Disgusting. He felt so disgusting and yet so happy at the same time. Happy to be disgusting, all the same, he wondered if he'd be happier not being in this situation at all. Though he knew it was a lie, that he enjoyed it.
He was always alone. He didn't know what it was like to not be alone, but he was sure it was superior to the suffering he went through on his own. He said he wouldn't wish his loneliness upon his worst enemy, though he was so lonely he didn't even have any enemies to not-wish-upon.
The only benefit he got from his unbearable loneliness was the sense of freedom he felt. He felt like nothing he did ever mattered, that no matter what he did no one would care, no one would judge him, because no one could be bothered to do so. At first, it made him feel isolated, abandoned, unwanted, but after a while, he began to like it. What other option did he have? He dyed his hair purple, and it spiked up. No one cared. Or, so he thought.
"Ngh- Saihara- wait-" He tried to form a sentence, though he was never really good at doing that. Saihara continued his fast-paced motions, despite Ouma's pleas, softly tugging on Ouma's hair. Saihara thought Ouma's begs were the cutest thing in the world, Ouma always begged. Although, the reason he was begging this time was a lot more lewd than usual.
Ouma was at his breaking point, his body was having a spasm. He wasn't mentally prepared for any of this. He knew his orgasm would hit hard, considering how good he felt without it. He was losing himself, he couldn't think straight, he could barely see. His thighs were shaking, trying to go against Saihara's hands, his back lifting from the bed. His face was a mess, he'd started crying. He looked like an absolute mess and Saihara loved it. He wanted to take a picture, and keep it for whenever he was alone.
"Fuck- aha... You're so cute~" Saihara said, he wasn't vocal during masturbation, so he assumed he wasn't vocal at all, however Ouma has a way of proving him wrong. Ouma was sweating, gasping, choking, god he was so cute, at least to Saihara. He was never going to forget Ouma's face.
"Sai-S-Saiiii~" Ouma's words mumbled on, usually you'd think he'd start yelling, but his voice was soft, begging cutely. Saihara came. He came right then and there, he couldn't take the cuteness of his own boyfriend. Due to Saihara cumming, Ouma came as well. Immediately after, Saihara pulled out, watching his semen slowly fall out. Ouma panted as he rolled onto his side.
"We should do this more often, Ouma." Saihara said, panting. "Mmm..." Ouma sighed, never feeling a heavier orgasm, not that he really masturbated to begin with. Saihara rubbed Ouma's head, then began putting on his clothes, dressing Ouma as well.
Saihara kissed Ouma as he laid down, wrapping his arms around Ouma's waist and pulling him in. "Mm..." Ouma let out a hum again, his body was very sensitive, knowing this, Saihara lightly played with one of Ouma's nipples. "Ahh- mmm," Ouma moaned, he was exhausted but he knew he liked it.
Saihara pulled on his boyfriends nipples one last time before actually heading to sleep, the tired yet mildly hard Ouma accepted that he wasn't getting round 2 and went to sleep.