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It was only seven in the morning, and while the citizens of Tokyo bathed joyfully in the crisp, refreshing autumn air, the case was different for our Ritsuka Uenoyama.
For him, it felt like a comet had brushed the surface of Earth and brought down a thousand-degree death to every living thing. That is to say, he was burning up. But for a good reason, he would say.
Here he was, standing like a lost duck beneath a tree just outside of his university, dressed in a white tee, black blazer and jeans—his most preferred fashion style since high school. Though, he had grown bold enough to add some…embellishments (credit to Kaji-san for hyping him up.) A small dove tattoo had appeared on the back of his right hand. His ears were now adorned by a pair of tiny black crosses. He had taken a liking to rings—very plain ones, monocoloured or silver bands mostly, except for one that stood out from the rest.
A cheap, plastic ring, complete with a cute sakura flower. A silly, impulse purchase from when he and Mafuyu visited a temple on New Years' Day. It did not fit with pretty much any of his possible getups, but he would not leave the house without it for any reason in the world.
Because it was a gentle reminder of his bond with Mafuyu.
It is a placeholder for now, of course. Ritsuka liked to entertain the idea of being able to slide a proper expensive ring onto Mafuyu’s finger one day. Something with a dazzling crystal, hand-picked from the myriad selections of a jewelry store in Shinjuku. He daydreamed about this so much that it had slowly become a goal for him to work towards.
Ritsuka sighed. Sometimes it alarmed him how intense his feelings toward Mafuyu were. His first time in love, and he was in deep, which was never not a cause for caution. But thanks to Mafuyu’s gentle guiding hand, and the occasional helpful input from the other lovebirds in his life, Ritsuka had been steadily treading the uncharted waters of passion.
Now, all of that sidetracking still failed to relieve Ritsuka of his burning anxiety, for the source of it was lying in his backpack, and for something so feather-light, it felt unnaturally heavy.
It is not too late to back out, he thought, hoping the presence of that option would calm him. And it did, albeit just barely. Alas, he wasn’t actually going to chicken out. The…thing…did shave off a noticeable sum from his savings, and between expenses for the band, hangouts with his hyperactive friends, and dates with Mafuyu, he really could not afford to waste anything. Besides, he had already worked up the courage to leave the house this morning with it in his backpack. So toughen up, Ritsuka.
A phone notification interrupted his incessant thoughts. Ritsuka fished his phone out of his pocket and smiled at the familiar photo of Kedama the Pomeranian, Mafuyu’s eternally unchanging WhatsApp profile picture.
Mafuyucchi: ‘i found a cat on my way there.’
This was followed by a stream of pictures of a fluffy black cat, taken at every possible angle.
Mafuyucchi: ‘so cute! sorry for being late though, im almost there.’
Ritsuka could almost shake at how adorable this was. No, in fact, he was shaking a little, and blushing too. Before he met Mafuyu, he didn’t know how earth-shattering it could be to receive frequent animal photos from a person just as cute as the subject of said photos. Now, he considered it a necessity in life.
After about five minutes of looking at Mafuyu’s messages, Ritsuka was finally graced with the voice he had been waiting so long to hear.
‘Uenoyamaaaa-kun!’
Ritsuka’s grin could not grow any wider when he caught sight of Mafuyu trotting up to him. Even from a distance, he could see sparkles in the redhead’s wide eyes. His smile was bigger than usual, shifting his delicate features in a way that made his face shine with happiness. This was not the first, nor tenth time he had seen this expression, but his fluttering heart didn’t think the same.
Mafuyu was in front of him now, and with the closeness came his distinct scent of powdered sugar and berries. Ritsuka was still as a statue as his brain attempted to take in every single detail of his boyfriend’s appearance today. His auburn hair, silk-smooth and smelling faintly of vanilla. His skin had a bright, healthy glow. A pink tinge on his lips. And oh, God, his outfit. Just a beige cropped tee with a cartoonish drawing of a coffee cup, slightly baggy, tucked into burgundy knee-length trousers.
Flustered as he was already, Mafuyu dealt the critical blow by presenting an eye-squinting smile and uttering a soft, sweet, ‘Uenoyama-kun!’
Fuck.
Ritsuka knew it was over when he felt a twitch beneath his underwear.
Just to be clear, this kind of outrageous reaction was not always the case. In fact, this was rarely the case! Ritsuka certainly prided himself on his self-restraint. Over time, he had learnt how not to lose his mind around Mafuyu. It was a tough process, but he was sure that he had built a resistance—no matter how feeble—to his boyfriend’s charms. No longer was he Clueless High School Student Ritsuka. He was now Very Experienced University Student Ritsuka, Who Is Also A Super Cool and Calm Boyfriend.
But to put it simply, all of his efforts would become null whenever his body decided to betray him. Now was a better time than ever, since it had been five days since Ritsuka bothered to…relieve himself, and his body was not having any more of it. He was never really the type to need release every day or anything like that…but circumstances have changed.
‘Uenoyama-kun. Are you alright?’ Mafuyu said, a hand sliding up on Ritsuka’s cheek. To make things worse, the boy leaned closer, the warmth of his lemon-tinged breath tickling his neck.
No. No!!!!
‘Yeah. Yeah, um.’ Ritsuka cleared his throat, carefully inching away while not letting Mafuyu’s hand slide off his face. ‘I was just thinking…you look amazing today, Mafuyu.’
The compliment earned a chuckle from Mafuyu. ‘Thank you,’ he said. ‘I had to look good today because I’m meeting you.’
Those words washed over Ritsuka like river water, calming his senses. Mafuyu speaking affectionately to him was one of the things he still had to get used to because the boy was only comfortable enough for it after a year of their relationship, which was why Ritsuka would always feel grateful whenever it happened.
Ritsuka took Mafuyu’s hand, intertwined their fingers, and lowered it.
Mafuyu raised his brows. ‘Oh. At school? Are you sure?’
‘I’m feeling especially in love today,’ Ritsuka said with a grin. Mafuyu blushed and gave the slightest dip of his head.
They walked into campus, hands still locked. Normally, this would not happen. Given’s rising popularity across many parts of Japan meant that reputation was of the essence. If they were to become an official couple, the media would make a minor scandal out of it. With enough bad luck, they could lose out on one too many live show offers or turned away by major record labels. No one in their band would ever risk that.
So, despite attending the same course at the same university, Ritsuka and Mafuyu were determined to spend as little time as possible together on campus. It helped that their timetables often clashed, which was only the nature of their different chosen subjects. Still, whenever they could, they would walk together. Sometimes, if there was no one around, they would hold hands. Ritsuka couldn’t say how Mafuyu felt in those moments, but for him, it was nigh intolerable. He wouldn’t simply admit this to his boyfriend, but all Ritsuka wanted to do was pin him against a tree, a wall, anywhere, and kiss him all over until either of them ran out of breath. Even if someone was watching, fuck it. Then they would know Mafuyu’s lips were his, and his alone.
Classes often started at nine, and since they were a little lucky this morning, the campus was almost empty, just as Ritsuka had hoped. The pair reached their favourite bench in the university square with no trouble. This was their preferred spot because it offered an ideal view of the lush tree garden that their university was famous for.
Once they had sat down, Ritsuka watched as Mafuyu took from his backpack a melon bread and held it out in front of him.
‘I know you haven’t eaten breakfast. Here,’ Mafuyu said, matter-of-factly.
It was no surprise that Ritsuka often left for school without eating first. This was nearly always the case in high school, but after he took his resolution to become as built as Kaji-san more seriously, Ritsuka had made sure to eat enough meals regularly. Though, he found it rather difficult to be consistent. Mafuyu had made a silent commitment to help him with this.
‘Thanks,’ Ritsuka said as he unwrapped the bread. The whiff of sugar and butter was heavenly. ‘How’d you know, though?’
‘It’s so early. Breakfast before eight isn’t a thing for you.’ Mafuyu smiled mischievously.
Ritsuka hummed in agreement as he quickly devoured the bread. Ever the perceptive one, his boyfriend was.
‘Actually,’ Mafuyu added, ‘it is too early for you.’
‘Hmm? Is that a jab at me?’
Mafuyu smiled. ‘Uenoyama-kun, your lazy ass likes to leave bed fifteen minutes before class. Even Haruki-san knows.’
Ritsuka almost choked on his food. So straightforward!! ‘He does??!’
Now came a laugh from the auburn-haired boy. ‘He didn’t even have to guess. He said you’re simply the type to do that.’
‘Damn it…He’s the one who’s always late for practice though,’ Ritsuka said in a feigned-angry tone.
‘Ahaha, well. He wasn’t criticising you. In fact, he admires you for it,’ Mafuyu said, laughing harder.
‘…Really?’
‘Yeah. I mean, studying was never a top priority for you, but you ended up graduating in the top ten of your class. Even now, you’re not doing half bad, are you?’
Ritsuka’s cheeks gained some colour. ‘Um. I suppose…’
‘Haruki-san said he had to really hustle just for above-average marks. So did Kaji-san. For the minimal effort you put in, your grades are really high. They said that means you’re super smart, Uenoyama-kun. And I agree,’ Mafuyu explained. For a second, it sounded like another jab, but Ritsuka knew full well by now that it was just Mafuyu being himself.
It was not an option to meet Mafuyu’s gaze. Ritsuka didn’t think his blush could deepen any further, and he sure couldn’t imagine what sort of reaction his body would assault him with if he turned to face the boy right now. Eyes pinned to a random crack on the concrete, all Ritsuka could focus on was the elation that Mafuyu’s compliment brought about. It wasn’t because the boy was stingy with his praise. For someone as…unfiltered as Mafuyu, every word of genuine adoration he uttered would have come straight from his heart.
If only he could store every compliment from Mafuyu in a box and keep it with him forever.
‘Anyways, Uenoyama-kun. Why’d you ask me out here at this hour?’
Finally, the question came. Ritsuka finished the bread in a rush and tossed the wrapper into a nearby recycling bin, taking advantage of the delay to work up a response. Of course, his brain wouldn’t comply.
He faced Mafuyu, who was wearing his confused puppy expression almost naturally. A part of Ritsuka hoped that the boy’s unprecedented intuition had caught onto something, or even saw through his intentions. That would save him some explaining. But Mafuyu seemed genuinely clueless.
Ritsuka connected their hands and leaned closer. ‘I haven’t seen you for five days. I really missed you,’ he said, knowing full well that was not all he had to tell him.
Mafuyu pursed his lips. ‘Couldn’t we have arranged a date or something, after school? What’s the point of meeting here and now?’
Goddamn it.
The knowledge of what was in his backpack reared its head again, taunting him. Ritsuka was on the precipice of embracing his wild, true intentions, but he just needed one last push.
‘I should admit…I really missed you a lot too, Uenoyama-kun. I thought about you all the time,’ Mafuyu said suddenly, the words sliding off of his tongue like nectar.
And that was the push. Or a shove, more like.
Ritsuka swallowed, feeling the prick of heat on his skin. He stood up, a hand still around Mafuyu’s, causing the latter to stand up as well.
‘Mafuyu,’ Ritsuka said, a bit too heavily. ‘Come with me.’
With the boy’s confirming nod and smile, Ritsuka led both of them into the Music building, which was one of the largest and most modern on campus.
As they entered the building, they were immediately serenaded by someone’s smooth rendition of Bach’s Double Violin Concerto in D minor. Ritsuka only knew because Mafuyu, for some reason, found it necessary to point that out.
‘That sounds very good to me,’ Mafuyu quietly mused. ‘Though, if Ugetsu-san were here, he would probably be livid.’
Ugetsu?? Did he really have to bring Ugetsu up? The slightest pang of jealousy sparked in Ritsuka’s gut, though it vanished as quickly as it came. Sure, Ugetsu was a different level of attractive and talented, and Mafuyu’s friendship with the man did plant seeds of concern in his mind sometimes. Considering how elusive that violinist was, Ritsuka couldn’t bring himself to trusting the man, even though Mafuyu had reassured him that Ugetsu harboured zero interest in bringing more drama into his life. Well, he sure didn’t trust Ugetsu, but he trusted Mafuyu completely. Him, and the bond they had forged together.
The pair quickly made their way to a rather closed-off section on the second floor, where a partition separated the main hallway from a smaller one, which led down to the restrooms. The décor here was very sleek and clean, as far as restroom décor went. It certainly stood out from most other lavatories on campus.
‘Ah, Uenoyama-kun,’ Mafuyu whispered. Ritsuka paused, turning to face him.
‘Isn’t this area staff-only? What if someone—’
Ritsuka scratched his neck. ‘Um. Well, that’s what I thought too, but I was told this is actually sort of a…secret spot for the postgraduates.’
Mafuyu’s eyes widened. ‘Really…’
‘Yeah. So, um…We should be safe. Don’t worry.’ Ritsuka made his best attempt at a reassuring smile. Mafuyu still looked a little unsure, but he gave him a nod of approval anyway.
The moment they entered the men’s restroom, Ritsuka’s heart started beating so fast that he was afraid Mafuyu could hear it. He felt relieved, at least, that the room was completely empty, with all the stall doors wide open. It looked and smelled clean in here, which was even better.
‘Did you…want to pee?’ Mafuyu asked plainly.
Ritsuka almost couldn’t believe it. Why did he have to choose this moment to be completely oblivious?
He gave Mafuyu a look, which bordered on desperate, hoping that he would understand. If he had to use his words, he might just implode from embarrassment. At the same time, he wanted to punch himself for this display of timidity. Really, Ritsuka, after two years of dating? How many times have you two done it already? Get over yourself, me!
‘Uenoyama-kun, you’re so red…’ Mafuyu cupped his hands around his cheeks, ‘…and hot too.’ He let slip the softest of chuckles. ‘You look so much like a tomato right now, under this lighting.’
Ritsuka gulped. Right now, they were so close that the tip of their noses almost brushed, so all he could smell and feel was Mafuyu. He was completely enraptured by those pink-tinged eyes, clear and sparkling like the sun-kissed surface of a lake. Nothing could quite beat this feeling. Mafuyu was here, locked in such a fervent gaze with only him. Ritsuka could never have enough.
Before Ritsuka’s brain could muster another thought, he had already pulled Mafuyu into his arms and connected their lips. One of his hands ran through the boy’s hair, while the other clumsily untucked his shirt. Mafuyu’s hands slid onto his shoulders, then clung to his neck.
They kissed, and kissed, and kissed. Every time their lips brushed and their tongues met, a tendril of flame coursed through Ritsuka’s body. Heat pooled quicker and quicker in the pit of his stomach, leaking down to his groin.
When Ritsuka’s fingers finally managed to get under Mafuyu’s shirt, they immediately went for his chest. The boy might look skinny at first glance, but beneath his clothes was a considerably toned body, and with age, his muscles had begun to gain definition.
‘Ah—Ueno—yama—’ Mafuyu whimpered in reaction to the rough fondling of his chest and nipples. Ritsuka tugged the boy’s hair, pushing those cute lips against his, so he could swallow up those moans. He was no good at this once upon a time, but now, his hands were moving on autopilot, knowing precisely what to do to excite his boyfriend.
The hardness straining painfully against his pants could hardly be ignored any longer. Ritsuka was also getting impatient. He wanted to move his hands to other places on Mafuyu’s body. Places that would make him squirm and beg.
Ritsuka playfully traced his fingers along Mafuyu’s spine, which was slowly collecting droplets of sweat. He moved downwards and slipped under the boy’s belt.
As he hoped, Mafuyu rolled his hips, like trying to guide his fingers where they both wanted them to be. But Ritsuka wasn’t feeling so generous just yet. He gripped one side of Mafuyu’s smooth, plump butt, and the sensation—as usual—was akin to grabbing a pillow. His fingertips danced just around the boy’s entrance but never moved close enough to touch.
Mafuyu’s hand closed around Ritsuka’s hair, pulling back so their lips would part. They spent a few seconds catching their breaths, trying to regain some calm. The heat within Ritsuka only rose, however, when he saw the brushes of pink on Mafuyu’s face. His brows were slightly furrowed, a tiny crease present on the bridge of his nose, and he was biting down on his lower lip. The expression that never failed to unravel him.
Too much. This is too much.
‘Stop teasing me, Ritsuka-kun,’ came a string of feeble words from Mafuyu, who seemed to grow a tiny bit more flustered from letting them out.
The first name drop was like a magic trigger, a spell. It was also, perhaps, an unspoken code of consent between the two. A word of permission. To put it bluntly, it was the off-switch on Ritsuka and Mafuyu’s self-restraint.
Ritsuka moved his hands away from Mafuyu, but only to lead him into the nearest stall. Once they were inside the cramped space, Ritsuka locked the door. In a series of swift, rushed motions, he shed the backpacks from their bodies, tossed them atop the toilet lid, and pinned Mafuyu against the wall. Their bodies were pressed against one another, meeting especially close at the hips, where they ground in sync. These movements were far from strange—very practiced, in fact.
Ritsuka’s lips made contact with Mafuyu’s jawline, then all of his neck, down to his collarbones. Somehow, in this haze of desire, he still remembered not to leave marks, though the idea was oh-so-tempting. At the same time, both of his hands wiggled beneath Mafuyu’s pants to squeeze and knead his asscheeks. He was moving fast and rough enough to overwhelm the smaller boy. The waves of skin-deep pleasure had Mafuyu tilt his head back, whimpering uncontrollably.
The very second Ritsuka’s finger rubbed against Mafuyu’s entrance, he was met with a wonderful response. Mafuyu’s hands, which were feeling up his neck and hair this whole time, closed into fists around his hair, fingertips digging into his scalp. An adorable yelp flew from Mafuyu’s mouth, just barely loud enough to raise a concern of being heard.
With every slight press and stretch, Ritsuka could tell Mafuyu was losing it more and more. His face was nuzzled against his shoulder in an attempt to muffle his whiny moans. His body squirmed and writhed with enough intensity that surprised Ritsuka. He hadn’t even pushed inside yet. Normally, Mafuyu was not quite this sensitive, but the past five long days apart must have worked its foul magic on both of them.
Not that Ritsuka was complaining. He was ready to tease Mafuyu like this for however long it took until the boy cracked and started pleading for release.
But Mafuyu seemed to have another idea.
He grabbed Ritsuka’s arms with surprising strength, considering how weak-kneed he looked, and pulled them out from beneath his clothes. If Ritsuka wanted to, he could easily have resisted, but he was not the type to ignore his boyfriend’s advances.
Mafuyu shot a playful glare at Ritsuka as he, with shocking precision and speed, unbuckled the taller boy’s belt, ripped it away, and undid the buttons and zipper. As Mafuyu tugged down his boyfriend’s jeans, he glanced in awe at what was waiting underneath: a throbbing, swollen bulge, stretching the dark fabric of its confines to the limit.
‘Missed it?’ Ritsuka murmured. A tiny voice in his brain responded in shock at what he’d just said, but his wiser instincts shoved the embarrassment away for later. Now, all he could—and wanted to—focus on was ravishing his gorgeous boyfriend.
Mafuyu spared him a brief look, almost incredulous, while blushing hard at the question. His response, rather than something verbal, was to yank down Ritsuka’s underwear with force. His painfully erect cock sprung free with enough force that it slapped against his stomach. A rope of precum dangled from the engorged tip, catching onto Mafuyu’s clothes.
The same thought ran through both of their minds: Oh…damn.
Ritsuka had rarely been this hard. The veins on his member were pumped so tightly full that he could blame his lightheadedness on the fact. Five days of pent-up sexual frustration really led to this? Looking at how his dick was twitching and swaying, along with his weighted-down testicles, Ritsuka was almost scared.
That was not the case for Mafuyu. He, in fact, looked ecstatic.
Mafuyu lowered onto his knees and took Ritsuka’s balls in one hand, massaging them with care. The other gripped the base of his cock, causing it to stiffen more. He licked all the way up the underside, lingering for a bit at the frenulum. Then, his lips closed over the glans briefly, as a tease, before he moved away and positioned his face beneath the shaft. He seemed to be admiring Ritsuka’s length, rubbing his cheek against the hardness with a hazy, sultry look in his eyes.
‘Ahhh, Ritsuka-kun,’ Mafuyu whispered, licking all over Ritsuka’s cock. ‘You’re so hard…and big—’
Saying Ritsuka was hypnotised by this sight was an understatement. It felt like his very soul was being ensnared and consumed by this beautiful human kneeling before him.
He was happy to stay in this moment for much longer, just admiring how sexy Mafuyu looked, but his body was taking over. The heat inside him was magma-hot, and it had filled up every possible crevice. His entire being was alight with scalding lust. Holding back just a second longer would drive him insane.
So Ritsuka found himself reaching down, twisting his fingers around Mafuyu’s auburn strands, and pulled just hard enough to elicit a faint wince from the boy.
‘Suck it,’ Ritsuka commanded, a low rumble in his voice.
Mafuyu’s momentary surprise rapidly turned into lewd excitement. He licked Ritsuka’s cock one more time, making sure it was slick with saliva, then smoothly took the entire thing in his mouth, down to the hilt. He screwed his eyes shut as his face pressed against Ritsuka’s pubes.
A shockwave of pure, unspeakable pleasure knocked stability out of Ritsuka’s knees. He threw his head and groaned loudly, ‘Fuuuck, Mafuyu. Fuck yes.’
Mafuyu’s tongue swirled and flicked with skill. The electrifying sensations, paired with the wet hotness of his mouth, the feeling of hitting the back of his throat, and the sound of choked-off moans sent Ritsuka into a different world. His grip around Mafuyu’s hair remained strong as he began guiding his head back and forth at a reasonable pace. Mafuyu dug his fingers hard into Ritsuka’s thighs to steady himself.
‘Oh my God, oh shit, Mafuyu, fuck.’ Ritsuka’s moans flowed endlessly from his lips, some of them just slurred words meshed together, incoherent and nonsensical, but he could not possibly stop.
Eventually, the air in Mafuyu’s lungs was running out, so he pulled away. As soon as he did, Ritsuka’s cock throbbed like crazy, as though upset about the sudden absence of pleasure.
Mafuyu aimed his face away to cough and clear his throat. Seeing this, Ritsuka’s rational, not-stupid-horny side kicked back into gear. He moved his hands to caress the redhead’s face.
‘Hey, are you okay?’ Ritsuka asked, concerned. ‘Was I too rough? Sorry—’
Mafuyu quickly shook his head. ‘No. No. I…’ he trailed off, a shy expression taking over his features. Then, he unfolded his knees so he was sitting on the floor, and positioned his head more comfortably between Ritsuka’s thighs. His hands nudged Ritsuka closer, while he pressed his back against the wall.
Hovering his tongue over Ritsuka’s erection, Mafuyu gazed up with pure lust in his eyes and said, ‘More…More of that. Please.’
Ritsuka heard something snap in his head, which he hoped wasn’t audible to anyone else.
‘Fucking hell,’ Ritsuka growled as he grabbed both sides of Mafuyu’s skull. The latter opened his mouth as wide as possible, welcoming him in.
He began moving his hips steadily, but not so hard that it would overwhelm Mafuyu. But soon enough, the hot breaths around his girth and the half-lidded, pleading eyes Mafuyu was giving him all became too much to bear.
Ritsuka pressed Mafuyu’s head against the wall and started face-fucking him. With every full thrust, he was enveloped by the boy’s tight, wet throat, and jolt after jolt of mind-numbing pleasure crashed through him like tidal waves. In spite of his gagging and whimpering, Mafuyu was very into what was happening, and gave his boyfriend no sign to stop.
As tears spilled from Mafuyu’s eyes, panic flared within Ritsuka. He pulled out, and Mafuyu gasped for air, clear fluid dribbling down his chin and neck.
‘Maf—Hmm!’
Ritsuka was intending to check on him, but Mafuyu clutched his hips and shoved his cock back in, squeezing a long moan out of him.
Now instead of gripping Mafuyu’s head, Ritsuka had to push his hands against the walls around him to maintain balance. Mafuyu had taken charge and was eagerly sucking him off at a speed that took Ritsuka by utter surprise. Pleasure hit him in violent tremors, causing white dots to bloom in his vision.
Mafuyu abruptly stopped while Ritsuka’s cock was fully inside, and exhaled. With his breath came a shaky, guttural moan that sent an incredible sensation through his erection, all the way up to his brain.
A grunt tore from Ritsuka’s throat as Mafuyu worked some magic with his tongue instead of sucking. He had never done this before. Whatever this new trick was, Ritsuka had no idea when, where, and how Mafuyu found out about it. All he knew was that it felt indescribable. If they were at home and not inside a toilet stall, Ritsuka probably would be having an out-of-body experience right now.
The relentless onslaught of pleasure was pushing him to the limit. Ritsuka knew he was close—just another minute and he would tip off the edge. While his craving for release was higher than ever before, he didn’t want to ruin his plan.
‘Hey, Mafuyu. Hey,’ Ritsuka managed. ‘Stop,’ he said, easing Mafuyu away from his cock. It was rock-hard and on fire, begging for one last bit of attention, but Ritsuka worked up all of his strength to ignore it.
‘S-something wrong?’ Mafuyu’s voice was hoarse.
‘No…I just…don’t wanna cum yet,’ Ritsuka murmured as he helped the boy to his feet. Mafuyu’s eyes lingered on his aching member as he stood up, looking almost sad, which almost made Ritsuka rethink things and abandon his restraint again.
‘Felt so good though, baby,’ Ritsuka felt the need to add before he leaned in to kiss Mafuyu. Their kiss was rushed, sloppy—both of them wanted to do other things instead of just kissing. Mafuyu took Ritsuka’s cock with both hands and caressed its length.
‘Inside…Ritsuka-kun,’ Mafuyu said in a shaky breath. He locked Ritsuka in a desperate, needy gaze. ‘I want you inside.’
God, help me. Ritsuka was truly perched on the very edge of his being, now. Certainly, on any other day, he would spin Mafuyu around, strip him naked, and fuck him senseless up against that wall. But he hadn’t been a mess of conflicting thoughts this entire morning for no reason.
It was time.
‘Not yet, baby,’ Ritsuka said, giving Mafuyu a peck of the lips. The latter furrowed his brows, looking somewhere between confused and annoyed.
Ritsuka unzipped his backpack and reached in. Here I go. He took out the item that had been plaguing his mind with worry since the moment it was delivered to him.
Mafuyu gasped. ‘Is that…a love egg?’
The question struck Ritsuka like a thunderclap. He KNOWS? Mafuyu Satou would KNOW what a love egg is??
It took Ritsuka a minute to unblock his throat. ‘Yeah. Um. I.’ He exhaled sharply before continuing, ‘Mafuyu. I was thinking…No, I was hoping you…’
‘Ritsuka-kun,’ Mafuyu whispered, ‘do you know what it does?’
Somehow, that offended him a little. ‘Yeah, 'course I do!’ Ritsuka responded, a little too loudly. ‘I’ve done my research.’
The gears in Mafuyu’s head were turning. He looked hesitant when he asked, ‘So…what do you want to do with it?’
That confused puppy look again. Ritsuka wasn’t sure what his brain wanted him to feel, perhaps a ridiculous mix of emotions, but he was damn certain that mortified was one of them. Mafuyu was staring at him like he had steam rising from the top of his head.
‘Tch.’
‘Ritsu—ah!’
Ritsuka, without a word, undid Mafuyu’s trousers and pulled them down as far as he could. Pastel blue boxers…Cute. Then, he grabbed the shorter boy’s waist and spun him around. Mafuyu’s hands slapped on the wall as he was pushed against it.
‘You know I’m not good with words, Mafuyu,’ Ritsuka said, lips brushing against Mafuyu’s ear. He could feel the boy shiver in response. ‘So I’ll try to be concise.’
‘Hmm—!’ Mafuyu moaned as Ritsuka kissed and licked his neck.
‘I want to put this inside you. And I want you to keep it in until we get home after class,’ Ritsuka breathed.
They weren’t facing each other, but the brief stillness of Mafuyu’s body gave away his shock. Mafuyu swallowed. Ritsuka slowed down his kisses as he waited for an answer.
‘This is…so unlike you, Ritsuka-kun.’
Ritsuka chuckled. ‘I know…I blame you, Mafuyu. I got this idea from thinking about you too much.’
He pressed his cock, which had not softened a single bit this whole time, against the fabric concealing Mafuyu’s hole. The response was a raspy whimper.
‘I know this might be a little too weird, so if you don’t like the idea…’ Ritsuka cooed, flicking his tongue against Mafuyu’s earlobe, ‘…I’m fine with fucking you silly right here and now, however you like it.’
Mafuyu flushed red as he weighed his options. Then came a squeaky: ‘I don’t…hate the idea…’
Yes. Is that a yes? It has to be. Yessssss.
‘You only have morning lectures today, right?’ came Ritsuka’s slurred question. He picked up the pace of his kisses again.
‘Ye—ah…’
‘And they’re course-wide, so we’re in the same ones…’
‘Hmph. You, ahnn, checked your timetable for once…’
Ritsuka huffed. ‘Cheeky boy.’ He gave Mafuyu’s ass a rough squeeze. ‘I’ve got the house to myself today, so…we can properly catch up there later.’
All Mafuyu could manage was a nod, and he kept his head low to hide his face. Ritsuka was a little relieved that he wasn’t the only one embarrassed out of his mind.
‘Alright, now…’ Ritsuka licked his lips as he tugged down Mafuyu’s boxers. His mind buzzed with excitement when he finally laid eyes on Mafuyu’s pink, hungry, twitching hole. The redhead arched his back, causing Ritsuka’s glans to briefly graze his entrance.
That split second of contact was enough to make Ritsuka want to crack. God, he wanted to give in to temptation so bad. Why’d his twisted brain have to think of this…edge-play thing? Why did he want his life to be so difficult? He made a mental note to never look up adult manga again, especially with clouded judgment.
Ritsuka reached into his backpack again. He’d come prepared today—with lube. He flicked the cap open and squeezed a generous amount on his fingers.
Mafuyu wiggled his butt. ‘Hurry…’ he whined.
Holy shit. This boy was surely trying to drive him crazy, and it was working.
Ritsuka poured some lube right on top of Mafuyu’s hole, which earned him a cute yelp. Tossing the bottle back in his bag, Ritsuka wasted no time and proceeded to work two fingers inside Mafuyu. With the lube, it was more than easy.
‘Ritsuka….!!’ Mafuyu cried out as Ritsuka began stirring up his insides. He curled and stretched his fingers, searching for Mafuyu’s favourite spot. It didn’t take much time at all for Ritsuka to locate it and press his fingers down with sudden force.
Mafuyu’s knees buckled while letting out a sweet gasp. The sound tugged a corner of Ritsuka’s lips upward. That response was always music to his ears.
‘Like that?’
Mafuyu dipped his head—barely a nod, but his contented noises were enough for an answer.
Ritsuka slid in a third finger and Mafuyu’s moans grew more intense. When he started driving his fingers in and out, faster and faster, Mafuyu’s control over his body and voice faltered. Ritsuka thought he was moving quick enough, but the way Mafuyu was furiously rocking his hips suggested that he was more cock-drunk than he’d expected. Which was really, really fucking hot.
One of Mafuyu’s hands slid down to his swinging erection, intending to give it some relief, but Ritsuka snatched his wrist before he could do that.
‘Ah…!’ Mafuyu made a noise in protest.
Ritsuka leaned in and kissed his cheek. ‘No touching yourself today. That’s a rule.’
‘Ritsuka…so…ah…mean…ahh!’
For some reason, Ritsuka was feeling awesome pleasure from just the sensation of Mafuyu’s walls squeezing his fingers. If this was his level of sensitivity today, he didn’t want to think of how long he’d last inside him. Mafuyu would never let him live it down if he couldn’t go for a minute.
After a while of finger-fucking Mafuyu, and savouring the boy’s needy cries of Ritsuka, please, Ritsuka, faster, Ritsuka pulled out. His fingers left Mafuyu’s tight hole with an audible pop, dragging strings of fluid with them.
Not even a second later, Ritsuka pushed the love egg inside, navigating it in a way that he hoped would allow it to grind against Mafuyu’s prostate. The string, finished with a pink ring at the end, was a cute touch. It looked like a little tail when Mafuyu moved.
Ritsuka nuzzled the nape of Mafuyu’s neck, inhaled his scent, and gave him a kiss there. ‘Mafuyu, we’re done for now,’ he said.
Mafuyu turned around, refusing to meet Ritsuka’s eyes out of embarrassment. Ritsuka smiled and helped him redress with his clean hand. Once that was done, Mafuyu tried to do the same for him, but there was an issue.
His cock, though having finally lost a fraction of its hardness, was not going to fit back in.
Ritsuka silently cursed himself for not having worn track pants today instead.
‘Uh—uhm. Ritsuka-kun…’ Mafuyu gulped, eyes still glued to anywhere but his boyfriend’s face. ‘Are you sure you don’t need to…uhm…cum?’
Oh, his body sure would love nothing more.
‘It’s only fair that I don’t get to cum,’ Ritsuka murmured, nudging Mafuyu’s chin with his knuckles so he would finally face him, ‘especially with what I’m about to put you through.’
Mafuyu gave him a frown that was more adorable than serious.
Ritsuka smiled mischievously as he, at last, presented his boyfriend with the device that would be responsible for his ‘torture’: a small, heart-shaped remote control with five buttons. One for each setting.
Ritsuka clicked the second button. Mafuyu widened his eyes and slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle an odd sound. Looking at how the redhead immediately squished his legs together and bent his back, Ritsuka felt somewhat proud of his idea. Maybe a little cruel, too, as he had already begun to imagine Mafuyu’s reaction when he put the vibrator on maximum intensity.
Ritsuka brushed Mafuyu’s cheek, giving it a little pinch while he was at it. ‘Hey, you okay?’ he asked. ‘Tell me if it’s making you uncomfortable, even if just a little.’
Mafuyu smiled shyly. ‘No, it…it feels good…’
‘Yeah?’ Ritsuka waved the remote in front of Mafuyu, grinning. ‘Want me to put it on level three, then?’
Mafuyu abruptly grabbed Ritsuka’s cock while shooting him a frigid look. Ritsuka held a breath, shivering from the chill that just slithered down his spine.
With a sly expression that came out of nowhere, Mafuyu brushed and rubbed along his length, causing it to fully harden again. To make matters worse, the boy put his lips against Ritsuka’s ear and whispered in a low, husky tone, ‘Good luck getting it back down.’
Mafuyu snatched his backpack and pulled away. He exited the stall, swinging the bag over his shoulder. Ritsuka couldn’t help but appreciate how well he was masking the pleasure from the toy nestled deep in his ass. Maybe he would take it up a notch.
‘I’ll save a seat for you, Uenoyama-kun. Don’t be late for the lecture,’ Mafuyu said sweetly, feigning complete innocence.
Ritsuka stifled a laugh. ‘Sure,’ he replied.
After Mafuyu left, Ritsuka closed the door and sat down atop the toilet lid. His relentless erection stared up at him mockingly.
It was warm in here, and still full of Mafuyu’s scent. Ritsuka sighed. It would take him a while to calm his body down, especially when he could only hear Mafuyu’s sugary voice echoing in his head. He was going to be late, wasn’t he?
Ah, it didn’t really matter. He had no qualms with allowing Mafuyu his brief moment of victory. There were many hours left in the day to get back at him…and more. Their little game had only just begun.