Cheerful, nostalgic chatter filled the casual, yet still fancy restaurant the group of friends was sat in in a corner far in the back.
As they ate, chatted, and drank, the time flew by unexpectedly quickly. Before one knew it, people were already bidding their goodbyes, leaving as it had gotten quite late.
Amongst these people, Urata and Sakata, too, already had taken their leave, exiting the restaurant into the pleasant spring night, the city busy as always.
They were talking casually about this and that on their way home, crossing streets and rivers, enjoying the calm, warm breeze.
"You wanna come over to my place?"
Sakata hesitated to answer the elder.
"Would that really be a good idea? We're both kinda drunk, so shouldn't I rather head home early and-"
"Oh, come on, just come over. What do you think will happen? We're just two friends hanging out."
Never ceasing his pace, he then nodded, hiccuping as to accentuate the slight amount of alcohol consumed earlier.
"Okay then."
Though they not had been walking for a lot, it seemed way farther than it actually had been.
Soon enough, just a few minutes next to a park, they saw the lantern-lit area where the elder's apartment complex was located.
When they entered his flat, a blissful warmth encountered them.
It has gotten a bit colder lately, especially in the evening, so the males couldn't help but let a satisfied sigh escape their lips as they immediately warmed up.
Getting rid of their cloaks and scarfs, Sakata seated himself on the sofa and watched the TV while Urata was still busy with something in the kitchen.
After the sounds of groaning, light cursing and dishes clattering against one another, as well as a few minutes of preparation, Urata wordlessly placed two cups of hot chocolate on the table.
He exited the room, ruffling his brunette hair as he did so.
Sakata smiled to himself.
He knew that Urata cared for him, despite how he might act sometimes, and he appreciated every little thing he did for him.
Raising the cup to his lips, he took a sip of the steaming hot beverage, humming in joy as he tasted the delicious chocolate and the sweet marshmallow placed on top of it.
Soon, he was joined by the shorter male as he felt the slight change of weight on the sofa by its cushions dipping a bit.
The other cup was taken as well, and the silence was enjoyed.
They sat there, exchanging casual glances as they relished the warmth of their hot chocolate spreading in their bodies.
Though, as expected, one of the two was usually avoiding said glances, though hid his nervosity cleverly.
The redhead didn't notice and kept on drinking, hoping to get rid of his slight drunkness very soon.
He couldn't stand being drunk next to the shorter male.
He was afraid he might do something stupid and uncalled for, getting both of them into an uncomfortable situation.
The elder was the same - though he wouldn't mind taking his chance to get closer to the younger.
Quickly, though, he concluded that stressing over it was of no use, especially not if he might accidentally spill his secrets right then and there.
He shifted in his seat, stretching himself, quite uncomfortable in his formal clothes that he wore for attending dinner.
"Be right back."
That's all he had said before setting down the mug to go to his own room.
Full of curiousity, Sakata sat down his own cup and followed the elder wherever he was going.
Of course it wasn't the first time the redhead visited him, but he still felt a little shy about moving about like it was his own apartment.
Noticing that Urata had been going to his own room, the younger was about to return to the living room but as he saw Urata remove his glasses and untie his tie in a swift motion, the latter now hanging loose, he couldn't tear his gaze away from him.
He just stood in the hallway, watching.
In one hand, he held his glasses while he unbuttoned his white button-up that he, formerly underneath a tidy blazer that had already been taken off, was wearing.
He was looking down, hair covering his face due to him tilting his head as he seemed completely indifferent.
After unbuttoning every button except for the last three ones, he stopped to completely untie his tie first, as well as lay it aside.
His glasses were laid on his bed as well, as he turned his body while doing so, unconsciously showing off just a bit too much.
Sakata gulped at the sight.
He always knew that his best friend was handsome, but the alcohol in his veins let him feel...
Different.
He took one step closer, shutting the door behind him, taking yet another step.
Urata turned around at the sudden noise, his eyes widening for a second before calming down again.
"Sakata? What are you doing here?"
The brunette male visibly relaxed again, which Sakata was able to see even clearer from the other's chest muscles tensing, then relaxing again.
The shirt only covered a small part of his stomach, the unopened buttons not providing very much to cover his chest.
Sakata was not prepared to speak, though, and tried stuttering out his reply nervously.
"Oh, I was just- I wanted to know where you were going-"
"So you just followed me?"
"W-Well-"
The elder hummed in question, visibly thinking about what to do next.
His conclusion was to unbotton his shirt completly, folding it neatly and laying it aside.
Sakata's cheeks blushed furiously as he took a step back.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
"Hah? Undressing, what does it look like?"
"B-But why?"
Urata shrugged his shoulders, the other trying hard not to focus on his prominent collarbones too much.
"I wanna be comfortable while sleeping, I was planning on changing clothes before, too."
He then turned his back towards the younger, putting away his folded shirt.
"Before I was interrupted."
He did not sound like he was mad, luckily, and had a rather amused tone. The elder seemed far too casual about the situation.
Sakata assumed it was the alcohol that led him to these actions, as the elder would never do something like that.
Undressing in front of him, that is.
"I- I'm sorry, I was just curious, and-"
"Don't sweat it. But if you're here anyways..."
He moved closer, making the redhead back up against the closed door, his arms on either side of his head.
"U-Urata?", the younger sweat-dropped with a nervous smile.
He couldn't quite grasp the situation he currently was in.
He just knew that the black-haired wasn't behaving as usual.
Then again, he wasn't either.
They were conscious, yet odd.
Soon, the elder came to a halt, looking up at Sakata as he stood up straight before him.
He saw his, Urata's, brows furrow slightly as he looked like he was trying to concentrate on something.
His eyes were shifting from Sakata's face to somewhere else, the ground, before fixating his gaze on the younger again, looking into his eyes.
He did not say anything, though after the taller male seeming to ask him just what the hell he was doing, with a slightly uneasy hand shaking his shoulder, he reacted.
He sighed, looking down, and took one step back.
"Nevermind."
The younger was confused.
Why was he retrieving all of a sudden?
"Urata, are you alright...?"
"Yes, I just- I don't want to regret anything. Or force you to anything..."
He whispered the last part in hopes the taller wouldn't hear him, but his hopes were crushed when the younger replied.
"Force me? You wouldn't force me, Urata, no matter what you do. It doesn't matter what it is, if it's for you, I'll gladly do it."
"Sakata... You shouldn't say that. Especially not right now."
"Eh?"
Though the elder's tone seemed so small and hesitant, he still looked at him confidently.
He sat down onto his bed, leaning back slightly as he supported himself from falling back with his arms.
He was just casually sitting there, yet it seemed so different to Sakata, especially since he was currently topless.
He watched the elder run a hand down his face as he picked up his glasses that were next to him, feeling himself get slightly more dizzy from his slightly blurry view.
"I don't know, I just- I don't know what I was doing... I'm not sure."
"Are you sure you're fine?"
The younger followed the shorter male to the bed, leaning over him to lay his hand on the other's forehead.
"You don't seem to have a fever..."
"Wh-What are you doing!?"
"Eh? I'm just checking if you're fine..."
Out of surprise, he jumped slightly when Sakata touched his forehead, looking up at him with a bit of a shocked expression, which, in return, made the redhead slightly draw back his hand.
"Is it me?"
He sounded confused.
Heavily confused.
Confused as to why the brunette man seemed to fear his touch all of a sudden.
"No, I- ... Maybe you are."
"What...? What did I do?"
"I can't stand being near you anymore."
"What are you saying...? Urata!?"
The elder jumped up, ready to straight up leave the apartment before Sakata grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.
"Woah, what are you-!?"
He lost his balance, falling backwards onto the bed, or rather - onto the redhead.
Neither of them said anything, too flabbergasted to talk or move.
Though, Urata was the first one to get off of the younger, sitting next to him as he looked away, holding his head as he apologised quickly.
He watched Sakata get up and look at him, the younger standing now as Urata looked up at him.
"Shouldn't I leave? Did I do something?"
His clothes were messy from the earlier impact as he focused his eyes on the elder's, expecting an answer.
His brows were furrowed, though he looked sad.
"No, listen- I was too harsh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it in a bad way. Well, it's still bad for me, but-"
Realizing that all his talking was getting them nowhere the elder sighed, falling back onto the bed.
As he lay there, Sakata was still observing him.
"I'm confused...", he muttered.
"Don't worry. I am, too..."
Slowly, the younger began to sit down again, watching the other's gaze on him intently.
"Maybe you had a little too much to drink? Do you want to rest, or?"
He, at his words, felt Urata shift as he now closed his eyes, sighing out of frustration.
"No, I don't, actually. I'm not tired."
"Then... What shall we do now?"
The younger shifted weirdly and fidgeted with his hands, unsure of what to do.
He was over-conscious of everything.
Every little movement, every sound the elder made - it all vibrated in his ears, he didn't know if he should like or hate that.
Even the raspy hum the other let out sounded three times louder than it normally did, he was sure.
"Don't know..."
He then heard, as well as felt, the bed shift, and, after having turned away for a mere moment, looked at the elder to see him sitting up.
He hated how his gaze automatically flew downwards, the uncommon view just a tad bit too distracting for him.
When he looked up again, quickly, he was anxious to see the brunette look at him, thus having caught him red-handed.
His expression, though, was unusually flustered.
Urata hated to admit it, but he, too, was incredibly nervous.
Despite the alcohol, he was still way too aware of what he was doing, and the situation he was in.
Though, showing weakness only would frighten him further.
Of course he noticed Sakata staring at his upper body and how he blushed upon doing so, but he would never admit that he felt embarrassed under his gaze.
He didn't want the younger to think as weak of him so he kept the fact that he liked being watched by him to himself.
"Well, if you don't know, then... Should I go?"
"No! Don't leave! Oh-"
Clutching his hands over his mouth the shorter male blushed, more than embarrassed about his sudden outburst.
He felt way more ashamed than he should have, and soon rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, ruffling his hair while doing so.
He felt the need to apologise.
"Sorry, I just- Kind of, I don't know-"
Though he felt himself relax again when the younger spoke to him with a soft, understanding voice.
"I won't. It's okay, Ura."
"Ugh..."
The elder lay down again, pulling the younger along with him.
"Eh-?"
Now laying side by side, they looked into each other's eyes, unable to tear their gazes away even for one second.
Unconsciously, Urata reached out to tuck a red strand behind the other's ear.
"Urata..."
With a small whisper, Sakata's hand, too, reached out to cup the smaller's cheeks, feeling their warmth and softness.
"Ugh..."
The elder lay down again, pulling the younger along with him.
"Eh-?"
Now laying side by side, they looked into each other's eyes, unable to tear their gazes away even for one second.
Unconsciously, Urata reached out to tuck a red strand behind the other's ear.
"Urata..."
With a small whisper, Sakata's hand, too, reached out to cup the smaller's cheeks, feeling their warmth and softness.
Both seemed anxious, and they certainly were.
But they were calm, too, as they could easily put together the puzzle pieces of why exactly they were doing the things they did.
And it calmed them down almost instantly.
Though, the elder still seemed to be the more nervous one out of the two.
He glanced at the hand on his cheek, feeling them heat up as he realised just what Sakata was doing.
They were lying together.
On a bed.
Alone.
Touching each other.
Thinking of the possibilities alone made heat rush down Urata's lower abdomen, his hand immediately retrieving from the redhed's locks to cover his crotch.
"I, uh-"
"Hm? What is it, Ura?"
"No, it's nothing- Ah-!"
"... Eh?"
The elder suddenly let out a quiet moan as Sakata shifted to get more comfortable, his knee accidentally brushing over the black-haired's sensitive area.
"Ura-san...?"
It was only then that the redhead noticed the other's chest heaving up and down as his breathing became uneven.
His shifting only made the situation worse, as Urata only gained more friction from it, which made it hard for him to get by unnoticed.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. Just-"
He cursed ever-so-quietly as he sat up abruptly, leaving the younger confused.
"I'm- I gotta go to the toilet, be right back."
Getting up to leave the younger once again caught his wrist, holding him back.
"Wh-What is it?"
Stuttering every then and now, the smaller couldn't even keep himself on his feet, his legs got weaker and weaker by the minute.
"Why are you leaving so suddenly? It was so comfortable just now..."
"Sakata- I only need to go to the toilet for a few minutes, okay?"
Thinking about what he just said, Urata cursed himself for wording it that way.
"For a few minutes...?"
He tried talking his way out of it, though even he knew that the younger clearly took in his words.
"Well, not like that- That was exaggarated-"
He felt the other's grip around his wrist tighten slightly, his look disappointed at the other leaving.
"Is there anything wrong? Do you want to tell me something, Ura?"
"No, actually, I don't want to."
"Come on-"
When the elder tried to break free from the younger's grip, Sakata's hand slid down, yet again brushing over the other male's crotch.
"Hng...-"
The redhead blinked in surprise.
He just did it on accident, he didn't except to hear such lewd sounds from the elder male.
As he listened to them, though, he grew fond of them and wanted to hear more.
His hand reached up, Urata still standing in front of him, and slowly carressed the shorter's thigh, making the latter shiver at the touch.
Urata was facing him, standing in front of the bed that the younger sat on, just at the right height level for him to continue what he was doing.
Though the elder still had his rather formal pants on, he felt every touch of the younger as if it was skin on skin.
Sakata was holding the other's right hip in place as the other was slightly massaging his thigh now.
It felt calming, yet it aroused the elder a lot.
The low groans he did let out were only further proof of that.
He was rather quiet, though every noise he made, Sakata enjoyed and took in.
"S-Sakata... What are you doing...?"
"I don't know... Do you like it?"
"I-"
The elder would've been lying if he said he wasn't, but of course he wouldn't give in to the temptation to jump at the younger right then and there.
"I'm... Not saying that I don't, but please stop."
"Hmmm..."
At that the younger did stop for a moment, the other sighing in relieve, but soon he moved his hand again, this time over the buldge that had formed in the elder's pants.
"S-Saka- Hng-"
Exactly the noises the younger wanted to hear.
He enjoyed the groans and how his own name left the dark-haired's lips in a stutter.
He enjoyed it very much.
He tried different things, only loving each reaction more.
He tried kneading it lightly, running his thumb over it as he did so.
It caused the elder to unconsciously move his hands downward, trying to grip Sakata's wrist.
Soon, though, he realised that he had gotten significantly weaker over the past few moments, a strained moan now leaving his lips, a louder one.
He quickly shut up.
"Th-That's enough now, is it? What were you even trying to do?"
The younger did not stop, though.
On the contrary, he wanted to try something new so he leaned down, facing his erection and gave it a soft kiss.
"S-Sakat- Ahh...!"
The elder was no longer able to contain his moans, one after the other leaving his slightly parted lips.
He tried to bite down on them but they were already too swollen and he didn't want to endure the pain so he let out all the noises that wanted to be let out.
He didn't care anymore.
While Urata was fighting with himself Sakata unzipped the latter's pants, giving his buldge more room.
Urata sighed as he was freed of the tightness in his pants but soon returned to groaning and moaning when Sakata continued to stroke him.
"No- You- Fuck, just- Ahh..."
He was starting to have trouble just standing up, though with the pleasure he was receiving, he felt frozen in place.
His hands, not knowing what to do, were now reaching farther down, resting on the other's shoulders as the redhead was unusually confident.
He often was making eye contact, his relaxed ones meeting the half-closed, heavy lidded ones of the shorter male as he watched him shutting them every so often, his head seemingly falling back as his voice became more strained, swallowing hard in between moans.
His cursing was beginning to show more, the pleasure causing him to lose all filters.
"I-If you don't stop soon- Hng-"
"Are you gonna come then, Urata-san?", Sakata asked, keeping up a innocent smile.
The elder felt like a fool in front of his teasing friend, his emotions mixed and overall confused.
He felt pleasure but was angry at the same time.
He felt like crying - which both the pleasure and the anger could be reason for.
In his stomach, he felt the pleasurable feeling grow with every passing moment, each glance at the younger only amplifying it.
Though, soon, he decided that he had enough.
With a moan, and a subtle buck of his hips, he took a step back, his hands releasing Sakata's shoulders.
He was holding one of his own, flushed cheeks, and furrowed his brows.
He wanted to prevent his tears welling up in his eyes, and found it hard to.
"I don't even know what to say. What's gotten into you, Sakata?"
The mentioned male was surprised about his steady voice, having been stuttering mere seconds ago.
Urata himself didn't know how he could talk like that but he assumed it was the growing hatred towards himself due to abusing the younger for his own purposes.
The younger didn't know what to answer so he merely kept on shifting on the bed, one hand playing with the other's fingers.
Urata escaped a sigh as he cautiously took a step towards the taller again, crouching down to his sitting form.
"Listen... I-It's not like I didn't like it. I just... You're drunk. You don't really want this. Do you understand that?"
From the floor, the younger's gaze wandered up again, looking at Urata hesitantly.
He had been drunk before once, after having consumed way too much alcohol for his own good.
Though, he was sure that Urata, as smart as he was, was unaware of the fact that, when sober, the younger was pining after him, as well.
"I don't think that even if I was completely drunk, I would do something like this, Ura. Or do you?"
He was mumbling, shyly trying to vocalise his thoughts, not directly voicing out his actual feelings towards him.
"I want-"
He shifted a bit on the bed.
"I want this, too..."
Gulping, the elder still didn't want to believe him.
It had to be the alcohol.
... Right?
"You don't know what you're saying. That's the alcohol speaking-"
"It's not! It's not..."
"How can you be so sure about that?"
"I just know it, okay!? I know that I want this and I've been wanting it for so long!"
With unsure eyes, Urata looked at his friend.
He was trying to deny the fact that he wanted to believe him, that he wanted all of that as much as him.
He did care for him, and would not want to do anything without his full consent.
That, he was sure of.
That's why, due to him overthinking, he didn't realise that the younger felt the exact same as him.
Though, at the sudden outburst, Urata did look surprised, focusing through the still remaining pleasure.
"Is that true?"
"Of course it is... What have I been saying for the last two minutes? Did you even listen?"
"I did!"
'But you don't make it easy for me with what you did down there!', Urata thought, frowning.
"Then please believe me..."
The seated male lay a hand on the elder's thigh while speaking, immidiately sending shivers down the latter's spine.
He felt his body jerk slightly at the younger's touch, looking up at him from his slightly crouched position.
Before having neared him, the elder had tucked himself in his underwear again, his pants still unzipped as he rose himself again.
He inhaled, soon exhaled, and looked at Sakata.
"I hope you're really sure about that."
The redhead didn't dare respond - he just put on a reassuring smile and continued to craddle the other's knee in his hand.
Finally giving in to the temptation, Urata pushed Sakata back onto the bed and smashed his lips onto his.
He forced his way through the thin skin with his tongue, exploring the younger's wet cavern while grinding his hips against his in a rolling motion.
The younger was captivated by the pleasure he was receiving.
He had always dreamt of doing these things with his best friends, and now his fantasies and imaginations are finally coming true.
Though he was slightly drunk, he felt and experienced everything.
The intensity of the elder's sudden actions caused the other to let out a moan, the kiss not breaking as Urata still continued to experiment with him.
He licked and bit Sakata's bottom lip, the redhead taking a liking to the odd feeling it gave him, his stomach tingling with pleasure and excitement.
He, too, was beginning to grind against the elder's hips.
Though, almost immediately, the latter broke the kiss, slightly sitting up as he straddled the younger, holding down his hips.
Urata still felt somewhat angry for being so vulnerable earlier due to his friend's actions.
"Not you."
"Eh-"
As he bucked up his hips by accident, the elder immediately pushed down his, the younger moaning through the physical contact.
"Not. You. Understood?"
Sakata nodded eagerly, not wanting to anger the shorter male any further.
"Good..."
Said male continued to lick and kiss down the younger's neck, searching for a specific place on his delicate skin that would let him see stars.
When he found that point and sucked on it, Sakata let out a loud, drowsy moan, making the elder grin in satisfaction.
The urge to just move against the other's body was getting stronger with the unbelievably, unexpectedly strong pleasurable feeling that resulted from the elder proceeding to suck on that point of his neck.
It tingled, and slightly tickled, but it felt incredibly good.
He could feel how into it the brunette was, his mouth eagerly moving against his skin, lewd popping noises sounding whenever he parted his mouth from the skin.
Though he was unable to see it, the elder had his eyes closed, gripping Sakata's head with one hand while the other kept down his hips, against which he kept moving.
It was barely audible, but he sometimes, too, allowed a slight groan to escape his lips, though nothing more.
But it was enough to keep the younger going.
His every touch, his every lewd groan pushed Sakata further, till he eventually couldn't keep it in anymore.
And so, just through the elder grinding against him and his lips on his neck, the younger came with a low moan, dirtying his pants.
"Oh, look... You came already? So you really want this, after all?"
"I-I told you I want this..."
"How lewd...", the brunette grinned as he unzipped the other's lower clothing, pulling it down to throw it in any corner of the room.
The taller gulped at the sight.
He was now shakily bucking his hips upwards, his body slightly trembling as his brows furrowed, the pleasure remaining as his mind felt cloudy for a split moment.
He saw the elder eye him up and down, his own eyes trailing towards his lower regions.
He flushed at the sight of his own length, his own button-up not providing much coverage.
Still, he tried pulling it down, his movements only limited as he was afraid to move too much for Urata's liking.
He looked up at him, seeing only him and unconsciously, gently moaning his name as he still felt his orgasm fading.
"Ura..."
The mentioned male was overwhelmed by his craving for the younger.
Hearing him moan his name didn't do his arousal any good - He felt his pants tighten around him and groaned in pain.
"U-Ura?"
The younger innocently cared for Urata's well-being, glancing up at him through half-lidded eyes.
That did the trick for Urata.
He threw away his own pants, grinding against the younger's hips with even more force, leaning down to further tease his sensitive skin.
"U-Ura, no- I-I just came-"
"I don't care."
Ignoring the taller's pleades the brunette kept on teasing him, one hand going down to squeeze his erection, eliciting almost screamed moans, his mouth sucking on his erected nipples.
"U-Urata, p-please-"
Lifting his head, he looked at him, a look of slight bewilderment on his face, as if he was shocked by his own actions.
Until, he saw the younger's face.
Brows knitted together, eyes focusing on one specific point as he looked concentrated, tears starting to form at the oversensitivity of his body.
His face was flushed, and Urata loved hearing his moans.
He almost moaned as well, just by looking at him.
He left the other's shirt pushed up, exposing the younger's chest as he kept playing with his length.
Sakata squirmed, his arms trying to push his hands and body away as he only increased his volume.
"No, no don't- Ahh, wait that- That-!"
"Don't even try to resist, Sakata..."
"W-Wataru...!"
The elder immidiately stopped all his actions, surprised by the sudden mention of his name.
He would be lying if he said he didn't like it, though.
Urata slipped his hand into the redhead's shorts and teasingly brushed his fingertips over his length.
He wanted to hear it again.
"W-Wataru, wait- Don- Hahhhh hnngg-"
For a mere second, the elder removed his hands from inside the other's boxers, seeing his hand sticky with come from the younger's previous orgasm.
As he distanced his hand slowly, he saw Sakata moving his hips up, acting like a magnet.
The redhead whined, his hands gripping the hem of his button-up, pulling it down slightly.
"No, no I- Ahh, I didn't- Please-"
As expected, Urata saw him, despite his requests to stop, still lusting for more, craving his touch.
Although he loved seeing the other desperate for his touch and grew fond of teasing him, Urata could already feel himself reaching his limit.
He couldn't endure the tightness of his pants anymore - so he simply got rid of them.
The younger gulpes when he saw the huge buldge in his pants, thinking about the possible pain he would be enduring during their steamy actions and in the next morning.
"U-Urata, it's not going to fit-"
"First of all- It will. Second- Don't call me Urata."
"Eh? Then... W-Wataru?"
With a low, quiet groan, Urata leaned forward, nodding ever so slightly.
"That's it, yes."
He used one hand to support himself on Sakata's chest, who looked at him in wonder.
Though, he liked seeing him so lost in pleasure, unusually eager.
He played with his name on his lips, mumbling it rather to himself than to the elder.
"Wataru..."
"Yeah, that's right. I'm gonna burn this name onto your lips tonight..."
Having said that the brunette leaned down again, reuniting their lips in a swift motion.
They moved in perfect sync, like they were made for each other.
When the younger suddenly felt two fingers rubbing at his entrance, he broke the kiss and let out a, long, drawnout moan.
Though not being able to see just what the elder was doing underneath his boxers, he clearly felt it.
And it felt amazing, hence his moans.
Though, when the brunette's digits actually entered the younger, the latter tried his best not to tense up too much, the feeling of him stretching quite painful.
"It- Ahh, it hurts- Wait- Wha- Aah?"
His head was tilted back slightly as he held onto Urata's arm, his grip tightening as he groaned in pain.
To make up for that, the elder moved his unoccupied arm towards the younger's crotch, the latter's hand still grasping it as he began palming him. His goal to distract him was achieved as the painful groans morphed into strained moans.
"It's fine, you're doing great."
Small praises were whispered as Urata pleasured and stretched him slowly with each of his hands.
"A-Am I?"
"Yes, you're doing really great... Close your eyes and just feel it."
"Ah- Ahh-!"
The elder had stopped stroking him for a moment, pushing his over two fingers deeper into him, to which the younger hissed in pain.
"Shhh, it'll be over soon... I promise to make you feel so good that you can't even think about anything else than me."
With his hand having been drawn away from his arm, Sakata now covered his eyes, speaking with a shaky voice.
"You promise?"
The sight was, given the situation, unexpectedly cute to the elder, and motivated him to focus on being more gentle, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of him in a steady, slow pace.
"Of course."
He saw the younger smile slightly, though his lips quickly turned into a frown again due to the slight unpleasant feeling,
"I always- Ngh... Think of you, though- Ah..."
"That's good..."
Though he wouldn't admit it, the brunette was moved by the younger's confession.
He, too, was always thinking of him, no matter what situation he was in.
The first thing he thought of in the morning was his soft, fluffy red hair, his soothing voice the last thing he recalled before going to bed.
He couldn't live without him anymore.
When he noticed the younger calming down and adjusting to his fingers, Urata slowly increased his pace again, leaving the younger as a panting mess.
His hair was already disheveled and stuck to his forehead due to the sweat that had formed, his hands gripping tightly onto the white bedsheets.
"W-Wataru, i-it feels good- Ngh-"
Quite unconsciously, he was trying to meet his fingers, rubbing against them by bucking his hips lightly.
The elder took it as a sign to continue, and was slowly thrusting in and out of him using his digits.
"Good, you're doing so good..."
All the while, he, kneeling on the bed, was trying to gain friction from moving his lower body against the sheets, groaning in frustration as he kept pleasuring the younger.
"F-Faster...", the younger mumbled.
"What? I can't hear you, Sakata~", the elder grinned devilishly.
"F-Faster, Wataru! Please!"
Content, the brunette started thrusting faster into the younger, hitting deeper spots through the impact while still trying to gain some pleasure himself.
"Fuck...", he cursed, the imagine of the male beneath him moaning out his name being too much for him.
Only through that, he quietly moaned out his best friend's name, trying to shift his weight.
"Saka- Ahhh.."'
For a mere second, he lost himself in that feeling, held still before moving again.
His face was flushed ever so slightly, and he moved again, visibly embarrassed.
When he moved, though, he still felt pleasure.
"I-"
"Ura-san...- Ah-!"
"I told you to not call me that..."
The elder had harshly thrusted his fingers into the other, scissoring him along the way.
"W-Wata- L-Let's feel good together, alright...?"
"Hah?"
"J-Just put it in already..."
His shy eagerness made him feel like he had to take care of him, please him until he is satisfied.
For a moment, the elder did not seem to move, looking at the redhead while moving his hips against the mattress, looking concentrated as one hand was supporting him by pressing it onto the other's stomach, taking a minute for himself to get lost in the pleasure as he neglected the other for a mere minute, not moving his fingers as he was groaning lowly.
He was soon moving against the younger's leg, letting out a moan surprisingly loud for someone as him.
In that moment, Urata did look like a desperate puppy to him, not having received any attention as he was now, even for such a short time, pleasuring himself against his best friend's leg.
"Y-You're wetting my leg..."
"Do I look like I- ah... C-Care?"
Urata almost didn't notice through his own pleasure that Sakata was moving his hips against the fingers that were still inside of him, continuing to pleasure himself.
"Ngh... Ahh-"
Sakata felt sudden cold hit the place where the warmth of skin had been previously.
As he looked up, he saw the brunette pour some lube on his fingers, rubbing it at his entrance.
"Eh-?"
"Just to make sure it hurts less for you."
With a whimper, the younger nodded, letting him continue.
As his boxers were discarded earlier, it was quite easy for the elder to access him.
The latter, with an impatient groan, pulled down his own boxers just enough for his length to be freed of the uncomfortable fabric.
As he did that, sighing lowly, he squirted more lube onto his palm, distributing it all over his throbbing member by stroking himself.
To Sakata, it was quite the show, and he swore he heard a small whine from the brunette.
Both were so excited already, lusting after their best friend impatiently.
When Urata was finished applying the lube and strokimg himself, he slowly guided his length towards Sakata's entrance, rubbing against it which made both males moan loudly.
"It's really not going to fit...!"
"It will, don't worry. You'll feel good..."
Leaning down, Urata latched his lips onto Sakata's neck, kissing and sucking on the spot that made the redhead go crazy earlier.
Why the latter was distracting, he gently pushed himself into him, immediately feeling the younger tighten around him.
"Hng... Hah, you're so tight... Ngh-"
"A-Am I? I-I'm sorr-hyyyy!?"
"Ah, did I hit the spot?"
An uncomfortable, foreign feeling corrupted Sakata's lower half, no comparison to his fingers that penetrated him earlier.
Though, for a split second, it felt insanely good.
"I- Think so- Aaaah? That- There- a
Again?"
He held onto the elder's shoulder with one hand, gripping it rather tightly.
"It feels kind of- Ngh- It hurts, but it- Ahhhh!"
He shut his eyes tightly, enduring the unpleasant feeling and the occasional pleasure.
"But there! It felt good- Ahhh?"
"Yes, ngh... It's supposed to f-feel good... Shit-"
The only sounds that could be heard in the room were skin slapping on skin and their loud, exaggerated moans and groans.
They were feeling good.
Very good.
"U-Urata, I-I think I-"
He threw his head back in pleasure, his hands gripping tightly onto the elder's back, leaving scratches all over it.
Urata clicked his tongue at the mention of his artist name and pounded harder into the younger as punishment.
A mixture between a surprised yelp and a moan was what left the younger's mouth, bringing his head up to press it against his shoulder as he wrapped his legs around him.
Attempts to lose distance between them were made, and succeeded.
"If you don't seem to get it, I'll just make you scream it, then."
Sakata wished to just refuse to call his best friend by his name, the idea of him becoming rougher seemed way too enticing to him not to attempt.
Though, the way it sounded on his lips made it hard to not moan it out loud.
"But- Ah, wa- Aaah! I-"
"You what? Say it, I don't understand you."
"No, I-"
"So it's nothing? I thought so."
Urata increased his speed as he felt the younger tightening around him, feeling the knot in his own stomach, too.
"W-Wata- ahh ngh... I-I'm coming! I'm coming I'm coming!"
"Tch."
Urata was more than aroused by the thought of making his friend cum so he eagerly lifted his leg above his shoulder, holding it in place to have better access.
Now he would be able to hit the redhead even deeper.
"I-I can't! It's impossible! Wataru, please-!"
Each time he heard his name leave his best friend's lips, he wanted to make him feel even better, to hear it once more.
Though, he did find it quite amusing to tease him, despite him not doing himself a favour that way.
He slowed down, stopping entirely as he met the redhead's confused gaze, both panting heavily.
"Wha- Ah...? Why did you- Uh?"
"Hah... Why, you ask...? Why not?"
"Eh...?"
The elder was going as far as pulling out, but Sakata stopped him by holding his hips in place.
"Please... Don't stop. I don't know what's going on all of a sudden, but... I-If you really don't want to, let me at least help you-!"
"Sakata."
"Y-Yes?"
"You're no fun to tease, did you know that?"
The brunette threw his arms around the taller to embrace him in a tight hug while pushing his member back into him.
"A-Ah-! U-Urata?"
"You're an idiot..."
Pressing his bare chest against the redhead's still clothed one, he buried his head in the crook of his neck as he groaned slightly.
"Nothing's wrong, 's all good."
Before he began moving again, as close to him as could possibly be.
Despite the lack of space between them, Sakata still moved his hips upwards, the feeling of the elder's upper body occasionally pressing against his length making him moan again.
"Wait, no- It's too sudden again- Ahh... You're pressing against my- Ah? Ngh..."
"Ngh... You're even tighter than before..."
"Sorr- Hng...!"
"Don't apologize. It feels good...", he whispered into the younger's ear, a soft blow following.
It sent shivers down the latter's spine.
"Ah- Nggghh, no, ahh-"
Even such small actions were enough to intensify the redhead's pleasure even more.
Urata could hear his strained moans right beside him due to their closeness.
"Don't say it like tha- Aahhh... It sounds so- Ngh-"
At once, his body spasmed one single time as he whined, clinging closer to him by wrapping his arms around the brunette, the pleasure making him clench around the latter.
"'It sounds so' what, huh?"
"I-I-"
The elder pressed their bodies even closer together, his arm propping him up while doing so.
His other arm, though, caressed the younger's whole body, stopping at his twitching erection that formed again even though he just came.
"D-Don't touch-"
"Hmm? You don't want me to touch you there? Well, your dick says the opposite..."
Stroking up and down, playing with the tip and eventually squeezing his length, the brunette made the redhead lose his mind and give in to all the pleasure he was receiving.
He didn't care about any people walking by or the neighbors might hearing them - he couldn't hold his voice back, no matter how much he would have liked to.
His hand was gripping his own, opposite arm as to tighten his hold around the elder, resisting the urge to bite down onto his shoulder due to the intensly ecstatic feeling, the pain oddly satisfying as it mixed with the pleasure.
"You're saying these things, it-"
He interrupted himself with a moan as the seemingly inevitable pleasure surged through his body, tears forming in his eyes, oversensitivity causing him to whine.
"It feels really- Ah?! Weird- Ngh..."
"Is that so..."
Seemingly full of new energy, Urata picked up his pace, thrusting deeper and faster into the younger.
Still holding his leg above one shoulder, the shorter male hit Sakata's sensitive spot with every hit as he felt the latter clench around him almost unbearably.
Never did anyone make him feel as good as he did is what both males were thinking at that time, engulfed by the other's warmth and the lewd noises of skin slapping against skin.
His throat dry, Sakata still did not tone down his moans, hair swaying around as he was being moved, eyes shut tightly.
"No- No, you're- It's too, ahh! I can't- Hah..."
He was overwhelmed, close to hyperventilating as he was shaking unusually, his breathing uneven and heavy as his grip got weaker.
"I-I can't anymore... I- Ah-! I-I'm coming again if you- W-Wataru please-!"
Not even thinking of stopping again Urata sped up for the last time, grunting and groaning while pulling out and thrusting in while he was still stroking the younger's erection.
"Fuck..."
He could feem himself getting closer to the edge, eventually releasing his hot semen inside of his best friend.
"Ngh..."
"Ah, you're filling me up, Urata..."
"Tch... Hah..."
Riding out his orgasm, the movements of his hands got faster to give the younger his own release.
He felt the hot, white liquid of him on his skin and looked into the half-lidded eyes of the taller, slowly pulling out and collapsing beside him on the bed.
Both were panting hard, catching their breath.
No one said anything, until Sakata spoke up, his one arm over his eyes.
"Ura, I feel kind of dizzy..."
His words appeared weak and kind of slurred as he mumbled them, his chest heaving up and down, as did the other's.
He, from the after-pleasure, was whining occasionally.
"You want something to drink?"
"Yes, but... I don't want you to leave..."
Smiling slightly, the elder sat up and reached over to the glass of water that was standing beside his side of the bed.
"Here, drink. I'm not going anywhere."
"B-But that's your glass, isn't it?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Uh..."
Sakata blushed, thinking about the indirect kiss that would happen if his lips touched the glass.
On the other hand, they already kissed a lot today, so it shouldn't be a problem, right?
Lifting it up and attaching his lips to the glass, hr gulped down the cold, clear liquid, feeling immediately refreshed.
"Better?", the elder asked.
"Better. Thanks.", the redhead smiled in return.
With his light smile still remaining, he looked back at him, noticing his trembling body.
While he was still wearing his button-up, of which only a few buttons were still closed, and while Urata absolutely loved the way he looked right then and there, he could not help but worry.
"Do you- Need anything else? Are you cold?"
"I'm... I'm fine. You took great care of me.", Sakata smiled while Urata blushed at the thought.
"Sh-Shut up..."
"Oh, can I call you Urata again or am I still not allowed to?"
"I-I told you to shut up!"
"Haha."
Pulling the blanket up to his shoulders, Sakata cuddled up on the bed and looked into the brunette's eyes.
The latter followed his example, his hand reaching up to play with the other male's red locks.
"Sakata..."
"Hmm?"
"... Thank you."
"Eh? For what?"
"For being here."
He knew that the male was indeed an affectionate person, albeit not showing it too often.
"You should sleep, aren't you a little drunk?"
Still, he was not used to handling such genuine affection, not knowing how to reply.
If he really did mean what he said, he thought.
"Maybe you're right.", the other smiled.
Suddenly the younger escaped a yawn which made the elder chuckle slightly.
"Should we sleep?"
"Is it okay if I stay the night?"
"Sakata, not to come off as rude, but you won't be able to go home like this."
"Eh? What do you mean?"
The elder sighed in amusement.
"Nothing. You'll see tomorrow."
The redhead shrugged, looking around the room.
"Hey... Who's gonna turn off the lights?"
Both seemed not to want to get up, though the brunette got up voluntarily,
"If I must-"
Picking up a big, long shirt from the closet along the way, putting it on and slowly making his way back to the bed, making sure not to fall.
"It's dark now, where is the bed exactly?"
"Here!"
"What do you mean, 'here'!? Are you stupid?"
"Ehh, but it's right here..."
"You're hopeless..."
Somehow maneuvering his way towards the bed, he lay down again, immediately closing his eyes due to the drowsyness that hit him.
As he was about to sleep, though, the younger suddenly spoke up.
"Urata-san?"
"Ngh... What is it...?"
His voice was low and husky - he was extremely sleepy at this point.
"Was it really alright what we did...?"
"Hah? You started it. You said you're fine with it. Are you regretting it now?"
"N-No! But..."
He shook his head, although Sakata was unable to see it.
It might have been that his slight intoxication and fatigue caused urata to do this, but he wrapped his arms around the other, head at chest level, and shuffled closer.
"You think too much."
He was mumbling into his shirt, finding the heat his body radiated rather soothing.
The blanket covered him so much, the younger could barely make out his hair in the darkness.
Sakata could only feel the shorter come closer when he felt that he was still too far away from him, and he felt giddy every time he felt the elder's arms adjust and tighten around his lower waist.
"Pfft... Sorry, haha! You can be really cute sometimes, did you know that, Ura-san?"
"Shut up and sleep..."
"Haha, alright."
The younger threw his arm around the brunette's torso and pulled him even closer.
Leaning down slightly, he placed a kiss on Urata's soft hair and smiled.
"Goodnight, Ura-san..."
Sakata felt Urata rub his head slightly against his chest, and his body tense.
Even after such a small act of affection, the brunette felt like crying.
"Night."
He was looking down the whole time, too anxious, as well as hyped, to look up in the other's direction.
The elder curled himself up slightly, throwing one leg over the two of the other, suddenly awake.
"Sakata?"
No response.
"Hmm..."
The elder decided to not try to wake him if he's asleep and just let it slide.
Because he's too awake now he thought that he could talk to the younger, talk like they always do, just-
... About other things this time.
He wanted to tell Sakata how he felt about him, although he was embarrassed to do so.
As the younger suddenly shifted and groaned, Urata couldn't help but chuckle.
"Sakata?"
"Ura-san...? Why are you awake...?"
The actual reason, he was almost afraid to tell, but receiving such affection, non-platonic one, made him unusually giddy.
Of course, he didn't know Sakata felt the same way about just that.
"I can't sleep-"
He could feel the other shuffle, and pull him closer, tiredly mumbling.
"But you should try..."
"... I didn't want to wake you, I'm sorry."
"You didn't! And now tell me what's bothering you."
"No."
"We're best friends! You can tell me everything, did you forget that...?"
"Ha... Yeah, best friends that just had sex."
"Urata... Are you regretting it?"
"I..."
He wasn't regretting it, no.
He wasn't regretting sleeping with Sakata.
He was regretting sleeping with his best friend.
He didn't want them to be just best friends anymore.
He wanted more than that.
"I see... Then I should probably leave. Don't worry, I'll forget everything that happened tonight. But please, sleep now."
The younger attempted to get up.
In a panic, Urata grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back which resulted in the younger now hovering over him, both catching their breaths.
"Urata..."
"Sakata..."
The redhead couldn't take it anymore.
His feelings were overflowing.
Slowly leaning in, he gently placed his lips on the elder's which immediately moved against his in perfect sync.
It was a slow, loving kiss, unlike the ones they had before.
Both males poured all their feelings and love for the other in this kiss, not wanting to let go, no matter what.
Reluctantly, the kiss was parted.
They were in the dark, yet they knew where to look.
Urata, fearing that the other would actually leave due to the misunderstanding, tried clearing it up.
"I don't regret it, really-"
"Then why didn't you answer?"
Urata took a deep breath, gathering up his courage.
"Why did you kiss me just now?"
"B-Because..."
"Exactly. You can't say it, right? Listen, I'm only gonna say this once. I... I don't regret sleeping with you because you're Sakata, but I regret it because you're my best friend."
"So you regret it afterall..."
"Shush. What I'm trying to say is- I don't want to be just your best friend anymore."
"What...? What do you mean...?"
"Are you that dense? I want to be more than your best friend, that's it. And if you say 'super best friend' or something like that right now I'll leave."
The younger chuckled slightly.
"This is your flat, Ura."
But then stopped, and took a breath, then bit his lip.
"But I understand. And I really, really want the same. I hope you believe me."
Before laying next to him again, resuming their previous position, though more hesitant.
"Don't be so shy now. Prove to me that you love me."
"I-I never said-"
"So you don't?"
"Of course I do!"
Urata was slightly taken aback by the sudden outburst of the younger but quickly put on a satisfied grin.
"i know."
He, out of hidden happiness, was eager to now wrap his arms around Sakata, who he knew returned his feelings.
The latter, surprised, suddenly was the one to tense up.
"How about you prove it to me then, Ura? What about you?"
"Hah? I started this conversation, didn't I?"
"So what? I want to hear it, too."
"Ugh..."
The elder hid his face in the younger's shirt, hiding his embarrassement and flushed cheeks.
"I love you...", he mumbled, his words getting muffled by the soft fabric.
"If I was mean like you I would have said 'I didn't hear that!', but I'm glad you said it."
With a warm smile, Sakata lifted Urata's head to give him a short peck on the lips.
Urata's cheeks were still burning, now more than ever.
"I can't with you, I really can't."
He sighed in defeat, embarrassment making him unable to think normally, his mind felt foggy.
Still, he did feel tempted after that kiss, and, which took aback the other, countered with one himself, quickly pulling back.
"Hope you're happy now."
After a moment of surprise the younger replied, smiling.
"Happier than I ever was."
Cuddling closer, the two of them soon fell asleep in each others arms.
…………………………
The next morning, Sakata woke up to a tight grip around his stomach.
"Ngh... Ura-san?"
When he tried to move, he was only followed by the elder shuffling closer again, groaning tiredly.
"What?"
His face was hidden as it was resting against the redhead's chest, and his legs, he had intertwined with his overnight, it seemed.
"You're so clingy in the morning.", the younger chuckled.
"Got a problem with that, hah?"
"No, no, it's fine.", the younger replied, stroking his brunette hair.
"I sure hope so."
The feeling of his hair being played with, the elder absolutely loved.
Though, admitting that was not an option for him.
His head throbbed slightly, and he groaned, burying his head further.
"Fucking hell, my head-"
To which Sakata, again, could only chuckle, and cradle his head.
"You're one to laugh..."
"Yes, yes. Did you sleep well?"
"I should be the one asking you that."
"Well, it does hurt..."
"I told you.", the shorter male sighed.
"It was worth it, though!"
He found his enthusiasm quite endearing, despite him feeling bad, he knew they both did not regret it.
"Just don't move, then."
The redhead was not going to argue with that suggestion, his eyes still burning even after getting quite the good amount of sleep.
"Would you really not mind?"
"It's Sunday, anyways."
"It's not like we would go out and do something on any other day, though."
"Did you have to say that?"
They continued to teasingly argue with each other, occasional, comforting silence hanging above them before they picked up talking again.
It continued like this the whole morning, and neither of them could complain.
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UraSaka lemon for the first time!
Yes, it's a collab with lillylelo-
By the way, it's my birthday today! 🥳
Yey whoo wow
... Yes
Hope you enjoyed!