My Bride (Reituha/Aoiha)

Corrode

Kouyou and Akira were near the end of their second year of high school when things got out of control.

It was a Saturday and Akira was spending the night at Kouyou’s house, which was quite the common occurrence. They had followed the usual routine of watching movies, playing video games, and eating snack food. And just like any other night, Kouyou found himself laying underneath his friend, his arms wound tightly around his neck as the two kissed each other fiercely.

But there was something different about that night. That night, that familiar longing returned, and with that longing came rash decisions. The fact that Kouyou’s parents weren’t home at the time probably didn’t help.

Soon, the boys’ clothes were on the floor, with the exception of their underwear. Akira had pulled away from the kiss, fingers lingering on the waistband of his friend’s boxers. “Kouyou… do you want to do this?” he asked.

He nodded.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you…”

He nodded again. “It’s okay. I want to.”

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Akira said, still slightly worried. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?”

Kouyou nodded while his friend ramoved both their boxers. 

Akira’s lips and fingers explored every inch of his friend’s skin; Kouyou had a beautiful body and he intended to memorize it in its entirety. He eventually helped him get on his hands and knees, whispering sweet things to him while he kissed his back.

Kouyou was blushing heavily, forearms holding him up as he opened his thighs for Akira. His friend’s light kisses traveled down his spine, fingers kneading at his ass. And suddenly, he felt an unfamiliar pain, Akira having pushed a finger inside of him. He bit his tongue, eyes getting watery. It burned. It burned so much.

“Kouyou, are you okay?” Akira whispered, trying to take things slow.

He nodded his head.

Akira, despite his friend’s reassurance, moved his finger slowly, carefully, before pushing in a second one. Kouyou gasped, as he tried to accustom himself to the feeling.

Akira wasn’t sure when he should stop, he wasn’t sure when Kouyou’s body would be ‘ready’. They were both so young, no one had taught them this. They had no idea what they were doing. But they still tried.

After a little while, Akira pulled his fingers away. “Do you want to keep going? We can stop if you want.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay.” He murmured. “Keep going.”

Akira nodded, holding onto his hips as he slowly pushed his cock inside of him.

That was when Kouyou began to cry. Despite how careful and kind his friend was being, it burned so much. It hurt far more than just his fingers.

Akira didn’t notice at first. He continued to slowly thrust into him, going deeper each time. It was only when he saw Kouyou’s shoulders beginning to shake that he stopped. “Kouyou, does it hurt?”

“N-no…” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Akira frowned. “Look at me.”

“But-.”

“Kouyou. Look at me.” His voice became stern.

Kouyou turned his head to face him, face red and tears staining his cheeks.

Akira immediately pulled out, pulling his friend into a tight hug. “It hurt, didn’t it? Why didn’t tell me?” he spoke softly.

Kouyou hid his face in his friend’s chest. “Yes… I don’t know, I’m sorry.” He murmured, trying to stop crying. “I’m sorry we didn’t get to… go all the way.”