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[team three] Rouge
Hello friends! ♥ I'm totally cheating because I've been working on this fic for a while & there was no way I could put it out of my head long enough to write something else for shiritori, so, uh, surprise!
This fic is named Rouge for a reason. It assumes that you know the lyrics to Fuma's solo of the same name. There is, however, no actual infidelity.
Edit: This is also on AO3 because half the time with LJ these days, I click the cut & nothing happens :c
Whimpering and whining about work has never been Fuma's style, but right now, he feels he could work up a fit with the rest of them. He's exhausted and feels like he's in desperate need of about 48 hours of sleep - or, at least, just a break - but there's work to be done for university, too, and at least he has Kento to keep him awake. They're sprawled out on the floor of Kento's room, Fuma's head pillowed on Kento's stomach, ostensibly reading for an assignment but in reality staring blankly at the same page as though hoping the words will miraculously be absorbed through his eyes. He has so little time to spend alone with Kento these days that trying to multitask seems like a waste, but Kento had insisted that he not fall behind and Fuma knows he's right, if not slightly unfair.
"Hey," Kento says casually, and Fuma looks over at him inquisitively.
"Yeah?"
"Did you see the mark on Juri's shoulder?"
"You mean the one in the shape of someone's mouth?"
"Yeah-- I mean, wait, do you-- is he into that kind of thing?"
"I guess so. Why?"
"It just seems... I don't know. Extreme?"
"That's because Juri's a freak."
Fuma casually turns the page as though he's finished with it - he'll definitely have to remember to read back later - and then closes the book, yawning and stretching. The movement causes his shirt to ride up and Kento trails his fingers over the exposed skin, smiling when Fuma shivers at the unexpected contact.
"And you're not?"
"Not like he is. Or like you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I already know what you like, Nakajima."
"We've never talked about anything like this!"
"You're easy."
Fuma tosses the closed book to the side and grabs Kento's hips in one swift motion, pulling him underneath his body and pinning him down with his arms on either side of Kento's head. Kento stares up at him with wide eyes and Fuma smiles, leaning down so low that the hair falling into his face ghosts across Kento's skin. Kento shudders and tries to shift his position, but Fuma immediately pounds his fist into the mattress and Kento stops moving immediately, breath coming in short pants as he meets Fuma's gaze and then looks away, a bit embarrassed.
"I can do this against the wall if you want, but I thought this way might save us the effort of getting up."
"Okay, okay," Kento hisses. "I'm easy."
Fuma laughs and rolls off to lie beside him, resting his head on Kento's shoulder.
"Too easy."
"So... what about you?"
"What about me?"
"There must be something."
"There's nothing."
"It's not fair if you know mine and I don't know yours!"
"Alright, alright, stop pouting, it's gross!" Kento grins triumphantly and Fuma rolls his eyes before continuing. "Listen... I don't want to freak you out. It's not something I would ever actually do. But... have you ever thought about... being with someone who already belongs to someone else?"
"You mean like... cheating?"
"I guess... cheating, having an affair, that sort of thing. I mean, when it happens for real, it's disgusting, but just the idea of it... it's so intense, because that person is only yours for a little while... and it's exciting, because you know it's wrong and you know you could get caught, and..."
"... And it makes you hot, huh?"
"Yeah." Kento laughs softly and Fuma cranes his neck to frown up at him, frowning at him and pouting exaggeratedly. "Hey! Don't mock my private thoughts!"
"I'm not. It's just so you, in a way. Come here."
Kento lowers his head and Fuma meets him halfway, lets Kento kiss him soft and deep until he needs to catch his breath. Fuma can feel his own heart racing from the combined exhilaration and fear of his confession and Kento is holding him so close that he can feel Kento's heart pounding - whether it's just from the kiss or because he's a little turned on by Fuma's words is unclear. Kento doesn't usually kiss him quite like this, though, as though he wants to be able to taste Fuma on his tongue even after he pulls away, and that alone is a sign that Fuma's admission has affected him, too.
"Fuma..."
"Hmm?"
"... You want to try it?"
"Try-- oh. How?"
"We can pretend, right?"
"I don't think it works that way."
"Let's try." Kento shifts until he's on his back and pulls Fuma on top of him to straddle his hips. Fuma blinks down at him as though wondering if he's joking, but Kento heads him off before he can ask. "I really want to."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I... want to see how you'd act, how you'd touch me, what you'd say to me... if you thought I was going to leave. Because... when I think about it now, you're just so... it's so... it's really... exciting."
"I wish I had told you about it a long time ago, then," Fuma responds, taking Kento's face in his hands and kissing him the way Kento had kissed him earlier, tracing Kento's lips with his tongue and panting into his mouth. Kento's fingers skim down Fuma's sides to the waistband of his pants and Fuma lets Kento push them down off his hips. Kento reaches for Fuma's cock and draws it out slowly, stroking until Fuma reaches down to still his movements.
"No?"
"If we only do this once, I want it to last."
Fuma's sweatshirt is half-open, hanging off of one exposed shoulder, and Kento sneaks a hand inside, feeling the heat of his body and the sharp angles under his skin. Every time Fuma shifts his position, his cock nudges Kento's, and it's maddening and delicious and everything Kento wants. He lets Fuma strip him, peeling off his clothes as though he's peeling back all the layers Kento hides behind, and Kento loves him like this, loves how Fuma makes him feel safe even when he's divested of every stitch and every secret. There are things that only he knows about Fuma, too, the way he gasps Kento's name, the sweetness that cuts even his roughest kisses, the way his hair falls when he throws his head back. It's a good thing this is all a game, really, because Kento isn't sure what he'd do to anyone who tried to take those things for themselves. He watches Fuma's face as he gets him out of his clothes as well, watches his eyes darken and his cheeks flush, and he almost can't keep himself still.
"Boyfriend or girlfriend?" Fuma asks, his tongue licking a slow trail down Kento's neck, and Kento shivers.
"Boyfriend."
"Mm, trying to make me even more jealous, then." Fuma nips at his neck and Kento nearly shouts, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to silence himself.
"Fuma..."
"So responsive..."
"I'll be more responsive if you just get to it."
Fuma laughs at that, calmly returning to his neck to suck at a spot he seems to particularly like, and Kento bites his tongue, letting his eyes fall shut and enjoying the feeling of Fuma's mouth on him. There's no point in rushing Fuma when he's like this, when he wants to watch Kento slowly come apart for him. Fuma's hands are exploring every inch they can reach, fingernails dragging behind his palms and leaving tiny shivers of pleasure in their wake.
"Probably for the best if I do, huh... so that I can work you up properly before I give you back."
Kento's mouth falls open in a silent moan and Fuma reaches for the lube with one final kiss to Kento's neck.
"You should... you should wear--"
"I'm not going to wear one. I never will. You make him wear them, not me. When I have you, I want you to feel it."
Kento sighs, relieved, and lets Fuma kiss him as he works his fingers inside him. It's easy enough - Kento likes it and lets Fuma do it often, to say nothing of all the times he's done it to himself - but it's somehow more thrilling like this, with Fuma kissing him so intently, staring at him with eyes that nearly burn him, completely absorbed in him as though his world has been reduced to expand no further than the edges of this bed.
He cries out in surprise when Fuma's fingers slip deeper, right over the place where he's most sensitive, and throws an arm over his eyes, panting and jerking and moaning short and sharp when Fuma continues to prod him there, watching him as he nearly convulses. Fuma's free hand pulls his arm down, gently lifting Kento's chin so that their gazes meet, and Fuma lowers his head to murmur into Kento's ear as he coaxes him to spread his legs wider.
"You need this..."
"Yes... it's no use if it's not you, it's not good enough... it has to be you..."
Fuma pulls his fingers back, slicks his cock and positions it at Kento's entrance. He hovers over him, hands on either side of Kento's head just as they had been earlier, and he leans down slowly, further and further until their lips are barely brushing before he pushes inside. Kento sucks in a breath, the sound almost strangled, and Fuma's lips curve against his. Fuma enters him so slowly that Kento can feel all of it, every inch of him, and when he's fully inside, Fuma kisses over Kento's cheek and back to his ear as Kento writhes on his cock.
"You're mine," Fuma whispers, punctuating that statement with a thrust of his hips and a gentle bite to Kento's ear that has Kento gasping beneath him. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that even when you go back to him, you'll feel me inside you and you'll remember who you belong with." His lips trail back down to Kento's neck and he bites down again, harder than before, hard enough to leave a mark this time.
"Fuma... how am I going to explain it if you--"
"I don't care," Fuma replies, and Kento arches up against him, tilting his head back and letting Fuma mark him. He's nearly positive he'll have a bruise tomorrow, a reminder of this, something that will have to be covered, but he finds that he doesn't care at all, that he would gladly accept a permanent mark if it meant that he could always have Fuma with him like this.
"Anything you want," Kento says, his voice shaky, and Fuma groans, reaching for his hands and pinning both of them above his head as he thrusts. Kento can feel Fuma's full weight on his body and it makes him want more, makes him want to take it harder.
"Anything I want? Then leave him. Stay with me."
"I can't..."
Fuma's rhythm falters and Kento opens his eyes to find Fuma staring down at him. He seems half-confused, half-distressed, and Kento's heart sinks as he assumes they've taken this too far and Fuma has forgotten that it's only a game. As seconds pass, Fuma stops moving entirely, still inside Kento but completely still, and when Kento raises a hand to touch his face Fuma blinks in surprise as though he's forgotten Kento is really there.
"Fuma... are you alright?"
"Yeah... I... I don't know what happened... shit..."
Fuma sounds as though he's near tears and Kento squeezes his hand. He knows how easily and strongly Fuma feels things, and how hard he tries to hide it; the fact that Fuma is showing him this face makes Kento's heart ache for him.
"Let's stop, okay?"
Kento doesn't receive a verbal response to that, only a nod, and then Fuma's pulling out of him, curling up beside him. Kento holds him as close as he can, strokes his hair and whispers to him until Fuma exhales shakily and scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry--"
"You don't have to--"
"--I just... I'm so fucking scared sometimes."
"Scared of what?"
"Of losing this. You. Everything. It's not that I feel insecure - or maybe it is, but it isn't about you, it's that - how can we really feel secure about anything anymore, Kento? Either of us? The second we start feeling okay, like we're safe, like we have something good, it's snatched away, and it hurts, and if I lose you on top of everything else, I - that can't happen. I can't do this by myself. I need you."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not always there for you. I try so hard to deal with things on my own and I don't take care of you, and I should. Sometimes it hurts less if I shut people out, but that's not fair. I'm trying to let people get close again, but you... you're not just close, you're under my skin. There is no Kento without Fuma anymore."
"You'd better mean that, you cheesy ass," Fuma replies, half-laughing and half-tearful as he shoves at Kento's shoulder. Kento pulls him into an embrace and presses a kiss to his temple.
"I mean it," he whispers, the faintest tone of vulnerability and uncertainty audible underneath it, and Fuma leans in to kiss it away.
"I'm sorry. I ruined the mood, didn't I?"
"I'm pretty sure we can get it back."
"I... will you..."
Fuma doesn't need to voice the rest of his request; Kento already knows what he's asking for and nudges him to lie on his back as he reaches for the lubricant Fuma had set aside earlier. Kento prepares him slowly, working him open one slick finger at a time, until Fuma's knees are trembling and his heels ache from digging them into the mattress. Kento's fingertips find a good spot and Fuma gasps, biting his lip to keep quiet and staring up at Kento helplessly, as though he wants to ask for more and tell him it's enough all at the same time.
"Kento..."
"Yeah?"
"Does it feel strange? That I didn't finish it?"
"A bit... when you do it like that... I really do feel it for a while... you know?"
"Mm... remind me."
Kento growls at that, withdraws his fingers and spreads Fuma's thighs apart, staring down at him in a way that makes Fuma feel thoroughly fucked before Kento even enters him. Fuma feels the head of Kento's cock slick against his skin and he takes a deep breath, not even able to inhale fully before it's filling him completely. Fuma's eyes meet Kento's and that's all the invitation Kento needs. His hips snap forward against Fuma's and Fuma gasps, letting his eyes fall half-shut as Kento groans above him, working for a good angle. He knows he has it when Fuma cries out and his body tenses; Kento holds him in place and works that spot mercilessly until Fuma is nearly unable to speak.
"I'm... please..."
Kento grins at that, keeps thrusting and waits for Fuma to make the desperate sound he loves so much, the one that means he's close. Fuma wraps his legs around Kento's waist, pulling him closer and deeper, and when he locks his ankles over Kento's back, Kento sweeps his hands over the newly-exposed skin over Fuma's ass and the backs of his thighs.
"You're beautiful like this," Kento whispers to him, and Fuma doesn't reply, but turns his head closer to hear him better. "You belong to me like this. You are the only thing I am going to think about for the next two days, and when I have you again next week, I am going to take you and let you take me until neither of us can walk."
"What about him... ?"
"What about him? Fuma... I'm so obsessed with you I don't even see him... all I see is you... your face when he fucks me, your hands when he touches me... I get myself off while he's asleep next to me and I don't bother waking him up because what I want is you and nothing he could give me would be good enough--"
"Oh my God--"
"-- I'll let you fuck me in our bed, right where he sleeps, I'll let you mess me up any way you want and I don't even care if he walks in and sees it because all he'll see is the truth, that I'm yours--"
"-- Kento!"
"-- and every single part of you belongs to me."
Kento slides his hands up Fuma's sides, his thumbs following the lines of his body until he reaches Fuma's nipples, caressing them in wide circles until they harden under his touch. Kento takes one between his thumb and forefinger, watches Fuma's face, and pinches it quickly, smiling when Fuma's back arches up into his hands and he nearly keens. He repeats the same action on the other, this time leaning down to flick his tongue over it as he tweaks it, and Fuma can't hold back anymore, can't resist any longer. Kento wraps a hand around his cock just in time for Fuma to spurt all over his fingers and stomach, shaking from the force of it. Kento is barely able to let him finish before he loses it himself, gasping as he feels himself let go and rubbing Fuma's swollen nipples with sticky fingers so that he can watch him shudder as he rides it out. He rests his lips against Fuma's forehead when he's finished, too exhausted to call it a kiss, but the desire to be close to him is so strong that Kento can't possibly separate from him.
"Oh my God," Fuma repeats, voice much weaker now than it had been moments earlier.
"Was it okay?"
"If I ever want something like this again, I'm telling you immediately next time."
Kento laughs tiredly and reaches for Fuma's hand, intertwining their fingers and gently running his thumb over the backs of Fuma's knuckles. He really, really hopes there is a next time.
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This fic is named Rouge for a reason. It assumes that you know the lyrics to Fuma's solo of the same name. There is, however, no actual infidelity.
Edit: This is also on AO3 because half the time with LJ these days, I click the cut & nothing happens :c
Whimpering and whining about work has never been Fuma's style, but right now, he feels he could work up a fit with the rest of them. He's exhausted and feels like he's in desperate need of about 48 hours of sleep - or, at least, just a break - but there's work to be done for university, too, and at least he has Kento to keep him awake. They're sprawled out on the floor of Kento's room, Fuma's head pillowed on Kento's stomach, ostensibly reading for an assignment but in reality staring blankly at the same page as though hoping the words will miraculously be absorbed through his eyes. He has so little time to spend alone with Kento these days that trying to multitask seems like a waste, but Kento had insisted that he not fall behind and Fuma knows he's right, if not slightly unfair.
"Hey," Kento says casually, and Fuma looks over at him inquisitively.
"Yeah?"
"Did you see the mark on Juri's shoulder?"
"You mean the one in the shape of someone's mouth?"
"Yeah-- I mean, wait, do you-- is he into that kind of thing?"
"I guess so. Why?"
"It just seems... I don't know. Extreme?"
"That's because Juri's a freak."
Fuma casually turns the page as though he's finished with it - he'll definitely have to remember to read back later - and then closes the book, yawning and stretching. The movement causes his shirt to ride up and Kento trails his fingers over the exposed skin, smiling when Fuma shivers at the unexpected contact.
"And you're not?"
"Not like he is. Or like you are."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I already know what you like, Nakajima."
"We've never talked about anything like this!"
"You're easy."
Fuma tosses the closed book to the side and grabs Kento's hips in one swift motion, pulling him underneath his body and pinning him down with his arms on either side of Kento's head. Kento stares up at him with wide eyes and Fuma smiles, leaning down so low that the hair falling into his face ghosts across Kento's skin. Kento shudders and tries to shift his position, but Fuma immediately pounds his fist into the mattress and Kento stops moving immediately, breath coming in short pants as he meets Fuma's gaze and then looks away, a bit embarrassed.
"I can do this against the wall if you want, but I thought this way might save us the effort of getting up."
"Okay, okay," Kento hisses. "I'm easy."
Fuma laughs and rolls off to lie beside him, resting his head on Kento's shoulder.
"Too easy."
"So... what about you?"
"What about me?"
"There must be something."
"There's nothing."
"It's not fair if you know mine and I don't know yours!"
"Alright, alright, stop pouting, it's gross!" Kento grins triumphantly and Fuma rolls his eyes before continuing. "Listen... I don't want to freak you out. It's not something I would ever actually do. But... have you ever thought about... being with someone who already belongs to someone else?"
"You mean like... cheating?"
"I guess... cheating, having an affair, that sort of thing. I mean, when it happens for real, it's disgusting, but just the idea of it... it's so intense, because that person is only yours for a little while... and it's exciting, because you know it's wrong and you know you could get caught, and..."
"... And it makes you hot, huh?"
"Yeah." Kento laughs softly and Fuma cranes his neck to frown up at him, frowning at him and pouting exaggeratedly. "Hey! Don't mock my private thoughts!"
"I'm not. It's just so you, in a way. Come here."
Kento lowers his head and Fuma meets him halfway, lets Kento kiss him soft and deep until he needs to catch his breath. Fuma can feel his own heart racing from the combined exhilaration and fear of his confession and Kento is holding him so close that he can feel Kento's heart pounding - whether it's just from the kiss or because he's a little turned on by Fuma's words is unclear. Kento doesn't usually kiss him quite like this, though, as though he wants to be able to taste Fuma on his tongue even after he pulls away, and that alone is a sign that Fuma's admission has affected him, too.
"Fuma..."
"Hmm?"
"... You want to try it?"
"Try-- oh. How?"
"We can pretend, right?"
"I don't think it works that way."
"Let's try." Kento shifts until he's on his back and pulls Fuma on top of him to straddle his hips. Fuma blinks down at him as though wondering if he's joking, but Kento heads him off before he can ask. "I really want to."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah. I... want to see how you'd act, how you'd touch me, what you'd say to me... if you thought I was going to leave. Because... when I think about it now, you're just so... it's so... it's really... exciting."
"I wish I had told you about it a long time ago, then," Fuma responds, taking Kento's face in his hands and kissing him the way Kento had kissed him earlier, tracing Kento's lips with his tongue and panting into his mouth. Kento's fingers skim down Fuma's sides to the waistband of his pants and Fuma lets Kento push them down off his hips. Kento reaches for Fuma's cock and draws it out slowly, stroking until Fuma reaches down to still his movements.
"No?"
"If we only do this once, I want it to last."
Fuma's sweatshirt is half-open, hanging off of one exposed shoulder, and Kento sneaks a hand inside, feeling the heat of his body and the sharp angles under his skin. Every time Fuma shifts his position, his cock nudges Kento's, and it's maddening and delicious and everything Kento wants. He lets Fuma strip him, peeling off his clothes as though he's peeling back all the layers Kento hides behind, and Kento loves him like this, loves how Fuma makes him feel safe even when he's divested of every stitch and every secret. There are things that only he knows about Fuma, too, the way he gasps Kento's name, the sweetness that cuts even his roughest kisses, the way his hair falls when he throws his head back. It's a good thing this is all a game, really, because Kento isn't sure what he'd do to anyone who tried to take those things for themselves. He watches Fuma's face as he gets him out of his clothes as well, watches his eyes darken and his cheeks flush, and he almost can't keep himself still.
"Boyfriend or girlfriend?" Fuma asks, his tongue licking a slow trail down Kento's neck, and Kento shivers.
"Boyfriend."
"Mm, trying to make me even more jealous, then." Fuma nips at his neck and Kento nearly shouts, quickly clamping a hand over his mouth to silence himself.
"Fuma..."
"So responsive..."
"I'll be more responsive if you just get to it."
Fuma laughs at that, calmly returning to his neck to suck at a spot he seems to particularly like, and Kento bites his tongue, letting his eyes fall shut and enjoying the feeling of Fuma's mouth on him. There's no point in rushing Fuma when he's like this, when he wants to watch Kento slowly come apart for him. Fuma's hands are exploring every inch they can reach, fingernails dragging behind his palms and leaving tiny shivers of pleasure in their wake.
"Probably for the best if I do, huh... so that I can work you up properly before I give you back."
Kento's mouth falls open in a silent moan and Fuma reaches for the lube with one final kiss to Kento's neck.
"You should... you should wear--"
"I'm not going to wear one. I never will. You make him wear them, not me. When I have you, I want you to feel it."
Kento sighs, relieved, and lets Fuma kiss him as he works his fingers inside him. It's easy enough - Kento likes it and lets Fuma do it often, to say nothing of all the times he's done it to himself - but it's somehow more thrilling like this, with Fuma kissing him so intently, staring at him with eyes that nearly burn him, completely absorbed in him as though his world has been reduced to expand no further than the edges of this bed.
He cries out in surprise when Fuma's fingers slip deeper, right over the place where he's most sensitive, and throws an arm over his eyes, panting and jerking and moaning short and sharp when Fuma continues to prod him there, watching him as he nearly convulses. Fuma's free hand pulls his arm down, gently lifting Kento's chin so that their gazes meet, and Fuma lowers his head to murmur into Kento's ear as he coaxes him to spread his legs wider.
"You need this..."
"Yes... it's no use if it's not you, it's not good enough... it has to be you..."
Fuma pulls his fingers back, slicks his cock and positions it at Kento's entrance. He hovers over him, hands on either side of Kento's head just as they had been earlier, and he leans down slowly, further and further until their lips are barely brushing before he pushes inside. Kento sucks in a breath, the sound almost strangled, and Fuma's lips curve against his. Fuma enters him so slowly that Kento can feel all of it, every inch of him, and when he's fully inside, Fuma kisses over Kento's cheek and back to his ear as Kento writhes on his cock.
"You're mine," Fuma whispers, punctuating that statement with a thrust of his hips and a gentle bite to Kento's ear that has Kento gasping beneath him. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that even when you go back to him, you'll feel me inside you and you'll remember who you belong with." His lips trail back down to Kento's neck and he bites down again, harder than before, hard enough to leave a mark this time.
"Fuma... how am I going to explain it if you--"
"I don't care," Fuma replies, and Kento arches up against him, tilting his head back and letting Fuma mark him. He's nearly positive he'll have a bruise tomorrow, a reminder of this, something that will have to be covered, but he finds that he doesn't care at all, that he would gladly accept a permanent mark if it meant that he could always have Fuma with him like this.
"Anything you want," Kento says, his voice shaky, and Fuma groans, reaching for his hands and pinning both of them above his head as he thrusts. Kento can feel Fuma's full weight on his body and it makes him want more, makes him want to take it harder.
"Anything I want? Then leave him. Stay with me."
"I can't..."
Fuma's rhythm falters and Kento opens his eyes to find Fuma staring down at him. He seems half-confused, half-distressed, and Kento's heart sinks as he assumes they've taken this too far and Fuma has forgotten that it's only a game. As seconds pass, Fuma stops moving entirely, still inside Kento but completely still, and when Kento raises a hand to touch his face Fuma blinks in surprise as though he's forgotten Kento is really there.
"Fuma... are you alright?"
"Yeah... I... I don't know what happened... shit..."
Fuma sounds as though he's near tears and Kento squeezes his hand. He knows how easily and strongly Fuma feels things, and how hard he tries to hide it; the fact that Fuma is showing him this face makes Kento's heart ache for him.
"Let's stop, okay?"
Kento doesn't receive a verbal response to that, only a nod, and then Fuma's pulling out of him, curling up beside him. Kento holds him as close as he can, strokes his hair and whispers to him until Fuma exhales shakily and scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I'm sorry--"
"You don't have to--"
"--I just... I'm so fucking scared sometimes."
"Scared of what?"
"Of losing this. You. Everything. It's not that I feel insecure - or maybe it is, but it isn't about you, it's that - how can we really feel secure about anything anymore, Kento? Either of us? The second we start feeling okay, like we're safe, like we have something good, it's snatched away, and it hurts, and if I lose you on top of everything else, I - that can't happen. I can't do this by myself. I need you."
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not always there for you. I try so hard to deal with things on my own and I don't take care of you, and I should. Sometimes it hurts less if I shut people out, but that's not fair. I'm trying to let people get close again, but you... you're not just close, you're under my skin. There is no Kento without Fuma anymore."
"You'd better mean that, you cheesy ass," Fuma replies, half-laughing and half-tearful as he shoves at Kento's shoulder. Kento pulls him into an embrace and presses a kiss to his temple.
"I mean it," he whispers, the faintest tone of vulnerability and uncertainty audible underneath it, and Fuma leans in to kiss it away.
"I'm sorry. I ruined the mood, didn't I?"
"I'm pretty sure we can get it back."
"I... will you..."
Fuma doesn't need to voice the rest of his request; Kento already knows what he's asking for and nudges him to lie on his back as he reaches for the lubricant Fuma had set aside earlier. Kento prepares him slowly, working him open one slick finger at a time, until Fuma's knees are trembling and his heels ache from digging them into the mattress. Kento's fingertips find a good spot and Fuma gasps, biting his lip to keep quiet and staring up at Kento helplessly, as though he wants to ask for more and tell him it's enough all at the same time.
"Kento..."
"Yeah?"
"Does it feel strange? That I didn't finish it?"
"A bit... when you do it like that... I really do feel it for a while... you know?"
"Mm... remind me."
Kento growls at that, withdraws his fingers and spreads Fuma's thighs apart, staring down at him in a way that makes Fuma feel thoroughly fucked before Kento even enters him. Fuma feels the head of Kento's cock slick against his skin and he takes a deep breath, not even able to inhale fully before it's filling him completely. Fuma's eyes meet Kento's and that's all the invitation Kento needs. His hips snap forward against Fuma's and Fuma gasps, letting his eyes fall half-shut as Kento groans above him, working for a good angle. He knows he has it when Fuma cries out and his body tenses; Kento holds him in place and works that spot mercilessly until Fuma is nearly unable to speak.
"I'm... please..."
Kento grins at that, keeps thrusting and waits for Fuma to make the desperate sound he loves so much, the one that means he's close. Fuma wraps his legs around Kento's waist, pulling him closer and deeper, and when he locks his ankles over Kento's back, Kento sweeps his hands over the newly-exposed skin over Fuma's ass and the backs of his thighs.
"You're beautiful like this," Kento whispers to him, and Fuma doesn't reply, but turns his head closer to hear him better. "You belong to me like this. You are the only thing I am going to think about for the next two days, and when I have you again next week, I am going to take you and let you take me until neither of us can walk."
"What about him... ?"
"What about him? Fuma... I'm so obsessed with you I don't even see him... all I see is you... your face when he fucks me, your hands when he touches me... I get myself off while he's asleep next to me and I don't bother waking him up because what I want is you and nothing he could give me would be good enough--"
"Oh my God--"
"-- I'll let you fuck me in our bed, right where he sleeps, I'll let you mess me up any way you want and I don't even care if he walks in and sees it because all he'll see is the truth, that I'm yours--"
"-- Kento!"
"-- and every single part of you belongs to me."
Kento slides his hands up Fuma's sides, his thumbs following the lines of his body until he reaches Fuma's nipples, caressing them in wide circles until they harden under his touch. Kento takes one between his thumb and forefinger, watches Fuma's face, and pinches it quickly, smiling when Fuma's back arches up into his hands and he nearly keens. He repeats the same action on the other, this time leaning down to flick his tongue over it as he tweaks it, and Fuma can't hold back anymore, can't resist any longer. Kento wraps a hand around his cock just in time for Fuma to spurt all over his fingers and stomach, shaking from the force of it. Kento is barely able to let him finish before he loses it himself, gasping as he feels himself let go and rubbing Fuma's swollen nipples with sticky fingers so that he can watch him shudder as he rides it out. He rests his lips against Fuma's forehead when he's finished, too exhausted to call it a kiss, but the desire to be close to him is so strong that Kento can't possibly separate from him.
"Oh my God," Fuma repeats, voice much weaker now than it had been moments earlier.
"Was it okay?"
"If I ever want something like this again, I'm telling you immediately next time."
Kento laughs tiredly and reaches for Fuma's hand, intertwining their fingers and gently running his thumb over the backs of Fuma's knuckles. He really, really hopes there is a next time.
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