The Strange Life Of Mikoto Ishida (Yutaro Kindaichi)

*Mature*

Wizzy: Anyone who is not comfortable with more mature content can skip this chapter. You won't be missing anything important. By the way, this is supposed to be kind of awkward, plus I wasn't really in the mood to write this sort of stuff, so if it sucks, that's why. Anyway, enjoy.

I'd never done anything like this in my life, but I can't say I really minded him being the first. Besides, it's not like we were actually going to have sex or anything. Okay, so maybe it technically counted as sex, but it's not like he'd be doing anything to me.

Kindaichi's still hesitant though. He looked down at me, his nervousness clear as day. "Um... Miko?" he asked, averting his eyes. "Could... could you take off your shirt while you're doing that?" He still wouldn't look at me, but at least I knew he wasn't rejecting my offer. And as nervous as I was, I couldn't help but feel a little happy at that. "If you wear it, you just look like a guy, you know? But if I can see that you're a girl, it'll be easier and faster..."

He did have a point, I guess. I mean, if you're only into girls, it'd be easier to have a girl doing things to you than a guy, right?

I quickly nodded and stripped off my t-shirt. After giving it a few seconds of thought, my bra followed too. Just because I was small-chested didn't mean I was totally flat, so I'd always worn a sports bra when disguised as a guy, to ensure that it wasn't noticeable. Thankfully no one had noticed it yet, so I could only assume that it was working.

Kindaichi swallows nervously as he finally looks at me. In all honesty, I'm probably just as anxious as he is, though that's really only normal. Unfortunately, neither of us could really afford to waste time on our nerves right now.

My right hand shifted over and rested on the now very noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts. As I stroke him a couple times through the fabric, I heard a sharp intake of air from him.

As much as I would have loved to play around, our time was very limited. Our teammates knew we were here today, so if we didn't show up soon, things were going to look suspicious. Or at the very least I'd be stuck with a hundred serve receives... again.

Not wanting to waste any more time, I carefully tugged Kindaichi's shorts and boxers down. Sadly, my lack of experience left me with no idea what I should have been doing, so I simply had to make it up as I went along.

I wrapped my hand around his length, giving it a couple experimental strokes, which, if the way his whole body twitched was any indication, Kindaichi liked. With that little boost of confidence, I leaned forward and gave the tip a little lick, earning an almost unnoticed gasp.

Slowly, I started to take him into my mouth, sucking lightly on his tip. He groaned softly and I took more of him in. As I started moving my head up and down his cock, he got a bit louder.

If someone had told me this morning that I'd end up sucking Kindaichi's dick in the locker room instead of going to practice, I would have told them they were crazy. But here I was, doing exactly that and I was loving it.

Swirling my tongue against the softer underside of his manhood, I kept bobbing my head, increasing the speed a little once I'd managed to get into a rhythm. He moaned a bit loudly, instantly bringing a hand up to cover his mouth. This was no place to be loud, not while we were doing something like this; which could probably get us into trouble if we were caught. Might even get kicked off the team.

My eyes flick upwards to see Kindaichi biting down on his hand to hold in his moans. His eyes are locked onto where my mouth is working on his hard cock. They close just briefly whenever it feels too good and his hips buck forward, making his tip hit the back of my throat. Thankfully it didn't appear to have any real effect on my gag reflex or that would have been a nasty mess.

"F-faster..." he groans, letting his hand go only say that much. His hand, the one he wasn't using to keep quiet, moved to the back of my head and gripped my short hair. Lucky for him, it was just long enough to grab onto.

A strangled moan escapes him as I speed up, the sound somewhat muffled thanks to his hand. He almost sounds like he's trying to say something, but it's too distorted to make out. If I had to guess, it was either a moan of my name or asking me to go faster. It's probably the second one.

A hot liquid spilled into my mouth and instinctively I wanted to pull away, but Kindaichi's grip on my hair kept me in place. The taste and feel of it were awful and holding it in my mouth made me want to throw up, but rather than risk throwing it up and having a mess to clean up, I decided to try to swallow it.

His hand held my head still as he thrust a few more times into my mouth, coaxing the last of it out. As it came, I swallowed it, ignoring my little gag reflex telling me not to. I know he's finished when his grip on my hair is released and I'm able to pull away.

My eyes shift up to see him panting. "Sorry," he breathes out and I'm about to say something back when suddenly I felt like I was going to throw up. My fist goes to my mouth, in an attempt to keep anything from coming out.

In a few seconds, it passed and I felt fine. Quickly putting my clothes back on, I stood up and smiled at my best friend. "Come on, we better hurry or Oikawa's going to be a pain in the ass."