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They had spent the Saturday afternoon playing video games in Josuke's living room. The times Okuyasu had played a video game could be counted on one hand, so it wasn't surprising that he was facing a spectacular defeat. Luckily, Tomoko had kicked them out before they could finish, saying that they were young and needed to play outside.
They spent the first hour traipsing around town while Josuke complained about not getting to spend Saturday how he wanted.
"We didn't even get to finish our last match!" He exclaimed, his hands clenching in front of himself in frustration.
"We can play some more when yer mom goes to bed tonight." Okuyasu pointed out diplomatically. Personally, he wasn't a fan of the fighting games Josuke was so enthralled with, but he liked spending time with his friend, even if he didn't know any of the special moves and had to resort to button mashing.
"Yeah, I guess that's true." Josuke pouted his lip out and looked up at the sky. "Still, she could've at least let us finish the match we had going." His eyes slid to the side to look at Okuyasu. "I guess it doesn't matter anyways." He threw a playful elbow at Okuyasu. "We both know I was gonna win."
"Hey!" Okuyasu grinned and elbowed him back. "I coulda won!"
"Fat chance!"
They dissolved into laughs as they grappled briefly. Josuke was far more dexterous though and managed to get Okuyasu into a headlock.
"Admit it! Admit I would've won!"
Okuyasu tried to weasel his head out from the arm around his neck but only managed to squish his cheek against Josuke's side.
"Josuke, ya bastard!"
Josuke's response was to tighten his grip. Okuyasu's heavy breathing was cut off in a wheeze, and he could feel his face going red.
"I won't let go until you admit defeat!"
No matter how much he wiggled, Josuke had him thoroughly at his mercy. His lungs were starting to burn and his head was starting to feel light. And, he noticed with a little confusion, his stomach was fluttering with excitement. Okuyasu stopped struggling and focused on his breathing. They horsed around all the time, but for some reason he was completely out of breath, and not just because his windpipe was being partially cut off.
He grunted in defeat and held onto Josuke's arm. "I give." His words came out in a dry croak. The fact of the matter was, he didn't really give up. In fact, he would be content staying just the way they were. But the problem at that moment was that he could feel himself getting hard, for whatever godforsaken reason.
He could hear the devilish grin in Josuke's voice. "Hmm, sorry, you'll have to speak up."
He let out a noise of frustration, but it came out sounding a little too close to a moan. "You win. I give up, man."
Josuke hummed again as if considering his words before finally letting go with a triumphant laugh.
"That's right, I'm the victor, baby!" Okuyasu straightened up while rubbing his neck and Josuke pointed at him. "And don't you forget it!"
"Yeah, yeah." Okuyasu mumbled, casting a quick look at his pants. Luckily, they were fairly baggy and hid his considerable hard-on.
Josuke slapped him on his back and pumped his fist in the air before pointing down the road. "Loser has to buy ice cream!"
Okuyasu groaned good-naturedly. Good thing he had grabbed a few hundred yen from home.
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Okuyasu tossed his remote to the side as the screen flashed Josuke's success.
"Ugh, I just ain't no good at these things, Josuke."
Josuke's victorious smile fell into a warm one as he leaned back on his arms and stretched his legs out in front of him. "You almost had me that time. You forced me to pull out my special move and everything."
Okuyasu didn't believe it, but it made him feel better nonetheless. He yawned and looked at the clock on the wall. It was nearly two in the morning. "You wanna go another round?"
"Nah, I think I'm done for the night." Josuke's socked toes wiggled absently. "Well, done with the game at least. We can still goof around."
"Whaddya wanna do?"
"Hmm." Josuke leaned his head to the side. "I'm the one who decided we should play games, so you should pick."
Okuyasu crossed his arms and returned the thoughtful hum. "I dunno....whaddya in the mood for?"
"Whatever you're in the mood for."
Okuyasu tried to think of something but came up blank. "I ain't no good at pickin' things," He sighed.
"Gahhh, Okuyasu!" Josuke reached out and wrapped his hands loosely around his neck. He shook Okuyasu gently as he pretended to strangle him. "Choose something, already!"
If there was any hope for him thinking up something for them to do, it went flying out the window as soon as Josuke's hands touched his neck. A single thought popped into his head at that moment.
Harder.
Alarmed at his own weird desires, he quickly batted Josuke's hands away. It was a little more forceful than he had intended, making Josuke flinch. Josuke's arms fell to his sides and they both grew quiet for a few moments.
"Are you okay, Okuyasu?" Josuke's voice was low with concern. "Did I do something wrong?"
His tongue felt numb and clumsy as he carefully chose his words. "I just...think ya shouldn't choke me, even if yer pretendin'."
Josuke's eyes widened before his face crumbled with guilt. "I'm sorry, man...I was just joking. I didn't know you didn't like it."
"Nah, no, you didn't do nothin' wrong!" Okuyasu felt terrible for making Josuke pull such an ashamed face. "It's not that I don't like it, it's..." God, this was so embarrassing, but he'd rather tell the truth than have Josuke feel like he had done something to hurt him. "It's that's I, uh...do like it, you know?"
Josuke looked confused for a split second before understanding dawned on him. "Ohhhh." It was his turn to look embarrassed. "That's, um," He crossed his arms. "That's interesting."
Okuyasu rubbed the side of his face. "Sorry, I can't really help it."
Josuke shook his head and smiled. "Nah, there's nothing to be sorry about. I'm just thinking."
Okuyasu was expecting Josuke to continue, so when he didn't they were left in an awkward silence. Okuyasu kept his eyes down for the most part, but did sneak a few looks at his friend, who was obviously deep in thought.
Just when Okuyasu felt he couldn't take the tense quiet between them any longer, Josuke leaned back on his arms again and frowned.
"The first time we met, I...did that to you. Is that what made you realize?"
"Huh," He remembered back to their first meeting, how they had fought. A lot of it was fuzzy to him, but he did vaguely recall laying on the ground with Josuke's hand around his neck. Had he been excited then? "I can't really remember." Okuyasu answered honestly. "But maybe."
"So is it..." Josuke rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes slid to the side. "Is it only exciting when I do it?"
He couldn't believe they were having this conversation. It was odd and made him feel far too hot. "I'm not sure." He mumbled, keeping his eyes fixed on the carpet. "Maybe."
"Sorry for being so weird. I'm just thinking, that's kinda a dangerous thing to be into, and all."
"It's not like I go 'round askin' people to do it to me." Okuyasu said petulantly.
"I know," Josuke smiled. "I know that, man. It's just...I only want you to do things like that with someone you trust, you know?"
Okuyasu nodded, feeling like a child who was being scolded.
"Do you trust me, Okuyasu?"
Okuyasu huffed and finally brought his eyes up to meet Josuke's "Course I do."
"So..." Josuke raised his eyebrows and leaned his head forward. Obviously he was getting at something that Okuyasu didn't understand.
"S-so...?"
Josuke pursed his lips and puffed his cheeks out before letting the air out in an exasperated sigh. "So like, if you like it so much, I don't mind, you know..." He seemed to struggle to find his next word. "Um, indulging you a bit, and stuff."
"Wh--" Okuyasu felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head. "What, really?"
"Well I mean, I'd rather you do it with me than some stranger." Josuke shrugged and looked down, embarrassed. "So you don't get hurt or anything."
"Wouldja really do that for me?" Okuyasu rubbed his arm as his heart thumped madly in his chest. "That'd be pretty nice..."
Josuke looked at him, and Okuyasu saw that he was breathing fast. "We could do it right now, if you want to. Just to try it out."
Okuyasu could already feel his dick getting hard, just at the prospect.
"Yeah, we could try it..."
Josuke licked his lips nervously and got up from the floor. He turned off the game system and motioned for Okuyasu to follow him. "We should probably go to my room."
"Y-yeah." Okuyasu had a hard time standing up on account of his shaky legs. As he followed Josuke down the short hall, it felt like he was walking precariously on two stacks of gelatin.
He had been in Josuke's room countless times, but this time everything seemed different. It was like everything was more sharp and in focus. It was how he saw things during a fight. He figured it must have something to do with the tight, nervous thrumming in his stomach and the jitters he felt resounding in his limbs. It was the same way he felt in those intense battles. He didn't really know that much about adrenaline, but he figured that it must be what was causing the weird phenomenon.
With the door securely locked and the singular light casting them in stark brightness, they stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, neither unsure of how to proceed.
"Should we get on the bed?" Josuke whispered, shuffling on his feet.
Okuyasu matched his volume, "Yeah, that'd be fine."
They stood still for a few seconds before both making their way to Josuke's bed. Josuke was the first to sit, and Okuyasu followed, keeping a few inches between them.
"Okay," Josuke breathed in deeply and let it out in a gentle puff. "We should definitely have some sort of code."
"A code?"
"You know, so you can tell me to stop if you need to."
"Oh." That made sense. Gosh, Josuke was smart. He really admired that about him. "What should it be?"
Josuke puckered his lips out briefly. "It should be something simple..." His eyes brightened. "How about you flip me the bird?"
For some reason, Okuyasu found the thought hilarious. He snorted out a surprised laugh and Josuke grinned.
"What?"
"Nothin'," Okuyasu grinned back, "Just thought it was funny. But yeah, that'll work."
Josuke laughed too, short and full of nerves, just like Okuyasu's had been. "Okay, um...should we just--" He raised his hand but stopped it midway between them.
Okuyasu swallowed hard and tilted his head up, exposing his neck more. "Y-yeah, just...go ahead."
Josuke's jaw clenched and he gave a curt nod before bringing his hand forward again. When his fingers closed around Okuyasu's throat, he noted that they were cold and clammy.
They looked at each other for a tense moment before the fingers slowly started to close. At first, Okuyasu could only feel the pressure of them against his skin, but then his windpipe began to get tight and his breaths came out with more difficulty. He grunted and balled his hands into fists as his lungs had to work harder to drag in each gasp. His body, before filled with jittery tension, shivered and loosened, making him feel like he was melting into the heat he felt in his throat and groin.
"Ahh-ghh--" His breathy sound was cut off as Josuke squeezed a little harder. He was starting to feel a little fuzzy and distant. It was such a unique sensation, like his throat and skull had been packed with cotton. His eyes slid shut and his mouth fell open in an empty pant.
Josuke let go with a soft "Fuck," before rubbing gently at Okuyasu's neck. "Was that too much?"
Every breath he dragged in burned his lungs and gave him an amazing headrush, almost like when he had gotten drunk.
"Don't stop," His words felt sticky on his dry tongue. He brought his hand up to Josuke's and squeezed it. "Keep goin'." But then he had an idea that was so tantalizing he acted on it immediately, without a second thought. Holding Josuke's hand in place, he laid back on the bed, forcing Josuke to come with him. After a bit of repositioning, Josuke was straddled on his waist, his violet eyes wide and just a touch nervous. But, Okuyasu noted in his excitement-muddled mind, there was heat behind those eyes.
Josuke shuffled a little closer on his knees before tentatively resting his weight on Okuyasu, only to lift himself up a second later, his cheeks flushed. Okuyasu knew exactly why he was embarrassed but didn't bother to apologize. A part of him wanted Josuke to know how exciting he found this.
He saw Josuke's eyes flicker about as he debated what to do, but in the end, he gently lowered himself down, his ass pressed flush against Okuyasu's thick erection. Okuyasu's thighs trembled as he fought the urge to rut into the pressure against him. He was doing well to control himself, but as Josuke leaned over and wrapped his hand around his neck, he couldn't help himself. He was gentle with the movement, letting his hips curl just slightly, but it made both of them gasp.
Josuke's eyes had been wide, but as he began to squeeze Okuyasu's throat they fell into a heated half mast. God, he looked pretty like that. Okuyasu gurgled out a moan and grabbed Josuke's hips as his airway was slowly cut off, the fuzzy feeling quickly blanketing over him once again.
"Fuck, Okuyasu," Josuke bit his lip and joined his other hand at his throat. "You look, nnn, really lewd right now."
If Okuyasu could speak, he would have said something like, 'Look who's talking'. Josuke looked downright gorgeous, his brow knit and his lips parting to breathe out little gasps every time Okuyasu rubbed his cock up against him.
They held eye contact as Josuke applied more pressure, causing Okuyasu to open his mouth and let out a high-pitched wheeze. He could still bring in air, but the amount wasn't nearly enough, and soon his vision grew spotty with big black splotches and his lungs ached. He writhed and stuck his tongue out, to which Josuke leaned down and met with his own. He was oddly detached from the kiss, only vaguely aware of Josuke's wet tongue sliding into his dry mouth. The steadily mounting heat in his lungs and cock made it hard to focus on anything else.
When Josuke let go, Okuyasu heaved in air and arched his back, the oxygen high making his extremities tingle. He wanted to tell Josuke to keep going, but his friend was preoccupied with something else. He blinked the spots in his vision away and leaned his head up to see Josuke hastily unfastening his pants.
"I'm sorry," Josuke's words were thick and rushed, "I can't, ahh, can't take it anymore."
Okuyasu didn't mind in the slightest. He watched as Josuke pulled his cock out, paler and leaner than Okuyasu's, but still considerable. Okuyasu had never really thought about his sexuality, but with the way his stomach tightened and trembled at the sight of Josuke's pretty cock, he knew he definitely wasn't straight.
Okuyasu didn't know what Josuke was planning as he lifted up and began unfastening Okuyasu's pants as well. Whatever it was, it was more than fine by him.
The air felt great on his engorged cock, but not as great as the eager hand that pulled him out. Josuke moaned and gave it a few light strokes before bringing his hips back down so their lengths were pressed against each other. With them together like that, Okuyasu could really admire how they contrasted with each other. His cock head was bigger and darker, which highlighted how elegant Josuke's seemed to be. Josuke curled his hips forward softly, causing Okuyasu's foreskin to drag forward and roll over his head as Josuke's pulled back and showed off his deep, leaking slit.
"Fuck," Josuke let his weight collapse onto Okuyasu, trapping their cocks between their stomachs. "F-fuck, ahh--" He began a desperate rutting, their dry shafts snagging against each other and their precum dampening both of their shirts.
It hurt to use his voice, but he couldn’t stop himself. He was whining with every thrust, the stimulation of the shirt cloth and Josuke’s hot cock skin dizzying and the scratchy hotness of his throat only elevating the whole situation.
But as good as it was, it wasn’t perfect. He blindly reached for Josuke’s hand in a silent plead, and Josuke understood immediately. His hands came back to Okuyasu’s throat and squeezed again. The happy moan Okuyasu let out was cut off in a thick rasp. Fuck, he was close, just a little more, a little more—
Josuke let out a high, needy noise and his movements grew jerky as warm semen spurted against Okuyasu’s dick and quickly soaked into his shirt. With a few clumsy thrusts Josuke’s body went rigid and the hands on his neck tightened to a point that Okuyasu couldn’t take in any air. The feeling of short nails biting into his skin and the empty attempts to take in breath finally pushed him over his limit. He could feel his adam’s apple fighting to move against Josuke’s grasp as he let out a silent cry and his back rose from the bed. The black spots appeared in his sight again, this time making his open eyes completely sightless. Everything in his world at that moment seemed to focus solely on his cock, messily shooting and jerking roughly against Josuke’s own twitching erection.
He couldn’t imagine anything feeling better but was proven wrong as Josuke’s hands released his throat and his lungs filled with cool air. The rush from it made him feel like he was hitting a second orgasm. His body shook almost uncontrollably as he caught his breath and felt blood rush to his brain.
“Okuyasu,” A kiss was brushed against his jaw, then his chin. “Okuyasu.”
Josuke placed soft kisses all across his face and whispered his name lovingly as they both slowly came down from their climaxes. Eventually, their mouths met in a slow, sweet kiss.
When they got their breath back, Josuke leaned up enough to meet his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice came out in a raspy croak.
Josuke frowned. “You sound like shit. I might have overdone it a bit.”
Josuke reached out and touched his throat, and Okuyasu knew that he was about to summon Crazy Diamond.
“Wait,” He grabbed Josuke’s hand and gave him a small, shy smile. “Can ya leave it like this for a little while longer?”
Josuke looked reluctant, but finally sighed and rested his head against Okuyasu’s chest. “You’re so weird.” He nuzzled into his shirt. “But that’s why I like you so much. Weirdo.”
Okuyasu grinned and threaded his fingers through Josuke’s hair.
“I like ya a lot too.”