My Rival Is My Anonymous Hookup novel · Chapter 2 of 24
Chapter 2: Lights On
With the neon fixed on pink, they have the first sex of their lives where each can see who he is hating; Ren's whispered praise is the same, and as they leave a message from Yoru reads "You did so well" while Ren stands next to him reading floor numbers.
Tomoya kissed him first.
He would have liked that on the record, because he had lost every other argument with Ren Kisaragi.
He yanked the lanyard down hard and put his mouth on Ren's.
It was nothing like a stranger's mouth in the dark.
It was angry, and it was exactly Ren.
Ren made a low sound in his chest that Tomoya had heard three times before and never matched to a face.
Now it had a face, and the face was kissing him back.
"You're a bastard," Tomoya said against his lips.
"I know."
"You smell like the stairwell on the sixth floor."
"You taste like the vending machine coffee you pretend you don't drink."
Ren's hands were already under Tomoya's shirt.
They were big and warm and sure, and Tomoya knew them.
He knew exactly what they were going to do, and that was the worst part.
Ren walked him backward until his knees hit the bed, and they went down together, Ren's weight all over him.
The pink light slid across Ren's shoulders.
Tomoya could see everything.
He could see the muscle in Ren's neck pull when he swallowed.
A faint flush climbed Ren's throat that no meeting had ever put there.
"Take it off," Tomoya said, and tugged at Ren's tie.
"The lanyard stays."
"Why?"
"Because you're holding it."
Tomoya looked down.
He was.
He had it wound around his fist again, and he hadn't even noticed.
He should have dropped it out of pride.
He pulled it instead, and Ren followed it down to his mouth.
Ren opened Tomoya's shirt one button at a time and put his mouth on his collarbone.
Tomoya had told himself he wouldn't make a sound.
He was already making them.
"There," Ren murmured. "I want to hear you. I've only ever had it in the dark."
His tongue dragged down Tomoya's chest.
He undid Tomoya's belt with one hand and pushed him back onto the sheets with the other.
"Lift."
Tomoya lifted.
Ren pulled his trousers and underwear down together.
Tomoya lay under the pink light, naked and hard, with his rival kneeling between his legs, still in his suit.
He should have been humiliated.
He had never been so turned on in his life.
"Look at you," Ren said, and laid his palm flat on the inside of Tomoya's thigh.
His voice had dropped to the one from the dark, and Tomoya felt it in his cock.
"You've been good all day, haven't you? You pitched three accounts. You stayed late to help Chihiro with her report. You were at your desk before seven."
"How do you know that?"
"I sit across from you."
That was true, and Tomoya was too far gone to hear anything else in it.
Ren bent his head and took him in his mouth.
"Kisaragi," Tomoya said. It came out raw, with six years in it. "Christ, you can't, I hate you."
Ren hummed around him, and the sound ran up Tomoya's spine.
He sucked slowly, all the way down, until his nose pressed against Tomoya's stomach.
Tomoya's cock slid to the back of his throat.
Tomoya grabbed his hair.
He hadn't meant to.
He held on with both fists, and Ren moaned at the pull.
"That's it," Ren said, lifting off him for one second, his mouth wet. "Good. You're so good, Tomoya."
His own name, in that voice, went through Tomoya.
Nobody called him Tomoya at work.
"Don't use my name."
"Arisaka, then." Ren took him deep again, then came off. "You're doing so well, Arisaka."
"Stop saying it."
"Tell me to stop."
"No," Tomoya said, and hated how fast it came out. "Don't you dare stop."
Ren laughed once, his breath hot on the wet head of Tomoya's cock.
Then he went back down, and his tongue knew every spot the dark had taught him.
He worked Tomoya until his thighs shook.
Ren slid two fingers into his own mouth, wet them, and pressed them against Tomoya.
Tomoya tipped his hips up to meet them.
"Please," he said. "Hurry up."
"Say it properly."
"Ren. Please."
That did it.
Ren's fingers slid inside, one, then two.
They curled and found the place he had found three nights in a row, and Tomoya swore at the ceiling.
The mirror up there showed him everything.
He saw his own flushed face and his hand fisted in Ren's hair.
He saw Ren's shoulders move under the suit jacket as that patient mouth worked his cock.
"I'm going to come," Tomoya said.
"Not yet." Ren pulled his mouth away and sat back, panting. "You'll come when I'm inside you. Tell me you want that."
"I want that."
"Louder."
"I want you inside me, you smug son of a bitch."
"Good," Ren said softly. "That's so good."
Tomoya shook all over.
Ren opened his trousers with one hand, and Tomoya saw him for the first time.
He was big, thick, flushed and shining, and Tomoya knew the weight of that cock by heart without ever having seen it.
Ren slicked himself with the little bottle from the nightstand and lined up.
"Look at me," he said.
"I'm looking."
"Keep looking."
He pushed in slowly.
Tomoya felt every inch.
The stretch burned for a second, then turned to heat, and he made a sound he would have died to hear from anyone else.
Ren never took his eyes off Tomoya's face.
He bottomed out and stayed there, holding himself rigid above him, and the lanyard swung down and tapped Tomoya's chest.
"You feel," Ren said, and stopped, and his jaw tightened. "You feel incredible."
"Move."
Ren moved.
He fucked Tomoya slowly and deep, each stroke dragging over the spot that turned Tomoya's vision white.
With the light on, Tomoya saw what the dark had hidden.
Ren's eyes were half shut.
His lips were parted.
He looked at Tomoya like Tomoya was the only thing in the world he wanted to see.
Tomoya had no idea what to do with that.
He wrapped his legs around Ren's waist and pulled him in deeper.
Ren's rhythm broke, and he started to drive into him hard.
The headboard slammed the wall.
The bed creaked.
"Harder," Tomoya said. "Show me what you've got, Kisaragi."
"You're so beautiful like this." It came out in a rush, like it had slipped. "You take it so well. You're perfect. You're doing everything right."
Tomoya came without being touched.
It tore out of him on those words, his back arching off the sheets.
His cock jerked against his stomach and spilled hot over his open shirt.
He shouted Ren's name.
Ren followed three strokes later with a groan into Tomoya's neck.
He shook, buried to the root, coming inside him with his teeth on Tomoya's shoulder.
They lay there, breathing.
Tomoya's heart banged against the lanyard.
After a while Ren lifted his head and looked at Tomoya's face in the pink light.
His expression was so open that it scared Tomoya.
Tomoya looked away first.
"This doesn't change anything," Tomoya said. "Monday I'm still going to destroy you."
"I know." Ren pulled out carefully and fell on his back beside him. "I'm counting on it."
They cleaned up without speaking and dressed without speaking.
Tomoya stood at the mirror, trying to fix a shirt with his own come on it.
Ren finally pulled the lanyard off his neck and shoved it into his jacket pocket.
They rode the elevator down in silence, one step apart, watching the numbers.
Fifth floor.
Fourth.
Tomoya's phone buzzed in his hand.
He looked at it.
Yoru: You did so well tonight.
He looked up.
Ren was reading the floor numbers with great attention, both hands in his pockets, not moving a muscle.
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