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Chiaki is inexperienced, okay, but he's not stupid.
It's obvious the way Enaga stares at his mouth all the time. Not just when they're kissing but how he takes any opportunity to touch his mouth with those incredibly sexy hands of his.
A blurry drunk memory of the night he'd spent with AE in the club - your fingers are cold, he remembers saying as AE had pushed them in his mouth.
He was apparently helping me feel better, Chiaki thinks doubtfully.
But your mouth is warm
Those fingers had lingered, moving in and out. He wishes he could remember the expression on AE’s face but he was so fucking out of it then. So out of it he hadn't felt embarrassed by how much he liked AE’s fingers or the way they felt.
Enaga has confessed that he wanted to kiss him that night.
“And the rest,” he'd murmured against Chiaki's ear. Chiaki had been too distracted at the time by Enaga's hand down his boxers to think too much about it.
But it came back to him later when he was alone. Enaga had wanted him even then when he'd felt awkward and clumsy around him.
It wasn't like he hadn't seen porn - he knew the things that people did and what he would have let AE do. If he hadn't been sick - maybe they wouldn't be here though.
Enaga's scarred fingers on his face and in his mouth, Chiaki grinding in his lap. They came back from a club buzzed and handsy and immediately got heavy on the couch of Enaga's apartment.
Drunk Chiaki is much less embarrassed about enjoying sucking on the fingers in his mouth or moaning Ae-kun around them like it's the best thing he's ever tasted.
“I think I dreamed this,” Enaga groans. Chiaki can feel how hard he is as he grinds down. “You sucking on my fingers like this. You look so cute, Chiaki-kun. But the way you use your mouth.”
Chiaki pulls back a little, made braver by how hard his own dick is and the amount of sweet booze he drank earlier.
Enaga looks intrigued as Chiaki climbs off of his lap. Chiaki slides off the couch and onto his knees between Enaga's spread legs.
“All that's ever been in my mouth are your fingers, Ae-kun.”
He runs his hands up Enaga's thighs, licking his lips. When he looks up those dark eyes are blown wide and he looks so turned on that Chiaki feels a little surge of pride.
“Are you going to change that tonight? Such a bad boy.”
Chiaki bites his own lip and reaches for Enaga's fly- nervous but eager. One of Enaga's hands comes up to tangle in his hair. Not pushing or directing, just encouraging.
“Don't worry Chiaki-kun. I showed you how to kiss, didn't I?”
Enaga's version of teaching is very hands-on. Chiaki is a fan.
He makes quick work of the belt and zipper, getting his hand around Enaga and drawing him out. When his hand wraps around the girth of Enaga's cock the hand in his hair tightens and Chiaki's own hips thrust forward involuntarily.
He's seen Enaga's cock before, stroked it with his hands and felt it rutting against his own. But now he takes the time to really look - bigger than his own and veiny, the head shiny with precome.
Chiaki has known he was gay since forever but he's reminded all over again at the sight of it.
He shuffles forward on his knees a little more and lowers his head, finally bringing AE’s cock to his mouth and licking at the head.
The noise Enaga makes is punched out of him. Chiaki can hear the thump of his head hitting the back of the couch but he's too busy licking a fat stripe from root to tip. The taste is warm somehow if that's even a taste and slightly salty.
Feeling bolder he keeps licking before taking the head into his mouth.
“Fuck. Chiaki-kun. You're doing so well.”
Chiaki looks up through his lashes to Enaga's rapt gaze, makes a show of taking more of Enaga into his mouth and using one hand to hold him at the base.
He starts to bob his head a little like he saw in some of the videos he'd furtively watched - always imagining himself as the one on his knees.
“That's it baby. I can't believe I'm the first one who gets that mouth of yours on my cock.”
His own dick is leaking in his briefs, so turned on by having Enaga inside of him. Twitching when Enaga's hand tightens in his hair again almost painfully and gently urges him into a rhythm.
Enaga is thrusting up as well - gently but Chiaki can imagine if it was rougher, if they were still in the dirty back room of the club and it wasn't soft carpet under his knees but cold concrete.
He's moaning around his mouthful of cock the way he does around Enaga's fingers, loud in the echo of the room. He's so into it that at one point he tries to take too much at once and has to pull back, eyes watering.
Enaga swears, wipes away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
“Chiaki-kun likes it, hmm?”
“I do. I like having Enaga-kun inside me.” He leans in again and takes as much of Enaga as he can and puts one of those maddening hands back in his hair, pushing so that Enaga takes the hint and uses it to move Chiaki's head as he wants.
He loses himself in the feeling of Enaga's cock in his mouth, the taste of his precome. Does his best or relax his throat and take as much as he can.
Enaga is moaning and keeps telling Chiaki how fucking good he looks.
“Your mouth was made for my cock.” He grunts, never taking his eyes off the sight of his length moving between Chiaki's spit slick lips or the saliva running down his chin.
Chiaki can taste how close Enaga is. Makes an unhappy noise as he's pulled off, tries to move back in.
“I'm going to come, Chiaki-kun.”
Chiaki moans, sticking a hand into his own pants. He wants AE to come in his mouth but he's held firmly from taking Enaga back into his mouth.
“On my face then,” he whines.
Enaga keeps holding his hair and starts jerking himself roughly, with a twist of his wrist that Chiaki files away for the future.
He's stroking himself too, thrusting up into his own fist, mouth open and waiting.
AE comes with a yell that the neighbours will definitely hear - warm come streaking Chiaki's face and into his waiting mouth.
He feels used in a good way, a filthy way and collapses onto his back on the floor. Pushes down his jeans last his hips before pushing his own fingers into his mouth and coming all over his own fist.
Chiaki lies there for a moment, eyes closed, too blissed out to move before he feels himself be lifted into Enaga's strong arms.
He rather likes being carried, he thinks hazily.
Enaga sets him down in the shower, wishes him gently and tells him how pretty and wonderful he is. That Chiaki on his knees was the hottest thing he's ever seen. Strokes his cheeks reverently a.s peppers them with kisses.
Chiaki is already internally making plans for next time.