\nAuthors<\/b>: mousapelli<\/a> and rikikomori<\/a>
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: NC-17
\nSummary<\/b>: Nikaido can spend the night at Yokoo’s apartment any time he wants, but Senga has to take advantage of the opportunity when it pops up.
\nAN<\/b>: Written for kink bingo<\/a>, “voyeurism” square on the “long-distance” card. Lol why are all of these about Senga? Sorry, Kenpi. <\/p>\n
Watch What You Wish For<\/b><\/p>\n
Nikaido stands in front of Senga, eyes big and hopeful, and if he had a tail it would be wagging appealingly.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fine, whatever,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga gives in without any fight at all, smiling when Nikaido calls him the best ever<\/i> and dashes off at top speed to tell Yokoo that Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s agreed to switch rooms for the night. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not every day their whole group gets to stay in an onsen overnight for a photobook shoot, let the pair of them have a thrill.<\/p>\n
Fujigaya raises an eyebrow when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s Senga who lets himself back into the room instead of Yokoo. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sprawled across his futon with the blankets kicked off because of the heat, yukata just as disheveled as the sheets, and Senga tries not to stare too obviously. Not that Fujigaya would notice, occupied as he is with his phone, as always, but still, it wouldn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t do to let on so blatantly that maybe Nikaido wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t the only one hoping to switch rooms tonight.<\/p>\n
Senga hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t decided to make a move yet, or even if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s going to. He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s content to watch for now, especially when Fujigaya looks so good. He prefers it, in fact, this casual, lazy Fujigaya, with no makeup and hair wild from drying against his pillow, his whole body loose-limbed and careless when he knows there aren\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t any cameras around.<\/p>\n
It isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t long before Fujigaya tosses his phone aside and they turn out the lights, but Senga can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t sleep. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too hot and sticky, and he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s too aware of Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s steady breathing, how his futon is only half a meter away from Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s own. He wonders if Fujigaya is awake too, thinks casually about rolling over and finding out, of how he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d wake up Fujigaya if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not, or all the other stuff they could do if he is.<\/p>\n
He hasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t gotten very far into his fantasy when the noises start from the other side of the wall. He should have expected it, honestly, though part of him had hoped that Nikaido hadn’t wanted to switch rooms solely for that<\/i> reason. Yokoo has his own apartment, after all. They can do it whenever they want.<\/p>\n
The other part of him understands the appeal, especially when yukatas are involved. His mind quickly goes back to Fujigaya, how he can smell Fujigaya’s scent from here, the lingering remains of his cologne even after a relaxing bath. Given the chance, Senga would jump to be close to him like that, and he wouldn’t give a damn who heard.<\/p>\n
It’s quite different being on the other end of that scenario, however. Being that Nikaido is loud in every other aspect of his life, even when he sleeps<\/i>, it’s only natural he’d be loud like this too. He and Yokoo aren’t the two most impatient ones in the group for nothing, so Senga figures if they’re not having sex yet, they’re damn near about to, mostly because Nikaido isn’t hissing for Yokoo to get a fucking move on already.<\/p>\n
What he is<\/i> saying is filthy, colorful swear words mixed with Yokoo’s first name and grunts that escalate in pitch as time goes on. Senga can hear Yokoo, too\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhis sounds are deeper, more of a whisper when he speaks, though Senga can still make out phrases like “feels so good” every now and then. It shouldn’t bother him that he can’t figure out who is topping whom, yet it does.<\/p>\n
There’s a shuffle in the sheets next to him and Senga starts to move, happy to have someone with whom to suffer through this torture, but then a third sound joins the mix, a soft gasp that Senga would never hear if it wasn’t right next to him<\/i>.<\/p>\n
He freezes, the reality of the situation weighing down on him suddenly. It’s one thing to listen to Yokoo and Nikaido have sex on the other side of the wall, but it’s quite another to listen to Fujigaya do whatever he’s about to do no less than an arm’s length away, close enough to touch. It doesn’t stop with one gasp, either; Fujigaya’s breathing is audible, staggered, and if that’s not an indication that he’s touching himself, the slight rustle of covers would be.<\/p>\n
At first Senga doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t dare turn to look, but after only two or three minutes, he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stand not<\/i> to look any longer. What he sees is even better than he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d been imagining, the moonlight coming in through the window highlighting Fujigaya as if the whole thing had been staged just for Senga. Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head is thrown back, eyes closed, his yukata disheveled enough from his movement that it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s slipping off one shoulder already and open nearly the whole way down his chest. Just below the tie that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s barely keeping the whole thing on his body (and oh<\/i> why is that so much hotter than if he were actually naked?), Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hand is wrapped tight around himself, his cock hard and tall where it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sticking out of his fist.<\/p>\n
He isn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t wasting any time, jerking himself off in rhythm to Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s unmuffled moaning, and Senga is shoving his own yukata and sheet out of the way before he thinks about what he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s doing. When he gets a hand around himself he has to bite down on his lip to keep from moaning out loud and attracting attention to himself. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so wrong, getting off on watching Fujigaya, on listening to his best friend either fucking or getting fucked, he still can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t figure it out, but the wrongness of it only makes Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin prickle more, makes him want it harder. He wonders if Fujigaya is thinking about fucking or being fucked, who he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s thinking about doing it with, or if he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s even thinking about joining in next door. He wonders if he asked right now, what Fujigaya would let him do to him.<\/p>\n
And the wrongest part of all is that Senga doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even want to find out, because then he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122d have to stop watching Fujigaya touch himself. Fujigaya looks so good chasing his release without realizing anybody\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s watching, uninhibited and focused only on his own pleasure. He thrusts up into his fist, thumbing his tip, and his breathing is getting rougher as he gets closer, making his chest rise and fall irregularly, his yukata falling even farther open.<\/p>\n
Senga is watching so openly that there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no way he can pretend he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s doing anything else when Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s head falls to the side and his eyes open. Senga freezes, totally caught, expecting Fujigaya to stop, to yell at him maybe, to be disgusted with him. Instead, Fujigaya doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t even pause, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so close he can\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t actually stop, and the only thing that happens is that he flushes a red so bright that Senga can see it even with how the moonlight washes everything out.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop, please?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says, voice low but loud enough to be heard over Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s moaning of Yokoo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You look so hot like that, please don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t stop.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
“Fuck, Kento,” Fujigaya whispers, and even his voice is hot, deep and raspy. “I can’t\u00e2\u20ac\u201d”<\/p>\n
Senga’s already rolling over the second Fujigaya says his name, lying next to him and abandoning his own stimulation to drift his fingers across Fujigaya’s bare skin. Fujigaya jumps at the touch, fisting himself faster and he stares helplessly at Senga before tossing his hair back, stretching out his throat.<\/p>\n
“Come for me,” Senga breathes, lifting his hand to trace the veins of Fujigaya’s throat, and he has an upfront seat for what is probably the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen\u00e2\u20ac\u201dFujigaya’s mouth falling open with a soft moan as his release squirts onto his stomach, his hand pumping quite a few times before finally stopping.<\/p>\n
“Shit,” Fujigaya hisses, gasping for air as he remains flat on his back. “I didn’t think the two of them together would sound that\u00e2\u20ac\u00a6”<\/p>\n
He seems to be searching for a word that Senga can’t quite place either. “I know what you mean,” he says, gently rocking against Fujigaya’s side for some sort of friction.<\/p>\n
“Is that a hint?” Fujigaya scoffs, but the corners of his lips are turned up into a smile as he turns his head to face Senga. “I’m not moving, but if you want to rub off on me, it’s fine.”<\/p>\n
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.” Senga leans forward before he can lose his nerve, capturing those tempting lips with his, and Fujigaya does absolutely nothing to stop him. He even kisses back, so fast and heated that Senga’s mind spins, and the next thing Senga knows he feels Fujigaya’s tongue teasing his own, thin arms wrapping loosely around his neck.<\/p>\n
Senga takes the opportunity to push off what remains of Fujigaya’s yukata, leaving no barriers to get in the way of everywhere he wants to touch, Fujigaya’s skin hot and even more sensitive after his orgasm. He explores Fujigaya’s chest and chances a flick of his nipples, which has Fujigaya gasping into his mouth and pulling him closer, then moves down to his hips and thighs that spread on their own.<\/p>\n
“You think you can fuck me?” Fujigaya asks, speaking right against Senga’s lips with the air of someone who doesn’t believe Senga’s capable of it.<\/p>\n
The thought has Senga’s heart racing, the rush of anticipation turning into courage. “If you let me.”<\/p>\n
“You better make it good,” Fujigaya says, then kisses him a little harder and more promising. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Watta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bag is over there,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he breaks the kiss to say, waving his hand vaguely towards their luggage. He gives Senga a little shove to get him moving. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m sure he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s got some good shit worth using.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153He\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s gonna yell at me for not asking,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga protests, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s already moving to obey, tugging his own yukata off and letting it drop carelessly on the way.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Serves him right for ditching me.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya stretches, and Senga can feel Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes on his back as he roots through Yokoo\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s bag, making him shiver in anticipation. A sudden groan of Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s name makes both of them jump a little. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153And for that. Hope Nika-chan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fucking him hard enough to feel it for a week.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think Nika\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s on top?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga asks curiously as he comes back and kneels between Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s legs. Fujigaya raises an eyebrow at him as Senga uncaps the lube and warms some up on his fingers.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153You think Watta is?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d he asks. They both listen for a second, but honestly Nikaido\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wailing could mean either thing. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck, that brat is so loud, geez.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Should we be louder?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga asks as he rubs one slick finger against the edge of Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hole, teasing. He has no idea where all this courage is coming from suddenly, but Fujigaya leaning up on his elbows to watch him and if there\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s one thing Fujigaya is, it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s competitive. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I was keeping quiet before, but I can be loud too.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya lets his head tip back as Senga pushes in the first finger, rocking his hips lazily. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153You want me to moan your name, Kento? Think you can make me scream?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Even the thought has Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock twitching in anticipation, and if he adds the second finger a little quickly, that does get a noise out of Fujigaya, a low growl deep in his throat as he rocks his hips down against Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s fingers.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Tell me how you like it best,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga says, just to keep talking, trying to distract himself. Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s starting to harden a little, but he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s obviously got a long way to go to catch up to Senga. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Like this? Or should I roll you over? From behind?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mmm, so many options.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes flutter shut, like he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s imagining them for himself, one hand tweaking his own nipple casually before trailing down, through the mess still on his stomach. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I did say I wasn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t moving…but you like that, right? You like watching me so much.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck yes,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga breathes, fingering Fujigaya harder as he gets more impatient. Fujigaya spread out underneath him, limbs splayed, jerking himself off, maybe watching Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s cock slam deep into Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ass, maybe both of them watching… \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Yeah, I want you like this. I want to fuck you so hard, Taipi.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
“Mm, do it,” Fujigaya encourages him, a positively filthy whisper that’s more arousing than anything on the other side of the wall, and Senga has the foresight to slather some more lube on his cock before he settles on top of Fujigaya. “And enjoy the show.”<\/p>\n
Senga’s barely inside Fujigaya before the latter’s stretched out like a cat, reaching down to coil his fingers lightly around himself while his other hand trails lazily across his own chest. Fujigaya has no problem touching himself, it seems, which works out for Senga because he has no problem watching it. Even with Fujigaya’s body tight around him, getting used to the intrusion of his cock, Senga’s eyes are locked on the man beneath him.<\/p>\n
“Come on,” Fujigaya says, rocking his hips a little bit. “Let’s beat them.”<\/p>\n
Their neighbors are still going strong, approaching the end if Nikaido’s screeching is any indication, and Senga wastes no more time getting to it. He loops his arms around Fujigaya’s thighs and starts to move, snapping his hips without bothering to monitor the sounds that come out of his mouth. Fujigaya quickly becomes a hot mess, tugging on his cock as he grabs roughly onto his own flesh and lets out a beautiful moan with each thrust.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the noises next door reach a peak and taper off, and all Senga can hear is Fujigaya and himself, their own noises escalating with each squeeze of Fujigaya’s body around his cock. He feels so good, and Senga tells him as much, becoming even more fueled by the dirty smile that forms on Fujigaya’s face as Senga speeds up, chilled by the cool sweat on his back.<\/p>\n
He grabs Fujigaya’s hips to stay grounded, inadvertently changing the angle, and Fujigaya’s smile falls into an expression of pure ecstasy as he arches and doubles his efforts. “Oh, Kento, right there.”<\/p>\n
Senga is so close, but he digs his fingers into Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s skin even harder to try and hold back, thighs trembling as he fucks Fujigaya in exactly the right spot, Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice rising to a piercing wail as Senga watches him come all over himself for the second time. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s as much as Senga can take, and he pulls out just in time to fist himself to completion across Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s stomach.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Seriously?\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya asks, still panting for air, but the way he drags his fingers through both of their come doesn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t make it seem like he cares that much. He lifts his hand to his mouth and sucks his middle finger clean, humming at the taste of both of them. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Freak.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Says the guy who gets himself off to the noise his fucking bandmates make through the wall, not half a meter away from his group\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s baby,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga retorts, looking Fujigaya over from wild hair to white-streaked belly to the way his hole his still clenching at air a little. It\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the hottest thing Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s ever seen; he feels like he might never jerk off to anything else ever again.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Brat, I ought to make you clean up your mess,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya says, stretching with his hands up over his head. Senga strikes like a cobra, tickling fingers all down Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s sides just to watch him twist and shriek, slapping at Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153OI!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Watta\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s voice booms through the wall, making Senga freeze out of habit. Fujigaya just rolls his eyes. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Keep it down over there!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Fuck you, Watta!\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya hollers back. He raises an eyebrow at Senga. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153I mean, you know, again, assuming Nika-chan\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s up to it.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s no way Watta didn\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have him, I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m telling you,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga snickers. Suddenly heavy with sleep, he drops to curl against Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s side before he remembers that maybe he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not welcome over here for anything but what they just did, especially when it\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s so hot. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Am I\u00e2\u20ac\u201d\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Whatever,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Fujigaya yawns, scrubbing lazily at his stomach with the edge of his yukata, and he even gives up on that effort halfway through. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Mm, wake me up if they go for round two, okay? We\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ll kick their asses next time.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153Definitely,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Senga agrees, rubbing his cheek against Fujigaya\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s shoulder. There\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s a lot of other ways he\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s been thinking about Fujigaya, and more than one of them involve him in that mussed yukata, or at least his yukata tie.<\/p>\n
When Senga\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s eyes slip shut, he can practically see the whole thing.<\/p>\n
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