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Last year of highschool. To be more precise, the last month before the most important summer break of their lives. That season where the relevancy of the classes drops drastically and the tension of the upcoming university entrance exams can be felt in the warm — suffocating — air. Or that’s what the high achievers would say, anyway.
“Sethos, check this out!”
Long, brown hair with gray highlights and two braids that made the density look less messy. Add the physique of being the basketball club’s captain and a pair of green eyes and there you have it; your stereotypical popular guy. Gets along with everyone, has no enemies, helps out, is kind, and a long list of cliches.
Sethos chuckled, approaching his cousin. “You’re still in that game? How long has it been already, an hour?”
“This is a different one.” Alhaitham corrected. Despite sitting nearby with a book and some headphones on, he somehow always listened. “To be precise, the third one of the day. Kaveh insists he can win, not sure if it’s an ego driven baseless claim or if he’s that delusional.”
Tighnari smiled, tilting his head towards Alhaitham. “Is this your way of complaining about your alone time with Kaveh being delayed?”
“...” Suddenly, Alhaitham seemed deaf.
“Silence!” Kaveh grabbed the sides of the table, frowning as he eyed the cards in front of him. “I must concentrate… I’m only three dendro dice away from victory!” He grabbed the eight dice from the table between his hands and raised them towards the ceiling, closing his eyes dramatically. “Oh, Lesser Lord Kusanali, I barely ask anything from you-” Alhaitham poorly held back a laugh. “Ahem. Please, bless these rolls with your wisdom!” Then, he lowered his arms and let the dice roll on the table.
Four cryo dice, two electro ones, one geo and one anemo.
Kaveh stared at his Jadeplum Terrorshroom, Lord of Eroded Primal Fire and Gluttonous Yumkasaur Mountain King cards. His blank expression said everything.
“That’s my fifth win in a row today. It seems like I’m on a roll.” After silence, Cyno continued. “Not funny? Or maybe nobody got the joke… you see, it’s a play of words-”
Tighnari hurriedly shushed him. “T-That’s enough.”
“But that was a good one!” Sethos nodded towards Cyno, who got up and hugged him from the side on the verge of overly dramatic tears that were there for pure sake of theatrics.
“You really are my brother from another mother…”
“Please don’t feed into his delusions, I’m the one that has to deal with him later.” Tighnari sighed.
Alhaitham closed his book and got up, glancing at the blond who was now tidying up the table with a miserable look on his face. “Kaveh.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Kaveh got up as well, putting his deck in his bag. “But can we stop by a store? I’ll need a drink or two after that awful performance and even worse jokes.”
“You’re really gonna bring the only person that’s not of legal drinking age to buy alcohol with you, huh?” Tighnari teased, crossing his arms. “Outstanding work from a senior.”
“Hey, not my fault he’s so smart he skipped a year!” Kaveh defended himself. “Besides, he can just wait outside.”
“Didn’t know I was a dog.”
“You-!” The blond groaned at Alhaitham’s words. “Fine. Sethos, wanna come with?”
Sethos flinched. “Uhm, well-”
“Let me guess.” Cyno crossed his arms, smirking. “Busy with work? Basketball practice? Or…” His eyes wandered to the back of the class. “Plans with other friends?”
Putting himself in front of Cyno’s line of sight, Sethos smiled and laughed. “You got me man! I’m hanging out with him today. Next time drinks are on me though, and I’ll make sure to beat you all in Genius Invokation TCG. I’ve cooked up a new deck that not even you will expect.”
The four of them saw how Sethos made his way towards a student in the back of the class, with Kaveh and Alhaitham going back to their business rather quickly.
“You know, he should really give up.” Cyno shrugged. “That guy clearly doesn’t want to be his friend.”
“Yet he’s made it his life mission to get along with him.“ Tighnari put a hand on Cyno’s shoulder. “Come on, let him be.”
After catching up with his friends and waving goodbyes to a few of his classmates along the way, Sethos got to his destination; a table at the back of the class, in a corner right next to the window.
Dark blue eyes forced themselves away from the view outside the window to look up through even darker eyelashes to the person standing next to him. His expression stayed unamused, chin resting on the palm of his hand and elbow on the table, seemingly bored. Despite wanting to be a student like any other, a stereotypical background character with nothing remarkable to particularly hate or like, being a new student starting in the middle of the year made him stand out more than he wanted to. To balance the annoying interest of others, he did what he knew best; be himself. For the most part, it worked. It gave him the reputation of someone unapproachable, rude and unpleasant to be around.
For the most part, that is.
“Scara!” Sethos put his hands on the table and leaned forward, standing on the tip of his toes as he did so. “Ready to go?”
Scaramouche — not ‘Scara’ like that annoying nickname he hasn’t been able to get rid of since Sethos gave it to him on day two — scanned him for a solid second. The remaining students around them barely gave them a few glances, already used to the scene that had become less and less painful to watch as Sethos successfully made himself comfortable in Scaramouche’s personal space.
He got up and grabbed his bag, making eye contact to reply. “Sure.”
Sethos smiled, eyes sparkling in contrast to Scaramouche’s rather dead ones. Without caring about the murmurs behind them, the pair left the building and started walking. The light conversation that took place could be described as one sided, but they both knew that if Scaramouche wasn’t enjoying it, he would just leave.
In between laughter, scoffs and light hearted bickering, they reached Scaramouche’s house. It didn’t take long for Sethos to make himself comfortable in the other’s bed, letting out a sigh of relief once his back hit the mattress. Scaramouche sat on his desk chair, forcing his eyes away from the way Sethos’ shirt suddenly wasn’t enough to cover his entire torso.
Despite how long he tried to deny it and the amount of effort he wasted into ignoring it, Scaramouche could no longer hide from the fact that he might be in love with Sethos. Well, love was a strong word. How about like? Maybe he was tolerable at most, or perchance-
He isn’t fooling anybody.
Scaramouche has tried to reason a way out of this feeling. Why would he be in love with this dork? Sethos is friendly, but he’s like that with everybody. He’s also busy so it’s not like Scaramouche would be his first priority if they ever started dating. On that note, dating seems impossible and overly troublesome. If he confessed — not happening —, there was no way they could go back to the current friendship they have. Yes, it’s a friendship. Don’t make him say that out loud. Whether it’s Sethos rejecting him or them breaking up after realizing a romantic relationship doesn’t work out for them after all, both thoughts leave an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. Scratch the inconvenient rumours that would flare up in class, Scaramouche couldn’t care less about other’s opinions on him or his reputation. He’s more fixated on the possibility of losing Sethos. On losing this new company that hasn’t left his side despite the multiple attempts at pushing him away to avoid getting betrayed. Then, was Sethos’ stubbornness the reason behind this emotion? He doubted it. He hated stubborn people.
Being with Sethos was… easy. He didn’t need to put on an act or concern himself with things like social etiquette. If he didn’t like a plan, he said it. If he did, he just showed up. Sethos never complained about that attitude, he’d just make it work. Scaramouche considered him a brainless idiot at the start, a total pushover that’d do anything in order to maintain his personal goal of being everyone’s friend, no matter how against it the other person may be. He soon realized he was wrong. Sethos got into a handful of arguments every other day, whether it’d be something small like a game of cards against his cousin or an issue that he considered more important like a basketball game against another school. Seeing the times he got serious and stayed firm over what he thought was right above everyone else’s opinion, Scaramouche began to understand how he became the captain of the basketball club.
By the time he reached that conclusion, Scaramouche had been four months in the school. He noticed himself staring and paying attention to more subtle changes in Sethos’ looks and moods each day. If he noticed that his hair was a bit more messy than usual or that the dark circles under his eyes appeared overnight, someone had to remind this fool to stop overworking himself to the point of exhaustion. Scaramouche being the one to speak up and cancel their plans for the evening was a mere coincidence. Anybody would’ve done that.
But they didn’t. In everyone else’s eyes, Sethos was this perfect guy with good grades, rigorous schedule and hardworking attitude worthy of being envied. The amount of secret confessions he got on Valentine’s day was absurd. Why were so many people head over heels for him? At least have a conversation with the guy before assuming your idealized version of him is the full truth.
Scaramouche discovered jealousy by the fifth month in this school. A whole month had passed since he realized his… new feeling towards the guy. Girls clinging onto him by his arm, guys nudging him playfully. There was nothing he could do about it, so he chose to indulge on the feeling of superiority he got after getting Sethos’ attention all for himself at the end of the week. At some point, their walks home together on Fridays became a habit.
It’s been two months since he realized he’s- fine, in love with Sethos. He doesn’t plan to do anything about it, so he keeps acting the same as always. Effortlessly, they’ve become closer. The type of close friends that go to each other’s house after class to play videogames or just chill until the sun sets. It’s not like he would act differently if they were together — aside from the nickname ‘little bee’ earning a more sweeter tone — so there was no point in aiming for more than a friendship.
Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. The way they behaved could change, but that’s not something Scaramouche should be thinking about while Sethos is comfortably laying on his bed without a care in the world.
“So,” Sethos broke the silence, making Scaramouche flinch out of his thoughts. Thankfully, he didn’t notice, too busy turning to his side to face him. “Any plans for today?”
Scaramouche avoided looking at him, staring outside the window instead. “Hah. You’re asking me? You’re the one that keeps insisting on coming here.”
“We can’t precisely go to my house, it’s kinda crowded. Well, at least your definition of crowded. The overwhelming amount of two people.” Sethos teased lightheartedly, laughing softly. “Just Cyno and Tighnari.”
How dare he be so considerate. Scaramouche scoffed, turning his head completely. The tip of his ears felt slightly warmer than before. Or maybe he was just imagining it. “You’re my guest. Shouldn’t you decide?”
“It’s your house, so-” A glare. Sethos sat up, laughing. “Okay, okay.” He thought for a moment, looking around. “Hm… I forgot to bring my games… should we just talk about whatever? You could tell me about yourself, for example.”
“Again with that?” Scaramouche turned to face Sethos, back to his usual self. He crossed his legs. “I have nothing to say. If you want to ask something, just do it.”
“In that case,” Sethos brought one of his knees to his chest and hugged it, resting his chin on it. Scaramouche had a bad feeling about the way those green eyes stared at him like an innocent puppy. “Why did you move to this school?”
There it was. That bad feeling.
It hadn’t been the first time Sethos had asked this question, of course. However, this time it had a different touch to it. Sethos wasn’t asking in the middle of the class for the sake of making conversation. He was asking while they were alone, in Scaramouche’s room, because he wanted to know more about him.
Scaramouche swallowed. Those eyes were persistent.
He groaned under his breath, averting his gaze and crossing his arms. “My mother and I are on bad terms, so I moved here with my aunt.” There it was. He didn’t want to elaborate further.
“Ohhh, I thought you were in an exchange program or something.” Sethos smiled. “It’s very impressive, you know, the way you quickly became one of the top students. Tighnari was really cautious about you back then.” He chuckled. “And the students from other years? Man, it was crazy how they were fawning about you.” He cleared his throat and adopted another position, putting his legs together and both hands intertwined on his chest as he looked up. “‘Oh, senior Scara, you’re so cool, handsome and beautiful!’” He half mocked, laughing as he laid back, hands on top of the mattress in a more comfortable stance.
“Only an idiot would pay attention to empty flattery like that.”
“You’re so harsh!” Sethos laughed some more, lighter. “Is that why you don’t have a girlfriend?”
Ah, so that’s where the conversation is going.
“I have no need for such things.” Not a complete lie.
“Is that so…” Sethos gaze wandered for a moment to the side, nowhere specific. For a moment, he seemed deep in thought. Then, he shrugged and made eye contact again. “I guess some people are like that.”
Scaramouche bit back his tongue. The question ‘what about you?’ remained in his mind for too many seconds. He half expected Sethos to just go on a rant about himself for the sake of continuing the conversation, but now there was this silence between them that, for the first time in forever, pressured him to take the initiative and do something about the annoying curiosity that would only raise suspicions.
“Is that all?” Scaramouche tilted his head, trying to read the other’s expression. Whether it was some foolish hope or genuine intuition, a part of him was insisting that Sethos was keeping something to himself.
“I was just thinking…” Sethos hesitated, just enough for Scaramouche to notice even if he didn’t intend to. “Some friends of mine got into a relationship recently.” Kaveh and Alhaitham, to be precise. But that wasn’t important. “I guess that’s why romance has been on my mind these days.” He tried to laugh away the awkwardness. He wasn’t used to talking about these kinds of things with others, let alone with a male friend.
Scaramouche paused, picking his words carefully. He didn’t let Sethos feel awkward for too long. “What nonsense.” He rolled his eyes. “If you’re going to get a partner, do it because you love her and not because you’re envious that somebody else has one. Besides, shouldn’t you be focusing on other issues? Like the university you’ll go to.”
“I’m not going to university, so it’s fine.” Sethos spoke calmer now, the worry of having said something too weird for Scaramouche getting lifted off his shoulders instantly. “And I’m not saying I’m envious, I’m happy for them. It just made me consider the next moves for my future.”
Scaramouche’s grip on his arm tightened slightly, shifting his position. Since when was he the type to not say what’s on his mind?
That’s right, never.
“Do you have someone in mind?”
It was Sethos’ time to tense up. His body froze and he forgot how to breathe. He prayed his shock wasn’t too obvious. It was, but Scaramouche was too busy with the knot that was forming in his throat which each passing second. Love was truly an annoying emotion, making him so vulnerable against the possibility of an answer that wasn’t him.
“W-Well…” Sethos couldn’t face him even if he forced himself to. His muscles were so stiff he was certain they'd hurt from the stress.
Scaramouche sighed. Enough about this stupid talk. They looked like fifteen year old girls talking about the boy they liked, the only difference being that Scaramouche hoped Sethos would say it was him. “Don’t answer if you don’t want to.” He got up. “I was simply trying to occupy the silence, pathetically following along with your forced conversation.” He scoffed. “Didn’t know your idiocy was contagious. It’s getting late, so I’ll accompany you to the door.”
Despite his words, Sethos didn’t move. Not until Scaramouche opened the door of the room, at least.
“Wait.” Sethos quickly got up and grabbed his arm, stopping his movements. It was the first time he had ever intentionally made physical contact with Scaramouche if we didn’t count the playful nudges or the way their knees brushed occasionally when playing videogames. The self consciousness paired with Scaramouche’s glare was enough for him to hesitate and keep his hands to himself. “Uhm-” He scratched the back of his neck. Then, he shook his head to gather up the courage and bring himself out of that awfully timid state. groaning in frustration. “Listen, you’re going to hate me. Like, real hate. You’re going to think I’m just feeling this way because my friends got together rather than taking into consideration my real emotions.”
Scaramouche turned and crossed his arms. “What are you talking about? I couldn’t care less about who you want to be with or why. That’s an issue between you and them, don’t get me involved.”
Sethos swallowed. “Do you not want to be involved?”
“Why would you want me to? Stop speaking in riddles and just spit it out.” Scaramouche raised an eyebrow.
“Because… if the person I want to be with doesn’t want to be involved, I’m not going to force him.”
Oh.
Oh.
Scaramouche turned to the side, covering the lower half of his face with one of his hands. Sethos’ eyes were focused on the floor like it was the most interesting thing ever, doing his best to ignore the way his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.
“...For how long?” Scaramouche dared to ask. Surprisingly enough, his voice didn’t falter.
Sethos’ embarrassment worsened, becoming more difficult to handle. “You caught my attention since the start… That doesn’t mean I approached you with second intentions though! You just stood out from the rest so…” He trailed off.
Scaramouche sighed. “Of course I did, I joined halfway through the year and I looked different from everybody else.” Grabbing one of Sethos’ wrists, he switched their positions in a swift motion and pinned him against the door, his forearm right next to the other’s head, faces inches away. His voice became quieter. “Are you looking to satisfy mere curiosity?”
“I mean-” Sethos stared at Scaramouche’s face. Every feature of his was divine. His eyes with that subtle red he used to accentuate them, his porcelain skin, and… he couldn’t help himself, he had to cup his chin and brush his thumb over those lips. “I am curious about what these taste like.”
Scaramouche knew better. Words held no meaning, for the wind was enough to make them fly away. “Prove it.” His tone was firm and daring, a complete contrast from the soft pair of lips that he instantly felt against his own.
Sethos freed his wrist from Scaramouche’s grasp, choosing to hold his hand and intertwine their fingers instead. The other one remained cupping Scaramouche’s face, gentle just like the kiss. Scaramouche closed his eyes and leaned in, pressing their bodies together and trapping Sethos against the wall even more. Sethos whined out of pleasure, his lips parting slightly. Scaramouche took the opportunity to be more eager and deepen the kiss, their tongues joining in slow movements that craved to explore each other’s mouth.
It was Scaramouche that broke the kiss, mostly to remind himself that this was the first one of hopefully many others and that he shouldn’t rush. The hand that was on Scaramouche’s cheek travelled to the back of his neck, Sethos urging him to press their foreheads together as they both caught their breaths. Scaramouche could get lost in those green eyes like it was the most beautiful forest in all of Sumeru.
“I love you.” Sethos confessed, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“I know.” Scaramouche replied, because if it took him months of denial to accept that he was in love with Sethos, it’ll take him years of therapy to say it out loud.
Sethos didn’t mind. He laughed, amused. “Do you still want to kick me out? I mean…” His thigh pressed between Scaramouche’s legs, drawing a whine out of the man. “I can help with that.”
“You-” Scaramouche groaned, glaring at Sethos who seemed pretty satisfied with the effect he was having on him. “Hah. Are you testing my limits?”
Sethos grinned. “You have the green light on my side, so by all means, do as you see fit.”
“You better not complain later.” Even though he'd stop the instant Sethos asked him to.
Scaramouche walked over to the bed with Sethos following, the latter joining their lips on a hungry kiss once more after Scarmouche sat on the edge of the bed. It was full of passion and need, Sethos’ eagerness making the other man smirk against his lips. Sethos took the chance to slip his tongue past Scaramouche’s lips and explore his mouth, though the domination wasn’t given easily. With a grunt, Sethos took advantage of their united hands to push Scaramouche further into the bed.
Scaramouche broke the kiss to pant, his chest heaving. One of his elbows was pressed against the mattress to prevent him from fully laying down on his back while he brushed the back of Sethos’ palm with his other hand. Sethos didn’t — couldn’t — wait a second, pressing his lips against Scaramouche’s neck to place slow open mouthed kisses all over, making Scaramouche sigh and let out a few moans. Sethos could feel him relax underneath his touch, even when he removed both of their shirts.
Sethos licked his lips, both to prevent the saliva from his now red swollen lips from dripping and to fully savor the view in front of him. Scaramouche wasn’t shy, because oh gosh who could be shy with a body like his. Pale, slim yet well defined torso, rosy, hard nipples and that confident expression on his face while fully knowing he was being checked out from head to toe. Still, he wasn’t a narcissist. Sethos’ body was as well sculpted as anybody could imagine — just imagine. Scaramouche was the only one that could get the real deal. His cocky smirk grew at that thought —. Dark skin, a few scars and body hair that trailed downwards. Too bad his pants were blocking the rest of the view.
Sethos leaned forwards once more to place a quick kiss on top of Scaramouche’s lips. Scaramouche heard his belt unbuckling not long after, which made him let out a shaky breath.
“First time?” Sethos asked in a quiet tone, his voice rougher.
Scaramouche cringed, remembering all the one night stands he had in a desperate, impulsive attempt at taking his mind out of his issues at home. “...No.”
Sethos chuckled under his breath. “More reason to kiss every inch of your body until you can’t look at it without thinking of me.”
Scaramouche let his back hit the mattress, letting out a sigh. He stared at the ceiling while Sethos grabbed a condom from his bag. Scaramouche wondered why his face felt so hot and his heart pounded so loudly. His knees pressed together instinctively, and he could feel the wetness starting to soak his underwear. Fuck. Why did Sethos have to use such a deep, smooth tone when delivering that corny line? As if he wasn't head over heels for him already.
Sethos got close to him. Too close. Or maybe not nearly enough. He secured his spot in between Scaramouche’s legs, grabbing the back of the man's thighs to make sure he didn't close them again. Sethos pressed forward, his clothed hardness settling against Scaramouche’s soaked underwear, his pants still in the way. They let out a groan, with Scaramouche instinctively bucking up his hips and arching his back to try to line up Sethos’ tip to his clit.
Sethos leaned in once more to kiss Scaramouche's now even more exposed neck. His hands found the edge of the other's pants and removed them along with his underwear, leaving Scaramouche completely naked underneath him. Scarsmouche's pussy was beautifully wet for him. Sethos licked his boyfriend's neck as a reward. He made some distance to free his own erection and put the condom on. Scaramouche watched the show while Sethos admired every inch of him, both of them reaching their patience limit.
Scaramouche felt hot all over. Two of Sethos' fingers parted his folds and teased him, gently caressing his hard clit before going downwards at a painful pace only to circle his entrance but not go in. Scaramouche was a panting mess, but he found the strength within his growing anger to glare at the other. Sethos smirked, though his eyes were clearly clouded with lust and mesmerized by the man before him.
“Hurry up.” Scaramouche demanded.
Sethos placed a kiss on his parted lips and got closer to his ear. “As you wish.”
Having had his share of fun, Sethos finally thrusted both of his fingers inside the man's hole. Scaramouche's scream got stuck on the back of his throat, the faintest whine barely audible over the wet noise of Sethos' palm hitting Scaramouche’s soaked pussy, which only leaked more around his knuckles.
“You- brute!” Scaramouche cursed, bringing one of his hands up to Sethos' head to grab a handful of hair and pull.
Sethos held back the moan threatening to escape his throat and let out the faintest of laughs instead, starting to move his fingers in and out at a much more merciful pace. “Is that not what you wanted?”
Scaramouche could only look at him, his brain turning to mush at the gentleness of Sethos' actions. His lips were parted as he panted, tongue out except for the times where he swallowed his dripping saliva to try and fail to compose himself. Sethos used his thumb to gently press his clit, adoring how Scaramouche’s eyes rolled back and his legs parted even more, leaning into his touch.
Sethos began kissing Scaramouche all over again. His cheeks, jaw, ears… all of it made the man relax even more with each passing second. Scaramouche limited himself to wrap his arms around the other's neck and lay down, taking everything Sethos had to give him.
It didn’t take long for Scaramouche to loosen up, taking three fingers with little difficulty. Sethos drew his soaked digits out of the man’s pussy, making him whine at the loss. His cock twitched at the sound. Sethos could feel his erected member throbbing, begging to be inside Scaramouche’s warmth. Lining himself up, he pressed the tip against the other’s hole.
“Fuck… Sethos…” Scaramouche let out a breathy whisper. Pulling him closer by the neck to place a soft kiss against his lips. “Doing so well…”
Sethos blushed at the praise. Wanting to hear more of it, he pushed the tip past the ring of muscle, Scaramouche’s insides twitching, tensing and relaxing at the large intruder. His eyes were shut and there was the faintest frown between his brows, so Sethos did his best to stay still and let his boyfriend adjust at his size after it was all in.
“You feel so good…” Sethos praised, kissing the corner of Scaramouche’s eye. The saltiness between his lips made him realize that the man under him had tears threatening to spill. “You doing okay?”
Scaramouche nodded, his breathing shaky. All of the experiences he’s had in the past had been pure sex. Encounters with men that only wanted to use his body without a care or single thought for his physical limits, even if he bled and broke. He didn’t mind it at the time, thinking that at least he was being useful to somebody. Useful in a way that his sister could never be. In this sense, he was better, and that woman he used to call his mother, Ei, never dared to compare the two siblings and say that Scaramouche was the worse one at pleasing men. Even if Shogun was the top student in the entire school and he was the second. Even if she was the best at following orders and made the perfect puppet for their mother to turn into the family business’ heir while Scaramouche was discarded for being too weak. None of that mattered when Scaramouche was in bed with another man that hit him and pushed the air out of his lungs in the most forceful ways possible. He found comfort in the way his brain turned blank, the static sound in his ears as he lost all feeling in his body and he passed out just to wake up alone each morning.
“Scara.” Sethos called out to him, cupping his face and brushing his cheek with his thumb.
Scaramouche slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times so the tears stopped making his vision blurry. Instead, they spilled all the way to his chin and kept traveling down his jaw and neck. All the places Sethos had kissed, now stained with tears. What a waste. He sighed. “Sorry.” He looked away and used the back of his hand to wipe his chin. “I zoned out a bit. Keep going, I’m fine.”
Sethos remained unconvinced, which was evident in both his lack of movement and the worried expression on his face. Having somebody that cared too much was such a bother. Scaramouche knew the only way to please him was to be pleased, and he wasn’t about to start putting on a facade in front of the man he loved. This was love, not sex. Sethos wasn’t one of those men. Instead of meeting his dick, they met properly as classmates, becoming friends and now… this. A relationship built on trust and mutual understanding. It would be unfair for Scaramouche to treat him like he wouldn’t understand his worries even if he stayed the whole night explaining them.
The truth was, he didn’t want to explain them. He wanted to leave everything in the past, to be a new man. Not Ei’s son, but his own person, Scaramouche, completely detached from her.
His tears weren’t a river that reflected his flowing worries and insecurities, leading to an ocean of pain and hurt. On the contrary, they were similar to a soft, gentle rain. The last drops of a storm that has continuously flooded a city and made him stay stuck in his room to avoid the bad weather. When looking into Sethos’ warm eyes, he knew it was safe to go out again. To show the ‘weakest’ parts of him to the sun outside and lay on the growing grass. With Sethos, Scaramouche felt like he could enjoy the warmth of someone’s touch and allow his words to stay in his brain for a bit longer rather than go in one ear and right out of the other. Sethos wasn’t superficial. Sethos wasn’t looking for a one night stand. Sethos didn’t want to hurt him.
Sethos was…
“...a fool.” There was no other reason for him to fall in love with such a stubborn mess of a man. Scaramouche sighed and pulled him closer with both his legs and arms. “I’m fine, I really am. If I weren’t, I’d just leave. I thought you knew that already.” Despite his harsher tone, the kiss he placed on Sethos’ lips remained soft.
“Your mind did leave for a moment… am I so boring you zoned out?” Sethos asked, looking at Scaramouche with the faintest pout.
Scaramouche ruffled his hair, shoving his face lightly so Sethos deleted that pathetically cute expression from his face. “Don’t turn into a helpless puppy now, little bee…”
Sethos blushed at the nickname like it was the first time hearing it. Smiling, he wrapped his arms around Scaramouche’s waist and hugged him, almost crushing him with his whole weight in the process. “I love when you call me that.”
Scaramouche scoffed. “Why?”
“Because nobody else does.”
“That’s enough to make it special? How childish.” Despite trying to fight back, Scaramouche’s heartbeat fastened. The warmth of his cheeks became more noticeable when he closed his eyes to calm down, which only embarrassed him further and made the redness spread all the way to his ears.
“All of you is special to me. Your voice,” Sethos kissed his lips. “Your hands,” Letting the hug loosen, he grabbed one of Scaramouche’s hands and held it, intertwining their fingers, “Your eyes,” They made eye contact, Scaramouche’s purples were sharp compared to Sethos’ calm greens full of affection. “Your skin...” Nonetheless, when touching Scaramouche’s cheek, Sethos realized the effect his words were having on the man. It only increased his happiness. “I feel so grateful I get to hold you this close to me and hear you in ways others wouldn’t even imagine.”
Scaramouche’s heart skipped a beat at the way Sethos’ tone dropped at the end of that sentence. With newfound confidence, he tightened his hole, making Sethos moan at the squeeze he felt around his dick. “Nobody is stupid enough to chase after me with my attitude.” He grinned. “And even if they were, they’re not worthy of witnessing this side of me.”
Sethos laughed under his breath, pressing Scaramouche’s hand against the mattress and grabbing his waist with the other. “So grateful.” He repeated as a form of praise, pulling out until only half of his cock was inside Scaramouche. “May I return the kindness?”
Scaramouche chuckled, squeezing Sethos’ hand playfully. “Don’t disappoint me.”
Sethos wasted no time in slamming back in only to start pulling out once more. Each time the thrusts were longer, deeper, and it drove Scaramouche insane. This man’s physique was no joke, and the fact that he knew how to use it was dangerous.
“You suck me in so good, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out.” Sethos teased.
“Yeah.” Scaramouche shook his head, as contradictory as it was. “Don’t ever pull out. You belong here- in me- okay?”
Sethos smirked and fastened the pace, adoring the way Scaramouche struggled to form a coherent sentence. The eye contact became difficult too, with both of them resisting the urge to roll their eyes back at the pleasure. Still, the way their hair stuck to their foreheads due to the sweat only made the view before them hotter, mesmerizing. It was impossible to look away.
“Mhm-” Sethos hummed a positive reply and nodded, gasping when Scaramouche lifted his hips and started meeting his thrusts halfway. “All yours.”
Their movements became faster, messier, and more needy for each other. The wet sounds of skin against skin resonated all over the room. Scaramouche’s moans and whines became louder and increasingly difficult to control. Sethos wasn’t holding back his grunts either. Reaching his climax, Scaramouche’s back arched as he gasped, burying Sethos’ cock even deeper into his pussy. Sethos kept thrusting, hips stuttering as he came as well with a breathless moan.
As they were catching their breaths, Sethos pulled out and threw the used condom in the nearby trashcan. Then, he laid next to Scaramouche and held his hand, the man facing the ceiling with his gaze fixated on nothing in particular.
Sethos took the moment to admire him once more. Despite how drenched in sweat and other fluids he was, Scaramouche remained stunning in his eyes. His chest rose and fell repeatedly, each time calmer than the last. When Scaramouche looked back at him, there was the slightest hint of surprise, as if he had just discovered a new feeling. Or better put, as if he had learnt that feeling might not welcome negative consequences.
Laying on his side, Scaramouche used his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Sethos’ hair. His touch was gentle, cupping his boyfriend’s chin and guiding their lips together once more in a connection that lasted longer than usual, yet nearly not enough.
“I love you.” Sethos reminded him, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“Yeah.” Scaramouche nodded. “I know.” He answered. This time not as a form of superficial flirting, but to convey how he really had understood the weight of his boyfriend’s words.
“Me too.”