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Taki and Yuma have a relationship hard to define. They’re not exactly boyfriends, but not just friends either. They wouldn’t call it friends with benefits, because they kiss and cuddle and have breakfast together. But they’re not boyfriends. Yuma does love Taki, but he wouldn’t say he’s exactly in love with him, and he’s pretty sure he feels the same. It works for them and that’s all that matters.
When either of them have something new they’d like to try in bed, the other is at their door in under five minutes. And there are times when they don’t have either time or energy for anything, so they stay out of each other’s way for the time being. That’s why they’re not boyfriends, because boyfriends would be with each other even in those times, there is no need for them to be.
Sometimes Yuma’s being exceptionally mean and evil, that’s when he doesn’t cut Taki any slack. They’ve experimented with so many things already, most of them being recommended by Yuma and Taki immediately being on board. Even if at first glance Taki looks innocent and soft, he’s just as big of a freak as Yuma is.
Throughout the years, Yuma has discovered that he’s insanely into any sort of denial or refusal. Let it be bladder control, orgasm denial or even cutting Taki’s senses off. Anything that makes the experience harder for him, he’s in for it. And since Taki’s a people pleaser, he’ll do anything Yuma asks him to, mostly because he loves having him be a little mean. Luckily, Yuma’s a professional at that.
He’s had Taki in blindfolds, handcuffs, his limbs tied, gagged, and on special occasions, all of the above. That’s when he has to rely on his hearing alone. The thrill of not seeing or knowing what’ll happen to you next he loves. Yuma has full freedom over what he can do to him then. Of course they’ve discussed it all before and know the limits to which he is allowed to go, not like there’s a lot. He enjoys edging him the most. Seeing Taki shake and cry from his painful touch could probably make him cum just from looking.
Yuma knows exactly what Taki needs, being this close to him for so many years, he’s studied his body language thoroughly. He comes home from practice, the gym or whatever, and he’s usually really pent up afterwards. Taki’s so easy to rile up that being perceived alone can rile him up, What fun are concerts then. They usually hide backstage or in the bathroom, blowing each other. For stress relief, of course. So far, they haven’t been caught yet, but by how reckless they are, it’s bound to happen sooner than later.
One day, Yuma felt like being a little bitch, again. He knew exactly when Taki was done with his gym session, and decided on waiting for him outside the building. So out of character, since he’s never done that before. And he was aware of that. Aware that it’ll throw Taki off guard. And it did. Taki was incredibly flustered when Yuma appeared outside the door with his beautifully annoying face.
Since he was already pent up from the workout, sweaty and out of breath, seeing Yuma only made it worse. Taki whined the entire walk back to the dorms how he made him pop a boner at a time he can’t jerk off. That only made Yuma laugh, because, obviously, he knew what he was doing, now making him limp back while laughing in his face
Who would Taki be if not at least a little masochistic. He has to be if he’s been putting up with Yuma and his bullshit for this long already, and having him laugh at him is only making the situation in his pants worse. The dorms are luckily relatively close to the gym. Taki runs to his room and Yuma chases behind him, entering the room before he could shut the door in his face.
“I wanna touch you, Taki. Can I?”
Like he’d ever say no to him. Almost like he physically can’t deny him. Taki’s body has a full reaction to his words. When Yuma looks at him with those pleading eyes and his high-pitched voice, he becomes completely useless. Who wouldn’t be? Yuma’s voice is enchanting, makes anyone do anything he wants, and Taki loves every second of it.
The room suddenly felt much tighter and when Yuma approached Taki who walked backwards until he hit the bed, sitting on it. He looked up at him with a sort of sparkle in his eyes. His eyes answered the question for him. Yuma knows the look on his face far too well. He places his hands next to Taki’s legs and brings his face down to his ear, whining a little. Taki’s face flushes a deep red when the hot breath from Yuma’s mouth touches his ears. His back straightens and he closes his thighs, all blood rushing to his dick. Yuma moves his hands to his knees and spreads Taki’s legs apart, keeping them open.
“What’s wrong, puppy? Kitty got your tongue?”
Taki swears he’ll bust in his pants at any moment, if Yuma doesn’t hurry up and touch him. But Yuma’s mean, evil and often prone to indulge despair. That despair is refusing to touch Taki until he’s crying and begging for Yuma. He hopes and prays tonight won’t be one of those moments of despair. “J-just touch me, please~” He whimpers quietly, so quietly Yuma wouldn't have heard it, if he hadn’t been that close to his face.
“Lay down then, and take your pants off. I can’t do everything for you.” Yuma rolls his eyes playfully before he sits on the bed, waiting for Taki to finish undressing. The era of awkwardness is long gone, so he discards his pants and underwear relatively fast, if we ignore his clumsiness and stumbling over his own feet. After the bottom half of his body was naked, Taki laid down on the bed. His face was already fucked up from all the stalling. The look in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks made Yuma even more excited to ruin him further.
He settled between Taki’s legs, laying down on his stomach, and placing his head on his thigh, looking up at him prettily. Taki’s cock twitches on his stomach, making Yuma giggle annoyingly. “So, so needy, oh my god.” His fingers glide from Taki’s leg up to the base of his dick, one of them going up and down the length, making him whimper softly. Yuma grants him pleasure, finally, by wrapping his hand around Taki’s as he starts moving it up and down.
At first the movements are lazy and slow, there is barely any friction, because Yuma refuses to touch his tip and spread the precum over the dick. Taki’s hips jerk up into his hand and Yuma bites down onto the flesh of his thighs, clicking his tongue afterwards. “Don’t do that, Taki. You know you’re not allowed.” Taki almost cried out loud. Yuma’s movements were so painfully slow he could die. “P-please Yuma…faster-” Gosh, his voice was whinier than ever and Yuma absolutely loves it. He kisses his thigh before spitting in his hand and on his tip.
The next slide of his hand along Taki’s shaft was euphoric. The friction increased and he was already closer to finishing. Yuma continued on kissing and nibbling on his skin, his teeth in his legs, bringing out whinier moans from Taki. Heat pooled deep inside Taki’s belly when Yuma started sliding his thumb over the slit, each time his hand came to the head of his cock. Butterflies flooded his insides when he looked down and saw Yuma looking up at him. He was smiling and pouting at him, and fuck was he the prettiest thing he’s ever seen.
Taki’s whines become louder when he nears his release and Yuma feels it. He feels his balls tighten at the base, so he speeds up, jerking him off faster. Yuma squeezes his dick every other stroke and sees Taki’s eyes shut when he starts saying his name over and over again. That’s when Yuma knows he’s close. And he won’t let him finish that easily. When Yuma stops touching him and retracts his hand, Taki almost screams.
“W-what?! Please Why’d you stop please. I-m so close!~”
“Oh, I know that. But you’re not coming yet. That’s boring.” Yuma smiles cheekily. Fuck, he’s annoying.
It takes a few minutes for Taki to relax again, his dick starting to lower. Full of joy, Yuma wraps his slender fingers around his cock again and starts stroking him again. Taki had his eyes closed when it happened, and they shot open immediately. It took all of his self control that he doesn’t jerk his hips up and fuck himself into Yuma’s hand.
“Try and last a little longer before you orgasm this time. You can do that, right?”
Taki nods mindlessly, being too out of it to fully register Yuma’s words. The overwhelming feeling of a returning orgasm spreads over Taki’s body and he starts crying. The tears slowly fall down his cheeks, leaving stains in the makeup. Yuma loves seeing him whine and sob so much. hetruly looks ethereal and all because of him.
He brings Taki close to the edge at least two more times. Retracting his hand right before he could spill all over himself. By the time he’s done it three times, Taki’s a crying and shaking mess. His dick hurts, his body aches and he desperately needs relief. His hands fly into Yuma’s hair, pulling on it instead of jerking his hips. He’s been such a good boy today, keeping still, and obeying.
Yuma moves his head in his hand, enjoying the pulling very much. That earned Taki a few brownie points with Yuma. He spat on his cock again before stroking him faster, a contrast to many rounds of horrendous slow movements. Taki’s voice hitches when he’s close yet again, praying silently that Yuma’ll let him cum this time. He starts crying harder and his thighs shake, again. When Yuma doesn’t move his hand, Taki takes it as a sign to jerk up his hips, which he allows him this time. The feeling is euphoric. Taki fucks Yuma’s hand and after not even four strokes, he releases all over himself into his hand. Taki’s voice fills the room when he cries out his name, every member definitely hearing them going at it once again.
“Good job. You did relatively better than I expected, puppy~”
There he goes being annoying again not even a minute after he nearly killed him. Taki groans in response and kicks Yuma away from him. “At least clean me up…”
“No, I don’t think I will. You’re a big boy, do it yourself.”
Yeah, Taki’s definitely not in love with Yuma.