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“Shou-chan,” Akira sang his name, putting his hand over Shoutarou’s eyes. His lips pressed to the back of Shoutarou’s ear, the popping sound of the kiss ringing through the cartilage. “Present.”
Shoutarou turned, the hand lifting off as he did, and was greeted with Akira’s smiling face. His snaggletooth pulled on his lip, pulling it between the rest of his teeth as he held out the crumpled mess of paper. The tape was stuck on at weird angles, half folded over and sticking to itself in places. He’d probably wrapped it in a hurry, trying to get it done before he got in from work. Shoutarou took it, giving it a light squeeze as the paper pushed into something soft, a small ripping sound coming from beside his thumb.
“I didn’t get you anything?”
“I saw it and thought you’d like it.”
Shoutarou picked at the tape, peeling it away and gently unfolding the paper. It probably wouldn’t be any good to reuse for anyone else, but it would probably be fine if they kept it between them. Shoutarou pulled the present from its wrapping, gently placing it on the table before looking at what was actually in his hand.
“A new jumper?”
“A new outfit! I picked it all out myself.”
Ah, so Honey didn’t help, huh.
The jumper was heavy cable knit and grey; the collar much looser than any of the ones he already owned. It was probably about Kozuka's size rather than his own — big but not too big. The material felt nice at least.
Which meant he spent a considerable amount of his pay cheque on it.
They had the money set aside for the bills this month at least.
Underneath the jumper was a pair of underwear. The legs were slightly shorter than his usual pairs. They looked slightly tighter, but that wasn't hard — most his underwear had got worn out over time and with… with Kozuka assisting in stretching them out. He'd been planning on getting some new pairs for a few months, but it just kept not happening.
"Thank you," Shoutarou said, smiling that he'd thought of something he'd actually wanted among the luxury shopping.
There was a pair of socks as well, a nice white to match the underwear and far from the worn colour of the rest of his socks. He'd got used to just making do with his socks, but it would be nice having a new fresh pair.
The pair of shoes that came with them were obviously not as high-end as the jumper. The auburn fabric was soft, but likely would keep him from wanting to have them as outdoor shoes. They looked like they'd be a good fit. They'd be handy through the winter for walking around the house, even if the soles were a little heavy for indoor use.
"So? Are you going to try it on?"
"Huh?"
"I want to see how it looks on you! See if I did a good job."
Shoutarou gathered the outfit up, carrying it to the other room and closing the door behind him. He could hear a pathetic whine through the crack.
"Not where the neighbours can see."
"Shou-chaaaaan," the pathetic cry came, but Akira didn't open the door. An amazing feat of restraint that Shoutarou would most likely have to reward him for to reinforce in future.
He stripped of his clothes from the day, dropping them into the laundry. He had no intentions of going anywhere else today — he only had the one shift, which was probably what gave Akira the idea to celebrate — and he could change into something more comfortable once they were done.
When lifted the jumper to give it another look, a shirt fell out the bottom. It was a bright orange, with long sleeves.
Well, it would be hidden by the jumper, so it wouldn't stand out too much.
He put it to the side while he slid the underwear on. As expected, it was a little shorter than he was used to and clung a fair bit more. It wasn't uncomfortable — secure would probably be the most appropriate word. They would take a little getting used to and felt a bit mismatched with how warm the top layers were. Of course, it hadn't been Akira's brain doing the deciding at that point.
At least it was still practical.
The socks rolled on nicely. They were comfortable, without any loose threads or awkwardly placed seams. A reasonable length, though they'd be hidden by his trousers anyway.
The orange undershirt was a little clingy, but it was still a decent enough weight and didn't feel too restrictive. The end of it sat comfortably on his hip, just covering the waistband of the underwear. It would probably be fine to wear during the colder months when he had his jumper to stop it drawing too much attention to him. He already had Akira to do that.
…
"Akira?"
"Yeah?"
"Did… you give me everything?"
"Yeah!"
Kozuka…
Shoutarou grabbed the nearest pair of trousers he could find, quickly pulling them on before slipping into the shoes and going back to the living room.
Kozuka's big goofy grin dropped the second he saw him.
"You forgot something."
"Shou-chan…"
"It's fine. I have plenty after all. It goes really nicely with this pair. Thank you, Akkun."
He pulled on the cuffs of his sleeves, pulling them over his hands.
"It's so nice and warm; I'll be sure to wear it lots."
Kozuka may as well have tucked his tail away in response. He was pouting enough that his lip had caught on his snaggletooth and his eyes were starting to grow wet, though Shoutarou knew he would hold back any tears that might actually give him away.
Shoutarou tucked his legs under him as he sat at his side, leaning in slightly.
"Were you expecting me to come out without trousers on?"
Kozuka's face grew red as he leaned away, avoiding eye contact.
"What did you imagine?"
"You were meant to come out without them on and call me a pervert…"
"You are a pervert."
"…It was inspiration for my manu- WAIT!"
Shoutarou grabbed the manuscript off the table. Kozuka had stopped on the all important penetration scene, but a flick through the rest showed that the set up had been the couple showering together.
"…It was for the next chapter."
"Kozuka."
"They were going to leave the bathroom and she'd go 'oh no, my trousers are gone' and-"
"She was wearing a dress."
"She was going to change into trousers but they'll have disappeared."
Shoutarou could only sigh as he put the manuscript back.
"Sorry," Kozuka murmured. "I thought you'd look cute."
"It is nice."
"Is it big enough to cover your cock?"
"Kozuka."
"I wanna see."
Shoutarou grabbed the end of the jumper, pulling it down.
"Shou-chan!"
"Kozuka."
Still, Kozuka smiled.
"So, it does, right?"
"I'm going to get changed back."
Before he could, Kozuka hooked a finger in the belt loops of his trousers, holding him back.
"We should be sure."
He should have expected an Icarus to be someone who could shift gears the second a plan failed. Then again, Kozuka was Kozuka and the Icarus in the TV show wasn't a master strategist. The fictional Icarus never considered an enemy could foresee his plan and would have to regroup before shifting into the final act of the episode. He didn't even have to be quick thinking like the Icaruses in real life because he'd always get away or find a way out after being captured.
Kozuka, on the other hand, was quick, even if it meant his plans were half-baked at best.
He slid himself over, gently steering Shoutarou to turn in his direction. He pulled the jumper out the way and stared at the button in front of him with a grin. His fingers hooked around it, gently sliding it free of the button hole.
An elbow collided with his skull, making him fall forward into his desire, which remained solid despite the force.
"Kozuka."
"Shou-chan," Kozuka replied, his tone no longer the pleading puppy he'd been playing. "You're hard."
Shoutarou pulled the collar over his mouth and nose. Akira grinned up at him, his bottom lip still pressed against the crotch of Shoutarou's trousers.
Shoutarou hid the rest of his face too.
Akira pressed a kiss to the fabric and bit the corner of his jeans, yanking the button loose from the last side that was still caught. His snaggletooth caught in the zip, pulling it down steadily until the pressure was released from his cock. Akira slid back, admiring his own dexterity as Shoutarou held the jumper out his way in his absence.
"I want to see how they look on you." He leaned back on the balls of his palms.
Sometimes, he made it really hard to not kiss that stupid grin off his face.
Shoutarou stepped out the trousers, gently folding them and setting them aside — careful to squat rather than bend as he did. He stood back up, turning back to Akira as the cool air of the house brushed his legs, naturally making him press them together to try and retain some warmth.
Akira bit his lip, his own cock starting to strain.
"I can't really see from over there," Akira lied. His voice always sounded so shaky when he lied, even when it was playing like this. "Can you come closer?"
He held back the urge to pull it down completely, letting it ride on his hips, but his fingers teased the fibres as he walked over to stand in front of Akira.
"Ah, I can't really see from here."
Shoutarou sighed again, lifting the jumper enough to show the waistband of the underwear. Akira let out a puff of air, mouth starting to shake with the force of him biting his lip.
"My- my eyes aren't that good. You'll have to get closer." His voice still shook at the start, but quickly mellowed out into his familiar attempt at a seductive tone.
Shoutarou took a few steps forward, a foot on either side of each of Akira's knees.
"Better?"
"I may need an optician. All that time as Icarus really did a number on me."
He took another few steps, his crotch near enough pressed to Akira's face now. His breath permeated the fabric, tickling his cock and he could feel himself twitching in response. It would be best if Akira didn't notice, but there was no way he wouldn't at this distance.
Sure enough, two hands wrapped round to grab each of his cheeks and a kiss was planted on his cock.
"They might not be good in the winter. I can feel you through them," Shoutarou mumbled, fingers starting to tangle as he kept holding the jumper up.
"Who cares. They're sexy."
If he'd had to think of what Akira would find sexy, he'd have expected something lace or barely there. They'd gone to some lingerie shops for "manga research" and Akira had practically drooled over some lace pants and bra set that had the sales girl lock on him, ready to make an easy sale. Shoutarou had only just dragged him away as she'd started asking about his girlfriend, not ready for the embarrassing things that would come out Akira's mouth the second he had a chance.
"You can see the outline."
He slipped him between his fingers, rubbing his finger tips gently into his balls to emphasise the shape of his cock. The fabric was starting to cling to his body, except for where his cock was doing its best to push it away.
"I'd be able to see your ass if you walked around in them."
"I thought you'd just want me naked to see that," Shoutarou mumbled again, half-hoping Akira wouldn't hear it.
"It leaves more to the imagination. Although —"
"What is there to imagine? You've seen me naked."
Akira looked away, mouth hanging open in that awkward smile of his.
Still, it could only deter him for a few seconds. His mouth went back to Shoutarou's crotch, kissing his way up from his tip to the waistband, leaving a wet trail in his wake. The final kiss to his skin above the waistband was followed with a lick as his fingers hooked around the underwear, pulling them down just enough to free his cock. His fingers wrapped around the length, holding it as he nuzzled into the base, his nose brushing with the thin layer of pubes as he took a deep breath.
"Akkun." He kept the jumper held up with one hand as he tangled the other in Akira's hair — not quite holding him in place, but softly encouraging him.
Akira nipped at his cock, gently pulling with his teeth, before kissing it better. It didn't hurt. Akira had got the hang of making sure it didn't. It was a small compromise to make sure he could keep biting and the muzzle suggestion stayed off the table.
He licked his way up, tongue pressing flat against the head as pre-cum leaked. Akira's eyes closed as he lapped it away, before sliding down the underside and burying his face under Shoutarou's cock. His breath tickled the skin that was exposed, his underwear still caught on the underside.
"I might have to keep them."
Shoutarou tried not to think what he was referring to as Akira palmed himself through his trousers.
Akira returned to the tip, pulling back the foreskin as he took it into his mouth. His snaggletooth caught on the skin regardless, as it tended to, and his tongue was left to wrap around Shoutarou's cock, rolling it as he tried to reposition him. Shoutarou's grip tightened in Akira's hair. He was still so surprised by how warm Akira's mouth was now. He hadn't ever thought about it before they came to this world. Akira sucking him off had always been pleasant, but he'd only ever seemed a room-temperature-mild. He'd never considered anyone's breath warm and he'd always taken it as something that was only felt in the chilliest nights. When they first arrived, he'd thought perhaps it was a symptom of inexperience or his memories not quite being his own, but as time went on it seemed clearer and clearer that it truly was warm. That he'd experience the heat of Akira's body as if it were his own in these moments.
Akira choked as he tried to take him a little too deep.
"Akkun, don't overdo it." He'd warned him about rushing so many times, but it never seemed to permeate. Even now, Akira just made a slight retching sound and tried to reposition while pulling off as little as possible.
It was hard.
The tightening of slipping from his mouth to his throat made his hips want to buck forward and bury his cock in it, but Akira's suffering was just enough to keep him in control. Yet it was so nice to feel the damp of Akira's mouth. It felt so easy to just slide in there. He knew Akira couldn't take all of him. Each time, he pushed himself a little further, but he hadn't managed to comfortably get him past his uvula.
But when he pulled off, the drool dripping down his chin from how much he'd struggled and his desperate need to please him…
Akira resigned himself to what he could take, pulling off just enough to get himself comfortable and bobbing his head in a steady rhythm at that length. His tongue curved around the underside of Shoutarou's cock, helping glide him along as it rippled, the motions striking against his sensitive spots near the tip. Shoutarou could feel his brain starting to melt away as his eyes shut, trying to hold on to the control he had, letting his fingers tighten in support of that control.
His cock pulsed as Akira slipped his tongue into the crease of his cock, running it up to flick at his hole as if it could worm its way in. His lips had locked on the underside of his tip, moving slightly to pull him to the edge.
"Akkun." Shoutarou was finally able to hear his own moans as they hit his ears. He could never tell Akira how glad he was they got a house of their own.
Akira flicked his tongue more in response, running it from the hole to the underside of his cock, teasing it more directly. Even with his eyes closed, Shoutarou could feel them rolling back as his cock tightened.
"Good boy," he moaned the words of encouragement, feeling Akira freeze for a moment before going back in with twice the force. Enough that his mind was gone, only barely processing the sparks of pleasure and the tightness as he started to cum. He dropped the jumper, both hands going to the sides of Akira's head as he held him in place and spilled into his mouth.
Akira pulled off with a cough, making his eyes open.
"Ah, are you okay?"
"I'm good, I'm good," Akira said between coughs. His chin was shining like his lips, though they'd turned a plump and beautiful red.
Shoutarou knelt down and kissed him.
"Salty."
"Tasting yourself on me is pretty erotic."
"It was sweeter before, wasn't it?"
"Mm. But I like it. It tastes like Shou-chan."
Shoutarou buried his face in Akira's neck, carefully placing his knee between Akira's legs.
"Shall we move?"