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Inumaki Toge, discreet, thoughtful, deep in himself. Because his speech was cursed, himself was also. But at some point he understood words are just words, language is so much more and because he couldn’t talk freely, he freed himself also from the need of being understood.
The past weeks were troubled, he worn out his throat and was creeped by so much fear and anxiousness. So by the end of the baseball game, he knew it would be a moment to cherish and protect for life. As he didn’t need words, he didn’t need adjectives; just by being, Inumaki was a caring and brave soul. Then he made sure to be extra silly and kinda overdid his extroverted game, later coming to dinner with a much more contemplative sight. By the end of the day Maki and Panda came to him:
“You good?” Maki asked directly.
“Shake” He answered with tight-eyes, suggesting a smile behind his turtleneck.
“Yeah, seemed like you had a good time” Maki gave him a soft smile.
“Aren’t you tired, Inumaki-senpai?” Itadori was behind Maki and Panda, scaring them a little bit.
Inumaki stated honestly:
“Konbu”
“It was really nice meeting our senpais today” Itadori smiled, genuinely.
Inumaki then retired for a bath feeling more self-conscious, knowing his friends cherished him so much. So he stripped slowly inhaling deeply and felt everything his body and mind wanted to tell him. He breathed rhythmically, there was so many scary images of the past weeks and he saw them through, feeling blessed that they all were alive. Toge’s hand came to his neck, circled his sore throat with a gentle touch, and so he meditated thinking of so many things and also letting them all go. When he opened his purple hazy eyes, he stared at the cursed marks on his lips, he opened his mouth slowly and sticked his tongue out in a stupid pretty way that made him cringe with embarrassment.
Feeling sorta giddy with the sight, he turned to the shower. He was much more familiar with feelings than with words, there is no shame where there’s no need to talk. Quietly he lathered his skin with his cucumber soap, his mind wandered inside himself bubbling up like the foam from top to bottom in an exciting relaxation. Yes, he could feel his blood getting hotter from the shower, the shower only, he swore as the happiness from earlier turned into a different type of excitement.
His breath was ragged way before he touched himself, so when he did it felt like such longing easement. He couldn’t even remember when was the last time he had time for that. The first strokes under the hot water almost made him curse, even though he didn’t even know how to describe it with bad words. It didn’t make him feel dirty or vulgar, he was just enjoying himself by pulling onto the shaft, he liked to use his thumb over his frenum with his hand facing upwards. He kept a slow pace just to tease himself.
“Ah”
He was still lathered with foam, it smelled so natural to the point he could almost smell himself in the heat of moaning and stroking his length. There’s not much to it, a handjob. Other than using his hand to pull himself back, he would also tight his fist to move his hips into the pleasure of his hand. He wondered how would his face look like. Quickly, he turned to the big mirror on the opposite wall. It was kind of far but he could still see his languid, slender figure naked. Toge was short, proportionally his hands and body seemed petite when he looked at himself, he couldn’t see his dick from the mirror view because of his hand sliding on it. He adjusted his body. His back was thrown backwards while his hips thrusted forward, so he leaned into the cold tile of the wall to support his back. It was such erotic pose, standing like that with the strength of his abdomen, pressuring his low pelvis where it felt best. With his tights moving upwards, for a moment he closed his eyes and just peeked sometimes watching his own hand stroking himself as if he didn’t control it. He had his mouth opened just like he did earlier. He rolled his tongue inside his mouth picturing his cursed mark as he tickled his own palate.
“Hm”, he muffled;
Good thing that no words came to his mind. He didn’t have to think verbally about it, much more than that he just felt deeply how alluring, stimulating, his hand could possibly make him feel under the steam, water and drool. His other hand came to his tight to press it while he recognized that tingling pleasurable clamp in his pelvis. He was very, very close when he heard a knock at the bathroom door. He could almost see himself coming when someone called him outside. Freaked out and jumpy, he mumbled
“Don’t come”
With the double meaning of his words, he felt his body tremble in a foreign feeling. That spilling gut feeling was interrupted by bigger cursed-crushing force and pressure, it made him hurt, scare and also relieve. He didn’t come, and the person outside was also affected by the cursed speech because Inumaki heard a growl. He felt very ashamed and worried, somehow pissed off, even though still very aroused.
“Shit, Inumaki-kun, you scared me. I wasn’t going to come in” Maki said. Toge was way more abashed now that he knew it was one of his best friends outside the door.
“Just wanted to tell you that I got to shower too” she kinda giggled at the end of the sentence, so Toge did too. He turned off the shower and gathered his stuff, covered himself with a sapphire blue robe and opened the door.
“Okaka”
“It’s fine” Maki sighed, she looked a little flustered “Well, guess I made you talk a little” she insinuated. Toge had his robe cover his mouth, even so, Maki could see that his cheeks turned red. She gave him a side-smile.
“Did I get you in the middle of something?”
“Okaka” he frowned
“Yeah sure, then go. I got to shower to see Nobara” Maki gave him an elbow pat.
Inumaki went to his room feeling wary but in an amusing way. He was fine with Maki knowing things. He was also amused by the way she only cared about how Nobara would perceive her. He entered his room and put his clothes away peacefully unhurried. His throat was hurting again because of the use of the cursed speech, so he decided to treat himself even more than he did in the bathroom.
In the drawer, he found the small glass container that seemed like a perfume. It was a homemade cough syrup his grandfather gave to him, since his power were inherited by family. Consisted of some peppermint tea, lemon, turmeric, lots of fermented honey, some brown sugar, and whisky. Toge drank it sometimes, Panda and Maki had also tried it. It was strong, spicy-sugary, it burned and soothed. Since the attack of Hanami, Inumaki has planned to give it another try because of his sore throat, though the thrilling sensation of the alcohol was most of the fun. It isn’t a lot of whisky anyway. The liquor was more than half the glass. Inumaki sat on the bed and gave it a sip.
No good, it was too strong in his lips it stinged. He then tried a quicker and bigger gulp, and the path of his tongue to his throat burned sweetly. It felt way better now. He knew at some point he had to finish what he started. Inumaki felt aware of his senses, his body, feelings, and the pooling heat in his lower gut that made him shyly take his robe off. Something about the thrill of the small amount of alcohol and being interrupted made him stir, he felt so flustered he jiggled his legs a little bit to steam off the coy feeling he had.
Inumaki went for another taste. His throat felt better after the immediate burn, this time he licked his lips in search of a hint of the taste. This way, it didn’t feel overwhelming for him. Also, he knew he was blushing hard after licking his own lips, feels like such secrecy the way he keeps things for himself. For a second, he thought about him. Yes, he’s also seen many things from Inumaki. But Yuuta was gone for now. If more it made him even more horny now.
He didn’t know if he was drunk, he didn’t drink ever, so he welcomed all kinds of feelings he had coming from the soothe in his throat and the hard on his dick.
He went straight for it, hesitated a bit because his hand was cold because of the syrup glass. Exchanging temperature, he dragged his cold hand along his hot dick with a shiver and a moan.
“Ah…” he groaned, feeling his body weighing down in his dick. The arousal was heavy on him. He was definitely feeling the alcohol and the honey driving him away from his senses. I guess more than that, the feeling was amplified because he neither had thoughts or any complaints, he just felt so good being overpowered by lust.
“Nn”
Toge wouldn’t last much
“Ahh..”
One of his hands was already in a fast pace in his dick. He held the base more firmly to keep it even more stiff, then relieved the pressure by focusing in the head that was already dripping wet. His other hand grabbed the glass again to his mouth. Then he coughed strongly because he’s not even a drinker and that shit burned too much. Even when coughing, Inumaki didn’t stop, he just slowed his pace while feeling arousing shivers in his skin from the coughing.
Since he was already there anyway, he tipped the container aligned to his hand that pressed the tip of his dick, he didn’t even blink kinda in shock. The little leftover syrup dripped in his dick; his hands then were quick to wrap it in his tip, slicker, way better.
Toge now laid in the bed instead of being seated, he let out a sigh while used his other hand to caress his body. He touched his lips and opened his mouth again, lavished two fingers with drool and brought them back to his nipples. Was it too much? He felt it wasn’t before he started pinching himself, and then it was too much and it was too good. He couldn’t keep his legs still, moving his thigh one up another and squeezing his balls.
“Shake” just out of habit, he moaned. He tried again, “Y-Yuuta” and then let the pleasure overwhelm that terrified feeling he had whenever thinking of Okkotsu. He didn’t picture anything, Inumaki was just vividly attached to how hot he felt. It was like his whole body and mind melted inside of his own heat.
Everything felt good at that point. Toge rubbed his thighs atop of each other, scratching them only lightly because he didn’t like the pain. His hand now was getting sticky in his dick, he muffled the wet lewd sounds of syrup and pre-cum with his own low moans and loud breathing. He felt cloudy, messy, his fist was hurting of clasping himself so Toge scooped his hand atop of his dick and raised his hips to hit his hand willfully. He focused on the gland since his length was a little dry, sometimes he squeezed it but it felt best when he would circle his closed hand and pump upon his frenum. He wasn’t so fast, or too though. It seemed like his pleasure was dragging, pulling, entraining him back and forth like the motion of his hand, like the sweet burn of the alcohol, like he felt it coming.
Breathing loudly, his heart stomping in his chest, Inumaki was coming way before he actually came in his belly.
He tried to speak as fast as he could
“Come”
, he managed to mutter, a little later than expected by being surprised by the own bliss of his orgasm. And he was cumming all over again, or almost at the same time, or even coming more, he didn’t know.
And it felt overwhelming, it wasn’t smooth as he would normally feel, but also what more could he take than pleasure? His whole body hummed and vibrated in the hit of his multiple orgasms waving with the alcohol and with his turn-on. His throat was scratching all over again, he didn’t care and had no words anyway, as he searched for a tissue on his drawer, turned to the side and slept.