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Clink!
The fuzzy, pink handcuffs bounced on the floor as they fell. Sasaki bursted into laughter, finding the situation all too hilarious. His boyfriend Miyano, on the other hand, was not amused.
“Do you think they're clean?” he wondered aloud, eyeing the pink obscenities with suspicion.
“Of course, they wouldn't leave dirty stuff in the room,” Sasaki replied. The two exchanged looks. “...Right?”
Miyano gulped thickly. He grabbed a tissue from the nightstand near the bed and used it to pick them up, quickly tossing them back where they fell from.
“Okay, now that that's settled,” Sasaki started, placing his hands on his knees as he stood up, “I'm gonna go shower. You should get out of those wet clothes, too, Miya.”
Miyano absentmindedly nodded as Sasaki took a towel and robe from the closet and walked to the bathroom. Once he heard the door shut and the lock click, he let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.
How the hell did they end up here?
Well, it all started when Sasaki picked him up at the train station. They got lunch at a local ramen spot, picked out matching earrings, then went to see a movie. Miyano was reluctant to spoil their reunion so soon, so he suggested a walk around a nearby park. Then they got dinner. And then they took a train closer to the city, walking around and talking about anything and everything. They stopped by a karaoke spot for a while and before Miyano knew it the last train for the night had left long ago.
He texted his mother after checking his 5+ missed calls from her. She was terribly upset with him, but told him to stay at an internet cafe until the trains were up and running again. Sasaki's mom suggested the same thing.
So they decided to book a love hotel instead. It wasn't their first idea, but it made the most sense. They were in love. They were lovers. The farthest they had ever gone was kissing, but they were still lovers.
Right?
It was drizzling as they left the karaoke spot and neither of them had an umbrella. Sasaki used his jean jacket to cover Miyano as they ran to the hotel. Their clothes were drenched by the time they arrived. Sasaki picked their room and paid, a dainty hand appearing from behind the metal window to take the cash.
When they entered the room it was pretty standard - a big bed, a bathroom attached (with a huge shower-tub combo), and a few accoutrements for…bedroom activities.
Sasaki helped Miyano out of his sweater and removed his shoes and socks before doing the same to himself. They looked around for a hair dryer to dry their clothes. It was wrapped up under the sink in the bathroom. While Sasaki sat on the edge of the bed in his wet jeans, drying their shirts, Miyano looked inside a small cabinet for towels or robes so they could wrap themselves after their shower.
That was when the fuzzy, pink handcuffs fell with an obnoxious clinking sound.
Now Miyano was sitting on the edge of the bed in his robe, waiting for Sasaki to finish his shower. His leg bounced and he nibbled on his nails as he waited. It was pretty late, almost 1 am. He wasn't even close to being tired, though. Being in this room, alone, with Sasaki felt like a rather cruel test of his willpower.
The bathroom door creaked open, steam wafting into the room as Sasaki stepped out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist as he walked toward the bed.
“I left the water running for you,” Sasaki explained, ruffling his wet hair with a smaller towel. His chest still had a few droplets, trickling down his wide chest. Miyano gulped thickly, admiring his broad shoulders and the lines near the waist of his towel that led to his -
He couldn't finish that thought. For health reasons.
Miyano nodded and sprinted towards the bathroom, not wanting to waste another moment with idle chatter. He showered as quickly as possible - he wanted to take a cold shower, but decided it was better to leave the knob at the warm temp Sasaki had chosen.
Once he was done he dried off and put his robe back on. It was pink and fluffy, likely meant for a woman. If this was a BL manga, Miyano would definitely have the pink robe because he looked like a bottom - but he wasn't a bottom.
He didn't know what he was. He just knew he wanted to be with Sasaki.
He walked out of the bathroom and Sasaki was still drying their clothes with the hair dryer.
“Sorry, I know it's loud,” he shouted over the sound of the dryer whirring. Miyano shook his head; the sound didn't bother him at all.
Once their clothes weren't soaking wet, they laid them out to finish drying. Sasaki sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to him. Miyano awkwardly ambled to his side, trying to crawl in his robe without flashing him.
Not that Sasaki would mind.
“So, are you feeling sleepy?” Sasaki asked in that playful tone he reserved just for Miyano.
“No, not really.”
“Oh, me neither. I wish we had something to do,” he replied. “Like if we had some BL to read.”
Miyano nodded. “I read one like this once, where they got stuck in a rainstorm and had to stay at a love hotel for the night to seek shelter.”
“Yeah? What happened?”
“Um, well it was a fade to black, but it insinuated that they slept together.”
“Oh,” Sasaki replied, his tone somber. His fingers crept closer to Miyano’s, gently touching his hand. “Miya, are you uncomfortable being here? We can leave.”
“No, no, it's fine.”
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t feel comfortable doing,” Sasaki reassured.
“That’s the problem,” Miyano explained, “I do want to. I want to so badly that I can't think about anything else when you’re around me.”
Sasaki grabbed Miyano's chin and tilted his face toward him. His face was flushed, ears burning crimson and his tongue dry like a cotton pad in his mouth.
“Really?” Sasaki inquired, his tone surprised.
“Of course. You're not the only one who wants to…y'know. But we're never alone, or we're too busy, or we have other things that get in the way.”
“Well, we don't have anything to do except catch the first train out of here in the morning. So show me all those things you're thinking about doing with me, cos I probably want to do them, too,” Sasaki said, drawing closer to Miyano with every word.
Miyano leaned in and pressed his mouth against him, gently. Sasaki immediately moved his lips, kissing him softly. Miyano tilted his head and relished in the sound of their lips moving against each other, the sighs that escaped Sasaki's mouth, the taste of him. He was sweet like the pocket candy he often offered him.
Sasaki pulled away for a minute, then came back to nip and bite at Miyano's lower lip. His head was spinning, his breathing ragged as Sasaki licked into his mouth. His tongue was in his mouth, slippery and wet and thick. His first instinct was to suck on it and Sasaki moaned, wrapping his arms around Miyano to pull him closer. Miyano was so dizzy he thought he was about to pass out.
“You have to breathe properly,” Sasaki explained between wet kisses, angling their heads so Miyano could get some oxygen in his lungs.
Miyano licked into Sasaki's mouth this time. And he realized he could breathe just fine - there was nothing obstructing his airways and his nasal passage was clear. But his heart was beating erratically in his chest, his fingertips trembling, his mind fuzzy. Just being so close to him was making him crazy. If they were any closer, he could probably -
He could probably feel it.
Miyano, with shaky hands and a palpable hesitancy, trailed his fingers lower on Sasaki’s torso, down where his towel was wrapped around his waist. His fingers tickled above the waistline where it was tied, teasing.
“What are you doing?” Sasaki goaded.
He shifted so he was laying down, loosening his towel, but not fully removing it yet. He gestured for Miyano to lay on him. Like a cat to catnip, Miyano laid on top of him and untied his robe without fully removing it. Even if Miyano wanted to, he wasn't quite brave enough to be fully naked in front of him yet. He was already a little nervous.
Sasaki, silently understanding, grabbed the comforter and threw it over the two of them. Then he reached for the nightstand and adjusted the lights so it was dimmer in the room. “Better?”
Miyano nodded. In this lighting he could make out Sasaki's features, but the shadows where their bodies met had a darker contrast, making it hard to see past their waists.
“Senpai,” Miyano said, leaning down to speak in his ear, “I want to touch you.”
“Shit,” Sasaki sighed.
“Is that okay?”
“Do you know how hard I'm holding back right now?”
Miyano chuckled. He knew he was serious, but it was funny to hear him say such a typical line from a BL manga.
“Miya?”
“Nothing, it's nothing. I know, but I really want to try,” he explained, hoping to properly convey his desire for Sasaki.
Sasaki nodded, reaching down to remove the last of his towel. Miyano sat up and it was staring right at him; Sasaki's slender waist, his navel, the faint trail of hair that all led right to his throbbing length. He was a nice size, on the thinner side and not too long - not intimidating. The shaft was the same color as the rest of his skin, maybe a little darker, and the head was a fleshy, pinkish-red color.
Miyano wanted to touch him. Every fiber of his being was screaming to grab him with both hands, to stroke him, to wreck him until Sasaki’s mind was numb from pleasure. He even wanted to try putting it in his mouth. A million thoughts and desires flowed through his mind like a salacious river filled only with Sasaki.
But he settled for placing his hands on Sasaki's pecs and squeezing the supple flesh. Sasaki hissed at the contact, gripping Miyano's exposed thighs. Miyano's hands trailed lower, slowly, tracing all the divots and the planes of muscle until he reached the faint hairs far below his navel.
Sasaki's expression looked so…sexy. His mouth agape, face flushed as he breathed heavily, his hair wildly strewn on the pillow beneath him. And his eyes never left Miyano, so completely focused on him. It made Miyano feel bold. He wrapped his hand around Sasaki’s length and Sasaki sighed, a dribble of pre-cum welcoming Miyano to the party. He used his thumb to swipe at it and spread it along the head, making the tip shiny and tempting.
“Miya, I wanna touch you, too,” Sasaki purred, his hands climbing higher on Miyano's thighs.
Miyano nodded and Sasaki helped him out of his robe, tossing it to the side. Sasaki propped himself up on one elbow and used his free hand to touch Miyano's chest. It was an unfamiliar feeling, making him squirm slightly. Sasaki brushed his fingertips over his nipple, lightly rubbing at it and pinching it between his fingers. Miyano let out an involuntary moan, abruptly stopping his stroking to cover his mouth with both hands.
“That’s okay, don’t be embarrassed,” Sasaki pleaded. “It feels good, right?”
Miyano nodded. He confirmed that his face was warm, the skin hot under his palms. He slowly lowered his hands and wrapped both around Sasaki’s length, pumping him leisurely. Sasaki let out a shaky breath, laying back down as his hand traveled to Miyano’s throbbing erection.
“Is this okay?” Sasaki asked. His fingertips traced circles around Miyano’s hip bones, teasing.
“Yes, please,” Miyano replied.
Sasaki shooed Miyano’s hands away so he could grab both their cocks as his hands were big enough to hold both of them. Miyano languidly moved his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of his grasp. He felt less embarrassed, less nervous, and more excited with every motion. An intense heat was building in his lower abdomen, growing into a knot. He glanced up at Sasaki, his face pink with arousal and his breathing heavier than before.
“Are you close?” Sasaki groaned, panting.
“Yes, don’t stop.”
Sasaki stroked their cocks faster, his pants growing into moans as they got closer to the edge. Right when they were on the precipice, Miyano stopped thrusting and wrapped his hand around Sasaki’s steady hands. Their eyes met as their desire peaked, moans and groans spilling from their lips as they finished in unison.
Miyano looked down and there was a sticky mess below. They both took a moment to catch their breath, still holding onto each other’s hands.
It wasn’t what he thought it would be like, nothing like the books or the movies or the television shows. There weren’t fireworks or cheers or a unicorn appearing out of nowhere to give him a crown saying ‘Happy Virginity Loss Day’!
But it was good. He finally got to do something he had been waiting and anticipating for weeks, if not months. And it was with someone he loved, someone he cared about deeply, and that felt the same way about him.
He hoped it would be the first of many, many firsts for them to experience together.