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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Black_Clover_-_田畠裕基_|_Tabata_Yuki
  Relationship:
      Asta/Yuno_(Black_Clover)
  Character:
      Asta_(Black_Clover), Yuno_(Black_Clover)
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-26 Words: 2153
****** By the Campfire ******
by galaxolotl
Summary
     Asta and Yuno’s trip to the Magic Knights entrance exam wasn’t
     entirely uneventful.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Asta was Yuno’s rival, his hope, and his inspiration… but he was also a
complete pain in the ass.
They were on their way to the Magic Knights entrance exam. It was a hard
journey, exacerbated by the fact that Asta kept challenging Yuno to races that
his pride wouldn’t allow him to lose. By the time night fell, they were always
exhausted to the bone. At least they slept soundly.
At least, Yuno would have been sleeping soundly one night in particular, if it
weren’t for a certain pain in the ass. When he blinked his weary eyes open in
the middle of the night, it was to the sensation of movement against him. There
were arms around his waist, hugging him from behind, and insistent hips rocking
into him.
This… was definitely not how they fell asleep.
The night was cold when they turned in for the night at Yuno’s insistence. All
they had was a thin blanket to share between them, courtesy of the church. That
led to the two huddling together for warmth by the campfire. They’d fallen
asleep back to back.
Except Asta had apparently rolled over in his sleep, and he was…
Yuno slammed his elbow back into Asta's gut. “Wake up, Asta,” he deadpanned, as
if the blow hadn’t been enough to rouse him.
“Ow!” Asta complained, bolting upright. He rubbed his stomach and levelled Yuno
with a glare. “I'm awake! what was that for, Yuno?!”
“Get yourself under control,” Yuno scoffed. He looked over his shoulder and
pulled some of the blanket away from Asta, who was hogging it. “Your lower half
was being too friendly.”
Asta blinked and reached up to rub the drool from his chin. “Huh?” he followed
Yuno's pointed gaze downward. “...oh.”
“Oops, won’t happen again.” Asta smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his
neck.
With that, Yuno laid back down and shut his eyes. He felt Asta settle behind
him, putting his back to Yuno's again. Yuno would never admit it, but the
sensation was comforting. Asta quite literally had his back. It made him feel
safe.
He heard a yawn, and figured that was the end of that. Just a mildly awkward
situation that they would forget in the morning.
Yuno was just beginning to drift into the soft dark, when Asta’s voice pulled
him back into wakefulness.
“I can't sleep. I'm hard.”
Yuno squeezed his eyes shut harder. Maybe if he ignored Asta, he would go away…
“Yuno?” Asta complained loudly. Damn it.
“Go jump in a river, then.”
“What?! Yuno, you jerk, that’d be cold.”
“That's the point,” Yuno said dryly. His fatigue added more of a bite to his
voice than usual. He just wanted to sleep.
“No way. I'm gonna take care of it,” Asta declared. There was rustling and
squirming behind him that made Yuno's mental facilities go blank.
“Asta, you can't— why would— go do that somewhere else, dumbass.” Yuno,
normally so calm and collected, stumbled over his words. He couldn't believe
this was actually happening. What did he do to deserve this? He wasn’t that
type of character, like Asta, who would probably love to be put in such a
convenient situation. Alone, at night, with the object of his affections in
such a state...
“It's cold out,” Asta protested. He added something under his breath that
sounded suspiciously like, still not as cold as your heart though.His voice
took on a wheedling tone. “C’moooon, I'll be quick. I'll be quiet too, you
won't even notice.”
How could I not notice?Yuno wanted to scream.
“Do what you want,” Yuno gritted out.
Asta wasted no time in pushing his pants down and getting to it, judging by the
sounds Yuno was trying not to listen to. Apparently he was sticking to his
promise to be quick. But Yuno couldn't stop himself from hearing every little
thing. The rustling of Asta’s clothes, the sound of him spitting into his hand,
and—
The tips of Yuno's ears flushed pink. His neck burned. His skin prickled. With
a sinking feeling, he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep until Asta
finished.
Yuno curled further into himself, breathing shallowly, heart pounding in his
ears. He wasn’t some kind of pervert, he wasn’t, but each little noise from
behind him made his body heat up further. He dug his nails into his thighs.
Asta was breathing a little harder. He was trying to kill Yuno, wasn’t he?
Seconds stretched into minutes. The torture seemed to stretch on for an
eternity. Yuno wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was far too much.
“What's taking so long?” Yuno's voice cut through the darkness as he reached
his limit, unable to take the slick sounds and huffs of breath beside him for a
moment longer. “Hurry up and finish so I can sleep.”
The movements behind Yuno stopped.
“I can’t cum,” Asta complained. There was a breathy quality to his voice that
made it all the more visceral what he was doing. It felt like a punch in the
gut to Yuno. “I'm not used to using my left hand when I do it.”
“What's wrong with your right?”
Yuno went rigid as he felt and heard Asta shuffling behind him, rolling onto
his back. He shoved his hand in Yuno’s face without ceremony. Yuno caught his
wrist and examined his calloused palm. There were several ugly scrapes towards
the base of his thumb, scabbed over.
“Training,” Asta explained. Yuno could hear the proud grin in his voice, that
one that said, I won’t lose to you.“I was running in the woods and I tripped.”
“Dumbass,” Yuno deadpanned.
“Hey, you jerk—!” Asta huffed and pulled his hand away, putting his back to
Yuno once more. “Anyway, I still gotta cum,” he said matter-of-factly. Yuno was
sure only Asta could announce something like that without an ounce of shame.
Yuno's stomach twisted. He couldn't take it anymore.
Yuno turned over and pressed himself flush to Asta's warm, muscular back. He
felt him freeze. His hand steadied Asta’s elbow. Trailed down his thick
forearm, to his wrist.
“Let me.”
Asta was stock still at first, stunned into a statue. But those two words, or
maybe Yuno's reverent touch, made him relax into the body curled around him.
Wordlessly, he took Yuno's hand in his own warm, sticky one, and guided it to
where he ached the most.
It was hot and heavy in Yuno’s hand, but soft. Like burning steel covered in
velvet. His fingers explored of their own accord and familiarized themselves
with the new territory. Trailing over veins, teasing the flushed, sticky head,
dipping down to squeeze his balls. They were just light, fleeting, exploratory
touches, but Yuno delighted in the way Asta shivered and caught his breath.
What am I doing? Yuno wondered helplessly. Why is he letting me do this?
Asta curled his hand around Yuno’s, making his grip tighten just the way he
wanted it. It was already so wet, so easy to stroke up, rubbing his thumb over
the head, and then back down, twisting his hand.
“Oh,” Asta sighed. His voice was rough, and pride flashed through Yuno that he
was the one to cause that. “Your hand’s so soft, Yuno.”
Yuno looked over Asta, watched him slide in and out of his fist in a hypnotic
motion. He didn’t know where to look. His eyes moved back to Asta’s face,
softly illuminated by the glow of the campfire. He watched his pink, chapped
lips part on heavy inhales and exhales, watched his teeth momentarily bite into
them. He watched his eyes flutter between closed and open, like he couldn’t
decide whether to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation, or to watch Yuno’s
hand move around him. Locks of unruly hair were stuck to his forehead with
sweat.
Asta was so beautiful it hurt to look at. Not for the first time, Yuno felt
that magnetic pull to him, a pull that he was sure everyone who came to know
Asta felt. It defied all odds, considering he was noisy, short, and seemed to
have no appealing qualities besides sheer determination— but he was like a
flame, wild and lovely and full of life, and most of all warm. Yuno was just
one moth among many.
“Asta,” Yuno demanded. Green eyes flickered over, and Asta turned his head.
Giving Yuno all of his attention, just the way he wanted it. “If you think
about Sister Lily for even a second, I’ll stop.”
Asta’s eyes widened. “I wasn’t!” He defended. “It’s rude to think about
somebody else while doing stuff with someone!”
“Good. Keep it that way.”
Yuno’s unoccupied hand slipped up Asta’s shirt, feeling his warm, toned stomach
that jumped under his touch. Yuno’s fingers explored his abs, his ribs, up to
his defined pecs. It was all evidence of how hard he worked. Yuno admired him,
so much.
Asta sighed and rolled his hips, starting to move in time with Yuno’s strokes
and fuck his fist. It made something twist low in Yuno’s gut, hot and electric.
He pulled his hand from Asta’s shirt and moved it up to his face, gripping his
chin and turning his face closer. He caught Asta in a firm kiss.
They were both inexperienced. Asta kissed back a little too eagerly, bumping
Yuno with his nose and teeth and pushing forward like he was trying to win a
battle.
Yuno’s hand slowed. His fingers teased over Asta’s dripping tip, toying with
it. He pulled away.
“What are you doing?”
“Kissing you,” Asta said, with a heavy undercurrent of, isn’t it obvious?
“More like mauling me.”
“Hey!” Asta said indignantly. “I’d like to see you kiss better.”
Well, Yuno wasn’t going to turn down a direct challenge. He narrowed his eyes.
His hand squeezed Asta, startling a breathy groan from him and making his hips
buck up. He pressed his lips to Asta’s and did his best to make him eat those
words.
Yuno was slipping his tongue into Asta’s mouth before long, swallowing the
noises he made. They kissed hot and hungry. Yuno’s fingers tangled in Asta’s
hair, while Asta reached back to wrap an arm around Yuno’s shoulders and grip
his shirt. The angle was awkward, but neither cared.
“Are you close?” Yuno panted against Asta’s lips.
“Yeah. Yeah,” Asta breathed, and surged forward. It was his turn to lick his
way between Yuno’s teeth, to explore every inch of his mouth with desperation.
He fucked into Yuno’s fist with renewed urgency.
Asta fell apart in Yuno’s arms, gasping and moaning and giving a few last hard,
long thrusts. Of course he was noisy, even during this. Yuno felt hot, wet cum
drip over his fingers.
Their kiss slowed to something languid and sweet. Asta heaved a long, pleased
sigh. When Yuno opened his eyes, it was to see Asta’s face flushed a pretty
pink, his eyelids drooping and his hair a sweaty bird’s nest. He uncurled his
fingers from the back of it.
Yuno withdrew his dirty hand from Asta’s softening length and wiped it on his
thigh.
“Handsome jerk,” Asta said half-heartedly. He looked too pleased and fucked-out
for Yuno to take him seriously. He dropped his head back down, stretched, and
yawned.
Yuno hid his slight smile against the back of Asta’s neck. He held his hips
back to keep from pressing his hardness into Asta. It wasn’t like he expected
Asta to...
“Your turn,” Asta announced. He wasted no time in rolling over and pushing Yuno
onto his back. His grin was radiant. “What kind of best friend would I be if I
didn’t return the favor, huh?”
“This isn't a competitio— oh.”
All the breath in Yuno's lungs seemed to leave him at once as Asta slipped
between his legs, pulled his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop, and
sucked him into his mouth.
Almost immediately Asta was gagging and pulling back. He glared at Yuno’s cock
like it was personally responsible for his error, staring it down as if it were
an enemy to be defeated. He sucked in a breath and dove back in for attempt
number two, which was only marginally more successful.
“Y...you don’t have to—”
“I want to! Shut up, Yuno, just sit back and think of pretty girls or
something!” Asta huffed.
“I don't have any interest in women,” Yuno muttered, in the process of
relearning how to breathe. “Only you.”
“Really?” Asta asked, sounding far more innocent than anyone with a cock
hovering inches from their lips had any right to. A grin spread across his
face, and a fire burned in his eyes. “Then keep your eyes on me. Don't you dare
look away, Yuno.”
As if Asta needed to tell him.
It was going to be a long, sleepless night.
End Notes
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