The stars had lit a path for them as they stumbled back into Daisuke's apartment. Sweat still clung to their skin from their prolonged soccer matches, but the Motomiya household was uncharacteristically quiet and still - the hour was well past bedtime.
With darkened cheeks, visions of Daisuke, shirt riding up, tan legs straining as he kicked the ball towards victory, played in Ken's mind's eye. He carefully tiptoed down the hallway, narrowly avoiding the parts of the floorboard that were prone to groaning lest Daisuke's family woke up.
"I think it's too late to take a bath," Daisuke whispered remorsefully. His voice echoed off the walls, ushering the boys into the bedroom with a scurry of socked feet. The door to his bedroom was firmly shut, the lock sliding carefully into place.
For a moment, the thought of the door needing to be locked made a flush rise up Ken's delicate neck, momentarily derailing his train of thought before he realized that Daisuke was expecting an answer.
"I can just shower in the morning. It's no trouble."
Daisuke's plush lips pulled into a frown. Ken did his best to avert his eyes, to focus on anything else in hopes of quelling whichever feeling burned in the pit of his stomach, but to no avail. His eyes lingered on Daisuke's lips as they both undressed for bed. Once, Ken had suggested they face opposite walls, if only to keep his own dignity intact. Now, Ken wanted nothing more than to watch Daisuke shrug on his buttoned pajamas, to let his eyes trace the endless trail of golden skin that would appear beneath Daisuke's capable fingers.
A bundle of clothing being shoved under his nose stirred Ken from his momentary reprieve, throat unusually dry as Daisuke's warm eyes gazed into his own. "Here, you can borrow these to sleep in."
The yellow pajamas were worn and familiar in his hands, smelling like salt water and forest air and all things Daisuke's. Ken contemplated burying his face in the little bundle, but a glance at the alarm clock urged him to ultimately decide against it. It was much too late to act foolish.
Pajamas firmly buttoned around him, Ken turned in place, eyes widening at the image of Daisuke already in bed.
Typically, Ken had always been the first to fall asleep. The futon that usually lay on Daisuke's floor had become like a security blanket; the scratchy feel of the futon meant that he was with Daisuke and Daisuke would always keep him safe.
Tonight, it seemed, things would change. Already half-asleep, a mess of cinnamon hair peeked out from beneath the covers, a golden arm beckoning Ken closer.
Once Ken's thigh bumped the edge of the bed, the golden arm ensnared him, pulling him down, a small yelp falling from Ken's lips in surprise.
"Daisuke," he whispered, trying not to focus on the way the blanket was pulled around him, cocooning him in warmth and softness and the smell of his best friend's shampoo. "What are you doing?"
Anxiety had begun to claw at Ken's stomach, conscious of the dried sweat and mud that still littered his skin from their earlier matches he had yet to wash off. Daisuke gazed up at him, eyes half-lidded with sleep, a mischievous grin stretched across his cheeks.
His tanned fingers reached out, barely grazing the side of Ken's pajamas before panic set it.
Ken pushed himself away, the edge of the mattress cutting into his side, legs clenched together and straight, so afraid of touching Daisuke, as if the moment their skin made content, their friendship would shatter into pieces.
A lump formed at the base of his throat, making it difficult to breathe.
"What's the matter? Afraid I have cooties, or something?"
His mouth went inexplicably dry, heart hammering in his ears. Ken blushed at the thought of Daisuke being able to hear his pulse, Daisuke seeing how dark his cheeks were just by his mere proximity. Mutely, Ken shook his head, nearly topping over the edge of the bed with the effort.
One of Daisuke's toned arms reached out, gripping Ken's borrowed shirt with a startling ferocity before tugging him fully onto the mattress. "Woah, watch out. You could have gotten hurt," he murmured, yellow fabric balled in his fist.
Ken's pulse beat erratically from Daisuke's quick save, the tips of their knees ghosting around each other underneath the blanket. A huff of warm air ghosted Ken's cheeks, Daisuke seemingly frustrated with Ken's lack of concern when it came to himself.
"I'm sorry." The excuse was weak, but Ken didn't - couldn't - trust his voice to explain any further.
"Don't be," Daisuke murmured, tugging at the pajama top until Ken got the hint and scooted closer. Soon, Daisuke's arm retracted, their bodies a mere breath's length away from each other. "If we get the futon out, Mom and Dad will wake up. I really don't want to hear them yelling at me this late," he rolled his eyes, cheeks puffing out with a sigh. "This is the only way the both of us will fit," he finished, gesturing to the minimal space between them.
With his eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of Daisuke's bedroom, Ken watched as color creeped up from Daisuke's collar, but made no move to comment on it. With them laying so close together, he had probably gotten warm. Eventually Daisuke's eyelids fluttered shut, his head sinking further into their shared pillow, cinnamon hair scratching the side of Ken's face.
Slowly, Ken allowed his muscles to relax, Daisuke's even breathing coaxing his own eyelids shut.
The feel of Daisuke's legs against his was almost too much, his warmth seeping through their clothes. Shame followed the pleasure that built in his stomach, his pants tightening almost imperceptibly.
Clenching his eyes shut, Ken willed thoughts of Daisuke's skin, supple beneath his fingertips, Daisuke's warmth seeping into his very bones far from his mind. His cock twitched pitifully in his cotton pants, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he attempted to adjust himself without jostling Daisuke from his slumber.
A whimper fell from his mouth unbidden as Daisuke shifted, unknowingly pressing his thigh between Ken's opening legs, pressing his thigh firmly against Ken's burgeoning erection.
Eventually, Ken fell into a fitful sleep, straining against the urge to buck against Daisuke's thigh, to ride his leg to completion, to be completely undone by his warmth and smell and every minuscule detail that encapsulated the entirety of Daisuke.
"More," Ken breathed, his hair staining the white pillow beneath him. Calloused fingers hastily unbuttoned his top, trailing down the creamy exposed skin.
Ken sucked in a breath as his nipples pebbled in the air condition, heart beating so loudly that he was sure Daisuke could hear it.
If he could, Daisuke didn't comment, preoccupied with trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down Ken's exposed chest.
His teeth nipped at Ken's delicate collar bones, tongue savoring the salt from their soccer matches earlier that evening. Suckling the tender flesh, Daisuke released with an audible pop, Ken's skin darkening underneath his hungry gaze.
Above him, Daisuke was mostly clothed, his pajamas rumpled from sleeping in close proximity.
With trembling fingers, Ken thumbed at the buttons on Daisuke's shirt, the plastic slipping from his grasp, a frustrated whine eliciting a chuckle from the boy above him.
"If you need help, all you have to do is ask." His smile was devilish, blood rushing towards the tip of Ken's cock with images of all the devilish things Daisuke's mouth could do.
"Please," he managed, lips swollen from Daisuke's kisses, cheeks dark and pupils blown wide. Effortlessly, Daisuke shrugged his top over his shoulders, tossing it carelessly to the side. With his tan skin stretched above him, Ken wrapped his mouth around one of Daisuke's hardened nipples, twirling his tongue around the peak, his own pleasure mounting with Daisuke's labored breaths.
"Stop that," Daisuke admonished playfully. Ken, ever so obedient, ever so willing to please, laid back on the mattress, eyeing the way Daisuke's mouth dipped lower, the wet heat of his tongue circling his belly button.
Ken's cock twitched, hips bucking up towards Daisuke's desperate for friction. "Daisuke, please."
Daisuke trailed down the hem of Ken's pajama bottoms, glancing up with darkened eyes, lips shining with saliva. "Be patient."
Fighting back a groan, Ken did as he was told, his dick pressed against the cotton as if it were reaching for Daisuke.
In one swift movement, Daisuke's palms gripped his hips, pulling his pants off, Ken cock springing free as embarrassment set in.
Daisuke's brown eyes look at him intently, his jaw set in determination. Ken shivered underneath his gaze, fighting the urge to cover himself. "I'm sorry it's not -"
A rough finger pressed to his lips, effectively cutting him off. "Shh. It's perfect. You're perfect. So pretty, so good for me." Removing his finger, Daisuke pressed a chaste kiss to Ken's swollen lips, his mouth continuing its previous path.
Ken's whimpered as Daisuke's wet heat grew closer to his goal, the tip of him leaking with anticipation. "It hurts," Ken murmured, the coil of pleasure in his stomach tightening.
"I'll fix it, I'll make you feel better."
Daisuke leaned up, the absence of his body heat causing Ken to shiver. Without warning, he bent at the knees, tongue swiping across his plush lips before he lowered his head, mouth wrapping around the head of -
Ken's eyes flashed open, skin uncomfortably sticky. Sleep crusted over the corners of his eyes, vision blurry. Instinctively, he clenched his thighs together, shock registering when the fabric felt damp, clinging to his skin. Tentatively, he reached a hand down, fingers slipping underneath his pajama bottoms to graze the side of his oversensitive cock. With a whimper, he pulled his hand back, his spend coating his digits. Embarrassment flooded his cheeks, pants damp with his shame.
Beside him, Daisuke snored lightly, mouth open, limbs splayed across the mattress. Daisuke's leg had remained sandwiched between Ken's, their calves intertwined. Sometime during the night, their pant legs had ridden up, Daisuke's warm flesh pressed against Ken's, his soft cock stirring back to life.
Mumbling, Daisuke shifted, an arm draping over Ken's shoulder, pulling him into his chest. Daisuke's legs tightened, Ken now flush against the length of his body. A sound escaped from Ken's lips, stomach fluttering helplessly.
With every inch of Daisuke pressed against him, Ken could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath, could feel his feet twitch as he dreamed, could feel his half-hard cock digging into the tender flesh of Ken's tummy.
It was all too much. His own sensitive cock awakened at the thought of Daisuke pressing him into the mattress, his hot mouth against his sensitive flesh. His dream was fresh in his mind, heart desperately wishing to be close with him.
Tentatively, Ken bucked his hips into Daisuke's marveling at how firm he felt against him, mewling at the pressure, wanting there to be nothing in between them. He wanted Daisuke's skin against his own, their cocks rutting together, riding each other until they spilled across each other's chests.
A moan caught itself in the back of Daisuke's throat , his eyebrows furrowing in the midst of his sleep. That was all the confirmation Ken needed to maneuver onto his knees, careful not to disturb Daisuke's slumbering form.
Below him, Daisuke was a vision. The comforter was crumpled to the side, his arms haphazardly thrown beside his face. His cheeks were stained pink from their shared warmth, eyelashes cresting his check with a gracefulness Daisuke could not possess while awake.
Ken fingers trailed the outline of Daisuke through his pants, his cock hardening under his tender ministrations. The rise and fall of Daisuke's chest sped up imperceptibly, another groan falling from his lips.
The waistband of Daisuke's sleep pants was inched lower and lower until - finally - his cock sprung free, curving towards his stomach. Ken gulped, hands shaking mid air. He had never seen another penis, much less up close. His eyes squinted, as if to cut through the darkness to make out every miniscule detail of his form. Ken wanted to commit every aspect of Daisuke to memory, to relive this moment everyday for the rest of his life when Daisuke inevitably woke up and saw Ken for the disgusting, broken person he was.
Daisuke was thicker than he anticipated, the head stained a deep red. Slowly, Ken wrapped his hand around the shaft, his fingers barely reaching completely around. Underneath the soft, velvety flesh, Daisuke was harder than steel, a bead of precum forming as Ken gave an experimental flick of the wrist.
The late hour and intense dream resulted in Ken's momentary lapse of judgment. His lips were suddenly too dry, his tongue peeking out to moisten them as his mouth opened, the tip of Daisuke's cock disappearing.
Ken opened his jaw as far as it would go, working his way down Daisuke's shaft, tongue tracing his outline as he went. He tasted of salt and something else deeper, something that was entirely Daisuke.
Tears welled in Ken's eyes, his mouth filled to capacity. Still, he pushed on, working Daisuke down his throat until his nose buried in the small patch of hair just over his cock, inhaling his essence deep within his lungs
As Ken made his back to the tip, his unshed tears spilled onto his overstretched cheeks, tongue swirling once before he made his way back down, determined for Daisuke to touch the back of his throat.
The moisture of his tears aided him, his descent easier than before. This time, Ken focused on hollowing out his cheeks, sucking Daisuke as far back as he could manage.
"Ugh," Daisuke murmured, the muscles of his stomach rippling where his shirt had ridden up. Ken eyed him, marveling at the perfect shape his lips made when he was being pleasured, admiring the flush that trailed down his neck.
Alternating between licking and sucking, Ken worked himself up on Daisuke's cock, his own erection resurrected, digging into the mattress below him.
Daisuke gurgled, the head of his cock twitched at the back of Ken's throat. "Hmm," Daisuke stirred.
Through his bleary vision, Ken watched as Daisuke's eyelids blinked open, momentary panic tensing at his muscles. It was too late to stop, too late to ask for forgiveness.
"Ken," Daisuke breathed, stomach heaving with labored breaths, pupils blown wide. His hair, mussed with sleep, flung back into the pillow, Daisuke chanting his name like a prayer, chanting "Ken, Ken, Ken," as if it were the only word he could remember to say.
Daisuke's hand found its way to the nape of Ken's neck, tugging at the strands until Ken moaned around his cock, the vibrations nearly sending him over the edge. Ken rutted helplessly into the mattress, Daisuke's pleasure spurring him on.
He tugged more intently, catching Ken's gaze as a low moan tumbled from his lips. "Ken, I'm gunna -"
Ken's eyes widened as Daisuke's cock twitched at the back of his throat, his seed filling his mouth, trickling down his chin. The taste of Daisuke on his tongues - heady, woodsy, wonderful - sent Ken over the edge, spilling into his already soiled boxers as he rutted against the bed.
His body felt boneless, exhaustion overcoming his body. Sheepishly, Ken pulled off of Daisuke, his cum trailing down his chin. He swallowed, savoring the smoky hint of Daisuke, tongue peeking out to clean up the rest on his chin, murmuring happily.
Ken opened his eyes, realization setting in as he met Daisuke's questioning look. Regret burned in the aftermath of his bliss, shame and self-hatred watering at his eyes. "Daisuke, I'm so sorry. I don't - I can't - I'm so -"
Wordlessly, Daisuke pulled Ken into his embrace, wiping his tears as they fell. "Ken, that was probably the best orgasm of my entire life. I - I thought it was a dream at first."
It was Ken's turn to furrow his eyebrows in confusion, bottom lip caught between his teeth as nerves set it. A yawn crawled its way up Ken's throat, interrupting Daisuke just as his mouth opened. Ken went to apologize, only for Daisuke's calloused finger to be pressed against his lips once again.
Daisuke only laughed, illuminating the dark bedroom with his smile. "Let's get some sleep. We can talk in the morning."
With that, he pulled Ken close, their soiled clothes becoming an issue for them to deal with tomorrow. Together.