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When Kiyoomi stirred, it was to find himself pressed up against Wakatoshi’s back. He was big and warm beneath the blanket, and Kiyoomi momentarily closed his eyes again to properly enjoy the feeling of laying together. His arm curled tighter around Toshi’s waist while pressing his nose to the sleep shirt he was wearing, comforted by his familiar detergent. They’d fallen asleep in the opposite way, with Wakatoshi curled around him, but Kiyoomi didn’t mind this change of position. He sighed softly, content with getting to sleep in and even more content with waking up to his boyfriend in his arms.
“You awake?” Toshi’s low voice came, still laced with sleep.
“Mhm…” Kiyoomi’s arm wound even tighter around his midsection, pulling himself that much closer to the broad back that greeted him.
It wasn’t until Wakatoshi shifted his hips backwards that Kiyoomi realized he was a victim of typical morning wood. Immediately, he drew his hips away to avoid pressing into his boyfriend anymore than he already had.
“Sorry,” he murmured, pulling away completely after another minute. He was starting to sit up to stretch when Wakatoshi rolled onto his back to look up at him, hair slightly messy from the pillow.
“You want any help?” he asked, glancing down to where Kiyoomi was tenting in his boxers. Kiyoomi felt himself blush and quickly shook his head.
“No, it’s alright. I’m gonna go shower.” He bent to brush his lips along Toshi’s, kissing him quickly before sliding out of the bed altogether.
In the bathroom, he set the water as cold as it could go, just to kill the erection. Last thing he wanted to deal with was touching himself and wasting precious minutes of the morning on cleaning up afterwards. The sooner he got back out to Wakatoshi, the better.
When he was done with his turned luke-warm shower, he found his way into the kitchen, toweling off his wet hair and sliding into a kitchen chair to watch Wakatoshi cook. He had a plate of pancakes in one hand and was reaching for two more plates from the cupboards. Kiyoomi sat patiently as he prepared his kitchen table for breakfast, setting a plate and utensils in front of Kiyoomi while not-so subtly kissing the top of his head.
Orange juice was poured, cut strawberries were set in a bowl. Finally Wakatoshi was seated before him, the both of them quietly digging into their own respective pancakes.
“How was your shower?” he asked when they were both a little more than halfway through their breakfasts. Kiyoomi’s eyebrow quirked up curiously as he swallowed the bite he’d just taken.
“It was fine…?” He didn’t bother hiding his minimal confusion, especially after seeing the playful glint in Wakatoshi’s eyes. He wasn’t following the reasoning behind Wakatoshi’s question. He didn’t normally ask about Kiyoomi’s showers. What was so interesting about them anyway?
“What’d you think about?” he asked next, his foot gently bumping into Kiyoomi’s beneath the table.
“That your shampoo is getting low,” Kiyoomi answered simply, stabbing another piece of pancake with his fork. Toshi snorted a little.
“That’s what you got off to?”
“Huh?” Kiyoomi paused to squint at him. “What are you talking about?”
It was Wakatoshi’s turn to look confused, his hands going still from where he’d been cutting up his second round of pancakes.
“You went in there to take care of yourself, didn’t you?” he asked, lowering his fork and knife.
“Yeah, I took a cold shower.” Kiyoomi blinked at him. “What did you think I was doing?”
Toshi just stared at him for a long minute. “I thought you were jerking off.”
Immediately, Kiyoomi’s nose scrunched up. “What would I do that for?”
Silence fell. Kiyoomi glanced at his boyfriend yet again.
“Do you ever jerk off?” Wakatoshi asked slowly. His utensils were set on his plate now, pancakes left alone.
“Not if I can help it,” Kiyoomi said plainly. He stabbed a piece of strawberry to bring to his lips.
“Can I ask why?” Wakatoshi was leaning towards him now, arms folded on the table and attention totally devoted to him. Kiyoomi lifted his eyebrow again.
“Messy. Dirty. Takes up time.” He ticked off three fingers. “I don’t particularly enjoy it for those three reasons alone.”
“Even in the shower?”
Kiyoomi paused. “If I have to do it, then the shower is preferable,” he decided. “But it’s not always necessary. Like I said, it takes up time.”
“Huh.” Wakatoshi leaned back in his chair, arms crossed loosely over his chest as he studied Kiyoomi. “Does it even feel good for you?”
“I mean, I guess so.” Kiyoomi shrugged a shoulder. “Though I can’t say it’s the best thing in the world. Never understood why some guys get so crazy about getting their dick wet.”
Wakatoshi snorted a little, eyes amused. “We’ve had sex, Kiyoomi.”
“Yes, I’m aware.” Kiyoomi focused on his pancakes again.
“You telling me it wasn’t enjoyable?”
Kiyoomi paused to look up at him. “That’s not what I said.”
“Doesn’t sound like you were particularly interested in it, though.” Toshi tilted his head.
Letting out a heavy sigh, Kiyoomi set down his own utensils. “I did like it. But it’s not the sort of thing I’d consistently seek out.”
“Do you feel that sex takes up time? Or wastes it?” Wakatoshi asked.
“Depends on who it’s with,” Kiyoomi answered easily. “With you? No.”
“Then why didn’t you want me to help this morning?” There was curiosity in his tone. He wasn’t mad or upset, just curious.
“Didn’t want to waste time,” Kiyoomi stated - before realizing exactly how he was contradicting himself.
“Do you not like sex, Kiyoomi?” Wakatoshi asked again. He looked sincere. Kiyoomi cracked slightly.
“I enjoy spending time with you,” he said slowly. “I enjoy intimacy with you. I like knowing you’re pleased and happy.” He paused. “Orgasms feel nice, but… I don’t know. Messy. Over too soon.”
“Do you think you’re ace?” Toshi wagered.
“Possibly. I’m not sure.” Kiyoomi tilted his head slightly.
“Are you doing anything today?”
Kiyoomi shook his head now. “Why?”
“How much time would you be willing to ‘waste’?”
Kiyoomi regarded Wakatoshi warily. “I guess as much as you want me to. Are you wanting to have sex all day, Toshi?”
“Not necessarily.” He stood up and came around the table to pull Kiyoomi to his feet as well. Kiyoomi protested, not content with leaving a mess on the table, but Wakatoshi just pulled him back towards their bedroom with, “I promise I’ll clean it up after.”
As they entered the room, Toshi kicked the door shut and pinned Kiyoomi to it with a deep kiss. Eyebrows furrowed, Kiyoomi attempted to reciprocate, hands grabbing at his boyfriend’s biceps.
“How much are you open to trying?” Wakatoshi asked when he pulled back.
Kiyoomi inhaled raggedly as he met his gaze, trying to figure out where this was going. “I trust you won’t take it too far,” was what he chose to say.
Toshi smiled at him before reaching for his clothes, undressing Kiyoomi right there at the door until he was fully nude. Toshi, still clothed, nudged Kiyoomi towards the bed until he sat on it.
Wakatoshi climbed on behind him, settling back against the headboard and spreading his legs. “Come here,” he called once he was comfortable, and Kiyoomi carefully scooted backwards until he was leaning back against the other’s firm chest. Feeling Toshi’s clothes against his skin only served to make him feel more naked, but he tried not to let it dissuade him from whatever Wakatoshi was wanting to do.
“Will you masturbate for me?” he suddenly asked.
Kiyoomi jerked slightly, turning to look at Wakatoshi over his shoulder. “What? Why?”
“Just to see what you do.” Wakatoshi blinked lazily at him, moving forward to rest his chin on Kiyoomi’s shoulder.
“Uh.” Kiyoomi looked back down at himself, staring pointedly at his flaccid dick. “I’m not even hard. You’re really interested in watching me?”
“I am. Get yourself hard,” Toshi said softly. His arms wound tight around Kiyoomi’s waist, but he was keeping his hands to himself.
“How am I supposed to do that?” Kiyoomi asked impatiently. Wrinkling his nose for a split second, he cupped himself in hand. At least he was familiar with his body.
“How would you normally get in the mood?” Toshi kissed the spot behind his ear.
“I never do,” Kiyoomi stated firmly. “I only do it when I’m already hard.”
Wakatoshi sighed heavily in his ear. “Well… I want you to try and get yourself to that point. For me. I’ve seen you hard before, I’ve gotten you hard. Do it yourself.”
Kiyoomi huffed quietly but he didn’t argue. He wiggled a little, curling in slightly on himself while leaning into Toshi even more to get comfortable. Toshi’s legs framed both of his own, and after a moment, he adjusted to drape his legs over Toshi’s thighs to spread himself more.
Chewing on his lower lip, he lightly fondled himself. He squeezed and rubbed at his base and carefully stroked upwards, the friction dry without any lube. As if thinking the same thing, Wakatoshi leaned away from him to grab the lube from his nightstand and dropped it between his thighs for him. Kiyoomi mumbled a thanks as he opened it to squeeze a small dollop into his palm.
With lubrication, he had an easier time stroking himself, but he wasn’t getting very far. His dick barely even twitched in hand, and it certainly didn’t feel pleasurable.
“What are you thinking about?” Toshi asked quietly.
“How this is stupid,” Kiyoomi said blandly.
“Well how can you expect to get hard if you’re not even thinking about anything?” Wakatoshi asked dryly. “Do you want to watch porn?”
“Ugh, no.” Kiyoomi immediately declined.
“Well then you need a better strategy than this.” Wakatoshi gestured one hand to where Kiyoomi was still holding his limp cock.
“What am I supposed to think about then?” Kiyoomi asked irritably. He slouched even more, a slight pout on his lips. Wakatoshi was quiet before giving a quiet hum.
“Think about me,” he suggested.
“Do elaborate.”
“Think about the physical things you like about me. Tell me.”
“Narcissist,” Kiyoomi probed but he gave in with a sigh. “I like your hands. You do a good job in keeping them clean. They’re nice. I like how warm they are, and how they feel holding mine.”
“Close your eyes,” Toshi instructed. Kiyoomi obeyed. “Alright, you like my hands. Think about how it feels when I touch you.”
“Where?” Kiyoomi absent-mindedly rubbed his thumb over his tip.
“Where do you like being touched?” Wakatoshi asked in response. Kiyoomi took a moment to think on that.
“I like when you grab my ass,” he finally admitted.
“Then think about me grabbing your ass,” Wakatoshi told him. So Kiyoomi did.
It was weird when Wakatoshi was right there within perfect reach of his ass but not grabbing, but he did it anyway. He let himself think of those large hands groping him while they made out on the couch, or taking hold of his ass to lift him up in the air when on their way to the bedroom. To his surprise, his dick twitched in his palm.
“What the fuck,” he whispered. He could feel Wakatoshi smiling against his skin.
“What do you like when we start getting intimate, Kiyoomi?” he asked softly.
“When you hold the back of my neck while we kiss,” he murmured, imagining it in his mind. The weight of his hand keeping him still as they licked at each other. “I like when you have me straddle your thigh to rub against. Or when you slide your hand into my pants. Or guide mine into yours.” He let himself imagine that too, Wakatoshi’s large fingers curling around his dick. He was steadily growing hard now, making it easier to stroke up and down.
And oh, when he imagined Wakatoshi’s hand in its place, it felt better. He let his head fall back against Toshi’s shoulder, inhaling slowly as he pulled downwards on his dick.
“Keep touching yourself, Kiyoomi,” Toshi encouraged. “Tell me what else you like.”
“I like… I like when you suck me off,” he admitted. “I always thought I would hate it, but you look good on your knees.”
“Would you like me to suck you off now?” Toshi asked lowly, lips brushing his ear. Kiyoomi shivered at the thought, pulling upwards once his dick was fully hard.
“Would you?” he asked breathlessly. He could easily picture Wakatoshi laying flat on the bed now, pink lips wrapped around the length of his dick. He imagined it sometimes, or rather, recalled memories of passionate nights together, but never like this, with his dick in his hand. Why hadn’t he? This felt good.
“No.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes flew open to look at Toshi, head lifting up off his shoulder. “What? Why not?”
Wakatoshi smiled in amusement, cheek pillowed on Kiyoomi’s rather bony shoulder. “I offered this morning and you declined.”
Kiyoomi sputtered slightly. “I didn’t want you to feel like you had to.”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I hadn’t wanted to,” Wakatoshi said calmly.
“Well I’d like that now!”
“Well we’re doing this.” Wakatoshi nodded down to where Kiyoomi was loosely holding himself. “Don’t stop now. I’m right here, isn’t that enough?”
“I-” Kiyoomi paused and then followed Toshi’s gaze down to himself. “I like it better when you do it.”
“But I’m trying to make a point,” Wakatoshi said gently. Before Kiyoomi could ask exactly what that point was, he moved closer to kiss the side of his neck. “I want you to see why it’s not always a waste of time to do this for yourself.”
Kiyoomi swallowed thickly, but he did resume his slow stroking. Wakatoshi continually pressed chaste kisses up and down the left side of his neck and Kiyoomi allowed himself to be turned on by that alone.
“Do you… Masturbate often?” Kiyoomi risked asking.
“Yes.” Wakatoshi wasn’t shy with his answer, but then again, he wasn’t shy with much.
“What do you do?”
Wakatoshi hummed, his lips going still at the base of Kiyoomi’s neck. “I jerk off. I usually think of you.”
Kiyoomi’s breath hitched. “You do?”
“Mhm.” Wakatoshi lightly squeezed him. “I think about how you look on your back for me. I love when you bend over though, especially when I don’t even ask.”
Kiyoomi shivered in his hold, eyes closing as he allowed himself to imagine just what Wakatoshi was talking about.
“I jerk off faster than that,” Wakatoshi suddenly said. Kiyoomi hesitated before moving his hand faster, gasping softly at the feeling. “I like touching my tip. Rub your thumb over the slit.” Kiyoomi obeyed him, cheek leaning against Toshi’s head as he carefully slid his thumb through the small bead of pre forming.
“That’s good,” Wakatoshi praised, making Kiyoomi’s toes curl slightly. “Rub in circles, find what feels good.”
Everything Wakatoshi told him to do, Kiyoomi did. He used all of his fingers to massage the area just beneath the tip and then used his index and middle to rub slow circles across it. It felt good, reminding him of when Wakatoshi would take charge of foreplay. He always knew where to touch and how to do it, and having him guide Kiyoomi was just as good as him doing it himself.
“Have you ever fingered yourself while masturbating?” he asked, making a blush form high on Kiyoomi’s cheeks. Quickly he shook his head. “I’ve done it a few times. It’s nice when you’re in the right mood.” He felt Wakatoshi reach between his thighs, but rather than touch him, he was nudging the bottle of lube closer once again. “Will you finger yourself for me, Kiyoomi?”
“Okay,” he whispered, releasing his dick to take hold of the lube again. With more lube on his fingers, he adjusted once more to reach his hole easier, leaning fully into Wakatoshi.
Biting down on his lip, he stared between his own legs while feeling around for his puckered entrance. He pressed lightly against it and hissed quietly. This was weird. Not that he’d never had anything in his ass, but he wasn’t used to fingering himself. Wakatoshi normally did it for him, and that was always good, but now it was up to him.
“Push lightly,” Toshi instructed, voice gentle. He had one hand resting against the inside of Kiyoomi’s thigh, and even that simple touch was enough to have his skin on fire. Pursing his lips, Kiyoomi did as told and pushed the tip of his own finger inside with a groan. “Good. Take your time. Don’t forget about your cock.”
Kiyoomi shivered at that word, though he did take his cock back into hand to squeeze while slowly pushing his finger inside. It didn’t feel great, but that was a little more typical. It never felt great at first. He trusted Wakatoshi to get him to a good point though, just like he always did when he was using his fingers instead of telling Kiyoomi to use his.
“How deep are you?” he asked. Kiyoomi shivered as he felt one hand lay flat on his ribs, warm and big.
“Almost to the second knuckle,” he answered breathlessly, gently pulling out and then pushing back in a little more. He was still lazily pumping his dick with his free hand.
“Good. I want to know when you can get your whole finger in, okay?” Toshi’s thumb gently stroked across his skin.
“Yes- Yeah, I will,” Kiyoomi readily agreed. He pressed back into Toshi’s chest as he purposely pushed a little harder. He enjoyed feeling the strong muscles at his back, the steady rise and fall of Toshi’s chest, ever present.
With pinched eyebrows, Kiyoomi pushed his finger in as far as it could go at the angle he was at, ignoring the slightly painful stretch.
“It’s in,” he said, squeezing the base of his dick and holding it - waiting for Toshi to instruct him.
“Feel around,” his voice came. His lips brushed the underside of Kiyoomi’s jaw. “Curl your finger, stroke upwards.”
Kiyoomi knew what he was supposed to be looking for from those words alone, and he dutifully did as told. It felt like a whole lot of nothing at first, just probing inside of himself and incidentally stretching his tight hole a little more.
He stretched his finger farther up. And gasped as it brushed against the right spot.
“There it is,” Wakatoshi practically crooned in his ear. His arms moved, no longer wrapped around Kiyoomi’s waist. Instead, he placed his hands right on the indents of it to hold him. “Keep touching it.”
Kiyoomi moaned, turning his face into the side of Toshi’s neck as he prodded at his prostate. His other hand was busy stroking his dick again, moving steadily.
“You look good like this, Kiyoomi.”
“I do?” Kiyoomi’s own voice was ragged, eyes squeezed closed as he kept nudging into that spot inside of himself.
“You do.” Wakatoshi’s hands started moving, slowly sliding down to his hips and then across his thighs. “I love making you feel good. Watching you make yourself feel good is just as nice.”
“Fuck, Toshi,” Kiyoomi whined. He’d pulled away from his prostate to start working a second finger inside of himself. It was faster this time, he was more pliable with the stretch. And with two fingers buried inside, he reached desperately for his prostate again, moaning at the combined pleasure of his hand on himself and fingers inside.
“You gonna come?” he asked, squeezing the insides of Kiyoomi’s thighs to remind him of just how unashamedly open he was right now.
“Can I?” Kiyoomi asked, as if needing permission. He could feel Toshi smiling against his forehead.
“Of course you can.” Wakatoshi squeezed and released with his thick fingers, over and over. Kiyoomi had never realized just how sensitive the soft parts of his thighs were until now, naked and molding to fit in Toshi’s fingers. “Don’t stop now.”
Kiyoomi picked up the pace, properly jerking himself off now. “Is-Is this how you do it?”
“Yes, just like that.” He knew Toshi was watching, could feel him holding his legs open as they started to tense up. Knowing he was jerking himself off the way Toshi often did to himself made him moan and keep on.
His fingers scissored inside of himself, enjoying the slight burn of the stretch combined with the brush along his prostate.
With a soft cry, he came, spilling across his stomach and tightening around his own fingers. His legs instinctively tried to close to hump into the feeling, but Wakatoshi kept them spread, leaving Kiyoomi even more flustered and squirming right where he was. It was strange - different. Whenever he jerked off in the shower to rid himself of the occasional morning wood, it never felt this good. It was hurried and uncomfortable, just a few quick seconds of pleasure before he was left with cum dripping down his thighs.
This, though. This was good.
It was deep inside, just like when Toshi fucked him through an orgasm. It filled his veins, made his head spin. He could hear himself whimpering as he started to come down, cock throbbing slightly in hand.
He pulled his fingers free with a groan when he was finally done, hand falling off his dick. His vision was slightly blurry now, mind unable to form a singular thought. He was completely limp against Toshi’s body, breathing just slightly heavier than normal.
“Good?” Toshi released his legs to envelop him in a warm hug.
“Uh huh…” Kiyoomi’s eyelids fluttered as he relaxed, drawing his legs together despite the mess between them. He was going to need another shower.
“See what you’ve been missing out on this whole time?”
Kiyoomi snorted, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Guess so.”
Toshi kissed his head as he squeezed him, tight enough for Kiyoomi to grunt. This wasn’t so bad, he decided, wiggling back against Wakatoshi’s own erection. Definitely not a waste of time either, that much he knew as soon as Toshi rolled him onto his back for another round.