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Coming here might have been a mistake , Akira muses as he lies on the left side of the single hotel bed. Still it beats lying on the couch in a crowded room, and the view is nicer too. He stares at the exposed back of the person he is currently sharing a bed with; it is a blessing that Hawaii is this warm. He lowers his eyes, as he takes in the sight.
The thin duvet is left half crumbled over his lower body, the fabric of his underwear just peeking out, he can just barely make out the outline of his hips. It is mesmerising . His hands would fit around them nicely, no doubt. In fact he is almost tempted to try, but he does not want to risk waking the other teen, or worse; get socked in the face for trying. So he contains himself, down boy , and simply lies there, much like a desperate man in the desert, afraid of getting too close to the illusion of an oasis, fearing it might fade, dare he touch it.
It was definitely a mistake coming here.
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It has been half an hour since everyone fell asleep. By everyone he means the uninvited guests he, and Mishima all of a sudden encountered, well more so him, since the other boy spent most of his time in the bathroom. He loves Ryuji, and Ann.. He just also loves having a bed to sleep in, and a hotel room that is not stuffed over its capacity.
Akira is currently on the couch, and honestly it feels a little too much like the old one that resides in the attic of Le blanc, which is fair; given that normally you would sleep on the bed . He is not bitter, but he could be better. Being able to sleep would be nice for a start. Maybe going for a little walk around the hallways of the hotel will help. So he does. He throws his phone, and the room key in the pocket of his shorts, tippy toeing around the teen sprawled on the floor of the room, and out the door.
It is a lot less stuffy outside of the hotel room; he instantly feels like he can breathe a little better. Now he just has to avoid any possible teachers or third years. He really does not want to know what kind of new rumours will flare up if anyone finds him out here. Thankfully it sounds like the halls are quiet.
He wanders around aimlessly for maybe ten minutes, before he realises it will not help him with his issues, he will still be going back to sleep in the same room.. Or will he; If Ryuji, and Ann can sneak off to camp in my room, I can do it too, yeah? Except he does not know where he would go. He only has so many friends, Futaba is not here, Yusuke is here, but with a completely different, and probably less tolerable , school, and Makoto is rooming with a teacher. That really only leaves him with one choice.
Akechi Goro, The student council president, who also happens to not have a roommate. He only got lucky because he is the only third year male student, and there is an even number of male teachers. Apparently this was cheaper than getting a room for three people, that or the guy flashed them a picture perfect smile, and got his way. He would not put it past him.
This choice however; is unfortunately fifty-fifty, because while they are not sworn enemies, they are also not actually friends, at least not if you ask the other teen. There is a huge chance he might slam the hotel door in his face before he even speaks, but there is also the chance that he sticks to whatever weird facade he has got going on, and lets him in for the night out of goodwill.
He has nothing to lose. Unless he reports him, but that is not going to happen.. Right?
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“Pray tell; what are you doing here, this late at night?”
Akira is lucky enough for the student council president to have let him inside his room. For a moment he had been worried the other teen would not hear his incessant knocking, but the door was, rather aggressively , opened, and after a moment of bewilderment; he was carted inside. So far so good.
When he looks around in the room, he notes that it is a single room. At least that means there is no couch in here.. It does also mean that now he has to convince Akechi to sleep in the same bed.
“I lost my bed.” He tells him, might as well come clean to a certain degree. This means he has to throw his friend under the bus, and it is not Ann. Sorry Ryuji, but you will get me in less problems. “Ryuji infiltrated our room, and stole it. I was but a victim of crime.. Again .” The last part is added in under a breath; as an inside joke with himself.
Akechi sits down on the bed, crossing a leg over the other, regarding him with a blank stare. “I’m not sure why this has anything to do with me?”
“Ryuji snores, pretty loudly.” He does not in fact snore that loudly, but he feels the need to add it on nonetheless. Akira brings his hand up to twirl his bangs around, only realising, belatedly; he never put his glasses back on before he went out. There goes that safety net.
“Again, I fail to see where I fit into this?” There is a hint of impatience in the tone, and he almost smiles.
“I can’t sleep, and I’m getting desperate for some shut-eye, let me borrow one side of your bed.”
“No.”
“I’m very still when I sleep.”
“No.”
“I don’t snore either.”
“No.”
“You won’t even notice I’m there.”
Akechi sighs, bringing his hands up to rub at his temples, clearly agitated at his relentlessness. “You’re not going to back down, are you?” This time he does smile, a rather cheeky one, because no, he is not going to. The other boy is going to have to physically remove him if he wants to get rid of him, and he knows he does not want to. No matter what he says, he knows that they are, in fact, semi-friends.
The brunette heaves another sigh, and points to a cabinet, before getting up from the bed again. “There’s an extra duvet, and pillow in there, get them before I change my mind.”
Get them, Akira does, although he almost drops them again when he turns around, because the student council president is getting under his covers, only sporting his underwear. This should not be an issue, it is not , he just did not expect to be met with that sight. He probably should have, it is pretty hot in here.. He shucks his own clothes off, they are both guys after all, this is normal, it is fine , before he makes himself comfortable on the opposite side of the bed.
“Goodnight.”
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“I can feel you staring, Kurusu,” The bed moves slightly underneath him, as the brunette turns around to lie on his back. It takes everything in his power for Akira to turn his eyes upwards again, lest he gets caught ogling the other teen’s private parts. I said down boy! He almost gets stuck staring at his chest instead, but he tells himself he is stronger than that. “I thought you were desperate to sleep?”
“Warm.” Is the only intelligent answer he seems to be able to muster in return. He watches Akechi’s eyebrow raise at his statement, he already looks like he wants to smother him with a pillow, and the sardonic reply confirms as much. “You were the one who pushed to share a single bed, and here you are; complaining about it being too warm .” He turns around even further, now on his side facing the ravenette. “I’m sure the floor would give you a cold welcome, if you so desired.”
Akira is in fact not stronger, and his eyes immediately fall to the divets of his clavicle, the swell of his pectorals, his rosy nipples, the early stages of a six pack... Akechi Goro had always been beautiful with clothes on, but without them? He never stood a chance in the first place. He barely registers his own movements as he raises a hand with the intent to lay it against the other boy’s chest, although he never quite makes it that far.
The brunette immediately catches his hand, and all too quickly for him to follow, has him splayed on his back, staring dumbfounded into eyes of a wine red colour.”What the hell do you think you’re playing at?” God, I wish I knew. Akechi is definitely angry, but there is also a dusting of pink over his face, which is not surprising, this is probably embarrassing. Should he be more embarrassed?
“Uh, I,” The words are not leaving his mouth, it feels like he got all of his senses knocked around from being manhandled as he was. He feels unbearingly hot all of a sudden. The student council president is quite literally pinning him to the bed right now. This is a scene taken right out of one of his wet dreams, how on earth are you actually meant to deal with a scenario like this ? All because he could not keep his wandering hands to himself.
Akira is going to die here, the moment the other teen realises ; it is over for him. He might even dangle his corpse from the balcony for all to see.
He gets so stuck in his own head, that when the brunette speaks up again, he gives a knee-jerk reaction, and apparently a much more violent one than any could have predicted, because not a second later Akechi is sprawled down on top of him, having lost his balance. There is a muttering of curses coming from the other boy as he lets go of him in order to push himself up again, only he freezes bare millimetres above him.
Now they are definitely both embarrassed, Akira more so, and the choked up sound he made when the pressure was removed just made it worse. He makes eye contact with the other teen, none of them move. He wants to say something, break the silence, apologise; Hey, sorry I popped a boner, I’m a hormonal teenage boy, it happens ? Or maybe not.
“I can’t believe you,” As it turns out, he does not have to say anything, Akechi has that covered. “Was this your game plan from the start? To crawl into my bed in hopes I’d let you have your way with me?” The brunette pushes himself up the rest of the way, leans back on Akira’s legs, arms crossed. The sight does not quell the burning fire stirring in his lower regions, in fact, it does quite the opposite.
The other teen watches him with disdain, he looks like he wants nothing to do with a degenerate like himself, and the mere thought of his existence is a stain on earth. His boy is not going down anytime soon. “Your silence speaks for itself, Kurusu,” He remarks with a scalding tone. “You’re fucking pathetic.”
Akira does not mean for the sound to escape him, but whine he does, and it takes them both by surprise, their faces heating up exponentially. He clasps a hand over his own mouth as the shock wears off, and the shame sets in. That really happened . The other teen regards him with an incredulous stare at first, but as time passes, his slack mouth morphs into a smirk, and he tilts his head as he regards him.
“Now this is a development.”
He did always want to break the darling school council president’s fake demeanour, but he might just have chewed off a lot more than he can swallow..
Akechi leans back over him, placing his hands on each side of his head, and his own hand falls away from his mouth subconsciously as he stares up at him. “Could it be, I was wrong?” If the duvet was not still covering his lower body, he is sure the brunette would have seen his dick physically twitch when his voice dropped an octave. Fuck. “Did you come here in hopes that I would have my way with you ?”
“ No, but by god, now I do”.
I said that out loud . He said that out loud. He finally gets a full sentence out, and it is his dick doing the talking. He really is pathetic.
The other teen snorts. “Listen to you,” He sneers down at him. “You’d probably hump yourself to completion like a dog if I just let you have my leg.” Akira cannot refute his claims, because he is sure, if given the chance right now; he would in fact do that. His brain is barely functioning, he might as well start barking for the other boy, and as if reading his thoughts, Akechi leans further down to whisper in his ear: “Be a good boy, and perhaps I’ll give you more than a leg.”
He moans, a full body shiver goes through his body. He feels the precum smearing against his boxers, he is almost convinced that he could end up coming from his voice alone. He wants to touch himself so badly, but he is definitely not in command here, and while part of him does want to know what being a bad boy would entail, he is a lot more interested in possible rewards right now.
What a sight he must make, splayed out like this, panting like a bitch in heat, lord knows he feels like one. In fact, maybe he should lean into it.. He really cannot get more shameless than this. Akira bares his neck. That is how you show submission, right ? To his surprise, and utter delight, the other boy bites down, hard . His hands shoot up to grab at his shoulders, trying to ground himself through the pain, and pleasure, as his back arches off of the mattress. He thinks the loud keening noise he hears, may or may not be him.
One of Akechi’s hands reaches down to grab at his hip, forcing him to meet his own, as he grinds against him. Through the hazy state of his mind, he registers the hard length of the other teen as it rubs against his. Thank god, with how eloquent the guy was earlier, Akira had not been sure whether or not he was actually affected by this thing they had going on.
“Fuck, shit, ‘kechi- ”
There is a ragged breath in his ear as his neck is released. He is going to have a set of teeth marks on full display against his skin for at least five days after this, not that he minds that fact at all, his uniform will cover it up anyway. The soreness will be a little shitty, though in this instance he is loving the sting of it.
The brunette hums; he sounds pretty pleased with himself. Akira is pretty pleased with him too, so far. The hand at his hip lets him go in order to grab at the duvet between them, and manoeuvre it to the side. Once he is free from the confinements, the hand is back around his hips, and he is hoisted up with Akechi as he leans back, leaving him sat in his lap, arms now around his neck. The manhandling is really doing it for him. He is now the one looking down at the other teen, and what a sight it is to behold. He looks like he wants to devour him. He should . “Look at you,” Oh boy . “I barely touched you, and you’re dripping.”
His words are emphasised by his hand, palming at the hard outline of his dick through his underwear; there is a clear wet spot, and he cannot find himself to feel embarrassed in this moment, instead he whines, like a needy dog. “Be a good pet, and lather me up, I’m sure you’ve been dying to lick something all night.” The brunette presents a hand to him, and he removes his arms from around him to grasp at the hand in front of.
He does not hesitate to bring it to his mouth, rolling his tongue out to drag across the palm of it. He separates the fingers, and lets the wet appendage delve into the space between them, curling and twisting around the folds of each digit. He noses at the hand, nips it briefly, gathers up saliva in his mouth, and lets it dribble onto the palm, before spreading it out with his tongue. He almost loses himself to the task, but gets taken out of it by the groan that overshadows the wet noises.
Akira stills as he gains eye contact with the other boy; he looks utterly entranced. A job well done , if he says so himself. A smirk sneaks its way up onto his face, although it does not last long, because a moment later there is a mouth connected to his own. It is messy, so horribly messy, but he does not care. It is wet, it is filled with teeth, and it is everything he wants.
His hands are back around the brunette’s neck, as Akechi’s own are making a task out of freeing both their cocks from their underwear. He barely has time to register it all as a hand slots around them, forcing the two lengths to rub against each other, slicked up in the process with his saliva, and precome. He moans, loudly, most of the sound getting swallowed up by the other teen’s mouth.
The feeling is a lot, Akira has fantasised about this, sure, but experiencing it is a whole new ballgame. His body is on fire, spikes of pleasure raking through him. He is unable to stop himself from rutting up against the hold, but it does not seem like the other boy minds, being busy sticking his tongue down his throat and all. He sure as hell is not complaining, on the contrary he hears a couple of groans mixed in with the lewd noises of their mutual masturbation and makeout session. It is unbearably hot, and he knows he is not going to last much longer, not if the tension that is building up in his gut is anything to judge by.
He breaks the kiss off, and burrows his head in Akechi’s shoulder. “ Hahh , ‘kechi, ‘m close” He manages to breathe out. It seems to only spur the other boy on, setting a quicker pace to his strokes. A hand tangles itself in his hair, gripping at his locks, before wrenching his head backwards. A groan escapes him. He is learning a lot of new things about himself today.
“Don’t, you dare, hahh , hide from me,” And really, who is he to deny him, not that he is able to, his grip is still firm. A few tears are gathering at the corners of his eyes, his body is starting to feel like it is on the cusp of overstimulation, and it seems he is not the only one to notice.
Akechi gives him a smile that is all teeth, and so very; him . “Be a good boy,” He starts, groaning in between, “and come for me, Akira ”
He does.
His orgasm hits him hard, his cum spraying against his own chest, a droplet or two go so far as to hit his chin. His eyes roll back for a brief moment amidst his ecstasy. If flying felt like anything, this would definitely be it, at least he feels like he is floating.
Akira must be a sight to behold, because when he comes back to, the brunette is spilling over the edge himself, his cum spilling from his tip in smaller spurts. He is not sure what eggs him on to dip down and coat his hand the other teen’s mess, but he does, and Akechi watches him with rapt attention, as he licks off the salty substance. He gets but a few licks in, before they are kissing again, this time less hasty, and wet.
It takes a while of lazy kissing before the two of them finally peel away from each other, both painfully aware of how sticky, and sweaty they are. Akechi is the first to get out of bed, though he stops to extend a hand to him, which he accepts with no hesitation, lord knows he needs the help, his legs still feel like jelly. He staggers along to the connected bathroom, and lets the other boy help him clean up, it is a quick affair, although he does have to borrow a new pair of underwear.
The two of them settle back in bed, both on their backs. Neither of them have said a single word since they finished up. Something, something, desert illusion, you get the gist.
Akira has proven to be bad at impulse control tonight however, and now is no exception.
“I’m still warm.”
There is a snort, one that gradually turns into a full blown laugh, and Akechi turns to face him. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Woof.”
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It takes him waking up the next day to remember that, no, his uniform will not cover up his bite mark, they are still in Hawaii .