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By the corner of the cafe, Touya watches as Keigo orders their drinks. Her hair is held back into a loose braid that Touya had put there earlier, but the strands are falling out now - something she’ll have to redo later. She tucks a strand behind her ear as she points out what cakes they want to the barista.
They probably shouldn’t be ordering such sweet drinks and cakes after their workout, but hell, they deserve it. Touya’s stomach feels as if it could eat itself by now, sweat glistens on her forehead and makes the black strands of her fringe stick to her skin uncomfortably. She’ll have to shower later.
“That’s all,” Keigo hums. “Thank you!” She always is extra chirpy after working out, Touya thinks through a nearly blinding migraine. Fuck. She needs caffeine. Keigo looks like an angel sent from heaven itself as she walks over with Touya’s large order of piping hot coffee - it might as well be fucking holy water at this point. There are a few cakes in a small brown bag, but Keigo will most likely dig into those before Touya gets a chance to.
“Careful,” she smiles when Touya nearly snatches the cup from her. “You’ll just end up burning yourself again.”
Her worries go unacknowledged as Touya discards the lid and takes a considerable sip of the black stuff, only wincing a little from the heat. Keigo figures she is probably used to it by now.
“S’good,” she swallows. “Thanks.”
Keigo hums, taking a sip of her own iced drink after lapping up the whipped cream from the top of it. “Yeah, this hits the spot.” Touya watches from the corner of her eye, both disgusted and impressed at how she can tolerate something so sweet, just to wash it away with a bite of the brightest fucking cupcake she’s ever seen in her life.
“Jesus, what flavour is that, firework?” She leans over to get a closer look, smelling where Keigo has just taken a reasonable bite.
“It’s obviously raspberry. Here, take a bite.” She says through a mouthful of it, but doesn’t give Touya much choice, she’s shoving it into her mouth before she even has a chance to deny her. Through muffled sounds of disapproval, Touya finally bites into it, but not without rolling her eyes a little. She hardly chews it before swallowing.
“Too fucking sweet,” she mutters, washing the aftermath of it away with her coffee.
Keigo laughs and practically inhales the rest of it. “You’re just no fun.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“Speaking of that,” Keigo takes another bite of her second cake, this one is green, with more frosting than actual cake. “Who’s in for tonight?”
“Dunno,” she sits back in her chair as she thinks about it. “Tomura’s the only one who responded to my invite, I was thinkin’ about just calling it off.”
“See,” Keigo puts her cake down just to point at Touya, “you’re no fun.”
“What? We can’t throw a party with three people.”
“Says who?” Keigo crosses her legs, folding her arms over her chest as if she is challenging Touya. “With some drinks and some good music, it’ll be a great time.”
Touya squints as she considers it. Sure, her and Tomura weren’t the most outgoing individuals, but maybe Keigo is right. Some drinks and music would surely be enough to lighten the mood. She has her parents house to herself for the weekend, and while three people doesn’t seem like enough to make a mess of the place, they sure as hell can try.
“Fine. I’ll let her know.”
“Perfect!” Keigo practically jumps from her seat, disregarding her half full coffee and half eaten cake. “We’ll go and prepare everything now, what do you say?”
“Tomura says she’ll stop by at seven,” Touya reads from her phone screen. “And she’s bringing a bottle of vodka and snacks.”
“Can’t wait,” Keigo beams. She tosses the remainder of her food before standing and holding out a hand for Touya to take, pulling her tired body up. The caffeine did little to help her tired muscles.
“We’ll go get cleaned up, then we’ll set the place up, yeah?”
Touya groans at the pressure on her thighs as she stands, muscles overworked from hours on the treadmill. “Mm, yeah.”
“You’re a mess,” Touya holds the door open while Keigo kicks her sneakers off, cringing at the sight of her dirt-ridden, sweaty socks beneath.
“Yeah? So are you,” she tugs at Touya’s sweater, running her finger along the evidence of her earlier coffee in the form of dark brown stains. “If you leave it on it’ll stain, take it off.”
“Damn,” Touya raises a brow at her, “at least take me out first.”
“Shut up,” the blonde smiles, grabbing her sweater by the bottom and lifting it over Touya’s head and arms. Beneath it is a thin shirt, one obviously stolen from Keigo’s closet, but she can’t bring herself to care, not when it looks better on Touya anyway. The dark blue compliments the darkness of her hair, brings out her striking eyes, and somehow makes her skin glow even more, scars and all. It’s gorgeous.
“Cute shirt,” she teases as she locks the door behind them. The house is silent, a nice change now that the rest of the Todoroki family is on a vacation.
Touya snorts as she lifts said shirt over her head, tossing it in a pile of her dirty clothes. The sports bra beneath sticks to her like a pair of old wet jeans. “I’m gonna go take a shower.”
“Huh? No way, I’m going first.”
“Like hell,” she dodges past the aggravated blonde, “this is my house, I’m going first.”
“Ah, I don’t think so,” there’s a smile on her face now - mischievous to its core. She uses her body weight to push past Touya, almost knocking her over as she sprints through the halls of the house she knows better than she knows her own. Touya isn’t far behind her, she sprints with her hands out, desperately trying to grab onto the back of her clothing. Touya isn’t one to lose, and if this is gonna be a race, consider her a track star. Her socks slip and slide all over the clean tiles, every wall and corner presenting itself as a near death experience, but she never slows. She pants through a series of giggles and through yelling Keigo’s name, telling her to give it up.
But thanks to Keigo’s head start, she reaches the bathroom first.
It isn’t until she slips on a loose bath mat that Touya finally catches up, toppling over her and collapsing into a heap on the floor. Keigo shakes, and for a moment Touya worries, but when the shaking turns out to be laughter, she only rolls her eyes.
“Man,” Keigo breathes. “I guess we both win?”
“What, are you saying we should shower together?”
“I mean, why not?” Keigo rolls out from beneath Touya, wincing a little when she feels a bruise already building where she’d fallen. “We’ve been friends for fifteen years now. It’s not weird.”
“If you insist,” Touya rolls over, inspecting her body for any damage before turning on the shower. “Dunno if there’s much space in there, but we can make it work.”
“Great!” Keigo doesn’t hesitate before pulling her pants down, Touya’s eyes widen, darting away and trying their best not to accidentally look too hard.
“Jesus,” she grunts. “A warning would be nice.”
“Stop being such a baby,” Keigo’s top goes next, she tosses it into the corner of the room, undoing the clasps of her bra just like she would when showering alone. Touya turns to face the wall.
“What are you doing?” She sighs. “You wanna shower or not?”
“This is stupid,” she mutters, but pulls her leggings down anyway, kicking them off with just a hint of frustration. She doesn’t know if Keigo is staring at her or not, but assumes it anyway. She covers her chest as she throws her shirt into the same pile, only ever taking one hand away to test the temperature of the water.
“God,” Keigo says, “I wouldn’t have pegged you to be so self-conscious, Touya.”
“M’not, this just feels weird. You’re my best friend, so...”
“Come on,” Touya can’t see her, but can sense her taking a step closer, feel her and hear her breath getting closer. When she’s spent so much of her life around her, she’s come to recognise her movements better than her own. So she isn’t startled when a warm hand graces her shoulder, a comforting gesture, but one that sends a chill down her spine. “Don’t you trust me?” She says, softer than before, her voice is music to Touya’s ears, and with a sigh, she relaxes her limbs. Hands to her sides, shoulders shrinking, she takes a deep breath in.
“See,” Keigo takes a step into the water without testing it. “It’s okay. You’re overthinking it.” It’s warmer than she expects it to be, but covers herself in it anyway, watching as Touya hesitantly spins around. She doesn’t stare too hard, or at least, she tries not to. Touya’s eyes are big, scanning Keigo’s expression for any hint of judgement.
She finds none.
Only a warm smile and her flushed cheeks from the warmth of the shower. She steps back and allows Touya to take in some of the water. There’s not much room for the two of them like this, not when the shower head only covers so much space. There’s only an inch or so between them once Touya is half beneath the water.
“It’s hot,” she breaths, keeping her eyes upwards, focused on Keigo’s face alone.
“I’ll turn it down,” Keigo reaches over Touya’s shoulder to adjust the heat, making her regret commenting on the temperature at all. They’re too close like this. Their chest inches away from touching, bare skin inches away from grazing together and making things complicated.
God, if Touya knew her heart would be racing this fast, she would’ve waited. She would’ve just taken the fucking shower last.
But no, she couldn’t just lose for once, could she?
“Is that any better?”
“Huh..?”
“The temperature,” Keigo tilts her head, “is it still too hot?”
“Oh, uh… Yeah, that’s good.”
“Perfect,” she beams. “I’m gonna wash my hair, okay?” She reaches over Touya again to take the bottle of shampoo. “Do you want some?” She says as she squeezes a reasonable portion into her palm.
“Sure.” Touya holds out her hand, expecting the blonde to squeeze some from the bottle for her too. She jolts when Keigo begins running her fingers through her hair.
“What the-” She freezes. “ What are you doing?”
“Come on,” she drags out her words like a pleading child. “Lemme do it for you.” It’s not as if the girl has a choice anyway. Keigo works the soap in with the precision of someone being paid good money to do so.
“You’re insufferable,” Touya groans, squinting as the girl works her hands and the cold shampoo deeper through her roots, rubbing it in while massaging her tired scalp in the process.
She’d be lying if she said she disliked the feeling - any tension in her body comes undone, and any discomfort she felt previously is deflated. She glances down at Keigo’s bare frame, glistening in soap as it runs down her soft arms. She admires the inches of her that she’d never seen before, even after fifteen years of friendship. Her soft stomach, gentle curves and wide hips with perfectly aligned indents in them.
As if she’d caught her staring, Keigo begins to speak, “I don’t know what you were so worried about,” she giggles a little. “You’re gorgeous.”
Touya flushes, averting her gaze to instead stare at the wall. “Don’t say shit like that…”
Keigo pulls her closer gently, guiding her head beneath the water, tilting her backward with her fingers on her jawline. Touya follows her movements, careful not to get too close, careful not to touch her.
Keigo, however, isn’t so careful. She reaches over once more to take the bottle of conditioner, hardly reacting when her bare chest clashes with Touya’s. The height difference between them isn’t enough to stop their breasts from touching, Touya stills, not daring to move an inch when she can feel Keigo’s nipples pressing against her skin like this. Keigo pulls back, but only slightly, with each movement, Touya can feel her breasts brushing against her own, tickling her, teasing her. She rubs the conditioner to the ends of Touya’s hair, seemingly oblivious to what her body is doing to her. Touya cannot speak, cannot move, only shiver as the sensation internally drives her past the point of madness. Her nipples have already gone stiff, she can feel it in the way they tease against Keigo’s softer ones. And when she has to squeeze her legs together to contain herself, she knows this is getting out of hand.
She pulls away - away from the water and away from Keigo, stepping further away until her back hits the shower wall. Keigo stands speechless, looking at Touya like she’d just grown a pair of wings from her forehead.
“The hell’s gotten into you? Come here, I’m not finished.”
Touya takes a deep breath in, another out. “Are you seriously clueless?” She says through a breathy laugh, hesitantly stepping an inch closer.
“What?”
“You can’t just touch me like that,” she blurts, “your body against mine, it’s too fuckin’ weird.”
“Weird?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t think so,”she tilts her head again with an innocent sort of confusion. “I like it, it’s a nice feeling.”
Touya almost chokes.
“You’re so close to me, with nothing between us…” She looks down for a moment, but quickly diverts her eyes back to Touya’s face. “It’s comforting.”
“Now c’mere, let me finish,” She changes the subject, stepping away from the water just to pull Touya in. Touya has little choice, not when she is frozen like this. Keigo takes her wrist and pulls her head under the water, running her fingers through the clean strands and letting the conditioner rinse away.
Touya shivers, but holds her head back enough for it to flow.
“All done,” Keigo whispers as she undoes her own hair, letting the ragged curls flow and become drenched in the shower's heat. Dark blonde falls to brown, and her curls lie flat along her back, the front strands long enough to conceal her breasts.
“You wanna do mine?” She brushes it through once with just her fingers, trying her best to untangle any of the knots.
“It’s only fair,” Touya reaches out of the shower, taking an old hairbrush of her own and running it through the back of her hair. “You did it for me.”
“I know, but-”
“And I want to.” She squirts the shampoo directly on her head, massaging it in gently just as Keigo had done for her. Her hair is silky like this, soft and gliding through Touya’s fingers like it was meant to do so. She massages her scalp like she could continue to do it for hours if asked to.
“I’ve always been a little envious of your hair, you know that?” She eventually says, breaking the silence as she guides Keigo’s head toward the flowing water, rinsing the product out carefully to keep her eyes away from it.
“I do,” she smiles, “you’re not as good at hiding things as you think you are, Touya.”
Touya flushes at that, at the cockiness in her tone, hinting that there might be more she knows about. Though, Touya doubts such a thing.
“It’s so…” She takes a strand between her fingers once the shampoo is rinsed out, “...curly.”
Keigo hands her the bottle of conditioner and leans down so Touya can put it in.
“Mine’s been flat and dead ever since the accident.” She sighs as she rubs a good amount of conditioner in. “It used to be all thick and wavy.”
Touya feels the girl physically shiver as she works in the product, working it down to the very roots of her thick hair. She repeats her movements, just to make her shiver like that again, rubbing deeper, harder, right where she knows it feels good.
“Ah, that’s nice.”
“Yeah?” She moves closer, hardly realising that her chest is grazing against Keigo’s exposed back. She shivers, but is more focused on Keigo, on the way she moves back into the feeling, tilting her head back to give Touya better access to her. She shivers and sighs every now and again, Touya smiles, knowing she has to at least be doing something right.
She doesn’t stop brushing it in, running her slender fingers through her hair, even when her chest is completely pressed to Keigo’s back, even when her arms are resting on her shoulders to reach the strands that have fallen out of her reach. She doesn’t notice how close she is, not when she is so focused on the tast at hand.
Keigo does, she feels every second of it, but she does not say a word. She moves into it, pressing her body against Touya’s like a hug. It isn’t often that Touya is so open to physical displays of affection, being with her like this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity for all she knows. She’ll be damned before she lets it go to waste.
“Ah,” she sighs. “That spot’s good.”
“Mm,” Touya coos in acknowledgement, moving into it some more. “But I gotta wash it out now.”
Keigo’s shoulders fall, knowing that after this Touya is bound to move away, to continue keeping her distance, just a few inches apart for God knows how long. Her fingers find Keigo’s jaw and tilt her head backwards, allowing the water to run over her head and rinse the stuff out with ease. Keigo follows her commands reluctantly and as slowly as possible.
“That should be enough,” Touya moves her body away from Keigo, reaches over toward the tap, ready to turn it off, but Keigo stops her.
“Not yet,” she takes Touya’s wrist in her hand, pulling it away from the hot water tap and towards herself. “Don’t wanna leave.”
“What? We’re done, so why drag this out any longer than we have to?”
“Dragging what out? I’m enjoying this.”
“Standing here butt naked with your best friend? Come on, this is just weird.” Touya breaks eye contact, embarrassment evidently hitting her all at once. Though, Keigo understands none of it.
“I know you Touya, inside and out. Always have.” She takes a step closer, despite the fact that there was little room between them to begin with. “You run from intimacy, and even after so many years of friendship, it’s not often I get a chance to be this close to you.”
Touya raises an eyebrow, still puzzled by Keigo’s intentions and just where she is heading with this. She continues inching closer, but Touya lets her. She does not move away, even when Keigo places a hand on her bare waist.
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“I-”
Keigo’s hand squeezes her side, gently, but enough to make her breath hitch. Her nails graze the flesh, softly, but sharp enough to make the presence known.
“You feel good,’ she continues, “softer than I imagined you, actually.”
Touya shivers, “what are you getting at?”
“Just be quiet,” her hand reaches out to take Touya’s, guiding it toward her waist, letting it slip down to perch her hips. Touya leaves it there, flustered by just how close she is to places she shouldn’t touch. “It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it?” Keigo steps even closer.
The water is growing warmer; the room is becoming steamier, but neither of them notice it. Their eyes are locked, only flickering every now and again to admire their hands on the other's body. Touya’s hands are pale in comparison to Keigo’s olive skin, back chipped nails grip hesitantly, lightly, as if she’s scared to hurt her. Keigo’s grip is firm, for she knows Touya is tough enough to handle it. It’s tight as if Touya is going to run from her loving grasp at any given second, she won’t let her.
Keigo breaks what’s left of the gap between them, resting her head on Touya’s shoulder while her hips collide with Touya’s. She pulls her arms around Touya’s waist, pulling her in and hugging her, and Touya’s mouth falls open, eyes wide like Keigo had just confessed to a murder.
But it’s a murder she’ll accept, because she wraps one arm around Keigo, even when the killer’s lips are on her neck, licking and testing the waters, diving in when Touya shows no signs of resistance, and sinking into the shallows with gentle ease. Touya’s hand instinctively strokes her wet hair, pushing her closer instead of away. She runs her fingers through the clean strands, gasping when Keigo’s canines graze her tender skin, shaking when they glide further up her neck, tickling the arteries and making her lips curious.
She hardly thinks about it before grabbing Keigo by the chin, tilting her upwards and positioning their lips together. Keigo takes the hint instantly, interlocking them like she’d been waiting a lifetime to do so. And she kisses her like she’ll never have the chance to do so again. Both hands capture Touya’s face, holding it like it belongs to her, fearful that at any second Touya will run from her touch again.
Touya breaks the kiss and Keigo’s heart sinks, eyes widening to scan Touya’s face, expecting to find a look of regret or fear.
But she finds nothing but blown pupils, staring down at her lips like she is hungry for a taste of her. Because, God, is she starving. She only takes a second to catch her breath before connecting them once again, this time, she lets her hands wander, testing the limits and teasing the curves of Keigo’s soft frame. Keigo leans into her touch, moves her body in a way that lets Touya hold her better. The opportunity is far from missed. Touya’s hands wander, eventually, gradually reaching her ass. She squeezes, gently, as if only to test her reaction. When Keigo sighs and clings into Touya tighter, like it is exactly what she wanted all along, she continues, venturing further and without hesitation.
Keigo bites into her shoulder, begins to grind her hips against her, Touya follows and moves in sync with her, hands still holding and groping her lower half.
“Touya…” She sighs, slurred as if drunk. And perhaps she is, she feels it.
“Mm?”
“Is this okay?”
The question makes her question it. Makes her moves falter for a moment too much. Their friendship meant everything. Keigo meant everything, and it wouldn’t be worth losing it over anything, not even this.
“Well, are you okay with this?” She asks.
“Are you kidding?” Keigo’s voice is stern now, taken back by such a ridiculous question. “I started this,” she presses a kiss to Touya’s parted lips. “I’ve always wanted this.”
“Don’t stop then,” Keigo kisses her again, even as she tries to speak. “Please.” Soft pecks grow borderline aggressive after just one taste, she’s devouring her, hardly giving her a moment to breathe, and Touya’s never felt so eager to suffocate.
They’re wasting far more water than Touya can afford, but that’ll only be an issue for Enji later. She smiles at the mere thought of it. She quickly reaches over to turn the heat up just a little more.
She has little time to savour this warmth, because Keigo pushes her back up against the wall and away from the water entirely, their only heat source coming from the shower’s increasing flow of steam and from their bodies - skin red and flustered, sensitive to the touch.
“Tell me to stop,” Keigo breathes, lips inches from Touya’s neck, sinking lower, down toward her chest. “Before it’s too late.”
Touya only shakes her head vigorously. She can’t speak. Keigo watches as her chest rises and falls, and when her lips meet her breast, she can practically feel her heart pounding inside. Perhaps it’s just the way she shakes, but it skips a beat when her tongue glides over her nipple, lightly circling before her lips latch on.
“Keep- ah…” the suction makes her legs tremble, “...doing that.”
Keigo doesn’t need to be told twice. Her free hand kneads the other breast, thumb toying over her soft nipple with gentle precision. Touya feels as if her body belongs to Keigo, her hands are the joysticks, controlling her every move like she knows the controls already. A moan escapes her lips, sounding louder than she intended it to thanks to the bathroom’s walls. Keigo smiles against her skin, teeth lightly biting the hardened bud - Touya feels every second of it, every breath Keigo breathes, every sigh and every groan.
Their hips clash with every movement, they helplessly grind against one another in a desperate attempt to relieve just a little tension. But it’s futile.
Keigo’s hand travels downward, taking its time along Touya’s bare stomach, admiring the gentle scars that adorn it and caressing them with love. She skips to her thighs, scared to become too forward, scared to scare Touya away after making it this far.
But Touya’s legs open, hot water runs down her thighs, she spreads them only slightly, but as an obvious invitation for Keigo’s wandering hands. She takes it quickly. Her hand grasps at the flesh and hardly waits before grasping her pussy. She holds it there a moment, standing up straight to take in Touya’s expression, searching her face for any hint of disapproval.
Touya’s lips are parted, panting. Her eyes are half-lidded, looking down at Keigo with a look she’s never seen before - something like lust or desperation.
“Please,” Touya rubs herself against her palm, warm slick coating it and causing Keigo’s breath to hitch in her throat. She’s already this wet, it makes Keigo blush to think that such a thing could be her doing alone.
“Yeah,” she breathes in response. She raises one of her fingers just enough to glide along her slit, collecting the evidence of her arousal with her middle finger and brushing against her clit with each of her movements. Touya’s head falls backwards, meeting the shower wall, shoulders slumping back as she tries to catch her breath. The opportunity doesn’t go unmissed, and Keigo’s lips latch onto her exposed neck like she is a starved vampire. They bite and suck, and when Touya’s gentle moans escape, she can’t stop herself from leaving her mark everywhere in shades of deep red and purple.
“Keigo,” she cries, Keigo’s never heard her voice sound so whiny. She adores it - the way her stoic demeanour crumbles to easily under her touch. She continues to speak, something like please or yes , but her words are rendered unintelligible when Keigo curls a single finger upward, inserting it inside her with surprising ease. Her fingers might be smaller than most, but she makes it work, her thumb applies firm pressure to her clit, toying with the fragile bundle of nerves while her middle finger begins to curl against her soaked walls ferociously. Touya hardly gets a second to adjust before the feeling is overwhelming her. Her head falls forwards, face burying itself in the crook of Keigo’s neck. The blonde smiles, one hand holding her body still and stable, keeping her there like she is a fragile thing, prone to break. Keigo wants to be the one to break her - lovingly and over and over again. She curls her finger harder, and when Touya presses her face harder into her neck, when her frame begins to shake and tremble, she slides in a second finger, finding no resistance with just how wet Touya is. Her hips shake, grinding against Keigo’s small palm as if trying to push her in further and deeper. And Keigo sure as hell tries it, testing the limits of her small fingers, wishing there was a way to just give her even more.
She hopes there will be a time she can do just that, and that this won’t be the last time Touya lets her be so close. But hope only does so much, all she can do is cherish this - Touya’s delicate voice in her ears, her disarrayed hair falling onto her shoulders, and her bare body pressed against hers so tightly it is as if she wants to crawl inside of her. The way her pussy clenches around her fingers sends a chill down her spine, despite the hotness of her cunt and the shower's steam surrounding them. She sucks her in as she grinds against Keigo’s palm shamelessly, her shaking breaths only fuelling Keigo to fuck her harder
She tries to speak again, but her words are cut short with every curl of Keigos’s fingers, they find places inside of her that she hadn’t even been aware of until now. She mutters an array of cusses when Keigo brings her free hand back down, replacing her thumb with it and rubbing more precise circles over her clit.
“I can’t,” she cries. “I can’t take it anymore.” There are tears building in the corners of her eyes now, hot and completely against her will. She’s glad Keigo cannot see her fucked out face like this.
“Come on sweetheart,” Keigo coos. “You’ve got this.” Her voice is music to Touya’s ears and fuel to her rapidly weakening legs. “Just let go for me, okay?” Her pace quickens, impossibly so, even though her arm started to ache minutes ago. She’ll make Touya cum if it’s the last thing she does.
“Ah- fuck-” She whimpers, legs on the verge of crumbling beneath her weight. “Y-yeah.”
Keigo holds her there, ready to catch her if she ever feels like falling. Touya knows it, so she wraps one leg around hers and intertwines her fingers with the back of her hair.
“That’s it,” she slows down once she feels it, the way her walls tremble and release around her, the way her body releases all of its tension and falls limp against her. Touya says her name over and over until the words are slurred together, hardly making any sense.
“Fuck…” Keigo breathes. “ Fuck .” She takes a step back so she can hold Touya by the waist as she catches her breath. She can only hope she feels the same once she comes down from her high. Keigo turns the water off and prays that she can see her the same, even now that the steam is gone and it’s only the two of them here, bare in her family’s bathroom.
“You good?” She says after a moment of silence and when Touya catches her breath. Her touch grows softer, less protective, as if she is ready for Touya to pull away and run. She would let her if it meant they could stay friends.
“Yeah,” she breathes through a laugh. “Fuck.” She steps out of the shower and pulls a dry towel over her shoulders, gesturing for Keigo to come too. She does so reluctantly, too scared to make eye contact.
“I don’t know what got into me, if you’re mad-”
“Mad? God, Keigo…” She pulls her under the towel, it does little to dry the two of them, but their bodies are at least warm. “...That was everything. You’re everything.”
“Come on,” she continues. “We gotta get ready.”
“Mm,” Keigo mutters against Touya’s shoulder. “Can’t we call it off?”
“And to think you were the one telling me that I’m no fun just an hour ago.”
“Fine,” she takes off toward the doorway. “I’m taking some of your clothes, by the way.”
Touya rolls her eyes, it’s not as if she can say no to her anyway. When she walks into her room, Keigo is already sliding on one of her floral sundresses like she owns it. It fits her tighter than it would Touya, the length shorter as a result. But there’s no way Touya could ever complain about such a thing - not when it hugs her like that . She’s not wearing anything beneath besides a pair of Touya’s boyshorts, she can see them through the thin fabric.
“Hope you don’t mind,” she beams, entirely uncaring of whether Touya really does mind or not.
“Not at all,” she rolls her eyes, despite it being the truth. She takes the first thing she sees and throws it over her head and rolls on a pair of old pants. The black tee does little to cover the new marks covering her neck, but it's nothing her hair cannot fix with the right style.
“I’ll set up the playstation,” she says, pulling up her pants some more as she leaves the room. “You handle the snacks?”
Keigo salutes and follows onward, diving into the kitchen and raiding the cupboards like she lives in the place. There’s a few dishes to be done, but she ignores them.
“You like fruit?” She shouts from behind the counter, watching as Touya concentrates on something.
“Tomura doesn’t, there’s some chips on the bottom shelf, get those out instead.” Touya fiddles with the remote, smashing it against her knee once or twice in an attempt to get it working.
“What’s wrong?”
“Piece of shit isn’t working, Dad’s fatass must’ve sat on it again.”
Keigo fights back a laugh. “Let me take a look.”
Touya fights the urge to throw the thing as she walks over, but once her hands take it from her, most of the anger dies. Golden painted nails toy with the buttons gently, much different from how Touya had been slamming them around. Her cheeks immediately flush thinking of how those hands had been so deep inside of her just moments ago.
“I think the batteries are dead,” she opens the back to take a look. “See, it’s fine; totally fixable.”
Touya’s mostly silent as she watches, still stunned from earlier, something strange dwelling in her gut, unspoken words rattling around in her skull.
“Are we just gonna ignore what happened?” She says after a while, so quiet that Keigo might not even hear it. Her eyes fixed on Keigo’s fingers working with the remote’s dead batteries, she’s too nervous to face her head on right now.
“Do you want to?” Keigo’s looking at her now, she can feel it. “We can.”
“No,” Touya cuts her off, looking up, but her eyes are distracted by the evidence of her all over Keigo’s exposed collarbones. “We need to talk about this.”
“Okay,” the blonde takes a seat on the couch and disregards the remote, patting down the empty space beside her for Touya to take. Where Keigo is relaxed, Touya is stiff and afraid to move too much. “You okay?”
This time, Touya cannot stop herself. Her hands are on Keigo’s cheeks before she has a moment to process what she is doing. Her skin is warm beneath the pads of her fingers, cheeks blushed and clean, lips still swollen from earlier. She tastes them like they’re hers to devour, and Keigo lets her do just that like it’s exactly what she’s been waiting for this whole time.
“I like this,” she says between a kiss, her words cutting off since she is so eager to dive in again. “God,” another kiss, “why didn’t we do this earlier?”
“Too scared,” Keigo breathes. “You always run.”
They press their foreheads together for a moment to catch their breath, eyes closed, they take in the feeling of one another, their cleanliness mixed with each of their familiar, natural scents. Touya leans closer, her posture less stiff when she pushes Keigo’s back against the couch. She straddles her confidently, unaware of her dress falling from her frame and revealing her slightly. None of it matters when their lips are connected like this. The sun could be exploding and all Touya would know is the taste of her and the way she looks at her when she pulls away.
“I won’t run,” Touya adds, pulling away to take in her flushed expression, her curly hair sprawled out all around her on the couch. “Not from you, not anymore.”
Keigo reaches back up to kiss her in acknowledgement of her words. It’s a language they’ve only just begun to speak today, but one they already know so well. Touya’s tongue communicates gentle hums of affection against Keigo’s bottom lip, a request for her to open. She does so, allowing Touya to slide in, to toy with her tongue and explore her mouth delicately. Keigo flicks the piercing on the end of her tongue, the one she had convinced her not to get in highschool. She’s starting to feel thankful that Touya never listened to her back then. They smile against one another like the thought somehow travelled between the two of them.
They stay like that for what must be an eternity or two, not that it matters, not that either of them actually notice the passage of time when their delicate lips locked together feels this good.
But amidst their heavy breathing, their desperate kisses and their soft moans, they hardly hear the sound of the doorbell ringing. It’s loud enough to be heard through the walls, but their minds are far too foggy to concentrate on much else.
Tomura presses the thing nearly twenty times before Keigo comes tumbling to answer it. She nearly falls over as she races to answer - her hair a mess and her loose clothing falling from her soft frame. She adjusts it a fraction as she opens the door wide, just enough for the fabric to cover the new redness painting her neck and collarbones.
“Ah, sorry,” she breathes, out of breath as if she had just ran a mile or two. “We were just… cleaning up.”
“Whatever,” the girl rolls her eyes, adjusting the bag on her back and scrolling inside like she owns the place. It isn’t uncommon for Touya and Keigo to be so clueless, anyway.
She tosses her coat and shoes by the table in the entrance, leaving her in nothing but shorts and a light spaghetti strapped top. “So, it’s just the three of us, right?”
“Yeah, figured we could still have a good time on our own!”
“You guys wanna game?” She asks, but she doesn’t need to. They’d already been preparing for just that (trying to).
“Hey,” Touya walks in, her clothing hardly fixed as if she wants to make it obvious. Her lips are red and plump, no doubt the work of Keigo. Some of her old mascara is smudged beneath her eyes, but it’s not enough to notice from a distance. “Yeah, that’ll be fun.”
She’s quick to throw herself back onto the couch, as casual as ever, like nothing had been happening just a minute earlier. The first thing Keigo notices is the unconcealed hickey on the side of her neck, showing as clear as day under the overhead lighting.
“I’ll get it set up,” Touya takes another look at the remote, scratching her neck a little and accidentally drawing even more attention to it. “What’re we playin-”
“I need a drink,” Keigo interrupts, racing toward the kitchen to pull out three fresh glasses. “Tomura, whaddya got?”
She smirks, swinging her bag over the counter and letting the bottles inside clash together. Keigo holds out a glass with a smile like she’s just won the lottery. Tomura doesn’t need to be told twice, she pours them all a large helping of sprite mixed with vodka, ignoring the way Touya is watching her from the couch and telling her to slow it down. Keigo is encouraging her, whispering that she should slip in just a little more vodka, and that’s all that really matters to Tomura right now.
The blonde nearly chugs the entire thing in one go as she sits down beside Touya. She hands her the second glass and Touya takes it swiftly, wincing slightly as she takes a single sip, caught off guard by the unexpected strength of it, but she powers through another larger sip nonetheless. God knows she’ll be needing it after what just happened.
“There’s an old radio over there,” Touya says, her mouth still half full of liquid. “Keigo, can you take the batteries out? I’ll use them on the remote.”
“Mm,” she stands, but not before taking another sip. It feels good going down, a slight burn, and enough to make her feel a little more at ease.
It’s fine, whatever happens, happens. They’re all best friends, after all.
She finds the old remote in question and pulls it apart, all while Tomura watches the two of them from the counter, generously sipping on her own drink. Once they manage to swap the batteries over, the TV powers up, immediately displaying the PlayStation startup screen. She plops herself down beside Touya, resting her head on her shoulder just like she usually would, only this time, it feels even more intimate. When Tomura takes a seat beside her, she adjusts her clothing a little, just to be safe. She can only hope that Touya will do the same.
They’re silent as they wait for the system to set itself up, painfully so. It hardly feels like a party at all.
“So,” Touya downs her entire drink, waiting for the effects of the alcohol to lighten the mood a little. “What’re the plans?”
“You tell me,” Tomura sasses her, side-eyeing Keigo and finishing off what’s left of her drink too. Her attitude hints that something is wrong, but neither Keigo or Touya dare to ask, for they can only fear the worst.
“Chill,” Touya says instead. But her tone only pokes at her aggravated nerves more.
“You’re acting like I can’t see it already,” she rolls her eyes, turning to gesture toward the two of them. “Your behaviour alone is enough for me to catch on, you’re so fucking obvious - always have been.”
Touya’s eyes widen.
“Come on, what are you even talking about?” Keigo interprets as she waves her hands about in an attempt to dismiss the topic entirely. She scoots away from Touya a little, gaining a side eye from her as she watches the interaction.
“This is silly. Come on, let’s decide what game to play.” She continues anyway, a blatant diversion from the current topic. She smiles like someone waiting for the punchline of their joke to hit, but Tomura is painfully deadpanned, so devoid of emotion that it wipes the smile right off her own face.
“No. I wanna know what’s going on between you two.” And of course she does, Tomura won’t accept being the third party, won’t accept being the outsider in their little group. That’s not how this works, never has been.
“Huh? Nothing’s going o-”
“Right now.”
Keigo swallows, loud and sheepish like someone from an old cartoon. There’s no point in denying it anymore, it’s only making her look like an idiot. Touya can see it too; there’s no escaping the fact that they’ll need to come clean with the truth. Whatever this ‘truth’ may be, they’ll have to come up with an explanation quickly, because they hardly know it themselves.
“Just today,” she chokes out, as if it’s any explanation for everything. Tomura waits for her to continue, but she never does. She can’t think of anything else to say.
“Listen,” Touya begins, “we’re still figurin’ shit out.”
“You can’t!” Tomura suddenly exclaims. Her voice breaks when she says it, quick and rushed like she’d forced the words out of her dry throat.
“What?”
“You can’t do this,” she rushes again. Tomura has never been one to show her emotions, but if anyone can read her like a book, it’s Keigo and Touya. “What happens when you get even closer - and without me!? What? Am I just supposed to watch this all unfold right in front of my eyes?” She gestures to the two of them, to the marks on Keigo’s neck and the pinkness of Touya’s face. “I can’t. I won’t do it.”
Oh.
“ Oh , Tomura…” Keigo breathes. Realisation setting in with a heavy weight attached to it by a thin string. The two girls glance at one another once, and then back to Tomura, eyes heavy, looking at her like she is the world and everything beautiful in it. “Are you… jealous?”
Her mood snaps at the word, sadness drifts to anger, as if she cannot believe Keigo would even dare to accuse her of such a thing. But not once does she deny it or suggest that she is wrong.
“You both disgust me,” she instead says, breaking eye contact and taking her phone in her hands, dismissing the conversation like it never happened at all and like she never got worked up to begin with.
“It’s not too late,” Touya chimes, taking one look at Keigo for approval before speaking. The blonde smiles, and that’s all she needs. “Our fun’s only just beginning, you know?”
Tomura side-eyes her, pretending to be more focused on whatever is on her phone screen. But Touya knows her too well for that.
“What do you say?” Long fingers trace Tomura’s fragile collarbones, dance with the loose straps and tease her soft exposed skin. “Yeah?”
Tomura’s lack of a response is enough, they know her like a sister. Keigo takes on the other side, gently taking the strap and letting it slip down her shoulder. She usually wouldn’t be so forward, but the small dose of alcohol cuts her fading sense of self control in half.
“What are you… ah…” Touya’s lips attack her neck, teeth already grazing against the fragile skin as she sucks her mark onto her. Keigo isn’t far behind, she locks her mouth onto her exposed collarbones, licking and fighting the urge to travel lower.
She doesn’t question it. Not when it feels this good. One hand finds its way into Keigo’s soft hair, tugging at it and pressing her closer, the other hand toys with the bottom of Touya’s tee as if she is asking for permission to slip under.
One breath in, another out. It’s all too much, and she’s lucky if she gets a moment to breathe at all. The two of them overwhelm her senses as if it is their goal to immobilise her, to render her into nothing more than a blubbering wet mess on Touya’s family couch.
“Is it good?” Keigo teases shyly. But she already knows the answer. Touya’s tongue makes a mess of her neck, sucking and licking like she is starving. Tomura can’t stand it, but despite everything, moves her head to the side to give Touya better access. When Touya sinks her teeth in, she audibly sucks in a breath, unknowingly arching her hips and sinking into the couch further. She can’t control her movements, let alone the sounds that want to slip out. When Keigo’s hands sink beneath her shirt and glide against her bare stomach, she sighs, pouting with dewy eyes that Touya wants to swallow whole. She gives her neck a rest in favour of her lonesome lips, dry and slightly chapped, but perfectly fitted to slot against Touya’s. She kisses her with all the passion of someone who has never been given a chance to express such passion. It’s clumsy and childish and Touya loves every second of it, mimicking her messiness and teasing her with a smug grin. Tomura’s hands clumsily dive toward Touya’s tee as if she is in a hurry to get rid of it. Touya obeys, pulling back from their kiss for only a split second to slide the thing over her head. She’s not shy anymore, not when the grounds they stand on couldn’t be clearer and so devoid of any hesitation. Nothing but desperation and a desire to make up for lost time stands between them - and she’s determined to satisfy such cravings, even if only for the time being.
“Why…” Touya begins to speak, but can’t help but to lick Tomura’s lips once more. “...Why didn’t we do this sooner?”
“Who cares,” Keigo pulls Tomura’s shirt up enough to reveal her breasts, small and perky, she cups them in her palms. Tomura shivers and holds her breath at the sudden contact. “This is gonna be our greatest party yet.”
“Cute,” Keigo continues, taking the buds between her fingers and squeezing. Tomura squirms and writhes about, moaning softly into Touya’s mouth like someone who has never been touched like this before. Touya exhales through her nose in response, somewhat envious that she hadn’t been the one to provoke such sounds from her. She sneaks her hand into the waistband of her pants, waiting for any suggestions of disapproval before continuing any further. When she finds none, she tugs the fabric down along with her underwear, just enough to leave her bare and for Touya to get what she wants. Touya fights back a giggle when she finds her already rock hard with cum pathetically leaking from the tip, all over a little touching and kissing. It’s endearing, the way she rocks up into Touya’s touch when she glides a single finger over the head. She rubs it in and collects her fluids on the pad of her thumb before wrapping her palm around her cock. Just one hand is nearly enough to cover the length entirely, Tomura rocks her hips into her, desperate to gain just a little bit of friction. But Touya won’t give it to her that easily. No, she needs to make this last.
“Look at you,” she teases. “This needy already?”
Keigo takes a look too, face flushing bright pink at the sight that presents itself. Her hands disregard their previous position so she can wrap her hand over Touya’s gently. She moves her head downward and toward Tomura’s exposed tip, mouth already open and desperate for a taste. The two watch as she laps up what is left of her precum, Keigo’s eyes flickering up to watch the way both of their eyes widen at the sight - at her boldness.
Touya takes it as a challenge, she moves her hand and instead rests it in Keigo’s hair. Tomura can do nothing but watch and attempt to contain herself as the two girls position themselves above her cock. And right when she thinks the anticipation is enough to kill her, Keigo’s swollen pink lips wrap themselves around the head, tongue already swirling around the outside and tasting every part of her like she is divine. Touya holds her there, pushing her down only slightly as she watches with parted lips. Tomura reaches out to take her free hand and she firmly grips it, just like she always has throughout their years of friendship.
“So fucking hot,” she mutters, fingers tugging harder at Keigo’s hair. “Kei, get on the ground.”
“Hm?” She releases with a pop. Tomura nearly chokes.
“Just do it. Ass in the air for me, yeah?”
She doesn’t need to hear any more than that. She’s obeying faster than she can say yes, dropping to the ground while still in between Tomura’s open legs. She sticks her ass up enough for Touya to crawl behind and slip her dress up. She’s not shocked to find that she’s wearing nothing beneath, wetness already glistens on the inside of her thighs. Touya’s mouth almost waters at the sight. She places both hands on either side of her thighs, spreading her legs open further from behind.
Keigo gasps, holding onto Tomura’s thighs for support. Touya’s breath is hot, she can feel it as the girl draws her face closer, and even that is nearly enough to drive her insane. Her pussy aches for just a touch of stimulation, and when she imagines that tongue piercing of Touya’s inside of her, her body involuntarily jolts.
“Fuck, Touya…” She whines, her voice pathetically high. She just can’t help herself.
“Patience,” she gives her thighs a squeeze, fingers teasing closer towards her pussy at an agonisingly slow pace.
Keigo can’t take it, she needs a distraction, needs a fill. She takes the head of Tomura’s cock back in her mouth, bending over even further so she can reach. Tomura’s caught so off guard that she thrusts deeper inside on instinct, and despite her small size, it’s enough to make poor Keigo gag on it.
Touya hears it and chuckles, sliding one finger along her slit in a quick attempt to prompt more sounds from her. She moans around Tomura’s cock and gags again when the girl thrusts up into her. She keeps fucking up into her throat, uncaring of anything else when her hot mouth feels this fucking good. Over and over again, she gags on it, but takes it like it’s all she knows. Because when Touya’s slender fingers make gentle work of her soaked pussy like that, she doesn’t need to breathe all too well anyway. Each gentle stroke has her moaning, the vibrations effectively sending Tomura into a frenzy, prompting her to pump her cock inside of her even faster just to feel it deeper.
Touya pulls out, but only for a second. Keigo’s body falls limp at the lack of stimulation, but jolts when Touya presses a kiss to her pussy. Her tongue slips out softly, the metal bead on the end toys with her entrance, teasing it and slipping inside only slightly, but enough to force the most lewd sounds possible from her. Touya never knew she could be so vocal, even Tomura is caught off guard by it, but relishes every second of the feeling.
Keigo’s sure the neighbours can hear her by now, but she’ll be damned before she lets something like that bother her. When Touya presses her face closer into her cunt, she almost yelps. Her tongue reaches all the way to her sensitive clit and flicks at it with that beautifully damned piece of metal. She pushes her ass closer to her, pressing her whole pussy into Touya’s face, she feels her smiling against her as a result. Each swirl of her tongue is enough to make her legs weak, she almost collapses when Touya speeds up a fraction, but her hands hold her there firmly, as do Tomura’s hands in her hair, holding her steady while she fucks up into her little mouth. Her senses are overwhelmed, and just when she thinks she can’t take a second longer of it, Tomura shoots her load into her throat, coating it with her warmth and fucking it back in with one last, rough thrust of her hips. Keigo chokes and gags and fights the urge to cough, but finally swallows all of it, adoring the taste and the sounds of satisfaction that Tomura lets go.
“Ah, fuck…” She chokes, her words raspy and out of breath.
“Already?” Touya mutters against Keigo’s pussy, her tongue still circling her clit at a steady pace, but one that renders Keigo helpless. When her head collapses forward into a panting mess on Tomura’s lap, Tomura runs her fingers through her hair, easing the pads of them into her scalp and cooing her like a baby. A gentle act of appreciation, an apology for being so rough with her just a minute ago, despite knowing Keigo loved every second of it.
“You did well,” she breathes, still out of breath herself. “So fucking well.” Such gentle intimacy is an uncommon thing from Tomura, so Keigo leans into it and cherishes every second of it while she catches her breath
But Touya is far from finished, and Keigo won’t be given a chance to breathe for long. Her tongue is soon accompanied by two fingers, long and agile, they impale Keigo with ease. She yelps and tries to squirm away from Tomura’s hold, but as if Tomura had predicted it, she holds her there, firmly with a strength Keigo had not known her to be capable of.
“Fuck, Touya!” She cries as the girl pumps them in sync with her tongue’s swift movements. She’s precise, talented like someone who has experience. But Keigo knows that is far from the truth. “Holy… f-fuck!” She chokes, a combination of both disbelief and amazement lacing her words.
There’s one thing Touya just can’t ever get enough of: praise. That, and those sweet little sounds that Kegio makes, the sweet little jolts of her body, and the way her pussy clenches around her fingers like it’s all she knows. It’s like a drug, just knowing that she is capable of making Keigo feel so intensely. She gets high on it, curling her fingers just like Keigo had done for her earlier. One hand firmly grips the fat of her thigh in an attempt to keep her steady, and every time she squirms, Touya squeezes just a little harder. If she keeps moving about so much, it’ll surely leave a mark, a damn pretty one at that.
“T-touya!” She yells, muffled slightly when her face is pressed into Tomura’s thigh like that. Tomura pushes her in closer, getting off just from feeling so in control. “I’m gonna-”
“Yeah?” She mutters into her cunt, pumping her fingers impossibly fast as if she is in a rush to make her finish. Her whole body trembles as her climax builds, and when she tightens around Touya and freezes, she knows she’s a goner. Her body ignites and she lets go of the pressure easier than she ever has, since it's so easy to do so when she trusts her two best friends so much. There’s no resistance, no shame or judgement, just undying love and familiar warmth.
Her body falls limp as she lets go, but Touya holds her still, just so she can lap up the last of her fluids like it’s the best thing she’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. She fucks her tongue inside of her just to taste her again while she comes down from her high.
“So fucking good,” she says, finally pulling away and licking her lips smugly. Even Tomura looks shocked at her boldness. Her skin is flushed red, lips puffy and wet, and Tomura thinks she has never seen her look so beautiful. And Keigo, God, the way she crumbles is enough to make Tomura’s stomach flip.
Touya stands and holds out a hand for Keigo, pulling her fucked out and dizzy frame from the ground and guiding her back to the couch beside Tomura. When Touya sits down beside her, Keigo’s head falls onto her shoulder, half asleep and half overwhelmed with the euphoric aftermath of her climax. Touya reaches over to place her hand on her cheek, rubbing circles with her finger and collecting a single tear from the corner of her eye.
Not one of them speaks a word, but in no way is it awkward. They never bother to collect their clothing from the floor, that doesn’t matter anymore; they’re comfortable like this, and they’re best friends, after all.
“Still wanna game?” Tomura eventually shrugs like it’s the most normal thing in the world, like she isn’t topless and still half covered in Keigo’s saliva.
“Mm,” Keigo agrees. Touya stands and walks toward the kitchen counter, tossing back whatever snacks she can find. Tomura catches some, but the rest fly forward and hit Keigo square in the face.
“Thanks,” she mutters, but opens it quickly. Whatever the hell just happened has left her starving. She stuffs herself like her very life depends on it.
“Mhm.” Touya takes another shot while they’re not looking, just for an extra kick. “Wanna try that again later?” She says.
Both Keigo and Tomura nod their heads eagerly, their mouths full of food and eyes fixed on the loading game screen.
“I think we should do this more often.”
“Told you,” Keigo turns to Touya, smiling as she takes a seat beside her once more.“Three people is more than enough to throw a good party.”