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It’s been almost a month since they first had sex, and it’s been at the forefront of his mind ever since. He’s had a quite frankly embarrassing number of wet dreams since that night.
Even now, when he’s supposed to be listening to whatever Shouta is saying to him over his gin and tonic, all he can focus on is the timbre of his boyfriend’s voice, the way his words spring out from his chest in a low rumble that Hizashi feels rather than hears, deep in his bones.
He shivers a little and lets out a sigh that’s inaudible over the loud music blasting from the club’s speakers.
It’s really been too long. They’ve both been busy with work and life, and he understands, he really does, but he can’t help but find it a little unfair of Shouta to blow his mind like that and then leave him high and dry for a month. He wants more.
A hand comes to rest on the small of his back, startling him out of his thoughts. He turns to see Shouta staring at him, a mildly annoyed furrow to his brow.
“You’re the one who dragged me out here, and yet you’ve been distracted all night,” he says sourly. Hizashi’s eyes linger on his pout, suddenly hit with the visceral urge to suck on Shouta’s bottom lip. He quickly blinks the thought away.
“Sorry, what?” he asks sheepishly.
“What’s wrong with you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine!” Hizashi says quickly. He knocks back the rest of his drink. “I’m just a little out of it today, I guess.”
Actually he’s been out of it all month, but he isn’t quite sure how to admit that he’s been fantasizing about having sex again every spare minute of the day without sounding like a horny teenager.
Shouta’s hand on his back isn’t helping matters either. It’s always nice being touched by him, even in the smallest of ways, but really the contact just makes him crave more. He recalls the way his boyfriend’s hands felt against his bare skin, rough but gentle and--
“...Hizashi,” Shouta snaps.
He jumps in his stool. “What? Sorry, sorry!”
Shouta huffs, pulling away to give Hizashi a once-over that makes his cheeks burn in embarrassment. “We should leave. You must not be feeling well.”
“What? No, no, no!” Hizashi cries, hopping off the stool and latching onto Shouta’s arm. “I’m fine, really!”
The look he’s given tells him quite clearly that Shouta doesn’t believe him. “If you were really fine, you’d be out on the dancefloor with the others, instead of spacing out at the bar. You’re probably overworking yourself.” He slides off his seat. “Let’s go, I’m taking you home so you can rest.”
“Wait, no!” Hizashi exclaims, tightening his grip on Shouta’s arm. He hates ducking out early, especially when he’s already promised so many of their friends he’d dance with them later. Plus, it’s not their fault he’s distracted.
Shouta looks at him expectantly. Hizashi groans before finally leaning over to whisper his confession straight into Shouta’s ear.
“I’ve just been a little distracted because I keep replaying the last time you came over. It’s been too long.”
Shouta snorts. The worry on his face has rapidly shifted into amusement, but there’s something akin to mischief in his eyes when he smirks at Hizashi.
“Is that all? You should have said something sooner.”
Hizashi huffs. He’s grateful for the blue and purple lights that help hide the flush to his cheeks. “It’s kinda embarrassing, y’know.”
“No,” Shouta says, moving to return the favor by whispering in Hizashi’s ear. His lips brush against the shell of Hizashi’s ear as he speaks, making him weak in the knees. “It’s actually pretty hot knowing you’ve been so wound up. Come on, I’ll take care of you.”
“Wha-- wait, where are we going?” he asks as Shouta drags him away. They’re not heading towards the exit, he knows that much for sure, but it takes a few more seconds for him to realize their destination.
The men’s bathroom is somehow empty -- unlike the line snaking out the door for the ladies’ room -- and Shouta pushes him into an empty stall, locking it behind them.
Another question is on Hizashi’s lips but he has no time to ask it before his boyfriend is on him, pressing him against the barrier between the stalls and kissing him with fervor. Hizashi gives up on thinking, quickly winding his arms around Shouta’s neck, one hand tangling itself in his dark hair.
They only make out for a few seconds, but it’s enough to leave him breathless by the time Shouta breaks away to focus on his neck. “We have to be quick,” he murmurs as he trails kisses down Hizashi’s neck.
It takes the blond a few seconds to gather his thoughts. “What do you mean?” he asks. He whimpers when Shouta begins to work a hickey onto the sensitive flesh of his throat, and tilts his head to the side to give him easier access.
“Quick, and quiet,” Shouta adds right as he lifts Hizashi’s legs, forcing him to wrap them around his waist. The new angle makes it easy for Shouta to rock into him as he continues to suck on his neck, leaving more hickeys behind.
“Oh!” Hizashi gasps, tightening his hold so he won’t fall. Shouta’s apparently just as hard as he is, and the pressure of his clothed cock rubbing into Hizashi’s own is so good that he can already feel his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
“Shoutaaaaa,” he groans, trailing off when the friction makes him forget himself. Shouta gives him a warning look.
“R-Right, sorry,” he whispers before bringing a hand over his mouth. He can still hear his own pants and whimpers between his fingers, but it helps muffle most of the noise he makes as he lets Shouta dry hump him against the bathroom stall.
Shouta’s doing a remarkably better job at being quiet. The only sound that escapes him are his quiet, unsteady breaths as he grinds into Hizashi, chasing after the quick climax he’s promised them both.
It’s nothing at all like the last time. Where last time had been slow and careful and sweet, this is all desperation and lust, a filthy quickie in a dirty club bathroom. The thought makes him hotter than it should, has him arching up into Shouta’s hold, chasing after the friction of Shouta’s cock dragging up against his crotch. He’s so close, every muscle feels tightly wound, ready to spring with just the slightest nudge--
Shouta’s lips are by his ear again, his voice pitched low in that way Hizashi’s quickly becoming addicted to. “I’ll fuck you properly when we get home -- nice and slow and deep, but first I need you to cum before anyone catches us.”
At first, Hizashi isn’t sure which turns him on more: the promise of more sex or the prospect of someone walking in and overhearing them. The former is everything he’s been daydreaming about for weeks, but the latter? The latter has him keening, rocking needily against Shouta’s body as he cums, hoping for one delirious moment that someone really does come in and overhears him being fucked so well by his boyfriend.
Shouta picks up the pace, making Hizashi’s oversensitive body twitch a few times before he too finally cums, burying his face in Hizashi’s neck with a quiet groan.
They remain like that for a few moments, hearts beating louder in their chests than the music blaring just outside the bathroom door. When he finally catches his breath, Hizashi lets his feet drop back to the floor, standing on shaky legs. His underwear feels uncomfortably damp, but he can’t really complain when he’s finally gotten what he wanted. Plus, it makes him a little hot having the evidence of their little escapade soaked into his underwear.
“Thanks,” he mumbles, giving Shouta a long kiss. “I… I think I needed that.”
“You don’t have to thank me for that, you know,” Shouta replies quietly. He adjusts the waistband of his pants and grimaces. “You really should tell me sooner next time though. Now we have to go home like this.”
Once again, Hizashi feels a flicker of guilt for abandoning their friends out on the dancefloor, but it really can’t be helped this time, not with the mess he and Shouta have made in their pants. He digs out his phone.
“Just let me text the others and we can call a cab.”
“Are we going to my place or yours?”
Hizashi briefly glances up from his unfinished text, thinking. “Your place is closer.”
Shouta hums. “True. I’m out of lube though, just to let you know.”
“...Nevermind, we’re going to my place. I’m fully holding you to what you said earlier.”
Shouta chuckles as he unlocks the door. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
They slip away hand-in-hand; Hizashi’s practically buzzing with anticipation of what’s to come. After all, he’s got a month’s worth of pent-up sexual frustration to release.
It’s a good thing the night is still young.