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Passing his college entrance exam was a bit of a whiplash.
Miyano was already sitting at his laptop when the email came. The timing wasn't planned. In fact, Miyano didn't even know when to expect his results in the first place. It wouldn't be long but he'd successfully avoided the specifics. Pushing down his nerves was hard, but he knew doing it with a known deadline would have been harder.
Sasaki asked for his post-exam information sheet. He kept it somewhere, promising not to tell him what it said but insisting he hold onto it in case he ended up needing his examinee number. That information was in other places but he didn't push. Sasaki was probably just being nice.
Then one moment he was a high school student sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas reading webtoons, and the next he was a college student sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas with webtoons minimized and the word “PASSED” in his face.
He coughed down the coffee he was holding in his mouth as he picked up his phone.
He sent a message to the family chat first. They responded too quickly given they were supposed to be on a bike ride. It was one big flurry of “we're so proud of you,” asking him what he wanted for dinner to celebrate, and attempts to rearrange plans or make new ones. It was hard to keep up and, when the pings began to taper in frequency, he finally had some air to call Sasaki.
He answered halfway through the first ring and too nonchalantly. He'd clearly been waiting.
“Hey, Miya.”
“Hey! I passed. So, uh, thank you for all of your help. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.”
“Congratulations! You would have done fine without me, but you're welcome.”
“I should thank Hirano and Kurosawa, too... for the flashcards and practice exams. I was wondering if you wanted to do a group call with Hirano?”
“Sure,” Sasaki laughed, “He would like that. We can call him later, though, okay? Can I come over now? As repayment for my tutoring services, I have been expecting a hug.”
“Oh, okay. Right now?” He looked around at nothing in particular and patted his pockets for some sort of object his mind wanted to find. Probably his wallet? The phone already pressed against his face? He didn't know when everyone was coming at him at once. His phone buzzed against his cheek, probably another message from his parents? Or maybe the class group chat was coming to life if today was a score release day. His laptop chimed with another email, too. “Okay, well, uh, I'll change and I think we have stuff to make lunch.”
Miyano started to turn towards the fridge to check when Sasaki cut in.
“I'll bring lunch. Just stay where you are.”
“I'm still in my pajamas.”
“And? I'll be there before 10.”
10?
Miyano pulled the phone away from his face, pressing the button on the side until the screen lit up. 9:48.
“Where are you?”
“Walking to your house from the station.”
“Just in case I needed my examinee ID number, huh?”
“Maybe.”
“It had the time on it?”
“Sure did! It had your login, too, but I was a very good boy and waited for you to call for a full 40 minutes instead of checking.”
“How generous of you.” It was generous and exceptionally sweet. Sasaki normally didn't pay much attention to that type of personal space. Even now, Miyano's sphere was intermingled with Sasaki's things-- books, receipts, various candies and pens. Miyano didn't care. He could go through whatever bags, drawers, and entrance exam accounts he wanted. “I was talking to mom and dad.”
“Are they there?”
“They have a date today. They didn't want to finish it but I asked them to. They shouldn't cancel their plans. If you're coming over, you should stay for dinner when they get back.”
“Sure.” His smile was audible.
“Okay. Good. The door is unlocked. Where are you, exactly?”
“Here.”
“What?”
“Hello hellu!” Sasaki kicked off his shoes and set his bags on the table. His voice echoed back and forth briefly between the lines, mingling with the continuous stream of vibrations and yet another email ping. Sasaki pulled Miyano into a crushing hug before he could check who anything was from. “I'm proud of you.”
“You don't have to say all of that.” He pushed back a bit and found Sasaki's face. He was looking down at him so lovingly that he felt a prickling warmth spread over his cheeks. He buried his face in his chest and hugged him back, hoping he was fast enough but knowing he wasn't when Sasaki’s chest shook with a barely contained laugh.
“Yes, I do.” He kissed the top of Miyano's head. “You worked so hard for this. You were probably overprepared, actually. I wish I'd done it the way you did. I probably could have saved myself a few all-nighters, but I guess it's whatever because it all worked out.” Miyano felt his shoulders start to relax. Sasaki was so warm and so solid. “And now you have a nice little break before you start. All the time in the world.” He leaned on Sasaki almost completely, savoring the way his cheek squished into his shirt. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too, Shuumei. It's been an interesting morning.”
“I bet.” He plucked the phone out of Miyano’s grasp. He set it down and used his free hand to click a few things on his laptop before shutting it. “They're so pushy. They were like that with me, too.”
“They want my response already?”
“Looks like it. Whatever. It'll be there tomorrow.” He hugged him tightly and rocked them side-to-side. “For now, what are we going to watch?”
“I don't know. I didn't have a chance to pick something in the last 10 seconds.”
“Haha! I guess not. How about I get lunch ready while you do that?” Sasaki slid his hands down to free him a little, letting one linger in the dip of his lower back. His thumb slid lazily side to side.
“You made all of this?” Miyano eyed the bags that clearly held a far too large spread for two people, even four if his parents had been home. It smelled fantastic.
“Yep! Be honest if it sucks.”
“I'm sure it's perfect.” He didn't move until Sasaki leaned down, kissed him softly on the lips, and let his hands fall.
“Go. I'll be right there, okay?”
“Yeah! I'll be, uh, in here.” He pointed limply towards the living room and ignored the way Sasaki snorted back a laugh as he walked away.
He paused in the entryway and took a deep breath.
“Shuumei? Do you need help? I’m sorry I didn't ask.”
“Nope! Just sit there and look pretty.”
“Sure.” He rolled his eyes and sat on the edge of the couch. He could see Sasaki from this angle, carefully spooning food onto plates and humming to himself.
He really was handsome in the morning. He was handsome all of the time, but there was something about mornings that made all of his features stick out. The slimness of his hips. The length of his legs. The sharpness of his face. His eyes. The way his earrings caught the light.
Miyano really did miss their train rides to school together. Which would, technically, start again, wouldn't they? They’d be going in the same direction. No uniforms this time.
Miyano looked down at his pajama pants and the faded BL pop-up event t-shirt he used for sleeping. It was an abstract art version of the hosting publishing company’s logo, minimalist and vague enough to wear around other people without embarrassing himself. He'd never had the courage nor interest to wear some of the more wild things he saw for sale at BL events.
“Do you want something to drink, Miya?” He could hear plates clinking and rummaging in the utensil drawer.
“Sure, I'll have whatever you pick. There's juice in the fridge, I think? I'm not sure. I can make more coffee.”
“No, no, I got it.”
Miyano smoothed his shirt, took another deep breath, sat back, and started flipping through the TV until he found a movie that seemed interesting enough. Something about two guys starting a theater program at their college together. He hadn't heard of it before. It was probably original instead of a manga adaptation. It was getting harder to keep up with that stuff because so much was being released.
Sasaki joined him a few minutes later, plates piled high with what appeared to be several different dishes. Glasses of a tea he didn't recognize were tucked between his body and arm. All of it must have taken hours, maybe all night.
“You know... I didn't get the pass email until like an hour ago? I could have failed.”
“You were getting in. Here.”
Miyano took his plate.
“Thank you. Everything looks amazing.”
“Anytime.” He smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Sasaki was affectionate today. Not that being affectionate was out of character for him, but it was dialed up slightly. “What is this?” He pointed at the TV, settled back into the cushions, adjusted his legs until their thighs were touching.
“I'm not sure. Something about a theater--”
And, as if the universe was telling Miyano that he wasn't allowed to be un-flustered today, the couple on screen were suddenly having sex. Not making love or building up to it. They were going at it hard, fast, and against some sort of half built set piece in the back of an empty stage. More uncensored than anything he'd seen on a streaming service and one camera tilt away from showing everything.
“Theater, huh? Guess they like it.”
“Clearly,” Miyano reached for the remote. “I can change it.”
“Nah.” Sasaki took a bite of rice and put his free arm around Miyano's shoulders. “Let them finish. I want to know why plays or musicals or whatever is making them so excited this early.”
“Let them finish? Really?”
The guys took that exact moment to moan in unison and fall limp against each other.
“See.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Hehe. You don't want to show me your porn today, Yoshikazu?”
“I have never seen this before. Besides, what do you mean my porn? I don't own any of that.”
“I beg to differ.”
Miyano took a few bites before responding. It really was delicious.
“Manga doesn't count.”
“Why not?”
“It just doesn't.”
“I don't know about that. I'd never seen this much sex until you started lending it to me, and I'm a teenage boy.”
“You're almost 20.”
“How is it different if they're doing the same things?”
“There’s stories in BL. Porn doesn't have stories. Not really, anyway. If it does, they move past it too fast. You don't know anything about them or why they like each other. They probably don't even know each other's names.”
“You prefer it when people have a connection?” Sasaki set his plate on the coffee table and shifted to leaning on his side. He brushed some of Miyano's hair behind his ear. “That's sweet.”
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
He took a few more bites.
“Fine. Yeah, I guess I do.”
“What else do you like?”
Miyano breathed in the remnants of whatever was in his mouth and started coughing. Sasaki just watched and held out a glass of tea, the corners of his mouth twitching.
“Why are you asking me that?”
“It would be helpful information to have. You finished your exams and got accepted into college. Graduation is next week. You didn't forget, did you?”
“I didn't.” That was the understatement of the century.
“Good. Now, tell me what you like so I have a reference point.”
“It's not like I know.”
“Then what do you think you like? Is that better?”
“How do I even answer that?”
Sasaki leaned back into the cushions and put his arms behind his head. He closed his eyes before continuing.
“I think you like the build up.”
“Pardon?”
“The kissing and how the couples touch each other. The definitely not porn you lend me is usually like that-- slow, lots of kissing, showing the prep work instead of skipping over it. They talk to each other. They switch positions. They take their time. They go for a while, actually. That one with the guy who could see ghosts was like more than half--”
“I got it, Sasaki.” He buried his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes until his vision dissolved into streaks of white and blue.
It was almost frustrating how easy this conversation was. Still weird, but not as much as he'd expected. Miyano was barely even embarrassed. It was like time was suddenly moving slower just for them. The waves of the world crashed against him with emails and movie surprises, then Sasaki makes them recede by asking him what type of porn he watches?
“So, I'm right? What? Why are you so embarrassed? I'm not allowed to ask my boyfriend how he wants to be ravished next week?”
“I’m not.” He wasn't. Not really. “Hold on. Why next week?”
“It’s my post-exam slash end of high school gift for you. I'm taking you to the beach.”
“The beach?”
“Surprise!” He pecked him on the lips, then grabbed his plate and resumed eating. “We're leaving on Friday and staying till Sunday.”
“Why?”
“What a weird question.” Sasaki was trying so hard not to laugh that he had to cover his mouth with the back of his hand and turn away. “Do you not want to go to the beach with me, Yoshikazu?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then accept your gift.”
“I have to ask my parents.”
“Your mom says it's fine.”
“When did you talk to my mom?”
“Like a month ago. She was oddly adamant that I shouldn’t pay for the hotel or plane tickets myself even though I really wanted to.” Miyano just stared. “What? There's nothing strange about going on vacation with your boyfriend. She thinks we're already having sex anyway.”
“Can you not say that? Ever again, please? It's absolutely horrifying for so many reasons. The least of which is why you know that. Did she say something?”
“Of course not. That's why I know. She just didn't say anything about it then or really any time I've stayed over. Even my parents said something to me and you know how they are.”
“They said something to you?”
“It's fine,” Sasaki waved his hand dismissively, “just another sex talk. Like the one I already got like 5 or 6 years ago. I’m too old for it and dad kinda flubbed it.” Miyano tilted his head. “He doesn't know much about gay people. I guess he was worried that some of his earlier advice wouldn't transfer so he needed to say something? He didn't know what, so he sort of fumbled through it, gave me a box of condoms, and we avoided eye contact for a week.”
“You're gay?”
“Not really. Don't care. Will you go to the beach with me?”
“Well, yeah.”
----
The movie was pretty good once they started watching it. The dinner his mother made later was also delicious, even if it was hard to eat two giant meals back-to-back in the same day. They discussed graduation plans and the trip that, apparently, everyone already knew about except for him.
When they moved up to Miyano’s bedroom a while later, he found himself laying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling as Sasaki picked through his bookshelf.
“Can I stay over?”
“Of course. Text your sister.”
Impromptu sleepovers weren’t novel anymore. Sasaki had even started keeping clothes and a handful of toiletries there. They'd stopped asking permission after the third or fourth time, but Sasaki still sent courtesy texts to his sister so she wouldn't worry. Not that it mattered, though. She was staying at her boyfriend's house more often than not recently. They were probably going to get engaged soon.
“Are you okay yet?”
“I'm fine.” He was, but Sasaki must have picked up on at least a little of the anxiety in the air when he first arrived.
“So, no?” Sasaki sat on the edge of the bed and laid back to rest his head on Miyano's thigh. Miyano reached down and ran his hand through his hair. “I think you'll like college, but it really is weird isn't it?”
“What’s weird?”
“Just being done.”
That was his hang up, he supposed. He was done and now his life was suddenly full of brand new grand plans and pending experiences. His boyfriend was only a year ahead of him but was already working in an office building and making big decisions. That gap between them was now on track towards rapidly narrowing.
“It's strange how you just get an email and suddenly you know what you're doing for the next three years.”
Sasaki turned his head and kissed Miyano's pajama-clad skin.
“Yeah, but you'll do well. You're smart. You're social and cute. You'll make friends in no time. I'll warn you that the campus is far, though. It gets annoying really quickly. Really quickly. It feels like I'm riding around more than sleeping some days.”
“Do you want to move down there?” Miyano was joking, but Sasaki didn't laugh.
“When you're ready, yeah. I'm not going without you.”
Miyano traced lazy circles into Sasaki's scalp.
“You realize you asked me if I was okay, talked about how overwhelming life transitions are, then threw something else at me? Right?”
“Want to get a dog? Maybe we can get a boat. Oh! I know! Want to pick a religion? You don't have a driver's license. We could do that tomorrow morning.”
“Ridiculous.”
It was getting easier to think, like the events of the day were clicking comfortably into place. What Sasaki just said about moving in together didn't fully register yet and he knew it, but it'd settle into his mind eventually and he wasn't nervous.
“I look forward to attending your graduation, having a sex vacation, showing you around campus, and moving in with you in that order.”
“Speaking of which...” Miyano squared his shoulders. This was going to be hard, but he needed to know. He couldn't stop thinking about it all day.
“Hm?”
“We're unbalanced right now.”
“In what way?”
“If you're going to ask me embarrassing questions for a se-- uh, vacation... you have to answer them, too.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. What do you like?”
Sasaki tensed for a second, but quickly found his composure and snuggled closer.
“You.”
“That's cheating.” Miyano flexed his knee so Sasaki's head would jostle.
“Fine. I do like you, though. I love you, actually. Deeply and madly. You have no idea how much, and you occupy a rather risque place inside my head.”
“Because you're a teenage boy?”
“Because you're my boyfriend. And I'm almost 20, by the way.”
“Stop flirting.”
“Fine!” He looked away and clasped his hands on his chest. “I think I like the build-up, too. The kissing. The way your skin feels. How responsive you are. The sounds you make and the way you just go with things. The way you ask for more. It's so cute when you do that, you know? You're quiet for a while then you just say stuff that is going to kill me one day. That and I desperately want your cock in my mouth.”
That last sentence. Just thrown in like he was making a comment on the weather.
Miyano felt his eyes widen as he scrambled to hone in on any sort of response. His face was suddenly hot and his pants were getting tight.
Sasaki turned his head to the side and made eye contact with the evidence before adding “I'm glad you agree.” Miyano cupped himself like it would somehow help the situation. “You're so cute.”
“Sasaki. Really?”
“No doubt!” He stood up and stretched. “I'm going to get ready for bed. Unless you want help with that first.” The tease didn’t carry any expectations. He’d said that a few times after particularly enthusiastic make-out sessions.
“If you want.”
Sasaki's head snapped up.
“What?”
“If you want... I’ll take help with... Uh, that. If you're offering seriously, that is. Don't do it if you don't want to.”
“Of course I want to.” Sasaki's cheeks were bright red and he looked like he was holding his breath. “You don't want to wait until next week?”
“I've never said I wanted to wait, Shuumei. Why are you looking at me like that? You said you like it when I ask.” He sat up on his elbows and matched Sasaki's stare, refusing to look away no matter how much his nerves wanted him to. “I'm done with your list. Maybe not the graduation thing, technically, but it's really just the ceremony.”
“We're not alone, Miya.”
“You can't make noise with your mouth full.”
Where did that response come from? Did that come out of his own mouth? Thankfully he couldn't think about it for too long because Sasaki was already moving back onto the bed.
Miyano leaned forward to meet him, quickly opening a music app to play something then tossing his phone onto the carpet. It was an album that Sasaki had recommended to him. He couldn't remember the artist or any of the songs.
Sasaki tugged at the bottom of Miyano's shirt then pulled it over his head. “I love that shirt, you know? It’s so good that I almost want you to keep it on.”
“Should I?”
“No,” Sasaki laughed and started sucking on the skin under his collarbone.
There was no light peaking under his bedroom door. Everyone was in bed. His parent's bedroom was on the other side of the apartment and he couldn't have been more thankful for it.
Sasaki's shirt joined his on the floor.
Sasaki kissed down his chest and stomach, stopping briefly to tease his nipples before continuing. They were sensitive and it felt good, but the feeling wasn't necessarily arousing. Especially not when he was so hard that he was toeing the line of physical pain.
When he got to the top of Miyano's pants, he kissed along the waistband slowly and intentionally. His big hands were holding onto his hips, sliding forward and back. He occasionally dipped under the fabric but never by more than a centimeter or two.
He was drawing it out. Tease.
“Your stomach is so soft. There's some muscle under there.” Miyano knew he never worked out so it must just be the lack of fat creating an illusion. Sasaki kissed around his belly button. “I've been wanting to kiss you here for so long.”
“Why there?”
“When you wiped your forehead with the front of your shirt after your run, it looked so good.”
Miyano somehow remembered the moment he was talking about. He couldn't find a towel on Sports Day after he'd finished his dash but sweat was dripping into his eyes. He was self-conscious about it, but had seen other guys do it earlier and figured nobody would notice. That was maybe an hour or two before Sasaki first confessed to him. Possibly less.
“Is that why you confessed that day?”
“Many reasons.” He sucked on the skin over his hip bone until Miyano started twitching with discomfort. It was a good hurt. Just new. Sasaki let go with a pop before continuing. “That helped.”
Sasaki folded down the elastic band on his pants once like he was going to roll them up instead of pull them off.
Then there were lips pressing softly against the base of his pubic hair. He could feel every breath out through Sasaki's nose.
“I'm not going to last long.”
“That's okay. We’ll have a whole three days to build up endurance.”
“A whole whenever, I guess, once we pick an apartment, apparently.”
He, again, meant it as a joke but Sasaki grabbed Miyano around the back and used it as leverage to bury his face hard into Miyano’s belly. He groaned long and low, snuffing most of the volume. Miyano felt the vibrations in his spine and, if he had let go just enough, could probably have come from it.
When Sasaki rested his back onto the sheets and finally pulled his pants down, Miyano's cock audibly slapped against his chin.
He did the lift and press thing again, stifling another sound.
Miyano covered his mouth to do the same.
“I think about you so much, Miya. All of the time.” He continued kissing through his pubic hair, slowly until he got to the base of his cock. “I've jerked off to you hundreds of times.”
“You, too. I uh, jerk off to you, too.”
“What do you think about when you do it?”
“The picture you sent me at Christmas.”
Sasaki hesitated for a moment then laughed against his skin.
Last Christmas Sasaki had just gotten his internship and Miyano was deep in the trenches of an 11-book series. Miyano had no money and Sasaki had no time, so they made an agreement: no buying presents, no big celebrations, and lunch in the park outside of Sasaki's office building instead of dinner. It was nice but something was missing. Christmas is a romantic time and that day was too casual. So, when they parted ways, they decided to send pictures to each other. There wasn't anything inherently sexual about it. The intent was phone backgrounds more than anything.
Miyano's was first, a candid shot of himself that he already had. Something he'd taken with friends while walking around a store.
Sasaki, on the other hand, went for it. Bathroom at work. Shirt open. Pants unbuttoned. Underwear band on full display and potentially pushed down slightly. Massive, stupid grin on his face.
Honestly, Sasaki meant it as something to fluster his adorable boyfriend on the train ride home. He'd assumed it would probably be deleted because he couldn't use it as intended.
“You kept that?”
“Of course. It's you.”
“And you touch yourself to it?”
“I already said that. Why are you asking?”
“No reason.” He shrugged and continued kissing.
“Well, yeah, I--”
Miyano shoved the side of his hand in his mouth. Sasaki had, without warning, taken him into his mouth all the way to the base.
He held there for a few seconds, breathing hard through his nose and trying to push as deep as possible. Then he pulled back and took several, long, slow, sucking bobs.
Stars burst behind Miyano’s eyelids.
He wanted to look down but knew that'd be the end of it.
The end was already near but he had to give it, at least, a few minutes. He didn't even know if Sasaki planned to take it in the mouth. He'd ask when he could. When he could open his mouth without alerting everyone within a 5km radius what was happening in here.
Which, of course, didn't happen.
When he felt Sasaki's tongue swirl around his head, that was it. His back arched of its own accord and he shot directly down the back of his sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend's throat. Thankfully, he had enough wherewithal to keep his own mouth shut while he did it.
He watched Sasaki sit up on his knees and wipe his mouth.
“Sorry about that.” Miyano's voice was quiet and tight with the groan he'd somehow managed to restrain. “I was going to ask first but it caught me off guard.”
“No, no. It was nice. What I was hoping for, actually.”
Miyano didn't know what word best described Sasaki at that moment, but sexy didn't begin to cover the bases. His chest was coated in a thin layer of sweat. His abdominal muscles were flexing as he breathed hard and wiped his mouth with the back of his forearm. His bangs were plastered to his forehead. Then he smiled, full of smugness and eyes flickering back and forth between Miyano's slowly softening cock and face.
He was also hard.
He'd felt Sasaki’s cock when they made out many, many times. He'd never gotten such a straight-on, uninterrupted look, though. He was as big as always, straining against the fly of his jeans.
“Now that’s...” Miyano pointed vaguely at his crotch and laid back so he wouldn't have to look at him while he said this. “That's intimidating.”
Sasaki was silent for a second. When he spoke, he actually sounded flustered. Miyano peeked up and, sure enough, he was bright red and his pupils were huge. One of his hands was covering his face, but not enough to hide much.
“Is, uh, that something you like? Or a bad thing?”
Miyano sat up on his elbows and pulled his pants back into place.
“Of course it's a good thing, silly. Come here.”
Sasaki crawled into bed beside him, buried his face in Miyano's neck, and hugged tightly. Post-orgasm cuddles sounded amazing, but he had a job to do.
He wanted to be smooth about it, flip the button on his boyfriend's fly, and slide inside. Sasaki's pants were, however, like the others he usually wore. Tight.
“Shuumei?”
“Mhm?” He nuzzled into the crook of Miyano's shoulder and kissed.
“Can you take off your pants?”
“Today is about you.”
“That's not really fair.”
“It's okay.”
Miyano maneuvered their heads until he found Sasaki's lips. He tried not to break the kiss as he shifted onto his knees then into his boyfriend's lap, but he stumbled a few times. Sasaki was always there, though. Reconnecting with him in earnest.
He reached down and fumbled with Sasaki's button then pulled down his zipper as far as it would go in that position.
Sasaki moaned into his mouth, holding them together tightly by the back of Miyano's head.
“You're going to have to, at least, lift your hips.”
“Okay, yeah.”
Miyano moved back so he could have space, grabbing the sides of Sasaki's jeans and tugging them down in a series of hard pulls.
“You look great in these, but are they comfortable? They're really on there.”
“I'm sweating, so.”
“Oh, okay.”
When they were at his knees, Sasaki pulled Miyano by the shoulder into a deep kiss and kicked them the rest of the way off.
He wore boxer briefs. Always red and with a thick band that somehow made his hips and stomach look even cuter. Miyano gripped it with both hands like he was going to pull them down, only to lean forward and resume their kiss.
He was nervous. Hopefully, leaning on him with this grip for leverage was a little sexy, though? Maybe?
Sasaki kissed him back hard, sliding their tongues together and sucking on his bottom lip. Miyano's fingers twitched. It was frustrating, but he was hesitating. It's not that he didn't want to do this. The problem was that he wanted it too much. He'd thought about this for so long and, now that the moment was here, he was worried he'd do a bad job.
Then, as if he could read his mind before it started to spiral, Sasaki grabbed Miyano's hips and yanked him forward until he was fully straddling him. There were three layers of fabric separating them, but, still, he was sitting directly on his cock.
“Comfy?” He reclined with his hands behind his head and smiled up at him. Miyano nodded. “We really don't have to do anything else tonight. I mean it. This view is enough.”
“Just give me a second. I, uh, I want to.”
Sasaki swallowed, jaw clenching slightly before he found his carefree footing again.
“I have a picture of you, too.”
“Eh?”
“When you went to see your family, you sent me a few.”
“Those were normal.” So much so that Miyano had nearly forgotten. There was one of him on the plane. Another with his parents and him sitting in the grass. What else?
“You looked cute in your bathing suit. Really cute.”
“I sent you something of me in a bathing suit?”
“Yep!” He reached over the stool beside the bed, grabbed his phone, flipped through it, and turned the screen.
Sure enough, there he was. It used to be a shot of him and his cousins standing on a dock by a lake, but Sasaki had cropped everyone else out. He was shirtless and wearing swim trunks with the pop-up event shirt he'd worn today draped around his neck like a towel.
“Oh yeah!”
“I look forward to a recreation soon. I bet it's better in person.” Sasaki leaned up to kiss his neck, taking his phone back and dropping it on the floor next to Miyano's in the process. “I couldn't stop looking at it for days. Do you have any idea how crazy much I love you?”
Miyano moved his hips, grinding down hard until Sasaki fell back and fisted the sheets. He leaned on his palms on his chest and found a rhythm.
He could feel Sasaki's balls hitting the curve of his ass, and his own sliding along Sasaki's length. When he looked down, there was a wet spot forming just under Sasaki's waistband.
“I love you, too.” When he stopped and made a move to slide off, Sasaki whined and grabbed his waist. “I'm not going anywhere.” Then he kissed him sweetly as he awkwardly kicked off his own pajama pants and boxers before settling back into position.
When Sasaki’s hands brushed against Miyano's now bare cock, his eyes shot open and something between a hiss and a grunt slipped through his lips.
He covered Sasaki's mouth with one hand and dipped the other into his boxer briefs so he could pull him out, too. That move turned out to be a really good idea because Sasaki was loud. Or, he would have been if he wasn't taking advantage of the help and holding Miyano's palm in place with both of own hands and an iron grip.
“I think you like pressure.” Miyano whispered as he lined up their cocks and took both in his free hand. Doing that while also covering Sasaki's mouth was odd positioning, but he managed. “I think you like pressure and contact, specifically.” He started jerking them off in slow, tight pulls. Sasaki puffed hard out of his nose and nodded. “They do this in BL a lot and I’ve wanted to try with you.”
Sasaki's eyes fluttered closed and his shoulders relaxed into the pillows.
The movements got more difficult the wetter they got. He kept almost losing his grip, occasionally shifting too far one direction or another. If Sasaki noticed, he didn't care. His muffled moans were interspersed with palm kisses and occasional leg twitches.
Then, quite suddenly, Sasaki's eyes opened and rolled back as he came across his stomach and chest.
Miyano ripped his hand from Sasaki's mouth and kissed him, trying to swallow the moans of his aftershocks as he continued jerking himself off. The back of his hand kept brushing Sasaki's cock as it sat still rigid and dripping on his stomach and, wow, that was moving things along. He couldn't remember ever getting himself so close so easily.
He didn't come as hard or as much the second time, but it still felt incredible.
He collapsed on top of Sasaki immediately after, not caring about whatever mess was undoubtedly smearing between them or how they'd deal with it quietly in the middle of the night.
They kissed for some long, indeterminate period of time. When they parted, they were both panting and Sasaki's underwear had somehow completely disappeared.
Miyano was the first to speak.
“Wow.”
“Yeah, haha, wow.”
“Hold on,” he pushed off the bed and grabbed his shirt from the floor to wipe them off.
Sasaki let him, just smiling and occasionally brushing his dark bangs behind his ears.
“I should be doing that, ya know?”
“Why?”
“Again, it's your special day.”
“We worked together on that. It's a special day for both of us.”
“Miya,” Sasaki whined, “when are we moving in together? I need a date or I'm going to lose my mind.”
“We'll figure it out. It might take me a minute. I'm not exactly working at the moment.”
He pulled on a pair of shorts from a random drawer and silently made his way into the kitchen to get them water and a wet towel. They couldn't shower now, so the morning would have to do. Thankfully, his dad would be gone before 7am and his mom usually went to the gym on Sunday mornings.
His laptop was sitting on the counter. It had been moved out of the way for dinner. He opened it and clicked the trackpad until the screen came to life.
His email was open. Just like Sasaki said, it was a message from the college requesting an acceptance or decline of admission given his passing exam score. It was short and plainly written, probably an automatic message that was sent to every student who met the cut-off.
He watched the clock in the corner until it ticked from 11:59 to midnight, then he followed the link and rendered his acceptance.