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Boys usually just wore literally anything boring like a suit, fake blood, a bowtie and pretended to be a vampire for halloween. Well, that was what Yoshiki had prepared to wear for the event. Maki was worse, he said he would wear a bedsheet with eye holes hacked out using safety scissors and the word “BOO” scrawled across his chest in marker like he’d run out of his dignity.
“So it's just me who put all the effort into this halloween? I mean, we have 4 more days t’ prepare, do better like the girls.” Hikaru was mocking their halloween outfit even though he hadn't seen it. He elbowed Maki, hard “Yer a disappointment, man.”
Maki rubbed his ribs where Hikaru's elbow landed, squinting his eyes “Ugh- since when did ya turn into a halloween police, dawg? Aren't we just coming for food and a quick look around? Whatcha gonna wear anyway?”
Yoshiki stayed quiet the whole time. It was Hikaru’s first halloween, after all, and for some unknown reason he’d recently gotten obsessed with online games and cosplay, so Yoshiki understood why he was suddenly so invested.
“I was gonna be a zombie, but Yoshiki said it ain't funny.” Hikaru gave him a side eye.
“It's not funny indee-”
“So I decided to be real cute, I wanna be a cat,” he announced, like it was some new breakthrough in fashion. No one cared, apparently. “Mind ya, I bought the whole set. Kinda looks like something girls would wear, but the lady from their livestream said it’s for anyone. Ah-speak of the devil, it came today. Yoshiki, wanna check it out after school?”
“Yeah… okay.” He didn’t even listen. He just said yes to whatever Hikaru planned so the guy would stop yappin’ and Yoshiki could go back staring at a little house spider in the window corner, mind empty.
“Bet it’s gonna be a boring cat onesie, but yeah so so. at least ya put heart into it.” Maki muttered back with zero enthusiasm.
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The box in front of them was huge, there was no way onesie was the only thing inside. Yoshiki sat still while Hikaru was unboxing it. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do here, like rating his outfit or something?
Hikaru pulled everything out, it was indeed not a cat onesie.
“Hikaru, that's lingerie”
“What?”
“Nothin”
“Muahaha look, they even sent me panties matchin the theme.” It was embarrassing talking about it, he shouldn't have brought it up, now he could feel awkward silence between them.
“Of course, it's lingerie.”
“Did ya say sumthin?”
“Nothin. Uhm ya gonna try it on or what? what am I supposed to do here?” Yoshiki wished Hikaru would just show it off without actually wearing it, or he wanted the other wise he didn't know anymore.
“Oh yea, gonna put it on. Its accessories are kinda complicated but I guess ya can help.” He was already halfway out of his clothes.
“Wait, do it in yer bathroom!” Yoshiki wasn't ready at all.
“Relax, am not that crazy t’ try on panties in front of ya. Look, still wearin boxers.”
Suddenly everything around Hikaru's room looked interesting, since when were there some patterns on the ceiling? Oh, it was just spider web.
Yoshiki swore he'd been averting his eyes, but his dense friend and that stupid full-body mirror with a slim frame behind Hikaru showing him struggling with all the top's twisted straps and ruffles around it, pulled on his skirt haphazardly, not bothering to fix it. Loud snap sounds from elasticized chest band and waistband driving him crazy. Why didn't Hikaru open his damn phone and follow instructions from the store's website instead of ‘exploring’ that ‘cat-theme costume’ with his smart brain? And of course, he wouldn't ask for help; maybe he noticed Yoshiki was uncomfortable with the atmosphere he’d created.
“Ugh, I think it's ugly.” Hikaru finally muttered, breaking the silence between them as his clothes rustled in the still room. “This top only works if ya have big boobs. it keeps fallin off me.” He sounded disappointed.
Fuck Hikaru, i can see yer nipples
“It ain't ugly. cammere, lemme fix it.” Yoshiki turned Hikaru around to face away from him, needing to escape the view for a second. He fixed twisted straps and accidentally tightened them too much, though Hikaru didn’t complain. “I think the sleeves are supposed to be off-shoulder.” Yoshiki murmured, easing the fabric down Hikaru’s arms. Thin straps stayed on his shoulders, but the sleeves dipped low, exposing just enough to make Yoshiki look away again. Suddenly he felt like he'd done something unforgivable.
“Oh wow, it looks like in the picture. Now fix the skirt.” Hikaru felt awkward atmosphere had already vanished now that Yoshiki was helping him, didn't know Yoshiki held his breath several times every time his fingers brushing Hikaru’s skin.
“No big fix, just sum ruffles need unfolding, there ya go.”
“Yoshiki, guess I need to wear panties too, this skirt is shorter than my boxers, kinda ruins the look. What do ya think?” Hikaru chose his words carefully, trying to keep the mood steady, even though a bit of that earlier tension still lingered between them.
Well, those neon green boxers did ruin his whole pastel cat lingerie. “Uhm, yer… right.”
“Riiight, turn around then.”
“YER GONNA CHANGE HERE?”
“I’ll be quick. just turn around or stare at my nosebleed service, yer choice. We’ve still got a mountain of accessories to deal with.”
Yoshiki immediately turned away from him. Soft rustling filled the room, ending in a brief, unmistakable snap of elastic making him dizzy. Then he felt something under his pants come to life.
I hate myself.
“Done, ya can look now. Told ya I'd be quick. I’ve never worn panties before, it's kinda uncomfortable.” Hikaru didn't wait for Yoshiki’s response, grabbing stockings and pulling them on in hurry.
“Whatcha doin’? You’ll rip it! What’re ya? five?” Yoshiki snatched the stockings out of Hikaru’s hands.
“Haha, well technically I'm not even one.”
Now Hikaru’s stockings were in his hands. And then what? Was he really supposed to put them on for him? He might’ve gone crazy. Why wasn’t he thinking straight? He knelt before Hikaru, regretting every single decision he made. His bare thighs were right at eye level, and the moment he slid that long ass stocking up, oh… those sharp snaps nearly fried whatever was left of his sanity.
One more of that sound, I'll explode.
SNAP
SNAP
“Yoshiki, can you fix these straps again, it's too tight, it’s giving me red marks.” Hikaru finally complained about it.
Yoshiki exploded.
Yoshiki stood before him. Hikaru automatically turned away to give him access to the straps sliders, but Yoshiki gently guided him back to face him. He began to carefully kiss his exposed neck and shoulder, making sure he didn't make marks. His fingers fumbled with the straps more than they should’ve, slipping and hesitating before finally loosening them.
“Yoshiki?”
“Was it too tight? I'm sorry, is it okay now?” said Yoshiki, face still buried in the crook of Hikaru's neck. His hands roamed over the planes of Hikaru's back, mapping out the contours he'd been scared to touch.
He pulled them flush together, eliminating any space between their bodies, pinning Hikaru against him. It was so close Hikaru could feel his arousal against him.
He wanna do it? right now?
He'd never had that kind of desire. He didn't need it at all. But the idea of Yoshiki skin to skin with him just like in the film he watched the night before, that Yoshiki held him. He needed it like he needed air to breathe.
“Yoshiki…” Hikaru cupped his cheek, leaned in then pressed their lips together. It was slow, sloppy, and clumsy, all teeth and tongues, showing they just had theory in mind without any real experience. Their hearts were beating fast, their breath came out short, it felt suffocating. Yoshiki broke the kiss first, locking his eyes with Hikaru who remained eyes closed a little longer. When Hikaru opened his eyes, Yoshiki suddenly had the urge to swallow him whole.
This is the worst.
“Ya said yer panties are uncomfortable, right? How about we take them off?”
Yoshiki grabbed a random hand lotion he found in Hikaru's drawer and shoved whatever pillow under Hikaru's head, the only comfort he could offer while Hikaru lay on the hard floor. He trailed tender kisses along his belly and inner thighs. His teeth grazed the delicate flesh, sending shivers of pleasure racing through hikaru. sucking and biting, marking it like a reward since he couldn’t make them on his neck, because he knew he’d lose his mind listening to stupid excuses Hikaru would spew tomorrow if anyone in school asked about the marks. All the while his hand stroked Hikaru's hard length. Hikaru's hips starting to buck urgently into his touch.
Emboldened by Hikaru's positive response, Yoshiki began to work his way further up, his breath hot against the skin of Hikaru's most intimate area. He glanced up to see Hikaru's face contorted in pleasure, his hand fisted with nothing, fingers scratching the floor.
Without warning, Yoshiki leaned in and took Hikaru's hard length into his mouth, his lips stretching around the girth as he began to bob his head up and down, lips and tongue working in tandem, sucking and licking at the sensitive flesh of Hikaru's member, nose pressing against the coarse hair at the base of his shaft. Suddenly his mouth left Hikaru unsatisfied, he uncapped the lotion and drizzled a generous amount onto his fingers.
“I'm sorry, this lotion was the only thing I found.”
“What for? Ah—”
Yoshiki's fingers circled the tight bud, applying a light pressure before slowly pushing inside. He could feel the resistance from Hikaru's body. Sliding in two fingers at the same time wasn't as easy as in porn. Now he was painfully aware he might be hurting Hikaru.
“Hikaru are ya hurt? Should we stop?”
“No, just weird. Continue.”
Why would he wanna stop? He hadn't hugged Yoshiki yet, hadn't inhaled his scent, hadn't skin to skin with him like he'd imagined.
Yoshiki began to slowly pump his fingers in and out, working it deeper with each thrust, scissoring hesitantly. He could feel the walls clenching around the foreign invaders, as if trying to suck him in further. He pumped faster and curled his fingers, searching the right spot, eventho he doubted Hikaru had one. But Hikaru's response told him he could feel everything, and definitely this one would too.
“Ngh… ahn”
Hikaru nearly screamed, his eyes rolling back as his hard length jerked and leaked a fresh stream of precum onto his ruffled skirt. That was the spot. Yoshiki pulled his fingers out, slick and twitching, then yanked his own hardness free from his pants, gave himself a few strokes and pressed the thick head against Hikaru’s entrance, lining up to push in.
“Yoshiki, take off yer clothes. I wanna touch ya too.”
Yoshiki's breath caught in his throat at Hikaru's request, it was embarrassing being the only one who was naked. He sat back, releasing his grip on Hikaru's hips, and quickly shed his clothes, tossing them carelessly to the side.
Hikaru drank in the sight of Yoshiki's naked form. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. His gaze traced over Yoshiki’s skin, catching tiny moles scattered across his stomach and thigh, marks he’d never been allowed to see until now.
Yoshiki held Hikaru’s thighs and eased them back, opening him up gently. He brushed the leaking tip of his length against Hikaru’s entrance, teasing the spot.
"Tell me if it's too much," Yoshiki murmured, his voice low. With that, he pushed forward, slowly sinking into Hikaru's tight warmth inch by inch until he was fully sheathed.
He gazed down at Hikaru, worshipping his beauty. Those hooded eyes, those parted lips as he whimpered and panted softly, his head lolling to the side and his back arching helplessly. Yoshiki leaned down and pressed tender kisses to his best friend’s forehead, then his cheek, trailing lower until he captured his lips. This was better than their first kiss. Their tongues moved in slow strokes, konwing how to breathe, when to pause, and when to tangle their lips together again.
The moment he got what he wanted, Hikaru grabbed at Yoshiki all at once, arms locking around his back, fingers digging into his skin, pulling his body closer, his soul's warmth closer. His hands roamed desperately over Yoshiki’s body, trembling as they traced whatever they could reach. He latched onto Yoshiki’s neck, sucking hungrily, burying himself in his scent like he couldn’t breathe without it.
Yoshiki began to move. He started with shallow thrusts, letting Hikaru grow accustomed to the new sensation of being filled so completely. He could feel Hikaru starting to move with him, his hips lifting to meet Yoshiki's thrusts. Their bodies rocked together, soft moans spilling between them, the quiet room filling with the sound of skin meeting skin.
His hips began to move with growing urgency, each thrust driving deeper and harder than the last as their lust mounted. Yoshiki’s gaze drifted to the accessories they abandoned earlier. Without stopping his pace, he grabbed them and began dressing Hikaru. Slipping the cat-ear headband onto his messy hair, fastening the collar around his neck, pulling the fake paws over his hands, and adding a few bows.
“Where this go?” Yoshiki panted, breath ragged.
“Dunno… my thighs” Hikaru choked on between moans.
Yoshiki tied the bows around Hikaru’s thighs, hands shaking while he kept fucking him. His eyes dropped to Hikaru’s covered nipples. Hard, poking through the thin fabric, begging for him. He couldn’t stand it.
He shoved the garment up, exposing those flushed peaks. He dipped his head and latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily, biting just enough to make Hikaru jolt. His other hand moved immediately to the second nipple, rolling it, pinching it, tugging mercilessly while he sucked the first one deeper into his mouth, drinking every noise Hikaru made.
Hikaru's moan grew a pitch higher, his cock aching and throbbing. His climax was dangerously close. The hole on his chest involuntarily opened. Like he understood the assignment, Yoshiki stopped tormenting his nipples and respectfully covered them back. He brought his hand toward Hikaru’s chest hole, ready to slip inside. Before he could, Hikaru grabbed his wrist with those fake paws still on.
“No need, everything’s too much. I'm so close.” voice trembling.
“Me too, I want us t’ reach our highest pleasure.”
He slipped his hand in, already bracing the sensation. His fingers dragged through the cold, marinated-chicken like tendrils until he found one he could grip tightly. The moment he did, they both came undone.
Hikaru cried out Yoshiki’s name, almost screamed it, and Yoshiki echoed his in return. Yoshiki shoved in deep and spilled inside him in thick, hot pulses, and Hikaru’s body clenched around him, milking him greedily for every last drop. Hikaru came just as hard, his release splattering across his skirt and belly, soaking the fabric completely as Yoshiki finally pulled out.
Red, blue, and black tendrils burst from the lines of Hikaru’s neck and right eye, whipping through the air violently they knocked over everything nearby, nearly reaching the ceiling. Hikaru tried to avoid Yoshiki, he really tried, but it all happened so fast. One tendril made a long cut across Yoshiki’s right cheek. It wasn’t deep, but deep enough to make him bleed. Yoshiki didn't complain about the wound, he didn't even feel it until several seconds had passed, thanks to his sexual hormones and adrenaline. What worried him was the thought that Hikaru might lose control and hurt himself or even Hikaru's mother.
“Hikaru, darlin. It's just an orgasm, calm down. Can ya hear me?” Yoshiki managed to caress his cheek and hold his hand. His blood dropped on Hikaru's face.
Hikaru calmed down eventually, guided by Yoshiki’s soft voice and steady warmth. His vision was still blurry, breath catching in uneven little pulls as he tried to steady himself. The stray tendrils of panic retreated, but not completely. When he finally let the world settle into focus again, the first thing he noticed was the cut on Yoshiki’s skin.
What a monster I am.
“Did I do that? I'm sorry I didn't mean it” Hikaru swallowed hard.
“Don't apologize, commere, look.” Yoshiki fixed Hikaru's hair and slipped the cat-ear headband again, pulled him and repositioned them in front of the mirror. Wrapping his hand around Hikaru's chest and belly as support so they could sit straight. “Yer so beautiful, Hikaru.”
Without hesitation, Yoshiki pressing soft, grounding kisses to the left side of Hikaru’s cheek, then down to his neck and the shell of his ear. He was still bleeding, smear of red marking Hikaru’s skin where their skin had pressed together. It smelled like corroded iron, sticky where it mixed with sweat, but Yoshiki didn’t flinch, didn’t even pause when he tasted his own blood.
I really love ya, Hikaru.
“Yer so pretty, don'tcha think so?”
Hikaru didn't even look at himself, before Yoshiki called him the second time, he couldn’t pull his focus away from Yoshiki’s wound. How deep was it? Why hadn’t it stopped bleeding yet? His tendrils began to rise, curling up Yoshiki’s body as if searching for the injury. If he couldn’t seal it completely, then at least he had to stop the bleeding.
After the second call, he finally looked at himself in the mirror. saw the cat costume on his body. Ears, collar, paws, bows, they meant to make him look cute. But the image staring back at him wasn’t cute at all. The tendrils spilled out from his right eye and neck covering half of his face, his right shoulder and arm, and mostly his chest. While his left cheek and neck were smeared with Yoshiki's blood like a reminder he hurt someone he loved the most countless times. The hole on his chest was still open. Cum stained his supposed-to-be-cute skirt, and across his marked belly. That thick white substance from Yoshiki running down his thighs. What did Yoshiki find pretty? He felt like the exact opposite of Hikaru. It would be pretty if it was the real Hikaru, Yoshiki's true best friend. He didn't wanna answer that question.
I am pretty disgusting.
Yoshiki spewed out the second question. “Yer too seductive like this, can I be the only one who sees it? Don’t wear it for halloween, yea?” He stopped kissing Hikaru's back altogether. He sat there, watching him, waiting quietly for his answer.
He’d gotten this costume especially for the event, even if he planned to shove it into a box and forget it existed afterward. But he was too tired to argue. He was still hungry for Yoshiki’s kisses. And besides… he didn’t feel pretty in this thing at all. “Hm. Okay. I won’t.”
“Thanks.” Yoshiki gave him one last lingering kiss on his right cheek. He didn’t care that tendrils had crept over half of Hikaru’s face; they were crawling over him too.
“It's hard again.” Without warning, he shoved Hikaru down with a force, He hauled Hikaru’s hips up, the skirt shifting as Yoshiki’s breath went sharp and uneven. Exposing Hikaru's well-used hole for him to see. It was covered with his own cum, loose enough for another round.
He put it in without teasing like he was in heat fulfilling his raw need. A guttural moan tore from his throat as Hikaru's tight, slick heat enveloped him once more, squeezing and fluttering around his throbbing length. He set a hard, driving pace, as he took his pleasure mercilessly. “Ya feel amazin, Hikaru.”
Hikaru could only moan and cry out. His voice shook as he pressed into the floor. He kept his head down, refusing to look at the mirror in front of him. Didn’t want to see himself. Hikaru could feel his own body starting to tire. His limbs grew heavy, his movements slowing and growing less coordinated as Yoshiki's powerful thrusts rocked him. He wouldn't say anything to keep his pride, he was the eldritch horror here.
Seriously, where the hell did he get this stamina aluva sudden?
Yoshiki's hips never paused in their relentless rhythm. He reached for the cat tail, last accessory of Hikaru's lingerie and tucked the soft, white appendage into the back of Hikaru's skirt, letting it dangle and sway with the force of his thrusts. “There, now we look like mating animals.”
Gross
Was it supposed to be a compliment or degradation? Hikaru was too dizzy to think about it. But Yoshiki's words drew his attention. He looked up in the mirror and saw their erotic position, with Yoshiki’s hands gripping tightly on his hips. Some parts of Yoshiki's face were covered with his tendrils. Their eyes met in the mirror. Yoshiki’s intense gaze, full of possessiveness, as if he had been waiting and searching Hikaru’s eyes this entire time.
The sight was stealing the air from his lungs, making his second orgasm claiming his brain. His mouth falling open in silent screaming of ecstasy, then bit his own arm, making sure no tendrils burst out and kept his consciousness. Hot thick ropes of cum from his soft dick painting the floor beneath him. His elbows eventually gave out and he crumpled to the floor.
“Yer doing great, ya controlled it. I- I'm sorry, hold on a little longer, I'm almost there.”
Yoshiki hugged him from behind as his hips jerked, slamming forward one last time to bury himself as deep as physically possible inside Hikaru. As he was filling Hikaru to the brim with his essence, he whispered so faintly against Hikaru's back, sounded like a secret he hoped Hikaru wouldn't catch.
I love ya
I love ya
I'm yours
I'm yours
They lay side by side for a while, letting their breaths slow together as a quiet, soothing silence settled between them. Hikaru finally drew all of his tendrils back into his body. He reached and caressed Yoshiki's cut. He didn't heal it completely, but it stopped bleeding. Only the bare minimum. He even doubted himself. Had it stopped bleeding because of him, or was it just because of Yoshiki’s blood-clotting system?
“Please don't hate me.”
“It's just a small cut. Was i too rough? Is it sore anywhere?”
“Let's treat yer wound, I think mum has-”
He was interrupted by Yoshiki's chuckle. “Oi, ya wanna go out like that? ya gotta be kiddin. Wanna take a shower together?”
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They showered together afterward, and the most awkward and surprisingly time-consuming part was cleaning Hikaru's entrance. Nothing came out even though Yoshiki fingered him, until he realized something.
“Hikaru, ya… ya absorb it??”
“Huh, yea. It's supposed to be like that? no?”
Yoshiki let out a loud exhale. “Sex between men… y’know what, forget it. Ya can’t even get pregnant… Wait, can ya get pregnant?”
Hikaru blinked. “I can… have a baby?”
“I- I don't know…”
Then they just stared at each other.
They changed into fresh clothes, and of course Yoshiki ended up finding his shirt in Hikaru’s wardrobe. Yoshiki set up the futon while Hikaru prepared something for them to eat, mostly whatever his mum had cooked earlier, and grabbed the first-aid box.
“Yoshiki, it's only 7. What's with the futon and stuff?” Said Hikaru as he cleaned Yoshiki's cut and placed a band-aid over it.
“I thought ya're tired.”
They both knew Hikaru didn't need sleep.
“Hmm, yea let's sleep then.”
It was past midnight when Hikaru woke up, yawning, and noticed the figure beside him, wide awake and on his phone.
“What're ya doin?” Hikaru rubbed his eyes.
“Oh—I'm lookin for yer halloween costume.” He was sharing his phone screen with Hikaru. “Your costume earlier… It must be quite expensive. I'm sorry ya can't wear it.”
They were the cat onesie costumes Yoshiki had been looking at. He was a little upset that Maki had already predicted his halloween costume.
“And ya haven't answered my first question.” Yoshiki sounded a little demanding, even though his eyes were fixed on his phone, his expression stayed flat.
Oh, that question.
“Well, Hikaru is pretty meanwhile I-”
“Hey, I said all o’ those t’ ya, I meant it. I made love… to ya. Remember that.” Yoshiki locked intense eye contact with him. There wasn't a sharp emotion on his face. His intonation was calm. Silence settled between them.
Yoshiki broke eye contact after several seconds had passed, and went back to his phone. He didn't elaborate anything, just some questions like which color Hikaru would prefer, or some suggestions like a dino costume was better. Giggles shared between them.
Maybe, I am pretty.
“Yoshiki, buy lube too.”
Hikaru was struck by a shocked stare.