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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      New_Dangan_Ronpa_V3:_Everyone's_New_Semester_of_Killing
  Relationship:
      Ouma_Kokichi/Saihara_Shuuichi
  Character:
      Ouma_Kokichi, Saihara_Shuuichi
  Additional Tags:
      Weird_sort-of_friends_with_benefits, dirty_talking, (not_really._i'm_bad
      at_writing_that_kind_of_thing), Semi-Public_Sex, Not_Canon_Compliant,
      Mild_Spoilers, harukawa_and_momota_show_up_for_like_.2_seconds, saihara
      is_bad_at_feelings_but_ouma_is_WORSE
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-13 Words: 1607
****** (couldn't) stand the taste ******
by ninata
Summary
     When we catch a criminal / There's nothing we can do / But play Cops
     and Robbers -- Saihara and Ouma do some things they probably
     shouldn't do in one of the hallways.
Notes
     like i said, spoilers-- kind of chapter 1 spoilers and this is
     supposed to take place basically in the school/island mode equivalent
     at the end of the game. don't read this if you don't want spoilers
     and don't complain if you didn't read my warnings...
     also saihara's gross, sorry i make him gross, i'm just tryina be
     canon here
See the end of the work for more notes
Always the propositions, sneers that tug his lips across his cheeks. Kokichi
Ouma always claims to be lying, no matter what he says, and he isn't sure he
resents it. Shuuichi swallows it down, fear and anxiety, the thrill that
skyrockets down his body whenever their skin makes contact.
"What, are you nervous we're going to get caught?" Ouma teases as their lips
part, Shuuichi backed up against a wall in an empty hallway. "It's not like we
really have privacy anywhere in this place. Isn't it more exciting this way?"
"Y-You're not telling me you actually  want  people to see us…"
"Maybe I'm into that, Saihara-chan." Shuuichi grunts in discomfort, hiding his
mouth behind his hand, cheeks flaming. Ouma's thin hand slides down the front
of his body, stopping at the fly of his pants. "Aw, don't make that face! I
wasn't being serious. We can go to the dorms if you really want, y'know."
Shuuichi's silent. "Is that not what you want?" Ouma's smarmy grin is full of
condescension, but Shuuichi can't pretend he hates that. "Whaaaat? Does
Saihara-chan want to do something naughty out in the open? How gross— Ara? What
have we here?"
His hand takes Shuuichi roughly through the fabric of his pants. He squeaks in
response. "Nishishi. You make this too fun. If you want me to stop, y'know, you
can just tell me."
"N-No, I…" Shuuichi takes a breath. "I want...I don't, um...I don't want you
to…to stop, I want you to…"
"To what?"
Shuuichi's left hand lands on Ouma's shoulder. "I-I want you...t-to...touch
me…"
"Huuuh. That's pretty forward of you! Maybe Saihara-chan has leveled up a
little bit?" His tone of voice is still mocking, but he can see it. Ouma's
smile has taken on a quality of nervous anticipation; he licks his lips as he
grinds his palm against it. Shuuichi bites his fist. Other people are awake and
about; somebody could hear him,  anyone  could.
"You're sooo nasty, Saihara-chan." Ouma says in sing-song, getting close enough
that Shuuichi can hear his heavy breaths. "Every time I think you can't be more
of a pervert, you blow me out of the water. Sometimes literally!" He snickers.
His cheeks have gone red, and he keeps working at Shuuichi's boner, movements
almost painful, still not bothering to remove any of the layers of clothing
between them. Shuuichi's biting hard enough on his knuckles that it's a white
hot sting, but it does nothing to buffer the way Ouma makes him feel. Words and
his hand, that's all it is, but Shuuichi can't help but revel in it.
"Hey...You're making a rea~lly funny face right now," Ouma says in a breathy
voice, shifting on his feet a few times. His hand squeezes, and Shuuichi's body
jerks. "Are you that close already? Hey, tell me."
Shuuichi moves his hand out of the way. "I-I...I'm…" He groans. "S-Stah…"
"Ehhh? Stop?"
"D-Don't stop…! Please, puh, nngh," Shuuichi grabs onto Ouma's arm, urging him
to move harder, faster. "I'm, gonna, s-so please,"
"Maybe if you get down and beg." Ouma's voice doesn't match his words. Softly,
like he isn't making a humiliating demand. "Juuust kidding."
His hand complies with Shuuichi's silent request, and he knows it won't be too
much longer. His body builds towards unbearable sensitivity, his heart
hammering against his ribs, and that's when he hears it.  Footsteps.  Ouma
hears it too, closing the space between them until their bodies are pressed
against each other. Voices undeniably belonging to Harukawa and Momota slowly
grow louder, and he holds his breath, watching for their shadows. Holds
it...Ouma's hand starts moving again. The voices get louder. He can't take it,
and it's only a few seconds before his hips tremble, and cum stains through his
underwear. Shuddering breaths, his knees give out and he hits the floor.
The voices fade. Shuuichi tries to catch his breath.
"Premature as always." From this angle, he sees quite clearly that Ouma's hard.
"And you came in your pants again, too! Saihara-chan is a cherryboy through and
through."
He isn't sure how they ended up like this, how trying to figure out his lies
devolved into Ouma riding him hard enough he couldn't walk right. It wasn't
like they were dating. It wasn't like that, but…
"Hey, Saihara-chan. While you're down there…"
Ouma shifts again. His eyes dart towards the ends of the hallway, and then he
licks his lips again. Shuuichi nervously follows suit, only directing his
attention back to the other man when he confirms Harukawa and Momota are gone,
as well as no other students.
His shaking hands fiddle with the buckle of Ouma's belt. He unzips his pants,
and pulls them down along with his bright underwear. Unsure once again how they
don't show through the white fabric, still hazy-brained from his orgasm, he
carefully takes Ouma's dick into his hand.
It's not too small considering Ouma's height, but it's just enough so that he
doesn't struggle with it. Shuuichi swallows, then presses his tongue into the
flesh of the head.
Ouma exhales, his hands gripping Shuuichi's hair. He makes a noise like he was
trying to say words, but it's nothing Shuuichi can understand. He lets his
tongue roll around it, feels it steadily get harder as he takes more in his
mouth. It tastes undeniably human, sweat and skin and something pungent. He can
tell Ouma showered this morning; was he expecting this? He wouldn't be
surprised. Is it weird that Shuuichi enjoys the taste? His free hand grazes the
short stubble on Ouma's balls; there's something about the fact he shaves that
Shuuichi finds appealing.
Ouma tugs on his hair, but it doesn't hurt that much. His legs wobble. "Sa,
Saihara-chan, aha, y-you, might be getting a little, g-good at this." His voice
has lost a degree of its usual malice. Shuuichi's head dips back and forth, his
tongue running past the length, curling around what it can. He wants to gag,
but he firmly refuses to entertain the possibility. He pulls back to combat it,
licking the head for a bit, jerking off the remainder with slick fingers. Ouma
yanks on Shuuichi's cowlick, hissing out a breath.
"H-Hey, Saihara-chan, I'm going, to, something's gonna," Shuuichi takes all of
him back into his mouth. Ouma chokes on his words. "G-Gonna, h-hey, w-wouldn't
it be funny, if I came on your face? And y-you had to, in front of
eeeeverybody," Ouma's voice has completely lost its power. Tears are in his
eyes, and Shuuichi watches him as he struggles to form coherent sentences. "I-
I said I was gonna come, what, aren't you, a-are you gonna…?
Nishi...hahaha…Saihara-chan really is a— p-perv—"
With a moan, he comes into Shuuichi's mouth. It hits the back of his throat,
and this time he does gag; luckily, nothing comes up. His head jerks back, and
a bit bubbles out of his mouth and down his lips. He swallows a few times,
licking off what escaped.
Ouma, stands there, hunched over, for a few moments. His face is unreadable
aside from his red cheeks and tears, and Shuuichi starts to stand up when Ouma
finally tucks himself back into his obnoxious boxer briefs and pulls his pants
back up. He fastens his belt and grins.
"Weeeell, that was fun! Nishishi. Of cooourse, I got nervous when we almost got
caught, but it was funny when Saihara-chan got off to it. Yep, you're
definitely a gross pervert!"
Shuuichi gets to his feet. "O-Ouma-kun, I…"
Ouma puts a hand out to stop him. "So! I'm busy now, and I'll see you later!"
"Huh...? Wait, hold on—"
"I'm not gonna wait! Bye bye."
He turns on his heel, shooting a wink at him before scampering away. Shuuichi
has half a mind to follow him, but walking with his underwear like this is
uncomfortable enough, let alone trying to chase down Ouma. Besides, if anyone
saw him…
Deciding to head back to his dorm to change pants, he sighs. It almost always
ended like this; he'd wake up and Ouma had disappeared, normally along with
some of his possessions. He always ran off somewhere. Call him a romantic, but
it'd be nice to...what do they call it? Bask in the afterglow? Ouma seemed to
dislike intimacy besides the act of sex, and Shuuichi couldn't help but wonder
if it was embarrassing for him. Or worse, that Shuuichi wasn't the kind of
person he wanted to do those things with. Maybe he was just easy.
Assuming that the truth was either that Ouma was one hundred percent good or
believing the others that he was evil; assuming the answer lied at either one
side of a spectrum was wrong. It had to be something in the middle, some grey
area he didn't know about yet…
Smoothing back his hair as he waddles to the dorms, sneaking behind corners and
listening carefully for voices and footsteps before he makes it outside,
Shuuichi can't help but think about what was attractive about Ouma. Ouma was
interesting, what with all the lying he did, and he paid attention to Shuuichi,
which he couldn't say was a common occurrence. He was cute, but Shuuichi knew
that a majority of that persona was fake. He was smart. He was hiding
something. And...he took Shuuichi seriously, which wasn't common, either. Was
it wrong of him to want to be around him more, then…?
Shuuichi wasn't accustomed to feeling some strong way about other people, but
Ouma had changed that.
Yeah, Ouma's definitely strange. But Shuuichi likes it.
End Notes
     buuuuuuuuuuh drv3 tore off my dick im MAD about chapter 1 still and
     i'll write an angry letter to kodaka after i finish my playthrough
     but saiouma is my new muse and i hate....This. come talk to me if you
     know all the spoilers so i can weep into your arms about My
     Rambunctious Boy Kokichi Ouma
     my friend snark half betaed this but most of this was written on an
     airplane and the rest i kind of spot edited. sorry if its bad holler
     at me if you have tips or shoot me if you have a gun
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