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A muffled groan sounded out as sandy hair spread across the pillows, dark eyes fluttering shut. Sparks of pleasure ignited through bodies, heating up stomachs and making one's hands shake as he laid against his mattress.
Juzo’s eyes fluttered open every few seconds, taking in the sight of Shihai hovering over him. Had it not been for the window and the partially open curtains in the room, he would have disappeared in the darkness. He thanked the bright moonlight shining through for highlighting at least one side of the other's body.
His heart pounded in his chest, vision blurring from the tears watering up in his eyes. If he had any more strength to him, he would have bit down on the skin of his arm he had draped over his mouth to contain his noises. His other hand trailed up any part of Shihai he could reach, from his arm to his shoulder and back down, with the occasional grip to the black fabric of the other’s sleeveless shirt.
He could barely think at this rate, even though his mind tried to trail over the events of what got them there. They had gotten rather close over the few months, gradually more touchy and flirtatious. Juzo had been cautious at first, knowing all too well the scheming plans Kuroiro conjured in his head and not wanting to be part of it. However, it was only so long before he gave in to the little looks the other would flash across the room at him, the way he seemed to touch him ‘casually’ far more than he did the others in their class, and not to mention how he treated him in private.
Honenuki would rather die than show affection in public, even though he had linked pinkies with Shihai on the bus during a school trip. He didn't like putting anything on display, or having extra attention on him. Though, the privacy of either of their dorms was a different story. He let Shihai take more of the lead, barely ever moving his hands off him or casting him a warning look. He essentially allowed him to do whatever he pleased while still taking things slow, and he thoroughly enjoyed every part of it. He couldn't deny the way his heart pounded with each teasing kiss Shihai would lay on his skin or with every raillery that slipped from his mouth or especially with every touch his hands laid on him.
He allowed Shihai to lower his guard more each day, and as much as he hated himself for potentially falling for 1-B’s longest lasting joke, the other part of him indulged in falling deeper and deeper for his classmate every single day.
That brought them to the now, the both of them laying against the bed in Juzo’s dorm, Kuroiro hovering over top of him about to take things right to the next level. Honenuki’s heart started to pound even harder as he phased back into reality, his vision clearing lightly as his gaze landed back on the slightly taller male who’s thumbs looped in the band of his own boxers, readying to pull them down.
Something jolted in the blonde, a pull to halt everything. He didn't know what it was, he didn't even know why he acted so suddenly, but before he knew it, he took a hold of Shihai’s upper bicep, sitting up.
”Wait—!”
He cried out, immediately stalling in his words as his eyes met Shihai’s, the others gaze equally surprised as Juzo himself felt.
He didn't know why he did that. Maybe his body knew something he didn't, or he was so wrapped up in his thoughts he had consciously missed something his subconscious didn't.
Or, he just forgot why he had moved. Which he was almost sure of as things started to flood back to him. Right, his constant uneasiness and insecurity he had bugged Shihai with each and every time they were alone together.
”Are you sure about this?”
His voice finally filled the silence. Now that Kuroiro’s eyes were boring into his, he felt like an idiot. He shouldn't have interrupted, he knew exactly what Shihai would say. He shouldn't have started second guessing and retracting into his own head like he always did.
”Uh.. Yeah?”
Kuroiro’s voice pulled him back into the uncomfortable silence they sat in, and Juzo hesitated as he heard the other’s voice curve up in such a way that it sounded like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. He didn't respond, instead watching the gears turn in his unofficial partner’s head as he gathered what was going on.
”I’ve been through this with you.. You just think too much.”
Shihai spoke after some seconds as he leaned over Juzo, laying him back down and moving his hair from his face. His voice was quiet as if he was trying his best to not sound harsh, seemingly wanting to be sensitive to the situation.
Juzo’s shoulders settled a bit as he leaned back against the mattress, his eyebrows furrowing lightly as his gaze averted.
He just found it so difficult to believe Shihai had truly found him attractive enough to do something like this. Nobody ever had. He knew it was mainly due to his teeth that he wouldn't hate as much if it was a product of his quirk. It wasn't. He was just born like that.
Barely anyone had ever wanted to touch him period. He had grown up being stared at, mocked, or questioned. He had been whispered about, and as he got older he had been approached by students dared by others to ask him out. How could he believe Kuroiro truly liked him? He barely even knew what it was like to have a true friend, let alone a partner. Or, whatever they were.
It was just—
”Juzo.”
Kuroiro’s firm voice jolted him out of his swirling thoughts, his eyes widening and his gaze moving right back to Shihai’s blue ones.
”Get out of there.”
His voice even sounded like he was smiling as Shihai tapped the side of his head. It made him feel a little lighter, too.
”Sorry. I just—”
”I know.”
Cut off again. Jeez, Kuroiro really liked to get to the point.
”How many times do I have to tell you I like you until you understand?”
A chuckle meshed in with his words as he continued to brush Juzo’s hair away from his face. Honenuki felt his heartbeat calm down just a bit. Maybe Kuroiro was right. Maybe he did just think too much and he should just let things play out instead of fussing over something that only he was thinking about.
More beats of silence stretched out between them, and Juzo soon found his hands wrapped around Shihai’s.
”Do you wanna keep going?”
He blinked at the question. Jeez, he really should talk more, he's been silent for who knows how long now.
He gave a nod, eyes trailing down to watch as Shihai slipped his hands under his shirt, having apparently decided to change course and instead of going back to what he was doing before the interruption, he put his hand to the band of Juzo’s boxers and slid them down.
Honenuki gasped at the air hitting his skin, feeling his heart speed up again as he tilted his head against the pillows and squeezed his eyes shut. He tried not to pay any mind to the chuckle Shihai emitted at his reaction, focusing on the darkness behind his eyes instead. His hands shook harder with each measly touch to his skin, muscles tensing as he heard the shift of fabric and gradually felt Shihai lift his legs.
The sensation was almost overwhelming. He could practically feel Shihai staring at him, at every vulnerability he usually kept hidden, both physically and emotionally.
Besides the literal part, he never felt so naked before. He felt like all of his emotions, his flaws, his inner personal core was on display and Kuroiro was meticulously observing it.
He tuned in to the click of a cap, and the pause before he felt anything else. After some seconds, Shihai’s hand came down to rest on his hip. Juzo could practically feel the hesitation.
”I’m gonna.. go all the way, now. If that’s….. just, tell me to stop if you need to.”
Of all the times Shihai was smooth and sly with his words, this was not one of them. His voice was thick with awkwardness, enough to make a soft chuckle sound through Juzo’s throat. He could be so endearing.
Juzo gave another nod of his head, his fingers twitching against the bedsheets as he waited in anticipation.
More beats of silence, nothingness, until it happened. He harshly tensed as he felt Shihai press against him, hands flying up to grip on the others shoulders. A strained whine escaped his throat as he felt Shihai push in slowly. His breath caught in his throat as his body seemed to go into overdrive. He had never felt more of an ache in his groin than in this moment. The sting made his body shake but the pleasure mixing in made his heart pound and his stomach knot. His breath hitched once it escaped his throat as he heard Shihai’s low groan. He liked this too then good.
”Feel okay?”
A deep voice strained from above him, and he nodded. He felt his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths, tightening around Shihai and enticing a groan each time he did. His body was rigid, and even his legs shook as he wrapped them around the others back.
”Ju— You need to, relax. It won't help either of us if you're so tense.”
Kuroiro’s voice sounded more strained than before, and after taking in his words, Honenuki relaxed his muscles the best he could. He hadn't even realized he had been so tense, not until Shihai brought it to his attention. He felt his fingers twitch around the others shoulders as he let out a breath he also didn't realize he was holding.
”Move.”
He finally spoke, noting how he accidentally cut off whatever Shihai was going to say next. He felt his hip being squeezed, before feeling the jolt of Shihai’s slow, inexperienced thrusts. He whined, one eye cracking open just a bit as he craned his head back. He was almost glad both of them were virgins, he didn't really have to impress anyone.
One hand moved down from against Kuroiro’s shoulders and gripped tightly at the sheets. Good god, he was big. Or at least, he felt big. Big for someone like Juzo who had never done anything with anyone and never fully experimented with himself besides jerking off like a normal guy his age.
His heart pumped along with the rhythm of Shihai’s gradually increasing whines and groans, and Juzo’s own noises got louder as he slowly watched the other come more undone and speed up. It wasn't long before the room was filled with only the sounds of steamy breathing and incomplete versions of each other's names.
Shihai’s hands were placed on Juzo’s waist for leverage, his face contorted with pleasure as he sped up to quick, sharp thrusts. He was angling his hips in such a way that only made things 10x better for Honenuki, who cried out and dug his nails further into his grip on the sheets each time that special spot was hit.
The pleasure was going to push him over the deep end, and even though it felt like eternity (as much as he wanted it to last that long), it was a mere few minutes before he came undone. Reaching his hand out to grasp Shihai’s shoulder, eyes open as he stared down at him.
”I—I’m.. it.. I’m gonna..”
He was cut off by his own whiney mewl as he tilted his head back again, his stomach knotting up more and the knot feeling like it was about to burst. Shihai seemed to catch on to what he had been trying to say, and entangled their hands together before thrusting harder.
”Together.. We’ll do it together.”
Kuroiro spoke under his breath, straightening up his back and squeezing Juzo’s hands. It seemed that Shihai was just as close, given how erratic his thrusting was and how his desperation seeped out of each thrust.
With each pound to his prostate, the heat in his stomach swelled until it unraveled entirely, crying out and craning his back as white ropes spilled over his stomach, soon feeling the strange sensation of hot liquid inside him. Damn, they had entirely forgotten about the brand new box of condoms sitting on the nightstand. It's fine. He’ll deal with it later.
Juzo’s muscles relaxed against the bed as his eyes closed, his chest heaving as his lungs worked to get a deep breath in. He felt weight beside him as Shihai landed against the mattress, panting breaths out himself.
Honenuki took some moments to catch his breath before turning his head and looking at the other through half lidded eyes. Shihai met his gaze, reaching over and brushing stray hairs out of his face. Had his eyes always been that blue?
They laid like that for an unnoticed amount of time after, each trying their best to collect themselves. Though the bodily weakness didn't stop Shihai from leaning over and pressing tired kisses to Juzo’s neck and shoulder, but that was just his nature.
Juzo finally phased back into reality he hadn't realized he had escaped from as he turned his head, looking to his right while gentle pants still left him. He definitely wanted to do that again, even though he was sure it was probably a lousy first time for Shihai. Or, maybe it wasn't. Maybe he just thought too much.
”We need’a clean up..”
Juzo turned his head back over at the sound of Shihai’s tired voice, chuckling a bit and looking at the ceiling. Yeah, they did. He felt sweaty.
”Soon.”
He panted back. As gross as he felt, he was too tired to get up just yet. And he didn't exactly mind laying there for a little longer, feeling the weight of Shihai next to him. He hoped Kuroiro felt the same.
He did.