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Tooru bit back a moan as he gripped tighter onto the edge of the counter he was currently bent over. He spread his legs farther, pushing his ass back into Wakatoshi’s waiting hands.
“Quiet, Tooru,” Wakatoshi said softly. “You don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”
Tooru turned, glaring at Wakatoshi, who raised his eyebrows in challenge before bending his head and pushing his tongue past Tooru’s rim.
Tooru bit his lip to hold back his moans and dropped his head down on his arms. Wakatoshi had been teasing him with his tongue for what felt like hours, although it was probably only a few minutes. His sense of time was all messed up, because 1) Wakatoshi was excellent with his tongue and 2) Tooru was aware of every second ticking by, because anyone could walk in on them at any time.
They were in the locker room after Wakatoshi’s volleyball practice. Hours after, long enough that Wakatoshi had assured him that they would be quite alone as he crowded him up against the lockers, and who was Tooru to say no to a good time?
This was not the first time they’d had sex where they could be caught. On the contrary, they seemed to have sex at every possible moment they could be alone. Handjobs in corners of the library, blowjobs in the bathrooms of bars they went to with friends, quick fucks against the wall in the locker room or, once, at the office of Wakatoshi’s part-time job. Tooru had had more sex in the past three weeks than he had in the past year (which wasn’t really saying much since he’d been busy with volleyball and school, but still).
And yes, Tooru was reluctant to admit, Wakatoshi was amazing at sex. He seemed to know exactly how to make Tooru come as fast or slow as he wanted and was always telling Tooru how good he was, which, of course, Tooru was always into being told how good he was.
And the things he could do with his mouth. Tooru pressed his own mouth into his arm and whimpered as Wakatoshi’s tongue moved inside of him, then around his rim before delving back in. So. Fucking. Good.
The second time they’d met up, after their weekly study session, Wakatoshi had laid Tooru on his bed and rimmed him for what seemed like eternity, teasing out his first orgasm of the night before fucking two more climaxes out of him and then topping it off with a blowjob that had Tooru completely wrung out and sobbing. Since then, Wakatoshi had done this a handful of times, and Tooru had never known how much he enjoyed it until now.
“Are you looking in the mirror, Tooru?” Wakatoshi asked, and Tooru jumped when he bit down lightly on his asscheek to get his attention. “You always look so pretty when you’re being fucked. You should watch yourself come undone.”
Tooru’s eyes drifted up to meet his own reflection. His cheeks were red, his eyes glazed with arousal, his hair slightly ruffled from when Wakatoshi had kissed him and then gently but firmly pressed his head down to bend him over the counter. He could see one of Wakatoshi’s hickeys on his collarbone, where it would normally be hidden under his shirt if he were standing, but his shirt hung just low enough like this to see it. And he knew there were so many others littering his skin.
He looked debauched. The sight was both humiliating to see on himself and so, so hot.
Without warning, Wakatoshi’s finger pushed inside of him next to his tongue and found his mark and Tooru gasped, only remembering at the last moment to clench his teeth around his moan as Wakatoshi palmed his balls, then swept his hand up to jerk him off.
“Toshi,” Tooru said, his voice something between a whisper and a screech, grasping tight onto the edge of the counter. His eyes were wide and pleading and he couldn’t look away from his face in the mirror as his orgasm swept over him. He’d never watched himself come before—he missed most of it this time too, if he were being perfectly honest. When he came back to himself, Wakatoshi was standing, watching him in the mirror too. His eyes were just going back to their normal brown, no golden glow in sight.
When Tooru had caught his breath he stood up, his legs still shaking. By now, he was used to Wakatoshi cleaning him up after their encounters and so he didn’t even flinch as Wakatoshi did so now, making sure that Tooru was redressed and presentable. He was a very thorough lover.
As the languidness faded, Tooru frowned, watching as Wakatoshi methodically cleaned the counter and threw the paper towels away. He looked down and saw the bulge in Wakatoshi’s pants. “You didn’t come.”
Wakatoshi shrugged, turning on the sink and washing his hands then rinsing his mouth. Tooru’s cheeks heated up as he watched. “It’s fine. I wanted to do it for you.”
Tooru pouted, folding his arms over his chest and cocking his hip out. “You do it for me all the time. What if I want to do it for you? I’m actually really good at blowjobs, you know, and I like giving them!”
Before Wakatoshi could say anything, the creak of a door made them both freeze. Wakatoshi finished packing his bag as footsteps echoed in the gym. “I’m hungry. We were getting dinner together, weren’t we?”
Tooru nodded and followed Wakatoshi out the door. They waved to Wakatoshi’s teammate, who had forgotten his keys, and Tooru shivered at the thought that if he’d been just five minutes earlier, he could have caught them in a very compromising situation.
They were quiet as they walked to a small restaurant right off of campus that they both visited regularly. Tooru studied Wakatoshi out of the corner of his eyes. He didn’t seem to notice, preoccupied with something on his phone and then with watching the sunset.
Once they took their seats and ordered, Tooru breached the subject he’d been thinking about on their walk. And, if he were being honest, for the past few weeks. “How does the feeding work? Are you stronger when you feed more regularly? Do I taste different than your other partners?”
Wakatoshi considered the question. Tooru had gotten used to the slow pace of Wakatoshi’s conversations—in fact, he was a little charmed by the way he always thought through his responses, always taking his questions seriously. “It’s not really like eating food,” he finally said. “It’s more like filling a glass with liquid. Full-blooded succubi and incubi use their energy reserves faster, but because I am not full- or even half-blooded, I don’t need it nearly as often. Once a week is good. Two weeks gets uncomfortable.”
“But, we have sex all the time,” Tooru pointed out. “Way more than once a week. Sometimes more than once a day, even.”
This time, it was Wakatoshi’s turn to blush. He cleared his throat. “If you want to change the cadence of our encounters, we certainly…”
“Oh my god, no,” Tooru cut him off. “That’s definitely not what I meant. I just meant that we have a lot of sex for you to only need it weekly.”
“It keeps my energy reserves full,” Wakatoshi said, his voice neutral in a way that Tooru was surprised to realize hid embarrassment. Before Tooru could prod to see if he could get a blush out of him, Wakatoshi changed the subject. “To answer your taste question, it’s not really like eating in that way, either. It’s more like… potency. Pleasure is the most potent, and the longer lasting. But adrenaline and other feelings of excitement also work, they just burn off faster.”
“So during a volleyball game,” Tooru starts, and Wakatoshi nods.
“There is a lot of energy I can consume from a game, especially if we win. Or, if I am watching, with the people who are cheering for the winning team. It doesn’t feel the same. But your potency is… more, than with other partners. I like it.”
Tooru hummed his understanding. If that were the end of his questioning, he would have been very pleased by the fact that Wakatoshi had all but told him that he liked him better than his other partners and asked him to tell him more. But he had a more pressing question to ask. He took a few bites of his food, wondering if there was a tactful way to approach his next question or to just jump in.
He decided on the latter. “So, then, what do you like when it comes to sex?”
The question seemed to stump Wakatoshi. He sat for almost a full minute in silence, eyebrows creased, before finally saying, “What do you mean?”
Tooru rolled his eyes. “What I mean is, if I don’t need to be at my peak pleasure all the time, you should let me help you feel good too.”
Wakatoshi’s frown got deeper. “I don’t understand. I always feel good when we’re having sex. I like to make you feel good.”
Tooru huffed. “I know,” he said, irritated that he couldn’t figure out how to phrase what he was thinking in a way that Wakatoshi would understand. “But, like today. After I came, you just stopped. And it’s not the first time you’ve done that.”
“We didn’t have time,” Wakatoshi pointed out. “And I wasn’t doing it for me, I was doing it for you.”
“Oh, my god, I swear you’re doing this on purpose,” Tooru said. “That’s my whole point! It’s totally fine if you want to do things like that for me sometimes. Most times, even. But I want to do it for you too, you know. Just because it doesn’t bring me to my optimal pleasure or whatever doesn’t mean that I don’t want to do it for you, too, or that I don’t enjoy it. Especially now that I know that you don’t need my pleasure every time we’re together. I know you like it when I…”
Tooru swallowed, his cheeks hot, but he soldiered on. He’d come a long way with talking about sex in public places in the last three weeks. “When I obey you, even when I don’t want to. When I’m left… well. We can… set boundaries. Do more of that. And also! I want to understand clearly what you like, so that I can help you feel good too. And I just really want to give you a blowjob.”
Tooru sighed, relieved to have finally gotten that off his chest. But he narrowed his eyes, suspicious when Wakatoshi shifted uncomfortably and didn’t answer. “Wait. You’ve had a blowjob before, haven’t you?”
“Of course,” Wakatoshi said quickly. Too quickly.
“Oh my god, you’ve never…”
“Yes, I have,” Wakatoshi cut Tooru off firmly. “It’s been awhile, true. I guess, if you want to…”
“I want to. But the question is, do you want to?” Tooru asked.
Tooru watched Wakatoshi’s cheeks turn red and smiled gleefully. He’d been so stalwart every time they talked about sex, shameless with his touches and his words, always leaving the embarrassment to Tooru. But now, the tables had turned and Wakatoshi had to acknowledge his preferences.
“If you want to, that would be nice,” Wakatoshi said and it took everything in Tooru not to make fun of the way he’d accepted it. “And we can… discuss your proposal. I think I would be interested in hearing more.”
“Great, are you busy tonight?” Tooru asked, watching Wakatoshi’s cheeks darken further.
“I still have a bit of homework,” he said.
“Well then, this’ll relax you,” Tooru said, shoveling the rest of his food into his mouth as quickly as possible, prodding Wakatoshi along when it was clear he was dragging his feet.
When they got to Wakatoshi’s, he pulled out his homework and spread it out on the table. It wasn’t the first time they’d done this—on the contrary, they studied together quite frequently, not confined to their weekly library dates now that they were fucking. It was clear not even five minutes in that neither of them would get anything done before Tooru’s offer was taken up on, so they went to Wakatoshi’s room, shutting the door behind them in case his roommate came home early.
As soon as the lock clicked into place, Tooru’s fingers made quick work of the button on Wakatoshi’s jeans. He pushed them down eagerly and dropped to his knees between Wakatoshi’s after he sat on the bed and kicked off his pants. He ran his hands up Wakatoshi’s thighs before grasping his cock and tugging lightly. He was very familiar with Wakatoshi’s cock by now, how the heft of it felt in his hand as it filled out with his arousal, how to twist his grip in a way that made Wakatoshi buck into his hand involuntarily, how sensitive his tip was. He glanced up at Wakatoshi, whose gaze was hot on him and sent a shiver through Tooru. “I can’t believe I waited this long to do this,” Tooru said. “Make sure you come in my mouth, okay?”
After that declaration, he proceeded to take Wakatoshi fully into his mouth.
Tooru wasn’t lying—he was good at blowjobs, with a minimal gag reflex that he’d learned quickly and easily how to work around. He felt Wakatoshi’s hands grasp his hair in surprise, his cock filling out fully in Tooru’s mouth. Tooru pulled off, only to tongue at the slit of Wakatoshi’s cock before taking him again, this time not quite as deep.
“Tooru,” Wakatoshi said, his voice strained. Tooru hummed around the length and Wakatoshi’s hips bucked at the sensation. Tooru bobbed his head, slowly getting lower and lower until he’d taken Wakatoshi’s now fully hardened length all the way, and then he looked up at Wakatoshi.
“Fuck, Tooru,” Wakatoshi breathed, and the awe in his eyes and voice made Tooru warm. He hummed and once again felt Wakatoshi buck into the warmth of his mouth.
He came off of Wakatoshi’s dick with a wet pop. “Use me, Toshi. I want you to.”
Wakatoshi mumbled something inaudible before tightening his fingers in Tooru’s hair. This time, Wakatoshi took control, guiding Tooru up and down on his length. Tooru’s eyes fluttered closed as Wakatoshi used his mouth, gripping onto Wakatoshi’s thighs as he began to lose control, his cock plunging deeper and more erratically down his throat. When Wakatoshi did finally come, Tooru took everything down like he said he wanted to before pulling off of Wakatoshi, panting. He laid his head against his thigh and felt Wakatoshi card his fingers through his hair.
“I told you I was good,” Tooru said.
“I didn’t doubt you,” Wakatoshi answered, sounding as winded as Tooru.
Tooru kissed his thigh before sitting up fully. “Good thing I left a toothbrush here last time,” he said with a smirk. “Now, how about we get some homework done before we go again?”