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The night was still young, however Haru was still wide awake. The same couldn't be said for the six men in dreamland around him. Seems the sandman forgot him that night.
Once again, Haru found himself staying over at the brothers' house. To be frank, the sole reason he was there in the first place was because the following morning he had no uniform to put on and a cafe to arrive at...and he happened to stop by the prior day.
The biracial man sat up with a low sigh. Haru shot a blank gaze to his left: Todomatsu and Karamatsu were sound asleep, Ichimatsu on the very end. The same could be said for the right of him, Choromatsu and Osomatsu out cold. Albeit the previously said "sound asleep" could be a misinterpretation, as the brothers weren't shy on snoring, however growing up with snoring siblings of his own, Haru was more than used to it by now.
He let out a quiet yawn - finally, he was getting tired and could sleep. Knowing him however, the next yawn wouldn't emerge for a little bit.
He stood, believing pacing around would tire him out, although waking any of the brothers wasn't part of the plan; if so, questions he wasn't in the mood to answer would ensue and before long everyone would open their eyes. With the roll of his eyes, he did it anyway. Hands behind his back, Haru went back and forth, occasionally eyeing the sextet.
It wasn't until he saw Jyushimatsu for what appeared to be the 200th time did he stop in his tracks; Jyushimatsu, although in dreamland like his kin, had a slight redness to his face. He was also drooling, which Haru shrugged off - natural.
He was laid on his back, limbs scattered about and his section of the blanket tossed to his feet. What made a matching redness come to Haru's cheeks was the popped buttons of his pajamas, revealing his impressive chest and the pitched tent in his pants.
More than enough times he'd seen Jyushimatsu move around in his sleep, so the clothing in disarray didn't surprise (or upset) him.
Haru's face continued to burn as he eyed the aroused Jyushimatsu. A quick glance to the still-dreaming five was all Haru did before descending to his knees and crawling over to him. He gulped, sweat raining down his face. The pros and cons regarding the situation rang through his head, however his mind and body were two different people most of the time. Something he hated.
Although, the subject of "what Jyushimatu’s thinking about” also lingered around in his head. He knew Jyushimatsu wasn't new to lewd topics, however in his everyday life he was more child than man.
Haru slowly took the hem of Jyushimatsu's pants and slid them down along with his briefs, he came face-to-face with his erection. Gently taking the base, a gasp escapes Jyushimatsu instantly. Thinking quickly, he put his free hand over Jyushimatsu's mouth and began stroking. This didn't last long however, as three strokes into it while biting his lip Haru could no longer contain himself and simply took the organ in his mouth. Bobbing his head, Haru was in heaven- until he felt the athlete bucking his hips in return. A cold chill went up his spine- Jyushimatsu was awake! Rising off him, he was ready for the fight of his life, only to realize he was doing it in his sleep. He groaned and was about to return to it, however a lightbulb clicked over his head.
Taking the older man by his hips, he flipped Jyushimatsu onto his stomach and raised his backside in the air. Licking his lips with a half smile, Haru spread Jyushimatsu's ass and went to work, lapping away at his entrance before slowly entering his tongue. He could feel his boxers getting uncomfortable but ignored it. Small gasps and light moans escaped Jyushimatsu, who at this point Haru was contemplating and/not caring if awake or asleep. He was growing more and more sure about the latter.
It was until he met eyes with a panting Jyushimatsu that his blood turned ice-cold. The athlete was looking right over his shoulder, smiling shakily with lidded eyes. He was awake...and enjoying it.
"Wh-why'd you stop~?" Jyushimatsu softly said in between pants.
Instead of riling him up more, Jyushimatsu's question sent shivers up and down Haru's spine. Without a second thought, he buried it down into the depths of himself before giving him a half smile.
Haru returned Jyushimatsu on his back. Next, Haru unbuttoned and discarded his top, and locked lips with him. The athlete flinched to the sudden action but kissed in return, wrapping his arms around the younger man's neck. "If you wanted to fool around Haru, you could just tell me~" Jyushimatsu added, breaking the kiss.
"I didn't, actually, couldn't sleep so I walked around but couldn't get tired then I saw you...you were having a wet dream, so I…" Haru replied, trailing off.
Jyushimatsu shook his head and smiled at Haru. "I guess I was dreaming something lewd, it's okay…!" He continued, before turning to the sleeping five to his left then back to the biracial man, "We should probably find somewhere else?"
Haru nodded in response. The two stood, before stealthily making their way downstairs and taking refuge on the couch. Hitting the cushion, the athlete and artist resumed their make out session, Jyushimatsu on top this time.
He broke the kiss and looked down, eyeing their erections.
"Hey Haru, can I top you? Please! Please!”
“No.”
“Please!” the athlete continued, clasping his hands. “Please, please, please pleeaasssee!”
The request caused Haru's already flushed face to darken. His eyes leaned off to the side as he thought, before he cupped the athlete's chin, bringing him back. Haru simply nodded in response before kissing Jyushimatsu once again. Before the artist could even react the kiss was broken and Jyushimatsu flipped him onto his stomach. Embarrassment (and slight relief) washed over Haru, feeling Jyushimatsu pull his briefs down, resting midthigh however he jolted upon feeling the athlete's tip nudge his entrance.
Haru immediately covered his mouth, Jyushimatsu slowly entered him. He panted heavily into his palms, adjusting to the intrusion before letting out a muffled yelp as Jyushimatsu began thrusting...which wasn't the most gentle or well paced.
Haru clung to the couch as Jyushimatsu thrusted, his erection grinding against the upholster with every movement. Shortly into it he returned Haru onto his back, panting down at him as he continued to buck his hips.
"...S-Slow...slow down, Jyushimatsu~"
"Are you sure~? You sound like your liking it, Haru~"
Holding the artist's hip with one hand Jyushimatsu kept Haru in place as he thrusted, the other taking and stroking his erection. Haru let out a quiet moan, which he quickly muffled with his palm. Jyushimatsu immediately took his hand away.
"I want to see you cum~ I want to hear your moans too~" He continued.
With every other thrust, Haru let out a soft moan or groan; nothing but music to Jyushimatsu's ears. Haru cupped Jyushimatsu's chin, bringing him closer and kissed him, the latter kissing right back.
"Fu~I'm close~I'm almost there." He exclaimed, his usually loud voice now hushed and wet. He continued, "Ha-Haru~ I'm close, let me cum inside please~I'm almost-ahhh~!"
Haru shakily nodded in response. With that and a final, deep thrust Jyushimatsu came. Haru gulped and shuddered, drool escaping the corner of his mouth as he was being filled, his own erection still twitching (no matter how much Jyushimatsu stroked, then squeezed accidentally upon climaxing).
Panting, Jyushimatsu pulled out of Haru with a huff and laid back. Catching his breath, he and the athlete sat in silence, however Jyushimatsu only continued to scoot closer then hug him.
"What are you doing?" He dryly asked with the raise of an eyebrow.
"Hugging you!"
"Why?"
"Because I want to." Jyushimatsu said with a gentle smile. Haru was about to speak but Jyushimatsu silenced him with a finger to his lips, "I want to hug you because I like you Haru, is that so hard to believe? I care about you like you, we all do."
The artist was about to speak only for the sound of snoring to hit his ears and the source, a sleeping Jyushimatsu to come into view. Pokerfaced, Haru shook his head at the sight but leaned in and pecked the athlete's forehead, which caused a small giggle to escape him.
A small "Heh" escaped Haru, followed by "He usually lasts longer than that…" before he rose to his feet, bottoms returning to his waist and after ruffling Jyushimatsu's hair with a second, final forehead kiss, he returned upstairs.