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“Holy shit, Mattsun. You’re insane.”
“Shhhh, shut the fuck up, Makki. I said no noise.”
“It’s not my fault, can you blame me?”
Hanamaki Takahiro groaned roughly and moved his hands deeper into the curly, black locks nestled at his crotch. He could already feel the lust rumbling deep within his chest, threatening to burst with each soft kitten lick that Matsukawa Issei delivered. His tongue was erotic and wet, coating his hardening cock in glossy saliva as he let out another moan.
“God,” Mattsun whispered. “Bite your hand at least, you whore.”
Hanamaki hissed as his boyfriend left incessant licks at his slit, coaxing out small bulbs of precum for him to lick up. He’d been curious, when Mattsun had texted him in the middle of class. It wasn’t that they weren’t unknown to slipping out of class to wag, wandering the grounds or hiding in the clubroom. However, when he had received the message asking to meet underneath the stairs leading from the first to second floor of their block, Hanamaki had to admit this is not what he imagined happening.
It was a way into their final period, and all teachers were hidden away in classrooms wrangling with restless students, so they hadn’t heard any wandering steps stray too close nearby. Their location was precarious, however. The staircases were solidly build iron frames, lining the wall and hollowing out underneath. They were also the only way to travel between floors, so all traffic was directed there. But, if you walked down the row of lockers on the wall parallel to where the pair was huddled, you would see them easily.
Hanamaki’s legs felt weak already when Mattsukawa took him in his mouth, swirling his tongue across each vein as he began to bob his head with hastening speed. They weren’t averse to fucking around at school, but usually it was a bathroom at lunch, or the clubroom showers after hours. It had never been during class and cramped underneath a staircase, which was a sliver away from being open to the entire hall. They were a misstep’s away from being caught, and the thought sent a trill to both of the boy’s dicks.
“Fuck,” Hanamaki moaned, blinking a lusty haze out of his eyes. “You take my dick so well, it’s like your mouth is moulded for me.”
Matsukawa smiled, pulling his lips tightly off the pulsing cock, “By now it probably is. Also, you seemed to drop the fear of getting caught pretty quickly.”
Hanamaki grinned, not hiding the smugness in his tone, “If someone saw us, they’d be lucky. It’s not every day that you get to see such a stunning man getting his dick sucked,”
Pulling away, feigning hurt, Matsukawa flicked his boyfriend’s dick, hearing him groan in pleasure and pain.
“Fuck you,” he smirked, taking the cock back into his mouth. He pushed further, taking more of his boyfriend inside, feeling drool spill and dribble down his chin. No one else would ever get to see Matsukawa Issei so vulnerable. He was the stoic, unreadable middle blocker of Seijoh, with eyebrows high and a sarcastic smirk plastered on, but never letting anyone see his true emotions. Only Hanamaki got to see this side of him, and that fact made him throb even harder. He could feel the soft and lush walls of Matsukawa’s warm mouth get tighter as the tip of his dick pressed against the entry of his throat. Feeling his boyfriend breath deeply in, he pushed his mouth further around the dick, tasting each bead of sweat and feeling each vein as it plunged into his throat. What Hanamaki lacked in girth, he more than made up for in length, and was always amazed each time his boyfriend deep throated his entire length. The pressure surrounding his dick was so tight that he felt like he could explode.
Pulling away, Matsukawa coughed, breaking the sticky string of saliva connecting his now plush, red lips to the swollen head of his boyfriend’s cock. With a lazy grin, he stood up, hands trailing the length of Hanamaki’s clothed torso. Through the thin dress shirt he could feel each dip and curve of slim muscle painting his slender frame. Latching his long and bony fingers onto the waistband of Hanamaki’s slacks, his grin shone.
“Take your pants off.”
“What the fuck,” Hanamaki whispered, clutching at his pants, eyes widening as he glanced around. “You’re not fucking me here, we’ll definitely get caught.”
“Why,” Matsukawa asked, raising an eyebrow. “Because you know that you’re way too loud and the whole school will hear you moaning like a dirty slut?”
Blazing red blush spread across Hanamaki’s cheeks as he stuttered, “N-no, but come on, we’d totally get caught. There’s a ninety-nine percent chance that we’ll get caught.”
“What about that one percent then, willing to take a chance on it?”
Shit. Hanamaki knew from the beginning that he’d never say no to his boyfriend. He knew that, while Matsukawa was a dumbass, he was just as much of a dumbass. That’s what made the pair work so well together. They goofed around, laughing through the most painful and awkward of moments together. Even when they were only friends, unaware of each other’s feelings, they had acted the same together, mirroring each other and complimenting the foolishness of the other. In fact, Hanamaki was unsure if any of the team even knew that they had been dating for a while now, so little had changed. They were both, simply put, dumbasses who supported each other’s dumbassery.
Sighing, Hanamaki loosened his grip on his uniform pants. Already unbuttoned, it was easy for Matsukawa to slide them and his boxers down to his thighs in one fluid movement. The air beneath the stairs was drafty, and sent shivers across Hanamaki’s bare ass, turning a soft shade of pink. He held onto the back of the wooden steps, nails digging in when he felt Matsukawa’s warm hands slide across his soft flesh, lightly tugging and smacking at his ass cheeks. He bit back a moan, leaning into his hands to muffle his growing arousal.
“Hurry up before we’re caught,” Hanamaki hissed, involuntarily kneading his ass back against his boyfriend’s broad hands, desperate for any friction.
“You only want me to hurry up so you’ll get stuffed with cock faster,” Matsukawa grinned, pushing his boyfriend’s ass apart, letting the cold air rush against his already twitching hole. Hanamaki whimpered, grimacing. He hated how pitiful he sounded when he had to quieten his moans. It made him feel like he had less control, less power to drive Matsukawa crazy with. To make up for his lack of vocalisation, he gyrated his hips slowly, pushing his boyfriend’s hand out of the way to gain direct access to his clothed crotch, which he ground against with no remorse. He could hear Matsukawa’s breathing turn heavy as he felt his dick quickly harden against his ass. It didn’t take much to get him hard. The depravity of fucking in their school hallway, in public, with his boyfriend grinding his ass so desperately against his cock made it almost impossible not to.
Pushing his boyfriend away with a stern hand, Matsukawa made quick work of taking his cock out from behind his school uniform. Hanamaki licked his lips. His boyfriend had always been bigger than him in stature, and below the belt was no different. His dick was nestled in thick, dark pubes that stuck out wirily from behind his zipper. Every few seconds it pulsed, and Hanamaki bit his lip, watching it grow thicker with every throb. His boyfriend was thick, and laced with pulsating veins that wrapped up to a pink and shiny head. He was more than used to the sight, yet each time it made his stomach spin, whether with butterflies, or with fear for the abuse it was about to take.
“Shit,” Matsukawa muttered. “Do you have lube?”
Hanamaki scoffed, “I’m still loose from last night. All we need is some spit and some elbow grease.”
Matsukawa teasingly grinned as he stuck two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting them with copious amounts of spit.
“It’s hotter when I do it,” Hanamaki teased back, smirking.
“Phfuck offph,” Matsukawa said, mouthing around his fingers still stuffed in his mouth. Face lined with a playful scowl, he removed the fingers from his mouth and kneaded his boyfriend’s ass cheek with the other. Feeling little resistance, he pushed two fingers into Hanamaki’s ass, relishing in the soft inhale he let out. Already scissoring his fingers, Matsukawa thought that they must’ve had more sex recently than he’d realised if he was already this loose. The thought was tantalising, knowing how much of a slut his boyfriend was for him, and only him. His ass almost sucked his fingers in, pushing them up to the knuckle as Matsukawa steadied his boyfriend’s circling hips with his spare hand.
“Hurry up,” Hanamaki whispered. “It’s already been ten minutes, someone is bound to use the stairs soon. I know my ass is so enticing you could play with it all day, but pick up the pace.”
Matsukawa flicked the back of his boyfriend’s head lightly, laughing at the over-the-shoulder glare that he received back. He knew that it wasn’t the greatest timing, but his heart swelled with pride anyway. God, he loved this man so much.
Hanamaki felt Matsukawa line his dick against his hole, pressing gently. Breathing in, he felt his own muscles relax as if it were second nature, allowing the cock to slide in snugly. It stung lightly, but the pain was dull, even more so when he looked up, staring through the steps of the staircase, seeing a large window overlooking the grounds of Aoba Johsai, filling him with a lewd arousal. Everything was so public, more so than he’d ever dared. Why this idea had entered Matsukawa’s head, he’d never understand, but Hanamaki was so glad that it did.
“It’s not too painful, right?” Matsukawa asked, stroking a hand down Hanamaki’s spine, causing him to curl into the affection.
“No,” Hanamaki barely managed to breathe out, lust flooding his thoughts. “Move, now.”
Matsukawa listened and, barely giving him a second to breathe, began to thrust in shallow and quick movements, barely pushing half of his dick inside the tight hole, which was aching for more. Hanamaki groaned, trying desperately to rut his hips against his boyfriend, only to be held in place by a large, calloused hand. He bit his lip, this was torture. The shallow thrusts were enough to get him keen, for his dick to leak sweetly onto the floor, but not near the sort of rough and reckless pounding that he was used to. He could feel his stomach almost swell in a frustrated, aroused agony.
Matsukawa angled his hips, rotating them with each thrust so he could touch every inch of Hanamaki’s hole. As much as he desperately wanted to bottom out and fuck the brains out of his boyfriend, watching the anguish on his face was so much more fun. Each thrust seemed to tense Hanamaki’s body more, filling it with more desire, as he tightened around Matsukawa’s cock, trying to swallow it deeper into his ass. Each burst of tightness made Matsukawa let out a low, hushed groan as he threw his head back, painfully trying to keep his voice and his thrusts low.
Suddenly, their mouths went dry, and their movements ceased. They could hear footsteps. The footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, growing louder with each passing second. Matsukawa’s hands dug tightly into Hanamaki’s waist, who hissed and slapped his hands away in pain. Neither could bring themselves to take a breath when they realised that the steps were walking down the stairs, heading towards them. Hanamaki felt a surreal tinge of relief and dejection when his boyfriend slowly started to pull himself out as the steps inched closer. Suddenly, a shadow passed overhead as the steps reached their crescendo, Hanamaki looking down quickly when he realised the source was a female student. He didn’t want to be a pervert and accidentally look up her skirt. The irony in that was not lost on him.
As the girl’s feet reached the step that Hanamaki dug his nails into, Matsukawa grinned slyly, leaping at his chance. Almost fully removed, with only his tip still nestled into the wetness of his boyfriend’s hole, he bucked his hips roughly and thrusted himself fully in, bottoming out in seconds. Hanamaki yelped. It was a genuine, high-pitched, yelp that forcefully leapt from his chest at the feeling of being so overwhelmingly full so abruptly. The girl’s feet stopped, lingering directly in front of Hanamaki’s wide eyes. Despite all of this, Matsukawa didn’t relent. He kept his thrusts direct and hard, snapping his hips up each time, basking in the muffled and desperate moan that were gracing his ears. Watching the girl’s feet, he brought a broad hand around and wrapped it across Hanamaki’s mouth, sliding the two fingers he had used to stretch him into the warm cavity, playing with his tongue. Hanamaki glared at him, shooting daggers with his beady eyes. The girl shuffled her feet, adjusted her skirt, and continued on her way down the hall, both breathing a sigh of relief when she walked the other way.
Matsukawa now yelped, feeling the sharp stab of Hanamaki’s teeth as he bit down on his fingers, retracting them swiftly.
“You’re an asshole,” Matsukawa pouted, cradling his fingers as he batted his eyelashes at his boyfriend, who continued to glare up.
“Yeah,” Hanamaki whispered. “Well, you’re a pervert and I would leave you right now to deal with your boner yourself, if I didn’t have a massive hard on, too.”
Matsukawa grinned, picking his pace back up as he worked himself into the tight hole, “it’s a good thing that I know just what’ll make you come, then.”
With fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises, Matsukawa ploughed into his boyfriend, feeling his soft ass slam into his hip bones aggressively. Hanamaki moaned, there was only so much lip biting he could do before he drew blood. He already felt the growing lust pooling deep within his stomach, but with the way that Matsukawa relentlessly thrusted into his body, like he was a rag doll with a hole made for fucking, was almost enough to pull him over the edge. His dick stretched him well, not enough that it hurt too much, but enough that he knew that practise would be a bitch this afternoon.
The pair forgot about the publicity of their situation when Matsukawa brushed against Hanamaki’s prostate, causing the dusty haired boy to shout in desperate want, angling his ass and slamming back against his boyfriend’s dick.
“Fuck,” he panted, hair beginning to stick to his forehead. “Please, Mattsun, p-please, Fuck! Ngh, there, fuck me there.”
Matsukawa grinned, running his hand down his boyfriend’s back to wrap around his short strands of hair, “Oh? You want to come that badly? You need my cock to come, don’t you?”
He slammed his hips forward hard, feeling his dick brush directly into Hanamaki’s prostate, who rewarded Matsukawa with a moan sent from the gods. It was heavenly, and throaty, and not held back whatsoever.
Hanamaki smirked, angling himself to let more of Matsukawa inside of him, “F-fuck you. You’re not any more dominant than I am.”
Clenching his muscles, he listened warmly as Matsukawa groaned loudly, hands trembling from the sheer force surrounding his dick. He thrust harder, panting through each wave of pleasure that pooled in his dick.
“Says the guy who’s drooling over my cock,” Matsukawa sneered, chuckling when Hanamaki hurriedly wiped the string of drool off his chin.
“Oh yeah,” he replied. “Well you’re the one who’s trembling over the feeling of my ass.”
The pair’s moans filled the small walkway under the stairs, echoing off the walls and feeding each other’s own lust. They were covered with sweat, drenching in puddles through their uniforms. Thank god that they would change out of them for volleyball practise.
Matsukawa was nearly doubled over, rutting into his boyfriend like a wild dog in heat, eyes rolling at the feeling of that tight and hot ass swallowing his entire cock raw. Hanamaki’s head was lolling against his arms, legs shaking as they desperately tried to hold him up with every pounding that his ass took. The building in his loins bubbled and grew dangerously hot, fuck, he was going to spill over.
“I-I’m gonna cum,” he managed to mumble between brash and lewd moans. His toes curled with each thrust into every sensitive area of his ass.
“Fuck,” Matsukawa whispered, eyes widening with wonder. “Untouched? Have you ever done that? Holy shit.”
“Shut up,” Hanamaki snapped, reaching an arm around to press against his boyfriend’s chest, shocked at the slick feeling of sweat pooling through his shirt. “Just let me come.”
Matsukawa grinned, keeping his thrusts pointed and sharp, feeling the rough heat of his boyfriend coating him. Leaning in, they met in a sloppy, heated kiss. It was harsh, in fact, it barely counted as a kiss, looking more like they were licking at each other’s open mouths, swallowing each breathy moan and grunt that escaped. Resting his head against his boyfriend’s, Hanamaki stuttered out a high moan. He’d never come untouched before. He was scared, but fuck, it was exciting. Each thrust of Matsukawa’s thick, swelling cock sent gallons of pleasure plummeting through him, blurring his mind and senses. All he could focus on was the feeling of being full and how much he desperately wanted to feel his boyfriend coat his insides with cum. Mouth hanging open and eyes in the back of his head, he began to come.
It rushed through his body like a torpedo, and landed in his gut like a nuclear bomb. His limbs felt like lightning as a wave of undiluted pleasure ran through him, climaxing in his dick, where he could vaguely feel himself shooting out his warm cum against the cold floor of their school. Stars shot through his mind as his whole body was set on fire, burning up but feeling so unbelievably good. Fuck. It was amazing. Through the force of his orgasm and the sounds of his own wailing, breathy cries, he barely registered Matsukawa groaning with doubled-down force. Feeling the tightness of his boyfriend’s ass riding its orgasm, he came hotly into it, smearing the cum deep within Hanamaki’s hole.
Both boys, panting hotly and sweatily, slumped to the ground, Matsukawa’s dick sliding out of the slick wetness of Hanamaki’s cum-filled ass as they collapsed. Eye’s closed tight as their senses filled with the salty aroma of sex, they gulped down breaths. Maybe it was the location, maybe it was because they were so close to being caught, or maybe it was something else entirely, but Hanamaki couldn’t deny that that was one of the best orgasms he’d ever had. He opened his eyes, face directly in front of Matsukawa’s. He studied it for a second, taking in his high-set bone structure, thick eyebrows, and long eyelashes. Hanamaki sighed, reaching up to take his boyfriend’s face into his own thin hands.
“Mattsun-“
“What a show, my oh my.”
Both boys stiffened, every hair standing on edge. Hanamaki watched as Matsukawa’s eyes widened in a look filled with anger, fear, and a subtle touch of amusement. He turned his head slowly, feeling like he was being lead to the gallows. He knew that this was a bad idea, and would bite him in the ass. Matsun’s ideas were always stupid, he was the better one at coming up with ideas. After they were expelled and ostracised by everyone that they knew for fucking under the staircase of their school, he was going to murder his boyfriend. The thoughts of homicidal rage flooding his mind ceased when he fully turned, now understanding Matsukawa’s bewildering expression.
The eyes that gleamed so brightly at him through the slats of the stairs were brown and warm, yet filled with an undying sense of bewildered joy as they stared back. The eyes were set on an attractive face, topped with wavy brown hair and a grin shining as bright as the sun. Oikawa Tōru looked far too pleased with himself. It made Hanamaki feel annoyed, and scared, but he also couldn’t help but feel a grin spread across his face.
“What pervy boys,” Oikawa chided. “Who would’ve guessed that the jokester duo were banging under stairways?”
“I bet you wish that it was you,” Hanamaki sneered, pulling his trousers up to remove his dick from Oikawa’s prying eyes.
“Sorry,” Oikawa smiled, batting his eyelashes at the boys. “But I deserve a more luscious location to make love in, not all of us are as grimy as you two.”
Matsukawa grinned, eyebrows rising as he dressed himself, “Yeah, you’re not as grimy, you’re worse.”
Oikawa huffed, and straightened his blazer as he stood up, strutting away, “I’m gonna make both of you work double as hard at practise this afternoon, and you’ll stay late for extra training if you cant keep up!”
Listening to the loud sounds of his footsteps walking away, it was a wonder that the pair didn’t hear him approach.
“Hey,” Matsukawa called out. Oikawa, almost doing a half pirouette, turned back. “How did you find us?”
Oikawa laughed, letting out an airy and musical sound that fluttered down the hallway in an echo, “How could I not? The whole school probably heard with how loud and wet you two sounded.”
The pair watched as their captain sauntered off, turning at a corner and disappearing out of sight. Risking it, Hanamaki glanced across at Matsukawa, who was already turning red from holding back his laughter. As their eyes connected, neither could hold it in anymore. They huffed out soft laughs, which grew into giggles, which grew into guffaws. Soon enough, both were clutching at their stomachs and slapping each other, trying to get the other to shut up. When their laughter trickled out, all that remained were the two boys sitting on the ground, wiping tears from their eyes as they laid against each other. Matsukawa’s hand travelled to cup Hanamaki’s neck, turning it to face him as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss against his boyfriend’s lips. Unlike before, it was soft and gentle. There was no lust involved, only more complex feelings that neither of them were very good at putting into words. So, they usually expressed themselves like this: by fucking each other stupid until all of their walls had crumbled down, then leaving brief, chaste moments of true tenderness to hold onto. Breaking the kiss, Matsukawa looked into Hanamaki’s eyes, examining the way that his pupils twitched and dilated.
“Hey, Makki,” he asked. “Before Oikawa interrupted us, what were you going to say?”
Hanamaki’s face scrunched up as he tried to think back to then, which already felt like a lifetime ago. His boyfriend could tell when he remembered by the flush that spread across his face, and the way his eyes darted to the ground. Hanamaki was good with sex. He could handle dirty talk and discussions about taboo topics. What he couldn’t handle, was emotions. He fidgeted with the hem of his now untucked shirt, twisting it between his fingers until Matsukawa couldn’t take it any longer. He took his boyfriend’s hands into his own, long bony fingers intertwining as they slotted together. Holding hands was never perfect for them, they both had large, rough hands with oversized fingers that were hard to grab onto and caress. However, feeling the rough circles that one would draw on the other’s skin felt nice. It was comforting. Like a hug, but less publicly embarrassing.
“Makki?” Matsukawa asked, leaning his face in ever so closer, like he was trying to approach a frightened deer.
“Sorry,” Hanamaki said, looking up from where their hands laced together. “I- it’s nothing really, it was pretty lame.”
“Makki,”
“I mean, we have better things to do than sit around and listen to my dumb feelings that suck,”
“Makki.”
“We should get cleaned up anyways, don’t want cum dripping out of me during practise,”
“Hanamaki Takahiro.”
He froze, looking into his boyfriend’s dark eyes. He never referred to him by his full name. He gulped, letting out a thick exhale before shakily raising his eyes to meet Matsukawa’s.
“I just,” he started, feeling his hand slick with sweat. “I just wanted you to know that I… I love you.”
There was silence between the pair. It felt as if time had stopped but was also passing by far too quickly for Hanamaki to feel comfortable. Panicking, he went to pull his hand away from Matsukawa’s only for him to tighten his grip, locking their fingers into place. His boyfriend’s dark eyes, usually so cold and indifferent towards others, were filled with a warm look that made him tingle all over. It was different to the tingling feelings of sex, it somehow felt more intimate.
“That’s pretty gay.”
Now Hanamaki slapped Matsukawa’s arm, hard. The taller boy pulled back in pain, laughing all the while as his boyfriend began to kick his legs out, continuing the attack. Throwing his arms up in defeat, Matsukawa couldn’t stop his giggling as he stuttered when he spoke.
“I-I love you too, dumbass. Of course I do.”
Pressing pause on his kicking attack, Hanamaki almost felt tears form in his eyes. He wouldn’t cry. That would be a bit too lame right now for his liking.
“But you can’t deny that it is gay,”
The kicking resumed, the air filling with laughter, a nice respite from the ghostly moaning that students swore they could hear during their last period, arguing over which section of the school was the most haunted. One girl, shuffling her feet as she spoke, could swear that she heard the low, eerie moaning directly at the stairs that connected the first and second floors.