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Perhaps none of them prepared what lies beyond in a long-distance relationship. From meaningful glances and silent exchange of smiles at the perfect time and place with a promise of the Onigiri Miya Tokyo branch, Keiji and Osamu developed into something more, something beautiful. Despite being more than 500 kilometers apart, they take the fall together, risking it all as their love for each other seeps into the crevices of their hearts.
However, their relationship's progression in this setup was never linear. Nothing was ever easy at first—Keiji and Osamu only do what they want and need to do. Phone calls, Facetimes, keeping each other updated through texts, and sometimes sending packages can only do so much.
The struggle never ends.
Months turned into years mostly bereft of heated touches, wet kisses, and nights tangled with each other—if Keiji and Osamu were to count the days of being apart. To make it up, they can only look forward to the following weekend and the next holiday too, whether in Tokyo or Hyogo.
They got the hang of it eventually.
But who would've thought that being touch-starved can make you have abrupt dreams of getting railed by your beloved at night—that's the case, at least for Keiji.
Keiji <3 [11:05am]
I had a dream…
And it's weird
Myaa-sam [11:07am]
Tell me about it
Of course, there should be no hesitation when telling stuff like this. Keiji had always been honest to his lover.
Keiji <3 [11:08am]
We were like doing "it" while I was asleep
Myaa-sam [11:08am]
Oh…
Keiji <3 [11:09am]
I've thought about it like
Do you wanna give it a try?
Oh God, I can't believe I just typed that… Keiji thought as he looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes out of shame.
On the other hand, Osamu already knew what he meant, so he held back a bit of laughter. He thought he was cute, though, and he'd do anything for him.
Myaa-sam [11:11am]
Do you trust me?
Keiji <3 [11:12am]
Of course, I do
I love you
Myaa-sam [11:13am]
I love you too
Keiji smiled, ear to ear, upon reading the message. On the other end, Osamu felt sudden bursts of excitement. They couldn't wait any longer for the weekend.
They didn't think about it too much, so time flew fast—that the moment the sun was up on a Saturday morning, Keiji took the earliest train. Their original plan was supposed to be on a Friday night. Worse luck, his deadlines for another project got in the way. He thought that this time would be the most convenient as long as he and Osamu would make the most of it, just like always.
He updates Osamu about where he is from time to time. It's a routine already. Once Keiji is two or three stations away from his destination, Osamu will be on the way to welcome him with open arms.
The train ride felt like it was going on forever. And so, this is what happens when you think about it. From an outsider's point of view, Keiji may be normal , sitting quietly in his aloof aura. But the dreams of Osamu fucking him started eating up his thoughts again, and fuck, just by thinking about it, a fire ignited within him. Keiji felt his face heat up, and he had to cover his face with his bag out of embarrassment. He sucked in a deep breath, an attempt to calm himself.
Just the same, it didn't end there.
In an attempt to divert his lewd thoughts, Keiji started thinking about their plans for today. Are they going to take a walk for a while? Cook and eat together the moment they get home? Lounge around by watching a classic rom-com movie or reading a book together? Or take Osamu's cock as he sits on him while doing small tasks for his work like usual — Keiji shook his head when that train of thought went back to the obscene.
He takes another deep breath and proceeds to distract himself by reading articles online with his phone instead.
The train finally stopped at his destination, finally.
Along with the small crowd inside the train, he hurried out extra carefully.
His head swiveled left and right, searching for the man he couldn't wait to be with.
In less than a minute, Keiji saw a familiar figure near a post from afar, waving at him with a smile. He then clutched the strap of his bag and ran to Osamu, making his way out in the herd of people.
Osamu spreads his arms when Keiji is less than a meter near him, to which the latter crashes into him and wraps his arms around his waist. It's nothing new, not even something to be conscious about either, so the questioning looks from the strangers around them don't matter at all.
"How's your trip?" were Osamu's first words to him, arms still looped around each other. Keiji pulled away and faced him. At the same time, Osamu ruffled his hair.
Keiji hummed, "It's alright."
Osamu gave him a questioning look. Not only did Keiji give him a vague answer, but it's also about how he looked at him.
The truth is, Keiji set aside the lascivious scenes that manifested in his mind along the way. He was still contemplating whether or not to tell his lover about it, or maybe let things unfold naturally—like what he wants, Osamu will give it to him, and that is way better.
He nodded in response. Keiji thought that he might have an instinct about it due to the smirk plastered on his face.
Well, he is hopefully sure he's right about it.
They detached themselves from the hug, but their hands caught each other, intertwining their fingers, and made their way out of the station.
"Where do you wanna eat?"
Keiji looked out at the horizon. The sky was painted in different shades of orange. A bowl of ramen would be nice during this hour, he thought.
"At your place, of course." He answered. "I feel drowsy, so I wanna lay down right away."
"Okay, I'll make you one" Osamu smiled at him softly, gripping Keiji's hand tighter. "Let's go home then."
Keiji knows that it's not like Osamu to often take a half-day on a Saturday as this might be his seventh. Because when he does, there are two people involved in his decisions; it's either about his twin, Atsumu, or Keiji himself, the love of his life.
Something's going to happen, he feels like. He hopes he has made the right decision not only because they missed a Friday night.
They eventually reached Osamu's home. While Osamu cooks a quick shoyu ramen, Keiji takes a shower.
In less than an hour, Keji stepped out feeling fresh, his hair dripping wet, and his towel still on top of his head. He strode towards the dining room. The scent of the ramen broth lingered in the house. His eyes laid on Osamu, who was finishing up making his ramen, even though there were onigiris, mixed vegetables, and steamed rice sitting on the table.
"Almost done, 'Ji," Osamu said when he turned to him.
Home.
It feels like home.
This is home.
Those are all Keiji could think about at that moment. The conversations they had about their lives when they were apart over the dining table, the exchange of sweet nothings, the laughter, and the warmth in each other's arms were some of the things in his long list of memories he wished would last longer.
5:11 p.m., the clock reads.
When they both laid down facing each other on the bed they shared, Keiji mumbled a "Good night" with a gaze that told Osamu something along with the thin, seductive smile he wears when he wants to get into it.
You can make love to me while I'm asleep. He wished Osamu would decipher the message behind his eyes before drifting off to a deep slumber in his arms.
It's 11:05 p.m.
That was quite a long nap, Osamu thought.
He wakes up in the bedroom poured in warm shades a few hours ago, now turned dim. He then turned to his side to face Keiji and drink in the beauty in front of him.
Keiji looked so peaceful, and his serene features stood out in stark contrast with the beaming moonlight. Once again, Osamu took time to memorize this feeling of having the one you love in the same bed. Nights without Keiji were lonelier and colder, so he had to think he was there, close enough to make him fall asleep.
However, all he thinks about right now is that Keiji should get the rest he deserves. The week must have been laborious, but still, Keiji did everything in his power out of love just to see him this weekend.
Osamu suddenly realized what those gazes, the way Keiji's cheeks and ears turn red, the smirks meant; it was about his dreams, the sexual ones where he fucks him while he sleeps.
And so, maybe he could, and he will give Keiji what he truly deserves more.
Osamu tugged him closer, faces close to each other, and cocked his head to inhale Keiji's sweet scent. God, it turns him on already.
He slipped his hand underneath his pajama shirt, wrapping it around his waist before he let it roam his sides before shifting to his torso. Keiji suddenly moaned, which brought panic to Osamu, thinking whether or not he should stop doing what he was planning to do. It turned out Keiji just laid on his back. Osamu waited a minute or two to see if Keiji was really sleeping.
At this point, it was more like he was hibernating.
All that Osamu had to do was to trust himself as much as Keiji trusts him.
He sat up, hand pressing the mattress to keep him still as he stared at Keiji one more time. His other hand cupping his right cheek as he leans in pressed kisses across his face down to his neck and back to his lips.
While he kissed Keiji. The hand from his cheek went down to the buttons of his pajama shirt, fumbling them each to open, revealing his lean torso.
Taking all of his clothes off was unnecessary and might be a bit of a hassle. He may love to see him completely naked, but either way, the idea fucking him in this state, where his shirt is in disarray, made him feel thrilled more than he thought.
Osamu leaned down once again, planting a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses from his neck to his chest. Purple marks bloomed across Keiji's chest as he sucked on it, running his fingers over the lone stiffened nipple at the same time. His gaze looked up at Keiji, who still looked calm as he was asleep. Impatience grew stronger on him to fuck him relentlessly at that moment, but he restrained himself, as it's not all about him tonight.
Osamu pulled down Keiji's pajama pants. He then reached for the lube at their bedside table and parted Keiji's legs. He squirted a bit of the liquid on his fingers, stroking them over his hole as he looked at him again to check if he was still dozing.
With little to no hesitation, he pushed one finger in. Keiji was a bit tight, tight, and warm, but he managed to work on it to slide in another finger.
Just as when Osamu thought that it might not be enough, he pulled his fingers out to lower himself down to dive in for a taste. Mouth close to Keiji's hole that he can feel his hot breath against it. He held his hips to stay apart as he gave slow licks, the taste of mixed liquids luscious on his tongue. While doing so, he brought his fingers up and inserted them in his hole again.
Keiji let out a whimper, but Osamu didn't heed to it as what he was doing was way too pleasurable to stop. He was confident that Keiji won't be awake anyway.
Osamu could no longer take it. He got off the bed and swiftly undressed himself, stroking his hard dick as he reached again for the lube.
After preparing and deciding to fuck Keiji raw, he lined his cock up to the latter's drenched hole. Out of nervousness, he bit his lip as he thrust in slowly. When the entirety of his length was finally in Keiji's warm insides, he held on to his hips. The tight muscles gripped his cock like Keiji was made for him so that he felt like he would cum at any moment.
But he wanted to take his time.
Osamu fucked him at a gentle pace first; the sensation made him throw his head back. His thrusts were going faster, deeper, and rougher in succession in every repetition of his movement. Hands wandered across Keiji's body once more, staring at him as he took in the different waves of pleasure brought by fucking him, who was still in sound sleep.
It dawned upon Osamu that he would like— No , he would love giving Keiji what he deserves in this way more by making his lewd dreams come true. It never crossed his mind that he would be satisfied with hearing those little moans and whimpers from him, that he still looked beautiful getting fucked in one piece of clothing left, and most especially in this state.
The moment Osamu felt himself getting to the edge, he pulled out and knelt at the side of Keiji's head. He wrapped his hard cock with his right hand, paying no mind when the tip of it hit Keiji's cheek. When he closed his eyes as he pumped his cock, up and down, the scenes of Keiji sucking him off with his pink lips started playing. He threw his head back, and the moans that he had been holding back to keep Keiji from waking up from a while ago filled the room.
It didn't take long to cum as he stroked himself faster, painting Keiji's pretty face with ropes of white liquid that trickled down his parted mouth.
While breathing heavily and holding on to the headboard to avoid himself by giving out, he saw Keiji slowly opening his eyes. Spikes of anxiety filled his system, but that faded away when Keiji's lips curved into a smile upon seeing himself almost naked and wrecked.
Keiji looked at Osamu dearly, albeit his eyes were half-lidded.
"Thank you… for making my dream come true," he whispered. "I'd love for you to do it again."
Osamu breathed out a laugh. "As many times as you want," he said, holding Keiji's hand that was placed on his cheek to share a long and passionate kiss.
Perhaps this has got to be the best part of being in a long-distance relationship when all Keiji and Osamu have is time.