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“Hey, what’d you get for number 4?
“I skipped that one.”
“Okay... what about for number 5?”
“I have no idea.”
“Number 10?”
“Zero.”
“Kazutora, are you fucking serious?” Baji can’t help but roll his eyes at his best friend, frustrated. “Did you even answer a single question?”
“Nope” Kazutora says, no shame whatsoever. “Do I look like I’m any smarter than you?”
“Oi!” Baji throws his eraser at Kazutora, it bounces off his forehead and falls to the floor. “Speak for your fucking self, asshole.”
“Ow, that fucking hurt.” Kazutora grabs the eraser and flings it back- Baji grabbing it in the air before it has a chance to reach its target. “Booo...”
Baji smirks at that. “Seriously though, what have you been doing this whole time?”
“Watching you.”
Absolutely shameless.
Baji’s face is priceless. Kazutora cackles at the red flush spreading through the other’s boy’s face, his eyebrows deeply furrowed like he’s unsure what Kazutora meant by those words.
It was honestly always amusing watching the other boy squirm when Kazutora complimented him or made him feel shy. It made Kazutora preen knowing he was the only one allowed to see the softer side of Baji.
“You- how can you say shit like that with a straight face?” Baji chokes out.
“I’m just being honest.” he mumbles while he picks at a hangnail with his teeth, eyes never leaving the raven haired boy. He was now bowing his head a bit - hiding from Kazutora’s gaze- his long raven hair blanketing a portion of his face. A shame really so he reaches across the table to gingerly push his hair behind his ear, his eyes warm when he catches Baji’s gaze.
“Shut up, don't say anything.” Baji gets out. “I just wanted to know the answers for math and now you’re being all...” he gestured wildly, like he can’t find the words to say.
“Being all what?” He raises a brow in question. “Romantic? Suave? Sexy? Help me out here.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Baji reaches up and pushes his face back with his hand. “None of those things actually.”
Kazutora can be so irritating. Not that Baji really hates it though. He’s irritating, but he has a way of getting under his skin, has his body feeling alight and warm and desperate for more. Kazutora can never know. His ego’s big enough already.
“I was thinking more so irritating, annoying, bothersome....” he starts to list off every negative word he can think off.
“Oh yes, talk dirty to me.” Kazutora has an amused glint in his eye and Baji wants to punch him. “Where did you learn all those words, by the way? You got a thesaurus lying around here somewhere?”
He really punches him this time, wide grin on his face when he sees his skin starting to bruise already.
Baji sits back, letting out a sigh when he sees all the work he still has to work on. School really is the bane of his existence, but he promised his mom he would do better and there’s no way he’s gonna disappoint her now. Maybe he’ll ask Chifuyu for help next time instead of the blubbering idiot sitting across from him.
“I can’t believe you really hit me, you ass.”
“You deserved that.” He’s just going to ignore him.
“I didn’t know you were into bdsm, Baji.”
Baji chokes, “What the fuck are you going on about now?”
“You know, like Sado-masochism ? You’re the sadist and I’m the masochist I guess, unless you also want to get hit?”
Truthfully, Baji’s never thought of it before. Now though, he’s a little curious on the subject.
“Is pain really a kink?”
“Hell yeah it is. You’ve never thought about it before?”
“No.... have you done it before?” Sue him, he's curious.
“I’ve only ever fucked you, so no I haven’t.” Kazutora muses, “but I’ve thought of it countless times before.”
Baji feels his face blush at that. Damn his body for betraying him like this.
Kazutora chuckles, “Kind of seems to me like you’re interested.”
“Don’t put words in my mouth, idiot.” But the reality is that he is interested. It might not be the same thing, but he does like when Kazutora pulls his hair during sex. Does that mean he’s a masochist? But he also likes seeing Kazutora all beat up and bloody though maybe he’s really a sadist....
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to try. Would you be willing to hit me?” He knows there’s no point asking, the other boy does whatever he asks.
“If that’s what you want, or you can beat the shit out of me if that’s what you prefer.” Kazutora's honestly down for anything, his dick already twitching in his pants at the thought of having really rough sex with Baji.
“We can’t do it now, though. Mom’s home.”
“Can’t argue with you there. Let’s sleep on it and if you still wanna try let me know."
Baji sighs, “Yeah yeah, I can’t believe we went from math to bdsm talk, you fucking pervert.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re all innocent, don’t think I haven’t noticed you getting turned on when I pull your hair.”
“You wish.”
The boys continue to argue, all thoughts of homework long gone.
—
It wouldn’t be until two weeks later on a Friday afternoon that the subject would come back up.
Baji’s sitting behind Kazutora on his bike as he speeds down the hill.
“Hey, Tora, remember what we talked about a few weeks ago?”
“We talk about a bunch of shit, so just tell me what it is.”
Baji growls, “About the pain thing...” he whispers, embarrassment hot in his veins.
“Oh yeah, what about it?” Kazutora keeps his eyes on the road.
“My mom isn’t gonna be home tonight.”
“And?”
“Are you really gonna me me fucking say it, you ass?” Kazutora snickers.
“I’m playing with you.” He looks behind him at Baji, “Relax, you look constipated with that face.”
“I’ll fucking swerve this bike, so watch yourself.”
“Sure, as if you could reach over with your small arms.”
Baji pinches the other boy’s ear between his fingers, “Ow ow, I was playing. We really will crash if you don’t stop!”
"Don't say stupid shit then, idiot."
"I won't, so let go of my ear already." Kazutora whines.
—
Baji made sure to use those two weeks to research some information. It was hard because his mom checks his online history, so he had to be very discreet about it. He had entered his school’s library for the first time that past week and somehow managed not to get caught using the computer to look up information.
He didn’t read too much scared he would get caught, but he read something about having safe words and how to hide injuries. He doesn’t have to worry about anyone asking questions if he shows up with bruises on his face since everyone knows he’s in Toman.
If anyone from the gang asks he'll just say he got into a fight with a random kid at school, and "no he’s not in a gang, Mikey, blah blah blah." He's got it all prepared.
Anyways, he didn’t really learn anything he didn’t already know. Safe words he can do. The question is who’s gonna hit who?
On one hand beating the shit of someone gets his blood pumping like nothing else, but on the other hand Kazutora wasn't lying when he said Baji likes getting his hair pulled. He thinks he could probably come if he gets hit in the face and honestly, he just really wants to be told what to do and get roughed up some. It also wouldn't hurt (heh) if he slapped Kazutora around a bit he thinks.
So here they were in Baji's home and he's getting ready to tell Kazutora. The boy sitting on his futon cross legged chewing on a piece of gum Baji lent him.
“Uh.... so I’ve been thinking and I figured maybe we could both hit each other?” He holds his breath.
Kazutora quirks an eyebrow at this. “What do you mean by both?”
“Well, I thought we could start missionary and you could slap or punch me a few times then I could ride you and beat you up some too.”
Kazutora looks impressed.
“Heh... you’ve been thinking really hard about this, haven’t you?” Not that Kazutora’s complaining.
“So what if I have?" He pouts, "So what do you think?”
“You know I’m good with anything.”
“So pick a safe word.”
Kazutora doesn't have to think about it. “Ramen.” So he's kind of hungry and craving ramen, sue him.
“Ramen?”
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?”
Baji snorts, “Well, ramen it is and I’ll go with tomato for me. If it’s ever too much, just yell out your safe word.”
“Cool..” Kazutora pops his gum and stares, waiting for the other to do something. “So you gonna get naked or what?”
Baji can feel himself get excited over what’s to come as his heart pounds at the tension. At the other boy’s words he loosens his school tie, and starts to unbutton his white shirt. His face flushes as his eyes lock with Kazutora’s and other boy gives him a smirk.
Honestly, damn him.
He removes his clothes piece by piece, the other boy watching his every move. Soon he’s standing fully naked in front of Kazutora, his hair loose and falling down his back. The dual haired boy’s stare making the red flush spread down his chest and has the hair on his arms stand on end.
“Don’t just stare, say something.”
Kazutora-fully clothed- just continues to chew his gum, eyes raking up and down his body, pausing momentarily on his private area. He has to hold himself back from covering up.
Seeing the boy squirm in embarrassment is enough to have Kazutora's cock twitching in his pants. Feeling a little bad, he motions the boy forward with his index finger, “Come here.”
Baji gulps and steps forward getting closer to the boy sitting on his futon. “Sit on my lap.”
He lowers himself onto the other boy, shivering when his naked body is flushed against Kazutora’s fully clothed self. He feels small or like he’s been judged and the thought has his cock hard and leaking already.
“What a good boy you are.” Kazutora slides his fingers through the raven’s long hair, one hand gripping Baji’s hip as the other boy sits prettily on his lap.
Before Baji realizes, Kazutora tips him over onto his back, hair splayed around him like a halo. His heart is beating out of his chest as he watches the other boy hover over him, his body feels tense like he’s anticipating a hit any second now. God, he wants it so bad. He wants Kazutora to fuck him up so bad.
Kazutora watches as he caresses the younger boy’s naked body. He watches as goosebumps rise on the raven’s skin, and he can’t help the twist of his lips as he smirks in amusement.
“How badly do you want it?”
“Huh.”
“Tell me how much you want it.” He demands.
“I- I want it-“
A slap.
Baji gasps at the sudden hit, heart hammering. “Fuck, do that again.” Kazutora complies, slapping the other hard enough to bruise.
“Ughh, yes just like that.” he breathes out, feeling the drip of precum slide down his length.
“Beg.” Kazutora desperately wants to hear the other beg. Something the usual proud Baji would ever do.
“Please, Tora" he gasps, "Please mess me up and fuck your cock into me.” Kazutora curses, and reaches down to grip Baji’s face and spits in his face.
Baji wasn’t expecting Kazutora to spit in his face, but the filthy action has him moaning the other boy’s name out loud.
“Please, please fuck me.” He reaches for Kazutora’s zipper and manages to pull it down before he feels another sting of a slap on the side of his face. “Ugh”
Kazutora is pretty sure he’s never been this hard in his life. He hurriedly walks over to his backpack and pulls out a bottle of lube. He takes the opportunity to remove his pants down and walks over to the younger boy.
Grabbing Baji’s ankle he spreads the boy’s legs out and pushes them back.
“Spread your ass cheeks open.”
Baji swallows down his embarrassment and does as he’s told. Its not like Kazutora hasn’t seen him up close or anything. Because he has, and very up close.
Kazutora doesn’t bother being nice and shoves two lubricated fingers in the boy’s hole at once, stretching his rim full. The boy in question cries out at the harsh treatment, but the burn stings so good that his cock keeps dripping precum making a mess of his belly.
While Kazutora scissors in and out of Baji’s ass, he grips the boy’s face hard enough to bruise. “You’re gonna fucking take it whether you like it or not.” He shoves two fingers into the boy’s gaping mouth and proceeds to choke the boy.
Baji gags when he feels the two fingers shoved down his throat. Unfortunately for him, he does have a gag reflex. Fortunately for them though, his stomach’s currently empty so no accidents will occur.
Baji cries out when a third finger is shoved in his ass, the burn of the stretch bringing tears to his eyes.
“Tora, fuck me already, please.” He mumbles around the boy's fingers.
Seeing no use holding back any longer, Kazutora slips his fingers out and lines his cock up to the boy’s gaping hole.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, Baji.” He pushes in. He has to bite his lip at the sudden tight heat surrounding his cock.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. It’s like I’m fucking you for the first time all over again.” The other boy clenches around his cock at the words.
“Don’t hold back, Tora.” Baji spits out, he reaches up and pulls him down towards him, his grip on Kazutora's shirt tight.
Not needing to be told twice, Kazutora starts a quick pace, fucking into the other in sharp, brutal strokes.
“Oh, fuck yes, harder!”
Kazutora slaps the other boy hard, his cheek blooming red almost immediately. “Don’t tell me what to do, slut.”
“I’m sorry, Tora, but it just feels so good.” Baji moans, eyes squeezed tight as his prostate gets abused.
“Spit on me again, please.”
Kazutora gathers his saliva and spits on the boy’s cheek, some of it landing in Baji’s mouth. Getting an idea, he grips the raven’s face and tells him to keep his mouth open.
Baji knows what’s coming, but no way is he gonna stop him. He sticks his tongue out as Kazutora’s spit drips down his tongue and into Baji’s own mouth. He swallows.
Kazutora stares in awe, pupils dilated. He feels himself get harder if that was even possible, and he reaches down and smears his spit all over the other’s face.
“You really will do anything I tell you to, huh?” He muses, transfixed by the boy below him. His hair mussed and cheeks a ruby red with his own saliva coated over it.
He suddenly remembers Baji saying something about riding him, so he promptly slips out of the boy and changes their positions.
“Whoa! Give a fucking warning, dude.” Baji complains.
“What would be the point in that?” He raises a brow, and slaps the boy’s ass cheek, satisfied with the sound his hand makes when it comes in contact with the boy's unblemished skin.
He’s brought back down to earth when this time it’s him who gets a slap in the face. “Pay attention to me, asshole.” Baji huffs, “I’m gonna ride you so hard your dick will be imprinted inside my ass.”
Kazutora cackles at that.
“Stop laughing!”
Annoyed, Baji lifts and slams back down and he can't help but moan at the feel of Kazutora’s cock deep in his guts. He leans back and places his hands on the boy’s thighs, and rides the hell out of his shitty best friend slash lover, both of them letting out moans as he speeds up.
“Fuck, I love your cock so much, Tora.” Sweat rolls down his temples at the physical activity, his hair sticking to his neck.
He bounces fervently on Kazutora’s cock, his muscles starting to ache, but seeing the mounting pleasure on the boy’s face keeps him going just a little longer. He’s pretty close too.
“Touch my cock, Tora.” He demands.
“Hit me again and maybe I will.”
“You ass...” But he complies and slaps across the face.
Kazutora just laughs some more. “Harder. Punch me, punch me so hard I bleed.”
Baji’s a little uncertain, but he knows Kazutora can take it. He pulls his arm back and swings at the other’s face, hearing the crack of his nose being broken.
“Holy shit, Tora!” He gapes in shock, he honestly hadn’t meant to hit him that hard. Blood is quickly pouring down his nose and trickling down his neck, but Kazutora just groans and thrusts his hips up harder, his strokes getting quicker.
“That felt so damn good, fuck.” Kazutora reaches for the blood and smears it in his hand before he grips the boy’s bouncing cock and strokes him in time with his thrusts.
"Your reward."
Seeing the other boy groan out in pleasure at the punch has Baji gripping Kazutora’s cock tight in his ass, the heat in belly searing at the bloody display.
“Holy shit, I’m gonna come..” Baji can’t help the whine he lets out as the other pistons his hips just right, his cock kissing his prostate with every stroke.
Before he knows it, Baji is shaking and slams down hard, his hole clenching around Kazutora’s cock and coming all over his belly- some even hitting his face from how powerful his orgasm was. "Oh, fuck, I'm coming!"
Kazutora comes right after, cumming inside the boy’s hole and getting his cock milked till there’s nothing left.
“Fuck, Baji..”
Licking his lips, the iron taste coats his tongue and he moans in delight.
“You better not get it up again because my ass hurts.” Baji warns.
Snickering, he slips his fingers through the raven’s hair and pecks him lightly on the forehead.
“As if that matters, I saw how turned on you got when I shoved my fingers in. Bet you could even take them dry and wouldn't even complain."
"Shut up, you pervert."
—
Both boy’s were cleaned and dressed ready for bed after taking a bath and eating some food. Baji was currently replacing the sheets for his futon an was thinking back to their previous activity.
“I can’t believe I broke your nose.” He muses. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine, I’m used to that shit. I’ll just tell the others my dad beat the shit of out me or something.”
Baji was worried, but he already gave him first aid so there’s not much he could do now.
“Still, I’m sorry.” He startled when he feels fingers slip through his hair. He looks up at the other boy and his heart skips a beat at the look on Kazutora’s face. It’s the same look he was giving him all those weeks ago while they studied. Like Baji hung the moon or -dare he say it- like he was in love. Baji has to swallow down the emotions welling up inside him. He thinks he might be watching Kazutora with the same look on his face, but this time he thinks it’s okay if the other sees.
If Baji makes Kazutora feel even a third of what Kazutora makes him feel then it’s worth it. Kazutora also deserves to feel loved and wanted.
“It’s okay because it’s you. I know you would never actually want to cause me harm, just like I would never cause you harm.”
“Well, if you’re okay with it....” Baji pulls the boy down, intertwining their fingers together. “Maybe next time you can punch me.”
Kazutora laughs. “If that's what you want.”
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