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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!_ARC-V
  Relationship:
      Kurosaki_Shun/Yuto
  Character:
      Kurosaki_Shun, Yuto_(Yu-Gi-Oh), Kurosaki_Ruri
  Additional Tags:
      Climacophilia, Stairs_Kink, Falling_Down_The_Stairs_Kink, Omorashi,
      Wetting, bladder_desperation, Intercrural_Sex, Thigh_sex, Bathroom_Sex,
      Masturbation, Licking_Piss_Off_Skin, Pain_Kink, Injury
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-19 Words: 7090
****** I Don't Mind ******
by TheEmperorOfAccidentalKinks
Summary
     After getting a hard-on while falling down the stairs, Shun breaks
     into school after-hours to fall again. There he runs into Yuto, who's
     hiding a few kinks of his own. Once inside the school bathroom, they
     both discover just how good it feels to cross a line they can't take
     back.
Notes
     I really don't have an explanation other than I thought it was hot
     when Shun Kurosaki fell down the stairs and I ended up writing a 7k
     word fic about it. This is shameless pornography and all the content
     warnings are in the tags so, by all means, go ahead and enjoy.
All it took was one fatal blow of the duel to send Shun Kurosaki spiraling down
the temple's monumental staircase. The concrete stairs dug into the ridges of
his body as he fell. Each sharp impact was quickly followed by a dull one
across the expanse of his back and abdomen, the shoulder blades, ribs, and
hipbones. The concrete scraped the skin of his cheeks and hands as he tumbled,
the ground closing in ever faster, beyond his control. With a loud thud, Shun
hit the ground front-first, his ribs taking the brunt of the fall.
His flowing trenchcoat settled around him, dull aches radiating throughout his
body as bruises bloomed at every point of impact. Shun struggled to get onto
his knees and elbows, but a sharp pain shot through his ribs and his body
buckled, hand rushing to the screaming site. His breath was ragged,
interspersed with agonizing groans when his lungs pushed too forcefully.
Someone, a girl tried to help him up, but all he could do was groan and clutch
at his ribs.
All he could think about was how badly they hurt, and how fiercely his cock
ached and throbbed beneath his trousers.
                                      ***
This all could have been easily avoided. If he took another stairwell, if he
hadn't been carrying so many books, if his teacher hadn't called after him, if
he had listened to his mother when she told him his shoes were too worn to keep
their traction – all these flew through Shun's mind as he fell down the school
staircase.
They were wraparound stairs, with a landing halfway down. If it weren't for the
books, he could have easily used his athletics to vault himself back onto his
feet, but they threw him off his balance. The scattered books helped to break
his fall, but he still took the brunt of it as he reached the bottom of the
landing. As he tried to process what happened, neither the pain of falling nor
the fact that so many people saw could top the most mortifying thing of all:
the familiar sensation of his half-hard cock trapped against his thigh.
The moment Shun fell, his teacher and a few classmates rushed to his aid,
trying to bring him to the nurse's office. Shun insisted he was fine, more
concerned with hiding his hard-on than any damage he might have suffered. He
fought them tooth and nail, but it was only when his one and only friend Yuto
arrived that he gave in – or rather that Yuto's punch to the gut made him give
in. Thankfully, his arousal had cooled by the time Yuto slung Shun over his
shoulder and delivered him to the nurse, and aside from the budding bruises,
the nurse concluded he was lucky to come out unscathed.
Throughout the day, the memory replayed itself over and over inside his head.
He couldn't focus in class, in gym, nor on the walk home with Yuto and Ruri.
Shun couldn't believe he was even considering it, that he could be sexually
aroused by falling down a staircase. It was just the pain, he told himself, The
pain turned me on. It was no different than the times he bumped into table
corners or doorknobs, massaging the bruise later on while stroking himself to
his climax; no different from the pinches and bites he gave himself to satiate
his lust for pain. That wasn't too weird, not in comparison to the stairs.
Yet, his cock twitched at the memory of how the stairs cut into the ridges
between his bones, the bruises on his arms and thighs twinging at the thought.
It made him want to fall again.
“Shun.” Shun snapped out of his trance and glanced at Yuto, who was staring at
him. “Are you all right?”
“You've been spacing out for a while now,” Ruri said, reaching up to feel
Shun's forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
“I'm fine,” Shun said. He felt anxious, like the air was too thick around him
and his body was burning.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Yuto asked, a bit of concern in his
voice. “You took a bad fall. It's fine if you're not at your best right now.”
Shun smiled to himself, the thick air starting to disperse. Yuto always knew
how to read him. Just hearing that Yuto was worried about him was enough to set
off his butterflies. They had been friends since childhood. Yuto was a year
younger than Shun, the same age as his sister Ruri, but the three had always
been thick as thieves. Though Shun's feelings for Yuto had grown more romantic
in years past, he hadn't let it get in the way of their friendship. But moments
like these still warmed him, even though he knew he could never let them go any
further.
“Thanks,” Shun said, sharing his smile.
After parting with Yuto, Shun and Ruri entered their home. In a flash, Ruri
dropped her backpack and rushed toward the kitchen. She grabbed a bag of fruit
snacks from the pantry and hopped over the counter onto the sofa, TV remote in
hand.
“It hasn't even started yet,” Shun said, grabbing a pack for himself. Ruri was
in love with some anime revival that started recently. They always got home
well before it aired, but she always made a beeline for the TV the moment she
was inside.
“They're releasing the results of the character rank contest today!” Ruri said,
switching through the channels.
Shun opened the fruit snacks as he rounded the corner from the kitchen to the
living room, but stopped dead in his tracks in front of the stairs. As much as
he didn't want to admit it, he wouldn't know how messed up he really was unless
he suffered another fall down the stairs and gauged his reaction. But these
stairs were too narrow, too steep – much more dangerous than the wide staircase
in the school with its welcoming landing in between the floors. Even if they
weren't, he wasn't sure what he would do if his family caught him falling down
the stairs by his own accord.
“You okay, Shun?” Ruri asked. He had been staring at the staircase for a while
now. Shun spared her glance, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Just spacing out again.”
“Is this about Yuto?”
Shun felt a twinge of annoyance. He hated that his little sister was so
observant of his moods, that she was privy to his feelings toward his best
friend, and that the answer to her question would usually be “yes.” He loved
her and was forever thankful for her support and for keeping it from their
parents, but this was not something he wanted to talk about right now. Not on a
day when he felt secure in his strictly platonic friendship with Yuto, and not
when he was questioning his sexuality in an entirely different manner.
“I don't want to talk about it.”
“All right, I get it,” Ruri said, popping in a fruit snack as she returned to
her show. “I'll be here if you need me. Be careful on the stairs, okay?”
Shun took a step, his hand steady on the railing. He had to return to the
school and face that staircase again. Just one fall – one more fall and he
would have his answer.
                                      ***
It was a late Saturday night. Taking a quick glance around, Shun hopped the
school fence with the slightest of ease. He and Yuto were at the top of the
athletics in their class, practically acrobatic. Like the two-story window he
climbed down when sneaking out, the fence was no trouble for him. He stuck the
landing and headed toward the large tree by the eastern wing. If he was lucky
then no one had noticed the unlocked window in his second-story classroom.
Climbing up the tree and through the window, Shun dusted himself off and
surveyed the empty classroom. The classroom doors were across the room,
automatically sliding open as he stepped within their range. He knew the rooms
off-limits to students would definitely be locked, but the classrooms were a
free zone. Stepping out into the hallway, he glanced around. To his right was a
hall with one distinct feature – the staircase leading downstairs.
The moonlight streamed over the staircase, down the steps and against the wall.
Shun felt his breath hasten and his fingers rushed to unbutton his shirt, still
in his Heartland uniform. He'd been so anxious that he hadn't thought to change
before heading out, but he was glad for it now. He didn't have many button up
shirts, and the heat from his athletic feats was finally catching up to him.
Feeling cool air running over his skin, he gazed at the staircase and thought
of hurting himself again; how good the pain would make him feel.
Just the anticipation gave him his answer. He wanted to feel them dig into his
skin, embracing him with pain in all directions as he tumbled out of control.
Shun quickly dropped to his knees and lay down on his side, facing the stairs
while his heart thudded in his chest. He couldn't wait anymore.
Closing his eyes, Shun leaned his body forward and let himself fall.
The first rotation left only minor prods into his skin, but as he began to
build up speed he felt the first true impact of the stairs, right between the
shoulder blades. He cried out and that's when the pain really began, each hit
forcing a cry from his lips. His elbows and knees slammed against the steps as
he fell, the ridges digging into his skin and the spaces between his bones all
over his body. As he reached the bottom of the landing, one last step cut into
his hipbone before he landed face-down, keening from the pain of coming to a
stop. Stinging, aching, burning pain radiated throughout his body, from the
surface of his skin all the way down to his bones, and there it was – the
arousal throbbing against his thigh.
Sitting up propped against the wall, Shun ran his hands over his body,
searching for all the tender spots, the old bruises and the new, the aches he
had to push to drive himself over the edge. One bruise on his chest was
particularly large and he quickly jabbed it, wincing from the pain. His cock
twitched for attention and he rubbed himself through his pants, his other hand
pressing into the bruise even harder. He let out a sharp moan at the focused
pain and he quickly undid his fly, his clothed cock springing up underneath his
boxer briefs. Slipping a hand inside, he tightly gripped his cock and stroked,
rubbing at the head with his thumb. His moans were softer now, his breath
coming out in short pants. He was already so close, just a little more… He
could almost hear the sound of his body hitting the stairs all over again, but
the rhythm was different, more even, like footsteps…
Footsteps. Shun's cheeks flared and he yanked his hand away from his cock,
quickly pulling his underwear over it and zipping back up. He pulled his hands
away just as a someone rounded the corner and shone a flashlight on him. Shun
winced and shielded his eyes from the light as the figure, who seemed to be a
boy, descended the stairwell. He stopped a few steps above Shun and lowered the
flashlight, his shadow stretching across the floor in the limited light. Yet,
Shun recognized him immediately, the boy's uniform one grade below his own.
“Yuto?” Shun asked. He became hyper-aware of the flush of his ears to the bulge
in his pants, though his hard-on was definitely receding. He casually pulled
down his shirt in an attempt to cover it, just in case. “What are you doing
here?”
“That's what I was going to…” Yuto trailed off as his eyes bore holes into
Shun's chest, a light flush gracing his cheeks. Following his gaze, Shun looked
down and realized his shirt was still wide open, the sweat and bruises on full
display.
“It's too hot out,” Shun said, his slick fingers fumbling over the holes as he
rushed to button his shirt. “It's not like I was expecting to run into anyone
here.” He knew it wasn't convincing, but if he played it cool he might be able
to get away with it.
“Are those from the stairs?” Shun flinched, terrified that Yuto had seen right
through him. Yuto tilted his head to the side, observing the purple-yellow
splotches on Shun's skin.
“I know it's only been a few days,” Yuto said, “but it still looks awful.”
Shun let out his breath. That was right, Yuto was there when he fell the first
time. He hadn't seen anything tonight.
“They hurt, but it's nothing I can't handle.” Now that his shirt was re-
buttoned and he regained his composure, Shun took the time to look over Yuto.
He noticed a drawstring bag over the boy's shoulder. “What's that?”
“Oh, I forgot my gym clothes,” Yuto said, readjusting the drawstring bag. Shun
raised an eyebrow.
“You couldn't wait til Monday?”
“I really needed to wash them.” Yuto averted his eyes, jiggling his leg a
little. “Why are you here?”
“I needed somewhere to be alone,” Shun said, watching him in suspicion. Aside
from trespassing, something was off about Yuto tonight, but as well as he could
read him, he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
“So you decided to trespass?” Yuto asked, redirecting the suspicion right back
at Shun.
“Hopping over a fence and climbing through a window usually means I'm
guaranteed to be alone.”
The two scrutinized each other in a tense silence, trying to read and conceal
simultaneously. Shun knew Yuto was hiding his true motives, but he also knew
Yuto had deduced the same about himself. Neither of them expected to run into
the other tonight, but here they were, at a stalemate. The only question was if
they would accept the existence of their hidden goals or contest it.
“If you're going to lie to me, you could at least come up with a better
excuse,” Yuto said, siding with contest. Observing how anxiously Yuto jiggled
his leg, Shun stood tall and confident.
“Like yours?” Shun asked. “Because I find it hard to believe you'd trespass for
a bag of dirty gym clothes.”
“You don't have to believe me. If you're here for some alone time, I don't see
why I can't be too.”
Shun observed his friend. He was shifting his weight between his legs more
frequently now, his brow furrowed. His posture was stiff and rigid, fists
clenched by his sides. Sweat gleamed on his skin and his eyebrows twitched,
eyes downcast to the left.
“What are you hiding from me?” Shun said, discriminating eyes glaring down at
him.
Yuto bristled at the accusation, shouting, “I'm not hiding anything!”
Shun furrowed his brow. Yuto knew that Shun could read him. There was no point
in denying lies at this stage, only in standing strong. The iron will he so
admired was there in ferocity but not in tactics, as every nervous tic was on
full display. It didn't make any sense to Shun, but he pressed on regardless.
“Really, because your fidgeting says otherwise!”
“That has nothing to do with-!”
Yuto let out a sharp gasp, his hand flying between his thighs. Shun watched as
Yuto's legs turned inward, twisting and trembling while he held a tight grip on
his crotch for a few moments. Looking him up and down, Shun assessed the
situation.
“...Do you have to pee?” Shun asked. As the wave of desperation passed, Yuto
lowered his head in embarrassment and nodded. Shun sighed, pushing his bangs
back. There was no helping it.
“Come on,” he said, heading down the stairs towards the nearest bathroom. “Can
you make it?”
“Yeah...” Yuto answered weakly, following after Shun with a light grip on his
crotch.
Shun huffed to himself as he carefully walked down the stairs, afraid a
shooting pain might make him lose his balance, or that his legs might give out
under him after the abuse he put them through. All that suspicion and all Yuto
was hiding was his need to use the bathroom. He needed to get a hold of himself
before he gave anything away. He'd take Yuto to the bathroom and then they'd
leave together, his secret stairs affair safely under wraps.
A few minutes passed and they finally reached the boys' room door. Legs
shaking, Yuto moved close enough to set off the motion sensor and the door slid
open, revealing the urinals and stalls just a few feet away. Yuto took one step
inside and froze up instantly, both hands holding himself tightly between his
trembling thighs.
“Hey, are you okay?” Shun asked, the panicked look on Yuto's face starting to
worry him.
“I can't move...” Yuto said, his voice small as his face grew redder, “or…
it'll come out…”
“Just wait for it to pass and get going.” Shun glanced away, his own cheeks
flaring. He felt irritable and nervous, cursing whatever deity put them in this
situation. He needed Yuto to go inside, do his business, and let them both go
home unscathed. Moments passed and Yuto tried to take a step forward, but he
immediately retracted any progress.
“Shun, it's not going away,” Yuto whined, tears budding in the corner of his
eyes. “It's gonna come out…”
“The urinals are right over there. You can make it.” Shun tried his best to
encourage him, but he was starting to fear for the worst. The way Yuto was
shaking, the panic in his voice, the tight grip on his crotch, they were all
pointing toward a bad ending. Sure enough, a quick gasp escaped Yuto and he
clutched himself tighter, dropping to his knees.
“It's coming out… I can't hold it… please don't...” He made a small noise and
then Shun heard it – a short but forceful spurt of pee escaping his grip. They
both watched in horror as it dripped through his fingers, making a small puddle
underneath him.
Something in Shun broke. He couldn't let this happen. If Yuto couldn't move, he
would have to move him. Desperate times called for desperate measures and,
after taking a moment to prepare himself, he hooked his arms under Yuto's
armpits and dragged him over to the urinals.
“Shun-!”
“It's okay if you make a mess, now come on!” Shun moved as fast as he could
with Yuto limp under his arms, but his body screamed in protest. What usually
would have been no problem now strained him, the fall finally catching up to
him. Yuto was still frozen, all his strength focused on the death grip on his
cock. It wasn't much help, as Shun could still hear the small sound of urine
forcing its way out, trickling down his legs and onto the tile floor as they
reached the first urinal.
Standing him in front of the urinal with his arm still under Yuto's chest to
keep him balanced, he tore Yuto's hand away from his crotch. As the drawstring
bag slipped off Yuto's arm and onto the floor, Shun quickly undid Yuto's
drenched fly. Yuto's soaked boxers briefs stared back at him, the crotch
gleaming as more pee streamed out and pattered against the floor. There was no
backing down now. Shun reached inside and grabbed him, a warm spurt of pee
spilling onto his fingers as he pulled his cock above the waistband.
“We're here,” Shun assured him, his hand wrapped around Yuto's dribbling cock
and aimed toward the urinal. “It's okay, you can let go now.”
Yuto stared up at him, as if to ask if this was really okay, but his body was
much too eager. A long spurt of pee escaped him and he let out a loud moan, the
stream coming out forcefully as he finally let go. Yuto's knees almost buckled
under him in relief but Shun held him up, still aiming his stream into the
urinal. Yuto let out small noises and breaths as he peed, the relief reflecting
on his face as well. Shun imagined it had to feel pretty good after holding it
so long, but the sounds were starting to excite him, along with the feeling of
Yuto's cock in his grip and the radiating pain in his joints. His pants were
tight now, trapping his hard cock against his thigh, but he had to hold back.
Yuto was still panting as the stream finally slowed to a trickle, then nothing
at all. Now that it was over, Shun wasn't sure what to do, embarrassed by his
own role in this act. Still, he'd expected Yuto to immediately pull away, but
he was just standing there trembling.
“Are you okay now?” Shun asked, his lips too close to Yuto's flushed ear.
Shun felt Yuto's cock twitch in his hand. A small whimper escaped Yuto as he
involuntarily bucked his hips into Shun's hand. The two froze instantly,
realizing if they hadn't crossed a line before then they were well past it now.
His hand lightly wrapped around his best friend's half-hard cock, Shun didn't
know if he should pull away or push forward. Yuto still didn't move, but Shun
felt him tremble harder now. The sound of sniffling filled the room.
“This is so humiliating,” Yuto said, rubbing at his tears. “First I wet myself,
and now this…”
“I...” Shun stumbled, trying to find some way to navigate the minefield, “I got
turned on too.”
All right, perhaps not the best thing to say in this situation, but it's what
came out.
Yuto flinched and glanced behind him, sniffling and wiping away tears. His gaze
traveled down to Shun's crotch and Shun looked away, knowing his arousal was
obvious.
“What… do we do now?” Shun asked. Silence plagued them for what seemed like the
longest time, aside from the receding sound of Yuto's sniffling. Shun's chest
burned with anticipation, butterflies running through him furiously and his
crotch painful with arousal. Wiping away the last of his tears, Yuto sucked in
his breath and his hand reached toward Shun's. Shun closed his eyes as the
mortifying disappointment sunk in. He started to loosen his grip when Yuto
snatched his wrist.
Shun's eyes flew open and he watched as Yuto forced his hand back to his cock,
nudging the fingers to reclaim their grip around him.
“Please,” Yuto said, not daring to look back at him, “keep going.”
Shun blinked. He couldn't believe this was happening, butterflies coursing
through his body, but he wasn't about to reject the opportunity. Obliging his
request, Shun grasped and stroked his cock, with a little twist in the stroke
as he reached the tip. Hands clutching the sides of the urinal, Yuto threw his
head back into Shun's chest with a soft moan. His back arched, pressing his ass
into Shun's crotch, and Shun's growing erection strained to meet him. Yuto
ground his ass against him, forcing a moan through Shun's lips.
“Where… Where do you want me to…”
“My thighs,” Yuto mumbled, too embarrassed to speak up.
Shun grabbed Yuto's belt and yanked down his pants and underwear, undoing his
own fly with the same ferocity. Freeing his erection from the confines of his
pants, Shun dug his fingers into Yuto's hips and pressed his cock between
Yuto's thighs. Shun ran his fingers over Yuto's ass like he'd always dreamed
of, unable to believe how soft it was under his hands. Yuto shuddered as Shun
squeezed and played with his ass, rolling his own hips to rub his balls against
Shun's cock. They both flinched at the unpleasant drag between their skin.
“…There's lube in my bag,” Yuto said.
Shun blinked. “…Wait, why do you-?” He cut off with a moan as Yuto quickly
squeezed his thighs around Shun's cock, reminding him to shut up and hurry.
Shun bent down to reach the dropped bag at their feet and opened the
drawstring, shoving his hand inside. His fingers latched onto the bottle of
lube and he snatched it out, inspecting it. It was then that he actually peered
into the drawstring bag. Raising an eyebrow, he noticed that the pair of
clothes was too clean to have been used for gym class, and underneath them was
an extra pair of underwear, socks, and a large towel.
His suspicion rose again but he closed the bag, returning his attention to
Yuto. He would hold onto this information until the time was right.
Shun slathered on the lube between Yuto's thighs, taking the time to fondle his
balls and the base of his cock. Yuto leaned into his touch and Shun's breath
shuddered at the sensation. He ran his fingers over the skin, massaging and
squeezing as Yuto let out small noises, spreading his legs and bracing his
hands on both sides of the urinal.
“Come on,” Yuto said, his breath heavy, “do it already…”
Shun felt the heat spreading throughout his body, aroused and nervous but
painfully eager. He wrapped his arm around Yuto's waist, his other grabbing the
hip. After a moment of hesitation, he sucked in his breath, pressed his cock
between Yuto's thighs, and thrust. They both cried out as their cocks rubbed
together and Shun's hips immediately bucked again, thrusting furiously between
Yuto's thighs. He quickly felt himself growing overwhelmed, caught up in the
slick sensation of his cock against soft thighs and balls, rubbing against the
underside of Yuto's own cock.
“S-Slow down…” Yuto said and Shun snapped out of his trance, slowing his pace
with an apology. He couldn't let himself go crazy just yet, but he could barely
fathom any of this was happening.
His body was sore all over, each thrust reminding his bones of the pain he'd
endured not too long ago, but the twinges and aches only furthered his arousal.
Hands roaming over Yuto's body, he teased his nipples and his hipbones, drawing
sounds of pleasure from his lips. Shun held him close against his body as he
rolled his hips, his pace picking up again. Heart pounding in his chest, his
cock overwhelmed by stimulation as he made small moans, he knew he was getting
too worked up too fast. Yet, he didn't know how to stop. Feeling Yuto's soft
ass against his bruised hipbones, his cock sheathed between thighs, grinding
against Yuto's balls and cock – it was too much to handle.
Shun buried his face into the back of Yuto's neck, breathing in the scent of
his skin as his heart pounded with ferocity. With each frantic thrust he wished
they were fucking on the staircase landing, where he could let the steps dig
into his back with each roll of their hips, watching Yuto come undone while the
bruises on his own skin screamed in tandem with their moans-
Shun let out a sharp cry as he came, his hips still thrusting erratically as he
coated Yuto's thighs with cum. He mentally cursed himself as he tried to catch
his breath, mortified that he came so early.
“Sorry,” he said, still rubbing his now soft cock against Yuto's thighs, “it
snuck up on me.”
“It's okay, it happens.” The words were understanding, but his voice was still
heavy with arousal and Shun could see his dripping cock begging for touch.
Shun turned him around and pinned him against the wall next to the urinal,
dropping to his knees. Yuto watched in surprise as Shun placed a hand on his
hip, wiping the cum and lube from Yuto's thighs. He grabbed the bottle of lube
and poured some on the base of Yuto's cock.
“I've… never done this before,” Shun said, his nervous hand wrapped around
Yuto's cock, “but I'll do my best to make you feel good.” His own face flared
as he opened his mouth and touched the tip with his tongue.
“Wait, don't-!”
Shun quickly pulled his tongue away. “Sorry, I can do something else if you
want.”
“No, it's not that,” Yuto said, bringing a hand to his mouth in embarrassment,
“it's just… I peed so it's… probably dirty…”
Shun blinked, feeling Yuto's cock twitch in his hand. Interesting. He smiled,
positioning it against his lips.
“I don't mind.”
Yuto's hands shook as they clutched Shun's shoulders, panting as Shun took his
cock in his mouth. Shun was careful to keep his lips over his teeth, self-
conscious that they might slip and hurt him. He felt Yuto shudder as he
wandered the ridges of his cock with his tongue, tasting sweat and something he
couldn't quite place. Curious, he let it slip from his mouth. Yuto's protest
turned into pleasure as Shun trailed his tongue up his thighs, lapping at the
dried traces of urine trails. Licking his lips as he pulled away, Shun smirked.
“What?” Yuto asked.
“I thought so,” Shun said as he pushed his bangs behind his ears. “It was
piss.”
Another throb. Yuto's face flared and he looked away. “I told you it was
dirty…”
“It's okay,” Shun said, pressing the head to his lips. “I like it.”
As Shun took him in his mouth again, Yuto sighed, his fingernails digging into
Shun's shoulders. Shun hummed pleasantly at the pain and Yuto flinched in
pleasure. Figuring the vibrations must have felt good, Shun hummed again and
Yuto moaned, his fingers twitching. Although his goal was to make Yuto feel
good, Shun couldn't deny how much he loved the feeling of Yuto's cock in his
mouth – the soft rigidity, the weight against his tongue, and pressure against
his cheek. He sucked sweetly, applying light pressure to the head before taking
in more, the obscene sucking sounds filling the silence of the bathroom.
“Shun… Shun it feels really good…”
Half-lidded eyes stared down at him, Yuto's chest rising and falling as
pleasured noises spilled from his mouth. Shun could tell he was trying his best
to hold back from thrusting into his mouth, his hips twitching forward every
few seconds.
It was time to get some information out of him.
He had to be close now, and Shun smirked around the cock in his mouth, suddenly
pulling away. Yuto gasped at the sudden lack of stimulation and glared down at
Shun, annoyed.
“What did you really come here for?” Shun asked, licking his lips. “I'm not
putting it back in until you tell me.”
Yuto blinked in confusion, his mind still clouded with arousal. “My gym
clothes-”
“And the lube?”
Yuto glanced away. Shun grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the wall by his
hips, teasing his cock with hot breaths, close enough to feel but too far from
the pleasure of his mouth.
“…I came here to get off. That's why I have the lube, okay?”
“There's more to it than that,” Shun said, nipping at Yuto's inner thighs. “You
brought an extra pair of clothes and a towel. Socks and fresh underwear too.
Just what were you planning to do here that you couldn't do anywhere else?”
Shun had a good idea what Yuto was doing there, but he wanted to hear him say
it. Yuto bucked his hips wildly, whimpering as he tried to find some form of
stimulation for his aching cock. Shun kept at his thighs, alternating between
sucking, licking, and biting the skin. Knowing he was close to breaking, that
the teasing had made his arousal grow and he was desperate to be pushed over
the edge, Shun brought the final blow.
“I just want to know what you like,” Shun said as he teased kisses all over the
base of his cock, “so I can make you feel good.”
After a moment, Yuto shivered and said, “It's weird…”
Bingo.
“I don't mind.”
“Don't laugh…”
“I won't. I promise.”
Yuto took a deep breath and, in the smallest voice, said, “…I came here to wet
myself.”
Shun smirked. He thought it might be something like that. The contents of the
drawstring bag, the full bladder, the intense moaning upon release and
subsequent erection, the twitch of his cock at every mention of him wetting
himself – it was all pointing to this. While he didn't really understand it, he
didn't mind. He meant it when he said he wanted to know what Yuto liked and how
to make him feel good, no matter how strange his tastes were. After all, he
wasn't one to talk.
“Go on,” Shun said, giving him a teasing lick on the underside of his cock as a
reward, making Yuto moan. “Keep talking.”
“I have a fantasy where I wet myself during class, but I didn't actually want
to do it in class of course, so I snuck in and I was just about to start when I
heard something, and then I found you and I had to go so bad-”
“And then you pissed yourself in front of me? Is that why you got hard right
after you finished?”
“Yes,” Yuto moaned, drooling with arousal and desperation, “I couldn't help it-
”
He cried out as Shun suddenly sealed his lips around his cock, grabbing Shun's
hair now that his wrists were free. Shun moaned around him, feeling his own
arousal coming back full force now as Yuto tugged at his hair. Knowing Yuto
must be close now, Shun pushed forth and sucked him harder, his mouth
pleasantly tired as he tried to push him toward his climax. Sure enough, it was
only a few moments until Yuto's cock twitched hard and he cried out, bucking
his hips into Shun's mouth as he came.
Shun quickly swallowed in shock, but kept sucking him as he went soft, lapping
up the rest of his cum. Yuto's knees gave out under him and Shun frantically
grabbed his hips to keep him from falling, slowly easing him down to a sitting
position.
“Hey, you okay?”
Panting hard, Yuto said, “Yeah, sorry, my legs are just worn out.” His eyes
wandered over to Shun's crotch, spying his half-hard cock. “You're-”
“Don't worry about it,” Shun said, pulling his underwear up over it and fixing
his fly. “Otherwise we'll be here all night. Can you get dressed?”
“Sure, just give me a minute,” Yuto said, still coming down from his orgasmic
high. “I need to change my pants.”
Shun tossed him the drawstring bag and Yuto pulled out the underwear, pants,
and socks. As Yuto kicked his pants off his ankles and pulled on the fresh
boxer briefs, Shun found his confidence waning. They crossed a line tonight.
There was no going back to what they were before and while it was exciting, it
also terrified him. He didn't want to part until he knew exactly where they
stood now.
“Yuto?” Yuto looked up at him, yanking up his pants and buttoning his fly. Shun
could already feel his face heat up and glanced away, pushing his bangs behind
his ear. “Do you… wanna come over and stay the night?”
Yuto's eyes widened and he stared down at the floor. A soft smile crossed his
lips as he stuffed his dirty clothes into the drawstring bag.
“Sure,” Yuto said, closing the bag and throwing it over his shoulder, “but only
if you promise to tell me why you came here.”
Shun chuckled nervously. Of course. It was only fair he that divulge his
reasons after pulling it out of Yuto like that, but he couldn't help but worry
Yuto would find him a laughingstock, or really drive it home that something was
really wrong with him. But it was only fair.
“It's… a weird reason too. Like yours.” He felt his mind going into overdrive,
telling him that Yuto could read him like he always did, that he was disgusted
by how messed up Shun was, that he wanted nothing to do with him, even though
he knew it couldn't be true.
But Yuto just smiled and said, “I don't mind. And I promise I won't laugh. I
want to know what you like too, in that… area.”
Shun let out his breath. It would be awkward and weird to explain – there was
no way around that – but he felt better now. If he hadn't minded Yuto's fetish,
then Yuto wouldn't mind his either, no matter how strange it was. And it was
strange, yes, but it was what he liked.
Nodding, Shun said, “Okay.”
“Okay. Let's go then.” Yuto started heading for the door. Though Shun would
usually follow right after, walking by his side and sharing conversation, Shun
wanted something more this time. Something to solidify where they were now.
“Yuto.”
Yuto turned back to face him. Averting his gaze, Shun held out his hand for
Yuto to take, blushing furiously. He shivered like a startled bird as Yuto
grabbed it, intertwining their fingers, but when he looked he saw Yuto's face
was just as flushed as his. It was strange. They had done so many embarrassing
things tonight, most of which were downright obscene, but somehow, this one was
the most intimate.
They headed toward the door together, but then Yuto stopped suddenly in his
tracks, yanking back Shun by the hand. Surprised by the sudden recoil, Shun
looked back only to find Yuto staring at the floor, his face an even brighter
red now. Following his gaze, Shun looked down to find a small puddle of urine
with a small trail leading back to the urinals. They both knew who it belonged
to.
“We should clean that up.”
Yuto nodded. “Yeah.”
                                      ***
Shun and Yuto lay together in Shun's bed, cuddled up under a sheet, too hot for
blankets. It didn't take too long to clean up the mess and they got out of the
school unscathed, still holding hands as they wandered back to Shun's house.
They both managed to climb back into Shun's window with the usual finesse,
though a bit clumsier thanks to their weary limbs. No one else was awake, not
even Ruri in the next room over, and they were too tired to do anything else
but climb into bed.
Lying on his back with Yuto's head against his chest, he felt self-conscious of
his pounding heart. He was sure Yuto could feel it, maybe even hear it thumping
in the silence between them. It had only been silent for a few moments, since
Shun told Yuto why he went to the school, but that anticipation made it feel
like hours. But Shun gave him the time process it, starting to wonder if he had
even heard him when Yuto finally opened his mouth.
“Falling down the stairs,” Yuto said, staring up at him in disbelief. “You have
a thing-”
“For falling down the stairs, yes,” Shun said. He felt his heart rate climb
even higher as Yuto took a few more moments to process.
“So when you fell the other day-”
“It turned me on.”
“And you snuck in to fall again-”
“To confirm it turned me on.”
“So that's why you were jerking off on the landing.” Shun flinched, eyes wide.
He looked down at Yuto, who stared back unsurprised. “I could hear you before I
turned the corner. And you left your shirt open.”
Shun made an irritated sound, embarrassment swelling up again. He pulled Yuto
closer and tried to smother him in frustration, but it wasn't long before his
joints screamed in protest. As he pulled back and massaged them, he caught Yuto
looking him over in concern.
“It's nothing serious,” Shun assured him, “just some strain and bruises. And… I
like that.”
“Can you… explain it to me?”
“Here,” Shun said, leading one of Yuto's hands to a bruise under his ribs, the
other to his crotch. “Press it. Hard.”
Raising an eyebrow, Yuto's gaze shifted from Shun to the bruise and he pressed
down hard with his fingers. Shun's cock twitched in response under Yuto's hand
and he stifled back a moan, knowing Ruri was sleeping in the next room over.
Yuto stared at him, fascinated.
“It's a pain that nothing else can really replicate,” Shun said.
“I can get that,” Yuto said, thumbing the bruise. “Doing my… my thing hurts
too. But it feels good. It's weird.” Shun squirmed under Yuto's touch, his legs
shifting beneath the sheets until Yuto pulled back. A wave of relief washed
over Shun. He was too exhausted to let himself get aroused now.
“If you're gonna fall down stairs on a regular basis,” Yuto said as he traced
shapes with his finger on Shun's chest, “let me know when. I'll watch over
you.”
“You don't have to worry-”
“I'm not letting my boyfriend get hurt.”
Shun stared wide-eyed at Yuto, the butterflies raging inside him as his chest
swelled. He brought his hand to Yuto's cheek and stroked it lovingly, the skin
warm to his touch.
“What about you?” Shun asked. “Anything you want to do?” Yuto quickly looked
away, a light flush on his cheeks.
“Some roleplay… with me wetting myself.”
Smirking, Shun said, “We'll have to try that next time.” Shun kissed his
forehead and Yuto smiled back at him, snuggling into his chest.
“So we're making a habit out of breaking into school.”
Shun smiled. To Yuto, it wasn't a question but a decision already made. Similar
to the decision to assert Shun as his “boyfriend,” but Shun didn't mind. While
they weren't always on the same page, they knew how to read each other. Yuto
wouldn't have declared their relationship if Shun hadn't made the first step by
extending his hand. It was something they both wanted, and that they both had
the strength to reach for.
As they lay together, Shun's one and only best friend – now boyfriend – in his
arms, the whole night seemed surreal. Breaking into school, having sex in the
bathroom, and officially starting a new stage in their relationship, so much
had happened in just a few hours. And while it all seemed scary and new, it was
also familiar and exciting. Because it was Yuto.
In a rare moment of uncertainty, Yuto asked, “Is it okay to fall asleep like
this? Someone might see.”
As they slowly drifted off to sleep, bodies wrapped around each other and hands
intertwined, Shun said the only words that mattered:
“I don't mind.”
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