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Reo was a little more sober by the time they got back to the apartment. Almost as soon as he could, Nagi changed back into his normal clothes with a small sigh of relief. Although a part of him almost didn’t want to take off Reo’s sweater.

After he left the bedroom, Reo went in to change as well. Nagi played more games on his phone while he waited. After a couple rounds of Geometry Dash, he decided to check Twitter. Just for fun.

(He wanted to see if anyone had said anything about the obvious hickey on his neck.)

Just as he suspected, his followers were in fact discussing the mark. A lot of them had guessed correctly that Reo was the culprit. A few others were trying to figure out potential other causes, citing the fact that Nagi has a bit of a clumsy streak, according to Reo, as an excuse. And a few more were saying that it’s none of the public’s business what the mark is or where it came from.

It was kind of fun to see this. He’d never had any sort of real ‘drama’ like this before. Only things like debates over whether people were using hacks in games when he lost or dumb stuff like that.

The thrill of people knowing that he was Reo’s returned. He wanted the world to know.

“What’re you looking at?” Reo asked, plopping down on the couch next to Nagi.

“Twitter,” he replied, not even glancing up from his phone. “They’re speculating.”

“Is it about the hickey again?” Reo asked, leaning on Nagi’s shoulder. “I got caught in the moment, I should have thought a little more about where it was.”

“I like it,” Nagi said plainly.

“I wanna see yours,” he added, putting down his phone.

Reo had put on the clothes he borrowed from Nagi last night. This sent a burst of heat through Nagi’s chest. And now he was torn because he really did want to see Reo’s chest, decorated in the marks he’d left behind. But he also liked seeing Reo wearing his hoodie, which was oversized, and made Reo look really cute. 

But Reo always looks cute.

Nagi glanced up from Reo’s chest to his face, which was a lovely shade of pink. His expression was strange, somewhere between stunned and lovestruck. 

Lovestruck. Love. Was Nagi in love?

If not, he certainly could fall in love with Reo.

“God, the things you do to my mind,” Reo whispered. “Can I have you wait a few minutes?”

Nagi nodded, and Reo rose up on his knees, swinging a leg over Nagi’s so he was straddling his lap.

“Good boy.”

And with that, Reo leaned it and sealed their lips together.

Instantly, both satisfaction and impatience flooded Nagi’s system. He wants more. But Reo’s lips gently caressing his own in a languid motion feels good. Ethereal. He practically melted under Reo’s touch as fingertips ghost from his wrists all the way up to his neck.

“It still seems like we’re moving fast,” Reo said, voice low. “But if in fifteen minutes, you’re still wanting more, I’ll let you have as much of me as you want.”

All of Reo. Every inch is mine. I don’t wanna wait.

With a timer in place, unfortunately, everything moves slower. Fifteen minutes can go by like the blink of an eye when he’s streaming or watching videos on his phone. But with Reo, every second feels like a million years. Waiting even five minutes seems torturously teasing.

“Kiss me again,” Nagi said. 

And Reo smiled before doing just that. This time deepening the kiss by tilting his head and parting his lips. Everywhere Reo touches him, from his thighs to the roof of his mouth, feel electric and tingly. Nothing ever made him feel this way before. No one ever did.

It’s all so new. And he can’t get enough. He still needs more.

And if Reo won’t go further than this, maybe Nagi should put in effort and take things into his own hands. Such as Reo’s waist, or his hips. Or tug his hair out of the ponytail so that Nagi could pull at it. It felt nice when Reo pulled his hair, maybe it was worth a try.

The manoeuvre was clumsy, riddled with inexperience that would have most other men cringing. Nagi was sure he accidentally snapped a few of Reo’s hairs in the process of pulling off the tie. That’s unfortunate, Reo’s hair was pretty.

Nagi practically shoved his hand into the strands, loosening up the indent left behind from having it up and grabbing as much as he could in a tight fist. 

Reo hissed and pulled away from Nagi’s lips.

No, that’s not what I want.

“Too much?” Reo asked, slightly breathless.

Nagi shook his head and whined. He didn’t want to stop. He was trying to do what Reo did.

“Then why’d you pull my hair?”

Nagi blinked.

“I liked when Reo pulled mine. Wanted to try.”

Reo’s face went a little pink and he laughed softly, his expression relaxing.

“Well, there’s a technique for that. Want me to show you?”

Nagi nodded, perhaps a little more eager than he usually was. Reo brought out this new side to him that he was still learning to understand. A side that actually wanted to try things.

Reo reached back to guide Nagi’s hand up to his head. 

“You gotta grab at the base, near my scalp. Yeah, like that. And don’t just pull, slowly tighten your fist.”

There’s a lot of rules with this.

Instead of pulling, Nagi used his hand to guide Reo’s mouth back to his own, immediately resuming the intense kiss and twirling his tongue around Reo’s. The resulting shiver was more than worth taking an active role.

He used his free hand to hike up the hem of Reo’s hoodie, feeling his abs. Reo must work out or something.

Nagi let that hand wander all over Reo’s torso. Up and down his side, then repeat with his spine. Reo arched his back and moaned softly. And that’s when Nagi decided to pull his hair.

Reo tensed for a brief moment before moaning again when Nagi increased his grip with both hands, now also squeezing Reo’s side with his fingertips just centimetres above his hips.

Has it been fifteen minutes yet?

Funny enough, despite being the one to set the time restraint, Reo seemed just as impatient. He tugged at Nagi’s sweatshirt, lifting it up so the hem was level with his shoulder blades.

“Take it off,” Reo said, pulling back far enough to follow through and remove the shirt.

Nagi felt goosebumps rise on his now bare skin. How annoying. His body was hot, almost burning, and the air was too cold.

“It’s cold,” he muttered, leaning back into the couch cushions and pulling Reo further up his thighs. This way, Reo was like a human blanket.

Although, this motion had a side effect. This being friction. Friction and pressure being provided directly to his cock. Nagi’s breath hitched in his throat.

“Fifteen is too long. More, now.”

Nagi had never felt so pent up and sexually frustrated in his entire twenty-two years of existence. Not when he had discovered what porn was as a teenager. Not when he’d first heard Reo through the walls. Not even last night.

Reo leaned in and at first, Nagi thought he was going to resume making out. But instead, Reo went for his jaw and formed a trail of heated kisses down to his neck.

It was almost impossible to suppress the gasp when Reo latched on to suck a new mark on his pulse point.

“You’re doing so good,” Reo said before leaving a featherlight kiss on the new bruise. “Being so patient. Almost there.”

Nagi whined.

“Don’t wanna wait.”

Reo combed a hand through Nagi’s hair, almost the same motion he does when they’re laying on the couch at night.

“I know, just a few more minutes.”

Nagi shifted his hips impatiently. Waiting is a pain. Why not now? A few minutes won’t change anything.

Reo bit his lip and his eyes unfocused for a second. He grabbed Nagi’s face in both hands and locked their lips together.

Testing his luck, Nagi rolled his hips again, just a little. Reo sighed into the kiss, but he didn’t pull away. Not until both of them were left gasping for air with their foreheads resting on each other.

“That’s fifteen,” Reo announced. “Still want more?”

Nagi pulled Reo’s hair in response, the same way that he was told earlier. He didn’t leave Reo any time to speak before grabbing his waist and forcefully grinding their hips together.

Reo swore under his breath and finally pressed down on his own, meeting Nagi’s impatience with a well-practiced motion that had his eyes rolling back. Reo kept this up, and Nagi could feel just how much he affected Reo. He had an effect on someone.

Reo slid his hands down to Nagi’s chest, seemingly testing the waters. Nagi tipped his head back when Reo’s fingers grazed over his nipples, and Reo gave a satisfying chuckle.

“Sensitive?” He asked, pressing his thumbs down at the same time and circling.

Nagi took a moment to answer, too caught up in the almost overwhelming amount of pleasure that shot straight to his core.

“Mhm.”

Reo hummed, a smirk on his face.

“I wonder if I can make you scream…”

And he pinched.

“Oh, shit,” Nagi gasped. Why does that feel so good? Shouldn’t it hurt?

But instead of flinching in pain, his cock grew harder and Nagi thrusted upwards. 

“Hmm,” Reo narrowed his eyes. “Not quite a scream, maybe you’re a quiet one.”

He dragged his nails downwards, not hard enough to leave scratches, but enough to make the skin beneath feel chilled. Reo toyed around with the untied string to Nagi’s sweatpants, pointedly avoiding his erection. At the same time, Reo nibbled along his collarbone with an open mouth.

For the third time, dizziness nearly clouded Nagi’s mind. Reo was having fun teasing him, clearly, and it wasn’t enough.

He still needed more.

Reo still has his shirt on.

It took five seconds to remember how his hands function, but once he did, Nagi pulled at the hood to the point it covered Reo’s head. 

“Off.”

Reo didn’t listen right away. Instead, he seemed to ponder the request. Or, more demand.

“Reooo, I was good.”

Reo smiled fondly.

“You’re right,” he said. “You were very good.”

And Nagi was treated to the absolutely stunning sight of Reo’s bare skin. The marks he’d left last night were the only imperfections on an otherwise flawless body. Although, if you asked Nagi, the marks only elevated Reo’s appearance. Because they meant that Reo was his, and his alone.

Nagi wasn’t quite sure when he started playing connect-the-dots between each bruise. It was mesmerizing in a way, tracing lines from space to space and back.

“Reo’s pretty.”

And with his shirt off, Nagi could see just how far the blush spread across Reo’s body. Across his face, down his neck, all the way to his chest. Maybe pretty was an understatement. Reo is gorgeous.

Reo wrapped his fingers around Nagi’s hand and brought it to his chest, right over where Reo’s heart was, so he could feel it beat. Erratic, fast, Reo’s heart was wild and excited. Not sure quite what to do now, Nagi left his hand there, flat over Reo’s pectoral, simply feeling his heart.

“Tell me what you want,” Reo whispered, his breath against Nagi’s ear making him shiver. “Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

Nagi’s hips jerked up inadvertently and he hissed at the friction.

“Your room,” he managed, while repeating the accidental action.

“Hmmm, what about my room?” Reo hummed, rolling his own hips down in a much more fluid manner.

Tease.

Nagi’s hands tightened in their places, one on the back of Reo’s neck and the other still across his heart.

“Wanna go there.”

Reo’s expression shifted as the corners of his mouth quirked up. He looked so smug, so pleased with himself. Nagi couldn’t keep himself from kissing that silly little smile. Reo kissed back, drawing Nagi’s lower lip between his teeth and rolling it.

“Anything else?” Reo asked as he pulled away.

Nagi groaned and reached for Reo’s hips, holding them in place. He shook his head, pitching forwards to mouth at Reo’s neck, just above his collarbone.

“N-nothing else?” Reo pushed, his voice wavering and hips shifting against Nagi’s grasp.

What does he want me to say?

There wasn’t anything else. Was there?

Oh, wait…

Does Reo know?

“How much do you want it?” Reo asked, managing to free his hips and pushing Nagi back into the couch, taking over. “Use your words, treasure.”

Nagi’s eyes rolled back as his stomach began to tighten. If they kept this up…

Not yet!

“A lot,” he replied, breath hitching. “I’ve never wanted anyone before.”

Reo raised an eyebrow slightly.

“How long?” He asked, clearly still looking for the answer he wanted. “I’ve hnn , since I picked up the mail.”

Nagi blinked as the pressure built in his core. Fuck, he was getting close from the constant friction and the sound of Reo’s voice.

He knew the answer to Reo’s question. Since the second time he’d heard him through the walls. Months ago.

“A couple months,” he confessed. “I can hear you through the wall.”

And Reo stopped moving. He held Nagi’s hips in place when he attempted to chase the fleeting sensation. And his face, he had such a pleased look.

“Good boy,” Reo purred, leaving a chaste kiss against Nagi’s lips. “Wanna know a secret?”

Nagi nodded, head still reeling from the loss of pleasure.

Reo pressed their foreheads together.

“I know you can.”

Oh.

Before Nagi could finish processing this fact, Reo stood and held out a hand. Wordlessly, Nagi accepted and let Reo pull him from the couch. His head swam and for a brief moment, his vision went dark around the edges. But Reo held him up and slowly led the way to his bedroom.

Nerves flooded his body with each step. If everything kept going the way it was going, they would have sex.

When Reo closed the door, he looked back at Nagi.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” He asked.

Nagi nodded, then tilted his head from side to side.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Reo smiled softly and wrapped his arms around Nagi’s neck to bring him close. His eyes looked up to up to connect their gaze.

“If you change your mind, at any point, tell me and we’ll stop.”

Nagi cupped Reo’s face in his hands so he couldn’t back away and closed the space between them, letting his eyes fall closed the second his lips touched Reo’s.

“You know,” Reo said, breaking off the kiss. “You’re supposed to wait three dates until having sex.”

“No,” Nagi declared. “Too long.”

Reo laughed and bonked his forehead into Nagi’s. He pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Nagi’s nose and grinned.

“I know,” he giggled, slowly starting to step backwards. “Originally I planned to follow the rule, but I can’t say no to you.”

Nagi followed Reo’s steps, keeping his arms over Reo’s shoulders. He was light headed and a little bit dizzy, and oh so very pent up. The grinding on the couch already got the heat coiling up in his stomach. Something was burning in his chest, urging him to move things along and take what he wanted. Anticipation?

And where had this sudden desire to take action come from? Nagi lived in the moment, always along for the ride and letting life take him wherever it decided. He wasn’t the one who made the choices, took charge and led the situation. But with Reo, everything was different. Reo made him want to do something.

You make life exciting.

Nagi pitched forwards, crashing into Reo’s chest. Oh, they’d stopped moving.

Reo laughed and ran a hand through Nagi’s hair.

“I need you to get off of me for just a second,” he said fondly. “It won’t be comfortable unless we’re both fully on the bed.”

The bed.

They were on the bed.

Faster than he’d done almost anything, Nagi pushed off the mattress and stood. His face felt hot and his heart thumped in his chest as Reo backed himself up and gestured for Nagi to join. When he moved, Nagi felt like he was floating. The two steps to the bed were like walking on air, and climbing up the mattress felt like kneeling on a cloud.

“What now?” Nagi asked, sitting awkwardly on his knees in front of Reo.

Reo scrunched up one eye while he thought. He was always so expressive.

Cute.

“Let’s trade places,” Reo decided. “Lean back against the pillows with your legs straight.”

Nagi complied. Reo’s pillows were so much more plush than anything Nagi had ever owned in his life. The casings were silk, smooth and cool to the touch. When his back met them, a shiver ran up his spine, causing the hair on his arms and the back of his neck to stand up. Inadvertently, Nagi took a shuddery breath.

Reo seemed much less nervous in his body language. His shoulders were relaxed as he crawled forwards to straddle Nagi’s thighs. His hands were smooth and delicate, running down Nagi’s sternum leaving electrical sensations behind. His lips were caught in a smirk and his eyes were narrowed.

The only sign of nerves was his breathing, which shook with each inhale and hitched ever so often.

Reo was just as nervous as Nagi felt, despite his seemingly relaxed exterior.

“What now?” Nagi whispered, staring at Reo. He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so they lay limply on the covers of the bed.

Reo bit his lip and his eyes glanced wildly around the room, breaking that nonchalant mask and showing the real thoughts behind.

“How much- how much about sex do you know?”

Nagi shrugged.

“I’ve watched porn before.”

Reo snorted and shook his head.

“Okay, that’s not exactly the best example, but I can work with that.”

He leaned in, kissing Nagi’s throat, the same place he’d left the mark the night before. Reo didn’t leave any new marks, instead opting for soft, gentle kisses on the sensitive skin. Nagi’s breathing picked up and the lightheaded feeling returned with a vengeance. God , is this what sex is like? Feeling so pent up that any and all touch was like fire?

“Do you want top or bottom?” Reo asked, pulling back to make eye contact.

In all his fantasies, never once had Nagi been on the receiving end. The thought didn’t sound all that appealing, even though it required less action. And what if it hurt?

“Top,” Nagi answered, finally moving his hands.

His palms practically itched to hold Reo. His movements were anything but fluid and gentle like Reo’s. Instead, Nagi’s movements were fast and sharp, grabbing Reo’s hips and holding them like someone would yank Reo away at any moment. 

This feels like a dream.

Reo’s eyes fluttered and his smile returned. He was silent for a moment and his face grew red.

“Is there anything else?” Reo asked, his voice lower than before.

Nagi shook his head.
“You know more than me.”

Reo leaned close enough that Nagi could feel his breath on his ear.

“What if I rode you? Would you like that?”

Fuck.

That alone reinvigorated that coil of heat in Nagi’s stomach, stoking the coals back to a roaring, blazing fire. His hips canted upwards as his cock grew harder, pressing into Reo. His eyes rolled back when Reo hummed a small laugh at his enthusiasm.

“Yeah? You’d like that?” Reo teased, placing his hands on Nagi's and prying them off his hips.

“Mhm,” Nagi managed, jerking up again. “Yeah, uh-huh.”

Reo beamed and cupped Nagi’s face in his hands.

“I’m gonna make this perfect. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay?”

He was speaking fast, voice low and hushed, as though each breath was a prayer being murmured. When Reo kissed him again, he was smiling so much that their lips could barely touch. And when their tongues met, Reo sighed deeply through his nose and his arms clung at Nagi’s shoulders.

He wasn’t making those pretty sounds Nagi had heard through the walls. This all seemed to be going slower than those one night stands that had been here. 

As if reading his mind, Reo pulled away to start talking again.

“I’m gonna take my time with you, show you what to do and how. Trust me, my treasure, I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Okay, so Reo was rambling. Very cute. Nagi liked hearing Reo talk.

Nagi closed his eyes as Reo’s hands wandered up and down his sides, leaving little circles in the motions, traveling up, down, back up, then inwards towards his chest. When Reo’s hands reached his pectorals, Nagi’s breathing was fast and shallow. His hips thrusted upwards involuntarily and Reo lost his focus for a moment. He let out a choked gasp and whined.

Nagi’s eyes shot open. He couldn’t close them for a second, not when he could see Reo’s face. No matter how much he wanted to close them, Nagi needed to keep them open. He needed to see Reo.

Reo bit his lip, hard, and his eyes unfocused, staring emptily into space. His chest rose and fell with each exhale, punched out like he’d been struck.

Then Reo came back to himself, eyes zeroing in on Nagi’s face, gazing at him with this expression that Nagi couldn’t tell the meaning of. It was one he’d never seen before, so relaxed, yet… 

Before he could try to figure it out, Reo pressed his thumbs down against Nagi’s nipples. Nagi threw his head back and jerked.

“You’re so sensitive,” Reo said, keeping his thumbs pressed in and circling them. “And expressive, I don’t think I’ve seen you make as many faces before now.”

Nagi couldn’t bite back his whine. He didn’t even try.

“I’m gonna remove these, okay?” Reo said, dragging his hands down Nagi’s torso to his waistband. “I just need you to lift your hips.”

Nagi nodded, unable to respond. Reo backed up, removing the pressure from his thighs. His fingers dipped under his waistband and just as requested, Nagi lifted his hips off the bed. A rush ran through his body as Reo slowly pulled his pants down his legs, over his knees, and dropped them off the side of the bed.

Goosebumps rose on his skin as the cold air struck his overheated body.

Come back.

Reo rose up on his knees, from a seat to kneeling. His tongue curled over his upper lip while his thumbs snuck under his own waistband, teasingly running along the inside.

“Off,” Nagi all but demanded. “I wanna see.”

Reo laughed and his eyes crinkled up when he grinned.

“Whatever you say.”

Reo straightened his arms, and Nagi’s eyes went wide as it really quickly became clear that Reo wasn’t just removing his sweats, but also his underwear. Inches of skin, unmarred and bare . Reo had nice hip bones, sharp, but not too prominent. He didn’t have much hair on his lower half, at least not that Nagi was focused on. To be fair, he wasn’t focused on much at all as Reo removed the rest of his clothes at a snail’s pace. 

Nagi almost reached forwards to yank those pants off himself. But before he could, Reo changed his tactic. In the blink of an eye, he was stepping out of the pants, now fully nude, erect cock in full view. Reo looked like a statue carved by the gods.

Nagi’s breath caught in his chest at the sight. Holy hell.

Reo smirked and crawled back up the bed.

“Your turn.”

“Mhm.”

Clumsily, Nagi fumbled for his boxers and wiggled out of them, perhaps a little too eagerly? It wasn’t like he was shy about his body. Being self conscious required way too much brain energy for him to think like that.

The leg got caught on his foot somehow, and Nagi gave it an annoyed look as he tried to kick it off. Reo’s laughter filled the room again, like a blessed sound from the heavens. But that laughter quickly died out when Reo looked down.

“Fuck, okay,” he babbled. “Wow.”

Huh?

“Is something wrong?” Nagi asked, confused.

Reo shook his head rapidly.

“No, nonono, nothing’s wrong. Nothing’s, fuck, nothing’s wrong. You’re just- fuck. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Reo crashed their lips together, sliding their fronts against each other. He moaned into the kiss and rolled his hips. Nagi lifted his hands, unsure for a moment, before winding one into Reo’s hair and pulling it, just how Reo had shown him before.

Reo groaned and dug his nails into Nagi’s shoulders. Pain sparked through his body, but it wasn’t a bad pain. If anything, Nagi wanted to feel that pain again. He copied Reo, grinding his hips up in time with Reo’s rolling, making Reo whine.

Good.

“One- one moment,” Reo said, breathlessly. “Gotta get something.”

When Reo backed away, Nagi pouted. He didn’t want Reo to be away from him for even a fraction of a second. He needed to be glued to Reo so they would never be apart.

Reo opened his nightstand and reached into the drawer. But to do so, he had to rise up on his knees again. Nagi stared, eyes wide, as there was suddenly a dick in his face. What does he do with this? Touch it?

Sure, why not?

He grabbed Reo’s dick, fully wrapping his hand around the length. Reo’s legs shook and gave out, dropping him back down on Nagi’s thighs.

“Oh my god-”

Curious, Nagi gave it a stroke and Reo moaned, twitching forwards into Nagi’s hold. His eyes were rolling back and his eyelids were fluttering again. There was a new flush spreading over his face and creeping down to his chest.

After a few more strokes, Nagi experimented, running his thumb under the head and over the tip, like he did to himself. And he was rewarded with all the pretty little sounds that Reo couldn’t keep hidden, no matter how much he bit down on that lower lip.

Stop biting it, I wanna hear.

He had a free hand, and Nagi used this free hand to attempt to force Reo’s mouth open. The intention was to make him stop lip biting. But Reo didn’t seem to realize that, because instead of letting his mouth be free, he suctioned his lips around Nagi’s fingers.

What- what is this?

Is this something people do in sex?

“Reo-“ Nagi trailed off, completely unsure of what to say. 

Reo responded with a whine, muffled by the fingers. But Nagi could feel the vibrations and they sent that electric shock all through his body. Okay, he could get behind this finger sucking thing.

Reo’s hip rolling got a little more aggressive and untimed, losing the rhythm it’d had since the start and almost desperately seeking the friction Nagi’s hand provided. Then, Reo seemed to realize something.

He pulled off of Nagi’s fingers with a pop, leaving them very slick with saliva. His eyes were unfocused, and Reo blinked to fix that.

“If we keep going,” Reo said breathlessly. “If we keep going, I’m pretty sure I could cum just like this.”

Oh. 

Gingerly, Reo pried Nagi’s hand off of his dick, finger by finger.

“The next step before- before more is prep. I’ll show you.”

Reo took Nagi’s spit-slicked hand in his own and brushed his thumb over the fingertips. He hummed and reached over to the side, retrieving a bottle of what could only be lube.

“Use more than you think you’ll need,” Reo said, opening the cap. “And rub it between your fingers for a bit ‘cause it’ll be cold if you don’t.”

Nagi took the bottle and looked at it. He didn’t use lube when getting himself off, there wasn’t any point in buying some when he didn’t get aroused that often. Curiously, he gave the bottle a squeeze onto his palm.

Cold, viscous, and sticky was how he’d describe lube. He squeezed more of it onto his fingers and rubbed his thumb over them. Not sticky, very slippery.

This feels weird. 

“What now?” Nagi asked, though he had an idea.

Reo’s face went bright red, flushing down his chest and making the hickies seem to bloom with purplish green bruises.

“Warm it up a little more,” Reo responded. “Yeah, that’s good, okay.”

He rose up on his knees and grabbed the wrist of Nagi’s lube covered hand, guiding it around his hips.

“So I know you’ve seen porn, but it’s not a good representation of gay sex,” Reo said somewhat bluntly. “I don’t know if the videos you watched included this step, but you gotta stretch out before putting it in.”

Nagi nodded, those nerves creeping back up and making his chest feel all strange and fluttery. Reo let go of his wrist and leaned forwards, bending at the waist.

“Start with just one finger. Go slower at first but then go faster,” Reo continued. “If it’s too much work, I’ll do it myself and you can watch.”

I can do it.

Nagi wanted to see Reo fall apart at his touch. Watching Reo prepare himself would be interesting, probably fun. But it would be more fun to make Reo lose his mind, to make those sounds.

With almost no hesitation, Nagi pressed his index finger against Reo’s backside. This didn’t feel like the intended location… Nagi pursed his lips in a pout while Reo laughed and reached back to guide Nagi once again.

“Try here,” Reo chuckled. “I think you’ll have more luck.”

He’s teasing.

Nagi brushed his finger in a circle, kind of procrastinating, but also relishing in the way that Reo’s legs shook and his eyes unfocused again. Reo shifted forwards and kissed Nagi, immediately opening his mouth up and squeezing his eyes shut. Nagi chose that moment to press his finger in.

Weird… tight.

Warm, was also a word that Nagi could use to describe the feeling. Reo didn’t react aside from a shaky breath through his nose. 

Nagi pushed in some more, his knuckle fully going past the rim. Experimentally, Nagi curled his finger and awkwardly twisted his wrist. He repeated this a few times, curling and uncurling his finger.

Reo pulled out of the kiss and sucked in a breath through his mouth.

“You, you can put more of your finger in. Go in and out,” he instructed through intermittent pants.

Nagi listened, straightening his finger and pushing it all the way in, until the webbing of his finger met Reo’s ass. Then out, then back in. Again and again. When Reo said to add another one, Nagi did, accidentally smearing the lube a little. When Reo said to make a scissor motion with his fingers, he did so.

Nagi curled his fingers, just to see what would happen.

Reo’s eyes shot open and his mouth dropped in a loud moan.

“Fuck, fuck, do that again,” Reo whimpered, head dropping onto Nagi’s shoulder.

And why wouldn’t he? Nagi curled his fingers again, this time one first and then the other, unsynchronized. Reo shook and clutched at Nagi’s shoulders, his nails digging in.

“Add the third. Just spread them apart and go in and out.”

Reo’s face was red, splotchy, and sweaty. His eyes were rolling back, unfocused and eyelids fluttering. His breath was shaky and while he wasn’t being loud, much to Nagi’s displeasure, Reo was whining.

“Stop being quiet,” Nagi said. “I like hearing you.”

Reo groaned and smushed their lips together, twining his tongue with Nagi’s and rocking back on Nagi’s fingers. 

“Fuck,” Reo swore. “Okay, I’m ready. Take your fingers out, but don’t do anything. Let me do the rest.”

To punctuate this, Reo kissed Nagi on the nose.

Reo reached over to where he’d grabbed the lube before and pulled back a small foil packet. Ah, a condom. 

When Nagi removed his fingers from Reo, he immediately regretted it. The cold air made his fingers tingle and he’d grown used to the periodic pulsing of muscles around him. Just as he was about to complain, there was a hand on his cock, stroking up and down, bringing it back to life.

“Oh god,” Nagi whispered, his head tipping back.

Reo grinned, back to his very confident self, kissing up Nagi’s neck and leaving a nip on his jaw.

“Just relax, my treasure, I’ve got you.”

Reo’s hands left his body, and that pout once again returned to Nagi’s face. Reo for once didn’t seem to notice, his attention drawn elsewhere. The foil of the packet crinkled as Reo opened it. He gave a few more strokes to Nagi’s cock, wiping that pout off his face as fast as it had arrived.

Slowly, teasingly, Reo rolled the condom onto his dick. Nagi’s head tipped back and he took sharp breaths, each exhale being punched out of him. It felt decidedly strange, but sex in itself was strange to begin with. Smooth, a little cold, and tight. Yet he could still feel every motion from Reo’s fingers dancing along his length, applying even more lube in preparation.

How much lube does this need?

Reo rose up on his knees and braced himself by grabbing Nagi’s shoulder with one hand and his dick with the other.

“Why do I wanna do a countdown?” He whispered with a slight laugh. “Ready?”

Nagi nodded. God yes he was so fucking ready!

Reo closed his eyes and took a breath, blush spreading across his body as he lowered himself down.

Nagi couldn’t keep his eyes off of Reo, yet he wasn’t sure where to look. His face was focused, lip caught between his teeth and eyes scrunching up. His chest and stomach rose and fell with each breath, harsh and uneven. And looking further down, Nagi could see himself vanishing into Reo, centimetre by centimetre, inch by inch, until their hips met and Reo was fully seated in his lap.

Holy shit.

Having his fingers inside of Reo was nothing compared to having his dick inside of Reo. Warmth surrounded him. Tight and so, so warm. Squeezing from all sides and pulsating.

Reo hummed, his voice shaking but very pleased. Nagi looked up from where they were connected towards Reo’s face.

A huge grin spread across his cheeks and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead and temples, framing his features. Small laughs came out with the laboured breathing.

“Oh my god,” Reo said, tipping his head down. “This is everything.”

Reo leaned in and pressed a kiss to Nagi’s lips, saccharine and deep. In the middle of the kiss, he rose on his knees and swallowed the whine from Nagi.

This is-

Reo cut off his train of thought almost as soon as it started. His movement was slow, but as he sank back down, Nagi felt his head spin.

Tight.

It felt so different from his hand. Where his hand was always rough, the glide was smooth. And Reo was tight, despite the stretching from Nagi’s fingers. Was this normal?

Nagi put his hands on Reo’s hips, following the rise and fall and brushing his thumbs over Reo’s hip bones. It wasn’t quite overwhelming yet, but it was all so new. And not enough.

“Go faster,” Nagi said, barely above a whisper.

“Faster?” Reo repeated, grinding down in a circular motion. “I thought I said I was gonna take my time with you?”

Nagi groaned and tightened his grip on Reo’s hips.

“You’re a tease.”

Reo faked a look of shock.

“Me? A tease? How dare you,” he said, voice low.

Reo circled his hips again and his eyes unfocused briefly before going back to normal. He had that cocky look on his face, the one that he got whenever things were going his way. And lord, did Nagi wanna kiss that look away.

Quickly, Nagi snapped a hand up to grab Reo’s chin. Where this action came from, he wasn’t sure, but the way Reo’s breath hitched was perfect. Lunging forwards, Nagi captured Reo’s lips in a bruising kiss. Much less sweet than the one Reo had initiated, this kiss was almost all teeth.

Reo moaned and tipped his head back.

“Y-you want faster?” He stuttered.

Instead of answering, Nagi jerked his hips up, drawing out another moan from Reo and causing a sharp zing of pleasure to shoot to his core.

“Okay, okay, faster,” Reo said through a gasp.

Reo braced himself on Nagi’s shoulders again. When he rose up on his knees, cold air replaced the suffocating heat and had Nagi wanting to chase after it. But as soon as it was gone, Reo dropped back down. Their hips slapped against each other and the sound echoed through the room.

“Like- like that?” Reo asked.

“Mhm, yeah,” Nagi replied. “Like that.”

Reo blinked forcefully and repeated the motion. Again, and again, and again.

The friction felt so good. The constant pressure surrounding his cock was better than anything Nagi could have ever imagined sex feeling like. Each rise and fall, rapid and harsh, drew small sounds from Reo. And each of those sounds had the coil growing in Nagi’s core wide tighter and tighter. 

Reo tightened as his stomach clenched. Nagi hissed and his eyes shut tight. His head swam with too many thoughts at once, creating a muddy silence where the only clear word was “Reo.”

“Been thinking ‘bout this, hn, f-for a while,” Reo said when he dropped down, the mattress creaking underneath them. “Every time I had someone else here.”

Something dark spread through Nagi’s chest at the mention of those other people. The ones who got Reo before he even had the chance to realize what a crush felt like. 

“Don’t talk about- anyone else,” Nagi quickly said back. He grabbed Reo’s sides and dug his nails in.

Reo cried out, rolling his hips forwards so his cock grinded between their stomachs.

“You jealous?”

Yeah.

Nagi leaned close and bit Reo’s shoulder, bringing another one of those glorious sounds.

“You’re mine,” he said when he pulled back, eyeing the string of saliva that connected him to Reo.

“Fuck!”

Reo started moving faster, practically bouncing on Nagi’s cock, using the bed to his advantage. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows knitted together and a ruddy blush plastered to his skin.

Nagi’s stomach coiled tight. Each time Reo moved sent electric shocks through his body in waves, spreading out to his fingers and toes and causing them to curl.

More.

He snapped his hips up when Reo dropped. Heat panged in his core and Reo gasped something that sounded like a word. Something that sounded oddly like his name.

Close. 

Taking charge wasn’t something that Nagi did. He sat back and let others do that for him. So when his body moved on its own, arms wrapping around Reo’s torso and tipping him back to lay on the bed, Nagi was a little confused.

Reo seemed confused too, his eyes flying open and mouth dropping. Before he could say anything, Nagi gave an experimental thrust, and whatever Reo was planning on saying morphed into a moan.

It was as unfamiliar as having Reo ride him. Nagi shifted slightly, getting to a more comfortable position that didn’t have his hips cramping up. His face was over Reo’s, so close that they were sharing the same breath.

What now?

Reo stared into his eyes, pupils blown so wide that Nagi could barely see the violet colouring.

“You gonna move?” Reo murmured, and the words seemed to melt into the air.

“How?” Nagi asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

Reo laughed and draped his arms around Nagi’s neck.

“Just rock back and forth, I’ll like it no matter what.”

That simple? 

Following Reo’s instructions, Nagi pushed off his elbows and pulled out, then shoved back in

Oh. 

Reo made a sound of approval, so Nagi did that again. Drawing out and pushing back. Slowly at first, getting used to the motion.

Reo’s legs were getting in the way, splayed out on either side of Nagi’s hips. Narrowing his eyes, Nagi shifted his weight and hooked a hand under Reo’s knee to bend it up. They did that in porn, so it was probably a semi-good idea.

Reo whined and one of his hands grabbed a fistful of sheet. He wrapped his leg around Nagi’s waist, and he moved the other to join without prompting.

“Go faster,” Reo said, voice tight and pleading.

“Whatever Reo wants,” was Nagi’s reply, before he snapped his hips forwards.

The bed creaked again and the frame bumped against their shared wall. A sense of satisfaction flooded Nagi’s system as he thrusted again, this time making a louder thump.

His legs were already starting to burn, but for once, Nagi didn’t care. He didn’t care about how much effort this took and how breathless he was. Not when Reo’s head was pressing back into the mattress and his nails were dragging down his back with an icy burn.

The corners of Reo’s closed eyes beaded with tears and the hand that wasn’t death gripping the sheets shot between them to stroke his long forgotten dick.

“Fuck ‘m close,” Reo moaned. “Keep going, ohmigod.”

Don’t know if I can. 

Literally the only thing keeping Nagi from coming right then and there was sheer willpower. Willpower that he had no clue where he’d pulled from.

“You close?” Reo continued.

Nagi nodded. His stomach squeezed as Reo clenched and he whined.

“Been close.”

Reo opened his eyes partially and his body jerked.

“Wh- what’re you waiting for?”

You.

Whatever willpower Nagi had been relying on started seeping away. Instead, it spread into his body and sent white hot waves of pleasure through his core, disrupting his already janky rhythm.

Reo gasped and released the sheets to grapple at Nagi’s bicep.

“Cum. You mmm first. Ah always you,” he somehow managed through the string of whines and moans.

Even if he didn’t want to listen, there was no way Nagi could hold out anymore. He was already way beyond what he thought possible. He gave a few more thrusts through the stuttered rhythm before that ever winding coil snapped.

Nagi doubled over as he came, Reo’s name ghosting his lips like a prayer while his hips jerked forwards involuntarily with the tingles and waves. Reo cried out and dug his nails into Nagi’s arm, grinding up against Nagi’s stomach as it shook from his orgasm.

Nagi blinked slowly as he tried to focus through the pleasure, and he forced himself to push up on his elbows. He needed to see Reo’s face when he came.

And what a sight it was.

The unshed tears in Reo’s eyes had slid down his face, leaving shiny trails down his temples to his hairline. Said eyes were shut so tightly that Nagi couldn’t pry them open if he tried. Reo’s mouth seemed to want to close, but it was stuck wide open in constant moaning with his tongue threatening to escape from the side.

Not even a second later, Reo took a sharp breath in and his entire body went taut. His insides tightened around Nagi’s cock, which sent ripples of overstimulation to each nerve. With his last shred of energy, Nagi gave one final, exhausted, thrust.

Heat spread across his abs as Reo came, each burst causing Reo to tighten around Nagi in an almost suffocating way.

Reo collapsed against the bed, boneless and gasping for air. He freed his hand from Nagi’s arm to thread it through his hair.

“You,” Reo attempted to speak.

Nagi didn’t want to pull out. Despite the overstimulation, he craved more.

More of Reo, more of sex, just more.

“Not enough,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

His dick was still hard, buried in Reo’s ass, and tingling from climax.

This was new.

He pushed forwards, grinding against Reo’s hips, following this fire that grew wildly in his body. Nagi was exhausted, but he wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. 

Reo whimpered and his face screwed up in an almost pained expression. 

“You’re still…”

“Reo,” Nagi whined, languidly rocking back and forth into Reo’s heat. His muscles twitched with each drag, but he couldn’t stop. 

Reo bit his lip as his eyes welled up again.

“G-go ahead,” he murmured. “Use me.”

Whatever that meant, it caused the fire to rage. The coil began winding back up, faster than before.

Too much.

It almost hurt, the way Reo’s walls dragged against his cock. Even through the barrier of the condom, it was too much too fast.

Need, more. 

And yet it wasn’t enough. Not yet.

Despite the way his vision tunneled, vignettes of black surrounding the edge and shadows spotting his vision, Nagi chased after the feeling. He whined when Reo jerked, and his hands searched for something to grab. 

As if he could sense it, Reo reached out and rubbed the backs of Nagi’s clenched fists with his thumbs, soothing them open to twine their fingers together. Nagi closed his eyes, unable to fight his fading vision. He dropped his head down to Reo’s chest, listening for his heart, still rapidly beating. 

“Good boy,” Reo whispered. “You did so well.”

Nagi’s breath hitched and he squeezed Reo’s hands. The praise did something in his chest, twisting around his heart. He was getting close already.

Reo pressed a kiss to the top of his head, still tracing circles on Nagi’s hands.

“Gonna cum again?”

Nagi whined and tried to nod. He tried to say something, but the same disconnect as when he woke up blocked his vocal cords. He whined again, this time from frustration, and gave a pathetic thrust.

Reo gasped and his body quivered, but he didn’t try to push away. Instead, he gently shushed Nagi and kissed his head again.

“I’ve got you,” Reo murmured. “I’ve got you.”

The gentle affirmation is what did it. Instead of the rush from before, this time when Nagi came, it was a slow spread of heat. It inched outwards through his entire body with shivers and stuttered breaths.

Nagi thought he opened his eyes, but all he saw was black. His hands fell open and he went limp.

The first thing he felt once his vision began to clear was the soothing sensation of Reo playing with his hair. Nagi hummed and leaned into the touch.

“There you are,” Reo said softly. “You okay?”

Nagi tried to reply. Yes, he wanted to say. Tired. But that disconnect was still there, so he couldn’t.

“Nonverbal?”

He nodded and pressed against Reo’s chest. All he wanted to do was cuddle up and go to sleep.

“You did really well,” Reo said as he continued to stroke through Nagi’s hair. “Was your first time worth the wait?”

When Nagi nodded again, Reo chuckled, clearly pleased with himself. Even someone as emotionally stunted as Nagi could tell.

“Good.”

Nagi closed his eyes and nuzzled closer, trying to slot his head under Reo’s chin.

“Just one moment,” Reo whispered. 

Nagi whined as Reo removed his hands. Aimlessly, he tried to follow their touch, or at least he thought he did until he realized he hadn’t actually moved his head.

This is weird.

“Gotta clean up first, then we can cuddle, okay?”

Nagi shook his head, but Reo simply giggled.

“It’s not an option, I’m sorry.”

Nagi pouted while Reo flipped them over.

“God,” Reo said with a strained voice. “How in hell are you this heavy?”

Nagi spaced out while Reo extracted himself and tied off the condom. He was barely present, floating in this strange state of brain fog while a warm cloth wiped him down. Where the cloth came from, who the hell knows. 

It felt like both seconds and hours before Reo laid down next to him again. As soon as he registered Reo next to him, Nagi rolled over and buried his face in Reo’s neck, very pleased when the hands returned to his hair.

“You’re smiling,” Reo noted. “I feel like I won.”

Nagi couldn’t even think about what that meant before he drifted off to sleep.