No Resistance (oneshot, Subaru/Yasu)
When Subaru shoves hand in his baggy pants, he knows perfectly well it’s not a good thing to do. No matter what is happening, the urge to masturbate in a bus full of people, in the middle of travel from the one place of concert to another, is just purely wrong. Even though he’s sitting on the very same back, occupying two of the five seats, his back pressed to the cold window, it’s still more than unsafe to do such a thing without worrying about being caught. Which would be awfully embarrassing (even for Subaru, because despite the popular belief, he tends to get embarrassed about things connected with sexuality too), especially that there is just one backseat separating him and Yasu, who sleeps quite soundly (but of course not as much as, for example, Ryo).
But it’s nobody else but Yasu who’s sight makes Subaru do such a stupid thing. Oh, of course, Subaru saw him sleeping millions of times already, and none of them made him grab his hardened erection which is literally itching right now; but this time is quite different. Because Yasu, who’s stretched so much that he’s almost touching Subaru with his toes, is obviously very absorbed in whatever it is that he dreams about. And it’s reactions of his body that make Subaru so uncomfortable, because one second he squirms quietly, just under his breath, but loud enough for Subaru to hear, and in the next his toes are curling, as if he’s in some kind of deep pleasure, Subaru almost feeling these small movements on his own legs’ skin.
And he can’t behave, because these small things, together with head trashing softly from side to side, and knitted brows, and parted lips, and Subaru’s wild imagination, make him feel hot, and bothered, and everything but not calm and sleepy. So he fists his cock, irritated by a material of his pants that limits his movements, but not willing to give up just by such a small obstacle. By now he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts and images, prompting him what it could be that Yasu dreams about; and how Subaru would make him squirm like that, curling his toes, parting his lips - because he’s sure he could do that, if only there was a chance to do so, any sign he’s allowed to, even the smallest hint.
Subaru can feel his orgasm on the back of his tongue, when there is a sudden kick of Yasu’s leg, and he can feel (because he’s not able to open his eyes, not now) him jumping on his seat; he knows he most probably just woke up, and it’s more than sure the first thing his eyes landed on was Subaru, shamelessly masturbating himself in front of him - but he denies to look back, too ashamed, too absorbed, too everything.
And he’s not even sure how much time passed, when he can feel another movement, the mattress of seats dipping softly, giving him a hint somebody’s moving closer. But there’s no time to think about it, to even consider thinking, because the next thing that occurs is much more interesting - so much that his eyes snaps open, momentarily locating the head full of blonde curls bowed in front of him, eyes staring at him intensely.
It’s so weird, so embarrassingly arousing, that he’s not even sure if it’s right or wrong thing anymore; it doesn’t seem moral or good, but on the other hand - it’d be a blasphemy to call it a bad experience. Especially when these slightly cold fingers, its tips a little bit rough, are grabbing his hips and steadying them in place, when his hot breath hits his erection, just to be replaced with blissful wetness and warmness in the next second.
Subaru can’t stop his hips shooting up, claiming more of his mouth, his hand tucking into messy curls, fingers twisting them to the point when it could be painful. But Yasu doesn’t react to that, slowly working on Subaru’s cock, only more eager, tongue curling around the head. He’s very careful, careful to not make any sounds that could possibly wake up the others and give them a wrong idea. Well, maybe the idea would be right, but Yasu’s not sure if they’d like to live with such an awareness.
It doesn’t take much for Subaru to come, Yasu’s name on his lips in a silent scream; Yasu doesn’t move back when the thick trickle of Subaru’s cum hits the back of his throat, patiently taking everything he has to give him. Subaru can’t tell if it’s because of his thoughtfulness and carefulness to not make much mess, or maybe because of a simple wish, but it’s not like he cares in this moment. Of course, it’d be great to know Yasu didn’t mind this and he did it because he wanted to, not because he had to - but either way is fine with him, especially now that he got what he needed, and it was more than awesome and mind-blowing.
When Yasu lifts up his head, just enough for them to make an eye-contact, even though it’s completely dark - the only source of light being the streetlamps they’re passing by - Subaru can perfectly see how shiny Yasu’s eyes are, the look telling him more than any words could. It’s okay, Shibuyan, he can sense Yasu says to him. It’s okay, we can come back to this tomorrow.
And they will, Subaru thinks, when he slides down on his seat, holding Yasu and wriggling around to make him some room to sleep right next to him. Yasu ends up laying with his one hand and one leg hooked over Subaru’s body, the seats too narrow to fit in both of them; and they sleep just like that, because it’s not like just one blowjob can destroy that deep bond between them.
And they both know that even if they won’t come up with some good excuse for that incident, they still can consider it as a payback for that little favour Subaru did to Yasu a few weeks ago after one of their concerts.
But it’s nobody else but Yasu who’s sight makes Subaru do such a stupid thing. Oh, of course, Subaru saw him sleeping millions of times already, and none of them made him grab his hardened erection which is literally itching right now; but this time is quite different. Because Yasu, who’s stretched so much that he’s almost touching Subaru with his toes, is obviously very absorbed in whatever it is that he dreams about. And it’s reactions of his body that make Subaru so uncomfortable, because one second he squirms quietly, just under his breath, but loud enough for Subaru to hear, and in the next his toes are curling, as if he’s in some kind of deep pleasure, Subaru almost feeling these small movements on his own legs’ skin.
And he can’t behave, because these small things, together with head trashing softly from side to side, and knitted brows, and parted lips, and Subaru’s wild imagination, make him feel hot, and bothered, and everything but not calm and sleepy. So he fists his cock, irritated by a material of his pants that limits his movements, but not willing to give up just by such a small obstacle. By now he’s too wrapped up in his thoughts and images, prompting him what it could be that Yasu dreams about; and how Subaru would make him squirm like that, curling his toes, parting his lips - because he’s sure he could do that, if only there was a chance to do so, any sign he’s allowed to, even the smallest hint.
Subaru can feel his orgasm on the back of his tongue, when there is a sudden kick of Yasu’s leg, and he can feel (because he’s not able to open his eyes, not now) him jumping on his seat; he knows he most probably just woke up, and it’s more than sure the first thing his eyes landed on was Subaru, shamelessly masturbating himself in front of him - but he denies to look back, too ashamed, too absorbed, too everything.
And he’s not even sure how much time passed, when he can feel another movement, the mattress of seats dipping softly, giving him a hint somebody’s moving closer. But there’s no time to think about it, to even consider thinking, because the next thing that occurs is much more interesting - so much that his eyes snaps open, momentarily locating the head full of blonde curls bowed in front of him, eyes staring at him intensely.
It’s so weird, so embarrassingly arousing, that he’s not even sure if it’s right or wrong thing anymore; it doesn’t seem moral or good, but on the other hand - it’d be a blasphemy to call it a bad experience. Especially when these slightly cold fingers, its tips a little bit rough, are grabbing his hips and steadying them in place, when his hot breath hits his erection, just to be replaced with blissful wetness and warmness in the next second.
Subaru can’t stop his hips shooting up, claiming more of his mouth, his hand tucking into messy curls, fingers twisting them to the point when it could be painful. But Yasu doesn’t react to that, slowly working on Subaru’s cock, only more eager, tongue curling around the head. He’s very careful, careful to not make any sounds that could possibly wake up the others and give them a wrong idea. Well, maybe the idea would be right, but Yasu’s not sure if they’d like to live with such an awareness.
It doesn’t take much for Subaru to come, Yasu’s name on his lips in a silent scream; Yasu doesn’t move back when the thick trickle of Subaru’s cum hits the back of his throat, patiently taking everything he has to give him. Subaru can’t tell if it’s because of his thoughtfulness and carefulness to not make much mess, or maybe because of a simple wish, but it’s not like he cares in this moment. Of course, it’d be great to know Yasu didn’t mind this and he did it because he wanted to, not because he had to - but either way is fine with him, especially now that he got what he needed, and it was more than awesome and mind-blowing.
When Yasu lifts up his head, just enough for them to make an eye-contact, even though it’s completely dark - the only source of light being the streetlamps they’re passing by - Subaru can perfectly see how shiny Yasu’s eyes are, the look telling him more than any words could. It’s okay, Shibuyan, he can sense Yasu says to him. It’s okay, we can come back to this tomorrow.
And they will, Subaru thinks, when he slides down on his seat, holding Yasu and wriggling around to make him some room to sleep right next to him. Yasu ends up laying with his one hand and one leg hooked over Subaru’s body, the seats too narrow to fit in both of them; and they sleep just like that, because it’s not like just one blowjob can destroy that deep bond between them.
And they both know that even if they won’t come up with some good excuse for that incident, they still can consider it as a payback for that little favour Subaru did to Yasu a few weeks ago after one of their concerts.