DIY

It started after lights out, when Bachira irrepressible tossed and turned on top of the bunk bed, trying in vain to sleep, because dirty thoughts refused to leave his mind. Today’s training has over-excited both his mind and body. With his pajama pants down, he was masturbating, biting his bottom lip, and tried to stay silent. His palm moved skillfully and slowly, because he couldn’t let the pace go fast without waking up his roommates. Unfortunately, the wooden bed base creaked traitorously. That was the reason Bachira couldn’t focus on the process. The other reason was the guy lying on the bottom bed. The bed above Rin squeaked, making him unable to sleep for fucking half an hour. He’s tried a lot of lifehacks: tried to put a pillow over his ears or cover himself with a blanket, completely, but it got worse and unbearably hot. “Get some sleep already!” Rin hissed angrily, stretched his leg and kicked lightly the top bed to calm down Bachira, but this didn’t work. His gaze involuntarily caught on Tokimitsu, who was peacefully snoring on the bed in the opposite corner of the room, and Rin sighed dejectedly. That's why he got such an annoying roommate?! Why did he even choose Bachira?! He could have chosen Isagi or that blond guy with great ball control. Why did he take this dlibbler on his team?! He’s good for nothing outside the soccer field! After another long and painful two minutes, Rin finally lost his patience. He doesn't want to endure this noise anymore. Whatever Bachira did instead of sleeping, he would definitely regret it. In an instant, Itoshi pulled off his blanket and got out of bed. “Why are you still awake?!” Rin hissed angrily, trying to speak as quietly as possible so as not to wake up the roommates, when his face approached the top bed. “I can’t sleep… There is a monster under my bed.” Bachira replied with embarrassment, hinting at Rin, who grimaced in displeasure, but this was not visible in the darkness. In addition, Meguru was incredibly lucky that this saving darkness hid his masturbation and, probably, even his dirty thoughts. “You won't sleep now because this monster will be in your bed.” And with these words, Rin stepped on the creaking wooden stairs with one foot and with difficulty climbed on top of the bunk bed. His height made it uncomfortable until he settled into that top bed, behind Bachira. “Move.” “How?! I’m gonna fall!” Meguru answered in the same whisper and hurriedly pulled on his pajama pants, afraid that Rin would expose him. “You think I should fall out of bed?!” “You think, should I?” There wasn't enough space for two, so Itoshi leaned his back against the wall almost closely, grabbing Bachira closer to him with his right hand, who was almost hanging off the bed. “You climbed here yourself, I didn't invite you!” Rin's heavy palm presses down on Bachira, preventing him from moving, and Bachira's heart skips a beat. The small room is filled with awkwardness that hangs in the air. “Shut up and sleep.” But falling asleep with a boner in own pants is pretty hard, especially when your love interest is behind you and his breath scorches your neck. Then Bachira feels Rin bury his nose in his messy hair. He swallowed hard, because Itoshi's seemingly perfect plan worked exactly the opposite. Arousal only intensified, painfully reverberating in the tense cock. Maybe he will be able to somehow imperceptibly jack himself off and fall asleep with a clear conscience? Lying on his side, Bachira slowly and imperceptibly reached down with his hand, putting his palm on the tent of his pajama pants. He bites his bottom lip, and then the touch tickles his mind. The awareness of incorrect actions only inflames and enhances interest. He didn't have unbending willpower, so dirty thoughts used him up one by one. Through the fabric, caresses feel a little blunted. This is the reason why the palm strives to penetrate under the pants and underwear, and when this happens, Bachira exhales deeply, and his ribs seem to shrink under the weight of Rin's strong arm. Meguru's fingers deftly wrap around the head of the cock, slightly pulling down the sensitive foreskin. He does a few frictions that he so badly needs, and memories from the evening training appear in mind by themselves. Recently, they often stayed to train until the very night just the two of them, and today Rin was truly magnificent as a real monster, ruthless and graceful at the same time. Bachira is embarrassed to admit it, but he would like Rin to fuck him in that artificial grass practice room without mercy. He wanted Rin to press him hard to the floor, squeezing his wrists and pulling off his compression suit, cutting off his attempts to escape. Shit, shit, shit! Rin as a monster looked much more promising and attractive, even than Isagi. Meguru prays that Rin doesn't notice this nightly handjob, but the very presence of this guy with him in the same bed makes adrenaline inject into the blood at the speed of light. Healthy sleep is important, of course, but not today, not now, when the need for masturbation is painfully felt in the lower abdomen. Timid touches grow into passionate and sharp, teasing the sensitive skin with rough fingertips. The palm becomes wet from the pre-cum on it. The lips are compressed as tightly as possible so as not to miss a single, even the quietest moan. Bachira feels Rin's warmth on his back, driving him crazy and forcing him to lose his mind. He unconsciously presses his ass against Rin's groin, and keeps jerking off and almost drives himself to the point of exhaustion. Meguru swears that a little more, and he would definitely come, but Rin's strong hand grabbed his wrist, predictably stopping him from the close orgasm. Bachira flinched and almost fell out of bed when he realized that his dubious adventures had been exposed. He wishes the ground would open under him. There is no way back. “Rin, it's not what it looks like.” It would be difficult to explain the situation. Bachira was caught red-handed. With his free hand, he somehow pulls on his pajama pants, trying to hide his hopeless situation. After saying "Rin" again, he is surprised when Itoshi's right hand releases his aching wrist, and an index finger is placed in front of his mouth, calling him to silence. “Keep quiet” Rin whispers angrily as his left hand slides between the pillow and Bachira's cheek. The left palm covers the lips, and two fingers slide inside the mouth. Meguru hums into Rin's hand because he's unsure of what's going to happen next. Or does he know? In the darkness of the night, he can't see anything, but he can feel Rin's right hand slide down and pull Bachira's pajama bottoms down a little, along with his underwear. Rin's cock, wet with precum, slides gently between Meguru's legs, right under his balls. Itoshi is hard already and begins to move his own thighs little by little. He thrusts his cock between Bachira's thighs, his left hand still covering his mouth. But his right hand caresses his partner's ass, periodically squeezing, as if testing the reaction. Soft smooth skin feels unbearably pleasant. Bachira is truly unsure of the cause of this event. But he sucks on those long, precious fingers, and it definitely turns Rin on, because he imagines how that tongue would feel on his cock. Meguru instinctively leans against the hot body behind him. “Squeeze it tight.” Rin commands in a whisper, and Bachira obediently obeys and squeezes that cock tighter with his legs. “Don't touch yourself until I let you. You get punished.” The mind is influenced by these words in a strange way, making them both more excited. “Al-mh-right” Bachira hums with difficulty because Rin's fingers are still playing with his tongue, and he bites it. “I didn't let you talk.” Rin is as strict as in training. No mercy. He gently nibbles on the back of Meguru's head, inhaling the natural scent of his body, and moves down to his shoulder. Rin suddenly bites his fangs into the pale skin as the full length of his cock is hidden between Bachira's thighs. He has done a few more of these deep thrusts before licking the bruise on that shoulder. Hot. Unbearably hot. Bachira melts just from heavy breathing over his own ear, but it's still not enough to come without touching his own cock. His cock trembles from the accumulated tension and precum oozes, soiling the sheets. Pursuing pleasure, Meguru squirms almost instinctively, trying to rub himself against at least a soft mattress. Sweet bliss envelops his body, forcing common sense out of his head. Wet between thighs, fingers in his mouth, bites and palm on his ass — all these things intoxicate him like wine. Gradually, the thrusts become sharp, as if Itoshi is building his own orgasm. Bachira can't help but moan softly, then Rin's right hand moves from his ass to his cock. This moan traitorously struck out of his lips, breaking against the walls of the room. In the darkness, a strange rustling is heard, as if one of the roommates has rolled over to the other side or covered himself with a blanket. “If you want to avoid waking them, shut up.” Rin hisses angrily, biting. His strong hand wraps around Meguru's wet cock, rubbing his precum. Precious graceful fingers slide up and down, repeating the friction over and over again. Losing his mind in the sensations, Bachira moans "Rin". The name melts on the tongue, dissolves into silence. He wanted to feel an orgasm as soon as possible, mixed with the desired warm waves. “Hey, Bachi!” Someone called him from the dark. The sleepy voice reaching their ears slightly sobers the mind. The eyes widen and the heart begins to pound like crazy. The palms are sweaty. “Where is Rin?” Because of their noise, Aryu woke up and he managed to get up from his bed and come closer. How damn lucky they were that in the darkness of the room it was difficult to see anything. The thrusts slow down a little, but Rin's right hand still continues to jerk off Meguru's cock. Rin promptly removes the wet fingers of his left hand from Bachira's hot mouth, allowing him to speak. Bachira quickly grabs the blanket and covers himself and Itoshi with it. A light bite on the back of the head persistently forces something to lie. He tries to pretend to be sleepy and he hopes Aryu believes it. “Mm? Rin-chan not in the room?” Meguru is fake surprised, and Rin's palm movements become faster under the covers in a vindictive way. “Asshole! Ouch… I wasn't talking to you, Aryu! I talking to… um… my monster! “Monster?” “Yep, monster! It's completely fictional and helps me fall asleep!” “Hmm… sounds stylish.” Aryu nods approvingly, but no one can see it in the dark. “But why are you on the edge of the bed?” “Weeell… um… I feel more comfy like this? Anyway, why do you need Rin?” Aryu thought a little, digesting the information that came into his head, and then, as if nothing had happened, continued to speak. “I woke up from some noise and noticed that I need to brush my hair. But Rin borrowed my stylish-hairbrush yesterday and didn't return it. So now I have the stylish-crisis.” “Oh, didn’t return?” Meguru tenses his thighs, squeezing Itoshi's cock in revenge, and presses his own ass completely against Rin's groin. That’s why Rin barely holds back a moan. “Can you use another hairbrush?” “How could you say that?! Ridiculous!” Aryu cried out a little, but quickly remembered and began to whisper because Tokimitsu was still sleeping. “It was the special stylish-hairbrush!” “Ah… I’m sorry! I didn’t know! Yesterday, Rin and I trained until late. Maybe he left your hairbrush in the bathroom?” Bachira assumed, but the pleasure filled his mind. “Just check it.” “Oh, thanks, now I'm gonna check.” Sighs Aryu dejectedly, as if slain by the disappearance of his hairbrush. He moves away from Bachira and Rin's bunk bed and heads for the exit of the room. He goes to the door, pulls on the handle and the door opens. Annoying roommate disappears down the hallway. Light shines through the doorway. Now they can continue with peace of mind. Rin can't believe that Bachira rid of Aryu. Itoshi pulls off the blanket, under which there was no air. He notices a streak of light falling on Meguru’s face. Precious golden eyes narrowed in a predatory manner. Excitement splashes in huge black pupils. “It seems we must hurry.” Bachira notices. Rin swallows nervously, his Adam's apple moves up and down glistening with sweat. He stops, the cock between Bachira's sticky, precum thighs disappearing. Itoshi won’t back down and deftly turns Meguru around to face him. Bachira rests his head on Rin's shoulder. They are so close, literally breathing on each other. Their lips are several inches apart. Meguru feels this fiery breath and swallows too, because he unconsciously wants to kiss. He wants to cover Rin's lips with his own. And he does it. Rin returns the kiss without hesitation as his bottom arm wraps around Bachira's back, preventing from falling off the bed. The same hand deftly slides down and grabs the ass. His deft fingers caress the hole, wanting to get inside. Itoshi's cock is squeezed between Bachira's thighs again, slowly gaining rhythm. Meguru's cock is now tightly compressed between their bodies. It seems that even the air around them is heating up, as if they were in a damn desert. Rin can’t maintains his pace, his movements are chaotic and sharp. He looks so eager. The intimacy drives both of them crazy as their lips intertwine in this greedy kiss. Breath gets shakier, because lungs inexorably lose air. The lack of oxygen causes the heads to spin. Bachira wants to catch his breath, but Rin grabs him by the jaw, cutting escape route. Itoshi shamelessly and loudly moans into his partner's hot mouth, anticipating the rolling wave of orgasm. He doesn't care if it wakes up Tokimitsu or Aryu comes back. Rin pulls away only to bite Meguru on the neck without mercy. He bites the skin, then licks it. Probably there will be a bright mark on this spot in the morning, but neither of them cares much. It only cares about what is happening now, in this room. Darkness greatly sharpens the sense of touch and receptors. “You can touch yourself.” Itoshi whispers, burning his partner's sensitive skin with his lips. “You know….” On exhalation, Bachira answers, because the fingers press into the tight rim. “I don't think I even need it…” Rin feels something viscous and hot flowing between their bodies. It works for him, because the fact that Meguru came untouched makes Rin come. Cum flows between Bachira's thighs. In the first few seconds, a welcome relief is felt. A cocktail of hormones trumpeting in the heads causes a storm of various emotions experienced in an instant. Gradually, the heartbeat, along with breathing returns to normal. Itoshi pulls away from the neck, slowly realizing his own act, and removes his hands in shame. Sheets, pajama pants, underwear are stained with cum. As soon as Rin gets out of bed, he hits the ceiling. “Fuck.” he says very softly, rubbing his forehead. He completely forgot that he was lying on the top bed. “Are you okay?” “Yep.” Rin scrambles over Meguru to climb out of bed and freezes, being above. The light is still shining on Bachira's face, and now it's shining on Rin's face too. He winces instinctively before finding the stairs with his foot. He quickly finds himself downstairs, sitting in his own bed. “We need to take a shower?” When Rin leaves, there is more space on the top bed. Bachira crawls closer to the edge of his bed and his head begins to hang upside down, looking at Rin in surprise. “Have you lost your mind?” Itoshi whispers irritably. “Aryu is now searching for his hairbrush in the bathroom.” “But my sheets and pajama pants-“ “Not my problem. Shut up and sleep.”