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Nazuna was not unfamiliar with putting himself in tricky situations for those he held dear. After being back together for just a little under a year, Nazuna did not hesitate to offer to pick Itsuki up from the airport. Afterall, the two of them were staying with Nazuna’s parents for the weekend to have a late holiday celebration, before Itsuki had to spend a good handful of weeks in Ensemble Square for some idol work. In the meantime, Nazuna had a quiet weekend in the countryside to look forward to.
Presently? He had nothing but another 35 kilometres of driving until he could finally rest. While he was sure the time would pass quickly enough, Nazuna’s day was already long, and the roads longer. Nazuna was comfortable enough driving his dad’s humble two-door Honda, after living in the city for so long, he had grown awfully used to public transportation getting him around. His feeling a little rusty wouldn’t have stressed him out so much if he didn’t have to make the hour-and-a-half drive from his parent’s house - where he’d been staying for the past week - to the airport to pick Itsuki up, then the same drive back. Itsuki’s plane didn’t expect to land until right in the middle of rush hour, the intercity traffic prolonging Nazuna’s travels. He was already three cups of coffee in, hands jittery despite the fatigue in his eyes.
And yet, when Nazuna got out of his car to stretch his legs and help load Itsuki’s bags in the car, he was rewarded with a brief peck on the cheek, and his long day of crazy drivers and being stuck in traffic was worth it for the sweet press of his boyfriend’s lips. Nazuna had never been the biggest fan of public displays of affection, much to Itsuki’s dismay, but in their current age, the pair had been much more willing to meet each other in the middle - Itsuki drawing back and Nazuna pulling in.
Nazuna found himself thankful for the compromises they had learned to take as their conversation lulled into a comfortable silence. The sun was setting by the time the two were ready to hit the road, and fully dark as they neared their destination. There was a time where silence between them was forced, neither knowing where to start and stop. The first time Nazuna picked Itsuki up from the airport, just as worn out as he was now, Itsuki talked Nazuna’s ear off until Nazuna snapped, and the rest of the ride was spent in a tense quiet. Nazuna profusely apologized the next morning, and Itsuki was just as apologetic for his insensibility.
Not everyday was perfect, far from it even, but they had come a long way since then. Nearing only 15 kilometres until the Nito residence, Itsuki seemed to understand when Nazuna’s eyes started to glaze over that he needed to be prompted into conversation, and when the dimly lit road took too many twists and turns, that Nazuna needed quiet. Jetlag never seemed to affect Itsuki. Nazuna had seen plenty of occasions where Itsuki would land in the morning, work a job in the afternoon, then fly back to Paris that same night. Nazuna always worried about Itsuki’s sleep schedule during these times, but found himself thankful for his alertness.
Right when Nazuna was beginning to feel like he needed to pull over to the side of the road to rest his eyes, they were pulling into the driveway of his childhood home. Nazuna was always comfortable growing up, with more than enough room for a couple and their one son. Maybe nowhere near the level of “comfortable” that Itsuki’s family lived like, but Nazuna thought his parents would go crazy if they had that much space to themselves anyways. Honestly, Nazuna thought the same thing about Itsuki’s rather eccentric family, but that was a more private thought he kept between himself and Kuro.
A light dusting of snow over the front garden truly looked like a scene from a holiday movie, or something. Nazuna was more than elated to be minutes away from bed.
As Nazuna placed one of Itsuki’s bags down to fumble with the keys, his sleepy eyes not quite focusing under the porch light, Itsuki stopped him with a gentle hand over his.
“Nito,” Itsuki’s voice was quiet. The snowfall seemed to put the whole neighborhood to sleep, no creaking of crickets or humming of lights, and it seemed like Itsuki didn’t wish to break that spell. “Thank you, my love,” and with that, Itsuki reached down and, after it had been almost hours since their reunion, properly kissed Nazuna. Itsuki’s free hand reached out down to give an appreciative squeeze of Nazuna’s side, an innocent gesture. The kiss was chaste, honestly more so for Nazuna’s sake than Itsuki’s, and yet Nazuna felt like that moment could have lasted forever. Nazuna didn’t remember when he closed his eyes, but when he opened them again, he was greeted with the sight of pale skin flushed red, equally from the cold of the air and the warmth of the kiss. Nazuna smiled, half convinced he fell asleep an hour ago and this was a pleasant dream.
Seemingly embarrassed by his own forwardness, in spite of the lack of company, Itsuki cleared his throat as lavender eyes darted back and forth.
“Ah,” Itsuki started, before startling for a moment. Nazuna couldn’t help but wonder what sort of expression he was making at that moment. “Allow me, dear,” and Itsuki took the keys Nazuna was struggling with. He slid the key into the lock, and the two shuffled in without much fanfare.
All of the lights inside were off, with Nazuna’s parents having headed to bed many hours ago. They must have left the porch light on for Nazuna and Itsuki. How considerate, Nazuna thought as he made sure to flick the switch off while kicking his shoes off. His parents had always been polite toward Itsuki, but they have grown more fond of him in recent months. Nazuna’s mom and dad were generally polite people, although they did not always seem to understand Nazuna, let alone his interests and his friends. They were really making an attempt, such as inviting him to stay for a few nights, and their attempts to be considerate were more than Nazuna could ever ask for. He’d have to think of something nice to do for them in turn. Maybe one of these days, he and Itsuki could go into the neighboring town to shop for something nice for Dad and Mom…
“Nn, Itsuki-chin,” Nazuna tugged at Itsuki’s sleeve. The boy had his shoes neatly placed next to each other and tucked to the side. How sweet. “How ‘bout I bring your stuff into my room, and you can freshen up before bed?”
Not that he needed to freshen up, Nazuna just knew him too well. Only Itsuki could get off of an international flight smelling like roses, not a single wrinkle to be spotted in his overly crisp clothes.
“You’re too sweet to me, mon chéri, are you sure? I do not mean to insult you, but you look ready to collapse. You have done too much for me already, I assure you I can manage bringing my belongings up,” Itsuki tucked a stray hair behind Nazuna’s ear, and Nazuna couldn’t help but lean into the touch, half convinced Itsuki’s hand was the only thing keeping his feet on the ground. Still, Nazuna gave a little shake of his head, bangs tickling his eyes.
“Mhm, I can take care of it. You remember where the bathroom is?”
“Yes, of course. You really do spoil me, don’t you? How did I get so lucky?” Itsuki shouldered his carry-on, surely having his nightly essentials ready in there already, and pressed another kiss, yet to Nazuna’s temple this time.
Giving his boyfriend a cheeky smile over his shoulder as he started to bring the rest of Itsuki’s bags to his room, and assuring again that, yes, he was awake enough to move a couple of suitcases from one room to the next, Nazuna couldn’t help but feel that he was the lucky one.
A turn down the hallway and into the second door to the right, and Nazuna was there.
Despite Koppe being several years older, thus needing a much larger pen than he did when he was a baby bunny, Nazuna’s room looked the same that it did when he did when he was a first year attending Yumenosaki for the first time. Sure, his wardrobe had changed, some posters had come and gone.. And yet, otherwise, every time Nazuna stepped foot in here, he felt like he was being taken back in time. The feeling was comforting though. So much chaos had followed Nazuna from his early teen years into adulthood. It was nice that some things, like his childhood bedroom, could stay the same.
Itsuki’s bags ended up stacked near Nazuna’s closet. Itsuki was specific on how he unpacked, as he was specific about most things, and Nazuna knew he’d much prefer to sort through them himself in the morning. His work here was done.
Without much thought to it, Nazuna changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of plaid pajama pants. It was chilly out, but Nazuna was sure that crawling under the covers with his boyfriend was set to warm him up in no time.
He collapsed back onto his bed, taking in the soft duvet under him. Koppe gave a quick rustle at the sudden movement, but was quick to settle back down. Nazuna used to worry about moving Koppe from his family home to the dorms to his college apartment, but over the years, Koppe had adjusted well. What a sweet bunny, Nazuna thought happily, his thoughts starting to grow cloudy as he finally got to lay back in his bed.
Nazuna wiggled his way up to the head of his bed, making sure to plug his phone in before he got too sleepy. He had no alarms set for the following morning, expecting to enjoy a full night’s rest before him and Itsuki got to enjoy a full day for themselves. Head hitting the pillow and eyes growing heavy, Nazuna curled on his side over the covers, suddenly too drained to tuck himself in. Besides, Itsuki would be back any moment. He’d enjoy himself as he was before he got too comfortable and had to move and make room for his rather lanky boyfriend in his twin-sized bed.
Nazuna was unsure of how long he was out, but when he opened his eyes again, he was met with the sight of his boyfriend leaning over him, clad in his usual silk pajamas. He looked up at Itsuki, still blinking the sleep out of his eyes, but Itsuki wasn’t looking at him. His bottom lip was caught between his teeth, and his face flushed red. Was something the matter? No, he was looking… down? That’s when Nazuna felt it.
Those gentle, nimble fingers that he has come to know so well, tracing indecipherable praises into Nazuna’s exposed thighs. Nazuna’s brief moment of concern was for nothing. No, nothing was the matter. His boyfriend was a pervert, that was all.
Nazuna couldn’t help the squeak that left him as the pads of Itsuki’s fingers seemed to press further into his thighs, seemingly unknowingly. Broken out of his trance, Itsuki’s hand shot away as if he were burned.
“O-Oh! Ah, Nito, love, I was just-well, just-” Itsuki stammered, eyes wide with the guilt of being caught red-handed.
“Molesting me in my sleep?” Nazuna provided, voice still rough with sleep. He knew that Itsuki wouldn’t initiate anything with him while he wasn’t awake to consent, probably more because of Itsuki’s own hesitance and less because of Nazuna’s own will, yet teasing him was far too much fun.
“Non!” Itsuki caught his volume, remembering where he was and what time of night it was. Right, Nazuna’s parents were asleep, only right down the hall.
Itsuki took a breath, calming himself. “Nito, please believe that I would never… defile you… in such a manner! It has been so long since I was privy to the sight of you, well.. Of you. I lost sight of myself in my pining for you. Please, forgive me, my dear.”
A quick glance downward proved that “pining” was a respectful way of covering Itsuki’s own lust. Those baby pink silk bottoms really did nothing to hide Itsuki’s arousal. Even after all this time, Itsuki got so excited over a glimpse of skin and some feather light touches. Honestly, in another life, Nazuna was sure he’d be flattered. However, Nazuna knew that a gust of wind was enough to get Itsuki squirming in his seat. For someone so prudish, Nazuna’s boyfriend was terribly perverted.
Before he could tease his boyfriend further, gaze caught between Itsuki and “Itsuki’s pining”, a yawn escaped Nazuna. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, blinking through it. Right, he was exhausted. Driving all day, then oh so rudely having his sleep interrupted by Itsuki’s lustful desires?
“‘M not upset Itsuki. Actually, I wanna-” He couldn’t help but yawn again. “I wanna help take care of you, but I don’t think I’ll be able to help you out much. I’m pretty beat, I’m sorry.”
Pretty, thin pink lips pursed in thought. Itsuki glanced between the wall and Nazuna’s bare legs, as if he couldn’t keep his eyes away for more than a few seconds. Again, Nazuna wanted to be flattered, but he was used to his boyfriend’s perversions by now.
Seconds passed, and Itsuki still remained silent. He’d gotten a lot better at being told “no” over the years, so why was he worrying himself into such a state?
“Itsuki,” Nazuna reached an arm up and gently tugged at the short hairs at Itsuki’s nape. “What’s wrong? I’m really not mad that you were feelin’ me up, y’know?”
Nazuna watched as Itsuki smoothed his hands down his pants, then his shirt. A nervous habit of his. Really, what was on this guy’s mind?
“Nito,” Itsuki started, then stopped. Smoothed his pants down, down, then up.
“Nito, mon chéri,” He started again. “I have a proposition of sorts. One that would require little from you. Of course, you have already gifted me so much already, as the ever so doting and caring partner as well. I understand my own selfishness in asking any more from you, especially in regards to such unsavory needs. The lack of control in my own body is just as disturbing to me, I assure you. Yet, I am as awake as ever, blood dancing at such a sight-”
Nazuna held up a hand. He was sure he could close his eyes and drift off to his boyfriend’s soliloquy, monologuing on and on about his disdain of any human needs, but if Nazuna didn’t stop him now, Itsuki was going to worry himself into a fit. Itsuki stopped on cue, mouth opening and closing, clearly unsatisfied at where he was leaving off.
“Jus’ get it out, Shi-san. ‘s me, don’t worry so much, huh?” Nazuna pulled again at Itsuki’s hair. Less of a tug and closer to a caress.
“Well, hah, you would not need to do much, I promise this to you. We would not even need to prepare you. I would handle all of the work, all you would need to do is.. Well, you could stay nestled where you are, and I would-”
A lightbulb went off. Ahh. There it was. It just took a little bit of work to get it out of him.
“..You wanna fuck my thighs, Itsuki?”
“N-Nito! Please, do not phrase it in such a vulgar manner!” Itsuki looked affronted, as if he wasn’t the one who was hard over running his fingers up and down his boyfriend’s thighs.
“Well? Is that what you wanted to do?” Already on his side, Nazuna pressed his bare thighs together. While he wasn’t as easy to work up as Itsuki, the pressure was nice. Not nice enough to get him too excited, but a pleasurable enough feeling.
Itsuki’s eyes followed the movement, frozen in place, other than the tip of a pink tongue darting out to nervously wet his lips. Nazuna didn’t get what the big deal was, but understanding Itsuki’s tastes was never Nazuna’s expertise. He had gained a little bit of weight since he and Itsuki first dated - if you could even call it properly dating. No longer held under such a strict, watchful diet, plus taking time away from idol work to focus on school had not helped Nazuna’s figure much, at least in his opinion. The first place the extra kilograms went were his thighs, thickening out and giving him a fuller frame. He is sure that if he doesn’t start watching his weight soon, that the higher-ups at the agency will have a word or two with him, and really, he’d prefer to avoid that whole ordeal.
The first time Nazuna was intimate with Itsuki in their newly bloomed relationship, Nazuna was terrified. Well, terrified for a lot of reasons. Their relationship was still so fragile after years of dancing around each other. And even more than that, Nazuna couldn’t imagine what Itsuki would have to say about how his frame had changed. While he hadn’t been Itsuki’s doll in such a long time, he was so sure that Itsuki expected him to stick to a similar diet to the one he’d planned for Nazuna. Afterall, Itsuki had always, and still, held himself to such a scarily thin standard. Wouldn’t he expect the same of his partner? Would he be snide, or laugh? Or maybe he’d refuse to touch Nazuna at all? He’d been close to tears, and yet, Itsuki said nothing. Well, nothing negative. Poetry poured from Itsuki as he made love to Nazuna, as nothing about Nazuna’s body was different. At the time, he wasn’t sure if he should be relieved or not. Itsuki was awfully honest, so if he was grossed out, he surely would’ve made it more clear, right? It only took a good handful of times of them being intimate before Nazuna realized that Itsuki wasn’t grossed out by Nazuna’s differences, but rather enthralled. He’d always been partial to seeing Nazuna in shorts, and it seemed that hadn’t changed at all over the years.
Itsuki nodded, confirming what Nazuna already knew to be true.
“Hm, I think I’ve got some lube in my nightstand. I’m gonna take my shorts off, and I’ll trust you to handle the rest. Okay, loverboy?” Nazuna wasted no time in starting to wiggle out of his shorts and panties, long used to being naked near Itsuki. “I really don’t see what you see in this, but prob’ly better than your hand, huh?”
Itsuki didn’t respond to the bait, instead choosing to move like a parched man led to water. The lack of a verbal response doesn’t bother him. When worked up like this, Itsuki would talk himself into circles if he could. Nazuna might as well close his eyes and get comfortable while he can. He wraps his arms around his pillow as Itsuki reaches across his curled up body to dig for the lube. Nazuna allowed his eyes to close once more, paying no mind to the rustling happening above him. He was still rather unsure of how satisfactory this would be for Itsuki, sure that he’d simply work himself even more and either have to deal with being hard, or jerk himself off, while Nazuna rested happily. Oh well, Nazuna would make it up to him soon.
He jostled only a little as Itsuki’s long fingers began to apply lube around, and in between, his thighs. Nazuna was glad his boyfriend had half a mind to warm up the lube before applying it. He really was trying to be considerate of Nazuna’s sleepy state, huh? It was a bit of a tight fit in between his thighs, but Itsuki managed. His fingers were so very long, and nimble, and Itsuki knew how to move them. Nazuna didn’t have to open his eyes to imagine the expression on Itsuki’s face. Fervent with the ability to take what he longed for so greatly. Aforementioned fingers so close to his pussy did send a shiver of interest down his body, but not enough to cause him to stir. Itsuki feeling his thighs up was nice, but the rhythmic feeling pushed Nazuna closer to sleep than it did arousal. Again, a pleasant thought for Nazuna to revisit tomorrow.
The withdrawal of Itsuki’s fingers was enough to take notice of, and yet, Nazuna remained comfortable.
The first push of Itsuki’s cock between his thighs was enough to jolt Nazuna from his haze.
His eyes flew open, immediately jumping down to where their bodies met.
Nazuna had seen Itsuki’s cock many times. He was long, oh so very long, and not overly thick. Definitely not the biggest he’s taken, but enough to leave him full and satisfied every time they had sex. The sight of the flushed red head peaking between soft, pale thighs was enough to send Nazuna reeling like it was his first time seeing it all over again. He didn’t expect Itsuki to fit all of the way through Nazuna’s thighs, Less because of Itsuki’s size, and more in regards to Nazuna’s body. And yet he did, and then some. It was slick, too. Oh, so slick. Ituski was terribly generous with the lube, it practically dripped his down legs as Itsuki bullied his cock through Nazuna’s thighs and right against his pussy.
Groaning, he couldn’t help but to squeeze his thighs together at the sensation. He didn’t expect it to feel like this. At all.
It was like a domino effect from there. The sudden tightness had Itsuki thrusting forward again. The tip of his dick rubbed against Nazuna’s clit, causing him to tighten up, again and again.
Nazuna jostled forward with every thrust of Itsuki’s hips. He was sloppy, reaching an uneven rhythm so quickly, but Nazuna didn’t care. A particularly hard thrust sent Nazuna forward several inches, only for Itsuki to grab onto plush hips and drag the boy back onto his cock. That enough had Nazuna biting his own fingers to suppress a moan. His free hand reached behind him to blindly grope for Itsuki. He couldn’t see very well at this angle, but assumed Ituski was on his side as well, almost as if the two were spooning.
Itsuki’s grip slid down from Nazuna’s hips to his thighs, squeezing them together to provide himself more friction. Each trust had Itsuki letting out a quiet “ah-ah-ah-ah” in Nazuna’s ears. For a man who loved to ramble on during sex, it seemingly took so little to render him wordless.
Nazuna wasn’t in a much better shape. These days, Itsuki was not prone to manhandling his boyfriend much. He didn’t like to “fuck”, but liked to “make love”, “make art”, and so on. Nazuna found himself satisfied with their situation, but being dragged back and forth, back and forth, brain too foggy to resist, if he even wanted to resist…
It was too much.
“Shi-san-” Nazuna whined, grinding his clit down on Itsuki’s cock. His partner gasped in return.
“Y-Yes, my dear, my-my love?”
“Puh- fuck, Shi-san, please,” He slurred, not sure of what he was even begging for.
One, two, and Itsuki’s hips were stuttering. Nazuna felt it before he saw it - warm cum splattered across his thighs, seemingly not ending.
Not having yet cum, Nazuna jerked against Itsuki’s sensitive, now softening, cock. This resulted in a sweet moan ringing in his ear. Not willing to risk oversensitivity, Itsuki pulled out, Nazuna whined again at the loss of the warm hardness between his legs.
Fatigue catching up to him once more, Nazuna’s eyes shut at the loss, albeit struggling to ignore the throbbing of his swollen clit. Time seemed to slow down as his boyfriend’s sweaty arm wrapped him, soft panting as Itsuki struggled to catch his breath.
After what must have been a few minutes, Itsuki’s arm withdrew. He was never one for basking in the afterglow - too uncomfortable with sweat and bodily fluid.
“My dear, are you still awake?” Itsuki whispered, fingertips dancing down Nazuna’s spine.
Only half-awake, Nazuna chose not to respond. He was truly exhausted by this point, tiredness winning over his arousal. Let Itsuki think he was fully asleep, it was his fault Nazuna was so tired after all. He paid no mind to the shifting next to him, then the soft padding of footsteps leaving and reentering his room.
A soft kiss was pressed to Nazuna’s ear, followed by the warmth of a damp washcloth moving lovingly down his bare half. Finally, Nazuna was able to fall asleep, his final thoughts before dozing off were how he was going to get Itsuki to make it up to him tomorrow morning.