*NSFW WARNING*

"mm," hanamaki hummed with pleasure, his eyes closed as the dark haired boy kissed his neck. matsu kissed below his jaw, biting gently onto the sensitive skin. makki couldn't help but let out a quiet whimper as he went on, leaving marks on the pink haired boy's neck. hanamaki raised his chin, allowing the boy more room to kiss. hanamaki's heart was racing almost as fast as his thoughts were. they had been making out in this dressing room for almost twenty minutes and for some reason makki couldn't help but think of every doubt he was having between them. his thoughts were betraying him, they went as far as 'he's so good at this, probably because this is the hundredth time he's made out with someone in a dressing room'. he tried to block out the thoughts but he couldn't. eventually the thoughts were swatted away for him when he felt matsu's thigh press between his legs and onto his bulge. his eyes shot open and he looked down at the boy's leg. matsu began kissing the boy's cheek and the corner of his lips as he snuck his hands under hanamaki's shirt while raising his leg slightly, applying more pressure between his legs. "matsu," makki breathed.

"you have no idea how long i've been wanting to kiss you like this," he said, his tone quiet yet lustfully rugged. his voice alone made hanamaki hard.

"yeah?" was all makki could manage to get out.

"yeah," the dark haired boy replied before connecting their lips once again. he then took the boy's face in his hands, pulling back and licking makki's bottom lip briefly before he took a half-step back and put his hands onto hanamaki's hips. he swiftly turned the boy around, pushing him into the wall and leaning forward. he pushed his bulge onto hanamaki's ass and leaned in to kiss the thinner boy's shoulders. hanamaki furrowed his brows slightly, his entire body felt like it was on fire.

there's no way we're doing this here, hanamaki thought. then once again, his own thoughts became insulting. instead of finding mattsun's confidence hot, he began to think of it as a learned asset, a 'practice makes perfect' scenario. he knew the thoughts were wrong and unfair but he couldn't stop them. then he felt matsu's hand snake around his waist, beginning to undo his button, then his zipper. "wait," he said, matsukawa stopped.

"what?" he asked. "what's the matter?" he let go of the boy's zipper, placing his hand onto makki's hip.

"i don't really wanna do this," hanamaki said hesitantly.

"what? oh god, i'm sorry," matsu stepped back, taking his hands off of makki. hanamaki turned around, "i shouldn't have gone so fast,"

"no, it's okay,"

"no, it's not, i'm really sorry, i should've just stuck with the kissing,"

"you're a really good kisser," makki commented, a slight smile on his face. mattsun let out an awkward laugh. hanamaki was leaned against the wall behind him, fingertips touching the wall. he was trying his best to make eye contact, but he couldn't help but look away every once in a while, especially since matsu's boxers were tented up. his mind was being stupidly hormonal, he couldn't stop glancing.

"you're not too bad yourself," he replied sheepishly, placing a hand onto the back of his neck. he was silent for a moment, rubbing the back of his hair. "uh," he began, "we should just..." he paused, "i'm going to try this on, you should just take the leia costume into a different dressing room," he suggested. hanamaki's mind was still fixated on how well that damn boy's boxers fit him. "makki?"

"huh?" he looked up, "oh yeah, just, i'll take the package, er... pack...bag?" he stammered, his face heating up. matsu raised a brow at the boy then grabbed the costume set. he handed the bag with the leia costume in it to him.

"here's the pack-bag," he teased.

"thank youuu," hanamaki said in a sing-songy voice. he walked over to the door and opened it up, narrowly, since matsukawa was naked inside. matsukawa was naked inside... naked... no clothes. am i standing under a heat vent or something. makki looked over his shoulder at the boy. "those boxers aren't your size," he said as he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

*

matsukawa and hanamaki were on their way to mattsun's house from the store. they bought the costume set, both fit into their costumes, which were sitting in the back of mattsun's car. makki's top was a little tight, just as matsu said it would be, but he made it work. they were sitting in the car...awkwardly.

"i'm really sorry, again," mattsun spoke up, breaking the silence.

"matsu, i told you like a billion times, everything's good, we're good," makki replied, attempting to sound as calm and collected as possible. the small space around them grew quiet once again. what had happen wasn't matsu's fault, it was his own fault but he couldn't tell matsukawa the real reason he stopped them. he didn't want to admit that it was his own insecurities that had brought them here.

matsukawa pulled the car into the driveway of his home. he parked the car then turned the engine off, sinking into his chair a bit. he looked over at hanamaki, "can i tell you something?" he asked almost rhetorically.

"anything," makki replied.

"i'm really sorry-"

"matsu, again, you don't have to apolo-"

"no, makki, hear me out," he began, "i do, i need to apologize," he said, averting his eyes from the other boy's. "i don't want to mess things up with you," he admitted, "i really, really don't want to mess up," he said. "i mess up everything in my life, just by being-" he paused, "me,"

"matsu..."

"i just go with the flow, all the time," he said, "because it works for me," he went on, his eyes fixated on the fabric of makki's shirt. "but that's selfish," he said, "this stupid 'whatever' attitude is selfish, it doesn't work for other people," he said, glancing up at makki. "and i never really cared, i guess?" he said, placing a hand hesitantly onto the gearshift, drumming his fingers onto it, fidgeting. "but you're like-" he paused, shrugging slightly, "different, you make me feel different," he said. "i have to actually...use my head when i'm with you," he said, earning a light laugh from the pink haired boy. that laugh encouraged mattsun to look up at hanamaki. he looked into the boy's eyes and there wasn't even a speck of negativity. hanamaki was gazing onto him fondly, lovingly. matsukawa wanted to kiss him but he was hesitant after what had just happened. hanamaki leaned in, lifting his chin subtly as he pressed a soft kiss onto his lips. he pulled back, looking into matsukawa's eyes.

"can i tell you something?" he asked.

"anything,"

"when i say you don't need to apologize i really mean it," he began, "the reason i stopped you was because i didn't want to lose my virginity in a target dressing room, idiot," he said, he was half-way lying. it was true that he didn't want to lose his virginity there, but the fact that he was doubting matsukawa's true intentions in the moment was the heavier reason. now, in this moment, he felt like a dumbass for doubting matsu. every doubt he had seemed to vanish when he gazed into matsu's eyes. hanamaki shouldn't care who he's been with before him, all that matters is who he's with now. all that matters is this moment, and the next.

"i just care about you so much,"

"i care about you too," makki replied softly, placing his hand over the other boy's hand.

"makki," matsu spoke, his tone seemed unnaturally nervous.

"hm?" he hummed.

"i think i might be in love with you,"

"oh fuck,"