Reflecting Reality (Nikaido/Senga, NC-17)
Title: Reflecting Reality
Fandom/Pairing: Kis-My-Ft2, Nikaido/Senga
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Summary: What you see isn't always reality.
AN: Many, many thanks to mousapelli and timeripple, the awesome betas.
This is dedicated to sourangel. Happy Birthday! ♥
The best part, Nikaido thinks, about being in the Jimusho is that there are so many people, there's always somebody to have some fun with. For this reason, he especially likes big events, like the one Tackey and Tsubasa have coming up to celebrate their new album. Even though the show itself is nerve-wracking and the extra practices are brutal, Nikaido is looking forward to having everybody all together, to sneaking into each other's dressing rooms, eating together, and most of all, playing tricks on each other.
It turns out that this time, instead of having dressing rooms, everyone is backstage together and Nikaido thinks that's even better. It's one big room, and while Takki-senpai and Tsubasa-senpai have their own curtained-off corner, the rest is a wide open space. Mostly, Nikaido thinks it feels like Shonen Club. Older juniors, younger juniors, tall, small… everyone gathered together. For the most part, groups have claimed sections of the wall or floor for themselves, but it's nice that they can mingle.
When Nikaido gets back from picking up lunch, it's fairly quiet. Most of the older juniors are still out for food and the chibiko are finishing up rehearsal. Tottsu and Goseki are eating convenience store bentos, talking softly, and a few others are along the wall, having brought lunch from home. Kitayama's across the room, typing up schoolwork on Takki-senpai's laptop. Nikaido goes to join the ABC members, not seeing anyone else from his group. He doesn't want to disturb Kitayama, not after last time.
The peace doesn't last long, though. After a few minutes, the chibiko come tumbling back into the room in a mass of noise. They scramble through bags for their lunches or water bottles, chattering and yelling to each other. Nikaido can see Kitayama's sigh as he gives up on his work and goes to get his own lunch, and Casey Anderson rescues the laptop from the floor. Kitayama passes Fujigaya and Senga at the door and points out Nikaido, and the two come to sit with Nikaido's small group.
The room has really filled up by the time Kitayama returns and goes to steal back the laptop. Nikaido assumes he'll try to finish as much as he can before their rehearsals resume. So he's surprised when Kitayama sits down next to Casey, but makes no move to take the computer. In fact, Kitayama is just looking over the kid's shoulder, smiling a bit.
Nikaido's curious. He elbows Senga in the side to get his attention and gets Fujigaya's as well. He motions toward Kitayama and Casey.
"What's up with those two?" he asks. The others all look for a moment, seemingly as confused as he is.
"Let's find out!" Senga says, and hops to his feet. Nikaido rolls his eyes. Subtle. He follows along anyway when Senga tugs on his arm. Fujigaya, Tottsu, and others all get up to trail behind them.
…really subtle.
Kitayama and Casey look up in surprise when the group huddles over them.
"Hi?" Kitayama says. Casey just blinks as Senga drops down next to him and leans over to look at the laptop.
"What are you doing?" Senga asks, peering at the screen. His expression falls. "…it's in English."
Kitayama looks amused at this. "Casey said he does all his internet browsing in English to practice, since he doesn't have a chance to speak much." Casey nods in confirmation. "Since I always have to use lots of English for school, I thought I'd try to follow along."
Kitayama smiles kindly at Casey, who looks embarrassed, but also pleased by the attention.
Fujigaya follows Senga's example and sits down. "How much did you understand?" he asks Kitayama, grinning.
Kitayama shrugs. "A bunch? I can understand quite a lot," he insists.
"Yeah, he can!" Casey pipes up, and Kitayama ruffles his hair until the boy ducks out from under his hand.
"Do they have stuff about us in English?" Kawai interrupts. Everyone looks at him. "What? That's not a weird question!" he says. The group laughs, but stops when Casey speaks again.
"Umm. They do. I mean… I haven't really looked much, but there's basic information."
"Really? Search for Kisumai!" Senga says. "What does it say?"
Casey does as requested and reads out the results.
"First is mostly a translation of the wiki page. You've all seen that in Japanese, right?" He continues when the surrounding juniors all nod. "Then… okay, no, that's Korean. Next site has some performance clips… no… no… oh, here. This one seems to be a site or message board just for you. " He looks up at the Kisumai members present; Nikaido glances over to see that Yokoo has joined them.
"The site has more video clips… boring," Casey whispers, but they all hear anyway and Kitayama pokes him. "Translations-"
"Of what?" Fujigaya interrupts, and Casey glares at him for a moment before realizing who he's looking at, and then he cowers a bit.
"I was getting to that. Anyway. Translations of magazine interviews, songs, Shonen Club games… looks like some of you are in those," he adds, for the benefit of ABC and Ishigaki. "Stories…" Here Casey frowns. "Well, sort of. Stories about you, but…" He stops, blushing.
"But…?" Yokoo prods. Kitayama leans over and squints at the screen for a moment.
"Oh. About us with girls. I think," Kitayama offers. Casey "hmms" an affirmation. "Well, that's dumb."
Everyone laughs at this.
"What else?" Ishigaki asks. "Is it all just fake?"
Casey clicks for a bit as they observe. "Hmm, yes and no? I mean, some is just people talking about Kisumai. The fans think Senga-kun is really cute. And naïve."
Yokoo snorts loudly. "Naïve. Right."
Kitayama laughs in agreement. "They don't know much about Senga, do they?"
Senga has the decency to look sheepish.
"And… Nikaido-kun is a player." Casey adds.
Nikaido splutters while everyone around him cracks up laughing. "W-what?"
Casey smiles brightly. "They say you sleep around with everyone in the Jimusho."
Now Nikaido chokes, and Senga looks like he can't breathe from laughing. The rest of his group isn't in much better condition.
"I. I don't! I mean, with- with. What?!" Nikaido manages. Even Tottsu is laughing at him.
Kitayama reaches over to pat Nikaido's arm. It's not very comforting when he says, "It's okay, we all know you're a virgin," and everyone just laughs harder.
Highly embarrassed, Nikaido tries to snatch away the laptop, but Fujigaya grabs him before he gets close enough. "A thirteen-year-old shouldn't be reading this stuff!" Nikaido says, praying they'll stop.
Casey seems happy to amuse everyone, and keeps reading.
"Apparently, the rumor about Kitayama-kun's STDs has reached the English-speakers, too."
By this point, Kawai has practically crawled into Goseki's lap for support, and Ishigaki is half-draped over Yokoo, unable to sit up straight. They're all howling with laughter, but now it's Kitayama who looks horrified. He snatches the computer away from Casey, to Nikaido's relief.
"OKAY, THAT'S IT. COMPUTER TIME OVER," Kitayama shouts. No one argues since it's close to the end of break anyway. They wander away, still giggling and laughing. Fujigaya is leading Casey safely out of Kitayama's reach. Nikaido's just glad that at least someone had to share in his mortification. He's grateful when the choreographer calls them to practice two minutes later.
When work is over for the day, Nikaido and Senga head back to Nikaido's house. Nikaido's parents are away in Fukuoka for a wedding, and everyone knows he hates to be by himself. They tease him endlessly about that, too, but Nikaido thinks he can put up with it if it means he doesn't have to stay in an empty house alone.
The events from earlier seem to be forgotten, at least until Senga uses his computer to check his email before bed. Just seeing the computer apparently reminds him, because he suddenly grins at Nikaido. "A total slut, huh?"
"Oh, god, shut up," Nikaido says, and throws one of his pillows at Senga's head. He regrets it immediately when he leans back and hits his head on the headboard. "Ow."
Senga can't hold back his laughter. "No, seriously! It's really funny!"
"It isn't," Nikaido grumbles, rubbing his head. "Besides, they all think you're cute and innocent. How does anyone think that? They must be blind."
Senga pouts, but his eyes are sparkling. "I don't know. I can be pretty innocent." Nikaido looks at him like Senga's crazy and Senga smirks back at him. "Oh, come on. You can try being all slutty," he chirps.
Nikaido balks. "What?! No!"
"It's fun," Senga insists. "Really. You should try. I can recommend people! Tackey-sempai is really nice, you know... "
Nikaido glares at him. "That's dumb. I'm not going to randomly start sleeping with people at work. I've never even slept with a girl. You know that."
Senga abandons the computer and crosses the small distance to the bed. "Yeah, I know that. Okay, you don't have to sleep with random people at work. You could just sleep with me."
His voice is so calm and straightforward that it takes Nikaido a second to process what he's said.
"What!"
Senga makes big eyes at him. "I want you to," he sing-songs.
Nikaido doesn't even know what to say to that. "Senga…"
Senga scootches forward and places his hands on Nikaido's knees. "Please? Come on…"
Nikaido pulls away from him, curling tightly at the head of his bed. "What the fuck. No, Senga, that's weird."
Senga looks a bit hurt, but gets closer again anyway. "But why not? You let me kiss you..."
"Just once!"
"Twice. And you wanted to. You liked kissing me, didn't you?"
Nikaido refuses to meet Senga's eyes and says nothing. He can't really lie about that.
"Let me kiss you, Nika," Senga says, leaning in close. He's not touching Nikaido yet, he's waiting for permission, but Nikaido feels like there's no room to breathe. He hears himself agreeing and then Senga's mouth is brushing softly against his.
This is familiar. It's still a little weird, but Nikaido likes Senga a lot, he likes kissing him, so he figures there isn't anything really wrong with it if it makes them both happy. He lets Senga move closer and push him into the headboard without complaining, but when Senga slides his hands up under Nikaido's t-shirt, Nikaido feels a little warm. He doesn't pull away until he feels Senga's erection pressing against his hip, and then it's just too uncomfortable. The warmth has changed to burning and he's not sure how to deal with that. He nudges Senga back enough that he can breathe.
"Senga. Senga, stop. I can't."
Senga looks at him, impassive. "Why not?"
"I just. It makes me uncomfortable, okay? I don't like this."
"Uncomfortable how?" Senga asks, and Nikaido doesn't like the way he's eyeing him.
"Just. Just uncomfortable. I can't breathe."
Senga chuckles a little. "Nika, that's supposed to happen." He lowers his voice. "You can't breathe. Everything gets way too hot. You can feel every little place I'm touching you." He presses his fingers against Nikaido's knee and Nikaido flinches away.
"That's normal. Stop thinking it's a bad thing," Senga admonishes. He presses against Nikaido again and waits until Nikaido stops trying to twitch away.
Nikaido tries to listen to him and just accept the little shivers that pass along his skin, but it's hard. He wants Senga to touch him, but he also wants Senga to leave. He wants to kiss Senga, and he wants to never see him again. Most of all, he just wants to kick himself for being so awkward.
"Cute," Senga whispers, and Nikaido realizes that his face is burning.
"Shut up," he mutters, and Senga shuts them both up by kissing him again. His hands return to their place running up and down Nikaido's sides, and this time Nikaido doesn't protest. It tickles a little, but it feels good, and then it doesn't matter because he's distracted by Senga's tongue in his mouth.
When Senga finally pulls away, Nikaido finds that they're not wearing shirts anymore. Or Senga isn't, anyway. His own is open and hanging from his elbows. He's too surprised to argue when Senga helps to pull it off entirely. And he doesn't object when Senga pushes him back down on the bed and climbs on top of him. The feeling of Senga's erection pressing against his is both exciting and embarrassing at the same time, so he focuses on just touching Senga's skin, and on kissing.
Nikaido knows the noise he makes when Senga shifts isn't a very happy one. He can't help it. It's weird. But Senga hushes him and presses down harder, rolling his hips into Nikaido's until Nikaido can't help but press back.
He's getting used to it, he thinks. The slow slide and gentle friction, Senga's hands hot against his skin. It feels nice. More than nice. It's the only reason he listens when Senga whispers "Don't freak out, okay?" against his lips and slides a hand down between them.
Still, Nikaido can't keep his breath from hitching as Senga undoes buttons and zippers and pushes fabric out of the way. He bites his lip against a whimper when Senga takes them both in his hand.
He's grateful that Senga's going slowly. Senga is still kissing him, tongue brushing his, then pulling back to flick lightly against his lips. It makes Nikaido want to drink him in and he reaches up to touch Senga's face, not sure how to convey this. He lets his hand hover awkwardly near Senga's ear until Senga grabs it and pulls it to his cheek.
"Go ahead, Nika. I don't mind. Touch me, do what you want." Senga smiles at him and Nikaido pulls him down to kiss him, hard.
He supposes he shouldn't be so surprised then when Senga stops everything and looks him in the eye.
"Nika. I know...I know you haven't done this before. But… would you try? With me?"
"What?" Nikaido asks, slowly. He has an idea of what Senga's getting at, and he's not sure how he feels about it. Nervous, certainly. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, and thinks that Senga can probably feel it, too.
He can feel when Senga takes a deep breath to speak. "Have sex with me, Nikaido. Please."
Nikaido stares at him, wide-eyed. Even though he was expecting it, hearing Senga ask out loud is still a shock. "I can't. I've never-"
"I know," Senga interrupts. "I know. But. There's a first time for everything, right?"
"Yeah, but."
"…but?" Senga shifts again and Nikaido gasps.
"Senga!" Now things might be going too fast for his liking. Nikaido will admit to himself that he likes Senga, might even admit it to Senga if pushed, but this is a whole new level of scary. He's okay with kissing, might like to try some other things too, but really being with another person…
"Here, Nika, just. Watch me, okay?" When Nikaido nods, Senga pushes their clothes off the rest of the way and nudges him up against the headboard. Then he backs off, and Nikaido's left feeling a little exposed without Senga's body to cover him. He watches while Senga leans down to pull something from his bag, and then stares as Senga positions himself in a way that makes Nikaido feel exposed just looking at him. The nervousness isn't doing anything to lessen his hard-on, though, and he has a feeling he knows what's next.
Senga gasps softly as he slides a finger into himself. It sounds loud in the silence of the room. Nikaido is holding his breath, staring. He can't breathe, won't breathe, doesn't want to break the spell, and he watches as Senga slides his finger deeper, as Senga squeezes his eyes shut tight.
Whenever Nikaido has thought about being with Senga (because he has), it was never like this. This is something he's never imagined, something far beyond the kisses and the hand jobs he'd pictured. But now it's happening. Now Senga has two fingers inside himself, stretching himself open, and Nikaido can't tear his gaze away. Senga's breath catches on a moan as he arches up and Nikaido can't help but moan with him. Senga cracks open his eyes and grins a little at this, shifting against his hand.
"Do you like watching?" Senga asks. He doesn't wait for Nikaido to respond before he answers for him, sounding pleased. "You do."
Nikaido wouldn't have said anything different, but he doesn't tell Senga that. He doesn't tell him anything, really. He just slides forward a bit and tentatively reaches out to touch Senga's knee. He rubs small circles into Senga's skin and tries to figure out what he wants to look at most- how Senga's carefully inserting a third finger, or how Senga's face looks as he does it.
He settles for watching Senga's face, since looking elsewhere still feels a bit awkward. Besides, he doesn't want to miss the flashes of discomfort and pleasure that are mixing in Senga's expression. His eyes are closed again, his mouth open, and his tongue keeps darting out to slide along his lips. Nikaido wants to lean down and lick at those lips himself, but he's not sure if now would be a good time. It's a good thing Senga can apparently read minds, because when he grabs Nikaido's shoulder with his other hand and whispers "Kiss me," Nikaido doesn't waste another second.
It's a little bit messy. Senga's gasping for air at this point and can't seem to concentrate much, but he doesn't seem to mind letting Nikaido do as he pleases. Nikaido goes with his first instinct and licks along Senga's bottom lip until Senga's tongue flicks out to meet his. After that, it's more of a hot, wet tangle: lips and teeth and tongue and not enough air.
Senga whines into Nikaido's mouth and twists beneath him, and Nikaido would really love to know what's making him do that. Just thinking about it pulls a small noise from his throat that he can't manage to stifle. More noises follow when Senga's other hand comes up to rest on Nikaido's hip, still slick with lube and warm and oh god.
"Now," Senga pleads. "Now, Nika."
But Nikaido can't. He just--even thinking about it. He wants it so badly, knows Senga's waiting, but he's never--it feels like the first time he ever sang a solo line. He'd waited for so long, wanted it more than anything, and when he finally got it, he was elated. And absolutely terrified. It's just like that. Logically, he knows it's not such a big deal for Senga, who is pushing against him impatiently. But Nikaido's not sure he can do this.
He lets out a surprised yell as Senga shoves him over onto his back and straddles him. Nikaido clutches at Senga's thighs a little desperately.
"What are you-?"
"What do you think?" Senga replies, slicking a hand up and down Nikaido's cock, coating him and making him cry out again. "You're too slow." And with that he lowers himself down onto Nikaido with a quiet hiss.
Later, Nikaido will be glad that Senga doesn't give him any time to think about it. For now, he's too focused on the feel of Senga squeezing around him that he doesn't think at all. Senga is moving, just a small rocking of his hips, but it's fast and tight and now Nikaido is the one with his eyes closed, head thrown back. He knows that sounds are pouring from his mouth but he can't bring himself to care. Hands brush his where they're still clenched on Senga's thighs and he grabs on to those instead, lacing his fingers through Senga's and pulling Senga forward.
He lets Senga push his hands down next to his head, doesn't care if he can't reach out to touch, because then Senga's kissing him again. Senga slows down with his hips, changes his pace to a deeper, smoother slide, matches his movements with his tongue. It's all a bit overwhelming for Nikaido. He can't predict anything anymore, just lets Senga assault his senses, touching, tasting, teasing.
It's that last part that's really driving him crazy. Because Senga is a tease. He stops moving for a minute, just nipping lightly at Nikaido's upper lip, then pulls back to lift up and drop down roughly on Nikaido's cock, just once, then grinds a small circle, twice, then entirely stops moving again. Nikaido wants to scream. His hands are still trapped under Senga's and in this position he has no leverage to thrust up into Senga at all. It takes less than a minute more of this before he'll promise anything if Senga would just move.
"Senga. Oh god, Senga, please."
It seems to be the right thing to say. Senga leans down close to breathe in his ear.
"Your turn."
Nikaido's not sure what Senga means by that, but then Senga lets go of his hands and pulls him upright. It's a little awkward, but Nikaido follows Senga's lead as they twist around, and as soon as they settle again, Nikaido understands. With Senga on his back, Nikaido is free to move as much as he wants, and he does. He thrusts in hard and fast and loves the way Senga pushes back against him. When he shifts his angle a bit and Senga cries out loudly, Nikaido thinks it's the best sound he's ever heard. Soon he has Senga screaming beneath him, clutching the bedspread so hard his knuckles are white, pure ecstasy written across his face, and Nikaido doesn't know why he ever hesitated.
Nikaido is tumbling into Senga, literally even, his arms shaking, rhythm breaking, and when Senga comes with a broken yell, whiteness rushes up to catch Nikaido as he falls.
When Nikaido opens his eyes again, Senga is flopped boneless beneath him, a sated smile on his face and his chest rising and falling as he sucks in much needed air. He blinks as Nikaido rolls off to press against his side.
"Oh god, Nika. That was. The best fuck. Ever," Senga says, pausing to catch his breath. "Should have known you'd be really good."
Nikaido feels a little embarrassed now, but also rather glad that he didn't totally suck like he had a feeling he might. And considering Senga's penchant for getting around, that kind of compliment means quite a lot. Nikaido hopes it's true and that Senga doesn't just say that to everyone. Judging from the way Senga's looking at him, he means it, and Nikaido finds that reassuring.
"Umm. Yeah, that was." Nikaido fumbles for words as Senga laughs.
"You have no standard for comparison," Senga says, and Nikaido shoves him for it.
"Shut up."
Senga laughs again. "Nice. But no, really. You're kind of rough. It's good."
His eyes are sparkling with mirth and Nikaido blushes again.
"So does that mean you'd want to, maybe…" Nikaido ventures.
"Do it again?" Senga finishes. "Any time. Besides, there's more than one way to be a virgin. We'll have to fix that so you match your reputation." He smacks an obnoxiously loud kiss against Nikaido's cheek and grabs at Nikaido's ass.
Nikaido lets out an affronted gasp and descends on Senga's ribs with his fingers. Senga shrieks with laughter and tries to squirm away, but Nikaido catches him and pulls him back, kissing him to muffle the laughter.
Nikaido thinks that he doesn't want his reputation; he just wants Senga.
He wants Senga. Wants him like this and god, how could he not have wanted this? Their kisses are breathless from laughter, but it's not long before they're breathless for another reason. Nikaido's still nervous, but in a different way than before. He knows Senga's not going to make fun of him, at least not meanly. And having watched Senga, he really wants to know just what made him scream like that. The thought flashes through his head that maybe they're going too fast, but then, he's already taken one big step today. What's one more?
Senga was right. The rush of heat through his body was only uncomfortable because he told himself it was. Now he's relishing how his skin burns wherever they come in contact.
It's not quite as slow this time; Nikaido's more confident in his ability to make Senga squirm. He runs his hands down Senga's back, over his ass, slides his finger across Senga's opening, and Senga laughs against his mouth.
"Try that on yourself," he says, and then goes back to kissing Nikaido senseless. It's only when he begins to trail kisses down Nikaido's neck that Nikaido thinks about it. The idea seems weird, to touch himself there, but he'd watched Senga do it, wanted to do it to Senga… He starts to slide a hand down, but realizes the angle will be too awkward. Senga doesn't even pause when Nikaido tumbles him to the side. He helpfully pulls one of Nikaido's legs over his hip and continues kissing his way down Nikaido's chest.
This way is much easier, Nikaido discovers. He uses the lube Senga pushes into his hand and coats his fingers. The first touch is cold, and even though he was expecting it, he jumps a little. He keeps going at Senga's murmured encouragement, sure that he's flushed bright red, but it's not like Senga's looking, not when his head is at chest level and he's flicking his tongue out against Nikaido's nipple.
It's not hard to push one finger inside himself, although he thinks it's a bit unpleasant. Not painful, but not very sexy, either. He tries to imagine what it must look like, thinks of Senga earlier, spread out across his bed. It helps. Senga mumbles more directions at him and Nikaido does his best to follow, moving his finger in and out and cringing at the feeling. Senga's hand smoothes down his arm, over his elbow, past his wrist, and Nikaido wills away his embarrassment as Senga's fingers join his. He feels Senga push in along with him, and it's sort of disorienting. He can touch Senga with his finger, and also feel the stretch deep within himself. Nikaido finds it hard to process both sensations at the same time and lets Senga take over, pulling his own hand back only enough that he can hold onto Senga's wrist. It's a little less confusing this way, and Nikaido just focuses on the slight burn as Senga stretches him.
Nikaido is waiting for another finger when Senga pulls out.
"Wha-? Is that-?" Nikaido can't form complete sentences, but Senga seems to understand.
"No, just wait. Can you move a bit?" Senga helps Nikaido onto his hands and knees and moves behind him. Nikaido's not sure what he's planning to do; he doesn't think he's ready for whatever it is.
He's not: his arms give out with the first touch of Senga's tongue. "Ahh!"
Nikaido buries his face in his pillow to muffle his cries. Senga's licking into him, hot and wet, and just the idea is enough to make Nikaido shudder. It's dirty, so dirty. And the noises. Senga sucks hard and Nikaido screams.
Nikaido barely notices when Senga replaces his tongue with his fingers again, three this time. By this point, he's shaking badly and every exhalation is a whimper, a moan, a cry. He can feel Senga inside him, touching him, and it's unreal. It seems impossible that anyone could touch his center like that, so unbelievably deep.
He's only empty for a second before Senga's pushing his cock inside, and that's big, but it feels even better than Senga's fingers or his tongue. It's a strange pressure, it might even hurt, but Nikaido's too preoccupied by the very idea to notice.
Senga wraps his arms around Nikaido's chest and pulls him upright, holding Nikaido tight against himself. Nikaido reaches back to tug Senga closer and lets his head drop onto Senga's shoulder.
"What did I tell you about thinking so much?" Senga gasps. "Just feel it."
And as easy as that, Nikaido does. There's a bright flare of arousal as Senga nudges something inside and Nikaido groans. "Aahh, Senga."
"There?" Senga pushes harder and Nikaido is glad Senga's holding him up, because he can't do it himself.
"Yeah, I guess," Nikaido moans, and it's ragged. Senga's hand on his cock doesn't help the situation. "Nngh, Senga, fuck."
Senga lets Nikaido drop back onto his elbows and grabs his hip with one hand, his other still sliding quickly along Nikaido's erection. He gets in a few thrusts before he grabs onto Nikaido's hips with both hands and fucks him properly.
"Touch yourself," he throws out, and Nikaido is quick to comply, pulling himself off roughly as Senga slams into him. He's close, really close, when Senga presses in deep and comes, and even though Nikaido can hear Senga, it's the feeling that really gets him. Because he can feel it. He wants Senga to stay inside a little longer, just let him finish, but Senga doesn't wait.
Nikaido whimpers as Senga pulls out, but then Senga's sliding underneath him and licking at his cock, just the tip. He doesn't even need to do more than that before Nikaido's orgasm is crashing through him, painting Senga's lips and chin with the excess he can't catch in his mouth. Nikaido's conscious enough to be vaguely horrified, but when Senga slides up the length of his body beneath him and catches Nikaido against his chest, he's licking his lips with a smile.
He wipes the last bit off his chin with his fingers and offers it to Nikaido, who would really rather refuse, but doesn't. When he sucks a drop from Senga's finger, he finds it's not what he expected, just sort of salty with a tinge of bitterness.
They lie together this time, not talking. Breathing is enough, and Nikaido can hear Senga's heartbeat where his ear is pressed against his chest. It has slowed down by the time they move again.
Nikaido pushes himself up and winces as unfamiliar parts complain. He pokes Senga. "Come on, you're not sleeping like that. We need to shower."
Senga cracks open an eye.
"Are you serious?" he groans. "Ugh, how can you even move, you freak? We're going to have to work on that."
Nikaido laughs. "I think I've worked on enough for one day. And you are most definitely not sleeping in my bed until we shower and change the sheets. That's just gross."
Senga stares. "You think that's- really? After we just-"
"Yes," Nikaido insists. "Now get up. I'd carry you, but right now I think you need to be carrying me."
It's the closest Nikaido will get to admitting that he's in any pain, and it gets Senga's full attention. "Oh, Nika, I'm sorry," he says, but he giggles and Nikaido raises an eyebrow in his direction. "No, no, are you okay?"
"I will be, after a hot shower," Nikaido replies, and tugs hard on Senga's hand. Senga finally gives in and lets Nikaido drag him from the bed. Nikaido is sure it's on purpose when Senga seemingly overbalances and drapes himself along Nikaido's side, grinning.
"Hi there," Senga whispers, and Nikaido can't even be annoyed. He just rolls his eyes as Senga kisses his nose.
"You're such a dork," Nikaido whispers back.
"A really sexy dork?"
"Yes, a really sexy dork," Nikaido deadpans, and follows it with a smack to Senga's ass that makes Senga yelp.
They're both still laughing as they shut the bathroom door behind them.
"You know, Nika," Senga says, "that now whenever you ask me to come with you to the bathroom…" He trails off and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. Nikaido looks back from where he's testing the water temperature and waggles his own in return.
"Maybe I'll just ask Kitamitsu, then."
Senga just nods acceptingly as they step under the spray of water. "Well, again, that would fit your reputation. But I kind of hope you won't ask anyone besides me."
And after everything, Nikaido still can't help but blush.