Ken stretched his arms high as he tugged the dirt and grass-stained shirt, sweat-soaked from their afternoon in the park, over his head, and Daisuke's eyes traced the glistening path over the constricting muscles and all too visible bones, left behind by several droplets of sweat. After spending most of break in Daisuke's bed, he didn't seem to mind washing their laundry together since he just dropped the shirt, along with his dirty socks, into Daisuke's hamper.
Although, to be fair, he didn't seem to mind how deeply integrated they'd become, how entwined their lives—and more and more often, their bodies—were now. The fact that Ken had spent the last three days here was a testament to that.
But it also left Daisuke increasingly uncomfortable every time he woke up.
Ken was constantly in his head. He was curled up in his bed every morning, and on the days they didn't have a sleepover, his bed smelled like Ken and he buried his face in his pillow and jerked off to that heady scent, to the memories of Ken's face and Ken's sounds and Ken's everything.
Except Ken hadn't left since that morning two days ago when Daisuke had touched him and touched him and touched him, and he'd come for the first time.
Daisuke hadn't been able to stop touching him since, hadn't been able to keep his hands to himself. It was nice knowing Ken wasn't having any trouble falling asleep, which had always been a struggle, but perhaps there was too much touching since Ken was perpetually exhausted.
Not that that stopped his eyes from wandering across all of Ken's exposed skin or his fingers from itching to bridge the distance and touch that skin now.
He swallowed. "You can go ahead," he said, nodding toward the door. "I'll just rinse off when you're done."
Daisuke enjoyed when they played soccer in the park, when they really pushed and got dirty and sweaty and disgusting and had to rinse off afterward—his alone time in the bathroom was the only time he got relief. He touched himself to the memories of Ken's broken moans, of his twisting and contorting as he came, and all the evidence of his desire was washed down the drain.
"Hmm…" Ken half-turned to him, his chest glistening, and his eyes darted toward the door before returning to Daisuke. "Actually, I was hoping you'd show me."
"What?"
"I want to see." Ken bit his lip, cheeks flushing. "What you do in the bathroom."
Daisuke couldn't breathe.
How did Ken know? He'd been so discreet too, so quiet, masking any sounds with the running water.
When he didn't say anything, Ken padded closer, and Daisuke could feel his fast-beating heart in his chest before it was even within reach, but he touched his fingertips to Ken's damp chest the moment they were close enough, needed confirmation it wasn't just in his head, and shut his eyes.
"I want to see," Ken said again, his voice barely a whisper.
His hand found Daisuke's heart too, and Daisuke sighed into their synchronized beat—until tentative fingers ghosted over the soccer shorts covering his groin, brought his half-hard cock to life with no more than a graze.
A sharp gasp flew from Daisuke's lips. "K-Ken…what are you doing?"
Ken flattened his palm over the hard length, wrapped his fingers around him through the soft material, and squeezed till Daisuke's eyes fell shut. "It feels good, right?"
Daisuke whimpered, and his hips shimmied with pent-up energy, rocking into Ken's gentle hand. "Of course," he sighed. "Of course it does."
"Then show me," Ken murmured, leading him to the bed.
They were sweaty and gross and he'd just washed his sheets, but Daisuke dropped to the edge of the mattress without hesitation, collapsed back on the crumpled sheets, and Ken curled up beside him, his amethyst eyes big and curious and dilated. Ken withdrew his hand to press it right over Daisuke's heart, and Daisuke could feel Ken's heartbeat pick up too, even if he wasn't touching it anymore.
He slid his hand inside his shorts, wrapped around himself, and began a slow rhythm, eyes clenching shut.
"I want to see," Ken said again, shifting to nudge at the elastic waistband of his shorts.
Daisuke gasped, but he complied, pulling himself out, arousal throbbing through him as Ken dipped low and watched. He was already hard and flushed, made worse by the summer heat permeating the room, and the way Ken paid so close attention sent a powerful jolt of arousal through his body.
He wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke, slow at first but faster when he felt Ken's quivering exhalations ghost over his hot skin. Visions of Ken lowering his mouth to swallow him whole danced across the backs of Daisuke's eyelids, urging him on, and he rocked up into his fist, jerking his hips hard, desperation growing.
"Daisuke," Ken murmured, his moist breath clinging to Daisuke's sweaty flesh, and then the bed shifted and Ken's cool lips joined his hand on Daisuke's bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss over his thudding heart. "I don't, I don't want you to hide this from me anymore."
The way Ken's voice quivered, tinged with a whine of arousal easily recognizable, made Daisuke pant and work himself faster.
"I want to see you," he mumbled, lips brushing the skin right over his heart, "want to touch you and feel you. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good like this."
Daisuke gasped, his eyes flashing open to take in the view of Ken hunched over his chest, his mouth right over his heart, holding him and talking to him like he was important and precious and loved. The moment Ken dipped down again, dropping a kiss on his heart, a low moan tumbled from his lips and he shuddered and spilled all over his stomach.
For a few minutes, he lay there, holding himself as he came down, and Ken simply turned to face the mess he'd made, pressing his ear against Daisuke's heart instead, and watched. It took a while to gather himself together and glance around, searching for anything within reach, but he didn't want to completely ruin his bedding—again.
"Uh, something to clean up with?"
Finally, Ken moved.
He pushed up from where he was draped over Daisuke's heart, giving him a good view of the mess as Ken swiped a finger through the liquid, slid it into his mouth, and moaned.
A shaky whimper resounded in his throat, and Daisuke could only stare as Ken's tongue dipped out and swept through the cum coating his abdomen. He lapped it up, and for his part, Daisuke trembled as he watched, trembled and held himself tight, his eyes glued to Ken as he consumed every last drop, the soft tongue shooting sparks down Daisuke's spine.
When Ken lay back on the bed beside him, still licking his lips, their eyes met and they stared, panting. Daisuke wanted to kiss him, to taste himself on Ken's lips, the proof that that just happened.
Then, Ken pushed away and slipped off the bed. "I'm going to rinse off now."
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FILL - not ready for the afterglow (5/?)
on 2021-04-21 09:25 pm (UTC)Although, to be fair, he didn't seem to mind how deeply integrated they'd become, how entwined their lives—and more and more often, their bodies—were now. The fact that Ken had spent the last three days here was a testament to that.
But it also left Daisuke increasingly uncomfortable every time he woke up.
Ken was constantly in his head. He was curled up in his bed every morning, and on the days they didn't have a sleepover, his bed smelled like Ken and he buried his face in his pillow and jerked off to that heady scent, to the memories of Ken's face and Ken's sounds and Ken's everything.
Except Ken hadn't left since that morning two days ago when Daisuke had touched him and touched him and touched him, and he'd come for the first time.
Daisuke hadn't been able to stop touching him since, hadn't been able to keep his hands to himself. It was nice knowing Ken wasn't having any trouble falling asleep, which had always been a struggle, but perhaps there was too much touching since Ken was perpetually exhausted.
Not that that stopped his eyes from wandering across all of Ken's exposed skin or his fingers from itching to bridge the distance and touch that skin now.
He swallowed. "You can go ahead," he said, nodding toward the door. "I'll just rinse off when you're done."
Daisuke enjoyed when they played soccer in the park, when they really pushed and got dirty and sweaty and disgusting and had to rinse off afterward—his alone time in the bathroom was the only time he got relief. He touched himself to the memories of Ken's broken moans, of his twisting and contorting as he came, and all the evidence of his desire was washed down the drain.
"Hmm…" Ken half-turned to him, his chest glistening, and his eyes darted toward the door before returning to Daisuke. "Actually, I was hoping you'd show me."
"What?"
"I want to see." Ken bit his lip, cheeks flushing. "What you do in the bathroom."
Daisuke couldn't breathe.
How did Ken know? He'd been so discreet too, so quiet, masking any sounds with the running water.
When he didn't say anything, Ken padded closer, and Daisuke could feel his fast-beating heart in his chest before it was even within reach, but he touched his fingertips to Ken's damp chest the moment they were close enough, needed confirmation it wasn't just in his head, and shut his eyes.
"I want to see," Ken said again, his voice barely a whisper.
His hand found Daisuke's heart too, and Daisuke sighed into their synchronized beat—until tentative fingers ghosted over the soccer shorts covering his groin, brought his half-hard cock to life with no more than a graze.
A sharp gasp flew from Daisuke's lips. "K-Ken…what are you doing?"
Ken flattened his palm over the hard length, wrapped his fingers around him through the soft material, and squeezed till Daisuke's eyes fell shut. "It feels good, right?"
Daisuke whimpered, and his hips shimmied with pent-up energy, rocking into Ken's gentle hand. "Of course," he sighed. "Of course it does."
"Then show me," Ken murmured, leading him to the bed.
They were sweaty and gross and he'd just washed his sheets, but Daisuke dropped to the edge of the mattress without hesitation, collapsed back on the crumpled sheets, and Ken curled up beside him, his amethyst eyes big and curious and dilated. Ken withdrew his hand to press it right over Daisuke's heart, and Daisuke could feel Ken's heartbeat pick up too, even if he wasn't touching it anymore.
He slid his hand inside his shorts, wrapped around himself, and began a slow rhythm, eyes clenching shut.
"I want to see," Ken said again, shifting to nudge at the elastic waistband of his shorts.
Daisuke gasped, but he complied, pulling himself out, arousal throbbing through him as Ken dipped low and watched. He was already hard and flushed, made worse by the summer heat permeating the room, and the way Ken paid so close attention sent a powerful jolt of arousal through his body.
He wrapped his hand around himself and began to stroke, slow at first but faster when he felt Ken's quivering exhalations ghost over his hot skin. Visions of Ken lowering his mouth to swallow him whole danced across the backs of Daisuke's eyelids, urging him on, and he rocked up into his fist, jerking his hips hard, desperation growing.
"Daisuke," Ken murmured, his moist breath clinging to Daisuke's sweaty flesh, and then the bed shifted and Ken's cool lips joined his hand on Daisuke's bare chest, pressing a gentle kiss over his thudding heart. "I don't, I don't want you to hide this from me anymore."
The way Ken's voice quivered, tinged with a whine of arousal easily recognizable, made Daisuke pant and work himself faster.
"I want to see you," he mumbled, lips brushing the skin right over his heart, "want to touch you and feel you. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good like this."
Daisuke gasped, his eyes flashing open to take in the view of Ken hunched over his chest, his mouth right over his heart, holding him and talking to him like he was important and precious and loved. The moment Ken dipped down again, dropping a kiss on his heart, a low moan tumbled from his lips and he shuddered and spilled all over his stomach.
For a few minutes, he lay there, holding himself as he came down, and Ken simply turned to face the mess he'd made, pressing his ear against Daisuke's heart instead, and watched. It took a while to gather himself together and glance around, searching for anything within reach, but he didn't want to completely ruin his bedding—again.
"Uh, something to clean up with?"
Finally, Ken moved.
He pushed up from where he was draped over Daisuke's heart, giving him a good view of the mess as Ken swiped a finger through the liquid, slid it into his mouth, and moaned.
A shaky whimper resounded in his throat, and Daisuke could only stare as Ken's tongue dipped out and swept through the cum coating his abdomen. He lapped it up, and for his part, Daisuke trembled as he watched, trembled and held himself tight, his eyes glued to Ken as he consumed every last drop, the soft tongue shooting sparks down Daisuke's spine.
When Ken lay back on the bed beside him, still licking his lips, their eyes met and they stared, panting. Daisuke wanted to kiss him, to taste himself on Ken's lips, the proof that that just happened.
Then, Ken pushed away and slipped off the bed. "I'm going to rinse off now."