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The fluorescent lights of the mall restroom buzzed faintly overhead, but the soft jazz drifting in from the corridor did most of the heavy lifting, masking the wet slap of skin, the choked little gasps, the occasional creak of the thin metal partition.
Yuuta’s back was pressed to the cool tile wall of the handicapped stall, the widest one, the only one Yuuji had deemed acceptable when he’d dragged him in here with that feral glint in his eye. Yuuta’s jeans were crumpled on the hook beside the door, baby-blue panties still looped around one ankle and shoved ruthlessly to the side. The cotton was soaked dark at the crotch, clinging obscenely to his swollen folds.
Yuuji had him lifted clean off the floor.
Strong forearms hooked under Yuuta’s knees, spreading him wide, holding him open like he weighed nothing at all. Yuuta’s legs were locked around Yuuji’s waist, thighs trembling with the effort to stay wrapped tight. One of Yuuta’s arms was slung around Yuuji’s neck, fingers digging into pink hair so hard it hurt, while his other hand was clamped desperately over his own mouth, palm flat, fingers curled tight, trying to swallow every sound before it could escape.
Every upward thrust punched the air out of Yuuta’s lungs in soft, broken whimpers that he barely managed to trap behind his hand.
Yuuji’s mouth was at his ear, hot and rough. “You’re doin’ so good, baby. Keep it in, just a little longer.”
Yuuta’s eyes rolled back.
He could feel every thick inch of Yuuji carved inside him, hot, unforgiving, bullying right up against the deepest part of him. The head of Yuuji’s cock kissed his cervix on every punishing stroke, a dull, aching pressure that made Yuuta’s toes curl in his sneakers. His pussy fluttered helplessly around the intrusion, dripping down Yuuji’s shaft, coating his balls, smearing sticky trails along the insides of Yuuta’s thighs.
It was filthy.
It was perfect.
Minutes earlier Yuuta had been sitting on the edge of the food-court table, legs swinging lazily, sucking strawberry syrup off a bright red popsicle while Nobara argued with Todo about claw-machine odds. Yuuji had been watching him, really watching, pupils blown wide the second Yuuta’s tongue curled around the tip and pulled off with a wet pop.
Yuuji had leaned over, voice wrecked and low.
“‘M hard.”
Three words. That was all it took.
Yuuta had felt the heat bloom low in his belly instantly. He’d looked at Yuuji’s lap, saw the obscene tent in his jeans, the way the denim strained, and whimpered without meaning to.
They’d made some half-assed excuse about needing the bathroom.
Maki had raised an eyebrow.
Nobara had rolled her eyes.
Megumi had just sighed like he already knew.
None of them followed.
Thank fuck.
Now Yuuji was fucking him like he was trying to carve his shape permanently into Yuuta’s body.
The position was brutal, standing, lifted, no leverage except the way Yuuji’s biceps flexed and his shoulders rolled with every bounce. Yuuta’s weight was nothing to him. Yuuji had carried heavier sandbags during training without breaking a sweat. Here, though, he was using that strength for something much more selfish.
Yuuta’s head tipped back against the tiles. A thin whine leaked past the edges of his fingers despite how hard he pressed.
Yuuji groaned, low, guttural.
“God, you’re so wet. Can hear it. Can feel it dripping down my fuckin’ balls, Yuuta.”
Yuuta clenched on the next thrust. Hard.
Yuuji’s rhythm stuttered.
“Fuck, do that again.”
He did.
Yuuji rewarded him by grinding deep, circling his hips so the fat head dragged over that spot inside that made Yuuta’s vision white out.
A small burst of slick gushed out around Yuuji’s cock. It pattered softly against the tile floor.
Yuuta’s thighs trembled.
His hand shook against his mouth.
Then footsteps.
Heavy ones.
The outer door swung open.
Yuuta froze.
Yuuji stilled instantly, cock buried to the hilt, throbbing angrily inside him.
Two voices, male, laughing about some video game score, drifted closer, stopped at the urinals.
Yuuta’s heart slammed against his ribs.
His pussy clenched involuntarily around Yuuji’s length.
Yuuji’s eyes flicked to his face. A slow, wicked grin curled his mouth.
He didn’t move.
Didn’t pull out.
Just stayed lodged deep, letting Yuuta feel every pulse, every twitch.
The risk licked up Yuuta’s spine like fire.
He was so full. So stretched. So exposed.
And he was dripping again, small, shameful spurts that he couldn’t stop.
Yuuji’s free hand slid down, thumb brushing over where they were joined, smearing the mess.
“You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you?” he whispered, so quiet only Yuuta could hear. “Gonna cream on my cock while strangers piss three feet away.”
Yuuta’s eyes fluttered shut. A tear slipped down his cheek.
He nodded.
Yuuji pressed a soft, filthy kiss to the corner of his eye.
“Good boy.”
The strangers finished. Washed hands. Left.
The door thudded shut.
Yuuji exhaled roughly.
Then he started moving again, slow at first, deliberate, letting Yuuta feel every dragging inch pulling out only to slam back in.
Yuuta’s hand pressed harder over his mouth, knuckles white. But the next thrust was too deep, too good, his palm slipped just enough for a high, broken whimper to escape.
He panicked.
Without thinking, he dropped his head and sank his teeth into the thick muscle of Yuuji’s shoulder, hard enough to leave marks, hard enough to muffle the sound into something wet and desperate.
Yuuji hissed through his teeth, hips snapping forward involuntarily.
“Fuck, yes, bite me, baby.”
Yuuta did.
Teeth sank deeper.
Then, instinct, apology, need, he sucked over the bite, tongue laving the red indents, half trying to soothe the hurt he’d just caused, half trying to keep himself quiet. The coppery taste of Yuuji’s skin bloomed on his tongue and it only made him clench harder.
Yuuji fucked him harder for it.
The pace turned brutal, fast, wet, relentless. The sound of skin slapping skin was obscene even under the jazz. Yuuta’s ass bounced in Yuuji’s hold with every thrust. His clit rubbed against the coarse hair at Yuuji’s base on every downstroke.
He was close.
So close.
Yuuji could tell, felt the way Yuuta’s walls started fluttering, the way his breathing hitched into frantic little sobs behind his own hand.
“Gonna come?” Yuuji panted against his neck. “Gonna soak me, baby?”
Yuuta nodded, frantic.
He couldn’t speak, couldn’t risk it, so he just bit down again, higher this time, right where neck met shoulder, sucking hard enough to bruise while his hips rocked down to meet every thrust.
Yuuji groaned like he’d been punched.
“Fuck, fuck, there it is.”
He fucked Yuuta through it, chasing his own release, hips snapping erratically.
“Gonna fill you,” he warned, voice cracking. “Gonna pump you so full, gonna leak out all the way home.”
Yuuta whined into Yuuji’s skin, teeth still buried, tongue soothing the fresh mark even as his body locked up, back arching off the wall, thighs clamping around Yuuji’s waist, pussy spasming so hard it forced another gush of slick down Yuuji’s shaft.
He sobbed against Yuuji’s shoulder, high, broken, desperate, muffling every sound into warm flesh.
Yuuji came with a choked moan, burying his face in Yuuta’s hair.
Hot. Thick. Endless.
Pulse after pulse flooded deep, painting Yuuta’s insides until he could feel the pressure, the warmth spreading.
Yuuji kept rocking into him, gentler now, milking every last drop.
When he finally stilled, they were both shaking.
Yuuji caught him, laughing breathlessly against his hair.
“Easy, baby.”
Yuuta clung to Yuuji’s shirt, face buried in his chest, right over the fresh red bite marks he’d left, already darkening into bruises.
“Too much,” he mumbled, voice hoarse and wrecked. “You’re too much.”
Yuuji kissed the crown of his head.
“You love it.”
Yuuta didn’t deny it.
He pulled back just enough to look, saw the angry red crescents on Yuuji’s shoulder, the purpling bloom higher up on his neck. His stomach flipped with a mix of guilt and possessive heat.
“Sorry,” he whispered, thumb brushing over one of the marks.
Yuuji grinned, wide and shameless.
“Don’t be. I want everyone to see ‘em. Want ‘em to know I got marked up fucking my boyfriend stupid in a mall bathroom.”
Yuuta’s face flamed.
He buried his face in Yuuji’s neck, trembling.
“Yuuji…” he whispered, voice small and wrecked. “I love you.”
Yuuji laughed breathlessly, kissing the top of Yuuta’s sweaty head.“Love you too, baby. So fucking much.”
He carefully lowered Yuuta back to the floor. Yuuta’s legs buckled immediately, knees wobbly, thighs slick and shining. Yuuji caught him, steadying him against the wall while he reached down to tug Yuuta’s panties back into place. The cotton was soaked through now, clinging to his puffy, well-fucked cunt. Yuuji groaned at the sight.
“Gonna smell like me all day,” he muttered, almost smug.
Yuuta blushed so hard his ears turned scarlet.
Yuuji helped him back into his jeans, slowly, carefully, kissing every inch of skin he uncovered as he pulled the denim up.
The dark wet spot on Yuuji’s crotch was… obvious. Very obvious. There was no way to hide it. Yuuta bit his lip, mortified.“We’re gonna have to say you spilled a milkshake,” he mumbled.
Yuuji grinned, bright and boyish again, like he hadn’t just fucked Yuuta’s brains out in a public restroom.
“Already thought of that. You’re a genius, babe.”
Yuuji cleaned them both up as best he could, paper towels, hand soap, frantic wiping. Yuuta’s hair was a mess; Yuuji finger-combed it back into something resembling order. Yuuji pulled his collar up high enough to hide most of the hickeys already blooming on his throat. Yuuta’s lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy in that unmistakable post-orgasm way.
They slipped out of the stall one at a time, Yuuji first, casual as anything, then Yuuta thirty seconds later, cheeks flaming, collar pulled high to hide the worst of the neck marks he’d left behind.
Their friends were still at the arcade.
Nobara glanced over when they rejoined the group.
“Took you long enough. What, did you get lost?”
Yuuji slung an arm around Yuuta’s shoulders, pulling him close.
“Spilled my milkshake,” he said easily. “Had to clean up.”
Mai snorted.
“Clumsy ass.”
Maki’s eyes flicked to Yuuji’s shoulder, where the collar of his shirt had slipped just enough to show the edge of a fresh bite mark. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Megumi just gave them a flat stare that said he knew exactly what had happened and didn’t want details.
Todo was too busy flexing in front of the basketball machine to notice.
Toge signed something quick and smug.
Yuuta buried his face in Yuuji’s shoulder, right over the mark he’d made, pressing a secret, apologetic kiss to it through the fabric.
Yuuji just laughed, bright, happy, completely unrepentant.