[ Kaoru doesn’t dignify the taunting with a response, simply huffing through his nose and biting back any harsh words he has. He’s never blamed the Joe fangirls, though he was of course envious of them and how easily they earned attention from Kojiro. At the end of the day, however, it had been Kojiro who flirted back and ruffled Kaoru’s jealous feathers. Now that he has him, though, there’s no reason to waste thought or breath on the women he no longer saw as competition.
As sweet (and sexy) as it is to feel Kojiro’s large hands grappling with the ties and brushing against Kaoru’s own fingers, he’s making it worse by pulling on the wrong ends and confusing Kaoru’s own practiced efficiency. Growling a little, he swats the back of Kojiro’s hand and then, thinking better of it, pushes the other away from the ties but down his front to do something more useful like palm his cock through the fabric. ]
Are you even Japanese? We wore hakama for graduation, Kojiro. [ He clicks his tongue against his teeth like he’s annoyed, but his tone lacks any real fire to it. In all honesty, he likes how different they are when it comes to upholding their native culture—Kojiro reminds him of the thrill of traveling without having to leave the neighborhood. Still, he should be grateful for the construction of the hakama that makes it easy to bare certain parts without having to pull them off entirely. He’s halfway done with getting the ties untangled from the front when Kojiro distracts him with the way his hand covers his jaw and neck, a gentle pressure that makes Kaoru’s breath hitch. He’s easily moved, pliant from both the firm touch and the possessive teeth, the growl that makes him moan softly in reply. ]
Fuck, I need you. [ He turns as much as he can to try and capture Kojiro’s lips in a sloppy kiss, making a triumphant if muffled noise a moment later when the last knot slips free. Pushing up onto his toes, he tugs at the back flap until it falls beneath them and bares his backside to Kojiro. He still has briefs beneath to be dealt with, but that’s far more within Kojiro’s realm of expertise than the pants had been. ]
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As sweet (and sexy) as it is to feel Kojiro’s large hands grappling with the ties and brushing against Kaoru’s own fingers, he’s making it worse by pulling on the wrong ends and confusing Kaoru’s own practiced efficiency. Growling a little, he swats the back of Kojiro’s hand and then, thinking better of it, pushes the other away from the ties but down his front to do something more useful like palm his cock through the fabric. ]
Are you even Japanese? We wore hakama for graduation, Kojiro. [ He clicks his tongue against his teeth like he’s annoyed, but his tone lacks any real fire to it. In all honesty, he likes how different they are when it comes to upholding their native culture—Kojiro reminds him of the thrill of traveling without having to leave the neighborhood. Still, he should be grateful for the construction of the hakama that makes it easy to bare certain parts without having to pull them off entirely. He’s halfway done with getting the ties untangled from the front when Kojiro distracts him with the way his hand covers his jaw and neck, a gentle pressure that makes Kaoru’s breath hitch. He’s easily moved, pliant from both the firm touch and the possessive teeth, the growl that makes him moan softly in reply. ]
Fuck, I need you. [ He turns as much as he can to try and capture Kojiro’s lips in a sloppy kiss, making a triumphant if muffled noise a moment later when the last knot slips free. Pushing up onto his toes, he tugs at the back flap until it falls beneath them and bares his backside to Kojiro. He still has briefs beneath to be dealt with, but that’s far more within Kojiro’s realm of expertise than the pants had been. ]