#ainana

It wasn't like you never came home.

It was just.. Yamato knew you'd come home in a week. Seven days. About 168 hours. Not that long. He's waited longer for things.

Fuck, but it's been a so long already! He wasn't the type to get clingy, (unless he was drunk, that was a whole other story) but a month is too long for a business trip.

Yamato flopped onto your bed, pillows jumping at the sudden weight. He turned his head to one side, staring one of your plushies right in the beaded eye. If he really squinted, he could see a pathetic expression reflected back. Earlier, Yamato had already told IDOLISH7 that he would be staying over at partner's house to clean up. Mitsu had shot at him with a "You? Cleaning? Man, they must be really spoiling you~"

Mitsuki had gotten a pillow thrown at his head for that.

In his defense, he did clean! On some days. Most days he visited, he'd just lay on their bed and nap. If he had extra time on his hands, Yamato would just sprawl on the couch and scroll on his phone. He cooks here and there, just to chase off the boredom. This schedule was good. Manageable. His feelings just had to be pushed aside for the time being. Just wait for seven more days, but in the meantime he'd do what he'd always done when you were gone.

Letting out a groan, he rolled over, grabbing a random long pillow and gripped it against his chest. The bed was so cold and quiet, the clock ticking. The air was still, and the loudest thing Yamato could hear was his own breathing. Not anyone else's, just his own, in a room that wasn't his.

Suddenly, the tightness in his chest grew a bit stronger to the point he couldn't ignore it. He grabbed a blanket, holding it up to his face. Embarrassingly, it was just to soothe himself, but his eyes widened at the sudden scent. Ah-!?

A soapy and sweet scent hit him, with a tiny bit of the lotion you used. It was mostly detergent, but it was yours.* Honestly, Yamato would sooner die than let anyone know, but he melted a little more into the mattress, the blanket scrunching up in his fists. It smelled so clean and fresh and so much like you. Of course, your human scent is gone with time, but it was enough for now..

“Haaah..”

Curling up on his side, Yamato let his eyes flutter shut, sleepily holding the blanket and pillow close. If he just closed his eyes, he could just.. almost pretend you were there. An evening nap wasn't ideal, but..

He shifted his position a little, and the long pillow tucked in-between Yamato's legs pressed even more snugly against him. It was firm yet plush, and..

Yamato slowly moved his hips a little more, a soft exhale of air escaping his nostrils as he did. The solid weight rubbing against his dick felt.. surprisingly nice. Well, not surprising actually, he'd humped a few of his pillows when he was a horny teen. Ever since he started dating you though, he'd never had to do that again. Why fuck a pillow when you could have the real thing to grind against?

That would be true most of the time, but you weren't here. Yamato closed his eyes, and pressed his nose into the top of the pillow, breathing in. Slowly, his hips started to move, back and forth. You wouldn't mind right? As long as he cleaned up his mess, if he made any.

The pillowcase must've been freshly washed.. a weird feeling bloomed in his chest as Yamato realized he was dirtying a sweet-smelling, clean pillow like this. It wasn't even his, he would be tainting his cute partner's pillow. While they were gone, even worse! Shame rose deep in his belly. To Yamato's surprise, so did arousal. Fuck. There's no way he had some sort of corruption kink?!

The plushie he'd been in a staring match before peered back at him. Quickly grabbing it, he turned it around to face the wall. Pillow humping was too fucking embarrassing for there to be a damn plushie watching him.

“Mmh..!”

One particularly harsh grind against the pillow made him jolt and let out a sound that was too loud for his liking.

“Actually.. why stay quiet, no one's even here..”

Yamato mumbled to nobody in particular, his sleepy mind removing all filters from his mouth. His legs pressed together, pushing the pillow even harder against his cock. Electric shocks of pleasure travelled down his spine, forcing a little grunt out of him. It could never compare to grinding against you, warm skin instead of cold fabric.

The thought of you just stoked the heat in his stomach and made him more frustrated. His whole body screamed, needing to hold flesh and blood instead of this cold substitute.

Yamato closed his eyes yet again, really focusing on the way your voice sounds. Every breath, every time you hiss out your “s”, your lips popping and moving, or the slight accent you had for certain words. Everything. His mind went wild.

“Good boy, doing all the work huh?”

His mind had conjured up your voice, whispering and cooing into his ear as he thrust against the pillow. Yamato really, really tried his best not to whimper, but barely held it back. This would drive him crazy..!

“Just a little bit more, so pretty for me aren't you?”

He let out a shaky gasp at that. Damn it, he was still weak for praise. Soft, sweet praise that made him feel like he was being spoiled and pampered, that got his cock twitching in his pants. Even with fabric in-between, he felt so damn sensitive it was dizzying. A particularly good angle was found, and he moaned into the cloth. The blanket smelled so good.. the thought of tainting such a clean thing made him even hornier.

He imagined rubbing against you, humping your thighs, feeling your arms on him, anything. Yamato missed you so much. Far too soon, his already fragile composure cracked, loud gasps interrupting his thoughts. "Fuck, gonna cum thinking of you-"

A few more thrusts, and he let out a barely intelligible, strangled whine of your name. Yamato's body jerked, holding the pillow tight as he felt himself spill in his own pants like an inexperienced teen again. Damn it.

For a whole minute, he lay there, curling up into a loose ball around the pillow. His harsh breathing sounded more like wheezes after that, and Yamato couldn't help but nuzzle into the blanket to muffle his sounds. His whole body felt shaky, and all he needed was a good cuddle. The closest thing to that was..

Grabbing his phone from the nightstand, Yamato quickly called your number. It was embarrassing, but it was practically muscle memory by now. He placed the phone flat on the bed and snuggled back into the blankets.

“Hellooo-? Yama, what's up over there? Anything wrong?”

A little puff of air came from his mouth, a half laugh of sorts. It was really hard to keep his voice from shaking..

“Hi cutie. What, do I need an important reason to call you? I thought missing you was enough, hmm?”