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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DRAMAtical_Murder
  Relationship:
      Koujaku/Seragaki_Aoba, Koujaku/Sly_Blue_(DRAMAtical_Murder)
  Character:
      Koujaku_(DRAMAtical_Murder), Seragaki_Aoba, Sly_Blue
  Additional Tags:
      One-Sided_Attraction, Masturbation, Pornography, Blowjobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-02 Words: 1258
****** Mistakes ******
by mofspades
Summary
     Although he had planned to stay over, he simply couldn’t do it after
     that, so that’s how Koujaku came to laying in bed, staring at the
     ceiling at 2:30 am wondering if he was attracted to men.
Notes
     Inspired by a conversation I had with my Nii-San.
     First time writing full blown porn, so I hope its alright.
     Also just a reminder: Although Aoba's age is not specified in this
     fic, it is implied that he is young, most likely underaged, meaning
     that even if he is just one or two years under the legal age, it is
     still considered child pornography. I don't support or condone this
     in any way. Just a friendly reminder not to send/make pictures or
     videos if you are a minor. It is highly illegal and you could get the
     other person into very deep shit (this applies to role-playing as
     well as chat sites and other formats).
     With that out of the way, please enjoy and don't forget to leave a
     kudos and/or comment below.
     Thanks.
See the end of the work for more notes
Koujaku lay awake on his bed, unable to sleep as thoughts came rushing into his
head.
He’d run into Aoba again that day and even stayed at his house for dinner and
some chilling afterwards. However, that wasn’t what got him into this state.
What was strange was what happened before dinner.
Here he was, minding his own business. He’d greeted Tae-san as usual and asked
where Aoba was, to which she invited him to go up to his room and wake him up
if he was sleeping. Simple, right?
But the moment he’d walked into that room, everything changed for Koujaku.
He was comfortable saying he had some “more than a friend” kind of feelings for
Aoba, but Koujaku would always just brush that off, saying to himself that of
course since they were childhood friends and that Aoba was the reason he came
back at all really, but seeing the boy in the state that he was seemed to
counteract those arguments.
Aoba was asleep (as creepy as that sounds) in a position that allowed a
wonderful view of his face, eyes seeming to have been fluttered shut with
pleasure from the music along with a faint tint of pink on his cheeks to
accompany his slightly parted lips. That luxurious hair that was so heavily
guarded was flowing down his slim shoulders and running down onto the bed like
a waterfall. From there, Koujaku’s eyes could easily drift towards Aoba’s
perfect hips, round bottom, and thighs to die for.
Needless to say, Koujaku was enchanted with the sight, unable to pull his eyes
away from the erotic display of his beautiful friend, with that gorgeous voice
and honey eyes that always seemed to shine when he’d smile…
Koujaku was ashamed to say that he couldn’t contain himself and had to rush to
the bathroom in order to take care of himself without disturbing anyone
(hopefully). Hell…after that, he wasn’t man enough to wake Aoba up himself. He
had to send fucking Beni to do it for him!
Although he had planned to stay over, he simply couldn’t do it after that, so
that’s how Koujaku came to laying in bed, staring at the ceiling at 2:30 am
wondering if he was attracted to men.
Well, obviously he was attracted to Aoba, there is no more denying that now,
but he still couldn’t help but wonder if it was just Aoba. Not in the sense
that Aoba is the only person Koujaku is attracted to (he’s enjoyed sex with
women plenty of times), but rather…hm…
And so he laid awake, thinking, pondering, considering, until he came up with
an idea and pulled out his coil, making a mental note to clear his history
afterwards.
*
An hour has passed, two even, and Koujaku was getting a little bored and
impatient.
Three websites and a ton of shifting through videos later, and he was now on
some outdated website with shitty videos dating back to seven years ago, ten
even! Koujaku was about to give up, deciding to try one more video before
calling it quits and going to sleep.
“Sly Blue, Second-Person Perspective…” He read the title tiredly before rolling
his eyes and clicking it, eyes widening when the video started.
There was no denying it. The face on the screen was Aoba.
A bit younger, perhaps in his teens, with a stubborn look in his eyes and an
embarrassed blush on his cheeks, eyes seemingly trying to ignore the camera as
he stroked the face of the person behind it, making it seem like he was
touching the viewer and Koujaku felt like there were spirits laughing at him.
It was a little weird, a little heartbreaking, seeing Aoba so young and already
so degraded. The look in his eyes showed he didn’t smile too much, which made
it even worse.
“I want you…” He heard Aoba say with a breathy voice, probably to make it more
enticing for the viewer. As guilty and heartbroken as Koujaku was, it worked,
and he even lost himself and his thoughts as he watched Aoba kiss down a bare
chest.
He imagined it being his own, subconsciously moving his hand down to try and
mimic the kisses as best as possible.
A grunt left Koujaku’s throat as he watched Aoba seemingly desperately mouthing
at the man’s briefs, getting them wet as the man’s erection grew and the teen
letting out hot moans as though he were getting some kind of treat for doing
this.
Koujaku palmed himself with his mouth cracked slightly open to let out hot
breaths, his hand trying to match Aoba’s movements the best he could, feeling
his erection rise very quickly, pulling out his cock around the time time Aoba
pulled out the guy’s.
And all he could think after that was along the lines of hoooly shit.
The way his mouth moved! It’s a wonder how the guy in the video didn’t cum
right then and there!
Aoba licked it up and sucked on it feverishly, as though he were eating
something sweet and delectable. The erotic moans and the desperate look on his
face didn’t help, either. Koujaku found himself moaning louder now, jerking
himself off at Aoba’s pace as he felt an impressive amount of pre-cum leaking
from the tip with every obscene movement Aoba made.
His eyes were transfixed to the screen, his hand working to match the mouth’s
erotic motions as best as it could while grunts and moans escaped Koujaku’s
lips. He still couldn’t believe this was happening, though. Being attracted to
his childhood friend, later seeing that friend in a second-person perspective
porno, getting super heated over it…
As if the emotions didn’t complicate things enough.
He was soon reaching the ends of the video, his moans and heated breaths
becoming more erratic and uncontrollable as Aoba bobbed his head up and down,
moaning just as lewdly if not more so. It got to the point where Koujaku wasn’t
even watching anymore. All he heard was that beautiful voice as his eyes
squeezed shut, stroking and jerking himself quickly and desperately, almost
thrusting into his own hand.
“Ah…hah…A-Aoba…” He moaned, soon chanting out the name as his leaking cock got
closer and closer to popping.
“A-Aoba…Aoba…A-Ao-AH….AH-! …Ah….”
Semen splattered all over his torso and bed, even more on his hands. Koujaku
took a few breaths before opening his eyes again, seeing Aoba having have
pulled away from the cock in the video, semen dripping down from the corners of
his mouth. Koujaku watched as the boy looked down, hiding his face as he
swallowed and wiped his mouth, the video ending soon after that.
Koujaku cleared his history and turned off his coil before grabbing some
tissues and cleaning himself up before going back to laying in bed. This time,
though, he lay awake for a different reason.
Guilt had creeped up on him. He just masturbated to his friend for one thing,
but also…
Just the way Aoba looked in that video was heart shattering to him. His eyes
seemed so sad and angry, and especially in the end he looked humiliated at
best, and yet he seemed to ignore all that just because he wanted to get off?
Not to mention how young he looked (what like 17? 18? 16?).
“…I’m sorry…” He whispered into the air, as if that would fix everything and
make it seem like nothing happened.
Things have definitely gotten much more needlessly complicated.
End Notes
     Sorry if this seemed short, it looked so much longer on Word.
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