"Hey - so. . . " - Ritsuka swung his bag over his shoulder. "Let's have sex when we get back."
"HUH?!" Mafuyu's face was the meaning of the word 'no'.
Ritsuka flushed, burying the lower part of his face in his scarf, his fingers dabbing against his side. He gripped his bag tighter and walked off with Mafuyu trailing after him, an astonished look on the singer's face.
"Do you actually mean it?"
. . . .
Apparently, yes, he did mean it.
Or else Mafuyu currently wouldn't be giving his virgin boyfriend a blow-job. He wouldn't be caressing the underside of Ritsuka's soft thighs. He wouldn't hear the soft moans of the raven-haired male above him.
"A-ah. . ." Ritsuka moaned quietly, clutching peach hair to stabilize himself against the wall. "Ma-Mafuyu. . . Fu-fuck-" The guitarist's thighs squeezed tighter around the introvert's neck."-me."
Mafuyu ran his tongue down the other's length, then released it. He sucked the area above Ritsuka's belly button, while his hand was creeping up the underside of the raven's thigh to his ass.
"Uenoyama-kun. . ."he murmured against his belly. Ritsuka gave out an amused noise from the tickling vibration.
The vocalist groped soft globes of flesh, digging his nails into his ass. Ritsuka slid his thighs off Mafuyu's shoulders and shifted around on the cold floor, surprising the peach-haired boy.
"Uenoyama-kun?"
"Move to the bed. It's cold. I don't care if the sheets get dirty." he muttered, pulling himself up on the mattress and rubbing his flushed shoulders. Mafuyu smiled and leaned in to brush his clavicle with his lips.
"Hmm." Ritsuka was lightly pushed back against the mattress and a finger was inserted into him.
. . . .
Yayoi cringed and cringed long.
Why'd it have to be this way? Why did two teenage boys have to have sex in her house? Why did it have to be her brother; her sluggish, over-scrutinizing, music-obsessed brother with his boyfriend in her - I mean - ugh!
She was at least twelve miles from her apartment and she was relieved because the first noise she heard she thought she was going to faint.
She typed aggressively into her (nearly dead) phone:
あなたの家の中で二人の男がそれをやっているとき、あなたはどうしますか? (T/N: What do you do when two guys are doing it in your house?)
"Uwaah!" she exclaimed, earning some concerned, questioning glances by pedestrians near her.
My Ritsuka's going to lose his precious virginity!
. . . .
Ritsuka let out a pant as his body adjusted itself around Mafuyu's length.
"Are you alright?" Mafuyu asked, nuzzling the guitarist's burning cheek with his nose.
Ritsuka let out a breathless chuckle. He wrapped his arms around the vocalist's neck and murmured:
"Move."
Mafuyu slowly pulled out and gently thrusted back in. Ritsuka grunted, rocking his hips, he pushed Mafuyu further inside him.
"D-deep - deeper."
The vocalist stared at him, enthralled. He didn't know Uenoyama-kun could be like this. His insides were soft and hot. It felt like his cock was melting. He buried himself in the wet heat, thrusting rapidly.
Ritsuka turned his head sideways, moaning into the pillow and desperately digging his nails in the sheets.
"Ngh!" The raven ejaculated early, which amused Mafuyu and he dug deeper into the virgin. Ritsuka's eyes clamped shut as the other person hit his prostate.
"Uenoyama-kun," Mafuyu caressed the side of his face, thrusting into him harder, not letting a chance go by to hit his prostate. "you're doing so well for your first time." he mumbled into his ear. The younger boy replied with something incoherent.
Ritsuka's eyes opened halfway then fluttered back shut.
Mafuyu sighed, pulling out of warm body.
"Why does it feel right for you to fall asleep right in the middle of sex? We weren't even done yet."
"We can go more rounds later."
"Huh?"