Work Text:
Rai knew it was a stupid idea.
But God, he was hard.
Frustratingly, painfully hard.
His notes were spread all over his desk, highlighters uncapped, and a cold coffee mug sitting untouched for hours. He had a final exam in less than 24 hours that could decide whether he would walk across the stage wearing his graduation gown or repeat another goddamn term. And yet, his brain couldn't hold a single fucking theory. Not when he was this pent-up.
Rai shifted in his seat again, crossing and uncrossing his legs. His grey sweatpants weren’t helping. Every graze of the fabric sent another wave of arousal through his core, sharp enough to make him wince. His body was screaming and begging for a release, but he knew if he jerked off again—what was that, the third time today?—he’d only spiral deeper into distraction.
So he did something bold, because he was desperate.
He texted Morvan.
Morvs… free ka ba tonight?
Bakit?
Stay over? Help me study.
Again? Lol. I’m not your personal tutor, Rai.
Not like that. Just come over. I’ll explain. Please?
Morvan arrived just past 9PM, dressed in black joggers, a worn grey hoodie, and a skeptical expression. He closed the door behind him, tossing his phone onto Rai’s bed and plopping himself down without grace.
“You sounded weird on text. You good?”
Rai didn’t answer right away. He avoided Morvan’s gaze, clutching a pillow to his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. His throat was dry. Maybe this was a mistake.
“Spit it out,” Morvan said, stretching his legs.
“I need you to do me a favor,” Rai muttered.
Morvan raised an eyebrow. “Judging the way you’re avoiding my eyes like that, why do I feel like it’s something illegal?”
“No, no. Hindi ilegal, pramis. Just... I don’t know… unconventional.” Napapikit siya nang mariin habang iniisip kung paano niya ipapaliwanag kay Morvan ang gusto niyang mangyari.
There was a long pause after that.
Morvan narrowed his eyes. “Rai—”
“I can’t focus,” Rai admitted, cheeks warm. “I’m too… horny.”
Morvan blinked, not expecting the sudden confession. “Then go jack off like a normal human being?”
“I already did. Three fucking times. And it’s not helping. I can’t stop squirming. I—I need to study, or I’m screwed, but I also need…” He let out a harsh breath. “Relief. But not the kind that finishes me off, you know?”
“What do you mean?”
Rai glanced up. “I need to cockwarm.”
A longer pause.
“Explain,” Morvan said flatly.
“I mean… you sit there, then I sit on your lap. You stay inside me. That’s it. No thrusting. No fucking. I just… need to feel full. Maybe that’ll calm my body enough so my brain can actually work.”
Morvan stared, schooling his expression.
“So let me get this straight… You want to sit… on my dick,” he said slowly, “while you fucking study?”
“Yes.”
“Rai.”
“I know, it’s weird asking you about this. But I swear, I won’t even move! You don’t even have to look at me. Just… putangina, paano ba… Hahaha. Just be hard enough to stay inside me, while I study. ‘Yun lang, Morvan. Please.”
Morvan rubbed his temples like he was dealing with a migraine.
“Rai, you know I don’t do guys—”
“I know, fuck. I know. But you’re the only one I could trust,” Rai said quietly. “And I need you. Hindi naman sex ang habol ko, because I actually do need to study, so looking for a hook-up was not an option.”
Against better judgment—or maybe just sheer curiosity—Morvan agreed.
Hindi rin niya maintindihan.
Maybe because he knows, deep down, he’s ready to bend the rules, willing to compromise, basta para kay Rai.
They’ve been best friends for many years now. Simula pa noong high school, magkaibigan na sila. Alam na nila ang lahat ng baho ng isa’t isa. He knows Rai is bisexual, and he never had a problem with that. From the start, he supported him and his preferences. As for him, he’s been straight all this time. Wala siyang ibang nakarelasyon kundi ang ex niya, and that ended two years ago. Since then, he’s been single and not really interested in anyone.
Pero si Rai? Ibang usapan si Rai. He sits at the very top of Morvan’s priorities. Laging siya. Lagi’t lagi. Baka kaya siya hiniwalayan ng ex niya two years ago. Dahil si Rai ang laging bukambibig niya, laging si Rai ang inuuna, ang mas importante, ang mas mahalaga. Na kayang bitawan ni Morvan ang lahat para lang puntahan ang umiiyak na Rai dahil lang natapon ang bagong biling kape nito, o kaya nama’y mas handang sunduin ni Morvan si Rai sa kabaila ng matinding ulan, kaysa sa ex niyang nag-aabang sa kanya, leaving his then-girlfriend waiting alone, soaking in disappointment. Because when it comes to Rai, Morvan never thinks twice.
At isa pa, kailan ba siya natutong tumanggi kapag si Rai na ang humihingi ng pabor?
Basta si Rai, lagi siyang bibigay.
Lagi siyang babaluktot.
So ten minutes later, Rai was naked from the waist down, flushed, and lubed up. He stood in front of Morvan who was sitting back against Rai’s desk chair. His thighs tremble slightly with each breath. Morvan had removed just enough: his joggers pulled down halfway his thighs, briefs tucked under his balls, his cock already half-hard from Rai grinding down once earlier “by accident.”
“You better get your ass studying,” Morvan muttered with a heavy breath, letting his head fall back against the chair, his voice edged with tension. “’Yan ang ipinunta ko rito, Rai. Ang tulungan kang mag-aral. Kaya siguraduhin mo lang na makakaaral ka nga talaga.”
Rai swallowed hard, knees bending slowly as he reached back to guide Morvan’s cock toward his hole, the slick warmth of the lube smearing over them both. His thighs trembled again, more from nerves than exertion. “I know,” he whispered. “Sorry, but I really need this.”
Then Rai began to lower himself onto him.
He moved inch by inch, his body resisting the stretch at first, rim fluttering as it gave way to Morvan’s thick tip. Rai gasped, nails digging lightly into Morvan’s forearms as the head slipped inside.
“Fuck…” he whimpered, chest heaving.
Beneath him, Morvan tensed.
“Jesus, Rai,” he hissed, already breathing harshly. “You’re… tight as hell.”
Rai didn’t answer. His eyes squeezed shut as he sank lower, agonizingly slow, taking him inch by inch, feeling the burn of being stretched open so deeply. The very ridge and thick veins of Morvan’s cock felt amplified.
“This is so fucked,” Morvan muttered, breathing harshly against Rai’s ear as he sank down further.
Rai whimpered, grabbing tightly onto Morvan’s arms for balance. “Fuck, you’re… thick.”
“Tangina mo, I’m pulling out,” Morvan threatened.
“N-no, I’m fine,” Rai panted. “Just… give me a second.”
Once fully seated, Rai leaned forward on his desk, trying to calm his nerves, Morvan’s cock warm and snug inside him. God, he felt so full. He could feel Morvan in him so, so deep. They both breathed through it: one trying not to come, the other trying not to move.
Nanginig ang kalamnan ni Rai.
This. This is what he needed.
He still couldn’t believe na napapayag niya ang bestfriend niya na gawin ’to. What surprised him even more was that Morvan agreed, just like that. Akala niya mag-iiba ang tingin sa kanya ni Morvan, or worse, judge or ridicule him dahil sa kahibangan niyang ‘to. Pero hindi.
Morvan is… Morvan. He always gives in to whatever Rai wants—whatever he needs.
Rai clenched instinctively and Morvan cursed under his breath.
“You said no moving,” he gritted out.
“I’m not,” Rai whimpered. “My body’s just… reacting.”
“Fucking hell, Rai.” Morvan breathed against his ear as he snaked his arms around Rai’s waist.
After a minute or two, Rai slowly reached for his notes and highlighters on the desk. His hands trembled.
“I’m okay,” he whispered. “I can study like this.”
Morvan didn’t respond. His jaw was tight. His hands were planted firmly on Rai’s sides, like he was trying to control himself from thrusting up. The restraint made something inside Rai throb harder.
Every time Rai shifted to highlight or reach a page, he felt Morvan’s cock inside him. The dull, delicious stretch. The heat. The pulse…
Fuck. You need to focus, Rai, he scolded himself.
He bit his lip, cheeks burning, and tried to recite his notes aloud.
“Section 32… uh… trade agreements—fuck…”
“You’re shaking,” Morvan muttered under his breath.
“Can’t help it,” Rai hissed, clenching again. “I’m trying.”
“Apparently, you’re not trying enough. You’re squirming.”
“I said I’d behave—ah—fuck!” Rai gasped as Morvan’s hips bucked up slightly.
It was instincive. A knee-jerk reaction to Rai’s delicious clenching.
But it opened a floodgate neither of them could close.
Morvan groaned, digging his fingers into Rai’s waist. “Stop clenching, then.”
“Y-You stop moving—”
“Jesus Christ—I was still, Rai!” Morvan snapped. “But you keep squirming like this ass is starving.”
Rai’s breath hitched.
“Say that again,” he whispered.
Morvan’s eyes darkened.
“Like your fucking ass is desperate, Rai…” he growled lowly. “Like this hole was made to be fucked by me.”
Rai whimpered, clenching hard, and that was the last straw.
Morvan gripped his hips and thrust up—hard.
The chair creaked. Rai cried out, hands gripping Morvan’s arms wrapped around his waist as he bounced once on impact. The notes fell to the floor, forgotten.
“F-Fuck… Fuck, Morvan—Aaaah!”
“You did this,” Morvan growled against his neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and love bites as he thrusted again. “You think I can just sit here, cock buried in you, while you make those fucking noises, ha? While you fucking squirm like a bitch in heat? God, you’re dripping down my balls, Rai. You expect me to ignore all that?”
“I-I needed to study—! Nngggh… Ahhh… Morvan…”
“Too late for that.”
Rai could only moan in reply as Morvan bucked up again, faster this time, slamming into his sweet spot. Rai clung to him, helpless, reduced to a writhing, squirming mess.
“You wanted to cockwarm,” Morvan gritted, fucking up into him mercilessly, “but you’re milking my cock like a fucking slut. Fuck, Rai…”
“Aaahhh… I-I’m sorry… Aaahhh, shit, Morvan—!”
“Hah… Tangina, Rai. So fucking tight… Shut up and take it.”
And Rai did.
He let himself be fucked raw on his desk chair, notes scattered beneath their feet, the harsh slap of skin echoing in the tiny dorm room. Morvan had lost all hesitation. His cock drilled into Rai with punishing force, one hand tangled in Rai’s hair as he yanked it back, forcing Rai to expose the long expanse of his neck, lips parted as he released sweet, sinful moans for Morvan. Morvan licked a stripe from his throat up to his jaw.
Then he gripped Rai’s jaw and turned his face toward him, capturing his lips in a possessive, fiery kiss.
It was messy. Urgent. Full of pent-up tension neither of them wanted to name.
Morvan’s hand finally found Rai’s neglected, leaking cock. He wrapped his fingers around it in a firm fist, his thumb gliding over the swollen, sensitive head. The endless stream of precum smeared beneath his touch, warm and slick, and the sensation pulled a long, guttural moan from Rai’s throat.
A sound raw with need and desperation.
“Fuck… Morvan…” Rai’s voice broke into a whimper. “Close… M’close… Please—”
“Shh…” Morvan hushed against his skin, voice low and rough with restraint. “I got you, baby. I’ve got you. Just let go for me, c’mon. Cum for me.”
He mouthed along Rai’s jawline, lips brushing over sweat-damp skin, leaving open-mouthed kisses between every syllable. His pace stuttered, then surged—desperate to push Rai over the edge, to ruin him completely.
Rai came first, crying out Morvan’s name as his hole tightened impossibly around him. That was all it took.
Morvan cursed under his breath, voice raw and guttural as he drove himself in to the hilt, burying every inch of his length inside Rai. And then he came, hard. Deep. So deep Rai could feel the thick heat flood him in pulsing waves, filling him until he was trembling from the sensation. It felt endless. Overwhelming. Like Morvan was pouring every ounce of restraint he had left into him.
But he didn’t pull out. He just held Rai tighter, arms locked around his waist as if afraid to let go. He pressed his face into Rai’s neck, panting heavily, their slick bodies glued together, still shaking in the aftershock of release.
“That’s my good boy,” Morvan whispered into his hair, his voice now tender, spent, but full of pride. He placed a soft kiss on Rai’s temple, as if to say ‘I’m still here. I’ve got you.’
Minutes passed. Neither of them spoke.
The dorm room smelled like sweat and sex and cheap fabric softener.
Rai sat slumped on Morvan’s lap, his head resting on his best friend’s shoulder, their skin sticking slightly where they touched. Morvan’s cock was still inside him, softened now, but neither had the energy nor the will to move.
Rai could hear Morvan’s breathing gradually slowing down against his ear, his chest rising and falling beneath the hoodie he hadn’t even taken off. There was a quiet hum in the air, but Rai quickly sobered up.
“You okay?” Rai murmured, eyes fluttering open.
Morvan huffed, voice a little hoarse. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?”
Rai smiled, tired and satisfied. “I feel amazing. Like my brain’s finally not hijacked by hormones.”
“Glad I could be your personal buttplug,” Morvan deadpanned.
Rai laughed, and the movement made him wince. “God. I’m going to be sore.”
“And whose fault was that?” Morvan’s voice was lower, rough. “I didn’t mean to go that hard. But you keep moving and clenching around me. Jesus.”
Rai tilted his head slightly, just enough to look up and see Morvan’s face.
“You kinda snapped,” he teased, eyes soft. “It was hot.”
Morvan just rolled his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips. They stayed like that for a few quiet minutes, wrapped in each other’s warmth. Rai absentmindedly raked his fingers along Morvan’s arms, tracing the lines of muscle still encircling his waist, grounding himself in the comfort of that hold. Meanwhile, Morvan buried his face in Rai’s hair, breathing in the soft, familiar scent of jasmine—his favorite scent. It was such a simple thing, yet it never failed to calm him, to make him feel like he was exactly where he needed to be.
They stayed like that until—
“I think I can study now,” Rai whispered.
Morvan groaned, tipping his head back against the chair. “You’re fucking insane.”
“Sorry na, ako kinaibigan mo eh. Magtiis ka.”
Rai gave a lazy smirk, eyes fluttering shut.
“But you’re still staying the night, right?”
Morvan huffed.
“…Yeah, you dimwit.”