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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      弱虫ペダル_|_Yowamushi_Pedal
  Relationship:
      Imaizumi_Shunsuke/Sugimoto_Terufumi
  Character:
      Imaizumi_Shunsuke, Sugimoto_Terufumi
  Additional Tags:
      Gay
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-02 Words: 5132
****** XO ******
by Colbatros, girlpda
Summary
     When Sugimoto had decided to tell Imaizumi that he liked him he was
     expecting to be politely rejected and left on his own. He was not
     expecting to be pulled into the club room and stripped down.
Imaizumi was always the last one out.  It’ll be easy. He’ll come out of the
club room and I’ll say it and leave.  Sugimoto had spent the last 20 minutes
fidgeting with the hem of his cycling shorts, and the last few months figuring
out how the hell he was supposed to confess his feelings. Maybe it was cowardly
to just leave afterwards but hey, that’s Sugimoto for you! The boy paced in
front of the club door for a while longer,  maybe I should go home… I don’t
think I need to do this today but it’s alright I’ll do it tomorrow! I’ll
definitely do it tomorrow!  As he turned to leave he heard the door to the club
room open and Imaizumi’s voice “Sugimoto, why are you still here”  oh.
Imaizumi observed Sugimoto with furrowed brows as he closed the club room’s
door behind him. There was no reason for him to be there in the first place;
practice was over, everyone else had left, and as usual he was the last one
leaving after taking the single longest shower before heading home. Imaizumi
usually didn’t want there to be anyone left after practice, he preferred the
calm and peace of solitude.
As Sugimoto still didn’t answer, Imaizumi repeated: “Why are you still here?”
He hoped he wasn’t going to be asked to walk the boy home, he liked those
moments where he could simply head back alone, without being troubled by the
pressure of having to maintain a conversation with someone else. He remained
silent as he watched Sugimoto play with his clothes some more, before sighing
deeply and leaning awkwardly against the wall, still giving Imaizumi a weird
look.
Imaizumi closed his eyes, ready to leave – he wasn’t going to bother with this
any longer. As he took a few steps away from the club room, he felt a tug on
the bottom of his shirt.
“N-no wait!”
Just great.
"P-please wait, Imaizumi."  I’m going to stutter my way through this whole
confession if I have to I need to get this out. “ I just need to talk to you "
Sugimoto let go of Imaizumi’s shirt and stole one last look at the other before
returning his gave to his feet.  I cant even look at him.  Sugimoto sucked in
one more deep breath and tightened his fists around his shorts “Well, you know
we’ve been spending a lot of time together! and, and you’re a great cyclist! I-
I really really look up to you and I’m glad you’ve been helping me improve! But
it’s not just cycling with you that makes me happy it’s everything and-” He
could feel the hot tears swelling up in his eyes as he pushed out the last part
“I like you Imaizumi! I like you a lot and all I want is to spend more time
with you!” Sugimoto was nearly screaming at the end of it, feeling as if he
didn’t yell it that he wouldn’t be able to say it at all. The tears were
streaming down his face now and his whole body was shaking. “Please don’t think
any less of me Imaizumi.” He definitely did not mean to say that last part
aloud.  As if I could get any more pathetic sounding.
Imaizumi stood there, motionless. He could hear his own heartbeat drumming
against his head.
Wait.
Wait wait wait.
What?
His eyes were locked on Sugimoto, who was wiping away some stray tears with the
back of his hand, sniffing loudly, his cheeks sporting a vibrant hue of red and
his eyelids looking kind of puffy. After a moment of not doing anything, or
saying anything, he noticed Sugimoto’s gaze dropping to the floor, his lips
turning into some sort of sad, pathetic smile, and his eyes squinting as more
tears rolled down on his cheeks. He had this sort of expression on his face,
the one you get when you just think back on something you’ve done and say ‘This
is pretty lame, right?’
Imaizumi brought a hand to the back of his head, awkwardly playing with the
strands of wet hair that still clung to his scalp. He wanted to speak up, say
something, but his mind was blank, his throat shut tight – maybe this was why
he couldn’t process anything, there wasn’t even any oxygen going to his brain
anymore.
Sugimoto wiped his palm across his cheek before speaking in a soft and croaky
voice.
“You find me weird, don’t you? You’re trying to think of a way to get out of
this situation, I’m sorry I brought this upon you, I didn’t mean to get you
involved in this mess, I’ll just leave and–”
Sugimoto was interrupted by a pair of hands that suddenly held onto his
shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. He dared a look towards Imaizumi, who
was towering over him, biting his lower trembling lip.
Imaizumi wasn’t good with words. He had never been. The warmth he felt whenever
Sugimoto was around, the way he felt his heart clenching in his chest when he
would leave, he was unable to put those sensations into words. So he did the
first thing his instincts told him to do.
Without a single thought, he wrapped his arms around Sugimoto’s body, burying
the smaller one’s head into the crook of his neck.
Sugimoto couldn’t process what was happening fast enough. Now that he was in
Imaizumi’s arms he didn’t know what to do. His face was wet and hot and snotty
and now it was pressed into Imaizumi’s neck and oh god the poor boy was crying
far harder than before. When his mind finally wrapped around what what
happening he threw his arms around Imaizumi’s torso and held on probably far
tighter than he should be. He let all of his stored up feelings from the past
few months flow out into Imaizumi’s shoulder.
Where do I go from here? What does this mean? Should I say something? I
shouldn’t be assuming anything. Don’t get your hopes up. Don’t get your hopes
up.
Sugimoto held on until Imaizumi began to pull back, but kept his fists clenched
in Imaizumi’s jersey for a few moments before letting go and stepping
away. What do I even say now? 
“Imaizumi, I–”
“Don’t.”
Ooh, that came out rather harshly. Imaizumi bit down on his tongue; his nerves
were making him blurt out the first thing that would come to his mind, and this
was bad. Really bad. If he didn’t say something soon, Sugimoto would be
disappointed, he would surely get the wrong idea and be devastated. Had his
gesture really conveyed his true feelings? Probably not, these kinds of things
weren’t meant to be said through physical touches. He had to say it out loud,
otherwise it didn’t mean anything.
Imaizumi saw Sugimoto look somewhat confused, and about to speak up again. He
wanted to avoid that, avoid a situation where Sugimoto would make this even
more awkward.
Excitement had made his heart flutter in his chest, and suddenly his thoughts
were extremely incoherent. Did he really like him as much as Sugimoto liked
him? Maybe this was wrong, maybe he should just leave and fix this some other
time, let days pass, clear his thoughts and come back on it with a cool head.
But when he saw Sugimoto about to mumble an apology and excuse himself out of
the conversation, looking away to the side, Imaizumi felt his heart sink in his
chest. No, the opportunity was about to slip away through his fingers, he was
about to fuck this up, and he knew that if he let Sugimoto leave, this would be
the end of it.
Feeling panic rush through his mind, Imaizumi yelled out, in an almost
desperate voice:
“I-I like you too!!”
Imaizumi slapped a hand his mouth. Maybe that had been a tiny bit too loud. He
felt heat spread across his cheek, and he couldn’t help but look somewhere else
than Sugimoto’s own blushing face. As the realization of the meaning of his
words finally sank in, Imaizumi cursed to himself, before he felt two hands
pull down on his shoulders.
When he opened his eyes, he wasn’t expecting Sugimoto’s face to be this close
to his. 
He had gotten this far and if Imaizumi wasn’t flat out rejecting him there was
no point in stopping now. He didn’t have to deny himself this any longer. He
pulled Imaizumi down and crashed their lips together, pulling the other so
close that he couldn’t feel anything other than Imaizumi’s warm body pressed
against his own. Imaizumi seemed to catch on pretty quickly and slid his arms
around Sugimoto’s waist as he wrapped his own arms around Imaizumi’s neck and
dug his fingers into the others scalp. His hair was still wet.Nice. He could
taste his own tears when he opened his mouth to take Imaizumi’s bottom lip
between his own, and when he pushed himself onto his tiptoes and the front of
their bodies rubbed together he tasted something else entirely,
Blood.
And then he was shoving Imaizumi away and trying so desperately to cover up the
embarrassing bulge in between his legs. “Imaizumi! I’m so sorry! I didnt mean
to bite you! It was an accident!” Sugimoto jumped to his feet and tried to pull
his cycling jersey down to cover up the thing that mad made him hurt his only
friend. Boyfriend? I’m an embarrassment to the human race so much for not
fucking up. His face was far more red than Naruko’s hair and he was sure he was
going to turn into a puddle any time now. Who pops a boner from one kiss?
Imaizumi had had many boners in his life. A lot of them occurred in public.
Therefore, he knew the signs very well.
The way Sugimoto was jumping up and down on his toes, his thighs pressed
tightly together, how he was trying to pull as much fabric as possible over the
object of his embarrassment. When he saw heat spreading over the other boy’s
face, Imaizumi almost felt like letting out a very faint laugh – or maybe this
was all nervousness’s fault.
But he couldn’t deny the facts. Sugimoto was standing there, with a boner after
they had kissed – God he couldn’t believe they had just kissed – and he was
feeling blood rushing to somewhere else than his face.
First thing that came to his mind: he had to take care of this.
Wanting to avoid any more embarrassment for Sugimoto, he grabbed a hold of his
hand, yanking him back inside the club room before slamming the door shut. He
locked it from the inside, hoping nobody with a key to open it would come
walking by. Imaizumi turned around, his back against the door, heaving, as
Sugimoto was still shyly pulling his jersey down to cover his crotch, looking
around, mildly confused.
Alright, I’ve got this, there’s nothing weird about this.
He gestured at Sugimoto to take off his cycling jersey, which the boy did
without asking any question. While the boy removed his clothes and threw it on
the bench in the middle of the club room, Imaizumi jumped up to a window,
making sure there was nobody walking by. The school should have been mostly
empty by now, the risks of someone walking in on them were pretty low.
When he turned around, he saw Sugimoto shirtless, having discarded his cycling
shorts as well, his skin flushed all the way down to his chest, and an obvious
tent forming in his underwear.
Imaizumi took a deep breath before walking up to Sugimoto.
You’ve got this. You’ve got this.
When Sugimoto had decided to tell Imaizumi that he liked him he was expecting
to be politely rejected and left on his own. He was not expecting to be pulled
into the club room and stripped down. It was an embarrassing yet not unwelcome
surprise, and now that Imaizumi had made sure they were alone Sugimoto began
feeling increasingly self conscious about being nearly naked while Imaizumi was
fully clothed. It made him feel like some sort of museum exhibit, and the look
Imaizumi gave him as he closed the small gap left between them didn’t ease the
feeling any. Sugimoto was pressed against the door and any coherent thoughts
flew out of his mind as Imaizumi started pressing kisses just below his jaw and
began palming Sugimoto through the front of his underwear. Sugimoto began
trembling as he clung to Imaizumi’s shoulders,  this is so embarrassing he
probably thinks I’m so easy and inexperienced , his shaky hands tried to pull
off Imaizumi’s shirt but with how close they were and the amount of effort
Sugimoto was putting into keeping himself on his feet he couldn’t get the shirt
past his waist and he felt Imaizumi laugh against his neck “Do you need help
with that?” he said as he pulled his shirt off. Suddenly the need to prove
himself outweighed his feelings of self doubt, and he allowed his facade of
cockiness to surface.  Well if he’s going to laugh at me for reacting like this
I’ll see how he likes being on the other side of it!  The shorter looked up and
gave a playful smirk to the taller as he sank to his his feet. “You don’t have
to be nervous Imaizumi! Someone as experienced as myself will have no problem
walking you through this!”
Out of everyone on Earth, he hadn’t expected Sugimoto, of all people, to be one
to take the lead and be this adventurous. Imaizumi felt like he initially was
giving Sugimoto a favour, that he was helping out, but the direction that this
was taking… Honestly, he didn’t know if it really bothered him or not.
Imaizumi rested his hands on Sugimoto’s shoulders, raising a playful eyebrow,
trying to keep a blank expression – even though he was sure the other could
notice the corners of his lips threatening to turn in a smirk.
“Be my guest.”
As Sugimoto tugged at his shorts to get them down to his feet, Imaizumi tried
to muster all the strength in his body to remain passible. He simply couldn’t
let his own anxiety and apprehension surface, he had to keep a straight face in
front of Sugimoto, appear like he had control over the whole situation. But
when fingers brushed pass his erection in his boxers, he felt himself lose his
grip on reality.
His knees buckled faintly, fingers digging into Sugimoto’s shoulders, and he
couldn’t believe it took so little for him to lose his composure. Eyes closed,
he heard a very soft laugh from below, and he felt his cheeks burning up in
shame.
He was really hopeless, wasn’t he.
A hand freed his penis from his underwear, and the sudden contact with the cold
air made him hiss through his teeth. He skin was slightly damp from his
previous shower, and he knew that after this, he’d need another one. His body
was burning, and he couldn’t suppress a shiver running down his spine.
Sugimoto’s lips ghosted over the tip of his erection, hesitant fingers still
lightly gripping at the base, and Imaizumi felt like this was his chance to get
the upper hand in this situation.
“What is it Sugimoto, is this how far your ‘experience’ goes to?”
"Of course not Imaizumi! You just seemed a little overwhelmed and I wouldn’t
want things to end too quickly! Or are you just getting too impatient?"
Sugimoto licked up the underside of Imaizumi’s cock, smirking all the while. He
sloppily placed open mouthed kissed up and down the sides of the others shaft,
laughing when he felt the other boy shiver. "Don’t act like you’re so
experienced either, Imaizumi."
He gripped the sides of his partners thighs and pulled himself closer.
“Honestly, Imaizumi, if only you saw how you look right now!” Sugimoto teases
him for it but really it’s all he’s ever wanted to see. Imaizumi was standing
over him with his hands gripping Sugi’s shoulders, bright red and a light sheen
of sweat covering his face. “You look so beautiful, Shunsuke.”
One of Sugimoto’s hands left Imaizumi’s thigh to trail down his own torso,
landing on his cock. “But you don’t have to say it, I know what you want.” He
sucked the tip into his mouth as he began rutting against his hand, lightly
moaning onto the others dick. 
Imaizumi first heard the moan escaping Sugimoto’s throat. Then he felt the
vibrations rush through his cock and he slumped forward, his arms barely
supporting the weight of his upper body collapsing onto Sugimoto.
His first instinct was to yell out, tell him to do it again, that thing he just
did with his mouth, but he had to remain calm. He was in charge of this, and
with Sugimoto trying to appear as smug as possible, he couldn’t let him feel
like he was the one leading this.
But he had to admit it to himself; the way Sugimoto’s tongue would drag on
across his slit, drawing circles on his tip, before he removed his swollen lips
with a pop, and pressed his dick against his cheek, the heat and moisture of it
seeping into the other’s face, peppering his length in sloppy kisses as the
movements of his hand below accelerated, this was driving him to the edge and
over. Sugimoto exhaled through his nose, which rested just above his penis, and
he looked up to Imaizumi, eyes lidded and glossy with lust. Imaizumi made sure
to engrave this image in his mind forever.
He huffed, his jaw that had been hanging open all along suddenly clenching, his
lips forming a grin.
“Is this how far you’re willing to go? This is baby stuff, just take it all in
already.”
Sugimoto’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance.  He’s not going to let me win, is
he.  He moved his hand from the base of Imaizumi’s cock to his hips and let go
of his own length as he began to take the rest into his mouth, lapping his
tongue around the added flesh. He groaned as tears began to fill his eyes, but
he managed to keep from gagging at first, until he tried to tighten his throat
around Imaizumi. He sputtered as spit and pre-cum began to dribble down his
chin.  I can’t do this myself.  The grip on Imaizumi’s hips tightened as he
tried to move them, tried to get Imaizumi to take the hint and start moving on
his own so he could use his own hands and get himself some form of release
instead of pathetically trying to get friction against the floor. He let out a
strangled moan and stared up at Imaizumi begging him to start moving.
After noticing the way Sugimoto was squirming on the ground, his hips rolling
downwards so that his crotch could find something to grind against, Imaizumi
understood what those pleading eyes, filled with tears, asked him to do. The
heat that surrounded his cock was almost too much for him already, not to
mention the tightness that pressed against his tip, but he slowly started
moving his hips away from Sugimoto’s face, before he plunged back inside his
mouth with a thrust.
His legs trembled, his toes finding nothing to bury themselves in, and he felt
gravity pulling himself down more than ever before as he started fucking
Sugimoto’s mouth, his moans against his penis as he palmed himself making him
see stars.
Imaizumi heard the sound of tiny droplets falling on the floor, and he looked
down, only to see precum and saliva trickling from his lips. His face was a
mess, his skin covered in a mixture of fluids that glistened in the dim light.
Sugimoto’s eyes were closed shut, in an expression of near pain, and for a
moment Imaizumi considered stopping to ask if he was okay. But when he felt the
other drag on a groan around his dick, he couldn’t find the strength to remove
himself from the other’s mouth.
Sugimoto’s throat tightened around Imaizumi’s length, and he knew he was done
for in not too long. No matter how much he hated himself for finishing first,
he knew it was coming soon.
“Sugimoto, f-fuck, if you keep doing that, I’m–”
Sugimoto let out an obscenely loud moan as the thick substance hit his tongue
and the back of his throat. He held imaizumi’s hips in place as he came and
sucked his on his cock until he had swallowed every last drop. It’s not that it
tasted good, it was salty and bitter, but it was Imaizumi. It was Imaizumi’s
cum and he had caused it. He was the one that made the usually calm and
reserved boy into the trembling mess that stood before him. He pressed a few
more soft kisses onto the other’s rapidly softening cock before resting is head
on Imaizumi’s thigh and glancing up at him and noticing that the others gaze
was focused onto the tent in Sugimoto’s underwear. Oh. He had entirely
forgotten himself. He opened his mouth to say something but all that came out
was a painful cracked gasp. Sugimoto’s hand fell into his own lap as he looked
up at Imaizumi with the same pleading look he had worn just a while before.
Please touch me
It took Imaizumi a couple of moments to recover. Once his body stopped shaking
so violently, and his vision finally cleared, he found the strength to open his
eyes and meet Sugimoto’s gaze.
From below, the boy was practically begging him to get him off, his thighs
trembling, his hands grabbing his own thighs, squeezing the flesh that tensed
beneath his fingers. For a second, Imaizumi thought he would love to cover
those in marks with his own teeth, but he figured this would be better suited
for another time. Sugimoto was a pleading mess under him, and foreplay was
completely out of the question right now.
Imaizumi fell to his knees, looking Sugimoto deep in the eye, before their lips
crashed together, the taller one throwing his arms over his shoulders and
pulling the other in for a tight embrace. Their teeth hit each other, but they
ignored the pain as they sloppily made out on the floor, Sugimoto’s tongue over
his lips conveying his needs as his throat couldn’t form words anymore.
Their mouths parted in a whine, and Imaizumi threw himself backwards on the
floor, Sugimoto following him in his lead, his hands on each sides of his
torso. Imaizumi tested the terrain, trying to decipher the other’s lustful
gaze. He scrunched up his nose, a huff escaping his mouth.
As he parted his legs, he let out, in a sultry voice; “Ever wanted to try thigh
fucking?”
Sugimoto’s mouth hung open for a while before snapping shut, he licked his lips
and tried so desperately to form a response that he knew he wouldn’t be able to
say out loud. I can’t believe he just said that. He stared into Imaizumi’s eyes
long enough that his sultry gaze turned into one of concern.
Snap out of it you moron
Sugimoto lunged forward, pushing Imaizumi flat on his back, capturing his lips
in yet another sloppy kiss. He brought one of his hands up to wrap lightly
around the others throat, pressing his fingers in and feeling Imaizumi’s pulse
pick up significantly again. Sugimoto tried to say something like “Yes” against
his partner’s lips but it came out as a desperate moan. Sugimoto roughly
grabbed Imaizumi’s knees and pulled them up to his chest before reaching down
to free his cock from his boxers before rubbing it against the back of one of
Imaizumi’s thighs, it was so soft. Imaizumi did say something about shaving
once, less wind resistance I think. 
He slipped his cock between Imaizumi’s supple flesh and squeezed his knees
together as hard as he could before he started moving, he lifted Imaizumi’s
calf to his mouth so bite and suck as the skin there while he began letting out
horrific sounding moans
His throat really was fucked.
Imaizumi guessed he could find something cute about the way Sugimoto’s voice
resembled that of a dying cat in pain, even though it immediately threw him off
at first and made the first few sparks of heat that had begun to shoot right to
his crotch die down for a moment, his arousal suddenly replaced by concern,
until he noticed the way the other’s eyebrows scrunched together, his jaw
hanging, a thin line of saliva threatening to dribble down his chin. If he
hadn’t just come, Imaizumi could’ve been getting himself off just at the sight
of Sugimoto’s expression, a few strands of black hair sticking to his forehead.
Imaizumi felt the cock that was slipping between his legs start moving even
faster, the tip that would sometimes poke out from between his thighs sticking
out a bit more with each thrust. After a while, he could feel Sugimoto’s hips
slapping against the back of his thighs, and he figured this was a pretty good
start to their relationship. Who could brag about letting their new boyfriend
ram a cock between their legs minutes after just confessing their love to them?
Sugimoto’s voice grew louder, while still being extremely raspy, and Imaizumi
could barely pick up any of his words, if the boy was really trying to say
something – he couldn’t really tell. Imaizumi propped himself on his elbows,
bringing his head closer to Sugimoto’s, mumbling a low “What was that?” at the
other whose mouth quit his calf for a moment to try and speak properly.
Sugimoto obviously struggled to turn those throaty moans of his into coherent
words, and Imaizumi let out a puzzled “Hmm?” as the other continued to emit
alien sounds, this close to human words but not clear enough so that he could
recognize any of them.
When Sugimoto finally yelled out a very distinct and hard to ignore “Please!”,
Imaizumi felt it shoot right to his groin, and he clenched his thighs harder,
both to hopefully dull out the sensation of his still sensitive dick showing
signs of arousal, but also to give Sugimoto just what he was begging for.
Sugimoto cried out, his back slumping forward, and his movements grew erratic,
his rhythm completely fucked as the slickness between Imaizumi’s thighs only
spread with each new thrust.
With a cocky grin, he couldn’t help but say, in a low voice, barely audible so
Sugimoto would have to pay attention real well to hear him;
“Are you getting close already, Terufumi?”
Sugimoto could stand the taunts most of the time, in fact he welcomed and
enjoyed them but he was too close to the edge for Imaizumi to be fucking with
him right now. Before he could stop himself his hand came up and clamped around
Imaizumi’s throat, nails digging into his skin and pulling him close enough to
crash their mouths together, and it was the surprised moan Imaizumi let out the
pushed Sugimoto to his orgasm. He only got in a few more erratic thrusts in
before coming all over Imaizumi’s stomach. He gave himself only a few moments
to recover before spreading his boyfriend’s legs open and leaning over him,
lapping up the cum and holding it in his mouth.
Sugimoto gripped Shunsuke’s jaw and gently pulled his mouth open so he could
let the cum drip into his boyfriends mouth slowly, before closing it and ending
it with a quick kiss
"Don’t forget who came first."
Imaizumi took one, two, then three laboured breaths, the sudden rush of cold
hair into his lungs forcing him to clench his jaw even tighter. He could still
feel Sugimoto’s pressure on his throat, he was sure the boy had dug his fingers
deep enough to leave bruises. He cursed the hot weather, giving him absolutely
no excuse to wear anything to cover his neck. He’d have to come up with one
hell of a story to explain these markings.
The hot, bitter mixture of saliva and cum still slid down his tongue, and
Imaizumi was too shocked for a second to properly process what was happening
and actually order his throat to swallow up the liquid. The musky taste, salty
and overwhelming, drew tears to his eyes, and before he could become grossed
out by the feeling of semen running down his throat, he gulped down the milky
white substance. It burned all the way down his esophagus, and Imaizumi fought
the urge gag and spit the cum all over himself.
Imaizumi still took a minute to try and really understand what had just
happened. He had no idea Sugimoto could become like this when he came so close
to his climax. But what threw him off the most wasn’t the way he reacted to his
harmless little taunts, but rather just how much that had turned him on to be
bossed around like that by a ruthless Sugimoto, his voice sharp and decided. He
took a mental note to try this out later with him in bed, see if it would have
the same effect as it had on him today.
Sugimoto placed a chaste kiss on his moist cheek, before he propped himself
back up, rearranging his underwear to properly cover himself, fetching both his
clothes and a towel from Imaizumi’s bag. As he heard the sound of bare feet
making their way to the showers with a soft ‘tap, tap, tap’, Imaizumi
immediately stood up straight and threw himself towards Sugimoto, grabbing onto
his hand and nearly making both of them fall right back to the floor.
“Wait–”
Sugimoto gave him a confused look, and it took a while for Imaizumi to turn his
thoughts into words. He took a shallow breath, chewing a bit on his lower lip,
before he finally remembered how to speak again.
“What does that make us, now?”
What does that make us?
That was all Sugimoto had been wondering since Imaizumi wrapped his arms around
him the first time that day. What does this make us? He wished they could have
had this talk while the moment was still hot, before Sugi had returned to his
normal self conscious state. He grabbed Imaizumi’s hands and pulled him closer
"W-well, you like me, and I like you, and I think, if you want, that would make
us.. together, you know?" God that sounds so stu-
"Yeah, I’d like that."
"I-I would too. Like Boyfriends right?"
"Yeah, like boyfriends, Terufumi."
Sugimoto’s face flushed at hearing his first name.
I could really get used to this
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