Written for
this prompt.
In the beginning Hikaru had been ashamed. So ashamed that he nearly gave up on sex altogether.
His first partner had laughed at him. So had the second. Hikaru had given it one more shot where he did his best to hold back the embarrassing noises but that failed too; after it was over, he slunk out of the room, half-dressed, to the sound of peals of laughter. At that point he gave up and settled in for a life of masturbation in dark rooms, where only he could hear the noises he made. And he was...Well, not quite content, but satisfied.
To a point.
And then he met Pavel. Pavel with his pale skin and curls and wide-eyed innocence masking just what his awe-inspiring brain was capable of. Pavel, who made Hikaru want to risk his dignity just for one night where he had all of Pavel to himself. Eventually the desire grew so big, he risked it.
Pavel did laugh at him, but it was okay. And so there was a second time and then a third and then more, until eventually Hikaru stopped counting the number of times they had sex. Pavel laughed at him each time but it didn't hurt, didn't even sting. Because Hikaru knew that Pavel loved him, embarrassing noises and all. He laughed out of joy and simple amusement, without the faintest hint of malice.
That, and it was hard to feel embarrassed about the noises you made when you came when your partner fucking
giggled.