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Almost every night during the week, Yuuji pulled up a website and clicked through the suggested streamers all enjoying their meals and chatting with the people who hopped in. He was always polite, always said hello, but he didn’t visit more than twice. Yuuji wasn’t sure what kind of company he was searching for during his lonely dinners, but the friendly faces never really kept him watching. The biggest streamers talked to so many people and prioritized the people that could pay the most, the smaller streamers needed him and the few others to keep the conversations going. Even though he never stuck to one for very long, he kept searching.
One particularly slow evening, the streamer he was watching ended early.
“We’re gonna raid my good friend Onigiri! If you haven’t seen him before, he’s a mostly mute streamer and he does really awesome ASMR!”
A mostly mute streamer?
Yuuji was intrigued and when the screen switched he felt his temperature rise just a touch. The first thing he noticed was the markings on the boy’s cheeks, two concentric circles with lines leading inward to the corners of his salmon-colored lips. His mouth had just opened, displaying a similar mark tattooed across his tongue, that quickly disappeared under a large dumpling. The streamer’s bright violet eyes widened in shock, he blinked a few times then waved at the camera with a full-cheeked smile that reminded Yuuji of a hamster. An animation played, little rice balls landed on a wooden cutting board one by one and the raid number displayed atop it. The streamer reached down with his free hand and hit a button off-screen and a second later, a video started to play.
An animated voice came over Yuuji’s headphones and a rice ball with big cutesy eyes popped up.
Hello!
It had the same tattoos on its little mouth and Yuuji chuckled.
My name is Onigiri and welcome to my stream!
This stream is a little unusual because I do not speak much. If you need, please go to the bar below and turn on closed captions. Sometimes I will write messages on the screen! There is also an option to enable voice text-to-speech!
I may not talk much but I can answer yes or no questions aloud!
Shake means yes!
Okaka means no!
The onigiri bounced around the screen against a background one would find in a typical sushi restaurant before landing back onto a wooden cutting board. It snatched up a slice of seaweed and pulled it over his lower half like it was getting ready to climb into bed.
Please stick-y rice around and talk to your fellow viewers. The menu for today you can find out with the command exclamation point menu! Also please read the FAQ if you have any questions about me that I can’t answer with a yes or no.
Thanks for joining me!
The little onigiri waved goodbye and threw the seaweed over its body. Tiny letter z’s drifted out from its head. When the screen switched back to the streamer, Yuuji stared right at his big eyes, staring right back.
Oh no.
His mouth opened to take another bite.
Oh no.
His eyes wrinkled up when he smiled.
Oh no, he’s cute.
Yuuji tuned in every night from then on. His house felt less lonely, his dinner’s less quiet. In the back of every stream pleasant, faint music played, accompanied often by slurps and crunches. Once in a while, the animated voice would come to play and Yuuji always grinned when the introduction video came on.
Four months later, Yuuji started his first semester at Jujutsu Tech. In the dining hall, trotting after his new friend Megumi toward an occupied table, he came to a screeching halt. Even before his hair, he saw a familiar tongue with black marks, a pretty pink mouth opening, and two rows of shiny, white teeth that sunk into a sandwich.
Onigiri???
The crunch from the lettuce rattled his skull and he gulped down the knot stuck in his throat.
There’s no way.
Their eyes met, they were in fact that gorgeous violet, and he looked away.
It’s him, it’s really him.
“Inumaki-senpai, this is my classmate, Itadori,” Megumi introduced him.
Just play it cool, don’t act all weird-
Yuuji bowed his head and greeted him, trying not to show that he was freaking out, but he was freaking out. Toge nodded in response.
Yuuji was introduced to the others at the table, but he barely heard their names. Throughout the entire meal, all he could do was steal glances at Toge’s mouth. Damn, it looked softer in person, a little paler. Maybe it was the lighting he used. Either way, he was even cuter in person.
Every time their eyes met he looked away. Every slurp, every crunch, every swallow, only sent needy pangs through his chest. He wanted to tell him, he wanted to tell him how much he loved his streams. They were comforting and fun and he’d made a lot of online friends there. He’d never liked any stream as much as he liked his. He wanted to gush, maybe ask if he could order him food once. The thoughts cascaded through his mind like a waterfall.
“Inumaki-senpai,” Megumi said. “Maki-senpai and I are heading to the library after this, do you want to join us?”
Yuuji returned to the present at Megumi’s voice and tore his eyes away. Yup, he’d been staring, right at his mouth as he gulped down water from a crinkling water bottle.
“Okaka,”
Yuuji’s heart leaped in his chest. He talks like that in real life too? He thought, as though the human on the other side of his computer screen wasn’t real. He was starstruck, his thoughts weren’t exactly logical.
“You have work tonight too?" Megumi continued.
"Shake,"
That's right. He did have a show scheduled tonight and Yuuji gripped the chopsticks in his hand extra tight.
After the meal, the group dispersed and Yuuji went back to his room. When he got the notification for the stream starting on his phone a few hours later he tuned in, saw the loading screen, and grabbed a bag of chips.
It felt surreal now, seeing his upperclassmen behind the computer screen with a table in front of him covered in plates topped with fried foods.
Do I have to tell him? I want to…
Toge smiled after the first bite and Yuuji felt a twist in his chest.
I've gotta, it feels weird now.
The next time they met up, it was the same. Yuuji couldn't stop looking at his mouth, at his face. He managed to talk to him a little, but he knew he was acting awkward. He was actually good at talking to people! Getting flustered like this was unusual.
Yuuji tried to psyche himself up, admit he was a fan of his stream, that he'd actually watched him the last few nights and eaten with him, but every time he built himself up to admit it, he ended up just staring at Toge’s face, realizing he was staring, and looking away like a little kid with a crush.
It was a crush, kind of. He was cute after all.
Weeks passed and he still hadn't admitted to knowing about Toge's stream. He wondered if he'd ever be able to admit it. But what Yuuji didn’t know was Toge was headed straight for his dorm room one night, convinced that those long, wide-eyed stares he'd endured over the past few weeks were a shy invitation and not fanboying.
Yuuji was about to learn his favorite streamer was a bit of an opportunist.
Seated at his desk tapping his pencil against a notebook, Yuuji was attempting but failing to read for one of his classes when he heard a knock at his door. He hopped up on his agile legs and answered. Needless to say, he was more than surprised to see his senpai standing in the doorway.
“Oh, hi? I-”
Yuuji backed up reflexively when Toge stepped forward. Before he knew it, the door was closed and his upperclassmen was approaching while unzipping the collar of his jacket.
“Can I help-” Without a word Toge pressed a hand to his chest, guiding him back until he dropped onto the edge of his bed. “-you?”
Things were moving too fast for him.
“What are-”
His pulse doubled when Toge pressed a narrow finger to his lips. Would it have been wrong to kiss it? Because fuck he wanted to.
He could smell sage, lemon, and probably mint. That was definitely mint because Toge was leaning close enough a single warm breath brushed across his nose. His lips parted when Toge’s finger slid down until the tip was stroking along the rim of his bottom lip, sending tingles out through his cheeks.
Holy shit- this isn’t happening- this a dream-
Yuuji’s hand launched up and tugged at the meat of his cheek. He winced from the sting.
Oh fuck no it isn’t-
The corners of Toge’s lips quirked into an amused smile.
“I thought I was having a…” His eyes followed Toge’s descent, legs bending smoothly, both hands resting atop his spread knees, and he gulped. “...dream.”
Ten flares burst beneath his skin feeling hands smooth up his thighs, fingers gripping, then kneading back down into the tense muscles. He couldn’t think anymore, he gaped, flushing, heat stretching through him, his cock filling up when Toge’s fingers loosened and roamed back up to his belt buckle.
This is happening. This is really happening.
That cute face was right in front of him. Right in front of him and on his knees. He barely heard the clink of his buckle, the slip of the leather straps, or his own gasp when Toge pulled down the edge of his underwear and his cock sprang out into the cold air of his bedroom. How many times had he seen that soft pink tongue slide out to lick away some savory dark sauce and leave behind the prettiest, most kissable gloss he’d ever seen? That same tongue was lining his lips just inches from the swollen head of his cock.
“S-senpai-”
Yuuji gasped as he was swallowed down, almost every inch of him suddenly hugged by warmth and wetness so good he stiffened up and dragged his nails against the edge of his mattress. Coupled with those violet eyes staring straight up at him, he thought he was already going to blow.
He sank his teeth into his lip and watched the tattoo’s at the corners of Toge’s mouth stretch as he slurped back up his shaft. Yuuji exhaled heavy from the sparks it sent through his abdomen, reaching his fingers and toes so quickly his head was already spinning. The image was too much, the black circles on his cheeks looked too lewd on either side of his cock. The corners of his eyes scrunched up just like when he smiled and Yuuji couldn’t hold it in anymore. Toge’s lips lifted off his saliva-soaked cock he saw markings and a glistening, velvety muscle.
“I’m- I’m a really big fan of your stream!” Yuuji blurted.
He came.
The second the words left his mouth he winced and shuddered, his cock still held firmly at the base by Toge’s thin fingers. His hot, white load, shot out in short streams onto his senpai’s surprised face and Yuuji’s face turned bright red in response. Seeing a streak of his own cum on Toge’s forehead and cheek was hot but so embarrassing.
“I’m sorry! I-”
Toge burst out laughing. It was light, airy, barely carrying a tone. It was a laugh like he understood, the stares these past few weeks finally made sense. Yuuji’s embarrassment only deepened, though he couldn’t help thinking “cute” over and over. He’d never heard a laugh like that before, it was so faint but so real, his heart galloped and he regripped the bedsheets.
“I’m sorry.”
Toge wiped the cum from his face and sucked it off the tips of his fingers without missing a beat. He rose from his knees and hovered over Yuuji with another big smile on his face.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuji repeated because he was still trying to catch up to everything that had just happened. “I didn’t mean to go so fast- I mean- I really am a fan of yours. I tune into your stream almost every day. I’ve been following for a few months. I couldn’t believe it was you when we met, but I didn’t want to be creepy. I’ve wanted your autograph and I-”
Yuuji’s eyelashes fluttered. Toge’s lips pressed to his, silencing him, causing his head to tilt back and a sigh to spill out. Toge’s arms hung over his shoulders and the mattress dipped in on either side of his thighs where his senpai’s knees rested. The weight of his small body atop him was so satisfying, still in the glow of his orgasm he wanted to hug him tight and fall against the bed, maybe never let go, but when their lips parted with a tender wet smack he knew they weren’t done.
Toge pointed to his chest and outlined a rectangular shape, then wagged his finger with a firm, “Okaka.”
Toge took Yuuji’s hand and brought it between his spread thighs. First, he felt the heat, then the softness of his crotch. Another wave of desire washed through him at realizing how hot his upperclassmen was and he locked eyes with him.
“Shake,”
“Okay,” Yuuji said because he felt like he needed to. He was telling him things without saying them aloud and he just needed to follow along.
When Toge stuck his hand into his pocket and produced a condom, Yuuji realized he was already being asked for a second round. Toge unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off to reveal a plain white shirt underneath.
Yuuji’s brain was screaming. His hands were curling with a desire to touch and be touched, but he waited for the signals, for Toge to reach out to him again. Their mouths met in another set of sloppy kisses where Yuuji lapped at that soft tongue coated in the taste of himself, sighing between each smack, and reaching around to greedily grasp a handful of Toge’s perky, round ass.
Toge hadn’t gotten up often during his streams but he remembered one of the few times he had turned his back and walked away. The image had embedded into his mind and getting to grip that image in his hand put him into a tailspin.
Yuuji smoothed over every inch of him with his hands, aside from where he’d gotten a firm no. The image in his head grew solid, he added lean muscles, the shape of his hips, and the creases and curves of his form no longer a face on the screen but a living, breathing, warm human being in his lap.
They parted to gasp for air with mouths wide open and tongue-tips touching before Yuuji leaned back. Skin humming, eyes glazed, he almost chased Toge when he climbed off the bed to make quick work of his pants and underwear. When he finished, Toge pointed at him and he looked down at himself.
“Oh!”
Silly, he’d been too busy eyeing him up for the thousandth time that he forgot to take his own clothes off. He threw off his shirt and kicked off his pants. There was a hint of delight in Toge’s expression, Yuuji had seen enough of his streams and picked up on the nuances. He was enjoying this and that made him more starry-eyed than anything. Toge pressed a hand against his chest and leaned him back against the bed, then climbed on top again.
Despite how sexy his senpai looked, hovering over him in only a white t-shirt, he knew even without looking down he was still recovering.
“I’m still-”
Before he’d finished his sentence a hand was cupping behind his head, lifting him up into another slow heart rumbling lip-press that was followed by a nod that told him, I know. The hem of the white t-shirt brushed against his chest, his hands dropped to Toge’s waist and he melted into the next kiss. He didn’t know that Toge was simmering, aching, almost throbbing between his thighs because Yuuji was stupidly cute.
His looks, his blushes, his eyes going beady and excited like a little puppy had turned him on from the first time he’d noticed it.
Toge liked cute boys, big, cute boys who were bright and cheery, but a little bit shy. He liked running both hands up a big, cute boy’s chest and watching him quiver from the stimulation, gasp faintly when his fingertips skimmed over his nipples, and whine when his mouth landed on one to suck. He could tell how effective he was and Yuuji didn’t even try to hide his expressions.
To Toge, the earnest one’s were the tastiest.
“Sen- nngh-”
His mouth is so soft.
Yuuji’s nipple tightened up under the rolls of his velvety tongue, every little peek sending almost painful signals to his still flaccid cock.
When Toge lifted the wet muscle still hanging out of his open mouth in the most lewd way, Yuuji rushed up to wrap his lips around it. His brow furrowed and brain went blank at giving into his horny instincts. He slipped off with a short, suctiony pop.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” he moaned, not knowing that he’d unlocked the cage of a slumbering beast.
He’d risen onto his elbows but was forced flat on his back, Toge’s teeth carded across his bottom lip and he was on him in the next second. He had to know he was hitting all the right notes by squeezing Toge’s hips, branching off from those hungry reddened lips down his pale neck in search of more places to suck.
Fingers drifted down his chest again and when they traveled close to his cock, he admitted, “I don’t think I can yet.”
Toge glanced down like he was checking and back up to his face.
“Could I use my mouth too?”
Yuuji didn’t know he was lighting another fire without dousing the first. He didn’t even get a “shake” before Toge was crawling up the bed to straddle his face.
The moment Yuuji’s head was between his thighs, he lapped his tongue out against the head of his little swollen cock and saw his hips jolt. He’d never imagined he’d get to taste his favorite streamer like this and he didn’t actually have any experience in tonguing someone out, but damn it, he was going to try his best.
Though he found out in the next few seconds that he was not in control in the slightest. Toge took a firm hold of his hair and he got the message so he pressed his tongue into him, excited by the throb of his walls as he inched inside. The fingers in his hair grew firmer when Toge’s hips did a swivel, slowly finding a rhythm.
Yuuji loved the way his walls clenched around him when he hit the tip his perked cock against his upper lip. He moaned into him and cupped over his smooth, plush thighs, lifting his head to go as deep as he could. He was more than content to watch from below as Toge rode his straining, outstretched tongue exactly as he liked.
Yuuji moaned again when Toge tugged his handful of pink strands, the sting going straight down to his cock starting to harden. He could hear every heated huff, feel every quiver in the muscles of his thighs, and taste the warm juices as they ran down the sides of his cheeks. Watching him from that angle drove Yuuji insane, but he didn’t have the heart to stop and let him know he was hard again.
This was fine, he didn’t need to get off twice. So long as he got to feel the rotation of hips, feel his walls pulsing down around his tongue, taste the bittersweet slick as it dripped down his throat, he was more than satisfied. But when Toge put both hands in his hair, sinking him deeper into the mattress while rutting his cock against his lips, Yuuji felt a melting sensation work down his spine. Fuck, he was gonna cum just from this.
With every passing second, Toge was getting wetter, the pivot of his waist building the tension in his abdomen. He usually didn’t get this excited for casual fucks, but this tongue, that face, those light brown eyes gazing up at him like he was the most delicious meal in the whole world, were rushing him to the finish.
Yuuji shuddered again when Toge threw his head back, his mouth opened up in a silent cry, the muscles in his neck twitched when his breath hitched, and his walls clamped down so tight around his aching tongue.
Yuuji’s sweating palms remained flat against his abdomen. The coil in his lower half was burning and unbearably tight, but he didn’t even think of wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, too transfixed by the image of his favorite streamer bucking his hips to the rhythm of his orgasm.
Then came the sound, it was just as light and airy as his laugh, almost like a “huh” but so faint Yuuji almost thought he’d imagined it. His skin flushed with heat, his eyes rolled back, his shoulders locked up. A load leaked out of his tip, flooding through the lines of his abs.
The moment his tongue was freed from those cum-soaked walls, he let out a hoarse moan that radiated satisfaction. His chest heaved up and down while he basked in the glow of the best orgasm he’d ever had. Toge flopped onto the mattress beside him, his t-shirt covered chest also pumping with his heavy breaths. Then Yuuji turned to see Toge smiling a confident, pleased smile, with half-lidded eyes.
In all the times Yuuji had imagined himself cuddling post-sex, he thought he’d end up being the big spoon, the one everyone curled up against because he took up more space, but his senpai didn’t even hesitate. Yuuji’s heart revved up again when his upperclassmen patted his own shoulder encouraging him to roll over and tuck his still wet face into the crook of his neck. He hugged around his narrow torso and nuzzled in, licking his lips clean and memorizing the lingering taste. Is this what it felt like to let someone lead the way? He kind of loved it.
“Could…” He lifted a hand to wipe his cheeks as he spoke. He was worried, maybe doing all this had changed things. “Could I still watch your stream?”
“Shake.”
He smiled and squeezed a little tighter.
“Cool,” he whispered into the warm skin of Toge’s neck.
A few seconds passed of comfortable silence.
“Could…” This time he was taking a leap. “Could we do this again sometime?”
He didn’t answer right away and Yuuji almost panicked.
“Shake.”
His racing heart eased into a steady thumping. He wondered if Toge could feel it, his nervousness, his hopefulness that this casual thing was headed toward something more. Though he didn’t want to assume and he didn’t want to be wrong. He decided to wait, enjoy, and see where things led, so he repeated, more softly and with feeling, “Cool.”
After the afterglow, both were seated atop his bed, still naked, and silent. Frankly, Yuuji wasn’t sure what to do next. He thought for a second they were about to enter round three when Toge crawled across his lap, but his upperclassman was just taking his phone from his nightstand. Toge straightened up then leaned his head against his shoulder and Yuuji was reduced to a flustered mess again.
“Thanks,” he whispered when Toge finished adding his name and number to his contacts.
That smile was so adorable he kind of wished he could eat it.
I’m so weird.
Toge pecked his cheek and Yuuji, with his jaw hanging slightly open, watched him slide off the bed and dress. He was still having trouble believing that just happened. When the door clicked closed behind his senpai, Yuuji reached up to pinch his cheek again.
Yep, okay, that was real.
The following evening, Yuuji sat in front of his laptop with a cup of instant ramen and tuned into Onigiri’s stream. He too was having ramen, a few kinds, all decked out with boiled eggs, sausages, and cheese. It looked delicious and he honestly wished he could go to his room and enjoy the same meal.
That’s a good idea… if I ask him out for food, just the two of us, maybe...
Yuuji watched Toge turn and caught sight of a little pink mark on the nape of his neck.
The chat saw it too and promptly exploded.
Multiple people fired off messages screeching about a hickey, the little kissy mark, the evidence of his life outside the screen. The sidebar moved faster than he could keep up and the moderators enabled slow mode.
Toge’s eyes fell on the chatbox and he smiled. He looked right at the camera, right at Yuuji, who flushed as bright red as a fresh tomato when his senpai winked.