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Shuichi could die here, and he would be happy; right here, head melting into Kokichi’s soft thighs. He’d never felt more at peace, which was a bit strange considering the killing game, but he wouldn’t think too hard about it. All that mattered was right in front of him. Shuichi sighed contently, hands rested on either side of the other boys legs as he buried his cheek further into the lush pillows beneath him.
It helped that Kokichi had decided to wear basketball shorts instead of his usual straight-leg trousers. They had changed into casual clothing due to the approaching nighttime announcement, and because they were both aware that they wanted to spend as much time together as possible. It was difficult to be like this in front of the others. Voices lowered, soft and placating. Bodies close and intimate. Shuichi was sure Kaito would blow a fuse.
Shuichi’s room was the perfect place for a moment like this. He was an organized person, so his bed was usually made, and the floors were kept clear. Anywhere public, he would die of embarrassment; no one but the Ultimate Supreme Leader would ever be privy to seeing him like this. Kokichi’s room was not only off limits, but extremely cluttered, which would make it difficult for him to relax like he was now. Sure, the wall of Monokuma collectibles could be off-putting, but they were small enough to ignore. Why he kept all of them, he wasn’t sure.
He felt a hand creep up to his meet his hairline. Fingers made their way over his scalp, parting the hair as they carded through, leaving no knots or tangled nests. He shivered at the touch. Shuichi gripped the outside of Kokichi’s thighs as he reveled in the sensation.
Shuichi parted his eyes slightly, vision blurred, and glanced up at Kokichi. He thought he saw a slight smirk form, but he could be imagining it. He felt the boy shuffle a bit and noticed his other hand reach for something Shuichi couldn’t see. “What are you doing?” the detective asked, voice muffled.
Kokichi stopped moving and looked down, bending slightly to get closer to Shuichi’s face. “Don’t worry about it,” he said, winking. The hand on his head began to move again, distracting him from asking any more questions. “You’re affectionate today, aren’t you?”
He didn’t reply with words. Instead, Shuichi pouted, rubbing his head on Kokichi’s thighs, hands still gripping the sides. He was feeling needy, but he didn’t realize he was so easy to read. Kokichi did that to him; broke down his barriers until he was nothing but a bundle of emotions to be picked through. Usually, this vulnerability would feel scary, but not with Kokichi. Never with him. He lifted his gaze slightly to look into the other boys eyes with worried eyebrows, jutting out his bottom lip, eyes glazed over.
Kokichi giggled, brushing the hair away from the detectives eyes. “What am I going to do with you?” He tilted his head and squinted. “You’re like a puppy…”
Shuichi’s face flushed. A puppy!? Well, he was rubbing his face all over Kokichi, which he supposed was puppyish… but he wasn’t like this usually!
“Aw, don’t look so embarrassed,” Kokichi teased. “Nothing wrong with being obedient- to me, that is!”
That comment only made his face hotter. He ducked his head down into Kokichi’s thighs once more, but only to hide the effect of the words being said to him. He wasn’t obedient. He was being teased, and the other boy knew how susceptible he was to stuff like that, which is why he kept on pushing. The specific phrasing, though, sent a shock through his body all the way down to-
Shuichi’s grip on the legs beneath him was shaky now.
Hands caressed his cheeks, slowly lifting his face until he was eye-to-eye with Kokichi. The leaders hands stayed firmly in place. The detective’s breathing was shaky. A needy whine escaped his lips. All he could see was Kokichi. All he could feel was Kokichi.
Kokichi smirked. “What, you need me to order you around?”
Shuichi’s heart jumped. His mouth gaped open, useless and unable to conjure up any words. He didn’t have a response to that question. All he knew was that it did something to him, and that he was too embarrassed about it to tell Kokichi, yes. He did, in fact, want to be ordered around.
“Well,” Kokichi started with a playful frown, “I can’t do anything unless you speak up, now can I?”
“What?” he replied. What was he trying to do?
Kokichi squeezed his face and said, “Do you need me to order you around?” Shuichi flinched. “Well? Answer me!”
He tried to speak, but Kokichi’s hands were making his words unintelligible. This was just humiliating, now. Good thing it was just the two of them, right?
Shuichi gently took hold of Kokichi’s wrists in an attempt to loosen the grip on his face. As he started to pull, Kokichi clamped his hands tighter. “Nuh-uh! Did I say you could do that?”
His eyebrows shot up in confusion. How was he supposed to answer Kokichi’s question, then?
Kokichi smiled, obviously enjoying his internal struggle. “How about this,” he said mischievously. “Since you love acting like a puppy oh-so much…” He paused.
Shuichi’s eyes widened. What was he about to say? What was Kokichi going to make him do? The boy in question took much delight in leaving him in suspense; he looked him up and down, practically undressing him with his eyes.
“Lick my face and do as I say, then I’ll know how obedient you are.” He grinned as Shuichi’s face went cherry-red. His hands loosened, either to allow Shuichi to comply or to let him back out.
He stilled, mulling over the options presented to him. He could pull back and stop whatever was happening, or he could lean in. Listen to every command. Do whatever Kokichi wanted him to do; let him take the reins. Be his pet, an obedient puppy, just for tonight.
Yeah. He could do that.
Biting back the shame bubbling in his gut, he leaned in towards Kokichi. He was extremely close to him now- no going back. He put his mouth against the others ear and whispered, “I’ll be good for you, don’t worry.”
Kokichi’s eyes widened, almost like he didn’t expect to get this far. Fortunately for him, Shuichi had no plans of backing out. His tongue lolled out against his ear. Shuichi slowly dragged it down until it reached the corner of his mouth, then pulled back. He stared at Kokichi intensely, waiting for his next command.
Shuichi had thoroughly pulled him out of his stupor. “…Is that all?” He said, grabbing Shuichi’s chin. “Puppies are usually more aggressive than that, y’know.”
Shuichi grit his teeth but wasted no time complying. He placed his hands next to Kokichi’s head to give himself more stability, then chose a place to start the attack: his chin.
With more speed than before, he flitted out his tongue. No part of Kokichi’s face went unchecked, per his own request. Shuichi was listening perfectly.
“Alright, alright!” Kokichi laughed. He pushed Shuichi off and said, “That’s it. You’re getting the idea now.”
He wanted to be happy at the praise, and to be fair he was, but he needed something. He wasn’t sure what. Shuichi stared at Kokichi whose face was now as red as his, and bent down. He lifted his arms to wrap around Kokichi’s shoulders, then leaned in to press a kiss to-
Kokichi slapped a hand over his mouth, a sharp glint in his eyes. What. Why wasn’t he letting Shuichi kiss him? He wanted him to lick his face but not kiss him? This was frustrating, and quite frankly extremely annoying. He wanted- no, needed to kiss Kokichi, but it wasn’t happening. Kokichi wouldn’t let him. He whined beneath the hand.
“Aw, did you want to kiss me?” Kokichi asked, his mocking tone sending shivers down Shuichi’s spine. The detective nodded frantically. He had never been denied a kiss before, not from him. It felt unnatural. “Kneel and beg. Maybe I’ll let you if you do it well enough.” He laughed under his breath.
Kneel and… beg.
Kokichi wanted him to beg for a kiss.
Would he? Was Shuichi so desperate for affection, so clingy, that he would beg for something so simple as a kiss?
He stilled for a moment and thought.
Yes.
He was that desperate.
Shuichi was basically straddling him at this point, so he stayed in that position. He wrapped his arms around Kokichi’s neck and pressed their foreheads together. “Please…” he begged, “I need to kiss you. Please let me, Kokichi…”
He saw as Kokichi glanced down at his lips, then back up to his eyes. He felt hope blossom in his chest. Then, he smiled, subtlety moving down.
“No.”
His smiled faltered. “What- are you serious?” he asked, voice leaning on distraught. “But I- I begged. I begged like you wanted!”
Kokichi narrowed his eyes and traced a finger down Shuichi’s nose. “Did you? I don’t remember seeing you kneel. Didn’t really sound like you wanted it either…”
Kokichi was hard to please, he realized. But god, did he want to. He wanted him to feel so good, and Shuichi hoped he could accomplish that by obeying. He wanted Kokichi’s praise; he wanted his affection. Even though he had been unsure and a bit mortified at first, listening to his orders felt natural - electric, even- and he found himself waiting for the next one to arrive with open ears and an open mind. He’d never felt this way before - compliant.
He pouted as he crawled backwards on all fours, desperate eyes stuck on Kokichi. He knelt down until his forehead gently graced the mattress. Then, he stayed for a minute, breathing heavily. “Please.” He looked up. “I need this. I need you.”
Kokichi hardly reacted, only raising his chin in reply. He wanted more, it seemed. Shuichi bit his lip, unsure of himself. Then, with a shaky breath and half-lidded eyes, he realized that he knew what to do. He had Kokichi all figured out. There was no way this could fail.
He crawled forward slowly. Once he reached Kokichi’s lap, he nuzzled his head in the crook of his shoulder. He could feel his pulse. “I don’t think you realize how much I want you, Kokichi.” He pressed a tentative kiss to his neck, nuzzling further into the gentle hold he was being kept in.
“Oh yeah?” Kokichi said quietly, looking down at the detective.
Shuichi’s hands crawled up to the others boys sides. “I need you so bad; I feel like I’ll die if you don’t let me kiss you. Nothing else matters, just please let me.”
Kokichi hummed. “And why should I?”
He inhaled sharply. “I’m begging you. You like kissing me, right?”
The supreme leader nodded with a grin.
Shuichi looked at him with worried eyebrows. “Well, I love it. You have the softest, prettiest lips on any boy I’ve ever seen. When I’m around you, all I can do is stare and wish they were on mine. Even when you’re not there, or I’m alone, I think about it- about you. I can’t help myself. You’re the most gorgeous and funny and- well, the best person I’ve ever been with. Kokichi- baby, please. I need you…”
Kokichi’s eyebrows shot up. “Might wanna raise you’re standards a bit there, Mr. Detective,” he said playfully. He giggled as Shuichi began to peck at his jaw. “I guess you can kiss me…”
Shuichi perked up. Finally! He cupped Kokichi’s face in his hands, relief flooding his muscles.
“Only if,” Kokichi said, “you strip for me.”
“Like… all the way?” Shuichi asked shyly. He’d never been completely bare in front of another person before, but he would do it for him.
Kokichi smirked. “Eager, huh?” He shrugged, tucking a finger into Shuichi’s shorts and tugging. “Nah. You can keep your boxers on, but everything else must go!”
Shuichi briefly wondered how the other was able to act so confident right now. Or really, how he could act so calm. Then, he realized he’d be the only one stripping. “Wait. What about you? Are- are you not…”
“I was hoping you’d rip them off of me, Shumai. Didn’t expect you to bring it up though, you dirty dog!” He laughed as Shuichi flushed. Kokichi really liked calling him an animal, he realized.
“Sure then. I can do that,” he said nervously. Pushing down his hesitation, Shuichi gripped the hem of his shirt, slowly peeling it off of his body. He could feel eyes raking over his torso as it was revealed, which made him a bit embarrassed. He wasn’t exactly fit. Shuichi’s body was slender and angular, though not weak thanks to the training routine he had picked up. His arms were skinny, just like the rest of him, and his waist was small. Sometimes, he wished he looked more like Kaito; muscular all around with a strong jaw to match. He had tried to accept his body for what it was, but that wasn’t always an easy thing to do. Recently, though, a certain someone had made sure to let him know just how perfect he was.
Unlike him, Kokichi wasn’t shy. He was never afraid to let his opinions known, both verbally and physically, which allowed him to act unabashedly. He placed a hand on Shuichi’s lower stomach. He gradually moved it up until it graced the side of Shuichi’s chest. With his thumb, he gently rolled over Shuichi’s erect nipple, eliciting a pathetic whimper from the boy on top of him. “Sensitive, are we?” He tugged at the detectives shorts, thumb keeping a steady pace. “Time to take these off too~”
Shuichi gulped, taking in a shaky breath. He slid his hands under his shorts and pulled them off one leg at a time. Kokichi’s gaze slid down. His boxers were plain black, probably just the generic store brand. He wondered why he wasn’t asked to take them off…
“My turn!” Kokichi said, gripping Shuichi’s quivering thighs. “You remember what I told you right?”
He nodded, a bit unsure. “But, are you okay with that? I don’t have to- I mean, I want to but if you don’t want me to, that’s fine.”
Kokichi clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Are you on something? Of course I want you to take off my clothes. I asked, didn’t I?”
“But-”
“I thought you were a good listener, Shuichi…” He pouted. “Do what I tell you to do!” He gripped the detective’s thighs tighter and sent a warning glare.
“All- all right. If you really want me to I will.” At Kokichi’s grin, he reached for the waist of his shorts. He pulled them down the same way he did his own, then threw them on the floor. Then, he gripped the hem of his shirt. Kokichi lifted his arms which allowed him to pull it off and discard them like the shorts had been.
Shuichi inhaled sharply. Somehow, he had never seen the supreme leader shirtless, so it was a lot to take in. Kokichi was softer than he was, which was a good thing in his eyes, and he was wearing bright red boxers with diagonal yellow stripes. His stomach slightly rolled over them. Shuichi wondered how they didn’t show through his usual white pants, but maybe he had different underwear on the days he wore those. Or the fabric was high quality.
His thoughts didn’t matter as he felt arms wrap around his neck. Kokichi pulled him in close, their torsos pressed together. “Like what you see?” he teased.
“Yeah,” Shuichi said breathily. He could feel their heartbeats pound against one another and it felt so good. He snaked his arms around Kokichi’s back, pressing them further into each other, as if he wanted to merge their bodies into one. Both of their faces were hot and Shuichi was sure this was heaven. He never wanted this moment to end.
Kokichi glanced at his lips. “You can kiss me now.”
Finally!
At this point, Shuichi was all pent-up. How he had made it this far without breaking was a mystery. He smashed their lips together with a moan. Kokichi yelped in surprise, but it wasn’t long before he bit back with the same intensity.
Shuichi opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, the other doing the same. His hips rolled down and his hold on Kokichi became tighter. He felt hips roll up to meet his. He couldn’t hold back the groan that escaped him.
Kokichi’s hands moved up to grip his hair. He pulled and Shuichi moaned.
He pulled back from Shuichi, breaking the kiss, hands still tangled in his hair. They were both breathing heavily. His face was blank as he asked, “Did you just moan when I pulled on your hair?”
His face went white, not expecting to be called out. He was too embarrassed to respond; he stared at Kokichi with wide eyes. Here he went messing everything up. As soon as they were allowed to kiss, too!
Kokichi was silent.
Shuichi opened his mouth to apologize. “I- ngh-!”
His eyes clamped shut as his head was yanked back by his hair. Before he could speak, he was pulled forwards and forced to make eye contact.
Kokichi grinned and Shuichi went red. “You like that, huh?” he said. He gripped his hair tighter and the detective whimpered.
They stayed like that for a while. Kokichi’s narrowed eyes raking over every inch of his face; Shuichi trembling under his hand. He wasn’t scared, though. It was the anticipation that made him shake.
The hand in his hair tilted his head back and forced him to bare his neck. Kokichi licked his lips. “I can do what I want, right?” he asked, although he knew what the answer would be. He pressed a soft kiss to Shuichi’s neck. Licking up the side until he reached his jaw, he looked at the detective’s face. Pinched brows and red, glowing cheeks. “I like what I see too.”
Shuichi inhaled sharply as teeth grazed the side of his neck. He felt lips press and suck around the sensitive skin. He let his head be moved back as he closed his eyes, winding his arms around Kokichi’s back.
Then, the doorbell rang.
Shuichi opened his eyes slightly in confusion. “What-”
“Ignore it,” Kokichi replied, continuing to suck at his neck.
He nodded, eyes fluttering shut at his words. Probably wasn’t anything important anyway- wait. His eyes shot open as he delicately pushed Kokichi away. “What time is it?” he asked.
Kokichi shrugged.
At that moment, time stopped. Shuichi noticed a rectangle shaped object placed beside the supreme leader. “Kokichi…”
“Yes?”
“Is that you’re monopad next to you?”
Kokichi made a show of slowly glancing to his side and gasping. “Oh my! How did that get there?”
Shuichi stared at the device for a few minutes before looking into the others eyes. Without blinking, he grabbed the monopad and turned it over. It was recording. It had been recording.
His doorbell rang again and he knew he was screwed.
His voice was low as he said, “Kaito’s waiting for me.”
Kokichi smiled. “Oh, is that who interrupted us? You should skip training. Stay here with me instead!” He grimaced as Shuichi’s eyes became shadowed by his bangs.
“You were recording,” the detective muttered.
Kokichi giggled. “Sure was. Are you angry?” He snatched the monopad back and scrolled through the video, pausing on a frame of Shuichi on all fours. “You don’t have any right to be. This was all you, Shumai!” He laughed again. “Not my fault your so obedi-”
“Shut up!” He grabbed Kokichi’s shoulders, shaking them as he spoke. “I can’t believe you- you can’t show that to anyone, alright?!” His ears burned.
The doorbell rang, this time impatiently.
“Ah!” Shuichi jolted. “Kaito! I have to go.”
Kokichi squinted his eyes. “I would look in the mirror first if I were you.”
That couldn’t be good. He rushed to the bathroom and- holy shit.
Looking in the mirror, he lifted a shaky hand to his neck which was covered in burning red marks. They went all around and down all the way to his collarbone. His face was red and sweaty.
Mouth agape, he shuffled out of the bathroom. “My button-up won’t cover all of this,” he said with a pointed glare. “You can’t leave my room.”
Kokichi pouted. “Huh? Why not?”
“Because if you do, he’ll know why I look like this!” He pointed to his neck, eliciting an annoying laugh from the other boy. “Trust, Kokichi, you will pay for what you did.”
“I’ll pay?” he asked, tilting his head, “How exactly will I pay?”
Shuichi glared at him, eyes shadowed once more. “When that time comes, you will know…”
Kokichi shrieked playfully. “Ooh, how scary!”
The doorbell rang once more as Shuichi slid on pants and a button-up. He grimaced at the thought of the insistent questions he was about to be bombarded with. “Remember, don’t leave!” He pointed at Kokichi. “Please don’t- I’m serious.”
Kokichi slid down on the bed until he was flat against the mattress and nodded sluggishly, which did nothing to calm his racing heart.
He shook his head and took a few deep breaths before walking to the door. He opened it cautiously.
“Sidekick!” Kaito said. The smile on his face faltered as he looked Shuichi up and down. “You don’t look so good. Did you forget about training?”
Shuichi looked everywhere but his eyes. Making contact would feel like confessing his sins. “Yeah. I’m sorry… but I’m ready now so we can go.”
“Hold on,” Kaito said tentatively. He squinted and leaned forward, which made the detective instinctively lean back. “What the-”
“It’s not what you think!” Shuichi blurted out. “Let’s just go train, alright? I’m fine!”
“Yeah, he’s fine!” a muffled voice shouted from behind.
They stared at each other, faces blank.
Kaito closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “Please say I did not hear Kokichi.” He slapped his hands down on Shuichi’s shoulders. “Bro… sidekick, please. Say it’s not true…”
He tried to stutter out a reply, but was interrupted by the sound of his own muffled voice.
“Well, I love it. You have the softest, prettiest lips on any boy I’ve ever seen. When I’m around you, all I can do is stare and wish they were on mine. Even when you’re not there, or I’m alone, I think about it- about you. I can’t help myself. You’re the most gorgeous and funny and- well, the best person I’ve ever been with. Kokichi- baby, please. I need you…”
What was…
Did Kokichi just…
Shuichi snapped his head to the side, shame eating at his gut. “Ignore that! Please. God, you didn’t- you didn’t hear that, okay?!”
Kaito’s eyes were wide as he watched the detective stutter and stumble over his words. “I see…” He lifted a hand up to pinch his temples. “Why him, man?” he whined. He looked him up and down once more. “Well, I guess I’ll go then.”
“Wh-what?” Shuichi said in alarm. “I can still train!”
“Nah, don’t worry about it.” He paused, eyes on the visible parts of Shuichi’s neck. “I obviously interrupted something,” he said awkwardly.
“Kaito- wait!” he tried, but no amount of pleading could stop the astronaut from sulking away.
Dumbfounded and utterly mortified, he walked back inside his room. Kokichi was laying down on the bed, hands behind his head acting as if nothing was wrong. As if he hadn’t done anything at all.
“Not training today?” Kokichi asked, turning his head to look at him. “Guess I got my wish!”
Kokichi had to pay. He undid the belt he had put on just moments before.
Kokichi cocked an eyebrow. “What are you- huh!?”
Shuichi pounced.