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They were supposed to just be hanging out.
That’s what Akito told himself when Tsukasa invited him over. Just a casual evening, just the two of them, maybe watching something, maybe talking.
Except now Akito’s straddling Tsukasa’s lap on the couch, and his fingers are tangled in soft, golden hair, and they’ve been kissing for what feels like forever—but not nearly long enough. It felt good, and familiar.
The piercing wasn’t familiar though.
It was only a few days old. He probably shouldn’t even be doing this. But the way Tsukasa kisses him—like he’s irresistible—makes restraint feel like a joke. He can’t help it. Not when Tsukasa pulls him closer, not when their mouths meet again and again, tongues brushing just enough to make Akito whimper.
Every tiny movement makes shivers run down his spine. He swears his skin is burning. The cool metal of the piercing presses against Tsukasa’s tongue every time they kiss deeper, and Akito shudders at the contact.
It’s humiliating how sensitive he is.
Tsukasa pulls back slightly, lips flushed, breathing uneven. His hands are warm on Akito’s hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles into his skin.
“Your tongue…” he murmurs, breathless, voice dipping just enough to send a thrill through Akito’s chest. “You really are sensitive, aren’t you?”
Akito nods, blinking slowly, mouth slightly parted. He doesn’t trust his voice. Every time Tsukasa even barely touches his tongue, he’s reduced to a mess.
And of course, Tsukasa sees that.
He smirks. Not smug, nor cruel—but something playful and devastatingly fond. He leans in again, whispering against Akito’s lips,
“Can I keep kissing you like this?”
Akito’s hands tighten in his hair, and he nods again, faster this time, with a quiet, breathless, “Please.”
Tsukasa doesn’t make him wait. His mouth finds Akito’s again, this time slower, almost painfully so. His tongue brushes deliberately along Akito’s, light and slow and torturous.
Akito whines into him, hips jerking involuntarily where he’s seated on Tsukasa’s lap. He’s never felt anything like this. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
Every movement of Tsukasa’s tongue is soft but intense—purposeful. Like he’s learning the shape of Akito’s mouth all over again, memorizing how the metal tastes against his own tongue, how Akito moans when he presses just right.
And Akito can’t stop shaking.
He clutches at Tsukasa like a lifeline, nails digging into the back of his shirt, thighs trembling around him. His breath keeps hitching, high pitched little sounds slipping out without permission. Tsukasa is being so gentle, and that’s the worst part—because it’s driving him insane.
Their bodies are pressed tight together, and Akito’s grinding down without even realizing it, chasing friction, desperate and overwhelmed. Tsukasa’s hands are firm on his waist now, keeping him close but not forcing anything—just steadying him, grounding him.
“You’re so responsive,” Tsukasa whispers, pulling back just enough to speak. His voice is low and warm and dripping with affection. “I didn’t know kissing could make you this needy.”
Akito hides his face in the crook of Tsukasa’s neck, flushed all the way to his ears. “Shut up,” he mumbles, even though his hips are still moving, even though he’s trembling. “You’re the one doing it on purpose…”
“I am,” Tsukasa admits, laughing softly. He presses a kiss to Akito’s temple, voice dropping to a murmur. “You sound so pretty like this… how could I possibly stop?”
Akito whimpers again—whines, really—and Tsukasa kisses him again before he can respond. It’s even slower this time, deeper, less teasing, more indulgent. Their tongues meet, and Akito moans into it, loud and desperate, gripping Tsukasa even tighter.
And when Tsukasa tilts his head just right and sucks gently on his tongue—barely—Akito falls apart with a breathy, stuttering gasp, head tilting back, whole body arching.
He doesn’t even realize he’s coming until he’s already shaking, hips pressed tight to Tsukasa’s, breath hitched and stuttered against his lips. Everything’s too hot, too much, yet it was perfect.
Tsukasa catches him, holds him close, doesn’t pull away even as Akito trembles through it. One hand rubs slow circles along his spine while the other cradles his jaw, thumbs brushing over flushed skin.
“Hey,” Tsukasa murmurs, voice soft and steady now. “Breathe, okay? I’ve got you.”
Akito clings to him, face hidden, still panting. “Fuck… fuck, I didn’t mean to…”
“I know.” Tsukasa presses his lips to Akito’s hair. “You’re fine. You’re perfect. That was… incredible.”
Akito groans weakly, body still twitching with aftershocks. “I can’t believe I just—”
“Shhh,” Tsukasa hushes him gently, smiling. “I can. You were amazing, love. And your tongue is dangerous, Akito. Absolutely lethal.”
Akito hits him half heartedly on the shoulder, but doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t want to pull away. He feels warm, and safe, and… maybe a little embarrassed, but also a little proud.
Tsukasa kisses the top of his head again. “We’re doing that again when you’ve healed more. Properly.”
Akito groans. “You’re gonna kill me.”
Tsukasa just laughs, holding him close. “Worth it.”
——
It’s been a while since Akito got his tongue pierced, and it’s mostly healed now. Today, they were supposed to have a normal lunch break together, as they often do. But of course, with these two, nothing was ever normal…
Tsukasa was in an empty classroom, sunlight filtering in through the windows, and he was sitting on one of the chairs near the windows, with a bento in his lap, looking out at the scenery, waiting for his boyfriend to finally arrive and join him. He couldn’t help the smile that crept on his face at just the mere thought of his beloved junior.
And speaking of Akito, he was already on edge when he walked in. He knows that smirk. He knows that look.
“You’re late,” Tsukasa says smoothly, tilting his head with a little smile that’s way too innocent. “I was starting to think you were avoiding me.”
Akito shuts the door behind him and locks it. He doesn’t even pretend to play it cool. “You’ve been texting me nonstop about my piercing all day, what the hell do you think I was doing?”
Tsukasa sets his bento aside and stands slowly, like he already knows he’s won. “Thinking about me, I hope.”
Akito’s face flushes hot. “You’re insufferable.”
And yet—he walks right into his arms. His back hits the wall, and Tsukasa’s hands settle lightly on his waist, not pushing, just there, just warm.
“You’re not that sensitive anymore, right?” Tsukasa murmurs, lips brushing close, close, just not touching.
“Not that sensitive,” Akito replies, trying to sound confident, even if his voice wavered just a little.
Tsukasa leans in and kisses him. Slowly, carefully. He licks into Akito’s mouth like he’s tasting something rare, brushing tongues with purpose, just enough to feel the cool metal press against his own tongue. And Akito—Akito shudders, fists curling in Tsukasa’s shirt as his whole body tenses.
It’s not overwhelming this time, but it’s still a hell of a lot.
He gasps when Tsukasa pulls him closer, their hips grazing, his tongue being teased like Tsukasa wants to make a point of just how much he’s still in control. Akito’s knees buckle slightly, and he hates how quick he is to fall apart under Tsukasa’s mouth.
They’re still kissing when Tsukasa hums, seemingly pleased. “Still sensitive enough,” he breathes, dragging his lips down Akito’s jaw. Somewhere beyond the door, the distant chatter of students passing by filters through, but the room is theirs—for now.
Akito clutches at him, breath hitching. “Tsukasa, we’re in school—”
“I know.”A locker slams shut somewhere down the hall, and Akito tenses, but Tsukasa presses a kiss to his neck, just below his ear, completely unfazed. “But no one ever comes here, so..”
Akito’s heart is pounding. He feels like he’s going to explode—not from embarrassment, not from nerves, but from the need building just beneath his skin. His mouth is tingling, his body is burning, and Tsukasa knows exactly what he’s doing every time his tongue flicks against the piercing like he’s testing him.
He kisses Akito again, and again, deeper now. More intense. Akito whimpers into it, soft and shaky, gripping his shoulders like he needs to hold on or risk collapsing.
And then Tsukasa shifts his knee just slightly between Akito’s thighs.
Akito freezes, breath catching sharply. His eyes snap open, wide with panic.
“Don’t,” he hisses, voice urgent. “I swear—if you make me come at school I’m never talking to you again.”
Tsukasa laughs, actually laughs, the sound warm and delighted and way too smug. He backs off, slightly, but doesn’t stop kissing him.
“I wasn’t trying to make you come,” he says sweetly, licking into Akito’s mouth again like he’s tasting something addictive. “But if I wanted to…”
Akito glares at him, cheeks burning, lips red and swollen. “You’re evil.”
“You’re the one who randomly showed up with a tongue piercing one day. What did you expect me to do?”Tsukasa murmurs, nuzzling close, voice turning fond again.
Akito grits his teeth. “Not edge me in the middle of a classroom??”
But even as he says it, he’s pulling Tsukasa back in for another kiss—because he can’t help it. He doesn’t want to. It’s filthy and stupid and dangerous, and he’s hard and flushed and trembling slightly, but he’s so full of want he can’t stop.
They kiss until the bell rings.
Akito breaks away first, breathing hard, cheeks flushed. Tsukasa just smooths his hair and tucks a strand behind his ear, looking way too pleased with himself.
“You’re lucky I didn’t make you beg,” he says sweetly.
Akito gives him the deadliest glare he can manage, which is completely ruined by how wrecked he looks.
“I hate you.”
“You’re obsessed with me.”
Akito flips him off.
Tsukasa just laughs, and licks his lips.