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The voice coming from the speaker of Mikey’s phone laughed, making the man tighten the grip around his dick at the heavenly sound. Haruchiyo’s laughter was just so… 

Perfect and sensual.

It was an old video interview, still one of his favourites when it came to being a background noise for his nighttime sessions. Jerking off before sleep helped him to go down better than any sleeping pill, and made his head less messy the following day too. 

The idol’s voice coming from the device was low and relaxed in this one; scheduled in the early morning, the talk about his dance routines made the pink-haired idol sound like a god of sex. The entire internet loved the management for that move at the time.

What mattered the most, was that over the years of supporting his idol, Mikey has perfected muting the actual words and focusing just on the tremble of Haruchiyo’s voice, how the consonants fell off his lips, and the way he inhaled before starting a new sentence. 

In the end, those were the things that actually fueled Mikey’s fantasies. To imagine his idol whispering into his ear, as if it was really him and not merely a phone dropped on the pillow next to his head. 

Haruchiyo. 

Haruchiyo encouraging him to pick up the pace of his hand. “Don’t stop, babe.” 

He whined and arched his back when Haruchiyo laughed again, Mikey’s heels digging into the mattress. (It was probably caused by a lame joke that the host made. Hard to tell, it’s been ages since Mikey listened to the full version instead of the cropped one that omitted all of the host's lines.)

“Would you like me to help?”

“Yes.”

Fuck.

Never stopping to play with his dick, Mikey brought his other hand up, dragging his fingers against his chest, catching his nails against the left nipple, but he wasn’t really in the mood for that. No. His hand ventured higher, against his collarbones and a racing pulse point. He would love for Haruchiyo to grab his neck, but he had already tried doing it on his own, and it didn’t do it.

Instead, he caught his fingertips against his lower lip and moaned, imagining the faint taste of salt would belong to someone else.

“Suck on them and I’ll finger you afterwards. How does it sound?”

He would prefer to suck on a dildo and imagine he was sucking Haruchiyo off, but it was too much of a hassle to move and get one. Yet it felt heavenly to have his mouth occupied even like that, as he focused on Haruchiyo taking a break mid-sentence to breathe.

“So good for me, Mikey.”

Fuck. 

That little shouldn’t be enough, and yet just imagining his name out of Haruchiyo’s mouth made him topple over.

Mikey’s chest was heaving as he wiped his hands against the bedding and turned to the side to stop the video. The interview came to an end and started replaying automatically, so when he pressed the pause button, it showcased Haruchiyo’s profile as he greeted the host with a radiant smile.

Absolutely unaware of Mikey’s existence. 

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“You know I’m not a girl, right?” — was the only thing Chifuyu could mutter when Baji moved his lips lower from his lips, to his jaw, his neck, and pulled at his t-shirt to…

They’ve been making out for the past half an hour already. But this was fine. Kissing your best friend (that Chifuyu crushed very hard on) was okay because it was just that. 

Just kissing. 

Passionate, full of tongue, filling the air with quiet moans and rustle of their clothes.

Just kissing that was supposed to kill some time and relax them from the most boring history homework. (Their notebooks were still open on the low table, untouched since Baji decided he was bored and he wanted to do something fun for a change.)

Just kissing that forced Chifuyu to twist his fingers in the hem of his T-shirt and to pull it down to hide that this little was enough to make him embarrassingly hard.

The fabric was protecting his dignity and he was being robbed of it now, because his captain decided he wanted to touch him. But wasn’t that something you did with a girl? Sneaking your hand under the shirt to touch upon soft boobs or something. Boys were supposed to like this; Chifuyu was never interested though, and Baji was confused sometimes, so maybe that was part of his behaviour right now.

“Obviously?”

Like there was anything obvious in that.

Except he didn’t show any confusion running his fingers down Chifuyu’s flat, and now naked, chest. Tracing some invisible patterns against the pale skin, making his vice feel like his bones would dissolve any second now.

“I heard guys like having their chest played with too, y’know?” mused Baji, making small circles with his thumbs around Chifuyu’s nipples. The younger boy bit down on his lower lip to stay quiet.

He didn’t know. But the motion brought an electric jolt running down his spine, so there could be some truth in that statement. And he thanked all celestial beings that he would learn it with his captain.

Biting down his moans, he couldn’t reply or protest; he could only arch his back into the touches and squeeze his thighs together, as if that could somehow help to hide the tent in front of his pants.

“You seem to like it, Fuyu.” The low whisper made the blush rush to Chifuyu’s cheeks instantly. His eyes flew open—he didn’t even realise when he closed them— and he tried to pull away, but Baji-san was faster. One of his arms immediately flew to circle around Chifuyu’s back and to hold him in place.

“It’s…” 

…it was awfully close that their faces were right now. 

…it was utterly embarrassing to see the smirk on Baji’s face when he moved his eyes from Chifuyu’s hard-on to his face.

…it was absolutely true that he liked it.

…and it was unreal, happening in slow motion, when Baji-san ducked his head to lick and suck on his left nipple.

Chifuyu’s mouth was still open from when he tried to come up with some justification for himself, when he tried to lie his way out of being horny for his captain to a dangerous extent. 

That’s why there was no way for him to stop the yelp that came when the wet hotness reached his chest. To stop a… 

…whatever that sound was that escaped his lips when Baji pinned him down. 

…whatever nonsense that left his mouth when Baji asked him if he should stop, slowly kissing his way down Chifuyu’s torso..

…and eventually a pathetic whine when his captain reached to pop the button of Chifuyu’s pants.

“Baji-san~” 

The silence that fell in the room after that was almost palpable. Chifuyu covered his face with both his hands, too ashamed of what just happened to even look at his friend, his captain, his crush. 

“Sorry,” he muttered, feeling the tears of shame gather in his eyes. 

Baji-san didn’t even really touch him yet!

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His stomach was sticky when he hugged himself closer to Haruchiyo’s body. So was the rest of his body, glistening in the dim light with a thin layer of sweat. 

A different kind of sticky.

If it was up to Mikey, they could stay like that forever. Or until Haruchiyo remembered that he hated to be sweaty like that, and the cons of staying dirty outweighed the pros of cuddling.

He giggled at the thought, and somehow that earned him a forehead kiss before his boyfriend tiredly dropped back against the pillows. 

“One more,” he demanded playfully, craning his neck and tilting his head forward.

Haruchiyo groaned and very slowly propped himself onto his elbow to peck at Mikey’s forehead again.

“Better?” He asked and fixed a stray strand of blond hair behind Mikey’s ear.

Yeah.

“Much better.”

“Do you want me to bring us some water?” Despite the question, it was obvious that moving was the last thing on Haruchiyo’s mind right now so Mikey just shook his head and nuzzled his face into the crook of his boyfriend’s neck.

Cuddles came first.

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He shouldn’t have come here.

But he had to, because his brain had been itching to make sure Mikey was okay. That Mikey was still there. That Mikey was alive.

It was one of those days when just staring at the photographs wasn’t enough. Pictures on his phone weren’t cutting it.

He needed to actually see his King.

To see his chest rise and fall as he breathed.

To actually hear his breath and maybe his laughter as Mikey played some video games, if Sanzu was lucky.

The plan didn’t count on Draken being there too; buried balls deep into Mikey's body. Big hands groping at their Leader’s ass without a heed, canting his hips, clearly focused just on getting them both off.

Should Sanzu consider himself lucky to hear his King’s gasp and moans if they were accompanied by the name he hated? 

“Ken-chin~” Mikey heaved. He lolled his head, and even from his place on the other side of the cracked open window, Sanzu could see the blond hair fan over the pillow. “Faster.”

If it were him, he would take his sweet time. 

If it were him, he would make sure Mikey would moan deliciously and kiss those sounds from his lips.

Inside the garage, in Mikey’s room, the bed creaked when Draken adjusted their positions. Sanzu was focused on his King’s face. On the way that his eyes rolled to the back of his skull when his lover reached something deep within him. 

On the way that his mouth opened to form a “there!”

On the way that his fingers grasped the sheets.

On the way that his back arched.

Hating the one who made his King vulnerable like that.

And himself for not being able to turn on his heel and leave.

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“Jesus, you’re like a little kid.” Draken sighed and looked around, trying to locate a napkin holder to clean Mikey’s face that was currently smeared in Nutella.

“Huh?” The blonde looked up from his crepe, blissfully unaware of the mess he was making of himself. Sure, his fingers were covered in some juice, but that always happened when you had food from street vendors.

A circle of life or something.

Eventually, Draen had to realise that the crepe stall didn’t actually offer napkins for their customers. He cursed himself mentally for not predicting that Mikey would make a mess of himself. All those years of accompanying Mikey, and he still would forget to bring tissues with him!

They could easily buy some tissues, wet wipes even, at the closest kombini, but it felt wrong to allow his friend to walk down the streets of Tokyo with his right cheek covered in chocolate.

While he kept on having an internal crisis over what to do, Mikey hummed, chewing on the last bite of his crepe.

“I wanna go to the arcade next!” he mumbled around, still having his mouth full; it was only years of experience that allowed Draken to actually distinguish words. As if realising that his speech was unclear, Mikey swallowed and gasped for breath. “ARCADE.”

“Yes, yes.”

When lacking a specific tool, you can always use your hands— with that in mind, Draken reached over the table to wipe Mikey’s cheek with his thumb. He didn’t, however, anticipate that his friend’s eyes would light up at the sight of more chocolate and that he would happily, and with no warning whatsoever, wrap his lips around Draken’s thumb.

A yelp that left his mouth at the sudden contact was absolutely organic, but all that it earned him was Mikey looking up at him motionlessly. Like a cat.

And when their eyes met, that little rascal sucked. Bobbed his head and, not even blinking, wrapped his tongue around Draken’s digit, moaning quietly. 

Draken was left frozen. He knew very well that the alley was empty; he looked around in search of that napkin barely seen 30 seconds before, so he knew. No one would see Mikey hollowing his cheeks and swallowing his thumb deeper.

No one would see the blush on Draken's face that his leader’s ministrations brought him. And definitely no one would know that he liked them.

Eventually, after what seemed like forever, Mikey pulled away, making sure to drag the flat of his tongue against the entire length of Draken’s thumb, and then he licked his lips.

“You had some chocolate there, Ken-chin.” Mikey smiled and, as if nothing had happened, he pulled out a package of wet wipes from his pocket, offering one to his friend.