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The meeting had been going on for a while; they had moved it to Manjiro's house rather than the hideout— it was mostly just the founding members attending. There was no need to be in that dirty and casual place. Manjiro loved their hideout, but maybe, given they were discussing something important like the celebration for Emma's birthday, which might not have looked Toman-related, but for him it was just as important, he was happy they decided to go to his place. Mitsuya and Kazutora had been hyping up all the possible locations they could have considered for the party. Baji had been sitting next to him, asking him a few questions about what type of hair products Emma used, as if he even knew what the difference between them was. After Manjiro had replied multiple times with one single answer: “Gotta ask Hina,” Baji had let out the longest sigh and stopped conversing with him, totally moving on. Doing what? Stealing Ken's attention with random questions about Emma’s preferences regarding something he wasn't even listening to. And Ken was engaging in the conversation, listening and answering all of Baji’s questions as he took notes like some sort of military lesson. Yes, he wanted his sister’s birthday party to be a blast, but did they really need to throw a pre-party preparation with bath lotion, bath bombs, hair masks, and body self-care products? He thought it was dumb. The real event was the party itself. Besides, taking Ken away for the sake of the party itself bugged him the most.
One thing he was extremely unsatisfied with, though, was the disposition of the chairs. He had said before that he wanted to sit next to Ken, but everyone said he would distract him, and they needed Ken to contribute as much as he could, given that he was the most reliable one. So they had Manjiro sit in front of Ken instead of next to him—and that was only because he had kept on whining, given they had originally put him as far away from him as the table would allow. Manjiro was incredibly sulking about this. Ken didn’t protest at all when everybody tried to divide them, but instead, he let Manjiro do all the work. Manjiro glared at him, but he didn’t even seem to notice it. It made his chest feel tighter, though he wasn’t sure why. Was he the only one who wanted to be together all the time?
What did they even mean, to begin with? It was Ken's fault for getting distracted, not Manjiro’s. Was he to blame for being so attractive to his boyfriend that he couldn't listen to a word others would say? Was it his fault if putting his head on Ken's arms would make him pat him and kiss his forehead? Absolutely not. It was Ken’s fault for not understanding places and circumstances. Just because he was always acting like the reliable brother everybody knew, it didn't mean he was perfect all the time. The fact that he would only get distracted by Manjiro was another thing—not his fault. Just like it wasn't his fault if, last time they were discussing, he got hard just because Manjiro sat on his lap. Manjiro grinned for a second; the memory of it made him a bit joyful. It gave him some sort of confidence to remember how much Ken was always responding only to him.
The one who got hard ‘cause he was swinging around on his lap was Ken, though, so why was he the one being punished? Ken should have learned a bit of self-control; he should have taken Manjiro’s example. He wanted so badly to crawl into his lap and kiss every inch of his neck until it was fully covered in hickeys and bites, and yet, he wasn’t moving a finger. Just looking at everybody, pretending to listen, because the conversation was so boring. Yet, he started to question if it only meant that Ken wasn’t missing him as much as Manjiro did. Why was he fine with everybody separating them in the first place? Ken should have kept his cool and kept his hands to himself, so he would have resisted Manjiro, and they could have been together!
Pah-chin and Peyan weren’t doing much either, though, just listening to Kazutora. It was mostly Pah-chin giving inputs sometimes, and Peyan would just agree, saying over and over again what a genius Pah-chin was. He was laughing about the fact that, despite not being an original founding member, Peyan was allowed to attend because “where Pah-chin goes, Peyan goes as well—you can’t divide them.” That was legit everybody’s excuse to include him. He was fine with that anyway; he would consider him part of the family, too, but it was just such a stupid reason to simply say it. They should have included Hinata, too, but Manjiro had already decided that this was just a preparatory meeting for the actual one they would eventually have again. In the end, he ended up inviting Mitsuya too because the rest wouldn’t be able to come up with any ideas, and it would just have been a wasted afternoon.
Despite his thoughts bouncing back and forth to all those things, he couldn’t stop pouting about the fact that he couldn’t touch his boyfriend, all because their friends didn’t understand how needy they truly were. But if Chifuyu were here, Baji wouldn’t be this strict. And that’s where it hit him: what would Baji do in a situation like that? A twisted and playful grin slowly took place on his face; he could tell his lips moved on their own just to form that expression.
He slowly lifted his leg, feeling all the excitement grow inside him as he imagined the effect of his actions. He couldn’t help but imagine how Ken would try in every way to keep calm. Manjiro firmly but discreetly grabbed the edge of the table and, with a steady push—while making as little noise as possible—he slid his foot closer to Ken’s chair on the other side of the table. Ken turned for a split second and looked at him; Manjiro smiled at him, his facial muscles relaxed. Baji noticed the exchange as he turned his face towards Manjiro for a split second, but went on with the conversation. Manjiro paused for a few minutes, and after some time had passed, he reached out with his toes toward Ken. The reaction was immediate: Ken spasmed at once. Baji didn’t notice a thing this time, and Ken nodded at whatever the long-haired one was saying; even so, Manjiro noticed how he was biting his lips. That's what he deserved for ignoring him.
Manjiro grinned for a second, and before going back to what he was about to do, he absentmindedly looked at Kazutora, pretending to listen to him. He was going on about how cool it would have been to throw a party next to a pool. Yes, so everybody would risk throwing Emma into it. She'd go crazy about it. For sure, it made her happy; his sharp and sarcastic thoughts weren’t enough to distract him from what at this point was his personal mission. He got tired quickly of pretending, so he went back to what he was doing. He was all about making Ken go crazy; it was the only reason why he didn’t put up a fight or throw a tantrum yet.
One thing, though, probably Baji wouldn’t have been so subtle as he was being - he could imagine the guy taking Chifuyu away - probably in the bathroom, to make out. So Manjiro patted himself mentally; he was honestly the best among the crew, despite everybody always describing him as someone who had no self-control.
Manjiro’s toe started moving. It was the first time he tried touching Ken like this, but it looked fun. He didn’t really want to do it seriously, but he still wanted to tease him, so he kept touching him and retreating, only with the tip of his toes —it wasn’t really to give him time to breathe, but more to surprise him where he wouldn’t expect it. Ken’s lips were getting red, his breath starting to rise, but still, Baji didn’t notice a thing. Ken’s hand grabbed the table, but his fingers were curling in on themselves. He glanced towards Manjiro a few times. It was a warning. Manjiro liked the way it was going now. “It's not easy to ignore me like that, is it?” he thought sarcastically.
He started wondering how long Ken would last. He was trying so hard to hide his arousal, but he could tell because he knew Ken very well. Kazutora looked at them and grinned a bit. Manjiro should have felt ashamed, but he couldn’t care at all. He just wanted to tease him; it didn’t matter if others knew or not. Or maybe he wanted to assert dominance. Ken was his, after all.
It was so frustrating, though. If everybody else wasn’t around, he could have done even worse. It started playfully because he just wanted to bother him since he wasn’t paying attention to him, as he should have! And because he was bored. But now Manjiro was becoming hornier, and he needed more than that stupid teasing. Especially, he needed Ken’s focus on him, and yet he wasn’t giving him any satisfying reaction.
Manjiro started to grip Ken’s member with his toes, swinging a bit, as much as possible, as it was - the position was incredibly uncomfortable, he wasn’t used to it, and he was too short to truly get him under the table!
He pushed and pulled, gripped and touched as much as he could, but the more he moved, the more he would grow frustrated until he heard Ken’s voice.
“Baji, can you please go take some water?” Ken’s voice sounded strained, yet it surprised him. Giving up so easily? He seriously was a loser when it came to Manjiro. He thought, as he wasn’t getting frustrated on his own, because nothing had happened so far.
Baji thought he was tired, so he went to the kitchen without any further questioning, but Manjiro could tell. His pants were wet; Manjiro’s feet started to feel it through the fabric of Ken’s jeans. Still not enough, Manjiro’s internal struggle was making him lose patience. He needed Ken to look at him; he caught his attention more than anything else. The way Ken usually looks at him is intoxicating, and the fact that he knows he's the only one who can get through his indifference. Ken is usually so distant from others; he usually wouldn't even pay particular attention to others - he's reliable and considerate, but doesn't care much about getting close to others. And yet he looks at Manjiro like he's the only thing that matters in the universe.
“Look at me, look at me, look at me,” was all Manjiro could think as his playful joke started to turn into something else entirely. It echoed so strongly in the back of his mind that he was afraid he would spill out the words.
Kazutora coughed, but Manjiro could tell he was laughing under his breath. Mitsuya’s expression was too blank—but he was the smartest in the room—there was no way he hadn’t figured out something was happening. Ken caught him too and looked sharply at Manjiro. Later, he would pay hard for what he was doing, but it only made him want to be even more of a brat. So he just squeezed Ken with his foot.
“Mikey!” Ken's voice was high-pitched; he sounded so angry that it only made it hotter. His face was on fire. And he finally turned his way, yeah. He should only have looked at him. Manjiro was supposed to be the centre of his universe, after all.
Manjiro licked his lips. No more teasing. He was over it.
Everybody’s attention had diverted towards them. Pah-chin and Peyan were extremely confused, but Kazutora was incredibly amused. Mitsuya’s expression was at a loss between surprise and resignation.
He retrieved his foot, his hands leaving the table. He kept his gaze steady, looking at Ken, after having observed everyone else’s reactions. Ken, who was starting to sweat and whose breath was heavy, but couldn’t stop glaring at him. It wasn’t anger at all, though. Manjiro knew him better than that. He knew what he was about to do would give it all away, but he couldn’t care less.
He spoke plainly and without any tone: “Kazutora, show Pah-chin and Peyan Emma's favourite grocery shop. You might need it to buy stuff for the party. Bring Baji along. Mitsuya, you go too.”
Kazutora sighed but did as told; he had absolutely no intention to get mixed up with whatever was going on. The other two tagged along, looking for Baji with the most confused expressions Manjiro had ever seen them wear. Mitsuya's expression was unreadable, though, and Ken wanted to evaporate—maybe he could become one with the oxygen in the room.
When everybody had left the room, Ken got up, but Manjiro immediately stopped him. “Ken-chin, don’t move.” His tone was way too serious for the setting.
Ken’s eyes lit up, his anger quickly leaving his body as another emotion—disbelief, confusion, worry—took its place. He had no clue which one it was; he was just lost.
Manjiro’s voice had sounded way too grounded. He was demanding. It was hot, but it still sounded like when he was out there giving orders, rather than when he was being bratty.
Ken sat again, stuck between tiredness from having to deal with him and excitement for whatever was about to come. His body still on the edge, he didn't know if it was the situation itself or the fact that they were obviously caught.
“I said, Don’t move.” Did Manjiro sound angry?
Ken answered exasperatedly, “You mean I have to sit again—don’t I?”
Manjiro’s leg moved immediately, and he hit Ken’s member with his foot again, with way more strength than before. This time, Ken screamed so loudly that he seriously hoped everyone had left the house at that point, or he would have died on the spot.
Not having the others around would have allowed him from the beginning to hit him completely? Good to know for next time.
“Doesn’t matter. I told you not to move.” Manjiro’s face welcomed a grin once again, way more twisted than before. His own cheeks were on fire.
Ken sighed. His entire body was responding; at this point, he looked stupid even just trying to fight it. “What is it that you want, then?”
“I want to get under the table and make it hard for you to talk. I was trying so hard not to go all in—the foot wasn’t enough. I wanted to suck you so you wouldn’t even be able to talk to Baji anymore. Don’t fucking focus so much on another person—it’s even worse if it’s because you’re helping for Emma’s birthday.”
Ken licked his lips. “Since you already made a fool of yourself and kicked out everyone in the room, why aren’t you in your spot sucking me as the brat you are?”
Manjiro’s tone changed immediately. It was teasing but incredibly soft, almost embarrassing. “Oh, looks like daddy cannot wait anymore either.”
Ken rested his elbows on the table, showing Manjiro the expression he was wearing whenever he took the lead. “Of course, Daddy needs you down there now.”
They had started that game suddenly. Ken once teased him about being a baby, and things spiralled from there—they absolutely had no clue how they both might have been into that sort of kink, but neither of them needed a therapy session on it. It was hot, and it was their own foreplay, so why not keep it up? But Manjiro was still really embarrassed about the entire thing. It was already a shock to find out Ken was into him like that, and once he decided to confess with the conviction that he would be rejected. But the fact that he would tag along with that absurd kink born out of a joke, his own joke to begin with, made absolutely no sense and only made him feel even smaller.
But he didn’t really want to think about it. Even though Ken was supposed to be angry, he was welcoming him under the table. There was no reason why he would overthink stuff instead of sucking his boyfriend’s dick.
Manjiro's petite body got under the table, his elbows moving quickly all over the floor, and he was making heavy sounds on purpose. He positioned himself in front of Ken, who moved the chair just a little away from the table so he could look at him properly.
Manjiro looked at him with such a shy expression that for a second, Ken thought it was better to stop, but he couldn’t help but tell him, “Go on, daddy can't wait.” He railed him up; what did he expect?
Manjiro smirked. How quickly the tables turned. He was still incredibly embarrassed about everything, but he was so into the fact that Ken’s light had just switched on.
He quickly licked his lips before taking Ken's dick out of his pants, and he gave a glance at the slippers, which were wrecked with precum. He prepared himself to suck his dick by positioning his body in the most comfortable position he could afford, stealing glances at Ken. Oh, how much he loved when he looked at him like that. It was the kind of expression Ken would reserve only for him.
As he took his member in his mouth, he realised how salty it was, yet he wouldn't have stopped for anything in the world. Ken was still trying to hold back his voice; there was no way he would have allowed him to do that. He squirmed his tongue around the staff, manhandling Ken with his little fingers, playing around with his nails. His daddy always liked a bit of pain.
His baby was sucking, so his baby needed the prize, and the prize was the screams. Time to be bratty about it.
Manjiro bit softly on Ken's head, and he heard his boyfriend cussing.
“Your baby is sucking, so you need to let your voice out,” he said as he stopped for a few seconds before swallowing him whole again.
Ken's eyes fired up; he was getting pissed off by Manjiro's mischievousness. He loved it when Ken got like that because it made it harder for him to stay kind.
Ken pulled his hair, “Go slow, Mikey. I don't like it when you bite me.”
Manjro scoffed, his hair still in Ken's hands, his tongue twisted around his staff.
“What?" he asked as he pulled tight.
His hair hurt, but he still raised his chin, looking at Ken in the eyes, almost challenging him. “You love it when I get rough.”
Ken didn't answer; his hands were trembling.
Manjiro continued, as he squeezed Ken's dick with his fingers.”Doesn't daddy love it when I misbehave? Doesn't he like it when I am a brat and only think about pleasuring myself through his body?”
Ken sighed. “What's the point of railing me up like this?”
Manjiro bit his lips as his hand moved over Ken's dick. The latter's breath growing heavy, he was grounded, but his body still trembling.
“I hate when you ignore me. Don't fucking do it.”
As Ken was about to protest, Manjiro interjected. Because no, he wasn't going to let him do it. They were there to host Emma's birthday party, so he wasn’t; he knew Ken would say that. He knew him all too well.
“Yes, you were. Don't you dare.” Manjiro hissed.
To make sure he wouldn't respond, because he knew he was just being bratty, but he didn’t care at all, Manjiro took a slurp of Ken's liquids. Then he started to lick and swallow his dick, his hand still moving up and down, as the veins on Ken's would get purple and livid.
Ken’s fingers interlocked in his hair, gripping even tighter than before, his entire head. “Jesus Christ, it’s for your sister’s birthday-” he tried to speak, between his grunts. His voice was so deep, Manjiro loved it.
Manjiro’s tongue movement just got sharper. How could someone so caring and considerate become so stupid sometimes? Why would he even want to hear about the fact that he cared about his sister in a moment like this?
“That’s not what I wanted to hear,” he said as he traced his tongue all around Ken’s head, his fingers leaving Ken’s and moving to his own entrance.
“Are you seriously going to finger yourself right now?” Ken asked, half excited, half worried.
“Nobody is asking you to get inside of me, just giving myself some pleasure.” His voice came out muffled as he kept moving around the other one’s shaft.
His fingers started to slowly circle the entrance until he pushed it fast. It was ridiculous how easy it had started to enter his entrance; Ken’s fluids helped in this case, but Manjiro had somehow become addicted to playing around while imagining his boyfriend doing it.
But he knew that soon he wouldn't be able to suck Ken anymore. Manjiro was just as weak to pleasure, and once he started to feel it, he wouldn't be able to actually think about anything else.
His tongue started to slow down, and Ken tingled his fingers in his hair tightly.
“How selfish, as usual. Not only are you doing this just because you're a jealous brat, but now you won't even suck properly.”
Ken’s voice was nervous, irritated, and annoyed. Yet incredibly warm — it was so obvious how excited he was by that setting that it was embarrassing for him and invigorating for Manjiro.
Manjiro slowly bit at the head of his member, but kept pushing his fingers harder inside himself, adding a fourth finger.
Manjiro looked at him with a defiant expression because he knew exactly what was about to happen.
Ken sighed, overwhelmed and defeated by the fact that, once again, Manjiro would win.
He pulled back slightly, slipping his cock out of Manjiro’s mouth and lowering himself under the table toward him.
Manjiro kept staring at him as he twisted his fingers inside his hole; his cock was still trapped in his pants, but ready to be freed by Ken.
Ken frowned as he pulled it out of his pants. Manjiro smirked — finally free, but he knew he would be laughing even more soon enough.
As soon as Ken tried to touch Manjiro, however, the shorter boy pushed his hand away with all the ferocity in his body.
Manjiro glared at him. “What did you expect? You’ve been ignoring me, and now you want to touch me. It doesn’t work like that.”
He was waiting just for that, ever since he started teasing Ken. Yeah, his fucking payback.
Ken sighed. There was no point in dragging this out. “I haven’t ignored you.”
Manjiro kept touching himself, but even though his voice was sultry and warm, his tone revealed how hurt he was. “All you’ve done is ignore me, so maybe you just don’t care that much.”
Ken looked at him; he was torn between pulling him closer and actually looking at him.
Manjiro’s cries started echoing in the room. He had been fingering himself for a while, and he finally reached his prostate. “I seriously hate you, always - always…” as he was bout to finish his sentence, he screamed. He just reached the right spot. He curled in on himself with a grim look and bit his lip. “God, I hate you so much”, he said, lying - because it was obvious he was getting off by teasing him like that.
Ken pulled him closer, kissing him with all the force needed to shut him up. Sometimes, this was the only thing that worked with Manjiro. At first, the boy wanted to resist, but he didn’t. Hadn’t he staged the whole scene just because he wanted to feel wanted by his boyfriend?
Ken slipped his tongue into his mouth, slowly biting and licking his lower lip. “You’re an idiot, Mikey. You know damn well I could never love anyone as much as I love you.”
And yes, of course, he knew that. But that was exactly the reason why he was so terrified — because who else could ever want Manjiro Sano as much, and in the same way, as Ken Ryuguji did? And even if someone like that did exist, Manjiro wouldn’t want anyone else but him. So yes, he knew it — and that was precisely why he didn’t want to lose him. For Ken, there was no one but Manjiro, and for Manjiro, there was no one but Ken. Ken-chin was the reason he could try to be better, the reason he even attempted to communicate that strange thing called feelings. Because Manjiro wasn’t the sentimental type — or rather, he was, but in a subtle, hidden way, for everyone except Ken.
The makeout session lasted just a few minutes, the floor was cold and uncomfortable, and honestly, Ken had no intention to keep it going if it was the mental state of Manjiro.
Ken helped Manjiro get off the table and hugged him. “I was helping out because Emma is like family to me, but it doesn’t mean I like being far from you.”
Manjiro pouted, “Yeah, yeah, I know.”
Ken tugged lightly at Manjiro’s nose, smiling at him. “You’re an idiot.”
Manjiro gently bit his finger. “Yours. Remember that, idiot.”
Ken gave him a quick peck and hugged him again. “Of course. Always and forever.”
Manjiro grinned shily. “I am also your baby. The only one.”
Ken laughed loudly. Yeah, he was his baby in many ways.
After a few days, the “actual” party preparation day took place. There were also Takemichi and Hinata, and it’s obvious to say, but it was Hinata taking the lead once she got there; she had all the perfect answers and all the right ideas. Manjiro knew it since the very beginning, with Hinata taking the lead, Ken wasn’t really questioned either, he figured next time he should always let her handle it, so his Ken-chin wouldn’t be taken away. Not like he truly believed anyone would be able to! Ken was too crazy about him to ever look at someone else. He also said that, swimming into his own self-centered self-assurance, he snuggled tightly into his boyfriend’s chest as he heard Hinata telling everyone what to do to make sure Emma’s party was the best she ever had.