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Scaramouche was the type to keep to himself. It saved him a lot of trouble that way. He was quiet in class, having a hatred for group projects, and avoided talking to his weird roommate as much as possible.
Kazuha was fine, I guess. He was nice overall and quite tidy. His only grievance with the blond was how he always smelled with naku weed whenever he returned from his friend's dorm.
At present, Scara was on his way to class when he accidentally ran into Kazuha in the living room. He would've ignored him and gone straight past, but he was distracted by a sweet, sharp aroma that filled the room. Kazuha was sat at the coffee table stirring something in a large cup, a bunch of random ingredients scattered on the table.
"What in Teyvat are you doing?"
"I’m making something," Kazuha hummed. "I found a cool recipe in the back of my chemistry textbook. I wanted to see if it worked."
"You'd better not be making crack or some weird Walter White shit," Scara deadpanned.
Kazuha didn't respond. Instead he silently continued to mix whatever concoction he was busy creating. "Wanna try it?"
"Are you trying to poison me?"
Kazuha paused his stirring and took a wiff of his creation. "It smells sweet. It can't be too bad."
"I’m not drinking that until you tell me what it is."
"How about I try it first?" Kazuha asked. He then lifted the cup to his lips and took a few gulps. The blond licked his lips clean and held out the glass. "See, not bad."
Scaramouche was hesitant, but it seemed there was no getting out of this. Better to get it over with so he could go to class and escape whatever conversation this was. He accepted the cup and took a few cautious sips. He could taste hints of amakumo fruit and henna berries. He shuddered at the aftertaste and felt a warm buzz in his core.
"Feel any different?"
"No."
"Hm… Perhaps I need to add more lotus petals to it…"
Scaramouche let out a huff. "Whatever. I'll see you later. Do whatever, but don't get yourself killed." And with that, he headed out the door and let it close behind him.
As he walked down the hall, Scara couldn't help but notice the warm buzz he'd felt was growing more and more apparent. Speaking of warm, he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He wiped them away as he got into the elevator and headed down to the first floor.
Before he could make it out the front door of his building, Scaramouche had to stop to catch his breath. What on earth had gotten into him all of a sudden? He was definitely overheating and even beginning to feel a little dizzy. He took a moment to set down his backpack so that he could rip off his hoodie. Even then, he was absolutely boiling, knees wobbling. Did the a/c break or something? He ignored the weird stares he got from passerby as he attempted to fan himself off.
He was in no state to go to class. Of course, he had to be late the for the most important review session of the semester… Scaramouche balled his hands into fists at his sides.
Kazuha definitely had some explaining to do with this.
By the time Scaramouche had made it back up the elevator, he was a panting mess. It had to have been some sort of allergic reaction, although he didn't recall having any allergies. Whatever. Kazuha would find a way to fix his predicament or else.
His sweaty palms fumbled with his keys as he went to unlock the front door. Scara stumbled inside, gripping onto the doorframe to ground himself.
"Kazuha, what the fuck did you—"
Scaramouche blinked. There on the couch was Kazuha, pants down and caught in the middle of pleasuring himself. He quickly grabbed the nearest throw pillow to cover his crotch.
"Scara! I—"
Scara shook his head. "You're fucking disgusting. Now tell me what the hell you did to me!"
The blond seemed to study Scaramouche for a moment, taking note of his flushed appearance and how shaky he was. Kazuha smiled sheepishly. "Sorry…"
"What do you mean 'sorry'? I need an explanation or I'll—" Scaramouche paused as he felt a sudden wetness pool in his undergarments and another wave of heat radiated through him.
Oh.
"…Stay right there."
Scara marched over to his side of the dorm and slammed his bedroom door shut behind himself. Before he knew it, he had stripped down to his underwear. His clit was practically throbbing with need, and it finally clicked what the sensation he felt was.
He was horny beyond words.
Oh, Kazuha was gonna fucking pay for this.
But for now he had a problem to fix. Scaramouche let out a disgruntled sigh as he reached his hand into his underwear and began to rub circles over his clit. He instantly let out a yelp, moving his fingers to brush the lips of his entrance. Scara's mouth hung open as he allowed his digits to press further inside. He curled his fingers until he found the perfect angle, thrusting in and out with increased fervor. Soon Scaramouche reached orgasm, his hips bucking forward as his cum leaked out over his hand. But it wasn't enough.
Scaramouche paused as he momentarily came down from his high. If he listened, he swore he could hear the sound of moaning coming from the living room. It was definitely Kazuha, and the sound made yet another round of pre-cum drip from Scara's cunt. He suddenly found himself imagining the blond with his head thrown back, eyes hazy as he jerked himself off. He wondered how big it was, how far into his core Kazuha's cock could reach. Scara gulped.
Kazuha's cock was right there waiting for him and he couldn't wait any longer.
Kazuha flinched as the door to Scara's room suddenly burst open. The blond was shirtless with his pants still down around his ankles, stroking his length without an ounce of shame. His eyes widened when he realized Scara was in fact completely naked.
"Kazuha, I need you to fuck me."
The other man's eyes widened even further, if possible, and it was enough to make him pause his strokes in shock. "Wh— You— Oh." Scara definitely saw Kazuha's cock twitch in delight at his words.
Good, then they were on the same page. They'd get this over with and then they could go back to being regular roommates. Just this once Scaramouche would let his roommate fuck him if it meant getting rid of this crazy fever of his.
Kazuha's eyes never left Scara as the latter strode over to him. There was a hunger in his eyes as he reached for Scaramouche's waist and forcibly pulled him into his lap. Scara gasped as the tip of Kazuha's cock brushed against his ass. He couldn't wait any longer, grabbing it and lining it up with his entrance. Kazuha let out a satisfied groan as Scara slid down to the hilt in one motion.
Scaramouche began to roll his hips in circles, forward then back, and so on. Kazuha's grip on his waist tightened and he mindlessly began fucking up into the other man's cunt.
"You're fucking sick," Scara panted, "giving me some sort of aphrodisiac, making me fuck you like this. I'm gonna fu—ah—fucking kill you."
Kazuha paid no mind to the empty threat, only thrusting his hips harder. "Scara, I— I'm gonna cum, shit."
"Already? Ahh, shit… Not in me," Scara demanded. However, he made no effort to climb off of the blond's cock. In fact, the walls of his cunt only gripped tighter to Kazuha as he chased after his own high.
Kazuha let out a cry as his hips stalled and he released his load inside of Scara. The sensation only turned Scaramouche on even more, causing him to wildly raise and lower his hips in desperation. No matter how high he dropped down from, it just wasn't enough. Tears of frustration pricked at the corner of his eyes.
"Kazuha…" he whimpered.
Kazuha seemed to get the message and flipped them over so that he was on top. Scaramouche wrapped his legs tightly around the other's hips and braced himself as he was pounded into.
"Yes, yes, hah…!"
Scara's back arched up off the couch as he finally achieved climax, nails digging into Kazuha's back. Kazuha grunted as he seemed to cum once again.
There was a brief pause where Scaramouche seemed to come to his senses again until the same haze clouded his brain. How on earth did he still have stamina left in him?
"Scara, I— I need more of you," Kazuha breathed. And he was certainly right, seeming as how his cock twitched with life inside of his soaked cunt.
"Fine… Okay, y-yes, I need—"
His words were cut off as he was suddenly picked up like a ragdoll. Scaramouche let himself be manhandled as Kazuha dragged him off the couch and forced him chest-first into the coffee table. He didn't give a single warning as he lined himself up with Scara's entrance and thrusted all the way in. They moaned in unison and Scaramouche began impatiently grinding backwards.
"Come on… come on, fuck, I need it…" Scara whined. He threw his hips back against Kazuha so that they met in the middle, forcing Kazuha as deep inside his cunt as he could. Scaramouche could feel cum oozing down his thighs, but he was too lost in his lust to care.
"Oh my gods… oh my gods, Sc-Scara!"
There was a loud smack of skin against skin as Kazuha buried himself inside Scara, cumming once more. Scara let out a rather high-pitched whine, his walls tensing around the length that penetrated him.
Kazuha's hips stuttered for all of five seconds before he was back at it again, pounding away at Scara's entrance. He was practically insatiable, having drank more of the concoction than Scara did. Scaramouche wanted to see just how far he could push Kazuha, how far the blond would go to please him.
"Yes, Kazuha, need you to fuck me… Fuck m-me 'til I can't walk anymore… Fill me just l-like that…"
Kazuha buried his face in Scara's shoulder, breathing harshly against his collarbone. Something in Scaramouche made him tilt his neck to the side, inviting Kazuha in. Kazuha began to kiss up the length of his neck, alternating between peppering soft, little kisses and sucking harshly at the skin. Kazuha then used one hand to grip Scara's chin, turning his face towards his and diving in for a maddening kiss. Tongues and teeth collided as the two practically devoured each other, completely lost in one another's presence. Their sweaty bodies were pressed so impossibly close that they were practically merging with each other. Scaramouche finally admitted it: he had never felt so good in his entire life.
The pair moaned into each other's mouths as they both reached their climax. Scara's whole body shuddered from the force of his orgasm and he went slack against the coffee table. The room was silent aside from the sounds of their panting. Scaramouche whined as Kazuha slowly pulled out, cum beginning to pool on the floor between them. The blond slumped back against the couch as he caught his breath. Scara was the first one to speak.
"You… are insane…"
"Sorry," Kazuha laughed awkwardly. "Didn't realize how strong it'd be."
A brief silence.
"Did you… enjoy yourself?"
Scaramouche blushed and avoided his gaze. Never had he even dreamed of having sex with his weird stoner roommate. However, he'd be lying to his body if he said he hated it…
"I guess."
Kazuha smiled. "So you forgive me?"
"Don't get ahead of yourself." A wave of exhaustion flooded Scara's senses and he was reminded he'd just gone through round after round of getting fucked. He stood up with a groan, crossing his arms to cover his chest. "I'm gonna shower. I feel disgusting. And you made me miss class."
And with that, Scaramouche made his way to his room to grab a change of clothes. As Kazuha gathered up his clothes from the floor, he eyed the leftover aphrodisiac. Perhaps he'd save the rest for a rainy day. Just in case, of course.