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Normally, he wouldn’t let anyone bring him to somewhere secluded just to tell him something important.
He’s been in this exact situation countless times, and it always ends the same way: with someone crying–bonus points if there’s snot peeking out–and him standing there, stiff and uncomfortable.
It’s awkward and painfully cringey, the kind of memory that brings him chills whenever he randomly remembers those clumsy confessions for him at 2 a.m.
But maybe, he can make an exception this time.
Especially when his best friend, the one he had been pining for since first-year college, is holding his hand while leading them to the rooftop.
This is it, isn’t it? Yuuta, the man of his dreams, is about to confess to him. Should he begin sending out wedding invitations later?
“–umaki-kun?”
Or maybe he should find a venue first? Yeah, definitely the venue first because why would he invite people to nowhere?
“INUMAKI-KUN!”
Toge jolts, snapping out of his daydream. His gaze flies to Yuuta, whose eyes are squeezed shut, hands cupped around his mouth as he calls out to him.
Aww. How can someone be this cute?
He watches Yuuta flutter his eyes open, and the poor man immediately turns beet red when their eyes meet.
“S-sorry,” Yuuta mutters, adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. “I didn’t mean to shout like that. Uhm, we’re here.”
Toge finally looks around, eyes skimming from the rusty railings to the soft sunlight that envelops the bustling city below. He must have been too occupied with their marriage plans that he hadn’t even noticed they stopped walking.
“Don’t worry about it,” Toge signs a reply, schooling his face to look as oblivious as he can. “What are we going to talk about?”
Yuuta takes a deep breath, as though he is bracing himself for the worst.
“Inu- Toge-kun,” he starts, fiddling with the silver ring on his finger. A nervous habit, Toge supposes. “I called you out here b-because.. because I wanted you to know that I like you..”
Jackpot.
“I like you for a while now,” he repeats, more determined this time. “I’m just wondering if… will you have me as your boyfriend?”
God. Finally.
Yuuta has no idea how long he had waited for this very moment. He nearly laughs.
“Thought you’ll never ask,” Toge grins. “Let’s dat-”
Before he could finish his sentence, his face was suddenly shoved to a sturdy chest, strong arms wrapping around his waist.
Huh.
He didn’t know his crush was so jacked underneath his usual white baggy sweaters. Not that he’s complaining.
“Thank you,” Yuuta whispers, hot breath tingling in his ear. “I’m so glad I could finally do whatever I want with you.. especially when you piss me off.”
Toge stills at that, confusion washes over his face. Did he hear it right?
Slowly, he tries to pull back to look at his crush, but a large hand presses firmly against the back of his head, holding him in place.
“I don’t really appreciate when you zone out on me when I’m with you.” He hears the click of a tongue. “Makes me wonder what you’re thinking about, another man perhaps? Heh. That can’t be right, no?”
Yuuta looks down on him with a sharp, unwavering gaze. Toge tries so hard not to flinch and look away, only to hear a low chuckle from the other.
“Oh, baby. Don’t look so scared,” Yuuta purrs, leaning closer to hover his lips against his. “Now that you’re mine, pay attention to me and only me, my boyfriend.”
His mentor once told him that too much screentime from gaming can fry his brain cells. Maybe she was right, he should’ve listened to her then.
Because, god, he could really use a few functioning brain cells right now to defend his honor before he gets officially hailed insane.
“If you accidentally hit your head during training,” Maki starts, not even looking at him as she licks crumbs off her fingers and pops another chip into her mouth. “I can give you a ride to Ms. Shoko.”
Eugh. Can chips fry brains too?
“No, Maki, I swear on my console Yuuta is not who we think he is!”
“Sure, sure,” she waves him off, bored. “I heard you the first time, but unfortunately for you, repeating it won’t make it true.”
“I am literally being for real. You just don’t believe me.”
“Does snagging a long-time crush make a person kinda crazy? Good thing that didn’t happen to me with Nobara.”
“Now you’re just boasting.”
“And you’re lying about him.”
Toge plops his head onto her shoulder in defeat. His sandwich must have gone cold by now, the anime they’re watching is painfully mid, and this conversation is not going anywhere.
Great, just great.
He can’t even blame Maki for not understanding his dire situation; not when he can’t fully explain whatever deal Yuuta has going on with him.
Two and a half months into the relationship, he realized that he wasn’t just imagining the bizarre dip in Yuuta’s confession. It did happen.
At first, he tried to brush it off. It was weird, like really weird, but maybe he was just overthinking it. Maybe it was the nerves from being a new couple. However, Yuuta’s odd behavior became too frequent to dismiss.
Which leads him to this point, taking it upon himself to show the truth to everyone.
And the first of the many was Maki.
“Seriously, dude. Have you seen him?” Maki says, finally turning to look at him like he’s lost it. “Okkotsu looks like the type of man who’d faint if you initiated a hug and die on the spot if you went any further than that."
Yeah right.
Yuuta did melt on him when he hugged him once in a crowded train. They’d been standing and Toge had clung to him like a koala to steady his footing. It sounded sweet if he could look past how his boyfriend started dryhumping him absentmindedly minutes into the embrace. If anything, he’s the one who died there.
“Whatever. I still stand by my claim that he always acts like a dog in heat.”
“Not gonna lie, I think it’s more of a ‘you’ thing.”
Excuse him?!
Ignoring his offended glare, Maki continues sternly, “Go easy on that boy, will you? You’ll corrupt him.”
“But–”
“Toge.”
“Okay.” He sighs, ending the conversation with a puffy pout. He knows a losing battle when he sees one.
He later tries opening up to Panda, then Megumi, then Nobara, then Yuuji, then Mr. Nanami (using a censored version of the story, of course), then even some one-eyed cat from across the street out of sheer desperation.
As it turns out, everyone and their mothers believe Yuuta is just a total nerd who freaks out at anything.
Well, he did think so too at first, but now he knows Yuuta is the freak.
Too bad no one wants to believe him. He is the only one who knows and experiences the truth. A̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶o̶n̶e̶s̶t̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶T̶o̶g̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶s̶t̶a̶r̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶k̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶a̶y̶.
“Don’t think too much. You’ll hurt that pretty little head of yours,” Yuuta murmurs against his skin, leaving a trail of lovebites from his chest up to his neck.
He whacks his mop of black hair out of spite. The man doesn’t even react, too busy licking over the blossoming bruises.
He tries smacking him again, though weaker this time. “I hate you so much.”
“Hey, you don’t mean that,” he sighs, biting his skin deep as a punishment. That stupid mutt. “Have you tried reaching out to Satoru?”
“No, bro. I give up. No one will believe me, so why bother?”
His boyfriend smirks. “Don’t call me bro when you’re leaking from my cu– AUGH! YOU BRAT!”
Looks like a few slaps aren’t enough for that dog.
“What did you do to him this time?” Megumi asks in lieu of greeting. The man drops a few engineering books on Toge’s desk and takes the empty seat across from him.
He barely looks up from his phone, as he could guess where this is going.
“I am innocent of whatever crime you think I did. I’m just chilling here in the library reading sorcerer yaoi.”
Honestly, he thinks nothing bad could ever happen to his boyfriend. If Yuuta locked in, he bet he could execute people for fun.
Not to mention, his man is lucky enough to not feel sore and aching like he does now. Yuuta is fine.
Megumi, on the other hand, is not. Whoever pissed on the man’s coffee is going to pay.
His junior rolls his eyes in response. The nerve. “I hope your yaoi ends their long-standing situationship in front of a KFC later in the story.”
That’s a weirdly specific threat, but he still shivers at the thought.
“Take that back! What are you on?”
“I don’t like that stupid, thinking face you’re making.”
“Do you even like anything?”
“Thanks for asking. I’d like it if Okkotsu stopped sulking,” the porcupine-haired junior glares. “He’s giving bad vibes to my books from all his brooding and if I fail my class, I’ll let my dogs maul you.”
“Nah, I’d win.”
“𝔚𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢, ℑ 𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔫–”
“Alright, alright! I get it!”
He bookmarks his progress in the story and pushes himself out of his seat, heading to the door while throwing a lazy wave for his junior.
Yuuta should be in his club room based on the schedule he had memorized earlier. While he knows Megumi is just concerned for his favorite senior and clubmate, he still has boyfriend duties to do. His yaoi will have to wait.
Peeking through the window, he spots his boyfriend hunched on his desk while scribbling something in his notebook.
If he had to guess, it would probably be doodles of dicks but, of course, he is forced to say “math equations.”
He strides into the room and tries to sneak up behind him, craning his neck for a better look, when Yuuta grumbles, “I am drawing you bald because you’re mean to me.”
His boyfriend turns and sulkily shows him a drawing of a stick figure he has been working on.
Marvelous. He is very bald there, alright. With a cute, flowy skirt too!
“Wow,” Toge deadpans, grabbing a black-inked pen to sketch some hair similar to Yuuta’s. Now the figure looks remarkably emo. “What did I do?”
“You refused for a fourth round,” Yuuta grits his teeth, stopping Toge’s hand from adding more details to the drawing. “I am not done with you yet, you know that.”
Toge scoffs. “You insatiable- We still have classes!”
“So? You can still walk and the hickeys I left aren’t enough to cover your whole neck!”
“Bro, has anyone told you you’re crazy?”
“Crazy for you, yes. And I told you, do not call me br-”
“But I’m not leaking right now, am I?”
“Do not test me, you–”
Yuuta cuts his words off. For a split second, his eyes flicker past Toge’s shoulder. Then he starts… shaking?
What?
Frowning, Toge turns to see what made his boyfriend react that way. Yuuta’s enemy is his enemy, after all. But his eyes only meet the sharp looks the club members are somehow giving him.
That’s odd. They are usually friendly to him.
He was about to ask them if they’re okay when he heard Yuuta sniffling and continued where they left off.
“I j-just want to spend time with you because I.. I miss you so much,” he says, covering his face with trembling hands.
Toge’s head snaps back so fast his neck stings. Oh no.
“Oh my god, Inumaki, why are you making senpai cry?!” someone shrieks.
Shit. He realizes he was too late to understand what’s up.
He frantically raises his hand to explain when another voice beats him up to it, “Dude, leave this place if you're only here to harass our members.”
“N-no, please let him be. It was my fault,” His boyfriend interjects weakly, sniffles growing louder and wetter. “I’m just being selfish to ask for more when he’s busy, so..”
Foul.
He couldn’t do anything but stare at Yuuta incredulously. He only refused for a fourth round because his yaoi dropped a new chapter. It is that serious for him, Yuuta knows that.
And on everyone’s soul, he could see the smug face hiding under those shaking hands, but somehow the people buy his cover-up of acting miserable.
Why can’t people see what he sees?!
As expected, murmurs filled the small clubroom with a few more members approaching his space.
Toge braces himself for a lashing of a lifetime, and as a man with respect, he’d gladly hear them out.
“Man to man, Inumaki.” The club’s resident cool guy begins, flicking his wrist to aura farm. “Never neglect your partner. That’s not cool.”
Toge nods enthusiastically, internally screaming, ‘He’s so cool!’
Another member adds, raising an eyebrow high enough to challenge Mount Everest. “Surely spending an hour with your boyfriend can’t be that hard.”
Toge nods dejectedly. He knows he didn’t do shit, but he feels bad regardless.
Sensing that he seems guilty, a gay clubmate tries to take his chance. “If you can’t treat him right, maybe I can–”
Toge slams his hand on Yuuta’s table, harsher than he was supposed to. He didn’t know why he did that, because, again, he is nothing but a man with respect.
Not until someone tries to snatch his Yuuta, that is.
He hears the club members gasp at the sudden outburst, but he barely minds them. Not when he notices his boyfriend clearly enjoying the scene. That cunning–
Toge wonders whether he should punch the smug look off his face or kick him in the balls for playing dirty with him.
Instead, he fists his boyfriend’s shirt and drags him into a searing kiss. Mine.
“FINE! You win!” He pulls away before his boyfriend can deepen the kiss. “Stay over at my dorm tonight.”
On cue, Yuuta smiles at him sweetly. Too sweet to his liking. His boyfriend looks at his clubmates with pleading eyes, silently asking them to give them some space.
When the others left, Yuuta’s sweet beaming face immediately turned dark.
Ah, there it is.
“Thank you, my love,” he coos, leaning close on the shell of his ear. “Be a good boy for me later, okay?”
If Yuuta wants to play that game, then so be it.
“Anything for you.” Toge purrs back, voice raspy from the prolonged disuse. “You can have me however you like, Yuuda.”
With how dilated his boyfriend’s eyes are, he’s pretty sure he needs to get used to walking with clutches starting tomorrow.
Maybe he shouldn’t bite more than he can chew.
He burst out of the room the moment Mr. Kusakabe dismissed their class. He might have accidentally bumped into a few students, but he’ll apologize tomorrow.
Because right now, he needs to get home.
The wind tickles his face, with how fast his feet lead them to the dorm. He needs time to calm his beating heart because, fuck, he is so fucked.
Throughout their classes, he could feel his boyfriend’s intense stare burning on his back. Yuuta always does that, and he got used to it by now, but something about today makes him squirm in his seat.
He dared to look over his shoulder and, to no one's surprise, Yuuta was already looking at him. Really looking at him, without that pretentious innocent smile on his face.
Without breaking eye contact, Yuuta formed a tight circle using his thumb and index finger, slipping in a reddish pink tongue in between and started fucking the hole.
Shameless. Absolutely shameless.
He keys his door lock with shaky fingers when he finally reaches the familiar threshold. He leans on the wall, hand clutching to his chest where his heart is.
He can’t believe he almost popped a boner just from that. During class, of all places.
Toge half minds if he should get a head start before Yuuta comes in. But speak of the devil and the devil shows himself. His phone buzzes in his pocket.
Yuuta:
Look at you, sprinting straight to the dorm.
Excited much?
Wow, Toge, I’m flattered.
Toge:
ure so annoying.
Yuuta:
You’ll hurt my feelings if you keep saying that. :(
Did you enjoy the show?
I can redo that with your hole.
Toge:
stfu ure giving me a headache
ykw im gonna hit the showers brb
Yuuta:
What.
No, don’t.
Toge:
wdym dont?? im sweaty rn
Yuuta:
Don’t shower.
Please.
Toge:
bye.
Toge pockets his phone, ignoring the onslaught of incoming messages from his boyfriend.
He goes to the dresser to pick some loose clothes to change into and pads to the bathroom. Only in front of the bathroom, specifically. He didn’t even get to touch the door, as he heard a loud, frantic bang on the entrance.
“Inumaki Toge, don’t you dare go in there!” He hears a muffled screech behind the door.
How the hell does he know where exactly he is? Did Yuuta set up a camera here in secret? Huh. He tries to push the door experimentally to confirm his suspicions.
“PLEASE! If you want to bathe that badly, I can do that myself. I’ll lick you clean, I promise!”
Wow, okay. Confirmed. But he’ll have to deal with the hidden camera later.
He steps away from the bathroom, muttering weak complaints under his breath as he heads to the door entrance.
Nasty dog, he thinks, but bears no meaning, especially not when his pulse jumps at the sound of the door rattling again. He is nothing but a weak man when it comes to his boyfriend.
Another bang echoed in his home. “Toge,” Yuuta says behind the door, voice dropping into something rougher and less frantic. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
He rolls his eyes, yanking the door just enough to glare at the other’s dramatics. His feeble attempt to look annoyed fizzled away as his breath hitches upon seeing his man.
Yuuta looked wrecked. Hair a mess, broad chest rising too fast, dark eyes clouded with lust, and locked into him like he’s something to devour.
Not a trace of that mask of a soft, innocent face he likes to wear nor that cocky, annoying bastard he know him to be.
Just pure hunger, leashed on a thin thread of restraint. He couldn’t help but gulp at the stunning sight.
“Took you long enough,” Yuuta breathes, pushing the door open the rest of the way and slipping in hurriedly. As if he’s been fearing that if he goes in seconds late, Toge will shut the door on his face.
Like that will ever happen.
“Yuuda,” Toge starts, but it dies in his throat when his man crowds him back inside, the door slamming shut behind them.
He almost misses the loud click of the lock with the sound of his pounding heart ringing in his ears.
“You always make me chase after you,” Yuuta says, tilting his head, taking a whiff of his neck while his hands wander on his hips, gripping tight. “That’s mean.”
He snorts and looks away, trying to play it off despite the heat coiling in his gut. “You were being weird.”
“Weird?” Yuuta echoes. Amused, he steps closer until there is no space left between them. Toge feels a knee slotting between his thighs, he wills his knees not to buckle. Not yet.
A hand creeps to his jaw, pushing his head to face his lover. “I think the right term is that I’m being generous.”
Yuuta didn’t wait for him to respond. He leans in, lips brushing just shy of his ear. “I gave you a show, remember?”
Toge shudders.
“And you didn’t look away.” His boyfriend continues, almost teasing now. “Not once.”
“That’s because you were being shameless–”
“And you liked it.”
God, he loved it. But there’s no way he’ll ever admit it. He shoves a hand at his boyfriend’s chest instead. “Shut up.”
Yuuta chuckles, catching his wrist to press a light kiss over his quickening pulse.
“That thing you do,” voice dipping again, eyes dragging slowly over Toge’s face like he’s milking every reaction he could get. “Where you act all annoyed but want it as much... it’s really addicting.”
His heart stutters, and seeing Yuuta’s face form a wicked grin tells him he might have given away the reaction the other is waiting for.
And that’s all the invitation Yuuta needs.
His lover captures his lips, one hand sliding up from his waist to the expanse of his chest, pinching his nipples above his shirt just enough to make him jolt.
“Still wanna shower?” Yuuta taunts, voice low.
He swallows. “...maybe.”
Yuuta hums as if weighing the answer, drawing the moment out enough that makes Toge’s breath hitch. “Sure,” he finally says after a beat. “But I meant what I said, baby.”
His thumbs trace slow, deliberate circles against Toge’s hip and nipple. “I’ll take care of you tonight.”
He squirms from the sensation. His mind starts to spin, but he manages to throw one last insult before he loses the battle. “You’re insane.”
And his boyfriend simply smiles, dangerously. “That I am,” he confirms, leaving a wet kiss on his cheek. “But you ran all the way home for me anyway.”
Toge barely has time to process it before Yuuta swoops him off the ground. His hands instinctively fly to Yuuta’s broad shoulders as he’s lifted clean off the floor and pressed back against the wall with a dull thud.
“Yuu–” Toge starts again, but whatever he was going to say melts into a sharp inhale when Yuuta kisses him feverishly while humping him against the wall with his clothed cock.
He latches on to him almost naturally, and spends not much effort to keep up with the other. His body arches like is being pulled onto the endless stream of chaos and lust.
The world narrows to the press of the lips, the hard wall behind him, and the dangerous thrill of being put into submission.
Yuuta eventually leaves his swollen mouth to lap off the sweat trickling on his jaw. Slotting his face against the curve of Toge’s neck, he picks up the pace with now zero restraint.
Moans reverberate through the walls, slicing through the stillness of the dorm. Everything feels on fire, but they are merely moths to a flame.
Their bodies move as one, both feeding in friction and unbidden desire. Toge pushes his hips harder as they go on, bouncing on his lover to meet him halfway.
“That’s better,” Yuuta praises, sounding entirely too satisfied.
He glares down on his boyfriend, or tries to, but it’s hard to keep the expression steady when Yuuta’s manhood is still poking him strong.
Stubbornly, he signs, “Is that all you got?”
“Can you repeat that?” Yuuta grins up at him, mocking.
He grins back, feeling more spiteful, he opts using his voice. “Is that all you–mmph!” His words get cut off when thick, nimble digits enter his mouth.
His moans were muffled on Yuuta’s fingers, vision getting hazier as his man pressed more onto him, holding him in place with only one arm.
Instinctively, he sucks on the two digits and laps his tongue around them. It tastes salty, exactly how he likes it.
Yuuta hums when a drool trickles on the corner of his mouth. Thumbing it to wipe it off his chin.
“Good job,” Yuuta praises with a smirk, pulling his slicked fingers away to pry Toge’s pants open.
He groans as his cock springs free from its confines, beading with precum. Yuuta smears it with his slick fingers on his shaft.
“Not enough,” his lover whispers to himself, spitting on his hand to lubricate Toge’s length with a tentative squeeze.
Toge grips Yuuta’s shoulders tighter, legs tensing where they’ve hooked in. Yuuta pumps his cock while he messily humps on his clothed hole.
“Say it,” Yuuta breathes, dragging his mouth down his jaw. “Say you want me.”
He only chokes a sob. Mind too fuzzy to formulate a response, too overwhelmed by feeling everything at once.
“Look at me.”
Toge doesn’t.
And like clockwork, Yuuta freezes. Not completely yet the air turns electric, heavy, and unbreathable. Toge chokes again as his brain blares a loud warning sign: Danger.
But he has always been a little too hardheaded for his own good. He grabs Yuuta’s collar to pull back into a sloppier kiss, teeth clashing and tongue dancing against each other.
He became more desperate, more reckless in his technique. Yuuta understands what he is trying to convey, so he laughs in between his warm breaths.
“There you are,” Yuuta whispers, giddy. “I thought I lost you.”
“That’ll never happen.” He finally finds himself saying.
Yuuta exhales sharply. “You really are trouble, you know that?”
Toge grins, bucking his hips rougher against the hand wrapping him. “Your trouble.”
“Yeah,” Yuuta says. “All mine.”
It didn’t take long to spill his seeds on his boyfriend’s hand. His body trembles, head bobbing from feeling lightheaded.
“Hey,” Yuuta nudges him, licking his fingers clean from cum. Toge decides not to address it. “Don’t sleep on me yet, baby.”
“As if. I feel sweaty and sticky now, though. Thanks to you.”
“Then we’ll move.”
Surprise flickers across his face when Yuuta pushes off the wall, still holding him, as he carries him across the room like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Toge considered chiding his lover for not putting him down on the floor, but quickly trashed the thought away.
If his knees suddenly turn wobbly, Yuuta will become ten times more annoying than he already is. He’ll allow him just this once.
“Bathroom’s there. You can put me on the side.”
“Eh, no.” Yuuta replies breezily, walking past the bathroom door and heading straight to the bedroom.
“I want to clean myself. I feel icky.”
His boyfriend bumps the bedroom door open. He pauses inside, adjusting his hold on Toge before finally looking up at him again.
“That you will, princess.”
He narrows his eyes, ignoring the flutter on his stomach over the nickname. “This is not the bathroom.”
Yuuta smiles, innocently and absolutely unfair. “I can help you clean yourself in any place, Toge.”
His boyfriend steps forward, easing Toge down the bed softly. Yuuta follows him immediately, caging him like he never intends to let him slip out.
“I told you, didn’t I? I’ll lick you clean more than running water could ever wash,” Yuuta adds, stripping off their clothes.
Toge huffs, trying to recover some dignity when his cock twitches with interest. “...you’re disgusting.”
“Mhm,” Yuuta hums, leaning so close that Toge can feel the words more than he hears them. “You don’t seem like you mind.”
He opens his mouth to argue but nothing comes out. Because Yuuta is giving him that look again. The one that is too intense and a little unhinged in a way that makes his stomach flip.
“Relax,” Yuuta murmurs, peppering his face with light kisses. “I’ve got you.”
Toge exhales slowly, capturing his wandering lips to kiss him fully. “You better.”
Yuuta’s smile turns warm this time. “Always do.”
Toge returns the warmth with a grin before covering his eyes with his palms, a habit he does to brace himself in anticipation of what is yet to come.
He expects Yuuta to go straight to business like he always does whenever they spend the night together. He’d pump some lube-slicked fingers to loose his clenching hole then his fucks him into oblivion like an alpha in rut.
But Yuuta does none of that. Not now anyway. If anything, he slows down. Like he’s in no rush anymore and finally has all the time in the world.
His boyfriend savors his time nipping and licking his skin, leaving no area neglected from his touch. It was far different from the intensity he’s used to, but his body reacts positively regardless.
“You know,” Yuuta drawls, lifting his head to peer on his face. “I like staring at you.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed. The camera too, you weirdo.”
Yuuta pauses, searching for something on his face then barks a loud laugh. “Thank you for letting this weirdo have his way on you then.” He says, almost relieved, tongue wandering with intention now on his skin.
Yuuta pays attention closely to where Toge shudders and then goes back to the same spot to watch him squirm again. He tries to fight off the feeling, but his resolve progressively wavers as Yuuta goes on.
“You’re doing that on purpose.”
“Yeah, and you keep reacting deliciously. Amazing.” He observes, as though he’s etching the places in his mind. “Even when you try not to.”
“I do not–”
Yuuta suddenly pressed a finger hard on the side of his torso, and a high-pitched moan came in next. Both of them flinch, but Toge recovers first. He has to.
“Not a word.”
Yuuta ignores him, awestruck by his discovery. “I'm glad I know that now. How come I've never noticed before?”
He didn’t bother answering him. He just shoots his lover an unimpressed look, but his ears redden all the same.
“Baby, you’re so cute,” He coos, finger lingering on the spot lightly. “All squirmy and defensive, but you never stop me.”
Toge swallows, mouth dry. “Maybe I should.”
Yuuta’s finger lightly presses on the spot, just enough to hold him there with a silent challenge. “Then do it.”
He hesitates, and that’s enough answer for his lover. Yuuta smirks, shaking his head. “I know you won’t.”
“...you’re annoying.”
“And you’re still here.” He leans and kisses the shell of his ear, voice rough. “Still letting me touch you like this.”
“You’re being weird again.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He chuckles, gently flipping Toge to his stomach and raises his hips. “Stay like that for me, yeah?”
He nods, settling into a more comfortable position before he feels a lingering kiss pressed against his sensitive spot. And another one follows, then another.
Each kiss is featherlight, trailing lower in a teasing path until his lover’s lips reach his clenching hole.
Yet he didn’t feel anything
Toge realizes that Yuuta had paused abruptly, making him hyperaware of everything. The warm breath hovering close, the absence of touch, and the anticipation tightening his chest. It was intentional, cruel even.
It makes him feel somehow embarrassed and self-conscious. He just hopes Yuuta is not staring at it, but hoping something normal out of his boyfriend would be futile.
When he starts getting suspicious, a tongue suddenly probes his rim and nudges further to swirl in his walls. It starts slowly, almost tormenting, as if Yuuta is dedicated to keeping him on edge.
His back arches and slips out a broken sob. He can feel Yuuta grin on his skin then makes quick work with his tongue again. Fucking him, slurping him like how he did in that tight circle during class.
Heat coils tighter in every passing second until he can’t focus on anything else anymore. Only that he’s almost there.
A hand suddenly closes around his length, pushing a thumb on the slit when he starts trembling more. “Save it,” Yuuta says simply, “Cum with my cock.”
Yuuta didn’t waste time. He hears a cap open, and rhythmic flaps against skin.
He tries peering over his shoulder to watch the show, but his head instinctively snaps against the pillow when a cold lube prods his walls. Pumping in him, one digit turns into three, loosening his hole with experienced fingers.
“You still okay there?”
Toge shudders, “Yes.”
Yuuta hums, sheathing his cock to his gaping hole, stretching him out further with a familiar burning sensation.
He hears his lover mutter a shaky curse before rocking him in a controlled, steady pace that Toge likes.
“Y-you feel so good, baby.” Yuuta breathes, voice strained. “You feel how well you’re taking me?”
Toge only nods in acknowledgement, muffling the moans on the pillow with his tight hands while his vision starts to swim.
His lover exhales sharply, “Look at me when you nod.”
When he doesn’t move, Yuuta merely scoffs. “My love, don’t hide from me now.”
He only presses his face deeper into the pillow, blinking and wiping the tears clean off his face.
A hint of annoyance crosses Yuuta’s expression. “If you don’t stop that, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens next.”
Yuuta presses a finger hard on the sensitive spot while slamming his cock balls deep onto him in an attempt to hear him.
It pulls a sharp wail out of Toge before can stop it, fists tightening on the sheets beneath him.
But Yuuta did not stop his relentless pace. It was as if he finally lost his control, his composure, only moving purely on instinct.
“Yu-Yuuda” Toge gasps, his tears keep on flowing on his cheeks. He adjusts his body to look at his lover. “You’re too much.”
Yuuta stills immediately. He leans on his shoulder to check on him, but not bothering pulling out his throbbing cock.
“Hey,” he calls, voice low. “Breathe for me.”
Toge exhales shakily, tears continue to slip down as he tries to steady himself.
“You’re okay,” Yuuta murmurs, grinding gently on him. “I’m sorry.”
His hand reaches to cradle Yuuta’s face for a brief moment before urging him to continue. His lover merely sighs at the gesture.
“You trust me that much, huh?” Yuuta says, quietly.
Toge gives the smallest nod, but mischief glints in his eyes.
“Thrust me as much as I trust you.”
“As you wish, princess.”
Yuuta eases forward again. Keeping the control but pounding heavier still. The bed creaks beneath them, echoing every moment through the room.
“You’d tell me if you want me to stop.” Yuuta mumbles, tone laced with inkling concern.
“Of course,” he reassures. “But now I’m telling you to keep moving. Less talk, more fucking.”
Yuuta’s grip tightens more at that. He is pretty sure he will be covered with bruises, yet he’d thank his lover for giving his pale skin some colors.
As obedient as a dog, Yuuta stops talking. He focuses on turning his thrusts sharper and precise with his thick cock hitting straight to where the pleasure bleeds.
Toge scrambles to hold onto something to keep himself composed. But his breathing gives away as it turns more uneven, shallow pulls of air that don’t quite fill his lungs.
His head rests flatly on the pillow, eyes rolling and mouth hanging open. He’s too far gone to mind the disgusting mix of tears and saliva pooling on the fabric.
“Hey,” Yuuta calls, pulling his hair and keeping his head off the pillow. “Cum with me.”
He wills all his strength to nod, pushing his hips harshly against Yuuta’s cock. It was a silent plea, ‘Don't pull out.’
Yuuta leans on Toge’s back in easy understanding, wrapping his arms around his lean torso. He starts spilling his seed inside at the same time as him soiling the sheets.
His lover continues his thrusts with a shallow, desperate pace as he chases ecstasy, and Toge does all the same as he pushes his hips against him.
Both of them collapsed after the very last drop of their cums. Yuuta stays draped over him for a moment longer than necessary. The man shifts slightly to sniff him and leave lazy kisses on his nape.
Toge turns his face with a tired huff, nudging Yuuta to get off him. But the annoying lover just nudges back and gives him a playful bite on his shoulder.
Then, slowly and reluctantly, Yuuta pulls out and shimmies to his side with a boyish grin. “I think you love me,” he says, giggling.
He exhales through his nose, shifting his body to face Yuuta. “Yes, I do.”
Yuuta blinks and innocently asks, “Love me enough for another round?”
That earns Yuuta a death glare. “I’ll kill you myself.”
Yuuta makes a sound like a wounded puppy, and pushes himself upright. Still humming to himself, he stumbles off the bed to grab some fresh clothes and towels in Toge’s dressers.
When he comes back, his expression becomes softer around the edges. He sits beside Toge and makes quick work in gently wiping off the jizz on him.
“Is this alright?” Yuuta asks, kneading him to relieve some tension on his muscles.
Toge gives him a small nod, already sinking into the mattress as exhaustion catches up on him.
Yuuta studies him for a second, then kisses his forehead. “Good.”
His boyfriend continues cleaning him, assisting him in wearing sleepwears, and giving him a quick massage. Once Yuuta’s satisfied with his work, the man tilts his head.
“Do you want me to carry you while I change the sheets?”
He narrows his eyes immediately. “Is this your excuse to carry me?”
“No...?”
Toge pouts and keeps staring.
“Okay, yes, it is an excuse,” Yuuta sighs, admitting his hidden agenda quite easily. “Don’t look at me like that, I’ll get excited again.”
“Shut up,” Toge clicks his tongue. He taps the space beside him. “Stay here. We’ll deal with the bedsheet tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Yuuta chuckles, settling back down with his arms reaching to hold him close.
“G’night, Yuuda,” Toge mumbles, already half gone.
Yuuta hums. “Sleep well, my Toge.”
The first thing Toge notices when he wakes up is the warm weight blanketing his body.
He blinks slowly, vision blurred with sleep. He tries shifting his body away from the weight, only to realize exactly why he can’t move.
An arm is slung across his waist like a steel bar, one leg hooked over his own, his back pressed flush against a very awake and very clingy–
“Yuuda,” he croaks. His human blanket pulls him closer in response.
“Good morning.”
Toge squeezes his eyes shut then shifts his body slightly facing the other. “I can feel it poking between my thighs."
“Don’t worry about it,” his lover murmurs, bucking his hips lightly. “Little Yuuta knows you're tired.”
That is not little, but whatever. He lets out a slow, pained exhale, as he pries Yuuta’s hold loose.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Yuuta whines, refusing to let him go.
“The bathro–” He falters when he notices the other grin. “I swear to god, Yuuta, no more.”
“No more,” Yuuta assures, nuzzling closer just to be annoying. “Just stay, please.”
Toge ponders for a half a second, then stays as he has been told. “Only for five minutes.”
“Thank you, baby.”
“Stop sniffing me.”
“You like it.”
“I don’t.
“Liar.”
Toge clicks his tongue, but there’s no real heat behind it. Mostly because he does like it more than he likes to admit and Yuuta’s grip, while unrelenting, feels like home.
“You’re suffocating me.” He complains anyway.
“You’re fine.”
“I can’t feel my legs.”
“Nevermind that when I can carry you around. One arm or two, you choose.”
“You’re the worst.”
Yuuta grins and leans in to kiss his shoulder. “You didn’t say that last night.”
“Really? I don’t remember.”
“Oh?” Yuuta perks up, invisible tail wagging from behind as his interest piqued in the worst possible way. “So you’re saying if we recreate the same conditions–”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”
Yuuta laughs, completely unbothered. Hair sticking out in different directions, eyes soft but still carrying the same knowing edge from last night.
“You’re replaying it in your head, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.”
“Pervert.”
“Only for you.”
Toge groans and slaps Yuuta’s hold away. “Okay, that’s enough. Time’s up.”
“Can I come with you to the bathroom?”
“Don’t even think about it.”
Yuuta uncharacteristically hesitates. Toge instantly regrets his words. Was he too harsh on him?
“I think Little Yuuta is kind of excited now.” Yuuta blushes, and immediately raises his hands in surrender. “I’ll just take care of it myself, I promise. As you said, no more.”
“You’re impossible.” He elbows him, ignoring the embarrassing squeak his boyfriend let out. “Let’s go.”
Yuuta raises his fist in the air, victorious.
The walk to school is a mistake. Toge realizes this approximately three steps out of his dorm. He considers skipping school, but that will only invite Yuuta to pester him the whole day.
“I hate you,” he signs, tugging his collar up for what has to be the tenth time. It still does nothing.
Walking beside him is Yuuta, who looks so damn proud and beaming. His eye twitches for the other’s audacity.
“Why are you not hiding yours?”
Yuuta blinks at him, tilting his head like the questions genuinely confuses him. “Hiding what?”
“Don’t play with me,” Toge scolds, pointing a finger on one of the many obvious hickeys branded on his uncovered neck.
Yuuta glances down at himself, standing a little straighter to show more of them. “Oh, these?”
“Yes, those. The very visible evidence of your lack of shame.”
“You did those.”
“I know I did those,” Toge slaps his boyfriend’s arm. “But that’s not the point!”
Yuuta grins, warm and infuriating. “Then why would I hide them?”
He wants to strangle Yuuta so badly, The Simpsons-style. “Because people have eyes.”
“Good,” Yuuta says simply.
“...good?”
“Yeah.” His steps come to a halt and lean into Toge, voice dropping just enough to make his ears burn. “So that they’ll know I am yours.”
He shoves him back immediately. Turning away and starting to walk faster, only to regret it quickly when his step stutters.
Yuuta wolf-whistles behind him. “Aww, you’re limping,” he giggles.
“I am not.”
“You are.”
“Nuh uh.”
“Yuh uh,” Yuuta teases, then adds casually, “Want me to carry you?”
Toge stops dead in his tracks. “In public?!” he hisses, hand flying to smack Yuuta but his boyfriend effortlessly catches his wrist.
“Yeah.” Yuuta considers it, “Unless you want me to carry you only during sex, then that’s fine.”
He groans, kicking Yuuta’s leg before storming off. He can hear his boyfriend’s loud, ugly cackles and he forces his face not to smile at that.
By the time they reach campus, he has committed acting like a celebrity in disguise.
Black mask: Check.
Hoodie covering his head: Check.
Sunglasses: Check
Bodyguard trailing behind him: Not check.
Yuuta, his supposed bodyguard, looks like he’s on a casual morning stroll. Completely unbothered with the students’ curious gaze on his neck.
He grabs and pulls his man’s sleeve when they reach their classroom to heed a warning. “At least pretend to hide them, you shameless mutt.”
Yuuta looks down on him, adjusting his thick nerdy frame with a pout. “Meanie.”
He rolls his eyes and steels himself not to fall for his charming trap. If he won’t cover it up, he’ll have to do it himself.
As he reaches to adjust Yuuta’s collar, the man suddenly squeals, “Toge-kun, you’ll tear off my shirt! Nghh~ We’re both boys!”
“What the hell are you yapping about? Stop moving!”
“I-Inumaki-kun, please! There are people here!”
Toge freezes, realization dawning on him. Ah, I see. This doesn’t look good, his mind lamely supplies.
Before he can retract his hand and pretend nothing happened, a sharp voice cuts in.
“Toge.”
Oh, god, he’s ready. He’s coming up there.
Slowly, he turns. Their friends are already there with judging stares.
He coughs. “...good morning.”
Maki crosses her arm with a raised brow. “What are you doing to Okkotsu?”
“Ah! T-there was a bug on my collar,” Yuuta answers for him, hands gesturing wildly as he explains. “Toge was just helping me to get rid of it.”
“Really now.” Eyes shooting a knowing glare on Toge, not buying Yuuta’s bluff but decides to drop it there.
He thought he’s off the hook from everyone until Panda’s eyes flicker to the hickey peeking from his hoodie and to Yuuta’s not very much hidden ones.
“...Yuuta,” Panda begins carefully. “Why are you not even trying to cover those?”
“Oh.” Yuuta blinks, oblivious. “Toge not told me not to.”
Toge chokes on air, and Yuuta continues to push him off the cliff.
“He said he likes it when people can see,” he says, blushing. “So I thought I should leave them.”
“I did not say that!”
Maki ignores Toge’s exclaim, pulling out the arnis she’s carrying on her back. “Come here, you little–”
He shrieks, running straight toward Panda’s back as a makeshift shield, and his most trusted furry understands the assignment quickly.
“Maki, put that down.” Panda urges, then looks over his shoulder to Toge, “You’re making him show them off? How bold.”
“I am not making him do anything! He’s the one–” He falters when he sees Yuuta look at him, eyes wide and curious.
And his hesitance is the last nail of his coffin. Maki and Panda exchange looks and whispers among themselves.
“Yuuta was so pure, but he..,” Panda mourned.
“Toge really deserves some beating,” Maki muses.
“Hey, I can hear you!”
Ignoring him, Maki puts a hand on Yuuta’s shoulder. Giving him an encouraging, comforting squeeze, “You don’t have to listen to him.”
Toge stares in disbelief. “What do you mean he doesn’t have to–”
“I chose to,” Yuuta says softly, sweet words piercing his chest.
Oh, he’s really asking for it.
“Toge,” Maki faces him fully with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t think you’d corrupt him this far.”
“I told you, I didn’t corrupt him! He was already–”
His eyes flicker on his lover, who’s smiling at him, menacingly. “THAT. Look at him!” He points at him wildly. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. He’s like that! Always BEEN like that!”
Their friends look at Yuuta, then back at Toge, clearly unamused. “Uh, what are we looking at exactly?” Panda asks.
Toge groans, running a hand through his hair. “Nevermind, I’m out.”
He turns to storm off and regrets it, for the second time, when his step falters. Again.
“Careful,” Yuuta whispers, hand instantly snaking on his waist to steady him. “Why don’t we head to the nurse’s office, so you can rest up?”
Honestly, he likes the sound of that now so simply nods. His boyfriend then makes a quick trip to inform their friends and teachers then goes back to him.
“Ready to go?” Yuuta asks, offering an arm with a dorky grin.
He clings on the arm by instinct, and lets his man lead the way.
“You’re still hiding it on purpose.” Toge says as they enter an unusually empty room, the door clicking shut behind them a little too loudly in the stillness.
Yuuta glances at him, soft but unmistakably pleased. “Yeah.”
Toge exhales through his nose. “You’re a menace.” He shoves his lover’s shoulder as he passes, dropping onto the clinic bed with a huff.
Yuuta follows immediately. His hands land on either side of Toge’s thighs, caging him without quite touching. “Only because you like it.”
“What?”
“You like it,” Yuuta repeats, leaning in to brush a kiss at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t bother saying more.
Toge scoffs, jabbing a finger into his chest, “Why would I like it when you lie to everyone. You act all sweet and innocent and–”
“And you’re the only one who knows this side of me?” Yuuta finishes for him, eyes glinting.
Oh.
He hates how true that sounds.
Yuuta’s smile turns downright sinful. “You like being the only one, don’t you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Really?” Yuuta chuckles, darkly. “Mind explaining the tent in your pants then?”
Holy shit.
Toge shrieks, flustered. He grabs a pillow and smacks Yuuta square in the face. “Stop looking at it!”
Yuuta, completely unfazed, pulls the pillow away and shamelessly stares at it harder. “I’m just saying. If it’s this bad, maybe you do like it.”
He makes a strangled noise and lowers his head. “I’ll never convince anyone again. Next time they say you’re the personified sunshine, I’m agreeing.”
“Sure, you do that.” Yuuta says easily and pushes him back down onto the bed with him. “Then I’ll do this,” hand snaking inside his pants, “With Little Toge.”
Toge groans, muttering something that sounds like surrender. He chastises himself. No more, his ass.
As if reading his mind, Yuuta wonders like he remembers something important, “Oh right! You told me no more, right? I can leave.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Toge groans again, flicking his boyfriend’s forehead. “I’m never winning against you, am I?”
“Not a chance.”
He huffs, a smile creeping on his face. “Yeah, I knew that for a while now.”
“Sure you do,” Yuuta smiles at him, eyes heavy lidded. “My biggest enabler.”