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For the entire last week of the semester the snow had accumulated like crazy outside. Scara wasn’t at all used to the bitterly cold winter, since this was his first year in the city after moving to attend university. For today though, he only needed to go outside to meet with his project partner at his dorm. This was his final project of the semester, and after submitting his work he would be able to relax the entire Christmas break. Thank god it was almost over–his first ever semester of university had taken more of a toll on his health than he realized. It was probably from the stress that he had gotten sick on numerous occasions just in four months alone. Today was no exception, as he felt his nose running and throat growing hoarse. Damn the project stress… just finish it today and it’s done….
Scara would never, ever admit it, but he found himself lonely. It wasn’t like he ever had many friends per se, but he had assumed he’d at least be social to more acquaintances in university. It was precisely the opposite. The only people he had been in contact with as of late were his roommate (who only texted when he needed Scara to leave the room for a couple hours…disgusting…) and his project partner, Kazuha. Scara’s roommate gave him more than enough trouble–just another person’s presence in the room was enough to spoil the whole day for him. Kazuha, on the other hand, was rather a delight to be around. Of course, this was all well hidden in Scara’s thoughts, as he chose to not let Kazuha occupy too much of his time. It was just that the boy’s beautifully soft hair and warm smile had captivated him since the first time they met in class. Scara wanted to run his fingers through it and play with it while Kazuha lay his head in his lap, with that beautiful smile meeting his own. In the bitter cold, his imagination kept him warm…a little too warm judging by his reddening face, from which he quickly changed his train of thought.
It was almost the time for him to leave and meet Kazuha. The two had decided on meeting at Kazuha’s dorm since he had (somehow) scored a single room, and since the library was too far across campus from them both. Especially in this weather, Scara would’ve rather died than make the trek across campus to complete a project of all things.
Now, even after having been warned about the cold winters here, Scara had still underestimated the weather. He didn’t own a coat actually, he only had a couple of warm sweatshirts and a light jacket. He figured that when combined with a scarf and gloves it would be enough. Every time he left the dorm for food, for class, and now to meet up with Kazuha, he was left breathless by the dry cold filling his nose and throat, threatening to weave its way inside his bloodstream, as if just by skin contact he could freeze inside and out. He walked as quickly as possible given the icy condition of the sidewalks. He should’ve just kicked his roommate out and made Kazuha come over to his place…then this wouldn’t have happened…. He rolled his eyes, all this shit he put up with better be worth it. Even Kazuha’s beauty didn’t change his annoyance this time.
Whatever remained of his annoyance was short lived when Kazuha came out of the building to usher him inside quickly. Somehow the sunlight reflected off the snow made his face shine even brighter, his skin appearing so pure and white and delicate, like the snow itself. It was good that Scara’s scarf was pulled over his mouth to hide the tiny beginning of a smile on his lips. Clearly he wouldn’t want Kazuha to know he enjoyed his company, such a thing would be so…distasteful to Scara’s image. However, he certainly didn’t mind that Kazuha was making a fuss over hurrying him inside, otherwise he would ‘most definitely get sick!’ according to his ever-gracious host.
Kazuha led him up the stairs, where Scara took off his snowy boots before entering the little dorm room. There was a single twin sized bed against the wall, a desk and a chair, and a mini refrigerator. Not much room for anything extra besides this, but worthy nonetheless considering it saved him from the torture of a randomly assigned first year roommate (Scara’s unfortunate fate).
“Hmm, not too bad in here,” Scara nodded. He wasn’t sure where to sit after dropping his backpack on the ground. Surely not on the bed, right? There was only one chair for the desk…so logically he should take a seat on the floor and it would be perfectly fine…it would save himself so much embarrassment….
As Kazuha turned his back to pull out his books for the assignment, Scara took a seat on the rug, since this was definitely the most comfortable place to be. He got out his books and laptop as well, only to be met with Kazuha’s laughter.
“What are you laughing at?” His voice got a little stern, not that he was angry in any sense, but rather from embarrassment.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry for being such a bad host! Please, wouldn’t you rather take a seat somewhere we can both work easily?” Kazuha motioned and patted his hand on the bed. “Oohh…or are you afraid of something? Well I’ll sit in this corner and you can sit in that one, I do apologize, I only have space for one chair at my desk.”
Clearly it wasn’t much of a real apology as Kazuha wore a sly smile. He would never intentionally make his guest uncomfortable, this much is true, it’s only that he couldn’t pass up an opportunity to tease him. Scara was all too easy to fluster, and any insinuation of closeness would do the trick.
“Don’t be an asshole. I can work fine on the floor.” Scara was awfully bad at pretending. But of course he would double-down on his word now that he said it.
“Suit yourself. I was thinking that I can help you finish your section of the slides, since I went ahead and finished mine last night.”
“Why’d you do that much? I can do it myself. I could’ve done this from home,” Scara replied, not even looking up from his screen.
Kazuha hummed a little and took a seat on the bed. “Well it’s more comfortable this way isn’t it? I heard that your dorm was having trouble with the heating, and mine would give you repose from that roommate of yours, isn’t that right? I have many kinds of herbal tea in the drawer if you’d–”
“It’s not a break from anything if you’re still talking. I can’t focus.”
Kazuha didn’t know what he’d expected from inviting Scara over to his dorm. He didn’t even know Scara that well, since they just shared a required English class together. The only time they had ever talked was about this project, but something about him was ever so fascinating. Scara had a rough exterior, afraid to be treated softly for fear of betrayal–this much Kazuha could sense immediately. But he didn’t want the poor boy to suffer from walking in the cold, so he invited him to his place. Over text Scara had briefly mentioned his roommate, something about ‘that asshole never shutting up,’ so surely this was better than meeting in Scara’s room. There wasn’t any cruel exterior motive to his actions, nothing rudely taunting, nothing to embarrass him…that much. One thing remained true, though, that whenever someone caught Kazuha’s eye, he would be sure not to let them go.
The minutes ticked by until an hour had passed. Scara never invited Kazuha to help him with his work, nor did he raise his head to ask any questions. He sat on the rug alone, typing, reading, whatever else he did. Kazuha pretended to be interested in reading things on his phone; secretly he hoped that Scara would initiate a bit of conversation to break the awkward tension he caused. Kazuha had the genius idea just then to go and make himself tea and offer one to Scara, just to get a singular word out of him. He hopped off the bed and left the room, extremely cautious not to invade Scara’s invisible but personal bubble of space on the floor. Scara didn’t even care to look up at the disturbance.
Once outside the room, Kazuha let out a huge breath of relief; he wasn’t relieved to get away from Scara by any means (if anything, he wanted that pretty boy much closer to him,) but because the tension in that room was palpable and choking him.
“Yes…making tea now…,” he reminded himself, walking down to the communal kitchen where his tea bags stayed in a tin on the counter. He didn’t mind sharing some of his food and drink in the communal space–since it was so cold, if anybody needed to warm themselves up with just a drink it would be immensely cruel to deny them that small pleasure. He hummed to himself as he descended the stairs. In the kitchen he made black tea in two mugs which he had brought from home; both the tea and the ceramic craftsmanship of his homeplace were lovely. And now he would even perhaps get a small ‘thank you’ from Scara.
Kazuha pushed open his room’s doorknob with his elbow, careful not to spill the contents of the mugs. What he saw when he entered the room though was rather a sight to behold. He set the tea on the desk beside him and shut the door. “You got curious while I was away?” he asked, laughing. Apparently his dear project partner had taken the opportunity to look around his room, since he was standing up now, caught red handed with his hand on the closet door handle.
Scara didn’t even know what to say. He thought maybe Kazuha had gone out for a longer time, finally driven crazy by that awkwardness between them. But of course if he was leaving the room, Scara wouldn’t want to waste time…he was just curious, that’s all. What did a boy like Kazuha like to read? What kinds of clothes did he have? It wasn’t like he had gone rifling through his underwear drawers, although the thought crossed his mind. Rough as he was on the outside, Scara wasn’t truly that way. He was prissy and mean sometimes, sure, but in the way that a feral cat is prissy and mean before being given warm care and comfort. Maybe that’s what drew him to Kazuha initially, that warm smile, those hands that showed no malice. Kazuha never set off his instincts to run away or pick a fight (a real fight, that is). But now, he had reallyyy fucked this up….
“I just made you tea, I thought it would get you to talk,” said Kazuha. “We can pretend this didn’t happen…you can go home if you’d rather. Or maybe, you’re interested in something of mine?” His grin was now almost cocky, daring even–and it pulled at Scara’s heart in a way he’d never felt before.
There wasn’t a single response Scara could give that would un-corner him from this situation. If he wasn’t so secretive and curious maybe he wouldn’t have landed himself here…fuck Kazuha for being like this, for being so pretty that it clouded Scara’s judgement enough to get him to snoop around his room like a pervert. And that’s probably what Kazuha thought of him as now. He remained defenseless, whatever reprimanding came of this situation was well-deserved.
Kazuha, however, found it charming. That boy cared enough about him to look through his things–so he really wasn’t imagining things, Scara was warming up just a little bit! And the thought of this really, really made him want to kiss Scara. That boy who had caught his eye, who he wished he had met sooner, who he cared to invite over. His lips were always chewed out of stress…maybe Kazuha could kiss them better. There would be no reprimanding that came for Scara, as Kazuha ever so gently cupped his face in his hand before pressing their lips together. He thought this much would be enough, as he tried not to be too eager, but at the instant he heard Scara struggle to draw in a breath while pushed against the door he couldn’t stop himself. He pushed himself harder against Scara, pinning his back hard against the closet door, his body so desperate to hear that ragged breath again. Maybe he didn’t realize just how much he wasn’t letting Scara breathe until he was roughly pushed away.
“What the hell.” Scara’s voice was rough but breathy, his brows furrowing in some look between confusion and disgust, his lips a dark shade of pink from the pressure of Kazuha’s against his. He was taken aback, but had never felt this way in his life. Is this how kissing felt? Is this how it was supposed to feel? Yeah, he had kissed a few people at a party before but nothing had even come close to igniting a spark within him. Back then it had just felt wet and messy, mouth against mouth, empty. He was nearly angry with the feelings it brought up from him now. What the hell was that? What the fuck? What the hell was he doing in his project partner’s room, being kissed against the door? But moreover, what the hell was he doing enjoying it this much? All his thoughts raced before him in a matter of seconds, just mere moments passing before he grabbed Kazuha hard by the waist, pulling him back against him. Their lips met again, but this time Scara took the lead, lips parting just enough to prod his tongue against Kazuha’s lips, begging so sweetly for entrance. He needed a taste of his mouth like he needed warmth against this bitter cold. As Kazuha too parted his lips the sweetest moan spilled from his mouth, almost inaudible against the general noise of their breathing. Scara felt his mind go foggy and completely blank…the only thing that remained was the desire to have Kazuha as close as possible to him. He grabbed at the other’s hips, pulling him so close, but not enough for him yet. The throbbing ache from between his legs was growing unbearable and Scara barely had the self control to stop himself from grinding against Kazuha’s thigh. Tears pricked in his eyes from how badly he needed relief.
Kazuha broke away from the kiss this time, body shaking and tense, with eyes half-lidded and clouded by lust. He needed Scara more than he had ever needed anything before, this carnal desire from the deepest pit of his stomach was unlike any feeling he had experienced. He led Scara away from the wall and to his bed–giggling to himself that surely his partner wouldn’t mind taking a seat on the bed this time….
Scara slumped back into the bed. His head was spinning so badly that he couldn’t prop himself up properly, and the sight was too addicting for Kazuha to resist. Scara, whom he had admired from afar for quite a bit of time, finally splayed out beneath him in bed, too horny to resist whatever he gave him. That boy was so intimidating on the exterior by his resting face of anger and the way he dressed, but now his face was flushed and sweaty and his mouth lay agape. His entire body was being overtaken with want, as if he had been drugged by an aphrodisiac.
The mattress bent under Kazuha’s weight as he straddled Scara beneath him, taking in that beautiful sight. “You’ve never looked more beautiful.”
“Shut up,” he scowled, almost a sneer. It was amazing that even pinned beneath Kazuha, Scara found it in him to be snippy. Any further protest was put quickly to an end by Kazuha’s elegant fingers playing with Scara’s lips and slipping into his mouth. His tongue swirled around them as he sucked them obediently. He hardly noticed the drool escaping from the corners of his mouth as he was too busy holding back from moaning…even now it seemed too embarrassing…but all embarrassment disappeared when Kazuha’s hot breath and tongue met his neck. Scara shivered too violently to hide it, the oral stimulation and touch on his neck becoming too much. Kazuha withdrew his fingers from Scara’s mouth just to lick them himself.
“Too much?” Kazuha said it so playfully, so mockingly. “You’re so easy, so worked up already from this my love.”
The only response Scara gave was a moan. He was so easy, he didn’t care anymore. His underwear was soaked through and he wouldn’t be surprised if his pants were too. The pressure of Kazuha sitting above him was making him crazy and this time he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips upward, seeking friction against Kazuha’s crotch. And that was it, that was the final straw that broke before Kazuha got up and almost too harshly stripped off Scara’s pants, muttering “need these off” under his breath and leaving him in just his t-shirt and soaked underwear.
Scara tried to snap his legs shut to prevent Kazuha from seeing the mess he made, but the other pried them back open, stopping Scara from shutting them by settling between them.
“My poor baby.. you needed me, didn’t you? You’re so beautiful.” Kazuha traced over Scara’s clothed pussy, admiring how the fabric clung to every bit of his skin and squelched around his fingers.
“I-Inside, inside me, please,” Scara moaned, unashamed now.
“You’re so desperate for me now baby.” Of course Kazuha obliged out of his own desperation to feel inside him, fingers dipping past the fabric to trace the lightest circles around his clit but never lower than that.
“More. Please,” Scara begged. He was shaking, legs spread open, claw-like nails digging into Kazuha. “Inside.”
Kazuha paused for a moment before tugging down Scara’s underwear too finally, and just leaving them hooked around one ankle. “Mm…but you look so good I need to taste you first.”
Kazuha moved himself further back to be eye level with Scara’s soaked pussy, red and dripping with his slick from just kissing. If that much was enough to make him this needy, imagine how ruined he would be from hours of slowburn making out…Kazuha filed that thought away for later. He was sure he would be seeing Scara again very soon. He moved Scara’s legs over his shoulders to expose him further–he looked like something straight from porn, like a personal pornstar of sorts (as he definitely would be for Kazuha). Kazuha himself couldn’t hold back from moaning as he tasted Scara for the first time, and he knew he would never get enough of this taste for as long as he lived. His tongue found Scara’s clit and he was rewarded with a sharp tug of his hair and his partner’s gasping cry.
“It’s.. toomuch….” Scara’s voice was slurring from the emptiness in his mind, only concerned with finding release. He grinded his hips against Kazuha’s tongue and tugged at his hair to deal with the building pleasure in him. But suddenly Kazuha stopped and withdrew his tongue. Scara saw him now, his mouth and chin dripping with slick, even a little bit getting into his hair. “Why’d you stop?”
Something of an evil grin spread across Kazuha’s face. “You can take me, right baby?” His fingers found their way to Scara’s clit, continuing to rub it lightly as Kazuha planted a kiss on Scara’s lips. “You’re doing so well for me. Just a little more and you’ll get what you want.”
Two fingers prodded at his entrance, twisting their way inside. Scara could’ve sworn he saw blinding light at that moment, just from two fingers alone he felt so full. So full and so close, arousal pouring out around Kazuha’s fingers. Scara wasn’t hiding anything anymore, he was a moaning mess and bucking his hips up without rhythm in an attempt to keep up with how Kazuha’s fingers worked inside him.
“One more now baby.”
Kazuha added a third finger now, curling up to press against that sweet spot inside him. He wasn’t rough with him, just the slow in and out motions ruined the boy beneath him. Scara’s nails dug into Kazuha’s back and arms, trying to grab onto whatever was nearest to him. The feeling in his stomach was about to overflow and the thread was about to snap.
“Ah- K-Kazu I can’t I can’t it feels like I’m gonna-”
Kazuha added a fourth finger and Scara broke instantly, his walls clamping down on Kazuha’s fingers inside him when he squirted. Completely by accident. Kazuha didn’t stop fucking his fingers in and out, mesmerized by how depraved Scara looked while ruining his sheets. Drool leaking from his mouth, eyes nearly shut, entire body flushed and shaking and soaked. Kazuha’s pants and bedsheets were wet from the mess, but he couldn’t be happier. Kazuha swore he saw heaven itself just now.
Kazuha withdrew his fingers, taking them to his own mouth to taste Scara’s cum off himself. The boy twitched beneath him, starting to apologize profusely for the mess he made.
“My dear, my dear please lay back and I’ll get you new clothes, I promise you I wanted this and it’s no problem at all.” Kazuha smiled at him warmly. He got up from the bed and gave Scara a kiss on the forehead before pulling some warm pajama pants and underwear from his closet. “I got these out of the dryer just before you came. Here, it’s warm.”
Scara accepted them with shaking hands, barely able to lift his hips enough to slide the clothes on by himself. Eventually, he pulled himself up against the wall. Kazuha came to join him on the (clean) part of the bed. Scara buried his head into the crook of Kazuha’s neck, hiding from embarrassment once the realization of what happened washed over him.
“I’m ashamed.”
“Why is that, dear? You did so well for me.”
Scara pouted in reply, moving further into Kazuha’s lap.
“You know, the tea I made you is getting cold,” Kazuha smiled.
“I’m sorry,” Scara finally said. “I shouldn’t…have gone looking through your things….”
“Well it’s okay if you’re a pervert-”
“I wasn’t! I was interested in your books, and what you wear, and not your underwear drawers, I swear.”
Kazuha could only smile more in reply. “It seems I assumed wrongly of you. I thought you were snooping through those sorts of things and this was what you wanted from me.”
“I wasn’t expecting it.”
It was Kazuha’s turn to feel ashamed now. He had wrongly assumed Scara had gone through his things to find something dirty…wrongly assumed that he wanted sex.
“It’s not like I didn’t want it though,” Scara interrupted. Kazuha didn’t have the wrong idea. It was only unexpected, not unwanted.
Kazuha’s relief was immense and his apology so heartfound that Scara could barely stand all that mushy feelings talk. Scara cut him off again. “Rest your head in my lap. Let me play with your hair.”
Kazuha lay his head down now, so relaxed he could almost fall asleep like this as Scara ran his fingers so gently through his hair. “The sun is setting now. It gets colder when the sun sets, dear. You shouldn’t get cold, I’ll make us dinner and you can sleep with me. Keep me warm tonight, won’t you?”
And after a (miniscule) bit of project work on Scara’s part, he finished the work while Kazuha made dinner. He was still mostly silent…that part of the ice hadn’t melted away completely, but he would be insane to refuse staying the night. Kazuha treated him so warmly and with such care, always giving him a kiss on the forehead now every time he got up. After changing the sheets, Kazuha beckoned him to bed. All warm and taken care of, the two fell asleep holding each other under the view of the moonlit snowfall from the window. Kazuha made sure to give him the softest of kisses before drifting off to sleep, happy to be by Scara’s side for as long as he permitted.