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“Ah-! There!” The smaller boy writhed, words too honest in contrast to the typical lies he spun. Coming to terms with that fact made Saihara dizzy, head spinning as he pulled his hips back slowly. Tight, warm, too soft. Kokichi’s insides felt like wet velvet against him, tight and inviting. Kokichi would probably slap him if he said that though.
“You’re so pretty.” That’s all that truly came to mind, seeing Kokichi bite his lip and flutter his eyes closed was reward enough for the embarrassing feeling of even talking during this. It was easier to bare though, especially with his boyfriend’s legs around his waist. Tight, warm, too much- too much..!
“Inside. You can- it’s okay.” Kokichi’s voice was eerily soft, high-pitched and reminded Shuichi too much of those disgustingly acted porn videos. “Shuichi. Please.”
“I’m really close-“ Shuichi groans between breaths, feeling his arms grow so tired from holding himself up. Shuichi doesn’t even remember how he managed to convince Kokichi to get into a missionary position. However he managed it, it’s worth it. Silver braces snuggly fitting over a bruised bottom lip, hooded violet eyes that dung holes into Shuichi’s head. “You’re so gorgeous- Kokichi. You really are.”
“Please just shut up-“ The reaction only spurred him on more, confidence building the more Kokichi flustered over his compliments.
“I can’t help it- you’re so pretty. The prettiest ev-“ Shuichi cuts himself off, choosing to watch as Kokichi as one of his hands dug into his arm. The other was pumping himself, quickly slowing down as he released into his own palm.
Kokichi’s chest heaves, squirming in place as he breathes erratically and fast. Shuichi feels like he’s melting. Watching with the intent of fucking Kokichi senseless the second he recovers. Saihara knows he’s twitching and rolling his hips teasingly, taking enjoyment at the uncharacteristic whine that comes from Kokichi’s throat. Sure that the boy would never make a noise like that willingly.
“Jesus fucking Christ. Give me a second-!” Kokichi’s voice is demanding. Unfitting with the position he’s in. His back his curled inwards, his thighs are shaking. Shuichi notes that his hands are trembling as well, smearing bodily fluids into the already dirty sheets.
“I am.” A dumb response, really. Shuichi smiles at the small hint of flustered anger that burns in Kokichi’s eyes. It’s truly much easier to flirt and banter with Kokichi when he’s like this. Impaled on cock, whining and thrashing about each time Shuichi does as much as move. “You’re just sensitive.”
“Move.” Kokichi’s eyebrows are furrowed, and Shuichi finds himself happier with complying. Scanning over his boyfriend’s entire body as he does as he was told, tight and warm. Always. “God-“
The word rolls from Kokichi’s palette, light and needy. His thighs are squeezing Shuichi’s ribs painfully, the pain eases when Shuichi leans back. Keeping a firm hand on Kokichi’s hips as he sits on the heels of his feet.
“I love you. Your voice, your body, the way your eyes are looking at me, your-“ Shuichi earns a valid kick to the lower back, smiling sheepishly.
“I told you to move, your sloppy little romantic hip spasms aren’t doing much for me. And from the looks of it, it’s not for you either. So I’ll say it again-“ Kokichi’s face is bright red, he looks so frustrated. Grinding his much smaller hips down, almost pathetically. Shuichi bites his lip. “Move, Saihara.”
Shuichi complies with a groan, using both hands to push the back of Kokichi’s knees. The boy is practically folded in half. All Shuichi can do is peck Kokichi’s cheek before slamming his hips down desperately. Now eager for his own release.
Kokichi’s eyes are wide, whatever’s left of his nails are now scratching down Shuichi’s back. Shuichi is temporarily grateful for his boyfriend’s nail biting habit, knowing he would be bleeding if he didn’t bite them down so far. He’s so pretty. Shuichi can’t help the bubbling fondness in his chest as he stares directly down at the source of all his happiness. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open uncaringly as he moans out. Slips of Shuichi’s name, incoherent sentences, overall noises. All of which Shuichi burns into his mind, hoping to return to this memory later whenever the smaller isn’t present.
“I’m sorry- I’m sorry- Kokichi please-“ Shuichi shivers at the response of tight heat clenching down on him. “You’re so pretty, sweetheart. Absolutely gorgeous beneath me.”
Shuichi smiles as Kokichi turns his head away, cheeks flushed as he whines again. Louder than the last.
“Kokichi, baby please.” Even his own voice sounds desperate. Weirdly desperate as he snaps his hips down. “Please look at me.”
Kokichi must be a drug. That has to be the only explanation to Shuichi’s consistent confidence he develops whenever they’re like this. Rambling too easily when Kokichi feels like putty under his hands, moving however Shuichi wants. Big glassy violet eyes and wet lashes. All laid bare for Shuichi to take. Far too honest and real. A side that no one but Shuichi will ever see.
“My sweetheart...” Shuichi says close to Kokichi’s ear, reveling in the way Kokichi’s breath hitches. His body is so small. “You spoil me. Letting me see you like this.”
Kokichi’s figure is shaking, whether it’s from being manhandled into such an uncomfortable position or from Shuichi’s rambling, he’ll never know. Not that it matters. Shuichi’s able to move Kokichi fairly easily now, making sure to specifically work out his arms and back so he can pick-up Kokichi like he is now. Shoving the boy face first into the mattress, enjoying the squeak of surprise he gets in return. Shuichi grabs the boy’s hips, lifting them up slightly to slip back into.
“Y’know you can ask before flipping a guy onto his stomach!” Kokichi huffs out, trying to turn and catch Shuichi’s eye. “You’re being awfully cruel for someone who keeps babbling on about how amazing I am!”
“Can I not do both?” Shuichi’s mind feels like a puddle, liquid to be held in Kokichi’s small hands. “Besides.” Shuichi smiles softly, enjoying the soft tug Kokichi’s body gives when he pulls out the tiniest bit. “You like this position. You always get off faster like this.”
Kokichi’s face is so red now. The blunt statement was more than enough to get Kokichi silent and willing. Shuichi grins at the way Kokichi’s legs flex as he pushes his hips back, placing his hands on his lower back, fitting too perfectly together. Shuichi rubs a thumb over Kokichi’s back dimples, returning to the quicker pace he had earlier.
Kokichi’s hands claw at the sheets, being filled over and over again as Shuichi picks up the pace. Overwhelming heat pooling in his guts, making him feel sickly warm. Shuichi seems to notice however, looming over his body to place his hand over Kokichi’s cock. Stroking in time with the hips smacking lewdly against the back of his thighs.
“You’re so small.” Shuichi mumbles between Kokichi’s shoulder blades, stuck between being conscious enough to enjoy Kokichi’s reaction or letting himself get lost in the feeling of Kokichi’s body under his. “It really shows how short you are when you’re like this. I forget how small you really are.”
Kokichi’s face burns. Cheeks a light with each word as Shuichi pushes his hips to the hilt, pressing impossibly far into Kokichi.
“Shut up- shut up-!” Kokichi rubs his face into the pillow nearby, trying to rid himself of the questioning pleasantness of being told his boyfriend is just bigger than him. He shouldn’t enjoy that as much as he is.
“You say that but you’re getting off on me talking. I know you are.” Shuichi’s grin is evident in his voice, his body subconsciously moving into a quicker sloppier pace. “Your hips keep pushing back into me. You enjoy hearing me talk as much as I enjoy talking.”
No one would’ve guessed that it would be Shuichi Saihara, meek and quiet detective, to talk the most in bed. But the second they’re behind closed doors, Kokichi would be pressed against a wall, told dirty things as Shuichi grinds a leg between his. The memory of earlier causes a heat to spread across his cheeks and down his chest. Kokichi nearly cries from how overwhelmed he feels already.
“Shu- just finish already. I can’t stay like this much longer.” Shuichi hesitates for a second, hips coming to an almost complete stop before Shuichi’s pulling back to thrust his hips hard. The position causes Kokichi’s legs to slip out from under himself, going face first into a pillow that seems like a great idea to use to muffle the horrifically loud noises coming out of his mouth now.
“God, you’re so cute.” Shuichi doesn’t seem to care that Kokichi’s shaking and biting into his pillow of all things. Tearing into the silk case with sharp metal teeth, drooling slightly as Shuichi maintains the rough consistent smack of skin against skin. “I could do this all day. Watch you drool and whine and scream while I fuck you.”
Shuichi’s hands move to his hips, holding them bruisingly as he continues on. Kokichi weakly shuffles an arm down between his legs, stroking himself and shaking at the overstimulated feeling of cumming a second time that night. His body feels like jelly, legs shaking as Shuichi continues, most likely unaware of the state of his partner. Snapping his hips forward, causing the back of Kokichi’s thighs and ass to redden, pushing and pulling far too quickly that it can’t be anything short of overwhelming.
Kokichi sobs, tears welling up in his eyes as Shuichi brutally pulls their hips together, cumming inside Kokichi. He eventually slows into rhythmic pumps, slumping forward as all tense muscles loosen. Kokichi blinks as tears fall down his cheeks, briefly aware of the pillow stuck between his lips as he gasps out.
The sound of their breaths blend together, short and thick. The air hangs heavy, Kokichi’s vaguely aware of the pain now under his skin. Most likely bruises that he knows will have Shuichi choking on a drink if he sees them. Kokichi feels fuzzy all over, each limb feeling like sparks of embers are being lit inside.
“Are you okay, baby?” Of course. Why else wouldn’t he? Kokichi nods dumbly, ignoring the feeling of sticky spit against his face as he lays his head into the pillow. Choosing to also ignore the sexiness of Shuichi’s rough voice so close to his ear. A warm hand rubs up the spine of his back and Kokichi hums out happily. “Do you want a shower or just wet-washcloth it?”
“Shower.” Shuichi’s eyes widen at the wobbly voice, immediately pulling out fully to inspect the boy. Small tear trails down pale skin, flushed and covered in drool. “I’m okay.”
“What do you mean you’re okay-?! You’re crying!” Shuichi fusses immediately, pulling Kokichi up to sit against the headboard, head lolling to the side sleepily.
“I’m okay.” Kokichi insists, smiling softly at how worried Shuichi looks. Nervously look between his legs to be sure that there’s no physical signs of displeasure and pain.
“Why are you crying then? Did I say something wrong?” Shuichi’s voice breaks easily, anxious tears running down his face quickly. Shuichi’s throat feels like it’s closing up, the idea of making someone cry just to enjoy something as stupid as sex leaves a sick twist in his stomach.
“Stop that. I just enjoyed myself.” Kokichi pulls Shuichi’s head to his chest, combing through the boy’s hair as Shuichi’s leg bounces against the bed.
“You aren’t answering me- why are you crying?” Shuichi’s mind races with all different answers, none of which Kokichi responds with.
“I just got really worked up I guess. I don’t know. It felt really really good.” An honest response, paired with a nonchalant shoulder shrug. Shuichi eases immediately, nerves still alight from anxiety.
“You’re sure..?”
“Shuichi Saihara. I literally bit into your pillow like a bitch. I’m sure.” A laugh bubbles past Shuichi’s lips, falling back into the easy comfort that is Kokichi Ouma. Not ‘Supreme Leader’ Kokichi Ouma, but Kokichi Ouma. His Kokichi. ‘Koko’ and sometimes even ‘Kichi’. The Kokichi that would joke after being railed into his mattress.
“I’m sorry.” Shuichi mumbles, leaning back and smiling at the boy. Grinning at the sight of Kokichi under him again. Purple hair and wide eyes, a slight smile in his lips and red cheeks.
“For what? Fucking me so good I cried?” Kokichi smiles, silver braces glinting under the small light provided by Shuichi’s desk lamp nearby.
“I guess- yeah.” Shuichi smiles with a tilt of the head.
“Then I forgive you. Easily. Because that was the best I’ve felt in a while.” Kokichi’s eyes close, stealing a kiss from Shuichi’s lips. Making the taller buzz with happiness, soft plush chapped lips work against his own. Disappointed when they pull away. “Can we shower now?”
Shuichi nods, happy to scoop his boyfriend up bridal style and carry him to the dorm bathroom, provided by the school. Kokichi’s figure fits easily inside the tub, knees hugged to his chest as Shuichi leans over to plug the bottom up. The water gushes out quickly and loudly, Shuichi double checks the temperature, knowing Kokichi likes it warmer than he does.
“I’m gonna grab us pajamas, is that alright?” Shuichi asks, tucking unruly hair behind Kokichi’s ear.
“As long as you come back.” Shuichi nods, knowing his boyfriend is still nervous from the less than awkward aftermath. Dating Kokichi for nearly a year helps him understand better, picking up on every choice of words and mannerism that gives away his true feelings.
Shuichi rummages through his drawers, pulling out a pair of Kokichi’s red and yellow boxers that he washed recently and a baggy hoodie of his. He sets that pair of pajamas to the side, grabbing a black t-shirt, star patterned sweats, and gray plaid boxers for himself. Walking briskly back into the bathroom and smiling at the sight of Kokichi laying comfortably in the nearly filled tub.
“What’d you grab me?” Kokichi asks, peering one eye open. Shuichi knows the boy can’t see shit from that angle, being more performative than anything. The fact makes him smile.
“Boxers and my hoodie. That’s practically yours with how often you use it.” Shuichi teases, setting down both folded pairs onto the toilet seat.
“Not my fault your clothes smell nice.” Kokichi shrugs, sitting up to let Shuichi sit behind him. The water burns Shuichi’s skin lightly, too hot for his liking, but bearable.
“Do they?” Shuichi asks, not really expecting an honest answer or truly an answer at all. Not that it matters. The conversation blurs into the background anyways. The only truly important thing is Kokichi’s tummy against his forearms and hair tickling his face as he wraps his arms around the boy.
“I guess. It’s alright.” Kokichi muses playfully, leaning back into Shuichi.
There’s a few beats of silence, the only sound being the gushing water and sound of the dormitory creaking as all buildings typically do with time. Shuichi enjoys moments like this, where there’s no sound or social pressure to fill silence. Only his boyfriend. Warm and soft Kokichi Ouma beside him.
“I have a question.” Shuichi nods, breathing in the smell of sex and sweat. Enjoying his final few seconds before needing to refocus again. Come back into reality.
“Yeah?” Shuichi asks, placing his chin over Kokichi’s shoulder.
“Do you really mean all the stuff you say in bed?” Kokichi’s voice is soft, the situation in Shuichi’s hands is fragile. One wrong move and Kokichi would fall flat. Pull away and most likely leave. It’s not that Shuichi needs to walk on eggshells just to speak to him. Never. It’s just that he knows Kokichi, and knows how much weight a simple question like this means.
“Of course I do. Do you?” Shuichi rubs a flat palm over Kokichi’s sides, smiling when he visibly relaxes.
“Only the good things.” Kokichi grins, pulling away to turn and look at Shuichi head on. Sitting between the detectives legs.
“Then why wouldn’t I?”
“Maybe to please me. To make me feel better about myself.” Shuichi must have pulled a face without realizing, cause Kokichi begins to giggle and cover his mouth cutely. “Jesus-! Never mind! You clearly do NOT do it to people please.”
“It’s not that-“ Shuichi thinks, making sure to choose his words more wisely if he wishes to keep Kokichi smiling like he is. “I just don’t understand how you couldn’t take what I’m saying as plain facts.”
Shuichi’s heart stutters as Kokichi’s mouth opens and closes, cheeks blushing as he looks into Shuichi’s eyes.
“What-“
“I’m just stating the obvious- you have to know how pretty you are. That’s how you get away with like.. 90% of the shit you pull.”
“Cute? Sure. Adorablele? Maybe. Handsome? Could be a joke. But pretty-? No way.”
“You’re also sexy-“ Shuichi swallows down the excess spit that pools in his mouth nervously, watching as Kokichi’s pupils dilate.
“You have a weird fucking taste, Shuichi.” Kokichi frowns, leaning forward. A challenge. Shuichi notices how insistent he’s being. He knows Shuichi’s telling the truth, but isn’t sure if he truly means it.
“No I don’t. I have excellent taste and a wonderful boyfriend who excels all my standards.” Kokichi’s mouth pulls to the side, struggling with what to say. Shuichi knows he is.
“Whatever. My boyfriend’s wayyyy better anyways.” Kokichi turns away with a smile.
“Ah, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” Shuichi smiles, playfully tugging Kokichi to his chest. Grinning when the boy flails to catch himself. “Mine’s pretty great.”
Isn’t it worth the small bit of embarrassment if he reacts like that? Flushed cheeks and platter sized eyes. Kokichi just stares. Shuichi melts as they lock eyes, not minding how intense the boy is staring because god. His hair is in his eyes, his breath is against my cheek. I could count each strand of inky purple hair and the stars are burned into his cheeks. I love this boy so much.
“Stop looking at me like that.” Kokichi shoves Shuichi’s face with his hand, blushing wildly as he sits up. “I hate when you do that. Look at me so lovingly.”
“You don’t mind.” Shuichi smiles, cupping Kokichi’s wrist as the boy’s hands falls to his chest. “I know you like when I admire you.”
What a pretty boy..