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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Aoba_Tsumugi/Sakasaki_Natsume
  Character:
      Aoba_Tsumugi, Sakasaki_Natsume, rei_is_there_for_a_hot_minute
  Additional Tags:
      Aphrodisiacs, Handcuffs, Anal_Sex, Blow_Jobs, Confessions, Fluff_and
      Smut, Angst, oh_my_god_this_whole_thing_is_a_mess_im_sorry, mentions_of
      rei/tsumugi, mentions_of_eichi/tsumugi
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-08 Words: 5222
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by midweekrobins
Summary
     A jealous Natsume concocts a love potion, but it doesn't work quite
     as intended.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Natsume was seething. This wasn’t anything new, especially when it came to his
stupid senpai, but this time he was furious at himself as well. Emotions boiled
around inside of him as he angrily flipped through the pages of an old spell
book that he had stashed in his secret room in the library. Anger,
embarrassment, guilt, jealousy, sadness -- they all threatened to overwhelm him
before he was able to finish his task. If Natsume had been thinking straight,
his embarrassment would have overpowered everything else and he would have quit
halfway through as he realized what he was doing and what it meant.
He knew about the student council president. He didn’t like it, but it was
fairly obvious. And Natsume had thought that after getting tossed aside so
cruelly by Tenshouin, even after following him around like a puppy dog and
doing all of his dirty work, Tsumugi would take a while to recover from that
betrayal. But then, not even an hour ago, Natsume had turned a corner while on
his way to the practice rooms and run into Rei and Tsumugi. Specifically, Rei
had Tsumugi’s back against the wall, one arm outstretched so he was blocking
Tsumugi in while the other caressed Tsumugi’s jaw. They were sharing a look
that seemed so intimate Natsume felt dirty just from accidentally seeing it.
“Rei-niisAN? SenpAI?” Natsume blurted out without thinking. Both of them
whipped their heads around upon realizing his presence and Rei went pale as a
look of horror flashed through Tsumugi’s eyes.
“Natsume-kun, ah, this isn’t-” Tsumugi started, but Natsume had already turned
and fled.
“Oh dear, this is my fault, now he’s going to have the wrong idea…” Rei
muttered, rubbing his forehead. “I’ll explain it to him-”
Tsumugi cut Rei off with a laugh, startling him. “It’s okay, Rei-kun. I know my
feelings towards him are unrequited. This arrangement is just a distraction for
both of us, after all. I just wasn’t sure he could be more disgusted with me
than he already was, but…” he trailed off.
Rei put his arm around Tsumugi’s shoulder. “I’ve told you often, I know him
quite well and he doesn’t hate you. He’s a… confusing boy to say the least, but
of that I’m sure. Try being honest with him for once, and perhaps he’ll do the
same.”
How many others were there? Natsume wondered in passing as he stirred the
potion in front of him. Had Tsumugi kissed everyone in the school except him?
He hated himself for having those thoughts and knew it wasn’t any of his
business, but being sensible was at the bottom of his list at the moment, as
clearly demonstrated by the shameful creation he was brewing. As he tossed in
the final ingredient, the liquid gave off a faint glow and an eerie steam
lifted from the small cauldron and drifted around the room, when suddenly the
door flew open and light filled up the small space.
“Natsume-kun? Ah, there you are! I knew I should have looked here first…”
Tsumugi looked sheepish and embarrassed as he entered and shut the door behind
him.
“How many times do I have to tell you, don’t suddenly come in here without
knocKING,” Natsume snapped automatically. “My experiments require a very
delicate environMENT.”
“Yes, yes, I’m very sorry,” Tsumugi brushed aside his admonishment. “Um… I just
wanted to talk to you about earlier…”
No, no, no. The last thing he wanted to hear right now was that his senpai was
dating his nii-san.
“SenPAI,” he interrupted. “Would you care for some TEA?”
“Eh -- really? Um, not that I’m not grateful, but I’d be lying if I said you
offering me tea wasn’t a little bit frightening right now,” he laughed
nervously. “Ah! Please don’t hit me!”
Rolling his eyes, Natsume restrained himself as the water came to a boil and he
gently poured the water into a cup, discreetly adding a few drops of his potion
in as he lowered the tea bag. The solution fizzled a bit before settling into a
hazy pink color. He set the cup down in front of Tsumugi as he innocently
sipped at his own non-laced version.
“Uwah, how did you know pink is my lucky color today? As expected of Natsume-
kun!” he beamed. He raised the cup to his lips and Natsume felt his heart rate
increase. There was no going back now.
According to his spell book, if Tsumugi drank that, he’d immediately fall in
love with the first person he saw.
But he paused right before taking a sip, and Natsume tried not to appear too
nervous, even though he could feel himself starting to sweat.
“I’m not dating Rei-kun,” Tsumugi blurted out. “Not that you would care who
someone like me dates, but I know Rei-kun is important to you…” he broke eye
contact with Natsume and took a huge gulp from the tea cup, as if trying to
distract himself from his own embarrassment.
“Senpai, waiT,” Natsume reached out try and stop him from drinking it, but it
was too late.
“Eh? What’s the matter, Natsume-kun? Um, the tea tastes wonderful by the way,”
he smiled, finally looking back up to meet Natsume’s eyes. “What kind is it?”
Upon making eye contact, Natsume’s heart raced and he wished he had never made
this potion. He stared at his counterpart for what felt like hours before
coming back to his senses.
Had the potion not worked? For once, Natsume was relieved at the thought,
exhaling slightly. “I’m glad you like IT.”
“You’re being a lot nicer that I thought you would be… I really thought you
would hate me even more.” Tsumugi set down his empty cup and twirled a lock of
his hair. Relief starting to flood through Natsume, but before he could reply,
Tsumugi tugged at his collar. “It’s… suddenly really warm in here,” he
breathed, rolling up his sleeves.
Natsume noticed a flush creeping over Tsumugi’s face as a hazy look entered his
eyes. His brows furrowed together, like he was confused but couldn’t figure out
about what. He blinked rapidly as if he was trying to keep himself from falling
asleep.
“SenpAI… are you… feeling alriGHT?” Natsume asked cautiously. Maybe the potion
was doing something after all, but this wasn’t what he envisioned. Guilt as
well as something else twisted up inside his stomach.
“I… feel a little strange, to be honest,” he admitted. He squirmed a bit in his
seat on the floor. “I don’t know what’s come over me…”
“It must be because you interrupted my experiMENT,” Natsume blurted out. It
wasn’t a complete lie, the potion might not be working because the atmosphere
of the room had been disrupted before it was finished. “Senpai… it’s possible
there’s something possessing yOU.”
“Eh?! No way!” He looked wildly around the room as if searching for an escape
from these unfortunate circumstances, then faced Natsume again helplessly, face
bright red. He continued to tug at his clothes and then his eyes widened like
he had a sudden revelation. “Argh, what do I do, it’s so hot… is there really a
demon making me feel like this? It’s wrong, I can’t, not while Natsume-kun is
here,” he lamented. He continued to shift his posture uncomfortably, hands
shaking a bit. It seemed like his situation was suddenly escalating rapidly.
“No, no, what if I can’t control it…”
“What… if you can’t control whAT? SenpAI?” Natsume found himself inching closer
to Tsumugi against his better judgement. The heavy atmosphere pounded in his
ears, hyperfixating him on Tsumugi’s every action, trying to evaluate the
situation and what he should do. He had never seen his senpai look so
uncomfortable, which is... saying something, considering he lived a general
uncomfortable existence.
“I don’t want Natsume-kun to see me like this,” Tsumugi said desperately, voice
shaking. “Even if I’m being possessed, I--” Tsumugi’s shaking hands were
pressed over his crotch, attempting to hide the growing issue that Natsume
finally noticed.
Ah.
Now that he had confirmation, he could work with this. It wasn’t ideal, but at
least he hadn’t messed up the potion so badly that Tsumugi would be
spontaneously combusting.
“You would rather have me call Rei-niisan here to take care of yOU?” Natsume
taunted, needlessly cruel.
Guilt flashed through Tsumugi’s eyes as he quickly denied it. “That’s what I
was trying to tell you, it’s complicated, but it’s-- it’s not like you think it
is,” he panted. It clearly took a great amount of effort for him to formulate
responses, and Natsume could definitely have fun with that.
“Assuming I believe yOU, that doesn’t answer my question as to what to do about
tHIS,” Natsume pondered as he stood up and approached Tsumugi, emphasizing his
final word with a gentle but firm press of his foot against the area between
Tsumugi’s legs.
Tsumugi let out a moan that made Natsume’s vision spin. He didn’t like that -
- this was starting to get out of hand and he needed a way to make sure he was
in control.
“I’m going to perform an exorciSM,” he said decidedly. Tsumugi looked up at
him, lips parted and eyes cloudy, his expression so flushed and lewd that it
made Natsume embarrassed, but hardened his resolve nonetheless. “But I’m going
to need your cooperation, SenpAI.”
And that was how, minutes later, Tsumugi ended up shackled to wall of the
library’s secret room.
Even though the shackles had him pinned to the wall, arms just above his head,
Natsume’s hands remained locked around his wrists, eyes staring into him as if
violating his soul. Natsume’s face was way too close to his own, and yet not
close enough; he could hear Natsume’s shallow breaths that were much softer in
comparison to his own panting, but prominent regardless. Heat was pounding
through every inch of Tsumugi’s body, commanding him to move as if he were a
puppet, but he fought against the humiliating things he felt himself
involuntarily wanting to do. But it was so, so hard with Natsume’s face
centimeters away, so close in proximity that the warmth of his breathe was
eagerly sucked in by the hotness that Tsumugi felt emanating from his pored. He
wanted to close the distance between their lips, between their bodies, between
their clothes. Of course, it wasn’t just whatever was possessing him that was
spurring these thoughts on; Tsumugi had long since accepted his feelings
towards Natsume and also known they would never be returned. But this demon, or
whatever it was, was blurring his lines of judgement and pushing him into
situations he never would have normally hoped for.
Natsume ran his finger down Tsumugi’s jawline, resting on his collarbone, and
Tsumugi honestly thought he was going to die if the heat in his body and the
hardness in his pants weren’t taken care of. The room echoed, and he realized
it was him whining.
“Now, nOW,” Natsume cooed. “Don’t worry, senpai, the exorcism is about to
begIN.”
Tsumugi shuddered, Natsume’s words not registering in his head as much as his
soft, crooning voice. He reached up and removed Tsumugi’s glasses, which
Tsumugi hadn’t even realized were starting to fog, and set them gently on the
ground a few feet away from them.
He slowly came back over and ran a finger over Tsumugi’s lips, feeling his
breaths come out unsteadily. He closed his eyes and whispered a few words of
what was absolute gibberish but he hoped sounded like a spell, and then looked
back up at his senpai.
“Alright,” Natsume inhaled, pushing his knee between Tsumugi’s thighs, “the
exorcism has beGUN. What are you thinking about right nOW? Tell mE.”
As if it wasn’t obvious what Tsumugi was thinking about as Natsume’s thigh was
pressed lightly on his dick. “I’m… I’m thinking… about you,” he choked out
anyway. Natsume’s heart skipped a beat upon getting the answer he had wanted.
“OH? What about me is on your miND?” Natsume smiled, pushing closer,
wonderfully aware of how small he felt compared to Tsumugi’s broader torso.
“You -- everything, always,” Tsumugi shuddered as Natsume moved closer yet,
relentlessly increasing the pressure he was placing against Tsumugi’s chest
with his own as well as on Tsumugi’s crotch with his leg.
“Senpai, for this to be effective, you’re going to have to be more speciFIC,”
Natsume sighed. “In order to cleanse you, you’re going to have to release all
of the dirty thoughts from your mind by saying them out loUD.”
Tsumugi’s breathed hitched. He looked like he was putting a massive amount of
effort into not losing control. He shook his head in adamant refusal at
Natsume’s command. “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” he panted, “you’ll hate me even
more… Natsume-kun… if you knew all the things that I think about you… I
couldn’t stand it if you hated me more than you already do… I’m gross…”
Natsume gripped Tsumugi’s face in his hand, forcing him to look at him. “Idiot
senpai, would I be doing this if I actually hated yOU? I’m going to get really
mad if you keep saying things like thAT.” The atmosphere suddenly changed
drastically, and through the haze in his eyes, Tsumugi looked shocked, biting
his lip as Natsume continued, “Since you seem reluctant to accept my help, I’ll
make it easier and tell you something that I’ve thought abOUT.”
Natsume’s hand slid down from Tsumugi’s face to rest on his chest as his other
hand gripped the fabric of the bottom of Tsumugi’s sweater. His heart was
beating out of his chest and he wondered how it ended up like this, with him
confessing to his senpai rather than the other way around, like he had
intended, and with Tsumugi shackled to a wall of all things. It was a small
comfort that he could also feel the taller boy’s heart pounding just as hard as
his own, but he wasn’t really sure how to begin in order to move from this
inevitable conversation about feelings back into territory he felt he had a
little more control over. Well, he might as well get it over with. “I think
about how soft senpai’s lips loOK,” he started hesitantly, and Tsumugi’s eyes
widened. “About how soft your hair is, and about how broad and strong your
shoulders ARE… I think about how your eyes shine when you look at me and Sora,
and how you glow when we’re on stage together. I hate how much I think about
you, and I hate that there’s so much about you I don’t hate.” Natsume felt a
flood of words coming out of his mouth, like a dam had broken and he couldn’t
stop himself from pouring his heart out like an idiot.
“You piss me off when you’re around, but it pisses me off even more when you’re
not there. And… when I saw you with Rei-niisan… I got angry. Really angry. I’m
still angry.” He clenched the fist that was on Tsumugi’s chest and hit him
without much force. “When I think about you with the student council president,
even though I know it’s in the past, I get even angrier. Senpai should…” He
looked back up at Tsumugi who was staring at him, slack jawed, “should only be
mine.”
There was a moment of deafening silence where even the aphrodisiac flowing
through Tsumugi’s system couldn’t help him form a response. In the back of his
mind, Tsumugi noted Natsume had stopped ending his sentences weirdly in the
middle of his speech. The smaller boy’s eyes stared through him with
vulnerability as well as stubbornness.
“Natsume-kun…” Tsumugi inhaled, “I’ve always only been yours.”
Humiliatingly enough, Natsume’s eyes started to burn and his throat constricted
as for once, Tsumugi said exactly the right thing. “IdiOT.” Embarrassed,
Natsume reflexively kneed into Tsumugi’s crotch without thinking, and Tsumugi
let out a groan, but not one that indicated pain. Natsume was suddenly reminded
of how hard Tsumugi was, and he was actually a little impressed that the idiot
had kept it together this much. Tsumugi’s head fell forward so that their
foreheads were pressed together, and Natsume took advantage of the opportunity
to finally reach up and press their lips together.
Tsumugi’s body reacted instantly, like Natsume had just set off a bomb. He
pulled against his restraints and responded to the kiss my pressing back
harder, opening his mouth as Natsume did the same, wildly running his tongue
over Natsume’s bottom lip before moving onto the inside of his mouth. His body
was on fire and he wasn’t sure if Natsume was the water that would cool him
down or the wind that would ignite him further, but either way he had to be
closer, closer.
And then, Natsume pulled away, leaving Tsumugi dizzy and disoriented and, god,
he was starting to think he’s going to die from being so turned on.
“Senpai, don’t forget, we’re in the middle of an exorciSM,” Natsume panted,
flushed and wiping his mouth. “I didn’t tell you all those disgusting things
for no reaSON. It’s your tuRN. I could taste all your dirty thoughts on your
tongue,” he leaned closer again, “and it’s time to release thEM.”
With Natsume’s face so close but just out of reach, cute but sinister and eyes
glinting with something that could be called lust, there was no way Tsumugi
could control the demon in him any longer.
“I think about Natsume-kun all the time,” he blurted, “about how, even though
you deserve someone much better than me, I still want to be the one to treasure
you and make you feel special. Natsume-kun is so beautiful and talented, I want
to be with you and support you as much as I can, and even more than that. In
fact, there’s no way I could ever not be thinking about you, especially when
I’m with Rei-kun. He knows how I feel about you, and he also has feelings for
someone else as well. Sometimes I try to pretend he’s you. But then I can only
think about how he’s not you, how your hands are smaller, how your hair is
straighter and silkier, how no one’s voice is as beautiful as yours… I think
about how if it was you I was holding, your waist would fit perfectly in my
hands and your legs would be smooth and soft against mine, and how I want to
hear your voice say erotic things until you can’t form words anymore, and then
I think about the noises you would make -- ahh, Natsume-kun, I can’t -- I need
--” he broke off breathlessly, rutting his hips to get any amount of friction
against his pants and briefly brushing on Natsume as he did so.
“Keep goiNG,” Natsume encouraged, making sure to stay just far back enough that
Tsumugi couldn’t grind on him, because where’s the fun in that? This was
senpai’s punishment for making him wait so long.
Tsumugi groaned and threw his head back, sweat beading on his face. “I want to
take Natsume-kun in my mouth, I want you to pull my hair and use me however you
want, I can take it! I want you to cum all over my face and glasses, but I also
want to swallow all of you so I want to let you use me so many times, and then
I want to pick you up and throw you on the bed, or against the wall, and finger
you till you’re begging me to put it in,” Tsumugi’s voice cracked, “and then I
want to fuck you until you can’t see, or you can ride me, you can do whatever
you want, or -- oh, god, anything, I just want Natsume-kun -- at home, in the
library, in the classroom, in an alley, there isn’t anywhere I wouldn’t want to
fuck you--”
Unable to take any more, Natsume grabbed Tsumugi’s crotch and undid his belt
and zipper and Tsumugi let out a sigh of relief. “Senpai really is diRTY,” he
teased, “but I can’t say I haven’t thought about how big you probably are down
heRE…” he squeezed Tsumugi’s dick through his pants and Tsumugi moaned, “and
what it would feel like to have it inside of mE…” he finally pulled down his
pants and underwear, freeing Tsumugi’s dick, and it was even bigger than
Natsume imagined. Licking his lips, he sunk down to his knees and gave Tsumugi
a couple gentle pumps before pausing to move his face closer and licked a
stripe up the length of it. Tsumugi gasped and shuddered, giving Natsume the
encouragement he needed to press a light kiss to the head before plopping his
lips around it and teasingly running his tongue around its circumference. He
finally took as much of the length into his mouth as he could, which, granted,
wasn’t a whole lot considering Tsumugi’s size, but right as he was easing off,
Tsumugi bucked his hips, shoving his dick down Natsume’s throat and causing
Natsume to gag.
“I’m sorry, Natsume-kun, I’m sorry,” he groaned, trying to pull away, but
Natsume grabbed him by his hips and took him back in his mouth, tears welling
as Tsumugi tried to hold himself back but couldn’t stop himself from jolting as
Natsume bobbed his head slowly, touching himself through his pants with the
hand that wasn’t making up for what his mouth couldn’t take. It’s a really nice
dick, he thought in the back of his mind. But he knew he couldn’t let it go to
waste, so he reluctantly removed his mouth and hand and rested his head against
Tsumugi’s leg as he took a second to catch his breath.
The shackles around Tsumugi’s wrists were starting to rub his skin raw, not
that he really noticed. However, Natsume did take note as he stood up and saw
the state of his restrained area. “Nnn, that’s no good, an idol can’t have
blemishes like thIS,” Natsume scolded, reaching up to release him, albeit to
his own disappointment. The logistics weren’t practical for what was coming
anyway, he told himself.
“If you do that, I really don’t know if I can hold it in,” Tsumugi breathed as
his first hand came free, and Natsume immediately swatted it away when he tried
to reach down to his crotch.
“You won’t have to for much longer, we’ll get this demon out of yOU,” Natsume
assured him, not feeling quite as guilty as he probably should.
Tsumugi’s second hand was freed and before Natsume even realized what was
happening, their positions were switched and Tsumugi had him pressed against
the wall, kissing and sucking his neck as he tried to get Natsume’s clothes off
as fast as he possibly could. He shrugged off his lab coat as Tsumugi
practically ripped his shirt open before temporarily breaking apart so that he
could finally remove his own shirt. All that was left was Natsume’s pants,
which he wasted no time taking off, and by the time Tsumugi got back to him
they were both completely naked. Their lips collided again as Tsumugi ran his
hands up and down Natsume’s sides, stopping at his upper torso to play with his
nipples.
Natsume let out a surprised squeak as that stimulation combined with their
dicks suddenly rubbing together made his vision spin. Tsumugi opened his eyes
and looked at him with an expression Natsume had never seen before, dark and
clouded and intoxicated, like Natsume was the only thing in the world. It was a
bit embarrassing, but Natsume couldn’t deny he was also drunk on the heat of
the moment, and even that was probably incomparable to what Tsumugi was feeling
with the added aphrodisiac.
Tsumugi lowered himself so his mouth could take the place of his hand on
Natsume’s nipple, licking and nibbling just a bit too hard in his frenzy, but
Natsume didn’t really want him to stop. But he did stop, and he dropped even
lower down on his knees and swallowed Natsume’s dick without hesitation.
Natsume couldn’t hold back a moan and his knees almost buckled as Tsumugi took
him in.
“Nngh, Natsume-kun, you can fuck my mouth if you want… this is one thing… I’m
really good at, I think,” Tsumugi said, his words a little muffled by his mouth
being otherwise occupied.
Natsume didn’t need to be told twice if that’s what Tsumugi wanted. He did say
this was a fantasy of his, right? What a dirty senpai he had.
He knotted his hands in Tsumugi’s hair and thrust forward without warning, and
the feeling of his cock hitting the back of the other boy’s throat sent him
spiraling. He continued to move his hips in rhythm with the way he was yanking
Tsumugi’s head, and from the way Tsumugi was moaning on his dick, he clearly
didn’t have any objections although drool mixed with a bit of precum dripped
down his chin as tears wet his cheeks. It was, hands down, the most erotic
thing Natsume had ever seen in his life, and he had to abruptly yank Tsumugi
off of him before he came too soon.
But Tsumugi didn’t seem to be having any of it, as he held Natsume by his
thighs against the wall. “Senpai, waIT,” he all but begged as Tsumugi sucked
hickeys on his inner thigh, “I don’t want to finish before you’re inside of
ME.”
In response, Tsumugi pulled away and reached for his bag, digging through it
wildly before pulling out a small bottle of lube.
“HAH? You seriously bring that to school with YOU? How disgusTING,” Natsume
scoffed, as if he wasn’t briefly grateful for Tsumugi’s sluttiness.
“Don’t worry Natsume-kun, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” he rambled as he
coated his fingers and returned to Natsume’s lower half. Natsume was about to
retort when Tsumugi hoisted his leg up, exposing him in an embarrassing
position, and he felt the long, slim finger slip inside of him, belatedly
making him realize that this is really happening. His breath hitched again as
Tsumugi added another finger, stretching him open, and the more Tsumugi worked
on him the emptier he felt with every second that passed that his dick wasn’t
in him.
“Hurry UP,” he hissed, and Tsumugi curled his fingers just right, causing
Natsume to let out a shout as his body jolted from the sudden pleasure. Any
other time, Natsume would have wanted to punch the smug look off of Tsumugi’s
face, but he added a third finger and Natsume thought he was going to die if
they didn’t get on with it soon.
Finally, after a few more moments that seemed like an eternity, Tsumugi
retracted his fingers and pushed their lips together again as he wasted no time
lining himself up with Natsume’s entrance. Right as Natsume was going to scold
him again for not hurrying up, Tsumugi pushed inside him, probably as slow as
he could go given the situation, but Natsume’s vision still blurred as the
feeling of being ripped apart surged through him and he shamelessly dug his
nails into Tsumugi’s back.
“Natsume-kun,” Tsumugi gasped as he filled Natsume to the brim, “I can’t, I
can’t wait anymore--”
The warning barely processed in Natsume’s head before Tsumugi pounded into him
and everything around him seemed to shatter; there was no longer any line
between pain and pleasure as they fell into a frantic rhythm. He was vaguely
aware of the room resounding with the noise of their panting and moaning and
the slap of skin against skin, but the lewdness didn’t even bother him during
the moment. At some point it stopped hurting and Natsume threw his head back
against the wall as Tsumugi started to repeatedly slam into his prostate,
spurred on by the vocal responses Natsume couldn’t help but give.
Natsume dragged his nails down Tsumugi’s back, knowing that he had already
broke the skin and was probably drawing blood, but the thought kind of made it
even better. Likewise, Tsumugi was burying his (much shorter) nails into
Natsume’s hips and his thigh, leaving him with a duller but still bruising
pain.
He wasn’t sure whose it was, but Natsume definitely tasted blood as Tsumugi
kissed him hard and he responded in an equally as violent manner. Lost in each
other and the countless sensations all over their bodies as they sped up their
rhythm without even realizing, Natsume felt tremors through his legs as he got
closer and closer to climax. He wanted it to last longer, but he wanted release
even more.
“Senpai, ah, I’m alreaDY--”
“Me too,” Tsumugi rasped, thrusting even harder and hitting Natsume’s prostate
with an impossible pressure and pace. He moved his hand to finally stroke
Natsume’s dick, which had been begging for attention, but it took barely a few
seconds before Natsume’s vision went white and he involuntarily let out a high-
pitched groan as he came all over Tsumugi’s stomach, body jolting as his hands
clawed desperately at Tsumugi’s hair and back.
Just as Natsume came down from his orgasm, Tsumugi followed, pounding a few
more abusive thrusts into Natsume’s most overstimulated spots and then he was
coming inside of him, warmth filling Natsume from the inside as Tsumugi buckled
and fell forward, resting his weight almost completely on Natsume’s smaller
body as he pulled out.
As they both struggled to catch their breath from the admittedly short but
still intense session, Tsumugi looped his arms around Natsume’s waist and
pulled them both onto the floor, letting Natsume sink into his lap, who was
looking as vulnerable as he probably felt. Figuring he was already exposed
enough, Natsume gave in and curled into Tsumugi’s strong, warm chest as the
other ran his fingers through his hair without saying anything. Perhaps it was
the post-orgasm high, but even though he knew he should feel embarrassed,
Natsume just felt safe and content being held.
“It’s a good thing you aren’t in the tea club,” Tsumugi sighed suddenly, “if
you had given Eichi-kun that demon tea he probably wouldn’t have survived.”
Natsume’s head jolted up, staring at him with wide eyes and a flushed face.
“You KNEW? And also, what the hell, don’t talk about the student council
president right nOW.”
Tsumugi laughed. “I wasn’t sure what you put in it until after I started
feeling weird, but it seemed impolite to refuse. And also, even if Natsume-kun
wanted to poison me, you’d probably have the right to do so!”
Natsume grabbed his cheek irritably. “Don’t say that kind of thing what such a
carefree smile, idiOT.”
“Ow, ow! Uwah, you were being so cute and cuddly too… nooo, don’t move,” he
whined as Natsume abruptly stood up off his lap and started to walk away.
“Ugh, I’m just going to clean off, I feel grOSS. I’ll be right baCK,” he rolled
his eyes.
“Okay,” Tsumugi smiled. “Uuu, that really wore me out… Let’s stay here together
tonight, Natsume-kun…” he yawned as he stood up. “Look, we still have the
pajamas I made from last time.”
“Whatever, I don’t really have a choiCE,” Natsume retorted, taking the pajamas
as he headed towards the exit to go to the bathroom. He was facing the other
direction, but Tsumugi could hear the smile in his voice.
End Notes
     IM.... SORRY.... i don't write porn so all the spicy stuff was super
     rushed because i was EMBARRASSED.... but oh my god i love natsumugi.
     im sorry this is such a mess i just can't believe i actually finished
     something. feel free to talk to me about ntmg/enstars on twitter
     @ruimoh !! also if u enjoy my writing feel free to buy me a coffee :
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