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Hayami lay back in his bed in his boxers, reading something about baseball on his phone, when Kazuki entered the room. "Hey," said Kazuki, not bothering to turn on the light.
"Hey," replied Hayami.
As Kazuki walked over to his bed on the other side of the room and pulled off his T-shirt, Hayami scowled at him. As far as his hope of winning Hoshino's affection was concerned, Kazuki was a threat. A threat who moved with confidence, throwing his T-shirt on his bed like he was banishing it. A threat who could never trip and lose his balance as he pulled down his pants and stepped out of them. A threat who had an athletic figure, with muscles showing under his skin. How does he have *abs*? thought Hayami. Since when has he done anything athletic?
Once he stripped down to his boxers, Kazuki climbed into his bed with his phone and earbuds. He slipped under his blanket, laying on his stomach while propping himself up with a pillow under his chest. He put into his ears a pair of ear buds and looked at his phone.
Hayami tried to ignore him. He continued staring at his own phone, reading a post about some baseball player's workout tips.
*...Oh, God, dude. That's hot...*
Hayami blinked. Uhhhhh...
*...Yeah, dude. Put it in me...*
He's... watching... *porn?* thought Hayami. He glanced at Kazuki, who had a grin on his face, thoroughly engrossed in the video. It seemed a little out of character. In fact, Hayami had a grudging respect for the classy way that Kazuki carried himself... but, at the end of the day, it appeared that he was only human. Hayama grinned. Guess you're not so high-and-mighty, are you?
*...Oh, yeah! Oh, shit, dude!...*
Still, it's pretty brazen that he's just playing that video so loudly. Not to mention weird. Does he think I wouldn't mind? Something seemed off. Hayami glanced again at Kazuki, who was still blissfully unaware of the world around him. Oh, crap! He doesn't realize that his earbuds aren't connected!
Kazuki took one hand off his phone and tucked it into his blanket. He wasn't obvious... but it was still very clear to Hayami what Kazuki was doing with that hand.
*...Yeah! Fuck me, dude!...*
Not that the people in the porn weren't being far more graphic, judging from the audio. But what's with that dialogue...? A lightbulb lit up in Hayami's head. Oh shit. It's gay porn! For a second, Hayami felt relieved. Maybe Kazuki *wasn't* lying when he said he wasn't interested in dating right now. At least, not girls.
But... hold on. He could still be bi. I mean, how could any guy *not* be into Anzu? If only he had a partner to keep him distracted...
Kazuki turned over, making sure to keep the phone's screen away from Hayami as he moved. He lay on his back, his head propped up with pillows, and he rested the hand holding his phone on his chest. His other hand found its way back under the blanket.
There's that hand, again...
Kazuki looked over at Hayami. (Evidently, Hayami had been staring long for Kazuki to notice.)
Hayami raised his eyebrows.
Kazuki switched which hand was holding the phone, and used his other hand to pull out the earbud closest to Hayami. "Yes? Do you need s—?" Kazuki glanced at his phone, then scrambled to turn down the volume. He blushed and chuckled nervously. "Oh, shoot! I'm so sorry about that."
Hayami grinned, delighted to be in a position of power. Still, he chose to show mercy. "It's perfectly understandable. I mean, we all have our needs."
Kazuki nodded. "I'll, um, make sure my earbuds are connected." He held the buttons on each earbud to activate the connection, then proceeded to watch something.
I bet it's still porn, thought Hayami.
Half a minute passed.
Kazuki brought his hand back under the blanket.
God, the nerve of him, thought Hayami with a grin, occasionally glancing away from his phone toward Kazuki. He's probably minutes away from leaving for the bathroom with his phone. Or maybe he'll just stay here, and play with himself under the covers, groping and squeezing until he can't stand it any more and he makes a mess in his boxers. I bet he'd feel really embarrassed if that happened, especially for someone who prides himself on his appearance. Hayami wondered if Kazuki had attempted such behavior in the couple of weeks or so since they became roommates. I don't think it's happened yet, but he's so horny it's almost inevitable.
Hayami chuckled quietly to himself.
Then he had a crazy idea.
Kazuki was horny, and he was into guys.
Hayami was a guy.
Granted, Hayami didn't swing that way. (Not that he wasn't getting hard from the excitement of it all.) But what if he could guarantee that Kazuki wouldn't think about Anzu? I'd do anything to keep him from pursuing Anzu... Would Hayami give Kazuki a handjob? He grinned sardonically. I bet that'd make him feel so *special*... And putting his hand on another guy's dick seemed like an acceptable price to pay. What about a blowjob? Hayami grinned again. Why would he need a girlfriend if he had me? Truth be told, Hayami did feel a little uncomfortable at the thought of having another guy's dick down his throat. Still, it'd be worth it to distract Kazuki.
What about getting fucked?
Uhhhhhh, let's hope it doesn't come to that.
But Hayami grinned at the possibility that Kazuki's interest in Anzu could simply evaporate if Hayami was willing to be Kazuki's fucktoy. Every time that Kazuki needed to satisfy that primal urge to violate someone, Hayami would be there to take it.
The possibility of peace was so close Hayami could almost taste it.
He just needed to be bold.
Well... why not start now...
Step one was to get Kazuki's attention.
Hayami put his phone to the side and pulled his blanket off. He reached back and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. He stretched out his body, justifiably proud of his figure. He put his hands behind his head, arched his back as he stretched again, and looked over at Kazuki. He was too nervous and awkward to pull off being smooth, but he did notice a quick glance or two from Kazuki.
I need to indicate my interest. Hayami reached down and squeezed the bulge in his boxers. He looked over.
There was another quick glance from Kazuki.
Hayami continued groping himself... but nothing was happening. He probably thinks I'm just horny. Just a guy who'll squeeze his dick through his boxers. What I need to do is go further, and make him feel like I'm everything he ever dreamed of.
Hayami took a breath.
He reached down and tucked his thumbs into the elastic band of his boxers.
He folded his legs in and stripped off his last item of clothing. He took another breath to calm himself as he tossed his boxers to the side and reached down to his erection, which he began squeezing.
He was nervous. He swallowed a knot in his throat. If he wasn't giving Kazuki everything he ever wanted... then he was being extremely inappropriate.
A second passed before he mustered up the courage to glance over.
Kazuki... was taking a nice, long look.
Hayami grinned and let out a sigh of relief as he stared at the ceiling.
But then Kazuki returned his attention to his phone.
Hayami blinked, a little bit baffled. He still felt a rush of freedom, of knowing that, apparently, he could just jerk off right now, and not worry about what Kazuki thought... but still, his goal was to draw Kazuki's interest, and he hadn't done that.
Okay, so what should I do? I guess I need to make the first move. So, what do I do? Should I wave and invite him over? Should I walk over to him? Should I stay naked, or put on clothes?
Hayami took a breath. Let's not overthink things.
He waved at Kazuki.
Kazuki looked up.
Hayami waved him over.
Kazuki took out an earbud. His voice betrayed nervousness. "Do you— Do you need something?"
Hayami sat up and gave him a friendly grin. "Do you wanna come over here?"
Kazuki raised his eyebrows. "You can just say what it is you want."
"Why don't you come over here?"
Kazuki grinned nervously as he put his phone aside. He got out of bed and stood up. He pulled his boxers to one side in a futile effort to make his bulge less apparent. He walked over and stood to the side of Hayami's bed. "So..."
Hayami grinned. "You wanna take off your boxers?"
That was all Kazuki needed to hear. He tucked his thumbs into his boxers, turned to the side, and pulled them off. He dropped them to the floor.
Hayami slid to the side to make room for Kazuki, and Kazuki kneeled onto the bed, then sat next to Hayami.
As Hayami was wondering just what it was that guys did with each other, Kazuki leaned in and pressed his lips against Hayami's.
Hayami was a little shocked by it, even though it was obviously a possibility.
Kazuki leaned forward, pushed Hayami onto his back, and straddled him, pinning their erections between them. Kazuki lowered his body and placed his mouth back on Hayami's, this time slowly, but deliberately, plunging his tongue into Hayami's mouth.
Oh, fuck! Do I kiss him? It was kind of late to be asking that question, but Hayami fumbled a response as Kazuki hungrily thrust his body against Hayami's. Kazuki broke the kiss, reached outward for Hayami's wrists, then brought them over Hayami's head and pinned them in place before kissing Hayami a little more. Just as Hayami was starting to get use to the sensation of Kazuki's tongue against his, Kazuki broke the kiss again, tucked his head next to Hayami's, and dry-humped him with forceful thrusts. Hayami freed his wrists and placed his hands where he thought they maybe ought to be, somewhere on the back of his body, but it seemed like everywhere he moved them, be it Kazuki's shoulders, back, ass, or upper thighs, it was like Kazuki was using all of his muscles with each thrust. Hayami found the experience almost overwhelming. Weird thoughts went through his head. Is this what it's like to be raped? I mean, of course not, I basically asked for it. But he's being so *aggressive*. Should I tell him to stop? ...Is he really being that aggressive, though? Maybe I'm just not used to a guy being so *sexual* with me. But, geez! What do I do?!
Kazuki broke the kiss and lifted his head, a look of concern on his face. "Are you alright?"
Hayami raised his eyebrows, then shook his head. "Of course! I'm fine." He forced a smile. "You can do what you want with me."
Kazuki grinned. Deviously.
Oh, God, what is he planning?
Kazuki moved his lips to Hayami's neck and gave him a few kisses.
Hayami took a few tense breaths.
Kazuki moved down Hayami's body, from his collarbone, to one of his nipples, then to the center, down his breastbone, above the belly button, then to his happy trail...
He's gonna blow me, isn't he?
Hayami lay still and closed his eyes as he waited... waited... waited... waited— He felt something soft and wet engulf his dick.
Hayami swallowed.
Okay, what do I do? Hayami dug his fingers into the mattress. I'm... not going to be able to handle it. I'm just not. If he keeps this up, I'm gonna blow in his mouth. Should I let him know? What do I do if he stops? Will he be upset if I shoot inside him?
He could feel Kazuki's head bobbing up and down. With each stroke, the wet softness of his tongue pushed against the underside of Hayami's dick.
The clock was ticking.
God, why am I so indecisive?
Hayami decided to open his eyes and look down. Sure enough, there was Kazuki's head, bobbing up and down on his dick.
It's coming. Oh, God, it's coming. What do I do with my hands?
Hayami cautiously reached out and pressed his fingers against Kazuki's squishy deltoids, then did the unthinkable: he brought his hands up to Kazuki's head and ran his fingers through his hair.
And then he came.
Hayami's hands flew back to the mattress. He tried to react calmly to the waves of pleasure flooding his body, absurd given that his cum was shooting into Kazuki's mouth, the kind of thing that's hard to ignore. I hope that doesn't put him in a sour mood.
But when Kazuki finally lifted his head, keeping suction over Hayami's dick to keep his cum from leaking from his lips before swallowing it, he grinned at Hayami. "You like that?"
Hayami grinned, nervously. "Yeah, it felt great."
Kazuki crawled forward, kissed Hayami on the lips, then lay on top of him, embracing Hayami in silence.
Hayami stared at the ceiling. It felt like the end, but, of course, Kazuki hadn't come yet. His dick was practically throbbing. What is he planning?
After a minute, Kazuki spoke quietly. "So, I know you just came, but once you're ready, I was wondering if I could try something." He lightly brushed a finger through Hayami's hair on the side of his head.
There was only one way Hayami could respond. He had a goal, after all. "Sure, anything. What is it?"
"Can I fuck you?"
Hayami felt a chill. In the abstract, he knew that a lot of gay guys enjoyed bottoming as well as topping, and there had to be a reason why. In reality, though, he just wasn't sure he wanted a guy inside him. Being entered like that seemed like something to avoid.
Hayami sighed. He really wanted to give Kazuki everything he wanted so he wouldn't have to find it in Anzu, but it seemed he reached his limit. "Well..."
"Please?"
Kazuki spoke so softly that Hayami questioned his judgment. He'd feel *really* good if he did it. Maybe I should just let him. But the thought of Kazuki shoving his dick into him made him squirm. In fact, his own mental flexibility on the issue seemed baffling after a few seconds consideration. It scared him. What am I *doing?* I can't do this! I should just politely decline. Hayami grimaced. "Actually..."
Kazuki brushed the outside of Hayami's arm. "I promise I'll be gentle." He brought his face up to Hayami's and pecked him on the lips before giving him his trademark low-key grin.
It was hard to say no to that face. But Hayami tried. He grimaced. He raised his eyebrows. Kazuki seemed really good at reading people, and Hayami figured Kazuki must know from the expression he was making how uncomfortable he was.
But Kazuki tucked his head back over Hayami's shoulder and kissed his neck. "It'll feel good. I promise. It'll feel so good."
Why am I getting hard again? His expanding erection was certainly sending mixed messages. Regardless, Hayami hoped that him giving Kazuki the silent treatment would make it clear that he wasn't interested.
But Kazuki lifted himself up a little bit, moved his knee in between Hayami's legs, and pushed one leg outward. He leaned to that side and snaked his other leg inside, spreading Hayami's legs helplessly apart. He squatted back. He reached down the middle, between Hayami's legs, and gripped a butt cheek, giving it a playful squeeze before running his fingers lightly along Hayami's crack.
Hayami squirmed a little bit and grinned, but said nothing.
Kazuki traced his hands up the underside of Hayami's thighs until he held each leg underneath the knee, then brought them to his shoulders.
Oh, crap! He's just going for it! Hayami lifted one of his legs off Kazuki's shoulder and over his head, then rolled to the side.
Kazuki slipped behind Hayami and hugged him, sticking an arm under Hayami's body while he was moving before squeezing him close. "Hey, hey. Are you okay?"
Hayami was about to get up... but the hug seemed harmless enough, even with Kazuki's dick poking his thigh. He relaxed in Kazuki's embrace and cleared his throat, still uncertain about how to deal with where this was all going. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just felt we were going a little fast."
"Just let me know if there's a problem. Communication is very important."
Hayami rolled his eyes. Isn't that the pot calling the kettle black...
Kazuki reached down, brushed his hand over Hayami's abs, then grabbed Hayami's dick and gave it an assertive squeeze.
Hayami winced.
Kazuki scooted even closer. His dick slipped down and was now resting against Hayami's lower back. He humped Hayami's body a few times, contracting his abs and pulling in with each thrust.
Hayami arched his back. Finally relaxing a little bit, he brought his upper arm back. His hand touched the side of Kazuki's hip, and he petted it a little. But... What am I doing? he thought. I'm just encouraging him.
And maybe it was Hayami petting Kazuki's hip that led Kazuki to grab the back of the knee of Hayami's upper leg and turned him over a little. With Hayami's knee now on the mattress in front of him, his butt was open to Kazuki's exploration. I feel so exposed...
Kazuki leaned over a little, putting his foot between Hayami's legs. He grabbed his dick and rubbed it against Hayami's crack, up and down, a little bit deeper each time.
Then Hayami felt it brush against his hole.
Oooookay, he's going for it. I guess I have to take it.
Kazuki spoke softly. "Can I go for it?"
Hayami squeezed his eyes closed as Kazuki continued to rub his dick against Hayami's crack.
Kazuki spoke softly. "Please? It would feel so good."
Hayami suppressed a sigh. "Okay."
"Okay?"
"Yeah."
Kazuki kissed Hayami's neck. "Thank you so much. Hold on a sec."
Kazuki got out of bed to grab some lube from his nightstand. Hayami stretched out and wondered for a few seconds if it wasn't too late to back out, but then Kazuki climbed back into bed and positioned himself and Hayami as before.
Kazuki brought his ear to Hayami's. "Um, we don't really need condoms, do we?"
Hayami turned to Kazuki, resisting the urge to scowl. It wasn't that the risk was high—they were likely both virgins, or close to it—but there was something about Kazuki's tone that rubbed Hayami the wrong way. So Mr. Nice Guy is too good for condoms, is that it? You walk around so gracious and innocent, and yet you won't *wrap it up* when you—
Kazuki raised his eyebrows. "I can get some if you want?"
Suddenly, Hayami was alarmed that Kazuki might have sensed his reluctance. He tried to reassure him. "What? No, babe. You don't have to get them. It's okay." ("Babe" may have been overkill.)
Kazuki grinned. "'kay."
Hayami turned his head back as Kazuki grabbed the lube. Kazuki applied it to his dick, and then to the area around Hayami's hole, which made him squirm. Hayami tried his best to calm himself down and tell himself that it probably wouldn't be that painful.
Kazuki positioned himself as before, leaning in from the side.
Hayami felt pressure against his hole.
The pressure was getting more and more insistent.
Hayami squeezed his eyes shut and frowned. He took a few deep breaths as Kazuki leaned in, adjusting how his dick was positioned to give it the best angle of entry, even as Hayami's hole did its best to keep invaders out. It seemed like nothing would budge.
But then, Hayami felt it move.
It's... it's going inside! Hayami took a slow, deep breath, getting used to the discomfort, even if there wasn't much actual pain.
"Shit," said Kazuki with what Hayami knew was a grin. "You feel good?"
"I feel okay," said Hayami.
Kazuki slowly thrust inside, angling himself and clenching his buttocks until he was as far inside as anyone could hope to get... then he pulled back.
When he was almost out, he leaned back in, and pushed his dick in up to the hilt.
As he pulled his dick back, Hayami felt his own dick throb, and noticed a bead of pre-cum form at the tip. Hayami wiped it off the head and onto his shaft, squeezing it as he tried to spread the lube evenly.
Kazuki pulled his dick completely out to apply more lube. Just as Hayami was getting used to the discomfort of having it removed, he felt Kazuki's dick thrust forcefully inside again. Hayami tensed up, but then Kazuki began to thrust back and forth at a moderate pace.
This is... something. Hayami didn't know how to process it all, getting fucked by a guy like this. Clearly Kazuki was enjoying it, and who could blame him. And Hayami couldn't deny that his dick was practically aching, with its head oozing pre-cum so quickly he could barely keep up.
Kazuki pulled out. "Could you get on all fours?"
Hayami nodded and did so.
Kazuki kneeled behind him and re-entered. He hooked his hands around Hayami's hips and pulled with each thrust, going faster and faster.
Hayami clawed the sheets.
Then Kazuki slowed way, way down. He bent over and hugged Kazuki. "I, um... I think I'm going to come."
Hayami nodded. "Okay."
"Is it okay if I come inside you?"
Hayami sighed. As much as he wanted to give Kazuki everything he's ever wanted, he was just not sure he wanted to be used to that extent. He had already put up with a lot, and having a guy fill him with his seed just seemed like a step too far. "Actually—"
But Kazuki squeezed Hayami's body and thrusted deep. "Ugh..."
Somehow, Hayami knew it was just a tad too late to refuse.
"Ugh..." Kazuki thrusted again, his reluctance to do so melting away. He breathed heavily, but tried to keep his voice low. "Ugh. Shit. Ah shit."
Hayami waited patiently for Kazuki to finish.
"Sorry," muttered Kazuki.
A second passed. "It's okay," said Hayami, not wanting to argue about it at this point. He waited for Kazuki to pull out.
But Kazuki's hand found its way to Hayami's dick, almost instantly lubed up by its copious pre-cum. He squeezed it, his hand sliding over the head.
Ooh.
Kazuki moved his hand up and down the shaft, speeding up well beyond what Hayami felt prepared for.
"Ah! Ngh..." Hayami tensed up, from his hands to his feet. He took a few breaths—
"Oh God!"
Once again, pleasure filled Hayami's body, even as he felt embarrassed at his cum spurting out onto his sheets, not to mention onto Kazuki's hand, which Hayami bent over and watched with fascination. As his orgasm died down, and Kazuki squeezed a few last drops of cum out, he pulled out of Hayami. Hayami got up on his knees, hoping that he didn't start leaking before he could take a shower, and sat on the side of his bed.
Hayami glanced at Kazuki, who was licking the cum off his hand before seeing Hayami and bashfully wiping it on the sheet. He grinned bashfully and shrugged. "Sorry about the mess."
Although Hayami was a little annoyed at having to clean things up, that grin on Kazuki's face told him all he needed to know. "Hey. If you wanna do something like this again, just speak up. I'll be around." He smirked at his joke.
Kazuki took once last chance to soak in Hayami's body as he climbed off the bed. "Sounds like fun. But maybe tomorrow. I really need a shower." Kazuki flashed him a grin, then bent down and picked up his boxers.
"Have fun." Mission accomplished.