I wanted to do something for the sarumi fest, too w. It took me long to translate my oneshot into english. I'm really bad at it ;_;
And my friend wasn't able to beta so...lot's of mistakes. Fell free to correct me..?
Warning: little bit nsfwish, but nothing too exposed
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It was not more than childish naivety, nothing more.
"Let's jerk off together."
"...W-what?"
"Tch. You've understood me. Let us."
"W-whaaaaaaat?! W-why?!"
"Don't you want to know how it is? Trying. Exercise. Just because."
"Uhn..."
That was the first time sitting together on Saruhiko's bed and jerking each other off. Saruhiko would never forget these reddened cheeks from shame, the trembling from feeling the lust, the cute sounds Misaki tried to suppress.
It was only curiosity, even boredom. But now it was something new to Saruhiko. Desire to getting Misaki again and again to this ecstasy.
I want you
"Hah...S-Saruhiko..s-stop. P-please,", the chestnut-haired boy gasped staring with glassy eyes and reddened cheeks down to Saruhiko's doing.
Watching the up and down moves of Saruhiko's hand. The feeling being touched like this was always and always again weird for him.
He didn't know if it was displeasing, embarrassing, for him or just plain good. Damn good.
"Why?", Saruhiko asked never stopping his doing, "You like it? See?", with his free hand he lifted up Yatas chin and increased more pressure moving his finger over the tip.
"Nyah?!", Miakis eyes widened a loud, shocked and yet languorous moan escaped his lips.
He squeezed his eyes while the bluehead smiled mischievous, kissing the forehead of his friend and breathing lecherously in his ear.
"Just come. Let it all out. Lemme hear your voice."
"B-Baka Saru!", retorted Misaki back, moaning as Saruhiko nibbled on his ear. Without any warning he hugged Saruhiko. And came.
It's not enough for me.
"Let's stop it", Yata looked up from his gameboy.
Saruhiko, who sat besides Yata, watching disinterested a show on the tv turned to him.
With a undefinable glance he looked at his friend. Then back to the tv.
"If it bores you so much always losing in your game and that I interested watch the tv show ..tell me what we should do."
Annoyed Yata rolled his eyes, throwing his gameboy directly at Saruhikos head.
"Oi."
"Idiot! I didn't mean that!..."
Yata stood up from the couch and sat down on his bed. From there he watched his best friend.
Waiting for a reaction. Nothing.
He let a sigh escaping his mouth. With a swung he let himself fall down on bed closing his eyes. As he felt how unforeign weight pressed the mattress a bit down he opened his eyes irritaded.
Over him was Saruhiko. Like a shadow he embraced the smaller one.
A kiss. Greedily and craving.
"Nhnnnn!", Yata gasped into the kiss. Out of habit he automaticly swung his arms around Saruhiko's neck. Pulling him nearer to intensify the kiss. While the kiss lasted, Saruhiko's hands wandered downwards loin, unnoticed opening the trousers for easier play.
"Mhmm—", snapping for air Yata averted his face from Saruhiko. He breathed heavily, he felt hot, he felt arousal. Sexual longing.
Angry and gasping he glared at his best friend.
"Hahh...are you on your mind? Don't attack me like that! And didn't have I told you that we shall not keep doing this?! And- oi! Where are you touch-, nah~!"
The younger one grinned.
"Still you like it. So why stopping?", he asked mischievous , massaging the clearly bulge under Yatas trousers.
"Nhn..! Fuck–!", Yata gasped pulling Saruhiko to him, giving a french kiss.
"This will be the last time—!", he whispered into the blue haired boy's ear and nibbling it.
Saruhiko grinned. Slyly.
"Game over." was shown on the gamesboy display.