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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Kimizuki_Shihou/Saotome_Yoichi
  Character:
      Saotome_Yoichi, Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Kimizuki_Shihou,
      Ferid_Bathory, Hiiragi_Shinoa
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Sexual_Tension, Best_Friends, Sleepovers, Unrequited_Love, Making
      Out, Making_Love, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Their_parents
      aren't_shit
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      Published: 2016-06-22 Words: 6422
****** Alone for the Weekend ******
by Animeandstuffyeah
Summary
     Yuu is in love with his best friend Mika, but Mika is straight. And
     he has a girlfriend. Their relationship has been platonic since they
     were kids, until one weekend they spend alone at Mika's house.
Notes
     Sorry guys! This is my first fan fiction and it probably won't be
     very good. I just needed to write for a while. The punctuation
     probably won't be incredible. I hope you enjoy it anyway.
See the end of the work for more notes
I am gay. I like guys. And I'm cool with that. My only problem is my best
friend, love of my life, does not, in fact, like dick. I do not "deal" with
that. I masturabte. Actually, that's what I'm doing right now.
I'm sitting on the floor of my shower, hand around my dick, crying like the
lonely pervert I am. Man, am I lonely. I close my eyes so I don't have to look
at myself, but all that does is make me think of Mika.
Whenever I close my eyes, I am forced to picture him. I see his beautiful
blue eyes that I get lost in so frequently, imagine the way his perfect, pale
skin would feel under my hands. His lean but defined muscles, his perfectly
round, plump as-
I came.
God, I hate myself. Who jerks off to the thought of their best friend? My
mother knows exactly what's going on, because I take an hour long shower
literally every day. It's pretty normal around my age. My mother would expect
it. Sixteen is a horny age.
I sit up and rub my irritated eyes. Now is not the time to cry. I have to get
ready for school and, being a boy, going to class with red eyes is a bit of a
nightmare. Boys who cry are gay, according to the douches at school. I laugh
out loud at the joke(me).
I quickly clean myself, washing my hair and scrubbing my body. I make sure all
of my...self makes it down the drain. Just the thought of my mother discovering
it makes me want to walk into traffic. I grab a towel and dry myself, making
sure to not leave it on the floor; my mother hates that. Once I'm ready, I get
into the car that my mom got me for my birthday and drive to school. On my way,
I think of what books I need to get for my first period biology class. I want
to program my body to unconsciously take me to class(I am very tired). Mika's
going to be there. My heart flutters a little and my throat tightens with
nervousness. He's been my best friend since childhood and the thougt of seeing
him still makes my heart flutter. I am hopeless.
I pull into the spot closest to the door and get out, almost forgetting to lock
my car. Mika is there, waiting for me like he always does. The sight of him
brings an instant smile to my face. God, he's attractive. After spotting him,
my eyes wander to the girl standing next to him, Krul. The warm feeling I got
from his beautiful face so early in the morning instantly runs cold at the
sight of Mika's girlfriend. I despise her. And not just because she currently
has a hold on my man; she is too possessive of him. Lately, he hasn't been
staying over at my house due to the fact that they have to spend every weekend
together. It's probably best that I only see Mika in public places, anyway.
It's much easier to keep my hands to myself when he's so distracted by all of
these used dildos(students, if you were wondering).
"Good morning, Mika", I say as I walk past him towards the front door. "Good
morning, Yuu-chan!", he says with a warm smile. My heart clenches when I hear
him say my name. Krul's eyes meet mine the moment before I walk through the
door. She looks irritated. I am satisfied.
The school is freezing as usual when I walk to my locker. I get my text book
and binder and head to biology. Mika is already seated at our normal desk. He
is much faster than me. After I set my things down in front of me, I turn to
face him. He's smiling.
"What's up?", I ask, his breathtaking smile automatically bringing one to my
face.
He blushes. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize I was smiling."
He really needs to stop. His cute makes my fingertips tingle. I almost kiss him
right here, in front of the small group of students that has already arrived
and taken their seats. That would definitely get me shunned by the rest of the
student body, but it's not like I have all that many friends here to begin
with.
"So, what did you do for your break?" I ask, trying not to be so obvious.
"Oh... Uh....", he scratches his head like he's thinking. "Krul and I went to
see the new X-men movie. I liked it, even if everyone else didn't. I have a lot
of feelings that I would like to discuss with you later. We went to the mall
and I looked around at FYE for the first time and OH MY GOD THEY HAD A BOX SET
OF ALL OF THE ORIGINAL STAR WARS MOVIES." He frantically taps his hands on the
desk in excitement. Fucking nerd.
"Um... I stayed home with Akane yesterday because mom and dad went on a day
trip to Chicago. I finished The Restaurant at the End of the Universe. Poor
Marvin. Not much really happened. Just consumed lots of media, the usual."
Before I can say anything, Mr. Bathory starts calling names. I find out that
Kimizuki is out today. I thank God. I also notice that Yoichi's face falls.
Poor kid; he has it almost as bad as I do. Biology class goes by as biology
usually does. Mika falls asleep next to me. I try my best not to stare at him.
It doesn't work.
At lunch, he asks if I want to come over. It takes every part of my being not
to screech.
"Yeah! What do you want to do?"
"Probably watch anime. Do you have anything else in mind?"
Oh, do I.
"No, anime sounds good. It's been a while since I've stayed at your house", I
say, wanting and not wanting him to feel guilty.
"Sorry! Krul just doesn't like it when I spend my time with people other than
her. It's getting kind of tiring, honestly. But I haven't watched season four
of Soul Eater so you'll  be able to see my reactions."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. I'll be over at 7:30. If you don't make popcorn, I'm
going to leave." Yeah, right.
"Sounds great", he says, and my heart starts to beat a little faster at
thinking of sharing the same bed as him tonight.
 
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When I arrive at Mikaela's house, his mother greets me with a massive overdue
hug.
"I haven't seen you in weeks, Yuu!", she says, her expression looks a little
sad.
"I know. I know... Mika is always so busy with Krul. I can never come over..."
For a brief moment, irritation is visible in her pale features. Knowing Mika's
mother, she probably cares even less for Mika's girlfriend than I do.
"Yeah, I understand exactly how you feel", she says.
Her face quickly morphs back into a smile as she steps to the side.
"Mika is in his room. I'm baking cookies, so you boys come down later,
alright?"
"Sure. That sounds delicious. "
I walk past her and through the entrance and living room, up the stairs and
head towards Mika's room. The door is shut, but it's unlocked so I decide it's
okay to open the door. I wasn't expecting anything new, but inside is the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Mika is naked.
His back is turned towards me, and he is looking at two shirts he's laid across
his bed. He is more toned than I imagined, with pale, thick thighs and a
shoulder muscles sculpted by Michelangelo himself. I want to see the rest. I
want to see all of him. I want him to turn around; he does.
I would be too distracted to hear whatever he had to say if a high-pitched
screech didn't explode out of his mouth when he dove for the blankets. His
perfect body is covered before I can even be caught looking(I shouldn't be
looking without him knowing anyway, I scold myself.) I tell myself that it's
for the best.
"What the fuck, Yuu?! You're not supposed to be here until 7:30!", he yells,
face turning a dark shade of pink.
"It's 7:15!" I yell, slightly quieter than him. I'm trying my best to think of
my grandmother's saggy boobs so I won't get an erection. It almost works.
"Whatever! G-go away and come back in five minutes", he stutters, wrapping the
blanket around his lean body and shutting the door.
Crap. That was enough material for the next ten years. My parents won't be able
to afford to pay the water bill. Still, homelessness will be worth it, because
I just witnessed Mikaela Hyakuya naked. I won't even be able to tease Mika
about it because my thoughts will force me to walk shamefully to the bathroom.
I walk back down the stairs and sit on the floor. Maybe being uncomfortable
will give me something better to think about. Walking back into Mika's room
with an erection is not an option. I can't make up some excuse about
daydreaming this time. He no doubt saw how perfectly happy I was to be seeing
him naked.. Oh god. What did I look like? Was my lust plastered all over my
face? What if he thinks I'm some perv? I will never live this down.
There is a voice coming from the top of the stairs, calling for me. I run back
to his room, looking down first to check and see if it looks like I have a rock
in my pants. There is only a little pudge. Okay, I can work with this. When I
get to his room, he's wearing boxers and an Adventure Time t-shirt. I try my
best not to stare at his legs in order to make myself look less guilty, but
it's difficult. His legs are perfect. They're not too thick and not too thin,
but muscular at the same time. His skin is so pale and smooth and crap I'm
staring again. I notice that he's still blushing from a moment ago. He's so
white that when he blushes, he just looks like his skin is naturally pink. It's
so terribly cute.
"S-sorry for yelling at you. That was really embarrassing. No one has ever seen
me naked. Other than my mother."
"It's alright. I don't mind it one bit." I "joke", giving him an exaggerated
wink. He laughs, but his face reddens. I really hope I didn't make him feel
uncomfortable.
"So, what? Are you going to keep blabbering like a dork, or are we going to
watch Soul Eater?"
"Right! I'm gonna bring the popcorn up from the microwave. Be right back!"
Mika leaves me alone in his room. I sit in one of the bean bag chairs he has
stationed in front of the TV. His room smells so much like him. Like his
laundry detergent and coffee(he drinks a lot of fucking coffee). It is not
helping me stay flaccid. When my butt has already begun to mold into the chair,
he walks in and plops the bowl between us. My fist automatically buries itself
deep in the bottom (lol). Now my hand is greasy. Crap. He plops down in his
seat and opens his pop. As I lick the butter off of my hand, Mika looks at me
like I took a dump right there on his carpet.
"That's disgusting", he says.
"What? Would you like to lick it off instead?", I say. His mouth sets in a thin
line and he looks at the TV. Why no sarcastic answer?
Out of nowhere, "So, who does Yuuichirou have a crush on?" He asks, making my
heart start beating erratically.
"N-no one!", I say, trying my best to sound embarrassed instead of terrified.
Telling him might be the end of our friendship. Just imagining it feels like a
punch to the gut.
"Oh, c'mon Yuu-chan! We've been best friends since we were toddlers and you
can't even tell me who you have a crush on?"
"I told you, I don't have a crush on anyone", I say defensively. I feel like
I'm going to throw up. I back up a little bit; I haven't been this nervous in a
long time.
"I can't believe you'd lie to me, Yuu-chan." He says, clicking his tongue, but
I can tell he's not just pretending to be upset. "How about this. If you tell
me who you like, I'll tell you who I like."
I laugh. "That's hardly fair considering the girl you like is the girl you're
dating."
Mika sighs and leans back in his chair, gazing up at the ceiling. "I don't know
about that anymore." He says, looking very far away.
"Huh? You don't like Krul anymore ? What happened?" I say, concerned for his
well-being, not at all for his relationship.
"I don't know, Yuu-chan. I was so excited to be with her at the beginning. She
was so cool. But after all of the awe faded away, I realized I couldn't even
hold a decent conversation with her. On top of that, she won't let me see you.
And I'd pick you over some mediocre girlfriend any day." Such pretty words from
such a pretty mouth. I smile. Mika realizes what he just said and looks at the
wall opposite of me.
"So you're going to break up with her?" I say, trying not to sound too overly
excited.
"I broke up with her this morning", he says, looking very depressed.
"WHAT! WHY HAVEN'T YOU TOLD ME YET?"
"I didn't think you cared that much, Yuu-chan."
"OFCOURSE I CARE", I say and take a few very deep breaths to calm myself. "Of
course I care. She wouldn't let me see you for weeks! I missed you alot. We
have so much to catch up on.... So much has happened that I haven't been able
to tell you about because she has been attached to your arm." I haven't been
this happy in a long time. My happiness floods out of me the moment I realize,
even though he is currently single, he admitted to liking another girl already.
My heart sinks.
"Enough about me, I want to know who you like," Mika says in a way that, if I
didn't know better, would've considered flirtatious.
"I told you, I don't like anyone!" I'm surprised I don't stutter.
"Yeah, right!" He says, his hands imitating a t-rex, getting getting ready to
tickle me. "If you don't tell me, I'll tickle you to death, Yuu-chan! Then
you'll definitely tell me."
"I will not!"
He's on his knees in front of my chair now, leaning over. This is bad. If he
touches me, I won't be able to hide it anymore. I stiffen up and sink
backwards. He starts to crawl towards me. I swallow. All at once he loses his
false composure and attacks me, tickling me wherever he can reach: my arms, my
sides, my legs... Crap. He's practically sitting in my lap. I'm laughing
hysterically, but really I'm dreaming of death.
"Yuu-channnnnn!! I'll stop once you tell me! Just tell me, Yuu-chan!" He says,
a wicked smile on his face.
"Never! I told you I don't like anyone!" His hands are all over me. I don't
know how much longer I'll be able to control myself. I push his leg with my
foot in an attempt to get him to push him away, but all that does is make him
fall forward. He's in my lap now. My breathing is rapid, and not just because
of the tickling. He keeps tickling me, laughing along with me. I grab his hands
and he no longer has anything to stop himself from falling forward; he crashes
into me. Our bodies are pressed together and I can feel him breathing down my
neck.
I can't take this anymore. I push his shoulders back far enough so that his
face directly in front of mine. His knees are on either side of me. There is no
doubt that my erection is obvious. His face is red too. My arms rap around his
waist and I pull him closer, pressing our bodies together. The world freezes
and our noses touch. Mika must be terrified; I shouldn't be doing this. I lean
forward. I can't breathe. Our lips are only a breath apart. I'm about to kiss
my best friend. Our lips brush and a cold fire ignites in my bones and quickly
spreads throughout my body and-
"Mika!! Yuu!! The cookies are ready! Come downstairs!"
Thank God his mother came to the rescue before I did something Officially
Stupid. Mika instantly jumps off of me, straightening out his shirt and
coughing awkwardly.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to kick you", I say,  looking everywhere but him.
"No, no. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tickled you. Let's go get some
cookies!" He tries to sound excited, but it doesn't come out right at all.
Running down the stairs quickly, I try to play off the color in my cheeks as if
I'm winded. I smell the cookies before I see them and it almost distracts me.
His mother greets us as she pulls the cookies out of the oven. She tells us to
wait until they cool to eat them so we don't get burned. We really just wait
until she walks out of the room. I take one cookie in each hand and wolf them
down, the delicious taste stronger than the feeling of my burned throat and
tongue. Thankfully, I am not expected to speak.
 
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After we've finished season four of Soul Eater, things are mostly back to
normal. The tension from earlier left with the light of the sun. We pretend
that moment never happened. Normally we would stay up and play video games for
the rest of the night, but Soul Eater has us emotionally drained, so we decide
to sleep instead.
Since we're two mature young men who are comfortable with their sexuality
(again, HA), we sleep in the same bed. He sleeps closest to the wall and I
spend my time trying to think of something other than what I saw earlier. I
close my eyes. Man I am a perv. His body was so beautiful. I wish I could touch
it. Everything about him is perfect, his entire body. This is the last thing I
should be thinking about. Glancing at Mika, I notice he's already fallen
asleep. Thank God. The thought of him finding out the guy in his bed is hard
makes me cringe. Would he suspect anything if he woke up while I was in the
bathroom? 
I decide to sleep on it and pray that I don't have a wet dream. As I lay on my
back, I stare up at the ceiling, trying to empty myself of my dirty thoughts;
it proves to be more difficult than I could imagine. Maybe it's the smell of
him on his blankets or the heat that radiates from his sleeping body. Mika
turns over, his hand slightly brushing my erection in his sleep. It takes all
of my willpower not cry out in mortification and pleasure. Gently pushing him
off of me, I face the other direction and I don't remember how, but I fall
asleep. I dream of him.
 
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I wake up to the sound of Mika's mother humming loudly downstairs. As I walk
lazily down the stairs and towards the kitchen, the smell of bacon assaults me.
She looks completely awake in her greasy apron, smiling brightly at me. Mika
meets me downstairs a minute later and the breakfast is delicious. Again, we
eat in silence, too tired to think of what to say. It would probably be awkward
if our brains were concious enough to detect awkwardness.
I make my way to the bathroom to splash some water on my face before I leave. I
don't want to fall asleep at the wheel. Mika finds me. He gives me a tight
goodbye hug and I try to make it as heterosexual as a hug can be. The drive
home is uneventful and, when I get to my room, I sleep some more. I have a
dream about traveling across the Amazon while Morgan Freeman narrates my every
movement. When I wake up, I try hard not to cry. That was such a good dream.
 
----------------penis--------------
 
The next week goes by in a blur. Things are pretty much back to normal between
us; we eat lunch together every day instead of with his girlfriend and her
group of friends. We have much to catch up on. Both of us pretend the other day
didn't happen and I am happy for it. I imagine it'd be pretty hard for him to
convince himself that I had innocent intentions, but it's Mika. He would
convince himself I'm innocent if he watched me commit a murder.
On Friday, Mika tells me that his family is going to Florida for the weekend
and that he's staying home. Krul will be in the same state and he doesn't want
to take any chances. He has the whole house to himself. My heart skips a beat
when I hear the word 'alone'. I get my hopes up. Being alone means nothing
between us. Nothing will happen. If I keep daydreaming like this, I will leave
very dissapointed.
Regardless of the sleepover's lack of sexual nature, I am excited to hang out
with Mika. We'll can have the TV up as loud as we want, run around the house
anytime we want. Scream as loud as we want.
I'm thinking about it again.
We make a plan for 7:30, just like last time. I try my best to not visibly
shake for the rest of the day. Excitement is grating on my nerves and I don't
hear a single thing the teacher says. I sigh loudly when the bell finally
rings, signaling the end of the day. My hands fumble for my binder, my
nervousness probably more obvious than I care to admit. As I pack my bags, I
try my best to regulate my breathing. You're not supposed to pant from sheer
excitement.
Mika and I meet eachother at the car. He smiles at me once he catches sight of
me. My chest feels warm inside. I try my best not to meet his eyes as I walk
over to my side of his car. We make small talk on the way to his house. This is
the first time that we've been alone since last week and the tension is
palpable. You could probably see my mind groveling for the next interesting
thing to latch on to. We end up sitting in silence most of the way there. I
hope I can fix this.
 
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When we arrive, I take out my things and we walk up to the house together.
Everyone has left already because the high school gets out later than the
elementary school. I yell when I open then door, knowing that no one will hear
me. No one does. Mika rolls his eyes and I push him lightly. We run up the
stairs and leave our bags in his room. It's cleaner than usual, which I have no
real reason to think about. It takes us a couple minutes to get out of the room
because of all of the awkward shuffling and accidental touching. My heart is
beating erratically by the time I do.
Downstairs, we watch Tokyo Ghoul together and the show is enough distraction
from the tension between us. I almost forget where I am, but every time I
glance at Mika, my heart skips a beat. Sometimes I forget how attractive he is.
Boys shouldn't be allowed to look so delicate and pretty and so strong and
masculine at the same time.
I look away, my face heating up. I don't know how long I was staring, but Mika
hasn't noticed. At least, if he has, he pretends he didn't. We sit like that
for a while, engrossed in the TV show, glancing at each other when the other
one isn't looking. Deciding to take it up to Mika's room, we grab all of the
food we had taken out. His mother would normally yell at him for having food in
his room, but his mother isn't here tonight.
We sit on his futon this time, only a couple inches between us. My hands are
itching to touch him. Trying to keep the conversation casual, we talk about the
pop quiz we had this morning in biology. I got a 63%; Mika got a 92. Makes
sense. We've been talking for a couple hours, when Mika suddenly brings up the
conversation I've been dreading.
"So, Yuu-chan.... You never told me who you like." He says mischievously. "That
really hurt my feelings," he fakes a frown.
"I told you! I don't like anyone!"
"Really?" He says, inching closer so our sides are touching. "That's very
dissapointing."
I swallow. Why is Mika acting like this? why is he so close to me? His cheeks
seem to have a little extra color in them tonight.
"That's too bad. I really wanted to tell you who I like." He says, lightly
placing his hand on my thigh, his thumb tracing small circular patterns. I
vaguely remember telling him that was my weak spot. Blood begins to pool in my
groin faster than I can control my thoughts. Saggy boobs won't make a
difference now; Mika is too close.
"I'm sorry." It has never been so difficult to keep my hands to myself. He
slides his hand up my thigh and ghosts over my groin, taking his time running
them over my abdomen and chest, his thumb now busy caressing my neck. He must
be kidding. He is playing a joke on me.
Too bad bodies can't take jokes, because my erection is straining so hard
against my jeans that it's painfully obvious. My hands are in fists at my sides
and I'm holding my breath.
He breathes on the other side of my neck, and a strangled noise escapes my lips
without permission. This is just cruel. He's known how I've felt all along and
wants to torture me for revenge. I don't know what I did to deserve this.
My thoughts are immediately cut off when I feel his mouth press against the
spot just under my ear. I moan before I can stop myself.
"What are you doing, Mika?" I choke out.
He doesn't answer, just trails soft kisses down my jaw. I didn't know how much
self-control I possessed until this moment.
"I'm going to make you tell me." He whispers against my lips. I'm ready to cry.
I sit there with my eyes closed, waiting to feel the soft skin of his lips
press against mine. I feel nothing. When I open my eyes, his face is still
directly in front of mine. He is wearing an expression that I've never seen
before and, if it were possible, I would say it's lust. I'm digging my nails
into my legs in an attempt to hold myself back, but that effort goes straight
to hell when I feel him soflty kiss the corner of my mouth.
I lose it.
Mika gasps as I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his face to mine.
My lips meet his and I kiss him hungrily, groaning the second I press our
bodies together. Our lips melt together perfectly, and my body tells him
everything I've never had the courage to. I wasn't expecting him to respond,
but Mika kisses me so fiercely that I feel my teeth might break.
I pull him towards me and wrap his legs around my waist as my hands continue to
explore him. I gasp when our clothed erections press against each other, and I
grind myself against him, searching for the perfect angle, in need of the
friction I've craved since the moment he touched me. My hands cup the ass I've
been admiring from a distance for years and squeeze. Mika responds with a small
whimper. I feel like this is where my hands should be for the rest of my life.
My hands push their way up his back, pulling at his shirt frantically, our
clothing being the only thing separating us. I need to feel his skin on mine.
He rips off his shirt, only breaking the kiss for a millisecond, and reattaches
his lips to me. The next time his lips part to kiss me, I slide my tongue in,
desperate to taste him for as long as I can remember. Our tongues press against
each other and we forget to breathe for a while, getting high off the taste of
each other. My only thought is that Mikaela Hyakuya's tongue is inside of my
mouth.
I map out his beautiful body; I count the ridges of his spine and feel as much
of his perfect porcelain skin as I'm able. When my hands find their way to his
front, I run them over his abs, taking my time feeling every last muscle. I
bring my thumb to his chest, gently massaging his hardened nipple between my
fingers. The sounds Mika is making are absolutely delicious.
Apparently, Mika has had enough.
He stands and pulls me up by my shirt, our lips crashing together again as he
guides me towards the other side of the room. My shirt comes off, forgotten on
the floor, and the feeling of his skin on mine makes me dizzy with arousal. The
back of my knees hit his bed and he throws me backward. I land with a thump.
When my eyes focus again, I see him standing over me. His eyes rake my body
hungrily and I'm sure he can hear me swallow from five feet away. I never took
Mika as a top.
He crawls across the bed to find me, his lips attaching themselves to my neck.
He bites me and I sigh, my arms wrapping around him again. I can feel him
chuckle rather than hear it. His hand palms me and I can't see with all the
sensation. My nails dig into his back, pulling him towards me, not wanting our
bodies to have even an inch of space between them. His lips slowly trail down
my torso and I can't fucking breathe. He hooks his fingers in the waistband of
my pants and underwear and slowly inches them both down my legs, leaving open
mouthed kisses on the newly-exposed skin. My pants and underwear are wadded up
and thrown to the floor along with our shirts.
His blue eyes meet my green ones as his lips find my thighs once again, slowly
making their way to where I really want them to be, leaving a trail of tiny red
bruises behind them. He spends a moment longer than necessary sucking on the
most inner part of my thigh, just a mere two inches from my dick, driving me
insane.
"Please, M-Mika. I need you. Right now." I say, my dick desperate for
attention. He complies, slowly moving his mouth toward my cock. My heart is
caught in my throat. Without breaking eye contact, he puts the head of my dick
in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. I throw my head back and the
sound is so loud it never leaves my throat. I've never felt something so
incredible in my short life. His hands stroke my bare thighs as he slowly takes
the rest of my length in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. I would beg him not
to stop, but all that comes out of my mouth are cries of pleasure. My hips
thrust towards his mouth without asking me first and Mika takes it all, never
coughing or sputtering, meeting my thrusts. He seems far too experienced for my
liking but that's none of my business.
When he lets go with a pop, he is on top of me again in a second, whispering in
my ear. "I can't wait to be inside of you, Yuu-chan." I can't process all of
this. "I can't wait to make a mess of your body, to make you mine. I've been
planning the dirty things I want to do to you for such a long time." He nibbles
on my ear lobe, not giving me a chance to reply. I want to make Mika happy too,
but right now I am putty in his hands. Quickly, he unbuttons his pants and
slides them past his ankles and they are added to the ever growing pile of
clothing on the floor. He wasn't wearing underwear. I would laugh if I weren't
so distracted by his naked body.
As I continue to gawk at him, he reaches into the drawer of his bed side table
and pulls out a bottle. I realize then that he had planned (or at least hoped)
that this would happen. Mika is not the type of guy to just have lube laying
around his room.
Spreading my legs a little more, he coats his fingers. He smiles down at me and
kisses my forehead.
"Are you ready?" He whispers, and I shiver.
"I have never been more ready for anything in my life," I laugh softly.
He goes back to kissing my neck again, his pointer finger teasing my entrance.
I close my eyes, thoroughly embarrassed.
"I want to hear every noise you make, Yuu-chan. Don't you dare silence
yourself."
I nod my head, eyes closed, anticipating what he is going to do next. He slowly
presses his finger inside of me. The fact that he started all the way at the
second knuckle gives away his impatience. I squirm, the feeling completely new
to me.
"Mika, it feels weird," I say, panting.
"Just one moment, love. You'll get used to it."
After about 20 seconds of silence and his kisses, it stops feeling weird and I
nod my head, signaling for him to push the rest of the way in. After another
moment, his second finger finds its way into me and I almost bite my lip until
I remember that Mika said he wanted to hear me. Wow that feels good. His
fingers spread me open, searching for my prostate.
"Are you uncomfortable, Yuu-chan? Are you okay?" He asks, sounding concerned.
"Yea- ah! Hah. Mmnnn." He found it.
"I'm sorry, Yuu-chan. I couldn't hear you." He says with a grin, his fingers
pounding over and over again into my prostate, causing me to scream. Wave after
wave of pleasure washes over me, my vision going white.
"P-please, Mika. I don't want to c-come yet." I somehow manage to say, and he
slips in a third finger, becoming more inpatient. I feel so full and desperate,
my hands reaching for him, trying to pull him closer. "Mika, I need you inside
of me. Now."
That's enough for Mika. He searches my face for any sign of discomfort and with
one hand on my hip, uses the other to position himself outside of my entrance.
He leans down to give me one last kiss before he slowly slides himself inside
of me. Mika is no longer cool and composed; we both moan the whole way. He
leans over me, balls deep, panting. The only thing controlling us now is our
own desires. He waits only three seconds before saying:
"A-are, are you ready, Yuu-chan?" It's obvious that he is holding back for me.
I can only manage a small nod. I scream as he slowly pulls all the way out,
just to slam back in. I can't think. I can't even tell him to keep going. When
he repeats the action, I almost make him stop so I can catch my breath. I never
knew someone could feel so much. I let out a strangled cry that makes him loses
the last bit of composure he has. He plows into me, no longer able to control
himself. His hands are squeezing my hips so hard that I can already feel
bruises forming. I'm probably drooling, but I stopped caring a long time ago.
All I want to do is feel Mika, feel him push in and out of me until I no longer
remember my name. I would certainly be reminded pretty quickly, since Mika is
leaning over me, repeating it like a mantra. Mika finds my prostate and I
almost come at that moment. He understands and he angles himself perfectly,
pounding into it, making me see white again.
He still has enough peace of mind to make sure I feel good, even in his current
state. My mouth can no longer form words. I am screaming so loudly that I
probably won't have a voice tomorrow. My fingers are digging into his back as I
pull him closer, trying to get him in as deep as I can.
"Yuu-chan. I l-l-" he says, but it breaks off into a loud moan.
"I love you, Yuu-chan. I love y-you. I love you. I love you." He repeats after
each thrust. I'm sobbing, no longer only from the feeling of Mika assaulting my
prostate, but because I've been waiting so many years to hear him say that.
"Ah-ha! I l-love you t-too, Mika."
He leans forward and kisses me, still thrusting. Grabbing my dick, he begins
stroking me along with him.
"I'm so close."
"Me too." He says between gritted teeth.
We stay like that for a few more minutes, creating a rhythm. His thrusts become
rapid and I know he's about to reach his climax. He comes inside of me,
thrusting all the way through. He keeps going, stroking me until I follow him,
back arching in pleasure when I finally come all over my stomach. He pulls out
and falls on top of me.
We lay therr cuddled up to eachother for a moment, panting. Once our breathing
is back to normal, Mika pulls his blanket over us and holds me against his
chest. We fall asleep like that, smiling like dorks and holding each other.
And we still have the whole weekend to ourselves.
End Notes
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