[Flowerboy_
Guys… I need your help.
[Hajizilla_
No, thank you
[King Toto I._
I am with Iwa-chan on this one.
[Flowerboy_
First of all: Rude!!!
second: Really… guys… I need help!
[Hajizilla_
I am proud of you…
You finally acted on what we told you since highschool… to go see a therapist!!
[Flowerboy_
IWA!!! IM NOT OIKS! MASSIVE RUDENESS!! I need your help. The help of my beloved and most trusted friends !
Issei sighed softly at the exchange in their chat. He was really glad that they still have this kind of connection, even if Iwaizumi Hajime (28), athletic trainer, was currently living in South California. Oikawa Tooru (28), starting setter for Argentina and also for San Juan, was currently living in Argentina. Hanamaki Takahiro (28), between jobs, was currently living in Tokyo.
And himself.
Still in Miyagi. Working at the local funeral home. He kinda liked his job even if it was weird to say so most of the time. His friends had mocked him at first but when he told them he got one of the safest jobs, none of them could deny it.
[Undertaker_
They can't help you even if they really wanted…
Toto is in Argentina and Iwa in SoCal!
[Flowerboy_
Leaving you as my only hope, Mattsun-Wan
[Undertaker_
Wouldn't it be Issei-Wan?
[Flowerboy_
Potato, Potato!! I don't care!!! Can you come or not?
He would love to. He had a few free days also known as holidays. Matsukawa hadn't planned anything at all. First of all he simply wanted to relax a bit, second of all his best friends mostly aren't around.
[Undertaker_
As much as I would love to help you…
but Tokyo isn't around the corner you know?
[Flowerboy_
well that would be true…
but I am not there atm
Mom asked me to watch her cats while she's overseas…
He couldn't help it but drop his mobile on his face due to the lying position he was currently in. "Fuck…" He cursed under his breath only to realize that it wouldn't matter because he was alone. He was alone in his neat little apartment. He was alone, because his best friends are either in Argentina, America or in Tokyo. Only that his best friend wasn't in Tokyo right now. He was in their hometown. Just a few minutes away from his own place!
Issei had to gulp down the bile in his throat. He had long pushed down the want, the urges. He had accepted that he wasn't what the pink haired man was searching for in his life. He had long given up on the chance to have him as more than just a friend.
The mortician still had a big fat crush on his best friend and meme team partner. He never wanted it to happen but he was always pulled to that soft scent of cherry blossoms. He always liked the others' humor, it was as dark and sometimes evil as his own. Issei had often fantasized about Hanamaki, when he felt the heat bloom inside of him.
Issei had never dared to make a move on the omega with the too deep voice. He had never wanted to destroy their friendship because of some hormonal impulses.
He pushed all those thoughts aside and opened their private chat, which was mostly filled with memes they had sent each other, more often from him now, compared to the gradually reducing number from Takahiro. The last message was more than a week old. He had stopped, because he was sure Takahiro had found someone better than him. Someone new. Someone who could give him everything Matsukawa would love to give Makki, but would never be able to do so. Because they are friends. Best friends. But still just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.
[Undertaker_
What is it that you need my help with?
[Flowerboy_
thank Kami… for a moment I thought I had to call your work to retrieve your body.
[Undertaker_
Call a doc first.
Makes it easier for my colleagues.
[Flowerboy_
Aye, aye. Will do so, when your time has come and the Undertaker becomes the one taken under … Can you come round? I can't write that…
Oh. That sounded serious. Normally they didn't have problems with writing to each other, even sending pics of the last dump they had taken just to make each other laugh.
When did it become so strange, so hard to communicate with each other? When did it become so… weird and hurtful? Issei clenched his teeth hard and rolled his eyes at himself.
[Flowerboy_
Please… Issei, it's serious. I really need your help. Please. I am literally begging you!!!
His eyes widened. Not at the begging part. Issei, he barely called him by his given name. It was mostly by nicknames.
[Undertaker_
I'll be there in ten.
[Flowerboy_
Make it 5 pls!!!!!
[Undertaker_
Fine… you're paying for the ticket!
[Flowerboy_
YES ! Just HURRY !
Issei couldn't help it but rolled his eyes and got up from the pillow he had been resting on, nestled under his Kotatsu. He was missing Takahiro too much to even ask himself what the problem might be after all. What could be so serious or such that Takahiro couldn't write it?
It took him some time, some green lights turned red right in front of him. But he could drive that way blind, so he arrived at the front door in six minutes.
He rang the bell and waited.
Nothing happened.
Matsukawa frowned and rang the bell twice.
But again…
Nothing happened.
The curly haired man grumbled and was about to just call it off, pulling his phone out of his pocket to check if the other had pulled a damn prank on him. Maybe he had been too desperate? Maybe Hanamaki had found out the truth about his feelings? But Makki would never be that cruel to him, would he? Matsukawa worried his bottom lip between his teeth and his blood turned icy thanks to the thought of that. Makki should never find out. It would end everything. Issei was too sure about this.
[ Undertaker]
writing
[Flowerboy_
the key is where it's always hidden!
PLS HURRY UP !!!
I really need your help!!!
Im in my…
old room!
Issei blinked, when he suddenly got bombarded with messages while he was about to write to him. He looked around and lifted the stone from that one pot. Underneath was the key. Like back then. His heart dropped a little when he thought about the many times he visited his best friend here. He even climbed up to his room one time.
Like the lovesick idiot he had been back then, like he still was.
After he had pushed the key in and turned it he went into the familiar house. Nothing has changed since then. Just the smells. That one sweet one he had always smelled prominent here was kinda faint but still there. He slipped out of his shoes and stepped through the genkan. After opening the door to the others old childhood house, he instantly went upstairs. It was like sleepwalking. He went straight to Makkis old room.
Nothing in the 28 years of being alive could have prepared him for the view right in front of him. He had opened the door and stepped inside, head turned while closing the door behind him again.
"So what do you need help w…" His words got stuck in his throat, when he turned around, gaze zeroing on the display right in front of him.
Hanamaki Takahiro. What he had expected of course.
In his naked glory. Also a sight he knew by heart thanks to changing rooms and group showers in high school and their many sleepovers.
His fair skin tinted in a soft pink thanks to the blush and the overheating? Something slightly new!
His dick hard and leaking, his lower body already covered with his overflowing juices? NEW!
His tight hole stretched around a knotted dildo? NEVER SEEN !
Issei couldn't help but sucking much needed air in, almost choking on the sharp intake. The smell of the other was too thick, too sweet but at the same time just the right amount. The arousal of the other was heavy and heavenly.
"What the fuck dude?"
Issei could feel the heat boiling in his guts and his own dick twitching in excitement in his pants. This has to be a damn cruel wet dream. The most realistic one he's ever had this far. He was sure he had fallen from his bed, hitting his head hard on the edge of his nightstand and was now in a coma!
He had to have! This couldn't be real. And he really hoped he could simply stay like this, if that's possible, never waking up again.
"Are you going to stay there and just look or are you going to help me? It kinda… hurts?"
His best friend and big fat secret crush asked, his voice uncharacteristically small and almost… shy? Shame covered his face and he looked away. Issei had never seen Takahiro like this ever before. Not only the sexual part of the view in front of him, but that look of shame and insecurity was something else. It instantly did things to him. His inner alpha was rattling at the bars of his mental cage.
It wanted to devour.
It wanted to mark.
It wanted to claim.
It wanted to rip out the toy and replace it with his own hardon.
It wanted to stuff this hole full with its own knot.
It wanted to fill him up with his seed.
Makki's scent washed over him again. So sweet. So ripe. Just for him to take.
But the reasonable part of his brain held him at gunpoint.
"What… how… why…"
Great job mouth! Make us look like the total fool and idiot we are!
"I… got it for my… upcoming heat and… I wanted to test it before… and… I think… I… overdid it this time?"
Issei went to the other's bed without thinking about it. He was pulled in by the sight like a moth to the light only to get burnt because it was an open flame. His flame was the soft and hot skin of the young man he had pined on since highschool. His mouth watered and he had to gulp down hard. He knew his own scent was getting heavier thanks to his arousal which was boiling over.
"M… Mattsun…"
His eyes flickered up from the stretched hole to the feverish red face of his best friend and his Alpha was howling, trying to break the bars and the mental cuffs he had put on it.
His name left the other like a helpless, needy whimper and he wanted to hear it again.
More.
He wanted to hear more than just that! He wanted the other to moan, scream, cry out his name. Clinging onto him while he was pounding away into the stretched and lubed pink ring of muscles.
But something was holding him back.
He isn't available. He isn't for me to take. He simply needs help… from a friend! He hadn't asked only you… you were simply there unlike Iwaizumi or Oikawa…
His thoughts brought him back out of his lust filled haze. Issei felt like his blood turn icy again thanks to this and he shook his head shortly.
"S… sorry."
He mumbled and rubbed his hand over his face quickly. He still felt the pull, and the gnawing of his trapped Alpha trying so badly to break free. The soft, sweet scent of the other grew heavier and Makki let out a breathy moan when he turned lightly, the toy moving inside of him.
"Fuck… Makki."
The pupils of the pink haired dilated at his low growling and there it was again. The Whimper. Mattsun never thought the older could get any hotter than this, but he was so wrong. So deliciously wrong!
"Help me, Issei… please … I can't take it… take it anymore."
Issei bit the insides of his cheeks hard, tasting blood. "What… do you want me to do?" "Out… get it… out. Or… fuck me with it. Fuck. You smell so fucking good." Matsukawa couldn't help himself but gape like a fish on dry land. His mouth was dry as well. "Don't…"
The frustrated noises which left Makki had Mattsun tilting his head in confusion.
"No. Fuck it. I can't fucking take it anymore! Issei-Wan fucking do something! Anything! I really can't take it anymore!" A soft sob dropped from his lips and he wiggled his hips slightly under his gaze, moaning again. Hanamaki threw his head back and a bead of sweat was now making its way down his throat. His Adam's apple bobbing up and down thanks to his gulping.
Matsukawa was beside him on his bed a moment later.
He couldn't help it. The scent of the omega he had been pining after for years was so sweet it was melting away his resistance. Takahiro was asking for his help.
As a friend. Because you are the only one available…
No! Fuck it! Maybe this was the point of no return. Maybe he will destroy their friendship. Maybe.
BUT maybe he'll be able to gain something new? Something he had dreamed of so many times? Maybe he'll be able to break out of the zone he had forcibly trapped himself in.
The normally rather calm and collected man leaned down and licked away the bead, placing open mouth kisses along the heated skin. Makki gasped softly, but soon purred with delight. "More…" Issei growled and felt the shiver thanks to this instantly. "I am going to fuck you with that thing before I'll pull it out. Maybe it'll help?" Mattsun had the nerve to shrug right now. Makki was whining at the other, pawing helplessly at his polo shirt.
"Yes… please … something… fuck Mattsun…. I need you…. so bad…"
The evil little voice in his head wanted to tell him that he only wanted his help, because he was the only one available again and again but Mattsun wasn't giving a flying fuck about that right now. This might be his only chance. Maybe the Omega will regret it afterwards. Maybe this will be the one and only time he would be allowed to have this.
And he wanted to take it.
Matsukawa leaned towards his ear, his breathing already hot and a little shaky. "You smell so fucking delicious." Takahiro moaned, heated and needy, grabbing at his shirt. Mattsun took the hint and leaned up, earning himself a little whimper from his best friend. "I know… I know…" He simply pulled the shirt over his head, leaning towards the other again. It was now Hanamaki who gaped like a fish on dry land. "When… did you become so god damn… fucking hot… fuck… you are… even more built than Iwa…" The strong but smooth fingers of the other glided over Matsukawa's chest and he had to bite back the moan.
He let his head fall towards his own chest, watching the slender fingers mapping out the expanse of his pecs, moving lower towards his navel and even lower following the path of hair there. He let out a slight growl, when those curious fingers moved along his already grown bulge with enough force that he could feel it through his pants.
Makki trembled underneath him and spread his legs some more, offering himself even more up. The toy was still buried deep inside him, but had started to slip out thanks to the wetness there.
Mattsun leaned into the touch at his crotch and Makki took it as the hint to go on. Slender and nimble fingers working at the belt, zipper and also button. Now and then Mattsun could hear a soft grumble and annoyed huff from the man underneath him. He leaned towards his nape, breathing in the sweet scent, growling along. And again he gained a shiver and soft sigh from Makki.
"Fuck… Mattsun… you make me… cream myself just from your goddamn noises and… and smell… I need to feel you. Come on… fuck me .. fuck me already, yes?"
He sounded so deliciously annoyed and desperate. Mattsun wanted to get lost and drown himself in those noises. Maybe he really wanted to see Makki creaming himself only because of his voice. That would be hot and he could also save it in the horny folder inside his mind, for when they are done and back to being just friends. For when…
"Issei… get the fuck out of your goddamn big overthinking brain already." The omega growled and pushed his hand into his pants, right underneath the hem of his shorts as well and sighed delighted at the feel he got there. Makki wrapped his strong fingers around his girth and licked his lips fast. He wanted more.
And Mattsun? He just did what he had been told by the other. He shut his brain up and simply freed the Alpha from its cage.
No thinking, only feeling.
No thinking, only fucking.
No thinking, only Makki!
The curly haired man pushed himself away from the other and it almost sounded like he was hurting Takahiro with that, but he had to get out of his pants before he was creaming them. It was a matter of seconds and he was also completely naked between Takahiros strong but also soft thighs.
A heated gaze was dropping and Issei was engulfed by that thick sweet aroused smell of one Hanamaki Takahiro. "Sweet fucking damn! You're… huge." His voice was breathless and Issei could see how the hard cock of the omega in front of him was jumping and leaking more onto his abs. It was lifting up from his soft skin, a thread of precum connected from the head to his tummy.
Mattsun wasn't thinking anymore; he only moved on pure instinct. He leaned down and licked a fat stripe from those still heavy looking balls up to that angry looking red tip. He had to close his dark eyes and moaned at the taste. The smell of cherry blossoms was thick and the taste he was able to gather even sweeter. "Delicious."
The thighs of the other were threatening to close themselves around his head and in any other situation he would have welcomed that, but right now he had other plans. He grabbed them with both hands, holding him spread and open and closed his mouth around the tip, giving it a hard suck.
"FUUUUUUCK!"
The yelled moan from the other was sending more heated blood right into his own cock and it filled up even more. Issei growled around the other inside his mouth, tasting his sweet and only slightly salty precum like this. He sank a little lower, wanting to devour him completely, when suddenly…
PLOP
Issei blinked and leaned away from the other just slightly, when he heard that strange wet noise.
The toy had slipped out on its own, slick was dripping down his soft buttcheeks and onto the bed underneath. Issei's gaze ripped away from that beautiful view which was the gaping hole, slowly closing around nothing again, when he heard it.
A sob.
A teary sob.
Makki was sobbing. And shaking like a leaf thanks to the suppressed noises. Mattsun was suddenly too aware of their situation and he tried to form words. "I can st…" "Don't you fucking dare finish that sentence, Mattsun. I fucking… fucking swear to everything I hold dear… just… do something! I can't anymore! please! Please. PLEASE!"
Issei couldn't help but nod, when he grabbed the wet toy and shoved it back into the older.
Makki screamed in pleasure, grabbing his shoulders and his nails were biting into his thin skin, but he didn't mind. His hand was moving on its own and all Mattsun could do was watch. Watching the thick and long toy slip in and almost completely out of the wet and squelching hole. The man in front of him was thrashing and moaning with each motion of his hand.
"Fuck … yes… yes… yeeeees~!" Makki seemed completely gone, while he was trying to move more against his hand, which was already dripping thanks to the overspilling juices. "More… More…. please Mattsun… more~ Need you. Need you inside… fuck me. Fuck my wet asshole with that wonderful cock you have!" His voice was breathless and he sounded like he had been in a marathon and maybe he had been, a different kind but still. Issei only wanted to obey the wishes of the sweet smelling Omega, but something darker pushed itself onto the surface. "No."
"N… no? but… I am begging."
Not only begging but also whimpering in need for him. And the rush it brings was so damn good that he hungered for more. "First I make you cum on that toy… then I show you how good I fuck you with the real thing." Makki was moaning even more, Issei's hand never stopped while he explained himself. His motion only grew stronger and faster thanks to his own heated words. He wanted, no he needed, to see Makki come undone so bad. He wanted to imprint that image onto his retina to never forget.
"Yes… yes, yes, yes! Make me cum! So close… please! So good. So close… Knot. Need your knot so bad alpha~ "
Mattsun couldn't help but growl even louder, making Makki shiver and shake in pleasure, his dick throbbing and spilling more onto his stomach. "Close, so close… alpha… please… can I… can I come?" "How bad do you want it? How bad do you want to cum, blossom?"
The pet name slipped out so easily and it made Makki sob unconsciously.
"So bad… I want it… so… so much… please. Please make me cum. I know you can do it. You are so…. GOOOOOOOD! FUCK ISSEI!" Hearing the other yelling his given name almost made himself cum like a virgin touching himself for the first time.
It was hard keeping the toy inside him, his hole trying to push it out with how hard he orgasmed. Issei could see the convulsing muscles working around it and he wanted to feel it around his own dick so bad.
A few more hard and deep thrusts later and Makki was arching his back off the bed so beautifully. His mouth opened in a silent 'o' while his whole body came. His cum was shooting over his stomach in a few thick and white ribbons. He was shaking and twitching, breathing heavily.
But at the same time he was grabbing more at Issei. "More… gimme… more… Issei. Cock. Need your… dick… inside… fuck… me…" He was breathless, shaking like a tree in a storm but his body was screaming for the alpha between his legs.
Mattsun couldn't help it. Even if he could. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop. His body was moving on its own when he pulled that silicone out with force, Makkis body trying to clamp down onto it but to no avail. Without a second thought he plunged himself into the velvety softness.
Hot. Wet. Tight.
Delicious.
Mattsun couldn't help himself and already started pounding into that tight and overly sensitive channel. Leaning over him, Mattsun rested his forearms on either side of Makki's head. The pink haired man had thrown his arms over his shoulders, scratching along his back longingly. Makki had pushed one hand into his curly hair at the back of his head and pulled his face closer to his own.
"Could you… could… kiss?" Mattsuns heart was pounding inside his ears and drowning his thoughts. He leaned down and his lips met those pinkish and oh so soft ones of the other. It felt like an electrical current was ripping through his whole body and his next thrust was deeper, resting more on top of Makki. The other scratched with one hand down his back, moaning right into his mouth and Mattsun pushed his tongue into the hot wetness.
Mattsun wasn't able to think straight and he didn't want to. He only felt.
He felt the hot and wet tightness around his throbbing dick.
He felt the warm and soft tongue, rubbing along his own.
He felt the strong and beautiful body answering his movements with its own.
He felt Makki.
He felt his sobs and broken moans inside his mouth.
He felt the other's body twitching and already reaching its next peak.
His Alpha was roaring in delight and his howling of MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE!! like the only coherent thought echoing inside his mind. It wanted to mark so badly, but Issei was still aware of the situation they are in to just act on all his instincts. Not like this. Not in a damn situation like this. He wanted it to be honest and real and not a fucked up accident. He didn't want to lose his best friend over such a stupid…
"Get the fuck out of your… head… hnn… and… con… concentrate on… on me. Or am I not… good enough?"
Issei's eyes widened for a split second at the words, the insecure sound of the others breathless voice and he instantly snapped completely out of the hazard cloud of dark thoughts which wanted to envelope him again. "Fuck … your wet hole is so perfect. How could you not be… good enough for me?" He pressed those words out through gritted teeth. His movements grew faster and stronger, slipping his thick cock deeper into the wet channel.
Makki's short nails biting into his skin again. It felt like the other was clawing his back open and Mattsun couldn't care less. The opposite in fact. He always liked a little well placed pain.
But suddenly both hands pushed against his shoulders and he looked down at him. Had it been too much? He was so close he could feel his dick pulsing inside of the other. "Wanna… ride… fuck…" His eyes widened a sliver and he had to gulp hard, sweat dripping from the tip of his nose. "Sure…"
Mattsun pulled out of the other, both of them moaning in protest because of the loss of the other. Mattsun flopped down on his back, being surrounded by the others' scent even more. It was perfect.
Nothing in his life had prepared him for what came next.
Makki moved into his lap, gripping his dick and instantly sank down onto it without hesitation. He threw his head back and moaned loudly. "Fuck… Issei… so… fucking deep…" Thanks to the new position his dick slipped even deeper into the older and Mattsun moaned. He was so close. He didn't want it to end.
"A little…. a little more… you can do that for me… can't you, big boy?" Makkis voice was thick with arousal and Mattsun grabbed his slim waist. He simply nodded, not trusting his own voice right now. Makki grinned down at him and started his movements, moaning softly.
Mattsun was sure he was in hell but the good kind of. Makki must be some kind of incubus. The omega was moving on top of his lap so effortlessly, like he must have done so before. Often. The dark haired male pushed that thought aside. Of course the flower boy in his lap was no child of sadness. "Ow! What the fuck?" He growled and rubbed his chest quickly after the other had pinched one of his little buds there hard. "I want your undivided attention, can you do that? Just… Just once?" Makki was pleading, almost begging but he couldn't answer, just simply staring up at him. "Please?" He sounded offended, like he had been the one being pinched in the nipple.
Once? Whom was he kidding right now? His whole attention had always been with Makki. He grabbed his hips and pushed his own up. The noises of them both were filling the little room and the scents of them grew heavier. Makki's from his countless orgasms and Mattsun's from his own fast approaching one. He wanted to cum. He needed to. He needed to pull out. "Makki get… up." "No… fuck Mattsun… need your knot. Need you so bad… all of you!" The alpha inside his chest was howling. He felt like the cute man currently riding his dick like it was the only purpose he had, was everything he needed. And it was the truth. He only needed Makki.
But you can't have him. He's not for you. You are simply the dick he needs right now.
Mattsun couldn't hold back the growling and his nails bit into the soft skin at Makkis waist. "Close…" It was the only warning he could give. The next moment, when Makki pushed his hips down hard, he pulled him harder down onto his cock, pushing his own hips upwards while doing so. Without really thinking about it he had Makki impaled on his thick knot.
The soft pink muscle fluttered around it and milked him dry until he felt like his balls were empty. Makki flopped down onto his chest, breathing fast and heavy. His body was twitching every now and then thanks to the intensity of his orgasm. He liked the weight of the other on top of him while they were connected in that most intimate moment they could have without being mated.
Because he just wanted your stupid Alpha knot.
Mattsun closed his eyes and drifted off for a moment to gather his strength again.
"Why did you stop sending me stuff?"
Their bodies were still entangled limbs and sweaty underneath the light cover of the pink haired man's bedsheet. They had both slowly come down from their shared high. Mattsun hadn't been aware of Makki pulling the bedding over them, after he had slowly slipped from his lap and snuggled into his side instead.
Makki's head was resting upon his chest and Mattsun stroked and played with the soft cotton candy like strands. But at the question he stopped. Mattsun could feel the other tense. Feel his jaw working like he was about to say something but wasn't so sure how he should phrase it.
"I thought I was annoying you. I thought you'd found someone in Tokyo…"
Found someone better.
Found someone more suitable.
Found someone funnier.
Found someone better for you.
Found someone… not me.
"Matsukawa."
He suddenly felt so cold. He had heard the other calling him by many names but never like this. He was sure the other was regretting their little fun time already. His mind jumped to conclusions instantly, because that was the only rational reason behind that.
"Sorry. I can understand. We can simply forget what just…"
"Shut the fuck up you stupid fucking idiot!"
Issei frowned at this and shut his mouth hard, biting back what had just been on his tongue. Irritation and also something he couldn't name boiling up inside his chest.
"You really don't get it, do you? Fuck… and here I thought you were the smart one out of the two of us." The little laugh of the other sounded… sad? Slowly the weight of the slightly older one shifted off of him and he sat up with a hiss. Mattsun could only watch the back of the other and how his shoulder slumped at the sudden too great weight upon them.
"I've always wanted you. Like this, you know? Your stupid handsome face has always been on my mind when I went into heat. Also when I… when I masturbate. Your stupid voice echoing in my mind when I see certain stuff. I went to Tokyo because I couldn't stand seeing you with someone else. The thought alone made me feel sick and angry. I tried dating others. I tried feeling what I feel with you while being with someone other than you. It never happened. I always felt more and more empty. I felt like drowning and dehydrating at the same time. I felt so hungry just to never be satisfied. Like there had always been that fucking Mattsun shaped hole inside my mind. It didn't matter how many people I slept with."
Makki flinched and turned his head with wide eyes when he heard the other growl angrily. It was frightening and scary but also so damn hot and his body shivered, his lower body also slightly twitching, lazily but interested. He had never heard the other like that.
"Fuck…"
Matsukawa stroked his hand over his face, rubbing at the light stubble at his chin. "Sorry. But the thought of someone else having seen you like I had seen you just now makes me so damn angry. It's stupid. It's irrational because… because we've always just been friends. Best friends. But…"
He threw his arm around the other's waist, pulling him back against him. Makki had tried to put some bodily distance between them again after his words. His head turned away from Mattsun and the latter couldn't help but smile a little.
"... but I had always wanted more. I wanted you. Always had and always will. I had been on a few dates. I had a bunch of one night stands… but none had been like you. Well not how I imagined you at least. The real you is far better than that as well tho."
At this the both simply stared at each other until they both erupted into loud and ugly laughter, Makki snorting, slumping back into the other's side. Mattsun immediately pulled him against him again so the other rested his head on his shoulder. "We're more stupid than fucking IwaOi! Can you believe that?!" Makki pushed his head into the crock of his neck and Mattsun could feel him inhale his scent there. It made his satisfied Alpha purr like a big housecat, lifting his head lazily in interest, licking its lips.
"Yep… we're really stupid. But to be honest? You're the only one I want to be that stupid with." Makki slapped his chest lightly, while giggling like a little kid and looking up from his spot at the other's neck. "Big fucking sap!" They both laughed like they were high schoolers again and not some nearly 30 ones. Mattsun shivered, when he felt soft lips at his neck, couldn't help the stupid grin stretching his lips.
This was almost perfect. Maybe they have to talk about this whole situation in a clearer moment but right now they just need each other's embrace and mostly a good long shower. And maybe some more, but that was a different story.