Tatsuma purrs, pleased at Kyouichi's cute noises as he sucks and licks at his nipples. He makes them into sensitive points as Kyouichi's hands clench and unclench in his hair. "Spread your legs wider," he orders and Kyouichi can't help but obey, the promise of pleasure in his voice so sweet and impossible to ignore. Tatsuma's eyes are slits as he approvingly looks at Kyouichi's needy, flushed face. "What do you want?" he murmurs into his ears, his tone soft, both begging and commanding for an answer.
Kyouichi moans lowly, refusing to tell him outright. "You know what I want," he manages to get out, still clinging to the last of his dignity. But when Tatsuma strokes his arousal teasingly, the soft touches drive him mad with frustration, "Damnit, Tatsuma! I want you to fuck me so hard that I'm going to be dripping with come for the next three days," He grounds out impatiently in a lusty whisper. Tatsuma lets out a predatory growl at the prospect.
His breath is heavy as he replies, "I'm going." Kyouichi's back still arches at the intrusion although he's used to it by now. Within moments, he's digging his nails into Tatsuma's back, and then he's pleading him for more and harder and deeper until it's too much to take and--
Kyouichi rolls off his bed and lands on the floor with a resounding thump. The unexpected event shocks him out of his sleep before the pain does. "Shit!" he winces and rubs the back of his head where it connected rather unpleasantly with the hard wooden surface as he sits up. As he wonders why he had been so restless in his sleep, murky images from a dream where he was having sex with his best friend flood his mind. "SHIT."
Fuuuck, why'd he have to have that dream?! I mean, sure, dreaming about sex was normal, and imagining sex with one your friends was possibly even more normal! But having a fucking wet dream about your best friend, who was extremely male, nevermind how cute he was, was just-- Wait, what!? "Shit."
So apparently to make things worse, it turns out he's been subconsciously harboring special feelings toward said male best friend. Kyouichi flops bonelessly back to ground and finds himself remembering it very thoroughly. Tatsuma's hands tight in his hair as they kissed deeply, almost forgetting the need to breathe... Tatsuma's mouth finding all of the spots that made him moan with practiced ease... Tatsuma's body moving against his own, the friction amazing even through their clothes... Tatsuma over him, eyes darkened and dilated, heatedly cooing husky promises that make him shiver...
Hold on a second! Kyouichi rewinds his fantasy and notices something very wrong with it. Tatsuma over him? Not only was he just fantasizing about the dream where he was having sex with his male best friend, but he was fucking bottom?! Kyouichi buries his face into his hands, "Shit."