ઇଓ 𝐏𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 [𝕆𝕤𝕒𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕒]

𝔗𝔯𝔢𝔰

"Never talk about it at school."

"Mhm."

"Neither of us are obliged to say yes if we don' wanna."

"Mhm."

"No BDSM."

"Wait, why not?"

Suna glanced at Osamu before speaking.

"Are y'a trained dom?" He asked. Osamu knit his brow.

"Huh?" He asked.

"Exactly," Suna replied. Suna looked a the bottom of the crowded sheet of paper.

"And most importantly, this ends the minute one of us falls in love."

Osamu snickered.

"Like that'll happen," he teased. Suna's face was blank, so Osamu's smile quickly faded. "Understood."

"Mm... This is probably enough. If ya have anymore ya want ta add then ya can," Suna declared before putting down the paper. At the bottom, he signed his name then passed over the fountain pen to Osamu. without hesitation, he signed.

"Now what?" Osamu asked.

"Fuck if I know. Do whatcha want, I guess?" Suna offered. Osamu stared for a moment, before cupping Suna's face and leaning in. "wait-mmph..." Suna sank into the kiss, his hands moving over to Osamu's shoulders and lips parting out of habit.

Suna suddenly pulled away, his thumb slipping across Osamu's skin.

"Is that a burn?" Suna asked, staring at the pink flesh. Osamu tensed and grinned weakly.

"Yeah, accident. Ya know?"

"No," Suna replied. However, he was no longer preoccupied with the strange burn since he pulled Osamu into another kiss.

Osamu grabbed Suna's leg and hoisted it up, slowly working his way down his thigh.

"Ah~" Suna gasped softly. Suna flipped them over and straddled Osamu's waist. He ran his fingers through his hair as he panted softly. Osamu gulped at the sight of Suna's flushed face.

Suna started rolling his hips deliberately and merited a low groan from Osamu.

He was half-hard already, a tent in his pants as Suna's ass started grinding on him.

Suna looked down at Osamu with his usual half-lidded eyes and vacant expression.

"Ya want to—"

"Fuck, yes!" Osamu interrupted, surprising Suna. The blocker got off the couch.

"Let's go to my room," he suggested, leading the way as Osamu followed, walking awkwardly thanks to his hardon.

Suna gently pushed him onto the bed before climbing on top of him. Osamu's breath hitched as he leaned down, their lips meeting once more. The Miya reached for the zipper of Suna's pants, gently pulling it down. Suna shuddered a bit, his dick fully exposed.

Suna gasped, trying to stifle a startled moan as it escaped his lips when Osamu wrapped his hand around his cock.

"Nghhh," Suna groaned, grabbing Osamu's wrist. He jerked forward when Osamu started pumping slowly. "H-hang on, I need to loosen-" he stammered through his uneven breaths. Osamu gulped, staring up at Suna. His other hand trailed up his thigh gently, but the action was quickly stopped when Suna grabbed his hand.

"Don't," he said fiercely, his eyes cold and his tone serious. His eyes widened and he let go. "I-I don't like being touched gently," he murmured. Osamu stared.