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Why Shuuji Loves Akira
Shuuji would like to say he doesn't like the idiot, but that's a lie and he's already told Nobuta he'd stop lying so much (Akira on the other hand says he's always truthful in his heart and that's all that matters).
He likes it when Akira flouts the social rules (even as it makes him cringe) because he's never going to dare to do that. He likes it when Akira's allowed to drink alcohol because he's old enough, but chooses to drink soy milk instead.
He especially likes it when there are girls who throw themselves at Akira (because no matter how strange Akira is, he's weirdly grown up to be really, really hot, and everyone's noticed), Akira wouldn't notice; Akira wouldn't care.
Instead, Akira likes to press up against Shuuji, breath hot on his neck, murmuring nonsense words into his skin, his hand on his cock, slickly moving up and down until Shuuji shivers and cries, clawing at his back, the muscles firm underneath his fingers. Akira likes to then roll his hips against Shuuji's, helplessly, deliberately - depending on what kind of day it's been and how much he's missed Shuuji - mouth over his, cocks sliding together messily. He'd then take Shuuji slowly and carefully, or hard and fast up against a wall, sharp snaps or clumsy thrusts, Shuuji's legs clasped around his waist, feeling Akira's cock in him deep and hard and hot, until Akira speeds up, breathing fast.
Shuuji then keens because Akira's beautiful like that, just so fucking beautiful and he comes, shuddering hard and Akira follows a few minutes later, ducking his head into Shuuji's neck, mouthing at his skin.
And Shuuju especially likes it because Akira only does this with him.
Why Shuuji Loves Akira
Shuuji would like to say he doesn't like the idiot, but that's a lie and he's already told Nobuta he'd stop lying so much (Akira on the other hand says he's always truthful in his heart and that's all that matters).
He likes it when Akira flouts the social rules (even as it makes him cringe) because he's never going to dare to do that. He likes it when Akira's allowed to drink alcohol because he's old enough, but chooses to drink soy milk instead.
He especially likes it when there are girls who throw themselves at Akira (because no matter how strange Akira is, he's weirdly grown up to be really, really hot, and everyone's noticed), Akira wouldn't notice; Akira wouldn't care.
Instead, Akira likes to press up against Shuuji, breath hot on his neck, murmuring nonsense words into his skin, his hand on his cock, slickly moving up and down until Shuuji shivers and cries, clawing at his back, the muscles firm underneath his fingers. Akira likes to then roll his hips against Shuuji's, helplessly, deliberately - depending on what kind of day it's been and how much he's missed Shuuji - mouth over his, cocks sliding together messily. He'd then take Shuuji slowly and carefully, or hard and fast up against a wall, sharp snaps or clumsy thrusts, Shuuji's legs clasped around his waist, feeling Akira's cock in him deep and hard and hot, until Akira speeds up, breathing fast.
Shuuji then keens because Akira's beautiful like that, just so fucking beautiful and he comes, shuddering hard and Akira follows a few minutes later, ducking his head into Shuuji's neck, mouthing at his skin.
And Shuuju especially likes it because Akira only does this with him.
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