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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Pocket_Monsters:_Sun_&_Moon_|_Pokemon_Sun_&_Moon_Versions, Pocket
      Monsters_|_Pokemon_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Hau/Sun_(Pokemon)
  Character:
      Sun_(Pokemon), Hau_(Pokemon)
  Additional Tags:
      Dancing, Body_Paint, Cute, Friends_to_Lovers, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Anal
      Fingering, Boys_Kissing, Boys_In_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-25 Words: 6399
****** Authentic ******
by LittleLag
Summary
     Hau pressures Sun into participating in dancing during a Summer
     Festival in Alola, insisting that Sun must get the full experience of
     the region's culture. However, Sun begins to notice and feel things
     about Hau that he had never noticed or felt before, and as their
     situation gets more and more intimate, the two boys are drawn to each
     other in more than just friendship. Maybe this is the time one of
     them makes their move?
Notes
     I wrote this pretty fast so I expect lots of errors.
As the two boys moved by the stage, bonfires and torches burned, radiating heat
that caused sweat to run down their bodies. Two burly men set up the backdrop
on the stage, unfurling what looked to be a stunning painting of a soft sunset.
The canvas unrolled, blocking any view of what was behind the stage, which had
simply been nature.
Fireflies joined Sun and Hau in their movements, buzzing to and fro. The orange
glow from the fire and the green lights from the fireflies made it unnecessary
for any electrical lights to be present. Everything was natural, everything was
serene.
People were already starting to gather in the center of town, a buzz of
conversation slowly growing louder and louder. Many were shirtless or wore
clothes more appropriate to accommodate the hot, humid Alolan summer heat. Hau
and Sun too, who snaked their way to Hau’s home, were shirtless like many
others here. Hau, hand in hand with Sun, pulled the other boy along, who looked
bewildered at the Summer Festival preparations. Alola had a lot of festivals,
and every one of them caught him off guard. Despite his constant shock at the
intensity of these festivals, Hau had insisted he get the full experience with
this one and would not take no for an answer.
When they got inside of the house, Hau finally released Sun’s hand, leaving him
standing awkwardly in the entrance while Hau ran ahead. Turning, Hau gestured
for Sun to follow. Sun did as bid.
They came into the kitchen, where there festival decorations were left
scattered too and fro. Hau’s father being so important to the whole process, it
went without saying that it had been a hectic past few days in the household.
“Sit! Sit!” Hau cheered, pulling open a kitchen drawer and beginning to rummage
through it. Sun sat at the kitchen table, staring curiously at the boy. He
could not help but notice how the sweat glistened on Hau’s back in the dim
kitchen light.
He shook his head.
Stop being weird. He thought to himself.
“What’re you looking for?” Sun was genuinely curious. The whole way here, Hau
had been pretty secretive. The only thing Hau had told him was to take his
shirt off, which, in context, was less abrupt than it sounds. After a long day
of running around town, gathering supplies for Hala and Professor Kukui, it was
actually a very appeasing suggestion to Sun. However, after that, Hau had been
closed lipped about why, saying that he might as well leave the shirt at home
as he would not want it during the festival and that was it.
“Sun!” Hau paused, his rummaging through the drawer intensifying. “Ugh, where
is it… Ah! Maybe… here? No. Anyway, Sun I think we can do something really fun
today. We really can. Just… trust me… Aha! Here it is!” Hau turned. In his
hands were several jars of what seemed to be paint.
“Hau? What’s that for?”
“You’re going to be authentic, Sun!” Hau beamed.
“Hau, you know I don’t want to do anything crazy…” He knew Hau thrived on
standing out, but Sun did not operate that way. He hated when all eyes were on
him. It made him so nervous.
“I said I won’t take no for an answer. Stand up! Come on!”
Sun sighed but stood. He knew there was no use in fighting Hau. Besides, Hau’s
ability to break Sun’s shell was the reason they had become so close friends in
the first place. Sun had learned not to argue and just let Hau happen.
Hau placed the jars onto the kitchen table, unscrewing their lids.
“What’re you painting with?” Sun asked. He had just noticed that there were no
brushes, no sponges, nothing to dip into the paint.
“My fingers, duh.”
“You’re what?” Sun said.
“My fingers! I had said you’re going to be authentic. Now stand still.”
It’ll be fine… Sun fretted. Why am I so worried? It makes sense… But the idea
of Hau touching him like that… Once again he shook his head.
“We’ll start with your nose!” Hau declared, dipping two fingers into the red
paint. Then, face twisted in concentration, Hau approached. “I’ve painted these
patterns a lot. It kinda comes with the territory of being the Kahuna’s son,
you know?” The fingers approached and gently touched the bridge of his nose.
Sun winced. The cold of the paint made goosebumps ripple down his exposed skin.
Then, once a red strip had been applied to his nose, two more stripes had been
placed across each cheek, the soft texture of the paint glided smoothly of his
face.
“There! That’s all for the red.” Hau said. He turned and rinsed his hands off
in the kitchen sink. Then he approached the table, looking thoughtful at the
colors.
“With your skin tone, I think this’ll work best.” Hau picked out a paint that
was a light gray, almost like ash.
“Hau, what does all this even mean mean?”
Hau got to work, for a moment, so lost in the painting he did not answer Sun’s
question. His hands started at Sun’s neck, once more the sudden cold jolting
Sun’s body. The fingers traveled around Sun’s neck, leaving a band of gray that
looked almost like a choker. Then, radiating from that band, small triangles
flourished from it. Through the cold of the paint, a warm flush began to spread
across Sun’s body. Hau’s fingers were so gentle…
“They mean a lot of things,” Hau said. “Or nothing at all, if you want. They
mean things like passion, energy, youth. That’s what my dad told me. And I
think… for you they’ll mean bravery! After all you’ve done.”
“Eh!” A gasp escaped Sun’s mouth, shocked at the compliment.
“Hold still or you’ll mess things up!” Hau scolded Sun.
“Sorry…”
“Hmph. It’s ok.”
Sun fell quiet. For a moment, he watched Hau’s hands approach once more, tongue
sticking out in concertation. Hau’s fingers began to work below his neck line,
the cold paint touching his chest, and Sun had to close his eyes in an effort
not to jerk away. Hau remained gentle. Sun focused on the boy’s fingers,
pushing ever so slightly against his skin as it moved down from his neck, to
his right breast. Sun felt Hau’s other hand grab onto Sun’s side, gripping his
stomach lightly as if to stabilize his canvas. Hau’s fingers painted swooping
lines, tracing and taking advantage of the curves on Sun’s body.
The feeling of the fingers moving began to become hypnotic. When his body
adjusted to the cold, his eyes remained shut, focusing on the migrating
sensation. It moved further and further down his chest until… He felt a finger
brush against his nipple. A shudder rand down Sun’s back. Such a strange
feeling… So strange it elicited a gasp as Hau had continued to paint in the
region.
“Stay still…” He heard Hau’s whisper and tried to be. Soon, the finger left.
Sun felt almost remorseful over losing that feeling.
Eventually the paint worked its way down Sun’s side and looped around to his
back and arm. His right side was completely covered in a feeling of wetness,
slowly drying to create an odd sensation along his whole body. As Hau painted
him, it became harder and harder not to start giggling as the fingers poked and
brushed over sensitive spots, tickling him. Never before had he thought Hau
could be so gentle with his hands, and while his body was hot from blushing, he
loved every minute. So much so he felt a bit sad when Hau’s finger’s left, and
he heard the noise of the running sink.
He opened his eyes to see Hau humming to himself, ribbons of Gray paint running
off of his finger tips as he rinsed them. Sun looked down at his chest. On his
pale skin, he saw the design, running down the right side of his chest and
halfway down his right arm. The design was tribal, transfixing in it’s simple
but satisfying patterns. The center piece of it all? A sun encompassing a
crescent moon. Sun wondered what it meant to Hau.
“Cool…” Sun said.
“You think so?” Hau spun to face him. “I’m really glad you like it! You’re
going to think this whole thing is so cool, just wait and see.”
A smile broke on Sun’s face as he looked at the sheer joy in Hau’s. The boy was
contagious. Sun’s smile turned into a light laugh. “Thank you, Hau.”
“Of course! Now it’s your turn though.”
“Huh?”
“Well I need to be painted too.”
“But Hau, I don’t think I can…”
Hau approached Sun and grabbed both of his hands. On his face, a purely earnest
look. “Please, Sun! We both need to have body paint. It’s tradition!”
Sun blushed, and looked away, not sure why he hesitated so much. “I… I guess I
can try…”
“Alright! Just do what seems right! There are no rules with it.”
Sun went to the jars of paint and examined them. He did not think he’d go the
same approach as Hau had done with him. How could he? Hau was so different,
he’d need to stand out. His hands drifted towards a tan color, which would
match nicely with Hau’s brown skin tone.
“You ready?” Sun asked. “It’ll be cold.”
“I can handle it,” Hau winked.
Sun dipped his fingers into the paint, and went to work.
Taking inspiration from Hau, Sun tried to paint what he thought fitted Hau too.
Energy, passion, and youth for sure. But also kindness and joy.
Feeling like Hau needed something on his face, Sun took a similar approach that
Hau took earlier. Along the bridge of Hau’s nose, he placed three lines and two
more along each cheek. It was a simple start, but it got the ball rolling.
He needed to think of what would fit Hau. He wouldn’t accept that the patterns
meant nothing. There was always a rhyme or reason, even in what Hau painted for
Sun. He went with what he knew. There was a fire to Hau he saw in no one else
but also a natural honesty that was entrancing. That thought guided him.
He painted like a boy on a mission. He was locked in the task. Fingers
transferred from paint to skin. In part, he was in love with seeing the paint
come to life here, but there was also a need to allow his hands to simply
explore Hau. The way they traced his torso, moving from his neck to his chest
and over his arm… Hau was soft. His skin was smooth. The blush from earlier
remained firmly on Sun’s face as he went to work, his heart fluttering with
each new discovery of a detail on Hau’s body.
But his goal seemed to be coming together, even though Sun would not call
himself an artist. He painted what looked to be fire, radiating from a wheel
placed on his right breast, and from that fire spread vines looking equally as
lively. They coiled around Hau’s arm, draped down Hau’s side. To Sun, Hau meant
that. He meant this natural voracity.
But that wasn’t it. It couldn’t be it… Hau deserved something else. A sudden
gust of inspiration caught him as an idea came to him.
“One more thing. Close your eyes, I don’t want to get paint in them.”
Hau obliged, and Sun’s fingers began to trace a band made of triangles on Hau’s
forehead, connecting the two halves of his hair line. In the center, an
intricately patterned circle. It looked, in the end, like a tiara, a crown for
Hau.
I mean. He’s basically royalty right? With his dad being so important.
But something nagged at Sun to realize that wasn’t the real reason.
“All done.” Sun declared.
“Great! Let’s go look! I’m so curious!”
Barely even allowing Sun to put the paint jar down, Hau took Sun by the hand
and pulled hand into the bathroom where the two topless boys admired the
handiwork of each other. Turning and posing, the two caught every angle
possible to see the full details that lined their body.
“This looks so good, Sun! Holy moly!”
“Not as good as yours though, Hau!”
“Although I think I missed a spot riiiight there!” Hau declared, suddenly
poking Sun in the stomach. It tickled, and Sun began to giggle.
“Well I think I missed a spot right there!” And Sun poked right underneath
Hau’s armpit, electing a mixture between a shocked scream and laughter.
“Seriously though,” suddenly, Sun found himself being pulled into the embrace
of Hau. Stunned, he could not react. His face became beat red, his body this
close to Hau’s. “Thank you for doing this.”
“No… No problem… Hau…”
Hau let go, holding Sun by the shoulders.
“Now. Time to teach you how to dance.”
“Dance? You’ve gotta be joking.”
“It’ll be fine!” Once more, Sun found his hand being taken by Hau and pulled, a
thing that happened far too often.
“Hau! I can’t dance! Stop!”
Hau stopped. He looked at Sun with pleading eyes again, eyes that crushed every
debate. “That’s why I’m going to teach you. Please, Sun. I want to do this with
you.”
Like an arrow through the heart, his chest ached with emotion indescribable.
“Ok, Hau, I’ll try for you.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, and led Sun on a bit more gently this time.
 
The crowd had grown much larger over the time that they had been in Hau’s
house. The festivities had already kicked off. People danced freely on the
stage to the sound of rhythmic music which flooded the whole area. Children
chased Pokémon between the legs of adults who ate and drank. In the sky, bird
Pokémon soared, and in the surrounding trees they cried. Alolan Marowak danced
with blue fire besides men doing the same with orange flames, drawing a crowd
of gawkers who danced and cheered. Hau did not fret over any of this. Instead,
he brought Sun to the stage when men, women, and children danced to the music
however they pleased.
“Come on, Sun!” Hau laughed over the music. The boy spun around unexpectedly,
the flickering lights all around seeming to light his face in an angelic halo.
“But I don’t know how!” Sun shouted back over the music.
Then the music shifted. A slower song clicked on, it’s tune rhythmic. The
people on the stage turned to their friends, family members, and loved ones,
and they seemed to dance with each each other. They let their hands flow like
water and their hips began to move in similar fashion. Small children laughed
and screamed:
“It’s the dance! It’s the dance!”
“I don’t know what to-“ Sun said. He gawked at the dancing people who moved in
such a smooth way he knew he stood no chance of matching them.
“You worry too much, Sun, you know that? I’ll show you.”
Sun watched as Hau moved behind him. He felt Hau’s hands grab around Sun’s
hips.
“Relax.” Hau commanded. Sun realized he had unconsciously tensed up at Hau’s
touch. “Move your hips, smoothly. Just let your hips follow my hands.”
Sun gulped. He’s so close…
God, why am I so nervous around him today…
Hau’s hands began to guide Sun’s hips, swaying them from side to side slowly.
Once again, his touch was gentle, allowing Sun’s hips to compensate for the
lack of force in Hau’s guiding motions.
“That’s it…” Hau’s voice was no louder than it needed to be to work over the
noise. Sun felt Hau’s breath on the back of his neck. “Just relax. Flow like
water, Sun. Now try to move your arms a bit, ripple them like waves. And then
just put life and energy into it and you have the dance going.
Lost in the movement, Sun almost didn’t notice when Hau’s hands left his hips.
Hau stepped in from of him, looked back, and smiled. “You’re doing it, Sun!”
And as the music gained volume and intensity, the two began to dance together.
Others followed suit, lining up next to Sun and Hau as a crowd watched on
cheering.
Sun was grinning ear to ear. His heart raced, and his eyes shone as they looked
at Hau’s back. Hau danced with such energy that Sun could only dream of keeping
up with. But he did try. Even if his dancing wasn’t masterful. Even if his
dancing wasn’t as smooth. Hau was right, this was fun. Only a few people in the
line of dancers were as good as Hau anyway! This whole dance was just for the
enjoyment of it. The dance was to show appreciation for the history and culture
of Alola. And Sun was in the thick of this world now.
The two boys danced their heart out, sweat beading on their bare skin, rolling
over their markings. As the music changed again, so did their dancing in an
instinctive way. The dancing was not about skill but about the primal joy and
energy of it. Few dances here seemed to actually have proper steps and motions.
The dancers were just meant to match the music energy. At times, the boys
danced together, arm in arm, jumping and stomping, laughing the whole while.
Other times it slowed, and they swayed. At times, drunk off of the excitement,
Hau would drape an arm over Sun’s shoulder and sway with Sun, their bare sides
touched, damp with sweat.
At one point, the fire dancer and the Marowak took the stage. Sun and Hau sat
in the back along with the others who had taken on dancing throughout this
whole festival. They were panting the whole while, chests heaving, but aching
legs appreciating the rest. It was a good ache though, one Sun would miss after
all was said and done.
They watched the fire dancers with wide eyes, fire flashing in their face. Sun
wondered if they may be too close to the flame, but with the skill they danced,
there was no chance the boys would get burned.
Just for a moment, Sun’s eyes drifted. They looked over Hau again, Hau’s skin
shining almost as much as his eyes. He looked at the boy’s hands, placed in his
lap, and traced his glances along his chest before falling on staring at Hau’s
soft lips. He blushed. His head jerked to look down at his own lap, face
burning like the fire on the dancer’s torches.
What. Is. Wrong with you?! He scolded himself. He’s your friend!
The fire dancers had finished, leaving the stage empty once again. The music
began to kick on once more, and Hau and Sun returned to the stage. The music
kicked off lively, and Hau pulled Sun into action. The two danced together,
moves totally out of sync and different than each other, but together
nonetheless, and Sun could not help but wonder if you were supposed to share
dances with your best friend.
As the night dragged to the latest hours, the crowd had begun to disperse.
Small children got crabby. Pokémon slept where they wished: roosted on fences,
under tables, or in the laps of their trainers.  The boys ended up seated at
the lip of the stage, snacking on Malasada’s, Hau’s treat. The fires were
burning down. Sweat dampened their hair, making it cling to their faces, and
their breathing was heavy. They could barely speak they were so out of breath.
But smiles never left their faces.
Holding his Malasada in one hand, Sun placed the other down on the wood of the
stage, tapping softly the rhythms caught in his head. He looked to Hau,
giggled, and then looked at a drunken couple singing gaudy songs in the worst
voices possible.
“They still think the party is going on,” Hau said through a mouthful of food.
“Mhmm,” Sun agreed, not even daring to attempt that feat.
“I mean. No reason why anyone should stop before they want I suppose.”
Sun opened his mouth to agree, but was halted when he felt warmth wrapping
around his hand. He looked at Hau, whose eyes were facing straight ahead, legs
kicking freely over the side of the stage. He then looked down to see Hau’s
hand clasped over his. His breath caught in his throat.
“I had… a lot of fun, Sun.” Hau said. His face was calm, tranquil. The opposite
of Sun’s current one. “I’m really glad you danced with me.”
“Hau, I…”
Hau turned to look at Sun, for the first time looking genuinely worried. “Do
you not want this? I’m so sorry, Sun I-“ His hand began to loosen his grip.
Sun’s heart skipped a beat. Sun turned his hand over, returning Hau’s grip,
holding his hand. If he wasn’t sure how he felt before, he had just made his
choice now. They both locked eyes, blushing. The worry in Hau’s face vanished.
Instead, what remained was relief, satisfaction. “I’m really glad I got to
dance with you too, Hau…” Sun confessed.
Before Sun even had a chance to think, to process what was happening outside of
reflexive reactions, Hau leaned it. His lips, soft as they looked, pressed
against Sun’s own. Sun’s body jerked. The malasada fell from his grip, hand
instead tightening on the cloth of his shorts. But Hau didn’t give up. Instead,
Hau released Sun’s hand and put his Malasada down to let one hand push against
the back of Sun’s head and the other place lightly onto Sun’s bare chest.
Sun gave in.
He close his eyes, and kissed back. He felt Hau’s tongue pressing against Sun’s
lips, and he opened his mouth to let Hau in. Never in his life would he have
thought Hau was an expert kisser. This was Sun’s first, and he was letting Hau
guide him the whole way. No one around them noticed the two boys making out on
the stage. The drunk couple was too busy dealing with each other, and the rest,
too hasty to leave. But Sun did not want to move anywhere but closer into Hau’s
embrace.
His body felt tingly, sensations flowing through his small body that he had
never thought he’d experience from another boy. His boyhood suddenly felt
really uncomfortable, hardening and standing stiff, reacting to the handiworks
of Hau’s lips and tongue dancing on Sun’s own. The hand that was placed on his
chest began to roam, tracing his body like Hau had done earlier when painting
him. He was feeling the canvas once again.
Sun made no protests, shuddering with every brushing touch, not thinking about
how the hand drifted lower and lower until it finally rested on his erection,
tenting his shorts. Hau broke off just a little, just enough to grin and
whisper, “I’m doing good then?”
Sun nodded, breathing heavily. Their foreheads touched as they looked into each
other’s eyes.
“I think… I think I love you, Sun,” Hau said. “I think I always did…”
Sun paused, processing. His brain could hardly keep up. “I… I think I love you
too.”
Then Hau stood.
“Wait.” Sun said, desperate to keep going, to feel Hau’s lips on his more.
Never before could he imagine that a kiss would feel that good.
“Come on. I want to show you something, but I can’t here.” He bent down and
took Sun’s hand. Behind Hau, Sun followed Hau across the stage. Hau pushed the
canvas aside, and guided Sun behind it, helping him down onto the grassy floor
that was beneath. The area was dark. Very little light from the fires crept its
way behind the stage here. Only the fireflies danced freely back here,
illuminating them in a cast of green.
Sun gulped. Is he…?
“Sun, I think I should ask now.” He took Sun’s hands. “I don’t want to just be
your friend anymore, OK? You’re too important to me, and I know boys really
only date girls, but I want to date you, Sun. I do…” Those eyes. The eyes he
could never say no to. They looked at him pleadingly, vulnerable. “I love you,
Sun. I really, really do. And I’m sorry if you don’t feel the same, but you
make my heart beat crazy fast and you make me so happy –“
Tears started forming in Sun’s eyes. Did Hau even realize that he did the same
for Sun? He swallowed hard, interrupting Hau to say, “I do, Hau. I do love you.
A lot. You make me so happy, Hau, and I-“ His own sob interrupted him.
Hau once again embraced Sun. Sun hesitated, body shaking with the emotions that
stung his eyes and blocked his throat.
“Are you OK?”
A pause. Then, “Yes…” Sun said, and a weight felt lifted from his shoulders. He
returned the embrace. He let his head rest on Hau’s shoulder, taking in the
smell of Hau, who smelled of salt and smoke. Sun expected he smelled the same.
For a moment they stayed like this, embraced in the privacy that only the
firefly light allowed.
Finally, Hau broke off. His eyes were bashful now, looking Sun up and down.
“Hey, I want to show you something… Someone told me about it and well… Can I?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“You’ll see. Just. Stand still, OK?”
Sun nodded, and suddenly, Hau knelt in front of him.
Sun jerked back. “Hau, what are you doing?”
“Just stand still and trust me!” Hau said. His smile was back. Such surety
washed over Sun and he stood still, looking down at his now boyfriend reach for
the button on his shorts. Undoing the button and zipping down the fly, Hau
pulled both Sun’s shorts and underwear to reveal Sun’s boyhood, still semi-
erect from earlier.
“Hey, why are you going down there? That’s…”
“Because it’ll feel really good. See?” And he took his hand and gipped Sun’s
penis. Slowly he began to jerk his hand up and down, Sun’s foreskin moving over
the pink head of Sun’s penis. Sun began to whimper. Strange feelings that he
had never felt ever began to rush him head on. Hau looked up, reassured Sun
with his eyes, and then focused at the task at hand.
“Hau...” Sun moaned. “That’s… my penis. It’s dirty there, you shouldn’t…”
But Hau only chuckled. Then, in one motion, he took Sun’s boyhood into his
mouth, slowly moving further and further down Sun’s shaft until his nose
touched Sun’s crotch. Sun could feel his breath tickling his skin the warmth
from Hau’s mouth a feeling like none other. And then he started to move his
tongue. Sun couldn’t believe it. His knees started to wobble, forcing him to
rest his hands on Hau’s head.
But Hau still wasn’t done. Sucking, Hau began to bob his head along the shaft,
playing with his tongue Sun’s boyhood, working as if he had done this before.
Sun groaned and moaned loudly. The sudden realization of them being outside
dawned on him, and he bit his lip, but still sounds of his whimpering escaped
him.
Hau placed both of his hands on Sun’s thighs, bracing himself to move faster
and faster. All Sun could do was say Hau’s name. He never knew such feelings
could come from doing these things. How could he? How did Hau even know?
Then the feelings began to change. As Hau picked up speed, Sun felt his own
hips start to buck as well, forcing Hau to adjust to the new rhythm Sun’s hips
had set. Sun felt his toes curling in his shoes and his hands, without him
wanting them too, began to grasp and tighten on Hau’s hair.
“Hau. Hau, I’m going to... I’m going to pee, Hau. Hau stop. Hau my penis feels
weird. Hau!”
Sun’s hands clenched tight. His knees gave out, quivering fast, and his eyes
squeezed shut. Hau’s mouth remained clamped tight around his boyhood as Sun
felt something coming out. His hips bucked wildly, shoving his penis into Hau’s
mouth over and over, eliciting grunts from Hau as he tried to manage what was
coming out of Sun.
Then Sun felt control returning to him. He opened his eyes to still see Hau
below him, eyes shut.
“Hau, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-!” Sun panicked, afraid of what thing he did
wrong.
But as Hau pulled away, he saw a smile. He opened his mouth, revealing on his
tongue a pool of white before closing and swallowing. Hau’s eyes seemed to
glow, and he bounced with excitement.
“You didn’t pee, Sun! I made you cum! I did it!” He stood and kissed Sun on the
lips. Sun felt he could taste whatever that was on Hau’s tongue still despite
him having swallowed it. “Boys make cum all the time. How did you not know?”
Sun blushed furiously. “I just didn’t…” His eyes looked away. Hau, however, put
a finger under Sun’s chin and forced him to look into his eyes.
“You are so cute, Sun. How could anyone not love you?”
Sun moaned. “Hau…”
“Hey,” Sun felt his hand being taken. Then it was pressed against something
hard, and Sun realized he had been guided towards Hau’s crotch. Is he feeling
the same as me? “I want to do one more thing. It’s kind of a big thing and I…
really want to share it with you.”
He felt now that he owed Hau. After introducing him to such wonderful feelings,
he wanted Hau to feel the same. He didn’t think he could do what Hau just did
to him. He definitely couldn’t match what Hau had done with his tongue.
“Anything, Hau…” he told him, hoping he had not just promised too much.
“Take off everything and lay down OK?”
Sun did as told, removing his shoes and socks, and then allowing his already
pulled down shorts and underwear to come off.
He laid on his back, watching as Hau did the same, removing all his remaining
clothes until Sun could see Hau’s boyhood standing erect. It looked larger than
his, maybe by a couple of inches, but he didn’t feel any jealousy over it.
Instead, a touch of excitement at learning what Hau had planned filled his
belly.
Hau knelt again, and then took both of Sun’s legs, brought them up, and spread
them. Sun still had no idea what was happening.
Hau spit on his fingers, then they drifted down, and then everything became
clear. They pressed against Sun’s hole, gently rubbing saliva around it, making
it slick. But Hau’s finger did not stop at just rubbing. Eventually, on his
hole, he felt a pressure being pushed harder and harder on his hole, a stranger
feeling that he had never felt before. Sun clenched in fear, forbidding entry
“Relax,” Hau whispered.
“Hau, stop! That’s embaressing!”
“Sun, please let me do this. If you were a girl, we’d be doing something
similar… You’re so cute, I need you Sun… It feels really good. For both of us.”
Sun looked away, nerves running throughout him like a fire storm. If having a
mouth on his penis was dirty, this was even worse. But he promised Hau. He
tried to relax. Then the finger slipped in.
Pain started to radiate from the area, a tension he did notlike. He hissed and
squirmed. “Ow, ow, ow!”
“Hey. Hey.” He suddenly felt Hau’s gentle hand, rubbing up and down his thigh.
He focused on that. The soothing motion calming him as Hau used a finger to
stretch him out. Eventually, the motion of the finger in him stopped hurting.
Instead, a sensation that felt even better than earlier came up, and soon Sun
was squirming for another reason, his breath in huff and puffs.
“This is my first time too,” Hau admitted. Sun felt the finger leave him, a
strange feeling following it. He found he did not want it to.
“It is?”
“Yeah… A friend told me about all of this, and taught me some things but all of
this is new. Please let me know if I really hurt you, OK? But I need you to not
be scared.”
“I won’t.” He had to be the brave person Hau thought he was.
In response, Hau scooted forward. Sun watched as he aligned his penis with
Sun’s hole. Slowly, Sun felt pressure again. He breathed, tried to relax, allow
for the intrusion to come as it wanted. It was thicker than the finger, and the
pain returned, but he breathed through it. He didn’t want to be weak. He wanted
Hau to feel good. He needed to be brave.
Hau began to push in, faster and faster. Sun hissed in pain without wanting
too, but he felt like his hole was being torn open. The pain was intense and he
screamed inside his head for it to stop. But he needed to be strong for Hau.
“Sun, you OK?” Hau looked over him, concern. “I’m going to fast aren’t I. How
bad is the pain?”
“It hurts a lot, Hau… But I can handle it. I can. Just, slow down a little?”
Hau nodded and bent down, placing a kiss on Sun’s lips. He slowed down, as best
as the awkward first timer could. His motions were still jerky, but better than
earlier. The sensation was so strange, feeling something slowly enter inside of
him. He couldn’t help but notice that they were now one in a weird way.
Finally, Hau had based him, pushing all the way inside.
Sun’s whole body was tense, rigid as it tried to adjust to the new intruder.
Hau wasn’t huge, but he was big enough for his age, and for Sun’s virgin hole,
it a lot to handle. Hau did not move though. He hovered over Sun, watching and
waiting for Sun to adjust, for the wince on Sun’s face to disappear. Gently, he
bent down to kiss him again, and Sun returned the kiss. They stayed like that,
kissing quietly. Hau’s hands began to gently stroke Sun’s hair, relaxing him
further. He wasn’t afraid. He trusted Hau completely. He could feel his body
adjusting, feel the pain slowly seeping away. Soon it stopped hurting as much.
“Are you ready?” Hau asked.
“I… think so…” Sun replied
Hau began to move inside him. Pain still lingered now with the motion, but
there was the pleasure again. It was even better than the finger, the feeling
of being so full so strange but yet so right. It pressed something inside him,
something that sent shockwave of happiness through him that instantly made a
moan escape his lips. Hau too began to grunt and moan, and Sun felt proud.
Proud that he was able to make Hau feel good by toughing this out.
Sun felt his own penis had gotten erect again already, and he could not help
but move a hand to mimic as Hau had done, jerking himself off and Hau moved
faster and faster inside of him.
“Sun… Sun I love you.”
“I love you too, Hau.”
They smiled at each other. Hau’s hair had become a mess, and Sun assumed his
had as well, but it didn’t matter. They looked in their eyes. Hau’s thrust had
steadily became more and more quick, forceful, almost animalistic, but Sun was
OK with it, OK with the occasional shoots of ache his inexperience caused,
because the pleasure and pride he was feeling outweighed everything. In this
moment, he’d do anything for Hau. Anything at all.
“Sun.” Hau said his name, moaning it in pleasure. Sun bent his head back,
shutting his eyes, and listened to the noises Hau made. “Sun, you feel so good,
Sun.” Hau’s humping began to increase in vigor, even becoming erratic. Sun felt
Hau’s hands clasp around his side, grabbing so hard that it burned. Sun knew
bruises would form, but he was OK with that too. Hau began to moan and he
picked up the pace, louder and louder. Sun’s own jerking off picked up speed
too. He felt that familiar feeling earlier building up, that he had to pee. Is
Hau getting that feeling too?
Finally Hau slammed into him one more time. Sun yelped at the sudden pressure
as he felt Hau’s hips pressed close against him. Inside, he could feel Hau’s
penis twitching, and a sudden warmth flooded his insides. It felt right, having
Hau cum inside of him, but he wasn’t sure why. It was like that was just how
things should be. The thought combined with the rush of sensation pushed Sun
over the edge and spurts of cum from his own penis landed on his stomach and
chest.
Hau jerked a few more times before finally loosening his grip on Sun’s sides.
The two stayed like that for a moment, Hau inside of him still, panting, as
they studyed each other’s faces. They had just shared their first moment
together and were awash in pure ecstasy.
Sun felt Hau pull out, slowly leaving behind a feeling of emptiness inside of
him that felt wrong. When Hau had pulled out entirely, a feeling of wet warmth
soon bloomed from the area, Hau’s cum leaking out of his hole.
Still panting, Hau laid down next to Sun. Sun turned on his side to face Hau,
allowing the cum on his chest to roll down into the grass below.
“Sun, I’ll need to do that again. I think I’m addicted,” he smirked
Sun beamed. “Of course.” And he buried his head into Hau’s chest, breathing in
all the smells, relishing the warmth. He wanted to feel Hau inside of him
again. He wanted that stinging feeling again, wanted the warmth and Hau’s cum
inside of him. Anything to feel like this again. “Anything for you Hau.”
Hau wrapped his arms around Sun, pulling his close so that the naked boy was
pressed against him. “You did so great.”
“Do we need to go back?” Sun whispered.
“It’s the Summer Festival, Sun. We can stay out as long as we want.”
“Thank you.”
Sun felt stick, smelly, and wet, but did not move a muscle. Here was where he
wanted to be, in Hau’s arms, who made Alola feel like home.  
 
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