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From Mafuyu Satou: r u busy this weekend?
To Mafuyu Satou: no. Why?
From Mafuyu Satou: wanna come over on saturday? date night? it’s our six month anniversary. we should have a night in, just the two of us. U wanna?
To Mafuyu Satou: sure! id love to!
From Mafuyu Satou: it’s a date then! （╹◡╹）♡
To Mafuyu Satou: looking forward to it :)
From Mafuyu Satou: is it okay if i decide to dress up a bit..?
To Mafuyu Satou: ‘dress up’ meaning..?
From Mafuyu Satou: i wanna keep it a secret.
To Mafuyu Satou: that’s vague but ok, fine with me.
From Mafuyu Satou: great! i’ll see u on saturday! ;)
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“Huh? Outfit? What’s he talking about?” Ritsuka asked himself aloud. Now, his interest had been peaked. He wanted to know.
He had been chilling out in his bedroom, casually strumming his guitar. The day had seemed particularly long and mundane, even playing guitar seemed boring. Not just that— it seemed... off. Playing the guitar seemed like a distraction from something. That wasn’t really anything new, Ritsuka would play guitar to avoid doing his homework or drown out the sound of Yayoi complaining about something. It was almost routine, how much he played it. Well... he was a musician, after all. He needed to practice a lot.
Ritsuka set down his sheet music, he had planned on getting started on writing another song for the band to perform at their next gig, but he hadn’t been getting anywhere. Long hours worth of his efforts had been scattered across the room, scribbled our sheets that were crumpled up into balls.
He cracked his fingers, standing up to wrap them with bandaids. The fresh cracks, which looked akin to small streams, glistened with red blood and shiny skin. It wasn’t a pleasant sight to see; especially to Ritsuka, the sight and scent of blood made his stomach churn. He’d always been really sensitive to blood.
Good thing that Mafuyu (strangely) wasn’t. His boyfriend had witnessed a few blisters pop and bleed before, typically when they were jamming out at Mafuyu’s place. Always the caring type, Mafuyu would immediately set down his guitar and go running for first aid supplies, whenever he saw Ritsuka wince from the pain in his fingers.
Mafuyu had hopped by Ritsuka’s side, just saying “hand” before Ritsuka would stretch his arm out towards Mafuyu. The contact of the chemicals Mafuyu had used to clean his wounds and the pink, exposed flesh made Ritsuka want to rip his own hair out. Simply put, it stung like hell.
Luckily, Mafuyu worked quickly. He had had his wounds disinfected and wrapped up in bandages in under a minute. Even luckier, Mafuyu had sealed his handiwork with a kiss, delicately placing his lips on each of Ritsuka’s bandaged fingers.
“There. All better!” Mafuyu had stated.
God, he wished Mafuyu could be with him right now.
Making his way to the kitchen sink, he mumbled a curse as he ran his hand under the cold water. It stung the exposed flesh. Ritsuka closed his eyes, gritting through the pain, knowing that it’ll be over soon.
Clenching his teeth, Ritsuka tried his best to think of something else.
‘Oh yeah! The date!’ He mentally exclaimed. ‘It’s our anniversary... half a year already. Time really does fly, huh?’ He didn’t know it, but Ritsuka was flushing up at the memory of Mafuyu confessing his feelings to him that day, in Minato Mirai. It was hard to believe that it was already six months since then, it felt like it had been years.
Suddenly, the stinging sensation became more dull. It seemed as if the distraction had worked. Once he started thinking about Mafuyu’s vague question regarding an outfit that he wanted to wear, Ritsuka couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was plaguing his mind, itching it.
‘Outfit? What outfit? Is he gonna wear a suit or something? That’s a weird choice for a night in, but okay.’ He thought as he turned the sink off and began to wrap up his fingers. They only momentarily stung when the sores came into contact with the thin gauze strips. Ritsuka told himself to just tough it out, he’d be doing something less painful later.
The wondering thoughts trickled back into his mind as he threw out the paper bandage wrapping. It was probably nothing, but Ritsuka couldn’t help but ponder more about the certain things Mafuyu had planned out for their date.
“Hmm...” he mumbled as he flopped back down on his bed, “he might make dinner or something? An anniversary dinner? I think I’ll help with that. We could watch a movie or something. Kedama could sleep on my lap.” Ritsuka jolted upward, “oh my god... what if we sleep in the same bed?!”
Steam whistles out of Ritsuka’s ears at the thought. At the point in their relationship, sleeping in the same bed was a real possibility. A very real possibility. He rolled over in bed, face covered by his hands, trying to hide the visible pinkness on his cheeks.
“Wait... What was that winking emoticon about? He sent that, right? Or am I just imagining that he did?” Ritsuka clumsily crawled to his nightstand, where his phone was charging, and quickly pulled up his latest texts with Mafuyu. His eyes widened when he realized that his boyfriend, indeed, sent a rather peculiar winking emoticon.
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From Mafuyu Satou: great! i’ll see u on saturday! ;)
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Yes, it was real. The proof was displayed on the screen. Ritsuka almost couldn’t believe it.
“I’m I just jumping to conclusions? I’m reading into it too much... yeah! Shit... I’m such a pervert. Fuuuuuck.” He practically facepalmed himself out of shame as he leaned backwards, head landing in a crooked position on his mattress.
Ritsuka groaned as he removed his hand from his face. He couldn’t believe himself. What would his mother say if she figured out what her ‘innocent’ son was insinuating about an emoticon for God’s sake?! She’s probably be disappointed in him, that’s what.
But Ritsuka didn’t want to think about what his mom would say about his thoughts on the matter, not when he had a bigger ‘problem’ at hand. He looked down at it, and immediately felt embarrassed.
He’d occasionally get boners that inconveniently popped up whenever he was kissing Mafuyu and things like that. But that was expected! The body reacts to intimacy! He shouldn’t get painfully hard because his mind decided to be turned on at fucking emoticons!
That winking emoticon was going to be the death of him.
What a hilarious way to go.
Ritsuka wondered about all of the decisions he had made throughout his seventeen years of life, and how the fuck he ended up in his situation.
Most of those decisions were good, some really questionable. The one where he decided to kiss Mafuyu after his first live performance was amazing. However, the decision he pondered to do was downright embarrassing.
“Jeez... I suck.” Ritsuka mumbled looking at the prominent bulge in his jeans. “I need to take a shower or something.”
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“Thanks for walking me back home, Mafuyu. You really didn’t have to, y’know.”
“Nonsense! Of course I’d go with you!”
It was finally Saturday. The two had been walking back to Ritsuka’s from band practice. The reason why they were heading to the guitarist’s home, was because Ritsuka had said that he wanted to pick some stuff up for their stay-in date.
Though he told Mafuyu that he could go back to his place and that Ritsuka would meet up with him later, Mafuyu had insisted on tagging along. The night had been cold and chilly, so Ritsuka was unsure if Mafuyu truthfully wanted to risk going out in poor weather for too long, purely out of risk for his less than ideal health.
But, Mafuyu’s presence made the walk less lonesome.
“Wanna step inside?” Ritsuka offered Mafuyu as he turned his house key into the front doorknob.
“I can wait outside. You won’t be long, right?” Mafuyu answered as he stood directly behind Ritsuka.
“Eh?” Ritsuka said, surprised.
“It’ll be fine.” Mafuyu insisted, “It won’t be for long.”
Uneasy, Ritsuka mumbled a “suit yourself” as he quickly walked inside, reassuring Mafuyu that he’d only be gone for a quick second before closing the door behind him.
Ritsuka then scrambled towards his bedroom, not even bothering to take off his shoes in the mud room. He very forcefully opened his bedroom door, swinging it so hard that it almost hit the wall. He grabbed an old backpack he had fished out of his closet and yanked a graphic tee and a pair of gym shorts off of plastic hangers. He actually took his time to neatly fold them before stuffing them into his bag.
After successfully preparing and packing his overnight clothes and phone charger, Ritsuka stepped out of his bedroom... only to stop in his tracks a second after he left.
‘Wait. Am I forgetting something?’ He thought, ‘if I forgot it then it must mean that it wasn’t anything important, right?’
He uttered a quick apology to Mafuyu, who wasn’t even in the room with him, and made a u-turn back to his room. Ritsuka stood in the middle of the room, smack center on the circular rug, and thought long and hard about what it was that he was missing.
Socks? No.
Underwear? No... yeah, no.
Phone charger? Nope. He had triple checked for that before he initially left the room.
Wait.
Oh.
He knew what it was.
Menacing music playing in Ritsuka’s head, he turned to look at his dresser. It looked menacing. Once he was up against it, he took a deep breath in, not believing that he was about to do what he was going to do, and opened the second drawer.
It was a deceiving sight. The contents of the drawer were simple: it was just a sock drawer. Nothing more, nothing less.
Well... it was on the surface.
Ritsuka stuck his hand to the depths and blindly shuffled it, looking for a small, token item.
His heart practically stopped when he felt the smooth cardboard edge of a certain little box he had stuffed inside. He pulled his hand out, revealing his horrendous secret to the world. (Wow. How dramatic.)
It was a box of condoms.
Akihiko had gotten them for him as part of his eighteenth birthday present. It was bewildering to be met with condoms after getting a gift card for his favorite music store.
Not once had Ritsuka used one. Hell, he hadn’t even opened the box yet. To be honest, he hadn’t really ever gotten the chance to use one. Sure, he and Mafuyu had made out in either of their rooms; yes, sex did seem on the horizon; but they would always been interrupted by something. Usually, it was family or a phone call from a friend or Kedama pawing at the door.
Silently sighing, Ritsuka zipped open a small pocket in his backpack and stuffed the box inside, making sure it was at the very bottom, not being exposed to any sort of light. He swore to himself that he would only bring it up if both he and Mafuyu were ready to do it.
Slinging the backpack over his shoulders, he finally headed out the door. Ritsuka saw Mafuyu jolt up when he heard the sound of the door opening. It seemed as if he had been aimlessly scrolling through something the entire time Ritsuka was having an internal crisis. How lovely.
“Okay, let’s go.” Was all that Ritsuka could say. The silence in his mind weighed heavily on him.
“‘Kay.” Mafuyu said back, happily following Ritsuka into the elevator and down the short concrete set of stairs that laid around the entrance to his apartment.
Despite the journey back to Mafuyu’s apartment in Kanagawa taking more than forty-five minutes, it seemed to pass by in seconds. Well... to Ritsuka, it did. His brain was completely lost in thought. Although he tried to make conversation with Mafuyu, the very thought of him having condoms on him, with the possibility of fucking or getting fucked took the blood out of his brain. It was risky, to say the least. He didn’t even want to think about what Mafuyu would say if he found out.
“We’re here!” Mafuyu exclaimed.
“Huh?” Ritsuka finally snapped out of his trance, only to find him standing in front of Mafuyu’s front door. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy. He didn’t even hear what Mafuyu had said to him as he unlocked the door. As he opened it, Ritsuka could hear the sound of Kedama the Pomeranian’s nails clicking against the floor as he ran to him.
“Looks like Tama is happy to see you.” Mafuyu said as he took off his shoes, placing them neatly in a slot. Ritsuka did the same, albeit a little slower.
After affectionately petting the little dog, Ritsuka stood up and headed to Mafuyu’s room. Setting his stuff down, he kept standing, wondering where he should sit. Although he had been over to Mafuyu’s before, he was still in that stage where he felt unsure and unnatural about what he should do.
Mafuyu noticed this, and told him to make himself comfortable on his bed. Ritsuka obliged, sitting crisscrossed with his hands in his lap. He still felt awkward. Plus, he had no idea what Mafuyu had planned for the evening.
“So...” Ritsuka said, trying to start a conversation, “was it just me, or were you shivering a lot on our way here?”
“Eh?” Mafuyu responded, “Was I?”
“Mhm.” Ritsuka nodded, “Damn, I should’ve given you my jacket.”
Mafuyu smiled, “There’s no need for that, Uenoyama-kun. It was my fault for not layering up enough.” He bit his lip.
Wait.
Mafuyu bit his lip.
He only did that... when he was nervous about something...
Ritsuka was suspicious.
“Oh, okay.” Ritsuka responded, leaning back on his elbows, trying to look cool. (He didn’t, but it looked like Mafuyu appreciated the effort.)
“Have you eaten yet?” Mafuyu asked as he walked around his room, picking up old half-empty water bottles that were scattered amuck.
“Not really.” Ritsuka answered. Truthfully, he didn’t feel hungry at all. He was mostly nervous. There was obviously something else going on, and he was both anxious and terrified to learn what it was.
“Do you want something to eat?” Mafuyu offered with shining eyes, “I can make you something if you want.”
“Oh, um... no need.” Ritsuka stuttered. “I’m not really hungry.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm. Yeah. Totally.”
Mafuyu smiled, “If you say so.”
All of a sudden, Mafuyu walked out of the room. Ritsuka concludes that it was probably to throw away those empty water bottles. Before Mafuyu went back in his room, he peeked into another room, one across the hallway from his. From the looks of it, that room was empty. Ritsuka raised his eyebrows whenever Mafuyu shut the room’s door with a smirk. When he walked into his bedroom, Mafuyu also proceeded to shut the door.
“Hey, Uenoyama-kun? Can I talk to you for a sec?” He asked as he sat down on the bed next to Ritsuka.
“Mhm.” Ritsuka squeaked.
“So~, what do you want to do?” Mafuyu asked as he leaned his head against Ritsuka’s shoulder, only briefly causing the guitarist to tense up, mostly out of nervousness.
“Whatever you want to do.” Ritsuka said. As much as he was absolutely terrified of what was to come, he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t ecstatic that Mafuyu was insinuating sex. At least, Ritsuka hoped that his insinuation was correct. Otherwise, he’d feel like a huge pervert.
“I-uh...” Mafuyu whispered, “you know the outfit that I mentioned to you?”
Yes. Ritsuka vividly remembers Mafuyu mentioning it to him. Perhaps, he remembers it too vividly.
“Yeah.” Ritsuka answers, swallowing hard.
“I’m wearing it right now.”
Ritsuka can practically hear his heart burst into a million little pieces.
“Would you... like to see it?”
Ritsuka gulped again. He had a feeling that his insinuation was correct, but he was only about seventy-five percent sure.
“S-sure.” He stammered.
The next thing he knew, Ritsuka was met with a soft kiss to the cheek. “I’m glad.” Mafuyu smiled against his skin.
It felt like agony when Mafuyu pulled himself away from Ritsuka. That heat that bloomed on his cheek from the kiss suddenly pooled downward towards his crotch. Ritsuka wasn’t entirely sure if that was Mafuyu’s intention, but he still did his best to suppress his boner.
As Mafuyu stood up, back turned in front of Ritsuka, he could swear that he saw a slight smirk on Mafuyu’s gentle face. It was intimidating, yet... cute? Ritsuka didn’t know how to describe it.
Mafuyu had suggestively unbuttoned his cardigan, revealing a small amount of skin from his chest. It made Ritsuka go crazy, the restriction in his jeans was tight and painful.
“Y’know, I’m glad you came over.” Mafuyu said as he turned around, unbuttoning the rest of his cardigan. “I really wanted to spend our anniversary together.” Mafuyu let the unbuttoned flaps of his cardigan lay loosely on top of his skin, the dark orange contrasting well against his milky white skin.
“Mhm. I’m glad that I’m here too.” Ritsuka said with one breath. His mouth fell open, yet no sounds came out of it. He was bewildered.
He saw Mafuyu smile again as he brushed the sleeves of his cardigan off, exposing his shoulders. A light dust of freckles laid on his skin, scattered like stars. It was only when the cardigan was completely off of Mafuyu’s body, when Ritsuka noticed something that he was wearing underneath his clothes.
Oh.
That’s what he meant by ‘special outfit.’
His suspicions were finally confirmed when Mafuyu stripped himself of his pants, exposing a lovely set of lingerie.
Red, lacy string wrapped around Mafuyu’s hips, ending at a frilly bow on his navel, just below his belly button. His underwear was also a red color and decorated with a crimson colored lace. There were small buckles that held the red fabric and the lace together. It fit around Mafuyu quite nicely. His underwear was rather... thin. The velvet covered just enough of his penis to make Ritsuka go crazy.
He was also wearing elastic thigh garters, which were decorated with cartoonish dog paw prints. The garters had a metal clip that connected the elastic to the main attraction of Mafuyu’s outfit: thigh highs.
Oh, boy.
Thigh highs.
Essentially, they were fishnets, black-colored. They ran in their crisscrossed pattern from Mafuyu’s toes to the middle of his thighs, where the top was also decorated with red lace. Black bows decorated the outer rim of the elastic, just beside the buckles. He was also wearing rather... unusual looking gloves that matched his thigh highs. They were also technically fishnets. The nets ran from Mafuyu’s elbows to his hands, where they connected on a ring on Mafuyu’s middle finger.
“Do you like it?” Mafuyu asked, as if he wasn’t standing in front of Ritsuka, practically almost naked, all while twirling a stray strand of his hair with his finger.
Ritsuka almost choked on his own spit. “Ye-Yeah.” He stammered. He couldn’t find the right words to describe it, but he liked that outfit... a lot.
Before Mafuyu could say anything else, Ritsuka jumped up and connected their lips in a messy, aggressive kiss. Mafuyu sighed as he let himself be taken, be manhandled. Ritsuka maneuvered himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding Mafuyu in his lap.
“Mmm.” Ritsuka’s voice vibrated.
Ritsuka felt the heat rush back into his face when Mafuyu cupped his cheeks in his hands, the netting rubbing on his skin. With two hands, Ritsuka ran them though Mafuyu’s disheveled hair, eliciting an airy gasp from Mafuyu. Mouth parted, Ritsuka saw the chance to slip his tongue in with Mafuyu’s, giving him an adult kiss.
“Ue...no...ya...ma...” he gasped as Ritsuka peppered kisses up and down his exposed neck. Once he got to Mafuyu’s bare collarbone, Ritsuka nibbled a bit on it. Unsurprisingly, Mafuyu moaned at the feeling of Ritsuka’s teeth on the sensitive part of his neck. He let out a little gasp when Ritsuka sucked a little hickey into existence.
When Ritsuka opened his eyes, he noticed the extend of Mafuyu’s nakedness. To be more specific, the nakedness around his butt. The underwear had a red string that ran through his buttcrack, just barely exposing his asshole. Mafuyu could be a real tease sometimes.
Before he could try anything else, Mafuyu deepened the kiss when he turned his head, opening up more space in his mouth for Ritsuka’s tongue to invade. They were both breathing heavily through their noses, like there was no air at all. Their lips only parted when they needed to take a proper breath. Moans slipped out every now and then, the sounds went straight down to Ritsuka’s dick.
As he realized the prominence of his bulge, Mafuyu also took notice of it. He, himself, also pitched a tent. Seeing that, Mafuyu looked Ritsuka straight in the eye and started rolling his hips on top of Ritsuka’s. The guitarist moaned at the tingling sensation of their dicks rubbing together. The friction was almost mind-splitting.
He gasped, “Fuck, Mafuyu. It-“
“Does it feel good, Ritsu-kun?”
Ritsu-kun...
Ritsuka kisses Mafuyu’s temple, which had been beading up with sweat. “It’s amazing.” He says.
Just as Mafuyu opened his mouth to say something, Ritsuka had wrapped his strong arms around Mafuyu’s netted thighs, hoisting him up. The next thing he knew, Ritsuka had pinned Mafuyu to his bed, all the while kissing him like his life depended on it.
He moved down a little lower, to Mafuyu’s pink, perky nipples. From what information Ritsuka had gathered throughout their extensive make-out sessions, Mafuyu’s nipples were surprisingly sensitive. Ritsuka then proceeded to slink his hand across Mafuyu’s chest, using just enough pressure to make him whine, and circled his fingers around the pink buds. Mafuyu gasped when Ritsuka decided to give them a little pinch, just as a tease. Mafuyu flat out moaned when Ritsuka took his entire nipple in his mouth. The stiff feeling of the hardened bud running beneath his tongue made Ritsuka want to do more to his boyfriend. It made him want to break him into pieces.
Mafuyu had been squirming and twitching under Ritsuka’s touch. His netted hands had grabbed onto the sheets and his chin was arched upwards. He moaned with every lick and wet kiss Ritsuka had given him.
After a while, Mafuyu spoke up again.
“Could you...”
Ritsuka looked up with lust-rimmed eyes. “What is it, baby?” Ritsuka internally cringed, he hadn’t known himself to give Mafuyu pet names, but he had been surprising himself a lot today. He liked it, the pet name stuck.
Mafuyu gasped some as Ritsuka licked a small stripe up his neck, savoring the flavor of his boyfriend’s skin.
“Could you... prep me..? Please..?”
Yep. Ritsuka’s heart exploded. Rest In Peace.
He didn’t realize it, but Ritsuka stopped kissing Mafuyu, mostly out of shock. He was still reeling from five, desperate words Mafuyu had ,quite literally, moaned.
“Uenoyama-kun?” Mafuyu asked, “Uenoyama-kun? Are you okay?” Mafuyu brushes sweaty hair that’s stuck on Ritsuka’s forehead, “Do you wanna stop?”
He snaps out of it, and immediately shakes his head. Stopping now sounds insane.
Ritsuka moves his hand upward, removing it from Mafuyu’s chest and using his hand to affectionately cup Mafuyu’s cheeks.
“Absolutely not.” He says with a smile. His reassurance also makes Mafuyu smile, pulling Ritsuka down into a more tender kiss. Unlike the evening’s earlier kisses, this one was gentle, simply a vanilla peck on the lips. It was soft, yet needy. It almost made Ritsuka forget that Mafuyu was mostly naked beneath him.
After a few minutes, Ritsuka pulled away. “I don’t wanna stop.” He reassures.
“Good.” Mafuyu smiles, “I don’t wanna stop, either.”
“But,” Ritsuka nervously said, “I don’t know what I’m doing, Mafuyu. I don’t want it to be painful for you or anything...”
“Hey, it’s okay.” Mafuyu cooed, “I’ll teach you.” Now, it was Mafuyu’s turn to cup Ritsuka’s flushed cheeks. “It’ll be wonderful, Uenoyama-kun.” He whispers. “Look in the nightstand drawer,” Mafuyu pointed to the small stand that housed a lamp. It was located right next to the bed, just within arm’s reach. Complying, Ritsuka fumbles through the drawer until his fingers brush onto a small, token tube. It was lube.
He grabs the tube of lube and pulls his hand out the darkness of the drawer. Holding it, confused on what to do, he looks down towards Mafuyu, wanting to make sure he was one-hundred percent okay with it.
Mafuyu nods. “It’s okay, Uenoyama-kun.”
A bit more confident, Ritsuka surely nods. He knows how to finger someone, but he was still unsure if he could do it without hurting Mafuyu or stepping on any boundaries.
Mafuyu looked at his boyfriend’s nervous look, just telling him to go slow. Nodding again, Ritsuka pops open the cap of the bottle and squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers. He takes a second to slick them up, making sure that no part of them is dry.
“Spread your legs.” Ritsuka husks, which was totally unintentional.
Mafuyu complies, spreading them out farther than he already had them. It was tricky, but Ritsuka somehow maneuvered his hands downward. The string of his underwear was a lot slimmer than he remembered. It was akin to a small strip of yarn that held the cloth together. The string ran through Mafuyu’s buttcrack. Ritsuka had to physically move the string out of the way in order to access Mafuyu’s puckering hole. Mafuyu lightly gasped when a drop of lube trickled down Ritsuka’s fingers and landed on his bare thighs, smearing across the black fishnets. It was then when Mafuyu’s legs started trembling.
“Ready?” Ritsuka asks, fingers mere centimeters away from the pink bloom of Mafuyu’s hole. Instead of a verbal response, Mafuyu caressed Ritsuka’s cheek again. He took a deep breath and pulled his hand away from Ritsuka, setting it somewhere else on the mattress.
Ritsuka leans forward and plants a quick kiss on Mafuyu’s nose, just to try and soothe his nerves, and scoots back downwards.
‘Here goes nothing.’ He thinks to himself.
He pushes a digit in, the tightness was no joke. The sudden wetness and heat around his finger made Ritsuka’s head thick and foggy. From the looks of it, Mafuyu was enjoying himself. The vocalist had been stifling back airy gasps and moans. The sheets were balled up in his fists. For a moment, Ritsuka wondered if he was hurting Mafuyu in any way. Before he could ask, Mafuyu shakily asked for him to keep going.
As the minutes passed, Ritsuka kept fingering Mafuyu. One finger turned into two. They dug deep into Mafuyu’s hole, wandering around, looking for his sweet spot. All the while, they were being curled in and out, a move that made Mafuyu’s honey-thick voice groan.
“P-please... put another...” Mafuyu gasped, not bothering to finish his sentence.
Ritsuka nodded anyways, sure that he understood what his boyfriend wanted— needed. He took the tube and squirted a fair amount of lube around Mafuyu’s asshole, making him cry out from the sudden cold sensation. Ritsuka quickly utters an apology before sticking his ring finger inside the loosened ring of muscles. Ritsuka’s pointer, middle, and ring finger were now all swimming inside of Mafuyu, stretching out his walls and looking for his prostate.
Ritsuka knew he hit the target straight on when Mafuyu bucked his head back and tensed up his thighs.
Bingo.
Once he brushed up against that spot, he made sure to never stray from it. Mafuyu’s moans gradually got more intense, but Ritsuka didn’t ever tell him to quiet down. He wanted to hear Mafuyu sing.
“Gah! Oh... my god! Shit!” Mafuyu moaned out, calves tensing up so much that they were flat-out trembling.
“Does it feel good?” Ritsuka asked while still rhythmically pumping his fingers into Mafuyu.
“Yes!” He squeaked, throwing his head back onto the sweat-stained pillow. His breathing was heavy, gasping like there was no air left in the room; strands of his hair stuck to his forehead; his lips were red, glistening, and parted; and Mafuyu’s brown and orange hued eyes were glossed over, with a gaze that was filled with nothing but lust.
At this point, Ritsuka was so hard that he could barely think. He wanted to take his pants off, he felt like he’d die if he didn’t. As much as he wanted to act on his urges, the last thing he wanted to do was make Mafuyu feel uncomfortable or freak him out. Biting his lip, he groaned some as the restriction in his pants became unbearable. Still, he continued pumping Mafuyu.
After a few more minutes of stretching, Mafuyu gently reached down towards Ritsuka’s busy hand, stopping it.
“Something wrong?” Ritsuka asked, terrified of the possibility that he ended up hurting Mafuyu.
“No.” Mafuyu heaved, “I’m ready.”
“You’re... ready?” Ritsuka repeated, hoping that he heard that right.
Mafuyu bit his lip and nodded, “I’m ready... for you.” He said.
“Oh. Okay.” Ritsuka responds. He didn’t know how to respond.
“Before you do... could I just..?” Mafuyu utters, gesturing something with shaky hands. From what Ritsuka was able to decipher, he clumsily moved out of the way of Mafuyu’s legs so that he could turn himself over. Ritsuka now found himself on his knees, towering over his boyfriend, who was lying on his stomach. Mafuyu was on his stomach, back to Ritsuka, lube-covered butt facing his boyfriend.
“Is this... okay?” Mafuyu breathlessly asks.
Ritsuka leans down, tilts Mafuyu’s head towards his, and kisses him. “More than okay.” He says. “Are you ready?”
Mafuyu snorts, “Are you?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Ritsuka responds with a smile. He leans back upwards, and gets to preparing.
“Wait!” He says, startling Mafuyu, “I brought protection.”
“Oh. I already have some.” Mafuyu responds nonchalantly. In fact, he said it so matter of fact that it took a second for Ritsuka to process what his boyfriend just said.
“Uenoyama-kun? Are you alright? Do you need to take a break?” Mafuyu asked in rapid succession.
“Yeah.” He gulped, “Same drawer?”
“Yep.” Mafuyu answered.
Like he did before, Ritsuka fished a lone, gold-wrapped condom out of Mafuyu’s nightstand drawer. At long last, Ritsuka was finally able to strip himself of his pants and boxers.
The sudden change in temperature was almost unnerving. The sensitivity he felt in his twitching, leaking dick clashed with the frigidness in the air around them.
Ritsuka unwrapped the condom with his teeth, savoring the way Mafuyu’s arms twitched at the sound of the foil crinkling, and clumsily wrapped it over his dick. It wasn’t exact, and it certainly wasn’t graceful, but it worked. He topped off his preparation with a generous layer of lube. Once he was sure that he was ready, Ritsuka lined his shaft up next to Mafuyu’s twitching asshole. All he needed to do now, was push in.
“Okay,” Ritsuka said, “I’m gonna put it in now. Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”
Mafuyu tilted his head backwards, slowly nodding. “Okay.” He said reassuringly.
Ritsuka inhales, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do, and gently pushed the tip inside of Mafuyu. The heat and wetness he felt earlier while he was fingering him was nothing compared to the sensations around his dick. It was tight, tighter than Ritsuka had expected. He moaned out a curse while Mafuyu gasped and groaned, both simultaneously.
“Keep going... please.” Mafuyu whimpered.
Voice trembling, Ritsuka mutters a quick okay before slowly pushing himself deeper and deeper into Mafuyu. Each millimeter he plunged himself into felt fucking amazing. The warmth of Mafuyu’s guts alongside with the fishnets and lace made Ritsuka want to burst. He was already so, so close to the edge. Words couldn’t express how much he wanted to be pushed over it.
“Hhg! Fuck... shit!” Ritsuka groaned, “Mafuyu... you feel so... fucking good!”
“Aah! Ue... noya-ah!” Mafuyu yelped out.
It was only when Ritsuka bottomed out, when their balls touched, he let himself exhale. It felt like, for at least ten minutes, he had forgotten how to breathe. From the way Mafuyu was quivering and panting, he had felt the same thing.
“Ma-ma... fuyu. Are you..?” Ritsuka panted.
Mafuyu, who had his face buried in the pillow, biting it, brought himself to a shivering nod. “Please... keep moving.” He whimpered.
Once he was confident that Mafuyu had at least gotten used to the stretching feeling in his ass, Ritsuka started to slowly move out. He pulled out, only keeping the tip of his penis in, and pushed it back in, a bit harder than his initial push. Mafuyu yelped at the rough push, clenching his fingers and toes so much that it hurt a little.
“Ue-Ah! Ooh! Fu-fuck! Please... harder... please!” Mafuyu whined as Ritsuka thrust in a couple more times. The sounds of slapping skin and nasty moaning filled the room. The air was thick with heat, sweat, and the scent of sex.
“Could you... bite me..?” Mafuyu breathily asked.
“What?”
“B-bite me? On the... ah! On the neck. P-please?” He said with teary, pleading eyes. Of course Ritsuka would do it, he had wanted to do it. He told himself that he’d only bite Mafuyu if he was okay with it. Still... ritsuka was doubtful.
“You sure?”
Mafuyu turned over, now lying on his back again, and pulled Ritsuka’s face close to his. The vocalist had been singing all afternoon, songs that Ritsuka wouldn’t be forgetting for a long, long time. The kiss that Mafuyu pulled Ritsuka into was tender, light, soft; a sharp contrast to their rough kisses and pleasured curses.
“I love you.” Mafuyu says, voice shallow. Tears flowed over his waterline, spilling down his cheeks, “I love you.”
That was unexpected. Ritsuka had expected Mafuyu to say something else. He leaned into the kiss, fireworks bursting in his stomach. The sweetness between their lips and tongues was savory, something that Ritsuka wanted to taste for the rest of his life.
“I love you, too.”
“Kiss me?”
Ritsuka laughed, “Of course.” He leaned in again, his lips and his dick. Mafuyu gasped, breaking apart their mouths. His pale arms were wrapped around Ritsuka’s neck, clamping together like a seatbelt buckle near the nape of his neck. The glove’s netting rubbed uncomfortably against the skin of Ritsuka’s shoulder, and the silver ring on Mafuyu’s middle finger, where the fishnets connected together, felt cold.
As Mafuyu repeated Ritsuka’s name, the guitarist felt Mafuyu wrap his thighs around his waist, pushing Ritsuka’s dick even deeper into Mafuyu’s asshole. Ritsuka quivered when he felt Mafuyu connect his ankles around his back. The thigh highs he was wearing added an interesting friction to Ritsuka’s skin. He saw the bows on the lace come undone and start bouncing around with every thrust.
Ritsuka buried his face into the crook of Mafuyu’s neck, where the incoherent sounds of his mumbling was the strongest. Deciding to fulfill Mafuyu’s wish, Ritsuka gently sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin on Mafuyu’s neck.
Mafuyu gasped and moaned a sweet song; not out of pain, but pleasure. Sweet, sweet pleasure. He kept his teeth there for a minute, just long enough to leave a bite mark. Mafuyu whimpered as his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Holy shit.
That was hot.
“Ri... tsu... Ritsuka-kun!” Mafuyu practically screamed as he clenched his thighs tight, and his arms tighter. Suddenly, Ritsuka felt a hot, dripping heat squirting onto his stomach. Seconds later, Ritsuka climaxed as well. The burning-hot sensation of cum filling the condom sent a flaming chill up Mafuyu’s spine.
The two sat in the awkward position, Ritsuka on top of Mafuyu while the latter had his arms and legs wrapped around the former, for a few minutes. They were both reeling from the high of maximum pleasure that they had just given to one-another.
Falling from the high, Ritsuka slowly pulled out of Mafuyu. His dick was still sensitive to the touch, so the sudden change in temperature felt a little painful. Mafuyu also winced when Ritsuka had entirely pulled out.
Mustering the last bit strength in his liquifying muscles, Ritsuka messily peeled the used condom from himself, tied the opening into a knot, and flung it into a nearby waste bin. He was so tired that he flopped back onto Mafuyu’s bed, forgetting to wipe the sticky cum off of his stomach.
Once Mafuyu had mostly recovered his breath, he stood up and walked out of his bedroom; still mostly naked, messy, sweaty, splashed with his own semen, and wearing his lingerie. He was gone for a minute and came back with a two damp washcloths.
“Sit up for me?” He asked Ritsuka, who complied, trying his best to slouch forward. With one rag, Mafuyu dabbed at Ritsuka’s stomach and chest, the spots that were the messiest, dripping with milky-white. Once the main mess was cleaned up, he used the other rag to wipe off the sweat from Ritsuka’s face, effectively cooling him off.
He disappeared again, presumably to deposit the dirty rags in the laundry bin and find something to clean himself up with. When he came back, he was noticeably hobbling a bit as he made his way to the bed, still dressed in lingerie.
Mafuyu pulled up the covers, bringing the warmth of the blankets over himself and Ritsuka. When he and Ritsuka were completely enveloped underneath the duvet, Mafuyu curled up against Ritsuka. Wanting more of the sweet touches, Ritsuka wrapped his arms around Mafuyu’s shoulders, bringing him close to his sweaty chest.
“I never wanna see you without that on again.” Ritsuka blurts out, pointing towards Mafuyu’s lacy getup.
He laughs, “You liked it, then?”
“Fuck yes!” Ritsuka exclaims. “That was the best thing I’ve ever experienced... ever!”
Mafuyu chuckles and smiles, “I’m glad, Ritsuka-kun.”
Mafuyu shifts in his spot, tangling his legs with Ritsuka’s. Their legs had started to lose circulation, but neither of them really cared.
“Hey, Ritsuka-kun?”
“Yes?”
“Can I call you by your first name?”
Ritsuka laughs, “Haven’t you already been doing that, though?”
“Oh. Have I?”
“Yeah. You did pretty much the entire time we did it.”
“Oh. I see.” Mafuyu grows quiet, “can I still call you that, though?”
“Pfft.” Ritsuka sputters. “Yeah, of course. I call you by your first name too, after all.”
Mafuyu smiles and kisses Ritsuka’s chin. “I love you.” He repeats.
“I know.” Ritsuka twiddles with Mafuyu’s damp hair, “I love you too.”
“I know, Ritsuka-kun.”