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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Subarashiki_Kono_Sekai_|_The_World_Ends_With_You
  Relationship:
      Kiryu_Yoshiya/Sakuraba_Neku
  Character:
      Sakuraba_Neku, Kiryu_"Joshua"_Yoshiya
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Telepathic_Voyeurism, I_apologise_for_the
      title;_I_couldn't_resist, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot
  Series:
      Part 7 of Step_Aside_and_See_the_World
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-20 Words: 1196
****** Nasty Hands ******
by surskitty
Summary
     If Joshua knows everything that happens in his district, he shouldn't
     be surprised when Neku takes advantage.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Neku really shouldn’t do this, not without asking first, but the idea of
transgression lends most of the appeal and it’s Joshua’s own fault if he peeks
and doesn’t like what he sees. He’s not doing anything that needs to involve
anybody else, and he locks his door and sets his phone to silent so he won’t
get any interruptions. That the guy he’s going to mess with can ignore all
that’s part of the appeal, he thinks, and he takes a moment to admire himself
as he strips down to boxers and lotions up his hands.
“Josh, if you’re listening right now, you can look but you can’t touch,” he
says under his breath, and part of him wonders if he even gets real privacy in
his own room. Probably not, he suspects, but so long as Joshua leaves him alone
when he’s not wanted, that’s what matters, isn’t it? And if Josh gets mad about
him pulling this, it’s his own fault for looking, he figures, even if sometimes
he wants him to. He might be the composer and his friend, but Neku’s never
going to be completely okay with the mind-reading.
Even if he does take advantage.
He slips his cock out of his boxers and wonders how he should do this, whether
he even actually has an audience or if he’s as alone as he feels like. Well, if
he doesn’t have Josh’s attention, then there’s nobody he’s going to look silly
in front of, so it’s fine. Just in case, though, he decides against checking
the internet for ‘inspiration’: the last thing he needs is for the composer to
know about his porn preferences. (Josh might already know, but augh, he needs
to scrub that thought out of his brain. Some things ought to be private, no
matter how much Josh knows about everyone else.)
“I’ve been thinking about you,” he says, voice low, and he thumbs over the head
of his cock as he takes himself in hand, grip loose enough he’s barely
touching. A little like how Joshua feels all the time, he thinks, ghostly and
barely there even as his presence adds this sense of reality that’s missing the
rest of the time, of nothing ever mattering more than the composer’s regard.
It’s a UG thing, he thinks, and he wonders if his other friends ever notice it.
Joshua probably did, back before he became who he is now, and he tries
picturing him watching, his light stance as he’d lean against the wall with his
eyes half-lidded, goading him to get a move on already. Is he going to give him
a show or not, he’d say, and Neku’d –
Neku would smirk back, that’s what he’d do, and slow down just to spite him.
He’d take his time working himself hard, just like he is now, and he fancies
Joshua’d give in and ask to go down on him again, but no, he’s got more
patience than that. Not much more, and if Neku stopped, he could win this
(Joshua hates leaving Neku unsatisfied, and his face heats as he remembers some
of the times the guy’s snuck into his room as he slept –) but it’s not about
winning, is it.
It’s about the fight, and Neku hears his phone vibrate. It’s probably Joshua,
but he doesn’t check just in case, instead cupping his ballsack to feel them
gently and imagine Joshua on his knees. The guy loves going down on him, and
Neku doesn’t get it, will always prefer the smack of flesh against flesh of a
proper ass fuck, but he won’t complain, either. There’s nothing like having
Joshua’s lips on his cock, the vibrations of his unbreathing hum as he’s given
a job he can do and he can do well. He always seems so in control then, like
not even getting face fucked can make him any less the ruler of them all, and
Neku’s been tempted more than once to slip out and splatter on his face to see
if his dignity outlasts his disgust with bodily fluids. … Probably.
His phone buzzes again. He flips it off.
The guy looks so perfect all the time, and it’s honestly kind of unsettling,
not a single blemish on his skin that Neku can find, and he’s checked, you
know. Just smooth clean skin, without a speck of dirt or even a normal tan
line, and how the guy’s a bit darker than Neku when he never goes outside’s a
fucking mystery, it really is. Perfect, and Neku wants to claw at him and see
if he bleeds.
Another buzz. “Josh, you know I’m not gonna check these until I’m done, right?”
Buzz. “Shush; I’ll talk to you afterward.” Silence, but he has the distinct
impression the guy’s pouting. Whiner.
There’s nothing he’d get from listening to what he has to say, though, and he
grips himself more firmly as he pictures Joshua’s frustration at being unable
to ruin the moment. He’s got to want to – Neku’s never known him to deal well
with leaving him in control for long – but he’ll lose this little game if he
does anything for Neku to have to hear him. Maybe he ought to – he reaches over
and snags his phone, hitting the cancel button a few times to dismiss his
unread texts, and he’s a bit surprised he’s even able to do that with Joshua’s
cheating. Turn the camera on, aaaand – there, completely decent selfie of his
head and torso, only slightly flushed from what he was doing.
He sends it without a message and double checks that the phone’s set to silent
as he sticks it back where it was, and it buzzes again anyway, Joshua unwilling
to be ignored. “I’m not gonna change my mind,” he says, and he’s not sure he’s
imagining the guy’s whine. He chuckles softly, enjoying his petty vengeance,
and he runs his hand over his cock as he pictures Joshua’s elegant hands, free
of the callouses of everyday life.
Joshua always goes slower than Neku likes, though, content to only tease until
he’s bored enough to try something else, and Neku speeds up out of his own
impatience, his fist not nearly as quiet as he’d like. It doesn’t matter, and
he tries to keep the guy in mind even as his attention fragments, how he sounds
when he laughs, his hair’s gentle flow, that ever-present smile –
He comes harder than he expected to, and he laughs breathlessly, so proud of
himself. “Hope you enjoyed the show,” he says, his voice sounding odd to his
own ears, and his phone goes off again. Definitely had an audience, and he
wipes off the spunk with a tissue before grabbing his phone and flopping back
onto his bed.
“You don’t play fair,” Joshua says, but he’s happy and Neku’s happy and he’s
going to keep this grin on his face all week. “Neku, you know I’m supposed to
be getting work done, don’t you?”
“You liked it,” Neku says, and the guy hums agreement. “See you this weekend?”
“Mm, if I must,” and Neku can’t keep from snickering. “Be well, Neku.”
Click.
End Notes
     I've had this in mind for a while, but I didn't get around to writing
     it until big-obnoxious-font on Tumblr sent me a prompt for a writing
     meme!
     7. “wow i did not know that was A Thing for me until right now and
     i’m totally fine with that but for the love of god keep doing it”
     9. “you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you
     otherwise”
     And so, companion piece to the somnophilia fic.
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