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“OSHI-SAAAAN-!” A wailing crying boy sprinted across the helipad of Ensemble Square, two-toned eyes locked in on the man he’d been so diligently waiting for, “YER HERE YER REALLY HERE I MISSED YA SO MUCH-!!!”
The overexcited boy jumped into the man’s arms, causing him to stumble over the weight he wasn’t prepared to carry. Mika Kagehira held Shu Itsuki in a tight embrace. One that had been missing for many many months.
“Ack- Kagehira- I missed you an unfathomable amount as well, but please be more careful, I’m carrying delicate bags.”
But even with a scolding, the hug did not break so soon. It had been a long and grueling 6 months apart and Mika deserved this. Hell, Shu didn’t want to admit it but he deserved it too. His words were not empty when he admitted how he missed Mika, and being in his lover's embrace again felt like returning to a warm home. It was just what he needed.
Finally the younger broke the hug, stepping back to let his partner breathe. Without thinking he took some of the bags within Shu’s hold, gently of course, just as Shu always reminded him.
“Sorry sorry Oshi-san, it’s just been so long since I’ve seen the real you in person like this! Honestly it feels like ‘m dreamin’ still!” Mika sounded almost breathless, Shu couldn’t tell if it was from his very presence or due to the cross-building sprint he chose to make.
“Yes, well, I can promise you this is very much real life. That 12 hour flight was in no means made up…” he grumbled, already feeling the onset of jet lag. The sun was way too bright and the heat of the Japanese summer was starting to get to him. He wanted inside with cooling air conditioning and off the windy, noisy helipad asap.
It had seemed Mika read his irritation quite well and stepped in to alleviate, “Are ya hungry at all Oshi-san? There’s a real tasty diner that opened up down the street from ES. I haven’t been yet but everyone’s been ravin’ ‘bout it.” He rocked back and forth on his toes during his proposition, possibly nervous Shu would turn him down on what was the obvious invitation for a date. “I mean if ya wanna of course! It’s small and has some western food so I thought ya might like it-“
“Hm yes that does sound quite good. The food served in-flight can hardly be considered a meal, so I am feeling rather peckish. Let us drop off these bags in my dorm and we can go for lunch.” He began to walk off, signaling for Mika to trail behind him to follow.
The boy’s grin impossibly widened, excitedly he began to skip behind Shu, “It’s a date! A date with Oshi-san~” he sang cheerily.
Shu tried to hide his happy embarrassment as the pair continued their journey to the dorm halls. He didn’t dare correct Mika.
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With the plethora of bags properly dropped off safely in Shu’s dorm, the rest of the day was free for the both of them. Of course, Mika cleared any and every solo work for Shu anytime he was back in Japan. As much as the other ill advised this, Mika wouldn’t dare be busy when his Oshi-san was around. What if he needed him for something way more important! But that didn’t matter. What did matter was that the two were walking down the street (almost hand in hand, Shu was still wary about PDA as much as Mika pouted about it) and on their way to the promised lunch date location.
Quickly, they came upon it. The place really did look like a little hole-in-the wall shop. The front was small and unnoticeable to anyone not purposefully looking for it. The door was wooden and painted green, it had a handmade sign flipped to open and advertisement for the western style meals sold inside. A large front window was situated next to the door, tiny flower and vine decals had been painted on it, and through it one could see the small and quaint booths set up. How cute. There was no name sign anywhere, just a wooden one with a flower and clover design carved into it. Shu was a little obsessed to say the least.
“Ain’t it super cute?” Mika had read his thoughts, great minds and artists think alike as they say. “Let’s get a booth table!”
As if Shu could say no. So the pair walked in, requested a table, and showed to their seats. The nervous waitress brought them menus and water before scurrying off to attend to another guest. Once returned they could flip through their menus and find their desired meals. Mika wanted some kind of cheesy veggie pasta dish while Shu ordered something that was breaded chicken with potatoes. Looking at the other options, Shu began to doubt the legitimacy of the diner’s “western” food, though maybe he was too used to French cuisine. Before their waiter could scurry off, Shu had also requested a coffee and sat waiting before the inevitable happened.
The Mika gates opened.
This was something that happened every time he returned from abroad. Mika was already a very chatty cat. In their years of Yumenosaki, Shu had learned how to tune out his squabbling, something he regretted doing every day. Now, he could listen for hours on end of Mika just talking about whatever. On their weekly video calls, usually it was ES drama or new things happening in their production company. Shu didn’t love using his phone for news, so he relied on Mika to keep him up to date. Other times it was just general nonsense about whatever the boy was thinking about; random ideas he needed to share, things he ate on club outings, the occasional school tale, or even descriptions of really cute animals he saw that day. This was one of those nonsense days.
“So then we went to this really expensive cafe ‘cause Tomoe-senpai wanted to, and the cheapest thing on the menu was like 4,700 yen, so Aira-kun started freakin’ out big time! Tori-kun didn’t understand what the issue was til Naru-chan had to mention that normal people don’t pay almost 5,000 yen fer a single macaron- which to that Tomoe-senpai laughed but we were bein’ dead serious. Then he got all mad ‘cause me and Aira-kun didn’t get anything, he got super pouty and instead paid fer us to eat some sweets too! And we didn’t even hafta pay him back either-! Ain’t that just so crazy?”
“Mhmm” Shu sipped from his coffee cup, it was earthy and tasted freshly made, this diner really was a diamond in the rough, “It seems like you had a very interesting day out, but I’m curious, what did you end up choosing to eat at the cafe?”
Mika mirrored Shu and took sips from his cup of ice water, “Well I was gonna get a strawberry cake but Naru-chan wanted that and said I could have a taste so-“
The conversation was cut short by their waitress returning with their meals. They thanked her as she set down their plates and was dismissed. Both meals looked quite appetizing and well made. Fresh steam rolled off Shu’s and he took no time to begin cutting the large breaded patty into bite-sized pieces. Mika was blowing on his haphazardly, while occasionally glancing up to watch Shu. Now, the older man was no stranger to being watched by huge curious gold and blue eyes, but here and now he felt a certain scrutiny from the watchful stare that he did not care for.
“Eat your food Kagehira, stop staring at me while I eat mine.” But this request went unnoticed. And Mika continued to follow his movements. Shu lowered his fork, puncturing a carefully cut square of meat and lifted it to his lips. The other could be heard audibly gulping as Shu began to chew and swallow. He went in for a spoonful of potatoes, tasting it. Mika blinked at him. This was weird right? Mika was acting strange and off-putting even for him. Actually every time he took a bite Mika looked a little more and more nervous. And now, Shu was feeling those nerves too.
Just what was the problem? Did Mika know something he didn’t? Why would that strange boy be watching him so diligently as he consumed his meal?
Shu licked his lips. Mika whimpered.
“Okay,” he slammed down the cutlery, letting it clatter and spook Mika out of his trance, “I’ve had enough of this. What on earth is going on with you? Pray tell, why are you making stranger noises than usual?”
“Ngah-!” He was less startled and suddenly more embarrassed. He had both hands under the table, hiding from view as the boy curled in on himself. “I can explain it Oshi-san, I swear I ain’t tryin’ to be vulgar in public or nothin’!”
And now Shu was even more confused. Mika’s panicked eyes kept flittering from meeting Shu’s to staring down at his lap. Tentatively, Shu peered over their small table to get a view of what Mika was hiding. Both hands covered his crotch in a dome before he slowly opened them to reveal what was underneath.
Through the black fabric of his pants, Mika was pitching a noticeable erection.
Shu was flabbergasted. With a loss for coherent sentences, he instead sputtered out a shocked response. “Wha-Wha K-Kagehira?! We were just eating-! H-How does this-?”
Shame clouded the younger boy’s face as his hands clasped around his tent once more. “Ngahhh ‘m sorry Oshi-san I told ya it wasn’t on purpose!”
“That hardly matters!” He shouted a little louder than he wanted, a few other patrons littering the establishment turned to notice the rising commotion. In a hushed tone instead Shu seethed, “How can you get aroused by lunch-?”
“It ain’t the lunch Oshi-san, it was you-!” He practically wailed, “The way ya were eatin’ was just so sexual yanno, and I haven’t seen the real-life you in so long… my brain was thinkin’ so many things… I just couldn’t help it!”
“Does your degeneracy know no bounds Kagehira??” But this exasperation only garnered another straining whine from Mika. “I suppose we should do something about this? Heaven forbid the poor innocent wait staff find you in this state…”
Mika groaned, “I’ll take care of it. I promise! It’s my fault for being so horny fer ya… I can just go the bathroom and-”
But Shu was already flagging down the waitress as he pulled a card from his wallet. “We’re ready to pay whenever, take your time we’re just heading to the restroom for a moment. Thank you.” And as she stumbled away Shu slipped out of his booth and grabbed Mika but the wrist. After a quick surveillance of the restaurant and a decidedly ‘all clear’ the pair was safe to sneak off to the restrooms.
From behind, Shu did not look very happy and Mika was partially nervous (the other part turned-on of course) for what was in store for him. Perhaps a serious berating was coming his way. Normally, Shu should have had every intention of giving the boy an earful, but there was a kind of playful tug at his lips he couldn’t ignore. He was going to alleviate Mika’s problem himself. After all, it was kind of his fault? He wasn’t going to take the blame by any means, but something inside of Shu was telling him this is what he needed to do. Surely, this counted as a kind of punishment too, right?
Quickly they turned the corner and into the small bathroom. It was dim and a little dingy, as dirty as any restaurant bathroom would be, with two sinks and two unoccupied stalls. Shu rushed into one of them, yanking Mika in with him, and pushing him to sit atop the toilet seat. He locked the door and exhaled, his back to Mika. He could only picture the sight in front of him. A scared and horny Mika awaiting his glare. The longer he waited collecting his thoughts, the louder Mika’s needy whines grew.
“Oshi-san… are ya gonna let me jerk it or not..?” He squirmed in his seat.
Shu finally spun around. “Don’t use that foul language Kagehira. It’s bad enough you’ve allowed yourself to become so aroused in public, the least you could do is keep that trap shut while I alleviate this issue.”
“You? Alleviate?” Mika squawked, “Whadya mean..?”
He could not believe he was about to do this. He chose not to answer Mika, instead he got down onto his knees, the dark of his slacks making contact with the grimy floor. Mika’s eyes widened impossibly large. Suddenly he was very quiet.
“Oh don’t look at me like that. Is this not what you wanted, you horny beast? You were thinking impure thoughts about my mouth doing vile and vulgar acts upon you, were you not?”
Instead of answering, Mika whined, breathy and long. Shu knew he hit the target.
“Well, go on, take it out for me, lest you want me to do all the work for you.”
Mika looked as if he wanted to protest but began to undo the zipper of his pants, “B-But Oshi-san! It’s so dirty and gross here- and we're in public-!”
“That didn’t seem to stop you from getting so aroused, now did it?” His stinging words cut through Mika but it only made his dick throb more. Shu knew this.
So without any more push back, the boy did what he was told. He shucked down his pants past his knees and pulled back his boxers, letting his hard aching cock spring free. It was at that moment that Shu really realized just what he was doing.
He was sitting on his knees, in a public toilet, ready to suck Mika off.
How on earth did he come up with and settle on this idea? It truly did just hit him, with Mika’s cock begging in front of him, that he was about to be the same kind of pervert he was causing his partner of being. The situation was now heavy in his mind and the beginning twitches of his own interest made him also realize that he definitely was the same kind of pervert. Maybe he was a tad overzealous to suck dick. And maybe those 6 lonely months had done something to him. He was as truly hopeless as Mika.
“You really couldn’t wait til you had me in the privacy of your dorm? It’s been 6 months and you couldn’t wait just a few more hours?” But Shu wasn’t really looking for an answer, he wanted to make Mika squirm once more before lowering his head and opening his lips around the tip of Mika’s cock. He sat perfectly between Mika’s parted legs, holding them open with his hands gripped around the pale of his thighs. And then his lips made contact.
“Ngnn… Oshi-san-“ Mika hissed as the warmth of Shu’s mouth wrapped around him. “Ya know how bad I always want ya-“
Shu looked up at him, violets never wavering as he took in more of Mika’s length. Sucking dick was not his strong suit, his partner loved to pleasure him, mostly forgetting about his own needs and embarrassingly refusing Shu’s help if it didn’t benefit them both. So here he was, mouth stuffed full of Mika for the first time he could remember. And fuck- it was really something.
First there was the warmth of the length against his tongue, poking at the back of his throat. Next was the taste, a kind of salty bitterness that made Shu wonder why Mika enjoyed sucking him dry so much. Though the longer his tongue swirled around its tip, receiving more than enough pre-cum dripping around him, the more he began to understand. Something about it was intoxication, the kind of way ambrosia was a drink only for the gods, this was a taste only for him, and he understood Mika’s obsession. A sweet sensation slowly bled into his senses, the taste promised more and suddenly Shu couldn’t get enough.
He pulled back, slightly, before going back in, beginning to suck a little more eagerly. Mika’s fingers grasped the toilet seat, he tried to stifle his moans as his grip turned white. He couldn’t take it anymore, and one hand met with pink locks to feverishly entangle his fingers within. Mika was a grabber and a tugger, Shu’s fate was sealed when he felt the first yank as Mika pulled him deeper onto his cock. The man tried to sputter and cough, but with Mika pushed down his throat all he could do was be practically face-fucked by Mika’s whims.
Finally a moan ripped through Mika, he didn’t even bother quieting himself, he was already so lost in so much pleasure he probably didn’t know what to do. How else was there to react when his Oshi-san was so frantically sucking him off? He wanted it to never end.
Shu on the other hand was reaching an end. And not a “fed up with being used as a hole” end, but an “overwhelming and confusing feelings” end. Everything suddenly felt like so much. The feeling of Mika forcefully sliding in and out of him as he feverishly sucked, his blunt nails digging into soft skin, the grimy musty floor seeping into his knees where he kelt. The sounds he and Mika both made filled the empty room, reminding them both where they were and that anyone, customers or workers, could walk in and hear their sinful affairs.
Shu’s stomach swirled with all of this information. This was the end he was reaching. His own cock was twitching and his stomach stirring with its own wave of arousal. How embarrassing that he’d chastise Mika’s perversion only to fall prey to it himself. Stinging tears threatened his eyes, welling up among the violets still trained on the moaning mess above. He wondered how far this could go. Would Mika notice the straining bulge in Shu’s pants and bend him over the toilet to fuck him quick and hard? Surly that couldn’t happen- right?
No, instead Mika would finish (preferably not in his mouth) leaving Shu to usher him out and away from the bathroom so he could quickly relieve himself and quickly rejoin to finish lunch. This was Shu’s perfectly laid out plan. Easy peasy.
All was not lemon squeezy though.
Mika’s hips stuttered jerking upward as he yanked Shu’s head forward. He pushed himself as far as he could with a broken moan, a similar one threatened to leave Shu but of course was muffled by cock. He was no longer doing the work, Mika was fully face-fucking him, using his mouth to fulfil his dirty, drunken needs.
And believe it or not, Shu was letting it all happen. The more he was used, the more he could feel the interest of his own rising and growing. He felt impossibly hard, impossibly turned on. If he had half a mind left he would be able to realize the entire depravity of the situation, but having his mouth and throat full of Mika’s whims, all he could think about was satisfying their humanistic needs. Out was the handcrafted plan and in was the unpredictableness that was Mika!
Though it would come to an end soon. Mika was getting sloppy, moaning loudly and chasing his edge.
“O-Oshi-san-’m ‘bout to- nghaa-!”
It was obvious how clouded their heads were, Mika’s probably a pile of horny mush by now. Both boy’s movements and reactions slowed and slurred, meaning Mika wouldn’t pull out from Shu’s mouth in time, and Shu sure as hell couldn’t do it himself. The rutting boy was about to blow his load down Shu’s throat and nothing was going to stop him.
Except there seemed to be a sliver of common sense still alive in the boy’s empty head because as he came with a growling moan, he remembered Shu probably wouldn't have appreciated cum as a side dish for lunch. He tried in a hopeless attempt to jerk himself free of the rhythm of his thrusts to save himself from Shu’s wrath.
Unfortunately the desired outcome didn’t play out the way it did in the clouded mist of Mika’s half-working noggin. Instead Shu’s mouth was filled with half of Mika’s sticky seed, while the other ended up shooting across his forehead. It splattered right below his wispy pink bangs, instantly beginning to drip down the slope of his nose, way too close to his eyes.
Usually the knee-jerk reaction would be to wipe it away and scream obscenities at the filth covering him, but Shu was frozen in place, lips agape as cum and saliva mixed and dribbled down his chin. He was lost in the haze, half-lidded, and totally out of it. The sensation of warmth in his mouth reminded him to swallow, he cringed as he did, letting it slide down his previously abused throat. Mika watched, transfixed, unable to look away from how he had defiled his Oshi-san.
Shu thickly swallowed the remaining seed, opening his mouth with a quivering smile. “I-I did it Mika-” he wasn’t exactly proud, but his head was muddled and just spitting it out wasn’t a feasible option for some reason.
“O-Oshi-san-!” he was overjoyed through his clouded two-tones eyes, yet once he noticed the drying splattering of cum, it caused a glint of mischievousness to sparkle through, “Oshi-san… I made ya all dirty. Let me help ya out.”
The boy slithered off the toilet to kneel above Shu, grabbing the sides of his head to steady it, before lowering his own to lick a strip up Shu’s forehead. Breath tickled Shu’s nose as Mika tasted himself, cleaning the other Valkyrie like a mother would its kitten. Shu could’t protest until Mika's slick tongue had finished its work and left his skin damped, but clean from sticky cum. The phantom feeling of tongue gliding over him remained, warming every inch of skin it touched, something he would never forget.
“Kage…hira-” he groaned, remembering the heat growing in his lower stomach. “I-It’s fine. We should get back to lunch-” desperately pleading, he didn’t want his partner noticing his throbbing erection. “Go on ahead.. I’ll finish cleaning my mouth out.”
“Nnah- Oshi-san..”
Mika kissed him. His grip slipped to Shu’s jaw as their lips connected, sharing the taste of Mika between their tongues. Once again a reminder of its salty bite, one that Mika didn’t mind one bit as he traced the insides of Shu’s mouth. Shu was being swallowed whole, and with it went the last remaining strands of his inhibitions. At this point Mika wanted to take things as far as they could go, and Shu didn’t think he could say no.
Goodbye were the plans he had previously detailed in his mind, there would be no ushering Mika out, not as the boy palmed his hand against Shu’s crotch. He was aware of Shu’s growing predicament and giggled under his breath as he fondled him through the thick material.
“Mmng..nn- Mika-” Shu broke the deepening kiss, gently pushing the boy away. Mika rocked onto his heels, looking confused, head cocked as if he were a dog being scolded. Some semblance of awareness was left in Shu, “I’m serious, we’re in the bathroom, we shouldn’t…”
“But ya really helped me out yanno… don’t ya wanna feel good too?” he looked down at his partner with watery eyes, almost begging. His hand didn’t move from its press against Shu, its circular motions doing more of a persuasion than any words could. Fuck, okay, yea. He did want to feel good. But as much as his dick wanted Shu to let go and get fucked sloppy style in the confines of their locked stall, that realistically should not be a choice! Someone had to try and push through the cloud of smokey arousal and be a responsible and courteous person and NOT subject any patrons to the sounds of gross bathroom sex.
Not that Mika cared about any of that.
So when Shu shakily got up to let Mika out from the stall, the boy only pressed himself to Shu more. Caging him against the door, causing Shu’s already unsteady hands to struggle with the lock. Ultimately they fell limp when Mika’s mouth danced across his neck, finding its place in its crook and lightly sucking.
A tremble and moan spilled from Shu’s lips. Mika was warm against his skin once more, manhandling him as he pleased. Shu was at the mercy of those whims yet again, being swept away by the nips and kissing Mika planted into him. Soon they would bloom red in noticeable places for the world to see who he belonged to.
“Ya want us to go out like this?” Mika whispered against his ear, earning a whimper as a response. Mika’s arms moved to hold him in an embrace, calming the rising panic burning alongside the painful arousal. Shu felt very out of control. Sitting on his knees sucking Mika off felt like control, allowing himself to be face-fucked was control. But this, here and now, he could feel it slipping further from his reach and soon it would be totally gone, instead sitting firmly within Mika’s hands.
“Nng- no…I was going to-”
Going to what? Jerk himself off alone? That would make him just as indecent for doing such a vulgar thing in public, though Shu supposed he already crossed that line when he put Mika’s cock into his mouth.
Mika pressed his already re-hardened cock against the curve of Shu’s behind, of course he was already raring to go, anything for Shu, “Ya had to go and get so turned on from suckin’ me off huh? Oshi-san called me a degenerate fer gettin’ all hot and bothered durin’ lunch but ain’t ya just a hypocrite? Maybe even a bigger whore than me hm?”
Shu keened, unable to stop himself from grinding back against the thickness of Mika’s cock. “A-Alright, but let’s be quick-”
His words were cut off by Mika already springing into action, yanking down Shu’s bottoms in one fell swoop, revealing his naked back and weeping front. The boy moved to rummage through a pocket in his shirt-jacket, the only article of clothing left on, a reminder that they really were just having an informal lunch just minutes before. Out from the hidden pocket the boy had procured a packet of lube, tearing it open with one hand and the help of his sharp teeth.
Shu didn’t want to think about why Mika had that so readily available. If he ventured to guess, or even asked, he was sure the boy would answer with something along the lines of “Didja think I woulda been able to keep my hands off ya by the time we got home~” with some kind of purr into his ear. So he chose not to comment.
Instead the next words out of his mouth were not words at all, but a yelp at the feeling of Mika’s lube covered digits entering his ass. Desperately, he tried to grab onto the door for support, pushing his weight onto his toes as Mika’s fingers did their work stretching and prepping him. Hot breath tickled his skin as small groans and huffs melted into the stale air, conjoined with Shu’s own held back moans they created a not-so quiet symphony of slutty sounds.
“T-That’s enough Mika- just please put it in now-” he begged, when did Shu start begging? His mind was long since not his own, instead hijacked by the yearning need of his just as zealous partner, whom he hadn’t seen in too many months. And perhaps the Mika he conjured in his mind was right, this would have happened sooner or later. It was just unlucky (to Shu at least) that it was happening in a public restroom.
Mika didn’t have to be told twice, and like clockwork, rushed to remove his fingers and replace them with his cock. It was quick, and certainly sloppy, causing a crashing moan to rip through Shu. Shocks of warm electric buzzed across his skin making him shiver with anticipation for more of Mika.
“Fuck… Oshi-san yer kinda tight-” Mika groaned into the other’s ear. “It’s like yer body fergot all about me.” You could practically hear the frown on the boy’s face, as he mourned the idea of Shu ever forgetting him in any capacity.
“Hnn- M-Mika don’t be ridiculous, that’s- hah- not how it works.”
Without warning Mika bucked his hips, pushing further into Shu, curving higher to reach that special spot. Another moan. Fingers began to slip. Then a brutal pace was set.
“I’ll make sure to carve myself so deep, Oshi-san can never ferget the shape of me. Never ever.” he growled, quick labored breath ghosting over the back of Shu’s neck. There was no time to protest, because Shu knew what was about to happen. Mika’s sharp fangs ripped into the soft flesh, biting down hard, almost drawing blood as he made his mark. Shu cried, crashing whorish moans, the pain blossomed and immediately surged to his dick.
Silently, Shu prayed he’d let go, he was going to cum just from the feeling of Mika’s teeth and tongue assaulting his wounded neck. He couldn't! He’d never live it down. Thankfully, Mika did let go, but they soon had bigger things to worry about.
The clanging of a door handle echoed into the empty bathroom.
Both boys froze, even Mika’s frenzied thrusts came to a halt at the noise. Followed by the turn of the handle came the creaking opening of the door and quiet unsuspecting footsteps.
Shu panicked, they were about to be caught big time. They were pushed against the door, two pairs of shoes with pants pulled down to their ankles were in full view, if anyone even glanced at the stall they would know their dirty secret. He had to move now, make them look less suspicious, but his cogs in his brain were clogged by thick, horny, fog.
Luckily Mika acted first, pulling them off the door into a backwards stumble that ended with him back on the toilet seat with Shu sitting square in his lap. This would have been a good plan, if not for that force that Mika sat with, causing Shu to be yanked down deeper onto cock. In a desperate attempt to not alert their bathroom guest to their lustful crimes, Shu covered his mouth with both hands, hoping on some slim chance not a single moan could slip through their cracks. It was futile to try and cease his wanton cries, not with Mika shoved so thick and deep within him, this was honestly the best he could do.
With Mika’s hands fashioned under Shu’s knees for support and Shu’s own hands cowering against his mouth, their new position was a little more than erotic. Both knew just how stimulating it was and even through the fear and panic, the boys struggled to stay still. It was almost worse with Mika frozen still inside of him, the back and forth slick thrusting bred a different kind of stimulation, but being impaled quite literally felt like he was being stabbed by a large warm knife. He wanted Mika so desperately to move, and he could tell this was more than a shared sentiment. Neither knew how long they could hold on, or who would be first to cave.
The man in the restroom sure was taking his sweet time at the sinks. He didn't go into their neighboring stall (thank god) and Shu was almost worried that the other toilet was out of order, meaning their guest was waiting for them to be done. Instead it seemed he was just washing his hands and assumedly freshening up in the mirror.
Mika’s quiet whimpers began to grow in volume, he was slipping by the second, unable to stand the building pressure of their position, he wanted- no needed to fuck Shu into a moaning whining mess. But what he didn’t know was Shu was already at that point, just sitting on his cock.
Then finally, the sink turned off, the handle clicked open, and the guest left as the door swung shut. That was the sound of descending heavenly angels to both of them. Immediately, Mika thrusted up hard, Shu’s hand flew from his face and the building moan was finally set loose. He was sure the man who just left definitely could have heard that, but that didn’t matter. Nothing but Mika mattered anymore.
“M-Mika-! So deep-” he sobbed, tears free to stream down his face as the ecstasy was too overwhelming to keep them in. He still couldn’t believe everything happening, but fuck if he cared anymore. “I missed this- missed you-!”
“I missed every part of Oshi-san-” he parroted back, meeting Shu’s awkwardly turned head to pull them into another kiss. They moaned into each other’s mouths as their feverous rutting became the backdrop of their ecstasy.
Mika’s burning hands moved their grip to hold Shu’s thighs tighter, pulling his legs closer to his torso. He was squished like a folded up futon, being pressed further against himself, his dick getting caught between and snagging on the material of his shirt. This was unprecedented friction that the already slipping man did not account for. With a choking moan he knew how close he was and soon their escapade would be coming to an end. The sloppy jerking of Mika’s hips signaled his second release was soon upon them too.
Shu’s arms… where were his arms? The tips of his fingers felt numb, far away, and there was no chance he was going to move them. As the crashing waves of pleasure built and grew like a fast approaching tsunami, Shu tried in vain to sound a warning, attempting to pull his mouth from Mika’s. The boy did not seem inclined to let go, still letting his tongue take control and keeping them knotted together.
Eventually it came to a screeching halt. Shu’s body tensed, every limb filling with a buzzing pleasure as they fell fully slack, head falling back with a silent open mouth. He came hard, spilling between himself and painting his shirt with white. The room was quiet, eyes barely open to the blurring watercolor world. Mika hadn’t stopped of course, but was trying to speak garbled sentences into ears that could not decipher.
“Oshi-san… soon….” he gasped, “Where…? Oshi-san… where-?”
Shu groaned, his spent cock weeping at the overstimulation setting through the numbness. His mind was clearing, gears turning again, trying to make sense of the muddling cries.
Oh. Mika was asking where to cum. And apparently the clouded smoke had not disappeared, because with a shaky plea Shu answered, “I-Inside Mika. Inside me…”
Choosing the dumbest horniest answer for hopefully the last time, Shu basked in the immediate outcome to his command. Mika's second orgasm hits him harder, he bucked his hips in an attempt to push himself into the deepest crevices of Shu. Warmth filled Shu for the second time in that tiny stall, an accomplishment for Mika being able to stuff both ends of his Oshi-san in just barely one half hour.
It felt like so much, and Shu could only squeeze his eyes shut and pray nothing slipped out. He certainly wasn’t in the mood to clean his ass out in a public restroom. So it was safe to say he did regret his answer to Mika, no matter how good it felt in the moment, no matter how the fullness made his head swirl and stomach turn in awful, awful ways.
“Kagehira…” he groaned, trying to shift himself off Mika, who had crushed him into an ever tiger embrace as he rode the final waves of his orgasm. “G-Get up we can’t sit here.”
“Nnhg.. Oshi-san, did we really do that…?” his eyes were drooping, blinking on separate counts like a lizard.
Shu didn’t want to entertain Mika with an answer to such a ridiculous question. As if the cum sitting in his ass and sloshing in his stomach wasn’t proof enough. So he sighed, trying to wiggle out of Mika’s arms as the boy stirred back to life. “Hurry and get dressed, we've both been missing for far too long.”
“Oshi-saaaan..” the boy whined, still groggy from undoubtedly coming twice. His eyes finally met Shu’s and within them was that mischievous glint from before, “Are ya gonna go out lookin’ like that? Everyone’ll know what we did~”
“What do you-” but then Shu looked down. There on his blue flowery shirt was the drying stain of his own splattered release. “For heaven's sake-! Kagehira-!”
“Ngah-?! Why are ya yellin’ at me? It’s yer cum!”
Shu stopped, bottoms now retrieved, zipped, and buckled, before turning to Mika with a disgustingly disappointed stare. It fell with a sigh as he helped Mika onto his feet with a hand, “Just.. Just give me your jacket so I can cover this mess.”
“Yer mess” he quipped under his breath.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothin’!” he fumbled pulling back up his own pants, now fully clothed minus his jacket. Hopefully that wasn’t suspicious. Both were still a little out of it as they finally could leave that cursed stall. Shu probably washed his hands four times before he was satisfied and clean.
Dazed and not yet recovered, the pair stumbled back to their booth, praying they didn’t leave any evidence of the past 25 minutes for poor workers to find. As they returned everything was just as they’d left it, their food gone cold long ago. It was a bit of a shame, Shu hadn’t eaten enough of the meal to properly conclude if its quality was to his standards. It was even more of a shame because he would never know, hell if he was ever going to step foot in that establishment again. Not with the embarrassing memories that would flood back and haunt him til he died.
So instead of slipping into the booth, Shu took back his credit card, pocketed the receipt, and left a large apology tip for the waitress. Then they skedaddled, leaving the restaurant and onto the streets to book it back towards ES.
“Oshi-san, do ya remember when I thought I was dreamin’ this mornin’?”
“Do not speak right now Kagehira.” Shu grumbled, picking up his pace. Being on the streets after what just transpired made him feel as if everyone knew of their sins.
“Well I was thinkin’, at the beginning it all kinda felt like a dream, ‘cause when would Oshi-san do that kinda thing in a public restroom? But then after everything I realized, nah, this felt too real. And ya see- that's what I love ‘bout Oshi-san yanno? I can never tell what’s fantasy or fake, cause every moment with ya feels like a dream come true.”
This caused him to stop in his tracks.
“I-Is that really what you think?” his face felt warm, not from the public embarrassment, but from Mika’s words.
“Mhm-!” cheerily, he smiled that happy toothy grin, one that made all of Shu’s worries melt away. “Of course! I do feel bad ‘cause that totally felt like us gettin’ washed away by one of my whims…”
Shus face exploded into blushing pink, “W-Well-! I wouldn’t have gone to all those lengths if it were not something I was completely comfortable with in the first place! Seriously, I expected you to have a higher standard of me Kagehira!”
With a small ‘hmph’ Shu turned his nose up and walked further in front. Mika whined again, trying not to stumble over his feet as he caught up to the playfully irate man.
“Nnah Oshi-san! T-Then that means we outta do this kinda thing more often right? Bein’ all freaky in public since ya like it so much.”
“NON- I insinuated nothing of the sort, only a sexed-crazed demon like you would admit to such a thing with zero shame-!”
Shu tried to cover his own pinkish shame, pushing down all the screaming thoughts that wanted to admit how much he enjoyed that experience. Looking at the shining grin plastered across Mika’s face, he knew Shu was lying, and even if it went unspoken both boys knew.
Both of them were definitely freaks.