When they came back to Japan, everything felt busier than ever. Tokyo greeted them with the usual cold wind, neon lights, and constant works. The quiet promise they made back in Taipei—to finally talk about what they were, to put a name on it, was still alive in their hearts, but buried under layers of work and schedules.
Taiki jumped straight into his drama filming, spending most of his days on set. Sekai disappeared into creative meetings for FANTASTICS, making choreography, designing stage, and helping with the concept for their upcoming concert tour. Even when they texted, it was usually about work. “Check the rehearsal video?”, “Are you eating?”, “Don’t stay up too late.”
Simple messages, but every word held a care.
Still, Taiki missed him.
He missed Sekai’s voice, the warmth of his teasing, the gentle weight of his hand on his head. He remembered the way Sekai said “We’ll be together. Always.” that night in Taipei.
But now it had been weeks. Maybe months.
And even though they saw each other almost every other day because of FANTASTICS, the crowd around them, the staff, cameras, managers, made it impossible to have a moment alone.
Sekai noticed it too. Every time Taiki passed him the mic during filming, every time their eyes met from opposite sides of the room, he felt that familiar pull. The one he’d been trying not to think about too much. The one that made his heart skip a beat whenever Taiki smiled at him a little too sweetly.
It was funny, really.
They had always been close. They’ve been teacher and student, fellow members, co-leaders for a long time. But something was different now, and everyone could feel it.
During the filming of a new segment, they sat next to each other as usual. Sekai leaned slightly toward Taiki to check something on the script, their shoulders brushing. Taiki laughed softly at something, his voice melting into that warm tone that always made Sekai look up.
“Your laugh is too cute for the morning,” Sekai muttered, just loud enough for Taiki to hear.
Taiki’s cheeks pinked a little, but he didn’t move away. “Then don’t make me laugh, Sekai-san.”
“Not my fault you think everything I say is funny.”
Their exchange was quiet but enough for Yusei, who sat a few chairs away, to nudge Sota and whisper, “Are they... like, in their second honeymoon phase or something?”
Sota stifled a grin. “More like they finally admitted what we’ve known for years.”
Leiya, who was watching them from the monitor, dramatically clasped his hands. “Our parents are rekindling their old flame.”
Keito peeked from behind his phone camera. “They’re literally just sitting. What’s romantic about that?”
“Look at the way he’s touching his hair!” Sawanatsu whispered.
True enough, Sekai had reached over and casually fixed a loose strand of Taiki’s hair, his fingers lingering just a second longer than needed. Taiki didn’t even flinch.
Leiya cooed. “That’s flirting. Domestic flirting.”
“I think they’re just being normal,” Horinatsu argued, but his grin betrayed him.
It didn’t help that, throughout the day, Sekai kept doing little things that made Taiki’s heart race. Pinching his cheek when he pouted, ruffling his hair after a long take, resting his hand briefly on Taiki’s back as they reviewed a dance clip together. They’d always been comfortable, but this felt different. There was more intention in every touch, more awareness.
Taiki tried to play it cool, but the way his face heated every time Sekai leaned close gave him away.
“Sekai-san, don’t do that,” he whispered once after Sekai flicked his forehead gently.
“Do what?” Sekai asked innocently, eyes glinting.
“That.”
Sekai chuckled, voice low. “You mean being nice?”
“Teasing,” Taiki corrected, trying not to smile.
“Same thing.”
It became a quiet pattern, and the others noticed every single one.
Sota started counting every time Sekai touched Taiki during filming. Yusei began humming romantic songs whenever the two were caught whispering between takes.
At one point, during lunch break, Leiya muttered, “If they don’t make it official soon, I’ll start calling them ‘Papa and Mama’ again.”
Sekai laughed at that, shaking his head. “Don’t you dare.”
“Too late,” Horinatsu said, holding up his phone where their fans had already started posting photos from behind the scenes with captions like ‘Shared destiny bond!’ and ‘Sekatai’s chemistry is back!’
Even with all the laughter, all the teasing, there was a strange ache in Taiki’s chest that wouldn’t go away. Every night, when he went home and looked at his empty bed, he thought of Sekai.
They’d promised to talk about it. To label what they were.
But they hadn’t.
Work kept coming, days blurred together, and every time he thought of asking Sekai to meet, another schedule popped up. He told himself it was fine, that maybe Sekai was just waiting for the right time. But he couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting more.
He wanted to see him.
He wanted to kiss him again.
And he was tired of waiting.
That night, after an especially long filming day that stretched until 2 AM, everyone looked half-dead as they piled into the van. The manager dropped them off one by one. By the time they reached Taiki’s apartment, the city was silent. His eyelids felt heavy from exhaustion.
He took a quick shower, changed into soft cotton pajamas, and was ready to collapse onto the bed when he glanced at his phone. The wallpaper—a simple picture of the group smiling together caught his eye, and right at the edge of the photo, there was Sekai’s face, grinning at him.
Taiki sighed.
His fingers hovered over the message app for a moment. Then he locked the phone again.
He didn’t want to text. He wanted to see him.
Before he could think twice, he grabbed his jacket, slipped on sneakers, and quietly left his apartment.
The night air was cold, brushing against his skin. By the time he reached Sekai’s apartment, his pulse was loud in his ears.
He stood at the door for a moment, clutching his phone, debating whether to knock or not. But before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed the bell.
Sekai answered after a few seconds, wearing a loose black T-shirt and sweatpants. His hair was slightly messy, eyes heavy with sleep.
“Taiki?” he asked, blinking. “It’s… three in the morning.”
Taiki bit his lip. “I know. I’m sorry. Can I come in?”
Sekai blinked again, then stepped aside without a word. “Yeah. Of course.”
The living room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the faint glow of the TV that Sekai had probably fallen asleep watching.
They both sat on the couch, a comfortable distance apart at first. Neither spoke for a while. The silence was thick.
Finally, Sekai leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So,” he said softly. “What’s the reason you came here, Taiki?”
Taiki hesitated, then pouted. “You really don’t know?”
Sekai gave him a small, tired smile. “I have a guess.”
“Then say it.”
“I’d rather hear it from you.”
Taiki sighed, crossing his arms. “We promised, remember? Back in Taipei. You said we’d… talk about what we are. You said we’d put a name on it.”
Sekai’s expression softened instantly.
“But we didn’t,” Taiki continued, voice smaller now. “It’s been months. And we just keep getting busier and busier, and every time I think we can finally talk, something comes up. I know you’re busy, and I am too, but still… it feels like we forgot.”
Sekai leaned back against the couch, exhaling slowly. “I didn’t forget.”
Taiki looked at him.
Sekai’s gaze was calm, but his eyes were gentle. “I wanted to do it properly,” he said. “Not just in passing. Not after rehearsal or between shoots.”
Taiki’s breath caught.
“I kept waiting for a day when we both had time,” Sekai continued, rubbing the back of his neck, “but I guess that day never really came.” He looked at him, guilt flickering in his expression. “I’m sorry, Taiki. I didn’t mean to make you feel like I wasn’t serious.”
Taiki’s irritation faded a little. His heart softened.
“I didn’t want it to feel like something small or rushed. I wanted to take you out, somewhere nice. A real date.”
For a moment, Taiki only stared at him, then chuckled quietly, shaking his head. “What are we, high-schoolers?” he said teasingly, leaning back into the couch cushions. “We’re adults, Sekai-san. We’ve already been to so many places together.”
Sekai turned to him, pretending to look offended, his lips pulling into a small pout.
“But not as lovers,” he replied, dragging the last word with a playful hint. “That’s different.” Before Taiki could react, Sekai leaned closer, slipped his arm around Taiki’s shoulders, and kissed him lightly on the cheek. It was brief, soft, but hot enough to make Taiki’s whole face turn red.
Taiki puffed his cheeks, looking both flustered and amused. He was about to retort when suddenly a spark of mischief crossed his eyes. “Then let’s go on a date,” he said abruptly.
Sekai blinked, confused. “Huh?”
“Right now!” Taiki said, sitting up straight, his grin wide. “You said you wanted to take me on a date, so let’s go.”
Sekai stared at him deadpanned. “Are you crazy? It’s three in the morning.”
“So?” Taiki tilted his head. “You said you wanted something proper. I’m giving you a chance.”
Sekai sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. He muttered something under his breath, but he was already grabbing his hoodie. “Fine,” he said finally, giving in with a dramatic groan.
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There weren’t many places open at 3 AM in their neighborhood, so the two of them ended up at McDonald’s. The bright lights from the store could be seen from the sidewalk. The streets were empty except for a couple of taxis passing by.
They both wore caps and masks. Even then, they stayed close together as they walked in. A sleepy staff member greeted them politely, not recognizing who they were, and Taiki stifled a laugh at the irony. FANTASTICS had just done a McDonald’s commercial months ago, complete with special sets named after each member.
When they reached the counter, Taiki grinned beneath his mask. “I’ll have Sekai’s set, please.”
Sekai turned his head sharply. “You’re kidding.”
Taiki only tilted his head in mockery.
Sekai laughed quietly. He looked at the cashier and said, “Then I’ll have Sato Taiki’s set.”
The cashier, barely awake, punched in the orders without a blink.
They took their trays and found a secluded spot near the back, far from the counter.
They ate quietly for a while, occasionally glancing at each other over their food. The fluorescent lights were harsh, but there was something strangely comforting about the simple setting. The sound of the refrigerator, the faint music playing from a speaker somewhere, the way Taiki’s eyes crinkled every time he smiled.
“You know,” Sekai said after a while, “I can’t believe our first date is in a McDonald’s.”
Taiki laughed. “It’s perfect. It’s us.”
Sekai raised an eyebrow. “Us?”
“Yeah. Simple. Unexpected. A little stupid,” Taiki said with a grin. “But somehow, it works.”
Sekai couldn’t help but laugh at that. “You’re not wrong.”
They kept talking. About work, the members, the next tour, and random things that didn’t matter but made them laugh anyway. Taiki told a story about Yusei accidentally wearing mismatched shoes to practice. Sekai countered with a memory of Keito falling asleep mid-rehearsal and face-planting into the floor. The laughter came easy, the way it always did when it was just the two of them.
In the middle of Taiki talking about his drama shoot, Sekai noticed a small smear of sauce on the corner of Taiki’s lips. He leaned forward without thinking.
Taiki stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening as Sekai closed the distance and, very casually, licked the sauce off the corner of his mouth. It was quick, effortless, and utterly shocking.
Sekai sat back down as if nothing had happened and took another bite of his fries.
Taiki froze, staring at him with his face now a deep shade of red. “Sekai-san!” he hissed. “We’re in public!”
Sekai looked nonchalant. “Relax. No one saw.”
“That’s not the point!” Taiki whisper-shouted, his hand fanning his burning face.
Sekai leaned his elbow on the table, resting his chin on his palm, smiling. “You look so cute when you’re flustered.”
Taiki’s glare was half-hearted. “Can you be serious for once?!”
“I am serious,” Sekai said, smiling. “Serious about you.”
Taiki’s words caught in his throat. He looked down, pretending to focus on his nuggets, his heart pounding so fast he was sure Sekai could hear it.
When they finally finished their meal, the sky outside was still dark, but hinting dawn. They stepped out of the McDonald’s together, pulling their masks back on.
They walked side by side in silence for a while, their steps slow, unhurried. Then their hands accidentally brushed. Sekai looked down, and Taiki, without saying a word, laced their fingers together. The warmth of his hand against Sekai’s felt grounding.
They didn’t talk. They didn’t need to. The quiet between them said everything.
As they passed a small convenience store, Taiki suddenly tugged on Sekai’s hand.
“Let’s stop here for a second,” he said quickly.
Sekai blinked. “You need something?”
“Yeah.” Taiki nodded a little too fast. “I need a new toothbrush. Some snacks. And maybe uh… some pants.”
Sekai looked at him for a long second, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything, but the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, and Taiki’s ears turned pink.
Taiki didn’t have to explain further. His intention was clear enough.
Sekai nodded casually. “Okay.”
Inside, the store was quiet except for a sleepy pop song playing faintly through the speakers. Taiki busied himself picking out the toothbrush, toothpaste, and a few random items to make it seem less obvious. Sekai followed behind him slowly.
When they were done, Taiki placed the basket on the counter. While the cashier started picking out the items, Sekai casually grabbed a pack of condoms and a small bottle of lubricant from a nearby shelf and dropped them in with the rest.
Taiki froze. His eyes widened as Sekai turned away slightly, pretending to browse the snack aisle even though they were already at the register.
“Sekai-san…” Taiki whispered, voice barely audible.
“Just… in case,” Sekai murmured without looking at him, his tone calm but his ears burning red.
Taiki didn’t answer. His face was so red it almost hurt, and he tried desperately not to make eye contact with the cashier. From the basket, with the pants and toothbrush next to those extra items, it looked exactly like what it was.
Fortunately, the cashier was half-asleep, scanned the items without any interest of anyone’s business.
Taiki wished the floor would swallow him whole. Sekai handed over the payment, thanked the cashier politely, and grabbed the bag.
As they stepped back outside, the night air hit Taiki’s burning face, cooling it slightly. Sekai glanced at him, amusement glimmering in his eyes.
“You’re really bad at hiding your thoughts,” he said softly.
Taiki groaned, covering his face with one hand. “Don’t talk about it.”
Sekai chuckled. “Okay, okay. I won’t.”
But the smile on his lips said he was enjoying this far too much.
They started walking again, the plastic bag rustling softly in Sekai’s hand, their shoulders brushing with every step.
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By the time they returned to Sekai’s apartment, the world outside was already lighter with dawn. It was almost five in the morning, and the warmth of the room was a welcome contrast to the chill of the night air that clung to their skin.
Sekai closed the door behind them, setting down the convenience store bag near the kitchen counter. He pulled off his mask and cap, ruffling his slightly messy hair with one hand. His shoulders loosened as he exhaled, a tired laugh slipping out of him.
Taiki followed, stretching his arms high above his head with a groan before tugging his jacket off and letting it fall carelessly onto the sofa. His steps were slow, his body heavy with exhaustion.
“I’m dead,” Taiki muttered, voice muffled as he flopped onto the sofa, sprawling across it in the most dramatic way possible. He laid on his back, one arm thrown over his forehead, the other hanging off the edge. His hair was messy, his cheeks still pink from the cold outside. “I can’t move anymore. I’m serious.”
Sekai snorted softly, tugging off his hoodie and tossing it onto a chair.
“You know,” Sekai said, walking past the couch with a bottle of water in hand, “we just had one of the longest filming days ever. We got off at two in the morning. And what did you decide to do instead of sleep?” He looked down at Taiki, raising an eyebrow. “A 3 AM McDonald’s date.”
Taiki opened one eye, pouting slightly. “You said you wanted a proper date, Sekai-san.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Sekai replied, his tone playful. “You really are insane.”
Taiki turned his head aside and murmured under his breath, “Because I wanted to kiss you again, idiot. But you and your otaku brain wanted some kind of cinematic first date or whatever.” His voice was quiet, but the words made Sekai freeze for a brief second before chuckling lowly.
“Otaku brain, huh?” he said, amused. He moved closer and sat down on the sofa, positioning himself beside Taiki’s stomach. He looked down at Taiki with playful smile, his hand pinched Taiki's cheek. “You wanted to kiss me that bad?” he asked, voice low but playful. “You wanted to touch me, Taiki?”
Taiki’s eyes flew open. “Sekai-san!” he protested, reaching up to swat his hand away, but Sekai caught it easily, laughing under his breath. “Stop teasing me!”
Sekai leaned closer, his face illuminated by the faint light from the window. He ran his thumb along his jawline, his eyes soft but glinting with something that made Taiki’s heart flutter.
“You’re so adorable,” Sekai said quietly.
Taiki was about to argue back, but before he could, Sekai’s expression softened completely. Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to Taiki’s.
It was slow, almost hesitant at first. Taiki’s body went still beneath him. It was their first kiss on the lips since that night in Taipei, months ago, and the memory of that moment hit them both at once. Sekai’s hand slid to the side of Taiki’s face, his thumb brushing along his cheekbone as their lips moved together, tender but hungry with the weight of weeks spent apart.
When Sekai finally pulled back, Taiki’s lips parted slightly, his eyes glazed over in that half-dazed way that made Sekai’s chest tighten.
Taiki blinked, then glanced toward the digital clock glowing faintly on the wall. “It’s 5 AM…” he said softly, a small note of disappointment in his voice. “We probably can’t… do much today.” He bit his lips, looking somehow both innocent and tempting all at once.
Sekai couldn’t help but smile, his thumb tracing slow circles on Taiki’s lips. “What time do you start work?” he asked.
Taiki hesitated. “11 AM.”
Sekai’s smile deepened as his gaze softened. “Then it’s plenty of time,” he said quietly. “If we cut down a little on sleeping.”
Taiki stared at him, trying not to laugh, his blush growing hotter. “You’re impossible,” he muttered, his voice low and breathy.
Sekai grinned. “You knew that already.”
Before Taiki could respond, Sekai moved closer, his hands sliding gently around Taiki’s waist. He shifted his body, lifting Taiki easily into his lap. Taiki yelped softly, instinctively wrapping his arms around Sekai’s neck for balance. Sekai’s hands settled on Taiki’s slim waist, warm and firm, holding him there.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. The air between them heavy with everything they’d left unsaid for months. Sekai’s eyes were dark but filled with affection; Taiki’s breath caught as he felt the steady rhythm of Sekai’s heartbeat beneath his palms.
Then Sekai leaned in, and their mouths met again, hotter this time.
The kiss deepened quickly, messy and real, fueled by everything they’d been holding back. Taiki shifted on Sekai’s lap, his fingers tightening in Sekai’s hair. Sekai’s hand trailed up Taiki’s back, drawing small circles against the thin fabric of his shirt, his other arm wrapping tighter around his waist. The world outside had begun to brighten, faint sunlight sneaking through the curtains, but neither of them noticed.
The sofa creaked quietly beneath them as they moved, their breaths mingling in the air between kisses that grew more desperate with each passing second. Sekai pulled back slightly just to look at Taiki—his flushed cheeks, the way his lips glistened, the faint tremor in his breath.
“You remember Taipei?” Sekai murmured against his lips.
Taiki nodded wordlessly, staring at Sekai with those adorable wide eyes.
“Feels like that night again,” Sekai whispered. “Only better.”
Taiki smiled softly, brushing his thumb along Sekai’s jaw before kissing him again, their movements synchronizing. His body pressed closer, his breath catching when he felt the warmth of Sekai’s body against him.
Their kiss broke briefly as Taiki realized something hard beneath his ass. His eyes widened slightly, his face immediately flushing a bright pink as he giggled.
“I think someone is excited.” Taiki bit his lips, deliberately moving his hips again as a tease.
Sekai smirked, utterly unbothered. “Of course I am,” he said without hesitation, his voice low and warm. “I’ve got someone beautiful sitting right on top of me.”
Taiki’s blush deepened instantly. “D-don’t say stuff like that,” he stammered, trying to sound annoyed, but his tone betrayed him.
Sekai chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Why not? It’s true.”
He leaned in again, brushing his lips against the side of Taiki’s neck, and Taiki shivered, his hands gripping Sekai’s shoulders tighter.
They kissed again, deeper, slower this time. Sekai’s fingers traced the line of Taiki’s spine, his touch gentle but deliberate. Taiki tilted his head, their lips meeting again and again, until the world around them seemed to disappear.
And as the sun began to rise higher, filling the room with morning light, they still stayed there.
“Do you really want to continue?” Sekai asked, his voice low and rough with emotion.
“Yes.” Taiki’s eyes met his, shining with sure.
Then he leaned forward, capturing Sekai’s lips again, his fingers curling into Sekai’s shirt as if he couldn’t bear the thought of any distance between them.
Sekai suddenly lifted him with ease. Taiki’s laugh spilling out quietly, muffled against his shoulder. “Sekai-san, wait, I can walk by myself—”
“Too late,” Sekai murmured, his breath brushing against Taiki’s ear as he carried him toward the bedroom, with another detour to take the bag from convenience store. Taiki clung to him, his face pressed against Sekai’s shoulder, heart hammering against his ribs, knowing full well what’s inside that bag.
Sekai laid him gently down on the bed. The sheets were cool against Taiki’s back, and he felt his heart flutter as Sekai hovered above him, his expression soft and focused. Taiki reached up, his fingers brushing through Sekai’s hair before pulling him down for another kiss. It was slow at first, tender, but it deepened quickly, their breathing quickening as the tension that had been building for weeks finally spilled free.
Sekai’s hands began to roam, slipping under the hem of Taiki’s shirt. He paused to kiss Taiki’s bare ribs, the skin there soft and vulnerable. Taiki arched into each kiss, his breath coming in soft pants. Gently, Sekai lifted Taiki’s shirt enough to expose his chest. The sight of Taiki’s perky nipples made Sekai’s mouth water.
Sekai teased them with the flat of his tongue, circling areola before flicking pointedly at the bud. Taiki’s back arched, a high-pitched moan escaping him.
“Good boy,” Sekai murmured against his skin, pressing deliberate, feather-light kisses that made Taiki shiver. “You like that, don’t you?” He brushed his palm over the bud, applying gentle pressure that sent Taiki’s toes curling.
Taiki’s lips parted in a silent, longing gasp. “Sekai-san…”
Sekai’s hand slid lower, brushing against Taiki’s pants. He deftly unbuttoned and freeing Taiki’s cock. It sprang out, already hard and throbbing. Sekai’s eyes darkened with desire as he wrapped a hand around Taiki’s cock, stroking slowly, teasingly. Taiki’s hips writhed, chasing the friction, and he moaned, the sound rich and raw.
“I think another someone is also excited,” Sekai teased back, his other hand framing Taiki’s chin to keep their eyes locked.
Sekai stroked, the pads of his fingers gliding over the sensitive head and shaft. He alternated between long, languid strokes and teasing, flicking touches that made Taiki’s breath hitch in his throat.
“You’re so beautiful like this.”
“Sekai-san… please…” Taiki’s voice trembled.
Sekai leaned forward, kissing Taiki deeply, swallowing his moans, then pulled back enough to whisper in his ear, “Finish for me, Taiki.” He stroked faster, the palm of his hand igniting every nerve.
Taiki’s eyes squeezed shut, his body trembling as pleasure brought him into heaven. With a strangled cry of Sekai’s name, he spilled into Sekai’s hand. Sekai continued his strokes until the last shudder and moan faded, then gently removed his hand, cleaning himself and Taiki’s length with a tissue.
After throwing the tissues, Sekai hovered above Taiki again. He leaned down to kiss every inch of Taiki’s body—collarbone, chest, stomach.
“Even after all these years, you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Sekai paused only to praised, voice was thick with emotion.
Taiki blushed fiercely, eyes shining. “I… feel the same about you.”
Sekai leaned down to kiss him, their mouths meeting in a tender promise that quickly deepened into shared lust. Sekai’s hands roamed every inch of Taiki’s chest and stomach, memorizing the smooth planes and the way Taiki shivered under his touch.
Sekai moved away for a bit to take the condom and lubricant they just bought earlier. Taiki watched him pouring a good amount of it and rub it on his hands, before coming back hovering to him. They kissed tenderly for a while before Taiki felt a slick finger trying to get into his warm hole.
Taiki gasped. Sekai paused, concern flickering in his gaze. “Too much?”
Taiki shook his head, biting his lip. Sekai complied, thrusting his finger steadily now, another hand trailing patterns on Taiki’s hip. He leaned in to kiss Taiki’s cheek, neck, murmuring encouragement.
Sekai slid a second finger, then a third—each added digit making Taiki gasp, his hips lifting to accept them. Sekai’s fingers curled slightly inside, massaging the sensitive walls, and Taiki’s back arched off the mattress. As he worked his way back and forth, the sound of erotic slick of fingering filled the room, punctuated by Taiki’s soft moans.
“Four…” Sekai teased, adding a fourth finger and letting it rest. “Look at you, all spread for me.”
Taiki’s cheeks flamed as his body trembled. “Sekai-san…” he moaned, his voice thick.
Sekai finally withdrew his fingers. He tore open the condom in front of Taiki, and put it on himself, in a way that made Taiki’s heart beating like crazy. He lubed the head of his cock and stroke himself before aligning into Taiki.
He teased the tip along Taiki’s entrance, dragging it back and forth just enough to drive Taiki insane. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he sank in, inch by inch, until he bottoms out. Taiki cried out, arms wrapping around Sekai’s neck, and Sekai paused, letting their foreheads rest together as he waited for Taiki to adjust.
“How does that feel?” he whispered, voice thick with desire.
Taiki could only nod, mouth opening in a silent plea. So Sekai started to move, pulling out halfway and then moving in and out again, each thrust rubbing the sensitive spot inside.
He began at a slow, tortuous pace, kissing Taiki’s collarbone and whispering praise: “So good, Taiki. You feel so perfect for me.”
Taiki’s legs wrapped around Sekai’s waist, pulling him deeper. “Faster…” he gasped. “Please.”
Sekai complied, picking up the pace until thrusts became a steady, rhythmic pounding. Each time Sekai bottomed out, Taiki’s back arched, his nails leaving faint red scratch on Sekai’s shoulders and back. The bed creaked and the headboard bumping against the wall.
Sekai leaned down to bite and kiss at Taiki’s neck, eliciting broken cries of pleasure. “You’re mine,” he murmured against Taiki’s skin.
When Taiki’s moans grew louder, his body trembling on the edge, Sekai slipped a hand between them to wrap around Taiki’s cock. He stroked with calculated pressure, synchronizing with his thrusts until Taiki’s eyes rolled back and he came again on Sekai’s hand.
“Ah—!” Taiki cried out, his voice breaking in high pitch. His release was hot and urgent, coating Sekai’s palm and lower stomach.
Sekai felt his own release building. He rode out his orgasm in short, powerful thrusts, and finally spilling inside the condom with a warm, satisfying plunge. His voice, low and broken, whispered Taiki’s name as he collapsed forward, chest to chest, their breathing ragged and intertwined.
They lingered like that for several moments—Sekai’s arms braced around Taiki, both of them slick with sweat and spent.
Sekai eventually rolled off Taiki and threw away the used condom, and then wiped both of them with wet tissues until clean. After that, they laid beside each other, blanket covered half of them. Sekai draped an arm across Taiki’s waist.
The sunlight grew stronger, the warmth of morning trying to break through the closed curtain, but neither cared. The world outside could wait.
Sekai traced his fingers along Taiki’s spine, drawing invisible lines.
“I love you,” Sekai whispered, voice full of affection.
Taiki looked up at him, eyes bright, cheeks flushed from warmth and emotion. His lips curved into the softest smile.
The label that Taiki had always wanted to put between them.
“I love you too, Sekai-san.”
In that warm, gentle light, tangled together, their bodies and hearts were perfectly in sync.
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It was late morning when Sekai finally stirred at the alarm. The air was heavy with the warmth of two bodies pressed close together beneath soft sheets. Taiki’s back rested snugly against Sekai’s chest, their legs tangled. Sekai’s arm lay draped over Taiki’s waist, holding him close.
Sekai blinked blearily at the clock on the nightstand. 10:30. He groaned quietly and rubbed his eyes, still drowsy, his hair sticking up in all directions. He shifted a little, pressing a kiss to the back of Taiki’s shoulder before murmuring against his skin, “Taiki… hey, it’s already noon. You have to wake up.”
Taiki made a low noise of protest, turning his head slightly but not opening his eyes. His voice came out muffled, soft and half-asleep. “Five more minutes…” He then turned around completely, burying his face into Sekai’s bare chest. His arms slipped around Sekai’s middle as if trying to anchor himself back into sleep.
Sekai chuckled under his breath, his chest rumbling against Taiki’s cheek. “Sleepyhead,” he teased lightly, patting Taiki’s cheek with the flat of his palm. “Come on, you have work in half an hour.”
Taiki groaned, his voice slightly hoarse. “Don’t wanna,” he mumbled, his breath warm against Sekai’s skin. “It’s too early…”
“It’s not early, it’s practically afternoon.” Sekai grinned and brushed a strand of hair off Taiki’s forehead. “You’ve got a drama shoot, right? You’ll be late.”
Taiki finally opened his eyes, staring up at him with bleary, unfocused eyes that slowly softened as he met Sekai’s amused expression. He looked so boyish, hair messy, lips pouting slightly. “I don’t want to go to work,” he said quietly.
Sekai leaned down and pressed a lazy kiss to Taiki’s temple. “You will,” he murmured. “I’ll see you at the studio at five for rehearsal, okay?”
Taiki sighed but nodded, his voice small. “Okay…”
They stayed like that for a few minutes longer, neither moving, just breathing in sync. Sekai’s hand traced small circles on Taiki’s back while Taiki’s fingers rested against Sekai’s collarbone, both unwilling to leave the warmth of the bed. The sheets rustled softly every time one of them moved slightly.
Eventually, Taiki forced himself to sit up, stretching his arms with a soft groan. His body still ached pleasantly from the night before. “You’re lucky,” he muttered, glancing down at Sekai still sprawled comfortably. “You get to stay in bed while I have to work.”
Sekai smirked, not bothering to move. “That’s what you get for being the popular actor,” he teased. “I don’t start until radio recording at three.”
Taiki shot him a glare but couldn’t hide the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He took the new pants he bought yesterday and dragged himself to the bathroom, the sound of running water soon echoing from inside.
Sekai lay back against the pillows, one arm thrown over his forehead, listening to the sound of Taiki humming faintly from the shower. His heart felt warm and steady. It was a simple domesticity—the kind he never thought he’d crave, but now, it was everything.
When Taiki stepped out again, steam following him, he had nothing on but a pair of jeans. Droplets of water clung to his shoulders and neck, sliding slowly down his skin. His damp hair stuck to his forehead, and he looked fresh and sleepy all at once. He was rifling through Sekai’s wardrobe with an expression of mock annoyance.
“Why is it that every shirt you own has an anime girl on it?” Taiki said, his tone in disbelief as he flicked through Sekai’s clothes. “Is there even a single normal one here?”
Sekai, still lounging on the bed, propped himself up on his elbows. “Those are normal shirts,” he replied, feigning offense. “They’re collectibles. Art.”
“Collectibles, my ass,” Taiki muttered, picking one up with an exaggerated grimace. “I can’t wear this out. Her boobs are bigger than my head.”
Sekai’s voice rose, playful and sharp. “Then don’t wear it! Go shirtless if you want. I won’t complain.”
Taiki turned and threw a look over his shoulder, his cheeks slightly pink. “You’re so annoying.”
Still, after a beat, he slipped the anime T-shirt over his head. It hung a bit loose on him since Sekai's torso was bigger than him. But then, it looked less ridiculous and more endearing on him, like he had stolen something from Sekai just to feel closer.
Sekai sat up properly now, his eyes softening as he took in the sight. “...You actually look cute,” he said, voice quieter, genuine.
Taiki blinked. “What?”
Sekai stood, walking toward him. He was still shirtless, his long sweatpants hanging low on his hips. When he reached Taiki, he pinched his cheek lightly, smirking. “I said you look cute. Adorable, actually.”
“Stop it.” Taiki’s face turned bright red, but he didn’t move away.
Sekai grinned, leaning down just a little. “You’re blushing. See? You like when I say it.”
Taiki tried to glare, but the look came out more flustered than intimidating. “You talk too much in the morning, Sekai-san.”
“Afternoon,” Sekai corrected, tapping his nose before walking off toward the kitchen.
By the time Taiki followed him out, Sekai had already brewed himself a cup of coffee, the smell filling the small apartment. Taiki sat on the sofa, glancing at the clock again, realizing how little time he had left. His eyes widened suddenly.
“Oh no, the manager!” he exclaimed, sitting up straight. “He’s supposed to pick me up soon and I need to get home first or he’s going to freak out!”
Sekai looked over from the kitchen, his tone calm. “Relax. I already called him.”
Taiki blinked, confused. “What?”
Sekai leaned against the counter, coffee in hand, his expression casual. “I told him you were here, and that he should just pick you up from my place instead. Saved you the trouble.”
Taiki’s mouth fell open slightly. “You—wait, you told him I’m here? What did he say?”
Sekai shrugged, sipping his coffee. “Nothing weird. Probably thinks the co-leaders were having some serious meeting about choreography or something.”
Taiki’s face turned a deeper shade of red. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, trying not to imagine the assumptions their manager might actually be making. “You didn’t even—oh my god.”
Sekai grinned, clearly enjoying Taiki’s embarrassment. “You should be thanking me, you know. I saved you from running around in that shirt.”
Taiki huffed, crossing his arms. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks, I guess.”
Before Sekai could tease him further, Taiki’s phone buzzed on the table. He picked it up and answered quickly, turning away as if Sekai wouldn’t overhear. It was the manager, letting him know he was already waiting outside.
Taiki sighed, hanging up. “He’s here.”
Sekai nodded, watching him as he hurried to put on his shoes near the door. There was something soft in the way Sekai looked at him.
When Taiki was ready to leave, he turned to say goodbye. “Okay, I’m going. I’ll see you at rehearsal.”
“Hey,” Sekai said suddenly, setting down his cup. “You forgot this.”
Taiki turned around, blinking. “What?”
Sekai walked up to him, closing the distance between them in two steps. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed a sweet, unhurried kiss to Taiki’s lips. It wasn’t deep, just a soft touch—warm, grounding, and full of affection.
When Sekai pulled back, his voice was low and slightly raspy. “Have a good day, boyfriend.”
Taiki froze, his face pink. “It tasted like black coffee. You know I can’t stand it. Eugh.”
“Sorry, I really wanted to do a 'a man kissing his lover before heading to work' scene.”
“Idiot otaku.”
“See you later, Taiki.” Sekai murmured, voice softer now.
Taiki hesitated for a moment at the door, then smiled shyly, his voice barely above a whisper. “See you later, Sekai-san.”
As the door closed behind him, the apartment fell quiet again. Sekai stood there for a long moment, smiling to himself before finally picking up his mug and taking another slow sip, the taste of Taiki’s lips still fresh on his own.
“I will definitely take you on a proper date.”
END
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EXTRA
It was 5 PM, and one of the studio in LDH was full of noise. Stretching limbs, chatter, the faint thump of bass from a sound test.
Taiki had just arrived, still wearing his bright smile but moving slower than usual. His eyes were ringed with dark circles. He’d barely slept three hours with Sekai before heading to a drama shoot in another city. And now he was here, standing in front of a table, holding his water bottle like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
Sekai noticed immediately. From across the room, he watched Taiki’s shoulders sag just slightly, his eyes drooping between blinks. With a quiet sigh, he walked over, brushing a towel over his neck as he approached.
“Taiki,” he said softly. “You okay?”
Taiki looked up and smiled, that familiar grin that somehow always lit up a room. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he said, his voice calm but thin.
Sekai frowned. “Don’t push yourself too hard. You can rest anytime, you know.”
Taiki chuckled quietly, his tone teasing. “Leader, I think you’re showing favoritism.”
Sekai snorted. “If caring about my co-leader is favoritism, then sure,” he said, voice dropping to something softer. “I mean it. Rest if you feel sick.”
Taiki was about to laugh again when Sekai’s hand came up, absently brushing along Taiki’s lower back—something he’d done a hundred times before, a simple reassuring touch. But this time, Taiki stiffened and let out a small, startled yelp.
“Ah!”
Sekai’s hand jerked back instantly, eyes wide in shock. Everyone around them froze, mid-motion. Even the music that had been softly playing from someone’s phone seemed to cut out at the worst possible moment.
“Taiki-kun?” Yusei was the first to speak, blinking in surprise.
Taiki stood there stiffly, face flaming red. “S-sorry,” he stammered. “It’s nothing, really. Just… uh, tired muscles or something.”
The silence that followed was long enough to feel suffocating. Slowly, though, the others returned to what they were doing—some stretching, some pretending not to notice, though the awkward air lingered thick between them.
Once it seemed safe enough to breathe again, Sekai leaned slightly toward Taiki, his voice a whisper only meant for him. “Did I go too hard this morning?”
Taiki blinked and turned sharply toward him, his blush deepening to his ears. “N-no! It’s not like that,” he said, stumbling over his words, lowering his voice to match Sekai’s.
“It wasn’t bad this morning, I swear. But the shoot today was rough. There was a fight scene, and I had to fall a few times, so I think it just got… worse.”
Sekai’s brows furrowed with worry. “Damn it, I should’ve been gentler—”
“Sekai-san, it’s fine,” Taiki interrupted quickly, smiling reassuringly. “Really.”
They might have kept the conversation private, had it not been for the unmistakable sound of Leiya choking on his drink nearby. He coughed loudly, eyes wide, clearly having heard enough to piece together something very incriminating.
“Wait—wait, wait, wait,” Leiya spluttered between coughs, pointing accusingly at them. “What did you just say? Sekai-san, what exactly did you do to Taiki-kun this morning?!”
Every head in the room turned to them immediately. Again.
Sawanatsu nearly dropped his protein bar. Keito, mid-stretch, froze with one leg up. Yusei blinked. Horinatsu tilted his head.
“Oh my god,” Sota said first, eyes wide, tone filled with mock horror. “They finally did it.”
Leiya still looked scandalized. “this morning?! Like—before work?!”
Sawanatsu was already cackling, leaning forward with both hands on his knees. “Sekai-san! Don’t break Taiki-kun, please! We’ve got an exhausting week ahead!”
Yusei started laughing. Sota clapped his hands like it was the best news ever, and Horinatsu was quietly filming the chaos on his phone.
Sekai sighed dramatically and muttered, “I swear I didn’t do anything too hard. Just one round.”
The entire room gasped like a comedy skit.
Taiki turned on Sekai immediately, slapping his chest hard enough to make a sound. “SEKAI-SAN!!!”
Sekai grimaced and rubbed the spot with a wince. “Ow! Did I lie?!”
“Not in front of the children!” Taiki hissed, mortified.
Sekai raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “What children? They’re adults. Everyone fucks and half of them probably have more experience than us.”
That earned a chorus of “HEY!” from the rest of the group.
“LANGUAGE!” Taiki snapped, hitting him again, his ears bright red.
The other members exploded into laughter, the tension gone in an instant.
“Anyway! Finally!” Leiya howled. “Our parents are official!”
“About time,” Sawanatsu added, grinning from ear to ear.
Sekai groaned, burying his face in his hands, while Taiki kept hitting his arm in embarrassment.
“You’re all insufferable,” Sekai muttered.
And as Sekai threw Taiki a small knowing smile, Taiki couldn’t help but smile back—tired, flustered, but happy.