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Caged Heat: Chapter 2

(A/N: Welcome to the second and last chapter of this story. This finally concludes and ends the titillating love affair between Wakasa and Takemichi. This is an AU meaning to say that the plot had diverged away from the canon and these characters are of legal age doing and engaging in adult behaviors and activities. This contains explicit sexual content. So, if this is not your cup of tea or if this makes you uncomfortable, feel free to hit the back button right there. Otherwise, if you’re fine with it and have no problems regarding this story then feel free to scroll down and continue reading. Moreover, for the sake of this fic and plot purposes, I made Wakasa’s eyes and hair highlights into the shade of violet since we didn’t get the official color scheme of Wakasa because he’s not animated yet. Lastly, enjoy this while the ride lasts.)

Their moments passed in a blur. Takemichi just found himself being pressed against the walls in a murky alley where he could see faintly the people walking along the road, completely unaware of the heated make-out session that’s been happening around them. He clung to him like a helpless kitten, the rational side of his head had melted and was now only operating on want and instinct. He felt that his body had a mind of his own and reciprocating Wakasa’s action with much fervor and enthusiasm. Takemichi tried to stifle to loud moans that were threatening to spill out from his lips as Wakasa’s fingers worked its way inside his pants and started to stroke his shaft vigorously, the last stringent of anxiety still clinging into him as he realized that they were still out in a public place and anyone could walk in on them at any moment.

Nevertheless, a dark want was climbing out of the deep recesses of his mind about the thrill of risking themselves of being revealed to the sea of crowd who’s passing them by unconsciously at the downtown of a city. It seemed that Wakasa had read his own mind and leaned closer to him, licking at the shell of his ear before he whispered darkly into him and a shiver ran down deliciously on his spine.

“You like that don’t you? Having an audience and see of how much of a hussy you get you off.”

A low groan suddenly escaped from Takemichi’s lips, reducing him into a drooling mess because of his hand that’s stroking his member rapidly and the dirty words that were redirected to him.

“A-ah… If you k-keep on doing t-that…” Takemichi moaned out weakly.

“Hm? If I keep on doing what?” Wakasa licked and nibbled at the sensitive expanse of the skin on his neck which made the blond arched slightly against him.

“I-I’m n-not going to l-last l-long…” Takemichi stammered, tears of pleasure started to gather around his eyes.

“That’s a shame because I’m not done with you yet. Don’t cum until I told you so.” Wakasa replied darkly as his penetrating gaze froze Takemichi on the spot, his heart beating wildly on his chest.

There’s a certain thrill of being commanded and dominated by that lovely voice of his.

Takemichi could only nod mutely and stared back at him with flushed cheeks and wet lips.

Wakasa withdrew his hands on his cock and flipped him over the wall, his tongue darting on the backside of his neck languorously that made Takemichi shivered in delight.

The sun was already setting and dusk started to enveloped the skyline of the city. But for the both of them trapped in this delicious heat of their libido and hot bodies against each other, the cold wind did nothing to soothe the fire that was blazing inside their hearts and traipsed under their skin.

Without any hesitations, Wakasa pulled down on his pants and after stroking himself and lined up against Takemichi’s quivering entrance before plunging in deep and hard that made the blond see stars in his line of vision.

A string of muffled moans and groans of pleasure escaped from Takemichi’s lips as Wakasa proceeded to grind and thrust harder into him.

“Fuck…! That f-feels good! F-faster!” Takemichi mewled which made the blood sing in Wakasa’s veins, unable to deny his request as he started to pound into him.

Takemichi knew that his hips and legs were going to be sore and bruised tomorrow but he didn’t care. All he wanted right now was to satisfy the itch and heat that was coursing through his body and veins and let Wakasa dominate every inch of his body roughly. A tremor shook his body when Wakasa hit his prostate repeatedly, his brain turning into a puddle of ecstasy and pleasure.

“M-more… P-please… Don’t stop…” He moaned out lecherously as tears of pleasure began streaming down his face.

Wakasa leaned down and licked his tears gently before settling on his mouth and captured it in a passionate kiss. Takemichi returned it vigorously, his mouth exploring wildly the crevices of the other which made him moaned inside his mouth. He continued pounding into him rapidly before he tore his mouth away and latched his mouth onto the crook of his neck, growling under his skin as he reached his climax and release everything into him. Takemichi shivered at the white-hot, blinding sensation that enveloped him before he also reached his peak and groaned weakly at the overwhelming sensation that coursed throughout his body.

For the next few minutes, only their ragged breathing can be heard throughout the alley and the racing of their hearts inside their chests before Wakasa started to pull away and zipped on his pants. Takemichi groaned faintly at the loss of contact before he tried to move and winced at the soreness that began to make its way over his body. Wakasa silently took out something from his pockets and gently wiped off the cum that slipped down on his thighs before he helped him in pulling up his pants and smoothing the wrinkles away of his shirt to make him at least decent and not just a hot mess that came out from having a quickie.

Takemichi was quiet at first as the mortification flooded his face after the lust and want ebbing away from his body. He looked down on the ground and was unable to look at Wakasa directly in the eye.

God, why was he reduced into a pathetic, horny teenager when he was with him? Was his sex life that nil in the past that just by seeing Wakasa made his libido shot through the roof?

“Takemichi.”

Hearing his name finally slipped past Wakasa’s lips made his thoughts came to a screeching halt and an electrifying sensation shot through his veins. The way he had said his name in a low, throaty voice of his after their make-out session was like a sweet, guilty pleasure that he wouldn’t mind repeating over and over again inside his head.

“Yeah?” He rasped out, his azure eyes locking into his dark wine orbs.

“Let’s head to my flat and talk.” Wakasa replied simply.

“Really?” Takemichi blurted out intelligently.

Wakasa shot him a deadpanned look. “I’m not some mindless animal who only thinks with their dicks involved. I can tell that you’ve got a lot of questions. And I’ll be happy to answer them.” He replied sardonically.

A faint blush coated his cheeks. “That’s not what I meant… But okay… Let’s talk…” Takemichi rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and looked away.

Wakasa resisted the urge to reach out and caressed his rosy-hued cheeks, that embarrassed look never failed to captivate and mesmerized him altogether.

Fuck.

Takemichi was bad for his heart.

He pocketed his hands inside the pouches of his jeans and walked past Takemichi who scrambled to his feet and followed him from behind. Silence engulfed them as they walked beside each other going to Wakasa’s residence. It seemed that both of them were engrossed in their own thoughts or either one of them were just scrambling for the right words to say.

They finally reached his flat and gestured for Takemichi sit on the couch which made the latter nod in silence and complied, observing his surroundings.

Wakasa sauntered over the kitchen, opening the door of his fridge to find something edible to cook and present to his guest to eat.

‘Huh? I ran out of fresh meat and vegetables? Might have to do some grocery this coming weekend.’ He thought wryly as he took some pasta and a can of corned beef before closing it.

Wakasa thought that he’ll just prepare of what is left on his place and be more resourceful about it. He took the casserole and began filling it with water before he placed it on the stove and turned it on. Putting on some teaspoon of oil into the casserole, he closed the lid and waited for it to boil. Afterwards, he put the saucepan into another stove and opened the can of corned beef and started to chopped some garlic and onions. After putting an oil to the saucepan, he sautéed the garlic and onion, the sizzling sounds and savory aroma permeated through the place, reaching the living room.

While Takemichi was observing the place in silence, he smelled the delicious aroma of the sautéed garlic and onions. Out of curiosity, he stood up and peeked silently at the other who was in the kitchen and was moving around deftly, like it was his navigated territory. It seemed like he had discovered another facet of Wakasa today. And that he was an able cook.

“20 minutes.” Wakasa’s calm voice cut off of his wandering thoughts.

“Huh?”

“After 20 minutes you can finally eat.” Wakasa clarified after he put the pasta into the casserole of boiling water and turned back to him with a smug smile on his face.

It made Takemichi’s heart skipped a beat. Wakasa doesn’t smile that often since his usual default facial expression was either an apathetic look or quiet annoyance marring his face. But when he did smile, it made his features more youthful, open, and captivating. Not that he wasn’t beautiful to begin with. In fact, he deemed that Wakasa was gorgeous regardless of what expression he was sporting at. It’s just that it’s more magnified and stunning when his lips pulled upwards into a tantalizing smile.

“That fast?” Takemichi quickly answered before the other found out that he was staring at him again. He didn’t want a repeat of his embarrassment of being caught red-handed by him again.

“If you live alone, you gotta be fast and resourceful.” Wakasa simply replied before he turned his attention back again to what he was cooking and turned off the stove where the casserole was sitting at and carried it out with his mitten-covered hands and started to tap the water out from the pasta by putting it into the strainer.

Takemichi then proceeded to sit in one of the available chairs at the dining table and watched Wakasa’s movements with rapt attention and silence. Aside from being great at sex and cooking, what else can he do? He fought back the blush that was threatening to spread across his face. What the fuck? He didn’t like where his thoughts were going and he deemed himself as not being a perverted person. He was starting to feel disgusted with himself.

As Takemichi was having an internal crisis of being aroused and disgusted with himself at the same time, a bowl was placed into the middle of the table which caught his attention and his eyes met an appetizing sight of a pasta slathered in corned beef and cream. It made his mouth water and suddenly grew hungry. Wakasa placed a clean plate and utensils in front of him before he sat on the opposite side of him.

“Now eat.” He said tersely.

Takemichi quickly muttered a prayer before he scooped some pasta into his place and dig in. Upon tasting the pasta, bursts of delectable tastes and tangy flavors exploded inside his mouth that made him moan out in delight.

He fucking moaned.

In front of him.

He belatedly realized on this and mortification flooded his face, feeling his cheeks hot all of a sudden. He couldn’t look at Wakasa in the eye but he swore that he could feel his eyes staring at him intently.

God, he can’t stop embarrassing himself in front of this guy.

“Was it good?” Wakasa finally asked that made him stop and looked up at him again after swallowing back down the food.

“Huh?”

“The pasta Takemichi. Did it suit your tastes?”

“It’s goddamn delicious!” He exclaimed before he suddenly grew shy again and cast him an apologetic look.

A slight chuckle slipped past Wakasa’s lips at his instinctive yet genuine response, enjoying Takemichi’s zealousness and simplicity.

“Well have some more then. Don’t want to have my guest starving.” Wakasa put some more pasta into Takemichi’s plate before turning to his attention to his own plate and bringing some food into it. He tried to focus on eating his pasta but Wakasa couldn’t help himself as he sneaked some subtle glances to the blond who was eating with much gusto and holding a reverential look on his face as if he was tasting the holy grail of a dish.

It did silly things to his heart and he swore that he felt his pulse skyrocket at the notion of Takemichi admiring him and his skills of some sort.

Meanwhile, Takemichi kept his focus on the food and tried to ignore the blunder he had made earlier and the wild stuttering of his heart inside his chest. It was true that Wakasa could cook like a pro and he would gladly go to heaven after this hearty meal but he doesn’t want to be derailed and needed to get to the heart of the matter.

They needed to talk. Properly.

Even with the nervousness still clouding his veins, Takemichi swallowed back his nerves and braced himself. He quickly finished his meal and finally looked at Wakasa on the eye.

“Can we talk right now?” He inwardly congratulated himself for keeping his voice even and calm despite his heart that’s almost going to leap out of his throat.

Wakasa swallowed down the pasta and stared right back at him with a blank expression on his face. “Seems that you don’t waste time. Okay. We can talk right now.” He replied dispassionately.

The way it sounded was like an impersonal, businesslike deal that they’re talking about. Takemichi still thought about how Wakasa can be like that. He was a passionate, fiery lover earlier. But now he was a wall of glacial ice and impenetrable walls at the next part.

He was like dealing with a hot and cold person sometimes.

Takemichi tried not to let that threw him off at the abrupt change of the other’s tone and gears. “What are we exactly…? And what do you want from me aside from…” He trailed off as a faint blush marred his cheeks as he couldn’t get the words right out of his mouth.

“A quick fuck?” Wakasa supplied for him easily which made the blond sputtered.

“H-hey…!”

“Look Takemichi. Reason I invited you here is to let you know of how great we are together in bed and I don’t want to ruin that by some misunderstanding or miscommunication. So, I’m laying it out on the table if you’re open to no strings attached kinda relationship. That way we don’t have a responsibility towards each other than to have sex when we need it.” Wakasa replied bluntly.

Takemichi was speechless on how straightforward and direct he was at his intentions. He was not mincing on his words. While he appreciated the fact that he was honest with what he wants, another part of him couldn’t help but grimace at how callous it sounded, like they’re just talking about the weather on a casual basis.

“Oh.” Was all he could say.

“Oh?” Wakasa repeated with an arched brow. “You don’t want this kind of setup? I mean you can tell me and I’ll be cool with it so that we don’t have to waste our time with each other.” Wakasa added, perfectly hiding the twinge of disappointment at the mere possibility of Takemichi rejecting his offer.

“N-no! I’m just surprised that’s all.” Takemichi replied weakly. It may be true that Takemichi was captivated by Wakasa on their first explosive meeting together and he couldn’t help the pull of physical attraction and lust whenever they meet together. But was it enough to have a relationship with him? Wakasa was just laying out the facts right in front of him. Being in a serious relationship was a big responsibility and he wasn’t even sure if he was ready for that. Nor Wakasa for that matter. Takemichi was still a bit confused and bewildered of what he felt towards him and it doesn’t help that his heart was doing a weird somersault inside his chest whenever he was near him.

But one thing is for sure. He can’t deny the sexual attraction that he felt for Wakasa. He can’t be a hypocrite right now and flat out reject his proposition where he also found the offer very tempting.

Wakasa just looked at him in silence, prompting him to continue as he sensed that he’s going to say something.

“I accept…” Takemichi muttered, his voice growing faint and small.

Wakasa blinked a few times. He was sure that the blond would reject his offer seeing the surprised yet conflicted expression on his face. He doesn’t strike him as the type of a person who’ll just be okay with a casual relationship with one another and deemed him as an awkward yet serious kind of a guy when it came to certain things in life. Wakasa was the one who was surprised. In a good way.

He shot him a lopsided grin. “I see. So, you’re okay with it then? You’re ballsy and you know your own game.”

“Shut up. Stop teasing me damn it. Your words just made sense to me and it wasn’t that bad.” Takemichi mumbled as he looked away from him as he could feel the mortification flooding his cheeks again.

“Are you that easy to fluster? That’s kinda cute Mitchy.” Wakasa couldn’t help the teasing lilt to his voice coated over his words.

Takemichi bit his lip as he could feel his entire face growing hotter and mortified at this point. “Whatever. If you’re done with that. I’ll wait for you at the couch.” He stood up and went to the living room. He could hear Wakasa’s faint snickers from the background.

Takemichi plopped himself on his couch and just stared right through the small windows ahead of him, his heart was beating wildly inside his chest and his cheeks was still burning in mortification. He knew himself that he’s a clumsy, awkward, and walking disaster of shyness and embarrassment. But when he was with Wakasa it was on an entirely different matter. The guy knew what to say or do to make him lose his composure and just reduced him into a blushing, stuttering mess. It doesn’t help that he possessed those dark, amethyst eyes that bored right through his soul.

He knew that when he stared at those intense eyes, he could never deny him of anything.

He was royally fuck up.

Takemichi was still on his reverie when he felt the side of the couch dip that caught his attention and glanced at the side to see Wakasa sitting right beside him with a casual expression on his face.

“Wanna watch something together?” He asked nonchalantly as pressed on the button from the remote that he was holding and the TV went to life.

“Uhm, okay sure.” Takemichi replied quietly, growing damn shy again when he was in his presence. Why was he being like this? They practically had sex thrice now and he was still acting like a virgin, wallflower in front of him! He didn’t know whether to be angry or pity himself because of how embarrassing he was.

Nonetheless, Wakasa seemed unperturbed by his behavior and just kept scrolling through the channels until it landed on a random action movie in the midst of a car chase scene. For the next few minutes, everything was silent as both of their attention was now glued on the screen and watching the climactic scenes of the movie until it was over and it’s replaced by the usual dialogue of the actors in the hospital.

Takemichi kept his attention to the screen even though he was slowly growing bored and losing focus since Wakasa scooted closer to him that almost invaded his personal space and placed his hand on his thigh which made him caught his breath in his throat.

“What’re you doing?” Takemichi finally turned to face and gazed at him in half bewilderment and half excitement.

“I wanna kiss you.” Wakasa replied with a straight face.

Takemichi almost choked on his spit. “W-what? R-really?” He stammered.

“Yes really. I’m bored of the movie now and to be honest with you I just wanna kiss and fuck you again until you forget your name the next day. Can I do that?” Wakasa asked simply.

Takemichi would’ve laughed at his usual bluntness but it only turned him on and stirred something from within him. Instead of answering him, he took the initiative and climbed on his lap, grabbing the lapels of his shirt and crushed his lips against him in a searing kiss as a response.

Wakasa was surprised yet once again at the other male because of his spontaneity and boldness but welcomed his actions enthusiastically, settling his hands to his hips and gripped it tightly to kept him in place. Wakasa returned his kiss fervently, his tongue fighting for dominance against the other wildly.

Even though Takemichi struggled to kept his dominion towards the other, he was quickly losing control as Wakasa ground against him teasingly which made him gasped and moaned inside his mouth to which the other took advantage of and plundered the insides of his mouth hotly. Drool started to trickle down their lips as Takemichi was reduced into a puddle of mess, mewling and shaking like a leaf against his arms.

Wakasa grew impatient before he tore his lips away from him and broke off their kiss to undress him and take off his shirt, throwing it carelessly somewhere on the ground. He didn’t waste his time as his mouth latched into one of his nipples and nibbled and sucked eagerly on the sensitive nub which made the blond arched and moaned wantonly against him.

“W-wakasa…! T-that’s…” His words came out as a stuttering cry of pleasure which made the other more aroused and turned on.

“Hmm?” He shot him a brief, lustful gaze before he turned his attention back to his chest where he peppered it with kisses and love bites.

Before Takemichi could get drunk and be lost on the storm of passion and lust again, he struggled to put his hands on his shoulders and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“S-stop…” He mumbled weakly.

That seemed to get Wakasa’s full attention and faced him with a puzzled look despite the pleasure clouding his eyes and senses.

“Something bothering you?” He asked throatily.

It took some willpower not to throw himself into Wakasa’s arms again and let him do what he wanted to do with him. Despite their rendezvous together, the other always took the lead and charge. He wanted to spice things up and be the one pleasuring him instead to pay him for his efforts and skills in the past.

“I want to suck you off.” His face was beet red as he said this honestly while staring back at Wakasa’s face fully.

Wakasa just stared at him intently for the next few seconds which made Takemichi fidget under his silent scrutiny and gaze. Did he overdo it? Was Wakasa disgusted by what he—

“I’d like that.”

His simple affirmation cut off his anxious thoughts and made him smile shyly at the other.

“If you’re ballsy enough to say it then I guess you can do it.” Wakasa added as he licked his lips slowly in front of him.

It made Takemichi gulped and his heart raced inside his chest but he couldn’t back out now. Besides the mere thought of sucking him off invaded his mind and thoughts, making him hornier than usual. He proceeded to pushed him gently on the couch and hovered over him. He didn’t waste his time as he quickly unbuckled his pants and took them off. Takemichi didn’t linger on it for too long or he will lose a nerve. He immediately discarded his boxers and it revealed his cock which was heavy with arousal and was already leaking with a precum. It made his mouth water at the sight.

Wakasa was eyeing him silently but there was a tint of anticipation and eagerness of what he was about to do next.

Even though this was the first time that he’ll be doing it, Takemichi has a vague memory on how to do it. From the playboy magazines and X-rated movies that he read and watched, his mind had mapped out and stored the necessary movements and actions at the back of his head where he can retrieved it when the time has come to finally use it.

Just like now.

Takemichi started running up his hands up and down his thighs, petting his cock leisurely and did some manipulation with his hand, squeezing it a bit and feeling it as the blood flow starts to get going. A heady sensation began coursing through Wakasa’s veins and his hands fisted through his flaxen locks idly as he let out a low groan.

His positive reaction spurred Takemichi on and he quickly switched up his techniques to make it more exciting. He began lubricating his cock with his spit, his index finger flicking through its tip teasingly before giving it a few, swift strokes that made Wakasa catch his breath and let out a grunt.

“Fuck.” It came out as a low, throaty growl and he instinctively tightened his hold into Takemichi’s locks which sent the other into a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Without any warning or hesitations, Takemichi’s mouth took his member enthusiastically in one go. The warm sensation of his mouth enveloping his eager cock made the other shudder and let out a breathy moan of delight.

Takemichi paused for a few seconds, his mouth adjusting to the shape and size of his shaft. Fuck. He’s well endowed in this area. But not that Takemichi can’t handle on. Afterward, he closed his lips around his cock and began sliding it out of his mouth and take his tongue, and ran it along the ridged tip of his cock. He started using both of his hands along with his mouth while rubbing his balls eagerly.

For the next few seconds, the room was filled with lecherous moans, gurgling sounds, and grunts of pleasure that resonated within the walls of his flat. Wakasa had an inkling that he might get knocks of complaints from his fellow tenants once again. But he didn’t care. The one thing that he could focus on right now was the man sucking off his dick like there’s no tomorrow.

“Damn Mitchy. You’ve got a talented mouth and hands.” He groaned out.

Takemichi paused and looked up at him with his eyes blown wide with lust and his red mouth glistening with spit and precum.

“They don’t call it a job for nothing, Wakasa-kun.” He replied with a saucy grin on his lips before he resumed on his work and began sucking him off deeply. He wrapped both of his hands at the base of his shaft and began moving them up and down while his cock was inside his warm mouth.

Takemichi began to lose himself at the addicting sensation and ecstasy of his member inside his mouth and started bobbing up his head and down rapidly. His eyes started to water but he took it like a champ and deep throated him roughly. He could feel Wakasa’s grip on his locks tightened a bit more and was shoving his cock into his mouth which he accepted eagerly.

“Fuck Takemichi. I’m going to cum if you keep on doing that.” He growled out to which the blond only hummed in response and didn’t decrease his motions, continuing to deep throat him with a blinding speed.

In the midst of his eager actions, a hot, sticky sensation suddenly flooded his mouth and made his vision go white for a few seconds, feeling his pulsating cock reached its climax and released everything into him like a gush of a waterfall.

Takemichi tried not to let his cum settled for too long inside his mouth and swallowed it quickly like a shot of tequila after letting go of his cock. Before Takemichi could even catch his breath, Wakasa grabbed his wrist and suddenly pulled him towards his direction and crushed his lips against his own in a wild kiss. It made Takemichi moaned inside his mouth as he tried to return his kiss ardently and followed his quick motions, drooling slightly.

“Fuck. That was hot.” Wakasa mumbled hotly against his lips as he tasted himself.

After a few more passionate kisses, Takemichi finally broke from it to catch his breath.

“I’m glad you like it.” He sported a shy smile to his face and Wakasa was thinking about how he could still look like that. He was wild and bold earlier but now he reverted back to his awkward yet adorable self. But he still looked sexy doing it. It should be a crime.

Wakasa noticed the tent on his pants and he smirked. “Oh. Looks like we also have to take care of yours too Mitchy.” He sang as he effortlessly flipped them both over with Takemichi now lying under him on the couch.

A slight squeal escaped from the blond’s lips at his sudden actions, eyes wide as saucers. But his surprise quickly melted into a fit of lust and passion as Wakasa’s hand wandered eagerly on his chest and gave his nipples a teasing pinch and squeeze while his other hand had taken off his pants and boxers, discarding them carelessly somewhere on the ground. He tried to muffle his moans by covering his mouth as Wakasa leaned down and started to let his tongue wandered around his torso teasingly.

His gaze flicked over Takemichi’s. “Don’t. I want to hear you.”

“But your neighbors…” He replied weakly.

“It’s too late for that now isn’t it?” There was an amuse lilt to Wakasa’s voice as he shot him a playful wink before one of his hands had reached out to Takemichi’s hand that was covering his mouth and pried it off.

It fully revealed Takemichi’s flushed face, red mouth that was glistening with his drool, and eyes that were heavily clouded with lust and ecstasy. It made something inside of Wakasa snap. He can’t wait to break and devour him all by himself.

He looked down and resumed on what he was doing, kissing, nibbling, and licking the sensitive flesh and skin along Takemichi’s torso which made the blond shiver and groaned out in delight. He grew bolder and reckless as his hot and eager mouth trailed downwards, kissing along his hipbones until it landed on his thigh. He gave it a teasing lick before he bit on the skin lazily which made the other trembled slightly on his arms. He could feel his scalp being tugged on as the blond had fisted on his locks.

A wave of pleasure and pain had hit him simultaneously which made him grunt in ecstasy before his eyes trained on the other’s member which was now stood erect and glistening at its tip. It made Wakasa licked his lips slowly before his tongue darted out and licked at the stripe teasingly. He could hear the low moans slipping from Takemichi’s lips and it spurred him on, his thumb flicking at the tip lazily which made the other pulled harder on his hair. It made Wakasa’s blood sing on his veins before his mouth took all of him eagerly, his tongue snaking inside his aching cock with much gusto.

“D-damn… That feels g-good…” Takemichi gasped out as his heartbeat wildly inside his chest when he felt the warmness of his mouth enveloping him inside, his mind blanking out blissfully for a second.

Wakasa’s eyes glinted at his response before he started his own pace, his head started bobbing up and down beneath him. His movements started out as slow and teasing until it increased in tempo making his mouth ran rapidly and harder against his throbbing cock. Takemichi’s body was moving on its own accord and reacted instinctively, thrusting more into Wakasa’s mouth in response to the other man’s enthusiasm in sucking his dick.

It’s a good thing that Wakasa has a better gag reflex hence he was able to take all of it in stride without even choking. His hands caressed around his torso before going down on his thighs and gave it an experimental squeeze which made Takemichi let out a choked moan and arched against him in ecstasy.

“I… I’m gonna…!” Takemichi groaned out, drool slipping past his lips.

It made Wakasa more enthusiastic and eager, wanting the other to reach his own peak and pleasure.

‘C’mon…’ Wakasa thought determinedly as he deep throats him faster, his tongue lavished around the sensitive seams of his cock inside. With a visible tremor wracking around the blond’s body, he eventually reached his climax and spilled his hot seed into the other’s mouth which made the other catch it zealously, not letting a single drop escaped on the ground. Wakasa released his shaft with a resounding pop and swallowed everything in one go, his tongue darting out afterward and licked at the side of his mouth languidly.

Takemichi could only stare at him, completely mesmerized at Wakasa’s red mouth which was wet with spit and his cum and his heliotrope eyes grew darker with lust and pleasure. He tried to catch his breath before speaking again.

“I… That’s… Damn… I think you literally fucked my brains out on this one.” Takemichi blurted out, his face feeling hot all of a sudden on how he said that without any filter at all. His body was still in a tingling sensation after that mind-blowing experience.

Wakasa laughed throatily before he suddenly grabbed him and rolled them over to the ground which made Takemichi yelped embarrassingly.

“W-what was that for?!” The blond complained staring up at him with wide eyes.

Wakasa smirked deviously in response as he trailed his finger lazily along Takemichi’s chest.

He swallowed thickly as he stared into the deep, pools of Wakasa’s eyes that were both dangerous and captivating at the same time. Was this man for real?

But Takemichi couldn’t deny himself that his body grew excited again and his cock jumping out again in response to the other’s insinuation and seduction. Maybe there was something on his face or even in his own gaze that made Wakasa suddenly leaned down on him and captured his lips in a ferocious kiss and didn’t wait for his response.

And throughout the night they’re both insatiable with each other, filling the room with the smell of sex and their cries of pleasure.

Chifuyu had rolled down the rolling door of the café and put a padlock on it afterward. He then stood up and dusted himself off. The orangey hues from the sky started to spread around the city, signaling for the day that was about to end and dusk would come soon afterward. Earlier, he was actually tempted to follow Takemichi on where he was going.

He was definitely hiding something.

However, against his better judgment, he left him be. For sure, Takemichi has his own reasons, and sooner or later he would tell him what was that all about soon. He trusted his friend enough to deal with whatever he’s facing right now.

Chifuyu sighed and put his hands deep into his pockets before he started to walk away from the café, looking straight ahead as he moved forward along the street. His curious mind and thoughts started to wander and he can’t deny that Takemichi and that previous customer that they have inside had something to do with it. The blond was acting like a poor, hot mess in front of that customer who had that shimmering violet highlights on his hair. And he goes by the name of ‘Wakasa.’

It's obvious to see that there was something going on between Takemichi and the mysterious customer lounging on their area a while ago although it wouldn’t show on the latter since he perfectly treated Takemichi like a normal stranger and an ordinary barista basing on his indifference and placid expressions thrown at him earlier. It was Takemichi who had struggled to keep his own composure with that mortification flooding his expressive face and that genuine surprise coloring his tone and voice despite spouting some inane shit of customer service at him.

He finally reached his residence and paused, looking contemplatively at the interior of his house. He grunted and shook his head faintly. There were still questions running inside his head but it can definitely wait until tomorrow since Takemichi had promised to treat him out after their shift at the ramen place nearby the city that he’s talking about. He can wait until tomorrow. Besides he knew how the blond was adamant about keeping onto his promises. He was one of the people he knew who possessed a large amount of guilt and active tear ducts whenever he broke them. His firm morality was both his strength and weakness at the same time ironically.

Chifuyu entered inside his house and prepared food for his cats who greeted him sweetly in the doorway.

Yep, tonight was his usual rest day after all.

The loud claps of the thunderclouds resonated outside and the brief but sharp flash of white lightning glinted across the windows of the living room. Senju draped herself on the couch as she nibbled on the ice cream on the cone that she was holding in her right hand.

“It’s a good thing that we discontinued our plans of going to the beach this weekend. There’s heavy rainfall outside. I heard from the news that there’s going to be a typhoon soon. I’ve always hated this kind of weather and stuff.” Senju commented as she stared at the pelts of rainfall clashing through the windowsill.

“I guess it’s one of those days that we gotta thank Wakasa for changing his mind and bailing out of our plans for the weekend because of his usual grumpiness and boredom. He’s not very keen on outings ya know.” Benkei grunted as he was watching some random sports show about football while munching on some potato chips.

Takeomi could only hum in response as he carefully carried the mug of coffee between his lips.

“Speaking of Wakasa, don’t you think that he’s being weird these days?” Senju cocked an eyebrow.

“Whaddaya mean? He’s always been a weirdo most of the time. That’s why people are intimidated by him as always.” Benkei snorted.

“Not that you idiot.” Senju rolled her eyes. “What I mean is something has been occupying his mind these past few days. He wasn’t usually late to the meetings or come in unprepared. Wakasa has always been one of the sharpest and observant members of our group despite his off-putting attitude sometimes. So, making Takeomi actually called his ass to attend our scheduled meeting and hearing that lame excuse of I actually forgot? Something weird has been going on with that dude.” Senju added, folding her arms across her chest.

“So, you’ve noticed it too huh?” Takeomi stared at her inquisitively.

“I’m not an oblivious dolt like Benkei over here,” Senju replied offhandedly which earned an indignant yelp from the other in the background.

“What do you mean by that?!” Benkei’s voice was muffled by the chips on his mouth.

“Swallow the food down on your mouth before speaking,” Senju replied with a straight face.

Akashi sipped again on his coffee before settling it back to the table carefully. “Hmm. Maybe he’s busy with something. Or with someone rather.” Takeomi replied idly.

His words caught Senju’s attention and settled her eyes on him with a narrowed gaze. “There is something or someone worthy of his attention that broke his usual routine of indifference and apathetic attitude towards almost everything?”

“Wakasa actually gives a shit about something?” Benkei piped up after swallowing the bag of chips into his mouth.

“I can’t say for sure but remembered the time after we got wasted in that bar and he suddenly disappeared right before us and we haven’t heard from him over the weekend only to turned up late into the meeting after I reminded him over the call? That’s rather telling.” Takeomi said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“So, you mean he found someone already? Like a new flavor of the month?” Senju finished her ice cream and swallowed the tip of the cone afterward.

“Don’t make it sound like he’s a player or some shit. The only thing going for him is his looks since he didn’t exactly possess a stellar personality and social skills.” Benkei grumbled.

“Hm.” Senju tapped her chin idly. “I’m curious to meet this person.”

Akashi watched her curious and thoughtful face. When there’s an idea forming inside her head, it’s difficult to stop her from doing what she wants. Despite being his older brother, Senju’s a force to be reckoned with sometimes. And she can be really stubborn and insistent.

He could only sigh in defeat. Takeomi knew where this was going.

“I’ll definitely meet this person! It’s not easy to catch the full attention of our grumpy member so it got my head spinning on this mysterious person. They must be really interesting.” Senju added with a bit of enthusiasm lacing her voice.

And this was one of those ordinary days that Takeomi grew another headache at his sister’s antics.

The woman at the counter took out her sunglasses and stared at the menu casually behind Takemichi before proceeding to order. “I’ll have a Java Chip Frappe venti and a slice of blueberry cheesecake.”

“Got it, ma’am. That’d be ¥ 750.” Takemichi punched the codes on the machine before it opened and took the bills from her and gave her the change and the receipt.

“What’d be the name ma’am?” He asked as he took the cup and pen from the board.

“Just Lily will do thanks.”

Takemichi nodded before the woman left and took an available seat on the front. He finished writing her name on the cup before he went through the backdoor and greeted Chifuyu who was busy preparing some earlier orders that day.

“Java Chip Frappe for Lily and an additional slice of blueberry cheesecake Chifuyu.”

“Got it, partner.” Chifuyu put the finished orders on the tray and handed it to him to which Takemichi took it gladly.

Just as he was about to leave Chifuyu’s next words made him paused for a second.

“Hey, don’t forget later at that ramen place I’m telling you. You still owe me that one Takemichi.”

He didn’t turn around so that Chifuyu wouldn’t see the look on his face as he fucking remembered something again with Wakasa that made his cheeks flushed and his body hot all over again. Right. He still owed Chifuyu of that treatment to the ramen place that he was talking about and of course that juicy news about his personal life that the other was pestering on him about.

“Of course, I didn’t forget that dumbass. I ain’t that old you know.” Takemichi grumbled to hide his own mortification and went out of the room quickly, not waiting for the other’s response.

He needed to brace himself on how he’s gonna tell Chifuyu later on what he had been doing currently on his boring life. Which was not so boring anymore considering that he got himself a gorgeous guy as a fuck buddy temporarily.

Takemichi heaved a deep breath as he tried to calm his frayed nerves and the wild beating of his heart inside his chest. He needed to clear his mind and focused on what he was doing at the moment. He was still at work and he had to be attentive and professional lest he doesn’t want to be berated by their manager again for spacing out like an idiot in the past. His ‘important talk’ with Chifuyu about Wakasa would have to wait until their shift was over. Hence, in the end, they spent the whole day being busy and tending to their customers as usual seeing that the café was at always its peak during the morning and lunch break every weekday.

Takemichi finally put the remaining cup inside their cupboards when they’ve reached the end of their shift and he let out a satisfied hum. ‘Finally. Work’s over.’ He thought happily as he slung his backpack into his right shoulder and punched out at their attendance monitoring system.

As he was already beginning to head out of the counter, an arm suddenly slung all over his shoulder which made him almost yelped out of surprise. Turning around, he saw the grinning face of Chifuyu behind him.

“Well, partner let’s head now to that ramen place quickly before we lose some available seats!” Chifuyu enthused.

“Stop giving me a heart attack Chifuyu! And it’s basically a few blocks away from the café. I don’t think we’re going to lose some seats that quickly.” Takemichi grumbled as he lets Chifuyu bulldozed him out of the café.

“You never know partner. It’s one of the best ramen places here in the city so people tend to flock to it, especially after working hours. So, c’mon now!” Chifuyu pulled on his wrist after locking the café and ran towards the street with Takemichi running from behind him.

“Oi slow down will you!” Takemichi shouted but it fell into a deaf ear as the other had to keep on running excitedly into the ramen shop until they reached that place within a few minutes.

“Let’s take a seat over there in the middle. It’s still available.” Chifuyu said as he pulled along Takemichi inside while the other was still catching his breath.

“Don’t do that again,” Takemichi grunted as he glared at him without any heat behind it and just slumped down at the seat.

“You need to exercise more often Takemichi if that shit, we did earlier already worn you down. Your stamina is growing stale because of your sedentary lifestyle.” Chifuyu snorted when a waitress went to their spot and gathered their orders.

Takemichi let the other ordered for him as he knew that the other came here more often than not and knew the best foods to order at this place.

After the waitress had successfully gathered their orders, she went away from their table.

That’s when Chifuyu started to run his mouth and asked what’s been on his mind lately.

“So, who is it?” He asked seriously.

“What?” Takemichi looked confused for a moment.

“Your boyfriend Takemichi.” Chifuyu replied with an arched brow. “The one who’s been occupying your mind lately. And don’t even deny it partner. You got this look that screams I’m into someone very badly.” He added.

Upon hearing his words, Takemichi sputtered and his face burned in mortification. He broke his eye contact and looked away.

“T-that’s…! You’ve got it all wrong Chifuyu!” He exclaimed all of a sudden.

“Oh really?” Chifuyu crossed his arms over his chest as he looked at Takemichi unimpressed. “Cause right now that doesn’t seem to be it. At first, I thought that maybe some serious shit is actually bothering you like stress or what. But one day, when I saw you with that customer with long hair and violet highlights and you’re acting like some blushing, shy teenager in front of him. And the way you’ve talked with each other… The only thing I could think of is that both of you had something going on and maybe you’re boyfriends or some sort. Now tell me I’m the wrong partner.” He added.

‘Damn his observational skills sometimes. It’s both blessing and a curse.’Takemichi thought with wide eyes. He almost got it right except for that one part cause it’s never going to be true either way anyway.

Takemichi was about to respond when the waitress came back again wheeling the tray containing their orders. They both waited for her to finish putting the ramen into their table before leaving them again.

The blond heaved out a deep breath before bracing himself, looking Chifuyu again directly into his eyes even though the flush on his cheeks was still visible due to his mortification earlier.

“You’re right about almost everything. Except for the boyfriend part. Because he’s just my fuck buddy that’s all. I’ve gotten myself into a no strings attached relationship kinda thing recently.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

“What?” Chifuyu blinked a few times, trying to digest his answer.

Takemichi then told him of the events on how he met Wakasa at the bar during the other week and how they ended up fucking each other whenever they meet. He took out the raunchy details of their rendezvous and just focused on the summarized parts of the story since he didn’t see the point of telling that to him and bringing out too much information and how they basically ended up in their current casual set up of having no responsibility towards each other except for the booty call whenever they feel the need to do it. Chifuyu listened to his tale with rapt attention yet a thoughtful look on his face, not bothering to interrupt him and even let him finished until the end.

“So, there you have it. That’s how we basically met and how did it go from here.” Takemichi sighed before he took the chopsticks and muttered a quick prayer, eating the ramen with much gusto afterward.

“A no strings attached relationship huh?” Chifuyu hummed under his breath before he followed suit and started to eat his ramen. “But are you really fine with it Takemichi?” He asked after swallowing down his food.

“What do you mean I’m fine with it? I’m not going to agree with the setup if I’m not don’t you think?” Takemichi replied with a furrowed brow.

“I mean yeah… I get what you mean but… knowing how can you get emotionally attached with someone Takemichi, I’m not sure if a casual booty call is the right thing for you. This Wakasa guy seemed fantastic but from what can I tell from the story you’ve told me is he knows how this works and he’s not a neophyte in this area. I just don’t wanna get you hurt in the long run considering that you already have feelings for him.” Chifuyu answered sincerely.

Takemichi paused and stared at him wide-eyed. “Hey! What do you take me for? I’m not some fragile little thing that needs to be reminded of and be protected! I know what I’m doing Chifuyu. I’m 26 years old! I can handle this kind of shit after all. Also, what made you think that I already have feelings for this guy? He’s just my fuck buddy. Nothing more, nothing less.” He emphasized his last words.

“Takemichi you’re pretty damn obvious back there at the café.” Chifuyu deadpanned before sighing deeply. “I guess when you say that, then I have to stop treating you like a child and see you as an adult. But it’s kinda hard sometimes partner when you’re just goddamn impulsive, reckless, and highly emotional sometimes.” He grimaced.

“Shut up you, dumbass!” Takemichi grumbled as he shoved more ramen into his mouth, a sour expression on his face. While it was true that he can be excessively spontaneous and hasty in his decisions sometimes, his gut instincts usually led him to the right places or to the right people even if his partner would beg to differ on the matter since he also witnessed how can his careless actions landed him on unlucky situations on an occasional basis.

“But if he makes you cry in the long run, don’t go on weeping on my shoulders because I’ll tell you I told you so.” Chifuyu smiled cheekily at him.

Takemichi swallowed down his food before answering again. “Of course not! And why would I do that?” He denied vehemently.

It made Chifuyu chortled heartily, shaking his head fondly. “Nah. Just kidding. But your face looks hilarious. I’m your best friend Takemitchy so whenever someone hurts you tell me and I’ll beat the shit out of ‘em.”

“God, you’re fucking corny sometimes.” Takemichi looked down at his food again, unable to meet Chifuyu’s sincere eyes and smile without making his eyes water a little.

He’s just damn lucky to have a loyal best friend like him after all.

A few weeks had passed again before Takemichi and Wakasa had met up once again.

Sometimes they’d meet up in one of the random places in downtown. Like in a store, diner, park or even at that bar where they first met ages ago. But it would still end up in one result at the end: both of them hooking up with each other and just having sex in the confines of Wakasa’s flat or in a motel throughout the whole day.

Every day, every week, every month that passed them by felt like an eternity whenever they got to meet each other again. It’s only the barest of his touch and that fleeting, smoldering gaze thrown in his direction that made his defenses came crashing down and succumbed to the whispers of his traitorous heart and body.

Takemichi as Wakasa had discovered, was a person who can be please with simple things. In short, a low-maintenance person. Even though the blond was prone to overreacting and a sudden burst of shyness would engulf him afterward, it never failed to amuse and mesmerized him most of the time since he saw it as a genuine reaction to his teasing and the occasional outburst of deadpan bluntness. Most of the people he knew and met in his life always displayed a false sense of coyness just to gratify someone and make good use of it for their image which instantly made his grumpiness show beneath his cloak of indifference and dispassionate attitude.

With Takemichi, he’d just take it in stride. The blond was now used to his taciturn and coldness sometimes and wouldn’t force himself to engage in a small, meaningless talk just to fill in the silence between the two of them. Nevertheless, there was something entertaining yet charming about Takemichi just randomly saying things after the heat of their night together.

“A lot of people might get this misconstrued about me, but I actually hate pineapples in a pizza.” Takemichi casually stated as he stared at the ceiling while lying beside Wakasa with nothing on but a thick blanket covering their naked bodies.

It was already 2 AM and they just finished another round of sex which to be honest they had seemingly lost on the count.

“Hm?” Wakasa glanced at him lazily but there was a curious glint around his eyes. “Why?”

“I just don’t like the taste I guess…” Takemichi mused. “Most of the people thought that I like eating it. Heck, a lot of people thought that I like a lot of the usual things and stuff. They’re just surprised one day when I told them that I really don’t. Maybe it just goes to show how basic I am to their eyes.” Takemichi added with a peal of slight laughter leaving his lips.

“Didn’t know that you have a self-deprecating humor sometimes Mitchy.” Wakasa commented idly.

A soft chuckle slipped past his lips as he glanced at him in slight amusement. “I don’t really know about that. I guess it’s a sort of a bad habit of mine.”

“You’re not just some basic person.” Wakasa replied idly. “Of course, people would have this impression of you that’s not accurate most of the time. I mean first impressions are not 100% correct. You’re more interesting than half of the people that I’ve met over a lifetime.” He added casually as if his honest opinion was just as easy as breathing the fresh air into his lungs.

It made Takemichi blushed furiously and ducked his head away. “That’s not fair.” He sulked.

“Hm? What do you mean?” Wakasa resisted the urge to laugh at him but his eyes crinkled in mirth and humor. He would never get over how cute and adorable the blond was always looking like this.

“Stop saying those things… Or I’ll…” Takemichi bit his lip before he trailed off embarrassingly.

“You’ll what?”

Takemichi didn’t respond at first and remained silent for the next few seconds before he suddenly lunged at him and lied on top of him, sporting a certain look that made his dick twitched in excitement and lust clouded his judgment.

“Don’t be mean and say these wonderful things to me when we’re just fuck buddies. I’m not going to let you pass with this kind of teasing.” Takemichi leaned down and whispered breathily against his ear before he leaned down and captured his lips in a fiery kiss that ignited their bodies once again and spent the next few hours jumping on each other’s bones like horny rabbits.

The ringing of his phone jolted him out of his thoughts and reveries and picked it up, reading the name of the caller before sighing deeply.

He didn’t want to babysit this silver-haired demon. This gal must be getting bored again and decided to pester him. It didn’t help that her big brother, Takeomi, seemed nonchalant and okay with having him as the assigned companion for her shopping antics for today.

“Senju? Where are you? I thought you said you wouldn’t take a while looking at the Alexander Mcqueen’s shop?” He sounded grumpy as usual as his other hand was carrying the other shopping bags of the female from the earlier stores that they went through.

“Stop being a grandpa Wakasa. It’s just for only a few minutes! And I’m already walking straight ahead to the bench where you’re sitting from so relax will you?” Senju piped up cheerfully at the other end of the line.

“You better. Cause I’m damn tired and hungry. I wanna eat something.” He deadpanned before he ended the call and pocketed his phone in his pockets.

Wakasa looked blankly at the people walking around the city until a blob of ivory locks and bright, lavender eyes greeted his line of sight.

“Well c’mon now. I found some appetizing thing that we can head off to.” Senju greeted him with a cheerful smile on her face.

“About damn time,” Wakasa grunted before he stood up and accepted the other shopping bags from her hand and carried them as they walked along.

They finally ended up in one of the cafes in the city which seemed oddly familiar to him. It was no later than when they entered inside that it hit him.

They were inside the café where Takemichi was working.

Takemichi was giving out his usual greeting to the new customers who went inside when his smile froze on his lips as his eyes landed to no other than Wakasa and the female companion that he was with.

Even though he hasn’t seen him for the past few weeks, Takemichi resisted the urge to just call him and talked to him. He reminded himself of the boundaries that their relationship entailed.

And he agreed with it.

Regardless if he misses Wakasa or not, their relationship would purely remain as physical and nothing more. He didn’t want to blur the lines between having a normal, standard relationship with him and just checking up on him each other versus the fact that they’re just supposed to contact each other when they want to fuck and scratched the itch lingering on their bodies.

He ignored the pang that hit right through his chest when he saw Wakasa with another woman. Takemichi didn’t have any right to claim him since they’re in a no-strings-attached relationship. Technically speaking, they don’t have a responsibility towards one another and they’re still open to date other people. But why the hell his heart was being a pest right now and tell him otherwise?

‘Damn it to hell. Stupid heart. Stupid me. Why do I have to fall in love with a guy like him anyway?’ Takemichi berated himself inwardly before his mind ground into a screeching halt.

Him? In love? With Wakasa?

No fucking way.

Before Takemichi could hyperventilate from that mind-blowing realization, a female voice jolted him out of his racing thoughts and brought him back to the present. His eyes now landed on a smiling woman right in front of him with short, white hair and smiling violet eyes.

‘No wonder Wakasa dates her. She’s pleasant looking and easy on the eyes.’ Takemichi thought bitterly while he kept the polite smile plastered on his face.

“I’ll have one caramel Frappuccino with an extra whipped cream, one flat white mocha, and two slices of lemon cake.” The woman ordered smilingly as she took out her black credit card and handed it to him.

“Got it, ma’am. So, what’s the name we put in your cups?” Takemichi kept his voice calm and even as he took the credit card from her and swiped it on the machine.

“Just Senju and Wakasa.” She answered.

Takemichi could only nod as his throat felt constricted and he doesn’t trust his voice right now to slipped in without sounding weird. He handed the card back to her after it was successfully credited and handed her the receipt. She took it from him and muttered a quick thanks before leaving him and went back to sit beside Wakasa.

Takemichi tried not to stomp his foot down on the ground at the sight and just made his way back to the personnel’s room briskly.

“Oi Chifuyu. One caramel Frappuccino with extra whipped cream, one flat white mocha, and 2 slices of lemon cakes for Senju and Wakasa.” He said flatly.

“I saw that earlier partner. You look jealous as hell.” Chifuyu pointed out.

“I’m not!” He denied vehemently.

“Your face is an open book Mitchy. Learn to have some poker face sometimes dude.” Chifuyu grinned at him widely.

“Shut up dumbass. Just get the orders done quickly.” He groused as he went out of the room and tried to calm down himself.

‘Calm the fuck down and get a grip on yourself! He isn’t yours to begin with so stop acting like an idiot.’ His mind sneered at him.

Takemichi repeated the mantra to himself and drilled it into his head until his pesky heart had quieted down into numbness for a while.

“This café has a nice interior isn’t it?” Senju commented idly as she observed the surroundings inside with an interest to her face.

“Wow. Is this your way of making small talk Senju? Cause you suck at it.” Wakasa deadpanned as he looked at her blandly.

He should’ve realized earlier that this woman was up to something. And this is what it was. It finally dawned on him that Senju wanted to meet Takemichi to sate her curiosity and boredom in life.

He acted calm and indifferent earlier even if he saw Takemichi’s surprised yet irritated face afterward which puzzled him to no end.

What’s up with him? He doesn’t remember doing anything that would earn him the ire of the blond. He could only inwardly sigh in defeat at the puzzling thought.

“You really pull your punches, aren’t you?” Senju rolled her eyes before a playful grin inched across her lips. “So, that’s Takemichi.” She added calmly.

“Who?” He asked evenly.

“The blond barista over there.” She pointed out at the counter.

“What about him then?” He asked dispassionately.

“He’s a good catch. You really scored a nice boyfriend out there Wakasa. You and your lucky ass.” Senju replied with a saucy grin on her face.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” He deadpanned.

“He still isn’t? Don’t be an idiot and let him go in the future like that. He’s a real looker and you’re screwed in the head if you don’t take him seriously.” She scoffed.

“Oi shut the hell up. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He huffed.

“Oh, sure I am.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t think we don’t know what you’ve been up to these past few days? Well, you can say that maybe he’s your flavor of the month. But we can’t deny the fact that this Takemichi guy has a positive impact on you. You’re less of a grumpy ass and less intimidating and annoying ever since you’ve met the guy. So, upgrade your status and just date him already.” Senju added with an arched brow.

Wakasa was about to retort when they heard a male’s voice that caught both of their attention.

“One caramel Frappuccino with extra whipped cream and a slice of lemon cake for Senju and one flat white mocha and a slice of lemon cake for Wakasa.” It was another barista who had short, sandy locks and sea-green eyes.

The male seemed to be studying them in silence despite his congenial smile.

“Oh, thanks… Chifuyu.” Senju read the tag on his uniform before smiling casually over to him.

The male bowed to them but Wakasa could feel his brief but narrowed gaze towards his direction before leaving them afterward.

His mouth quirked upwards, brows furrowing slightly. ‘Looks like someone doesn’t seem to be happy that I’m here.’ Wakasa thought wryly before dismissing him completely. Not his fault if he can’t please other people.

“If you brought me here to give me some pep talk, you’re wasting your time,” Wakasa commented as he reached for the cup of coffee and sipped it slowly.

“Ugh. You’re a hopeless case sometimes Wakasa. You like the guy so what’s stopping you? Don’t say I didn’t tell you what to do if things go shitty in the long run.” Senju casually sipped her Frappuccino.

“Whatever. C’mon, let’s finish this so we can head home. Dead tired already.”

Senju just shook her head faintly, letting out a low ‘tsk’ before eating the meal in front of her.

Adults were goddamn stubborn sometimes. And that’s the truth.

Takemichi just finished cleaning up the counter and was already preparing to leave the café since his shift already ended when Chifuyu elbowed him that caught his attention and looked at him in slight irritation.

His mood had deteriorated throughout the day ever since he cannot get out the image of Wakasa and that Senju woman dating in front of him. Inside the café. He tried to stay professional and kept a happy façade during work but now that his shift already ended, he just wanted to go home and wallow on his own misery and regret.

Chifuyu’s teasing look and smile were not helping matters. At all.

“What is it now?” He grumbled childishly.

“Better be quick there partner since someone is actually waiting for you outside to pick you up.” Chifuyu sang as his lips pointed in the direction where Wakasa was standing outside the café and he gave a simple wave of acknowledgment when Takemichi’s eyes landed on him.

He blinked a few times. What.

Now, this was the first time that the other had actually stood outside and waited for him after his shift. What happened to their rule of just meeting each other in another place randomly when one of them calls each other for a hookup?

Nevertheless, it sent a warm, tingling sensation inside his chest at the mere thought that the other was waiting for him patiently outside like a boyfriend was picking him up after work. Takemichi quickly dispelled that thought away before he got carried away and reminded him of their current situation which made his heart clenched instantaneously.

“Don’t make it weird dumbass.” Takemichi grunted as he slung his backpack into his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow Chifuyu.” He added as mumbled a quick goodbye and left the café.

“Yep. See you tomorrow. Go get him a partner and never let him go.” Chifuyu sent him off with a wink and teasing laughter which made the other sputtered and grumbled in defeat before he finally went out of the café.

“What’re you doing here?” Takemichi muttered as he fiddled with the strap of his bag, looking at the other side of the street.

“Well, I just thought to ask you if you can accompany me to this new ice cream parlor that recently opened a few blocks away from here for a change. That okay with you? You seemed to be in a bad mood today.” Wakasa noted as his amethyst eyes stared at him blankly.

“No… I guess I got tired from work…” Takemichi denied, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Let’s go to that ice cream parlor you’re telling me to.” He added quickly and didn’t wait for him to respond as he started to walk.

Wakasa grew quiet for a few seconds before sighing inwardly and shove his hands into his pockets and walked beside him. They spent walking together in silence, wrapped around their own thoughts.

They finally reached the place and Wakasa ordered ice cream for the both of them before they headed outside where they ended up in a grassy park with a lake in front of them.

Wakasa sat down with Takemichi following suit and sitting down beside him as well.

“I don’t think your co-worker likes me very much,” Wakasa commented.

“Who? Chifuyu? Don’t mind him. He’s just like that sometimes.” Takemichi replied as he licked his ice cream. “Why did you asked me out here anyway? Didn’t you have a date earlier with a gal at the café?” He added, trying to stay casual even though he struggled beneath it.

“What do you mean? Senju? She’s not my date.” He scoffed. “I’m just her unofficial assistant aka babysitter for the day when she wants to go shopping or some shit like that.”

“What? She isn’t…” Takemichi trailed off, blinking a few times.

“She’s not my date. Besides she’s not my type and the feelings are mutual.” Wakasa replied calmly.

Takemichi suddenly stood up and started to leave which made Wakasa surprised and suddenly stood up as well and tried to follow him.

“Oi! Where are you going? Why are you leaving all of a sudden?” He caught his wrist and spun him around gently.

“Don’t say things like that! Or even do these things that make my heart hope for nothing! We’re just fuck buddies! Why are you even… Ugh. This is not even part of our rules. We’re supposed to contact each other if we only wanna have sex not doing this sappy shit!” Takemichi exclaimed, on the verge of breaking down in front of him. He didn’t want Wakasa toying with his feelings like this. Of giving him hope when in the end they’ll part ways when one of them grew tired or be fed up with one another.

Because he’s in love with him. No matter how much he denied it, his pesky, little heart was proving him otherwise.

Wakasa’s gripped loosened on his wrist and shove them back in the pockets of his pants, sighing deeply. “What if I told you that I wanted to finally date you and I just don’t want to have a no-strings-attached relationship with you? Will you accept me as your boyfriend in the future?”

Takemichi’s eyes widened and his blue eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Stop joking about these kinds of things!”

“Who says that I’m joking? I don’t joke with these kinds of things Takemichi! I may be an asshole but I’m not that completely heartless. Okay, I admit that at first, I don’t even plan on having a serious relationship with you and I’m content with what we have because it’s easier just hooking up like that with no responsibilities towards each other and we can call this thing off if one of us don’t feel like staying in this kind of set up anymore. But as the days and even weeks passed us by, seeing these little but important things about you, how emotional yet empathetic you can be to other people in need, how talkative and bright you can be at times, and how you’re genuinely shy yet resolute when it comes to your own beliefs. I admired all of these about you. Then I just woke up one day realizing that I’m in love with you. I’d have to thank Senju because she’s the one who knocked some fucking sense into my head to take a risk with you and never let you go. Because I’ll be the biggest idiot if I just let this beautiful person beside me just leave without even trying. So there Takemichi… Will you please go out with me and be my boyfriend? Or am I too late in saying these things…? If you don’t feel the same way I’d understand…” Wakasa’s voice grew quieter with each admission but his usual blank eyes held an emotion, so raw, visceral, and emotional that Takemichi had to blink twice to see if he’s not crying. He isn’t. But he can see the mixture of emotions flitting around his face.

His confession just made him cry harder, every word that slipped past his lips shot its way through his heart.

“You fucking dummy. How can you say that? Of course, I will! I love you too dumbass. You don’t know how hard I tried not to make some stupid mistake earlier because I was damn jealous of you and Senju. I thought that you two are really dating.” Takemichi ran into his arms and hugged him tightly and buried his crying face into his shoulder which made the other froze for a few seconds before the other’s arms wrapped around him gently.

Wakasa let out a sigh of relief before chuckling softly. “I’m glad you say yes. Home is where the heart is. And that is in your arms Takemichi.” He murmured softly before he pulled away and tilted his head up gently so that their eyes can meet.

“Yeah. This is the risk that I’m willing to take because you’re worth it.” Takemichi closed the distance between the two of them and sealed their lips with a kiss that promise them another tomorrow in each other’s arms.

(A/N: If you reached this part then I’d like to congratulate you for finishing this more than 20k of words filled with filth, sin, and cheesiness at the end. But what can I do? Wakamichi/Wakatake had taken over my mind and I need to unleash this creative itch inside my head before I can move on to my other works. There is something both intriguing and exciting about having a quiet yet blunt and mysterious person like Wakasa falling for a bright ray of sunshine in the form of Takemichi in the most unexpected of ways. And vice versa. Reviews are fascinating. So, let me hear them from you.)

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