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It isn’t as though they aren't good friends. Toudou has been to his house a number of times already, but only with the rest of the team in tow—or their fellow third years at least. Handling Toudou on his own, however, is another thing entirely that Arakita has always chalked up to be more trouble than it’s worth.
But somehow here he is, prancing into Arakita's room and dropping his backpack on the floor like he owns the place. Apparently over the break he had run away from home, or something stupidly childish like that, and wound up at Arakita's door. Arakita, too uncomfortable with the situation in the moment to turn away a troubled friend, had somehow allowed himself to be bullied into putting Toudou up for the night. Whatever—his family’s out of town on holiday without him anyway.
"Shouldn't you be bugging your stupid Maki-chan for something like this? Why me?" he boots back up his video game and slumps down at the foot of his bed, reaching blindly around in the dark for a bag of chips.
"Maki-chan's too far away," Toudou pouts, eyes glittering dramatically in the TV's blue light, "Besides, he would probably make me face my problems and go back home, whereas you I can trust not to pry at all."
"Whatever, I still don't see why it's gotta be me."
"You should be grateful I picked you first!"
"Why should I be grateful that you're a pain in my ass?!" Arakita growls, not looking away from his game.
But Toudou just laughs it off, sprawling out on Arakita's bed behind him, making himself irritatingly at home.
He flops on his stomach, throwing his arms over the edge of the bed and lowering his head next to Arakita's to watch him play.
"What are you playing?" His fingers briefly brush Arakita's arm.
"A game."
Toudou frowns theatrically but knows enough at least to finally shut up.
An hour passes probably, and Arakita’s getting nowhere with his game, unable to focus even though Toudou has stopped pestering him for the most part. It’s annoying still to have him hovering, watching him—but somehow even more annoying when he isn't paying attention at all, instead texting nonstop with an irritating click-clack ing of keys in Arakita's ear. And then there’s the occasional brushes of skin every time Toudou shifts or lowers his arms again. Being alone with him is...unsettling.
"Put your stupid phone away or I'm gonna throw it out the window." He finds himself saying.
"Okay, but you have to talk to me, then." He complies, tossing it in the general direction of his backpack.
"Fine, whatever."
Toudou lowers his head and whines, still dangling off the edge of the bed, "This is uncomfortable, all the blood is rushing to my head."
"Go lay on your back then, idiot." Arakita mutters a quiet string of curses as the same monster he's been fighting repeatedly in his game kills him yet again. He throws the controller at the ground.
"Come up here with me then, I wanna hang out."
Arakita sighs, "Che! You're so noisy…" but leans forward all the same to shut off his game, glad to be done with it. He climbs up on to the bed and lays down next to Toudou, putting a fair amount of distance between them. It feels weird—like a girl's sleepover, or something too intimate. Is this seriously how he hangs out with Makishima and others?
As if reading his mind, Toudou pipes up, "Arakita…what do you usually do when you hang out with the others alone?"
"Nothing, really…"
Toudou rolls closer, "Aa-raa-kii-taaa," drawing out the syllables of his name in complaint.
"You're annoying," Arakita spits out, "so noisy." He wonders if Toudou will leave if he continues to be this mean.
Toudou only smiles at him, resting his chin in his palm and looking irritatingly unperturbed. He begins to harmlessly trace light patterns along Arakita's arm with his forefinger. Earlier in the night his touches could have passed as unconscious, but at this point there’s no way it’s not deliberate. Arakita swallows.
"You're annoying," he repeats with considerably less venom, his throat a little dry.
"What are you gonna do about it?" Toudou challenges lazily. He brims with self satisfaction as if he's been waiting forever to use such a stupid line and Arakita immediately regrets giving him the opportunity.
As for what he intends to do, a lot of things spring to mind before Arakita can even realize it, but can’t explain why on earth he'd thought any of them just now. And he sure as hell isn't ready to entertain such thoughts, either. He rolls over.
"I'll kick you out. See if I give a shit where you sleep tonight," he mumbles towards the wall, pissed off to realize as the words come out that he doesn't feel like doing that at all.
Toudou’s gone uncharacteristically quiet behind him. It’s a grating silence that makes Arakita feel—unfairly, he thinks—as though he's messed up somehow. It’s annoying. He really dislikes feeling pressured or obligated towards others. Why should he care if Toudou’s upset? Arakita’s the one being imposed upon here…
But the feeling nags at him anyway. Truth be told he knows next to nothing about Toudou's home life, and he doesn't even really care so much as it’s just bothersome to have Toudou unhappy—specifically unhappy in Arakita's space.
"Hey—" He turns back around but immediately jumps. Toudou is much closer in proximity than he remembered, which is as alarming as it is irritating since he hadn't actually heard or felt the other boy moving closer to him at all.
"Hey," Toudou quickly replies, before the typical guttural grump of annoyance can fully form in Arakita's throat. Looking at Toudou, there’s none of the expected traces of forlornness to be found in his expression, much to Arakita's already rapidly budding irritation. His narrows his already-slit eyes further, and stares.
If he looks at at him closely, he’d have to say the climber is cute, for lack of a better word—it isn't one he’s totally comfortable using despite his often tacking the very cute - chan suffix onto certain people's names, but pretty sounds ridiculous given how obnoxious and childish Toudou is. Everything about Arakita is rough—his body wiry and his skin tough, his eyes thin and wild, and he doesn't particularly like how much his gums bare whenever he gets too animated—even a guy like himself is capable of feeling self-conscious about his appearance every now and then, so excessively pretty people like Toudou are especially hard to deal with. He wonders idly if Toudou does anything special to get his skin so smooth or if he was just born like that—or if it's seriously possible for any human to have such a thick line of upper lashes. As soon as he realizes what idiotic thoughts he’s having he snorts aloud, inadvertently blowing hot air into Toudou's face.
All Toudou says is, "Don't make me go home."
Despite his soft, almost playful expression, he sounds a bit desperate. Arakita really hadn't expected that but he manages not to flinch.
"Why?"
Toudou laughs without really smiling, "I know you better than to think you seriously wanna listen to my problems right now."
He’s got a point, but it’s irritating given the context. For Toudou to say anything about knowing him seems absurd when Arakita himself has no idea what he’s doing or thinking at that very moment. The scenario of the two of them laying alone in his house, on his bed, noses practically touching is so far removed from any realm of possibility in his mind—or at the very least, not exactly something he'd ever imagined happening. And yet that’s exactly the reality.
Arakita scoffs loosely and looks away without fully turning his head. Toudou starts up again tracing his skin and Arakita keeps still, careful neither to halt the touch nor encourage it.
He’s almost too awkward to say anything at all, not to mention that addressing it would probably be more trouble than just letting Toudou continue to act weird and needy. It’s admittedly kind of really soothing and easy to relax into, so he accidentally lets it go on for a few moments too long before finally dragging a grumble out of himself.
"What are you doing?"
Toudou laughs again, sounding a hundred times more vulnerable than Arakita is used to hearing. It’s nothing like his irritating, showy way of laughing at school when bragging about his fangirls or whatever.
"Dunno."
Arakita goes quiet.
"Do you dislike it? Does it feel good?"
He gives a noncommittal grunt in response, feeling kind of sleepy from the admittedly pleasant, if not still sort of strange touch.
Toudou takes that as an invitation to slowly slide his fingers further up along Arakita's arm. Traveling up his sleeve, Arakita feels blunt nails graze over the taut skin of his shoulder until they can't freely reach any farther, then trace back down. Toudou repeats the movement languidly, up, down, up, down, half staring at him, half lost on some faraway thought.
Arakita almost thinks about touching Toudou too, but doesn't quite dare. Even just thinking about doing it is embarrassing. He frowns privately and moves to sit up, but the climber's fingers reflexively catch his sleeve, pulling him back down.
"What—" he barks in annoyance, but is quickly silenced by Toudou's mouth on his.
The kiss only lasts a second, there had only been the slightest pressure, but Arakita's entire face light up in flame with a furious blush. Toudou looks a little shy himself, if not also eager. When Arakita only continues to stare at him in mild horror, however, his features seem to wilt and flatten out instead, replaced with a carefully arranged smile.
"Sorry Arakita, it was just a little joke… I'll go—"
As eager as Arakita is to play it off as a joke, to just forget the whole thing and all the weirdness that's inevitably due to follow, his body betrays him and snags Toudou's collar, smashing their lips together in an awkward kiss. He has no idea what the hell he’s doing and it kind of hurts smacking their faces together like that, but he shuts his eyes tight and commits nonetheless. Despite hardly qualifying as a kiss, it leaves him red-faced and breathless. He feels a little surge of what he isn’t even sure he can call pride when he pulls back and sees Toudou's eyes wide with shock.
"Arakita…"
"Don't go." He says quickly. There’s no hint of begging in his voice, if anything it’s just a poorly veiled offer that Toudou can stay, but then again that idiot had already insisted he had nowhere else to go in the first place. "You're so fucking weird, Toudou."
"I think I am too," he says with none of his usual bravado, and kisses Arakita again.
This time it lasts longer. Toudou seems to miss his lips squarely, rather settling for his bottom lip and nibbling at it slightly, lazily brushing Arakita's chin with his own lower lip as his mouth falls open. He licks at Arakita’s lips as if requesting entrance, and Arakita, feeling wildly inexperienced in comparison, panics and pulls back, red-faced and dizzy. He swallows hard, watching Toudou's heavy lidded eyes flicker open and gaze at him questioningly, with far more shameless hunger than hurt or rejection than he would have expected from a prissy baby like Toudou.
So Toudou’s not just all talk when it comes to his fangirls— or at the very least he has some kissing experience.
"Can I keep going?" Toudou hums against his lips, entreating. This is bad, Arakita thinks. Isn’t he kind of acting like a tease?
Arakita snarls without actually backing away, hating the way his face heats up. "Shut up! Don't ask me that…!!"
The pretty cyclist—damn it all, Toudou is pretty —only smiles at him and leans in once more to take his mouth. Soon he’s half crawled on top of him, lazily rolling Arakita onto his back while continuing to adorn his lips, chin, and throat with kisses. At first Arakita’s still too stunned to completely kiss back but eventually raises his chin, applying pressure of his own. He’s a clumsy kisser and he knows it, but if it bothers Toudou at all he doesn't seem to show it. Maybe kissing’s not so hard after all, or Toudou is at least still inexperienced enough to not have too-high standards. Toudou's tongue slips into his mouth and Arakita finds himself quickly hooked on this new warmth. He claws at the back of the other boy's head, pulling him down roughly to suck the air out of him. Toudou whines into his mouth, pulling away for air and panting softly against Arakita's neck.
Arakita breathes, "Heh. Tease."
"Sorry."
Arakita feels a smile form against his throat. Toudou begins licking up the side of his neck and he poorly holds back a hiss when he feels the boy's tongue press against the shell of his ear.
"Fuck, Toudou…" he mumbles quietly.
They go back to kissing and Arakita allows his hands to wander Toudou's sides, resting on his lower back before slipping under the hem of his shirt. He finds the skin there is smooth and cool to the touch, pleasurable under his callused fingertips which he drags up along the boy's faintly protruding spine. It’s fine as long as he doesn't think too hard about what he’s doing—otherwise it’s way too embarrassing.
"Mmm," Toudou moans in quiet approval, sliding his own hands down Arakita's torso, applying pressure to his ribcage, his abdomen, before firmly planting on his hips.
Arakita has Toudou's shirt rolled up to his chest at this point, lazily massaging his shoulder blades through the smooth, tight skin on his back, though honestly a bit lost paying more attention to the kiss than anything else; he decides that leaving it there is a pain. He tugs up a little and Toudou quickly gets the message, sitting back on his lap and lifting his arms so that Arakita can pull it over his head and toss it to the side. Doing so manages to also knock the signature headband off his head in the process, and Arakita holds his breath at the sight. It's not like he hasn't seen Toudou shirtless—or even naked—before at practice, but never straddling his hips like this, with his hair all in his face and making such a needy expression. Despite that he's the one who tugged off the shirt in the first place, he winds up getting embarrassed all over again.
Before he has a chance to stutter and swear his way out of this, Toudou shifts back and reaches down to palm at Arakita's groin without warning, earning a startled groan of arousal.
"Wow, you got hard."
"O-Obviously! Idiot!!"
Toudou slides further down, running his hands along the tops of Arakita's thighs before reaching up to hook his fingertips in the stretchy waistband of Arakita's sweatpants.
"You might wanna take your shirt off—could get a little messy," he murmurs playfully, rubbing slow, teasing circles against Arakita's crotch over the fabric of his pants.
Arakita jumps at the touch, feeling his stomach pull in tight, and jerks up his head to look down at Toudou with an incredulous, " Hah?! "
Now that he finally has a good look at the climber's face, Arakita notices he’s blushing too, quite a bit. So even he could feel embarrassed in spite of all the lewd shit he spewed…
"Don't tell me what to do." he grumbles finally, still half propped up on his elbows, watching Toudou with intent.
With a wordless nod and a nervous (excited?) gulp, the boy between his legs begins slowly tugging down his sweats and underwear; he startles a little when his erection bounces out, falling forward and gently nudging into his cheek. Arakita groans involuntarily at the perverted sight of his dick pressed against Toudou's face. And then realization hits.
"Wait… are you seriously—" he begins as Toudou opens his mouth, presses his lips and tongue hotly against the shaft, eliciting a sharp inhale from Arakita.
He throws his head back into the mattress. What the hell is happening? Toudou sucks him off slowly, experimentally at first. He doesn't think Toudou has done this kind of thing before, and he certainly has no experience of it himself to compare it to, but he doesn't think he’s doing it wrong. He involuntarily bucks his hips against Toudou's mouth, immediately feeling guilty at the startled whimper it draws from the back of his throat where he’d hit.
"Sor—" he mumbles incoherently, twitching as Toudou's bangs tickle his skin. He reaches down to push them back out of the climber's face, which proves to be a mistake. With his face exposed, Arakita can see everything now—full, thick lashes shadowing rosy cheeks, stuffed full of him. The combination of his quickly increasing pace and the actual sight of it all makes Arakita jittery and knows he’s starting to lose control.
"Toudou—" he growls warningly, urgently, curling one fist in his sheets and the other in the climber's hair as he practically yanks the boy's mouth off of him. Toudou doesn't seem to register what’s happened until after Arakita’s already come, a great deal of it hitting Toudou's face and dribbling down his still lazily open mouth. Some of it’s gotten on Arakita's shirt as well, just as he had been warned, but he pays it little mind.
"Shit—Toudou, I'm sorry." He says breathlessly. While it’s rare for him to apologize for anything, it seems at least warranted after literally coming on his friend's face.
"It's fine."
Sluggishly, Arakita peels off his own shirt, sticking lightly to him with sweat, and sits up—it takes a lot to do so, though, as his legs are still quivering, post orgasm—and begins wiping the come off Toudou's chin and neck.
"You don't have to—"
"Shut up—shirt's already dirty anyway." He tosses it to the ground, only noticing too late that he'd missed a spot on his cheek which he quickly wipes with his thumb. It’s a seemingly tender gesture, even if only meant for practical purposes, enough so that it causes him to blush again.
"So uh," Arakita starts, looking off somewhere at the wall as if he isn't sure if he’s supposed to thank Toudou for the blowjob or not. "Do you want me to do yours, now…or whatever?"
He swallows hard and continues to stare deeply in the other direction—despite offering, he isn't sure he can actually do it. Toudou seems to be fully aware of this though and simply shakes his head, to Arakita’s relief. "That's okay. Just lay down, Arakita, I'll do the rest myself."
Whatever that meant, Arakita’s happy to just lay back for a moment and not have to contemplate how on earth to give a blow job or how embarrassing that would be. He kicks his sweatpants off the rest of the way, only half paying attention to Toudou who ‘s taken now to hanging off the side of the bed and rummaging through his backpack for something. When he shuffles back towards Arakita, he quickly learns that something is a container of lube.
" Hah ?! You seriously packed that with you?" Leave it to a priss like Toudou to use lube to jerk off, he thinks, feeling mortified but also maybe a little curious.
Toudou simply gives him a weak smile before pulling off his own pants; he lifts his hips, squirts some of the lube onto his fingers, and begins to insert one in himself.
Arakita's breath hitches—wait, wait —he’s not using it to jerk off, but to…?
" Wait —what…what are you…?" he babbles incoherently, stunned by the sight of Toudou beginning to finger himself on his bed. He tries to grasp for better words but continuously comes up blank.
Toudou hums cutely, closing his eyes as the first finger slides in with way more ease than Arakita believes it should have. He finds himself acutely aware that his breathing is nearly just as ragged as Toudou's now.
"You probably…think I'm weird," Toudou pants, half covering his face with his free arm as he begins pumping a second finger in his own ass.
All Arakita can manage is a hoarse, "Fuck…"
Now dazed more than stunned, he begins lazily stroking himself, watching Toudou masturbate. Toudou stops momentarily as soon as he notices, but Arakita only growls at him, still furiously blushing up to his ears, "don't stop."
Toudou nods and leans down to kiss him languidly, more panting against his mouth than anything, really. His nose nestles into Arakita's shoulder as he huffs, "I've thought about you while doing this before—" he laughs nervously, "—sorry."
"Wh-what?!" Arakita stammers, painfully hard again.
"Sorry," he repeats, the apology immediately followed by a poorly suppressed moan as he seems to find a good spot inside himself.
Arakita is pretty sure at this point he's fucked.
"Arakita."
Toudou slows the pumping of his fingers in order to spit out a coherently formed sentence, raising his head to trap Arakita with his gaze.
"Nn." He grunts in reply, still stroking himself heavily.
"This is hot, right?"
Arakita clicks his tongue. He can’t tell if Toudou's seriously asking him or if he just wants to make Arakita say it. "It's fucking weird— !!" he chokes out, "—but, yeah…"
Toudou climbs on top of him again, pinning Arakita's sides with his knees, and leans down to press their foreheads together. "I think I'm ready… Can we have sex?"
Arakita’s entire body stiffens, not thinking it’s possible until now to blush any harder—or for his dick to be any harder, either, for that matter.
"Fuck, Toudou—don't ask me that!!" He raises both arms to hide his face. When it’s clear that Toudou isn't planning on moving without his clear consent, he adds, albeit quietly, "…do what you want."
Toudou grabs his dick almost unceremoniously and Arakita has to suck in a sharp breath at the way it slides around in his slippery, lubed-up fingers. He lowers himself onto Arakita slowly, guiding him with his hand as well as coating him last-minute with as much lube as he has left.
Arakita doesn’t uncover his face, rather buries deeper into the safety of his arms. There’s no way he can let Toudou see him right now, his face contorted near-sick with too much pleasure as well as unending embarrassment, baring his teeth as the other boy lowers down to envelop him. He can’t even swear—only hiss out a sharp, strangled breath, a low, ragged moan leaving his throat. He can hear Toudou's matching strained noises coming from above him.
"It's in…" he whispers almost painfully, before slowly lifting himself to go again.
Don't announce it, idiot , Arakita thinks, but just makes a strangled huffing sound instead, "…good." He finally breathes out, neither of them can really be sure if he means 'good' that it had went in, or 'good' as in it feels good—because damn, it feels good.
"Holy shit, Toudou…" he mutters incredulously, chest spasming giddily, light-headed as the boy on top of him begins to move a steady pace with a bit more ease. Unconsciously again he rocks his hips up into Toudou, eliciting a loud, broken moan. Whatever that sound just was, Arakita decides without really thinking that he wants more of it, and repeats the motion, harder. Toudou arches forward, almost knocking heads with him, and unintentionally whimpers directly into his ear, a high, needy, crumbling sound.
Arakita lowers his arms slowly, once more taking in the sight of his cute teammate, face scrunched up, impassioned. Toudou hardly looks in control anymore, in fact he looks completely debauched, all come undone; his skin is flushed all over and shiny from sweat, his mouth a trembling, wavy line—even in the dark, his eyes have never looked so blue.
"Arakita…" he begs helplessly, but not knowing what exactly for.
"Shit." He pulls the climber down to kiss him hard, still clumsy at it but decidedly not giving a fuck as he grabs a tight hold of Toudou's hips and bucks into him. Toudou makes a half-sobbing noise against his mouth and Arakita shuts his eyes tight, grunting softly with gentle but erratic thrusts.
"I'm gonna—" Toudou shudders, instinctively clasping one hand over his erection like he’s afraid to come on Arakita, who has to snort at that, as if that could possibly offend him after all of this crazy sexy bullshit.
Arakita doesn’t care anymore, for gods sakes, he just wants to come.
"Mh. Me too."
"Do it—inside me," Toudou huffs, catching Arakita by surprise for the millionth time. The sheer lewdness of the words makes him come instantly with a louder groan than he’d like, despite not having time to even process whether he can actually bring himself to do it. Looks like he could. Toudou comes with him, mostly in his hand but a little on their stomachs. So much for being self-conscious.
Arakita falls back, barely managing to help Toudou off of him before joining him at his side. They lay silent for a minute, spent, just trying to catch their breath before Arakita remembers the last thing Toudou had said.
"You… How can you say such embarrassing shit?"
Toudou laughs weakly, too out of breath to properly tease him, "Made you come though."
"Shut the fuck up." He covers his face again, kind of wishing his shirt wasn't on the ground so he could wipe up the come, but also barely able to care at this point.
Toudou complies, though after a few long, sleepy minutes he does ask, "Did you like it?"
Arakita shoots him a look."What do you think, idiot?"
"Well, I guess you did come twice, if that counts for anything…"
It does, but he’s not about to say that. He settles for a "Mm," too tired to really get angry and still feeling awkwardly like he should thank Toudou or something for getting him off. He lets his eyelids fall shut under the weight of his sweaty forearms, sleep begging to take over…
"So now you know I like this sort of thing… does… does that bother you?"
His voice is quiet now, and Arakita’s half tempted to pretend not to hear so he can just go to sleep, but he can sense the worry in Toudou's voice.
"God, you're so needy after sex, aren't you!" he growls, turning to face the other with as menacing a look as he can muster for being completely exhausted, and honestly pretty warm and cozy in the glow of orgasm.
"Sorry," Toudou giggles quietly, nervously, trailing off for a moment before finding his courage, "...My parents found a magazine in my room…"
...So that's why he'd left.
Arakita rolls onto his other side, facing the wall. He isn't exactly the best guy to talk to about this serious kinda stuff, having always struggled expressing things like sympathy or sincerity.
"You've always been creepy and annoying from the start, so I don't see how this makes any difference," he directs his words more at the wall more than at Toudou, "If it seriously bothers anyone then they're even more stupid than you."
Cheeks burning, he reaches out behind him and flails his hand a bit, before finding Toudou’s and shyly grabbing on to it.
"Besides, I wouldn't… totally hate doing it again sometime."
He hears a soft, held breath escape quietly out of Toudou, who squeezes his hand, and Arakita lets his eyes fall shut.
"Thanks."
It’s something he says about as often as Arakita says 'sorry'.