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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      田中くんはいつもけだるげ_|_Tanaka-kun_wa_Itsumo_Kedaruge_|_Tanaka_is_Always_Listless
  Relationship:
      Ohta/Tanaka_(Tanaka_is_Always_Listless)
  Additional Tags:
      Frottage, Anal_Fingering, Fingerfucking
  Collections:
      Finished_Works
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-12-27 Words: 2305
****** Some Things are Worth the Effort ******
by Cantabo
Summary
     It’s not like Tanaka hasn’t thought about it. He’s wondered what it
     feels like, to try that. He’s even debated checking it out for
     himself, but the effort never seemed worth it. For Ohta, though...
     He’s more than willing to try. Especially if he doesn’t even have to
     do any of the work.
Notes
     Alright, so lets just pretend this is set in their second year. Also,
     this fandom needs more porn, this is my effort to fix that.
Despite his life-long goal to move as little as possible, there are exceptions
Tanaka will make to this rule. All of them involve Ohta, unsurprisingly.
One of them is when Ohta is sick. He got sick one weekend with a stomach bug,
and Tanaka went as far as to buy a can of soup and bring it to Ohta’s. He even
put it in a bowl and stuck it in the microwave.
Sometimes he’ll rent a movie and even make the exhausting journey from his
house to Ohta’s to hang out with him on the weekends, to see Ohta smile.
Another, and more important, exception is when Ohta is touching him. Tanaka has
no idea what causes it, because he usually hates moving when he doesn’t have
to. He usually wants to stay as still as possible and save as much energy as he
can, but when Ohta starts kissing down his neck, Tanaka grows restless.
Like now, for instance. They’re curled up on Tanaka’s bed, enjoying their quiet
friday night in peace. Rino is over at Ohta’s house to sleep over with Saya, so
the apartment is empty all night. They take the opportunity to wind around each
other, slowly leading into territory they haven’t exactly crossed before.
Ohta is on top of him, pressing him into the bed. He’s got one hand under
Tanaka’s shirt, thumb firmly playing with his nipple, and the other hand has
gathered both of Tanaka’s arms to gently hold them in place over his head.
Tanaka whines, arching into Ohta, who bites his neck playfully in response.
“Stop teasing,” Tanaka says, and Ohta barks out a laugh.
“Don’t pretend you don’t love this,” Ohta says, pushing a thigh between
Tanaka’s legs to rub against the bulge in his pants. Tanaka gasps, glaring at
Ohta’s smug smile.
Ohta goes back to sucking a bruise on Tanaka’s neck, and doesn’t move his hips,
which is just tragic, and Tanaka feels like the energy he would need to exert
to get that going again is completely worth it. He hooks a leg over Ohta’s hips
and pulls him in closer, grinding against him, bringing their hips together.
Tanaka smirks when Ohta makes a whining noise into his neck.
“I don’t know if I enjoy a Tanaka willing to exert himself,” Ohta jokingly
says, but he pulls away from Tanaka’s neck and sits back, his arms moving down
to Tanaka’s hips to pull his shirt up. Tanaka raises his arms just enough to
let Ohta pull the shirt off him, and the flops back down, unwilling to move.
“Hey, Tanaka,” Ohta says, quieter. Tanaka hums in response, eyes closing as
Ohta’s thumbs rub circles over Tanaka’s hip bones. “I was wondering if we could
try something,” Ohta says, his voice growing softer.
“What is it?” Tanaka says, curiosity getting the best of him.
Ohta looks firmly at the wall as he mumbles something but Tanaka has no idea
what he’s said.
“I have no idea what you just said.”
Ohta sighs. “I was wondering if you’d be okay with me…” Ohta trails off,
muttering something again, this time to the sheets on the bed.
“With you…?” Tanaka prompts, growing tired of trying to exert energy into
guessing.
“Fingering you,” Ohta says, quietly.
Tanaka thinks about it. He and Tanaka have been ‘Officially Dating’ for two
months, but they’ve been friends for almost two years, so the start of their
relationship is more indefinite than just two months. He and Tanaka haven’t
really gone farther than handjobs and blowjobs, with the occasional occurrence
of phone sex thrown in there.
It’s not like Tanaka hasn’t thought about it. He’s wondered what it feels like,
to try that. He’s even debated checking it out for himself, but the effort
never seemed worth it. For Ohta, though... He’s more than willing to try.
Especially if he doesn’t even have to do any of the work.
“Yeah, okay. I want you to,” Tanaka says, looking at Ohta. He has a blush high
on his cheekbones, but when Tanaka agrees, Ohta looks at him in surprise. He
leans down, then, to slowly kiss Tanaka, savoring and at ease, the kind of
kissing that Tanaka likes the best.
“Okay, hang on for a second,” Ohta says, kissing him quickly once more before
he gets off the bed, digging in his overnight bag for something. He pulls out a
palm sized bottle and gets back on the bed, looking nervous but determined.
“I should probably take my pants off, shouldn’t I?” Tanaka asks, feeling
defeated at the prospect of taking his own pants. Ohta smiles and laughs a
little, tension bleeding from his shoulders.
“I am more than willing to take your pants off,” Ohta says, leaning down to
press a kiss just above the button of Tanaka’s jeans. He sucks in a breath at
the gentle brush of lips, and helps Ohta out by lifting his hips up slightly.
It’s a lot of effort, and Ohta smiles like he understands how much that was for
Tanaka.
He pulls Tanaka’s boxers down, too, and tosses them off the bed. They’ve both
been fully naked in front of each other before, and Tanaka feels totally
comfortable being naked now, as Ohta’s eyes rake over his body.
He leans down again to kiss Tanaka, hungrier, and Tanaka takes the rubber band
out of Ohta’s hair, letting his long locks flop down. Ohta huffs a long
suffering noise, and Tanaka runs his hands through it. One of the best
revelations about their relationships was how soft Ohta’s hair was. Running his
hands through it was like Tanaka having his own personal hand spa.
Ohta reached down to grab Tanaka’s dick, slowly stroking him a few times before
he sat back, his hands sliding under Tanaka to grab his ass. It felt better
than he thought it would. Ohta’s hands were large and warm, and they lit a fire
inside of Tanaka, burning away some of his laziness.
Ohta reached over to grab the bottle, squirting some lube onto his hands.
Tanaka felt apprehension coil in his stomach, unsure of what a finger up his
ass will feel like.
“Are you sure?” Ohta asks again, and Tanaka nods, because he’s nervous as hell
but he’s also curious, and he doesn’t even have to do anything in this
situation, so it’s incredibly ideal.
Ohta lifts Tanaka’s right leg over his shoulder, moving the other one a little
bit farther. He reaches down to gently but firmly rub over the rim, not pushing
in, but just circling. It’s odd, but it isn’t unpleasant, so Tanaka nods his
head and Ohta breathes out, taking that as a good sign.
His finger starts to press slowly as he circles, teasing but never going in.
He’ll press down sometimes, acting like he was about to push in, but then go
back to rubbing gently. Tanaka groans and pushes his head into the pillow
underneath his head. It’s not nearly enough, and Ohta doesn’t seem like he’s
going to ever do anything but this.
The next time Ohta’s finger dips in that teasing manner, Tanaka pushes back,
and the tip of Ohta’s index finger slips in. Ohta gasped in surprised, and
Tanaka groaned. It was kind of odd, and unusual, but he liked it.
“Tanaka…” Ohta says gently, his left hand moving to rub Tanaka’s thigh gently.
Tanaka moaned, pushing back on Ohta’s finger gently, trying to get his message
across. He wanted more, hoped Ohta was able to read his mind.
Ohta pressed his finger in, slowly, until eventually he was two knuckles deep.
It was the weirdest sensation, but Tanaka still wanted more. It was this odd
mix of strangeness and pleasure, and Tanaka wanted to chase the feeling until
his body could make up it’s mind on how it felt about a finger being in his
ass.
“Ohta, more,” Tanaka says, arching his back.
“It feels okay?” Ohta asks, pulling his finger out slowly. Tanaka makes an
embarrassing noise. Ohta pulling out feels good. Really good.
Tanaka nodded, wondering if he even had the capability of speech. Ohta wiggled
his finger experimentally, and Tanaka gasped, hand reaching out to latch on to
the sheets. That. More of that. So much more of that.
“Okay,” Ohta says, confidence returning to his voice. He pushed his finger in
further, and then pulled it back, and Tanaka made an odd noise that sounded a
lot like “nnnnnagghh” and pushed his hips back. Ohta pushed in again, a little
bit faster than he had been, and then pulled out right after, and it was just
so much. So intense.
“I like how you look right now,” Ohta says, pushing his finger in again,
rougher. He begins a rhythm of going faster, rougher, and then slowing down.
Tanaka feels like he’s drowning, wanting more but not knowing how to articulate
it.
Ohta’s finger crooks as he pulls out, and Tanaka shouts in surprise, his hand
slapping to his thigh to grab Ohta’s hand because whatever Ohta just did was
incredible. Ohta looks at him, shocked.
“Did I hurt you?” He asks, pulling out completely. Tanaka makes a pitiful
whining noise as his finger leaves, and he shakes his head violently.
“No, no no you didn’t, please don’t stop,” He says, tightening his grip on
Ohta’s hand to emphasize his point. Ohta makes a soft noise, but nods.
“Okay, I can do that,” He says, and when he puts his finger back there’s two
instead of one, and Tanaka is just drowning in the feeling of being stretched.
He’s nodding his head and making weird noises, he knows that, but he doesn’t
care, he just needs Ohta to never, ever stop.
Tanaka is whimpering when Ohta gets two fingers all the way in Tanaka, not
moving at all. Tanaka opens his eyes to glare at Ohta. He huffs out a laugh and
mutters an “okay,” Before slowly pulling his fingers out, drawing a long, high
pitched noise from Tanaka.
He waits until his fingers are almost all the way out before  thrusting  back
in, and Tanaka screams, falling apart.
“Oh- Ohta please dont stop- oh my god, oh- Ohhhhhh- I- Ohhta,” Tanaka babbles.
He’s caught up in the waves he’s drowning in, every nerve in his body on fire
as Ohta thrusts his fingers in and out of Tanaka, a quick but steady pace,
driving Tanaka crazy.
“Like that?” Ohta asks. It’s a question that’s supposed to be reassuring, but
it’s positively filthy coming out of Ohta’s mouth. Tanaka nods his head
furiously, pushing his hips down to meet Ohta’s fingers in their steady pace,
trying, desperately to get more.
“Just- stop teasing me!” Tanaka snaps, desperate to feel more, needing more. He
can’t stand this teasing, it’s going to kill him. His body is on fire, it has
to be.
“Teasing?” Ohta asks, mock innocence thick on his voice.
“Would you just fuck me already?” Tanaka snaps. irritation thick.
He does. His fingers push in rough and fast, catching at that one spot inside
Tanaka that knocks him down, and he abuses it shamelessly. Tanaka’s cock is
dripping all over his stomach, neglected and cherry red. Tanaka abandons trying
to speak in favor of trying to hold on to Ohta, rutting his hips in time with
Ohta’s roush thrusts, crying out every time Ohta hits that spot.
Ohta’s hand speeds up even more, and Tanaka’s hand lets go of Ohta’s to grab at
the bed, holding on desperately as he moans and tries desperately to meet
Ohta’s thrusts. Ohta’s fingers are relentless, an incredible force that knocks
down Tanaka’s entire world. Ohta’s hand wraps around his cock, and Tanaka feels
tears leak out of his eyes, unable to deal with everything he’s feeling.
He thinks about what it might feel like if it wasn’t Ohta’s fingers in him but
Ohta’s dick, and Tanaka knows he’s babbling. He might even have said that out
loud, because Ohta makes a noise and dips his head, fingers pulling apart
slightly, stretching Tanaka with every drive of his fingers.
“Next time, I’m going to fuck you,” Ohta says, breathless, and that’s it. Game
over. Home run. Tanaka comes, feeling like he’s been his by a train. He’s
covered in sweat and he’s so exhausted. He loosens his death grip on the
bedsheets to reach for Ohta, pulling him closer.
Ohta goes willingly, fingers still in Tanaka.
Tanaka reaches down to unzip Ohta’s pants, pulling his cock out. He’s rock
hard, and moans the second Tanaka gets his hand around it.
Ohta’s hips move forward unconsciously, and his fingers twitch inside of
Tanaka, making him moan with the feeling. He’s very sensitive, but it still
feels good, and tells Ohta that.
“Keep going,” Tanaka says, out of breath, and Ohta groans but nods, fingers
starting a slow, gentle rhythm that makes Tanaka shake and fall apart, legs
twitching slightly from the overwhelming sensation.
Ohta groans and Tanaka speeds his hand up, twisting his hand. Ohta lasts
another few thrusts and then he’s coming on Tanaka’s stomach, gasping and
breathing heavily. Tanaka gently strokes him through it, and then pulls Ohta
down when he’s done.
Ohta’s fingers slide out of Tanaka, and he whines.
“Do you want me to just keep them in there?” Ohta asks, incredulous.
Tanka nods, shameless, climbing to lay on top of Ohta’s chest. He wraps his
arms around Ohta’s neck and Ohta’s fingers are back inside of him, not moving,
just there. It’s a nice feeling, he doesn’t feel so… empty, and he smiles.
“This is going to be a thing, isn’t it?” Ohta asks, turning his head to look at
Tanaka.
Tanaka nods. “This is going to be a thing,” He says sleepily, pushing his face
into Ohta’s neck, asleep in seconds.
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