"Are you sure we should do this way?"
"I don't want us to be found out."
"So why don't we just don't—."
"I can't not do this."
"Then deal with it…"
Late at night, a certain apartment in the extreme of Ikebukuro had all its lights turned off, yet two individuates remained inside the room. It was dark and hot, the heat clear on their breathes as they looked at each other.
Except that they couldn't see.
It was night, and certainly it gets dark at night, but the problem wasn't that. There was light on the block and they could very well use it instead of missing an arm in a leg, and avoid staying in the constant occasion of not knowing what they were doing… Yet they couldn't.
Because Kadota Kyohei was maybe too paranoid at the point of feeling observed.
His friends went there just this afternoon and one, a special one, could have done something about the place.
So it was better to not risk everything, right?
"But I can't see Kyo-no-danna's hot body this way~."
"… Shut up."
Even in complete darkness, it was still possible to hear every sound of movement, the light noise of their weight against the mattress and the bed sheets, the soft chuckles and groans that escaped each at certain moments, the whispers here and there as skin touched skin. Although both were trying to be silent, the lack of everything else seemed to increase their auditions.
And tact.
"I never imagined your room would get this dark though, it almost feels like I'm in blindfol— A-Ah…."
The younger man constantly talked randomly just to tease the other since he hadn't many distractions, but ended up getting a great argument against him— And by argument, a nice squeeze.
"If you don't stop this I'll put a gag on you instead" he shrugged with color spreading through his cheekbones, receiving nothing in return "I mean, nevermind, you'd probably find that amusing…"
"So evil."
"I'm just saying the truth."
Rokujo felt lips go back to his, body leaning against him slowly with the previous hand gripping his waist. They didn't want to rush things over, it was never like this, every sigh and pleasant shiver given at the right pace, but this one felt a little different. Kyohei couldn't see his lover, so he needed to touch— To let hands wander for every inch of his body, rediscover all the lovely reactions he could get, and vice-versa.
The kiss deepened, the gang leader's hand groping the bed to find a support, almost laying on it, as the taller man leaned in to continue spreading kisses on his neck and face, the spots mixing themselves with the joint of warmness with each peck and suck. They didn't even started, but Chikage already felt close to the edge, trembling hands finally stopping at some part—
— If there was something there.
"Oh."
It was the last thing he said before realizing his body falling out of the bed, back hitting the floor and taking the other with him. Kadota too, yelped before falling with him, noticing that the younger simply hit his head against the hard surface.
He was strong, but even that should hurt.
So of course the young male grabbed his own head, complaining quietly, before looking up at his friend.
That looked back at him, even if they couldn't see each other at all.
"Chikage, are you—?"
"Pfff."
"?"
"Hah—"
A laugh escaped his throat, low at first, and the ginger ignored their intimate moment to have a bout of laughter. Kadota almost protested, but couldn't hold himself and started laughing too, with pure joy.
They snuggled at each other after finally being able to breath, not speaking a word about it.
It still hurt, but nothing was better than laughing that way.
Chikage's hands brought the man closer to him, feeling the heat of his delight once more.
And then, still on the completely darkness, the cuddles turned into something else.
Until the end of it.