TsukiYama

6.

CW, mentions of sexual shits

It was 6pm when we got back to Tadashi's house. We weren't there for long, but long enough for sure.

As usual, we went to his room even though nobody was home. He closed the door behind me.

I felt myself fall onto the bed, extra weight on me. He pushed me down and practically crashed his lips into mine. I pushed him away.

"Let's not be too hasty," I said. "Also, this isn't right."

I stood up and dropped Tadashi on the bed. He grabbed my collar again and pulled us together to touch our lips.

"You're being too impatient, Tadashi," I said. He sighed. "We'll get there, just a little slower."

He groaned. "Tsukki, do you want to watch a movie tonight?" He asked. I nodded. Watching a movie sounded nice.

"What genre?" I asked.

"I don't know, you like horror, right?"

"Don't you hate it?" I laughed.

"Well, sorta, but it's fine, really."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Didn't a new movie come out recently on Netflix? We'll watch that."

"Okay," I said, "so shall we carry on?"

I realized that this whole time we were talking, I was standing between his legs. He wasn't touching me much, but we just had a conversation as if that wasn't happening.

He nodded happily and sat up. I grabbed his face and brought his lips to mine. He put his hands on mine and suddenly pulled me down on top of him.

I accepted and returned his attitude this time. I made a bold move to slip my tongue in his mouth. He pulled away for a second.

"So it's okay now?" The seemingly smaller boy smirked. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

"I guess just this once."

He pulled me back into him and wrapped his legs around me, preventing me from moving.

I picked him up and sat on his bed. He put his knees on either side of my hips and grabbed my face. I felt myself get slightly aroused and my face heated up. I pulled away from him, but couldn't find words.

"W-what?" He asked innocently.

"Uh, it's nothing, I just," he sat up, which made his hips move against me, not helping at all.

"Did I do something?"

I thought about it. Well, sorta, yeah. "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong."

My face burned. I started to feel some water form on my skin.

"Tsukki, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I-I'm fine," I half lied.

"Then why are you acting weird?" He asked. I looked at his (beautiful) face, and watch a smirk slowly creep onto it. He leaned forward again and touched his lips to mine.

I was honestly surprised. I thought he would call me gross, or something negative, but instead he-

Oh. My. Fuck.

He started slowly grinding his hips against me. I exhaled very deeply, accidentally creating space between our lips.

"Ta-Tadashi..."

"I-I know we've only been officially dating for a little while," he put his lips near my neck, "but I've wanted to do this for years."

He kissed my neck lightly, biting down a few times. His lips trailed beautifully, hips never stopping. He stayed at an excruciatingly slow pace. This was humiliating.

"Tadashi, I don't know if-"

"Shh, I do," he interrupted.

There was a noise from outside the door. Tadashi quickly lifted his head as a man called out his name. He jumped off of my lap just as the door opened.

I lifted a knee to cover a certain something that was not appropriate for anybody to see. It wasn't that bad, he probably wouldn't notice it regardless, but just in case.

"Oh, hey, Kei," the man said. He seemed to look at me strangely. I mean, I would too, I was a flustered mess sitting in the same bed as his son. He turned back to the green haired boy. "I came home early, just wanted to let you know."

The younger Yamaguchi nodded. The man left the door ajar as he left the room. I heard his bedroom door open and shut before saying anything.

"Ugh, what a bother," I complained.

"Yeah, and he left the door opened," Tadashi said, crawling to the foot end of the bed where he could reach the door. I heard the lock click, too. I didn't plan on doing anything more than we were before, but did he?

He sat where he was moments before his father walked in.

"Kei," he said, moving his knees so it was more comfortable for him. I rolled my eyes at the name.

"Just stick with... what you usually call me."

"I don't know, 'Kei' is nice."

"You don't ever call me it though, usually just my family does. It'd be weird."

"Okay," he said with a smirk. I looked down for a moment, but looked right back up. "Kei," he whispered.

I pushed him off of me and against the wall, pinning his wrists. He smirked at me.

"I don't know how I feel about this new behavior, Tadashi," I said onto his lips. "It's quite honestly frustrating me a little."

His lips didn't flinch. He just stayed, smiling like an idiot. Did he not hear what I said? Then they did move. But not how I wanted. The corners moved up even more as he let out a small giggle.

"Is something funny?"

"No, nothing," he lied.

I placed my hand at the base of his neck. "Don't lie to me," I threatened, moving my lips even closer to his.

"Are you sure you wanna know, Kei?" He asked with a smile. My face grew angrier, getting even closer to his. I guess I didn't realize exactly how close, because my lips barely touched his. I flinched slightly, ruining any ounce of intimidation I had.

"Well?" He asked, laughing again at my mishap. I just glared at him again, sliding my hand up to the bottom of his head. I felt his voice as he spoke. "You fell right into my trap, Kei."

What? What trap?

"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me that?" I said, tightening my grip. He gulped, facial expression only wincing for a moment. "Getting a little nervous, are we?"

"N-no, I'm not nervous," he said, trying his best to keep his facial expression the same dumb smirk, and failing miserably.

"Why don't you tell me what was so hilarious that you had to laugh, hm?"

"I just kept calling you 'Kei' and you kept getting angrier, to the point where, well we ended up like this," he explained. His voice was slightly higher, from stress and my hand.

"Mm, good. I like it better when you listen to me, don't you?"

"Y-yeah," he whimpered. I bent my fingers and kissed him. He put his free hand on my abdomen, then grabbing the bottom of my shirt.

I grabbed his wrist to stop him. "What makes you think you deserve that?" I asked. He looked at me nervously. "Well?" He turned pink.

I put his hand back by his side and laughed quietly as he had done to me.

"Mm, that's what I thought. And to think, this red face was laughing at me just moments ago."

I kissed him, but only for a moment. Then I took my hands off of him and leaned back a few inches.

"Well, don't we have a movie to watch?"