B.L.T: Chapter 14

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After his second class ended, Masato Kitazawa tried to leave the lecture hall but was stopped at the entrance. He’d thought the weather had looked suspicious since morning, and sure enough, it had started to rain.

Just a light drizzle, but the distant scenery was hazy. A student coming from behind shot him an irritated glance as they sidestepped his still figure.

Snapping out of it, Kitazawa broke into a run through the rain. The trees in the distance looked beautiful, blurred like they were veiled. Maybe he was the only one who could still admire the view while getting drenched.

Ever since June began, it had been nothing but rain. He supposed that was just how the rainy season went, but still, day after day of it made going outside a chore. Weekends, whenever he had the time, he shut himself up indoors. Not in his own room, though…

That faintly sentimental mood vanished completely once the cafeteria came into sight and hunger struck hard.

He lined up at the meal ticket counter, torn until the last moment between curry and the heavier daily lunch, but ended up going with the daily.

Seeing no acquaintances, Kitazawa sat off to the side of the cafeteria, silently wrestling with the heaping tray.

“Kitazawa, huh,” a voice greeted him.

Sitting down across from him was Ashiya Minehiko, a fellow third-year.

“What’re you eating? The daily special?”

“Yeah.”

Ashiya clicked his tongue. “Looks good… should’ve gone with that instead of curry.” He set down his tray.

“By the way, you haven’t been showing up to club at all lately.”

“Have I?”

Kitazawa sipped the thin, water-like tea. He was technically in the Marine Sports Club, a haphazard circle where surfing, jet skiing, and yachting all got lumped together. He’d joined for the scuba diving, but since there were hardly any members for that, he only showed up at mixers now. He’d become a full-fledged ghost member.

“Still awkward about what happened with Shimonuma?” Ashiya asked.

“Huh?” Kitazawa blinked.

Shimonuma, who’d worked with him at the bookstore (the part-time job Kitazawa himself had introduced her to), had quit about two months earlier. Her feelings for him had been obvious, and when he’d turned her down with a blunt, “I already like someone else,” the very next day she’d asked to resign, citing “being too busy with schoolwork.” Omiya had accepted her request.

Kitazawa didn’t remember things being nearly as messy as “awkward.”

“At one point, there was a rumor going around. That you confessed to Shimonuma even though she already had a boyfriend, and she quit the job because she didn’t know how to deal with you.”

“What the hell is that supposed to be?”

The story hit him out of nowhere.

“A friend of hers, someone close, said they’d heard it straight from Shimonuma.”

Not wanting to admit she’d been turned down, and taking advantage of Kitazawa’s absence from the club, maybe Shimonuma had spun the story however she liked.

“She’s not even my type. Total nonsense.”

When Kitazawa brushed it off, Ashiya tilted his head. “Yeah? That so?”

“Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve actually had a proper chat with you since the welcome party. After that, the new freshmen kept asking me over and over, ‘Is Kitazawa-senpai not coming?’”

“Huh.”

He muttered it like it was someone else’s problem.

“There were some pretty cute girls, too. You should drop by the club sometime.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

Kitazawa shrugged.

“Romance is just a pain. Besides, I’m already seeing someone.”

“What?”

Ashiya reacted so big it made Kitazawa uneasy.

“You always had girls coming on to you, but you never made a girlfriend. Is it someone I’d know?”

“Why does it matter?”

Even pushed away, Ashiya kept digging.

“I always figured your standards were sky-high, so I’m really curious about who it is. It won’t kill you to give me a hint, right? Younger? Older?”

Kitazawa had no intention of admitting it was a man, but a little hint wouldn’t hurt.

“Older.”

“Older, huh,” Ashiya echoed, his voice tinged with curiosity.

“So, how much older?”

After a pause, Kitazawa answered honestly. “Thirty-four.”

Ashiya’s shock was far beyond his earlier reaction.

“Thirty-four? That’s practically over the hill!”

That one stung.

“What do you mean, over the hill?”

Kitazawa snapped back, and Ashiya scrambled to smooth things over with a quick laugh.

“Bad wording, sorry. But man, I didn’t think you were into that. Didn’t take you for someone with such… particular tastes. Still…”

Here Ashiya lowered his voice.

“At that age, doesn’t it feel… weird, you know, when you’re doing it?”

“There’s nothing weird about it! They’re—” Kitazawa stopped himself just in time, then covered it with bravado. “They’re really damn good at sex.”

Maybe not “really damn good,” but he exaggerated for effect.

“Yeah, I guess with that much experience, they’d know what they’re doing. Come to think of it, older might not be such a bad deal…”

Ashiya nodded deeply, looking convinced. The talk about relationships ended there, and soon another friend of his, someone Kitazawa didn’t know, slid into the seat beside him. Once the conversation turned into something he couldn’t follow, Kitazawa finished his lunch quickly and left the cafeteria first.

He wandered aimlessly around campus, then headed toward the next lecture hall. But even as the start time drew near, no one showed up. Checking his phone, he realized third period was canceled. Fourth was mandatory, and going back to the apartment would be pointless, so he killed time at the student union convenience store. There, he ran into Ashiya again, apparently they shared the same class.

Ashiya invited him along, and with nothing better to do, Kitazawa dropped by the clubroom for the first time in ages. Since it was during class hours, the only one inside was a younger student named Iida.

“Oh, Kitazawa-san. Rare to see you here.”

Iida was tall, handsome, sharp-featured, the complete opposite of Kitazawa’s short build and boyish looks. Rumor had it he made the most of his popularity by cycling through the club’s girls, which didn’t leave Kitazawa with a great impression.

“Yeah, well,” Kitazawa answered vaguely.

He picked a seat by the window, dropped into it, and propped up one knee. Fishing a bottle of tea from his backpack, he took a slow sip.

“Hey, Kitazawa. About what we were talking about earlier, don’t experienced women demand a lot from you?”

Ashiya, sitting beside him, asked it like he’d just remembered.

“What do you mean, a lot?”

“You know… technique, or whatever.”

Technique? There was no technique to think about, Omiya was always the one taking the lead, so Kitazawa had never really considered the technical side of things.

“Not really. They’ve never said anything like that.”

“What’re you guys talking about?”

Maybe the tone of the conversation drew him in, but Iida suddenly joined.

Annoying.

“Kitazawa’s girlfriend is way older, supposed to be super experienced.”

Ashiya blabbed without hesitation, even though Kitazawa would’ve preferred to let it drop.

Iida muttered, “Huh,” and stared straight at Kitazawa.

“Is she really that much older?”

“Thirty-four, apparently.”

Iida widened his eyes, then covered his mouth with his hand and let out a snicker.

“Kitazawa-san doesn’t really have that masculine vibe… you’re more cute, like an idol. So maybe for an older girlfriend, it feels more like having a pet.”

Ashiya laughed, but Kitazawa bristled at the insult. He shot Iida a sharp glare until the guy seemed to realize what he’d said. Iida mumbled an apology under his breath.

“But I guess older women are more composed in bed, too, huh? I had a rough time with my girlfriend the other day,” Ashiya said, his voice turning rueful as he slumped.

“When it came time to, you know, put it in, I messed up putting on the condom. Must’ve snagged it with my nail or something, and it tore a little. I figured, well, it’s not the tip, so it’s fine, but she got super pissed.”

He sighed.

“She was furious, like scary furious. I had to toss it, and then I realized I didn’t have another one. She stormed off home, and that was that. Total disaster.”

“Yeah, that’s rough,” Iida muttered, arms still crossed.

“But that kind of thing happens. It’s always when you only have one left that it rips. Back in high school, I wasn’t used to putting them on yet, and I caught some hair in it. Didn’t want to look lame fumbling around, so I just went ahead like that, but man, it hurt like hell. Killed it for me before I could even finish. Made me wonder what the point was.”

“Exactly!” Ashiya exclaimed, clenching his fists. “Getting the condom on is its own pressure, until you’re used to it. I’ve screwed it up more than once myself.”

Kitazawa listened silently. With Omiya, there had never been an issue. He wore one almost every time, and there was never any shortage. Kitazawa had never even had to think about it, just an unspoken fact, something taken care of without a word.

While he sat there feeling vaguely out of place, the two of them kept talking animatedly about condoms.

“When it goes wrong, girls get cold fast, right? The more heated things are, the worse it hits. Kitazawa-san, you’ve never had that happen?”

The sudden question from Iida made Kitazawa’s heart jump.

“N, no, not really.”

“You’ve been quiet this whole time,” Ashiya pressed. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had a single condom mishap?”

Cornered, Kitazawa faltered. He’d never used one himself, so how could he know what kind of mishaps there even were?

“…Guess not.”

“No way,” Ashiya groaned, pulling a face.

“Come on, every guy screws it up at least once. Don’t be embarrassed, we’re all men here. Be honest.”

Like hell I’m spilling my guts over this, Kitazawa thought, forcing a strained smile. “Seriously, it’s never happened.”

“You don’t need to hide it. Come on, fess up.”

Ashiya’s persistence only grew sharper, and Kitazawa found himself backed into a corner.

“Could it be…”

Iida muttered under his breath.

“Kitazawa-san, you haven’t really used condoms much, have you?”

The bull’s, eye hit him square, and his ears flushed hot. That reaction alone seemed to convince the other two.

“Didn’t know you were the type to go raw,” Ashiya said, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder. “Guess I’m kind of jealous, or… I don’t even know.”

If he denied it, they’d just press him harder about condoms. Better to let them think he was into it raw.

“Going bare’s fine, but seriously, watch out for STDs and kids, okay?” Ashiya warned, with surprising earnestness. Beside him, Iida muttered, “So Kitazawa-san’s actually kind of a risk-taker, huh.”

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By nightfall, the rain had cleared. With no shift that day, he’d spent the hours after class just lazing around his room until past ten, when he finally dragged himself up. It was a twenty-minute ride by bike to Omiya’s apartment. Looking up from the lot below, he saw no lights on in the man’s room. On weekdays, Omiya usually came home a little before eleven. Kitazawa realized he’d left too early.

He let himself in with the spare key. The damp, sticky air of the rainy season clung to the room, unbearable until he flicked on the air conditioner. He grabbed a PET bottle from the fridge without asking and sat on the bed to drink.

He turned on the TV, but the dramas and variety shows were all dull. He lay back, wishing Omiya would hurry home. Not that they had anything new to talk about, they’d just seen each other yesterday, and the day before that.

Like a cat sprawled lazily, Kitazawa suddenly recalled the conversation about condoms. Omiya was the first person he’d ever been with; he had no other experience. And since he was always the one “receiving,” not “doing the inserting,” he’d never once had reason to put one on himself.

They kissed, embraced, hands wandering everywhere. By the time Kitazawa’s body loosened enough that it didn’t hurt anymore, Omiya was already fully ready. His movements were so smooth, so natural, that it all just happened without awkwardness.

He smirked to himself, serves him right, the guy’s such a player.

Rolling onto his stomach, Kitazawa stretched for the little box on the headboard, flipped it open, and took out a condom.

He wanted to try it, just once. Slip it over an erection. It was pointless, sure, but if he didn’t even have that kind of experience, he’d be at a loss if the topic ever came up again.

The clock read 10:50. If it was just masturbation, it wouldn’t take ten minutes. If he started now, he’d finish before Omiya came home.

Kitazawa perched on the edge of the bed, unzipped his jeans, pushed down his boxers, and exposed himself. Ever since Omiya had moved here, Kitazawa had been over almost every day. Between all the time they spent together and the near-daily sex, he hadn’t bothered with masturbation in ages. Which made it feel strangely fresh now.

He stroked with shifting pressure, thumb pressing down on the tip. A prickling pleasure coiled in his lower body, his erection swelling hard…

So absorbed was he that he didn’t notice the rattle of a key in the lock until it was too late.

Panicked, he shoved his half-erection back into his jeans, too rushed to be careful. His zipper caught hair, and pain shot through him.

“—Ow!” he yelped.

The chain rattled loudly against the door.

“…Masato? You in there?” came the voice from outside.

“J—just a sec!”

At least the pain had killed the erection entirely, that was the one bit of luck. Straightening his clothes, Kitazawa forced a blank expression and unlatched the chain as though nothing had happened.

“Welcome back.”

Omiya slipped off his shoes, smiled faintly as he said, “I’m home,” and ruffled Kitazawa’s hair with his right hand. Kitazawa narrowed his eyes at the touch he liked so much, and was drawn into an embrace.

He tilted his face upward, he wanted a kiss. That was enough to get the message across, because Omiya leaned down and softly, gently pressed their lips together. The kiss deepened, melting him, and Kitazawa’s breath quickened as heat spread through his body. His knees threatened to give way; to keep himself from collapsing, he wrapped both arms around Omiya’s neck.

“What were you doing just now?” Omiya spoke against his cheek.

“There was a little delay before you came out.”

There was no way he could admit he’d been fumbling with a condom for the first time in his life, trying it on for practice. Too pathetic, he’d sooner bite his tongue. So he forced a change of subject.

“You’re home early today.”

“Had some free time during the day. Didn’t have to stay late.”

“I see.”

Nuzzling into the man’s chest, Kitazawa thought, I want to have sex. Omiya’s right hand slid over his backside through his clothes, then suddenly gripped hard. The sharp contrast made Kitazawa’s back jolt with a shiver.

Fingers tugged up his T-shirt and touched his bare skin directly. The dragging motion made him arch his back, turning his face to the side. Sometimes Omiya lost control. When that happened, he couldn’t stop himself, and it wasn’t the first or second time things had started right there in the entryway.

“Let’s do it over there.”

Kitazawa urged him on, glancing toward the bed, and froze. He’d left the condom he’d been planning to use sitting out in plain sight, completely forgotten.

He shoved Omiya away, rushed to the bed, and sat down as if that had been his intention all along, slipping the condom under his right hand. He let it drop quietly to the floor, pressing it under his foot.

He meant to kick it into the shadows under the bed, but Omiya’s bed had drawers underneath. There was no gap.

“You dropped something.”

Omiya had followed him into the room and muttered it while looking down at him.

“Eh? Did I?”

Even he thought his acting was terrible. Worse still, Omiya’s eyes weren’t moving from his right foot.

“Don’t just stand there. Why don’t you go take a shower?” Kitazawa tried to shoo him away.

“Then should I take one with you?” came the reply.

Panicked, he blurted, “No, I’m fine.”

“A, ah, suddenly I really feel like eating ice cream. Go… buy me some.”

Omiya didn’t answer. Instead, he bent down slowly as if setting his bag on the table, and in the next instant, grabbed Kitazawa’s ankle and lifted it high. The sudden movement toppled him backward, leaving him sprawled on the bed like an overturned turtle.

From beneath his foot, Omiya picked up the unopened condom and tilted his head curiously.

“Not really something you need to hide.”

Kitazawa snatched it from him and threw it into the trash. Without another word, he strode straight to the entryway and began putting on his shoes. A hand clamped around his arm, stopping him.

“Where are you going?”

“None of your business.”

“If it’s ice cream, I’ll go buy it for you.”

On most days, the way Omiya treated him like a kid didn’t bother him. But today, it grated on every nerve.

“Who the hell wants ice cream? I’m going home.”

The instant he said it, the grip on his arm tightened. Once both wrists were caught, he couldn’t even reach the doorknob. He flailed blindly, but Omiya pressed him back against the door, pinning him there with his body.

“You were waiting for me, weren’t you? Then why are you leaving?”

The whisper against his ear made him turn his face away in silence. Omiya forced him back to face him and pulled him into a crushing embrace. Kitazawa’s chest ached from the pressure.

“My back hurts,” he protested. The hold slackened, barely. His chin was lifted, his mouth taken. He hadn’t wanted it at all, but when Omiya’s tongue pushed against his, a shiver ran through him anyway.

Teeth scraped along the inside of his gums, the most sensitive spots, all those weak places targeted at once until Kitazawa’s footing grew unsteady. Worse still, a hand slipped into his jeans, groping his ass, toying with his crotch, after all that shameless handling, he was stripped bare from the waist down right there.

Half-hard, bottom half naked, there was no way he could bluff his way out now. Eyes stinging, on the verge of tears, he was scooped up and carried off to the bed. His shoe, caught on his toe until then, clattered to the floor by the kitchen.

He was pressed into the soft mattress and pinned beneath Omiya’s weight. Being stared at straight on made him uncomfortable; he turned his face aside.

“Are you mad?”

He gave no answer.

“Sorry. I don’t know why you’re angry, though.”

Even without knowing the reason, his boyfriend apologized. And the truth was, the reason for his sulking was childish. He knew that himself.

While he stayed silent, a cheek brushed against his own. Gentle fingers played through his hair, then lips found his again. Unable to apologize outright, Kitazawa gave a small answer with the tip of his tongue. Omiya’s body grew hotter against him, and Kitazawa realized with a shiver that his little gesture had excited him.

“Can I?”

Kitazawa’s lower half was already bare, his T-shirt shoved up to his neck, when Omiya, almost hesitant, asked for permission.

“…Do what you want.”

Something about that reply must have amused him, because Omiya laughed, tugged off the shirt tangled around his neck, and stripped himself while holding Kitazawa down, necktie loosened, shirt peeled away. He hadn’t showered; pressed so close, there was the faint tang of sweat. That raw, masculine scent made Kitazawa’s groin burn hotter.

Maybe it was because he was so aware of it, but he noticed when Omiya’s kiss shifted angle, and at the same moment, heard the sharp tear of foil. Rustling sounds came from below. Omiya, deft with one hand, was putting on a condom. It was Kitazawa’s first time seeing it happen, and yet the motion was fluid, unhesitant, quick.

The hot tip nudged lightly against his entrance. At the feeling of what was about to happen, Kitazawa panicked and drew back.

“What’s wrong?” Omiya stroked his cheek.

“Uh, um…”

“Still think it might hurt? Want me to prep you a little more?”

“N, no, it’s not that.”

His body had already been stretched and softened, and he was hard himself. He knew that once the first discomfort was past, being entered, thrust into, rocked, it felt good.

“I just… thought maybe I’d want to put one on too.”

The words came out in a small voice. Omiya tilted his head.

“Like… a condom?”

Unable to stand the silence, Kitazawa averted his gaze.

“Is it because you don’t want to mess the sheets?”

“That’s not it, it’s just…”

His mouth fumbled, words stumbling without becoming clear.

“Just thought I’d like to try it once, for practice.”

“Why?” Omiya pressed, wanting the reason.

Kitazawa bit at his lower lip.

“Because… I’ve never used one myself. I just… want to try it once.”

Omiya’s expression turned solemn, like he was working through some difficult calculation.

“Even if you practice, you won’t actually use it, will you?”

His voice was gentle, but the words pricked. It was true, Omiya was the one who used them, not him. He knew that, but still it stung, rattling some fragile piece of pride.

Kitazawa shoved at the man pinning him, trying to climb off the bed, but was caught and held back.

“Are you mad?”

“Let me go, damn it.”

He struggled to tear free of the restraining arms.

“Okay, I get it, just don’t thrash around here. If you want to try it that badly, then go ahead.”

A packet was taken from the box and placed in front of him on the bed. After wanting it so much, Kitazawa now found he suddenly didn’t care anymore. His interest died out, like a flame snuffed.

“Enough already!”

Kitazawa swatted the condom off the bed and curled up under the sheet, pulling it over his head. His arousal had already wilted during the exchange, and as for Omiya’s erection, he didn’t care. Let him deal with it himself.

When the sheet was tugged at, Kitazawa yanked it back stubbornly. He had no intention of showing his face.

Then, all at once, the sheet was ripped away from the foot of the bed. He jolted in surprise. He managed to protect his upper body, but his lower half was left exposed. In fact, hiding behind the sheet now worked against him, his hands were trapped, useless.

Still holding him in a sideways embrace, Omiya gripped his bare length, squeezing so hard it hurt.

“Don’t touch me, damn it!”

The protest was muffled inside the sheet. Soon fingers worked lower, slipping inside, thrusting in and out until the place tingled with numbness, then something hot and thick pressed against him. No permission asked, it pushed in. He braced, but resistance was useless now.

“Ah… ha… a, ah…”

The penetration was slow, steady, unstoppable. Once Omiya had filled him completely, he stilled, and peeled away the sheet covering Kitazawa’s upper body.

Curled tight, trembling, Kitazawa shivered with the sensation of being entered, his strength draining away. Omiya knew well how quickly he grew submissive once penetration began.

Usually, by now, the rhythm of thrusts would follow. But Omiya didn’t move. Instead, he hugged him close and, right before Kitazawa’s eyes, tore open a fresh condom wrapper.

“I’ll put it on for you. Watch.”

Even while buried inside him, Omiya took Kitazawa’s hard length, set the condom at the tip, and rolled it smoothly down to the base, like slipping on a sock, effortless and natural.

At last wearing the longed-for condom, his own erection looked oddly flat, foolish.

“How does it feel?”

It was uncool, tight, uncomfortable. He couldn’t stand it.

“Enough. Take it off.”

He reached for it, only to have his hand slapped away.

“Didn’t you want to try it like this?”

“I said enough! It looks stupid, it’s tight, I hate it.”

Pinned wrists, hips pressing in from behind, he shivered.

“Why did you suddenly want to know how to use one?”

The question came with deep thrusts, each driving a sweet gasp from his lips.

“Got some reason you think you’ll need that knowledge?”

The phrasing carried a strange weight.

“None of your business!”

The instant he snapped back, the pace grew rough. His hips were pounded, shaken like Omiya was angry.

“Ah, ahh—!”

The thrusts gouged into him. It didn’t truly hurt, yet tears welled from sheer physical intensity. His upper body jolted with every savage push. Rough though it was, his body couldn’t help but respond, arousal winding tighter, unbearable under the condom’s squeeze.

Omiya had touched him enough times to know he was on the brink, but the final stroke never came. When Kitazawa tried to finish himself, his hand was slapped away, dismissed.

By now, pride and stubbornness were gone. In a desperate, pleading voice, he begged: “Please… touch me… hold me tight…”

But Omiya refused, ignoring him, teasing, torturing, until Kitazawa shook with the strain of holding back. Then, at last, a hand reached out, only to clamp mercilessly around the base of his shaft, cutting off his release.

Driven hard, denied climax, the shock ripped through him down to his toes.

A strangled cry tore from his throat.

His body quivered uncontrollably, leaving behind nothing but the throbbing pull of climax and the invasive fullness inside him.

He felt like teeth biting into his shoulder, though it didn’t truly hurt. The sharper, overwhelming stimulation coursing through his body drowned out everything else.

Omiya suddenly clutched him tighter, hard enough to steal his breath, and at the same time released the grip that had been holding him back.

“Ah… haa… nn… haa…”

His mind, his vision, everything went white. Every hair on his body stood on end, like electricity had surged through him, and for some reason he didn’t understand, tears spilled from his eyes.

Even the slow, slippery withdrawal sent shivers racing down his spine. The emptiness that followed made him ache with sudden loneliness, and he reached out in a rush toward the man.

“Hey… hold me tight.”

Still caught in the haze of excitement, he was pulled upright. Straddling Omiya’s thighs where he sat cross-legged on the bed, Kitazawa clung to him, facing him. They kissed noisily, sloppily, shamelessly.

“My shoulder… kinda hurts,” he muttered.

Omiya’s expression softened with a flicker of guilt, his hand rubbing soothingly over Kitazawa’s back.

“Sorry. I might’ve left a mark.”

Kitazawa let out a small sigh and pressed his face against the damp warmth of that broad chest. Surrounded by Omiya’s scent, he felt safe. No matter how roughly he was treated, no matter how much he was teased or hurt, he couldn’t bring himself to hate him, only exasperation at most.

“It’s scary,” Omiya murmured suddenly, “like I can already see where I’ll end up.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you ever dumped me, I’d no doubt turn into a stalker.”

“That’d be your own fault.”

Omiya tilted his head at Kitazawa’s bluntness.

“You’d only have yourself to blame for doing things that make me hate you.”

His wry smile, strangely enough, left Kitazawa with a pang of sorrow. Then Omiya drew him closer, burying his face in his hair.

“Do you… have someone else you’re interested in?”

“Why would you even think that?”

“Because… maybe the reason you wanted to know how to use one, was because you wanted to try it with someone besides me?”

Kitazawa blinked. He hadn’t expected his curiosity about condoms to fuel that kind of imagination.

“There’s no one else.”

“But still—”

“It wasn’t like that. I just wanted to know how to use one. My friends were talking about it and I couldn’t follow the conversation. Come on, if I’m in a relationship and I’ve never once used a condom, even though I’m a guy, that’s weird, right?”

“Well… when you put it that way, I guess so…”

“I even bragged my partner’s good in bed,” he added.

Omiya laughed and tightened his arms around him.

“Oh? Am I good in bed?”

The way he said it was lewd, teasing, and Kitazawa bristled at the thought of gratifying him.

“I just said that to go along with it.”

“So what do you really think?”

At that, he ducked his head, words caught in his throat.

“How should I know? It’s not like I’ve compared.”

Lifting his face, Kitazawa blurted out: “Can I go compare somewhere else?”

Omiya frowned deeply, “So that’s where this is going?”, but pressed a kiss to his lips all the same. Even as they kissed, his hand found Kitazawa’s tip, still covered with the condom.

“Take it off,” Kitazawa urged, grinding against him.

“It feels awful. Too tight.”

But instead of removing it, those wicked fingers began to toy with him, rolling the latex along his sensitive skin.

“I said I hate it,” Kitazawa protested.

A wet, obscene sound filled the air.

“I mean it, it’s really tight, it feels disgusting.”

At last, the fingers left him. He was pushed back onto the bed, laid out on his back. When his legs were parted, he bristled at the position, but stayed compliant, convinced the condom would finally come off. A sharp gasp slipped out.

Even dulled through the condom, he could still tell. At the very least, there was no mistaking whether it was a blowjob or not.

Over the thin latex, Omiya used his tongue with meticulous care. He bit harder than usual, hard enough to sting, and licked. Being taken directly into his mouth was nothing new, but this was the first time Kitazawa had experienced this.

Just that difference alone was enough to make him feel it. His hips quivered, and the instant Omiya sucked more forcefully than ever, Kitazawa climaxed.

The condom was finally peeled off, but the relief lasted only a moment. Even as he wilted, Omiya swallowed him down bare this time, tongue working him as though licking a piece of candy until it melted away.

Then those lips, slick from having devoured him so thoroughly, pressed against his own. Kitazawa tried to pull away, repulsed, but was caught at once, toyed with by that hot, bitter, unrelenting tongue.

“…It tastes like rubber,” he muttered between ragged kisses.

Omiya only laughed and nuzzled his cheek.

“Don’t ever let anyone else do this to you.”

As if he’d ever let anyone, it was humiliating enough as it was. Kitazawa swatted his back, then with three times that force pulled him closer, clinging tightly.

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The phone rang at two in the morning. It was right there on the headboard within reach, but he couldn’t be bothered. When he ignored it, Omiya stirred awake.

“Your phone’s ringing.”

Grudgingly, Kitazawa reached for it.

“Hellooo, is this Challenger Kitazawa-kun?” a blurred voice slurred through background noise.

“…Ashiya, that you?”

“Tomorrow’s Todoriki-sensei’s report deadline, right? You working on it?”

“Even if I was, I’m not showing it to you. Who the hell calls at this hour anyway?”

“Don’t be so cold, man. I’m seriously stuck. Hey, by the way, where are you right now? I dropped by your place, but you weren’t there. Don’t tell me you’re having fun at your girlfriend’s house?”

The fact that he’d hit the mark pissed him off more than anything.

“Yeah, I’m having the best damn sex of my life and enjoying the afterglow. Don’t ruin it.”

A low whistle cut through the receiver.

“Thing is, I made a bet with Iida—”

“I’m hanging up.”

“Ten thousand says Kitazawa’s gonna be a daddy before graduation—”

He didn’t listen to the rest. He hung up with a sharp snap. The whole business about condoms, after all, had been Ashiya’s fault for bringing it up in the first place. Tossing the phone onto the floor, Kitazawa clung to his boyfriend, who only chuckled, “What are you so mad about?” He gave a snort in reply and buried himself against him.

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