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“He’s cute, isn't he?” The hand on Akemi’s neck crept itself up, burrowing in at the crown of his head, and wrapping around him like the calm of the voice below him. Tempered and even, just as its speaker had been all afternoon.
“I mean–” It would be an offense to admit that to his partner’s face, wouldn’t it? Especially when he was being awfully civil about everything.
“Don’t pretend you don’t think so.”
Akemi’s cheeks puffed into a pout, his eyes watching the hooded eyes below him for any sign of betrayal. They stayed focused on him, welcoming him to dive in and settle into the safety they promised.
That couldn’t be right, because Minami was right; Akemi did think so.
And Minami caught him thinking so.
With how hot it was, Akemi supposes he lost himself a bit.
That classmate of his needed to unbutton the top three buttons of his shirt.
It shouldnt have been so alluring, the way the the bottom of his hair snaked around the front, pooled and plastered against his clavicle. Anything that wasn’t stuck was pinned down by the braided necklace her usually kept so well hidden.
“Don’t lie to me. I know you have a good eye.” Minami’s fingers roved up and down the column of the back of Akemi’s head.
Akemi’s shoulders drooped, and he looked off to the side, refusing to incriminate himself.
He said his hair used to be longer but he chopped it off himself.
Minami’s fingers played with the small hairs on the base of his neck.
Longer hair always looked so good on guys, especially when they took care of it (which his classmate very obviously did).
Minami breathed out something small, almost akin to a laugh.
Better than any girl could.
Akemi felt the weight of his back hunch him in a little more.
He was hot.
Cute, too. Especially when he scrunched his nose up at any teasing. He got so bashful, stammering while trying to come up with a good comeback.
“He is, but,” Akemi was insistent on fighting a battle that wasn’t there. Fighting to prove that, well, Minami’s face was more his type.
Minami’s personality was…
Minami…
“Do you think he’d look better on his knees or his back?” There was nothing sinister on that face. Nothing felt like a trap, at least, not the kind Akemi would have expected.
His voice lulled him in, as honest as ever. As turned on as usual. No anger. No jealousy.
There was no promise of consequence. Minami couldn’t hide something like that this well, so this had to be something different… That voice dipped itself low, becoming husky…A flirt with such weird words.
Akemi scowled, chastising a lazy smile.
“Hey! Don’t be unfair! You know you’d be responsible if I answered that honestly.” This was something different, and yet, his defenses, very obviously superficial, were barely beginning to crumble.
To keep them up, it gave him a bit of time, because, while Akemi wasn’t shy or shielded from cucking or cheating, he could never say he ever indulged in those things himself. Sure, he’d seen a couple things here and there, and heard a few boasts around the grapevine, but his thoughts never quite went that far. “Not that I have an answer in the first place.
Looking is different from sampling and way, way different from buying.
“I know.” Minami laughed. What exactly is he up to? “Think about it then.”
Minami’s nails lightly trailed up and down Akemi’s scalp. His other hand pressing a palm against the inner of his back and smoothing against his hip, relaxing Akemi and slipping his full weight lower, which rose back up the moment the hand went left to caress some other area.
“You’re so tense, Akemi-kun. It’s so unlike you.”
And looking back, in a retrospect preserved so well it might as well have happened yesterday, that was the moment it all broke apart. Akemi was sure of it.
There was no escape from that present. His heart was trapped in it. He was knee-deep in quicksand and the gates below him snapped open.
“Are you just trying to ask if I want a blow job or missionary?” Nothing he could have said would changed the fact. Nothing would take them back, because Minami didn’t want them to stay there.
“You’re too clever, Akemi-kun. Way too imaginative.” Minami yanked Akemi down, hooking one leg around his back. “Because that’s not what I’m asking.”
Quick sand. Trap door.
Spider’s web or bear trap.
It didn’t matter what he likened it to.
The hand trailed down his head, cupping the side of Akemi’s neck. Without any force, Akemi’s ear was tilted and guided closer to Minami’s whispers.
“Sometimes, when we’re doing it, I imagine that you’re Akikawa.” The ends of Minami’s hair fell off the pillow and up the edge as he shifted his face to meet the side of Akemi’s. “You’re thicker and you don’t have his strength,”
From the corner of his eyes, Akemi was struck by Minami’s smug face, as his breath panted lightly to match. Those glassy, dark eyes had Akemi’s tongue pressed against his palate, stopping his breath as if it were a solid.
“But it’s fun to pretend.” Minami’s eyes seemed wickeder. The sadistic pleasure of a spider wrapping its victim. “So let me return the favor, Akemi-kun. Reward you for being such a good sport.”
Yet Akemi wasn’t prey.
The tables were turned. It was obvious, now, the nature of this bait and switch.
Anyone would have startled. Logically, Akemi’s head should have been spinning, racing to figure out what their relationship meant now. What happened to the year previous to this moment? How long had this thought been running in Minami's head?
He should have been seething in jealousy.
Yanking himself back, hurt and wounded.
He should have been outraged.
Yet Akemi took it in as normal, as normal as the breath he allowed back into his lungs. If there was any surprise on his face, it’d have left by now, replaced by the small workings of his usual smile.
All the touching and kissing they had been doing earlier left a warmth that settled down his body and in his thighs and hips, dancing along his pelvis. Everything Minami said left him static. He can’t say this was spurring him forward, but… he also can’t say he was turned off.
His shoulders relaxed as Minami’s hand repositioned itself in its own hold, and the smile he holstered drew to be its usual cheery mark.
“Such a good boy.” Minami’s tongue followed the heady breath he let out. A shaky sigh, seemingly genuine but perfect bait to Akemi’s desires as Minami licked at the sensitive top of his earlobe.
Minami’s hand traced along his jaw, bringing Akemi’s lips to his. With a kiss, Minami drew him down with him.