Chūshi laid in bed that night, wide awake with his blood still rushing in his ears. By the time they finally left the study room, it was minutes to closing and his dick felt completely drained of all fluids. Aoto had only seemed a little worse for wear, the only indication that he was even mildly affected was the slight limp in his walk as they exited the library into the humid night air.
"Come over," he'd said, reaching for the other young man beside him.
Aoto let him pull their body close together once more as they walked the mostly empty campus grounds toward the exit. "I'm tired, you insatiable pervert."
Chūshi had let out a tired laugh, squeezing Aoto closer. "You kept saying 'don't stop; you'll find that I'm good at following directions."
"Tch, get off me, you oaf." Aoto had pushed at him, though weakly. "We're in public."
"Don't be like that."
They had walked in silence for a while after that, and Chūshi relinquished his old on the other young man, though reluctantly. He was aware that Aoto had never agreed for them to date, and that pushing him now could lead to the relationship being nipped in the bud.
"You can't tell anyone," Aoto said quietly, staring straight ahead at the mostly empty road in front of them.
Soon they'd reach the street where they parted ways, and Chūshi had tried to come up with some way to persuade Aoto to go home with him. Maybe if I tell him there won't be any sex… He smirked to himself because even though he felt dried up, the prospect of seeing Aoto's dark eyes shining with unfiltered pleasure got his pulse racing.
Aoto stopped walking at the corner of the street, finally tugging his arm out of Chūshi's light grip. "Don't tell anyone about this."
"Give me a kiss, and I promise I won't tell a soul."
Both young men stared each other down for what felt like eternity. Who am I kidding, he'll never agree to this. Chūshi opened his mouth to promise to keep their assumed relationship a secret, when bruised and slightly chapped lips grazed his own.
"Goodnight."
Chūshi had only watched, his cheeks hot and his heartbeat echoing in his head.
Does this mean that we're dating?
It was the sole question that had been running in his mind, and as he laid in the darkness he couldn't help but think that he still had to win the other young man over. He reached over to the night stand lazily for his phone.
Can we walk together tomorrow morning?
Chūshi could only stare at the text screen, the brightness of the LED screen brighter due to the complete darkness of the room. He didn't expect an answer, but he clutched at the phone regardless, even as his eyelids grew heavier. Just as he took another slow blink, three bubbles on the screen popped up, indicating Aoto was responding.
Go to sleep, idiot.
Chūshi smiled despite himself and typed out a reply before placing his phone back on the nightstand to fall into a dreamless sleep.
See you at the corner at 8 A.M.