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“Why are you just standing there, dude.”
Nagi had missed Reo’s laugh and teasing tone. In fact, Nagi had missed Reo’s everything and anything that was directed at him, honest smile and curious eyes were just a bonus he had achieved from kinda getting on his knees and begging for him to take Nagi back on the field a couple hours ago.
A handful of minutes ago, Reo had asked Nagi to change by himself and head back to the shared room while he finished his nighttime skin care routine. Nagi had gone exactly 16 steps ahead and plopped down on a conveniently placed bench near the door and dozed off until he heard unusual noises and went back to investigate.
There was no way Reo knew that Nagi had stood around a corner, unable to look away as he watched his friend masturbate furiously under the falling water, Reo’s grunts barely audible around the ocasional curse he’d spit out. The fury in his posture had left Nagi in a daze, and he had just turned around and walked back to his little bench where he had proceeded to space out until he heard footsteps coming his way.
Maybe standing up so abruptly was making him seem way too suspicious already. He really wasn’t good with these sort of things.
“Was just waiting for you” he confessed, because it was the truth, and he wasn’t about to admit to anything that might get him labeled creepy at best and a sick pervert at worst.
Reo glanced at him for barely a second, but maybe Nagi really was on edge regarding the other boy since he could sense the scrutiny in his eyes. A small smile formed on his friends face, his eyes going into that familiar crescendo moon shape, and Nagi knew he had been right when the smile didn’t quite managed to blend all the way up.
“You really didn’t have to. I sent you off didn’t I?” He kept walking and affectionately slapped Nagi’s shoulder as he went and opened the door, signaling Nagi to go first.
Making their way back to the dorms when it was already dinner time meant the empty hallways echoed with their steps and the silence stretched over them, and with Reo’s solemn aura to him it was giving more execution vibes than repaired friendship. Still, to Nagi a little of quiet and a modicum of change has never been too much trouble. Besides, he knew everyone had needs. It would probably be annoying if he started acting weird over seeing his friend reliving himself of some tension. Scratch that, it would certainly be annoying.
What had been a trouble has been Reo’s complete change in disposition after Nagi finished giving his thanks for getting him started on football.
Chigiri had told him that communication was key if he wanted to get the other boy back in his life, and so he had instructed him to share whatever felt necessary for Reo to never get the wrong idea again. Well, fuck Chigiri and his life changing advice since it just seemed like Reo had reversed back to his polite self right after finishing his hair. It was a version of Reo Nagi never got to experience, since it seemed reserved for classmates and other casual acquaintances and Nagi had always seemed to have a special place in Reo’s life.
He hadn’t even gotten him water when Nagi ventured and said he was thirsty. God, even their little walk he could not stop thinking about that, his throat was really dry for some reason.
Letting himself get sucked in by a rarely insistent train of though, Nagi wondered if maybe Reo had come to the conclusion that the nature of their friendship was to be changed if they wanted to keep playing together. He could feel something delicate in his head go taunt and threaten to snap. He needed to sit down.
A forcibly gentle voice shakes him off his head as they crossed the threshold of the shared room.
“So how’s your gaming going?” Reo’s voice was as proper as always, rubbing Nagi in the wrong places “I haven’t had the chance to ask you about that in a while.”
Dropping down his own bed, Reo lays back on his hands. He stares hard at Nagi, his expression one he was unfamiliar with. Hard eyes and tight lips tilted just enough that they bordered on a smirk, maybe from awkwardness or some sort of pain, Nagi couldn’t tell, but it was certainly not positive.
Nagi walks towards his bed feeling the hair on his nape standing up, unsure what his body was trying to tell him, if it even was trying at all.
“Hiori and I get to it every night. He’s good.“
Reo’s contemplative hum echoes in the empty room “Yeah? Every night? He really must be good at it to get your attention like that” Reo, despite being the one sitting down, seems to him like a king that’s mingling with a peasant, and he can’t help but think he had already ruined the conversation somehow. But never one to be intimidated easily, Nagi moves forwards.
“Yeah, he’s real good. His moves are so monstrous I can’t keep up with him sometimes. ” dropping on his own bed and laying back, he looks forward at Reo as he extends his legs in search for the maximum comfort. “He gets in this headspace where nothing matters more than delivering and he gets really demanding. It’s like he uses the chance to really destress and fully let go.”
The rise of an upper lip on the others face gives Nagi too little to clue in as to what his words might have meant to the other, but a small buzzing under his skin pushes the next words out without thinking “He seems frail and delicate but, I really like that rough side of him.”
A beat of silence “And here I thought you would’ve disliked someone who played so selfishly” With controlled grace, the kind Nagi remembers seeing on him before the heir started some play that absolutely crushed their opponents, Reo lifts himself from his bed and walks across the room towards Nagi. “I would have guessed you preferred a team player who you could rely on so that you could try out some half baked plan and see if it landed you anywhere.”
Ouch.
Reo’s tone was no longer teasing. Despite the sting of the jab, Nagi felt his pants getting tight and wanted to admonish himself for reacting this way when his best friend was tearing him a new one, probably giving him a chance to make good on his past mistakes.
Yet here he was, getting hard on teasing the friend he had recently apologized to. Did he have no shame? He wasn’t even fully sure he understood what they were talking about anymore, since it didn’t sound like they were talking about gaming or soccer, so it had to have some hidden meaning Nagi just couldn’t care to decipher. Yet he had not felt this alive outside of the field in however long he remembers, so he does what he’s best at and just goes with it, letting Reo lead the way.
“Maybe I did once, who knows” with the distance between them closing and Reo now right in front of him while he’s sitting, he’s forced to crane his head quite up to look at Reo’s face, direct eye contact unbreakable. He still has fight in him and feels so eager to show it off. “But as of lately” he purses his lips into a barely there pout, scrunching his eyebrows up a little because he can “I need someone who can show me a good time.”
His whole body was thrumming with anticipation. He thinks vaguely of never having wanted so badly to know where something is leading to.
Reo states and stares a bit more, his arms crossed and face thinking in a way Nagi suspected a parent or a teacher might do to a particularly difficult child. The thought had his traitorous semi-hard cock jumping in his pants. And having done nothing to cover himself up earlier, Reo’s eyes zeroed in on the movement.
For a couple of heartbeats no one moved or said anything, Nagi staring intently at Reo’s unreadable face while the other kept his eyes firmly on his hard on. After a while, a sight left Reo’s mouth as if resignation had taken over him, but his eyes were shining with something like hunger. He lifted his foot up the bed, right over Nagis erection. “Guess it can’t be helped” Nagis heart missed a beat “Stay still” And pressed down.
Pleasure shot up his body like an arrow, his body curling forwards as a hot heave broke from his lips. He went to grab Reo’s leg and the other pressed harder, a disappointing tone in his words as he tutted “Can’t even listen to a simple command? What am I gonna do with you, Nagi.”
Reo’s feet had started to press hard enough to hurt, bringing tears to his eyes as he hugged his friends leg for support. In a swift turn, small socketed fingers were pushing behind his balls, hitting a spot that had Nagi gasping and looking up through wet lashes. Reo’s eyes were harsh like an order, and Nagi instinctually raised his own feet up the bed to give the other boy better access. Reo’s mouth curled up.
“What a good boy.”
Heat exploded in his lower region as the words washed over him, and he let his head fall forward, heaving. The pain recedes as the other’s foot comes back down to the floor, Reo’s hand going up to his cheek, soft and smelling faintly of the expensive lavender lotion he somehow manages to get smuggled in. Lifted by the hand on his face, this time he meets soft purple as Reo leans in and touches their foreheads, chucking gently.
“Really, you look like you want to be trained” words laced with affection envelop him like an embrace, distant memories stirred with their distinctive softness, Reo’s eyes finally honest “I can’t give you what Hiori has to offer you” confusion surfaced once again at the mention of his gaming friend “but I will make you beg for me to not leave you” a swift change in tone served as confirmation that there was no way they were talking, thinking even, about the same thing anymore, and Nagi is about to say so, as soon as he can get words past his dry throat. “I see now that the way I went about making you feel treasured was not the way you wanted” Nagi is pushed down the bed and manhandled to turn around “Why didn’t you tell me so?”
As he is gently turned on his belly, his hips canted up and legs splayed out, Nagi feels himself slipping in and out of a peculiar dizziness, question not fully registered. His whole body is reacting to Reo’s ministrations like a servant to a masters calling, and his mind reacts to the realization with poorly concealed enthusiasm, trying to keep him as pliant as possible while Reo mounted him like a damn dog. Not a single alarm was raised when Reo begun slowly humping him, the outline of his hard cock creating delicious friction against his ass as their thin pajama pants got in the way of a more heated sensation. The position fanned the flames on his skin, a delirious thought telling him that if Reo looked like a dog willing to go that far in a shared room, then Nagi must be something akin his bitch in heat. He really must be sick if the idea of getting defiled like this turned him on even more.
Throaty gasps right besides his ear, hot breath against his neck, the warmth of Reo’s body as well as his precise movements were all making Nagi’s legs start to shake with weakness. He tried getting up on his elbows, calling the other’s name. He didn’t even know if he wanted Reo to stop whatever he was doing or why he felt the need to call out to him, but it was as if Reo was a step ahead like always. The other boy’s hands left their previous place to grab his forearms and rise them above his head. The movement had him arching his back further, effectively getting Nagi in the most humiliating position he remembers ever being on: face down, ass up while he had someone he knew and trusted with his life and more rub themselves against him with such strength and intent it almost felt like a mock fuck. Airy gasps is all he manages as his body once again relaxes into Reo’s vision.
A precise thrust has him letting out a whine so high he’s worried Reo will tease him for it, but all that follows is teeth clamping down his neck while the thrusting get harsher and quicker than before. The hard tip of Reo’s clothed shaft touches his rim in one thrust, and the possibility has him whitening out, staining his pijamas and instinctually arching his back and bringing his ass towards Reo, seeking to prolong the sensation.
His own panting and heartbeats are all that he gets to hear for a while as he comes down from the most delicious high, and he barely gets to feel himself being turned on his back and off his pants with such speed he almost wanted to open his eyes to see what kind of face Reo might be making. Did Reo come? Was he always capable of being so rough? Would his friend chide him for not wearing boxers? He hoped he would, his disappointed voice was really hot.
His eyes do shoot open when he feels wet movement on a nipple to find Reo’s gaze dark and predatory on him, mouth sucking on his chest and tongue insistently playing with a nub while his deft fingers played with the other, pulling and watching raptured as Nagi gasps and starts squirming away from the overwhelming sensation. Reo’s free hand comes to curve around his neck, the tips of his fingers barely applying any pressure around his throat. Nagi understands the underlying threat and tries his best to calm down as he feels his previously flaccid member start kicking again.
When both rosy nubs feel like they’ve been rubbed raw, Reo rises just enough to lower himself down Nagis body and palms his now weeping cock. Nagis interests peaks as hot breath reaches him right where he feels he needs it most, and immediately finds himself lost as Reo keeps going lower. The surprise has him sobering up, thoughts coming back to him at full force, and he tries closing his legs, unsure as to how far he can allow this to go when they’re both in a bad place friendship wise. He sure doesn’t care about his erection, he usually lets those go away by themselves. But Reo uses both hands to open Nagi’s legs back up, pushing them against his chest and forcing Nagi to present himself.
“Reo” his voice sounds too far away, his mind trying to slip back into a dazed state as a rare rational thought does it’s best to seek his attention. Nagi’s mind holds onto the last string of reason he finds, unsure of how to voice his doubts outside of a weak “You don’t need to do this”
Reo doesn’t meet his eyes as he guides Nagi’s trembling hands from holding onto the sheets to hold his own legs, and his silky hair frames his flushed face when he settles back to break the last string that connected Nagi to his sanity.
“You don’t know for how long I’ve wanted to” a finger presses behind the base of his balls, a gutural groan ripped from his chest as Reo takes him down his throat all the way to the middle in one try, heat engulfing him in an indescribable manner. Reo’s finger start tapping insistently against a spot between his balls and his ass that make him jump each time, his back arching with the double stimulation and sending him down a spiral that had him letting out littles ah, ah, hm, R-Reo, ah! as his brain finished turning to mush. Reo’s tongue and left hand tried to compensate for not being able to go deeper, teasing his slit and alternating between sucking him off and mouthing at his balls, excess saliva mixed with precum tingling his crack and adding to the cacophony of sensations.
Nagi feels himself sweating, feels himself hyperaware of how sensitive he is, body heat rising in response to Reo’s sinful administrations and due to the embarrassment he finds himself swimming in that for some sick reason gets him even hotter and has him panting against the sheets. A touch past his crack has him turning his face front so quick he momentarily forgets where he is, the lewd vision of Reo chocking himself on his cock, tears spilling down his face as he massages a finger over his slicked asshole has him reeling, his erection throbbing and making Reo gag and pull out slowly.
“I can make you feel so good, baby, just trust me” with slightly shaky movements, Reo places a pillow under Nagi’s hips. Reo slides himself between his open legs and spreads his cheeks apart, the cold air hitting the drool and precum making him tense himself up when a shivers wracks his body. A more violent shivers seizes him when he feels something warm and wet at his entrance, the tip of a tongue circling it like it was asking for permission.
Nagi squirms as the tongue breaches him, wanting to crawl away but feeling strong hands grasping his ass in place while Reo buries his face on it, tongue working it’s way in and out of his body and making the sloppiest and dirtiest noises that have Nagi blushing harder, blood filling his face and his cock. Reo’s hand goes to grasp at his forgotten erection, tugging harshly and intermittently from the awkward angle, the mixture of sensations frying Nagi’s brain as he feels digits entering him alongside Reo’s warm tongue.
The other must be paying really close attention to him, because at Nagi’s scrunched up face, Reo rises himself and takes him back in his mouth, velvety heat surrounding him when a second finger makes its way right next to the first, using the slick already gathered to moisten his insides. It was too much. The sensation of intentional probing, digits pushing at his walls and bumping against a spot that has his head spinning and his painfully hard erecting kicking wildly. Nagi whines desperately as the heat in his stomach remains dangerously close to unraveling, dazed enough to drop the last of his reserves.
“Reoo” Reo’s heavy gaze sets on him once more, cheeks flushed and mouth full of Nagi’s cock “please, I- fuck, ple-”
His body trembled as Reo thrusts his fingers harder, legs shaking as he tried to hold onto them despite the impulse to just trash away from the overwhelming pleasure. It only takes seconds for him to start panting loudly and he’s about to tether over the edge when the fingers leave his hole abruptly, loud squelch not covering the small cry of frustration. Nagi feels a couple of tears rolling down his cheeks as he tries to push his ass up and down in search of any friction.
Reo rises on his knees above Nagi, smirk cruel and lips shiny as he tugs his pants down, his already flushed cock bobbing free. Nagi’s mind is gone at that point, and he stares unabashedly as Reo fists his own erection slowly, beads of precum glistening out of the top before they’re added to the sticky mess coating the entire length.
Reo’s eyes are fixed on his hole, and Nagi is about to start begging for real when the other comes forward to manhandle him into turning around again, and it makes him feel like an inflatable doll, being thrown into different positions so carelessly. He doesn’t get to think further as he feels Reo teasing the head of his stiff cock over his abused rim, an embarrassing mewl ripped out of his chest as it goes in, in, in with little pulses until he feels so unbelievably full. His hole spasms from the unfamiliarity of the intrusion, like his own body was split between sucking Reo in or pushing him out.
Reo forces his way in, hips nestling so close he could feel pubes on his cheeks, and Nagi feels his brain turning liquid with the weight of the moment. The warmth inside him has him realizing Reo didn’t put on a condom, where would he even find one. The messy slide in his virgin insides get wetter with the other’s fluids. When Nagi’s head starts spinning again, a hand pushes his chest down until his arms collapse beneath him and then he’s being held by the waist as Reo pulls out slowly, carefully, and slams himself back in, ripping a scream out of him. He feels Reo spit at his hole, saliva mixing inside of him and his hips jerk up as Reo brushes past the spot that makes him moan loudly, walls twitching and back arching further, wanting nothing more than to entice Reo to carve a place for himself in his body that never faded. Desperate for it.
“You were made for me” the quick tempo was turning his head dangerously dizzy and the knowledge that Reo was trying his damned best to pleasure him had him feeling like he was floating. Reo’s words barely registering beyond the meaning they carried “Why would I ever worry about you leaving me again if you’ll come back crawling anyways”
“I didn’t crawl back” he gasps, fighting to get the words out “I- I needed you and you were there for me” like now, he wanted to say. The pounding slowed down, becoming deeper as Reo tried to carve a space for himself in his body. Nagi felt adrenaline rushing into his system as he throws the next words like they’ve been ripped out of him “Maybe t-the one that’s been ah- been crawling behind someone else is y-you.”
All pleasure stopped as Reo pulled himself out harshly, the immediate loss of contact alerting Nagi of the line he had crossed by following his impulses. He lifted his head around, saw Reo’s wide eyes shining and almost bursted a half assed apology. But Nagi had finally gotten rid of the pressure in his chest that had been bothering him for months. He remained quiet.
“You self-centered brat” Reo’s hand buried itself in Nagi’s hair, grasping tightly and pulling roughly to the side before pushing him back towards the mattress, his mouth coming right besides his ear “Is that what had you motivated the entire time?” The aggression in his voice stirred heat in his abdomen, Nagi’s fast huffing hitching for a second as Reo pulled his hair tighter.
“Was the idea of me bending myself over backwards for you what got you going?” he tried turning his head back, a denial on his lips abandoned as Reo didn’t leave him space to speak “I cared after you, I fed you, I bathed you, I clothed you. I cared for you, Nagi” wet drops fell on his cheek, and the realization that Reo was crying had his dick twitching and dripping on the sheets, thankfully hidden from the view of the other. But Reo must know him a little too well, the other’s dry laugh making it clear he knew how Nagi felt.
“What a piece of shit you are” Reo looks at him, searching for something surely important while all Nagi can think is some iteration of if i’m so bad then do something about it. He wants Reo to keep talking to him like that, wants him to do something, anything as long as they finally dissolve the tension that’s been following them since the second selection. Wanting to tell the other all of this with the least amount of words possible, Nagi looks at Reo through half lidded eyes, a small and embarrassingly whiny “Please, Reo” goes out like a prayer, meaning Please, take me back, fully, forever, no resistance. I will do anything, everything else that comes after this, just take the first step. He tries a bit harder with an “I need you.”
Reo, beautiful, perceptive Reo, gets all of it, face lightening up in understanding and face blushing slightly. He looked heavenly, shy from the intensity of Nagis feelings, unspoken confession hanging in the air between them. Nagi is always left breathless in the face of the others disposition to adapt and change, expressive face going through many emotions until it settles on the one he needs, words and tone aligned perfectly with the next masterful act. Nagi didn’t know nor cared for how mundane anything Reo did was, but it was the fact that it was Reo doing it, with all the grace of an orchestrator and the confidence of an emperor, that had Nagi following wordlessly behind him on the stage and hanging on to his every word.
“I’ve really spoiled you too much for you to talk to me like that and expect me to get you off” Reo’s hand roughly kneads his ass, thumb dangerously close to his crack as Nagi’s throat let’s out a small whine at the comment. A beat of silence. The hand leaves it’s place and Nagi mourns the loss of contact before theres a resounding slap and he feels a sting on his ass as Reo’s hand makes contact suddenly. Nagi jumps forward as he gasps out of surprise, dripping, and there’s no time to decide how he feels as Reo hits the same spot again, and again, and again.
“Wait, Reo-“ His body is hot all over, trembling with something that has him arching his back even more, hot shame unfurling from his groin all the way to his throat as it left his body as low whimpers.
“You can act all tough for as long as you want, puppy” Reo stays silent and Nagi gets some beats to recover before a hit so violent it pushes him forward has him screaming, ass overly sensitive as his legs stop supporting his position and he plops down. Reo mounts him like an animal, stiff cock rubbing against the affected spot before he positions himself against his entrance “We both know you are dying for this, so be a good slut and take it.”
Reo slams in and starts a deep, fast rhythm that has Nagi crying out and grasping at the sheets above his head. His own erection is trapped between his body and the mattress, untouched and barely feeling any friction. Like this, Nagi can focus on how Reo’s order affects his brain, as he starts canting his hips back each time he knows a thrust is coming, listening to a voice from some hidden part of his memories as he tries to tighten his hole each time Reo pushes himself in. Reo grunts the first time he does it, rhythm faltering before he fucks him harder, faster while Nagi whimpered like a dog. Each rough drag against his sensitive walls, each heavy grunt on his ear was tearing him apart, pulling at the threads holding him together, but it was inescapable. Obscene moans pour out of his lips unrestrained, delirious and out of himself enough to not think of anything besides Reo’s cock inside of him.
“My baby looks so hot like this” the whiplash of hearing Reo insult him and then praise him overwhelms him, feeling the others cock going deeper and deeper had him keening “Such a good, pliant pussy made just for me to use.”
Nagi’s tears flow freely, his own hips canting back and pushing down to hump the mattress. The sounds filling the room are embarrassingly lewd, the feeling of Reo’s spent getting pushed out of his ass and dripping down his leg. He has never felt like this, not even close, and as high cries leave him uncontrollably, he thinks he really was made for Reo’s pleasure, to take his cock deep in his belly and nestle it there, never having another choice but to take it.
“Plea— please, fuck” those words turned his brain to cotton, anguished thin whines pouring out in the most pathetic way possible “hhnnn, use me, come inside me, please please ple—hmmmph” Reo covered his mouth roughly, breath shaky behind his ear.
“Aw, baby, fleshlights don’t get to talk” deep grinding against that heavenly spot had him seeing stars with each push, eyed rolling back as he was filled to the brim “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you in” Reo lifted his weight onto Nagi’s back, gravity and his sinful movement forcing every inch of cock deep inside his ass “You won’t ever get another chance to forget who” thrust “you” thrust “belong” he rolled his hips inside one, two, three times “to.”
Reo stilled deep inside of him for a moment , heat flooding him as if he was being pissed in. The feeling of being marked had him tensing all over, whining as he came again with quick spasms throughout his body. He could hear the loud squelching with each additional roll, Reo’s twitching balls seemingly trying to get inside of him too.
Laying like this, pressed to the bed by Reo’s weight over him, bodies still undulating together as if neither of them wanted the moment to end, Nagi felt complete again.
As the other pulls himself out and drops besides him, Nagi turns on his side and catches Reo wiping his eyes and keeping them closed, shaky puffs of breath leaving in forcibly controlled counts. With his heart clenching, he attempts to finds decent enough words to calm the other boy. He gives up less than a minute in.
“That bad, huh” still floating, Nagi just lets his instincts do the talking for him.
Reo covers his face with both hands “I might never stop thinking about it.” comes a muffled response. The heavy silence is broken again shortly after “It seems like I did everything and it still feels like you’ve ruined me.”
A low hum comes out of him “I kinda feel like that, too” a small smile forming on his face as the other peeks between his fingers “In case that’s of any help” he think for a second “Not the first part, I felt like a rag doll the whole time.”
Reo brings his hands under his face, cushioning it above the pillow, and as his silky hair stick messily on his skin, Nagi has the overbearing feeling that nothing quite as fascinating as the boy in front of him will ever get to exist again.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Nagi” Eyebrows creased, Reo can’t even look him in the eyes.
“What happened to training me and breaking me in?” Nagi has already studied Reo’s face a thousand times over, but a quick review feels necessary “I was looking forward to that.”
Reo finally looks over to find Nagi’s gaze already set on him “That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it” Well, Nagi knows now. “I just don’t think I can risk it.”
“Then I will continue to do it, if that’s what you’re worried about” he responds immediately, blinking slowly to try to capture the seriousness of his words.
“Such a selfish brat” some fondness bleed into the words “and you would be smart to do so.” Reo turns on his back and stares straight ahead “No one else will embarrass themselves in order to care for you the way I do.”
“That’s fine,” he gets comfortable on his side, staring carefully as he drops the next statement “I only need Reo.”
Reo’s laugh really was something else, even when tears poured out of tightly closed eyes.
He knew a few spoken words might let the other rest more at ease, but old habits die hard, and he didn’t want to risk losing Reo right now. With a promise to himself to prove Reo how wrong he is in whatever assumption that’s hurting him this badly, Nagi lets his eyes close and waits to fall into a dreamless asleep, heart blooming with warmth as the last thing he registers is a hand resting softly against his cheek.