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Makishima had a bad feeling about this.
Onoda had just asked him to come over his house this Saturday since his mom would be leaving for the entire weekend, meaning they could hang out as much as they wanted. The young climber was obviously happy at the prospect of having alone-time with his senpai where he could show him his favorite Love-Hime DVDs, but Makishima had something else on his mind entirely.
As of late, the older boy found himself thinking dirty thoughts about his boyfriend more often than he figured was probably appropriate, especially since Onoda was the pinnacle of innocence. To make matters worse, Onoda seemed to be completely oblivious to the little things he did that turned on Makishima to no end, like the way he sucked lewdly on a popsicle or how his tongue circled the nozzle on his water bottle when he took a drink during a ride...
Now that he thought back on it, Makishima realized all of his visions of Onoda involved his mouth, which was ironic because the boy seemed to have an oral fixation of sorts. Either way, Makishima just knew that something bad was going to happen. Although, knowing how unpredictable Onoda could be, he wondered how things would actually turn out.
"Oh, Makishima-senpai!" Onoda exclaimed, smiling brightly as he welcomed his boyfriend into his house. "I'm so glad you could make it!"
"Ah, yeah, me too..." the taller man muttered, still not used to the enthusiasm Onoda seemed to always have. He stepped inside, looking around awkwardly until Onoda spoke up again.
"I know that we usually only watch Love-Hime when you come over," he started, nervously twiddling his thumbs, "but I thought that today we could watch your favorite gravure movie, 'A Moment in Time.'" He looked at his senpai to gauge his reaction, hoping that he hadn't picked the wrong film.
Makishima was flustered, surprised that Onoda even remembered something that he only mentioned one time before. With an uneasy smile (he was still getting used to the whole 'smiling' thing, which was easier to do when he was around Onoda), he said, "Yeah, I'd like that." He let Onoda lead him to the living room and sat down comfortably on the couch as the other boy fetched them both something to drink.
That's when the first sign of trouble appeared.
Onoda handed him a glass of lemonade--"I made it fresh this morning!"--while he had a lemonade popsicle for himself. Makishima swallowed anxiously, unable to keep his eyes on the screen in front of him. He took a sip of the tart drink to soothe his suddenly dry throat and inconspicuously peered at Onoda.
The first-year was completely focused on the movie as if it were one of his precious anime. His tongue was darting out every so often, licking a straight line along the frozen treat before he switched to lapping circles around the tip. When he pulled away, his lips were glistening from his actions, and he hummed softly when he swept his tongue over them. By this time, the popsicle was starting to melt and drip over Onoda's fingers, so he popped them into his mouth one at a time, sucking them until they were clean.
Makishima had to turn away, feeling way too hot and not because of the summer heat. 'Jeez,' he sighed internally, 'I won't last the rest of the movie if he keeps this up.' He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and to will the stirring in his crotch away.
"Are you okay, Makishima-senpai?" Onoda asked, visibly concerned.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm good," he stammered, stiffly scratching the back of his head. As unconvincing as that sounded in his ears, it was enough for Onoda, who simply turned his attention back to the tv. Makishima did the same, although he honestly wanted to jump his cute boyfriend right then and there.
The issue of sex was never really discussed, with Onoda seemingly oblivious to the topic and Makishima too socially awkward to bring it up himself. For as long as they've been together, anything beyond stolen kisses during practice was uncharted territory for them, and the older of the two was perfectly fine with that at the time. However, they would definitely have to broach the subject soon for Makishima's sake, because he wasn't sure how much longer he could stifle his urges.
His limits were tested when, just as he reached for his lemonade and tipped it back, Onoda decided to take a leap into the unknown and curl himself into his boyfriend's side. The action startled the older climber, causing him to lose the grip on his glass and spill the drink over Onoda's head and his own pants.
Both of them screeched from the cold liquid landing on their skin, but Onoda was the first to apologize. "Gahh-! I'm so sorry Makishima-senpai!" he babbled, his hands waving all over the place as they usually did when he panicked. "I just thought that maybe cuddling would be nice and everything but then I scared you oh my please forgive me--"
"Onoda, it's okay," Makishima muttered, comforted knowing that he wasn't the only one losing his cool.
The shorter boy nodded, rushing to get towels to clean up the mess. Makishima looked down, sad that he ruined one of his favorite pairs of shorts but more upset over how he reacted to physical contact between himself and Onoda. 'One step forward, two steps back,' he joked wistfully, realizing how clumsy the two of them were together. When Onoda came back with towels, he reached his hand out for one to help wipe the other's hair dry, but was flustered to see him kneel on he floor right in front of Makishima's crotch.
"O-Onoda, what are you doing?!" he blurted. He could feel his face heating up, and to save himself from further embarrassment he desperately wanted the boy to move. Unfortunately, Onoda was determined to stay where he was since he felt he was responsible for the mess in the first place. He was perched right between the older's spread legs, his arms braced against long, slender thighs. His face was twisted in concentration as he gently patted the towels against Makishima's dampened skin. Lemonade dripped from his hair and down the sides of his head, forming tiny droplets on his shirt and on the shorts he was leaning over. When he moved his hand closer to Makishima's thighs, he accidentally brushed against the clothed length, and the green-haired boy couldn't hold back the moan that tore from his throat.
He quickly covered his mouth, completely mortified at the sound that he made. When Onoda peered up at him to see what happened and they made eye contact, it suddenly dawned on the smaller boy that they were in a...compromising position, to say the least.
Onoda's cheeks reddened furiously, their eyes staying locked on the other's. Makishima was sure that his boyfriend had caught on to what was going through his mind, and he was waiting for the moment when he would blurt out something embarrassing, but he could only bite his lip and groan when that small hand groped his hardening member.
"O-Onoda..?" Makishima breathed, noting how Onoda's eyes seemed soft yet daring. It was a struggle to keep looking though, especially now that his boyfriend was slowly applying more pressure on his crotch.
"I-I've been p-practicing all week with popsicles," Onoda confessed, looking away shyly. "I was waiting for the right time to ask you, but I was too nervous..."
"Practicing?" Makishima repeated, trying to figure out what Onoda meant. Once he realized what his not-so-innocent boyfriend indirectly admitted, it all connected in his mind. 'No wonder he was eating popsicles so often,' the third-year thought, laughing half-heartedly.
"Senpai...may I?" Onoda asked, making Makishima silently moan at his sinfully sweet voice.
He nodded his head slowly, the muscles in his legs twitching in anticipation as trembling hands deftly unbuttoned his shorts. The garment, along with a pair of brightly checkered boxers, were tugged lightly until Makishima's erection sprang free. The older boy inhaled sharply when the cool air breezed over his sensitive member, the drink he spilled earlier adding to the sensation.
Onoda stared in awe, his right hand coming to hold the organ at the base and his other gently cupping Makishima's narrow hip. He wet his lips before darting his tongue out to lightly swipe at the tip. His boyfriend didn't make a sound, but he saw his fists grab the edge of the couch tightly, so he figured that was a good first step. Sticking his tongue out again, he started at base and languidly licked to the tip, pressing the appendage flat against the dick in his hand.
Makishima shivered involuntarily, Onoda's tongue feeling ice cold against his flesh. He was fully hard now, a searing heat starting to build deep in his belly. He let out a shaky breath that he didn't know he was holding, and moved his right hand to card his fingers through his hair.
Onoda switched between licking along the length and lapping at the tip, still able to taste traces of lemonade. He could hear his senpai panting breathlessly above him, making his heart beat fast and blood rush to his groin. His mind was telling him to touch himself, and he desperately wanted to, but he instead chose to focus on pleasuring the boy in front of him.
With his mind made up, he sealed his mouth over the tip of Makishima's erection, causing the older boy to grunt aloud and grab at his hair. He took that as a sign to continue and swirled his tongue over the tip once more, paying special attention to the slit.
"Un-! Aaah," Makishima mewled, his sounds increasing in volume. His hips bucked once on their own, causing Onoda to squeak. "Sorry," he gasped, but his boyfriend only smiled brightly at him before tightening his grip on his hipbone.
Inch by inch, Onoda lowered his mouth onto the hardened length, having to stop short when he couldn't fit it all in his mouth. 'It's bigger than I expected,' he thought to himself, smoothly covering what was left with his hand. He hollowed his cheeks before slowly going up then back down Makishima's cock, twisting his hand in a corkscrew motion as he settled into a steady pace.
Makishima closed his eyes, moaning and groaning repeatedly. The hand previously tangled in his hair moved to grip the edge of the seat behind his shoulder as his back arched off the couch. He wouldn't last long, not when Onoda was devouring him like a pro. 'He must've practiced really hard,' Makishima thought, an image of his boyfriend deepthroating popsicles almost making him cry out. The heat in his groin was nearly unbearable and caused him to quiver uncontrollably.
Onoda noticed how Makishima was unraveling at the seams, and sped up his sucking and stroking. He could feel his hair being pulled, but he pushed the pain to the back of his mind. Pre-cum was leaking rapidly from the dick in his mouth, so he knew his boyfriend was close.
No sooner than he made his observation, Makishima keened, "S-Sakamichiiii, I'm clooose," dragging out his lover's first name. With a look of determination, Onoda lowered himself on the cock one last time before humming deeply as if in appreciation.
The vibrations pushed Makishima over the edge, a guttural moan errupting from deep in his throat that soon warped into a mangled cry. Onoda allowed himself to be held in place as his senpai emptied all of his seed into his mouth, nearly choking him. He sucked up every last drop, not exactly loving the bitter taste but swallowing it nonetheless.
When the hand holding his hair released him, Onoda looked up to see Makishima slumping on the couch, chest heaving as he tried to recover his breath. He sweetly tucked his boyfriend's now limp member back in his boxers, sliding his stained shorts the rest of the way off so he could wash them later.
"What do you think?" Onoda asked excitedly, cuddling next to his lover on the couch.
Makishima simply turned to peer down at him, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss that left them both breathless. "I think you're really good at being unpredictable," the long-haired boy teased, smirking at Onoda's look of confusion.
Without any warning, he pushed Onoda down and leaned over him, ready to return the favor despite his boyfriend's babbling.
He was glad that Onoda had proved him wrong once again, to say the least.