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his body felt heavy, swaying, burning... he loved it.
drinking should be legal for all ages, thats what takeru believed. the feeling you got while drunk was like no other, and was selfish to not allow everyone to enjoy it!
takeru was 17, in three years, he would legally be allowed to drink, but hell, what would change SO much in the next three years!?
he stumbled into an ally, where he could hear strange noises. what, was someone having sex or something? he groans, knowing this way was the quickest and most secure way to get home without being seen with his 12 pack of beer he payed his older friend to buy him.
as he walked, the sound keep getting louder and louder. he peaked his head around the corner to see what was happening, and the sight made him freeze.
four men, most likely wound his age, all fighting.
he stayed hidden, watching the fight. his eyes were drawn to the teen in the tank top... he stood out after all. the 3 other teens wore all black biker clothes, and had their hair died crazy colors and styled like they were anime villains... probably a wannabe gang or some club.
as the men went down one by one, takeru could see the tank topped man shine in sweat, blood rolling down his body as he single-handedly took down the three men. as the mans fist slam into the last standing member, takerus body reacted immediately, longing for the man infront of him. what was this? takeru never felt like this before... but fuck, did it feel good.
the tank top man wiped the sweat off his face with one of the mans jackets, before starting to walk off.
the man was well build, tall, buzz cut... takeru liked him already- 'love at first sight' or whatever those weirdos say. takeru watched the man walk away, his body shivering, screaming at him to go after the man...
takeru ran after the man, the beer clinking together as he caught up.
the man glares at takeru, sizing him up.
and all takeru was able to say, was
"want a beer?"
...........
the two men sit on the rooftop, drinking together.
"so, what- you just fight random guys on the street?"
he asked the man, who he had learned the name to be 'morizono aguni', a 18 year old man, just a year older then takeru himself.
"i dont fight unless i have to. protecting myself out here is all"
"ahhh, i see"
takeru takes another chug of his beer before adding on
"it was pretty hot if you ask me"
morizono looked a bit surprised by takerus words. 'hot' was only ever referred to as temperature around aguni. sure, he was complemented and crushed on, but nobody ever told him how he fought was 'hot'.
"you think it was hot?"
morizono questioned, now a bit amused.
"obviously, who wouldnt!? it was bad ass man- you danced all over those scums like you could do it in your sleep. plus, you have a nice build dude, extremely attractive"
that night, morizono and takeru became best friends. they spent all of their time together. morizono would fight, and hatter would join in. they became an unstoppable duo, a team. takeru had morizono's back, and mori had takerus back as well, never without doubt would they protect eachother.
takeru fell deeper in love every minute he spent with mori, it was starting to hurt just how much he wanted the other man for himself, to own him...
he couldn't tell if mori felt the same, even as they grew closer and closer.
....
one night, 6 months into their 'relationship' whatever that was... takeru couldn't take it anymore, and made a bold... bold move...
one night, the two of them got drunk at takerus place.
both were so out of it, slurring their words, all over eachother.
takeru slowly reached into mori's pants, palming his cock through his boxers.
morizono lets out a soft hum, allowing this to happen. takeru leans forewords, staling mori's lips in a passionate kiss. the kiss eventually turned into a battle of dominance inside each others mouths, their tongues dancing together. takeru keep his hand going, palming and stroking mori through his boxers. mori groans into the kiss, his hips bucking for more friction.
kissing eventually led to takerus pants coming off, and mori's fingers making their way inside him, stretching him out and exploring his insides.
"is this ok?"
mori asked, curling his fingers. takeru struggled to respond, his entire body tingling in pleasure.
"its amazing..."
mori dug his finger deeper, curling and stretching, in and out. was this heaven? takeru never wanted it to end, and his body felt on fire as he imagined going father than this.
"hey, mori?"
"hm?"
"can we have sex?"
morizono was taken off guard by takerus sudden bluntness.
"is that what you really want?"
he asked, looking into takerus eyes. takeru nods.
"i have to hear you say it, verbally tell me this is what you want, and you consent"
takeru sighs.
"i want your dick inside me, man, i consent to being fucked so hard i cant remember my own name"
...oh wow.
aguni blushed a bit, but began taking his own pants off now too.
"oh, your a big boy"
takeru comments with a grin, watching mori blush.
"just shut up"
he reached for his coat, and took out his wallet. he took out a condom from his wallet.
"oh, you freaky bastard, you came prepared"
takeru teased.
"your just as desperate as i am, dont deny it"
mori spoke up
"i never denied anything, beautiful"
takeru moans at the praise, his body reacting, tingling with need. he always loved having such attention.
.....
the pace was fast and brutal, each thrust aimed for takerus g spot, making him squirm and moan out. mori's stomach flexed with each thrust, his face looking so tense, yet, blissed out just as much as takeru. his hips hurt due to mori's tight grip, and he loved it. he could feel his body clenching around mori, sucking him deeper in desperately wanting more, more so much more. the pleasure was so much, yet not enough, and knowing that mori was manhandling him like this... holding onto him so tight as he thrusted into him... fuck... it was such a turn on.
their skin slapped together aggressively as mori pounded into takeru like a wild animal, chasing his own pleasure, but at the same time trying to please takeru.
"im close"
takeru moaned out, gripping mori's shoulders and pulling him down chest to chest. this angle allowed mori to thrust even deeper, causing takerus eyes to roll back as his mouth hangs open with no sounds.
mori connects their lips, their mouths once again joining as one as their tongues danced together in the hot flames.
their orgasms hit harder than a train, as mori strokes takeru through his, takerus back was arching so prettily, as if trying to float away from the overwhelming sensations. aguni keep thrusting into him, riding out the waves of pleasure. when done, they both pant and gasp for air.
without a shower, dressing, or even wiping eachother down, they lay in each others arms, never wanting to leave.
an hour later, takeru spoke up.
"are you still drunk?"
"tipsy, but im here"
"same"
takeru chuckles a bit.
"why do you ask?"
...
"i was wondering if you regret what we did tonight"
...
"do you?"
mori asked, his grip around takeru waist tightening just a bit.
"no, i dont regret anything"
...
"well then, neither do i, baby"