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"Cheers!"
A crowd of voices yells out, nearly drowning out the sounds of glasses clinking into each other. Some hit with more force than necessary as shot glasses tilt too uncontrollably and outcomes liquid shining underneath warm fluorescent lighting. Someone yelps out an 'Oh shit!' then multiple other voices follow with varying responses from rambunctious laughter to worried but amused complaints.
Shu downs his shot glass. The electrifying taste slithers down his throat like coiled thunder in a bottle. The shot glass is (lightly) slammed down on the table as someone's hand heartily pats him on the back. Shu breathes out a loud and pleased sigh at the pleasant burn coating his slithering tongue.
"Hits the spot, doesn't it?" Sonny nudges with his elbow from Shu's right side. He taps their empty shot glasses together with a mellow smile.
Shu can only nod dumbly, lips shiny with freshly poured alcohol. It's a Friday night after quite a long week and Shu is spending it as deserved, getting wasted with his fellow coworkers and friends. A group of them met up earlier in the day and hung out at various places until they got hungry. Now, Shu is packed in a room big enough that can host their more-than-average-sized gathering. Shu most definitely enjoys the company even if they're all basically shoved into one big makeshift table that sits all courtesy of the accommodating waiters with Shu and co. Shu is most definitely tipping generously for their service.
A hand holding a small plate of seasoned bean sprouts appears in Shu's, admittedly, slightly hazy vision. Shu looks up at the owner and Pomu smiles brightly as she places the food in front of him.
"C'mon, eat up!" She points at him with her chopsticks, eyes furrowed playfully.
Shu grabs his set, "Oh, thank you Pomu," and takes a bite. Pomu nods as she scoops up seasoned tofu with a spoon.
Unsurprisingly, it's as delicious as it originally was the first time it was given to their table. Shu listens to the conversations around him as he shoves more juicy pork belly wraps into his awaiting mouth. Maybe—probably—it's the alcohol flowing but all Shu can really focus on at the moment is eating through his personal plate's share of pork belly, stir-fried vegetables, and other assortments. His natural strength in multitasking has been stalling slower as their dinner digs deeper into the nighttime. Thankfully, no one has pulled him into their conversations yet. Shu basks in the simple delight of staring off into space.
When Shu goes to take a sip of broth, it's only when the broth is already down his throat does he realize. There's a heavy weight settling inside of his guts, deep inside his lower core. The pressure has been growing steadily, speed increasing with each drink and sip.
He needs to pee.
Shu's been holding it in for a while, possibly starting when the dinner started which was a while ago. The urge never prodded him but now that Shu's focusing on his body, he can definitely tell that a natural instinct is turning on.
Shu taps Sonny on the shoulder. Sonny turns around with a questioning expression as he leans closer to Shu.
"I'm gonna take a quick breather outside if-if anybody's asking, okay," Shu jerks his thumb over to the entryway.
Sonny lightly knocks his fist on Shu's hand, "Yeah man, I got you."
Shu nods and then places his utensils down safely on his personal plate. He ungracefully stands up, knees wobbling, and begins the arduous trek.
"Uh oh, looks like someone's breaking the seal!"
Shu bursts into laughs. It looks like his leave isn't unnoticed by the others. He doesn't bother to turn as he calls out, "There's no seal here!"
Shu drunkenly stumbles his way outside, buzzed enough to walk silly but sober enough to neatly navigate all the way outside and it makes a world of difference when cool evening air hits him. He quickly finds a bench that's clearly in the restaurant's vicinity but happens to be located a bit more off to the side, not in direct view of the indoor lights beaming down on the outdoor furnishings. Shu plops down with a satisfied hum and leans back into the well-worn wooden beams. The evening temperature feels soothing on his overheated skin. A few cars pass by on the street right in front of him and the resulting winds ruffle his long hair. He wonders if this is how ice-cold baths might feel like.
Shu simply enjoys the moment of lull to himself with his eyes closed. The sounds of the city play their evening tunes with random passersby either chattering away or simply walking somewhere else. It's the perfect and only place for him to wait.
He wanted to go to the bathroom but there was a line forming outside the door. Shu could've waited for his turn, peacefully in line like the other patrons of the fine establishment but the alcohol compels him to step away and into the great outdoors. When the cooling air from the entrance hit him on the way to the bathrooms, Shu just had to feel something nice while he was forced to wait.
Sitting out here makes the troublesome wait worth it. The heavy pressure in his bladder becomes a second thought that future Shu will deal with.
"Shu?"
Shu's eyes flutter open and he turns his head, cheek pressing into the wooden plank and eyes searching. Luca stands in front of him with raised eyebrows and a tilted head. Shu stares at Luca's soft lavender eyes, thoughts trailing off with the mild breeze carrying them away.
Luca waves a hand, "Earth to Shu?"
Shu licks his drying lips. He should apply chapstick soon. Shu turns his head away, "Heeey… Luca."
Something about his own words makes Shu giggle after greeting the other man. It even sounds ridiculous to Shu's red ears. Luca seemingly agrees with a laugh of his own.
"How ya feeling? You look out of it," Luca asks. Luca plops himself next to Shu on the bench, whole body tilted at Shu awaiting his answer.
Shu waves his hand, "I'm taking a breather right now. It's pretty stuffy inside." Shu tacks on an afterthought, "Also a bathroom break… when I go back inside."
"Definitely feel ya, it's real crowded in there. I also needed to go so I just went but the bathrooms are pretty full right now though."
Luca stretches out his body, dropping both arms on the bench. Shu feels Luca's bicep slightly cushion the crown of his head where his head is resting but not exactly touching fully. Shu decides to also stretch out his body, throwing his legs out further from their scrunched position. The light burn and pull of his muscles feel nice, forcing out a quiet sigh of relief from his lips. Pops from his joint are few but audible like bubble wrap. Shu relaxes back into the bench again, letting his body press against Luca's.
"I wanna keep eating," Shu pouts, "but I don't wanna go in yet."
A few fingers tap on Shu’s scalp. "Decisions, decisions," Luca amusedly huffs out.
Shu’s eyes flutter close when Luca begins lightly scratching at his roots, trailing down his hair.
"I also wanna pee," Shu mumbles.
"There's a lot of things you want right now."
A strand of hair gets tucked behind his ear.
"Mhm."
His hair gets parted in the middle and pushed to his front.
"Your food is getting colder the longer you sit out here, Shu."
Luca scratches near the base of his scalp with callused fingers, rough but attentive.
"Yeah…."
Shu's thoughts have vanished into the clouds with Luca's touch. The lowering evening temperature doesn't even matter to Shu, not when a moving blond furnace keeps his overheating body on the side of undying heat. Luca doesn't bother to talk afterward, content to merely touch Shu like he's a human-sized fidget toy and Shu has no complaints about it. They bask in companionable silence.
Just when Shu thinks that he's actually about to pass out is when it happens. A soft noise from somewhere behind him. Shu doesn't alert immediately, assuming it was just something completely random. However, the noise happens again a few seconds later and it's louder, audible enough to decipher.
Mm—rrou
Shu's consciousness nearly slams back into him like a truck. Shu sits up in alertness, aggressively jostling Luca who's been comfortably leaning into him.
"Oh? Shu? What's happening, you okay?" Luca sounds very confused and concerned. Luckily, he's quick-witted and his physical instincts are even quicker as Luca hops up behind Shu a second later.
Shu starts beelining, "There's a cat."
Shu quickly heads into an alleyway, stumbling frequently and nearly tripping face-first into the pavement if it weren't for Luca keeping a solid hand attached to Shu's body. With the blanket of the evening slowly dipping further into the nighttime, the alleyway Shu's walking down becomes more difficult by the second to navigate. Empty cans and boxes occasionally get kicked aside, clanging in the empty network of increasingly growing alleyways. Shu slows down when he realizes the torn-up gray dumpster from earlier is the same dumpster right in front of him. Unfortunately, the cat sounds exactly as distant as before.
A burst of laughter from behind and, "Shu, Let me lead. You're lost and can't see anything."
"Wah--and what makes you think you can see in the dark better!"
Luca changes their positions, now he tugs Shu along while the smaller man stumbles after Luca in disorientation. A firm hand tightly clasps around Shu's wrist, ironclad with its pressure. Much to Shu's vague chagrin but eventual happiness, the meowing does grow louder with Luca at the front. They make two turns into random alleyways before the meow echoes clearly around them almost right in front of them. Shu perks up and speeds up at the source of the noise, loosening up Luca's grip on him.
A small cat who might be orange-colored started meowing louder and faster once it laid its glowing eyes on the duo. Its tail rises up and shakes ever-so-slight, producing a shot of happiness through Shu's system. The cat circles in place up the pile of boxes it was standing on.
"Hello kitty," Shu greets the loud cat. He reaches out in a mild manner but the cat merely sniffs his hand until it starts meowing again. "Why are you crying so much for?" He strokes the cat's tiny head and the cat aggressively bumps its head into his hand.
"Hi there little meow meow," Luca copies what Shu does. The cat doesn't react any differently.
When Luca tries petting the rest of the cat, the little cat simply walks out of his reach. It jumps on taller stacks of random objects left to rot in some hidden corner. The cat turns to look and meows again.
"It wants us to follow," Luca notes with a gasp.
The duo walks over to where the cat stands and it starts moving again, head looking behind every few seconds. The darkening sky doesn’t do any wonders. Shu has to squint to make out the clearest image of the little animal. As the little cat pauses on top of a dumpster and starts pawing at the lid is when Shu hears a faint yowl inside the dumpster. Shu sucks in an immediate breath and immediately jumps into action.
Shu shoves off all the random junk on top of the lid onto the cracked pavement. A bunch of objects crashes on the ground in a cacophony, startling both Luca and the little cat. He moves the last box covering the lid and gently pushes the awaiting cat off to the other side.
Shu gestures to Luca, "Come over here and hold the lid for me."
Luca heads over to the dumpster at Shu's behest. The blond man grabs the lid's edge and pushes it upwards, making enough room for him. Shu quickly leans into the, surprisingly, nasty garbage-less dumpster and sees the source of the tiny wails. It's a miniature copy of the bigger cat standing on the lid. A young kitten shivering in a corner and peering up at Shu with big round eyes, yelling at him. Shu's heart immediately breaks at the sight of the lonely and trapped kitten. He steps on his tiptoes and reaches down into the dumpster, pressing his body on the edge.
What Shu didn't expect is the instant pressure applied to his abdomen. It sends a lightning strike to his weakening bladder. Shu's thighs instantly quiver from the physical impact and it has him taking a quick moment to himself. He lets out a silent groan as the consequences of the impact quickly recede. It doesn't fully go away though. The urge to pee burns like a brand in Shu's physical instincts, unwavering in its intensity. Shu further pushes himself up so half of his body ends up leaning into the dumpster. The pressure rises exponentially considering the edge now pushes itself lower on his body. He forces himself to ignore the aching squeeze manifesting in between his legs. A need he could easily ignore originally runs right back to the forefront of his consciousness.
Shu bites his lip and holds out his arm. The kitten is so close to the tips of his fingers but it keeps shying away from him, meowing for its parent. Shu keeps stretching his arm out for the scared kitten. The whisps of fur tickle against the pads of his fingers. The baby is so close and Shu is nearly there.
Just a little bit closer….
Shu's feet lost their purchase on the ground and with his body precariously balanced, Shu's body starts tipping the completely wrong way. A squawk escapes his open lips. A cold wave of fear burns itself across Shu's skin then his jackrabbiting heartbeat drops to his stomach.
A hand reaches out quickly as a whip. Shu's body freezes in a position only held up by a strong hand. Paused from the dumb fate of experiencing the incoming fall straight into the dumpster alongside the kitten.
Shu can only wheeze out, "Holy cow."
"Careful, Shu."
"Thanks, Luca," Shu's voice warbles at the end.
He gets pulled back onto his feet again. Gravity rights his head again but it brings the rest of his body crashing down to Earth in a way that has Shu trying not to immediately run to the nearest safe spot. Shu has to desperately ignore the burning hot weight coiling between his hips. The emotionally and physically intense moment of nearly smashing his head in has translated itself into lowering Shu's guard. With his defenses blown over, the urge to pee claws wildly at his sweaty thighs. His toes curl with the stain of holding it in.
Even in all of his blinding needs, Shu wants to reunite the cat family and pet them one more time. Separating his closed legs from each other became a delicate procedure with each micro-movement planned out. He heaves himself up on the dumpster's edge with both arms. Shu carefully spins his body around and lands in the dumpster. In a quick swoop, he gently gathers up the mewling kitten in his hands. Shu quickly leaves the dumpster with the fragile bundle in his grasp.
Shu carefully places the kitten on a small stack of boxes further away from the dumpster that looks marginally cleaner than anything. The, presumably, mother cat drops down from the dumpster and quickly runs over to the kitten. The duo meow at each other and the mother begins to groom the little kitten who tries to snuggle up with its parent. Shu definitely lets the moment of pure happiness overtake him while he sneaks (Luca joins in) in a few pets on the reunited family. Eventually, the mother meows at the two of them and then picks up the kitten by the scruff. Shu watches the mother take her baby somewhere else further into the darkened alleys until he can't see them anymore.
With the cat issue finally solved, Shu's topmost priority rolls back. The never-ending urge to relieve himself. Shu tries to remember where they came from and confidently begins marching off in a direction. Before Shu can get any further, Luca grabs his bicep.
"Hold on," Luca walks closer, "Where are you going? You know that's the wrong way."
Shu fully pauses. Sweat trickles down his moist inner thighs. He whips around, "Can you hurry up then? I really need to go." Shu cringes at the desperate lilt in his voice.
Luca stares at him. He tilts his head with a vaguely confused expression. In all of Luca's glory, Shu watches the infamous airheadedness rear its head at the worst time. "You can just pee here if you really need to go," Luca says. As if it were a reasonable request.
"No! That's so disgusting, I can't do that."
Luca has the audacity to look vaguely sad, "I've done it before. It's not that bad, to be honest…."
Shu definitely is in a dire situation and it shows when he grits out, "Please just bring me back."
Luca’s vaguely sad expression is still on his face. The hand curled around Shu’s bicep migrates between Shu's shoulders. "I won't watch," Luca nods with a determined face. Shu can tell that the signature lopsided smirk is starting to appear on the blond man's lips. His well-trusted instincts start flaring up and yelling that something's up.
"Luca, please, I really need to pee. Please lead me there."
Shu tries moving to emphasize his urgent need but Luca's strong grip keeps him still. The tight coil of control over his bladder is rapidly loosening to a horrible degree. His thighs are getting stickier with, hopefully, sweat that just seeps out. The hair freely hanging on his back serves to plaster itself on his nape. Shu is sure that his heart is about to leap out of his mouth.
Shu is almost shouting in panic, "Luca! I-I need to go now!" Shu barely registers the animalistic degree his voice has taken.
He's so acutely aware of everything touching him. Nerves begin to fray as if the rubber coating was peeling off. Shu doesn't even remember the last time he ever peed himself.
Luca's mouth grows into a full open-toothed smile. His lavender eyes turn into delighted crescents. Shu's fear and anxiety mix into a horrible cocktail upon seeing such a joyful expression on Luca's face.
Shu gets yanked backward into a solid body. A sharp squeak rips out of his mouth. Luca cocoons Shu with his arms, trapping Shu further. Shu tries to scrunch over and away with random panicked noises uncontrollably leaving his body. It's no use as Luca merely bends his body over to cover Shu and tucks his chin on Shu's shivering shoulder.
"Here, let me help you, Shu."
Smooth words puff against Shu's sensitive ear which earns a indignant squawk. An arm sneaks its way around Shu's abdomen and tightly squeezes, fingers trying to dig themselves into his waist. Another hand goes underneath his belly button then Luca fully pushes his palm into Shu's soft body.
Shu automatically bends over in half, further trying to curl into himself as a shriek is forced out of his mouth. With all the desperation blazing through his body, Shu tries his damnest to stop the pee from flowing. He shakes in Luca's cage hold but it only serves to further his demise as it physically feels like the pee will slosh out of him. Luca just pushes deeper into his guts like it's not a problem. Shu can't even hear what Luca's relaxed voice is saying to him, not with his heartbeat roaring and his mouth blabbering frantic plea after plea.
Warmth physically blooms inside his underwear.
Forced relief washes over Shu. An ocean that threatens to drown him underneath the currents. With the last ounce of his willpower, Shu manages to stop the mess from getting bigger by reigning in control again.
However, the damage is already done. There's no going back from this. Fresh moisture dampens the fabric covering his legs. Now his pants are also ruined. His pussy is sticky.
Shu doesn't even know when his eyes had closed and opened them blearily. Small beads of unshed tears collect on his corneas.
Luca is petting his stomach, "Good job Shu!" His bubbly voice praises like it's a good thing, to pee yourself.
Shu burns horribly with embarrassment ravaging every inch of his skin. The only thing he can manage to say is "How is it a good job…."
Luca only laughs. That boyish laugh of his appears whenever he accomplishes something devious. Luca moves his free hand down. He hooks a thumb into the waistband of Shu's pants and underwear and effortlessly pulls down, revealing Shu's pussy to the open night air. Shu gets a surge of renewed energy, shaking himself again in vain. The outside temperature is a significant drop and it erupts a wave of goosebumps all over his body. Shu can't help himself but look where Luca is also looking and becomes lighthearted from the bubbling mortification.
Unfortunately, today was a light color underwear day so Shu is forced to really see how much of a mess had already occurred. The stains are incredibly obvious, the darkened fabric stark next to the beige.
Luca hums, "Oh, this isn't a lot? You didn't piss it all out?" Luca turns to look at him, questioningly.
A fucked up jumble of heartrending mortification and aching relief swirls in Shu's thoughts. Even though Luca is literally the one who caused this, a small animal hindbrain in Shu's head perks up at knowing that—at least—Luca doesn't look at him with a single ounce of any piercing judgment. Another, smaller, part of himself wonders what it would feel like if Luca had a look of disgust but Shu immediately locks it under lock and key.
Shu warbles out a weak, "No…."
"Then we should keep going," Luca smiles encouragingly.
Shu wordlessly shakes his head at the suggestion but Luca only smiles brighter. Luca brings the hooked underwear further down, pulling it down normally where they both can't see his underwear anymore. Luca's thumb is dangerously close to Shu's exposed pussy and that has Shu's hackles raised up. The blond man simply rubs his thumb all the way down. Shu's knees immediately buckle from the sudden attention and would've fallen over if it weren't for Luca still securely holding him. Shu squeezes his eyes close, hoping that he wouldn't have to be tormented anymore by Luca.
Luca swipes a thumb in between his wet folds, deliberately brushing against Shu's clit and rubbing all along the sensitive flesh. It punches out a crackly noise from Shu's chewed-up lips. Everything feels immensely sticky and disgusting, it's all too much all at once. Shu can't help but close his legs to try and protect himself but it just pushes Luca's hand deeper and further inside of his folds.
"You gotta use this hole, Shu," then a thumb, rough with callused textures, rubs at Shu's urethra opening.
Shu's eyes fly open and he cries out like a dying animal, "Wuca! Wu-wuca, wait. Wait!"
His legs jerk like a baby fawn. There's drool slipping out from Shu's mouth now. Another wet swipe and Shu doesn't know how he isn't passed out yet.
"Take your pants off."
Shu shakes his head again.
"Do you want to pee your pants again?"
Shu vehemently shakes a no.
"Then take it off." Pause. "Unless you want me to," Luca pulls the fabric tight, "Rip it off you?"
Shu's focus struggles to tear itself away from the increasingly tight fabric rubbing up in his folds. Luca releases the pants but tugs the thin underwear upwards. The soiled fabric digs in with no care. Shu's sensitive nerves have fully frayed. An exposed live wire full of electricity. He pinches Luca's big forearms with how hard he's clinging on, sharp nails trying to find something to ground himself with. Shu's breath runs incredibly shallow when his clit gets rubbed by the underwear. The coil tight about his abdomen begins shaking once more. Physically reminding Shu of his current situation.
"Answer me," Luca mumbles right into his ear. Shu flinches. The hot puffs of air send weird tingles down Shu's spine.
"I-I, I want—"
"Too slow."
A loud tearing quickly echoes in the dark alley. It leaves Shu gasping in shock. He regrets wearing something lightweight and thin because the fabric is easily torn off his body. There's now a giant hole in his clothing that perfectly frames his pussy for it to hang completely free in public. Shu immediately clamps his legs together in a last-ditch effort to hide himself from Luca and the world. He hopes that the lasting stickiness is strong enough to keep both his modesty and sanity together.
What Shu doesn't expect is for his feet to suddenly leave the ground again, leaving him completely reliant on Luca.
"Up you go," is Luca's only warning. Never mind the fact that he already said it afterward.
Shu might be all long limbs and slender body but Luca easily manhandles him like a paperweight. All ease and no difficulty. Shu feels feverish at the casual show of power. Two arms force open Shu's closed legs, hooking underneath squishy thighs and keeping them spread open. Shu's hands immediately fly to cover his exposed pussy, another loud yelp to voice his displeasure. It's incredibly obscene the position Shu finds himself in.
Luca presses a kiss on the back of Shu's head and Shu's heart recoils. The contrasting soft touch paired with the rest of the dirty situation Shu's been forced into.
Luca adjusts his grip on Shu's body.
"Move your hands, Shu," Luca says. Not necessarily a command nor a plea but deceptively mild.
Shu flattens his hands over his holes, "No, I don't want to."
"Shu," Luca begins. It's still mild but there's a taste of steel lacing his words. Shu's hands twitch. "Be a good girl and listen to me," Luca finishes.
A lighting strike hits Shu right in the core. Embedding a weird fuzzy sensation that threatens to swallow up his thoughts.
The words 'good girl' rattles in his head. It's a new discovery that definitely needs some chewing on in the future, to mull over. A full-body shiver overtakes Shu without his permission. Luca's words keep ringing loudly in Shu's ears. A fresh wave of tears pricks at Shu's waterline and obscures his already hazy vision. Shu tries to ignore how there are beads of slick now discharging from his pussy just from Luca's words.
Shu has to take a deep breath, the first one in a while, and airly whispers, "Okay."
Luca doesn't say anything. Only presses a kiss behind Shu's ear.
With his arms comfortably secure, Luca slides a hand down Shu's body, and with two fingers he spreads apart Shu's pussy even wider. The cool air even touches the most intimate parts of himself which Shu has never done even in the confines of his locked bedroom. Luca's thick fingers frame Shu's hole, keeping his pussy lips pinned down to the sides. Almost like a butterfly forced to unfurl its wings underneath the gaze of a scholar.
"Here, take a piss like you wanted," Luca taps Shu's tiny hole. It sends multiple jolts through Shu's system.
Shu wants to shake his head no. He wants to run off in a random direction and never see anyone ever again. Maybe hide in some hole for the rest of his life, alone and safe in the privacy of his own bubble. Away from the unhygienic alley and the man currently holding him spread out for the world to look at and observe. He wants to fight against Luca's wishes, for a bit more. Regaining a little bit of control back for himself again.
Shu doesn't do that though.
His throat, raw from his ongoing emotional outburst, closes up. Shu affords himself a little bit of luxury and hides away his face. A tear falls from a lash. It trails down his flushed cheek. His hair is in disarray. There are definitely flyaways scattered all over.
Shu wordlessly nods.
Luca—purrs—in satisfaction. He noses at Shu's hand. "Good girl," Luca rumbles. His quiet but clear voice pitches deeper from the genuine pride coloring his words. There is delight and hints of smugness sitting alongside pride.
Maybe Luca already knows that Shu still needs help, maybe he doesn't. The fingers that pin down Shu's folds begin to caress and rub at sensitive flesh. All of Luca's attention is now directed to where his fingers touch, doing exactly what he needs to get Shu to loosen up. Shu is already a sensitive bundle of nerves brought to strong emotional extremes so it doesn't take long at all.
Luca is not kind to Shu's pussy. He moves with haste, rough and unyielding. Every stinging touch feels like it's on the verge of too much. It's heavy-handed. It's fast. The coil ever present is terrifyingly pulled apart with ease by Luca's hand.
It's perfect.
Shu already can't stand the soft kisses and the encouraging words. Tears stain his cheeks, salty and dripping down his chin. Shu hasn't been in control of his voice since the moment Luca started giving him a hand job, maybe for ages even.
Shu physically can't hold it in anymore when Luca suddenly jabs two fingers inside of him. The insertion gets his body taut as an arrow. Shu is moaning, tongue peeking past his lips. The ache that has been throbbing through his pussy gets assuaged by two talented fingers. Luca thrusts in and out. In. Out. The curl and crook prodding at Shu's stretchy walls. Luca gets his thumb to work on Shu's clit and it only takes a few more flicks before Shu's hazy vision whites out.
Shu doesn't know where he starts and where he ends. Incredible relief flows through every nook and cranny. His body has finally emptied itself. He finally feels relieved of the weight that's been hanging between his hips after so long. The only thing Shu can feel in the brief moment of his consciousness slipping away is how quickly his heartbeat has been beating.
When he comes back to his body, his legs are still twitching from where they hang in the air. Shu wearily blinks his teary eyes. There is so much hair plastered to his sweaty forehead and face. Shu is breathing like he just ran a marathon for the past three hours. He gingerly moves his head, resting on Luca's shoulder, and looks down. The wall right in front of Shu has been sprayed with whatever liquid he had ejaculated. Multiple stains on the brick wall decorate the already dirty surface. The embarrassment. briefly buried, is immediately zapping Shu back to full alert consciousness. Before he can even say anything, a high-pitched moan interrupts it.
Luca is still fingerbanging his flushed pussy with no shame. What's wrong is that Shu can literally see and knows even under the dimness of the night that there is piss and slick covering Luca's tattooed hand.
Shu chokes out, "Oh my god, Luca!" He grabs the blond man's moving hand. Slender hand wrapping around a thick wrist that doesn't pause for even a second.
"One more," Luca growls out. His voice now a sharp rasp, arousal thick on each vowel.
Shu tries to move away, "No more, ngh, it hurts! Uhm-mmh!"
The post-orgasm feeling quickly curdles into something painful.
Shu feels his head buzz like a firecracker.
All too quickly, Luca forces another orgasm out of him. It nips at the tails of the last orgasm. Shu is vaguely sure that his heart stopped beating at some point.
He doesn't know if he can physically feel embarrassed anymore. Not when it's been wrenched out of him. Barely anything has happened and yet Shu is the human epitome of a scab picked raw. Wounded and uncovered by any shields.
Luca rubs Shu's shoulder, "Can you stand by yourself?"
Shu only just realizes that his legs are back on solid ground. Luca slowly lets go of him, hands hovering around Shu, and waits for an answer. Shu can stand still. His knees buckle when he barely lifts one leg up and Luca instantly stabilizes him again.
Luca laughs, boisterous as ever. Back to regular programming. Not that Shu feels normal yet. "I guess not yet," Luca amends.
Shu is pulled down to Luca's lap where he decided to sit down on an old table. He gets tucked inside Luca's arms like a cocoon. His thighs faintly ache with strain and his abdomen quivers ever so whenever he touches it too much. There's a cloying stickiness that's horribly gross all over. Shu needs to take a shower to really scrub everything off his body. His pants are still ripped too.
Shu suddenly jostles and nearly smacks Luca in the face when Shu turns his attention to the blond man. Shu sits up straight, "Oh my god, I'm getting your pants dirty." Shu can only bring himself to sit closer near Luca's knees with half of his body now hanging off. Worry paints his heart over.
Luca only stares dumbly at Shu. He very pointedly stares at the rest of Shu's body, "I think you should be worrying for yourself first. I'm perfectly okay compared to you."
"And whose fault would that be?" Shu pointedly stares back with his arms crossed.
"Haha," Luca's lopsided smirk comes back, "It would be mine." Luca does seem a bit apologetic when he says, "Sorry by the way."
Shu glares at Luca. Luca stares back with puppy eyes only to break into a loud laugh a few seconds later. The audacity of this man.
Shu actually smacks him this time.