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works/1934523.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Arakita_Yasutomo/Onoda_Sakamichi
  Character:
      Arakita_Yasutomo, Onoda_Sakamichi
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-07-11 Completed: 2014-08-18 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 5180
****** Cozy ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Arakita lets himself drop down on Onoda’s bed, his feet dangling from
     the end, the creaking bed clearly designed for children. Thankfully,
     three years of high school dorms prepared him for this, and he curls
     up over the blue sheets while glaring at all the magical girl posters
     and robot toys staring at him.
Notes
     Blame my reread of volume 20+21, all those cute fluffy vanilla queer
     romance movies i've been watching & A Certain Friend for enabling me
     to write this. Contains minor spoilers for up to volume 32, as well
     as mentions of other pairs!
     (translated in chinese here: http://ecoooli.lofter.com/post/
     33f8c8_5e3c829 !)
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Yonan University being conveniently located near Tokyo made Arakita’s visits in
Chiba much more frequent ever since he graduated, dropping by Onoda’s house
whenever he’d find time in between his hectic life of confusing lectures and
labs, demanding bicycle club practice and races, and a surprisingly active
social life composed of parties on the university grounds and outings with his
old teammates.
He’d only give Onoda an hour or two notice before dropping by, parking his
bicycle outside the small house and inviting himself in, Onoda’s mother somehow
always thrilled to see him, making Arakita feel obliged to show a decent amount
of manners. Onoda doesn’t always make it home in time, busy with the large
amount of work he has to put in to uphold Sohoku’s cycling club’s new
reputation, struggling with homework at Sugimoto’s house, lending a hand at
Kanzaki’s store, or hanging out with Naruko and Imaizumi.
It never troubles Arakita, who allows himself to enter Onoda’s bedroom after
helping his mother out by reaching for things on higher shelves or running to
the convenience store to pick up a missing ingredient. Neither of them really
mingle into each other’s business, something Arakita was grateful for, somehow
doubtful he’d be able to tell Onoda exactly what his activities consist of
whenever he attends campus parties or spends the night at any of his old
teammates’ places.
So he drops down on Onoda’s bed, the blue sheets a faint smell of fabric
softener, his feet dangling from the end, the creaking bed clearly designed for
children. Thankfully, three years of high school dorms prepared him for this,
and Arakita curls up on the small bed while glaring at all the magical girl
posters and robot toys staring at him. He pulls his phone out of his pockets,
making use of his first moments of free time of the day to message his friends.
He replies to the pictures of a pair of cats Fukutomi encountered on Meisou
University’s grounds that morning, makes sure to rile Toudou up by replying
rudely to the summary of his latest race, tells Kinjou that Onoda’s mother is
doing fine and asks him to take notes for him in tomorrow morning’s lecture,
and scolds Shinkai for not messaging him of the whole day.
He takes a manga volume out of Onoda’s packed bookshelf, trying to remember if
he already read this series during one of his previous visits, settling back
down on the bed to read it, replying to a text message after every other page.
The silence that fills the house always surprises Arakita, who’s only ever
known crowded dorms or two obnoxious siblings and an overly playful dog. The
coziness of Onoda’s room somehow always manages to put him at ease, allowing
him to let his guard down and take a well-needed break from his frantic
lifestyle. Arakita passes out near the middle of the volume, shortly after
texting Shinkai that his dinner looked awful despite secretly craving a share
of it, the silence and comforting smell of the room lulling him to sleep.
He’s unsure of how long his nap lasted when he’s woken up by the faint buzzing
of a television and the flashing lights coming out of it, lazily propping
himself up on his arm to look at Onoda, sitting on the floor of his room,
headphones plugged in as he quietly hums at his screen and sways his head from
side to side. Arakita stretches his back before sliding off the bed, making
Onoda jump in surprise when he sits next to him. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to
wake you up!”
Arakita grumbles in response, inwardly cursing at himself for falling asleep
and having wasted time he could’ve been spending with Onoda instead. He watches
him unplug the headphones before sitting back down near Arakita, their pinkies
brushing against each other. Onoda lifts himself off of his knees so that he
could reach Arakita’s cheek, his lips barely grazing the skin in a kiss,
something Arakita is grateful for, certain that Onoda would’ve felt the warmth
of his blush otherwise. “Thank you for coming by today! I know that it’s far
and that you’re tired and busy because of university and cycling and—”
"It’s fine." Arakita cuts him off, still embarrassed about the way Onoda
constantly apologized and thanked him, always doing so with a bright smile. He
wraps his arm around Onoda’s shoulders, slowly, carefully making sure that his
fingers are gentle when they settle on his arm, screaming internally at his
face to stop feeling so warm. Onoda snuggles against him, stuttering as he
explains why he came home so late, something about Teshima making him and the
other juniors assist the freshmen in practice. Arakita doesn’t hear all of it,
so focused on attempting to calm his heartbeats, which were putting him in a
compromising position what with Onoda resting his head against his chest.
"A-anyways! Do you want to eat something? Or go cycling or maybe play something
or go somewhere or if you want to sleep more that’s okay too—" Onoda always
seems worried that he’ll bore Arakita, who wishes he could find the proper
words to assure him that it would never happen. Instead he ruffles his hair,
attempting to sound dismissive as he says, "I don’t care. Continue watching
your show."
Onoda nods with a large smile on his face, grabbing the remote and turning up
the volume. Arakita secretly enjoyed most of the series Onoda watched,
eventually managing to stop himself from spending the whole time complaining
about how unrealistic and stupid they were as he did the first few times he
visited Onoda’s house. He grabs his phone with his free hand, pretending to
only be mildly interested as he sends delayed replies to his friends’ messages,
trying to distract himself from Onoda’s hair tickling his bare arm and the
warmth pressing against his torso.
They spend an entire episode like this, neither of them saying anything, unable
to know that the other was blushing just as much as they were since they were
both too shy to look at each other. Arakita lets go of Onoda’s arm when the
opening of the other show starts, his little seated dance way too adorable to
hinder in any way. Onoda giggles timidly as it ends, Arakita snorting himself
and looking back to his phone’s screen to hide his own embarrassment. However,
instead of settling himself against Arakita’s chest again, Onoda lies down
besides him, resting his head on his thigh, the intensely red flush of his face
clearly visible even as he’s turned towards the screen.
Arakita himself can feel his face burning up, trying hard to make his legs stay
in place despite his heavy breathing, making sure his thigh is comfortable
enough for Onoda. He focuses all of his attention to his phone, texting Shinkai
to distract himself, forgetting his own pride as he asks him what to do about
this situation.
'u do that 2 me all the time tho?? just ask urself what u usually want when u
put ur head on my lap'
Arakita curses at Shinkai under his breath for his unhelpful reply, which makes
Onoda turn his head to look up towards him.
"Sorry. Spam mail." Arakita says, and Onoda naively accepts the explanation.
However, he doesn’t turn back around to look at the screen, instead staying
like this, the back of his head against Arakita’s thigh and looking at him with
those ridiculously large and sparkling eyes, sincere smile beneath flushed
cheeks. Arakita wants to look away to hide his nervousness, but Onoda’s shaky
hands find their way around his nape before he can do so, closing the distance
between their faces fast enough for Arakita to drop his phone in surprise.
Their lips smack together, mouths shut shyly, Arakita’s nose bumping into
Onoda’s glasses. He snorts despite himself, adjusting his position to make
things a bit more comfortable, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around one of
Onoda’s wrists, smiling against his mouth as it opens. Onoda’s tongue is
careful as it slides across Arakita’s lips, who parts them slightly, still
uncertain on how to proceed no matter how many times they’ve kissed. It’s not
as if Arakita was a professional in the art of kissing either way, often
skipping this part entirely or letting his partners take the lead when he was
with others.
It makes their kisses feel as if it were the first each time, Onoda’s gentle
fingers playing with the hair at the back of Arakita’s head, his tongue slowly
slipping into Arakita’s mouth, softly grazing it against his teeth. Onoda lets
out a barely distinguishable moan as Arakita pushes his tongue into his mouth,
making him take it back immediately, worried that he might have been too pushy.
But Onoda deepens the kiss on his own, not flinching when Arakita’s grip around
his wrist tightens.
Both of their faces are flushed as they break apart, Onoda smiling wide and
Arakita red up to his ears as he wipes a string of saliva off of his chin, his
expression changing into a frown as he notices that Onoda wasn’t breaking eye
contact. “What.”
"A-Arakita-san…" Onoda’s face somehow manages to become even more flustered as
he stumbles over his words, lifting himself off of Arakita’s legs to sit right
in front of him, staring directly into his eyes as he continues. "I really have
fun when we’re together, and I love when we do things like… this, and I really
like you, and I was wondering if… If… Maybe…"
Arakita shifts nervously, fumbling to grab his phone, a vague idea of what
Onoda was trying to ask forming itself at the back of his mind even before he
finishes talking. “W-well, I was told that you like doing these kind of things,
which is nothing wrong, of course! A-actually, it’s amazing!”
There is only one person who would’ve shared this kind of information with
Onoda, and Arakita mentally curses at a certain blue-haired brat while Onoda
continues. “So I was wondering… Well… Would you like… To have… Sex? With me?”
Onoda’s face looks like it might catch on fire by the time he finishes talking,
and Arakita can feel his own hands shaking a little as he tightens his grip on
his phone. He stares at Onoda and his shy smile in disbelief for several
seconds before replying. “Maybe. Probably? Um. Okay. I need to go to the
bathroom.”
Arakita runs off as he said he would, just as embarrassed about what Onoda was
asking of him than by the fact that he was suddenly nervous about doing
something he already does at least once a week. But it was somehow different
with Onoda, whose straightforward honesty, unsullied intentions and
incontestably adorable demeanor made Arakita feel like he was back in middle
school. He sits on the cold tiles of the bathroom floor, allowing himself to
cool down as he pulls out his phone, messaging Shinkai again.
"shit you gotta help me you dumbass he just asked me to fucking sleep with
him?? wtf do i do"
Arakita groans while scratching his head, looking up towards the ceiling as he
waits for a reply, his mind running like crazy. It’s almost been a whole year
since he started seeing Onoda regularly, most of their time spent together
consisting of casually hanging out in Onoda’s room or cycling around the
neighbourhood, their actual dates few and far between. They didn’t always kiss,
let alone do anything more than cuddling, and it surprisingly didn’t bother
Arakita at all. He had other friends there to help him in this area, friends
such as the one who finally replied after what felt like forever to Arakita.
"y r u even txting me this omg just sleep w him if thats what u also want. n
have fun!!"
Arakita throws his phone into the garbage can next to him with a scream before
standing up, making cold water come out of the faucet and splashing some of it
against his face, not daring to look in the mirror, already certain that he
would see nothing in his reflection other than his flustered face. He sighs
deeply and picks his phone back out of the trash, taking one last deep breath
before walking out of the bathroom and back to Onoda’s room.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Help I feel like I will be heading straight to hell for having
     written about Onoda Sakamichi's Dick, no matter how vanilla this
     is... (Here is the R18 part of the story!)
Onoda is sitting on his bed when Arakita enters the room, closing the door
behind him as the younger boy stops fiddling his fingers to look at him, his
brows furrowed into a worried look, his face still red as he stutters an
unneeded apology. “I’m so sorry! I never should have asked something like that
especially so bluntly and—”
"It’s fine, Onoda-chan. I want to." Arakita is staring at the wall as he says
so, too embarrassed to even look at him. Onoda puts on a smile even wider than
any Arakita had ever seen on him as he starts thanking him and expressing his
excitement repeatedly, stopping only when Arakita grabs the lower hem of his
tank top with both of his hands and pulls it over his head, throwing it aside
and walking towards the bed, his arms crossed over his chest.
Onoda is staring at Arakita’s torso intently, looking up and down at it with a
blush, shaky fingertips grazing his stomach appreciatively, Arakita blushing as
he watches Onoda’s shining eyes below him, mouth open in admiration. “Your body
is so strong, Arakita-san!”
Arakita scoffs at the comment before smiling, realizing that the only other
person to have made statements of the like about his thin frame was Fukutomi,
the two overly earnest boys’ unexpected similarities always so amusing to
Arakita. He didn’t even understand what either of them meant by that, his body
nothing but skin and bones, embarrassing compliments such as 'beautiful' or
'cute' making even more sense to him than 'strong'.
No comments are made regarding the various kind of scars and multiple bruises
covering Arakita’s upper body, thankfully, as he wouldn’t have been able to
come up with any excuse other than blaming cycling. Onoda traces his touch up
Arakita’s stomach, making him uncross his arms and bring his own hands down to
Onoda’s sides, hesitantly grabbing handfuls of the fabric of his shirt to pull
it up, Onoda raising his arms above his head to let him do so. He looks up at
Arakita with a smile, gripping his hand as soon as his shirt is thrown aside,
and pulls on it to make Arakita lean down, their lips meeting again, Onoda much
less hesitant now as he moves his mouth.
Arakita breaks their kiss to sit down on the bed, brushing Onoda’s flushed
cheeks with his fingers in a surprisingly gentle manner before removing Onoda’s
glasses for him, putting them on his bedside table after folding them. “Can you
see?”
"J-just enough! It’ll be alright." Onoda smiles, his eyes looking even bigger
without the silver frames surrounding them. Arakita turns around, embarrassed
to look at Onoda’s shirtless form for too long, as if he wasn’t around people
who go about half-naked on a daily basis. He pulls down his own shorts instead
and then leans down to slip off his socks, tensing up slightly as Onoda’s warm
fingers graze his spine, slowly sliding them downwards until he’s caressing
Arakita’s lower back, seemingly fascinated by his protruding bones.
Onoda jerks his hand away as soon as Arakita sits back up, smiling shyly
towards him as their fingers mingle with each other over the bed sheets, their
hands brushing against each other. Arakita manages to break the awkward silence
by mumbling, “Have you done this kind of shit before?”
"Yes! Well, I mean, only a little, just a few times, such as—" Onoda begins
enumerating his sexual ventures with some of his teammates, very few yet still
surprising to Arakita, who had never been able to even imagine Onoda in this
kind of context. The simple fact that Onoda was able to talk about these kind
of things in such a straightforward manner despite his shaky voice and red
cheeks makes Arakita even more flustered than he already was, interrupting as
soon as things become a little too detailed for him.
"Yeah yeah, alright, I get it. So what do you want to do?" Arakita never was
any good at actually discussing sexual topics, or anything else for that
matter, usually leaving the planning to his partners, who either were the kind
of people who could easily tell what he wanted and for who he would do anything
for, or whose preferences simply mattered little to Arakita. Onoda was neither
of those, and all Arakita was hoping for is to avoid making him uncomfortable.
Onoda’s attempt at an answer is nothing but embarrassed stutters and gibberish
as he squeezes his hand tightly, which further confirms Arakita’s worries
concerning their ability to communicate verbally with each other. "Forget it.
Let’s do whatever you want to do. You got what we need?"
Onoda nods before reaching for the drawer of his bedside table, leaning over
Arakita as he does so, his soft stomach pressing against the side of Arakita’s
thigh. He smiles as he pulls out a large bottle of lube and an unopened box of
condoms, showing them to Arakita, who squints as he notices the name of the
brand written on the box, known for their larger sized products. Either Onoda
had bought these with someone else in mind, had big expectations for Arakita,
or had picked a box at random without thinking much of it. Arakita was hoping
for the latter, but didn’t care to think about it too hard. He lets out an
amused chuckle as he gets off the bed and walks towards the backpack he brought
over, unzipping a small pocket to pull out his preferred brand and size, which
he always kept on him in case of emergencies. While these emergencies occurred
rather frequently, he certainly didn’t expect one of them to happen in Onoda’s
room, and Arakita finds the need to take a deep breath before standing back up
and heading towards the bed again.
He waves the small bag in front of Onoda’s face, making him blush further as he
apologizes, storing the oversized condoms’ box away. Arakita ruffles Onoda’s
short hair while handing him the bag, smirking as he lays down on the bed, one
hand under his head and the other nervously fiddling with the hem of his
underwear. He's staring at the ceiling when he feels Onoda's weight leave the
bed and hears him slide his pants off, his heart skipping a beat at the sound
of a belt buckle hitting the floor. Arakita doesn't dare to take a look at
Onoda despite how long he was taking to undress, probably carefully folding the
discarded pieces of clothing.
Arakita can feel his breathing stop as Onoda gets back on the bed after what
felt like forever, knees on each side of Arakita's hips, warm skin grazing
thighs as Onoda sits over him. His whole body looks flushed, looking down as he
plays with his own fingers, and Arakita can feel himself reddening all over
again after glancing at the entirely naked boy straddling him. Onoda was little
despite being nowhere near as thin as he was, short stature overlooking
Arakita's body, small yet muscular legs shaking slightly as they press against
his sides, tiny hands hesitantly grazing his stomach. Arakita moves his own
hand out of the way, brushing his fingers over one of Onoda's knees instead, an
unintentional grimace on his face as he watches his briefs being tugged down
just enough for his dick to slip out.
Surprised by how forward Onoda was being, Arakita props himself up on his
elbow, watching through squinted eyes as Onoda traces a finger up the side of
Arakita's shaft, the touch more curious than erotic. A low groan leaves his
throat as Onoda slides his finger across the head of his dick before pulling
back, startled by the sound. Arakita chuckles as he dares a glance towards
Onoda's face, whose blush deepens before looking away, his small hands moving
back down. Onoda wraps his fingers around the base of Arakita's cock, a shy
smile plastering his face as he stares at the perfectly hairless crotch in
admiration, his fingers shaking slightly as they slowly move up the thin shaft.
Arakita had gotten used to slow and gentle sexual situations by now thanks to
certain aces who weren't as wild as most of his other partners, but it was
nonetheless difficult for him to not feel impatient as Onoda's fingers
awkwardly made their way around his dick without much purpose. He grazes his
fingers up Onoda's thigh as he sits up, watching his expression attentively as
he moves his hand towards the smaller boy's crotch, hoping he wasn't making him
uncomfortable. Onoda moves closer to Arakita instead, his chest pressing
forward and his dick deliberately brushing against Arakita's own, who barely
manages to hold back a shout as his heartbeat increases at an embarrassing
rate.
Onoda's lips graze the bony area of Arakita's chest, encouraging him to move
his hand towards their dicks, his long fingers pressing their shafts against
each other. Arakita chuckles, somewhat embarrassed but mostly amused at how
Onoda was both thicker and slightly longer than he was, feeling both of their
lengths harden with each stroke of his hand. Onoda rolls his hips forward,
increasing the friction between the two of them as his mouth moves up to
Arakita's collarbones, soft kisses contrasting with his enthusiastic thrusts.
Arakita can't help a moan as Onoda kisses his neck, his small fingers shakily
pressing over Arakita's hand as he joins in with his stroking, rubbing his
chest upwards with each movement of his hips. Onoda lifts himself off of his
knees just enough for his lips to reach Arakita's own, muffling another pleased
sound of his while he rubs his palm over the head of their cocks, spreading
pre-cum down their short shafts as he twists his hand back down. Their kiss is
more intimate than earlier as arousal overtakes Arakita's bashfulness, his
tongue grazing over Onoda's teeth before slipping into his mouth, a smile at
the corners of his busy mouth when their noses knock into each other, Onoda's
movements frantic despite his tightly closed eyes. 
Onoda breaks their kiss only to reach for the bottle of lube he had left
nearby, grabbing the hand Arakita wasn't making use of and spreading the cold
liquid over his fingers before he could even ask any question. Arakita watches
Onoda's embarrassed yet smiling expression as he guides his fingers behind him,
his own hand trembling while pressing Arakita's fingers against his backside.
He's too apprehensive to move despite the swaying of Onoda's hips, who's trying
to incite Arakita to put his fingers inside of him, now looking up at him with
parted lips and pleading eyes as he makes Arakita's hand slide between his butt
cheeks.
Arakita is still hesitant as he moves his fingers across Onoda's opening,
allowing the younger boy to take the lead as he presses their dicks against
each other again and strokes his small hand upwards. Arakita causes Onoda to
look down shyly when he lets out another groan, his finger pushing into Onoda,
gliding into the tight opening with ease. He circles his finger inside, biting
his lip nervously as he watches Onoda shifting in his lap, unsure of how to
proceed considering how rarely he did this to others, more used to stretching
his own ass, both for his personal pleasure and for the sake of others.
Onoda rolls his hips backwards, trying to match his rhythm to his hand's
strokes, his breath heavy against Arakita's chest as he presses his torso
against him. A quiet gasp escapes Onoda's lips as Arakita dares a second finger
into him, twisting them in deep before pulling them out almost entirely, then
spreading them apart slowly. Arakita watches Onoda's expression carefully,
still worried about coming off too rough as he thrusts his fingers in and out a
few times, so focused on preparing Onoda that he forgets about the friction
against his own dick.
Arakita's attention is brought back to his own body as Onoda lets out a moan,
warmth pooling in his stomach over how enticing the sound was, and Arakita
curses at himself for wanting to hear more of it. He looks away when Onoda
stares up at him again, his face burning up as his fingers continue moving
inside of him. Arakita yelps in surprise as he's pushed down, his head hitting
the pillow while Onoda's hands rest over his chest, who's apologizing
repeatedly, his voice stuttering more than ever as he tries explaining that he
didn't intend on using so much force. Arakita laughs, pulling his fingers out
of Onoda only to graze his hand up, trying to reassure him by caressing his
hips, gestures somehow easier to communicate with rather than words.
Onoda reaches for the condom Arakita had given him earlier and fumbles to
unwrap it, urged by how empty he was feeling, barely taking note of Arakita's
hand sliding up his stomach. He struggles some more after unwrapping it, hands
trembling as he holds Arakita's dick with one hand and tries to sheathe it with
his other. Judging by his difficulties and the nature of the experiences he had
mentioned earlier, Arakita guesses that Onoda has never used a condom before,
and helps him slide it over himself. Onoda smiles shyly as he apologizes, his
eyes following Arakita's hands as they grab the bottle of lube, pouring some of
its content over his slender fingers before sliding them over his dick, coating
his own length.
Arakita's eyes are on Onoda's small frame while his fingers brush along his
thighs, watching the younger boy lift himself off of his lap and crawl up to
him, his little hands pressing Arakita into the pillow by the shoulders. Their
lips meet again as Onoda leans down, their tongues sloppily grazing each other
now that most of their shyness had dissipated, even if the redness covering
both of their faces might say otherwise. One of Onoda's hands leaves Arakita's
shoulder to reach behind him instead, his grip trembling as he wraps his
fingers around Arakita's shaft before lowering himself onto it. Warmth
surrounds Arakita, his dick sliding into Onoda easily, a loud groan and slight
arch of his back encouraging Onoda to sit up.
They stop moving for a few seconds, Arakita breathing heavily as he watches
Onoda straddled on top of him, his eyes half-lidded and a smile on his lips as
he caresses the lines of Arakita's torso resting below him before reaching for
his hands again, guiding both of them towards his butt. Arakita shyly accepts
the invitation, his slim fingers grabbing handfuls of Onoda's surprisingly full
cheeks, another moan slipping out of his lips when Onoda starts moving his hips
again. He sways his hips forward before rotating them slowly, and Arakita can
feel his dick stroking every corner it could reach as Onoda moves over him.
Onoda grows less quiet, his moans louder each time he lifts himself off of
Arakita's cock before pushing himself back on it, the sound of their skin
slapping against each other even noisier than Arakita's own groans as Onoda
increases the pace of his riding. Arakita can't help but be surprised by
Onoda's enthusiasm despite how much he was enjoying it himself, moving his
hands up to grab at small hips as he gyrates around Arakita's dick, a string of
drool at the corner of his smiling mouth. Onoda grazes his hands up Arakita's
torso as he starts leaning down, his movements frantic as he thrusts the cock
in and out of himself, his own length sliding across Arakita's stomach as he
presses his body against him. Onoda wraps one of his arms around Arakita's neck
while his other hand caresses his chest, his fingers fumbling across old
bruises as he slows down the swaying of his hips, allowing Arakita to bury his
dick as deeply as he could.
Arakita can hear his name being moaned near his ears as he finally brings
himself to move his own hips forward, too aroused to let his flustered state
stop him. He thrusts his dick into Onoda with a growl as his nails dig into his
hips, his eyes shut as sounds of pleasure fill his ears. Arakita curses loudly
when Onoda starts rolling his hips again, his dick throbbing from the friction
and tight warmth, and his voice probably wakes the entire neighborhood as he
comes.
Onoda continues riding him, his moans the only sounds in the room as Arakita
tries to catch his breath, his orgasm washing over him. He barely has time to
do so that Onoda's mouth is on his again, their lips moving against each other
frantically. Onoda's fingers tug on the hair at Arakita's nape as he rolls his
hips forward, rubbing his dick between both of their torsos while thrusting
himself off of Arakita's cock. A moan at the back of his throat encourages
Arakita to wrap his hand around Onoda's shaft, helping him reach his orgasm
while his other hand squeezes a butt cheek.
A few more strokes and Onoda comes all over Arakita's stomach, milky streaks
covering his bony torso. He's too exhausted to apologize as he falls besides
Arakita on the bed, his breath hot against the side of the taller boy's chest
and his fingers still trembling as he wraps his arms around Arakita's waist,
not bothered by the smudged cum. A barely audible whisper can be heard as Onoda
thanks him, making Arakita blush even more than he had of the entire night. His
reply comes as a grumble while he pulls the filled condom off of himself, tying
it up before disposing of it in the trash bin conveniently placed besides the
bed, moving as little as he can to avoid bothering Onoda. Arakita is in the
middle of putting his briefs back on properly when Onoda talks again, "You
could stay here tonight!"
Despite being worded as a suggestion, it felt more like a request, Onoda's arms
tightly wrapped around Arakita, his face pressed against his chest. Request
which Arakita was more than happy to oblige despite what his heavy sighing
might imply, one hand in Onoda's hair, petting his head gently, while his other
arm was around his shoulders, holding Onoda close to him.
☆☆☆
Arakita is already on his way back to Yonan by the time he checks his messages,
cursing in the middle of the street, holding his handlebars with one hand and
his phone in the other.
"how was it :-) is he bigger than u?"
He shoves his phone back into his pocket with a scream, contemplating skipping
his afternoon classes as well for the sake of a quick visit to Meisou.
 
 
End Notes
     Thank you so much for reading, and for bearing with the one month gap
     between the two parts LMFAO!!
     I hope to see more of this pair in the future... I'm counting on you
     guys...
     Find me on twitter@panty or on tumblr@hakogaku for more Arakita
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