When dreams come true (FumaKen one shot)
Title: When Dreams Come True
Pairing/Characters: Kikuchi Fuma/Nakajima Kento
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Notes: written for the je_wakamono exchange for h_itoshi
Summary: Fuma has these dreams haunting him. A strange guy comes into his dreams, seduces him, and shares erotic nights with him…and soon Fuma suffers from lack of sleep…
It wasn't the first time that Fuma woke up early in the morning, his shirt soaking wet, some drops of sweat running down his forehead. These strange dreams had been haunting him for weeks now.
There was this strange guy he had never seen before, and he was talking with him as if it was for real. It sounded like a cry for help, but he never said it directly. He guided Fuma through various labyrinths and dungeons, but he never said that he was in danger.
After days without proper sleep, Fuma got weaker and weaker. He had a feeling as if he was about to fall asleep when he was eating, studying or even in the middle of talking with a friend.
“Are you listening to me?”
Fuma looked up at his younger brother.
“Sorry, Yo-chan,” he yawned. “It's been a stressful week.”
“Yeah, of course,” Yo rolled his eyes. “Somehow I don’t believe this,” he added.
Fuma seriously considered telling his brother about the dreams, but he was afraid that Yo would call him crazy. He needed to find out if there was a deeper meaning to this dream.
~~~
Days at university could be really exhausting and extremely long. Fuma yawned and stretched his limbs. He'd sat there for hours, reading his notes again and again, but there was no chance that he’d memorize it for the exam next week.
“You already read it twice. I think you’ll get the best mark from all of us if you keep on studying like this.” Shori smiled at him.
They were childhood friends and normally Fuma liked the other's accompany, but today he preferred staying along.
“You can stay, but just because you have my life elixir,” Fuma said. He took the cup of coffee from Shori and took a big sip. The hot liquid was running down his throat and for a moment he felt relived, even though this was probably just his imagination.
Shori let himself fall on the chair next to Fuma and leaned his head on his hands. “What happened to you? You look terrible.” Shori tilted his head.
“Thanks,” Fuma said. “You are too nice to me.”
“I am not sure if two litre of coffee, intravenous, would help to make you feel better. How long did you stay up last night?” Shori pointed at the coffee cup. He had a smile curling around his lips, but it was more of a worried one.
“That’s the strange thing,” Fuma started with a sigh. “I don’t stay up long, but I have these dreams haunting me. And it’s always the same person appearing in this dream.”
“Oh, don’t tell me Taylor Swift is naked in your bed in your dreams and that’s why you can’t sleep?” Shori joked.
“Stupid,” Fuma grumbled. “Of course it’s not.”
“And what is it?”
“If you didn’t interrupt me all the time, I would be able to tell you.” Fuma was starting to get annoyed already.
Fuma waited some moments, but Shori seemed to have understood and kept silent. “There is this strange guy. He tells me to follow him into labyrinths and caves, like he is searching for something. And when I finally reach him, it mostly ends in … you know … mind-blowing things.” Fuma was sure that he blushed right in this moment.
“You mean it ends in having body contact with this guy?”
Now Fuma had to laugh. Neither he nor Shori were prudish, but their descriptions of having sex were just too funny for him.
“Yes,” Fuma finally answered.
Shori looked at him intensely before he said something. “I also want to have hot sex-dreams with a stranger. Why do such things never happen to me?”
Fuma smacked the other’s head playfully. “Idiot.” Fuma leaned back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I am really fucking tired,” he said.
“Or you are tired because of fucking?” Shori tried to sidestep but Fuma’s hand was faster and smacked him once again on his forehead.
“Let’s hope I get rid of these dreams soon, otherwise I might die because of tiredness,” Fuma sighed. Every bone in his body hurt and every movement made him feel much more just how tired he was.
“I would love to see what this guy looks like. It’s sad that he is just your imagination,” Shori said.
“He is pretty good looking.” Fuma didn’t know why he started talking about that guy again. Actually, he wanted to get rid of the pictures from his dreams, but this guy was ghosting around in his mind all day long. “He has a mesmerizing smile and gorgeous eyes.”
“I really want to see a picture, maybe you can draw him once?” Shori asked.
Fuma looked at him. He never thought of drawing this guy, but he wasn’t bad in portraying people, so maybe he’d give it a try. “I’ll try it.”
~~~
Fuma stood up when he heard someone calling his name. He knew it was just a dream, but it felt so damn real. He walked out of his room. He was on a lawn. It was sunny and already pretty hot outside.
Fuma was still in his pyjamas, but he didn’t care about that. He heard the voice he was already used to hearing in his dreams. “Follow me.”
And so he did. When he reached two weeping willows, he could already see the guy leaning against one of them, waiting for him.
“Who are you?” Fuma asked.
The guy just smiled at him, his hand running over Fuma’s neck. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
The guy stepped a little closer till Fuma could feel his breath tickling his neck. “I am just someone who makes your dreams more interesting.”
Before Fuma could react to these words, he already felt the guy's lips on his, kissing him. Fuma wanted to push the other away, but when he felt the stranger’s body pressing against his, he almost forgot about his own name. This guy was mind simply blowing. Fuma’s legs felt like jelly and he tried to lean against the tree to keep himself from falling.
Fuma could feel the other biting into his lips playfully before he deepened the kiss. Fuma pulled on the man’s waist to get him closer to his body - resisting was pointless, because he knew he wouldn’t get away from this situation, and in the end he didn’t want to get away. It felt right and just perfect how it was in this moment.
Fuma’s tongue danced around the other’s. Fuma tried to feel every inch of the other man. His kiss was sweet but also demanding and he was pushing to get more from Fuma.
Fuma stepped backwards to look at the man’s face. His cheeks were deep red and his breath was fast. Fuma let his fingers wander over the man’s cheeks. “What’s your name?”
“Kento.” the guy smiled at him.
Fuma leaned closer and let his lips wander over Kento’s neck, leaving some kisses light as butterflies here and there. “That’s a beautiful name.”
“You never asked about my name before, why today?” Kento wanted to know.
Fuma looked up. That was right, he never asked before. In the end this was just a dream, he knew that, but when he was in the middle of touching Kento, it felt like it was reality. “Don’t know,” he said.
Kento smiled at him. It was the most mesmerizing smile he had ever seen. “I think words aren’t needed around here, right?”
Fuma swallowed hard. He knew what would come next and he could feel his heart beat faster and his blood started rushing through his veins.
Fuma always forgot about everything when Kento let his hands roam over his body, touching the almost too sensitive skin on his neck. With feather light touches he let goose bumps appear on Fuma’s skin. “You like that? “ he said.
“Mhm, a lot,“ Fuma just barely got the words out. He tilted his head to the right when he felt Kento’s lips exploring his neck. He moaned shortly when Kento bit into his skin more or less playful.
Fuma tried finding something to hold on to when Kento’s hand wandered over his belly and stopped right on his crotch. “I guess you are a little bit excited?” Kento grinned evilly.
“You are a fucking tease,” Fuma returned, a smile curling around his lips.
“You know,” Kento said while he was rubbing his hand more fiercely over Fuma’s crotch, “I wonder if you are lying in your bed, as hard as you are here in your dream right now.”
Fuma started moving his hips to get more of the friction he felt in this moment. He didn’t even think about the fact that this was just a dream anymore. It felt too real to be just a dream.
“No, I am pretty much sure that you are aroused right now. I affect you even in reality, right? You think about me? About how you fuck me in your dreams?”
“Maybe,” Fuma said. He'd had enough of talking about dream or reality and pushed Kento back against the tree behind them, his hips rubbing against Kento’s. “I think you are also just a little bit aroused.” Fuma smiled at Kento.
“Who wouldn’t be?” Kento just shrugged his shoulders.
Fuma let the other open his pants to pull them down together with his underwear. By now Fuma knew that Kento wasn’t the type of guy who talked a lot before having sex - he just went in for it and got right to the point. There wasn’t much space for foreplay or romantic behaviour, because on the one hand Fuma could wake up every second and in the middle of something really important like fucking the hell out of Kento, and on the other hand Fuma didn’t even know if this was a romantic relationship - it was just a dream after all.
Fuma touched Kento’s head when Kento let himself fall down to his knees. Kento took Fuma’s cock in his hands and started stroking it. First just a little bit to drive Fuma crazy, before he took a stronger hold of it and jerked him off faster.
Fuma let out some soft moans.
“You like it?” Kento asked.
“Yes, I love it,” Fuma admitted honestly.
“What else would you like?” Kento wanted to know.
Fuma looked down at Kento, and for one moment he got caught in the other one’s dark eyes. He could really fall for this guy, if he’d been real and not just a weird imagination of Fuma. “I would love it if you’d suck me off,” Fuma said with a husky voice.
Kento didn’t answer. He just smiled at him and let his tongue trail over Fuma’s dick. Fuma felt as if he was about to explode when he felt Kento’s tongue exploring his cock, licking up and down, nibbling here and there, before he finally took him into his mouth.
Fuma felt the urge to move his hips into this tight heat, but he didn’t want to force Kento to do anything he didn’t want to - even though he wouldn’t hurt him for real, Kento was just a dream after all.
“You can move,” Kento said, as if he could read Fuma’s mind. “It’s okay for me,” he added.
Fuma curled some of Kento’s hair between his fingers. He waited till Kento opened his mouth to take Fuma’s cock back into his mouth. Slowly Fuma started moving. He didn’t want to push Kento, but the urge to find release rose in him. His movements got faster, and when he felt the tip of his cock reach Kento’s throat, he felt as if he was ready to explode. His orgasm was close, and Fuma knew he wouldn’t last long anymore.
Right at this moment Kento released his cock and stood up to kiss Fuma. “I don’t want you to come now,” he whispered.
Fuma smiled at him, his hands already unbuckling Kento’s pants. “Turn over,” Fuma whispered into his ear.
Kento stepped out of his pants and did what he was told to. Fuma let his hands wander over Kento’s perfectly shaped ass, before he smacked him once. He loved the little red patterns appearing on Kento’s almost white skin. “Undress completely while I take care of you,” Fuma ordered.
He let his hand come down a few more times on Kento’s ass. Kento tried his best to concentrate on removing his shirt, but Fuma could see the pleasure in Kento’s eyes, and he saw that Kento could hardly concentrate on anything other than his hands smacking Kento’s ass.
“You took a long time to remove your clothes, too long,” Fuma said. He let his fingers wander over the already hot and sensitive skin before he pinched it.
Kento let out a soft moan. He wanted more, Fuma knew this voice already. He let his hand wander up to Kento’s chest where he started pinching Kento’s nipples to get another pleased sound from the other.
“Please,” Kento begged.
“What do you want?” Fuma said, sounding innocent.
“Please, I want you.”
Fuma smiled at that. Kento’s words went directly to his cock and let it twitch in excitement.
Fuma looked around and pulled something out of Kento’s pants on the ground. “You came prepared.” Fuma waved the small bottle in his hands, before he opened it with a plop and let some of the liquid run down his fingers. “Strawberry,” Fuma said.
“I love fruits,” Kento just answered. He looked back at Fuma to signalize to him that he should start.
Fuma licked over his own finger. “Tastes good.”
He stroked his hands over Kento’s back, down his spine, before he let his fingers wander over Kento’s ass, before he started rubbing over Kento’s hole teasingly. “You look so beautiful,” Fuma said while he concentrated on pushing one finger slowly into Kento.
“Don’t become cheesy now, I don’t want to hear such things from you right now,” Kento replied.
Fuma stopped his movements with his finger half in Kento’s entrance. “You don’t want to hear such things? Maybe I should stop then and go?”
“Don’t you dare,” Kento pressed out. He tried moving against Fuma’s finger, but Fuma pressed him against the tree and made him unable to wriggle his hips against his finger.
“So?” Fuma said further.
“I understand, I look beautiful and you are fucking hot, Kikuchi Fuma!” Kento almost yelled out when Fuma changed the angle of his finger just a little bit.
“I don’t think I am yet convinced.” Fuma teased him further.
Kento looked at him intensely, before he bent backwards till Kento’s lips touched Fuma’s. He started kissing Fuma with a mixture of lust and love. It was something Fuma had never experienced before. “Do you believe me now?” Kento said after they broke the kiss.
“Mhm, yeah, maybe.” Fuma smiled.
Fuma started moving his finger slowly in and out of Kento’s entrance till he could feel him loosen up around his digit. He added a second one, and finally a third one, fucking him with his fingers slowly.
“Please, Fuma, I want you in me.”
Fuma groaned when he heard those words from Kento. He was almost over the edge with just looking at how eager Kento pushed back against his fingers, and he was more than happy to give him more pleasure. He lubed his cock before he slowly pushed into the other one.
Step by step he let his cock slip into the tight heat. When he was fully in him, Fuma stopped moving for a moment to give Kento time to adjust to this. When Kento started wriggling his hips, Fuma knew it was time to move.
He started with slow thrusts, but soon Kento started rocking back against him, begging him to move faster. “Fuma, please, there, harder.”
Fuma took a hold of Kento’s body and started snapping his hips more fiercely. For some minutes just their moans and Kento’s pleas to move harder and faster were heard. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the area and Fuma hoped that no one would see them, even though it was just a dream.
“Please, touch me,” Kento finally said and Fuma was more than happy to do this. He took a strong hold of Kento’s cock and started jerking him in rhythm with his thrusts.
It didn’t take them long to come with a loud moan. Fuma rode out his orgasm before he pulled out and sat down on the floor. “That was amazing,” he panted.
“You know, I should tell you the truth about me...” Kento started, but right at the moment when he wanted to finish his sentence, Fuma woke up with a terrible hard on.
“Great, now I need to do this on my own again.”
~~~
“You look like ... oh no, I don’t want to say what you look like,” Shori said when he came to the coffee shop right next to the university.
“Thank you so much,” Fuma answered with a smile. He knew he must have looked terrible. After his erotic dream, he hadn’t been able to fall asleep again and stayed up all night long, thinking about this strange guy.
“The dream again?” Shori wanted to know.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll never get rid of it.”
“You should really get yourself a boyfriend. I think you need more fun in reality.” Shori twisted the spoon in his coffee cup while he looked around in the shop. “How about this one?”
He pointed at a group of students. Fuma knew some of them; they were in his last class. He curled his nose when he saw the guy Shori would pick for him. “Are you nuts?”
“Not your type?” Shori asked. “Okay, what about this one?” Fuma knew his friend wouldn’t give up.
He sighed and turned his head to where Shori was pointing at. The guy he picked up was totally not his taste, but his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the guy next to the other. “Oh my god,” Fuma whispered.
“I chose the right one?” Shori smiled.
“No, your taste is terrible, but the guy next to him. That’s the one from my dreams,” Fuma replied.
“That can’t be.” Shori looked at Kento. “Do you know him?”
Fuma shook his head, then he nodded. Shori pulled one eyebrow up, staring at his friend. “What? Yes or no?”
“They were in our history class last year, do you remember?” Fuma answered. “But we never talked to them.”
Shori stared at the group of students. “Yes, I think I remember, but I never paid much attention to them, neither did you, so why are you dreaming about this Kento-guy?”
Fuma sighed. “I have no idea; I didn’t even remember that I know him.”
Fuma looked away when he saw Kento looking in his direction. He could feel the blood rushing through his body till his cheeks turned red. He hoped that no one noticed that. When he saw Kento coming up to him, he shifted nervously on his chair.
“Hey, Fuma, right? I wanted to ask if you are interested in going out with me once,” Kento said.
Fuma had no idea what this was all about. First he dreamed about Kento, they had sex with each other repeatedly, and now he stepped into his real life and wanted to go out with him? But before he could say something coherent or think about it further, he had already agreed to go out with Kento.
~~~
Fuma panted heavily. He rolled to the side; his whole body was still trembling from his orgasm. “That was amazing,” he said. He turned to look at Kento, who just smiled at him.
“Thank you,” Kento said.
“I think I need to tell you something totally weird,” Fuma started after a while. Their first date had ended almost too well. They spent a nice time in a restaurant, went on a nice shopping trip together, and everything ended with going to bed with each other.
“No, I don’t think you’ll tell me something weird. You dreamed about me, right?” Kento asked.
Fuma felt caught. He could feel the embarrassment rising. “How do you know?”
Kento rolled to the side and put his head on his arm. “You know, there is this special ability I have. I can visit other people’s dreams. I don’t do this often, but I was so mesmerized from the very time I saw you, so I needed to see you again. I didn’t want to do it that way though. I just hoped you’d recognize me in your dreams.” He slipped a little closer, leaving a soft kiss on Fuma’s nose. “I didn’t think that you’d immediately jump me in your dream.”
“You got to be kidding me, right?” was everything Fuma could say.
“Mhm, let’s wait for your dream,” Kento replied. He pulled on Fuma’s arm till it was around Kento’s waist. “Good night.”
Fuma needed some time till he fell asleep. He immediately recognized the place in his dream. “I told you I am able to do these things for real,” a voice behind him said.
Fume turned to look at Kento’s smile. “How about a dreamy-round-two before we wake up and go for it in reality?”
Fuma grinned at him and stepped closer to kiss Kento and pull him into another erotic dream, but this time he hopefully wouldn't have to care of his erection himself when he woke up afterwards...
Pairing/Characters: Kikuchi Fuma/Nakajima Kento
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: smut
Notes: written for the je_wakamono exchange for h_itoshi
Summary: Fuma has these dreams haunting him. A strange guy comes into his dreams, seduces him, and shares erotic nights with him…and soon Fuma suffers from lack of sleep…
It wasn't the first time that Fuma woke up early in the morning, his shirt soaking wet, some drops of sweat running down his forehead. These strange dreams had been haunting him for weeks now.
There was this strange guy he had never seen before, and he was talking with him as if it was for real. It sounded like a cry for help, but he never said it directly. He guided Fuma through various labyrinths and dungeons, but he never said that he was in danger.
After days without proper sleep, Fuma got weaker and weaker. He had a feeling as if he was about to fall asleep when he was eating, studying or even in the middle of talking with a friend.
“Are you listening to me?”
Fuma looked up at his younger brother.
“Sorry, Yo-chan,” he yawned. “It's been a stressful week.”
“Yeah, of course,” Yo rolled his eyes. “Somehow I don’t believe this,” he added.
Fuma seriously considered telling his brother about the dreams, but he was afraid that Yo would call him crazy. He needed to find out if there was a deeper meaning to this dream.
~~~
Days at university could be really exhausting and extremely long. Fuma yawned and stretched his limbs. He'd sat there for hours, reading his notes again and again, but there was no chance that he’d memorize it for the exam next week.
“You already read it twice. I think you’ll get the best mark from all of us if you keep on studying like this.” Shori smiled at him.
They were childhood friends and normally Fuma liked the other's accompany, but today he preferred staying along.
“You can stay, but just because you have my life elixir,” Fuma said. He took the cup of coffee from Shori and took a big sip. The hot liquid was running down his throat and for a moment he felt relived, even though this was probably just his imagination.
Shori let himself fall on the chair next to Fuma and leaned his head on his hands. “What happened to you? You look terrible.” Shori tilted his head.
“Thanks,” Fuma said. “You are too nice to me.”
“I am not sure if two litre of coffee, intravenous, would help to make you feel better. How long did you stay up last night?” Shori pointed at the coffee cup. He had a smile curling around his lips, but it was more of a worried one.
“That’s the strange thing,” Fuma started with a sigh. “I don’t stay up long, but I have these dreams haunting me. And it’s always the same person appearing in this dream.”
“Oh, don’t tell me Taylor Swift is naked in your bed in your dreams and that’s why you can’t sleep?” Shori joked.
“Stupid,” Fuma grumbled. “Of course it’s not.”
“And what is it?”
“If you didn’t interrupt me all the time, I would be able to tell you.” Fuma was starting to get annoyed already.
Fuma waited some moments, but Shori seemed to have understood and kept silent. “There is this strange guy. He tells me to follow him into labyrinths and caves, like he is searching for something. And when I finally reach him, it mostly ends in … you know … mind-blowing things.” Fuma was sure that he blushed right in this moment.
“You mean it ends in having body contact with this guy?”
Now Fuma had to laugh. Neither he nor Shori were prudish, but their descriptions of having sex were just too funny for him.
“Yes,” Fuma finally answered.
Shori looked at him intensely before he said something. “I also want to have hot sex-dreams with a stranger. Why do such things never happen to me?”
Fuma smacked the other’s head playfully. “Idiot.” Fuma leaned back and rubbed his hands over his face. “I am really fucking tired,” he said.
“Or you are tired because of fucking?” Shori tried to sidestep but Fuma’s hand was faster and smacked him once again on his forehead.
“Let’s hope I get rid of these dreams soon, otherwise I might die because of tiredness,” Fuma sighed. Every bone in his body hurt and every movement made him feel much more just how tired he was.
“I would love to see what this guy looks like. It’s sad that he is just your imagination,” Shori said.
“He is pretty good looking.” Fuma didn’t know why he started talking about that guy again. Actually, he wanted to get rid of the pictures from his dreams, but this guy was ghosting around in his mind all day long. “He has a mesmerizing smile and gorgeous eyes.”
“I really want to see a picture, maybe you can draw him once?” Shori asked.
Fuma looked at him. He never thought of drawing this guy, but he wasn’t bad in portraying people, so maybe he’d give it a try. “I’ll try it.”
~~~
Fuma stood up when he heard someone calling his name. He knew it was just a dream, but it felt so damn real. He walked out of his room. He was on a lawn. It was sunny and already pretty hot outside.
Fuma was still in his pyjamas, but he didn’t care about that. He heard the voice he was already used to hearing in his dreams. “Follow me.”
And so he did. When he reached two weeping willows, he could already see the guy leaning against one of them, waiting for him.
“Who are you?” Fuma asked.
The guy just smiled at him, his hand running over Fuma’s neck. “Does it matter?”
“Yes.”
The guy stepped a little closer till Fuma could feel his breath tickling his neck. “I am just someone who makes your dreams more interesting.”
Before Fuma could react to these words, he already felt the guy's lips on his, kissing him. Fuma wanted to push the other away, but when he felt the stranger’s body pressing against his, he almost forgot about his own name. This guy was mind simply blowing. Fuma’s legs felt like jelly and he tried to lean against the tree to keep himself from falling.
Fuma could feel the other biting into his lips playfully before he deepened the kiss. Fuma pulled on the man’s waist to get him closer to his body - resisting was pointless, because he knew he wouldn’t get away from this situation, and in the end he didn’t want to get away. It felt right and just perfect how it was in this moment.
Fuma’s tongue danced around the other’s. Fuma tried to feel every inch of the other man. His kiss was sweet but also demanding and he was pushing to get more from Fuma.
Fuma stepped backwards to look at the man’s face. His cheeks were deep red and his breath was fast. Fuma let his fingers wander over the man’s cheeks. “What’s your name?”
“Kento.” the guy smiled at him.
Fuma leaned closer and let his lips wander over Kento’s neck, leaving some kisses light as butterflies here and there. “That’s a beautiful name.”
“You never asked about my name before, why today?” Kento wanted to know.
Fuma looked up. That was right, he never asked before. In the end this was just a dream, he knew that, but when he was in the middle of touching Kento, it felt like it was reality. “Don’t know,” he said.
Kento smiled at him. It was the most mesmerizing smile he had ever seen. “I think words aren’t needed around here, right?”
Fuma swallowed hard. He knew what would come next and he could feel his heart beat faster and his blood started rushing through his veins.
Fuma always forgot about everything when Kento let his hands roam over his body, touching the almost too sensitive skin on his neck. With feather light touches he let goose bumps appear on Fuma’s skin. “You like that? “ he said.
“Mhm, a lot,“ Fuma just barely got the words out. He tilted his head to the right when he felt Kento’s lips exploring his neck. He moaned shortly when Kento bit into his skin more or less playful.
Fuma tried finding something to hold on to when Kento’s hand wandered over his belly and stopped right on his crotch. “I guess you are a little bit excited?” Kento grinned evilly.
“You are a fucking tease,” Fuma returned, a smile curling around his lips.
“You know,” Kento said while he was rubbing his hand more fiercely over Fuma’s crotch, “I wonder if you are lying in your bed, as hard as you are here in your dream right now.”
Fuma started moving his hips to get more of the friction he felt in this moment. He didn’t even think about the fact that this was just a dream anymore. It felt too real to be just a dream.
“No, I am pretty much sure that you are aroused right now. I affect you even in reality, right? You think about me? About how you fuck me in your dreams?”
“Maybe,” Fuma said. He'd had enough of talking about dream or reality and pushed Kento back against the tree behind them, his hips rubbing against Kento’s. “I think you are also just a little bit aroused.” Fuma smiled at Kento.
“Who wouldn’t be?” Kento just shrugged his shoulders.
Fuma let the other open his pants to pull them down together with his underwear. By now Fuma knew that Kento wasn’t the type of guy who talked a lot before having sex - he just went in for it and got right to the point. There wasn’t much space for foreplay or romantic behaviour, because on the one hand Fuma could wake up every second and in the middle of something really important like fucking the hell out of Kento, and on the other hand Fuma didn’t even know if this was a romantic relationship - it was just a dream after all.
Fuma touched Kento’s head when Kento let himself fall down to his knees. Kento took Fuma’s cock in his hands and started stroking it. First just a little bit to drive Fuma crazy, before he took a stronger hold of it and jerked him off faster.
Fuma let out some soft moans.
“You like it?” Kento asked.
“Yes, I love it,” Fuma admitted honestly.
“What else would you like?” Kento wanted to know.
Fuma looked down at Kento, and for one moment he got caught in the other one’s dark eyes. He could really fall for this guy, if he’d been real and not just a weird imagination of Fuma. “I would love it if you’d suck me off,” Fuma said with a husky voice.
Kento didn’t answer. He just smiled at him and let his tongue trail over Fuma’s dick. Fuma felt as if he was about to explode when he felt Kento’s tongue exploring his cock, licking up and down, nibbling here and there, before he finally took him into his mouth.
Fuma felt the urge to move his hips into this tight heat, but he didn’t want to force Kento to do anything he didn’t want to - even though he wouldn’t hurt him for real, Kento was just a dream after all.
“You can move,” Kento said, as if he could read Fuma’s mind. “It’s okay for me,” he added.
Fuma curled some of Kento’s hair between his fingers. He waited till Kento opened his mouth to take Fuma’s cock back into his mouth. Slowly Fuma started moving. He didn’t want to push Kento, but the urge to find release rose in him. His movements got faster, and when he felt the tip of his cock reach Kento’s throat, he felt as if he was ready to explode. His orgasm was close, and Fuma knew he wouldn’t last long anymore.
Right at this moment Kento released his cock and stood up to kiss Fuma. “I don’t want you to come now,” he whispered.
Fuma smiled at him, his hands already unbuckling Kento’s pants. “Turn over,” Fuma whispered into his ear.
Kento stepped out of his pants and did what he was told to. Fuma let his hands wander over Kento’s perfectly shaped ass, before he smacked him once. He loved the little red patterns appearing on Kento’s almost white skin. “Undress completely while I take care of you,” Fuma ordered.
He let his hand come down a few more times on Kento’s ass. Kento tried his best to concentrate on removing his shirt, but Fuma could see the pleasure in Kento’s eyes, and he saw that Kento could hardly concentrate on anything other than his hands smacking Kento’s ass.
“You took a long time to remove your clothes, too long,” Fuma said. He let his fingers wander over the already hot and sensitive skin before he pinched it.
Kento let out a soft moan. He wanted more, Fuma knew this voice already. He let his hand wander up to Kento’s chest where he started pinching Kento’s nipples to get another pleased sound from the other.
“Please,” Kento begged.
“What do you want?” Fuma said, sounding innocent.
“Please, I want you.”
Fuma smiled at that. Kento’s words went directly to his cock and let it twitch in excitement.
Fuma looked around and pulled something out of Kento’s pants on the ground. “You came prepared.” Fuma waved the small bottle in his hands, before he opened it with a plop and let some of the liquid run down his fingers. “Strawberry,” Fuma said.
“I love fruits,” Kento just answered. He looked back at Fuma to signalize to him that he should start.
Fuma licked over his own finger. “Tastes good.”
He stroked his hands over Kento’s back, down his spine, before he let his fingers wander over Kento’s ass, before he started rubbing over Kento’s hole teasingly. “You look so beautiful,” Fuma said while he concentrated on pushing one finger slowly into Kento.
“Don’t become cheesy now, I don’t want to hear such things from you right now,” Kento replied.
Fuma stopped his movements with his finger half in Kento’s entrance. “You don’t want to hear such things? Maybe I should stop then and go?”
“Don’t you dare,” Kento pressed out. He tried moving against Fuma’s finger, but Fuma pressed him against the tree and made him unable to wriggle his hips against his finger.
“So?” Fuma said further.
“I understand, I look beautiful and you are fucking hot, Kikuchi Fuma!” Kento almost yelled out when Fuma changed the angle of his finger just a little bit.
“I don’t think I am yet convinced.” Fuma teased him further.
Kento looked at him intensely, before he bent backwards till Kento’s lips touched Fuma’s. He started kissing Fuma with a mixture of lust and love. It was something Fuma had never experienced before. “Do you believe me now?” Kento said after they broke the kiss.
“Mhm, yeah, maybe.” Fuma smiled.
Fuma started moving his finger slowly in and out of Kento’s entrance till he could feel him loosen up around his digit. He added a second one, and finally a third one, fucking him with his fingers slowly.
“Please, Fuma, I want you in me.”
Fuma groaned when he heard those words from Kento. He was almost over the edge with just looking at how eager Kento pushed back against his fingers, and he was more than happy to give him more pleasure. He lubed his cock before he slowly pushed into the other one.
Step by step he let his cock slip into the tight heat. When he was fully in him, Fuma stopped moving for a moment to give Kento time to adjust to this. When Kento started wriggling his hips, Fuma knew it was time to move.
He started with slow thrusts, but soon Kento started rocking back against him, begging him to move faster. “Fuma, please, there, harder.”
Fuma took a hold of Kento’s body and started snapping his hips more fiercely. For some minutes just their moans and Kento’s pleas to move harder and faster were heard. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the area and Fuma hoped that no one would see them, even though it was just a dream.
“Please, touch me,” Kento finally said and Fuma was more than happy to do this. He took a strong hold of Kento’s cock and started jerking him in rhythm with his thrusts.
It didn’t take them long to come with a loud moan. Fuma rode out his orgasm before he pulled out and sat down on the floor. “That was amazing,” he panted.
“You know, I should tell you the truth about me...” Kento started, but right at the moment when he wanted to finish his sentence, Fuma woke up with a terrible hard on.
“Great, now I need to do this on my own again.”
~~~
“You look like ... oh no, I don’t want to say what you look like,” Shori said when he came to the coffee shop right next to the university.
“Thank you so much,” Fuma answered with a smile. He knew he must have looked terrible. After his erotic dream, he hadn’t been able to fall asleep again and stayed up all night long, thinking about this strange guy.
“The dream again?” Shori wanted to know.
“Yeah, I guess I’ll never get rid of it.”
“You should really get yourself a boyfriend. I think you need more fun in reality.” Shori twisted the spoon in his coffee cup while he looked around in the shop. “How about this one?”
He pointed at a group of students. Fuma knew some of them; they were in his last class. He curled his nose when he saw the guy Shori would pick for him. “Are you nuts?”
“Not your type?” Shori asked. “Okay, what about this one?” Fuma knew his friend wouldn’t give up.
He sighed and turned his head to where Shori was pointing at. The guy he picked up was totally not his taste, but his heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw the guy next to the other. “Oh my god,” Fuma whispered.
“I chose the right one?” Shori smiled.
“No, your taste is terrible, but the guy next to him. That’s the one from my dreams,” Fuma replied.
“That can’t be.” Shori looked at Kento. “Do you know him?”
Fuma shook his head, then he nodded. Shori pulled one eyebrow up, staring at his friend. “What? Yes or no?”
“They were in our history class last year, do you remember?” Fuma answered. “But we never talked to them.”
Shori stared at the group of students. “Yes, I think I remember, but I never paid much attention to them, neither did you, so why are you dreaming about this Kento-guy?”
Fuma sighed. “I have no idea; I didn’t even remember that I know him.”
Fuma looked away when he saw Kento looking in his direction. He could feel the blood rushing through his body till his cheeks turned red. He hoped that no one noticed that. When he saw Kento coming up to him, he shifted nervously on his chair.
“Hey, Fuma, right? I wanted to ask if you are interested in going out with me once,” Kento said.
Fuma had no idea what this was all about. First he dreamed about Kento, they had sex with each other repeatedly, and now he stepped into his real life and wanted to go out with him? But before he could say something coherent or think about it further, he had already agreed to go out with Kento.
~~~
Fuma panted heavily. He rolled to the side; his whole body was still trembling from his orgasm. “That was amazing,” he said. He turned to look at Kento, who just smiled at him.
“Thank you,” Kento said.
“I think I need to tell you something totally weird,” Fuma started after a while. Their first date had ended almost too well. They spent a nice time in a restaurant, went on a nice shopping trip together, and everything ended with going to bed with each other.
“No, I don’t think you’ll tell me something weird. You dreamed about me, right?” Kento asked.
Fuma felt caught. He could feel the embarrassment rising. “How do you know?”
Kento rolled to the side and put his head on his arm. “You know, there is this special ability I have. I can visit other people’s dreams. I don’t do this often, but I was so mesmerized from the very time I saw you, so I needed to see you again. I didn’t want to do it that way though. I just hoped you’d recognize me in your dreams.” He slipped a little closer, leaving a soft kiss on Fuma’s nose. “I didn’t think that you’d immediately jump me in your dream.”
“You got to be kidding me, right?” was everything Fuma could say.
“Mhm, let’s wait for your dream,” Kento replied. He pulled on Fuma’s arm till it was around Kento’s waist. “Good night.”
Fuma needed some time till he fell asleep. He immediately recognized the place in his dream. “I told you I am able to do these things for real,” a voice behind him said.
Fume turned to look at Kento’s smile. “How about a dreamy-round-two before we wake up and go for it in reality?”
Fuma grinned at him and stepped closer to kiss Kento and pull him into another erotic dream, but this time he hopefully wouldn't have to care of his erection himself when he woke up afterwards...