The seconds bleed into minutes, as Haru's fingers twine with the drying chestnut tendrils located at the base of Makoto's neck. They haven't moved their positions, but the need to do so has been steadily increasing. With each swipe of his tongue, and movement of lips, Haru presses his torso upward. His hips follow, and they come into contact with the boy above him. An electric warmth shoots through his body, at the feel of Makoto hard against him. It settles in his lower abdomen, only stoking the roaring fire. The warmth is every where. Inside, above...Surrounding him.
Fingers dip beneath his shirt, skimming over Haru's lower stomach, with just a hint of a scratch. At the same time, Makoto surges forward, grinding his hips against him.
It feel strange, the hot hardness against him like this...In that place. It isn't unwanted though, but it causes a gasp of surprise to emit from him as Haru rips his mouth away.
"Haru!" Makoto exclaims, stilling his movements completely. Nevertheless, large hands grip Haru's hips tightly and it makes his dick twitch. "Are you okay?" His best friend asks, and the raven haired teen notes that Makoto looks worried. Deep green eyes are wide, just as his mouth is agape. It would look very normal if it wasn't for his swollen lips, and dilated pupils.
"I'm sorry!" His friend speaks again, obviously not paying enough attention to Haru's telling eyes. A flustered Makoto rambles in that stressed out of breath tone of his, and Haruka has had enough.
"It just happened -" The brunette is cut off, his words morphing into a squeak, giving way to a groan, as Haru presses against Makoto's clothed erection.
"Stop worrying." The teen murmurs almost grumpily. His breathy lilt makes him sound different however, and Haru is graced with a heavy blush from the boy above.
Regardless, Makoto doesn't move and it causes him to become impatient.
"Makoto." Haru says warningly, pressing against him again. Blue eyes flutter closed for a moment, as he revels in the contact.
Then, his friend is shifting, moving Haru's legs closer together, and suddenly...The hardness is now against his own, and it feels incredible. Knees sit either side of his legs, and he is unable to stop himself from reaching out to grasp Makoto's hips, pressing upward. This isn't anything that he knows of, but it feels right. The jolts of pleasure coursing through him are better than any masturbatory session of pure clinical necessity.
Unfortunately, the feeling is fleeting, as the hulking form moves upward to hover above him. Haruka sighs desperately at the loss, but makes no real sound. He is rewarded too, when a new type of pleasure wracks his senses.
"Haru." Makoto gasps reverently, splaying his fingers all over his skin. Calloused digits ghost over his nipples, causing the teen to arch. They are gone quickly, moving on to their next destination.
Makoto is every where and no where all at once, and it isn't enough.
Without using words, the flustered teen presses his hands against the bed, pushing upwards. Makoto is forced to move as well, sitting up with a confused expression.
It doesn't last for long, as Haru grabs the base of his shirt and pulls it over his head. Dropping it to the floor, he looks back to Makoto and says, "I'll clean it up later."
In response, his friend lets out a hearty chuckle, that fills his whole chest. Haru isn't sure why Makoto is laughing, since he is usually a stickler about organisation. Nevertheless, he hasn't seen that smile all night, and it's nice.
"What?" Haru asks bluntly, leaning upward to place a kiss on the side of Makoto's lips. His friend has toppled, leaning both hands on either side of the smaller youth. The cheerful glee promptly leaves his expression, and it is suddenly filled with something that Haru hasn't seen before. That, and Makoto is blushing like crazy.
"Nothing." The teen says, seriously now. He moves downward, in a bid to kiss Haru again, but he is stopped.
"Haru-chan!" Makoto looks surprised, and the insecurities are still there, in his green eyes.
"Yours too." The ravenette prompts, tugging on the shirt. His fingers dip beneath to touch the taut skin, and Makoto lets out a shuddered breath.
"Are you sure?" The taller youth questions in response.
It makes Haru angry. It is clear that his friend is aroused, and he is too. He already said that it is okay. Makoto worries too much.
"I said it's fine." Haruka repeats tersely, for the millionth time in his life. Feeling fed up, he grips the edge of Makoto's shirt and proceeds to pull it upwards. The blushing boy helps him finish off the task, and now Haru is free to touch.
He does so, without pausing, and then they are kissing again, and it's a little hard to keep up. Hands roam, groins touch, lips mesh, and despite it being a rather cool night, it's stiflingly hot. Makoto doesn't seem to notice, or care, as he disengages to leave chaste kisses along Haru's jaw. A moistness touches his neck, right along the tendon. Teeth nip at the spot, followed by a suckle of lips and tongue, and Haru runs his hands all over Makoto's back. His hips tilt upwards to rut against the clothed firmness of his friend, and with each electrifying touch, he grows more curious.
Still, Makoto keeps kissing and licking. He reaches Haru's collar bone, and pauses for a brief moment, to pay homage to the area.
"Makoto." Haru finds himself murmuring, but he isn't heard. The taller teen slides downward even more, and Haruka can feel Makoto's erection touching his upper thigh, before leaving his body completely.
Inhaling pantingly, in distaste, Haru moves without thinking, wanting to find that amazing warmth again. His hand breaches the confines of Makoto's sleep pants, and grasps the hardness that resides beneath.
"Haru," Is breathed out strainedly, and azure widen in realisation of his movements. The dick in his hand is hot, like lava, and it is so unlike his own, but similar at the same time. It feels bigger, in length and girth, and a strange feeling begins to burn his insides. His mind wonders what it will feel like, to have it against him like before, but without clothes.
Running his fingers softly over the appendage, Makoto's hovering form wavers for a moment as a result, before he gathers enough bearings to continue his perusal. His hands are grasping more insistently now, and it feels like his mouth is too; with each lick being firmer, drawing out new breaths from Haru.
Curious to know, the exploring boy questions, "Does it feel good?" His fingers grip the hardness completely, as Haru starts a slow rhythm. He can't see Makoto's face though, and it is a problem for him.
"H – Haru-chan." Makoto stutters. "Yes." His movements still completely, but Haru doesn't mind.
"I don't know what I'm doing." The stoic boy says, and his friend just shakes his head in reply. His chin tilts upward to meet the watchful blue. They are clouded with something that must be lust, and pleasure.
"It doesn't matter, we don't have to do any more. We can stop." Makoto pants, his face contorting as Haru pushes downward harder than before. He doesn't want to stop, that isn't what he was saying.
"No." He replies harshly. His hand stills, as a blush rapidly creeps up his neck, to his cheeks. Turning his head to the side reflexively, the inexperienced teen says, "I thought you were going to teach me."
Makoto's breath hitches, but Haru doesn't look his way. Then, a hand wraps around his own, still grasping his partner's arousal. It makes him jump, when his hand begins to move again, without his help, and Makoto groans openly. It's so wanton, and new, and Haru might just come in his pants.
"I'll teach you Haru-chan." His friend murmurs, huskily. Makoto sounds different to before, his voice is deeper, sexier. Haru hasn't ever heard him sound like this.
Makoto's knees shuffle, and his free hand slips beneath Haruka's tented shorts. The fabric grazes against the head, and a loud hiss escapes on its own. In the next moment, he is being gripped firmly and the two are moving together, in sync. The warmth beneath Haru's palm, and above, the heat on his own erection too...It's amazing.
He is getting greedy though. So greedy. How is it possible for a human being to feel this way? Surely he must be broken, because all he can think about is what comes next.
"Haru." Makoto says, jerking their hands faster, breathing hot as he leans forward above the teen. They kiss almost clumsily, and the pace of their hands slow down out of sheer necessity. Despite the tinge of awkwardness, it isn't enough to dampen the new feelings surging through both of their bodies, flushed and breathing heavily with hormonal need.
When Makoto asks, "Where do you want me to touch you?" He sounds serious, just like his caring eyes, that are so deep. They would be embarrassing if he wasn't so worked up.
Haru doesn't respond with words, but it is the easiest sentence that he has ever relayed with just a gaze.
Everywhere. His azure say.
Makoto doesn't disappoint.