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“Kokichi, stop. If anyone is going to make him confess, it’ll be me.”Kokichi slammed shut the door to his room, hands scrambling to lock it before he sunk to the floor. With the cold metal behind his head and floor supporting him, Kokichi gasped down breath, allowing himself to relax slightly. As soon as he calmed down, anger boiled in Kokichi’s gut. Just who did Shuichi think he was? Glaring at Kokichi with that expression? Calling the truth out so confidently?“Fuck,” Kokichi whispered, grappling with his pants and hastily unzipping them. His boner raised the fabric of his obnoxious underwear, creating shadows and ridges among the orange and yellow stripes. Kokichi bit his lip, gazing to the side with a certain humiliation. It wasn’t right to touch himself in a killing game. It wasn’t right to do this, it wasn’t right to be turned on by Shuichi, his ‘enemy’, of all people. Even if his lower eyelashes were handsomely long. Even if his flustered expression was positively adorable. Even if he got anxious when Kokichi cut himself during their game, and bandaged him up with shaky hands. Even then, Kokichi shouldn’t do this.To get so turned on in the middle of a class trial was mortifying. Kokichi didn’t think anyone noticed, but still, he wanted to slap Shuichi for doing that to him. He wanted to force Shuichi down and tear off his clothes animalistically, for tears to slip out of Shuichi’s eyes as Kokichi punishingly slammed into him without prep. Kokichi would tease him with empty praise, just so Shuichi knew he was mad. He’d run his hands up and down Shuichi’s body, but would refuse to touch any of Shuichi’s sensitive areas, no, Shuichi wouldn’t deserve that pleasure. Kokichi would make him orgasm from the pain of his ass alone, and even if no one else knew, Shuichi would be mortified that he’d lost his virginity to Kokichi of all people.Kokichi really, really hoped Shuichi was a virgin.Kokichi hissed as his dick gave a strong twitch, precum forming a visible dark spot on his undergarment. He couldn’t ignore the burning in his gut any longer, it was almost impossible to keep his thoughts away from the pleasurable promise that’d come from just closing his hand around his aching dick. Slowly, Kokichi stood up, erection aching from just how fucking hard he was. With a newfound sense of urgency, Kokichi grabbed a tissue box from his over cluttered room, stepping around cardboard boxes and prank supplies to his bed. Kokichi flopped down onto the bouncy mattress, staring down at his hard on and gulping nervously. Some odd fear of being caught weighed on Kokichi’s shoulders, but, reassuring himself with a glance at the locked door, Kokichi fought back his worries.A fantasy would help, Kokichi supposed, falling backwards and staring up at his ceiling. What right did Shuichi have to say something like that to him? Did he think he was in charge or something? Yeah, right. Kokichi would love nothing more than to wash that better than thou energy right down the drain of Shuichi’s mind, leave him submissive and eager to listen to each of Kokichi’s commands. Kokichi would’ve challenged him, in that trial room. Asked just who he thought he was. And Shuichi would pale, realizing his mistake. Instead of Kokichi being in his room right now, he’d be in Shuichi’s, slowly stalking in while Shuichi begged on his hands and knees for forgiveness. Kokichi would grab him by the hair, pull him up and torture him until Shuichi admitted that he’d only been so presumptuous because he wanted Kokichi to be rough, and mean. He wanted Kokichi to torture him, and fuck him till he couldn’t walk. ‘Course, Kokichi would never turn down an offer like that. No, Kokichi would make Shuichi remove all his clothes, have him shiver in the cold dorm air while helplessly waiting for Kokichi to fuck him already.Kokichi’s hand trailed down his abdomen, slipping under his boxers and teasing the base of his dick. A low groan was torn from his throat, and Kokichi promptly decided he couldn’t take the teasing of the fabric a second longer, pulling his underwear down while his length sprung out. Fuck, Kokichi couldn’t remember a single time he’d leaked this much precum before. Was Shuichi really that hot to him? …stupid question, of course he was. That fucking detective who was mighty infuriating with his sweet as sugar attitude.Maybe Kokichi would just throw Shuichi a bottle of lube, make him finger himself open in front of Kokichi for hours, till his hole was loose and Shuichi had cum from his ass alone over and over, till Shuichi’s wrist was cramping and he couldn’t move his hand any more. While Shuichi cried from the overstimulation, Kokichi would walk over, kiss his forehead softly and pull out his hand. Oh, but Shuichi would be so desperate to please him, his hand would fight its way back to his hole, too fucked out to realize Kokichi didn’t need him to keep going. Kokichi would croon at the display, and fight Shuichi’s hands back. Shuichi would be determined to obey Kokichi, till Kokichi would have to forcefully grab him and tie his wrists together with his scarf. Shuichi would whine and beg to have something inside of him, apologize for interrupting Kokichi before, pant and drool as Kokichi pulled out his erection. Yeah, that wide eyed, scared yet excited expression he’d have as he realized that Kokichi’s length was going to be buried inside of him was the best one Shuichi’s face could have.Kokichi slowly ran his fingers up his slit, trembling as more precum leaked down his length. His hands shook from anxious eroticism, and he moaned out as he closed his fist around his dick in a surge of need. Kokichi rutted into his touch, lifting a hand and scrambling to find Shuichi’s hat (which he totally hadn’t stolen from Shuichi’s room when he stopped wearing it). He pressed the rough fabric to his nose, breathing in Shuichi’s scent and imagining it was Shuichi’s head he was snuggled into, that the stray fallen hairs in the cap were still on that utterly fuckable head of his.Yeah, Shuichi would be too scared to let him fuck his ass, and would offer a blow job instead. Kokichi would lean over Shuichi’s body, which would be hunched over his dick, desperately sucking him off like there was no tomorrow. Shuichi’s mouth would be heavenly, no doubt. Warm, velvety caverns of pleasure that were Kokichi’s alone to dominate, and fuck would Kokichi dominate him. He’d throat fuck Shuichi until the detective couldn’t speak, till his words came out so raspy they were impossible to understand. Yeah, good luck trying to be a figure of authority for anyone like that, Shumai. Shuichi would glance up at him through the loud squelches and slaps, eyes watery and longing for more, more, more.Kokichi began to thrust his hand up and down, rocking his body into his palm and desperately wishing it was Shuichi’s hand instead. His sweat and precum slicked his movements, breaths slipping out in pants. Kokichi’s dick throbbed, veins beating underneath his touch and driving Kokichi insane. In some desperate craze, Kokichi whipped the hat off of his face, wrapping it around his cock instead and pounding into it, soft whimpers and groans escaping himShuichi would lap at the underside of his dick as Kokichi slammed into the back of his throat, openly crying and hating himself for finding solace in being controlled by Kokichi of all people. But when Kokichi would pull out to ask if Shuichi was okay, if he wanted to keep going, Shuichi would chase his dick, suckling all the precum out of it like it was the food of the gods. And when Kokichi warned him he was close, instead of letting him pull away, Shuichi would suck harder, wrapping his arms around Kokichi’s waist and encouraging the leader to ruin him.Shuichi’s hat beat around him, an unpleasant sensation turned orgasmic by the knowledge of just who it belonged to. Everything that was Shuichi would belong to Kokichi, he’d make sure of it. Shuichi would love him. Kokichi knew that it was wrong to think this way. Shuichi had free will, and if he truly told Kokichi to fuck off, that he was unlovable compared to someone like Shuichi, Kokichi would listen. Yet, if he didn’t act on these desires, were they wrong? If he and Shuichi remained friends, enemies, whatever they were, it didn’t matter that he would even dare to fantasize about raping him.Shuichi’s voice called out as he finished in his fantasy after Kokichi had finished down his throat, slightly raspy from the abuse, “Another round?”Suddenly, Kokichi was orgasming, a loud cry torn from his throat with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. His semen practically exploded out of him, filling Shuichi’s hat, some of the sticky white substance even landing on Kokichi’s chin.Fuck, that was the best orgasm Kokichi could ever remember having. Could he steal Shuichi’s boxers next?