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„Cherry boy! Come on, come on, one more round,“ Shinoa wheedled, drunkenly leaning against Kimizuki on her left. She gestured empathically with the almost-empty cocktail glass in her hand and the pink-haired teen had to grasp her elbow and steady her so she wouldn’t spill the dregs of the fruity concoction she’d been drinking all night all over them. Yuu, about to get up from their booth so he could finally get home, groaned. “I really…”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Kimizuki sighed, nudging up his glasses with his free hand. Shinoa leaned into him, over his arm, to get to the straw of the drink standing on the table in front of him, slurping noisily. On the small stage of the karaoke bar, Mitsuba and Yoichi giving a passionate rendition of a Bon Jovi song and Kimizuki, the only one that was still somewhat sober, gave Yuu an almost pleading look that very clearly said please don’t leave me alone with them. “It’s your birthday, after all. And it’s barely eleven. You can’t go home yet.”
“But Mika…”
“Mika is studying!” Shinoa slurred, lifting her head from stealing someone else’s drink. “All but begged me to get you out of the house! You must give him more time to prepare!”
“…for exams!” Kimizuki hurriedly added. “Prepare for exams.” They were both acting very suspicious, Yuu thought. But this was his birthday, they were right, and Mika did have to study; he had all but pushed Yuu along with them earlier when the squad had shown up to pick him up, out of the blue, to go partying. He sat down slowly again and, with a sigh, gestured to the waitress for another round. The song on stage ended with a smattering of applause and a catcall from Shinoa that made Yuu wince from the sheer volume. Shinoa jumped up and threw her arms around Mitsuba when the two returned, flushed and beaming, burying her face in the blonde’s chest. “Mi-chan! You were so good!! You’re always good though. You’re the best!” she told the other girl with the unconditional joy of the truly drunk. For once, Mitsuba didn’t push her away or yell at her, but simply snickered and hugged her back. “You should come back on stage with us for the next song!” As they all piled back into the booth, Yuu was stuck in the middle. Another drink was put in front of him, fruity and sweet with a twisty straw and a small umbrella. Next to it, the waitress put a cupcake on a saucer, a small candle stuck into the top. Yuu looked up quizzically. “Happy birthday,” she told him with a wink before moving away.
“Well?” Mitsuba said, propping her chin onto her hand with a smile. “You have to blow it out and wish for something,” Yoichi added. “It’s cherry flavored!” Shinoa shrieked in glee, clapping her hands. Yuu grinned. He loved cake and the fact that his friends had thought to order something like this in a bar just warmed him. He leaned in and blew the candle out with a quick gust of air. I wish I could be with Mika.
It was well past midnight when he got home. Yuu had been forced into a cab with all of them, dropping off one teen after the other at their respective homes. Yoichi was the last in the cab, waving at Yuu when the car drove off; Yuu lifted his face into the cool air for a moment, breathing in deeply. The night brought with it the spice of autumn; wet leaves, crisp air, the idea of snow still faint and foreign. Yuu stood on the sidewalk for a long moment, allowing the cold to sharpen his alcohol-muddled brain, only then turning to get inside the building.
The apartment he shared with Mika was on the second floor out of five; one bedroom, one large living room, a kitchen and a bathroom, with a balcony wrapping around their half of the house. It was late, so Yuu very carefully turned his key in the lock and snuck inside…only to find that there was faint light in the kitchen. He toed off his shoes and crept closer, peeking around the corner. Mika sat at the kitchen table, in his terrycloth robe, legs crossed and a book in his hand. His hair was open and wavy from having been pulled back into a tiny ponytail all day and on his nose perched slim wire-rim glasses he preferred for reading; a usual picture, really – if not for the cake on the table in front of him, stacked with exactly twenty candles, all of them aglow and the only light source in the room. He must have made a sound because Mika looked up, sharp blue eyes softening at the sight of him. “Hey,” he said quietly, a smile on his lips. Yuu felt his cheeks heat; he was the only one Mika smiled at like that. “Hey,” he replied just as softly.
“Well,” Mika said, closing the book and putting it onto the table. “It’s not really your birthday anymore now…you’re later than I thought you would be.” There was no censure in his voice, only warm amusement. Yuu took the few steps needed to get beside him and leaned down, pecking his boyfriend’s lips in greeting. “Did you bake this?” Mika’s smile widened into a mischievous smirk. “Yes. It has cherries.”
Yuu groaned. The cherry references followed him wherever he went; it had started with Shinoa losing her virginity first in their small group of friends and from then on calling everyone cherry boy – or girl – until they got it on with someone, too. Yuu was the only one that had been stuck with that nickname in the end. “You need to stop talking to Shinoa.” Mika hummed in agreement. “And you need to stop hanging out with her…did you know she gave you a dildo for your birthday? Again?”
Yuu’s brow twitched. “Yes, Mika, I was there when my presents were opened. By me.” The ashblond snickered and looped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist. “Go on,” he said, rising from the chair, his arms not moving; Mika brushed a kiss against the bridge of Yuu’s nose. “You know the drill. Blow them out, wish for something.”
For the second time that night, Yuu bent over cake and flames and blew. The room was immediately doused in darkness; from next to him, he could hear fabric rustling very softly, hitting the floor. After a moment, Yuu got used enough to the darkness and the dim moonlight falling across the floor that he could make out Mika next to him – and his robe on the floor. “Mika-“ A hand beneath his chin, lips suddenly on his quieted him. The kiss was gentle and drawn-out, Mika’s hand caressing his face while his mouth pressed and slid against Yuu’s.
Mika’s kisses made his knees weak on the best days; today, with Mai-Tais in his bloodstream and so much affection lathered on him all day already, Yuu had to catch himself against the table. Mika’s hands grasped his waist the moment he wavered, lips coming apart an inch, breath mingling. “Did you drink too much?” the blond murmured, lips brushing Yuu’s with the words. The dark-haired teen shook his head. “No – I just…” Yuu’s own hands came up to touch Mika, one landing on a bare arm, the other on his chest – which wasn’t as bare as Yuu had thought. “What’s that?” He gave a puzzled frown, curiosity breaking his pleasant daze for a moment. He stepped back and held Mika at arm’s length, turning and nudging him so he could see, and failing because of the dark until Mika laughed and twisted away.
One by one, the candles on the cake were lit again.
With each candle, Yuu’s face grew hotter.
His boyfriend was wearing nothing but a broad red ribbon wrapped around his biceps and chest, down his slim, defined torso, curling around one thigh. There was a big red bow over his groin. “Uhh-“
“Yuu-chan,” Mika said tenderly, lifting both hands to cup his cheeks and peck his slack mouth. “We’re going to get rid of your cherry boy status tonight.”
“But I…uh….I mean, we did it so often already.” Yuu had seriously thought Shinoa kept teasing him because he had been the last of their group to be intimate with someone, but-
“Yeah, but not like this.” Mika kissed him again; his hands smoothed down Yuu’s cheeks, over his jawline and neck and down his arms until he could grasp his wrists, pulling Yuu’s arms low around his middle until the slightly shorter boy’s hands rested on the firm round of his ass. Yuu moaned into his mouth, lips parting with the sound only to have Mika bite down on his upper lip in a teasing nibble. His hands tightened against their perch involuntarily, one of them close enough so one of his fingers slipped into the cleft between the firm cheeks. Yuu pulled back, startled. “Mika! You’re wet, are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Oh my god what happened?” He flew into a frenzy, turning the blond into the table and pushing his upper body down on it so he could inspect the offending area…only to find Mika breathlessly chuckling against the cool surface he was lying against. “Oh, Yuu-chan.”
Puzzled as to why Mika would laugh about this, Yuu frowned and leaned in to inspect his boyfriend’s behind more closely. He parted the cheeks with both hands to see for himself if Mika was hurt; but no. Mika was just very, very wet.
“But this…Mika!” he complained when Mika began laughing without restraint, snickering into his folded arms. “Only you, Yuu-chan, would think I’m bleeding when all I’ve done is prepare myself for you. Like two hours ago already, by the way.” Yuu huffed. There was another red bow resting on Mika’s tailbone, right over where…oh. His fingers tightened against the cheeks he held again and Mika groaned, most of his amusement forgotten. There was a faint blush over his nose and cheeks from what Yuu could see; Mika was beautiful illuminated only by the candles on Yuu’s birthday cake right next to him, his back slightly arched, hair tousled around his flushed face. Yuu felt like pulling his collar away from his neck. “You….um…for me? I mean, really? I mean, usually…” Usually Mika would be the one to take him. Mika was good at it, too. And they had been doing it a lot like this so didn’t that mean that Yuu might be good at it too because he had a lot of material to study from?
Yuu bit his lower lip and dragged one fingertip through the crack, starting from the bow and passing over the wet wet muscle with a featherlight touch that made Mika moan all the way down to where the blond’s balls hung heavy between his spread thighs. “Yuu…”
“You are…are you…?” Yuu didn’t even know how to form full sentences anymore. Mika was looking at him from over his shoulder with his cool eyes all heated and wanton and he couldn’t think straight when Mika looked at him like that. “Are you ready enough…?” He knew how it could smart if they were too eager, too hurried. Yuu didn’t want to hurt Mika; Mika was giving him a wonderful gift here, one that he would have never thought he wanted in the first place but presented like this in front of him, blood rushed into his nether regions so quickly he grew faintly dizzy. “Try,” Mika purred at him. Green eyes bright with arousal flicked back down, smoothing over the curve of Mika’s pale back, intersected with the blood-red silk ribbon. “You look good in red,” Yuu mumbled as he brought his hands back to cup the mounds presented to him, pulling them apart again. The candlelight flickered over Mika’s body, making his skin shine like satin, but the way his body was positioned made it close to impossible for Yuu to actually see something. He used his fingers instead; he would be lying if he denied the whimper that came strangled from his throat when two digits just glided right inside of his boyfriend and Mika rocked back against them with a groan.
Yuu tilted his head, curiously pressing them deeper until his hand rested against Mika’s warm skin. The blond was panting into his arms by now; he hadn’t allowed himself to cum earlier when he had played with himself to prepare for his boyfriend. “Ahh, Yuu…” Yuu looked up and grinned. “Do you like that, Mika?” he cooed, pulling his hand back and pushing back in. He was fascinated by the way Mika’s inner muscles pulled at his fingers, clenching around them. A trickle of lube ran down his hand slowly. “You’re soaked.”
“I went a bit overboard maybe,” Mika huffed in a chuckle. “Ah, that feels good…press down against…oh, my god,” he groaned loudly, eyes closing when Yuu found his sweet spot and pushed against it firmly. “Another…Yuu, give me another, please.”
Yuu grinned. He set another fingertip against the rim and pushed inside, bending over Mika’s back to kiss the round of his shoulder. “I like it,” he purred into Mika’s ear, nosing it tenderly. Mika’s fingers were curled against the tabletop, cheek resting on his forearm. Unwilling to be made so helpless, Mika looked at his boyfriend from under his lashes. “I’d like it better if you put your cock inside me already.”
Yuu didn’t think he ever tore off his pants faster before. He needed both hands and the sudden emptiness made Mika groan, Yuu’s fingers uncoordinated, his eyes glued to the winking hole, the trails of clear oil running down Mika’s milky thighs. If the way he shoved inside his willing boyfriend was a little rough, it was totally not his fault – Mika should know better than to drive him crazy like that! That train of thought was completely wiped from his mind, along with all other thoughts, the moment Yuu bottomed out inside that channel. He whimpered; his forehead met Mika’s shoulder and he panted against the flushed skin. “Dammit…” Yuu’s hands were tight on Mika’s hips and he could only hold on, still and trembling and enjoying the snug slide and squeeze around his cock. Mika scrabbled at the table, groaning. Yuu was a respectable size, proportional for his body, but Mika took him better than the blond had thought he would. “I used your new dildo,” he purred to the other, faces so close with Yuu draped over him like that that he could hear the tiny sob of hitched breath as Yuu, no doubt, imagined that scene quite clearly. “I’ll show you if you’re good-“
He didn’t get much farther because Yuu was pulling back suddenly and snapping his hips to crowd back inside the blond, completely enamored with the sensation of being gripped like that. Velvet heaven – even better than Mika’s mouth. His eyes were open but he could see nothing but Mika’s face, grimacing in bliss as he pounded into the tight heat, without much grace but enough passion to make up for that, mouth searching and catching against Mika’s skin, nibbling his shoulderblade, kissing the damp strands of hair sticking to his neck and cheek, licking the corner of Mika’s moaning mouth. His fingers curled into the ribbon wrapped around Mika’s hips, using it to hold the older boy beneath him. Loud smacks echoed in the kitchen and became faster; one of Mika’s cries put two of the candles out, too close to his face to withstand the brush of air. The remaining light turned Mika’s hair into pale gold.
Yuu whimpered, completely overwhelmed, teeth scrabbling against Mika’s shoulder without finding purchase as he came after only a few minutes, hips stuttering against Mika’s ass, his cum only adding to the wetness inside the sweet, snug hole. He sagged against Mika’s back and belatedly noticed he had been very selfish…as he caught his breath, he reached around the other’s hips to find his cock and stroke him to completion…growing puzzled, again, and very curious when he encountered that hardness wrapped in yet more ribbon. Mika groaned at the touch as if it was painful, but rocked into his hand. “Mika, did you…isn’t that a bit tight?”
Mika chuckled. “That’s kinda the point.”
“Ohhh…”
Yuu pulled back, very carefully, and helped Mika turn around. He set the blond onto the table’s edge and took a good look; the bow was made at the base of Mika’s cock, tying off any sign of release. The length was heavy and throbbing, releasing a shivering droplet of precum when Yuu trailed a finger along the underside. Yuu’s eyes went wide and round; in a matter of moments, Mika was shifted to lean back, his ankles thrown over Yuu’s shoulders, and the dark-haired boy was shoving back inside, fully hard and fully prepared to go another round. He was also fully ready to release his beloved boyfriend from the cruel bounds, but his fingers only plucked at the bow, numb with pleasure, the moment he was inside Mika again.
Mika was even more beautiful like this, Yuu thought, eyes halflidded as they drank in the picture the blond made. Sprawled out so lewdly, still wrapped in red, face flushed and eyes heated and liquid as they stayed firm on Yuu’s face; the flickering candlelight only added to the moment. He didn’t even notice when Mika’s hand joined his between his thighs and pulled open the bow with ease, sighing in relief.
It took him two of Yuu’s energetic thrusts to come, splattering himself all the way up to his chest, the creamy globs sticking to skin and silk both. “Ohh, fuck….mmm Yuu…” He was silenced by Yuu’s mouth on his, deeply licking inside. “Mm.” His arms wrapped around Yuu’s neck, a hand tangling in his dark, messy hair, holding on for the ride.
Mika woke to bright sunshine and bruises the shape of fingers on his hips. Yuu was blissfully snoring next to him in the bed they shared, a leg thrown over his possessively. The late morning sunlight made the dark-haired boy glow as if he had a halo. Mika smiled, reaching out to trace the shape of Yuu’s lips. “Happy birthday, my angel.”