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{how to train your sex-monster in three easy steps}
It was Sunday. Makoto’s eyes popped open, and for a moment he luxuriated in the feel of Haruka’s body pressed against his chest. He glanced down at his boyfriend – boyfriend! It was still unbelievable, even after two weeks - and smiled tiredly; Haruka was still sleeping soundly, his breathing slow and steady.
He wanted to run his fingers through Haruka’s hair; he wanted to watch him sleep peacefully for hours, memorising the play of the sunlight on his face; he wanted to carefully kiss his way down Haruka’s body, committing every part of him and taste of him to memory, taking his time. This was the first morning they’d woken up in the same bed together after all – Makoto had slept over.
But none of that was going to happen. Makoto had to get out of bed, now, and he had to do it without Haruka waking up.
He edged his way away from Haru slowly, first shifting his chest backwards a little, and then working his butt and legs into the same direction. He grimaced a little at that, it hurt. This was nothing new really, his lower region seemed to be in a perpetual state of injury these days. It wasn’t a bad hurt, but…
It wasn’t Haruka’s fault either. Makoto hadn’t wanted to hurt him, so he’d decided to be on the receiving end from the start. He hadn’t thought they would be engaging in sex as often as they did though, so ouch.
He wormed his way backwards a little more, checking to see if Haru’s breathing pattern changed at all. Nope, he was still in the clear. He swung his legs over the bed gingerly - ouch, glanced back at Haruka one more time, and then tiptoed across the floor to the pile of clothes that included his boxers.
Haru’s jammers were tossed haphazardly, almost possessively over the boxers, and Makoto blushed at the image, and at the memories of the previous night.
He slipped them on, and then rooted around for his jeans. That was precaution number one. Wear clothes. Haruka was far more successful at initiating sex if Makoto was in any state of undress. Oh, who was he kidding, so far Haruka had a 100% success rate at initiating sex regardless of his attire, but it was time to take a stand.
He left his T-shirt where it was and softly left the room whilst pulling his jeans over his legs and thankfully not tripping.
That was precaution number two: Get out of the bedroom. Just two weeks had already taught Makoto a lot about Haruka in predatorial-wantsexneedsex-now mode. It wasn’t very different to his wantwatermuststripmustswim-mode, really. The trick was to remove the temptation from Haruka. Prevention was the cure. When it came to water, the way to avoid catastrophe was to take Haruka to places where there was no water. And well, when it came to sex Makoto was sure that not lying naked in Haru’s bed would be a fairly good preventative. It was a start, at least. Haruka didn’t seem to care where he had sex, but, yeah, removing temptation, that was the thing.
He tottered down the stairs a little unsteadily towards the kitchen.
Time for precaution three: Distract him. Heaven knew, that was a difficult thing to do. Once Nanase Haruka had his sights set on something, he was like a magnet in the approximate range of a large clump of metal, he was unstoppably propelled by the attraction. But there were two things that could momentarily take up his attention, water and mackerel. Water was a no-no, Makoto had discovered, because Haruka had no qualms about having sex in water, in fact he liked that best. Mackerel though, he might have a fighting chance with mackerel.
He wasn’t the best cook, but he got out the grill and the fish – he did not tie Haruka’s apron around his torso, he wasn’t dumb, aprons were to sex like red flags were to bulls – and started cooking his shameful fish breakfast.
This was wrong.
He was purposefully scheming to not have sex with the man he loved. It was a horrible thing to do, but Makoto needed a reprieve. Everything hurt, and he was exhausted. Was there something like sex exhaustion? He needed to not have sex today. Just today. Sunday was a rest day, right? Wasn’t it okay to rest?
When he’d woken up this morning, tiredly, he’d immediately thought he’d want to spend the morning in bed with Haruka, cuddling. Cuddling and kissing. Only cuddling and kissing. And then he’d realised that that wasn’t a possibility. Haruka would want sex. Haruka liked sex a lot (a gross understatement), sex was the third part of the holy Haruka trilogy, he wouldn’t understand why he couldn’t have it.
So, Makoto had schemed, and the ‘precaution’-plan had been formulated. And now he was standing over a pan of mackerel, wracked with guilt.
Two slim arms wound their way around his torso, and Haru kissed Makoto’s shoulder blades and pressed himself against his back. He hadn’t even heard him coming downstairs, probably due to the crackling of oil in the frying pan.
“I woke up and you weren’t there,” his tone of voice didn’t imply anything, but Makoto knew the words meant more than just the statement they appeared to be. It was a complaint, a gentle reprimand. Makoto swivelled his neck to look at him.
“It’s our first morning together as a couple, so I wanted to surprise you with breakfast,” he lied, forcing a smile. And now he was being dishonest too. Haru looked cute, eyes still a little droopy from sleep and hair mussed.
His arms tightened around Makoto’s torso almost painfully though, and he looked alert instantly. “…What’s wrong?”
Makoto turned back to the fish. Of course, he was a fool. Haruka always knew when he was lying, or when he was putting on a brave façade, or a not 100% genuine smile. Why had he thought he’d be able to fool him?
He picked up a fish with the skillet half-heartedly.
Haru unwound his arms and stood next to him. “What’s wrong?” he repeated insistently, eyes fixed on Makoto.
Makoto tore his gaze away from the fish and met his boyfriend’s – (boyfriend!) - obliquely honest gaze, and saw nothing but concern and protectiveness.
He sighed. “It… it hurts,” he managed. “I hurt. I mean, I’m sore. So I didn’t want to have sex today.” That was it, but not all of it. “So I thought I’d,” his gaze dropped to the floor, “Distract you with food.” Still not all of it, but enough for now maybe. He attempted another smile, “But it’s not a big deal, and…”
Haruka didn’t laugh at him, or look angry, he only looked thoughtful and gently took the skillet out of his hand. “I’ll do it, your cooking is horrible,” he interrupted, a microscopic smile on his lips. “Sit down, do you want a cushion?”
“I’ll make tea,” Makoto offered gingerly, not entirely sure if everything was okay, if they were okay.
“Your tea is horrible too,” and this time he was definitely teasing, “Just sit. You can boil the kettle if you want.”
Makoto retrieved a cushion, and then he sat -ouch, fretting internally as he watched Haruka bustle in the kitchen. He’d put on his apron, and was making tea while keeping an eye on the almost cooked fish.
Neither of them said anything. Haruka stirred tea and then skilfully flipped the mackerel onto two plates, and carried the tea and the food to the table.
Then he went back to the kitchen cabinet and retrieved a bottle of soy sauce, and a bottle of cooking oil, and cutlery and salt. He also bought these to the table, perfectly normal behaviour, but there was a weirdly sensual stance to his hips. It looked off.
Then the routine deviated from the norm, and Haruka undid the drawstring of the shorts he’d been wearing. His pants dropped to the floor, and he stepped out of them, completely bare, standing and looking down at Makoto unselfconsciously.
Part of Makoto thought, ‘oh no, he didn’t, not after the part where I nervously shared my intimacy problems for the day and said I didn’t want to have sex,’ and sadly, another comparatively smaller (but not small) part of his body reacted.
(He was seventeen.)
As Makoto’s different body parts argued with each other, Haruka dropped to his knees and then crawled – crawled - onto Makoto’s lap, still remarkably naked.
And wasn’t it amazing how he’d seen Haru nude these past two weeks more than he’d seen him clothed, and it was still unbearably beautiful?
“Haru,” he warned.
Haruka gently kissed the corner of his mouth, settling into his lap fully, rolling his sinful nakedness around Makoto’s jeans. “It’s okay,” he said, lips still against Makoto’s jaw, warm breath tickling his ear, the edges of his black fringe tickling everything. “I won’t do you.”
Not the point Haru, not the point at all.
Haruka Nanase, seducer extraordinaire nipped at Makoto’s earlobe – damnit, his ears were almost his most sensitive body part and Haru knew that - and then breathed, “It won’t hurt you. I want you to do me.” And then he reached for the cooking oil.
Well, damn.
(…He was seventeen.)
The mackerel went cold on the table.
{we don’t have to take our clothes off to have a good time}
Kou was walking out of the locker room irritably when Nagisa and Rei approached. Nagisa was happily chattering about how math period was finally over, it really sucked that math was their last class on a Friday wasn’t it, but now they could swim and forget all about stupid vectors and equations.
Rei tuned out this blasphemy and took stock of Kou’s seemingly flaring ears, the stubborn set to her lips and the determined gait to her walk. He licked his lips apprehensively.
“Are they, are they in there?” he asked, eyes nervously darting towards the locker room.
She didn’t have to reply, because right then Makoto’s by now familiar moan of, “Ah, Haru-u-u!” resounded over the pool area. Kou’s eye twitched and she did stomp her foot at that.
“Enough,” she snapped, glaring at Rei and Nagisa. “I’ve had enough of this.”
Rei stared at her worriedly, Nagisa leaned forward in interest. “Gou-chan’s angry!” he exclaimed.
“It’s Kou,” she barked. “Anyway, go change. We have a meeting here in two minutes, just the three of us.”
“But Makoto-senpai and Haru-chan-san are in…” Rei began.
“Quick,” Kou snapped. “Go change. Just don’t look at them, they won’t care. They’re in the back corner behind the lockers anyway so you won’t see them if you’re careful, but its not like there’s any shame or decency left in either of them anymore. Especially not in Haruka-senpai.” She glowered.
Nagisa sniggered and gleefully bounced towards the locker room, throwing the door open. “Afternoon Haru-chan, Mako-chan!” Rei heard him bellow sunnily. “Ooh, nice position today, I hear that gives maximum pleasure!”
He squawked a half-involuntary strangled, “Nagisa-kun!” and Kou glowered at him. “Go!” she ordered imperiously, pointing to the locker room.
Rei went, covering his head with his hand and staring at the floor industriously as he stepped into the locker room and notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening. He was at one with the silence, with the nothingness. He was Zen. Nothing he could hear could faze him.
He fumbled his way to his locker and then quickly and neatly disrobed.
He’d also started wearing his swim-suit under his school clothes since well, since this had started, because he’d never known when he wouldn’t be able to get into the locker room, so it was easier to just discreetly pull off his clothes outside and neatly fold them into his bag than to deal with…. This.
“Haaah,” moaned Makoto on cue, ruining Rei’s Zen-bubble.
‘It was really hard to continue respecting your captain,’ he mused as he studiously tugged off a sock, ‘When you intimately knew what he sounded like on the brink of orgasm.’ He did still respect Makoto-senpai, because he was still the same, gentle caring person he had always been, albeit just a gentle caring person that now participated in public acts of lewd sex a few times per day.
‘Everybody has their faults,’ Rei thought virtuously, going for the other sock.
And he still respected Haruka-senpai too, of course. He did not particularly enjoy the occasions where they would all happily be swimming in their lanes, and then suddenly Haruka-senpai would startlingly charge across Rei and Nagisa’s lanes like an avenging dolphin into Makoto’s and smush him up against the pool wall, right there, until Kou started yelling. (On one memorable occasion, she’d dislodged him from Makoto with the pool’s net.) So scandalous. And it really put Rei off his butterfly stroke.
Rei folded the socks into his locker. There, all done. Now he could sprint out of there, he just had to remember to keep his head down, and notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening.
“Ooh Mako-chan, your moans are so sexy,” Nagisa was still chattering amicably. “Oh, you look pissed Haru-chan, haha don’t worry, I’m not into Mako-chan, well, not in a romantic sense. I just meant I think he should be a porn star. I’m sure gay guys all over the world would love to see Mako-chan urk-.” They never did get to hear what gay guys all over the world would have loved to see Mako-chan do, because Rei had corralled Nagisa’s neck and was herding him out of the locker room determinedly, gritting his teeth as he made a break for the relative normality of outside.
He succeeded.
Kou was tapping her foot right outside the door. “That was three minutes,” she barked waspishly, clearly still in a horrible mood, “Three extra laps for both of you.”
Rei released his hold on Nagisa’s neck.
“But for now we have more important things to discuss,” Kou’s ponytail bobbed dramatically as she led them towards the far end of the pool, presumably to engage in gossip, Rei deduced.
She stood legs apart, hands on her hips and faced them.
“It’s been a month!” she began. “Four weeks of listening to sex, seeing live sex, smelling sex! Weeks where I’ve learned more about man-sex than the most perverted fujoshi knows, and I never asked to! I feel like my life has become the set of a porn movie! It has to stop! We have to stop Haruka-senpai!”
Rei stared at his bare feet. Stopping Haruka-senpai wasn’t something that he wanted to contemplate. Haruka-senpai generally floated through life disregarding most things, it seemed, but when it came to water, and sex with Makoto, wild dogs wouldn’t drag Haruka-senpai away. Wild feral dogs. He was just like that.
Nagisa was supremely unhelpful. “Aww, but they’re having so much fun Gou-chan,” he beamed.
Gou… Kou, Rei amended, seemed to realise that she was not reaching her target audience with her words. She looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I don’t think Makoto-senpai is having that much fun,” she said quietly.
“What do you mean, Gou-chan?”
“He looks so tired these days,” she murmured. “And he’s always limping, and covered in marks. He looks wounded.”
Rei adjusted his goggles on his head.
“Sometimes Haru-chan is the one limping,” Nagisa pointed out.
“Yeah, but he looks like he really enjoys his limping,” Kou spat, eyes flashing. It seemed the mere mention of Haruka-senpai triggered violent anger in her. “Makoto doesn’t. He just looks exhausted. I don’t know why Haruka-senpai doesn’t notice that, I thought he cared for Makoto more than just physically.” She punched the air. “How they cared for each other when they were just friends was beautiful. I thought their bond was really special, not just the plot of a cheap low-grade porn movie.”
Ah. And there it was. The niggling feeling that something about this was wrong -–besides all their collective innocence being corrupted of course – and Kou had hit the nail on the head.
“Hormones can make you blind,” Nagisa said sagely, but sounding more subdued than he normally would have.
Rei decided to enter the conversation. “Excessive sexual activity depletes the brain and spinal fluids of acetylcholine, dopamine and serotonin. Also diminished are hormones such as hGH, DHEA, testosterone, thyroxine and Triiodothyronine, all neurotransmitters that are responsible for human functioning. This is detrimental to one’s physical wellbeing and explains Makoto-senpai’s exhaustion.”
Nagisa gave him a blank look, and Rei adjusted his goggles again.
“I agree with Kou-kun, they are both endangering their health, and,” he sighed, “I want to help Makoto-senpai. And Haruka-senpai. I don’t think this is good for them physically or emotionally. Even if Haruka-senpai is still enjoying this now, the long-term effects of overindulging in sexual intercourse will deteriorate his health. I don’t want them to be unhealthy, or unhappy.”
Kou gave him a small smile. “And it would be nice if we could go into the locker room without seeing porn,” she added. “What do we do though?”
Rei straightened his shoulders. “We should talk to Haruka-senpai. We should gently make him see that he’s hurting his friend. Haruka-senpai cares about Makoto; about all of us, even if he’s blinded by lust he should understand if we…”
“We should stage an intervention!” Nagisa whooped, suddenly energized.
Rei was fairly certain that Nagisa was viewing this as some new exciting game to play, as something he hadn’t tried yet instead of an emergency friends-in-need situation.
“Yosh! We should do it now!” Nagisa pumped a fist in the air. “I’ll go grab Mako-chan, you two get Haru-chan, he’ll be more difficult to handle!” And with that he was off, charging towards the locker room, ignoring Rei’s despairing calls of, “Nagisa-kun! Wait! We should plan first!”
Kou groaned. “Well, I suppose we’re staging a spontaneous intervention,” she grumbled. “Not like we have a choice.”
There were sudden shouts in the locker room, and then Rei winced as he heard Nagisa shout, “Haha! I’m stealing Mako-chan away from you Haru-chan and you can’t stop me!” – and then the locker room door burst open and Nagisa emerged, firmly dragging a confused looking Makoto-senpai by the wrist.
‘Thank gods, he’s wearing his swimsuit,’ was the first thing Rei thought. Having a naked spontaneous intervention would have been doubly awkward. Nagisa broke into a run, looking frantically enthusiastic, still dragging Makoto, and then Haruka appeared at the locker room door.
Rei gulped. He looked pissed, as if he were about to go one-on-one with a man who’d thrown vats of concrete mix into a pool.
Nagisa came galloping towards them, dragging Makoto, stopping only long enough to dramatically yell, “Haru-chan’s coming! Catch him! Or save yourselves!” He snickered gleefully as he ran past.
Rei exchanged glances with Kou.
It was certainly very tempting to let Haruka catch up with Nagisa and beat him to a pulp, and let him drag Makoto (the spoils of victory) back to his locker-cave, but no. They were a team, even though Nagisa danced to a very different beat, they could do this for Makoto-senpai and for Haruka-senpai.
He would clobber Nagisa afterwards.
Kou’s eyes on his were decisive. “I’ll be the bad cop,” she said softly.
“Then I’ll be the good cop,” Rei said.
“And I’ll be the robber!” Nagisa yelled from far behind them, damn, but he had good hearing.
She gave a little nod, as did Rei, and they both turned to face Haruka, who – to his immense credit – was not indulging Nagisa’s whims and running after him. He looked deeply annoyed, blue eyes stormy, but he was walking calmly towards them.
Rei risked a glance backwards. Nagisa (still clutching the helpless Makoto) was dancing at the edge of the pool, waggling his fingers and sticking out his tongue at Haruka. “I’ve got Mako-chan and you can’t have him!” he chanted.
Rei looked to the front again, and his respect for Haruka-senpai was boundless, because he only blinked at the goading as he reached them.
“What is he doing?” he asked quietly. “We were kissing, and then he grabbed Makoto, pulled him away and said he was a hostage and I would never see him again.”
Rei rolled his eyes and Kou scowled darkly.
“That’s right! This is an intervention!” Nagisa declared, clearly having the time of his life. “Nobody move!”
“That’s not how interventions work,” Kou snapped crossly. Her voice softened. “But he’s right about one thing Haruka-senpai, this is an intervention.”
“An intervention?” he repeated blankly.
Kou nodded.
“Haruka-senpai,” Rei began, “We’re worried.”
“We’re concerned about Makoto,” Kou said firmly.
“About Makoto and you,” Rei added.
Haruka’s eyes widened.
Kou ploughed on bravely. “You’re hurting Makoto-senpai, Haruka-senpai,” she said ruthlessly.
Rei understood why she said that, but it was heart-wrenching to see Haruka-senpai, who had once given up on swimming because he had hurt a friend, process the idea that he was hurting Makoto.
“I don’t understand,” he murmured.
“You’re having too much sex Haru-chan!” Nagisa yelled, giving him a thumbs up.
“I’m not hurting him with…” Haruka began.
“You are,” Kou said, voice hard but eyes soft. “Look at him. Really look at him.”
Nagisa obliged, unfurling Makoto from behind his back as if he were Exhibit A, or alternatively an item being advertised on an infomercial channel.
Makoto was shaking his head in protest. Haruka examined him intently.
“Look how tired he is Haruka-senpai,” Kou continued, relentless. “His grades are dropping because he’s too tired to study, you know. He almost passed out at practice the other day. But you don’t know that because you’re only interested in his body lately. Look at all those marks on him, do you think it’s okay for him to have to always hide his body from his family? When last did you properly talk to Makoto?”
Haruka’s eyes widened even more.
“Makoto is a person Haruka-senpai,” she went on sternly. She was good at playing bad-cop, maybe a little too good at it. “He’s not a pool. You can’t just dive into him whenever you feel like it, because he has a life too; he gets hurt too, he wants to do his own things sometimes, he is not an inanimate body of water!”
Ouch. Haruka flinched.
“Sex is healthy,” Rei interjected hurriedly, before Kou could rip Haruka-senpai's heart out even more, “But too much sex can cause a lot of strain on a body. And it affects your concentration. Don’t you feel tired too sometimes Haruka-senpai? With your training regimens, and the amount of sex you two have you should be exhausted all the time.”
“Haru-chan is a stud, he never gets tired!” Nagisa interjected helpfully from over the water.
Rei scowled, but thankfully Haruka didn’t seem to be paying Nagisa any attention. He was still staring at Makoto, trembling.
“We think,” Rei said, “We think you have a problem Haruka-senpai. And we want to help you.”
Haruka finally tore his gaze away from Makoto, who was now trying to extricate himself from Nagisa’s vice-like grip. He looked at Rei. “You are my friends,” he said slowly. “And if you think something is wrong…” he trailed off, and bit his lip. “If I’m hurting Makoto, he’ll never admit it, so I should be the strong one, right?”
He wasn’t really talking to them anymore, Rei realised, he was talking to himself. Then he looked at the hostage scene at the end of the pool again.
“Makoto!” he called across the pool, some sort of intent in his face.
Rei glanced backwards. Makoto looked horrified. “Haru, no!” he shouted. “I’m fine!”
“Makoto,” Haruka-senpai’s voice had a warning tone in it, and Makoto’s eyes dropped to the sparkling pool water.
“Well, yes, my grades have been dropping, and I am tired, but I’m working on that - I'm eating plenty of nuts and seeds, I read up on that, and it's already helping…” he started.
Haruka's eyes were shimmering, Rei had never seen him look that emotional. “Oh Makoto,” he said softly.
He moved past Kou and Rei and stood facing the pool. Then he dove into the water, beautifully as always. Just a few simple dolphin-like kicks under the water, and he resurfaced near the side where Nagisa was still determinedly holding onto Makoto’s wrist. Haruka-senpai watched him for a moment, and then gently took hold of Makoto’s ankle, looking up at him from the water.
Makoto-senpai stared down at him, eyes suspiciously bright.
Rei couldn’t quite make out what he was saying, because he was speaking softly, but it looked like: “I’m sorry Makoto.” Or possibly, “I worry Makoto.”
Nagisa seemed to notice that Kou and Rei couldn’t hear, and decided to take up the role of interpreter. “He’s saying he’s sorry!” he bellowed across the pool.
“You don’t have to apologise Haru,” Makoto said urgently. Oddly enough, it looked like he really meant that. “It’s not like you forced me, I wanted it too. Though,” he said, voice a little shy, “It is nice just hugging and kissing you sometimes.”
“He’s saying he wants romance, not just sex!” translated Nagisa.
“We can hear him,” Rei snapped, feeling his cheeks redden.
This seemed to upset Haruka even more. “You want... just hugs?” he asked slowly. (Rei felt bad for watching, this was somehow more intimate than the live porn.)
“No!” Makoto back-pedalled. “Definitely not just hugs. But sometimes maybe we could just kiss and cuddle. Or talk.” He seemed to notice his audience and blushed, as if saying the words 'kiss' and 'cuddle' were far more embarrassing than being caught having sex repeatedly.
“Still saying stuff about romance!” Nagisa called, eyeing a passing dragonfly. Rei activated his ‘ignore the embarrassing Nagisa’-button and pretended he didn’t exist.
Haruka was still staring up at Makoto from the water, and nodded decisively. “Okay,” he said. “Makoto, you are romantic, and I forgot that. I was selfish. I was so addicted to your body, to having sex with you that I forgot to be your friend.” The words were stilted and awkward, but Makoto’s face was rapidly reddening. Haruka stared at the ankle he was holding onto, and then leaned forward and gently pressed his lips onto Makoto’s bare foot. Makoto squeaked. So did Kou. “I’m sorry for being a bad friend. I will show you that our friendship and our relationship is important to me, and,” Haruka took a deep breath, looking deeply troubled. “I won’t have sex for a month to prove it.”
“Aww,” said Kou.
‘So sweet,’ thought Rei.
“I’ll bet 1000 yen against that,” said Nagisa.
“No sex? What? No!” said Makoto, looking appalled.
Haruka was sporting a small, genuine smile and he tugged at Makoto’s ankle playfully. The pool side was probably wet, because Makoto immediately went tumbling into the pool with a surprised shout. When he surfaced, Haruka was there, smiling at him, and then the two wet boys were hugging each other in the water, and it was kind of beautiful. Rei’s heart felt light and happy.
Until Nagisa yelled, “Group hug!” and jumped into the pool too, immediately hanging onto Haruka’s back.
“He’s not reading the moment,” Rei grumbled. Then he saw that Haruka-senpai was smiling at him and Kou, and Nagisa was laughing on his back, as Makoto extended a hand to them, beaming.
To complete the happy perfection, a small white butterfly alighted onto Haruka-senpai's hair.
“Maybe he is reading the moment correctly," Kou said, giving Rei a small smile. "Just this once." And with that they both leapt into the pool, and Makoto slung an arm around Rei and Kou ducked her head between Haruka-senpai and Makoto-senpai's arms, and they hugged.
Beautiful.
{another sex monster appears}
“Haru,” Makoto said as they were walking home, “You didn’t really mean that about not having sex for a month, did you?”
“I meant it,” Haruka said, playfully giving the long fingers curled in his hand a little squeeze.
“Well, you don’t have to, because Kou and Rei and Nagisa, they meant well with their intervention, but they never asked my opinion,” he said.
Haruka glanced over at Makoto. His green eyes were serious.
“I mean, maybe they’re right, and we’ve been having too much sex. But I wanted it every time, you know. If I look at you, and you give me that look, I want it. Even when I’m tired I still want you, so it was never your fault.”
Haruka nodded, and squeezed his index finger in understanding. Makoto wanted him to not feel guilty. Fine, it had been consensual, he knew that already. But he’d still been wrong, because he hadn’t taken Makoto’s character into account when they’d started this. Makoto would literally kill himself to make others happy, and in this case had been on the way to doing that. It was Haruka’s job to prevent that, not instigate it.
“Anyway,” Makoto said, “We don’t have to abstain, right? Instead of a sex fast, maybe we should go on a sex diet?” His eyes were glittering, hopeful, as he stared at Haru. “We could have sex twice a day, instead of three times and two blow-jobs like we usually do?”
Haruka smiled a little. “No,” he said. “No sex for a month, I was serious.”
“Once a day?” Makoto countered pleadingly. “And one blowjob?”
“It’s not a transaction,” Haruka said.
“Haru, that’s not fair,"Makoto whined. "I never agreed to this. I need sex too. Fine, just blowjobs and handjobs for a week, and then we can have sex once a day?”
Haruka ran his thumb over Makoto’s. “No,” he said.
“Three times a week?”
“No.”
“Twice?”
“Stop that.”
Makoto frowned. “Then I’ll have to seduce you,” he declared.
“You can try, but it won’t work,” Haruka said pleasantly, leaning over to plant a small kiss on his cheek. Actually, it was going to be really hard to say no to Makoto, never mind not grabbing him whenever he pleased, and he mentally resigned himself to lots of cold showers – yaye! – but he would hold fast.
They were going to be romantic if it killed them.