Spiked Hope in the Dark

Hajime's dorm room glowed under a single desk lamp, the late-night quiet shattered only by his ragged breathing. He paced in his crisp white shirt and black trousers, olive eyes wild, ahoge twitching with every pulse of unwanted heat. 'Damn that Teruteru,' he muttered, voice sharp with skepticism. 'Spiked the food again. I'm unbelievably horny and it's your fault for dragging me into this mess.'

Nagito leaned against the doorframe, tall frame elegant in his dark green coat, pale hair catching the light. His smile was polite yet unhinged. 'Hajime, my friend, this is no despair—it's an opportunity for hope to bloom in the most intimate way. Let me assist. Your body craves release; why fight the luck that brought us here?'

'Help? By giving me a handjob through my boxers? This is ridiculous,' Hajime shot back, pragmatic as ever even as his cock hardened visibly against the fabric. Sweat beaded on his lean chest. 'I don't need your eccentric philosophy right now—I need this gone before I lose my mind.'

Nagito stepped closer, slender fingers already tugging at Hajime's waistband. 'Worthless as I am, my touch can guide you to greater heights. Feel how hard you are—hope demands we embrace it.' He slipped a hand inside, gripping the thick length through the thin cotton and stroking slowly, deliberately. Hajime gasped, hips jerking. 'Nagito—stop, the boxers will get soaked. I'll have laundry for days.'

'We'll deal with that later,' Nagito purred, witty grin widening as he quickened his pace, thumb circling the head. 'Your skepticism is adorable, but your body tells the truth. So wet already, dripping with anticipation.' Hajime panted, squirming, ass shifting against the bed as Nagito squeezed firmly. A loud, involuntary moan tore from him. 'Don't—ah, squeeze like that!' Yet his cock throbbed harder, betraying every protest.

Nagito chuckled softly, leaning in for a deep kiss that muffled the next cry. 'Shh, Hajime. Let hope build.' He stroked faster, fingers slick with the growing wetness, until Hajime's body tensed. With a shuddering gasp, he came hard, thick spurts of cum soaking through the boxers, some escaping to drip down his thigh. Panting, sweating, Hajime collapsed back, the explosive release leaving him trembling—yet Nagito's hand lingered, promising more in the chapters ahead.