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Rin just got a new apartment. He'd gotten tired of the dorms he'd been living in since the beginning of uni and finally moved out when he only had his last semester left before graduating. A bit much? Maybe, but he'd made sure to pick one that was close to a train station just a couple stops away from most of the places he was interested in working for.
So, no, mother; he's not being stupid.
He is, however, currently exhausted. He'd been unpacking all day because he hated having boxes everywhere. He'd chugged a couple energy drinks (on an empty stomach, great idea, he knows) to finish up the last few boxes and is now thoroughly regretting it as the clock approaches 2 a.m. and he's too keyed up to go to sleep.
On the bright side, he doesn't have class for another two weeks, so he's got that going for him at least. He has a disgusting number of morning classes. He's so excited for them. So. Excited.
He grabs his phone and goes to the tiny balcony, cringing at the painful screech the sliding door makes as he opens and closes it. He'd have to get some oil or something for that soon.
There's no one on the other balconies on his floor. Most of the other residents are busy bachelors or elderly couples. There are various plants and a singular cat glaring at him from the next balcony over presumably for the noise. Rin raises a brow at it before dropping into the chair by the little table that were the only things on his balcony.
The night's just cold enough for him to be glad he's wearing sweats. The whole street is quiet. Rin spends maybe a half hour looking for food to get delivered considering his last meal was a couple convenience store onigiri from...many hours ago.
He almost doesn't hear his stomach rumbling over the sound of another sliding door opening, significantly quieter than his own.
He looks around—it's not from his floor (the cat, he notes, is undisturbed). He hears movement above him and tips his head up. Apparently, his upstairs neighbor is also awake. A late night smoke, maybe?
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," a deep voice says.
"Why don' 'cha make me regret it, then?" a slightly higher, but still obviously masculine voice replies with a familiar accent. Rin had grown up in Hyogo until his last year of middle school when his dad had gotten promoted and they'd moved to Osaka.
They sound to be about Rin's age. If they're a pair of college idiots about to do stupid shit in the middle of the night, Rin might just join them—
"You really want me to fuck you here?" the deeper voice asks.
What?
Rin freezes, staring sightlessly at the delivery menu for a dumpling place on his phone.
What?
"Uh, yea, Omi, didn' 'cha hear me jus' a couple minutes ago?" the accented voice says.
"You have questionable kinks," the deeper voice—Omi?—replies.
"That's a pretty big brick yer throwin' 'round in yer glass house there, Omi."
"Shut up."
Quiet. Then, the stillness of the night lets Rin pick up the wet sounds of kissing.
He needs to get out of here.
He stands, turning off his phone—and remembers the screechy door.
Rin sits back down slowly. He really needs to get out of here, but interrupting just seems...rude. True, the guys upstairs were about to indulge in some public indecency and Rin's well within his rights to tell them to take this shit indoors where it's supposed to be, but he's no killjoy. Frankly, kudos to them for some fun hijinks, but...he really shouldn't be here.
A quiet moan followed by an equally quiet shush.
"Just because it's late doesn't mean you shouldn't be quiet, baby," Omi says.
"You be quiet," Baby (is that really what Rin's going to be calling him?) childishly retorts.
Omi laughs. "Bend over the table, grab the rail."
Rin edges closer to the wall, worried Baby (he was really sticking to that, huh?) might see him. God, was he honestly planning to stay here for this? Maybe he could slowly open his door.
Clothes shift. Someone pants.
"You're already so hard," Omi muses. "Are you that into this?"
"It's 'cuz yer touchin' me—ah," Baby moans.
"But you feel so nice; how am I supposed to keep my hands off you?"
Baby whimpers. Rin swallows.
"Lube?"
"P-pocket."
More rustling, then the clicks of a cap.
Why is everything so loud?
And why the fuck is Rin getting hard?
"Relax," says Omi.
"Yeah," Baby sighs.
Rin digs the heel of his hand into his cock as soft, wet squelches start reaching his ears. It gets louder and louder mixing with little whines and needy moans and the temptation to move his hand under his clothes and jerk one off gets harder and harder to ignore.
How long has it been since he last had sex?
Apparently long enough that he's this close to getting off on listening to his neighbors fucking on their balcony.
"Omi."
"Want my dick already?"
"Please."
A quiet laugh just barely tickles Rin's ears. "You're so pathetic."
Goddammit.
Rin pushes his sweats down with shaking hands and licks his palm. He bites his lip against a groan as he grabs his cock, slowly stroking it to full hardness.
There's another click, presumably Omi slicking up his dick—no condom? Rin doesn't think he heard any foil crinkling.
"Ah, ah."
"Shh."
A grunt. A loud, wet sound, then twin gasps that have Rin squeezing th base of his cock.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Omi rasps out.
"Mm, hmm, please."
"Cute."
"Shut—"
Squelch. Slap.
"Ah!"
"How many times do I have to tell you"—squelch, slap, moan—"to keep quiet?"
"Feels too—"squelch, slap"—ah, ha good."
Rin strokes his cock in time with the wet slapping sounds. His eyes fall shut, trying to picture what's happening.
"Your nipples are all stiff," Omi remarks.
Baby cries out. The rhythm of the wet slaps stutter followed by a deep grunt.
"Omiii..."
Rin tips his head back, imagining fingers pulling? twisting? pinching? erect nipples to have Baby's hole clenching around Omi making him stop and groan.
He spits, as quietly as he can, onto his cock.
The rhythm resumes and Baby's even louder. Is Omi still playing with his chest? Rin knows he wouldn't stop doing whatever could pull a sound like that out of his partner.
"Haa..."
"Your tits are so nice."
"Stop, hng, callin' 'em tha-ah-at."
Well, looks like Omi's the same as Rin on that.
"Why should I?"
"'Cuz it's—ooh, ah, ah, nn, mm, fuck—lemme think fer a sec!"
In lieu of a reply, the slaps speed up and Rin scrambles to follow, free hand beginning to massage his balls.
"I think it's time—"grunt"—to shut you up, actually. Open."
A moment later, there's a muffled moan and a sucking sound. What—?
"Suck on my fingers for a bit, hm?"
Fuck.
Another muffled moan and suck.
Fuck.
Rin pulls his shirt up and into his mouth as a makeshift gag. He pants through his nose, rubbing his taint while thumbing his slit. He's already—
"Your cock's leaking so much, baby."
Rin groans, but it's thankfully hidden by a moan from Baby.
"Do you wanna come already?"
No, not yet.
Baby makes a disagreeing sound and Rin sighs, relieved. Omi hums. It's the kind of hum that has Rin's shoulders tensing.
A different, less wet, slightly slower, rhythmic sound joins the others. It's quickly followed by desperate little noises from Baby and Rin realizes Omi must be jerking him off anyway.
Baby says something Rin can't make out around the fingers in his mouth.
"Keep your hands on the rail," Omi orders, quick and snappy. Baby whines and Rin notices he's taken his own hands off himself without thinking. A drop of precome lands on his stomach.
Fuck, what a voice.
Rin squeezes the base of his cock and resumes stroking. He spits out his damp shirt and sticks two fingers in his mouth to get them wet.
Part of him briefly entertains asking the couple to toss over the lube.
"You get so tight whenever I touch you," Omi says, voice breathy. The rhythm of the slaps is getting louder and faster.
Baby chokes. A wet pop sounds out, then a loud, unmuffled moan.
"Shit, sorry," Omi says, and all the other sounds pause. Rin takes the reprieve to push his sweats further down.
"S-S'okay. Lemme—"
A slurp followed by mixed sucks and moans.
Did he just put Omi's fingers back in his mouth?
"Fuck."
Fuck, indeed.
Rin releases his fingers, a string of drool connecting them to his lips before it breaks and drips onto his shirt. He puts his feet up on the table—
Creak!
Rin freezes. Going by the sudden quiet, so have his neighbors.
Silence.
Mrow.
Rin looks behind him to find the same cat from earlier. It's giving him a look like be grateful, bastard.
"Just a cat," Omi reassures.
Rin adds a can of tuna to his mental shopping list. Cats like tuna, right?
"You got so tight there, though, baby," Omi continues and is answered with a whimper.
Rin gets a bit more spit on his fingers then moves them down to his hole, carefully and quietly spacing out his feet on the table.
"You just love having something in your mouth, don't you? Maybe I should've brought a toy for you to suck on."
Baby and Rin both let out the same muffled choking sound and Rin scrambles to get his shirt back between his teeth before poking the tip of his finger inside himself. Omi laughs. Slap, slap, slap.
"Or maybe you could fuck yourself on it while you suck me?"
"Mm, mm, mm!"
"Can't decide, can you?"
Fuck, man, neither can I. Rin pants into his shirt, focusing fast strokes on his cockhead like someone's sucking on it. He sticks his finger in further, thrusting to loosen himself up for another.
"That's all right," Omi says after a grunt. His pace hasn't faltered a bit and Rin times his hands to the slaps. "I know how stupid you get when you've got a dick in you."
Rin gets a second finger in him as Baby lets out a loud needy sound that goes straight to Rin's leaking cock. He pulls on his whole length, somewhat frantically searching inside himself for his prostate.
Baby chokes. There's a wet sound, then a loud, unobstructed moan.
"Too much?"
"N-no, please, mo-ore, Om—ngh!"
Another choking noise, then sloppy sucking to accompany louder slap, slap, slaps that (thankfully) cover Rin's quiet, frustrated moan when he realizes his angle's all wrong to reach his prostate. He rubs as close as he can, tightening his hold on his cock and speeding up.
"Where else should I touch you?"
All over, please. Rin can feel the shirt getting wetter and wetter with his spit.
A loud moan. Then a small protesting sound. Slap, slap, slap.
"Oh, should I just keep that hand there? On your pretty cock just like this?" Omi says so quietly it feels more like a tickle in Rin's ears than anything else. He sounds almost cruel. Rin tries to get his fingers in just a bit deeper.
More muffled, needy noises that have Rin's cock leaking so, so much. Those noises would feel like heaven around him, he just knows it.
Fuck. He bucks his hips, feeling helpless to stop himself, and the table creaks again, but the couple doesn't seem to notice. He still tries to not move so much.
"Whatever you want—" and Omi says something else, but it's too low for Rin to catch. It still has that tinge of cruelty to it that sends a bolt of want down Rin's spine. He fucks his fingers into himself harder, moving his whole arm with it.
A rhythm of slap, muffled moan, slap, muffled moan fills the night and Rin tries to quiet his own harsh breathing to better hear it. He can taste cotton in his mouth and imagines fingers instead.
God, what he wouldn't give to know what those two look like.
"You feel so fucking good."
"Mngh..."
Slap, slap, slap.
Rin's so close. The rhythm of his hands are off, but he can't concentrate enough to fix it. He pumps his cock with an almost too tight grip, drilling his fingers into a spot just underneath his prostate 'cuz he can't fucking reach.
The pitch of Baby's muffled sounds is getting higher and higher. The slaps falter for a second before resuming accompanied by low grunts. Rin can't stop a little whimper.
"You gonna come, Baby?"
Omi doesn't get a reply beyond more moaning. Not that he really seems to be looking for one as he does something that has Baby sounding more frantic. Rin's not judging. He knows that if he weren't gagged he'd be sounding the same.
It's getting hard to hear anything beyond the rushing in his ears and the soft groans he's pouring into his shirt. He starts bucking his hips, knowing it's gonna make noise and he should stop, but unable to keep still because he's so close—
"Omi!"
"Come for me."
"Agh!"
Rin's cock kicks in his hand, hole going tight around his fingers. He keeps stroking himself the way Omi must be doing with Baby from the sounds he's making once again loud and clear. He feels come splattering onto his stomach, leaking through his fingers as the orgasm rolls through him, pleasure spreading to the tips of his curled toes and bouncing back.
When his brain settles back into place, he can still hear wet slapping.
"O-mi, ha, wait, please."
"Just a little more, baby."
Baby whines and Rin's cock twitches in his loose hold. He pumps his fingers in his hole jut to get an idea of what Baby must be going through and winces a little at the overstimulation. Despite the hurt, Baby sounds like he's enjoying it going by his little noises and the way he keeps begging—
"Mm, hm, keep go-going, so good, Om—ha."
"Don't worry, I'm close. Fuck, baby, I'm so close."
Another little whine that Rin's body can't help but react to with a jerk of his hips. Omi's rhythm has gotten slopy, his pace faster, but erratic. Rin closes his eyes, just listening. He spits out the shirt, feeling it land on his come stained stomach and not caring. It's already ruined anyway.
"Omi, please, please, come in me."
"Shit."
There's a loud grunt, then a louder groan with a shaky sigh just underneath. Rin's cock gives another interested twitch. The slaps slow, then stop, though Rin imagines Omi's still moving gently to draw his pleasure out.
The night goes quiet again as they all catch their breath. Rin kind of wants to fall asleep right there.
"We should go inside."
A wordless noise of disagreement. Rin nods, absentminded.
"You can't fall asleep here, you'll get cold."
Okay, that was a good point—
"Especially half-naked and wet like this."
Fuck you.
"Fuck you."
Rin thinks he'd be good friends with these two given the chance. Omi laughs.
"Don't get like that; this was your idea," Omi says. "Get up."
"Don' wanna," Baby slurs out.
A sigh. Rin wonders what Omi's thinking about.
He doesn't have to wonder for long as Omi says, voice low; "If you're good and take a shower before bed I'll let you keep my cock warm while I work on some things tomorrow."
Motherfucker.
"Let's go, Omi, come on."
Rin shakes his head, but he honestly can't fault the reaction. He'd love that, too. Either end, he's not picky.
The couple leaves soon after that with a rustling of clothes, a quiet laugh, and a kiss followed by a door sliding open, then closed.
Rin stays there for a while longer not wanting to risk them hearing his own screechy door. He sets about fixing his clothes, ignoring the drying wet spots. He'll change when he gets inside. The cat passes by as he's waiting giving him a look that Rin can only describe as judgemental. Rin glares right back.
He's still getting the cat tuna tomorrow, though.