It’s in the little things. It’s not really about how Haruka smiles or talks or moves. It’s about the small, imperceptible changes of intensity in his eyes, the never-ending crashing of violent waves in him, the smallest touch. It’s the smallest, gentlest variation in his voice when he calls, “Nagisa” as he digs his fingers into the smaller’s soft skin. It’s not particularly in his kisses that Nagisa finds the most delight. It’s in Haruka’s full knowledge that whenever he comes home, Nagisa will be there. It’s in Haruka’s unwavering faith that the blond, small, tiny boy will not slip between his fingers like the water he so often drenches himself in.

It’s not in his voice that Nagisa finds love. It’s in the way Haruka always glances over to make sure he’s there, and not because he believes Nagisa would run away. He does so because they don’t look at each other nearly as much as they would like. Haruka’s eyes are never-ending presence and Nagisa finds it comforting, like an extended hand. Haruka’s eyes burn on his skin especially when he thrusts into him, pressing his lips on the light skin covering Nagisa’s shoulder. It’s in the little breaths Nagisa can hear behind him and feel on his sweaty body, tiny warm puffs of breath keeping him warm even during winter and when the same scenario repeats on the crumpled sheets and with the older’s arms wrapped around him. It’s in the way Haruka makes sure his lover is feeling comfortable, the way he nuzzles into him before starting to make his way into him.
He’s never declared love, and yet Nagisa feels it constantly, in the little things, moments, during long winter days they spend warming each other up.

Pairing: Nagisa/Rei
Avvertimenti: public sex, in inglese, nsfw
Parole: 746

“Nagisa-kun, isn’t this… inappropriate?”
The azure-haired boy’s voice comes almost in a whisper, broken by tiny, almost imperceptible shivers running up his spine, electrifying his heart, and shaking his vocal cords.
“I think it’s fun, and exciting,” the blond replies, looking up at him. His hand is buried down, deep into Rei’s pants, caressing him excruciatingly slow. His tiny fingers wrap so easily around the other male’s cock, they touch his balls with a sweetness that seems to pour like honey from every little thing Nagisa does.

Rei sighs, tilting his head back like that could make breathing any easier, but he already has to control his breathing, avoid making noises.
After all, it was his idea to go buy clothes together, he should take responsibility. What wasn’t his fault is that Nagisa opened the door to his booth without knocking, and Rei had to pull his pants up in a hurry because they might be used to be naked around one another, but in a clothing shop? That’s embarrassing. And inappropriate. And awkward. All things Nagisa absolutely loves, in the same way a kid loves to smash things just for the fun of breaking them and pissing adults off.

So now Nagisa is jerking him off in a damn clothing shop’s booth, and Rei has to keep his voice down, avoid people worrying that someone might be getting stabbed in the shop, only to find two boys dry humping in a public place. Which really shouldn’t come to anybody’s mind. But then again, Nagisa isn’t just anybody. He thinks of something and does it, says it, if they sound fun enough. And seeing Rei struggle to not moan in public is making him giddy.
His hand picks up moving faster, and his face moves closer to Rei’s, to breathe his panting, to feel his excitement in the air immediately surrounding him.

“Do you want my butt?” Nagisa asks in a whisper, with a giant grin on his face.
“What? Nagisa… not that,” Rei replies, a bit panicked now.
“Calm down, I just mean… you could rub Rei-chan’s… ochinchin against my butt,” Nagisa retorts, a bit amused and a bit embarrassed.
He is such a walking contradiction.
“Nagisa-kun, you can do these things in public with no questions asked but you can’t call things their name? Penis?” Rei schools him, but breaks his words when Nagisa’s hand moves even faster inside of his pants. The older blond does not reply, but he goes on the tip of his toes to whisper into Rei’s ear, “I want Rei-chan’s ochinchin now.”
“That is not… sexy. It makes me think I’m… getting masturbated by a child, please use some other word,” Rei asks, feeling arousal pool up into him.
“It doesn’t look like you’re getting soft though, Rei-chan,” the other whispers amused, soothing.

“I will… I will perform oral on you after I come, okay?” Rei pants, before covering his mouth to stop sounds from coming out from him.
“’Kaaaaay,” Nagisa chirps softly in a sing-song, while his fingers rush to bring Rei to an easy, quick climax. Right before he does, Nagisa kneels down, paying him the same favor first, with his lips wrapping up around the younger’s cock. It feels so wet, so tight, so warm, and it’s Nagisa-kun’s lips lovingly closed around him: Rei really cannot resist any more. He comes abundantly, choking his grunts by pinching his nose and blocking his mouth, so that he cannot breathe and make loud noises. A pair of tears form at the corner of his eyes, as Nagisa stands back up, wiping his mouth after swallowing.
“Now it’s Rei-chan’s turn,” he purrs, with laughter in his voice. He stretches up for a kiss, but Rei immediately slaps a hand on his mouth.
“Nagisa-kun! Unsanitary,” he protests in a sharp whisper, which makes Nagisa frown. And then burst in a soft giggle.
“Rei-chan really is weird.”
“Speak for yourself! You’re the one who wanted to… to copulate–”
“–fuck,” Nagisa corrects him, amused.
“… Yes, and… and you are the weird one!” Rei goes on protesting, with a pout on his face and his cheeks still red.
“You’re right,” Nagisa agrees, with a wide grin. “I’m weird, and you’re weird. We are a perfect pair of weirdos,” he concludes, kissing the corner of Rei’s mouth. And the other can really do nothing at that, except take a deep breath, and smile too.
“Are you gonna blow me now or what?”
“Nagisa-kun!”

The heat is too much. It is honestly suffocating. Nagisa tosses and turns in his bed, whining in his sleep for how hard it is to find any comfort or a fresh patch to lie on, and then all of a sudden, like a big vacuum of time and space happened, he finds himself looking in a mirror, with the weirdest, and lightest outfit he has ever seen.

He’s wearing a frilly, cute skirt, pink and white on the edges, a small bust that stretches right around his torso and hips, highlighting just how graceful his form is. His muscly arms are barely covered by a pair of short, puffy sleeves, and there are ribbons in his hair. He knows because he is looking in a mirror, and horrified he observes himself up and down, wondering how he ended up wearing something like that.

The more he looks, the more he searches for an answer as to why he is dressed like that, his eyes dart to his own hands, with pretty purple, gold and black bracelets jingling at his wrist. And then he runs them up his own thighs, enchanted by the way his fingers delicately touch his own skin, the way his hand disappears under the skirt, between his legs. It is odd, because it does not feel like it is him now palming himself. It feels like someone is guiding his hand, wrapping it around his still soft cock, and keeping it there in a teasing manner. Nagisa puffs out, with warmth and stickiness wrapping him up, and his hips jolt just a little, enough to make him lean forward so that now his other hand is against the cold surface of the mirror. There is nothing behind him, he can only see black reflected at his back, and somehow he cannot turn around, he cannot look for a way out. There is nobody. Just him and himself.

“I’m cute,” he realizes, vainly twisting his hips to show off his thighs to himself. “I’m really cute, yes I am,” he concludes with a happy smile, now too taken by his own reflection.
His hand slides up and down his erection, fondles his balls, teases all the area around his hole, as he bends forward to reach it. But his eyes never leave the magenta orbs staring back into him, as the mirror reproduces everything he does. He moans, just a little sound getting lost in the void surrounding him, but he also realizes, his voice sounds cute too. He is so cute. “I’m so cute.”
“So cute,” he repeats to himself, with his eyes darkening. “So sickening, so cute.”
His blond hair get into his eyes and it prickles, but he does not stop looking at himself masturbate, with his tongue caressing his own lips so intensely he does not even know anymore who’s kissing him, if that is even happening. But he is cute, he is getting himself off, and he looks absolutely gorgeous in a weird, appealing way.
The heat rises spinning like the blackness around him, and yet the mirror is the only fixated point. When he comes, his semen is spread on his reflected torso, making him look so deliciously dirty.

“You’re a slut, Nagisa,” he jokes to himself, grinning, before leaning his forehead against the surface. “So cute,” he breathes once more, looking up at his reflected face, and now there’s his room behind him, he is wearing normal school clothes. Frowning, he turns to look around, but before it disappears from the corner of his eye, his reflection winks at him.
Widening his eyes, he turns back again, to inspect it better, but it does not seem to do anything different from what he knows he’s doing. After a few seconds, he decides it is his imagination playing tricks on him. Yeah, after all he has a very vivid one.

When he wakes up, he is drenched in sweat, panting, with his clothes completely wet, and a lump in his boxers. He does not remember his dream, but he is surrounded by a suffocating sense of fear, but arousal too.
It must’ve been a wet dream that he cannot remember.
And then he looks over at his bedside table: it’s way too late, and for a second his breath cuts in his lungs. And then he remembers: it’s summer, he’s on holiday. He relaxes, staring at the ceiling. Before getting up, he throws a look at himself in the mirror.