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akito was fully ( mostly ), entirely (somewhat ), completely ( only a little ) conscious of the repercussions of jacking off in public. but— he was unlikely to get caught all the way in the back of the extremely empty weekend garage, especially if he was quick enough.
his only problem is that it wasn’t enough. not nearly enough. no matter how quickly he moved.
he needed more. something specific. someone. that he just- couldn’t- get.
toya.
no matter how much he pumped his fist, it just never progressed at all. his pleasure was at a complete plateau. he squeezed his eyes shut with frustration and his partner appeared in the darkness where his vision used to be, with those damned gorgeous silver eyes and silky hair and soft skin. GOD DAMN IT! akito could feel sweat causing his clothes to stick to his back, but he couldn’t break away from the task at hand for even a second despite the discomfort.
the frustration was like torture, his fucking dick felt like it was about to fall off. and it was all toya’s fault, damn it! he needed so badly in that moment to ravish his partner, to tear off all of toya’s clothes and feel his body around him. but all he could fucking do was helplessy groan his name to himself in this rare second of solitude, vent his desires out by his lonesome before his desperation peaked.
he just hadn’t had any opportunities lately. practice was often and a fucking nightmare, akito could barely ever focus on his goddamn dancing because watching toya sing like that, so fucking sexy, and dance in a way that terrible for akito’s boner even if unintentionally seductive, casting beads of sweat into the air and on the stage was a nightmare. it took everything he had not to pin toya against he wall during practice.
his mounting desires weren’t going anywhere, though, no matter how much he rubbed his dick. his breathing was growing heavier and his frustration was getting worse, but the coil in his stomach wasn’t doing anything. he just needed— fuck. he didn’t know what he needed. but he wanted to be fucking toya.
just as he had that thought, he heard the door on the far end open. FUCK! was the rest of vivid bad squad here already—? damn it! he quickly stood up, zipping his pants up and fixing the rest of his clothes in a panic. he grabbed a random towel and wiped off his face, trying to wipe away any incriminating expressions off with the sweat. deep breaths — hopefully they wouldn’t notice.
“oh, shinonome-kun!” kohane said, bright as ever. “you’re here early! we had been looking for you, haha…” akito leaned back a little, trying to play it cool, which was difficult because of his whole being in a random corner in the back thing, but at least an and kohane seemed none the wiser. toya, on the other hand, looked a little concerned.
“what are you doing back here?” he asked, voice worried. gah! “are you alright to practice?” his face was so…! akito looked down, unable in that moment to cogitate a proper response. an image flashed through his mind in that moment, of toya’s face but totally ruined. LOCK IN!! he waited till it passed and then looked up at his groupmates with a weak smile on his face.
“yeah, i’m good. let’s get going.” that reassurance mostly dissipated the others’ concern, and akito got up so everyone could head to the stage.
“awesome!” an said, punching his arm. “if you’re really doing good, then i don’t want you to hold back, alright? let’s get it going!” she hopped up on the stage first while kohane fiddled with the speaker, and immediately began to hit some moves once the music came on.
“alright,” akito muttered, looking at toya. “you ready, partner?” toya nodded, and they began to move in tandem as well. he tried to focus on the dance, but his gaze kept on wandering to toya… god. the way he looked when he danced was too much to handle.
the way his body moved, the way his face darkened with a burning intensity, the way his clothes teased the figure beneath… akito felt his face redden. he. had. to. focus. he was able to fire off the first song without a problem, but it was really starting to heat up in here… kohane turned off the music as an fanned herself. “jeez,” she complained. “it’s really getting hot in here. i might go check on the AC.”
“do that!” kohane agreed, grabbing a swig of water. “i’m getting all sweaty and we’ve barely started…” akito and toya also nodded in agreement as he hopped off. toya said nothing but shed his jacket, placing it neatly on a table. his arms and neck were glistening with sweat in a way that was… fuck! akito got rid of his own jacket, silently wishing he could take his pants off too.
“are you sure everything is okay…?” toya asked, looking at him with those damn eyes. akito fought back the filthy thoughts in his head, nodding with what he hoped was a fierceness that would translate to resolve. but every time he shut his eyes, toya was still there, and totally shirtless. GAH!
“yeah, i’m good.” he repeated as an returned, unsuccessful in her endeavor to cool down the place. she explained that the AC was apparently broken or something — akito honestly wasn’t paying that much attention — but since it wasn’t too hot, as long as they just drank water the group would probably be fine.
song after song, akito was getting more and more worked up alongside the others. his boner was still screaming for toya’s his attention, making every single part of practice goddamn torture, and it wasn’t like his partner was making it any better. in fact, every single look at toya at this point was causing blood to rush out of akito’s head and straight down, pulling against his pants until he was worried they’d just fall off entirely.
the group paused again to get water, this time over halfway through the setlist. even though akito had this show down completely, this distracted state he was in was causing him to worry he’d lose it already. it was such a fucking mistake to slut toya out as much as they did in these songs.
well, that wasn’t the INTENTION of the choreography… but it Really Fucking Felt Like It. akito couldn’t help but continue looking at toya, who was still looking back at him with worry, as if that would help with anything at all except for make his situation significantly worse. his shirt was sticking to his body now, letting akito see the figure beneath…
in the universe laughing at him like this was some sick fucking joke, toya chose in that moment to start some stretches. first he just rolled his shoulders and extended his arms out, but then he pulled them above his head, long and deep and pulling his shirt up. akito’s eyes immediately flew down to the skin that revealed, and he was honestly shocked he didn’t just pass out then and there.
that was it. he couldn’t do this any longer. the second toya lowered his arms, akito grabbed him by the wrist, dragging him off to the door. “come with me,” akito said, voice darker than he meant for it to come out. honestly, he didn’t care too much. or at all.
“eh?” an asked as they marched off. “where are you two going?” toya looked just as confused, but akito didn’t intend on answering either of them. an and kohane kind of just looked confusedly at the two as they left.
“what- akito?” toya asked. “do you need something? is something wrong?” he seemed confused but not panicked, since he trusted him… well. it wasn’t like that mattered right now. the second they were somewhere else, in total solitude — in this case, a random alley — akito shoved him up against the wall, breathing still heavy.
“what the hell is this?” akito growled, grabbing toya’s shirt probably rougher than necessary. toya’s eyes widened imperceptibly as he pulled it up over his head, but he still didn’t fight back. god, damn it. akito almost felt bad.
“i- i’m not sure what you mean,” toya said, panic creeping into his voice. “what are you—”
akito cut him off with a rough kiss, grabbing his face and shoving it against his own. toya let out a little gasp, another one of those noises that drove him nuts, and so akito used his tongue to wrench the other boy’s lips apart. god, none of this was enough. akito needed to consume him.
his hands immediately began to run up toya’s body, grabbing at wherever they could reach. toya flinched, but there was little he could do to resist akito’s advances pinned against the wall like this — and if he was doing anything, akito sure as hell didn’t notice. he just continued to engulf his partner with his hands and his mouth, finally partaking in the meal he had been so long denied.
he broke the kiss, causing toya to gasp for air and begin to whimper softly as akito moved down his neck with rough kisses and sucking. he needed more. he could feel it, poking insistently down at the fly of his pants as he practically manhandled a weakly protesting toya. “akito—! now’s not really the ti—” he cut him off with a bite where his neck met his shoulder, causing toya’s body to jerk with surprise beneath him.
“if it’s not now,” akito snarled, “then it’s not ever gonna happen at this rate. i can’t wait any longer.” with that, he undid his pants in sloppy motions, causing toya’s eyes to widen further as he started to actually struggle.
“akito— wait— please—”
god, his voice… akito held him back with ease, since toya was light as a damn feather, taking off his belt and ripping his pants away to toss them aside. this was wrong, completely wrong, but he didn’t care — the expression on toya’s face should have stopped him, the fear in his eyes and in his voice, but it only turned him on even more.
oh well. no turning back now.
“god, how did you expect me to resist you?” akito said, feeling his chest burn up along with his voice. “you’re being such a fucking slut lately, you know that?” before toya could protest again, he hooked his hands under his legs and lifted him up with ease, capturing his mouth in another rough kiss and shoving him further up against the wall. all of toya’s frantic resistance translated as totally minimal to his partner, who just pushed past it.
finally, finally, finally. akito groaned at the friction his dick was getting rubbing against toya’s warm skin, already miles better than anything he could have given himself. toya just did things to him… god. really, this wasn’t his fault.
akito lined his shaft up, lifting toya’s ass up to give him easy access and drawing his breath in when he was at an ideal angle. toya was crying now, still whimpering softly, and those fearful noises hit a fever pitch when he realized akito was going to push in.
he finally managed to break away, panting as he looked at akito pleading. “akito, please— don’t do th—”
and again, he was interrupted — he let out a pained cry as akito shoved himself inside, feeling electrified by toya’s reaction as he bottomed out. toya stopped struggling entirely to throw his arms around the boy on top of him, holding on tightly with all his extremities as he cried into akito’s shoulder.
his protests and begging gave way to moans as akito began to move, trembling with pleasure as akito ravished him. his pace started off rough, greedily chasing the pleasure he had been denied for so long. toya’s walls felt so damn good around akito, and his sweet, slutty moans only spurred him to move even faster.
it was a sweet, sweet relief to akito’s agony. “finally,” he murmured as he pounded toya into the wall. “god, i’ve been meaning to do this— teach you a lesson about being such a whore and trying to drive me insane.” toya couldn’t form a response to that, tossing his head back and into the clouds. at that moment he convulsed beneath akito, spurting cum pathetically onto his own stomach and akito’s clothes. the sight spurred akito to increase his pace further, getting close himself.
“get off on that?” akito muttered, leaning close so he could whisper low into toya’s ear. “fuckin’ slut— just take it.” toya came again, probably from the combination of the sensitivity from his previous orgasm and the comments sending both of the boys dizzy with lust.
that was enough to send akito over the edge himself, sheathing into toya so he could spill his load as deep as it would go. toya buried his face into akito's shoulder, and the two stayed there like that for a while, breathing heavily.
after a while, akito slowly set toya down.
“…akito—”
“FUCK!!!”
he immediately broke off, holding his head in his hands and pacingf frantically to explicate his shame. post-nut clarity was a bitch, but so was he! “oh my god, dude, i’m so sorry. i—”
“don't worry.”
what? what? what? akito immediately looked up at toya, who had put his pants back on and was now smiling at him with those damn kind eyes of his, putting his hands on his shoulders to calm him.
“i… enjoyed that,’ toya said quietly. “um. you handling me rougher.” akito's eyes widened. “please don't feel bad, alright? i liked that.”
akito's hand snaked up to grab toya's wrist, and he took some deep breaths. god, toya… his partner was gonna be the death of him. he stood back up and then gave toya a hug.
“i… i’m glad. i love you, partner.”