no major content warnings notes: s...sexually... implicit? content? i don't know? this was going to be makishima just jacking off like you asked for but instead i ended up with something weird and sad and none of that! wow word count: 544
Yuusuke wakes up at 8pm from a nap he doesn’t remember starting. He’s convinced, though, that the last thing he was dreaming of was his lips on Toudou’s neck. This crush was getting out of hand.
He shifts his weight off his right arm and rolls onto his back in bed. In addition to the weird position he slept in, Yuusuke is sure now that he woke up with his lips slightly parted, like they were gently wrapped around Toudou’s collarbone, like he wanted to lick down Toudou’s jawline and leave kisses on his shoulders. Yuusuke begins to pick apart what this even means.
He never thought of himself as one much for kisses, before. They seemed rubbery and unpleasant and something you just mimicked to make your partner happy. And he had downright hated the idea of licking someone’s ear or chest or neck, too. Kinjou and Tadokoro did that stuff behind the club room sometimes, where they thought nobody could see. (Yuusuke saw.) What were those things doing in his head now? Why did the addition of Toudou Jinpachi make them seem so hot?
Leaving a trail of saliva across someone’s throat didn’t seem so bad when that throat was Toudou’s and he wanted to make things slick and hot, with the breath from his lungs, with the air that was warmed by the racing of his nearby heart. He wanted skin under his lips. Yuusuke licked down the inside of his wrist, just to test.
He hadn’t kissed anyone in a long, long time, long enough that he probably just forgot how bad it all was, but if this fantasy made it palatable again then he couldn’t see the hurt in dreaming a little more. Yuusuke tugged his own bottom lip between his third and fourth fingers. He’d always imagined kissing someone would be more fun if he pulled on their lips with his teeth, but he’d only ever kissed people who liked tongue. Toudou would probably indulge Yuusuke if he said he wanted teeth, though, would probably go gentle at first and ask if it was alright, would tell Yuusuke his mouth was divine, or something equally over-the-top. Toudou would take time to get to know Yuusuke, make him feel good, treat every new square centimeter of his body like a gift; Yuusuke was sure of it. That was just his nature. And who knows, maybe with Toudou, tongue wouldn’t be so bad. Yuusuke throws shame to the wind and sticks his fingers in his own mouth.
Oh god, it actually feels good, to have his tongue scrunched up and pulled and played with, and Yuusuke could almost cry. It wasn’t fair. Kinjou and Tadokoro could get their gross slurping on whenever they wanted after school and he was stuck here, heart fit to burst because Yuusuke was in love with someone who went to another school in another prefecture, who didn’t even know about how he made Yuusuke feel. Yuusuke’s heart could almost implode from how badly he wants Jinpachi’s pressed against it, arms wrapped around his ribcage and squeezing so tight their bodies would melt together.
There’s a Toudou-sized void between Yuusuke’s arms that he doesn’t know how to fill. So he fills his mouth with fingers, instead.
FILL: TEAM Aoyagi Hajime/Izumida Touichirou, T
notes: s...sexually... implicit? content? i don't know? this was going to be makishima just jacking off like you asked for but instead i ended up with something weird and sad and none of that! wow
word count: 544
Yuusuke wakes up at 8pm from a nap he doesn’t remember starting. He’s convinced, though, that the last thing he was dreaming of was his lips on Toudou’s neck. This crush was getting out of hand.
He shifts his weight off his right arm and rolls onto his back in bed. In addition to the weird position he slept in, Yuusuke is sure now that he woke up with his lips slightly parted, like they were gently wrapped around Toudou’s collarbone, like he wanted to lick down Toudou’s jawline and leave kisses on his shoulders. Yuusuke begins to pick apart what this even means.
He never thought of himself as one much for kisses, before. They seemed rubbery and unpleasant and something you just mimicked to make your partner happy. And he had downright hated the idea of licking someone’s ear or chest or neck, too. Kinjou and Tadokoro did that stuff behind the club room sometimes, where they thought nobody could see. (Yuusuke saw.) What were those things doing in his head now? Why did the addition of Toudou Jinpachi make them seem so hot?
Leaving a trail of saliva across someone’s throat didn’t seem so bad when that throat was Toudou’s and he wanted to make things slick and hot, with the breath from his lungs, with the air that was warmed by the racing of his nearby heart. He wanted skin under his lips. Yuusuke licked down the inside of his wrist, just to test.
He hadn’t kissed anyone in a long, long time, long enough that he probably just forgot how bad it all was, but if this fantasy made it palatable again then he couldn’t see the hurt in dreaming a little more. Yuusuke tugged his own bottom lip between his third and fourth fingers. He’d always imagined kissing someone would be more fun if he pulled on their lips with his teeth, but he’d only ever kissed people who liked tongue. Toudou would probably indulge Yuusuke if he said he wanted teeth, though, would probably go gentle at first and ask if it was alright, would tell Yuusuke his mouth was divine, or something equally over-the-top. Toudou would take time to get to know Yuusuke, make him feel good, treat every new square centimeter of his body like a gift; Yuusuke was sure of it. That was just his nature. And who knows, maybe with Toudou, tongue wouldn’t be so bad. Yuusuke throws shame to the wind and sticks his fingers in his own mouth.
Oh god, it actually feels good, to have his tongue scrunched up and pulled and played with, and Yuusuke could almost cry. It wasn’t fair. Kinjou and Tadokoro could get their gross slurping on whenever they wanted after school and he was stuck here, heart fit to burst because Yuusuke was in love with someone who went to another school in another prefecture, who didn’t even know about how he made Yuusuke feel. Yuusuke’s heart could almost implode from how badly he wants Jinpachi’s pressed against it, arms wrapped around his ribcage and squeezing so tight their bodies would melt together.
There’s a Toudou-sized void between Yuusuke’s arms that he doesn’t know how to fill. So he fills his mouth with fingers, instead.