90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟙𝟙 - Massage 🥑

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Oral sex.

Word count: 1679

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The fridge blew cold air on his hand as Rantaro snatched the first drink he could reach. That happened to be canned mineral water. He hated it but was too tired to care. Why did they even have that drink anymore? No one in the house liked it. Fuck it, he was holding it in his hand and he'd just shut the fridge, it was too much effort to open it again.

Trudging through the small home, Rantaro fell to the couch and cracked open the cold can, wincing at the noise. He needed to relax. Work had run him over the coals and he just wanted to sleep and unwind. It was difficult when his whole body refused to relax though. Rantaro was tense, every muscle kept him on edge.

Closing his eyes, Rantaro's head rested on the back of the beige couch. He was desperate to chill out but it just wasn't working. His brain wasn't ready to let him. It wasn't like he could cuddle with Kokichi or Shuichi either, the other two would be asleep.

"Rantaro?"

Or not.

Rantaro opened his eyes to see violet ones staring back at him. "A-Ah!" He shouted, trying to jump back without any luck. How Kokichi could move around without making a sound astonished the greenette.

"Hehe, did I scare you?" Kokichi chuckled, sitting on Rantaro's lap with his knees on either side of him. "Scaredy cat. Oh, what if I was a murderer? Maybe I was about to kill you!" He gasped. It was too late at night to be so energetic. Rantaro didn't respond, he didn't have the energy. A glimpse of worry swirled through Kokichi's violet eyes momentarily. "Hey, what's wrong? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell-"

"Shush," Rantaro groaned, closing his eyes again. He felt Kokichi's head rest on his shoulder. Out of instinct, he reached up to start twirling one of the deep purple locks. "Work was non-stop today and, on top of that, I had to work three hours overtime, I'm just tired. Overtime should be illegal, I hate it."

"I know you worked overtime, that's why you're home so late," Kokichi huffed. "I'd hope. If you were doing drugs in an alleyway then I'd know!" The two had their arms wrapped around each other in comfortable silence. Rantaro still had his drink in hand, although he hadn't taken a single sip. He just needed to sleep away the tension. At least he had a break the next day to return to normal.

Rantaro yawned, lazily planting a kiss on Kokichi's scalp. "Hey, you're way too tense. It feels like I'm trying to hug Kiibo."

"That's robophobic," Rantaro muttered.

"Oh come on, not you too! He's a robot, he doesn't have feelings anyway!" Kokichi whined. He lifted his head from the other and pouted. Rantaro couldn't help the smile crawling onto his face. It should be illegal for Kokichi to be so adorable. "If you don't relax then I'll have to make you!"

"Oh?" Rantaro hummed, tilting his head. Kokichi jumped off the green-haired male and skipped around the arm of the couch. Probably left to another room to fetch supplies, most likely a blanket. Staring at his drink, Rantaro sighed and placed the disgusting water onto the coffee table. It's not like he'd drink it anyway.

"Do-"

"Fuck!" Rantaro shouted, jumping out of his skin as Kokichi spoke up from behind him. He whipped around to see the other frowning, head tilted to the side. They stared at each other for a few seconds before Kokichi broke into hysterical laughter.

"Did you think I left?!" Kokichi cried, holding his stomach as he fell to the floor with a massive grin.

"Kinda..." Rantaro frowned. He watched the other laugh at him, but he didn't feel upset in the slightest. It was nice to hear Kokichi genuinely laugh rather than his fake 'nishishi'.