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Yuji was having a particularly boring day.
The manga he was invested in was currently on a break and he couldn't bring himself to get into another one. He's played every single one of the games that had recently come out, and even the ones he used to like, and nothing really interested him. He's scrolled through just about every social media app he had to see if he had any missed messages or something interesting. Nothing.
He sighed and laid on his bed. The sun was shining brightly and birds were chirping, but he couldn't be bothered to go outside. It wasn't that he didn't want to, there just wasn't anything interesting going on. Yuji had already made sure that his friends were busy, so he didn't have anyone to go to either.
He was laying there, thinking about all the things he could be doing, but wasn't, when a lightbulb went off in his head.
Maybe Fushiguro was free!
He grabbed his phone and opened the messages.
'fushiguroooo im bored :('
The reply was almost instantaneous.
'Do I look like I care?'
Yuji pouted. He knew Fushiguro wouldn't be up for it, but at least it was worth a try.
'can u help me find smth to do then?'
'Why don't you try being responsible for once and find something yourself? I'm busy.'
Yuji frowned.
'with what???'
'It's not your concern. Find something to do by yourself.'
And with that, Fushiguro left him on read. Yuji let out a loud sigh and tossed his phone on his bed. He was now bored and lonely, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. He thought of calling Nobara, but he knew she'd be in a mood and that's not what he needed right now. He'd much rather have fun than be yelled at.
Yuji turned his attention to the TV that was on a stand next to his bed. He had turned it on, but hadn't really paid attention to the program. His mind had been on other things, but now it was blank and the tv was a good way to keep his brain distracted.
After about an hour, he had gone through a few programs, some being more interesting than others. There was a point where he started a soap opera, but that got boring pretty quickly. He wasn't a fan of drama, and the acting was a bit over the top for his liking.
His thoughts had started to wander, and his brain started to form ideas. He thought back to Fushiguro's response earlier and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to annoy the boy. Fushiguro always got upset when Yuji annoyed him and it was fun seeing his reaction. He could picture the small frown and the annoyed glint in his eyes, and it brought a smile to his face.
After a few minutes, he picked up his phone and sent Fushiguro a message.
'fushiguro~'
There was no immediate response and that didn't bother him. He had a feeling Fushiguro would ignore him, but he didn't mind. He sent another message, just to make sure that Fushiguro didn't leave him on read.
'fuuuushiguroooo'
This time, the response was a little faster.
'What?'
Yuji's smile grew wider. He knew the response was a little harsher, and a lot less polite, but he didn't care. He was going to annoy Fushiguro, whether the boy liked it or not.
'can i come over??'
'No.'
'plssss'
'No.'
'ill be quiet i promise'
'I doubt that.'
'just for an hour??'
There was a long pause and Yuji assumed that Fushiguro had stopped replying, so he was surprised when his phone lit up with another message.
'Fine. An hour. Then I want you to leave.'
Yuji pumped his fist in the air. Now he could bug Fushiguro for a bit and maybe, if he was lucky, he could convince him to go somewhere with him.
He quickly put on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before rushing out the door.
Fushiguro's dorm was right next to his and it only took a few seconds to get there. Yuji knocked on the door a few times before it was pulled open by a scowling Fushiguro.
"I knew I'd regret this," Fushiguro said as he looked at Yuji.
"You'll have fun!" Yuji said cheerfully.
"Doubtful," Fushiguro muttered as he walked away, leaving the door open for Yuji.
Yuji entered the dorm and closed the door behind him. Fushiguro's room was exactly the same as his, and had a similar layout. The only difference was that Fushiguro had barely anything decorating the walls and shelves.
"So what are we doing?" Yuji asked as he flopped down on Fushiguro's bed.
"You're going to be quiet," Fushiguro said while opening his laptop. "I need to finish this project."
"That's no fun," Yuji whined. "Can't you take a break?"
"No."
"Pleeease?"
"Yuji, I swear to god, if you don't stop whining I'm going to gag you," Fushiguro threatened.
Yuji's cheeks heated up a bit, but he didn't respond. He wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of being gagged, but he had a feeling that wasn't what Fushiguro meant.
Yuji rolled onto his stomach and watched as Fushiguro opened a word document.
"What's your project on?"
"None of your business," Fushiguro said, keeping his focus on his screen.
Yuji frowned and pouted. Fushiguro was no fun today, and he wasn't sure if it was because he was stressed from his work or if he was genuinely mad at Yuji. He decided not to think about it and instead focused on the fact that he was spending time with Fushiguro, even if the boy was a bit moody.
After a few minutes of silence, Yuji noticed the frown on Fushiguro's lips. It was slightly different from his usual frown and Yuji thought it was cute.
"Is your project difficult?" he asked.
"Not really," Fushiguro replied, keeping his gaze on the screen.
"What is it about?"
"I already told you, it's none of your business."
"Why are you being so mean?" Yuji asked.
"Because I don't want to deal with your questions right now," Fushiguro snapped.
Yuji pouted again. Fushiguro really was grumpy today. He was tempted to keep bugging the boy, but he didn't want him to actually gag him. It didn't sound too bad, but he had a feeling that his friend didn't mean it in a sexual way.
"If you don't have anything better to do, then leave," Fushiguro said after a while.
"But you said I could stay here for an hour," Yuji said, rolling onto his back and looking at Fushiguro.
"The hour is up."
"It's been ten minutes!"
"It feels longer."
"Come on, Fushiguro," Yuji whined, reaching for his hand. "Let's do something fun."
"If you can't be quiet, I'll find a way to make you," Fushiguro growled.
"How?"
Fushiguro glared at him and Yuji couldn't help but shiver a little. His friend was pretty scary sometimes, but he wasn't afraid of him. It was more of an exciting fear.
"Do you really want to find out?" Fushiguro asked, raising an eyebrow.
Yuji paused. He was curious as to what Fushiguro would do if he pushed him far enough. He was also a bit worried about what the consequences might be. He didn't want to admit it, but the threat made him feel a little hot.
"Maybe," he said after a few seconds.
Fushiguro's gaze bore into him and Yuji's stomach flipped a bit.
"What?" Fushiguro asked.
Shit.
Did he say that out loud?
Yuji felt his cheeks heating up and his stomach twisted a bit. This wasn't what he expected when he came over to annoy Fushiguro. He definitely didn't think he'd end up being flustered. The last thing he needed was Fushiguro catching on to the fact that he was a little turned on by his threats.
"Nothing," he said quickly.
Fushiguro's expression didn't change and he didn't move. He simply stared at Yuji, who was getting more and more flustered.
"Stop being a brat," Fushiguro said, his gaze hard.
Yuji bit his lip.
He really didn't know how to respond.
Fushiguro stared at him, waiting for a response, and Yuji found it hard to breathe. The intensity of his gaze was overwhelming and Yuji's mind was clouded with thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having.
"I can't believe I have to spell it out for you," Fushiguro said with a sigh.
Yuji's heart raced and his stomach flipped again. He really wanted to know what Fushiguro was going to say, but at the same time, he didn't. It was scary and exciting and confusing and Yuji didn't know how to handle any of it.
"Spell what out?" he asked, his voice coming out a little higher than normal.
Fushiguro shook his head and rolled his eyes.
"You're being a brat and it's annoying. If you don't stop, I'll make you regret it."
Fuck. Why was it that anything that came out of Fushiguro's mouth sounded sexual? It wasn't fair. Yuji knew he was imagining it, but he couldn't help but wonder if his friend was thinking the same thing.
"What will you do?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Fushiguro raised an eyebrow and Yuji had to look away. He knew he shouldn't have said that. He was asking for trouble and he knew it. But he couldn't help it. He was too curious. And he was also a bit aroused.
"Are you serious?" Fushiguro asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"Um...yes?" Yuji replied, his voice cracking.
Fushiguro smirked. It was the first time Yuji had seen him smirk, and he had to admit, it was hot.
"Fine. If you really want to know, I'll show you."
Fushiguro reached down and grabbed Yuji's arm, pulling him up from the bed.
Yuji's heart was pounding in his chest and his mouth was dry. He was a bit scared and a bit excited. He wasn't sure what Fushiguro was planning to do, but he knew that whatever it was, it was going to be good.
"Turn around," Fushiguro said, pushing Yuji toward the wall.
Yuji obeyed and turned around. He was facing the wall now and he felt a bit nervous. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but he knew it was going to be interesting.
"Keep your hands above your head," Fushiguro commanded.
Yuji's hands went to his sides and he felt the other boy press his body against him, pinning him against the wall.
Okay. This was definitely sexual. There was no way it wasn't.
"Fushiguro..." Yuji trailed off, not sure what else to say.
"You have one last chance to shut the fuck up and leave," Fushiguro growled, his breath hot against Yuji's neck. "If you stay, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you. Got it?"
Yuji swallowed hard. He knew he should leave, but he didn't want to.
"Got it," he said, his voice shaky.
"So, are you leaving?"
"No," Yuji said, surprising himself.
"Good."
Fushiguro used his knee to spread Yuji's legs apart. Yuji felt a flush creeping up his neck. He wasn't expecting this at all. His body was already reacting to the situation and he knew Fushiguro could tell.
"Do you have any idea how fucking annoying you are?" Fushiguro asked, his hand sliding down Yuji's side and gripping his hip.
"Yeah," Yuji breathed, trying to keep his breathing steady.
"You're always interrupting me. You never listen to me. And you're always whining about something. It's fucking irritating."
"I'm sorry," Yuji said.
Fushiguro clicked his tongue and slid his hand around to cup Yuji's crotch.
"You're not sorry."
Yuji's breath hitched. He wasn't sorry. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.
"No, I'm not," he said, his voice a little more confident.
"Good."
Fushiguro unbuttoned and unzipped Yuji's pants, letting them fall to the ground. He palmed the bulge in Yuji's underwear and Yuji had to bite back a moan.
"Fuck," he whispered.
"I told you, I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want to you," Fushiguro said.
Yuji was glad that his friend couldn't see his face. He was certain that he was bright red. He couldn't believe this was happening. He never thought that Fushiguro would be interested in him, or that he would be interested in Fushiguro.
"Are you going to be good?" Fushiguro asked, pressing a kiss to the side of Yuji's neck.
"Yes," Yuji said, his voice trembling a bit.
"Good boy."
Fuck.
That was hot.
Yuji's cock twitched in his underwear and Fushiguro chuckled.
"You like being called a good boy?" he asked, squeezing Yuji's dick.
"Yeah," Yuji replied, his breath hitching.
"Hmm.. I wonder what else you like," Fushiguro said, nipping at Yuji's neck.
Yuji groaned. He was getting more and more turned on by the minute. He had never experienced anything like this before.
"Turn around," Fushiguro said.
Yuji turned around and Fushiguro immediately claimed his lips. Yuji moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Fushiguro's neck.
Fushiguro groaned, grabbing Yuji's wrists and pinning them against the wall.
"I told you to keep your hands above your head," he said, his voice low.
Yuji shivered.
"Sorry," he said, his cheeks reddening.
"Mmm.." Fushiguro said, pressing his lips to Yuji's again.
The kiss was rough and passionate and Yuji found himself losing control. He couldn't think straight. All he could do was moan into Fushiguro's mouth as his friend kissed him senseless.
"Fuck," he gasped when they finally pulled apart.
Fushiguro smirked, running his thumb over Yuji's lower lip.
"I'm thinking of all the ways I could shut you up," he said. "How many ways can you think of, Yuji?"
Yuji swallowed hard.
"I can think of a few," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fushiguro chuckled.
"It just happens to be that I'm thinking of the same ones."
Yuji felt his cock twitch.
"I wonder if I force my cock down your throat, would that keep you quiet?" Fushiguro asked.
"Probably," Yuji replied, his voice shaky.
Fushiguro laughed.
"That's what I thought," he said.
Yuji's mouth watered. He couldn't believe this was happening. But it was. And he was enjoying every second of it.
"Kneel," Fushiguro ordered.
Yuji did as he was told, and Fushiguro took a moment to admire him.
"So fucking obedient," he said. "Who would have thought, after all your bratty behavior."
Yuji flushed. He wasn't usually like this, but something about Fushiguro brought out the submissive side of him.
"Look at me," Fushiguro said.
Yuji looked up, locking eyes with the other boy. Fushiguro smirked and grabbed his hair, tugging at it a little.
"You look so pretty like this," he said, his voice low and husky. "On your knees. Looking up at me. Ready and willing to do anything I say."
Yuji's cock twitched.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fushiguro unzipped his pants and freed his cock, stroking it a few times.
"Open," he commanded.
Yuji opened his mouth and suddenly, Fushiguro's cock was being shoved down his throat. The feeling of it was overwhelming and he nearly choked. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes and the drool pooling at the corners of his mouth.
"Holy fucking shit," Fushiguro cursed, holding onto Yuji's hair. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Yuji's heart skipped a beat. Hearing Fushiguro talk like that was such a turn-on. He wanted to make him feel good. He wanted to please him.
Fushiguro thrusted into his mouth and Yuji gagged a little.
"God damn, you look so fucking pretty choking on my cock," he said, his voice thick with arousal.
Yuji felt a rush of pride wash over him. He was doing a good job.
"I wonder if you can take all of it," Fushiguro mused, slowly pushing his cock down Yuji's throat.
Yuji's eyes widened and he tried his best not to gag. He was starting to get lightheaded, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to show Fushiguro that he could take it.
"Holy shit," Fushiguro moaned as Yuji relaxed his throat. "You're so fucking good at this."
Yuji hummed, causing Fushiguro's grip on his hair to tighten. The pain was delicious and Yuji felt himself getting more and more turned on.
Fushiguro seemed to be enjoying himself too. He was thrusting into Yuji's mouth, groaning and panting. His cheeks were flushed and his hair was messy. It was the most beautiful sight Yuji had ever seen.
"I'm so close," Fushiguro grunted, his pace increasing. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. Will you swallow it all for me?"
Yuji moaned around his cock, nodding eagerly.
"Such a good boy," Fushiguro groaned, thrusting a few more times before releasing deep in Yuji's throat.
Yuji swallowed every last drop, his eyes watering and his throat burning. It was worth it though, seeing Fushiguro come apart like that. He coughed a little as Fushiguro pulled out of his mouth, his eyes wide and his lips swollen.
"Damn," Fushiguro muttered. "You're really fucking good at that."
Yuji blushed, looking up at the other boy through his lashes.
"Thank you," he said, his voice raspy from having a cock down his throat.
"Fuck," Fushiguro sighed, tucking himself back into his pants. "That was...fuck."
Yuji felt a wave of satisfaction wash over him. He did that. He made Fushiguro feel that way.
"You look so fucking cute with that fucked out expression on your face," Fushiguro said.
Yuji's blush deepened.
"Come here," Fushiguro said, pulling him up from the floor.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Yuji's lips, tasting himself on the other boy's tongue.
"Fuck," he cursed again.
Yuji was still painfully hard. His cock was aching, and he was desperate for release.
"Let's see what we can do about that," Fushiguro said, smirking and gesturing to the bulge in Yuji's underwear.
"Please," Yuji breathed, his cheeks flushing.
Fushiguro chuckled and wrapped his hand around Yuji's cock, stroking it slowly.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, teasing the other boy.
"Yes," Yuji moaned. "Please, don't tease me."
"Oh? But you were such a brat earlier," Fushiguro said. "Why shouldn't I tease you?"
Yuji groaned, bucking his hips into Fushiguro's touch.
"Please, I'm sorry. I won't do it again," he pleaded.
"Oh yeah?" Fushiguro said, quickening his pace. "You're going to be good for me from now on, huh?"
"Yes," Yuji said, his voice desperate.
"Hmm... I don't believe you, but I guess I can be nice."
With that, he dipped his head down and licked a stripe up Yuji's cock.
"Fuck!" Yuji cried out, his knees buckling.
"So sensitive," Fushiguro teased.
Yuji didn't have a chance to respond. Fushiguro wrapped his lips around his cock, taking him deep into his throat.
"Holy fuck," Yuji gasped, his hands tangling in the other boy's hair.
Fushiguro hummed around him and Yuji knew he wasn't going to last long. He was already so close.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned.
Fushiguro continued to suck him off, his tongue swirling around the tip of Yuji's cock.
"Shit, shit, shit," Yuji cursed as he came, shooting his load down Fushiguro's throat.
Fushiguro swallowed everything, looking up at the other boy and smirking.
"Damn, I barely even touched you," he teased.
Yuji's cheeks flushed and he looked away, embarrassed.
"Shut up," he muttered.
Fushiguro got to his feet, grabbing Yuji's chin and tilting his head up.
"Don't be embarrassed," he said, pressing a kiss to Yuji's lips. "It's hot."
Yuji blushed harder, his cheeks burning.
"So, was that what you were expecting?" Fushiguro asked, an amused expression on his face.
"Um, no," Yuji replied, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. "Not at all."
"Good," Fushiguro said, smiling. "I'm glad I surprised you."
Yuji returned his smile, feeling butterflies in his stomach.
"Yeah, me too."
And then, because Yuji was still feeling brave, he asked, "So, does this mean I can stay over now?"
Fushiguro's eyes narrowed and he raised an eyebrow.
"I have a feeling you'd be insufferable, just so I could do that again."
Yuji smirked, his heart racing.
"Is that a yes?"
Fushiguro sighed, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I guess so."
"Awesome," Yuji grinned, his cheeks flushed.
"Don't push your luck," Fushiguro warned. "Next time, I'm gonna fuck you properly."
Yuji's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened.
"Really?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fushiguro chuckled, brushing Yuji's hair out of his face.
"Really," he confirmed. "Now, go get dressed and stop distracting me. I have work to do."
Yuji grinned and did as he was told, pulling his clothes back on and sitting down on Fushiguro's bed.
He decided that he would definitely have to annoy his friend more often.