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The paper strips on the metal fan guard move relentlessly. The window is half-open, yet it does nothing but to add more mugginess to the room.
Akihiko uses the hem of his shirt to cool his face, drops of sweat on his forehead. He sighs. It should be illegal to study during summer. He just wants to throw his math book into the air, tear all those papers full of formulas and numbers and god-knows-what and head to the local swimming pool.
He castes his eyes sideways.
Haruki is meticulously writing on his notebook, his pretty handwriting in black ink. Akihiko stares for a while, almost mesmerized by the elegant dance of that hand.
He rests his chin in the palm of his hand and blatantly gazes at him. He won’t stop until the other boy notices him.
They have been sitting at the same table for an ungodly amount of time. Akihiko swears he has almost lost sensitivity in his right foot, but it’s probably his slouched cross-legged sitting position to be blamed. His half of the desk is a mess of papers and open books. There are some pens scattered around, and some more in his pencil-case. Half of them is not even working anymore, but he never bothers to throw them away.
How can Haruki be so focused? He hasn’t tore his gaze away from his papers a single time ever since they have started their studying session for their exams.
It is his job as his boyfriend to let him take a break.
It is just for Haruki’s own good.
There’s no other reason.
“Haru?” he finally calls him.
“Hm?” Haruki replies absent-mindedly, his eyes barely leaving the half-filled page in front of him.
“You look really hot with glasses.”
It takes Haruki a few seconds for those words to sink in.
“W-what?” he asks, a visible blush spreading on his cheeks.
“I said you look really hot with glasses” Akihiko repeats. He knows Haruki heard him the first time already, but loves teasing him.
Haruki fumbles with the pen in his hands and mutters something unintelligible. “What are you talking about?” he adds under his breath, embarrassment all over his blushing face.
Akihiko chuckles and draws his chair closer, so that their legs are touching. He lifts a hand to play with some honey strands.
“How can you be so hot and cute at the same time?” he asks in a serious tone, as if it were a question that didn’t let him sleep at night. He is talking so close to Haruki’s ear, that he can see him shudder at his words. “Seriously, you make me want to kiss you all nice and soft, but I also want to do a lot of dirty things to you.”
His voice is purposefully low now, so that he can get the expected reaction from Haruki.
The pen he was fidgeting with falls with a soft thud on the ground and his face gets red till the tip of his ears.
Akihiko closes the distance between them, brushing his lips against Haruki’s neck. He doesn’t care any longer if it's mid-summer and they are both sticky and sweaty. He sucks on his skin gently, careful not to leave any visible sign.
That would be awkward to explain the next day in class.
“We should study” Haruki interrupts him, voice far from being convincing.
“Yeah, we should.”
“Exams are in two days. I need to focus.”
“Oh, sorry, am I distracting you?” he asks without the slightest hint of regret, giving him one more kiss at the base of the ear. “I’ll stop then.”
Akihiko decides for a change of strategy. He pulls back from his neck, distances from Haruki and goes back to his books. He then pretends to be focused on his study by scribbling some numbers on his papers. He mindlessly spins a pen between his fingers, a habit he recently got since he started playing the drums.
It’s just a game of push and pull.
Haruki looks at him dumbfounded. He wasn’t really expecting the other to give up so soon. He stares at him for a few seconds, but says nothing.
Akihiko can feel his gaze on his face.
“Hm? Wanna say something?” he asks, innocently munching on the cap of his pen. He wonders if Haruki will muster up the courage to say his thoughts out loud, but the boy just shakes his head and goes back to his papers.
Akihiko discreetly follows his movements with the corner of his eye. His shy boyfriend is fidgeting with his pen and hasn’t written anything for the last five minutes.
“Can’t focus anymore?” he teases again. “Are you thinking about me?”
Once again, a lively pink colour rises in his cheeks. In front of that grinning expression, he can’t do anything but nod with an adorable pout on his lips.
Akihiko moves closer for the second time. As his fingers are grazing on his nape, as light as a feather, he feels Haruki shivering under his touch. He lightly chuckles. “If you want me to kiss you, you just have to say so” he breathes against his ear, leaning so close the sweet scent of his shampoo tickles his nose.
He rests his fingers on Haruki’s cheek as he presses their lips together. Haruki’s lips are always so soft and silky, Akihiko is pretty sure he must be using a lip balm.
Haruki tilts his head on one side and gently wraps his hand on Akihiko’s forearm as to emphasize the connection between them.
Akihiko wants to tease him a little more, so he opens his mouth as if he wanted to increase the intensity of the kiss, but then pulls back. He almost lets out a soft laugh when he sees Haruki chasing after him as if he didn’t want to break their kiss, lips still slightly parted just as his eyes.
“Hm? Do you want to kiss me again?” he asks, “I thought you needed to study”. He lightly chuckles. “Just kidding. You can kiss me how long you want. I’m all yours, you know”. His voice is just a soft whisper by the end of his sentence, as he gently nuzzles the tip of his nose against his cheek in an affectionate gesture. Akihiko knows Haruki is dying to kiss him again, but is just waiting for him to take the first step.
“Kiss me, Haru” he breathes against his lips.
Haruki is crimson red at this point — the use of that simple nickname always has this effect on him — and he closes his eyes with a loud bumping in his chest, but he finally manages to muster up some courage and overcome his shyness.
Akihiko smiles into the kiss, a gentle brush of lips as he holds his breath, before tilting his head and letting his tongue slide into Haruki’s mouth.
Akihiko has been considering getting a tongue piercing. After graduation he will surely get one. And maybe also a lip ring? He is sure Haruki will appreciate it. As he pulls back, he can’t hide a grin at the thought. His boyfriend always plays with the ones on his ears, so a metal piece on his tongue would add even more fun.
“Why don’t you take a real break? You’ve been studying so hard, you need a little reward, don’t you?”
Akihiko thinks it’s amazing how little it takes Haruki to blush. Or how long it takes him to go back to a normal colour.
“R-reward?” he stutters, unable to keep the eye contact.
“Come here” he pulls him by his hand so that Haruki gets up from his chair.
The teenager is now awkwardly standing in front of Akihiko.
“Sit here, come on” he pats his own legs.
Haruki widens his eyes in surprise. He has never done something like that before! Sitting on his boyfriend’s lap? He’s not sure he can do it.
“No need to be shy” he encourages him, tugging him by the hand he’s still grabbing.
“What if I’m too heavy?” he bites down on his lip.
“You’re not, come here.”
Haruki has never felt so embarrassed as right now, as he sits on Akihiko’s laps, legs on both sides of his body. He timidly diverts his gaze downwards and bites on his lip again as Akihiko locks his hands behind his back to keep him close and safe from slipping.
“Won’t you look at me?” he teases him with a soft chuckle. “You’re so pretty when you blush” he says, as he gently brushes his fingers through his hair. He loves playing with it. It feels so intimate.
Haruki sheepishly smiles at him.
“You’re really hot with those glasses. You should wear them more often.” He plants small kisses at the base of his neck, his silky hair pleasantly tickling his nose. He notices Haruki is holding his breath. “Thinking back to it, I want you to wear them only in front of me, or everybody will fall in love with my pretty boyfriend.”
Haruki lets out a shy chuckle. “It will never happen.”
“Hm? Have you looked at yourself?” Akihiko seriously asks, cupping his face with both hands. “You’re the cutest of them all and I’m so lucky to have you”. He places a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. “So, so lucky” he repeats, alternating his words with small pecks.
Haruki is thankful he is sitting, because his knees have been feeling incredibly weak for the past five minutes.
His boyfriend is a menace.
He cannot wait to be kissed again and he secretly celebrates when he recognizes a knowing glint in those green eyes. The way Akihiko is staring at his lips is making him shiver. He knows what it’s about to come.
The way Akihiko is using his tongue to kiss him so deeply, savouring every inch of his open, trembling mouth is making him greedy for more. The way his hands have sneaked under his shirt to caress his skin is leaving behind a tingling feeling that is spreading throughout his body. How is he supposed to stop now? How can he go back to his books now that he’s experiencing... this? Haruki lets out a small moan, involuntarily, and when he realizes, he groans in embarrassment as he hides his face in the crook of Akihiko’s neck.
Akihiko chuckles delighted, before reaching for one of Haruki’s hands and pressing it against his mouth. Fingers tenderly wrapped around his wrist, he places soft kisses on the back of his hand, then slowly turns it so that he can continue on its palm. He brushes his lips along his fingers, which are slowly starting to get calloused, since Haruki has recently taken up the bass. The first time he saw him with the instrument hanging around his neck and strumming on the strings producing low, warm sounds, Akihiko has stared at him with his mouth hung open. He could feel the vibrations of those frequencies resonate inside his chest. His boyfriend has always been cool, but the musician version was even cooler.
Akihiko carefully studies his face, the perfect line of his nose, the gentle and bashful light of his eyes, and thinks he is truly in love with him.
He can see himself reflected in the lenses of his glasses and for a moment he wonders how his boyfriend sees him. He must see something good, or he wouldn’t have decided to stay by his side.
The air coming from the fan does little to nothing to ease the hotness of the summer day, but it ruffles Haruki’s hair. He tucks his loose strands behind his ear, and Akihiko’s breath gets caught in his throat. He finds this simple gesture incredibly sexy, and with the way Haruki is seemingly letting his hair grow, he knows it will get harder and harder to resist in front of him. The impulse he feels to always touch his hair, to twirl those honey strands around his fingers, to card his hand in that silky texture, is something that never leaves him.
He urges him back up with two quick, playful slaps on his butt, and when he is met with a questioning gaze, Akihiko stands up as well and makes a step in his direction. Haruki walks backwards until he has his back against the wall and the palm of Akihiko’s hand is resting flatly right beside his head.
A teasing grin stretches Akihiko’s lips, as he presses him hard against the wall, one of his leg right between his thighs. He kisses him to muffle a moan.
“M-my sister’s home” he stutters, looking sideways towards the door, as if he expected it to burst open and get caught in the act. He sounds slightly panicking, while the cutest shy expression appears on his flushed face.
“Then keep your voice down” he talks into his ear, purposefully brushing his lips along his shell.
He can see Haruki visibly shaking as he proceeds to suck the skin of his neck. His hand moves slowly, grazing his skin from above the shirt, and then wraps around Haruki’s waist to scoop him even closer.
There’s a throaty sigh coming from his mouth and Akihiko’s confident smile only widens. He kisses him again and is immediately granted full access, tongues intertwining and lips pressing hard.
Haruki’s legs feel wobbly as he throws his arms around Akihiko’s neck to pull him closer. Delicate but nimble fingers are grazing the small of his back, having sneaked past the hem of his shirt. He can feel himself heat up at the direct contact of Akihiko with his skin. The colour rushes to his cheeks again. More likely, it has never left.
They haven’t gone all the way yet, but Haruki can tell that if they had been home alone, today would have been the day they would cross new boundaries. The idea that Akihiko wants him, that he wants to please him, touch him and make him feel good still feels unreal. It makes him feel dizzy and unsteady. Somebody like Akihiko, somebody so unreachable, and good-looking and talented, craves for his touch. This must be a dream.
“You like it?” The questions is a soft whisper against his ear and Haruki feels ticklish where Akihiko has exhaled against his lobe.
He tries to catch his breath through parted lips. As he looks at Akihiko’s glistening ones, he thinks his must be in the same condition. He wants to be kissed again and again. He wants to be kissed till his brain fog and he forgets his own name. Akihiko is sweet and considerate, and despite steadily teasing and flustering him, he always takes good care of him. Physical touch is his first love language, Haruki has noticed this since the beginning. Akihiko would always find an excuse to pull him in a hug, to kiss him affectionately on the cheek, to sweetly caress his hair. Through simple, daily gestures, Akihiko has always been able to make Haruki feel loved.
And Haruki is thoughtful and caring too, though he blushes more easily and is caught off guard the moment Akihiko reciprocates his attentions.
So when he is asked if he is enjoying the kiss, he would love to scream that, yes, yes, it feels amazing, let’s never stop. He looks at him with half-lidded eyes and he hums in approval. Akihiko is sweet and considerate, sure, but he can be passionate and go absolutely feral as well. Haruki always pushes on the right buttons, with his shy reactions and his soft moans of pleasure, completely surrendering to him. To know that he can make him feel good, that he can reduce him into an incoherent, whimpering mess just by kissing and hardly touching him, is a boast for his ego.
And so Akihiko captures Haruki’s lips again for another kiss, immediately pushing through them to meet his tongue, and he rubs their bodies together.
“A-Aki...”
The softness in his voice, the gentle touch of his hands on his shoulders. Akihiko could never get enough of him.
“I got you hard” he observes. No matter how many times it happened already, he always sounds proud of himself. Truth is, Akihiko is easily affected by everything Haruki does or says. He might not show it often, or might be good at masking it, but sometimes he feels the need to cover himself behind his hands as he feels his face getting warmer. A particular shining smile, or a sudden affectionate word, and Akihiko crumbles at Haruki’s feet. Things get even worse when he shudders and moans because of something he is doing to him.
Haruki gasps against his mouth when he feels his hands brushing the front of his pants. It has happened before — he can still clearly remember the first time those skilled fingers wrapped around him, moving at just the right speed, with just the right twist of the wrist — but he doesn’t think it’s something he can get used to. It’s overwhelming, that jolt of pleasure running through his body as Akihiko is palming him, all the while he has his tongue deep in his mouth.
“Let’s move to the bed.” The words softly whispered against his ear make his hands tremble for the implication they carry with them. He places both palms on Akihiko’s cheeks and moves closer for a slow, sensual kiss to show his approval. He is fine with whatever Akihiko wants them to do.
Haruki looks at him laying down on his bed, a sight he would never, never, get used to. Although it isn’t the first time, this is something he couldn’t even dare to fantasize about: his crush, no, his boyfriend on his bed. This is better than any possible dream. And Akihiko is inviting Haruki to join him, so, although feeling utterly embarrassed, he lays on his side, next to him. Excited and eager, he rests his hand on his chest and holds his breath as Akihiko’s fingers are on his waist, the thumb casually drawing small circles on his skin as he raises his shirt.
The last time they were cuddling in his bed, they were both fully dressed and did nothing more than sharing a few kisses, not bold enough to cross some unspoken boundaries yet — although he was left lightheaded nonetheless. But this time Haruki can smell something is different in the air, and although his heart is about to explode, he doesn’t want this moment to stop. He’s impatient to know how far they can go.
Haruki is half across Akihiko’s chest as he leans down to kiss him. It’s rare for him to initiate their kisses, but when he does, he’s eager and needy and moans into his mouth, as if there werent’ any other place he’d rather be.
Nimble hands are travelling on his back, pulling him closer, and Haruki can feel their crotches rubbing together again. Akihiko groans at the contact, and, fuck, isn’t it the most arousing sound Haruki has ever heard in his entire life?
When they both pull back, but still close enough for their lips to slightly brush against each other, Akihiko softly caresses Haruki’s nape. He likes that part of him. Smooth, and warm, made to be covered in gentle kisses. Now that Haruki is growing his hair, he would probably miss that sight. He fondly smiles at him. Haruki seems more relaxed now, less overwhelmed. The colour in his cheeks is still lively, but Akihiko blames it on their actions, rather than on his embarrassment.
“I want to make you feel good.”
Just that husky whispered voice, just those few words, and Haruki whimpers. Chuckling with affection, Akihiko makes him lay down, and then immediately leans to nuzzle his nose into the warmth of his neck. He smells so good, he thinks, as he inhales deeply. He wants to impress his perfume in his memory, so that it will always be part of him.
He carefully removes his glasses and lays them on the nightstand. “We don’t want them to break, do we?” he asks suggestively, making Haruki gulp.
Their hands find each other and clasp together, as Akihiko traces Haruki’s skin with his lips, from his neck down to his collarbones. His other hand is working under his shirt, tickling him so lightly that Haruki shudders beneath him.
He unbuttons his pants with a single hand and pulls down the zipper. Haruki buries his head in the pillow as Akihiko kisses him on the sensitive spot behind his ear.
“Tell me if you want to stop.”
No. No! How could he ever want to stop? He has never felt so good, so just at the right place. He, and his boyfriend, and the promise to make each other feel good. He would be out of his mind if he even considered the idea to stop!
“Don’t you dare to stop.” It’s a bold request coming from him and it requires all his confidence, but he is sure it’s going to be worth the deep red cheeks he is trying to hide behind his hands.
“You already forgot about exams?” Akihiko laughs as he pulls down his pants and strokes him over his boxers.
“Don’t wanna think about it now” he says with closed eyes. Have they locked the door? He doesn’t really remember, but it’s not like he can think straight with the way Akihiko has now removed the last protection he had. The direct contact on his skin makes him grasp the sheets.
Another low chuckle. “Oh, just a few months with me and you’re already turning into a bad boy?” He lightly bites him down on his unpierced earlobe. “I like that.”
“Keep touching me, please.”
A satisfied smirk appears on his face. “I can do much better than that.”
“W-what do you mean?” he asks with a confused look, and he leans up on his elbows to be greeted with the unexpected view of Akihiko removing both his pants and boxers before his face is an inch away from his groin. He can do nothing but gawk. “No, wait! What...” he fumbles, but the moment he is engulfed in Akihiko’s intensely hot mouth, his brain stops working. “Fuck” he utters, plopping back on the bed with eyes tightly shut and his head thrown back.
This is new. This is totally new territory. They have kissed and made-out, they have touched each other’s bodies and they have experimented with handjobs, but this? This is completely new and Haruki is overwhelmed by how intense and toe-curling it is. He clutches at the sheets with full force and he can’t control the writhing of his body or the way his back arches on its own.
Akihiko is fondling him around the base, while his tongue is busy licking the underside for the first time. Haruki forces himself to look at his boyfriend going down on him. And he curses.
Akihiko snickers at the best of his possibilities. Haruki hardly curses, this must feel good then. He laps at the tip, while his hand moves around his length, spreading spit and pre-cum all around.
“Like it?” he asks, though the answer is pretty obvious.
“It feels amazing.” Haruki doesn’t recognize his own voice. He has never been so lost in pleasure. Had he knew oral sex felt this good, he would have started earlier. The hotness surrounding his body, his erection appearing and disappearing from Akihiko’s mouth, the light grazing of fingers on his thighs. Overwhelmed doesn’t even begin to describe the way he is feeling.
It’s all too much and he covers his face behind his arm as short gasps can’t stop from escaping his mouth. Involuntarily, he bucks his hips up and he casts a look ful of concern to Akihiko, worried he has made him uncomfortable. However, not only is Akihiko completely unbothered by the sudden thrust in his mouth, but Haruki notices he has unzipped his own pants and he has one hand wrapped around himself.
Akihiko getting pleasure from giving pleasure to him. He can’t go on much longer.
“Should I...?” he asks, bringing his hand closer to him.
There’s a lewd pop as Akihiko pulls back just enough to reply. He shakes his head. “Don’t worry. It is all about you today.”
The moans Haruki has been trying to hold back till this moment, have now a life of their own. He tries to muffle them with the back of his hand, but he can feel himself getting closer to the edge. His toes curl, while a heel is pressing hard on Akihiko’s back. Fuck, fuck, it feels so good, and if he doesn’t stop...
Akihiko takes his hand and intertwines their fingers together; Haruki can’t help but desperately dig his nails into its back.
“A-Akihi...” he tries to warn him, but all he can think about is his boyfriend touching himself as he is pleasuring him. He can hear the rubbing of his hand, can hear the wet noises he is making around his erection, and he feels a knot at the pit of his stomach. There is no turning back now, as he finally comes.
It’s only when the effect has washed over and he is left with numb limbs and an empty head, that he realizes what he has done. He jolts up.
When he sees traces of cum on Akihiko’s lips, a sheer sense of shame takes hold of him.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to... I didn’t want to... in your...” he nervously fumbles for words.
“Hm?” he asks questioningly. “ What are you talking about? I loved it.”
Akihiko’s genuinely honest reaction makes Haruki close his eyes in embarrassment. His boyfriend really is a menace. How can he look so calm and collected while his face is burning red? He didn’t bat an eye.
Akihiko wipes his hand on his pants, completely unbothered, and then proceeds to pull their clothes back up. He moves closer to Haruki, who is still laying on his back with both of his hands covering his face.He wraps his fingers around his wrist and gently pushes it aside, revealing a lovely shade of red. He presses a kiss on his cheek. “You don’t have to be shy around me.”
Haruki groans in frustration and pulls slightly aside, laying on his side. Akihiko loops his around his waist and nuzzle his lips against his sweaty nape. “...but you’re incredibly cute when you blush. You just make me want to tease you even more.”
“Shut up” he replies mortified.
“The way you react to my every touch, the way you moan so desperately... You’re really hot. And I want to make you come for the rest of my life.”
“Was that supposed to be a romantic love confession?” Haruki finally laughs and turns his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Akihiko’s beautiful, smiling face.
Akihiko pulls him closer to him, tightening the grip of his arms around his body.
Haruki gasps at the sudden proximity. “Oh. You still... you haven’t...?”
“Oh, no, I did come while I was blowing you” he explains, his voice slightly muffled against Haruki’s hair. “But you got me hard again.”
After a few quiet seconds, Haruki slowly turns and stares into the green eyes he loves the most in the world. He bites on his lips as he musters up the courage to speak his mind.
“Should I... Do you want me to take care of it?” he asks in a single breath, because if he stops to think, hesitation will get the better of him. His eyes are looking at everything but Akihiko.
Two fingers underneath his chin, Akihiko makes sure Haruki meet his gaze and gives him a quick, soft peck on his lips.
“I’d love to.”
Needless to say, no more studying is done for that day.