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Tadashi had never felt more embarrassed in his life.
He stared at himself in the boy’s bathroom mirror, praying that somehow he’d get used to the way he looked. And also praying that nobody would walk in. Again. One boy already had, and he'd made a crass comment about Tadashi’s legs. But I guess I should take it as a compliment…
Today was the school festival. And Yachi happened to be helping a friend with her club’s booth - she had asked Tadashi to also help. That wasn’t the problem. Tadashi was happy to help, because he thought ‘helping’ meant carrying tables and chairs and fetching the girls snacks every now and then. But no. ‘Helping’ apparently meant dressing as a girl and handing out snacks to visitors.
“It’s just for fun,” Yachi had said, looking pleadingly up at Tadashi. Her hair was tucked expertly under a hat, secured with her cyan hair hair clips, and a comical mustache was drawn on her upper lip. “Please, Yamaguchi? I know it’s a lot to ask, but it’d mean a lot to us.”
So now Tadashi stood, wearing a mousy brown wig and a girl’s school uniform. The wig was clasped up into a loose ponytail (with Yachi’s hair claw - her way of trying to make it better), and careful locks of it spilled out to frame Tadashi’s face. Though he’d wormed his way out of most of the make-up, Tadashi’s cheeks still shone with a too-pink blush, and his lips shined with thick lip gloss. His uniform was kind of okay, but the skirt reached too high - he’d given in and put on thigh highs, hoping for the feel of modesty, but it just seemed to show off how much of his legs didn’t fit under the skirt.
Tadashi cursed himself for being so spineless.
“Yamaguchi?” Yachi called from the hallway, knocking timidly on the boy’s bathroom door. Tadashi sighed, messing with the bangs one more time, before giving up and walking out.
“...hey,” he muttered.
“Ooh! You look so nice, Yamaguchi!” Yachi tried to encourage him, patting his elbow. “I’m kind of jealous, actually - I wish I could look that cute in a skirt.”
It wasn’t exactly the kind of compliment Tadashi was pining after, but he tried to be grateful anyway, stifling his complaints as he followed after Yachi. He couldn’t help fidgeting with the hem of his skirt, trying to pull it down - he couldn’t get used to how fluttery the fabric was.
In that moment, Tadashi felt both relieved and irritated that Kei wasn’t there. School festivals happened on weekends - optional attendance - so Kei usually opted out. Tadashi knew it'd be embarrassing to let Kei see him like this, but he still missed him. Surely, Kei would make him laugh now. Or, better yet, Kei would’ve helped him say no to Yachi to begin with.
But Kei wasn’t here. And Tadashi hadn’t said no. Sighing, he took his place at the booth.
The actual event wasn’t terrible. It consisted of little else than handing off prepared snacks and pamphlets, making wry jokes with both perplexed classmates and amused friends.
“Wow, Yamaguchi,” Kinoshita had whistled, crossing his arms. Tadashi rolled his eyes at him. “You do look pretty like that. I’d totally have a crush on you, if you were actually- well, you know.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” Tadashi joked back, and they both snickered. “You want an extra ginger tart?”
“Eh? Really?”
“Well, since you’re so creative with your compliments,” Tadashi mock-batted his lashes, earning him a snort from Kinoshita. “No, really, go ahead. Nobody seems to like them much. Better hurry up, though, before the bottomless pits find out there’s food here.”
As though summoned from thin air, Hinata and Kageyama raced into the classroom, clattering tables and chairs and very nearly trampling each other.
“I win!” Hinata cheered. Sweat trailed down his forehead - just how long had they'd been running for? “My hand went over first!”
“Since when was that the rule?! My foot touched the-!” Kageyama started, but he promptly shut his mouth when he saw Tadashi. Hinata was also silent, but his jaw stayed hung open, staring with big eyes.
Unease prickled up Tadashi’s spine, but he tried to smile wearily at them, nodding.
“Um. Hi.” Hinata mumbled nervously, fiddling with his blazer. Kageyama didn’t say anything, but he nodded as well, shoulders stiff and cheeks pink. “Are- are you…? You and Kinoshita, are you, like, a thing…?”
Kinoshita and Tadashi stared dumbly at him.
“Hinata, you know Tsukki and I are dating.”
“E-eh? But Tsukishima’s dating Ya-” Then Hinata’s eyes widened, as though it finally clicked. “Yamaguchi?!”
“Yes, Hinata, it’s me,” Tadashi sighed, wry, exasperated. He didn’t know whether it was a credit to Yachi’s handiwork or an insult to his looks. “I’m just…dressed up, I guess. Do you guys want something to eat?”
It was hilarious, the way Hinata and Kageyama sheepishly shambled over, red in the face. Tadashi and Kinoshita raised amused eyebrows at each other.
“Be sure to come back soon!” Tadashi couldn’t resist lilting as they walked out - the mumbled chorus of okay was worth it.
“You’re hilarious,” Kinoshita grinned, hands full of ginger tarts, following after them. “Try not to break too many hearts!”
The thought made Tadashi kind of rethink the whole situation. As embarrassed as he felt, it was still wickedly exciting, getting to see all the priceless reactions. And, well, this was supposed to be a favor to Yachi, right? It’d almost be rude if Tadashi didn’t embrace it…
With that, the festival got much, much more fun. Tadashi did little else than bat coy looks and twirl his fake hair, and he left everyone stupefied. Guys kept doubling back to blink twice at him. Girls kept marveling at how he suited the uniform. Yachi giggled at him every now and then.
“You’re so flirty as a girl, Yamaguchi!”
Tadashi shrugged, grinning at her. “I’m just doing my best for you and your friend.”
“Yeah, right,” Yachi elbowed him playfully. “Admit it - you totally like this, right?”
Sort of. Tadashi still wasn’t totally sold on the hair and the makeup and the skirts. And it felt weird, getting leered at. And his thigh highs were just too tight, leaving Tadashi feeling more exposed than ever, red-faced. But if he didn’t think about that too much, it was kind of fun.
Tadashi never really felt like a ‘cool’ person before. Sure, when he was with Kei, he got that second-hand high when he sneered at people, when he cackled over their heads, but it wasn’t the same. Kei was assured in himself. Tadashi was not. Tadashi was awkward, lame. On good days, he could look in the mirror and shrug at what he saw. So, to play the ‘popular girl,’ the person that everyone clamoured to look at, was a fun change.
Tadashi tongued at his lip gloss, wondering about what Kei would say if he saw him.
The day had reached a lull, fewer and fewer students strewing about the hallways. Tadashi was alone, humming to himself, absent-mindedly re-arranging the available snacks, when his phone buzzed from the table.
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> Anything cool happening
Yr/AMA> hi tsukki :D
Yr/AMA> not rlly but i got some of the good food saved for you
Yr/AMA> can i come over after the festival??
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> Yeah
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> So what are you doing now
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> ? Just relaxing or
Yr/AMA> ye basically
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> What did you end up doing for Yachi
Yr/AMA> oh goddr its ssoso embarrassing
Tk_\|°▿▿▿°|/> Lol what
Glancing around to first make sure he was alone, Tadashi hesitantly opened the camera on his phone. He still wasn’t entirely certain what Kei would think. Hell, Tadashi still wasn’t entirely certain how he felt. Alone in the classroom, he felt even more awkward than ever. But he tried anyway, grinning shyly at the camera, holding out his skirt to show it off. He tried not to look too hard at the image after, sending it fast so that he couldn’t panic over it.
Yr/AMA> [1 File Attached]
Yr/AMA> look how dumb this is haha
A few girls wandered into the classroom, so Tadashi left his phone on the side, waiting for the tell-tale vibrate of a response. Though mildly grateful for the distraction of company, the silence from his phone made him feel more and more anxious.
It’s fine, he tried to reassure himself, handing over another pamphlet. Tsukki probably just had to do something.
But Tadashi knew something was off. He always knew with Kei - it was just instinct. His phone wasn’t as new as Kei’s, so he couldn’t tell if he’d read the message or not, but he knew that, surely, he must’ve. And if Kei was anything, he was quick-witted. So if he wasn’t saying anything, then…?
Tadashi shook his head, brown locks swishing. Kei would respond. He just had to wait.
“Hey, Yamaguchi,” Yachi called, carrying a few empty trays out of the classroom. “I’m going to go wash these, but I’ll be right back, okay?”
“Alright.” Tadashi waved her off. The last thing he wanted was to be left alone with his thoughts, but he couldn’t just leave the booth empty. He kept checking his phone, hoping that he'd just missed the vibration or something, but he was only met with radio silence.
Trying to distract himself, Tadashi wandered over to one of the windows in the classroom, looking out. The sun spilled through the glass in easy streams - Tadashi soaked in it, trying to swallow up as much of it as he could. He tried to visualize the sunlight churning in his head, but all it made him think about was Kei, about studying together, languidly laying side by side. His heart ached - why didn’t he just skip the school festival? Why didn’t he just stay home with Kei?
The classroom door slid open behind him. Tadashi breathed deeply, feeling tired.
“Hello, and welcome-” he started to mutter, turning around, before jolting with shock.
Kei stood in the entrance, looking around, slightly flushed. He wasn’t in school uniform, wearing a plain shirt and sweatpants - it was like he’d just wandered right out of his house.
“Tsukki?!” Tadashi exclaimed, rushing away from the window. Doing so made his skirt swish, reminding him of what he looked like just then. Self-consciousness ebbed into him, making his hands feel clammy, his cheeks hot. “What are you doing here?”
Kei blinked at him for an extra second. Tadashi felt even more uneasy now - he fiddled with the hem of his skirt, antsy.
“...I…just figured I’d visit.” Kei eventually said, somewhat tersely. It would’ve made Tadashi nervous, had he not noticed the undeniable blooms of red that started to spill into Kei’s face. Though still uncertain, Tadashi slowly began to ease up, padding over to him.
“I know it’s a festival, but you’re still meant to be in uniform, Tsukki.” He said, light and teasing. “If a teacher sees you, you’ll get in trouble.”
Kei hardly noticed. He was too busy scowling at a clipboard on the table, picking it up to examine. It was a signature sheet - everyone who stopped by was encouraged to sign it, as a demonstration of support. Tadashi strode up, draping his chin on Kei’s shoulder.
“What’s up, Tsukki?”
Kei turned to him, clearly upset. It was kind of cute. He waved the clipboard. “How much are you charging for kisses?”
Tadashi’s mind blanked, processing what the hell Kei just said.
“H-huh?”
“Are these all the people that bought one?” Glaring, Kei traced the list, muttering under his breath. “I know her address…her address…his address-”
“Tsukki, what are you talking about? I’m not selling kisses!” Tadashi sputtered, plucking the clipboard from Kei’s hands. “We’re giving out snacks, and we’re asking people to sign as they leave. That’s all.”
“...oh,” Kei considered Tadashi’s words for a second, before shrugging airily. He shoved his hands into his pockets. “I see.”
Cute. Tadashi couldn’t help but grin at him. “Why? Are you hoping for a good price, Tsukki?”
“I have to pay for a kiss now?” He scoffed, but Tadashi when gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he could feel Kei burn up under him. “...are you wearing lip gloss?”
“Just a bit,” Tadashi wiped at the lip-shaped stain on Kei’s cheek, giggling. “It was Yachi’s idea.”
“...right.” Kei stared hard at Tadashi, eyes flitting over his features. “You-”
There was some shuffling from the doorway - Tadashi and Kei turned to see Yachi patter in, carrying the freshly-cleaned trays.
“Tsukishima!” Yachi exclaimed. “Yamaguchi said you wouldn’t be here today.”
“I got bored, so I came to visit,” Kei nodded at her, an eyebrow raised. “Don’t you look handsome?”
Tittering, Yachi pretended to fiddle with her drawn-on moustache. “I think you’re jealous of my luscious facial hair.”
“It’s like you can see into my soul,” Kei deadpanned. “Anyway, Yamaguchi and I are going to go on a walk now.”
We are? Tadashi glanced confusedly at Kei, but he wouldn’t turn his head.
“Ah, Yamaguchi’s definitely earned a break,” Yachi dropped the trays on the table, dusting her hands. “I’ll take over the booth for now, then. Have fun!”
They wandered out of the classroom, idling through the school hallways. Most people weren’t in the main building anymore, having been distracted by some race happening outside - it was kind of idyllic. Tadashi chattered about how the festival was going so far, Kei humming in between, but he could tell something was bothering him.
“...so, why did you decide to come, Tsukki?” Tadashi eventually ventured.
Kei slowed his steps, staring side-long at Tadashi’s outfit, brazenly so. His jaw tensed, like he was gearing to say something, but eventually he sighed, flustered.
“I just wanted to see you,” He mumbled, gesturing at Tadashi. “I wanted to see…this.”
“My outfit?” Tadashi crossed his arms self-consciously, looking down at himself. Ah…he did look stupid, didn’t he? What was he thinking? “I guess I look kind of funny, huh? Sorry, Tsukki…”
“‘Funny?’” Kei repeated incredulously.
“A-aren’t you…well, I don’t know- don’t I look embarrassing…?”
There was a stilted pause between them. But it only lasted a second, because then Kei grabbed Tadashi’s wrist and tugged. Stumbling, Tadashi didn’t have any choice but to get dragged along, stammering as Kei jostled them both into a nearby janitor’s closet.
“Tsu- ah?!”
Before Tadashi could even get any words out, Kei shoved him against the wall, stunning him into silence. Some cleaning supplies rattled off the adjacent shelves, clattering onto the floor. But Kei barely acknowledged them, expression intense - pinned like this, all Tadashi could do was feel. Feel the way Kei stared him down, the tight clutch of his hands, the heavy breaths he was struggling to get out.
Everything about it sent Tadashi’s body into a panic, his own pulse flaring, hot terror suffusing down his spine. But…it felt good. Exhilarating. Like this, their height difference was even more pronounced than ever, glowing a helpless blush up Tadashi’s neck, his nose. He blinked up at Kei with wide eyes, lungs seizing like they were trying to gasp, but just didn’t have the air to.
“You want to know what’s actually ‘embarrassing?’” Kei hissed, utterly crimson. His hold on Tadashi seemed to grow tighter, the slow coil of a python. It’s not that Tadashi was suffocating. It was as if his whole body was shutting down under Kei’s touch, nothing lucid but the desperate whirl of his heartbeat. “What’s embarrassing is finding out my boyfriend’s waltzing around school, dressed like a total slut.”
“I-” Tadashi stammered. Nothing in his mind is working. Kei wasn’t being serious - Tadashi could tell. When it came to Kei, he could easily tell. But- but if he wasn’t being serious, then…? What…?
Everything logical in him screamed to shove Kei. But there was a new heat rising in Tadashi’s chest, whispering under his blood.
“I’m not- it’s just a joke, Tsukki.” He eventually tried, his voice trailing off to a whimper.
“Don’t play dumb,” Kei snapped, pressing even closer to Tadashi. It’s then that Tadashi finally felt how hard Kei was, straining against his sweatpants - shock snapped through Tadashi’s heart, so suddenly full that every vessel seemed aching to pop. “I can see exactly what you’re doing.”
“I don’t-” Tadashi bit his lip at the feeling of Kei against him, forcing his own hips to still. He still wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but all he wanted to do was throw his hands up and let Kei have his way with him. “I d-don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The stockings. The lip gloss. The stupid skirt,” Kei slid his leg between Tadashi’s thighs, the sudden relief of friction making Tadashi whine into his neck. “I don’t care what you’ve told yourself - you’re clearly showing off.”
“No, no, I-” Tadashi started to stammer, but it fell apart under a fluttery gasp. He clutched at the sides of Kei’s shirt, desperate. Nothing Kei was saying held any truth. It was all totally baseless, stupid. So why did Tadashi feel hot all over? Why did the ragged drag of Kei’s voice coax more and more arousal out of Tadashi, floating through every nerve, every limb? “Tsukki- please, I promise-”
“Is your boyfriend not giving you enough attention?” Kei sneered, tipping his head condescendingly. God, he looked so fucking good like that. Tadashi stared at him like an idiot, mouth dropped slightly. “Do you have to croon to every guy in school before you’re satisfied?”
Lunacy and arousal are not a good combination. Tadashi felt like he was losing brain cells by the second, his spine melting, his whole body blushing hotter and hotter with the thick daze of depravity. It was like he just couldn’t stay ahead whatever Kei was talking about, drowning in the senselessness of it all.
Moreover, it was also sexy. Really, really sexy. Tadashi trembled all over with arousal. Thrill fizzled into him like an effervescent tablet, happily obscuring all rational thought, all hopes of reasoning.
“...my- my boyfriend wouldn’t like what you’re doing…” He mumbled.
Tadashi didn’t know. He didn’t know who this hypothetical boyfriend he just made up was, and why it wasn’t just Kei. He didn’t know why he even said something so dumb. And Tadashi didn’t know why it was so inconceivably arousing to him, to both of them.
Kei didn’t say anything for a second, mildly taken aback. His pupils were dark, blown wide. Their heavy breaths seemed to be getting louder and louder, hotter and hotter - Tadashi swore he could feel condensation pooling on his cheekbones. He felt high, toeing the line of hysteria. He’d be swaying if Kei wasn’t holding him so tightly.
“I wonder what your boyfriend would think,” Kei eventually said - this close together, it was like every word, every slight waver of his inflection, filled all the space in Tadashi’s lungs. “If he saw the way you were dressed.”
“He…well, he doesn’t n-need to know.”
“Doesn’t he?” Kei ghosted his lips along Tadashi’s jaw, his ear, stirring little whimpers from Tadashi. “I feel like it’d be in my best interest to tell him.”
“No. It wouldn’t.”
“And why’s that?”
Panting, Tadashi slipped Kei into a desperate kiss, frantic, messy. His lips were still parted, still glossy, creating a filthy slide, the ease of it all scorchingly indecent. He couldn’t help but whine as he licked into Kei’s mouth, flushing at the little way Kei grinned against him. Hot saliva pooled between their tongues, thick and heavy, each trail of it stirring thoroughly in Tadashi’s chest. Every slight sound their lips made, every hitched noise Tadashi breathed when they parted, it all left him giddy, woozy, the two of them teetering as they kissed.
Slow, Kei crept a hand up Tadashi’s chest, dragging up his neck, before grasping Tadashi’s jaw. His hold is loose enough, but a cool air of control seemed to seep from his skin into Tadashi’s, sending delighted shivers up his spine.
“Is this what you do? Seduce people to get what you want?” Kei murmured. His lips shone with spit, and little lip gloss stains streaked his flushed face. The sight of it made Tadashi’s heart hammer. “How shameless.”
“That’s not- hah,” Tadashi tried to argue, but it fell out of him in a fluttery gasp when Kei pressed a smooth kiss to his neck, humid, thrilling. “O-oh…”
“You’re better off not talking, not unless you want people to hear us.” An air of smugness floated through Kei’s voice, hot on Tadashi’s skin. He laved his tongue in slow drags over Tadashi’s throat - the feeling of Tadashi’s pulse thumping against Kei is indescribable, sending instant bouts of dizziness through him. Tadashi had to blink hard to get his vision to steady.
A hand looped around Tadashi’s waist, pulling him somehow closer to Kei. Tadashi can practically feel his blood flush as Kei lapped a thick hickey onto his neck, slow, soft, a wet noise accenting the muggy bruise.
“N-no, no Tsukki…” Tadashi bleated, hands weakly coming up to nudge at Kei’s shoulders. “Not there…”
Kei only hummed at that, continuing to press hickey after hickey down the column of Tadashi’s neck, dappling them with luxurious coats of drool. “Do you not like it?”
“I-!”
“Because,” Kei pressed his thigh even tighter to Tadashi’s dick, satisfaction aching through him in waves. Tadashi couldn’t help the little way his hips jumped - the sight of his skirt billowing around Kei’s thigh made him want to shriek, delight and mania contorting to form some new kind of hysteria, one that he just didn’t have the nervous system to handle. “It really feels like you like it.”
Asshole! Trembling, Tadashi could do little else than let Kei have his way, panting, letting himself rock lightly onto Kei’s leg.
As senseless as it was to let Kei mark him up so brazenly, Tadashi loved it. He couldn’t get enough of it. Kei’s possessiveness…it was near-psychotic, yes, but it was usually quiet. Standing too close to Tadashi. Glaring at anyone else who looked their way. Chewing up all of Tadashi’s pencils and pens. When they hugged, Kei wouldn’t hold him too tight - instead, he’d keep them there until he’d synced their breathing together, leaving Tadashi to stumble away like his heart had been possessed.
So for Kei to be so unrestrained with his affections, to leave his mark so recklessly, it made Tadashi’s lungs swarm with butterflies. They fluttered into every space in his body, whirling hot air through him in circles, ceaselessly dizzy. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. All he could do was gasp and clutch at Kei, whimpering into his neck.
It felt good, being loved like this. Hot and unashamed. Like Kei didn’t care about anyone or anything else. Tadashi grinned into Kei’s skin - Kei loved him. And there was no stopping it.
“That’s right,” Kei muttered to him, patronizing, deliciously so. “Don’t waste your time with arguing. You aren’t good at it anyway.”
Cool hands slipped up Tadashi’s top, splaying, as though each finger was greedily ensuring its touch upon Tadashi’s skin. Kei cupped at Tadashi’s chest, squeezing the tight skin, the slim sinew. Tadashi’s own hands flitted to Kei’s wrists, an inane attempt to stop him, but all he really ended up doing was clutching at Kei’s arms to steady himself. It just felt so good. Not even just the feeling - there was a whip of humiliation to it all. He’d never been felt up like this before. Tadashi couldn't get his legs to stop shaking.
“Who walks around school with no bra?” Kei said, sneering.
“I-I just- I didn’t- hmn…!”
“If I was your boyfriend, I’d never let you walk around like this. Everyone would think they could help themselves to you.”
“I’m sorry-!” Tadashi gasped, clutching at Kei’s shoulders. He could feel Kei’s thumb dragging slow circles around his nipple, hot pools of heat floating up Tadashi’s stomach at every drag. “I- ah- I’m s-sorry, Tsukki.”
“You just love to show off,” Kei taunted, though he had a sick grin donned. He twisted lightly at Tadashi’s nipples, drawing out more and more stuttered moans from him, each pull leaving him weak with crazed rapture. “I guess it can’t be helped, though. You’re a whore. Getting everyone’s eyes on you, it’s all you know how to do.”
“Not every- no- mm!”
“Hm?”
“Just- just you, Tsukki,” Tadashi finally managed to babble, practically whining it into Kei’s neck. Kei’s eyes, Kei’s approval, Kei’s attention, it’s all Tadashi ever wanted. “I-I only- ah- I only do this for you, Tsukki...!”
For a beat, there’s no acknowledgement. Kei doesn’t say anything, just continuing to pull and push at Tadashi’s chest, his touch heated, relentless. Then there’s a soft, quiet kiss on the underside of Tadashi’s ear.
“Is that what all this is about?” Kei purred, hands slowly sliding back down Tadashi’s chest. “Is that all you want? My attention?”
Oh, that sweet tone of approval. Nobody else knew of it, reserved for Tadashi’s ears only. It felt so deliriously good to hear it. Tadashi nodded wildly, hair fluttering around his face.
“And you thought slutting yourself out to everyone was the way to go about it?”
“I-I didn’t know what else to do, Tsukki…”
Kei petted his knuckles over Tadashi’s neck. Anywhere else, it’d be soothing. But Tadashi could feel it - a hum of possessiveness in his knuckles, his blood raring to claim Tadashi all for himself. The thought made Tadashi’s eyes flutter shut, relishing in the touch, in the secret language that their pulses seemed to whisper to each other.
“I guess it can’t be helped. Whores aren’t known for their sharp thinking, are they?” He snickered to himself. It’s the best noise. Tadashi would die for it. He clamoured for it now, craning to kiss Kei again, jaw lax and tongue wetter than ever, sliding easily against Kei’s. A hot run-off trailed through every crevice in Tadashi’s spine, his heart pounding as Kei slid his hands over his hips, petting over the tent his skirt was pitching.
Kei trailed a finger over the length of Tadashi’s dick, touch delicate, casual, rubbing careful circles at the tip. Tadashi’s jaw dropped against Kei’s, weak, helpless to it all. There was nothing else, nothing in the world but the way Kei kissed him, the way he touched him.
Tadashi could feel little drops of pre-cum start to seep through his briefs, hot, devastatingly sensitive. He whimpered at Kei’s faint touch, humping weakly against him
“Does your boyfriend get you this wet?” Kei hummed, hands slipping under Tadashi’s skirt, the pressure minute but good. Tadashi could die, trembling helplessly around Kei’s thigh. “Or are you just like this all the time?”
“You, Tsukki-” Tadashi gasped against Kei’s mouth, panting. He couldn’t resist sucking at Kei’s jaw, kissing a humid hickey at the underside, thrilling at the little sigh Kei breathed, at the way he leaned his head into it. “Only- because of, ah, you.”
If he had it his way, Tadashi would continue to lave desperate hickies down Kei’s throat. But Kei tilted them into another kiss, messy, his hands dipping up Tadashi’s skirt to finally drag his dick out. Kei trailed his hand up Tadashi’s dick in slow slides, slender fingers easily splaying down the length of it.
His careful pace was not to draw out pleasure. Maybe that’d be the case with a sane person, but Kei never did anything sane. No, Kei’s movements were deliberate, pointed - every meticulous drag was a clear demonstration of control. As though Tadashi’s orgasm was a physical thing that Kei held above his head, mockingly swinging it to and fro at his own leisure.
Tadashi loved it. He loved it more than anything else. It was better than breathing, than being alive. Take me, take me, take me.
All of Kei’s movements moved in a particular rhythm - each kiss, each drag, each ruck of his thigh against Tadashi - all of it compounding into an overwhelming cascade of pleasure, washing over Tadashi again and again, his heart rising high. Every whimper meant that more drool spilled from their lips, dripping in hot sputters onto Tadashi’s dick, Kei’s knuckles, each drop hot and thrilling.
The skirt was starting to get in the way, sticking uncomfortably to Tadashi’s dick. Regrettably, Tadashi dragged himself off Kei’s lips, breathing hard as he fumbled at the fabric.
“U-um…hold on,” Tadashi muttered, mostly to himself. Unsure, he took hold of the hem of the skirt, lifting it up shyly to get it out of the way. “It’s probably e-easier like this, right?”
He’d done entirely out of convenience, but when Tadashi blinked up at Kei, all he saw was stun, shock, his cheeks even redder now. His clutch on Tadashi’s dick faltered for a beat. Tadashi swallowed uncertainly.
“God,” Kei breathed, pressing his forehead to Tadashi’s. “You really have no idea what you look like, do you?”
“Wh-” But before Tadashi could even start to wonder what Kei meant, he shuddered under Kei’s hand, breath hitching as Kei suddenly started pumping him faster and faster. It was so much easier now, so easy, and the suddenness of it made every hot climb of arousal seem to seep deeper and deeper into Tadashi. There’s nothing Tadashi can do but quiver, moans rising so fast that they barely came up as more than little squeaks. His skirt shook in his hands.
“Keep your skirt up.” Kei huffed, hot against Tadashi’s lips.
“T-too fast, Tsu-kki!” Tadashi mumbled, biting his lip. It felt too good to even move his hips anymore, Tadashi doing little else than trembling onto Kei, dripping pre-cum all over the front of his shirt. “I can’t- you’re gonna make me cum-!”
“That’s right,” Unsurprisingly, Kei didn’t relent in the slightest. As a matter of fact, he seemed to be moving faster, lewd sounds filling the small room, hot and wet and deliriously good. “This is a-all it takes for you. Just my hand.”
“Hmn- Tsukki-!”
“Don’t think about anything else,” Kei muttered, words jittery, composure falling apart as he watched Tadashi tremble closer and closer to his orgasm. “D-don’t focus on anything else.”
Tadashi’s hands were wringing at his skirt now, desperate for purchase, for stability. It was unfair for Kei not to be kissing him, but his voice sounded so good like that - rough with desperation, graceless under the tides of insanity. Telling Tadashi what to do, who he was, cutting off the perceivable world until all that was left was their little janitor’s closet. Tadashi loved it.
“You’re too pretty, ‘Dashi,” Panting now, Kei mumbled against Tadashi’s cheek, his hand fucking faster and faster around Tadashi. “It’s not right. Only I should get to see this. But everyone got to see you too. T-hat’s not right at all.”
“I’m- s-so sorry, Tsukki, I- ah, ah-!”
“But nobody else gets to see you cum,” Kei breathed hotly, grinning. “That’s- hn, that’s just for me.”
Tadashi couldn’t think anymore, squeezing his eyes shut to stop them from rolling. All he could do was nod hastily, over and over, his mind too hijacked to tell himself to stop. Holding back was unthinkable now.
“So cum, ‘Dashi. Let me see you,” Kei’s glasses had long-since skewed on his nose, teetering dangerously. But he just looked hotter. How could someone so unkempt know exactly what he wanted? And how he was going to get it? The thought made Tadashi whimper, overwhelmed. “I wanna see what’s mine.”
Shaking, Tadashi scrabbled for Kei’s shoulders, holding on for dear life as he came, whimpering as rope after rope of cum snaked between them, slicking over Tadashi’s skirt, his thigh highs, the front of Kei’s sweatpants. His legs seemed to melt into uselessness - if it weren’t for Kei, Tadashi would’ve fallen right over. Kei’s hand barely slowed, bleeding Tadashi dry, squeezing out his orgasm for all it was worth, as though thoroughly assuring that every nerve in Tadashi’s body was spent.
When the trembles finally started to ebb, Kei moved his hand to Tadashi’s back instead, steadying, swaying them slightly as Tadashi struggled to stand up properly.
“...how…are w-we supposed to walk out like this…?” Tadashi mumbled into Kei’s chest, relishing in the way Kei dragged his chin over his head.
“It’s a janitor’s closet. I’m sure we’ll find something.”
Humming, Tadashi tilted his head, letting Kei kiss him on the cheek. “Why did we do that, Tsukki?”
“Because you like it,” Kei thought for a moment. Gaudy lip gloss stains dappled his face - Tadashi bit back a snort. “Because I like it, too.”
Tadashi gestured to his sullied skirt. “You really like this…?”
“I mean, I’d like it better if it never left our rooms,” Kei said, cheeks puffing up, peevish. “But you do look nice.”
Grinning, Tadashi felt at the obvious tent in Kei’s sweatpants. It drew out a little shiver, just barely noticeable in Kei’s shoulders. “Just ‘nice,’ Tsukki?”
Kei raised an eyebrow at him, though his scarlet face betrayed any disinterest he may have been faking. “How about you come over to mine, and I’ll think of some different descriptors?”
“That sounds a bit like homework.”
“Are you setting me up for a ‘do me’ joke?”
“Is it working?” Tadashi spluttered when Kei bit his cheek, teasing. “I guess the festival’s basically over now…”
“Oh no. What a shame. What fun and festivities we have missed out on,” Kei said blankly, stirring even more snickers from Tadashi. “Come on. Let’s see if we can get ourselves halfway presentable.”
They dabbed at each other with assorted rags, dumping them in a bucket of mopwater that smelled hopefully of bleach. There wasn’t really a way for Tadashi to hide his hickies - Kei took out the clasp in Tadashi’s hair, fluffing it up to more-or-less conceal them.
“Pretty,” Kei murmured. He pressed a quiet kiss Tadashi’s cheek, on the same spot where he’d bit him. “You know, when you look like this, no-one would think twice if they saw us holding hands.”
It’s not as though Kei and Tadashi didn’t ever hold hands, but admittedly, they’d always done it under some thick layer of privacy - during evening walks when nobody was out, in their bedrooms after dark, under their blankets at sleepaway camps. It was a nice change, having their hands laced in broad daylight. It felt like the sun was warmer now, the air happier, the street quiet save for the music that ebbed from their shared earbuds. Tadashi couldn’t stop glancing over at Kei, smiling happily.
Kei caught one of these glances - a little smile tugged at his own lips. “What?”
Tadashi’s eyes drifted momentarily, glancing at the hickey on Kei’s jaw that he hadn’t alerted him to. He shrugged, grinning.
“Nothing, Tsukki.”