Haru was still pink in the cheeks when the bell rang, signaling the end of class.
Sora stretched with a satisfied groan, his arms lazily reaching up as if he hadn't spent the entire period whispering the most scandalous things imaginable to his boyfriend. Meanwhile, Haru stood up stiffly, eyes forward, lips pursed.
Aiko passed by with a grin. "Still no sex tonight?"
"Still no sex tonight," Haru said without looking at Sora.
Sora pouted behind him, hands clasped dramatically in prayer. "Forgive me, oh beautiful Haru-sama, I am but a man controlled by the urge to feel your thighs in inappropriate settings."
"Go die."
But Haru's ears were still red. And he was already thinking.
Tonight… he's gonna try to make me cry?
Not if I get him first.
By the time the last bell rang and they made it to Sora's place, Haru had a plan.
A devious, evil, beautiful plan.
He waited until the front door closed, school bags were dumped, and Sora wandered into the kitchen to grab two juice boxes like the smug little idiot he was.
That's when Haru pounced.
"Hey," he said sweetly.
Sora turned. "Yeah, babe?"
Haru stepped close—very close—until their chests were almost touching. He grabbed Sora's shirt gently and looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
"I've been thinking about what you said in class."
Sora blinked. "About making you cry?"
"Mhm." Haru leaned in, lips barely brushing against Sora's. "You think you're the only one who can tease?"
Sora froze, juice box halfway to his mouth.
"…Haru."
"Yes, Sora?"
"What are you doing?"
"Winning."
Haru gave him one soft kiss. Just one. But then he pulled back, smirked, and let his hand slide very slowly down Sora's chest.
Sora gulped.
"Oh," he whispered. "So that's how it is."
"Yup." Haru leaned in, brushing lips across his ear this time. "You wanted to make me cry tonight, right?"
Sora nodded mutely.
"Well, too bad," Haru whispered. "Because I'm gonna make you break first."
Sora's knees nearly buckled.
"Shit."
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Ten minutes later, they were on the bed.
Clothes still on—mostly—but now Haru was straddling Sora's lap, looking way too smug for someone so adorable.
His hands trailed over Sora's chest again, fingertips light, teasing. And the worst part? Haru was using Sora's own moves against him.
Nuzzling. Whispering. Dragging it just long enough to spark heat without satisfaction.
"How does it feel?" Haru purred. "When you're the one squirming?"
"I'm not squirming."
"You're definitely squirming."
"Shut up."
"You want me to stop?"
"…No."
"Exactly." Haru leaned down, licked at Sora's collarbone through his shirt, and smiled as Sora hissed and fisted the bedsheets. "Bet I could get you to beg."
Sora's voice broke slightly. "N-No chance."
"You sure?" Haru brushed lips over his jaw. "You're already shaking."
"I'm fine."
"Mmhm."
It was going perfectly. Too perfectly.
So Haru decided to go in for the kill.
He leaned down again, hands sliding under Sora's shirt, fingertips brushing warm skin… and he whispered into Sora's ear—
"Who's the puppy now?"
And that was when it backfired.
Sora's hands grabbed him.
"H-Hey—!?"
With terrifying speed, Haru was flipped onto his back. His legs flailed a bit as Sora pinned him down, straddling him now, eyes narrowed with a predatory glint.
"You shouldn't have said that."
Haru blinked. "Wait, w-wait, I was just—!"
"Nope," Sora said, voice low and dangerous. "You asked for this."
"I WAS TEASING—!!"
"You lost."
Then Sora's hands slid under Haru's shirt with zero mercy.
And tickled.
Haru screamed.
"No—SORA NO—!!"
Sora tickled again, grinning maniacally as Haru twisted and kicked under him, squealing like a dying animal.
"YOU SAID YOU'D BEHAVE—!"
"That was before you called me a puppy!"
"You ARE a puppy!"
"Say it again, I dare you."
"PUPPY!! FLUFFY LITTLE—AHAHAHA STOP!!"
Sora was relentless.
It wasn't even sexy anymore—it was full-blown revenge. Fingers dancing over ribs, sides, underarms, and down to hips.
Haru shrieked, face red and tears starting to prick his eyes as he thrashed under Sora's weight.
"YOU MONSTER!!"
"You tried to play the game, baby. You lost."
"I hate you!"
"No, you don't."
"I do!"
"Say you love me and I'll stop."
"NEVER!!"
Sora tickled harder.
"OKAY OKAY I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I—AHHHHH!!"
Sora finally stopped, collapsing on top of him, both of them breathless and sweaty from the chaos.
There was a long, stunned silence.
Then Haru groaned.
"Remind me to never flirt again."
Sora laughed into his shoulder. "You were so close to winning."
"I had you!"
"You did."
"And I ruined it."
"Yup."
They laid there, tangled and panting. Haru's cheeks were still flushed, and there were actual tears in the corners of his eyes from the tickle war.
"…You made me cry after all," he muttered.
Sora grinned smugly.
"Like I said—tonight, I make you cry."
"You suck."
"You love it."
"…I do."
They stared at each other for a moment, both still a little dazed, still riding the aftershock of their ridiculous, heated, ridiculous fight.
Haru hadn't even caught his breath before Sora's voice ghosted over his ear, low and dangerous.
"So," Sora whispered, brushing his lips against Haru's flushed cheek. "You really thought tickling was the worst I had in mind?"
Haru stiffened under him.
"…Sora."
"You actually thought that was how I was going to make you cry?"
Sora shifted, slow and deliberate, pressing his body down until Haru could feel every inch of him through their clothes. Warmth surged through Haru's skin. His throat tightened.
"W-Wait," Haru stammered, already trembling. "You said—y-you already made me—"
Sora leaned down and kissed his lips—soft, sweet… and way too brief.
"I started," Sora breathed. "But I'm not done yet."
Haru's heartbeat went wild.
Sora's hand slid up under Haru's shirt again, but this time it wasn't for tickling. His fingertips brushed across Haru's ribs, up to his chest, and his other hand moved down to Haru's hip, holding him in place.
"You know," Sora murmured as his lips dipped to Haru's neck, "when you straddled me earlier, acting all smug like you had the upper hand…"
He kissed lower, dragging his tongue gently over Haru's throat, making him shudder.
"I couldn't stop thinking about how good you looked. Sitting on me. Looking down at me. Flushed."
Haru bit his lip.
Sora smirked. "You were trying so hard to make me break, weren't you?"
"…Maybe."
"And now," Sora whispered, licking just beneath his ear, "I think it's only fair I return the favor."
Before Haru could protest, Sora sat up just enough to pull Haru's shirt off in one fluid motion. Haru shivered, gasping at the sudden exposure—and at the dark hunger in Sora's eyes as he looked down at him.
"Beautiful," Sora whispered, almost reverently.
Haru flushed red.
"S-Stop looking at me like that…"
"I can't," Sora said. "You're too pretty. And you're mine."
His hand moved down, unbuttoning Haru's pants slowly—so slowly it felt torturous.
Every pop of a button. Every drag of fabric.
Haru could feel the air thickening. His throat was dry. His hips squirmed without meaning to.
Sora noticed.
"Oh? Getting shy now?"
Haru turned his face away, teeth sinking into his lip.
"You started it…"
"And now I'm finishing it."
Sora slid his fingers past the waistband, brushing against skin. Haru gasped—his back arching instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.
"You're so sensitive," Sora said softly. "Every time I touch you…"
He leaned down and kissed Haru again—this time slow and deep, lips molding against his with complete control. Haru whimpered into the kiss, his arms sliding around Sora's neck, fingers digging in.
Their tongues met—wet, hot, needy.
Sora dominated the kiss with gentle but relentless pressure, leaving Haru breathless and gasping when he finally pulled back.
"Still think you're gonna win?" Sora teased, voice husky.
Haru couldn't answer. His mind was fogging. All he could do was watch as Sora trailed kisses down his chest, pausing to suck gently at the soft skin over his ribs.
"Ah—B-Babe…"
Sora's eyes flicked up. "That voice…"
He smiled.
"I want to hear it break."
And then—Haru's pants were gone.
His gasp was sharp. Sora kissed the inside of his thigh, making him flinch and grab at the sheets. He was already trembling. Already exposed. Already blushing down to his chest.
Sora kissed higher. Slower. Lazier.
Like he had all night.
"W-Wait," Haru whimpered, "I-I'm not ready—"
"Yes, you are," Sora whispered, lips brushing hot against his skin. "You've been ready. Since you tried to tease me."
He crawled up again, pressing his body fully against Haru's now, their skin bare, flushed, and hot.
Haru looked up at him, eyes glassy and overwhelmed.
Sora leaned down, brushing their noses.
"I'm going to make love to you now," he whispered. "And I will make you cry."
"Y-You're evil…"
"I'm yours."
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The buildup was slow. Excruciatingly slow.
Sora took his time, pressing kisses over Haru's body like worship, drawing moans and gasps with every touch. His fingers stroked and teased, mouth never far from Haru's skin—his neck, his collarbone, his chest—everywhere that made Haru tremble and curl his toes.
Haru's voice broke more than once.
Soft cries. Gasped "Sora". Shaky whimpers.
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END OF CHAPTER : 122 : HE TRIED TO TEASE HIM BACK...!
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