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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Isara_Mao/Sakuma_Ritsu
  Character:
      Isara_Mao, Sakuma_Ritsu
  Series:
      Part 1 of Abuse_of_Presidential_Privileges
  Collections:
      Ensemble_Stars!_Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-02 Words: 5616
****** Advantages of Dating the Student Council President ******
by Zerotaste
Summary
     Mao's been really busy with student council work lately and Ritsu is
     less than thrilled about that. The obvious solution to the problem is
     to go distract him from his work once everyone else has left.
     (Kink meme fill)
Notes
     Written for the kinkmeme and set in their 3rd year. Prompt was - “i
     just want them having sex in an empty school at night, either on the
     grounds or in Knights' studio or well, student council room. Ritsu
     was just there till late, Mao worked till late for Student Council.
     Bonus for established relationship Mao and Ritsu”
     Has the underage warning because Mao is still 17
See the end of the work for more notes
School work is important and all if he wants to graduate this year, Ritsu
understands that. However schoolwork seems really unimportant when Mao keeps
messing with the back of his hair and showing off the full expanse of the skin
on his neck. He’s doing it because the sweat dripping down his neck from the
summer heat is making it sit uncomfortably but that doesn’t stop Ritsu from
wondering if he knows exactly how distracting it is for him. It’s cruel. It’s
even crueller because Ritsu knows he has student council work after this and
with how long that tends to go on, he’s not going to be able to show Mao
exactly how much that gets him going any time soon.
Things are often like that, Mao is very busy and Ritsu knows he’s not trying to
ignore him or escape from him. Though that doesn’t make it any less difficult
when he asks what Mao’s up to after school and gets an apology. He tries
though, keeps himself busy. Throws himself into Knights activities and has been
baking so much recently that the Tea Club won’t find themselves short on snacks
any time in the next ten years. Keeping so busy is exhausting however and
sometimes there’s just no energy left for him to do anything but slip into a
bit of a slump. Which is exactly what he’s been teetering on the edge of for
about a week now; he really needs some good sleep and some good time with Mao.
What makes things even harder for him isn’t just that Mao is busy, but it’s
that they’ve agreed to keep their relationship quiet. So even small things like
holding hands in hallways or chaste kisses before they go off to do their
separate unit activities are off the table. This is not something that went
down well with Ritsu, it had hurt him, wondering if Mao was ashamed of being
with him. Of course as time went on Ritsu understood the logic of, this could
literally hurt both of our futures if the wrong person finds out. There are a
lot more students at their school now and there was no longer a safety net of,
no one really cares what you like or who you like in Yumenosaki because it
didn’t really feel like the same Yumenosaki. A couple of minor scandals have
already happened due to producer course students not understanding the
consequences tweeting about idol students personal lives can have.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket he quickly types out a hopefully typo free
message to Mao under his desk.
‘Maa-kun’s so lewd showing his neck to me like that. Do you really have to do
student council stuff today?’
He doesn’t expect a response from Mao because his boyfriend is such a good
student and doesn’t do things like send needy messages in the middle of a maths
class. It’s even a surprise when he does see him check the screen. There’s no
message in response though, just an exasperated look thrown over his shoulder
to Ritsu that says ‘Really????’.
‘Maa-kun, tell me how much you love me~’
That one does get a response, one that’s typed as Mao double checks the teacher
isn’t looking as if he’s breaking the law. Ritsu doesn’t get why he’s worried
about that, Arashi’s phone is in plain view, almost non-stop being used and
Yuzuru legitimately takes phone calls from Tori in the middle of lessons
sometimes. Mao sending one message is hardly going to get him a reputation as a
delinquent.
‘I love you so much that I’m pretty sure I just missed an important step in
solving the example equation to tell you it. Stop messaging me in class Ricchan
<3’
It’s not a reply that pleases him at all. Adding to that that maths is really
boring and completely not going to help him during his future as an idol,
folding his arms on his desk and sleeping seems far more tempting than trying
to be a good student. He is exhausted from the heat and sun so, he thinks, it’s
a miracle he’s lasted this long without napping in class anyway. Maybe Mao will
scold him for falling asleep in class and he’ll get to see his cute annoyed
face.
It feels like he’s barely shut his eyes but all too soon class is over and
someone is ever so rudely shaking him awake. He has half a mind to ignore them
and just pretend he’s passed out there until he recognises the voice as Mao’s.
“Ricchan, oi. Who was it that promised me he wasn’t going to sleep through
classes any more?” Blinking his eyes into focus he can see that Mao does indeed
have a cute annoyed face. One he reaches up for, intending to pull towards him
and kiss before he remembers they’re still in the classroom.
“Mmmm, good morning Maa-kun.” His sentence is punctuated by a loud yawn. “Can I
come to the student council room to nap? I wanna be with you, I’ve been so
lonely lately.”
“As long as you actually let me get some work done you can,” Ritsu knows
exactly what he’s talking about. Draping himself all over Mao and claiming his
lap as a pillow is never the most productive for Mao’s work but it’s also
exactly what he’s done the few times he’s spent the afternoon watching Mao
work. “But Himemiya is helping me out for as long as he can tonight so I don’t
know how much you want to deal with that.”
 “He’s noisy, I’ll pass.” Tori may have grown a lot since his enrolment at
Yumenosaki but he was still far from the best person to try sleep in a room
with. Ritsu knows, he’s tried. “Message me when he’s gone, I’ll go sleep in the
studio or something.”
“I will, don’t just nap until then though, I’ll give you my notes and you can
catch up on what you missed during class.” He doesn’t intend to even open the
notebook that gets slipped into his bag and Mao probably doesn’t expect him to
either but it’s the gesture that counts. Mao really does care so much, even if
he’s too busy for him all the time with his stupid student council stuff.
A squeeze on his shoulder and a grin from Mao later, he’s left alone to fill in
time until he can go distract him from his paper work.
---
By the time his phone screen lights up, Ritsu is fully awake. Checking the time
on his phone before opening the message, the screen reads 9:23pm. It’s far
later than he’d thought he’d be receiving Mao’s message but maybe that’s a bit
of a blessing. He’d been awake enough for the past half hour or so that picking
up Mao’s notes had been more interesting than trying to defy his body clock.
He’s on his way to the student council room before he’s finished typing out his
reply message.
‘I’ll see you soon Maa-kun~ You’ll be proud of me, I looked at your maths’
There are 3 energy drinks stacked on the desk when Ritsu enters the room, Mao
hidden somewhere behind the mini pyramid of cans. Upon closer inspection, he’s
lent down close to a sheet of paper, nose only centimetres away from the desk.
“Oh? Does Maa-kun need glasses? You should get them, you look really hot with
glasses.” Ritsu’s voice is teasing, heading directly over to Mao’s desk and
leaning over his shoulder.
“It’s not that, it’s Nagumo’s writing. Do you have any idea what this says?”
The writing is pretty much indecipherable and the parts of it he can make out
don’t even make sense. Something that does make sense now, are the energy drink
cans, Mao’s breath smelling strongly of the caffeinated drinks.
“He says he wants you to stop doing your boring work and pay attention to me
for a while.” Wrapping his arms around Mao’s waist from behind, Ritsu knows
it’s not going to work. It’s worth a try though. It’s always worth a try.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he’s saying.” Mao turns to face Ritsu, letting
him steal a kiss. His mouth tastes of artificial flavours and sugar and Ritsu
wants more of it. “I’m almost done, just a couple more after this one and I’m
finished, behave while I do those can you?”
Slowly he detaches himself from Mao. He’ll get his way, only a couple more left
after the mess Mao’s working on and then he’ll have all of Mao’s attention.
There’s only one chair behind Mao’s desk but Ritsu easily fixes that, finding
another one to drag behind it.
“You’ll never finish that one though, tell him you won’t read it until it’s
actually readable.” The difference between Mao’s grand student council
president seat and the far more basic one Ritsu had dragged over makes it hard
for him to lean against Mao comfortably but he manages to rest a good amount of
his torso against him regardless. He resists wrapping his arms around him in
hopes Mao will accept this much without grumbling.
“At least sit on my left side, you. I need my right arm for writing.” His voice
is cheerful underneath the mock exasperation, playfully scolding Ritsu rather
than sounding actually annoyed. “You’re probably right though. Vice Presi-
Hasumi-senpai told me Ryuseitai had a couple of terrible proposals last year
too, what is it with their leaders? Better Nagumo learns to write them properly
now or I’ll be struggling with them right up until graduation.”
Ritsu isn’t exactly counting the minutes but he’s pretty sure the clock was on
9:38pm when Mao decided to ditch the Ryuseitai proposal and it’s now on 10pm.
Which is in his opinion, more than enough time to have gotten two normal
proposals read and approved/denied and not only is Ritsu feeling bored, he’s
feeling very, very awake.
“Hey, Maa-kun, how much longer?” He leans more body weight on Mao, reminding
him that in case he’d forgotten, Ritsu is very much there.
“Maybe twenty minutes? I dunno, I’m having to weigh up a lot of pros and cons
for this one.” Mao’s response sounds almost robotic which is more than boring.
“Hmm, how about you take a break to clear your head then?” Playful and cheeky,
Ritsu knows Mao has to get at least some of what he’s hinting at.
“Nope,” Mao rests his pen on his lip and Ritsu can only think about how much he
wants to be that pen. “I know what you’re thinking about and not only will I
get no work done afterwards but we’re at school. Not happening.”
He’d be upset by Mao’s ‘Not happening’if he wasn’t certain that he could still
get his way. Mao was weak to him. Delicate hands began to work at untucking
Mao’s shirt enough to slide underneath it. The task was easier said than done
though, by the time Ritsu had achieved his goal, Mao had put his pen down and
was looking at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Really?” There’s a shrug of his shoulders accompanying the word, something
Ritsu knows means yes. Things would be much easier if yes also meant, ‘I’ll
stop doing my dumb paperwork and start doing you immediately’but there’s fun in
the challenge that comes with Mao being in a mood like this.
“It would have been easier if you weren’t a nerd and didn’t tuck in your
shirt.” He nuzzles his face against Mao’s shoulder as he half heartedly
complains, making his words come out muffled
“Maybe someone else should be more of a nerd and learn to at least button up
their shirt all the way.” Mao has his pen back in hand, although his movements
are greatly hindered by how much more of an obstruction Ritsu is being to his
work.
“Half the time you’re the one putting it on for me in the mornings, so it’s not
me who has to change that.” He can feel Mao’s abs tighten as his fingers
explore the toned muscle of his stomach, fingers not quite, but almost dipping
low enough to skirt the waistband of his pants. “But I think Maa-kun is just a
pervert who likes seeing me look like this.”
There’s no response from Mao other than a faint blush starting to dust his
cheeks as he stares at the paper in front of him with highly exaggerated focus.
Ritsu has to wonder if he’s actually taking in anything in front of him at all.
Detaching his face from Mao’s shoulder, his lips find their way to the skin
that was taunting him so badly in class. Mao’s neck tastes faintly of sweat
still and Ritsu wonders how long it’ll be before Mao’s sweating properly again.
Due to him this time, rather than from the heat.
Mao’s doing a pretty good job of pretending Ritsu isn’t getting him worked up,
the only tell asides from how slowly his pen moves, is the ever darkening blush
on his cheeks. An idea pops into his head as he lightly sucks at the smooth
skin. If Mao is going to try his best to ignore him to get his work finished,
Ritsu will just have to do his best to make him lose all self control. If he
can get him to move his focus solely on to him before he finishes making
comments and suggestions on this final proposal, he’ll consider it a win. Even
if he can’t manage that though, he’ll still get to fuck him on the student
council president’s desk which definitely counts as a victory as well.
The hands that have been exploring the tight muscle of Mao’s stomach make their
way down to his belt. He inhales sharply as Ritsu easily undoes the buckle and
moves on to his fly. He can only wonder if Mao’s figured out what he’s planning
on doing yet, he’s mentioned a couple of times previously that he wants to suck
Mao off from under the student council president’s desk. Though when he’d said
it he had also said he wanted to do it while other people were coming in and
out of the room so Mao had to try keep a straight face as Ritsu did his best to
make him crack. It’s still something he wants to do but he really, really
doubts Mao would ever go for it. The only reason he’s getting his way right now
is because they’re the only two left in the building.
Curious to watch Mao’s reactions he has to stop his assault on his neck.
Probably a good thing because he’s not in a mood with particularly much self
control. When like this, he has been known to leave visible marks, resulting in
Mao having to cover them with make-up for school and idol activities until they
fade. There’s no missing the way he bites his lip as Ritsu takes his half hard
length in his hand, or the way his knuckles tighten around his pen as Ritsu
starts to pump his hand. It’s a real shame, he thinks, that he won’t be able to
keep watching his face once he’s knelt under the desk. A light sheen of sweat
appears on his forehead despite the air conditioning; coupled with how fast
Mao’s dick is hardening as Ritsu touches him, he knows he’s going to win this.
“Maa-kun’s such a hard worker~” He presses a kiss to his cheek, able to feel
the heat of his blush against his lips.
As nice as it is to be able to watch Mao’s eyes fluttering closed occasionally
and hearing the small hitches in breath as he can’t completely hide how much
he’s enjoy this is, Ritsu can’t wait any longer. Adjusting himself in his pants
as he crawls under the desk he’s tempted to free his own dick and start
pleasuring himself as he blows Mao. The idea of where they are right now
already has him incredibly worked up.
Pulling Mao’s pants down far enough to get good access to his dick is hard when
the other is still determinedly trying to pretend he’s doing his work and won’t
lift his hips to help. Hard but not impossible and soon he’s licking his lips
as his eyes fixate on a drop of precome sitting on the head. It’s tempting to
be aggravatingly teasing and slow but he needs to make Mao swap full focus to
him soon if he wants to win the little game he’s made up in his mind. Once,
twice, three times he licks his tongue around the tip, the taste going directly
to his own cock. Listening carefully he can hear Mao’s small hitches of breath
and small gasps. A very good sign. An even better sign is the loud moan that
tears from his throat as Ritsu takes his full length down his throat in one go.
The sound of a pen clattering against the desk follows the moan and Ritsu
counts that as his win. It’s satisfying in more ways than one and he has the
full intent to start teasing Mao to the full extent now that he can take his
time.
There’s a shuffling of papers and he’s pretty sure he hears the energy drink
cans being moved as well as he works on Mao’s dick. He must be clearing off a
space on top of it, Ritsu realises. His tongue draws patterns down the
underside with every bob of his head, deep throating him with skill learnt from
a lot of practice. Skill that he hasn’t gotten to use nearly enough recently.
Whenever he switches to focusing on the head though, is when he gets the best
sounds in response, little gasps and groans turn into needy, desperate whimpers
and he fully abuses how sensitive it is. A hand finds its way into his hair,
pulling lightly whenever Ritsu’s particularly cruel with teasing, barely there
licks or too much stimulation. The combination of the feel and taste of having
Mao in his mouth and the light pulling at his hair as he sucks him off finds
him palming himself through his uniform pants without realising he’s started
too. His own whimpers and moans are absorbed by the length of the cock in his
mouth but he’s almost certain Mao’s realised what he’s doing.
“You don’t have,” Mao has to pause, a moan stealing his words, “have lube and a
condom do you?”
Ritsu lets his length slide from his lips, a thread of spit connecting them
before breaking and joining the rest of the saliva surrounding Ritsu’s mouth.
He’s never been particularly tidy when sucking dick but tidiness doesn’t
matter. He’d rather get caught in the moment and end up a mess. Not bothering
to wipe around his mouth he looks up at Mao, drinking in the wrecked expression
on his face. There’s definitely sweat on his brow now, strands of hair that
have escaped his hair clip sticking to his forehead.
“Mhmm, it’s in my bag, there’s another bag in the bottom of it where that kinda
stuff’s hidden.” His mouth is back on Mao’s cock as the other reaches down to
where Ritsu’s bag lies beside the desk and starts searching through it.
“I really can’t believe you.” He mutters, finding said bag of less than school
appropriate supplies. “Then again I can’t really believe myself right now.
Ricchan, get on the desk, I want you to prepare yourself.”
A throb of arousal courses through him at the words. It’s not precisely what
Ritsu had expected to hear, with how things had been going he’d been thinking
he would be fucking Mao over the desk but he can’t complain at all. Being
fucked by the student council president on his desk was just as appealing of an
idea as bending the president over it. He’d just have to make sure that there
was a next time so they could do things both ways.
Sitting bare assed on the polished wood of the desk he wonders if they’re they
first couple to do what they’re about to do on this desk. Surely not. The
thought is cut off by Mao’s lips joining with his as his fingers work at the
few remaining buttons of his shirt that he does have done up. His mouth still
tastes sweet, an interesting change of taste from the mild saltiness that had
been on Ritsu’s tongue not a minute before. There’s urgency in the kiss, both
of them hungrily exploring the other mouth like the horny teenagers they are.
It might be nice to sit here making out for a while, if there weren’t things he
was more eager to get to doing.
Once his shirt has joined the messy pile of his vest, pants and boxers on the
floor in front of the desk, he pushes Mao off him. The bottle of lube is on the
desk beside him but he doesn’t reach for it immediately. Leaning back against
the desk he parts his legs, giving Mao a good view of not only his painfully
hard and dripping cock, but also the hole he’ll soon be fucking. His hands drag
down his chest, pinching and twisting his nipples as they reach them. Through
hooded eyes he can see Mao’s taken his dick in his hand, slowly stroking with a
lust filled expression as Ritsu displays himself for him. That won’t do, Ritsu
decides.
“No touching yourself, Maa-kun.” There’s a break in his words as he lets out a
slightly exaggerated gasp as he plays with his nipples. “Sit and watch like a
good boy.”
Mao nods silently in response, loosening his tie before sitting down in the
chair. His eyes don’t leave Ritsu for a second, like he’s under a spell.
“Ah, take off your shirt too~” Ritsu doesn’t check to make sure Mao’s obeying
his request, bright red eyes focused on making sure there’s an adequate amount
of lube on his fingers instead. If the rustling of fabric he can hear is
anything to go by though, he hasn’t been ignored.
Spreading his legs wider he takes a moment to drag a single slicked up finger
over his entrance. He can’t get a very good view of Mao now that he’s seated
with how he’s positioned. However he can hear him swallowing audibly as he
circles around the hole slowly, drawing out the anticipation. Letting the
finger slip in, he slowly thrusts it in and out, taking his time even though
one finger really does nothing for him. Knowing him taking things slowly and
putting on a show gets Mao really worked up, that’s what does it for him.
“Ricchan…” The whisper is barely audible and yet still sounds so needy, so
hungry.
Adding a second finger, he starts to fuck himself faster, practiced fingers
seeking out his prostate for the first bit of real stimulation he’s had all
night. The moans occasionally leaving his lips are nothing short of
pornographic and if Mao’s still whispering his name, there’s no way he’s able
to hear it. He doesn’t have to hear him to know how Mao’s responding though,
starting to work a third finger inside he feels a warm hand on his thigh. Self
control obviously well gone, Mao’s fingers grope at and rub the pale skin.
“You’re being bad, Maa-kun” Though his words don’t have the teasing, scolding
effect he intends them to have, his voice already far too breathy for that.
Despite what he says, he starts to focus his fingers fully on stretching
himself, Mao’s hand on him making him desperate to have him inside him.
“You never said I couldn’t touch you, just that I couldn’t touch myself.” Ritsu
has to give him that.
Grabbing Mao’s hand with his free one, he pulls it, motioning for Mao to stand
up. He’s tempted to take the chance of not quite being ready and telling him to
get inside him now. Common sense just barely wins over, he’s almost ready
anyway. Mao’s lips capture his, leaning over him now that he’s on his feet and
Ritsu leans up into the kiss so needily that he’s pretty sure he just redefined
the word needy. Mao seems to be in on the redefinition of the word too. The
kiss isn’t even that good, just overly passionate and exactly what they need.
Breaking the kiss he finally gets a good look at Mao. He’s a mess, green eyes
filled with lust, lips swollen from kissing, shiny with spit and almost all of
his hair has escaped his hair clip. Now certain he’s prepared enough, he slides
his fingers out. There’s nothing really for him to wipe them on, aside from
student council paperwork which he’s pretty sure Mao won’t appreciate so he
settles for wiping them off on his thigh.
“Maa-kun…” He would finish the sentence but apparently whining Mao’s name is
all he needs to do. Hands shaking slightly with anticipation, Mao’s already
reached for the condom on the desk.
“I just realised we’re going to have to take this with us when we leave.”
Rolling the condom onto his dick, his eyes breifly glance over to the very open
rubbish bin in the corner. Not really a place to hide a used condom.
“Just stuff it in an empty drink can.” He can’t really believe they’re talking
about disposing of evidence right now when there are far more important things
to be doing. “Hurry up and get in me.”
Mao doesn’t need to be told twice. Hurriedly he ensures there’s enough lube on
his cock before lining it up with Ritsu’s entrance. Just feeling the head
pressing against him is enough to make him whimper, he wants it inside him so
badly. Mao’s lips are on his again as he starts to push inside, the kiss is
slower but no less passionate. At first he sinks in too slowly, too carefully
and Ritsu is sorely tempted to break the kiss and complain that he’s not going
to break, Maa-kun can go faster. Either Mao realises this or he loses even more
self control because he slides the rest of his dick in in one go, moaning
loudly against his lips. It’s been a while since they’ve fucked and even longer
since Ritsu’s bottomed. The feeling of fullness now Mao’s completely inside him
is something he doesn’t know how he’s done without for long.
His breath is ragged as their lips part. He’s pretty sure he’s going to cum far
too fast but getting a look at Mao’s face, he has a feeling he’s not alone in
feeling like that.
“Ricchan you feel so good.” His words are half whispered as they tumble from
his mouth.
“It’ll feel even better if you start moving.” He rolls his hips to prove his
point, a moan pouring out of Mao’s mouth in response. “Come on, Maa-kun, fuck
me.”
The first thrust inside him catches him off guard, it’s not careful or testing
the waters for what Ritsu can take, it’s hard and desperate and exactly what he
wants. His short nails scratch at Mao’s bare back as the sounds of his own
moans and their skin slapping together fills the room. It feels as though the
room’s temperature has doubled and Ritsu can’t find himself caring. Sweat drips
down Mao’s back as he continues to mark the skin with his nails. Every time he
hits his prostate, Ritsu feels like his breath has been stolen from him. Half
of what he’s sure would be moans come out silently as his voice struggles to
find itself.
Mao’s thrusts keep increasing their intensity. Ritsu can feel every vertebrae
slamming against the hard surface of the desk with each snap forwards of his
boyfriend’s hips. The pain is hardly bad though, only adding to the
overwhelming sensations he’s feeling. His legs wrap themselves around Mao’s
hips, trying to drive him in even deeper, harder.
“Shit, Ricchan you, god, I.” Mao’s babbling, half of his words coming out
slurred as he tries to form a sentence. “I wanted to get you to ride me on the
chair but I, I don’t think I’m gunna last long enough.”
Thinking about it is enough to make Ritsu moan shamelessly. He’s definitely not
going to last long enough for it to be worth changing positions either but he
manages to push past the fog of pleasure in his brain to file the idea away for
next time. Well one of their now multiple next times that he’s going to have to
ensure happen. Mao starts loosing precision as he tetters on the edge of
orgasm. Erratic, fast thrusts not really hitting where Ritsu needs them to and
he seems to pick up on this, a hand sliding between them to jerk him off as he
tries to keep some semblance of rhythm with his hips.
“Ricchan I…” His voice trails off into a low groan, hips stuttering forward and
eyes rolling back. Pleasure twists his face into an expression of undeniable
ecstasy and Ritsu’s half sure he’s about to collapse on top of him.
Mao doesn’t collapse but the hand on Ritsu’s dick stops moving as he cums.
Ritsu’s almost tempted to swat it away and replace it with his own when Mao
priorities sliding out of Ritsu over finishing him off. Empty now and still
desperately hard, he feels a bit mad. Though he’s glad he didn’t do anything
when Mao sits in the chair again and ducks his head between his legs. Still out
of breath and likely completely exhausted, it’s not the greatest blow job he’s
ever gotten from Mao but considering the situation, it definitely feels like it
is. Leaning up on his elbows to watch him sucking him off takes him so much
closer to cumming. Hair clip nowhere to be seen, he can’t see any of Mao’s face
through the curtain of red hair but he can imagine it as he watches his head
bobbing up and down as he takes in his cock. Small moans from Mao as he works
are barely audible over his own as he messily sucks his dick but the vibrations
from them means Ritsu definitely feels them if he doesn’t hear them. His throat
and tongue feel like absolute magic and the approach of Ritsu orgasm hits him
hard and fast.
“Mmm, Maa-kun, I’m-” A loud moan steals his words as he cums, Mao drinking it
down diligently. He contemplates how pretty Mao would have looked if he’d cum
on his face instead before bonelessness takes over his body.
Sinking back into the hard wood of the desk he’s suddenly very aware of how
uncomfortable the surface is. It’s likely there’ll be bruises down his back
tomorrow. It’s only fair though, he decides, Mao definitely has scratches on
his back that will last for days to come.
“Maa-kun~” He says, half sure his voice isn’t going to come out properly after
how loud he’d been. “We need to do this more often.”
He registers that he’s being picked up but his body is so limp and his mind so
fuzzy that until he’s being sat on Mao’s lap, he can’t piece together what’s
happening. A gentle kiss is pressed against his forehead before Mao nods at
him. With how exhausted he looks Ritsu doesn’t know if he’s going to be any
more trusting in his voice than he was.
“Yeah we do, just, not at school anymore.” Voice barely above a whisper Ritsu
can’t tell if he’s doing it because his throat is shot from being too loud or
that he just doesn’t want to disrupt the mood. “Well… I guess we can do it here
occasionally but we can’t make a habit of it. We have to be careful.”
“I guess that means my fantasy of sucking you off under the desk while people
can walk in is off the table then? If you’re saying things like that.” Ritsu
gets a playful tap on the back of the head for bringing it up. He knows he
deserved it for bringing up such a thing.
“That was never on the table at all, Ricchan.” He’s still half whispering but
there’s laughter in his voice.
“Fine~ It was worth a try.” He’s glad they’re both in such a good mood to start
approaching the point that’s been bothering him for a while now. It makes it
far easier to act rational when saying it. “I get really sad when Maa-kun
ignores me for school stuff.”
Mao presses a gentle kiss against his lips this time, lingering there before
pulling back.
“You know I’m not ignoring you right? It’s just a lot of work, it’s
overwhelming for me as well.” His arms tighten around Ritsu’s waist, it’s
comforting but not as comforting as what he hears next. “I can start taking
work home with me though if it helps. I do still have to get it done but at
least that way we can spend time together as I do it.”
“Can I distract you while you do it too?” A devilish grin crosses his pretty
features.
“Ricchan!” His name is accompanied by an eyeroll before Mao breaks into a grin
too. “Okay, maybe a bit but if you do it too much I’m going back to doing my
work here and locking the door so you can’t get in.”
Ritsu doesn’t respond, just nuzzles his head into the crook of Mao’s neck. 
Maa-kun really does care about him so much.
End Notes
     Finally she writes her OTP instead of Ritsu fucking someone else with
     strong hints of it. It only took a kink meme fill. I purposely took
     this thinking it was a prompt so straight forward and simple that I
     couldn’t elaborate on it with things that weren’t smut (well, in
     addition to having an excuse to write this couple), then I started
     writing and oops.
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