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It was close to midnight, which meant almost the Dark Hour, but they weren't going to Tartarus tonight. Yukari had taken to bed early, saying she still wasn't feeling well from the night before, and Junpei didn't doubt she was telling the truth from the paleness of her cheeks with the two bright spots of fever.
Minato wasn't far behind her, come to think of it. He looked beat. And that just left Akihiko, Mitsuru and Junpei sitting in the lounge looking at each other without much to say. By silent agreement, they'd all headed up to bed, and it was probably just as well.
But maybe he'd spent too many nights staying up to midnight and beyond, because even though he'd been sure he'd fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow Junpei found himself laying there awake, staring up at the way the streetlights outside painted white lines on the ceiling and listening to the bark of a lonely dog somewhere.
And then he heard another sound. Like a moan, and a grunt. He rolled over and pressed his ear to the wall, and grinned from ear to ear when he heard another moan.
Aki baby, what are you doing?
He strained to listen for a few minutes before it occurred to him that the doors were a lot thinner, and maybe he'd get more of a show if he just took advantage of that.
He jumped to his feet, adjusted his boxers and gave himself a squeeze full of promise, and sauntered out into the hall.
It couldn't have been better. Akihiko's door was open a crack, and Junpei's jaw dropped as he saw it. Aki, too eager to get to bed and play, huh? he thought with delight as he dropped to his knees and crawled silently down the hall to Akihiko's door. Quiet, quiet. Oh man will he ever kill me if he catches me...
His breathing wanted to speed up and he swallowed hard, taking a few slow breaths to keep himself calm as he pressed his cheek against the door and took a peek.
For a moment it was all shadows and light, vague shapes with no meaning. And then it resolved into Akihiko sitting up in bed, his back arched just like that and his lips parted as his hand pulled up, up, up on his dick.
"Oh fuck," Junpei breathed, reaching down between his own legs to give himself another squeeze.
Then Akihiko's other hand lifted, and fuck if he didn't have his fingers wrapped around his Evoker. What the...?.
For a moment Junpei thought about what'd happen if he summoned Hermes, and whether he could get it to stick around long enough to do anything. The thought was just plain weird, but it turned out Akihiko didn't have anything similar in mind for Polydeuces.
Instead Akihiko shoved the muzzle of the Evoker into his own mouth and groaned like it was the tongue of his lover. The sound went straight to Junpei's cock and before he even thought about doing it Junpei had his hand in his boxers and damn, he was keeping perfect time with Akihiko's own strokes.
Akihiko wasn't too good at keeping quiet. He groaned around the metal in his mouth and stroked faster and faster while Junpei kept his eyes glued on every glorious second. The muffled cry when Akihiko came covered up the groan Junpei couldn't quite suppress as he messed his boxers, and he could only hope that Akihiko didn't hear his ragged, soft gasps.
The silver-haired boy dropped back to his pillow, Evoker still rammed between his teeth and hand slowly stroking the last of the orgasm from his dick, and Junpei decided he was having enough trouble keeping quiet that sticking around for round two was probably a bad idea.
Hand gleaming with fluid, he tugged his boxers up a bit higher and adjusted them, making a face as he felt the cold wet spot at the crotch. He turned and crawled quickly back to his own room and made sure to close the door super quiet.
He dropped back to sit against the door, eyes wide and still trying to catch his breath. "Jesus fuck - what was that?" he whispered to himself.
Whatever it was. It was hot.