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"Professor Mikotoba!" Naruhodou waves at the man and bows as he welcomes him, leading them both to their table as the waiter swiftly takes upon their order the moment they sat down.
"Naruhodou-kun, lovely to meet you here. I'm surprised you called on me for dinner! I was expecting you'd invite Susato, too, but I guess I'm your only guest for the night."
"Ah, yes, sorry if it's unprompted. I guess you could say that it's thanks for pushing me towards a decision back then. I really do feel like this is how things should be, you see?"
"I'm certainly glad to have been part of that."
"Ah, well, it's my treat, Professor!"
Not a few moments later their food has arrived and they talked of big things and small things, from experiences to stories and maybe even a little bit of gossip. To be fair, there’s only little that Naruhodou knew of Professor Mikotoba that seeing this as a chance to connect may have also been relieving to him as this could be a way to let him know about what he could catch up about them. He doesn’t want the man to feel alone, after all.
“You know, Naruhodou-kun, I think it was around the time you two met when Kazuma started wearing that headband of his.”
“Yeah, well, about that…” It seemed so long ago that the speech contest happened in the university. His heart almost ached at the nostalgia of the memory. So many things changed between them and yet, at the same time, nothing at all. “You know he’s my best friend and I deeply care about him.”
Professor Mikotoba nods. “I can see. The way you two stood in court didn’t feel like opposition but more of a team, if you know what I mean. It’s like you two can’t be rivals because you constantly seem to help each other out.”
Do we really, now? The confession sat on his tongue but he supposes it’s now or never. He owes at least to the man who took care of his best friend when he lost his parents.
"I… I actually really like Asougi." Naruhodou flushes red and scratches the back of his neck, though it’s more like fiddling with his collar. "I… plan on pursuing him when he gets home. I'm sure he feels the same."
"Ah, yes. Kazuma did talk about you a lot, it doesn't surprise me to see you both get along very well." Professor Mikotoba flashes his knowing smile, as if unsurprised at what Naruhodou is insinuating. "Though you seem rather certain about each other. Are you sure you aren't already in a relationship?"
He jumps in his seat and shakes his head before rubbing his chin in thought. "Ah! Well, I guess it helps that he's also my best friend so we do know each other best…"
The man laughs. "I understand. Surely you're not asking me for a blessing, are you?"
"I—no, Professor, I mean, do I need your permission first?"
Professor Mikotoba shakes his head, and Naruhodou feels relaxed. "Of course not, I'm merely pulling your leg. Whatever Kazuma does is entirely up to him and it's not on me to meddle in his private affairs. In fact, I'm quite happy he's known someone like you, Naruhodou-kun. You keep him grounded and, well, is it safe to say you've saved him?"
Naruhodou breathes a sigh of contentment, smiling to himself. It gives him relief knowing that at least with the man who took in Kazuma, he sees something into their relationship that he accepts and understands.
Which makes him freeze in place as the mortifying thought circles around his head once more.
He did ask him for dinner because of a request in his head.
"Actually, Professor, I do have a favor to ask of you, if you don't mind," he murmurs. Suddenly, the look on the professor’s face looks deadly serious, and the atmosphere of their table feels so very awkward.
"Whatever it is, Naruhodou-kun."
Naruhodou has experienced the likes of Stronghart before and has uttered brave words to him even at the infancy of his career, but even with such a simple gathering between them, he couldn't find the courage to really put out what he truly wanted to say.
"It's just that… How do I put this? You're a medical man, professor, in fact, one of the best there is! I think you're very knowledgeable when it comes to the human body." Well, having examined corpses and all… "And a close companion, too, so I thought, you know..."
"What are you getting at, Naruhodou-kun?"
Can't you deduce it yourself, Professor Mikotoba… I really don't want to be saying it myself…
Naruhodou breathes.
"I… one day, when I pursue Asougi, I fear that I won't be, um," Naruhodou really wants the professor to stop looking at him. "confident when we… take it to bed."
Naruhodou craned his neck down so low to avoid any scrutinizing looks from Professor Mikotoba.
However, he only laughs.
"You're saying you don't think you'll be good at sex?"
"N-not so blunt, professor!" Exasperated, Naruhodou took a gulp of water as if to give himself a break from how straightforward he is. "But I guess that's right. And with your knowledge in the medical field, I thought you might at least help me in that regard…" Naruhodou deflates and sighs, regretting his words more and more now that his request has escaped his mouth. "Though thinking about it now, it is a strange request, so I understand if you don't want to tell me anything. For that I'm sorry."
Silence falls between them and Naruhodou opts to look at anywhere but the man in front of him.
He’s the one who breaks the silence. "What is your experience, Naruhodou-kun?"
"O-Oh!” He’s caught off guard at the question, but he supposes there’s nowhere else to go now. "Um… I'm afraid to say nothing… Not even other girls or boys when I was a teenager. It's only been Asougi."
Professor Mikotoba rubs his chin, deep in thought, before looking back at him with a rather bashful look on his face.
"Well, there's no better way of learning than through experience, does it?"
Naruhodou blinks. "What do you mean?"
"As it so happens, Naruhodou-kun, I'm rather experienced in the manner of lovemaking between two men myself, so here's an offer.” Naruhodou’s eyes widen at the casual admittance. “If you want me to, we can engage in the activity ourselves and learn through that."
He falls silent for a while, staring into the Professor who had such a profound look on his face that Naruhodou almost admires him for being shameless about it. And he only asked to be taught, not a demonstration!
"M-me? And you?!"
"Precisely that. However, I do understand if you decline. There has always been that unspoken importance of who people choose to be their first, and with that, we can always opt for me teaching you with distance. Forgive me for such a strange offer."
"No, not at all, professor!"
I suppose he has a point, Naruhodou thought. There is a certain significance in the act upon doing it for the first time, like finally showing a deeper part of you to your partner. Like a new layer of intimacy shown (or stripped?) and ultimately tests the love and willingness between lovers.
Even then, such physical boundaries didn't mean much to Naruhodou if he's going to be horrendous in those acts anyway. People have vastly different opinions in that regard, he thinks, and he’s one of those people!
He doesn’t want to give Kazuma a bad time, does he?
Besides, if he can experience it now, he can push away the initial awkwardness and Kazuma doesn’t have to be the victim of his incompetence.
He looks back at the professor one last time.
Somehow… the offer doesn't sound as bad as it seems.
"Well," Naruhodou starts. "If I were to take you up on that offer then… where could we perhaps...?"
Every word drops to a whisper, shy and reserved.
“Are you sure, Naruhodou-kun? I’m sure you know what this entails.”
“Yes, Professor. Merely a favor and nothing more.”
Professor Mikotoba laughs. "If you say so, then. As thanks for the food, let me treat you to this hotel I know.”
-
To say that he’s nervous would be an understatement.
Over the past few days, Naruhodou mused over the decision he made with Professor Mikotoba. He had graciously offered that they meet in a hotel just nearby La Carneval, as he felt any other place would be too strange. To anyone close to them, it would certainly look weird that they would meet up in each other’s homes, and Naruhodou dreaded the thought of having to explain to Susato-san that he’s meeting with her father in their house for… a reason. And his own home is out of the question; what would his family think if they see that he brought home a man twice his age?!
The more he thinks about it, the more distressed he is at the prospect of it.
He’s willing to learn about sex through Professor Mikotoba. By having sex with him. For Kazuma’s sake.
But he came to this decision even when Professor Mikotoba told him that it was alright if he doesn’t. He could always back out if he doesn’t want to do it anymore, he said. Yet, it would seem like such a waste to push him away after he had already bought the room for them! After when he’d always see through things in the end.
“I-I hope you’ll take care of me, Professor Mikotoba,” Naruhodou says meekly, fidgeting with the hem of his robe. He’d asked that they both prepare and bathe, just to instill some comfort during the session. Naruhodou made sure to clean every part of himself, though somehow he feels like he'd been excessive with it.
“I’ll ask you again, Naruhodou-kun.” his voice is stern, though to be frank it’s kind of watered down when he’s also wearing the same hotel robe himself. “Are you sure about this? Do you really want to go through with this?”
“Yes, professor!” Naruhodou exclaims. He doesn’t want to back off! It’s just that he’s absurdly nervous and he’s never had sex!
“During this, at any point, you can tell me ‘No’ and we can stop.”
Naruhodou sighs and finally looks at him, straight into his eyes. “I trust you. I just don’t think I’ll be good enough and this will go badly, that’s all.”
Professor Mikotoba puts a hand on his shoulder and Naruhodou leans into the touch. “Don’t worry, Naruhodou. You’ve said it yourself, right? Dispel the awkwardness of first times so you can give Kazuma your all.”
“P-professor!”
He laughs and his hand cups Naruhodou’s cheek. “Now, relax, Naruhodou-kun. If you’ll allow me, may I kiss you?”
His eyes widen. This is a lesson in intimacy after all. He fully gave his permission to the professor and he honestly doesn’t think anything will change after all this. He nods, trembling a little, and Professor Mikotoba leans down.
His mustache tickles his face a little bit, but the way he presses his lips on his is so gentle and reaffirming that Naruhodou couldn’t help but close his eyes and lean forward to him. He’d never thought he’d be kissing another person other than Kazuma, but he thinks that maybe Professor Mikotoba isn’t that bad.
He pulls away and his eyes are dark. He tugs Naruhodu’s hand and guides him to the bed, pushing him down to the crisp sheets. “Let’s lay down, shall we?”
“O-okay, professor.”
“Please, Naruhodou-kun, call me Yuujin for now.” He kisses the side of his mouth and his breath hitches.
“Th-then Ryuunosuke for me, if we’re to abandon formalities.”
He’s laying down and Yuujin is on top of him, the weight of the both of them sinking them down to the bed and the close proximity is making Ryuunosuke flush all over. Perhaps it’s the heat of another person, but he can’t deny that the actions are so sweet and intimate that it makes him shiver.
Yuujin kisses him again, but this time a lick made Ryuunosuke open his mouth and the kiss deepens, his finger on his chin serving as a guide to coax him open and to let Ryuunosuke follow his action without any words. He closes his eyes once again and lets himself be taken by Yuujin, feeling his tongue and lips and letting out small whimpers, much to his embarrassment.
“You’re doing well, Ryuunosuke,” Yuujin pulls away, smiling at how flustered Ryuunosuke looks.
Yuujin trails his lips from his cheek down to his neck, and Ryuunosuke instinctively leans his head to the side as Yuujin grazes his teeth on his skin. Ryuunosuke lets out a nervous exhale as he bites and sucks on his skin, his own toes curling at the newfound sensation. His fingers try and grasp the sheet from underneath him, suddenly becoming sensitive with everything around him.
“May I undress you?”
Do anything you want, Yuujin, he wants to say. “Yes,” he breathes out.
He unties the robe and his fingers push away the cloth draping him, his hands smoothing over his chest, making the hairs at the back of his neck stand up. His fingers are soft against his sides until it circles around his waist, and he sees how his hands cover him.
He’s ashamed to admit how he’s reacting to such teasing touches and they weren’t even there yet.
Yuujin doesn’t stop. His hands stroke his waist and he starts kissing the middle of his chest, with Ryuunosuke’s hips jerking to nothing. Yuujin hums positively, though he looks up and lays one of his hands flat on Ryuunosuke’s stomach.
“Relax, Ryuunosuke.” His name on this tongue is so reassuring. Ryuunosuke almost forgets what he’s here for. “I promise, I will be gentle.”
Before Ryuunosuke could even get a word in, Yuujin goes under and pushes his legs apart, running his hand over the fundoshi that covers his already growing erection. Ryuunosuke closes his eyes and looks away, unable to bear the embarrassment of seeing Professor Mikotoba hovering over his crotch. He has never let anyone else touch him like this before, much less Kazuma.
But he decides to let Yuujin lead the course, to teach him this comfort and the stripping of those layers to so he can see what it all truly feels like.
“Ah!”
Ryuunosuke grabs Yuujin’s shoulders as he palms his crotch, stroking him through the cloth. His eyes fly open and he sees Yuujin watching him intently, pressing a kiss on his knee as he continues to pleasure him agonizingly slow, as if every drag of his palm coincides with the frantic beating of his heart. His fingers clench Yuujin’s robe and he lets himself go, grinding on his hand as he tries to chase that feeling.
“That’s good, Ryuunosuke,” His other hand squeezes his thigh, a touch that’s both reassuring and nerve-wracking. “You don’t need to hold back.”
He didn’t even know how tense he was until he relaxed, sinking back into the bed with a sigh. His shaking hands do not push nor pull as Yuujin removes his fundoshi, pressing his lips on his calf as he unhooks it from his legs.
All other times, Ryuunosuke would be alone in his room, stroking himself to completion in the comfort of his solitude. But this time, Yuujin is in front of him, carefully peeling him apart with his gentle hands that touch him so lovingly that it’s hard to think he’s even doing this as a lesson, goodness, he should be doing his part and all he’s been doing is lay flat and be useless—
“Profe—er, Yuujin,” Ryuunosuke calls out, feeling shy all of a sudden as he says his name for the first time during all of this. He looks up and he stops everything he’s doing and Ryuunosuke could feel him starting to pull away from him and no, don’t, don’t leave.
He tugs at his robe and Yuujin immediately crawls towards him, the light obscuring his face as Ryuunosuke is finally aware of this, of everything, and he really wants to be able to give something back.
“Is there anything wrong?”
“Nothing,” Ryuunosuke whispers, cupping his hands on Yuujin’s face. It’s a strange fit, looking at him this way, but he’s glad that he allowed himself to, even just once. “I feel like I need to be doing something, too.”
Even with the shadows that cover him, his smile is still so sunny under the dim room and he feels really lucky all of a sudden. “I don’t mind leading the way myself, Ryuunosuke, helping you discover yourself with this, but… this is your experience after all. What is it that you want?”
He bites his lips and blushes, running his hand on the hem of his robe as he tries to tug it off. “Well, first of all…” he unties his robe and Yuujin shrugs it off, revealing his body to him. It’s a firm body, Ryuunosuke thinks, grazing his fingers on the hairs of his chest down to his stomach, nudging the softness. He finds that he’s not wearing anything underneath the robe, his eyes trailing down from his stomach to the hairs that gather on his crotch and… and… oh.
Well, Professor Mikotoba is a considerable man himself, he swallows nervously.
“Forgive me, Ryuunosuke,” Yuujin chuckles, a slight pink dusting his face as Ryuunosuke pinches his sides a little bit. “I’m not as well off as you are.”
Cute… “N-no, don’t think that! I think you look great, Yuujin, truly.”
He leans and Yuujin’s breath tickles his lips. “I am glad you say so.”
He’s captured in another kiss, and Ryuunosuke's stomach drops at the thought... oh god, I think I’m into older men, too.
However, it all disappears quickly when Yuujin grabs hold of his hard cock, tugging in small strokes and he moans into the kiss, his arms flying over Yuujin’s neck to get some sort of leverage at the sudden action. He’s squirming and trying to move, but Yuujin has him pinned down with his knee in between Ryuunosuke’s thighs and he could feel Yuujin’s own erection weighing heavily on his hip, and he’s feeling everything at once.
He whines, embarrassingly, but Yuujin takes this out of him like he wants to hear more of it and pumps his cock with his expert hand, like his fingers are doing so many things and not just stroking for the sake of it. His thumb brushes the tip, he squeezes knowingly, and every time, Ryuunosuke bucks up to feel more and more of it.
Somehow, it made sense that Yuujin is good with his hands.
He’s encouraging it, the way Ryuunosuke is going wild under him, kissing him and stroking him and touching him all over from his chest, to his stomach, to his waist. It’s all so much; there’s a sense of urgency that Ryuunosuke wants to get as he frantically humps his hand, his mouth going slack and agape and feeling Yuujin lick into his mouth and he’s going to get there, oh god, hold on, “W-wait, Yuujin, please,” Ryuunosuke pleads, pushing him off and breathing heavily as if Yuujin himself is the one taking all of his air away. He moans at the loss of feeling on his cock, already leaking and painfully hard, but he wants this to be right, he’s here to have sex, not just an incomplete completion of selfishness on his part. “I don’t want this to end yet. I want to, I want to…”
Yuujin silences him with a kiss and looks down on Ryuunosuke with apologetic eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with finishing early, but if it’s what you want—”
“Yes,” he whines again, needy when his arms wrap around his torso and he pushes Yuujin down to grind on his hips. “I want you to take me. Help me learn.”
He shakes his head fondly and Ryuunosuke burns with shame. “Alright, hold on for a bit.”
He reaches toward the edge of the bed, getting something from the near nightstand. Ah, Ryuunosuke pieces it together as he watches Yuujin uncork the bottle and pour a clear, viscous liquid onto his fingers.
He’s heard all of this before, as inexperienced as he is, but actually having to experience it for the first time himself made his heart race. He hasn’t touched himself like that yet, but the prospect of having Yuujin do it for him makes him relax for a bit. He would know, right?
He jumps at the feeling of something wet and cold pressing on his ass, but Yuujin kisses him on the side of his mouth and Ryuunosuke eases. “Relax for me, Ryuunosuke. You can always tell me to stop.”
No, I won’t, Ryuunosuke thinks, but nods to reassure him anyway. He breathes and looks at Yuujin straight in the eye, signaling to him that he’s ready and he’s not planning to stop anytime soon.
He presses his finger on his entrance and he bucks up at the feeling. The intrusion is weird, at first, his breath shaking as he watches the finger disappear inside him. Like a reward, Yuujin kisses his forehead and leans to him, pulling him closer. He shudders, but it’s not as bad as he thought it was, with soft moans escaping his parted lips as Yuujin fingers him slowly and carefully.
“Show me how you touch yourself.”
It’s less like a request but more of an order. He shakes, moaning at the fact that he's being told what to do, his hand grabbing his cock as if he couldn’t do it any faster. Ryuunosuke’s breaths are loud while he strokes himself with the added feeling of Yuujin’s fingers entering him one by one, the pleasure increasing and whatever pain he might have anticipated disappearing with it.
“Ngh…”
A kiss on his neck knocks the air out of him.
It’s prodding inside him while he’s pleasuring himself and Ryuunosuke fears he might go over the edge when he almost did a while ago, but it’s too good to stop and he’s trying to hold back. Yuujin curls his fingers and Ryuunosuke jerks the whole bed and Yuujin laughs, he’s so evil, what on earth did he just touch? He felt like he was going to be ripped apart all of a sudden.
“Wh-what?”
“Nothing, I merely found what I was looking for.”
His moans are louder, sounding more like sobs, and he feels like he’s already so red with how tense he is for getting so near, near to that pleasure again, but this time with a feeling so different and foreign he really wants to know what it feels like to…
He groans irritatingly when Yuujin pulls his hand out and the man has the gall to laugh at him, at his loss, he was getting there so soon again and he isn’t sure how long he will take. Yuujin grabs his chin and presses his lips on his before pulling away to get the bottle once more, this time coating it all over his own erection.
It’s kind of fascinating, really, watching him stroke his own cock and hearing him groan silently while he does, and involuntarily Ryuunosuke spreads his legs a bit more as if they wouldn’t open much wider than they were before.
“Ryuunosuke?”
He feels so bashful under Yuujin’s gaze, licking his lips and nodding, laying his palms flat on his back as the head of his cock teases his ass. “Please… put it in, I don’t think I’m going to last like this.”
He grabs his hips and it’s so firm, Yuujin’s cock entering his ass and ohhhhh, this is it, it’s so different, it’s so tight, his head falling flat against the pillows with his back arching and the heels of his feet digging into the bed as finally, finally, Yuujin is inside him, fully and unmistakenly one with him.
He’s unaware of how strained his face was until Yuujin wiped the tear that gathered on the corner of his eye, his furrowed eyebrows relaxing when his thumb pets it away.
“Does it hurt?”
Ryuunosuke shakes his head, even if it does hurt a little bit, because he’s not backing out now, not when they’ve gone this far and not when he’s been denied of an orgasm he’s been wanting to have since moments ago. “Keep going, please.”
The slow thrust of his cock inside him is excruciating, intense, not even out of pain but the fullness of it when he consumed it alongside the feeling of overwhelming sensitivity that he can’t help but practically claw at Yuujin’s back and hook his legs on his hips, fearing that he might fall apart without him.
“I—Yuujin—” but he shuts him up with his mouth and he’s licking inside him again, and now he tightens the hold on his hips as he thrusts down, faster, and Ryuunosuke’s high pitched whines are so needy and shameful and broken yet Yuujin swallows it, savors it with every push even if the slapping of their skins mingled in the hot air.
“Ah, ah,” There’s a pace to his pounding now, like a rhythmic beat as Yuujin buries himself deep in him, pulling and pushing and the feeling stretches and spreads all over his groin. He tries to breathe, tries to swallow, tries to get away from every feeling and tries to immerse himself in it; Ryuunosuke doesn’t know what to do, how on earth does Professor Mikotoba know how to push his buttons?
“I’ll show you something, Ryuunosuke,” his words are deep and low and he tingles all down to the tips of his toes, nodding and keeping his eyes on him as he starts seeing Yuujin differently: he doesn’t look like the kind, smiling professor he sees when he walks around the university, nor the gentle father that accompanies Susato-san, but Yuujin, Yuujin, looking down at him with a sharp gaze and dilated pupils, shining with a bit of sweat on his neck, Yuujin, so heart-wrenching, so firm, and Ryuunosuke feels like he’s going to fall in love a bit, maybe he has a bad habit of swooning over his ideal men—
Letting him go, Ryuunosuke cries a little bit, his cock pulling out of his ass and the fullness disappears and he wants to scramble to get it again because his own cock is red and leaking and he really can’t take it, he’s ashamed to say, he’s never been fucked nor has he ever been teased and pulled and molded like this, how come he has never felt like this?
Yuujin kneels a bit farther away from him and he grabs Ryuunosuke’s hips again, one of his legs in between his knees and his other being lifted by Yuujin until it hooks over his shoulder and he pushes inside him again, welcoming the pleasure he so desperately wanted, and good god, he’s being stretched as he’s pinned down on the bed again, he’s folded and he’s being fucked with more vigor now, hearing the mattress underneath them squeak.
He didn’t know how much he liked this position, grabbing the sheets and Yuujin and arching his back as he’s being fucked like he’s on full display, the air being so cold and so hot at the same time, dirty moans escaping his lips and throwing his head back and AH—
“Yuujin!” Ryuunosuke almost screams, his cock hitting that spot his fingers have touched, and Yuujin laughs again, loud and cruel, does he think this is some kind of joke, grinding his hips down to hit him inside and Ryuunosuke is tensing all over again, this time unable to escape, Yuujin is holding his leg and he’s pinned down with no chance of salvation, fuck,
“Ryuunosuke,” Yuujin is panting, pressing kisses on his calf, “Touch yourself, Ryuunosuke, or does that need teaching, too?”
He sobs, a desperate sound escaping his throat. He doesn’t know what to do, he really wants to but at the same time he doesn’t because he’s going to be torn apart.
“Ngh, ah, ah,” he wants to say something but he’s incoherent, he’s gritting his teeth and everything is blurring around him as tears form in his eyes again, even slipping down from his face, but he grabs his cock and he cries so loud, I’m sorry, he wants to say suddenly, because he’s weak and he’s going to give in and he really isn’t going to last, fisting his poor, leaking cock from the neglect and he’s chasing it, chasing it while Yuujin assaults his ass with every grind and hump like they’re dogs rutting against one another, and oh god, oh god, he’s seeing stars, he feels like he’s going to explode—
A strangled cry rips from his throat, like he’s going to swallow his own tongue and choke, clenching and feeling Yuujin drag fast inside him, in and out, in and out, and he pulses, fucking his fist and crying and tensing all over while Yuujin continues to pound him while he's falling apart underneath him and spilling all over himself—he’s going to faint and cry and scream all at once.
“R-ryuunosuke,” Yuujin is erratic, too, and Ryuunosuke is so sensitive but he pulls him before he can leave him, “Don’t try to leave, Yuujin, don’t you dare,”
He’s gripping the sheets so tightly he feels like it’s going to rip it apart, their moans mingling together so loud in the hotel room he wonders if the other people in this hotel can hear them, have heard Ryuunosuke fall to his doom while Yuujin is so busy ravaging his ass until he feels like he can never be the same after it all.
With a deep groan, Yuujin buries himself deep into Ryuunosuke and comes inside him, sounding so strained with his grip on Ryuunosuke so hard he feels like it will leave bruises and he wonders why he doesn’t mind it.
It’s strange, it’s warm, the high of his orgasm fogging his mind as he lets Yuujin pull out and his ass clenches with strings of his come trailing from his cock and they both collapse.
What on earth…
Yuujin is on top of him, his lips pressing on his neck gently while Ryuunosuke allows him. He’s in a haze, and he’s so sweaty and sticky but it’s almost as if he doesn’t care. He’s so tired from it. They stay like that not for long, but he turns his head for a bit and meets his lips to kiss him, though it really isn’t a kiss but more like mouthing each other with their lips. The thought never occurred in his mind that sex could be so tiring.
“Naruhodou-kun,” Professor Mikotoba whispers and the spell is broken. His heart aches from it somehow. “Let’s get cleaned up, it’s not good to stay like this.
The weight on his body eases and Naruhodou already misses it. Mikotoba pulls him up and they stumble a bit, feeling gross as he feels the stickiness trail down the middle of his thighs when they walk to the bathroom. He feels a bit of soreness and he dreads the upcoming days of having to deal with the next day’s pain when he wakes up for tomorrow.
“Here, Naruhodou-kun you can—”
“Professor…” Naruhodou grabs his hand and looks down. “Perhaps we can um, bathe together, if it’s alright.”
Maybe it’s a bit too forward, and he’s still very much foggy from it, but Mikotoba smiles at him again, with the look he’s more familiar with, and suddenly Naruhodou feels warmth in his chest.
-
“So, Naruhodou-kun, you think you’d have gleaned something from it?”
They’re buttoning themselves up after they’d rested in their room for the whole day, feeling weird at how Naruhodou looks prim and proper again after he’s been… you know. As if nothing ever happened.
He wonders why he’s even shy considering he’s done it now.
“To be honest I feel like you did more for me than I did for you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. I made that offer for you, remember? I had a good time myself, so I can only hope that you did, too.”
They’re back to themselves again, as newfound defense lawyer Naruhodou Ryuunosuke and forensic’s professor Mikotoba Yuujin. The pain between his legs is still bugging him as he walks with the professor through the hotel, but he doesn’t think anyone would notice if they looked hard enough.
“I just wonder how… you know all about that stuff.”
Mikotoba wears that knowing look, and Ryuunosuke is suddenly vulnerable to the secrets of other people after spending his time living with Sherlock Holmes.
“Didn’t you ask me for the favor since you know I studied forensics?”
I feel like you’re lying to me, professor, Ryuunosuke sighs.
They exit the hotel and the night is twinkling. “I truly had fun today, Naruhodou-kun.” His name on Professor Mikotoba’s lips is different. Fond, almost. Maybe he’s just trying to believe in something. “And I wish the best for you and Kazuma.”
Naruhodou jumps. “O-oh! Yes, thank you very much, Professor Mikotoba, I did learn a lot and you’ve given me more than I could have asked for!”
He bows and they go on their separate ways, feeling empty with the missing presence of the other man.
He stops walking and looks back to Professor Mikotoba, who continues to go on and watches him disappear into the streets for much longer than he can remember.
Naruhodou flushes and drags a hand down his face.
Maybe something did change after that. Well, this is bad.