Secrets

Merry Christmas, Makoto

"Hey Makoto?" Haru spoke up.
"Yeah?"
"That nap was a bad idea...I'm not tired anymore." Haru whined.
"Anything you want to do to pass the time?" Makoto asked innocently.
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Makoto let out a grunt as Haru's weight was placed on his stomach. Haru couldn't take it any longer. He had been trying his best to swallow these urges but he had to touch the boy, in someway.

Haru bent his head down to press his lips to the others. They were sweet after eating the cookies and Haru gently swiped his tongue under Makoto's lip.

Makoto didn't oblige to Haru's request so without thinking too much about it, Haru snaked his hand beneath Makoto's T-shirt.

Makoto gasped at the touch and Haru took the opportunity to glide  his tongue into the others mouth.

Makoto's shaky hands went up and found themselves on Haru's waist, slightly bunching up his shirt in his fists.

Haru pulled away and Makoto let out a small whine. Haru let a small smirk grow on his face as he reached over his head to take his shirt off.

Makoto had seen Haru shirtless before, obviously. But being able to see his body this close, was new. Makoto's hands were still a little shaky but he still brought them up to touch the ab muscles on Haruka's torso.

Haru let Makoto take his time. His fingers were cold as they traced over each crevice and each bulge of muscle.

Makoto snaked his arms to his back and pulled him down to reattach their lips.

A.N. explicit/sexual scenes, if you are not comfortable with this content, do not read. This is also my first time writing this stuff so prepare to cringe!

Makoto let a strangled moan escape his lips as he felt Haru grind his hips down experimentally.

Haru could feel not only him, but Makoto growing harder underneath him.

"Can I take this off?" Haru asked as he grabbed on Makoto's shirt.

Makoto was nervous but he still nodded and helped the boy take his shirt off. There were long white scars littered across parts of his stomach and Makoto sheepishly tried to cover himself.

Haru gently grabbed Makoto's hands to pull them away. Makoto looked away in shame.

"Hey" Haru spoke. "Don't feel insecure about them."

Makoto weakly nodded his head.

Haru crawled down Makoto's body and let his fingertips trace the scars.

"Haru," Makoto mumbled. "Don't, they're ugly..."

Haru looked up and made Makoto look him in the eyes before speaking. "Nothing about you is ugly. Nothing."

Makoto urged tears not to form as Haru bent down to kiss the scars. He kissed gently from the top of his abdomen and down. He was leaving sloppier kisses once he had gotten to the waistband of Makoto's pajama pants.

Makoto felt a fierce blush creep up his cheeks and paint the tips of his ears a deep scarlet.

Haru looked up at Makoto from where he was seated between his legs.

Makoto continued to grow harder as he looked down to see Haru painfully close to his member.

"H-Haru please..." Makoto whimpered shyly.
Haru let a coy smile spread across his face as he slipped off Makoto's sweatpants and boxers at once.

Makoto tried to hide himself and Haru crawled back up to attach their lips.
Messy kisses were exchanged and Haru moved Makoto's hands that were covering himself.

Makoto let out a muffled moan as Haru gently wrapped his hand around the other boy's member.

"H-Haru-ka!" Makoto moaned shamelessly as Haru moved his hand up to his tip. Haru mercilessly teased the tip of Makoto's cock, sliding his thumb over the slit.
"Fuck Haru! Please!"

"Hmmm? What do you want?" Haru teased.

Makoto bucked his hips up, trying to gain more friction. Haru placed his hands on the others hips, keeping him from bucking up.

"Haruuuu!" Makoto whined.
"Tell me, what do you want?" Haru slowly let his hand move up and down Makoto's length.

"More"
"As you wish." Haru began to move his hand faster and Makoto felt his breath hitch. Every few strokes, Haru would run his thumb over the tip, causing Makoto to let out strangled whines.

Makoto rolled his head back as Haru sped up. His breathing was ragged and he felt a knot form in his abdomen.

"Haru-shit," Makoto whimpered. He covered his mouth with his hands as he kept himself from morning loudly.

Haru continued moving his hand up and down Makoto's cock, but faltered for a second. He moved his other hand up and pulled the hands from Makoto's mouth.

"Don't. I want to hear how good you feel." Haru whispered into his ear, causing goosebumps to form.
Makoto whimpered at the shameless words that left Haru's lips.

Makoto let his hands fall and grip the sheets beneath him as Haru continued.

"Haru! Im-fuck!" Makoto moaned loudly as his body tensed. The small knot in his stomach began to unravel and Haru sped up impossibly faster.

Makoto's moans turned into cries as he released over Haru's hand and onto his own stomach.

Makoto was breathing heavily as he let his body go limp. "Fuck, Haruka."

Haru smiled before crawling off the bed. "I'll go get some tissues."
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Haru crawled back into bed after getting Makoto cleaned up.

Makoto turned so that he was facing Haru. He wrapped his arms around his torso and buried his face into his neck.

"I love you so much." Makoto spoke, sending vibrations over his neck.

"I love you too. Merry Christmas, Makoto."