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Usually, after practice, Reo will drop Nagi off at his apartment on the back of his bike. It's not exactly a condition of Nagi playing soccer with him, but Reo likes to cater to Nagi's every whim, just in case one day he decides to quit because getting home by himself so late is too much effort. Reo doesn't mind in the slightest. If it means Nagi will keep taking his passes, he'll happily do anything. Up until meeting Nagi, Reo's life was nothing but boredom, day after day of living the same, the entire world at his fingertips but nothing he wanted.
Nagi is Reo's greatest treasure. Without him, Reo is bound to a future of mediocrity. Being the head of his father's business means nothing in the long run. Playing soccer with Nagi, though…
That's everything.
"Ah," Reo sighs one evening, kneading his calves as Nagi climbs off the bike behind him. "I'm so sore. Can I crash at yours for a bit?"
Nagi shrugs. "Sure. There's not much food in the apartment though so if you want something to eat for dinner there isn't anything made."
"What were you planning on doing?"
"Ordering in."
Reo rolls his eyes and throws an arm over Nagi's shoulders. "I'll cook for you. Let's go inside.”
After taking his shoes off, Nagi immediately heads to his room and collapses face first into his bed. "Soccer is such a hassle," he grumbles, kicking his feet. Reo trails in after him with a smile. "You're overworking me."
"I'll make you an omelette then have a bath, okay? How does that sound?" Nagi perks up, glancing over his shoulder at Reo with a hopeful look in his eyes. Reo simply laughs and throws his bag on the floor before heading to the kitchen.
Most people at school don't really understand their relationship. A lot of the time, Reo doesn't either. He doesn't know why he isn't bothered by doing everything for Nagi. He thought at some point he'd grow tired of it, or become annoyed, but it's been almost six months now and he still loves it all the same. Other students wonder how the most popular, richest kid in the school went from his huge social group to feeding that one quiet kid at lunch while he played games on his phone. Reo would hold the chopsticks up to Nagi's mouth, bite by bite, until the bento was finished. Then he'd give him a piggyback to class. Since when did Reo become some nobody's dog?
Reo doesn't care what anyone else thinks. As he sets a plate of rice and egg down in front of Nagi, contentment fills him like he's never experienced it before. Nagi opens his mouth, staring up at Reo like he expects to be fed. A rush of heat flows through Reo's entire body.
“C'mon, I do this for you all the time at school. I made you dinner, you can feed yourself." It's the first time Reo's rejected Nagi's wishes in a long while. He doesn't know why he does it. He just knows that his body feels weirdly hot and Nagi's expectant, needy expression is doing strange things to his insides.
Nagi tilts his head, wide eyes blinking slowly. "Why? It's such an effort when you can do it for me."
Most people would be offended by someone telling them something like that. For Reo, though, it ignites a light inside of him that he struggles to ignore, and he gives in so easily. "You're spoiled," he says, picking up Nagi's chopsticks.
Nagi shrugs in the nonchalant way he always does. "That's 'cause you spoil me."
Reo can't refute him.
Nagi bathes first, which is apparently something he's entirely capable of doing himself. When Reo gets his turn, he imagines what might have happened if Nagi had asked for his help in that too and has to dunk his head under the water, blushing profusely. What has gotten into him tonight? Sure, he's always felt differently about Nagi, a way he's never felt about anyone. He's certainly never felt this way about a girl—he's never been interested in women. Only Nagi. Does he like Nagi in that way? At the moment, it feels like it. Reo doesn't know how to navigate this. He doesn't know anything about boys liking other boys. Nagi definitely wouldn't feel the same way. Liking someone is too much effort, he'd probably say with a furrow of his brow, like romantic feelings get in the way of him living a carefree life.
Reo drains the water with a scowl, pushing the thoughts aside as best he can. It does no good to dwell on it. He isn't even sure of his own feelings anyway.
He's still towel drying his hair as he walks back into Nagi's room, wearing a pair of Nagi's pyjamas. It's a Friday, so at some point they'd reached the unanimous conclusion that Reo was staying the night. They often have sleepovers, even during the week, because Reo has to bike over to pick Nagi up for morning practice and some nights he couldn't be bothered going home first. Nagi's apartment is smaller than his mansion of an estate, more like something a normal kid would grow up in. Reo likes it, even though it's kind of empty. Nagi lives here, which is all that matters.
Nagi is sprawled out on the bed wearing nothing but his underwear, fiddling on his phone. This would make Reo shy, if he hadn't become so used to seeing Nagi change in locker rooms the past several months. No, what makes Reo splutter and blush is the clear outline of Nagi's erection, jutting up against the fabric of his underwear, while Nagi ignores it as if it doesn't even exist.
"You didn't take care of that in the bath?" Reo chokes, averting his eyes, burning red from head to toe. He can't stop picturing it in his mind's eye. It's not super big or anything, but it's an erection. He's never seen another guy's hard-on before! He's overcome with the urge to touch it, just to see how it feels, and he can't shake the thought.
"Take care of what?" Nagi asks, sounding genuinely confused, as if it isn't obvious. He looks away from his phone, frowning at Reo across the room, as if wondering why he's still standing there.
Reo gestures wildly towards Nagi's whole body. "Just—that!"
Nagi looks down at himself as if seeing his condition for the first time. He moves the phone from his field of view, aiming his frown towards his bulge. "I don't know what you mean."
"Your—you know! Why didn't you get off in the bath if you're hard?" Reo blurts. He feels his own cock twitch, as if awakened by Nagi's own arousal. Reo sort of wants to run and hide but that would make things even weirder so he stays standing there wondering if this is some sort of sick joke. Like maybe a cameraman will pop out at any moment to say, "Haha, tricked you, look how pathetic you are, you wanted to touch your best friend's cock! Look, you're getting hard just from the sight of it! He'll never want to play soccer with you now!"
Instead of that happening, Nagi's eyes widen a bit like he's only just realised what Reo means. "Ohhhh, right," he says, as if it's the most normal thing in the world. "Couldn't be bothered. I usually just wait for it to go away."
"What?" Reo asks. He finds himself drawn towards the bed, taking a step further into the room. Nagi is looking at his phone again, like this conversation doesn't mean anything, like Reo's heart isn't about to burst right out of his chest. "You don't jerk off?"
"Not really," Nagi replies. "It's kind of a hassle."
"It feels so good, though," Reo reasons. "Isn't it worth it?"
Nagi sighs and throws his arms out, sinking further into the mattress. His hips jump up a bit, as if searching for friction against his underwear. He looks so hot Reo's vision blurs. "It takes me a while to finish, so." He shrugs like he hasn't just turned Reo's brain to static. "My wrist kinda gets tired and it's so much work. What's the point?"
"I could do it for you," Reo blurts, because he's so horny and so stupid. "Like. Well. You could just lie there and I–I could, well, it wouldn't be an effort for you then, and maybe you'd feel better after an orgasm, I just thought—"
"Okay," Nagi interrupts, closing his eyes like he's about to take a nap. "That sounds like a good idea. This way I don't have to do anything."
"You're serious?"
"Aren't you?"
Reo gapes, then scrambles onto the bed, a mess of limbs, more uncoordinated than he's ever felt. He's certainly never been this unsure of his own feet on the pitch. They haven't been playing soccer together for long, but playing with Nagi is almost as natural as breathing. Reo's hands shake as he reaches for Nagi's underwear, stopping just short of the waistband. He chickens out and rests his palms on Nagi's abdomen instead.
As if in a trance, he caresses Nagi's pale and perfect skin, gliding his thumbs up between the divots of his muscles, brushing across his pink nipples, unable to help himself. He glances up, noticing that Nagi's eyes are open, watching him.
"Sorry," he finds himself saying, pulling his hands away as though burned.
Nagi tilts his head curiously. "What for? You can touch me wherever you want."
"Oh," Reo breathes, somewhat confused. "I thought—it'd just be, you know. Your—problem."
"Don't people usually touch each other when they have sex?"
Reo gawks, head spinning. "I thought I was jerking you off," he chokes out. His vision is kind of blurry. Suddenly all he can imagine is Nagi writhing beneath him as he pushes his cock into his tight hole, over and over again, fucking him deep into the mattress. Reo is pretty sure his hands are shaking.
Nagi gets up on his elbows, almost like he wants to be closer to Reo when he talks to him. "That's sex, isn't it?"
"I–I guess so," Reo replies. Somehow, Nagi is still hard. Reo thinks he's also hard. He doesn't know how it happened—maybe somewhere between seeing Nagi's erection and touching his cooling skin. "I've never done anything like this before."
"Huh," Nagi says, flopping back down again. "I assumed you'd already had sex. I'm a virgin."
Heat pools in Reo's gut, further filling up his neglected cock. I could be another one of Nagi's firsts, he thinks delightedly, possessive of his best friend's experiences. "Never," he squeaks, only somewhat embarrassed by the admission.
"Then if we both haven't done it before, there's really no right or wrong way, is there?" Nagi asks. He doesn't seem to be nervous at all. Meanwhile, Reo thinks his heart is about to beat right out of his chest. "Let's have sex, Reo."
Feeling as though he's controlling his body in the third person, Reo bends over and takes one of Nagi's nipples into his mouth.
He doesn't necessarily mean to do it. As soon as Nagi says Let's have sex it's like some kind of demon takes over his body and it's suddenly all he wants. Nagi gasps, arching into Reo's mouth, one large fist coming up to grip the hair on the back of Reo's head. It feels strangely good. Reo can feel Nagi beneath him, cool skin turned hot, bared entirely for his hands and tongue. He wants to leave a mark. He wants to bite into Nagi's flesh, leave some kind of reminder, so Nagi can't ever look at himself in the mirror without thinking, Hey, yeah, Reo was here.
It feels natural now for Reo's hand to drift down to the front of Nagi's underwear, palming him over the fabric. Nagi moans, a sound Reo can't get enough of. He's always so quiet and soft spoken. He never speaks or makes noise unless he has to. Knowing he's pulled that guttural sound right out of Nagi's throat does things to Reo he can't hope to explain in words alone. "You're so hot," he murmurs against Nagi's chest, unable to help himself.
"Take them off," Nagi demands, and Reo never disobeys him.
His hands tremble as he shuffles Nagi’s underwear off over his knees and feet, throwing them off to the side of the bed, uncaring of where they land. Nagi stares at Reo while Reo stares at Nagi’s cock. It’s not particularly intimidating in any way, but it is hard and laying against Nagi’s stomach, begging for attention. Reo has never seen another man’s erection before. “Is there something wrong with it?” Nagi asks. Once again, he doesn’t sound embarrassed at all. He has this strange curiosity in his voice, like it doesn’t matter to him either way if Reo is satisfied.
“No, of course not!” Reo says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’m just a bit nervous,” he admits.
“Don’t be.” Nagi reaches out for Reo’s hand, carefully pulling it forward to cover his cock. “It’s only me.”
Reo nods, steeling himself. He can do this. He’s going to make this good for Nagi. With his newfound confidence, Reo wraps his palm around Nagi’s cock and tugs experimentally. Nagi makes a whimpering sound that spurs Reo on, encouraging him to go a bit faster, tightening his fist and jerking Nagi off properly.
He figures the slide of it is a bit dry, so Reo pulls his hand away to quickly spit into his palm. Nagi shivers when he resumes, hand now wet and sticky, which must be a good thing. The rest of Reo’s body feels all too still. Without pausing in his pleasuring of Nagi’s cock, he repositions himself above Nagi’s trembling form, lowering his nose into the junction between Nagi’s shoulder and neck. He breathes in once, savouring the scent of him. “You smell so good,” Reo can’t help but to admit, sucking a kiss into the skin there. The pair of them probably smell the same, the vanilla coconut of Nagi’s body wash. It makes that possessive feeling flare up in Reo again.
Nagi tilts his neck up, allowing Reo more access. Reo accepts it greedily, opening his mouth against Nagi’s hot skin, sucking and biting everywhere he can reach. Nagi makes these panting mewling noises that go straight to Reo’s cock. “You like that?” Reo mutters, feeling sleazy as he says it, but he doesn’t care when Nagi moans and nods against his cheek. It feels right to connect their lips. Reo has kissed girls before, but he’s never kissed anyone like this, whimpering beneath him and arching into his touch with his hand between their legs.
The kiss is messy. Neither of them really know how to do it. Nagi is excited, pressing his tongue past the seam of Reo’s lips, and Reo can feel the saliva on both their chins. Nagi is practically drooling and Reo thinks it’s so hot he has to pull back and remove his shirt before diving in again. He doesn’t really think this is a normal part of ‘helping a friend jerk off.’ Nagi did say he wanted to have sex. Kissing is a part of sex, isn’t it?
Reo licks down Nagi’s neck to his chest, biting down on a nipple again because of how much Nagi likes it. He pushes his thigh between Nagi’s legs, searching for relief for his own aching erection, speeding up the movements of his fist. After a while (way longer than Reo usually lasts when he's pent up), Nagi makes some sort of quiet, choked-off noise, then a hot wet liquid is spilling out over Reo’s fingers. Reo pauses, startled by the suddenness of it appearing without warning, only for Nagi to gasp, “No, please, I’m still coming, please!” Reo has never heard him sound so desperate before. He quickly stiffens in his resolve, pleasuring Nagi through the waves of his orgasm, until his cock is soft and his body is relaxed against the sheets.
Then it’s over.
Disappointment sours Reo’s mood. He doesn’t want it to be over. He isn’t finished with Nagi’s body yet. There’s still more he wants to do, and his cock is still so hard, but he promised Nagi that all he would have to do is lay there. An idea sparks in his head, one he isn’t sure Nagi will agree to. Either way, he won’t know unless he tries. “Let me keep making you feel good,” Reo whispers, wiping his hand on the sheets beside them, kissing Nagi's stomach. “I can make you feel so good.”
“But I’m already done,” Nagi whines, kicking his feet cutely against the mattress. Reo’s vision goes blurry for a second and he almost bites down, hard, on the skin of Nagi’s abdomen. There must be something wrong with him. His cock is positively throbbing at the idea of Nagi caring so little about whether or not he comes. Reo is so incredibly turned on by Nagi’s selfishness in bed that the only valid explanation for it is that he’s a freak.
At the end of the day, Reo doesn’t care what it makes him. All he cares about is Nagi.
“I can make you feel good elsewhere,” Reo continues, biting his lip as he gazes up at Nagi from between his thighs. “Please?”
“How do you know about it?” Nagi asks, somewhat accusatory.
Reo blushes and averts his eyes. “I’ve looked some stuff up, is all.” So what if he’s researched ways to pleasure another man? It doesn’t mean he likes Nagi or anything! Even if he does have him in mind when he thinks about these things… “It doesn’t matter,” Reo says, dismissing the thoughts and Nagi’s concerns. “I’ve never tried it before anyway. If you don’t like it, we can stop. Okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I like it? I thought you said you were gonna make me feel good.”
Reo groans and sits up on his heels. “Shut up, okay, you’ll get it in a second. Don’t move.”
He races into the bathroom to raid the cabinet, pleased when he finds what he’s looking for. Nagi is lying in the exact same position when Reo comes back, which makes his stomach do a funny leap. “Massage oil?” Nagi asks, recognising it from their frequent use.
“It’s not for a massage,” Reo clarifies, climbing back onto the bed. He grabs a pillow and raises Nagi’s hips, sliding the pillow beneath him.
Nagi frowns. “What if I want a massage?”
Reo rolls his eyes. “I’ll give you one later, maybe. I want to finger you.”
“Finger me?”
“Yeah,” Reo says, spreading Nagi’s legs. “Right here.” With Nagi’s legs wide open, Reo gets the first glimpse of his puckered asshole. He brushes his thumb softly over it so Nagi can get an idea of what he means. Nagi gasps, legs jerking in surprise. Reo’s mouth waters as he stares at Nagi’s entrance, enamoured by the way it twitches from the barest of contact from Reo’s hand. It looks so tight, like it would be impossible to fit anything inside of there. He’s overcome with the sudden urge to lick it, but has a feeling that might be going too far.
“And your fingers would feel good? Inside there?” Nagi asks, sounding hesitant but intrigued. “And I don’t have to do anything?”
“Theoretically, they might feel good, yes,” Reo replies, then presses his hips against the side of Nagi’s leg so he can feel the hardness there. “The end goal is this inside you, though. All you have to do is be a good boy and take it.”
Nagi’s eyes widen, staring down at the bulge in Reo’s pyjama shorts. “That…? Inside me?” Reo nods. Nagi licks his lips and nods furiously, as though excited by the mere prospect of it. “Yes. That. Let’s do that.”
Reo grins, pushing Nagi’s legs further apart and readjusting himself on the bed. He’d be lying if he said he isn’t enormously pleased that Nagi wants to be fucked by him so badly. The massage oil is runny when he spills it onto his fingers, cock throbbing at the wetness of it. They should have put a towel down, but it’s too late now—Reo will have to change the sheets anyway. “Relax for me,” Reo soothes, pressing one long finger against Nagi’s rim. Nagi instinctively tenses up, then immediately lets go, breathing deeply. “Good boy,” Reo praises, then starts to push inside.
At the first press of a finger, Nagi makes a face, squirming slightly on the bed. “Feels weird,” he says, brows furrowing together in concentration. Reo places his spare hand on his hip to still him.
“Stop moving,” he instructs, biting his lip, willing his own cock not to burst on the spot from how tight Nagi feels around his finger. “You’ll get used to it. It takes time to feel good.” Reo knows from his research that the male g-spot is located somewhere along this anal passageway. That’s what he wants to find for his Nagi—first with his fingers then with his cock.
Reo faces a bit of resistance, but he perseveres, ducking his head to suck hickeys into Nagi’s pretty pale thighs while he works. Nagi is breathing heavily, but doesn’t ask Reo to stop. Reo goes further and further inside of Nagi until his index finger is pressed all the way up to his palm. Very tentatively, as if scared of spooking a wild animal, Reo moves his finger from side to side. “Mmmm!” Nagi exclaims, slamming a fist against the bed. “Strange,” he gasps next, biting his lip.
Reo shushes him, running a soothing hand up and down his thigh. “Give me a moment,” he says, pulling his finger out slightly before sliding it back in. He wriggles his finger around, adjusting the angle, continuing to press in and out until he feels Nagi’s entire body spasm wildly.
“There!” Nagi shouts, rocking his hips back against Reo’s finger, strands of his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “Reo, yes, it feels good now, more, please…”
Reo smirks in satisfaction, teasing Nagi with his finger as he fucks him with it, rubbing against his prostate with every drag of his hand. He doesn’t press down hard against it. He grazes past it, allowing Nagi to feel the tingling pleasure of it, loosening him up even more. “I’m going to add another finger,” Reo says, pouring more of the oil over Nagi’s hole. Nagi doesn’t acknowledge him, too busy shivering with this new discovery of the pleasure his body can bring him. Nagi is still tight when Reo tries to add a second finger, but his hole opens up beautifully beneath the pressure. Reo is pleased to find he can scissor Nagi open with two fingers inside of him, stretching him even further. His eyes linger on the place his fingers dip past Nagi’s rim, mesmerised by the stretch and pull of them, licking his lips when he widens Nagi’s hole apart and can see directly into the wet pink heat of him.
It’s delicious, addictive. “Full,” Nagi whimpers, clutching at the sheets. His cock is thickening up again, much to Reo’s delight. “Reo, I feel—full, I can feel you in me, it’s so good, please don’t stop.”
“I’m only two fingers deep,” Reo teases, grinding both of them deliberately against Nagi’s prostate as if to remind him of this fact. “You have to take at least one more before my cock.”
“Ah, fuck,” Nagi whines, reaching for his growing erection. Reo subconsciously smacks his hand away. “Hey!” Nagi complains, glowering down at him.
“You can wait until I’m inside you,” Reo insists, aroused by the control. Having Nagi beneath him like this, weak to his fingers, at the mercy of his pleasure, is giving him some kind of rush he can’t explain. “I said I’d make you feel good in a new kind of way. So don’t touch your cock.”
“You’re awfully demanding,” Nagi grumbles, moaning when Reo strokes his prostate again.
“You’re awfully talkative, for once,” Reo rebuts, pushing a third finger into his hole. Nagi positively wails, legs shaking out of control, but he doesn’t once beg for mercy. “Fuck, you take it so well,” Reo moans, licking Nagi’s inner thigh, following a path up his leg and over his stomach. He sucks a random hickey there for good measure. By the end of the night, he wants Nagi to be covered in his marks.
The massage oil definitely isn’t the right tool for it, but it makes fingering Nagi so easy. There must be some kind of muscle relaxant in the formula because soon enough, Reo is pumping three fingers in and out of Nagi’s ass like he was born for taking it. Reo can even spread his fingers apart while they’re still inside, opening Nagi all the way up, preparing him ruthlessly for Reo’s cock. “That should be plenty,” he whispers, mostly to himself, then carefully slips his fingers out from Nagi’s hole.
“Why’d you stop?” Nagi whines, his rim fluttering beautifully around nothing, stretched out and empty. “Felt like I was gonna come…”
“I have to take my fingers out to put my cock in,” Reo reasons, shuffling his pyjama shorts off, eyes rolling as his erection flips up into the open air. It smacks against his stomach almost comically, so hard it’s bright red and leaking at the tip. Reo looks at his cock, then Nagi’s hole, and pauses momentarily, hesitating.
“What are you waiting for?” Nagi complains, reaching out for Reo’s hip to pull him closer. He positions his own ass near Reo’s cock, staring at it as though it might magically press inside of him if he thinks strongly enough about it.
Reo bites his lip. “Don’t people usually use condoms when having sex?”
Nagi frowns. “I don’t have any of those. Besides, it’s not like you can get me pregnant. Why do we need it?”
Reo vaguely remembers some other reason a condom might be important, but with Nagi practically begging beneath him like this he can’t recall it. “Hmm, I guess so,” he reasons, throwing one of Nagi’s leg’s over his inner elbow and climbing up his body so that they’re face to face. He’s heard guys at school say that while sex with a condom is necessary with girls, it dulls the sensations. It’s like putting a layer between themselves and the wet, sopping insides of their partner, which isn’t something Reo wants to miss out on. “This way I can feel every inch of you.”
“Go in,” Nagi encourages, looping his arms around Reo’s neck, licking over the pout of his lips. “I want it.”
With as much grace as he can muster, Reo balances himself above Nagi and guides his cock to Nagi’s leaking hole. At the very last second, he pours an excessive amount of the massage oil over his entire erection for good measure, then places the tip of his cock at Nagi’s opening. His palms are sweating. Nagi sucks on his tongue, shaking his ass impatiently, then Reo moans and presses the head of his cock inside.
Reo’s eyes roll, a grunt escaping him. Fuck, he can never go back to jerking off again—that completely dulls in comparison to this. Nagi makes some sort of high keening sound, wrapping his free leg around Reo’s waist, which Reo takes as encouragement to push in further. “So big,” Nagi gasps, which makes Reo feel some sort of way. Nagi keeps trying to kiss him, like he’s especially needy for it, but he’s panting and whining at the same time, like he doesn’t actually realise what he’s doing with his mouth. Reo doesn’t care. Nagi is so hot like this, so perfect, that he can do whatever he likes.
“C-Can feel you, against me, against that spot…” Nagi continues, biting down hard on Reo’s lip as Reo’s hips stutter and push his cock further inside. “More, Reo, I want all of it…”
Reo gives it to him. When his hips are flush with Nagi’s ass, all the way in, they both lie there and breathe for a moment, overwhelmed by it all. So this is why people have sex, Reo thinks, rather bizarrely, and wonders if Nagi is having the same thought. Knowing, in theory, how it works, Reo carefully slides out, then pounds back in again in one long thrust. Both of them splutter, shivering all over. “How do you like it?” Reo manages to ask, placing a kiss under Nagi’s eye, soft and tender. He can’t help himself. He’s overcome with an emotion he can’t put into words.
“Need it harder,” Nagi mumbles, like he’s lost to the pleasure. “Fuck me harder, Reo.”
Reo will do anything for him.
He focuses less on speed and more on the strength of his thrusts, fucking Nagi rough and deep. Nagi seems to especially like that, throwing his neck back and whining towards the ceiling, gripping the hair on the top of Reo’s head like a lifeline. Every time Reo catches himself speeding up, chasing the pleasure of his own orgasm, feeling the desire to milk Nagi’s body dry and use his hole as nothing but a channel to come into, he shakes his head and slows down again. Nagi’s satisfaction is of the utmost importance here. Reo has to take care of him and make him feel good. His own relief is secondary. His cock exists for the sole purpose of fucking Nagi, for making Nagi come. It’s like all the puzzle pieces fall into place. This is what Reo is made for. Nagi is his treasure—his alone.
This is something only Reo can do for him. This is something Reo will never let anyone else have.
Reo fucks Nagi possessively. He curls over his entire body, thrusting so forcefully the bed bangs against the wall. His mouth is drawn to Nagi’s nipples again, remembering their sensitivity, and he sucks them while he fucks Nagi hard, drinking in his sounds, memorising them for later. Every time he touches himself from this day forward will be to the imagined recollection of this moment.
“Hgnn, you changed the angle, go back,” Nagi complains, snapping Reo from his thoughts. They’ve shifted up the bed slightly, losing the pillow from beneath Nagi’s hips. Whatever Reo is doing now mustn’t be as satisfying as before, because Nagi has this adorable little furrow in his brow and a pout on his lips.
“Sorry,” Reo says, feeling genuinely apologetic. With his athletic strength he manages to lift Nagi with one hand and push the pillow back, adjusting their bodies as best he can without removing his cock from Nagi’s ass. He thrusts experimentally. “Better?”
“Down more,” Nagi instructs. Reo moves exactly as Nagi tells him to until Nagi is crying out again, even though the positioning pulls a bit at Reo’s already sore muscles from soccer training. He perseveres, ignoring the strain, focusing on Nagi’s face and the way his mouth is thrown open, pretty pink tongue lolling out like he can’t control it. Reo captures that tongue in his mouth, his own orgasm building. He doesn’t actually think that he can last much longer, not when Nagi feels so good inside and looks like this.
Thinking they’re close to the end now, Reo reaches between them to grab Nagi’s cock, hoping to finish him off first. To his surprise, it’s Nagi who hits his hand away this time. “Huh?” he blurts, slowing down slightly. He pulls back to look Nagi in the eye, who’s glaring at him.
“I want to come like this,” Nagi says, squeezing his anus around Reo’s cock. “No touching.”
“What? Is that possible?” While Reo knows about the male g-spot, he’s always been under the assumption that a man orgasms from stimulation to the penis. “I didn’t know you could come like that.”
Nagi grins. “It feels like I will. So keep fucking me, okay?”
Reo redoubles his efforts, grunting as he pounds into Nagi, moaning in appreciation when Nagi swallows his sounds. The problem is, Nagi seems lost to the pleasure, no signs of him tensing up to orgasm anytime soon, and Reo is struggling. He grits his teeth, kissing down Nagi’s throat then burying his face into the side of Nagi’s neck. A pathetic whine makes its way out of his mouth, which he hopes Nagi doesn’t hear, but he has no such luck. His hips stutter. He’s losing his rhythm.
“What’s wrong?” Nagi asks, stroking the hair out of his face.
Reo shakes his head. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He focuses on keeping a pace, despite the way he can feel his own orgasm on the brink of exploding out of him. God, he has to slow down more.
“You’re being weird. Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m gonna come,” Reo admits, red in the face. This is so embarrassing. “Sorry, fuck, you just feel too good, I can’t help it.”
Reo’s hips have stilled entirely, but Nagi doesn’t comment on it. He’s silent for a bit, as though collecting his words. “Can you keep fucking me, after?”
“What?”
“After you come,” Nagi clarifies. “Do you think you can keep fucking me?”
The truth is, Reo isn’t sure he can. When he takes his face out of Nagi’s neck and looks at him, though, he appears so hopeful that Reo can’t possibly say no. “Yes,” he says, licking his lips, roughly thrusting in again. Nagi’s eyes roll. “Yes, fuck, I’ll keep fucking you, I’ll fuck you until you come and I won’t stop a second before.”
Nagi clings to Reo so hard, he can feel the indents of his nails along his spine. He thinks about the other guys on the soccer team seeing the marks and fucks Nagi harder. A constant stream of whimpers and moans begins to fall from Nagi’s lips, his legs trembling around Reo’s waist, eyes watering as Reo abuses his prostate. If Reo had to guess, he would say he’s being overstimulated, but he seems to love it if the look on his face is anything to go by.
As for Reo, he’s running out of time. He grunts as he fucks harshly into Nagi’s wet and used hole, each drag of his cock drawing out an electric wave that shocks him all the way to his core. He speeds up as he nears his orgasm, unable to halt the moving of his hips, only able to make sure he goes just as deep. “I’m gonna come, about to come,” he warns, panting into Nagi’s ear, and it only takes a few thrusts more for him to bury himself into Nagi’s heat and release with a drawn out moan.
It’s a rush like no other. The orgasm feels like it lasts forever. Then when every instinct inside of him is telling him to pull out and roll over to catch his breath, he keeps thrusting. Nagi makes a sound Reo’s never heard before, a mixture between a yelp and shout. They can both feel the difference now. As Reo begins fucking him again, there’s an added wetness, more than the massage oil. It pumps in and out of Nagi’s hole with the force of Reo’s thrusts, enough that it begins to leak out from around his cock and onto the sheets beneath them.
“So hot inside me…” Nagi whimpers, throwing a hand over his mouth to silence his cries. “Your release, I can feel it deep in me, fucking into me, it’s so hot…”
“Fuck,” Reo mutters, unable to comprehend Nagi speaking this way. They’ve been friends for months. He never expected Nagi to have a dirty mouth like this.
Reo’s cock is twitching with oversensitivity. The strength in his arms and legs is leaving him, shaking where they support his weight, but he fucks Nagi all the same. He finds a particularly good angle that has Nagi screaming, his bright red cock leaking profusely onto his stomach, so Reo hits that over and over and over again even as his body cries out for mercy. His vision blurs. His cock hurts, his balls hurt, everything hurts so much but he won’t stop until Nagi comes.
“Be a good boy and come for me,” he mutters, nibbling on Nagi’s ear. “You can do that for me, right?”
It must tip Nagi over the edge, because approximately two thrusts later he’s crying out and spilling untouched between their chests. This orgasm goes through his whole body, and Reo watches on in awe. His hips stutter out of control, jerking up into the air as his cock shoots semen far up his chest, reaching all the way to his chin. He keeps going, like he has an endless supply of it, legs trembling out of control, arms dropping from Reo’s neck and fisting into the sheets above his head. Reo watches as his eyes roll all the way into the back of his head, mouth dropped open, mind surely experiencing the purest form of bliss. Reo keeps fucking him, and fucking him, and fucking him, until finally, Nagi whimpers, “Too much, please.”
Reo collapses on top of him with great relief, panting heavily. “Oh my god. That was so hot. I thought I was going to die.”
“Shut up,” Nagi grumbles, equally as out of breath, even though he didn’t do any of the work. “I’m still recovering.”
Reo winces as he pulls out of Nagi’s tender hole, cock weak and softening. “You killed my dick.”
“I hope not,” Nagi says, throwing his arms back around Reo’s neck, holding him close. “I want it again.”
“Huh?” Reo says stupidly. He tries to look at Nagi’s face, but Nagi is holding him too tightly for him to move. There’s cum all stuck between them, which is kind of gross and Reo wants to do something about it, but clearly Nagi has other plans. “Again?”
“Don’t you want to do it again?”
“Well, yeah,” Reo admits. “I can’t now, but it was awesome. You want to have regular sex with me?”
“Isn’t that what couples usually do?”
This time, Reo uses his full remaining strength to pull completely out of Nagi’s grasp and stare at him, wide eyed and open mouthed. Nagi has the audacity to appear confused. “Couples?” Reo squeaks, heart racing. His face is hot. Weird feelings are surfacing in his chest that he doesn’t know how to make sense of.
Nagi tilts his head. “Wouldn’t that make us a couple? If we had regular sex?”
“W-Well, maybe,” Reo splutters. “Usually couples go on like, dates. And kiss outside of sex, and have romantic feelings for each other, you know. Like, they like each other. Having regular sex would just make us, I don’t know, fuck buddies, or something. Friends with benefits.”
Nagi seems to consider this with a frown. “I thought you wanted to have sex with me because you liked me.”
Reo swallows. “Why did you think that?”
Nagi stares at him like it’s obvious. “I mean, that’s why I wanted to have sex with you.”
Reo’s face goes blank.
He thinks back to himself in the bath. How he thought Nagi would never have feelings for him, because they’d be too much of a hassle. He thinks of how he felt when he first saw Nagi trap his phone midair. He considers Nagi his treasure, the only person he wants to spend time with, the only person that matters. Every time he imagines his future, he pictures Nagi by his side. How Nagi’s lips feel against his. How beautiful Nagi is and how long Reo has spent convincing himself he doesn’t think that every time he looks Nagi in the eyes.
Reo has had a crush on Nagi since the first day they met and has been lying to himself out of a fear that Nagi would never feel the same. Now here Nagi is, lying so vulnerably beneath him, sharing his feelings with a bravery Reo has never felt. Assuming, so easily, that Reo must feel the same. They just had incredible, passionate sex. Why wouldn’t he feel that way?
Reo blinks back to reality when he realises Nagi is squirming under his body. “I guess I was wrong,” he murmurs, embarrassment creeping over his face, which is strange, because Reo has never seen Nagi get embarrassed before. Then he repeats in his head what Nagi just said and instantly stops him from wriggling away.
“Wait! No! I do like you! I’m just surprised you like me!” Reo reassures, not wanting Nagi to get the wrong idea. “Yes! Let’s be a couple. Should we go on a date tomorrow?”
Nagi’s eyes light up, then he hides himself in Reo’s chest, silently pleased. “Going out sounds like such a pain,” he says, which is so much like Nagi that Reo nearly cries tears of joy. “How about we stay here and you give me a massage? Isn’t that what boyfriends do?”
“Okay,” Reo says, happy to agree when he was already planning on doing that anyway. The addition of the word ‘boyfriend’ makes something curl delightedly in his stomach. “I need to clean these sheets,” he adds, scrunching up his nose. Now that the post-coitus glow has worn off, he’s noticing how damp and sticky everything is around them and it’s not pleasant. “I’ll run you another bath?”
Nagi smiles. “Carry me?” he asks, already looping his arms around Reo’s neck.
Usually, Reo would pull Nagi into a piggyback, but this time, he scoops Nagi up bridal-style as they head for the bathroom. If it means Nagi will stay with him forever, Reo is willing to do anything. Carrying his boyfriend is nothing but a small task on a long list of everything Reo is prepared to do to keep him.