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Fugo spends hours thinking, overindulging in assumptions and scenarios, fantasing and thinking out all the possible ways one situation could go. Which is why he knew that what he wanted to attempt was next to impossible. It didn't touch completely the end of the spectrum, there could still be hope for his wish to come true, but Fugo has never been the person to take initiatives, and especially risky ones on top of it all. He decided he wanted to dominate Narancia. Not in a creepy way, he reassured himself, not really needing to explain his own thoughts and his reasoning yet there he was, doing exactly that. Narancia was smug, cocky, always taking charge, even when he was underneath Fugo, even when he was fucked into senseless, it still felt like Narancia always had the upper hand. His confidence perhaps, or his easy going nature that allowed him to be open and raw, the way he was intact with his emotion, and his overall childish demeanor of always trying to prove superior, Fugo concluded. Fugo was always unable to speak up, too overwhelmed, too embarrassed. Narancia would take his cock in his mouth, and even still it didn't seem like Fugo was dominating him, even in that vulnerable position. Narancia had a mischievous smirk on his face, his eyes were fierce and bright, and even with Fugo's cum on his face he still looked like he was the one that had dominated the other. It wasn't like he particularly minded that, if anything, Fugo caught himself enjoying it too much to ever suggest otherwise, shuddering, trembling with each touch. The moans that escaped him were throaty, stretched out, too sensual always and he tried silencing himself a lot, only to have his hand slapped off his mouth by Narancia. "Moan louder Fugo, I want to hear how much you love fucking me" Fugo was almost cumming, falling back into the pillow, moaning louder and breathless when Narancia would pick up the pace on top of him. "Ah god I'm cumming Fugo, your cock is making me cum I don't even have to touch myself , god look at it, look Fugo" Big mistake, Fugo knew it, but he was now cumming in him, just in sight of Narancia cumming, with such a smug grin. "Inside Fugo? No warning?" Fugo moans weakly, looking away and Narancia chuckles, pulling himself out of his softened dick, turning back around. "Fugo" he purred and Fugo hates how sensual and erotic his name sounds when it comes out of Narancia's lips. His eyes are staring at him as he stretches his cheeks on top of him and Fugo knew he shouldn't look but still gave into the other prompting him to. He stared as the cum dribbled from Narancia's exposed entrance onto his spent crotch. His dick twitched in response to the stimuli, but there was no way he could get hard again, not after that pathetically strong climax. He wanted to prove to himself and the other that he could be the one that took charge. Narancia would ride him, would bend over for him would fall on his knees, would sit on his face. Fugo's dick was hard every time at the sound of Narancia's voice encouraging him, edging him for more. He was a natural with dirty talk, probably due to the fact that he never felt embarrassed about his thoughts, unlike Fugo.It was decided. He'd make Narancia embarrassed, shy, timid. He was a pretty boy, cute strong features and possessed a small frame. It's not like he wanted to see him weak per se. Just begging, but with different eyes, a different tone, even if it was just once. Narancia's appetite for sex was like no other, the boy would knock on his door and Fugo could already see the hard on in his pants, the cocky smirk never leaving his face. He wanted to see masked unfocused eyes, a lazily opened mouth and Narancia twitching with each touch, begging, longing, waiting. Fugo was hard and he tugged on his pants. It was still early into the noon, almost lunch time. He had to start his plan immediately. Somehow, he knew he couldn't just ask for it. He couldn't possibly request that Narancia sat back and gave up his very much confident attitude, he couldn't possibly ask him to beg for each touch and most definitely could never tell him to call him "sir". Not at this time, that is, cause he knew the other's response already. A big heart felt laugh, a snort from his nose and him reminding Fugo that he is older than him and therefore he should be called "sir" instead. He slipped his hand under his pants to rub the wet spot of his underwear and a groan escaped him.Imagine that, he pulled his hand away, trying not to think about his boner too much. He had to go have lunch with the others. He didn't know exactly how to go on about it, but he decided for once not to think too much. That's Narancia's approach for everything after all, and perhaps he could use it just for this scenario.
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His crotch feels uncomfortably hot throughout the whole lunch. Narancia is sitting next to him, slurping and eating always too fast and too clumsily. There was something adorable about it that Fugo couldn't put it in words. The others were eating and chatting with each other, not paying much heed to the two of them. They definitely had suspicions, but Abbacchio knew for sure already. He would give Fugo a death glare, and he'd reciprocate it with one of his own. They had a lot of respect for each other deep down, and their interactions didn't need words to get the point across. Fugo could assume what the other wanted to tell him. Especially in the mornings where Fugo would come out for breakfast first, and then shortly after Narancia would join, Abbacchio was almost too frustrated. " You two are too noisy, I'm trying to sleep" Narancia's mind was elsewhere, not listening, but Fugo would look away, almost too embarrassed to breathe, and would cough, composing himself and starting to eat quietly. Fugo had hickies all over his neck and shoulders, it didn't help at all that the holes on his jacket were exposing them. No one questioned them though, and Fugo was part grateful and part ashamed for that fact. He glanced at the other boy, reading his moves. He was having a glass of orange juice, nothing out of place here. His hair is always messy, his eyelashes always long. Narancia has full plump lips, and the way he hummed as he sucked on the straw was not helping the heat rising on his face. Dessert came and Fugo was still hard. Sometimes he cursed himself for his own appetite for these things. Sure he's young but he should be better than his urges. Yet his mind is clouded with pictures of Narancia begging, begging and calling him sir and pleading to be fucked and cumming without even being touched and humming. He felt uncomfortable in his trousers and his eyes looked down on his plate. He took a strawberry in his hand and glanced at Narancia. He caught his gaze and fixed on it. Fugo took the strawberry in his mouth, his lips stretched around it and he bit down, humming. He didn't know what or how to start his plan but that at least would start something. He took another strawberry and brought it to Narancia's face. The other teen was caught off guard, as publicly displaying affection was never something they'd do. His eyes widened, but Fugo's hand prompted him to take a bite.In front of others, Narancia wasn't used to this at all. Fugo would scold him all the time if he dared doing anything suspicious outside of his bedroom, but he didn't question it, instead he leaned forward, taking the strawberry in his mouth. A juicy bite and Fugo is staring at him with determined eyes. Narancia expected a shy gaze, his eyes to look everywhere but his own, him to be in denial about looking at him. Yet Fugo was staring into him, not breaking eye contact once, and brings another strawberry to his mouth. Narancia hums and twirls his lips around it and biting onto it, Fugo sighs, sending a shiver down the other's spine. "there is juice on my fingers. Clean it up." it didn't sound particularly rude or cold, but it still felt like an order. Narancia complies, licking the strawberry's remainders from his fingertips. His digits were now wetter and probably stickier, but Fugo gave him a silent thank you once the boy was done. It has began, he proudly scoffed at himself and watched as a very much flustered Narancia looked down on his plate, swirling the dessert on his fork, unable to look up. Fugo couldn't blame him, Bruno's shocked expression, Abbacchio's mad glare and dumbfounded Mista were all staring now, but Fugo wouldn't have it any other way, even if it was embarrassing he reminded himself of his mission. He had to be brave and embrace his risks, that's what Narancia would do, and it's time for him to move on to the next step of his plan. He didn't feel too confident, but the lack of articulation to his brain didn't help him think logically. For sure he had to start giving Narancia hints which weren't too difficult to decipher.Everyone had gone back to their activities. Luckily for Fugo, they had no duties today and that meant he didn't have to put off his plan for another time. Convenient enough, isn't it. Right after lunch was over Narancia jumped on the couch with a controller in hand. Fugo sat next to him, observing him for any reactions the brunette would give off but to no avail.Its a reward, Fugo thought, for doing what he's told, so he lets Narancia enjoy a few games of whatever video game he was playing. After a good while, Fugo stepped out of the couch and turned to the other boy. "Time to do homework" as soon as those words were out of his mouth Narancia had started whining. Seeing how the whine didn't stop Fugo, Narancia proceeds to flatter his eyelashes, widen his eyes to make them appear as round as they could and give him a big pout. Usually Fugo would give in to Narancia's trick, but this time he had to stay strong willed. "please let's not do math" Fugo sighs at Narancia and extends his arm to grab the controller out of his hand. "how about we play a different game then, rather than studying ?" Narancia beamed and got up, following Fugo back in the table. As long as its not math, then of course. "the hanging man?" Narancia's face wrinkled as he pursed his mouth. He looked confused and maybe disturbed, making a mental picture of it, and he rested his hands on the table when Fugo replied. "Yes. It is a classic game among students. You have a word in your mind, and you write the first letter of it." Fugo made the scribble on the paper and continued "each time you guess a letter. If it's in the word I've chosen, then I'll write it here. If not, then I'll make a hanged man. " poor guy he's definitely getting hanged " Narancia laughs and scratches his head" I'm not good at spelling Fugo, let's""let's try" Fugo interrupted and brought the pen on the table. " so your word starts with a d, and has nine letters in total. Best way to start is with vowels so you get an understanding of what the word may be -" "yeah yeah I get it" Of course, he thought he did, but letters, just like numbers weren't Narancia's friendsd.
" ah, how bout letter E" Fugo beamed at him and gave him a small praise, writing E at the end of the word. D_ _ _ _ _ _ _ e"What other vowels exist?" Fugo brings his chair closer closing whatever gap he and Narancia had, which didn't make Narancia think twice. "the letter M? " if there was something within distance sharp enough he'd definitely bring it on his face but he held back. He took a breath to calm down, this isn't the time to get angry. "m is not a vowel, but it exists in the word, I can't hang you for that unfortunately"D _ m _ _ _ _ _ eSlowly Narancia started picking up his pace, and although he almost lost the game, at the end with a little help from Fugo, his first word was complete"Dominante?" his spelling might be off a lot of the times but lack of comprehension wasn't a problem he posseses . Fugo hums, scribbling the next word. This time Narancia did lose, so Fugo came with a red pen to write the missing letters "sottomesso" Fugo rambles with a grumpy frown, how could he have lost there are literally three repetitive letters in the word he should have been able to guess them and find it. His thoughts are cut short however when he looks at Narancia who was still staring at the paper. "dominante, sottomesso" Fugo can feel his cheeks burn, his vision becomes the slightest of a blur as he tries to remain collected. "Enough of this. Go play your video games. Come at my room at night." He grabs the paper and rips it in two pieces, then four, and throw is in the bin on his way out of the room. Narancia doesn't get up from the chair for another minute but proceeds to running back to the couch a few moments later . Fugo thought that this would be a good idea, but either Narancia found out and doesn't understand, or he just hasn't gotten the clue yet. He had to start initiating his plan, more officially, tonight.
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"its me Fugo" Narancia knocks once, then twice, and a third time for a good measure. Its impossible to withhold his excitement, Fugo knows. He finally opens the door, after the ninth attempt of Narancia to knock. He already looks frustrated and flustered, and Fugo smiles at yet another small victory. Narancia wraps his arms around him. Always the initiative, always the one in control. As he leans to kiss him Fugo stops him and turns towards the bed, avoiding eye contact as Narancia whined. "What the hell, I wanted to kiss you". The other boy was unbuttoning his jacket and placing it on a chair nearby, looking at Narancia who was adjusting himself over his pants. "if you want to kiss me, sit on the bed" The way Narancia complies so quickly almost makes it seem that this is going too well, and Fugo knows better than anyone not to hold his breath. And as expected Narancia furrows his brows and his eyes are bright, shining over half closed lids. "Ah, Fugo you were so dirty today, doing this in front of the guys" Fugo ignored him and pulled the lube out of the drawer only to toss it in bed, next to Narancia. "Did you want to fuck my mouth? I really want to top you tho, I bet you were hard huh?" Lewd words and no shame, that was Narancia's approach. It always made Fugo weak and give in, even if he was the one topping him, he'd still weakly rest his head on his shoulder and moan when Narancia would speak like that. This time he had to stay collected. He finally shifts his gaze to meet the other's and Narancia doesn't fail to notice how Fugo's eyes are more focused than usual. Surely he had always tried to look like he has control over the situation but when they were like this Fugo could barely keep eye contact from his embarrassment. Narancia didn't think about it too much, for sure expecting Fugo to get all timid once Narancia would start rubbing on him. But that didn't come, and Narancia lets a frustrated sigh escape him as his hands which were unbuckling his belt were stopped. "Do not undress Narancia." he looks at him and tugs his crotch, rubbing it to provoke him . "Fugo come on, fuck,if you're going to top, then fuck me already" Fugo grabs his wrists with more force than he intended to and lifts them on top of his head. Narancia was still clothed, which bothered him beyond belief, and he lets out a moan, jerking his hips up. "you're so inpatient. I pamper you too much" he traces a hand over Narancia's face, one hand supporting his weight and holding Narancia's wrists, the other petting his hair. He grabs onto it and pulls back, making Narancia's chin go up and his face get lost in the bed. "How about I teach you some patience" Narancia laughs, jerking his hips upwards, his crotch forming an uncomfortable bulge in his pants. "God Fugo what's up with you, come on, fuck me. You know you want to, just do it already " Fugo wants to shut his mouth and the mot efficient way to do it is with his own lips. The other boy moans into it, his hands swiftly escaping Fugo to touch the sides of his face. He hums and Fugo knows, Narancia is so needy. So his hands wonder on Narancia's chest, still fully cothed, only to receive a whine, breaking the kiss. "Ah god, lemme take off my shirt" Narancia winces as Fugo's fingers roughly twist the hardened bump on his chest, still fully covered with his shirt, absorbing most of the stimulation. "You'll stay clothed" he orders and Narancia smiles. It doest fit him at all, a cute flustered face to be so demanding, Fugo's all red yet his tone is strict. "Now, why would I listen to you? " Fugo is frustrated. Maybe it's not going at all according to the plan after all. Narancia is too stubborn, he very much is aware of that fact, yet he knows that there must be a part in him that begs to hand the control somewhere else. He really hoped that at least. " Move I want to take off my shirt"Fugo scoffs but it's not in anger or frustration, if anything, the amusement is apparent in his voice "I told you, you're staying clothed." Narancia's brows furrow once again, and he pouts. Fugo is about to give in to how beautifully his face wrinkles, how wonderfully cute and sensual his voice is when he calls him."why are you undressed then Fugo?" Fugo loses no opportunity to reciprocate the cockiness Narancia usually covers his voice with "Ah, would you rather I also covered up?"Narancia makes a move to stand up just enough so his hands could reach Fugo's chest. Fugo was silent, almost felt like stopping him but since he wasnt making a move to disobey him he allowed him to kiss his chest , bring his hands around it and knead every part he could. "Fugo, are you planning on teasing me more?" For a bit doubt covered his consciousness and Fugo had to look away. Perhaps he misjudged Narancia's cockiness? Or is it that he's too selfish that he can't give up the control for once? Or then again it could be the fact that he hasn't understood that Fugo wanted to do this. But now he's just overthinking and Narancia has moved from kneading his chest to palming his crotch, and he felt his face burn. "Narancia, don't, its not the time for that yet" Narancia shoots a glare at Fugo, and he's frustrated, it's so obvious, Narancia is adjusting himself again and falling back into the bed. Fugo is sweating, is he only making this worse? "Do you not enjoy this?" Narancia's face seems more colourful, and his eyes don't dare to look at Fugo. Interesting, he notes, and his eyes stay as focused as they can be. "Fugo you're not like this usually" Fugo decides that upon hearing that is the best time to lean on top of him and hold him in place, brushing his lips on his. He had forgotten the most important thing. Despite overthinking so much, or maybe due to his overthinking the most necessary step completely slipped his mind. It wasn't like Narancia wasn't enjoying tonight's events. He was grinding his hips upwards to meet Fugo's, his face was flushed and his breath erratic."Narancia. Do you mind ?" Narnacia moans when his crotch is finally pressed by his own and Fugo shudders. He hasn't touched himself at all since they started and the first stimuli to be reciprocated like this made his mind fuzzy. " let me take care of everything" he stands up and the other boy is taking his shirt off, revealing his puffed chest, and as he breathes harder and harder, Fugo watches, Narancia's voice coming out quietly. "don't you always take care of everything? ."Fugo smiles and places a kiss on his chest, feeling heat rise on his face "I mean, everything Narancia." he looks up and Narancia is speechless, for the first time. "I mean for you to let go and leave it up to me." the other boy is breathing with deeper and deeper puffs, and Fugo lifts his head to kiss his lips again. "I never see you beg like you make me beg. I want that too. For you to be under me and beg me . " Narancia feels himself getting lifted and pressed further into the mattress and gaps in response, trying to form a sentence that would represent his thoughts right. "Will you enjoy it?" Fugo stops Narancia and shakes his head "I'll enjoy this no matter what you decide. Will you enjoy it?""How am I supposed to know that?" "Do you want to find out?"Narancia closes his eyes and wraps his arms around Fugo, bringing him closer. "You make it sound so hot" Fugo smiles and cups the other's face, planting a soft kiss on his lips. Through half closed lids he stares, waiting for him to add something. Eventually it comes."Let's try it."
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"I have a feeling you'll make this a challenge for me " and Narancia shoots back a toothy grin at those words, his eyes however not meeting with Fugo's. "maybe so."Fugo is busy leaving his mark on Narancia, he'll ignore the attitude and stick to the plan . It was a ritual usually Narancia would commit to as Fugo always wished to be more discreet about these things. Especially with how Narancia's choice of clothes let his neck shoulders and nape bare of fabric, it probably wasn't the smartest choice on his part to bite and suck on every inch of the exposed skin.Narancia's body was extremely toned, more than perhaps anyone in the team, the muscles in his body defined and protruding, twitching when Fugo bit down too hard or sucked for too long. His whole shoulder, his entire left side of his neck, it was for sure gonna be bruised after this, but Fugo didn't care. Narancia left small hickies on his shoulder and neck all the time, many of times on his lower abdomen too, which was uncovered by Fugo's jacket-perhaps he could have worn a different one that day, but fashion above all -.Narancia is grinding up against Fugo, his breath isn't as regulated as before and words come out lazily and breathless. Fugo needs time to process them, or maybe he shouldn't, he just needs to keep going. "Fugo, I'll do anything, take off your pants" Fugo removes his hands from Narancia's nipples, he keeps his lips however on his neck and slides then till they reach his ear. Fugo wouldn't say dirty things, the furthest he'd go would be to admit that he can't put off cumming any longer."Take them off for me." Narancia has done that many of times before, but all of them had Fugo blushing and turn his head to the side. A cute breathless mess, with his hair all over his face. Fugo's eyes are piercing clear into Narancia's and he's gulping audibly." bossy, aren't you" but Narancia's hands are shaking and sweating from excitement, knowing how Fugo is staring at him while he sits on the bed and waits for him to turn to him.He watches Fugo sit back against the headboard and his pants are painfully tight. Narancia doesn't lose a chance to unbuckle his belt, even if his digits are trembling. "Fugo, you're""Narancia, I'm so hard. I want to fuck your mouth tonight." Narancia's ears are buzzing, how much did Fugo practice those lines in his head to say them without stuttering, Fugo who flinched at the word sex and gets hard with a small tap on his thigh. No porn in the world could compare to the feeling Fugo's voice saying those things directly to him."your lips are dry Narancia, that's no good." for a split second he manages to close his eyes before Fugo's lips brush against his, and from all the hickies he was leaving before, Fugo's mouth had gotten very wet, which Narancia's brain couldn't not sense that intoxicating feeling all over his body. Fugo's mouth is wet and slick, and he's basically drooling in his, making Narancia's mouth equally and even wetter than earlier. "God Fugo I'll -"His hair is being tagged, with confidence but not to aggressive, this is a test for Fugo as well to test his limits after all. "you'll be a good boy and do what I say " Perhaps it's Narancia's own boner speaking through him and his sticks his tongue out with an attitude as he replies. "And what happens to bad boys? ""They get math homework" Fugo deadpans and watches the cockiness wash away from Narancia's face. Whatever smugness was there three seconds ago was now replaced with a blank, empty stare. "dude come on" Fugo's chuckle is not a phenomenon that occurs very often, but when it does it never fails to make Narancia's heart skip a beat. This time however it sent shivers both down his spine and directly on his boner too. It sounded way too sensual for Fugo's standards, Narancia's brain is starting to become a haze. "brats don't get to cum" Narancia is rolling his hips on the bed, looking right into Fugo's eyes is harder when he's so blatantly explicit with words. Is this how he feels when he talks like that to him? Cause his dick is getting harder every minute and his ears are burning. The feeling is good but eye contact is hard to keep up with. "let me see how wet your mouth is." Narancia thinks he can still be cocky with this. He scoots up closer, tagging at Fugo's underwear and opening his mouth directly on top of it. Drool started to come out and if it wasn't Narancia the sight would appear weird. Fugo sighs and pets his head as he feels the fabric of his thong getting wet. "take it off and spit directly on it." But Narancia decides to mouth his dick over the fabric instead, sending goosebumps all over his body. He is aware by now, the way Narancia teases and edges Fugo, the way he manages to make him wait and prolong for how ever long he wants the events that will take place. Narancia just wants the control all the time but Fugo had different plans. He taps his shoulder but Narancia doesn't even budge. He sucks on top of the fabric and traces the shape with his tongue, before his head is in the air again, suddenly his bangs not obstructing his sight. "you're not being a good boy" Narancia whines, and for a second they're both standing there embarrassed, still. Fugo should say something, he's in charge after all. He lets go of Narancia's hair and clears his throat, watching as Narancia's neck leaned onto his crotch again. He gives the bulge a soft kiss and sticks his tongue out to lick the wet spot on his underwear. "you should punish bad boys" his hands are folding the skin on his inner thighs and with his teeth he traces the line of the undewear, waiting for a response. He raised his ass high on the air, swaying it from side to side. Fugo's losing it, he's ready and more than willing to sit back and let Narancia edge him all night again only to stop before he cums and kiss him goodnight, he's willing to stop this but his heart doesn't allow him to, his boner is too strong to be teased like this. "you're gonna get a taste of your own medicine, you brat" Narancia spits on Fugo's crotch, which still is covered with his thong, and Fugo takes that a sign that Narancia isn't going to obey. His eyes stare at Fugo's with smugness Fugo recognises and he tries to stop him but Narancia giggles. "you love it tho, don't you? Put a brat in his place if you can" The last word came out as a yelp, and Fugo pushes Narancia as he sits up. Suddenly he feels his heart race, and feels as if his vision is blurred. And indeed it is, as he's quickly switched from one position to the other. He's panting, and suddenly realises he's on his stomach, laying with his ass raised up. "Fuck, what -" in one move he's stripped naked and he can feel the cold air hit against his skin. Narancia makes a move to turn his head to face Fugo, but he's soon met with the mattress, a hand pushing him down "Brats don't get to watch either." Narancia moans into the mattress as soon as he feels his palm on the small of his back. He sways his ass, trying to find friction, his boner is hanging from between his legs and he tries to wiggle his way out of Fugo's grip. Without a warning, or perhaps Narancia didn't focus enough to hear it, Fugo brings his palm down on his cheek, a slap that echoes in the room but no louder than Narancia's surprised yelp. Another one "That's for being loud." and another one "that's for not listening". All the spanks were hit on the same spot, burning the skin and Narancia is moaning with this whole new sensation. Fugo and he would do lots of things in bed, but Fugo was far too gentle to ever rough him up like this. He moans and his body is twitching, waiting for another spank. He feels Fugo's hand on the cheek, touching the skin where it was surely red by now, the feeling of his fingers barely there. Holding firmly his ass, cooling off the burning sensation. Narancia's head is being pulled up and he finally breathes heavily. Gasping for air he just falls back on the mattress and spreads his legs more, as if inviting for more. He can't hear anything for a minute there, he can't feel anything. Until he feels Fugo's breath on his skin, and a soft pair of lips sliding on the sensitive skin. Narancias heart feels whole for a second there, he turns his face and catches Fugo's haze as he kisses his cheek again. "will you be a good boy now?" "ah god i dunno, that felt really good" Fugo sits up and turns Narancia on his back. His ass is still burning from the spanking so he hisses when he's turned around, not that he minds truly though. Fugo is facing him and tries to look at him in the eyes, but his hair is on the way. He brings his hand on Narancia's forehead and pushes the bangs away, getting a smirk in return. Here's to another small victory. Although it seems that this is far from the end. Fugo's hand is tracing his face and jaw, making him look at him. "good boys get to feel even better though"
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He brings his lips on Narancia's, in a reassuring kiss. Narancia's role when they'd usually have sex would never be about him listening to orders from Fugo, but the other way around. Narancia loved to top, a lot more lately, but he never said no to spreading his legs and stretching himself out for Fugo. Even then however Fugo was the one listening to Narancia. He just wanted to know, what's like bringing Narancia to a begging mess, what's like having Narancia not get release. Narancia moans in the kiss, he wants more, his body is speaking loud and clear. Fugo always followed almost a mental check list when it came to sex. Narancia was raw and unpredictable, always switching things up, always coming up with a plan to give his own twist, and Fugo knew that must be the secret to successfully making him a begging mess. That in combination to Narancia's dirty mouth. "Remember Narancia. Good boys get to cum" Narancia is feeling it, the fabric of his thong brushing up against his naked crotch. It was wet and sticky, because of his mouth and Narancia feels a sense of pride, a smugness overtake him. "Can't wait to see what I'll get then" "Narancia -" and Narancia sighs, brings his hand on Fugo's crotch with a grin and pulls at the hem of his underwear. "God i want it in me, I want it bad." Fugo grabs his hands and brings it above his head audibly frustrated. He's getting angry, Narancia must learn to let go of control, although then again, this thought might have occurred to Fugo because of how he thinks he should be acting. Narancia was his own entity, his bratty and cocky attitude making Fugo's face flush, perhaps not out of frustration but because that's exactly what made Narancia him and Fugo could not resist it. He watched him squirm underneath him, fighting to escape the grip on his wrists and Fugo notices how red Narancia's face is, he sits up to look at his hair stick to to his face. Narancia moans, he spreads his legs and raises them but Fugo catches them halfway. His palms hug his calves and he pushes his legs on the air bringing them over his head. Narancia is not resisting at all, his hands are twitching and his face is flushed a deeper red."I want to pamper you so much Narancia, so please be a good boy" and he leans for a kiss Narancia desperately raises his neck to grab, only for Fugo to withdraw. "Say 'Kiss me" " Narancia sighs, his ears are buzzing. Fugo's overly confident attitude is something new to him, and Narancia breathes out weakly but it's not enough. " Say kiss me, please " Narancia can feel Fugo's hands on his thighs, he can feel them going lower and spreading his cheeks."I want a kiss. Please kiss me." Narancia is met with a pair of lips, pressure behind them that make his heart pump hard inside his chest. Fugo brushes his lips on Narancia's, he can feel his breath and his tongue begging. "Narancia what do you want? " Narancia can finally understand what Fugo feels when he pants so helplessly underneath him. Fugo has a smirk painted across his face, and he can feel Fugo slide his crotch against his. Narancia is breathless but tries his best to remain smug. He is older than him, he's gonna let him top him tonight, so that should be enough. "Fuck Fugo, come on, I know you want to fuck me ." Fugo lets go of Narancia, who still keeps his legs spread for Fugo, and watches him pull down his underwear, his dick springing up. " That's not how you ask for things. Where are your manners? " Narancia's brain is on override, he isn't sure if he heard Fugo correctly, his thoughts are all concentrated around Fugo's boner finally freed of any barrier. "Fuck,,"Fugo approaches and raises Narancia's ass so it was resting on his lap. The sudden shifting of his weight made him yelp in surprise and when he looked up Fugo was holding his dick, pushing it down to slide between his cheeks. " What was that?" The sight intoxicates Narancia, makes him feel almost dizzy. He can feel Fugo's hand as he slides his dick up and down, without pressing it in, he can feel how he is twitching against that feeling, how his whole body is begging yet the words can't come out. "Fugo, fuck, fuck me already" But that's not right is it. One finger starts tracing between his cheeks, pressing on the hole which shows no resistance. "you're too hungry for this aren't you?" his finger is sucked in and Narancia usually makes comments when it comes to this point about how thirsty he is for his cock and how he wants him to fuck him or how he wants him to stretch his ass, but now his mind in a haze, unable to focus." God if you don't fuck me" Narancia receives a spank, playful but just as loud as earlier, and he moans. He's doing this on purpose and for some reason, Fugo knows Narancia won't become any less bratty by doing that, nor does he mind. His boner is speaking for him and is telling him how this is too arousing for him. Watching Narancia struggle between trying to be smug and finally giving in and submit is all part of the process. Narancia was extremely indecisive anyway but they have time in their hands. Though its getting late, so Fugo had to decide on his next move. Fugo always prefers using lube. He usually pours it on his hand and then on him, or his hands and then on Narancia's ass. Or he would pour it in Narancia's hands, begging Narancia to stretch him. He withdraws his hand now and opens his mouth. Even Narancia is caught off guard by that sight, watching Fugo lace his digits with thick clear spit and then take them out of his mouth, sticky saliva connecting them to his lips. "No complaints Narancia. You chose this right?" Narancia almost laughs, questioning what he meant. He was gonna get fingered, his ass is twitching with excitement, that could only mean Fugo was going to fuck him after all. Of course he would, he can not resist him at all can he. Narancia gasps, feeling Fugo's fingers pressing in, easily wiggling their way inside. He knows to clench the muscle there, show Fugo just how tight he can be for him, how warm and wet it is just for him, surely Fugo won't be able to resist the urge.And indeed Fugo's face is flushed a deep red, his ears are burning and Narancia's loud breathing and humming is distracting his thoughts. He pushes the fingers in and out, pressing them in and holding them there, trying to find the spot that will make Narancia moan on top of his lungs. He is squirming underneath him, his hips are rolling against Fugo's hand, Fugo can see Narancia's dick is far too hard, leaking far too much, and his eyes become narrow slits when he faces his flustered face. "I can take your dick now Fugo, you just want to top tonight right? Just fuck me, aren't I being a bad boy?" Fugo smirks, which makes Narancia's wide grin crack, and he can feel sweat forming on his forehead. "Didn't I tell you? Bad boys don't get to cum" Narancia falls back on the pillow, feeling Fugo's fingers leave him, looping his hole on the way out, making sure he can be as stretched as he can be. Narancia is one tough nut to crack, that he knows, and perhaps this much resistance is what makes Fugo's dick so hard and twitching on its own. He reaches out in the nightstand and Narancia's eyes widen in excitement. "Fugo, that's right, get the condoms. You just want to tease me, I know you can't hold back-" but what he pulls out of the drawer is not the box of condoms they keep there for easy access, but a different kind of box. Narancia is sweating now more, trembling a bit in thought. "Are you-" Fugo is loosely jerking himself off, this after all is getting the best of him. He's a bit too excited, he must admit, and can't allow to get out of control and give in to his usual tactics. "Brats deserve a lesson" The amount of sex toys Fugo owns is questionable. The way he bought them and brought them in their standard hideout they called home was just as questionable, as no one in the gang knows what it means to mind their own business, especially when it came to Fugo, who was the youngest and easiest to tease. It's discreet, a white silky and smooth to touch plug, Fugo has nice taste. He didn't find the appeal in bright neon colours and weird shapes, he just wanted to find the interesting setting that would work for him and its often he'd masturbate with these, in secret usually. So now pulling that box out, that Narancia had made fun of so much when he found it, is making his cheeks burn. "It is what a brat gets." He takes out a bottle of lube, seemingly appropriate for the toy, and he pours a bead of it on the tip. The plug is round but not particularly thick or long but Narancia still gulps audibly. He takes a peak in the box, he's seen all of its contents before, and was not surprised to find a set of similar plugs, much larger and thicker than the one Fugo stroked lube on. Narancia debated making a joke regarding the toy, but he didn't want to press his luck with this, not when the other toys appeared to be thick like his own dick. He wants to make a joke how Fugo stretches himself with it to prepare for his dick, he wants to tease him for having the bigger dick out of the two, but he remains silent as Fugo's hand grasps at the base of the plug. Fugo leans over to Narancia, and he can't help but desperately gasp for air. Fugo closes his eyes and brushes his lips on Narancia's cheek, nuzzling softly and humming against his skin. He relaxes at the soft touch and his hands cling on Fugo's shoulders. For a moment it looks like Narancia is submitting completely, giving himself freely to Fugo and he's about to throw the plug to the side, his own cock is leaking and twitching after all but Narancia shoots a toothy smirk at him " You look like you really want to fuck me." That settles it, and Fugo holds Narancia's cheek, spreading him open. His hole is twitching, and he moans when Fugo slides it on top of it, he's moaning when Fugo presses it in barely and withdrawing it. He gaped just barely and Fugo takes that opportunity to start pushing it in. "you'll have to fuck me. You're so hard. Come on Fugo" but his words are cut short when the plug finally makes its way in. Narancia is breathlessly moaning at the feeling and he can definitely sense it settling in it. He wiggles around, the feeling of having something foreign there making his dick twitch slightly. Narancia brings a hand to jerk off, his ass feels full and he wants to get more stimuli, as its its not moving in and out like Fugo's dick would. It's just staying there, and Narancia clenched his muscles in it trying to suck in more, but the base of the plug served as a reminder that there was no more. Fugo grabs Narancia's hands and prevents him from touching himself. He kisses his neck, his hands trace his chest and caress the hardened nipples there, Fugo starts to enjoy more and more the breathless mess Narancia is becoming. And Narancia closes his eyes, starts to indulge in the feeling of having Fugo's lips sucking hard on his neck, again, and again, his shoulder was already showing the bruises from the previous attack of his mouth on him, so soon already, but the sensitivity of his skin there was more than he anticipated, and he moans right into Fugo's ear. "that's enough. Go to your room." Narancia must not have heard correctly. His brain must be playing tricks on him but he no longer feels his hands on his nipples, his neck is feeling hot and cold at the same time, the saliva sitting on top of it and drying against the breeze coming in from the window. Fugo sat up, his dick in full attention but his eyes determined to keep up with the plan. "you bastard." He raises his legs and Fugo chuckles. So cute. "You asked me to put a brat in his place. So that's what I'm doing. Go sleep" Fugo turns around towards the nightstand and grabs the tissue box. Narancia licks his lips, it's such a shame, such a waste, that bead of precum could have been used to lube his insides, that streak of precum could be in him but now it's being cleaned up with a tissue. Narancia notices tho, Fugo's dick keeps producing more. He's turned on, very, he knows he's watching him and Fugo strokes his dick, looking at him. "go to your room. I want to get off." Narancia moans, his face is burning, is this really Fugo saying such dirty things. "ah I want to watch at least. Let me watch please" Fugo squeezes Narancia's cheeks together in a pinch, his lips pursing. "now you remembered your manners? Let's see how you'll remember them tomorrow ." Narancia scuffs and pushes his hand away, feeling the blue balls coming to him. Shit. He has done that too many times to Fugo and always laughed at him for cumming undone or begging like crazy for release, Narancia had never experienced this feeling before. He felt his face burn and he turned to the side, grabbing his pants from the floor. "Remember Narancia. No cheating. If you're a good boy. You'll get to cum tomorrow." and definitely he'll be able to tell. How hard Narancia is, how sensitive he will be, how swollen his balls will be, how flushed and tensed he'll be if he listens. And if he doesn't, Narancia's face is burning in what could happen next." Let me jerk off you bastard" Narancia raises his boxers and trousers in one move, when he bends to fix the cuffs of his pants, he winces, God, he can feel it wiggle in him, this is too much. He turns around to the sound of skin slapping skin. He knew exactly what it meant, yet he still looked back. Fugo was looking at Narancia with a smile, that bastard, it's all on purpose. He's jerking off and it's so wet, he could have had it in him, he could have had his balls slapping against his ass, but now he's just watching Fugo let go of his dick and flex it. "Go to your room. I'm not putting a show for you" Narancia's crotch is burning, is burning in desire and his leg is shaking. He scuffs again and walks towards the door with his shoes in his hand, not turning around until the knob is turning in his hand. "Narancia." his name is being called, and his face is all red. The worst part that Narancia doesn't want to admit is that the feeling of longing for it, the fact that he has to wait till tomorrow, the fact that he must go endure having a hard on for the rest of the night, his ass clenching around a toy Fugo has surely put inside himself at some point all is far too adventurous for him, and despite the frustration, Narancia is enjoying seeing this side of Fugo too. Fugo is so hot, he thinks. He turns around and Fugo's face is lit barely by the light from the window. If Narancia knew how to tell the time he'd be able to see the clock behind his bed. Although even if the room was well lit he still can't tell which hand shows what, he knows for a fact it's very late. "You're cute like this." Narancia bites his lip and turns his head, closing the door behind him and returning to his room. He can only look forward to his reward tomorrow, because for sure he is going to prove to Fugo he can do this. He just needs to be patient, so what? He can definitely be patient, he can definitely prove he can wait. Besides, when Fugo's eyes gleam with confidence, a feeling he hasn't felt before overtakes him.
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A soft tinkle of the spoon circling the cup is lost in the deafening silence in the kitchen. It's early, at least for everyone else who was far too lazy to get out of bed earlier, but not for Fugo who always woke up around this time in the morning. In fact if anything, this was the latest Fugo had woken up, but he forgave himself for it, seeing how late in the night he went to sleep. He sets the spoon to the side of the plate and holds the cup firmly. He can hear timid footsteps from behind him and he smiles.It's so rewarding, he takes a slice of bread and with a knife scoops Narancia's favourite chocolate spread from the jar. Narancia sits down, awkwardly, and Fugo smiles. "Aren't you up early? I wasn't going to wake you up until ten." Narancia can't look Fugo in the eyes, he only closes his lids and hopes for a breath that wouldn't show any tension. Narancia's senses seem to be heightened, as his ears perk up at the sound of the plate placed on front of him.He places a slice of bread there but Narancia can't touch it, his face is burning. "Fugo -" he takes a sip and looks over at him, waiting for Narancia's next words, but his words don't come out fully. "What is it? Do you have a confession to make?" Narancia sinks into his seat, leaning on one side, whining.Groaning comes from the entrance of the kitchen and its none other than Abbacchio. Fugo can hear how his bones crack as he stretches, and shoots a look a look at him. Turning to the side to face Narancia again he speaks up, asserting a monotone tone." Well Narancia?" He can not believe him. No way, Fugo would never. That's his job, to embarrass him and make him blush in front of others, not his. Fugo smiles, waiting for an answer."What are you brats up to?" Abbacchio has taken already all the steps to prepare himself a black coffee and placed the mug on the table. It was still quite early and Narancia felt extremely detouched with the time. Besides, all the night passed and he couldn't sleep at all. Slightly rubbing against the bed, being careful not to build himself up. He was pent up, and Fugo can smell it in him. So he gulps and takes the bread in his hands, toying it around."I -" but Fugo gets up and walks over the counter, taking out of the cabinet Narancia's favourite mug and a certain packaging glistened in his reach. "Narancia did the work I assigned him all wrong yesterday. But he'll try very hard now, and we had to start early."Fugo takes a spoon from the drawer and fills it with the cocoa powder from the box in his hand. Narancia is licking his lips, both his favourite breakfast food and drink about to be served to him. Abbacchio lets out a chuckle he tries to hide within a cough and cocks an eyebrow at the boy on the table "just don't get in trouble. I'll be off today." Fugo returned to the table, showing interest in Abbacchio's words.He places the mug in front of Narancia, who silently looks at it, though the weight of two eyes on him make him jump up and look up, surely enough meeting Fugo's haze." Grazie" his hair is raffled and Fugo sits down next to him again, facing Abbacchio and seemingly ignoring Narancia for the rest of the conversation."Why did you not mention this yesterday ? I wanted to be informed about the details of the case." Abbacchio scuffs, shooting a glare at Narancia and he jumps up. "Well I meant to before you two got all weird on the table." Narancia's cheeks burn, the embarrassment making him shake in his boots. "I apologise for that. It was very immature on our part." and Abbacchio clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, continuing drinking his coffee unbothered "As long as you two brats don't do weird shit like that again." "I'll keep him under control" On that moment Narancia knew he was in for a torture. Fugo's hand slowly approached his thigh, and something in his touch had changed. "Narancia, how's your cocoa? You haven't touched anything yet and we need to start the lesson soon" is this a hint? Fugo was always so easy to read, though no one else seemed to agree with him on that. It was always obvious for him , how could others not see what Fugo had in his mind? This time however, he gulps as he wasn't sure how to proceed. His head is hazy and the hotness below his waist was making him dizzy. Narancia raised his hands on the table, ready to grab the mug when Fugo's voice interrupted "Don't put your elbows above the table" Fugo's hand lightly traced his thigh, and Narancia knows he will need that mug after all. Fugo waits, patiently, making goal not to move until the right moment. Narancia places his lips on the brim of the cup and feels slender fingers squeezing the skin and adding pressure on the inner thigh . Surely enough Narancia gasps in surprise, his hands shaking the mug they were holding. Thankfully he dropped nothing but that didn't mean much in what's about to come. "Is it too hot?" Narancia shakes his head, his face burning. Abbacchio had long lost interest in them, but if he were to act suspicious he'd surely throw a weird glare at their direction. Taking another sip only to lightly choke to it he looks behind him as he hears a loud humming. Fugo in spite of Mista walking up to them from behind did not budge at all. " 'morning." he stretches, yawning loudly and rubbing his eyes. Narancia freezes on the spot the moment ha felt a hand grab onto his shoulder. What's worse, Fugo had not taken his hand off his thigh, and was moving it still up and down, creeping up to his crotch but never fully touching it. "Narancia is up? If that ain't a surprise" Mista greets Fugo afterwards who had a lot to say about that, Narancia could only pay attention to half of his words though. "You're the last one to talk here Mista. You're always the one who sleeps like a log." Expressions and euphemisms were not Narancia's forte one could say, but with whatever power his brain was operating in he could tell that meant that Mista would most likely not wake up even if there was an earthquake. Mista opened the fridge, looking for breakfast as if it would magically appear in there. Fugo felt safe to proceed. He knew that from everyone in the room, Mista was the only one to always notice little things like that, for no other reason than to make a joke or stir up the pot for some drama. Fugo's hand left Narancia's thigh and at that moment Narancia missed his touch. "I'm not feeling well." Narancia starts, but with no plan as to how to continue. Fugo is smart, he can pick up whatever information Narancia gives and fix the situation to their favour. Feeling his hands tap on his elbow caused him to turn to face him. Fugo's hands were unexpectedly warm, or maybe the need for his touch made it seem like it. Soft lips touch his forehead and Narancia wished the feeling never left. "I'll bring a blanket. Maybe math can wait. Let's lay on the couch" And with that Fugo excuses himself from the table, and Narancia quickly follows, only to be interrupted by a hand on his chest. "Wait for me in the living room." Narancia gulps loudly, it's hard to move, let alone walk, but he knew Fugo already had something in mind. What a clever guy he was indeed.
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Narancia weakly sits down on the couch. He always plops down on it with all the force he could manage. Fugo's choice in furniture truly was the best. Soft and puffy pillows, but for the first time it felt like sitting on concrete. Narancia's sweating, he knows Fugo has a plan, and above all he knows he has to follow that plan to the dot. "Maybe you couldn't focus yesterday because you were coming down with something then?" Fugo's voice rings in the hallway as he comes in the living room with their biggest blanket in hand. Abbacchio was walking towards the exit, scoffing about how Narancia probably slept with the Air conditioner on, wasting electricity and getting himself sick, which wasn't far off the truth. Today was a different scenario however.Mista followed through with a cup of coffee in hand, sitting on the floor in front of the living room table. He decided that now that Narancia's sudden sickness came through, it would be the perfect opportunity for him to try to break all of Narancia's records on his video games. Normally that would stir a reaction from him, he would whine and grab the controller from Mista and argue that he shouldn't touch his games and especially his records, but currently his brain was burning up, not due to a fever or anything of the sorts, but the unexplained heat he felt coming from Fugo who set himself next to him snuggly. Narancia calls Fugo hot often, and without a fail it always embarrassed him. This time however, Narancia couldn't lace his tongue with with his usual smugness, he didn't even mutter a word. Not that he could even if he wanted to. Narancia breathes in and shifts as Fugo's arm brings him closer, sticking their bodies together under the blanket. The TV is loud, Fugo would make a complaint but this is far too perfect of an opportunity to pass it on and make this harder for himself. Mista seems occupied, already too emmersed into the game anyway, and Narancia was waiting with anticipation, his whole body stiff. He starts by tracing his arm. From shoulder to forearm and then back up. He can feel how his shoulder muscles unclench and relax, and Fugo leans down, his voice lower than a whisper, almost non existent. "Did you take it off?" Narancia feels like he got caught in a mouse trap. His shoulders jump up and his lips feel dry. "I had to use the bathroom and shower" Fugo hums in thought, his arm proceeding to trace his back, getting pass his tailbone and tracing between his cheeks with a firm finger. "And you put it back in. " He could feel his whole world under his feet crumble , this is what he knows for sure Fugo feels when Narancia talks dirty to him and when he teases him. Its making his whole face burn but all the blood seems to be making its road to his lower half. He simply nods, as words would be dangerous to get caught on one hand, impossible to utter on the other. "You're such a good boy when you want to be" all this sudden wave of confidence is unprecedented to Narancia. He never witnesses this smugness coming from Fugo, this different air in the room. It's as if Fugo doesn't have to act like all serious and collected but he could be what he definitely is currently, a horny teen. Fugo wanted to prove above all to hismelf, he can get Narancia to free hismelf and submit to him, he can keep the control too . If only Fugo can show Narancia how much be wants to love him in every way and with every way, he can too feel like he accomplished something. Plan seems to be going well for him, as Narancia waits patiently for an instruction. "Fugo" he starts off but a kiss, quiet and discreet is hushing him into silence. Narancia is definitely touch strived, as Fugo's warm hand holding his is already making him excited. Fugo brings his hand on him and leaves it in top of his crotch. Of course Fugo would be turned on. Narancia is gulping, his palm is starting to sweat and his fingers numb down. He wants to trace the shape above Fugo's pants, he wants to pull it out but the thought alone is too much. Fugo warns. Firstly because if he did it without notice Narancia's vocal reaction would be enough to make Mista turn his head. Yes, their lower halves being covered under the blanket served as somewhat of a safety net, but a suspicious move or sound could still blow it all off. That did worry Fugo, he promised himself he would take the Narancia approach and be bold but still, he needs to keep to his ways of being careful. "Narancia, my hand will go under your pants" it sounded like a statement more than a question, and Narancia's ears burned. His voice was hot, his breath was hot and now feeling a closed palm go up and down his ass, through the barrier of clothes set him fully on fire. His hand was still resting on Fugo's crotch, for which he definitely had different plans for. "Pull it out " three words whispered with an inner voice but were deafening in Narancia's ears. He gulps and with shaky hands tries to slowly undo his belt. His belt buckle clicks which freezes him in place, but turning his head to the side he realises Mista was way too focused, unhealthily so, to the screen. Narancia can feel a finger play with the flat base of the plug and it takes everything in his power not to moan. All his nerve endings are too sensitive for stimulation. Fugo notices his reaction and takes mental notes of them. He brings his hand and undoes his fly himself, leaving Narancia to pull out of his underwear his boner. Fugo breathes out on Narancia's ear, an air of confidence, and it shakes him to his core. Narancia starts stroking him under the blanket, and though he can't see, he can both feel and hear how wet it is when he pulls the skin back and forth. Fugo sighs a big chunk of air he probably forgot he held. "you always try to do these things with no shame. Why is your face so red now?" Narancia looks down, visibly sweating as Fugo continues, all under his breath. Narancia keeps stroking, steadily but Fugo seems unfazed, even when his dick is clearly showing reciprocation to the touch. "you talk about sucking me off, you talk about riding me, or about bending me against the wall." Every word seems rehearsed in his head, every line carefully picked out. Narancia on one hand feels like he's been cornered in his own game, but it feels good. It feels extremely liberating to see Fugo confident, to watch him take over and even be cocky. It's hot. Very unlike him, and something in Narancia tells him Fugo will regret that surely, but that doesn't mean he shouldn't let him enjoy himself. "Yeah, I mean, when you go off about math I just want you to shut up-" Fugo cocks an eyebrow, he knows Narancia's trying to slip in some of his usual cockiness but a tag on his plug immediately silences him. He's sweating more than usual, and he bites his lip on hopes he can silence himself and not let out any sound." Not this time." Narancia's face is burning and he knows Fugo means business. His hand ceased on the rhythm which Fugo immediately notices and he holds his hand as a gesture for him to look up. He clears his throat and though he doesn't raise his voice by a lot it's far from a whisper. "Is the fever getting higher?" For a second Narancia almost blows the whole cover by asking him what fever he's talking about, but an inner force in him zips his mouth closed. He sucks in air, Narancia can feel his fly open up and in one swift movement under the blanket his crotch is freed of his lower garment. Narancia breathes out, only to be in desperate need of air when Fugo's hand traces the tip of Narancia's dick. He taps at the slit, almost mocking how wet it is, how sticky it is to press the finger slightly on it and withdraw. Fugo takes the head in his hand and strokes him with the way only he does. Whenever Narancia jerks off on his own, he always just does the same thing as one would. But Fugo's touch is different, it's all the more powerful and definitely unique. He rotates his hand, and every few strokes makes a pause. Narancia can feel dizziness come to him and his vision becomes blurry. He's been waiting for some stimuli all night, this is however beyond what he could ever dream of. Fugo focuses on the head while prompting Narancia to stroke him back. A small peck on the lips contrasts the adorable gesture for the lewd activity under the blanket and Narancia almost gives them out, his voice cracking up. His hand is loose on Fugo, unable to focus, his strokes not following a rhythm, not even getting down to the base, but Fugo doesn't mind, not when this all shows Narancia's desperation. He knew he needed it, but his mind is going completely blank. "My head Fugo.." and Fugo ups the pace, teases the skin and locks his lips with his, making sure he wouldn't allow Mista what's only meant for Fugo to hear."you poor thing. Does your head hurt?" Narancia can hear his own dick, Fugo is making sure to keep his hand on the tip, to spread around whenever Narancia leaks. He's leaking a lot, and if he could see it he'd know for sure it was all flushed. "I know what could make it all better baby"Mista fake gags, not turning around as his eyes are glued to the TV. "oh my god this is why we call you cheese Fugo" Narancia is way too busy trying not to moan, he doesn't know if it's finally feeling Fugo's hands on him, how the plug is pressing on his insides or Fugo calling him 'baby', but his brain feels light and his heart melts."come sit on my lap" Narancia freezes. If he were to move the blanket he'd get them both in trouble. Perhaps he was safe, if it was merely for a second or two though, he'll be fine if he's quick. Before he can recklessly get up he can feel Fugo hold the blanket at a level that would block Mista's view.Lifting the blanket revealed to both of them just the effect they have on each other. Narancia feels time has stopped just so he can observe a bit how high and hard Fugo stands, how his belt and opened fly rest on his thighs and his underwear is pushed down. His own pants weren't lowered, so when he sat up on Fugo's lap, facing him, the fabric rode up his inner thighs. Mista curses, losing another life in the game and getting a game over screen shoved in his face for second time in a row.Fugo hurries up and closes the blanket over Narancia's shoulders, making sure it draped low enough to hide even Fugo's shoes. With one hand he pushes Narancia to come closer, to the point he could feel him against himself, and the other hand lightly pushes Narancia's head on his shoulder, tracing his hair. Mista turns around, frustrated and panicky. "Narancia stop being gay and tell me how you passed the level. This will be my third attempt which means my last one!" Mista blinks at Fugo hushing him, a finger raised against his lips, while his eyes darted and his head tilted towards Narancia. Mista rolled his eyes and went back to his original position, staring at the screen and muttering at his breath. The plan was to make Narancia seemingly sleep on his shoulder while facing him, when in reality, Narancia is biting his lip, hiding his face in the crook of Fugo's neck. "It's okay to whine if your head hurts Narancia" From the way an outsider would see it, that seemed considerate of Fugo, to let him know that its okay to let out his frustration from his headache, but to them both, it was clearly an invitation for something different. Fugo brings his hands and presses their dicks together. Narancia can feel his face burn, can feel how hot Fugo is, can feel how he's pulsing against him. It's not often Narancia feels this need in him, given his usual bratty attitude, but he could then and there beg Fugo to do anything to him. He lets out a whine , a deep one from the throat and Fugo kisses his cheek. "there, there." With one hand he's tapping his back, and it feels right, despite how wrong it probably was, to be in this position in the living room. Fugo's kind caressing on his back contrasted how he picked a pace to jerk them both under the blanket. Narancia can feel his vision blurring out, he feels intoxicated in the sensation and whines again, trying still to control his voice. Fugo's hand is moving with a pressure that makes Narancia's mind black out, it's overpowering him, feeling both Fugo's dick and hand on his, being held this closed and petted so kindly. "Baby, do you want to go to our room?" Fugo felt his heart filling up with his love for him, he thinks to himself this is the rewarding part, this is why he felt so attracted to this idea. He wanted to dominate him, but not so to authorise over him, but take control, and be in charge. Narancia nods frantically his head with no hesitation, his limbs obviously going numb and breathing out heavily this time. Narancia tries to bring his hands down to his pants but Fugo gets them for him. Feeling Fugo's hand push his boner in his boxers and into his pants was too much, everything felt too much and Narancia felt what Fugo was trying to do finally last night. Though he doesn't regret it at all, making Fugo sexually frustrated and teasing him with his usual bratty attitude was fun and rewarding, especially given the current circumstances. "Please Fugo. Please." Narancia was about to say please a third time but Fugo's lips interrupted him. A soft peck on the lips and Narancia forgets his words. "Mista, I'm taking Narancia to his bed so he can rest. Don't bother us." Fugo helps Narancia wrap his legs around his waist after he hastily shoves his own boner in his pants, and successfully lifts him up with the blanket still around his shoulders. Nothing would show even if it fell now, but Narancia found it warm and nice to cling to. Mista turns around a last time at their direction, wishing Narancia feels better soon. Through dry lips and foggy eyes, Narancia looks up to Fugo to meet his gaze, the words however directed to his friend playing at the video games. "I will."