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Karasu's breath was mingled with Otoya's, they were fighting with the tongues to have the dominance. They never had any other results other than ties, and it wasn't much different now. Karasu knows they never will get a different ending. Because neither of them were brave enough.
O: You are thinking again, so loudly that it makes me less horny.
Karasu's breath hitched with Otoya's hitched-teasing-low voice. God, it was his favourite tune out of all the instruments he have heard before. Nothing made him tingling all over, leaving him breathless under a man before... His friend's voice was it. His boy friend's voice. He was wondering- how Otoya really was feeling about this-
O: Heyo, baby? Come back to me.
Karasu blinked a few times and that was when he noticed Otoya's relatively chilly hands were craddling his cheeks...
'Oh, Eita, how can you look at a person with those eyes and call it casual after...'
K: My bad, trying to listen if the noises were footsteps...
And his breath hitched again with the sudden peck, Otoya licked his chapped lips afterwards. Damn, the greenish boy's breath always smells like some candy. An addictive one. His flirtish smile was worth to see as well.
O: Isn't it more interesting this way? The thrill... I love it, Tabi', do you?
'How can I not love something that involves you...'
This time Karasu pinched the other's green locks with a smirk.
K: Yeah, yeah, Otoya.
And that one pout once again tortured his sore eyes.
O: And here you go, killing the mood again by calling me that.
'What mood, Eita... What mood...'
He wanted to ask. But Karasu Tabito was scared. He was used to hear this was fucking casual from Otoya. But it doesn't mean it makes him satisfated. Nor grateful. He wanted more of it. Couldn't he? Couldn't he want more of his friend? Yeah, how can he. When he was a boy, and Otoya wasn't interested in boys.
At the end, he never wanted to hear what they really were from Otoya. Or what this meant. Because he already knows. He knows it was casual.
He remembers so well when Otoya first heard his suspicious questions- and he had fucking smiled sheepishly. Like it didn't mean anything. Like Tabito meant nothing. And then he simply said.. 'Girls do that too, y'know. Some buddy casual thing it is.' And Karasu never asked again. Since he was being tortured enough with Otoya's simplicity.
The way he was talking about girls, flirting with the others and shamelessly crawl back on top of Karasu at the end of the day. It was casual... It was casual... How did Tabito even fall for someone as mediocre as Otoya? No... He knew better. He knows it was just his brain trying to defend itself towards his doomed love. Because Otoya was everything but mediocre. And he was different too. Different from gays, bisexuels, pansexuels, or heteros- He didn't know he was not hetero. And he didn't care kissing a boy. That was where he has his insecurities. It seems... It was really casual-
The chilldy, slander fingers caressed his cheekbone and swiped away a single tear drop. Oh gods- he let it slip??!! However, it wasn't Tabito's current problem. It was Eita's expression. Those soft, pouting lips glistening with their mixed saliva; those anxious, mysterious eyes who hold such strong feelings; those fingers who touch him like a treasure, like a stone which is being carved into some royalty crown. None of them could be casual.
O: Hey, something's wrong with you today. C'mon, baby. You can talk to me.
Baby. It was the same with when it was on field. But at the same time, it was much more different. It didn't hold the usual teasing in it... Actually, it hasn't been. For a while, everywhere. When this has started to evolve... something more?
He doesn't know. They don't know.
And Karasu just let himself cry as Otoya kissed his tears away. He whispered nothing, touched nowhere but his face, kissed nothing but his tears. Though... His eyes never let Tabito go. Those eyes... Just like a hawk watching its prey- And those fingers its claws- No. No fucking way his Eita was a predator. Which such gentleness... He could only be his soulmate.
K: Damn... Sorry...
His tears kept slipping, though, he stopped caring as Eita just fucking smiled at him. After the tears have dried, he felt a forehead kiss. Great, what a casual thing to do, right?
O: So, want to talk or..?
K: Hell, no... Just hold me.
He felt pathetic. Dead even. Because he was being hold by his hetero crush at the moment. What a nice memory for later, isn't it?
However, Otoya kept brushing his lips to purplish locks as Karasu snuggled to his chest more and more. He was trying to be one with Eita's heart, so he can have a look inside of it. To see if he really doesn't feel any different. On the other hand, though... He was scared. He wasn't ready for the answer he knows he will going to see. Were there no any hopes? Probably not. Yet... It was so hard to believe because of this fool's behaviours.
He felt the slander arms tighten more, circling him secured. Sweet whispers washing his locks...
O: If no one, I will be here. I won't care about what other says about you. Not even yourself, okay? You think you will be 'mediocre'? Then be it. I will love you again and again. Even if you don't love yourself. So you are also allowed to cry. Do you hate yourself for crying here? Then I will hate myself too. That way, after this, we can love ourselves and then each other once again.
How casual was it, right, Eita?
The stopped tears just started digging their existence down Karasu's cheeks. Because what else can he even do?.. Yeah, he can do what they have been.
So he lifted his face to steal another casual kiss from his friend. And who was Otoya to decline this?
His tongue has entered inside this time, and honestly greenish boy was a little surprised. They never ever didn't fight for dominance... But it made him feel good. He felt the excitement as his tongue licked Karasu's teeth, tongue. He sucked the bottom lip as harsh as he can. No bites, though. Otoya always enjoys sucking. So let him do. Just like Karasu does. When he felt Otoya's lips sucking his chin, he took a deep breath and tilted his head to the side, giving his friend more space. As he devours his skin like a hungry dog. Gods, how blind the fuck Otoya was.
K: Either you are blind to the point even glasses wouldn't save you, or you are horny to the point I am not enough.
The whisper has reached to Eita, however, he just smirked with his lustful, half-lidded eyes which were focused on the other man.
O: I don't know what are you talking about... But...
Here it was, his hand. Massaging his curve of waist... Damn his hands, really, fuck Eita! No, literally he wishes- maybe he bottoms- WAIT no ugh-
K: Hmmhp- Hey!
Karasu tried to sit up as a reflex- no chances though! Otoya pushed him down more on his waist, and then his chilly hand slipped up, groping his chest.
K: A-ahh stop- W-why are you so bold today?
Otoya's lips found his belly button and the greenish locks tickled his navel.
O: Hmm...
No responses were heard other than pleasent hums. Because apparently Otoya wants to hear Karasu's whimpers. Pathetic- but hot... However, Karasu bit his lips harsh when he felt a cold touch on his left nipple.
K: Ei... Eita...
O: Hmm... Why, you ask...
And here those olive fucking eyes... Then a provoking, kitten lip at his sensitive, wet bud once again.
O: You are tenser today, so I am trying to help...
His teeth grazed the tip, made Karasu flinch and exhale as his fingers dived between white locks.
K: Just helping, hmm...
O: You are an enigma for me.
'I know. And when I am not an enigma for you no more, you will be bored since it will be tiresome for you. I will be nothing. Karasu Tabito will become nothing than ordinary for Otoya Eita.'
However, Tabito didn't have any rights to be lost in his own mind at the moment. He whimpered loudly and tightined his grip on the white-green locks when his nipple were being eaten.
K: What the fawk- you hungry bastard...
O: Hehe... Always have such plump-
K: That's because you abuse them always everyday, you dumbass!
However, Otoya didn't mind the slap he had to his head. He was focused on making Karasu feel good.
O: Say, Tabi'...
'God- That nickname with his voice...'
O: Do you like it...
His olive eyes locked themselves on the vivid blues once again, with such a strong emotion could be simply (maybe even only) called love... Could be?
O: When I do this...
Tabito didn't whimper this time. When Otoya exhaled to his wet nipple to torture him further, and caressed his dangerously inner thigh roughly, he let a moan slip out past his drooling lips.
K: You are a damn menace...
The smirk he has received was not unnoticed by Eita, so he responded back with a lick on the other's happy trail.
O: You know, I would considering dating if you were a girl. You are not tiresome and boring, I am sure.
At Otoya's gigle, Karasu felt his heart being pinched again. Not- not pinched. Fucking being fisted actually. Of course this fucker needed to ruin the moment.
O: You are so noisy, and I like it baby. So sensitive and responsive...
However... Whatever Otoya said after that was unheard. Since the listener was lost in his own mind.
'I should stop this... Stopping this is the only logical thing to do... But I won't. Will I? Hah...'