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                                  Tired kiss
                                  ----------


When Masaru came back from a late shift, Yosuke was barely even still awake -
which was very understandable at two hours past midnight. It wasn't before he
heard the soft click of the front door falling back into the lock and someone
rummaging in the hall (and bumping into the one piece of furniture in there
because he refused to turn on the light), that the redhead realised what was
happening, and moments later the very cold body of his boyfriend slipped into
the shared bed, and Yosuke yelped.
"Oh my god, warn me, idiot" he complained, but wrapped his arms around Masaru
and moved them up and down his back to warm him up.
"Shut up, I'm tired" was the short reply. Masaru snuggled closer into the warmth
of the redhead, and the latter just smiled, before sloppily kissing him half on
the upper lip and half on the cheek, before both drowsed off into sleep.



                               Tending an injury
                               -----------------


"I told you he was too strong to beath him without the drug."
"Worth it, though."
Yosuke snuffled (what Masaru had also told him not to do), but the blood soon
began trickling down his chin again and he had a hard time catching it with his
tissue. Masaru sighed while he tended the wound on his boyfriend's arm.
"You're a dumbass."
"For wiping that asshole across the street for calling you a fag? No. He
deserved that."
Masaru sighed again, but said nothing. Yosuke kept talking. "He was also
insulting me, you know. By saying 'nobody would fuck your dirty faggy ass'.
Because I-" Masaru slapped his hand on Yosuke's mouth.
"Oh my god, sh-shut up."



                                   Cuddling
                                   --------


With their legs entangled and arms around each other's torsos, heartbeat to
heartbeat, Masaru felt nothing but content. His fingers played with the hem of
Yosuke's t-shirt, every now and then revealing the skin on his side, and the
temptation to just run his hand over it was very big. He was almost sure Yosuke
wouldn't mind, but what he was not sure of was how far this would go, and that
was what he was scared of.
"You can touch me if you want" said the younger one in the most innocent and shy
tone, as if he could read his mind. But Masaru shook his head. "No, it's
alright."
"But you want to, don't you?"
"I..." Well, he would lie if he said he didn't. But..
"I don't want to scare you away."
Yosuke snortet. "I'm not the one running away all the time" he scoffed. The
blond frowned.
"Alright, then.. would it be alright if I touched you?"
Masaru immediately flushed at that, but nodded hesitantly. Yosuke then slowly
(shyly) lifted Masaru's shirt up and placed his hand on his side, let it just
sit there, getting damp.
"S-see? Not scary at all...."
"You're sweating."
"Shut up!"



                                 Reunion kiss
                                 ------------


They had been locked up in different places for a different amount of time, but
it was equally agonizing for both of them. Yosuke did get out a few years
earlier, but wasn't allowed to visit his old complice, for various reasons (one
of which was that Masaru wasn't allowed visitors other than blood-related
family).
The remaining five years Yosuke spent thinking about his first boyfriend ever
way too much, then less and less, until he occasionally forgot the date on which
Masaru was supposed to get out. He was thirty-five, so he had a lot of other
things to care about, mind you. While a lot of stuff happened and he did have a
few flings, he did not really feel more than a faint attraction that also never
lasted longer than a month toward any of those people. It was nice to have
someone to care about you, but he couldn't really give that feeling back to
them. He figured he must have still been in love with Masaru, which was weird,
since they hadn't talked or even seen each other in fifteen years. And when he
thought of him it was without that throb of his heart, or bugs in his stomach,
but more like a "I guess he exists" kind of feeling. Quite indifferent. Which in
return made him sad, because back then he loved him so much, it was almost
disgusting.
It was Masaru's brother who called Yosuke on The Day, asking him if he still
wanted to come with him. Yosuke did have made other plans that day, because
frankly, he had forgotten. But he quickly cancelled his lunch date with his
sister and mother, suddenly more eager than he had been the last years with
anything involving Masaru.
He walked in circles while waiting for Akio to pick him up, and his neighbour
eyed him suspiciously. Soon Akio finally arrived and Yosuke climbed onto the
passenger seat, finding himself smiling the whole ride. When they stopped in the
parking lot, Akio spoke for the first time since they had set off.
"He will probably be rather indifferent toward you, please don't be upset."
For some reason, this scared the younger one, which was ridiculous, since he
himself had felt that kind of indifference the last few years toward Masaru as
well. A lot (a lot!) of time had passed after all, and they were fourty now. Not
those clumsy, stupid teenagers that felt every emotion too intensely. It
probably hadn't even been real love. An overwhelming attraction to a person that
was actually friendly for a change. At most. They got out of the car.
The two men had to wait in the visitor room for a while, and Yosuke couldn't
help but still feel very nervous. When the door opened he almost fell off his
chair. In came an officer, followerd by a tall, darkhaired man, with a very
wrinkled face. Akio stood up, greeted and thanked the officer and embraced the
man. Yosuke's eyes widened. That... that was Masaru!? He watched the brothers
talk for a minute before Masaru noticed the fourth person in the room, still
sitting on his chair, and threw a shocked glance at his brother, then a scared
one. There, just for a fraction of a moment, Yosuke saw that same eighteen year
old boy with the sad eyes and timid but endearing behavious, and got up from his
seat, walking straight toward the group, and ended up facing Masaru for the
first time in twenty years.
He looked tired. Yosuke was tired, too.
He was fourty. They were old. Not necessarily wise, but old and very, very
tired. Of waiting. Yosuke stood up on his toes (that bastard had grown a bunch),
closed his eyes and pressed his lips on Masaru's. They were dry and chapped. He
didn't care. He moved his lips against the other's, felt two hands cupping his
head, smiles against the lips, hearts beating, legs weakening, chest clenching.
He loved him. He loved him so much, for more than twenty years of his life, and
that had never changed. He loved him. And he was loved. Tears rolled down his
cheeks, but he didn't care. He loved him so much. And he finally got him back.



                                 Morning kiss
                                 ------------


It was the morning after the first night in their first shared apartment, and it
came way too soon. They had slept on the mattress on the floor, because the bed
was far from ready, but they didn't want to spend the night on the wooden
ground.
Yosuke woke up, reluctantly, and pushed his face back into the cushion before he
decided it belonged pressed against Masaru's chest. He was still asleep, since
he always slept longer, but Yosuke didn't mind that. He planted cheeky kisses on
the skin beneath him, travelling up to Masa's throat and chin. The blond
eventually spoke, slurredly.
"I hate you so much." Despite that he pulled his boyfriend up to place a lazy
kiss on his lips, and Yosuke replied "I love you, too."



                              Good Night kiss (1)
                              -------------------


His left hand laid lightly against the other's face, the right one clasping his
fist. He looked at him, faces just centimetres apart, laying halfway on top of
his chest. A steady beep. It drove him crazy.
Yosuke tried his hardest not to cry, and it was a real fucking challenge. Seeing
Masaru this weak teared him apart from inside, and the naked walls were crushing
him. Beep. He was still there.
The useless flowers on the sidetable that his parents had sent were rotting
away, barely being held together, and if you would just do as much as breathe in
their direction they would dissolve into dust. Yosuke suddenly was very careful
with his touch. Beep. Still there, still there.
"Don't make that face. I'm sorry."
Yosuke wanted to punch him, but considering the state Masaru was in, this would
be a very bad idea.
"You sound terrible." He sounded too weak and hoarse for someone who was barely
mid-twenty, full of life and full of love. Beep.
A weak chuckle rolled out of Masaru's throat, how could he laugh at that, how
could he be so calm in this situation. It's like he had known and was prepared.
Yosuke laid his forehead down on Masaru's chest, clenching his teeth.
"I hate this."
"I know." Beep.
Masaru sighed. "I'm tired." Yosuke looked up, scared.
"Then... then sleep" he said, reluctantly. "I will be right here when you wake
up." He tried his best to muster up a smile. Masaru smiled back. Beep.
"B-But not without a Good Night kiss!"
"Okay."
Yosuke leaned down again, pressing his lips on the other's, very lightly at
first, then more firmly. He never wanted to stop.
Beep.
"Good night" he said with a weak smile. "I will be right here... if you wake
up."
But he didn't.



                                Sweet kiss (2)
                                --------------


It was the middle of the night when Yosuke woke up with a clenched chest and
sweat-soaked shirt. He was extremely grateful to have woken up. He hadn't dreamt
this bad in forever.
He turned around to find Masaru lying next to him, fast asleep, and breathing
peacefully. Thank god he breathed.
"What's the matter?" And he was not asleep, apparently.
"Oh shit, did I wake you up?"
"Well, you were not exactly sleeping like an angel, anyone would have woken up
from that." Shit.
"I'm sorry, I... had a bad dream. In which you... died.." Suddenly Yosuke felt
the tears prickling in the corners of his eyes and before he knew it he was
sobbing like a baby. This startled Masaru and he quickly scooted over to him to
squeeze their bodies together and press a kiss to his forehead.
"It... it's alright, see? I'm here."
He buried his face into the red strands and ran his hand across the smaller
one's back soothingly. "I'm here",, he whispered.
When Yosuke had calmed down from his crying fit a few minutes later he looked
up, to find Masaru had fallen asleep again, but still holding him tightly
against him. He smiled, angled his face up further and placed a small kiss
against his jaw.



                                  First kiss
                                  ----------


"I... I am so sorry."
He sat there on the rim of that bathtub, a crying and sobbing mess (not to
mention his body covered in bruises), like a picture of misery, and he hated
himself. He hated himself so much for not being able to stop crying like a
fucking baby. For having those disgusting feelings for that clueless boy. For
being what he was. God damn it, someone make it stop.
Yosuke had noticed his outbreak and kneeled in front of him, embracing him
(touching him), not even questioning him. No. No, that was wrong. Masaru pushed
him away, almost panicking. He couldn't touch him, it was a rule they've made,
and for a good reason.
"..no... no don't," he squeezed out between sobs. Yosuke watched him silently,
quizzically.
"It... it's alright. Please calm down.."
He took Masaru's hands in his own, to soothe him, probably, but all it did was
the exact opposite. Fresh tears rolled down his face, and he kept apologising
for not being able to stop, he tried to stop, he swore, but it didn't work, he
really, really tried.
Yosuke still held his hands, squeezed them reassuringly, and Masaru looked up.
Great, now he cried, too. It was all his fault, god damn, he hated himself.
"Everything's alright, really.."
No. No, it literally wasn't, Yosuke needed to understand this, but he couldn't
get the words out. He felt a pair of lips pressing against his forehead, and he
wanted to die. Don't. Don't do this to me, or to yourself. He needed to
understand.
Masaru squeezed his eyes shut, his hands around Yosuke's, and some words out:
"I tried to un-love you..... but it didn't work... I'm so sorry.."
For a moment there was silence, safe for Masaru's violent sobbing. He hated
himself more than ever. Now he had burdened Yosuke with his pathetic feelings,
and he probably hated him now, too, amd was utterly disgusted by him. Masaru
wanted to punch himself in the face.
"Wait, are you..." The blond braced himself.
He hadn't noticed he had kept clinging to Yosuke's hands until now, and then he
was pulled towards him and the next thing he knew was that feeling of soft, warm
lips on his own, the taste of salt and blood (his own), and the heartbeat in his
throat. He didn't even manage to close his eyes or to respond in any way, too
overwhelmed by what was happening. Soon (too soon) Yosuke pulled away and smiled
like an idiot.
"Me... me, too. Really."



                                  First time
                                  ----------


He should have known that heavy makeout-sessions like these would lead to short
breaths and grabby hands. He knew that, and yet he did nothing to keep Yosuke
from making these tiny gasping noises, to keep himself from worming his hands
under his boyfriend's shirt and kissing his neck.
Yosuke's hands were grasping at Masaru's t-shirt, eyes shut, and cheeks bright
red. He must have felt embarassed, too, since he buried his face in the blond's
crook of the neck. He had also long ago given up on reciprocating the caressings
and just laid on top of Masaru's body. The latter moved his hands aimlessly up
and down the Yosuke's back, tracing his spine, up to the nape of his neck, and
suddely the smaller one shuddered and made a noise that sounded far too needy.
"Oh crap, are you okay-" Masa's sentence was cut short by a pair of lips
crushing onto his own, and both of Yo's hands burying themselves into the
bleached strands. Masaru lost hold of the other while he was climbing up, now
sitting on his crotch, which sent a jolt through his body. Yosuke was still
claiming his lips so that he couldn't speak, so he put his hands on his
shoulders to slightly push him away. He sensed where this was going, and he was
on the verge of panicking.
"Yosuke, s-stop", he gasped, which probably didn't sound very convincing. Yosuke
looked at him with big eyes and a red face.
"Ah, I.. sorry. You don't.... uh, want....?" He sounded almost startled, and
genuinely sorry, and he looked like he was about to cry. Crap. Masaru bit his
lip.
".....dunno.." He could not handle to look at the other's face, so he stared at
his hand beside him. Did he want to? Maybe.... probably. It was not like he'd
never imagined it, with Yosuke, but he was still pretty scarred from the few
occasions with Kenta back then. They weren't very good experiences and he had
ended up crying every time. To be perfectly frank, he was scared to fuck things
up and bawling like a baby again. Or worse; make Yosuke cry.
"I..." Yosuke started, almost inaudibly. ".. would like to... maybe."
Oh, Jesus Christ, this boy would be the death of him one day. Masaru grabbed
Yosuke's hands and pulled him back down with him, back landing in the cushions.
He looked at him for a moment, saying nothing, before kissing him square on the
lips and felt his heart throbbing in his throat, but decided to ignore it. It
would be okay.
His hands were back on Yosuke's skin, lips tracing their way down to his neck,
and Yo gasped (and it went straight to his groin, oh man). Unlike a few minutes
before, Yosuke actually participated this time, shaky hands finding Masaru's
sided through his shirt, and reclaimed his lips. Every touch of their tongues
sent thrills through his spine and made his head fuzzier and fuzzier. A very
(very) hesitant hand sneaked beneath Yosuke's waistband, and his fingertips just
sat there, not moving. Yosuke seemed to understand this as a hint and very
(very!) hesitantly moved his hips in return. Oh damn. Oh damn! It took
everything in Masaru to not gasp loudly at that. Yosuke made a tiny noise,
though, muffled by their still locked lips. He moved again, and holy shit,
breathing just became a fucking task. So did thinking, so instead of
overthinking his actions, Masaru just moved his hand further down beyond the
waistband and pushed Yosuke's crotch down another time, until it became a
rhythm. It was Yosuke who broke the kiss to gasp into Masaru's neck, his hands
clinging at his shoulders.
"M-Masa...." he breathed more than he spoke before planting a lot of small
kisses on the other's neck. Masaru tried to respond, but out came only a
right-out moan which he would definitely feel embarassed about later.
The air around them became really hot and really humid, and Masaru felt the heat
rush through his whole body before he tilted his head back and thrusted up while
pushing Yosuke's hip down and he could swear he was seeing stars (which was
probably just the cushion pressing in his face), and then it was over, limbs
weak, skin sticky and clothes damp with sweat and junk. Holy shit.
The boys just laid there for a few moments, breathing heavily, hearts beating
against their ribcages. Yosuke still hid his face in his boyfriends's shoulder.
"H...hey, Yo... are you alright?" He didn't reply immediately and Masaru began
to worry. Maybe he had hated it? Fuck. He noticed the location of his hand and
quickly removed it from there.
"Mhm..." it sounded muffled against the fabric.
"Are you sure?" No reply.
"Did you.... hate it?" He whispered his question, suddenly very embarassed.
"No.... I mean.." Yosuke was obviously very uncomfortable. Maybe he wasn't into
guys after all and had just realised that now? Masaru began to panic for the
second time tonight.
"It's just..." Yosuke buried his face deeper into Masa's shoulder. "..I'm
not..... finished.."
.....oh. Fuck.
"Fuck, I- I'm so sorry." Masaru wanted to die on the spot. Of course he could
not like it if he didn't even get to get off. Masaru sat up and he was now the
one hiding his face in his boyfriend's shirt.
"I'm really sorry, oh god" Yosuke ran his fingers through the blond hair. "Shh,
it's alright.." 
He looked at Masaru sheepishly as he looked up, super red in his face. "You,
um.... could help me... maybe..?"
Masaru's heart jumped into his throat at that and his eyes widened. 
"Wha-"
"Don't act like you don't know what I meant by that, oh my god, you're so
stupid!" Yosuke let himself slump down to the side, face behind his hands, and
he winced. This picture of misery made Masaru smile a little bit, and he leaned
over his whiny boyfriend and smooched his cheek.
"Sorry... I guess I.. I could do that."

No reaction. Yosuke laid there, still with his face behind his hands, but he
eventually spoke. "Okay.." He still did not move, though, so Masaru pushed him
onto his back by the shoulders, and he could swear this position was oddly
familiar to him.
"Alright" he announced and leaned down to kiss him, on the mouth this time. This
should do, this is a good start. He propped himself up on his elbows, his hand
holding Yosuke by the jaw, gently caressing him with his thumb. He ran his
tongue across Yosuke's upper lip and then sucked it into his mouth, making him
let escape a small noise and wrap his arms around Masaru's shoulders. The other
hand that had been idly laying next to Yosuke's head began to creep under his
shirt, very hesitantly and very slowly running over the heated skin of his chest
and belly, coaxing more noises out of Yosuke's throat. Masaru was glad that his
boyfriend seemed to enjoy this, at least, since he could not muster up the
courage to go a step further just yet. His hand came to a stop at his hipbone
and just sat there for a while, until Yosuke whispered something against
Masaru's lips.
"..come on..." Shit, he must have noticed his nervosity. But he didn't seem
disgruntled or disappointed, just.... very needy, wriggling away under him.
Alright. Time to shut your brain out and get to business. His hand began to move
again, down south, and it had to feel agonizing just how slowly he went, and he
hoped Yosuke could forgive him.
He hadn't noticed that he had broken the kiss until Yo gasped loudly at the
first touch, and it made Masaru feel all kinds of things. He kissed his neck.
"Are you ok?"
Yosuke's reply was a breathy "ya", and he pressed Masaru tighter to his body,
bucking his hips up a little. Masaru smiled.
He moved his hand steadily, running his thumb over the head for which he earned
a needy whine each time, breath getting more ragged and uneven.
"M.. Masa.." he managed to breathe out, clinging tightly to his shoulders,
angled his leg up and thrusted into Masaru's hand before he spilled all over it.
Ah..
Yosuke didn't move for a moment, the blond still in his death grip, and breathed
heavily through his nose. Masaru placed another kiss to his neck.
"You alright?"
"Yeah.."



                       Torture (tw: missbrauch (light))
                       --------------------------------


He tried his hardest not to buck up his hips. Mostly because he wasn't allowed
to, not because he was being considerate.
He hid his flushed face behind his arm that was draped up above him, breath
heavy, and dark hair sticking grossly to his forehead.
He was being teased so bad, it wasn't even funny anymore.
"H-Hurry up" he demanded, keeping the insult on his tongue, knowing that would
only cause things to last longer.
The response he got was a hand reaching up to his chest, toying with the nubs
there, and he wanted to yell. He groaned a "fuck" instead. What a fucking
asshole.
"Not yet" came from between his legs. If he knew it would help him, he'd kick
him in the side.
This was pure torture. At least he didn't force his weirder kinks on him today,
but... this was unbearable.
After a long while (which included randomly getting slower or just stopping
altogether) the pace finally picked up, the hand on his chest vanishing and
caressing his thigh instead. Masaru gasped at that.
"You may now."
He didn't need to be told twice. With a low groan he spilled all over Kenta's
second hand and mouth, his whole body feeling like jelly and he wanted to cry of
relieve. Damn it.
He lied there for a moment, just breathing audibly, unable to move, and he
almost didn't notice his bonds getting unknot and the blood finally rushing back
inside his hands as they fell to his sides.
"You were wonderful" Kenta commented while laying down beside him, still
unclothed, and Masaru wished he'd just shut up.
"You behaved this time, too."
Shut up, shut up, shut up!
"So it was good, yeah?" No.
Kenta draped his sweat-sticky body around the younger one, and he hadn't even
wiped the junk off his fingers. His mouth was clean, though, so he most likely
ate it. Ugh.
"So, when are you gonna return the favor and give me a blowjob, too?"
"Never."
He received a chuckle for a reply, and shortly after a soft snore.
Masaru wanted to die right there.



                                 Naughty kiss
                                 ------------


Oh no, oh what a huge dorko. Who even sleeps like that.
After quite literally barging into his bedroom, Masaru made sure to close the
door as quietly as possible now. Couldn't risk to wake his boyfriend up before
managing to snap a photo of his impossible sleeping position at the desk; Head
propped up on his hand, the other still holding a pencil, upper body hovering
over a textbook and an assortment of notes. He seemed to have been doing his
homework, like he'd promised. What a good boy.
He still fell asleep while Masaru was gone for his evening shift. The result of
stubbornly insisting to keep his boyfriend company during night shifts, which
ended with pulling all-nighters on school days. He'd been so sleep-deprived
lately, and frequently just came over to nap in Masaru's bed ("It's way more
comfortable than my own bed!"). Why he didn't just lay down in it today when he
was obviously this tired was beyond Masaru, though.
Anyway, he took a few quiet steps over to the desk and whipped out his mobile
phone. Perfect blackmailing material right here.
After he'd satisfied his urge, though, he was lost of what to do next. Should he
wake him up? This was really not a position to sleep comfortably in. He raised
his hand, but then decided against lightly shaking Yosuke's shoulder to wake
him. Not yet. Masaru crouched down and watched him a little while longer, and
the more time passed the more irresitible became the desire to kiss his stupid,
pretty sleeping face. Without thinking about how he would probably wake him up
with this, he did just that. Sneakily putting a small kiss in the corner of his
mouth. Which immediately curved up into a grin.
"Creep."
Masaru jumped to his feet with a beet red face.
"What the fuck, you were awake?!"
Yosuke stretched his arms. "Yeah, just rested my eyes a little bit." He turned
in his chair and continued to grin like the huge asshole he was.
"Ohh, I hate you so much" Masaru claimed, climbing onto his bed and burying his
face in the sheets.
"That's not true."
"Shut up!"



                                  Promise (1)
                                  -----------


Fuck him. Honestly, just- well, not actually, since that was not an option as of
now. Anyway, he could go to hell. Or back to his creepy ex, for all he cared.
Yosuke threw his school bag into the corner of his bedroom after banging doors
and ignoring concerned words and glances from his family on his way up here.
Whatever, he didn't really need him, he could manage on his own. He flopped down
on his bed, face first into his cushion.
Which smelled like him.
God fucking damn it.
He pushed it on the floor before it made recent memories resurface in his mind
and made a mental note to change his bed sheets later. Or rather make his mother
do it. Oh, she will be just delighted to hear the news. Her son was now a little
bit less of a disgrace again! If only he would do a better job at school now,
too!
Yosuke barely remembered what kind of homework he had to do, which was a shame,
because he might have actually done them today. He had promised to him to at
least try to be a good student, but that promise flew out the window now. Why
the heck should he keep this promise when Masaru hadn't kept his.
Fumbling his phone out his pocket, he had already forgotten what he'd left on
the screen before he had shut it off. Being greeted by that text message made
Yosuke's stomach churn. That this motherfucker didn't even have the guts to tell
him personally probably ticked him off the most. What a fucking coward. His
phone joined the cushion on the floor.
Now with nothing left to distract himself, Yosuke turned on his back and just
stared at the ceiling. He should have turned his radio on, or something.
It was okay. His kisses sucked anyway. He snored sometimes, and his hands were
always way too rough on his skin, even though Yosuke told him to use lotion. He
wasn't really a cuddler and always jerked away when Yo did as much as stand a
little bit too close to him in public. It was a miracle he had let him touch him
in this very room when his family was home. Which had been just a week ago. On
this bed. Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
His body went hot and cold, and he wanted to vomit. With weak arms Yosuke picked
up the cushion from the floor and pressed it tightly against his body, inhaled
the scent and let the tears soak the fabric.

He would probably not change the sheets for a while.



                                Sorry kiss (2)
                                --------------


When Yosuke got a new text message that afternoon he didn't think much of it. It
happened, occasionally, but they were always coming from family members and
usually only when he was out and they wondered if he would even come back the
same night or if his brother could take his share of dinner today.
But he wasn't out (with whom, anyway), so with a puzzled look on his face he
checked the message and almost fell off his chair when he saw who had sent it.

"From: Masa

Can I talk to you tonight"

What even did he want to talk about. Why he just dumped him like a used tissue a
month ago and then never talked to him again? Yosuke was still pretty salty
about that to be quite honest, and he wasn't sure he wouldn't beat the shit out
of him if they'd meet. He contemplated replying at all, that jerk didn't deserve
it, but he wanted to give him a chance. One chance.

"From: Yosuke

About what"

The next message took quite a while and Yosuke thought Masa had chickened out.

"From: Masa

Us"

Alright, his heart might have clenched at that, just a little bit. So Masa
wanted to clear things up, apparently. Well then, he would let him have that.
Yosuke typed in his agreement and they settled for a place to meet later. A
moment after that he regrettet giving in so easily, just kind of running back to
him as soon as he snipped his fingers. For all he knew he could just want to cut
the ties permanently and get rid of him forever. Damn, that was probably the
reason. Yosuke, why are you so dumb and gullible.
His phone's screen lit up with another text message.

"From: Masa

Thank you"

His ears turned red.



At seven in the evening Yosuke showed up at the bridge they had agreed to meet
up. Could have been two or twenty minutes later than seven, who knew.
Masa was already there, sitting on a bench, and he looked quite... fidgety? He
must have waited for quite some time. Well, served him right.
Yosuke walked up to him, not sitting down, though.
"Hi."
Masa stood up instead.
"... hi."
A pause. Yosuke got impatient already.
"So, what did you want?" he asked in a demanding tone. He would not have this
beating around the bush today.
"I, um..." He hesitated. Fuck this.
"Do you want to talk now or not, because I sure as hell got other things to do,
and-"
"I'm sorry."
"- I don't... what"
Yosuke was a little taken off guard by that, and he just stared for a moment
before he found his words again.
"'Sorry'? You put me through what quite literally classifies as the worst month
of my entire life, and all you got to say is a lame 'sorry'?! No, dude, fuck
that."
He was already turning around when a strong hand grabbed his arm and forced him
around to face the other.
"You didn't even let me talk."
"Well, then talk!" He was glad they were basically in the middle of nowhere
right now, because he was already yelling at him.
"You... you mean a lot to me, you know."
Yosuke frowned at that.
"Don't believe me, alright." Masa ran a hand through his hair (it was shorter
than before, not much, but Yosuke noticed) and let it rest at his forehead.
"I do... I mean, I want to be with you, and the past month was hell for me, as
well,-"
"Then why the fuck did you break up with me?" This didn't make any sense, this
guy was contradicting himself back and forth. The grip on his arm got tighter.
"I... wanted to protect you."
"From what?!"
Masaru let out a shaky breath.
"The Reds... have been tracking me down, and if they'd found out I was still
involved with you, they would have come for you first."
Oh.. That... "That's bullshit. We have taken care of them back at their
headquarters, there is no-"
"Do you even have any idea of how dangerous those fuckers are."
Masaru let go of his arm to pull down the collar of his shirt covering his chest
to reveal what looked like a burn wound.
Wait.
"Oh my god, what happened to your tattoo?!"
"They dropped acid on it." He let go of the fabric, putting his fists in the
pockets of his pants.
"I'm done with them now."
Silence. Yosuke looked at the ground, feeling the strong urge to hug him, but he
couldn't move a muscle. He didn't notice the tears streaming down his face until
Masaru wiped at them with his thumb.
"It's okay. I'm sorry."
Yosuke's lip trembled, and he wanted to say so many things, that no, he was
sorry, and that he wanted to be with him, too, that he loved him, and that Masa
still deserved a punch in the guts for not reaching out for help. But nothing
came out his throrat, other than violent sobs.
Masaru hesitantly pulled him into his arms, petting his head with slow strokes
for what felt like an eternity. By the time he calmed down, Masa's shirt was
soaked with tears and snot, and he pulled away slightly, but Yosuke was quick to
close the distance again with his lips on his, pulling him into a deep, and very
salty kiss.



                         Hope we don't get caught kiss
                         -----------------------------


"This should do."
You could really sense how unsure Yosuke was actually being about this, so
Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. This particular spot behind the gym seemed
pretty abandoned, but should any of the students decide to want to use the gym
during recess, they were pretty screwed. Masaru was an unregistered visitor, and
if anyone of the students caught them here they would definitely fuck them over.
Because, frankly, Yosuke wasn't exactly popular at school. Not in a positive
sense, at least.
He leaned against the wall, hands in the pockets of his gakuran blazer, and eyed
his boyfriend.
"So..."
Masaru looked up.
"So?"
"Wanna eat lunch?"
"Like your cliché shoujou-manga high school couple?"
"Yeah, well..." Yosuke fumbled with his fingers, outside the pockets now.
"That's kinda what you do during lunch break, you know..."
Masaru sighed. "I thought we came here for a different reason." The tips of
Yosuke's ears turned the same shade as his hair.
"I know..."
Since his mother prohibited any contact to Masa, meeting up became kind of a
challenge. They occasionally managed to walk to or from school together when it
didn't interfere with Masaru's shifts, but now they hadn't seen each other for a
whole freaking week, so this was kind of an emergency.
Without any other word Masaru stepped in front of his boyfriend, cupped his face
between his hands, and placed the lightest, most chaste kiss ever onto his lips.
Yosuke sighed.
"Man... I needed that."
"Yeah."
He pressed their lips back together, one, two, five times, and for a moment
nothing else mattered. Yosuke's hands went up to hold onto the other's back,
maybe press him a little closer, when suddenly there were voices nearby and
quickly drawing nearer. He almost jumped out of his skin.
"Fuck-" He grabbed Masaru by the wrist and dragged him around the corner behind
the bushes and they ducked as low as possible, not even daring to breathe.
Of course these dumb asshole jocks decided to get extra volleyball practice on
this exact day of all days in the year, for god's sake.
As soon as the group of boys had gone out of sight, Yosuke let out the breath he
was holding.
"God..." He leaned into the other's shoulder to soothe his still
adrenaline-seeping pulse. Not that Masaru was any better. He raked his hand
through red strands, eyes closed.
"So..."
"... so?"
"Wanna eat lunch now?"



                                    Lonely
                                    ------


He embraced the Green's naked body, running his fingers over every centimetre of
his flushed skin, covering his chest, his belly, his thighs in dozens of kisses.
He held so much adoration for this boy that he thought his chest would burst
into a thousand pieces any second. It was too much, the noises, the touches, the
tiny kisses, it was all just too much, and Masaru felt his head swimming until
he heard a loud yell from the inner courtyard. What the hell.
He sleepily turned around and pressed his cushion into his face. He got woken up
in the middle of the night. And during a dream like that, of all things.
He didn't dream as much of Yosuke as he did in the beginning of his arrest, and
as weird as it was, he treated those dreams as if they'd actually met in person.
It was as pathetic as it sounds.
Worst of all, he now had a free ticket to Bonersville and was too widely awake
to fall asleep again now. He pressed his face deeper into the cushion and hoped
it would just wilt away, but the images of his dream were still too vivid in his
mind. The one time you don't want to think about your... boyfriend? Ex?
Masaru groaned and turned around to face the wall. Might as well get rid of it.
It annoyed him so much (he wasn't a hormonal teenager anymore, for crying out
loud), but he wanted to catch at least a little bit of sleep before he'd get
thrown out of bed at six in the morning.
As he closed his eyes, another image of Yosuke flashed up in his mind, and
Masaru winced. It hurt him, because he hadn't actually seen him in sixteen years
and his image of Yosuke was still the 20 year old boy that blushed at every
touch. He felt quite perverted, considering that age gap, but regarding his
raging erection he couldn't care less.
He uncerimoniously shoved a hand into his pants, the other laying on this belly,
and began to pump. The Yosuke in his mind gasped and clinged to his body, and
Masaru let out an embarassing whining noise. Mind-Yosuke kissed his neck and
Masa grabbed the sheets beside him with his free hand. He thrusted into the
other in an unsteady rhythm, the redhead on his mind the whole time, gasping,
writhing, clasping at Masaru's body. He was close and he moved his hand from the
bed sheet to his mouth to at least muffle his noises.
Yosuke kissed his lips, and he came into his hand and on his belly. He felt
disgusting. Yosuke was gone from his mind, too, and all he was left with now was
this mess and an overwhelming loneliness.
After cleaning himself up, Masa clung to his cushion, because he was sappy and a
cuddler, and slipped into a dreamless sleep.



                                 Holding hands
                                 -------------


Rough, calloused, and bearing a few tiny scars. Fingernails that are way too
short. Kinda plump.
But very warm and reassuring around his own. Calming and comforting. Careful and
gentle and hesitant.
Perfect.
Those were the things he would describe Masaru's hands with if asked. Touching
every knuckle of every five fingers on each hand, tracing the fine lines on his
palms, he inspected them with a swelling heart.
"What are you doing."
"Looking at your hands."
A snort. "Yeah, I can see that. But why?"
Yosuke shrugged, not looking away from Masaru's hands for one second.
"I love holding your hands."
Masaru said nothing to that. He instead interlaced all of their fingers and held
their hands tightly to his chest.
Yosuke's smile could not be brighter.



                                Getting caught
                                --------------


There were never customers in the ungodly hours between 3 and 4:30 in the
morning. People were home in their beds sleeping (or, well, home at least). It
has been like this from the first night he'd worked at this convenience store.
And, of course, the one time Masaru actually happened to do something other than
flipping through the same boring magazine and being on alert at 3:51 today, one
lost fuckhead had the audacity to come in and disturb... well....
"Ah, shitfuck-"
The little bells at the door rang and made him almost bite his own tongue.
"What, no" Yosuke complained as Masaru slithered away from his grasp. "Fuck that
asshole."
"I'd rather fuck somebody else."
"Stupid, I know, god!" He did let go of his boyfriend, though, after pecking him
on the lips one more time.
Masaru quickly re-buttoned his shirt before leaving the back room for the
storefront. He was about to voice an apology to the customer, but the shady man
in a huge coat was shuffling through some ero magazines on the other side of the
store and seemed... otherwise occupied. Masaru was about to lose his mind,
raging boner still pressing against the front of his trousers, and this guy had
no fucking decency or shame.
He'd stayed in the store for at least twenty minutes and ended up buying
nothing, that fuckface. Masa waited for a few seconds, making sure nobody else
would come in, then left for the back room. He found Yosuke fast asleep on the
couch and, with a sigh, went to the toilet instead.



                                   Christmas
                                   ---------


Hands in pockets, shoulders hunched, scarf pulled up to the nose, and a gloomy
expression. That was the sight Yosuke was greeted with when he finally arrived
at their meeting spot.
"You're late."
"I know! I'm sorry!"
Yosuke threw himself at his boyfriend first thing when he was in reach.
"My mom insisted on playing games all evening, so I couldn't sneak out."
God, this woman. It was almost as if she had known about their plans for tonight
so she did her best to passively interfere. She probably did know. But she
should also know her son enough to expect him to do what he wants, anyway.
"You wanna get your present?" Yosuke had a cheeky smile on his face.
"I said I don't want a fucking present!"
"You want this one, though!"
Without hesitation he pulled Masaru's face down and into a very misplaced kiss.
He pulled away just slightly.
"That was awful."
"Well, do it better, then!"
Reluctantly Masaru put his hands around the other's cheeks, and they lingered
there for a moment. A lot of people were rushing past them, descending into the
underground station Yosuke had just emerged from. Masaru took his hands back and
spoke up again.
"Let's go somewhere else-"
"Attention. Next train is the last train for today. I repeat: The next train is
the last train for today.." The mechanical voice from the speakers spoke its
announcement and made Masa's heart drop.
"You should probably catch that."
His gaze fell to the ground. Well, that was it for Christmas, then. At least
they had seen each other for a few minutes.
"No, dude, fuck that."
"What?"
Yosuke clinged closer to Masaru, tightening his grip around his torso. He rested
his forehead against the other's shoulder, not even thinking about letting go.
"I want to spend Christmas with you, and not just a tiny fraction of it! Fuck
'last train', my family had me the whole damn day, it's your turn now."
Some giddy warmth spread in Masaru's body and his arms trembled, but found their
way around the smaller body.
"Are you sure?"
A smile formed on Yosuke's lips. "Yeah."
He put a light kiss on Masaru's jaw. Another one on the corner of his lips
followed.
"Yosuke.."
"What?! It's dark, nobody can see!"
"No, I mean.."
Masaru leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips, full and square.
"That's how you do it."



                                 Christmas pt2
                                 -------------


Akio's family had a very western-style house, and there was a huge sofa in the
living room, but Yosuke and Masaru were sitting on the floor in front of the
coffee table. Actually, Masaru was sitting, his boyfriend was draped all over
him, pressing his face into his chest and holding onto his sweater as if he
would fall over if he didn't. They were both pretty hammered, red faces and
slurry speech. Akio and his wife were actually sitting on their sofa, equally
drunk, and it was the first time Masaru saw her not all stuck-up and strict. She
was actually very fun to be around, he learnt. It had also been her idea to open
the huge bottle of sake she got as a Christmas present from her aunt tonight,
even if the boys weren't even of legal drinking age yet.
The group of four had been playing some board games until everyone got too drunk
to pay attention anymore and the whole thing had evolved into a
laughing-at-everything-party. Somewhen after half past two in the morning Yoske
had a hard time not to pass out on Masaru's shoulder.
"Dont' you two want to go upstairs?" Akio suggested, especially looking at the
redhead.
"Yeah, you- you two go. Into Masa's room. We will take care. Of this."
'This' probably meant the chaos they had produced in the living toom with
cushions scattered around the room and empty bags of snacks everywhere. 'This'
could also mean something else entirely, judging by the glance Hana gave her
husband. Masaru hurried to get up (and take Yosuke with him).

Once the door to his room was closed, Masa found himself trapped between the
wood and the heavy body of his boyfriend leaning onto him. Wait, no - he hold
him in place?
"What are you doing."
"Masa, I love you."
Before he could reply to that, a pair of lips crushed down on his own, clumsy
but demanding. Yosuke tasted like alcohol (but Masaru did, too), and his skin
was burning hot and his tongue found its way into the other's mouth and at this
point Masa had given up and threw his sense of responsibility out the window.
Could also be the alcohol speaking, though.
He freed his hands with ease and ran them down Yosuke's back, let them sit at
his hips, and slowly wormed their way up under his shirt. The other's pace was
way faster and he got rid of Masaru's black sweater in a heartbeat and
immediately began fumbling at his belt, too. Masaru panicked.
"No, Yosuke, w-wait" He pushed the busy hands away from his crotch, voice
jittery.
"That... let's not do that."
"But you're.."
Yeah, he was rock hard, and a damn mess.
"I know."
Yosuke wasn't any better.
"Then let's."
He looked almost sheepishly to the side, and with his flushed face it was an
unbearable sight.
"I love you."
Alright, that was it, he lifted the little bastard up by his thighs and carried
him over to his bed, which creaked when they dropped on it. His heart was
beating so fast.
Their lips locked immediately and when Yosuke's hands came for his pants again,
he let him. Meanwhile, he was busy unbuttoning Yosuke's shirt, leaving a trail
of small kisses on his chest in the process. When he had gotten all the way down
to the waistband, Yo whimpered. Smirk.
"You alright?"
"What a stupid question!"
Masa said nothing to that and just undid the other's pants before pulling them
down to his knees. The original goal had been to get rid of them entirely, but a
pair of grabby hands pulled him up into another kiss before he could finish.
Laying on top of his love like this, their skin touched (which was still
unbelievably hot and he could feel Yosuke's heart throbbing against his chest)
but more importantly, so did their crotches and now it was Masaru who couldn't
hold his voice in.
"You alright?"
"Shut up."
Taking advantage of being on top, Masa grinded into the other, gaining him a
needy moan. Happy with the result he did it again, and again, making Yosuke
writhe and gasp beneath him.
"F-fuck"
"Yeah, I'm on it"
A light slap on his arm, then another moan. Masa was quick to seal his mouth
with his own to at least muffle the noises a little. Meanwhile his hand made its
way across Yosuke's sides, all the way down to his underwear and slowly slipped
past it. Yosuke sighed into his mouth.
"Oh gosh"
"Shh"
Masa carefully pulled out his erection, giving it a few strokes, making Yosuke
have a hard time not to groan out loud.
"No, what- what about you?"
Masa had stopped moving his hips and was focusing on getting the other off, and
apparently Yosuke had noticed and didn't want it that way. He began touching his
boyfriend through the fabric of his boxers with shaky hands, making the other
jittery in his own actions. Until Masaru shoved them away and worked his way out
of the last piece of clothing he was wearing, grabbing both of their members and
began pumping.
A pair of hands nestled in his hair, pulling him down again for a kiss that
lasted maybe a mere second, because Yosuke was gasping for air. Beads of sweat
were forming on his forehead, making his hair stick to his face, and they
writhed and gasped in unision.
"I love you so much."
"I-"
Before Masaru could finish his reply he came into his own hand, face pressed
into the cushion next to Yosuke's head. He never ceased storking, thouh, and
just moments later Yosuke grabbed at his hair and spilled all over the already
existing mess, and Masa finally let go.
They just laid there for a while, breathing heavily, skin cooling down, until
Masaru reached for tissues in the bedside table. Yosuke let him go,
reluctantly.
They cleaned up, got halfway dressed again, and snuggled into the bed together.
"Hey, you didn't finish what you were gonna say earlier."
"What?"
"Come on, you know."
"I-..."
Masaru got stuck there again for some reason.
"I love you, Masa."
He pressed his face into Yosuke's shoulder and murmured back: "I love you, too."



                           Crybaby (tw: missbrauch)
                           ------------------------


Well, this position was awkward, to say the least. With a cushion stuck under
his chest and his face pressed into the sheets, Masaru kind of wished he hadn't
agreed to this.
He heard Kenta coming back into the room, felt the matress denting as he climbed
onto it and behind him. A warm hand caressed his lower back, ass, and thigh, and
Masaru shuddered. Kenta made a pleased hum.
"Watch out, it's cold." he said, and god damn, was it cold. Masaru twitched at
the sensation of the cool, slicky liquid that was poured onto his rear and
slowly trickling down between the cheeks. Kenta must have had a fucking blast
watching because it felt like forever until his next move. He rubbed one slicky
finger on his entrance and Masaru got hard from this alone. God.
"Enjoying yourself?"
"Shut it."
Kenta let out another pleased giggle and continued, pressing ever so slightly.
When he finally slid a first digit in, Masaru's face heated up in an instant and
he pressed his lips together. He didn't really know how to feel about this. It
wasn't exactly bad, but... very weird. He stopped breathing for a moment, and a
second finger joined, slowly thrusting in and out. Masa whimpered.
"You're so brave, Masa-chan."
He wanted to retort something as a third finger got inserted and his breath was
cut short. It was actually beginning to feel kinda good, and he hated himself
for that. Kenta was running his other hand down Masaru's spine, moved down his
sides, over his belly, making an effort to not touch his raging boner at all.
This was agonizing.
Kenta rubbed at his insides, getting everything soaking wet and it felt gross
between his legs. Before he knew it, Masaru was breathing heavier through his
mouth, and felt the arousal bundle up in his stomach, almost ready to finish.
Kenta seemed to sense this, too, so he stopped at once, sliding out.
"Not yet" he said, leaning over to reach under the bed. "The real fun has about
to start yet" he announced, ripping some plastic foil off... something.
Next thing Masaru knew was a very slick object trying to make its way down his
ass, and it was so much more to handle than those scrawny fingers. Masa gasped.
The cold silicone felt much more unpleasant as it slid down, but it finally came
to a stop. He felt very stretched out and very strangely not bad at all. Kenta
slid it out and back in again and suddenly hit a raw spot that made him moan in
pleasure.
"Whoops, found it."
Despite that he seemed to have a hard time finding "it" again and mindlessly
penetrated Masaru, making him writhe and gasp more. Fuck, he didn't want to
admit it, but he actually felt amazing. He clawed at the bedsheet, lips parted,
trying to meet the silicone midway to get more out of it and whenever he hit
that spot again it felt like heaven. Kenta chuckled, but Masaru ignored that,
too absorbed in pleasure. It didn't take him much longer until he spilled all
over the sheets and the cushion he was laying on. He gasped for air.
"Oh, Masa-chan, I knew you would enjoy it."
That took him back to reality and cut the afterglow short, and he felt hot tears
streaming over his face.



                            Pretty (tw: missbrauch)
                            -----------------------


The kisses weren't half bad when he wasn't paying too much attention to who they
were coming from. He was glad nonetheless when they weren't concentrated to his
mouth anymore and traveled down his neck, his chest, his sides. The fingers
between his legs were wet and slick and - thankfully - not cold anymore. He
began to feel fuzzy in his head.
"You're so pretty like this, Masa."
And just like that the heat in his groin got sucked out of there and he furrowed
his brow.
"Don't call me pretty."
"Heh."
Kenta leaned down again, whispering right up his ear: "But it's true" and he
pushed his fingers deeper for emphasis, earning him a gasp (and a boner
springning back to life). "It's true, especially when you make these delicious
noises."
Kenta removed his hand then, though, and ordered Masaru to turn around. Which
was new.
"Don't worry, I'll be good to you" he said, as if that would be any
reassurance.
Propped up on his elbows and knees like this, Masaru felt incredibly exposed,
and the hand running across his lower back didn't help that.
Kenta lined himself up and without a warning went in with a deep groan. Masa
almost choked on his spit. Oh shit, oh man. His insides were burning.
A pair of hands grabbed at his sides, groping hard enough to leave marks later,
and just moments later he began to move. Out and in again. Adimittedly, he moved
slowly, but it still hurt.
"Feeling good?"
No.
Masaru had his face pressed into the pillow, in hopes he's suffocate. But no
such luck; Kenta forced his chin up, facing him. "My pretty boy."
He kissed him again, sloppily during now faster thrusts, which made Masaru
finally gasp in pleasure. Kenta hummed and let go of his jaw, kissed his neck
before biting down into the sensitive flesh.
"I love you, Masa-chan."
Stop
"So much."
Please stop.
He cried again. Because of the pain, because of the humiliation. Mostly because,
despite all that, he still felt the pleasure rising inside his body.



                                   Turnabout
                                   ---------


"Masa."
No.
"Masa, look at me."
No.
With his arm over half his face he tried to disconnect from the situation at
hand. If he can't see or hear, he might actually enjoy it.
"Come on, love." Don't call me that.
Kenta stopped his movements and gently touched Masaru's arm, which flinched at
the contact.
A sigh.
He tried again and carefully removed the limb from the other's face, smiling
down at him.
"That's better" he whispered and placed a kiss on Masa's wrist, palm, knuckles.
"We can stop." He pulled himself out and sat up. "If you don't like it, we can
stop."
"Why?!" As if that had ever stopped him before. Given, Masaru, the
hormone-driven teenager that he was, did like getting off. But that did not mean
he particularly loved doing it. With him.
"I want you to enjoy this."
"Since when do you care about that."
Kenta chuckled. "Oh, you have no idea."
He got up from the bed and left for the bathroom.
"I mean, you can join me in the shower if you want" he said with a wink before
closing the door behind him. Masaru got a strange feeling in his stomach.




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