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There’s a certain feeling, one that’s hard to describe. Distant rustling of grass and palm trees, the whiffs of sea that pass by his open window with the curtains fluttering in the breeze. Soft light from the hundreds of stars, and the moon shining bright outside, spilling into his personal shack. The mixed chilly comfort as he cuddles up underneath the blankets. His bottom half is almost too hot with the sweatpants, but if he sacrifices the blanket, his bare upper half will be left in the cold. A double-edged sword, if you will. There’s just… something. Something about the remains of grilled food still settling in his stomach after the bonfire, something about how he can feel his skin warm and tanning and on the verge of sunburn—which he certainly would have by now if it weren’t for Kirumi grilling them about sunscreen every hour on the dot. It’s a strange feeling. Strange, but nice. Almost nostalgic.

Shuichi sighs as he kicks away the light covers, throwing his legs over the bed when he sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Despite how sore he is from the day’s activities, ranging from reading a book in the shade by the beach, to assisting Kaede and Kirumi in setting up the barbecue, to fleeing from Kokichi who had somehow managed to get his hands on a water gun, to an intense volleyball match with the rest of their class… he still can’t seem to fall asleep.

Maybe a walk will help me, he thinks, grabbing his jacket on his way to the door. With the absence of his classmates to pressure him against wearing it, he zips it up. It’s probably chilly, what with the soft breeze, he reasons. He doesn’t bother slipping on his flip flops, opting instead to feel the sand in his toes. Yeah, a walk by the beach sounds nice. He’s met with the smell of warm air and salt water the moment he opens the door, and he smiles. It’s a lot easier to enjoy the island without the sun beating down on him, or the anxiety of wondering if anybody is looking at him, judging his appearance.

Quietly pulling the door shut behind him, locking it for good measure, he heads down the pathway in the direction of the beach. The wood, and grass, and pavement is a nice break compared to the blisters he can already predict that’ll be forming between his toes before the end of the week.

Solitude. Solitude is the best way to describe it. The peaceful bliss, wiggling his feet into the sand and squeezing his toes, feeling it mold underneath his skin. The pale moon reflecting against the deep, blue waters. Clear, not a single soul in sight besides him.

Him, and one other person swimming in the ocean.

He perks up, trying to determine if he can see who it is from the distance he’s at. They aren’t too far out, disappearing into the ripples of darkness for just a moment before coming back up and shaking their unruly, octopus-like hair. A smile graces Shuichi’s lips. He’d recognize that blob of black-purple anywhere.

Taking slow strides, he observes as he grows closer. Kokichi doesn’t seem to notice him yet, leaning back with his arms out and his eyes closed. “Ouma-kun?” he calls to the other boy quietly, as to not startle him. Kokichi turns, with an innocent, wide-eyed expression. Surprised that he’s here, but not opposed to his presence.

“Saihara-chan?” There’s something almost… serene about him. The usual mischief of the trouble maker hidden away, exposing a much more reserved part of him. A part that no one else got to see very often, if at all.

It makes Shuichi’s heart swell, that Kokichi doesn’t immediately jump to replace his mask.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m feeding Momota-chan’s body to the sharks, of course!” Nevermind. He leaps right back with the lies in full swing.

“I see…” Kokichi’s eyes filled with tears, and he puffed out his bottom lip.

“Wh-What?! Does… does my beloved not believe me?!”

“There aren’t any sharks around this water. Plus, there doesn’t look to be any blood. And I’m pretty sure I heard Kaito snoring when I passed his room on the way here.” Kokichi pouted throughout his explanation with feigned annoyance at being called out, though couldn’t help but snort as Shuichi mentioned Kaito and his loud sleeping habits.

“Mmm… I wouldn’t be surprised! Definitely sounds like that big oaf to wake up my darling Saihara-chan with his ugly snores.” Shuichi joins in with soft laughter. He should probably feel bad, making fun of his best friend with said best friend’s “arch nemesis,” but he doesn’t.

“No, he didn’t wake me up. I just couldn’t fall asleep.” Kokichi hummed.

“Me neither,” he admits. “Up scheming evil plans, y’know?”

“I’m sure.” A silence falls over them for a moment, though it’s a nice one. Comforting. “Is the water nice?”

“Nope! The water’s freezing! ” Kokichi exclaimed, a wide smile on his lips. “Actually, it’s so cold I think I might just curl up and sink to the bottom right now!”

“That’s a lie, isn’t it?”

“I dunno,” a sly smile spread across his lips as he swam forward, the water rippling around him. Shuichi tried and failed to avoid watching the droplets of water sliding down his chest. “How about coming in and checking the temperature yourself?”

“Ah, but… I don’t have a swimsuit on.” Kokichi gave him a blank expression, nodding his head towards his own swim trunks that were laying in the sand.

Oh.

Oh.

How hadn’t he noticed that sooner? How was Kokichi so composed…?! He was n- Shuichi’s face grew pink at the realization and Kokichi snickered, sending him a suggestive smile that was followed by an equally as suggestive question. “Does Saihara-chan want to skinny dip with me?” Kokichi Ouma just asked to skinny dip with him. Kokichi Ouma just asked to skinny dip with him. He’d have to be crazy to say yes to that. Batshit insane. Absolutely bonkers.

“Yeah, okay.” The moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to smack himself in the face.

Kokichi, on the other hand, only seemed to smile wider. “Yay! Skinny dipping with my beloved has always been a dream of mine!”

“Has it…?”

“Nah, that was a lie. I thought you’d know better than that!” Shuichi swallowed.

“To be honest, I’ve always wanted to strip for you!”

“Do you need to get laid or something, Saihara-chan? If you join my organization, all the food sleep and sex will be given to you!”

“It means… you can do whatever you want to me. And that’s the truth.”

Surely he didn’t really mean anything by it. Surely it was all just… playful, friendly flirting. Shuichi tried to calm his nerves as he slowly unzipped his jacket. The air was warm, yet he still shivered.

“Hey,” Kokichi’s voice made him flinch, as did the oddly serious expression he had. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, y’know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Or force you to do anything.” He brushed wet hair out of his eyes, using his arms to push himself back in the water, floating a bit further away. “You can just sit and we can talk. Or you can go back to bed. I don’t mind.”

That was one of the things about Kokichi that always made Shuichi feel… warm inside. No matter how flirty he was, or how suggestive the comments he made or the actions he took were, he always made sure that Shuichi was comfortable.

“No,” Shuichi insisted, Kokichi perking up in the slightest. “I.. I want to.” He advert his gaze. “It’s just… ah, I’ve never done this before…”

“Ooh!” An excited sparkle glimmered in Kokichi’s eyes, and his hands came crashing down causing water to splash around him. “So you’re saying I’m taking my beloved’s skinny dipping virginity?!”

“D-Don’t say it like that!” Shuichi practically screeched, instinctively glancing around to see if anyone was nearby.

It was just the two of them.

Of course it was, Shuichi lectured himself. The rest of their classmates were sleeping. Kokichi held a finger over his lips, which did nothing to hide the sly smirk behind it. “Shhh, better be quiet, Shumai! You wouldn’t want everyone hearing us, now would you?” Shuichi sighed, trying to will away the burn in his cheeks as he finally shed his jacket to the sand. Kokichi ever so slightly seemed to fidget.

“You’re the one being loud…” He murmured between pursed lips. “Why do you have to be so suggestive…?”

“Haven’t I said? It’s cuz I love you, Saihara-chan!” He didn’t give Shuichi a chance to respond, turning around so his back was to him. “I’ll give you some privacy.”

Again, Shuichi swallowed nervously. Was it because there was a chance of one of their classmates walking out to see them? Because he would be nude in public?

Or… was it because it was Kokichi?

He kicked off his sweatpants and boxers, placing them in a pile on top of his jacket. He half expected to turn back to see Kokichi watching him, but his back was still turned to him. He was quiet, almost scarily so.

He stepped towards the ocean, braced himself for the cold, and edged a foot into the water…

“The water isn’t cold at all.” It was rather warm, actually. A comfortable temperature. Shuichi didn’t waste any more time with his… ahem, delicates exposed in the open, stepping in and allowing the welcoming sea to engulf him.

“Huhhh? It’s not?! My nerves must be broken, then! Did I tell you I don’t have nerves? I don’t have tastebuds, either! That’s why I can’t taste anything. I love sweet foods, though! Hey hey, did I ever tell you about how I once was a professional competitive kebab eater?! One time—”

“Ouma-kun… you can open your eyes.” Though hesitantly, he did so, blinking his eyes open and looking to his right to see Shuichi wading in the water a meter or two away from him. The water came up just above his chest. A soft, genuine smile made it’s way to Kokichi’s lips.

“Hiya, detective.”

“Hello, Ouma-kun.”

For a moment, it looked like Kokichi was blushing, too. Though in the end, Shuichi wrote it up to be the moonlight reflecting against the water. Yeah… that’s gotta be it.

“Geez, when did you get so ripped?” Kokichi pouted, causing Shuichi to laugh. “I can’t believe there’s something that I actually have to thank Momota-chan for. Ugh.” Shuichi raised an eyebrow, pushing himself a bit closer to Kokichi—not too close, of course.

“Why would you have to thank Kaito for that?”

“Duh! Because now when I recruit you, you’ll be the perfect servant for carrying me around all day!”

“ ‘When?’ ”

“Mhm!” Kokichi dared to float closer. “In fact, this was all just an elaborate scheme to get you to join my organization! By wading the same waters as me, you’ve signed a contract that if you don’t join, I’ll have to kill you!”

“Is that so?” Shuichi asked, with no attempt to conceal his own smile. He held a finger under his chin. “Ah… I suppose I’m in a bit of a predicament, then…”

“Sure are, detective~” Kokichi swam even closer. Shuichi swallowed, repressing the urge to glance away.

He was so close… if he wanted to— if either of them wanted to —they could just lean in… then they would be so close, and-

“Wh-?! O-Ouma-kun!” Shuichi sputtered, wiping his eyes as he was suddenly splashed straight in the face, the familiar horse giggle filling his ears as he swam away.

“Nishishi! Tag, Saihara-chan!”

“Oh, you little…”

“Wahh! Hey, I’m just a little guy, Saihara-chan! I’m just a little— woah! ” Disappearing under the water, Shuichi grabbed Kokichi around the waist and heaved him up into the air, then backwards over his shoulder until he was dunked under, practically suplexing him.

“...Tag?” He said uncertainly as Kokichi came back to the surface. Kokichi wheezed. “A-Are you okay?!”

“W-Who knew… who knew our beloved detective was so bold?” He managed to get out, choking between something of a laugh and a cough. “I’ll admit!” His tone was unusually high pitched. “Saihara-chan caught me off guard, manhandling me so rough like that! W-Wasn’t… expecting that…”

“S-Sorry!” Shuichi squeaked. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nah, I sure as hell felt your dick, though.”

“ What?! ”

“Kidding~ That was a lie!”

Was it, though? Shuichi desperately hoped so. He hadn’t felt anything, and he’s sure he probably would have, even if it was just a brush… If he had, though, he’d never hear the end of it.

“I guess I’ll have to chalk that one up to a win for Saihara-chan!” He turned away, and Shuichi was worried he may have accidentally upset him with that little stunt. Either that, or he really had hurt him. Before he could ask, he heard Kokichi huff. “I’m jealous of whatever criminal you get to body tackle next.” He grinned, looking back over his shoulder. “Well hey, at least I’m the only one who has the honor of saying you tackled me while naked , huh?”

“D-Don’t say it like that!”

“What? It’s true!” He gasped dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “Don’t tell me… has my beloved been cheating on me?! Have you tackled another?!”

“ No! ”

“Good! Cuz otherwise I would’ve been reeeally jealous.”

“Why would you be jealous…?!”

“Because,” he spoke, voice lowering to a husky whisper. His eyes, now half-lidded, sent blood flowing somewhere that it definitely shouldn’t have gone at that moment. “I want your eyes to be on me, and me only.” He swallowed, trying to ignore the heartbeat thumping in his ears, and his chest, and his…

“But… that’s a lie, isn’t it?”

“I dunno,” Kokichi shrugged, facing Shuichi again and pushing himself backwards towards the beach. “Do you want it to be?” Did he… want it to be a lie? No, Shuichi thought. No, I don’t want it to be a lie. Shuichi was so caught up in his own thoughts, he didn’t realize that Kokichi was getting out of the water until he was stepping onto the sand, accidentally getting a glimpse of his backside. He quickly looked away, covering his eyes with his hands.

“O-Ouma-kun…! A-At least give me a warning first!” Kokichi’s laugh was carried along a breeze that made the droplets of water on Shuichi’s skin feel frozen.

“Aww, did Saihara-chan not like me flashing him?” Shuichi could have crawled to the bottom of the ocean right then and drowned on the spot. “C’mon, do I have a nice ass or what? I know you caught a peek~” Shuichi wheezed.

“I-I don’t think I should answer that!” Kokichi fell quiet. With the slightest chill of guilt coursing through his chest, he worried if he’d upset him. Again.

“You know, if he wanted to,” he dared to peek again, relieved to see Kokichi clothed again. “Saihara-chan could do anything that he wants to me…” Shuichi’s breath caught in his throat. Those words… how many times had Kokichi said them before during the span of their three years at Hope’s Peak? “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“And that’s the truth.” Entranced by his words, Shuichi nearly missed how Kokichi was wearing his jacket, hands consumed by the large sleeves.

“H-Hey! My jacket…!” A grin split across his face.

“Hm? You’ll have to catch me if you want it back, detective!” Shuichi sighed heavily.

“Ouma-kun…” If he really tried, he could probably get close to chasing Kokichi down. But if he did that, he would have to sacrifice getting dressed, which would mean running around nude, and he was not about to join the list of classmates that had already done that exact thing (namely Angie and Miu). Kokichi’s grin grew, most likely from the knowledge that he had won this little encounter of theirs.

“Night night, Saihara-chan. Sweet dreams.” He winked over his shoulder, adjusting the jacket on his shoulders. “Dream about me, ‘kay? I’ll meetcha there~!”

“Goodnight, Ouma-kun.” When Kokichi was out of sight, he ducked his head under the water, shaking off the water as he came back up in an attempt to ignore what the other was implying by dreams. That troublemaker was going to be the death of him, one day…

At least he didn’t steal my boxers, was the thought he was left with as he shook the sand from his sweatpants (or as much as he could, anyways) and dressed quickly. Still, despite it all, he found that he was rather pleased with the outcome.

Good, it seems like we both had a lot of fun.

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Serenity. Sweet, relaxing peace sitting in the comfy chairs underneath the several large umbrellas Kirumi had set up, along with the refreshing drinks. Even if their friends were running around, it was serene. Peaceful.

“Oi, Shithara!” Uh oh. So much for peace. Miu came up behind him and nudged his shoulder with the barrel of a water gun. “Finally grow some balls, didja? Where’d your jacket go?”

“Ah… well-”

“I think I saw Ouma-kun wearing it,” Rantaro interjected from another chair with a sly smile. “He probably stole it from you at some point, huh?”

“Y- Yeah…” Though embarrassed, he was glad that he’d had added the second part before Miu got the chance to imply some crude scenario.

“Ouma-kun!” Kaede called, pushing up her sunglasses to rest on her head as she crossed her arms with a pout. The troublemaker in question looked in their direction from where he stood filling his own water gun. “Give Shuichi his jacket! He’s uncomfortable!”

Shuichi laughed anxiously, rubbing his arms in a feeble attempt to cover his chest. “It’s fine, Kaede.”

“Yeah, the emo should let ‘em air out, if ya know what I mean!” Miu cackled at her own joke, though quickly deflated when she saw Kaede glaring at her. “Heee…! I-I was just kidding, Bakamatsu! C’mon, I thought you’d agree with your girlfriend!”

“Not when my girlfriend is making crude remarks towards my best friend,” she sighed, rubbing at her temple. How Kaede managed to maintain her position as class rep… Shuichi would admire her and her sanity for forever.

Miu, already bouncing back from the lecture, slipped behind a nearby tree for cover and aimed the water gun at Kokichi, who was walking towards the table. “I’m gonna fuckin’ snipe him, just you watch babe!”

“If you get me wet with that I will break into your room and throw all of your dildos into the goddamn ocean, you nasty whore.” Miu squealed, the sound swiftly overtaken by a shriek as Kokichi took advantage of the opportunity to shoot her square in the face.

“You fucking cock!”

“Here,” Shuichi yelped as something was thrown into his face. His jacket, he realized as Kokichi smiled at him. “Better if it stays with you so Iruma-chan won’t infect it with her nasty liquids.”

“Stop trying to cuck Saihara, you goddamn twink! Come here and fight me like the virgin you are!” Before Shuichi got the chance to thank Kokichi for returning his jacket, he was already running off to escape Miu’s vengeful fire. He wouldn’t deny that he was relieved to have it back, sighing as he pulled it on and zipped it up halfway.

“I think he actually listened to you for once, Kaede.” She laughed and took a sip of strawberry lemonade.

“I don’t think it was because of me. I think it’s because I said you were uncomfortable.” Was that the reason…? Shuichi spared a glance towards him. He always did try to make sure that Shuichi was comfortable despite his teasing, so… “How’d he steal your jacket, anyways? I haven’t seen you take it off when you’re in your swimsuit.”

“W-Well… we went swimming in the ocean last night.” Kaede ooh ed, a light nudge to his leg with her foot encouraging him to explain further. “I couldn’t sleep so I went for a walk, and he was swimming, and invited me to join.”

“Swimming, huh?” Seeing the smirk on Rantaro’s face, Shuichi immediately turned red.

“Yes… i-is something wrong?”

“Nah, nah. Just remembered something Ouma was talking about yesterday.” Oh my god. He probably said he was going to go skinny dipping, didn’t he? Oh my god Shuichi was going to die- Rantaro chuckled, ruffling his hair with one hand. “No worries, your secret is safe with me.” Kaede glanced between them.

“Did I miss something?! What’re you guys talking about?” a teasing smile was aimed towards Shuichi. “And whatever it was, why did it make you so red, Shuichi?”

“Nothing!” he squeaked, too quickly to be considered innocent. “Absolutely nothing!”

“Come onnnnn,” she pleaded, scooting her seat closer to latch onto his arm and shake him. “Please? I won’t tell!” Her voice lowered. “Besides, I already know about your cru—”

“Shhhh!” Shuichi clamped a hand over her mouth. “Kaede…!” He pulled his hand away, sighing, and she giggled.

“Geez, Shuichi. You look sunburnt with how badly you’re blushing. We all know that you like him, why won’t you do something about it already!”

“Because…!” he glanced over his shoulder to see where Kokichi was. He was still distracted in his battle against Miu, and now seemingly Kaito who appeared to have been dragged into it. “There’s no way that he likes me like that. A-And I don’t want to… ruin our friendship, or anything.” Kaede and Rantaro shared a dead look. “W-What?! What did I say?” They both sighed, Kaede patting his shoulder.

“Oh, Shuichi… I swear, sometimes you’re the most dense person that I know.” Before he could ask what she meant, Rantaro spoke up.

“Listen, Saihara-kun…” he crossed his legs as he shifted in his seat. “Why don’t you invite him to go swimming again?” Invite him to go swimming again? “I promise, there’s no way he could misinterpret an invitation like that. Plus, I think it’ll get you some closure on what you’re so worried about.” Shuichi brought his hand to his mouth, humming in thought. Eventually, he took a breath and nodded.

“I think I’ll do that. Thank you, Amami-kun.”

“Anything to get you both to stop dancing around each other,” he chuckled over a sip of his can of fruit punch. “Heads up behind you, by the way.” Shuichi raised an eyebrow, though felt the wind get knocked out of him as someone collided with his back, wrapping their arms around his neck.

“Saihara-chaaaaan! Help me! A nasty, filthy ogre and a big, ugly brute are after me!”

“W-What do you want me to do about that?!”

“Shield me, of course!” And now, Shucihi was being dragged into the water gun fight too, because Kokichi jumped around him to hide under the table and he was sprayed with two shots of water, one to his back and the other a clean shot to the back of his head.

“Sorry, sidekick!”

“What’re you apologizing to him for, dumbass?! After that fucking shit!”

Shuichi sighed. He’d have to find time later to ask Kokichi…

Unfortunately, with every opportunity that popped up, he couldn’t seem to grab his attention, continuing to put it off throughout the entire day. I’ll ask him then, he kept assuring himself. He’d ask after their water gun fight. He’d ask after the fruit chopping competition. After waterboarding. After the fireworks display. By now, he was running out of chances to ask him.

They were finishing dinner in the hotel, and Shuichi was starting to lose his resolve. It’s fine, I’ll just ask him after dinner, he thought, stomach churning as he poked at the barbecue sitting on his plate. He almost regretted wearing a t-shirt and shorts to dinner, seeing how he kept shivering from the air conditioning. It would be fine! He was planning out what he would say, making dozens of different dialogue options that Kokichi could say, planning out how he would respond to each of his responses… He still had time.

Shuichi didn’t panic until he saw Kokichi get up from his seat, bid goodbye to Rantaro, Miu and Kiibo, and started down the stairs. He was likely retiring to his room for the night, and if Shuichi didn’t ask now… he knew he’d never build the confidence to ask again. He abruptly stood from his seat, grimacing at the loud squeak and how everyone turned to look at him.

“S-Sorry!” Maki and Kaito raised an eyebrow while Kaede knowingly grinned at him. “I’ve got to talk to him, I’ll be right back!”

“Him?” he heard Kaito ask as he dashed from the table and down the stairs.

“Don’t worry about it, Momota-kun. Anyways! About my piano recital…”

Nearly tripping on his face, he glanced hopefully out the door once he reached the lobby, hoping that he wasn’t already out of sight. To his relief, he wasn’t far at all. Shuichi threw open the doors and ran after him.

“Ouma-kun! Wait up!” He turned at hearing Shuichi’s voice, expression blank for a moment, before smiling.

“How can I be of service, Mister Detective?” Taking a moment to catch his breath, he inhaled and cleared his throat, straightening his posture.

“I was wondering… w-would you like to go swimming again tonight?” His surprise slipped past his confident mask, eyes widening briefly. He started laughing.

“Pffft, our shy Saihara-chan is asking me to go skinny dipping ?” Shuichi tensed, feeling the heat of embarrassment start to rise from his chest to his cheeks. He opened his mouth to speak, but all words died in his throat as he burned up with shame. He moved to retreat back to the restaurant.

“N-Nevermind, sorry that was dumb—just forget I said anything-”

“Woah, hang on!” He grabbed Shuichi’s wrist before he could turn back, his expression falling to something softer. “That wasn’t a no, Saihara-chan. You just surprised me.” Blinking, Shuichi let the words settle in. His shoulders relaxed with a breath of relief.

“S-So… you will?”

“I mean, it’d help if you gave me a time,” he teased, letting go of his wrist now that he knew he wouldn’t run away. “But sure. I’ll do anything if it’s for you.” Shuichi smiled shyly, pushing away the thought of how he wished that Kokichi had kept holding on.

“Um… I-I could drop by your room and we can go to the beach together?”

“Sounds good, beloved.” Kokichi winked, throwing him a peace sign and continuing to his room. “I’ll be awaiting your booty call.”

He was going to die. Shuichi Saihara was going to crawl into a ball and die, right now. Why had he thought this was a good idea? he wondered, pacing around his room and groaning.

“I’m so stupid,” he huffed. It was around midnight, now. The rest of their class had gone to bed nearly two hours ago. “Just… pretend to be confident! Maybe try and flirt with him,” he recalled Kaede’s advice after dinner. (It didn’t take much for her to figure out what the real ‘swimming’ was, just some inferences and a few questions to Miu).

After several more minutes of anxious pacing, he took a deep breath and finally stepped out the door, deciding to leave his jacket behind. It was easier to just wear his swim trunks, since they, inevitably, would be tossed anyways. He creeped his way down the path until he reached Kokichi’s room, rocking on his heels in front of his door. He knocked lightly. A few seconds passed and he started to get nervous at the absence of any footsteps, which is why he was startled when the door suddenly opened and Kokichi greeted him with a grin—like he had waited to open the door, specifically to make it appear like he hadn’t been waiting.

“Lucky me, getting to see Shuichi’s bare chest all for myself,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.

“You got to see me without my jacket last night. And this morning.”

“Shush,” Kokichi took the lead towards the beach. “Geez. Let me admire art when I see it, would you Shumai?” ‘Art.’ Too embarrassed by the compliment, Shuichi let silence fall between them.

It was different this time, walking side by side like this. There was an unspoken tension in the air, in the way their fingers kept brushing. How they walked a bit too close to one another for it to be considered just a couple of friends going for a swim. The way they both kept stealing glances at one another, sometimes catching eyes.

They reached the beach, spent a few moments looking out over the water. It was a bit darker, given the clouds that hazed over the pale light and gave everything a foggy look. Quiet, dim, isolated, and alone. Pretend to be confident, try to flirt with him, Shuichi repeated in his mind. Pretend to be confident. Next to him, stretching his arms behind his head, Kokichi hummed.

“Saihara-chan’s pretty bold, inviting me out like this! Who knows what kind of evil schemes I could be p- plan…ning…” he trailed off as his eyes glanced over to Shuichi, only to see he had already stripped, and he was already looking him.

Kokichi’s eyes flicked down. He turned away with a breathy laugh immediately after. “S-Saihara-chan is… r-really bold, apparently…” Shuichi chuckled and stepped out of his trunks. He felt Kokichi’s eyes following him as he stepped into the water, heard him sigh when the water got up to his ass (which, if he’s any good at deductions, he highly doubts was a coincidence). Even once he was up to his chest and turned around to face him, Kokichi made no attempt to move. From where Shuichi was wading, and how the light broke through the clouds, Kokichi’s face was lit in an almost angelic manner. The flush covering his face only made him that much cuter, in Shuichi’s eyes. Try to make a move, he reminded himself.

‘Are you going to join me?’ Is what he was going to try to say, but instead found himself choking on his words and adverting his gaze. “Um… I-If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to do this,” he offered, quietly. “I don’t want to force you to do anything, either.”

Kokichi tsked. “Silly Saihara-chan… I thought you’d know me better than this!” His mask was back, a cocky smile plastered on as he stepped closer. “C’mon, do you really think I’d just lay down and take it if someone did something I didn’t like?” His voice took a lower tone as he bit his lip, eyes narrowing as he tugged at his waistband. “And besides… didn’t I say? I’ve always wanted to strip for my beloved.” Hooking a thumb into the side of his swim trunks, he pulled them down just enough to expose his hips. Shuichi couldn’t help but watch, captivated. This felt so wrong, so filthy in so many ways. They were in public. Kokichi was flirting back with him. The thrill sent electricity through his veins. 

With a teasing snicker, he pulled the front of his trunks down to reveal his pubic hair. “I guess it’s safe to assume that you have thought about this,” Shuichi murmured. “Seeing how you seem to be taking your time.” Kokichi giggled, eyeing him mischievously.

“Getting impatient, are we? Well…” he hummed, pretending to be in thought as he played with the waistband. Until finally, he pulled the strings loose and let them drop. “I suppose I can’t deny my beloved if he wants to see so badly.” Shuichi tugged his lip between his teeth with a soft sigh, shamelessly eyeing him. Kokichi didn’t object. In fact, he chuckled and stepped out of his swimsuit, striding to join Shuichi in the water.

So far he’d been doing well at the “pretend to be confident” step in Kaede’s advice, though his confidence faltered as soon as Kokichi stepped in and swam close to him. At the very least, if everything went horribly wrong, he could swim to the bottom and drown himself so he didn’t have to live with the humiliating embarrassment.

“S-So…”

“So,” Kokichi repeated, looking as if he was waiting for Shuichi to do something. He hadn’t exactly thought this far ahead.

“Um… t-the water is still nice…”

“Mhm.”

“...The moon looks pretty, doesn’t it?”

“Sure.” Awesome. Great. It was going great. They sat in a tense, awkward silence for at least thirty seconds before Kokichi sighed. “What is this, Saihara-chan?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t try and play dumb with me, detective~” He pushed closer and tilted his head to the side. “Did I miss the trend where friends sit and ogle at each other’s cocks, hm?” Hearing him say it so bluntly made his already wobbling confidence crumble, glancing to the side as his cheeks turned pink.

Seeing how he received no response, Kokichi huffed and began to swim back to the shore. “Well! If Saihara-chan isn’t going to entertain me, then I suppose I—“

“Wait!” Shuichi’s hand latched around his wrist. “Don’t go. Please.” Holding onto him like this, Shuichi could now see—or rather feel—Kokichi shaking slightly. He stood by the belief that Kokichi’s previous statement was true, that he would say if something was happening that he didn’t like, so… did that mean that he was nervous, too? Kokichi turned to face him and swallowed, his anxiousness feebly covered up by a grin as he advanced.

“…So the detective has caught the criminal,” he drawled. They were so close. If he wanted to… if either of them wanted to… “But what shall he do now that he’s captured him?”

Shuichi pulled him closer, not releasing his wrist as his other hand went up to cup Kokichi’s cheek. Kokichi inched closer, brushing their noses together as half lidded eyes flicked between Shuichi’s eyes and his lips. His free hand came up to rest on the back of Shuichi’s shoulder, lightly dragging his nails across his skin. Shuichi closed the distance between them. The first few kisses were soft. Shy, even. With soft breaths and sweet inexperience, they molded with one another.

The kisses following were filthy. Hormones, rampant. They both gasped as their dicks brushed from under the water, Kokichi’s arms tightening around Shuichi’s shoulders and pulling himself closer. They brushed again, rougher this time, and Kokichi trembled, biting Shuichi’s lip. Shuichi returned the roughness by grabbing Kokichi’s ass and forcing his tongue inside when he gasped.

“Saihara-chan,” he breathed, fervently pushing against his lips as he grabbed a fist of Shuichi’s hair, wrapping an arm around his waist to slide their hips together.

“Say my name,” was the first thing he grunted out, surprising both Kokichi as well as himself. “Shuichi.”

“Shuichi…” his name fell from Kokichi’s tongue like prayer. Heavenly. Shuichi grinded their dicks together, incredibly pleased with the sharp gasps Kokichi uttered. “Shuichi—Shuichi, Shuichi -“

“ Kokichi, ” he shivered at the use of his name, pulling himself even closer and relishing in the friction as he rubbed against Shuichi.

“S-Shuichi,” Kokichi gasped. “Do you- are you-?”

“Yes,” Shuichi replied, breathing heavily. “A-Are… do you want this?” Kokichi looked at him for a moment, expression blank, before he snickered and wrapped both arms around Shuichi’s neck.

“I said you could do whatever you want to me, didn’t I?” Shuichi almost died on the spot as Kokichi leaned in and nibbled on his earlobe. “Make me yours, detective~”

Shuichi’s mouth shot for his neck, harshly sucking at his skin, while his hand darted from Kokichi’s ass to grab his dick. The moment his fingers wrapped around him, Kokichi bucked into Shuichi’s hand and whined.

“Shhh, better be quiet, Kokichi ,” Shuichi teased, repeating what Kokichi had said to him the previous night. “You wouldn’t want everyone hearing us… now would you?”

“Maybe I do,” he countered with a shaky smirk, trying to maintain his cocky facade despite the quiet whimpers that slipped from his mouth. “Maybe I want eeeveryone to know how good Shuichi makes me feel. Rub it in their faces that you’re the one that gets to make me cum.” Shuichi laughed lightly.

“Careful, I might mistake you for Iruma talking like that.” Kokichi grimaced, though laughed regardless.

“Eugh, don’t bring up that nasty pig when we’re- d-doing this.” He leaned in for another kiss, one that was surprisingly gentle. “I want your eyes to be on me only, remember?”

“You’re the one who suggested that we let the others know,” Shuichi reminded, squeezing him at the base. 

“ C’monnn, w-wouldn’t you like that?” he shuddered, biting his lip. “Knocking me down a peg. Showing the rest of those losers that you— aah! —you’re the only one who gets to see me like thiiis -” He trailed off, and his knees collapsed under him as Shuichi fondled his balls, forced to hang onto him for support. He was ever close to unraveling. “ Oh… oh, fuck-”

“It sounds to me like you want to be put in your place.”

“Ever the detective,” he hushed, burying his face in Shuichi’s neck. Kokichi keened, embarrassing gasps being pulled from him with every stroke. “Shuichi~ Shumai, Shu- holy shit—” He clutched at Shuichi needily, hands grasping for anything to hold on to as he came into his hand with a drawn out moan. And god if that didn’t make Shuichi’s ego swell.

He did that. He was the reason Kokichi was gasping, and squirming, and grabbing at him so eagerly.

Taking a deep breath to ground himself, Kokichi nuzzled his nose against Shuichi’s collarbone. “What do you say we…” he trailed kisses on every inch of skin he could reach, leaving pink marks as he nibbled or occasionally stopped to suck a hickey onto his neck. “Take this back to one of our rooms, hm?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Shuichi breathed, arms wrapping around Kokichi’s waist as he swam them back over to the shore.

Hand-in-hand, they creeped back to Shuichi’s room, with Shuichi praying that no one else decided to take a late night walk and stumbled upon the two. There was no way they would be able to explain their situation, both nude and dripping wet and clutching completely dry swimsuits. It was faster than getting dressed, and then undressing again. Plus, Shuichi really didn’t feel like trying to get sand out from anywhere other than his feet.

Thankfully, they made it back without any issues, other than Shuichi fumbling to unlock his door. The moment they both snuck inside, Kokichi’s grin was upon him, pinning him to the door as he chucked his swim trunks somewhere to the side, grabbing Shuichi’s hips.

“Harboring a wanted criminal in your humble abode, detective~? How scandalous…!” Anything he could have said in reply died in his throat as Kokichi leaned up to kiss and suck on his throat while rutting against his thigh, his own erection trapped brushing against both of their stomachs. Not that Kokichi grinding against him wasn't hot as hell (because it definitely was) but dear god, they were going to end up fucking against his door if he didn’t control the situation, now .

“ Ah! H-Hang on, we— mmh, s-should at least dry off first.”

“ Ughhhh, ” Kokichi exaggerated a groan, leaving a final bite to his jaw. Shuichi laughed at his impatience, slipping away to grab towels.

“It’ll take two seconds.”

“I can’t believe Shuichi has an innocent, vulnerable maiden in his dungeon, free for the taking, and he’s more worried about some water. ” He yelped as Shuichi tossed a towel on his head.

“I just want to make sure we’re comfortable before starting anything else.” Grumbling under his breath, he toweled his hair and dried off, because knowing Shuichi, if he tried to rush it he would only wait until he did it properly. When he looked up to see Shuichi watching him endearingly, Kokichi smiled, almost shyly.

“Hiya, detective.”

“Hello, Kokichi.” They held the tender looks for a bit longer, until Kokichi snickered and started to circle around him, dropping the towel carelessly on the floor.

“Soooo…” He plopped down onto the bed, swinging his feet so he was sitting with one leg extended and the other propped up, almost folded to his chest. “You plan on joining me, detective? Or are you gonna stand there all night? Maybe you’re a voyeur and you want to watch me play with myself first?” Shuichi did his best not to stare at his dick, and though he failed miserably, seeing how he was still half-hard sent a certain thrill of excitement through him. He stalked closer.

“I have to… keep a close eye on the criminal I’ve captured, don’t I?” Kokichi snickered.

“That’s the spirit.” The bed dipped as he joined the ‘criminal,’ the nerves suddenly returned in full swing. Shuichi placed one of his hands on top of Kokichi’s.

“Are you sure you want thi—?” Kokichi grabbed his face with both hands and looked directly into his eyes.

“Shuichi if you finish that sentence I swear to god I will gag you. I have been in love with you since, like—halfway through our first year. I’ve literally fantasized about this for years.”

“W-What…?!”

“Jesus Chr-” Kokichi groaned, leaning forward and knocking his forehead against Shuichi’s chest. “ Shuichiiiiii … beloved, darling, sweetie, honey, love of my life and apple to my eye… did you seriously, genuinely believe that all of the flirting I was doing was platonic ?”

“I-I didn’t want to assume anything…?”

“You are so dense sometimes.” Shuichi searched for something to counter with, perhaps a no, that’s wrong! but couldn’t find a sturdy argument because yeah, okay, maybe he was a little dense. Kokichi chuckled. “Well? Are you going to kiss me, or are you going to sit gaping at my lips like some sort of goldfish?”

“Impatient,” he muttered, pressing their lips together. Now, in the privacy of their own room, things were… softer. No longer in public, there wasn’t any need for haste. They could take things at their own pace without the possibility of anyone stumbling upon them.

Light nipping, sucking. Tugging at hair and squeezing of arms or thighs. Each took note of the other’s reactions to every action. Curious. A simple, innocent curiosity from both. Finally getting the chance to explore.

Kokichi bit Shuichi’s tongue, laughing when he hissed and pulled away and pouted. “What was that for?”

“Nothing in particular. Except maybe being painfully dense and oblivious to my advances for the past two years.” He booped Shuichi’s nose, giggling at how he blinked and went cross-eyed. “Apologize for making me feel unloved!”

“I’m sorry,” he huffed, mild sarcasm lacing his tone. “However can I make it up to you, dear leader?”

“Mmmm…” Foreheads pressed together, Kokichi brushed his nose against Shuichi’s. “Kiss me more.” So he did. Shuichi leaned back in, nipping at his lips more eagerly this time. It quickly heat up from the previous make out session, their movements more forceful, ready to move on with their escapade. Kokichi sighed as Shuichi’s tongue prodded his own. He pulled away, bringing a mixed line of saliva along with him.

“Mh… now look at you, getting me all worked up.” He flopped back, bouncing slightly with the motion with his unruly, still slightly damp hair bobbing. Kokichi was panting—face red, chest heaving, and sprawled out against the bed. The sight sent a throb right through Shuichi’s dick, and he shivered. Kokichi hooked a leg around Shuichi’s waist, tugging him closer until he fell on top of him, catching himself with his hands on either side of Kokichi’s head. “So? Are you going to take responsibility, Shu~i~chi~ ?”

“I suppose I will,” he replied with a soft smile that took the other off guard. Kokichi’s shock from such a loving look being directed towards him was overridden by a hand wrapping around his cock and lightly stroking him.

“Ah! Mmh…” He pressed his lips together, then gave a breathless laugh. “Nishishi~ come on, detective. You’re gonna need to do something more than another handjob if you want me to get hard agai—ah…!” Kokichi squirmed, back arching as Shuichi ran his thumb over the slit of his head, smearing the precum that had gathered and continuing to stroke him. Shuichi ghosted kisses up his neck, and Kokichi tilted his head to grant more access. Nipping at his jaw, just below his ear, Shuichi murmured with a teasing lilt in his voice.

“You already seem hard enough.” The quip caused Kokichi to snort, and he playfully shoved Shuichi’s shoulder.

“So my beloved detective is capable of jokes!” he grinned. “No matter how ri dick ulous they are.”

“Pfft-” Shuichi laughed, shaking his head. “That was even worse than mine.”

“Aww… is my beloved dick appointed?”

“No, not at all,” Shuichi responded immediately, twisting his hand when he stroked back to the head which pulled a sharp gasp from Kokichi. Although he knew it was a joke, he still felt the need to reassure him that he wasn’t disappointed. “T-This is… good, really good,” is what he landed on, for lack of better words to describe it. He felt Kokichi twitch in his hand, and he looked away. Shuichi took note of the red dusting his cheeks.

“I’m gonna go soft if you start getting all sappy on me,” he huffed—Shuichi not ignoring the fact that he’d definitely reacted to the praising words—and wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s neck, pulling him up to Kokichi’s face. He grinned. “C’monnn, gimme something good! Pound me with another joke.” Shuichi went red at the word ‘pound’ (which he just knew that Kokichi did purposely), though still tried to play along.

“I guess I’ll have to find one that… h-hits out of the ballpark?” Kokichi stared at him.

“I’m going to hit your balls if you say any more jokes as bad as that.” Shuichi laughed, and Kokichi couldn’t help but let a few giggles slip as well.

“Well, you can’t just put ‘dick’ into a word twice and think that it’s a good pun,” Shuichi lectured. “It was only good the first time, the second is less impactful.” Kokichi’s expression turned sly, like he’d got him just where he wanted him.

“Oh? You sound well versed in the area, my beloved.” He trailed one hand up Shuichi’s side, and he shivered as he passed over his ribs. “You’ll just have to show me how to put dick in things the proper way, won’t you?” Shuichi swallowed.

“I-I guess I will…” He wiped his hand off on the sheets and reached over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and grabbing a tube of lube—ignoring the amused eyebrow raise from Kokichi—and popped open the lid, pouring a sizeable amount onto his fingers.

“This is okay, right…?”

“Stop overthinking,” he murmured, brushing hair from Shuichi’s eyes. “It’s good. You can do whatever you want to me, Shuichi. I’d be happy no matter what if it’s with you.” He frowned, returning the gesture by cupping his face with his clean hand.

“I want you to enjoy it, too.”

“Didn’t you hear what I said? As long as it’s you, I don’t mind.” he smiled. “I’m already enjoying this. And that’s not a lie.”

“O-Okay… You’ll tell me if something stops feeling good, right?” He nodded. “Okay.” Slowly pushing a finger in, he observed Kokichi’s reactions. At a first glance he seemed composed, but looking closer it was obvious to see his breathing was heavier.

“C’mon, c’mon! Gimme another finger, I won’t break.” Shuichi hummed.

“You said… I could do whatever I wanted, didn’t you?” Kokichi stared at him, jaw going slack. “Well… I want to unravel you, slowly.” Kokichi gasped as Shuichi’s fingertip pressed directly into his prostate, and his hands clutched at the bedsheets. Shuichi continued to milk his prostate, leaving him barley able to get a word out.

“I- ah , I-I guess… I did say th aaah t…~” he bucked his hips, and a hand left the bedsheets to bury his eyes in the crook of his elbow and half hide his face in the pillows. “You always take me off guard… I kn..know Shuichi will take care of me.” Shuichi smiled, and he added a second finger. He continued stretching, as well as his attention to his prostate, pressing hard against it. Kokichi cried out and clenched around his fingers.

“Ahhaha,” Kokichi laughed wheezily, an attempt to cover up his whines. “Y-You’re really milking me over here, aren’t you? How does Shuichi know about that, huh? D-Does he do butt stuff, too?”

“‘Too?’” Shuichi noted with amusement, laughing when Kokichi glared at him. “Sometimes,” he admit. “You’re not the only one who’s thought about doing these things, you know.” Kokichi clenched around him again with a whimper, and he took a shaky breath, biting his lip.

“So my beloved is a pervert that w-wants me to rail him? Nishishi~ Good to kn- ohhh… ”

“Next time.” He bucked his hips, seeming to like the idea of an already promise next time. Shuichi scissored his fingers.

“Sh’ichi’s fingers are so long…” he whimpered, grinding down on them. “Ah…! S-So much better than mine.” Somehow, that was what made Shuichi the most embarrassed. Of course, he’d thought it was likely, but hearing Kokichi directly confirm it made his mind wander elsewhere.

Kokichi on his knees with his face buried in the sheets, fucking himself with three fingers knuckle-deep. Kokichi on his back squirming, pushing a dildo into himself and imagining it was Shuichi. Kokichi grinding a pillow with shaky sighs and whimpers, begging for release.

Begging Shuichi for release.

“Shuichi~!” He came, shooting ropes that landed on his own stomach as he gasped and panted heavily, and suddenly Shuichi wanted to see cum dripping from him in a lot of other places.

“Holy shit…” Kokichi murmured, hazily. “I think that’s the hardest I’ve come in my entire life.”

“Do you need a minute?”

“Hah, me? No way.” Shuichi shivered as Kokichi licked his lips. “I dunno about you, but I think I’m ready to jump into the main course, hm?”

“You’re certainly excited,” he commented, slowly pulling out his fingers. Kokichi grinned up at him, eyes full of adoration and eagerness.

“Cuz the fun’s not over yet, right?” With a soft breath, Shuichi smiled.

“No, it certainly isn’t.” He grabbed the lube, once again squirting a sizeable amount into his hand and lubing up his cock as he nudged Kokichi’s legs apart. He gently held one of his thighs. “I’m going to start pushing in,” he warned. Kokichi only spread his legs wider and held the leg that Shuichi wasn’t.

“Go ahead, beloved.” Biting his lip, Shuichi nodded. He lined up the tip, pressing it against his rim, and already took a shaky breath. Just the anticipation alone made him throb. He slowly pressed in, both gasping at the breach.

“ Oh- ”

“K-Kokichi…” He sighed, inching further and further into the boy of his affections. He had to refrain himself from forcing the rest of the way in, drinking in the sharp sounds of pleasure and whimpers as Kokichi instinctively pressed his hips back onto Shuichi. He was even allowing himself to be genuinely, fully vulnerable. That caused another throb, and a sharp inhale. Take it slow. He didn’t want to hurt Kokichi, after all.

He was nearly the whole way in, now. God, this was even better than he could have imagined. Just a bit more, and he-

“W-Wait!” Shuichi froze immediately.

“Are you okay? Do you need me to pull out?” Kokichi shook his head, taking a breath and leaning back against the pillows. Shuichi wiped his slippery hand on the sheets and reached out to sweep hair from Kokichi’s face.

“Just. I just need a minute.”

“Okay,” Shuichi replied softly, brushing his thumb against Kokichi’s hip. “Thank you for telling me. Let me know when you’re ready. Or if you need me to stop.”

“‘kay…”

“Is it okay to move?” Kokichi nodded, though Shuichi’s expression furrowed with concern. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, it’s just… different. I’ve never had someone’s dick up my ass before.” Shuichi flushed red.

“R-Right.”

“What, is Shuichi just now realizing he’s popped my cherry?” Kokichi sighed, draping himself over the pillows. “I can’t blame you for being surprised, what with how attractive I am.” Shuichi smiled softly.

“You’re right, you’re very attractive.” Kokichi opened his mouth to speak, but a moan came out instead as Shuichi rocked his hips and pushed the rest of the way in with that single movement. “You're beautiful, Kokichi. Breathtaking in every way.”

“Sh-Shuichi is,” he gasped, grabbing Shuichi’s shoulders and bringing him closer by locking his legs around his waist. “ Ssssuch a sap.”

“I just want to make sure you know.” He bucked his hips, this time a bit harder. “A leader should be praised, shouldn’t he?”

“Faster,” Kokichi breathed, grabbing Shuichi by the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. It was messy, and wet, but neither of them cared. Years of pining, and finally . Kokichi moaned into his mouth and Shuichi throbbed inside of him, causing him to whimper.

“Shu~ Ah, mhn… Sh-Shuichi!”

“Kokichi, you- a-ah…” Shuichi shifted the angle he was thrusting at, and Kokichi pulled him flush against his body, crying out.

“There! Holy shit there, oh god, fuck- Shuichi there there there please ,” he bit down on Shuichi’s collarbone, lapping at the skin with soft licks as an apology when he heard Shuichi hiss. He gasped into his shoulder, legs tightening around him.

“So good, Shumai is so good to me.” A particularly rough thrust made him scream, throwing himself back into the mattress as his eyes rolled back into his skull. “ Shuichi —fuck!” He continued pounding into that particular spot, satisfied with how Kokichi was reduced to a babbling mess of whimpers and moans. The Kokichi Ouma, rendered speechless by his cock.

“Feels so good,” he whimpered. “Don’t stop- Shuichi , don’t you dare stop!” He’s sure it was meant to come out as a command, but with how wrecked he was it sounded more like he was begging.

“Never,” he managed to choke back. “You’re so good, Kokichi. So good for me. I’m proud of you.” Shuichi nearly came right then as Kokichi clenched around him, and hard.

“H- Huh?” At hearing the confused sound, Shuichi opened his eyes to see Kokichi staring right at him, eyes wide. He smiled gently bringing a hand up to brush hair from his face as he continued slamming into him. His heart fluttered with warmth at how vocal Kokichi was being. He aimed for his lips, though missed and kissed the side of his mouth instead. 

“You’re incredible.” Not waiting for his response, he removed the hand from his face and reached between them to grab Kokichi’s cock. He responded with a dry sob and scratched his nails down Shuichi’s back.

“Kokichi, you’re amazing. You’re smart, a-and entertaining, and-“ with each praise, he writhed underneath of him. “You definitely aren’t boring.” That’s what made the dam shatter. Kokichi’s back arched off of the bed, leaning into Shuichi, and his cum splattered over both of their stomachs. He started to pull out, but Kokichi crossed his ankles and pulled him back.

“Inside! Come inside, I want Shuichi’s cum!” That in and of itself was almost enough to make him burst, thinking about filling him up, stuffing him deep and warm, and-

“Ah, K-Kokichi…! Shit -” Paradise. Forget the island, being here with Kokichi—being in Kokichi. This was paradise. The only place he wanted to be was alongside Kokichi. Shuichi, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with tender admiration for the other boy, slipped his arms underneath of him and pulled him into an embrace, continuing to thrust deeper. “Thank you,” he whispered, unsure of what exactly he was thanking him for. For trusting him? For loving him? For making love with him? Likely all of the above. “ Thank you thank you thank you… ”

“I love you,” Kokichi breathed into his ear. Shuichi jerked, burying himself to the hilt, then came with a groan, his limbs shaking. He rode both of them through their orgasms with sloppy thrusts. “ Oh… wow, I’m full… M-Man, you sure made a mess, d-didn’t you?”

“Oh, be quiet,” Shuichi huffed, smiling as he kissed him. Kokichi giggled.

“It wasn’t a lie, y’know.” His expression was… blank, but with a soft innocence. Similar to when he’d first reacted to Shuichi stumbling upon him the night before. That reserved part, only for him. “I really do love you.” Shuichi smiled.

“I love you, too.” Kokichi’s lip trembled, and with both hands cupping his face, he tugged Shuichi down for a kiss. He eagerly reciprocated, letting the kiss melt into something soft and warm.

Shuichi cleared his throat as they pulled away. “S-So, are we—?”

“Shuichi, if you ask me if we’re boyfriends while you still have your cock fully inside my ass I’m going to flip us over and ride you.” His cock stirred at that, and Kokichi’s eyes briefly widened before his face turned to an impish smirk. “ Ohhhh ,” he murmured. “So Shuichi is a pervert. I bet he’d like that, wouldn't he?” Shuichi flushed, adverting his gaze.

“W-Well… you’re a very alluring person…”

“Ooh, a pervert and a charmer, too!” Kokichi chuckled. “Nishishi~ its okay, that’s one of the many things that I love about you!” He rolled them so Shuichi was on his back, bracing himself with his hands on his chest. He bounced experimentally, and Shuichi gasped.

“The night is still young, beloved.” Kokichi brushed over one of Shuichi’s nipples, and he whimpered. “Tell me what you want.”

“I-I want… I want you to ride me, Kokichi.” He raised his hips, licking his lips.

“Good choice.”

“Ah, g-good morning, Kaede.”

“Shuichi!” The girl clasped her hands as she opened her door. “What did you need?” The boy blushed, and he seemed to be looking anywhere but her.

“I was… wondering if I could- b-borrow something?” Kaede raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, of course! What did you need?” He reached up, likely to grab his hat to cover his face, but settled for his bangs instead.

“D-Do you have waterproof makeup?” Waterproof makeup…? Kaede thought.

“Yeah, I do. Why do y-“ her eyes widened, and slowly, a knowing smirk grew on her face. “Ohhhh, I see…”

“K-Kaede, please -“

“Who's the lucky person?” She asked, leaning closer. Before Shuichi could respond, two arms wrapped around his waist from behind, and Kokichi peeked around him with a sly grin.

“Heyyyy, Akamatsu-chan!”

Yeah. Kaede had assumed so, but there was no denying it with the very obvious marks not-so-hidden by Kokichi’s scarf.

“K-Kokichi…!” Shuichi wheezed, and he looked just about ready to curl up into a ball and die.

“Aww, is my beloved embarrassed of me? I’d almost be hurt if I didn’t believe all the things you said to me last night~” Shuichi buried his face in his hands, mumbling about how oh god this is so embarrassing Kaede I’m sorry, Kokichi please stop teasing me I’m going to die-

Kaede couldn’t help but laugh, holding out a hand up to Kokichi. He snickered and high fived her.

“Come on in,” she offered, opening the door. “Before Miu gets back because she definitely won’t hold back on teasing you. I’ll take care of it for you.” Somehow, Shuichi turned more red.

“C-Could you… maybe just show us so w-we can… cover some of them?”

Oh.

Oh , there were probably-

Kaede grimaced, scrunching up her nose. “Yeah, on second thought, I don’t think I want to see all of those.”

“ Thank you, ” Shuichi wheezed again. For a moment, he thought he might be spared from any further embarrassment. Obviously he was horribly wrong, as Kaede nudged Kokichi and whispered,

“How was it?”

“ Kaede! ”