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— "Can't you just agree for once in your worthless life?! You were wrong??”— Yaitami shouts at Tsukiu, getting into close proximity, shooting a sharp glare—intense, teasing. Tsukiu just scoffs at the Korean boys words, — “oh? Am I in the wrong? You just always have to be right, don't you?”— the other boy spits out, eyes filled to the brim with defiance and rage.
Yaitami rolls his eyes, already sick of the Vietnamese boy stood in front of him, Causing him to close the distance between them by taking a step closure, noses almost brushing against his, a lazy cat grin spreading over his face.
— “yeah, maybe i do have to be right, but so what, in the end you're still wro-” the boys words come to a screeching halt when Tsukui's lips press against his, slow, searing in a way, not passionate though, that would make it real… true.. But it wasn't, it was a mere kiss to shut him up.. Right..? Tsukiu doesn't even realize that people were now gathering in the corridor around them, taking photos and chatting, the kiss stays put, lips don't move together in a desperate way, no needy noises, just. Still, it stays that way for a moment— awkward and strange, eyes wide open and staring at each other, Yaitiami's eye twitches, but stops when he finally processes what situation he's in, immediately wrenching his lips away from the other boys.
They stand there for a moment, perfectly still, both dared not to breathe too loud.. Before Tsukui's eyes slowly widen, feeling the weight of the moment that they just shared, it hit him like a load of bricks, he stumbles back out of embarrassment, wiping his lips with the back of his hand like the would develop a disease. — “I- s- sorry- ive got uhm, chemistry, yeah.. cya”— Tsukiu stumbled and stuttered over his words, —”chemistry? That was the last session..”— yaitami thinks to himself, his fingers coming up to brush his lips where Tsukius just layed.
People audibly gasp, some chatting about the ship name they have now. He shoots a sharp glare at all of them, his shoes slapping on the white tiles of the school floor, faster and faster they come as his pace picks up behind Tsukiu.
—”Hey! Fuckwit, where are you going?”— the tall man calls out to the other, words bouncing off the walls, echoing throughout the mostly empty halls of the school. He wants to respond, to call out to him, he doesn't, lips stay sealed and this…
Predicament
Won't escalate any further. But as Tsukiu began to run, not only did several teachers stop to stare, and some telling them off for running in the halls, but he found himself running too —”ugh, couldn't have made this any harder..”— yaitami and his longer legs catch up in two long strides, gripping him by the arm, a flush spreads across vietnamese boys neck and the tips of his ears, flinching like he'd been shot.
Yaitami spots a supplies closet, labeled “ONE PERSON AT A TIME”. He ignored it, of course he did, he yanked the two of them in, barricading the door with the nearest chair he could spot.
—”what was that shit you just-! Pfft…”— he lets out a sharp exhale, and then a humorless laugh, —”you can't just go a- and make things public like that? Are you shitting me?”— yaitami lets go of Tsukiu, who is looking bashfully at the floor,
—”yeah, but its not lik-”—
—”not like what?! Not like your my boyfriend?! Because you fucking are?! You can't just pull that shit and expect to get away with it!”—
Yaitami was absolutely grilling his (supposed) lover about making their (complicated) relationship public, neither of them really wanted that, but wanted each other, with or without titles or not.
—”why- why don't we just let them find out? Naturally, you don't have to scream it on top of rooftops, or announce it in class.”—
—”that sounds like a really bad idea.”—
—”wha-”— tsukiu lets out a humorless laugh after, trying to figure out how to get this 6’2 oaf to hear him out, —”no but seriously, if we just act how we do in our free time, it’d- i highly doubt we’d get shame for it, the public is already making a wedding in our name.”—
—”exaggeration much..”— Yaitami crosses his arms in front of the boy, a small pout playing at his lips, —”and no, I will not be doing that.”— yaitami was stubborn, a stubborn idiot, he didn't really know what he saw in him, maybe that he needed to fix him before he could love him…. But then… Why did he already love him..?
No, he didn't like him, he didn't like him and his silk like black hair, he didn't like him and his muscular build, he didn't like him and his charming eyes, he didn't-
Skin against skin, hips against hips, rolling together in an almost teasingly slow manner, a whine mixed with a whimper escaped his lips, —”youre thinking too hard… relax.”—
TW: shameless smut
—”here?! The- the door doesn't even have a lock!?”— yaitami glances at the door, he was right, no lock, but, if it was barricaded, nothing could get in…. Right? The door slammed under the weight of Tsukiu, he was helpless, pressed against the door and yaitami.
Yaitiami's lips slam against Tsukiu’s, hands sliding up his sides, under his shirt. A muffled whimper escapes the boy against the wall, hands gripping Yaitami's shirt with no avail, —”mmph!”— Tsukui's eyes shoot wide open when he feels Yaitami's hand unbutton his jeans. Lips don't part, Yaitami's tongue dips into his mouth, sliding and wrapping around his.
His hands slide under the waistband of his boxers, brushing against his sensitive and rather hard cock. A moan falls from the Vietnamese boy when Yaitami’s hand wraps around it. Then a choked groan mixed with a whimper when his hand starts pumping his cock, his hips jerk forward into his hand, and his back arches violently —”fu- Mmngh!- Yait- oh I-”— tsukiu stutters and stumbles over his words, his mind foggy with the feeling of his lover's hand, though he wished it was something else…
Yaitami practically rips Tsukiu’s shirt over his head, moving from his now, kiss swollen lips down to his neck, kissing, biting, and creating hickeys at his neck, now littered all over it, his mouth moved up to his ear, nipping at his earlobe, his voice low and teasing. —”Tell me what you want, use your words.”—
—”I- please- i need, i need- you, i need you- mmngh- gah!-”— Tsukiu cant seem to find the words, he didn't really know what he was begging for? Release? Pleasure? Something like that, he just knew that he needed something, he didn't care how he got it, it didn't care how much he got from it.
Yaitiami's hand continues to mercilessly jerk him off, thumb circling around the tip and making Tsukiu silver, not from cold, not from fear, but from utter pleasure.
—”keep it down, someone will eventually hear, you want that? Want the people i the halls hear you beg?”— Yaitami teases, in a low tone that almost made his eyes roll back, —”no, no i don't, please just-”— Tsukiu lets out a small whine, he so desperately needed him to take him into his mouth, —”C’mon, use your words.”— Yaitami encourages, voice as smooth as silk, —”tell me exactly what you want.”— and Tsukiu complies, whining and almost begging for what he wants. —”head. Pleaseee… I want head..”— Yaitami looks down at the flushed form in front of him, completely helpless and at his mercy, he considers it for a moment, then swaps their positions, —”hm.. I dunno, I don't think you’ve earned it.”— his voice is teasing—taunting, even. —”on your knees.”—
His voice is rushed, like he’s trying to keep himself back from doing it himself. Tsukiu’s bottom lip quivers slightly, dropping to his knees with a soft thud, hands reaching up to pull down the zipper of Yaitiami's pants.
Yaitami snatches his hand away, Tsukiu going in with his mouth to pull the zipper down, skillfully unbuttoning his pants with ease, calculated—practiced. The Vietnamese boy tugs at the waistband of both his pants and boxers, successfully pulling the fabric down and looking at the other man's already semi-hard cock, he looks up at him through his eyelashes, almost as if asking for permission while already knowing what the answer was. —”Mhm..”— with that small bit of consent, his tongue traces around the tip of his cock, a sigh leaving his lips as he takes him into his mouth, one of his hands tangling in the back of Tsukui's hair, not pulling, not pushing, just existing.
His hips stutter for a moment, trying not to buck up into his mouth, head falling back against the wall with a whimper that he would've denied seconds later. His cock hits the back of his throat, a small gag escaping Tsukiu, swallowing around the tip, and then, and only then, does his back arch, rather violently, —”gah!-”— a noise of protest and surprise falls from Tsukiu’s lips when Yaitami slams the rest of his shaft into his mouth, nose brushing against his stomach, eyes rolling back slightly before closing completely, trying to satisfy his lover, and so he did.
Thick, white, sticky ropes of cum drip down his throat, head bobbing still, savoring every last drop.
He pulls off with a ‘pop’, saliva coated dick slapping against his cheek, watching as he pulls his pants up, while he comes to a standing position. Yaitiami's face is flushed and sweat coated. —”you finished awfully quick? Two? Three minutes?”— Tsukiu teases with a smirk, —don’t get all cocky on me now, don’t pretend like you weren't the one begging me to give you head”—