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In Reo’s defense, he’s just a normal boy.
Exorbitant amounts of wealth and jackpot lottery genetics aside, he actually, truly, is. Like any regular, average, adolescent joe, his sensibilities are pretty run of the mill. He smiles when he’s happy, cries when he’s sad. Can’t help but raise his voice when he’s mad. He loves and he hates, just like how he loves football and Nagi and mildly hates his parents. He’s well-adjusted, and it means that he’s able to react appropriately whenever he experiences Feelings. Just like any other normal boy!
So when a dick rubs up against his ass–jesus fuck, Nagi–he really can’t blame his little guy for fucking stiffening up. Because it’s a normal boy reaction! It’s because Nagi insisted I have to hug you from behind to show Reo the game controls that they're in this precarious position: ass slotted between Nagi’s legs, almost flush with his crotch as they sit on the floor. And every now and then Nagi’s clothed dick will press up against Reo’s ass. So now Reo has a boner. He peels his boyfriend off his back with an excuse of Let me get off–I mean, please get me off–I mean!! I’m getting coffee!, and he manages to only verbalize the last part, so he thanks his treacherous brain for not betraying him too entirely.
Nagi, who now lies shriveled on the floor where Reo detached from him, looks at him with his big round eyes. So innocent, so pure. Like a baby’s. Except Reo remembers the sensation of Nagi jr. rubbing up against him and fuck. Forget being a baby. Nagi can give him babies instead, fuck, it sounds so good and–
Nagi says, “Will Reo cum for me?”
What?
“Wh...what?”
“I said,” Nagi flips onto his stomach, switching the game he was teaching Reo into the advanced campaign, “Will Reo come back for me?”
Ah.
"You were asking if I'll come back for you??"
"Yes?"
Ahh.
“Ah. Y-yeah. Yeah, haha, of course I'll cum come back, my treasure.”
“Come back and I’ll get your ass wet later ‘kay?”
“...come again?”
Nagi blinks at him blankly. “I said come back and get me a glass of water,” then seeing Reo frozen in place, “Um. Please?”
Oh.
Hahahaha.
Well, ok.
Reo smiles, hiding the fact that he’s feeling what could be early signs of insanity. “Alright, Nagi. I’ll give you my ass– I mean, I’ll get you a glass of water! Be right back!”
He shuts the door behind him. Then he whips out his phone, pressing the quick dial button.
“Baaya. I need a schedule with a psychiatrist. And an ENT doctor, asap.”
xxx
Good news. He’s not schizophrenic, and he’s not going deaf either.
Bad news. He has to resort to self-diagnosis, and his symptoms only lead to one possible conclusion: he’s got a massive case of Horny. Stage 5, fatal.
Now, Horny is just a Normal Boy Thing, and Reo doesn't have a stigma against it at all. But it is bad news because Horny concerns his sweet and innocent Nagi. Nagi, who in the beginning of their relationship, the first time Reo endeavored tugging down Nagi’s pants, had stopped Reo, shyly admitting that he was worried about them having sex. That he wasn’t sure what to do.
Reo had been understanding. It’s Nagi’s first romantic relationship, after all, and any slightest form of human contact Nagi has had experience in comes up to nil. While it was Reo’s first real relationship too, he does boast a few casual hookups in his portfolio, courtesy of curiosity and rich boy boredom. But it’s uncharted territory for Nagi. And while his treasure’s never been the cautious type, Reo gets that sex is just a whole other thing. It’s valid. Reo gets it.
(Reo, actually, does not get it.
Reo thinks Nagi’s concern is of the ‘it’s my first time and i’m shy’ variety. This could not be further from the truth.
In fact, Nagi’s genius gives him foresight, despite his reputation as a being of instinct, one that lacks foreplanning and self-inhibition. The truth is that Nagi is a shameful member of r/bigdickproblems, and through Nagi’s absolute intelligence, Nagi’s sure of what that entails for Reo’s cute and tiny ass.
Nagi had said I’m worried, and the full meaning of it had been I’m worried I’ll wreck your ass.)
And of course, Reo’s a considerate lover, and seeing Nagi shy, for the first time, had been novel and endearing and tugged on his heart.
He had said, feeling smug and benevolent, “It’s alright, Nagi. We can stop for now ok?”
To which his sweet boyfriend replied, “Um. We still can Reo, but just…slow. We have to do it slow.” (It had meant: I need to enter you slowly because my dick’s too big.)
Reo, completely missing that he was already being slow (the synonym for idiot), had laughed and kissed Nagi’s cheek, and pulled his pants back up.
“I don’t mind at all, my treasure,” he had cuddled Nagi against him, throwing a blanket on top of them. A definitive gesture that sexytimes is over. “We’ll take it slow. Don’t worry. I love you no matter what, ok?”
(And Nagi can be just as stupid as Reo when it comes to their relationship. One I love you from Reo’s lips, and all the blood in his dick drained to compensate for the smitten, giggling beating of his heart.)
That was two months ago. And they haven't gone further than heavy make out sessions since. Frankly, Reo’s benevolence has never gotten back to bite him in the ass so bad.
The thing is– he’s horny now, and he’s been horny before, but it’s especially bad now because Nagi is– Nagi is being–
Nagi’s fidgeting with a bottle of water as he watches Bergkamp on his phone, big hand easily covering its length, barely having to move his wrist as he jerks it up and down and up and down. Then he’s uncapping it, circling the rim with a thick middle finger, before plunging in, the single digit completely filling the bottle’s mouth, the water inside it gushing, what the fuck, that hole should be my a–
–Nagi is being so stupidly sexy, and it’s driving Reo insane.
“Reo?” Nagi’s beautiful, babyish gray eyes looks up at him. As if Nagi hasn’t just been finger fucking his water bottle.
Nagi traces Reo’s gaze to the bottle in his hand.
“Uhh…you want a sip?”
No, I want to suck y– “No thank you, my treasure,” he gulps heavily. Then he adds, feigning normalcy, “You’ve stuck your finger in it too. Gosh, Nagi, that’s not sanitary at all you know.”
Nagi hums. Slowly, painfully, dipping the digit back in, “I just wanted to get it wet.”
He means his finger, he means his fucking finger jesus christ Mikage, get a hold of yourself.
“Hahaha. Alright, my treasure.”
“Try it too,” he pushes the bottle in front of him. And Reo swears, the next thing Nagi says, he says in a lower octave, a deep, rolling bass, because it goes straight to his dick when Nagi says
“I'll get you wet, Reo.”
I already fucking am!
And would anyone believe what happens next? It's like a cruel test of sainthood. Nagi takes Reo's hand, guiding it towards the head of the water bottle-cock, like he's teaching Reo how to stroke a different thing sweet jesus divine– he takes Reo's pointer finger and concentrates it on the bottles head, hold tightening where his thumb and pinky encircle the bottle, making the plastic crinkle, the water inside it spilling– Reo's mind runs a million miles per hour thinking about the stupid water bottle as Nagi's cock, or maybe the stupid bottle as Reo 's cock– let me get you wet, Reo– fuck, that'd do it– he'd fucking spill, jerked off by both of their hands, and Nagi would say–
“You're making such a mess.”
–except it's what Nagi actually says, nothing in short purred that and oh my god, Nagi, you can’t just say things like that.
“That feel good Reo?”
Nagi asks it like it’s an actual question. And haha, wouldn't he wanna know? Does he wanna know what else feels good? Reo will show him what feels good. Forget the fucking handjob. Hold him with a different kind of tightness, take Nagi deep until their hips meld together, fucking show him, teach Nagi how not to make a mess because when Reo does make him spill, it'd be straight into Reo's a–
xxx
It's like the whole universe is conspiring against him, honestly.
Reo was just idly snacking on cherries from the grocery Baaya dropped off for him, nice and serene, all alone in his dorm. He even forgot all about his horny thoughts! Reo just doesn't know what he did to deserve his peace wrangled out from him so mercilessly. Not for the first time, he regrets befriending Zantetsu Tsurugi.
Zantetsu is an idiot, so when he barges in with Nagi into Reo’s dorm’s kitchen, Reo should have expected what was coming, and promptly vacated the perimeter to safeguard his inner peace.
Nagi, his sweet, sweet boyfriend, asks innocently enough: “I want one, Reo,” pointing at the cherries as he sits down beside him. He opens his mouth, pink tongue glistening, and nope, Reo doesn’t think about anything else, no siree, just sharing food, all nice, and sweet, and wholesome–
“Ah,” Zantetsu, whose stupidity is a health hazard to Reo, says, “You're making Reo pop your cherry, huh Nagi?”
Oh my god, “You idiot, that doesn’t mean–”
“Be quiet, Zantetsu. Reo, more,” Nagi demands, uncaring towards what Zantetsu just said. He’s rested his head onto the table, eyes closed, mouth open, as if in a silent moan, and god, the things Reo would do to him. Reo is slowly learning to live a life with constant horny screaming in his head, and he feeds Nagi another cherry, borderline crazed as his fingers graze soft lips. He watches, transfixed, as the juicy fruit bursts between Nagi’s teeth, tongue darting out to catch the sweet wetness that leaks from his mouth and– it’s just a cherry, please, he’s just feeding his boyfriend fruit, why the fuck does he have to get horny over this.
It’s only thanks to Zantetsu being in the same room that Reo doesn’t develop a full hard-on. But the gratitude doesn’t last for long.
Because Zantetsu, damn him to all hell, plucks out a cherry stem. Sticks it into his mouth and he says, “Hey Nagi, do this. If you can tie a cherry stem into a knot using only your mouth, it means you’re good in English.”
Idiocy is so fucking dangerous, “You dumbass, that’s not what that means–”
“Then, I’ll show off,” Nagi sticks his tongue out, then places a stem on top of it. Pulls it into his mouth. “Watch me, Reo.”
It takes no time at all. No time at all, jesus, Nagi’s lips barely even moved after he put the stem into his mouth, and now he’s sticking his tongue out, the knot perfect and tight on top of it–does he even know the implication of this?– he’s looking up at Reo through his eyelashes, eyes hooded and dark, absolutely sinful, and Reo could just see it; Nagi between his legs, the wet glint of his lips from a different substance, sticking his tongue out to make a knot out of Reo’s coc–
“Heh, nice mouth! Guess you’re good at english then!” Zantetsu spits the chewed up fibers of his stem. “It’s ‘cause you have a lot of practice with Reo, huh!”
Reo almost cries. I wish, Zantetsu, he thinks hysterically. I really fucking wish.
xxx
A fit body is one of the best investments that can be made by anyone, more so professional athletes like Nagi. But Nagi would still rather live the life of a sessile creature despite his career, so it’s up to Reo to make sure that he doesn’t end up marrying a basal animal.
He drags Nagi to the campus gym. Big, big, big mistake.
Because by some miracle, Nagi’s now following the regimen Kunigami made for him with a newfound vigor. So when he’s done his warm up and finished half of his reps, he’s sweaty and breathing heavily, muscled chest heaving, his sleeveless shirt baring swollen biceps, arm muscles shifting as he brings a bottle up his lips, head tilted up, making water spill along his neck, and down down downwards, where Nagi has lifted his shirt to cool off, flat abs the perfect surfboard where Reo could– Reo would– Reo would–! He's rendered internally crying. Nagi’s so fucking rideable, it's unsafe because Reo just can’t, shouldn't, he has to be a gentleman, and he’s about to die because of fucking chivalry.
“Spot me, Reo,” Nagi demands when he’s done taking a break.
“S-sure, my treasure,” Reo says, the sound of danger danger danger loud in his head.
Nagi presses his back against a bench, rolling a barbell over his legs, to his crotch. It’s unfortunate that Reo’s brain cells are still recovering from a horny fry, because he should have expected the peril that what was coming.
Back shifting, thighs flexed. Nagi’s crotch raises to the air in a hip thrust, the weight of the barbell forcing him to exhale with a grunt. Reo gulps. Nagi keeps going. Up, down, up. A moan, down. Up, grunting. Moan, down. Up– Hahaha I’m done for– and down, then the sluttiest fucking moan, Nagi he’s just– he’s making these sounds and he’s so strong–
Deep breaths. You are a Mikage man. You love Nagi. You are a gentleman.
Reo’s eye catches on the weight plate– 90 lbs on each side holy crap he’s hip thrusting Reo’s weight. More than Reo's weight. He’s hip thrusting heavier than Reo so easily and fuck, Nagi do you really need that? Do you need that barbell still? I’m right here, please, let's just fuck in the gym–
Reo jumps from his thoughts when a hand claps on his shoulder, an impressed whistle beside him. It’s Kunigami.
“Nice form Nagi! Your thrust is strong!” Haha, yeah, Nagi's thrust is just. so. strong. right ?!?!!? Reo, with everything in the world that he could offer, would very desperately like to experience it firsthand.
“Pfft. I can hip thrust more than that,” Barou appears next to Reo’s other side.
Barou and Nagi have this constant dick measuring contest going on (shit, don’t dwell on that–). Barou and Nagi constantly bicker about , so when Barou taunts that, Nagi shoots him an irritated look. But the glint in Nagi’s eyes tell that he won’t back down. Challenge accepted.
Nagi gets back to preparatory position, and taps both his thighs with his hands.
“Here,” he gestures towards Reo, “Ride me, Reo.”
And god, they're in public, but that sounds so good to fucking hear but he definitely doesn’t mean it like that at all, but little Reo jr. is still so inspired by it and don't get a boner, don't get a boner, please, he's wearing thin workout shorts. do not. get. a boner–!
His dick thankfully deflates, but only thanks to Barou, who barks out, “Huh?! You're asking Mikage to ride you?! In public?!”
“Hah? I’m showing you up stupid king. I can thrust on Reo" Why can't the ground just swallow me whole– " and this barbell at the same time, so I’m still better than you.”
“Then put another fucking weight plate!! Don't fucking– mount Reo in public, damn exhibitionist!”
Nagi as an exhibitionist, hahaha, that'd be so fucking hot, but then he's so ashamed of his degeneracy because Nagi, his sweet, pure, innocent angel, says, “The hell does that mean, exhibitionist.”
“An exhibitionist is a person involved in exhibitionism, which is a sex kink–” Zantetsu, stupid fucking Zantetsu, in an unprecedented display of being correct for once, appears like a demon conjured from thin air. Of all the times Zantetsu can choose to be not an idiot, it just has to be to make Reo’s life a living hell.
The rush of panic-shame-adrenaline ignites Reo’s self-preservation instincts and he bolts , stealing the attention from Zantetsu.
“It’s a race Zantetsu! Last one to the dorm is the world’s biggest idiot!”
“It will be my victory!” the idiot declares, promptly chasing after Reo.
Reo runs as fast as he can, but he doesn’t escape his horny thoughts. He runs, and runs, and all he thinks about is Nagi pressed against the gym bench, Reo on top of him, his hands on Nagi’s muscled thighs and rock-hard abs to keep himself steady, people around them pretending not to look as Nagi thrusts–
Reo starts to scream. Fueled by sin and ungodly fantasies, Reo sets his personal record in running, beating the speedster Zantetsu for the first time.
xxx
Nobody is being of any help to Reo.
“You aren't being sympathetic at all!” he whines.
The redhead deadpans, "Because I am not a simp and I am not pathetic. No offense," Reo groans and takes offense anyway.
“I mean, you can’t blame me. It’s Nagi ,” Chigiri takes an unapologetic sip off his coffee. “He’s like. As sexy as an anthropomorphized pillow. I just don't get it.”
“Reo’s attracted to him 'cuz he’s his boyfriend,” Karasu rationalizes. The subtext to it is Yeah, I wouldn’t fuck Nagi either.
“This is such a non-problem,” Shidou complains annoyingly. He dorms with Karasu, and they weren’t able to kick him out when he found that the three of them were meeting because Reo had to vent about his sex life. His no-sex life.
“Being horny is a Normal Boy Thing. If you’re in heat and too chicken to cheat or ride dick, just masturbate. Easy peasy.”
“I am not too chicken to ride dick– I’m being a gentleman! And I already jerk off!” crap it just slid out. Damn Shidou.
“Oho, little Mikage prince masterbates ? Do demonstrate.”
“Uh-uh, no joke-hitting on Reo,” Chigiri quickly warns.
Shidou scoffs, “It’s not a joke, I really wanna see–”
Karasu elbows him, “Drop it man, you’ll summon Nagi.”
“Summon me why?”
“!–what the,”
“I warned you.”
The object of Reo’s lust, the epicenter of his most carnal desire, the reason Reo called this emergency meeting, his boyfriend, stands awkwardly by the door. And what the fuck, what the hell is he doing here? Please, Reo just needs reprieve from his horny thoughts; he didn't even tell him where he was going! Reo doesn't get the chance to ask Nagi because Shidou, to his absolute horror, rises from his seat and circles Nagi, pink succubus eyes inspecting him.
“Hmm. Tall. Good mass. Big bones, maybe? Sick, good muscles too,” Nagi’s too confused to do anything about Shidou, and Reo kicks the part of his brain that goes yes, yes you are so right, Shidou, can't believe you of all people get me .
“Yeah I get it, Mikage. I get why you like him.”
The validation is nice–if a little weird since it’s coming from Shidou–but it doesn’t discount the fact that Reo feels unsafe. Having Shidou in a room with Nagi, with his knowledge of Reo’s plight and with Shidou being Shidou– it’s dangerous, it's unsafe, and they should get out of here–
“Mikage's boyfriend’s got massive dick. Total freaking beef bus. Congrats.”
Nagi pales. Chigiri chokes on his drink. Reo straight up dies.
“How the– You sure? How the fuck can you tell,” Karasu asks, both horrified and impressed.
Shidou shrugs, “I’m a man at one with nature. Human bodies included. The reproductive parts, specifically. For example, Karasu is like, 5? 6 inches? Flaccid.”
“Shit, you’re legit!”
“Yeah man. I’m a perfect 10, by the way, erect, and Reo’s boyfriend–”
Reo wills what little life force he has left into slamming his head onto the table, effectively cutting off Shidou.
“Reo!” and aww, his boyfriend is concerned for him. Please, fuck me with your apparently huge beef bus–
“Sorry I just need to give head– I mean, I need to get bred– I mean!” Crap, crap, crap!!! “I need a fucking benadryl!”
A soft gasp, “Oh nooo, Reo’s evil allergies,” his boyfriend’s so cute, his boyfriend’s so cute, his boyfriend’s so cute, Reo wants to be wrecked by him, “Let me have you in bed, Reo. I’ll make you feel good.”
Reo’s done. Reo’s so done. Chigiri hangs his head in second-hand embarrassment. Karasu tries and fails to restrain Shidou.
“Fuck yeah, atta boy! Make Mikage feel good!” Shidou cackles, “RIP your ass Mikage! Have fun with that eleven-inch horse cock!–”
xxx
It crests, culminates, climaxes , because of a cream-filled donut.
Reo’s busy playing around with a new football software he’s leading the development of back in Mikage Tech. Nagi is only mildly interested next to Reo, mind clearly somewhere else as he fidgets with a piece of the dessert.
They’re the kind a world-renowned chef makes, freshly procured by Baaya for his and Nagi's enjoyment. The pastry’s still a little too heavy for Reo, sugar glaze and cream-filling too indulgent for Reo's more fresh preference. Nagi likes them a lot though, so Reo doesn't ask Baaya to have the recipe changed.
But right now, Nagi seems less intent on eating it and enjoying the treat–scratch that, Nagi looks like he’s really enjoying the treat, eyes intense as he plays with the hole where the cream had been piped. Stroking, probing, damn near massaging the stupid thing. Tongue poking out with how concentrated he looks, hah, and Reo– just has to not look. Don’t look and you’ll be fine. He’s Nagi, his silly, playful, lazy, ADHD’d boyfriend who’s just playing with his food, while casually being the most erotic temptation of all heaven all adorable and cute– and they promised to take it slow, so calm down, Mikage, keep your Horny at bay!! And it's a losing battle, because then Nagi starts licking at the cream being spread around by his fingers. Reo's only seeing him from short glances, but suffice to say, Reo has never been so jealous by a fucking desert.
And Mikage Reo is just a man. He loves and he hates, and when there’s something that attracts him–a football skill, a work of art, a treasure, in the form of a white-haired genius with gorgeous gray eyes and thick fingers and all the things that dreams are made of– when there’s something he wants, the rule of his existence is to take it, and in the off-shoot chance that he just can’t – well he can at least look, can’t he? He gulps, and he only wanted to peek at Nagi for a short time, but the eyes of shifting galaxies have its stars coalesced now, birthing a dark blackhole, sucking Reo in because Nagi’s looking at Reo so they’re staring each other in the eye when Nagi plunges two fingers into the donut, the cream leaking with a lewd squelch, oh god, oh god, oh god.
“I made a mess,” Nagi drawls unsincerely. His hands emerge, covered in thick whip cream, which he then– “Clean it for me Reo,” –pushes between Reo’s lips, carefully peeling pink petals open, smearing the white thing inside Reo's mouth.
Reo loses all executive control. Nagi sees it, and he retracts his hand, leaving a spot of white outside Reo’s lips. For a split second he looked worried, and then for moment he’s just staring at Reo, that same intense look, until he closes his eyes, leans back against his seat, tilting his head back with a sigh.
“Ahhh, I can’t anymore. I’m pretty cringe, huh Reo?”
“N-no way. That’s never true, my treasure,” Reo is snapped into some semblance of clarity, Nagi’s negative and false self-talk jolting his senses. “What makes you say that?”
“It’s just. I’ve been making so much effort seducing you but I suck at it. Ahhh, what a pain.”
Ah.
...Huh?
Nagi’s been…what ???
“H-huh? Hahh, um...I’m sorry? You’ve been doing what???”
He isn’t going deaf, and he isn’t schizophrenic, there’s no way, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god–
“Seducing you. To have…sexy times. Been working so hard...”
He pulls Nagi’s shoulders to face him, and he finds that Nagi’s sporting a pout. Nagi, seriously!!
“I didn’t know you were seducing me!”
Nagi’s mouth morphs into an x, “Negative rizz Nagi. Zero bitches. This is such an L, aaaaaaa, just tell Barou to kill me–”
“No, no! No dying by Barou!!” Reo squishes Nagi’s cheeks so he shuts up, “Since when have you been seducing me?!”
Nagi’s head hangs down, “I thought I was being direct the first time. Like, rubbing you. I even used my words. Then I masturbated a water bottle for you–”
Since the fucking video game night?? “But you took them back!! Your words!!I thought I was hearing things!!”
Nagi’s blushing like he’s embarrassed, it’s rare, and it’s cute, but Reo is also about to die, “...I got shy the first time.”
“Shy?!?!– And the one in the gym?!”
“Kunigami said exercising is hot–”
Oh my god, “Yes,” Reo’s breathless from disbelief. He cups his hand on Nagi’s cheeks, and his boyfriend gains the confidence to look him in the eyes again, “You were. You are, god, Nagi, I’ve been losing my mind, you were– you were so hot. So fucking sexy. I was holding myself back because…Fuck, baby, I didn’t know! I thought, because you said –”
“That we have to take it slow, right?” Reo's dizzy. Disbelieving. And so very, very, horny, because Nagi looks different now, determined, like he’s taking this very seriously. He holds both Reo’s hands and closes in on Reo’s space, purposeful, intense. Fuck. “I didn’t mean it like that. But I should’ve just told Reo, right?” kissing the cream off of Reo’s lips.
“Guess I’ve been holding back too,” he whispers, knee nudging Reo’s thighs apart.
Reo pants, the only air in his lungs the one he’s exchanged with Nagi, “You never– never have to do that with me, my treasure. Just– I'm ready to give you my all, ok? I want to. And also I…I want all of you too.”
Nagi’s blackhole eyes glint with impossible light, the smirk playing at his lips ruining, “Then, let me show off, Reo.”