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[ Kaoru presses closer, breathing in the familiar scent of Kojiro's shampoo mixed with the garlic that probably runs through his veins at this point. It's comforting rather than offputting, however, and he kisses the crook of his neck in appreciation. He has so much to be thankful for, and all of it is because of Kojiro.
Humming, he pulls away enough to follow Kojiro onto his bike. Despite the ache in his body and the pieces of board in his lap, he feels... good. It feels like the end of a dark chapter with the promise of a lighter one ahead. Selfish as it is to ask Kojiro to leave with him, he wouldn't be able to do it alone. ] Can I borrow some clothes again? I don't want to go back to my house tonight.
Humming, he pulls away enough to follow Kojiro onto his bike. Despite the ache in his body and the pieces of board in his lap, he feels... good. It feels like the end of a dark chapter with the promise of a lighter one ahead. Selfish as it is to ask Kojiro to leave with him, he wouldn't be able to do it alone. ] Can I borrow some clothes again? I don't want to go back to my house tonight.
I'm happy to deliver then.
Love to see you turned on by something I do right.
You mean how I feed you?
Love to see you turned on by something I do right.
You mean how I feed you?
Yes, perhaps it is.
Where do you suppose we begin?
Where do you suppose we begin?
[ Kojiro laughs, low and breathy. ] Close enough, I guess.
[ Asking Kaoru to ask nice is like expecting snow in June, but Kojiro can't complain about the shivering bundle of pleasure he's already been reduced to. Maybe it's mean, bordering on primal, but Kojiro likes Kaoru best like this; messy, demanding, sharp and soft and practically pleading. It feeds a need Kojiro never thought he could feel before they fell in like this, and every single time, he swears he wants Kaoru more than the last. Wants to fuck him past reason, ruin him for anyone else, bare him down to his soul, and never let him forget why they're a perfect match in every single way.
But Kaoru gets what Kaoru wants. Kojiro's pants are decidedly less complicated than what they had to contend with in Kaoru's costume; easy enough to shove away and free his cock, and rock the hard length of it against Kaoru's tailbone. Fuck, hushed under Kojiro's breath as he sits back to admire the view; cock hard and flush against Kaoru's pale back, beneath his wrinkled robes, all of this oppressive beauty curled shivering over the bike, with piercings catching the low light of sunset and driving everything higher. Kojiro could die happy right now. Truly. But it's only a moment. He can't wait any longer than that.
Kojiro grips the base of the plug, and gently eases it out of Kaoru's body. It's abandoned on the seat between them, before he angles his hips to press the head of his cock to Kaoru's entrance. ]
Come on, sweetness. You know the drill.
[ Kojiro's too well-proportioned to be shoving himself around like a brute. Kaoru has to be the one to do it; to ease himself down at his own pace and tell Kojiro when he's ready for more. ]
You tell me when, I'm gonna fuck the sense outta you. So make sure you're ready.
[ Asking Kaoru to ask nice is like expecting snow in June, but Kojiro can't complain about the shivering bundle of pleasure he's already been reduced to. Maybe it's mean, bordering on primal, but Kojiro likes Kaoru best like this; messy, demanding, sharp and soft and practically pleading. It feeds a need Kojiro never thought he could feel before they fell in like this, and every single time, he swears he wants Kaoru more than the last. Wants to fuck him past reason, ruin him for anyone else, bare him down to his soul, and never let him forget why they're a perfect match in every single way.
But Kaoru gets what Kaoru wants. Kojiro's pants are decidedly less complicated than what they had to contend with in Kaoru's costume; easy enough to shove away and free his cock, and rock the hard length of it against Kaoru's tailbone. Fuck, hushed under Kojiro's breath as he sits back to admire the view; cock hard and flush against Kaoru's pale back, beneath his wrinkled robes, all of this oppressive beauty curled shivering over the bike, with piercings catching the low light of sunset and driving everything higher. Kojiro could die happy right now. Truly. But it's only a moment. He can't wait any longer than that.
Kojiro grips the base of the plug, and gently eases it out of Kaoru's body. It's abandoned on the seat between them, before he angles his hips to press the head of his cock to Kaoru's entrance. ]
Come on, sweetness. You know the drill.
[ Kojiro's too well-proportioned to be shoving himself around like a brute. Kaoru has to be the one to do it; to ease himself down at his own pace and tell Kojiro when he's ready for more. ]
You tell me when, I'm gonna fuck the sense outta you. So make sure you're ready.
I make a living out of feeding others you know.
But it's different cooking for someone special.
And you know I'd cook for you any time of the day.
But it's different cooking for someone special.
And you know I'd cook for you any time of the day.
Of course, as if I'd let you leave tonight.
[Kojirou tries to smile to hide that he probably needs to spend this night with Kaoru more than the other way around. Just so his heart would calm the hell down already.
In a way it will be good to be out of the country, to be away from Adam. So that he doesn't have to wonder anymore when Kaoru is not by his side if something would happen to him. It may be a possessive thought, but ever since Kaoru had come to him that night Kojirou swore that he won't let him get hurt again. Well, so far for that...]
Have some leftovers, but I can make something if you're hungry?
[Kojirou tries to smile to hide that he probably needs to spend this night with Kaoru more than the other way around. Just so his heart would calm the hell down already.
In a way it will be good to be out of the country, to be away from Adam. So that he doesn't have to wonder anymore when Kaoru is not by his side if something would happen to him. It may be a possessive thought, but ever since Kaoru had come to him that night Kojirou swore that he won't let him get hurt again. Well, so far for that...]
Have some leftovers, but I can make something if you're hungry?
[ The reply sends a pleasant shiver through him, warmth to replace how cold he'd gotten in that warehouse. It's a change of more than just temperature, however; Kojiro can always make him feel more alive and loved, a sharp counterpoint to the reckless way Ainosuke reminded himself of his mortality by chasing the impossible. That had been thrilling to Kaoru, an imploding sun catching him in its gravity, but he's done an ungodly amount of growing up in the past year. ]
Leftovers are fine. [ Swinging a leg over the bike to sit behind Kojiro, he situates the board between them and then wraps his arms around Kojiro's waist to hold on. He lets himself relax forward, forehead resting against the nape of Kojiro's neck. ] Unless you want to stress cook as usual.
Leftovers are fine. [ Swinging a leg over the bike to sit behind Kojiro, he situates the board between them and then wraps his arms around Kojiro's waist to hold on. He lets himself relax forward, forehead resting against the nape of Kojiro's neck. ] Unless you want to stress cook as usual.
I'm glad you know. You were always special to me.
Only if it's gonna be cooking and not a race of you trying to distract me.
I mean I want that too, but cooking together sounds fun.
Only if it's gonna be cooking and not a race of you trying to distract me.
I mean I want that too, but cooking together sounds fun.
[Kojirou huffs as he takes the handlebars, though he isn't starting the engine just yet. He just takes a moment to calm down, to feel Kaoru at his back, to process that he is alright and well and with him. It's a comfortable warmth at his back for now, and it will be a comfortable warmth in his bed for the night too.]
I... [He starts, wanting to snap back, but... yes he may not be able to resist.] I'll make some side salad then.
[With that he finally starts the engine and heads back to his place.]
I... [He starts, wanting to snap back, but... yes he may not be able to resist.] I'll make some side salad then.
[With that he finally starts the engine and heads back to his place.]
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But now you do so we will make the best of what's ahead of us, right?
Good idea.
And who knows, maybe one day we could cook together for the kids too.
Good idea.
And who knows, maybe one day we could cook together for the kids too.
[ Kaoru chuckles at that, knowing that Kojiro wants to argue but that he either doesn't see a benefit in it, or doesn't want to prove Kaoru right. Whatever the case, the conversation would have been drowned out by the roar of the engine as they speed back to Kojiro's apartment. It gives Kaoru the time to think about how he's feeling, which would usually be something awful except that he feels surprisingly good. His board is broken, his head is pounding, and his body is aching, but he feels good. The promise of traveling abroad with Kojiro, free of everything that's tied them down in Okinawa, makes him laugh with a giddiness that is probably only partially caused by having hit his head.
When they make it back to Kojiro's apartment, Kaoru keeps the pieces of his board under one arm so he can hold on to Kojiro with a free hand. ] I'm going to shower while you get dinner together if that's alright with you.
When they make it back to Kojiro's apartment, Kaoru keeps the pieces of his board under one arm so he can hold on to Kojiro with a free hand. ] I'm going to shower while you get dinner together if that's alright with you.
I didn't mean it now, but later.
When I taught you some tricks.
Maybe when we introduce ourselves as a couple.
When I taught you some tricks.
Maybe when we introduce ourselves as a couple.
[It's a relief to see Kaoru somewhat happy. Kojirou expected him to look just as miserable as he first came to his place. But it's not the same. Something seems to be different. Kojirou isn't exactly sure what, but he is happy that Kaoru is doing well. Maybe too well... so he is still going to worry for a little.]
Yeah, sure, take your time.
[He smiles a little tired as he pulls Kaoru to him and kisses his cheek.]
I'll put some clothes for you on the bed. And you know where to find the painkillers, right?
Yeah, sure, take your time.
[He smiles a little tired as he pulls Kaoru to him and kisses his cheek.]
I'll put some clothes for you on the bed. And you know where to find the painkillers, right?
[ Humming into the kiss, he returns it with one on Kojiro's mouth. He doesn't see any reason to be shy, but he also knows that Kojiro is likely to treat him delicately for the rest of the night, given the state he'd been in the last time he'd had any kind of confrontation with Ainosuke. He'll just have to prove to him that he's alright, really, so he kisses him again before pulling away. ]
Yeah, thanks. [ He looks down at his broken board and feels a pang in his chest. Even though logically he knows how old it is and that it was bound to break sooner or later, it still hurts to see it like this. They've been through a lot together, which is one reason he hadn't been able to abandon the pieces in the warehouse. Hopefully Kojiro understands because Kaoru props each half up against the wall next to the front door before disappearing into the bathroom for a shower. ]
Yeah, thanks. [ He looks down at his broken board and feels a pang in his chest. Even though logically he knows how old it is and that it was bound to break sooner or later, it still hurts to see it like this. They've been through a lot together, which is one reason he hadn't been able to abandon the pieces in the warehouse. Hopefully Kojiro understands because Kaoru props each half up against the wall next to the front door before disappearing into the bathroom for a shower. ]
[Kojirou sighs as Kaoru kisses him. His heart flutters because it does every time they kiss. He watches him put his broken board down and leave for the bathroom. Kojirou takes a moment to watch the pieces of the board, feeling sorry for Kaoru. He knows the other likes to cling to things, likes to keep them close, and one of his most precious possessions was that board. Even if skateboards are disposable...
Right, at least it's only that board Adam has broken, god knows he tried to break something else too. So Kojirou turns to go to put some clothes out for Kaoru before he gets angry again. Then he gets to the kitchen and starts preparing the salad for the leftover olive pasta. And make some garlic bread too. It's not stress cooking, it's just... snacks...]
Right, at least it's only that board Adam has broken, god knows he tried to break something else too. So Kojirou turns to go to put some clothes out for Kaoru before he gets angry again. Then he gets to the kitchen and starts preparing the salad for the leftover olive pasta. And make some garlic bread too. It's not stress cooking, it's just... snacks...]
Why would it be inappropriate? They are our friends, they are gonna be happy for us.
Hell I can't wait to see their faces when we tell them.
Hell I can't wait to see their faces when we tell them.
[ Kaoru knows that it's probably suspicious how long he takes in the shower, but he can't help feeling that it might be worthwhile. Despite how the afternoon had gone, he's still got that good feeling keeping him warm, and he thinks that maybe he's ready to sleep with Kojiro. It's been a struggle for him, given how pressured he'd been to have sex with Ainosuke, but that's all the more reason that he's wanted to feel like it was the right time with Kojiro.
By the time he exits the bathroom, the apartment is full of the scent of cooking garlic. It makes his stomach rumble and he realizes he has more of an appetite than he previously thought. He needs to be careful not to let Kojiro fatten him up too much. Stopping in the bedroom to put on clothes, he opts for the borrowed boxers and sweater but skips the pants. When he comes back out into the main living area, he finds Kojiro and comes up behind him to slip his arms around his waist and hold onto him. ] Smells good, almost ready?
By the time he exits the bathroom, the apartment is full of the scent of cooking garlic. It makes his stomach rumble and he realizes he has more of an appetite than he previously thought. He needs to be careful not to let Kojiro fatten him up too much. Stopping in the bedroom to put on clothes, he opts for the borrowed boxers and sweater but skips the pants. When he comes back out into the main living area, he finds Kojiro and comes up behind him to slip his arms around his waist and hold onto him. ] Smells good, almost ready?
[Kojirou is still not stress cooking, he is just warming up the cold pasta and refreshes it with some spices and... oh hell, he did end up stress cooking in the end.]
Salad and garlic bread is ready, on the table. I'm about to serve the pasta too.
[He pats Kaoru's arm around him with his free hand and looks over his shoulder at him. Once again his breath comes short for a moment to see Kaoru in his clothes. There's just something about it. Something possessive. So Kojirou turns back to the almost ready food.]
Feeling better?
Salad and garlic bread is ready, on the table. I'm about to serve the pasta too.
[He pats Kaoru's arm around him with his free hand and looks over his shoulder at him. Once again his breath comes short for a moment to see Kaoru in his clothes. There's just something about it. Something possessive. So Kojirou turns back to the almost ready food.]
Feeling better?
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