a toddler. He’s good where he is, and Kunigami is too.
“W-We’ll be fine…” Chigiri slurs, clinging onto Kunigami like a koala and wrapping his arms around his neck. His situationship smells so fucking good, even though they’ve been sitting in their own sweat for hours. Chigiri thinks he can get addicted to his natural scent.
Kunigami shifts underneath him, whimpering so softly Chigiri almost didn’t hear him.
“Come on Reo, you heard them. They’re old enough to make their own decisions.” Nagi sighs and drags Reo away, much to Chigiri’s delight. Kunigami grabs his waist, keeping him still on his lap and lazily pressing kisses on his neck. “Mngh..” Chigiri realises that this shouldn’t happen between them, especially not when they’re drunk out of their minds and potentially ruin their friendship forever, but as much as he tries to back away before it’s too late, Kunigami pulls him back, as desperate as Chigiri, if not more.
His hands wander to Kunigami’s body, exploring his arms, then his abdomen, biting back his whimpers the more he touches. He feels so relaxed with the way Kunigami kisses his neck, trailing down to his chest, where his shirt is standing in his way and he doesn’t like that, so he pulls it over his head. Chigiri gasps, feeling so exposed all of a sudden. “R-Rensuke!”
Kunigami mutters some unknown words in his neck, his fingers twisting a perky nipple until Chigiri’s jaw drops, his panties soaked by this point. He can’t help moving his hips, the friction of Kunigami’s jeans against his clit creates a shiver that runs down his spine.
“Hyouma, p-princess..fuck! S’ good for me..” Kunigami slurs while sucking on his neck, hands plastered on his hips and encouraging him to move faster. Chigiri can feel it, the bulge growing in his pants and pressing into his cunt.
If they’re gonna do this, they might as well do it clothed so they don’t have anything to regret when morning comes, looking back on it, Chigiri should’ve probably let Reo and Nagi stay over.
But that’s a matter of the past, and right now, he’s too focused on how Kunigami presses him down on his bulge, humping against him like a dog in heat, and Chigiri can’t complain, not when his clit is throbbing with need.
His arms are wrapped around Kunigami’s neck, his nails digging into his massive shoulders and almost drawing out blood.
“I-Is this okay?” A small voice rings in his ear, Kunigami’s breathing is heavy now, and Chigiri can feel his cock throbbing, even while clothed. Kunigami’s face is flushed, his mouth sucking his nipples, biting and licking them.
“Yeah…love it-“ Chigiri’s head is throbbing, his vision is blurry and his pussy tightens obscenely around nothing. He guesses Kunigami isn’t fairing any better, they’re both too out of it to even realise what they’re doing. All they know is that this feels good, and it was probably long overdue.
Chigiri was tired of always showing signs to Kunigami, just for the other man not to pick up. At some point, he believed it’d be better if he just leaves their shared apartment, since Kunigami has just gotten a girlfriend, but the man didn’t let him. He begged him to stay, and so he did. And because of that, they’re now here, in this position. He’s thankful that at least Kunigami and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago.
“Can we take these off?” Kunigami mutters in his chest that’s already blooming with purple and red spots. Chigiri looks down, noticing he’s looking down at their pants. Well, they could take off their pants, but not their underwear! Chigiri gives him a silent nod, struggling to sit up to remove his pants. Once he’s done pulling them off, he notices Kunigami stripping his off and throwing them on the floor. Fuck, Chigiri’s mouth waters at the bulge in his boxers.
“That’s so big..”
“Huh?” Chigiri’s heart skips a beat.
Did he say that out loud?
Whatever, he’ll just have to live with the shame for now. It’s not like they’ll remember any of this tomorrow, and Kunigami didn’t even hear him.
“Sit back down,” Kunigami grabs his hand with a whimper, practically throwing him on his lap once again. Chigiri gasps loudly, without the rough material of their pants, they feel so much closer. The tip presses against Chigiri’s twitching bud, furiously rubbing against it in a desperate attempt to cum already. Chigiri doesn’t notice when Kunigami grips his chin and brings him closer, pressing their lips together in a hot, messy kiss. Drool drips down his chin and Chigiri’s eyes snap wide open. He never imagined their first kiss would be like this, not when they’re both out of their minds. But Kunigami doesn’t have a single care, he bites his lower lip, pressing his tongue inside Chigiri’s mouth. When he finally pulls back, they both look dazed and a string of saliva connects their mouths, it breaks when Kunigami licks his lip.
Chigiri bites his lower lip, tears forming in his eyes as he starts rutting against the bulge, his pussy leaks so much slick that it escapes his underwear and wets his cock that’s also leaking precum. “Rensuke, need you to make me c-cum..” Chigiri gasps, “Think y-you can do that?”
Kunigami nods his head, gripping Chigiri’s hips and rolling his hips. “Yeah, yes- fuck, I’m gonna-“ Chigiri gasps when he feels a wetness seeping through Kunigami’s boxers. The warmth of it is enough to make his cunt clench, his orgasm washing through him as he holds onto Kunigami, clit still twitching from the intense orgasm. Now they’re both sticky with cum, slick and sweat and Chigiri wants to say something, to wash up, but they’re both too exhausted and too out of it to actually stand up.
The best he could do is throw his pants back on and cover Kunigami with a blanket, since the man already fell asleep after he came. He hopes Kunigami won’t question his soaked boxers in the morning and his jeans on the floor. Or the questionable marks all over his body and face. He thinks it’s such a shame they won’t remember their first kiss.