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Reo could barely keep his eyes open as he trudged down the street, the faint sound of Halloween music and laughter drifting toward him in the breeze.
He tugged at the wide collar of his pirate costume and shifted uncomfortably. The costume left him feeling a bit more exposed than he liked, and the itchy fabric didn't help at all.
It was the cheapest thing he could allow himself to get without completely bruising his ego, his friends insisted that he'd keep it casual, as if he needed the reminder after last year's catastrophe.
The memory still haunted him. He’d shown up dressed to the nines as a Victorian detective, only to be surrounded by people in onesies and cheap plastic Michael Myers masks.
Still, Reo couldn’t resist putting in at least some effort. He still managed to look like he’d walked off the set of a pirate movie, albeit one with a very limited budget.
The plastic sword and smoky eyeliner were last-minute additions. Sure, he wanted to use the real, very sharp sword he had as room decor, but with Isagi around? That was a homicide waiting to happen, not an accident.
As much as Reo enjoyed dressing up, the exhaustion from the past few days hit hard. His back ached from falling asleep in the library after burying himself in textbooks and running on caffeine for three days straight had left him completely drained.
He felt more like a walking corpse than a pirate at this point.
Switching his course was inevitable, but he was determined to do it on his terms. When it’s time to confirm his exit to his parents, it will be with his head held high: “I could’ve done it, but I simply chose not to.”
Of course, heroically saving his GPA came at the cost of social interaction. Tonight’s mission was to recover, powered by more than a few vodka Red Bulls and some fucking around with his friends. He needed to remind himself that, despite everything, he wasn’t as lonely as he sometimes felt.
Speaking of social interaction and ‘ friends’ , one specific friend was missing from walking beside him at the moment. He glanced down at his phone, checking it for the hundredth time to see if Nagi might have texted him back about when he's gonna arrive.
Nagi has been weird after the incident , predictabley. After leaving his room he thought everything was normal, and Nagi still sent him enough Instagram Reels of people roleplaying as alpha wolves to be sure he's still on his friend’s good side. So it's not full-on ghosting, but definitely... distant.
He'd assured Reo he'd show up to the party on his own, which felt odd enough on its own. Nagi going anywhere without him was like a fish voluntarily leaving water.
Reo sighed, running a hand through his hair as Kunigami’s frat house finally came into view, the heavy music already vibrating under his skin.
Weaving through the random people crowded on the porch, he wasn't really surprised to see the party in full swing.
He took a quick glance at his texts with Kunigami, his friends were hanging out by the backyard pool.
He spotted Chigiri almost immediately, his bright hair standing out even under the big witch hat he was wearing. Of fucking course he was a witch . Next to him, Robin and Beast Boy were casually trading hits off an elf bar.
“Really? You told me not to be a vampire, just for you to go as robin?” Reo called out to Isagi, practically shouting to be heard over the music.
They all turned to look at him, and Reo couldn’t help but do a double-take when he caught sight of Bachira’s green-painted face. It threw him off more than he expected.
“I realized I’d have to wear a suit to be a good vampire,” Isagi replied, rolling his eyes. “This seemed comfier.”
“It’s not,” Bachira stated, like they hadn’t already figured that out just from one look at the skintight jumpsuit.
Reo could feel Chigiri’s eyes studying his outfit for a moment, he nodded in approval. “Looking good, captain.”
“You too, selma” He couldn't hide his grin, a compliment from Chigiri is enough to make anyone's day.
“Wait, where’s your sailor?” Realization dawned on Chigiri’s face, his eyes narrowing as he pointed at Reo. “I told you, no booze if you dont bring him.”
“Chill, man. He’s on his way,” Reo said, though the words felt empty as he said them. He couldn’t help but pause, doubt crossing his mind. Was Nagi really coming?
“Actually,” He continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “have you guys noticed Nagi acting weird lately?”
“Is that why he’s not with you?” As expected, Bachira’s response was less than helpful.
Reo rolled his eyes as he sighed. “Just tell me, have you noticed anything? I haven’t seen him in a couple of days.”
“He seemed fine to me,” Isagi shrugged, sipping his drink. “We played Valorant yesterday.”
Reo frowned, staring down at the ground, still unconvinced. The nagging feeling in his gut didn’t disappear just because Nagi had been his usual self during a video game. Something felt off, even if no one else seemed to notice it.
What didn't sit right with him was that Nagi usually complained non-stop about how loud and boring parties were, only tolerating them because Reo dragged him along. This time, he’d volunteered to come alone.
“Fine, forget about it. Maybe I’m overthinking,” he muttered, though it didn’t feel like overthinking at all. It felt more like a ticking bomb, waiting for it to blow in his face.
“You? Overthinking? No way,” Chigiri shot back, shaking his head with a mock serious expression.
Before reo could respond, Bachira jumped in, grinning. “Maybe he’s planning a dramatic entrance, like he’ll show up dressed as a giant PS5 or something. You know, you attract what you are.”
The mental image of Nagi shuffling into the party dressed as a gaming console made Reo laugh despite himself. They’re going to be so disappointed when they see him, though.
“He's actually gonna—”
“Don’t say it!” Bachira and Isagi shouted in unison, cutting him off before he could ruin their guessing game.
“I bet you ten bucks it’s the burrito costume from last year,” Isagi added, always one to turn anything into a bet. He already looked like he was mentally pocketing the cash.
Reo shook his head, smirking. “You mean when he cut two eye holes in that tortilla blanket and called himself ‘the burrito ghost’?”
Chigiri scoffed, his expression unimpressed. “Pure laziness wrapped in a blanket, he would take it to matches if Ego allowed it.”
“He might actually be a genius,” Bachira sighed, with the kind of admiration you’d expect from someone who truly believed it. “Even I wouldn’t have thought of that.”
“Maybe he got lost,” Chigiri offered dryly, changing the topic back to what it was originally about, sensing Reo’s worry. “You know he zones out if he walks anywhere for more than five minutes.”
“That wouldn’t be surprising,” Reo admitted.
The conversation drifted for a moment as Reo glanced around the crowded backyard, the steady bass of the music blending with the laughter and shouting of partygoers.
He lazily scanned the sea of costumes, hoping to see something interesting, but he eventually got bored after the third couple dressed as cops and prisoners.
He rolled his eyes and absentmindedly checked his phone one last time, still nothing from Nagi.
He returned to his friends, only to see their faces frozen in shock, all of them staring wide-eyed at something behind him, as if they’d just seen a ghost.
Confused, Reo raised an eyebrow. He was just about to turn around, when he suddenly felt a warm breath against his ear, followed by a low, teasing, Meow.
The sound was so close that only he could hear it, sending a shiver down his spine.
that sound definitely, unmistakably, belonged to Nagi.
“What the fuck, Reo? Why did you make him wear fetish gear?” Chigiri shouted at reo, barely managing to get the words out through his laughter.
Reo turned, finally facing Nagi, who was standing there with a calm, almost indifferent expression. “What do you mean? Do you not like it?” Nagi asked, his voice soft but teasing as he looked down at Reo through his lashes, clearly taking advantage of the 5 centimeter height difference.
He looked at him like he only wanted to hear Reo’s Answer.
Reo blinked, trying to process what he was seeing. Did he like it ?
In front of him stood Nagi, dressed in a ridiculously tight spaghetti strap tank. Around his neck hung a black collar with a bell that chimed softly with every movement, a white tail swinging behind him, matching the cat ears perched on his head. His hands were covered in fingerless paw gloves, completing the absurd look.
Reo could barely keep it together. He never thought he would witness something hotter than Nagi’s post-goal celebrations.
Clearing his throat, Reo tried to shake off the blush forming on his face. “First of all, he picked this himself,” he shot back at his friends, who were practically doubled over with laughter. “You look fine. Don’t listen to them.” he turned to Nagi and added.
“Be honest, how much did he pay you for this?” Isagi asked, barely keeping a straight face.
“And since when do you own clothes that aren't twice your size?” Bachira jumped in, grinning ear to ear.
Nagi, completely unbothered, deliberately ignored Isagi. “Dunno, i found it in my closet”
“Wait, did you come on your own just to surprise us with whatever this is?” Isagi leaned in, eyes wide with amusement.
Nagi’s brow furrowed. “No,” he replied, sounding genuinely confused by the accusation.
“Such a lying attention whore!” Chigiri cackled, his voice becoming more witchy by the second.
Before Reo could defend his poor treasure, Kunigami appeared out of nowhere, in Patrick Bateman’s iconic bloodied coat, two shots in hand. Exactly what Reo needed at the moment.
“What did you do to get him to wear a collar?” Kunigami questioned, passing both shots to Reo with a knowing look.
Reo, beyond relieved, grabbed a shot, then the other and downed both instantly, grateful for the distracting burn of alcohol. “I swear, I had nothing to do with this!” he insisted, but his words were only fuel to the group’s laughter.
He couldn't help but sigh, trying his best to avoid the burning gaze of the man next to him, the faint smile on Nagi’s lips was enough to stress him out.
But Nagi, of course, would never let himself be ignored. Attention whore, what Chigiri said. He grabbed Reo’s arm, his grip firm but casual. “Come on, let’s go get me a drink,” Without even waiting for a response, he began to drag Reo inside.
Reo looked back at his friends, silently begging them to intervene. But instead, they just waved him off with exaggerated whistles. Unbelievable. He groaned internally.
As they walked through the crowd, Nagi’s hand never left his arm, guiding him with a confidence that felt both foreign and natural. The noise of the party surrounded them, but it all blurred into the background as Reo focused on the subtle sway of that ridiculous tail and the soft ringing of the collar on his neck.
He shouldn’t have been surprised, he already knew what Nagi was going to wear. But he didn’t actually expect him to put effort into looking good . He thought Nagi would half-ass it, maybe just wear the cat ears and call it a day. But no, even his boots were clean, dammit.
His train of thought was cut short as they reached the crowded kitchen. Nagi finally let go of his arm, hopping up to sit on the counter, his long legs swinging like he was actually excited to drink.
“So, what should you make me, Reo?” Nagi asked, tilting his head slightly, making the question sound annoyingly cute. It was obvious he wasn’t asking for drink advice, he was just asking Reo to make one for him.
Reo managed to pull himself together, no high pitched cackles flustering him now. “Uh, something strong,” he muttered, though he wasn’t sure if his suggestion was for Nagi or himself.
He opened the fridge, rummaging for some juice to mix up their drinks. “So, why were you late?” Reo asked, expecting a classic Nagi answer like ‘I forgot’ or ‘I fell asleep.’
But to his surprise, Nagi looked at his feet, seeming a little embarrassed. “The tail needed batteries, so I had to go buy some.”
Reo chuckled, shaking his head. “You know you could’ve worn it without that, right?”
Nagi looked offended by the idea. “But then it wouldn’t move,” he said, as if that was the worst scenario imaginable.
Reo stood there, momentarily speechless as he poured their drinks, the steady clink of ice in the plastic cups filling the silence.
He handed Nagi his drink, fully expecting him to take a cautious sip and complain about the taste, something typical. But startlingly, Nagi raised the cup to his lips and downed the entire thing in one gulp, his face scrunched as he gagged from the taste.
“Easy, man!” Reo’s eyes widened, already reaching for more orange juice to soften the blow.
Nagi took the juice, still recovering, and sipped it much more carefully. “I want to have fun, like you said,” he explained, voice calm and determined, he definitely took Reo’s earlier words to heart.
Reo couldn’t help but smile softly. There was something oddly endearing about Nagi trying to fit in and have fun in the way his peers do. “Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you have to blackout,” he said, tone gentle.
Nagi simply nodded, taking another sip of juice as if seriously reconsidering his approach. Then, out of nowhere, he asked, “Do you think Kunigami locked his room?”
Reo was taken aback at that, “Why?”
Instead of answering, Nagi hopped off the counter, grabbing the half-empty vodka bottle and juice. He shoved them into Reo’s arms without so much as a word and simply said, “Let’s go.”
With no choice but to follow, Reo trailed behind as they made their way upstairs. As they passed through the crowded living room, Reo briefly made eye contact with his teammate, Shidou, who unsurprisingly flashed him a wide smirk and made a crude hand-job motion in the air. Reo grimaced in disgust and rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time this night.
They skipped past the long line of people waiting for the bathroom, Nagi leading him quietly towards Kunigami’s room, and when they reached the door, he casually grabbed the knob and turned it. The door swung open without resistance.
“Knew it,” Nagi exhaled quietly, as if he had been counting on the door being unlocked.
“Didn't his frat bros teach him anything?” Reo muttered under his breath as they stepped inside. The soundproof door clicked shut behind them, immediately cutting off the party’s noise.
The sudden quiet was jarring, even though the thumping bass and muffled shuffling of people could still be felt through the walls. The contrast was stark.
Nagi immediately went for Kunigami’s TV, more specifically, the PlayStation perched on the table below it.
Reo shook his head, dropping down onto the bed with a loud thud. “Did you actually come here just to play?” he asked, watching as Nagi fiddled with the controllers. So much for fitting in and socializing.
“Obviously,” Nagi deadpanned, powering on the console, then switched to Chigiri’s account with practiced ease. “He was rude and laughed at me earlier, so I’m opening all his FIFA packs. I hope my bad luck taints his account forever.”
Reo snorted, “You might actually be evil.” and maybe Reo thought to himself that Chigiri deserved it, he would never admit it out loud, though.
Nagi, unfazed, settled himself on the floor, scooting backward until he was sitting between Reo’s legs, leaning against the bed’s base.
It was nothing unusual, this was Nagi’s favorite spot whenever he played in the presence of Reo, except the fur ears that blended seamlessly to his head, looking incredibly soft. It's like they belonged to him and were simply an extension of his body, too perfect.
Reo is only a man, and with Nagi seated between his legs like this, he couldn't resist. His fingers itched to reach out, to touch. So without thinking, he gently ran his fingers through Nagi's hair, thoroughly relishing in the softness.
Nagi flinched slightly at the touch and glanced up at him, the game momentarily forgotten as the screen in front of him showed an irrelevant player, Nagi’s doing. His plan worked after all.
“Does it feel weird because of the ears?” Reo asked, noting the way Nagi was staring at him. He remembered the last time he’d done this, Nagi had practically purred with contentment. The only difference now was the costume. “Do you want me to take them off?”
“No!” Nagi’s response was instant and loud, considered shouting in his standards. “I like it more with them.” he confessed.
Oh ? Reo was getting intrigued. “And why’s that, treasure?” The alcohol was clearly loosening Nagi up, Reo couldn’t help but indulge in it.
Nagi blinked slowly, then turned his attention back to the screen, pressing random buttons as if the game no longer mattered. “I don’t know, it just feels… right,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, still figuring it out himself.
Alright, he’ll take that for an answer , Reo thought as he began moving his hand again, fingers threading slowly through soft white strands. Each stroke was excruciatingly slow, and with every pass, Nagi seemed to melt into the touch, his body sinking further into relaxation. His head eventually tilted all the way back into Reo’s lap, eyes closed.
Reo’s hand drifted down to the nape of Nagi’s neck, his fingers lightly playing with the hairs behind his ears. The gentle touch earned him a low groan, a sound that sent a warm, tingling sensation straight through his body.
Nagi shifted, turning his head to the side, pressing his face into Reo’s palm with a surprising amount of force, as if forcibly seeking more of the touch. Reo’s fingers moved on their own, tracing from Nagi’s ear down to the length of his jaw, his touch light but deliberate.
“Feels good,” Nagi murmured in content, voice almost whiney.
At that, Reo froze for a moment, fully holding Nagi’s face in his hand. He found himself staring at the wet, glossy curve of his lips. And instinctively grazed it with his thumb, then gently rubbing it again.
The low moan that followed startled him, jolting him back into reality and making him realize just how intimate this moment had become.
To make matters worse, or maybe better, Nagi nuzzled deeper into his hand, pressing wet, lazy kisses to his palm and fingers, each touch hitting him at his core.
Reo’s breath hitched, his mind racing to make sense of what was happening. Was Nagi drunk? Or maybe he was the one imagining things, the shots he took from Kunigami laced with something stronger than alcohol.
His heart pounded louder than the muffled party noise beyond the door, but his eyes stayed locked on Nagi, trying to decipher whether this was real.
Nagi gave Reo’s palm one last kiss before shifting completely. Now on his knees, he turned to face Reo, grabbing his hand possessively and placing it back on his face, demanding more. Nagi nuzzled into his touch again, breathing heavily, open-mouthed, with low hums that dangerously leaned into moans.
The sight was unbelievably lewd in a way Reo would have never expected from his best friend, his teammate.
The thought made his legs tremble slightly around Nagi, and without thinking, he wrapped them around his body, pulling him closer to his lap. The proximity made his pulse race even faster.
Nagi, still holding Reo’s hand, continued pressing kisses to his fingers, and then suddenly opened his eyes, locking his gaze on Reo’s. Without any warning, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Reo’s index finger, his lips parting as he sucked on it slowly.
Reo’s brain short-circuited, and before he could stop himself, the words slipped out.
“Open up, treasure.”
Nagi’s eyes flickered, like the command had triggered something in him. He obeyed immediately, parting his lips and his tongue slipping out slightly, but keeping just enough distance from Reo’s hand to make him wait.
Such a fucking tease.
Without hesitation, Reo did what he was supposed to do, sliding two long fingers into Nagi’s mouth. Nagi took his time with it, sucking teasingly slowly and hollowing his cheeks as he hummed around Reo’s fingers, his half-lidded eyes staring up at Reo full of intent, making every second feel like eternity.
Reo knew it was just his fingers in Nagi’s mouth, but the sensation felt like it was happening somewhere else entirely, something in his pants throbbed with anticipation, desperately waiting for it's turn.
His other hand, restless and aching to be put to use, intuitively moved to the back of Nagi’s head, fingers tangling in a thick handful of white hair, tugging more roughly than he intended.
At the touch, Nagi actually moaned a low, breathy sound that vibrated on Reo’s fingers, sending a shudder through him. It made Nagi choke momentarily, pulling away from Reo’s fingers as he gasped for air, mouth open, inhaling deeply, with drool trickling down his chin. The sight was almost too much, and the heat in his pants flared.
As Nagi regained his breath, he leaned back in with determination, this time licking along Reo’s fingers from where it connected with his hand to the tip, his tongue tracing every inch before nibbling lightly on them.
Reo’s hand tightened in Nagi’s hair, desperately trying to ground himself, to cling to something . He should’ve pushed Nagi away. Asked him what the hell they were doing, why they both had visible dents straining their lower halves, and why Nagi was making sounds that suggested he was enjoying this.
But he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He wanted to drown in the moment, to kiss Nagi like he had been dying to do for what felt like forever.
And Reo does whatever the fuck he wants.
He pulled his fingers from Nagi’s mouth, who let go with a breathless gasp, strings of spit still connecting his fingers and Nagi’s lips. Reo paused to admire the sight, before grabbing his collar and pulling him up to press their lips together like he had always dreamed of doing.
The kiss shook him to his core, a surge of heat and need overwhelming him. An undignified sound slipped from Reo’s throat, one he knew he’d regret later, but it didn’t matter. Nagi was already pressing his tongue against his lips, eager and desperate, like the needy mess he was. Reo let him in, their tongues crashing together in a way that made his head spin.
Before he completely loses himself, Reo breaks the kiss, pulling back to look at Nagi. And it nearly undid him, Nagi perched awkwardly on his knees, his hair a wild mess and his entire weight held only by Reo’s grip on his collar. His cat ears were drooping, and his tail wiggled uncontrollably behind him.
Fuck, Nagi looks absolutely beautiful. So Reo tells him that, making sure to look into his eyes so he knows he means it.
Nagi actually blushes, then follows it with an embarrassed pout, “Reo, my neck hurts,” his throat sounded abused, and it was only two fingers.
Reo ignored that comment, too focused on the desire burning in his chest. “Listen, treasure,” he began, his voice low and thick with need, “I want you to take something other than my fingers… Can you handle bigger?”
The words slipped out before Reo could second-guess them. And if Nagi laughed at him now, told him this was all a cruel prank, and that the kiss meant nothing… Well, Reo knew it would be entirely his fault for falling into it.
But Nagi didn’t laugh. His eyes widened, and he shifted on his knees, Reo loosening his grip slightly to give him space to pull away if he wanted to. Instead, Nagi’s gaze deepened, his voice roughening. “Yes, boss, I can do it,” he whispered, then added shyly, “Please.”
The unexpected plea hit him harder than he imagined. He felt a surge of heat at Nagi’s words. “Do you even know how to do it, baby?” The pet name left Reo’s lips before he could stop it, making him cringe internally while Nagi’s breath hitched at hearing it.
“No,” Nagi admitted, his voice shaky, “but Reo can tell me what to do. Like everything else.” He looked up at him, lips parted, eyes wide and trusting, thinking about his next move.
Reo’s heart pounded, fully mesmerized by the vulnerability in front of him. “Okay, then. Whenever you’re ready,” he murmured, his hand continuing to gently massage Nagi’s scalp, he would be content with staying like this forever
He kept glancing from Reo’s eyes to his crotch til he decidedly made his mind. Reo took a breath, steadying himself as he let his fingers trail down the nape of Nagi’s neck, his mind racing with thoughts of what was about to unfold.
With a deliberate, almost hesitant touch, Nagi pawed at Reo’s crotch, his fingers exploring and trying to gauge what he was dealing with. Reo bit his lip, stifling the sound that threatened to escape.
“I want to do it, Reo,” Nagi whispered, his voice soft and determined. With careful fingers, Nagi unbuttoned Reo’s pants, fumbling a bit in his eagerness.
When he reached into Reo’s boxers, the fur gloves tickled against his skin, creating a mix of sensations that Reo had never experienced before. Nagi pulled his hardening dick and stared at the length, taking slow, deep breaths as if to brace himself.
It wasn’t like this was the first time Nagi had seen him naked, they’d shared locker rooms for ages, flashing your teammates was just a matter of time. But the way Nagi stared now, with a mix of awe and uncertainty, made it feel entirely different.
The moment hung between them, heavy and charged, as Nagi’s breath warmed the skin below. Reo could see the determination mixed with nerves in Nagi’s eyes, pure beauty.
Finally, Nagi broke eye contact to lean in closer, his lips brushing against Reo’s tip, and he had to bite back a moan, the lightest touch sending a shock of pleasure through him. Nagi seemed to feel it too, pausing for a moment before pressing a firmer kiss, lips soft but hesitant. Reo’s fingers tightened unconsciously in Nagi’s hair, earning a quiet, encouraging hum in response.
Nagi’s movements were careful and experimental, his parted lips trailing tentatively along the large veins that decorated Reo’s dick. then trailing back up to the tip to suck it into his mouth.
“That's good,” Reo murmured, almost as if guiding him. Nagi took the praise as a sign, his confidence seeming to grow as he took more of Reo in, moving slowly, tentatively at first.
He could feel every flick of Nagi’s tongue, every slight change in pressure, his hips jerked slightly in a moment of weakness, and he immediately cursed himself, forcing his body to still. He felt Nagi hum around him in response, the vibration sending a wave of heat pooling in his gut, making Reo’s breath catch.
His breath came in shallow pants, chest heaving with the effort to keep still every time Nagi’s tongue traced along the sensitive underside.
Reo’s pulse pounded in his ears, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open, to watch every flicker of emotion cross Nagi’s face. Nagi seemed completely absorbed, focused on doing this right. His eyes stayed half-lidded, occasionally glancing up to meet Reo’s, gauging his reactions as he tried to maintain the pace.
He took Reo deeper, his focus unwavering. The way he moved was unpracticed, but somehow that made it feel more intimate, more real, more Nagi . Each touch seemed to make the room spin, and Reo stopped trying to tame the sounds he let out.
The heat and tightness made Reo zone out, his stomach coiling tighter with each teasing pull of Nagi’s lips. A thin line of drool dripped from Nagi’s chin, pooling onto Reo’s skin, amplifying the slick sensation and making every movement more intense.
As Nagi’s movements grew more confident, Reo’s breath came in stuttering gasps, his fingers tightening in Nagi’s hair. “Just like that,” he muttered, the words almost slipping out on their own, completely raw. Then, catching sight of the fur ears perched atop Nagi’s head, he added softly, almost as an afterthought, “Good job, kitten.”
The effect was immediate. Nagi’s eyes widened in surprise, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks. He took Reo’s length deeper unconsciously, gagging slightly as his body reacted to the unexpected praise.
Reo cursed under his breath, panic flickering in his chest. Shit, was that too weird ? He quickly pulled Nagi away, who coughed slightly, trying to catch his breath. “Don’t rush,” Reo murmured, trying to sound as steady as possible.
Nagi only nodded in response, eyes focused, and before Reo could say anything else, he leaned back in, eager to take Reo into his mouth again, like a kitten reaching for its favorite toy that had been snatched away.
“I said don’t rush” Reo repeated, his voice rough and firm, more of an order than a reminder. He rested his dick against Nagi’s flushed cheek, watching the boy’s reaction. Nagi immediately began nuzzling and kissing the length, making soft, eager sounds that sent shivers down Reo’s spine.
“But Reo,” Nagi’s voice broke through his haze, and Reo struggled to concentrate, his mind foggy with desire. He could barely process the words as he stared down at Nagi, drool and precum covering his face, shining in the dim light. “I want you” Nagi murmured, his eyes pleading as if begging Reo to let him continue.
Reo’s breath caught in his throat, he couldn’t just focus on what they were doing now, his thoughts were racing ahead, imagining all the things he was going to do, all the things he wanted to do. He swallowed hard, trying to clear his head, but the scene in front of him was like something ripped straight from a porno.
He wanted to take things further badly .
“Nagi,” he muttered, voice strained with barely contained need. “I’m gonna have to fuck you.”
Nagi’s breath hitched audibly, his eyes locking onto Reo’s with an intensity that made Reo’s pulse thunder in his ears. “Please,” he whispered, voice shaky but resolute. “What are you waiting for?”
Reo nearly lost his mind at that. Fucking this gorgeous mess in front of him might be the final thing that would push him over the edge. But somewhere in the back of his mind, the tiniest voice of reason cut through his desire.
“We’re in Kunigami’s room,” Reo said, glancing warily at the door as if God heard him and sent someone to open it at this exact moment, “Anyone could walk in right now.”
Nagi’s face contorted with a mix of desperation and resolve, “I need it, Reo,” he said, the words came out like he would do anything to have it.
He gently petted Nagi’s head, running his fingers through the soft white hair, massaging the way he knew made Nagi let out the sweetest whiney noises. “Don’t worry, baby,” Reo said, voice low and steady, “I’m gonna fuck you really good. But not here. Get up, and let’s get out of here.”
Nagi nodded, shaky and eager, getting up on wobbly knees. He leaned forward and pressed one last open-mouthed kiss to Reo’s lips, lingering for a moment as if savoring it.
When they pulled apart, Reo took a steadying breath, eyes still fixed on Nagi. “You have lube in your room, right?” he asked, only half jokingly.
The perfect excuse: Nagi “blacked out,” and Reo had to take him home. The simple plan succeeded, and even if their friends were suspicious, it didn’t matter. Not when Reo now had Nagi beneath him, clad only in his boxers, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and grinding against him, each movement sending jolts of arousal through his entire body.
Reo had gotten carried away with sucking on Nagi’s neck, leaving it marked with red and purple bruises beneath and around his collar.
The colors stood out starkly against Nagi's pale skin, the black leather bringing it all together.
He couldn’t help it, really. Every sound that left Nagi’s mouth intoxicated him more and more, pulling Reo in deeper until he was moving without thinking. and god was Nagi loud.
The vibrant red on Nagi’s lips mirrored the soreness in his own, and Reo’s lips tingled with the lingering heat of their fierce kisses.
Reo pressed gentle pecks along the bruised skin of Nagi’s neck, then pulled back slightly to admire his work. Nagi’s body was truly stunning, sculpted and toned like the athlete he was, the same athlete Reo had found and created.
His gaze drifted downward, tracing the curves and planes of Nagi’s chest. The sight of Nagi’s perky chest, with two perfectly pink nipples, was too enticing. Reo didn’t waste a second before leaning down, his lips capturing one of those pink buds as his tongue began to tease and swirl. Nagi’s reaction was immediate, his moans ragged and drawn out.
Reo felt Nagi’s hips moving faster against him, the rhythm desperate and pitiful in its urgency. A part of Reo almost felt bad for his poor treasure, but he was determined to make Nagi’s first time unforgettable. He wanted to ensure that no one else would ever come close to giving him this feeling.
He pulled back slightly, bringing his fingers to Nagi’s mouth. “Get them wet,” Reo ordered.
Nagi’s tongue obediently coated Reo’s fingers with saliva, and Reo took them to the neglected nipple, circling it while his mouth continued to lavish attention on the other. Nagi’s body arched under him, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to find friction, the bell ringing with every move.
“Reo! Please!” Nagi groaned, voice rough with urgency, and Reo decided it was time. Nagi was already leaking heavily through his boxers, his desperation clear.
Reo captured Nagi’s lips again, in a sloppy heated kiss, sucking gently on his tongue before pulling back. He reached over to the bedside table, grabbing the bottle of lube and opening it with a quiet click. “Come on, kitten,” Reo murmured, his voice low and coaxing. “Turn around and get on your knees for me.”
Nagi hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty passing through his eyes. Reo saw it and immediately leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Nagi’s temple. “Don’t worry,” he whispered,“You know I’d never hurt you, treasure.”
Nagi’s expression relaxed, and he nodded, his trust unwavering. “I don’t like pain,” he admitted quietly.
“I know,” Reo replied, stroking Nagi’s hair softly. “I’ll be careful.”
With that, Nagi turned around and got on all fours, covering his face shyly with the pillow. The fur tail attached to the back of his waistband now sat in full display, twitching slightly with every anxious breath. Reo reached underneath it, his fingers brushing the artificial fur as he carefully slid Nagi’s boxers down, inch by inch, taking his time to savor the sight of Nagi’s flushed skin and the anticipation building in his body.
When the boxers were completely off, Reo took in the view in front of him, the curve of Nagi’s back, the way his muscles tensed, and the sight of his exposed twitching hole just beneath the base of the tail. He ran a hand gently down Nagi’s spine, feeling the shiver that ran through him in response.
“Good,” Reo muttered to himself, appreciating the trust in Nagi’s pose. He squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, warming it slightly before pressing a reassuring hand to Nagi’s lower back. “You’re doing so well, Nagi,” he murmured, his voice steady as he positioned himself behind him.
Slowly, Reo brought his fingers down, trailing them over Nagi’s entrance, feeling the tension in his body. He pressed one finger gently, testing, waiting for Nagi’s body to relax around him. Nagi’s breathing was uneven, his head still tucked, but he nodded, giving Reo the go-ahead.
“There you go,” Reo whispered, sliding a finger in carefully. “Just relax, treasure. I’ve got you.”
Nagi’s body arched with a loud whine, the movement causing Reo’s finger to sink deeper. The tight warmth around his finger made Reo gulp, and he couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to fit, and if he could possibly stay in control long enough to not come immediately.
To ease Nagi, Reo gently massaged his ass, rubbing small circles with his thumb while moving the finger slowly to get Nagi accustomed to the sensation. He was focused on taking it slow, but Nagi, in a strained voice, took him aback. “I can do more.”
Reo smiled to himself, impressed but not shocked. Of course his treasure would always be eager to push himself further. He obliged, slipping in a second finger and carefully twisting them to stretch Nagi’s walls. He could feel Nagi’s legs trembling, the boy was trying so hard to stay composed.
“How are you feeling, kitten?” Reo asked softly, his voice steady as he continued. “Come on, let me see your face.”
Nagi didn’t lift his head, only mumbling something incoherent into the mattress, but the tone was reassuring enough for Reo to keep going.
Adding a third finger, Reo moved them gently, feeling the resistance in Nagi’s body gradually ease. The sight of Nagi struggling to hold himself up, muscles quivering with the effort, made Reo’s heart race. He admired the boy’s resolve, his willingness to push through the discomfort to prove something to both of them.
“I think you’re ready, treasure,” Reo murmured, his voice husky with barely contained excitement. He slid his fingers out slowly, giving Nagi a moment to catch his breath. Reo’s other hand continued to rub soothing circles over Nagi’s lower back, grounding them both in the moment.
He leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Nagi’s spine, feeling the boy shiver beneath him. “You’re doing so well,” he praised softly, feeling the tension in Nagi’s body slowly unwind.
Just as Reo was about to lube himself up, his hands trembling with excitement, Nagi’s voice stopped him. “Reo, there’s something more,” he murmured, his tone wavering. He turned slightly, glancing over his shoulder, and Reo’s chest tightened at the sight, Nagi’s eyes were glassy with unshed tears.
“What is it, treasure?” Reo asked softly, resisting the urge to reach out and wipe those tears away.
“Under the bed,” Nagi said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Reo blinked, momentarily confused, but then leaned down to search. His hand immediately bumped into a plastic bag, and he pulled it out, feeling a bit of curiosity mixed with anxiety. It was the same bag that the costume must have come in, and when he opened it, his eyes widened at what was inside, a sleek metal leash with a leather handle that matched the collar around Nagi’s neck.
“Put it on me, Reo,” Nagi whispered, and Reo felt a wave of heat rush through his body. He suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to touch himself, just to keep himself losing his mind right then and there. But he held himself back, focusing on the task at hand as Nagi watched him with intense eyes.
Reo’s fingers trembled slightly as he attached the leash to the collar, the metal clicking softly into place. He gave it a gentle tug to make sure it was secure, and the bell on the collar jingled softly in response. “Does it hurt, kitten?”
Nagi simply shook his head , that was all the reassurance Reo needed. The tightness in his boxers was almost unbearable now, and he quickly lubed himself up, wiping his hand on the sheets with a shaky breath.
With a firm yet gentle hand, Reo pushed Nagi’s tail to the side, revealing the flushed skin beneath. He stroked Nagi’s ass again, feeling the heat radiating from him, and gave a few light slaps, watching the way Nagi’s body twitched and shivered in response.
“You’re perfect,” Reo murmured as he lined himself up with Nagi’s stretched hold.
“Breathe,” he whispered, his voice almost trembling with restraint. Reo pressed forward slowly, easing the tip inside, feeling the tightness envelop him inch by inch. His other hand moved to grip the leash, a steady anchor for both of them.
Nagi’s breathing came in quick, shallow pants, his back arching as he adjusted to the new sensation. Reo paused, giving him a moment, his thumb stroking soothing circles over Nagi’s lower back. “You’re doing so well, treasure,” he murmured, his voice both encouraging and strained.
As Nagi relaxed, Reo continued to press, moving slowly, savoring every second of the warmth and tightness around him. He could feel the tension in Nagi’s body gradually ease, the boy’s breathing evening out as he got used to his insides stretching around Reo.
When Reo was fully inside, he let out a loud shuddering groan that matched what nagi let out, resting his forehead against Nagi’s back for a moment to ground himself. He was so close to losing control, the overwhelming heat and closeness making his head spin.
“You okay?” Reo asked, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn’t move, not yet, not until he was sure.
Nagi nodded, biting his lips . “Yeah,” he whined, the leash held firmly in Reo’s grasp. “Please, Reo… move.”
That was all the permission Reo needed. He pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, setting a slow and steady rhythm was much more difficult than he expected. Each movement made the arousal double, and the sound of the bell softly jingling with every thrust was almost hypnotic.
“Good boy,” Reo muttered, his hand tightening slightly on the leash as he found a deeper, more deliberate pace. He couldn’t help the groans that slipped from his lips, the intensity of it all pushing him closer to his breaking point.
He gently pulled to arch Nagi’s back, and the shift elicited a sharp breath from Nagi. That sound jolted Reo and brought him to look at the boy under him, the pillow was wet with his tears and he was leaking all over the mattress. Reo paused, realizing Nagi needed a moment. He pulled out carefully and flipped him onto his back.
Now facing Reo, Nagi looked momentarily caught off guard, blinking as if trying to distract him from the tears still glistening in his eyes.
“Don't cry, treasure,” Reo murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Nagi’s cheek while his hand wrapped around his leaking dick, stroking gently. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Nagi’s eyes rolled in pleasure and he thrusted in Reo’s hand, his cries leaning into screams loud enough to drown out the sound of the bell with each movement.
Arousal took over Reo once more, and he bit down on the handle of the leash, gripping it between his teeth. Hooking Nagi’s leg over his shoulder, Reo repositioned himself, pressing inside again, the new angle earning a deep gasp from Nagi.
This time, Reo’s pace was less controlled, sloppy and urgent, driven by his own overwhelming need. He moved with a relentless rhythm, chasing his own pleasure all while his hand continued to stroke Nagi’s dick, slick leaking all over his sweaty abs.
Reo’s next thrust found a deeper spot, and Nagi’s body clenched around him in response, the tightness nearly immobilizing. But Reo kept moving, the pressure of Nagi’s twitching hole felt heavenly.
“I’m close,” Reo murmured as he pulled Nagi impossibly closer, eyes fluttering shut as he felt himself nearing release. The pounding in his ears made it impossible to hear Nagi's answer, completely lost in arousal.
A few more thrusts were all it took before he spilled inside, continuing to fuck through orgasm, while every inch of his skin tingled and his muscles burned in exhaustion and pleasure.
Slowly, Reo pulled out, watching his release seeping from Nagi, staining the white fur of the tail. He knew he’d replay this scene in his mind a thousand times.
He looked up to stare at Nagi's face, eyes closed and his chest falling and rising in heavy breaths. His softened dick warm in Reo’s hand, and he realized with a quiet smile that Nagi must’ve come at the same time. How incredibly endearing. Reo gave it a few more gentle strokes, to coax Nagi to look back at him.
Nagi winced in overstimulation but finally opened his eyes, blinking through the daze. “How do you feel?” Reo asked softly before pulling himself up on shaky legs to grab a damp towel.
“Sticky,” Nagi answered, his usual deadpan tone creeping back through exhaustion.
Reo chuckled as he returned, beginning to clean Nagi’s stomach and then his lower back. “Sore?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.
“Not too much, reo was gentle.”
“Of course I was, you’re my treasure, after all.”
Nagi’s lips quirked into one of his rare, soft smiles. He was a human who smiled, yes, but seeing it felt special every single time, because once and once again it was reserved only for Reo. It made his heart flutter and his stomach turn in the best way possible.
“Reo,” Nagi said, his voice quiet but clear. “Let’s keep doing this. It was… fun.”
Reo paused, finishing up with the towel and then unbuckling the damp tail before tossing them both into the laundry basket. He was surprised by how vocal Nagi was, half-expecting him to brush it off and grab his phone to play something, but here he was, speaking openly about what he wanted.
“Are you still a little drunk, or did I accidentally hit your head?” Reo said, only barely joking, he leaned closer to examine Nagi’s forehead for any lumps that indicate head injury.
“No, dumbass,” Nagi muttered, pulling his head away with an amused huff. “I just… liked it.”
Reo’s eyes softened, holding Nagi’s gaze, not wanting to say anything that might distract him from continuing his speech.
“Not just the sex,” There was no shyness, just honesty. “I want to kiss you.”
“Okay,” Reo murmured softly, he felt warm and giddy. “Then I’m going to keep kissing you.”
With that, he leaned in, closing the distance as he pressed their lips together. The kiss was gentle, lingering, filled with tenderness that spoke louder than words.
They stayed like that, their breaths mingling as each kiss melted into the next, unhurried and genuine, as if they had all the time in the world.
Nagi’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him close, his fingers lightly tracing along Reo’s back. The world outside felt distant, fading away until it was just the two of them wrapped in each other’s presence.
Eventually, Reo pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against Nagi’s, a soft smile still on his lips. “We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” he whispered, feeling both exhilarated and at peace.
“Yeah,” Nagi replied, his voice barely a whisper, softer than Reo had ever heard. “And I don’t want it to end."