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Chikage is a notoriously light sleeper; a bad habit to have as a resident of Room 103, where the sounds of keyboard keys and game controllers are constant, no matter the hour of the night. It’s a habit he’s always had, since the days when finding a place to settle down and sleep through the night was a matter of luck, not fact; something he’s had to actively fight since finding the sanctuary that is Mankai Company. His instincts tell him to never let his guard down, never assume he’s safe. If he gets too comfortable, there’s no telling what might happen to this place he now calls home. Always be looking out. Always be ready to get up and run if that’s what it takes to protect them.
Itaru is all too familiar with his roommate waking up in the middle of the night. It took time (and a few misguided apologies for being too noisy) to realize that Chikage is just like that, by no fault of Itaru’s. He’d hoped that specific quality of Chikage’s would work to his advantage this morning. It’s not often that Itaru is the first one up, so he’s not really sure how to approach waking his sleeping boyfriend, but, well, today’s a special day, so duty calls.
“Senpaiii~, wake up already.” It’s no use. He pokes Chikage in the face a few times, each time in a new spot. “Seriously, if you don’t get up in the next thirty seconds you void your right to special birthday treatment and I’m leaving to go grind the new event that started last night.” It’s not his best threat, and Chikage will totally call BS when he wakes up, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and they’ve only got so much time before they have to scramble to get ready for work. Even so, by some miracle, it works, and his roommate opens his eyes.
“Oh! Senpai, finally. I’ve been trying to wake you up for like 5 minutes.” Chikage blinks back at him. “I’ve never seen you sleep that hard before. You had me worried for a second there.” Chikage briefly makes an unreadable face, but it fades just as quickly as it appears.
“The sun hasn’t even risen yet. What are you…why are you awake?” The words come out slowly and drowsily, blanketed in something that almost sounds like concern.
“Huh? Oh, right. Well, we’ve got like two hours until work, and at least a quarter of that has to be spent getting ready, y’know? It’s your birthday and all so I figured, given how much you spoil me, today’s probably the day you most deserve to get spoiled back, right? But I wouldn’t be surprised if my whole department gets overtime again tonight, so early morning was kinda the only chance I was gonna get. Oh, and Happy Birthday BTW.”
Talking about how little time they’ve got doesn’t help the urge to rush things, so the words come out faster than he expects, but hopefully Chikage gets the picture.
“Right…My birthday.”
“Wait, don’t tell me you seriously forgot your own birthday? I expected you of all people to have a maxed out memory stat, Senpai. Laaame.”
Chikage looks…bewildered. They sit in silence for a moment as Itaru watches him start to properly wake up, scrunching his eyebrows and blinking a few times before seemingly coming to a realization.
“Didn’t you just say you were going to spoil me today? I think that includes being nice, no?” Chikage gives him his most charming smile. Ah, there it is .
“Ugh. I knew it. All that time I spent waking you up should have gone to using up my LP instead. Totally not worth it.” Itaru emphasizes his point by dramatically waving his left hand in the air, the right still occupied with keeping him steady on the ladder up to his roommate’s bed. He only has a moment to continue pretending to be annoyed before Chikage places his own hand over it. Itaru smiles. Two can play at that game .
It doesn’t take long for Itaru to climb the rest of the way up and onto the bed, making sure to keep his right hand firmly in place underneath Chikage’s. This effort lands them in a less than advantageous position, each with one hand still occupied as Itaru does his best not to crush Chikage without releasing his grip on the railing. The other man rolls onto his back, forcing Itaru to straddle him, placing his free hand beside his head in an attempt not to tip over. They stare at each other for a moment, unmoving, before Itaru begins to giggle.
“What’s with this tension? Feels like I just entered the domain of the area boss or something.”
It’s Chikage’s turn to roll his eyes, smiling and then finally removing his hand from Itaru’s and using it to steady himself as he leans up to kiss the man above him. As he pulls away, Itaru begins to realize the implications of the situation he’s in. It’s not often he gets to look at Chikage from above. Even in the dark of their room, Itaru can recognize the look in his eyes: invitation. It’s one he’s only seen a handful of times before, and never from this angle. It makes him wonder if this hasn’t all gone according to Chikage’s plan from the start, and all along what he really wanted was…what, exactly? Of this, Itaru is unsure, but this is an invitation he couldn’t turn down, even if he wanted to, and, well, it is Chikage’s birthday, isn’t it? So he may as well go ahead and find out.
When it comes to things like these, Chikage, the ever unromantic-cheat-bastard he is, always gets what he wants. He rarely asks for things directly, but he never actually has to. Whatever it is, he’s somehow always able to make Itaru bend to his will. That’s why Itaru is unsure how to proceed when the man underneath him makes absolutely no moves. He’s waiting for me, Itaru decides, but what he’s waiting for specifically is unclear. In most puzzle games, when you can’t find any more hints, what do you do? Guess, of course. And that’s exactly what Itaru does, leaning down to kiss his boyfriend. It’s intended to be quick; just something to test the waters. Chikage has other plans, though, threading a hand through Itaru’s hair and quietly humming in approval.
Itaru isn’t sure whether he should scowl or laugh, though neither is really an option right now with his mouth occupied. He should have seen this coming. Chikage is just…ridiculous. The absolute absurdity of making Itaru spend this much mental energy trying to decode his expert-difficulty mind-game puzzle, all to avoid the simple task of just telling him what he wants.
They break away from each other and Itaru gives him a disapproving look, trying and failing to hold back a grin. Chikage smiles back at him, silently challenging him to go further. Itaru feels a chill go down his spine. If he were anyone else, he’d be intimidated, but he’s played this game with Chikage enough times by now to know that this is no ordinary challenge. The gaze from the man below him is just as kind as it is daring. Chikage may be egging him on, but this is no demand. It’s a request: Spoil me, won’t you?
They stare at each other for another moment as Itaru attempts to process how quickly things are progressing, but this much direct eye-contact is making him feel like any second he might turn to dust, so he has to avert his eyes. Mind still racing, he tries to buy a little more time as he removes the oversized shirt he wore to bed. It’s a part of a set; novelty T-shirts from the ticket counter of an arcade they’d visited with the rest of Spring Troupe. Citron, somehow earning the most tickets out of all of them (a fact Itaru is still salty about), had bought one for each of them. He’d guessed pretty much everyone’s shirt sizes wrong, but they made for good PJs, so no one could really complain.
With his shirt thrown to the floor and no pants to remove, Itaru finds he’s run out of diversions. He could remove his underwear, but, really, how is that fair when Chikage is still fully clothed? He’s got to look back down, eventually, anyway. And that he does. He’s met with an angelic smile from the man beneath him. Itaru sticks out his tongue.
“You need to be wearing less clothing.” Chikage quirks a brow but sits up anyway, slowly removing his shirt while maintaining almost perfect eye-contact, his smile never slipping. Itaru wants to call him out for being annoying, but on any regular day he would likely have done the same thing while insisting Itaru be the one to remove his shirt, so he should probably just accept this as a win. Being the one to tell Chikage what to do, and actually having his instructions followed is a privilege Itaru knows he shouldn’t take for granted.
All the attention on him is still a bit more than he can handle right now, though, so he gives a quick “brb” and slips past Chikage to crawl over to his bed and grab the lube and condoms he stashed behind the mattress last night. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before returning to his previous spot on the adjacent bed. When he returns, Chikage is fully undressed. Watching him. Waiting. The atmosphere is way too tense, so Itaru learns forward and kisses him again, slowly pushing him back down to the mattress. Before Chikage can get a chance to deepen the kiss, he pulls away, moving to kiss down his neck, chest and stomach before stopping between his legs. He makes an active effort not to make eye-contact as he takes Chikage’s length in his hand and slowly runs his tongue up from the base, swirling it around the tip. He definitely does not notice the way it twitches and hardens on his palm. He doesn’t get much time to, anyway, as Chikage taps him on the head, drawing his attention.
“Chigasaki, we’ve got work in an hour and a half.” It’s Chikage’s turn to avoid eye-contact, staring at the ceiling. Itaru doesn’t blame him; it’s a pretty ridiculous comment. They both know it’ll take thirty minutes tops to get ready for work, and, if the flush of Chikage’s cheeks is any indication, Itaru’s got a feeling that the whole thing is just code for ‘quit being a tease’. He wants so badly to point out how hypocritical this is coming from Chikage of all people, but he promised he’d spoil him this morning, so he may as well just get on with it. Or, well, okay, maybe just a little more. He turns his attention back downward and wraps his lips around Chikage’s cock, sinking down as far as he can without choking. This earns him a groan and a kick in the side. He stares at Chikage defiantly as he slowly pulls off with a wet pop. “ Itaru. ” It comes out more whiny than it’s probably intended to and Itaru can’t help but laugh.
“Sorry, sorry. I couldn—” He’s cut off as Chikage, shockingly adeptly, pulls his underwear down with his foot. “Okay, GG, you got me. I’ll quit screwing around.”
Easier said than done , he thinks as he pops open the cap on the bottle of lube and spreads some around his fingers. He’s never actually done this to anyone else before. Himself, sure, but the angle here is totally different and the only feedback he’s got is whatever Chikage is willing to give him. Which is, evidently, not a lot, given they’ve barely even discussed what’s currently happening. Chikage’s never given him this much control before. It’s both exciting and terrifying, but more than anything it really just feels sudden. Why now, if not before? Was it really just because he had wished him a happy birthday? That’s all it took? Or had Chikage been waiting for a chance to do this all along, and the notion of ‘getting spoiled’ had been just vague enough for him to finally ask without ever having to use his words? It’s hard to believe any of this is even really happening, like he’ll blink and suddenly it’ll all just be another one of Chikage’s practical jokes. A horrifying concept.
“You’ve been staring at your fingers for thirty seconds,” says the man in question, snapping him out of his thoughts. Itaru doesn’t miss the look of concern on his boyfriend’s face. Is he worried about him, or is he worried about where things are going?
“Sorry, I just…Senpai, no, Chikage-san, this is okay, right? Like, you want me to do this. For real?” He holds up his hand, still covered in lube.
“What?” Chikage seems genuinely taken aback by this, like it wasn’t even a question. Itaru can practically see him weigh his responses in his head as he stares at the sheets, knitting his brows. They’ve shared a room long enough for Itaru to know what the answer will be: Reassuring, but still indirect. He’s not about to tell him exactly what he wants from him. “Yeah,” he says, still looking away. “I trust you.”
And that’s all Itaru needs to hear to stop wasting time worrying and get back to the task at hand. He hopes Chikage can’t feel his hands shaking from the jittery excitement a man can only feel when he’s gotten an SSR on his first pull or been told he is trusted by Utsuki Chikage as he presses a finger to the man’s entrance and slowly slides it in. Chikage is tight . It’s clear he’s never done this before, and, as excited as Itaru is at the prospect of being the first person to have gotten this far, he doesn’t want to rush things. He slowly pulls his finger back out, noticing the way Chikage’s breath hitches when he curls it after it goes back in.
“Doing okay?” Chikage nods, so he adds a second finger, drawing a harsh breath from the man below him. “Relax, Senpai.” The other man complies, taking a deep breath, and Itaru feels him loosen up a bit. It’s enough for him to scissor his fingers, and the next sound Chikage makes sounds less like he’s in pain and more like he’s actually enjoying himself. He’s pretty quiet overall, a far cry from how obnoxiously loud Itaru knows that he himself can sometimes be, but it’s enough to know whether or not he’s on the right track.
They carry on like this for another few minutes, Itaru alternating between curling and spreading his fingers each time he pulls in and out. Chikage’s breathing evens out enough for Itaru to add a third, keeping up his previous pace. He gets lost in the rhythm, going on for probably a little too long until Chikage clearly can’t take it anymore and wraps his legs around his back.
“Itaru, please .” He hadn’t meant to tease, but this is definitely the hottest thing Itaru’s ever heard, so maybe it was worth it. Chikage disagrees, rolling his hips down to meet Itaru’s fingers, desperate. It’s convincing enough to get him to pull his fingers out. He catches Chikage’s eyes as he reaches behind him to grab a condom. Usually, when his glasses are off, his gaze feels so much sharper. It’s a look Itaru only gets to see on rare occasions, and, when their positions are switched, it can make him feel like he’s being eaten alive, staring straight into the eyes of the beast. But today those eyes are communicating something completely different; equally intense but with none of the same demand.
“You don’t need that.” Itaru blinks, momentarily confused as he backtracks to remember what he was doing before he got lost in his boyfriend’s eyes. The condom? Goddamn. That’s definitely gonna complicate cleanup, and they’ve still got work this morning, but, well, it is Chikage’s birthday. He’s probably got some sort of insta-clean cheat code anyway, so it should be fine? Yeah, it’ll be fine. Itaru tosses the condom back onto the sheets behind him.
A little more lube and one hard-fought battle not to replay the library of new Chikage sounds he’s unlocked in his mind later, Itaru is lined up and ready to go. Chikage looks at him, waiting.
“Okay.” He takes a deep breath and slowly pushes in. Chikage gasps, grasping at the sheets. Itaru has to fight the urge to move when he feels Chikage tighten around him. He doesn’t want this to hurt too much, and he definitely doesn’t want it to be over in seconds, though he knows it probably won’t last long, anyway. It’s only fair if he gives it his best effort, though, so he closes his eyes and tries to clear his head.
Itaru’s only ever been inside of someone once before now. It was a girl he knew in high school, and he had been way too nervous. The whole memory is kind of a blur, but he knows it sucked. He had vowed to only be intimate with 2D women from that day onward. He’s nervous now, too, but this is different. Chikage is…special. Sure, he’s not a 2D animated hottie, but that’s almost a part of the charm. His route was stupidly difficult to unlock, and Itaru’s certain he’s still missing half the secrets in it, but it’s because of those things that moments like these are so thrilling. To know that he’s earned enough of Chikage’s trust to do something like this is more exciting than getting any achievement in any game. That’s why doing this right is so important. That girl in high school meant nothing to him, but, Chikage, he matters , and Itaru is gonna make sure that he can feel that today.
By the time he opens his eyes, Chikage’s breathing has evened out. Steel blue eyes stare up at him.
“You alright, Senpai?”
“Go.” Itaru doesn’t need to be told twice.
He starts off slow, less for Chikage’s sake and more for his own. This is definitely the sexiest moment of his life and he’s not about to come early and end it so soon. His boyfriend is entirely unempathetic to this cause, rolling his hips up to meet Itaru’s, tightening his legs around his back and pulling him closer. He has to bite his lip to avoid making too much noise for five in the morning, but he can tell he’s doing a pretty bad job anyway. Chikage is the exact opposite, mostly quiet except for heavy breathing. It isn’t until Itaru hits his prostate that he moans, a hand flying up to cover his mouth. It’s a shame, Itaru thinks. One day they’ll have to do this somewhere he can be noisy, though he’s sure Chikage has had the exact same thought about him.
There’s no use thinking about that now, though, so he focuses his attention back on the present moment, wrapping a hand around Chikage’s cock. The man in question whines a bit and Itaru knows he’s not gonna last much longer. Even more reason to double down his efforts. He strokes Chikage in time with each thrust, relishing every small sound he does get to hear from the man. As the final step of his fatality combo, he leans in close to Chikage’s ear and whispers, thumb swiping over the tip of his dick.
“Love you”
And it works, pushing him over the edge as he comes into his boyfriend’s hand, cursing to himself in a language Itaru doesn’t recognize. He can swear he catches his own name in there somewhere, but there’s not much time to think about it when Chikage’s muscles are contracting around his dick and then he’s coming too.
It takes him a moment to recover from his post-orgasm haze before he pulls out and can see the cum dripping out of Chikage’s ass. A wave of both pride and horror overtakes him as he considers the implications of unlocking this CG on the rest of their schedule for the morning.
“It’s my birthday, so you’re doing the laundry,” Chikage says, looking mildly disgusted as he sits up, wincing a bit.
“This was your idea, you know.”
“I know.” Chikage smiles innocently, as if they were still talking about the laundry and not his sudden desire to get creampied earlier.
“Right…” Itaru looks back down at the mess, feeling the urge to take a commemorative photo. He reaches for his phone, but this isn’t his bed so all he finds by the pillow are Chikage’s glasses. He figures this is good enough and places them where they belong on the other man’s face before crawling over to the ladder to go get ready for work. Chikage grabs his wrist before he can start climbing down.
“Going so soon? A very uncute kouhai of mine has left me unable to walk. I believe I’ll need carrying to the bathroom.” They have a short staring match as Itaru determines whether or not he’s serious. He’d used a nickname, and the gleam in his eyes is too strong. He’s fucking with me , Itaru decides, rolling his eyes.
“So unromantic. After all I’ve done for you this morning, too.” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
“This was your idea, you know,” Chikage states smugly, but he knows he’s won as Itaru leans forward to give him a kiss. “But really, thank you,” he says much quieter, smiling softly. Itaru almost considers taking back the unromantic comment…
…And then his morning alarm goes off.
“Well then, I guess our time is up.”
“Now, now, Senpai. You and I both know this is only the first of three wake-up alarms. I don’t need to get serious about getting ready for work until at least the second one.”
“So you’ll be staying, then?” It’s a tempting offer, but…
“With that mess on the bed? No way.”
“It’s my birthday.” Chikage tells him. Itaru feels his will breaking.
“It is.”
“I wonder…who is it that said they’d spoil me today, again?” His will breaks.
“Ugh, fine.” He moves closer to lean into Chikage’s side. The other man closes his eyes, leaning his head against Itaru’s shoulder. They’re both still kinda sticky, and it’s pretty gross, but today is a special day, so…
“Happy Birthday, Chikage-san.”
Maybe it’s fine if Itaru indulges him for just a little bit longer, after all.