nagireo

The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the tablet on the nightstand. The air was still, the hour far too late for anyone to be properly awake. A figure shifted under the blankets, a lanky limb stretching out before a low, lazy voice cut through the silence.

"Bored."

Nagi Seishiro let his head loll to the side, his messy grey hair falling across his eyes as he stared at the person lying beside him. He poked Reo's shoulder lightly.

"It's four in the morning," he stated, his voice a flat murmur. "And I'm awake. This is your fault, probably."

Reo let out a groan, pulling the blanket over his head. "Go back to sleep, Nagi."

"Don't want to," Nagi replied, completely unfazed. He watched the lump under the blanket for a moment before a slow, deliberate smirk began to form on his lips. He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You know, Reo... This bed is pretty big for just two people. We could put the space to better use."

The blanket shifted, and Reo's head emerged, his purple hair disheveled and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What are you talking about?"

Nagi's expression remained deadpan, his eyes glinting with mischief. "There are other fun games to play at four AM. Games that don't involve thumbs."

Reo's face, which had just been sleepily annoyed, flushed bright red. "Nagi!"

"What?" Nagi asked, his voice dropping to a low, husky murmur as he leaned closer. "Is it making you uncomfortable? Or is it making you something else?"

Reo swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. He couldn't form a coherent response.

Nagi leaned in even closer, their faces inches apart. "You know, Reo," he murmured, his voice husky. "I've been thinking about this for a while. About us. About... other things we could be doing."

Reo's heart was pounding against his ribs. "Other... things?"

"Mhm," Nagi confirmed, his eyes dark. "Things that involve a lot less clothing."

Reo made a small, strangled sound. He felt like he was overheating, like his entire body was on fire.

Nagi's gaze was intense, his expression serious for once. He shifted, moving over Reo, caging him in with his arms. "So," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "Can we fuck?"

The word hung in the air between them, raw and direct.

Reo's brain completely shut down. He just stared at Nagi, his mouth slightly open, his face the color of a tomato.

Nagi didn't wait for an answer. He closed the distance between them, capturing Reo's lips in a deep, demanding kiss. It wasn't lazy or teasing; it was hungry, a clear statement of intent. Reo responded instinctively, his hands coming up to grip Nagi's shoulders, his body arching into the touch.

Nagi's hands were already moving, sliding under the hem of Reo's shirt, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He made quick work of the fabric, pulling it over Reo's head and tossing it aside before doing the same with his own. The cool air of the room was a stark contrast to the heat building between them.

Nagi's mouth left Reo's, trailing a path of hot kisses down his jawline to the sensitive skin of his neck. Reo tilted his head back, a soft sigh escaping his lips as Nagi's teeth grazed his pulse point.

"Nagi," he breathed out, his fingers tangling in Nagi's messy hair.

"Mhm?" Nagi murmured against his skin, his hands already working on the waistband of Reo's pajama pants.

He made quick work of their remaining clothes, his movements efficient and sure. Soon, they were both completely naked, tangled together under the blankets.

Nagi paused for a moment, his gaze roaming over Reo's body, his expression unreadable. Reo felt a fresh wave of heat wash over him, this time from a combination of embarrassment and arousal.

"Still think I'm talking about the game?" Nagi murmured, his voice a low rumble.

Reo shook his head, unable to speak.

Nagi reached over to the bedside table, retrieving a small bottle of lube. He coated his fingers, his eyes never leaving Reo's face. He watched Reo's expression as he slowly pressed one finger inside him, his gaze intense and focused.

Reo tensed at the intrusion, a sharp intake of air hissing through his teeth.

"Relax," Nagi murmured, his free hand stroking Reo's thigh. "I've got you."

Reo took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax as Nagi began to move his finger, slowly stretching him. It was a strange sensation, not entirely unpleasant, and when Nagi added a second finger, brushing against a spot inside him that made him see stars, he couldn't hold back a cry of pleasure.

"There," Nagi said, a note of satisfaction in his voice. He continued to stroke that spot, his fingers moving with a practiced ease that left Reo wondering just how much experience he had.

Not that it mattered. Not right now.

"Nagi, I'm ready," Reo breathed out, his hips rocking against Nagi's hand. "Please."

Nagi withdrew his fingers, and Reo felt a moment of emptiness before Nagi positioned himself, his own arousal pressing against Reo's entrance.

"Look at me," Nagi commanded, his voice low and intense.

Reo met his gaze, his eyes wide and trusting.

Nagi held his gaze as he slowly pushed inside, filling him inch by inch. It was a strange, intense sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure that left Reo breathless. He clung to Nagi's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin as Nagi buried himself to the hilt.

"Okay?" Nagi asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Reo nodded, unable to speak.

Nagi began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, giving Reo time to adjust. But as Reo's body relaxed, his movements became more confident, more demanding, driving into him with a rhythm that had Reo seeing stars.