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Normal high school students hang out with their friends. They meet up at their after school clubs, or go muck around at a conbini, or whatever a regular Japanese high schooler does. Nakamura wasn’t really sure, to be honest. At one point, Nakamura wasn’t a normal high schooler. He was just a shy, awkward, gay loser with no friends. Well, he was still shy, awkward, gay and a loser, but he at least had friends now! It’s not like he had much of a choice anyway, with his beloved boyfriend (of several months!!) constantly dragging him along to hang out with them. He wasn’t ungrateful of that, though.
Sometimes Nakamura questioned just how radically his life had changed in only his first year of high school. He sat nervously on the plush seat of the karaoke place, sipping his cup of lemonade quietly with a straw. Around him, were both his and Hirose’s friends, crowded in the small private room Takeuchi and Hamaoka had booked for them. The aforementioned couple were singing a romantic duet together, Takeuchi smiling goofily at Hamaoka every time it was her turn to sing, and then going into try hard mode when it was his turn.
Okuda and Mukai were locked in, banging a tambourine and shaking maracas in tune with their friends singing. Kawamura, sat across from him, nervously held the tablet close to her as she searched frantically for the best song to queue next. Nakamura continued to sip his lemonade in silence. He felt… out of place. He was enjoying himself, yes, but before, he could never imagine himself hanging out with a group of friends after school. He continued to chew at his straw anxiously, until he felt someone tugging at his sleeve.
Nakamura turned and his eyes met concerned, wide brown eyes. Hirose looked at his boyfriend curiously as he tilted his head to the side.
“Hey, are you doing ok?” Hirose questioned, and Nakamura nodded. His nodding was energetic and a bit too stiff, but Hirose took him at face value.
“Just let me know if it ever gets too much for you, okay?” Hirose said with a smile, and he held Nakamura’s hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. Nakamura sighed at the display of affection, his face warming up. He nodded quietly again and put down his cup of lemonade on the small table in between the two seats.
As he turned his head, he locked eyes with Kawamura. She hid her face underneath the tablet but he could tell that she was smirking at the sight. Hirose, ignorant to the small exchange between the two, grabbed the lemonade Nakamura had just put down and took a sip from his chewed up straw. Kawamura and Nakamura stared at each other in response, her eyebrows raising knowingly as Nakamura hid a thinly veiled look of smugness.
An indirect kiss shouldn’t be a huge thing for the two, since they’ve shared many… types of direct kisses. However, the fact that Hirose was so comfortable to drink from the same cup from him made him unbearably happy. Were he alone, he’d probably roll around in gay excitement. Instead, he did it mentally, and he could imagine Kawamura across from him was already imagining up scenarios for the next comic she’d draw for him.
She handed the tablet to him, a mischievous look on her face as the lighting in the room hit just the right way to obscure her eyes.
“Hey, Nakamura-kun. You should do a song with Hirose-kun!” She said excitedly, and that’s when the two others girls interests were piqued. Okuda picked up both maracas and shook them violently in support. Hamaoka whipped her head towards the two boys in excitement as she passed the mic to Hirose. Takeuchi tossed the other mic to Nakamura, who juggled it with both hands before finally securing a grasp on it. Nakamura glared at Takeuchi through his bangs, a scowl forming on his lips as he clicked his tongue.
“Hey! Be careful! You could’ve hit him!” Hirose said, annoyed.
“He caught it just fine! It’s just some teasing!” Takeuchi argued back, before wincing in pain as Hamaoka pulled his ear.
“Not nice, Takeuchi! I’ll cancel our next date if you don’t apologize.” Hamaoka said, and Takeuchi immediately shot his head down and muttered an apology. He was absolutely whipped for his girlfriend, Nakamura thought to himself. Guess that was one thing that was similar between the two of them.
Okuda smacked his back aggressively and continued to shake her maracas in his face, a playful smirk on her lips. “Come on, Nakamura-kun! Show us what HiroNaka is made of!”
Kawamura cleared her throat as she shook her head. She held her finger up, ready to correct her uncultured friend. “Actually, it’s NakaRose.”
Mukai covered Okuda’s mouth with the palm of his hand before she could say anything else. She glared at him quietly as he spoke. “I think we should just let them sing. Stop pairing their names together.” He said, an annoyed look on his face.
Hirose laughed at the scene before them and then pulled Nakamura up by the hand. Nakamura continued to blush as he was dragged to the front of the room towards the large screen.
“W-wait. I didn’t request a song!” Nakamura said, panicked. He looked over to Hirose, then to his friends, and Kawamura gave him a determined thumbs up.
“You like anything, right? I chose a duet song that I think you’d both like!” She said, and part of Nakamura thought that he was grateful to have such a good best friend. The other part of him was going to die at the thought of singing in front of a group, no matter how small it was, no matter how close they all were. He hated being the center of attention.
Hirose flashed him a bright toothy smile. “Just concentrate on the screen, Nakamura! Or, you could focus on me instead.” He said, and then cringed as the fujoshis squealed (a muffled squeal in Okuda’s case) in response. Takeuchi and Mukai groaned after.
“I seriously can never tell if you do that on purpose, Aiki-kun.” Takeuchi said as he held his hands behind his head, and Nakamura glared at him using his boyfriend’s first name in front of him. Takeuchi stuck his tongue out at him in response.
“Listen, I’m happy for you two, really, but it’s starting to get annoying to hear the girls squeal at everything you guys do.” Mukai added. He still had his hand over Okuda’s mouth, who at this point was starting to hit him with her maracas. Mukai shielded each hit with his tambourine, the sound of the bells ringing with each smack.
He was happy to have friends who accepted his and Hirose’s relationship, even if they got pretty annoying sometimes. Nakamura chuckled under his breath and then elected to ignore the chaos of the karaoke room and drifted his look towards the screen.
The music video that flashed before him immediately caught his attention, the colors bright purple and the visuals obviously 80s inspired. In the video, a VHS tape was inserted into a VHS player, and two men in green and red suits danced while singing about how they should “fall in love like a sudden spark”.
Hirose and Nakamura began to sing along, Hirose swayed his body as he sung, while Nakamura’s sang along, his body stiff, his voice shaky. He squinted at the lyrics, particularly “feelings scattered across the classroom floor”, and couldn’t help but think that Kawamura was a bit too on the nose with this song choice. The aforementioned girl recorded the two singing, while Okuda had stolen the tambourine from Mukai and began to bang it to the beat of their singing. Mukai took one maraca and shook it in support, while Takeuchi had the other and shook it less energetically. Hamaoka danced in her seat next to him.
Nakamura looked over to Hirose, nervous, and he smiled at him as he continued to sway his body. Relax, it felt like his look said. The older boy nodded and proceeded to yell “LETS GO!” into his mic, fired up by his boyfriend. (The others in the group jumped at the loud exclamation.)
Nakamura hammed it up a little at the bridge of the song, the lyrics and visuals both melancholy. He related it to a bit, the part where the man in the green suit laments that he didn’t care if the other man hated him, and to forgive him instead, for all he wanted was to cleanse his heart. At one point, his love for Hirose wasn’t acknowledged, and he felt at times that his overwhelming love would submerge him and leave him empty. He could feel Hirose staring at him as he sang, Nakamuras voice no longer wavering.
The cheerful poppy chorus returned and Nakamura started to dance alongside Hirose as they sang, goofy smiles on both of them as they jammed out. The two looked at each other lovingly as they sang. They finished off their last lyric, and panted as they stared at their score: 100! The fujoshis applauded and “woo-ed” the two boys, who awkwardly accepted the praise. Mukai shot a thumbs up at the two and Takeuchi grumbled that their score was higher than his and Hamaoka’s score, and that he guess that Nakamura did a good job.
“You’re gonna send me that video, right, Kawamura-san?” Nakamura said, and Kawamura nodded furiously. He held Hirose’s hand happily and swung arms as the two sat back into their seat, and Kawamura determinedly snapped more pictures of the two.
Eventually the group had to part ways, as the sun slowly had begun to set. The friends laughed as they waved goodbye and called good night to each other.
“Text me when you get home, Kawamura!” Nakamura exclaimed as she walked to the train station with Mukai and Okuda, who waved back an “OK” sign to her friend.
“Go be lovey-dovey with your wover, Aiki-kun!!” Takeuchi teased as he waved aggressively at him. Hamaoka nudged him in his side in response, making him groan in pain.
“Go fuck yourself, Takeuchi!” Hirose yelled back. He held Nakamura’s hand and interlocked fingers, raising their hands together and swinging it aggressively. His other hand flipped him off, causing Takeuchi to cackle hysterically, the laugh echoing in their ears. Nakamura couldn’t help but turn his face away from Hirose as he held his hand to his face, tickled pink from the affection and from the silly interaction.
A comfortable silence fell between the two as they walked away, towards the bike parking lot. They continued to hold hands as they walked, until Nakamura reluctantly let go, and ran to his bike. He knelt down and unlocked it quietly. As soon it was unlocked, Nakamura smiled at his boyfriend as he decided to act on something he daydreamed about once.
“Do you want a ride?” He asked. Hirose quirked his brow in confusion.
“It’s a one person bike. Isn’t it impossible?” He said, and Nakamura shook his head. He mounted his bike seat and patted the handle bars. Hirose blanched.
“Isn’t that dangerous?” He said, and Nakamura waved his hand dismissively.
“Please, Hirose. I’ve dreamt of us riding a bike together! Please, I’ll make sure to keep you safe!“ He pleaded, holding his hands together and giving him a sad, pathetic pout.
Hirose sighed and shook his head in disbelief. “Ok, fine, but only because my place is close.” Nakamura pumped his fists up in happiness, before grabbing his helmet and fastening it on Hirose’s head. Hirose blushed as he averted his eyes.
The younger boy then climbed the bike and sat on the handles and held onto one part, Nakamura held the other part of the handles and smiled at him.
“Ok! Hold on tight!!” Nakamura said, before starting to pedal. Hirose yelped in fear as they began to ride, his legs dangling as he gripped the handles tightly, his knuckles turning white. The bike began to speed up as Nakamura peddled furiously, Nakamura sticking his head to the side to get a good sight of what was in front of him. The two rode at a comfortable speed, and Hirose then began to laugh, closing his eyes as he focused on the wind hitting his face. He opened his eyes and his gaze went from the empty sidewalk and quiet street, to Nakamura’s profile.
Nakamura’s hair blew in the wind, his bangs away from his face, showing off his usually hidden dark eyes. He was deep in focus, a small smirk on his lips as he rode his bike, unaware of Hirose’s gaze locked towards him. Hirose smiled at the sight. Sometimes, his silly boyfriend was pretty cool, he couldn’t help but think.
The bike slowly came to a stop as Hirose’s house came into view. Hirose jumped off the handle bars, stumbling a bit, before regaining his balance. Nakamura shot off of his bike and immediately began to fuss over him.
“Are you ok?” Nakamura panicked, his hands waving frantically around him.
Hirose couldn’t help the laughter bubbling out of him. He removed the helmet and put it on Nakamura’s head.
“Just lost my balance a bit. Thanks for the ride, Okuto, it was fun. You were really cool.” He said. Nakamura blushed at the praise, and Hirose smiled up at him shyly. He grabbed the straps of his helmet and pulled him towards him, their lips meeting in a chaste, quick kiss. Nakamura slacked as their lips met, their eyes closing. After parting, Nakamura traced his lips in a daze with his fingertips. Hirose looked at him knowingly, a sly smile on his face.
“Are you always going to react that way when we kiss, Nakamura-kun?” He teased, and Nakamura simply nodded.
“Maybe,” he said softly. “It’s because I love you so much, Hirose…” He flirted.
The two continued to bask in their love of each other, sharing loving looks, until they heard the door of Hirose’s house creak open.
“Aiki! There you are!” Hirose’s sister said, and the two boys jumped and quickly put some space between them. “Oh, and Nakamura-kun! Hello!”
“G-good evening, oneesan.” He mumbled as he averted his eyes and bowed stiffly.
“Nakamura-kun! You’re always so formal! I’ve told you to call me oneechan, right?” She smiled politely at him, before pinching Hirose’s cheek, who protested under her. “You should really learn from his example, Aiki!”
“Neechan!” He exclaimed, waving his arms angrily. “You’re embarrassing me in front of my friend!!!” He said with grit teeth, annoyed. “What do you want?!”
“Mom and Dad went on a date and wanted me to let you know that there’s dinner saved for you in the fridge,” she said, as she brushed a lock of long chestnut hair away from her face. “And I’m actually heading out now. Fridays are for the girls, after all.”
Nakamura blinked as the older woman waved the two goodbye as she walked away. Hirose grumbled to himself, annoyed at his older sister, his face flushed a deep pink in embarrassment. Nakamura cleared his throat as sudden realization began to hit him.
“Hirose.” He said in a hushed whisper. “Hirose.” He repeated, shaking his shoulder gently. “Do you know what this means?”
Hirose still had a pronounced pout as he turned to face Nakamura. He shook his head.
“We’re gonna have your house alone. Home alone, alone together.” He said, his face turned a bright red as he erratically waved his hands as he spoke.
Hirose blinked at him, before blushing back at him, he put his hand to his forehead and sighed. He turned on his heels towards his house. Nakamura flinched in response, eyes wide in panic.
“Good lord, Nakamura.” He said, as he walked towards his home. He motioned Nakamura to follow behind him, which he did. Nakamura tossed his bike to side of Hirose’s home and followed him inside.
“You’re such a pervert.” Hirose said, even as he grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to his room. The two ran up the stairs and laughed as if it were a silly inside joke between them.
The two kissed passionately on Hirose’s bed, wearing just their shirts and boxers, holding each other’s hands. Nakamura cradled the back of Hirose’s head with the other, while Hirose held his hand by his waist, trying to pull him closer.
Hirose enjoyed kissing Nakamura. Whenever the two were alone, he’d be ready to sneak a quick press of lips on Nakamura’s cheeks, his hand, or on his lips. His favorite place to kiss beside their bedrooms was the schools rooftop. It was their private place at school, after all.
Hirose would hold Nakamura’s face in his hands and kiss him slowly, opening his lips gently. Nakamura liked having Hirose lead their kisses, it made his heart flutter, the thought that Hirose chose him, that Hirose loved him so much that he couldn’t keep his lips off of him. Hirose was always eager to part Nakamura’s lips with his tongue and listen to the soft whimpers that escaped the older boy.
The two parted for air and Nakamura panted as he once again touched his lips in a daze, his gaze half-lidded. Hirose smiled at the sight, his heart tightening. He wanted to see what other types of expressions his silly lovesick boyfriend could make.
Nakamura jumped as Hirose leaned up again and poked at his lips with his tongue. Nakamura parted his lips and Hirose motioned him to stick his tongue out. The older boy hesitated before doing so, and Hirose closed his lips around his tongue and sucked softly. Nakamura jumped at the sensation, the feeling both unusual and overwhelming, his eyes closing tightly as he moaned quietly into the kiss. He quickly closed his legs and rubbed his thighs together and he pulled his shirt down to try and cover his awakening length. Hirose noticed the movement and hummed around his tongue in pride. He looked through his eyelashes to watch Nakamura’s flush spread across his face.
The two parted again for air and Nakamura stared at him with wide eyes as he quickly covered his mouth with the side of his fist. He wiped at the drool that had leaked from the corners of his mouth.
“W-where did you learn that?” He said through heavy breaths, and Hirose looked at him smugly.
“Internet.” He replied nonchalantly. Hirose slid his hand down to Nakamura’s boxers, and squeezed the pitching tent gently. Nakamura squeaks as he flinches and starts to chew at his bottom lip anxiously.
“Hey, can I pay you back for last time?” He asked, and Nakamura looked wide eyed and intensely at him. Nakamura blinked in confusion, before the hazy memory of him sucking off Hirose flashed in his mind.
“I’d be delighted, no, I’d be honored.” Nakamura manages to say as he nodded his head aggressively. Hirose snickered at the response and then he gently pushed the other boy down onto the bed. Nakamura shivered at the sight, of Hirose hovering above him.
Hirose left a quick peck on his cheek, before trailing down and languidly left kisses down his neck. He gently nibbled the skin there for a bit, before sinking down so he was face level with Nakamura’s lower half.
“Oh, wow, your pants are ruined. It must feel gross, huh?” Hirose said, as he poked at the bulge. Indeed, Nakamura’s underwear had a stain forming right where his tip would be, most likely all of the precum from their intense make out session. Hirose pinched at the area, and it made a quiet squelching noise that intrigued the brunette. The twitch of Nakamura’s clothed member in response to his pinch was also quite intriguing to Hirose. Nakamura pressed his lips together as he averted his gaze, the noise making him cringe internally.
“…You need to get better at your dirty talk, Aiki.” He finally said, but was clearly affected by the others words and actions. Hirose broke into a smile, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of Nakamura’s underwear.
“Hey,” Hirose said, his gaze soft. “Lift your hips.” he commanded. Nakamura did as he was told, and Hirose slid the black boxers off of his boyfriend. Nakamura’s cock jumped out of its confines, a bead of moisture gathered at the tip. Hirose gulped nervously, eye level with Nakamura’s cock, before leaving a small kitten-ish lick at the head.
Nakamura’s entire body jumps as he shot a hand up to cover his mouth. Hirose was immediately captivated, and he continued to lick at the head. He softly nibbles at Nakamura’s shaft with his lips, licks a stripe up the length, and then sucks at the spot right underneath the head. His eyes never leave Nakamura’s face, who at this point had covered his eyes with an arm.
Hirose pulled away, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. His boyfriend was so bully-able.
“Why are you covering your eyes?” He asked.
Nakamura remained quiet. He squeezed his thighs together again, and gasped as Hirose parted them open. “Answer me, Okuto.”
“It’s… a lot.” Nakamura said, as he hesitantly peeled his arm off his eyes to meet Hirose’s. “I feel like my heart is going to explode if I watch.”
Hirose could accept that answer. In fact, he was pretty sure that was his goal. He nodded in understanding before suddenly taking the head of Nakamura’s dick in his mouth. Nakamura closed his legs around Hirose’s head, who looked back up at him bemused. Hirose pushed them apart again and took Nakamura deeper in his mouth.
Having a cock in his mouth was an interesting experience that Hirose couldn’t really describe. It felt kinda nice, the skin velvety and smooth in his mouth, and it being Nakamura was definitely a plus. He wasn’t really into smell like his boyfriend was, but he couldn’t complain about it. He liked that he could smell Nakamura’s crisp woodsy soap even here and that there was another smell, a new one, that reminded him of the sea— salty, fresh and wild.
He also liked that this was a smell that probably only he’d ever smell. He halfheartedly wondered if Nakamura thought the same way when he did this to him.
He sucked in his cheeks and lowered his head down his length. He could feel Nakamura’s hips trembling underneath him, like he was struggling not to buck into his mouth. Hirose wouldn’t mind, honestly. Hirose bobbed his mouth up and swirled his tongue around his head, as if daring Nakamura to do it. Nakamura, in a remarkable show of resilience, goes rigid underneath him.
That won’t do. Hirose thought to himself, annoyed. He wanted Nakamura to relax, to let go, to melt underneath him. Hirose racked his mind back to when Nakamura sucked him off, trying to remember what he did. His soft hands quickly cupped Nakamura’s balls, and he smiled around his length as Nakamura’s breath hitched and his shoulders jumped. The older boy held onto the sheets of the bed, trying to recollect himself.
He continued to knead the skin there as he worked his mouth. He sucked energetically as he continued lower his head, until finally bottoming out. Nakamura finally opened his eyes and was shocked at the sight of Hirose deep-throating him. Hirose waved at him, his brown eyes meeting Nakamura’s dark eyes that had dilated and seemed like it was just a pure black now.
Nakamura immediately groaned and closed his eyes back tightly.
“You’re going to kill me, Aiki…” He said. Hirose crinkled his eyes in amusement. Hirose’s hand continued to roam Nakamura’s lower half, scratching gently at his thighs with his nails, pinching at the sensitive white skin there. While trying to find a comfortable area for his other hand, his fingertips pressed gently at the bridge of tissue right underneath Nakamura’s balls.
Nakamura howls in response and immediately bucked into Hirose’s mouth. Hirose chokes a little, but manages to catch his breath by breathing through his nose. He gives himself a moment before he relaxes his throat and stares up at Nakamura. He presses at that area again, and watched as Nakamura immediately shot his hand to Hirose’s head. He grasped at the chestnut locks in his hands tightly in alarm, before relaxing his grip.
“Doef thaf feed goof?” Hirose said, the sentence obviously muffled.
Nakamura shook his head, embarrassment flooding his senses. “D-Don’t talk with your mouth full!” He exclaimed. Hirose pressed that spot again, and Nakamura moaned unabashedly as he thrust into Hirose’s mouth again.
The two stayed like that for a moment, with Hirose sucking and licking Nakamura’s cock and pressing at that spot while Nakamura thrusted into his mouth, an animalistic instinct overcoming him. Nakamura struggled to stay quiet, even as he bit his lips to muffle his voice, his soft moans continued to leak out, as he struggled to try and ground himself, to remain in control somehow.
A brief thought entered Nakamura’s hormonal crazy mind: a scene in a BL, where the seme teased that piece of skin between the uke’s cock and hole, the perineum, the place where the prostate was internally; and it left the uke a whining, begging mess asking for more. His stomach flipped at the thought, as he imagined himself in the uke’s place, and Hirose in the seme’s place. Hirose would hug him from behind as he teased him, his hot breath ticklish against his ear as he whispered in it.
Okuto… Do you feel good?
“A-Aiki.. I can’t…” He cried out, and he tried to push Hirose off of his length, even as he continued to thrust desperately into his hot, warm, wet mouth. His other hand was at his chest. Hirose watched with wide eyes, entranced, as Nakamura lazily pinched and scratched at his nipples over his shirt. Hirose, emboldened, continued his movements and then swallowed around Nakamura. The sudden tightness was too much and Nakamura eyes rolled in the back of his head as he thrusted one last time into his boyfriend’s mouth as he released in Hirose’s mouth.
Hirose gave one final suck before sliding his lips off of Nakamura’s length.
It was… slimy. A little salty. Not that bad tasting. He savored it a bit more, and tried to map the flavor on his tongue, before dribbling it onto his hand. Nakamura chose that exact time to open his eyes, and immediately groaned at the sight. He covered his eyes with his hands in embarrassment as he blushed, even his neck had started to flush pink.
A devious idea began to form in Hirose’s mind. He looked over to the mess in his hand, and spat in it. He took Nakamura’s dick in his hand and immediately began to jerk him off. Nakamura’s entire body jumped in response as he tried to squirm away from Hirose’s grasp.
“W-wait!” He exclaimed as his body shook. “A-a-ah, w-wait!” He said again through strangled moans, his hand shakily reached down to Hirose’s arm. Hirose took that shaky hand and interlocked their fingers together and Nakamura shook his head in protest. “It-it feels weird!!!” Tears formed in the corner of Nakamura’s wide panicked eyes, and that fueled Hirose’s sadistic streak even more.
Hirose stroked faster and watched amused as Nakamura squirmed and cried underneath him, he kicked his legs and cried out in a strange mix of pain and pleasure. He couldn’t think straight, it felt like his brain was melting. He wasn’t sure whether to thrust and meet into Hirose’s hand or to crawl away pathetically away from it. Hirose’s spit and his cum made the movement slick and too fast, too much, it was too much!
“I think you should be like this more.” Hirose suddenly said. He twisted his hand up Nakamura’s length, and he wailed out in response as he gripped white-knuckled on the sheets.
“S-something’s coming out!” Nakamura exclaimed in a panic, and if it didn’t feel like all of his nerves were on fire from the sheer overstimulation, he would’ve cringed at the cliche line.
Hirose stared wide eyed as Nakamura’s hips stuttered to a stop as he squirted all over himself, and onto the bed sheets underneath them. He cried in embarrassment as he threw his head back, whimpering as he couldn’t stop himself.
Hirose blinked at the sight. Two thoughts flashed in his mind: My bed! He watched in horror as the sheets underneath him grew darker.
The second thought, as he stared wide eyed at Nakamura’s heaving chest was: Oh shit, oh no. I think I just unlocked a new fetish.
Nakamura eventually caught his breath. He held his face in his hands and whimpered as he twisted his upper half away from Hirose.
“I am so sorry.” He said in his hands. “Please let me borrow your shower. And then, break up with me gently. After that, please bury me alive.”
Hirose couldn’t help but laugh. He looked around his room and found a towel, and gently began to clean up Nakamura’s body.
“No, I should be the one sorry, Okuto! You were just too cute!” Hirose said once he finally dried up Nakamura. He pat Nakamura’s head reassuringly with his clean hand, and Nakamura shot up on Hirose’s bed. He sat on his knees as he leaned towards Hirose.
“You keep calling me a perv, but you’re just as bad!” Nakamura accused as he pointed at him.
“But you enjoyed it, right?” Hirose asked, his lips curled in a teasing smile. Nakamura glared at him, before it softened.
Nakamura grumbled under his breath as he averted his gaze. “…Yeah, I guess it did feel good…” He admitted, and Hirose gasped in response.
“Ugh! I seriously wanna tease you more!” Hirose exclaimed as he grabbed his head and shook it. He tousled his hair in frustration. “What did you awaken in me, Okuto?!”
Nakamura stared at him blankly as he arose from the bed and grabbed his underwear.
“You’re just as freaky as me.” He said as he stomped angrily to Hirose’s bathroom, ignoring Hirose’s protests.