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It was around ten at night when they were together. In the shady house team skull inhabited, there was a small room, Guzma's room.
Normally he'd be the only one in it, grunts and especially non-team skull members would never step foot into the room. But there was a certain exception, Toren, that is.
Toren was a big help to team skull, especially Guzma. Helping him get stronger in ways he could never think of that made him special. But there was something else about him, as embarrassing as it was to admit, the two had been getting closer and not in a friendship way.
It was something that could be considered intimate but still adjacent to a romantic relationship. They would find comfort in being close, talking casually, and sometimes even brushed up against one another.
This night was no different. Toren and Guzma had settled on the frail bed that was located in his room. It was a good size for them to have their own space, yet somehow the two were as close as close could be. Guzma laid on top of Toren, his head on his chest as his arms were on each side of Toren's head.
Toren had one hand on Guzma's back, the other was holding his phone. They were in silence, enjoying each other's company. Toren was looking at an article on new healing items for pokemon while Guzma looked at videos of bug types battling. When Guzma let out a big yawn Toren would let out a softer one while rubbing his eye. He took his eyeglass in his hand and sat up a bit, much to Guzma's dismay.
"Can I get settled at least," Toren smiled at him as he set the orange eyeglass down on the bedside table.
Guzma just stared at him, waiting for Toren to stop moving. However, Toren, not yet settled, began taking off his coat, folding it neatly before placing it on the floor.
With a small sorry nod, he wiggled back into the comfort of the bed and right under Guzma. They both went back to how they were before, letting the minutes pass in that comfortable silence.
Eventually, though, Guzma got bored. He wasn't satisfied with merely lying there, even though lying next to a nice guy was far from boring. When he was bored, he couldn't help but fidget, so he put his phone down and pressed his face into Toren's body.
Allowing all the tension in his body fade away. Guzma took one hand and played with a strand of Toren's hair, letting his fingers find the other man's ponytail and carefully slipping it free.
Normally he'd be a bit rougher, but right now he could allow a sense of gentleness, something he'd rarely express when so close to someone. Guzma wouldn't let himself see the sight, he just let his hands roam in the others' hair.
A strong sense of comfort overcame him, yet he couldn't ignore how tight it made his stomach feel.
Something about imagining how flushed Toren's face was, how he'd stumble over his words if Guzma even batted an eye at him, was somehow even more intimate than actually looking.
He wished he could just disappear into the moment and sink into the bed. Once his hands had enough of Toren's hair, they moved down to his bangs. A few breathless seconds passed as Guzma lifted them over his forehead gently.
Taking a bit to just feel the edge of his face, how his green hair cornered the frame of his jaw perfectly. Even if he couldn't see it he could feel it. Guzma's focus then shifted to the body beneath him, he could feel the others breathing. The up and down of Toren's chest was melodic in a way, he could listen to it for hours.
That moment of peace was interrupted by a hand on his own head. White strands peeked through Toren's tan hand as he laid it there. The pads of his fingertips gently feeling around.
Guzma's hair had a lot of volume despite the undercut. While it wasn't as combed through as Toren's, any small knot he came across was carefully undone. Guzma could feel Toren shift under him, trying to feel more of his body from underneath him.
The two stayed like this for maybe a minute or two before getting more impatient. Guzma snaked his hand under Toren's shirt to the small of his back, causing him to bend into it. A faint groan escaped Toren's mouth.
This would be the end of Guzma, he was sure of it.
Having the man under him not say a word to his advances, even welcoming them with these reactions. It was pissing him off, why couldn't he just say something already?
A small huff came from Guzma as he continued to explore Toren's back. He'd trail a finger along his spine, Toren sucking in air and tightening his grip around Guzma's hair just a bit every time the action was performed.
Toren's skin was soft, Guzma could feel any ridge and dip that his calloused hand would cross. The other man moved his body in a way that was begging to be touched. Small jolts and even smaller movements to try and convince Guzma's hand to dip a bit lower and feel him a bit harder.
Guzma hadn't even made it to the front yet, where Toren's more softer and sensitive parts were.
Toren would then try and match Guzma's motions. He'd move his other hand underneath both Guzma's jacket and t-shirt. Gently grazing his fingers across the muscle that stretched across his strong back.
He could feel the red rise to his face as his fingers touched on Guzma's broad shoulder blade. The skin itself had an unfamiliar softness to it. It wasn't something that could be described as smooth or clear.
Toren could feel bumps from simple thing such as acne, if he tried hard enough he could map out every freckle and birthmark that covered him. The only thing keeping him from feeling even further down was their proximity.
They were pressed against each other as much as they could, yet they still craved more. Guzma was the first to initiate this by moving his hand to the front of Toren's stomach. Right above his pelvis, he took the fabric of both shirts, moving them until they exposed his entire torso.
Guzma wanted so desperately to press kisses against Toren's skin. To start sweet and soft with nothing but his lips grazing the top of his body, only to press deeper and suck on all the sensitive spots.
To put them in places only Toren could see, so that every time he looked at himself he would be reminded of how he had been so close and personal. He wanted to beat Toren down until he couldn't get back up again, not in a sadistic or battle related way, but in a way Toren would find himself completely enamored in the entire essence of Guzma.
Maybe then he could feel the way Guzma felt around him. To feel so helpless because of your own pathetic attachment to someone you've hardly known.
That's why in that moment when Toren cupped the side of Guzma's cheek did he realize how ok it was to feel this way, it was ok to feel utterly hopeless, like something had control over you.
All because it was Toren's doing, Toren wouldn't care if Guzma was gentle or as rough as he wanted to be. In fact, the man probably liked being bossed around, to be given a purpose and feel good because of it. Everything about this was perfect, even if Guzma had the stupidest grin on his face.
Toren just liked him, he craved nothing in return but company and Guzma was prepared to do that and more.
Being a bit more bold with his movements, Guzma sat upright, removing the hands that were on Toren's skin to his legs. With a swift movement, he wrapped Toren's legs around his waist and pushed against him.
Toren let out a strained grunt at the suddenness of the new pose. Even so, he accepted it as he let his legs relax, allowing for Guzma to get as close as he pleased. Unfortunately, Guzma's yellow sunglasses fell partially off his face, covering his eye, interrupting that hot moment.
"Damnit," He cursed as he took them off. The casual slip caused Toren to let out a small chuckle. Guzma's serious face, being covered by the accessory, was just too cute to him. Of course, this didn't go unnoticed as he found the pair of glasses on his face now.
Toren gently lifted them, only to see Guzma shifting between his legs to get even more comfortable. The feeling of khaki against sweatpants had never felt more real. Toren didn't know what he was going to do next, was he going to give into those feelings or was he going to wait for Guzma to decide that for him?
He could feel words get stuck in his throat. A simple question as to what was the next move was all he wanted to ask. But part of him wanted to be quiet and just see how far Guzma would really take this.
Guzma traveled up with his hand, one on each side of Toren's waist. For a moment he froze, he didn't know what he was doing honestly, all he knew was that he wanted this.
Luckily, Toren just encouraged him, putting his hands on Guzma's arms. Feeling them from his wrist to the spots where his tattoos were. Toren couldn't help but stare, it felt all too surreal.
Guzma continued to move his hands on the side of Toren's body, squeezing ever so lightly. This continued for a few minutes until Guzma's hands reached Toren's neck. He ever so carefully pressed his thumb into the skin, feeling how his breath hitched ever so slightly.
"Fuck," Guzma said it, realizing Toren was extremely attractive in this light. The word came out weakly. A small smile could be seen behind Toren's green bangs. Was he making fun of him? This only caused Guzma's cheeks to glow bright red.
"I'm sorry, you just," Toren couldn't even finish his sentence as he giggled. Something about how unserious the special moment was made it all the more enjoyable.
It brought him a sense of comfort. Guzma scoffed, rolling his eyes while fighting the smirk growing on his face. He took his thumb and swiped it over the corner of Toren's mouth.
"Stop that," Guzma said as he felt Toren's bottom lip.
"Sorry," He wasn't sorry, Guzma could tell by the way Toren's hand held his wrist gently. He was just trying to get a rise out of him. So, taking that as a challenge, Guzma leaned in gently. He ever so softly put his lips on Toren's.
Toren was slightly shocked but welcomed it, placing his hand over Guzma's. They both enjoyed the moment, closing their eyes. What felt like an eternity only lasted for a few seconds as a notification rang on Toren's phone. Mumbling a small "sorry" and smiling awkwardly, he picked up his phone, checking the notification.
Unfortunately, it was just a reminder of a research call he was supposed to attend early in the morning. Guzma knew this and rolled his eyes.
Shifting back into place, Guzma just lay his head on Toren's chest, the same position they were in moments ago. Toren felt a little bad, he wanted to stay up so bad, to see how far this could go.
But still, he knew how important the call was and that he needed his sleep. With a sigh, he placed his hand on Guzma's head, softly playing with his hair.
"I'll be off the rest of the day," Toren didn't know what he meant when he said that, but it seemed like he got his point across as Guzma buried his face more into his chest. Trying to hide a smirk while pretending to be asleep. Toren melted into the moment, letting his eyes close as they both drifted off to sleep for the night.