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“So, why are we out here, Amagi?”
HiMERU leans his back against the brick wall, looking up at the lights from the apartments above. He grips his jacket, feeling the cold autumn night seeping through his clothing and coating his skin. Honestly, he would much rather be inside than outside, but he supposes a breath of fresh air wasn’t the worst… however, he is none the wiser about why Rinne asked him to come outside with him.
“Oh,” Rinne says, turning to him, “I just wanted to have a smoke, s’all.” During his sentence, he fishes into the pocket of his jeans, retrieving a box of cigarettes and a small lighter.
“Amagi,” HiMERU warns, “HiMERU doesn’t approve of your use of cigarettes. It is unbefitting of someone with an idol status such as us.” He continues as he turns his head away from him, “HiMERU certainly doesn’t want to be lumped in alongside you as a nicotine addict.”
“Pssh, whatever,” Rinne groans in annoyance as he flicks the lighter tab, bringing the flame to life. “It’s not like I was tryna involve you anyway. I couldn’t care less about if you smoke or not, but don’t push that kinda shit on me, ‘kay?”
“Of course not. HiMERU has never smoked, so.”
Rinne turns to him again, wearing a… surprised expression?
“Hold on, ya never smoked before? Really?”
“Yes, really. HiMERU has never---”
“Not even once? Not for, like, stress relief, nothin’ like that?”
HiMERU now faces him again, watching as he lights the cigarette without even looking – it’s both impressive and worrying, as it makes him wonder if it’s just Rinne’s hand-eye coordination being insanely good, or if he has done that so many times it’s just become natural for him – raising his eyebrow in response.
“Yes, not even once. Why are you so surprised, Amagi? Are you surprised that not everyone finds the need to drown their worries in an addiction?”
Rinne huffs out a laugh, raising the cigarette to his lips and taking a drag from it, before puffing the smoke into the chilly night air. “Hey, I never said anythin’ like that, Merumeru. Yer fillin’ in the blanks on yer own!”
“HiMERU has no reason to believe he’s wrong, does he?” HiMERU lightly taunts him. “It’s the same with your pachinko, isn’t it, Amagi?”
“This ain’t about pachinko,” Rinne laughs again, “this is about cigarettes. Silly Merumeru, you think about me so much you’re getting things mixed up♪How sweet of you! You’ve got me swooning~”
HiMERU sighs in the most dramatic way possible, crossing his arms and turning his head upwards, gazing at the cloudy night sky from the alleyway they were in. God, it was seriously disgusting out here, and he wanted to go back inside as soon as possible. They fall into a comfortable silence for a few moments, before Rinne speaks again.
“Hey, Merumeru.”
“What is it now, Amagi? Could you please finish up, so that we can go ba—”
“Wanna try it?”
HiMERU’s eyebrow quirks as he whips to face Rinne. Does he really mean…? “You mean, try a cigarette, Amagi?”
“Uh, duh,” Rinne snickers at him, taking another long drag, “what else would I mean? S’not like when I asked you that time if you wanted a kiss, kyahaha--!”
HiMERU quickly closes the distance between him and Rinne, clasping his hand over his mouth. “Shut up, Amagi.” He hushes him, his voice dripping with a sudden venom. “What if someone overhears you? Don’t you care about your reputation as an idol even a little bit? Or how it would turn into a scandal if someone heard?”
“Oh, who cares?” Rinne moves his hand from his mouth, flashing a grin at him. “It’s not that important – what’s important to me right now is if you wanna give this a go or not.” He holds the cigarette out between his index and middle finger, gesturing for HiMERU to take it. “Of course, y’don’t gotta try it. I’m not gonna push your boundaries, Merumeru. Just do what you’re comfortable with♪”
Now, he suddenly doesn’t know what to say. He’s at a loss for words, really – of course, it’s quite simple to reject the offer, “No thanks, Amagi. HiMERU is flattered that you offered, but he is fine without it,” but he finds both his body and voice frozen in place. Would it really be that bad to just try it? If it’s just once, is it really an issue…? One time usage can’t cause any damage, can it? Aah, it’s too much to think about… Now that he thinks about it, Rinne’s hand is so warm on his wrist, a delightful contrast against the sharp air of nighttime—
“... Fine. HiMERU will try it, but just this once. No more than that.”
“Okaaay, but does HiMERU wanna try it, or do you wanna try it?”
“… Just give me the cigarette, Amagi.”
“Kyaha, I knew you’d come ‘round eventually~” HiMERU feels his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head at the words.
“Buuuut, ya gotta use this one.” Rinne deadpans, slightly moving his hand holding the lit cigarette closer to HiMERU. “I’ve run out, and I’m not really lookin’ to go buy another pack while we’re here. Soooooo, ya gotta use this.”
HiMERU nods, reaching to grab the cigarette. “Can’t believe we’re gonna have an indirect kiss, Merumeru! Kyaaaa, so romantic~”
“HiMERU will stomp this cigarette out if you make such a sound again.”
“Hey, hey, don’t do that! You’re so mean to me! You’re a bully, Himerunrun!!”
“Again with that nickname, Amagi?” HiMERU sighs, snatching the cigarette from Rinne’s fingers in a feigned attempt of annoyance. “HiMERU has told you before, if you’re going to use a nickname, to just stick with Merumeru.”
“Aww, so you like it~?” Rinne wiggles his eyebrows at him, causing HiMERU to feel sick in his stomach for reasons that he doesn’t want to really acknowledge now (or ever). “So you love me after all, Merumeru!”
HiMERU grits his teeth, spitting his words as if he had ingested poison, “Amagi…”
“Woah, woah, chill! I’m just messin’ with ya!” Rinne nervously laughs, in a very fake way, backing up with his hands beside his head. He then relaxes his expression, leaning back and smiling softly in a way that continues to make HiMERU’s stomach churn with something every time he sees it. “I’ll let ya try it now, though. Don’t let me distract ya.”
“Hmm… alright then. Here HiMERU goes.” He lifts the cigarettes to his lips, trying to hide his hesitation and avoid the (absolutely, utterly, 100% guaranteed) humiliation that he knows he’ll never be able to live down, since Rinne is staring at him like a baby bird imprinting on its mother at birth. He tries to recall how Rinne had done it (and how effortlessly and smooth, too, and how attracti—never mind, he’s not thinking of it anymore!! No more of that!!), thinking of how to continue. He finally closes the distance between his mouth and the cigarette, and successfully manages to take a drag of it (a long one, at that) and exhale the smoke. Some ashes from the end of the cigarette fall onto the ground as he removes it from his lips. He turns to face Rinne, who looks like he’s been struck by lightning. His expression makes HiMERU’s chest swell with a little bit of pride, both in himself (in a “thank God I did it properly” way) and in the expression his unit leader is wearing.
“So?” HiMERU lightly grins to himself, his expression growing more smug by the second. He pushes his hand towards Rinne this time, holding the cigarette between his fingers. “How was that, Amagi? Did HiMERU fulfill your expectations?”
His confidence lightly falters as Rinne just… continues to stare. It’s a bit puzzling, and it starts to feel a little uncomfortable, since it’s not common at all for Rinne to stop talking like this. HiMERU quirks an eyebrow, worried that he may have done it wrong and that he is going to be humiliated by his unitmate for the rest of his life after all. “…Amagi? Are you—”
He notices movement at the man’s side, and he watches as Rinne’s hand flexes open, then closed, and then open again. Suddenly, the world flips direction, and he absentmindedly recognises the feeling of the cold brick wall against his back, as well as the rough grip on his wrists that are now pinned on both sides of his head. His grip on the cigarette relinquishes in a moment of weakness, and he watches it slip past his peripheral vision and hit the ground. His gaze centres, staring at the man in front of him who looks like he has run for miles, his grip on his wrists lightly shaking as he pants weakly.
“Aaahh, man,” Rinne groans, slotting his knee between HiMERU’s legs. “This is gettin’ ridiculous, fuck.”
“…? Ridiculous? What’s ridiculous about it, Amagi?”
HiMERU finds out what’s ridiculous about it, as he is suddenly all too aware of a growing tightness in his pants. His skin is now on fire, the contrasting cold air of the night long forgotten as his body near bursts into flames. He is also now very aware of the knee that’s between his legs, that is (definitely purposefully) inching closer to the tightness in his pants.
“You know what I mean, Merumeru.”
HiMERU figures, at this point, he may as well indulge in some fun. They seem to be crossing new territory here (not like this tension hasn’t existed before, but they’ve never really done anything about it), so he supposes he may as well experiment and see what directions this could take. He suddenly shifts his weight forward, catching Rinne by surprise, before flipping their positions and pinning the red-haired man to the wall, making sure to not push him too hard and hurt his head (so that he couldn’t possibly get any stupider, he reasons with himself, not because he cares about him).
“Really now, Amagi?” He hums out, his voice going breathier than he expected it to. His eyes flick to Rinne’s face, reading his expression, and his ego is stroked in the most delicious way upon seeing his sudden flushed expression, the confident demeanour he once had wiped from his face. “And so what if HiMERU supposedly… knows what you mean?” He takes it upon himself to put his own knee between Rinne’s legs this time, pressing his weight against the other man and whispering low and quiet into his ear.
“Are you going to do something about it? Or do you intend to lay down and let ‘me’ use you like the toy you are?”
“Aaah, fuck—” Rinne whimpers weakly, throwing his head back against the wall, searching for any way to escape the closeness of HiMERU’s hot breath fanning against his neck, setting his body alight with a fervent desire of ‘more’. He feels especially pathetic at the fact that he was more turned on by the random usage of the personal pronoun than the thought of being used as his personal fucktoy. “Shit, don’t—don’t say stuff like that, Meru…”
HiMERU snakes a hand into his hair, gripping at his roots and tugging. “Did HiMERU say you could speak? If you kept your thoughts to yourself, maybe he’d be more willing to give you what you want.”
A beat passes in silence, and HiMERU can see Rinne weakly gulp, his eyes glued on his frame. He can feel his panting breath on his face, hot and desperate as he lightly grinds his knee on his clothed dick. He winces a little as he grinds especially hard, and HiMERU can both hear and see him bite back a moan as he tugs tight at the roots of his hair.
“Open your mouth, Amagi.”
The fire in his stomach bursts into a bushfire as Rinne’s mouth lolls open practically immediately. His ego sings in delight as he watches him make a show of even sticking his tongue out, wet with his saliva.
HiMERU hums to himself. “Hmm, so obedient… what if HiMERU just…” He pulls Rinne’s head closer by the hair, before spitting onto his tongue. The dancing heat in his stomach nearly swallows him whole as Rinne moans at the spit (which was insanely hotter than it should have been) and swallows it without needing to even be told.
“Shit,” HiMERU curses under his breath. “Aren’t you just a pliant little slut, hm? Do you like being talked to and treated dirty like this, Amagi?”
Rinne flashes a lopsided, near drunken smile at him. “Mmh, yeah,” he hums, “if it’s by you.”
Okay. So, HiMERU doesn’t want to have sex in a gross alleyway outside the building where his unitmates are definitely waiting for their return, and he didn’t intend on fucking Rinne tonight regardless, but now the sudden rush of blood to his dick is making him have second thoughts.
“After we finish up tonight,” HiMERU sighs, feeling as if he’s been caught. He wonders if this was Rinne’s plan all along; to find a way to get him into bed without explicitly asking him, in a way that makes it look like he initiated. If that’s the case, he’s certainly won there, since he ended up initiating it after all… “Wait for HiMERU. You can come home with him tonight.”
HiMERU’s previous hypothesis is nearly eradicated within a second. The shock on Rinne’s face is so intense and guttural that it makes his previous theory laughable – the thought of HiMERU inviting him home is like an electrical shock to him. “Wait, really?”
“Would you like for him to retract his statement? Even after you’ve become erect out here?”
“Wait, no no no!!” Rinne pleads, and HiMERU smiles at himself mentally. Getting Rinne to beg for anything in a serious manner is an achievement that he will value for the rest of his life, and something he will definitely hold over his head in the future.
HiMERU chuckles to himself, mostly. “Well then. HiMERU will be waiting for you after this is over. However, we really should return back inside. It’s cold, and Shiina and Oukawa are waiting for us to return.” He then releases himself from Rinne, registering the pout on the other man’s face with a smug feeling overtaking him. “Don’t be too long, Amagi.”
With that, he gives Rinne his work smile, the one that charms anyone and everyone that sees it, before walking back inside, leaving the other man outside in the cold night. Rinne looks down at the very, very obvious tent in his pants, a mix of shame and excitement welling up in his body.
“… Fuck.”