The house was quiet when Ryuzí arrived, shadows stretching across the hallway. Only the faint thrum of Rika's music leaked through the walls, the kettle clicking faintly in the kitchen as it cooled.
Suki opened the door before Ryuzí could knock. His hair was tousled, his oversized shirt slipped off one shoulder, and his grin was equal parts lazy and wicked."You made it," he teased. "Thought you'd ditch me."
"…I said I'd come," Ryuzí muttered, though the heat creeping up his neck betrayed him.
"Good," Suki tugged him inside, closing the door with his heel. "Because if I fail history, it's your fault for not saving me."
They spread across the floor of Suki's room, surrounded by open books and messy notes. Rain tapped steadily against the window, filling the silence between scribbled lines. Ryuzí tried to stay focused, pencil poised. Suki sprawled on his back, legs bent, stretching until his shirt lifted just enough to flash a strip of pale skin.
Ryuzí's eyes betrayed him. He glanced — just once. But Suki caught it.
"…Were you looking?" Suki asked, grin slow, voice low.
Ryuzí's face burned. "…No."
"Liar." Suki crawled closer on his elbows, breath brushing Ryuzí's jaw. "Then teach me something useful. Like how to kiss you better."
Something snapped.
Ryuzí grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, crushing their lips together.
The kiss was wildfire — desperate, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, breath stolen. Suki gasped but only dragged him closer, arms around his neck, chest pressed tight to chest. Papers scattered, the pencil rolled away.
Suki tugged at his hoodie, panting between kisses. "Off."
Ryuzí stripped it off, tossing it aside. Suki's hands spread over his chest, nails scratching faint red trails that made Ryuzí groan low into his mouth. One of Ryuzí's hands dug into Suki's waist, the other tugging his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.
Suki shifted, straddling his hips, grinding down. A moan tore from his throat. "God, you're so rough—don't stop."
"You're insane," Ryuzí rasped, clutching his thighs. "You're going to break me."
Suki smirked, rolling his hips again, making Ryuzí's breath catch. "Harder, Ryuzí—don't hold back, I can take it."
With a growl, Ryuzí flipped them, pinning Suki to the floor. His mouth traced down the line of his jaw, to his throat, sucking hard until marks bloomed. Suki arched, gasping, voice breaking. "Mark me up… I want them to see what you did."
"You're beautiful when you beg," Ryuzí growled, his lips hot against his skin. "Say it again—say you need me."
"I need you," Suki moaned, nails digging into Ryuzí's shoulders. "You're driving me insane—more, give me more."
Their mouths crashed together again, frantic, sloppy. Clothes fumbled away, tossed into corners. Heat rose, skin against skin, every brush sparking fire.
Ryuzí paused once, breath ragged, forehead pressed to Suki's. "…Are you okay?"
Suki grabbed his hair, kissed him rough. "I want all of you—don't leave anything behind. Shut up and take me already."
Suki's nails dug into his shoulders, dragging him down. His voice broke with need."Because I want it. I want you inside me—now."
Ryuzí shuddered, searching his face. "…It might hurt."
Suki's grin was feral, desperate. "Then make it hurt. Just don't stop."
Ryuzí groaned low. "…God, you're insane."
Suki pulled him into another kiss, moaning into his mouth. "Ah—! Yes… yes, like that. Don't hold back."
The rhythm began careful, trembling — but quickly broke apart under Suki's gasps.
"Harder, Ryuzí—pound me harder—I can take it!" Suki cried, nails scraping his back.
"You're mine, Suki. Mine," Ryuzí growled into his ear, his voice hoarse.
"Yes—fuck, right there—don't stop, don't stop!" Suki's voice cracked into a half-scream.
Ryuzí's words tumbled out between groans. "I can't… I can't stop. You're too tight, too good—ahhh…"
Suki threw his head back, moaning louder. "That's it! Make me scream for you—please, Ryuzí!"
Their bodies crashed together harder, skin slick, breath loud, every sound echoing in the small room.
When the breaking point hit, it was wild and consuming.
Ryuzí's voice cracked as he lost control. "Suki—! I'm gonna—"
Suki clutched at him, eyes glazed, voice hoarse. "Yes—inside, do it inside—fill me up, Ryuzí!"
Ryuzí groaned his name like it was the only word he knew. "Sukiii—ahhh—!"
Suki's cry tore through the room, broken and raw. "Oh god, yes—ahhh—don't stop, don't stop!"
And then everything shattered.
They clung to each other desperately, trembling, hearts racing until the world slowed back down.
At last, they collapsed into a heap of sweat and tangled blankets, breathless and shaking. The room smelled of rain, paper, and heat.
Suki rested his head on Ryuzí's chest, lips curved in a lazy, satisfied grin. "…Best study session ever."
Ryuzí groaned, dragging a hand over his flushed face. "…Suki."
Suki lifted his head, eyes glittering with mischief. "Honey."
Ryuzí yanked the blanket over his face, ears scarlet. But his arm stayed tight around Suki's waist, holding him close.
And for the first time, Ryuzí didn't feel embarrassed being held. He felt whole.