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Parties are not exactly something Touya enjoys. He doesn’t care about the loud music or the alcohol but what bothers him are the people. Drunk people. Crowds of college students plastered off their asses have 0% spacial awareness, 0% consideration, 50% chance of vomiting, and 100% BO.
The only reason he’s even here is because Jin had dragged him out of their dorm spewing some shit about getting some which Touya took mild offence to. He can get some whenever he wants to. He just hasn’t had a lot of time to spare, too focused on his art pieces to even think about getting laid.
Someone stumbles past him in the hallway of the house, nearly falling on their ass if it hadn’t been for Touya being used as a goddamn railing for them to catch themselves on. He shoves them off with a sneer, making his way into the kitchen where he beelines for the table of drinks. He pours himself a shot of… something and then throws back another two, feeling the buzz of his previous drinks through his veins.
Touya makes his way to the basement where he last saw Jin head over. When he gets to the bottom of the stairs, he immediately clocks his friend, talking animatedly with some other people he vaguely recognizes. He walks over and plops down on the couch next to Jin, plucking the solo cup out of his hand and downing it. Jin doesn’t even blink, continuing his conversation.
This is going to be a long night.
-
Keigo barrels into Tomura, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him vigorously. “He’s here! He’s here !”
“Jesus- fucking stop!” Tomura slaps his hands away before adjusting his hold on his handheld. “Who’s here?”
“Todoroki!”
“Good god- when are you just gonna grow some and fucking ask the guy out?” Tomura complains, turning his game back on. The loud music drowns out the sounds of his game, making him click his tongue and pull out some earbuds.
“Because! He hates my guts, man,” Keigo whines, pouting and leaning on his shoulder. Tomura can tell the number of drinks Keigo has had are starting to get to him.
He sighs. “Todoroki practically eye fucks you every time you enter the room. Get over yourself and just ask him.”
Keigo perks up, looking at Tomura with sparkles in his eyes. “You think so?”
Tomura wonders how someone like Keigo—who is always so calm and collected when he’s on stage, performing his violin piece—can react like this over some guy.
“Probably,” Tomura shrugs, looking down at his console.
“Ughh, dude!” Keigo wails. “I want him so bad, it’s concerning at this point.”
“I am very well aware,” Tomura rolls his eyes. “Look, if you want to see him naked so bad, get him to play strip poker or some shit.”
Keigo gasps, straightening up and grabbing the sides of Tomura’s face. He plants a big wet kiss right on Tomura’s mouth who makes a weird sputtering noise that quickly turns into a moan when Keigo shoves his tongue in his mouth. They part with an obnoxious wet sound, Keigo staring intensely into Tomura's eyes.
“Tomura, you are the love of my life and I cherish our friendship incredibly so. You are a God amongst men.”
And then he turns tail and runs straight for the basement.
Tomura stands there, frozen for what feels like half an hour.
Iguchi comes up beside him, huffing out a laugh. “What was that about?”
A couple walks past them and Tomura grabs a cup out of the guy’s hand, chugging the drink before throwing the cup on the ground. He turns to Iguchi, looking him right in the eyes. “Meet me upstairs in five minutes.”
He makes a beeline for the stairs, and despite the music, he can hear Iguchi scramble to follow him.
-
Touya is busy counting the stains on the ceiling when someone bounds down the stairs and announces a game of strip poker. He rolls his eyes, lifting his head slightly to see Takami excitedly gathering people around the seating area. He raises an eyebrow when he meets Takami’s eyes, scoffing with a small smile when the guy beams at him and waves.
A group of people who may or may not be his classmates get seated around him and Jin as Takami gets a deck of cards seemingly out of nowhere.
Touya heaves himself up, already planning on hijacking a washroom for the rest of the night.
“Wha- where you goin’?” Takami asks from across the coffee table, his words slurring together a bit.
“I’m not playing this shit,” Touya gestures to the cards being handed out on the table.
“C’mon man, it’ll be fun!” Takami juts his bottom lip out as his shoulders sag. Maybe it’s the alcohol-talk, but Takami looks good in this light. And maybe Touya’s not opposed to seeing him strip.
And so, Touya sighs like he’s deeply inconvenienced by this and sits back down, draping his arms over the back of the couch. He gives Takami a look that says well? Get on with it. And feels his stomach flip when the blond smiles at him.
He’s not particularly close to Takami. But something about the guy is just so alluring that Touya can’t help but want to get to know him. They worked on a project together for one of their compulsory courses and ever since then, Touya feels like he sees him everywhere he goes. He can’t even be mad at it, even seeking the violinist out and taking detours to the music wing of the school or lingering near the auditorium in hopes of catching Takami in a rehearsal.
Takami finishes handing out the cards, standing in the middle of the circle. He looks around, frowning at the lack of space between the seven others that have been corralled into playing.
“Y’all aren’t even gonna make room for me?” He shrugs and walks over to where Touya is seated. “I’ll just sit right here then!” And then Takami just sits on his lap .
“What the- get off, fucker!” Touya shoves at him, making Takami fall to the floor in front of him.
Takami tilts his head back, looking at Touya upside down with another pout. “So mean.”
“Maybe don’t invite yourself to my lap,” he rolls his eyes as he accepts a bottle of beer from Kamiji, pointedly ignoring the way his face feels hot.
Before Takami can say anything, Usagiyama comes bouncing down the stairs. “Woah, what’s going on here?” She grins.
“Rumi! Come play with us!” Takami calls out to her.
Touya hears Jin choke on his beer and smirks. He elbows his friend, wiggling his eyebrows at him, knowing full well how much Jin likes the woman. Jin adjusts his beanie lower onto his face, shrinking in his seat a bit. No one can make him shut up like Usagiyama can. It’s a miracle, honestly.
Everyone gets situated, making room for Usagiyama to squeeze in beside Takami. The blond immediately leans over to whisper something in her ear. She cackles loudly, nudging him with her elbow. “I got you, feathers.” She glances at Touya with a sly smirk, prompting him to narrow his eyes at her.
The game begins without much ado. Slowly, people start losing articles of clothing, everyone opting to take off their socks or an overshirt at first. Drinks get passed around and people get increasingly more drunk. Touya would be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling the effects of the alcohol at this point.
He hasn’t lost a game yet, but that doesn’t mean he’s not prepared for when he’s dealt a bad hand.
He fiddles with the extra cards he has in the sleeve of his hoodie, biting his lip and looking around as he observes the others. He sips on his bottle, leaning back into the couch. Takami does the same, leaning into Touya so he spreads his knees to let the guy get comfortable, Takami’s shoulders bracketed between Touya’s legs.
On the next round, Touya gets a shitty set of cards. He swiftly swaps one of the cards out with something better, before sighing and folding.
The round keeps going but in the end, Takami loses. He groans, leaning his head on Touya’s knee for a second before standing up. He’s out of reasonable clothing to strip, so instead of taking his shirt off like most guys have done at this point, he slips his jeans down, bending over and giving Touya a full fucking view.
Touya can’t help but stare, his gaze trailing from his ass, down to his thighs. The shirt he’s wearing is a tad too big, nearly covering his black boxers and shit if it doesn’t do things to Touya.
“C’mon guys, go easy on little ol’ me, yeah?” Takami says to the group who collectively chuckle.
Don’t go easy on him, please God let me have this.
Touya fidgets with his tongue ring, trying to distract himself from his thoughts as Takami sits back down
They continue the game, Jin ends up in nothing but his beanie, socks, and boxers. Why he didn’t take off his socks, Touya could not say. But to each their own, he supposes.
Usagiyama loses again, already down to just her underwear and shirt. But just before taking off her shirt, she grins widely and hops to her feet.
“Ohh Keigo!” She walks to an empty area, grabbing a random fold-up chair and putting it in the middle. “How about a little dance?”
Takami laughs loudly, getting to his feet and jogging over to her. He takes a seat on the chair, spreading his legs and gesturing for Usagiyama to go ahead. Someone turns up the music in the basement and the woman begins her little show.
She sways her hips as she walks up to Takami, pulling the hem of her shirt up teasing the skin of her stomach before dropping it. The others in the room wolf-whistle and cat-call them as Takami hooks his arms over the back of the chair, his eyes following Usagiyama as she walks around him, her hand ghosting over his shoulders.
She stands behind him, leaning over him and letting her hands trail down his chest. She cops a feel making Takami laugh and continues on to stand at his side. Her foot comes up, resting on his thigh and she reaches down, feeling the smooth brown skin of her leg up to her thigh and to her panties. Usagiyama hooks a thumb under the band, snapping it against her hip and biting down a laugh.
Takami is not even trying to hide his laughter as she throws a leg over his hips to straddle him.
With her in the way, Touya can’t see Takami’s expression as Usagiyama grabs her shirt again and slips it off. She grinds down on Takami and when she holds onto his neck and leans back, showing the length of her neck, Touya meets Takami’s eyes that bore into him with hunger.
Takami smirks at him and licks his lips. Touya damn near moans, suppressing it with a shudder.
Usagiyama rolls her body forward as she stands, pressing her breasts closer to Takami. Everyone cheers as they finish their performance. Meanwhile, Touya is willing his dick to calm the fuck down.
“My turn!” Jin yells. He hops up to his feet and immediately starts shaking ass right in front of Touya’s face. Touya tries to shove him away, and suddenly, people are cheering again and howling with laughter, throwing poker chips at them. Way to make his boner go down, at least.
He can’t help but chuckle as he finally gets Jin off of him and gets comfortable on the couch.
Takami is still giggling as he walks back over to Touya. It takes everything in him not to actually pull Takami into his lap this time.
The game keeps going and people keep stripping. Touya is still fully clothed, having won a few rounds but he always folds before it’s too late.
“Hey Todoroki,” Usagiyama calls out to him. Touya nods at her before scrolling on his phone, waiting for the others to finish this round. “How come you haven’t lost a single game yet?”
He looks up at her lazily. “I play my cards right.”
She shares a look with Takami and who then turns his body to look up at Touya properly. “You’ve got a pretty good poker face, huh?” Takami says, leaning his head on Touya’s right knee and blinking up at Touya from beneath his lashes. Touya can’t help but stare back into his stupidly pretty eyes, framed with sharp eyeliner.
“Guess so,” Touya shrugs, gaze flicking to the finger tracing shapes on his left thigh. He breathes in, looking back at Takami who’s still watching him.
“Y’know,” Takami starts, shuffling to his knees and facing Touya properly. His voice lowers to a whisper. “You seemed to like the show earlier.” Takami places his hands on Touya’s knees. Instinctively, Touya spreads them a little wider and Takami takes it as an invitation to get even closer. Touya drops his phone in his lap, putting his arms on the back of the couch and raises an eyebrow.
“And if I did?” He asks.
Takami hums, hands sliding up Touya’s thighs languidly. Touya holds his breath but keeps his face impassive. He can feel his cheeks warming up and he’s sure it’s not the alcohol that has most certainly kicked in by now.
Takami must not be faring any better as he leans up. He topples over a little, hands jerking out to Touya’s wrists for support. The blond giggles as he rights himself, moving closer until Touya can feel his breath ghosting across his lips.
“I’d ask if you wanted a better one,” Takami purrs, his gaze lingering on Touya’s lips.
Touya smirks, leaning closer and matching his volume. “Is that an offer?”
Takami hums, backing up with a victorious grin. “Maybe after you stop cheating.”
Touya furrows his brows, realization replacing his confusion when Takami holds up a small stack of cards, fanning them open. Touya sneers, recognizing the cards as the ones he had hiding in his sleeve. Jin makes a sputtering noise from his side.
“Dude! What the fuck? Ha! Nice going, man,” his friend says, slapping him hard on the shoulder. Touya doesn’t react, too busy glaring at Takami.
“Oh my God. You bastard!” Usagiyama points an accusatory finger at him.
Takami smiles sweetly at him. They now have everyone’s attention, other players telling him off for cheating. Touya rolls his eyes, flopping back onto the sofa.
“What's the big deal? It’s just a game,” he says.
“Oh no, no, no,” Usagiyama wags her finger. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?” Touya looks at her incredulously.
Jin grabs onto his arm, shaking him back and forth. “Strip, strip, strip!”
And then the whole room begins chanting for him to strip. He hangs his head back, groaning at the ceiling and when he looks back, he meets Takami’s shit eating grin.
“It’s only fair, Todoroki,” Takami says. The scar on his cheek pulls at his skin as he speaks and his dimples have no reason to be so endearing.
Touya grits his teeth, scowling as he glances around the room. He sighs, getting up to his feet, making Takami shuffle backwards.
“Five articles of clothing! Don’t try to pussy out,” Takeyama says from across the table where she’s practically in her boyfriend’s lap.
“And shoes don’t count,” Usagiyama ruins his plans of staying fully decent, narrowing her eyes at him.
Touya grumbles, kicking off his shoes in Usagiyama’s direction. He pulls off his socks, counting two pieces of clothing out loud for everyone to know. Next to come off is his hoodie. Then his flannel. And finally, he reaches behind his head to grab the back of his undershirt, pulling it off as people howl at him.
He throws the undershirt at Kamiji, just to be a dick, his dog tags clinking with the movement. “Five.”
“You fucking cop out! Who the hell wears three layers of clothing?!” Kamiji exclaims. “Take your pants off!”
Everyone cheers in agreement as Touya points a stern finger at her. “You fucks said five. I took off five.”
He sits back down with a huff, grabbing his bottle of 5% alcohol and 95% sugar, and taking a large swig before setting it back down on the floor. Touya snatches his phone back up, letting the commotion around him settle down. He feels someone looking at him, glancing up to see Takami looking at his naked torso.
Touya shuffles uncomfortably. He’s not insecure, per se. But his body is full of textured scars and he is very well aware that people don’t exactly find them sightly. He forces himself to relax, even though his mind tells him to cover up.
Takami shakes himself out of his daze, licking his lips and meeting Touya’s eyes. He feels goosebumps breakout on his skin at the intensity of Takami’s gaze, nodding at him once.
The blond breathes, grabbing his shirt and fanning himself with it before turning back to the rest of the room, sitting himself down between Touya’s legs again.
Touya stares at the back of Takami’s head, messing with his lip ring when his mind wanders back to their proximity not even five minutes ago. The look in Takami’s eyes was nothing short of hungry. There was a heat behind his gaze that makes Touya crave for more.
The game resumes and this time, Touya folds nearly every round unless he’s certain he’ll win. He’s not too keen on stripping any further, thank you.
Touya looks around the room, chuckling to himself when he notices everyone pointedly avoiding looking at Usagiyama who is in nothing but her panties now.
Jin groans obnoxiously from beside him as he loses to Kamihara, draping himself over Touya’s lap.
“Get off, skidmark,” Touya grumbles, pushing his friend off of him.
“Skidmark?” Takami asks, laughing behind his hand.
“Nasty and hard to get rid of.”
“You’re such an asshole, Tou! You’re my best friend,” Jin says, getting to his feet. He reaches for the waistband of his boxers.
“Dude, just take off the hat already,” Kamiji says before Jin can strip his underwear off.
“The hat stays on,” Jin narrows his eyes at her as she lifts her hands in defence.
“What about the socks?” Takeyama asks.
Jin pauses, frowning at her. “My feet get cold. It’s too hot in here!”
He finally gets rid of the boxers, sitting back down on the couch heavily. Touya doesn’t miss the look of approval Jin gets from Usagiyama when she sees his size. He smirks and bets to himself they’ll be hooking up by the end of the night.
Truthfully, they’re a good match. Loud, obnoxious, shameless.
Touya tunes everything out as the others break into conversation between rounds. He stares at the back of Takami’s head, eyes trailing down to the shorter hairs at his nape and to the neckline of his shirt.
He takes a sip of a beer he snagged, just barely suppressing the urge to run his fingers through Takami’s hair. He spots a beauty mark on the left side of his nape amongst the abundance of freckles that surely go down to his shoulders. Before he can register what he’s doing, the pad of his finger brushes over the mark, feather light. Takami shivers, but doesn’t turn, replying to something Kamiji said.
Touya zones out, entranced by the freckles on tan skin, barely paying enough attention to really play.
Takami either doesn’t feel the touch in his inebriated state or doesn’t care, not telling Touya to quit it or giving any indication that he feels anything.
Touya snaps out of it when Takami sits up straight, pulling his shirt off. He blinks, not even realizing that Takami had lost in the first place.
He bites his lip when he looks down at the expanse of Takami’s broad back, muscles tightening with every movement. The freckles don’t just go down his shoulders, they cover his body entirely, specks of gold dusting over silky skin.
But the real showstopper are the two huge wings inked into his skin that take up his whole back. Touya’s eyes trace the intricate lines of the tattoo before his eyes flick to two matching scars that go down the line of his shoulder blades and wonders what could have happened to leave Takami with marks like that.
Usagiyama whistles, feeling up Takami’s biceps, making Touya scrunch his nose, willing himself not to react. He must not succeed as Jin nudges him with his shoulder, giving him a weird look.
“You've been working out, huh?” Usagiyama teases.
Takami laughs. “You know it, bunny.”
Then he lifts his arms and flexes his biceps and Touya has to muffle yet another groan. Takami’s muscles bulge obscenely, and while Touya is having a crisis and hoping he doesn’t get another fucking boner, everyone else around them is joking about how ripped Takami is.
He looks around the room, squinting at Kamihara when he lingers on Takami's naked form. Jealousy shoots through him in two seconds flat, wanting to keep Takami away from that.
“Hey Tou,” Jin whispers, startling Touya out of his thoughts. He turns, glaring at Jin.
“What?”
“Dude you’re like… drooling. It’s fucking gross,” his friend says with a teasing grin on his face.
“No the fuck I’m not,” Touya wipes at the corner of his lips with a thumb just to make sure.
Jin purses his lips and backs up. His smile widens when he brings up the whole point of Touya coming to this party in the first place. “Get some.”
“Shut up,” Touya snaps. He swipes at Jin half-heartedly, Jin laughing as he narrowly dodges. Touya rolls his eyes, huffing an amused scoff.
Maybe, just maybe, he should get some.
Jin puts an arm around his neck, putting him in a chokehold and giving him a noogie. They shove at each other, laughing and throwing insults at the other. They only settle down when the others in the group ready themselves for the home stretch of the game.
-
Keigo thinks he’s made some decent progress. Well, as much as much progress as stripping for Todoroki can really account for. While he’s definitely seen more of Todoroki than he ever really thought he would, the guy still has his fucking pants on and usually Keigo doesn’t like to agree with the masses but Todoroki really should take them off already.
When Todoroki had taken his shirt off, Keigo couldn’t stop staring at the lithe muscles beneath scarred skin. He had caught a glimpse of tattoos he had no idea existed and to top it all off, Todoroki has nipple piercings which nearly made Keigo moan right then and there.
He thinks that even if he didn’t succeed in fucking Todoroki tonight, at least he was gifted the opportunity to see those. That’s more than enough for Keigo.
He leans back after arguing with Kamiji over whether or not her taking her necklace off counts as stripping (it does not) and gets comfortable in his spot. He feels the warmth of Todoroki’s legs pressed to his arms and bites his lip lest a giddy laugh leave him.
In all honesty, after the lap dance Keigo hasn’t given a single fuck about the game anymore. The look in Todoroki’s eyes Keigo saw was pure lust and fuck does it make Keigo wet. Just thinking about it has him squirming and squeezing his legs shut. He thanks his lucky stars that he had the foresight to wear black boxers that hide his arousal.
The game slows down a bit, more of a leisure game than competition now. Keigo is laughing at something Rumi said when he feels something brush against his skin at the back of his neck.
He had felt earlier, but for some reason, this time it feels more intentional. Todoroki’s finger ghosts over his skin, trailing down and tracing the lines of his wings lightly. Keigo shudders involuntarily, making Todoroki pause. He scrunches his nose in hopes that Todoroki won’t take his hand away.
He doesn’t. In fact, he puts his whole palm at the juncture of Keigo’s neck, his thumb rubbing at his nape. Keigo’s breath hitches but he leans into the touch anyway, wanting more, more, more.
Todoroki reaches over Keigo, putting an empty bottle on the table. His necklace falls straight in front of Keigo’s eyes and when he peeks up, he sees bright blue eyes and a smug smirk. Todoroki raises an eyebrow that Keigo reciprocates.
Keigo tilts his head back further, laying his head on Todoroki’s lap and stares at him down his nose. Todoroki sits back, his hand moving up to card through Keigo’s hair. Keigo’s eyes follow him, never breaking eye contact.
Todoroki’s hand cups his jaw, lifting his chin even higher making Keigo stretch his neck. His thumb rubs over Keigo’s cheekbone while one of his pointer fingers pulls at Keigo's lip, gaze completely focused on them. Keigo shivers again, a small whine—just barely audible—escaping from the back of his throat.
Todoroki leans down, closing the space between them.
“Cold, pretty bird?” Todoroki rasps. Keigo nearly groans at the sound of his voice. Instead he swallows through his dry throat and shakes his head, unable to form words.
Todoroki hums, straightening himself up and relaxing into the couch with an arm draped over the back of it, the other hand still on Keigo. He blinks, looking at Todoroki upside down, despite the lack of attention from the guy. Todoroki’s thumb is still rubbing lightly on his cheek and Keigo cannot take his eyes off of him. Not when he talks to Bubaigawara or when he’s yelling with Kamiji and Rumi.
He has to wonder what exactly Todoroki is doing. Is it the alcohol making him act this way? He’s never touched Keigo—or anyone, as far as Keigo knows—like this. The hand on his jaw feels almost possessive. Almost like he wants Keigo to look at him and no one else. Not that Keigo could look at anyone else even if he wanted to.
There is something about Todoroki Touya that is so captivating. Be it his gloomy, mysterious exterior, his ability to analyze and articulate his thoughts in class, the few art pieces Keigo has seen, the way he carries himself, his sheer confidence in everything he does, the undeniable care he shows for his friends. Keigo knows him enough from classes and old projects they’ve done and hangouts with mutual friends, but he wants to know more. He wants, and wants, and wants.
“Hey feathers,” Rumi’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts. “Stop ogling Todoroki and play.” She teases, nodding at the cards that have been dealt in front of him.
He sighs, lifting his head and reaching for the cards. Todoroki doesn’t take his hand off him, keeping it on his shoulder, knuckles brushing over the length of his neck and to the back of his ear.
Todoroki leans forward again, resting his elbows on his knees and clasps his hands in front of Keigo’s chin, practically caging him in. Keigo peeks up to see Todoroki glaring at Kamihara who is stubbornly not looking their way.
He frowns, looking around the room and catching Rumi’s eyes. She gives him an amused smile and salutes her bottle of alcohol. He tilts his head at her in confusion, making her laugh and look pointedly at Todoroki and then Kamihara, which does not help at all.
Truthfully, Keigo does not pay any kinds of attention to the game. He can feel the heat of Todoroki’s body around him and it’s doing things to him. He can’t think straight with the drinks in his system and the scent of Todoroki’s cologne going right to his muddled brain and he’s stuck in a trance, eyes following the dog tags dangling in front of him as they clink together with every movement Touya makes.
So naturally, he ends up losing the very next round. Keigo sighs loudly, getting to his feet, making Todoroki free him from his arms.
The others cheer when they realize he’s got nothing left but his boxers on, spurring him on. He cackles, strutting to the centre of the room, snapping the waistband of his underwear to his hips.
“And now for the grand finale,” he grins. Everyone cheers, clapping and barking at him. Keigo throws his head back with another laugh, hooking his fingers into the waistband.
“Fucking- Alright, that’s enough!”
Everyone pauses, turning to Todoroki who stands and stomps his way over to Keigo.
Keigo blinks, unsure of what he did to make the guy angry. But suddenly, he’s being thrown over Todoroki’s shoulder and taken down the hall.
The room erupts into chaos, Rumi hooting at them and Bubaigawara calling out don’t be silly, wrap your willy, amongst every other cat call being thrown their way. Keigo’s mind is just barely catching up when Todoroki pushes open a door to a study, slamming it shut behind them.
His body apparently already knew what was happening, if the wetness in his boxers is anything to go by.
He squirms in Todoroki’s grip, earning a squeeze to his thigh. “Todoroki-”
He squeaks as he’s roughly set down on the desk. Todoroki steps in between his legs and tilts Keigo’s chin up with a crooked finger. “You are driving me fucking insane.”
Keigo stares into bright blue eyes that bore into him with so much lust that makes Keigo nearly whine.
“Gonna do something about it?” His voice comes out more breathless than he wanted it to but he really couldn’t care less when Todoroki is looking at him like that.
Todoroki wastes no time, lunging forward and pulling Keigo into a hungry kiss. Keigo brings his arms up, wrapping them around Todoroki’s neck, kissing him back with just as much fervour. He can taste a mix of the sugary alcohol and beer Todoroki had been drinking earlier, moaning as he licks his bottom lip.
Keigo wraps his legs around Todoroki’s hips, bringing him closer. Todoroki groans as his dick presses into Keigo’s body, grinding against him for more friction. Keigo’s hands come down, fingers hooking into the belt loop of his jeans and pulling on them.
“Fuck- why do you still have these on?” Keigo breaks the kiss, rolling his hips and dipping his head into the crook of Todoroki’s neck.
“Maybe ‘cause I’m not a whore stripping for everyone,” the other says, kissing down Keigo’s neck. Keigo bites into his shoulder for the jab, making him hiss.
“You liked it.”
Todoroki doesn’t deny it, pushing Keigo down to lay on the desk. Pencils and other supplies clatter as Todoroki pushes them off the surface, making room for them. Keigo gasps when Todoroki begins leaving a trail of kisses further down his body. He stops at Keigo’s nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking. Keigo’s eyes fall shut as he arches his back, a keen making its way past his lips.
Todoroki’s hands slide up Keigo’s waist, thumbs brushing over his top scars. He takes Keigo’s other nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, twisting it until it peaks. His tongue swirls around the nipple in his mouth before he bites down on it, pulling it with his teeth as he backs away. He switches to the other side, ministrating the same motions until Keigo is breathing hard and trying to grind up for what he really wants.
Keigo’s hand makes its way into Todoroki’s hair, nails scratching at his scalp. He closes his hand into a fist, pulling lightly and making Todoroki come up to kiss him again.
He licks into Keigo’s mouth who moans at the feeling of the tongue piercing. Keigo sucks on his tongue, eliciting a grunt from Todoroki. The man pulls away, sliding down Keigo’s body as his fingers continuously play with Keigo’s nipples.
A loud gasp rips out of Keigo’s throat as Todoroki bites into the meat of his thigh before sucking a bruise into his skin. He leaves marks all over both thighs, stubbornly ignoring Keigo’s throbbing cunt.
“C’mon,” he whines, pulling harder at Todoroki’s hair and glaring down at him.
Todoroki licks the newest bruise, humming as he looks up at Keigo innocently.
“What?” Todoroki’s lips pull into a smirk. “You want something," a nip to his thigh. "Keigo?”
Keigo’s breath hitches at the use of his name. He thumps his head against the desk with a groan towards the ceiling. “Hurry up.”
“Gotta tell me what you want, pretty boy,” Touya’s raspy voice makes Keigo try to squirm closer. “Otherwise, I’m having a grand ol’ time down here.”
“If you don’t get your mouth on me in the next two seconds-”
Before Keigo can even finish his threat, Touya licks a long stripe up his pussy through his boxers. Keigo cries out, back arching further as Touya pinches his nipples harder.
The other man groans. “Fucking hell, you taste good.” His mouth closes around Keigo’s clothed clit, sucking as he brings a hand down to tease his hole through the fabric. Keigo grinds up against Touya’s face, trying to get more, more, more.
“Fuck, Touya,” he moans. Touya’s hands leave his pecs, coming to the hem of his boxers. “Yes,” Keigo breathes out in relief as the last of his clothing gets discarded, thrown somewhere across the room.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Touya curses, thumbing at the piercing on Keigo’s clit. Keigo keens, lifting his hips further into the touch. Touya presses harder, his thumb moving in languid circles far too slow for Keigo’s liking.
“Touya,” he whines, hooking his knees over Touya’s shoulders.
Touya curses again, thumb leaving Keigo’s clit to wrap his arms around Keigo’s thighs, pulling him roughly towards the edge of the desk. Keigo yelps, his legs tightening around Touya’s head, pressing his heels into the bare skin of his back. The desk digs into his lower back painfully but Keigo is way too distracted to care right about now.
“Shit, you’re fucking soaked for me, huh?” Touya asks teasingly, spreading his lips with two fingers. Keigo can only moan in response.
Touya’s thumbs rub circles into Keigo’s hips in a surprisingly sweet manner before all thoughts of romance are blown to bits when Touya finally licks at his cunt, moaning at the taste. Keigo wails when Touya wraps his lips around his clit, rolling the piercing around his tongue.
The cool metal of Touya’s own tongue piercing sends a shiver down Keigo’s back. He gasps when Touya lets go of his hip, a finger coming down to tease at his entrance.
“Touya, please,” Keigo begs, the frustration he's been feeling all night coming out through his whine. The man hums, sending vibrations through Keigo’s cunt as he slips a finger into him. He pumps his finger in and out, making a lewd wet noise that only makes Keigo want more.
Keigo bucks his hips up when Touya curls his finger, the hand on his hip holding him in place. He grabs onto Touya’s hand, squeezing his fingers with all his strength as he cries out in pleasure. Touya closes his fist around Keigo’s and he belatedly realizes how much bigger Touya’s hands are compared to his.
He wonders what it would be like to actually hold Touya’s hand. To go out and walk down the sidewalk or through campus hand-in-hand. Keigo’s never been one for silly crushes or romance but something about Touya makes him giddy like a kid in a candy store.
The guy is funny and easy to talk to and despite his aesthetics and reputation, Touya is very kind. He is incredibly smart and very humble, the type of guy to give credit where credit is due. And Keigo just can’t help but want.
It was a terrifying realization when he first came to the conclusion that he has feelings for Touya. He’s never known what it was like to want or to have someone that way. It is an overwhelming flood of emotions that he has no clue what to do with and he fears the utter lack of control he has when he’s around the man.
Stay focused. No distractions. The voice in his head tells him. He can’t tell whose voice that is.
He’s pulled out of his thoughts when Touya removes his finger, replacing it with his tongue. His moan is downright filthy as he eats Keigo out for all his worth. His tongue curls inside of him as he plays with Keigo’s clit, pulling noises out of Keigo that he didn’t even know he could make.
He feels heat pooling in his gut making him arch his back. His breath catches in his throat with a whine. “Touya- fuck, please.”
Keigo whimpers as Touya backs off. He feels dizzy with pleasure, the ceiling above him is blurry when he looks up. His skin is flushed red and he feels hot all over as he breathes erratically, blinking to try and clear his vision.
Touya leans over, looking down at him with a smirk. He shakes his head as his lips pull into a softer smile. “God, you’re beautiful.”
Keigo feels like the air has been knocked right out of him. The haze in his mind clears as the words register in his brain. He feels himself grow hotter and suddenly he wants to hide from the burning desire in Touya’s eyes.
Compliments are not foreign to Keigo. He gets them every time he performs, his friends hype him up every day, he’s had a few dates here and there and though they never amounted to anything real, they have always been very forward with their attraction to him. But hearing it like that. In a raspy voice that drips with fondness, in an earnest smile and eyes full of passion–
Keigo has never felt so exposed, so wanted before.
Instead of a response, Keigo grabs onto the chain around Touya’s neck and yanks him down, pulling him into a hungry kiss. He moans, bites, licks, sucks, anything to drive away the impending fear of emotions that threaten to take over.
Touya inhales sharply, moving his lips in time with Keigo’s. He makes a noise in the back of his throat when Keigo tugs on his labret with his teeth so he does it again, just to pull more sounds out of the man.
A hand smooths over Keigo’s inner thigh before cupping his cunt. Two fingers slide into him, Touya swallowing his gasp at the intrusion. Touya sets a fast pace right off the bat, pumping his fingers in and out of Keigo. He breaks the kiss, ghosting his lips over Keigo’s cheek and stopping just behind his ear.
Touya sucks a mark into Keigo’s skin, humming when he clenches around Touya with a moan.
“You make the prettiest sounds, you know that?” Touya speaks in a low voice.
“Touya-” Keigo chokes on air, gripping onto Touya’s shoulders for support. His nails dig into Touya’s marred skin, no doubt making crescent marks. The other man doesn’t seem to mind though, continuing his way down Keigo’s neck.
He feels Touya grind down against him, barely getting any sort of relief for himself. Keigo slides a hand down between them, fiddling with Touya’s belt until he’s finally able to unfasten it. He wiggles his hand into the front of Touya’s jeans, palming him through his boxers.
“Shit,” Touya rolls his hips, pressing further into Keigo’s hand.
Keigo latches onto Touya’s shoulder, nipping and biting at him as he feels the telltale feeling at the pit of his stomach.
His stomach flexes when Touya curls his fingers again, hitting right where Keigo wants it most. He keens loudly, his eyes shutting tight as he feels his whole body warm up in an instant.
Touya doesn’t let up this time, repeatedly hitting the spot with every thrust of his fingers.
Keigo clenches, practically sucking Touya’s fingers in as his legs tremble as he comes with a cry and his nails scratching into Touya’s back. Touya groans above him, burrowing his face in the crook of Keigo’s neck, peppering wet kisses into his flushed skin.
He rides Keigo though his orgasm, only gently pulling his fingers out when Keigo whines from overstimulation.
Keigo blinks his eyes open, coming face to face with Touya’s smug smirk. “Gotta let the whole house know, huh?”
“Hm?” Keigo’s brain is foggy, unable to register Touya’s words.
Touya snickers into his hand, unbothered by the slick on them, holding himself up with his other arm propped up beside Keigo’s head. “You’re not exactly quiet, birdie.”
It takes him a few seconds to understand before he’s rolling his eyes. “Oh shut up. ‘S not like anyone heard.”
Touya shakes his head with another laugh, pulling himself up. Only then, is Keigo reminded that he still has Touya’s cock in his hand.
“Hey, wait-” he tugs Touya back by the opening of his pants.
Touya pauses, glancing down and scratching the back of his neck, an endearing blush dusting his cheeks. “You don’t have to-”
“Todoroki Touya, I did not go through a whole game of strip poker just for you to not fuck me.” He stares straight into Touya’s eyes, suddenly feeling more determined than ever.
Touya’s eyes widen. “You started the game-”
“To get you to dick me down, yes,” Keigo confesses, pulling impatiently at Touya’s pants and far past any embarrassment at the situation.
Touya blinks twice before he scrambles to get pants off.
Keigo leans up on his elbows, watching in amusement as Touya nearly trips over his own feet in his haste. As Touya kicks off his boxers, Keigo’s jaw drops at the sight of not one, but four fucking piercings adorning his cock.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Touya says teasingly, reaching down for his discarded pants.
He doesn’t even try to hide his blatant staring. “I would if I had my phone on me.”
Touya tilts his head back with a laugh, his adam's apple bobbing up and down as he searches through his pockets. Keigo swallows, eyeing Touya’s body, lingering on the few tattoos scattered on his skin before settling on his dick.
Yeah, he needs that dick in him, like, yesterday.
Touya drops the jeans on the ground, holding up some condoms. He unfurls them, revealing at least 15 packets. They stare at the condoms for a moment before Keigo breaks out in a fit of laughter.
“Fucking Jin,” Touya grumbles, ripping one off and walking back to Keigo.
“I see you had plans,” he teases, sitting up fully and grabbing Touya by the wrist to pull him closer.
“This was not my doing,” Touya shakes his head, smiling down at him. He steps between Keigo’s thighs, his hands coming to rest on Keigo’s waist.
“And you called me a whore earlier,” Keigo scoffs obnoxiously, unable to suppress his smile. “Whore.”
“Still want a whore to fuck you?” Touya raises an eyebrow challengingly, his lips pulling into a smirk.
Keigo hums, running his hands up Touya’s chest, stopping to play with the piercings on his nipples making him hiss. His hands continue upwards, clasping his fingers around Touya’s neck.
He looks at Touya through his lashes and smiles. “Please?”
“My God,” Touya groans under his breath before surging forward and bringing Keigo into another heated kiss.
Keigo plucks the condom out from Touya’s hand, not stopping the kiss as he rips it open. Touya’s arms circle around his torso, lifting him off the desk for a moment to adjust his position. He lays him back down on the desk, leaning over him. Keigo revels in the feeling of Touya’s body as they press together with no room in between them.
Touya slips three fingers into him, making Keigo break away with a loud moan, his swollen cunt taking him easily.
He feels the tip of Touya’s dick against him and decides not to waste any more time, fumbling with the condom and sliding it onto Touya.
“Touya,” he whines, wrapping his legs around Touya. “C’mon.”
“Fuck, yeah, okay,” Touya grunts as he rights himself up, slowly removing his fingers and grabbing onto Keigo’s hip with one hand and holding his cock in the other. He lines himself up at Keigo’s entrance, looking at him one last time for confirmation like the stupid sweetheart he really is.
Keigo grunts, pushing his heels into the small of Touya’s back hard, effectively getting his cock inside of him. He hears Touya gasp at the feeling, Keigo responding with a high keen himself and unintentionally squeezing around Touya.
“Holy shit, if you do that again I’m not lasting more than two minutes,” Touya falls forward, catching himself with his hands on either side of Keigo’s head. He’s breathing hard as he closes his eyes trying to collect himself. He doesn’t move and while Keigo thinks he’s staving off his orgasm, he also suspects he’s giving him some time to adjust to him. Keigo’s own chest rises and falls with fast breaths as he gets used to Touya’s cock.
He can’t help but stare at the man above him, tracing invisible lines of Touya’s beauty marks scattered over his face. He counts every single piercing he sees, memorizes the shape of his cupid’s bow, maps out the worry lines and wrinkles around his face.
He ignores the growing feeling of affection in his chest, concentrating on the feeling of the dick inside him instead. He shifts his hips and despite the limited movement with Touya’s weight on him, he can feel the metal of the piercings from inside him sighing in pleasure and tilting his head back, closing his eyes to revel in the new sensation.
This is definitely going to ruin sex with anyone else for him, but he finds he doesn’t really care.
Keigo moves his hips again and Touya’s breath catches in his throat.
“Move,” Keigo whispers between them.
Touya responds with a kiss behind his ear, slowly pulling back his hips, shallowly thrusting into him. The last of his ladder piercings catches on Keigo’s entrance, making him gasp when it passes, dragging against his walls.
Touya sets a slow pace, only picking up when Keigo begins moaning in earnest and chanting praises under his breath. His hands find their way to Touya’s back, nails digging into the rough skin.
“Fuck. You feel so good,” Touya moans, lifting himself up to look down between them. He curses to himself, standing up straight and gripping Keigo’s sides.
He pulls out to the tip before slamming back into him to the hilt and Keigo sees stars, crying out as his hands shoot up over him to grab onto the edge of the desk. Touya continuously fucks into him, punching moan after moan out of Keigo.
“Shit- Touya,” Keigo moans, squeezing his thighs around Touya.
Touya groans, tightening his hold on Keigo’s waist, pulling him down in time with his thrusts.
Keigo feels like his brain has been turned to mush, lacking his filter. He babbles Touya, Touya, Touya, and mumbles incoherent praises between loud keens and moans.
A high whine leaves his throat when one of Touya’s hands leaves his side, coming down to thumb at his clit. Keigo squeezes his legs around Touya’s torso so tight he nearly holds Touya in place. Like this, Touya barely has enough space to pull his hips back, his thrusts becoming smaller but hitting that much deeper.
Keigo pants into the air, groaning when Touya rams into him harder and harder, moving Keigo’s body over the desk. He hears the sounds of wood scraping against the floor but he couldn't care less about the scratch marks that are probably being left behind.
“Touya,” he gasps. “Harder, fuck, harder.”
Touya grunts, moving his hand back to Keigo’s waist, his grip borderline bruising as he pounds Keigo into the desk.
He keens, arching his back high off the surface. His eyes roll back on a particularly hard thrust making him clench around Touya’s cock. He reaches out and grabs onto Touya’s wrists, his nails digging into the skin and his knuckles turning white with the force.
Touya’s face is flushed red, coming down to his shoulders and chest as a slight tint on the marred skin. His hair sticks to his forehead, mussed up from Keigo’s hands. Keigo clenches again, just to see what happens. Touya’s mouth drops open just slightly, his eyes fluttering shut and head dipping forward.
Keigo watches in wonder, taking in every twitch of Touya’s eyebrows and the slight dent in his lower lip when he bites it with a small whine. His chest feels full of bursting, watching the man in front of him and all he can think about is how pretty Touya looks in the low light of the study, sweaty and flushed and chasing his pleasure.
I did that.
It’s all Keigo can think and he prints the image in his mind to remember it for weeks, months, years to come.
“Kei, fuck-” Touya groans, his voice more hoarse than Keigo has heard before. It does something to Keigo, making him yank Touya down by his shoulders and kissing him with every bit of passion he has in his body. The sound of Touya’s moan is music to his ears, better than any orchestra Keigo has ever been a part of.
He nips at Touya’s lips, humming when arms circle around his waist and pressing further into Touya. The kiss becomes more intense when Touya pries his lips open, licking into Keigo’s mouth. The piercing of his tongue clacks on Keigo’s teeth when Touya runs his tongue along them so he lightly nips at Touya’s tongue, chuckling when the man huffs and pulls away.
Keigo kisses along Touya’s jaw, giving him a small bite before he lays back, looking up at Touya.
“Touya,” he sighs, tightening his thighs around Touya’s hips.
“Shit, Keigo,” Touya curses. His eyes flick up behind Keigo before quickly looking back down.
Keigo yelps when he’s suddenly lifted off the desk, wrapping his legs tightly around Touya. The other makes sure to keep his dick still inside him with his hands on Keigo’s ass.
Touya rounds the desk before plopping into the rolling chair, making Keigo cry out as gravity does its job, effectively pushing Touya’s cock somehow deeper into his cunt. The chair spins with their momentum, making Keigo chuckle breathlessly.
“Got tired?” He asks, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Shut up,” Touya looks away, an endearing blush rising on his cheekbones. He looks back with a sly smirk growing on his lips that makes Keigo want to fuck him until they physically can’t move anymore. “Besides, I believe you promised me a lap dance.”
Keigo laughs gleefully, slowly grinding his hips and loving the way it makes Touya tighten his grip on Keigo’s ass. “Not exactly what I had in mind.”
Touya raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not believing him.
He hums, resting his forearms on Touya’s shoulders and leaning in close. Their lips brush against each other’s as he speaks. “Maybe I’ll show you next time.”
Keigo swallows the filthy groan Touya lets out, pulling the man into a bruising kiss. He lifts his hips as best he can, dropping onto Touya’s cock, nearly knocking the wind out of himself. Touya spreads his palms on Keigo’s cheeks, the pads of his fingers digging into the meat of his ass and helping him lift himself.
He bounces on Touya’s lap, threading his fingers into black hair and pulling when Touya bites on his lower lip.
Touya pulls back with Keigo’s lip between his teeth, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily between them. Keigo groans, tilting his head back and showing off the column of his throat as he pants to the ceiling. He hears Touya whisper another curse under his breath, looking down to see Touya staring at him in pure awe.
He doesn’t look away even as Keigo meets his gaze, Keigo’s breath hitching at the fondness and desire swimming in his eyes. His chest tightens and this time, he doesn’t think he can push away the feelings he’s been trying so desperately to keep at bay all night.
Keigo’s world is turned upside down when Touya plants his feet on the ground, thrusting upwards with so much force, Keigo doesn’t even have to bounce himself. Touya’s eyes never leave Keigo’s expressions, drinking in every twist of pleasure in his features.
“Touch yourself,” Touya says breathlessly.
Keigo is quick to comply, a hand coming down between them to rub at his swollen clit, playing with his own piercing. Pleasure shoots through him, his legs instinctively trying to close, squeezing around Touya’s hips. He buries his face into the crook of Touya’s neck, whimpering into the marred skin.
“Touya. Feel so good,” his words slur together as his orgasm builds in the pit of his stomach.
“Shit, yeah. Take me so well, huh?” Touya says breathlessly, hands lifting Keigo by the back of his thighs and dropping him on his cock. The piercing at Touya’s tip hits deep in Keigo, punching a high moan out of him.
Keigo gasps when Touya’s nails dig into his thighs. His mind clouds over, white hot pleasure flooding through him as his thighs tremble and he wails as he comes.
Touya groans, his thrusts becoming sloppier, stuttering in his movements as he bounces Keigo in his lap. Keigo shudders, taking it in stride despite how sensitive his cunt is as he rides out his orgasm.
A whine escapes Keigo’s throat and he clenches around Touya making the other curse. He reaches his own orgasm, spilling into the condom and Keigo can’t help but latch onto Touya’s neck, sucking a bruise into the scarred skin.
Touya hisses when Keigo sinks his teeth into him as he comes down from his high, slumping back into the desk chair. His arms circle around Keigo’s back, pulling him down with him and Keigo finally goes limp, his limbs feeling like jelly. He lets go of Touya’s neck, pressing a chaste kiss to the bite mark before nuzzling into him, breath heavy and mind fuzzy.
Touya’s hold on him tightens as he whimpers when Keigo moves his hips teasingly and instinctively squeezing Touya’s dick.
“Fuck, Kei,” Touya breathes, chest rising and falling heavily under him. Keigo pulls back with a small chuckle, smiling down at Touya. His eyes are closed, the apples of his cheeks are rosy, splotchy where the scars reach. Keigo’s gaze flicks over the man under him, noticing the white roots in his hair and the small specks of freckles across his nose that are just barely noticeable unless someone were close enough to see.
A hand comes up to brush sweaty hair out of Touya’s face, a feather light touch tracing from his temple to the shell of his ear. Touya blinks his eyes open, looking at him lazily as a smile makes its way onto his features.
Keigo finds himself lost in cerulean eyes, no longer filled with lust, but rather something much softer that takes all the breath out of him.
Without warning, Touya’s hand smooths up Keigo’s back, pushing him into Touya and swallowing his quiet gasp as he captures him in a kiss.
It’s much slower this time, no longer filled with need and impatience from the alcohol, both of them having sobered up by now. Instead they take their time, lips moulding together perfectly like how the notes of Keigo’s violin create a beautiful song.
Touya’s hand trails up and down Keigo’s back making him shudder, goosebumps rising on his skin. He cups Touya’s cheek, angling him up and pressing further into the kiss, relishing in the pleased hum it pulls from the other man.
It couldn’t have been more than half a minute when Keigo pulls away, unable to hide his smile. Touya isn’t faring any better, the corners of his lips quirking up further when Keigo flattens his hair back, craning Touya’s neck. He looks at Keigo down his nose, biting his bottom lip, an amused huff leaving him.
“Not that I’m not enjoying this,” Touya starts, his voice hoarse. “But if you don’t get off in the next two seconds, I’m gonna pop a boner right inside you.”
“Sounds hot,” Keigo shrugs, snickering into his hand. Touya laughs softly, hands coming down to Keigo’s hips. He lifts off Touya’s lap with his help, both of them hissing as Touya’s cock slips out of him.
Keigo stands, stretching his legs out and looking around for his boxers. His knees wobble the slightest bit, still not regaining all the feeling in his limbs just yet, as he walks over to his piece of clothing.
Touya takes off the condom, tying a knot and throwing it into the bin before he stretches his arms up, cracking his back with a relieved sigh.
“Old man,” Keigo teases, leaning onto the desk to help him slip his boxers back on.
“Yeah well this old man left you unable to dress yourself without nearly toppling over so,” Touya elongates the last word, smirking at him from where he puts his own clothes back on.
Keigo rolls his eyes with a scoff before his gaze lands on Touya’s figure, shamelessly watching him get dressed and thoroughly admiring the red lines on his back from Keigo's nails.
It’s never been quite so easy after a hookup. Keigo usually opts for awkward small talk until the person leaves his room or completely heading out himself right after they’re finished. But something about Touya makes him want to linger, to stay just a little bit longer.
The muffled music from the common area finally registers in Keigo’s mind and he wonders how long they’ve spent here. He glances around the room, finding a clock mounted onto the wall that indicates 1:18AM.
“I’ll be right back,” Touya suddenly mutters, opening the door slightly and making Keigo wince when the music fills the room ten times louder. He steps out, quickly shutting the door behind him.
Keigo frowns at the door, sitting on the edge of the desk. Rationality flies out the window as the thought of rejection takes over his mind, despite there being nothing to reject. Touya’s not going to come back, probably going to get swept away by his friends or leave the party entirely and then avoid Keigo for the next few weeks.
Realistically, Keigo knows this was just another hookup for Touya. Nothing but a one night stand that happened merely because he was drunk and Keigo was within his vicinity, practically throwing himself at him.
It’s okay, Keigo tries to tell himself. They’re at a college party, this is what happens all the time. Hell, Keigo has done it himself so it’s okay. Touya doesn’t owe him anything, much less a reciprocation of the feelings blooming in Keigo’s lungs.
He pushes down the disappointment, willing his feelings to stay locked behind his ribcage where they won’t distract him.
His chest tightens the more he stares at the door, letting a resigned sigh leave him. Keigo stands, humming the melody of a piece he’s been practicing. He’s about to leave the room, make the dreaded walk of shame in nothing but his boxers in front of practically the whole school when music spills into the room again.
“Jin used your shirt to clean his beer after he spilled it, but you can borrow my hoodie,” Touya walks into the room, holding a bundle of clothes. He’s frowning down at the clothing, fumbling with them and trying to separate them.
Keigo stares at him wide eyed, stuck in place, watching Touya triumphantly holding up his hoodie and Keigo’s pants. He walks over, holding them out to Keigo and he has to ask himself whether he’s as sobered up as he thought.
“What?” Touya asks when all Keigo can do is stare.
“You… brought me my clothes,” Keigo replies slowly.
Touya blinks. “I mean your shirt is all wet-”
“You went out just to get me clothes,” he says, feeling his face warm up when he realizes Touya hadn’t even stopped to put his own shirt on, just grabbed their clothes and came straight back to Keigo.
“Yes? You’re practically naked,” Touya says, like it's obvious.
“Everyone already saw me like this,” Keigo presses, still unbelieving.
He knew Touya was sweet but his mind is still reeling in from the rejection-not-rejection that he can’t quite grasp what's happening right now. He’s never received this kind of genuine kindness, much less from a hookup.
Maybe it wasn’t just sex to Touya either. And isn’t that just a terrifying thought.
Touya flushes down to his shoulders, avoiding Keigo’s eyes. It’s endearing how shy he looks, as if he wasn’t just fucking Keigo on the desk right behind them. “I didn’t think you’d want to walk out without your clothes.”
Despite his racing mind and pounding heart, Keigo laughs and reaches out, hooking his finger into Touya’s chain to pull him in for another kiss. Keigo doesn’t think he could ever get tired of kissing Touya and tonight, it seems he can do it as much as he’d like.
He decides he’ll steal as many as he possibly can before his fantasy bubble is popped.
Touya makes a small noise of surprise but doesn’t pull away. He melts into the kiss, pressing back just as softly. The clothes between them make Touya lean forward more than he typically would and the way his neck cranes cannot be comfortable in the slightest. Still, he doesn’t pull away until Keigo does.
“You’re cute,” Keigo whispers against his lips, looking over Touya’s face.
Touya scrunches his nose and shoves the clothes into Keigo’s arms. “Just take the fucking clothes.”
He can’t help the snicker that escapes him, gladly taking the clothes and smiling at Touya. “Thank you.”
“Yeah, whatever,” the other mumbles, dressing himself and pointedly not looking Keigo’s way.
He gets dressed silently, taking glances at Touya as he does and feeling like a silly kid with a crush. His heart swells when he holds up Touya’s hoodie, blushing like a loser who’s never worn someone else’s clothes.
But this is Touya. It’s different with him. Touya is a warmth incarnate. He’s kind and gentle and Keigo can still feel the ghosts of his hands on his hips, his waist, his thighs, everywhere, like they’re branded into his skin. He never wants to forget the feeling.
If Keigo hadn’t sobered up, he’s sure he would have pounced on him again. As it is, he holds himself back, biting his lip with a giddiness in his chest that lifted the tight hold of rejection.
Slipping the hoodie on, Keigo realizes just how fucked he really is.
The hoodie smells like Touya, slightly floral with a hint of nicotine and paint. It’s immediately addicting and Keigo just barely refrains from covering his nose with the sleeve to breathe it in. It’s a bit large on him, though not overly so, falling just below his hips and there are paint stains on it but the fabric is soft against his skin and entirely too comfortable.
“You okay?” Touya’s voice snaps Keigo out of his thoughts.
“Huh? Yeah, I’m good,” he smiles back, not missing the way Touya’s eyes linger on the hoodie, a blush creeping back up Touya’s cheeks.
Touya glances at the door before looking over at Keigo and scratching the back of his neck. “Jin and Usagiyama were being annoying about all this so you might wanna prepare yourself for that.”
Keigo laughs loudly, striding over to Touya. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before. Rumi’s always pestering me about hookups.”
Touya purses his lips and nods, eyes darting away from Keigo. “Right, hookups.”
Keigo hums, stopping right in front of Touya. “I’ll be sure to wash the hoodie and get it back to you,” he lies, knowing full well he’s going to keep this hoodie until Touya pesters him for it back. He leans in, catching Touya’s gaze with a smirk. “And I still owe you that lap dance.” He sounds more hopeful than he meant to be, but he watches Touya’s eyes widen slightly and his face redden and decides he’s okay with hope.
“I’ll see you around, Touya,” he says softly. With one last peck to Touya’s lips, Keigo steps around him, heading out of the room.
As he walks down the hall and try as he might, he can't stop the wide smile that takes over. He bites his bottom lip, feeling around his pants pockets, grateful when he finds his phone and pulls it out.
1:34 Keigo: You’re a genius and I owe you my life.
1:39 Tomura: ??