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"Maybe we shouldn't." Makoto whispered as Haruka trailed kisses along his jawline, his hand lazily drawing patterns on his hip.

"But maybe we should." Haruka muttered against his neck, allowing his hand to lightly stroke Makoto's cock.

Makoto groaned, his hips bucking up into the agonizingly slow caresses. He craved more, he needed more, but he knew that he shouldn't. Yet with Haruka lying on top of him, his lips and hands working his body he couldn't think of anything other than the boy. Pure, hot lust clouded his thoughts, begging to let go.

Haruka then brought his hands upwards, lacing his fingers through Makoto's soft hair and pressing their lips together. Makoto's hips continued to rock, gently pressing their combined arousal together.

For a fleeting moment Makoto's thoughts went to protection, ready to tell Haruka about the condoms he kept in his wallet. A precaution he'd begun taking since he and Gou become intimate.

Gou.

Her name was like a bucket of cold water over his body, quickly killing the moment and filling him with guilt for what he was currently doing.

His eyes widened and he pushed his body to sit up again, Haruka forced to move to accommodate the shift. He wrapped his legs around Makoto's waist and took full advantage of their new position by grinding his hips down, his breath shortening at the sensation.

"Haru… Ah… We can't… Uh… Do this." Makoto managed to get out through his moans.

"Why not?" He asked, his hips finally ceasing their movements.

"You know why." He responded, letting his eyes drop down to the other boy's chest.

"Gou." Haruka sighed climbing off Makoto's lap and sitting opposite him on the bench.

"It wouldn't be fair to her." Makoto admitted, forcing himself to stand up and walk to the other side of the room, needing the space to gain back some of his self-control.

He leant his head against the wall. He knew he had to leave the room, get dressed and insist they went home but instead he found himself frozen, refusing to move any further away from Haruka.

He slowly turned around to look at the other boy again, instantly regretting it as soon as he had.

Makoto felt his throat turn dry as he took in the sight, Haruka casually sat cross legged on the bench, looking up at him with wide eyes, the lust and want apparent in the look. Makoto wanted nothing more than to race back to him, touch his body all over, leave marks of his love on the creamy white skin.

Haruka immediately noticed the flash in Makoto's eyes, understanding what he wanted, what his body craved. He unfolded his legs and pushed himself off the bench onto the floor, Makoto watching him curiously as he raised up onto all fours and slowly began moving towards him.

Makoto swallowed slowly as he watched his friend crawling towards him, noting how he looked unbelievably sexy illuminated in the moonlight as he got closer to him.

Once in front of the other boy he pushed himself back on his haunches, innocently looking up at Makoto from his position on the floor.

"Haru, please." He pleaded, knowing if he touched him he'd lose all control.

"Please, what?" He smirked, hand lifting up to gently grip Makoto's cock.

"Don't." He moaned as Haruka's hand began to softly pump his erection.

"Don't, what?" Makoto opened his mouth to protest but all that escaped was a moan when he felt a wet muscle lick his balls before a delicate mouth sucked.

"Uh… Haru!" He squeaked at the foreign sensation.

"Do you want me to stop?" He questioned, pulling back and looking up.

"No." Makoto breathed, his body tingling with anticipation as he watched Haruka's face coming closer to his crotch.

Haruka's tongue quickly nipped out, offering a quick lick on the tip of the cock in front of him, Makoto shivering at the contact.

"So what do you want me to do?" He asked, his breath cooling the wet tip, Makoto's hips almost bucking into his face in his eagerness.

"I… I want…" He trailed off, bringing an arm up to his face to cover the blush rising up onto his cheeks. The whole act was rendered pointless as the blush spread to his neck, very visible to the boy on his knees.

"Tell me what you want Makoto." He whispered, peppering kisses along his strong hips, his hand leisurely stroking the length of his shaft.

"I want Haru." He moaned, letting his arms drop slightly.

"I'm right here." He bit down on the flesh just below his belly button, Makoto yelping out in pleasure. "Tell me what to do."

"I… I can't." Makoto stuttered in embarrassment. For the one who was usually the more vocal of the two he was struggling to find his words.

"If you don't tell me how will I know what to do?" Haruka mocked, moving away slightly, lazily trailing his tongue down his cock as he went. "Don't be shy."

"Haru, please." He said, jerking as he felt Haruka lick the slit on his head.

"Please, what?" Haruka questioned, continuing his teasing by pulling away totally, both his hands and mouth.

"Please… Please will you…" Makoto looked down to see Haruka staring at him expectantly. He groaned slightly when he realised there was no way to avoid it any longer. "Suck me, please."

"See? That wasn't so hard was it?" Haruka smirked.

"Yes it was." He mumbled, glancing to the side to hide his embarrassment.

"I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you." He breathed, leaning back in quickly and taking the head of Makoto's cock in his mouth.

Makoto gasped at the sudden warmth enveloping him, his hips begging to thrust to get deeper but he held himself back, instead letting Haruka do his work.

Haruka hollowed out his cheeks and began to suck, feeling pride swell inside him as Makoto groaned loudly, only managing to get out incomplete words. He let his tongue swirl around the head, licking over each patch of skin that was inside his mouth.

In lust, Makoto's body reacted and thrust harshly into Haruka's mouth, the other boy having to pull away quickly to avoid getting choked.

"I'm sorry Haru!" Makoto cried out, almost dropping to his knees to check the other boy was alright.

"So eager Makoto." He scolded, pressing his hands down on his hips to hold him in place. "Didn't anyone ever tell you good things come to those who wait?"

"Yeah, I just can't control myself around Haru-chan." He confessed, threading his fingers through his jet, black hair.

Haruka had the words 'drop the chan' on his lips but as he felt his head being guided forward by the strong hands in his hair, he chose not to speak up and instead enjoyed this slightly controlling side of Makoto.

He opened his mouth wide and easily allowed Makoto to slip back inside, his head bobbing back and forth to take more each time, Makoto's grip on his hair tightening the deeper he got.

They set a pace together, Haruka slowly taking more and more of Makoto as he became accustomed to the size, until he felt his head hit the back of his throat. Haruka moaned at the sensation, vibrating against Makoto's cock and sending ripples of pleasure though his body.

Makoto felt the familiar clench and he knew he was close, looking down to see his cock quickly moving in and out of Haruka's mouth pushing him nearer to his release.

The hands that were once pulling him closer were now pushing him away, and despite how Haruka protested against the force he was weaker than the other boy. He was pushed away, letting Makoto's cock go with a wet pop until he was sat back on his knees.

"Why?" Haruka asked confused, wanting to finish what he's started, bring Makoto to the realms of ecstasy.

"If you continued I would have…" Makoto stopped, his breathing heavy, unable to bring himself to say the word cum. "Well you know, in your mouth."

"So? I want to taste Makoto." Haruka whispered, leaning closer to him and licking up and down the shaft, as if he were a sweet treat. "I bet you taste amazing."

"You don't have to." He groaned out shakily, his cock twitching helplessly.

"I want to."

Haruka quickly took his cock back inside his mouth, sucking as he bobbed back and forth to bring Makoto to his climax.

"Ah… Ha… Haru!" Makoto cried out, his hips shooting forward as he released harshly into Haruka's mouth, the other boy continuing his work until the very last drop, trying in earnest to swallow as much as he could, ignoring the hot seed slipping down his chin.

As Makoto tried to catch his breath he found his knees going weak, barely able to support his weight for much longer until he was slipping down the wall and landing in a heap in front of Haruka. His legs spread either on side of the other boy and Makoto was quickly pulling him closer, his hand lightly cupping his chin and moving until their gazes met, eyes both sparkling with affection.

"That was amazing." He sighed, kissing him deeply, tasting his own salty release on the other boy's lips. "You're amazing."

The pair kissed tenderly, slowly expressing the love between them as they pressed against each other, their skin tingling at the closeness they were experiencing.

"What about you?" Makoto asked between kisses, overly aware of the hard cock pressing into him with every touch.

"What about me?" Haruka unsurely echoed.

"What do you want me to do?" Makoto smirked, his eyes flashing with a newfound bout of confidence.

"Hmm, what do I want to do?" He questioned.

Haruka let his hand ghost across the other's chest and downwards, he skimmed past his spent cock until he reached his cheeks and gently pressed his fingers between them. Makoto gasped slightly as he felt Haruka's finger circling his entrance, never pushing himself inside just gently rubbing.

"Would that be okay?" He asked with a kiss against the other's neck, Makoto only being able to nod mutely in response.

Suddenly Haruka pulled away, pushing himself up and walking away. Makoto watched his back as he went, embarrassment seeping in as he sat on the floor, completely exposed.

"Haruka?" He called after him in uncertainty, was this his punishment? He knew he needed some form of reprimanding for all he'd done but more than anything he needed Haruka, he couldn't go on if he walked away.

"Don't you keep some lotion in here?" Haruka asked, looking for the cream Makoto slathered himself in after practice.

"Yeah, should be in my locker." Makoto stuttered, ashamed at his previous thoughts.

"Found it." Haruka called in triumph, before turning towards the other boy and walking back. "Did you really think I was going to leave?"

Makoto blushed at the question, momentarily forgetting that the other could read him just as easily as he could.

"Well, you didn't say anything." He offered lamely as Haruku kneeled in front of him.

"How could I leave when Makoto looks so good?" He asked, pulling Makoto into the space between his legs, the backs of his thighs resting on the tops of his.

Makoto swallowed loudly as he was manhandled into the perfect position, the rough control turning him on all over again. He listened to the squelch of the cream on Haruka's fingers, his hands working to warm it up before he moved to prep the other boy.

"You ready?" He asked, fingers lingering near his entrance.

"Ready." Makoto confirmed before he felt Haruka slip one finger inside him.

He gasped audibly at the foreign feeling, mild discomfort spreading through his insides.

"It gets better, I promise." Haruka smiled, thinking back to the last time they'd been in this position.

"Okay." Makoto managed to whisper as he felt another finger enter him, his body uncontrollably clenching at the intrusion.

"You need to relax Makoto." Haruka told him, lightly pressing a kiss against the inside of his knee. "I promise it will be worth it."

Makoto forced himself to take a deep breath, willing his body to relax. He wanted to do this, he wanted to feel Haruka, to satisfy him, to feel his pleasure releasing deep inside him. He focused on the love between them, on how they'd become one when Haruka entered him, how indescribable it would feel to be filled.

Haruka slipped in another finger and this time Makoto didn't clench up, instead he pushed his hips back, taking the fingers in further until the knuckles were pressed against his entrance, his digits stretching him which each roll of his hips.

"I'm ready Haru." Makoto moaned as he felt the fingers brush against the sensitive spot inside.

Haruka's slick fingers slipped out, and he gently rubbed himself to spread any excess cream onto his cock. He lined himself up with the entrance, pulling Makoto closer until only the tops of his shoulder and head still lay against the wall.

Slowly he pushed inside, moaning loudly at the feeling of Makoto's heat sheathing him, he paused once fully entered, waiting for confirmation.

Makoto nodded slightly and Haruka gently thrust out and back in, a soft sigh escaping both of them at the sensation, Makoto's eyes fluttered shut as his head rolled back slightly. Haruka didn't lie, it did get better.

Haruka found his body shuddering to a halt as he felt Makoto pulsing around him, the feeling of being caressed by someone he truly loved was overwhelming. He listened to Makoto's ragged breath and smiled, it was because of him, he created these feelings inside the other. He'd finally got everything he wanted, pure bliss soaked his entire body at the thought.

"It's okay, you can move." Makoto's voice brought him back to reality. "It doesn't hurt."

"Oh right." He stuttered, rolling his hips again and picking up his momentum.

"Ah!" Makoto cried out as Haruka found his sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body with every thrust.

Makoto desperately brought his hands up, placing them on the others arms and tightly grabbing down, leaving little red marks from where his nail dug in but it didn't deter Haruka. Instead it drove him further, wanting to make Makoto's whole body curl with pleasure, so he thrust harder and faster into the boy under him.

With each thrust, Makoto was mercilessly slammed against the wall but the boy didn't care, the slight pain mixed with the overflowing pleasure set his body on fire. He'd never felt this good in his life, all his mind could focus on was Haruka, blocking out the cold tiled floor he lay on, the slight scraps from the wall, the small twinge in his stomach from his current position. With Haruka slipping in and out of him he could withstand any amount of pain.

Grinding down into the other, Haruka watched as Makoto's arousal slapped against his stomach, moving himself so that only one arm supported his body while the other stroked in time to his pace. At the touch Makoto let out a deep, needy moan that echoed off the walls, Haruka's cock twitching at the sound.

His moans and cries never ceased, with each thrust and each stroke they seemed to get louder, while Haruka offered small breathy groans in return. Makoto was louder in their friendship and also louder in their love.

"Oh god Haru!" Makoto called out, his hips curling up into his touch, craving more from Haruka.

He pulled his hands away from the other's biceps and used them to prop his body up, hoping to reach the other boy's lips but instead he only managed to meet his chest. He glanced up to see if Haruka had noticed the change in position but his eyes were shut, mouth slightly open as whispers of the other's name tumbled from his lips, hair stuck to his slightly sweaty forehead. Makoto found himself smiling at the sight, Haruka was undeniably beautiful, he could watch him for hours. As corny as it sounded he gained pleasure from seeing Haruka pleasured, he just wished the whispers would be louder.

With a smirk he lunged forward, catching a nipple between his lips and sucking harshly.

"Uh!" Haruka cried out, his body jerking at the newfound pleasure.

Makoto felt himself twinge at the noise and nipped down on the nub with his teeth.

"Makoto!" Haruka screamed, his head falling forward to rest on the other boy's crown.

"Do you like that Haru?" He asked, letting his tongue flick across the nipple as he spoke.

"Oh… Yes." He breathed out, moaning loudly when Makoto switched sides and focused on the other nipple.

Haruka pressed his thumb down on the slit of Makoto's cock, causing a loud moan to escape from him. The sound rippling through his own chest from where the boy's lips sucked and teased his nipples. A gasp of pleasure of his own tumbled from his lips as a response.

Haruka felt himself hurtling towards his own release, all his sense filled to the brim with Makoto. The feel of his heat wrapped around him, pulsing with every moan that escaped his body, his soft lips trailing across his chest, his scent filling his nose from where it was buried deep in his hair, his arousal slick in his hand with lust for him.

All these sensations combined became too much for Haruka and he soon felt himself being thrown into his orgasm.

"Ma…Ko…To." He cried out brokenly as his hips shuddered and he released inside the other. Makoto moaning loudly as he felt the seed filling him.

Once he'd finished Haruka worked Makoto, increasing the speed at which he pumped his cock until he was screaming out his name and covering them both with his climax.

Only when he was done did Haruka allow himself to drop, lying on top of the other in a mix of sticky, breathless limbs.

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The pair were lying opposite each other, legs wrapped tangled together, chest pressed flushed, heartbeats finally calmed and in tune. They both needed to shower, both needed to get off the hard floor, both needed to wrap up from the slight nip in the air, yet both refused to move. Instead content to just lie in each other's arms, speak without words between chaste kisses.

"Haru." Makoto sighed, leaning into the hand that cupped his cheek. "I can't keep pretending what's happening between us is okay. I can't pretend that I'm not a cheater, that I'm not a horrible person."

"You're not, Makoto." Haruka comforted, but knew it fell on stubborn, guilty ears.

"We have to stop." He said, nuzzling further into the hand.

"I don't want to." Haruka admitted, letting his eyes flicker shut.

"Me neither."

Makoto leant in and kissed Haruka, the other boy gasping at the unexpected contact, giving Makoto the opportunity to slip his tongue out and into the other's mouth, exploring the wet cavern, committing the feeling of his lips, of his tongue, of his touch to memory as this would be one of their last kisses.

"I love you." Haruka whispered breathlessly.

"I love you too, but…" Makoto's sentence was cut short when Haruka pressed his finger against the other lip, shaking his head softly.

He didn't want to hear the rest, wouldn't be able to handle the words that would continue to flow from his lips. Makoto gently kissed the fingertip before pulling it away, tightly holding the digit in his palm.

"Until I tell Gou this stops, I can't keep doing this to her." He said, guilt flashing across his eyes.

Haruka blinked slowly at the other, taking in his shamed but earnest expression.

"Okay." He responded after a moment. "I understand." He tried to pull his finger away but the other boy tightened his grip.

"I will tell her soon." He promised, pressing another kiss against his lips.

"I thought we had to stop that." He smiled, repaying the kiss.

"Starting now." He laughed, pulling away after one last kiss.

The pair reluctantly disentangled their limbs, pushing their bodies up until they were stood facing each other, a very obvious foot gap between them.

"I think I need a shower after that." Haruka said, breaking the silence that had fallen on them.

"I'll wait out here." Makoto told him, forcing his eyes to remain on his face and never travel lower.

"You need one too." He instructed, pointing to Makoto's chest, soiled with dry cum.

"Hmm, you're right." He said, absentmindedly scratching at the substance. "I'll go after you."

"We used to shower together." Haruka crossed his arms, slightly annoyed.

"We used to be just friends as well." Makoto nervously laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'll be on my best behaviour." He assured, holding his hand out slightly to him in invitation.

"Haru." Makoto warned, more worried about his own behaviour and self-control than the shorter boy's.

"It will be a completely innocent shower, promise." He offered, the corners of his lips turning up ever so slightly.

"Fine." He sighed, reaching out and taking Haruka's hand.

"Then afterwards you can give me a rub down." He teased, walking towards the showers at the end of the room.

"Haru!" Makoto whined, letting the Haruka pull him under the spray and into his arms.

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