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Hifumi and Doppo share a moment together following the conclusion of the First Division Rap Battle. Doppo feels nervous and introspective about the experience while Hifumi feels.. unsurprisingly calm.

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“So.. How do we, uh.. Start—?” Is what Doppo breaks the silence with. It’s clear that he hopes that Hifumi is more helpful than he imagines he is.

Hifumi sits on his hotel room’s allotted bed. For a location sponsored by the government it seems surprisingly comfortable. The pillows are silk-covered and the sheets themselves are soft and keep the cool air thankfully out. Doppo hadn’t been one to typically get many hours of plentiful rest in his day-to-day life. Today, though, he was on vacation. Doppo would be fueled by only /passive/ worrying about his job operating without his constant peddling of overtime. The lights in the hotel room were dimmed and it’s only truly because of that fact that Doppo is able to take notice of how the moonlight peaking through the window seems to almost illuminate and adorn Hifumi in various shades of blues and whites. If he didn’t think he was beautiful before; he definitely thinks so now. Ethereal was all he could think of.

“Well.. Did you want to be on the top, or bottom—?” Hifumi asks, and almost cringes at the fact that those words have to leave his lips. He doesn’t want to assume Doppo one way or another. Hifumi’s careful hands drift up to his treasured blazer. A moment later and it’s stripped off. Folded neatly next to Hifumi on the edge of the bed. He stands back up and brings it along. He proceeds to thoughtfully hang it up in the hotel’s closet. The room’s entrance is locked and it would be nothing short of paranoid for either of the pair to genuinely believe that they’ll be having any company arriving. At least until breakfast with Jakurai tomorrow.

Doppo hadn’t anticipated how lewd Hifumi’s question would sound emerging from his lips until it had already been passed into the air. He felt nothing short of silly. Like a stupid virgin who blushed and grew shy at the mere mention or notion of sexual interaction in any regard. He hated how the simple question regarding his preferences left him feeling severely under-developed romantically and socially. Doppo deeply regretted not having any true “game” up until now. His first real.. /whatever/ he and Hifumi had, by the ripe age of thirty. Nothing more, nothing less. If it wasn’t such horrible timing he almost would’ve facepalmed in embarrassment at his abysmal lack of carnal knowledge. Doppo wondered to himself if Hifumi felt the same way. Was he freaking out too and just better at hiding such reactions?

Doppo figured he had sat in silence for too long. He didn’t want to make Hifumi uncomfortable or embarrassed by his own silence after the question. He began to think deeply on the matter, not wanting to give a bad answer.

What would Hifumi want—? Was he the dominant type? Sure, Doppo had seen him behave romantically with women before. Charismatic and confident, not allowing himself to be pushed around and almost playing firmly into the masculine ideals that most regulars at Fragrance craved and subconsciously pushed onto the blond. Was that truly him, though? Doppo recalled their countless times spent lounging at the house. With nobody around, Hifumi almost reverted into a maternal role. Being more generally submissive. Doing the laundry, cleaning, cooking, things typically associated with a woman. Was it bad to assume that followed to the bedroom? In that case, Hifumi was a bottom? Doppo mentally cringed again at the term-usage. What other thirty year olds were debating their friend’s sexual preference while in a hotel room, moments before.. God knows what.

“I’ll be on top.” Is what Doppo breaks the tension in the room by saying. Hifumi doesn’t seem too nervous, allowing Doppo to have as much time as he needs to thoroughly think about any aspect of their current entanglement. The blond nods along as Doppo makes his choice. Between Doppo and the bed rests Hifumi. Their slight height difference causes Hifumi to slightly glance down to make eye contact. Doppo feels his whole body is on high alert. There’s a small bit of himself that can’t help but be absolutely thrilled. The anticipation almost kills him as he stands idly next to his best friend— waiting for some kind of direction or inquiry.

Doppo’s gaze flicks around. From the floor, where it stays the longest, to Hifumi, before deflecting and landing firmly on the bed behind the blond. He feels suddenly ripped from all of his thoughts as he feels a pair of arms loop around the back of his neck and scoop around. In a swift moment, he finds a pair of lips connecting with his. Hifumi’s lips. Hifumi’s lips are pressed to his and the blond is genuinely kissing him. The salaryman flinches hurriedly in surprise— but not the negative kind. Nothing like that, in fact. Doppo felt his body stirring in sorts of all good ways. Fireworks bursting in his soul, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and almost all of the rest of those cheesy metaphors he had read online when he was younger and attempting to research what the appeal of romance was. His eyes gently close as he goes to embrace the affection he was feeling. His hands feel awkward just.. sitting there. Doppo decided to go with wrapping them around Hifumi’s rather narrow waist.

The kiss is nothing short of fantastic to the shorter of the pair. It easily would rank at the top— if there was much of a list to be had in the first place. Some secrets were meant to be saved until one was buried. This was just something he’d gladly take along with him to his coffin. Doppo would scarcely confess to anyone that he had not had his first kiss by the age of nearly-thirty. It felt embarrassing. Humiliating. He was sure if he had told anyone aside from Hifumi, they’d be guaranteed to laugh at him. The last thing the redhead needed was more ways he was behind his peers and age demographic.

It’s mere moments later when Doppo feels himself lose his footing. Typically, he’d be one fearful of such an act. The very last thing he anticipated was to *fall* in the middle of attempting to have sex with his best friend of nearly 20 something years. Though, despite his fright, it seems entirely not-matched by the blond. The edges of Hifumi’s lips gently turn into a small and mischievous smile as he finds Doppo on top of him— straddling him into position. Suddenly the situation felt a bit too real for Doppo and the crushing realization of what was going on began to truly hit him. He hadn’t even previously had time to truly realize how warm his face was. God, this was embarrassing. He hadn’t hurt Hifumi during the fall, had he—? Doppo felt so humiliated by it all. By needing to be told what to do, by stumbling into the kiss, by falling unceremoniously onto the bed and using his friend to break his fall.

“Earth to Doppo-mine~?” Is what breaks the crushing and antagonizing silence that had previously taken up quite a good deal of space in the quaint hotel really only meant for one in the first place. By the time the pair land comfortably on the bed, Hifumi’s tie is thoroughly pulled off and the blond is left simply in the remnants of his outfit. His vest and his tie remain messily discarded elsewhere. Doppo truthfully realizes how overdressed he is. In an attempt to make Hifumi feel not-so-underdressed, he quickly makes haste in removing his jacket and tossing it behind him. Lord knows if the blond’s outfit can be on the floor as expensive as it is then surely Doppo’s jacket can as well. Doppo nods as he looks back to his lover lying below him. A shaken hand ran through crimson-colored locks. A couple of deep breaths later and he finds himself once-again stable.

Doppo finds himself able to crawl upon the bed the pair share. Hifumi began to work on stripping on his shirt, messily undoing the buttons before flesh was on full display. Hifumi is toned. Considerably more than the salaryman, with gentle contours appearing around all of the right places. Doppo’s eyes, though, can’t help but drift to a pair of matching bar-like piercings upon the other’s chest. He feels himself utterly stunned to silence, before attempting to entirely brush it off and allow his mind sanctity by simply not addressing such. Surely it didn’t mean anything. It was selfish to assume this was Hifumi’s very first time, too. Still, he kept his eyes forced down. It felt rude to stare at them.

“Did they.. Um.. Hurt—?” He asked in an attempt to break the silence. He feels awkward *not* commenting on them and feels as if an off-handed question is what could comfortably break the ice beginning to form in the room— in the bed. Hifumi’s reply is extremely far from what he was expecting.

“Not really.. Did’ja, like, wanna feel them—? Getting them pierced kinda, like, made them more sensitive ☆.” He hummed with a comfortable nod, Doppo understanding the message the blonde was attempting to send— loud and clear. He moved over. Hands shaking, nervously, he attempted to survey the other’s smooth body. They run up the taller boy’s sides before settling on the other’s chest, gently massaging at the other’s chest and nipples. The pads of his thumbs feel around and attempt to gauge for a reaction that would serve Hifumi the utmost pleasure. He struggled, hoping he was doing everything right before..

Hifumi allows a small huff to evade his lips at the sudden attention applied to (arguably) the most sensitive part of his body. The host struggled against the sudden wave of bliss, enjoying the pleasure but not wanting to be too loud in his savoring. They had next door neighbors. With the way the hotel had set up rooms, there was a very good chance one of them had a chance of being a future opponent. The very last thing Hifumi wanted was to open the potential embarrassment that was getting called out on his bedding habits by someone like Gentaro or Samatoki. Doppo felt his mood perk up at the sight of, what he could only assume, was a positive reaction from his partner.

“Do-ppo—!” Hifumi hums out, calling for the other’s attention as he gently attempts to halt his hips in the small bucking they pursue. Doppo immediately looked over, before Hifumi encouraged him further. “If you want, you can—! Uh.. Put your—“ A break as he takes a deep inhale after a specific movement causes him to shiver, “You can put your mouth on them~♪. Please.” He continues to hum away, his hands gripping into the sheets below as Doppo attempts to reposition himself; double (and even triple) checking if it’s truly what the blond wants him to do. He takes the advice and goes for it. One hand attends to the blond’s left side, massaging and gently pulling at it, while his mouth finds itself sucking on the other’s chest. His gaze can’t help but keep glancing up to Hifumi; making sure the other was properly enjoying the actions being taken.

It’s nothing short of a success the entire time. Hifumi’s full-on moaning, his body gently arched as he finds himself even tossing his head to the side, drinking in all of the bountiful pleasure overwhelming his body. He’s flustered and Doppo can tell just based solely on his breathing and temperature that he’s clearly getting worked up. A bit of pride blooms in his chest as he tries to memorize the sight before him. He’ll be needing it when requiring motivation to get through another particularly annoying chunk of overtime at work.

The hopeful gasps and heavy breaths break the silence once again with something much more lewd than Doppo had anticipated from the taller of the pair.

“… Did you, um, bring..—?” He asks, tilting his head as if anticipating Doppo to put two and two together. He doesn’t. “Y’know..? Condoms—? Unless you wanted to do it like.. Without that.” Hifumi finds himself admittedly a bit shy at the suggestion of Doppo Kannonzaka, his best friend, fucking him without any semblance of protection. Sure, it was his first time, but that was why condoms were especially needed, right—? The last thing the blond wanted was to set him up in the future for horrible habits in the bedroom department. The light in Doppo’s head went off as he quickly understood what was being asked. Not wanting to drag on the embarrassment or leave Hifumi to get up and fetch one himself, he hurriedly reached into his back pocket, fumbling with his leather wallet before procuring a single condom with a some-what confident expression. If nothing else, Jakurai was a great doctor when it came to keeping his patients safe. He’d have to thank him another day for his help in these situations.

Hifumi began to unzip his jeans, sliding them off before he’s simply left standing in his boxers. The blond tossed them over to the rest of his clothes; now lingering in some assorted pile in the room. After a bunch of questions, positioning, and acquiring a thankfully-provided bottle of lube stored in the nightstand, the pair found themselves almost flush together. Hifumi stripped bare, with Doppo merely taking off his dress-pants and staying in his boxers, choosing to work around them. The last thing he wanted was for the other to have to deal with staining on his work clothes. If his co-workers saw him with a stain or smelled him covered in the distinct scent of sex Doppo wasn’t quite sure what he’d do with himself. That was, if his boss didn’t fire him immediately. He’d mentally groan at the simple thought. It seemed like work would seep into every facet of his life. Even here.

Doppo’s hand nervously held onto Hifumi’s own as he gently guided himself inside the blond below. Their finger’s intertwine and Hifumi spares a small smile of assurance. Upon feeling the blond’s hand, there’s a sense of calm that rolls over his body. Never in a million years had he anticipated he’d be where he was. After the pair had been through together, it truly seemed as if there wasn’t anything that could come between their bond. Doppo felt himself grow comfortable in the new environment of sex, thankful it’s with his best friend— Hifumi and nobody else.

The redhead feels himself gently push into the blond below him. The other takes a breath through his beautifully-soft lips as Doppo attempts to maintain his composure and not immediately cum. He had only brought one condom and didn’t want to embarrass Hifumi by not pleasuring him, too. It just… Felt wrong. As he felt himself fully sank into the blond, there was a stillness as Hifumi grew adjusted to the sudden feeling. Melodic whimpers and whines evaded his friend’s lips as Doppo glanced over. A couple of moments later Hifumi gave him the sign to move.

“Fuck, Hifumi—!” Doppo hissed, his hips slowly begin bucking into Hifumi as gently as he could muster while maintaining the friction. A pace slowly begins to build that’s quite indicative of his inexperience in the act. Hifumi moans and hums with every thrust only persuading him closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Hifumi’s spare hand runs to his own neglected dick, stroking it with every attentive thrust his lover manages to send his way. A couple more and Doppo finds himself nearing the edge, with one particular thrust causing the salaryman to hold Hifumi close, cumming in the process. He feels embarrassed for releasing so soon. That is, however, until he notices Hifumi speeding his strokes up; even going so far as to release soon after. The air feels heavier than normal and Hifumi feels himself caked with a disgusting amount of sex-scented sweat. As soon as Doppo pulled out and stripped off the condom Hifumi scooted up towards the middle of the bed. His back laid flat. The host’s legs gently shook, so much pleasure at once sending him past his usual intake. Doppo can’t help but worry for his friend. Fear set in as he attempted to confront whatever he had done. His lips immediately melt into a frown.

“.. Are you okay—?! I didn’t hurt you, did I—? Fuck! I’m so sorry.. Can I get you something—? Water? A towel? I’m so sorry, Hifumi! If you want to stop and never do this again I get it! I’m so, so sorry!” He huffed; more nervous than reasonably so. There were a couple moments of silence before Hifumi gently pulled Doppo over, causing him to land flat on the bed next to him. Despite their obvious differing levels of dress— Hifumi nude and Doppo wearing his boxers, button-down, and tie, Hifumi reached over, pulling the shorter of the pair into a light and comfortable embrace. Words weren’t exchanged, but Doppo felt the hug admittedly calm him down.

Shortly thereafter, Doppo re-dressed and excused himself to his room; Hifumi chose to take a bath before heading to bed. The last thing he wanted was for someone to come into Doppo’s empty room and ask too many questions. Chuohku was not the place for potential blackmail to occur. Well, more than already had. Doppo couldn’t help but find himself, for the first time in a while, being genuinely happy for the next day. Despite the misery that came with an office-worker lifestyle, there were silver-linings here and there. One of those silver-linings happened to be a blond by Hifumi Izanami and.. Doppo was safe to say that the silver lining outweighed office-work 100-to-1.