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Shu has a problem.
One might say that Itsuki Shu has plenty of problems already. That he is typically ‘crazy’, and obsessive, and controlling.
Shu thinks those people are entirely incorrect. But this issue at hand isn’t one that involves his (arguable) increasing paranoia or control issues— rather, his problem is Kagehira Mika.
Mika cries. A lot. When they had been in school together, he would cry over the smallest things. Shu had other things on his plate at that time, so it had never come to this.
Now, Mika still cries a lot.
Shu has just never realized how beautiful Mika is when he cries. Not even beautiful, but every time Mika’s mismatched eyes well up with tears, Shu can’t stop himself from getting hard.
Now. Shu is not the type to get aroused. He finds the concept of sexual acts repulsive— the idea of skin-on-skin, sweating, all the spit and… cum would typically disgust him. However, whenever he sees Mika cry, it’s a completely different story. His mind runs rampant like a complete pervert.
Like right now, as Mika sobs over some stupid American advert he saw where a previously abandoned street cat gets adopted by a loving family. Mika blows snot bubbles and weeps wetly over his laptop as the video plays over and over again. It’s ridiculous, and a little bit disgusting. But Shu is hard. God, he’s so hard.
His dick is throbbing in his pants, and he’s grateful that he’s sitting at a table that blocks his lap from the rest of the world. He can’t stop thinking about how absolutely scrumptious Mika looks as he cries— Shu’s mind is wandering. He wonders if Mika would cry while getting fucked, which is something that he barely thought of in the past. But now, his mind is polluted by the thought.
Would he sob and tremble like this if Shu was to touch him? Being so wrapped up in his own divine and godly pleasure, that he would accept anything that Shu gives him? Mika is typically such a good doll, Shu is only able to think about how good he would be in bed as well.
“... —shi-san? Are ya listenin’ to me?” Shu is vigorously thrown out of his degenerative dreamstate as he tunes back into Mika, who is still crying. The tip of his nose is red and his eyes are already getting puffy.
“I’m… listening,” Shu says. “You ought to just turn the video off if it’s upsetting you so much.”
“It’s so sad!” Mika whines; of course it’s unintentional, but the whimpering tone is not helping Shu’s case. “She just wants—” sniffles, “a-a lovin’ home!”
“Stop watching it,” Shu says curtly. “I have to go.” He grumbles, standing up. He quickly turns around so his dick wouldn’t be on full display anymore.
“Oh…? Okay, Oshi-san, I’ll see ya la—”
Shu leaves the room before Mika can finish his sentence, but it doesn’t matter. He makes a direct beeline to the nearest bathroom, despite himself.
It’s only a few days later and Shu is still questioning his sanity.
Mika won’t stop crying.
Maybe Shu is a bad friend for sexualizing his close friend’s misery like this. It just doesn’t help that Mika tends to cry over the most miniscule things. For example, just yesterday, he cried into Shu’s freshly-pressed shirt for an hour over the fact that he missed a lace in his boot earlier and tripped over himself while walking onstage.
And typically, that would be something that Shu would care about. He has a lot more on his mind nowadays— which should be very alarming. Shu is too busy being horny to properly identify Mika’s onstage mistakes. This is a nightmare!
Speaking of nightmares, he must be living another one right now. He had been getting ready for bed when his phone rings in his pocket. Typically, he doesn’t bother with phones— and the internet in general. However, Mika recently requested for him to buy one so they can keep in contact. He doesn’t understand how to work it yet, but Mika never fails to send him pictures of random cats he finds on the street.
Shu doesn’t understand that, either.
And now, Mika is calling him.
He hesitates, as the object vibrates in his hand. Just because he’s a raging pervert now, doesn’t mean he’d be in the right to avoid Mika if something serious had happened. So he answers the call, sitting on the closed toilet lid.
“O… Oshi-san…” Mika’s voice is trembling, and the uneven sniffling is heard even through the distorted phone call.
Oh no.
“What is it now, Kagehira?” Shu asks. He can already feel his stomach fluttering just from hearing his quivering tone.
“I-I was eatin’ candy, b-but I ate too much, ‘nd now my stomach hurts…” He whimpers. Shu’s life is flashing before his eyes.
He can only imagine the position Mika is in, rubbing at his aching, pale stomach. He’s probably twisting and turning in his sheets as he holds the phone up to his ear. The way he sounds is downright obscene to Shu.
“I’ve… told you before that it’s not good to eat that stuff before bed,” Shu says, but he’s completely detached from this conversation. He’s fully hard in his pants, he can hardly breathe.
“I didn’t know it would gimme a tummy ache!” Mika cries, sniffling through the receiver some more. He starts to groan, and Shu feels lightheaded.
He doesn’t know what has gotten ahold of him. As Mika continues to sob his way through his rant, Shu’s fingers drift down over his crotch. Suddenly, he stops himself.
What the hell is he doing? Mika is crying to him, seeking his comfort. But at least it’s not like Mika knows what he’s up to…
Shu bites the inside of his cheek as he sticks his hand into his underwear. His dick twitches in between his fingers— masturbating used to be a hedonistic activity that he would openly work to avoid. He used to be able to just avoid it, or take a cold shower in order to get rid of any disgusting feelings he may have had. But now, he’s completely insatiable. All he can think of is Mika’s gorgeously imperfect eyes filled with tears, streaking down his soft face.
Shu is so rotten. He sucks in a breath as he strokes over himself, shutting his eyes to relish in the gentle squeaks of Mika’s messy, yet vocal weeping.
“Oshi-san, are you there?” Mika asks softly. Meek, like he’s patiently awaiting Shu’s response.
“I’m here,” Shu replies, through gritted teeth. “It’s okay. Keep going, Kagehira.” Fuck, he is so wrong for this.
Hearing more of Mika’s crying, as he continues to whine and complain. He wonders if this is how he would sound if Shu was to tease him— oh, how Shu wants to make Mika arch into his touch. He wants to be the one to make Mika cry; watch him make a mess of himself, and all over himself.
Shu can’t help it as he jerks himself off. His head tips back as he sucks in a breath, clutching the phone a little tighter against his ear. His hand speeds up as Mika continues to cry, now in utter hysterics over his ailment. He fucks his fist roughly, clenching his eyes shut as more and more images of Mika crying for him flies past his closed eyes.
“Oshi-san… I-It doesn’t feel good…”
The orgasm that follows is harrowing. It’s intense, and he openly gasps as he cums recklessly all over the bathroom tile. It’s so, so good.
“Are you okay?” Mika asks, sniffling a little bit softer now. Shu goes rigid. “Ya sounded like you’re in pain, or somethin’...”
“I’m fine,” Shu replies, clipped while he tries to catch his breath. “I just… bumped my arm on something.” He cringes at how forced his tone is. He even sounds like he’s lying. He’s so fucked.
“Oh, okay,” he says, and Shu tries not to let out a sigh of relief. He forgets that Mika isn’t the most intelligent. (Sorry, Mika.) “Well, I should prob’bly try gettin’ some rest soon… It might make me feel better.”
“I think that would be best.”
“Thanks for listenin’ ta me, Oshi-san. I’ll see ya tomorr’w, right?”
“Correct. Goodnight, Kagehira,” Shu says, and quickly hangs up before he has to experience this conversation any longer. He lets the phone drop to the ground, still reeling after what he just did.
His pants are dirty.
Shu has gone entirely fucking crazy at this point.
It’s been a week since his small altercation over the phone. While he hasn’t let the same thing happen, because he has some shame left, he can’t stop the erections he’s been getting. Mika’s tears have even bled into his subconscious; the wet dreams he has are astounding. And awkward.
It’s one of his first nights where he has his dorm to himself. Originally, he was going to spend it jerking off. It takes him a few hours in order for him to hype himself up enough to the point where he doesn’t completely resent himself for the acts he’s going to commit.
And then, there’s a knock on the door. He tucks his dick away, cursing under his breath in unhappy French. He gets up from his bed, walking over to the door. He opens it— and just his luck, Mika is standing there. Sobbing. Fuck.
“Kagehira? What are you doing here?” Shu asks, a bit startled.
“Oshi-san,” Mika says, his voice cracking. “Do… Do ya hate me?”
“What?”
“W-Well… you’ve been avoidin’ me, and you’ve been actin’ real weird around me… I talked to Naru-chan ‘bout it, and she told me ta just confront ya. So…” Mika shifts from foot to foot as his heart breaks. Shu opens the door wider, inviting him in.
“Sit down,” Shu orders, and Mika scrambles over to his bed, sitting down quickly. He shuts the door, pausing to take a breath. He can be normal. He is absolutely normal.
“I was thinkin’... if ya really do hate me, I wanna know how to fix it. Please, Oshi-san, I can’t havin’ ya hatin’ m—”
“Kagehira,” Shu cuts him off, and Mika bursts into another round of tears. Shu walks over to the bed, carefully sitting down on the bed. “I don’t hate you.” Mika looks up at him with his wide, lachrymose eyes.
“You don’t…?”
“I’ve just… had a lot on my mind recently,” he replies, quiet and uncomfortable. “It’s not your fault.” It’s exactly Mika’s fault, actually. But it’s not his fault on purpose, so Shu can’t really blame him.
“Really?” He blinks, and more tears fall down his face. “Is there anythin’ I can do to help?” God, Mika is so good. He always just wants to help Shu. Shu feels incrementally even worse for the fact that this whole time, Mika has been thinking that he’s been angry at him.
“It will pass soon, I hope,” Shu replies quietly. He really hopes so. Mika stares at him a little longer, still a sniveling mess— before he finally leans forward, collapsing over Shu’s lap. Shu makes a noise of surprise, and he moves to push him away. But after everything that Shu has put him through, he can tolerate this weird, uncomfortable hug. Even when Mika presses his wet face into Shu’s stomach.
“Okay, Oshi-san. I just want you ta be okay, y’know?”
“I know, Kagehira,” he says, trying his best to be unaware of the weight that is Mika balanced in his lap. Attempting to be amicable, he lightly rests his hand on Mika’s shoulder. They stay like this for a bit, while Shu tries to divert all of his thoughts away from anything perverted and deranged.
Key word is try.
“Er… Oshi-san, is yer, um… thing… hard?”
Mika’s words pour over him like ice water being dumped down his back. It is one of the worst moments in his life, and Shu has had a lot of those.
Shu’s brain is shutting down. Especially as Mika sits up from where he had precariously thrown himself over Shu’s lap, sniffling and wiping away his tears building up in his waterline. Even in a crisis, Mika still looks so damn beautiful. Of course Shu is hard.
Mika is staring at him. Shu feels sick.
“Kagehira…” Shu doesn’t even know where to start; he looks away.
“Do ya get hard whenever I cry, Oshi-san?” Mika asks. He doesn’t sound angry or disgusted, which is good. Shu still hopes that he dies right now. “Like last week, when ya got real weird on me, or that time on the phone…” He mutters softly. Shu has to die.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Kagehira.” Shu feels his stomach twisting, gripping onto the fabric of his pants. “I’m…. sorry.” It’s like pulling teeth.
“Ngah? What’re ya sorry for?” The bed dips and Shu is only distinctly aware of the feeling of Mika leaning closer to him. He flinches as Mika puts his hand on top of his own. “‘S all good, Oshi-san. I’m glad I can get you turned on, y’know?”
What?
“What?” Shu finally turns to look at him again. Mika is smiling and his heart skips a beat.
“Um… you complete my whole bein’. I wanna do stuff fer you, too,” Mika says. He blinks, and more tears begin to gather in his eyes. “I can cry on command. See?”
“Kagehira…” His breath hitches.
“Ya already said that, Oshi-san,” Mika whispers. Even while he’s crying, the look in his eyes is sultry, something that Shu didn’t think he was capable of. “Lemme help you. Please?” Slowly, Mika’s fingers ghost over his growing bulge.
Shu can hardly breathe. He feels lightheaded, and insanely horny. Wordlessly, he nods.
Mika smiles. He gets in between Shu’s legs, who startles a little. He’s still reeling from the fact that Mika accepted him so quickly. Then again, Mika has always been there for him. He’s not proud of the way that he’s treated Mika in the past, but he’s still here for him, even after finding out that he’s a giant pervert.
Shu swallows as Mika looks up from the position in between his legs. This is probably wrong, and the door isn’t locked so they’re one step away from one of his roommates walking in on them. With Mika undoing his belt and pulling down his pants, Shu is not in control at all.
This is mortifying; but Shu loves it. He’s so hard, and Mika looks so divine beneath him. He should feel disgusted at the prospect of Mika putting his dick in his mouth— activities that are as salacious and filthy as this are usually beneath him. But he swallows Shu whole, his throat contracting around his cock.
Shu can admit that he’s not the most endowed, but Mika is making him feel like he is— gagging around the large intrusion in his perfect and sinful mouth. The corners of his eyes water, until he finally lets more tears trail down his ruddy cheeks.
“Kagehira,” Shu chokes out, then sighs, “This feels… good.” Naturally, he would be ashamed by his lack of intelligent word choices, but he doesn’t have it in him to care. Mika’s mouth is so warm and wet, and he sobs beautifully. “Your mouth is…” He cuts himself off with a moan.
He bobs his head, swallowing around him. Mika lets his eyes fall shut as tears stream down his face. It’s everything Shu had ever imagined and more– he’s so pretty, how is he so pretty?
Mika tucks some of his hair behind his ear as he sucks on the tip, his tongue swirling around the twitching head. He should be questioning where his precious Kagehira learned all of these nefarious skills, but instead, he’s thankful. Shu hisses, carding his fingers through Mika’s dark hair slowly.
Finally, Mika pulls off entirely. His dainty fingers wrap around the base of his dick, staring back up at Shu intensely. He hadn’t been aware that Mika was even capable of looking intense like this, either. Mika is full of surprises today, though.
“Yer so hot, Oshi-san. Do ya like it? Do you?” Mika asks expectantly, tears constantly dripping down his face. He looks like an angel, sent directly down from Heaven for Shu to defile like this. Mika could be on his knees like this for anyone, but Shu is the one who gets to see him like this— sobbing and wrecked, and he hasn’t been the one who got touched.
“You’re doing a good job,” Shu replies, and Mika seems to relish that thought. His spit-slick lips curl into a small smile. “You’re an angel, Kagehira.”
“Jeez… Yer sayin’ all these nice things…” Mika titters distantly, his eyes unfocused. He sticks his tongue out slowly to lick his lips of any remaining precum on them. “Ya own me, Oshi-san. I’m all yours now, ‘kay?”
“You always have been,” he says. Somewhere, the deeply rotten part of Shu is satiated by that comment.
Mika hums, content and redetermined to touch Shu some more. He mumbles, “Yer too good ta me,” and starts to put his mouth over Shu’s cock again. Mika sucks and licks enthusiastically, pouring all of his energy into getting Shu off. And that’s exactly what he does.
“Kagehira, I’m going to…!” Shu digs his fingernails into Mika’s scalp as he cums down his throat. Mika moans in delight, swallowing down Shu’s load. Mika keeps on sucking on him greedily until Shu is soft, relinquishing his grip on his hair and squeamish from the overstimulation. Mika pulls off of him slowly, sniffling some more.
“Wow, Oshi-san…” He says, wiping at his mouth. “Even yer stuff tastes good.” He smiles, and Shu blushes. He glances away, embarrassed.
“Don’t say such lewd things like that,” Shu snaps. It’s hard to be righteous with his dick laying limply against his leg, so he tucks his dick back into his pants. He glances back at Mika, who’s smiling up at him dazedly. “... Um. Thank you for indulging me.” He mutters quietly. “Would you like any… assistance?”
“Assistance?” Mika echoes curiously. “Oh, ya mean help me cum?”
“Don’t say it like that!”
“Hehe, thanks Oshi-san, but ‘m good. Er— I already did it in my pants, so…”
“Oh.”
Mika giggles in a way that makes Shu’s stomach twist some more. He thinks he might like seeing Mika smile even more than he likes him crying. He rests his head on Shu’s thigh, still between them patiently.
“Mmm, ‘m so sleepy, though…” He yawns, shutting his eyes. He wraps his arm around Shu’s leg, cuddling into him. This position is insane, but Mika looks set on clinging to him for a while. “Love ya, Oshi-san.” He mumbles.
His heart beats faster in his chest, and he pets Mika’s hair.
“... I love you too, Kagehira.”