The Loneliness I Pride Myself On ~ 14/18 ~ [Reita & Ruki]
Title: The Loneliness I Pride Myself On
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 14/18
Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Reita & Ruki (Akira & Takanori),
Synopsis: Takanori liked to think that he hated everybody equally. Though, he had to admit, somewhat begrudgingly, that he hated a few less than others.
Warnings: Use of real names, Profanity.
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the mediocre plot.
Comments: At the bottom, darlings <3
Previous Chapter
The next Saturday morning Takanori was awoken by the feeling of butterfly kisses being spread across the surface of his face. With a groan, the second year rolled over and buried his face into the plush pillow. However there was barely a break in the contact as the lips merely moved to the back of his neck, moving further down towards his cheek. Hands slithered their way to his hips and slid underneath his shirt. The contact on his skin made goosebumps prickle all over Takanori’s body. Those hands slithered further upwards, dragging his shirt along with them until the material was bunched under his armpits.
This awakening was pretty similar to how it’d been all week for the small second year. Since their date on Sunday Akira had pretty much moved into his room and had made himself quite comfortable in Takanori’s bed. Not that the little blond was complaining, it was just that Akira liked to wake him up every morning. Regardless of how sweet the wakeup call was, Takanori just wasn’t a morning person…At all. But beyond the mornings, things had gone back to regular at school. Even though, in their eyes, Takanori was now officially Akira’s boyfriend they had still decided not tell anyone at school. The fact that Takanori wasn’t a people person still hadn’t changed one bit. Of course Aoi had managed to figure it out for himself, the clever bastard. But Takanori didn’t really mind him knowing because, really, who was Aoi actually going to tell? The reclusive raven didn’t speak to anyone but him and Kouyou.
This was probably the first week they’d actually gone to school every single day since Akira had moved in. But it was a nice change and, as well as school, Akira had managed to sort out dinner with Akira’s mother and sister. They were due to arrive at around half past five that afternoon. Which meant that, seeing as it was almost midday, Akira and Takanori would have to drag themselves out of bed fairly soon.
Takanori groaned when Akira insisted on removing his shirt. “No, Aki,” the little blond growled, slapping at Akira’s hands. This had been another thing that’d been going on all week. Takanori had a feeling that Akira was trying to coerce him into sex. And the very idea terrified Takanori. Sure, he’d come close to it not so long ago but the thought still frightened him a bit. But, of course, he’d only been responding to Akira’s advances with joking rejection because he was just that shit at handling issues.
“Why not?” Akira whined against his neck. “Taka, don’t you know that I want you?” The elder blond scattered kisses over Takanori’s shoulder and then to his temple. “I think this is something we should talk about, you know. I know that the idea of sleeping with me makes you nervous, that much is obvious,” Akira began tentatively and Takanori felt his gut twisting a little bit. “But how long are you going to make me wait? I mean, realistically I’ll wait as long as you want me to, but a man has his needs.”
With a huff, Takanori yanked his shirt down and rolled onto his side so he could look at Akira who was lying beside him and studying him carefully. Averting his eyes, Takanori pursed his lips a little bit. “I know, Aki. I just…” The second year scrunched up his nose a little. He didn’t know how to explain himself really. What was stopping him from just saying yes, besides his own fear? Shuffling forwards a little bit, Takanori slipped his arms around Akira’s bare middle and hugged the elder blond close. “It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m just worried and I don’t even know why.”
Akira hummed, running his fingers through Takanori sleep mussed hair. These things he already knew. “Of course you’d be nervous,” Akira said, lightly kissing the top of Takanori’s head. “It’s your first time. But, you know that I’d never hurt you, yeah? I promise I’ll make sure that you’re comfortable. I don’t know what you expect me to be like, Taka. I’m not going to go in dry or prepare you wrong or anything. I want it to be just as pleasure for you as it will be for me. Think about that, ok?”
Takanori hesitated a little bit before he nodded, tucking his face into Akira’s neck. This was such an embarrassing topic for him. It probably didn’t need to be, but because he’d never had that kind of conversation before it was making him feel funny. “Ok…” He murmured, hugging Akira just a little bit tighter. “Ok, I…I trust you. We can…do it.”
Akira chuckled fondly and put his palms to Takanori’s cheeks, lifting his head to up to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. “If you’re sure,” he grinned when Takanori nodded. “But not right now. We’ve gotta get up and start getting everything ready for when mum and Koyuki get here.” Akira pecked Takanori on the lips before pulling away from the warm embrace. Giving Takanori’s bum a little pat, Akira hopped up out of bed and stretched. “Come on, you. Get up.” Takanori grumbled but dragged himself up anyways.
The pair of teenagers spent the next few hours getting the house ready. There wasn’t a lot to clean, but they still spent time making sure that the living room, dining room and kitchen were totally clean. Around five in the afternoon Takanori, who was already showered and dressed nicely in jeans and a crimson button-up shirt, began dinner while Akira went to have his own shower. When he was done, the third year joined Takanori in the kitchen to help out where he could. Takanori generally gave him jobs that wouldn’t result in the house being burned down. When the knock on the door came at about five thirty, Takanori set dinner aside to simmer while the pair of teenagers welcomed their guests. Of course, there were formalities and such. Suzuki-san commented on how lovely Takanori’s home was and how wonderfully he’d been looking out for Akira. Koyuki was pleased to see Akira, of course, and the blond third year spent most of the night with the little girl on his hip. Takanori really enjoyed seeing Akira with his family and, though it gave him a little twinge in his gut to see the elder blond so happy with something he’d never had, the sight still gave Takanori a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
Eventually they all sat down to dinner which Suzuki-san was quite impressed with. They chatted about school and how Akira was going with all of his assignments. When the topic of Takanori’s parents arose, which was inevitable, Akira held the little blond’s hand underneath the table as Takanori explained his situation and how his parents were always going away on business trips. After that, though, the conversation picked up again. When dinner was finished, Akira helped Takanori clear the table and, when they were in the kitchen alone, Akira pulled the little blond against his chest. “Is everything ok?” He asked, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind Takanori’s ear.
The second year nodded, “Yeah, just fine. I’m certainly coping a lot better tonight than I did the first time I met your mother,” the little blond chuckled.
“Well…” Akira began carefully, studying Takanori’s face for any sign that he wasn’t ready. “Do you think you’re ready to tell her everything? There’s no need to be nervous though. I mean, she knows about my sexuality so it probably won’t surprise her much.”
Takanori averted his gaze a little bit, feeling a slight twinge of apprehension twisting in his gut. Taking a deep breath, he nodded a little hesitantly, “Yeah. I’m ready.” This was a huge deal for Takanori. He’d not even come out to his parents yet and here he was, about to tell his boyfriend’s mother before his own parents even knew about his sexuality. ‘Fuck them,’ Takanori thought. Standing up on his tiptoes, Takanori gave Akira a little kiss before nudging him towards the door. “Come on, birdbrain. Let’s go.”
“Birdbrain?” Akira laughed, tugging Takanori towards the door to the lounge room where his mother and sister were currently residing. “I haven’t heard that nickname in a while.” Entering the Living room, Akira and Takanori strode towards the middle aged woman who looked up and smiled at the warmly. Takanori really did like Akira’s mother. She was someone he would have loved to have taken care of him as a child, and even now. Akira was a really lucky guy, despite his financial situation. Takanori learned long ago that happiness didn’t depend on how much money one had.
“Mum,” Akira said, successfully gaining the woman’s full attention now. With a glance at Takanori the elder blond looked back at his mother and grinned. “I’d like to tell you something.” Takanori resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Akira’s dramatics. He loved being a pain in the arse, didn’t he? But Akira’s mother seemed to be a little on edge with the suspense. Akira’s grin widened and he picked up Takanori’s hand, treading their fingers together before looking up at Suzuki-san. “Takanori and I… we’re dating.”
Takanori bit his lip anxiously, watching the way Akira’s mother’s eyes moved between him and the third year. Her rather blank facial expression wasn’t instilling him with very much confidence, if he were to be totally honest. She…didn’t really look to have reacted in any kind of way. Did that mean that Takanori wasn’t good enough? Did she not think that he would make a very good boyfriend for Akira? Oh god, what if she thought he was just some rich arsehole?! A few moments of tense silence passed by before there was a loud shout and a pair of arms were slung around his neck as a body collided with his.
“Oh boys!” Suzuki-san’s voice rang out into the living room. “I’m so happy for you!” She pulled back from hugging Takanori to wrap her arms around her own son. This time when Takanori looked at her he saw the most amazingly bright, huge grin on her face. Unwrapping one arm from Akira, she held it out to Takanori and beckoned him over. The slightly stunned blond shuffled over and she pulled him into a three way hug with her and Akira. “You boys are going to be happy forever, I can see it already. You’ll get married, adopt children and then get old together. Oh, I’m so happy!”
“Whoa, calm down mum,” Akira laughed, patting his mother on the back, hopefully in a bid to calm the overly excited woman down a bit. She really was so enthusiastic about this, wasn’t she? “Don’t freak Taka out with your crazy grandma talk. We’ve gotta finish high school yet.”
Takanori was silent throughout this whole exchange but then he felt a little tug on the bottom of his shirt. Looking down, he spotted Koyuki standing beside him, gazing up at him with her big curious eyes. Bending down, he came eye to eye with the little girl who blinked at him for a few moments before she stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her little arms around his neck. “Are you going to be my new Nii-chan?” She asked.
Takanori’s heart did little flips. He wasn’t often very fond of children, but this kid was just way too damn cute for her own good. Gingerly, Takanori put on arm underneath her bum to support her and picked her up, sitting her on his hip. That’s when he noticed that Akira had come over as well. Takanori watched the elder blond ruffle his little sister’s hair a little. “He might be one day,” Akira told his sister who grinned widely and tucked her face in against Takanori’s neck.
The blond second year was absolutely elated. He was so happy he could’ve started crying. But that would have just been awkward, so he kept that inside as he, Akira and Suzuki-san moved back over to the couch to sit down and continue talking. It was probably around nine o’clock when Suzuki-san announced that she and Koyuki, who’d fallen asleep in Takanori’s lap with her head on his chest and her arms still hugging his neck, should get home. It was with a small amount of guilt that Takanori had to wake the little girl up and pass her over to her mother. Takanori said goodbye to both of them, thanked them for coming and headed upstairs to give Akira a moment to say goodbye to his mother.
Once back upstairs in his room, Takanori dropped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Well, that had been both exciting and terrifying at the same time. So someone now knew about him and Akira…well, accept Aoi. But he’d figured it out himself. Really, Takanori was glad that Akira’s mother was the first to know. She was such a lovely accepting woman with a warm heart and a kind soul. Takanori knew for sure that he’d be inviting her around for dinner more often, Koyuki too, of course. She was such a sweet little girl. It almost made Takanori wish he had a sibling. Well…he might’ve. But he wouldn’t know.
Sighing, the little blond got up off his bed and wandered over to his dresser where he pulled out his typical pyjamas; a short pair of cotton shorts and a baggy wool sweater. Just as he was shutting his drawer the door opened and Akira strode in with a huge grin on his face. Takanori merely shook his head and chuckled. “I’ll be back, I’m just gonna change.” Passing his bed, the blond entered his bathroom.
After changing, removing his makeup, washing his face, moisturizing and brushing out his hair, Takanori returned to his room to find that Akira had thrown away his clothes in favour of his own usual sweat pants and was lying in Takanori’s bed, hands behind his head and eyes closed. Smiling a little, Takanori padded across the room and switched off the overhead light, so the only light illuminating the room came from the soft glow of the lamp beside the younger blond’s bed. Just as he was about to crawl onto the bed, Akira opened his eyes and looked over. “Open the curtains, would you?” He instructed gently.
Takanori was a little confused, but did as he was told. After he’d moved the material aside, Akira switched the bedside lamp off and then the room was bathed in the silver glow of the moon. Turning around, Takanori looked over to see Akira was sitting up in bed with a soft smile on his lips. The little blond’s heart did a flip in his chest. For some reason he thought Akira looked really lovely, sitting there on his bed, skin illuminated my pale moonlight and the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a smile that, for once, wasn’t cocky nor arrogant. Sighing breathily, Takanori walked back across the room and slid onto his bed to sit in front of Akira. Somehow he knew. He didn’t know how he knew, but he just did…
Tonight was the night.
The blond second year’s eyes fluttered a little when Akira raised his hand and brushed his knuckles over the raised skin of Takanori’s cheekbone. The little blond leaned into the touch and closed his eyes all the way when Akira’s lips finally descended on his after a few drawn out moments of the elder admiring his features. Takanori could tell straight away that this kiss was different. The way Akira’s lips caressed his told him that this time there was going to be more, more than just tender kisses and a long night of cuddling under the sheets. This kiss was more of a promise. Through it, Takanori could feel that Akira was going to be gentle, but at the same time firm and Akira was also telling him that there was no need to be apprehensive. So when Akira’s arms twisted their way around the little blond’s lithe waist, Takanori didn’t hesitate to melt into Akira’s embrace.
At first their kiss was just the simple press of lips against lips. But then Akira’s hand came to rest on the nape of Takanori’s neck and the little blond could feel the press of a tongue against his bottom lip. Gingerly, he parted his plush lips just enough for Akira’s tongue to slide into his mouth. As the elder blond’s tongue slowly guided Takanori’s own slick muscle in a slippery dance, the younger lifted his stationary hands and placed them on Akira’s thighs for lack of a better idea. He just felt like he needed to put his hands somewhere.
Akira slowly broke from their kiss and brushed some of Takanori’s hair out of his face. It seemed that the elder blond couldn’t keep the smile off his face, because the corners of his lips twitched upwards in a content smile again. Takanori seemed to understand without Akira having to say anything because he scooted back on the bed and laid down, his head coming to rest amongst the plush pillows. The act of willingness only made Akira smile more. The little blond could feel his heart beating in his chest when Akira swung one leg over his hips and leaned down over him to kiss him again.
This was like a re-enactment of the night they’d had a little while ago, when Takanori had gotten angry at Akira for laughing at him. Except, now, he realized that Akira hadn’t actually been laughing at him. Though he was sure Akira now knew that sex with Takanori would not be a small deal. Takanori was yanked from his thoughts when he felt fingers at the bottom of his woollen sweater and he couldn’t help but tense up a little bit at the foreign feeling. Akira, having obviously sensed this, kissed him even deeper, nibbling on his bottom lip and sensual sucking on his tongue.
As hands crept high and higher, Takanori felt goosebumps rising on his skin and he gasped softly when Akira’s hand finally reached high enough to brush against one of his nipples. The hands that had been placed on Akira’s shoulders tightened when the elder blond rubbed his thumb back and forth over the erect little bud. A tiny moan slipped out of Takanori’s mouth when Akira’s own made its way down over his jaw and to his neck where it quickly found the sensitive spot in the centre of Takanori’s collarbone. The combination of fingers stimulating his, apparently, quite sensitive nipples and the teeth, tongue and lips on one of his sensitive spots was making Takanori writhe just the tiniest bit and the heat beginning to pool in his abdomen was a sign to him that he was quickly becoming aroused.
When he felt a little tug on the hem of his sweater, Takanori opened his eyes to look up at Akira who had the end of his shirt in his hands. Getting the message, Takanori sat up a little and let Akira lift the item of clothing up over his head. Lying back down, Takanori gasped when Akira’s head travelled south straight away and the feeling of a wet tongue touching his nipple made the little blond’s back arch up slightly. A soft sigh passed his lips as he brought his hands up to tangle in Akira’s hair. Having someone paying attention his chest like that was an odd sensation but it was definitely pleasurable, especially when Akira closed his lips around the little bud and sucked.
As Akira switched over to the other neglected nipple, his hand travelled further down to the top of Takanori’s pyjama shorts. This was around where they’d gotten to last time. But this time around, Akira lifted his head and stared directly up at Takanori whose eyes were half lidded and had the same expression of lust as last time. “Is this ok?” Akira asked cautiously bringing his hand to rest atop the arousal entrapped in Takanori’s thin cotton shorts.
Takanori bit into his bottom lip and moaned softly at the feeling of another person’s hand on his crotch. It was extremely different from his own hand. He couldn’t quite describe it, it was just different. His hips twitched the tiniest bit when Akira started slowly rubbing him through his shorts. “Mhm,” he gave a short nod, not trusting his voice at the moment.
Smiling, Takanori watched Akira climb off him and knelt beside him. The elder kept his eyes on Takanori as he slid his fingers under the elastic of his shorts and slowly lowered them. Takanori could see that he was watching the smaller’s eyes, ready to stop if there was any sign that Takanori was feeling uncomfortable and Takanori appreciated that more than anything. But he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. In fact, he trusted Akira one hundred per cent and he lifted his hips a little bit to help the elder blond slide his pants down. He did become a little shy however when his shorts reached low enough that his erection sprung free from the material and bounced up to lightly slap against his abdomen.
Once his shorts were totally gone, Takanori watched Akira looking over his body. His heart thumped when the elder blond placed his hand against Takanori’s hairless thigh and ran his palm over the smooth surface. Slowly, Akira’s hand got higher and higher until his fingertips brushed the crease between Takanori’s groin and his thigh. It was completely embarrassing, but Takanori was pretty sure he felt his cock jump slightly at the fact that Akira was so close to touching him and yet wasn’t quite there.
Soon enough though, Takanori’s eyes fluttered shut when Akira’s fingers slid under his erection and closed around it. At first Akira didn’t move at all and Takanori actually felt himself becoming a little impatient. But then Akira slowly stroked him and Takanori moaned softly. The sensation of someone doing this to him was far better than doing it by himself. Takanori wasn’t sure if it was just because it was Akira and that’s what made it special or if it would feel that way all the time. But either way, it felt incredible and when the movements of Akira’s hand sped up and his thumb passed over the head Takanori’s hips twitched upwards.
The smirk that was on Akira’s face told everything. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and, to be completely honest, Takanori was as well. Even though this was only the beginning of a handjob Takanori was already feeling quite on edge and he sat up, gripping the back of Akira’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. This kiss was hotter and a little more rushed than the ones before. After getting over the initial nervousness of being naked in front of another person for the first time since he was about four years old, Takanori found that he was rather enjoying everything.
Lips and tongues rubbed together sensually and Takanori became a little more adventurous by trailing his hand down the bumps of Akira’s defined abdomen to the top of his still intact pants. The elder blond groaned into his mouth when Takanori slipped his hand past the elastic and brushed his own experimental fingertips over Akira’s erection. Pressing his hips a little closer to Akira’s fist, Takanori closed his hand around Akira’s arousal and pumped it slowly. Akira broke the kiss to lean down and kiss Takanori’s neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along the skin. Eventually though, Takanori got sick of being the only one who was naked and withdrew his hand from Akira’s pants to pull on the elastic the same way Akira had done to him.
With a chuckle, Akira drew his hand back from Takanori’s erection, much to the little blond’s displeasure, in favour of sliding his sweat pants down over his legs. Once the material was out of the way Takanori had a full view of Akira’s body and he was absolutely not disappointed. His eyes were specifically drawn to the hardness between Akira’s legs and he felt butterflies spread through his stomach. Actually, Takanori felt kind of proud. He’d never made anyone that turned on before, it was quite the achievement in his books. But aside from that, he had butterflies because Akira was big. Bigger than average and he was quite thick too. Takanori may not have ever seen a dick in real life but he knew what a normal size was and Akira was definitely not normal sized. For a moment he wondered how that thing was going to fit inside him but before he could really dwell on the thought any longer, Akira was pressing on his chest, making him lie back down on the bed. Carefully, the elder blond ran his hands up the inside of Takanori’s legs and, once he got to the younger’s knees, he pushed them up and out.
Takanori’s heart all but bashed against his ribcage as he let Akira raise his legs and he slowly spread them for the elder. Akira seemed to be sitting back admiring his view for a little bit and the way he was scrutinizing Takanori’s body made the little blond feel a little nervous. Slowly, a smile crawled its way across Akira’s face and he kneeled down between Takanori’s legs to bend down and kiss him deeply. Pulling back, Akira rested his forehead against the little blond’s. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” He said, pecking Takanori on the lips once more.
“You’ve already got me in bed,” Takanori breathed. “You don’t have to spout anymore sweet words at me.” He was joking, of course. But even in this kind of situation Takanori was going to tease Akira. The elder blond laughed and shook his head, making Takanori grin as well. This break in the seriousness of the moment was welcomed by both blond’s. But Akira’s smile soon died down to just a small curl of the lips. He kissed Takanori’s nose before sitting up again and reaching over to the bedside table. Takanori watched curiously as the elder blond opened the draw and reached in, pulling out what looked like a bottle of lubricant. “When the hell did that get in there?” Takanori stared up at Akira incredulously.
The elder blond smiled a little guiltily and rubbed the back of neck when Takanori narrowed his eyes. “Ah…I kind of put it there a little while ago,” Akira explained. “Just for whenever you were ready. I didn’t want to have to get up and run off to my room to get it. That would just ruin the moment.”
Takanori stared up at Akira’s sheepish grin with a raised eyebrow for a few moments before he broke out into a laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” he commented before sitting up and catching Akira off guard by pulling him into another kiss. Reaching over, Takanori opened the cap of the lube that was in Akira’s hand as a kind of silent ok.
Lying back down, Takanori watched Akira, who now had the go ahead, tip the bottle up and squeeze a decent amount of the slick substance onto his finger. Putting the bottle aside, Akira looked down at Takanori who nodded. Reaching out with the hand that didn’t have lube on it, Akira picked up Takanori’s hand and threaded their fingers together. Takanori felt Akira give his hand a little squeeze before there was a cold sensation against his entrance and his made him jump a little bit. Akira shushed him gently, leaning down to kiss him as he continued to spread the lube around. Takanori felt that Akira was doing his best to distract him with kisses but he still flinched a little bit when he felt a finger pressing at him. He did his best to relax as Akira pushed the digit forwards. The feeling of having a finger inside him was…strange. There was no other way to describe it, really. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but once he got used to it, it was ok. But at first it just felt strange.
Once Akira’s finger was in to the knuckle, Takanori felt it withdraw only to push back in. He kept his breathing steady and tried to become accustomed to the feeling. Meanwhile, Akira kissed his lips, cheeks, jaw, down his neck, over his chest, down over his stomach. Takanori opened his eyes and looked down to see Akira kneeling between his legs. Regretfully, the elder blond pulled his hand away from Takanori’s to bring it down between his legs. Takanori felt Akira’s second finger at his entrance at the same time as the elder’s tongue on the head of his cock. Gasping as he was hit with two different and new sensations at the same time, Takanori brought his hand up and clenched the pillow underneath his head in a tight fist. The further Akira’s second finger pushed in, the lower his mouth went of Takanori’s arousal and the tighter Takanori squeezed the pillow.
“Aki…” He breathed, looking down to see the elder blond looking up at him, looking like he was asking with his eyes, ‘is this ok?’ Shakily, Takanori nodded his head and then tipped it back when he felt Akira’s fingers moving inside him and the slide of lips and tongue along his throbbing arousal. Takanori’s mouth staggered open in a long, broken moan when Akira sped his motions up just a little bit more and now he could feel the elder blond’s fingers spreading apart a little in a bid to stretch him as much as possible. There was a little bit of a sting, but nothing that couldn’t be overpowered by the feeling of Akira’s tongue sliding up his cock, the way it wriggled against the head and dipped into the slit. The whole thing had Takanori’s toes curling against the mattress.
Soon enough, there was a third and final finger pressing at him and, as it slid in; Akira doubled his efforts in sucking Takanori off. It was at one point, when he felt he was finally starting to loosen up a bit, that Akira pulled his fingers out and then pressed them back in, pushing just a little further than before and Takanori gasped loudly, pale body arching off the bed in a graceful bow. “Ah!” He cried, panting softly. He assumed that was been his prostate. The little blond had read about it and heard that it was like the male equivalent of a g-spot, but he’d never experienced it for himself. When he glanced down again, he saw that Akira was looking rather proud of himself.
Takanori slowly felt Akira’s fingers easing out of him and then the elder blond was sitting up, shuffling a little closer between his spread legs and Takanori knew that it was time. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched Akira squeezing some lube into his palm before coating his own pulsing cock in the sticky liquid. The little blond’s heart sped up yet again when he felt the head of Akira’s erection pressing against his entrance. Akira leaned down over him and pressed a tender kiss to his lips before moving down to his neck, peppering his skin with the lovely, soft contact and Takanori gasped softly, bringing his arms up to wrap around Akira’s neck when he felt the taller blond begin to enter him. His mouth hung open and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of something bigger than a few fingers inside him.
Once he was buried to the hilt, Takanori felt Akira pause for a moment, just resting his forehead against Takanori’s damp shoulder. “Taka…are you ok?” He asked, pulling back to stroke the young blond’s hair away from his sweaty face.
Takanori opened his eyes, still trying to calm his breathing. “Yeah,” he nodded, feeling breathless. “I’m good. You can move now.” And Akira did and it felt…amazing. The feeling of flesh sliding alongside his, the feeling of being filled, of being so intimately connected with someone. It was all so amazing and as Akira began to thrust, Takanori felt himself relaxing more and just enjoying the feeling. His moans came in abundance, every time Akira pressed into him he would open his mouth and let out some kind of pleasurable sound whether it be a moan, a groan, a gasp or even a whimper. He clung to Akira’s neck tightly and eventually, when he felt a little more confident he began to push his hips upwards, urging Akira on.
Since it was his first time ever having sex, Takanori knew that he wasn’t going to last a very long time. Especially not when Akira’s cock finally made contact with his prostate and the sudden spike of pleasure had him arching up against Akira’s body, crying out the blond’s name loudly. Turning his head, he pressed his nose into Akira’s hair and lifted his hand to thread his fingers into the soft, damp locks. Akira’s grunts and groans sounding so close to his ear were informing Takanori that his boyfriend was indeed enjoying himself as well. One of Akira’s hands slid down and grasped Takanori’s thigh, pushing it up just a little more and the slight change in positioning gave the elder blond the perfect angle to hit Takanori’s prostate dead on.
“Oh! A-Akira…” Takanori panted, squeezing his eyes shut. “I…Oh…P-Please. T-Touch me…ah!” He may have sounded nonsensical but the elder blond obviously understood before he was pulling back just a little bit so he could squeeze his hand down between their bodies to grasp Takanori’s neglected cock. Akira’s thrusts didn’t slow down. In fact, to Takanori it felt like they sped up which just made him cry out even louder, especially when Akira’s fist moved up and down his erection at a fast pace, precome leaking out and dribbling onto his abdomen.
“Takanori,” Akira grunted out his full name. “Taka…look at me. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Takanori whimpered, the sweet and yet arousing words pushing him even closer to the edge. With a great amount of effort, Takanori managed to pry his eyes open to stare up at Akira whose lips twitched a little bit at the edges. The little blond kept his eyes on Akira’s, not letting them move and inch. But it was hard to keep his eyes open and he had to force them to stay even halfway open, especially when he finally felt his orgasm crashing down over him. His lithe body arched up off the bed and he gripped Akira tightly, digging his manicured nails into the damp skin of Akira’s back. Mouth staggering open in a sharp cry, Takanori spilled over his abdomen. With his muscles clamping down around Akira’s still moving cock, it was obviously enough to push Akira over the edge as well because Takanori felt his thrusts falter and then there was a certain warmth spreading inside him.
Dropping back down onto the bed, Takanori finally let his eyes slide shut as he caught his breath. The little blond winced a little bit when Akira pulled out and he felt the elder’s come trickle out of him a little. It was an odd feeling, but he was too damn tried to care. Dabbing on his stomach made him open his eyes and he saw that Akira was sitting beside him, dabbing a tissue against his abdomen to clean up with come. They were both silent, neither wanting to ruin the perfect silence. Once Akira had disposed of the dirty tissue, he crawled back onto the bed and laid down next to Takanori, instantly pulling the little blond into his tight hold. Shifting around, Takanori tucked himself securely against Akira’s naked body and sighed.
“That was amazing, Taka,” Akira was the first to speak. “It was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Takanori smiled lazily, tucking his face into the crook of Akira’s neck. “It was the best first time I could ever ask for,” Takanori whispered lazily, feeling his body beginning to conk out on him. Wow, he’d had no idea sex would be so tiring.
Akira chuckled and ran his fingers through Takanori’s damp hair, further lulling the little blond off to sleep. No more word were said between them because both of them were far too tired to hold any kind of conversation. Eventually, Takanori nodded off to sleep, happily curled around Akira, their legs tangled together under the sheets. Akira was the second to fall asleep, though not before he kissed Takanori’s cheek and petted his hair back from his face. Both teenagers had never felt so content in their whole life.
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A/N: Holy fucking yes!!! I did iiiitttt. I'm really sorry I've been gone for ages. But, guess what? I graduated high school! Yeeeaaahhhh. Anyways, I know not a lot happened in this chapter story-wise. But smut. So many people have been asking me for smut...so here it is! I hope it's ok >.< I think I got stuck writing this chapter for so long because of the smut. So hopefully I can be a little more prompt with the next chapter.
Also, I just wanted to take the opportunity to let everyone know that unless I specifically say that I'm no longer writing I WILL continue writing! The raeson I say this is because I got an ask on Tumblr during the week that said someone had been telling people that I'm not writing anymore. I'm not angry or anything, I just want everyone to know that if you have a question like that plrease ask me first (there are a number of ways to contact me, LJ, Twitter, Tumblr. I'm not a hard person to get ahold of, really). Don't go making assumptions. I'm continuing to write, no matter how long it takes me. I will finish my fics. Please don't go around spreading rumours about me. I really don't appreciate it.
Anyway, comments would be much appreciated my lovelies. And I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you for sticking around and putting up with my braindeadness for so long. I love you all <3 <3
Author: ravennightmare6
Chapter: 14/18
Genre: AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Rating(Overall): NC-17
Pairing/s: Reita & Ruki (Akira & Takanori),
Synopsis: Takanori liked to think that he hated everybody equally. Though, he had to admit, somewhat begrudgingly, that he hated a few less than others.
Warnings: Use of real names, Profanity.
Disclaimer: As unfortunate as it may be, I do not own The GazettE. I only own the mediocre plot.
Comments: At the bottom, darlings <3
Previous Chapter
The next Saturday morning Takanori was awoken by the feeling of butterfly kisses being spread across the surface of his face. With a groan, the second year rolled over and buried his face into the plush pillow. However there was barely a break in the contact as the lips merely moved to the back of his neck, moving further down towards his cheek. Hands slithered their way to his hips and slid underneath his shirt. The contact on his skin made goosebumps prickle all over Takanori’s body. Those hands slithered further upwards, dragging his shirt along with them until the material was bunched under his armpits.
This awakening was pretty similar to how it’d been all week for the small second year. Since their date on Sunday Akira had pretty much moved into his room and had made himself quite comfortable in Takanori’s bed. Not that the little blond was complaining, it was just that Akira liked to wake him up every morning. Regardless of how sweet the wakeup call was, Takanori just wasn’t a morning person…At all. But beyond the mornings, things had gone back to regular at school. Even though, in their eyes, Takanori was now officially Akira’s boyfriend they had still decided not tell anyone at school. The fact that Takanori wasn’t a people person still hadn’t changed one bit. Of course Aoi had managed to figure it out for himself, the clever bastard. But Takanori didn’t really mind him knowing because, really, who was Aoi actually going to tell? The reclusive raven didn’t speak to anyone but him and Kouyou.
This was probably the first week they’d actually gone to school every single day since Akira had moved in. But it was a nice change and, as well as school, Akira had managed to sort out dinner with Akira’s mother and sister. They were due to arrive at around half past five that afternoon. Which meant that, seeing as it was almost midday, Akira and Takanori would have to drag themselves out of bed fairly soon.
Takanori groaned when Akira insisted on removing his shirt. “No, Aki,” the little blond growled, slapping at Akira’s hands. This had been another thing that’d been going on all week. Takanori had a feeling that Akira was trying to coerce him into sex. And the very idea terrified Takanori. Sure, he’d come close to it not so long ago but the thought still frightened him a bit. But, of course, he’d only been responding to Akira’s advances with joking rejection because he was just that shit at handling issues.
“Why not?” Akira whined against his neck. “Taka, don’t you know that I want you?” The elder blond scattered kisses over Takanori’s shoulder and then to his temple. “I think this is something we should talk about, you know. I know that the idea of sleeping with me makes you nervous, that much is obvious,” Akira began tentatively and Takanori felt his gut twisting a little bit. “But how long are you going to make me wait? I mean, realistically I’ll wait as long as you want me to, but a man has his needs.”
With a huff, Takanori yanked his shirt down and rolled onto his side so he could look at Akira who was lying beside him and studying him carefully. Averting his eyes, Takanori pursed his lips a little bit. “I know, Aki. I just…” The second year scrunched up his nose a little. He didn’t know how to explain himself really. What was stopping him from just saying yes, besides his own fear? Shuffling forwards a little bit, Takanori slipped his arms around Akira’s bare middle and hugged the elder blond close. “It’s not that I don’t want to…I’m just worried and I don’t even know why.”
Akira hummed, running his fingers through Takanori sleep mussed hair. These things he already knew. “Of course you’d be nervous,” Akira said, lightly kissing the top of Takanori’s head. “It’s your first time. But, you know that I’d never hurt you, yeah? I promise I’ll make sure that you’re comfortable. I don’t know what you expect me to be like, Taka. I’m not going to go in dry or prepare you wrong or anything. I want it to be just as pleasure for you as it will be for me. Think about that, ok?”
Takanori hesitated a little bit before he nodded, tucking his face into Akira’s neck. This was such an embarrassing topic for him. It probably didn’t need to be, but because he’d never had that kind of conversation before it was making him feel funny. “Ok…” He murmured, hugging Akira just a little bit tighter. “Ok, I…I trust you. We can…do it.”
Akira chuckled fondly and put his palms to Takanori’s cheeks, lifting his head to up to plant a kiss on the tip of his nose. “If you’re sure,” he grinned when Takanori nodded. “But not right now. We’ve gotta get up and start getting everything ready for when mum and Koyuki get here.” Akira pecked Takanori on the lips before pulling away from the warm embrace. Giving Takanori’s bum a little pat, Akira hopped up out of bed and stretched. “Come on, you. Get up.” Takanori grumbled but dragged himself up anyways.
The pair of teenagers spent the next few hours getting the house ready. There wasn’t a lot to clean, but they still spent time making sure that the living room, dining room and kitchen were totally clean. Around five in the afternoon Takanori, who was already showered and dressed nicely in jeans and a crimson button-up shirt, began dinner while Akira went to have his own shower. When he was done, the third year joined Takanori in the kitchen to help out where he could. Takanori generally gave him jobs that wouldn’t result in the house being burned down. When the knock on the door came at about five thirty, Takanori set dinner aside to simmer while the pair of teenagers welcomed their guests. Of course, there were formalities and such. Suzuki-san commented on how lovely Takanori’s home was and how wonderfully he’d been looking out for Akira. Koyuki was pleased to see Akira, of course, and the blond third year spent most of the night with the little girl on his hip. Takanori really enjoyed seeing Akira with his family and, though it gave him a little twinge in his gut to see the elder blond so happy with something he’d never had, the sight still gave Takanori a fuzzy feeling in his stomach.
Eventually they all sat down to dinner which Suzuki-san was quite impressed with. They chatted about school and how Akira was going with all of his assignments. When the topic of Takanori’s parents arose, which was inevitable, Akira held the little blond’s hand underneath the table as Takanori explained his situation and how his parents were always going away on business trips. After that, though, the conversation picked up again. When dinner was finished, Akira helped Takanori clear the table and, when they were in the kitchen alone, Akira pulled the little blond against his chest. “Is everything ok?” He asked, tucking a flyaway piece of hair behind Takanori’s ear.
The second year nodded, “Yeah, just fine. I’m certainly coping a lot better tonight than I did the first time I met your mother,” the little blond chuckled.
“Well…” Akira began carefully, studying Takanori’s face for any sign that he wasn’t ready. “Do you think you’re ready to tell her everything? There’s no need to be nervous though. I mean, she knows about my sexuality so it probably won’t surprise her much.”
Takanori averted his gaze a little bit, feeling a slight twinge of apprehension twisting in his gut. Taking a deep breath, he nodded a little hesitantly, “Yeah. I’m ready.” This was a huge deal for Takanori. He’d not even come out to his parents yet and here he was, about to tell his boyfriend’s mother before his own parents even knew about his sexuality. ‘Fuck them,’ Takanori thought. Standing up on his tiptoes, Takanori gave Akira a little kiss before nudging him towards the door. “Come on, birdbrain. Let’s go.”
“Birdbrain?” Akira laughed, tugging Takanori towards the door to the lounge room where his mother and sister were currently residing. “I haven’t heard that nickname in a while.” Entering the Living room, Akira and Takanori strode towards the middle aged woman who looked up and smiled at the warmly. Takanori really did like Akira’s mother. She was someone he would have loved to have taken care of him as a child, and even now. Akira was a really lucky guy, despite his financial situation. Takanori learned long ago that happiness didn’t depend on how much money one had.
“Mum,” Akira said, successfully gaining the woman’s full attention now. With a glance at Takanori the elder blond looked back at his mother and grinned. “I’d like to tell you something.” Takanori resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Akira’s dramatics. He loved being a pain in the arse, didn’t he? But Akira’s mother seemed to be a little on edge with the suspense. Akira’s grin widened and he picked up Takanori’s hand, treading their fingers together before looking up at Suzuki-san. “Takanori and I… we’re dating.”
Takanori bit his lip anxiously, watching the way Akira’s mother’s eyes moved between him and the third year. Her rather blank facial expression wasn’t instilling him with very much confidence, if he were to be totally honest. She…didn’t really look to have reacted in any kind of way. Did that mean that Takanori wasn’t good enough? Did she not think that he would make a very good boyfriend for Akira? Oh god, what if she thought he was just some rich arsehole?! A few moments of tense silence passed by before there was a loud shout and a pair of arms were slung around his neck as a body collided with his.
“Oh boys!” Suzuki-san’s voice rang out into the living room. “I’m so happy for you!” She pulled back from hugging Takanori to wrap her arms around her own son. This time when Takanori looked at her he saw the most amazingly bright, huge grin on her face. Unwrapping one arm from Akira, she held it out to Takanori and beckoned him over. The slightly stunned blond shuffled over and she pulled him into a three way hug with her and Akira. “You boys are going to be happy forever, I can see it already. You’ll get married, adopt children and then get old together. Oh, I’m so happy!”
“Whoa, calm down mum,” Akira laughed, patting his mother on the back, hopefully in a bid to calm the overly excited woman down a bit. She really was so enthusiastic about this, wasn’t she? “Don’t freak Taka out with your crazy grandma talk. We’ve gotta finish high school yet.”
Takanori was silent throughout this whole exchange but then he felt a little tug on the bottom of his shirt. Looking down, he spotted Koyuki standing beside him, gazing up at him with her big curious eyes. Bending down, he came eye to eye with the little girl who blinked at him for a few moments before she stood up on her tiptoes and wrapped her little arms around his neck. “Are you going to be my new Nii-chan?” She asked.
Takanori’s heart did little flips. He wasn’t often very fond of children, but this kid was just way too damn cute for her own good. Gingerly, Takanori put on arm underneath her bum to support her and picked her up, sitting her on his hip. That’s when he noticed that Akira had come over as well. Takanori watched the elder blond ruffle his little sister’s hair a little. “He might be one day,” Akira told his sister who grinned widely and tucked her face in against Takanori’s neck.
The blond second year was absolutely elated. He was so happy he could’ve started crying. But that would have just been awkward, so he kept that inside as he, Akira and Suzuki-san moved back over to the couch to sit down and continue talking. It was probably around nine o’clock when Suzuki-san announced that she and Koyuki, who’d fallen asleep in Takanori’s lap with her head on his chest and her arms still hugging his neck, should get home. It was with a small amount of guilt that Takanori had to wake the little girl up and pass her over to her mother. Takanori said goodbye to both of them, thanked them for coming and headed upstairs to give Akira a moment to say goodbye to his mother.
Once back upstairs in his room, Takanori dropped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh. Well, that had been both exciting and terrifying at the same time. So someone now knew about him and Akira…well, accept Aoi. But he’d figured it out himself. Really, Takanori was glad that Akira’s mother was the first to know. She was such a lovely accepting woman with a warm heart and a kind soul. Takanori knew for sure that he’d be inviting her around for dinner more often, Koyuki too, of course. She was such a sweet little girl. It almost made Takanori wish he had a sibling. Well…he might’ve. But he wouldn’t know.
Sighing, the little blond got up off his bed and wandered over to his dresser where he pulled out his typical pyjamas; a short pair of cotton shorts and a baggy wool sweater. Just as he was shutting his drawer the door opened and Akira strode in with a huge grin on his face. Takanori merely shook his head and chuckled. “I’ll be back, I’m just gonna change.” Passing his bed, the blond entered his bathroom.
After changing, removing his makeup, washing his face, moisturizing and brushing out his hair, Takanori returned to his room to find that Akira had thrown away his clothes in favour of his own usual sweat pants and was lying in Takanori’s bed, hands behind his head and eyes closed. Smiling a little, Takanori padded across the room and switched off the overhead light, so the only light illuminating the room came from the soft glow of the lamp beside the younger blond’s bed. Just as he was about to crawl onto the bed, Akira opened his eyes and looked over. “Open the curtains, would you?” He instructed gently.
Takanori was a little confused, but did as he was told. After he’d moved the material aside, Akira switched the bedside lamp off and then the room was bathed in the silver glow of the moon. Turning around, Takanori looked over to see Akira was sitting up in bed with a soft smile on his lips. The little blond’s heart did a flip in his chest. For some reason he thought Akira looked really lovely, sitting there on his bed, skin illuminated my pale moonlight and the corners of his lips twitching upwards in a smile that, for once, wasn’t cocky nor arrogant. Sighing breathily, Takanori walked back across the room and slid onto his bed to sit in front of Akira. Somehow he knew. He didn’t know how he knew, but he just did…
Tonight was the night.
The blond second year’s eyes fluttered a little when Akira raised his hand and brushed his knuckles over the raised skin of Takanori’s cheekbone. The little blond leaned into the touch and closed his eyes all the way when Akira’s lips finally descended on his after a few drawn out moments of the elder admiring his features. Takanori could tell straight away that this kiss was different. The way Akira’s lips caressed his told him that this time there was going to be more, more than just tender kisses and a long night of cuddling under the sheets. This kiss was more of a promise. Through it, Takanori could feel that Akira was going to be gentle, but at the same time firm and Akira was also telling him that there was no need to be apprehensive. So when Akira’s arms twisted their way around the little blond’s lithe waist, Takanori didn’t hesitate to melt into Akira’s embrace.
At first their kiss was just the simple press of lips against lips. But then Akira’s hand came to rest on the nape of Takanori’s neck and the little blond could feel the press of a tongue against his bottom lip. Gingerly, he parted his plush lips just enough for Akira’s tongue to slide into his mouth. As the elder blond’s tongue slowly guided Takanori’s own slick muscle in a slippery dance, the younger lifted his stationary hands and placed them on Akira’s thighs for lack of a better idea. He just felt like he needed to put his hands somewhere.
Akira slowly broke from their kiss and brushed some of Takanori’s hair out of his face. It seemed that the elder blond couldn’t keep the smile off his face, because the corners of his lips twitched upwards in a content smile again. Takanori seemed to understand without Akira having to say anything because he scooted back on the bed and laid down, his head coming to rest amongst the plush pillows. The act of willingness only made Akira smile more. The little blond could feel his heart beating in his chest when Akira swung one leg over his hips and leaned down over him to kiss him again.
This was like a re-enactment of the night they’d had a little while ago, when Takanori had gotten angry at Akira for laughing at him. Except, now, he realized that Akira hadn’t actually been laughing at him. Though he was sure Akira now knew that sex with Takanori would not be a small deal. Takanori was yanked from his thoughts when he felt fingers at the bottom of his woollen sweater and he couldn’t help but tense up a little bit at the foreign feeling. Akira, having obviously sensed this, kissed him even deeper, nibbling on his bottom lip and sensual sucking on his tongue.
As hands crept high and higher, Takanori felt goosebumps rising on his skin and he gasped softly when Akira’s hand finally reached high enough to brush against one of his nipples. The hands that had been placed on Akira’s shoulders tightened when the elder blond rubbed his thumb back and forth over the erect little bud. A tiny moan slipped out of Takanori’s mouth when Akira’s own made its way down over his jaw and to his neck where it quickly found the sensitive spot in the centre of Takanori’s collarbone. The combination of fingers stimulating his, apparently, quite sensitive nipples and the teeth, tongue and lips on one of his sensitive spots was making Takanori writhe just the tiniest bit and the heat beginning to pool in his abdomen was a sign to him that he was quickly becoming aroused.
When he felt a little tug on the hem of his sweater, Takanori opened his eyes to look up at Akira who had the end of his shirt in his hands. Getting the message, Takanori sat up a little and let Akira lift the item of clothing up over his head. Lying back down, Takanori gasped when Akira’s head travelled south straight away and the feeling of a wet tongue touching his nipple made the little blond’s back arch up slightly. A soft sigh passed his lips as he brought his hands up to tangle in Akira’s hair. Having someone paying attention his chest like that was an odd sensation but it was definitely pleasurable, especially when Akira closed his lips around the little bud and sucked.
As Akira switched over to the other neglected nipple, his hand travelled further down to the top of Takanori’s pyjama shorts. This was around where they’d gotten to last time. But this time around, Akira lifted his head and stared directly up at Takanori whose eyes were half lidded and had the same expression of lust as last time. “Is this ok?” Akira asked cautiously bringing his hand to rest atop the arousal entrapped in Takanori’s thin cotton shorts.
Takanori bit into his bottom lip and moaned softly at the feeling of another person’s hand on his crotch. It was extremely different from his own hand. He couldn’t quite describe it, it was just different. His hips twitched the tiniest bit when Akira started slowly rubbing him through his shorts. “Mhm,” he gave a short nod, not trusting his voice at the moment.
Smiling, Takanori watched Akira climb off him and knelt beside him. The elder kept his eyes on Takanori as he slid his fingers under the elastic of his shorts and slowly lowered them. Takanori could see that he was watching the smaller’s eyes, ready to stop if there was any sign that Takanori was feeling uncomfortable and Takanori appreciated that more than anything. But he wasn’t feeling uncomfortable. In fact, he trusted Akira one hundred per cent and he lifted his hips a little bit to help the elder blond slide his pants down. He did become a little shy however when his shorts reached low enough that his erection sprung free from the material and bounced up to lightly slap against his abdomen.
Once his shorts were totally gone, Takanori watched Akira looking over his body. His heart thumped when the elder blond placed his hand against Takanori’s hairless thigh and ran his palm over the smooth surface. Slowly, Akira’s hand got higher and higher until his fingertips brushed the crease between Takanori’s groin and his thigh. It was completely embarrassing, but Takanori was pretty sure he felt his cock jump slightly at the fact that Akira was so close to touching him and yet wasn’t quite there.
Soon enough though, Takanori’s eyes fluttered shut when Akira’s fingers slid under his erection and closed around it. At first Akira didn’t move at all and Takanori actually felt himself becoming a little impatient. But then Akira slowly stroked him and Takanori moaned softly. The sensation of someone doing this to him was far better than doing it by himself. Takanori wasn’t sure if it was just because it was Akira and that’s what made it special or if it would feel that way all the time. But either way, it felt incredible and when the movements of Akira’s hand sped up and his thumb passed over the head Takanori’s hips twitched upwards.
The smirk that was on Akira’s face told everything. He was thoroughly enjoying himself and, to be completely honest, Takanori was as well. Even though this was only the beginning of a handjob Takanori was already feeling quite on edge and he sat up, gripping the back of Akira’s neck and pulling him into a kiss. This kiss was hotter and a little more rushed than the ones before. After getting over the initial nervousness of being naked in front of another person for the first time since he was about four years old, Takanori found that he was rather enjoying everything.
Lips and tongues rubbed together sensually and Takanori became a little more adventurous by trailing his hand down the bumps of Akira’s defined abdomen to the top of his still intact pants. The elder blond groaned into his mouth when Takanori slipped his hand past the elastic and brushed his own experimental fingertips over Akira’s erection. Pressing his hips a little closer to Akira’s fist, Takanori closed his hand around Akira’s arousal and pumped it slowly. Akira broke the kiss to lean down and kiss Takanori’s neck, occasionally grazing his teeth along the skin. Eventually though, Takanori got sick of being the only one who was naked and withdrew his hand from Akira’s pants to pull on the elastic the same way Akira had done to him.
With a chuckle, Akira drew his hand back from Takanori’s erection, much to the little blond’s displeasure, in favour of sliding his sweat pants down over his legs. Once the material was out of the way Takanori had a full view of Akira’s body and he was absolutely not disappointed. His eyes were specifically drawn to the hardness between Akira’s legs and he felt butterflies spread through his stomach. Actually, Takanori felt kind of proud. He’d never made anyone that turned on before, it was quite the achievement in his books. But aside from that, he had butterflies because Akira was big. Bigger than average and he was quite thick too. Takanori may not have ever seen a dick in real life but he knew what a normal size was and Akira was definitely not normal sized. For a moment he wondered how that thing was going to fit inside him but before he could really dwell on the thought any longer, Akira was pressing on his chest, making him lie back down on the bed. Carefully, the elder blond ran his hands up the inside of Takanori’s legs and, once he got to the younger’s knees, he pushed them up and out.
Takanori’s heart all but bashed against his ribcage as he let Akira raise his legs and he slowly spread them for the elder. Akira seemed to be sitting back admiring his view for a little bit and the way he was scrutinizing Takanori’s body made the little blond feel a little nervous. Slowly, a smile crawled its way across Akira’s face and he kneeled down between Takanori’s legs to bend down and kiss him deeply. Pulling back, Akira rested his forehead against the little blond’s. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?” He said, pecking Takanori on the lips once more.
“You’ve already got me in bed,” Takanori breathed. “You don’t have to spout anymore sweet words at me.” He was joking, of course. But even in this kind of situation Takanori was going to tease Akira. The elder blond laughed and shook his head, making Takanori grin as well. This break in the seriousness of the moment was welcomed by both blond’s. But Akira’s smile soon died down to just a small curl of the lips. He kissed Takanori’s nose before sitting up again and reaching over to the bedside table. Takanori watched curiously as the elder blond opened the draw and reached in, pulling out what looked like a bottle of lubricant. “When the hell did that get in there?” Takanori stared up at Akira incredulously.
The elder blond smiled a little guiltily and rubbed the back of neck when Takanori narrowed his eyes. “Ah…I kind of put it there a little while ago,” Akira explained. “Just for whenever you were ready. I didn’t want to have to get up and run off to my room to get it. That would just ruin the moment.”
Takanori stared up at Akira’s sheepish grin with a raised eyebrow for a few moments before he broke out into a laugh. “You’re ridiculous,” he commented before sitting up and catching Akira off guard by pulling him into another kiss. Reaching over, Takanori opened the cap of the lube that was in Akira’s hand as a kind of silent ok.
Lying back down, Takanori watched Akira, who now had the go ahead, tip the bottle up and squeeze a decent amount of the slick substance onto his finger. Putting the bottle aside, Akira looked down at Takanori who nodded. Reaching out with the hand that didn’t have lube on it, Akira picked up Takanori’s hand and threaded their fingers together. Takanori felt Akira give his hand a little squeeze before there was a cold sensation against his entrance and his made him jump a little bit. Akira shushed him gently, leaning down to kiss him as he continued to spread the lube around. Takanori felt that Akira was doing his best to distract him with kisses but he still flinched a little bit when he felt a finger pressing at him. He did his best to relax as Akira pushed the digit forwards. The feeling of having a finger inside him was…strange. There was no other way to describe it, really. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but once he got used to it, it was ok. But at first it just felt strange.
Once Akira’s finger was in to the knuckle, Takanori felt it withdraw only to push back in. He kept his breathing steady and tried to become accustomed to the feeling. Meanwhile, Akira kissed his lips, cheeks, jaw, down his neck, over his chest, down over his stomach. Takanori opened his eyes and looked down to see Akira kneeling between his legs. Regretfully, the elder blond pulled his hand away from Takanori’s to bring it down between his legs. Takanori felt Akira’s second finger at his entrance at the same time as the elder’s tongue on the head of his cock. Gasping as he was hit with two different and new sensations at the same time, Takanori brought his hand up and clenched the pillow underneath his head in a tight fist. The further Akira’s second finger pushed in, the lower his mouth went of Takanori’s arousal and the tighter Takanori squeezed the pillow.
“Aki…” He breathed, looking down to see the elder blond looking up at him, looking like he was asking with his eyes, ‘is this ok?’ Shakily, Takanori nodded his head and then tipped it back when he felt Akira’s fingers moving inside him and the slide of lips and tongue along his throbbing arousal. Takanori’s mouth staggered open in a long, broken moan when Akira sped his motions up just a little bit more and now he could feel the elder blond’s fingers spreading apart a little in a bid to stretch him as much as possible. There was a little bit of a sting, but nothing that couldn’t be overpowered by the feeling of Akira’s tongue sliding up his cock, the way it wriggled against the head and dipped into the slit. The whole thing had Takanori’s toes curling against the mattress.
Soon enough, there was a third and final finger pressing at him and, as it slid in; Akira doubled his efforts in sucking Takanori off. It was at one point, when he felt he was finally starting to loosen up a bit, that Akira pulled his fingers out and then pressed them back in, pushing just a little further than before and Takanori gasped loudly, pale body arching off the bed in a graceful bow. “Ah!” He cried, panting softly. He assumed that was been his prostate. The little blond had read about it and heard that it was like the male equivalent of a g-spot, but he’d never experienced it for himself. When he glanced down again, he saw that Akira was looking rather proud of himself.
Takanori slowly felt Akira’s fingers easing out of him and then the elder blond was sitting up, shuffling a little closer between his spread legs and Takanori knew that it was time. His heart thumped in his chest as he watched Akira squeezing some lube into his palm before coating his own pulsing cock in the sticky liquid. The little blond’s heart sped up yet again when he felt the head of Akira’s erection pressing against his entrance. Akira leaned down over him and pressed a tender kiss to his lips before moving down to his neck, peppering his skin with the lovely, soft contact and Takanori gasped softly, bringing his arms up to wrap around Akira’s neck when he felt the taller blond begin to enter him. His mouth hung open and he squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of something bigger than a few fingers inside him.
Once he was buried to the hilt, Takanori felt Akira pause for a moment, just resting his forehead against Takanori’s damp shoulder. “Taka…are you ok?” He asked, pulling back to stroke the young blond’s hair away from his sweaty face.
Takanori opened his eyes, still trying to calm his breathing. “Yeah,” he nodded, feeling breathless. “I’m good. You can move now.” And Akira did and it felt…amazing. The feeling of flesh sliding alongside his, the feeling of being filled, of being so intimately connected with someone. It was all so amazing and as Akira began to thrust, Takanori felt himself relaxing more and just enjoying the feeling. His moans came in abundance, every time Akira pressed into him he would open his mouth and let out some kind of pleasurable sound whether it be a moan, a groan, a gasp or even a whimper. He clung to Akira’s neck tightly and eventually, when he felt a little more confident he began to push his hips upwards, urging Akira on.
Since it was his first time ever having sex, Takanori knew that he wasn’t going to last a very long time. Especially not when Akira’s cock finally made contact with his prostate and the sudden spike of pleasure had him arching up against Akira’s body, crying out the blond’s name loudly. Turning his head, he pressed his nose into Akira’s hair and lifted his hand to thread his fingers into the soft, damp locks. Akira’s grunts and groans sounding so close to his ear were informing Takanori that his boyfriend was indeed enjoying himself as well. One of Akira’s hands slid down and grasped Takanori’s thigh, pushing it up just a little more and the slight change in positioning gave the elder blond the perfect angle to hit Takanori’s prostate dead on.
“Oh! A-Akira…” Takanori panted, squeezing his eyes shut. “I…Oh…P-Please. T-Touch me…ah!” He may have sounded nonsensical but the elder blond obviously understood before he was pulling back just a little bit so he could squeeze his hand down between their bodies to grasp Takanori’s neglected cock. Akira’s thrusts didn’t slow down. In fact, to Takanori it felt like they sped up which just made him cry out even louder, especially when Akira’s fist moved up and down his erection at a fast pace, precome leaking out and dribbling onto his abdomen.
“Takanori,” Akira grunted out his full name. “Taka…look at me. Open your eyes and look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come.”
Takanori whimpered, the sweet and yet arousing words pushing him even closer to the edge. With a great amount of effort, Takanori managed to pry his eyes open to stare up at Akira whose lips twitched a little bit at the edges. The little blond kept his eyes on Akira’s, not letting them move and inch. But it was hard to keep his eyes open and he had to force them to stay even halfway open, especially when he finally felt his orgasm crashing down over him. His lithe body arched up off the bed and he gripped Akira tightly, digging his manicured nails into the damp skin of Akira’s back. Mouth staggering open in a sharp cry, Takanori spilled over his abdomen. With his muscles clamping down around Akira’s still moving cock, it was obviously enough to push Akira over the edge as well because Takanori felt his thrusts falter and then there was a certain warmth spreading inside him.
Dropping back down onto the bed, Takanori finally let his eyes slide shut as he caught his breath. The little blond winced a little bit when Akira pulled out and he felt the elder’s come trickle out of him a little. It was an odd feeling, but he was too damn tried to care. Dabbing on his stomach made him open his eyes and he saw that Akira was sitting beside him, dabbing a tissue against his abdomen to clean up with come. They were both silent, neither wanting to ruin the perfect silence. Once Akira had disposed of the dirty tissue, he crawled back onto the bed and laid down next to Takanori, instantly pulling the little blond into his tight hold. Shifting around, Takanori tucked himself securely against Akira’s naked body and sighed.
“That was amazing, Taka,” Akira was the first to speak. “It was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had.”
Takanori smiled lazily, tucking his face into the crook of Akira’s neck. “It was the best first time I could ever ask for,” Takanori whispered lazily, feeling his body beginning to conk out on him. Wow, he’d had no idea sex would be so tiring.
Akira chuckled and ran his fingers through Takanori’s damp hair, further lulling the little blond off to sleep. No more word were said between them because both of them were far too tired to hold any kind of conversation. Eventually, Takanori nodded off to sleep, happily curled around Akira, their legs tangled together under the sheets. Akira was the second to fall asleep, though not before he kissed Takanori’s cheek and petted his hair back from his face. Both teenagers had never felt so content in their whole life.
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A/N: Holy fucking yes!!! I did iiiitttt. I'm really sorry I've been gone for ages. But, guess what? I graduated high school! Yeeeaaahhhh. Anyways, I know not a lot happened in this chapter story-wise. But smut. So many people have been asking me for smut...so here it is! I hope it's ok >.< I think I got stuck writing this chapter for so long because of the smut. So hopefully I can be a little more prompt with the next chapter.
Also, I just wanted to take the opportunity to let everyone know that unless I specifically say that I'm no longer writing I WILL continue writing! The raeson I say this is because I got an ask on Tumblr during the week that said someone had been telling people that I'm not writing anymore. I'm not angry or anything, I just want everyone to know that if you have a question like that plrease ask me first (there are a number of ways to contact me, LJ, Twitter, Tumblr. I'm not a hard person to get ahold of, really). Don't go making assumptions. I'm continuing to write, no matter how long it takes me. I will finish my fics. Please don't go around spreading rumours about me. I really don't appreciate it.
Anyway, comments would be much appreciated my lovelies. And I hope you enjoy this chapter. Thank you for sticking around and putting up with my braindeadness for so long. I love you all <3 <3