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“Kazuya.” Jo says sternly, standing on the step ladder trying to pin up some decorations on the wall. Or rather, he tries to sound stern, the way he practically yelps when Kazuya’s hands go from simply placed on his ass to giving it a firm squeeze doesn’t really help him sound very stern.
“Hm? Is something wrong Jo-Kun?” There’s a level of mischief to his voice as he says that. One of Kazuya’s hands skitters across the side of his hip, fingertips ghosting over the front of his pants.
“Kazuya, please.” He has to bite his lip to stop a sharp sound from escaping his lips when Kazuya’s hands start to sneak underneath the hem of his shirt, tracing patterns across his skin. “Don’t you have food to set up? We have to make sure we get everything finished before Micchi gets here.”
“Finished already!” Kazuya replies in a singsong voice to which Jo turns around to find the table of snacks and drinks in fact already set up and set up pretty perfectly. His shoulders slump. Really, he was hoping that would keep Kazuya entertained longer. “And that’s the last decoration, isn’t it? Hm~? Micchi won’t be here for like….another hour…~”
As Jo finally finishes hanging up the last decoration, he turns around to find that mischievous glint in Kazuya’s eyes. At this point in his life, Jo’s an expert in reading Kazuya. It’s not like he isn’t an extremely direct person, but when he isn’t, Jo knows exactly what he’s saying between the lines.
“...You’re ridiculous…” He really tries to sound more exasperated than fond, but he fails. Just like how he fails to hide the pink rapidly appears across his cheeks. “....But we are done so I guess 30 minutes would be-”
“Only 30?” Kazuya is immediately stepping into his space the second Jo steps down from the step ladder, breathing hot against his ear. “We have an hour until he gets here…It doesn’t take that long to clean up…”
Jo swallows loudly because the responsible part of his brain wants to remind Kazuya of the number of times before a concert they almost couldn’t hide the evidence from pre-show make-outs. The horny part of his brain unhelpfully reminds Jo that they’ve both been so busy that this is the first time in over a week that it's just the two of them and the next few days aren’t really any more promising.
“40 minutes take it or leave it.” Is what Jo finally manages to get out, his resolve starting to weaken as Kazuya’s hands are starting to be adventurous underneath his shirt. The second Kazuya lets out a little laugh, which he knows is him agreeing, Jo immediately flips their positions.
Kazuya is now the one with his back against the wall, eyes blown wide, lips parted and cheeks flushed. Somehow, he still looks almost predatory like that, like if Jo said the word he’d sink to his knees and swallow him whole. That’s an idea honestly.
Jo presses immediately against Kazuya, lips against lips. When Kazuya moves to slide his hand into Jo’s hair, he quickly grabs his wrists and pins his hands above his head. He licks into his mouth, before pulling back just enough to whisper against his mouth. “Careful. Don’t make it obvious what we were doing….I don’t want to deal with Daigo’s teasing…” Kazuya whines at that, hands flexing underneath his grip. Jo makes sure to kiss him furiously, practically swallowing the whine that leaves Kazuya’s lips. After all, they can’t afford to be too loud, and Kazuya is in fact, loud.
“Dai-chan will just be jealous that he didn’t get a taste too~” Kazuya laughs out, bringing his leg up to press his thigh against Jo’s erection the second they part for air. He’s never the type to play fair, especially when it comes to moments like this. The strangled moan that Jo barely manages to muffle into Kazuya’s shoulder is like music to his ears.
“Now, now, Jo-kun, we’re supposed to be quiet, aren’t we? What if someone heard us~” Kazuya laughs when Jo pulls back to give him a mortified glare. “And here I was going to offer to suck you off since you’re the quiet one…..hm…maybe that isn’t a good idea….”
“You-” Jo groans, releasing his hands. “I can be quiet when I know what’s coming.” He steps back, and they don’t need more to communicate what they’re doing next. Leaning against the wall, Jo quickly undoes just enough of his pants to free himself, covering his mouth with his hands the second that Kazuya wraps his hand around the base of him.
“You’ll return the favor afterward, yeah? Let me suck on your fingers when you suck me off so I can keep quiet?” Kazuya’s shameless when he speaks, nosing the side of his erection, waiting for that look in Jo’s eyes that shows he’s heard him.
“Fuck. Yeah.” Jo’s words are muffled behind his hands, but he’s heard loud and clear, shown by the way that Kazuya licks a stripe up the side of him, before mouthing against the side of his dick. Jo’s hips buck without him really meaning to.
“Uh uh uh…” Kazuya tsks, pressing both of his hands firmly against Jo’s hips pinning him against the wall with all the strength that Kazuya has. Not quite enough to bruise if they’re careful luckily. “I know you want to fuck my throat, but it’ll be wayyy too obvious if you do. Let me take care of you, Joichiro” Kazuya practically purrs out his name before taking him to the hilt, tip hitting the back of his throat, and swallowing.
Nails digging into his hips, Jo’s grateful for Kazuya’s grip because he does in fact try to thrust deeper into that heat. Both of his hands are covering his mouth, desperate to keep himself quiet, head thrown back, pressed hard against the wall, eyes shut closed. He bites his hand enough to leave a mark when Kazuya finally starts to move. Oh, he was so fucked.
He was walking into a surprise party. It’s not that Micchi is amazing at figuring these things out, it’s just that Kazuya is about as subtle as a brick to the face even with Daigo and Jo desperately trying to keep things under wraps.
It’s nice honestly. Their schedules have all been insane lately between dramas and tv shows. The tour hasn’t started yet, and when it does, they’ll get so much time with each other that maybe he won’t feel like he’s missing them so badly. Until then, he’s going to enjoy his surprise birthday party.
Micchi opens the door to the room, or rather he starts, because when he checks his phone he realizes that he’s like 20 minutes early. It’s probably not good to be early to his own surprise party, but knowing Jo, everything is likely already set up. It’s probably fine.
Micchi opens the door, takes one long stare into the room, and closes the door as quietly as possible. He blinks a few times, lips parted into an o, pupils blown wide, face flushing so hot that he’s sure someone could feel the heat radiate from him.
It’s not that he’s surprised. Everyone knows that Jo and Kazuya are fucking. Kazuya is the opposite of discreet after all. Micchi has learned that if the two of them disappear, he either doesn’t look for them or he knocks very, very loudly before entering the room. Or he doesn’t and jacks off to it later in his room. They’re both very attractive people and if they didn’t want to be walked in on so easily, they’d lock the door.
Micchi steps to the side, leaning against the wall like it’s a lifeline. He closes his eyes and tries to calm himself down. It’s hard to not think about the scene he walked in on.
Kazuya with his back against the wall. Jo on his knees, lips wrapped around Kazuya’s dick. Kazuya’s hands wrapped around Jo’s wrist, sucking hard on Jo’s fingers, barely muffling the loud sounds that he knows would usually be heard in their current situation.
It’s his birthday. He could….he could knock on the door and…ask to join? Maybe? Kazuya would probably say yes even if Jo would die of embarrassment on the spot. Micchi would probably die of embarrassment before he’d ever admit the way he fantasized about being in between the two of them.
Maybe he should go to the bathroom and-
“Shunsuke, you okay?” Kyohei’s tired voice breaks his thoughts. Micchi’s eyes shoot open as he steps away from the wall, and tries to mess with his pants just enough that his current problem isn’t immediately obvious. Though, what does it really matter? Kyohei’s not going to bully him for it honestly. “...You’re early, you know?”
“Oh. Yeah. I know. I should probably…go for a lap around the building so that people don’t know I’m here?” Micchi starts, pointedly looking down the hall. He shouldn’t linger to the door to his own surprise party when everyone else hasn’t shown up yet. Kyohei nods in response before walking to the door and turning the door knob.
“Hey, wai-” Micchi attempts to stop him, not being too loud. He’s too late. Kyohei opens the door, stares inside, and closes the door. Kyohei’s expression matches his own from moments ago.
“....Why am I even surprised.” Kyohei finally chokes out after a few moments of his face trying to invent a new shade of red. “They haven’t had a moment alone in weeks…but still…”
“I tried to warn you…” Micchi offers with an embarrassed laugh. Kyohei’s quiet for far too long after that, and when Micchi finally does turn to look at him, he catches Kyohei’s eyes flitting between the floor and him as if he’s deciding something.
“Something on your mind?”
“Want to make out in the other free room?”
They both say at the same time before Kyohei looks away mortified when Micchi lets out a soft breathless laugh.
“Oh my god.” Kyohei whines, covering his face with his hands mortified. “I’m supposed to be the one to keep you busy and-”
“I mean your tongue down my throat is a pretty good way to keep me busy.” Micchi helpfully supplies, giving him a grin.
“You’ve been hanging around Kazuya way too much.” Kyohei mutters, peeking through his fingers with a look like he wants the floor to open up and swallow him whole.
“Maybe.” Micchi laughs, pulling Kyohei’s hands from his face. “Maybe I just want my boyfriend’s birthday present early before the party?” Micchi expected Kyohei to offer to walk him home and they’d hook up at his apartment after the party. That seemed pretty typical of them.
“I got you a real present you know.” Kyohei frowns, refusing to meet Micchi’s gaze. “But I mean I wouldn’t be agai-” Kyohei starts just as he hears Daigo’s voice down the hall.
Before Kyohei can even say anything, Micchi grabs him by the wrist, making a run down the hall. He opens the door to the spare room, yanks them both inside, and pins Kyohei against the door.
“S-shunsuke…” Kyohei mumbles, biting his lip. “We’ve got….at most 15 minutes before your party is supposed to start….” Micchi laughs a little at that, his hands trapping Kyohei against the door. Kyohei has his hands lightly on his chest, but the resistance is pretty weak. He really isn’t trying to stop Micchi from pressing soft, wet kisses up the side of his throat, swirling his tongue, and sucking on the hollow of his throat. Kyohei can’t get his hands to his mouth to muffle the soft groan that leaves him.
“My what? We’re just doing a get-together right…” Micchi laughs, nibbling on his collarbone a little. “We can be a little late…right? It’s my birthday….” A hand slides underneath the waistband of Kyohei’s pants, palm resting against the warmth of his hip, the way Kyohei likes.
“I don’t….don’t have spare clothes…if we make a mess…” His protests are getting weaker. It’s not like Kyohei doesn’t want this. God, he does. It’s just that he cannot handle Daigo’s ever-knowing teasing stare or the way that Ryusei says things that imply without actually saying anything. Or even worse, Kazuya will just open his mouth and blatantly say what they were doing before someone can stop him? He’ll die.
“Oh. I mean…” Micchi pulls away and the whiny needy sound that leaves Kyohei’s lips is the opposite of the protests just moments ago. “I got you.” Before Kyohei can even ask what the hell that means, Micchi yanks his shirt off and carefully places it on the chair next to him. Or well, tosses it gently. Kyohei’s shirt follows very shortly. Kyohei blinks trying to process if Micchi was really going to just strip them. He is. He really is because Micchi undoes his pants, yanking them down just enough, and does the same for Kyohei.
“Wait. Wait. We could just suck each other off? Less mess there’s no nee-” Kyohei’s hands quickly go to his mouth to muffle the moan that leaves his throat when Micchi wraps his hands around both of them and strokes, using the precum from both of them to make it a little easier. It’s probably embarrassing how hard both of them are right now for that to be so easy to do.
“There’s…..wipes….in the….drawer…in the table…” Micchi says in between sounds, burying his face in Kyohei’s shoulder to try to muffle himself. “Put them…there…last time…” Kyohei’s head spins at that admission. Micchi put wipes in the room they frequented just so he could do this and more easily clean them off.
“Faster….this way. Anyway?” Micchi laughs a little breathlessly, pressing his body weight full into Kyohei as he jerks them off together. “You…like…this….a lot…” Micchi’s words are getting less and less coherent as his hand moves. Kyohei almost thrusts into Micchi’s grip, but his other hand presses hard into his hip. The choked sound that Kyohei lets out is not muffled well enough by his hands. It is however masked by the loud thump of Kyohei’s hips against the door.
The spike of adrenaline from his anxiety somehow only adds to the hot feeling building up. Kyohei threads the fingers of the hand not desperately trying to stop him from moaning into Micchi’s hair, tugging and trying to find purchase as he feels himself start to tip over.
“You got this….g’head…” Micchi tilts his head to nip enough at his neck that it’ll leave a light pink mark for a while. Not that Kyohei is thinking about that as his vision whites out, moaning Michi’s name into his fist. His body shakes as Micchi is still going, not quite at his finish.
This feels more like a birthday present for himself than for Micchi the way the overstimulation feels like an indulgence, but at the same time, he knows Micchi loves the way he can absolutely destroy him like this. It’s probably the way that every single stroke of his hand makes Kyohei’s whole body jolt and make some almost concerning wood creaking sounds that finally get Micchi to come.
They take a moment there, leaning against each other, panting heavily. It’s more than just the cum they’re going to have to worry about. Micchi’s hair is a mess and they’re both covered in sweat and oh god, they’re going to smell like sex too. Kyohei needs the floor to open up and destroy him now.
“Hey….don’t worry…” Micchi laughs a little, probably sensing his distress. He pulls away, yanking his pants up but not quite closing them before, opening up a drawer and grabbing some wipes and a bottle of cologne. “I’ve learned from the best.”
“Jo?” Kyohei asks as he tries to rack his brain for who would know the best things to hide in rooms they frequent to cover up the fact that they were fucking.
“Nah, Chinen. Yamada is a busy man. They don’t get a lot of time to fuck.” Micchi supplies like he’s telling the weather and not that Chinen and Yamada are fucking in every empty room whenever their schedules align
“Oh.” Is all that Kyohei can manage to say when Micchi tosses him some wipes and paper towels and they can clean up. Once they do, they both fix their outfits and Micchi sprays them both with the cologne before stuffing it back into the drawer.
“I think you have a surprise party to take me to now?” Micchi grins and Kyohei laughs a little, bumping shoulders with him before the exit back into the hall.
“Surprise!! Happy birthday, Micchi!” The Nanifam all yell out when Micchi opens the door to the room. He does his best to act surprised as he walks into the room.
“So, was it Kazuya that leaked the fact that it was a surprise party or Kyohei?” Daigo asks because there’s never getting anything past him. The fact that Micchi knows what he’s walking into is obvious to him.
“Neither. Come on, Daigo. It’s my birthday and we’re all meeting up in a random room to ‘hang out.’ I’m smarter than that…” Micchi laughs as Kazuya is already grabbing his hand and yanking him towards the snacks that he made. He does his best to not let his gaze linger too much on how swollen Kazuya’s lips look or the way he sounds just a little more hoarse than usual.
Daigo uses the opportunity to step next to Kyohei, bumping shoulders with him.
“Soo…..a little late.” Kyohei stares at the wall, sweating as Daigo’s grin turns more and more shit-eating by the second. “Kept him busy? Had something to do with all that thumping I heard from that room a couple of doors down or…?”
Kyohei really hopes he doesn’t think that he’s going to answer him because all Kyohei can do is stare at the ground and pray that it splits open and frees him. He really did try to be quiet.
“Now, now. Let’s not make Kyohei spontaneously combust?” Ryusei, Kyohei’s savior at this moment, walks over, placing a hand on Daigo’s shoulder as he gives him a look. “Besides, at least he and Micchi arrived presentable. Unlike, some people.” Ryusei's gaze goes over to Jo, who pointedly looks in the other direction.
“Now, now, Ryuche.” Daigo laughs at that, throwing his arm over his shoulder. Kyohei thanks whatever god is listening for the distraction. “As if anyone is surprised how we caught the two of them? At least Kazuya had the decency to use Jo’s hands to get him to be quiet.”
That’s enough to get Kyohei to remember exactly what he had opened the door to early. He lets a groan pass his lips, frowning as he tries to not let his mind wander with the thought.
“Why would Kazuya have to be quiet anyway?” Kento interjects, stepping into the conversation. “I mean…I know we wanted it to be a surprise but…it’s not like Micchi wasn’t going to know it was a surprise party. Kazuya’s nervous rambling wouldn’t be that much of a surprise outside the door….”
Kyohei takes the moment that Daigo and Ryusei share, trying to figure out if they should tell the only member of Naniwa who doesn’t know that Kazuya and Jo are fucking, to sneak away to the snack table.
After all, this was surprisingly, a pretty normal day for all of them.