Don't Begin Without Me // Beginners!
Ending the year with a "bang" 8D/
Don't Begin Without Me
Tachibana Danji/Shimura Teppei
NC-17, 4062 words, pwp (handcuffs, orgasm denial)
Set middle of episode 10, the night after Teppei's race.
When Danji gets back from the showers, Teppei is, naturally, still handcuffed to the bunk. He's disappointed to see that Teppei has lost his erection, however, and glowers darkly. Teppei squirms a little under the look, though he's obviously trying not to show it, and Danji has to bite back a smile of amusement. He'd promised punishment if Teppei didn't manage to keep himself hard, after all; he doesn't want Teppei to think he'll go easy on him.
"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it if I can't use my hands?" Teppei snaps, before Danji even thinks of saying anything.
Danji shrugs and turns away to towel his hair dry. "You're the one who accepted the challenge and said you could do it. 'Pride goeth before a fall', and all that. So now you-"
"I bet you deliberately took longer in the bath than you had to!"
"-'ll have to take the punishment," Danji finishes calmly, though he allows himself a smile since he knows Teppei can't see him with the towel over his head. "Double punishment," he adds after a heavy pause, "since you're up there to begin with because of your I-can-handle-everything-myself attitude. Be sure to learn the lesson well tonight."
"I thought you said you didn't care about me," Teppei says, trying for a caustic tone and not succeeding very well. They've had this conversation already, earlier in the day, and Danji can tell Teppei is only grasping at straws now. And anyway, whether he admits out loud to caring about Teppei or not, he's been schoolmates with the guy long enough that he's given into the fact that Teppei can read him-can read everyone in their whole class-without words.
So he just laughs a little through his nose and says, as expected of him, "I didn't say that, just that I didn't miss you. Which I didn't. I'm only doing this to take you down a notch, you know."
"Asshole," Teppei bites back, but the look on his face is more pout than scowl, and he shifts over as best he can to make room when Danji climbs up into the bunk with him.
He looks incredible, long and sleek and tanned against the sterile white sheets, his wrists handcuffed to the sides of the bed with the regulation handcuffs they'd been given to practice with in class. Teppei's arms are relaxed but Danji can still see the lines of muscle he's developed from the hard physical training they've done all year, and the runner's muscles in his thighs are still hard and corded from the past week. They're well into Indian summer now, and there's no air conditioning in the dorm rooms, so Danji is sure the goosebumps rising on Teppei's skin are due to anticipation and not cold.
"Well don't just look at me," Teppei complains, "Come on, let's get this game started."
"Chill out, we don't have to be on the field until nine tomorrow." Danji idly runs a finger across the tan line high on Teppei's thighs. His touch is light; he's gratified to see Teppei's cock twitch to life again with just this small movement. "I see you've been waiting for me," he comments.
"Ugh no shit you fucker. That's what I was saying."
He should make Teppei wait a bit more for that, Danji thinks, but they don't have all night, and he's been anticipating this as well, having forced himself to stay in the showers longer than usual to tease Teppei. So he takes Teppei's cock in his hand and brings him to full hardness with quick firm strokes.
Teppei tries to move into Danji's touch, then winces. "The handcuffs," he explains to Danji's questioning look. "I pulled and they cut into my wrists a bit."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry." Danji casts about for something to pad the manacles with, and ends up pulling his own shirt over his head and stuffing as much of the old, soft cotton into the space between Teppei's wrist and the handcuffs as will go in. He kicks off his shorts and pads Teppei's other wrist with these. "Sorry," he apologizes again. "I meant to pad them earlier but forgot. You okay?"
"Fine," Teppei replies, looking at Danji with a surprised expression on his face, like he's unused to being apologized to or something. "Uh, thanks."
"You talk too much," Danji says, ducking his head.
Embarrassed and unused to being thanked, Danji leans down and whorls his tongue against the inside of Teppei's thigh. Above him, Teppei hisses in sudden pleasure. Danji moves around at random, sucking on the skin of Teppei's thighs and abdomen and even his balls, anywhere but his cock, until Teppei grows impatient and lifts his hips as the only way to show Danji what he wants.
"How's your knee?" Danji wonders, deliberately not taking the hint as his eye catches on the bandage Teppei's been instructed to keep wrapped around his knee still. He sits up and runs his hands gently over the area, kneading the muscles lightly where he can feel them still knotted and tense. Danji's been attending physical therapy at the hospital with Kameno when he can, learning how to give a light massage that doesn't add to an injury, and he's glad for the time spent as he feels Teppei's leg relax under his ministrations.
The surprised look is back in Teppei's eyes, but when he speaks it's only to urge Danji to get back to what he was doing before. "My knee's doing better than certain other parts of me," he says, wiggling his hips suggestively again.
But Teppei's amazement at being treated well digs at Danji's conscience a little, and he refuses to be distracted. Teppei has always looked after the rest of them, pulled or pushed them each where they needed it the most, and Danji thinks with consternation that they should all have taken care of their jouchou better in return. He places a kiss on Teppei's thigh again, then moves down to his knee, brushing his lips over skin that his fingers have just run over.
"Stop," he hears Teppei whisper above him, and when he looks up, Teppei seems to have trouble meeting his eyes.
Crawling up the top of the bed, he leans down until his lips are mere centimeters from Teppei's. "Hey," he whispers, too, "Hey, look at me."
And Teppei really does, adorably obedient, so that Danji can't help smiling into their kiss. This close up, he can see the dark flecks in the brown of Teppei's irises; he can also see all the emotions flitting through Teppei's head: caution, amazement, flaring hope, a little lingering loneliness.
Eventually Teppei's the one to end the kiss, turning his head to the side because he can't pull away. "Tachibana," he says, seriousness weighing down the tone of his voice. But then he apparently changes his mind, or else chickens out, because he grins cheekily and asks, "Is this all there is to your punishment?"
Danji growls down at him, "God do you always have to be such a smartass!" He gives in for the moment though and allows Teppei to turn his attention back to what they're doing. He kisses his way back down Teppei's body, jaw to neck to chest to stomach, giving the head of Danji's cock a flat swipe with his tongue when he gets to it before continuing on all the way to the puckered ring of Teppei's hole.
"Oh, my god," Teppei's voice comes out slightly shaky, as though Danji's tongue is affecting his vocal cords as well. In Danji's hand, Teppei's cock throbs rapidly into hardness.
It's an awkward angle, Danji finds, pushing Teppei's good leg up as far as it'll go for better access. He's never done this before, tonguing someone there, and he's not sure he likes it enough to do it again - though Teppei might be able to persuade him if he keeps making the kinds of noises he's making now. In any case, he keeps it up until Teppei can't control himself anymore and the handcuffs rattle loudly against the bed railings in his attempt to get his hands freed.
"Tachibana!" Teppei practically wails, and Danji chuckles as he sits up.
"Hmm?"
"What you just did... that shouldn't be allowed."
Again, Danji finds himself thinking that Teppei can be cute, especially when his inexperience shows underneath all of his impulsiveness and bravado. He's always jumping into things headfirst without thinking, even when he has no idea how to do them, and then Danji has to be the one to save him from drowning or whatever. Yet somehow Danji's come to like being the one to teach Teppei new things as well.
Beads of sweat are starting to gather on Teppei's forehead and throat, not enough to make his hair cling but enough to entice Danji to climb up again for a taste. He goes straight for a spot low on Teppei's throat that always makes goosebumps rise on his arms and has him writhing, a spot Danji had discovered a couple months back and loves tormenting Teppei with. Teppei usually pushes him away rather violently, complaining that it's too sensitive, so Danji takes this chance to feast properly.
As expected, Teppei starts squirming immediately, complaining loudly enough that Danji really does have to pull back for a moment to shush him. "If you get any louder, someone might hear," he warns.
"But you keep going for all my sensitive spots!"
"Yes but remember how I said this is going to be a punishment?"
"No fair," Teppei whines, like a child, causing Danji to chuckle.
"Well then, maybe this will distract you," Danji offers. He reaches down a hand to stroke Teppei, quick full movements calculated to bring him right to the edge, before leaning down to suckle at his favorite spot on Teppei's throat again.
A string of curses spill from Teppei's lips and the muscles on his arm work as he strains wildly against the handcuffs, unable to handle the double stimulation. Danji pulls away when Teppei starts bucking with his whole body, not wanting him to hurt himself, but he doesn't allow Teppei more than a moment's respite before he takes Teppei's cock into his mouth.
He's familiar enough with Teppei's body now to gauge his responses, so he can tell by the way Teppei's thighs quiver that he's about to hit orgasm. As he swirls his tongue around Teppei's cockhead the way he knows will send Teppei over the edge, he circles the base of Teppei's cock with his thumb and forefinger in a crushing grip, effectively creating a cockring with his fingers. Danji feels Teppei's cock surge and pulse, but he's calculated it well, and instead of coming Teppei let's out all the air he's been holding in his lungs in a rush of frustration.
"That was for going off by yourself and keeping secrets from our whole class," Danji tells him as soon as Teppei stops gasping for breath like maybe he can find his orgasm in the air that way. "I told you not to go off and do shit by yourself and you still did."
Teppei only groans in response, not coherent enough for words yet.
Danji laughs a little and gives Teppei some respite, taking the chance to finally touch his own cock. He heaves a sigh of bone-deep relief. He's been hard ever since earlier, when he'd first bound Teppei to his bed with the handcuffs. The long shower he'd taken hadn't helped much, as tepid as the water had been, because try as he might he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the things he'd wanted to do to Teppei. The way he was going to teach Teppei that it would be much, much better to let Danji in on his plans instead of doing everything by himself.
The way Teppei is watching him now, eyes glittering and full of lust, makes Danji think that, possibly, his plan is working.
"Don't you want me to help you with that?" Teppei offers. "Don't you get enough of your own hand usually?"
"Oh good, you're beginning to understand." Moving to kneel with one knee on either side of Teppei, Danji scoots up until his cock is hovering right over Teppei's mouth. "I'm not undoing your hands yet though, so you can just help this way."
Teppei pouts, of course, but the only effect of that is to make it look like he's kissing Danji's cock. There's no point in pretending to hold out after that, so he wraps his lips around Danji and sucks as well as he can. It's not really an ideal position - Teppei has to crane his neck awkwardly, and it's hard for him to get more than half of Danji's cock into his mouth, and when he accidentally scrapes Danji with his teeth, Danji quickly pulls out again.
"Sorry," apologizes Teppei, looking a little mortified.
"It's fine," Danji reassures him, "It was more surprising than painful." And anyway, you look too fucking good, all tied up and sucking my cock, Danji thinks but doesn't say out loud.
He hops off the bunk quickly to go grab lube-which they finally have now after ages of fucking with vaseline and other makeshift lubricants, because neither of them had thought it important enough to buy real lube on their precious vacation days-and then swings eagerly back up again before Teppei can even finish asking what he's doing.
Danji had already had his fingers in Teppei earlier, to get Teppei hard before leaving for the showers, and what with rimming him again afterwards, he figures Teppei is relaxed enough to go without further prep. But he sticks a finger in Teppei anyway, curled against Teppei's prostate, just to drive the other man crazy.
"Fuck! I said I was sorry!" Teppei screeches, jolting off the bed, and Danji, through his laughter, has to remind him to be quiet once again.
"And just what are you sorry for?"
"T-teeth."
"Buu!" Danji makes the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong answer. Try again." With one fingertip, he spreads the precome that's leaked from Teppei's slit all over his cock head, while he brushes Teppei's prostate again with his other hand and makes more precome leak out. Teppei's eyes are scrunched tightly shut in an expression of extreme pleasure akin to pain.
"Okay okay, I know already! You want me to apologize for doing things by myself and-" Teppei breaks off to gasp sharply as Danji enters him in one swift thrust. "Oh fuck, and keeping secrets from you."
"Very good," praises Danji, running his hands soothingly all the way up Teppei's chest and then down over his thighs. He pays a bit of extra attention to Teppei's injured knee again, allowing Teppei to relax around him, before he starts to move.
For the most part, it's been easy enough to keep his own arousal in check, focused as he'd been on having Teppei exactly where he wants him to be. But just because he hasn't been thinking about it with his mind doesn't mean he hasn't been building it up physically, and Danji finds, quicker than he expects, that he has to really exert himself to keep from coming too soon.
He slows down when he feels himself getting close and speeds up again when he knows he's not in danger of coming. But while this erratic pace helps him, it has Teppei gasping and moaning at each unexpected change. "Oh god, Tachibana..! Need to come!" With his feet planted flat on the cot and his knees drawn up on either side of Danji, and it almost seems like he's pushing himself into the mattress in his effort to reach his climax.
Danji has Teppei's cock in one of his hands now but he doesn't stroke Teppei much, afraid of sending Teppei over the edge quicker than he can check it. He feels Teppei's cock grow even harder, the slight expansion of the cockhead before climax, and immediately he stops pumping into Teppei though all his dick is screaming at him to keep going.
"Some people can do this over and over, you know," Danji says, forcing himself to keep a conversational tone as he squeezes the base of Teppei's cock again, staving off the other's orgasm for the second time. "Some people do it over extended periods of time, on and off, a couple hours a day. Deny themselves for days and days."
The look Teppei gives him is of deep loathing, and makes Danji laugh yet again.
"And if you'd done as you said you would and kept yourself hard while I was in the showers, I would've let you come this time," he tells Teppei. "See, that's what you get for not listening to me."
"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met," Teppei manages to say, and then ruins it by adding, "How was I supposed to keep myself hard when you were gone so long?"
"Good save," Danji says. He's not fooled by Teppei's glib tongue, but it's been long enough anyway and now is as good a time as any to let Teppei free. As he speaks, Danji leans across and unlocks the handcuffs.
He doesn't pull out, and the movement means a shift in angle that makes Teppei cry out in pleasure. Danji freezes, afraid that Teppei is still too close to the edge, but although Teppei tries to buck his hips, there isn't really enough room to move with Danji pratically lying on top of him.
"You must be trying to kill me," Teppei mutters. He rotates his wrists and then his arms for a moment after the handcuffs fall away, making sure of proper bloodflow, and then immediately goes for his own cock.
Danji manages to intercept in time, and places Teppei's arms around his neck instead. "I didn't say you could touch yourself. Don't make me cuff you again," he says, pulling Teppei with him as he sits back up so that Teppei ends up straddling him.
The ceiling is too low for Teppei to be able to move on Danji's length unless he leans forward like he's hugging Danji. It's awkward, because as much as they've enjoyed sex with each other, they certainly aren't like that, but amidst all the maneuvering Danji hits Teppei's prostate again and fuck if Teppei cares how close he has to get to Danji, he just needs to come.
This position means that Teppei's cock gets trapped against his own stomach and Danji's this way, the sensitive underside rubbing against Danji's hard abdomen as he moves. He's leaking so much precome that the friction is amazing, and he doesn't even have time to think that he's going to come before he explodes, keening, clutching tightly at Danji in convulsive waves of orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Shimura," Danji groans, open-mouthed against Teppei's shoulder, and a split second later he's coming as well, overtaken by the sensation of Teppei all wrapped up around him.
"...I'm dead," Teppei says, when they've both come back down to earth, chin propped loosely on Danji's shoulder. "You've killed me. Congratulations."
Danji shakes in silent laughter and slowly, slowly peels Teppei off him, first his arms and then his legs, still solicitous of Teppei's knee. He misses the soft look on Teppei's face as he jumps off the bed again to grab his discarded towel from earlier to clean themselves up with, but stops at Teppei's smile when he climbs back up.
"What?"
"Nothing," Teppei hedges, taking the towel from Danji's hands and wiping his own come from Danji's stomach before he cleans himself. "My knee will be fine, you know. It's a completely different situation from your high school friend."
"I know," Danji shrugs, a little sheepishly. "but I can't help it. Especially when it affects your ability to walk."
"I won the marathon in the end though, I'm totally capable of walking!"
"Oh yeah? And who was the one that had to ask to borrow my shoulder to stand up afterwards?"
At this, Teppei huffs and turns away to throw the towel at the light switch, successfully turning the lights out. He then lies down on his side, face away from Danji. "You should feel honored," he says petulantly.
Rolling his eyes, Danji settles down too, wedging himself into the tiny space available between Teppei and the wall. He's tired of hopping in and out of the bunk already. "I'm sure enough people have told you this already tonight," he says into the back of Teppei's neck, "but it really was kind of lonely without you."
For a long moment, Teppei doesn't respond. When he does, he speaks all in a rush, and a little too loudly, like he's embarrassed to admit it. "It was lonely for me too."
Danji's known this all along. He isn't unobservant; he reads people just as accurately as Teppei does, even if he prefers to let them work out their own problems instead, and so he hasn't missed the flashes of loneliness that sometimes appears in Teppei's eyes, especially when the rest of the class have talked about their families or their ambitions. And he doesn't miss Teppei's intention, when he lets a hand slip nonchalantly onto the mattress between them, and reaches out to squeeze Teppei's fingers.
"That's because you were too busy pulling the rest of us together," he explains, allowing the darkness between them to gentle the tone of his voice, "that you couldn't feel us tugging on you too."
"Did you really?" Teppei whispers, almost inaudibly.
Wondering what it is exactly that Teppei is so guarded against, Danji starts to sit up so he can look at Teppei's face. He wonders if it has to do with Teppei's father again, his fear of being abandoned, wonders when Teppei will finally be able to face his father and resolve that issue. But when he tries to move his hand to push himself up, Teppei refuses to let go of his grip on Danji's hand.
Suddenly, Teppei flips over and looks at him. It feels like the darkness is pressing them closer together, in the already tight space of the top bunk, and Danji sees, again, a myriad of emotions in Teppei's darkly glittering eyes.
"Tachibana," Teppei begins slowly, only to have Danji cut him off with a kiss.
The thing is, Danji is wary too. Of the whole spectrum of emotions that Danji has seen in Teppei today, he hasn't found the one that he most wants to see. He's thought this over a lot, lying awake nights after fucking Teppei, and unless Teppei is totally sure of what he wants, Danji doesn't want to take the risk either. If Teppei doesn't want him specifically, if all Teppei needs is someone to look after him, well, there are plenty of people to fill that position who are easier to be with than Danji. He knows well enough that while it's one thing to have really great sex behind closed doors at night, it's another thing to turn bed chemistry into a relationship that has to face the light of day.
"Did you know that Momoe is in love with you?" he says casually when they pull apart. "She's a nice girl, you shouldn't leave her hanging for too long."
"Ah, yeah... she's great," Teppei agrees. He looks like he's going to say more for a moment, and Danji hopes, wishes, that he'll say what Danji really wants to hear.
But then abruptly, cheerfully, Teppei changes the subject. "But we should get to sleep soon. What time is it anyway?" He brings up his hand as if to look at his wrist watch, feigning surprise when he finds he's not wearing one and dropping his hand again with a laugh. "Even if we don't have to be out until nine tomorrow, that's a school-wide roll call isn't it? Can't be late for that. I don't want to be slapped again!"
Danji tries not to mind that Teppei doesn't take his hand again.
And in the morning when he wakes up to find that Teppei had returned to his own room sometime during the night, he tries not to feel stupid, either, that he's all scrunched up against the wall by himself.
Note(s):
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2. I'm sorry that it ends this way but canon D:! For shippers/romantists, Danji and Teppei's happy ending can be found here.
Don't Begin Without Me
Tachibana Danji/Shimura Teppei
NC-17, 4062 words, pwp (handcuffs, orgasm denial)
Set middle of episode 10, the night after Teppei's race.
When Danji gets back from the showers, Teppei is, naturally, still handcuffed to the bunk. He's disappointed to see that Teppei has lost his erection, however, and glowers darkly. Teppei squirms a little under the look, though he's obviously trying not to show it, and Danji has to bite back a smile of amusement. He'd promised punishment if Teppei didn't manage to keep himself hard, after all; he doesn't want Teppei to think he'll go easy on him.
"Well, what the fuck am I supposed to do with it if I can't use my hands?" Teppei snaps, before Danji even thinks of saying anything.
Danji shrugs and turns away to towel his hair dry. "You're the one who accepted the challenge and said you could do it. 'Pride goeth before a fall', and all that. So now you-"
"I bet you deliberately took longer in the bath than you had to!"
"-'ll have to take the punishment," Danji finishes calmly, though he allows himself a smile since he knows Teppei can't see him with the towel over his head. "Double punishment," he adds after a heavy pause, "since you're up there to begin with because of your I-can-handle-everything-myself attitude. Be sure to learn the lesson well tonight."
"I thought you said you didn't care about me," Teppei says, trying for a caustic tone and not succeeding very well. They've had this conversation already, earlier in the day, and Danji can tell Teppei is only grasping at straws now. And anyway, whether he admits out loud to caring about Teppei or not, he's been schoolmates with the guy long enough that he's given into the fact that Teppei can read him-can read everyone in their whole class-without words.
So he just laughs a little through his nose and says, as expected of him, "I didn't say that, just that I didn't miss you. Which I didn't. I'm only doing this to take you down a notch, you know."
"Asshole," Teppei bites back, but the look on his face is more pout than scowl, and he shifts over as best he can to make room when Danji climbs up into the bunk with him.
He looks incredible, long and sleek and tanned against the sterile white sheets, his wrists handcuffed to the sides of the bed with the regulation handcuffs they'd been given to practice with in class. Teppei's arms are relaxed but Danji can still see the lines of muscle he's developed from the hard physical training they've done all year, and the runner's muscles in his thighs are still hard and corded from the past week. They're well into Indian summer now, and there's no air conditioning in the dorm rooms, so Danji is sure the goosebumps rising on Teppei's skin are due to anticipation and not cold.
"Well don't just look at me," Teppei complains, "Come on, let's get this game started."
"Chill out, we don't have to be on the field until nine tomorrow." Danji idly runs a finger across the tan line high on Teppei's thighs. His touch is light; he's gratified to see Teppei's cock twitch to life again with just this small movement. "I see you've been waiting for me," he comments.
"Ugh no shit you fucker. That's what I was saying."
He should make Teppei wait a bit more for that, Danji thinks, but they don't have all night, and he's been anticipating this as well, having forced himself to stay in the showers longer than usual to tease Teppei. So he takes Teppei's cock in his hand and brings him to full hardness with quick firm strokes.
Teppei tries to move into Danji's touch, then winces. "The handcuffs," he explains to Danji's questioning look. "I pulled and they cut into my wrists a bit."
"Oh, shit. I'm sorry." Danji casts about for something to pad the manacles with, and ends up pulling his own shirt over his head and stuffing as much of the old, soft cotton into the space between Teppei's wrist and the handcuffs as will go in. He kicks off his shorts and pads Teppei's other wrist with these. "Sorry," he apologizes again. "I meant to pad them earlier but forgot. You okay?"
"Fine," Teppei replies, looking at Danji with a surprised expression on his face, like he's unused to being apologized to or something. "Uh, thanks."
"You talk too much," Danji says, ducking his head.
Embarrassed and unused to being thanked, Danji leans down and whorls his tongue against the inside of Teppei's thigh. Above him, Teppei hisses in sudden pleasure. Danji moves around at random, sucking on the skin of Teppei's thighs and abdomen and even his balls, anywhere but his cock, until Teppei grows impatient and lifts his hips as the only way to show Danji what he wants.
"How's your knee?" Danji wonders, deliberately not taking the hint as his eye catches on the bandage Teppei's been instructed to keep wrapped around his knee still. He sits up and runs his hands gently over the area, kneading the muscles lightly where he can feel them still knotted and tense. Danji's been attending physical therapy at the hospital with Kameno when he can, learning how to give a light massage that doesn't add to an injury, and he's glad for the time spent as he feels Teppei's leg relax under his ministrations.
The surprised look is back in Teppei's eyes, but when he speaks it's only to urge Danji to get back to what he was doing before. "My knee's doing better than certain other parts of me," he says, wiggling his hips suggestively again.
But Teppei's amazement at being treated well digs at Danji's conscience a little, and he refuses to be distracted. Teppei has always looked after the rest of them, pulled or pushed them each where they needed it the most, and Danji thinks with consternation that they should all have taken care of their jouchou better in return. He places a kiss on Teppei's thigh again, then moves down to his knee, brushing his lips over skin that his fingers have just run over.
"Stop," he hears Teppei whisper above him, and when he looks up, Teppei seems to have trouble meeting his eyes.
Crawling up the top of the bed, he leans down until his lips are mere centimeters from Teppei's. "Hey," he whispers, too, "Hey, look at me."
And Teppei really does, adorably obedient, so that Danji can't help smiling into their kiss. This close up, he can see the dark flecks in the brown of Teppei's irises; he can also see all the emotions flitting through Teppei's head: caution, amazement, flaring hope, a little lingering loneliness.
Eventually Teppei's the one to end the kiss, turning his head to the side because he can't pull away. "Tachibana," he says, seriousness weighing down the tone of his voice. But then he apparently changes his mind, or else chickens out, because he grins cheekily and asks, "Is this all there is to your punishment?"
Danji growls down at him, "God do you always have to be such a smartass!" He gives in for the moment though and allows Teppei to turn his attention back to what they're doing. He kisses his way back down Teppei's body, jaw to neck to chest to stomach, giving the head of Danji's cock a flat swipe with his tongue when he gets to it before continuing on all the way to the puckered ring of Teppei's hole.
"Oh, my god," Teppei's voice comes out slightly shaky, as though Danji's tongue is affecting his vocal cords as well. In Danji's hand, Teppei's cock throbs rapidly into hardness.
It's an awkward angle, Danji finds, pushing Teppei's good leg up as far as it'll go for better access. He's never done this before, tonguing someone there, and he's not sure he likes it enough to do it again - though Teppei might be able to persuade him if he keeps making the kinds of noises he's making now. In any case, he keeps it up until Teppei can't control himself anymore and the handcuffs rattle loudly against the bed railings in his attempt to get his hands freed.
"Tachibana!" Teppei practically wails, and Danji chuckles as he sits up.
"Hmm?"
"What you just did... that shouldn't be allowed."
Again, Danji finds himself thinking that Teppei can be cute, especially when his inexperience shows underneath all of his impulsiveness and bravado. He's always jumping into things headfirst without thinking, even when he has no idea how to do them, and then Danji has to be the one to save him from drowning or whatever. Yet somehow Danji's come to like being the one to teach Teppei new things as well.
Beads of sweat are starting to gather on Teppei's forehead and throat, not enough to make his hair cling but enough to entice Danji to climb up again for a taste. He goes straight for a spot low on Teppei's throat that always makes goosebumps rise on his arms and has him writhing, a spot Danji had discovered a couple months back and loves tormenting Teppei with. Teppei usually pushes him away rather violently, complaining that it's too sensitive, so Danji takes this chance to feast properly.
As expected, Teppei starts squirming immediately, complaining loudly enough that Danji really does have to pull back for a moment to shush him. "If you get any louder, someone might hear," he warns.
"But you keep going for all my sensitive spots!"
"Yes but remember how I said this is going to be a punishment?"
"No fair," Teppei whines, like a child, causing Danji to chuckle.
"Well then, maybe this will distract you," Danji offers. He reaches down a hand to stroke Teppei, quick full movements calculated to bring him right to the edge, before leaning down to suckle at his favorite spot on Teppei's throat again.
A string of curses spill from Teppei's lips and the muscles on his arm work as he strains wildly against the handcuffs, unable to handle the double stimulation. Danji pulls away when Teppei starts bucking with his whole body, not wanting him to hurt himself, but he doesn't allow Teppei more than a moment's respite before he takes Teppei's cock into his mouth.
He's familiar enough with Teppei's body now to gauge his responses, so he can tell by the way Teppei's thighs quiver that he's about to hit orgasm. As he swirls his tongue around Teppei's cockhead the way he knows will send Teppei over the edge, he circles the base of Teppei's cock with his thumb and forefinger in a crushing grip, effectively creating a cockring with his fingers. Danji feels Teppei's cock surge and pulse, but he's calculated it well, and instead of coming Teppei let's out all the air he's been holding in his lungs in a rush of frustration.
"That was for going off by yourself and keeping secrets from our whole class," Danji tells him as soon as Teppei stops gasping for breath like maybe he can find his orgasm in the air that way. "I told you not to go off and do shit by yourself and you still did."
Teppei only groans in response, not coherent enough for words yet.
Danji laughs a little and gives Teppei some respite, taking the chance to finally touch his own cock. He heaves a sigh of bone-deep relief. He's been hard ever since earlier, when he'd first bound Teppei to his bed with the handcuffs. The long shower he'd taken hadn't helped much, as tepid as the water had been, because try as he might he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the things he'd wanted to do to Teppei. The way he was going to teach Teppei that it would be much, much better to let Danji in on his plans instead of doing everything by himself.
The way Teppei is watching him now, eyes glittering and full of lust, makes Danji think that, possibly, his plan is working.
"Don't you want me to help you with that?" Teppei offers. "Don't you get enough of your own hand usually?"
"Oh good, you're beginning to understand." Moving to kneel with one knee on either side of Teppei, Danji scoots up until his cock is hovering right over Teppei's mouth. "I'm not undoing your hands yet though, so you can just help this way."
Teppei pouts, of course, but the only effect of that is to make it look like he's kissing Danji's cock. There's no point in pretending to hold out after that, so he wraps his lips around Danji and sucks as well as he can. It's not really an ideal position - Teppei has to crane his neck awkwardly, and it's hard for him to get more than half of Danji's cock into his mouth, and when he accidentally scrapes Danji with his teeth, Danji quickly pulls out again.
"Sorry," apologizes Teppei, looking a little mortified.
"It's fine," Danji reassures him, "It was more surprising than painful." And anyway, you look too fucking good, all tied up and sucking my cock, Danji thinks but doesn't say out loud.
He hops off the bunk quickly to go grab lube-which they finally have now after ages of fucking with vaseline and other makeshift lubricants, because neither of them had thought it important enough to buy real lube on their precious vacation days-and then swings eagerly back up again before Teppei can even finish asking what he's doing.
Danji had already had his fingers in Teppei earlier, to get Teppei hard before leaving for the showers, and what with rimming him again afterwards, he figures Teppei is relaxed enough to go without further prep. But he sticks a finger in Teppei anyway, curled against Teppei's prostate, just to drive the other man crazy.
"Fuck! I said I was sorry!" Teppei screeches, jolting off the bed, and Danji, through his laughter, has to remind him to be quiet once again.
"And just what are you sorry for?"
"T-teeth."
"Buu!" Danji makes the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong answer. Try again." With one fingertip, he spreads the precome that's leaked from Teppei's slit all over his cock head, while he brushes Teppei's prostate again with his other hand and makes more precome leak out. Teppei's eyes are scrunched tightly shut in an expression of extreme pleasure akin to pain.
"Okay okay, I know already! You want me to apologize for doing things by myself and-" Teppei breaks off to gasp sharply as Danji enters him in one swift thrust. "Oh fuck, and keeping secrets from you."
"Very good," praises Danji, running his hands soothingly all the way up Teppei's chest and then down over his thighs. He pays a bit of extra attention to Teppei's injured knee again, allowing Teppei to relax around him, before he starts to move.
For the most part, it's been easy enough to keep his own arousal in check, focused as he'd been on having Teppei exactly where he wants him to be. But just because he hasn't been thinking about it with his mind doesn't mean he hasn't been building it up physically, and Danji finds, quicker than he expects, that he has to really exert himself to keep from coming too soon.
He slows down when he feels himself getting close and speeds up again when he knows he's not in danger of coming. But while this erratic pace helps him, it has Teppei gasping and moaning at each unexpected change. "Oh god, Tachibana..! Need to come!" With his feet planted flat on the cot and his knees drawn up on either side of Danji, and it almost seems like he's pushing himself into the mattress in his effort to reach his climax.
Danji has Teppei's cock in one of his hands now but he doesn't stroke Teppei much, afraid of sending Teppei over the edge quicker than he can check it. He feels Teppei's cock grow even harder, the slight expansion of the cockhead before climax, and immediately he stops pumping into Teppei though all his dick is screaming at him to keep going.
"Some people can do this over and over, you know," Danji says, forcing himself to keep a conversational tone as he squeezes the base of Teppei's cock again, staving off the other's orgasm for the second time. "Some people do it over extended periods of time, on and off, a couple hours a day. Deny themselves for days and days."
The look Teppei gives him is of deep loathing, and makes Danji laugh yet again.
"And if you'd done as you said you would and kept yourself hard while I was in the showers, I would've let you come this time," he tells Teppei. "See, that's what you get for not listening to me."
"You're the biggest asshole I've ever met," Teppei manages to say, and then ruins it by adding, "How was I supposed to keep myself hard when you were gone so long?"
"Good save," Danji says. He's not fooled by Teppei's glib tongue, but it's been long enough anyway and now is as good a time as any to let Teppei free. As he speaks, Danji leans across and unlocks the handcuffs.
He doesn't pull out, and the movement means a shift in angle that makes Teppei cry out in pleasure. Danji freezes, afraid that Teppei is still too close to the edge, but although Teppei tries to buck his hips, there isn't really enough room to move with Danji pratically lying on top of him.
"You must be trying to kill me," Teppei mutters. He rotates his wrists and then his arms for a moment after the handcuffs fall away, making sure of proper bloodflow, and then immediately goes for his own cock.
Danji manages to intercept in time, and places Teppei's arms around his neck instead. "I didn't say you could touch yourself. Don't make me cuff you again," he says, pulling Teppei with him as he sits back up so that Teppei ends up straddling him.
The ceiling is too low for Teppei to be able to move on Danji's length unless he leans forward like he's hugging Danji. It's awkward, because as much as they've enjoyed sex with each other, they certainly aren't like that, but amidst all the maneuvering Danji hits Teppei's prostate again and fuck if Teppei cares how close he has to get to Danji, he just needs to come.
This position means that Teppei's cock gets trapped against his own stomach and Danji's this way, the sensitive underside rubbing against Danji's hard abdomen as he moves. He's leaking so much precome that the friction is amazing, and he doesn't even have time to think that he's going to come before he explodes, keening, clutching tightly at Danji in convulsive waves of orgasm.
"Oh, fuck, Shimura," Danji groans, open-mouthed against Teppei's shoulder, and a split second later he's coming as well, overtaken by the sensation of Teppei all wrapped up around him.
"...I'm dead," Teppei says, when they've both come back down to earth, chin propped loosely on Danji's shoulder. "You've killed me. Congratulations."
Danji shakes in silent laughter and slowly, slowly peels Teppei off him, first his arms and then his legs, still solicitous of Teppei's knee. He misses the soft look on Teppei's face as he jumps off the bed again to grab his discarded towel from earlier to clean themselves up with, but stops at Teppei's smile when he climbs back up.
"What?"
"Nothing," Teppei hedges, taking the towel from Danji's hands and wiping his own come from Danji's stomach before he cleans himself. "My knee will be fine, you know. It's a completely different situation from your high school friend."
"I know," Danji shrugs, a little sheepishly. "but I can't help it. Especially when it affects your ability to walk."
"I won the marathon in the end though, I'm totally capable of walking!"
"Oh yeah? And who was the one that had to ask to borrow my shoulder to stand up afterwards?"
At this, Teppei huffs and turns away to throw the towel at the light switch, successfully turning the lights out. He then lies down on his side, face away from Danji. "You should feel honored," he says petulantly.
Rolling his eyes, Danji settles down too, wedging himself into the tiny space available between Teppei and the wall. He's tired of hopping in and out of the bunk already. "I'm sure enough people have told you this already tonight," he says into the back of Teppei's neck, "but it really was kind of lonely without you."
For a long moment, Teppei doesn't respond. When he does, he speaks all in a rush, and a little too loudly, like he's embarrassed to admit it. "It was lonely for me too."
Danji's known this all along. He isn't unobservant; he reads people just as accurately as Teppei does, even if he prefers to let them work out their own problems instead, and so he hasn't missed the flashes of loneliness that sometimes appears in Teppei's eyes, especially when the rest of the class have talked about their families or their ambitions. And he doesn't miss Teppei's intention, when he lets a hand slip nonchalantly onto the mattress between them, and reaches out to squeeze Teppei's fingers.
"That's because you were too busy pulling the rest of us together," he explains, allowing the darkness between them to gentle the tone of his voice, "that you couldn't feel us tugging on you too."
"Did you really?" Teppei whispers, almost inaudibly.
Wondering what it is exactly that Teppei is so guarded against, Danji starts to sit up so he can look at Teppei's face. He wonders if it has to do with Teppei's father again, his fear of being abandoned, wonders when Teppei will finally be able to face his father and resolve that issue. But when he tries to move his hand to push himself up, Teppei refuses to let go of his grip on Danji's hand.
Suddenly, Teppei flips over and looks at him. It feels like the darkness is pressing them closer together, in the already tight space of the top bunk, and Danji sees, again, a myriad of emotions in Teppei's darkly glittering eyes.
"Tachibana," Teppei begins slowly, only to have Danji cut him off with a kiss.
The thing is, Danji is wary too. Of the whole spectrum of emotions that Danji has seen in Teppei today, he hasn't found the one that he most wants to see. He's thought this over a lot, lying awake nights after fucking Teppei, and unless Teppei is totally sure of what he wants, Danji doesn't want to take the risk either. If Teppei doesn't want him specifically, if all Teppei needs is someone to look after him, well, there are plenty of people to fill that position who are easier to be with than Danji. He knows well enough that while it's one thing to have really great sex behind closed doors at night, it's another thing to turn bed chemistry into a relationship that has to face the light of day.
"Did you know that Momoe is in love with you?" he says casually when they pull apart. "She's a nice girl, you shouldn't leave her hanging for too long."
"Ah, yeah... she's great," Teppei agrees. He looks like he's going to say more for a moment, and Danji hopes, wishes, that he'll say what Danji really wants to hear.
But then abruptly, cheerfully, Teppei changes the subject. "But we should get to sleep soon. What time is it anyway?" He brings up his hand as if to look at his wrist watch, feigning surprise when he finds he's not wearing one and dropping his hand again with a laugh. "Even if we don't have to be out until nine tomorrow, that's a school-wide roll call isn't it? Can't be late for that. I don't want to be slapped again!"
Danji tries not to mind that Teppei doesn't take his hand again.
And in the morning when he wakes up to find that Teppei had returned to his own room sometime during the night, he tries not to feel stupid, either, that he's all scrunched up against the wall by himself.
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2. I'm sorry that it ends this way but canon D:! For shippers/romantists, Danji and Teppei's happy ending can be found here.