xxxHolic, Watanuki/Doumeki, pretending to be drunk
Doumeki knows Watanuki is not drunk. He hadn’t understood why Watanuki would pretend such a thing until the gangly weirdo plopped into his lap and announced in a drunken slur, “I love you, Dom-dom… Tall annoying guy.” Watanuki proceeded to try and whisper in his ear, but settled for falling onto Domeki’s shoulder and muttering, “I wanna make love to you, Domie.”
Doumeki stares, watching the blush creep up the back of Watanuki’s neck. “Okay,” He says and pushes Watanuki off him enough to pull his jacket off.
“Really?” Watanuki asks, looking distinctively more sober.
“Yeah,” Doumeki replies, reaching to pull Watanuki into a kiss.
Watanuki enjoys it for a moment, then pulls back to ask, “You’re really going to let me do this?”
Doumeki continues to stare. “Are you actually going to shut up and do this?”
“Yeah,” Watanuki mutters. “I am.” And he places a hand firmly in the center of Doumeki’s chest, gently guiding him down to the floor. He kisses the taller boy again, chastely, and tugs at Doumeki’s pants.
Doumeki staring at him with the semi-stern look that seems to be his only expression is unnerving at the best of times – while Watanuki is pulling the other boy’s pants and underwear off, it’s downright creepy. But for once, he’s too nervous to yell.
He takes the lube [which Yuuko got him as a gift, laughing maniacally while he blushed and screamed he’d never need it] and squeezes a generous dollop onto his fingers, rubbing it with his thumb, trying to warm it up.
Doumeki continues to stare, and Watanuki glares as the big lug fails to move.
“You do know what I’m going to do with this, right?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Doumeki replies. And continues to not move.
Watanuki sighs exasperatedly and shoves Doumeki’s legs apart. Doumeki is still mostly flaccid, and Watanuki momentarily wonders if he’s somehow lost his mind.
“You’re making weird faces again.”
“I’m about to put my fingers in your butt! I’ll make faces if I want to!”
“Okay.” Doumeki drops his head to the floor and spreads his legs, planting his feet firmly on the floor.
Watanuki nervously rubs the gel onto the dark pucker, daring himself to push his fingers in. Doumeki grunts when he does, and he stops instantly.
“I’m okay,” Doumeki says before he can ask.
He pushes his fingers in and out, feeling the muscles push back against him. He crooks his fingers, and Doumeki grunts again.
“You’re not-“ Watanuki starts.
“Do that again.”
And he does. He does it again and again, watching as Doumeki’s cock springs to life and stoic Doumeki starts to moan and shiver.
It’s so much more erotic than he thought it would be.
“I’m going to… to put it in now.” He says, undoing his own pants. “If you’re ready.”
“Yeah,” Doumeki replies, but his voice is less steady than before.
The gel is still cold, and his erection falters a bit after being coated with it, but a few strong strokes bring it back to full strength. He guides himself to Doumeki’s lubed entrance and nods at Doumeki as he begins to push forward.
It’s hotter than he imagined, and tighter. It feels like Doumeki’s body is trying to pull him in and push him out all at once.
Doumeki is wincing, and Watanuki kisses his cheek, smiling worriedly. “Okay?”
“Yeah.”
Watanuki lasts exactly three thrusts before coming inside Doumeki in a rush of heat and pleasure. He pulls out and opens his eyes to find Doumeki glaring at him.
“Was that it?” The taller boy asks.
“It was my first time!” Watanuki yells.
“It’s not over yet,” Doumeki replies, pointing to his unattended erection.
Watanuki debates a smile and settles for half a glare as he reaches for Duomeki’s cock.