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Shuichi unconsciously licked his lips watching his laptop screen. He was hard as a rock already, pent up from his past stressful weeks and months at work and the lithe figure on screen made him feel almost feverish.

A few days ago, Shuichi had found a website due to the natural progress of his investigation.
The website was admittedly pleasant to look at and working well, depicting every cam boy and girl in clean, inviting structures, even highlighting the ones that were currently streaming and giving suggestions for the new and uprising. The young detective in training had blushed heavily. He really did not feel cut out for this specifically. He covered his face with his hand, peeking through his fingers and trying to concentrate on the matter. Soon enough, he was glued to his laptop, researching and working as efficiently as always. Calculating greyish-gold eyes read quickly through his case file, searching and comparing certain elements of the newfound porn site. Eventually, Shuichi even found the exact camboy that the accused frequented. It was a pretty man, admittedly, with soft-looking green hair and a toned body. His smile was almost radiant yet deeply relaxing. He simply had a friendly face to look at. Shuichi noticed multiple piercings in his ears and how low his chuckle was and understood why this user was one of the most popular streamers on the site. Shuichi leaned back, silently following the livestream while thinking of his case. How did all of this tie together?
Eventually, Shuichi called it a day with a sigh. He was about to close the tab, cursor already hovering over the red X, when suddenly, the green-haired camboy ended his stream and decided to raid his friend.
"Bye, chat! Be nice to yourself, yeah? And have fun with our leader," he chuckled and gave a little wave, his cock already hidden by boxershorts. With one little click, the screen changed and so did Shuichi's life.
The new camboy he was watching now was honestly captivating. Shuichi froze. His skin looked soft and was so pale, Shuichi was surprised he couldn't see any bruises. The camboy's head was out of shot, only a tip of wavy purple hair dipped around his chin. He was leaning back looking relaxed, a small hum reaching Shuichi's ears. The man on screen didn't wear a shirt, his chest well-defined but petite to look at. He looked like an athlete. His lower body was hidden below his sheets and Shuichi's breath hitched as the camboy shuffled around a little, revealing more skin dangerously close to the base of his dick. So, he didn't wear underwear. Oh.
"Ohh, Amaro-chan decided to raid lil ol' me! Isn't that nice? Welcome, Amaro-chan's chat! Thanks for joining, I'll make sure it'll be worth it, nshishi."
Shuichi swallowed drily. This wasn't good. He stared at his screen, cursor still hovering over the tiny icon to close tab as the pretty boy on camera talked to his chat, answering occasional questions or laughing at some more inappropriate messages. Eventually, it had gotten to the point of staring at a beautifully shaped butt. The camboy leaned forward, exposing his hole to the camera without shame.
Shuichi slammed his laptop shut. The tips of his ears were as red as his face, blush blooming down to his neck. He stared in shock at his crotch, still feeling his cock pulse. This wasn't good. Oh, this was so not good.
But it would be fine, it would be okay. He had better things to do then spending his time on a porn site jerking off to a pretty stranger. Shuichi swallowed again, his throat feeling incredibly dry. Water, he needed water and maybe a shower. And sleep, lots of sleep that he wouldn't be getting anyways.

But now was now and Shuichi's hand was finally, finally, wrapped around his hard length, stroking it slowly with heaving chest. His eyes were glued onto The Leader, his fair skin blushing prettily. And his moans, oh god, his moans. Shuichi shivered particularly hard as his finger traced his slit just when Leader pushed his third one inside, stretching out his tight ass. "Shit," he cursed under his breath, his cock leaking profusely at the erotic image of his camboy riding on his own fingers. The chat was going wild and and so was Shuichi. He panted, already feeling his orgasm approaching. But he didn't want to end, not now, not when the stream was barely running. He bit his lip, desperately holding back from release.
And then ... "Ahhh ... I'm sorry, chat," Leader panted, lewdly moaning for more. "Fuuck, hah ... mhh, I really wanna cum now. Today's gonna be- hnn!" He threw his head back in pleasure. "God, it's gonna be a shorter stream, l-like I said earlier ... hah ... so, I want you to cum for me, too. Now."
And Shuichi fucking moaned out loud at that, thrusting his hips even more.
"Shit, shit, god, fuck me, f-fuck me, haaah~!"
And just like that, Shuichi's orgasm hit with an intensity previously unknown to the detective. He gasped as waves of pleasure flooded his entire body, cock twitching wildly and releasing his seed on his chest and stomach. He almost doubled over but forced his eyes to stay locked onto the screen, mesmerized as the Leader showed off a gorgeous shot of both his hole clenching hard around his fingers and his flushed dick leaking out the rest of his release. He looked extremely relaxed and sounded absolutely blissed out and fuck what Shuichi wouldn't give to be with him right now.

Naturally, Shuichi used the account he had used for his previous investigation to subscribe to the Leader.
He started watching his every stream, once a week and religiously on time. The camboy lived in his head rent-free and missing a stream only caused Shuichi's mood to drop being locked into his bureau at work brooding over a case for too long. He craved hearing his pretty moans, seeing his body flushed and stuffed full of some toy or his fingers, seeing him come all over his beautiful skin. The thought alone made Shuichi shiver and he cursed inwardly at how affected this man made him.

And tonight, Leader's stream was a special one.

Shuichi was getting comfortable on his bed, his phone already on silent. The silk sheets of his bed felt nice on his naked skin. He felt himself becoming frustrated as his screen was still black but his cock already half hard in anticipation - and due to his impure thoughts. Shuichi didn't know what kind of stream this would be, the camboy had only teased his viewers with some inconspicuous boxes. And now, finally, was the day.
He sighed quietly, leaning his head back on soft pillows. The Leader drove him crazy. There was no way he could deny it. He was absolutely whipped for the guy.

I'm doomed, aren't I ... ?

His dry chuckle ended up cut short as the livestream started out strong. Shuichi almost choked on his spit as he saw the Leader sitting on his mattress, face out of frame as usual, but he could hear the shit-eating grin that had to be sprawled out on his face when he spoke: "Greeetings, my beloved followers!"
He was wearing a sheer lace body that was showing off his beautiful skin, its soft-looking black fabric fitting snugly against his curves. He sat cross-legged and absolutedly gorgeous. When the camboy shifted forward and spread his legs, Shuichi's face grew even redder at the sight of a matching lacy thong. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath. He definitely was doomed.
A short huff caught his attention and his eyes widened as the camera moved. It moved and gave his viewers a nice scan of his entire body neck-down. "God, you're always such a whore on cam," a female voice snorted.
Leader chuckled. He trailed a hand all the way down his torso. "That's kiiind of my job, bitchlet."
"And your virgin ass is a natural," the girl laughed. The camera was put back onto it's proper stand and she joined him on the bed. Shuichi stared. The woman was in a matching lingerie set, its chest piece almost not able to contain her big breasts. She had a lean body with curves that would probably be appreciated by anyone who had a preference for female presenting people. Leader gave her a playful shove and they laughed. And Shuichi was not jealous.
Leader waved happily into the camera. "Time to greet my perverts out there! It's good to see you back!" He clapped his hands together, the woman next to him throwing a peace sign in the air.
"As I was saying, today's a special stream! I got a guest with me, some of you might even know her. I'm talking about this actual prostitute right next to me, Miss Miiru-chan!"
"Oh, shut up, you twink! You're just jealous of my killer body."
"Eww. Why anyone even wants to fap to your show is something I'll never get."
"That's cuz you're a mega homo, now go fuck yourself in the corner and let me do this."
"Ruuude~"

Miiru-chan leaned forward until her head was in the shot. Shuichi locked eyes with clear skyblue ones, long lashes and longer pretty blond hair. She grinned knowingly. "Hey cuties, I got some nice things with me! I'm sure Leader will enjoy it," she teased and stuck out her tongue at the camboy.
"Alright, time to explain!" Leader wrapped his arms around the woman and pulled her back onto the mattress. Shuichi gulped. He ... hoped she wasn't his girlfriend. They seemed very close. Sure, they were insulting each other and she called him names but ...
"I'm collabing with Miiru-chan today since she's been pestering me about it for weeks and it was getting annoying!"
"Wh- you lying little a-"
"Anyways, we're here with a shit ton of toys. Miiru-chan has her new series out next week, consider this a preview. Orders are available on Monday so chop chop!" As he was speaking, Miiru took out two toys out of a box and held it to the camera.
"Audience's choice! We're gonna start with those babies, vote A for those," she was holding up a pair of nipple clamps, "and B for this!" Now she was moving her other hand to the front, showing off a sparkling light pink cock ring.

Saihara's mind short-circuited. He threw away his thoughts and frantically participated in the voting. He knew the camboy's nipples were sensitive - he wanted to see him squirm. Chat seemed to be quite split about the issue. In the end, the cock ring won. Saihara felt a little disappointed but his dick quickly grew interested in the scenario. The camboy's hand was stroking his length through his lacy underwear. The detective gulped. He watched as Leader eventually grabbed his dick and stroked it to full hardness, slipping the ring on with some lube.

Saihara moaned with the camboy, stroking his already leaking cock faster.
Leader was being pushed harder into the mattress, face forward. His hips were pulled in just as Miiru thrusted forward. It was hot. Shuichi gasped for air. God, how he wished that it was his cock thrusting into this man's ass and not some toy. He wanted to feel his insides ...
He really was a mess at this point.
"C'mon, tell chat how it feels," Miiru cooed and slapped his ass. A loud smack rang in Shuichi's ears but Leader's squeal was much more interesting. He licked his dry lips.
"Haah, aah, harder," he demanded, voice already raw and overused from moaning and gasping.
Miiru huffed in annoyance. "Shut up, now tell them how you can't live without this thing anymore."
Leader let out a strangled chuckle. "A-alright~, anything for my new boyfriend," he managed to tease, only interrupted by his moans after he spoke. Saihara felt another twinge of jealousy. He decided to read chat while the camboy tried to piece together sentences that left his cock throbbing in want. But he needed to see ... if someone could assure him that they weren't dating.

And in fact, he was lucky.

whoaaa bf???
chile dude they're not dating
huh how're you so sure? :(
she's a lesbian you idiots lmaooo they're just besties

So she was gay, huh ... ? Shuichi sighed quietly. He furrowed his brows. This was crazy, he was so stupid feeling jealousy due to his favourite camboy, a total stranger on top of that, being fucked on cam. This was what he'd obviously do. No need nor place for jealousy.
His attention got caught by Leader's stream again as Miiru slipped out and flipped him on his back. She then grabbed the camera. "That's gonna be a reaal treat for you perverts," she grinned and angled the cam in a way that showed Leader's entire body (again neck-down, to Shuichi's slight dismay), and her strap on. She pushed his knee up to his chest with her free hand and the camboy quickly held up his other leg by himself, exposing his all to the camera. Shuichi stared in awe, feeling his drool almost trickling out of his mouth. He caught himself last minute and gulped heavily, watching Miiru lining up her toy dick to Leader's entrance. Leader chuckled and placed a hand on his chest, playing lightly with his nipple. His cock was very hard and twitching, much like Shuichi's own erection.
"Ahh, I'm not gonna last much longer," he stated, sounding needy and impatient. Shuichi could imagine him batting his lashes innocently. "Take off the ring?"
"Tch. Take it off yourself, whore. I'm not touching your dick."
"You're meaaAH!" The camboy screamed out as Miiru thrusted back in, hitting his sweet spot dead-on. She didn't give him a break, thrusting fast and deep while bending him in half. And the camera caught everything. What a treat it was indeed.
Shuichi began desperately tugging on his length, desire nearly burning him alive while the camboy was clumsily fiddling with his cock ring. His shaky fingers couldn't quite grab it and he whined in annoyance through his teeth but never once stopped pushing his hips against the toy as much as he could in this position. All the while Miiru talked him down in deregatory terms and he whimpered and cried out with each press against his sweet spot. Shuichi felt his orgasm approaching and gasped in relief as the camboy finally tugged off the ring.

Seeing him cum was always the greatest pleasure.

The stream was over by now and Shuichi felt sweaty and gross.
It was getting harder and harder to keep Leader out of his head. He sighed in defeat. "It can't go on like this ..."
He had to figure something out. But first of all, he really needed a shower.

Chapter Text

It was a nice day, Shuichi's day off on top of that, and this meant Kaede would appear in front of his apartment and drag him out.
It had become a regular occurence since the detective tended to stay chained to his work desk. However, as soon as Akamatsu befriended him back at Hope's Peak, she decided that workaholism wasn't a choice. They quickly grew closer, more so with each year of their friendship. By this point, Shuichi couldn't imagine his life without her much needed positivity and infectuous energy. Ever understanding of his feelings, she was one of his main sources of comfort whenever he felt down.

He expected her this time as always, opening his door and being blinded by Kaede's bright smile.
"Good morning, Shuichi!" She sang and gave him a tight hug that Shuichi returned without hesitation. He was most comfortable around her.
"Good morning," he repeated with a smile. "Hungry?"
"You know it!" She chuckled and rubbed her tummy. "How about we check out this new café I told you about last week? They have really cute pancakes!" He didn't need to consider, Shuichi simply agreed. Whatever Kaede chose, he was sure it was fine. She was always putting effort into finding places that he'd enjoy just as much. It would be a good time.

Kaede had a skip in her step and seeing her in such a great mood always cheered him up. Still, something seemed ... different from usual. Almost as though there was a specific reason why her laughter seemed to vibrate through the air.
So, he decided to ask: "What happened?"
"Huh?" The Ultimate Pianist looked at him in confusion, cocking her head a little to the side. "What do you mean?"
Shuichi shrugged. "Nothing in particular, I, uh ... had a feeling something good happened to you."
"Ever the detective, huh," she teased, grinning, and he avoided eye contact. "You're right though!"
That did spark his curiosity. Akamatsu giggled, a light blush on her cheeks. "Well, I made a new friend! She's a bit ... hmm let's say I had to get used to her? Like, she's swearing so much more than you."
"That's ... quite easy."
She laughed again and Saihara snorted. The blonde ran a hand through her hair as her eyes locked onto the street. "We met in the library around the corner and she was so rude that I had to tell her off. It's a library, after all - don't give me that look, Saihara-kun!"
"I'm honestly just surprised that you met by lashing out at each other."
Akamatsu pouted. "Things happen. She's ... a special case," she then continued telling her story. Saihara glanced at her questioningly, fully invested. She giggled. "There's that look of yours again. But yeah, like, we were thrown out. Actually, it was kind of ... a bit of a louder fight." She chuckled lightheartedly. "And she felt so bad in the end that she took me out to grab a coffee. Which is how I've gotten to know that place!"
"I see," Saihara smiled. "She sounds ... interesting."
His friend slapped his arm with a laugh. It was nice seeing her so ... blinding. "She's not half bad. We talked a lot and ... she does like to boast about her intelligence but she has a point. She's super smart. And she let me use her phone to show her my latest performance video!"
"Ah, it's uploaded already?"
"It is," she cheered happily, "and it came out really great! She liked it, too."
"I'll take a look at it tonight, then. Did Fujisaki-san help your editor?"
Akamatsu nodded. "They were able to figure it out, yes. We were really scared but it turned out the footage wasn't exactly broken, it was ... hm, how did Fujisaki-san say ..." She furrowed her brows in thought. "Ah. I'm bad with computer lingo."
"Perhaps a hardware issue instead ... ?" Saihara tried.
"I think so? Sorry, I couldn't pay attention anymore," she flashed him another smile. "But what's important is that it worked! I'm so glad Tojo-san managed to introduce us."

They had some light conversation afterwards, Akamatsu gushing about playing on a new piano soon that some famous company was designing for her specifically. Shuichi had never heard about most of the terms she used, but he was having a good time nonetheless. Kaede was safe. He felt safe with her.
"So," she eventually started, hands on her hips, and Shuichi knew he was doomed in some way. Her voice was giving away as much and the sudden mischievousness in her eyes only proved his theory. "I might have invited her today, too!"
Saihara blinked. "Okay ... ?"
"Yeah," she nodded enthusiastically. "You know, from the library. And she said she's joining us with a friend. This is it, by the way."
And just like that and before he could even respond to anything, express unease or confusion about why she hadn't told him anything beforehand, she pushed open the door to some cosy-looking café.
"Akamatsu-san-!"
"There she is, let's go!" She quickly took his wrist and led him inside, ignoring his tense little noise of distress.

Ah, so this was another day of "Kaede Akamatsu tries to get Shuichi Saihara to socialize with more people outside of his usual friend group". Great.
He sighed softly and reluctantly followed her to the back of the place. It was admittedly pretty - lots of potted plants adored the unused surfaces, it was clean and furnished with warm, light colours and sleek dark brown wooden tables. Tasty cakes and chocolates were presented on a big modern counter. The place really looked nice.
"It's the blonde over there. C'mon, Saihara-kun!"

He nodded in resignation until -
Oh. Oh. "Oh my god," he whispered almost silently, eyes wide and shocked. This ... this couldn't be happening. Holy shit.

But it was the unmistakeable truth. At the very table Kaede was confidently walking up to sat no other than Miiru.
Miiru, the camgirl, who had pegged Leader during his latest stream. Shuichi fought back his choking. Miiru was facing towards them, long blonde hair in a casual bun today and wearing a top that displayed her big chest. She was conversing with someone ... with purple hair tips ... holy shit.

Miiru looked up. She smirked. "Hey, Bakamatsu! Who's that guy that's almost pissing himself?"
Kaede huffed. "Don't talk about him like that, you're being rude."
"Yeah, whatever."

And then, the guy with black hair and purple tips turned around in his seat and smirked and Shuichi's brain stopped working. He was absolutely gorgeous. "Ignore her, she's just a slut desperate to get any sort of attention."
"H-hey!!" Miiru squeaked indignantly, though a prominent blush adored her cheeks in an instant. She squirmed a little. "D-don't be so mean to me ..."
"You started!" The other answered and spun around again facing Saihara and oh. The detective was so gone. "Anyways, nice to meet ya! Akamatsu-chan, right? Iruma-chan's been talking about you nonstop ever since, like, two months ago. It was super annoying."
"Oh my god, shut up!"
Kaede chuckled. "Nice to meet you, too! That's quite something considering the first time we've met was two weeks ago."
"Nishishi." Shit. He's so cute. "Isn't it? Soo ..."

Purple, intriguing eyes were locking into his own now and Shuichi swallowed hard. "Who's your boyfriend?"
"That's Saihara-kun and we're just friends," Akamatsu easily corrected him and nudged Saihara expectantly. And god, he was so fucked.
"Um, nice to meet you. I'm Shuichi Saihara," he managed to say stifly, eyes never straying from the boy infront of him. The boy he was sure to be The Leader, the fucking camboy he was having a fat, nonsensical crush on, who was now right there and finally without his head out of frame. And fucking hell was Saihara whipped.

Leader smiled teasingly. "Ohh, what a great conversation partner you are. I don't feel awkward at all! Though, that's a lie." So yeah, Saihara wanted to crawl away to die at this point.
Until the other playfully pat his shoulder with another chuckle. "It's fine, I promise. Meeting new people can be tough! You can be glad that you're having the absolute honour of meeting Kokichi Ouma today."

Oh god. He was doomed.
Saihara's chest exploded with embarrassment and fondness alike, Ouma's words actually putting him at ease. He seemed genuine in being understanding and- his name. Kokichi Ouma. Shuichi repeated his name in his mind a few times, liking the sound of it. He fucking knew his actual name now. Saihara smiled warmly. "Thank you."
Ouma paused for a split second, Saihara noticed, until he grinned nonchalantly and, in his own way, invited them to sit. "Wanna keep standing there forever? Let's order already, I'm starving."

It turned out conversing with Ouma was as easy as breathing.
The guy was sensing and reading so much in Shuichi's face, his posture and slight waver in his voice that he always steered their talk away from topics he felt uncomfortable with. It wasn't even the topics that were bad, it was bad how he was sitting next to the camboy of his dreams and didn't know how to act human. A dilemma.

Eventually, Ouma sighed. He seemed slightly upset. "Hey, Iruma-chan, remember that creep from last week?"
Iruma cocked a brow. She nodded as she was chewing on her cheese-y pancake, motioning him to go on. Ouma shrugged.
"I guess he didn't get lost and still follows me around like some desperate idiot."
Before Saihara's brain even registered what happened, he had already spoken up: "Wait, what? Is that person molesting you?"
The other boy huffed and looked over. He made some bored hand gesture. "Yeah, you know, since I'm such a pretty girl and all, there's some men annoying me out there. And apparently this one likes to stalk me home."
"That's horrible," Akamatsu gasped. Her gaze became worried and determined alike. Saihara knew that look. "You should report him to the police, Ouma-kun."
"Nah," he declined nonchalantly. And then, his grin was back. "I just remembered this little story, it's totally fine though. I kicked him before, I can kick him harder next time."
However, Iruma was not having it. "Jesus fucking Christ, Kichi, stop being a dumb asshole and let them lock this shitstain away! You got that much pride or what?"
Ouma pouted. "No fair, you never call me cutesy nicknames even though you know how weak they make me!" He crossed his arms infront of his chest (and Saihara's brain immediately provided some ideas for future nicknames). "What, you're worried or something? Pathetic."
Iruma squealed and huffed angrily. "Pathetic?! You got some nerve, Suckouma Cockichi!"
"Um ... Can I walk you home then?", Saihara suddenly asked. Everyone turned to him as the table became quiet in surprise. Ouma stared at him with wide eyes, blinked and tilted his head to the side questioningly. "W-well, uh ... that way we know that nothing happens to you on your way," he tried to explain. The detective felt way too hot in his skin by now. Damn, was this too forward? It was, wasn't it? They barely knew each other, he fucked up. He made a mistake, this was a mistake, he lost all his chances, they probably thought he was another of those creepy stalkers- it was harder to breathe.
And it didn't help seeing Ouma's cheeky cheshire cat smile. "Ohh, I thought you were offering to spend a night together, Saihara-chan!"
"Th-that's ..." Oh god. Saihara died. He felt his soul leaving his body, it definitely happened. Breathing kind of hurt.
"Nshishi, calm down, I'm joking."
"Don't bother, he doesn't have the balls to ask, hah!"
Akamatsu elbowed Iruma in the rips with a frown. "Hee! I'm s-sorry, okay?"
"Shut up," Ouma quipped in a cheery voice and then turned to the side, leaning against Saihara who died yet again, kicking and screaming on the inside. "To answer your question, Saihara-chan, nope. I can handle myself, you know?"
"I-I do, of course, just ... uh ..." Fuck. He gulped uneasily. "I d-didn't mean to imply otherwise ..."
This didn't sit well with him, knowing Ouma would most likely be watched walking home. This guy already knew where he lived, right ... ? He furrowed his brows. At least Ouma seemed genuine in his choice of words and didn't react resentful towards him ... Saihara didn't know what he would've done. His lungs were straining but ... it would be okay.

"Urghhh ... fine," Ouma rolled his eyes and Saihara's breath hitched. "Give me your phone."
"Huh ... ? O-oh, uh, here?"
The boy snatched his phone out of Saihara's hand and began typing furiously for a minute. Then, he smiled smugly and handed it back. "You're welcome. I'll text you when I'm home so you guys can stop whining already."

So he ... he put his number in Saihara's phone??

Trying hard not to move his shaky hands too frantically, he checked his phone and not only was he greeted by a new contact (that was named Beloved Leader) he also read the message Ouma sent this contact from Saihara's phone - and exploded internally.

Hey there, detective~ Imma make it short, there's no stalker. It was a lie! I just wanted your number so we can set up our date. Text me time and place and I'll be there, kay?

If Saihara ever had a gay panic, it was in this moment.
That on top of his almost-panic attack was too overwhelming. He excused himself to the bathroom to cool down, feeling eyes following him on his way. It would be fine ... he needed to splash his face with some water and take some deep breaths by the window. And that would solve it.

Well, at least it solved the worst of it for a few minutes.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Iruma whistled. Her face was lighting up smugly which couldn't be good for Saihara's health. "Are you single, Poo-ichi?"
"Uh- yes?"
"And fruity, yeah?"
Saihara furrowed his brows in confusion. Akamatsu rolled her eyes and elbowed Iruma in the ribs. "She's asking if you're LGBT. In a dumb way. And you don't have to answer."
"Oh." Shuichi felt dumb. He looked at his hands twisting together on his lap. "I'm bi."
"Nice! Same here. Kaede too, so that makes Ouma the outcast. Get fucked."
"Shut up, I'm perfectly fine being gay. More boobies for you, be grateful."
"Gosh. You're too proud of being a twink."
"Jeez. You of all people should know how ripped I am! Iruma-chan is offensive as always."

Yeah, Saihara thought lamely, you of all people would know best.

Chapter Text

"Oh fuck that's good!"
The Leader threw his head back in pleasure, moving his hips desperately. The light pink cock ring around his dick was back in place, he had grown a liking to this toy - and so did Saihara. Currently arching his back and riding the thick dildo, the camboy was barely able to form coherent sentences as he was more interested in filling himself until he could grind against the thick base. "Ahn~ I need you so b-bad," he whined. "My balls are so full, it hurts! Won't you let me cum, daddy?"

"Y-yes, yes, go ahead-"

"Haa~ you're so h-hard, it makes me wanna ride you all day!" He leaned back crying out blissfully as thick droplets of precum leaked onto his crotch.

"Y-you shouldn't, hnng ... provoke me ... shit, Ouma-kun-!"

"Oh god, fuck, fuck, please! I've been good, I've been so good for y-you, please-!"

He shouldn't have done this. He should've just stopped and never had another orgasm in his life and Saihara would've been fine because the other option was spending time with Ouma while fucking himself to his cam show.
Saihara was on his eighth coffee today and still crouched over his work desk, though this time he didn't research for his current cases. No, tonight (and actually every night that was not a cam night) he was researching more private matters.

Namely, checking for the best date spots in and around town.

Ouma was even more captivating in person, every time they sent some texts Saihara's day brightened. He was addicted to this man who had the time of his life teasing the detective until he wasn't even able to reply with anything else but an embarrassed sticker.
He was addicted to the camboy's alluring body, his soft-looking skin and dripping hole.

And he wanted it to stop.

He was in too deep, had gotten too attached and he had to stop it because Saihara hated the thought of acting like this because of some stranger.
Because they really didn't know anything about each other yet and the only explanation of why Saihara behaved like a dog in heat could only be Ouma's body. And in no way had Saihara ever wanted to be reduced to his sexual urges and use his friends.
At least that was what he wanted to consider Ouma - his friend. He wanted to get to know him and maybe fall in love, maybe. If they worked together well, if they actually liked each other and not only their bodies. But not like this. Never like this.

But ...

Saihara furrowed his eyebrows, jerking himself faster. It was so hard not to think of him. Of the way he arched his back and how dirty his moans were. What Ouma did to him was insane. And Saihara had never been insane, never been risky, never been much of anything. Boring Saihara living his boring life, that had been it. Now was ... different. Now was so new that he was overwhelmed and it made him sad and frustrated and so so hard and willing to fuck Ouma senseless.
His dick pulsed in his hand and the familiar tingling sensation in his lower abdomen made it clear that he wouldn't last longer. The stream had ended a while ago ... but not his lusting for who was supposed to be a friend.

He wished, once again, that it would've.

A few days after their little get together in the café, Akamatsu showed up at his door.
"Shuichi!" She jumped and hugged him as soon as the detective opened up.
"Woah-! Kaede, what-"
"We kissed!!"

Now that was an information the poor boy couldn't process properly in his current kind of embarrassingly overstimulated state. "What- you kissed- who is it?!"
"Remember our café date?!" The blonde started excitedly as she leaned back and beamed at her friend. Her grin was so big and happy and honest that Saihara could only gawk stupidly and let her talk for the both of them for now. "And we decided to meet up again after that, we actually called it a date! And we, we got to this beautiful park and held hands and suddenly-"

"Woah, Akamatsu-chan, please, calm down. I can barely understand what you're-"

"I'm saying that I have a girlfriend now," she cried out, her face softening. "And I wanted you to know first, Saihara-kun." She took his hand in hers and pulled it up, making him spin around with a lighthearted chuckle - whereas Saihara tensed trying his hardest not to stumble over his own feet. He didn't quite manage to stand his ground but Kaede held him securely after his twirl and laughed and all he could do at the ridiculousness of the situation was laugh with her.

"Warn me next time you're gonna do that, okay?"

"Ooh, he's promising me a next time! Maybe we can go take those dancing lessons now?" She grinned.

"I'll pass. Your girlfriend wouldn't be too happy about that, I suppose."

"She'll be fine." Akamatsu pouted but her voice was nothing but amused.
"So ... what do you think?"

"Well ..." He trailed off, looking over his shoulder before taking a step back. "Come in, let's have tea."

"And then she said my laugh was cute and I said 'you should look at yourself' and she was blushing so hard! Just from that! Aaa, it was adorable-"

It had been about twenty minutes by now and Kaede had been rambling about her first date with Iruma the entire time. It was strange to see her like this, but not in a bad way. Saihara just thought in that moment how he'd never seen her this excited before.

"I'm glad," he spoke eventually, when she paused to take a sip of her tea which had been cooling down untouched. He smiled.

But then, his friend paused. "Glad ... ?" She took another gulp before setting her cup down gently. Though she didn't look at him anymore. "That's ... good. Really good. I was actually scared, you know."

"Scared? Of my reaction, you mean ... ?"

Akamatsu nodded. "Well she's ... you've met her. And I know you and you typically don't hang out with people like them. Hell, I don't even usually hang out with people like them."

"That doesn't mean anything if you're happy with her."

She looked up surprised.

"... You thought I'd forbid you to see her or something like that?" Saihara furrowed his brows. "That's ... sad."

She quickly shook her head, fixing him with determination. "No, no, I-" She took a deep breath. "That's not it, Saihara-kun. Shuichi. I've known you for so long by now. You're important to me. I ... don't want to choose and I don't want the people I love to feel uncomfortable either. And I know that you're easily intimidated and that's okay! I ... I guess I was just scared that you might tell me you wouldn't meet up with me when I hang out with her."

"Kaede ..."

"I'm sorry." Looking down again. "You're right, it's sad that I couldn't trust you with that, huh?" She laughed quietly, drily. Saihara wished she would look at him more for once.
"Sorry. You didn't deserve that doubt."

"Don't apologize, I understand," he stated carefully. It didn't actually sit right with him all the way but he did understand. He had always been that way. He was just now learning a new side of himself, and that was something not even Saihara could explain at the moment.
He did his best to try, still.

"She's different from Momota-kun, sure, and that's fine with me. You and him and even Hoshi-kun want me to be more assertive, this ... this could be beneficial even. A-and I like Ouma-kun who's friends with her, so it's not like I could shut her out of my life if that makes sense?"

Wow, he really was bad at this.

Kaede blinked. "I haven't even thought about that," she admitted. Then finally, her smile was back. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he replied quickly. It was time for Saihara to look down now with his cheeks growing hot.

"So ... if you like Ouma-kun, do you wanna go out with us three again?" She leaned down a little to try and catch his eyes, shot him an inquisitive glance. "Miu invited me to her place for a movie night with him and I'm sure they'd want you to join!"

Oh. Well. That could cause problems for the troubled boy. And the tone Akamatsu had in her voice when asking him suggested that she wouldn't let it go easily.

"Ah, that's really nice, um ... but I don't want to intrude. It feels like I would, so sorry I'll pass."

"You're not intruding, silly. Ouma's gonna sleep over, too," she assured, smiling brightly again. "Plus, I'd really like you to come with me and get to know her more. Maybe you could even be friends."

"I ..." Now he really was at a loss. He didn't suspect that Akamatsu would smirk then and there, though. Never a good sign.

"Are you shy because Ouma-kun will sleep in the same bed as you?"

"W-what?!"

"Okay, correction, same couch," she laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. "You totally are, aren't you? Shuichi, you dog!"

"It's not like that at all!" He cried immediately, heart almost beating through his chest. "I-I just- y-you guys have j-just gotten together and-"

He would not tell her. He would not tell her the actual mess he was, best friend or not. He would crumble if he did, Saihara was sure. Maybe she would be judgemental even. Damn, he was just as doubtful of her as she had been of himself earlier, huh?

"I won't force you, you know," Kaede added softly. She gently patted his arm in a soothing gesture. "But it's pride month. Join the gays for a sleepover?"

Saihara snorted lightly. "I ... I'll think about it, okay?"

He did in fact not think about it. Not until the one day that Saihara decided time and place of his date with Ouma. Or "date". He still wasn't sure if the other meant it like ... like that. Like an actual, romantic date. But even back when he asked him about it when they were texting, Ouma didn't give him any straight answers.

aww you're still hung up on that? well now i can't wait to see how you're gonna entertain me!

huh, saihara-chan doesn't know? oh well. aren't you a detective?"

saihara-chaaaan i'm a busy mob boss and my patience is like, paper-thin. c'monnnn stop overthinking every little detail

So eventually, Saihara held himself back from prying. He felt this seemed like pushing Ouma away, or more like Ouma buiding up a higher wall around himself each time Saihara tried crossing it.

He didn't want to find it intriguing.

By now he had decided where to meet up, deciding to do it the day before Ouma's next stream. He didn't have the heart to make plans with the camboy on the day of his stream, it would cause more stress for the smaller man. And the day directly after Ouma's work could potentially be very weird for Saihara. Maybe he could resist watching but he didn't trust himself with that. Not when he was jerking off a lot more ever since watching the Leader's work. He felt his knees buckle everytime he thought about him, how would he survive to meet up with Ouma right after seeing him like-

Okay, no, he won't allow his mind to go there.

He hadn't told Kaede or anyone else about Kokichi's messages or the way they flirted in private (... was it flirting??) and he didn't dare speaking up. What if it accidentally slipped out how addicted he was to some random cam-ing stranger?
... stranger? Friend?

... Love interest?

No, it made no sense telling his friends anything, not until he figured himself out. How else would he be able to explain properly?
Saihara sighed and sank deeper into the bathtub until his eye lashes touched the surface of the steaming water. He was getting ready to go out. He was actually making himself pretty for his crush, to meet him and try his hardest to have a good time together. His nerves were already firing, the excitement and anxiety bubbling in his stomach in a way that Saihara was sure he wouldn't be able to suppress on their date.

He only hoped that Ouma would be as understanding as he had been at the café.

Chapter Text

"Saihara-chan really is full of surprises!"

At the sudden noise, Saihara turned around and was met with gorgeous purple eyes. The smaller man was waving with glee, lithe body in cuffed white jeans with various chain accessories and a soft-looking black tee. It featured a chess board with only one piece on it: The white Queen. Saihara on the other hand wore a plain black turtleneck with his nicer dark grey slacks, nothing exciting but the best his closet had to offer.
Saihara's whole face brightened and he smiled warmly at his date.
His date
"Hello, Ouma-kun."

"Hi, detective," the other sang with a grin. He looked around, clearly interested in the place. "How'd you find this?"

"Oh, I've heard about it from Akamatsu-san once ..." Saihara looked away, focused on the building as well. Ouma raised his brows. "So. Do you like it?"

"Mhh. Haven't done this before so I can't tell you that I hate it yet!"

Saihara felt a little uneasy but Ouma seemed relaxed. That charming little smile never left his lips and he put his hands behind his head in a carefree gesture. He decided that there was no point beating himself up mentally. Yet.
"Then shall we find out?"

"Yeah, let's go!" He grabbed Saihara's elbow and pulled him along, and Saihara breathed out a chuckle seeing the skip in his step. Apparently, Ouma liked his idea. Thank god.

They entered the building and went over to the front desk.
Setting them up and explaining the rules didn't take long; soon enough they were being led down a hall and the employee unlocked a cube-shaped room. It was pretty bare, dark wooden floors in stark contrast with small white wall tiles. There was a stool and a small shelf with half a dozen, seemingly random books. They thanked and entered, only to be locked in again.

Ouma twirled around to face him, lips curling into a more mischievous smile. "Well, I certainly haven't expected solving an escape room mystery on our little get-together."

"Admittedly, I didn't really know what you'd wanna do, so ..."

"So you chose a place that you'd enjoy?"

"N-no, that's not-"

Ouma giggled. "Calm down, cutie. I like it. So much better than, say, grabbing a bite to eat and going separate ways afterwards."

Saihara smiled back in relief. "... Okay. Thanks, Ouma-kun."

"It's no biggie." He looked around then, starting to gather clues. Saihara joined him, taking care of the other side of the mostly empty room. It didn't take long for them to start taking tiles off the walls, loosening floorboards and finding hidden items in secret compartements.

Eventually, Ouma spoke up with another suggestion: "Say, Saihara-chan ... what if we changed the rules a little?"

Needless to say, Saihara was intrigued. "How so?" He asked.

Ouma grinned. "I could make you hard."

He could- ?!
Saihara absolutely sputtered. "W-What?!"

"I said I could make it hard! Up the difficulty!" Ouma repeated cheerily before pouting. "What, you're gonna tell me you stopped listening to me, on our first date? That's what total scumbags do."

"I-" Saihara shook off his initial shock, he sighed deeply trying to ground himself. "I know you're not actually mad, first of all."

"Nshishi. Good job."

"And ..." Saihara continued, cheeks now adoring a soft blush, "sorry. I think I'm a little tired. I've, um ... misheard what you've said. I should've slept earlier last night."

"Huuh. Well. What did you think I said?" Ouma raised a hand, played innocently with a strand of his hair as he spoke. Saihara thought it was cute.

So cute that he replied without thinking. "Well ... I thought you said something sexual."

... He really told him now, huh? Saihara was surprised though, he thought he'd die on the spot if he ever revealed his Ouma-related thoughts to the person of his affections. Maybe he really was as exhausted as he suspected. But Ouma laughed.
"Oh~ that's what it is, hm? Would Saihara-chan like that?"

"Like ... ?"

What Saihara wasn't ready for was the way Ouma lowered his eyelids in response, pupils dark and dilated. It's an expression he'd gotten quite familiar with over the past weeks. Ouma gave him a dirty smile. "If I made you hard."

?! Holy shit this was bad. "U-uhm-"
All he could do was stutter as his brain came to a halt trying to grasp straws, to make conversation like someone normal. And then -

"Just kidding! Did I getcha?"

God. The whiplash was making Saihara dizzy. He cleared his throat and studied the hidden object in his hand: A small, silver key that didn't fit the door's lock. Now he didn't have to look up at least. He was curious which kind of face Ouma showed him but his embarrassment was stronger than his curiosity.
His face was burning, hell, his entire body was hot with shame. "Sorry," he repeated in a small voice. "I hope you're not uncomfortable."

Ouma huffed. "You're so dumb sometimes. Would someone who's uncomfortable joke around?"

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Alright, yeah, probably. Some people would." He shrugged and paused for a second.
"But I'm not 'some people'. I have a mouth so I can speak up when something's bothering me. We're adults, I can just tell you if I'm uncomfortable, right? So stop worrying, dummy."

Saihara hated how quickly his heart was pounding due to the soft tone in Ouma's voice.
He felt infinitely better about his mistake. But ... "Would you really be honest about that? If I went to far with something?"

"Of course." Ouma crossed his arms in front of his chest. His eyebrows were knit together. "I think you can handle what I'm throwing your way, you're not a delicate pansy even though some people seem to think so. And if I lie, it's up to you to figure out."

"... I'm not sure if I can immediately see through your lies, that's ... you're really good at that."

"That doesn't matter," he declared steely, a tone that made Saihara shiver. "I don't care if you figure it out or not, you will behave in a way that's fine with me. I get the results I want, Saihara-chan. The journey doesn't really matter all that much. Anyways, enough of that!" Ouma clapped his hands. "Time to make you suffer for making me spill so much valuable information! Don't worry though, I won't kill you this time because I kinda told you out of free will. You still owe me."

His usual carefree smile was back as he held up the same small silver key that Saihara was suddenly missing. "I'm taking this!"

"You- why?" Saihara suppressed an exasperated noise in the back of his throat as Ouma pocketed the key. What the hell did just happen?

"Because," he drawled, "you wanted something more ... challenging."

The detective leaned against the nearest wall in defeat. "Okay ... so ... how is this more challenging exactly?"

"Shush," Ouma huffed. He approached Saihara slowly, hips swaying just a little too invitingly. "It's time for Mr. Detective to answer some of my questions today."

Saihara gulped. "If you want to ask anything, then go ahead."

"Oh, I will."

It started out quite easy.
Ouma's questions were short and fueled with child-like interest. It helped them to calm down and restored some proper date vibes. Which Saihara was immensely grateful for.

"A cat," the detective replied with a smile. "He used to be my uncle's cat, actually. I adopted him back when I graduated."

"No way! A cat, are you kidding me? Invite me to your place sometime!"

Saihara chuckled. He loved the way Ouma's eyes sparkled like that. He looked like he was in awe. It was cute. "Okay, sure. You're invited."

"Yay!"

"H-He probably won't come out right away ... sorry, I don't wanna promise you anything. He's uh. Critical, I guess."

"Don't worry, that just means you'll have to invite me over multiple times, right?"

After some more easy questions and Ouma's gushing after seeing Saihara's cat on his phone, Ouma licked his lips.
"Y'know, after all this talking, my throat's pretty dry." He grinned. "Time for the end phase. If you please well enough, I miiight just tell you where we can use this pretty little key."

Saihara let the challenging air around them get to his head. He locked eyes with him with determination. "Go ahead."

"Mhh ..." Ouma put his finger against his lip, almost as though he was about to share a secret. He leaned forward a little. "I wonder ..." He lowered his eyelids and Saihara was entranced. He leaned a little closer as well, trying to hear his voice, that had quieted down, more clearly. "Will you join our movie night, Saihara-chan?"

Saihara blinked. "Oh ... I ... haven't thought about that," he admitted. It was suddenly harder to keep his gaze on Ouma with the way he leaned even closer than before. Saihara leaned back on purpose until his back hit the wall. He bit his lip to quiet down a nervous (excited?) wince.

Ouma was casually caging him against the wall with his arms. Their bodies were so close that they were almost pressed together, it was so much warmer and Saihara's heart was beating wildly.

"Please, Saihara-chan," Ouma spoke softly. Was that a hint of hesitance in his smile?

Either way, like this, he would never in a million years be able to say no to him. The moment felt quite fragile, like Ouma was showing him a more vulnerable side - even though he showed himself off as more assertive.

"... Okay," he whispered back. There really only was this one answer to his question.

They stayed like that for a few seconds longer. But as fleeting as their moment was, Saihara would never forget it. Ouma had long pulled away and produced a small chest seemingly out of nowhere - and of course the small, silver key fit its lock perfectly.

On their way out of the building, Saihara watched the peculiar scene of Ouma high-fiving the employee.

Walking Ouma home was the proper thing to end it, right?
Saihara felt delight as they weaseled their way through artificially lit city streets with Ouma chewing his ear off about god and the world. And maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't want to have it any other way.

"Alright, Saihara-chan, this is where we part ways," the camboy said, smiling and bright-eyed and Saihara smothered the thought wishing he would stay.

"Oh," he settled with eventually. But seeing as they were in the middle of the street, nothing but stores and clubs around, this was quite strange. Yet another small riddle Ouma threw his way. "You live ... where?"

"Just around the corner," Ouma shrugged. "I'll be fine. You've been following me like a cute puppy, go home, Saihara-chan."

"Oh." A beat of silence. "... did I do something wrong?"

"Oh my god, Shumai." Ah. There it was, Ouma would start listing off all the boring facts about him and how they would never mesh well. Saihara stared at the ground.
However, he suddenly felt warm hands on his cheeks guiding his face and even warmer, soft lips against his own. The detective's eyes widened comically, mouth agape as Ouma pulled out of their brief kiss with a chuckle.
"You're drooling," he teased and Saihara scrambled to apologize. Which earned him another cute giggle.

Holy shit, he was gone, wrecked. Head over heels.

"I've had fun, okay? Stop overthinking every little detail. And don't take me so seriously all the time! Like, you seem like the kinda guy that would immediately believe me if I said 'I hate you' right after making out. You're so confusing sometimes," he complained, but there was no heat in his words. Instead, Saihara thought he might even see a little bit of awe in his pretty eyes.

C'mon, Shuichi, now's the time for some flirting before he leaves!

"Alright, I'll be on my way then. Thank you for today, Ouma-kun." He smiled, a soft expression on his blushing face. "I really enjoy being with you. You're fun. And, um ... your ... your eyes are beautiful. I was meaning to tell you for a while now."

Fuuck, that was so awkward. Why was he so damn awkward?!
Internally dying, trying to read Ouma's poker face, he shyly played with his bangs. It was a habit he developed after discarding his hat in his last year of high school. By now, it became something natural, something that actually soothed his nerves. Though it only worked when he was moderately nervous.

When Ouma took a deep breath, stepped closer and stood on his tippy toes (which wasn't absolutely adorable), Saihara could only blink. Soft, warm lips touched his cheek for a split second - and then Ouma was gone.

Saihara stared at his back as he turned and disappeared into the next alley.

Huh.

...

Yeah, he was way too invested.

...

And now he had to spend a night on Miu's couch with Ouma right next to him.

Sighing, butterflies in his stomach, Saihara took out his phone to tell Akamatsu he would join them after all. She was excited to say the least, and even decided she'd pick him up next week when they would meet up.

After a brief conversation, it was finally his time to go home, too.

Chapter Text

"Don't gimme that bullshit, you totally stripped him with your eyes the first time we've met!" Iruma laughed hysterically, ignoring the way Ouma's pout only grew more exaggerated.
They were sitting in Iruma's bedroom on her fluffy light pink carpet while one of them certainly had a hell of a better time than the other. Ouma's arms were already crossed in front of his chest as he was forced to wait for Iruma to calm down her cackling. He raised a brow.
"Are you done?"
"Bwahaha! W-what about it, bitch? Huh, what are you gonna do? Unfuck him?"
He sniffled. "Aww but I can't do that ..."
"Sucks to be you!" His friend smirked. She got up and offered him a hand that Ouma stared at like it had personally offended him. Iruma rolled her eyes. "C'mon, don't be a sad sack of shit, he clearly wants to rail you, too."
"Shut up, whore," he shot back in a grumble, finally taking her hand to get up himself. As long as getting up meant walking downstairs to prepare drinks? He could live with that. Maybe it would make Iruma's presence more bearable as well, though he doubted that one.
"You shut up, assface. I didn't invite you to flush the mood down the fucking toilet."
"I wish I could flush you down the toilet, maybe then your big ass ego would cool off a bit."
"Oh yeah? Try me, I'll wipe the floor with you!"
Ouma laughed. "Suure! Cuz you're soo strong! I'm swooning."

"Shut up, no one needs your sarcasm! It doesn't even work, I'm so much stronger than you, are you kiddin' me?!"

They were in the kitchen now, ogling some bottles of various alcoholic beverages.

"A lot of people are," a deeper voice chimed in deviously and Ouma faked a shocked gasp facing the other.
He brought his hand over his heart in mocking exasperation. "You're on her side, Amami-chan?! My life is over!"
Amami grinned. Walking over to the both of them, the green-haired man didn't even hesitate as he wrapped his arms around Ouma's hips and threw him over his shoulder, Ouma squealing all the way.
"Just facts," he teased back, making Iruma laugh even louder at Ouma's expanse. "See?"

The commotion caught the attention of the others who had gathered at Iruma's place for a casual hang out. Most of them were DICE members by now, including Amami who didn't intend to put Ouma down anytime soon, it seemed. Tenko rolled her eyes at the display and took a sip of her ice water. She grabbed a second one, filled with crystal clear cubes and slices of fresh strawberry, and headed over to Iruma with a smile.

"Here, Tenko made you one, too! You should hydrate more often, Iruma-chan."
"God, you're a fucking lifesaver," the blonde moaned in relief and gratefully accepted the offer. She was eagerly sipping on her pretty drink as Tenko ruffled her locks affectionately.

When Tenko first met Ouma, she had punched him across the park they were strolling through. 'They' as in Iruma and Ouma, doing the exact same thing they did since knowing each other: Quarreling.
Tenko had been less than pleased to see an annoying 'menace' bother a girl, so she stepped in. What neither of them expected though was how Ouma seemed to seek her out every once in a while after their first rather unfortunate meeting. Like sticky gum on one's shoe that just won't come off, no matter how hard Tenko tried, he wouldn't be deterred. He'd laugh at her disgusted faces and easily slip through her attacking punches and kicks until the Aikido trainee expressed her acknowledgement. She had since warmed up to Ouma and was regularly meeting up with Iruma to hang in and around town, and not too long ago actually accepted becoming a member of DICE.
"Someone has to make sure the women are treated right, after all," she had mumbled with a barely concealed smile. Ouma thought back fondly to that day. It was evident how much more colour was in her face, how much more grace in her movements. How much more happiness in her soul. She wasn't alone anymore, she was with DICE.

Getting results, Ouma thought nostalgically as he watched her immersed by Iruma in a conversation that made her blush.

After a while of squirming around, Ouma found himself draped over Amami's back in a piggy back ride.
They were standing in a circle with a few others, laughing, drinking beer and having a good time. Another member, Karube, was recounting a story that Amami didn't know since he hadn't been with them last time most of them met up.
"... I'm pretty sure Kokichi won't forget that one, haha. That reminds me, where's Kiibo?"
"Oh, them? Didn't even notice they were gone," Ouma lied, inspecting his nails in a bored gesture.
"Kiibo couldn't make it today, work stuff," Amami answered instead, shrugging. That seemed to do the trick.
Karube smiled. "It's almost time for his and Idabashi's presentation, huh?"
"Hell yeah it is!"
"Iruma-chan, don't yell right next to Tenko!"
"Hee! Sorry, I-I didn't mean to ..."

Another hour of laughter and jokes passed until DICE disbanded.
The girls waved cheerily at Ouma who said his goodbyes back, all under the watchful eye of Tenko who promised to take them home. It was good to have her with them, really. Ouma wasn't as worried as he'd once been.

"... You seem down, Kokichi."
Ouma only shortly glanced at Amami who was watching him with a serious expression. Iruma left them alone in the living room to prepare her bedroom for her girlfriend. It had quieted down enough by now that Ouma's head started spinning again. Too many thoughts were racing through his skull and he grinned at his friend.
"Care to cheer me up, rich boy?"
Amami snorted. "Nice try deflecting."

"Oh boo."

"I could distract you in other ways if you don't wanna talk, y'know?"

Sighing, Ouma lowered himself on his back, right where he was standing on the ground. "I dunno. My head hurts."

"Mhh." A soft hand in his hair, soothing through purple locks. "Haven't slept well lately?"

"I always sleep like a stone, you know that."

"Yeah ..." Amami furrowed his brows. "... Kokichi, I'll always be there if you need help, alright?"

The man in question whined. "Amami-chann ... stop being weird."

"Not being weird."

"Uh-huh."

More gentle ruffling through his hair. It was calm, sleep-inducing almost. Ouma sighed quietly as he relaxed further into the floor. Maybe just a few minutes of shut-eye ... before ...

"Hey, 'Kichi."

Ouma growled. He didn't want to get up already - but the warm hand gently palming his cheek didn't spare him. A thumb brushed his lower eye lid and Ouma reluctantly blinked both of his eyes open. Greeted by Amami's smile, he rubbed them to wake up more properly.

"Welcome back. Wanna get up for me?"

"Noo ... shut up, Amami-chan ..."

"Hmm. For Saihara-kun then?"

Ouma sighed. "What about him."

"Um, hi."

Oh shit. He'd recognize Saihara's voice anytime, even sleepy and dazed. And he was already here, that about him.
Immediately, Ouma jumped to his feet. Slightly confused purple irises locked into pretty honey-coloured ones and oh. Had he actually fallen asleep without noticing? In his mind, he cursed Amami's calming presence. This wasn't planned. Okay then, improv.
Saihara looked like a stone statue, face frozen into something tense and Ouma didn't like that. He decided to skip over to his detective to get closer.
"Finally! I was waiting for hours, my beloved Saihara-chan!"

But Saihara's gaze darkened. "Sorry."

"You better be. What's kicked you in the balls today?" Ouma made a pouty face. At least he had the satisfaction of seeing Saihara's stoic mimic crumble to dust as he scrambled to apologize.

"Nothing- ah, sorry! I promise I didn't mean to look like that."

"Look like what, a douche?"

He looked away. A pity, considering Ouma wanted his eyes on him. "I guess. I wasn't aware of my facial expression. It, uh, defaulted."

Lie.

"Ohh, I see. No worries, I forgive you!" Ouma grinned. He was a fantastic actor. Unlike Saihara, who still had trouble looking at him guilt-free. Who had lied to him, yet again. He wasn't stupid. What was so hard about being honest? It rubbed him the wrong way.

It wasn't like Saihara lied when he complimented him or when they spend time together talking about personal stuff. No, Saihara seemed to lie at random, for reasons that Ouma couldn't make sense of.
Like when he claimed his face was looking like a tense, menacing wreck by default.
Like when he told Ouma that he knew of the escape rooms because of Iruma's girlfriend.
Like when he sat down with them at the café way back when they first met and eyed Iruma with that suspicious gaze but smiled and even laughed at her jokes.

He had pegged that last lie as something that was supposed to be friendly - supporting Akamatsu in her choice of friend group. Slash partner, apparently. Maybe Saihara already knew they were interested in each other while watching them interact from the other side of the table. Ouma surely had known. Iruma was an open book anyways, Akamatsu was more subtle but still so obvious.
However, with the way Saihara's eyes strayed from Iruma to Akamatsu on a regular basis, checked in on her reactions and the detective started full-on mimicking them, Ouma formed his own silent suspicions.
Mainly: Akamatsu had, probably knowingly but without recognizing it, a way too strong grip on Saihara. He'd do whatever she wanted him to do, whatever she expected, because he valued their friendship too much.

At least, that was his educated guess. Which also rubbed him the wrong way.

He then felt an arm around his shoulders and leaned into his friend a little, all while keeping his gaze on the navy-haired man. "Saihara-chan, this is Amami-chan! I'm sure you two totally haven't introduced yourselves yet while watching me sleep like the creeps that you are."

"Only half-true. We're not creeps, we're admirers," Amami teased back easily, chuckling at Ouma's shocked expression. "Anyways, your guests are here now so I'm taking my leave, too. Take care, Kokichi."
"Aww, alrighty." Ouma turned to hug him and the other camboy wrapped his arms fully around. He pet his back a little as they stayed like that for a few seconds.
And of course Amami had to remind him: "I meant it, 'Kichi. Anytime, yeah?"
"Urgh, yeah, yeah. Go back home to your sister, she won't be around much longer."
"You make it sound like a threat," Amami spoke light-heartedly and pulled back. "But yeah, she'll only stay for two more days. We're gonna have a video call with the entire family tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it."
"Have fun!"
"Thanks, shortie. You too with Miu and your partners."

Partners?

"It was nice to meet you, Saihara-kun." Amami, fucking Amami, had the audacity to wink at Saihara and put a hand on his shoulder as he passed him. He saw Saihara jolt when the other's hand collided with his body. "Take good care of him, alright?" And suddenly, his eyes darkened, face twisting into something threatening. "If not, I'll hunt you down without mercy."

"Uh- I'll- s-sure??"

"Oh man, stop parenting me, that's even weirder than playing big brother." Ouma rolled his eyes. "Had enough of intimidating poor little Saihara-chan yet?" Saihara really looked pale by now, it was kind of worrying. Almost. The detective's gaze flitted between the two camboys nervously. He could probably read it in Amami's face that he wasn't joking around.

Amami's face morphed back into something soft and careless. "Sure. I'll be on my way."

"Byeee."

After they waved him off, Ouma wasted no time to cling onto Saihara's surprisingly toned arms. Or rather he would be surprised if Saihara hadn't told him about his regular work out sessions with two of his friends. He wished he could see his arms bare ... maybe he could make that wish come true tonight. It sounded easy enough to see Saihara strip before changing into pajamas. Which wasn't creepy.

"... Can you stop staring at Amami's ass now and give me a proper hello?"

"I wasn't," Saihara frowned. "Are you transfering, Ouma-kun?"

"Ew." Ouma stuck out his tongue. "That's like accusing me of incest."

Saihara's cheeks flushed as he avoided his gaze again. Huh. "Sorry ... you like him, right? I'm being unfair here."

"... Oh, that's how it is."

Why, wasn't that cute? His detective was jealous.
Jealous of Amami. It was almost as funny as it was annoying. How could this man be so goddamn blind?
"Hey, let's get you a drink, Saihara-chan," he decided good-naturedly. Changing Saihara's perception tonight by hammering into his dense skull how much he liked him? Easy, he could do that. Finally Saihara would understand, then everything would be clear to him and Ouma had one headache less. Good plan.

Saihara agreed and before Ouma could even ask about Akamatsu, they found her with Iruma in the kitchen.
"Ew, gross," he exclaimed, quickly shielding Saihara's eyes. The girlfriends had been kissing (rather chastely, but why would Ouma waste an opportunity to tease his friend?) and it was not what he signed up for.

"You're so annoying, holy shit, can't we have one minute alone, jackass?" Iruma complained, turning around with a strong huff and crossed arms, her eyes glaring daggers. Wow, what a reaction. Ouma merely shrugged.

"Saihara-chan needs a drink, desperately, he's a guest and homophobic so you have the obligation as a proper host to protect him from witnessing devilish temptations."

He heard Saihara choking in the background.

Iruma rolled her eyes. "With the way he's been staring at your ass while you said that, I somehow doubt it."

"It's only cuz my ass is too sexy, Saihara-chan's allowed to stare at eyecandy."

"W-What are you guys talking about?!"

Ouma glanced back with a wink. "You don't agree?"

"That's- you- you're-"

"We're just joking around, no need to piss yourself, Shyhara," Iruma added with amusement.
Akamatsu chuckled. She slipped her arm around Iruma's waist and pulled her happily to her side. "A drink sounds good, have one with me, Shuichi?"

"Yeah, sure." Saihara smiled again and it kind of rubbed Ouma the wrong way - though this worked in his favour.
Maybe a few drinks later, his annoyance would vanish, all cuddled up with his detective on the couch watching dumb movies. That sounded like heaven right now.

Today, it was high time to break through his lies.
Show time.

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Ouma was biting his nails. A nervous habit to some, but to Ouma it came naturally whenever he lost himself into making plans.
He was sitting on Iruma's soft couch, knees pulled up to his chest as he definitely didn't stare at Akamatsu and Saihara preparing drinks in the open kitchen area. He was considering joining them for a brief second before deciding against it. They could have their friendly talk for now. As soon as Saihara's ass was on this couch, Ouma would make sure to get his attention.

"Yo, shrimp dick."

Oh great. She was still here.
"What."

"You done staring at Suckhara?"

"No," Ouma pouted and glanced at Iruma. "Why?"

Iruma shrugged. "I dunno. You should make a move on him before he thinks you're not interested."

"I was already pretty clear about that."

"Yeah, right." The blonde snorted. "Is that why he looks like an abandoned puppy ever since he got here and you were cuddling with Amami, because you were clear about that?"

Ouma facepalmed.

"Listen up," she started again but this time, he was quick to intervene.

"No, you listen. This has nothing to do with you, go fuck your girlfriend and leave me here eating all your popcorn."

"Urgh. Sulking isn't a cute look on you at all."

"So is your face but you're still not getting off my dick."

Iruma rolled her eyes. "Fine, I'm leaving you to have fun with my partner who's so much prettier than that uggo she brought with her."
She grinned seeing Ouma's face twist into something dark and left with a small laugh. Ouma groaned into his hands.

He didn't know how long it took them to finally return with all of their drinks but it was decidedly too long. Ouma was bored and trapped inside his head mulling over Saihara's words and expressions and the teasing lilt in Amami's voice when he woke up. Was it really jealousy? Could Saihara even be jealous? Was it wishful thinking? Ouma sank further down into the couch. It surely wasn't his plan to become self-conscious now of all times, and because of some guy on top of that.

Once he heard footsteps approaching, he lifted his head and was greeted by a bottle of grape fanta being held towards him. Purple eyes wandered up the offering arm and found Saihara smiling at him.
"Here you go," he simply said. Like it wasn't something big. Like he hadn't remembered Ouma's favourite drink he mentioned only once in passing during their many talks. He grinned back and took the bottle from his hand.
"Thanks! I usually hate this stuff, one time it made me vomit for half an hour. The entire day was ruined, never touched it since. But I'll make an exception today!"

Saihara chuckled, a little nervously. He sat down when Ouma patted the spot next to him. "Thank you, very kind," he replied deciding to humour Ouma's obvious lie.

They four of them made themselves comfortable on the couch. It had already been transformed into a bed for Saihara and Ouma to sleep on, fluffy pillows and warm blankets piled on top invitingly. They had changed into sleepwear and Ouma had been disappointed that Saihara came back in his pajamas after his visit in the bathroom. Sadly, he couldn't have possibly seen his arms like this. Or chest. Or legs, for that matter. Damnit.

Now that all the preparations had been done and Ouma and Akamatsu were happily munching on some sugary popcorn, Iruma held up two discs.
"Alright, which one? Uh ... 'Lights Out' or 'Scream'?"

"I'm fine with either of these!" Akamatsu clapped her hands. "You guys go ahead and choose."

"I don't care either, just hurry up and pick," Ouma announced, throwing his arms in the air. Saihara was worried he'd drop the bowl of popcorn that was balancing dangerously on his lap. "Saihara-chan and smelly Iruma-chan can choose."

"Hey!! I'm not smelly!"

"Sure! It was a lie! You don't smell for once because you didn't wanna scare off Akamatsu-chan."

Saihara sighed as Iruma retorted something offensive. "I, uh ... don't really mind. What are those about?"

Iruma huffed and flicked Ouma off before turning the casing over. "So. Lights Out is some supernatural bullshit and Scream is a masked killer killing high school students. The usual bullshit."

"Very helpful," Ouma quipped and Iruma flicked him off again. He bumped his shoulder against Saihara's. "It's fine whatever you choose, you can't make a mistake. Just go for it."

"... Yeah, okay." He watched the detective stiffening, squaring his shoulder in order to compose himself. Such a shy one. Absolutely not cute. "Um ... let's go with Scream?"

"Alright! Time to get spooked, suckers!" Iruma busied herself immediately with setting up the movie and Akamatsu offered to get them a beer in the meantime. And since it meant Akamatsu would leave Saihara and him alone for a little while, Ouma agreed. To his surprise, Saihara also wanted to drink one and it shouldn't excite Ouma the way it did. Alcohol usually relaxed people. And he didn't peg Saihara for one that drank himself silly, so this was actually perfect!

"You like to let loose, Saihara-chan?"

"Mh?" Finally, his eyes were back on Ouma. "What do you mean?"

"Drinking," he clarified. "I thought Saihara-chan was abstinent."

"I never said that," Saihara mumbled back, though he did smile a little. "To be honest, this ... I'm not good at this." He made a vague gesture around the room. "This whole thing here. It's kind of intimidating. But I'm ... I'm glad that you're here."

Ouma opened his mouth but the reply died in his throat. Instead, he stared at the other and closed his mouth shut, wordless like a fish. Turning away, he busied himself eating more popcorn and ignored Saihara for now - after offering him a snack as well.
Thankfully, Saihara didn't mention anything, not even the redness in his face.

The movie wasn't scary, actually. Not at all. It was predictable, the jumpscares mediocre at best, and the killer simply a guy. Ouma snorted internally. He really had to give it his all to hide his amused grins when Iruma was this scared. She was hiding her face behind her knees that had been pulled against her body, glancing nervously just barely over them and held Akamatsu's hand in a death grip. Her occasional shrieking made Ouma want to laugh at her.

Scared of a random guy. Just a normal dude with a knife. Come on, Iruma ...

... however, thanks to her, Ouma had a valid excuse to cuddle up tightly against Saihara's side. He made sure to jolt every now and then, acting like his eyes were glued in morbid horror to the TV screen and thus ignoring Saihara's side glances.

They were sharing a blanket. They were also sharing Ouma's popcorn. Saihara was so warm and cosy, it helped improve Ouma's mood quite a lot. Forgotten was Iruma's annoying teasing and irritatingly stupid grins he had to endure the entire day.
He laid there with his arms wrapped around Saihara's waist, head tucked closely into his neck at this point, and enjoyed every single second of it. Okay, maybe he was a little touch-starved. Maybe it was only because Saihara was the single hottest boy he'd ever seen in his life or whatever. It could've also been the gentle, careful way Saihara held him back. Almost protectively. No one had ever protected him or treated him as gently as he did. Maybe Amami, but Amami didn't count. Amami was family. This wasn't anything he'd do with family.
Ouma's cheeks were tinted a soft rosy colour and he closed his eyes when the screaming on screen was a little too boring by now. He simply enjoyed being like this with Saihara. He was one of the good guys in this world and Ouma was glad to have met him. And he smelled good.

Saihara was still infuriating and unpredictable, but never in a bad way. Mostly. Okay no, never, because the problem wasn't him, it was his friendship that wasn't how it was supposed to be. Could he push Saihara in the right direction? Maybe. He'd try for sure. And hope it wouldn't break anything between them.

"Hey, are you okay?"
And there was his soft voice whispering directly in Ouma's ear, so gentle. So soothing. Ouma held back a shiver.

"Yeah," he replied breathlessly, "why?"

Saihara shrugged lightly. "Good. It's just you're, um ... pressing against me."
Ouma simply hummed in acknowledgement. He slid his leg around one of Saihara's to huddle closer together with a tired sigh. Saihara was too comfortable, it wasn't fair.
He felt Saihara tense briefly - however, he adjusted quite quickly to their new position. Ouma smiled. This was nice.

The movie was over soon after the last screams had died down. Ouma acted like he was out cold, not even Iruma poking his shoulder made him stir. It would leave a black mark on his skin in form of her stupid fake nails, thanks for that, but it was alright because he could stay in Saihara's hold like this. And didn't have to talk to Iruma.

To his delight, the couple left them soon alone. He heard Akamatsu yawn and soft footsteps leading away. It was quiet in the living room. Saihara moved his arm a little to take a sip of his beer can. A quiet gulp filled Ouma's ears and he felt Saihara's adam's apple bob which shouldn't have been this nice. The TV was almost silent, playing dumb ads that none of them cared about. The only important thing was how warm Saihara's skin was and the way his torso would move with his breathing, gently rocking Ouma's head.

"Are you still pretending to sleep ... ?"

Ah. He caught him. Ouma snickered quietly. "Fine, I woke up a few minutes ago." He looked up with a crooked smile, locked eyes with Saihara. "Is that a problem? Did you want to defile my defenseless body while I was asleep?"

"No but you've never slept in the first place," Saihara replied teasingly and Ouma's heart beat faster.

"Is that what Saihara-chan thinks ... ?"

"Mhm ..." His hand was so gentle, so careful petting Ouma's head. He played with his hair and Ouma felt boneless. "You were afraid but suddenly fast asleep. It wasn't a good bluff."

"Meanie," Ouma teased light-heartedly. "But you didn't call me out."

"I didn't."

"Why's that?" Ouma leaned a little closer. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Saihara quickly avoided his eyes. "Well ... yes. Holding you is-"
He stopped as his voice hitched and cleared his throat. "... it's really nice."

And it was. The entirety of their movie night, they'd spent huddled together, completely relaxed and comfortable being close. Saihara hadn't experienced this kind of skinship with anyone else and he really enjoyed it.
Probably a little too much.

"Hey, Saihara-chan ... I can feel how hard you are."

Not to mention how absolutely mortifying Ouma's whisper was. He moved and somehow their faces were right next to each other.
"So pent up ..."

Saihara gulped, looking at the camboy like a deer caught in the headlights. "O-Ouma-kun, you don't have to say anything. I'm ... really sorry. It'll go away."

"Mhh. I guess so." But despite his words, Ouma snaked his arms around Saihara's neck. "Kiss me," he whispered quietly.

"B-but ..."

"I want kisses from my beloved. Can you do that for me? And ..." He slowly trailed one hand down Saihara's chest. "And maybe ... I could help you out more. Paying back that kissing favour right away, you know?"

Saihara's breathing grew erratic. His body trembled when Ouma's lips moved along his neck, smaller warm body pliant against his own. This was all he ever wanted since first laying eyes on his body on cam.
Ouma's mouth was on his ear now, sucking on the lobe and licking the shell, hot puffs of air only spiking his arousal. "I'm a screamer, Saihara-chan."

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, head spinning as Ouma nibbled on the soft patch of skin just below his ear. He was so tempted. So much that he could barely hold himself back from jumping him. Ouma was better than his best wet dreams, better than his cam show, better than anything he could ever hope to imagine. It wasn't fair. Saihara had planned to take it slow, dilligently unwrapping Ouma's layers on a psychological level first before ripping off his pants.
This wasn't slow. But he wanted it.

Ouma continued with that goddamn sexy smirk that broke Saihara's willpower entirely.
"That means ... we have to muffle my voice somehow if we don't want any interruptions ... got any ideas, detective?" His voice was a purr. Saihara absolutely loved the sound of that. His head was full of all kinds of imaginations about how exactly he could help Ouma stay quiet while he could only squirm and take it until Saihara was satisfied with how many times he'd make him cum. He wouldn't even be able to plead for mercy.

"I- god- I can think of s-something," Saihara gasped. Finally, his hands were travelling all over Ouma's body, enjoying all the curves and muscle, the softness and hardness of his jutting hip bones. Ouma moaned lowly when Saihara dug his fingers into the tempting flesh of his ass, enjoying the firmness and fullness of it, and biting his lip when Ouma moved back into his hands.

"Yeah?" He breathed out teasingly. Ouma rolled on top of him with a happy grin. "Make me shut up, Shumai."

He didn't have to order Saihara twice.
Immediately, he surged foward to capture the other's lips in a searing kiss, tongue lapping at him begging for entry and sucking on Ouma's lower lip. He could feel Ouma's surprise but soon enough, the camboy moaned oh so sweetly and melted into him, meeting Saihara's tongue with equal hunger. He could feel Ouma's erection through his loose pajama pants and just had to wrap his legs around him to pull him closer. Saihara moved his hips bringing their hard cocks together.
It was a dream come true, he was making out with his crush, heavily so, had him grinding against his hips and moaning for more, it was - it was so good. The only thing better than this would be if they were somewhere alone, a place where Ouma could actually scream out his name until his voice broke, so that he'd sound hoarse for days after.
Saihara concentrated on the way Ouma moved his lips, slightly shaky with arousal, and hummed delightfully. One of his hands trailed around Ouma's hip and then he was cupping his partner's bulge and felt it pulse and he loved it. Ouma tensed, freezing for a second with a choked moan against Saihara's lips. He really was vocal ... and Saihara adored him for that.

"You're so good," he whispered hotly, Ouma panting and trying to muffle his noises by biting his lip. Slowly, gently, Saihara's second hand trailed up Ouma's spine below his shirt, bundling the fabric and pulling it upwards along with him. He felt goosebumps erupt all over beautifully soft skin and shivered. "I want to make you cum."

"Haa- S-Saihara-chan is so bold," Ouma purred back, his excitement radiating from his lithe body. He licked his lips teasingly, hips never stopping to grind against Saihara's hand. "But that's fine ... I want you, too."

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"Hn-!"

Their lips were inseparable by now. Everytime one of them pulled back to get some air, the other surged forward.
Ouma's tongue was addicting to him. Saihara battled it, sucked on it, and he relished in every little noise his adorable partner let out. Thankfully, due to their mouths muting their moans, it was really quiet in the room. No way Iruma and Akamatsu would wake up like this.

Saihara's hands were becoming greedier by the second, impatiently pulling up Ouma's shirt and sliding into his pants.
Feeling his ass without any fabric covering it was like an ascencion. Saihara was needy, restless and desperate for this man on top of him. His thumb swiped over his hole and Ouma shuddered, his hands clawing into Saihara's shirt.
They separated briefly to pull off their clothes until they were clad in only their underwear, lust-filled eyes admiring each other's bare skin. Ouma's fingers trailed down Saihara's abdomen playfully, following the trail of faint hair down to his crotch. His very eager crotch.

Ouma grinned. "I'm surprised you haven't blown your load already. You've been keeping it in for so long, haven't you?"

"You're one to talk," Saihara countered easily. He licked his lips, shamelessly pressing their hips together and smiled when Ouma couldn't suppress his needy moan in time.
He leaned closer, his face nestling in the crook of Ouma's neck, and started spreading kisses all over. He needed to cover every inch. The only way Saihara could be truly content was by making Ouma's entire body sing and ache for him, only him. And because of that burning wish, he bit down.

Helplessly, Ouma squeezed his eyes shut. He had half a mind to press his palm against his mouth to stay quiet - but even so, he wasn't successful.
If Saihara had a tail, it would wag like crazy listening to Ouma's loud groans and whimpers, muffled but unabashed and right next to his ear.
Saihara was having the time of his life moving his tongue and lips along the other's neck, biting and sucking in places that he thought were simply nice. After what was probably way too long, Saihara pulled back with moist lips and blown-out pupils.

Ouma was a wreck. His chest heaved, unshed tears in his eyes, and his erection pressed painfully against his boxers. Saihara felt a strong surge of pride as he admired his work on Ouma's skin. The amount of dark red hickies were riling him up more.

"What are you, a cannibal?" Ouma whispered in disbelief, though his cheeks were hot and red, his body cutely flushed. He was so aroused for Saihara.

"You like it," he said quietly, voice soft but with an awe that made Ouma's knees weak and soaked his underwear further.

"Saihara-chan ... you wanted to make me cum, right?" Ouma pulled an adorable pout. "Or was that all just hot air?"

Ouma shivered when Saihara's eyes darkened. He held up his fingers to Ouma's lips. "Suck," he simply ordered. And by god, if that didn't make Ouma even harder.
Trying to hide his excitement, the purple-haired man opened up. His tongue darted out and flicked over Saihara's fingers once before they were plunged inside. Ouma made a surprised noise but his eyes fluttered shut soon after and he concentrated on sucking the life out of Saihara's hand. He gripped Saihara's wrist and took his fingers in entirely, tongue twirling around the digits with ferver. He heard Saihara's barely concealed groan of arousal and let out a mewl of his own, patience wearing thin. He wanted nothing more than Saihara's dick right now, and the knowledge that they wouldn't be able to that here was only making it more enticing.

Ouma pushed his hips harder against Saihara's, felt his drool threatening to dribble down his lips and did his damn best to keep eye contact. He loved the unfiltered hunger in Saihara's gleaming eyes, beautiful eyelashes painting long shadows over his cheeks and making him look ethereal. This was really starting to affect Ouma a little too much.

Ouma whimpered lewdly, purposefully trying to rile up the other more until he snapped.

Suddenly, Ouma was thrown on his back and the hem of his boxershorts firmly grabbed by the man who was towering over him like a fucking predator. Where the hell did Saihara hide all of this inside the sweetest, shy appearance?
But oh, Ouma would definitely not complain about that. Quite the opposite, he found himself craving this version of Saihara.

"Is this okay?" This bold, horny version of Saihara whispered in question.
Despite everything, his voice was soft, filled with gentle care. It made Ouma's heart swell.

"If you take any more time, I'll push you off and tie you down," he threatened, though to his slight annoyance it sounded weak and he really wanted to backpedal, but how could he do that when Saihara yanked down his underwear and looked at him like he was the richest treasure in the world?

Ouma loved attention, he knew that much about himself. He was aware how needy he became when someone gave him the exact look that Saihara gifted him in that moment. And he also really wanted to suck him off.

But once again, Saihara proved to be hard to predict.

Ouma happily engaged him, their tongues even meeting before their lips could.
His arms circled around Saihara's back, nails digging slightly in his flesh, possessively, desperately, and he moaned with Saihara when he started full-on grinding their bare cocks together. When did he take off his boxers?
One of Ouma's hands slid down Saihara's back, leaving light red scratch marks in his way, until he reached his behind. And to Ouma's surprise - after shivering when Saihara moaned louder into their kiss - his fingers still met fabric. Oh. So Saihara still wasn't naked, he only pushed down the front. If Ouma was honest here, he didn't like the way this man was able to scramble his brain this effortlessly. Usually, he would have noticed right away, it wasn't exactly hard to recognize - but something about Saihara pulled him in and didn't let go.
His mind was too hazy.

But still, Ouma would definitely not complain about that.

His thigh was circled by Saihara's arm. He pushed it up and hoisted it over his shoulder and he didn't even hesitate to fold Ouma's body in half.
Saihara pulled back, wet fingers lightly pushing against Ouma's hole, and stared at him with fire in his eyes.
"Are you sure about this, Ouma-kun?" He asked, because of course he had to. Because of course Saihara-chan was this sweet.

Ouma merely licked his lips and pushed his hips against Saihara's fingers in a silent reply, not quite trusting his voice at this point. But Saihara wasn't satisfied with that.

Because of course Saihara-chan wasn't satisfied with a non-verbal response.

"Tell me," so he started, "what do you want me to do to you?"

"Anything you want," Ouma replied instantly, breathlessly, and it couldn't be more truthful if he tried. Fuck Iruma-chan. If she was coming downstairs and seeing Saihara buried balls deep inside him and had the audacity to not walk right back up to Akamatsu-chan, he would make sure she had hell to pay.
He couldn't remember a time in his life when he was more horny. And it was all Saihara's fault, Saihara with his weird stares and cold hands that seemed to burn up almost instantly when they touched, Saihara and his stupid soft voice, his hushed tones making sure Ouma was comfortable, his passionate kisses and awe-struck expression, almost like he was honoured to touch the camboy.
Ouma took a shaky breath that resulted in a lewd gasp when Saihara's finger finally pressed inside.

"Anything ..." Saihara repeated quietly, somehow sounding thoughtful and dazed at once. Ouma bit his lip. Shivers were wracking his body and he felt himself clenching around Saihara. This felt so good already and they barely even started.

"Saihara-chan," he whined. Ouma grabbed tightly onto Saihara's shoulders and threw his head back when he moved his finger deeper inside. He panted heavily in anticipation, excitement rendering him speechless.

"You're beautiful," Saihara whispered serenely. His eyes were glued onto Ouma's flushed face, lips parted invitingly and swollen from their making out, the royal purple in his eyes watered down into something softer and pleadingly staring back at him. Ouma whimpered with the way Saihara twisted his finger against his prostate and bucked his hips, and Saihara moaned with him.
He leaned up, tilting his head to fit his lips perfectly against the crook of Ouma's neck. Saihara started moving his finger languidly, savouring the warmth and tight hole of his partner. His lips were pulling on Ouma's skin more gently, soothingly. Almost like he was apologizing again - and Ouma didn't mind this time.

Sex had always been something he was quite open about.
Ever since Ouma had started getting in relationships - or, more often than not, having some fun and forgetting about the person an hour later - he didn't have a problem asserting himself and communicating openly with his partners when he didn't like something.
Over the years, he had experienced quite a lot of different techniques, and though it rarely came to sex with his partners for the night, he quickly realized how much people differed in bed.

He had been spanked and choked once and was quick to shove the guy away and slip out the window with his clothes in his arms, quickly redressing while getting away.
He had been held possessively, been called another name than the fake name he had given another guy. Broken hearts were a tragedy to behold.
He had been bored out of his mind once, too, with his one-night-stand being clueless above and beyond despite not being a virgin. Ouma had ended up not even finishing and playing it off with a lie before leaving quickly.

Of course it wasn't always bad, he had some good times. From soft and slow to lust-fueled romping in the back of someone's car.

But he decided that the way Saihara was holding him, caressing him while gently fingering him open, drinking in his every reaction with bright eyes and occasionally complimenting him ...

A third finger joined inside and Saihara pushed them hard into his sweet spot. It made Ouma cry out in ecstasy and Saihara pushed his palm against Ouma's mouth with a growl.

"Shh," he ordered so, so softly. Ouma tried his best to obey with Saihara's hand pressing his lips shut but it could only do so much with the way he felt his orgasm approaching quickly. Saihara's fingers were deliciously long and really good and Ouma all but melted against his partner, clinging onto him for dear life.

"Mmmh! MMHN!"

"You should listen to me, Ouma-kun ..." Those amazing fingers stopped moving after one more thrust, burying themselves as deep as possible and sensually rubbing circles into his prostate and it was so so so so good-

"... or maybe you want to be found out."

He would never admit the pathetic cry that left his throat at Saihara's words. It was almost like Saihara tried to degrade him but his words were laced with honey and admiration, with complete and utter compliance and no indication of wanting to stop himself.
Ouma felt wanted.

Hot tears were gathering in the corners of his eyes and suddenly, the delicious friction was gone, as well as the pressure on his mouth, and Saihara laid down wrapping his arms around Ouma's waist and pulling him against his chest. Soft lips kissed his tears away, soft hands caressing his shaking body.
Ouma's tight grip on Saihara's shoulders was equally shaky but what Saihara failed to realize was how his reaction was not from feeling pain.

"Shumai," Ouma moaned weakly, fresh tears spilling over his cheeks that Saihara immediately took care of. He hummed in acknowledgement and Ouma swallowed down another moan. He was way too sensitive, way too close, and the light gentle caress on his back and Saihara's hard cock right in front of him was making him delirious.
Ouma tilted his hips and pressed their erections together which earned him another lewd sound and goddamnit if that hadn't almost been enough for Ouma to come right then and there.

"S-Shumai, fuck, Saihara-chan haah, Saihara-chan, please-"

And Saihara couldn't have possible hidden his moan if he wanted to. To Ouma's absolute delight, Saihara's hands moved lower and cupped his ass, grabbing and spreading his cheeks and Ouma quickly bit Saihara's collarbone to muffle his noises. He pressed their chests together, grinding against Saihara's hips and back against his hands and fuck he wanted to come so so badly-

"You're at your limit, right?" Saihara asked in a light, teasing voice as he trailed a slick index finger around his hole.

"Shumai," Ouma moaned again in a broken voice, wet cheeks making his eyelashes stick to his skin. "I need you, I need you so much. Touch me, fuck me, do anything y-you want, but fucking get on with- hAAH!"

How could he have possibly held back any longer?

Saihara's fingers were back inside Ouma in a split second, freshly lubed from the bottle that had been hidden between the sheets. Saihara assumed that Iruma had forgotten that it had been there when she threw the bundle of fabric on the couch, effectively burying and hiding it from sight.
If they hadn't messed up the blankets so much, he would've never known.

But luck was on his side tonight.
Ouma was tight and heavenly around his fingers, his voice breathy and pleased and horny and Saihara felt a dopey smile on his lips knowing that he was the reason for it.

Well, being an avid watcher of Ouma's streams, Saihara had learnt a thing or two about the camboy's weakpoints. About the way he positioned himself and his toys, the way his voice reacted when he moved certain ways.

Oh, how addicted Saihara had become.
It took him a while to realize, but by now the detective was sure about the extent of his infatuation with the Leader. And it only took him, what, a few months? That was quicker than he was comfortable with, but at the same time ... those thoughts were pretty much dulled down to a silent muffle in the back of his head when he saw Kokichi's naked body. His head was out of shot as always, spread legs quivering and shining with the body oil he had applied for tonight.

His skin looked delicious like that. Saihara wanted to taste it.

Ouma extended one of his bent legs and moved it in a big circle in the air, using the rotation of his body to turn onto his stomach. Saihara moaned when he moved his hips back to kneel and present his ass to the camera.

you're alluring, he had written in his chat a few minutes ago. Now that Ouma was like this, spread and teasing his audience, taking his time caressing his shiny skin, he read it.

"Aww, thank you, baby. Keep the compliments rolling!" He chuckled sensually. And Saihara obeyed.

This night, he texted many things, admiring the Leader's moans, his body, his shaky voice when he approached his orgasm and became more desperate to let go.
And the Leader responded occasionally to his texts, reading them in his head and sighing and whimpering his approval.

After his stream, Saihara had researched on the topic of praise kinks.

"I love seeing you let go. You look so good when I'm inside you", he whispered into Ouma's pink ear and felt him busy his lips against the base of his neck as he groaned heavily. It hit him then that Ouma really liked it.
Compliments, attention, care ... love.

Maybe the Leader just wanted to be adored and loved despite his bratty exterior.

He could indulge him on that.

Saihara held him a little closer.
He lowered his head and pressed soft, loving kisses along Ouma's cheek and jaw, delighted in Ouma's soft gasp. The camboy tilted his head to offer him all the space he wanted - but Saihara was perfectly fine with keeping to his soft pecks, soft kitten licks against angry red, marked skin.
Ouma shook in his arms, still trying his hardest to muffle his moans, though he barely had any influence on this anymore. Saihara's fingers were curling and thrusting and kept giving him more and more and more-

Until the suffocating wave of arousal crashed over his body. Ouma absentmindedly bit down and Saihara jolted, but the detective was more interested in seeing Ouma's eyes clenched shut and the way his body arched and chest heaved, the way his dick leaked copious amounts of precum and the way that his fingers, that were still gently thrusting inside Ouma, were squeezed so tightly as though Ouma didn't want him to pull out.

But Saihara wasn't planning to end it so soon, anyways.

Ouma's cute, only slightly muffled moans were losing their urgency as he slowly came down from his orgasm. Saihara swallowed.
He smiled and pressed a few more languid kisses over Ouma's blissed-out face. Ouma wordlessly nuzzled under his chin and Saihara felt on top of the world.

They shared a few moments of silence for Ouma to catch his breath. All the while, Saihara drew random shapes on Ouma's hips, his arm still securely around the smaller man.

And his fingers still inside him.

When Ouma almost shyly kissed his neck, Saihara decided to slowly move them again.

"Hn ... Saihara-chan," Ouma mumbled.

"Is one more time okay, Ouma-kun?" He whispered back tenderly. "I ... want to make you feel good."

Ouma chuckled lightly. "I already feel really good."

"Then you'll feel even better. If you want me to do more, that is," Saihara replied easily.

"I already told you ..." His heart warmed almost painfully when Ouma snuggled against him. "Saihara-chan can do anything he wants to me. Anything."

Saihara licked his lips. That did sound appealing ... dominating Ouma ... making him beg for his touch ... making him drool on his cock ...

"Yess, give me more," Ouma panted, throwing his head back and Saihara's fingers itched to comply but ... this scene had so much potential.
Chat seemed to agree with Saihara. And for once it really was them in power, not the Leader.

He had already learned that Iruma was a genious, be it from Akamatsu or Iruma herself, even Ouma admitted her smarts basically ever since getting to know them. And they were right, she had a truly unique brain that allowed her to build incredible gadgets. If she wanted to.
And apparently, she really wanted to program an add-on, where Leader's chat could operate the vibrator that he was currently bouncing on. They could vote in real time, the majority won and the sex toy sped up its own thrusting, slowed it down, or they could increase or decrease the intensity of its vibrations.

Despite Ouma's frustration, chat didn't want him to cum yet. They watched him slowly crumble and stutter, his erection looking almost painfully hard when he finally started begging.

This night, Saihara learned that Ouma's begging was a very big turn on for him.

They were kissing again, gently, but they could feel their arousal quickly building back up.

Saihara thought how he never wanted to separate from him.

Eventually, Ouma smiled against his lips. He trailed one hand teasingly lower and lower ...
Saihara moaned heavily as Ouma took him in his hand. "Shh," he whispered after pulling back with that damn smile that Saihara loved seeing on him.
"Are you willing to wake up the whole neighbourhood, Saihara-chan?"

"Not particularly," he replied with one of his own soft smiles.
He really loved Ouma's eyes. They sparkled when he was genuinely happy. He adored that sparkle. Whenever Ouma looked at him like that, all he wanted to do was desperately showing him how much he liked him.
Cupping his cheek, Saihara leaned in to kiss him.

Maybe he was able to convey his feelings in a way he wouldn't have dared to dream of before.

Ouma immediately reciprocated enthusiastically. He hummed into their kiss and Saihara melted.
Gentle thrusts became quicker again, deeper again, until Ouma's voice took on that lustful edge that Saihara craved to hear more often. He had been getting compliments for his fingers before and was fairly confident that he could satisfy Ouma with them.

As many times as he wanted.

"Shumai," Ouma sighed against his lips. Saihara loved the seductive look in his eyes.
"I want to taste you, my beloved. Can I ... ?"

"Yes," he replied immediately, making Ouma grin. "But only if I can repay that favour."

"Ah, using my words against m-me?" He teased, letting out a little moan as Saihara's fingers brushed against his prostate. Saihara followed Ouma's tongue trailing over his bottom lip. "Clever boy."

"AH~ oh fuck, this is just like getting sucked off," Leader gasped and arched his back with another deep moan.

Saihara loved how he sounded.

Tonight's stream was all about onaholes. Someone had sent Leader a few of those along with a generous donation and a letter pleading for one of his streams to include them.
And because Ouma was a fucking sweetheart to his subscribers (when he wanted to be), he decided to make a whole stream out of it.

Leader thrusted his hips in obvious excitement. It did things to Saihara seeing him like this.
"Mnn, are you imagining this to be your mouth, anon? Ahhh~ or maybe your hole? Would you want that? Would you want me to fuck you instead?"

... what a smug expression he wore so confidently.

"Come here, Ouma-kun." Saihara moved a little more to the center of the couch, laying on his back. Then, he patted on his chest. "Y-You can sit on my face while you do that if you want."

"There's the little embarrassed Shumai that I love so much," Ouma jested. He miraculously didn't seem to notice how flushed Saihara's cheeks were becoming. He leaned down to kiss Saihara one last time.

"Alright ... I'll engage my little pervert, if he asks so nicely."

The next thing he knew was being face to face with Ouma's nicely stretched ass.
Ouma wasted no more time taking him in his mouth and moaning around Saihara's cock. The vibrations made him almost frantic and grip Ouma's hips in response, nearly losing his damn mind at how vigorous Ouma's mouth was. Saihara thanked the heavens that Ouma had this much experience because the way his throat stretched around his dick was better than anything he had previously received.
This was his first deep-throating and Saihara fought his growing urge to buck his hips and cum down Ouma's throat the second he started.

"Fuck, Ouma-kun," he groaned. It earned him another teasing moan around his length and Saihara snapped.
He quickly buried his face into Ouma's crotch, hands pulling his ass towards him and tongue-ing at his neglected erection. Ouma gave him a breathy sigh, insistently pushing back against him.

Saihara guessed he had been teased and on edge enough by this point - but so had Saihara.

He pressed another suckling kiss along his length before diving right in.
Anything Ouma wanted, he would give it to him and more.

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"Are you sure the couch is fine ... ?"

Ouma rolled his eyes. "I've told you already, your cum didn't stain anything. Besides, you should've felt that I've swallowed it, right?"

"Uh-" Saihara quickly looked away, his gaze flicking between the soapy bubbles around them, the bare tiles of the wall and the very amused camboy. "I-I ... yeah. Okay."

Ouma giggled. After teasing Saihara so much, he decided to have mercy and wrapped his arms around the other's neck. Their faces were close again. It made Saihara lock eyes with Ouma, a cute blush decorating his cheeks. A very pleasant reaction, he thought.
"And I felt it too," Ouma whispered against his lips, eyelids dropping before losing himself in a kiss. Thankfully, all tension left Saihara's body and he melted against him, his arms circling Ouma's waist and pulling him in. They separated after a few languid kisses. Ouma smiled tiredly, contented. "How did I taste?"

"Ouma-kun," Saihara scolded and watched in thinly concealed horror how the other's grin widened deviously. "Stop."

"Whaat? I wanna know!"

"I think you just want to embarrass me."

"No way," he pouted. "What if I told you first, would you do it, too?"

Saihara suddenly looked a few years older. It took everything in Ouma's power to not let his mask slip and laugh at his expanse.
"If I tell you, will you drop it?"

"Mhm, sure. C'mon, c'mon."

"Fine," Saihara sighed. With a face devoid of emotion, he then continued, "I guess I can compare it to a rotten pear."

Ouma stared. Saihara stared back.

And then, Saihara started grinning. "Gotcha."

"Oh my god, you're so funny! Is what I would say, but I totally knew that, nice try, Saihara-chan."

He hadn't known. He hadn't known and almost had a heart attack. Leave it to Saihara to catch him off guard.

Saihara, the asshole, had the audacity to chuckle. He gently slid a lock of deep purple hair behind Ouma's ear. "Sorry," he said softly. Ouma hated that he sounded so genuine while still laughing at him with those warm amber eyes. He hated that he fell for it and he hated still being left insecure.
Ouma considered and paused for a second. The way his thoughts were not slowing down made him anxious. He took a conscious breath and decided to be a little vulnerable.

"So ... was it ... bad?" He asked calmly. Saihara looked a little surprised but that look soon vanished, replaced by sincerity.

"Not at all. It's hard to say, I'm sorry that I can't describe it more but ... I like your taste," he confessed. "There's nothing I can compare it to, it's ... you. It ... tasted like you. And I like you."

"Oh."

By now, it was Ouma's turn to avoid eye contact. He could tell when someone was lying, be it through words or actions. He had a decent grasp on a person's character after talking to them and could make accurate guesses about their intentions and next steps when facing a problem.
But Saihara didn't lie. He was genuinely opening up about his feelings, and Ouma was no expert in dealing with things like this himself. Oftentimes DICE had asked him for advice and he had always suggested solid ideas for helping them solve their troubles. But that was DICE. Now that he was being affected himself, Ouma was shocked to realize no plans or ideas came up in his head on the spot. He felt strangely alone with this, uncomfortable, even though he was very comfortable around Saihara.

He sighed and leaned against the other man. Putting his head on Saihara's shoulder, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the bath's warmth and Saihara's smooth skin.
"You really like me, don't you? Like. So much that it's a deal kind of thing."

"Well ... yeah. We went on a date, remember?"

"A date hardly counts for anything."

Saihara raised a brow. He gently stroked Ouma's back as he went slack in his arms. "For me it does."

"Mhh. Guess if it's Saihara-chan, of course it does."

He snorted at that. "It almost sounds like you're praising me."

"Mm, does it? Well." Ouma shrugged sluggishly. "It kinda is worth the praise. Feels like not a lot of people are like that."

"Huh. I don't know about that." All the while, Saihara's fingers danced over his skin in delicate patterns. It made him even sleepier. "So ... you don't have to say anything. A-anything back, I mean," Saihara mumbled, quietly playing with Ouma's hair. "I ... it seemed like a good time to say it. I do like you."

"Saihara-chan," Ouma whined softly. "You're sappy."

"Yeah."

"And you don't have to repeat yourself, my hearing's great."

"Only if you want it to be."

"My hearing is amazing, thank you very much. You're a bully."

"Yeah."

Ouma felt soft lips pecking the crown of his head.

"And I like you."

After their activities, they had taken a shower in Miu's bathroom.
Ouma had ushered Saihara to go ahead and clean himself while he stripped the sheets. When the old ones had been taken care of and a fresh set was adorning the cushions, Ouma entered the shower and watched pleasantly surprised as the other had started drawing a bath.
"I'm sure she doesn't mind. At this point, we might as well," Saihara had explained half-heartedly. Ouma agreed with him, Iruma was probably the last person who would forbid them to use the tub together. Knowing her, she might as well get all hot and bothered after hearing about it. He rolled his eyes affectionately. Iruma was weird in this regard but caring with a good heart and a bright head on her shoulders. There was a reason he liked her so much.

And now that Saihara finished drying his hair and the tub was back to being squeaky clean, they returned to the living room exhausted and tired out. Saihara lifted the sheets for them to crawl under and they didn't waste any more time awake. Their sleepwear stayed discarded on the floor and they snuggled together in underwear. They would be able to explain that in the morning, probably, as long as Iruma and Akamatsu hadn't heard them ...

Well. Maybe hearing wouldn't be the only incriminating thing.

"Hooly shit. I can't believe you fucked in my living room."

"Miu, " Akamatsu warned but shot a look in Saihara's direction that told him how disappointed she was. Saihara assumed that she wanted him to get along with her girlfriend and could only guess she'd react negatively in the morning, which was a fair assumption. It was a little funny but still very embarrassing for him. They had found them almost naked with intertwined limbs on a different set of sheets than the night before, it was bound to make them question the whole scenario playing out in front of them.
Ouma had acted unbothered, telling them how Iruma knew how much of a clingy sleeper he was and that this was nothing new. However, his friend still teased about the laundry. Again, fair, a little funny, but Saihara wanted to crawl under a rock.

Iruma started laughing. "It's fine, it's fine, just didn't take your shy ass bestie to have the balls for it."

Yeah, a rock sounded nice.

Ouma blew her a raspberry. "Told ya that we didn't do anything. It was hot as hell last night because someone here is a walking icicle and has to keep her house extra toasty."

Iruma huffed indignantly. "And you couldn't have just turned the heater off? How's that my fault, huh?"

"Last time I did that, you scolded me." Ouma started pouting. "I'm not gonna sit through your boring little speech again, that was torture for real."

"Oh yeah," Iruma hummed, "I did do that. Yeah, you know what? Never touch that shit again. I'm not trusting you with it. Congrats on the lay though."

"Can we drop this please."

"Shuichi, I can't believe you but as long as Miu says it's okay ... fine." Akamatsu sighed. "Anyone hungry?"

"Starving! Feels like I had a big workout last night," Ouma cheered and jumped up to make his way to the kitchen, completely unbothered being in only his shirt and boxers.

"He's ... joking," Saihara tried lamely. It didn't feel like he accomplished anything judging by how Iruma started laughing until she choked on her spit.

A rather uneventful breakfast later, Saihara and Akamatsu were packing their bags.
As fun as their little get together had been, it was getting late and Saihara still had reports to finish. Apparently, Miu was equally busy today and ushered them out, not before giving her girlfriend one last kiss and loving look in her eyes. They made a cute couple, he had to admit.

When a smaller hand gently took his own, he turned to Ouma with a smile.

"Already leaving me after one night?" Ouma teased lightheartedly and prided himself seeing Saihara's blush.

"You don't know when to stop, do you?"

"Nah," Ouma agreed easily, glancing at their friends who seemed lost in their own world. Iruma's arms were wrapped around Akamatsu's waist, their faces buried in the each other's shoulder. "I think we're fine. Just don't scream in horror and they won't notice."

"No promises," Saihara mumbled back, eliciting a tiny snort. He gently lifted Ouma's chin and pressed a silent, soft kiss against his lips. He tasted faintly of peaches. It must have been the lipbalm he'd seen him use earlier.

Ouma sighed quietly. "Hey, Saihara-chan. I'll be busy for a while but ... if you wanna meet sometime again, how about next friday?"

In all honesty, it didn't quite matter when they could meet up again. Saihara would take anything Ouma wanted to give him. He couldn't imagine being disappointed or unsatisfied as long as Ouma actively wanted to spend time together.
In his head, the voices or self-doubt were still clear, his insecurities and the anxiety of Ouma not knowing he knew about his cam-ing weren't simply blown away by one night of passion. But he wasn't willing on giving into those negative thoughts. Now that he was friends with Ouma - maybe something inbetween friends and lovers even - he wasn't going to back down. He wasn't going to talk himself down and hide himself in his room because of his stupid insecurity.

So Saihara made up his mind, gently squeezed the hand of the most attractive man he'd ever seen and nodded. "Yeah, let's do that. Wanna come meet my cat?"

"Holy shit, yes. Like, I've been waiting for you to ask this for ages. Let me meet the boy. What treats does he like?"

Man, Ouma's sparkling eyes were Saihara's new favourite sight to see. They were so pretty, mesmerizing, infecting him with joy. Ouma was like the sun when he was happy and it warmed him from the inside. And he did it so effortlessly that Saihara was swept off his feet in a heartbeat.

"I can feed him, right? Then he'll like me for sure."

"You can give him all the treats he wants, if he takes them from you," Saihara agreed. He affectionately ruffled Ouma's silky purple hair. "He likes chicken. But you might have even more luck with cabbage."

"Huh? Really?"

"Yeah, somehow he really likes it. It's more the smell, he doesn't really eat it," he explained while Ouma leaned his head against Saihara's chest.
They were waiting for Iruma to finish saying goodbye and she clearly dragged it out. Not like Saihara would complain. Instead he played his Ouma's hair and enjoyed him being close. He'd definitely miss him until next week and decided to voice his thoughts.

"You'll be fine," Ouma said, pushing himself off with a smile. "Just text me whenever, I'll make sure you won't be lonely. But my rates have gone up lately, how much money is on your bank account?"

"Not enough to treat you as much as I want."

"Boo." Ouma blew him a raspberry. "Guess you gotta compensate me in some other way. Handle your debt like an adult, okay?"

Saihara smiled at him one last time before Akamatsu joined his side to leave.

"Okay, can do. I'll think of something."

"It's a date!"