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.

4. The Fourth Step: The Beauty of Fingers!

Hizashi would forever hate those romantic comedies that made a montage out of apartment hunting. The books and shows that made it seem effortless in finding an apartment either by chance or by connections. There wasn't anything quirky or cute trying to find one. There was frustration behind it. Thinking he found the perfect apartment within reasonable prices only to be let down by the sight of it. By the amenities it came or didn't come with. To visit only to realize the pictures were horribly misleading on the website.

It was an up and down. So many afternoons were being spent sitting in his family kitchen with Shouta tucked close to him with a laptop of his own as they searched. When his mothers would inevitably walk in only to offer assistance, which they happily took. While it would simply be easier to send links, his mothers went out of their way to help him the best they could by finding reasonable apartments. Taking pictures as they did a walk through to send to them to peak curiosities. Unbearable. It was absolutely awful.

The stress of it all had his shoulders and neck aching with the tense muscles as he searched for somewhere. Anywhere. If not for the sake of having privacy, then for the sake of his independence. His mother, Yuki, had gifted him with a shiny new lock for his door the week after Shouta's birthday. Had told him that while he was one hundred percent trusted that it was time for him to have a proper lock. He had never asked for it. Never needed to given his mothers always respected his privacy when he was in there alone.

However, it opened a realm of possibilities that he absolutely adored when he invited Shouta over. It gave them a sliver of privacy that they both had been aching to have. Wanting desperately. Kimiko tried pushing a few safe sex pamphlets on him only for his other mother to come to his rescue. It was mortifying to look over them knowing his mothers had a fraction of an idea as to what he and his boyfriend just so happened to be doing in their alone time. It didn't help when Aimi began receiving the same pamphlets.

Building up until the both of them to be sat down in the kitchen. Coaxed to watch what he could only deem as the worst slideshow he'd ever seen about STD's and the like. He couldn't remember a time he hated being in his home than at that moment. It was hard to look his mothers in the eyes when he mentioned hanging out with Shouta offhandedly. To watch eyes flicking to one another before coming back to him with those smiles that never missed a beat. Asking him to say hello to his boyfriend for them.

It had him throwing himself into the apartment searching with a renewed gusto. And yet, despite having Yuki or Kimiko come with him and Shouta, he never found a good one. And it wasn't for the lack of trying. God knows he didn't care about beautiful quality in an apartment, yet it seemed like half of them were scams on the landlord's end. Beautiful apartments that were falling apart at the seams when he went to his appointment time to see them in person. He wouldn't care if half the places were awful.

If the areas they wet went too actually looked as they were advertised. To walk into an apartment made him aware of just how edited the online pictures were half the time. It had him hopeless. Trying to hunt down a place for them was a task that proved itself to be harder than it needed to be. With Shouta's birthday coming then going, time seemed all too happy to fly by. A blur of apartment hunting and shoveling as the snow began to pile up halfway through the month. Winter sinking its hooks into the world.

Spending Thanksgiving with his mothers, siblings, Suki and Shouta had been a given. Spending time with Nemuri in her off time from work with occasional meetups with Tensei. It was a flurry of energy around them as he rushed about to find solutions for problems cropping up endlessly. Coming at him faster than he could blink it seemed. Holidays made things all the more hectic. He never expected the headache flying from one job to the next that he took up. All for the sake of getting anything towards a meager goal.

Anything that could have a chance of meeting the average rent prices. In piling together what he could so they could save for furniture for said apartment. It cut down on their date nights horribly yet it was paying off being so frugal with one another. Christmas had come then gone in the blink of an eye. An event with Shouta and his sister once again coming over to visit with his family for the holiday. It was the one night he splurged on his boyfriend happily. And with Christmas behind them and New Years ahead?

He had a renewed passion to find an apartment. Something. Anything. For the way they were going in their relationship, he knew it was a matter of time. That it was soon they'd be taking what he knew would be the biggest step in their relationship. While they were technically sexually active with one another it was a different story all together with this next step. When it came to properly having sex with one another. None of the tongue and cheek blowjobs and handjobs they were giving one another lately.

Things they were growing better at but he could read the curiosity in his boyfriend. When those dark eyes were smoldering at him with that silent plea. The hunger and desire for more. Yet neither vocalized it. Neither spoke out loud what was wanted when they knew what the other wanted. And he wasn't going to have sex in his family home. He couldn't. Shouta may not care about having it here, but something set his boyfriend's shoulders stiffly when he brought up Suki. What could happen if they even tried it here.

Especially when taking to an account of her rather sporadic and unpredictable appearances. Hell, she'd popped the lock out of its place in the wall countless times so far. It was always accidents given she never knew until recently that it was there to begin with. Yet it gave the very real assurance that they needed to find somewhere. To gain that independence. Gain privacy they'd yet to experience together. And yet it was difficult to find a good place that wasn't absolutely awful within their growing budget.

It helped his sisters, mothers, and Nemuri along with Tensei to help them find a place that was within a reasonable distance from both family homes. Far but not horribly so. Enough to travel a short distance at least. And with that renewed determination of his to find a place, he had gone over to Shouta's. Trudging from the bus stop in knee high snow that crunched beneath his boots. Confidently making his way into the building as he breezed past the rather kind and welcoming front desk workers of the apartment.

It always did hold that hotel feeling from the lobby alone but he didn't mind it. In fact, the front desk workers never failed to welcome him with that warmth he found lacking from Shouta's mother and stepfather. However, it was as he got in the elevator that his boyfriend had told him there was a change of plans given that Suki was home. He didn't mind that one bit. In fact, it was sweet when the fourteen-year-old ran to greet him with the typical teenage energy. As if he were her older brother coming home finally.

As if he was more than simply the boyfriend of her actual brother. She had happily greeted him while the black-haired teen huffed behind her. Bickering with her when he held his arms out to him for a hug. That had been noon. The sun had set rather quickly with that golden light spilling across the dimming sky. Spilling through the apartment windows as he sat tucked at one end of the couch with Shouta sitting as close as he possibly could. A foot wrapped around his calf allowing their legs to twist together casually.

Tucked close with their knees lightly pressing together. Laptops open on laps as he scrolled along the website he was looking over. Adjusting the filters of his search for the available apartments much like his boyfriend was next to him. Save for the soft conversations of Shouta's sister on the phone, it was quiet. The tapping of keys ringing out when he turned his gaze to his boyfriend curiously when he reached up. Grabbing a lock of black hair that had swung free from his short ponytail with the forward tilt of his head.

Tucking it behind his ear, dark eyes flicked up to him with a small smile twitching at full lips. The light of his screen reflected in his eyes. Washed out the spots of pink he saw when that face tilted towards him a touch more when he drifted his fingers over the shell of his ear. Over across his pink cheek when he dropped his hand away with a smile of his own when he brought it down to the mousepad. Clicking on the link of an apartment that he'd seen with the changes in filters. Every time without fail like a few others.

"This place looks nice! What do you think, babe? I don't think it looks too bad! It's constantly popping up in our filters and limits so I mean why not take a look at it? See? Not so bad, right?" He angled the laptop screen towards the black-haired teen next to him allowing for dark eyes to flicker over to the screen. A fast look before they darted away far too quickly when he frowned at his boyfriend. "Come on, Sho, you gotta look longer than that at it! It's not that bad! A little grungy but nothing bad at all! I think it's charming!"

"I don't know about that one, Zashi. Weren't we looking for something that'd be cheaper than that? I mean, the one I'm certainly looking at is shitty but affordable. They're even offering a spare mattress that the previous owners are leaving behind. Which is honestly kind of disgusting to think about, but we just have to face this isn't going to be cheap." Shouta sighed out when he reached up to rub at his eye fiercely. "Nothing about this is cheap. But I don't want to go crazy expensive nor extremely cheap."

"But this place I have right here is a bit close to my moms' place and the rent for it? If you look past the first and last months' rent together along with the deposit on it? Well, I think we could really afford it with a little extra help!" Keeping the screen towards Shouta, he shuffled closer to him. The edge of his laptop hit lightly off of his boyfriend's prompting eyes to dart up to him. A warning scowl before they dropped to the screen. "Just look at it, babe! We could do it with this one! It's in budget and we can easily save for furniture!"

"And how, pray tell, do you think we can continue to easily save up for furniture?" Dry. Sarcastic. He raised his brows when those dark eyes flickered over his screen again with a pursing of his lips. Reading over the screen as he watched Shouta's head tilting slightly when he looked to Shouta's screen then back to his own. "If we do scrape together enough for all of that we won't have enough. How are we going to do furniture? Can you imagine the utility bills? The fact we'll need TV and internet? The devices? Not to mention food-"

The sudden fling of a bedroom door bouncing off a wall rang out in the silent apartment. It had him jumping when he looked up to find Shouta's sister, Suki, rushing out with her arms shoving themselves into a puffy winter coat. It had him blinking as she yanked a hat out of her coat pocket as she then planted her feet apart with her chin jutting out slightly. A tightness to it when he watched her eyes lock onto Shouta with all the defiance a fourteen-year-old could have. "I'm going out!"

"Out?" His eyes flicked to Shouta when the laptop screen clicked shut as a hand reached up to pull it down. He let his gaze dart to Suki only to find her light eyes flicking to him with a pout forming on her lips before they flicked back to her brother. It was odd. As if they were both waiting for the approval of an adult when he looked to Shouta as well. Watching the frown form on his lips as dark brows came together. "Why are you going out? You pestered me about spending time Hizashi and now you're leaving?"

It was amazing the similarities between Shouta and his sister. It was hard to spot it given they hardly remained in a room together long enough to spot it but right now? The eye rolls? The pout forming on Suki's lips the longer she stood there? Even the way her arms crossed? It was all amazing, scarily identical to the black-haired teen next to him. "It makes plenty of sense! I have a thing with a friend I need to take care of! And besides, Zashi isn't leaving anytime soon! Right, Zashi? You said we'd do dinner together!"

Ah, why was it suddenly nerve wracking to have two sets of eyes on him? This was uncomfortable. Is this how Shouta felt at his house? When he bickered with his sisters? When Haru bickered with him over something? He swallowed only to tip his lips up into a smile as he cleared his throat. "I-I mean I'm not spending the night because of your parents coming home But I'll likely still be here when you get back, little listener! But, ah, it all depends on how long Sho wants me to stay! I don't even know if I'm staying for dinne-"

"You're staying!"

"We're going out."

Well. Shit. That certainly didn't help anything when the two of them spoke at once to which he pinched his lips together. The heat in the glares Suki and Shouta aimed at one another were sharp. Jagged enough to cut with a look alone when he let his gaze flick to his laptop screen. He moved his fingers over the mousepad to save the page quickly. Looking up to find two pairs of eyes on him. Shit. Had they said something? "Um, I guess it's ultimately up to Shouta if he, ah, wants to stay in tonight! Though we can take you with us-"

"No! Absolutely not!" The bark of those words had him fighting the urge to sink down in his spot against the couch's armchair when dark eyes flicked away from him. Burning a hole into the fourteen-year-old. Goodness, could he be like that with his own siblings? He wasn't sure he was yet it felt awkward. Almost as if he were being fought over. "You can eat over at your friend's house since you want to go so badly. And if he's still here when you get back then you can say goodbye to Hizashi. I'll walk you to the door."

"You know he's my friend too!" Oh, it was haughty that tone. He found his eyes flicking between Shouta and Suki restlessly when he pinched his lips together. It was strangely riveting as he watched both siblings puffing up when he fought the urge to fidget in his spot with bated breath. What in the world was going on? This hadn't happened before yet there was something to Shouta tonight that felt different. Not possessive but as if he wanted to be alone together. Wanted something from him. "You hog Zashi all the time anyways!"

"Yeah, I do, because he may be your friend but he's my boyfriend, Su. I have some say on what we do in regard to spending time with others so you can suck it up because he'll be on my side anyhow." Shouta then squinted at the fourteen-year-old as she puffed up. "I can hog him all I want. Now move! You said you're hanging out with your friend, aren't you? It's rude to keep people waiting, Su, and you're going to move your ass rather than take back your plans. Now I'll walk you to the door to see you off."

"I can walk just fi-!"

"I. Will. Walk. You. To. The. Door." He blinked when Shouta slid the laptop off of his lap to the coffee table before them with a light thud. The black-haired teen rose up on his feet as he tucked his legs close to the edge of the couch while shuffling to keep his feet out of his way. It had his heart skipping at the growl in his boyfriend's voice. Had his stomach was fluttering nervously when he kept his lips pinched. Shouta flicked his hands towards the small entry way with a huff. "Now walk, Suki."

"You can't tell me what to do! Just because you're older doesn't mean you can tell me what to do, you jerk! I can talk as long as I wa-"

"Walk, Suki!"

"Fine!"

The fourteen-year-old then marched forward with hard steps that felt more like stomps. At least, that's how they seemed with the way the floor trembled with them. Pounding against the floor with long, brisk strides as Shouta made his way in front of him before following after Suki. His own steps hard. Not quite a stomp as they thudded lightly with each step he took. Leaving him alone in the living room when he blinked as both siblings disappeared from view. What in the world had just happened? What triggered that?

It wasn't like Shouta to bicker so heatedly with his younger sister like that. Whenever he had in the past, they normally did it in a mild mannered way. Hardly bickered over people when it was mostly focused on things like clothing or dishes together until they were scowling and snapping. They hardly bickered over him for his boyfriend never really minded letting the fourteen-year-old hang around them the way she did. There was always that playful banter but it had never felt as tension filled as it did now.

There was the undeniable feeling that Shouta really wanted him alone. Wanted to something whether it was taking from him to give back or to do something together. It had his heart skipping when he fidgeted in his spot with a spring in the couch screeching lightly. It was impossible not to hear the hissed conversation at the front door prompting his hands to lift from the keyboard. There was an uncomfortable feeling that he was eavesdropping. Even if he couldn't make out those hissing and scathing words it was awkward.

And so, he moved his hands up to his ears. Turning his hearing aids down until he couldn't hear the conversation so close to him. Giving at least some sense of privacy when he turned his attention back to the screen before him with a deep breath. The apartment on the screen wasn't the worst thing he'd seen so far. The pictures looked authentic without the posh and perfect ones the other pictures had had to them. It was shitty in appearance with tiles peeling in a few pictures offset by the cheerfully painted walls.

A welcoming, soft sunshine yellow on the walls. The carpet held frayed strings yet the soft lace curtains could pull the eyes away from them. However, nothing could pull the attention away from a few chips and deep chunks taken out the counters from what a few pictures showed him. While the stove and fridge looked nice, if a bit outdated, he had to admit he liked the looks of it. Even the dark brown tiles of a hallway that gave way to the thin carpeting of the living room. What made it better was he could see themselves in it.

It was homey while being absolutely awful. But it was tempting to check it out. What could hurt? That it was worse than the pictures led him to believe? He could deal with it. Shouta could deal with it. They had agreed, after all, that they didn't need a perfect apartment. They didn't need something small and posh and cute. They merely needed a one bedroom and one bath place to live in. To look for a pull-out couch or a few futons for visitors. Other than that? They merely wanted to find somewhere affordable.

Somewhere that wouldn't leave them drowning in debt as they looked over college options. Something Nemuri was insisting they look into even if they didn't go for it as she currently declared an interest in getting a teaching certificate. He had to applaud Nemuri in that regard. Teaching and Pro-Hero work? It was an interesting combo. He himself was already bringing in decent money by running his station on the radio that was, quite honestly, doing beautifully. Then there was his Pro-Hero work.

It all weighed on him more than enough to even think of changing one out for a teaching job. Rolling his fingers over the mouse pad, he tapped lightly at it where he then put in a request for an appointment for a walk in. To look at everything up close. After typing in the familiar information of his, he clicked on the confirm button with a quiet hum. Fingers then tapped on the top of his head causing his throat to squeeze as his heart jumped up to it. Pounding viciously when he jerked his head back to look up.

Relaxing when he found Shouta standing against the arm of the couch. Twitching at the sudden snap back of his head to which Shouta stepped away. Brows lifted up when those dark eyes flicked over him before hands came up to tap at ears lightly. He blinked before letting out a breath as he lifted his hands up to touch his hearing aids. Turning their volume back up when he dropped his hands back down. Closing the browser, he then shut the laptop screen to push it off onto the coffee table in front of him.

Then he happily held his hands out before curling his fingers a few times. Beckoning his boyfriend closer until a sigh left the black-haired teen with those full lips twitching slightly. And then he was stepping forward, hands reaching out past his to grab at his shoulders when there was a second of hesitance before he rested his hands on Shouta's waist. Tugging at him lightly with a shift in his seat with a nod. There was a look of hesitance to him before he climbed onto his lap with arms curling around his shoulders.

And sighing out, he wrapped his own around that slim waist. Resting his hands on his lower back when Shouta squirmed closer before he was sitting comfortably in his lap. Fingers then tugged at his small ponytail to which he happily tipped his head back to catch his gaze happily. It had lips tilting up in a smile that got him one of those soft, shy ones from his boyfriend. A smile that melted him to his core when he squeezed Shouta tightly to him with a chuckle when fingers pulled at his ponytail again before working it down.

"So, dinner?"

"Dinner."

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Winter was awful. As pretty as the snow piled up on the corners of streets and backyards, he had to admit he hated walking outside during it. Shouta, on the other hand, seemed too delighted skimming the tips of his fingers over the snowdrifts. Gathering small fistfuls of snow to squeeze into small snowballs that he then flicked at him. It had been a silent fight between them with their tiny snowballs flicked at one another. A tiny snowball fight until they finally reached a smaller diner that was always a nice pick.

With the setting sun, the wind tore right through his thick coat. Through his scarf effortlessly. It was only in the heat of the diner that had him realizing just how frigid it was outside. How it bit him to the bone. But watching the way Shouta's eyes locked out the window when a flurry of snowflakes attacked the window? It had him smiling to himself. Earned him a kick that then lead to that tight little smirk from Shouta. Dinner had gone rather quickly with a cup of coffee guzzled by Shouta and his own iced tea being drained.

Quiet conversation was given while they picked and ate until Shouta was hinting -well, suggesting - that they headed back to the apartment. That his mother and stepfather would be there soon. Meaning the privacy they would have when they got there would be minimized. He had happily replied with those playful rejections until he was pulling his wallet out. A scowl aimed his way despite the way those full lips twitched. Threatening to curl up into that smug smirk of his. As if Shouta knew he'd win in the end.

It was just as awful going back out into the cold than it had been the first time. It tore through his defenses rather effortlessly as they trudged back towards the building with those small snowballs flicked at him. It wasn't too far to walk as he flicked those small snow balls back. But it wasn't a surprise when he found the back of Shouta's gloved hand nudging at his. He happily offered his own gloved hand with fingers weaving together awkwardly. Inched closer to his side to keep their arms from stretching out too far.

He clung to the black-haired teen's hand as he watched his breath plume as he chattered at him. Fingers clutched at his hand with a strength that he was more than happy to return as he let his arm brush against Shouta's. Watching lips tip up into a soft smile with squeezes being given with that close proximity. It was absolutely frigid outside with that wind chill but he truly didn't pay it mind. Not when he had Shouta acting as a weak, small heater against him. When he knew he'd be warm in a handful of minutes.

Throughout it all, he hadn't been able to shake the feeling that Shouta wanted him. From the time Suki left to the time he was bundled up then out the door it was there. That nagging, pricking insistence that Shouta wanted something. That despite the meal he was devouring like his life depended on it that it was there. The way those dark eyes flicked away when he tried to catch them. How he seemed to shift restlessly as he ate. The pink spots blooming over his cheeks in the diner that he'd written off as the warmth.

Written off the red blush they'd deepened into when they'd left to step back into the freezing cold. He wasn't stupid. Couldn't be. Even if he had failed many times in his life to read context clues, there was something undeniable about the ones he got now. The quiet insistence that his boyfriend wanted something from him. Wanted it but didn't know how to say it just yet. And he was more than content to let Shouta scrape his words together as they walked home. More than time to gather words to say what he wanted.

And so, he happily tugged on the cat ears of that brown hat of Shouta's to which he then got tugs on his scarf in return. The snowballs aimed at his cheeks with that mocking of his facial hair. The fascination he saw when he stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend in response. It was amazing what one tongue piercing could do. It was relatively fresh but God knows it never failed to make his heart jump when he saw those eyes lock onto it. Widening slightly as if reminded of its appearance whenever he flashed it.

Just like the gages he'd begun to use for his first holes in his earlobes. When he added to the existing piercings with a fourth one on each lobe. However, Shouta seemed to delight in making fun of his facial hair that he was experimenting with. He saw nothing wrong with the beard he was shaping nor the mustache with it. However, it was something he happily returned to his boyfriend by poking fun at his scruffy appearance. Pointing out his thickening black stubble on his cheeks and chin. His upper lip as well.

All of it used for that playful banter as he held onto Shouta's hand when he was yanked into the elevators. And, just like he had countless times, there was a tug on his hand prompting him to focus as he blinked himself out of his thoughts. Letting his gaze focus on the image of them reflected on the shiny elevator doors under that brilliant light above them. Distorted. He then let his gaze flick to Shouta to find that blush smothering itself over his cheeks as lashes fluttered in a fast blink. Darting away from him.

It took him a moment to realize the elevator was quickly approaching his floor. There was a sleek stop followed by that cheerful ding that had him swallowing. What was it that Shouta wanted from him when they got there? What would he say? Did he point blank confront the strange energy surrounding them? Question what the bickering with Suki was about? Or did he merely let Shouta bridge that gap? Answer those questions himself? But what if the black-haired teen was waiting for him to bring it up?

It was why those dark eyes kept daring away from him, wasn't it? The pink blush on his cheeks now? The hand clutching at his own with a strength he didn't need to use? The doors slid open sleekly to which Shouta stepped forward quickly to tug at him as he stumbled after him into the hallway. He then began tugging at the glove of his free hand with his teeth. Whatever he was about to walk into, it was better to get layers off now, wasn't it? His heart sprinted sickeningly against his chest as he got his glove off.

The hand in his tightened on his as they rushed down the hallway. He let his gaze flick to the walls around them with their silver and gold numbers shining in the hallway lighting. And then the hand in his slowly moving away as they came to a stop. Swallowing, he pulled that glove off to shove both into his pockets before reaching up for his hat. Watching as Shouta pulled the keys from his pocket. Jingling cheerfully against one another, there was a metallic click as the front door key slid into the lock.

Twisting the key with another click, the door was then eased open only to have his boyfriend pause. Looking at him once more with that odd look to his gaze. As if he were waiting for him to say something. As if he were the one with the strange energy all afternoon long. As if he had been the one squirming in the diner to get back home. As if he had been the one bickering with Aimi and Hana to get them out. It had his heart jumping to his throat leaving him speechless for a moment. What did he say now?

More importantly, what did he do? How did he start the conversation? Clearing his throat, he reached up to begin unwinding his scarf as he smiled at his boyfriend. "So, ah, what do you want to do now? I know you said your mother and stepfather are coming home soon and my moms' are expecting to pick me up soon! Is there, um, something you want to do? It's cold as bitch so I think I need a few minutes to defrost! What about you, babe? Do you want to look at apartments again? Or would you rath- Jesus! Shouta!"

A hand shot out grabbing at him. Dragging at his arm forcing him to run forward as Shouta flew forward into the darkened apartment with a sharp click from the door. Scraping as the key was yanked out quickly as he stumbled over the threshold only for the door to be nudged open. Slammed shut when he was being pushed back against it with a deafening thud. It had his heart pounding when hands pressed to the door. What? What was this? The close proximity to Shouta when full lips trembled slightly. "I- Zashi?"

"Ye-Yeah? What's up?" He hated the shrill pitch to his voice when Shouta fidgeted in front of him. Dark eyes flicking away as those trembling lips pressed together tightly with hands shifting on the door. A scrape of the keys against it when eyes flicked back to meet his own. Nervous? Excited? It was hard to read them in the dim lighting when he felt a shift from Shouta that resulted in the black-haired teen pressing up against him lightly. Hesitant. What was going on? What was with this sudden boldness from Shouta?

"I've been thinking about something. O-Or rather I've been thinking about, ah, trying something with you I guess would be better to say?" He blinked at the way those dark eyes flicked away from him again when they came back to him. There was a shuffle before his breath wheezed out of him when there was a clang as the house keys were dropped. Squirming at the tight press of Shouta moving to essentially pin him to the front door as a quiet metallic click rang out. "Wo-Would you want to try something? A new step?"

Oh? Oh, is this what he'd been wanting? What he'd been dancing around saying all afternoon long? It had his heart sprinting against his chest as his stomach dropped with a vicious flutter when he struggled to control his next breath. Keep it from hitching when he felt a tingle of heat rush up to his cheeks. He shuffled hesitantly before reaching out to grab at Shouta's coat. "What would, ah, this be? We've already got handjobs an-and blowjobs down pat, don't we? What more is there that you'd wanna do with me, babe?"

"I-" Choked. How could one single word be so choked? It had him tightening his grips on the fistful of coat in his hands when he wrapped an arm around his waist to lift the other up. Brushing fingertips over the blush there smothering itself over his cheeks with its blotchy red hue. He reached up to tug the cat eared hat off of his head causing hair to ruffle. Sit messily as he dropped it down to bring his fingers back to that red cheek. How important could this step possibly be? "Zashi, I want to-"

"It's okay! Take your time, Sho! There's no rush to say it right this second." Brushing his fingers along his cheek, he slid his hand to cup it. Press his palm against that red cheek as he slid his thumb along his cheek bone beneath that widening eye. Shouta had never been good at verbalizing his wants. His needs. What he wanted to have in the moment for fear it made him greedy. There was a subtle press of that cheek against his palm as Shouta's face tipped into it with eyes darting away from him.

"I feel like I-I shouldn't need to ask at this point. That we can just do things with it being thi-this big thing you know? Especially with everything else." Shouta fidgeted from foot to foot when he caught the faint sound of a swallow when hands came up to flutter nervously before dropping between them. As if he had wanted to grab onto him yet stopped himself. "I-I want you to, um, finger me? It's- I've done it myself an-and I want- I want you to do it. It's- God, I don't want to ask you to do it to me but I-"

"I'll do it!" Dark eyes flicked back to him as they widened again only to look away once more when he tried to swallow down that awe he felt. Admiring just how pretty a blushing, nervous Shouta could be. He watched full lips part before pinching together when he pressed his palm firmly to Shouta's red cheek. "Honestly, I know you don't want to ask but I like that you do! It's adorable! To know what you want from me is a relief! To know we can be on the same page about something? It's good, babe!"

"Mmm." He felt fingers then come up to tug at his scarf lightly when he swore that blush deepen. It was then he felt another fidget when those dark eyes flicked up to him again. There was a smolder to them that flickered at him before it was gone with a blink. Gone but he'd seen it. It was more than enough to get his heart sprinting against his chest as his stomach dropped when lips parted once again with a trembling breath being taken. "So then, you're really okay with this? Wi-With doing this with me?"

"I think you should know by now, Shouta, that I'm more than okay with doing this! With doing anything with you like this, okay?" Fingers grabbed at his scarf to begin tugging insistently to begin unwinding it as he felt his glasses slip down his nose slightly when he smiled at his boyfriend. Reaching up to pull at the purple scarf wrapped around his throat that inadvertently pulled Shouta closer to him briefly. There was a stuttered breath when he licked his lips. "To know you want me to touch you? That's fucking hot, babe."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

So close. Shouta was close, close, close to him. The grip on his scarf was tugged at again coaxing his head to dip down as the toes of Shouta's boot nudged at his own. Pressing up against him as he tugged at that purple scarf before unwinding it from around his boyfriend's throat and shoulders. Letting it pool down at their feet as he moved his hands to grab the frigid metal zipper of his coat. Pulling it down as hands pulled at his scarf once again. Pulling at him insistently. The sight of full lips parting with that silent tremble?

The lashes that seemed to dip lower with each blink? It had his heart sprinting in his chest when there was another tug followed by that scarf of his to slip free down the right side, yet he happily ignored it. Leaning in, he caught those parted lips in a kiss that had gloved hands coming up to cup his face with their rough fabric. Scratching lightly at his skin sent a light shiver over him as he worked down Shouta's coat zipper. Pushing at it when he felt shoulders wiggling to help ease it down until it fell in a heap behind him.

His lips were chapped from the cold outside, holding a light chill to them, yet they were so plush beneath his own. Melting against his own with each slide as hands brushed over his cheeks before dropping down to tug the gloves off. Coming up to pull at the zipper of his coat as it caught once, twice, before it was being eased down. Shrugging his shoulders, the coat managed to slip down awkwardly given his pinned position against the front door as fingers brushed up along his cheeks again. A light caress over them.

They moved back to tuck his hair behind his ears after giving playful tugs to them. Brushed carefully over the edges of his ears sending tingles down his back when lips pressed themselves firmly to his own. The quiet whispering as they moved together broken up by the occasional smack was deafening in the small entry way. Fingers twisted hesitantly into his hair as he slid his hands down along his boyfriend's waist. Twisted closer to him when he slipped his fingers under the hem of his sweater eagerly.

Moving along the warmth of his waist where he happily spread his hands out. Soaking in that warmth. Shouta shuddered against him from the chill of his hands, no doubt, when a trembling sigh fanned over his cheek. He couldn't help a sigh of his own as fingers tugged lightly at his hair. Another hit of a booted foot against his. Pulling back from the kiss with a light smack, he then leaned in to feather kisses over that red face. Down along his jaw where the stubble scratched at his lips lightly as he fidgeted.

Kicking at his boots awkwardly with the tight space as lips attacked his own cheek when he grunted lightly. Kicking at a boot sending it flying from them with a thud against the floor. Or was it the wall? He didn't know. Couldn't see for those lips were finding his own again to pull him into another kiss. Feeding into the fanning of that warmth under his skin as he began kicking at his other boot with his foot. Felt a similar movement against him when a boot thudded away from them as Shouta wobbled.

He tightened his hands on his waist as he got his left boot off as lips slid against his. It was much harder than movies made it look. Those smutty romance books he'd glimpsed over made it seem. He slid his hands along the curve of his waist before bringing them to the skin of his lower back. Sweeping them up had Shouta arching against him with a sharp breath fanning over his warming cheek. He had meant his words. There was nothing he loved more than when Shouta asked him if he was okay with something.

When he would state what he wanted, no matter how awkward or hesitant it was. To hear verbally that his boyfriend wanted him? Wanted him to touch him? Possibly even needed him too? It was a bolt of heat like no other. There was a light tug on his hair as lips moved against his with that firm press to his own. Slow. It was a smolder with its heat as he slid hands along Shouta's back. A tremble to them from the excitement clawing its way through him. The warmth swelling lazily under his skin with its smolder.

There was a grunt followed by a boot being kicked at where it flew off with a thud. Hands left his hair to brush along his cheeks then. Coming down to squeeze his shoulders before they slid to his chest had his heart hammering wildly against it. His stomach knotting before dropping as he moved his own hands down. Following along the curve of Shouta's waist as the black-haired teen pressed against him. Kept him tight to the door before the kiss broke with a light smack. Trembling breaths fanned over his tingling lips.

So, so loud those breaths were. Fingers twisted into the material of his pale sweater before lips pressed to his. Again, again, again in short kisses that had him hungry for more. To have those lips stay on his yet a step back was taken as his sweater was tugged at. And then Shouta was pulling back where they flew into a frenzy to get boots shoved away and coats, scarves, hung up as hats were ripped off of heads with gloves scooped up. Dropping then picking up items became an occurrence due to shaking hands.

Once everything was successfully picked up then put away hands reached out to him. Coaxing him forward. He didn't need a single one to rush forward to grab at Shouta's outstretched hands. Rushing forward down the small entry way to the living room with hands pulling while he ran after him had his heart skipping. Had his legs shaking lightly at the excitement twisting into him. Down the small hallway that gave way to the three small bedroom. He was yanked into Shouta's bedroom with a stumble over his feet.

He caught his footing when he reached behind him to shut the door behind him only to find himself pinned up against it. Just like the front door. He had not a complaint as the hook was latched into place allowing for hands to come down on his chest. Fanning out over his sweater as he dipped his head down as Shouta leaned up. Finding those lips effortlessly as he wrapped his arms around the black-haired teen's waist. His heart jumped up to his throat when hands slid from his chest to move downwards.

Lips moving with a renewed energy and heat with that firm press. It had him melting against the door as he slid his hands along the curve of his waist towards his lower back. Loving the shiver, it earned him as hands made contact with his waist. Restless as they tugged at the hem of his sweat before sliding those chilled hands beneath it. A shudder ran down his back that had fingers spreading against his skin before they swept up his sides. His breath caught in his throat with each caress given to his sides.

It had him squirming instinctively. Tingles racing under his warming skin as he moved his hands up Shouta's back in response. Following along the center of it causing a sharp exhale to fan over his cheek as he dragged his nails lightly over his shoulder blades. A quiet sound left his boyfriend when he twisted against him. The kisses traded effortlessly held a trace of that growing heat. That passion he's come to recognize effortlessly. Immediately. He happily returned it as he slid his hands along Shouta's back.

A soft whisper of his palms moving over the skin. Felt the hands on his sides recreating each caress and sweep of his hands with nails grazing over his skin in teasing caresses. God, he loved it. There was a pent-up energy to the black-haired teen and he couldn't help but wonder how long Shouta had been sitting on this. Had it come up the more they'd been diving into the sexual aspects of their relationship? He had to admit that whenever they did have a moment alone together that cloths were being shed quickly.

Hands dipping beneath pants and under shirts. Make-outs that were losing their innocent heat the longer it went on for they'd change for something hotter. Frantic. As if there was never enough time for them to get into it before someone or something came along. And he hated it. Hated that there was always something tearing them apart seconds after a handjob or blowjob. There was never time to indulge in a few kisses or to humor another round to fully satisfy that desire. That hunger that always flickered back to life.

Insatiable. Always twisting closer together only for knocks and voices to tear them apart when hands began reaching again. Lips pressing their kisses to flushed skin only to be torn apart just as that heat flickered. It was maddening. And it was horrible, but it was utterly tempting to take Nemuri up on her offer. Where she would leave her apartment for a few hours to give them time together if they cleaned up afterwards. But the way Shouta's poor face had turned red? The mortification in that warning glare kept him from taking it.

From doing what they both wanted yet he knew how Shouta felt. It felt wrong to take advantage of a friend's home just to hook up for something as simple as a handjob or blowjob. But fuck him, it was tempting. And as he stood against the door behind him, lips attacking him with that passionate heat? That hunger he could feel bleeding into it with increasing intensity? Well, he knew if they didn't find somewhere to move in to or take Nemuri up on her offer he'd go crazy. Swore Shouta would rip his hair out.

For, sure, he knew they could invest in a hotel. A motel, even, just to do something for the night but was it worth it? If they gave in to take that final step and had sex, what would they do then? If they never got a moment alone after giving in? It'd be agony. He knew it would be. And he just couldn't do that to either of them no matter how much he wanted to hear Shouta give in. To tell him he wanted to take that step no matter where it was. It was awful searching for a place, but they'd find it. They just had too.

Nails dragged over his sides tore him out of his thoughts. Shook them away as he whined at his boyfriend with a squirm as those tingles raced under his skin. Arching forward away from the door as hands slid down towards his waist as if to wipe away the tingles his nails left behind. Lips slid with that heat, that passion, as hands swept back up his sides. Sending another wave of tingles to feed into that warmth under his skin that was growing hot, hot, hot. Feeding into the low twist of desire in his stomach.

Creating an ache he was too familiar with it. Sliding his hands down Shouta's back got him arching forward against him. Had his arched back pinned against the door once again as nails danced over his skin in teasing grazes. He grabbed at Shouta's waist with a drag of his own nails over the skin earning him a shudder. A quiet sound. It fed right into that mounting heat as he bent slightly to wrap a hand around to the back of Shouta's right thigh. Lifting his leg up to wrap around his waist when he bent back down.

Grabbing at his left thigh. And he lifted the black-haired teen up with a yelp. Lips broke away from his with a gasp as he adjusted his grip on his boyfriend before rushing over towards the bed. There was a warmth as that breath fanned over his lips before full ones were coming down on his. Hands twisting into his hair as he flew across the floor only to fly forward onto the bed. It bounced at the impact of weight as Shouta grunted up at him when he flew forward. Hands, however, kept him tightly against him.

Kept those lips crushed to his own as he stood at the edge of the bed. He then pushed at Shouta, releasing his hold on his thighs only for legs to wrap around his waist. A new move that he found himself loving more and more each time it took place. He climbed up with a bit of difficulty as he grunted under his breath before getting them both up onto the bed. The blanket rustled under him when fingers pulled at his hair as he moved his lips with Shouta's. Loving how plush they were against his own.

Softer from that moisture gathering from the kisses traded. Slick. It had lips crushing themselves fervently against his with legs tightening around his waist. Heels digging into his lower back as hands and arms clutched him down close to him. Fuck, it burned him up. The warmth was almost too much. Swelling under his skin as it threatened to burst into flames. Inching closer to it with each kiss traded as nails scratched over his scalp. That ache twisted into him fiercely as it happily spread down to include his groin.

It had his thighs pressing together much like the ones against his waist. Squeezing. His face burned with a rush of heat when he felt his dick twitch with that excitement. The thought that -while it was certainly something they could have done sooner than this- he'd be doing something more. That he'd be fingering the black-haired teen rather than merely pinching or touching. It had his blood burning as his dick twitched again when fingers yanked at his hair. Shouta squirmed beneath him as thighs rubbed against his waist.

A restless wriggle that had him leaning forward onto his left forearm. Moving his right hand along his boyfriend's thigh caused him to squirm beneath him again. He swept his hand along it from the top to his knee causing his legs to tighten around his waist when he felt a twitch against his thigh. It had heat flashing in a dizzying burst under his skin when he pressed his lips fiercely to Shouta's. Moving quickly with that lust bleeding into the kiss. The hunger behind it as he listened to the smacks of their kisses.

Deafening. Fast breaths rushed over hot cheeks as his heart thudded against his chest. Hard, solid beats that seemed to increase in speed with each hit. It had those emotions twisting through him with each beat his heart gave until he was restless. His hands shaking lightly in their places. Threw himself into kissing the black-haired teen the way he wanted. The silent plea for him too. It had him pressing his lips harder to those full ones earning himself a quiet sound from his boyfriend. An eager huff of a noise.

Nails dragged over his scalp with a sharp tug to his hair that had him shuddering against Shouta. Fed down into another twitch of his dick as he felt hips arching up to press against his own. That idle rocking up against him had his feet fidgeting with that delight as he happily followed in with that rocking. Holding himself tightly against the black-haired teen with a groan slipping past him fingers twisted then tugged at his hair. Tingles raced down his back with each pull until hands were pulling out of his hair.

Dropping down to slide between them to grab at his sweater to tug it up from his waist. The fabric bunching up into his hands with each pull. The cooler air of the room attacked his skin with each inch revealed yet he didn't mind it one bit. It had him shuddering as his shirt was pulled at. Allowing Shouta to bunch it up until he slid his hand from its resting place on Shouta's thigh. Reaching up to push that dark sweater of Shouta's up, up, up. Brushing his fingers along the skin feeling the muscles jump and quiver.

Squirming under his touch as a sharp exhale rushed over his cheek. A shiver ran over the black-haired teen as hips moved quicker. Abandoning that idle rocking for a proper one. Pressing up against him fiercely had his toes curling as he groaned quietly into the kiss when he fought that quiet urge to suggest they try that French kissing again. Fighting the urge to ask if Shouta really didn't want to try again? Now that they had more experience? He swallowed it down as he moved his lips with that undercurrent of urgency.

The eagerness that had the heat under his skin raking up with the insistence he needed to do something about it. To feed and satisfy it. Hands tugged at his sweater again prompting him to break the kiss with a smack as he leaned back. Pushing up with a grunt to sit back on his heels as legs tightened around his waist. Lashes fluttered up revealing those dark eyes that smoldered with that heat. It had his stomach flipping excitedly when he reached down to grab the hem of his sweater. Yanking it up over his head.

Abandoning it off the side of the bed, he watched that dark sweater of Shouta's come up and off. Naturally, there was some difficulty given his laying position. And God, if he wasn't a damn cliché as Nemuri always said he was. He loved nothing more than to see a shirtless Shouta. The confidence he had now with taking it off when they were alone together like this as compared to the shyness. Although, he knew that despite the confidence that it could still be the case Shouta was nervous. Shy. Self-conscious about it still.

Old doubts didn't just go away and self-conscious thoughts were always a given. But fuck him if he couldn't stare at his boyfriend with all the awe he had the first time they'd done it. Stare at him as if it was the very first time he was seeing him shirtless. Legs jerked around his waist to pull him forward to which he wobbled before letting himself do so. Hands shooting out to hit the bed as he hovered over the black-haired teen. Dark eyes smoldering with that heat as Shouta looked up at him from under lashes.

The blush smothering itself over his cheeks as full lips parted slightly. Fingers drifted over his shoulders over his skin where they slid down to fan out over his chest. He swallowed when a hand brushed over his heart. The skin had to be throbbing from that vicious, pounding beat, right? There's no way it didn't. It was awful to think it when he dipped his head down to pepper kisses over that flushed cheek softly. Along his jaw earning him a soft noise when he came up to nip at that full bottom lip lightly when Shouta squirmed.

He really wished Shouta wouldn't keep himself so quiet. Wouldn't muffle the sounds he knew had to be amazing to hear. It was a touch disappointing but he knew why Shouta kept himself quiet after he had asked quite a few times. It was all connected to that mortification. The embarrassment connected to making those sounds. He could understand that better than anything that anyone could find a moan embarrassing. To make such a sound along with those whines and whimpers? The groans? To hear yourself making them?

Given the rather reserved person Shouta was -the shyness he wouldn't admit too- it would take a bit of time and effort to open him up. And when he did? When he got to hear that deep voice of his whining? Whimpering out incoherent phrases? Moaning his name the way he had during their handjob? Well, it'd be worth it. So, so worth it. For now, he'd take even a muffled sound from his boyfriend if he could get it out of him. He gave another nip to his bottom lip before moving up to press a light kiss to his top lip.

And there was nothing he loved more than to feel lips closing against his bottom lip in a kiss. There was a brush of those hands moving from his chest down towards his stomach. Towards his sides where they swept up them only to curve towards his back as he squirmed with a whine. He pulled back before coming down to cover those full lips properly. So warm. It was so, so warm. Nails grazed over his back sending a wave of tingles down it. His dick twitched excitedly as hips arched up once again beneath him.

Giving another of those firm presses before they began rocking against him. Falling in tune with that rocking, he couldn't help shuddering at the feeling of a twitch against him. The heat blistered through his veins as hands traveled over his back. Breaths rasped through his nose with a tremble much like the ones fanning over his cheek. His glasses slipped down his nose slightly as he rocked his hips against Shouta's delightedly with an awkward little stutter to them. Shuddering when nails dragged over his lower back.

Up it. It had him arching down with a whine leaving him as he felt his dick give a volley of twitches. Felt Shouta twisting up against him with his back arching off the bed. Arms and legs tightened around him. He slid his hand along his waist up to that small space provided by that back arch. Sliding his hand up it had his boyfriend squirming against him as a sharp breath was taken. Shuddering as it fanned out over his hot cheek when he dragged his nails across Shouta's lower back. Loving the squirm it got him.

How thighs squeezed against his waist with a strength that had him moaning out quietly. Shudders racing up his back from the subtle little display when he felt that rush. That twitch of his dick giving way as he whined out again into the kiss. He couldn't explain the awkwardness. The painful self-consciousness he felt when he got hard around Shouta. As if to counter act it, the light tremble to those hands sliding over his back seemed to coax him into relaxing. Chasing away that worry as another whine left him.

Nails dragged over his shoulder blades as lips attacked his in a delightful frenzy. Lust. Hunger. The passion behind it all. The way they moved fervently against his with that hard press that promised to make his lips tingle when they pulled away. Make them swell. It had him happily returning the energy of that kiss back at his boyfriend who let out a small groan under his breath. Legs squeezed around his waist again as hands slid along his back to come up to his shoulders. Arms moving to accommodate the change.

And those blunt edge of nails dragged over his shoulders as he listened to the breaths coming faster. Shorter. It moved his hips against Shouta's happily as his hardening dick twitched excitedly. Then he felt a hesitant nudge of those hips against him. A thrust? Or a change? He didn't know but God if it didn't have him burning up. Freezing as he clung to his boyfriend instinctively. And then hands were pushing at his shoulders lightly to break the kiss again. It had him swallowing a whine of protest at breaking the kiss.

Hating that it stopped so soon after restarting it when he opened his eyes. He looked down as he moved his hand from its position under Shouta's lower back. Pressing it to the mattress like the other. Shuddering when he locked onto Shouta's gaze with a stumble to his heart. The heat in that gaze had him squirming as hips rocked up against him with a tightening of legs around him. It had been hidden easily under the collar of his sweater and hoodie. Easy to miss if it wasn't brought up. Easy to find if they knew where to look.

The soft blue mark grazing over Shouta's collar bone had his eyes riveted. An identical one next to it. God, that had been an attempt as they stepped into hickeys. He blinked when hands tightened on his shoulders prompting him to look up at that flushed face. The deep red smothering itself over cheeks as lips parted with a silent movement. As if his voice had been cut off before speaking when his eyes darted away briefly. So pretty Shouta was with his hair sprawled out on the bed. On a pillow or the blanket.

When he could see that chest fluttering up and down with his quick, shallow breaths. The wrinkle between his brows as they came together or the small scrunch to his nose that was far too easy to miss at a distance. God, he absolutely loved his boyfriend. Loved Shouta desperately. He was happy that it was ultimately Shouta he had ended up with like this. It drove him crazy to think he'd never have seen this sight. Experienced it. And then those dark eyes were flicking back up to him with a breath being taken.

"I-I have to get it. The lube, I mean! Yo-You can do what you want, um, clothes wise? If you want to, ah, keep them on? I can't- I mean it's not exactly comfort with, uh, clothes on? And I don't want to waste clean clothes so late in the day!" A babble. Uncertain. It was rather cute to hear the black-haired teen babble the way he was when he shifted back as legs began to slacken. Pulling away when he watched that Adam's Apple bob. "I just need you to listen to me whi-while we do it? I've done it a couple times but-"

"You're more experienced! I get it, babe, so don't stress it, okay? You just tell me what to do and I'll listen to you so make sure to tell me if it hurts?" There was a fidget from Shouta then when he took a breath to calm that nervousness as he swallowed himself. "I've never, ah, done it myself as you obviously know! But just, um, tell me what you want me to do and if you want me to strip with you I can! I-I don't think- I mean, have we been like that? Fully naked together? It can be like a-a step! If that makes sense!"

"Ye-Yeah, yeah it does! Can you get off? So, I can-" Shouta's hands then moved in the direction to the edge of the bed. He blinked once, twice, before it clicked for him that he had to move to which he felt a rush of heat hit his face. He scrambled from between Shouta's legs as they uncurled from his waist. Shuffling to climb off the bed, Shouta moved forward to lean towards his bedside table. His hand was shaking when it tugged the drawer open to push a few items around a bit aimlessly. Was he stalling?

"Um, so no clothes then? Or should- No, no I think I should, uh, keep my pants on? It's a bit too risky to take everything off, isn't it? I don't want your family or something to catch me naked in your room, you know? Last thing I want to do is traumatize anyone, you know? So, um, pants stay on for me! But, ah, you on the other hand?" God, his face was uncomfortably hot. Boiling. It had to be as red as poor Shouta's as he dug around his drawer. Stalling. "You just get comfortable? I won't look if that helps?"

"Zashi, you've literally seen my dick before. I don't think I-I care much if you see me fully naked or not because it's going to happen eventually, right? If I have to wait a little longer to see you fully naked then that's fine." Ah. It was sickening the way his heart stumbled fed into a stomach flip when Shouta's red face turned away. Pulling out the lube, he could see a small indent in it. Other than that, it was perfectly full. "Just, um, if you want to look away then you can. Just know I don't care either way what you do."

"Okay!"

Jerking his head in a nod, he shuffled back a step to scoop up his sweater abandoned on the floor. Balling it up in his hands when he instinctively dropped his gaze away from Shouta as he stood. Biting at his inner cheek, he fidgeted on his feet before lifting a foot up to rub at his calf. Letting his gaze lift up, he swallowed that odd urge to squeak at the sight of fingers curling into the waistband of pants. A shuddering breath was taken when he looked away quickly in response to the dark eyes flicking to him hesitantly.

He pressed his lips together as he twisted his fingers into his balled-up sweater. The tips of his ears burned with the heat of his blush. His cheeks throbbed lightly from the intensity of that uncomfortable heat burning there. He swallowed when he let his gaze flick back to Shouta when he heard a rustle. It had his heart jumping into his throat making it tight as he sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes were glued to the side of pants being worked down revealing inch by inch his legs. Thickening and bulking up.

His stomach that was slowly toning up from his patrols. His work out sessions he'd been working on lately. it was an odd delight at the sight. Shouta had been gradually but steadily drifting from the slender proportions he had months ago. Back before he'd started building up his muscle mass. Much like his black hair that had steadily crept past his jaw to hang just above his shoulders much like his own. It was aweing to see the changes. He bit at his inner cheek as he watched the fabric being pulled down over his knees.

Down his calves to his ankles where he stumbled as he tugged the bunched-up fabric of his pants and boxers. It had his stomach dropping then flipping as he fidgeted in place. He was all too aware of the situation. That he was shirtless in Shouta's room. It was warm. Shouta was stripping down naked before him in a way he had been dreaming about for God knows how long. Asking him to touch him in a way he'd only begun to fantasize about. It had him hot. Standing there watching the fabric being tugged at.

Shouta stumbled again with a curse to which he reached out instinctively to grab his shoulders. Steadying him. There was a shuddering breath taken as the clothing was bunched up into a loose pile that went on his bedside table with his sweater. And it was by far the most amazing sight when Shouta straightened up. His gaze flicked over his boyfriend's flushed face before he looked down instinctively. Looking over the wiry, black curls on his chest down towards his stomach. Down to his thighs that were fidgeting with a rub.

Flicking to the dusting of dark hair beneath his navel down it until it began thickening into the chaotic, wild black curls of pubic hair. To his twitching, half hard erection. The fidget to his hands as they hovered with twitches of his fingers. As if he wanted to reach out yet stopped himself from doing it. Leaving them shaking near his stomach like his own. It was damn near intimidating with how attractive one person could be. How much attraction Shouta could hold for him. He swore nothing held his attention like Shouta.

God, if he didn't keep his jaw slightly tight that it'd have dropped. A cliché reaction he refused to have brought up later as Shouta teased him. There was- How did he explain it later? How did he say it to himself now? To be alone with Shouta in his room like this? It was a new situation that had his hands shaking as they held onto his shoulders. It felt far more intense than their French kissing attempt. Then the handjob. Then the blowjobs they gave freely now. It was different yet he couldn't pin exactly why it was.

Why did the sudden lack of clothing suddenly make everything feel so, so different? It's not as if he had never seen Shouta naked before in the locker rooms. He had. Oh, he'd tried his best to keep his eyes down like Shouta had but his eyes had flicked up instinctively once or twice. Only for him to force them down but he couldn't lie. Couldn't say that he hadn't gotten a few glimpses of the black-haired teen. Shaking hands reached out to brush over his waist lightly only to jerk away instinctively when he jumped.

When his breath hitched in with that surprise. Was it different because this was Shouta's room? Because, while he'd had glimpses, that he never got to truly see? Admire it? Or was he simply overwhelmed by all of that skin? So much that was so pale? Even if he knew they were areas he had seen countless times. Areas he touched countless times. And yet, as he gawked at his boyfriend, he could confirm and sing praises of the beauty Shouta held. An unbearable one that had his heart squeezing in his chest.

There was so much that he had touched before. So much that he'd seen yet his hands itched for the chance to touch all of him. Admire him while he had the moment to do so yet he knew it wouldn't be enough. Not enough time to touch all that he could and see it all. Moving his hands from Shouta's scrunching shoulders, he brushed his fingers down his upper arms. Shaking hands on his waist slid up his sides. Pulled at him coaxing him to close that small gap as Shouta moved backwards hesitantly.

Pulling his hands away from his waist to climb up onto the bed as he eagerly jumped up after him onto it when the lube was pushed into his hand. It was chilly in his palm, yet he couldn't think about it when hands were grabbing at his shoulders. Coaxing him to twist closer towards Shouta. He moved closer as the black-haired teen leaned back until he was sliding along the blankets beneath them. Laying out on his back as hands pulled at him. And his brain tried frantically to save the image beneath him.

To savor every little bit of it as he shuffled between spreading thighs. To memorize the way his boyfriend's skin was so pale against his black comforter. The spread of his black hair over the pillowcase as it rustled. Even the eager sparkle to those dark eyes as that blush smothered itself over his cheeks. His chest fluttering with fast, shallow breaths kept quiet as hands slid down to his chest. Brushing down to his stomach made the muscles quiver viciously beneath his fingertips. It had goosebumps breaking over his skin.

Fingers down until they touched the button of his pants to pull it apart. Grabbing at the zipper to ease it down as hair brushed against his neck when he leaned over Shouta. Watching lips parting as he came down to press a kiss to Shouta's chin softly. Fluttering his lips up to the corner of his boyfriend's mouth with another soft kiss. Moving over when a shaking breath rushed over his cheek to cover those full lips again. The lube was held tightly in his right hand as he braced himself on the forearm of that arm.

Avoiding any chance of pressing on the tube. He had the distinct feeling that Shouta wouldn't want to clean his sheets when his parental figures came back. That they wouldn't be happy about the black-haired teen having bought lube to do, well, this. It had his heart jumping in his throat as he moved his lips against those full ones delightedly. His breath hitching when fingers tugged at the waist band of his boxers. Holding them out of the way as another dipped down inside with the shaking fingers brushing lightly.

A trace of that old hesitation when they curled around him then pulled him out. It sent a shudder down his back as he kissed the black-haired teen with lips pressing firmly to his own with that eagerness. Fingers tightened in a squeeze that had his hips bucking forward instinctively. A quiet groan left him as he lowered his hips down slightly allowing for the grip on him to shift. Grabbing both erections as a stroke was given that had him bucking again. Earning him a soft sound from his boyfriend when he slid against him.

Airy. It was over before he could process the sound had been made as that hardening erection twitched against his. Fully hardening with a shudder rolling over Shouta. It had his face burning uncomfortably hot as he felt thighs press to his waist lightly with a light shake to them. Had his heart pounding against his chest at the reminder. The realization hit him repeatedly when he thought he had finally grasped it. That Shouta was naked beneath him. Something he'd fantasized, dreamed, and wondered over for years.

It had his excitement twisting into him with that scalding heat as his breathing shortened. Cresting up into fast, shallow pants as he moved his lips eagerly against Shouta's. Feeling that energy returned to him as he thrusted to meet the stroking pace of Shouta's hand. Feeling hips bucking up in a twitch beneath him tearing a moan out of him. There was a squeeze given by that shaking hand when a hand brushed along his cheek lightly startling him slightly. When had it moved? Was he already that lost in his own head?

Fingers feathered over his cheek before coming down to his shoulder. Pushing back again until lips were leaving his with a smack. Trembling fanning against his tingling ones as he lifted himself up on his arm when Shouta fidgeted beneath him. Eyes flicked away from him with lips silently moving. Trembling as he no doubt tried to scrape his words together. The hand wrapped around them both stilled. He swallowed as he leaned onto his right forearm to brush his own fingers over that flushed cheek.

Shifting to rub his palm against it before he felt the lightest tilt into it as he rubbed a small circle into that red blush comfortingly. Giving Shouta that silence to gather his words together. He could feel the rest of him shaking lightly beneath him. As if it were overwhelming for his poor boyfriend to take in one afternoon. Or was it exciting to him? So much so that it was overwhelming? Or was it a nervous overwhelming situation? He wanted to ask but he didn't want to upset him. Embarrass him more when eyes flicked back up to him.

"Um, let me roll over because it's, uh, easier that way? I-It might be easier on my stomach but I've never, uh, done it that way? It's always been on my side." He blinked down at that flushed face when he then sprang into action shuffling back with a push off his forearm allowing for Shouta to roll onto his side. There was a look of hesitation when the black-haired teen slid over the blanket before settling down on his side before holding a hand out. "D-Do lube for me and I'll-I'll help, okay? I'll show you what to do."

"You got it, babe!" He lifted the lube up to get the cap open with a crack to which he squeezed what he thought to be a generous amount. A decent dollop that had it dripping down his arm. He hissed in a breath as he worked to spread it over his fingers when a dark droplet formed on his thigh from the dripping liquid. He let his gaze flick up with the expectation of a scowl or a glare of irritation. And he found- Well, he found not that. Swallowing, he shuffled closer with a stab of nervousness. "So, ah, what do I-?"

"La-Lay behind me! Like, um, a spooning position and I'll- Just come here, okay?" He moved carefully to keep his slick hand from touching the blankets as a shining, slick line curve down to his elbow. He settled behind Shouta when a leg lifted up to spread backwards over his leg. There was a shuffle followed by Shouta settling in a half laying position with his legs fidgeting until they spread. A hand came up then to grab his slick hand. He swore he had never felt it shake so damn hard. "Ju-Just follow my lead?"

He couldn't think of a damn thing to say. Not when those dark eyes were on him as his hand was guided down, down, down. His heart hammered against his chest when he looked down before up to meet Shouta's gaze when he gave a jerking nod. He caught sight of that small bob of an Adam's Apple when Shouta's other hand reached down. It was sickening how exciting it was. How eager he was to touch. His damn chest felt tighter than he remembered it being for their handjobs. Than Shouta's birthday.

It was leaving him nauseous with the effects of those twisting emotions under his skin. The excitement. Eagerness. The heat scorching into him with each thud of his heart when he sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers pressed against Shouta. The hand covering his shook like his own. Sharp, shallow breaths leaving Shouta as the hand over his coaxed his fingers to move in a rub. It had his stomach flipping when he followed along. Moved his fingers to rub against his hole earning him a sharp breath.

Watching as lashes fluttered down to rest on flushed cheeks with a tremble. Felt the shiver when he hesitantly pressed his fingers harder against him. Moving in awkward, slipping slides as the shaking of his fingers and the lube did little to help him. The expression pinching at Shouta's flushed face didn't help. It all served to choke him with those emotions as he listened to the slick sound of the lube as the leg over his tightened slightly. It was aweing when a quiet, airy whine left the black-haired teen.

Squirming when he felt a twitch beneath his fingers that had him blinking with another burst of awe. Surprised by the twitch when he let his gaze flick to Shouta's flushed face again. It was angling away as if to hide it away as lashes trembled on his cheeks. His jaw was tight. No good. Not at all. Swallowing down his own nervousness clawing its way to join the wild mess of emotions, he leaned down. Fluttered his lips over that red cheek as he kept up with that firm press with each rub of his fingers against Shouta's hole.

A shiver making its way down his own back when it gave another twitch. It was something he'd never actually read about. But then again, how could he have known? How could he have seen them getting this far so soon? That this is what Shouta wanted? It had him whining under his breath at the twisting emotions all clamoring to be felt over that heat. Threatening to overwhelm him as he fluttered kisses over Shouta's cheek. Along his jaw softly as he followed along with the silent demand of the shaking hand over his.

Pressing firmly in his clumsy rubs when a deep breath was taken. Followed along with the hand on his when it then shifted its hold along with his positioning. Lifting his fingers up to angle the tips to press against him. A low sound left his boyfriend as that face turned away from him to press into the pillow. He swallowed when there was another twitch of his hole. Betraying that excitement maybe? The eagerness? It had his breath rasping out of him as he paused to swallow only for his jaw to act against him.

Dropping open slightly before he could properly stop it as he gasped in a breath. And then the hand on his slid down to grab at his slick fingers to fix the position again. His index being angled towards it with the middle curled up away from him. Then it was being pushed at. He was pushing with a gentle but insistent pressure against his boyfriend as his head threatened to spin from the exhilaration. The excitement. The arousal clawed its way to his bones. It had him burning. Twisted up in his own head.

And a sharp breath was being taken by Shouta, muffled by the pillow, when there was a give. It had his own breath rasping down in a gasp as he felt his jaw drop open wider. A shudder racing down his back when his finger sank into Shouta slickly. That sharp breath flew out of his boyfriend with a shudder of his own when that leg over his burst into a shake. A tightening squeeze over him when the guiding hand on his slid up to grip at his wrist. Shaking. It was something. Amazing? The best experience in his life?

Euphoric in that fascination? He wished he had a word that wasn't cliché. That could describe it right but none felt like it. None good enough to accurately place the bundle of emotions in his chest. He let out a choked breath when the muscles of those inner walls clenched around his finger. Hard. It was- Well, he couldn't say he'd ever experienced something like that before. It was aweing when he gave a small wiggle of his finger that had muscles clenching in a tremble around his finger. What did he do now?

There wasn't a word breathed by Shouta yet as he swallowed down the string of babble clawing at his throat. What did he do? Did he move it? Rub? He'd never fingered anyone before so what was the protocol? He'd watched porn before. He'd heard the dirtier conversations around him during their school days. Yet nothing was telling him what he did. He had promised to follow Shouta's lead and he would. He'd die before he stepped out of line and made the black-haired teen uncomfortable. So, what did he do?

What was there he could do until the hand on his wrist guided him? He felt lost as Shouta twitched against him when he shuffled to press his chest against his back. With his arm curled over the curve of his waist between his legs he couldn't exactly squeeze him in a hug. He was braced on the other. Dragging his teeth over his bottom lip, he fought the urge to wriggle. To move his finger or shuffle and smother his trembling boyfriend. He instead took a breath to calm down his nerves tearing into him.

Swallowed down what he knew would be an incoherent string of babble. He couldn't overwhelm Shouta now. Not now. But did he just go about it the way they always had? Nothing was truly stopping him, was there? Releasing that bite on his bottom lip, he dipped his head down to press a kiss to Shouta's shoulder. Fluttering kisses as he moved towards the back of it earning him a shiver as he moved up. Targeting what he could reach of his neck as black locks tickled his hot face as he did so earning him a hissing breath.

It had his boyfriend twitching against him with another of those quiet, airy whines. Fingers tightening their grip on his wrist as hitching breaths were taken. He placed the awkward kisses along his shoulder and neck. To the side of his face from what he could reach. It wasn't much that he could with his head angled like that leaving him to kiss his ear lightly. Shouta shuddered prompting him to press light, fluttering kisses to the shell of his ear. Nipping lightly at his earlobes that had inner walls quivering around his finger.

Twitching around it. And fuck him if it wasn't the hottest sensation he could have ever imagined it to bed. Hotter than he'd imagined it ever being. Soft. It was amazing how something so soft could squeeze around his finger so tightly the way it was. He could easily imagine how tight those inner walls would clench around his erection rather than a finger. How hot it'd be. It had his hips squirming slightly as he pressed a kiss to the back of Shouta's shoulder as he took a shuddering breath. And he moved his finger slightly.

Rubbing at that inner wall causing it to squeeze around the small movement with a breath rushing out of Shouta sharply. Swallowing, he rubbed tight little circles against him the way he had been rubbed against the outside. Fingers clutched at his wrist yet they didn't pull. Didn't force him out. His erection twitched against his stomach when he continued rubbing at Shouta carefully. Feeling the leg wrapped over his tightening. Shaking lightly when he fidgeted himself closer while keeping his hips angled back.

Pressing kisses over that shoulder, he felt Shouta's back expand in a deep breath that was muffled by the bed before his hand was pulled at forcing his finger to slide back. Tensing, he half expected Shouta to pull him all the way out right then. That this was too big of a step somehow. But no. No, no, no, he was awed to find his boyfriend adjusting his grip on his wrist to tug his hand back forward. Thrusting his finger back in shallowly. The slick sound it created sent a shudder down his back when his hand was pulled again.

Pushed forward in another thrust. Again. And again. And again. An easy, hesitant motion of that shaking hand guiding his own shaking hand as he held his finger still. Holding himself still as Shouta guided his hand. Panting breaths rasped in then out as he felt his cheeks throb lightly from the intensity of the blush there. Felt his heart hammering against his chest just like Shouta's as his hand was moved. He licked his lips with shaky breath before he attempted to move his hand in time with Shouta's pushing and pulling.

Trying to move slowly in time with those shallow thrusts. He cursed under his breath when he pushed too deep causing the black-haired teen to jolt. He tried to pace his shaking hand to copy the motions the best he could when fingers clutched at his wrist tightly. Nails biting lightly into his skin when he gave another clumsy thrust of his finger. Clenching his jaw, he tried to keep from being over eager. Over excited. His breath rasped out of him as he tried to control the shaking that mirrored Shouta's.

There was a reedy sound then from his boyfriend that muffled itself into the pillow. Was it a whine? Or a whimper? Was he frustrated? Or did it feel good? He wanted to ask yet the words clogged his throat as he tried to keep himself still. To keep from making those clumsy thrusts that clearly didn't feel good in the slightest bit to his boyfriend. It was an odd agony to stay so still when the muscles were clenching up around his finger. His mind marveling at the slow push and pull of his thrusting finger.

Sinking into the heat that gripped at him in a drool worthy manner. He couldn't deny there was something hot about Shouta guiding his hand. Being the experienced one this time round. It was hot that Shouta knew exactly what he was doing. That he'd admitted to doing it on his own had sent a wave of heat down his back. It had his throat tight with the questions upon questions building there that he refused to let out. Refused to speak out loud yet. But God help him, he wanted to know when and how it started.

How many nights did Shouta do this? When did he start this? How long? How long did Shouta attempt to ask for this before doing it? Did it feel good enough to ask him to do it? Or was Shouta merely wanting to take another step no matter how it felt? What did he think about when he did it? Irrelevant questions in the moment that burnt him up when his hips squirmed again. Thighs squeezing together when that shaking hand on his wrist tightened its grip. Moving his hand to thrust his finger again, again, again.

It was slowly but steadily gaining a much smoother rhythm despite the shaking hands. The nervousness keeping him stiff. Focusing instead on what he could do, he kissed at the back of Shouta's shoulder. His upper arm softly. There was a fidget from his boyfriend when the speed of his thrusting finger changed. No longer lazily slow but rather inching to an urgent speed. Quick. Shallow but God if it didn't have his shaking hand twitching before he tried to follow that guiding hand. Trying his best to copy it.

There was a shudder from Shouta as he thrusted rather clumsily but no protest was made. The hand on his wrist merely adjusted the position both on him and of his hand before he began thrusting in time with Shouta's tugging and pushing. It had him groaning under his breath when the muscles clamped around his finger tightly. He wished he knew more about what to do. That he had something worthy of adding in for his boyfriend to make it feel better. To make up for his attempts at those clumsy thrusts he gave.

To keep them from ruining the pace he had going. He wished he knew what else he could do. Did he rub again? Did he wriggle his finger in between thrusts? What did he do to make it smoother for him? He wished he could ask yet the words broke apart with each rasping breath he took. When he heard the muffled, harsh pants from Shouta as his face remained buried in the pillow beneath his head. Was it to keep himself quiet? Or was the embarrassment too much for his reserved boyfriend? Or was it something else?

It had his heart pounding as his stomach dropped sickeningly. So many questions and not enough time to ask them. Enough air. Enough focus. It all broke apart as he thrusted his finger into Shouta with that shallow, quick pace that had the lube squelching lightly. Intermittently with each thrust sending a tingle through him when he heard it. It was amazing. To feel the little squirms and twitches of his boyfriend against him. The heat radiating off of his feverish skin. The squirm of his hips when he thrusted his finger.

Thrusting into the hole that seemed all too delighted to clench around him. It had him far, far too hot. Hotter than he thought he'd been when he had gotten his first handjob from Shouta. That blowjob from him. It had him threatening to drool at the mere idea of him being in that tight, clamping heat. The mere idea of the expression on Shouta's flushed face when he did so. How he'd twist and squirm beneath him if he had the chance. Hell, he'd do anything to see that flushed face right that second if he had it his way.

But it refused to move from its position in the pillow. Muffling himself with it when he realized that hand wasn't guiding him anymore. It was instead clinging to his wrist as he thrusted his finger shallowly into Shouta. Holding onto him. It had him wanting to shriek at the sudden realization. To freeze up with that rush of nervousness as he hissed in a sharp breath. Trying to continue those quick, shallow thrusts while trying his best to keep from overthinking it. To keep up the pace that he was going at.

The thrusts. Anything to keep from giving those clumsy movements again. It had him shaking as he tried to keep the even slide of his quick thrusts into the black-haired teen. However, he couldn't help a few overeager movements that had him thrusting in deeper than he intended. Pulling back farther. It had him tensing when nails bit into his wrist yet they didn't stop him. They didn't still his hand as he thrusted into him. If anything, he swore with those over eager movements of his that had thighs twitching apart.

Legs squirming restlessly when he thrusted his finger in. Biting at his inner cheek he let his gaze flick to the wild black hair spread over the pillow. The tilt of Shouta's head. How was he to know if it felt good? How did he request Shouta to look at him without sounding nervous? Unsure of himself? It had him squirming when he let out a whine when he fumbled on a thrust. Pulling back too shallowly before thrusting back in deeply to the black-haired teen. It had inner walls spasming around his finger in a tight clench.

A squirm of those hips down to meet his thrust had him burning up. A blaze of heat as he sucked in a gasping breath when he repeated that shallow pull back followed by the deep thrust. It had hips squirming again with a low sound muffling itself into the pillow. Oh, it was mind-blowing it was how one sound had his blood sizzling through his veins his erection twitched. Shallow and quick had been the past that Shouta had picked but did these newer thrusts feel better? Did he like deeper thrusts? Or were the shallow ones better?

Did Shouta have a preference? God, he wished he'd thought to ask more about it when he swallowed thickly before he settled into recreating that new rhythm. A quick speed of shallow pull backs and longer thrusts that had inner walls quivering around his finger before clenching up tightly. As if they could break his finger off and keep it in him. It had him biting at his lip at the thought to smother a moan when he thrusted his finger into Shouta. He wished they'd tried it sooner. That this had been seen as just as important.

Up there with blowjobs and handjobs when they'd been doing it. He wished he'd thought about starting this off before but God knows it was worth the wait to try something so simplistic. He dug his teeth into his lip when he took a shuddering breath to steady himself. And he decided he'd try to rub. He pressed the pad of his finger against that quivering inner wall to rub with each thrust he gave. Then hips bucked down to meet a thrust with legs squirming. One rustling over the blanket as the other curled tightly over his thigh.

Shaking as he caught the quiet sound of nails clawing over the blanket. It was then there was a rustle of hair over the pillow followed by gasping pants being taken when he shuddered. Rubbing his finger against that quivering inner wall with each thrust, he decided to take it a step further. Something a little more for the black-haired teen. To make up for the hesitancy clinging to his action. The worry nagging at him as he tried to give in to it. Tried not to let those doubtful thoughts sting and claw their way through him.

Taint the movements of his shaking hand. Not when he was trying to be confident. Give off the air of confidence at least to comfort Shouta. With a grunt, he shifted off his braced arm to wriggle forward beneath Shouta's waist. A grunt left the black-haired teen as he shifted slightly to lift allowing him to get his arm curved underneath him. He brushed his fingers blindly over his toning stomach down towards the sharp angle of a hip. Moving until he was touching the chaotic curls of hair to which he drifted his fingers up.

Brushing over the underside of Shouta's twitching erection. A sharp exhale carried with it a quiet, back of the throat sound from his boyfriend when he wrapped his fingers around that erection. Giving a stroke that had him cursing when his thrusting finger slid back far too much. Nearly slipping out of the black-haired teen which he fixed quickly by thrusting back in. It had hips bucking when he forced himself to keep from stroking again when he rubbed at the quivering inner walls. This was too much.

He had thought- God, he wished he thought these damn things out! How was he going to do both when he'd never done both before? Had Shouta? Did he-? The hand on his wrist gave a squeeze before it was pulling at him. A whine choked itself out of him at the mere idea Shouta was ending it now. Right when he felt he could lose that clumsy hesitance. Had he messed up? Done something wrong? What had he done? Shouta wriggled before moving his leg from around his to instead take a deep, shaking breath.

Squirming then fidgeting to roll over. Facing him. It had his heart jumping to his throat when seeing that deep red blush smothering itself over his boyfriend's face. The twitch of his brows when full lips parted before pinching together as that leg then came up to curl over his waist instead. Shaking when his slick hand was grabbed at again only to be curled over Shouta's waist backwards. Sliding between slick cheeks to that twitching hole when Shouta pushed at his hand. He quickly adjusted to have the tip press against his boyfriend.

It had him whimpering at how effortlessly he slipped back into the black-haired teen who smothered down what he knew was a moan. It came out as a choked whine when he rubbed at the inner walls that seemed too eager to clench up around his finger again. His heart was hammering against his chest when he cleared his throat. Let his gaze flick over that flushed face worriedly. "A-Are you okay? Does it hurt at all? Feel, ah, weird at all? Am I do-doing it wrong? Should I, like, change anything about it?"

"Mm, no! No, you're doing good, Zashi! Just ke-keep doing it like you're doing it okay?" God. It was a shot to hear that deep voice come out so airily. Breathless as that hand on his wrist squeezed at him with a squirm of those hips. Eyes darting away from him when lips trembled before Shouta angled his face away with a light cough. No doubt trying to save face when his eyes flicked back to him. "Don't be so scared to, ah, do it faster? I'm not going to get cut up si-since your nails are cut so just don't be scared, okay?"

"An-And you'll tell me if it doesn't feel good? If I fuck it up? I don't want to be doing it weird for you, babe." He couldn't help squirming himself when he gave a hesitant rub of his finger against the twitching inner wall. Earning himself a squirm from Shouta as his lashes trembled. Dipped with the threat of shutting when he felt Shouta twist closer to him. A subtle movement. "Yo-You're more, um, experienced than I am with this and I want to do it right, you know? Don't wanna fuck it up. I-I want you to feel good."

"There's no ri-right way of doing it! Just- Mm! Yeah, just keep doing it like you we-were before! Be confident with it, Zashi, an-and I'll tell you if it hurts or feels weird!" A shudder ran over him when hips fidgeted when he gave in to that temptation. Thrusting his finger hesitantly a few times had a shuddering exhale leave his boyfriend with brows coming together tightly. The holds on him tightened. "I-If it feels weird I'll fix it my-myself if I have too so, please? Keep do-doing it? I-I'll help! Make you feel good too!"

Swallowing, he nodded as he gave another thrust of his finger into Shouta to which the black-haired teen arched against him. Hips squirming closer when that hand holding his wrist slid up his forearm quickly. Moving between them when he rubbed the pad of his finger against his inner wall. Making sure to do so with each thrust had hips squirming again in a backwards thrust to meet his finger. It created an awkward slide but God knows he didn't care when an arm was wiggling up around his shoulders.

Wrapping around him with nails dragging over his skin. That hand between them reached towards him only to hesitate with a jerk back instinctively. One of those airy sounds left his boyfriend when he gave a careless thrust. Confident with the depth he was using when shaking fingers wrapped around his erection. Hips angled forward allowing for their erections to press together. That shaking hand squeezing around them with a pressure that threatened to make his eyes roll back. God, did he love that strong grip.

Arching when it slid up to the heads to fist over the both of them. Rubbing at him until he thrusted up instinctively against the kneading fingers. Moaning out as his next thrust came far too fast yet it merely got him a sharp breath from Shouta. A rustle over the pillow as his head tipped back slightly. His jaw dropping rather than clenching tightly. Black brows twitching with lashes fluttering down to rest on red cheeks. It was beautiful. A beautiful sight he'd missed from behind as he rubbed at the quivering inner walls.

Trying to mimic the fingers rubbing at him as they gathered a slickness to them. Sliding off when they rubbed away drops of pre-come welling there making them slick when a light tap was given to the head o his erection. Slick with its little noise that had his eyes dropping down only to moan at the sight. Catching a quick view of a thin, translucent thread connecting fingers to the head of his erection breaking apart. It had his hips bucking up eagerly as he thrusted his finger into Shouta faster. Growing confident with it.

With the depth he used even if he felt that quiet background of worry. Staring at that flushed face for a sign of discomfort. Of pain. Anything to tell him he had to stop what he was doing as the slick sound of his thrusting finger rang out quietly. It was a thrill. Something that made him hotter than he thought he'd get over it. Made his stomach knot and flip excitedly with that pooling pleasure as he watched that flushed face. Moaning out when Shouta then gave a grind of his fingers against the slit had him shuddering.

Whining as they slid against it before dipping his hand down to stroke them together with fingers kneading at him. It had his pants racing out of him as he squirmed causing the blankets to rustle. He then leaned in to feather a few kisses over the edge of Shouta's jaw. Pants rasping out of the black-haired teen with a backwards tilt of his head to offer up the length of his throat. It had him groaning as he rubbed the pad of his finger against that trembling inner wall with each fast thrust. He was far too confident with this.

In falling in line with what his boyfriend had asked of him in that airy voice that had tried to correct itself. Had tried to be hidden but he happily followed along with them. To do it faster. Be confident with it. He could feel Shouta's hips squirming with shallow thrusts up to meet the strokes he gave. They were far more subtle than his own occasional thrusts but he felt them. Had him squirming to feel those shallow slides against him as he thrusted up. It had Shouta's throat vibrating with those trapped moans and groans.

Muffled each time he slid against that twitching erection with a thrust. When he ground forward only to thrust up to meet a downwards stroke of that hand. There was a burst of heat when those inner walls clenched around his thrusting finger when he thrusted against Shouta. When he moaned out into his throat. Peppered those kisses along the pale skin. It was fucking hot. To have so much skin to touch right now yet he couldn't think of it. To feel his boyfriend shudder each time he moaned out his name into his throat?

Nothing was fucking better than that. Not even feeling those vibrations from the trapped noises of Shouta's as he thrusted his finger into him. Rubbing carelessly at those trembling muscles delightedly when they twitched and clenched around him. Hips were squirming backwards only to jump forward eagerly to thrust up into his own hand. It had him hot. He fucking loves it. He wished Shouta had said something sooner or he'd have truly humored taking him home while his family was out for the night.

To have that real sense of privacy. To not worry about Shouta's family returning or his own barging down the hallway to break them apart. When they wouldn't have to worry about Suki appearing to throw open his door and easily rip that hook out of the wall. But he hadn't known that this is what his boyfriend wanted from him. Otherwise he'd have been smarter about it. Planned better. However, there'd be time for that later. He was sure of it when he caught a weak moan making its way out of Shouta then.

It had him snapping his mouth shut but God knows he'd give anything to hear those moans from his boyfriend. It had him groaning as he thrusted his finger confidently into Shouta as he squirmed against him. That leg tightening over his waist as pants rasped in then out of him. Squirming when Shouta's hand flew in a frenzy over their erections slickly with the droplets of pre-come smeared. Swiped at on the head or over skin if they managed to drip down. It had their panting gasps hitching in desperately.

Fuck, he loved hearing Shouta whenever he could. Whether it was those wild pants of his that came raggedly or the weak little sounds each gasp brought with it. He thrusted his finger into Shouta deeper. Trying to lose those strands of caution he had in him when hair rustled over the pillow when hips jerked back eagerly. Meeting his thrusts as inner walls clutched at his finger fiercely. Trembling with that strength. But no matter confident he felt in the moment he knew it was still there. That icy nervousness he'd mess up.

He'd do something wrong even if he felt confident he was doing everything right. It had his stomach flipping between the warmth of that pleasure and the icy nervousness. It was careless when he rubbed his finger along the soft inner wall with a deeper thrust that had his boyfriend jolting. Shouting out wordlessly. With a breathless surprise to it that had the arm around him tightening around him. Nails clawing at him when he froze his finger immediately. Holding still because what had he done? Did he hurt him?

Did he cut him somehow? Did he do something wrong? What had he done wrong? The hand wrapped around their erections squeezed tightly before lifting again with rasping breaths leaving the both of them. Loud. Deafening in the silence of the room when that hand curved backwards. Slick with pre-come smeared on his palm and fingers when they wrapped around his wrist. And they pulled back before thrusting his finger back in. Tearing another shout out of the teen when his hips jerked back eagerly.

Moving with the rest of him prompting him to swallow when Shouta gasped enthusiastically. Ecstatic. And he cautiously rubbed his finger into the spot. And oh, the moan it tore out of his normally silent boyfriend sent a shudder down his back. He slid his finger against the spot in another rub that had his boyfriend crying out with a squirm against him. His arm tightening around him to crush him closer to his chest. Tight against that heaving one as he pressed a flurry of kisses over that throat up to the edge of his jaw.

Giddily, he continued with those slick rubs. He could feel that erection twitching against him paired with a thrust up then back. It ripped a moan out of him that trembled in time with a new moan flying out of his boyfriend. It had his stomach flipping as he continued to rub at that spot. Hips jerked back against his hand with nails biting into his wrist as he nipped at Shouta's jaw. The hand gripping at him then flew again from its place back between them. Moving down with that eagerness as he squirmed against him.

Wrapping around twitching erections with a strength that had him moaning out when that hand began stroking quickly. Moving quickly as he rubbed his finger against that spot before he resumed his thrusts. Never straying too far from that area as he thrusted his finger into his boyfriend. And it had him writhing against him with hips jerking backwards only to fly forward to meet a downwards stroke. He was burning up, up, up. Getting hotter, hotter, hotter. An ember, a knot, formed low in his stomach.

Something he could eagerly chase after when that had flew up to grind the pads of those fingers against the head of his erection. His panting breaths gasped out of him as that arm wrapped around him squeezed once more as nails clawed over his shoulder. It had him squirming against Shouta as he thrusted up into that hand. Meeting those strokes effortlessly when he gave a grind forward against Shouta. It earned him another of those wild moan when he ground his finger into that spot joyfully.

It was shamefully embarrassing just how close he was already. So excited for all of this. So excited at the thoughts and made up images twisting in his head. To hear his boyfriend moaning like that sent sparks down his back. To hear him shout and cry out had him blistering with that heat. It was amazing. It was everything he could have ever imagined hearing from Shouta. It had him eagerly thrusting his finger into that twitching hole to rub against that spot each time. It had to be his prostate, right? It just had to be.

Each rub against it was making his boyfriend jerk and jolt against him. A frenzy of thrusts back and forward against him with those moans occasionally bursting out of him. Had his hand tightening around their erection causing them to be squeezed tightly together. That hand moved with a blinding speed that he tried to copy with his thrusting finger. It was only when they became sloppier, clumsier, that he gave up on it. Gave up on following along with Shouta's stroking speed and instead returned back to his own pace.

He got not a protest from the black-haired teen as his head straightened up on the pillow. He hardly got a look at that flushed face of his before lips were crushing themselves to his with a moan slipping out of his boyfriend. Far louder than his own when he rubbed over the spot. It was only as it was strangled down did he hum softly at the black-haired teen. The reality of such a passionate decision made itself abundantly clear. Embarrassed. Shouta was embarrassed. He could feel it in the slight stiffness to his body.

The urgent way those lips crushed themselves to his. His boyfriend was utterly mortified at the sounds he was making yet seemed too lost in that pleasure to do anything to stop it. Thrusting his finger into that twitching hole, he ground the pad of his finger against that spot. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing at him. It had moans spilling out of his boyfriend. He'd apologize for it, he knew he would. Assure him it was fine to be vocal during such a moment. That he loved to hear him as he moved his lips urgently against his.

He didn't want to exploit that spot but he could feel the light, erratic throbbing of that erection pressed against his. Could feel that orgasm creeping up in Shouta like he could with his own. Fuck, he could only imagine how good it was to have a prostate stimulated. Given he'd never thought of fingering himself it sure as hell made him curious to see Shouta's reaction. It was getting Shouta off better than anything else. Got him so worked up over it that he would forget his silence. Forget to hold onto it as he normally would.

And he fucking loved that. It had his own breaths rasping out of him through his nose as he crushed his lips to Shouta's. Kissed him with that frantic urgency that created a smacking. Filling right in with the slick sound of his thrusting finger and the drag of that slick palm over erections. The rasping pants. The rustle of the blanket. He ground his finger into that spot making his boyfriend jerk and twist against him. Racing pants fanning over his cheek that began to shorten as that arm clutched at him.

Airy, back of the throat noises becoming louder, louder, louder as he moved his lips urgently against his own. It was with a hard, firm grind against the spot paired with a buck of his own hips as his own orgasm twisted fervently through him that tipped Shouta over. A hissing breath was taken through his nose when he broke the kiss off to throw his head back. Grimacing as he gnashed his teeth together fervently as that hand tightened around them. Squeezing tightly around them with a strength that had him gasping.

And there was something so unbelievably beautiful about seeing that flushed face contort into that familiar grimace. To hear that low, guttural growl leave his boyfriend that told him everything. That if he allowed it? He would have the most breathtaking moan out of the others. The inner walls spasmed before clutching down around his finger tight, tight, tight as he rubbed into the spot earning him jerking twitches from Shouta. It tipped him right over to see such a sight with that hand squeezing him good.

It'd never fail too as he snapped his own mouth shut. Unaware he'd allowed it to hang open after breaking apart. He strangled his air down to keep from making a sound as his orgasm snapped over him with that white hot heat. Rushing over him as muscles flexed and trembled in his thighs. Flexed in his stomach as his hips jumped up eagerly. A bead of sweat ran down his temple. His teeth gnashed together fervently as his hips twitched up into that tight hold eagerly. Riding out that rushing wave of heat with bated breath.

Twisting and squirming with Shouta desperately when a whine broke free from his boyfriend. Snapping through his clenched teeth. It was hot, hot, hot. Everything felt so hot. And then he felt Shouta going limp against him. A heavy, shaking sigh rushing out of the black-haired teen as he twitched against him. It was a relief when that white-hot heat made its way out of him. When his own orgasm ebbed out of him. Left him weak as lips attacked his face in a few kisses along his cheeks. The bridge of his nose.

And once a heavy, shaking sigh left him only to be gasped back in did he return those kisses. Pulling his finger out of Shouta - out of the muscles contracting and twitching with the aftershocks- a whine rang out. Was it him or Shouta? He couldn't tell as he rolled over on top of the black-haired teen. Peppering that flushed, sweaty face in a frenzy of kisses that were gradually then happily retuned back to him with that same energy. Fluttering over his face until he was catching them in back-to-back pecking kiss on the lips.

Short but firm kisses that rang out with sharp smacks until he was being pulled down for a proper kiss. Warm. Passionate. It was filled with that quiet hunger he'd come to recognize in recent months but he was melting against his boyfriend. Moving his lips breathlessly against his with rapid, uneven pants fanning over his cheek. A hand cupped the back of his head while the other, naturally, held itself away with a grunt leaving the black-haired teen when he pulled back. He swallowed as he looked down at that flushed face.

The bottomless look to those dark eyes as they smoldered up at him. The swell to his lips. Even that deep blush smothered over his cheeks and the beads of sweat clinging to his forehead from the heat of the apartment. Of the room. Wild hair over the pillow. His chest rising and falling rapidly with his panting breaths as that blush seemed to spread to his collar bones. So much pale skin for him to look at that it was dizzying. Shouta was utterly beautiful laid out like that. Shit, that was the best fucking sight in the world.

Hands pulled at him to which he moved forward to capture those kiss swollen lips in another kiss. Sweet. Painfully so as that affection was poured into the kiss when hands slid down to his back. Arms curling around him tightly with fast pants fanning over his hot cheek. The smack of moving lips was painfully loud in yet another tender, breathless kiss that had him melting down against the black-haired teen. Reaching up with his dry hand to cup that hot cheek before rubbing a circle into the feverish skin.

His glasses dug annoyingly into his cheekbone and eyebrow but he could care less about it. Hands slid over his back in a shaking, slow caress as they slipped easily over it due to the sheen of sweat. It was a jolt when he felt thighs squeezing at his waist when legs lifted up. Curling around his waist as they clutched him closer when that temptation hit him once more. Clawing at him with that desire to humor the idea of one more, more, more. One more time with Shouta. But that silent clock was ticking against them.

And God knows he didn't want to deal with a shrieking match between Shouta and his mother. That had been disastrous the last time Shouta's mother caught him in here. They hadn't done a thing but helped Suki with her studying before hanging out in his room. Perhaps they had been too close or the pink flush to his boyfriend's cheeks had been more than enough to cause a screaming match. But how many times would he have Shouta like this? Laid out naked beneath him until they found an apartment?

How many times would he have this chance? It had him swallowing a whimper when he pulled back to hover over those swollen lips. His own were buzzing lightly when he leaned down to peck once, twice, with sharp smacks when a soft little sigh fanned over his lips. Shaking. A whine then left Shouta as he was tugged down again for another flurry of pecking kisses. Allowing them to melt into a few longer ones. There was a ping then from the desk where their phones had been abandoned earlier when Suki came in.

He couldn't help but groan when hands slipped up and down his back. Legs tightening around his waist when he pushed himself up to hover over Shouta to find those smoldering eyes on him. There was another ping followed by a fierce vibration as a flurry of other pings came through. His phone or Shouta's, he had no clue, but it had him dropping his head forward into the pillow over his boyfriend's shoulder. Groaning into the pillow only to hear an identical groan close to his ear. "I kn-know, Zashi!"

Arms then squeezed around him as he was pushed at until he fell back onto his side with Shouta squirming his way forward. An arm was pinned under his side when he turned his face from the pillow. Finding a pout forming on those swelling lips with that scowl to it when they flicked towards the desk. He couldn't help but jut his lower lip out in a pout with a huffing sigh as he threw his arm around Shouta. His pinned arm allowed for his hand to stay on that red cheek. "Thi-This fucking sucks, Sho! You know how bad I want to be able to just-!"

"I know, I know! But i-it doesn't solve anything if we si-sit here and talk about the wh-what ifs 'cause it'll make it worse. Trust me, I-I know what I'm talking about." Shouta squirmed against him when he leaned forward to press his nose to his own. Rubbing against his to which he happily returned to his boyfriend. A small comfort that they had begun using forever ago. One that he knew the black-haired teen loved to use as hands slid down his back when he pulled back. "Soon en-enough we'll more than enough ti-time, right?"

"Right! God, yo-you're going to hate me when we have our own sp-space! The fucking thi-things we're going to do together when we do wi-will blow your mind, babe!" There was a sparkle of interest in that gaze when the sound of the front door of the apartment swinging open then shut rang out. Deafening in its thud when Shouta groaned in time with him again. Legs unwrapped from around his waist along with his arms with a sigh. "I set an app-appointment though! For that place I was showin' you earlier?"

"Fuck it! Ho-Honestly, I'll take that damn garbage place with the spare mattress if it me-means having a place to ourselves!" He twisted then to grab at the tissues to attempt and clean what they could. He felt slick but he knew until he got in a shower that the tissues were merely a balm. He handed a fistful to Shouta before cleaning his own hands off to grab his pile of his clothes on the table. However, after a bit of rustling behind him, he was surprised when arms curled around his shoulders. A chin on the top of his head. "Zashi?"

"What's up, babe? You're more affectionate than you've ever been, aren't you? It'd probably be be-better though if you got dressed before your sister or so-someone breaks your door down. Because, no offence, you're lock sucks ass, babe!" Arms tightened then to press a forearm against his throat to which he playfully dramatized a gag when he was yanked back against Shouta's chest. Reaching up to caress his forearms arms as a smile twitched at his lips. "Hey, hey! I get you off and this is wh-what I get?"

"Yeah, it is what you get when you're annoying." There was a flex of muscles as forearms pressed to his throat to which he giggled when he tipped his head back allowing for lips to press against his forehead. A soft kiss that had him smiling widely up at the black-haired teen. "I was going to say thank you for that, but you ruined it, Zashi. And I was going to ask if I could stay at your place tomorrow night, but I don't think you want me there bad enough, do you? Not if you're going to fucking be annoyi-"

"Shouta! Is Zashi still here? I wanna show him something!" Ah, so it was Suki. He got the press of a cheek against his forehead then with arms squeezing him to Shouta's chest before he was released. The pile of clothes picked up as Shouta swung his legs over the side of the bed to stand on trembling legs. The slick shine of lube remained in swipes over his skin, but pants and boxers were stepped into then pulled up when there was a knock on the door. "Shouta! Is he still here? Are you here?"

"I heard you the first time, Suki! Now give me a minute! Zashi isn't going anywhere unless I tell him to go! You can go park your ass in the living room or something until I'm ready to let him out of the room! Shoo!" It had him snickering at the bark of Shouta's voice that held that husky rasp to it. He reached down to pull his own pale sweater up over his head as he stuffed the used tissues into the trash. Standing on shaking legs when the doorknob rattled. "Hey! Cut it out! What are you, some kinda feral fucking animal?"

"Yes! Hurry up! You know how Mom is with him and I wanna hang out before she comes!" There was another rattled followed by a teasing pull that had dark eyes narrowing at the door. Then there was a push that allowed the door to crack open allowing for Suki's voice to come in clearly. "Just open it, Sho! I deserve to spend time with Zashi too! Just cause he's your boyfriend doesn't mean I can't be involved as an outside perspective! Now stop hogging, you jerk! You can't hog a whole person like that! Open the door!"

"Go away, Suki!"

"No!"

"Brat!"

"Asshole!" The door slammed shut then to which Shouta glared at the door when the doorknob was hit at with a deafening rattle. Thudding feet marched away from the door when he bit at his lip to keep back another snicker when those stomping footsteps rang out next door before they entered the hallway again. His boyfriend puffed up when there was a hit at the doorknob once again to which he grinned when Shouta growled under his breath at the consistent hits to the doorknob.

"Shouta, be nice to your sister! She's younger than you!" He whacked at his boyfriend causing dark eyes to flicker to him with a dangerous scowl aimed his way. A snicker burst free from him when he then fussed with the hem of his sweater before reaching out to tug Shouta's into place. "Now, let's go! No point in lamenting things we can't have when your sister deserves a bit of attention. She's a cool kid, you know, and you'll be all upset if you alienate her now when you're about to move out. So, let's go hang out, babe!"

"I am being nice to my sister! Not every sibling relationship is as the media and shit depicts it, Zashi. You get just as irritable over your sisters and brother because, truth be told, siblings are a pain in the ass!" It had him snickering when Shouta's voice raised to a pointed shout at the door that rattled with an obvious kick. The hinges protesting when his boyfriend sighed out before taking his hand with fingers weaving in between his. "Let's go give the brat what she wants then. She's already spoiled to hell. You too."

"Oh, you love her! And you love me! Just like I love you!" He leaned in, tugging at his hand, before pressing a kiss to that flushed cheek. "And soon enough we'll have our own place without siblings around or parents or negligent ones. So enjoy having you're annoying, bratty sister around because soon enough you'll be dealing with me and me alone!"

"Oh, the horror. To be alone with a boyfriend I love? I don't know how I'll survive."

"It'll be an absolute tragedy for you. Too bad I love you just as much and you'll have to deal with it every damn day! You think you can live a life like that, Sho? Dealing with me day in and day out?"

"I think I can absolutely live with that, Zashi."

"Good! Cause you're stuck with me, babe!"