Unsure Frustration

A?N: Mitsuo’s dream! XD … Well I thought it was a good idea.. n.n No sex, so it’s just a Lime, but citrus is good non-the less.

Un Fru Frustration

Homework spread itself out across the bed and spilled onto the floor with some strange wild abandon that Mitsuo wasn’t aware could exist. Hasunuma was lying back on the bed, book propped in his hand and a pen dangling from his mouth. “We should do something else.” He said managing to not drop the pen in the process.
Mitsuo gave him a look, folding his own book down and sitting up on his knees next to the other male. “But we have to get this done, if we don’t, we’ll fail the semester.” Wait, when had things gotten that dire at school? Mitsuo tried to remember but then Hasunuma smiled at him knowingly.
“I have an idea.” He tossed his book to the side and sat up, reaching for Mitsuo quite suddenly.
“Hey, what are you..?” Mitsuo suddenly found himself pulled by his hips into Hasunuma’s lap and made to straddle him. He sat there dumbstruck as long fingers started to undo the shirt displayed before him and the body concealed under it lay back on the bed.
“We can do this instead.”
“Hasunuma..” Mitsuo’s voice was quiet and hesitant still planted unmoving on his friend’s hips, hands nervously threaded in along his open shirt. “I don’t really know..”
“Just relax.” Hasunuma’s tone was soft and secure as it washed over his tense nerves. The room became very dark and the homework disappeared, unimportant and already long forgotten.
“Hasunuma, I can’t..” His voice faltered a bit and he felt his face go hot with an embarrassed flush.
“Come here.” A warm, knowing hand touched Mitsuo’s face as the taller of them spoke again. “I’ll teach you how.”
Mitsuo looked down at that infuriatingly sure smile and felt himself bend to rest against Hasunuma on the bed. He could feel the warm skin of the other boy’s chest and knew that his shirt was already long gone. He felt naked in his arms even though he knew none of his clothes had been opened or removed.
Hasunuma took one of his hands and traced them over one of his nipples. Mitsuo seemed hypnotized by the fact that his hand could be manipulated so easily and just how small it was compared to the other males. “Here, like this.” The smaller boy’s finger tips circled one dark nipple under the guidance of his friend.
The poor blond could barely get a word out as he felt fingers pressing in the same pattern along one of his nipples. Suddenly he found himself on his back with Hasunuma leering down at him with a predatory smile as his shirt came open. “Mitsuo.” He said the smaller boy’s name so softly Mitsuo almost didn’t hear it, of course he was also pretty busy paying attention to the hard pressure of a thumb and forefinger rolling the sensitive skin into a hard peak.
“Ah, Hasunuma..!” He wanted to thrust up against the other male but found it frustratingly less satisfying than he felt it should be.
“It’s alright.” Lips brushed the skin over his collarbone then traveled up his neck. “Let me show you what it feels like.”
Mitsuo felt a steady and wonderful pressure between his legs that made him purr to feel. He turned his head finding that Hasunuma has moved up the bed, fitting their bodies together nicely that way. The blond nuzzled into the warmth even as his mouth vaguely searched for one of his friend’s nipples in the dimness.
“Let me Mitsuo.” Hands migrated to places they shouldn’t. “Let me..”
He fell victim to the compulsion to spread his legs, for what he wasn’t sure. He suddenly twisted, finding his face pressed into Hasunuma’s shoulder, whimpering softly as the almost phantom presses and touches continued. He wanted it, he was going to give in, he was going too..
Mitsuo’s eyes flew open to the intense shock of waking up out of perfectly screwed up wet dream. Gasping for breath and wondering what the fuck just happened.