Our Awkward First Times!

by CrypticBeans

Hizashi and Shouta are young, in love and idiots. With the closing school year, Hizashi wants nothing more than to begin taking steps in their relationship. Within reason, of course! And Shouta is more than willing to begin taking those steps.

2. The Second Step: Helping Hands!

This chapter will have shirtless awkwardness in it, nipple touches, and mutual masturbation! If you're not comfortable reading that then I suggest just skipping this one! Hizashi is nineteen and Shouta will be turning nineteen though the current age is eighteen! Just wanted to put that in there though! Until we meet again! ❤️

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"You're staring at me again."

Hizashi blinked as his glasses slipped down his nose only to jerk his gaze away. Shifting with that heat burning in the back of his neck. Focusing his gaze, he directed it down to the dirt beneath his feet. The bottoms of his shoes dragged lightly against it. Idly kicking up dust and tiny pebbles. His lips trembled before he pinched them together when the metal chains of his swing groaned beneath his fingers. He felt heat stinging at the tips of his ears. Different from the shiny new hoops in the shell that his hearing aids nudged.

The heat of the fading sun was suffocating. Thick. As if that humidity was gathering in a thick layer now that the sun was finally fading. He could feel a bead of sweat slither down the back of his neck as he bit his inner cheek. Fingers tightening as they clutched at the chain. He hadn't been aware he'd been gawking. Again. Was he truly lacking that much self-control? It wasn't as if he didn't' see Shouta every other day now that they had graduated but life was busy. Schedules were busier than he would like them to be.

It always left him frazzled by the end of the day, but he always made time. Always snuck out to meet the black-haired teen whenever he could. And yet here he was, sitting on some shitty swing gawking at his boyfriend with such shamelessness. It wasn't often that he would get embarrassed. At least, he tried not too. It was a different story when it was just the two of them. Very different. It had him focusing his gaze down as his shoes continued to drag deafeningly over the dirt. Trying to find something to say.

That awkwardness between them had lingered after that afternoon with his mothers. The lectures they had been given until Shouta was allowed to go home where his mother had, indeed, been contacted. He couldn't imagine the world of words his boyfriend had faced. After graduating, life had become fast. A blur. And yet the awkwardness remained in them after his birthday came around. It made him wonder if his mothers had done some kind of damage. If he had done some kind of damage by letting it get so far.

He knew it had been risky, wrong, and something he should not have allowed to happen. He'd apologized until his throat was sore. Apologized until Shouta threatened to truly not talk to him. It had been stressful. Tense. It was the opposite of what he wanted with a step like that in their relationship. But strangely enough, he didn't find a bit of regret for it. Even if Shouta had looked him in the eye while declaring under no certain terms would they be doing it ever again. They had taken a step and that was amazing on its own.

More than enough to fuel his happiness as an undercurrent of awkwardness. It was only after Nemuri and his sisters asked about it did they give him a solution. Take Shouta on a date. It wasn't an awful idea with the money he had saved up, but he had been strangely nervous to ask him. To bring it up as carefully as he could to the black-haired teen without spooking him off. And yet it had been surprising at how easily he had agreed. Whether it was to shut him up before he could pester or to help diffuse the awkwardness.

He didn't know but Shouta said yes. It was a rather nice day to go out that much they could agree on. Watching Shouta light up when they entered the cat café had been worth it. Seeing those dark eyes sparkle as kittens clawed their ways up his lap. When mature cats weaseled their ways in his arms. It was the highlight of his day to spend an hour or two in the place with his boyfriend who knocked back three cups in two hours. It was sweet how most of Shouta's attention had been on the cats around him.

He didn't mind it. It was easier. Much easier than he thought to coax Shouta out before closing time around lunch. To get a move on though he didn't miss the pout on those full lips. Couldn't. And so, he promised to take him back another day. From there he had taken the black-haired teen to a small diner. A tiny place for them to have lunch with the last of his spending money. It was there Shouta stepped in with his own money to help make up the difference that he lacked but it had gone beautifully.

Better than he'd expected. It was only here, with the sun going down slowly over the horizon, that he was wordless. Silent. It was amazingly cliché how the day had gone by in such a blur leaving them here. Left him watching the sun glow in golden and ruby hues around Shouta by playing off his black locks. Seeing it sparkle in dark eyes as it cast its red light across his skin dying it a light red in the fading golden light. Beautiful would be a good word. Stunning. It had left him gawking mindlessly at his boyfriend.

Of course, now that it had been called out, he stared down intensely. Down at the stretched shadow his legs cast off as he swung lazily. An easy back and forth he maintained by rocking himself from his heels to his toes over and over. Wondering if it was a good time to question the awkwardness. Bring attention to it. Shouta, naturally, seemed all too happy in the silence between them as the crickets began their chirping. He then took a quiet breath as he peeked up at Shouta out of the corner of his eye.

He licked his lips then cleared his throat lightly before opening his mouth to say-

"I'm sorry." He froze when he snapped his head up to face the black-haired teen next to him. Shouta swung slowly, feet dragging lightly over the ground when he swore he could see it. Faintly in the golden light he caught pink spots forming on his cheeks. Spreading when black lashes fluttered in a fast blink before looking up hesitantly. "For being weird. About everything, I guess, huh? I should've done more to break it but I just- I couldn't, you know? I had three mothers chew me out and then when it kept going on-"

"It was hard to stop it! No, I completely get it! I was hoping that, ah, today could actually break it! And it did, right? A little bit?" The swing's chains groaned when he shifted in his spot with a wriggling of his feet when dark eyes flicked away briefly before coming back to him. "I wanted to do something nice to break it! Nem did suggest that we're idiots for letting it go on, but did it work? Even a bit? I mean, I wanted to make up for that! For my moms yelling at us like that and then having your mother yell at you."

"It's not like it wasn't warranted." He blinked then when Shouta sighed out as his feet dragged against the ground before coming to a stop. "We did get carried away like they always said we would. For all her fucked up views on life, my mother was right. As much as I hate to admit it, she wasn't completely wrong about hands up shirts leading to more, was she? Given a few minutes alone it would've turned into something. And knowing that, after hearing two different lectures about it and I came to a conclusion on it."

A conclusion? What did that mean? Was it a breakup that was meant? Or was he going to establish more physical boundaries between them? Stricter rules? It had his heart jumping to his throat as he stared at Shouta, his fingers tightening on the metal chains. His chest felt tight as the black-haired teen then let his gaze drop away. Was this the tipping point? Another bad choice of his that made Shouta leave? End things? Licking his lips again, he swallowed before speaking. "And what conclusion would that be, Sho?"

"That we are stupid. Irresponsible about seeing things with us as a couple." He couldn't help but flinch, yet it wasn't the words he expected. Not the ones that he had been fearing but who knows what would come next? Shouta then stood off his swing, the seat buckling. The chains squeaked at the lack of weight as he looked up at the black-haired teen. The dirt crunched under his shoes when he was sucking in a breath as Shouta then sat down in his lap. The swing buckled with a loud shriek of the bolts.

Groaning after a moment of stillness the additional weight. His hands left the chains to grab at him only to wobble as he threw one hand back up to grab the right side's chain. Curling his arm around Shouta like a belt, he held onto his boyfriend when an arm wrapped around his shoulder. Wobbled before stabilizing in a lazy swing. "Wh-What are you doing, Shouta? You coulda warned me! You almost made both of us eat shit! Now, that was pretty stupid! Jeez, you fucking dingus, say something next time!"

"Okay, I will." He then sucked in a breath when those full lips pressed against his cheek. Hesitant. Light. Fingers brushing along his jaw lightly to tip his face up to do so as the warmth of his breath fanned across the skin. And then it was gone. Pulling back, fingers dropped from his jaw yet the action sent shivers down his back. Fingers then tucked the bob length locks behind it with fingers drifting over the shell of it. Sending another shiver down his back when Shouta licked his lips. "But as I was saying."

"You mean before we nearly fell off this shitty swing? Yeah, I'm listening."

"Don't be huffy on me, Zashi. Not when I have something to say about it, so shut your loudmouth for once and actually listen to me." He raised his brows at the black-haired teen in his lap as his lips pursed in a pout. There was a flutter of black lashes as dark eyes rolled before locking onto him again. "As I was saying, we're young, yeah? Teenagers still, right? You being nineteen and me being eighteen until November, we're still young. Easily a defense about being dumb, right?"

"Uh, yeah? You said it yourself before, remember? As long as "teen" is in our age we'll be treated that way. Why?" He could hear the waver in his voice. The breathless note that had his words bouncing in what could be perceived as nervousness. Excitement even. Fingers brushed along the shell of his ear again sending a tingle down his back. "Ar-Are you going to say something stupid and cliché? Something like we're teens so we get to be stupid and irresponsible? That it would be wrong not to act like it?"

"I was. Thank you for beating me to the punch line though I wouldn't say we're that irresponsible." Lips then pressed against his cheek again as fingers brushed over his ear once more before making their way along his jaw. A few more kisses crawled down his cheek that was warming with a blush. A horrendous sight of blotchy red but when Shouta pulled back there was a smile on his lips. Warm. Affectionate but small. Shy? "But we can make a mistake now and again, yeah? One big fuck up together?"

Tingles. It had his heart skipping as those metaphorical butterflies took flight in his stomach making it airy. Both sensations came together to make a strangely nauseating one after their dinner, but he tightened his fingers on the warm metal beneath his fingers. His arm around Shouta's slim waist as fingers traced along the edge of his ear again. Over the helix piercings there sending a rush of that sensitivity over him. "Um, yeah? Where, uh, exactly is this leading too, babe? I don't exactly see the point you're making."

"My mother isn't home."

Oh?

"And my stepfather isn't home, either."

Oh.

"Or Suki."

He frowned then with a twitch when the heat rushed up to burn fiercely in his cheeks as it hit him. Clicked together what the black-haired teen was trying to say to him subtly. Oh! He tightened his arm around Shouta when he squirmed in his lap causing the swing to bounce lightly. Wobbling as the chains groaned loudly in protest. Black lashes fluttered down then up underneath them in a coy little look that had his heart stumbling over its beats. "Oh! Oh, okay, so then I can-?"

"Come over?"

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"Mmm."

The soft noise slipped out of him before he could stop it. Think of choking it down as fidgeted causing the blanket beneath him to rustle deafeningly in the silence of the room. The stillness that was interrupted with the familiar breaths being taken that fanned over cheeks slowly. An occasional hitch that mingled with the soft whispering of hands sliding over skin. Lips moving together that melted against his own. It was warm. Comfortable. Shouta's hands slid up beneath his shirt with a slow sweep of his hands over the skin.

Tingles raced under the surface of it was he squirmed himself closer. Giving that familiar press against him. His shirt was bunched up on his back around wrists when they slid up. Nails grazing in playful scratches along his back lightly. Traced patterns with the edges of those blunt nails and fingertips until he was twitching. The warmth that radiated off of Shouta was unbelievably nice as he slid his hand along the curve of his waist. Up underneath his shirt along his side earning him a soft noise from the simple action.

A trembling breath followed after it fanned against his cheek as lips moved against his own. A slow, easy rhythm that had him happily following along. Loving the softness to them today. The plush press that had him melting against his boyfriend as that occasional little smack rang out. Breaking up the whispering of their moving lips. It was amazing how much freedom they had at Shouta's family apartment. A contrast to his own home where there was almost always something happening. Loud and bright it always was.

With its multiple layers of smells and senses along with brilliant colors. His boyfriend's home was quiet. Dead. It was a world of pale beige and white wooden floors with a neat row of pictures along the wall in the living room above the TV. Two baby pictures of Suki and Shouta, a childhood one of them both and one of Suki and Shouta's first day of middle school. Then there was one of Shouta's most recent graduation picture. However, there were multiple pictures of Shouta's mother, Tomoko, and his stepfather.

Certificates and diplomas for both adults lining the wall as well. Not a single one of Suki's certificates awarded to her from her classes hung on the wall. Not one of Shouta's. Not a childhood drawing was framed or hung on the beige walls. Truly, if it weren't for Shouta's and Suki's pictures on the wall? Well, he'd believed not a single child had ever resided in the home. It was startling compared to his house. But in Shouta's room? Out of view of the rest of the apartment? It teemed with subtle signs of a teenager living within it.

A bookcase lined with a few figurines and two rows of books on it. The top littered with a memorabilia shelf. Tokens of their relationship that were similar to his own with pictures of them, Nemuri and Oboro lining it. A tiny closet lined with the shirts and pants. Hoodies his boyfriend bought or snatched from him. Shoes that were lined along the floor clumsily within it. A few bigger plushies on the bed that were put away in favor of them climbing up onto it. Subtle but they were there. The same was said about Suki's room.

With her own wild personality breaking out in subtle pockets along the blandly colored rooms. It was only there that one would see that they lived there. It was off putting but he dealt with it. Had grown used to it. For they almost never lingered in the living room unless it was to appease Suki with a hang out or movie. Never lingered in the kitchen to make food if they weren't hungry. Almost always he allowed himself to be tugged to Shouta's room where the little hook latch that acted as a lock was flipped into place.

A dream to have a moment alone. As awful as it was to like it, he truthfully liked that Shouta's parental figures were hardly home. The few times he met them it was awkward. Tense with the looks traded between the adults then to Shouta. The glare his boyfriend would gain with that stiff sitting position at the dinner table while Suki babbled to him softly once in a while. An attempt to break up the tension. It never truly worked but he appreciated it. It was far from welcoming when the adults were home.

When they were gone, however? It was as if he and Shouta could exist simply together. As disturbingly dead the home was, it felt like a breath of fresh air when Shouta's mother and stepfather were gone. As if it had been a trial run for the past three years of what it'd be like when they finally lived together. When they saved up enough to have their own true space. But nothing felt like theirs like Shouta's room managed too. He absolutely loved being alone in the space that brought with it a trace of comfort.

There was a light drag of nails across his lower back that had him shaking the thoughts off. Taking a breath that trembled on its way out as he recommitted himself to the here and now. To the warmth of his boyfriend's body against his own. The softness to his skin today as he slid his hand along his side. His waist. The soft scent that clung to him that held a bite to it. A faint musk. It wasn't at all like the previous cacophony scents that soaked Shouta in the mornings. It was softer. Subtle with that bite.

Moving his lips with Shouta's, he got a soft hum as nails dragged across his lower back again before sliding back up. Listening to the whisper of Shouta's palms brushing over his skin lightly. A tingle raced up his back as he pressed his lips firmer to his boyfriend's. A strength that was returned with another soft noise from the black-haired teen. It was amazingly ironic that they were happily indulging in the very thing that had so much awkwardness. A cause for not one but three separate lectures for poor Shouta.

Though, he had to admit it to himself. There was way more privacy here than at his own home. He fidgeted when Shouta then pulled at him. Trying to tug him closer. He didn't have a problem with it given he was lying on his side once again. Similar to the one he'd adopted when in his bedroom a few months back. He moved in compliance with those pulling hands that had arms wrapping around him to give another pull. A grunt left Shouta as he then shifted his weight to roll over on top of the black-haired teen.

Shifting himself for a comfortable position as legs spread around him awkwardly as he settled in between them. His lips lifted ever so slightly from Shouta's which head his head lifting up to catch his lips as arms pulled him down. Tight against him as his hands pressed to the bed. So soft the blanket was beneath them as he happily kissed the black-haired teen beneath him happily. Listening to his hair rustling over the pillow with the stubble on Shouta's chin scratching at him lightly as he let himself melt against his boyfriend.

Sighing out softly only to feel a responding sigh fan against his chest as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Loving how they melted and shaped themselves to his own as hands slid along his back once more. Nails grazed over his shoulder blades lightly down towards his sides causing him to squirm. A soft noise leaving him as a trembling breath fanned against his cheek as hands slid along his side. Spreading out sending a wave of tingles racing beneath it as his back arched instinctively. Had him pressing tightly to Shouta.

It earned him another of those equally soft noises from his boyfriend. Only this time it contained a breathy quality to it that it hadn't before that sent shivers down his back. Triggered a flicker of heat under his skin at that sound. Had his heart skipping excitedly at what a simple reaction earned him from his boyfriend. He felt thighs coming to press against his waist with a tight squeeze against him. Holding him in place as lips pressed harder against his own to which he responded in kind. Instinctively.

Pressing down against those full ones was a damn delight with how plush they were. So damn soft. It had his breath catching in his throat with a hitch. Had him eagerly moving his lips faster against Shouta's only to feel that eagerness be returned. A kiss that was slowly inching past that slow speed they'd been working with. A speed that felt as if they'd been using for what felt like hours now. And he loved that idea. It was certainly darkening outside slowly but surely and they'd come right at sunset, hadn't they?

Maybe a few minutes after it when the sun was still in the process of setting. He had more than enough time before going back home. They had yet to discuss any dinner plans, but he didn't mind having a night in when Suki came home. He just hoped that he wouldn't have to sit at a dinner table with Tomoko and Kenji Aizawa. It was a nightmare watching not one but two pairs of eyes staring at him coldly. Blatantly. It never left any room to debate or worry about how Shouta's parental figures felt about him.

There was a squirm that once again had him shaking off those thoughts. Hands slid up his side then sending another wave of tingles under his skin that had him inhaling sharply as he squirmed against Shouta. Those hands then slid forward towards his stomach making the muscles quiver beneath the light brush of those fingertips. Brushing upwards underneath his shirt towards his chest with a quiet hesitancy. There was a light push at him that had the kiss breaking with a light smack as Shouta took a breath.

It trembled out against his tingling lips when teeth then nipped at his bottom one lightly sending a wave of excitement through him. A wave of heat that flickered before it settled in along his very bones. A warm swell that left him feeling flushed as legs then tightened as he lifted himself up further. Taking those trembling breaths as he opened his eyes. His glasses were resting on the bedside table next to them leaving him with a blurry view beneath him. Blurry but a stunning sight none the less as black lashes fluttered.

Lifting with a few blinks as he found his heart jumping excitedly in his chest creating that breathlessness. An intense excitement that felt sickening to have those dark eyes stare up at him with that intensity. An emotion in them that he couldn't quite pin yet. Full lips parted with those quietly trembling breaths as fingers rested below his chest. Buried under his shirt when he watched the blurry view of that blush deepening on Shouta's cheeks. Felt fingers cautiously slid upwards before flinching away from him.

There was a curiosity to that flushed face he found sparking in him as well. His chest fluttered with a few shallow breaths when he watched lips tremble silently for a moment. So absolutely adorable it was! It never failed to make his chest ache as he stared down at his boyfriend. Giving him that moment to gather his words together when dark eyes flicked away. Off to the side when a look a determination formed on that flushed face. Resolute. "I- Zashi?"

They were right there. Those trembling fingers were resting right below his chest making his heart slam wildly with excitement. It had him swallowing when he shifted his weight with thighs pressing tightly against him. As if preemptively keeping him between them. To keep him from moving back even if he had zero intentions on moving away. There was another fidget from Shouta as dark eyes flicked away before coming back to him once again. "Ye-Yeah? What's up, babe?"

"I- Would it be too much if you took your shirt off? I-I can take mine off too if that helps. You can tell me i-if that's, ah, a weird step?" Fingers trembled lightly against his skin when he blinked down at him. Then again. It was a rush of heat that hit his cheeks as he let sucked in a stuttered breath. A reaction that had those full lips pinching as hair rustled against the pillow. His head turning away as if it were too much to look up at him after asking such a question. "Never mind! Just-! Forget it, okay? Forget it!"

"No! No, no, I don't want to forget it! I can totally do that! Are you sure though? That's, ah, that is like a step, right? You sure you want to go no shirts then?" He hated the crack in his voice as he stumbled to get his words out. To reassure Shouta quickly before he could get too wrapped up in his embarrassment. There was a moment of silence before dark eyes flicked up to him. A nod that had hair rustling against the pillow again. "Okay then! No shirts! I don't have a problem with that at all then, if you're fine with it!"

Pushing himself up, he felt a stab of that embarrassment himself. Fingertips brushed over his skin from his upwards position where they jerked away instinctively after brushing against the waistline of his pants. As if he had burned them with the metal buckle of his belt. It had him fidgeting as he then grabbed the hem of his shirt that had begun slipping back down. Lifting it up over his head, the rustling of fabric was loud against his hearing aids. After pulling it off, he wavered before tossing it off to the side carefully.

Landing close to the edge of the bed where it then slithered off. Falling to the floor when he shivered at the cool air brushing against his chest and back eagerly. There was a fidget as thighs spread apart prompting him to look down as Shouta sat up. His hair was mussed up from the pillow yet there was something absolutely fascinating about it. In watching trembling hands reach down. Hesitating over the hem of his shirt before grabbing fistfuls of it then tugging it up. He reached up to gently press his hearing aids back into place.

Watched with that blurry quality as the shirt came up, up, up. Revealing the skin inch by inch that had him awed. It was strangely different than merely feeling up underneath clothing. Then seeing Shouta changing after training. Seeing it in such a casual setting had his cheeks throbbing lightly with the force of that blush. Had his heart racing in stuttering skips. It was amazingly exciting. Surreal that this was happening not in a locker room, not in a bathroom, but here. On his boyfriend's bed. Behind a locked bedroom door.

It had his heart sprinting nauseatingly fast against his chest with thudding beats that had his stomach dropping. Fluttering with butterflies as black locks of hair slithered down to shoulders once again as the shirt was abandoned. Off the side of the bed with his own. There was a moment of silence when dark eyes flicked up to him. A squirm that had him shuffling on his knees awkwardly. Shouta always did have such slender proportions. Thicker than himself but it was what had initially led to him believing he was a girl.

At least, from the back it had confused him when they first met. With hair that had already been long, it had been a simple mistake. But in the past year and in recent times, the black-haired teen had begun bulking up. Gaining muscles that had only been hinted at before. Maybe it came with the maturity of being eighteen. Maybe it came with their bordering adulthood lingering closer by every day. The vigorous training they were going through. But there was a delight in the muscles of Shouta's biceps.

The light toning of his stomach that he could see developing slowly but surely. Just like his biceps. His legs. It had his eyes dropping instinctively to the thinner trail of dark hair below his navel. Following it down, down, down to the waistline of his pants where it disappeared beneath it. A flash of that heat scalded his skin before sinking down into his bones as he let his gaze lift up. Staring at that fluttering chest where he could see the curls of hair he'd felt months ago had begun thickening. Spreading.

Shouta was gaining a muscular build while retaining those slender proportions was strangely aweing. It was only in recent time his boyfriend had his final growth spurt bringing him up to six feet even. One inch shorter than himself but it was a stark contrast to the five foot seven inches he'd been standing at before their graduation. He was awed by the bare skin presented to him that it left no room to feel self-conscious. Left no room to think of the comparison of his own thinner, lankier proportions.

At least for the moment. The bob of that Adam's Apple had him blinking when he lifted his gaze up to his boyfriend's flushed face. He swore he couldn't blush any harder. Any hotter. It wasn't possible as he felt a tingle of a fresh blush coming up to mix with the current one. It had his cheeks throbbing lightly when he watched those dark eyes moving over him. Flicking from place to place before he looked down to follow their new line of sight. His lips parted with a tremble at the path they took down his own happy trail.

Staring over him once more before they then lifted up to meet his gaze. There was a look in them that he hadn't seen before. Glimpses, perhaps, but never solidly as he did now. Awe. Desire. It had his stomach fluttering with those butterflies as he met that gaze evenly as he could. He swore if Shouta's eyes weren't so dark he'd see pupils expand. Full lips parted much like his own to move silently before pinching together. Sitting up straight, pushing off with his hands he'd leaned back against, Shouta reached for him.

Fingers lightly touched his waist only to flinch back. Uncertain. It was embarrassing to think of any reaction he might have to those hands on him. Hands he'd always imagined on him. Eyes on areas he'd only imagined before. It was painfully embarrassing with that self-consciousness but he pushed through it. Coaxed himself to ignore those emotions as he knew they were the very things undoubtedly affecting Shouta. Perhaps more intensely than himself. Shouta was always a private person about these things.

Not quite prim or prudish but reserved. Easily embarrassed when it was just them. It had him swallowing down those emotions as he reached out to grab at his boyfriend's shaking hands. Bringing them forward then pressing them to his waist. Twitching with their shakes, they then squeezed at him before pulling. Tugging him forward to which he happily shifted forward until Shouta fell back again on the bed. Hair spread out over the pillow as he planted his hands on the mattress where his heartbeat sickeningly against his chest.

An odd sensation to know if he had even a shred of natural hearing that it would be throbbing in his ears. Something he had heard and read about countless times. He looked down at that flushed face only to let his gaze flicker down to that fluttering chest. He leaned his weight onto his right hand to lift up his left one to brush his fingertips over the skin. Over the wiry curls of hair there. A deep, trembling breath had it heaving up beneath his light touch. Hands then slid up from his waist to his stomach.

Making the muscles quiver as fingers traced up his happy trail. Over his navel then up, up, up to his chest finally. Brushing over it had his own breath stuttering on its way out as he watched full lips parting again. Eyes flicking over him restlessly as he then fanned his hand down against the warmth of his skin. "You're so pretty, Shouta. Beautiful."

There was a twitch followed by a look of surprise when eyes lifted up to him meeting his gaze evenly. Awed once again before hands fanned out over his chest with nails dragging lightly over his skin as they curled. It had tingles racing under his skin as he smiled at Shouta. There was a twitch of those full lips before they tipped up into that shy smile he loved. Awkward. "Can you be any more obvious on buttering me up, Zashi? You know I'm not."

"You are though! To me at least and that's all that matters! I mean, you could've been disgustingly cliché and said the same back, babe." He scratched lightly at Shouta's chest with those wiry curls tickling his fingers as he did so. It got him a breath that had that chest fluttering up and down again. So warm Shouta was. A softness to that dry skin that had him smiling down at the black-haired teen. "But it's true. You've changed so much in one year and I love it. You're going to be unfairly hot when you bulk up."

"Same. I- Yeah. I think you're pretty though, Zashi. Like, not weird!" He chuckled at the way those dark eyes flicked away with the embarrassment that came with it. Shouta never truly was good at expressing his thoughts so openly, but they were working on it. Unraveling his emotional constipation and affection the best they could. "You're prettier than me, Zashi, and that's fact too. You're stunning and you know it. Because I'm not the one everyone is freaking out over as an upcoming Pro-Hero."

"Nah, you just don't hear the gossip surrounding yourself. Because if you did, you'd be hearing a lot more!" Sliding his hand in an easy little rub against that chest, he had a trembling breath leaving his boyfriend once again when he shifted slightly. Leaning down closer to that flushed face. "But I don't care what that gossip is. You think I'm pretty and that's the only opinion I care about! You're just as stunning as I am and I think that means I'm pretty damn lucky, huh?"

A snort left Shouta yet when that gaze flicked up to meet his own, he could see the amusement. A sparkle as fingers spread out on his chest once more yet he could feel that light tremble to them. Tingles from such a simplistic action. "Whatever you say, Zashi. Now, kiss me already. It's getting dark and I don't want your mothers to worry because you were not only out after sundown without texting them about it. The last thing we need is them busting down the doors to the apartment."

"They know how late I'm out with Nem! But after we do dinner then I can head out, okay? I'll text them when we're done." There was a soft whisper of palms moving across his chest as he leaned down when said hands locked behind his neck. Tugging him down closer to that flushed face as lips parted much like his own. Moving his thumb against the black-haired teen's chest, he chuckled softly. "Imagine how nice it'll be not to worry about things like this. When we'll be together all the time."

A quiet chuckle left Shouta as hands and arms clutched at him. Pulling him down as he smiled down at him when there was a squirm. An adjustment of that position that had blankets rustling beneath him along with his hair against the pillow. "Mmm, that is the goal of apartment hunting, is it not? To work and find something for us to branch away? Have a space that's ours and not my mother and stepfather? Not your mothers and families? Live together like we want too? Have all kinds of privacy?"

He couldn't help but hum in agreement with Shouta as nails grazed over the nape of his neck. He moved easily with those pulling hands as a trembling breath rushed from his boyfriend. Eager. He hummed softly as he covered those full lips again. Melting against his own as they shaped to his with that first slide against them. So warm as his chest hovered above Shouta's. A hand squeezed the back of his neck softly while another slide away to brush over his shoulder. Down towards his chest with that shake.

Fingertips brushing lightly over the skin as a sigh fanned out over his warm cheek. It was surreal. Everything about this felt fake. Unreal. There was an odd embarrassment to him as he kissed his boyfriend. An urge to cover himself up again despite the excitement that had come with those dark eyes roaming over him. The light brush of fingertips over his skin. It was no different than hands slipping under clothing yet at the same time it was so very different. Like with their attempt at French kissing. It was awkward.

Painfully awkward as he let out a breath that got him a twitch of those fingers on his chest. Jerking away. Moving instinctively, he grabbed that trembling hand to hold in his own. A shuddering breath rushed over his cheek as he tugged at that hand lightly. Indecisive about where to put it, he pressed it up near his collar bone instead. The last thing he wanted was to put it somewhere that had his boyfriend crawling back into his shell. Begging to put shirts back on. If it happened, however, then he would accept it.

But for now, he wanted to enjoy this moment longer. It wasn't quite the peak of his fantasies, but this was a rather important milestone for them. Even having his hands up Shouta's shirt a few months ago had been groundbreaking. This was something just as important. A step in their relationship that could lead to smaller ones. Nails scratched lightly over the nape of his neck as he shifted with thighs coming to press against his waist again. He could feel a weak tremble to those legs that jumped and squeezed against him.

Just like that shaking hand against his collar bone. It had his own hand shaking from that nervous energy as he slid his hand against the black-haired teen's chest again. A soft whisper from the action rang out as nails scratched weakly at his chest. Sliding down with a twitch to those fingers that broke up the trembling shake to them. He could only imagine how overwhelming it was. How much time it took Shouta to speak up. To ask one little thing of him. It was how he'd felt that afternoon in his bedroom.

Worried about doing the wrong thing. Scared shitless about being looked at oddly. It was something he could understand as he moved his lips slowly with Shouta's. Using that firm press that was returned to him with each slide of those lips against his own. Soft. Melting against his own as they shaped themselves to his. Something slow and easy is what he wanted to give the black-haired teen to provide comfort. A slow kiss to make those tense muscles relax. Help ease the nervousness that had to be twisting into Shouta.

It wasn't like with his bedroom. They had time. More than enough and even if someone showed up, he was content the lock itself would keep everyone out. Even if it was the most simplistic lock he'd ever seen. It didn't matter. He felt the hand on the nape of his neck slide up into his hair. Twisting into the locks, nails scratched lightly at his scalp as that hand cupped the back of his head. Pressing lightly at him with a sigh fanning against his cheek. A tremble carried with it as he slid his hand slowly across Shouta's chest.

To keep from spooking him as he rubbed his thumb in soothing circles above his collar bone. He could feel that heart racing beneath his palm at a pace similar to his own. This was a step he hadn't imagined taking. Of course, he had always been excited for the day they'd be skin to skin. That he would someday be able to touch skin that always looked so soft to him. To touch and caress to his heart's content. And now here it was. He was living the very thing he'd wanted even if it wasn't top list of wants.

It was amazing either way. To abandon their shirts and reveal an open area of skin to touch and explore once he gained that confidence. When he was given the greenlight to do so. For the meantime, he'd happily lean over the black-haired teen. Kiss him with that slow, easy speed that had the familiar warmth swelling under his skin. Had his heart sprinting against his chest just to have those full lips against his own. Soft. So unbelievably plush beneath his as they slid in time with their kisses. There was a comfort to it.

To the warmth radiating off of Shouta that he happily soaked up. He could stay here for hours, days, weeks, just kissing Shouta giddily. Do it happily. To him there was nothing better he could do with his time. To live in a moment just like this would be a dream. Sighing out, he felt a tightening of those thighs pressing against him as a soft hum left the black-haired teen beneath him. And then that trembling, twitching hand slid down his chest. He felt a weak shiver run down his back as fingers brushed along his skin.

Over his heart that he knew would be unmistakable in its sprinting beats. Hard. Sickening. Fingers twitched as if to be prepared to jerk away. As if at any moment he'd pull back and bark at him not to touch him. A preposterous idea when all he wanted was this. To touch Shouta and to have him touch back. To feel those hands sliding over his skin. He wanted it more than he thought he initially did. It had him buzzing in his own damn skin to have Shouta's hands on him. And feeling that hand travel down his chest.

It his breaths hitching as they brushed blindly over his chest to which he happily moved his own hand. Slowly. He wished he could flex his fingers out and work out the shake to it. That he didn't feel so damn nervous about removing a shirt. He combed his fingers through those wiry curls delightedly earning himself a squirm. Sliding his hand down with that same blind, clumsy slide as Shouta. Then he found himself flicking fingers carelessly over what had to be a nipple. No, it was a nipple. It sent a wave of excitement through him.

Nervousness that made his breath hitch in time with Shouta's. His fingers trembled as he lifted them up away from the spot with a burst of indecision. What did he do? Did he ignore it? But what would be the point of taking shirts off? Didn't it mean this was the result? Or was it a comfort thing? God, he should've asked, dammit! His hand trembled as it hovered over that nipple when he got a squirm from his boyfriend. Nails scratched at his scalp with a light twist of fingers pulling at his hair with a squirm.

All subtle things that led to Shouta arching his chest up beneath his fingers. Forced the tips of his fingers to touch his chest lightly once more. Inviting it? Coaxing him to do it? He didn't know. Couldn't possibly know yet he was hoping that silent cue meant what he hoped it did. He lowered his fingers down to brush over that nipple again earning him a tightening of thighs against his waist. The shaking hand on his chest slid blindly before fingers were giving an equally careless brush against his nipple.

The pads of those fingers then rubbed against his areola before another light brush was given. Tingles. Oh, they raced under his skin along with that twist. Not embarrassment. Not shame. It was odd but he could only assume it was possibly desire. Longing. It was a tight twist from such a light action as his breath flew out of him on a tremble. He repeated a light brush over Shouta's nipple earning him a pull at his hair. Fingers clutching at the locks tightly. It had his heart jumping to his throat at the tingles it gave.

He couldn't help a squirm of his own as fingers slid over his nipple. Giving a clumsy little caress that he was all too happy to copy on his boyfriend. A light brushing caress over that nipple as tingles raced under his skin. Feeding into that odd twist of emotion that settled low in his stomach. Intensifying with each brush over his nipple and the careful flick of fingernails against it. It had him curious to know where it would go. How far this would get. What Shouta would or wouldn't allow to happen with their choices.

He wasn't one to ignore his own body, far from it, but it was an area he never thought of exploiting more often. He had, in the past, curiously flicked and stimulated the nipple until it perked up. Curiously touching the thing but it was a stark difference to this moment. However, it was identical to the tingles it sent through him. The twisting emotion intensifying with each brush that he had felt before. An emotion that always had him jerking his hand away when there was a sudden knock on his door by his family.

Something that had him squirming until he moved his fingers away when he couldn't take those tingles. Them intense emotion that came with it. This felt strangely different yet the very same. Fanning his fingers out on Shouta's chest, he flicked his index finger lightly over his nipple. A light back and forth before pressing down on the bud that had Shouta squirming beneath him. A quiet noise left the black-haired teen as fingers trembled with another caress over his chest. It had him squirming himself.

Had his stomach twisting with a burst of excitement when fingers fanned over his chest to copy his actions. Following along. Had Shouta ever done something like this? He had never directly asked his boyfriend about his masturbation habits nor on body exploration, but had he? There's no way he hadn't gotten curious about it. But as that finger copied his previous actions, he couldn't shake the idea. That this was as new for Shouta as it was for him. Something he'd never done. Something that hadn't been considered.

Rubbing his thumb over that nipple had a shuddering breath fanning against his cheek. A squirm. It had that familiar sting of eagerness break through that strange pressure of longing. Eager to see what other reactions he could pull out of his awkward, stoic boyfriend. To see if he could peak behind that carefully constructed mask of his. He happily slid his thumb across Shouta's nipple with the black-haired teen following along. It had tingling shivers racing through him at the hesitancy behind the rubs Shouta gave.

Lips slid against his with that pressure to make him smolder. To feed into the warmth lazily swelling under his skin as he heard feet slide against the blanket. A painfully loud rustle as a result of Shouta's readjustment that had lips pulling back slightly from the kiss. With that top lip pressed against his own he was pulled back down before he could consider pulling back. Questioning if he was alright. Melting together once again, he happily sank into those slow kisses. Gave that firm press that had his heart jumping wildly.

It felt strangely victorious when he felt Shouta's nipple hardening under his thumb. Perking up as breaths shortened in a tremble against his cheek as he twisted against the black-haired teen. A small noise broke out of him when the hand on his chest shifted to pinch lightly at his own hardening nipple. A curious action that had his breaths shaking. His back arched down to press into Shouta's hand much like his boyfriend had arched up against his. Encouraging him silently. There was a hesitancy from Shouta.

Then there was another light pinch given. And oh, the tingles it sent through him were amazing. Such an insignificant thing but he loved it. He slid his thumb over Shouta's nipple before he then brought his fingers together. Giving a light pinch of his own. It had a soft, back of the throat sound leaving Shouta as the hand in his hair squeezed at the locks before it slid down. Detangling itself as it slid over his shoulder down to his chest. Shaking against his skin was so, so warm. It had his stomach twisting.

Knotting up with excitement as that low pressure settled into him. A warmth that made him feel heavy. That shaking hand brushed across his chest to find his other nipple blindly. It had him whining softly when fingers brushed over the hardening thing that then received a light pinch. It had him squirming when he felt those lips creeping past that slow speed. Moving not fast but with enough speed to make that light smack ring out. It was a speed he was more than happy to return to. A strength he loved to dive into.

He shuddered at the sparks that burst under his skin when fingers pinched at his nipples. Hesitant but with a pressure that had him happily returning the action. He pinched at Shouta's nipple before giving a light twist that had the black-haired teen squirming beneath him with a sharp breath. Had that chest arching up again as he gave another light twist to that nipple. It had fingers moving in an identical twist before giving a light pull despite the tremble to them. And then a hard, tight pinch was given to them.

Something what he could only guess was an over eager attempt. It sent a sharp wave of that burning pain through chest that had him yelping in response. Hands jerked away from his chest to push at him when blinked rapidly when he pushed himself up as well. Looking down at Shouta when he released the pinch on the black-haired teen's nipple to see lips moving silently. A worried look pinching at that flushed face. Reaching up, he brushed his fingers over that red cheek. "Wh-What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine! I didn't mean to pinch so hard! I'm sorry, Zashi, I didn't mean too!" Oh, that flustered tone had his heart jumping wildly in its sprints up to his throat. He couldn't help a small giggle to which he leaned down to press his lips to Shouta's right cheek. The heat of that blush was hot, but he didn't mind it one bit as he pressed light kisses to it earning him a whine. "I-I don't- Did that hurt? Does it still hurt? I got, um, caught up in-in everything but are you okay?"

"I'm perfectly fine, Shouta! It hurt a bit, but it feels good, you know? So don't worry so much, okay?" Pushing himself up again, he kissed the tip of his boyfriend's nose lightly making it scrunch up adorably. It was his favorite reaction. He brushed his fingers across Shouta's hot cheek again. "I'll tell you if something really hurts, okay? Until then just, uh, go a little easier on them! But don't be scared to let yourself be confident with it, Sho, okay? I don't care if you get caught up in it! I like feeling good with you too."

Hair rustled over the pillow when his boyfriend nodded up at him with dark eyes darting away for a moment. Lips parting with a silent tremble that had him smiling down at him as he leaned back down. The blanket was warm beneath his right hand as he leaned his weight down onto it. No doubt from the clamminess to it but he didn't mind it. Not when the rest of him felt just as warm. Buzzing with the touch of those trembling hands on his chest. He nuzzled his nose briefly to Shouta's making it scrunch up once again.

Pulling back, he gave a light kiss to that top lip earning him a shuddering breath. It had him fighting back a squirm when his lips tingled all too happily with that quiet demand. An urge attacked him insistently when he gave a playful flick at that hardened nipple with his thumb. He felt that chest raise up with a sharp breath being taken. He pressed a light fluttering kiss to that full bottom lip delightedly. Loving it when lips pressed against his upper lip in an awkward little kiss that had his heart skipping.

Shifting, he covered those full lips with his own that then moved against his own. Using that same strength. That same speed. As if they had never stopped to begin with. It sent a thrill down his back as he listened to that light smack that came with each slide of lips against his own. Curving and melting against his own naturally. So warm. Shouta was unbelievably warm underneath his hand as his fingers twitched. That urge to stretch out hitting him again. To do it until that tremble went away finally.

He flicked his thumb over that hardened nipple. A fast breath fanned over his cheek when he felt a brush over his nipples again. There was a hesitancy about those trembling fingers. They would inevitably work up to more confident touches if they kept down this path, wouldn't they? He just wished he could use his other hand. God, it was trembling under his weight, but he could hold out. He knew he could! He clutched at the blanket beneath it as he gave a few awkward flicks over that nipple when he felt palms brush over his.

A light caress that sent tingles racing under his skin with a short, uneven breath left him in response to it. A few more brushes over his nipples then gave away to trembling fingers sliding over them again. He arched his chest forward with a squirm as thighs pressed tightly to his waist. Letting out a hum, he tried to coax Shouta the best he could to relax again. To reassure him silently it was fine. He gave a light pinch to that hardened nipple earning himself what he had to guess was a whine. Was it that?

It was smothered, far too quiet for him to decipher what such a noise could be. But of if it didn't send a shiver down his back. Fed into a flash of that burning heat he'd become familiar with. It tore briefly through that comfortable warmth swelling under his skin before dying back down. A hot coal in the pit of his stomach waiting to rip up and spread when the moment presented itself to it. For now, he was far too happy with being warm, warm, warm with that pooling pleasure being fed bit by bit with the tingle that rushed down.

That twisting of desire that had him throwing as much of that emotion into the kiss as he could. The adoration he held. It would never not be a thrill to feel those emotions be poured right back at him into their kisses. There was a shuddering sigh then that fanned over his hot cheek in a rush. He gave a tighter pinch to that hardened nipple that had the black-haired teen beneath him jerking. Jolting. He froze his hand. Holding still when he caught another of those quiet, nearly inaudible noises. Low. Choked.

A whine? A whimper? What was it? It had him utterly fascinated. Eager once again to try and pull out another noise from Shouta. One that would be loud like the ones he already made in front of him that should be shameful. Embarrassing. But God knows he loved the way the heat had flickered in that gaze when they squeezed out of him. When they first started with these make-out sessions of theirs. When they found out how sensitive his ears could be. The thought that he could get one noise out of his boyfriend?

It created that same flicker of heat beneath his skin. He twitched when fingers pinched lightly at his nipples. Barely there yet it had him squirming as his breath hitched on that hopeful stab of emotion. A soft whine left him that he hoped conveyed that encouragement. The unbearable eagerness for the black-haired teen to do it. It had his stomach dropping and twisting with those emotions when a breath rushed over his cheek. Fingers then tightened their pinch on his nipples in slow, hesitant increments.

It had him squirming when that hard pressure was increased bit from bit. Pinching tighter until his breaths shortened into quick little huffs that fed those tingles racing down. Had that twist of desire ripping under his skin when they finally pinched down hard. Far from that overeager squeeze they'd given seconds ago, it had him moaning out loudly. Tearing out of him before he could think of the volume of it. The intensity in which it would fly out of him. His own fingers, instinctively, pinched tightly at Shouta's nipple.

Much like himself, he got a yelp from his boyfriend when he quickly released the tight pinch he'd done. He rubbed his palm over the hardened thing as if to apologize silently. To rub away the pain his overeager action must have caused. His actions had a huffing breath fan over his cheek as he did so. Then that chest rose up higher. Pressed up into to his hand that nearly pinned it between their chests. Then that pinch on his own nipples was added with a clumsy twist. The left harder than the right that had him squirming.

Whimpering into the kiss when fingers increased their tight pinch. Hard, hard, hard. So hard they pinched at him until he could feel that light, erratic throb. The pain ripping across his chest that was bordering on a throbbing level. Something that threatened to become true pain as he hissed in a breath when it stopped. Shaking fingers releasing their tight pinch as he threw himself into the kiss with a strength that had a quiet noise leaving Shouta. Encouraging him on. God, if that pinch wasn't fucking good.

It had his hands shaking as he slid his palm along Shouta's chest. Abandoning the playful flick he'd been giving that nipple. Sliding it down towards his stomach, he was delighted by the muscles trembling viciously under his fingertips. The sharp breath it got him when he reached down. Traced his fingers along the waistband of his pants to which Shouta shuddered. Had those goosebumps raising under his fingers when Shouta's thumbs flicked over his tingling nipples. It pulled a throaty groan out of him in response.

He loves having those hands on him. Loves, loves, loves it. There was an addicting rush to having those hands on him. He'd give anything to keep them on him. Brushing over his skin in those shaking, awkward slides as they moved quickly from one spot to the next. Afraid of lingering in one spot. Weaved up into his hair when he kept it down. It was his favorite part when they were kissing in moments like these. To have those hands and fingers twisting locks of hair around those shaking fingers to pull at it.

It had him squirming when he felt palms once again brush over his nipples. Tingles. Heat. Oh, it was hard to know which it was when those shaking hands were sliding towards his sides once more. It sent a happy wave of tingles down as that pressure in his stomach twisted into an ache. A familiar ache he'd be an idiot not to recognize that had him hissing in sharply when it settled lower. A pressure in his groin as his dick gave a happy little twitch at the ache. Burrowing into him. The ugly twist of longing it came with.

Something that he was all too familiar with. One that he'd experienced one too many times after saying goodbye to Shouta after nights like these. When he woke in the night with the silence around him as his chest fluttered with those heaving breaths. When his hair clung annoyingly to his sweaty face with the longing twisting into his chest. Squirming as he then forced himself to move. To perform the "walk of shame" as his brother called it. Where he was forced to leave his bed to go through those mortifying actions.

A routine of stripping his bed if the sheets had gotten wet. Changing his pajama bottoms before returning to bed. All with that strange, jumpy embarrassing walking him through it every step of the way. This was that ache. That familiar longing as he tried to ignore it. Tried to ignore as he squeezed his thighs together to try and appease the ache. The twist of emotions that smoldered into him as those full lips moved against his own. But he knew it was inevitable. Knew it. A soft hum then left Shouta.

Throwing him back into the moment. Into the current scenario he was in rather than the one he knew he'd be dealing with mortifyingly enough. He traced his fingers along Shouta's waist earned him a squirm when he then flattened his hand against it. Sweeping it up Shouta's stomach towards his chest gave him a delightful reaction of Shouta arching up. A sharp breath being taken as that chest arched up far more eagerly than it had before. He didn't know what to do with this. Where he slid his hand next over him.

Clueless. A touch panicked at the dilemma as he wondered where to go from here. Where to slide it that he hadn't before when he felt the hands on his waist sweeping up his sides. Once again pulling a whine out of him when he heard a ping behind them. On Shouta's desk maybe? On the floor? He couldn't remember. Shaking hands slid towards his back to scratch lightly at his lower half before sweeping up. As if to tug him closer with an awkward tug that was far too enthusiastic. And he didn't mind it one bit.

He'd happily pin himself to Shouta if that's what he wanted. Nails grazed lightly over his shoulder blades on their way down only to curve along his sides. Trembling as they went with thighs squeezing his waist tightly as feet slid against the blanket beneath them again. A restless fidget of his boyfriend that had his stomach fluttering with such intensity it threatened to make him nauseous. There was no stopping the rush of mortified embarrassment when his dick twitched again. He wanted to stop it.

He didn't want to make things awkward but how did he do that? How did he say they had to stop without seeming rude? Without explaining why they had to stop? It had his face burning uncomfortably hot with a fresh blush as he tried to piece it out. It was an icy stab in his stomach when he shifted to disgust the pull back of his hips. Keeping them angled away from Shouta only to earn himself a confused little noise from his boyfriend. Hands slid down to his waist to tug curiously at him. Hesitant. But he refused to move.

Instead, he lifted his lips from Shouta's to nip at that full bottom lip. A sharp gasp of air was taken when he gave a soft bite to it. It had been unspoken but in the immediate, foreseeable future there would be no French kisses given. And he was fine with that. It had been painfully awkward and not to mention the after math of it was something even he didn't want to revisit. But Shouta always loved those nips to his bottom lip. The soft bites. It had breaths shortening without fail. Fanning over his tingling lips.

A distraction was all he needed to keep those hands from pulling him closer again. Until he was sure he wouldn't make it awkward for them. Until he was sure he could calm down even a bit. But the heat gathering lazily under his skin promised to ruin it. What could he do? What did he do? He had read and cackled over so many of those shitty romance books with his sisters. He had seen countless romantic ones with his mothers' when he was happening to walk through the living room only to get sucked in.

Romantic comedies were a given when Nemuri was around. So why did he feel clueless? Had he seen all these things yet had no clue how to proceed? It wasn't helpful, however. The things he had seen didn't go in depth. They were always about experience the characters would have. They never went into detail about the shaking hands. The nervousness. The worry he'd do something wrong and where he put his hands. Where he put those kisses confidently. He had not a damn clue what he was doing.

His hands shook in their places as he swallowed down that nervousness the best he could. Hating how tight his throat felt. How dry his mouth felt. Kisses would be fine, right? Surely, it's what Shouta had been wanting when he asked for shirts to come off, right? He licked his lips when he pulled back from his soft nips to that trembling bottom lip. Swallowing down that odd, compulsive need to spill all of it, he pressed his lips to that hot cheek lightly. Placing a few clumsy kisses down it towards Shouta's jaw.

Stubble scratched at his lips when he moved to his chin. Hesitating before he moved down beneath the edge of his jaw. Kissing at the skin below when he felt that rapidly fluttering pulse point against them. There was a squirm followed by that quiet sound of a swallow before there was a rustle of hair against the pillow. And then he was blinking as Shouta's head tipped back against the pillow. Offering up his throat and chest it seemed. And fuck he didn't know how much further this was going to go between them.

He swallowed down a small noise scratching at his throat. Pinching his lips at the twist of nervous excitement when he saw Adam's Apple bob in another swallow. A trembling breath then left the black-haired teen when he fidgeted with hands tightening on him. Abandoning his waist to slid up to wrap arms around his shoulders that held him closer. Fingers twisted loosely into his hair with a light pull at him. Trying to coax him down as those shaking hands clung to him. Oh, God what did he do now?

Fuck, I really need to plan things out more! But this was last minute, wasn't it? I didn't our date to end like this but I should be prepared, right? That is what boyfriends do, right? What did I think was going to happen? He was going to invite me to play a game? Wasn't the implication there when he told me no one was home? But what do I do? I can't ask him and I can't just text someone! So, do I just go with the flow? Follow what feels good and go from there? Fuck. Me. Sideways. Ugh, just do something!

Swallowing against that nervousness, he fought the urge to nod. To confirm his silent thoughts and decision with it. Taking a breath, he then kissed that fluttering pulse once more before crawling down. Following along the surprising softness of his throat. Was it because it was always hidden away half the time? Wrapped up under his capture weapon? He'd have to ask. Later. He'd have to remember to ask later. He pressed his lips in fast, awkward kisses along Shouta's throat. Clumsy, fast pecks along that soft skin.

Moving until he then kissed the curve of his Adam's Apple. Moving along the slope of his shoulder he slid his hand along his chest. Finding then brushing his fingers over that hardened nipple once again. It had arms tightening around him as he tried to slow himself down. To make those kisses comforting rather than the short, fast ones he was giving. God, he wasn't sure what was killing him more. The embarrassment of a possible erection or the awkwardness of his own actions. The nervousness making his hands shake.

The cluelessness he had now that he was in the moment so many dreamed of. Being invited over to his boyfriend's family apartment to spend time alone was a dream. And he had not a clue what he was doing with it. It felt as if his awkwardness was keeping it from feeling as it would any other time. Was it the lack of a shirt? The fact it came so out of left field for Shouta -awkward and emotionally constipated Shouta- to ask for it? Because hands were on his skin in a way he'd dreamed of for so long?

Since they began dipping their toes into more affection physically during their second year? When they were creeping to that painfully awkward time when arms had wrapped around waists with that embarrassment? Spending the whole night working up to it? The awkward cheek kisses? The pecking ones that inevitably led to another painfully awkward beginning stages of their make-outs? He had no clue what was making him so nervous but dammit something was. It had his heart was beating a mile a minute.

And the sharp to soft breaths being taken above him? They certainly weren't helping with that imminent problem of his. Looming over him like a threat that had him panicked not to let happen. He couldn't tell Shouta to stop either. Not when he had the distinct feeling that he didn't know. That his boyfriend possibly wasn't aware he was making those little sighs. Always carrying with it a quiet noise being behind. It was a shot of arousal each time he heard it. A flicker of heat that jumped up happily under his skin.

Fed into the ache twisting into him as he flicked his trembling thumb over that hardened nipple earning him a shudder from Shouta. It all was working against him as he desperately tried not to let it. Even if he knew it was inevitable, he didn't want to make things anymore awkward than they needed to be. And yet it was as pointless as anything when fingers twisted into his hair. Tugging at it. A response to him pinching at Shouta's nipple as he trailed his lips down to his collar bone. Trying his best to calm down.

To keep that nervousness from twisting into him further. He kissed his way down along his chest until the wiry black curls tickled at his face when Shouta arched up. A shaking breath being taken only to fly out on that same shake. Legs pressed tightly to his waist with a restless fidget when he let his gaze flick up. And oh, there was nothing stopping that rush of heat under his skin that scalded him. The twist of lust, desire, gripping him in such a strong grip that it left him breathless. Left him burning with it.

All from the sight of those dark eyes on him. That damn lip bite that had whatever air he had in rushing out on a wheeze. Oh, there was just something about it that got him hot. It was embarrassing how much something so simple could flip that switch. Turn him on. It made his boyfriend look sexy. Unbearable so. It had him whining when he pinched fiercely at Shouta's nipple in response. Tugging at it to which he swore he could see teeth digging in deeper. Harder. Oh, it had his stomach flipping with the excitement.

Paired with a flutter of those black lashes? All the better. He watched with awe at the deepening of the red flush smothering itself over his cheeks. The arch to that chest that had him breathless. It was all for naught. He abandoned his pinch on Shouta's nipple to slide his hand down along his chest towards his side. Curving down to sweep it along his back as he allowed that surge of confidence to rush through him as he peppered his chest with kisses. He squeezed his thighs together again with the hope it would do something.

Rubbing with a whine under his breath at the frustration. Trying in vain to stop that rush of blood that had him swallowing a curse. Nothing, nothing, nothing could save him now. The only thing he could hope for was to hide it when he got his shirt. If he made up an excuse to rush to the bathroom in the next five seconds. It had his cheeks throbbing with that uncomfortable heat burning there as his brows squeezed together. Nails scratched at his hair sending a shiver down his back as his hardening dick twitched.

It had that comfortable warmth under his skin jumping up a notch. No longer a sizzling flash. Hotter than before as he slid his hand along Shouta's back. Grazed his nails between his shoulder blades earning him a squirm paired with a huff leaving the black-haired teen. Arms tightened around his shoulders when he swallowed down a whine at the struggle. Trying not to give in to that strange rush of embarrassment. Of shame. Both telling him it was wrong, wrong, wrong to get so excited like this about his boyfriend.

But in the end was there anything stopping it? Did he do a damn thing to stop it from happening when he knew it would? No. He condemned himself to this and he had to live with the repercussions of it. Of not saying a damn thing because he was nervous it would ruin the mood. Make it all come to a crashing halt before he went home. And he hadn't wanted that. But at his mothers would say, he made his bed and now he had to sleep in it. Now he had a whole new problem on his hands that he knew would happen.

A problem he let happen. And now he had to do something about it without being weird. Awkward. But how did he do that? How did he give an excuse good enough to walk away now? When things were already getting hotter than they'd ever been in the past? For the first time? Maybe he could just-

"What are you d-doing, Zashi?" What? He jerked himself up with a tensing of his muscles as he looked down at his boyfriend once again. There was a little redness along the bottom of his lip from that hard bite no doubt but there was a confusion to Shouta. It had arms tightening before pulling at him. No, no, no he could not allow that. It was an irrational surge of panic that had him tensing further. That confused look merely intensified on Shouta's flushed face. "Why are you moving away like that?"

"I'm not! I'm not, babe, I promise! I just don't' want to smother you is all!" God, could he be any more obvious about his nervousness? About that panic? He then felt another tug at him that had him pulling back in response with a burst of nervous laughter breaking out of him. Stiffening to keep from falling down on top of the black-haired teen. Something he wanted to avoid. Something Shouta clearly wanted. "Sho, come on! I don't want to smother you! I thought you didn't like wh-when I did that!"

"No, I normally don't, but you're pulling away. I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Is there so-something in general that's wrong? Do- I mean, do you not-?" A frown pinched at those full lips, a light swell to them from their kisses as lashes fluttered when eyes darted away. They then came back to him with those dark brows coming together tightly as the frown deepened on his lips. Dissatisfaction mixed with that confusion as arms tightened around his shoulders. "Zashi, do you not want to do this with me?"

"I do! I want nothing more than to do this with you! But I don't want to smother you! An-And I just don't wanna make this weird for you! Or make it not, ah, good if that makes sense? But you didn't do anything wrong, babe! Nothing! I- Shouta, don't!" Arms yanked at him as he shrieked those last two words as arms then yanked at him while he was speaking. Distracted. He flew down in a tight press against Shouta that had eyes widening at him. A realization that had him jerking up against those arms.

Breaking away as he crawled back only to realize it was worse. Much, much worse as Shouta sat up after him in that same rush when his lips trembled. He couldn't find a word to say as his hands trembled when those dark eyes dropped down. God, was this how Shouta had felt? When his mother walked in? An embarrassment that made him want to crawl into a hole? Die under a rock? He threw his hands down when Shouta reached out to him. "Zashi, it's okay! It's not-"

"No! No, I didn't mean to! I swear! I'll leave, okay? I can leave if you want me too right now!" He hated how high his voice was. Scratching and catching on its way out as he shuffled towards the bed. He couldn't put Shouta in a situation like this. Not yet. Not when they weren't ready for it as he assumed they weren't. There was no way Shouta would want a step like that when they never discussed something like this. But how did they talk about getting hard in situations like this? "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Shouta!"

"Zashi, you idiot, no! Stop, I don't want you to fucking leave! Come here!" Hands grabbed at his shoulders yanking him back towards the center of the bed with a yelp leaving him. Wobbling from that hard pull, he fell on his back making the bed bounce. He looked up at his boyfriend with wide eyes at the sight of messy black locks. The annoying narrowing of those dark eyes. "Zashi, it's fine! You don't have to leave! I- Fucking Christ, I hate you so much right now for making me do this!"

"Do what?" There was a bob of that Adam's Apple with a swallow when there was a squirm. Eyes darted away from him to look down at the blanket with that blank fascination as fingers plucked at it. Then Shouta leaned back as he blinked up at that red face that looked utterly mortified. The reddest he'd seen it be when he blinked again before letting his gaze drop to that fluttering chest. The rustle of knees fidgeting over the blanket as he looked down at them only for his eyes to narrow in on-"You're hard?"

A hand then shot out to clap over his mouth with a flutter of those black lashes as eyes shot back to him. Mortifying embarrassment didn't touch what he saw in those dark eyes as Shouta leaned towards him. "Shut up! Don't be so loud about it! I-I don't care if you get hard, you damn idiot! It's natural, isn't it? To-To be doing this kind of shit and not get excited over it? I-I don't have to explain biology to you! So, stop being an idiot and trying to run away when there's nothing wrong with it! This is because of you!"

"You're hard because of me?" Oh. Oh, he didn't mean to say that out loud with the way Shouta scrambled back. Mortified. Embarrassed. To which he twisted up with his hands clamping down instinctively in response to a twitch of his erection. The fascination, however, tore ever so slightly through his embarrassment when he swallowed. Twisted towards the black-haired teen who was now covering his red face. "I'm sorry! I, uh, I don't know what I said that out loud! I'm sorry, Shouta! I know you didn't-!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Just-I can't think right! It- I didn't mean for it to come out like that!" It twisted into him that embarrassment as he twisted to shuffle onto his knees as he reached out to touch Shouta's wrists lightly only to feel him flinch. Pressing his hands tighter over his eyes no doubt. "I don't- Fuck! I don't want to be having this conversation, Zashi, when we're practically adults! I just-! If you want to leave you can but I-I don't want you too, okay? I don't want you to leave over this."

He didn't want to leave. Shouta didn't want him to leave. So what did he do? It had him fidgeting as he pulled his hands away from their light touch to Shouta to drop down to his thighs. Curling into shaking fists onto his thighs as his heart slammed sickeningly against his chest. If neither of them wanted to leave, then where did that leave them? What did he do about this? "I- Shouta, maybe it is best if I leave? It's- I think this is a step we haven't, uh, taken yet and I don't want you uncomfortable, ya know? So, I-"

"I want to take it." He blinked when he watched Shouta's hands shift as fingers curled. Knuckles pressing into those red cheeks as eyes darted away from him off to the side then back. There was a fidget when they dropped down with a tremble to those hands. "Wh-Whatever this step is, Zashi, I want to take it. I want to do something about it, but I-I don't want you to think it's too much. I mean, we'll be doing this in our own apartment soon enough, right? And it's not wrong to want you to want to touch me, right?"

"Are you sure then? I mean, I don't want to leave but I don't want you to regret this, Sho." Moving his hands from his thighs, he could see an identical tremble to them as he reached out to grab onto his forearms. Sliding up to his wrists where he slid his thumbs against the back of his hands. "I want to touch you, Shouta, I've never not wanted to! But are you really sure you want to do this? This shouldn't be something we do on the fly, right? Because doing this will lead to other stuff down the road and-"

"And who fucking cares!" Eyes shut then as Shouta took a breath when those trembling hands lifted away from his face. After a moment, dark eyes opened once again with hands grabbing at his with a tight grip. "It-It's just a hand job we'd be doing so there's no harm in that, is there? And I-I want you too! Because if I want to touch you then is it so bad? That I want you, my boyfriend, to touch me too? An-And obviously we'd be doing other stuff down the road! But- Jesus Christ, can you just say something rather than gawk at me?"

Forcing himself to blink, he dropped his gaze down to his lap. Awe. Surprise. It was truly something to hear from Shouta that he wanted him. After all, he had never been so honest about his wants. Had never been vocal about them or his emotions. This was new. Different. It was the first time Shouta admitted he wanted him like that without him asking. Making sure he wasn't forcing that type of conversation on him. This, however, had him flushed with that heat when he looked up. "Okay! Okay, if you're really sure about this-"

"I am."

"Right! Then I, uh, guess we should get in a better position? And just, um, whip it out then? Take it from there?" And before he could stop it, a laugh burst out of him. He reached up to cover his mouth to smother the sound when a snort seemed to burst out of Shouta. It, too, held that strange hysterical edge his own had to it. He pressed his fingers to his lips when he got a wide, crooked smirk from the black-haired teen that had him smothering down another laugh. And then something akin to a snorting scoff left Shouta.

"You're so romantic, Zashi, you know that? Here I am, practically offering myself up for something new an-and vulnerable and you go saying that! You're such an idiot, Zashi!" He pressed his fingers tightly to his lips, yet it did little to stop the giggle from flying out of him. Strained when he noticed the shake of Shouta's hands. Harder than they had been when he'd suggested taking their shirts off. Despite those snorting scoffs and snickers leaving him, he could see Shouta was nervous. Anxious about it.

Moving his fingers away, he found himself giggling widely at the black-haired teen before him. His heart pounded sickeningly against his chest as his hands shook much like Shouta's. It was awful. An ugly, brilliant twist in his stomach that told him this was a much bigger step. Pivotal to them. "I didn't think! But I mean, why not be a bit blunt? You're going to be whipping it out! So why not just say it for what it is? It's not like it can be any weirder than jerking your boyfriend off, can it? But, um, here, just copy my position, okay?"

A trembling breath was taken when Shouta nodded. Rolling back out of his kneeling position, he settled into a proper sit before hesitating before moving closer towards his boyfriend. He spread his legs out with feet pressing close to the edge of the bed when Shouta skootched closer. Close, close, close with his legs curling over his own with feet planting on the bed behind him. Thighs draped over his own with a proximity that still held a distance. A wide-open position when Shouta fidgeted. "And now we just-?"

"Uh, yeah! Yeah, just, um, take it out if you want too and then we just go back to what we were doing before!" God if he didn't hate the stuttering cracks in his voice that wouldn't stop. How awkwardly he sounded to his own ears that did little to help the uncomfortable heat throbbing in his cheeks as he fidgeted. "I can, uh, go first if that makes you more comfortable? You have to promise to control yourself even if it's not the greatest thing you'll ever see! So try to hide your disappointment or excitement!"

Another snort left Shouta as he then reached down with trembling fingers to grab at the button of his fly. Looking up, he found an intensity to that gaze despite the playful sparkle he caught as that smirk twitched. "I think I'm more than capable of controlling myself, Zashi. I've been changing in the locker rooms with you for three years now. I think I can handle keeping my hands to myself until you say it's fine for me to touch. An-And besides, I-! You wouldn't-! Shit!"

"I know what you're trying to say and I won't be disappointed with you either, babe." Taking a breath, he gripped at the waistband of his jeans. Swallowing down what he knew was a hysterical giggle, he then fidgeted. "Okay. Okay, okay, if you're, ah, ready then I guess here goes fucking nothing!"

His hands shook as he then took a deep breath to strangle down any other of those nervous ticks. He curled his fingers a few times to work out the shakes enough to pull the button apart. Licking his lips with a little swallow, he couldn't shake that nervousness. It was just Shouta. Only him. And yet it was as if he had been asked to show it before their whole graduating class. It was awful. Grabbing at the zipper, he eased it down carefully before pulling the fabric apart when he risked a glance up. Just one.

It had his heart pounding at the sight of those dark eyes locked on him. The intensity in them had his face burning with that endless blush as he moved his hands up to grab the waistband of his boxers. His stomach twisted with that nervousness as a flood of questions hit him. All more mortifying than the next. It had his hand shaking as he slid it down into his boxers. What if it was still awkward? What if it wasn't up to Shouta's standards? If it was too small? Too big? What did he do if that was the case?

What if it looked weird to him? What if there really was something wrong with it? It's not like he ran up to other guys to ask about it. God knows he didn't want that search history on his laptop for his mothers to see. But the mortifyingly embarrassing questions of them all came to him. What if Shouta didn't like it? It was almost enough to make him back out this. To say it was too big of a step for them. Yet those words happily rang in his ears. That honesty behind them when Shouta had said he wanted to touch him.

Wanted him to touch Shouta. It had him excited but this was held an unbelievable vulnerability to it all. He wanted to do this but he was nervous. Anxious. Those dark eyes were locked on him with quiet trembling breaths being taken. He could do this! It was now or never! Taking a breath, he then pulled the fabric down with his other hand as his erection twitched in his hand. Easing it out, he couldn't stop his hands from shaking. And then it clicked with him in a rush. Despite knowing it it still had his face burning horribly.

The reality that he was sitting here, quite literally, with his dick in his hand. In front of another person. Worse, or perhaps better, that person was Shouta. His boyfriend. And it didn't help when that rush of embarrassment came to him again. Made him want to cover up and laugh it all away before a word could be said. A judgement made. He wanted to curl up and live under a rock for the rest of his life. And then there was a quiet intake of air that washed it away. Had him looking up only to flinch instinctively.

A rush of self-consciousness hitting him when he found those dark eyes burning into him with their intensity. Locked onto his shaking hands as he released the grip on his boxers with his free hand. Reaching back to lean on it only to cover Shouta's foot instead. Taking a breath himself, he let go of his erection only to flinch when it came to rest against his stomach with a twitch. It was overpowering, that urge to cover himself up again. To hide away himself. But he choked it down. Held himself still to keep calm.

There was a riveting fascination in having those eyes moving over him. An emotion picking through that embarrassment. That self-consciousness as he swallowed at the heat he found in those dark eyes. Eating him up with a look alone. It sent a flash of heat under his skin, razing into him, when he watched full lips parting slightly. As if truly riveted at the sight of him. As if he were about to speak but couldn't find the words. His hand curled into a loose fist on his thigh when he watched another bob of that Adam's Apple.

Full lips pinched together again with a twitch of those brows. It was hard to fight the urge to squirm with the way Shouta stared at him with such intensity. That as good as it felt to be stared at like that it was also awkward. Made him aware of just how much of himself he was really showing off to the black-haired teen. And then those dark eyes were flicking up to latch onto his. He flinched instinctively when hands slid along his shins giving a squeeze. Held that gaze as evenly as he could to convey that assurance.

Blinking when Shouta leaned back with his shaking hands lifting from his shins where they'd been moving in their caresses. Grabbing at the waistband of his pants. "Jeggings" as Nemuri always playfully called them. Fidgeting in his spot, he tried not to gawk. To make it apparent he was doing so yet he found himself riveted to those shaking hands. It had to be the very same emotion Shouta had had when he'd begun undoing his pants. Anticipation. It had him squeezing Shouta's ankle lightly as he slid his hand up to it.

Holding himself still to keep from spooking him as the black-haired teen took a breath. The clothing was pulled away from his waist as a hand dipped inside with a fidget of those legs over his own. He gave another squeeze that he hoped was comforting. Hope provided it. And then much to his delight, he watched that erection being eased out. It wasn't some cliché magic moment for him. Wasn't a eureka or a "finally!" emotion. It was a heat that smoldered along his bones at the sight of Shouta's erection.

It wasn't much different from his own. Perhaps a little thicker than his but a perfectly average penis in his opinion. Even the wild, chaotic black curls of pubic hair weren't at all surprising to him. There was a twitch of that erection that strangely triggered a watering sensation in his mouth. It had him swallowing it back when Shouta took a deep breath. It had him looking up from his gawking to find dark eyes darting away from him. Teeth worrying over his bottom lip with brows twitching together with that wrinkle between.

It was painfully evident that if his own brain could throw questions at him so wildly that it had to be the same for Shouta. Those same little doubts. Worries. Swallowing to abate that tightens of awe squeezing his throat, he leaned forward causing Shouta to jump at his sudden movement. There wasn't much space between them. Just enough to ease clothing out of the way without slamming and bumping one another. He slid his hand from his ankle up to his knee while moving his other hand from his thigh.

A shake to them as he slid them over Shouta's knees towards his inner thighs earning himself a sharp breath. A gasp taken. And yet Shouta was closing that gap as well. Leaning towards him with a twitch when he stopped his hands on his thighs. Hands then reached down to cover the backs of his. Shaking much like his own. He let his gaze drop down to the parting of those full lips again. Catching the fast blink that had lashes fluttering. All of it, every inch given to him to gawk at, merely proved his point.

Proved that conviction of his boyfriend's beauty. It had him burning up when Shouta fidgeted with his shaking hands twitching beneath his own. He watched as Shouta licked his lips when he decided to speak up. To ask what he wanted to do. And what he wanted, more than anything, was to touch Shouta. To touch him just once. "Can I-?"

"Ye-Yeah. Can-?"

"Yeah, go ahead! Touch me, Shouta? Touch me, please?" He swore it was dangerously close to a whine what came out of Shouta. There was a flash of that desire in those dark eyes that then settled in. Making them smolder at him despite the shaking of those hands beneath his own. "I want you too. So bad. Please? Please to-touch me, babe?"

A hand wormed its way from underneath his with the warmth of trembling breaths fanning so close to his lips. Making them tingle when he squeezed Shouta's thighs when there was a brush against his own inner thigh. It had the muscles jumping into a quiver from the light touch as his own breaths shortened. Came on that shaking quality as he leaned forward to touch his top lip to Shouta's. Tingling, tingling, tingling as he felt lips coming to touch his in a light kiss. A weak movement that he was overjoyed to respond to.

Doing so by lifting up his left hand to brush his fingers along that hot cheek. Pressing his palm against it to cup that hot cheek as he stroked his thumb along his cheek bone. And then fingers made contact. A tap of fingertips against his erection that had his breath hissing down with a stab of that eagerness. Fingers flinched away before he squirmed with a quiet whine leaving him. It was hesitant when those fingers came back to him. Touching lightly with a brush along the underside had him choking down a soft noise.

Leaning in, he covered those full lips. Giving up on an pretense of a tease or a playful flutter of lips against them. No, he didn't want to go for that. He instead gave a firm kiss in hopes of relaxing the shaking black-haired teen. The nervousness that was fed in a nonstop cycle as fingers moved clumsily over his shaft. Moving up only to flinch away again at the twitch it gave to which he moved his right hand from beneath Shouta's. Swallowing down that nervousness of his own, he moved his hand upwards.

Sliding along that thigh where the muscles jumped beneath his touch as he then stretched his fingers out curiously. It was rather quickly that he made contact with Shouta's erection. It would never fail to send a thrill through him at the words Shouta had said. That it was because of him. It had heat happily flashing under his skin in a scalding burst that left him feverish. Smoldering along his bones as he pressed his fingers firmly to Shouta's erection. Feeling the twitch of that shaft as he slid his fingers over it.

Along the underside up towards the head of it as lips moved hesitantly. Just like the fingers that brushed along his shaft. Light curious touches that he was all too happy to copy himself. And then he curled his fingers around that twitching erection with a sharp breath from Shouta. Rushing out over his cheek on a tremble. It felt thicker than it had looked. Warm. It had his breath shortening when fingers rubbed lightly across the head of his erection smearing away a droplet there. Small but it had his heart pounding.

It sent a shiver down his back when fingers then wrapped around him. Squeezing hesitantly with that thumb rolling over the head in a clumsy tight motion that he couldn't help but moan softly at. It had lips moving against a touch faster. Regaining the speed, they'd been using before he'd begun placing kisses over Shouta's throat. His chest. He gave a squeeze to the erection in his hand as he slid it down towards the base. A shudder ran down his back at the low groan that left Shouta. Quickly choked down back into silence.

He hummed softly into the kiss as he slid his hand up earning him a squirm. A fidget of those legs spread over his own as he rolled his thumb over the head where he smeared a droplet there. It had a choked break fanning out over his cheek as the lazily swirled his thumb across it. Rolling it over the head as he gave another squeeze to the shaft. Shivering when it twitched in his grip as the hand on his own erection slid down. Curving subtly on its way down where fingers gave a squeeze to the base before sliding back up.

Then down. A slow, stuttered stroking rhythm as fingers trembled around him lightly. Breaths fanning in sharp exhales and stuttered hitches against his cheek as he continued to roll his thumb over the head lazily. He got a choked sound when he ground his thumb over the slit. Felt a hand coming up to curl over his shoulder. Sinking fingers into his hair where nails dragged against his skin as he was pulled at forcing his lips harder to Shouta's. Something he was more than happy to give him right that instant.

He slid the side of his thumb against the slit where a small droplet was smeared against it. Breaths shortened into an uneven, shallow pant that he felt his own creeping towards as he finally slid his hand down away from the head. Settling into a slow, easy stroke as he marveled at the situation. The moment he found himself in. There had been so many dreams he'd had of Shouta. So many fantasies he'd held since their sports festival. Wet dreams that always ended right before the climax of them. The best part of them.

Where he woke to find himself squirming frantically. Trying to chase that dream down again to finish it. And here he was living one. It had him utterly euphoric at reality. Even if he felt ready to jump out of his skin. Felt ready to defend himself should someone find them. It was so painfully awkward with the shaking of hands and breaths, but he loved it. Neither of them had not a clue what they were doing, and he fucking loved that. It was just like with their attempt at French Kissing. Awkward. Laugh worthy.

God knows he'd be mortified on his way home when he was sitting on the bus seats. When he got to his room. When he was finally laying in for the night. It was a vulnerable moment he knew he'd be mortified later, but it was making him burn up now. Settling into an easy, slow pace, he felt that hand moving along his own erection. It had him moaning out softly as Shouta squeezed at him intermittently with each downwards stroke. A clumsy twist to his hand that was subtle before he was abandoning it.

It had him burning to feel that hand wrapped around him. It was something he had fantasied about forever. It was so warm. Strong. It was shaking but God knows it didn't pull away from the fact it was still there. Lips moved against his own with the speed Shouta settled on that whispered of that urgency. Of that eagerness. Something he was more than happy to provide on his end as he slid his hand along Shouta's erection. It was odd to have someone else's erection in his hand. It was completely surreal.

It sent tingles down his back as fingers tugged at his hair lightly while that hand stroked clumsily at him. That hesitance over shadowing it but he didn't care. God, he didn't give a fuck about how awkward or weird it felt. How surreal everything about it was. Hell, he wouldn't even care if he woke and found it wasn't real. That it was some kind of intensely vivid wet dream of his. It felt good and that's all he cared about. It was something they hadn't planned for in advance but hadn't he had the feeling something like this would happen?

After all, there were plenty of innuendos circling the whole "my family isn't home/you should come over" situation. What did he expect when he'd seen that coy look? When the invitation had been extended? He felt like a true idiot both in that swing when Shouta had been hinting at it and now. God, he was a damn idiot for not seeing it for what it was back at the park. He was sure even Tenya would smack him upside the head, and he'd deserve it. There was a light squeeze given then that had his hips jumping eagerly.

Giving a clumsy thrust as a moan flew out of him. That urgency was all too easy to pinpoint. All too easy as it bled into the kiss when that hand pressed against his head lightly. He stroked that hot cheek with his thumb as he rubbed his palm against it lightly. Then he dropped it down to brush along the side of his neck. Along his shoulder. There was a shudder followed by a quiet groan from his boyfriend as he tightened his grip on that twitching shaft. It had him burning up as he moved his lips against full ones.

Slid his hand down towards the wiry curls of hair of his chest as Shouta gasped in a breath when his fingers trailed over a nipple blindly. Fingers squeezed around him tearing another moan out of him. It felt so unbelievably good. Oh, it was amazingly good despite the clumsy strokes given. But that was more than okay. He listened to the whisper of the strokes given as he began moving his hand past that slow pace he'd begun with. A little faster. Something that shown with its eagerness as lips pressed fiercely again his.

That fervent emotion bleeding into it. The lust. It had him burning hot, hot, hot as the erection in his grip twitched. Felt hips bucking up into his hand with a low sound leaving his boyfriend. Oh, it had him hotter than anything. He couldn't help but wonder if that afternoon would have ended up like this. If that awkward French Kissing would have given way to a step like this. He heard a few pings of their phones behind him but it was easy to forsake everything that wasn't Shouta. To forget about the outside world.

Forget about anything that wasn't burning up with the growing confidence his boyfriend displayed. Speeding up in its strokes much like his own as his pants flew shallow in and out. Choking him as they rasped down his throat, but he didn't pay them much attention. He slid his hand up to roll his thumb against the head again delightedly where he smeared a droplet of pre-come. Wet against the pad of it earning him another thrust up into his hand that had heat sizzling under his skin. So much. There was so much he could-

No, so much he should be doing with his hands yet he couldn't focus. Not now. It was too much when he remembered his hand on Shouta's chest to which he flicked at a hard nipple. It got him a soft moan that had him sparking with heat. When the hand around his erection squeezed before speeding it again. Moving with that confidence that he was all too happy to feed into as he moved his own hand quickly. He couldn't help but marvel at how soft it was. Velvety maybe? Firm with that stiffening from the blood.

Warm. It was an oddly addicting sensation as he stroked Shouta faster in compliance with a few awkward bucks of his hips. A soft sound leaving him. He'd give Shouta everything he could. And he couldn't help but wonder what Shouta had thought. Of his erection. Was it good enough? Was it small? Big? He wanted to know but that embarrassment kept him from asking. Choked him at the thought of saying anything mortifying like that right now. Far too mortifying. And so, he contented himself with memorizing the feel.

The warmth of it against his palm when Shouta thrusted up into his hand a few more times. It was awkward given their sitting positions but he couldn't help a few thrusts of his own. It had the bed wobbling as a whimper flew out of him in response to fingers tightening. Squeezing around him when his erection twitched him. God, he'd be damned if he complained about this, however. About the position he had chosen. Not when he'd suggested that Shouta copy him when he'd done. Confident that it'd be fine.

He was surprised when lips broke away from his with a smack. Confused. A groan left him when teeth bit at his bottom lip softly. A pressure that had him squirming when they lifted to nip at him only for lips to move down to his chin. It couldn't be comfortable with the stubble there, but he knew better than to protest. To complain for Shouta. Kisses were placed along his jaw as he squeezed the erection in his hand. Another groan leaving him at the heat of those pants fanning over his skin shallowly.

The kiss placed below his jaw against that fluttering pulse of his only to crawl down. Fingers tugged at his hair, yet he didn't need that quiet coaxing to get him to tilt his head back. Not one bit did he need it as he let his head fall back as lips trailed down his throat. A surprising nip was given to his Adam's Apple sending a shiver down his back as he swallowed instinctively. So soft those lips were. He couldn't help but squirm as he thrusted up into Shouta's hand. Copying that speed that had hips jerking up into his hand.

Quiet noises muffling themselves to small noises in the back of Shouta's throat. God, he'd give anything to hear those noises leave his boyfriend. Hear him moaning at him. Ohhh, he'd give anything. But there'd be time for it. He knew Shouta was easily embarrassed by his little noises even when they were making out. There'd be time to coax the black-haired teen to being vocal. He swore it. A gasp of air rushed down his throat then as he struggled to keep it from choking him. Struggled to control it yet it was forgotten.

Put away for another time for Shouta bit at him. A blunt pain radiated across his skin as teeth dug into him with a strong suck being given to the skin that had him moaning out once he realized rather quickly what he was doing. Trying to leave hickeys had never occurred to him until this very moment. Weren't they a trademark during a relationship? He knew that Oboro had received a few from Nemuri when they'd been fooling around back then. Saw the delicate blue spots with a trace of longing each time.

He had always assumed Shouta would never go for something like it. And now here he was, not only getting jerked off by his boyfriend and doing the same for him, but he was also receiving his first hickey. What a wild afternoon it was turning out to be filled with firsts. It was painful, however, to feel teeth biting down consistently on him. Sucking too hard at the skin. He didn't let it distract him, however. He breathed through it as he felt fingers tightening around him in a firm squeeze. It got him a buck of those hips.

A strangled noise as he stroked that twitching erection in his hand happily. That blunt, burning pain had him writhing as that sucking continued. A vacuum seal effect that he couldn't help but find a bit uncomfortable. It bordered right on that pain. An intensity that twisted into him until he was sure he'd wail for Shouta to stop, stop, stop. It was right there when that biting suction was gone. Lifted away with lips pressing against the wet patch of skin when pants fanned over the spot. And then lips moved across his shoulder.

Then Shouta's head was lifting up and he was shuddering at the teeth nipping lightly at his earlobe. The red swollen appearance had long since gone down but fuck him if they weren't sensitive still. The click of jewelry had him twitching as his hips thrusted up before he could think as Shouta stroked at him faster. Squeezing him good. God, that was a damn good grip he had on him. He couldn't help but wonder if Shouta were doing the same thing to him that he did on himself. Oh, it sent a shudder down his back.

"Za-Zashi, I want- Nn! Do it fa-faster, please? Please? And squeeze- Like that! Just- Mmm!- Just like that! Fuck, you su-sure you haven't done this before with anyone else? It- Ah! Mm!" Oh, it sent shivers down his back to hear those soft little noises breaking up stuttered words. The whine behind them. "It fe-feels good, Zashi! I don't- Nnghn! Ah, I don't know why it fe-feels better than when I do it! Shit! I love it! Ke-Keep it up, please, please!"

"I kn-know what you mean though! It feels good! But I- Mm! Ah! Fuck, Shouta! I-Is this how you jerk yourself off? Sh-Shit, that's- Nn!" A whimper flew out of the black-haired teen that he knew would have been merely another muffed noise if he were farther away. It had him burning to hear it as he then dipped his head down to kiss his shoulder softly. Feverish that skin was under his lips as he squirmed. "Mmm! I don't- Mn! I don't want too but it feels so good! So good, Shouta, and I can't-!"

"Nnn! I know! I can't- Ah! Fuck my st-stamina! Ah!" There was just something about those soft, puffing noises that had him melting. Burning alive. It was impossible to deny the tight coil winding tight in a pressure low in his stomach. The pleasure weaving through it as that hand stroked him fast, fast, fast. Moving in time with his own as fingers slid slickly each time they came up to swipe across the head. "Cu-Cum with me? Please? I can't-!"

"Mm! Wanna hear you, Sho! Don't m-mmmmake yourself so quiet! You're so fu-fuckin' perfect! So pretty! I love you so much! So fu-ffuckin' much, Shouta! Ah! Mmm! D-Do it faster! Fa- Like that! Just- Mm! I wanna see you cum! Wanna- Nghhnn! Hnn fuck! Fuck, Shouta, do-does it really feel that good? Ah! I love str-stroking your cock! Can you im-imagine how good it'll feel when I suck you off one day? How fu-fucking good it'll be? God, I want you so fucking ba-bad, babe!"

"Yes! Yes, yesss! I- Mmmf! Thi-Think 'bout it all the time! I kn-know it'll feel so g-good! Please! I just-! I lo-love you too! Love yo-you so much, Zashi! Please, please, please! Please, I'm so-!"

Oh, he could hear the embarrassment in Shouta's voice. The urgency heard as an undertone as his hot face then buried itself into his shoulder. His fingers squeezing around him hard tearing a moan out of him. If he couldn't keep up talking that was more than fine. It was shameful how close he really was. A few strokes of that hand and he was so close. It really was an awful stamina of his that he felt that orgasm knotting up, but it was good. There was something so damn good about that palm sliding against him.

The speed at which it flew up along his erection had him all too eager to return the action to the squirming Shouta. Loving those arching twists as legs tensed over his with hips thrusting up. Eager. It had him burning up, up, up as his pants flew out of him unevenly. Then he found himself nuzzling his face into Shouta's neck. Sliding his shaking hand laying limping on the black-haired teen's chest to wrap around him. Tugging him close as he stroked that twitching erection delightedly. So warm he was.

Loving those muffled, choked noises leaving his boyfriend that he knew would be a bigger turn on than anything to hear out loud. But it was fine, fine, fine. Just knowing they were being made, muffled or clear, had him burning up. He loved it. Everything about it was hot. It was easy to ignore the sudden rapid pings behind him. The vibrations they made as Shouta panted into his shoulder creating a hot spot against it. The drop of sweat he felt sliding over his skin as he found himself thrusting shamelessly up.

Again, again, again. It was a compulsive chase for that orgasm as he moaned with that same shamelessness into Shouta's neck. The arm around his shoulder tightened with fingers squeezing a fistful of hair. It was amazing. So good, good, good! Ah, he swore he'd never loved someone so much. Needed them so much. It was an amazing high being in Shouta's room this time rather than his own. To be surrounded by the scent of his boyfriend around him when he would turn his face away. In a place that was theirs.

It had him squirming as he huffed into his neck with that arm squeezing him with the muscles stiffening under his arm. Felt that light throbbing against his palm as he stroked fast, fast, fast at his boyfriend's erection. Confident. It was the one thing he knew he was doing right this afternoon. He slid his hand up to swipe his thumb over the dripping head slickly before sliding his hand back down. It was a rush of pleasure. of heat, to know he was getting off. That he was getting Shouta off. It had him unbelievably hot.

He could feel the identical throbs of his own erection as fingers gripped him tight, tight, tight making his back arch. Thrusting up into that strong grip with a keening moan leaving him. It was so fucking good. Oh, it was hard to breathe in his pocket against Shouta's neck but he didn't want to move an inch. Not when he could feel the muscles jumping then trembling in his thighs. The muscles in his stomach flexing with a tremble as that orgasm tore it's way up, up, up in him. They were both right there.

It was strangely embarrassing then in a rush that he was so close to an orgasm in front of someone else. Had him feeling vulnerable. It was an open, awful feeling like he had been shoved naked in front of Shouta on his first day of meeting him. It had him squirming with his hips thrusting up to chase after that orgasm. Regardless of the emotions twisting into him. He knew it didn't matter. Knew it because it was only Shouta. And truthfully, if he couldn't live through this then sex would be a nonstarter between them.

And God knows he wanted to do things with Shouta. But it was so, so odd. So strange. It had him whimpering in his boyfriend's neck desperately trying to rid himself of that self-consciousness twisting in him. He swore he heard an identical whining and whimpering in his shoulder. Muffled. Strangled down. He could feel Shouta's hips thrusting up into his hand again, again, again with that same desperate urge to get there. Sliding his hand up, he fisted at the dripping head smearing droplets of pre-come against his fingers.

His palm. He slid his hand down with a tight squeeze as he stroked as fast as he could. Then he got a glorious idea. Shouta had tried to leave on one him so why not return it? Why not leave one of his own? And so, he opened his mouth wider before biting down on a spot close to his throat. Close as he could get it. And he dug his teeth down into the skin as he suckled at the skin fervently. Far too eagerly. But it didn't matter as it got him the results he wanted. There was a wild gasp from Shouta as he felt hips buck up frantically.

Meeting his quick strokes time with them as he squeezed at that throbbing erection. Erratic. Hips jerked up before Shouta was stiffening up against him with a strangled, croaking noise to leave him. Then that hot face was burying itself in his shoulder as he felt the muscles under his arm tensing and jumping. Felt it in those thighs draped across his own trembling ones. He shuddered at hot spurts against his fingers, leaking down the back of his hand. So stiff Shouta was as he trembled through that orgasm.

It had him moaning into the spot he bit down at. Jerking up into that trembling hand stroking him fast, fast, fast as he suckled at that spot. Tipping over when fingers came up to rub frantically, clumsily, at the head of his twitching erection before sliding down. Squeezing around him with that good, hard pressure. So tight that he swore it bordered on pain causing that moan to crest into a cry. Loud, loud, loud as it tore out of him but he couldn't think to stop it. Not when he was tensing up with that rush of heat.

Trying to ignore that self-conscious embarrassment as his hips bucked up desperately before he stilled. Tensed up against Shouta as he felt a weak dribble of liquid over his fingers as a fast, heavy breath rushed over his shoulder. It was followed by Shouta slumping forward against him. Oh, it was so good, good, good and so painfully embarrassing as he strangled off his cry for a mewling moan. Trying to be a touch quiet yet the effect had Shouta shuddering against him. Breaking up his shaking as he squirmed.

Whimpering through the throbs of that white hot heat before it could ebb out of him. Leaving him weak as a breath rushed out of him in a similar shaky sigh. Shaking in it's aftermath as he clung on to Shouta with his arm. He unwrapped his fingers from around Shouta's softening erection in favor of wrapping his arm around him. Finally, finally hugging onto him properly. Squeezing his boyfriend closer to him as he felt weak, little kisses began placing themselves against his shoulder. Fluttering kisses along it.

Up towards the side of it then up beneath his jaw before it was still again as he panted. He wobbled before choosing to fall back. Yanking Shouta with him earning him a yelp as the bed bounced under their weight but he didn't mind it. Not even when that crushing weight had him grunting with a squirm from the black-haired teen. He didn't care. He was absolutely floating in his own skin with that euphoric rush of joy that he'd done it. That they'd done it. It was much bigger than French Kissing but they did it.

It was a milestone he'd been waiting forever for. The step that would be pivotal for their relationship. And he couldn't help a breathless laugh as a bead of sweat ran down his temple to his hair. Couldn't help but squeeze Shouta tight to his chest earning him a grunt yet not a word of protest left him. Instead, arms snaked around his waist as he rolled onto his side. Squeezed him with that same strength as another sigh fanned against his throat. Then his phone began ringing. Shrill in its tone, he groaned out with annoyance.

Shouta huffed against his throat only for it to end in a quieter groan. Subtler than his own as he lifted his clean hand up to comb through those black locks. So soft they were today. "Th-That's probably one of your m-mmmothers, Zashi!"

"Mmmm ye-yeah probably!"

"Th-Then you should an-answer it."

"In a-a minute! I don't think I ca-can walk right after that! God, that- Jesus, Sho! I re-really fucking love you! That was-! I-I can't imagine it gets an-any fucking better than that!" He then giggled when his shrill ringtone cut off from behind him when he kissed those soft, messy black hair earning him a hum. "You thi-think I left a hickey? I didn't re-really do it long enough! You think so-somethin' will be there? Or do you thi-think it was enough? I wasn't ex-exactly thinking long term when doing it, ya know?"

"M-Maybe! Even if the-there isn't you can always tr-try again!" Oh. A shiver ran over him when he nuzzled his cheek to Shouta's hair with a sigh of his own when arms tightened around him again. "I-I know what you mean though! Ab-About everything getting any be-better than that! But it wi-will, I know it will! I-If it's with you, then it can't be th-that bad, can it? I lo-love you too, Zashi. Mo-More than I ever let on about, yo-you know that, right? That I lo-love you just as much?"

"Of course I d-do, babe! Just ca-cause you don't say it all the time do-doesn't mean I don't know it!" There was a twist of affection as that head ducked under his chin. It had him hugging his boyfriend tightly to his chest with a giggle when his phone went off again with that shrill demand to be acknowledged causing him to sigh out in unison with Shouta. "Gu-Guess I should answer that, huh? Listen to whatever they have to say. Probably gonna ask me to co-come home soon."

"Mmm, probably. But I'll see you to-tomorrow so you shouldn't get greedy, Zashi." And yet despite that light chastising tone in those mumbled words, arms clutched at his waist. Keeping him tightly pressed against Shouta causing him to giggle once again as he tugged lightly at those black locks with a hum. "I-I think Suki will survive one night without seeing you, Zashi. Not when I'll be br-bringing her to that dinner with your mothers and si-siblings of yours. She'll live wi-without you for a single night."

Whining, he buried his face into Shouta's hair as he slid his hand from the locks to slid along his back. Loving the feverish heat to it. There was a light sheen of sweat along it that had his hand sliding slickly up and down its caress, but he didn't mind it. "Ugh, I hate when you're right! But I wanna st-stay here a bit longer! The buses won't be stopping an-any time soon, I don't think! And if they do, I can just have M-Ma pick me up! Can I stay, Shouta? Just a little longer? I don't w-wanna leave you alone yet."

There was a squirm followed by a leg coming up to twist over his own as a hand slid along his back with a soft sigh. Arms tightening their hold on him. God, he loved Shouta. Loved him so much he swore he could call it cliché. To love someone so much it hurt his chest like this. But he wanted to hear that answer. Wanted to hear his verdict as he hugged Shouta touch tighter as he kept his face buried in his hair. "Ye-Yeah, you can. I want you to stay wi-with me. Just a little longer."