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The room was sunk in a calm and silent atmosphere. Each of the young men were at both sides of the short wooden table in which notebooks, pencils and school supplies were scattered all over. Bon was focused on his things, seeing the numbers drawn in the squared sheets of his notebook, while Rin, bored, was twirling a pencil between his fingers.
“Okumura.” The aforementioned answered with a snarl and the one who was talking didn’t direct him even a look. “Do the homework. I’m supposed to help you.”
“But this isn’t fun,” the half demon complained, resting his face on his free hand. “I’m already tired.”
“You’re going to fail again.”
He saw the black-haired boy let his head fall on the table, growling like a toddler throwing a tantrum, and furrowed the eyebrows with disgust.
“Let’s take a break.” Ryuji put down the pencil beside his notebook and sighed.
“We’ve been working for, like, fifteen minutes.”
“C’mon, Suguro.” Okumura raised his face towards his companion and his blue eyes met the darker ones. “We could do something else.”
The brunette watched him sternly. After a couple of seconds, he opened his mouth in an attempt of asking what they could do instead of doing their homework which was due the next day, but pursed his lips when Rin got up and brushed his hand with his own at the same time he smiled in a naughty way. The alerts inside Suguro began to sound in a strident manner.
The half demon rose slightly on his knees and leaned his upper body towards his friend. His hand, then, grabbed the collar of Ryuji’s shirt, which he pulled towards him to place a soft kiss on his thin lips. The brunette was so impressed that he felt unable to even breathe. His cheeks took on a faint pink color and his heart began to pound inside his chest.
When the young man with blue eyes moved an inch away, and Suguro threatened to speak, he placed both palms of his hands on the table an tilted his head in the opposite direction to kiss him again. The taller one was in chaos, suddenly thinking that the pink lips of the other boy tasted sweet and felt as smooth as silk. Clumsily, he managed to breathe through his nose, as it seemed that Rin had no intention of leaving him and tried to stammer anything but was unable to do so.
“Oku…” he succeeded to say between the kisses. “Wait…”
“I don’t want to wait,” said the black-haired.
The pencils rolled to the ground and the notebook pages creaked as Okumura scrambled onto the table, crawling a bit to get to the other end, where Ryuji laid, who, a little bit scared, slid back. The confident white hands of the shorter one cradled the other’s face as he settled on his lap, stopping his flight. The blue eyes were looking, voraciously, at the handsome and masculine face of the brunette who had his eyebrows almost touching each other and his dark orbs fixed on his owns.
He caressed Bon’s jaw with one hand, close to where it met his ear, and felt how scratchy it was from the facial hair that threatened to sprout. His fingers on the left felt for the protruding piercings before traveling to the nape, where they began to play with Suguro’s silky long hair, who felt a slight chill run down his spine.
Their lips moved in a rhythmic and exquisite way that, miraculously, made the brunette’s brain begin to melt. Unconsciously, the large and firm hands rested on Rin’s hips, pulling him closer to him and getting a heavy sigh from his pink lips. He started to set a path from there, slipping his appendages under his school shirt and gently touching the white skin, not conceiving how good it felt.
Okumura distanced himself far enough and both took a deep breath before continuing. Suguro’s lips started to distribute kisses, a little bit clumsy, from the chin down to his neck, earning small grunts and quiet sighs that barely reached his ears in a harmonious way.
Another noise invaded the room; Bon could hear the spawn of Satan’s tail breaking the air as it flailed anxiously, occasionally hitting the wooden floor inadvertently. Remembering how sensitive that area was, he placed one of his hands at the junction of the appendage with the porcelain skin of the other’s lower back and stroked with some force, enough to achieve a moan from Okumura that almost sounded like a squeak.
“Don’t play with it…” the black-haired exhaled, holding to the broad shoulders.
“Why not?” Suguro’s voice was deeper and imposing than normal.
“You’re going to make me cum.” Their eyes met after separating themselves a little. “And it’s too soon.”
The white fingers snaked down on the larger body, past the chest, brushing the abdomen and pausing at the bulge inside the pants. He massaged that spot and even dared to squeeze it gently, earning a hoarse growl from the owner.
“Don’t you think?”
Rin’s lips threateningly approached the older one’s, but he didn’t kiss them, tempting Ryuji to be the one to break the distance, thing that happened and caused in him a satisfied smile.
He bit lightly on the lower lip which was a shade darker than his own as he continued to massage the boner between his fingers. He hastily removed the tie from around his neck, nonchalantly with one hand, and, immediately, Suguro began unbuttoning his shirt with impressive speed. Did he break one? Maybe, but he didn’t care. It was how the shirt disappeared somewhere in the room.
Okumura, then, carefully dropped his back onto the table, not caring that the objects on it might stick into his person, and took Ryuji with him in the process, making him lie on top of him.
With his help, Bon also stripped of his shirt before kissing him eagerly and intensely again. His sturdy, rough fingers touched all the smooth and available skin in his path as he heard Rin’s slow sighs.
In his journey, he found the button and the zipper of the pants which he didn’t take long to handle to be able to remove that garment with the underwear. Unlike him, the half demon had a slimmer and shorter body. It wasn’t that he had no muscles, but Ryuji was noticeably big in complexion even for the average of the boys of his age and from Japan. Rin’s body was slender, white, and smooth, without any scars despite the total negligence of his health. He had a deep blush on his cheeks and his eyes shone bright like a night sky. Some areas of his skin were tinged with the reddish marks from Suguro’s strong fingers, but it only lasted a second due to his quick recovery, courtesy of his father.
He ran his hand over Rin’s dick, taking some of the precum that he used to prepare him with care and dedication.
The shorter one’s nails dug into his shoulders, causing a certain burn sensation that was in the background of his head.
“Are you alright?” asked Ryuji, noticing how impatient he was.
“Yes,” the black-haired boy gasped. “It’s weird, but… I’m fine…”
“Tell me if it hurts, okay?”
“Mhm…”
After a few moments, the black-haired young man’s face stopped showing an awkward grimace and started to form a facial gesture of complacency, bordering on relaxation. At first it was a bad, strange feeling, however, the pleasure began to make a magnificent appearance. His gasps were no longer heavy nor dense, turning into sweet, fragile moans. The color of his eyes changed, and a flash of red appeared as faint blue flames, which danced in coordination with his heavy breathing, did. The tail flapped unpredictably, expressing his emotion in the moment, also covering itself in flashes of demonic fire that felt warm and pleasant.
Suddenly, the nails dug into the darker skin again and a loud moan escaped Okumura’s lips when a certain area was caressed.
“Stop,” he indicated, being quickly obeyed. “Now, do it.”
“But…”
“Ryuji,” the aforementioned quieted down, feeling happiness and excitement bubbling up inside his chest, overflowing. “Just… Do it…”
He could only think about Rin’s faint voice saying his name beautifully and in how anxious he was, because it was not going to be the same with his dick than with his hands. It was scary, but at the same time it was exciting. He adjusted himself as best as he could.
…
“BON!”
He woke up abruptly when Shima shouted at him. His eyes darted around him, and he realized they were in their morning classroom even though it already seemed late. Without understanding anything at all, he blinked, sitting up in his seat. Renzo looked at him with curiosity and Konekomaru directed his attention to him in a worried manner.
“Classes are over,” the dyed one commented. “You fell asleep in the last hour.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” the bald one said. “This happens from trying too hard, Bon. You need a break.”
“You are lucky the teacher didn’t notice. Come on, let’s go now. We arranged to meet Okumura-kun to eat before the exorcism classes.”
“Oh.” Ryuji felt ashamed but pretended perfectly. “I’m going to the restroom first. You can go ahead.”
“You sure?”
“Don’t worry, Koneko, nothing is going to happen to him just because he is lonely for a few minutes. We will see you in the school cafeteria then. C’mon.”
“Fine,” the one with glasses accepted. “Don’t get late, Bon. Eating is important.”
“Yeah. Don’t worry.”
He saw them leave through the door and, finally, he was left in complete solitude, because he was the only one who still needed to take his things and leave too.
“It’s a fucking joke,” he growled, rubbing his face with frustration.
What the hell was that dream?
He couldn’t believe it. He had a sexual fantasy with Okumura Rin. With Rin! Of all the people he knew, why him?
The worst thing about it was he liked it. Even worse! He liked Rin.
He liked Rin!
Exhausted, he slumped against his desk, wondering how he would go to the restroom without someone noticing the bulge in his crotch. He growled, not wanting to jerk off to make the problem disappear, but it seemed like the only option. Without further ado, he got up from his place and went to the restroom with a strange walk.
A punch in the face would hurt less than the kick in his pride.
“Suguro!”
Ah, blessed luck that he had that day because Okumura appeared in the hallway, behind him.
“What are you doing here?! Let’s go to the cafeteria!” Ignoring him, he fastened his walk. “Hey! Suguro! Don’t ignore me! Suguro!”
And Rin, inattentive, followed him.