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"You're always in here before homeroom," Akanishi says as Kazuya enters the boy's bathroom. His hands grip the sides of a sink and he leans forward as he watches Kazuya in the mirror. His voice echoes a little off the tiled walls.
"It's where I smoke," Kazuya says, and smirks from the doorway, hands in his pockets.
"You don't smoke," Akanishi says, frowns. "I can smell a smoker."
"What're you doing here?" Kazuya asks as he approaches the other. He gets too close, his breath on Akanishi's ear. Akanishi tightens. "Another coffee stain?" He clicks his tongue. The smirk never leaves his face.
A grimace. "You never called," Akanishi says, continues watching Kazuya in the mirror. There's something different about the way he looks. He's not so fumbling. He's something piercing, intense. The smirk on Kazuya's face dulls a little.
"Were you waiting for it?" Kazuya asks. He moves a step back, watches Akanishi watch him in the mirror. He chews on his bottom lip. "I didn't know you wanted to talk to me so badly. You fought it in the teacher's room."
Akanishi opens his mouth to say something, but he stops to think. Kazuya sees his tongue run over his teeth, over his lips and stick out the corner of his mouth. He wants to move forward, push Akanishi back against the sink and kiss him, take him, make him moan and gasp.
"Akanishi-san?" Kazuya asks. Silly, fumbling Akanishi. Akanishi who stumbles a little when it comes to math problems and overzealous when it comes to conversational English. Akanishi who was a diamond in the rough when Kazuya played with Reio, who is now cut and flawless.
"Kamenashi-kun, have you forgotten to breathe?" Akanishi asks him, lilting, like he's happy to finally get a sardonic word in. He bites down on the tip of his tongue, eyes diverting from Kazuya to focus on his teeth.
Akanishi is different today, Kazuya notices. Something in his gut tries to tell him that Akanishi seems dangerous, like a predator. But he takes the opportunity anyway, presses himself flush against Akanishi's back. His lips are on Akanishi's neck and his arms are wrapped around Akanishi's waist.
The other, unexpectedly, rolls his hips back against Kazuya's. And Kazuya gasps. Akanishi's dangerous today because he acts unexpectedly.
"I fumble a little in formal situations," Akanishi says smoothly, tilts his head to the side so that Kamenashi gets better access. "The relationship between teacher and student? It's difficult to grasp," he admits. "And this is wrong. If I get caught, do you know what happens?" He reaches his hands back to grasp the roots of Kazuya's hair. "My career could be over before it begins because of some horny kid." Akanishi's voice is barely a whisper, now. "You're just a kid who thinks he's in control of some idiot teacher."
Akanishi's hands move toward Kazuya's wrists, grip them hard. He turns, still holds Kazuya by the wrist as he pushes him back against the tiled wall.
Their hips presses together, their bodies pres together, their hearts beat loud and fast.
Akanishi laughs and presses his lips to Kazuya's. "But I know what I'm doing," he murmurs, and rolls his hips forward. Kazuya moans into his mouth, and Akanishi bites down hard on his lower lip. Kazuya's sure that he can feel the moan reverberating in his chest. Akanishi's hands move from Kazuya's wrists, find the waist of the other's pants so he can untuck the crisp white shirt, and Kazuya loops his arms around his neck and pulls him closer.
Kazuya watches Akanishi when he finally pulls away, chest heaving and eyes wide. He had expected Akanishi to cave, to need him, to want him, but--
"Do you want this?" Akanishi breathes against his cheek, and he palms the front of Kazuya's pants. Kazuya moans softly, thrusts his hips forward and there's a smirk on Akanishi's face.
--like he's in control.
"Do you want this?" Akanishi asks again, and his hand is firmer this time, stroking Kazuya softly through the material of his pants.
Kazuya answers with an arching back and another moan.
And Akanishi smirks now, and Akanishi is in control with his hand down Kazuya's pants and that, in Kazuya's mind, happens to be the best feeling in the entire fucking world.
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Akanishi just laughs and pushes him back hard against the tile, knocks the wind out of him and takes his hand from his pants. Kazuya presses forward against Akanishi's thigh, tries to find the friction that he needs (and deserves).
"What do you think you're doing?" Akanishi asks, grabs one of Kamenashi's legs and brings it up to hook around his hips. He presses Kazuya closer to the wall, and Kazuya's uniform rides up, exposes his flat pale stomach. Kazuya thrusts forward, feels Akanishi's own hardening length through the material of his pants.
"I need this," Kazuya hisses, hands gripping Akanishi's shoulders so hard that the knuckles turn white.
"Need what?" Akanishi asks, feigns innocence. His hands press against Kazuya's stomach and move up to his chest, twist and pull at his nipples to elicit loud gasps and whimpering moans. "You're pretty like this," he murmurs, lips curves upwards. He slides down Kazuya's body until the other's leg wraps around his shoulders, breathes against the front of Kazuya's pants.
"Fuck," Kazuya hisses. He feels Akanishi's mouth through his pants, feels Akanishi's hot breaths and the outline of Akanishi's nose and lips. He thrusts forward, fingers clawing at the other's scalp. "Fuck, Akanishi-san," he says, and Akanishi laughs.
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"What do you think?" Kazuya asks. "I want your mouth on my cock. I want your hand on my cock. I want something to get me off, and--" He's cut off when Akanishi begins to pulls his pants and boxers down over his hips, unhooks his leg so that Akanishi can get them down to his knees.
"What do you say?" Akanishi asks, looks up. There's a smirk on his face.
"Fuck," Kazuya says, and moves one hand to wrap around his cock. "Just do it," he hisses, and arches his back, tilts his head back as he strokes his own cock.
There's something hot about Akanishi's eyes on him as he gets himself off, Kazuya decides. Akanishi's face beside his cock, watching hip, watching him move his body and watching him touch himself. Akanishi who wants to touch him but won't because he won't say Please.
"Say it," Akanishi says, his voice is hoarse.
"Say what?" Kazuya pants, shuddering as his thumb smooths over the tip of his cock. "How good this feels? Because it feels good, Akanishi-san," and he moans loudly for effect, licks his lips with his tongue and watches Akanishi with half-lidded eyes.
And Akanishi's hand pulls Kazuya's away, replaces it with his mouth, takes him in with a fast, smooth motion. And Kazuya gasps loud, eyes widening as Akanishi hums around his cock, sucks on it wetly, and--
"Akanishi-san," he says. "Akanishi-san, please." He thrusts into Akanishi's mouth unabashedly. It's perfect, he decides, Akanishi's mouth. With his full lips and talented tongue. With the humming and the, everything, because it's hard for Kazuya to think when there's a mouth on his cock, and--
He makes the mistake of looking down, of seeing Akanishi draw back from his cock with a thin trail of saliva, of seeing Akanishi look up at him with those dark eyes and those wet lips. And Akanishi leaving long licks up and down his cock, trailing soft kisses along the underside and dipping his tongue into the slit at the tip.
"You're such a kid," Akanishi whispers, but Kazuya can hear him.
"I'm so close," Kazuya says. "I'm so close," and he half-expects Akanishi to draw back, to tease him, to look up at him with a smirk. But Akanishi indulges him, takes him all the way in again, and Kazuya sees white, his world exploding. He shudders and thrusts into Akanishi's mouth, claws at Akanishi's scalp and cries out loud as he falls over the edge.
His chest is heaving and Akanishi sits back on his knees, hair messy, suit crumpled. There's white on the corner of his mouth and he absently licks his lips.
Kazuya nearly comes again.
Akanishi stands. "How was that?" He asks, and presses Kazuya against the wall. "Can you handle that?" He asks, and presses his lips to Kazuya's, and Kazuya can taste himself, the bitterness inside Akanishi's mouth. "Was it good, Kamenashi-kun?" Akanishi says it with a voice that sends a shudder up Kazuya's spine and renders him speechless.
So he nods in response.
Akanishi turns back toward the mirrors, busies himself with fixing his hair as Kazuya pulls up his pants and moves to stand beside him. "I'd ask you to take care of me," Akanishi says, "but homeroom starts in a couple minutes." There's a smirk on his lips. "And I'm sure that I'll last longer than you." He washes his hands, is drying them on a paper towel as he's leaving. "See y--"
"Lunch," Kazuya says, and Akanishi turns back toward him, eyebrow raised. "I'll meet you here at lunch," he says.
---k the end (LOL DAMMIT I KNEW I WAS BOUND TO POST NOT-ANON)
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