Day twenty - your own kink

"Go ahead and pick, okay? I'll be back in a sec."

"O-okay..."

Makoto's cheeks were burning, looking at the several thumbnails that were on Seijuurou's computer screen. He blamed Rin for bringing the subject up when he said that Nitori had porn in their dorm-room when they shared a room and found it, much to his sudden surprise when he was only trying to help his kohai with his clutter problem. Rin told Seijuurou one day, months after it had happened and of course Seijuurou told Makoto, laughing about it and how he never imagined that Nitori out of all people would ever have something like that and especially having it out in the open like that, but with thinking it over and being a teenager after all, that he was only surprised that Rin didn't see it sooner.

...Which also made Seijuurou ask if Makoto had any kind of porn around, or even watched any, and admitted to having his own stash when Makoto started stammering in embarrassment, and softly muttered a quiet yes but only on the accounts of that he's only watched and doesn't own anything.

"You know, twins and all. They find things pretty easily." Makoto said, tips of his ears red. "I wouldn't dare have anything like that in my room, you know?"

Later that night, when Makoto had gotten home after his day with Seijuurou, the question about porn still floating around in his mind, and made his way up the stairs to his room he had gotten a text from Seijuurou thinking that it was just him asking if he had gotten home yet. An eyebrow raised at the image attached to the message, a simple USB drive, but eyes widened when he had read the actual words.

You, me, and porn sometime?

Makoto had remembered that his father told him that they would be all going out for a few hours on Saturday, Makoto turning down the offer because he had some homework to get done and that maybe he would spend time with Seijuurou. Of course, homework would come first, and maybe the couple sometime later underneath Makoto's sheets.

'Spending time' being watching porn for the first time with your boyfriend and something his father didn't need to know about, and sooner than he expected. Sure he and Seijuurou had done other things on that side of the 'together' spectrum, sex at the top of that list, but Makoto's shyness was already starting to get the best of him and the weekend was only days away.

Yeah...how about Saturday?

He leaned forward to look more closely at the images, looking at the men in each thumbnail, finger moving the cursor across each individual file and felt Seijuurou settle next to him on his bed.

"Find anything yet?"

"Ah..." Makoto bit his lip and Seijuurou's hand rested on the nape of his neck, squeezing comfortingly. "You...really have a lot, here..."

"Maybe I should have organized it beforehand. Y'know, stuff that I like the most, to content, whatever...that might have made things easier." Makoto stopped on one of the videos, it seeming decent enough at first glance, and Seijuurou hummed in approval. "Yeah, that's one of the ones I like."

"It's nothing...weird, is it?"

"Babe, please." The oldest laughed and kissed Makoto's cheek. "If I had anything 'weird' I would have said something. That one's actually...really nice? You might like it."

Makoto tapped the video to start it, making the player fullscreen, turned the volume up, and settled the computer at the foot of the bed. Seijuurou took his hand away from Makoto's neck to rest on his thigh, watching along with Makoto as the beginning scenes played out. The brunette exhaled in an attempt to calm his heart pounding against his chest as his eyes followed the movements of the man on Seijuurou's computer.

The young man was finishing up putting things away in the kitchen, used utensils going into the sink and wiping wet hands on his apron. He had looked at the clock and smiled, taking the fabric off and rushing out of the frame. Makoto raised a curious eyebrow when the next shot was the same man in a different room, most likely the bedroom, stripping out of his clothes and holding up a thin lingerie top and a matching pair of boxers rested on the bed. He got changed, cheeks as red as Makoto's as he did so, and out of the corner of his eye Makoto could see Seijuurou slightly biting his lip as he watched as well.

He had gotten re-dressed, making sure that everything looked right in the mirror off to the side. The camera showed another man coming into the room, loosening his tie with one hand and smiled at the man in lingerie.

"This is a surprise." He said, making the other turn around and his entire face reddened.

"Y-You weren't supposed to be home for another ten minutes, Y-Yami..."

"Everything was running ahead of schedule. And besides, were you just putting this little...treat on just for fun, Hiro?"

Makoto felt Seijuurou shift next to him, getting more comfortable on the bed. He breathed out through his nose, not looking away as the couple on screen exchanged more playful and flustered words and the sounds of soft kissing and hands over clothes echoed out of the speakers. Makoto had to admit though, so far so good, nothing too out of the ordinary and it somewhat made him...curious to what content the other videos had. And it also made Makoto think that since that they were Seijuurou's after all, which ones got the redhead worked up the most. Maybe Seijuurou wanted to try some of the things that he's seen from those videos? Maybe they already have and he just had no idea?

A low, all-too familiar groan from his side and definitely not from his computer got his attention and Makoto turned his head to glance at Seijuurou, who still had his eyes on the screen and...

...had sometime unbuttoned his jeans, to accommodate his hand in them.

His next breath caught in his throat as he tried to look back at 'Hiro' and 'Yami' on screen, Yami on top and placing kisses on exposed skin and hands roaming, Makoto's own arousal starting to build with Seijuurou already hard and the sounds continuing from the speakers mixed with his own and Seijuurou's breathing. Makoto didn't dare moving his hand yet, still embarrassed about even watching something like this with his boyfriend, fingers only lingering near his zipper and lip between his teeth.

"Mako?"

Seijuurou's voice made Makoto's lip fall back out and he turned his head to look wide-eyed at the redhead, heart thumping against his chest.

"Y-Yeah?"

He smiled at Makoto, eyes going down to glance at Makoto's crotch and gave a small laugh. Seijuurou leaned slightly, mouth mere centimeters from Makoto's lips, and he pecked the brunette's red cheek. "You...want some help?"

"I-I..."

"You don't have to be embarrassed, Makoto."

Seijuurou's lips went from Makoto's cheek to his lips, eyes closing and easing into the kiss. He exhaled in relief as Seijuurou continued to move his mouth against his, the video still resuming and soft sounds that escalated to loud moans and whines. By the time Seijuurou's tongue was sliding against his bottom lip, Makoto felt a large hand smooth out on his thigh and creep towards his zipper and he gasped when strong fingers pressed against his covered, bulging erection.

"Relax, Makoto." Seijuurou muttered against wet lips as his hand still worked at Makoto's jeans, undoing the button with ease and slowly dragged the zipper down.

The youngest was still as Seijuurou's hand pushed down the fabric slightly past his hips, fingers playing with the hem of his boxers and then to the slit in his boxers, shuddering as Seijuurou gripped his cock. Makoto's back slumped slightly against his bedframe as Seijuurou's hand moved and squeezed, lips parted and accepting every touch and kiss from the redhead.

"H-Harder, Yami! Fuck me harder-!"

"...D'you want to turn it off?" Seijuurou asked, glancing towards the computer to see Hiro with his ass in the air, Yami thrusting into him and gripping his thighs.

Makoto shook his head. "I-It's fine..."

"Good, because I don't want to stop touching you right now."

Makoto moved one of his hands up to bring Seijuurou's head to his, bringing their lips together again. The brunette spread his legs and Seijuurou did the same, still keeping movements almost in tandem with each other.

"Ah, Sei...?" Makoto smiled against Seijuurou's lips, staring into dilated eyes as he went to touch Seijuurou's own erection and free it from the confining materials. "But I want to touch you, too..."

"Mmm, good." Light kisses were being placed along Makoto's jaw. "You know...I think you'd look pretty good in some lingerie..."

"S-Sei..."

"I...sometimes think about it-" Seijuurou pulled away, lips pursed and looking as if his words would upset, or even offend Makoto. "...S-Sorry..."

"...I wouldn't mind, if you liked it." Makoto reassured Seijuurou, thumb rubbing against the side of his head at his hairline. "M-Maybe...a nice blue color? If anything were to fit..."

"God I love you, Mako." The oldest sighed out of relief and happiness. "First you agree to porn, and now sexy, sexy lingerie? You spoil me..."

In a brief moment Makoto removed his hands from Seijuurou (taking Seijuurou's hands from him as well), to straddle the redhead and draping his arms across broad shoulders, rolling his hips and a soft moan escaped Seijuurou's and his own lips as their bare cocks were pushed together. Makoto's smile grew wider as Seijuurou's hands went to his hips, foreheads touching, the moans coming from his computer softly dying down as the couple had finally reached the end of their limits respectively, soon cutting off completely.

"...Want to watch another?" Makoto asked.

"Babe, I'd rather watch you instead."

~~ BONUS ~~

"Alright, let's finally pick one..." Seijuurou put the USB into Makoto's computer, opening the folder where the video files were.

Makoto rested his head against Seijuurou's shoulder as the redhead skimmed through a few of the videos, looking at each thumbnail and he stopped. The redhead grunted and squinted at the screen, mumbling something under his breath.

"Something wrong?"

"It's just...weird, I guess? I looked at these a few days ago and now they look all...different."

"Well click one and see for yourself?"

Seijuurou sighed and did as Makoto said; he opened one of the videos at random, and the two swimmers waited for the black screen to reveal what exactly was on the USB.

And when it did, there was a very large pair of breasts being the only thing on screen, and both Makoto and Seijuurou screamed.

"THIS ISN'T MINE!" Seijuurou shouted, cheeks pink and quickly reaching for Makoto's computer again to try to close the video with Makoto covering his face behind him. "I-I swear-!"

"I believe you, just-!" The youngest's face was now pressed to Seijuurou's back. "I wasn't expecting THAT!"

The redhead groaned and shut Makoto's computer closed once the video had been turned off and USB removed to look at it. "I think I grabbed Momo's by mistake or something..."

"...Wait." Makoto sat up straight and looked at Seijuurou. "Did. You tell Momo to do the same thing with his own stuff...?"

Golden eyes blinked. "Yeah? I mean, he has a spare one for school so things don't get messed up and it's easier to hide..."

Makoto only groaned, falling back onto his bed.

"Then how'd you even get them mixed up?"

"...You know, that's a pretty good question. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten a bulk case of them and they all look pretty much the same, and he asked if I could get his school one so I could look over one of his assignments. Guess I grabbed the wrong one?"

Author's note: the ending is probably my favorite out of anything (because plausible, much?) and I had to give the two in the video names, I just couldn't go on putting them in with 'the man' and names like that, ahah.

BUT I have some very happy seimako news! The other day I had come to the realization that, there isn't a seimako week! And within and hour I made a decision and officially, made a seimako week! Everything you need to know if you want to participate, prompts included, is all at seimako-week at tumblr, and I'd love to see you lovelies participate if you can!