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Tohru didn’t have many friends.
This was, however, entirely due to a lack of trying. His parents had always expected one thing from him, and that was perfect grades in order to get into the perfect university that would land him the perfect job after graduation. Simple, really. School had never been and still wasn’t that hard. Tohru managed to get into Tokyo University easily— almost comically easy, really— and his graduation date was already set in stone for the following year.
It wasn’t that Tohru believed himself better than the people around him, though he wouldn’t argue against the sentiment. He just preferred to spend time with books and calculators instead of gossipy girls who wore too much make-up or jocks with no more than two thoughts in their head at a time.
And then there was Souji. He liked spending time with Souji.
The kid was a whopping ten years his junior, only twelve against Tohru’s twenty-two. From what Tohru gathered, Souji came from wealthy parents with too much time on their hands but none to give their only son. Naturally, to make up for a lack of affection, they put as much academic pressure on Souji as Tohru’s parents put on him. Of course, Tohru was only guessing from the few conversations they had. Souji really only ever mentioned how strict his parents were about his school work and extracurriculars in passing, as if the subject made him uncomfortable.
Tohru could sympathize a little. He caught the kid at a bookstore one evening all by himself, after all. Not an adult in sight as he reached for a book on a shelf that was just a little too high for him, straining on his tippy-toes. Tohru allowed himself to admire the creamy skin of his legs in his uniform shorts for a few moments before plucking the book off the shelf.
The pink flush on the kid’s cheeks was something Tohru wouldn’t forget any time soon. He gave an easy smile, the charming one he used on his professors. “This the one you were reaching for?”
Souji quickly nodded, giving a little bow as he murmured a “thank you, sir,” and Tohru decided he liked hearing that word leave his little mouth. In fact, he decided he liked the boy right then and there. Convincing him to spare a few minutes every other afternoon wasn’t hard, either. All Tohru really had to do was offer a snack and some company.
Souji, Tohru realized after some time, was desperate for attention.
The kid was cute, too. Curious about anything and everything. Loved to ask questions about how things worked, what college was like, what Tohru wanted to be when he grew up. When he told Souji that he was studying to be a police officer, he beamed so bright Tohru almost winced.
“Just like my uncle!” He said, swinging his legs excitedly on the park bench they often frequented. “He’s a detective. Not here, though. He lives in another town.”
“It really isn’t anything special…” said Tohru.
“Your job is to help people and stop the bad guys. I think that’s special.”
He really was too innocent for his own good. It almost made Tohru think twice about spending so much time with him.
“What about you, Sou-chan?” asked Tohru, trying to steer the conversation away from his career choices. Explaining the intricacies of the Japanese justice system wasn’t exactly his idea of a fun afternoon. “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”
Tohru watched him bite his bottom lip with his teeth. “I don’t know yet. Maybe a teacher. I like helping my friends with their homework.”
Helpful and dutiful to a fault. Tohru was sure he’d make a great teacher. Not that he particularly cared. Souji could have said he wanted to be an engineer and Tohru would still nod and praise him for it, because boy if Souji didn’t get a kick out of being told he did a good job.
“Teaching would be fun.” Agreed Tohru, stretching an arm across the back of the bench. Souji, whether aware of his actions or not, scooched closer towards Tohru. The pair didn’t paint an odd picture— in fact, to anyone else, Tohru just looked like a kind older brother spending time with his kid brother at the park before heading home. “I think you’d be good at it.”
“Really?”
“Sure. You’re smart, and nice. I bet you’re popular with your classmates, too.”
Souji’s cheeks were tinted pink. He squirmed just the slightest against Tohru’s side. “I don’t think I’m that popular. I move a lot, so I can’t ever really… make friends.”
Tohru wanted to laugh. The poor kid just couldn’t catch a break. Mommy and daddy didn’t pay attention to him, he had no real friends… if it were Tohru, he can’t say he wouldn’t run into some stranger’s arms, too.
Wasn’t he lucky he found Souji when he did.
“Well, I’ll be your friend,” He said, the corners of his lips twitching into a smile. “If you’d be alright with me, of course.”
Souji nodded a little too eagerly, pressing himself close to Tohru’s side to wrap his arms around his waist. His arms were so short they couldn’t even quite reach all the way around. “I already love spending time with you, Tohru -san. You’re like a big brother to me.”
Ah… he couldn’t help himself. The public bathrooms were just a short walk away.
“Say, Sou-chan,” says Tohru, “do you wanna play a game with me?”
The game was simple: be as quiet as possible.
Fortunately for them, not many people came to the park around this time of the afternoon, and less so to the bathrooms.
This ought to be an easy game to win if Tohru would keep his hands to himself. But Souji was too cute and too eager to impress, letting the man kiss him and pull his shorts down without so much as a squeak out of his mouth.
As much as Tohru wanted to take his time, he knew the kid had to be back at his own home by the time the sun went down. Taking Souji apart piece by piece would have to come later— Tohru was too addled by his flushed cheeks and stupid doe eyes to wait any longer.
He pushed Souji down against the toilet set, tugging his underwear down to pool at his ankles with his uniform shorts. Souji, at least somewhat aware that they were not supposed to be doing this, shook his head and pulled his shirt down in an attempt to cover up.
Tohru clicked his tongue, frowning. “This is part of the game, Sou-chan,” he said, voice low despite the bathroom being empty, “be good for me, won’t you?”
He was soft. Tohru wondered if he had ever thought to touch himself there or anywhere else, for that matter. Souji was a boy but he was soft like a girl, with milky white skin and a pretty pink flush on his chest and navel. His legs were to die for and his ass was a perfect fit in Tohru’s hands as he spread him, his little hole just as pink as the rest of him.
He was soft now but maybe with a little encouragement…
Souji’s hands flew to cover his own mouth when Tohru’s tongue laved over his hole. A squeak snuck out between his fingers and Tohru hummed against his skin, lips pressed against him as he tongued him open. He ought to pat himself on the back for convincing the kid this was a game. Souji would stay quiet and let Tohru play with him as much as he wanted because he wanted nothing more than to be a good boy for him, for anyone who would look his way.
Tohru’s pants were getting tighter by the second. There was something sweet about the way Souji tasted, his legs tense under Tohru’s grip. Virginal. Untouched and pure, a delicacy unlike anything he’s sampled before.
(Not that he’s sampled much else besides the occasional party girl. And they were quite occasional.)
It really was a shame Souji’s parents were expecting him back by sundown. Tohru could have eaten him out all evening if given the opportunity. He was trying his damndest not to make a peep, too. Tears were beginning to well up in his big puppy eyes and Tohru couldn’t help but mess with him a little, taking his cock in his hand to give a few strokes. Souji’s back arched and he shook his head furiously.
“Please, don’t,” he wept, struggling to keep his voice to a whisper, “I feel— It feels weird, Tohru-san, I think I might…”
“Oh? That’s odd,” Tohru feigned surprise, pulling his lips away from between his cheeks, a string of spit following his mouth, “This shouldn’t feel weird at all, Sou-chan. We’re only playing a game.”
The look Souji gave him was priceless. Somewhere between fearing for his life and ashamed beyond belief. He almost burst out laughing were it not for the fact that he was the hardest he’d ever been in his life and straining against his pants. Tohru needed to be inside his guts yesterday.
He licked his lips. “I can help you feel better, though,” he said, unbuckling his own belt to finally, finally pull himself out, “Just stay still for me. You can do that, right?”
And he wasn’t lying , he was going to make him feel better. Poor Souji was probably backed up, and has probably never cum in his life, but Tohru could fix that. He will fix it, all it was going to take was a little push —
Souji’s body seized like a vice at the intrusion. It was cute, really, seeing his eyes go wide and hot tears spill over his little cheeks, still round with fresh baby fat. Compared to his, Tohru’s dick must have looked like a monster. Something way too big for his little body to take, so big that it couldn’t possibly take it, but Tohru was nothing if not persistent. Souji was opened up well enough by Tohru’s tongue work, could have probably done even better with a finger or two, but he’d survive.
He had to. There was no way Tohru was letting him get away now. He’d turn him into his neglectful, absent parents by evening but until then, Souji was all his to rip and break and bruise.
Souji was gritting his teeth against the pain, and he really was being a champ about it. Tohru had to bite his own lip to keep from outright moaning like some virgin, from spilling inside before he even had any fun.
“Hurts!” Was all Souji could manage to wheeze, actually wheeze because Tohru’s cock must have knocked the wind right out of him. He was gripping the toilet seat beneath him so tight his knuckles were milk white.
But his dick was still very interested in what was happening to him. He was turning out to be a fun little toy. Tohru just had to thumb at the tip with his fingers, coax more sticky precum out of his slit, he just had to see his reaction. The pleasure blurring with pain until he couldn’t tell which was which.
“Don’t! Tohru-san—!”
Souji was really crying, now. Tohru barely cared, pulling back before ramming right into him again. This wasn’t about him, this was about Tohru getting his dick wet before fucking off from this kid for the day. This was about all those afternoons spent buttering the kid up finally paying off.
And it paid off, alright. Souji was so tight that he couldn’t really fit all the way inside of him. Not without seriously hurting himself or the kid, but he couldn’t go wrecking his new toy just yet. Where he did manage to reach may as well have been heaven, hot and wet and sucking him in like he didn’t want to let go. Souji was so small yet his body seemed to know just what it was made for.
“You’re losing the game, Sou-chan,” Tohru tutted. He said that, but he didn’t want him to stop crying. Souji looked sexy when he was scared, covered in pretty tears and snot. Such a kid. It drove Tohru crazy.
And little Souji didn’t know what was happening or why it was happening and that just made it all the more better. Still, he willed himself to stop the waterworks, to control the tremble in his lip and sit through the pain-pleasure wracking his body.
Still, Tohru wasn’t a complete monster. He worked Souji’s dick with his fingers like he worked himself, just not so rough. No, he was delicate handling his prick, had to be, since he was just a kid after all. Souji wasn’t some two-bit whore or party girl like Tohru had acquainted himself with. He was high-quality. A real diamond in the rough with how he was squeezing Tohru’s dick as hard as he was gripping the toilet seat.
“Can’t,” gasped Souji, eyes glassy and far away and he hadn’t even cum yet, “Can’t hold it, Tohru-san, something’s— something is coming out—”
Tohru really couldn’t help but laugh, gripping Souji’s dick tight at the base. “Go ahead, we’re in a bathroom. I won’t tell anyone.”
“No, no no no,” his mouth seemed stuck on the word no because that was the only thing coming out of it, the only word he could muster in the midst of the pain and confusion and pleasure prickling the pit of his belly that Tohru knew all too well. “Let me go, just— just let me go, Tohru-san—”
“You really gotta go that badly?” He was using that soft voice that got Souji to trust him in the first place, the one that practically lured him into his arms. It was comforting, being talked to like that. Tohru would know. He’d fallen for it when he was younger than Souji.
He shifted his hips just slightly. There was a spot inside of him that would fix everything. Make everything feel ten times better. Tohru pressed inside him a little further, stretched him out just a bit more, and he knew he was risking some damage but he needed to see Souji come undone. This perfect kid with an overwhelming appetite for attention dropped into his lap. So much like himself. He could see the appeal now, with fresh, adult eyes. This type was ripe for the picking.
Souji’s hands were pushing against his chest. There was no real force behind it because he was nearly gone, about to float away to cloud nine and he was using all of his strength to make every muscle in his body tense . Scrambling for a way to stay tethered to the ground.
And then Tohru managed to hit that special little spot inside of him and he wailed .
They were lucky that the public restrooms were empty at this time of day. Tohru didn’t want to even imagine what explanation he’d have to cook up if someone were to knock on their stall door and ask what their problem was. Some nosy parent and their nosier kid. Maybe he’d invite them in for a demonstration, give it a whirl if you really want to, Souji would love that, wouldn’t he?
The thought made him all the more excited. Souji could make him more than a quick buck. He was in that precious in-between stage where he still had all the soft flesh of a child, could even pass for a girl if he really tried, but was just on the verge of losing it all to puberty. He was practically at his purest right now, writhing in Tohru’s hands.
But that was it, wasn’t it— he was here, in Tohru’s hands. He wasn’t in anybody’s else’s and wouldn’t be, couldn’t be. This dumb, baby-faced little thing had to stay his.
Souji didn’t give any warning before his dick pulsed in Tohru’s hand. The mess that spurted onto his hand was a little weak, a little clear, and not very substantial, but Souji was wonderful. His back was arched, hips flush against Tohru’s after being stretched and torn apart to fit his cock, soiling his private academy uniform.
But he wasn’t lying, Tohru realized. He really did have to go. Souji had been so tense, cramped up like a goddamn shrimp, that he had probably been holding one other muscle in his belly.
And Tohru really couldn’t help but fuck with him a bit. It was a bit warmer compared to his cum, trickling down in a stream rather than in spurts. Tohru didn’t draw his hand away, still wrapped around his quickly softening cock while he watched like he was in a sick little trance. Souji was still so out of it, his body boneless against the porcelain bowl and Tohru’s body.
“Oh, Sou-chan, what a mess,” he chided, once the stream tapered off and he removed his wet-sticky hand, “All over your uniform! Your parents are going to be so upset.”
The mention of his parents seemed to knock some consciousness back into Souji’s mind. He blinked, as if trying to clear his vision, reaching out to grab at Tohru’s arms. Trying to re-stabilize himself, and he still reaches out for Tohru’s help to do so. He still trusts him.
Tohru takes advantage of his fucked out state to thrust into him shallowly. Just a little roll of his hips, enough to help him wake up and help Tohru along. It was becoming so hard to sit still.
“I wonder what they’ll have to say.” Tohru hummed, pulling Souji’s hips closer still. The kid only gasped, scrambling to grab onto Tohru’s sleeves in earnest. He was his only anchor, now. “You’re twelve and still having accidents like this.”
The tears were back— but they never really stopped, in the first place. These were fresh, though. His weeping was so enticing, so delicious that Tohru allowed himself to groan and moan all he wanted while he drove into him. He had half the mind to scoop his tears and add them to the cocktail on his fingers. Maybe he’d go back for seconds and eat Souji whole.
The kid would probably let him, too. Maybe put up more of a fight, say “no” a few times, but that was fine. Great, even. That got Tohru going. He liked his prey to have some kick to them. Not so much they made things difficult but just enough, just the perfect amount so he could put them in their place. But Souji knew his place already, didn’t he? Right here, in Tohru’s arms.
He didn’t even realize Souji was saying something until he felt his little hands ball into fists against his sleeves. “Don’t tell them,” he managed to say, words tripping over themselves just trying to get out, “Daddy would be so angry with me, please don’t.”
Glee filled Tohru up from the inside out. Souji often avoided the subject of his parents before but now— why, he looked just downright terrified of his daddy.
On the one hand, Tohru deeply empathized. His own father, scarce as he was in the picture, wasn’t exactly the most patient man. Or understanding, or child-oriented in any capacity. Not that Tohru feared for his life whenever he stepped into his home, but there were no warm, fuzzy feelings for the only man in his life.
That was just one hand. On the other…
This was turning out to be a rather indulgent day for Tohru. He simply couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help himself from dragging Souji to this bathroom, couldn’t help but push him down and tear him open, and now, he couldn’t help but fuck into him with everything he had.
It was just too fun, imagining what his father did to him to make him so afraid. Souji was already being neglected, left to his own devices for men like Tohru to find him, but what about his life in the domestic sphere? Did daddy have a short temper? Did he find solace at the bottom of a beer bottle, like Tohru’s? Or was he just a little too touchy, could never quite keep his hands off his own son, whose body put him under a spell so thick he couldn’t think twice about laying a hand on something so soft, so innocent?
Tohru wanted to know. He wanted to see .
But for now he was a little more than content with his fantasies. Tohru grit his teeth and clung to Souji’s little body as he came and came hard . The hardest he’s ever come in his life, all thanks to this cute kid he happened to meet at the bookstore.
And it flooded Souji’s insides like lava. He vaguely remembered the feeling, the warmth that threatened to melt his insides, some odd years ago. Souji was frozen in his arms, voice caught against his shirt but Tohru definitely heard him say something about feeling funny. It was hot, too hot, inside of him. Why was Tohru doing this, why, he thought they were friends.
Tohru almost didn’t want to pull out. Almost, but the need to see his mess leak out of his hole won out in the end. Souji shuddered as he eased out, slouched against the toilet seat as his legs lay open. A mixture of cum and blood pooled between them.
Souji really was wonderful. He wasn’t crying anymore, only sniffling every now and then. When he looked up at Tohru, his eyes were shiny and just as doe-like as before. The same ones that dragged Tohru deeper into him.
“Let’s play again tomorrow, Sou-chan,” said Tohru, ruffling the kid’s hair. Brushed it out of his eyes before gripping the back of his head to guide his lips towards his slick cockhead. “Don’t worry— we’ll keep it secret from your parents.”