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Sae tossed around under his covers, unable to sleep.
He had been unbearably horny all day.
Most likely due to the fact he hadn’t got laid since he and Shidou had their messy break up.
And a whole month without sex may as well have been an entire year for Sae.
He shifted uncomfortably, failing to ignore the growing erection beneath him.
Sae groaned, running a hand of impatience through his hair, hips subconsciously grinding against the mattress.
He had recently tried going out to different bars to try and find possible hook up prospects, but, the more he looked around, the more flaws he found in everyone.
He started thinking that maybe no one would ever fit into his impossible standards.
In fact, the only person who ever had, was Shidou.
Sae’s face rustled in distaste as he thought about him.
God was he annoying.
With his stupid hair.
And his stupid face.
Sae huffed, not yet noticing how his hips subtly increased their pace.
His stupid arms.
His stupid abs.
Sae bit the inside of his lip, pressing down to put more pressure on his erection.
His stupid perfect ass.
His stupid massive dick.
Sae grunted, his hand automatically reaching down to cup his bulge through his boxers.
“Fuck it,” he muttered, blindly reaching for his phone on the night stand with one hand, palming himself with the other.
He opened his old chat with Shidou, the action feeling unfamiliar.
He hadn’t done so since their break up, bar the couple of times he had mistakenly went to text him out of habit.
Sae’s thumb scrolled up, ignoring the chat bubbles containing sappy messages and lukewarm selfies Shidou had forced them to take together on dates.
His hand tightened around both his phone and his cock when he landed on exactly what he’d been looking for.
One of the many nudes Shidou had sent him over the years.
Sae pressed play on the video, dragging his tongue along the roof of his mouth as he watched.
Shidou’s hand stroked up and down his thick length.
Sae swallowed, his own hand traveling beneath his boxers to wrap fingers around himself.
He mimicked Shidou’s pace on himself, wanting to feel what the latter had been feeling.
Sae hated how hot the video was.
How Shidou angled the camera in a way that effortlessly turned him on.
Sae circled his tip with his thumb, the rest of his hand pumping up and down the remainder of his dick.
He released an exhale of impatience when the video cut short, returning to his scrolling.
Sae finally paused, staring at the screen with a raised eyebrow.
An excessive amount of videos and pictures lighting up his screen.
He assumed this must’ve been from the week he’d been in Spain, judging by how both Shidou and himself had been sexting at multiple points throughout those days.
He tapped on the nearest video.
The camera was also angled down in this one, although it was held up further, Shidou’s face now fully visible.
Sae scowled.
Shidou’s usual manic grin was painted on his face as he ran his hand up and down his dick, letting out obnoxiously loud groans.
What an asshole.
Sae huffed, his wrist flicking at the end of each stroke, movements aggressive as he used the action to release his pent up frustration.
He glared at Shidou’s cocky expression, returning to searching for a new video.
This time, he landed on a clip from one of their old sex tapes.
Sae clicked his tongue, increasing the speed of his pumping hand.
He saw himself getting brutally pounded into the mattress, his back arched and his fingers tangled in the sheets.
He let out desperate pants with each of Shidou’s thrusts.
Sae rolled his eyes at how pathetic he had been, but his hand subconsciously clamped harder around himself at the memory.
He bit his lip, feeling himself get close while he watched Shidou’s hips buck back and forth in consecutive, harsh, movements.
Sae hated him.
Of course he did.
But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t still find him hot as fuck.
Small droplets of sweat covered his body, creating highlights all over his tanned skin.
His arms were slightly flexed from holding Sae down, and that same shit-eating grin was spread proudly across his face.
Sae moaned, continuing to jack himself off to the thought of the latter’s body.
On the screen, Shidou leaned forward, burying his head into the nape of Sae’s neck.
It wasn’t clear exactly what he was doing on camera, but Sae already knew he was biting along the side of his neck.
He remembered those specific marks had taken ages to heal.
Sae listened to his recorded yelps that synced up perfectly with every time Shidou sunk his teeth into his skin.
He whined, craving a similar sort of sharp sensation, his fingers hopelessly curling tighter around his length, hips jumping up to meet each stroke.
He felt his cock throb beneath his grip, and a tingle shot through his lower abdomen, signifying he was getting closer.
Sae went on another hunt, his thumb clumsily darting across the screen.
He flinched as he accidentally tapped the call button.
Shit.
Shit shit shit.
He groaned in impatience, messily exiting out of it before pressing play on another old sex tape.
Sure, accidentally calling your ex is embarrassing as fuck, but Sae had more important things to do.
So he’d simply have to explain himself later.
This video was of him riding Shidou.
He watched himself bounce up and down on Shidou’s dick, seeing it disappear and reappear with every movement.
He whimpered as he reminisced on the action, wanting to feel Shidou’s thickness fill him out once again.
His eyes lingered on how Shidou’s hands gripped his sides like he never wanted to let go.
Sae could almost feel the ghost of his touch.
He recalled the finger-shaped bruises that would constantly decorate his sides from times like that where Shidou would hold them.
How Shidou would stare at his work in triumph the morning after.
Sae’s brows were furrowed in irritation, yet he groaned in pleasure as he spread precum around his tip in small circles with his thumb, the rest of his hand still jerking up and down.
Purposely using the same method Shidou would use when he gave him handjobs.
Sae watched Shidou’s hands claw at his torso and finally let go.
He whimpered, ropes of cum shooting from his cock, creating a small pool on his lap.
His breath hitched at the orgasm, but he didn’t give himself time to rest.
Sae shifted so he was lying on his stomach, a hand instantly shooting behind himself to tug his boxers further down his thighs.
He still wanted more.
He shoved two fingers in his mouth, sucking on them until there was an efficient amount of saliva coating his skin.
Sae aligned his finger tips with his twitching hole, pounding them inside himself.
He let out a shameless moan at the sensation, back arching when he grazed off his prostate.
His other hand gripped the bedsheets, his phone face down on the bed, forgotten.
He didn’t need to watch anything, he’d seen Shidou naked so many times that it wouldn’t be impossible for him not to have every inch of his body memorized.
His eyes shut while he tried his best to pretend his fingers were Shidou’s.
Sae’s mind was flooded with images of the man.
The earlier hatred seemed to be diluted by pure lust.
He gave an excessively loud whine every time his fingers pounded against his walls.
His hips simultaneously bucked back and forth, seeking friction for his dick against the bedsheets.
He slid another finger into his throbbing hole, the sensation making his toes clench.
Sae’s free hand desperately clenched the duvet, his knuckles whitening from the hold.
“Shit,” he sputtered, lashes fluttering as he moved up to meet each thrust.
He grunted, shivers running down his spine every time he made contact with his prostate.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” he exclaimed, hissing as his cock practically vibrated beneath him.
His mind was completely focused on Shidou.
Shidou’s touch lingering on his body.
Hands urgently grabbing him all over, like they were scared he was going to disappear.
Fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it once he got close.
Lips overlapping with and tugging at his own.
Muscular body trapping him against the mattress.
Tongue trailing down his cheek, catching Sae’s desperate tears on its tip.
Shidou knew Sae’s body better than anyone.
Sae had to physically restrain himself from moaning the name, Ryusei into the covers he was nuzzled in.
He pumped into himself, actions laced in desire.
Longing for his fingers to be those of who he was craving.
Fuck.
Did he miss Shidou?
Sae’s fingers entered his ass one last time before he fell over the edge.
He let out one last low moan before he emptied his load, more seed spilling into the pile beneath him.
His pace gradually slowed until he came to a stop, keeping his fingers inside of himself, like Shidou did with his dick after sex.
He’d always insisted it made Sae ‘more likely to get pregnant’.
Sae sighed and removed his fingers, not finding it in him to mirror the actions of the latter any longer.
He gave a flat hum as he rolled back onto his back, picking up his phone to mindlessly scroll through social media.
“Aww man! Don’t tell me the show’s over already?”
Sae froze.
He knew that voice.
He knew that voice too well.
Sae instantly tossed his phone to the other side of the bed like it had burned him.
Shit.
Had he unknowingly pressed play on another video or a voice note or something?
Yeah.
That had to be it.
Sae hesitantly picked his phone back up, pausing when he viewed the screen.
Internally groaning when he read the words ’Ongoing Call’ and ’Ryusei’, side by side.
“I know you’re there,” he sang from the other line, “Don’t get shy on me now!”
Sae clicked the red hang up button at the speed of light, cautiously placing his phone back beside him.
He exhaled exasperatedly, shaking his head from side to side while he walked to the bathroom to clean himself up.
He’d barely reached the doorway before his phone rang.
Sae scowled, stomping back toward the bed to decline.
It immediately rang again.
Decline.
Ring.
Decline.
Ring.
Decline.
Ring.
The infuriating pattern continued until Sae groaned, pressing accept just to get the sound to stop.
“What?” he barked out, voice dripping in impatience.
He heard a familiar, obnoxiously loud, laugh boom from the other end.
“Don’t ‘what’ me! You just fucking jacked off on call with me.”
Sae’s eyes narrowed.
“Well it obviously wasn’t on purpose you dumbass.”
Shidou giggled, “Are you mad? Are you doing the cute little thing where your nose gets all rustled up?”
Sae glanced at the nearby mirror, purposely smoothening out his features.
“Shut up.”
He could practically hear Shidou grin on the other end.
“You gonna tell me how you ‘accidentally’ called me mid orgasm?”
“Thought I told you to shut up.”
“Oooh! Looks like someone’s avoiding the question,” Shidou drawled, sounding just about happy enough to piss Sae off.
“Why do you care?”
Shidou sighed dramatically, “Hmmm… let’s think about this for a second,” he mumbled to himself, ignoring Sae’s question.
Sae rolled his eyes.
“Little Itoshi Sae was rubbing one out, then he somehow stumbled upon our chat and called me,” he let out an over the top gasp, "Does that mean he’d already been going through our messages?”
Sae glared at the wall, mostly because Shidou had reached a correct epiphany, and partially because Shidou had called him something other than Sae-Chan or Lashes for the first time.
“Maybe,” he murmured, not finding it in him to lie.
A triumphant whoop was heard on the other end, followed by a loud bang of God knows what hitting the floor.
“So you touched yourself to me? Which picture… or was it a sex tape?” Shidou rambled eagerly, acting like some energetic little puppy.
“Stop talking about it,” Sae hissed, face dripping in contempt.
“Nah, don't be embarrassed… I was jerking off too!”
“What?”
“Yep! I just went on mute so you wouldn’t hear me and hang up,” Shidou sang, sounding awfully proud of himself.
“What the fuck were you getting off on?”
“Your little whimpers,” Shidou explained, saying it like it was the most obvious thing ever, “You got especially loud when you started fingering yourself.”
Sae shook his head, brows ruffled in confusion as to how Shidou knew he had been fingering himself.
“Was it a video call?”
“Huh? What? No.”
“Then how’d you know?” Sae asked vaguely.
“Know that you were fingering yourself?” Shidou teased, and Sae knew from his tone that he was smirking.
“Yeah.”
“Well… I dunno. The sounds are a little different and you get more whiny.”
“Whiny?”
“Yes, whiny. You were all ‘Fuck.. shit’,” Shidou mimicked Sae’s moans in an exaggerated fashion.
“I’m hanging up again.”
“Wait no.. w-,”
Shidou was cut off by Sae ending the call.
He sighed and collapsed down onto the bed.
Fuck did Sae find that man annoying.
But… then why did he still want to get fucked by him so bad?
Shidou just knew how to work Sae so effortlessly.
He knew exactly what words would get Sae horny.
He knew exactly where to touch him to get him bricked within seconds.
He knew exactly how to get him pissed off, exactly how to make him laugh, exactly how to make his stomach jump.
He knew Sae.
More than anyone ever had.
More than even Sae himself ever had.
And that’s why, ten minutes later, Sae got a knock on his door.
And why Shidou ended up giving him exactly what both of them had been wanting ever since they’d broken up.