The night had been going well. Shuuichi left dinner with Kokichi at his side, and they headed to his room. It was the first time that had happened in a while—he’d been staying in Kokichi’s room while his mattress aired out, though to anyone who asked, they just liked staying together. It resulted in many sly insinuations that made Shuuichi want to crawl in a hole, but he’d rather hear that then have everyone know about Kokichi’s accident, so he put up with it.

Now he’d finally gotten his bed back to a usable state, and he had something he wished to ask Kokichi.

“Ouma,” he began as he let Kokichi enter first, shutting the door behind them, “I hope I’m not overstepping any boundaries, but I have a request.”

A request he’d had to keep telling himself he could ask. It was fine. The worst that would happen would be for Kokichi to say no. They wouldn’t break up over something so silly.

“What is it?” Kokichi kicked off his shoes and hopped up on Shuuichi’s bed without a care. Then, upon hearing the crinkle as he hit the mattress, he sat up and glared. “Actually, Saihara, what is this?”

“…A plastic sheet.” Kokichi’s frown made Shuuichi wonder if maybe he’d been wrong after all. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. “It’s not what you think! I didn’t put it on my bed because I thought you might, um, have an accident. You were fine all those night we spent in your room, right?”

“Right.” Kokichi seemed to calm down a little at that, looking a little more curious now. “Then what’s it for? Don’t tell me that gave you some weird pee fetish or something.”

Shuuichi wasn’t sure he ever felt as embarrassed in his entire life as he did in that moment.

“A-Actually, I think… I might?” For many long moments, the two stared at each other, neither saying a word. Then, Kokichi burst into laughter. “Ouma! Please, this was very hard for me to admit! I won’t ever bring it up again if you’re opposed, but I’ve been thinking about that night a lot, and I’d never felt like that before. It was… very enjoyable.”

“Sorry, sorry!” Kokichi did not, in fact, seem very sorry as he wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. “I just didn’t expect my beloved Saihara to admit to that so easily! You must have gotten really turned on to be so upfront about it!”

“I… I was.” God, how many times had he thought about it when he and Kokichi had been intimate? Every single one? Still, there were some things he just couldn’t bring himself to admit, and thinking about his boyfriend repissing his wet clothes in Shuuichi’s own lap every single time they started making out was one of them. “Ouma… I really want to try… something. Anything you’re comfortable with. Or nothing if you aren’t! Please don’t think you have to just because I—”

“Shuuichi.” Hearing Kokichi say with name with such intensity stopped Shuuichi’s anxious rambling in its tracks. Kokichi stared at him intently, his face betraying nothing… Then he giggled and grinned widely. “I don’t mind! What do you want to do? I’m sure you’ve been fantasizing, so tell me and we’ll do it!”

Shuuichi swallowed thickly, trying not to look as nervous as he felt. Here he was, given a pass to do whatever he wished with Kokichi, and it was too much. Dozens of fantasies had run through his head—how could he pick one on the spot? Admit that was what he wanted? How could he possibly tell Kokichi he wanted to—

“I want us to wet the bed together.” Kokichi’s face slowly lost its grin, and for a terrifying moment, Shuuichi thought Kokichi was upset. But then he leapt up off the bed and hastily put his shoes on before grabbing Shuuichi hand and leading him out of the room. “Ouma?”

“We need to get lots to drink if we want to really have to go by morning!” Shuuichi could do nothing but nod as he was pulled along. “Then we’re going to the kitchen!”

Part of him couldn’t believe that he was really going to do this. It was so dirty… But he could feel his cock stir in anticipation, and for once, he decided to listen to that head instead.

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When he cracked open his eyes, the digital clock told Shuuichi it was just past five in the morning. It was possible someone else could be up at that time, but not many. Kiibo, perhaps. Maybe Kaito. Shuuichi certainly didn’t want to be among them, but his aching bladder didn’t really care what he wanted. It wanted relief, now.

Shuuichi couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to pee so badly—he wasn’t one to hold it until the last moment. He moved to get out of bed, when he remembered why he was like that in the first place. His face flushed as he carefully felt the sheets, finding them dry. Kokichi hadn’t had an accident, but he knew they still wouldn’t be dry for very long.

“Ouma, wake up.” He turned on the lamp and gently shook Kokichi’s shoulder until his boyfriend awoke with a displeased groan.

“Shuuichi Saihara, there’d better be a good reason—” His mumbling cut off as he opened his eyes. Shuuichi flushed as Kokichi smirked, presumably because he couldn’t stop fidgeting. He had to pee so badly! “Does my beloved Saihara have to go?”

“Yes,” he admitted easily, too desperate to lie. It wouldn’t have helped anyway, not when it was so obvious. Especially as a wave of desperation hit him and he had to grab his crotch. Not yet, he thought, just a little longer. “Ouma, are you…?”

“Absolutely!” Kokichi giggled and threw back the blankets. “But I have a request!”

“Anything.” That was potentially a dangerous thing to say, but there was no denying that he trusted Kokichi more than anyone else did. “I’ll do my best to do whatever you’d like.”

“Excellent!” Kokichi clapped his hands together, an excited shine to his eyes. Shuuichi expected his request had to do with their bladders, so he was a bit taken aback when Kokichi quickly spit out his question. “Can we use our first names when we’re alone?”

Oh. That wasn’t what he’d expected at all. It made Shuuichi’s heart beat a little faster to think they’d gotten to that point in their relationship, but they had, hadn’t they? So he smiled as softly as he could manage despite how painful his situation was, not wanting Kokichi to have any doubts about his answer.

“Of course, Kokichi. That’s perfectly acceptable.”

Despite it being his idea, Kokichi seemed a little flustered. Kokichi trying to talk about his feelings was always so ridiculously adorable.

“So, how do you want to do this?” Shuuichi didn’t comment on his quick change of subject. He had no intentions of embarrassing Kokichi. “This is your fantasy, so you should get to choose!”

Now that they were back to the pressing matter at hand, Shuuichi felt the awkwardness creep up on him. Wasn’t it enough that this was all happening because of him? Couldn’t Kokichi just take it from there? But no, Kokichi was right. This was his fantasy, and surely Kokichi was taking pleasure just from the fact that he didn’t know what was going to happen. Shuuichi didn’t want to let him down.

…And truly, he had to pee far too much for his embarrassment to stop him.

“We should lie back down, and you can press against me so I can… feel it.”

Kokichi hummed thoughtfully and nodded, lying down. Shuuichi followed suit, anticipation coursing through him. He couldn’t remember having accidents as a child, and yet there he was, about to deliberately pee in his bed while still wearing his pajamas. It was exciting.

“Does Shuuichi want to watch?” He nodded, biting his bottom lip gently as he tried not to squirm too much. God, he wanted nothing more than to see Kokichi pee himself again. Okay, but don’t feel like you need to wait for me to finish if you really have to go. We don’t want your bladder to pop!”

Shuuichi wasn’t sure such a thing was possible, but he didn’t have time to worry about it—a warm damp spot was suddenly on his leg. Kokichi giggled and shot him a coy smile. That was all the warning he got before Kokichi let go completely, and a steady stream gushed onto him, wetting his thigh with hot piss straight from his boyfriend’s dick. He had all he could do to not lose it right there. Kokichi’s pee spread down his pant leg, making him grow partially erect despite his own desperate need.

“It feels so good,” Kokichi murmured, nuzzling his face against Shuuichi’s neck, laying a soft kiss there. “Does my beloved Shuuichi feel good too?”

Oh god, did he.

“Yes,” he groaned, his breath growing shallow as Kokichi finished with a relieved sigh. Shuuichi couldn’t stop himself from turning on his side, lining up their bodies so they were pressed flush together at the groin. Kokichi buried his face in Shuuichi shoulder and shivered as Shuuichi had no choice but to give in and let all of the piss in him come bursting out. “Oh Kokichi, it feels amazing.”

He brought his arms up and held Kokichi tightly, reveling in the sensation of peeing in such a foreign location. He’d never even really peed against trees in the woods, let alone in bed, positioned directly over his boyfriend’s cock. His boyfriend’s cock that was growing erect as he pissed against it.

“Shuuichi,” he whined, pressing their clothed cocks even closer together, “I hope you’re planning on taking responsibility for this!”

His bladder emptied at a quick rate, soaking them both and leaving them grinding against each other until he trickled to a stop. He shivered with relief as he finished, ignoring the wet sheets as he pulled away from Kokichi to hastily start shedding his clothing. Kokichi laid there for a moment, looking dazed, before he sat up and did the same. As he striped, Shuuichi took the opportunity to take in his boyfriend’s small, naked body, with all of that deliciously soft, pale skin. When they were both devoid of any barriers, their bodies melded back together, kissing and touching each other in a desperate fashion.

“Is this going to be a regular occurrence?” Kokichi asked as Shuuichi kissed his way down his chest. “Because I might have a few ideas for us to try too.”

Shuuichi moaned at the very thought of what Kokichi could come up with, and he pulled away from his boyfriend’s chest, only to scoot back and resume his trail of kisses up Kokichi’s inner thigh and around his erection. All the while, Kokichi whined for him to stop teasing. Shuuichi almost continued merely out of principle—Kokichi telling him not to tease, ha!—but he couldn’t deny that he wanted release just as badly as Kokichi did, so he quickly took Kokichi into his mouth before he could think about the drying piss on Kokichi’s skin.

Sure enough, it didn’t taste particularly pleasant, but Kokichi was flushed and panting and just so cute that he didn’t care.

He might not have been a pro at sucking cock like Kokichi was—he honestly didn’t think his boyfriend had a gag reflex—but he thought he’d gotten pretty good at it, especially if Kokichi turning into a moaning mess above him as any indication. He reached between his legs and pumped his own erection as he sucked off Kokichi. Every moan that left his boyfriend’s lips spurred him on, and he soon came onto the wet bed sheets, groaning loudly around Kokichi’s cock. Kokichi soon muttered out a warning, but Shuuichi ignored it, licking and sucking until Kokichi came in his mouth.

This time, rather than cry out Shuuichi’s name as he tended to do when he came, the words Shuuichi had longed to someday hear from Kokichi spilled from his lips. He hadn’t expected to hear them so soon, but he couldn’t deny how thrilled they made him. Kokichi—blushing more now than Shuuichi had ever seen him before—flung a hand to his mouth as he realized what he’d just said.

“Ah, Shuuichi, I…”

Shuuichi gave him a gentle smile, hoping it would ease his nerves. They were stuck in this strange prison school for who knew how long, they’d been dating for a while, having sex, were on a first name basis… Who was going to judge them for putting a name to their feelings? Well, many people perhaps, but Shuuichi didn’t really care what they thought.

“I love you too,” he replied softly, resolutely. “I’m very happy we feel the same, Kokichi.”

Kokichi looked as if he was ready to run back to his room and hide, but he took a deep breath and seemed to calm down a bit, offering Shuuichi a tentative smile of his own as he replied, “You know, I wasn’t planning on falling in love.” Shuuichi hadn’t either, certainly not, but he didn’t interrupt. “You just keep defying all my expectations, and I can never read you like I can with everyone else, so you never bore me. I guess I… I really do love you.”

Hearing it again, while Kokichi wasn’t caught up in the moment of his climax, filled Shuuichi with a pleasant warmth. Kokichi was as hesitant with emotional intimacy as he was with the physical kind, but they were both steadily breaking down their barriers, together. Shuuichi sat up and tugged Kokichi close, holding him tightly and placing a kiss to the top of his head.

They stayed like that for a while—by that point, surely there were at least a few early risers up and about, so he didn’t see the point in going back to bed, especially with the mess they’d have to clean up first to do so. Even Kokichi didn’t look inclined to go back to sleep, and he was the one who always whined to stay in bed just a little bit longer. Besides, they had a lot to do—cleaning up, doing laundry, taking a shower… But Kokichi didn’t seem to be in a hurry to leave his arms, and that was okay too. They could stay like that for a little while longer.

“When we get out of this place, you’ll stay with me, won’t you? No matter what we might end up remembering?”

It was an odd question. One that made Shuuichi wonder if Kokichi knew something he didn’t. But he thought nothing serious of it. He trusted Kokichi. He loved Kokichi.

“Of course. I’ll stay with you for as long as you want me with you.” He felt Kokichi smile against his shoulder. “If you want me with you forever, then that’s what you’ll have.”

“I’ll hold you to that, okay?” He giggled quietly. Perhaps Shuuichi was hearing things, but it sounded a little more melancholic that usual. “I’ll end this terrible game, and we can be together, far away from everyone…”

Shuuichi didn’t reply—he didn’t think he was even expected to. He’d worry about Kokichi’s cryptic words later; for now, he was perfectly content right as he was, with Kokichi at his side.