Homewrecker

Chuckling softly, Masaaki rolled back onto his side and reached for the smaller male, pulling him to him in one fluid motion and just holding him close for a moment. “If my restraint snaps, it won’t just be a little.” He said in his ear, another chuckle rolling off of his tongue as the words left his mouth.

A small sound of surprise escaped Toma as he was pulled up close to Masaaki, though his shock went away quickly and faded into him relaxing up against the taller male. “I can’t work if I have bruises that prevent me from sitting you know.” Toma muttered against Masaaki’s neck innocently, hands gently patting at his chest.

At his gentle nudges, Masaaki rolled over so that he was laying on his back, one arm crossed behind his head while the other reached out and grabbed Toma’s hand, giving it an appreciative little squeeze. “I remember,” he teased, grinning at the brunette as his mind slowly filled with memories of that night, doing nothing but exciting him more, “You were practically begging me for more.”

His whole face heated up extremely fast as Masaaki mentioned the fact that he had quite literally begging him to spank him more at the time, it was very embarrassing for him to think about in any way.. After all he wouldn’t say such things all the time, he was just far too embarrassed by it for his own good.

“You little tease,” Masaaki growled flirtatiously, narrowing his eyes as he wrapped an arm loosely around the smaller, who was finally getting into bed and scooting close enough for their legs to intertwine beneath the sheets. Chuckling softly at the mere suggestion of getting whipped, Masaaki leaned in and gently nuzzled Toma’s cheek with his nose.

Fingers carefully trailed up and down Masaaki’s chest as he laid back, just listening to his boyfriend speak. The slight apologetic tone that had laced his voice was something nice to hear, despite the fact that Toma didn’t wasn’t angry at him or anything for the rough treatment.

He was reluctant to release Toma’s hand, but slowly allowed it to slide from his grasp as they neared the bed. Rather than moving to his side of the bed, or the side opposite to Toma, Masaaki stood still and admired the view of his boyfriend stripping his clothes off one by one. Raising an eyebrow when the he stopped, Masaaki met his gaze as he spoke.

After he had spoke, his hands began to pull down his boxers with one fluid movement, allowing the fabric to fall to his ankles before he stepped out of them slowly, his gaze moving up to watch Masaaki start to strip himself. He was.. Incredibly attractive to Toma. His cheeks were flushing pink despite the fact that he had seen this man naked multiple times.. In multiple situations, doing multiple things...

The smile he’d been struggling to smother finally broke across his face at the response he’d received, but before he could say anything else his request was being fulfilled and Toma was pressing another sweet kiss to his lips. Laying one hand on his hip for support, Masaaki kissed him back, almost giving a small, displeased groan when he pulled back all to soon. “You little cheater, you didn’t even give me a chance to accept.”

His lips were sweet and laced with the faintest taste of the coffee he had been drinking, which had been expected from the both of them currently. But for some reason, having the taste coming from Masaaki’s lips made it so much more.. Better.

Intertwining their fingers once again, Masaaki narrowly resisted the urge to tug the tiny male back down onto his lap. Instead, he felt Toma giving his hand a gentle tug, his big brown eyes filled with hope. With a shake of his head, Masaaki scooted forward on the couch, actually having to crane his neck to continue peering up at him. 

Eyes gazed down at Masaaki as he scooted forward, yet stopped at the edge of the couch. At first he assumed it was because he was too close for him to be able to properly stand up, but as he was about to take a step back he heard his boyfriend speaking with that slight teasing tone. “How about I give you another kiss and you come with me?” Toma mused, leaning forward to place another chaste kiss upon his lips.

Masaaki had an almost overwhelming urge to pinch Toma’s cheeks, which were filling with air as he pouted, but he was somehow able to stifle it. Good. He would have continued telling him just how much he deserved it until he finally understood, so although he knew that Toma wasn’t exactly convinced so much as simply embarrassed, Masaaki was willing to let it go.

Leaning against Masaaki’s legs, Toma reached out to carefully take his boyfriends hand again, not wishing to let go just because he stood up. “I wasn’t going to go to sleep, but I was hoping you’d come lay with me.” Lightly, he tugged on the other males hand, staring at him with a hopeful glance.

“You do deserve it,” he said firmly, leaving no room for an argument, “You’re cute and sweet, and you’re always putting about others above yourself, even if they don’t deserve it; if someone like you doesn’t deserve to be treated like royalty, no one does.” People can pretend to be kind– they can even pretend to be good– all they want, but when it comes down to who’s truly thoughtful and who’s simply playing games, there’s no one who can see the difference clearer than those who’ve been trained for it. Masaaki has been living with Toma for long enough to see that this isn’t simply a facade.

Flushing deeply, Toma turned his head to the side in attempt to slightly hide his embarrassed expression, finding himself unable to even try to fight back this time. It was far too embarrassing and he knew that Masaaki wouldn’t stop. “Okay-- Okay.. I get it.” He puffed softly, his cheeks filling with air as he pouted for a second before letting it go.

Settling one hand on Toma’s hip, Masaaki felt the corner of his mouth twitching with amusement, “I know you don’t ‘need’ to be treated like a prince, that’s exactly why I want to. You deserve it.” He’s cute and he works really hard, not to mention the fact that his first experience when it came to dating was a bit… tainted. Why that asshole thought it would be a good idea to drag Toma along like that, Masaaki would never understand.

Having the other males hand on his hip wasn’t a big deal to him, after all he had been touched a lot more by this guy before. They were both just adjusting to him changing the way he was sitting, so he didn’t quite feel the need to move his hand. “Deserve? I don’t really think so..”

His response made Masaaki want to sneer, but he bit down on his lip and focused on keeping his face blank, or as blank as he could manage. He did not want to think of Toma with his ex, ever again. In fact… he didn’t really want to think of Toma being with anyone; anyone except for him, that is. It was an extremely cheesy thought, but it was also extremely true. The mere thought of someone swooping in a stealing the little guy from him had the Psychologist all but seething.

Shifting himself to sit awkwardly on one of Masaaki’s legs, he removed his legs from under him and rested on the male. His roommates response was sweet, but at the same time it made him want to pout more.. It was frustrating, trying to get his feelings out properly to Masaaki in a way that he would understand where he was coming from.

Blinking down at the smaller male, who was suddenly pouting, Masaaki felt his smile slipping. His words obviously hadn’t done him any favors when it came to convincing Toma of… well, anything. “Even if you and I hadn’t crossed the line between roommates and lovers, were you really planning to stay with him? He was an asshole– even if he was your first boyfriend, he didn’t deserve you.” 

“I don’t know..” Honestly, he hadn’t even realized he was being treated so poorly to begin with, he assumed it was a normal thing up until him and Masaaki had crossed the line.. Big time, like really big time crossing that line, multiple times at that.

He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been expecting, but the answer he got wasn’t it. Not only had he not been expecting to get an honest answer, but he also hadn’t been expecting Toma’s strange mood to be over… them. The fact that he’s been worrying about where they stood meant a lot to him, so much so that it had a small smile forming on his lips, one that he struggled to smother.

Toma puffed his cheeks for a moment before he had began to pout in a rather obvious way, his bottom lip sticking out oh so slightly. His gaze refused to settle on the taller man before him. Nothing Masaaki had said helped him in the slightest, he still had no clue if this man had only wanted him sexually or romantically.

Reaching out, Masaaki was about to tilt Toma’s face upwards so that he could get a better look at his face, but before he got there Toma was already looking up at him. Simply sufficing to give his roommate a gentle tap on the chin, he raised an eyebrow to show that his words didn’t fool him for a second.

Frowning slightly as his chin was tapped lightly, knowing that Masaaki didn’t believe him for a second. Despite his best attempts at acting normal when he was upset it seemed all too easy for Masaaki to spot that something was wrong.

It had been a while since he first noticed the odd way Toma was acting– or the odder way he’d been acting, that is. He wasn’t exactly the most normal guy, and reading him was close to impossible. He bottles himself up tighter than anyone Masaaki had ever met, and that’s saying a lot when taking in the fact that he’s a Psychologist. 

Silently sipping his coffee as Masaaki entered the room, he tried not to pay attention to the large man even as he sat next to him up close and personal. Even though he had even asked what he was thinking.. He just couldn’t bring himself to actually talk about it.