"Misaki? It's so hot! I am going to get ice cream now." Saru stood up from the hot concrete he had sat, dusting himself off slightly. He was heading to the convenience store to try to find an escape from the burning rays of the sun.
He had been half-baked for over an hour yet Misaki insisted he had to beat the boss he was playing against before they could leave. When Misaki did beat the boss, he had to reach the next boss. This had continued on for a few hours, driving Saru to complete boredom and dehydration. His loose summer clothes stuck to his body from the light perspiration slick to his skin. His back groaned to the fresh movement, and his knees creaked from being awoken from their deep slumber. "I don't care if you come or not anymore," he said over his shoulder already on his way.
Misaki groaned as his game screen flashed 'game over' in bright red letters.
"Dammit," Misaki snarled out. He looked at he time written in the screen. Four o'clock. He had been playing this for three hours, and he was parched.
"Let's go get something to drink," he said, turning to Saru. But Saru wasn't there.
"Saru?" He swiveled his head around looking for his dark-haired friend, seeing him already walking away, halfway down the street.
"Oi! Saru!" He shouted and ran to catch up with him.
He reached him, panting, and grabbed the back of his shirt in an attempt to make Saru stop walking. He barked, "What the hell you stupid Monkey!"
Saru chuckled slightly at Misaki as he was running up. "Idiot," he said ruffling Misaki's hair when he approached. "Run out of battery, loose again, realize it's incredibly hot out, or the off-chance you actually beat the game?"
"Lost," Misaki grumbled turning his head away, "and thirsty. You could have told me you were leaving Saru. Don't be such a bastard all the time. Let's go get some soda."
"Misaki, I did. Stupid." He could see the store come into view. "I bet I could beat that game." He wrapped his an arm around Misaki's shoulders.
"Could not!" Misaki exclaimed with an offended tone. "It takes practice! I've been practicing for hours! Besides I just got the game! And don't touch me like that when it's so hot out!" Misaki blushed at the contact.
"I could too. I am better than you at everything, especially gaming." Saru replied in a cool tone, pleased Misaki hadn't pushed him off like he usually did. "I bet I can beat it. And I will prove it after we get some snacks." He pushed opened the door to the store with his free hand.
Misaki narrowed his eyes. "We'll see about that, Monkey." He shrugged himself out of Saru's embrace when they entered the store, and rushed towards the aisle filled with all of his favorite sugary sweets and drinks. He picked out his favorite cherry flavored soda, and a huge bag of gummy worms.
"And after you LOSE. the game, we will see who is able to eat the most gummy worms," Misaki said, grinning up at the taller boy.
"Heh if I win you have to give me something." Saru went towards the more salty isle grabbing what looked edible, an energy drink and a blue popsicle. "Did you remember your money today?" He came back over, carrying his choice of summer snacks.
"Er. . . no. . ." Misaki said sheepishly. "Pay for me?"
He bit his lip and gave Saru his food. "Okay I'll give you something if you win, but if I win then you get to be my slave for a full 24 hours. And that means doing whatever I say. No exceptions. And I will win, so be prepared."
"Knew it." Saru took Misaki's food and put back a few of his own dry snacks. "By the way I guess we think alike. I wanted you if I won." He gave a devious snort before handing the cashier the money. A smug smile plastered on his face. "You won't win. And if I become your slave can I be your sex slave?" He said the question quietly as they exited the store. He was trying to get Misaki to become extremely flustered.
Misaki's face glowed bright red and he spluttered. "What?! I-how come- urgh-not everything we do has to be about. . . THAT! It's not fair if you get to do something you like stupid Monkey!" His hands shook in frustration. He tried to open his soda can to no avail. He glares up at Saru. "And don't talk about that stuff in public," he hissed. "Dammit Saru! Besides you practically force me to be your toy anyways, so that's not a good deal idiot!"
Saru took the pop can from Misaki, opening it with a flick of his thumb. "Mmn what's this now? You think that's all we do. Here I thought we just sit under the sun for hours as you play my video games." He handed the can back after taking a sip. "And everything I say isn't heard. Not until you decide to scream it to the world at least," he took a deep breath rolling his eyes.
He took out his own drink opening it, and taking a gulp within the same instant. "Want to come over? Then I can beat you, play with you, and still be in air conditioning."
Misaki grumbled, knowing Saru was right and snatched the soda can as it was handed to him. He took a big gulp and swallowed, trying to remain calm but fuming inside. He clenched his soda tight in his hands and looked at the ground. Not looking at Saru, he clenched his teeth and said, "Fine. Let's go to yours."
"Lead the way princess." Saru motioned with his arms in the direction they were walking down the street. He took out his popsicle, and began trying to eat it in a seductive manner.
He was egging Misaki on, yet he felt extremely embarrassed to be walking down the street doing what he was doing. Not that he'd let anyone else see that he was embarrassed
Misaki sneered and 'accidentally' shoved Saru while quickening his pace to get a few steps ahead of him. He saw him licking his popsicle in the corner of his eye, and it reminded him of the way Saru licked his. . . Misaki crumpled up his soda can and threw it to the ground, face turning beet read again. He tried to just ignore Saru again, but he just couldn't. "Stop that you disgusting Monkey," Misaki hissed and tried averting his eyes.
Saru fell to the side, over exaggerating how much force Misaki had used. He took the popsicle with both hands, wrapped his mouth around it closing his eyes and slowly pulled off. "Why does it turn you on? Do you like it? Does it make you think of what I do to you? What you like me doing to you. I am sorry you are such a perv to see that in me simply enjoying this surgery snack." He was proud of himself for getting to Misaki. He continued eating his food with more mouth action than was needed. Passionately slurping the tip.
Misaki was so embarrassed he felt like he was going to combust. He could feel himself shaking, but not enough that is was noticeable to others. He wanted to punch Saru in the face, and jump his bones at the same time. He hated when Saru made him feel like this.
He grabbed Saru's arm and yanked him down the street without a word, knowing if he said anything his word vomit would lash out. Saru was such a dick sometimes.
Saru's expression went blank as Misaki began pulling him down the street. He wasn't unhappy, by far the opposite. He didn't want anyone to see just how happy being pulled down the street by a small red-head made him. So he did the exact opposite of what he felt.
Now out of sight he began eating the popsicle normally. Taking bites from the sides and actually feeling cooler, despite his inner body heat having a spike.
When they reached Saru's doorstep Misaki let go of him, still refusing to meet his eyes. "Open it," he grumbled out.
"I gave you a key." Saru stepped forward unlocking the door and holding it open for Misaki to step through. "Honey we're home," was jokingly yelled out in a hushed tone.
Misaki stomped inside, whirled around, pulling Saru in, and slammed him against the door with both fists in his chest making the door close. He growled out, "I'm not your honey," and crashed their lips together forcefully. It wasn't a sweet kiss at all, but angry and frustrated.
"You're a dick Saru," he hissed and pulled away. Stomping to Saru's living room and pulling out the video game system. "And that's the only action you're getting today," he said smugly.
Saru lightly touched his lips with his fingers smirking evilly. "Oh you say this but. We both know what will happen." He took an exaggerated breath shaking his head before, striding over to Misaki snatching the game system; and giving him a kiss on the head before the other could react. He plopped down on his couch flipping it open. "Right beautiful?"
Misaki scowled, blushing again, and rubbed his head on the spot Saru had kissed. "Nothing's gonna happen besides me beating you in this game Monkey." He turned his own gaming system on and mumbled, "and don't call me that, I'm not a stinking girl."
"Trust me. I know you're not a girl." Saru patted the spot next to him, implying Misaki should come over and sit beside him.
Misaki paused for a moment, biting the inside of his cheek before sitting down next to him closely but far enough not to be touching him. "Let's play," he said and selected two player mode. He became totally focused on the game.
Saru smiled as he worked the keys perfectly. He knew the game well enough to be able to beat practically everyone who was his opponent. "Your so cute when you get so into video games." He said this taking a quick look at Misaki, but not changing his game play.
Misaki ignored him, knowing he was just trying to distract him. His thumbs flew across the buttons and he narrowed his eyes in concentration. Then Saru's character slashed his and his game screen flashed 'loser'. He roared in anger and threw the game down on the coach.
"FUCK."
"I win." Saru lightly tossed his remote down before leaning over to Misaki. He pressed his lips against Misaki's much more delicately than their kiss earlier. He was gentle at cupping Misaki's chin. Letting his eye's close at the contact, and leaning in for more.
Misaki let Saru kiss him before pulling away, closing his eyes, and resting his forehead on Saru's shoulder. He didn't want Saru to see how disappointed he truly was at being bested at his own game. "I'll still eat more gummy worms than you," he said, "and then we will be even."
"And you will probably win at anything involving food. Just remember we only placed a bet on the video game." Saru knew how competitive Misaki was, and how this was his favorite game. But Saru wanted to win that bet, and wouldn't just allow Misaki to win today. Saru pulled out the bag of gummy worms, spilling a pile on the table for both of them; making sure to keep a slight distance between the piles.
"You bet I'll win this," he said, reaching for his first gummy worm, and swallowing it whole. He grinned and continued shoving gummy worm, after gummy worm in his mouth. This would be easy since gummy worms were his favorite snack. He had to beat Saru at something.
Saru ate the gummy worms with more pace. Chewing them completely before he swallowed. He was both horrified and awed by Misaki's ability to not choke on all the food he was shoving into his mouth.
Misaki finished his pile, licking his lips and smiling. "I can still eat more Saru, and you're not even halfway done." He leaned over and picked up a worm from Saru's pile, plopping it on his mouth and grinning. "I win."
"Yeah and that is why you're fat." Saru picked up his remaining pile, and set it in front of Misaki. "Now get your sexy ass over here." Despite knowing he'd lose, and not trying to win, Saru still felt annoyed. He wasn't annoyed at the fact he lost. Just the fact that somehow being able to cram an unworldly amount of food into one's mouth made Misaki think he was better than him. But at the same time Saru found Misaki's pompous attitude extremely adorable.
"Your just jealous that I won." Misaki finished the remainder of Saru's pile then crossed his arms, looking at Saru. "There's no such thing as sexy and fat, Saru." He felt superior knowing he won, and leaned back kicking his feet on the table, ignoring Saru's request. "Sorry I can't come over, I guess I'm just too fat to do anything else with you." Misaki snickered, knowing Saru would get annoyed with him.
"Fine. I was wrong. Your fat ass can never be sexy." Saru pulled Misaki onto his lap. He wasn't too sure if Misaki was saying he could never be fat or sexy, or if sexy and fat weren't allowed in the same sentence.
"That's not what I meant," Misaki said,"I'm sexier than you times one-thousand."
He he brushed his lips against Saru's, slightly touching but not enough to be qualified as a kiss.
"Too bad you won't get to have me since I already said you weren't getting any." Misaki smirked against Saru's lips and hopped off his lap, walking towards the kitchen to prepare even more food. "Sucks."
"You aren't phat. And in my eye's you definitely are sexier than me." He knew Misaki would miss his play on words failing to get his insult, yet he couldn't resist saying it. He got up and went into the kitchen to tackle Misaki. When he reached him he quickly grabbed Misaki by the waist pulling his face into his chest, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace. "You will never get laid with an attitude like that."
Misaki made an 'oomph' into Saru's chest, startled by the sudden embrace. "Damn right I am," he mumbled, leaning into Saru and resting on him. He ignored Saru's comment about getting laid and yawned. He was exhausted from the days activities, even though it was only about 6:30. "Saru...," he sighed, "wake me up."
"Hmmn. And why would I do that?" Saru leaned his head down to have his forehead touching the others, noses brush against another. Saru brought his hand to comb through Misaki's hair. But besides the gentle actions he didn't do anything. Didn't make a move. He was testing Misaki. Seeing if he really did know what the response would be.
Misaki closed his eyes and breathed in Saru's scent, all previous annoyances forgotten. He sighed at the feeling of Saru's hand in his hair and brought his fingers up to enclose around Saru's wrist. "You know why, Saru," he breathed out.
Saru brought his left hand down to tilt Misaki's head, and his right hand traveling down the others waist to their hip. "Yeah but I don't know how to wake you up," He said leaving mere inches between their lips. He didn't really know how Misaki wanted to wake up. He could make food but in the time before the food was done Misaki would have already fallen asleep. He could make coffee or get energy drinks, but those tended to make Misaki violent. The last idea he had in mind only worked for a short period of time before the other was fast asleep no chance of waking 'til it was time.
Misaki's eyes opened, twinkling with a new idea. He stepped away from Saru's clutch and turned around, opening Saru's cabinet and pulling out a bottle of vodka. "Let's get hammered Saruhiko," he said lazily but determinedly. Getting Saru drunk was rare and always a delight for him. Besides, Misaki always felt rejuvenated while drinking alcohol and knew that this would wake him up. He looked for two glasses and then put them on the counter next to the drink. "Please?"
"You know me so well. But please use the shot glasses. I need to count." Saru knew it would take more alcohol than what was in the bottle before he had a strong reaction. He didn't know how many glasses it would take Misaki but he did know the other was extremely light compared to him. He hoped the other didn't know where he kept his drugs, but wasn't too sure since he never told Misaki where the booze was stored.
"Fine." Misaki perked up instantly at Saru's approval of the idea and searched for the shot glasses, replacing the regular ones with those instead. Then he hesitates for a moment, his gaze at the vodka bottle. "Drink it straight or mixing it?" He asked. Misaki knew it was manlier to drink it straight, but the idea repulsed him. He wasn't very good at holding down liquor.
"Strait. I am counting." Saru took the bottle from Misaki's hands quickly pouring them a glass and gulping his own down. He saw Misaki hesitate as he poured his next shot. "Are you a man?" He knew Misaki would do anything to protect his man-card, making Saru have a way to always control him.
Misaki narrowed his eyes. He took his glass and tipped it to his lips, quickly slurping up the liquid. The taste was disgusting and he tried not to show it in his face and actions, but failed. He glared at Saru. "Of course I'm a man, I'm always the one doing the fucking," he spat. Whenever threatened Misaki pulled that card out on Saru. He poured himself another glass and continued drinking, trying to ignore the taste. It burned his throat, but he ignored that too.
Saru poured another glass before taking down his own. He propped himself onto his elbow on the top of the counter smiling up at Misaki. "And I like the way you fuck." He loved Misaki's face when he was eating a food he didn't like. He tried to get him to drink milk for the face than the actual health factors from the drink. "Cheers," Saru said holding his glass up for Misaki to tap.
"Hmph" Misaki said and clinked his glass to Saru's, swallowing it down. The room was starting to sway a little but Misaki noticed that Saru seemed completely sober. "Saru maybe you should try something else to get you going?" He suggested. "I think you need it."
"Sex my love is always on the table." Saru made the comment but his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. He felt like Misaki was referring to his drug supply, making him uneasy. He laughed nervously, instantly regretting the idea he could possibly cover anything with his laugh. He quickly poured another drink, bringing it to his lips. Waiting to take it down with Misaki.
Misaki rolled his eyes at the first comment, then noticed Saru's abnormal nervous laugh he stared him down suspiciously. "I was actually talking about weed or coke or something..." He slurred a little. "Saru are you trying to hide something from me?"
"Ahh haha coke why would you think I'd have that?" He scratched his head quickly before taking down his drink not caring if Misaki did with him. He accidentally clicked his tongue before answering again, finding the foreign feeling calming. "Misaki. I really do not think you need anything else." He said his sentence calmly, letting his eyes slightly glazed over.
Misaki may be getting drunk, but that didn't mean he couldn't tell when Saru was hiding something from him. "I don't know, you always seem to have everything. Why aren't you answering my question?" He tilted his head and frowned.
Misaki was a very touchy-feely drunk. He leaned over and nuzzled Saru's ear with his nose. "I think you have coke Saru, and I think you should try some and loosen up," Misaki whispered into his ear.
Saru hated coke. He passed out after a few hits. He had been extremely susceptible to drugs and he hated not being in control. "If you can find any, I will do it." He said this knowing he had chosen the greatest hiding place for hiding anything from Misaki. Instead of hiding it behind something or near in something completely random, he hid it inside the hated thing. His milk carton in his fridge he made sure to keep the expiration dates in check and to move it around like he actually opened it.
He jerked his head to have his lips on Misaki's. He made the kiss open mouth and passionate. Making sure he could get Misaki wanting more, not that it was too hard when the other was hammered.
Misaki moaned into Saru's mouth and tilted his head back, not even caring that Saru was dominating him. It just felt so GOOD. After a few minutes of passionately making out, a light dinged in his head and he remembered: get Saru wasted. He pulled away and pouted. "Stop trying to distract me Monkey. You need to let loose too."
He started opening drawers frantically and pulling things out of cabinets, shaking them and then throwing them on the floor when they revealed to have nothing in it. "Saru pleeeease" he whined and swirled around, giving Saru his best puppy dog face. He knew it always worked on Saru.
Saru watched Misaki begin pulling everything out. Destroying his clean house. He continued drinking just he had decided to ditch the cup and drink from the bottle instead.
When Misaki turned to him pleading for help with his obnoxiously perfect puppy eyes he grabbed hold of him again. "Hah I'd hate to tell you, you damn cow." He had let his guard down even from the mere seconds on looking at Misaki had worn him down enough to subtly say a clue. "I will get loose if you go cuddle with me, cutie." He pressed his lips against Misaki's again.
"A cow?" Misaki looked at Saru with a confused expression. "What?" He took the bottle from Saru's hands and swung it up to his mouth, taking another huge gulp. He set down the bottle and stared up into space with concentration.
"Oh!" He yelped after a minute and ran to the fridge, looking for the drink that cows made. MILK. He flipped a carton upside down and a bag of cocaine plopped into his hand. He beamed, proud with himself.
"Do it and then I promise to snuggle."
Saru rammed his head into the counter, turning his head slowly to look at Misaki. "Fuck!"
He didn't care that his head hurt he hated doing drugs. He always forgot what happened and he liked all his memories with Misaki. Except the memory of when Misaki was learning to skateboard and had slipped sending the board right into his nuts. Not only did it hurt him he was stuck in pain feeling unable to help Misaki with his bleeding hand.
"Give me that shit." He snatch the bag and pouring a bit on his clean counter. He formed the line perfectly in mere seconds with a card from his pocket. "I won't remember crap," he said before sniffing all of the substance in one go.
"Ooooo touchy," Misaki singsonged, and giggled. He was now full on drunk. He twirled and pranced towards Saru, crashing into him. He wrapped his arms around Saru's neck and searched his face, noting the displeased look it held. "Aww Saruuuuu don't be mad at meeeee" he drawled out,"I just want you to feel happy like me."
Misaki's eyes gleamed and he leaned forward, sticking his tongue out. He then proceeded to lick Saru's right cheek from top to bottom, and smiled up at him. "Mmmmmm, Saruuuuu."
Misaki was way too drunk to know what he was doing.
"Saru the fuck are you saying?" Saru stared at Misaki for a second. "Fuck! Dammit I meant Misaki. I am Saru. Saru. Oh and I didn't just take coke. Sorry but I don't like being all hyper twitchy and crap." Saru had let one of his guards down nearly instantly after taking the drug, and that was him not cursing like a maniac. In his mind he was always cursing but to abide normal society he made sure he didn't.
"You look so hot wasted." Saru slammed his lips into Misaki, trying to pick the other up. He kept their lips attached as he hoisted the other into the air and carried him to the couch. He threw Misaki onto the couch, climbing on top of him before crashing their lips together. Despite his normal need to be gentle he was extremely clumsy and didn't care to take his time.
Misaki giggled at Saru's new personality before he was thrown onto the couch and attacked by him. He groaned and clutched onto Saru's hair with both hands, trying to pull him as close as possible. This recklessness was a new thing for Saruhiko, but Misaki soaked it all up. It was just SO GOOD. He felt his arousal awakening and pressed it up against Saru/s thigh, moaning. "So fucking hot," he managed to choke out.
"Damn strait." Saru was pleased to just have Misaki making out with him. He had enough sense not to make the other not be in control. Sort of. He removed Misaki's and his shirt, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin contact before going at the others mouth again.
It felt as though Misaki was burning everywhere Saru touched. 'More, more,' he thought as he clutched tighter and tighter to Saru.
He flipped them over so that he was on top, straddling Saru. "I want to fuck you," he whispered and bit Saru's neck, nipping and licking until the chosen spot was a bright red. Satisfied with his mark on Saru, he clashed their lips together again,tasting blood on his mouth from the impact. But he really didn't care.
"Mmn," Saru loved how Misaki had taken control of their little 'situation' and staring to solve their 'problem'. He moaned at the touch of Misaki telling him he wanted, needed, 'more'. Any pain caused was immediately overshadowed with extreme pleasure. "Take me!" He shimmied out of his own pants as best he could and worked on Misaki's.
When Saru had managed to get them both completely naked Misaki tilted his hips down and touched Saru's arousal with his own. He gasped at the contact and brought his left hand up to stroke he and Saru's members. He brought his left hand up, rolling Saru's nipple between his thumb and forefinger before reaching its destination of Saru lips. He pressed three of his fingers against them asking for entrance.
"Saruuuuuu, suck."
Saru greedily took the fingers into his mouth. Sucking, swirling and moving his mouth up and down them. He paid attention the each finger like it was his key to breath. He made small moans to every slightest thing. Not trying to suppress his delight.
Though he was holding Misaki's wrist to keep the fingers in his control, he let his other hand wonder down. As he sucked and pulled he was pumping Misaki strait. Never out of rhythm. In time to the height of passion.
Misaki was mesmerized by the feel of Saru's hot pink muscle dancing on his fingers, and he shuddered when Saru reached down to touch him. "Nggh," he moaned, unable to keep the sounds from pouring out of his mouth, and not really caring either. Bright flashes came to his eyes when Saru stroked him and after a minute he grabbed Saru's wrist and shook his head, signaling to stop or else he wouldn't make it. He pulled his fingers from Saru's mouth and reached down towards Saru's puckered entrance, teasing it for a moment before slipping his middle finger in and pumping it in and out. He licked his lips and leaned down to make another love bite on Saru's shoulder.
"Ahh!" Saru moaned grabbing hold of Misaki's shoulders at the new sensation. "Kiss me!" Saru shouted not really because he wanted the contact. But needed it. He would never say how scared he was at the pleasure and pain he felt at the moment. He needed to find the comfort in Misaki's lips.
"Hmmm" Misaki hummed and obliged. He kissed Saru when he added a second finger, and continued onto the third. Finally he decided that Saru was prepared enough, and pulled them out settling in between Saru's legs. "Ready?" He whispered and positioned himself, poking Saru's entrance. The room spun around him but Saru was the only thing that made him feel stable at the moment. He needed Saru. Now.
'No!' Saru screamed inside his head as he said "Yes,' out loud. He liked the feeling but before anything good happened there was a moment of displeasure and fear. It was for that moment he wouldn't top Misaki. Not because he couldn't.
Misaki pressed inside slowly and groaned loudly at the hot furnace surrounding him. He waited a moment for Saru to get used to the feeling, before pulling back and slamming into him. He and Saru both liked it rough and to the point. He thrusts his hips over, and over again, searching for Saru's sweet spot. He took hold of Saru's legs and forced him to wrap them around his own torso so that he could go deeper. "Ahhh!"
Saru moaned enjoying the roughness. "Oh Mi-sa-KI!" He screamed. Saying a new syllable with each thrust. "Fuck!" He screamed as Misaki hit that magical spot deep within him making his voice go high and vision cloud.
He was meeting Misaki's thrust with his hips, trying to get the most penetration possible.
He felt a pressure under his belly and knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Misaki grabbed Saru's hard member and beat it with the same pace as he was thrusting so that Saru would cum first. He started thrusting harder.
Saru realized what Misaki was doing and he wouldn't be beat. Again. He let the pleasure cover his body but he tried to stay calm. The best time not to go towards the white light. "Yes, Yes, Misaki!" Was now filling the room. He didn't want to be outlasted by Misaki but he knew it felt good. Great. Incredible. An unmeasurable feeling tingling his entire body
Misaki's clenched his eyes shut and they rolled back from holding back his release. He gritted his teeth and clenched out, "cu-um Sa-ruuu!"
He couldn't hold back any longer and screamed "SARU!" As he filled him with his seed.
"Yes!" Was screamed as Saru stopped restraining himself as soon as he won. White filled the air, couch and was dripping of their bodies from Saru's release. "Thank you." Saru said as he fought back sleep. "I think we should go take a shower now." He said winking. He was unsure if he really wanted anything to happen or if he just wanted to be clean.
Misaki fell on top of Saru breathing heavily for a few moments before answering. "In a minute," he slurred out and snuggled against his chest.
He turned his head towards the digital clock on the desk a few yards away. 8 o'clock. It still was early.
"We can't sleep yet Saru," he mumbled against him, "it's only eight."
He sighed. "Let's play a game after showering." Although his sexual needs were fulfilled, he was still wasted and wanted to have more fun with a high Saru.
"My cum in going into my belly button." Saru complained but wrapped his arms around Misaki to bring him closer. He was out of breath as well but he always regained his before Misaki did.
"Shaddup," Misaki slurred. He hoisted himself up and threw his legs off the couch, stumbling a little before somewhat regaining his balance. He helped pull Saru up before heading towards the bathroom. "We'll c'mon then."
Saru looked at him slightly disappointed. Misaki was taking him seriously again when he was only teasing him. "Fine." Saru walked past Misaki slapping the other's butt harshly as he passed entering the bathroom.
Misaki yelped and rubbed his butt. "Ouch! That hurt stupid Monkey!" He stalked in and turned the shower on with a flick of his hand before Saru could reach it and pushed him out of the way, hopping into the shower. He shut the curtain. "You can wait your turn," he huffed in revenge.
"Bull shit." Saru moved the curtain aside and just jumped in with Misaki. "It's my shower and I happen to need a cleaning more than you. Butt fuck." Saru was kidding, not yelling or changing his calm manner. He was shocked when the water hit him and he realized it was freezing since Misaki hadn't decided to wait.
Misaki sighed and over exaggerated sigh. "Oh fiiiine." He 'accidentally' brushed against Saru's limp member with him hand knowing it was still extremely sensitive due to their previous activities. He looked up at Saru and smirked when he noticed that Saru forgot to take off his glasses. How they had managed to stay on while they were having sex he didn't know, but Saru did not seem to notice. "Forgetting something Monkey?" he asked and reached up, grabbing the glasses and putting them on go own face.
"That explains a lot." Saru felt absolutely ridiculous. He couldn't see anything when they weren't on and he never seemed to noticed he could see everything perfectly fine during their actions. But then he realized that's why everything was foggy as well.
"Yeah well I wanted to see your beautiful face Misaki. Got a problem?" This time he was teasing Misaki for his girly name, not that it was an issue to him. 'Pass my the soap and scrub my balls.' Passed through Saru's mind but he decided he shouldn't say that if he wanted to be able to stand tomorrow.
Misaki raised his eyebrow. "Or your just dumb," he retorted. He started getting a headache from the glasses he was wearing and took them off, tossing them on the bathroom rug. Misaki then reached for the shampoo and started washing his hair and scrubbing it in. It smelled like Saru.
Saru pushed aside Misaki's hands so he could wash his hair for him. He was scrubbing small circles throughout the long hair, playing with the foam slightly. Spiking it ever so often.
Misaki let Saru play with his hair like he always did and reveled in the feeling. When the shampoo was out he twirled around and engulfed Saru in a hug. "My beautiful Monkey..." He murmured softly like he always did when he was drunk. He felt the water pour down them both and smiled.
He looked up at Saru. "Your turn." He said cheerfully. He slathered more shampoo onto his hands and reached up, entwining them in Saru's hair while pulling him down for a wet kiss. He massaged Saru's scalp.
The feeling was always nice of someone washing another's hair. But Saru hated how Misaki always got a little bit of soap in his eyes from being too short to properly wash his hair. "Damn you shorty!" He kissed back but let his slouch he had attained to compensate, happen. He leaned for kisses and walked lower than he should normally.
Misaki finished washing Saru's hair and all the soap bubbles were cleared down the drain.
"I'm done but I know you've got a routine for your hair," said Misaki.
"Yeah and you should know I don't use shampoo." Saru said this even though he had shampoo in his shower. The reason he had it was because he always thought shampoo smelled better than body wash and it made his skin smoother.
He picked up his bottle of conditioner and worked it from root to tip. Gently making progress and combing out the tangles. When he decided it was smooth enough he rinsed out the conditioner, using a wide tooth comb to get every tangle out for sure. He turned off the water. Before stepping out he squirted a quarter amount of conditioner in the palm of his hand to glide through his hair to make it non-frizzled until his next shower.
Once he stepped out of the shower he whipped his head like a wet dog spiking up his perfectly smoothed hair. "That isn't much of a routine. Sorry but it's a night shower." He grabbed his towel and roughly shimmed it down from root to tips spiking the already spiky hair more.
Misaki watched Saru wash his hair. "It's a routine if it has more than 2 steps." He wrapped a green towel around his waist and walked out the bathroom to get a snack. Sex was a workout, and it always made him really hungry.
Saru followed after not caring to wrap a towel around his waist, but he had dried his body. "Fatty." He said as he saw Misaki looking over his fridges food. "I am so bored Misaki. I wanna play a game. Play a game with me?" Saru came up to Misaki wrapping his arms around the older ones waist. "Please?"
"Kay." Normally he would shove Saru away and turn red from having Saru's naked body attack him, but he was a relatively happy drunk who liked contact. Misaki reached into the freezer and pulled out a box of chocolate ice cream. He closed the doors and reached inside one of Saru's kitchen drawers for a spoon before scooping up a big chunk and stuffing it in his mouth. "Wha kinna gem?" He said with his mouth full.
"That is disgusting. If you decide to blabber please talk with that crap not smacking around your pie hole." Saru was incredible irritated. He hated when Misaki did things like eat while talking. He couldn't help but find it cute at the same time though.
'Hmph.' He grabbed Saru's head and pressed their lips together, making him open them and pressing the ice cream into Saru's mouth. "Now it's in yours!" He said gleefully and laughed, running away from Saru before he was pummeled. It wasn't very often he got to rile Saru up. The boy was too fucking calm.
Saru glared down Misaki, while swallowing the ice cream that made it into his mouth. He didn't 'mind' ice cream, he did keep it in his house. He however particularly hated sticky things being stuck on his face, even if it was brought by a chaste kiss. "Fuck you."
He wiped his face with water in the sink before slowly coming towards Misaki. He hadn't cared to dry his face so it was still slightly wet and dripping.
Misaki's eyes widened and he squeaked at the sight of an irritated Saru stalking towards him. He swirled around and ran out the door and down the hall before coming to a door at the end of it. He tried jiggling the handle but it wouldn't budge. Locked. He was cornered at a dead-end and was vulnerable. Saru could probably do anything to him.
"Baby I won't hurt ya. Too much." Saru called down the hallway, a wide grin spreading on his face as he slowly moved closure. When the distance between them had fallen to inches he didn't lash out. He swept his arm around Misaki's waist, hugging him to his naked body. "I just took a shower." He scolded before leaning in to kiss Misaki, holding his chin up. "Mmn sweet." He said in a brief pause before going in for more.
"Mmmmm". Misaki wasn't sure if he was upset because he failed to rile up Saru or if he was happy to still be alive. He brought an arm around Saru's shoulder and stood on his tiptoes For better access. Saru tasted chocolatey and cold.
He pulled away. "So what is it you want to do Saruuu?"
"I could go for another round." He paused for a moment his eyes wandering over Misaki's body. "Want to see how good it would feel to switch places? Feel me? Neh? Sound good?" He dipped down licking Misaki's earlobe.
Misaki tensed up in a heartbeat. "Wh-what?" He said shakily.
His eyes darted around and he took a step back from Saru. "I don't think that's a good idea Saru."
He felt the world spinning even faster and began to panic, wrapping his arms around himself for comfort. He whispered, "I can't."
"Fine. I have a little dare for you." Saru suddenly pulled off the towel wrapped around Misaki's waist, grabbing his member tightly yet comfortably. "Suck my dick." He began maniacally laughing and pumping Misaki's dick
Misaki still felt hesitant but when those white-hot flashes burst before his eyes he forgot all about it."Nghh!" His knees started to tremble and he had to reach a hand to grip Saru's arm to keep from falling. The flashes kept getting brighter and brighter until stars burst before his eyes as he came hard into Saru's hand with a yell. "Aargh!"
He breathed heavily for a few moments regaining his composure before looking into Saru's eyes and falling to his knees. "Fine."
"Oh I am just so glad to hear it." An unkind smile spread wide across his face. A smile like a serial killer, a reaper, before they took their next victim. Feeling pleasure from another death. "Heh. Tsk. I want to do this smoothly." He picked Misaki up balancing his weight on both his arms as a groom would a bride. "Let's do this in the bedroom." He moved towards the door, unlocking it with the skeleton key he kept above the door.
Saru's sudden attitude change confused Misaki and when he was picked up he squirmed a little. He absolutely loathed anything that made him feel like a girl or degraded his man card. Having 'Misaki' as a name was bad enough. "Nobody normal keeps their bedroom locked," he muttered, "or owns a skeleton key." He glanced up at Saru's face containing his crazy eyes and quickly looked away. What could Saru possibly be craving from him?
Saru threw Misaki onto a perfectly made bed. "Have a toy you ever wish for? I have them all." Saru flipped on a small lamp, illuminating the room in a soft light. "Ask me for anything Misaki." Saru passed around the room, his arm spread to show his collection. "Sound fun?" He said before tackling Misaki into the pillows.
He didn't kiss, fondle or do much of anything too kinky. He began tickling Misaki's sides. He had Misaki pinned down with his strong legs. No escape from brute force would release him.
Misaki couldn't help but make squealing noises when Saru tickled him and finally grabbed onto his wrists to make him stop. His eyes scanned the room and widened. "Holy shit Saru!"
His mouth opened in awe. His emotions were conflicting: fear for the unknown of what these did, concern for Saru's mental well-being, and excitement to use these toys.
"Where did you get all these?! HOW did you get all these? Why the fuck did you get so many and display them in your room like this? Holy mother of god!" He didn't understand any of this. "Saru what the hell!"
Saru burst out laughing at Misaki's face. "You're too fucking cute!" Saru roughly embarrassing Misaki. "Damn." He sat there simply holding the other.
"So... Want to try some out?" Saru gave an excited, dorky grin. "That is way I have them you know."
"I...err...I dunno.." He said. Misaki felt overwhelmed. A part of him did want to try it but he was still in shock and was a little scared of the unknown. Misaki wasn't very good at trying new things, but he did want to make Saru happy. This was just the most bizarre situation. "I don't know how..." He said nervously, biting his lip and looking at all of the colorful toys around him made of all shapes and sizes. "What do these things even do?"
"It's okay. You can experiment on me." Saru had only tried a few of his things, and even then he didn't know what he was doing. He had the basic understanding; enough to be able to have some fun. "I have an idea. What about if we play a game? Like truth or dare I guess. Or we could just fool around. I am down with anything as long as your sexy body is in the room." Saru let his tongue sweep across his lips to the images of Misaki playing with him.
Misaki was transfixed on Saru's tongue wetting his lips to a rosy pink, but then looked up at Saru's eyes. Eyes that he trusted even if they were a little crazy. "Okay. Truth or dare. We can do that." He looked around the room again, not knowing what to start with. "How about you dare me first Saru?"
"Fine I dare you to try out the most eye-catching item in here." Saru had a demonic smile spreading wide across his smooth face. He had many toys and was excited to see what Misaki would choose first. What caught his eye. What he really liked. He wanted to know how kinky his blushing uke was.
"Um okay."
Misaki wiggled out of Saru's embrace and got out of the bed, circling the room. He felt all of his blood rushing to his cheeks by just looking at the toys. He did a once over then pondered. He ruled out all of the dildos and vibrators: he definitely did not want something going up his ass. It was a secret fear of his. He didn't want to go for the paddles and whips the first time, he just wasn't ready for that. Misaki didn't like feeling vulnerable. He finally settled on a purple elasticity circular item with fake jewels on the outside. Misaki didn't know what it was but it seemed to be the safest. He picked it up, face redder than his hair and not even daring to look at Saru, and handed it to him. "Here."
"Aww. I wanted to stick something up your ass." Saru began pouting slightly but took the object from Misaki. "This here son is cock ring. It does this and that and makes sex more exciting." Saru spoke in an overly cheerful voice and instead of offering comfort gave off an intimidating vibe. "You just slide it on your penis and have sex. Here I will show you." Saru put Misaki in the object making sure it was on correctly. "See now I have to make you enjoy it good and hard."
Saru began to fiddle with Misaki down south. His hand moving with incredible accuracy to cause the most pleasure. He pumped and and massaged, seeming to apply all attention to pleasing Misaki. His breathing became sensual and other hand brushing softly to send shivers down the other. "I am down for truth or dare as long as it's exciting." Saru whispered in a husky voice directly into Misaki's ear.
"Fuck!" This felt way better than just a normal hand-job. The intensity was tripled. "Fee-e-els goo-o-od!" He stuttered out. He looked down , watching Saru's hand move back and forth akin his shaft. His dick was engorged with blood and was leaking slightly with pre-cum. It was definitely bigger than normal. "Ahh ha ha!" He screamed. Misaki felt like he was so close yet so far. This had never happened before. "Saru please!" He whimper-yelled. "Suck me!"
"Well fine! Aren't you needy." Saru gripped as he descended where his hand was with his mouth. He nibbled at the tip and trailed his tongue around the erect cock. He took a deep breath before taking the member in his mouth. He was trying to go as far as he could without setting off his sensitive gag reflex. He set up a steady rhythm designed for Misaki's enjoyment.
"Nyaaaa!" Misaki yelled as he felt Saru's mouth around him. He gripped Saru's hair tightly with his hands as if he were afraid he would remove his head. The inside of Saru always feels so good, but this time the pleasure was heightened to the extreme. It didn't take long. "Coming!" He shouted in warning!"
"Saruhikoooo!" He came harder than he ever had in his life.
Saru spit out most of what came into his mouth only swallowing what he couldn't get out of his mouth. "I love you, but that shit is nasty. I know people are all like 'mmn your taste is so delicious', well bullshit! I hate it. It's too damn sweet." It wasn't uncommon for Saru to complain. His gag reflex had a low tolerance he was just trained to ignore it. In the end he really just enjoyed seeing Misaki so happy.
He kissed Misaki pulling off ring, smiling softly. "Your turn again." He was entirely thrilled with his random plan. Happy he had just decided to clean the barely used collection before heading out that day. "Pig."
Misaki felt like he was floating and inhaled and exhaled deep breaths for a minute or too. He had never felt more elated in his life. He slid to the floor and just sat with his back against the bed for a few moments.
He looked up at Saru. "Shut up Monkey."
Misaki closed his eyes and leaned his head back, thinking of what to do to Saru. He thought of all of the toys on the shelves that he could torture Saru with. He perked up when he thought of the perfect thing and smirked.
"I dare you to let me handcuff you to the bed."
"Sure if I can top while handcuffed to the bed." He paused for a second letting his stupidity sink in. "Alright I really don't know why I have all the bondage, that makes me want to try out the pressure point tying up thing. I am down with the handcuffs but with that I dare you to use one of the during sex anal action toys."
Saru's attention to one object wasn't very long-lasting. He was thinking of new positions to try to whether or not the cuffs would end up hurting him. He was ready to do anything for Misaki as long as Misaki stayed his.
"Neh? What do you say?" His throat was already watering to the ideas. The ideas the swarmed his mind were such beautifully indecent images.
Misaki narrowed his eyes. "You can't negotiate your dares Monkey." Misaki was finally able to stand and did so. His temper was rising and he yelled. "I told you I don't want to fucking bottom and I definitely don't want something going up my ass. Why can't you fucking understand?"
Misaki was just so scared of something going in him. The idea was degrading and all he could think about was pain. He knew Saru seemed to enjoy it enough, but Saru was pretty masochistic so he couldn't really judge off that. He was worried Saru would somehow guilt him into it, and in all honesty he wasn't ready for that kind of thing. If Saru was going to force him to do something then he wasn't gonna play.
"Why can't you just leave it?" He asked, voice now small.
"Oh Misaki!" Saru moaned in an overly erotic fashion. "Must I teach you how one feels? What does to your MIND! Heh." Saru rolled off the bed. He began looking over the instruments as to discover everything about them. "Easy or amazing?" He kept a constant mumble of things that would happen if he chose that, or what would happen if he chose this.
"I will show you one and you can handcuff me when you get used to it. Then I want you to try the beads. Deal?" He picked up the vibrator, rubbing some lubricant on it as he walked in a circle before hopping onto the bed. He threw the bottle to the side and quickly spread his legs wide.
"Nghh!" He cried out as he inserted the tool in, turning it on. He was already panting heavily and giving moans. In part he made the noise because of the pleasure, also because Misaki felt embarrassed for liking the noise he felt, but this time to make Misaki want to try. "Come on. Use it on me! It only hurts if the other doesn't use anything to make you slick." He said his lines in as calm of a manner as he could pull off in the situation he was in. "Please? Mi-sa-KI!" He whined the name out ending up going off on the 'ki'.
Once again Misaki's face turned red. "I...I.." He stuttered out. He couldn't help but feel turned on at the sight of Saru fucking himself with a big plastic toy and the moans Saru made were music to his ears. He was scared of being penetrated but he wanted Saru MORE. He felt himself walking to the bed and climbing to reach Saru. "Okay."
He took the vibrating dildo by the end that wasn't inside Saru and began thrusting it in and out of him, as far as it could go. He gave Saru a quick peck on the lips then brought his attention back to Saru's hole and the dildo.
"Misaki!" Saru let his hands drop to the sheets. As everything blurred and the only thing he was positive about was that 'it' feels good. He was calling, moaning, groaning barely comprehensible commands. His body enable to say more than a syllable at a time. "SEE! Heh. Good. Ugghn!" He was gripping the sheets to find stability in his loud state. Each trust was perfectly hitting his prostate; causing him to go insane.
His knuckles were turning white as his grip became tighter and he was trying not to let the tingly sensation distract him from his master plan. Yet it felt so amazing he barely knew he was on a bed and the only two words he could say being 'yes' and 'Misaki'.
Misaki was happy he could make Saru scream his name so loud and briefly thought that maybe using one of these on himself wouldn't be so bad. He moaned hearing Saru's wanton sounds and was unbelievably aroused for the fourth time that evening. But first comes first: satisfying Saru.
He wrapped his hand around Saru's cock and began pumping the leaking member. "Come for me Saruhiko," he breathed into his ear.
"MI-SA-KI!" The sensation of the vibrator hitting him, and Misaki's hand wrapping around him proved to be too much. He arched his back as he came hard screaming out the name, 'ki' being drawn out 'til he finished. He felt small tears on his eyes like those from laughing so hard, just this was from too much greatness.
"See." His vision was off and his voice was rough. "Feels. So. Good." He looked up at Misaki squinting his eyes in a meek smile. "Damn come on it feels so good. I swear I will use lube and it wont hurt like a bitch. Even earlier it only hurt because we got too hasty. But the pain subsided as you started ramming me just so. Eh Misaki?" He was bracing himself on Misaki's shoulders, trying not to collapse from looking at Misaki directly in the eyes.
Misaki stroked Saru's hair for a few moments thinking, biting his lip before he nodded. He wanted to feel as good as Saru. And hey, try everything once right? He was still scared but he was willing to let Saru do this.
"Okay make me ready."
"Haha there's the spirit " Saru grabbed the bottle from the side of him. "Ready to be amazed?" Saru wasn't asking for an answer, it was obvious by this when he suddenly jumped on Misaki.
He was positioned between Misaki's spread legs. "Mmn haha!" He leaned over Misaki's body, planting a kiss on Misaki's as he inserted an already slick finger. His kiss turned to tongue as he inserted another digit. He made sure he was being gentle as he began to move his fingers, and provide an efficient distraction with his diligent kiss.
Misaki grabbed onto the bed sheets with one hand and squeezed. It felt strange. He had never had anything go up his butt before. He made small whines and whimpers.
"Feels strange.." He said warily in between kisses. He kissed back, thankful for the distraction.
"Of course it does sweetie. It will feel good in a sec." Saru stared at Misaki a moment before pecking his forehead, removing his fingers. "Ready?"
Saru walked away from the bed grabbing yet another toy, the beads. "Now don't get scared and tense up or it will feel worse." He warned as he was flipping Misaki onto his stomach. He inserted the beads slowly until they were to the right spot, then he laid on his back awaiting Misaki. He said with unwavering vigor, "Now fuck me."
Strange. So so strange. That's all Misaki could think with these round balls up inside him. He tried his hardest to relax and breathed heavily. He could do this.
"O-okay" he managed to get out between his heavy breathing and whimpering noises. It was hard to talk or think when concentrating so hard on not tensing up and feeling even more pain besides the small sting he felt as they stretched him a little. He got up on his knees, balls rolling inside him, and plunged into Saru in one go, since Saru was already prepared. He shuddered at the weird feeling of movement in his lower body.
He began thrusting into Saru and gasped as he felt the beads rubbing up against his inner walls. He felt them rub a certain spot and he lost his vision for a second. "Oh!"
As he thrusted, they kept rubbing up against his prostate, making him shaky and light-headed. The pressure of Saru around his cock raised the intensity to a whole nother level. He moaned loudly.
"Oh. Someone seems to LIKE it." Saru tried to tease as he himself was being stimulated.
He realized he wasn't on drugs around when Misaki was running from him. He couldn't fully remember what had happened before then but he had a good guess how much went down.
"Ahh!" He decided screw stressing about what happened or not, he was in the fucking zone. "Yes! Mi-sa-KI!" He was meeting the thrust with his hips. Greedily taking in all of Misaki.
Misaki couldn't even HEAR Saru, all of his attention was focused on the harsh tingly feelings all throughout his body and the pressure building up inside him. His voice felt raw from screaming, but what he was saying he didn't know. Misaki knew he was done for. He remembered to pump Saru to speed up his release, and while pumping he felt his arousal lurch inside him. His seed shot out of him into Saru. "Aaaaahhhhh!"
Saru remembered to pull the beads out before Misaki had finished his orgasm. His mind was rather lost but he wanted Misaki to be completely pleasured. His edge was coming but he hadn't hit it in unison with Misaki like they usually did and he needed more. He felt slightly bad but it wasn't completely his fault Misaki couldn't hold out longer this time.
Misaki swayed a little and fell on top of Saru, Shuddering. He made small noises at the back of his throat and felt like his muscles had been pulled and squeezed until they turned to mush. This was his fourth orgasm of the night and he was exhausted. He lazily brought his hand down to continue pumping Saru to completion, feeling bad that he denied him by cumming first. After Saru came, he was going to fall asleep.
"Heh." Saru wasn't as close as he felt Misaki thought he was. He rolled Misaki off of him, giving yet another kiss on Misaki's brow. "Sleep now." He could tell Misaki was too out of it to give him a decent hand job so he decided he could finish for himself.
He tried to stand up to go to the bathroom to finish, but he was still too excited to move and collapsed gracefully onto the floor. He began to pump himself, back against the bed and eyes close. All he needed to think of for a push was Misaki tonight.
"Hmmm" Misaki hummed and feeling well spent, let go of Saru and relaxed onto the covers turning and wrapping his arms around a pillow in substitution for Saru's body. His eyes fluttered shut and he drifted off to sleep.
Saru finished off silently and quickly after he had rolled onto the floor. He moaned a quiet, "Misaki" as he came. He sat there a moment cherishing the moment and day before getting up to clean.
He cleared and cleaned the toys. Putting the toys back out of sight before climbing into bed to snuggle up close to the snoozing Misaki. "Good night. I hope you enjoyed tonight as much as I did," was said before he finally closed his eyes. His breathing calmed to Misaki's. His dream of a date with Misaki.
Misaki was a heavy sleeper, so he slept through the whole night without interruption. And he never failed to sleep past ten.
Misaki dreamed of two blue and red monsters fighting one another, with the blue having long razor-sharp claws and the red having wheels for feet. Bodies were strewn around them, including his and Saru's. He screamed and screamed but since he was dead, nothing came out and he could only watch through his glassy eyes.
Misaki wouldn't remember this dream in the morning.
Authors Notes -
Deaths Lie(Drazzy): Okay I promise I will do a better job about the grammar, (which I am horrible with) but I did grammar check it more than once I swear. So I just want to say I really like Energystarelite because she is awesome and you all should too. Thank you for making it to the end I really hope you liked it.