Truth: Not A Dare (Nikaido/Senga, PG-13)
Title: Truth: Not A Dare
Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Mostly just kissing. A tiny bit of clothed groping. Although I'm told it's still porn. Idk, it's intense? :P
AN: Senga, I'm sorry I missed your birthday. Can I make up for it?
Cursory beta by diamondsjack. Who got embarrassed. Go encourage her to write her own porn. :P
Set shortly after this.
Truth: Not A Dare
It's a few days later, and this is the first time that Nikaido has been alone with Senga since... well. His chest feels tight just thinking about it. Even the memory is enough to make it hard to breathe.
He knows that Senga likes him, and Senga knows that Nikaido likes him in return, but that doesn't make things any easier. Work had been alright, because it was everyone together and everyone acting normal, but now they're in Senga's bedroom and everything is different. They had just been planning to hang out for a few hours after work before Nikaido had to go home, but now Nikaido doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to act.
Usually, Nikaido will play video games while Senga studies, just enjoying each other's company. Or they'll look through some of Senga's manga together, or even just sit around and chat. But Senga doesn't have to study anymore, there hasn't been any new manga since last week, and Nikaido has no idea what to say.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" Senga looks up at him from his place on his bed, giving Nikaido a questioning look. Nikaido doesn't really want to. Sitting on the bed will put him much too close to Senga, and the room is so small that sitting on the floor would just be strange. But just standing there is pretty strange, too, so Nikaido gingerly sits down on the edge of the bed as far away from Senga as he can get.
Senga gives him another look. "I thought you liked me," he says.
Nikaido feels a bit trapped. "Um. I do..."
"So why are you acting like you're trying to avoid me?" Senga frowns.
Nikaido really doesn't want to answer that. He doesn't want to tell Senga how badly he wants him, how little control he really has; he's afraid that if he gets too close, he won't be able to stop himself. He stares at the bedspread and says nothing.
There's silence for a few moments, awkward and painful, and then he can see Senga reaching toward him out of the corner of his eye. His hand stops short, though, dropping to rest on the bed, and Nikaido looks up.
Senga is looking back at him.
"Can I touch you?" he asks hesitantly, and reaches his hand out again to hover over Nikaido's arm. He looks as nervous as Nikaido feels.
Nikaido swallows down the fluttering feeling in his stomach. "Yeah," he says quietly, and watches as Senga places his palm on Nikaido's arm, just below his elbow. It's nothing unusual, but somehow, it feels significant. Nikaido holds his breath as Senga slides his hand down to wrap their fingers together.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Nikaido breathes out, and reminds himself that air is necessary. Senga pulls on their hands until Nikaido is forced to lean over, and Nikaido pushes their hands into the mattress to keep himself from losing his balance. Senga works himself free, but the look in his eyes tells Nikaido not to move. His slides his hand back up Nikaido's arm until he's holding onto his shoulder, and Nikaido knows where this is going even before Senga leans in.
Even though he's expecting it, Nikaido can't keep from jerking slightly when Senga's lips press against his. He lets himself relax a bit, lets Senga kiss him, but doesn't kiss him back. Senga's kiss is slow and sweet, a gentle brush of their lips, and Nikaido doesn't want to scare Senga by kissing him the way he really wants to. Because what he really wants is to shove Senga back down on his bed and kiss him until he can't breathe, until he begs for more and Nikaido can taste himself on his tongue.
Senga pulls away. "Is it... not good?" He looks worried.
"It's nice." Nikaido does his best to look Senga in the eye. "I like the way you kiss," he says shyly.
"So kiss me back," Senga insists, and he's blushing a bit. He seems to have realized that Nikaido isn't answering any questions and looks ready to demand action instead. The determination in his eyes is dangerous.
"Umm." Nikaido tries to remember his argument and can't. "Yeah." He licks his lips nervously. "Okay."
This time, when Senga leans in to meet him, Nikaido kisses him back, just a bit. Senga's lips feel really nice against his, warm and dry and just a little bit rough, enough that the slight catch of their skin makes him tingle pleasantly. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, just like last time, but now there's no one around to stop him. He focuses on every little detail- the feel of Senga's lips, the small hitches in his breath when Nikaido tilts his head slightly, the way his nose presses against Nikaido's cheek when he shifts. He's so focused on Senga that he doesn't notice how far he has to lean until it's too late. He topples into Senga a bit, catching himself with his hand on the bed, but not before he presses his lips hard against Senga's, startling a small mph from him.
"Sorry," he says, and Senga shakes his head and smiles.
"It's fine." He waits as Nikaido finally moves nearer, then pulls him even closer by his shoulder. "I don't know why you were all the way over there to begin with."
Nikaido doesn't remember either, and it's not important. What's important is the way he can now feel Senga pressed warm against his side, leaning into him with his whole body from knee to hip to chest. The angle is a bit strange, sitting next to each other like that, but good. Nikaido twists so that he can touch him, slipping a hand between them to rest at Senga's waist and placing the other on his knee. He's surprised when Senga squirms a bit under his hands, but then Senga's kissing him more firmly and he takes it as a good sign.
He keeps kissing Senga until Senga is clutching at him, making soft little noises as he breathes, and then Nikaido decides that those noises would be so much better if Senga was making them into his mouth instead. He's still half-expecting Senga to pull away, but when he opens his mouth, Senga follows his lead.
It was really nice kissing Senga before, but now it's even better. Nikaido feels his heart trip over itself as it speeds up, and wonders if Senga can feel it, too. He can certainly feel the little shivers that pass through Senga and it makes him happy to know that Senga is affected just as much as he is. And then Senga licks across his lip, and their kiss becomes so much more. Nikaido can't help groaning when Senga's tongue slides along his own. He lets his hand move higher up Senga's thigh and Senga does the same.
This time, it's Senga who topples over, but he pulls Nikaido with him. They have to break their kiss to rearrange themselves, shifting over to get their legs up on the bed, but then Nikaido has his wish and he's pressing Senga into the covers, Senga murmuring his name and clearly having no objections. Nikaido is suddenly hyperaware that this is Senga beneath him. He's had not a lot, but certainly enough experience with girls to know how different this is, the most noticeable difference being the erection that's pressing into his hip. It's still a little weird, but just like they did in the closet, Nikaido shifts just enough so that they're pressed together, and oh. Senga whines into his mouth and Nikaido echoes it, pushing down harder.
Nikaido rocks them together and when Senga's hands land on his hips to guide him, it sends a wash of arousal so powerful through him that Nikaido has to tear his mouth away to gasp. He keeps moving, stares down at the ecstasy written across Senga's face until Senga opens his eyes, and Nikaido knows that he's going to come like this, under the eyes and hands of his best friend.
Senga's counter-rhythm is already breaking, his fingers tightening their hold as his eyes widen.
"Wait," he gasps. "Nika, wait."
But Nikaido doesn't want to wait. He wants to feel Senga come apart beneath him. He presses his mouth back to Senga's and grinds himself against him, moves hard enough to make Senga feel, despite the layers in between them. Senga scrabbles at him, hands pulling at his shirt, making desperate-sounding noises against his mouth, but Nikaido refuses to let him go. Senga struggles for another few seconds before tensing up with a keening cry. He goes entirely still for a moment, then rips his mouth from Nikaido's to suck in heaving gasps of air, shuddering violently.
Nikaido knows that he made Senga come, that Senga came because of him, and it's the hottest thing ever. He shudders himself, and knows he's close. He presses his face into the side of Senga's neck.
"Kento," he manages, speaking much more difficult than he expected.
Senga's reply is still more of a shaky ahh than anything else.
"Kento, please?" he breathes into Senga's skin. "Touch me?"
Senga doesn't reply, but he tips Nikaido to the side and presses their foreheads together. Nikaido can feel his still-ragged breathing on his face. There's something almost creepy about the way Senga stares at him from so close, but at the same time it's intimate. Like Senga's telling him he knows exactly who he's with and who he's touching, and Nikaido has to fight to keep his eyes open when Senga's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants. He doesn't get beneath his underwear, but even the way he palms Nikaido through the fabric is enough. It's only another few seconds of his rubbing before Nikaido can't keep his eyes open anymore. He squeezes them shut and holds Senga tightly, pressing his open mouth against Senga's to quiet his moan as he comes.
They lie there, tucked close together, breathing evening out as their heartbeats slow. Senga's hand is a loose curl warm against Nikaido's abdomen. Nikaido opens his eyes and waits a minute or two until Senga opens his as well and gives Nikaido a small smile.
"Kiss me again?" Nikaido whispers, and Senga does, soft and sweet, until Nikaido nudges him back.
"Hey, Kento," he says, and Senga hmms. "I really like you."
And after everything, it's probably pretty obvious. Senga just laughs happily and pinches at Nikaido's stomach. "Is that so?"
Nikaido squirms. "Hey!" And then he can't protest anymore because Senga is kissing him again.
Nikaido wonders if breathing is really all that important, anyway.
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Pairing: Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: PG-13. Mostly just kissing. A tiny bit of clothed groping. Although I'm told it's still porn. Idk, it's intense? :P
AN: Senga, I'm sorry I missed your birthday. Can I make up for it?
Cursory beta by diamondsjack. Who got embarrassed. Go encourage her to write her own porn. :P
Set shortly after this.
Truth: Not A Dare
It's a few days later, and this is the first time that Nikaido has been alone with Senga since... well. His chest feels tight just thinking about it. Even the memory is enough to make it hard to breathe.
He knows that Senga likes him, and Senga knows that Nikaido likes him in return, but that doesn't make things any easier. Work had been alright, because it was everyone together and everyone acting normal, but now they're in Senga's bedroom and everything is different. They had just been planning to hang out for a few hours after work before Nikaido had to go home, but now Nikaido doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to act.
Usually, Nikaido will play video games while Senga studies, just enjoying each other's company. Or they'll look through some of Senga's manga together, or even just sit around and chat. But Senga doesn't have to study anymore, there hasn't been any new manga since last week, and Nikaido has no idea what to say.
"Aren't you going to sit down?" Senga looks up at him from his place on his bed, giving Nikaido a questioning look. Nikaido doesn't really want to. Sitting on the bed will put him much too close to Senga, and the room is so small that sitting on the floor would just be strange. But just standing there is pretty strange, too, so Nikaido gingerly sits down on the edge of the bed as far away from Senga as he can get.
Senga gives him another look. "I thought you liked me," he says.
Nikaido feels a bit trapped. "Um. I do..."
"So why are you acting like you're trying to avoid me?" Senga frowns.
Nikaido really doesn't want to answer that. He doesn't want to tell Senga how badly he wants him, how little control he really has; he's afraid that if he gets too close, he won't be able to stop himself. He stares at the bedspread and says nothing.
There's silence for a few moments, awkward and painful, and then he can see Senga reaching toward him out of the corner of his eye. His hand stops short, though, dropping to rest on the bed, and Nikaido looks up.
Senga is looking back at him.
"Can I touch you?" he asks hesitantly, and reaches his hand out again to hover over Nikaido's arm. He looks as nervous as Nikaido feels.
Nikaido swallows down the fluttering feeling in his stomach. "Yeah," he says quietly, and watches as Senga places his palm on Nikaido's arm, just below his elbow. It's nothing unusual, but somehow, it feels significant. Nikaido holds his breath as Senga slides his hand down to wrap their fingers together.
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah," Nikaido breathes out, and reminds himself that air is necessary. Senga pulls on their hands until Nikaido is forced to lean over, and Nikaido pushes their hands into the mattress to keep himself from losing his balance. Senga works himself free, but the look in his eyes tells Nikaido not to move. His slides his hand back up Nikaido's arm until he's holding onto his shoulder, and Nikaido knows where this is going even before Senga leans in.
Even though he's expecting it, Nikaido can't keep from jerking slightly when Senga's lips press against his. He lets himself relax a bit, lets Senga kiss him, but doesn't kiss him back. Senga's kiss is slow and sweet, a gentle brush of their lips, and Nikaido doesn't want to scare Senga by kissing him the way he really wants to. Because what he really wants is to shove Senga back down on his bed and kiss him until he can't breathe, until he begs for more and Nikaido can taste himself on his tongue.
Senga pulls away. "Is it... not good?" He looks worried.
"It's nice." Nikaido does his best to look Senga in the eye. "I like the way you kiss," he says shyly.
"So kiss me back," Senga insists, and he's blushing a bit. He seems to have realized that Nikaido isn't answering any questions and looks ready to demand action instead. The determination in his eyes is dangerous.
"Umm." Nikaido tries to remember his argument and can't. "Yeah." He licks his lips nervously. "Okay."
This time, when Senga leans in to meet him, Nikaido kisses him back, just a bit. Senga's lips feel really nice against his, warm and dry and just a little bit rough, enough that the slight catch of their skin makes him tingle pleasantly. Nikaido loses himself in Senga, just like last time, but now there's no one around to stop him. He focuses on every little detail- the feel of Senga's lips, the small hitches in his breath when Nikaido tilts his head slightly, the way his nose presses against Nikaido's cheek when he shifts. He's so focused on Senga that he doesn't notice how far he has to lean until it's too late. He topples into Senga a bit, catching himself with his hand on the bed, but not before he presses his lips hard against Senga's, startling a small mph from him.
"Sorry," he says, and Senga shakes his head and smiles.
"It's fine." He waits as Nikaido finally moves nearer, then pulls him even closer by his shoulder. "I don't know why you were all the way over there to begin with."
Nikaido doesn't remember either, and it's not important. What's important is the way he can now feel Senga pressed warm against his side, leaning into him with his whole body from knee to hip to chest. The angle is a bit strange, sitting next to each other like that, but good. Nikaido twists so that he can touch him, slipping a hand between them to rest at Senga's waist and placing the other on his knee. He's surprised when Senga squirms a bit under his hands, but then Senga's kissing him more firmly and he takes it as a good sign.
He keeps kissing Senga until Senga is clutching at him, making soft little noises as he breathes, and then Nikaido decides that those noises would be so much better if Senga was making them into his mouth instead. He's still half-expecting Senga to pull away, but when he opens his mouth, Senga follows his lead.
It was really nice kissing Senga before, but now it's even better. Nikaido feels his heart trip over itself as it speeds up, and wonders if Senga can feel it, too. He can certainly feel the little shivers that pass through Senga and it makes him happy to know that Senga is affected just as much as he is. And then Senga licks across his lip, and their kiss becomes so much more. Nikaido can't help groaning when Senga's tongue slides along his own. He lets his hand move higher up Senga's thigh and Senga does the same.
This time, it's Senga who topples over, but he pulls Nikaido with him. They have to break their kiss to rearrange themselves, shifting over to get their legs up on the bed, but then Nikaido has his wish and he's pressing Senga into the covers, Senga murmuring his name and clearly having no objections. Nikaido is suddenly hyperaware that this is Senga beneath him. He's had not a lot, but certainly enough experience with girls to know how different this is, the most noticeable difference being the erection that's pressing into his hip. It's still a little weird, but just like they did in the closet, Nikaido shifts just enough so that they're pressed together, and oh. Senga whines into his mouth and Nikaido echoes it, pushing down harder.
Nikaido rocks them together and when Senga's hands land on his hips to guide him, it sends a wash of arousal so powerful through him that Nikaido has to tear his mouth away to gasp. He keeps moving, stares down at the ecstasy written across Senga's face until Senga opens his eyes, and Nikaido knows that he's going to come like this, under the eyes and hands of his best friend.
Senga's counter-rhythm is already breaking, his fingers tightening their hold as his eyes widen.
"Wait," he gasps. "Nika, wait."
But Nikaido doesn't want to wait. He wants to feel Senga come apart beneath him. He presses his mouth back to Senga's and grinds himself against him, moves hard enough to make Senga feel, despite the layers in between them. Senga scrabbles at him, hands pulling at his shirt, making desperate-sounding noises against his mouth, but Nikaido refuses to let him go. Senga struggles for another few seconds before tensing up with a keening cry. He goes entirely still for a moment, then rips his mouth from Nikaido's to suck in heaving gasps of air, shuddering violently.
Nikaido knows that he made Senga come, that Senga came because of him, and it's the hottest thing ever. He shudders himself, and knows he's close. He presses his face into the side of Senga's neck.
"Kento," he manages, speaking much more difficult than he expected.
Senga's reply is still more of a shaky ahh than anything else.
"Kento, please?" he breathes into Senga's skin. "Touch me?"
Senga doesn't reply, but he tips Nikaido to the side and presses their foreheads together. Nikaido can feel his still-ragged breathing on his face. There's something almost creepy about the way Senga stares at him from so close, but at the same time it's intimate. Like Senga's telling him he knows exactly who he's with and who he's touching, and Nikaido has to fight to keep his eyes open when Senga's hand slips beneath the waistband of his pants. He doesn't get beneath his underwear, but even the way he palms Nikaido through the fabric is enough. It's only another few seconds of his rubbing before Nikaido can't keep his eyes open anymore. He squeezes them shut and holds Senga tightly, pressing his open mouth against Senga's to quiet his moan as he comes.
They lie there, tucked close together, breathing evening out as their heartbeats slow. Senga's hand is a loose curl warm against Nikaido's abdomen. Nikaido opens his eyes and waits a minute or two until Senga opens his as well and gives Nikaido a small smile.
"Kiss me again?" Nikaido whispers, and Senga does, soft and sweet, until Nikaido nudges him back.
"Hey, Kento," he says, and Senga hmms. "I really like you."
And after everything, it's probably pretty obvious. Senga just laughs happily and pinches at Nikaido's stomach. "Is that so?"
Nikaido squirms. "Hey!" And then he can't protest anymore because Senga is kissing him again.
Nikaido wonders if breathing is really all that important, anyway.
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