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In the mythological tale of Pandora’s Box, Pandora opens a locked box out of curiosity and ends up unleashing all the evils in the world. It was inevitable, this sort of thing, as humans will always be curious about things that are unknown to them. It held a valuable lesson, though: performing something out of curiosity could lead to unforeseen circumstances. Even if it was an old tale, its lesson still rang true today.
What’s with this impromptu philosophy lesson, you ask?
It’s simple, really. And really embarrassing.
Ever since he and Hirose had their first time, they haven’t been able to keep their hands off of each other!!
No, seriously, the concept of the two dating was still surreal to the boy. He still feared he’d wake up one day and Hirose would walk up to him and tell him that it was some sort of sick and twisted joke, and that he never loved him. That the whole thing was just him being nice and that all of his friends hated him and that he had gone to school with a copy of Love Bento in his arms and wearing just his underwear.
His nightmares were very creative. Anxiety does that to a guy.
Where was he going with this?
Oh, right, the ramifications of opening Pandora’s Box.
Hickeys. That was one.
Nakamura didn’t realize when the first time Hirose left one. He had simply woken up the next day and thought to himself; “Ah, Icchan left some marks on me again.” It wasn't until just before class started that he found out otherwise.
Hirose had approached him by the lockers, uncharacteristically shy. He had looked him up and down, his face dusted pink. Nakamura stared at his boyfriend, curious and still half asleep.
“Hirose, what’s up?” He had asked as he slipped off his shoes.
“Nakamura… I’m sorry.” The younger boy had said, and Nakamura flinched in response.
“S-sorry?! For what?!” He said, eyes wide. This was it. Hirose was gonna break up with him and steal his lunch money and he’d have no choice but to move away and start a new life.
Hirose bashfully scratched at his cheek.
“For well… y’know.” Hirose halfheartedly motioned at Nakamura.
Nakamura shook his head.
No! He did not know!!
Hirose sobered up at that point, realization dawning on his face. He cupped his hand to his ear and whispered in it. The movement was innocent, and the way Hirose had to stand on his tippy toes was adorable, but what he said was the last thing Nakamura had expected.
“I’m sorry for leaving hickeys on you yesterday.” He whispered.
The older boy froze. Even as Hirose had pulled back, he didn’t move an inch.
“Nakamura-kun? You good?” His boyfriend asked, tilting his head inquisitively.
Nakamura responded by his face slowly blossoming into a bright red. His hand slowly rose to his neck, tracing the red spot over and over again.
Yesterday flashed in his mind's eye.
The two were cuddling on Hirose’s bed. Nakamura read, trying his best to act nonchalant about the entire thing. Hirose was hugging --nay--spooning him! It was a dream come true, really. The act was innocent, at first. Hirose was mindlessly playing with the ends of Nakamura’s hair at the base of his neck. It was both a pleasant feeling and driving him insane.
During a particularly good page, he shrieked as he felt small hands on his side, sliding up his body. He slapped the book closed immediately as he jumped, his head turning to the side to face the culprit.
Hirose said nothing as his hands slid to his chest, gently squeezing through his clothing. He said nothing as he rubbed gently at the area, massaging circles while avoiding one part in particular.
“H-Hirose! Warn me first!” Nakamura protested. He bit at his lip, trying to squirm away from his grasp. Hirose’s grasp was strong though, leaving no chance to escape. He loved Hirose to bits, really he did, but having him constantly feel up his chest was extremely embarrassing.
Even if it did feel…. nice.
“Mhm. Sorry about that.” Hirose replied, clearly not actually apologetic. He continued to avoid his hardening nubs, which was starting to frustrate him. Nakamura chewed at his lips, unsure what to do.
“H-Hey. Hirose. Are you… are you not gonna touch…” Nakamura began, only for his confidence to falter. Hirose played dumb.
“Touch what?” Hirose said, before giving another strong squeeze to his chest. Nakamura closed his eyes tight, frustrated.
“Touch… Are you not gonna touch my….” Nakamura gulped, before his voice lowered to small whisper, “…nipples?”
The older boy gasped as he jumped at Hirose pinching his nipples through his shirt. He continued to brush Nakamura’s nipples with his index and middle fingers, causing Nakamura to twitch at every brush.
“You really should be more true to yourself. You like being touched here, right?” Hirose mumbled against the skin, and Nakamura was immediately aghast.
“Are you really warping our special moment at Yokohama into dirty talk?!” He protested, before Hirose twisted them this time, causing Nakamura to moan unabashedly. He tried to shoot his hand to his mouth, embarrassment flooding his brain, before realizing that the way that Hirose held him in his arms had left him imprisoned in them.
“Ah… Aiki….” Nakamura softly said under his breath. Hirose breathily laughed right by Nakamura’s ear, and the older boy shivered, his breath hitching.
“Hey,” Hirose whispered in his ear. “When I saved you from that cockroach, did it feel good? ‘Cus I put my hands under your clothes?”
What horrible, but efficient dirty talk. Nakamura stiffened. That was all the confirmation Hirose needed.
Hirose laughed, the sound soft and breathy, before planting kisses on the back of Nakamura’s neck. Nakamura grasped the bed sheets, trying to focus on the fabric rather than the feeling of Hirose’s soft supple lips pressing on his sensitive skin, and his small warm hand massaging his chest.
“You’re so silly.” Hirose mumbles against his skin, before bearing his teeth.
“A-ah!” He mewled out as he felt teeth gently bite the skin there. The younger boy smirked on his skin. Hirose’s hands sneaked into his shirt and continued to tease at the skin there. Nakamura isn’t sure what to do. No matter where he tried to go, he’d either arch into Hirose’s eager hands, or his soft lips. It was everything he’d ever wanted and more and also oh so overwhelming.
Hirose liked playing with his chest. For some reason, the concept of the normally very quiet Nakamura becoming a twisting, noisy thing over some little teasing was super appealing to him. Nakamura squeezed and rubbed his thighs together, feeling paradoxically overstimulated and not stimulated enough. Hirose’s teeth grazed his skin again, before soft hot pressure followed. Nakamura whimpered as he felt heat blossom there. Hirose continued to leave more blossoming red marks all over Nakamura’s milky white skin, until the older boy felt like he’d melt underneath his touch.
“Yo, Nakamura? Are you thinking weird stuff again?” Hirose said as he waved his hand in Nakamura’s face.
Nakamura returned to the locker room. He nodded dreamily as he put on his indoor shoes. Two thoughts rang in his mind: Hirose is cute, was one. (A normal thought of his.)
He hoped these love bites, the marks that showed he was Hirose’s, never vanished, was the other.
Nakamura sighed as he began to walk out of the locker room and then unceremoniously stumbled over his feet and fell flat on his face with a sad thud. Hirose ran over to his boyfriend in alarm, immediately at his side and asking if he was ok. Nakamura blinked twice, before getting a better look at this shoes.
He had put on his shoes wrong. The left shoe was on his right, the right on his left. Hirose did his best to hold in his laughter as he helped his silly boyfriend up.
Another horrible ramification: Nakamura could not stop smelling Hirose whenever they touched each other.
So he admits it, he might have a scent fetish. Can you blame him? He loved everything about his boyfriend. He just liked smelling Hirose’s scent, whether it was the special cologne that he swore he used, or whether it was his citrusy smelling soap, or if it was his sweat during a heated moment. He just liked hugging his boyfriend from behind and taking a small little whiff, he had a right! He liked it when they kissed and the only thing besides Hirose’s lips that he could focus on was the rich smell of his shampoo. He liked it when even after Hirose and he parted ways that he could still smell him on his uniform jacket.
However, Nakamura wanted to smell something new, something more… mature smelling. The idea had been marinating in his brain for a while now, and he wasn’t sure whether he could ask Hirose it without sounding like a bumbling fool. Somehow, confessing his feelings was less scary and embarrassing than this.
Well, he might as well go for it.
The two were once again lounging in Nakamura’s room. Hirose was by Icchan’s tank, feeding him. The sight was heartwarming, and Nakamura really wished he didn’t have to interrupt. He gulped, closed his eyes, and then released a deep breath.
“Hirose-kun!” Nakamura said, a bit too loudly. He inwardly cringed and tried not to worry himself to death over whether his neighbors could hear him. Hirose turned over to Nakamura.
“What’s up?” He said, putting the octopus food to the side of the tank. He had Hirose’s full attention now. It was now or never…!
“Can you please letmesuckyouoff?” Nakamura quickly stammered out. His face was a bright red and his eyes tightly closed as he covered his face with his hands. He did it. It was mortifying.
Hirose stared at him with wide eyes. His mouth was slightly ajar, his cheeks immediately flushing pink. The two stood there for a beat, before Hirose burst into laughter.
“Why do you look so serious?!” He said in-between loud laughter. He wiped a tear from his eye, his expression full of mirth. Hirose came closer to Nakamura and smacked his back, amused. He then left his hand on Nakamura’s lower back and smiled sweetly at him.
“Sure.”
Nakamura knelt before Hirose, who sat on his bed. Hirose looked down at him with an expression of both anticipation and anxiety. The two sat there in silence for a moment. Nakamura gulped as he tried to avoid looking at Hirose’s face. His sight was then fixed on what was in front him instead.
In front of him, was Hirose in just a t-shirt and sky blue boxer briefs. His stomach did flips as he chewed at his bottom lip. The brunette began to form a question on his lips, only for Nakamura to immediately throw his face onto Hirose’s bulge. He closed his eyes and took a quick deep sniff.
“How did I know that’s what you wanted to do?” Hirose said, and Nakamura could hear the amused smirk on his lips. He didn’t care if he was that obvious though. This was the smell he was craving, underneath the familiar citrusy soap was a musky heavy smell, that had a hint of something salty and sweaty. It was dizzying, hot, wild— and something uniquely Hirose, something only he would ever smell.
He took another deep sniff, before giving a quick, shy kiss on bulge of the boxer briefs. Hirose jumped at the sensation, at the sight, and his member quickly began to twitch to life, and Nakamura took that as an okay to keep going. He closed his eyes and with the tip of his tongue, licked a strip up slowly the clothed bulge. Hirose’s thigh shook underneath him as he continued to lick at underwear, and sucked gently through it. He did it until Hirose’s underwear was wet with his saliva. Nakamura could get addicted to this smell, it was intoxicating, emboldening— which made him want to go further.
Without words, Nakamura cupped Hirose’s dick and nuzzled it gently with his cheek. He looked up at Hirose, questioning. Hirose had at this point balled his fist against his mouth, his face flushed and eyes lidded. He nodded. Nakamura licked his lips, and slowly lowered his underwear.
Hirose’s boxer briefs hung on his ankle. He was completely bare and he shivered from the sudden chill on exposed skin. He wasn’t sure where to put his arms, so left them by his sides and stared at Nakamura, anticipating his next move. Nakamura chewed at his already abused his lip. Hirose wasn’t surprised when Nakamura took another sneaky whiff. What he was surprised of was the deep, content sigh that followed, the puff of breath on his length making him shiver.
The head of Hirose’s dick was a darker shade than his own, a nice dark pink. The shaft was also a nice shade of tan, just a bit lighter than Hirose’s normally exposed skin. Nakamura kissed softly at the head, once, twice, and Hirose held back a bodily shudder. The older boy gave the length an almost comically determined look, before licking a strip down it.
The taste was indescribable. Salty, sultry, and nothing like he imagined. What excited Nakamura the most though was….
“Haa… Nakamura-kun.. wait…” Hirose gripped at the bed sheets as he whimpered at Nakamura’s hot tongue moving down his member. He looked at him through his long eyelashes, eyes struggling to not close tightly, not wanting to miss a single sight. He decided to grow a bit more daring, sucking and licking at different section of his length— the area right below his head, the shaft, swirling his tongue, all while stroking the base and his balls.
“Y-you’re like a natural, Nakamura,” Hirose whimpered. “Where’d you learn how to do this?”
Nakamura closed his eyes as he slid his tongue off Hirose’s length. “Volume 6 of Love Bento, pages 24 through 27.” He said flatly, and before Hirose could react, he parted his lips and enveloped Hirose’s length into his mouth.
Hirose’s hands shot to Nakamura’s black hair as Nakamura eagerly bobbed his head. He felt drool pooling at the sides of his mouth, but he didn’t care. Nakamura only had one focus on his mind: he wanted Hirose to feel good. He didn’t care if it was just Hirose chasing his climax, if he neglected Nakamura’s own growing length in his pants. Every slurp, suck and lick seemed to drag Hirose’s quiet moans out of him, through his grit teeth. Nakamura wouldn’t even think to attempt to fit the entire thing into his mouth, just lazily stroking the rest of the shaft with his hand.
When he felt Hirose’s hips buck into his mouth, he did his best not to immediately slide off Hirose’s length and choke pathetically. He researched extensively online for such a scenario, and clumsily slid away from the thrust. He also firmly grasped his thumb in his palm. Hirose was immediately apologetic, gasping as Nakamura stared up at him with his eyes.
“W-Wait! That’s not fair! Don’t look at me like that!” Hirose exclaimed, and Nakamura did his best to maintain, eye contact as he slowly slid his lips off his length, licked at the slit of his head, and then completely gobbled up Hirose.
And that’s what did it. Hirose closed his eyes tight as his grip on Nakamura’s hair tightened as he spilled in Nakamura’s mouth as he keened, the sound high and dragging. Nakamura finally removed himself from Hirose and gulped.
The taste of Hirose...! Nakamura thought excitedly, before grimacing.
That’s not… the best tasting thing.
But when he looked at Hirose panting above him, lips parted as he panted and dazed as he brushed Nakamura’s bangs out of his face, he wouldn’t mind doing it all over again.
“Okuto. What the fuck.” Hirose finally said. He nonchalantly wipes at something on the corner of Nakamura’s mouth, before realization hits.
“OKUTO.” He repeated, mortified. “Where did the rest of it go?” Nakamura averts his eyes, his turn to stifle a smile, his turn to give a teasing look.
“Swallowed it.” His voice was raspier than he expected, but he nailed the confident delivery.
It was Hirose’s turn to sputter and turn red, covering his face with his hands. “You’re such a perv…” He said in his hands, looking at his boyfriend with a mixture of both disgust and admiration.
Nakamura laughed at the sight, and Hirose rolled his eyes at him, the motion more playful than exasperated. The two had more than enough time to continue discovering the ramifications of opening Pandora’s Box, together.