Anon sent this about a week ago but withdrew it but HAH I already copied the prompt into my phone notes (I hope no one ever finds those). I was a bit busy but I was slowly working on it because I love the idea. I figured I’d share what I have.

Rui can feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he rings the doorbell for the third time. It’s a blazing hot summer day, the kind where the heat of the pavement causes everything to look hazy, and the sound of the cicadas slowly saps one’s sanity away. He wipes his sweat with the back of his hand for what feels like the millionth time today, before ringing the doorbell one more time. This was the last delivery of his shift, and normally if no one was home he’d be able to just take the pizza home himself, but this “Tsukasa” person ordered a supreme pizza. Disgusting.

He’s about to turn around and leave when he hears light thumping noises from behind the door of the house. The door opens to reveal a flustered looking blonde, out of breath from some sort of exertion. He’s dressed in an ill-fitting oversized pajama shirt and— Rui reins in his wandering eyes. It doesn’t look like he’s wearing any bottoms at all. His eyes rest on Tsukasa’s collarbones instead, the shirt barely hanging on to his shoulder with how large it is. He’s secretly thankful for the fact that he’s likely already flushed from the heat.

“SORRY ABOUT THAT!” The boy practically yells. He bends down and takes a second to catch his breath, “I was tied up…in some things.”

Rui quirks an eyebrow curiously but chooses not to press. He can still feel the sun beating down on him and would rather finish this up and get home sooner rather than later. He puts on his best fake customer service smile. “That’s alright, you’re Tsukasa correct? I have your pizza right here.” He lifts the box up with one hand while pulling out his portable credit card reader with the other. “The total is $12.69, will you be paying with cash or credit?”

“Ah—“ A pause. Rui looks at Tsukasa almost amused as he starts patting his thighs and butt, as if expecting his wallet to be there. His eyes linger on the the plush thighs a bit longer than he’d like to admit, the thought of how it would feel to squeeze them quickly crossing his mind. Tsukasa turns around and bolts up the stairs, Rui’s gaze following behind him until he’s out of sight, and after a few moments Rui hears an exaggerated scream of “NOOOOOO!!!”

Tsukasa returns to the entrance looking a bit dejected and nervous. “Um. It seems I may have lent my wallet to my sister. I completely forgot about it.”

Rui almost wants to sigh, but faced with Tsukasa’s sad puppy dog eyes and sheepish demeanor, he finds he really can’t be all that angry. “That’s unfortunate… I can also take tap to pay, if you have your card linked with your phone?”

Tsukasa shakes his head, “No…I never set that up…” He looks up at Rui, finally taking in the features of the pizza delivery man. Tall, lean, with a handsome face and slightly mussed hair, likely from a long day of work. His eyes catch sight of a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face, slowly moving toward his chin, leading his gaze towards Rui’s defined Adam’s apple. Tsukasa swallows his saliva and beats down the urge to catch the sweat with his mouth as he minutely shifts to rub his legs together. This man was 100% his type, he was too distracted earlier to notice but…

“Say…um…” He takes a glance at the name sewn into the uniform. “Rui. You must be hot….ah— feeling hot I mean. Why don’t you come inside me—WITH me, and we can talk about another way I can pay you?”

Rui doesn’t get a chance to respond as Tsukasa grabs his arm and drags him inside and all but throws him onto the sofa, taking the pizza from his hand and sliding it onto the coffee table. He sits beside him, bare thighs pushed up against his legs as he leans into his personal space, still holding onto his arm, as if to prevent him from getting up and leaving. “So…do you have any ideas? I’m willing to do anything to make this right.”

Rui isn’t so dense as to not be able to figure out where this is going, and it didn’t help that the way Tsukasa was leaning forward gave him a perfect view of the inside his baggy shirt. Were those…inverted nipples? He didn’t even have a chance to enjoy the air conditioned room before he started feeling warm again. “This might not be very appropriate…” He tries to gently tug his arm out of Tsukasa’s grip while maintaining his crumbling work facade. “You don’t have to pay for the pizza, I can just take it…” His words trail off as Tsukasa instead guides his hand to his thigh, letting him feel the soft plump skin, before moving it slowly to the space between his legs, trapping his fingers between them.

“That won’t do, I was really looking forward to that pizza.” Tsukasa leans closer, close enough that his breath ghosts the bottom of Rui’s chin. “Are you sure there’s nothing I could do to pay for it?” He wiggles his legs a bit, guiding Rui’s hand higher. Something in Rui’s mind snaps when he feels something wet and slick. He was right. Tsukasa wasn’t wearing anything under this shirt.

Sorry for the bad hentai (not sorry). I’ll write the porn next time (maybe). Ha.