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It had been a harrowing experience that absolutely disgusted Kinshiro. The day had been rather pleasurable – the sun and sand had been a relaxing change despite the questionable neighbouring beach- but to think that they would run into those rowdy, smelly Earth Defence Club members – the president felt as if his vacation had been violated. No, not only his vacation had been violated, he reminded himself as he shook the image out of his mind.
He sat in the hot bath, angrily scrubbing the dirt and mud off himself. Arima and Gero were heatedly discussing their encounter with the Earth Defence Club, but he had tuned it out automatically at first. Gero always had a bone to pick with them, but Arima seemed more chill than usual. Maybe the vacation was getting to the dark-haired boy – he seemed to care less than usual. Or it could be the fact that he hadn’t ended up on the forest floor, pinned by an Earth Defence Club member. The hot water had calmed him somewhat, so he looked up at his fellow Student Council members.
Gero was talking amiably, distractedly brushing through his cherry blossom-pink curls. “-possible to have them removed from the premises? This vacation has turned into a mess thanks to them.” He harrumphed, dipping his head lower into the water. “That Ryuu imbecile dared call me a molester when he was the one that knocked off my yukata. He may have potential beauty, but his actions say otherwise.”
“You seem quite taken with his friend though,” Arima pointed out dryly, idly paddling in the water with his eyes closed. “That one that you recruited for the council before – Naruko, was it?” His eyes opened slightly, a teasing light visible. “Don’t tell me you had your eye on him even before, Akoya.”
“I did not!” Gero protested, his cheeks stained a pretty pink like his hair. Kinshiro glanced at him despite pretending to be occupied with cleaning – the beautiful boy was blushing as he touched his hair. He snorted – Gero looked like a girl smitten in love, whatever he said otherwise. It was obvious that Naruko Io had certainly held a place in Gero’s thoughts.
“What do you think, Kinshiro?” Arima said cheerfully, looking at the president. “Fancy any of the Earth Club members yourself?”
Usually when someone mentioned the Earth Defence Club, Kinshiro’s mind instantly went to Atsushi. Both of them had shared a special relationship when they were younger, and despite drifting apart due to their differences, he still yearned for Atsushi’s companionship even though he never revealed it. He felt irritated at Atsushi for leaving him to join those mundane boys at the Earth Defence Club. However at that moment, he found himself thinking of a certain lazy-eyed, brown-haired third year, much to his chagrin.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Kinshiro said evenly, even though he was half-telling himself that. It was silly to think of the other young man – Yufuin, was it? – especially when he had pinned the president to the ground. His smirk was still clear in Kinshiro’s memory, unfortunately.
Oh, president, you smell nice. Just got out of the bath?
And I’m having another one to cleanse myself of you, Kinshiro thought angrily as he repeatedly brushed his shoulder as if trying to clean his touch away. Yufuin’s teasing tone hadn’t helped either, and Kinshiro wasn’t able to forget it that easily. How dare that commoner touch him, let alone smell him. If anything, he would rather Atsushi be the one that had jumped on him, rather than that ruffian.
“I’m retiring to my room,” Kinshiro said, getting out of the bath. “I will see you two tomorrow morning at breakfast. After that, I will make plans to buy this entire beach for future purposes.”
“As expected of our president,” Arima said, shrugging. He flashed Kinshiro a grin. “Sleep well.”
“Rest yourself, president,” Gero said charmingly, smiling. “I’m sure you need it, after being so roughly treated by those buffoons. Would you like me to ring up a masseuse from the front desk?”
Kinshiro considered it before nodding. “That would be excellent. Good night, gentlemen.”
He walked back into the lounge and into his separate room, where he had a balcony for himself. Quietly, he undid the front of his freshly pressed yukata to let the cool night air brush over his heated skin. Being in the bath was relaxing, and he felt less riled up now.
In fact, he still felt bothered, but in a different way. Yufuin was clearly another imbecile, yet somehow he felt drawn to him. Every time they made eye contact, there would be his little, all-knowing smirk that said I took Atsushi from you, what’re you gonna do about it? And that made Kinshiro feel irritated.
At first, he had thought he was jealous that Atsushi went to him, which was the obvious outcome. But recently, he had discovered that instead, he felt envious that Atushi had Yufuin instead. The blue-eyed boy clearly devoted most of his time to be with Atsushi, making it a point to smile smugly at Kinshiro whenever they passed. If Kinshiro was honest with himself, he’d willingly admit he had been taken with Yufuin since a while ago, but even he scoffed at the ridiculousness of it all. The other boy was certainly attractive, but definitely not within his league.
“You called for a masseuse, sir?” a voice called from the entrance of the room.
“I did,” Kinshiro replied absentmindedly, stretching lazily. This vacation was making him feel slackish. He would have to get back to work soon.
To his surprise, he heard the balcony door sliding shut. Turning around, he was astonished to see a familiar, but unwelcome person leaning against the entrance of his balcony, looking amused.
“Yufuin!” Kinshiro said angrily. “What are you doing here? How dare you enter my room! Leave at once!”
“Whoa whoa,” the taller boy said, raising his hands. “Look – I was passing by because Yumoto wanted to take a look at this place, and Io was interested in the finance handling or whatever. But I think they mistakenly thought I was one of their workers, so they pushed me into this room and told me to get on with it. Apparently they’re short on staff, so they didn’t even bother to check. Plus, they shoved me in, I can’t get out without a keycard.”
“You-” Kinshiro inhaled deeply. No, he couldn’t get flustered. It wasn’t like him to, but his heart was banging a mile a minute. Why couldn’t it have been Atsushi, he groaned silently. At least that would have been easier to deal with.
“You must be under plenty of stress to call for a massage,” Yufuin said coyly, tilting his head. “Just as expected of the president.” He was still wearing the same yukata from just now, but it was open and exposed his strong neck and broad chest. Kinshiro looked away, feeling heat travel up to his ears.
“Whatever. Just use my keycard and go,” Kinshiro muttered, tossing him the keycard from his yukata fold. “Get out of my sight. Go back to Atsushi, or whatever that you fancy.”
Yufuin caught the keycard and examined it, raising his eyebrows. Instead of leaving, he pocketed it, looking exasperated. “Since I’m here already, let’s just clear things up,” he said flatly, approaching Kinshiro. “You know, Atsushi and I don’t have that kind of relation-”
Whatever he wanted to say and whatever Kinshiro was ready to reject him with fell away into panicked gasps as Yufuin tripped in his geta, falling right into Kinshiro. The silver-haired boy winced, bracing himself for impact, but it never came. Instead, he could smell a faint, bath-bomb scent, coupled with fine brown hairs tickling his face. When he opened his eyes, he stared directly at a pair of cerulean-blue ones. A broad, toned chest was pressed up against his, and he could feel a pair of arms enveloping him, grasping at the balcony railing behind.
“That was close,” Yufuin muttered. “Are you alright, president?”
Kinshiro blinked as he came to his senses. A shiver ran down his back as he realized Yufuin was pressed up against him against the balcony, their faces only inches apart. His entire pathway was blocked because of Yufuin’s arms on either side, so he could only stare aghast at the other boy, who seemed oblivious to his doing.
“R-remove yourself from me!” Kinshiro snapped, bringing up his arms to push at Yufuin’s shoulders. The bigger boy barely budged, only pausing to give Kinshiro a dry look before it turned into one of amusement.
“Ah, this happened before, didn’t it?” he murmured, a wicked glint in his eyes. He leaned in slowly, purposely angling his face away slightly to inhale deeply, almost mockingly. “You smell nice, president. Did you have another bath?”
“You ruffian,” Kinshiro hissed, squeezing his eyes shut in panic as Yufuin proceeded to sniff at his neck. He considered transforming into Aurlite, but that would certainly reveal his identity, and Lord Zundar would end him if that happened. The hedgehog was asleep in Arima’s room, which made it inconvenient to call for help. He settled for the usual fashion. “Leave immediately, or I’ll call on Gero and Arima!”
“There’s no need for that, president,” Yufuin said amiably, finally stepping away. Instantly, the cool night air settled back around Kinshiro, who suddenly felt a chill from the loss of body heat. He sneezed, noting that Yufuin still stood there in front of him, his gaze suddenly… different.
“W-what are you waiting for? Leave!” Kinshiro demanded.
“I would… but I have to say, president,” Yufuin murmured, his eyes traveling further down, “you’re rather a nice sight right now.”
Kinshiro looked down and blushed furiously. Again, somehow, the collision had knocked his yukata open, leaving it gathered around his shoulders to reveal his milky-pale chest and torso. The uneven cloth had rumpled, revealing a slender, white leg along with a very tantalizing view of his waistline.
“Turned on by a man? I thought you could sink no lower,” Kinshiro said harshly, attempting to sound haughty. He hastily readjusted his yukata, only for Yufuin’s hands to seize his wrists. His grip was strong, and Kinshiro made a sound of protest as he failed to wriggle out.
“If I remember correctly, I’m not the only one,” Yufuin said in a low voice, tilting his head to gesture at the other boy’s flushed skin. Kinshiro’s face felt like it was on fire. Yufuin’s hands were warm and steady, and Kinshiro was sure that he could feel his hands trembling.
“Look, president,” Yufuin said suddenly, sighing. “Atsushi and I aren’t together. I know what you’re thinking – I could see every time you looked at us.” He lowered his hands, staring at Kinshiro. “I know you and Atsushi used to be childhood friends. You understand that he’s fixated with other things in life, and he’s not the type to be into these kind of things. But for Io and Ryuu, those two are definitely playing around the term relationship.” He laughed awkwardly for a moment. “But whatever you think that’s between Atsushi and me… it doesn’t exist. He’s just a friend.”
Kinshiro looked back at Yufuin as coldly as he could despite the warm feeling pooling in his gut. “I see no reason for you to tell me this,” he said. “It’s not like I am concerned with whatever that goes on within the Earth Defence Club.”
“Cut the crap, president,” Yufuin snapped, sounding irritated. “I’ve seen how you look at me and Atsushi. I get it – you’re jealous that he isn’t with you anymore, I understand that. But he’s happy where he is, so just let him be-”
“Will you be silent?” Kinshiro growled back suddenly, his patience waning. “I don’t care whatever Atsushi’s interested in any longer, I know he has his happiness! It’s you that irritates me! You!”
This outburst was met with Yufuin’s confused stare, while Kinshiro looked away and cursed silently. He had gone and done it this time, definitely. He had broken his composure. Yufuin’s grip loosened, and his arms fell to his sides.
“If you’re done, just leave,” he said quietly. “I don’t want to see your face.”
“Why do I irritate you?” Yufuin asked. “Did I do anything to you? Was it about the incident just now, because look, I’m sorry for that, but you really are an attractive guy- uh, I mean – well, it’s a fact but I didn’t mean it that way-” He stopped and sighed, running a hand through his hair. Kinshiro spared himself a moment to realize how good-looking Yufuin was before admonishing himself furiously in silence.
“Actually, yeah – I do mean it that way,” Yufuin said decidedly, seizing Kinshiro by the shoulders. The steady gaze that Yufuin gave him made the silver-haired boy flush – his eyes were like cerulean jewels that glittered in the dark. “You’ve always intrigued me – the loner in the student council despite having those two with you.”
“And what do you propose?” Kinshiro demanded in a shaky voice, moving closer to Yufuin despite all his senses screaming at him not to. “You seek to court me?”
“I don’t have to,” Yufuin scoffed, cupping the smaller boy’s jaw gently in his large hand. A shiver went down Kinshiro’s spine – his hand was warm even on his heated skin, and unaware of his expression, he let out a small, trembling sigh.
“A-and why is that?” Kinshiro murmured, feeling Yufuin’s other hand travel down lightly his neckline to his collarbone, barely touching the smooth, scented skin.
“You really have to ask me that, president?” Yufuin whispered hoarsely, tilting his face closer to Kinshiro’s, who felt a thrill of anticipation despite his inner self yelling at him not to. “Because you like me, don’t you?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kinshiro said softly, half-lidded eyes on Yufuin’s strong jaw as the taller boy leaned in. “It’s unbecoming during such a moment.”
“So you admit it,” Yufuin said, his tone amused as he gently brushed the corner of Kinshiro’s mouth with his lips. The shorter boy let out a soft sigh as Yufuin pressed his warm lips to his jaw, feeling his body shiver rather than his usual, aggressive reaction.
Yufuin’s thumb brushed his cheek softly, the calloused skin rough on the smooth, soft surface. His other hand had travelled lower to rest on Kinshiro’s slender waist, and Kinshiro himself was holding Yufuin’s sleeve without realizing it. Their breaths mingled in the cold night air, Yufuin’s lips only mere centimetres away from Kinshiro’s. He made a questioning sound, as if asking if Kinshiro really wanted to go along with it.
Part of Kinshiro was aware that this was absolutely outrageous and that he sound stop immediately, cease all contact with Yufuin and probably expel the boy from school. But the other part of him felt almost delighted – for once, Yufuin was looking at him, and not at Atsushi. It felt almost unreal, yet amazing that he was in Yufuin’s arms, and he himself was complying with the other boy’s actions.
Quietly, he tilted his head in an answer to Yufuin’s advance. Both boys hesitated for another moment before Yufuin leaned down to close the gap between their lips. It was gentle, as if Yufuin was still doubtful about it, but Kinshiro felt as if something had exploded within him. For the first time, he wasn’t absolutely sure of what he was doing, but he knew that it felt right.
Yufuin’s lips were warm, a little chapped like all high school boys that couldn’t afford proper lip balm, but softer than Kinshiro originally thought. He parted his lips a bit, allowing Yufuin’s mouth to fit better. The taller boy shifted his head, parting from Kinshiro momentarily before kissing him again, this time longer and firmer, as if he finally resolved to go through with it. And he had better, Kinshiro thought dazedly.
Kinshiro was pressed back into the balcony as Yufuin’s hands started exploring – sliding through the now-tousled silver locks, down his jaw to his collarbone to his exposed chest, the other hand slipping the yukata off his shoulders to reveal his silky skin. Kinshiro heard Yufuin mumble something incoherent before the taller boy pulled away and pressed his lips to the unblemished, white neck, earning a small mewl from the president.
“What do you think yo- ahhhhnn-” Kinshiro breathed as Yufuin daringly dragged his tongue up the length of his neck to his jaw. His tongue was hot – far hotter than any bath or skin contact so far. It felt like it could melt him into putty, to be played just how Yufuin wanted to. Spasms rocked Kinshiro’s body as the other boy nibbled along his collarbone, licking and sucking the now-flushed and damp skin with relish. He made a half-hearted effort to feel something else other than arousal, but failed.
“Sorry, it looked too good,” Yufuin said, smirking his little smug smile as he lifted his head to kiss Kinshiro once more. This time there was no hesitation – the two melted into each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But Kinshiro felt a gnawing sensation in his gut, as if a hungry beast within had awoken and was clamouring for more than this. He slipped his arms around Yufuin’s neck, burying his hands in the messy brown locks as he moved his lips to part Yufuin’s.
A surprised squeak elicited from the shorter boy as Yufuin moved to nibble at his bottom lip gently, licking it ever so slightly with his tongue. Kinshiro hastened to follow the other boy’s pace, parting his lips more as Yufuin playfully ran his tongue across his lip before moving to slide it into the other’s mouth. Kinshiro nearly let out a sound of protest, but he could only shiver as Yufuin slid his tongue across his own, licking all over and even tracing the roof of his mouth. It had turned into a hot, messy kiss, with both boys hungrily, albeit roughly exploring each other’s mouths. Kinshiro felt like his entire body was on fire – never had he felt this kind of sensation; this yearning burn for another man’s touch and embrace. Yufuin’s hands had travelled lower to trace his flat, pale stomach, teasingly touching lower, but not that low. That somehow infuriated Kinshiro.
“If you’re going to do it, do it properly,” he muttered in irritation, his speech half-slurred as he broke away to glare at Yufuin. The other boy was equally flushed, and his lips were pink from kissing. There was something in Yufuin’s eyes that Kinshiro couldn’t place, but the taller boy shrugged and pressed him closer to his own body, guiding him away from the balcony and back into the room. With the loss of the cool night air, the heat between them had suddenly intensified several times, at least to Kinshiro. He was suddenly aware that he was alone with Yufuin in his private room, and that they had been making out on the balcony in the quiet, but public night air.
“I hope you know what you look like now,” Yufuin muttered, his voice sounding strained. Kinshiro frowned in confusion before glancing to the side, where the full length mirror was. Ruffled hair, lidded eyes and flushed skin all the way to his neck, which was covered in faint red marks from Yufuin. His lips were swollen and pink, shiny with a mix of his own saliva and Yufuin’s, which still dripped from his parted lips. To his shock and shame, he looked absolutely lewd.
“D-don’t look at me,” Kinshiro mumbled, averting his gaze from Yufuin. Instead, he became very, very aware of something that pressed up against him under Yufuin’s yukata, which made him blush furiously.
“But I want to,” Yufuin said, leaning down to kiss the area under Kinshiro’s ear, which made the smaller boy whimper. “I like you, president,” he whispered directly into his ear before kissing it again. “I like you, Kinshiro.”
“That’s not-ahhh,” Kinshiro gasped as Yufuin slid his tongue down from the back of his ear to his neck. Yufuin shifted his position so that he stood behind Kinshiro, his arms still embracing the smaller boy.
“You want to continue?” Yufuin asked rather seriously, nuzzling Kinshiro’s neck with his nose. It was a rather cute gesture, and Kinshiro snapped out of his daze long enough to nod at him.
“We’ve come this far,” Kinshiro mumbled, “I see no reason to stop if our feelings are… are mutual.”
Yufuin grinned like a kid who just opened the biggest present of the pile. “Always so business-like,” he murmured, nibbling into Kinshiro’s white, slim shoulder. “Loosen up a little. Enjoy this part of the vacation.” To Kinshiro’s surprise, Yufuin turned him to face the mirror. With his rumpled yukata and submissive expression, Kinshiro flinched and looked aside, only to meet with Yufuin’s lips once more. It was a brief, gentle kiss, as if Yufuin wanted to assure him it was okay.
“Try and stay on your feet,” Yufuin mumbled against Kinshiro’s mouth. Before he could ask what he meant, Kinshiro felt Yufuin’s hand slip under his yukata to caress a nipple, while the other undid the tie of his obi.
“I am a man,” Kinshiro pointed out as Yufuin’s hands stroked the still-soft nubs. “I cannot get aroused by that area.”
“Strange,” Yufuin hummed, pressing his lips to the naked nape of Kinshiro’s neck. “Io’s manga always play it out like this.” Kinshiro let out a questioning sound, and Yufuin shrugged. “He gets paid by his sister to read BL manga. I happened to come across one the other day.”
“And you attempt it on me?” Kinshiro asked blandly, flinching as Yufuin sucked on his exposed neck. He was about to object when Yufuin reached to the front and pulled his yukata aside, letting it fall to his hips. Kinshiro’s jaw fell open as he saw their reflection in the mirror – Yufuin’s hands playing with his now-erect nipples while he nipped and bit at his neck. His skin was flushed prettily, with several new marks peppering his shoulders and collarbones, and he could see Yufuin look up at him through the mirror with lidded eyes.
“D-don’t,” Kinshiro mumbled, still unable to look away. It fascinated him to see Yufuin ravishing his pale body, amplifying the thrills of pleasure that were sent down his body. Even though he felt embarrassed, there was something captivating about this act of pleasure that he felt mesmerized by.
Yufuin’s hand ghosted across Kinshiro’s chest, this time drawing a small sound from him. Looking rather curious, the taller boy moved to the front and lowered his head, kissing one of Kinshiro’s nipples. The sensation sent a brief jolt through Kinshiro, who grabbed Yufuin’s shoulders by reflex. Now triumphant, Yufuin licked and sucked at his nipple, his other hand stroking and playing with the other one, sending spasms of ecstasy through him. Kinshiro whimpered – he didn’t know it was possible for this to happen. Their reflection in the mirror looked absolutely vulgar – Kinshiro breathing heavily as Yufuin dragged his tongue tantalizingly down his stomach, which was convulsing with the sensations.
“Y-Yufuin…!” Kinshiro cried out as a hand slid up his thigh under the yukata. The taller boy covered his stomach with kisses as he stroked Kinshiro’s thigh, his fingers traveling further up as he moved his mouth lower. He was positively teasing Kinshiro at this point, and he knew it. Another soft cry escaped Kinshiro’s lips as Yufuin’s other hand reached behind to stroke his ass, the sensation dangerously delightful. Smirking a little, Yufuin drew away – only to lower his head under Kinshiro’s yukata, much to the boy’s embarrassment.
“What are you doing,” he demanded shakily, still holding Yufuin’s broad shoulders.
“It might be too much of a sight for you,” Yufuin said, peeking out from under the fold of the yukata with a grin. “Yukata-play, no? It’ll be erotic to see it in the mirror.”
Kinshiro was genuinely confused until Yufuin’s hand slid further up to palm his dick through the cloth, drawing a loud, stifled cry from him. Yufuin looked curious, and dove back until the yukata fold, earning an embarrassed punch on the shoulder from Kinshiro.
“Y-you don’t have to,” Kinshiro stuttered, before his eyes widened and his mouth parted in the jolting sensation that followed. Yufuin was stroking his dick slowly, planting kisses and licking his way up Kinshiro’s inner thigh. A moan escaped his parted lips as Yufuin sucked on a spot dangerously close to his cock.
“You’re hard,” came the muffled voice of Yufuin, sounding amused. Kinshiro wanted to hit him, but his knees nearly gave out as Yufuin kissed the head of his now-dripping cock before running his tongue down to the base and up again, loudly smacking his lips as he did so. “Not only you smell nice, you taste pretty good too.”
“Be quieaahhh,” Kinshiro groaned as Yufuin sucked the base of his cock, running his tongue against the sensitive skin. His hands slid up to his bare waist, drawing him further in while he sucked and licked the head of Kinshiro’s cock. In the mirror, all Kinshiro could see was Yufuin kneeling before him under his yukata while he struggled to stay upright, his teary eyes glittering as saliva dripped from his open lips. It was a horribly but extremely erotic sight, all the more that Kinshiro could feel what Yufuin was doing, but not see it.
Yufuin easily took the entire length into his mouth, enveloping Kinshiro’s cock in hot wetness that nearly drove the other boy over the edge. But Yufuin kept his fingers firm at the base of Kinshiro’s dick, preventing him from cumming. Letting out a whine of desperation, Kinshiro buckled over and seized Yufuin’s head through the yukata, quietly begging him to move. He could almost hear the other boy smirk as he moved off his cock slowly, ending it with a loud, obvious pop before retaking the entire cock in his mouth once more.
“D-Don’t… ahhhh- Yufu- Yufuin-nnnn,” Kinshiro panted, half-whispering the other boy’s name as he clumsily undid the rest of his yukata in a feverish daze. The garment fell to the floor, exposing Yufuin, who was still licking and sucking hungrily. The very sight of the slanted-eye boy taking his cock fully in his mouth finally made Kinshiro snap – he choked out a soundless cry as he came in Yufuin’s mouth, the hot liquid exploding around his cock and into Yufuin’s throat. The other boy made a muffled sound of surprise before sliding his mouth off Kinshiro and swallowing with difficulty. White smears of cum dribbled down Yufuin’s chin as he stood up licking his lips, much to Kinshiro’s mortification.
“Don’t swallow that, fool!” Kinshiro scolded, feeling his ears burn.
“That was thick,” Yufuin said, ignoring Kinshiro. He held the other boy’s hand, wiping off the cum that was on his face. Without breaking eye contact, he opened his mouth and licked every drop off Kinshiro’s fingers. His protest dying in his throat, Kinshiro could only watch as Yufuin planted kisses on his hand.
“You’re so erotic, president,” Yufuin teased, drawing the smaller boy closer to him. He dipped down and nibbled the shell of his ear, earning a sigh from Kinshiro. “Want to take this to the bed?”
“It is my bedroom for a reason,” Kinshiro muttered, refusing to break eye contact as they moved towards the large four-poster bed. He was suddenly aware that he was very naked, compared to Yufuin, who was still fully dressed.
“Always a retort for everything,” Yufuin remarked, gently pushing Kinshiro down onto the bed. He surveyed the flushed, naked body before him with hungry eyes, making Kinshiro want to curl up into a ball. But instead of doing what Kinshiro expected, he lifted a pale, slender leg up onto his shoulder, kissing his inner thigh wetly. The very sight of Yufuin doing that instantly made Kinshiro hard again, much to his embarrassment.
Without saying a word, Yufuin lowered his head and lapped at the half-erect cock, licking up whatever cum that was left. Some had dribbled down, and he followed suit, holding Kinshiro’s legs higher as his tongue travelled… somewhere else.
“W-wha-!” Kinshiro cried out, mortified as Yufuin’s tongue found his entrance. Yufuin gently turned Kinshiro over, still holding onto his hips as he buried his tongue into the pink, tight opening. Kinshiro gasped as he clawed at the sheets, feeling Yufuin drag his tongue wetly up the crack of his ass before licking there again. It was an embarrassing position, Kinshiro face-down onto the sheets with his knees on the bed, exposing his entrance just like Yufuin wanted. He strained to look back, only to see Yufuin looking right back at him, his tongue still licking at the now-damp entrance. That very sight made another flow of precum splatter onto the sheets below, as Yufuin’s hand grasped his cock and stroked it again, this time faster, with more precise pumps.
Kinshiro was reduced to a gasping, moaning mess as Yufuin thrust his tongue into the wet bundle of muscle repeatedly while pumping his erection. In the haze of pleasure and mortification, the silver-haired boy could feel Yufuin’s own erection slide up against his thigh to his ass, gliding in the crack as Yufuin went up to bite and suck at the nape of his neck.
“Feel good?” Yufuin mumbled, playing with the tip of Kinshiro’s now-throbbing erection.
“Y-yes,” Kinshiro sobbed, crying out as Yufuin’s tongue re-entered his hole, the wet, hot muscle darting about as his cock was milked. His other hand ran up the inner sides of his slender thighs, drawing muffled moans from Kinshiro as it was a sensitive area. It didn’t take much for him to come again, this time all over Yufuin’s fingers and the silk bedsheets.
“You came again,” Yufuin said, breathing heavily as he examined the sticky mess on his hand. Kinshiro barely replied, still feeling dazed from his orgasm. Yufuin wiped the warm cum all over Kinshiro’s exposed entrance, rubbing it teasingly as the white liquid dribbled into it. The smaller boy whined tearfully, still dazed from his orgasm.
“Are you alright?” Yufuin asked, sitting down on the bed. Kinshiro nodded, allowing the other boy to pull him into his lap. Hesitantly, Kinshiro settled into the taller boy’s embrace, very aware of the heated erection beneath. But he refused to give in, and set to work on untying Yufuin’s yukata with numb fingers. It didn’t help that Yufuin was repeatedly kissing his way up his chest to his neck, and Kinshiro was hungry for Yufuin’s mouth. They exchanged brief, messy kisses as Kinshiro finally undid the yukata, pulling it away from Yufuin’s broad shoulders to expose his toned chest and stomach.
Hesitantly, Kinshiro slid his fingers down Yufuin’s jaw to his neck, similar to what the other boy did before. His skin felt rougher than his, but warm and flushed like his own. Feeling bolder, he gently kissed Yufuin’s strong jaw, running his hands down the broad chest and toned stomach. Yufuin jerked a little as Kinshiro licked his ear tentatively, even though his expression remained bored as usual.
“You wanna try?” Yufuin whispered hotly into his ear. Kinshiro flinched, but refused to answer as he pressed another kiss to his exposed collarbone. His fingers fumbled with the lower knot of the yukata, his mind blank as Yufuin traced a path from the back of his neck to his lower spine with his hand, stroking lightly enough to make Kinshiro whimper.
The knot finally undone, Kinshiro pulled back the folds of the yukata to reveal Yufuin’s erection – it was big, throbbing with precum just like his own. Kinshiro stifled a gulp – that thing had rubbed against his own ass. Yufuin gave him a raised eyebrow as Kinshiro shuffled back a bit, tucking his hair behind his ear shyly as he lowered his head.
I can’t believe I’m doing this he thought to himself as he kissed the tip of Yufuin’s cock, taking it in both his hands. His slender, white fingers closed around his length, the heat almost making him draw his hands back. Opening his mouth wider, Kinshiro lapped at the leaking head of Yufuin’s dick, deciding that it didn’t taste that bad. Slowly, he fitted the head into his mouth, his tongue stroking the tip as he made his way lower, taking in Yufuin’s cock bit by bit.
A grunt from Yufuin caught his attention, and he knew that he was on the right path, at least. He withdrew his head and sucked slowly, long enough to make eye contact with Yufuin before bobbing back down to lick at the shaft, all around and to the top. As he retook the throbbing erection into his mouth, he let out a muffled exclamation of shock as Yufuin’s fingers slipped down to his ass, sliding in between to stroke his opening gently. It was still slick with Yufuin’s saliva and his own cum, but Kinshiro was an educated individual, and he knew it wasn’t enough.
“If you are to subject me to that, at least have the decency to use some lubricant,” Kinshiro said indignantly, pausing to look up at Yufuin. “Though I don’t suppose you have any.”
“Actually, I have this,” Yufuin confessed, pulling out a small bottle of scented oil from his discarded yukata pocket. “They gave this to me earlier when they thought I was a worker. Guess it’ll come in handy.”
Kinshiro blushed furiously, lowering his head back down to avoid looking at the bottle. “Just be gentle,” he muttered, running his lips down to the base of Yufuin’s shaft. As he shifted his position a little to allow Yufuin better access, he found an excellent angle to suck in up to half of Yufuin’s cock, earning a groan from the bigger boy.
Just as he was feeling smug about his newfound talent at making Yufuin moan, he himself let out a shaky cry as Yufuin poured the cold, scented oil onto his ass, rubbing it in with his other hand. Yufuin’s slick fingers were rubbing against his entrance, bigger and longer than his tongue had been.
“I’m putting in one,” Yufuin warned. Kinshiro slid off the throbbing erection and inhaled as Yufuin slid a finger in. It went in easily, earning a slow moan from Kinshiro – it was a long finger, and Yufuin had buried it up till the knuckle. He felt absolutely mortified, but as Yufuin curled the finger a little, he bucked his hips up with a cry of need, hoarsely panting as he licked and sucked at the other boy’s cock, which had somehow grown even bigger.
Yufuin withdrew his finger and added another, the two fingers stretching out Kinshiro slowly, but surely. The silver haired boy whimpered – the sensation was unspeakable – so much pleasure, desperation, need and embarrassment all mixed into one, erotic mixture that now filled his insides. He thrust his hips up, clinging onto Yufuin’s shoulders as he panted heavily, trying to grind down on the two fingers that were inside him. Yufuin kissed his neck reassuringly as he added a third finger, this time stretching him out even more.
Kinshiro whimpered – it hurt, but he knew that it would stretch out soon. He moved to kiss Yufuin, who readily parted his lips to sate the desperate boy, while gently curling his fingers experimentally to test Kinshiro’s limits.
“You’re so tight, loosen up a little, president,” he murmured against his lips, licking the edge of Kinshiro’s mouth. Kinshiro was about to retort when Yufuin’s fingers curled at a certain spot, drawing out a loud moan and making him see stars.
“That’s it,” Yufuin mumbled encouragingly, his other hand moving to rub their cocks together. Kinshiro nearly buckled – the sensation of both their erections stroking against each other was beyond description. It was hot, wet, albeit slimy and messy, but so good. He clumsily took hold of Yufuin’s cock again, pumping it against his own as the other boy fingered him, trying to find the same spot. Without realizing it, Kinshiro was grinding onto Yufuin’s fingers, desperately trying to fill up the emptiness within him but failing to.
“Not… not enough,” he whimpered, pressing his lips against Yufuin’s ear, knowing that it would certainly draw a reaction out of the other boy. “M-more.” True enough, Yufuin stiffened and withdrew his fingers, leaving Kinshiro feeling emptier than before. The loss of what had been inside him almost felt painful.
“This might hurt a little,” Yufuin said, holding Kinshiro up by his hips. Kinshiro responded by planting a brief, messy kiss on his forehead before he was lowered onto Yufuin’s straining erection. The sensation was incredible – he felt like he was being stretched open beyond reason, Yufuin’s hot cock entering him inch by inch. He cried out in pain, but Yufuin closed his protest with his own lips, kissing him deeply as Kinshiro eased himself onto his cock. It felt so full, so hot that it was driving him over the edge.
With a whimper, Kinshiro finally felt the hilt against his entrance. “I-it’s in,” he said, shifting his position a little. What he didn’t expect was for Yufuin to groan loudly as hot, searing cum exploded within his ass, filling him up even further and making him cry out weakly. It was too hot – too filling – he felt like his insides were melting along with the cum that now coated his walls.
“Sorry,” Yufuin mumbled, his breaths laboured. “I-I was holding it in for a while.”
“Just as expected of a high school boy,” Kinshiro muttered, unable to help his snarky tone. As a response, Yufuin grinned and raised Kinshiro’s hips a little, causing the smaller boy to gasp as cum dribbled out of his entrance while Yufuin was still in him. It felt absolutely indecent – the sensation of cum flowing out of his ass, down to Yufuin’s still-erect cock.
Giving Kinshiro no time to gather his thoughts, Yufuin thrust back up into him, making him choke out a cry of surprise and pleasure. It was slow – Yufuin moving his hips up and down repeatedly while Kinshiro held onto him, panting and whimpering as he felt Yufuin’s cock slide into him. His silver hair was in disarray, his face flushed and his eyes lidded with pleasure – he knew that he looked terribly lewd, and for once he didn’t care.
Yufuin turned over and pinned him to the bed with a grunt, lifting his slender leg onto his shoulder. This time, he drew nearly all the way out, and then slammed in with a wet slap. Kinshiro cried out, his mind a blank slate of pleasure as Yufuin repeated the motion, hitting his prostrate with a well-aimed thrust. He squirmed and threw his head back, allowing Yufuin to bite into his collarbone with relish.
“You’re doing well, president,” he grunted, dragging his tongue up the bite-covered neck to his ear. “I never knew you were so good at this.” He planted a sloppy kiss to Kinshiro’s forehead. “You’re so tight, president. It feels so good.”
“Silen- ahh…!” Kinshiro moaned, feeling Yufuin’s cock enter him again, the wet sound echoing around the room. It was horribly slow – the way Yufuin drew out tantalizingly, before sliding back in fully. Kinshiro wanted more – he wanted Yufuin to mess him up and make him come again – he wanted Yufuin to come with him as well – he wanted to break the other boy’s composure.
He wrapped his legs around Yufuin’s waist, slipping his arms to cup his neck. “More,” he demanded weakly, his heavy pants filling the space between them. “Do it like you mean it.”
Yufuin’s heavy breaths caught in his throat. Silently, he adjusted Kinshiro’s hips before slamming back into him, earning choked gasps and loud moans as rammed into Kinshiro repeatedly, not pausing to even let Kinshiro breathe. The silver-haired boy nearly sobbed as Yufuin hit his prostrate, over and over, driving him crazy and making him leak precum all over himself. Yufuin seemed to enjoy the sight of the squirming president, complete with flushed and bitten skin, messy hair, glassy eyes and parted lips that kept moaning his name repeatedly like a mantra. His cock grew even bigger, the entire length pulsing and throbbing as he thrust into Kinshiro, who was on the verge of melting into nothing but pleasure and need.
With a fluid motion, he turned Kinshiro over on one side, lifting his leg up to continue while his hand pumped the smaller boy’s leaking cock. Kinshiro arched into Yufuin, feeling the new angles that his cock was hitting with whimpered mewls and cries. But what caught Kinshiro’s attention was the mirror – he could see the entire erotic act, Yufuin’s straining cock ramming into him with wet, splashing sounds while he stroked Kinshiro’s in rhythm. The sight was unbelievable - he looked absolutely indecent with his stained cheeks, glazed eyes and swollen lips, and he certainly felt so with Yufuin’s hard cock plunging repeatedly into him.
“Y-Yufui- ahh- Yufui..nn!” Kinshiro whined, turning over on his hands and knees and pushing himself onto Yufuin’s shaft once more. The taller boy happily complied, the slick, lewd sounds of his balls slapping into Kinshiro filling the room. Kinshiro’s moans grew into gasps and cries, half-mumbling Yufuin’s name and half-crying out for him to go faster.
“President... I’m going to cum,” Yufuin panted heavily, biting into the damp, white shoulder.
“G-good…ahhh..Yuf-ahh-uin…! Yufuin-!” Kinshiro gasped, his voice cracking as Yufuin drew out and slid his throbbing cock in between his ass, hot cum spurting from the tip all over Kinshiro’s back and legs. The smaller boy gasped, blinding white pleasure finally hitting him as he came what seemed like a countless time that night, the white liquid splashing onto the bed and onto his stomach.
Kinshiro fell onto his front, ignoring the wet splotch that was his fresh cum. He turned his head to look at Yufuin questioningly – the other boy was still pumping out his cum, his eyes glazed over as he emptied his load all over Kinshiro’s milky-white skin. It was an erotic sight – the president on his front with stained cheeks and swollen lips, cum pooling on his slender back and running down his open legs, even dribbling out from his pink, swollen entrance down to his cock. Yufuin licked his lips hungrily, his cerulean eyes bright with a playful glint.
“Stop staring,” Kinshiro remarked flatly, not even bothering to sound terse.
“I would take a picture for this moment to last forever,” Yufuin admitted, “but you’ll probably bury me alive, so I’m trying to sear it into my memory.”
Kinshiro blushed and drew his legs together, only for the action to drip more cum out of his ass. He flinched, feeling the now-cold liquid seep out of him. His hips ached, and his head hurt from the intense intercourse. He felt empty now, like a deflated balloon, but he was very aware of what he had just done. With Yufuin, of all people.
“Want another bath?” Yufuin asked, sheepishly offering him the discarded yukata. Kinshiro slipped it on and stood up, only for even more cum to drip down between his legs. He groaned, feeling his hips protest at the movement.
Yufuin sighed and put an arm around Kinshiro’s shoulders, helping him out of the room. Luckily, Gero and Arima were in their respective rooms at the end of the corridor, so no one saw the two heading towards the outside bath. Yufuin helped him into the steaming water, carefully angling a towel under his head to soften his headrest.
“You know, you still smell nice even without a bath, president,” he said, smirking again. Kinshiro wordlessly glared at him as he looked up from his marks. They would take a while to fade. He would need to apply cooling spray regularly, or at least wear his hoodie until the vacation was over.
“You should leave,” Kinshiro muttered, sinking into the hot water. “Your friends will be wondering where you are.”
“Ah,” Yufuin said, looking like he just remembered about them. “I guess you’re right. Will you be okay?”
“I am the president of the student council,” Kinshiro replied, his tone haughty. “I am perfectly capable of putting myself to bed after a bath.”
Yufuin leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kinshiro’s still-warm lips, surprising him. “You could do with a bit more loosening up, I’d say,” the cerulean-eyed boy muttered, smiling smugly as Kinshiro flushed. “See you tomorrow?”
“Suit yourself,” Kinshiro murmured, lifting his head to kiss Yufuin’s cheek briefly. Yeah – he would like that. But first, he probably had to cancel his plans on buying the whole beach.
-End-