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In the months following the incident where Yasusada ‘valiantly’ beat up a few people to defend Kashuu’s honor, it’s natural that they became pretty close.
There’s literally nothing to stop Kashuu from thinking this entire relationship is playing out like a cheesy shoujo manga. Firstly, they were childhood friends that always ended up going to the same school. Secondly, Yasusada got into trouble for Kashuu’s sake, and they went through the whole ‘walk back home together as the sun sets’ sequence. Thirdly, the-- well, the first time Yasusada kissed Kashuu-- it was behind the school compound, in the middle of goddamn spring, where cherry blossoms were falling all over their hair.
“It’s seriously too cheesy!” Kashuu whacks Yasusada lightly over the head. “We even fit character tropes! I’m the gay best friend, you’re the quiet dangerous kid! Next thing I know, for sake of drama, you’re gonna be caught in a compromising position with the top cheerleader Kongou, and I’ll think you’re cheating on me… but then it’ll turn out she’s a lesbian when she’s caught trying to hit on a female teacher and was trying to help you when you passed out or something. Or, like, I’m gonna get beat up because I owe someone money and then y--”
“That’s enough,” Yasusada suddenly says, sticking his hand out to shut Kashuu up. “Even mentioning the idea of you getting beat up makes me angry, so let’s not.”
Kashuu groans before massaging his temples. “Don’t you get it?! You’re only filling the role of the hero even more! Wait, then what am I?!”
Yamanbagiri, who sits behind them, just barely whispers: “His bitch.”
Of course, they can’t hear him, since he’s got that cloth to muffle his voice and all. So Kashuu continues. “Really, we’ve got to do something that doesn’t happen in a shoujo manga. For me, ‘kay? It’s getting waaay too creepy!”
Kanesada groans before throwing a paper ball at Kashuu’s head, only to miss and nail Yamanbagiri in the face. “Jeez, can’t you two lovebirds settle this after class?! We’re trying to do project work here! Kashuu, you’re my groupmate, haul your ass!”
Kashuu sticks out his tongue. “Shut up! I’ve go--”
“After class,” Yasusada hums, cutting Kashuu off. “Hey, Kashuu, you should get back to work. You’re doing the project with Kanesada’s group, right? Mine’s already done. I’ll meet you here at 5:30pm, okay?”
Kashuu raises an eyebrow. “Ehhh? What, really? But everyone’s gonna be done with this by five, probably…”
“Don’t worry. Just wait for me,” Yasusada chirps, airy smile on his face. “I’ve got just the thing to put your worries aside.”
After a few seconds of silence, Kashuu nods before letting a grin pull on his skin. “Alright. I’m trusting you! If you leave me waiting for nothing, I’ll give you the cold shoulder for weeks!”
Behind them, Yamanbagiri can somehow guess what’s going to happen. He’s been the ‘token straight friend’ for all these months, after all, and he’s known Kashuu for years himself. Not to mention that he’s always been incredibly observant of others, just as he is of himself, so he doesn’t act just like that damned movie star look-alike and get mistaken for him again.
If there’s anyone who can predict what’s going to happen in this relationship, it’s him. He stares at Yasusada’s smirk. He gets a very bad feeling.
Yamanbagiri gets up, making an excuse to use the toilet. Once he’s out of the classroom, he breaks into a run and immediately begins the preparations for damage control.
---
Once it’s five and the entire class has cleared out, Kashuu feels like he’s the only person left in the school.
With every minute he’s counting down, he wonders what the hell Yasusada is going to do. Maybe he’ll show Kashuu that he’s actually a demon summoner, and the genre of their entire relationship is going to change from romance to supernatural action. Or maybe he’s never going to turn up, and everything becomes a mystery manga instead. ...Kashuu immediately touches wood, leaping to grab the teacher’s desk even though he didn’t say that out loud. He can deal with shoujo just fine, he just doesn’t want Yasusada to go missing or anything.
“Uuurgh,” Kashuu sighs. “Yasusadaaaa? Where are yoooou?”
Drawling out his words lazily, Kashuu slumps against the tabletop and puts his face down. He’s told his parent he’s going to be spending the evening with Yasusada, so they probably won’t expect him if Yasusada turns out to have a shitty idea and Kashuu just opts to go home. Kashuu, having been doing work on Kanesada’s desk for the last few hours, just groans and rolls his head around on it.
Yasusada arrives twenty minutes early, with the excited opening of the classroom door and a characteristic-- “Did you miss me?” Kashuu gets up from where he’s lying, standing up to stretch a little before sitting back onto Kanesada’s desk.
“I’m not that lonely,” Kashuu hisses in response, but he is glad to see Yasusada won’t make him wait that long. “So, what is it?”
“Take off your tie.”
“Eh?”
“Just take it off,” Yasusada repeats, and Kashuu rolls his eyes before going to do that. He fiddles with the collar of his white blouse before pulling his tie off.
Then, Yasusada grabs the tie, flicks it off Kashuu completely, before lunging forward to press Kashuu into a kiss.
Kashuu doesn’t expect it all, which is exactly the reason why he immediately falls backwards onto the desk. Yasusada catches the back of his head before he hits the table, and Kashuu can barely react until Yasusada pries his mouth open with his own lips. He just stares, eyes wide open, because what the hell, Yasusada, they’re in the classroom-- but he decides the suddenly closeness isn’t too bad, and simply accepts it.
When Yasusada’s tongue finds its way into Kashuu’s mouth-- a warm, foreign object that tastes of him-- Kashuu concentrates all his attention onto it. Yasusada is an extraordinarily good kisser (in reality, he practiced on a mirror for two months before he kissed Kashuu the first time, but no one needs to know that), so Kashuu gives little content hums while Yasusada hungrily licks the inside of Kashuu’s cheeks. And that’s also why Kashuu doesn’t even realize Yasusada was unbuttoning his cardigan with his other hand until Yasusada tries prying it off his sleeves.
That’s when Kashuu snaps to his senses and pushes Yasusada off. “Wait-- what are you doing? You can’t be thinking of doing that while we’re out here, right?”
Yasusada blinks, then scratches the back of his head sheepishly.
Kashuu’s eyes immediately widen, before they instead narrow conspicuously. “...Seriously…? Are you insane?! What if someone sees us?!”
“Well,” Yasusada begins, “You said we should do something outside of a shoujo manga. And I’ve never seen a shoujo manga do something like this in school, so…”
“That’s because you go to BL for that!” Kashuu huffs, crossing his arms. His cardigan just barely slides off his shoulders, thin blouse remaining the only thing between Yasusada and Kashuu’s bare skin.
Yasusada blinks.
Kashuu notices the silence, and glares at him. “What?”
“Oh-- sorry,” Yasusada says, giving a bow. “I didn’t ask before I decided to do that. Sorry again. I--”
Kashuu inches forward, sits up straight, and then reaches out to grab Yasusada’s crotch. It takes every bit of self-control Yasusada possesses not to squeak in surprise.
“You’re already hard, moron,” Kashuu deadpans. Yasusada’s jaw falls as he tries to find something to say, but he can’t, so he simply looks down to where Kashuu’s hand is. Right, yeah, he knows exactly where Kashuu’s hand is anyway-- and while there’s a noticeable bump in Yasusada’s pants, he doesn’t think it looks that obvious. He’s worlds away from full mast.
So Yasusada looks up and says, “You were staring at my pants?”
They both stare at each other before turning red.
“Idiot,” Kashuu begins, before suddenly tossing off his cardigan and stroking Yasusada through his clothes. “Idiot! You’re so annoying, you know? You keep getting me into all these kind of situations--”
Yasusada’s hands fall onto Kashuu’s shoulder so he can keep himself steady while Kashuu’s entire hand caresses his crotch. It feels all the better when Yasusada doesn’t even expect it, Kashuu’s slender fingers sliding over his most sensitive area-- Kashuu applies a bit of pressure, and Yasusada can only moan in reply while Kashuu continues his tirade.
“--but look,” Kashuu barks. “Now I’m the one doing this to you!”
Yasusada takes a deep, labored breath. It’s barely been a few seconds, and he’s breathing like that already--? The unsteady rise and fall of his chest, accompanied with the sound of gasps turning into whines… that’s a huge turn-on, sure, but Kashuu doesn’t even know if he wants to be turned on right now. “You ooobviously want this to happen a lot, right?” Kashuu raises an eyebrow, and Yasusada looks down on the ground in embarrassment before nodding. “Fine. Take your pants off. Let’s make this quick.”
Yasusada’s head flies back up to stare at Kashuu. “Really?”
“Yes, now I said, take your pants off!”
Needless to say, Yasusada obeys immediately.
His hands fly off Kashuu’s shoulders and fumble with his belt. Kashuu gives the ceiling of the classroom a preliminary scan, just to make sure there aren’t any security cameras. There could always be hidden ones, though-- and that makes Kashuu’s blood run cold for a moment. But hey, no one’s barged in and yelled at them to stop yet. ...Though, if that happens, it’ll probably be way too late for the both of them.
“Why am I doing this,” Kashuu mutters. “Okay, Yasusada-- press your body close to mine. I’ll continue sitting on this desk, and I’ll lean onto your shoulders. That way, no one can clearly see that you’ve got your dick out if there’s hidden security cameras.”
“Mhm,” Yasusada nods, and he lets his trousers drop down to his knees before taking a few steps forward. Kashuu takes the cardigan he’d tossed off himself earlier to tie it around Yasusada’s waist by the sleeves, so at least his ass is covered and he doesn’t end up mooning the hypothetical watching security guard.
When Yasusada presses his chest against Kashuu, Kashuu sighs before putting his head onto Yasusada’s shoulders. With the both of them leaning against each other like this, Kashuu can feel every one of Yasusada’s breathes, and he can feel Yasusada’s quickening pulse up his neck. Kashuu’s left arm wraps around Yasusada’s back both to hug him there and steady himself, and his right hand reaches for Yasusada’s underwear.
His fingers slowly pull off Yasusada’s clothes, making sure his nails don’t accidentally scratch him in unspeakable places. It’s harder said than done when Kashuu can’t look down without potentially exposing the both of them, but he manages to do it anyway, and when his hand wraps around Yasusada’s warm cock, Yasusada gives an involuntary shudder.
“You’re a bit cold,” Yasusada says, and Kashuu rolls his eyes while moving all of his fingers to slowly pump Yasusada’s cock.
“I’m not, you’re just too hot.”
Yasusada laughs. “Is that a compliment?”
Kashuu sighs, and then hugs the entirety of Yasusada’s tip with his palm to shut him up. Yasusada shuts up indeed, almost instantly gasping, his entire body jolting when Kashuu does that. Every little movement sends that humming feeling of pleasure, building up something wondrous and so good. Yasusada’s hands end up wrapping around Kashuu’s back too, just so he doesn’t fall over, and Kashuu continues on his handjob.
Maybe it’s because Kashuu pays attention to his fingers a lot, but he’s incredibly good at this. Every finger has a place to go, giving Yasusada so many different stimuli all at once-- his index fingers presses the tip while his pinky softly rubs the base. With each gentle squeeze and Yasusada’s moans, Kashuu can feel his cock hardening in his grip, his skin stretching as he gets more and more aroused-- and Kashuu kind of likes that feeling.
Yasusada leans onto Kashuu even more, which kind of causes Yasusada’s body to pin Kashuu’s wrist to the tabletop. But Kashuu just grits his teeth and deals with it, because Yasusada is already whimpering on his command, and if he complained any more the poor boy was probably going to burst into tears or something. Then again, he’s also the boy who speak two others into a bloody pulp just for Kashuu’s sake. He’s always acted different to Kashuu though-- of course, Kashuu is special. He’s the one Yasusada wants to protect.
Kashuu sighs to himself. Right, Yasusada’s always acting like the hero, the brave samurai who rushes into danger to save the one he loves-- so Kashuu supposes that since Yasusada’s spoiled him so much, he might as well spoil Yasusada too.
He reaches down to the base, before ever-so-slowly stroking up to the tip, fingers pressing into every vein, hugging every piece of skin. “Haah,” Yasusada breathes. “This doesn’t seem fair to you, right?”
Kashuu blinks, but he doesn’t stop stroking. “What?”
“I’m the only one feeling good here,” Yasusada tries to say without panting. “What about you?”
“Oh, I know what you’re going to say,” Kashuu mutters before giving Yasusada another squeeze. Yasusada’s mouth flies open to gasp desperately for air, the pleasure almost enough to make him knees lose strength completely. “You’re gonna say you want me to feel loved too, and then you’re going put this in my ass so I feel it. We’re still in school, idiot. Be happy you’re even getting this.”
“But Kashuu--!” Yasusada takes in a deep breath, trying to still his hammering heart for a moment just so he can hear himself speak over it drumming in his head. “You’re hard too. I can feel you against my waist.”
Kashuu’s ears turn red. “...Shut up.”
“At least-- aah, I don’t know…” Yasusada grips onto the back of Kashuu’s clothes. “Let me do something.”
Kashuu mutters some obscenities under his breath, and then sighs. “Unbutton my shirt.”
Yasusada’s hands fly to the front of Kashuu’s blouse far too eagerly. They’re still in their school uniforms, and a stain on their black trousers would be… hard to wash off, to say the least-- but Kashuu isn’t really thinking about that now. No, he’s thinking about how Yasusada’s hands are suddenly pressed against his chest, feeling the loud pulse of his heart along with his shuddering breaths. “You’re really turned on too,” Yasusada states.
“Thank you, Captain Obvious, anything else you’d like to say?” Kashuu strokes a little faster as ‘revenge’, and Yasusada grits his teeth before pulling Kashuu’s blouse away. It’s still on his shoulders, but his chest is completely exposed.
Yasusada grabs Kashuu’s shoulders, pushing him back a little for space. And then Yasusada arches his back a little to press his lips again Kashuu’s nipple.
Right, okay, that’s what he wanted to say. Kashuu takes a deep breath, and lets out an involuntary, rasping aah when Yasusada licks it.
“So you do like it,” Yasusada hums, and Kashuu strokes him a little harder, his thumb circling his tip just the tiniest bit longer. Yasusada quickly gets the message-- the better Kashuu feels, the better he’ll make Yasusada feel.
Yasusada gets to work immediately, licking around Kashuu’s nipple, causing Kashuu’s chest to feel light and buzzing with watered-down pleasure. Kashuu gives a moan as Yasusada’s tongue flicks against his skin, stimulating him till his heartbeat because visible against his chest, because this isn’t enough and he does want more-- his pants are growing tighter, he needs some sort of release, he can’t even concentrate on stroking Yasusada anymore except when he becomes faster when Yasusada become faster and Yasusada lets out an haah, ahh--
And then Yasusada pushes Kashuu away for a moment.
Kashuu’s confused, until Yasusada reaches out to grab his shoulders and press him right onto the tabletop again. “If your fingers moved any more,” Yasusada breathes, “I would’ve came. But it’d be rude to do that before you did.”
Kashuu’s eyes widen. “Don’t forget, we’re still in school--”
“I think,” Yasusada breathes, “if anyone’s watching, they probably know what’s happening already.”
Okay, true.
Yasusada’s hands unzip Kashuu’s pants for him, and Kashuu sighs when his waist finally feels a little less tight. “What are you doing?” Kashuu narrows his eyes. “Do you think you’re going to win again? Do you even have lube?”
Yasusada reaches into his pocket, pulling out two condoms. “We can’t get pregnant, obviously, but condoms come with lube already on them,” Yasusada explains. “Plus, when the both of us come, it’ll catch the mess we make.”
“You seriously prepared for this,” Kashuu deadpans. “Did you, like, run home to grab two condoms and just run back?”
Yasusada blinks. Kashuu sighs. “Nevermind, nevermind, your expression is ruining the mood! Just put one on the both of us and get to it!”
Kashuu’s straightforwardness manages to get Yasusada moving, and once Kashuu’s pants are off and he’s left wondering how the hell things got to this state, Yasusada pins Kashuu onto the table with one hands pressing onto his chest and the other wrapped around his inner thigh. “Are you ready?”
Kashuu considers, for a moment, eyes flitting down to stare at Yasusada, standing nude from the waist down. Kashuu’s head and torso is lying on the desk, pressed onto it-- but both of his legs are hanging off the table. But once both of Yasusada’s hands are wrapped around his legs, he’ll lift them off the ground and take complete control of the situation.
Kashuu gulps.
“Born ready,” he decides to say, and then Yasusada grabs the both of his legs. He spreads them wide open, spending a moment to stare at Kashuu’s erect cock before lifting his legs just slightly so his ass is exposed.
His tip presses against Kashuu’s ass, and he can already feel his skin widening to take him in-- it feels so good, to have his skin stretch like that, because the anticipation is already building up and his mind is going so many places. “You’re tight,” he whines, and Kashuu looks back at Yasusada. He’s towering over Kashuu, both of Kashuu’s legs grabbed in his hands and his body pinning Kashuu to the desk. Kashuu feels almost powerless, but not at all scared, because Yasusada is exceedingly gentle, making sure he doesn’t hurt Kashuu as he inches inside--
Of course, Yasusada doesn’t realize that he’s also being exceedingly slow. Kashuu thrusts his hips forward, and his entire body flushes as more of Yasusada’s hard cock enters him. “I’m already used to this,” Kashuu breathes. “Don’t-- don’t hold back!”
Yasusada looks Kashuu in the eye, before nodding slowly.
And then he doesn’t hold back.
Yasusada thrusts into the deepest part of Kashuu, hugging Kashuu’s legs to his chest as he does so, and Kashuu does everything he can not to scream. It hurts, but the pain blends with the pleasure, and then it all mixes into the sensation of Yasusada’s throbbing cock all the way inside him, making him fuller than he even thought possible. This position, with Yasusada still standing and Kashuu lying down-- it isn’t too bad, Kashuu thinks, because Yasusada’s thrusts are all the more forceful, and Kashuu convulses against the table without worry of slipping off with how tightly Yasusada is holding onto him.
“More, more,” Kashuu chants, and Yasusada obeys each time with a shuddering moan and quick thrust of his hips. “More, please, I’m already so close-- I love you, you idiot, I can’t believe-- I love you--”
Yasusada pulls Kashuu towards him, making him take the entirety of Yasusada, and with this fluid action, Yasusada’s cock hits just the right place. Kashuu takes in a breath loud enough to echo across the classroom, and his head hits the desk as he heaves. But Yasusada doesn’t give him time to recuperate, only slides out quickly before thrusting right back in, and that finally breaches Kashuu’s limit. He lets out a series of desperate cries, not even caring how loud they are anymore, only that Yasusada is all the way inside him and something is finally being released-- Kashuu shudders uncontrollably against the table as his orgasm rips through him, filling him with pleasure beyond whatever he’s experienced before, and his come shoots against the wall of the condom.
Yasusada feels Kashuu shuddering, shuddering all around him, around the skin hugging his cock, and he can’t take it either. He barely managed to keep his knees from buckling as he collapses forward, trying to get as much of himself into Kashuu as possible as he comes inside him, a place so warm and tight he can’t even take it.
Kashuu practically screams out the rest of his orgasm, which only escalates Yasusada’s, and when their voices eventually die down to ragged breathing, they can’t help but just stay like this for a little while. Yasusada’s knees are weak, but he manages to continue standing, trying to steady his breathing while Kashuu’s arms reach out to hug Yasusada to him.
“Idiot,” Kashuu repeats, and Yasusada lets out a breathless laugh before pulling out. “...I don’t think I can walk for a while.”
“That’s fine,” Yasusada manages to say, pulling off Kashuu’s condom for him before taking off his own. “I’ll dress and carry you.”
Kashuu groans.
---
There is approximately fifty megabytes of film currently saved in Horikawa’s phone. Kashuu and Yasusada both watch, in rather abject horror, at the replay of their very recent exploit in school involving Kanesada’s desk.
“Just so you know,” Yamanbagiri seethes, “Horikawa and I had to break into the security room at six o'clock just to erase these files and swap them out with a still image of the classroom. We only saved them onto his phone so you two can know how loud you both were.”
Horikawa sighs, shaking his head. “I expected you two to know better! When Yamanbagiri came to me yelling about how you two were probably going to do something stupid after school, I almost didn’t believe him. But it’s a good thing my brother was there for you two! And a good thing I managed to knock out the security guard just when he realized something was up. Don’t you know what hidden cameras are?”
“Sorry,” Kashuu and Yasusada both say in union.
Horikawa crosses his arms. “And not only that! You didn’t even clean up well after yourself. You tossed the condoms onto Kane-san’s chair and completely forgot about them! We had to sneak into the class after you two were gone and pick them up!”
Kanesada slams the wall. “Look, you two-- I just want one answer. Why my desk? Why?!”
Yasusada tilts his head. “Did you really expect us to do it on our own desks…?”
“I’ve got a question,” Kashuu says. “Yaman, if you know we were going to do something, why didn’t you stop us there?”
Yamanbagiri looks away for a moment, before just sighing. “...You two always look so happy together. I didn’t want to get in the way. But I didn’t want you two to get into trouble either.”
Kashuu puts a hand on Yamanbagiri’s shoulder. “Yaman,” he begins in a completely serious tone, “you’re a true friend.”
“I know,” Yamanbagiri immediately replies, pulling the blanket on his head even further down to hide his face.
Horikawa puts his hands on his hips. “I don’t want you two to be proud you got away with it. Okay? It’s a public indecency!”
“Kanesada’s face is a public indecency,” Kashuu mutters, and Yamanbagiri slaps him over the back of his head. “Ow!”
While Kanesada flares his nostrils and immediately throws Kashuu the middle finger, Yasusada looks over at Horikawa. “I’m really sorry I gave you guys so much trouble. It was my idea, after all. But… can I ask one more thing?”
Horikawa tilts his head. “Go ahead.”
“Can you send the tape to my phone? I want to save it.”