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“Nayuta…!”
Ren feels nails dig into his back as Nayuta tightens around his cock. Ren grunts at the pain and picks up the pace. It hurts, but the way Nayuta is clinging to him — arms and legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into his lower back, urging him on, face buried in the dip of his neck — is extremely gratifying. The contrast between the close contact in bed and Nayuta’s usual avoidance is just so—
Ren shifts and gives a harder thrust between his usual pace, making Nayuta gasp and cling tighter. Nails scrape into Ren’s back. Ren hisses through it. Luckily, the pleasure in his lower body overrides the vague pain in his upper body.
“Nayuta…” he says, “Nayuta, you- nngh- you feel s-so good…”
Nayuta whimpers, but says nothing back. Since Ren entered him — and, honestly, since they first landed in bed — Nayuta’s been quiet. Or, at least, as quiet as he can be. It’s clear that he’s trying to hold back his voice. Being so close, Ren can hear the hitches in Nayuta’s throat, the harsh breaths, and the quivering moans that manage to spill out after especially good thrusts.
Still, a part of Ren is worried Nayuta isn’t enjoying it, and that he’s just powering through it. He tries asking, “I-is it… good for you, too?”
Nayuta’s hole tightens, and he clings tighter, nails recatching on the skin of Ren’s back. As sexy as that response is, Ren isn’t satisfied.
“Nayuta-ah, Nayuta…” Ren tries pulling away to look at his face, but Nayuta keeps his hold. Blessings and curses of a man who works out regularly. “N-Nayuta, tell me… is it good for you? Ngh- ah- Nayuta…”
Ren shifts again. He bottoms out as he gently kisses Nayuta’s neck. Nayuta shivers, breathing out a moan. He blocks his mouth on Ren’s shoulder, licking at it.
Close , Ren’s getting close to cumming. Ren wiggles a hand between their bodies to get a hold of Nayuta’s dick. He grasps it loosely, feeling the weight of it and the wetness of pre leaking from the tip. He has a split second idea—
“Nayuta- mm- Nayuta, I-I’m… I’m close, are you? Are you going to c- c- ah- are you, almost…?”
Ren can’t bring himself to say “cum” out loud, but judging by the way Nayuta whines into Ren’s shoulder, he was understood. He tightens his grip on Nayuta’s dick, thumbing right below the tip. Nayuta lets out a high-pitched noise and clings tighter.
“Nayuta… do you feel g-good? Good enough to c- cu- to… mm…” he really can’t say “cum,” it’s too embarrassing “—nngh, tell me if you feel good and I-I’ll f-finish you…”
Nevermind that Ren is on the edge himself. He adjusts to slow, deep thrusts, running his thumb along Nayuta’s shaft.
Nayuta groans at the change of pace, legs trembling as he tries getting Ren back to the previous speed. He tries using his hold around Ren’s waist as leverage to thrust back onto Ren’s cock, halfway succeeding. It is unbelievably hot, and the shallow movements Nayuta manages to make in addition to Ren’s thrusts feel amazing. But—
“Nayuta, please answer me—” he thumbs right at Nayuta’s tip, collecting precum and dragging it down the shaft “—w-we can finish together, just tell me… if you feel good… if you l-like what I’m doing…”
Nayuta grunts. He scratches new lines into Ren’s back. Ren feels hair brush his face as Nayuta throws his head back and whines. “Sh- shuut…”
Shut up?
“Ggh- you…” he noses at Ren’s neck “…it- it’s… g-go—”
Ren is so surprised at getting a response, his thrusts stutter and slow—
“Don’t you dare stop, you idiot!!” Nayuta uses his heels to push Ren’s back, trying to get him back into gear “—It feels good so f-finish it!!”
“Na- Nayuta!!” Ren scrambles to get into a good position and resumes his earlier, fast pace, now stripping Nayuta’s dick at the same time. Nayuta yelps and struggles to muffle his noises into Ren’s shoulder at the renewed speed. He compensates by scratching more lines into Ren’s back, clinging tight and readjusting as Ren’s thrusts get desperately hard.
“C-cum- I’m- Nayuta, Nayuta—!”
Surprisingly, Nayuta cums first. Nayuta bites hard into Ren’s shoulder, moaning long and loud into it as he orgasms. Cum spurts out of his dick and splashes onto both his and Ren’s stomach.
Ren thrusts only a few more times before he cums himself, surrounded by Nayuta’s tight heat as he fills up the condom. When he’s finished, he pulls out and takes off the condom. Clumsily, he tries tying it, but the slipperiness of the rubber combined with the large amount of lube they used makes it a very hard task. Ren’s shaking fingers struggle to find a good grasp. He then feels Nayuta’s arms slip from behind his back. The condom is taken out of his hands, tied, and thrown right into the trash bin across the room. Nayuta’s arms come back and pull Ren down. Nayuta makes a disgusted noise — probably at the feeling of their cum-painted bodies meeting — but doesn’t move.
“Nayuta, you’re cool as always…” Ren says, staring up at Nayuta’s face. It reminds Ren of how he looks after concerts — all sweaty and still coming down from the adrenaline high and… “Oh no…”
“What?” Nayuta grunts.
Ren blushes. “N-nothing…” How does he tell Nayuta that he’s probably gonna associate Nayuta’s post-concert face with his post-coital face from now on…
He then notices, in the silence that follows, wheezing. Nayuta’s chest is rising and falling in shorter intervals, and his breaths are louder than usual. Ren starts and goes up to kneel over Nayuta. “N-Nayuta, are you okay?? Your breathing—!”
Nayuta furrows his brows and clicks his tongue. “Tsk, I’m fine, I’m not gonna die. Now lie down.” He pulls Ren back in.
Ren bites his lip. With the way they’re positioned, Ren’s ear is to Nayuta’s chest. He can hear and feel the wheezing, the way his inhalations are slow and his exhalations have to be squeezed out. He can’t help but fidget, anxious about Nayuta’s condition. This… this is their first time having s- se- being in bed together, and Ren really enjoyed it, but if it might give Nayuta a setback, then…
“Tch…” Nayuta pushes Ren off “—I already said I’m fine…” He sits up and swings his legs over the bed. His movements are languid and slow, still tired from their… activities . Nayuta opens the top drawer of his nightstand and pulls something out — an inhaler.
Ren watches closely as Nayuta takes his doses — he pops the cap off the inhaler, then shakes it. He sits up straight with a sigh, closes his mouth around the inhaler, then puff, deep breath in. He holds it as he takes the inhaler out, then breathes out through his nose. He continues to breathe through his nose for a minute — glaring at Ren during — then repeats the process. With another sigh that sounds noticeably clearer than before, Nayuta throws the inhaler back into the drawer and stands up.
He frowns down at Ren, “Happy?”
Ren blinks. He reaches out and pulls Nayuta toward him. He rubs his hands up and down Nayuta’s sides. “You’re really okay?”
Nayuta rolls his eyes. “You don’t need to worry so much, I know my own body. And don’t stare at me while I take care of it, weirdo.”
“Got it.” Ren wants to pull him into a hug, but there’s still cum drying on Nayuta’s stomach. On Ren’s too, now that he remembers. He grimaces, “Let’s get cleaned up.”
Although they had entered the bathroom at the same time, they decided to take showers separately. Not because they thought they would go for another round — two (former) virgins like them didn’t have that kind of energy after what was a pretty good first time — but more so because Nayuta is still holding up some boundaries. Ren doesn’t mind, of course; he never expected Nayuta to warm up very quickly to intimacy. He himself is still trying to figure out how to be intimate.
Nayuta takes a shower first, having gotten the dirtier position. While he waits, Ren takes a towel and wets it in the sink, then wipes off the drying cum on his stomach. He looks in the mirror as he does it, making sure he doesn’t miss any spots. It’s then that he notices the bite mark in the dip between his neck and shoulder.
He touches it in curiosity. There’s a bit of a sting, but nothing too bad. Still, it’s a wonder how deep the imprint got without piercing skin. It looks like it’ll stay for a while… maybe until morning?
Ren then remembers how Nayuta was scratching at his back and quickly turns around, looking over his shoulder into the mirror. His eyes widen at the sight. Angry red lines run all over his upper back. If anyone else saw this, they could probably tell how they got there… Ren flushes at the thought of his band members finding out and knowing . He shakes the thought out of his head. He runs his fingers over the scratches he can reach and— ow, yeah, those sting a little more than the bite mark.
Nayuta calls for a towel from behind the shower doors. Ren quickly throws one over the shower stall, then goes back to looking at the lines across his back. He has a lot of feelings (besides light pain) about them. For one, it’s probably a sign that Nayuta also really enjoyed having s- their activities . It also reminds Ren of some of the scratches Pon-chan has given him. Though, if he’s talking about Nayuta, they’re not so much dog scratches as they are cat scratches. He giggles at the thought.
Nayuta steps out of the shower, towel around his waist. Ren’s attention immediately locks onto him, back still to the mirror. He takes in the sight — Nayuta’s body is lean and chiseled. All the idle and pre-concert workouts really paid off, and Ren thinks he’s the luckiest person in the world to be the only one privy to this sight, at least in this context.
He looks up at Nayuta’s handsome face, now fixated on the mirror. Ren follows his eyeline and sees the marks on his back. He examines Nayuta’s expression — pinched, deep in thought. Nayuta is… worried?
“I-it doesn’t hurt too much,” Ren tries.
Nayuta looks Ren in the eyes. He walks up to Ren and hooks his chin on Ren’s shoulder.
Ren jolts at the sudden, unexpected contact. Hesitantly, he brings a hand up to Nayuta’s waist. No protest. He brings his other hand up, then slides them around, interlocking them around the dip of Nayuta’s back. He rests his own chin on Nayuta’s shoulder.
Nayuta’s hands reach up behind Ren. Ren hears the creak of hinges and some clattering before the hinges creak again, followed by the quiet click of a door being shut. Ren looks behind him and sees Nayuta opening a tube of ointment. Nayuta squeezes it across his fingertips, then touches one of the many scratch marks on Ren’s back. Ren flinches, more out of surprise than pain. Nayuta’s eyes dart up at Ren — are you okay? Ren smiles softly and nods. Nayuta looks back at the marks and continues wordlessly.
Nayuta applies ointment to all the marks before putting the tube back in the medicine cabinet. He then mimics Ren’s position, wrapping his arms around Ren’s waist. He nuzzles into Ren’s shoulder, relaxing into Ren’s embrace. Ren begins rubbing Nayuta’s back.
“You stink,” Nayuta says into Ren’s shoulder.
Ren’s brows raise. “I haven’t taken a shower… am I able to with the ointment?”
Nayuta thinks about it. “Do it in the morning. Let’s go back.” He pulls away slowly — almost reluctant — and walks back to the bedroom.
Ren follows. He still feels a little sticky with sweat, but at least he’s wiped off the cum. He should be fine.
He finds Nayuta already lying in bed on his side, back toward him. Ren tilts his head — is this… an invitation? To spoon? Ren gulps. He looks around the floor for his discarded boxers, putting them on when he finds them. It’s a little gross, but it’s not like he can borrow Nayuta’s underwear… can he?
“Um, Nayuta…”
“What.” Nayuta stays in the same position.
“Can I… um, can, uh, can I… borrow…”
“Second drawer.”
“Oh! Um, you knew what I… heh, thank you…”
“Tsk… hurry up.”
Ren is aware of the silly smile on his face as he looks through the drawers for clean underwear. From the outside, he probably looks like a pervert, but, well… He’s just happy Nayuta read his mind. And how he’s right about Nayuta wanting to cuddle.
With fresh briefs on, Ren lifts the covers. He settles in behind Nayuta and scoots up to line their bodies up. He’s glad to find that Nayuta had also put on underwear. As Ren tries snaking his arm around Nayuta’s waist, Nayuta’s arms grabs it and forcefully wraps it for him. Ren brushes his fingers up against Nayuta’s, and Nayuta takes the hint to lace their fingers together. Ren cuddles up closer and smiles into Nayuta’s neck. He kisses Nayuta’s nape, nuzzles into his hair, tightens his hold around him.
Content, Ren falls asleep.
Setting up for rehearsal is a little more grueling than usual. The way Ren’s soft cotton turtleneck rubs against his back makes it super itchy, but he had left Nayuta’s apartment that morning with explicit instructions not to scratch, lest he make the scrapes worse. So, instead of scratching at his itchy wounds, he moves his body around to move his cotton shirt off his back. It looks weird, and his members notice.
“Are you… feeling okay, Ren?” Yuuto asks first.
“A-ah, yes, I’m fine! Just… feeling itchy…” Ren is not good at lying.
“You want me to scratch it for you?” Banri offers.
“Eh? Ah, no, no, you don’t have to, i-it’s… I have a, uh, a rash? Yes, and so, I can’t scratch or else…”
“A rash? From what?” Wataru asks.
“Oh, uh… seasonal allergies?”
“When did you get seasonal allergies?” Rio asks.
“Um…” Ren rubs at his neck, covered by the turtleneck. The bite mark Nayuta left is considerably lighter than it was last night, but still hadn’t disappeared completely. There was a lot to hide from his members.
Should he just tell the truth…? No, it’s too embarrassing… “Th-that was, uh, just my guess. Maybe I just… developed one. For some reason.”
All the members stare at Ren suspiciously.
“A-anyway,” Ren tries to deflect, “let’s begin! I’ve, uh, been itching to sing, haha…”
Yuuto is the only one who laughs. Or snorts, really.
The rest of rehearsal goes well, with Ren more focused on the music than on his itchy back. The itchiness did come back during the break, and Ren did complain to Nayuta over text, to which Nayuta replied,
>> not my problem
>> go rehearse
>> you certainly need it
Ren really, really likes Nayuta.
The itching also comes back after rehearsal, when they all go out to eat. Ren is always a little fidgety when waiting for food, but he’s especially fidgety today. He wants to lean back in his seat, but the cushion of the booth presses his shirt against his back, which aggravates the itching, and Ren is forced to sit back up. He then thinks it isn’t that bad, tries again, and experiences the same itchy feeling. Rinse and repeat.
“Seriously, Ren… I can scratch your back for you, if you want,” Banri offers again, “I do it for my little siblings all the time.”
Ren shakes his head, “No, no need, Banri, I really shouldn’t scratch at- at the rash. I’m fine!”
His members do not look convinced.
“Did you put any ointment on the rash?” Wataru asks.
Ren nods, “Don’t worry, I have it handled… for the most part…”
“Have you seen a doctor about this?” Rio asks, “You’ve never gotten rashes before.”
“A-ah, no, it’s fine, I promise, it’ll go away sooner or later. Really, guys, I’m fine!”
They all look like they’re about to say something else, but then their food arrives and the conversation is dropped. Almost forgotten, even, until Yuuto gives a friendly slap to Ren’s back.
They were talking about something or other, Ren said something funny, so Yuuto slapped him on the back. It was not a hard slap, but it certainly made the scrapes on Ren’s back sting. Ren jerks up straight and hisses. When he stops wincing, he sees all his members looking at him in surprise.
“Oh, god, Ren, I’m so sorry,” Yuuto apologises, “Are you okay??”
Ren nods quickly, “Yes! Yes, I’m fine, just, ah, right on my, uh, rash, b-but no big deal!”
“Usually people say slapping rashes is better than scratching at them,” Banri remarks, “Do you really have a rash, Ren?”
“The rash might explain why you’re wearing a turtleneck today,” Rio says, “but Banri’s right. I don’t think slapping a rash would elicit a pained reaction.”
“You’re also just a really bad liar,” Wataru adds.
Yuuto carefully places his hand on Ren’s nape. “You know you can tell us anything, right? Did you hurt yourself or something?”
Ren waves his hands in denial. “Guys, it’s really, really not a big deal, I promise! I-I did, um, kinda hurt myself, but it’s nothing big! I swear!”
“Are you sure ?” Wataru asks.
Ren takes a deep breath. As calmly as he can, he says, “Yes, I’m sure .”
With that, his members back down. They do eye Ren warily every now and then when Ren shifts too much, but they otherwise leave it alone.
Ren is really glad, because he really, really does not want to explain.
“—I know that they’re concerned, and I hate hiding things from them, but it’s… embarrassing…”
Ren vents to Nayuta over video call. They’re both lying in bed, as they usually are when they call each other for the day. Usually, it’s only voice calls, but today, Ren really wanted to see Nayuta’s face. He’d missed Nayuta, especially after spending the whole day together yesterday. It also helped to see Nayuta’s blank expression as he complained — it’s reassuring, sometimes, to know some things aren’t really a big deal.
“It’s none of their business, anyway,” Nayuta says.
“Mm… It’s a little bit of their business. We’ve hidden a lot of troubles from each other, so we all want to be honest, but… mm…” I don’t want them to know this side of you… Ren shakes his head at the thought. Don’t be weird.
Nayuta rolls his eyes. “If it’s not affecting your performance, then it’s not their business…” he pauses “…it isn’t, right.”
Ren shakes his head, smiling. “No, I’m fine. The only time I wasn’t conscious of it was when I was singing.”
“Mn… good.”
“…Are you okay?” Ren asks.
“I’m fine .”
“Really?”
“Tch!”
Ren laughs softly. He knows Nayuta is okay — he saw Nayuta stretch and clean properly — but it doesn’t hurt to ask just in case.
He gazes at Nayuta. Nayuta’s face really is good looking. He wishes he could see it every day. “I know I said it already, but I… I missed you a lot today. It doesn’t help that I have reminders of you all over me.”
Nayuta glares — he’s embarrassed. “It’s not my fault you’re so…”
“So what?” Ren prompts.
Nayuta glares harder. “…so stupid.”
“…Stupid in love?”
“…I’m hanging up.”
“Noo, wait!!”
“What?”
“…I like you.”
“…”
“I really, really like you.”
Nayuta’s face scrunches up. Ren hears tapping on the other end. A notification pops up:
>> 3
Nayuta pulls up a pillow to hide his face. Ren almost squeals from the sight. The aborted heart!! You’re too cute!! he refrains from saying aloud. He does giggle, to which Nayuta rolls his eyes.
They talk until bedtime, when Nayuta claims he’s had enough of Ren’s face and doesn’t need to see him brush his teeth again. Ren laughs and agrees to text him in the morning. Nayuta hangs up, and Ren sighs wistfully. He locks his phone, only to wake it up and stare at his lockscreen.
He has it set as one of the only two pictures with both him and Nayuta in it. This one was kind of a candid shot — Ren had sidled up to Nayuta and took the picture right when Nayuta looked up. Nayuta, despite having been taken by surprise, looks very charming with his unassuming expression. Ren is smiling brightly next to him.
The other picture was his homescreen — a shot of the aftermath where Nayuta is pinching the bridge of his nose while Ren nuzzles into his hair and holds him close. Ren unlocks his phone to look at it. He sighs again, longing.
Nayuta is prickly and hard to talk to. He’s blunt with his words and dismisses people when they annoy him. Even so, Ren likes him. He likes Nayuta so much. He likes that Nayuta has his own way of expressing his feelings and affection. He likes how driven Nayuta is, how talented he is, and he also likes the rare smirks he shows on stage, the softness of his sleepy face, the glares that mask his embarrassment. He likes Nayuta’s one track mind for music, and he likes the small ways Nayuta shows he cares. He likes the cute Nayuta who’s fond of cats, and the bashful Nayuta who doesn’t like having his pictures taken. Ren just likes him . And only a minute after ending a video call with him, Ren misses him.
It hasn’t been very long since they started going out. They’re three months into the relationship, which, with their history and how busy both their bands are, is a short amount of time. Still, Ren feels like he could never let Nayuta go, now that he has him. He doesn’t want to assume they’ll be a forever thing — he thinks it’s a miracle Nayuta accepted his confession at all — but he can’t imagine going back to what it was like before.
Eventually, once he stops longing enough to move (ten minutes after the call), Ren goes to the bathroom to get ready for bed. He finds Banri already there, washing his face. Banri acknowledges Ren with a nod, never looking away from his reflection. Ren nods back and starts his own routine, which usually starts with taking off his shirt. Once it’s already off over his head, he realises his mistake.
The bite mark is now just red imprints on his neck, still visible in his reflection. Banri catches it and his eyes widen. He turns to Ren and ends up seeing the scratch marks on Ren’s back. Banri gapes, “What the… Ren, what—” he freezes, gears turning in his head. Banri squints, brows furrowing. He then closes his eyes and turns away. “Nope, I don’t wanna know. I’m respecting and rejoicing in your decision to keep this from us. Continue doing so.” Banri proceeds by continuing his skin routine.
Ren flushes from his scalp to his shoulders. Jerkily, he puts his shirt back on. “Th- thank you, Banri…”
“Don’t mention it, I’m begging you.”
Ren nods. He ends up squeezing a little too much toothpaste on his toothbrush.
<< good night, nayuta!
<< (_ _).zzZZ
>> night
<<╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
nayuta is ty
nayuta is typi
nayuta is t
nayuta is typing…
>> 3
The next morning, the bite marks are gone, and no one asks Ren about his “rash” again. Ren imagines Banri had told everyone not to ask; he’s as grateful as he is embarrassed.
About a week after the scratch marks healed, Ren and Nayuta find themselves in the mood again.
They were watching a movie — the first Super Dream Space Rangers: Star Five movie, in fact — but Nayuta had gotten bored, and, well, if anything can distract Ren from his favourite tokusatsu, it’s definitely Nayuta in his lap, lips against his, fingers laced through his hair.
Now Nayuta had Ren pinned to the couch as they kissed. It starts soft and slow, still getting familiar with the feeling, then Nayuta licks Ren’s mouth. His hips move slightly against Ren’s. Ren hums at the sensation. He thrusts up to chase it, making Nayuta groan into their kiss. They start grinding against each other in earnest, the denim of their jeans creating a delicious friction.
Nayuta moves from Ren’s mouth to his jaw. He nips at the junction of it, licks over it, then kisses. He kisses his way down Ren’s neck to his collarbone. He suckles at the bone, nibbles just below it.
Ren leans back and revels in it. His own hands trace along Nayuta’s sides, up his back, down his spine, and rest on Nayuta’s bottom. Nayuta’s back arches just so, and Ren takes a hold of his cheeks. He squeezes just a little as he grinds up. Nayuta moans into Ren’s chest, grinding down hard.
Nayuta sits up and gets off. He tugs Ren up by the shirt, and Ren complies. They then quickly make their way to the bedroom. In their haste, they trip onto the bed, Nayuta ending up on his side with Ren on top of him. When he gets on his knees to get up, Ren takes the opportunity to bring them flush together, chest to back. He palms at the bulge in Nayuta’s pants while humping him from behind. The slight crease of the seat of Nayuta’s jeans against Ren’s still clothed dick is good, very good.
With the double sensation on his dick and his ass, Nayuta writhes on the bed, grunting with every thrust. He pushes Ren’s hand harder against his bulge as he thrust back.
“N-Nanahoshi…”
He takes Ren’s hand off just to tug down the fly, then shoves Ren’s hand into his boxers. Ren takes the hint and grasps Nayuta’s cock. He slips the foreskin down and thumbs at the tip, making Nayuta’s hips shake. Nayuta claws at the sheets as Ren fondles his dick and grinds at his ass.
“Nayuta…”
Ren pulls Nayuta’s jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh. Ren pulls away for just a moment to take off his shirt and pull his own pants down just as much. He jerks his dick with two pulls before going back, sticking it in the space between Nayuta’s thighs. They both moan at the way Ren’s cock brushes against Nayuta’s balls.
They start grinding again. Nayuta keeps his thighs spread — as much as he could with his jeans still on — to keep Ren from getting too much stimulation. Ren compensates by shoving Nayuta’s shirt up and fondling at his pecs. Nayuta muffles his noises in the sheets as Ren pinches and teases at his nipples.
It’s good, it feels good, it’s all so good, but it’s not enough. Ren bites at Nayuta’s ear, making sure he’s in reach before whispering, “Nayuta… can I… I want to be i-inside you, can I…?”
Nayuta holds in another moan before nodding.
Ren almost brains himself on the nightstand with how fast he pulls away. He rummages through the drawers to get lube and a condom. He comes back to Nayuta, who’s bent over on his knees and elbows. Nayuta’s pants are fully off now, but his shirt is still on. Nayuta glares at him, but it doesn’t seem as intense when half of his face is buried into a pillow.
“Are you just gonna stand and stare?” Nayuta says, slightly muffled.
Ren tentatively kneels behind him. “A-are we going to do it like this?”
Nayuta gives him a strange look before turning into the pillow. He grunts, “Just hurry up before I go soft.”
“Ah, right, yeah, I’m—”
Ren stops talking in favour of settling into a comfortable position between Nayuta’s legs. The view is… lewd. Ren flushes at the sight of Nayuta’s bare back, his shirt rucked up as far as possible. His eyes trace Nayuta’s spine down to his pert butt. Ren blushes. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen before, but… he’s just not used to it.
Hesitantly, he places his hand above Nayuta’s ass. He slides down and pinches one of Nayuta’s cheeks. Nayuta jumps and raises his ass. Ren feels like he might pass out from how hot he is.
He pulls away to spread lube on his fingers. He coats them liberally. Then, with a gulp, he spreads Nayuta’s cheeks. Ren feels lightheaded. He wishes he could see Nayuta’s face. Instead, as he circles Nayuta’s rim, he hears Nayuta hum and feels him shiver at the touch.
“I- I’m… putting it in, now…” Ren announces. His voice is so soft he’s not sure if Nayuta heard him.
Nayuta does hear, and he pushes against Ren’s fingers. “Hurry…” he says.
Ren takes a deep breath and tries to remember how he did it last time. Slowly, he pushes his middle finger into Nayuta’s hole. The lube helps it slide in. Nayuta sighs into the sheets, and Ren feels him clench around his finger for a second before relaxing. It’s warm. Ren is surprised his hands aren’t shaking.
He rests his free hand on Nayuta’s hip and moves his finger in, out, and around Nayuta’s hole. Nayuta squirms, breathing deep with every thrust of Ren’s finger. Ren takes his finger out to reapply lube, then sticks it back in. Soon enough, he slides in his index finger. Nayuta shudders, then sighs. Ren repeats the process with two fingers, gradually spreading Nayuta’s hole. He eventually adds his ring finger, then his pinky.
Ren starts fucking Nayuta with his fingers when Nayuta is ready. Nayuta's throat clicks with every thrust. He fucks back onto Ren’s fingers, clutching the sheets. His knees slip further apart, allowing Ren’s fingers to reach a deeper angle. Ren’s fingertips brush against a bud, and Nayuta yelps.
Ren aims for that bud with his following thrusts. Nayuta’s noises become louder. Ren watches his thighs, ass, and hole flex every time Ren hits his prostate. He bends over Nayuta’s back and helps push in his fingers with his hip. In this position, Ren’s dick brushes against Nayuta’s thigh, and the friction drives him insane with need.
He reaches up to whisper into Nayuta’s ear again. “N-Nayuta, I need to… I need to be i- inside , can I…?”
Nayuta’s hole squeezes Ren’s fingers as he moans into his pillow. He throws his hand out to slap around the sheets before finding the condom. He throws it at Ren’s chest. “Hurry up!!”
Ren fumbles to catch the condom. As quick as he can without ripping the condom itself, he tears it out of its package and slips it on. He spreads Nayuta’s knees with his own as he positions himself. In a daze, he takes his dick in hand and teases Nayuta’s rim with the tip. The head of it goes in, but doesn’t get past the frenulum. Nayuta whines, slapping the bed. His hands are white knuckled into the sheets as he ruts back.
Gosh, Ren is gonna be inside Nayuta soon. For the second time. He’s going to feel that heat around him again, feel the addicting slide—
“ Nanahoshi are you going to fuck me or not?? ”
Ren stops grinding between Nayuta’s cheeks. He looks up and sees Nayuta’s frustrated just barely turned to glare back at him. His cheekbones are dusted pink, and his jaw is clenched, pronouncing his jawline. Ren flushes; was he really daydreaming when the real thing is right here??
Ren stutters, “A-a-ahh, I- I’m sorry, I got d-distracted, I, oh god, I’ll, er—” he lines his cock up to Nayuta’s hole again “—I’m- I’m going…”
He pushes in properly this time, pulling Nayuta onto him simultaneously. The slide feels as good as it did the first time. Ren throws his head back, not being able to hold in a groan as he eases his way in. A few more short thrusts, and he bottoms out. He hunches over, breathless. He strokes Nayuta’s thighs, resting his hands around — but not touching — the base of Nayuta’s dick. Like that, he makes shallow thrusts, rocking their hips back and forth as he nudges against Nayuta’s prostate. He feels the air from Nayuta’s cock and balls swinging. Short little moans are punched out with every thrust.
“N-Nanahoshii…” Nayuta pants.
“M-mm? Nayuta?”
“…M- more…”
Ren complies immediately, pulling out further and thrusting back in. Nayuta groans into the pillow.
“L-like that?” Ren asks, trying to keep his thrusts consistent.
“…More…”
Ren moves his hands to Nayuta’s hips for more leverage. He pulls out even more and thrusts in harder. Muffled noises rise in frequency.
“Be- better?”
“…J-just… do what you want…”
…Is Nayuta assuming Ren wants to go all out?
Well… he’s right, but… “A-are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m- ah!! ”
As soon as Nayuta gives the OK, Ren pulls out as far as he can without slipping out and thrusts it all back in, hard. Desperate for the feeling, Ren keeps up a fast, almost erratic pace. Nayuta’s muffled moans are louder and longer. It sounds like he’s biting into the pillow, clutching the sheets for dear life.
For a moment, Ren panics — won’t Nayuta suffocate like that?? He wraps his arms around Nayuta’s waist and pulls him up and away from the pillow. Nayuta gasps at the exposure. His fists are still clenched in the sheets, but one comes up as Ren continues fucking him. His knees slip further apart on the sheets with the imbalance, making him really feel Ren’s cock hitting deep inside him. Nayuta bites into the meat of his palm, drooling all over it as his voice leaks between his teeth.
“Y-you shouldn’t, mmngh, you shouldn’t muffle yourself l-like that or you’ll- nngh! Y-you’ll choke…”
Ren can barely focus with how, at this angle, his dick fits very well into Nayuta’s hole. He can’t believe he’s still conscious with how good it feels.
Nayuta doesn’t answer, too busy trying to hold back his voice.
Ren then starts trailing a hand down to Nayuta’s dick. It’s hard as fuck and leaking like crazy. Collecting the spilling pre and spreading it as much as he can, Ren begins jerking Nayuta off in time with his thrusts.
Nayuta practically screams into his hand. Trying to keep it all back, he brings up his other hand too. Ren has to sit up and pull Nayuta with him to keep from shoving Nayuta’s face into the bed. With his chest flush to Nayuta’s back, Ren is able to hook his chin over Nayuta’s shoulder. He tries to sneak a look at Nayuta’s face, but Nayuta turns away, still making a futile effort to keep his now endless moans from spilling.
Nayuta being in Ren’s lap also means that gravity helps Nayuta fuck down onto Ren’s cock. It feels amazing, and he feels like he’s deeper in Nayuta’s hole. He can certainly feel his tip hit that bud with almost every thrust now.
Nayuta cums explosively and unexpectedly. The cum shoots high, and continues spurting out as Ren rubs him through it. Ren catches up by fucking faster, holding Nayuta tight as Nayuta whimpers into his hands. Ren holds Nayuta still over him as he cums inside Nayuta. Nayuta’s legs shake as Ren fills up the condom.
They flop forward together, but Ren stops himself from crushing Nayuta by catching himself on his forearm. He pulls out slowly, both of them sensitive. Ren has more success tying the condom and tossing it than he did last time. He drops behind Nayuta and holds him close.
Ren almost settles in, wanting to stew in the afterglow, but then Nayuta coughs. Ren then hears how loud and strained Nayuta’s breathing is. He shakes his head back into awareness and scrambles to get to the nightstand. He pulls open the top drawer and takes the inhaler. Quickly, he helps Nayuta sit up. He hands him the inhaler, uncapped, and Nayuta takes care of himself with shaky hands. A few minutes later, they’ve both calmed down. Nayuta coughs again, but his breathing is more or less back to normal.
Ren tries not to constrict Nayuta’s ribs as he hugs him. “I- I went too hard, didn’t I? I’ll be more careful next time…”
Nayuta clears his throat, almost as if he was holding back a cough. “You didn’t, it was… it’s no big deal.”
Ren shakes his head, “You shouldn’t hurt afterwards, i-it’s supposed to feel… feel good…”
“…Who said it didn’t.”
“Eh?”
Nayuta reaches behind and takes Ren’s head. He brings Ren in and knocks their heads together. “Did I ever say I felt bad?”
Ren shakes his head slowly.
“I only do things I want to. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
Ren purses his lips. “…You’re okay?”
“Mn.”
“A-and, it… what we did, it felt good?”
“…Mn.”
“You liked it?”
“……Mn.”
“So… you- you want to do… do this, again?”
“Not right now.”
Ren holds Nayuta closer, shocked. “O-of course not, but, ah, i-in the future…?”
“………Mn.”
Nayuta shifts to drape his arm around Ren’s shoulders. Ren nuzzles Nayuta’s head with his own. Nayuta doesn’t protest and closes his eyes.
“…Maybe I’m being a little… paranoid, but… doing, er, this kind of thing won’t make your asthma worse, will it?”
Nayuta sighs long and hard. He noses Ren into turning his head. He talks into Ren’s ear, “It hasn’t stopped me from singing. It won’t stop me from making love to you.” He immediately drops his head into the space between their shoulders.
Ren can feel the heat from Nayuta’s face. It matches the heat rushing to his own. A wobbly grin forms on his face as well. He hugs Nayuta tight. “Nayuta… you’re so cool…”
“Shut up…”
“No wonder you’re the one who writes GYROAXIA’s lyrics…”
Nayuta raises his head and glares at Ren. “You makin’ fun of me?”
Ren shakes his head. “Nayuta, I like you.”
Nayuta’s glare falters for a second before returning with twice the power.
Ren grins so hard his cheeks hurt. He touches Nayuta’s nose with his own. “Nayuta, can I kiss you?”
Nayuta sneers. “Do what you want.”
Ren kisses Nayuta, sweetly, lovingly. Nayuta kisses back, sweetly, lovingly. They stop and pull back to see eyelids flutter. They gaze into each other’s eyes.
“You stink,” Nayuta says.
Ren laughs, “Should we go clean up?”
Nayuta frowns as he thinks. He leans back, pulling Ren with him to lay down. Ren lets his weight rest onto Nayuta. They kiss again, slowly, lovingly. Then, they roll over onto their sides and—
Ren feels cold, wet cloth against his ribs.
“Um, Nayuta… the sheets…”
“Tch—!”
Ren and Nayuta cuddle on fresh sheets, squeaky clean. They're facing each other this time around. Nayuta clings tight to Ren, burying his face into Ren's shoulder. It reminds Ren of their first time, when Nayuta was at the clingiest Ren's ever seen him. Before thinking, he blurts out, "Nayuta, why did you want to do it from behind this time?"
Nayuta jolts. His head snaps up to glare at Ren. "Haah?"
Ren flushes. "I-I didn't mean to say that... b-but I am, um, curious! Since, ah, you seem to like, uh, hugging things when... you know..."
"Tsk!"
"S-sorry, you don't have to answer, maybe we were, uh, just caught up in the moment so we were, uh, you know..."
Nayuta stares at Ren. He scoffs. "What, you like being scratched up?"
Ren blinks. "Hm? What do you mean?"
Nayuta looks away. "Your back. Last time."
Ren blinks again. "...Oh! That was- It wasn't a big deal! I-I mean, it was awkward when I was around the other members, especially when Banri had seen... but it healed in a day, so I didn't mind!"
"...Are you secretly an M or something?"
"M?"
"...Nevermind."
A minute of silence hangs between them before Ren realises—
"Ah, did we do it f- l-like that this time because you didn't want to hurt me?"
Nayuta's only response is burying his face back into Ren's shoulder.
Ren laughs and pets Nayuta's head. Nayuta slaps his hand away, getting up to glare at him again. "Shut up! If you didn't complain so much I wouldn't have bothered worrying!"
"You were worried!"
"Tch—! I wasn't... ugh!"
Nayuta tucks himself into Ren's chest. Ren laughs harder, only faltering when Nayuta slaps his side.
Ren holds him back just as tight, nuzzling into Nayuta's hair. "I really, really like you, Nayuta!"
"Shut up. You suck."
Ren giggles at that.
One day, Nayuta will say it back. But, for now, Ren is content with "You suck."