[ It takes so long for Takumi to make any sound at all that Eito grows more than a little concerned. When he finally does break the silence, Takumi will be able to feel the shaky exhale Eito releases. They're so, so close—Eito barely knows how or when it happened. One moment he was hoisting Takumi's leg up, and the next, all of Takumi's remaining limbs were wound around him like he's some sort of octopus.
But this newfound closeness, it's—it's beyond anything Eito has ever experienced or even hoped to experience before. Between that emotional heaviness and Takumi attempting to shift like that, the barrage of stimulation has Eito feeling like maybe he's going to die.
It's no small miracle he's able to respond at all, even though it's only to the latter comment. The idea of being big enough to literally break Takumi is more arousing than it has any right being, probably. ]
Tch... There's no way I would cum that fast...
[ You can hear the metaphorical eye roll in his voice, which is little more than a murmur. With Takumi's face pressed into his collarbone, Eito turns his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of Takumi's ear. ]
Although, I am curious to hear more about this punishment of yours.
[ Of course he is. The chitchat makes this whole scenario that much more comfortable, less uncharted territory to navigate. ]
Is this your way of trying to talk dirty in bed? You'll have to do better than that.
[ And then, just when Takumi may have finally acclimated to the weight of him, Eito moves again, burying himself that much deeper. Almost all the way, now—Takumi could easily grind down to take him that little bit more, if he wanted to, until Eito is buried up to the hilt. He stills again, managing to withhold any sounds this time, but instead, his arms find themselves fitting around Takumi properly.
How utterly surreal, to hold someone. To be held. To be slotted together in every sense of the word. ]
[ of course the thought of breaking takumi would turn eito on. it always has.
red in the face and utterly dizzy, those last few inches briefly take the wind out of takumi's sails. he more tense than he thinks he has ever been in life, and yet he can't stop quivering, either. it feels like eito's dick is in his stomach, which is as terrifying as it is arousing; he didn't think he was this far gone when it came to enjoying a bit of pain. and for a moment, there's another lack of response as takumi tries to gather his wits and remember to breathe.
breathe.
breathe, sumino.
curly, red strands tickle eito's jaw as takumi nestles in further. ]
...I still haven't... taken your mouth. I could do that.
[ a second threat, though it's delivered in a strained voice and between shallow pants. takumi makes sure to clamp down on eito, too, flexing despite the sear. if takumi thinks eito's length is just about unbearable, then the same can be said for how tight takumi himself is. ]
Do you think you could handle that, Aotsuki...?
[ eito's name unfortunately wavers, and takumi has to huff to try and maintain his stance. ]
[ A strained gasp slips past his lips when Takumi deliberately clenches around him. The tightness is impossible to describe, pleasurable but tipping just past the edge of discomfort. No ridiculous metaphor could even hope to encapsulate just how physically overwhelming it is to be fully sheathed inside Takumi. ]
Oh, please. Disappoint you? We haven't even, hah, started...
[ The idea of taking Takumi into his mouth is not where his mind needs to be right now, especially because no, he probably couldn't handle it. With a huff of mock annoyance, he leans to nip at Takumi's earlobe. ]
I can hardly believe how greedy you are.
[ With a great, shuddering breath, Eito tries moving, grinding up against Takumi's inner walls. Every single pulse of heat fuels his urgency, the mindless and animalistic desire to split Takumi open and leave him incoherent. Not yet, though. Soon. ]
[ takumi really is a prey animal. he reacts with fearful aggression, but will cuddle closer for reassurance and safety, breathing in eito's scent and letting it chase away his anxieties. eito's little nip to his ear causes him lightly shiver, and he eventually leans back enough to peer into his face again. familiar, soft cheeks are flushed red; eito really does look as overwhelmed as takumi himself feels. that seems to soothe some of takumi's frustration, and unintentionally relaxes in eito's grip. ]
I'm not. [ his denial is petulant and cute, a breathy, pleasured sound leaving him afterwards once eito moves forward. takumi doesn't think when he tilts his hips to allow eito a better angle; it comes instinctually. ] You're the greedy one...
[ his nails drag an increment down eito's muscled back. small pink scores follow in their wake. ]
But... I want it... even though it's too much. I want you, Aotsuki.
[ takumi's wavering admission causes heat to blossom in his belly. for as much trouble eito causes for him, it's been this way from the beginning—he seeks eito's attention, desires his kindness and his affections. takumi doesn't think he deserves it, exactly, but he yearns for it deep in his core. the fact eito has him now feels almost unreal. ]
[ Each new, eager movement Takumi makes lights Eito's nerves on fire all over again, but Takumi's sweet, gentle, honest words are what will be the actual death of him. His back arches as Takumi's nails rake down the skin, a pleased hum rising from his throat. ]
Our capacity for greed must be equal, then.
[ Since Takumi so kindly shifted his hips to better accommodate him, Eito wouldn't want to leave him waiting much longer when he's clearly adjusting well enough to Eito's size. With Takumi clinging on to him so tightly, it's a simple matter for Eito to rearrange his arms again, bracing his hands on either side of Takumi's head against the mattress before slowly rocking into him once, twice. The mattress dips and creaks with his movements. ]
I'm yours, Takumi-kun. Even if you change your mind about this one day, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. You had your chance before.
[ Once upon a time, Eito would have left him alone, had Takumi earnestly asked. But no. Takumi had kindly given him a chance to prove himself, and now, here they are. Eito would, quite literally, do anything for him.
Still searching for that right angle, Eito draws back, sliding out of Takumi for a beat before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips, jostling the smaller body wrapped around his own. ]
[ the initial sear is lessening. takumi still feels as though he's being pulled taut, but it's less of a matter of thinking he'll split in two and more that he is on the precipice of something too good to be true. he is in an unavoidable situation where eito will continuously grind against the wall lining his prostate because he is as big as he is, thus causing takumi's lashes to flutter and his spine to arch. the subsequent pangs are dizzying.
the mixture of affectionate dialogue between them and eito securing takumi closer to his chest leaves takumi feeling hopelessly infatuated. he'll tell himself later that being so overwhelmed is the reason why his voice pitches up as high as it does after eito's first deliberate thrust. ]
Aotsuki... [ he whines, shuddering. ] Again... Do it again.
[ eito's diligent care is showing its results. rather than being in discomfort and softening out of displeasure, takumi's cock rests heavy and flushed against his belly. precum has saturated the head and the skin beneath. ]
[ Up until this moment, he never thought hearing his name on someone's lips could sound so beautiful. Eito has never been more aroused in his life, and the feeling grows headier and more intoxicating with every passing moment. How is this even real? ]
If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
[ the next two thrusts scatter the barely formulated thoughts in takumi's head. he couldn't think even if he wanted to, not with eito stirring him, filling him up so deeply that takumi wouldn't be surprised if there was a subtle rise beneath his belly. his entire body is feverishly hot, and he figures that if he touched his cock now, he might accidentally cum just from the slightest of stimulation. that doesn't stop takumi from envisioning a reality where eito does touch him, however; they'd been neglecting his dick up until this point. what would eito think if he knew how wet takumi was?
helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
the deliberate and careful way in which eito had been fucking him open is abandoned in favor of ruthlessly driven thrusts, each one scrambling takumi's brain further and making him stupider. he truly tried to stifle his moaning at first, but humiliating noises are being forced out of him now, a string of ah ah Aotsuki more good Aotsuki harder please spilling free and filling the heated space between them. takumi didn't know he could sound like this, debauched, if not utterly wanton.
his voice, once boyish, low, has transitioned into something moist and honeyed by the time eito fondles his cock. ]
'm sorry, [ takumi slurs, head lolling to one side as he helplessly jolts into eito's hand. his resistance to grinding upwards cause his inner thighs to quiver. takumi also hates the fact he just gets more turned on hearing the slick sound between eito's fingers. ] You didn't—mmh, have to t-touch me—
[ despite his self-deprecation, takumi thinks he'll die if eito doesn't stroke him properly. a fresh bead of precum pearls in his desperation. ]
But—if you do, I'll—
[ he doesn't finish his sentence, ending it instead with a pathetic whine. ]
[ It's filthy and lurid and music to his ears. All of it—the wanton cries of his name, the wet, slick sounds echoing off the walls, their ragged breathing, everything. ]
But you're practically begging to be touched. The way you're soaking my sheets with your bodily fluids right now proves it.
[ Eito uses his thumb to smear the fresh precum around with a mildly amused grin. Of course, he knows Takumi won't last if he jerks him off in earnest. That's why he restrains himself to lazy, careless flicks of his thumb, just on the edge of teasing. If Takumi starts trembling a little too much, he'll simply pull away, still his hips, and then start all over again with another barrage of stimulation the second Takumi calms down.
Not that Eito is unaffected by this. No, far from it. He wants to do everything he can to make it last, but he can feel the pleasure beginning to mount, too. Low gasps and high-pitched moans are interspersed between sentences, ones he doesn't bother trying to hold back. Takumi has heard it all already. ]
Ahh, if only you could see yourself... I don't need vision to know exactly how you look right now. Desperate, needy Takumi-kun, drooling and ruined. What would the others say, if they knew their precious Team Leader was nothing more than an incoherent mess?
[ The words flow out of him, a stark contrast to their affectionate back-and-forth from not long ago. This is, in its own twisted way, just as affectionate and loving, if not more so. Eito is well aware that Takumi likes this, could easily get off to it even if Eito wasn't buried inside him. ]
Hehe... But, don't worry. No one else will ever see you like this.
[ And Eito is all too happy to punctuate that with an equally-punishing thrust, paired with a sharp twist of his hand around Takumi's leaking cock. ]
[ eito's affectionate degradation and the illustration he paints of takumi potentially being seen like this—knees bent towards his chest and rim stretched thin, his cock drooling on his belly as he deliriously begs for eito to fuck him—sends a pang of panic through his body. it'd be bad; they'd lose all respect for him. he'd never be able to look them in the eyes again, let alone command them in battle. and yet, the humiliation feeds right into his masochistic streak. takumi fiercely clenches down on eito and chokes up.
he doesn't get a chance to protest, however, not when eito decides to assault him with a well-timed thrust and firm twist of the hand. takumi squeezes his eyes shut just as they roll back into his head. he is distantly aware he cries out, staggered and much too loud. was it eito's name? something incomprehensible?
...it'd be a miracle if no one outside heard it. ]
Ah... Ao—tsuki, [ takumi tries, and then he blearily flutters open his lashes to look up again. he sounds as though he's on the verge of tears. maybe he is, what with how the corners of his eyes are already wet with them. ] No one can see me like this... It's embarrassing. It has to be you.
[ daringly and without permission, he reaches down to grasp the back of eito's hand. then, with a hesitance too cute for his current position, he gently encourages eito to stroke him. takumi lifts his hips just a little in response and whimpers. he's saturated both himself and eito. ]
[ In contrast to his cruel, mocking tone, Eito kindly follows Takumi's lead and strokes him with a steady hand. His other hand caresses Takumi's cheek, gentle and adoring, thumbing his tears away. ]
He has no idea what possesses him to do it. He just—wants to. Takumi is so cute like this, so desperate and needy, he really can't help himself. It's chaste, and there's no tongue involved, but the taste is still awful.
There's feeling behind it, though. Things Eito doesn't know how to put into words. ]
T-Takumi-kun...
[ Takumi's name comes out as a breathy murmur against his lips, his hips still moving sloppily as he continues to stroke him. The touch is still gentle, but firm, with just the right amount of pressure. ]
I-I—
[ He won't last, but Takumi has to come first. It's only right. Eito promised to take care of him, to make this special. ]
[ takumi's overcome with a rush of exhilaration, brows briefly drawing up as eito clumsily presses their lips together. it doesn't matter to takumi that isn't deep nor searching; no, it's more than enough. beyond that. they had just barely glimpsed into their alternate lives, but the fact that this one, at last, had some sort of resolution—takumi thinks there's a part of him that's been healed.
his expression softens, and he smiles against eito despite the small bit of distance redrawn between them. everything feels warm. and when eito moves—takumi comes undone so effortlessly, perfectly pliable and welcoming. ]
I know, [ he breathes. takumi's voice pitches when he continues, lashes flutter and body becoming taut. ] Please—inside—
[ a final stroke has him spilling onto his belly with a lovely moan. ]
[ As soon as he feels Takumi clench around him, hearing the lovely sound of his climax, Eito lets go, grinding into Takumi with a few final, abortive thrusts, each one a little more shallow than the last.
And then... it's all over. There's a ringing in his ears as his awareness trickles back in waves. Gradually, his ragged panting quiets and his breathing evens out. Rather than giving in to the inexplicable urge to nuzzle up to him and, god forbid, cuddle, he draws back from Takumi a little, assessing the scene before him as best he can.
Eito's chest is splotchy and pink with his blush, and Takumi's spend paints his stomach. The marks Takumi made along his neck and collarbones are angry shades of red and purple. ]
Hah. We made a mess.
[ His voice is rough as gravel, startling to his own ears. It could be worse; when he shifts a little, no cum drips out of Takumi. Right—the condom. ]
But, to be fair, I do recall you telling me to mess you up...
[ those last few additional rocks of eito's hips do wonders to overstimulate takumi, and he weakly mewls as he endures both his ebbing orgasm and eito's fervent venture to fall apart with him. it's a relief when he does cum, because takumi gets to see eito's features as they crumple. he really is unfairly pretty... and knowing that eito belongs to him warms takumi from the inside out. maybe at one point, he would've been disappointed to not feel the heat of eito's seed, but not anymore.
eito's trembling subsides and then he adjusts, a husk in his tone that sends a prickle up takumi's back. he instantly flushes.
So, that's what Aotsuki sounds like after he...
no, no. don't think about that. the residual throb speaks for itself. ]
Hopefully no one notices anything.
[ takumi stares at the nasty teeth marks eito has all down his neck and collarbone, and then hastily glances down at himself, as well. he... is just as horribly marred. not only that, his stomach is spattered with his own release. ]
I'm telling you now, the bruises are already purple...
[ With a grimace, Eito pulls out. Then he removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into the nearby wastebasket, which is thankfully right by the bed. He'll have to change out the trash later. And the sheets.
More problems for his future self, though. ]
Hey, Takumi-kun. [ A hum. ] If you're not too exhausted...
[ His lips curl into a sly smile, as though he's about to suggest something as indecent as round two. Takumi would probably die. ]
... Do you think you could set up the e-reader for me? I'd like to use it before bed.
if eito had demanded a round two, takumi probably would've passed out partway and ruined everything. ]
Ah, uh, yeah. I can.
[ he clears his throat and sits up, wincing slightly from the weird, somehow empty alien feeling now that eito's pull out. takumi then huffs out a breath and turns his upper body to reach for some tissues on the nightstand. ]
Do you need me to clean you up, too?
[ the sound of it being yanked out of the box can be heard. ]
I'll set up the e-reader in a second. Then, I gotta... s-shower. Or try to.
[ why is he embarrassed???? sure, lose his virginity, but using eito's shower makes him self-conscious? ]
[ Eito is a bit stubborn about being helped, at least with this particular issue. Following the sound, he reaches over Takumi to grab some tissues of his own. ]
That aside, why do you sound so hesitant about using my shower? I don't mind, so long as you don't use up all the hot water... Unless you're embarrassed?
[ takumi doesn't answer immediately but instead runs his unsullied fingers through his hair. ]
Because... that means I'm going to stay with you the night.
[ he doubts anyone cares at this point if he sleeps in eito's room. in fact, it's probably fairly obvious to the others that they've got something going on. ]
[ A pause. If Eito was truly mean, he could point out that all the noise Takumi had made may have given them away already... but he'll spare him, this time. Truthfully, Eito doesn't really want to think about their classmates' nosiness right now.
With a fond but weary sigh, he wipes his stomach off before finally removing both of his debauched gloves, not giving much thought to the fact that his bare hands will be exposed. ]
I was just quite literally inside of you, and that's only dawning on you now? Takumi-kun...
[ he's sentimental! and eito pointing out the other more explicit part is embarrassing, too. ]
I know... But this will be the first time we'll have slept together—that way, I mean.
[ takumi peeks over at eito from under his bangs, his gaze lingering on eito's hands as it always does. to think that eito kissed him earlier and actually doesn't mind sleeping beside takumi... they've really come far. despite it all, he feels butterflies. ]
I'll make it quick, okay? And I'll bring back one of the towelettes.
[ because eito is definitely the kind of person to keep sanitary wipes. ]
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But this newfound closeness, it's—it's beyond anything Eito has ever experienced or even hoped to experience before. Between that emotional heaviness and Takumi attempting to shift like that, the barrage of stimulation has Eito feeling like maybe he's going to die.
It's no small miracle he's able to respond at all, even though it's only to the latter comment. The idea of being big enough to literally break Takumi is more arousing than it has any right being, probably. ]
Tch... There's no way I would cum that fast...
[ You can hear the metaphorical eye roll in his voice, which is little more than a murmur. With Takumi's face pressed into his collarbone, Eito turns his head, hot breath ghosting over the shell of Takumi's ear. ]
Although, I am curious to hear more about this punishment of yours.
[ Of course he is. The chitchat makes this whole scenario that much more comfortable, less uncharted territory to navigate. ]
Is this your way of trying to talk dirty in bed? You'll have to do better than that.
[ And then, just when Takumi may have finally acclimated to the weight of him, Eito moves again, burying himself that much deeper. Almost all the way, now—Takumi could easily grind down to take him that little bit more, if he wanted to, until Eito is buried up to the hilt. He stills again, managing to withhold any sounds this time, but instead, his arms find themselves fitting around Takumi properly.
How utterly surreal, to hold someone. To be held. To be slotted together in every sense of the word. ]
MOE......
red in the face and utterly dizzy, those last few inches briefly take the wind out of takumi's sails. he more tense than he thinks he has ever been in life, and yet he can't stop quivering, either. it feels like eito's dick is in his stomach, which is as terrifying as it is arousing; he didn't think he was this far gone when it came to enjoying a bit of pain. and for a moment, there's another lack of response as takumi tries to gather his wits and remember to breathe.
breathe.
breathe, sumino.
curly, red strands tickle eito's jaw as takumi nestles in further. ]
...I still haven't... taken your mouth. I could do that.
[ a second threat, though it's delivered in a strained voice and between shallow pants. takumi makes sure to clamp down on eito, too, flexing despite the sear. if takumi thinks eito's length is just about unbearable, then the same can be said for how tight takumi himself is. ]
Do you think you could handle that, Aotsuki...?
[ eito's name unfortunately wavers, and takumi has to huff to try and maintain his stance. ]
So, you can't disappoint me.
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Oh, please. Disappoint you? We haven't even, hah, started...
[ The idea of taking Takumi into his mouth is not where his mind needs to be right now, especially because no, he probably couldn't handle it. With a huff of mock annoyance, he leans to nip at Takumi's earlobe. ]
I can hardly believe how greedy you are.
[ With a great, shuddering breath, Eito tries moving, grinding up against Takumi's inner walls. Every single pulse of heat fuels his urgency, the mindless and animalistic desire to split Takumi open and leave him incoherent. Not yet, though. Soon. ]
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I'm not. [ his denial is petulant and cute, a breathy, pleasured sound leaving him afterwards once eito moves forward. takumi doesn't think when he tilts his hips to allow eito a better angle; it comes instinctually. ] You're the greedy one...
[ his nails drag an increment down eito's muscled back. small pink scores follow in their wake. ]
But... I want it... even though it's too much. I want you, Aotsuki.
[ takumi's wavering admission causes heat to blossom in his belly. for as much trouble eito causes for him, it's been this way from the beginning—he seeks eito's attention, desires his kindness and his affections. takumi doesn't think he deserves it, exactly, but he yearns for it deep in his core. the fact eito has him now feels almost unreal. ]
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Our capacity for greed must be equal, then.
[ Since Takumi so kindly shifted his hips to better accommodate him, Eito wouldn't want to leave him waiting much longer when he's clearly adjusting well enough to Eito's size. With Takumi clinging on to him so tightly, it's a simple matter for Eito to rearrange his arms again, bracing his hands on either side of Takumi's head against the mattress before slowly rocking into him once, twice. The mattress dips and creaks with his movements. ]
I'm yours, Takumi-kun. Even if you change your mind about this one day, you won't be able to get rid of me so easily. You had your chance before.
[ Once upon a time, Eito would have left him alone, had Takumi earnestly asked. But no. Takumi had kindly given him a chance to prove himself, and now, here they are. Eito would, quite literally, do anything for him.
Still searching for that right angle, Eito draws back, sliding out of Takumi for a beat before thrusting back in with a sharp snap of his hips, jostling the smaller body wrapped around his own. ]
Don't hold back on me.
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the mixture of affectionate dialogue between them and eito securing takumi closer to his chest leaves takumi feeling hopelessly infatuated. he'll tell himself later that being so overwhelmed is the reason why his voice pitches up as high as it does after eito's first deliberate thrust. ]
Aotsuki... [ he whines, shuddering. ] Again... Do it again.
[ eito's diligent care is showing its results. rather than being in discomfort and softening out of displeasure, takumi's cock rests heavy and flushed against his belly. precum has saturated the head and the skin beneath. ]
I lied before—you won't break me.
[ he weakly grinds back against eito. ]
Make me feel good.
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If you insist, then...
[ With a tremulous breath, Eito does just that and gives Takumi exactly what he asked for, pulling out nearly all the way before rocking back in with a near-punishing thrust. His expression is focused, glasses askew and brows knit and lips parted in pleasure as he repeats the motion again mere seconds later. ]
You feel so... s-so incredible.
[ Hot and tight and inviting. The mild discomfort from before ebbs as Takumi's body begins to grow used to the intrusion, welcoming him inside. It's a stupid, cliche thought, but Eito is pretty sure their bodies were made for each other, and the thought that they could have been doing this sooner frustrates him to no end. It pisses him off, how the logistics have been so screwed up from the start, how the chances of this happening to begin with were so slim that it took a winding path of mishaps to make it this far at all.
His stupid glitch pisses him off, too.
It's not the right time for self-pity, and Eito doesn't indulge in it further. What he does do, though, is channel all the time they have to make up for and snap his hips so hard on the next thrust that he practically folds Takumi in half, the bed groaning in protest. A bead of sweat slides down his neck as his hands clench and unclench the sheets beside Takumi's head. ]
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helpless, takumi stares stupidly up at eito when it appears eito is gathering himself up, bewildered but ultimately craving more of whatever eito can give him. then, without so much of a warning, eito suddenly applies his horrendous strength and—fuck.
the moan that is dragged out of takumi is far too lustful and girlish for his liking. his expression crumples completely from the severity of eito's thrust, bent in half and toes curling above eito's broad shoulders. his gasps are thin and high. ]
D-Deep—ah, Aotsuki—keep going, please...
[ takumi claws at eito's back and whimpers. ]
You can be rough with me... I like it. Mess me up.
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[ That's all Takumi gets as a warning before Eito decides to obey him, go ahead, and do his best to utterly wreck him. Eito continues on like that, punishing and relentless, keeping Takumi folded in that position and not letting up. One hand searches blindly until coming into contact with Takumi's head and cradling it, dragging his fingers through his hair, alternating between harsh tugs and gentler caresses.
Eito has neglected to touch him, that much is true. So without ceasing the movements of his hips, he finally reaches down between them, runs his hand over Takumi's chest, then down over his stomach, and then— ah. Yes, that's what he was looking for.
Takumi's precum practically soaks through his entire glove. It's disgusting and arousing and Eito actually laughs, a hoarse and throaty sound. Not once does he stop, buried to the hilt and rolling his hips, easily grinding against Takumi's sweet spot over and over. It hardly takes any effort at all, really, even though sweat is matting his sideswept bangs to his forehead. He's never given much, if any, thought to his size before, but it sure is convenient for something like this... ]
Oh, Takumi-kun... [ He drawls, giving his cock a slow, deliberate tug. ] You're this wet for me? Really? How long have you been waiting to be touched like this...?
[ Eito knows all too well how long he's been waiting, but he asks anyway, wanting to hear more of Takumi's borderline-incoherent babbling. The way Takumi claws at his back only spurs him on, and god, he hopes there are scratch marks to remember this by when it's all over. As though they hadn't done a significant number on each other already. ]
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the deliberate and careful way in which eito had been fucking him open is abandoned in favor of ruthlessly driven thrusts, each one scrambling takumi's brain further and making him stupider. he truly tried to stifle his moaning at first, but humiliating noises are being forced out of him now, a string of ah ah Aotsuki more good Aotsuki harder please spilling free and filling the heated space between them. takumi didn't know he could sound like this, debauched, if not utterly wanton.
his voice, once boyish, low, has transitioned into something moist and honeyed by the time eito fondles his cock. ]
'm sorry, [ takumi slurs, head lolling to one side as he helplessly jolts into eito's hand. his resistance to grinding upwards cause his inner thighs to quiver. takumi also hates the fact he just gets more turned on hearing the slick sound between eito's fingers. ] You didn't—mmh, have to t-touch me—
[ despite his self-deprecation, takumi thinks he'll die if eito doesn't stroke him properly. a fresh bead of precum pearls in his desperation. ]
But—if you do, I'll—
[ he doesn't finish his sentence, ending it instead with a pathetic whine. ]
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But you're practically begging to be touched. The way you're soaking my sheets with your bodily fluids right now proves it.
[ Eito uses his thumb to smear the fresh precum around with a mildly amused grin. Of course, he knows Takumi won't last if he jerks him off in earnest. That's why he restrains himself to lazy, careless flicks of his thumb, just on the edge of teasing. If Takumi starts trembling a little too much, he'll simply pull away, still his hips, and then start all over again with another barrage of stimulation the second Takumi calms down.
Not that Eito is unaffected by this. No, far from it. He wants to do everything he can to make it last, but he can feel the pleasure beginning to mount, too. Low gasps and high-pitched moans are interspersed between sentences, ones he doesn't bother trying to hold back. Takumi has heard it all already. ]
Ahh, if only you could see yourself... I don't need vision to know exactly how you look right now. Desperate, needy Takumi-kun, drooling and ruined. What would the others say, if they knew their precious Team Leader was nothing more than an incoherent mess?
[ The words flow out of him, a stark contrast to their affectionate back-and-forth from not long ago. This is, in its own twisted way, just as affectionate and loving, if not more so. Eito is well aware that Takumi likes this, could easily get off to it even if Eito wasn't buried inside him. ]
Hehe... But, don't worry. No one else will ever see you like this.
[ And Eito is all too happy to punctuate that with an equally-punishing thrust, paired with a sharp twist of his hand around Takumi's leaking cock. ]
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he doesn't get a chance to protest, however, not when eito decides to assault him with a well-timed thrust and firm twist of the hand. takumi squeezes his eyes shut just as they roll back into his head. he is distantly aware he cries out, staggered and much too loud. was it eito's name? something incomprehensible?
...it'd be a miracle if no one outside heard it. ]
Ah... Ao—tsuki, [ takumi tries, and then he blearily flutters open his lashes to look up again. he sounds as though he's on the verge of tears. maybe he is, what with how the corners of his eyes are already wet with them. ] No one can see me like this... It's embarrassing. It has to be you.
[ daringly and without permission, he reaches down to grasp the back of eito's hand. then, with a hesitance too cute for his current position, he gently encourages eito to stroke him. takumi lifts his hips just a little in response and whimpers. he's saturated both himself and eito. ]
I wanted to hold out longer, but—
[ but he's weak. he's always been weak. ]
I'm close.
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[ Eito coos into his ear. ]
Ask nicely, and maybe I'll let you come.
[ In contrast to his cruel, mocking tone, Eito kindly follows Takumi's lead and strokes him with a steady hand. His other hand caresses Takumi's cheek, gentle and adoring, thumbing his tears away. ]
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Please.
[ takumi isn't above begging; far from it. as soon as the first word comes out, more quickly follow, though noticeably more breathless and eager. ]
Please, please... Aotsuki, please.
[ somehow, he feels as if he's done this before. maybe he has, in some far off timeline. ]
I can't take it anymore.
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He has no idea what possesses him to do it. He just—wants to. Takumi is so cute like this, so desperate and needy, he really can't help himself. It's chaste, and there's no tongue involved, but the taste is still awful.
There's feeling behind it, though. Things Eito doesn't know how to put into words. ]
T-Takumi-kun...
[ Takumi's name comes out as a breathy murmur against his lips, his hips still moving sloppily as he continues to stroke him. The touch is still gentle, but firm, with just the right amount of pressure. ]
I-I—
[ He won't last, but Takumi has to come first. It's only right. Eito promised to take care of him, to make this special. ]
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his expression softens, and he smiles against eito despite the small bit of distance redrawn between them. everything feels warm. and when eito moves—takumi comes undone so effortlessly, perfectly pliable and welcoming. ]
I know, [ he breathes. takumi's voice pitches when he continues, lashes flutter and body becoming taut. ] Please—inside—
[ a final stroke has him spilling onto his belly with a lovely moan. ]
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And then... it's all over. There's a ringing in his ears as his awareness trickles back in waves. Gradually, his ragged panting quiets and his breathing evens out. Rather than giving in to the inexplicable urge to nuzzle up to him and, god forbid, cuddle, he draws back from Takumi a little, assessing the scene before him as best he can.
Eito's chest is splotchy and pink with his blush, and Takumi's spend paints his stomach. The marks Takumi made along his neck and collarbones are angry shades of red and purple. ]
Hah. We made a mess.
[ His voice is rough as gravel, startling to his own ears. It could be worse; when he shifts a little, no cum drips out of Takumi. Right—the condom. ]
But, to be fair, I do recall you telling me to mess you up...
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eito's trembling subsides and then he adjusts, a husk in his tone that sends a prickle up takumi's back. he instantly flushes.
So, that's what Aotsuki sounds like after he...
no, no. don't think about that. the residual throb speaks for itself. ]
Hopefully no one notices anything.
[ takumi stares at the nasty teeth marks eito has all down his neck and collarbone, and then hastily glances down at himself, as well. he... is just as horribly marred. not only that, his stomach is spattered with his own release. ]
I'm telling you now, the bruises are already purple...
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[ With a grimace, Eito pulls out. Then he removes the condom, ties it, and tosses it into the nearby wastebasket, which is thankfully right by the bed. He'll have to change out the trash later. And the sheets.
More problems for his future self, though. ]
Hey, Takumi-kun. [ A hum. ] If you're not too exhausted...
[ His lips curl into a sly smile, as though he's about to suggest something as indecent as round two. Takumi would probably die. ]
... Do you think you could set up the e-reader for me? I'd like to use it before bed.
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if eito had demanded a round two, takumi probably would've passed out partway and ruined everything. ]
Ah, uh, yeah. I can.
[ he clears his throat and sits up, wincing slightly from the weird, somehow empty alien feeling now that eito's pull out. takumi then huffs out a breath and turns his upper body to reach for some tissues on the nightstand. ]
Do you need me to clean you up, too?
[ the sound of it being yanked out of the box can be heard. ]
I'll set up the e-reader in a second. Then, I gotta... s-shower. Or try to.
[ why is he embarrassed???? sure, lose his virginity, but using eito's shower makes him self-conscious? ]
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[ Eito is a bit stubborn about being helped, at least with this particular issue. Following the sound, he reaches over Takumi to grab some tissues of his own. ]
That aside, why do you sound so hesitant about using my shower? I don't mind, so long as you don't use up all the hot water... Unless you're embarrassed?
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Because... that means I'm going to stay with you the night.
[ he doubts anyone cares at this point if he sleeps in eito's room. in fact, it's probably fairly obvious to the others that they've got something going on. ]
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[ A pause. If Eito was truly mean, he could point out that all the noise Takumi had made may have given them away already... but he'll spare him, this time. Truthfully, Eito doesn't really want to think about their classmates' nosiness right now.
With a fond but weary sigh, he wipes his stomach off before finally removing both of his debauched gloves, not giving much thought to the fact that his bare hands will be exposed. ]
I was just quite literally inside of you, and that's only dawning on you now? Takumi-kun...
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I know... But this will be the first time we'll have slept together—that way, I mean.
[ takumi peeks over at eito from under his bangs, his gaze lingering on eito's hands as it always does. to think that eito kissed him earlier and actually doesn't mind sleeping beside takumi... they've really come far. despite it all, he feels butterflies. ]
I'll make it quick, okay? And I'll bring back one of the towelettes.
[ because eito is definitely the kind of person to keep sanitary wipes. ]
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