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Mayoi, much to his own embarrassment, finds himself… noticing things.
Usually it wouldn’t be much to write home about, like how Hiiro is slowly improving his choreography, or how Tatsumi’s vocals are softer than usual, but this… this is different. This is a problem.
The problem in question is Rinne, who’s been visiting during practice to offer pointers and cheer Hiiro on. At first, Mayoi was thankful; Rinne’s been in the industry longer than any of them and is obviously doing something right. But now Rinne’s presence has been affecting him negatively more than anything.
Mayoi swallows as Rinne’s shirt lifts to show Tatsumi a complicated dance move, his belly button piercing glinting in the sunlight.
He understands now why Crazy:B’s shows are so transfixing, how he can’t look away during Rinne’s performances. Because Rinne is distracting.
Mayoi’s track pants suddenly feel too tight, and he tries to adjust himself inconspicuously and hope it’s not obvious. His face is burning hot despite the heat, and he stares as Rinne lets out a barking laugh, tongue piercing obvious as it peeks out from his lips.
Mayoi covers his drooling mouth and hopes Hiiro wouldn’t be too upset if he leaves practice early today.
Mayoi gets crushes a lot, that much is obvious. What’s more obvious is how quickly they fade away, usually when he has too much on his plate to focus on them, or he gets another one that pushes the previous crush off to the wayside.
What’s not is how his crush on Rinne seems to persist—and persist painfully.
Almost every night is filled with dreams of Rinne: one that pops up a lot is the redhead sucking his cock, tongue piercing sliding against his engorged head. Mayoi gasps a bit as the little metal ball shortly gets caught in the hole of his cock, and Rinne’s dark chuckle at the sound.
Mayoi doesn’t even want to think about the number of sheets he’s ruined and the amount of times he had to do the walk of shame to the laundry room. (Once he found Ritsu there and was forced to evade all of his embarrassing comments. It was awful.)
He feels his face flush at the thought, and desperately shakes it away. Now is not the time. He has to find Hiiro. Who is Rinne’s brother. And someone who he is not attracted to. Right.
Imagining Hiiro in Rinne’s position is gross enough to kill his semi in no time flat, and he finds himself scurrying in a speed walk to Crazy:B’s dorm. Hiiro wasn’t in the Alkaloid dorm, but occasionally Aira finds him in Crazy:B’s speaking to Rinne. He’s been to their dorm a number of times—the only reason it’s a problem now is because of these… hormones.
So Mayoi gulps and swallows his pride. He can’t let this destroy him, he’ll just have to confront it.
...But first he needs to find Hiiro.
He gives a light, hesitant knock on the door. It’s quiet for a moment, then he hears a “come in” from a voice that’s intimately familiar, momentarily freezing.
He’s such an idiot. Why wouldn’t Rinne be in his own room? Maybe he knows where Hiiro is, at least.
He peeks his head in through the crack of the door, lips pursed. The redhead is laying on his bed, a cigarette in one hand and a lighter in the other. There’s a brief moment of shock on his face, before it turns into a grin. “Mayo-chan!” He croons. “Whaddya need? Looking for Hiiro?”
Rinne’s shirt is pushed up, almost revealing his chest. Mayoi berates himself for noticing that.
“R-Rinne-san, hello,” Mayoi greets, hand up in a little half wave. “Yes, h-have you… seen him?”
“Nope,” he answers, sitting up and setting his cigarette and lighter down on the side table, “can’t say I have. I can try textin’ him, if you wanna hang out in here ‘til he shows?” He smiles, holding his phone in his dominant hand.
Mayoi’s stomach drops. He’s such an idiot, why didn’t he think of that? There’s no way he can say no now; he left his phone in his own dorm. “Um. Yes, th-thank you.”
Rinne grins, typing a message out one handed in the blink of an eye. “Lock the door, would ya?” he asks, picking his cigarette and lighter back up. “Don’t want smoke gettin’ out, if ya don’t mind.”
He has the cigarette balanced carefully between his lips, and Mayoi stutters out a “that’s fine” and obeying before he can actually think about what he just agreed to. Rinne gives a friendly pat to a spot on the end of the bed with his foot, trying to light his cigarette at the same time, and Mayoi slowly steps into the room to sit.
Crazy:B’s dorm doesn’t seem as homey as his own, but Rinne’s side of the room certainly does: there’s a pack of cigarettes, a few fancy lighters, and a few unopened beer bottles sitting at the end of his bed.
Rinne exhales a plume of smoke, floating towards the ceiling and giving him a sophisticated, untouchable glow. He balances his cigarette between long, spindly fingers, the bright cherry a stark contrast to his dark painted nails. He shoots Mayoi a grin that seems much more devilish than the ones previous, and the purple haired man starts to feel sweat drip down his back.
Rinne’s the first to break the silence. “Haven’t gotten to talk to ya all that much, Mayo-chan,” he says, the suffix that he didn’t care much for previously making goosebumps start to prickle on his skin. “That’s a shame, ain’t it?”
“Um, I d-didn’t think you’d want to talk to… s-someone like me.”
“‘Course I would,” Rinne chuckles. His foot bumps into Mayoi’s leg, making him flinch. “I think you’re cute.”
A husky breath. His foot trails down Mayoi’s clothed thigh.
“Really cute.”
Mayoi’s brain momentarily halts, not noticing that Rinne’s gotten closer. Much closer. (How’d he get that close—?)
“Ya gonna ignore the elephant in the room, or do I gotta bring it up?” Rinne asks. He’s sitting up beside Mayoi, his cigarette inching towards his lips. He stares at Mayoi as he inhales the smoke, eyes half lidded with a hidden smile.
Mayoi holds back a shiver.
Rinne exhales, blowing more smoke into the already hot room before sighing. “I guess I gotta.” He smirks. “I’ve seen the way ya look at me, Mayo-chan. I’m not dumb.”
“Um—” Mayoi isn’t even able to stutter a response before Rinne places a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his hardening cock.
“This okay?” He asks, and grins at Mayoi’s shy but eager nod. “I asked ya to lock the door for a reason,” he continues. “Seems pretty obvious, don’t it? I think you’re cute, you’re poppin’ a boner just by sittin’ by me…”
Mayoi’s brain grinds to a halt for the second time.
“How about we have a little fun…?” Rinne asks, breath hot against his ear. “I’m not gonna do anythin’ ‘til you say ‘okay,’ Mayo-chan. I wanna hear you say it.”
Mayoi is at a crossroads. He could make his wet dream come to life: very good at first glance. But said wet dream is his unit member’s older brother (who he should’ve been looking for): very bad in the grand scheme of things. The right decision is obvious, but…
Rinne’s hand is stilled at his inner thigh waiting for Mayoi’s okay. His eyes are dark with desire, cigarette almost extinguished in his lithe hand. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, that familiar piercing closer than ever.
Mayoi lets out a shuddering breath, and nods.
Rinne smirks. (Mayoi has always been a weak, impulsive man.) “Good answer,” he purrs, before pressing their lips together.
(A weak, weak man.)
Rinne’s tongue nudges against his lips, Mayoi’s gasp of surprise giving him enough time to slip it into his mouth. Rinne tastes of smoke and ash, and it’s enough to make him moan weakly into the redhead’s mouth and follow his lead. Rinne’s mouth partially opens in a small huff to slide their tongues together, and it’s so hot and wet and full of smoke that it leaves Mayoi dizzy.
Rinne breaks them apart, the loss of contact making Mayoi whine. His cock is pressing hard and firmly against his trousers, leaving him breathless. Rinne smiles at his noises, a line of saliva dripping down his red face. “Hold on a sec, I gotta put this thing out—” he says in a rush, quickly putting his almost burnt out cigarette in a nearby ashtray.
He leans back onto the bed, legs spread and lazily pulling down his fly. “How d’ya wanna do this, baby?” he asks, the term of endearment making Mayoi’s cock twitch.
Mayoi sits on his knees before him, like a weak man praying for a god. He pants heavily, cock jutting out obviously between them. His sharp teeth dig into his lip as Rinne pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, revealing his pretty pink pussy. “Can I—?”
‘Y’wanna eat me out, baby?” he finishes between breaths. He pulled his shirt up in the time it took Mayoi to speak, showing his pierced and scarred chest. Mayoi feels drool dribbling down his chin at the sight, the desire to sink his teeth in making his body feel heavy. “I expected ya to be the typa guy to rush into things,” Rinne laughs. “Stick your dick in, ask questions later.”
Mayoi wants to savor this. He still doesn’t know if this is a dream or not, if Rinne’s nimble fingers dancing between his inner thigh and quivering clit are real. He wants everything Rinne can give him—will give him.
He leans down inches from Rinne’s cunt, transfixed. He looks up at the redhead, who’s trembling at Mayoi’s hot breath hitting him in his most intimate place. “Can I?” Mayoi asks again.
“Please,” Rinne gasps in a desperate way that would be so unlike him in any other scenario. He moves his fingers away to give Mayoi room, then asks, “Have ya done this before?”
“No,” Mayoi answers, then dives in before Rinne is given the chance to respond. He’s seen porn before, he’s not stupid—he sucks on Rinne’s clit, hands gripping onto his trembling thighs to keep him open and steady.
Rinne lets out a shocked gasp that fades into a groan at the sudden contact, one hand holding onto the top of Mayoi’s head, one gripping the bed sheets tightly. “Mind your teeth—oh,” his command cuts off as Mayoi runs his tongue against his clit, trailing down to his hole, “fuck.”
Mayoi looks up at Rinne as he licks a stripe from his hole up to his clit once again; his eyes are half lidded and his lips are red and bitten. Rinne’s legs are shaking, trying to trap him. “Are you—god—sure ya haven’t done this before?” Rinne pants, voice cracking in the middle of his sentence.
Mayoi feels a burst of pride surge through him at that, dipping his tongue into Rinne’s hole and releasing one thigh to lazily play with his clit. Rinne tastes divine ; it’s enough to make spit fall from his lips onto Rinne’s cunt and on the ruined bed sheets.
Rinne moans, high and warbly, “Oh fuck, fuck—” before fisting into Mayoi’s hair and pulling him up. “Oh my god,” he pants, tears of overstimulation threatening to fall. “‘M not gonna last long if ya do that shit, just—” he flings open the bedside drawer with enough force to make his ashtray wobble, pulling out a condom.
Mayoi’s sweaty hands go to the button of his pants. His hair must’ve come undone at some point, but despite that he’s able to get them a bit past his thighs as he hears the riiiiip of the plastic wrapper.
He spares a glance up to see Rinne has the little square between his teeth, halfway pulled open. The redhead smirks when he sees Mayoi looking, making his hands slip between his underwear and skin.
Rinne sits up a bit, condom dangling haphazardly between his lips, to help Mayoi with his pants. There’s a dark, wet spot where the head of his cock is pressing against his underwear. Rinne’s eyes widen slightly as Mayoi pushes his boxers down to his thighs, cock jutting free into the air.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, putting the half opened condom back into this shaking hand. Mayoi looks up at him in a slight sitting position, pushing his trousers and underwear to his ankles. Rinne lets out a noise that’s somewhere between an eager giggle and nervous laugh as Mayoi shucks his clothes onto the floor. “You’re... big,” Rinne finishes, eyes almost crazed and drooling, “can I ride ya, baby?"
Mayoi groans at the thought, then nods. Rinne wastes no time in sitting up and pushing him onto his back in the blink of an eye. Mayoi stares up at him as Rinne rolls the condom onto his cock with a practiced ease, briefly hissing at the contact.
Rinne is panting, chest heaving as he balances himself onto his knees. Mayoi holds onto his thighs in a grip that’s almost bruising, and Rinne moans as he holds tighter. His previously shining red hair is dark and plastered against his forehead from sweat, and Mayoi can only imagine how his own looks.
Rinne has his dick in one hand and his own folds spread apart with the other. Mayoi shudders at the lewd sound it makes, wet skin hitting dry skin. He pushes himself down, Mayoi’s cockhead pressing lightly against his hole, and it feels so good that it takes everything in him not to just thrust up. Rinne sinks down onto his cock, and Mayoi gasps, holding himself back from pushing all the way in. Rinne is so wet and tight and warm and it’s nothing like he imagined. He bites his lip, sharp teeth drawing blood to hold himself back, to give Rinne time to adjust.
Rinne eventually bottoms out in what feels like ages, letting out a groan as if he was punched once his clit touches Mayoi’s wiry pubic hair. “Fuuuck,” he gasps, head down to stare at Mayoi, hands pressed against his chest. “If I knew yer cock was this fuckin’ big I would’ve done this ages ago,” he growls with no real venom, moving up.
Rinne goes slow at first to get used to the sensation, to Mayoi’s size. It’s almost painful, and tears are threatening to leak from Mayoi’s eyes at the feeling. His mouth is open in a permanent gasp, legs shaking underneath Rinne’s lithe body. One hand moves from his thigh to a pierced nipple, rolling it between his fingers.
“Ah,” Rinne moans, bounces speeding up, “Don’t got a lotta feeling in those no more—haaah…” He cuts himself off with a moan and a bite of his lip, one eye closed as he stares at Mayoi’s cock repeatedly pounding into his cunt.
The contrast of the cool metal and Rinne’s hot skin, and the buzzing of his mind going taste, taste is enough to use his last bit of strength to flip Rinne over. Rinne’s mouth is open in protest before his breath hitches at the new angle, Mayoi holding his thighs and legs thrown open wide.
Mayoi leans down to press his mouth onto Rinne’s pierced nipple. Rinne’s moans and the slap of skin on skin fill the otherwise silent room. Mayoi gasps against the cool metal bar, tears leaking out of his eyes. God, it feels so hot.
Mayoi runs his tongue over it and sucks, using one free hand to play with the other nipple. His hips begin to stutter, pressure building at the bottom of his stomach.
Rinne has one hand reached down to play with his clit between Mayoi’s cock slipping in and out of him, breaths getting faster and harder. His thighs clench against Mayoi’s hips, and Mayoi thrusts even harder than before, desperate for release. Rinne throws his head back and moans loud and unashamed as Mayoi feels him tighten and liquid release onto his cock even through the condom.
The feeling and the pride that he made Rinne cum is enough for him to bury himself to the hilt, head pressed against Rinne’s shoulder, and cum hard into the condom. He breathes hard against the redhead, legs shaking and sharp teeth dancing over his skin.
It takes them both a moment to catch their breath. Mayoi slowly pulls out, both of them hissing at the loss. Mayoi hesitantly takes the condom off, unsure what to do with it, before his concentration is broken by a laugh from Rinne.
Rinne has himself balanced on the palms of his hands, legs shaking, as he stares at his cunt. “I think ya made me squirt,” he observes, grinning.
Mayoi’s blush comes back at full force, from Rinne’s remark to everything that just happened, and he has enough clarity not to cover his mouth with a hand, because ew. He sits there, frozen with a full condom in his hand, which is comedic enough to make Rinne laugh again and take it from him. “I got this,” he says, smirking, “get dressed, I gotta kick ya out in a minute.”
Mayoi deflates a bit at that, but throws on his gross, wrinkly clothes in a rush as Rinne cleans up as much as he can. He turns to Rinne as he gets his shirt badly tucked in, and is shocked as Rinne kisses him, pierced tongue pressing into his mouth. Mayoi’s eyes close in bliss at the contact and there’s a thin line of spit connecting their mouths once they seperate.
“Everyone’s gonna be busy again tomorrow,” he breaths, smirking as Mayoi’s eyes widen. “Come by again, won’t ya?” he finishes with a nibble on Mayoi’s ear. “Showers should be open, baby.”
Mayoi nods and scurries off, barely waving back to Rinne, who has a shit eating grin on his face.
“Rinne-han,” Kohaku calls out as he steps into the Crazy:B dorm, “have you seen Mayoi-han? Hiiro-han said that he got your text and can’t find him—” He stops, furrowing his brow.
Rinne, running his hands through his still wet hair, raises an eyebrow.
Kohaku sniffs, face immediately morphing into disgust. “Ew, did you bring someone in here?” He asks, voice sounding strange as he pinches his nose shut.
Rinne shrugs with a smile, and holds back a laugh as Kohaku darts for the windows.