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  1. Goldenheart

    malefemale Yaoi omorashi

    Decided to draw some Yaoi omorashi ^^ These ocs Starlight and Xage are boyfriends and are making out whilst holding in Thier urine Starlight had already lost control of his bladder and started pissing his pants whilst Xage tenderly watches as he leaks uncontrollably, his bladder about to follow along
  2. Rollixx shifted around in his seat. He wiggled his tail, trying to make more room for his diapered rear. Demmie was sitting next to him in his modified car seat. He was smaller than most demons of his species and had to get a chair designed for small children. He looked up at his massive boyfriend and tilted his head. “Rollo? You look a little tense, is everything alright?” Rollixx nodded and kept his eyes fixed straight on the road. “Yup, everything is completely fine.” “Are you sure?” Demmie reached out and gripped onto the front of the dragon’s padding “... You feel dry, and I don’t smell anything coming from you.” Rollixx shifted around. “I’m clean, nothing is wrong.” “You gotta shit, don’t you?” Demmie smirked when Rollixx’s face went from the usual dark gray to a bright red. “You’re wearing your diaper, just go.” Rollixx wiggled his butt. “Can’t…. No room.” “Oh, it’s one of THOSE shits, huh?” Rollixx nodded. “Demmie, it’s always ‘one of those shits’, you expect a massive dragon like me to not make monster turds?” Demmie laughed. “Good point! We can stop at an empty lot so you can unload, okay?” Rollixx nodded again. He flinched when he heard Demmie blow a raspberry. “That’s gonna be what your ass sounds like in a few minutes.” Rollixx glanced down and saw Demmie’s diaper was soaked. “You look like you pour a whole jug of lemonade down your drawers.” Demmie looked down then quickly pulled his shirt over the thick bulge. “At least I don’t shit myself!” Rollixx chuckled when he saw Demmie’s tail jerk upwards. “You keep believing that sweetheart.” Demmie let out a small huff and lifted up his knees, causing Rollixx to laugh and ruffle his hair. After a few minutes of driving, grabbing each other’s fronts, and poking fun, they pull into a Walmart parking lot which was shockingly empty. Demmie quickly unbuckled himself from his seat. “Geez, I thought I was going to be the impatient one…” Rollixx opened the car door and carefully got out, making sure to not make the floodgates open too soon. “Hurry up so we can get going!” Demmie demanded. He crawled over the center compartment and flopped into the driver seat. Rollixx looked around, when he felt comfortable enough, he slowly let himself loose. He let out small squeaks as the soft shit burst out of him and into his diaper. He lifted up his leg as his diaper began to expand to fit his massive load. Demmie crawled on top of the vehicle and made sure nobody was around. Rollixx then felt something warm and wet run down his legs. “Hmmm?” He looked down and saw a puddle of piss on the ground.“Oh god, now one of the poor workers is going to have to come out here and clean that up.” Tears formed around his eyes, and he tried to hide his face. Demmie used his long tail to pat Rollixx on the head. “The rain should clean it all up, nobody needs to come out and clean. Rollixx still felt so bad that he grabbed a rag and tried to soak up most of the musty urine. “Dan Rollo, that's strong! Kinda turning me on a little…” “Keep it in your pants, you wanna-be urinal.” Rollixx teased as he threw the rag onto Demmie’s face. Demmie sat there with the piss rag on his head. He wagged his tail around, causing it to whip the car so hard it set off the alarm. The two jolted up and frantically tried to shut off the alarm. After a minute, Rollo finally turned off the alarm. “New rule, don’t throw piss rags at Demmie while he’s sitting on top of the car…” Demmie jumped onto Rollo’s shoulder. “Hey, could you get to the changing part of this now… I may or may not have-” “I already know what you did in there you little freak.” He chuckled. “Lay down, and try not to get it all over my seat.”
  3. From the album: Spectre’s GMod Album

    Poor Kaeya couldn’t get his pants down in time, resulting in a rather embarrassing accident. Yet he can’t help but find it oddly relieving, and strangely… satisfying.

    © Genshin Impact

  4. It's been years since the events surrounding the Phantom Thieves and the Metaverse. Goro Akechi has distanced himself from Ren Amamiya and all the others involved in those events, even building a fake identity to avoid anyone finding him, preferring to let the past stay in the past. However, on Christmas Eve, he discovers a calling card on his coffee table, addressed to him, with the sender being not the Phantom Thieves, but rather, just Ren. He goes off to accept this one final challenge from his rival, never being one to back down from a challenge. His only regret was that he didn't stop to use the bathroom first. ------- This is an omorashi story taking place at Cafe Leblanc, with romance between Ren Amamiya and Goro Akechi! I hope you enjoy it - this is likely going to be the start of a longer series between these two~! Please let me know what you think of how I wrote these characters! I honestly struggled with Akechi, as it's a bit difficult for me to know how he would really act, considering his shift in personality later in the game; I'd like to hear what you guys think, and if it seems like I wrote him well or not! I will definitely be editing this if I get some critique that warrants it - I want this to be really good! Want more? I have a Patreon with way more stories available! I'll be posting every chapter of this series at least a week early over there, and I'm also planning to write Patreon-exclusive extended versions of some of these chapters! Check it out if you're interested - your support means a lot to me! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true If you enjoy, please consider commissioning me! Email me if you're interested: [email protected] Or add me on Discord: KitoKitoKito#7003 Or just send me a note! Word Count: 3451 --------- “Goro Akechi, the lustful center of my gaze. Although presumed dead, you’ve lived for many years outside of my gaze, but this will go on no longer. Come to Cafe Leblanc on Christmas Eve at midnight, where our final duel shall finally take place. Upon my victory, I shall steal your heart. From, Ren Amamiya.” Akechi stared at the card in utter disbelief. It had been almost five years since he’d had anything to do with the Phantom Thieves, five years since he’d met Ren Amamiya, and five years since he’d faked his death. He had fallen out of the public eye and resumed his detective work under a pseudonym, carefully keeping his identity anonymous and avoiding all contact with anyone involved in the metaverse, however, somehow, Amamiya had still found him. He put his head in his hand… and blushed, scarlet red, across his face. He’d told himself he could move on from his first love, but apparently, that was starkly incorrect. How could he go and get himself involved in Ren’s life now, after all that had happened? Clearly, they were both better off going their separate ways; if they had gotten together, they’d only be a stark reminder of a painful past; after all, he had quite literally tried to kill the phantom thief. However, considering all the work Ren must’ve gone through to find Akechi… clearly, the phantom thief did not feel the same way. He sighed, dropping the calling card on a glass coffee table in front of him. He was wearing a winter outfit, a long, light-brown, button-up coat, with darker-brown khakis and a plaid red and dark-blue scarf. He had hazel hair, which his fingers were currently running through due to nervousness, black, leather gloves still on them. How was he meant to respond to this? He looked at his phone. It was today, Christmas Eve. Leblanc was just a short train ride away… if he left now, he’d probably make it there around midnight. It was now or never. He slipped the calling card into his coat, ran a comb through his hair… and headed for the train station. —----------- Ren Amamiya sat in Cafe Leblanc, the lights all dimmed to only a soft glow, wearing a black turtle neck and jeans of the same color, comfy and cozy, even though it was a tad cold down there. Currently, he was sitting at the bar, near the far end, holding a cup of coffee he’d just brewed in his hands - he’d mixed a bit of cocoa into this one, to get into the festive mood. Outside, the weather was horrible - a blizzard raged on, Leblanc’s door partially blocked by a foot of snow. If it was anyone else, Ren would’ve been concerned about the blizzard, perhaps even rescheduled… but he knew Akechi. That detective would take on any challenge. He sipped his coffee, still hot and fresh, the steam fogging up his black-rimmed glasses. He had considered doing his hair, but had decided against it - the messy, bedhead style of his dark hair had been a staple of his time with the Phantom Thieves; it only made sense to keep it that way for his reunion with Akechi. He checked his phone. It was 11:50, just ten minutes until midnight, when Akechi was supposed to arrive. He had some plans already; specifically, he’d made a very… special blend of coffee, which he had yet to actually brew, and the bathroom was out of order. It was the only bathroom in the building; it was actually working just fine, but Ren had no plans of letting his rival use it. However, he had gone to use it himself, just a few minutes ago - he wanted his bladder to be relatively empty. Just as Ren picked up a book to pass the time, he heard the familiar sound of the door opening, the bell jingling, as Akechi stepped in, covered in snow from head to toe, wearing the hood of his coat, his scarf over his mouth, a slightly annoyed look in his eyes. “So, you really are here,” he said, trying to be cool, but Ren didn’t understand a word under that scarf. The thief just tilted his head, confused, with a smile on his face. “Try saying that again without the scarf on.” Akechi’s eyes tilted down; he blushed, shutting the door behind him and stopping the temporary onslaught of snow and cold coming from the blizzard outside, and then pulled his scarf down with both hands. “I said, so, you really… ah, never mind.” He pulled his hood down, revealing his hair to be very messy, despite the effort he’d put into styling it before he came. “What did you call me here for, old friend? And how did you find me, anyways?” “Take a seat.” Ren stood, still smiling knowingly as he gestured to one of the chairs, a look of intent and confidence in his eyes. He moved behind the counter and began brewing the special mixture he’d mentioned earlier. “Care for a cup of coffee?” “I suppose I’ll take you up on that offer.” Akechi pulled his jacket and scarf off and threw them over one of the chairs, revealing a plaid blue sweater underneath. “I could use something to warm me up.” “Sorry to make you come out here in the middle of such a storm.” Ren poured a bit of cream into the coffee cup, delicate and precise; he still had it. He slid the mug over to Akechi, then went and sat next to him, grabbing his previous mug, still half full. “Thank you.” Akechi sipped his coffee without smiling. His facade of being the nice, friendly, and advertiser-friendly detective was completely pointless with Joker. “Just as good as always.” “Did you want something to eat too? I think I have some pancakes in the fridge.” “Goddamn you.” He smirked as Joker chuckled, sipped his coffee again. “I can never look at a plate of pancakes the same way after that. I swear, I’ll never make such a careless mistake again.” “We’ll see.” Ren drained the rest of his coffee and stood, placing the mug in the kitchen’s sink and running a little water inside. “So, do you plan to explain what this is all about?” “Simple. We have one last competition to put a close to our little rivalry.” Ren walked to the stairs, leading up to the attic. “Come on - you can bring your coffee with you.” “Interesting. I’ll accept your challenge then, no matter what the game may be.” He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink as well. “But I have one caveat. If I win, I want to know how you found me.” “Sure. But in that case, I want something if I win.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “That’s a secret, but I think you’ll be quite happy to meet my conditions.” “Well, I’d say I’m curious…” He smiled, a cocky, confident smile, a competitive, almost sadistic spirit in his eyes. “But I don’t plan to lose, so it looks like I won’t be finding out.” Ren chuckled, beckoning for Akechi to follow him up the staircase. “We’ll see about that.” The attic was just the same as always, though a little bit dusty. A bed in the far-right corner, a work desk in the far-left, and a few other little things, though it was clearly mainly used for storage - Ren was staying there for a month while he figured out his living situation, having to move due to a fire in his old apartment. Thankfully, Sojiro was happy to help him out. “You have some very… interesting living conditions. Will this be the site of our confrontation?” Akechi questioned, looking around the room, attempting to identify some source of competition. “Correct. I actually have something in mind already.” Ren turned on the CRT TV and hooked up an NES, with two “NES Zappers” hooked up to it, being gray and orange guns for use in various games. Inserted into it was the game “Duck Hunt” - Joker had figured a repeat of the time the two of them had engaged in Gun About was a fitting way to reunite them. “Here.” He held out one of the guns to Akechi. The detective prince took the gun and smiled, examining it, holding it in his black-gloved hand. “Interesting. So, you wish to lose in another game of precision?” “We’ll see about that - I’ve gotten much better since the first time.” Joker booted up the console, watching as the title “DUCK HUNT” appeared in large, bold letters. The game, however, was actually modded to allow for a more competitive mode - as the game started up, the screen was split into halves, each side having their own ammo, scope, and ducks to shoot down, with a score counter at the bottom. “Here’s how it’ll go. For ten minutes, ducks will be flying out, slowly speeding up until the end. Whoever shoots the most wins.” “Perfect. I can’t imagine a better way to end this rivalry, besides, perhaps, another duel in Mementos… though we both know that’s impossible.” He stood back and aimed his gun at the screen with a cocky smirk… and then faltered for a moment. He felt the sudden need to relieve himself; apparently, that coffee had coursed through him quite quickly, and he had come immediately upon getting that letter. What terrible timing to need a bathroom break. “Before we begin, mind if I use the restroom downstairs?” “Ah, sorry, it’s out of order.” Ren lied through his teeth; it was working. “After we finish our match, you can use the one at the laundromat across the street.” “That should work just fine.” He readied himself once again, regaining his composure… even though his bladder was already starting to ache. However, he didn’t want to dampen the competitive spirit; he’d be able to hold it for a measly ten minutes. “Let the game begin!” Ren pulled the trigger on his gun with a plastic click, and a countdown began. Three, two, one… and the game was on. Immediately, both persona users were extremely focused on the game, shooting every duck they possibly could, their scores remaining in a state of constant flux between who was winning and losing. Clearly, it was anyone’s game… that is, until both of them had their focus shattered. Akechi was able to ignore his need for the bathroom for a little bit, however, the aching and the desperation was increasing rapidly. He hadn’t drunk that much, but his bladder was practically bursting; he bit his lip, trying to distract himself with a little pain, as he felt the panging pain in his crotch. He had to actively keep any urine from leaking out as he played, constantly holding it back, again and again. He glanced to Joker, who seemed to be quite calm and composed; he absolutely couldn’t let something as foolish as his bladder lose him this game. He grit his teeth and bent his knees, pushing his thighs together, holding his bladder back. His legs began to shiver slightly. Ren could barely hold his poker face as he watched Akechi’s desperation grow. He’d been itching to see such a beautiful sight as the ace detective losing control of his bladder ever since he’d met him for the first time, his fantasies full of exactly what was playing out in front of him. Ever since they’d first met, Ren had felt his heart skip a beat for the lovely, beautiful, princely figure, and even seeing the much darker side of his personality only made him fall deeper into love, into affection for him. Past events had kept them apart for obvious reasons, however, even his attempted assassination at the hands of Akechi hadn’t dulled Joker’s feelings. They were stronger than ever. And now, seeing that desperation, the little shivers in his legs, that determined but clearly strained look on his face, it was all so perfect. If everything went well… he’d have some cleaning up to do very soon. Five minutes in. The detective couldn’t believe how badly he needed to use the bathroom. It was horrible, the worst desperation he’d ever felt in his life, his bladder throbbing needily, practically ready to burst like a balloon. He struggled to focus on the game while also preventing a horribly embarrassing accident; by minute six, it was becoming clear that something was going to have to give. He looked to Ren once again - he was still entirely coolheaded. Akechi gulped, pushing his legs closer together, shifting from side to side, as he tried to hold it in, a blush on his face from slight shame, legs shivering much harder now; he felt a slight bit of liquid in his black underwear, just the tiniest bit of wetness. He immediately focused on stopping that small leak, costing him a few ducks. “Struggling a little bit, are you, Akechi?” Ren smirked confidently. He was blushing hard, too, but apparently, his rival hadn’t noticed. He knew, given a decision between losing the game and losing control of his bladder, the prince would choose the latter any day, especially considering how much this particular competition meant to them, being the finale they’d waited years to play out (even though Akechi had never planned to allow it to happen in the first place). “Ngh…” He grunted, exasperated, but managed to catch up to the thief and even surpass him. “Worry about yourself, friend - I have no intention of letting this end in anything but my victory!” “We’ll see about that.” The two kept their focus as much as they could as the ninth minute came about. The final flurry of ducks took to the field, and the two were shooting every single one that they could aim at, with unmatched speed and precision. They were neck and neck; the victor could be decided by the difference of just one shot. But Akechi’s bladder would not relent. It was obvious to him now that, if he didn’t go to use the bathroom right this moment, there was no way he’d make it; his bladder was either going to be drained into a toilet, or it was going to burst open right then and there. He couldn’t last for this one remaining minute. It was time to make a decision. His face went completely red as his legs stopped shivering, thighs parting, as he resumed his earlier stance and shot everything he could… and the gentle pattering of liquid against felt quietly filled the room. Seconds after, the game was over, and Akechi was the victor - that small little sound had heavily distracted Ren for just long enough to destroy his focus. As the text “VICTORY!” flashed across Akechi’s side of the screen, the detective sighed in immense relief, dropping the gun to the floor, between his legs, and diverting his attention to stopping the emptying of his bladder. However, it was far too late - now that the stream had started, like a dam being broke open, Akechi had no control over the rush of urine rapidly exiting his body. He huffed in relief, covering his scarlet-red face with his gloved hands, as the pitter of piss streaming out of his cock and into his undergarments filled the room, the only sound heard besides the gentle hum of the heater. His underwear were soon filled and soaked through with pee, causing it to drip down onto his pants, with a large wet spot slowly spreading out from his crotch, starting as just a drop of a darker brown and growing. And, once those were plenty soaked, the liquid began to flow right out of his pants and onto the floor, a heavy, fast stream, trickling onto the floor, spreading out from his pants and going all over. A puddle soon formed on the wood, and by complete accident, the gun was right in the middle, being subject to that stream of hot, steaming urine. It dripped down the insides of his legs, long lines of wet streaking further and further down, even soaking into his socks and his shoes. He fell to his knees in pure humiliation, still hiding his face as the stream went on and on for at least a full minute, tons and tons of hot, steamy urine making a huge mess right on the floor. It now trickled against the rest of the puddle, drops splashing all over. Eventually, it did stop, after the detective’s pride was entirely destroyed. He was stunned, completely lost for words, his mind a jumbled mess of anxiety and shame; he didn’t have a clue of what to say after that. Ren was similarly speechless, but for entirely different reasons. He blushed from pure pleasure and lust, watching as the detective who’d been at the center of his eye for so long crumbled before him. Every bit of it was so perfect, the desperation leading up to the release was immaculate and tantalizing, the actual wetting was so perfectly hot, Akechi’s reaction and embarrassment was so cute! He couldn’t have hoped for anything better - it was all he’d ever dreamed of. And he couldn’t even begin to describe how hot it was that his own controller had been soaked in the process. Something about that really did something for him. Akechi gulped, standing, as the last bits of urine dripped from his pants, his calves and knees completely soaked. “I-I’m very sorry for the mess. It looks like I got a bit excited during our competition and lost focus.” He gulped nervously. “Let’s just forget about the deal for now, I don’t know how I could possibly face you again after such a humiliating display.” He walked towards the stairs, legs still shivering a little. “No, no, hold on.” Ren spoke, struggling to actually speak a bit. There was a noticeable bulge in his crotch; he made no effort to hide it as he grabbed Akechi by the shoulder. “I didn’t invite you to my room just for a game.” Akechi turned his face towards Joker, confused, still blushing. “Why are you being so persistent with me? I tried to kill you, Ren. Can’t we just leave our bond in the past?” “That’s not what I want, Akechi.” He slid his hand down the detective’s arm and grasped the gloved hand. “I don’t care what happened in our past. And honestly, seeing you wet yourself was incredibly hot - nothing has changed; my desire to be with you has only grown.” The detective’s blush turned from one of shame, to one of love. “You don’t mean… how could you possibly feel that way after all of this? I’ve betrayed you so horribly, and now, I’ve made a complete mess of your room, and yet still, you want to be with me?” “I do.” Ren grabbed Akechi’s hand with both of his. “Well? Will you let me steal your heart, Goro Akechi?” The detective sighed… and smiled. “It seems it didn’t even take the entirety of the phantom thieves to change my heart, but rather, just one. Let’s see how this goes.” Ren smiled wide, heart fluttering with joy, as he secured his new relationship with the detective. “It seems our partnership is going to be much different from here on out.” “Indeed. But that doesn’t mean the competition ends.” Akechi smirked in a confident, cocky, and yet, lovingly gentle way. “Don’t fall behind, alright?” Ren held the detective’s hand tighter. “As long as you’re by my side, I could never.” The two of them chuckled a bit; it seemed neither had quite lost the core of their relationship as a thief and a detective, despite taking it from friendship to romance. “Anyway, more importantly…” He moved his hand down to Akechi’s pants, gently rubbing his crotch, making the detective blush as ren felt that piss-soaked material. “How about we get you out of these clothes~? I’m sure I can find you something more comfortable, as long as I can help you clean up a bit~” Akechi chuckled. “My, my, perhaps I’m the one who should be worried about falling behind.” He undid his belt buckle. “But, well, I can’t say I mind.” And the two of them spent that night together… and things got even steamier than they were during Akechi’s accident. Truly, today was only the beginning; they had an interesting road ahead of them. Their rivalry and love would mix together to create something entirely new and unique… and the event that started it there, with Akechi wetting himself, would be the catalyst for many more wettings to follow. -------- Enjoyed the story? Consider supporting me on Patreon! Become a Patron, and you’ll get access to a bunch of other Patreon-exclusive kinky stories I’ve written - there’s a new one every week! This is the best way to support me if you enjoy my work! https://www.patreon.com/kitokito1?fan_landing=true This is my job, so even just a single $5 pledge is a huge help in making it so I can write more!!
  5. Commission for a wonderful customer over on my Tumblr (squirmymochi)! I will soon make a commissions post here, but for now you can find that info on my Tumblr, as well as headcanons and drabbles/scenarios. -- also on Ao3 -- Syo has been shifting in his seat every few minutes for the past forty-five minutes, his movements becoming less subtle and more frequent as STARISH’s meeting has drawn on, and if Natsuki is being one hundred percent honest, it’s making it pretty hard to focus on whatever they’re supposed to be talking about. It’s not that he’s not interested in what Haruka and the others are saying, or excited for their next project. Of course he’s excited! It’s just--how is he supposed to help his group mates pick a release date for their next album when he can tell Syo is so clearly itching for another kind of release? Natsuki has known Syo since they were kids, so of course he’s picked up on all of Syo’s mannerisms. But even without that kind of knowledge, it doesn’t take a genius to tell that Syo is suffering from an uncomfortably full bladder, and has been for the better part of an hour. His friend’s arms are braced against his knees, hands balled into fists against his legs, back and shoulders stiff with tension. He’s got his lip caught between his teeth and he’s burning a hole into the table in front of him with his eyes--Natsuki isn’t even sure if he’s blinking anymore. “Well, that wraps up today’s meeting!” Haruka announces brightly, clapping her hands together. The noise seems to startle Syo--he starts in his seat, letting out a quiet gasp that only Natsuki seems to hear. “Good job today, everyone. Go rest up for practice tomorrow, and I’ll see you all in the morning!” Natsuki smiles and waves goodbye at the other members as they stand and make their way towards the door, while Syo stays tensed in his seat beside him. He makes no move to get up until everyone else has left the room, and even then he sits still, jaw clenched. “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says, touching his boyfriend’s shoulder gently. “Don’t you want to get up?” Syo flinches away ever so slightly, but Natsuki doesn’t take personal offense to it. “It’s not gonna get easier if you just sit there,” he chides, standing himself and offering Syo a hand. “Come on, don’t you want to get to the bathrooms before they’re locked up for the night?” At that, Syo’s head snaps up, and he fixes Natsuki with a glare. “I-I don’t need to go to the bathroom!” he protests, his face reddening. “I’m fine!” Ah, so he’s being stubborn, Natsuki thinks, a small smile gracing his lips. Syo shifts in place for a few seconds before continuing, “Besides… The meeting ran late. The toilets are already locked.” Natsuki glances up at the clock, and sure enough, the meeting had gone on a bit longer than usual. He’d been distracted by the way Syo had been moving his hips, lifting his ass off the seat for barely a second at a time before letting it fall back down again, and hadn’t paid much attention to the time. “Well, we should get back to the dorms then,” he reasons, wiggling his fingers at Syo invitingly. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll cook you dinner when we arrive.” He’s expecting a jab at his cooking skills, but Syo barely even seems to register the comment. With a hiss, he pushes himself into an upright position, ignoring Natsuki’s hand and bracing himself against the table as gravity takes its toll on his bladder. His legs twist into each other, knees knocking and thighs squishing together as he rocks his hips from side to side, doing his best to hide his (very clear) need as he fights to get it under control. Natsuki’s eyes lock onto the movement until he catches himself, looking to the side guiltily until the rustling of Syo’s clothes subsides. “Ready to go home now, Syo-chan?” he asks gently, looking pointedly at Syo’s face rather than his body. Syo nods tersely, turning around and stalking towards the door stiff-legged, not quite able to hide the wobble of his steps or the flush on his cheeks. It’s unfairly cute, and Natsuki can’t even enjoy it because he knows Syo is suffering. He jogs to catch up, falling into step with Syo in the hallway as they make their way towards the dorms. It’s a good twenty minute walk, and with the way Syo is behaving Natsuki isn’t sure they’ll make it all the way before- His face heats up at the thought, and he looks to the side guiltily, glad that Syo is too distracted by his own body to notice the flush on Natsuki’s face. He remembers once, when they were kids, Syo had gotten desperate on a long car ride home from a waterpark. Their parents had asked them over and over again if they needed to stop at a rest station, but Natsuki truly hadn’t needed to go and Syo had refused to admit his need even when Natsuki caught him with his hand between his legs. He’s pretty sure Syo made it home that day, but his pride had almost caused him to wet himself minutes away from relief. Hopefully it doesn’t come to that point today--it would be unpleasant for both of them, and Syo’s pride would probably take weeks to recover from a hit like that. “Hurry up, Natsuki,” Syo snaps, and only then does Natsuki realize he’d slowed to a stop in the middle of the path. He shakes his head once, picking up the pace to catch up with his boyfriend. Syo had paused to wait for him, but he can’t stay still for long--he’s shifting in place, putting his weight on one foot, then the other. His hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is flushed and scrunched in concentration. Natsuki can’t help but note how utterly cute he looks, though he feels a bit bad about thinking that way while Syo is in distress. (It doesn’t make it any less true, though.) “Come on, Syo-chan,” Natsuki says when he reaches him, brushing a hand along Syo’s lower back to guide him forward. “You don’t want to wait any longer than you have to, do you?” Syo’s cheeks heat up even further, going an adorable shade of red, and he flinches away from Natsuki’s touch moodily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, practically turning his nose up at the thought. “I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” “Of course, Syo-chan,” Natsuki agrees, indulging in Syo’s desire to appear normal. “Well, let’s go home so you can rest up.” Syo grunts in agreement, his jaw tightening as he starts walking again. He’s even stiffer than he had been before, and his hand keeps twitching at his side like it’s just itching to bury itself in his crotch, with or without his permission. Natsuki does a mental tally of everything he’d watched Syo consume over the last few hours. There was a whole bottle of water spread throughout the day, with a refill at lunch, not to mention the milk Natsuki had bought him right before the meeting which had been downed almost instantly. (Syo and his dairy products--he really should have expected as much.) That has to be at least sixteen to twenty ounces throughout the whole day, and now that he’s thinking about it, Natsuki is pretty sure he’d only seen Syo head to the bathroom once, during lunch. That explains why he’s so temperamental, and so eager to get back to the dorms--Syo has never had much in terms of bladder capacity, and if Natsuki had drank the same amount he had and only pissed once since, he would probably be feeling the effects of all that liquid too. The thought is oddly exciting to him, but he tamps those feelings down--even though it’s a little bit harder to do now that Syo is making that I’m desperate but doing my best to hide it face in front of him, brows pinched and lip drawn between his teeth. Little beads of sweat have sprung up on his forehead as he shuffles along, even though it’s not hot at all outside. His breath is coming in short puffs, like he’s taking five in the middle of dance training, but Natsuki knows it’s not just the walk that’s leaving him short on air. “Let me know if you need to take a break, Syo-chan,” he says, doing his best to sound comforting. “We can always stop somewhere, if you’d like to sit down for a minute.” “I’m fine,” Syo insists, but his voice wavers in the middle, dangerously close to breaking. “Stop worrying about me, already.” Fat chance of that, Natsuki thinks to himself, eyes roaming the campus. They’re still a good ten minutes away from their dorm, maybe fifteen if they keep moving at a snail’s pace. His eyes catch on a deserted corner of the campus, a bit of an alley where students usually go to smoke or hook up. At this time of day, most of those illicit activities are probably being done elsewhere, and with that thought in mind, the suggestion spills past his lips before he can stop it. “There’s a secluded area back there,” he tells Syo, who turns to look at him with Obviously I know that written across his face. “If you’d like, we can make a--er, a pitstop on the way back to the dorms…” The flush that had previously faded from Syo’s cheeks and ears comes back with a fierce vengeance, turning his whole face into a cherry red (and extremely cute) mess. “Wh-What are you talking about?!” Syo exclaims, glaring through the embarrassment. “A p-pitstop? Why would I need to even- Ugh! And even if there was something that was making me uncomfortable, of course I wouldn’t go- I mean, take care of it in an alley of all places!” “I just thought-” Natsuki tries, holding his hands up in defense, but Syo doesn’t seem to want to listen. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Natsuki,” he snaps, turning around and continuing to stalk towards the dorms. “I can take care of myself. And I certainly would never- in an alley of all places! Why would you even think of such a thing, idiot?” His words would sting, but the way his knees bend into each other on each step and the sway of his hips as he moves kind of take the bite out of everything he says. It seems like all of Natsuki’s suggestions are just stalling Syo from getting to the bathroom he needs so terribly, so Natsuki takes the hint and shuts his mouth, glancing towards the alley one last time before he follows Syo towards their building. It isn’t long until they stop again, though this time it isn’t Natsuki’s fault. They’ve made it a good three minutes further into their journey, in complete silence so as to not inconvenience them further, when Syo suddenly gasps and freezes in place. Natsuki looks at him in alarm, just in time to see Syo’s hand dart towards and away from his crotch in the span of half a second. His legs snap together and he wiggles in place, face scrunched and teeth grit behind parted lips, as he struggles to overcome what appears to be an intense wave of desperation. “Haah… ahh…” he pants, his voice breathy and fluttering. It sounds almost forbidden, like the sigh of an actor in an erotic film, only this time it’s Syo making those noises instead of some stranger. The noises go straight to Natsuki’s own crotch, and he’s suddenly glad there’s no one around to see either one of their struggles. He takes a step forward, reaching out to push the hair that’s plastered to Syo’s forehead away from his eyes. “You can do it, Syo-chan,” he says gently, stroking Syo’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “You’re doing so, so well for me. Just ten minutes more, and then you can go, okay?” “Ah… I…” Syo turns away from Natsuki’s touch, embarrassed, as Natsuki watches him press the heel of his hand to his crotch for a couple of seconds. It’s not a full-on grab, but anyone who saw it would most likely be able to tell what’s going on. (Either they’d realize he has to pee, or they’d think he’s getting himself off, but Natsuki is pretty sure nobody would believe Syo would do that, even with a gun to his head.) He keeps brushing Syo’s hair away from his face as Syo slowly gains control over himself, until at last he removes his hand from his groin and straightens up again. (Well, as much as he can straighten up while nursing a bladder full of piss. He refuses to look Natsuki in the eyes, shame coloring his face, but he doesn’t snap at Natsuki to leave him alone, either. “Let’s hurry,” he says, his voice wavering. Natsuki nods understandingly, letting his hand slip against Syo’s lower back once again as they continue their journey. He tries to keep it together on the outside, for his boyfriend’s sake, but on the inside he’s a mess of conflict and confusion. He wants Syo to make it more than anything--wants him to be comfortable again, to avoid embarrassment and humiliation. But every time Syo bumps his hip against Natsuki’s in an attempt to squirm subtly, every time he lets out a soft grunt or pant or, god forbid, high-pitched whine, Natsuki gets more and more… excited, in ways he definitely shouldn’t be. He shouldn’t be enjoying Syo’s suffering, and yet here he is, with a half-hard cock and an aftertaste of guilt on his tongue. He watches Syo clamp his thighs together, raising one foot off the ground slightly and bending his leg inwards until it’s almost across the other, and it sends another spark of arousal through him. God, he thinks, this version of Syo is too cute to be legal. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, jerking to a halt as his hands fly to his crotch. It’s a full on grab this time, his fingers wrapped around his dick through his crisp white pants, and Natsuki is pretty sure that Syo had just leaked, even if it isn’t visible yet. He’s also fairly sure that Syo had said his name on reflex and probably hadn’t even realized it, which is both endearing and hot at the same time. “You’re so wonderful, Syo-chan,” Natsuki tells him, because he doesn’t know what else to say. He could always suggest they go back to the alley, but it’s probably too far away to be of any help anyway, and besides, Syo probably hasn’t warmed up to the idea of public urination in the last few minutes. (Then again, maybe the pressure in his bladder has gotten so bad that he’s willing to let loose anywhere just to gain some relief.) “Natsuki,” Syo says again, turning his head to the side to meet Natsuki’s gaze. His eyes are shining with wetness, desperate in more ways than one, and Natsuki can barely stand to look at him like this. He leans down to press a kiss to Syo’s temple, reaching over to pull the hat off of Syo’s head before it can fall to the ground. “You’re amazing, love,” he tells him reassuringly. “So strong. I know you have to go, even though you won’t admit it.” “Nngh… I…” “Just bear it for a little bit longer,” Natsuki promises him, glancing up towards their building. They’re maybe seven minutes away at most, but they’re slowing down the closer they get and Syo keeps stopping in his tracks to shift in place. He hasn’t moved since he first grabbed at his dick, though he’s trembling beneath Natsuki’s hand. “I… ah… I don’t k-know if I can-” “Of course you can,” Natsuki says softly. “You’re Kusuru Syo! You can do anything you set your mind to.” He kisses Syo’s temple once again, rubbing his shoulder gently before pulling away. “Come on, now,” he prompts, taking a step towards the dorm. “You don’t want to do that kind of thing out here. Anyone could see you, you know.” It’s that thought that seems to motivate Syo to move again. He manages to pull one of his hands away from his cock, though the other remains locked firmly around the base, and winces as he takes a step forward. “Ah,” he moans quietly, a bead of sweat dripping off the tip of his nose--and maybe that’s not the only thing that’s dripping, if the teeny tiny wet patch on the front of his pants is any indication. (God, even that’s cute. Natsuki is seriously fucked up.) “Five more minutes,” he says, with no way of knowing if it’s true or not. Sure, they’re only a few minutes away from the building, but after that it’s a matter of getting to the elevators, and then down the hall, and that’s not even taking into account the chance of bumping into one of their classmates on the way there. Natsuki isn’t sure Syo can handle letting go of his crotch at this point, but he’d probably die of humiliation if anyone saw him like this. “Ungh…” Syo takes another shaky step towards the building, practically folded in half at this point. Natsuki wishes he could do something to help, provide Syo with some privacy or a receptacle to let a little bit out in, or even just loosen his belt or unbutton his pants. He knows how much Syo likes his clothes to fit well, but that tailored waistband must be hell on his tortured, overfilled bladder right about now, especially with the pose he’s in. Despite the fact that they seem to be fighting a losing battle, neither boy gives in. Syo takes a couple more seconds to compose himself as much as he can before he lets Natsuki guide him towards their dorm building, one hand squeezing his cock for dear life and the other clutching onto Natsuki’s arm like a lifeline. They’re moving at a snail’s pace, hobbling along like they’ve sprained both their ankles, but even the smallest of steps is taking them closer to relief, which is a comforting thought. Natsuki keeps glancing back and forth between the building and his boyfriend--Syo’s face is set in determination, even with sweat dripping off his brow and his cheeks colored bright red and his lip drawn between his teeth. He looks so utterly cute, Natsuki can barely stand to look away, but he knows he needs to keep them moving before it’s too late. “A-Ahh,” Syo grunts, his grip on Natsuki’s arm tightening along with the grip on his dick. “No… no, unh…” He wiggles frantically in place, his breath coming in short huffs as he fights to hold back the flood for just a few minutes more. They’re right outside of the building now--all that’s left is to get up the elevator and down the hallway, but they might be past the point of making it to their room. Natsuki watches, wide-eyed and blushing, as a small wet patch appears on the crotch of Syo’s pants, his cock springing to attention once again. God, he should not be so turned on by his childhood best friend almost having an accident, but something about the way Syo keeps squirming, combined with the grip on his penis and the frankly erotic sounds he’s making, keep Natsuki absolutely captivated. “Natsuki,” Syo gasps, snapping Natsuki out of his heated trance. He shakes his head once, then draws himself to Syo’s side, taking ahold of his shoulders and rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs. Syo seems to have cut off the leak, but he’s shaking even more violently than before now, and he looks like he might truly explode from the pressure. “We’re almost there,” Natsuki tells him, slipping as much care and confidence into his voice as he can. “You’re so amazing, Syo-chan, coming this far. You’ve had to go for ages, haven’t you?” “D-Don’t… say such, ahh, such embarrassing th-things,” Syo moans, his voice shaking. “Please, j-just help me.” Natsuki nods, circling an arm around Syo’s shoulders and gently pushing him forward as Syo’s free hand joins the other one buried in his crotch. He can feel the heat of Natsuki’s skin radiating through the fabric of his jacket--he really is burning up. “Look, we made it inside,” Natsuki says, trying his best to distract Syo from the unbearable pressure inside his bladder. “It’s a little warm in here, but that’s good. You’re so close, Syo. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll feel so much better, I promise.” He’s lost count of the amount of times he’s promised just a few more minutes, but he doesn’t know what else to say. At the very least, it’s true--they’re already inching along towards the elevator, and Natsuki finally thinks to reach around to bag to pull out their room card. There’s no way Syo will be able to let go of his crotch at this point, and even if he could his hands would probably shake too bad to be able to unlock their door. He also takes it upon himself to press the button to call the elevator, then returns to Syo’s side, whispering comforting things into his hair as Syo shakes and squirms crazily. One of his legs is lifted off the ground and hooked around the other one, trying to squeeze as tight as it can so not a drop more of piss is able to escape. Despite this, the wet patch on the front of his pants seems to have grown a bit, now spanning a diameter of a few inches, the fabric tellingly dark and shiny. At last, the elevator arrives, and Natsuki ushers Syo inside before anyone else sees them. Their room is only a couple of floors up, but every second is counting against them at this point. Syo outright moans when the elevator lurches into movement, and Natsuki can hear a soft hiss coming from his body for a couple of seconds. Syo’s hips jerk erratically, and he keeps making soft, breathy sighs and gasps, unable to keep himself quiet anymore. Natsuki doesn’t think he’s ever seen his boyfriend so desperate for anything before. When the elevator comes to a stop, Natsuki waits with baited breath for the doors to slide open. “Let’s hurry,” he says, grabbing Syo’s arm and pulling him out of the little box--but two steps into the hallway, Syo freezes. “Syo-chan?” Natsuki turns around to look at his friend, but Syo doesn’t meet his gaze. His whole body is bent in half, a stream of wetness slowly but surely trailing its way down his legs at a pace that must be both humiliating and painful. “No, no, no no no,” Syo is crying, his whole body trembling with the effort to cut off the flow, but Natsuki can tell that it’s no use. They’re only about fifteen feet away from their dorm, but Syo has been holding it in so long, he probably can’t wait another second for relief. “Syo-chan,” Natsuki says quietly, stepping forward and reaching out to touch Syo’s shoulder. Syo flinches away once again, then cries out as another gush of pee shoots out of him. “It’s okay,” Natsuki tells him, trying again. His hand lands on the nape of Syo’s neck, brushing the sweaty skin there, and he bends down to press a kiss against the top of Syo’s head. “I d-don’t, haah, want to-” Syo is whimpering, even as disjointed gushes of urine spurt out from between his fingers. “I know you don’t,” Natsuki says softly, “but you can’t hold it in anymore. You’re going to hurt yourself.” “Natsuki,” Syo sniffles. Natsuki gets down on his knees, craning his neck to look his boyfriend in the eyes. “You did amazing, Syo-chan,” he tells him, reaching up to brush a stray tear from Syo’s cheek. “You held in there for so long, even when you were bursting to go. Come on, Syo-chan, you’ll feel so much better when you let go.” “I- nngh, ahh…” Syo gasps, and that seems to be the end of his self-control. A surge of urine splashes onto the floor, gushing out of Syo like a faucet and completely soaking the inner legs of his pants until they turn a dark gray color. Natsuki has to reach up to support him as he finally lets go, his legs going weak and body tipping forward from exhaustion. “Ah… Haah, ohh…” Syo moans, eyes fluttering shut and face going slack as he continues to empty himself. Natsuki watches with fascination as a puddle forms under them, soaking into his own pants where his knees meet the floor, and continuing to spread in a large circle throughout the dorm hallway. Holy shit, he thinks, feeling his arousal flare up again. He really was holding an ocean in, wasn’t he? He looks back up at Syo’s face and finds himself transfixed. If he thought Syo looked cute when he was squirming around with need, it’s nothing compared to the utter hotness of him finally getting relief after hours of holding back the flood. Syo looks orgasmic, his long lashes flared out across his cheeks and his mouth dropped open with relief. They sit there for almost a minute while Syo relieves himself, and only when the stream has finally pittered to a halt does Natsuki find it in himself to stand up. Syo’s eyes flutter open--he seems almost dazed for a second, before he looks down at himself and immediately looks horrified. “I- I didn’t-” he trails off, mouth opening and closing uselessly. His eyes are shiny with embarrassment, and he looks like he actually might be able to cry over this, which Natsuki absolutely can not allow. He reaches over and pulls Syo into his chest, one arm circling his waist and the other reaching up to bury his hand in Syo’s hair. “You’re wonderful, Syo-chan,” he says once again, fervent. “You tried your best, and you did so well. You really are the most amazing person I know.” “I’m not amazing,” Syo argues weakly. “I was… I was so close, and I almost- but now I’m all wet, and I’m getting you wet, and-” “Shh,” Natsuki whispers. “You’re beautiful. You fought so hard, Syo. But nobody can hold it forever, right? Besides, you did so much better than I would have if our roles were switched.” “But I-” “It doesn’t matter,” Natsuki tells him. “As far as I’m concerned, you made it, okay? You did it. You’re perfect, Syo-chan.” “Natsuki…” Syo sounds tearful, but he only pulls away a little bit, to press his cheek against Natsuki’s. “I’m sorry…” “Don’t be sorry,” Natsuki says. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, okay? I’ll help you clean up, and then we can cuddle and watch TV together. Don’t worry about a thing, you hear me?” Syo sniffs once, then pulls away again and wipes at his face with his sleeve. “Okay,” he agrees, which really is a sign of how tired he is. “Of course,” Natsuki says, then smiles as wide as he can. “Now go take a shower and get changed, okay? I’ll deal with the mess out here.” Syo looks like he wants to argue, but one stern look from Natsuki has him retreating towards their dorm. “I’ll do the laundry, okay?” he says instead. “If you touch the hamper, I’ll get mad.” “You got it,” Natsuki agrees with a thumbs up. Syo hesitates, then nods once, turning towards their dorm once again. “And… thank you, Natsuki,” he adds before disappearing inside their room. Natsuki smiles to himself, watching the door until it clicks shut behind him. “Of course,” he says to the empty hallway. “Anytime.”
  6. A/N: Written for omorashi day of Kinktober! Benimaru has to piss. Truth be told, he’s not even sure how long he has had to at this point, only aware of the fact that it’s getting way past the point of simply being irritating, and starting to move into the territory of being urgent. He hates that he often finds himself in situations like this, and does everything he can to avoid them, whenever that is possible. Unfortunately, it’s often not possible to avoid completely, and he often finds himself hurrying to the bathroom at what feels like the last possible second, bladder aching from how long he has been forced to hold on. He has never actually been pushed to his limits, though, and he’d like to think that’s because he’s got a hell of a lot of endurance. It wouldn’t do for someone with his reputation for strength to have such a weak bladder, after all, and he knows that training that sort of thing just comes with the territory of training in general. In that way, it is rather discouraging that he still finds himself struggling with desperation on busy days, but he can’t help it when he has a million and one things to do, and no one will leave him the hell alone long enough to take a break. Which, of course, he could always just tell them that he’s going to take a piss, be right back. That would be easy enough, and the majority of the people he spends his time with make their excuses just like that all the time. It really makes no sense for him to be so damn shy about it, but he is. That is how he has found himself in this position once again, after a hectic day of dealing with putting another old friend to rest, and the aftermath of that festival, where he can’t seem to catch a break no matter what he does. The fight went on way longer than it should have, possibly because he already had to piss before it even started, and that threw him off, but he knows that’s no excuse to get sloppy. Now, he’s been helping fix things up, always with someone working at his side, chatting away, and he can never bring himself to try and take his leave. He’s getting really frustrated, barely able to hold still, and even when he is able to leave one project for another, there are always those stopping him on the way, making it hard for him to slip off. Everyone wants to talk to him, giving him things and thanking him and inviting him places. That’s how it is every day of his life and he’s more than used to it, even if he doesn’t get why they all adore him so much. It just becomes a huge pain in the ass when he needs to pee, and perhaps that is part of the reason he does not want to let onto that little weakness, even if it’s one that everyone has. He doesn’t think he deserves his position or all of this respect, and he feels like he would be making a fool of himself by showing that he, just like everyone else, has that sort of need. As irrational as it is, he still can’t shake that thought, and can’t rid himself of that anxiety. All day long, he’s run ragged, the throbbing in his bladder putting him in a worse and worse mood. No one ever seems to notice when he’s more short with them than normal, never put off by any irritation because that’s just how he is. But all the while, he is struggling with the tortuous throbbing of his bladder, never able to stand still for long, yet struggling with each step, worried that he’s going to leak. Again. The fact that he’s leaked at all is humiliating enough, and now, he’s starting to worry that he really might get pushed past his limits. No matter what, he can’t let that happen; that would surely be enough to ruin him, far worse than simply taking a break, not stopping when someone calls out to him. He knows that, and still he can’t bring himself to just do it. His hands tremble at his sides, and Benimaru, for all his strength and supposed charisma, has no idea what he’s supposed to do. “Just the man I was looking for!” He wants to groan when he hears that, but stifles it when he sees that it’s Konro. If anyone would be able to pick up on a subtle shift like that, it’s the man who had a hand in bringing him up. And, if there’s anyone Benimaru wants to look strong in front of, it’s Konro, and not just because he wants to make his former teacher proud. No, it goes a lot deeper than that, and he really hates to think about that, not sure what he’s supposed to do with those feelings. To make a long story short, he wants to avoid Konro now more than anyone else, and forces himself to keep his composure. “What do you need?” he asks, glad that he can at least keep the strain out of his voice. “Nothing much, just come with me really quick,” Konro replies, throwing an arm around him to start to guide him away. He’s being uncharacteristically boisterous, but Benimaru doesn’t have much of a chance to question that. The slight jostling as Konro moves him along makes him spring another leak, and he winces, praying that Konro doesn’t notice. “Where, exactly, are you taking me?” Konro lowers his voice, only audible to Benimaru, as he says, “Somewhere where you can get a little privacy. Honestly, Waka, you’ve got to stop pushing yourself like that.” He can feel his face turning red, the heat of his humiliation hitting him all at once. Konro can tell? He’s been able to tell before? He knows how bad Benimaru is struggling right now, and knows that it’s a struggle more often than he would ever want to admit? “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” he mumbles, not even able to make his lie sound convincing. “Just shut up and stop being so damn stubborn. If there’s one thing I wish you hadn’t picked up from him…” Konro mumbles, shaking his head. “I know you’ve got this image you feel like you need to protect, but I don’t think anyone’s going to have that shattered if they find out their destroyer goes to the bathroom like everyone else.” “Would you keep your voice down?!” he snaps, before biting his lip. Things just keep getting more and more embarrassing for him, and the bathroom still seems so far away. How could he have let this happen? “You think this rowdy bunch can hear me over their own mouths? Don’t worry,” he reassures him. Dropping his voice once again, he adds, “You’re gonna be okay. I didn’t mean to sound so harsh, just…I worry about you. I wasn’t saying anything before because I didn’t want to embarrass you, but today it didn’t seem like it was going to end, and I know you’d rather be embarrassed with me than anyone else.” Benimaru isn’t sure if that’s true or not. All he can bring himself to say is, “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it. Come on, we’re almost there.” They’re almost there, alright, but he isn’t sure if he can take much more of this. He keeps briefly losing control, barely able to regain it, and soon, he’s going to start showing evidence of that. Fortunately, they’re moving inside the guardhouse now, completely empty since everyone is taking part in the construction efforts outside. Unfortunately, Konro has not let go of him, still leading him along, increasing his humiliation more by the second. “I’m sorry, I just…I just…” He can’t help it anymore, he has to let a hand drop down between his legs. Though he would like to say he can’t remember the last time he was pushed to this point, that he must have been a very small child, he knows that he often finds himself resorting to this when the bathroom door shuts behind him, just to take the last few steps towards relief without losing out at the last second. The fact that he’s already doing this and is not even in the bathroom yet is no more lost on him than the fact that Konro is watching him. “It’s alright, you’re almost there.” To make matters worse, he’s speaking to him like a little kid, urging him on with a gentle, comforting voice. Benimaru would seriously rather be anywhere but here, preferably just dead so that he could forever escape this humiliation. He isn’t sure how he will live this down, how he will make Konro forget it, but as long as he can make it- He doesn’t. All at once, he has to stop, even though he urges himself to keep going. All at once, he can feel that last bit of control slip, and then it’s all over for him. No matter what he does, he can’t stop the sudden surge of hot piss, feeling like it explodes out of him, the force is so great. After so many slight spurts, it is clear that those were nothing compared to this, and before he can take another step forward, he has lost control completely, slumping forward, frozen in disbelief as he fully pisses himself, with Konro’s arm still over his shoulders. “Beni?” By the time Konro processes what is happening, a puddle is already growing at their feet. Benimaru’s shoulders begin to shake, because of course he has to add insult to injury, of course he has to make himself look even more like a helpless child. “Hey, are you crying?” “What the hell do you think?!” he snaps, his voice breaking. Only now does his stream finally slow to a stop, the damage already done, the evidence in the massive stain on his pants and the puddle on the floor. “Just…just leave me alone, let me handle this! I’m not some helpless kid, so I can…I can handle it alone…” “Whoa there, who said anything about you being a helpless kid?” Konro takes on a stern tone, moving so that Benimaru is directly in front of him, forcing him to look up at him. “This didn’t happen because you’re some helpless kid, Waka. Far from it. I think you might be a stubborn idiot, and I might be a little mad you’d push yourself this far over trying to look tough for everyone, but more than that, I’m just worried about you. That’s why I wanted to help you and try and prevent this, and, no, I’m not going to leave you alone when you clearly don’t need that.” “But I…but I…” He’s never been good at figuring out what to say to one of Konro’s lectures. All he can do is hang his head, and when he does, Konro claps a hand on his shoulder. “You’re still tougher than anyone I know. This doesn’t change that. And, hey, at least it’s just the two of us in here, right? You know your secrets are always safe with me,” he says. Though it isn’t much comfort to Benimaru, he has to admit that it is better to share this secret with Konro, if it has to be someone. Still, if he could choose, he would choose to have no one know about this. He would choose to take this to his grave. “It’s…it’s never happened before, and I’m going to make sure it never happens again,” is all he can bring himself to say, painfully aware of how stupid it sounds after it’s already out. “So you don’t have to worry about me.” “I’m always gonna worry about something, but alright, I’ll hold you to that. But just know, even if you can’t bring yourself to take those breaks in front of the others, you don’t ever have to hide it from me, and if you need help with an excuse, just give me a look. I’ll help you out,” Konro promises. Though he hopes it never comes to that again, Benimaru feels a bit better knowing that he can count on Konro for that. He still feels humiliated, and knows he might not ever be able to fully recover from this blow to his ego, but Konro’s comfort has done a lot to help him. That being said, that does make things worse in a way, because it only further strengthens his feelings, even though he’s sure this has set him back in terms of making any real progress there. “You go get changed and I’ll get this cleaned up before anyone comes in here,” Konro says, and Benimaru nods, turning to head off. Just before he leaves, though, the older man chuckles and speaks up again. “But I wouldn’t say it’s never happened before. I remember this one time when you were a kid-” “Shut the hell up, old man!” - If you're interested in my writing updates, please join my discord server! https://discord.gg/xUrPXDH I stream here, and the chat is locked when there isn't a stream going on, so for the most part, it's only posts that are updates from me
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