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Chigiri enters their room quietly.
“Rensuke?” He whispers.
Kunigami flinches in his sleep, a long-soft groan escaping from his body. Kunigami had been suffering from a ‘sudden’ cold for the past two days and Chigiri made it his mission to check up on him every hour or so.
Chigiri approached cautiously, hoping Kunigami hadn’t noticed his presence fully. He removes the now lukewarm bath towel from his forehead to replace it with a new, colder one to relieve some discomfort where he can.
He’s mostly successful, Kunigami’s chest rises and falls rhythmically and he looks relatively undisturbed as Chigiri finishes swapping them.
Chigiri sits and watches Kunigami sleep. His ears pick up the soft whimpers and the scratchy breath wheezing out of him as his body slowly combats his fever.
Kunigami has never fallen ill while they’ve been together, so Chigiri thought it impossible until now.
Kunigami startles him as he swiftly moves to remove their bed sheets off his burning hot body, exposing his skin to the cold air of the room.
“Hyoma,” he whines, attempting to rise from their bed and take off his sweater. Chigiri gently places a hand on his chest to push him back down.
“I’m right here,” he coos, “just rest.”
Kunigami got his cold from foolishly running back home from the gym in the rain. Chigiri tried warning him but he stubbornly refused to listen, walking into their apartment dripping wet with a stupid smile on his face instead.
Kunigami weakly points at his abdomen, trying to pull up his sweater hazily. Chigiri watches, hoping the dark covers his flushed facial expression. He seems to understand what Kunigami is trying to get at and grabs a wet towel.
“Is this good?” Chigiri says as he rubs Kunigami’s sweaty skin with the cold towel, cooling him and wiping him clean. Kunigami’s head falls back into his pillow as Chigiri continues.
Chigiri watches as Kunigami relaxes and falls back into sleep peacefully, still gently rubbing circles on his abs with the towel.
Chigiri slowly moves to place the towel elsewhere and accidentally knocks something with his hand, making Kunigami jump and groan loudly. Chigiri’s eyes darted to his hand to see what he knocked, letting his gaze settle on Kunigami’s hard on. Kunigami pants and shakes slightly, trying his hardest to move and hide it away from Chigiri’s view without much success.
Chigiri looks at Kunigami’s state, his heart beating faster as the situation weighs on him more. He can’t leave Kunigami with this, he’s gotta do something..
Chigiri shushes Kunigami while dragging a delicate finger across his abs down to a scuff of dark orange hair. Chigiri’s hand grows hot and almost sweaty from Kunigami’s own radiating body heat, he lets his fingers rest atop his skin, hairs and a beating vein that leads to the base of his dick.
Chigiri slowly starts to break past the lining of Kunigami’s sweatpants, watching for hesitance. Kunigami groans, unable to truly make out what’s happening to him. He grabs Chigiri’s arm to make sure he’s really there and relaxes slightly.
“What are you doing,” Kunigami mumbles, so hazy from fever and the sudden throbbing sensation felt in his dick he can barely speak or protest against Chigiri’s decision.
“I’m gonna help you.” Chigiri’s hand continues past his pants to break into his boxers, wrapping a few slim fingers around his large member.
“Stay still.” Chigiri dotes on Kunigami as he watches him squirm and mumble incoherently to him, unable to move away from his touch.
He wraps his hand around Kunigami’s shaft and gently pulls it out from the oven-like heat of his pants, moving their bedsheets.
“Hyoma, wait.. Hold on,” Kunigami looks embarrassed but moreover confused, he feels sudden pressure in his head and a throbbing pain in his groin he desperately wants relief from.
Chigiri doesn’t wait, instead he squeezes and starts pumping unhurriedly, making Kunigami choke on air and sharply breathe in. Kunigami’s whimpering and disoriented whines sound like honey against Chigiri’s ears, he smiles softly as he listens intently.
Chigiri starts longer strokes, watching Kunigami unfold beneath him. Chigiri takes his time like Kunigami’s weakened body and state was something that deserved to be handled correctly and carefully. Kunigami tugs at Chigiri’s own sweater and thrusts up into his hand subconsciously, animalistic groans escaping his lips and bellowing out into the dark of their room.
Kunigami squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, the dizziness that followed shortly after pains him gravely. He’s silently begging for the relief and release to come quicker, almost afraid Chigiri might pull away and leave him high and dry. Chigiri tries matching his desired pace, using his thumb to play with his now overly sensitive slit.
“Hyo- Hyoma, please,” Kunigami says wetly, his voice hoarse and deep from sickness. Chigiri listens to his sweet begging, his ragged breaths and almost pathetic moans encourage him to go just a little faster and bring Kunigami to the release he truly deserves.
His hand traces over pulsating muscle and veins, Chigiri gave almost unbearable attention to the minute details of Kunigami’s shaft, letting his smooth hands trot over every inch.
Kunigami is really amazing..
“Hyoma—!” Kunigami gasps, his strong figure falling unusually weak as he nears his release.
Kunigami’s fingers dig moon crescents in the fat of Chigiri’s arm, his grip is bruisingly tight now. Chigiri lets his arm fall into static as he continues jerking him off lovingly, knowing there’s no evil intent behind it.
Kunigami’s pre makes his dick slightly slick, allowing Chigiri to fall into a mind-fucking rhythm that Killed any fight in Kunigami for sure. He stills and pants desperately as his body works overtime to bring him to explosion.
“Come on.” Chigiri beckoned, “Cum for me, I’m here,” Kunigami seems to fall back to earth after remembering it’s Chigiri who’s playing around with him, he opens his eyes and gazes up at Chigiri; his expression pathetic and sweet at the same time.
A deadly mix of emotions Chigiri himself almost couldn’t bear, Kunigami looks unbelievably fucked out and desperate, Chigiri leans in to push away sweaty forehead hairs from his face and stare deeply into his eyes.
Chigiri watches as Kunigami’s eyes roll back and flutter as he reaches ecstasy, opening his mouth only for soft little moans to fall out into the dark. The base of his dick and balls tighten painfully as he shoots out white strings of now wasted seed.
Kunigami tries bringing his high down but Chigiri is still stroking him through it, Kunigami becomes undone for the 100th time and Chigiri watches in glee.
Kunigami, embarrassingly, has to beg and claw at Chigiri to let him go.
“I-I can’t— Please, stop, please,” His feet buckle against their bed and he punches at his consciousness not to fall so weak and take initiative but it doesn’t, instead, he grows closer and closer to overstimulation and soon, another release.
“Hyomaa,” His throat drags the sound of Chigiri’s given name, he’d never felt so weak and satisfied at the same time before, all not too eager to welcome the new feeling in.
“You’re okay, just trust me.” Is all Chigiri huffs out as he watches Kunigami break. Chigiri gains a strange gratification from the experience, leaving his own hard on alone to pour his entire focus into draining Kunigami of his bodily fluids.
He pants and mumbles against Kunigami as he feels his own blood rush down to his groin and make him feel slightly hazy, too. There’s no time to form cohesive thoughts as his hand moves faster, the aggressive jerking motion bringing Chigiri there too.
Together, they both cum, hard.
Chigiri groans and shakes untouched, his voice cracking and falling apart as he basks in euphoria. Small tears gloss his eyes as he rips through an orgasmic heat of his own. He looks down at Kunigami to see he’s completely blank, his eyes rolled back and eyelids twitching as he silently experiences unknown bliss.
The look is something Chigiri’s never had the pleasure to see before, his new expression is one to die for right now. Chigiri trembles, hoping he can move soon to clean up the mess he made.
Chigiri lets go of Kunigami and takes in the scene, Kunigami has a hand draped over his eyes and breathes shallowly, covered in his own cum and drenched in sweat.
Chigiri’s sort of proud of his work, leaning down to leave a kiss on Kunigami’s cheek.