A/N: This is unabashedly smut. Have fun, pals.
Daisuke Motomiya wasn't known to be a particularly observant person. Others told him he could be "oblivious" on many occasions, that he was unaware or clueless of the world around him. This was how people on the outside viewed him, and he was generally okay with letting them think whatever they wanted about him. But in reality, his daily life was a mix of paying attention to some things and ignoring others, just like anyone else. Daisuke liked to pick and choose what to focus on, and he felt like what he did give his attention to was incredibly worthwhile.
And tonight, Daisuke's attention was on, well, other people's attention. Specifically that of Takeru Takaishi. He had been watching Takeru watch him all evening. The surreptitious glances began when Daisuke first stepped into their private karaoke room and greeted everyone with that classic, bright Daisuke smile his friends loved so much. But something felt different when he briefly locked eyes with his blond friend. Almost like Takeru was intrigued by something. At first they were just curious glances, not full-on staring, but it was obvious he wanted to stare when Daisuke performed his most enthusiastic rendition of "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen.
He chose the song on purpose, to test the waters. He had not initially been sure if any of his friends fully understood the English lyrics. He dipped his toe further in the water by casually winking at Takeru as he sang:
"I wanna make a supersonic man out of you!"
And then Daisuke knew he had been correct in choosing this song. Apparently Takeru did know what the English words meant. His friend drew a sharp breath and swallowed, then refused to look at him for the remainder of the song, his eyes fixed very intently on a painting hanging on the wall. There was color in his cheeks though, plain as day.
Oh yeah, Takeru Takaishi was into him.
God only knows why the guy suddenly decided Daisuke was a person worthy of his interest. Daisuke didn't even know Takeru liked men before tonight. That fact, of course, had him second guessing himself a little. Like maybe Daisuke was overreacting and there was a perfectly normal reason for those ocean blue eyes to flicker over to him every few minutes. Maybe there was a normal reason for Takeru licking his lips every time Daisuke licked his own.
Though technically, attraction was also a normal reason.
When they'd all had quite a few drinks between them, Takeru stopped being sneaky about his glances and started openly following him around the room with his eyes as Daisuke sang more songs and danced with Miyako and Hikari. He decided to taunt his friend a little by singing another song in English— "Take Me Out" by Franz Ferdinand.
"So if you're lonely, you know I'm here waiting for you. I'm just a crosshair, I'm just a shot away from you."
He winked at Takeru again, this time receiving a heated, almost lustful once-over from across the room. Daisuke wanted Takeru to make the first move. The song was a metaphor— authors loved those kinds of things, didn't they?
Iori left early around 8:30— he was still in law school after all. As the night drew to a close with Miyako getting fabulously drunk and needing both Ken and Hikari to help her get home, Daisuke wondered if he would be going home with anyone, for an entirely different reason. He also kinda wondered if the others had left him alone with Takeru on purpose. Because as unobservant as Daisuke could sometimes be, Ken and Hikari were the opposite. And they both knew Daisuke was single, swung both ways, and would be totally down for something happening tonight.
"And then there were two."
Takeru smiled at him and nodded.
Daisuke decided he would order one final drink for the evening, and let Takeru take the lead. When his friend ordered another drink as well, he knew it was shaping up to be an interesting night.
"Rough week?" Daisuke asked.
Takeru considered Daisuke curiously. "Hm?"
"I was just wondering if you had a difficult week. You know, since you're still sitting here drinking."
His friend hummed in thought. "Honestly? I just don't want to leave yet."
Daisuke had been sort of banking on Takeru wanting to leave with him, so that wasn't really what he wanted to hear.
"Why's that?"
Takeru gestured vaguely, trying to break through the buzz of alcohol. "Because if I leave, I'm going back to the real world."
Daisuke furrowed his brows in confused. "Huh? Isn't this karaoke bar in the real world?"
"I meant metaphorically."
Daisuke snapped his fingers. "You writers, man. I knew you liked metaphors. So what I'm guessing is that you view your time with us as something similar to being in the Digital World?"
"That's not far off, I guess," Takeru said with a sigh. "Maybe I'm just sick of what I'm doing in the real world, you know? I dread writing my novel sometimes. It takes a lot out of me emotionally and mentally, and it can be draining."
Daisuke nodded in understanding, though he didn't really have the same sort of life that Takeru had. Most days at the restaurant were busy, but they certainly didn't drain him emotionally. If anything, Daisuke felt a little pent up and restless during his time off. It was why he was starving for anything to happen tonight.
"You know what I think?" Daisuke tapped a finger on his temple.
"Oh this ought to be good." Takeru rested his chin on his hands, gazing interestedly at Daisuke. Their legs brushed under the table. "What do you think?"
"I think you just need to fill your work time with good memories."
"Oh yeah? And how do you propose I do that?"
"I could come over and help you, if you wanted." Daisuke ran a finger down the condensation on his beer bottle. Takeru's eyebrows rose as he watched him. "Maybe even tonight, since you don't want the night to end, right?"
"Oh? You'd do that?"
"Obviously I'm familiar with what you're writing about," Daisuke noted. "So maybe I can help you describe the sunsets in the Digital World or something."
A smile played at the corners of Takeru's lips. "Or something."
Takeru sounded a little breathless. Which was good. It meant his mind was going to the right place. That maybe "something" meant a little bit more than just novel writing. Takeru took a long pull from his beer. Daisuke watched the rim of the bottle enter his mouth, then just a little bit of the neck. His Adam's apple rose and fell as he drank the liquid, Daisuke breathing in time with each sip.
Oh hell yeah.
He almost moaned out loud when Takeru's tongue casually swept across the top of the bottle before he set it back down on the table. Was he doing this on purpose? Who could say. But if he did it again, Daisuke would probably need to excuse himself.
He took a brief moment to look over Takeru, really studying him closely. The guy was definitely good-looking. Maybe not as charming as Daisuke, but he dressed well, if you didn't count the stupid hats. Daisuke would be lying to himself if he said he never checked Takeru out. The assumption had always been that he was off the table, but tonight Daisuke's mind was whirring with all the possibilities.
Daisuke looked away right as Takeru noticed him watching, giving him a taste of his own medicine from earlier in the night. Those darting blue eyes helped Daisuke catch on to Takeru's interest, so he hoped it would work the other way too.
"Daisuke?"
He blinked away his previous thoughts at the sound of Takeru's voice.
"Huh?"
"You look like you're falling asleep."
That was the opposite of what was happening to Daisuke's body, but to be fair to Takeru, Daisuke probably looked like his eyes had glassed over as he let his mind run away with him.
"You sure you're up for helping me with my writing?"
Daisuke's tongue darted out to wet his lips. "Oh I'm up alright."
A short pause passed between them.
"Er, I mean… up for it. For the writing help," Daisuke corrected himself.
"Hmm, okay."
As Takeru stood up to leave, Daisuke could swear he saw a flush on his friend's cheeks.
Daisuke followed Takeru out into the chilly November air. Takeru's apartment was thankfully located only a few blocks away from the karaoke bar. They made idle small talk about novel writing and the Digital World for most of the trip, but Daisuke found he couldn't keep focus on what Takeru was saying.
His nerves buzzed with excitement— he could feel it spread from his chest to his fingertips, and of course down a little bit lower as well. The cold air had calmed Daisuke down a little bit, but it probably wouldn't take much effort to amp himself back up.
Would they have sex tonight? Would he get to see Takeru underneath him, sprawled out on a bed moaning his name? Or would Daisuke be the one looking up into darkened blue eyes as Takeru thrust into him over and over and…
Daisuke swallowed the saliva that was filling his mouth. Maybe they would just kiss tonight. He'd be okay with that— he wasn't in any rush. Daisuke happened to love kissing— it would add a hint of romance to their evening and maybe it would help him discover just what Takeru was feeling for him.
Takeru's apartment was on the twelfth floor, and after walking in the brisk air for fifteen minutes, neither of them were in the mood to climb multiple flights of stairs. They opted to take the elevator, and in contrast to the distance they put between them while walking outside, Daisuke found himself wanting to encroach on Takeru's space as they slowly rose ten flights.
So he moved toward the railing at the back of the elevator and leaned over until he bumped shoulders with Takeru.
"What's up?" Takeru asked quietly.
"Nothing. It's cold."
"You should have worn a coat."
Daisuke huffed. "I hate coats. I'm always too hot in them."
"…too hot without them too…" Takeru mumbled under his breath.
"Huh?"
"Hm? I didn't say anything."
Even over the loud rumble of the elevator, Daisuke heard him pretty well. And he had a sneaking suspicion Takeru wanted him to. His blue eyes kept darting back and forth from the elevator door to Daisuke. It was possible, Daisuke thought, that Takeru was thinking about pressing him up against the wall and kissing him until he wasn't cold anymore. Because that sure as hell was what Daisuke was thinking about.
Daisuke maneuvered himself around until he was facing Takeru, the tips of their shoes touching. Takeru was a good bit taller than Daisuke— the bastard— so he was forced to tilt his chin up in order to look into the other man's eyes. There was a spark of curious interest amidst that lively blue color.
Takeru drew a deep breath and chuckled. "Is this warming you up?"
"Maybe. I haven't decided yet."
Daisuke waited a few beats, then his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Takeru closed his eyes. Their noses brushed and Daisuke felt the brim of Takeru's hat bump his forehead. His heart jumped in anticipation. And then…
The ding of the elevator startled them both. Daisuke turned around and watched the door open on the twelfth floor, his pulse racing, but neither of them made any attempt to move toward it.
Takeru visibly swallowed.
"This is my floor."
"…it sure is." Why oh why couldn't Takeru live on the highest floor of the building?
"Do you wanna get me off?" his friend asked.
"Huh?"
"The elevator. Do you want to get off the elevator?"
He could have sworn he heard something different.
Daisuke followed Takeru out of the elevator and down a hallway toward his friend's apartment. He felt like he was robbed of an excellent first kiss, but Daisuke would not be defeated so easily. Now he absolutely knew without a doubt that Takeru was interested in him. He grinned to himself as he watched Takeru walk from behind. He cut a pretty nice figure, even with a jacket on. His mind ran away with him as he imagined slipping his hands into the back pocket of Takeru's jeans as they made out.
Thinking about Takeru Takaishi in this way was new and exciting to Daisuke. In the almost 15 years they'd known each other, Daisuke couldn't remember a single time when he was alone with him for longer than a few minutes.
The one thing he'd always known about Takeru was the guy's calm demeanor— his cool kid attitude that seemed so level-headed compared to Daisuke's natural fire. Daisuke wanted to completely upend that whole disposition. He wanted to see Takeru whining and shaking and begging to be fucked. Or alternatively, he wanted to see white-hot blue flames in those eyes as he manhandled Daisuke and pushed him into a mattress or a wall or a refrigerator or anything really.
Daisuke shivered in anticipation. Then he looked up to see that Takeru had stopped in front of an apartment door and was shooting him a perplexed look.
"You can't still be cold in here. This building has pretty good temperature control."
Daisuke wagged a finger at him. "Must be your chilly personality, man."
"Pfft, yeah right. I'm a delight to be around."
Takeru was delightful, honestly. Daisuke just wanted to see what buttons he could push.
"I hope you're prepared to warm me up, then."
His friend set a hand on his hip and cocked his head to the side, though his lips were curling into a smile. "The onus is on me to keep Daisuke warm, huh?"
Once inside, Takeru removed his jacket and beanie, and smoothed down his messy hair. Those blond locks were long these days— covering the back of his neck but not quite reaching his shoulders. It looked good on him. Why had Daisuke never noticed how good Takeru's hair looked?
Oh that's right, because he's always covering it with a stupid hat.
They greeted Patamon who was watching TV in the living room. The Digimon thankfully, though suspiciously, didn't fly over to join them. It was almost like he knew something was going on that he didn't need to be a part of. Daisuke usually tipped off V-mon before he brought someone home, and if that's what Takeru had done… that almost certainly meant they were headed in a sexy direction tonight.
But a moment later, Daisuke was completely thrown off. He followed Takeru into definitely not a bedroom. It really was an office, with a desk, a laptop, a chair, and a bookshelf. Takeru took an excruciatingly long time picking up stacks of papers and slipping them into desk drawers. By the time he put away his laptop in the top drawer, Daisuke was hopping restlessly on the balls of his feet.
"You're done already? Quickest writing session in history."
Their gazes locked for ten long seconds. Then those blue eyes slid down to Daisuke's lips.
"Hmm I guess I must have writer's block."
Daisuke grinned in what he hoped conveyed all the naughty thoughts that were going through his head right now. "You need some inspiration, huh?"
He looked around the room. The desk next to Daisuke was long, and with the laptop and most of the papers gone, an idea sparked in his head. Daisuke lifted himself up and perched on the edge of the desk, facing Takeru. He spread his legs out a bit, you know, just for fun. And, just as he anticipated, Takeru moved closer to stand between them.
As if a switch flipped the moment Daisuke's ass touched the desk, that ocean blue gaze turned lustful. Daisuke shifted anxiously until Takeru's hands splayed out across his thighs to hold him still.
"I've been waiting for this all night, dude," Daisuke whined.
Takeru shook his head and rolled his eyes. "If you've only been waiting a few hours, I'm afraid I've got you beat."
"Wha—"
Daisuke didn't have time to question what his friend meant by that statement, because a pair of lips were pressed against his.
Finally, finally.
His lips were soft, and Daisuke wasted no time in pulling them closer together to deepen the kiss. A pleasant noise escaped from Takeru's throat, his hand sliding up to tangle itself in Daisuke's cinnamon hair. He had not expected kissing Takeru to fill his chest with such a needy ache, but apparently that's where he was right now. Affection for Takeru swirled in his chest with every swipe of the tongue, every happy sigh, every gentle brush of fingers through his hair.
Oh I like him.
Daisuke nipped at his friend's bottom lip and pulled back, holding this new realization deep in his chest like a little flame. "Did that inspire you?"
"Depends. Am I supposed to be writing a chapter about kissing my fearless leader?"
Daisuke leaned in and pressed a quick, chaste kiss to Takeru's lips. "Digimon Adventures, the Not Safe For Work Edition, by Takeru Takaishi."
"I'm not putting my name on that one."
"By T. T. Hatterson. Dedicated to the best I've ever had."
Takuru shook his head and snorted. "Oh now you're just being ridiculous."
Daisuke swallowed Takeru's laugh in another kiss that started eager and only grew. Takeru's chuckle turned into a gasp, and then a groan when Daisuke slid his tongue into the other man's mouth. The kiss was deep and dirty, and only broke when Daisuke remembered he needed to breathe. Before long they were both groaning and panting into each other's mouths.
He felt a hand stroke the bulge in his pants. Daisuke involuntarily arched up into Takeru's palm.
"Oh, are we finally doing this?" Daisuke's voice sounded a little strained as he spoke.
"Yeah, if you're cool with that?"
"Totally. But uhh…"
Daisuke gestured to the other side of the desk where Takeru's laptop had been, and where a few notebooks were still stacked neatly in the corner.
"You sure you want to do this in here? Don't you work here?"
To his surprise, Takeru's face turned scarlet and he looked away from Daisuke.
"Yeah. I do."
"…"
"…"
A teasing grin spread across Daisuke's face. "It's a kink thing, isn't it. You want someone to ravish you right on this desk, huh?"
The corners of Takeru's lips twitched and he turned his attention back to his friend. "Ravish me? Hmmm I don't think so."
Not a moment later, Daisuke's shirt was being pulled over his head. Blue eyes roamed his torso, dark with interest. It made Daisuke squirm a little from his seat on the edge of the desk. He knew that at this angle— in a sitting position— the slight roll of his tummy was a little more prominent.
Staying as fit as he was as a kid was hard these days, though if he truly regretted not working out, he would have done something about it. The few extra pounds he carried didn't normally bother him when he was with partners, but partners usually didn't scrutinize him as closely as Takeru was right now.
And the guy was still looking at him, so Daisuke voiced his concerns.
"I hope you didn't expect me to have a six pack… or whatever."
Instead of answering that with any sort of comment, Takeru lowered himself until he was kneeling on the carpet between his friend's legs. Daisuke's heart jumped. Wordlessly, he watched as his friend's head leaned forward and bit the soft roll of skin near his belly button.
Well that answers that, I guess.
Takeru's teeth grazed over the padded skin on Daisuke's hip. His dick twitched in his pants at the sudden, sharp feeling. His friend pulled back and licked his lips, then warm hands grasped Daisuke's legs and began to slowly open them. Daisuke found himself straining against his zipper.
Takeru chuckled deeply. "Didn't take long to get you in this position."
"You kidding?" Daisuke groaned incredulously. "I've been hard for you all damn night. And…"
His eyes slid downward. It was difficult to see from this angle, especially coupled with the dark color of Takeru's jeans, but he could just barely make out a matching bulge in Takeru's crotch.
"You're one to talk, dude."
Instead of giving that comment any sort of response, Takeru dug his thumbs hard into Daisuke's inner thighs. Daisuke was kicking himself for choosing jeans over something more lightweight. Leave it to cold weather to be, well, cold.
And then Takeru paused, looked up, and just stared at him through his eyelashes. They were both breathing a little faster than usual, which meant Takeru was just as into this as Daisuke was.
Daisuke closed his eyes and swallowed. A second later he heard— and felt— the zipper sliding down. Takeru flicked open the button of Daisuke's jeans, which had been digging angrily into his belly. He groaned with relief.
"This is quite a view from down here," Takeru breathed.
"I am still straight up baffled by you wanting…" He couldn't finish the sentence.
"Wanting you?" The warm, seductive smile that played on Takeru's lips, which were extremely close to his dick, made Daisuke shiver with need. "Daisuke, you haven't been paying attention."
His words were soft, but his hot breath came out in puffs against Daisuke's underwear. Takeru let his nose brush against the fabric covering his friend's cock. Daisuke couldn't suppress the impatient little whine that came from the back of his throat.
"H-huh? What do you mean? I pay attention to loads of stuff."
With one hand still gripping the edge of the desk, Daisuke gently carded his fingers through Takeru's blond locks. Takeru leaned, catlike, into his friend's caress.
"I feel like you really don't though. Because tonight wasn't the first time I was watching you,' Takeru said, then pressed his lips to the soft roll of Daisuke's stomach. "It's just the first time you noticed."
Daisuke tried his best to stay focused on the conversation, but it was getting harder and harder to do so "Are you… for real?" his voice came out like a whine, but the question was genuine.
"Daisuke, I've been into you since… I dunno, last spring?"
"Whaaaaat?" His mouth fell open. "Are you saying I could've had you half a year ago?"
"If you weren't oblivious, yeah."
Daisuke pouted. "I'm not oblivious! I just—"
Takeru's pressed more kisses along Daisuke's tummy, then, to Daisuke's surprised delight, began sucking on the plush skin at his navel. He jolted at the ticklish feeling, causing him to accidentally pull Takeru's hair. A soft, low moan escaped both of their mouths.
When Takeru pulled away and gazed back up into Daisuke eyes, Daisuke noticed that his friend's cheeks, neck, and the tips of his ears were pink.
"Wow… I guess you really like me, huh?"
Takeru groaned. "I'm so so attracted to you Daisuke. But do we need to have this conversation now? Why don't you let me show you." Their eyes locked, and oh god did Takeru look amazing staring up at Daisuke with his mouth partially open, ready to get down to business.
"You got it, man."
Irritatingly, Daisuke needed to temporarily stand up in order to properly tug down his jeans and underwear. But Takeru stopped him from removing them completely, letting his pants sit just below the knee.
"You're not gonna be able to get my legs fully apart this way."
Takeru grinned. "Oh I think I'll manage."
"If you tear a hole in my pants trying to spread my legs I swear you're paying for a new pair."
The other man grabbed at Daisuke's bare hips and pinched. Daisuke jerked forward.
"Can I buy you atighter pair?" Takeru's voice sounded deep and a little strained.
"You can buy me whatever you want, dude. If I bust out of them, that's on you."
Takeru's knees buckled and he had to grab onto Daisuke's shoulder to steady himself. So apparently Takeru liked sex at least partially clothed? Interesting. Daisuke wrapped his arms around his friend's back and then slowly slid his hands down until he groped two handfuls of Takeru's ass.
"Next time how about we play strip poker?" Daisuke joked.
That earned him a chuckle. "I'm glad you're already suggesting there's going to be a next time."
"I mean, duh. Now that I've noticed you noticing me, there's no way I'll be able to stop thinking about you."
Because Takeru's crotch was right there, Daisuke brushed over the bulge in Takeru's pants with his thumb. Not a second later, he found a hand clasped tightly around his wrist.
"Not yet. It's all about you first, got it?"
Daisuke let out a shaky breath. He wasn't going to say no to that.
"Yes sir."
Suddenly Takeru grabbed his shoulders and pushed Daisuke hard into the desk behind him. The edge of the desk hit the wall with a loud thud. The dull pain in his back from being manhandled just caused the flame of affection in Daisuke's chest to double in size.
"Oh Takeru, you're not getting your security deposit back now."
Wordlessly, unbelievably, Takeru slipped his fingers into Daisuke's armpits and lifted him back up onto the desk. Daisuke squirmed with anticipation as Takeru dropped to his knees again. Takeru said the focus was going to be on Daisuke's pleasure, but he had a sneaking suspicion everything the other man did was according to his own plan— that whatever his friend had prepared was going to arouse them both.
Takeru's gaze fell to Daisuke's fully erect cock. He audibly swallowed, which meant, Daisuke realized with a jolt of pleasure, Takeru's mouth must have been watering for him.
"Don't swallow too much of that saliva, dude. You're gonna need it."
Daisuke yelped when his friend responded with a sharp bite to his inner thigh.
Takeru pressed his thumbs into Daisuke's skin and pushed his legs apart. Daisuke's eyes almost rolled back into his head when the other man's mouth finally closed around the head of his dick. It was like he was watching everything play out in slow motion, as that blond head bobbed gently up and down, trying to get a good rhythm going.
When Takeru's tongue slid up the underside of Daisuke's erection until those naughty teeth grazed his shaft, Daisuke reached down and threaded his fingers into Takeru's hair. Almost immediately, the other man withdrew, letting Daisuke's cock drop out of his mouth.
Oh shit, did I do something wrong?
"Pull it," Takeru gasped.
"What?"
"My hair, Daisuke. Please."
Takeru sounded absolutely ravenous. Daisuke bit his lip. So apparently he had just done something very right. "Oh my god... please don't tell me you're growing it out for kinky reasons?"
I knew it. I knew he was sucking me off first on purpose. He's got some fetishes.
"Man, I am learning a lot about you today. Takeru's into office sex and hair pulling and clothes and… my belly, I guess?"
"Daisuke…" Takeru laughed a little hysterically. "I'm trying to suck you off. Why are you talking so much?"
That did nothing to answer Daisuke's questions. But the urgency in Takeru's voice was completely contradicted by the mirth in his eyes. "Okay, okay. You got it."
Takeru carefully took Daisuke into his mouth again. Just as he began swirling his tongue along the shaft, Daisuke buried the fingers of both of his hands into Takeru's hair and tugged. He could feel Takeru's guttural moan. Once his friend was done sucking him off, Takeru would definitely need some help of his own.
It might not happen tonight, but Daisuke imagined himself on a bed with Takeru under him, the other man writhing and whining as he yanked at his hair. It truly was the perfect length for pulling. There was absolutely no denying it was a fetish. The vision almost sent Daisuke over the edge— he really needed to be paying attention to what was going on right now.
After squeezing his fingers together and giving those blond locks one last semi-forceful tug, Daisuke relaxed his hands and began caressing his friend's scalp as his head bobbed up and down. From Daisuke's vantage point, it was impossible to see if Takeru was still straining against his jeans. He wished he could see it.
And that wish was miraculously granted a moment later. Takeru slowly dragged his lips and tongue down Daisuke's cock until he pulled away completely. Daisuke hissed at the sudden lack of pressure on his erection. But none of that mattered once he saw what Takeru was planning to do.
Takeru quickly undid his own zipper and plunged a hand down into his own pants. And as hot as it would have been to watch his friend get off, it was downright tantalizing to watch Takeru do it himself.
With one hand down the front of his pants and the other firmly gripping Daisuke's thigh, Takeru took him into his mouth for a third time. He did it with excruciating slowness, letting his lips gently graze over the tip. Daisuke was positively shaking with need. When Takeru finally had a good few inches fully down his throat, he spread Daisuke's legs as wide as they could go, drew in a sharp breath through his nose, then quickly swallowed the rest of Daisuke's cock.
Daisuke's hips bucked of their own volition, impossibly pushing more of himself into Takeru. The other man stalled for a second and groaned, then began to pull back and take him in again and again at a slow rhythm, letting his tongue swirl across the underside of his friend's shaft as he did so. Daisuke's toes curled. As pleasure built, climbing higher and higher toward release with each slow, gentle lick, he started kicking the leg of the desk with his heel.
He squeezed his eyes shut and saw stars. Daisuke was very, very close. When he opened them back up, his vision blurred. Daisuke could just barely make out Takeru's arm moving as he stroked himself in time with his slow, sucking movements.
Daisuke's hips bucked again and then suddenly, Takeru's mouth was gone. He let out a strangled cry at its sudden disappearance, and looked down in confusion. And Takeru was just fucking staring at him, mouth open and panting, with a torturously erotic half-lidded expression, his lips shining with saliva and precum.
"You trying to… to kill me Takaishi?" Daisuke croaked out, his voice hoarse with hunger. But before he could ask what the fuck was going on, a pair of lips were back around head of his dick.
"Oh you're… playing that game. God… damnit…"
Takeru grinned against Daisuke's leg. "How are you still talking right now?"
"Holding a conversation… during sex… is feat few people… can achieve."
"Is that right? Well I predict you're about to lose that ability."
As he spoke, his breath came out in hot puffs against Daisuke's dick. This blond asshole was trying to fucking end him. When he did the same thing a few minutes later, pulling back after Daisuke had almost reached his climax again, he needed to remind himself that the end result would be worth it.
After the third time of rocketing toward the finish line and being denied again, Daisuke couldn't handle it anymore. He watched in delirious frustration as Takeru leaned back and closed his eyes as he continued to jerk himself off. Daisuke's entire body was on fire and his legs shook restlessly. Through his feverish haze, a little pinprick of realization poked through to the front of Daisuke's brain.
He wants me to force it out of him. He wants me to fucking make him make me come.
The moment Takeru took him in his mouth for what seemed like the hundredth time, Daisuke immediately took action. He grabbed fistfuls of Takeru's stupid blond hair and held his head in place. The moan that escaped from Takeru's throat was to die for. It was muffled by Daisuke's cock, but he felt the vibration of it all over his body.
And then, as if it was his friend's plan all along, Daisuke was suddenly in charge of the rhythm. Daisuke was the one pulling and pushing Takeru's head in and out. Each ebb and flow of Takeru's tongue was another thrill of ecstasy coursing through the other man's body.
Daisuke was breathing fast now. His aching cock became engulfed in the heat of his friend's mouth over and over and…
"Takeru…"
Finally, finally Daisuke spilled over the edge. Pleasure washed over him from his scalp down to the tips of his toes. He was vaguely aware of his own loud moan echoing off the walls of the office, but his attention was set firmly on Takeru. The other man sucked and swallowed him down as best as he could, but when he pulled back, quite a bit of Daisuke's cum dribbled down his chin.
Daisuke's heart stopped at the sight before him. Takeru Takaishi, always the smooth cool kid with the chillest attitude possible, was red faced and kneeling in front of Daisuke, looking delirious, panting and licking cum off his lips. If he wasn't so spent, the sight of it would've turned Daisuke on.
Takeru was still hard. His erection bulged alluringly in his underwear, through the undone zipper. He must have temporarily stopped stroking himself to drink Daisuke down.
Well we can't have that, now.
Daisuke pushed himself off the edge of the desk. His legs wobbled dangerously as he got to his feet. When he almost tripped over his own partially pulled-down jeans, he chuckled.
"I know you're into sex with clothes on, but I'm taking my pants off for this, dude."
"Hnnn… Daisuke…"
Takeru's ocean blue eyes were blown wide with need as Daisuke maneuvered himself out of his jeans and slowly walked around until he was standing behind Takeru. He licked his hand until it was slick with saliva. Then carefully, slowly, wanting to savor every second of Takeru losing himself for Daisuke, he reached around and slipped his fingers under the waistband of his friend's underwear. Takeru flinched a little at what must have been a ticklish feeling, but got used to it pretty quickly as Daisuke's hand plunged lower.
When he finally had his hand wrapped around the other man's dick, the strangled whine that escaped Takeru told him that his friend was almost there.
Too bad…
He would've loved to play that little edging game and give him a taste of his own medicine. But he still shivered at the idea that Takeru could be this turned on by sucking him off.
Takeru couldn't see the gleam in Daisuke's eyes. Maybe he could still play with him just a little.
Because Takeru was mostly clothed, Daisuke only had clear access to a select few patches of bare skin. The most tantalizing was the section between his jaw and collarbone. So Daisuke opened his mouth, pressed it to Takeru's neck, and began to suck. His friend's head rolled back, exposing more of his throat.
Daisuke got to work leaving a trail of kisses up and down Takeru's neck, collarbone, shoulder. He took a chance and nibbled at his ear, eliciting a gasp from the other man. Meanwhile, Daisuke's hand stroked Takeru's cock over and over, letting precum mix with the saliva on his hand. He thumbed at the head and then reached further down to squeeze Takeru's balls.
"Fuck, Daisuke…"
He'd honest to god never heard Takeru say "fuck" before. It roused something deep inside Daisuke and made his previously spent dick twitch. When he pulled his hand back out to spit into it again, Takeru arched backwards and hissed. He was starting to shake feverishly.
"Talk to me, blondie. What are you feeling?"
"Can't… talk."
"Yes you can. What do you want?"
"Bite…"
"What's that? Can't hear you, dude."
Takeru whined. "Bite me."
Daisuke's lips curled into a wicked grin against Takeru's jaw.
"I'm thinking you mean literally and not uhh figuratively?"
"Daisuke…" Takeru warned.
"Okay, okay, just checking! You literature types are always saying things metaphorically."
He continued to mouth at Takeru's neck as he spoke words into his friend's hot skin. And then, since Takeru had asked so nicely, he bore his teeth and bit down at the skin just above his collarbone.
"AH!" Takeru cried out in desperate pleasure, and Daisuke was positive he was about to climax. But a few seconds later when Takeru was still fully hard in Daisuke's hand, he knew he needed to play just a little dirtier.
"Hmm you're not there yet? I really wanted you to come for me."
Takeru responded with an unintelligible mumble. Daisuke took his free hand and ran it up underneath Takeru's shirt.
"You always dress so well. Everything matching, everything stylish." Daisuke peppered a needy kiss to Takeru's jaw in between every sentence. "But I know what you really want. Now that I know exactly how kinky you are."
Another strangled noise. Daisuke starting pumping Takeru's dick faster.
"You want to see cum all over yourself. You want to spill out all over both of us until you can't see straight. You want this place filthy with cum so you can think about it every time you're working."
Takeru sucked in a sharp breath. "Talking… always with the… talking… Daisuke, you…"
With a flick of Daisuke's wrist and stroke of his thumb, Takeru's whole body twitched and his stomach muscles clenched. Daisuke gave the side of his neck one last nip before the other man was cascading over the edge, coming into his friend's hand and out into his underwear. He shouted again, his rough voice ringing in Daisuke's ears.
"There we go," Daisuke whispered into Takeru's neck.
Nothing, absolutely nothing in the whole world, could compare to how erotic it was to watch Takeru lose himself. Daisuke almost wished he could have seen it from a better angle— maybe from his previous spot perched on the desk. But the way they'd just done it was infinitely better. Not only could he watch Takeru from up close, but he could feel the other man's release.
Daisuke pressed one final, soft kiss into Takeru's jaw, darting his tongue out gently to taste a hint of sweat. Then he slowly, carefully slipped his hand out of his friend's underwear as Takeru recovered from his high.
But Daisuke wasn't done yet. The salty taste of Takeru's skin gave him an idea. He moved around until he was standing directly in front of his friend, very reminiscent of their position in the elevator from earlier in the night.
"Watch me now."
Takeru's pupils were dilated and he looked like his legs were about to give out any second. But still he watched with those fascinated blue eyes as Daisuke brought his hand up to his mouth and slowly, languidly swiped his tongue across his palm. Daisuke licked until his mouth was filled with the taste of Takeru's cum. And Takeru surveyed him greedily the whole time, just like he was told.
"I bet you wish you'd let me pull your pants down. We could've had this on more places than just my hand."
"Oh my god, Daisuke," Takeru groaned. He shook his head and grinned. "I can't decide if what you're saying is hot or funny."
Daisuke snapped his fingers. "You don't have to choose! That's just me, baby— hot and funny all at once."
The other man ran a hand through his hair, damp with sweat, and chuckled. "I guess I've always know that about you."
Takeru's fond smile shot Daisuke right in the heart. That affection-filled flame in his chest was a full on raging campfire now. He wanted to have Takeru all over again, preferably in a bedroom.
"What's up?" Takeru asked curiously. "You're looking at me with the weirdest expression."
Daisuke drew a breath through his nose and sighed. "Just thinking about how I don't want tonight to end."
To his surprise, though maybe it shouldn't have been surprising, Takeru pulled him close and whispered in his ear: "That's my line."
"Mmmm, oh yeah?"
"I need to fill all my time with good memories. Not just my work time, right?" The hot breath tickling Daisuke's ear made him shudder. "I want tofill you with good memories too."
And that line made Daisuke's knees buckle.
Takeru grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the door, out into the hallway and finally into a bedroom. Daisuke's heart was alight with happiness. They both snorted with laughter when Daisuke almost tripped on a discarded hat on the floor.
"Your damn clothes, Takaishi. What the hell."
After several long minutes of making out against the wall of Takeru's bedroom, it didn't take long for Daisuke to feel hungry again, craving to be filled with those "memories". And those clothes eventually did come off in time for round two. Albeit very slowly, as Takeru was intent on putting on a show for his friend.
His lover. They were still friends, but Daisuke would toss around that new word until it stuck. That night wouldn't be the last time Takeru and Daisuke came together in the figurative and literal sense.
It would take time to navigate their way into some semblance of a relationship. Daisuke would come over some nights and cook for Takeru as he read parts of his novel drafts aloud. Takeru would visit Daisuke's restaurant and flirt with him until his shift ended. They made out in Takeru's apartment's elevator at 1 in the morning. Takeru's hand rubbed circles into Daisuke's thigh for hours as they watched TV with Patamon and V-mon. Daisuke fucked him hard until Takeru came all over that precious desk of his. Daisuke ended up with dozens of sensitive bite marks on his belly. They danced in the kitchen until their food grew cold.
Takeru still found his work to be mentally draining sometimes, and Daisuke still returned home from the restaurant feeling restless. So they filled all those stressful and stagnant crevices of their lives with good memories, as best as they could.
And Takeru never stopped watching him. Sometimes out of the corner of his eye from a stool at the ramen bar, sometimes full on staring as he hovered over Daisuke during sex. Daisuke's skin tingled every time those ocean blue eyes surveyed his body appreciatively, because the pleasure that usually followed was unforgettable.
A/N: This was the first smut I've ever written. Hopefully you enjoyed it! Let me know what you thought please!