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I stare at my feet when we walk—it’s rainy and I’m tired of this. The sun is about to rise and we did all we could while it was down so we agreed to rest.
Sanemi ignores me—he always does. I hope he hasn’t forgot or, god forbid, doesn’t know. It would’ve been really embarrassing if I didn’t know though, I should really thank Uzui the next time I see him.
We continue walking along the path, he stops, so I stop.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He grinds out. I really wish he didn’t stop—the rain was really cold.
“I’m… going to rest?”
“Your estate is that way.” Sanemi flung an arm up in a direction and turned back around, continuing his trek to his estate.
“Won’t we see each other again tomorrow night? We still have more of the mission left” I murmured as I caught up with him, walking alongside him.
He sighed, a long, exaggerated, exhausted sigh. “Yes. We’ll meet up again tomorrow and go back to the demon’s hide out.” He explained like he was tired of my stupidity. I’m pretty tired of his constant attitude; maybe he has forgotten that it’s our third mission together.
I give a hum and we continue walking down the path.
After a few minutes, he whips around and glares at me—not stopping his walk though. I think he understands the rain is not something we should camp out in for too long.
“Dude what the fuck? Stop following me.”
“Your estate is closer though?”
“So?”
“So I assumed that’s where we would be going?”
He frowned—water dripping past his bangs. “For fucks sake.”
He glared away and kept walking. We approached his estate, I followed behind him as he opened the gate and stepped into his home, he didn’t hold the door for me but that’s okay. Though a bit unwelcoming, maybe he just forgot.
I close the door behind me and begin to take off my soaked haori. He does the same a few feet in front of me, his back facing me.
“Dry off and get out of here.” He spat out and took a step forward.
I take a few quick steps forward as I hear my haori plop onto his floor. I press my chest against his back and reach my hands over to grip tightly on the edges of his shirt, my fingers dancing around one of the few buttoned buttons.
“What the fuck—?!” He startled, though I pressed into him more as he shifted.
I undid a button, my face resting on his shoulder as I stared over him.
“Dude—what the fuck are you doing?!”
Sanemi ripped himself away, stepping back and staring at me with alarm.
“What?” I ask, his warmth missing from me.
“Wh-what?!” Shinazugawa stared at me and I stared back.
I stepped closer again, my hands reaching up to my own buttons. I undid each one and felt his eyes trace over my features and actions.
“What are you doing, Tomioka?!” He asked again… maybe he did forget. That’s embarrassing for him.
“It’s our third mission together.” I say it matter-of-factly and he just stared at me like I have three heads.
I step up to him, my body almost flush with his. I undo my final button and slowly slip the wet uniform off my shoulders. It slides onto the floorboards.
“Are… are you hitting on me?”
“I’m making the first move since apparently you have too much pride.” I say it a bit bitterly but I think he must’ve liked it. He let out a shaken breath as I stared back at him and I move my hand over to his last button, undoing it without protest.
He sucks in some air and slowly—without any help from me—begins to shuck the wet uniform off of himself. It falls to the floor behind him.
I smile very softly at him, glad he’s finally done acting coy. That does something, I think, because next thing I know he begins filling the air between us with himself.
He places a hand on my back and I place my hands along his back and shoulder as he presses in to kiss me.
I kiss him back and—wow, yeah, I haven’t kissed anyone in years. I just can’t believe the person I end up kissing after so long has to be Shinazugawa of all people. I hope this isn’t awful but it must not be because he presses against me even more and I feel his tongue travel across my lips.
I tangle some fingers in his hair as we deepen our kiss and I feel him tug me backwards as he takes slow steps into a hallway.
I follow his lead—it’s his house, after all—and he manages to fumble us together into a bedroom. He breaks away from me as he steps in, closing the bedroom door behind him.
I take this opportunity to get my hands down to my belt, shucking the clasp away and pulling it off me. He turns back to me and pauses, watching as I snake the belt out of each loop and drop it to the floor.
It’s still dark out—the sun had barely risen and only a sliver of it seeped through the closed window, I can only imagine what he saw but from what I see, it’s beautiful.
Sanemi is staring straight at me with an expression that reads nothing but want. His mouth is agape and the morning sun defines how pink his ears and lips are.
I feel some pride, because that was me who did that.
He steps forward again, mocking my movement as he undid his own belt and pressed a kiss to me.
“Fuck, Tomioka…” he said in a hushed tone as I pulled him backward towards his bed. He sounds nice when he’s horny. He followed along, his belt flying down onto the floor and I feel his hand begin tugging at my pants button.
“You got bold, quick.”
I shrugged as I watched him lower my pants. “It’s our third mission.”
He ignores me, staring between my chest, my legs, my crotch which is still painfully covered by my undergarments.
“I’m good to take this off?” He murmured, I bring my hand down and lift the edge of the underwear up and off my skin.
“Yea.”
And so he did, he lowered the final piece of clothing off my body and tossed it aside. My dick was hard—I’m not exactly ashamed. He saw it and smiled anyway; it definitely isn’t good for my ego but I ignore that for now.
I feel his breath push against my skin and shiver.
“I’m gonna—“
“Yup.”
He nodded and stuck out his tongue, licking a stripe up my cock.
I suck in some air and stare down as his white hair pushes closer and closer till it tickles against my stomach.
I let out shaken breaths as he pulls on and off, his tongue gliding along my dick and he moaned into it. He was taking it pretty well—I’m shocked he wanted to do this for me, but I would never complain.
I lean my head back and my fingers curl tightly in his hair. I feel myself getting closer with each wet bob of his head. He pulls away after a moment, saliva lines his lips as he smiles at me.
He smiles at me?
I don’t get to think about it too much, he moves up and presses his chest to mine as he begins kissing along my neck and jaw.
“God, Tomioka…” He whined out, I feel as he slips his final layer off and his cock presses against mine. Hah, I’m bigger. Maybe. “God, I love you.” He whispered in my neck, still kissing me.
“How should we do this?” I hum and tangle my fingers in his hair.
“I don’t care. Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” His offer was enticing. As much as I would love to see Sanemi underneath me—squirming and pleading—I can’t say I wouldn’t also want him over me. Besides, he already put my dick in his mouth; I should give him this.
“Go inside—“ I whisper and he nodded into my neck, his hand traveling down my stomach and sliding to my underside.
I squeeze my arms around his back as I feel him press a finger into me—I sighed as I grew accustomed to the sensation and another finger slipped in.
This pose, the tension, his earnestness in this was almost too much for me. I hadn’t actually had full blown sex like this—and god, doing it with Sanemi was outer worldly. Never would I have thought he’d actually be willing to do this.
My thoughts are torn out of me as I feel him pull away, rubbing his wet fingers along his dick and—shit, maybe we are the same size.
I press my fingertips into his shoulders as I feel him line up and slowly push his cock inside me.
I gasp, letting out a choked sound as he managed to push all the way to the base. I feel the scruff of his groin against my ass and I’m a little embarrassed, but the embarrassment is quickly dismissed as I feel him pull out and push in once more.
Oh, god.
He did it again, and again, and this time he’s letting out guttural sounds of pleasure. Yeah, the next mission we are definitely switching. But not right now—this is too good.
I grunt out and kiss his cheek and jaw as he speeds up, our moans mingle together.
He pushes in faster and faster and I feel my composure get thrown out the window.
“Shina~” I get cut off by each thrust—hitting deep inside me. “…z’gawa~ fuck…” I whine out and he cuts me off by locking our lips in a sloppy kiss.
“I’m g-gonna…” he stopped talking as he groaned out, I just nodded as I leaned up to kiss him again.
“P-please… keep going.”
He hummed as we made out, pushing and pulling out crazily.
I lean my head back and groan, coming undone as he presses in once more.
“S—Sanemi~…” I whine and he bites against my neck, thrusting in one more time and staying there, holding himself stable as I feel him cum.
We stay like that, panting against each other. He sighs, pleased, and slowly pulls out.
“…sorry.” I felt as his liquid escaped me, dripping onto his sheets. “I didn’t mean to… inside you.” He whispered as he stared down at me underneath him, undone.
I shake my head and place a hand on his cheek. “No, no. That was amazing.” I reassured him and he smiled, leaning his face into my cheek.
“I love you.” He said it in a way that almost made me believe him.
I hum, pleased. He lays beside me and stays silent—probably eager to rest.
“Next time I want to be on top.”
Sanemi nodded, a breathy laugh escaping him.
“Yeah, next time you be on top.” He whispered.
I’m about to get up when he draped an arm over me, holding me and pulling his body closer to mine, hiding his face in my neck.
He’s awake, I know, I can feel him sigh into me contently and I hesitate.
Is this normal? Uzui had made it sound like it was common to just leave after—so why was Shinazugawa cuddling close to me?
I put my hand in his hair and soothe him, I feel his chest raise and fall and my breathing matches his.
It’s nice, I decide. I feel his lips press a gentle kiss into my skin and I sigh happily, squeezing him a bit tighter—he does too. This is nice.
—
Shinobu sipped on her tea as she glanced down at my papers, she nodded, still analyzing it.
“You seem good to go—besides I don’t want to take up too much time, I was assigned on a mission tonight with Iguro, actually.”
I nodded, “Do you think you’re gonna hook up?”
Her face slowly shifted from her paper up to me, staring at me with the strangest look.
“Now why would you say that?”
“Well this would be your third mission together, right?”
“Yeah?”
“Isn’t there like a thing where the third time you go out with someone it’s like… kinda normal?”
She paused, staring at me still. I take it as my queue to speak again.
“I don’t know… Uzui was saying something about that.”
She inhaled, a long, composing, inhale. “Yeah, that’s totally a thing… but, uh, Iguro and I were talking about it and we just decided we were gonna keep it platonic.”
I nodded and hummed, she just stared again as if checking to see if I was serious.
“That’s good.”
A small frown tugged at her lips and she let out a long exasperated sigh.
“This is really nice of me to say.” She prefaced, her facade breaking. “That’s not a thing. Uzui was talking about going out on dates.”
A cold flush zipped through my body and I let out a sudden, “Oh.” I made a face that I don’t think she could read—mortification.
“Even with dates it’s kind of an antiquated social custom—I’m not surprised Uzui was talking about it honestly…” she droned off and noticed my oddly shifted demeanor. She sighed and put a hand on my shoulder pitifully.
“But other people probably got confused...” I said it like I was convincing myself.
She sucked in some air through her teeth and shook her head. “No, I kind of doubt it…”
“…okay.”
“Don’t worry about it, it’s kind of adorable that you didn’t get it.” She brushed past it and stepped back to the side table, grabbing a pen to write on the paper.
“No yeah, I just…” I stare at the wall with a dazed expression, she glances at me with slight concern. “I have a lot to think about… over this weekend.”
“What’s this weekend?”
“Shinazugawa and I are going on our—um, fourth mission together. So I…” I paused, suddenly, everything started clicking. “I’ll figure it out.”
She stared at me, confused and then turned away, deciding she didn’t have the energy to care. “Huh. Okay.”
—
“You ready to go?” Shinazugawa stretched back, putting his hands on his hips and letting out a sigh.
“Yeah.” I hum, stepping alongside him as the sun began to rise. It was a days long walk, so we had to leave early if we wanted to make it there before dark.
We stepped side by side in an awkward silence—I hadn’t seen him since the morning we shared together a few weeks ago. After a few minutes I felt his hand brush against mine, then he intersected his pinky with mine.
I didn’t stop him—but I stared over at him and our fingers. He avoided my eyes, continuing to look in front of us down the path.
His ears were red and his mouth was forming its typical frown.
That’s when I finally realize it—Sanemi likes me. Holy. Crap.
I feel some air expel from me and I stop—staring at him with a shocked expression.
“Shinazugawa?”
He stopped as he felt my finger fall behind, not letting go and instead turning back and looking at me.
“What?” He said it so typically, like he hated me and everything about me.
“You like me?!” I speak incredulously.
He frowns. “…Yeah?”
“You do?!”
“Tomioka—what the fuck are you doing?”
“I didn’t know you liked me?!”
His furrow got deeper and he shifted his palm from holding pinkies to holding hands. He tugs at my hand, motioning for me to keep moving with him.
“I told you that I loved you.” He reminds me.
“I thought that was just in the moment?!”
He shook his head and stopped trying to get me to move. “Tomioka why would I even have sex with you if I didn’t like you?”
“I thought that was what you’re supposed to do on a third mission?!”
He perked a bit, glaring at me. “What?” He paused. “Is that why you kept saying that?! God, I thought you were just…” he droned on, a thought occurred to him a moment later. “DID YOU ONLY COME ONTO ME BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT WE WERE SUPPOSED TO HAVE SEX?!”
“YES!?”
“YOU—?! YOU SAID YOU WERE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE I THOUGHT THAT MEANT…!?”
“I THOUGHT YOU JUST WERE IGNORING THE CULTURE OF THIRD MISSIONS?”
“THAT. IS NOT. A THING!”
“UZUI TOLD ME—“
“UZUI WAS FUCKING LYING!”
Well now we were just having a confused yelling match with each other—this is getting us nowhere, we’re better than this. Then, he rips his hand out of my hand. Okay, now I do want to yell.
“I THOUGHT YOU ACTUALLY LIKED ME?!” He shouted very accusatorially.
I suck in some air and frown at him.
“I THOUGHT YOU JUST DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME! I WAS TRYING TO GET YOU OFF YOUR HIGH HORSE AND JUST SLEEP WITH ME!”
He stares with his mouth agape, his fists clench. “So—all of that wasn’t because you liked me?!”
“I couldn’t even tell you liked me—I had no idea!”
“Fuck, Tomioka!” He turned around and stomped down the path—ignoring me now.
What a toddler. I catch up to him, staring at him as I match his pace. “Hey.”
“Don’t talk to me.”
“Shinazugawa.” I frowned again.
“I don’t wanna hear your voice.”
“I do like you.”
“Bullshit.”
“No, no, I do.”
He glanced at me but focused back on the path. “I’m not gonna have sex with you again just cause you’re trying to soothe me.”
I frown still and kick a pebble as we walk.
“Can we at least hold hands again?”
He stays silent and seethes. I almost press again but his hand reaches over slightly, open as if waiting for a treat.
I slip my fingers between his and squeeze, he squeezes back.
“…We can have sex again.” He relents.
“You’re a very weak man.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“I like you.”
“…Shut up.”
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