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||𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏||

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The delinquent dragged his boyfriend into the nearest bathroom before rounding on him once they were both standing in a cramped stall together.

"You."

"Me?" Takemichi pointed at himself, trying to comprehend as to why the Toman Commander was upset.

"Turn around and bend over."

Takemichi's eyes widened in shock.

"Huh!?" He blinked in shock, raising his hand to cover his rapidly blushing face.

Not to long ago, they were sitting outside eating lunch, that is until Mikey grabbed him and dragged him here, his grip firm and tight.

"M-Mikey-kun, what's gotten into you?"

The older of the two stepped closer, his frame large against Takemichi's frail and petite body.

He gulped.

"I said," Mikey pinned his hands above his head on the stall door. "Turn around. And. Bend. Over." His musky scent reached Takemichi's nostrils, causing him to whine in response.

Mikey moved closer so that their chests were touching, making Takemichi's breath hitch in his throat. Mikey grinded against him, which only served to spark his impatience even more. They were quickly running out of time as the end of lunch was approaching, and Mikey wanted to relive himself of his bodily desires here and now. He wasn't exactly the patient type, especially when it came to intimate matters.

Wordlessly, Takemichi looked down, his eyes fixated on the bulge through Mikey's pants. It twitched, and he could tell Mikey was nearing his impatience. So, he took a deep breath in, then out, before proceeding to turn around, placing his hands on the stall door as support.

The older blonde swiftly pulled down Takemichi's pants and boxers, flinching as the cold air hit his bare ass, making him shiver.

Almost immediately, Mikey's large hands groped Takemichi's ass, gripping and watching as the smooth, plump flesh spilled between his fingers. Soon enough, his breath hitched as he felt two saliva slicked fingers prob at his entrance, pushing in further as Mikey skillfully stretched him out to accommodate his length.

Then, when Mikey reached deep and curled his fingers to prod at his prostate, he arched his back, choking on a gasp, tears brimming his eyes.

Just as he was about to come Mikey stopped, and pulled his fingers out, making sure to drag them along his walls. Takemichi whimpered in protest, but soon felt Mikey grab his hips, then felt his tip prod against his entrance, breach him, then push further in as Mikey closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows in pleasure.

Takemichi gasped at the familiar feeling of being filled, his mouth hung open, eyes clenching shut. Mikey moved one of his hands to Takemichi's stomach, and he felt Mikey's length curve up in his belly, poking up from inside his body and against Mikey's callused palm.

"Ah— fuck!" Takemichi whimpered out as Mikey began rocking into him slowly, throwing his head back so that it hit the other's shoulder. The Toman Commander took this as a chance to suck and nibble on his earlobe, earning loving sighs from Takemichi.

"Mi– Mikey-kun, fa— ah– faster," Takemichi moaned out, clenching around his cock subconsciously. As much as the younger of the two loved feeling the slow drag of Mikey's long length against his walls, alighting every single nerve in his body— they didn't have much time and needed to wrap this up fast before they were late to class, or possibly even caught.