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"Yoshiki! I'm so bored!" "Hikaru" bemoaned as he mindlessly channel surfed. His casually dressed body was outstretched along the middle of the white couch. Yoshiki straddled one end, his leg bouncing nervously as he twiddled his fingers. He wasn't just bored, he was desperate. Every second that kept his mind from being preoccupied left his thoughts to wander onto the growing strain of his bladder. Despite that, the thought of admitting it was too embarrassing. No matter how monotonous the moment was, it felt childish to pull away from "Hikaru" just for a bathroom break. He couldn't leave him alone. Instead, he tried to be patient.
"Hikaru" lingered on a nature documentary for several seconds. It was something about fish avoiding predators. Despite Yoshiki's internal protests, "Hikaru" seemed unexpectedly drawn into the program. At first, he leaned forward, letting his eyes dart along with the schools on screen. Then, he scooted a bit to the side and leaned his head onto Yoshiki's shoulder. He enthused, "Heh, livin' creatures are so weird. Yer fine with watchin' this, right?"
Yoshiki felt the heat rising in his face. The touch set his body on fire and sent an electric pulse through his spine. His hands fumbled with the front of his shorts as he muttered, "S-sure, we can do that."
Their bodies pressed closer together. "Hikaru" savored the warmth as he grabbed Yoshiki's arm and straddled it. Yoshiki looked away, surprised by the sudden intimacy. He didn't push it away. It felt good. He would've begged for this kind of touch any other day, but his body was betraying him. Each tick of the nearby clock, wet sound effect from the TV, or cool breath along his neck only made his pressing need more unbearable. He needed any sort of relief, but his stupid awkward self refused to interject.
The documentary had moved on to a new scene and was now discussing squid mating rituals. "Hikaru" held a hand to his face, feeling a light blush start to show. He chuckled softly before exclaiming, "Ohoho, how can they show this stuff? So naughty, eh?"
Yoshiki glanced back over to his "friend" as he let a smirk begin to show. He teased, "Don't tell me yer into this."
"Into this? What do ya..." "Hikaru's" voice trailed off as he connected the dots. His cheeks burned even redder as he stammered, "I-it's not like that! I just... started to think about some of the things you've said."
"Heh, what did I say?"
"Y'know, about bein' inside me..."
For a moment, Yoshiki was able to be distracted from his painful urge. That was until he felt a hand riding up his thigh and a finger tracing circles along his skin. It made his legs weak and trembling, and his lip quivered desperately. His body beckoned for release, but, to anyone else, he would have looked more excited than not.
"Ya like thinkin' about it too, don't ya?" "Hikaru" cooed. He shifted his weight, eventually ending up planted on Yoshiki's lap. Yoshiki squirmed, his cheeks becoming further flushed and his teeth dragging into his bottom lip. The pressure on his bladder was unbearable, and he couldn't resist letting out a soft, anxious whimper.
"Hikaru" adjusted himself along Yoshiki's body. He rested carefully along the side of the couch as he leaned his head carefully onto the chest behind him. He playfully pinched one of Yoshiki's cheeks while continuing, "Yer awfully quiet. Do ya want me to move around a bit?"
Yoshiki gulped, masking his true feelings. "Please, I need you to stay still," he muttered softly as he let his fingers slip under "Hikaru's" shirt and clutch each side of his waist. "Hikaru's" bodyweight was centered directly over Yoshiki's bladder. He couldn't move. He couldn't cross his legs or grab his crotch to console his aching cock. Yoshiki had assumed that he could survive a situation like this or that the moment wouldn't feel so long and arduous, but he had unwittingly trapped himself in a prison of his own creation.
He buried his face into the crook of "Hikaru's" neck. Yoshiki groaned painfully, his cock pulsing needily as he felt the fluid trying to escape his tip. He knew it was probably too late to do anything. He had somehow chosen a couple extra minutes with "Hikaru" over a bathroom break, and he was prepared for the embarrassment of regretting his choice. His nails dug into "Hikaru's" skin as he uttered, "Ah, Hikaru... I-I gotta pee so bad..."
"Oh come on! I just got comfortable!" "Hikaru" laughed off the situation, not understanding its severity. It was the worst possible reaction he could've had. It made Yoshiki feel like a total idiot. Tears started to well up in his eyes as he knew what was coming. His body forced out a few hot spurts of pee. He tried to hope for it to not be noticeable, but the fluid was quickly spreading through several fabrics. "Hikaru's" face dropped as he noticed the warm sensation irradiating along his backside. He interrogated, "Yoshiki? W-why am I wet?"
"I'm sorry... I couldn't hold it anymore..." Yoshiki meekly replied. He covered his face with his hands. It was his last shield against raw mortification. "Hikaru" quickly stood up, feeling the dampness along his clothes and looking back at the mess he had just been sitting in. The stream was swiftly spraying through the front of Yoshiki's shorts. The dark wet spot was impossible to hide, and his pee spurted down his thighs and soaked into the cushion below him, an obvious yellow puddle migrating around his skin.
"Hikaru" paused, collecting his thoughts as he took in the sight. Yoshiki seemed way too cute when he was this vulnerable. "Hikaru" couldn't get his mind off of that troubled face. He wasn't going to let Yoshiki live this down. His sight stayed fixed onto the wet skin and cloth, his smirk creeping up as his eyes glowed devilishly. He prodded, "You... didn't make it to the bathroom. Ya couldn't've said something earlier?"
Yoshiki groaned as he looked down at himself. As his stream sputtered out until his bladder was empty, his twinge of relief was mostly overshadowed by how shameful the accident was. He cringed at himself with disgust, his voice straining, "I didn't wanna walk away from you. I didn't know it would get this bad until it was too late..."
"Hikaru" cackled sharply as he teased incessantly, "Ah, ya pissed all over everything! It got on me, too! Ya really can't control yerself anymore?"
"I... I'm sorry. I couldn't stop. It felt… it felt too good," Yoshiki tried to explain, but he couldn't look away from himself. His head hung low, his face fully flushed and the redness glowing along his neck and shoulders. His twitching fingers twiddled with the front of his shirt as he winced to hold back tears.
"I thought you were smarter than this. Ya can't do anything for yerself... I guess I gotta give ya pee breaks now since ya don't know how to deal with it on your own," "Hikaru" kept going, his dark enjoyment clear through his voice. He had been begging for this power over someone for a long time, and it was finally happening.
Yoshiki’s embarrassment peaked, letting a few stray tears stroll down his face. He looked up at the tormenting boy, breath catching before he yelled, “I know I’m gross! Please stop makin’ fun of me for it!”
The sudden outburst seemed to break “Hikaru” out of his trance. The color faded from his eyes as a look of concern grew. He tried to comfort him, “Y-Yoshiki! It’s just some playful banter. Y’know I didn’t mean any of it.”
The weak justification meant nothing to Yoshiki. He saw that piercing gaze and the rich glee that came from seeing him suffer. When “Hikaru” held out a soothing hand, he slapped it away. He held his arms close to his chest, turned his body to the side, and he quietly sobbed. “Hikaru” recognized the sulking frame of someone who needed to be alone. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head before silently stepping out of the room. Yoshiki tucked his head into his shirt and heaved.
"Hikaru" returned after a couple minutes. He held out a towel and kept his voice soft as he apologized, "I'm sorry for bein' so cruel. I should've known you weren't in the mood for those kinds of words."
Yoshiki silently grabbed the towel and held it between his barely parted legs, soaking up the excess fluid. He tried to reply, but his mouth was too dry to form any words. He took a few deep breaths, wiping his wet cheeks with a spare hand. He eventually spoke, "I'm all messy and cryin' like a little kid. I'm so embarrassing..."
"You have a sensitive soul. It's what makes ya beautiful," "Hikaru" eased. He sat down beside Yoshiki and brushed a hand along his face, pushing the hair out of his eyes and consoling a shiny cheek. Their eyes connected for a moment.
"Do you... like seein' me like this?" Yoshiki gave an inquisitive expression before looking back down at himself, "It's so weird. I feel like you're the only person that should ever see this side of me."
"Hikaru's" blush shined softly at the admission. He stammered, "I-um, well, yer kinda... cute when yer sad. I dunno if I wanna help you or make it last longer. Is that mean?"
Yoshiki's embarrassed flush had largely dissipated, but it came back with a vengeance, this time from his excitement. He wasn't used to showing emotion, especially not being admired for it. Being loved through something so unusual was scary, yet he couldn't ignore how good it felt. He set the towel to the side, revealing the growing bulge spreading beneath his tight clothes as he uttered, "Look what you just did to me."
"...You really like this."
"This is so humiliating... Am I being too nasty?"
"Hikaru's" mouth began to water. He placed a hand along Yoshiki's knee and peered down at the erection with intent. His thumb traced circles along warm skin as he dared to speak, "Not at all. It's wonderful. Can I kiss it?"
"Wha-y-ya can't! I'm so filthy. I need a shower..." Yoshiki meekly protested, but his curled lip and stiff muscles betrayed any front he could construct.
"I don't care about any of that. Maybe I'll like it if it's a bit sour," "Hikaru" hissed enticingly, his eyes flicking back at the taller boy with a faint crimson hue.
Yoshiki huffed, pulling at the collar of his own shirt needily. He gave a quick nod, "Sure, go ahead."
As his palm trailed up Yoshiki's sticky thigh, "Hikaru" bent down and grazed his lips along the shorts' faded stain. The stinging flavor hit his tongue, his mouth opening to suck in the dampness. With each sloppy kiss, he couldn't resist letting out soft moans along the twitching cock that was barely concealed. Each movement toed the line between stimulating Yoshiki and forcing him to internally beg for more. His hand eventually crawled up to the band of Yoshiki's shorts. He paused for a moment before he pleaded, "I wanna taste all of you. Can I?"
"Please," Yoshiki whimpered as he let one hand rest along white hair and another clasp at his unneeded clothing. He shedded his layers in one swift motion, letting his desperate, glistening cock bounce free. "Hikaru" grasped it carefully as he guided it towards his mouth. His free hand continued to roam across a shivering leg, his nails embedding into the skin. Yoshiki groaned, lightly pulling the hair of the head that was gradually taking in every inch of him. The sound of hitched breath after each wet motion reverberated through the room.
"Hikaru" bobbed faster, his drool slipping past his lips and coating the base of his feast. His mouth had grown numb to the flavor, and his muscles were only occupied by the service they could give. Yoshiki's head drew back onto the cushions behind him as the pressure built. He tried to force out words, but his body was too consumed by pleasure to allow him to speak. His entire consciousness was now wrapped around the building arch of his back and the massaging sensation vibrating through his hardness. He couldn't control the enthusiastic sounds that escaped his throat or the fresh tears that built around his eyes. Once "Hikaru" could sense the precum sputtering at the tip, he pulled his head back up while grabbing the slick cock with two hands and cherishing it with a few forceful wrist flicks. Yoshiki cried out as his cum sprayed along his shirt, the wetness seeping through the last of his clean clothes.
With his back fixed to a straightened position, "Hikaru" cradled Yoshiki's head. His lips drew near to the tears that fell across the soft face. He broke the brief silence, "You're crying again. I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"It... felt too good," Yoshiki struggled, his eyes blinking forcefully. "Oh god, why do I like this so much?"
Without another thought, "Hikaru" slowly dragged his tongue along one of Yoshiki's cheeks. The sudden touch distracted Yoshiki. It made him shiver, and then he started to laugh. He held "Hikaru" back with one arm as he questioned, "Why are you licking me?"
"You're salty. I wanna taste..." "Hikaru" wrestled playfully until he was able to lick Yoshiki a second time.
"Ah, that tickles!" Yoshiki lightly shoved at "Hikaru's" forehead but never hard enough to force him away. When "Hikaru" began lightly nibbling on his skin, he continued, "Not too hard! Not too hard!"
"Hikaru" chuckled before letting his bite turn into a kiss. He whispered soothingly, "Ya know I love you."
"Yea... we should prob'ly clean up now."