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Otoya, in his defense, wasn't a pervert. Not usually at least okay?!
He himself doesn't even know how this little habit started but it 100% wasn't his fault and he isn't the one to blame.
In his earnest opinion the only one deserving of blame here is no one other than Karasu.
How could it ever, ever, EVER be Otoya's fault that his best friend just smelled so good and also just happened to be very conventionally attractive? If anything, blame Karasu's parents for making him look as good as he does.
Especially now that he and Karasu were on two completely different teams. Otoya really didn't know if that was a good or bad thing really.
It helped with his lovesickness but it did NOT help with his sexual fantasies. Just last night Otoya woke up all sticky and sweaty like a 13 year old boy from a wet dream.
I mean they at least still ate lunch together if anything.
The first pair Otoya stole was 4 weeks ago now. It was one of those black Calvin Klein pairs.
Just getting to PxGs locker room took learning Karasu's entire schedule (not that he already knew it ahem ahem, what) to find it empty with nothing but the sound of running water and Karasu's things in his locker.
Otoya took the piece of fabric in his hands, flipping it over. They were used, clearly, they were wrinkled and a bit wet from sweat.
Giving one last look around to make sure no one suddenly appeared in the doorway, Otoya brought the fabric to his nose and took in a whiff. They still smelled of sweat and musk and well.. Karasu.
Just as he brought his hand down to palm himself through his sweats the sound of the shower turning off made his heart lurch.
Stuffing the fabric in his pants he bolted out, knocking Karasu's water bottle in the process.
When he made it back to his dorm Otoya let out a sigh of relief pulling the boxers out of his pocket once again and just taking a moment to admire them.
He gripped them tight and locked the door before sliding down it.
Bringing his palm back he started palming himself. His length hardened rather quickly in a matter of minutes. Clearly straining against his sweats and already forming a wet blotch on his pants.
Gosh he was leaking like hell today.
Otoya let out a little wince, pulling his hips up just enough to slide his sweats and briefs off at the same time. His length sprung free almost immediately. He shivered at the cold air, beads of precum already forming on his tip.
He cursed, looking around the room for his bottle of lube. It was on the other side of the room. Otoya rolled his eyes.
Before he could even think he spat into his hand and brought it down to his dick. Teasing the head at first.
Collecting all the drops of pre and pulling them lower over his shaft. His thumb dragged across one of the more prominent veins that made him whimper. Toes curling as he threw his head back.
He brought the boxers closer to his face. Inhaling the sweet scent of musk again. Has Karasu ever jerked off in these? Probably.
That thought alone made Otoya's drags speed up.
“H-hah.. ah.. T-Tabi jngh…” He clutched the boxers closer to his face trying to muffle the escaping sounds.
This was unusual because Otoya has always been a quiet person during sex, he was only this vocal when Karasi was in question (and they haven’t even fucked!).
The glides of Otoya's hand were rough and jagged due to him not using any lube which just made him drown in the feeling a lot more.
It felt so good to just imagine it was Karasu's hand instead of his own, whispering praises into his ear as he rode him.
Fuck Karasu would be the death of him.
Otoya felt his stomach muscles begin to quench as his vision blurred, the strokes of his hand becoming messy and sloppy.
“Yes, yes fuck! Yea!! Hah, shit hmmmh..!” Otoya's back arched as his orgasm neared. Just as he felt he was about to go over he stopped himself, pulling his hand away.
Otoya moaned, watching as his own dick twitched helplessly. He instinctively thrusted into the air before stopping himself.
He teased the slit again, dragging his thumb from it all the way down to his balls and giving them a firm squeeze.
“A-ah… fuck… Tabi I wish it was you. Hmmghhh..”
Otoya's cheeks were flushed a bright red, his hand moving from his balls to the middle of his shaft and back and then continuing his pace.
He stroked himself painfully slowly, wanting to drag it out as much as possible.
The tip of his shaft twitched his orgasm building up rather quickly. He bit down on the soft fabric to muffle a loud moan when he finally came. Hot white strings of liquid staining his thighs.
Otoya watched as the liquid slowly dripped down his thighs, breathing heavy and laboured.
The boxers were still tightly held between his teeth as he tried to calm himself.
Fuck, he hasnt jerked off this good in ages.
It felt heavenly.
His soft dick twitched uselessly and Otoya let out a laugh. He was beyond pathetic.
A knock on his bedroom door made him jump up like a terrified cat. Otoya yelped, tripping over his own legs and landing with a heavy thud on the floor.
“Toya? You in there?” Fuck that was Karasus voice. In the sheer state of panic he threw the boxers underneath his bed as he pulled his sweats up.
“Y-yea! Just… just a moment!”
Otoya bounced back up the cum on his thighs, now half dry, and became uncomfortable quickly. He unlocked the door and met Karasu.
More specifically his beautiful man tits but to spare you the details.
“Look who the cat… uhh.. brought in!” Otoya made little finger guns and pointed them at Karasu who rolled his eyes.
“It's dragged in, not brought in.” Karasu pushed past Otoya, throwing himself onto the other's bed.
Like he always did.
Otoya's dorm was basically Karasu's. There were so many stray objects that belonged to the dark haired man that Otoya just accepted it a long time ago.
Not that he minded at all. It was quite the opposite actually. He would lock Karasu in here and keep him forever if he could.
But to his utter dismay he couldn't.
“What brings you here?” He asked, rather casually, crossing his legs on the floor. Trying to act natural.
“Wha? Cant even visit my best friend anymore eh?”
Best friend. Youch.
“Never said that!!” Otoya shot back “Dont put words in my mouth you nasty crow!”
“Oh I'll put something else in your mouth-”
Otoya was suddenly on top of him, grabbing a pillow from the side and pressing it against Karasu's face.
Karasu made a muffled noise of annoyance before pushing Otoya off him and swapping their positions so Otoya was sprawled down under him.
Otoya was left gaping up at him.
Karasu's hair was down, still wet from the shower he took not even 20 minutes ago. Those blue eyes bore into Otoya as if they were trying to memorize every part of him. He could feel Karasu's warm breathing on his face.
Otoya's first instinct was to pull him down and kiss him. To finally feel those soft and warm lips on his own.
Shit. He could feel himself getting hard again.
Without thinking he pushed Karasu off. The other boy let out a surprised huff as he caught himself from falling off the bed.
Otoya crossed his legs, clearing his throat.
“What the fuck is yer problem?” Karasu bristled. Rubbing his arm because he clearly hit himself.
“Sorry.” Otoya sputtered. “Instinct.”
“Well fuck ya and yer instinct man.” Karasu shot back. His eyes swept over Otoya once more, a sly grin spreading over his face.
“Stop looking at me like that…” Otoya mumbled, refusing to meet those striking blue eyes.
He shifted trying to ignore the fully dried cum on his thighs.
“Toya’.. did I almost catch you jerking off again?” The dark haired boy wiggled his eyebrows. Watching Otoya's face burn bright red.
Karasu burst out laughing, his head falling back. Revealing that sharp Adams apple. The same one Otoya dreamt of biting.
“Fucking stop! Not funny!” He threw another pillow at the other boy. Hitting him square in the chest which only.made Karasu laugh more.
“So I did!”
Otoya covered his face with both his hands, shame crawling up his spine. Again. Yes. Back in the day (holy old geezer language) when they shared a dorm Karasu barged into Otoya jerking off.
They never really talked about it. Just the occasional joke here and there. Both knew they had their needs so it didn't really matter.
“Uh. Anyway I lost a pair of boxers.” The topic switch was smooth. As it always was when it came to Karasu. Probably smooth like the skin on his back-
“Really? How?” Otoya was trying his best to feign innocence.
He was always the first person Karasu came to when he had a problem and Otoya was always more than willing to help him. He was his best friend after all, and breaking his trust would hurt.
“I dunno man. I was showering and when I came back they were just gone.”
“Maybe you just misplaced them.”
“Could be yeah.” Karasu pondered. Rubbing his chin.
The conversation changed quickly after that again and they ended up playing Brawl Starts until late at night.
…
After that first incident Otoya could confidently say he stole another 6-7 pairs. All the ones he collected were neatly folded in one of his draws.
Hell they were even color coded.
His little loving collection included: the black Calvin Klein ones, basic gray ones, ones with little cats on them, superman ones (probably his favourite ones), ones with hearts on them and a pair of simple red ones.
All used for the sake of his pleasure. They were all washed though! Maybe he was a pervert but he wasn't nasty!
The next ones on his radar were the white ones with crows on them. The ones Karasu mentioned being his favourite.
But it also just so happened that Karasu never left them in his locker.
Maybe he was finally catching onto the fact someone was stealing his shit.
Nonetheless.
As long as he wasn't caught he'd be doing more than amazing. Even though he did feel rather bad at times.
That was his best friend he was stealing from after all.
Eh. It isn't a crime unless they catch you in the act right?
And Otoya just so happened to be as swift as a cat when it came to stealing well… underwear. Specifically Karasu's underwear. He never stole anyone else's underwear!
Not that that fact makes it any better.
So he should be good. Or, at least that's what he thought.
…
This was weird. Karasu could admit to losing one pair. It was normal. People forget.
Two was also okay. A bit weird for him since he was always meticulous about keeping his stuff neatly organized.
By the third gone pair he knew someone was taking them.
His first suspect was Shidou. Who knew what that freak was doing. But it was rather quickly rolled out when he remembered how down bad the man was for Rin.
If anything he'd be stealing Rins underwear.
Charles was fourteen years old so Karasu just assumed it wasn't him.
Rin was too nonchalant to pull such a stunt.
Loki talked to him maybe twice during the entirety of nel.
Nanase and Zantetsu were too good to do anything like that.
So most of his team was rolled out in a rather short manner. That only left the other teams. Since each team had their own quarters it would take knowing a person's schedule completely to know when the locker room was empty with just that person left there.
And that's just not to get caught let alone steal anything!
Karasu knew no other player knew him that well. Except… well…
He shivered at the thought while staring at his ceiling. Otoya wouldnt?
Karasu grinned suddenly.
Whoever this little thief was, Karasu was going to catch him red handed. A plan already forming in his head.
He was going to outsnart the little bastard.
Licking his lips he turned onto his side. Pulling the covers over his shoulders. Might as well get some sleep before training tomorrow.
Not before he giggled like a school girl. The excitement bubbling up under his skin.
The bastard ain't prepared for what is about to hit him.
…
The PxGs practice was over. Otoya knew that it was like clockwork by now. He sneaked his way down the hallway.
Ducking into the locker room. It was empty with only Karasu's locker opened. Phew.
Actually that should have been his first red flag. Karasu NEVER left his locker door open. Whatever, maybe he forgot.
He could hear the sound of running so he knew the other boy was taking a shower. Otoya approached carefully, he reached up to the top shelf and began rummaging through Karasu's stuff.
Searching for the jackpot.
He smiled when he saw them. It really was a jackpot. The white ones with crows. Otoya wanted to jump from joy as he stared at the patterned fabric.
Just as he was about to shove them in his pocket a large muscular arm wrapped around his neck. Headlocking him.
Otoya yowled, free hand coming up to grip said arm. His nails digging into it.
“Cought you.” Karasu's voice was honey warm and heavy against his ear.
“It is not what it loo-”
“Shut the fuck up.” Thaz silenced Otoya. He swallowed, heart beating a hundred miles per hour.
He could feel Karasu's strong chest pressing against his back. The other boy's breathing was heavy. It made Otoya shiver.
“You are a nasty little slut aint ya.” Karasu commented. “Going around, stealing peoples underwear.”
Karasu's hand came down as he palmed Otoya through his pants. Otoya moaned as he pressed back against Karasu. Closing up any space that was left between them.
He could feel Karasu's hard length pressing over the seam of his ass. Shit. He really was THAT big.
Otoya got a peak at his junk once when they were still on the same team but he thought he was tripping.
No. Here it was. The full deal. Pressing against his ass. Right fucking now.
“Hmmm..? Who else has been a victim of this?” Karasu added, tongue darting out and licking Otoya's ear. Using as much saliva as possible. Letting it drip down Otoya's neck.
The smaller boy shuddered, knees buckling.
“H..hah.. o-only you… only you crow…” moaned out. When he did so Karasu bit the base of his neck. Making sure it would leave a mark.
“What a good boy you are, Eita…” The use of his first name made Otoya's heart skip a beat. Karasu has never called him by his first name.
The bigger boy's hand slid into Otoya's hair, pulling his head back. Karasu's lips traveled down his jaw. Little whimpers Otoya was making.
Karasu was soaking it all up. He pushed Otoya forward, pressing him against the lockers. He ripped Otoya's shirt off.
Otoya shivered at the sudden cold but Karasu's warm hand helped. His large palm spread across Otoya's lean abdomen.
Karasu continued his little triad of kissing and leaving marks everywhere he could. The hand that was once on his abdomen made its way to Otoya's. Ripping out the boxers he was holding.
It made the smaller male whine, mouth open and gaping. Just how Karasu wanted. He shoved the fabric into Otoya's mouth.
Otoya could still taste the salty tinge of sweat on them. Saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth, running down his jaw. Karasu wiped his spit off with one hand, bringing it up to his own mouth and licking it.
“Taste s’good Eita.” He murmured against the boy's neck, taking one of his nipples and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.
His other hand squeezed the smaller boy's ass. Kneading the soft flesh in his palm. Otoya's eyes rolled onto the back of his skull. This felt just as good as he imagined it would.
Karasu shoved his knee between the smaller boy's legs. “Grind.” Otoya being the obedient puppy he was, did just as his master told him.
Humping like there was no tomorrow. He tried moaning but the fabric stuffed into his mouth made it hard so all that came out was a muffled groan.
“Such a good boy. Fuck youre so hot Eita.”
Karasu cupped one side of his face. Otoya leaned onto it, savoring any affection Karasu was willing to give him because who knew when he would get to have this, have him, again.
That alone made Otoya's eyes water. Would Karasu even look at him the same after this?
He didn't want anything to change between them. Karasu was still, after all, his best friend.
Karasu took his sweet time caressing Otoya's thighs, fingers hooking and unhooking from Otoya's waistband. Otoya shook his ass, forcing himself to be closer to Karasu again.
Signaling for him to get on with it. Karasu let out a hiss, teeth gritting.
“You want it so bad don't you slut.” Karasu boasted. Sliding his sweats down leaving Otoya's ass exposed to the cold air.
Karasu gave it a good slap, letting it echo through the empty locker room.
“Look at you, even wearing my own boxers.” Karasu laughed, a wide smirk plastered on his face.
Otoya made a note to shake his ass once more, nodding like a crazed man. Anything to appease his master.
It wasn't long before Karasu pulled Otoya's boxers down as well, leaving him fully naked against the wall. Karasu took a moment to appreciate his boy- ahem. Best friend's body.
Taking his sweet time to memorize all the curves, all the nooks and crannies. The freckle he had near his left hip.
And especially his dick. It wasn't too big. Perfectly midsized. There was one prominent being running down from its base all the way to the tip that was already leaking like a broken faucet.
Karasu smiled, collecting the stray beads and spreading them across the smaller man's cock.
Otoya shivered at the direct contact, leaning back into Karasu.
“Yea.. yea that's it baby. Just like that.” Otoya preened at the words. His weak spot was clearly being praised.
And he was a supposed womanizer. Tsh. Yea. Womanizer Karasu's ass. This man melted whenever he was called a good boy.
Karasu suddenly let go and Otoya winced at the loss of his warmth. Turning his head slightly so he could see what Karadu was doing.
He saw him grabbing a bottle of lube. The fucker was prepared for this Otoya noted. Karasu spread some of the clear liquid on his fingers, letting it warm up a bit before coming back over to Otoya.
How thoughtful Otoya pondered.
“Hands on the locker, ass up.” Karasu coaxed, placing his hand on Otoya's hip.
Otoya did as told, getting into the position Karasu wanted. When he did so he could feel the other man spread his ass.
That action made him realize how exposed he felt. He had to fight the urge to close his legs and bolt out of that locker room.
A finger probed at his entrance. It made Otoya flinch. That feeling alone was foreign.
He had never bottomed. Most of the sex he had was with women and he was the one topping. Duh. And he had never had the idea of fingering himself. That just seemed like too much work.
So just Krasus finger being there.almost sent him over the edge.
Karasu clearly noticed it.
“So sensitive.” Karasu mused, “Never got it from the back hm?”
Otoya shook his head. Refusing to look back and make eye contact with Karasu.
Finally Karasu slid a finger in. It went in smoother than either expected. Otoya was still unbelievably tight.
The sole idea of sticking his length in made Karasu twitch. He knew this was going to feel heavenly, he just needed to make sure Otoya felt the same way.
He slid the finger in and out for a bit before pushing another one in. Otoya's eyes widened, clearly shocked.
Smacking Karasu's hand on his hip. Karasu smiled. “Sorry, should’ve warned ya.”
He kissed Otoya's shoulderblade as an apology.
He moved the two fingers in a scissoring motion, letting them probe around. Trying to find that one spongy spot inside the smaller man.
Before Otoya could process anything he orgasamed like never before. Line after line of hot liquid staining the front of, what was this Rins (?), locker. Whatever Karasu pressed on just now made Otoya's knees so weak Karasu himself had to hold him up.
“Shit, didn't know that was gonna make you cum so fast.” Karasu held Otoya with one hand, rubbing the back of his neck with the other one.
Otoya removed the fabric from his mouth, throwing the boxers on the floor. “Again. I want you. In.”
His voice was hoarse. Eyes glassy and full of want Karasu never saw before.
“We don't have t-” Otoya interrupted him with a silent plea and Karasu was a weak man. So he gave in.
He nodded.
Adding a third finger just to stretch him out a bit more before getting up to get more lube.
Otoya hissed at the loss, a long dragged out whine escaping his throat. He watched as Karadu slicked himself up.
It was just then that Karasu's sheer size hit Otoya in the face. The three of his fingers barely fit. Hoa the fuck was that even gonna…
Once he slicked himself up enough Karasu aligned himself with Otoya's entrance. Pressing his head against the fluttering hole. Otoya, still sensitive from his first orgasm, let out a sudden moan.
Karasu huffed. “Relax ‘Toya. It's only gon’ hurt more if you don't." His tone was soft. Coaxing. His hand gently rubbed Otoya's hip.
Otoya did. Or at least did his best. Karasu inched his way in before fully bottoming out.
The intrusion felt strange, it hurt but it also felt so good at the same time. The stretch was so painfully arousing. Otoya's walls instinctively squeezed around it and Karasu let out a throaty moan.
Nuzzling his head on Otoya's shoulder.
“Want.. want a kiss..” Otoya pouted at him and Karasu felt his heart skip a beat.
Karasu never kissed people during flings. It was too intimate for him. Too personal. But this was Otoya. His Toya. And how could he decline his Toya anything.
He leaned in pressing his lips against the smaller males. Karasu's lips were full and soft just how Otoya always imagined them.
Nice to kiss. Otoya tilted his head, allowing Karasu better access to his mouth. And damn was Karasu using it. His kisses were fervent and needy, spit spilling from both their jaws as teeth met teeth.
Fuck Otoya never wanted this feeling to stop. He never wanted Karasu to stop kissing him. He wanted those lips on him forever.
When Karasu pulled away Otoya chased his lips. A pout formed on his face immediately.
“Can I move?” Otoya nodded. “Use your words pretty.”
“Yes. Hahh.. you can.. please.. Tabi..”
Tabi. Fuck Karasu was gonna.lose his mind over this man.
He began thrusting. Slowly at first. Testing the waters to see how Otoya would react. “F..f..fa-faster hnnghh..”
Karasu smiled, picking his pace up almost completely. Sounds of skin meeting skin and Otoya's overly loud moans filled the room. He was just the perfect tightness that made Karasu lose his mind. His walls squeezing around his length.
Otoya's cock leaked, drops of pre running down his length. He wanted to reach a hand down to stroke himself but Karasu grabbed it, pinning it above his head.
A frustrated grunt left Otoya but it was soon replaced with a moan when Karasu hit that one spot again.
“A-again please.. ah.. ngh… harder!”
Karasu placed his hand under Otoya's thigh, lifting his leg to have easier access. Allowing him to thrust harder.
“Fuck yes! Just like that!” Karasu gripped Otoya's hair, forcing his head back and biting his neck.
“Gon.. gon cum.. Tabi m’ gon’ cum..” Otoya whispered, tears of pleasure falling down his face. “Go on baby.”
Otoya came soon after a few thrusts. Ropes of cum staining his stomach.
Karasu picked his pace up, thrusts becoming sloppier chasing his own release. Otoya, still overstimulated, was nothing more than a moaning mess.
Karasu finally came with a snap of his hips and a guttural groan.
He stayed inside of Otoya for a bit, both trying to catch their breath.
When Karasu finally started pulling out Otoya turned around to face him.
And shit Karasu looked beautiful. With sweat dripping down his temples. Eyes glassy with a fire still burning inside them. His hands were on Otoya's waist as they just looked at each other.
“Karasu…”
“Well talk after we shower” Karasu quickly withdrew his hands, taking his towel and walking back towards the shower area.
Otoya just stared after him. Feeling the cum slowly drip out of him. He wanted to cry.
“Ya comin or naw?” The accented voice shook Otoya from his thoughts.
“I-.. I don't have.. clothes uh.. or a towel..” Karasu rolled his eyes, grabbing Otoya by his wrist and dragging him towards the showers.
Otoya's knees were still weak as he tumbled after the taller male. Karasu pulled him into the first shower he found, turning the water on.The taller man squeezed out some of his own bodywash. Spreading the mixture over the smaller man's body.
Otoya let out a gasp of relief as Karasu's hands worked into his skin.
“I love you.” Otoya bit his tongue quickly. He hadn't meant to say that. Fuck. Maybe Karasu didn't hear him from the running water but from the way his hands stilled he 100% did.
They stayed like that for a few seconds with only the sound of water in the background.
Karasu cleared his throat, “Are you.. you're not thinking clearly.”
“How could I not be?” Otoya shot back. Karasu was the only person he was honest with, okay mostly stealing his underwear didn't count as dishonesty in Otoya's books.
“Sex fog or whatever.”
“You just made that up.”
“I didn't."
“You definitely did.”
Karasu was silent for a moment. As if pondering something.,
“Listen I-...” He bit his lip. “Im not one of your side chicks. Nor do I want to be one-”
“Tabi.” That nickname alone made Karasu pause. Two emerald green eyes were looking at him.
“I would never lie to you. Really. I…”
“Where was that when you were stealing my underwear?” Karasu huffed a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oi shut up! Im tryina be emotional!!” Otoya snorted. “As I was saying. I- I never felt actual love until I met you. Really. I thought I did but.. all those women never stirred anything in me. Really. And I never even-”
Otoya's lips quivered. Eyes darting away from Karasu. “My father said he'd kill me if I ever even touched a guy in that way.”
Karasu was stunned for a moment. Otoya never really talked about his parents.
“So please if you are willing to give me even half a cha-”
Warm, soft lips pressing against his own stopped him. Otoya's eyes widened in shock and before he could process it he was kissing back. Arms around Karasu's neck.
“I love you too, Eita.”
Otoya nuzzled his head into Karasu's chest while the other tried to wash the remaining soap off him.
When they finished showering, Karasu toweled Otoya off before giving him his spare clothes.
Otoya put them on. Karasu also got dressed rather quickly. The two just looked at each other for a bit.
“So… about my underwear..”
Otoya flinched like an abused kid. “Lets talk in my room yea..?” He shyly suggested.
Karasu nodded, walking out of the locker room with Otoya in tow walking not even a step behind him.
When they finally got to Otoya's room Karasu immediately made himself comfortable on his bed. Otoya closed the door standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.
“Look I…” Otoya tried to think of a way to defend himself. But there really wasn't one, was there?
Oh yes sorry had to steal your underwear cause it helped me jerk off. Wow. Like that wont make things weirder.
“Look I don't really care because it's you.” Karasu randomly announced, making Otoya's face burn. “At least it wasn't some freak or something.”
“Hah. Yea.”
“Come.” Karasu opened his arms. Otoya stared at him before giving in and throwing himself into the taller boys arms.
Karasu held him tight, pressing a kiss to his hair.
“How’dya know it was me?” Otoya pondered.
“Well it was pretty obvious once I rolled out most of my team as a possibility. It just made sense since you were the only one who knew me so well.”
Otoya let out a strangled noise and Karasu laughed. Rubbing the base of his neck.
They were silent for a bit, just holding each other close. After wanting each other for so long this was the least they could do.
“Tabiiii……” Otoya poked his bicep, thumb lazily tracing over it.
“Hm?”
“Can I keep the superman ones?”
Karasu tried to sigh but it was quickly overtaken by a laugh.
“Sure.”