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The rift between them crept up so insidiously, Hiyori couldn't even say properly when it began.
Eden debuts to resounding success. Their practices together aren't flawless, but they're wonderful and shining and Hiyori was getting a real taste of the life he wanted. Everything was falling into place so neatly, so perfectly, Hiyori might just have believed in fate. His little family solidifies, and he loves all three of them.
And then… Jun doesn't quite keep up like he has been. Things fall in the cracks.
Moods take Jun sometimes. Even being showered in Hiyori's light, Jun still has darkness that cropped up now and again. Hiyori thinks nothing of it at first.
Until it keeps happening . Jun misses cues he'd picked up effortlessly weeks before. He stops looking Hiyori in the eyes. Responses dwindle back to single words. The easy jokes stop.
And one day Hiyori realizes Jun is really truly pulling away from him.
Ibara quietly asks Jun to stay after practice one day.
Their practice had been awful, and Hiyori knows it was almost entirely Jun. He's not listening, not adjusting, and things just don't mesh like they're supposed to.
After 'leaving', Hiyori leans against the door and presses his ear to it, for once not caring how it looks. He catches the tail end of Ibara murmuring "-force me to make a choice I don't want to. This is an order from your producer, Jun-shi."
A chill whispers through his veins. Hiyori hasn't let himself think about what might happen if Ibara decides Jun isn't worth keeping in Eden.
He didn't think he'd need to.
But now the cold, calculating part of Hiyori's brain happily informs him that while Jun's… whatever this is… hasn't massively affected their public work yet , it easily could, and Eden's reputation will suffer for it. And that, Ibara won't allow.
After a long pause, he hears Jun murmur a soft "I understand".
Footsteps. Hiyori moves aside and turns so he can lean against the wall. Ibara leaves the practice room and his eyes flick over to Hiyori. He's not surprised.
"Fix it." The order is quiet, but iron-firm. "I don't know if it's you or him, but I'm not letting this break Eden."
Hiyori looks away and nods.
And oh, he tries.
Jun resists every attempt he makes. Hiyori coaxes, bribes, threatens, pouts, every trick in the book. Jun takes them all with the personality of a brick wall. "Don't worry about it," he says.
"I'll try harder tomorrow," he says. He won't even look at Hiyori, and Hiyori half-expects to be called senpai again.
Their bond is cracking.
Hiyori knew it would be a bad night. He could feel it in his bones as he went through his nighttime routine, so it's no real surprise that he dreams of drowning in darkness. Alone. No light, no warmth, just chill black fear that fills his lungs until he chokes and struggles. An impenetrable darkness where his limbs grow heavier and heavier, his struggles weaker as he burns for air.
And as his struggling ceases, it's Jun's face he thinks of.
Hiyori bolts out of bed so fast he clips his forehead on the top bunk, but he can't even register pain. He's gasping for air, ice in his blood, tears already flowing down his cheeks. When he gets to the bathroom, he grips the sink with trembling hands as he fights not to be sick.
The nausea doesn't win, this time. The suffocating pressure in his chest doesn't ease, though, and he bends to touch his forehead to the cool tile as he sobs.
Slowly, he sinks to the floor. His legs fold ungracefully as his chest heaves with each breath, his whole body rocking as he shakes. He hates this. Hates it so much. Hates it hates it hates it. He holds himself tight, wishing the shattered pieces of himself back together. It doesn't work.
Shuffling footsteps.
Hiyori didn't close the door. He'd been too busy making sure he wouldn't make a mess somewhere more inconvenient, and now a sleepy Jun is witnessing his shame once again.
This isn't like the last few times, though. This time Jun is the cause. Jun feels the difference, too, or maybe they've just grown so far apart he doesn't dare comfort Hiyori properly. He sinks down, too, but he doesn't touch Hiyori. Doesn't draw him into an embrace like he did last time Hiyori had a bad night. The distance is cold, so cold, and Hiyori sobs so hard he gasps for breath.
What he can see of Jun's expression through his veil of tears is… wary. Fucking wary. Of Hiyori. It hurts, it hurts so much.
And abruptly, his mental view changes.
Why would Jun be the cause? Jun wants nothing more than to do well. Him suddenly failing makes no sense. He burns with the need to grow and learn, and that need is too deeply carved in him for it to turn off. That's one reason why Hiyori had chosen him - his drive is unfailingly strong.
This is Hiyori's fault, isn't it? It always is.
He wasn't good enough.
Oh, that feels right in the worst way. Of course it's him. He's breaking them, somehow. Jun is doing nothing more than reacting to Hiyori, same as he always does. Hiyori's hands clench on his upper arms hard enough to hurt. His fault. His fault. He's losing his beautiful Jun because he can't do anything right in his fucking life, not once. Every gasp for air sends knives through him.
"Hey," Jun starts. "You…"
Hiyori shakes his head, recoiling back. His head is spinning from lack of air as he keeps gasping, and dimly he realizes this is a bad one, possibly the worst he's ever had. Spots swirl in his vision. The blackness might just take him for real tonight, and there's nothing he can do about it.
"Goddamn," Jun murmurs. Warm arms wrap around Hiyori, finally, but it's too late to feel genuine. "Hey, hey, you've got to calm down. Focus on the here and now, alright? Try to breathe deeper. I'm here. Focus on me."
All the right words. But where before they'd anchored Hiyori and pulled him out of the darkness, now they feel empty.
Jun is here for now. But how long will he keep putting up with Hiyori?
Even as empty and fake as it feels, Hiyori can't help clinging to Jun. Jun's grip on him strengthens and Hiyori keens his grief. He's losing Jun. He's losing Jun. Jun has become too dear to him, and losing him is breaking Hiyori. He let Jun too deep inside, and when Jun rips away for real, Hiyori will bleed out.
"Ohiisan, you're really going to pass out if you can't breathe," Jun warns. "You've got to get a grip on it, okay? Listen to my voice, and follow it back. Just like you've done before."
Which doesn't help when every word Jun says is salt on the wounds he's bleeding from.
"Huh?"
Oh, he must have said some of that out loud.
And just like that, the dam breaks. Hiyori starts babbling in between sobs. "I'm sorry," he gasps. "I don't- I'm doing. Something. Wrong. For you. Tell me. Please. What I'm doing. I can't… can't take this…"
Jun takes an uneven breath, and he's suddenly hugging Hiyori crushingly tight. "Oh, Ohiisan…" he breathes. "You're not doing anything wrong. It's me, I promise. Me being goddamn stupid, as usual."
That can't be right, it doesn't feel right, Jun is a fucking liar and Hiyori knows it, but it's a pretty lie that finally, finally eases the pressure in his chest just a little. "Just. Tell me what I'm doing wrong," he gasps. "Let me, let me fix it, please. Let me try again. I won't mess up this time." His hands grip Jun's shirt so tightly he might be ruining it, just like he's ruining everything.
"Listen to me, you stupid noble," Jun says, his voice warm in a way Hiyori hasn't heard in weeks . "For once you actually have done nothing wrong. That should be celebrated, not cried over." He ruffles Hiyori's hair. "Look, if you can calm down a little, we can talk better, okay? It… shouldn't have gone this far. I'm sorry."
Hiyori takes a shuddering breath, trying to force it deeper. It kind of works. He's still crying and everything hurts, but the blackness isn't as much of a threat as his breathing smoothes out a bit.
"That's good," Jun encourages. "Again, nice and deep."
His trembling eases from full body shakes down to just his hands, and he swallows hard. He can do this.
Jun pets his hair, his grip loosening. "Do you think you can manage some water?"
His stomach churns at the idea of putting anything in it, but he knows it'll help. Hiyori sits up properly and rubs his eyes. As he does, Jun stands. Hiyori hears water running and sniffs.
"Here." Jun's hand stays on the cup, and Hiyori obediently covers Juns hand with his own trembling one to guide. He takes little sips, eyes mostly closed. He's not ready to face Jun properly. Such a coward. And at that thought, his lip trembles again and another set of tears overflows. "Ah, not again. Ohiisan…"
"I've failed you," he whispers.
Jun clicks his tongue. "I already told you, this is a me problem. I can't believe I let it get so goddamn bad it caused you a meltdown." He pulls Hiyori close again, and Hiyori takes deep breaths of the scent of Jun. He showered before bed, so it's largely the smell of his soap… a soap Hiyori had gifted him. That tenuous connection helps more than Jun's words do. Jun is a lying liar that lies, but his actions are honest. He's still using Hiyori's gifts. He hasn't left yet. The world doesn't have to break yet.
Hiyori shivers and sniffs. "Ugh. I'm pathetic."
Fishing for sympathy? Of course. Jun knows that too, and Hiyori can hear a suppressed smile in his voice. "Maybe a little. It's okay, though, it's just me here. Your reputation is safe." He pets Hiyori's hair, and it's almost enough. Almost. His lower lip trembles again, but no more tears fall for now.
Another minute of using Jun's steadiness, and Hiyori finally feels somewhat back on even keel again. Or as close as someone like him can get.
He gives a long sigh and relaxes his grip on the other.
"Sip more water, clean your face, then come back out, okay?" Jun pulls back, and the expression he gives Hiyori has a hint of that soft fondness Jun had just been starting to show openly before he backslid. That's enough to give Hiyori a tiny bit more hope that this is recoverable, and he nods mutely.
Jun gets up and leaves, closing the bathroom door behind himself with a gentle click.
As soon as he's alone again, the bottomless pit of self-loathing threatens to consume him again. Hiyori shoves his emotions away ruthlessly and freshens himself up. He looks awful and there's no saving that right now, but he's at least not dripping bodily fluids for now.
When he comes back out, Jun is on the couch. Hiyori hesitates.
He can't hesitate. Jun and Eden are on the line here.
He forces himself to walk over and sit on the other side of the couch. His face is carefully neutral, and he looks at his own knees.
"Ohiisan, I mean it. It's not you."
"Sure, sure," Hiyori says easily, with a completely fake smile. He can pull his mask back into place. He's certainly got enough practice in using it to cover how he really feels.
Jun huffs, shoulders hunched. "Of course you don't believe me. Ugh. I don't even know how to start," he grumbles. "This is such a fucking mess."
Hiyori hums. "If it's so hard to talk about specifics, try talking about it vaguely? I'm an expert at communication, so I'm sure I can follow along!"
Expert at communication. Expert at uselessly breaking down when something he loves is threatened, more like. He locks the self-revulsion away, like he always does.
Jun nibbles his lower lip, thinking hard. "I… okay. I'll try." His feet move restlessly. "Um… well. Ohiisan. When there are two things you want, and you can't have both, what do you do?"
Hiyori tilts his head. "Get both anyway," he answers honestly. "And plot revenge on whatever made me think I might not be able to have both."
His partner laughs, a clear and happy sound that fills Hiyori's heart with joy. "Goddamn. That's such a you answer I can't even be upset." He runs a hand through his hair. "But… I'm not you."
A long hum. Hiyori considers the basic frame of a question Jun has given him, and he considers what he knows about Jun. He taps a finger to his chin. "These things you want… are they directly opposite, as in it's physically impossible to have both at once?"
Jun hesitates.
"Or are you assuming you can't have both?"
A grimace makes him suspect he's on the right track. Jun does have a tendency to assume the worst, doesn't he? "Okay, maybe I didn't say it right. I have one thing I really, really want. And it's goddamn good. I love having it.
But there's another thing that I also want… but even admitting I want it might lose me the first thing that I already have. And as much as I want the second thing, the idea of losing the first is fucking terrifying, and I've been so torn up trying to decide what to do that now I'm at risk of losing the first thing anyway."
The tiniest glimmer of hope blooms in Hiyori's chest, because he can immediately think of a set of things that fits Jun's description… but he can't jump to conclusions yet. It's his own bias that makes him hope, and he's not going to set himself up for disappointment.
Hiyori tilts his head back and forth. "Well, then your problem actually just got a whole lot simpler!" he declares brightly.
Jun gives a startled noise.
He clasps his hands together and sparkles just for Jun. "So, whether or not you reach for your second one, the first is still at risk. In that case, why not reach for what you want? You're not putting anything else on the line! And even if you fail, are you really worse off than you are now?"
His partner, his wonderful partner just kind of blinks at him. "Uh?" To be charitable, it is the middle of the night.
"Okay, okay, think," Hiyori orders happily. "If you don't reach for your second thing, you might lose your first thing. If you DO reach for your second thing, you might lose your first thing. But only one of those has the chance of getting you both!"
Dawning understanding on Jun's face, but also something that looks a lot like fear. "But…"
"Am I wrong?" Hiyori demands.
"N-No, but…" A pause. Then, Jun huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "It really is that simple for you, isn't it? Goddamn."
Hiyori fervently hopes he's not misreading the situation. He stabs a finger toward Jun. "Go get what you want," he orders. "If anything stands in your way? Rip it down. Trample it. And then, take what you want anyway."
He can see his words spark a fire in Jun, as they should.
And Jun, his precious Jun, lurches forward to mash his lips to Hiyori's.
Hiyori's won every lottery in the world, all at once. Brilliant joy fills his chest, and he kisses Jun back with just as much enthusiasm (but a bit more grace). Jun's hand tangles in his hair as the kiss deepens, and Hiyori grabs the other's poor abused shirt again.
When the kiss breaks, they're both breathing hard, and Jun is staring at Hiyori with a gobsmacked expression of complete disbelief.
"J-Just to make sure," Hiyori breathes, "This… this was your problem? The thing you were afraid to reach for… was me?"
Jun nods shortly.
Sweet emotions overflow in his chest so potently he's crying again before he knows it. "Oh… oh thank goodness… haaa…" He hugs Jun tightly. "I-I was so afraid you were going to leave. And here you were just too horny to handle it gracefully."
"Ohiisan!" Jun complains. His cheeks are darker than normal, and it's so adorable Hiyori has to kiss him again.
Jun kisses him back hungrily, a demanding kiss that feels so good Hiyori never wants it to end. It does, of course, but this time Hiyori stays close. His lips brush Jun's as they both breathe.
"I… uh. Take it you want this…?" Jun asks timidly. "You've never said anything… I didn't think you'd want me."
Oh, now Hiyori draws back, and he gives Jun his fiercest frown as he does. "Don't be stupid! Of course I want you!" I love you, I need you, I need you to need me, his heart whispers, but Hiyori can't go that far yet. Jun wants him, and that's enough. It will have to be enough.
"But… you never-"
" Stupid Jun-kun," Hiyori growls. "I've spent months teaching you noble ways, has none of it sunk in at all?!" He jabs a finger at Jun's chest. "I'm your leader! Your teacher! Your owner! There's no way I could start an arrangement like this! It would be horribly unethical."
"O-One of those wasn't right…" Jun complains reflexively.
"I had to be incredibly patient and understanding and wait for you to initiate," he continues. "All I could safely do was keep telling you how cute you are and how perfectly matched we are, and hold out hope that you'd get the idea at some point."
Jun shrinks down a little. "...oh…"
Hiyori beams at him. "But now, since you started it, I can do whatever I want!" He leans in and kisses Jun sweetly, and as Jun kisses him back Hiyori's hand slips under his shirt. Jun gives a little sound of surprise.
He really still doesn't get it?
The older pulls back far enough to look up at Jun through his lashes, giving what he hopes is a sultry look. He's rather out of practice with this. Jun gulps though, so Hiyori thinks he's gotten the message. This time when Hiyori closes the space between them, he nibbles Jun's lower lip as his hand explores the shape of Jun's back muscles under his shirt. Muscles may not be aesthetic but he has to admit they're fun to touch.
Tentatively, fingertips brush his waist. Hiyori gives a happy little sound.
Rather than touch Hiyori more, though, Jun pulls back and tugs his shirt off. Acceptable, Hiyori supposes.
"Ohiisan," Jun breathes, "you can have all of me. Anything. I'm too fucking tired of trying to deny it - Whatever you want, I'm yours."
It warms him to the depth of his soul, to hear Jun say such things. It doesn't matter if Jun doesn't love him, he'll take what he can. Hiyori dips to kiss Jun's neck, and he pushes Jun down on the couch. Jun gives a little squeak, but there's no resistance. He falls backward and nearly off the couch, and Hiyori bends and nips sensitive skin well above his collarbone.
"N-not so high," Jun breathes. "Ibara…"
If there's one name Hiyori does not want to be on Jun's lips right now, it's Ibara. He knows Jun has a point, but he ignores it and bites harder. Jun makes the sweetest sound under him and positively melts.
"I don't want you thinking about anyone but me," Hiyori purrs into Jun's ear, and he feels a delightful shiver go through his partner.
"Okay," Jun replies weakly. He pulls Hiyori up for another kiss, and they explore each other until they're both breathless. Hiyori is starting to think Jun might be nearly as kiss-hungry as he himself is… a welcome surprise.
When they break apart, Hiyori takes a long moment to appreciate Jun's flushed face. Glazed yellow eyes are even prettier than normal, and the way he looks up at Hiyori… oh, that expression feels so good. Jun's adoration pours into a dried, shriveled hole in Hiyori's heart that he hasn't let himself even think about in so long. Hiyori strokes down Jun's chest as they recover their breath. "Would this be Jun-kun's first time?" he asks softly. He wouldn't be surprised - Jun was fairly young when they met, and with his hyperfocus on idol training it would have been easy for romance to fall to the wayside.
But Jun shakes his head. He raises a hand to cover his mouth and looks away. "I-It's… third…"
And somehow, in that moment, that's the cutest possible answer he could give. His third time. Adorable. Absolutely adorable. Hiyori grins and pulls Jun's hips a little more securely closer so he's half-laying on Hiyori, but his legs aren't dangling awkwardly off the couch. "Hmhm, then I suppose I'm your senpai in this as well… I'll take good care of you, don't you worry." They haven't exactly talked about Hiyori's romantic history either, but Jun's definitely heard enough stories to fill in the blanks and know Hiyori was not exactly chaste in Yumenosaki. Luckily, he doesn't look surprised.
Hiyori leans down to kiss him again, and as he does his fingers trace the band of Jun's pants. Jun gives a soft sound into the kiss, but makes no move to stop Hiyori.
When his fingers trace ever so lightly over tenting fabric, the next sound Jun gives isn't so soft. " Ah…"
Those tentative fingertips are back at his waist, just barely slipping under the edge of his shirt, and belatedly Hiyori realizes what part of Jun's passiveness might be. Like so many other things, they've never really talked about Hiyori's unique physicality. Jun was definitely aware of it since hiding such things from a roommate isn't feasible, and he's seen Hiyori in a binder countless times when they've changed together. They just… never found it worth discussing, Hiyori supposes. It didn't change anything, up until now.
Rather than interrupt this lovely mood with talking, Hiyori takes the other simple solution and just pulls his pajama top off and throws it aside.
Jun's eyes dart downward, then away, then back, then away again, and he gulps.
"Touch me," Hiyori orders softly.
That pulls Jun's gaze back to him. His hands splay up Hiyori's belly and creep upward, far too slowly. "I-Is there anything I shouldn't, uh, do? Or say? I don't know the rules."
A genuine soft smile blooms at how careful Jun is being. He wants so much to be good to Hiyori, and that feels so good to be on the receiving end of. "Touch me anywhere," he whispers. "Everywhere. Don't waste our time by holding back. As for the other, if you're not calling me a girl I don't care. Call my parts whatever makes you happy. Call me whatever makes you happy."
Jun nods, and his hands cup Hiyori's chest. Hiyori leans into the touch. "I saw these once," Jun confesses.
"E-Eh?"
"A little over a month ago… We were at a hotel for work, and you were changing into pajamas." Jun squeezes, and pleasure tingles through Hiyori. "You'd turned away from the big mirror, but you didn't notice a smaller standing mirror… I got one hell of a view, and was too surprised to look away."
Heat burns Hiyori's cheeks. Shame isn't an emotion he allows into his heart often, but the idea of Jun watching him change and him not noticing is enough to spark it.
If he'd known, he could have put on a little show just for Jun.
"The image fucking haunted me," Jun continued, and there's a little bit of extra huskiness to his voice. "I dreamed about you so often after that… I jacked off to the memory of seeing your tits. Goddamn, I came so hard."
Something warm and vulnerable fills Hiyori's chest. Being desired shouldn't be a surprise as they're literally in foreplay, but somehow it still is.
"Well… now you don't need to rely on a brief memory," Hiyori murmurs, recovering from his surprise. "Now you can remember the feel of me. The shape in your hands." His parents blessed him with a body close enough to androgyny that Hiyori hadn't needed any major changes for his lifestyle, and that meant his breasts weren't particularly large, but at Hiyori's words Jun kneads into them and Hiyori gasps.
"How are you so perfect," Jun grumbles, literally less than a half hour after seeing Hiyori sobbing on the bathroom floor. "Fucking noble and your pretty body and all the right words."
Hiyori laughs, high and bright. "I think you might be biased. As you should be! My bedpartner should think I'm adorable, and sweet, and needs to love me with their whole heart!" Oh oops, he said a little too much again.
Now Jun looks uncomfortable and Hiyori curses himself. Rather than risk messing this up further, he leans over Jun to kiss him again. Luckily, he hasn't messed up badly enough to derail them - Jun kisses him back with a fervor, and when Hiyori's hand slips into his pants he bucks upward. Hiyori takes hold of his cock and Jun gasps in the most gratifying way.
"Ohiisan…" He shivers and thrusts up into Hiyori's hand, and Hiyori laughs at him.
"Even when I'm holding you like this…? What bad weather. I don't know how many times I've told you that you can call me by name." He strokes Jun slowly, savoring the little expression changes. Jun has always had such good faces when he lets himself relax. His thumb traces Jun's slit, then circles the whole tip. "Hiiiiyori," he coaches.
Jun shakes his head. "Ohii…" A shiver interrupts him and he gasps again. "Goddamn… if you touch me too much I'll…"
Hiyori tilts his head. "Oh, Ohii is actually very cute. Fine! You're allowed to call me that." He lets go of Jun and leans over him to kiss. As fun as it would be to make Jun lose it from just his hand, Hiyori has plans and since he doesn't know Jun's recovery time yet he won't risk his plans going unfulfilled.
Finally finding some degree of bravery, Jun tangles a hand in Hiyori's hair and bites his bottom lip. Hiyori gives an encouraging little sound, but breaks the kiss and pulls back.
"B-Bed," he breathes, looking over at the bunks. Jun nods and slips off the couch, losing his pants in the few steps over. Hiyori stands and strips himself down bare, and this time instead of getting shy Jun looks at him hungrily. Much better. Hiyori gives him a grin as he slides past Jun onto his bunk, and squeaks as Jun takes the opportunity to grab his ass on the way. "Rude!" Hiyori declares, still grinning as Jun joins him on the small bunk. It's not exactly built to share, but they'll make it work. Hiyori isn't going to let a little thing like a small bed stand in his way.
"You said touch you anywhere," Jun purrs as he cuddles up. He cups Hiyori's ass again and squeezes it. "Your fucking hips and ass have been driving me mad for months. The way you move when you dance…"
Hiyori tries to pout but it's awfully difficult with Jun caressing him. "There's a difference between touching and groping! I'm going to have to teach you to have class in this too, aren't I? Hmph." He hooks a leg over Jun, and his weak pout dissolves as Jun traces fingers down his slit. "Oh…"
Jun finds the right spot and eases a single finger into Hiyori, who tilts his head back in delight. Even just one finger feels so good. It's been months since he was touched like this, and his own hand isn't near the same.
"Fuck," Jun breathes as he wriggles the finger deeper. "You're so wet…" Anything else he might have said is swallowed by Hiyori's lips against his.
Hiyori kisses him desperately, already starting to lose himself a bit in pleasure. The heat of Jun's body in his arms, the pressure of a pair of lips against his… How did he survive without this for so long? He needs Jun like air. Jun presses in a second finger and Hiyori whimpers , dignity shredding under the gentle onslaught. "Jun," he gasps. "Jun, i-if you move your thumb up a li-" The thumb brushes his clit and he shudders. "There, right there." His voice pitches higher.
Jun is used to following his lead, and his thumb rubs sweet circles as his fingers press deeper. Hiyori is making little helpless noises and rocking his hips forward, gripping Jun far too tightly. "Beautiful," Jun murmurs, and as Hiyori focuses on his face he's watching the other with such a gentle expression Hiyori can pretend it's love.
His heart flutters even as Jun's fingers are moving quicker now, thrusting into him and making such lewd noises Hiyori should be ashamed. He's not. If anyone hears them, they can thank him later. "Deeper, Jun, please," he begs, and as Jun complies hot pleasure shivers up his back. "Close." He kisses Jun, and Jun kisses back with that hunger like he's trying to consume Hiyori alive. That's all Hiyori needs to tip over the edge, and he breaks the kiss to cry out as he convulses. The sweet sweet pleasure washing through him is enough to bring tears to the corners of his eyes as Jun's fingers keep moving. Another ripple goes through him and he gasps Jun's name.
Jun pulls his fingers back. "Ohiisan… I need… I need you." He's panting, face flushed.
Hiyori rolls over Jun, pushing the other flat on his back as they kiss eagerly. He rocks his hips, and feeling Jun hard beneath him is way too good.
Jun grabs his hips and bucks upward, but he's not lined up so while it feels great it's not what they both need. Hiyori slips a hand between them and rubs the tip of Jun against his entrance. "Here," he breathes, just barely pressing his cock inside. Jun thrusts upward hard again and Hiyori cries out his joy as he's abruptly filled and tosses his head back, clonking it against the bottom of Jun's bunk hard enough he sees the wrong kind of stars. His joyful cry dissipates into a squeak and small whimper.
"F-Fuck." Jun squirms under him. "Ohii…" He's trying to be conscientious, Hiyori knows, but he's also got his cock buried halfway in Hiyori so he's a wee bit distracted.
Hiyori leans forward to brace himself over Jun as the back of his head throbs. "Ow," he grumbles. But he rocks his hips, sinking down farther on Jun and making a little happy sound. Jun's cock is such a good shape and Hiyori is sensitive as hell after already getting off once. Pleasure shivers up his back, and he gives a soft sound. Jun grabs his ass and thrusts upward and Hiyori hits a high note he doesn't intend to. That makes Jun laugh, and Hiyori soaks the sound in. He leans down and kisses Jun's hairline, pressing his chest to Jun's chin as they rock together.
Jun looks up at him with a mixture of hot desire and appreciation, and it feels so good to be adored in that way Hiyori whimpers. Jun knows him well by this point and still wants him, and that's a potent drug. It's warmth through his veins that he's missed so, so much, and he's throbbing on the edge of pleasure again and gasping Jun's name.
"Please," he begs, and he can feel Jun tense under him. Jun grips his hips tightly and thrusts up again and again and Hiyori is lost. He shudders, his cunt clamping down on Jun as he cums again. Hiyori gives a high whine and as he does Jun's pace stutters and Hiyori's stupidly adorable partner gasps out his stupidly adorable nickname for Hiyori and Hiyori realizes oh Jun's cumming inside him, and that sparks an extra shudder down him that's not quite another orgasm but feels damn good.
Add another item to the list of things they didn't talk about. They're… rather bad at that, aren't they?
Belatedly he realizes this means he has to talk to Ibara about this. Ugh. He's not going to think about that right now. His whole body is warm and fizzing with happiness, and his heart is full.
With a little delicate noise that was definitely not a groan, Hiyori relaxes atop Jun.
Who oofs.
Hiyori's eyes narrow, but Jun wisely says nothing. Instead, he just strokes his hands up and down Hiyori.
"Nnh…" Hiyori nuzzles Jun as the other's cock slips out of him and mess drips down from where they were joined. "We should have… done that a lot sooner," he mumbles.
Jun gives a little grunt. His eyes are closed and his breathing is calming. "I'm not used to you being indirect. Stupid little ray of sunshine." His voice is so fond it reverberates through Hiyori's bones, enough that Hiyori can forgive the insult.
Hiyori pushes himself up onto his hands and grins. "Well let me inform you that we will be making up for lost time. It's a good thing you've been working hard on stamina training." He slips off the bed and stretches, enjoying how Jun watches him move. "Ick, I got sweaty. Nnn… shower."
"It's the middle of the night," Jun protests faintly, but it's clear in his voice he doesn't expect Hiyori to listen.
"And I'm sweaty," Hiyori replies impatiently, waving a hand. He stretches, then heads for the shower. It doesn't escape his notice that Jun keeps watching him the whole time.
For once, he keeps his shower short. A minimal routine, skimping really. His skin will suffer for it tomorrow. But the sweat comes off and the mess between his legs is gone, and that's what matters.
Hiyori towels himself dry and reemerges from the bathroom as naked as he was when he went in. Then he stops.
The room is quiet, and Jun is bundled up in bed.
His bed.
While Hiyori was gone, he retreated to the top bunk.
Hiyori's choices are pain or outrage, and he picks outrage. " What are you doing?!" he demands. Both hands go to his hips and he frowns.
Jun pokes his head up, visibly confused. "Uh. Going to bed? It's two in the fuckin' morning and we have school tomorrow. What was I supposed to do?"
He jabs a finger down at his own bunk. "You were in bed already. Your job isn't done until you cuddle me properly!" His heart is beating fast, too fast. So much has happened tonight, and he's still more vulnerable than he wants to admit even to himself. He needs skin to skin touch to feel solid and whole.
"I… huh?" Jun blinks rapidly, then runs a hand through his hair. "Oh. I… guess?" He tosses his cover back and Hiyori can breathe again. Jun's put on shorts, but he can handle that much separation.
He lets the anger go now that it's served its purpose. Jun slips back into Hiyori's bed.
Hiyori hmphs as he slides into bed and octopus grapples Jun without a shred of shame. There's a little squeak but Jun wisely doesn't try to argue. He'd lose. After a moment of no comments, Hiyori relaxes and gives a happy sigh.
Jun takes much longer to thaw. Hugging him is like hugging a wooden plank, but Hiyori graciously allows him time to adjust.
Slowly, Jun turns inward to Hiyori's embrace. One arm gets slung over him. A heavy sigh. And finally, finally, relaxation seeps into Jun.
No words pass between them. It's peaceful, and it's enough.
As expected, it doesn't take long once Jun's relaxed for his arm to grow heavy and his breathing to slow. Once he's sure Jun is asleep again, Hiyori detangles himself just enough to retrieve his phone and opens his private messages with Ibara, tilting the phone to keep the light from Jun.
Problem solved, I think, he writes.
'Message read' pops up almost immediately. Ibara is still working, as expected.
Good. I look forward to seeing results.
Hiyori grins as he types his next message. On a completely unrelated note and definitely hypothetical, how quickly would you be able to get me access to Plan B if I happened to need it?
A solid wall of swears in several different languages is his reply. Hiyori smothers a giggle.