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Tatsuo wanted to die.
It was 9PM on a Wednesday, Tatsuo's Designated Jerking Off Time™. His roommate Ryuji worked late making takoyaki for the weekday salarymen who couldn't wait until Friday night for their drunken late night shenanigans. This meant Tatsuo was free to do whatever he wanted before 1AM, usually watching porn on his laptop or, when he wasn't lazy enough, actually get a toy out to practice some self care.
Tonight was one of those non-lazy nights-- maybe it was the stress of job searching that was getting to him, or maybe it was because he had drunkenly made out with his roommate a week ago and couldn't stop thinking about it. It didn't help that he LIVED with the guy, constantly being surrounded by his musk, his smile, his... well everything. Worst of all, Ryuji had a habit of being shirtless right after a bath. Tatsuo loathed it but looked forward to it every time. Tatsuo was quite shameless when it came to any sexual thoughts, but with Ryuji, he couldn't help but feel bad. He wanted to slap himself for even thinking about his friend sexually, with every surprise erection being a sign of shameful greed. The only way to let it out was on Wednesday nights, when he had the whole apartment to himself-- he could finally let out his sexual frustrations with one session and it was all going to be okay.
But it wasn't all going to be okay, because mid-stroke with a toy deep in his ass, so close to climax, Tatsuo saw Ryuji standing by the doorway eyes wide in complete silence. Tatsuo screamed as he grabbed a blanket on the futon and covered himself head to toe. He heard Ryuji slam the sliding door shut.
"RYUJI-KUN WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" was instinctively what Tatsuo screamed, his voice muffled since he was also screaming into the futon.
"I FUCKIN LIVE HERE DAMN IT," Ryuji called back from the other side of the door. "Jeez you horndog, why don't you go get your load off at a soapland like everyone else?!"
"IS IT SO WRONG TO JERK OFF IN MY HOME-- OH WHATEVER!!!" Tatsuo actually felt like crying. Why the hell was Ryuji home so early? Moreover, HOW did he not hear him come in through the front door? It was over, he was going to get kicked out, or get his ass beat, or something. The feeling of dread overwhelmed him and came out as a sob.
"... Tacchan?" Tatsuo flinched as he heard Ryuji’s voice more clearly-- he was definitely in the room with him now. Tatsuo felt Ryuji’s weight on the futon.
"Tacchan... why on earth are ya cryin?"
Tatsuo poked his head out of the blanket to see Ryuji worriedly looking towards him. He looked almost angelic; his hair was in clumps of sweat that made the pieces form wavy blonde strips that gently fell on his face. He had already taken his windbreaker off, his chest now visibly clinging to a long sleeve shirt that was too tight on him.
"I'm just embarrassed, ugh... I'll be fine," Tatsuo muttered, rubbing the tears off his face. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He didn't dare to look up at Ryuji’s face. This was the last thing he wanted. He pinched himself hard hoping it'll somehow wake him from this nightmare-- but a few seconds passed and he was still there, humiliated.
The silence was too loud, Tatsuo wanted to scream. It didn't help that the damn toy was stilm up his ass, his dick half hard. He opened his mouth to say ANYTHING at this point to end this fiasco once and for all, until he heard Ryuji mutter something.
Tatsuo looked up and saw Ryuji looking away, his hand unsuccessfully covering his red face.
"Wh-what?" Tatsuo was now... confused.
"I said..." Ryuji let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes. He looked at Tatsuo, direct eye contact, his beet red face fully exposed. "I said I kind of liked what I saw, ya doofus."
Oh.
Oh!
Tatsuo was fully hard again.
"If-if you want to finish off what ya started there that's fine," Ryuji turned away from him and got up in one swift movement. "Sorry, I'm gonna shower--"
Tatsuo was now on autopilot, or more like dick-pilot. He sat up quickly and grabbed the edge of Ryuji’s shirt before he could walk away. He wasn't sure if this was the right move, but he felt that if he didn't say anything here, he would be rejecting an invitation.
Ryuji stopped dead in his tracks. He peered over his shoulder, still clearly blushing. "What?"
"Do you, um," Tatsuo's voice was shaking, but he gulped and composed himself. "Do you want to... like, help?"
Ryuji sat back down on the futon and leaned closer to Tatsuo. He was glaring at him and looking at him up and down, like he was picking a fight. Except he wasn't, since he was red down to his neck and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.
Tatsuo couldn't stand his intense gaze and silence. He noticed his own breathing was heavier which made the silence way more apparent. "Y-you don't have to if you don't want to, I mean I just thought if you liked what you saw then you'd want to, y'know, help a pal out or somethi-"
"I want to. If that's okay with you." Ryuji snuggled a bit closer to him.
Tatsuo was becoming breathless. "Then can you just kiss me already?"
With that, their lips touched, Ryuji approaching Tatsuo's lips softly and quickly. They parted briefly, but Tatsuo hungrily kissed Ryuji back, wrapping his arms on his shoulders as he desperately grabbed at his blonde hair. Ryuji made a low noise that vibrated through Shinadas lips and chest, making him too desperate to separate for air. He smelled like takoyaki, cologne, cigarettes, and a bit of BO which made Tatsuos hips twitch slightly.
Ryuji continued the kiss as he gently laid Tatsuo back onto the futon. The toy in his ass was now rubbing inside of him now that his back was on the futon, and with any minute movement in his hip, Tatsuo let out a soft whine.
As they kissed, Tatsuo felt Ryuji’s hand trace down his body slowly. His cold fingers softly grazed his nipple, sending a shiver down Tatsuo's spine. His erection was still under the blanket, waiting for Ryuji’s touch to approach.
Finally, Ryuji’s hand reached his hip, flipping the blanket aside to reveal Tatsuo's almost painfully hard cock. Just when he thought relief would come, Ryuji grazed the tip of his finger in the hair and thighs, dancing around the erection.
Tatsuo sighed. "Ryuji-kun," he whined. He couldn't believe how much he sounded like a girl in a porno. "Touch me already, you're killing me."
Ryuji grinned. "What happened to your manners?" He bit his lip as he massaged Tatsuo's inner thigh.
Tatsuo, his arms clinging to the back of Ryuji’s shirt desperately, let out a moan. He looked over at Ryuji, who was gazing at him in a trance-like state. His dark eyes were glossed over, and the scar on his parted lips wet with spit. Tatsuo was going to lose it. "Please... please touch me. Please...!"
Ryuji smirked, the scar on his lip wrinkling. "Good boy."
The sigh Tatsuo let out as Ryuji finished the first stroke around his cock was astronomical. His hand was rough, a little dry, and sturdy. It was better than anything he had imagined in his times jerking off by himself. They were long, slow strokes, squeezing tighter at the tip with his thumb.
Ryuji buried his head next to Tatsuo's, his lips grazing his ear making him shiver. "Ya think about me when ya jerk off? Hmm?"
The sudden sensation of air and vibration through his ear made Tatsuo whine, his grip on Ryuji’s back tighter. "Y-yeah," Tatsuo moaned. He didn't have the brain capacity for shame anymore. The weekly jerk off sessions were ALL about Ryuji. Whether it was imagining him fucking his ass or vice versa, it didn't matter. He just wanted to touch him, to feel him.
Ryuji chuckled, his low voice against Tatsuo's ear making him squirm and whine. Ryuji pressed his leg onto his, pinning Tatsuo down. The pace of the stokes became faster with every breath. "I think about ya everytime too." He moved closer to Tatsuo's ear and whispered: "I've wanted to touch you for so long."
"Fuck--" Tatsuo moaned, trying to squirm but Ryuji’s weight on him had him completely trapped. His attempt to move pressed the toy in his ass, making his abs twitch. The faster pace had him moaning and whining more, but it escalated to yelps as Ryuji's grip tightened.
"Ryuji-k-" Tatsuo was incapable of forming words, and all that came out of his mouth were nonsensical blabbing mixed with cries and moans. He couldn't believe a HANDJOB was making him break down like this.
Ryuji adjusted himself to look over Tatsuo, his eyes studying every inch of him. Just a few minutes ago, being precieved by him in this exposed state sounded like a nightmare, but now it was a euphoric fantasy that was coming true. "Damn," he said, breathing heavy. "You mind tellin me what else I do in your fantasies?"
"No I--" Tatsuo was interuppted by the electric pleasure of Ryuji focusing his fast, hard strokes on his tip. He squealed and grabbed at the pillow desperately. "You tease me and-- choke me--" he managed to blabber out between cries as Ryuji’s strokes became more punishing by the second.
Ryuji moved his lips back to Tatsuo's ear. His other hand gently massaged the sides of his throat, sending an electric pleasure down to his cock. "Like this?"
"Yea--h --" Tatsuo croaked out between moans. Ryuji let go of his gentle grasp on Tatsuo's throat and carressed sweat drenched hair away from his face. "So when you have that up your ass..." Ryuji glanced down, "you imagine me fucking you? Hmm?" "Yeah-- your c-cock I want it Ryuji-ku--n," Tatsuo was barely coherent, and he felt drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth. It was humiliating but considering the embarrassment he felt earlier that night, he felt like he had nothing to lose. Tatsuo was indulging in the warmth of pleasure in his abdomen, ready to explode.
"Fuck," Ryuji whispered. Tatsuo felt Ryuji grinding his hips against him as his hand fucked his cock loudly, the sound of squelching precum filling the room. Ryuji moaned before he kissed Tatsuo, both of their cries muffled as they aggressively bit and licked every inch of eachother’s lips. Tatsuo was at his limit, his cock harder and wetter than it had ever been. He broke the kiss, squirming and grabbing at Ryuji’s shirt. "I'm gonna cum," was all Tatsuo could repeat, his words slurred from the overwhelming pleasure.
Ryuji was glowing with sweat, his eyebrows knitted and his shiny mouth hanging open as he rubbed his crotch against Tatsuo's thigh. His large chest was heaving, his breasts clinging onto his tight shirt, showing every contour of his torso. "You drive me crazy," he moaned, staring directly into Tatsuo's eyes.
That sent Tatsuo over the edge-- mouth open in a silent scream and his body tight, his cock spilled cum all over his twitching stomach. His cries became audible again as Ryuji continued to stroke his overstimulated dick, milking out every ounce of cum that was in him. After letting go of his dick, Tatsuo breathed hard, his body twitching in the afterglow.
As he laid there, Tatsuo noticed that Ryuji crouched over him shivering with his face buried in Tatsuo's shoulder. Then he noticed his thigh-humping was gradually slowing, and he was gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles were white.
"Ryuji-kun did you... did you cum from humping...?"
"Shut up..!" he breathed as he twitched over him.
Tatsuo would have killed to see what kind of expression Ryuji was making, but he let him and himself silently swim in the euphoria.
"Ryuji-kun?" Tatsuo managed to say after what seemed like centuries of breathing harmoniously, almost to sleep.
"Hmm?" Ryuji lifted his head. He was still slightly red, his eyes glossed over and his hair a mess. He was so beautiful.
Tatsuo took a second to take in the middle aged man-princess before snapping out of it. "Can we maybe... " Tatsuo glanced away and brought the courage to look back at Ryuji, "...help each other out like this again?"
Ryuji gave him a warm smile. "Maybe next time, you can fullfill my fantasies." He winked, and Tatsuo's heart burst into a million colors. All he could do was kiss him.
Tatsuo didn't want to die.