hot wizard yaois in the requisite bad decisions beach episode

[ringwizard]

Haruto is drunk, and warm with it, sitting legs sprawled in the still-warm sand with his rapidly-sweating two-thirds empty beer can cradled in his hands. He's been humming some pop song half under his breath for the last few minute, his attention on the familiar-unfamiliar sky above and the closeness of Nitoh's body heat. (Haruto had shifted closer to get into the cooler and lost the will to move, after.)

Even in track shorts and a t-shirt, he's too hot, sweat sticking the fabric to his skin. He reaches up to tag at his shirt collar, flapping it back and forth. "I know why the dinosaurs went extinct--no air conditioning," he grumbles. Finally he sets the beer down in the sand, twisting it so it'll stay still, and hooks his fingers in the hem of his t-shirt to pull it up over his head. He tosses it behind himself, into the tent with the rest of his folded-up clothes.

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[ringbeast]

He blinks down at Haruto, unable to hold his gaze for more than a couple seconds, even with the hand on his cheek. But when Haruto looks down his eyes are fixed on his expression, and watching Haruto's face as he touches him... It gives him goosebumps.

And then Haruto looks up, catches his gaze, and that plus the relief of having his sensitive parts released from a prison of denim causes him to tremble all over. He puts his hands on Haruto's shoulders and tries to rub his cock against his hand. But there are firelights and a mumble of voices not too far, and with his cock straining through the zipper of his now-open pants, he feels exposed. It's a little exhilarating but also scary.

He's again a little wary to break the spell, but he squeezes Haruto's shoulder and meets his eyes. "Can we... in the tent...?" Looking at him, like this, half-naked and intent beneath him, the idea that this might be the last straw is almost devastating. His eyes are almost puppylike as he rakes his gaze up and down Haruto's body.

[ringwizard]

Haruto's eyebrows slant up as Nitoh leans closer, wondering what he has to say, with his cock heavy against Haruto's palm and his body trembling against Haruto's. Then Nitoh asks his question, and with the jolt of that reality check, it seems oppressive, how exposed they are. Like the sky is pushing down on them. He nods, shakily, not least because there is vulnerability in Nitoh's expression he doesn't want to confront, or think about, for as long as he can avoid it.

Slowly, he pulls his hand from the open fly of Nitoh's shorts. "No better time than the present," he says. (Translation: I want to be all over you again now, so move it.) He hasn't missed either the hear or the uneasiness in Nitoh's face, and he quails under both. "Come on, up," he says.

[ringbeast]

He nods, biting his lip and scrambling up and off. His hands linger over Haruto's body as he gets up, stroking his palm over the muscles over his ribs and the sides of his waist. He never spent a lot of time thinking about other dude's bodies being beautiful, or anything. Probably on purpose, really... But in the moonlight, he can't describe Haruto as anything less. Though he'd never say it aloud.

When he finally manages to break away, he lunges unsteadily into the tent, flopping onto his side with no grace whatsoever. He stretches his back, covering his face for a moment, before he moves his right hand down to his cock beneath his boxer briefs. The mere memory of Haruto's hand on it a moment ago is electrifying, and he puts his curved forefinger between his teeth as he waits, sucking gently on the knuckle.

[ringwizard]

There's a moment when Nitoh is scrambling to his feet where Haruto thinks he's something like art in motion, a thought that is ruthlessly squashed by things like embarrassment and reality. The fact that he arches up into Nitoh's lingering hands is not so easily denied, not that he really intends on denying. Not here.

He rolls onto his hip before he curls his knees up, and then he slides to his feet with half as much grace as he has sober. He follows Nitoh across the sand, and dips under the top of the tent's opening. Then he pauses, leaning halfway over Nitoh, watching him touch himself. Man, he feels creepy all of a sudden. Slowly, he lowers down to bury his hand in Nitoh's unruly lion's mane, and kisses him.

[ringbeast]

He almost forgot, while the pressure of Haruto's body wasn't on him, that this was even real, and not one of the admittedly relatively frequent wet dreams he'd had about Haruto. Together, it's even hotter, but he doesn't care about the heat. He grabs at Haruto's waist, digging his fingers in and steadying himself as he wiggles out of his pants.

When he's finished kicking them off, he kisses back with renewed energy, groaning and biting at Haruto's lower lip... Laughing deep in his throat, because this is so fun and he's still drunk and so in the moment that thoughts of what tomorrow might bring are far from his mind. He tugs at Haruto, then lets go and kisses him gently again, more sweetly.

He's far enough from consequences that he doesn't feel wrong resting his sweaty forehead against Haruto's and speaking against his lips. "You're so hot, Haruto... Damn. I-" he trails off, his fingers trailing down to Haruto's waist and tentatively reaching into his pants. "I wanna..." he doesn't say any more, just unhooks Haruto's pants and reaches in, demanding. He wraps his fingers around Haruto's shaft, wanting more of him.

[ringwizard]

Haruto likes the sudden push to the pressure of Nitoh's fingers, and he likes the difference in heat that Nitoh finally shucking his pants entirely brings better. He kisses back. Nitoh's good humor is infectious, and he laughs, honestly, as he lets Nitoh tug at him.

The sudden difference in the intensity of Nitoh's mouth on his brings him pause, and when Nitoh tilts their foreheads together, Haruto doesn't feel nervousness--just fondness, especially at the compliment. "You're not too bad your--" he cuts off, sharply, with a gasp, as Nitoh unceremoniously grabs his dick. "Fuck," he says, suddenly, and seems surprised by the way it had slipped from his mouth. His hips jerk his dick up into Nitoh's hand, and like this he's unable to smother a moan against much more than Nitoh's mouth. So he does, kissing him open-mouthed, and his fingers tremble along Nitoh's thigh for a lingering second before he gets them under the waistband of Nitoh's underwear and slides his fingers against the head of Nitoh's dick.

[ringbeast]

He realizes with a start that he can't think of another time he's heard Haruto laugh like that before. He's chuckled, yeah, but he doesn't laugh, really. The sound of it gives him an overwhelming feeling of joy and... yeah he's a hundred percent sure he wants to hear it again. If that's love... Well, it's not the time to think about it, he just enjoys the happiness swelling in his chest and kisses Haruto as hard as he can.

The noises he draws from Haruto with his stroking are almost as thrilling. He pushes down the front of Haruto's underwear and starts to stroke him in earnest. The thing he had wanted the most when fantasizing about Haruto or any of the other people he's fantasized about, was the reality of your actions arousing somebody. Actually getting them off. The fact that it's happening here and now is beyond awesome, in his opinion. Of course, then a hand is on him again and he moans encouragement into the kiss, though to be honest he's so hard and so hot and lost in this whole thing that he's not sure how long he'll last if Haruto actually starts to jerk him off.

nitoh has officially joined the moe lions brigade

[ringwizard]

It isn't as if Haruto has that much more experience than Nitoh--at least, he doesn't think so, and it isn't as if months of pining over his closest friend actually counts as a bolster to his record. The last time he got this close to anyone, he was at a drinking party at the very beginning of his time in the minor soccer leagues. That girl hadn't been anything like Nitoh, not least because he cared about Nitoh, and his desire to see Nitoh sated and satisfied is at least half the fault of his feelings about Nitoh.

He has to tilt away from kissing Nitoh in order to try and get his breath back as Nitoh pulls his dick free. A desperate moment of low breathing interrupted by short moans ends in him leaning his forehead to Nitoh's shoulder, riding out the sensation of Nitoh's fingers on his cock. Slowly, he begins to slide his fingers down the length of Nitoh's in response, investigating carefully. Nitoh's underwear is definitely limiting the range of his wrist, and he hooks his other hand in the waistband to pull on it.

[ringbeast]

He really likes that, the feeling of Haruto leaning on him and just inhabiting the way Nitoh is touching him. He wants... He wants so badly to make Haruto come, to do it now and maybe again tomorrow, and then a couple more times when they get home and it's not so HOT. "I been... I been wanting you for a while..." he murmurs into Haruto's ear.

And when Haruto pulls on his underwear and strokes his fingers down his cock, he breathes heavy himself, loses his words. He throws his head back, and his leg hooks over Haruto's, pulling him closer. "H-hey, careful I'm-" he stops with a raw gasp, unable to keep himself from trying to hump Haruto's hand. It's simultaneously too much and not enough, and he has to look away from Haruto's face just to get himself under control again. "I'm gettin' close..." he whines out.

[ringwizard]

Haruto nearly stops cold, at that confession. His hand comes to a stop, as he tries to breathe through that knowledge, and when it starts again, it's much slower, largely in deference to Nitoh's claim that he was nearing orgasm. He doesn't want this to be over yet. He slips his other hand over the curves of Nitoh's musculature, along the ladder of his ribs, to rest heavy across his collarbone. "How long," he asks, voice taut. How had he missed it? Nitoh was an open book. His own orgasm tightens his nerves, and he shifts, turning his head to kiss at Nitoh's throat.

He's intent on holding on until he knows. Stubbornness, maybe, or morbid curiosity.

[ringbeast]

Nitoh feels the urge to kiss Haruto's entire body, to taste him, and even to take the cock that now pulses into his hand. The thought had occurred to him before but it was never so tempting as it is right now. Even as he's caressed and teased, he wants to hear Haruto's voice cry out in orgasm.

But the question is pressing, and he slows the rolling motion of his hand as he thinks, as he feels lips on his neck. "I dunno..." he murmurs dreamily. "Prolly a while. I only figured it out when..." he doesn't want to think about that time, not here and now. But the silence hangs in the air, obvious. "Didn't want to push you right when you came back, y'know..." He nuzzles his nose into Haruto's hair shyly.

That subject is too hard, too much, why'd he bring it up right now? He speeds his hand on Haruto's cock to take both their minds away from it. "Want you to come... Wanna make you come..." he murmurs into his scalp.

[ringwizard]

As he'd suspected. A passing bitter feeling, as Nitoh attempts to distract him, and his body betrays him, working him toward orgasm with pleasure that rolls through his body. He pulls at Nitoh's chin to kiss him, and in the midst of it, his orgasm comes. He chokes a gasp that breaks into a drawn-out whimper, his body stiffening against Nitoh's. Cum shoots on his belly, sticky and warm.

His hand, still moving slowly over Nitoh's dick, falters momentarily, and as his orgasm begins to recede, it begins to move again, with firm purpose.

[ringbeast]

He feels Haruto seize up underneath him as they kiss, and then cum is spurting from the cock in Nitoh's hand. He knows what he likes and how hard that is for him to keep up when he's in the middle of orgasm... He keeps moving his hand, thumbs beneath the head and watches the expressions on Haruto's face shift and change. "Beautiful..." he whispers.

His body is taut with arousal, and he's getting closer again with Haruto's regained focus. He blinks slowly at Haruto, pupils wide with pleasure in the darkness. As Haruto's orgasm fades, he moves his hand over the cum that clings to him, and then he brings his fingers to his face to suck dozily on the cum on his hand. It's bitter and thick... Not the most pleasant flavor, but in this moment it just makes him hotter.

He swallows it with a smile, licking his lips and then biting onto Haruto's shoulder as he bucks into his hand. He groans and pants and rests his forehead on the shoulder and then he gives out, coming with a gentle cry that dips low and rumbles through his chest. He continues to come for a long time, eyes fluttering as he presses his lips to Haruto's neck and cheek. "I won..." he mumbles, smiling against Haruto's cheek, putting his hand over Haruto's on his cock.

[ringwizard]

In the throes of orgasm, he barely registers Nitoh whispering, and when he does he's too distracted by the sight of Nitoh sucking on his own fingers, on his cum, to be bashful. He simply focuses on the cock within the circle of his fingers, then the pain-pleasure of Nitoh's teeth sinking into his shoulder. He hisses, but the pain fades to a weak, barely noticeable throb as Nitoh orgasms.

It feels like an eternity, and like nothing, all at once. He snorts, and turns his head to brush his mouth over Nitoh's. "Yeah, yeah," he says, lazy, and twists his wrist to tangle their fingers together. He tilts his chin to kiss Nitoh again, slowly.

[ringbeast]

He's a little surprised that Haruto kisses him even though the flavor of cum is still heavy in his mouth. He is happy, dizzily and deliriously so. He grips Haruto's hand, poking around behind him for a towel or something with the other. He finds one, still wet with humidity and salt water, and he uses it to wipe them clean. For whatever reason, (probably his grandmother's ever presence and fastidiousness) even inches from sleep after orgasm, he always cleans up.

He tosses the towel and breaks the kiss, enjoying the sound that it makes. Then he kisses Haruto again, just because he can. He cuddles up to Haruto with the rest of his body, warm and sleepy. He breaks the kiss, feeling the need to say something, anything, to make the moment last just a bit longer. He only manages a very soft, pleased, "Good..."

[ringwizard]

Haruto hadn't gone in to kiss Nitoh with the intent on tasting himself on Nitoh's tongue, but it's not totally unwelcome. His attention instead is on the sweatiness of Nitoh's palm against his own. He grumbles a little against Nitoh's lower lip as the towel hits his more sensitive parts, but as quickly as it arrives, it's gone, and he instead lasers in on kissing Nitoh again, and on the slide of his body against Haruto's.

He snorts. "I'd hope so," he says, and kisses the corner of Nitoh's mouth. Slowly, he begins to fade toward sleep.

[ringbeast]

Nitoh is asleep almost immediately. His sleepy murmuring is softer than it has been... gentle. He nuzzles into Haruto's neck, cuddling his body into him despite the heat. His sleep has been undisturbed by nightmares since he's taken advantage of Riku's help, but now he breathes deep and easy and enjoys sweet dreams.

[ringwizard]

Haruto lingers awake for several minutes, adjusting to the feeling of another body against his own. Finally, he turns his face into Nitoh's hair and brushes a kiss at the crown, and then he shuts his eyes.