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Being on-and-off with someone was the worst, only made even more insufferable when that person was away. And, as luck would have it—ironic, in this case—Kazuichi’s not-quite-partner-but-more-than-friends-with-benefits was off on some trip. Hajime, the betraying soul friend that he was, had invited Nagito and a few others to some city to check out its museums or something.
Truthfully, Kazuichi couldn’t remember anything about the trip right now. His dick was about to explode with need.
Barely three days had gone by without Nagito getting him off, and now it was desperate. He refused to shamefully jerk off alone, not when he had someone else to pleasure him. But that person wouldn’t be back for at least another week, if they didn’t extend the trip like was possible.
Of course, no one knew about his and Nagito’s… arrangement. He wasn’t going to admit to anyone that he was banging the very guy he’d spent the past two years insulting. That made it all the worse, that he couldn’t even complain about it to anyone. Well, anyone except…
“Kazuichi?” Nagito’s voice on the phone snapped him back to the present. “Are you still there?”
Kazuichi sighed, head tilting to hold the phone against his shoulder while he fidgeted with some papers on his desk. He didn’t need to organize, since it would just be messed up in a day or so, but his hands had to keep occupied. “Yeah, I’m still here.”
Nagito sounded relieved. “That’s good. I was worried you may have hung up on me.” Rustling indicated he was stretching out on his bed. It was the end of the day, so he must be tired from walking around so much. Kazuichi knew well how little stamina he could have. “How was your day, darling?”
He hoped his eye-roll was audible as he said, “It was fine. The usual. You?”
“Wonderful here. To see such talent on display in the museum we toured… Well, it was awe-inspiring.”
He couldn’t get as annoyed about talent talk when he was this turned on even just from hearing Nagito’s voice. It was shameful, but not unusual for them. “Yeah? And, now you’re…?”
“In my hotel room. It was rather fortunate that they had a single room available for me. They had overbooked the room I was going to share with Hajime.” They both knew that it was some kind of effect from his luck that gave him the room, but neither commented on it. Why state the obvious?
Kazuichi was more focused on the fact he was alone. Which meant great things for him and his dick. After a brief moment of working up his courage, he near-whispered, “Do you… miss me…?”
Nagito was silent for a moment. Long enough that Kazuichi was worried he wasn’t heard, or that his question was stupid, or that he fell asleep. But finally, the answer came, soft and low. Like he knew the implications faster than Kazuichi had meant for him to catch on. “...I do. And I take it you miss me?”
Fuck, he wanted to do… something to that man.
He mumbled a little “yeah” into the phone, barely keeping himself from whipping everything out right now. Just that knowing tone was enough to make his hips jolt. He could only imagine what might happen if things… progressed.
Nagito could absolutely read his mind at this point. It was bound to happen. You spend enough time together, sharing intimate secrets and laying your souls bare, and you’re going to understand the other person. That was the whole point. So when Nagito said, “Do you need my help with something?” he shouldn’t have been surprised. But that didn’t stop his heart from leaping into his throat, and it definitely didn’t stop the “mhm” that crawled past it.
If they were going to go this far, Kazuichi was going to get started. He dropped the papers immediately and raced to his bed. His hand tucked under his waistband, but above his underwear, and traced small shapes onto his half-hard erection, helping it raise higher and higher. It was a slow process… until it wasn’t.
“Good boys wait, Kazuichi.”
Of course he was pulling out the praise kink. That was the one thing that Kazuichi fell victim to every damn time. It was like he was compelled to listen, and not just because it made everything all the more intense. Maybe he had been trained to listen to Nagito after the half-dozen times they spent hours and hours together, swapping between praise and degradation, until his mind could only hear his lover’s saccharine words and cutting insults.
Or maybe he was so desperately horny he was willing to do anything to stop it.
“Is this what you want to do?” Nagito’s voice was careful, like he was about to scare Kazuichi away. After so long of this, did he really think it would be that easy? But still, he waited for confirmation.
Kazuichi choked out a “y-yes, please” into the phone, barely resisting grinding into his waiting hand. Now that he was being denied, he couldn’t understand why he’d waited at all. It would be so easy to stroke himself fast and hard until he made a mess of whatever was victim beneath him. But no, he needed Nagito.
“Then… take off your pants. I know you hate dirtying them.” He was so considerate. Almost too considerate.
“I don’t… c-care about my pants right now, Ko, I…” The nickname slipped out between his whimpered words. “I just need… Shit…”
Nagito tutted disapprovingly. He drew out each word to make the wait all the harder for Kazuichi—though, in his current state, he couldn’t get much harder. “You need patience, Kazuichi. Good things come to those who wait.”
He wanted to roll his eyes. Roll his eyes into the back of his head when he—
“Please, Nagito, I… J-Just tell me what to do…?” He could listen. He could be good, and listen to every word out of that pretty boy’s mouth. Every word he wished could be whispered into his skin, against his lips, anything. “I’ll do whatever you say, just please…”
Nagito made him wait almost a full thirty seconds before he went on. “Pants off. Underwear… optional. But please, do let me know what you decide.”
Kazuichi dropped his phone fast enough that Nagito must have known he was this desperate, and shed his pants in a heartbeat. He paused at his underwear, and then threw it off too. He could do kinkier shit when he wasn’t already on the edge just from the thought of something like this happening. As it was, he was about ten words from bursting, the only thing keeping him back being his need to please.
He scrambled to pick his phone back up as he flopped against his bed, ignoring the way it made the headboard knock against the wall. Hopefully his neighbor wouldn’t ask him to keep it down. It was late, after all. But he had bigger things to worry about. “Underwear off. I took them off. What next?”
He could picture the way Nagito’s hand cupped his face as he said, “Oh, wow. You did that so quickly. You must be in a greater need than I thought.”
If he could audibly frown, he would. “What next?” he repeated, forcing the whimpers out of his voice.
Nagito probably tapped his chin with a finger, something he did often when he was being teasing. “How about… you stroke yourself with your left hand, nice and slow for me?”
Kazuichi groaned, but began to comply. “My left hand? Seriously? No fair.” That was going to make it harder for him to get off, which was obviously the point. But in his hormone-addled brain, he wanted to get off now. They could go over and over until they were both passed out. He had the time, and it wouldn’t be the first time the two had exhausted each other.
But Nagito wasn’t here right now. That was made particularly obvious by the soft whine that came from his speaker, rather than a mouth pleasantly close to his ear. So Nagito was getting off to this, too? He supposed adjusting to Kazuichi’s libido meant he would stay adjusted, too. That, or Kazuichi was too hot to resist. He liked to think it was the latter.
Groans of annoyance devolved into long whines, pressed straight into his phone. He had to be careful not to accidentally hang up as he bucked into his hand. It was awful keeping the pace this slow, but Kazuichi was a good boy. He could handle it.
“Now,” Nagito breathed, “stop.”
Oh, so this was torture disguised as pleasure. With a huff, Kazuichi lifted his hand into the air, away from his dick. “Fine.” He could barely get the word out without finishing it with a whimper. He couldn’t be more thankful Nagito was willing to put up with all this.
“That’s a good boy…” Nagito panted into the phone a little longer before pausing, the rustling on the other end stopping. At least they were in this together.
It was so difficult not ignoring the command and going ham, but he was going to listen. He called Nagito for this—well, he truly did want to catch up at first, but he knew all along he wanted it to go exactly like this—and he wasn’t going to ruin his future chances by being bad.
“I want you to imagine…” He continued to draw out his voice, making Kazuichi wait like every second was an eternity. “Imagine me there, next to you. Imagine my hands trailing up my body…” He must be describing exactly what he’s doing, by the pauses between each sentence. He had such a mastery of description, or Kazuichi’s mind was doing a lot of heavy lifting. “Imagine them moving back down, toward my thighs. You can’t touch as I start to slowly, slowly—” his breath hitches, “—stroke myself. Up and down, up and down… Dragging my fingers along the tip, pulling away with a string so you can see how wet you make me…”
He was going to die if he didn’t whack his dick right now. He was going to die of blood loss from all of it being flooded south. He was going to die, and it would all be stupid, sexy Nagito’s fault.
“You can’t kiss me, or touch me, or touch yourself… You just get to watch while I p-play with myself…” His moan was poorly muffled into his pillow, and it was then that Kazuichi remembered that one of them had to be extra quiet, unfortunately. Nagito didn’t have the perks of the thick walls Kazuichi had. That made it all the hotter, in a twisted way.
Kazuichi spoke softly, afraid his voice would crack and embarrass him if he was too loud. “When do I get to…?”
“I’d flip over, on my hands and knees…” Nagito was ignoring him. That made sense, but it was still annoying. “I know you worry about the bedsheets, but it’s too late for them at this point.” Those poor hotel janitorial staff members. “It’s like a pool, and you can’t do anything about it.”
If this was real, he would take Nagito right then and there. Pound him into the mattress until the bed creaked and groaned louder than the two of them, until they had to worry about replacing something. Nagito would barely have the chance to catch his breath between each thrust with his face shoved so deep into the pillows. And fuck, he’d love it. The bright red face, the debauched look, the messy white hair… It was so hot to Kazuichi, he might’ve cum just from imagining it. Hands-free. It didn’t even sound half-bad, as long as he could get off finally.
“I stroke faster and faster…” Kazuichi could almost hear the slapping sounds through the phone, but that was probably just his imagination. “All the while, I’m looking at you. Imagining how good it would feel to be dominated so thoroughly like you can… A-And how you can just…” His voice trailed off into a pathetic whine. Holy shit, Kazuichi was right by heaven, and the gate was through his phone.
Kazuichi turned up the volume a bit on his phone, praying he could hear even a little more of those sultry words, and the crude sounds he had to be making. But he could tell that, at this point, Nagito had hidden his face a bit into his pillow, and was lost in his own pleasure. It was something that he did when they weren’t going at it daily, from the buildup. He had ruined his friend, but they both loved it.
Finally, he heard a whisper into the phone, the other boy’s voice wrecked already. “Left hand only.”
That was all he needed to start stroking again. He let out a long whine-moan into his phone while listening to the choppy noises that occasionally came in through Nagito’s, cut off from the automatic noise suppression. It was hard, but he did his best to match his lover’s pace, which had slowed down considerably. Drawing it out this much wasn’t something they did often, but he couldn’t say he hated it.
“H-Holy shit, ‘Gito…” If a single other person heard him the way he sounded when he was pleasuring himself—or, god forbid, being pleasured—Kazuichi would’ve gone into hiding. But Nagito got every single syllable the mechanic could muster. “God, I w-wish I could be deep inside you right now…” He squeezed a little more than he meant to when he said ‘deep’, and his voice went up probably two octaves. But Nagito obviously didn’t mind. Neither of them were truly paying attention to how embarrassing they sounded.
Nagito answered him with a soft gasp and a stuttering, “I wish…!”
Just from his voice, Kazuichi could tell how close he was. His eyes must’ve been rolling back into his head over and over, and his arm was definitely getting tired. Both things happened almost every time, to the point it was a little endearing. He liked knowing when his lover was having a good time, and knowing the exact quirks that said more than words ever could. He wasn’t even sure of his own tells, though he knew Nagito had a mental list that he worked to check off every single time.
In mere moments, Nagito was gasping and nearly choking into his phone and pillow, whimpering the whole time as he rode out his orgasm. About halfway through, when he did that little laugh he always did when absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure, did Kazuichi decide to pull his hand away from himself. Despite everything, he just wanted to admire the sounds he was hearing, and the fact he had access at all. Even with everything else that sucked in his life, at least he was lucky enough to have this.
Finally, Nagito seemed to be done. He audibly flopped into the bed, probably smearing his cum into the sheets, and took his time to catch his breath. A full minute went by before he murmured into his phone, voice even rougher than before. “Have you finished yet, my dear…?”
Kazuichi hummed a ‘nuh-uh’ and stared at the name on his phone like it could transmit his thoughts. He wanted to, but he wanted it explosively. He needed something that would hold him over for… in all honesty, he knew it would barely be a few days before he was right back on the phone. Still, he didn’t want to be this needy every night. Not until Nagito was back, at least.
“Ah…” Nagito paused for a moment before continuing. “Start slow, and… then go as fast as you can. Alternate.”
Thought-transferring worked very well!
He switched to his right hand finally, assuming that was fine, and gripped his dick like it owed him money. The slow pace was agonizing, but so was the fast one. It was a real workout, really. Luckily, not only did he have lots of practice with this, but he was also strong in his arms from being a mechanic. He could go for an hour if he had to!
It didn’t seem he would, though, as soon he was whining and whimpering like he was sobbing. He never cried during sex per se, but sometimes it sounded like it. He was so close, but then he had to slow down again, and he just couldn’t go over the edge.
Nagito absolutely could hear it in his voice. Kazuichi could just see him now: he’d look over Kazuichi’s body like it was an artwork in a museum, admiring every pore on his face. He’d sit so close, tantalizing but distant all the same. And he’d bite his lip the way he always did, leaving that same mark that was always just a little higher on the left side than the right…
Kazuichi had to bite his pillow hard enough to tear it to keep down his scream when he finally came. It was explosive, just how he wanted it… to the point it made a terrible mess of his bed. Nagito was right, he did always hate ruining his sheets. It meant he couldn’t just wipe off with a towelette and pass out right away. But holy fuck was it worth it.
Nagito purred sweet nothings into the phone from the moment it started to long after it ended. It was the usual stuff, but he did throw in a few extra “I can’t wait to see you”s and “you better be ready for me when I get back”s. If he didn’t have to deal with a refractory period, he probably would’ve been hard as a rock again at the mere thought of what they were going to get up to soon. They would probably have to get a motel room to not bother either of their roommates. Kazuichi knew he was going to be loud, and he was going to make Nagito even louder.
Once he was fully done, lazily waving his dick around as if it was a fidget toy, Kazuichi tipped his head to hum into his phone, “That was nice…”
“We’ll do this again soon, my lover,” Nagito promised in return. “Perhaps on the free day Hajime had worked into our trip schedule… How does Friday work for you?”
“Are you kidding me? You could ask me to call off a whole shift and I’d spend it with you, man. Friday’s great.” Friday wasn’t… too far away. He could manage. He’d try not to get snappy Thursday, though he knew himself. Just knowing he was a day away would make it hard not to rush through those 24 hours.
Nagito chuckled softly. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that. Your mechanic work is very important, especially as an Ultimate.”
Kazuichi rolled his eyes. “We graduated. Ex-Ultimate Mechanic. But… still. I care more about, uh… this. Not just ‘cause it feels good, but…” What was he even saying? “...Whatever! Point is, Friday works. And maybe we can turn our cameras on…?”
“...Absolutely.” Kazuichi could hear the smile in Nagito’s voice, however soft it may be.
When he finally dragged himself from bed to clean up, he decided to stay on the phone with Nagito. It felt less lonely and pathetic having someone else there, even if he was imagined and only listening through the phone. But he could hear that Nagito was also cleaning up, so maybe it wasn’t as lonely as it felt to do that.
He laid down not long after, on a now sheets-less mattress, and buried his face into his pillow. Pulling the phone closer, he mumbled, “G’night…”
He hardly heard Nagito reply, “Good night, dear Kazuichi.” He was already drifting off, without even ending the call. But Nagito was doing the same, fading into unconsciousness to the sound of Kazuichi’s less-than-soft snoring.