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[ Putting up a fight would be counterproductive so he doesn't question Asahi when he's no longer underneath him. Admittedly, Nazuna doesn't know what to do with himself as he hands the reins over but making the guy's life a little easier might be helpful. He props up his legs before stiffly spreading them to make space for Asahi.

In spite of his own history of having dicks in his mouth here and there, there's something inherently embarrassing about having someone between his legs. His eyes are fixed on the top of the other boy's head to avoid any accidental eye contact. He briefly puffs out his cheeks after sucking in a breath.

A shock runs hot throughout his body from the place Asahi's permitted to touch, Nazuna's shoulders seizing up as his fingers dig into the sheets.

With a wry laugh, he muses, ]

You could finish things like this if you wanted to.

[The laughs gets his attention, and makes Asahi lift his head to meet Nito's gaze.]

Is that what you want? It seems a bit messy...

[He's pretty sure Nito didn't really mean it as anything more than an indication of how far gone he is, but he does hesitate anyways.]

If you're uncomfortable, I could just use my hand.

[ —Of course this guy has to look at him! Those brown eyes finding his own drive him to scrunch up his face though it does little to hide how flushed it is. What Nazuna is doing has to be illegal given Asahi's unwavering pleasant demeanor. It's almost too much!

His chest is starting to heave the longer they look at one another. To quell the overwhelming clenching in his chest, Nazuna hurriedly leans into Asahi to lightly kiss the corner of his mouth.

He pulls back just enough to speak. ]

Do whatever you want. I'm just warning you that it might not take much.

Oh, well, that's okay. [Asahi says, hoping he's coming across encouraging. He doesn't think it should be so embarrassing to come quickly. But then again, he understands how it would feel, if he were in Nito's position; he wouldn't want to have a short trigger, either.

Still, there's no point in delaying the inevitable? Taking the comment as a go ahead, Asahi tugs down the waistband of Nito's underwear and reveals his erection. He can't help but look at it, taking in the sight of his flushed cock and feeling himself blush a little. Asahi carefully wraps his hand around the base of it, experimentally jerks him off once, and then takes it into his mouth and slides his tongue over the head.]

[ The conversation ending makes the shift of fabric against skin loud in Nazuna's head. What may be even more deafening is Asahi's gaze locking onto him. It prevents him from experiencing relief with his cock being freed because he can't not feel those eyes.

Why does he have to look at it so intensely? This guy obviously had a dick of his own.

What follows cancels out any misgivings Nazuna may have had about this whole thing. Hands tear from the sheets to end up in dark hair, pressing into Asahi's scalp. He begins to hunch over with his eyes tightly shut with attempting to resist physically reacting any further. This hot sensation isn't what he's accustomed to. ]

[Asahi isn't trying to unnerve him. He just thinks Nito is beautiful, and also doesn't want to hurt him so he's watching his reaction. Fortunately, though, Nito can't really hide his reaction much once Asahi gets started.

He's encouraged by the hands fisting in his hair, so Asahi keeps going. Even though Nito's holding back, muscles taut all around him, Asahi is still being gentle and slow, licking up the other boy's length and only barely sucking on his cock.]

[ His back arches, compensating for the sheer force keeping his hips in place, as Nazuna swallows down a noise that wouldn't be anything less than embarrassing. One of his legs twitches while the hot mouth continues tormenting him, with nothing to distract him., as if to say it's too much. But it's quite the opposite.

One of his hands flattens over dark locks only to restlessly relocate to the back of Asahi's head and fist into as much hair he can hold. He doesn't pull at him, not yet, but his grip is an indicator that Nazuna's not about to lighten up. ]

Pleashe...

[ Speaking through gritted teeth, Nazuna's eyes crack open just a sliver. ]

Do it fashter.

[ It comes out more as a demand in spite of his intentions. He isn't going to try to ask Asahi to do more than what he's already doing but the pace is truly excruciating. Granted, he is used to blue balling himself and yet... ]

Ish good jusht do it fashter...

[It's almost a power trip, how easily Asahi's big hands can pin Nito's hips to the bed so that he can really take his time sucking him off. But Asahi's a bit too nice to take advantage of anyone's vulnerability like that, especially when said someone is basically begging him for more in a desperate, slurred voice.

So he takes heed of Nito's desperation and goes faster, harder, less testing the waters and more sure of himself and what he's doing. He licks at the head, lapping up Nito's precum eagerly, and uses his hands to jerk off what he can't fit his mouth around.]

[ Lifting his head, he stiffly turns it just enough to look at his own reflection through the pieces of blond hair stuck to his face. The tacky wall of mirrors shows the quivering hunched mess that is his own form while one his legs conceals his partner's face. But he's able to make out how Asahi is on his knees as he does everything he can to appease one of the world's biggest pains in the neck.

Asahi isn't obligated to do as he's told. This would be time for him to get back at Nazuna for figuratively jerking him around earlier. He is better than Nazuna is, that's for sure, compliant without finding the need to backtalk. God must have went into overtime forming this person.

Being reminded of his shame has him divert his attention from the wall only to look at the top of the other boy's head once more. ]

—Hah!

[ There's finally another noise that Nazuna can't keep in as the drag of that mouth and tongue quicken just as asked. He involuntarily squirms before attempting to press his hips further into the bed. Any means of self-control is still a priority for him no matter how much pressure is building in his gut. And that weight just wants to push him down a slippery slope as every nerve demands for more all over again. ]

Wait— !

[ Panting out, he lightly pulls at the back of the other boy's hair. ]

'm gunna jusht come in... y—your mouth if ya keep takin' it in like that!

[ Because even with someone offering to blow him it'd be rude to... blow his load. In him. That's the logic he's going with. ]

[The choked out 'Wait' makes Asahi pause, and he even lifts his head, removes his mouth from around Nito's cock. He's still got his hand wrapped around the base of it, but his eyes are wide and fully of worry as he fears he's overstepped some boundary, taken things too far--

But no, it's just a shy, flushed, flustered Nito not-quite meeting his gaze as he complains that he'll come to soon. It almost makes Asahi laugh, and he sympathetically kisses the inside of Nito's knee.]

That's okay. [He says softly.] I don't mind. And it means there's less to clean up, right?

[He's slowly jerking him off, not wanting his cock to deflate while they talk. But he's reluctant to close his lips around Nito's dick again until he's given the okay to.]

[ Telling Asahi to wait is not one of the best decisions he's made today. The second his dick is exposed to air merely results in pain and regret. Nazuna is seething, feeling himself twitch in the other boy's hand. But this is fine, he is fine, and completely has it together!

Even that smallest bit of the world's slowest friction is bringing him to leak and that may as well be the cherry on top of the humiliation cake. He is the source of his own misery. To make matters worse, those lips are kissing him elsewhere. Every part of him is so prickly, overly sensitive, pulsating way too loudly in his head. ]

Okay... okay.

[ Way more winded than he would have liked, Nazuna not even fully aware of his own repetition as he mumbles. One hand comes over his mouth and he closes his eyes again. ]

I might be comin' now.

[Asahi hums softly. He slowly closes his mouth around Nito again, and then sinks down on his length, taking him as deep as he can into his throat. It's not all of his cock, but Asahi hopes it's enough that it feels incredible for him, as he sucks and works his tongue along the shaft, fondles Nito's sac with his hand. He really wants to see him come.]

[ Most of what Asahi's doing is gratuitous but Nazuna doesn't have the common sense or the willpower to tell him such. The most is half the mind to tell him to stop again though it's gone just as soon as it occupies his mind. Both hands now covering his face, forehead practically touching his own chest, his entire body begins to jolt with his orgasm.

All the pent up energy seems to leave him as a long throaty whine through parted lips. His hips finally buck upward into Asahi's mouth and force the messy consequences of his mindless frenzy before his muscles lock. The loud noise warbles before petering off into light gasping whenever he finally finishes.

As soon as his body decides it no longer wants to be responsible to support itself, Nazuna falls out onto his back and his legs open up further to where the outsides of his knees barely meet the mattress. His eyes remain shut, palms facing upward and fingers curling in, while he begins to catch his breath with a heaving chest. ]

[It's not a surprise at all when Nito comes; his whole body seizes with orgasm as a wordless warning, and then his hot seed is hitting the back of Asahi's mouth. Asahi braces himself to gamely swallow, and is a bit surprised how long Nito's orgasm lasts. He removes his mouth with a wet noise, and looks up at Nito- though he can't see him now that he's lying back on the bed, just the curve of his belly and hips.]

You okay...? [He asks somewhat hoarsely, rising up on his knees to get a better look at his partner.]

[ Oh. That's right. In those couple seconds, he's had the nerve to almost forget Asahi. Blinking a couple times, Nazuna pulls his hands off his face and forces himself to sit up despite his limbs feeling like pudding. ]

I shoul' be ashkin' you that.

[ His own voice is a little more weak than expected as he finally looks up at the other boy with a beet red face. He wipes at the corner of his own mouth using the back of his hand before the opposite breaches the distance between them. Gently cupping one side of Asahi's head, Nazuna pushes up onto his knees to give him a quick look over. ]

I wash carelessh jusht now...

[Asahi slowly gets to his feet, knees sore from having knelt on the carpeted floor for as long as he did, and then sits on the bed so that Nito can go back to lying down and still see him. He can clearly see how flushed and worn out Nito is, and although he's concerned, it would be a lie to say Asahi doesn't feel a little proud of getting him like this.

The touch to his face makes him feel similarly flustered, though, and he ends up gaping for a moment before shaking his head fervently.]

You weren't careless. It was kind of nice, to see you give up control. Did you enjoy it..?

[ His mouth twists; he's going to opt out on speaking over the control matter. For now he's going to remain sitting up as well since it's not like Asahi had a break for his afterglow. ]

Am I supposed to say I didn't like it?

[ Snorting, Nazuna rubs at his face one last time before stretching both arms over his head as to delay looking back at the other boy. ]

I'm not talented enough to fake something like that, you know? It just turned out that your fortune cookie was right~

[ In a very peculiar twist of events. ]

[Asahi shakes his head, but he's still smiling a little.]

I just wanted to make sure. And, ah, I'm glad...

[He leans back against the pillows and takes a moment to just catch his breath. Then his eyes peek at the clock.]

We still have over two hours... we could just talk for a bit..?

[ He busies himself with gently tucking his dick back inside his underwear before Asahi calls for his attention. Nazuna blinks and glances over his shoulder with a perplexed expression. ]

Huh... Sure.

[ This guy must be a real thrill at parties.

Almost immediately, Nazuna draws his legs underneath him to crawl up beside the other boy. He decides laying out on his side is the best for the time being, obviously facing Asahi, resting his head on top of an arm. ]

Is there something on your mind? If that's not the case then you should tell me what position you play~?

[ In volleyball. ]

[He hasn't even put his underwear back on, and now that Nito's tucked himself away Asahi worries a bit that he's on the wrong side of dressed for the occasion. But Nito comes and lies down beside him, and Asahi feels a bit better. He shyly places his hand on Nito's hip, over the waistband of his shorts, and licks his lips.]

Position in volleyball..? I'm the wing spiker. So I'm the one who is supposed to get the last hit on the ball to spike it down on the other team's side.

What's it like being an idol...?

[ He's not about to shoo Asahi away even though he is caught off guard by the continued treacly trend. Perhaps he shouldn't be so surprised at this point. Nazuna shifts to bring himself closer to the other boy but the change is likely to go unnoticed. ]

Wing spi~ker...

[ The term is parroted back somewhat awkwardly as he mulls over the explanation. Before Nazuna can say anything on the matter, they're switching off onto another topic. His lips tighten into a line. Mentioning idol work earlier on was a stupid move; if he hadn't, Asahi surely wouldn't be none the wiser. ]

Um, you don't seem like you'd be the type interested in idols?

[ There's a weak shrug. ]

I guess it's like being part of a school club that takes itself seriously~?

[Asahi doesn't really notice Nito move, but he does notice a sense of discomfort in Nito once he brings up the subject.]

Ah... so a bit like being in a sports club, then. It does seem really intense....

[His free hand comes up and sheepishly pushes some hair away from his face, revealing a bright pink blush in his cheeks.]

I don't really know much about idols.. but I am interested in you. [Asahi adds, blushing even more fiercely, as if he didn't just have Nito's dick in his mouth.]

It's only intense on how you see it, I guess? I mean... being able to stand with your teammates makes all the time perfectly spent, right? And like it just becomes second nature? I think it's all the same thing it's just a different type of stage, that's all.

[ He pauses. Does any of that make sense? Well, he might be ready to argue it does compared to what he's looking at now. Maybe he said the wrong thing entirely for the other boy to be flushed the way he is. But he really has no idea.

Though staring at Asahi probably isn't going to help them. ]

Um, well, if you have any specific questions... ? I'll do my best to answer them for you~?

[Asahi nods a little, hair spilling over the pillows.] Yeah, but it still takes a lot of work to make it to that stage. I'm sure you work really hard. And... I dunno. I just want to know more about you in general...

[Asahi laughs self-deprecatingly.] I'm sorry. I'm kind of sentimental that way. We don't have to talk, we can just.. do stuff?

[ Oh, so he's self aware... ]

You're kind of fickle, huh?

[ It was this guy's idea that they talk! With a sigh, Nazuna tips himself to lay on his stomach. There are a couple seconds that pass with his eyes on the control panel at the head of the bed before he shifts again to look down at Asahi. ]

Do you think there's something wrong with that? Having that kind of attitude, I mean. Because it's not bad to be curious or do something your way, you know.

[ He tilts his head against a hand, humming. ]

Talking with Asachin isn't a problem, right?