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Mayoi was a disgusting creep.
He knew that much; it was obvious. He didn't deny it, he knew it was true—always, and forever. Maybe that's why, in his sick, twisted, perverse brain, he had these thoughts. These dirty, impure thoughts; thoughts that would make a succubus blush.
Tatsumi was innocent.
He was the perfect caricature of an angel, beautiful pale skin and mint green hair, with a smile that could make even the worst repent and plead for forgiveness. He had this certain aura around him, like he could do no wrong.
In fact, Mayoi would go as far to say he couldn't do any wrong.
In the days they'd been sharing an apartment with Hiiro and Aira, Tatsumi was nothing but perfect . The way he'd talk to Mayoi, so calm and collected, reassuring him that he was worthy of every bit of God's forgiveness; it made him feel the devil himself feeding off the pure naivety of an angel.
But really, wasn't that what he was doing?
He sits only feet away from Tatsumi's sleeping body.
The thoughts seemed to have gotten worse since he was made to share a room with Tatsumi, he's noticed. While it wasn't out of the ordinary for Mayoi to take every little thing and pervert it, warping it into some sick sexual fantasy, he didn't do it this often.
Every second he'd see Tatsumi, even just a glimpse, his mind would race, filling him with masturbation material for weeks on end.
He'd never gone this far—at least he hadn't yet, watching Tatsumi's chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. He's waiting, for what, he's not quite sure himself. Maybe for Tatsumi to move? To call him a creep and have him kicked out by security?
Doubtful, he's been there for the past hour and a half. If Tatsumi was going to wake up from his staring, he would've done it a while ago.
So Mayoi sits there in complete silence. His hands are balled so tightly he feels they might explode. Won't that be fitting? It isn't the only place, either.
He seems to be getting off on this, watching the slow heave of Tatsumi's chest in addition to the soft noises he'd make every so often. That isn't surprising in and of itself. Mayoi found it easier to get off that way; when the other person was asleep.
He hopes, in some weird way, that Tatsumi's dreaming of him.
Oh, the things he'd do to him, if only he had his way.
Mayoi's breath quickens at the despicable thoughts flashing through his mind. He didn't realize he was panting, at least not before. Now, it was obvious; everything was far too loud, from his thoughts to his heartbeat. His guard was lowering by the second, slipping rapidly between his thoughts and reality.
Luck seemed to be on his side for the most part, but he knew he couldn't count on that alone. God— how he wished to have Tatsumi all to himself.
Those soft, tantalizing lips teased him, slightly parted.
Oh, God, he could practically feel them wrapping around his cock, enveloping him a tight, wet heat.
He wonders, slipping a hand in his shorts and wrapping it around himself, just how far Tatsumi could take him. It wasn't a stretch to say not very far; he was a priest, of course. It's highly unlikely he's had sex before, and with a man, for that matter.
He feels his chest well up with desire as he teases the tip with his thumb, a soft, shaky breath falling from his chapped lips. Even if Tatsumi would barely get past half way, Mayoi's sure he could cum from that alone. In fact, it wouldn't be a surprise if he'd finished just from Tatsumi on his knees alone; staring up at him at his feet, eyes silently begging him for more. Like he was an all powerful, all loving god,like the one Tatsumi believed in.
He uses a free hand to muffle a stray moan threatening to come out, eyes falling shut as he wraps a hand around himself. He could only imagine how warm Tatsumi's mouth would be, taking inch after inch of his cock until he finally reached the hilt, nose pressed against the neatly trimmed patch of purple. And the noises—oh God, the noises. Mayoi could only hope that if there was a heaven, that's what it'd be.
His hand squeezes around the base, sending shivers running up his spine. His head falls back, a small whimper falling from his lips as he begins to move his hands; slow at first, then faster as he gets the hang of it.
With barely any stimulation at all, he feels like he's close—like he just needs a final push to get him there. He opens his eyes, just enough to where he can see Tatsumi, and that’s all he needs.
With one final thrust of his hips and a muffled sob, he's coming in his shorts.
He sits there for a minute, basking in the afterglow over his post orgasm bliss, before making his way out of Tatsumi's bed and to the bathroom.
The sun's out by the time he finishes cleaning and changing and leaves the bathroom. Shamefully, Mayoi goes to his own bed and lays down, closing his eyes, then drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
Mayoi doesn't have the heart to tell Tatsumi about that morning's events at breakfast. In fact, he can't even look him in the eye. He barely focuses on the food Tatsumi prepared, or the bickering between Aira and Hiiro in the back, nor does he focus on that day's activities.
By the time evening rolls around, Mayoi is beyond exhausted. He's in the kitchen, watching as Tatsumi cooks dinner for them. Aira and Hiiro are nowhere to be found, and the last of the idols having dinner had already gone back to their dorms. Now, it was only him and Tatsumi.
He felt the desire bubble up again, watching as Tatsumi cooked. humming something Mayoi wasn't familiar with. Did he even realize how tempting he was?
"Mayoi," Tatsumi says in that beautiful voice of his, "Is there a reason you're staring at me?"
Mayoi tenses up, then shakes his head, before eventually offering up an I don't know. He's still on edge, and completely forgot Tatsumi could tell these things without turning around.
"You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"
Tatsumi was asleep, Mayoi tries to reason to himself, but those words send an anxiety bubbling in his chest. Did he see? Did I go too far and completely let my guard down?
"But, of course," he continues, "if you don't want to tell me, I'm sure God would lend an ear."
Before he could stop himself, he timidly makes his way behind Tatsumi. "But what if God wouldn't approve of my thoughts?"
Tatsumi pauses for a moment.
Even the silence from Tatsumi is too loud. It feels like hours before Tatsumi speaks again.
"He won't mind," he says after a minute or two, before going back to his work. "If you want, I could listen. It could make you feel better. You've been on edge all day today. Maybe it could help lessen the burden."
Mayoi pauses a second, before guiding his hand up Tatsumi's thigh and to his hip. He can hear the other's sharp intake of breath as he drops the knife in his hand.
"I've been thinking about you a lot," Mayoi says, lowering his gaze.
"In—" there's a pause "-what ways?"
He lets his hand snake further, dipping into Tatsumi's pants. He pushes himself against Tatsumi, until they're pressed firmly together. Tatsumi's hand desperately gripping the counter ledge is not lost on him, and he smiles, biting his lip so hard he draws blood.
"All sorts of things," he stutters out, closing his eyes and hand taking hold of Tatumi's cock. "Your hair, your face, your mouth. "
Tatsumi lets out a breathy moan as Mayoi slowly begins stroking him. "It's unfortunate that someone like you doesn't want someone like me. Oh, how unlucky I am."
"W-who— ah —said I was interested in you?"
Mayoi takes Tatsumi's ear in between his sharp teeth and tugs as it ever so lightly. His hips began moving on their own, rutting against Tatsumi's upper thigh. "No you don't," he says, "nobody wants me."
He can hear Tatsumi more clearly now; the panting and the small whimpers go straight to his cock. He drinks them up greedily, mouth moving lower as he kisses Tatsumi's neck, leaving marks in his wake.
His hips speed up, as do his hands.
"Do y-you think God would forgive me for having these thoughts about you?" Mayoi asks.
"Yes," Tatsumi moans, bucking his hips up to meet Mayoi's hand. "H-he'd forgive all o-of your thoughts."
Mayoi exhales heavily, feeling himself get closer and closer by the second. "You f-feel amazing, Tatsumi," he manages, rutting against Tatsumi with such vigor. "You feel like heaven."
"Oh, God—"
With one final thrust of his hips, Tatsumi spills in Mayoi's hand, a final cry falling from his lips. Mayoi follows quickly after with hiccuped laughter. He takes his hand out of Tatsumi's pants, then gives him a quick peck on the cheek.
"T-thank you for coming to me about your problems," Tatsumi mumbles. "I'm glad I could help."