Chapter Text
Aren stood in the corner, observing the party that was going on around him. They were celebrating their graduation from PK Academy, and Hairo had decided to throw a crazy party that all of their classmates and then some had decided to attend. The pressure in the house was thick with nostalgia for the past years, as well as with anticipation for the future.
He was reminiscing about their time in school when Shun suddenly stumbled into him, making them both laugh.
“Hey, take it easy on the booze now, bud”, he said as he helped his friend steady himself.
“Yeah, I-I…” One of Shun’s eyes closed halfway as he stuttered, and Aren took that as a cue to steal the drink from his hand. “Hey!”
“I think you’ve had enough of that.” Then he tipped his head back and swallowed all of the glass’ intents in one sweep. Some mix of vodka and soda, and, knowing Shun, it was probably less than 10% vodka and 90% soda. “How the hell did you manage to get drunk on these drinks?”
“I-I dunno…” Shun stumbled again, so Aren helped him to a sofa where he sat him down.
After making sure that Shun wouldn't jump up and walk away immediately, Aren looked around again. In one part of the living room, Nendou and Hairo were in the middle of some not-totally-straight-looking sumo match, with a small crowd cheering them on. In another corner, Yumehara and Rifuta were speaking to Teruhashi as they tried not to show that they noticed all of the boys who were drooling over their shoulders. From his standpoint he could just barely make out what was happening in the kitchen, but he saw that Mera was stuffing her face with snacks beside Saiki and Saiko, who was trying not to get mad at Akechi who was babbling about something as usual.
He took a few steps towards the front door, thinking that some fresh air would do him good. Although, he didn't make it to the door.
Someone jumped into him with such a force that he barely had a chance to steady himself. The wall behind him could've easily won a prize in reliability of drunken falling-intos, if such a prize existed.
He looked up to see Aiura looking back at him with an intensity that made him draw in a breath, which filled his nose with the smell of her pleasant perfume. In a drunk blur of greenish hair and beautiful eyes, he barely registered the words that came out of her glittery lips.
"I just bumped into my ex", she whispered hastily, her breath warm against his skin. "Please make out with me, quickly!"
He blinked. Sure, he was drunk, but not this drunk, was he? There was no way that this was real. Alas, he felt his head nod slightly, and that was all that he had to do.
Aiura let a confident hand grab a hold of Aren's neck, and leaned in even closer. Her hand was confident as she let it draw upward, tangling itself in Aren's hair, tugging on it slightly, messing it up. It made Aren gasp, and that's when her eyes grew almost dark, determined, as they were dead set on Aren's. He gulped, equal parts frightened and aroused, and then she kissed him.
Her lips were as confident as her hands, and it felt as if she was playing him like an instrument she'd spent her whole life practising. The taste of beer on her lips mixed with the smell of her perfume, and with her weight pressing him against the wall, he was completely enveloped by her.
As she deepened the kiss, her hands travelled. One kept tugging at his hair while the other drew circles on his side, and although she was above his t-shirt, her nails were sharp enough to influence him. Again, he gasped, only this time he did it into her mouth. She quickly responded by playfully biting his lip, and the resulting puny but sexy pain was what broke him out of his stance.
Slowly, tenderly, he grabbed either side of Aiura and pulled her away. She didn't seem hurt by him ending the kiss, since she smiled almost smugly at him. There was barely any height difference between them, yet Aren felt as if she was hovering over him, like a wolf to its prey.
"That... that was..." He tried to speak, but found it hard to muster anything louder than a whisper. His head was spinning in a daze of perfume and beer, and he doubted that his drunkenness was solely to blame.
Aiura grinned, and placed a hand against the wall beside Aren's head. The other, she rested against the collar of his shirt, slowly dragging a nail down along his hot skin. His heart was beating as fast as it did in a gang fight, and it was all her doing. Judging by her ravenous expression, she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on him.
"You liked that, huh?" She leaned in to whisper, and although Aren's first reaction was to disagree, he couldn't make himself lie in this position even if he were to try.
"Yeah", he whispered back instead. And he meant it. They looked at each other for a long time, her leaning in over him as he was pressed against the wall.
Suddenly, someone broke their trance by stuttering out a "s-sorry to interrupt!" They looked to the side to see Shun backing away with his hands in the air. Judging by the shoe-holder that had suddenly fallen over, he had probably stumbled into it without them noticing. He looked between them, confusion and disbelief apparent on his expression, yet his drunkenness hinted that he wasn't sure to believe or even remember this tomorrow.
Aren looked back at Aiura, who was laughing slightly. "That boy is sloshed, huh?"
"Yeah", Aren said as he joined in on her soft laugh.
"You wanna go outside?" She offered, and he nodded.
He was dragged out through the door by yet another confident grip, and wondered if this girl ever wasn't self-confident. Outside, there was only another pair of boys who were looking kind of sick, so they walked over to a bench in the middle of the garden where they shared a few drinks of a whiskey bottle that Aiura conjured from who-knows-where.
Aren looked up at the darkening sky and breathed in the fresh night air. Then, he felt another gust of a certain perfume and looked down again.
Aiura was sitting beside him, smiling as she watched him. When he met her gaze, she let her fingers brush against his palm. Shivers made his body tremble, but she steadied him by placing her other hand on his knee. Again, she drew circles on his skin with those sharp nails, only this time she wanted more.
He tried to conceal his gasp as she drew her hand slowly across his thigh, but instead he almost choked on air unpleasantly. Aiura smirked and leaned in to whisper oh-so-delicately in his ear.
"Don't hide from me." Her fingers crossed one side of his thigh to the next, never stopping their ascent. "I want to hear your sounds." Now, her hand was resting against the crevices in his jeans around his crotch, and he breathed in sharply. "That's right", she whispered. At the same time as her fingers touched the sensitive skin just below his belt, she said; "make some noise for me, baby." And he did.
Never before had such touches affected him like this. Never before had he sounded like this from nothing but touches and kisses. Yet, here he was, helpless under his own strong feelings that only Aiura had made him feel.
He was gasping and breathing hard as she let her fingers trail the inside of his jeans, slowly getting closer to the front. When she finally got to the button on his jeans he couldn't handle any more of this slow tempo, and had no choice but to beg her.
"Please", he said, almost choking on his words. "K-kiss me again." He wondered briefly what his old self would think of him now. What his mullet would say if it knew that he could beat up a bunch of guys like it was nothing, yet act this submissive from just a few touches by Aiura. He shook his head, because he didn't care at all. She made him feel amazing and he wanted, no, needed, more.
Thankfully, she suddenly seemed about as desperate as him, because she completely discarded the sensuality and more or less jumped onto Aren. Their lips met with a ferocity that none of them were really prepared for, yet none of them cared. Hands entangled in hair, nails dug into flesh, hips rutted against legs. Everything was a mess and Aren had no clue of who was touching who and who was touching what.
His head was spinning in pleasure, and nothing was enough. He felt a bolt of bliss run through him as Aiura growled at exactly the same time as he did. They were both desperate, their needs never quite pleased.
She was trailing kisses and bite marks along Aren's neck when he let out words he had no way of stopping.
"Fuck me", he said. "I want you to fuck me."
Aiura moaned into his neck, biting down hard enough for him to mimic her sound.
"Oh, baby", she said. "I will ravish you."
"Aren?"
Aren groggily came to without knowing where or barely who he was. He heard a knock, and opened his eyes in time to see a blurry picture of his friend in a doorway. After blinking a few times, he finally saw him properly. Shun was standing by the entrance of the room, a shocked expression plastered over his face as he looked at something on the floor beside the bed.
"S-sorry", he said. "Hairo made breakfast, but, uh, you don't have to... uh, see ya."
He quickly backed out of the room and closed the door before Aren was able to reply. Confused, he looked to his side, and almost jumped as he saw a sleeping Aiura lying naked beside him, her body barely covered by their shared blanket. Looking down, he saw that he himself was about as modest, and sighed as he tried not to feel too embarrassed about Shun having seen them.
Leaning past Aiura, he looked down at what had made Shun flee the room, and cringed.
On the floor, open in the air for all to see, was a large dildo fastened to a strap-on and a bottle of lube, whereas some of it had left a long trail along the floor.
Aren face-palmed, embarrassment creeping through his body from head to toe. But then he felt something shift below him and quickly got something else to think about.
Aiura dragged him up so that he was laying on top of her, and she smirked up at him.
"Mornin', hot stuff", she said, her voice raspy and sexy. She drew her nails down his back, which made him shiver of pleasure.
"Goodmorning, handsome", he replied, relaxing under her touch.
She laughed softly.
"You were great last night", she more or less purred into his ear. "Such a good boy."
"Thank you", he replied happily. He nuzzled his face into her neck and took a deep breath, enjoying her smell. "You were, too. Amazing, I mean."
She hummed pleasantly, and they stayed like that for a while.
“So”, Aren said after a while. “Did you make your ex jealous, or…”
“I don’t know if it was even her”, Aiura said. “It probably wasn’t.”
Aren blinked. “Are you serious?” He started to laugh, because honestly, why was he surprised?
“Hey, it was as good a reason to start kissing you as any!”
He rolled over so that he lay beside her, and lightly punched her shoulder.
“And here I thought that I was a knight in shining armour, saving you from your villainous ex.”
“Well”, she said, trailing those amazing nails down his side again. “You might not have saved me, but can certainly help me.” She winked at him, and reached for the thing that was on the floor, and he smirked.
“Oh, yes”, he agreed. “I definitely can.”