Call me that again and I'll be calling you dickless.
[ Oh, he had definitely had the same thought at the time, the kind of wandering fantasy of someone who would never act upon it. There were many missed opportunities in their shared past, but now that they're together, there won't be another one if Kaoru has anything to say about it. It had been one reason he wanted to know all of Kojiro's fantasies, the things that made him crazy just to think about, and the kinks that he was curious to try. This is an excellent result of all that research, not to mention how much overlap there was between their sexual interests and appetites.
Though he mourns the loss of Kojiro's hand on his throat, the weight of his palms is just as welcome against his ass. He doesn't judge him for being so hard—honestly, he'd be insulted by anything less. He's still learning the ins and outs of pulling Kojiro's strings and riling him up in the most efficient ways possible, but it's good to know that running his hands and lips over a few piercings is good enough to get him going. It means he's eager, and eager hands quickly find the star of the hour where it's nestled inside of him.
Kaoru gasps at the first tug, shuddering all over and slapping his hands down on the bike to keep himself from doubling over. Moaning into the kiss, he bites Kojiro's bottom lip but knows that he's lost this fight, even if it has been a poor facade of one. There's no way he can deny the fact that he'd ridden his own motorcycle with the plug in place, and even if he doesn't explain how amazing it had felt when the rev of the engine shook through him to the core, Kojiro is smart enough to make that leap of logic on his own. It's hard enough to deny that the purr of the engine is arousing without adding a sex toy into the mix. ]
Kojiro— [ He cuts himself off with a sharp moan when it's moved again, and his hands ball into fists as he tries to fight the pleasure. They don't have a wealth of time, but that doesn't mean Kaoru wants to blow it by coming too soon. ] Fuck me already!
[ 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.
[ Kaoru shivers as he waits, almost wanting Kojiro to push him further to beg but grateful he doesn't have to languish in anticipation for too much longer. He pushes up onto his toes to remove the temptation to rut against the seat of the bike while listening to the rustle of fabric behind him as Kojiro finally finally takes his cock out. The weight of it is warm against the swell of his ass, and the way Kojiro swears puts a smug smile on his face. At least he knows they're both equally desperate for this—he wouldn't tolerate anything less.
Choking on a moan as Kojiro pulls the plug free, he whines at the loss of it and the emptiness left behind. Soon it's replaced by something much better, hot and blunt where it nudges at his rim. He's already rocking his hips back against it, groaning when it slips down between his legs to rub over the sensitive skin and bump into his balls. Kaoru is going to self-combust and Kojiro isn't even inside of him yet. ]
Kojiro— [ He moans it like maybe it will convince him to thrust forward and fill him, but Kaoru thinks this is retaliation for him not pleading properly before. Now he has to do it himself, but it's unlikely to go according to Kojirio's plan. Bratty as it sounds, Kaoru loves messing up those plans and riling him up. So instead of taking it slowly as Kojiro no doubt expects, Kaoru finds the right angle for the tip to begin slipping in and— ]
Ready.
[ He quickly pushes back to take him all in one quick move. He instantly curls forward, heels of his palms digging into the motorcycle to keep him in place, and nearly shakes apart from the pleasure of it. The pain is good, too, backing him down from the edge of what would have been an orgasm given how worked up he was. Now, though, they have some time, and he nearly melts down onto his front while his hips stay raised to keep Kojiro deep inside of him. ]
Kaoru's unbearably tight and unspeakably hot, and it all comes at once. It's only through grit teeth and a held breath that Kojiro withstands the sudden assault on his senses, the abrupt rush of pleasure that couples his eventual exhale with a deep groan. Kaoru should know better, but the fact that he's so desperate for this -- a reflection of Kojiro's own need -- is almost as overwhelming as the sensation alone.
Still not fair. Kojiro reaches out to sink one hand into Kaoru's hair, grasping at the roots beneath the tie, to drag him up and into reach of Kojiro's mouth again. ]
Did you want my cock that bad? [ It's a growl against Kaoru's ear, which Kojiro's teeth find again on the heels of the question. ] Fucking love you.
[ That's the only respite Kaoru gets before Kojiro starts in on him. The hand in Kaoru's hair finds his throat again, anchoring him along with the hand on his hip, to brace him for first steady roll of Kojiro's hips. The hand on his hip strays though, because Kojiro feels his focus has to be everywhere at once and he normally wouldn't let a single part of Kaoru feel neglected. His fingers slip beneath Kaoru's undershirt, and slide to find his nipple again, eager to toy with his piercings, with nothing in the way. And that-- fuck-- Kojiro's cock drives harder into Kaoru on the next thrust, and that's the firm rhythm he settles into, with each drive a hard snap of his hips against Kaoru's ass.
He's going to lose his fucking mind like this someday. And honestly, he's happy to let it go. ]
[ Kojiro's groan rumbles through Kaoru's body and feels like the best kind of unspoken approval. For all that they bicker and banter, he wants to pleasure Kojiro and make sure that he's enjoying himself along with the greedy moves that Kaoru might make. If they can spoil themselves and each other in one fell swoop, it's a win in his book.
He cries sharply when Kojiro pulls him up by his hair, back arching and cock throbbing as the sparks of pain dissolve into embers of pleasure. There's a reason to keep his hair long beside his vanity, and it's in direct alignment with the placement of his piercings; Kaoru likes it a little rough, especially when he knows there's genuine love and care beneath it all. Kojiro is the perfect combination of all these things and just another reason for him being the perfect partner for Kaoru in all aspects. ]
Fuck, yes, I need it. [ He turns towards the sound of Kojiro's voice to try and get a kiss, but the hand in his hair keeps him just out of reach. ] I love you, I need you.
[ Moaning in mourning at the loss of Kojiro's hand in his hair, he groans when its weight settles in against his throat and forces his chin up. His whole body feels so tight like an instrument in Kojiro's arms, a tool for pleasure. Kaoru eats it up, too, along with the way Kojiro's bulk envelopes him from all sides. The first thrust is maddeningly slow, pushing a desperate whine from Kaoru as he throws all images of poise to the wind. He doesn't have to pretend with Kojiro, not when he knows that he's a clingy, greedy, horny little bitch just begging to be spoiled. He gets his unspoken wish when Kojiro's thick fingers find the piercing in his nipple again and his hips stutter forward and Kaoru is left breathless between the two sensations. Held tight in place, all he can do is melt into the position and moan Kojiro's name in time with his thrusts. ]
[ There's no better sound in the entire world than Kojiro's name dripping in moans from Kaoru's lips. Kojiro's thought it over, long and hard, and he's absolutely certain of it. Kaoru makes a lot of nice sounds like this -- his choked whimpers, his needy groans, his sharp gasps and whines -- but Kojiro's name? That's what he likes to hear best.
Kaoru must know. He says it -- moans it -- so often, and it gets him exactly what he wants. Like now, with the hard drive of Kojiro's hips and the hand at his throat. Kojiro knows Kaoru wants that, loves it, and he's far too eager to oblige. It's hard not to, when Kaoru pushes him to the edge of such mindless need, forces him into that place, without even trying. And Kaoru knows that too; knows Kojiro is at his mercy so quickly and easily and happily.
It's give and take. Perfectly. Even if Kojiro still feels like he short-circuits every time Kaoru bares his skin.
But his nipples aren't the only piercings Kojiro wants to feel. He keeps Kaoru anchored with the hand on his chest, elbow braced into the crook of his hip, as the hand on his throat drifts up again. His fore and middle fingers press at Kaoru's lower lip, the rest gripping his jaw to force his mouth open and push both digits inside. ]
Be nice. [ Kojiro growls into Kaoru's ear, because he half expects a bite despite his cock pistoning so well into Kaoru's ass. ]
Pretend they're my cock. Lemme feel that tongue, sweetness.
[ The arm wrapped around his torso gives him as much pleasure as it does anchor him in place, keeping him from sliding up the seat of the bike with each thrust from behind. He bites back a whine when Kojiro's hand leaves his throat, but the upward trajectory is promising and he isn't disappointed by the prodding against his mouth nor the grip on his jaw. He resists just long enough to make a show of it, to goad Kojiro into squeezing a little tighter, because as much as he teases Kojiro for his muscles, he is absolutely enamored with his strength. In the end, though, he parts his lips greedily and sticks out his tongue to welcome those thick fingers into his mouth.
Humming at the command, he doesn't bite, exactly, but he lets his teeth scrape against Kojiro's knuckles as they push past. He groans at the demands Kojiro makes, then chokes on a loud moan as he hits his prostate with a well-angled thrust. Eager to please, he sucks on Kojiro's fingers and swirls his tongue around them, then pushes between them so that he can feel the metal of his tongue piercing slide in between. Kojiro has him stuck in place, hips bucking back as much as possible to meet the thrusts, so if he can do his part by sucking his fingers and egging Kojiro on, he'd hardly going to complain. ]
[ Kaoru really is all his most depraved desires made flesh and bone. The barbell pushes between Kojiro's fingers, a hard edge against the soft heat of Kaoru's tongue, and Kojiro almost loses it. Almost. His hips push hard against Kaoru; pause, for a few moments of breathy groaning while Kojiro collects himself again, or else this will be over too soon. Kojiro's almost undone by this -- hilt-deep in Kaoru, in costume, on his bike, running his hands over all these hidden pieces of him -- he can't help it. Can't help himself. It's all--
Kojiro can't think about it anymore. Kaoru's body is so tight and hot around his cock, he's about to shake apart, and he can't think about it anymore. He's going to take full advantage of Kaoru later; after S, long into the small hours of the morning, he's going to spend ages taking Kaoru apart and turning him out, pulling every last cry and moan from him until he can't even move anymore. But for now? For now, Kojiro grits his teeth and goes to work, hips a sharp, quick staccato, sinking deep into Kaoru with each thrust.
There was good reason for the fingers in his mouth, though. Kojiro pulls his fingertips across Kaoru's tongue while he withdraws them, and in very short order, they find their way down the front of Kaoru's briefs. Kaoru's made them slick enough that it's a smooth wrap around his cock, to stroke along with the heavy pace from behind, and savor the metal he feels there as well. ]
You're so fucking hot, Kaoru. Drive me crazy. Every goddamn day. Love you so fucking much.
[ Kaoru isn’t thinking much at all at the moment, and it’s one of his favorite parts of sex with Kojiro. Normally, his analytical mind would be racing to process the details of his surroundings, and especially on an S night, his brain would be in high-gear. He’s proud of his intelligence, especially when it comes to his style of racing as well as his innovations in his career. Sex, however, is neither a competition nor a job, and he loves that Kojiro can make him go mindless with pleasure. Like this, or any other way they can be without clothes separating their desires, Kaoru can give himself over to instinct and primal needs.
He does his best to suck on Kojiro’s fingers, but the sudden change in pace forces his lips to part when he gasps for breath. Panting around the thick digits, tongue still working them over, he whines at the loss when they pull away. He expects them against his body, Kojiro smart enough not to waste how wet Kaoru had made them, but the trajectory between his legs has him squirming in the tight embrace of Kojiro’s arm. ]
Kojiro, w-wait, I won’t last. [ Shivering as his warning is ignored, his body shakes through twin urges to tense and to melt. Parts of him go pliant while others tighten, and he pushes his hips back onto Kojiro’s cock right before they instinctively buck forward into his hand. It’s been so long since hands other than his own have touched the sensitive barbell through the base of the his cock, and Kojiro works over it curiously, almost reverently. Kaoru moans loudly before he bites down on his bottom lip, teeth meeting the metal of his piercing. People must be arriving, and if someone’s strayed far enough from the main road, they’re bound to have heard him. Hooking up at S is hardly uncommon, but if anyone were to see Cherry with Joe—
He imagines what they must look like, straddling Kojiro’s motorcycle in varying degrees of undress. He’s straining on his tiptoes to stay level with Kojiro, that one strong arm the only thing keeping him from collapsing over the bike. It makes his stomach turn to think they could be discovered like this, but it isn’t an unpleasant sensation. Would Kojiro continue if they had an audience? Would his desire to show off his body extend to showing off how they look together like this? Kaoru sobs from the surprising rush of arousal at the thought, collapsing backwards against Kojiro’s chest as his hips shift desperately between pushing forward and backward. ] Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.
[ It's a demand more than anything else. Kojiro is so close, he can practically taste it lingering with the growls and moans at the back of his throat; this is too quick and too dirty, but this filth looks so fucking good on Kaoru. Kojiro loves him like this -- loves him all ways, but this is his favorite -- messy and panting, pulled tight, needy, crying, perfect.
It doesn't matter if they're seen. It doesn't matter if they're heard. It doesn't matter if they have an entire audience. All they'd have to do is see Kaoru like this, and they'd immediately understand the importance of it; why Kojiro takes every opportunity he can, and pushes Kaoru further every single time. ]
I want you like this every day.
[ With Kaoru splayed out over him, it's easier for Kojiro to hold him steady, to hook a hand over his shoulder and brace him against the hard drive of Kojiro's hips, unyielding and unmerciful. If Kaoru thought that warning would be anything short of encouragement, he's sorely mistaken. This is Kaoru's penance for being a tease, for loving Kojiro the way he does; this is Kojiro's revenge and worship all at once. ]
Every day, every way I can. You feel so fucking good. You look even better. Never want to let you go.
[ Not at all practical or sensible. But sometimes Kaoru likes to hear his sentimental nonsense, and it's nothing short of the truth anyway.
But Kaoru comes first, always. And it's hell to hold himself back; Kojiro has to bite his lip, because the edge of pain is all that keeps him from coming. He wants to, wants his end so badly, but he wants Kaoru's more. His teeth find Kaoru's neck again, dig in hard, drag a long welt from ear to shoulder as he strokes faster at Kaoru's cock, and his next words are low, strained: ]
And I'm not letting you sleep tonight. So come now.
[ He very nearly comes on command that first time, and he really shouldn’t have expected Kojiro to back down at the warning. Kaoru can’t help thinking it’s a little selfish—of who, he’s not entirely sure—that he’s the one to come first every time they have sex. It’s never for a lack of trying, but Kojiro manages to wring his orgasm from him or hold his own off no matter what the circumstances are. Someday, Kaoru is going to find a way to turn the tables on that, but that day is not today.
He’s weak to Kojiro’s words as much as his touch. It may sound like filth, but there is tender sentiment between each line that Kaoru can feel rumbling in Kojiro’s chest. Though it’s hard to admit, both because he’s a bit shy about it out of bed and preoccupied with other thoughts in it, he wants all of those same things; to feel Kojiro inside of him every day, to not need to let go of each other at the end of the night when they part ways to their respective homes, to pretend like they aren’t in love when they visit each other at work. Kaoru is a greedy bastard in more ways than one, and out of everything he values, he craves Kojiro’s time and attention above all else.
With Kojiro’s hips hammering into him, his hand stroking over him, his words wooing him, there’s little hope that he’ll last. The teeth on his neck are what pushes him over, harsh enough that he knows there will be a lasting mark there he can secretly admire in the mirror later. Kojiro likes to pretend he isn’t obsessed with Kaoru’s flawless pale skin, as if it isn’t as much a canvas for his love as paper is for Kaoru’s brush. Kaoru, for his part, likes the marks far more than he tends to let on. He’s already shaking with the start of his orgasm when Kojiro promises more tonight, and the tension of his body snaps as he comes. His back arches away from Kojiro’s chest as he screams with ecstasy, reaching up and behind him to grip Kojiro’s hair and anchor himself in place. ]
[ There. Kaoru arches as his tension breaks; he's shaking, hand sunk deep in Kojiro's hair, crying out into the night air, and he's so fucking beautiful like this. Ethereal. Surrendering, falling apart, spilling over Kojiro's hand, and the slow comedown will soon follow. But Kojiro holds him tight for now, lets Kaoru come to pieces against him and ride out the waves of pleasure, and thinks -- for what feels like the thousandth time or more -- that he has to be the luckiest person in the world, to get to see Kaoru like this.
Kojiro isn't far behind. Kaoru's voice alone, his cries, are enough to send Kojiro over, because he's so hot when he comes that it makes Kojiro's head spin, and it feels like he's been riding that edge since they started. He's only barely able to pull himself out in time, and he buries his face against Kaoru's neck as the pressure finally breaks with a violent shudder. Kojiro groans, long and deep with each hurried exhale, and even spilling across the seat below Kaoru, he can't remember the last time he's come this hard. But maybe he thinks that every time; it just keeps getting better, and if they continue on this kind of upward trajectory, Kojiro's soul is just going to leave his body someday. Leave it to Kaoru to drive him to this kind of high, to make his head swim and his vision blur.
He's still faintly trembling through the aftershocks when he finally lifts his head again, then tips it back with a long groan. ]
Fuck, Kaoru! Nnn, fucking love you...
[ Kojiro's arms both wind tight around Kaoru's waist, to pull him back against his chest and let him rest there for a moment. And so that he can press kiss after kiss to Kaoru's cheek and temple. ]
[ Kaoru legitimately sobs when Kojiro pulls out and leaves him feeling cold and empty when there had been the chance for more, to be filled even deeper and left feeling warm and used. Instead he's given the ultimate tease, especially when he's shaking with aftershocks of his orgasm and gravity is drawing him down towards the bike so that Kojiro's arm around his torso is the only thing keeping him upright. Stupid Kojiro. Stupid public sex. Stupid slutty needs. Stupid love. ]
Why the fuck— [ He shudders as he feels hot come splash against the small of his back where his clothes have luckily ridden up thanks to their bodies rubbing together. The logical side of his brain, relatively loud in the echoing silence of his mind caused by a fantastic orgasm, says a prayer for Kojiro's clothes as he smashes their bodies together. ] You better come in me next time.
[ Still, he can't be annoyed when he feels like he's floating with nothing but Kojiro's embrace to tether him to the earth, and he lets his head loll back to rest against Kojiro's broad shoulder. He turns his face enough that he can kiss the side of his neck, mouthing at the warm skin and biting down to leave a mark of his own. ] Love you too.
[ A breathless laugh falls against Kaoru's shoulder, and Kojiro shakes his head. ]
Not gonna make you walk around leaking my cum all night, baby.
[ An attempt to be thoughtful, even knowing he'd catch hell for it. Better now than a potential later, after Kaoru's had a few hours to wander S with a constant reminder of their pre-gaming. He can be sensible, on occasion, even if it's only when Kaoru's too fuck-drunk to think clearly. Let him be mad about it for a second; he'll thank Kojiro's forethought later.
Kojiro catches Kaoru's lips in a final, lingering kiss, while he shrugs out of his jacket, and sets to work cleaning them -- his hand, Kaoru's skin, the seat of his bike -- with the inside lining. Again, practical; if he goes without the jacket for one night, it definitely won't be missed. And, in case there were any question, as soon as his hands are clean, he reaches up to sink one deep into Kaoru's hair, and hold him fast while he growls into his ear: ]
And I wasn't kidding about later. When we get home, I'm gonna make you forget your own name, so don't be salty about it now. You're gonna get more of me than you can handle after S.
Coward. [ There's an absence of fire in his tone, though, still weak and panting as he comes down from such an incredible high. Even if he's whining about it for the moment, and even if there were a few obvious solutions to prevent said issue, he can't help thinking that it's sweet of Kojiro to consider his comfort when Kaoru doesn't have the mind for it himself. It all boils down to the fact that Kaoru really doesn't want to hang around S for longer than necessary tonight, not only because he just got railed by his boyfriend but also thanks to the promise of more after they leave.
Grumbling at Kojiro already cleaning up but against appreciating how practical he's being, Kaoru sighs but sets about retying his hakama. It's a bit annoying to do with the shirt largely still in place, but at least he hadn't been completely naked in the middle of the forest.
The grip catches him by surprise and rips a sharp gasp from him, scalp prickling from the treatment. It makes him moan and go pliant again, and it really is such an advantage for Kojiro to know and exploit this weakness—but it feels too good for Kaoru to actually complain. Still, he puts up a front of defiance, smirking at Kojiro like he's just issued a challenge that Kaoru is happy to accept. ] Fucking bring it on, there's nothing you can do that I can't handle.
[ Totally dichotomous to the rougher treatment, Kojiro's fingertips scrub gently along Kaoru's scalp, all in the wake of a few kisses more along the nape of his neck.
Here, finally, Kojiro sees the danger of engaging like this in public. It's the simple fact that, no matter how satisfying the fuck, he can never seem to keep his hands off Kaoru after. He's dragged up this needling hunger in Kojiro, and sex is rarely enough to sate it. Kojiro's left chasing it every time, even when he can't put a name to the need. More touching, more kissing, more of those sugared words, more of this ever-novel warmth. Whatever it is, he wants as much of it as Kaoru will give him, and it's hell to pry himself away from it.
But he manages. At some length, he carefully lowers Kaoru back onto the bike, and relinquishes his grip with a sigh. That's not to say he allows Kaoru to go away just yet, though. While Kaoru gets to work on his hakama again, Kojiro reaches up to undo that long, rosy ponytail. This, at least, he can help with. He got good at it during Kaoru's injury, and it's only fair when he messed it up in the first place.
It's easier with a brush, but he uses his fingers as a makeshift comb, carefully sorting through Kaoru's hair and smoothing it out between his hands. It doesn't take long to put it right again, and then gather it together to pull back through the tie. ]
There. No one will ever know I just fucked you stupid on my bike.
[ Kaoru makes a soft, content noise as the finger against his scalp and how they light up the last pinpricks of pleasure in his cooling body. They're both insatiable, but it works because they keep pushing each other to new heights because of it. Despite how laid-back Kojiro can appear in casual settings, he puts ridiculous amounts of energy into the parts of his life that matter most to him: his restaurant, his skating, and now his boyfriend. It's one of his qualities that had made it so easy for him to woo Kaoru who can put on airs and act aloof but wants to be the center of Kojiro's universe and take all the attention he can dish out.
His hands pause as Kojiro pulls his hair from its tie and make him shiver all over again. The sensation has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with how good it feels to let his hair down at any point—the sensitivity of his body just adds to that. He hums while Kojiro's fingers brush through his hair and pull gently where it had tangled. He's gotten to be a master of this to the point that Kaoru likes to find reasons for him to help with his hair and the small intimacies that come with it. ]
What a shame. [ He leans back against Kojiro and smiles up at him as he reaches for his hands. They need to get going soon, but for the moment, Kaoru pretends that they have nowhere to be and no obligations to anyone other than each other. Lifting Kojiro's hands, he kisses the callused fingertips and brushes the knuckles with the pads of his fingers. ] Well, I guess that depends on how well you manage to keep your hands off of me for the rest of the evening.
[ This thing between them -- like this moment, right now, between the stars and the still night air -- feels simultaneously dangerous and idyllic. Kaoru touches him like fate and kisses him like destiny, and Kojiro can't banish either from his mind. Because how is he supposed to think of everything else, when he's already felt perfection night after night under Kaoru's hands?
It feels selfish, stupid, but he wants to keep it for himself. He wants every part of Kaoru -- mind, body, soul -- wrapped up in his arms just like this. He never wants to let it go. He wants to wake up every morning with this absolute peace in his arms, and he wants to end every day with the same serenity on his lips. But this is enough. It always has been, and he tells himself over and over again, but then Kaoru says things like this, and throws that entire dogma into upheaval, because--
What? Does he not want Kojiro to keep his hands to himself?
And Kojiro's always been so fucking impulsive where Kaoru's concerned. At his mercy, totally and completely and at every winding turn. So Kaoru kisses his thick fingertips, and Kojiro smirks while he presses his forehead to Kaoru's temple. ]
Hey, Kaoru. [ There's an impish gleam in Kojiro's eyes, if Kaoru cares to look. ] You wanna beef tonight?
If I win, you gotta slip me some tongue at the finish line, in front of everyone.
the absolute nerve of dw not notifying me of your tag
[ There are so many parts of Kaoru that contrast one another that, at times, it feels like he's at war with himself. He wants all of Kojiro's attention, wants to not share him with anyone even if that means the irritation of jealousy when women flirt with the man who was once the most eligible bachelor in Okinawa. He wants to be the only one, and he simultaneously wants everyone to know it so they'll stay away while also keeping this precious thing secret and thus safe. He wants to be secure in his sexuality, but he wants to be safe from hatred towards it; He wants to be successful despite prejudice, and he wants to avoid being praised in spite of it. Kaoru has never thought of himself as a gay man but rather a man who happens to be gay, and the thought of people around him shifting that paradigm is frightening. He's Cherry Blossom, the high-tech analytical skater, and he's Sakurayashiki Kaoru, the talented calligrapher and digital artist. Nowhere in his image of himself is there room for being "the gay skater" or "the gay caligrapher" or even "that chef's gay boyfriend." He doesn't want those things for Kojiro, either, who puts so much work into his body for the sake of skating and so much love into his food for the restaurant.
At the same time, there is nothing he wants more than to be a couple in public who can hold hands as they walk down the street and kiss each other when they part ways. He wants to be a pair, wants to claim Kojiro and be claimed in return, wants women to be jealous of him for being the one to take the casanova of Okinawa off the market. Even though the thought of losing to Kojiro's terms strikes a stab of fear into him, there's a bigger thrill of desire when he considers what it would be like to kiss Kojiro where they could be seen. Maybe, just maybe, S could be a place for them to be out together. They're founding members and respected skaters, and if someone is going to try and out them with claims of seeing them suck face at an illegal event, it would be shooting themselves in the foot by admitting they were there to witness it.
Kaoru sucks in a breath and bites back a snappy retort that nearly bubbles forth on instinct. There's no reason for him to scold Kojiro for suggesting something that makes Kaoru warm all over. ] When I win, you have to kneel in front of me and beg for it.
[ This feels like permission and doubt all in one, somehow; like Kojiro's just thrown another ball into play, and Kaoru passed it back with effortless grace and a hint of detachment. Back in his court, just like that. Like Kaoru's trying to gauge just how committed Kojiro really is to the idea of being out and being okay with it.
Kojiro's not sure why he expected anything different. He's not sure he actually did expect anything different, when it comes right down to it. He doesn't know what this is like, after all; there are pain points here that Kojiro can't imagine, because he's never had to live them. Through all the years he loved Kaoru, he was still able to pass himself off as the manly, straight, stereotypical heterosexual; because no one ever asked, and it was easier to just play along and roll with the belief that he'd never be-- a lot of things. Smart enough, hot enough, rich enough, talented enough, whatever enough to pull Kaoru's interest.
But now? Now, Kojiro's smile is like the sun, blinding, lighting up the dead of night, and he snatches Kaoru up in his arms again without warning. ]
That didn't take you long to decide. It's like you were planning it anyway.
[ Kojiro's voice is muffled against the kisses he's pressing to Kaoru's neck, but Kaoru can hear the sly laughter there anyway. Thankfully -- or maybe foolishly -- Kojiro's less prone to worry about the long-term implications of all this. As far as he's ever been concerned, no one who matters is gonna give a shit, and that's all there is to it. No point in overcomplicating something that makes them both so happy. ]
You make losing sound real good, pretty boy. How am I supposed to concentrate on kicking your ass, after that? Cheater.
[ Kaoru clicks his tongue in feigned annoyance even as he melts easily in Kojiro's arms. It hadn't felt like a quick decision for him, but he's also intimately familiar with his own mental process as well as how long he's been thinking of these things. To Kojiro, maybe Kaoru had never even given thought to being out together; to Kaoru, it's been on his mind almost as long as they've been dating. ]
I know you're not as familiar with the concept of quick thinking, but it is just one benefit of high intelligence. [ He tilts his head back against Kojiro's shoulder and turns to kiss beneath his jaw in a silent sign that he's ribbing him rather than intending to actually insult. The shift from their dynamic before still astounds him, because they still bicker, but now he can reassure Kojiro through physical signs that it's all teasing and Kaoru's own struggle with allowing himself to be vulnerable. ]
If you plan on letting me win, there's no point in claiming the forfeit. I'm not a thief, after all, so I won't be stealing the race.
[ Going silent for a moment, he covers Kojiro's hands with his own where they rest on his body with their large span and warm weight. Joking about this is fine and all, but he knows that they need to have a serious conversation about the potential consequences of being a little less secretive. ] I need you to be serious...
[ For once, there's no defensive edge to his tone. Kojiro doesn't have any room or any right to feel wounded here. He might have no idea what he's getting himself into, but Kaoru's already had to live through it. Carrying any anxious burden -- about what will happen, what could go wrong, whether Kojiro can handle this -- is entirely on Kaoru. As far as Kojiro is concerned, they just have to take the plunge and tackle any issues as they come.
But Kaoru overthinks everything. He likes to joke about Kojiro's supposed ignorance, but there's a flipside to Kaoru's intelligence. It's part of why Kojiro is so demanding and rough with him; to arrest that constant barrage of thought, get him out of his own head, even for a little while. Kojiro loves that brain just as much as he adores the rest of Kaoru, but it needs a break every once in a while.
Kojiro's hands shift under Kaoru's, to weave their fingers together, entwine them that much closer. His chin comes to rest on Kaoru's shoulder, and when he tilts his head, he can just meet Kaoru's gaze out of the corner of his eye. ]
I'm serious. I'll be serious. But if you got something to say, then say it.
[ Funny how such a short and simple response can send Kaoru's heart racing. It's not so much a question of whether or not Kojiro can be serious—Kaoru has seen it, mainly in skating but in a few other situations, too. He'll never forget Kojiro's face swimming into blurry view as he was lifted into his arms after Adam's attack nor the way he looked when Kaoru woke up to see him there in the hospital room next to his bed. Kojiro can be serious enough to open his own restaurant and win countless races and apparently consider the insanity that had been starting a relationship with Kaoru. In many ways, he's always been the one to take Kaoru seriously, all the way back to high school when he'd been under Adam's spell.
Grunting at the way Kojiro squeezes him while closing whatever distance remains between them, Kaoru grips his hands tightly and ignores the fact that he can see Kojiro's eyes in his peripheral vision. Blame it on contacts, or whatever he wants, but he needs a moment of pretending he isn't being watched while he decides whether or not to run from this.
He wiggles in Kojiro's arms until he can get free of them and pull off of the bike. His knees are still weak and his thighs sticky, but he isn't trying to walk away; instead, he turns around and straddles the motorcycle backwards so he can look up into Kojiro's face properly. He wished this could be done in bed where he'd have the stability to drape his legs over Kojiro's hips and cling to him as much as he wants, but he needs to keep his toes on the ground so slinging his arms around Kojiro's neck will have to be enough for now. ]
I think it's safe to be out in S. I'm not saying I want to announce it or anything loud or official, but we're going to be caught eventually even if we try to hide it. We should at least tell our friends, though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for the kids...
[ He's overthinking things again, as usual, but this time at least he's doing it out loud where Kojiro can chime in with his very valid opinion. This is a relationship, after all, so his comfort is just as important. ]
[ Luckily for Kaoru -- or possibly unfortunately for Kaoru, depending on the state of his pride at that moment -- Kojiro is a beast, in conjunction with being fairly adept at anticipating Kaoru's needs. Being face to face is great, but considering they were practically melding into each other just a few moments previous, their current situation feels like too much distance. So before Kaoru can settle too much over the bike, Kojiro gets an arm around his waist and yanks him closer, coaxes Kaoru's legs up over his own thighs. Better. Kaoru can stay all wrapped up around Kojiro like this, even if it's nothing more than Kojiro’s (considerable) strength holding him there. ]
Hey. [ Low, soothing, and plying. ] Whatever you wanna do, whenever you're ready, I'm game. Okay? Don't overthink it. You got me, and I'm not going anywhere.
[ It's probably easier to say that from where Kojiro's sitting. Easier, when he doesn't have the burden of considering and reconsidering every possible angle. So maybe, possibly, baby steps would be better. ]
If you're worried, how about we start small? Maybe 'small' just looks like-- I don't know. Not trying to hide it anymore? Doesn't have to be anything big. Try to think about what we would look like, if we didn't have to worry about what other people think, and treat me like that.
[ Maybe it wouldn't even look very different. They've always stuck close to one another at S, and even had their moments of sexually-frustrated sniping, or -- very rarely -- genuine affection. How much would anyone really question it, if Joe draped a casual arm around Cherry's shoulders, or if Cherry leaned a touch too close to Joe in private conversation? ]
And when we get comfortable with that, we can think about something more. Does that work?
[ Kaoru definitely should have anticipated Kojiro manhandling him closer, and while he doesn't hate it, he grunts at the rough treatment. With his legs draped over Kojiro's hips and pelvis pressed tightly to Kojiro's, he takes a moment to swat at his shoulder even as his cock throbs with weak interest. It's going to feel like a long night, given what Kojiro had promised is in store for them as soon as they make it back to his apartment; Kaoru is just as likely to complain about it as he is their current position.
Sighing a little, he slumps against Kojiro's chest and allows himself to rely on his strength to stay upright on the bike. This evening has barely begun, and already they've had wild sex and an emotionally charged conversation. He feels exhausted, even to close his eyes for a moment and just soak up the warmth radiating from Kojiro's bare chest. Kaoru can hear the reassuring thumb of his heartbeat, too, and moves a hand down from the back of his neck to splay his fingers over his chest. ]
You say that like it's so easy. I doubt anyone would be surprised that I'm gay, but you... pass. Your whole life has been spent as a model heterosexual meatheat. [ He peaks up at Kojiro, leaving the rest of his conclusion to hang in the air—how he doesn't have to give up that safety for Kaoru, how he should seriously consider the consequences of coming out even just in one area of their lives, how it's just as hard to be a bisexual man if not harder.
He makes good points, however, even if Kaoru can't see how things would change much without a conscious effort to be more out about their relationship. Maybe he wouldn't snap as often if Kojiro was more firm about rejecting female advances, or maybe Kaoru would be more likely to seek physical touches to make up after squabbling. It's hard to say, but when he tries to picture them as a couple as Kojiro had suggested, one thing does stand out. ]
I want to wear this. [ His fingers tangle in the necklace hanging between the comfortable pillows of Kojiro's pecs. ]
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[ Oh, he had definitely had the same thought at the time, the kind of wandering fantasy of someone who would never act upon it. There were many missed opportunities in their shared past, but now that they're together, there won't be another one if Kaoru has anything to say about it. It had been one reason he wanted to know all of Kojiro's fantasies, the things that made him crazy just to think about, and the kinks that he was curious to try. This is an excellent result of all that research, not to mention how much overlap there was between their sexual interests and appetites.
Though he mourns the loss of Kojiro's hand on his throat, the weight of his palms is just as welcome against his ass. He doesn't judge him for being so hard—honestly, he'd be insulted by anything less. He's still learning the ins and outs of pulling Kojiro's strings and riling him up in the most efficient ways possible, but it's good to know that running his hands and lips over a few piercings is good enough to get him going. It means he's eager, and eager hands quickly find the star of the hour where it's nestled inside of him.
Kaoru gasps at the first tug, shuddering all over and slapping his hands down on the bike to keep himself from doubling over. Moaning into the kiss, he bites Kojiro's bottom lip but knows that he's lost this fight, even if it has been a poor facade of one. There's no way he can deny the fact that he'd ridden his own motorcycle with the plug in place, and even if he doesn't explain how amazing it had felt when the rev of the engine shook through him to the core, Kojiro is smart enough to make that leap of logic on his own. It's hard enough to deny that the purr of the engine is arousing without adding a sex toy into the mix. ]
Kojiro— [ He cuts himself off with a sharp moan when it's moved again, and his hands ball into fists as he tries to fight the pleasure. They don't have a wealth of time, but that doesn't mean Kaoru wants to blow it by coming too soon. ] Fuck me already!
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[ 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.
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Choking on a moan as Kojiro pulls the plug free, he whines at the loss of it and the emptiness left behind. Soon it's replaced by something much better, hot and blunt where it nudges at his rim. He's already rocking his hips back against it, groaning when it slips down between his legs to rub over the sensitive skin and bump into his balls. Kaoru is going to self-combust and Kojiro isn't even inside of him yet. ]
Kojiro— [ He moans it like maybe it will convince him to thrust forward and fill him, but Kaoru thinks this is retaliation for him not pleading properly before. Now he has to do it himself, but it's unlikely to go according to Kojirio's plan. Bratty as it sounds, Kaoru loves messing up those plans and riling him up. So instead of taking it slowly as Kojiro no doubt expects, Kaoru finds the right angle for the tip to begin slipping in and— ]
Ready.
[ He quickly pushes back to take him all in one quick move. He instantly curls forward, heels of his palms digging into the motorcycle to keep him in place, and nearly shakes apart from the pleasure of it. The pain is good, too, backing him down from the edge of what would have been an orgasm given how worked up he was. Now, though, they have some time, and he nearly melts down onto his front while his hips stay raised to keep Kojiro deep inside of him. ]
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Kaoru's unbearably tight and unspeakably hot, and it all comes at once. It's only through grit teeth and a held breath that Kojiro withstands the sudden assault on his senses, the abrupt rush of pleasure that couples his eventual exhale with a deep groan. Kaoru should know better, but the fact that he's so desperate for this -- a reflection of Kojiro's own need -- is almost as overwhelming as the sensation alone.
Still not fair. Kojiro reaches out to sink one hand into Kaoru's hair, grasping at the roots beneath the tie, to drag him up and into reach of Kojiro's mouth again. ]
Did you want my cock that bad? [ It's a growl against Kaoru's ear, which Kojiro's teeth find again on the heels of the question. ] Fucking love you.
[ That's the only respite Kaoru gets before Kojiro starts in on him. The hand in Kaoru's hair finds his throat again, anchoring him along with the hand on his hip, to brace him for first steady roll of Kojiro's hips. The hand on his hip strays though, because Kojiro feels his focus has to be everywhere at once and he normally wouldn't let a single part of Kaoru feel neglected. His fingers slip beneath Kaoru's undershirt, and slide to find his nipple again, eager to toy with his piercings, with nothing in the way. And that-- fuck-- Kojiro's cock drives harder into Kaoru on the next thrust, and that's the firm rhythm he settles into, with each drive a hard snap of his hips against Kaoru's ass.
He's going to lose his fucking mind like this someday. And honestly, he's happy to let it go. ]
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He cries sharply when Kojiro pulls him up by his hair, back arching and cock throbbing as the sparks of pain dissolve into embers of pleasure. There's a reason to keep his hair long beside his vanity, and it's in direct alignment with the placement of his piercings; Kaoru likes it a little rough, especially when he knows there's genuine love and care beneath it all. Kojiro is the perfect combination of all these things and just another reason for him being the perfect partner for Kaoru in all aspects. ]
Fuck, yes, I need it. [ He turns towards the sound of Kojiro's voice to try and get a kiss, but the hand in his hair keeps him just out of reach. ] I love you, I need you.
[ Moaning in mourning at the loss of Kojiro's hand in his hair, he groans when its weight settles in against his throat and forces his chin up. His whole body feels so tight like an instrument in Kojiro's arms, a tool for pleasure. Kaoru eats it up, too, along with the way Kojiro's bulk envelopes him from all sides. The first thrust is maddeningly slow, pushing a desperate whine from Kaoru as he throws all images of poise to the wind. He doesn't have to pretend with Kojiro, not when he knows that he's a clingy, greedy, horny little bitch just begging to be spoiled. He gets his unspoken wish when Kojiro's thick fingers find the piercing in his nipple again and his hips stutter forward and Kaoru is left breathless between the two sensations. Held tight in place, all he can do is melt into the position and moan Kojiro's name in time with his thrusts. ]
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Kaoru must know. He says it -- moans it -- so often, and it gets him exactly what he wants. Like now, with the hard drive of Kojiro's hips and the hand at his throat. Kojiro knows Kaoru wants that, loves it, and he's far too eager to oblige. It's hard not to, when Kaoru pushes him to the edge of such mindless need, forces him into that place, without even trying. And Kaoru knows that too; knows Kojiro is at his mercy so quickly and easily and happily.
It's give and take. Perfectly. Even if Kojiro still feels like he short-circuits every time Kaoru bares his skin.
But his nipples aren't the only piercings Kojiro wants to feel. He keeps Kaoru anchored with the hand on his chest, elbow braced into the crook of his hip, as the hand on his throat drifts up again. His fore and middle fingers press at Kaoru's lower lip, the rest gripping his jaw to force his mouth open and push both digits inside. ]
Be nice. [ Kojiro growls into Kaoru's ear, because he half expects a bite despite his cock pistoning so well into Kaoru's ass. ]
Pretend they're my cock. Lemme feel that tongue, sweetness.
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Humming at the command, he doesn't bite, exactly, but he lets his teeth scrape against Kojiro's knuckles as they push past. He groans at the demands Kojiro makes, then chokes on a loud moan as he hits his prostate with a well-angled thrust. Eager to please, he sucks on Kojiro's fingers and swirls his tongue around them, then pushes between them so that he can feel the metal of his tongue piercing slide in between. Kojiro has him stuck in place, hips bucking back as much as possible to meet the thrusts, so if he can do his part by sucking his fingers and egging Kojiro on, he'd hardly going to complain. ]
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[ Kaoru really is all his most depraved desires made flesh and bone. The barbell pushes between Kojiro's fingers, a hard edge against the soft heat of Kaoru's tongue, and Kojiro almost loses it. Almost. His hips push hard against Kaoru; pause, for a few moments of breathy groaning while Kojiro collects himself again, or else this will be over too soon. Kojiro's almost undone by this -- hilt-deep in Kaoru, in costume, on his bike, running his hands over all these hidden pieces of him -- he can't help it. Can't help himself. It's all--
Kojiro can't think about it anymore. Kaoru's body is so tight and hot around his cock, he's about to shake apart, and he can't think about it anymore. He's going to take full advantage of Kaoru later; after S, long into the small hours of the morning, he's going to spend ages taking Kaoru apart and turning him out, pulling every last cry and moan from him until he can't even move anymore. But for now? For now, Kojiro grits his teeth and goes to work, hips a sharp, quick staccato, sinking deep into Kaoru with each thrust.
There was good reason for the fingers in his mouth, though. Kojiro pulls his fingertips across Kaoru's tongue while he withdraws them, and in very short order, they find their way down the front of Kaoru's briefs. Kaoru's made them slick enough that it's a smooth wrap around his cock, to stroke along with the heavy pace from behind, and savor the metal he feels there as well. ]
You're so fucking hot, Kaoru. Drive me crazy. Every goddamn day. Love you so fucking much.
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He does his best to suck on Kojiro’s fingers, but the sudden change in pace forces his lips to part when he gasps for breath. Panting around the thick digits, tongue still working them over, he whines at the loss when they pull away. He expects them against his body, Kojiro smart enough not to waste how wet Kaoru had made them, but the trajectory between his legs has him squirming in the tight embrace of Kojiro’s arm. ]
Kojiro, w-wait, I won’t last. [ Shivering as his warning is ignored, his body shakes through twin urges to tense and to melt. Parts of him go pliant while others tighten, and he pushes his hips back onto Kojiro’s cock right before they instinctively buck forward into his hand. It’s been so long since hands other than his own have touched the sensitive barbell through the base of the his cock, and Kojiro works over it curiously, almost reverently. Kaoru moans loudly before he bites down on his bottom lip, teeth meeting the metal of his piercing. People must be arriving, and if someone’s strayed far enough from the main road, they’re bound to have heard him. Hooking up at S is hardly uncommon, but if anyone were to see Cherry with Joe—
He imagines what they must look like, straddling Kojiro’s motorcycle in varying degrees of undress. He’s straining on his tiptoes to stay level with Kojiro, that one strong arm the only thing keeping him from collapsing over the bike. It makes his stomach turn to think they could be discovered like this, but it isn’t an unpleasant sensation. Would Kojiro continue if they had an audience? Would his desire to show off his body extend to showing off how they look together like this? Kaoru sobs from the surprising rush of arousal at the thought, collapsing backwards against Kojiro’s chest as his hips shift desperately between pushing forward and backward. ] Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.
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[ It's a demand more than anything else. Kojiro is so close, he can practically taste it lingering with the growls and moans at the back of his throat; this is too quick and too dirty, but this filth looks so fucking good on Kaoru. Kojiro loves him like this -- loves him all ways, but this is his favorite -- messy and panting, pulled tight, needy, crying, perfect.
It doesn't matter if they're seen. It doesn't matter if they're heard. It doesn't matter if they have an entire audience. All they'd have to do is see Kaoru like this, and they'd immediately understand the importance of it; why Kojiro takes every opportunity he can, and pushes Kaoru further every single time. ]
I want you like this every day.
[ With Kaoru splayed out over him, it's easier for Kojiro to hold him steady, to hook a hand over his shoulder and brace him against the hard drive of Kojiro's hips, unyielding and unmerciful. If Kaoru thought that warning would be anything short of encouragement, he's sorely mistaken. This is Kaoru's penance for being a tease, for loving Kojiro the way he does; this is Kojiro's revenge and worship all at once. ]
Every day, every way I can. You feel so fucking good. You look even better. Never want to let you go.
[ Not at all practical or sensible. But sometimes Kaoru likes to hear his sentimental nonsense, and it's nothing short of the truth anyway.
But Kaoru comes first, always. And it's hell to hold himself back; Kojiro has to bite his lip, because the edge of pain is all that keeps him from coming. He wants to, wants his end so badly, but he wants Kaoru's more. His teeth find Kaoru's neck again, dig in hard, drag a long welt from ear to shoulder as he strokes faster at Kaoru's cock, and his next words are low, strained: ]
And I'm not letting you sleep tonight. So come now.
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He’s weak to Kojiro’s words as much as his touch. It may sound like filth, but there is tender sentiment between each line that Kaoru can feel rumbling in Kojiro’s chest. Though it’s hard to admit, both because he’s a bit shy about it out of bed and preoccupied with other thoughts in it, he wants all of those same things; to feel Kojiro inside of him every day, to not need to let go of each other at the end of the night when they part ways to their respective homes, to pretend like they aren’t in love when they visit each other at work. Kaoru is a greedy bastard in more ways than one, and out of everything he values, he craves Kojiro’s time and attention above all else.
With Kojiro’s hips hammering into him, his hand stroking over him, his words wooing him, there’s little hope that he’ll last. The teeth on his neck are what pushes him over, harsh enough that he knows there will be a lasting mark there he can secretly admire in the mirror later. Kojiro likes to pretend he isn’t obsessed with Kaoru’s flawless pale skin, as if it isn’t as much a canvas for his love as paper is for Kaoru’s brush. Kaoru, for his part, likes the marks far more than he tends to let on. He’s already shaking with the start of his orgasm when Kojiro promises more tonight, and the tension of his body snaps as he comes. His back arches away from Kojiro’s chest as he screams with ecstasy, reaching up and behind him to grip Kojiro’s hair and anchor himself in place. ]
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Kojiro isn't far behind. Kaoru's voice alone, his cries, are enough to send Kojiro over, because he's so hot when he comes that it makes Kojiro's head spin, and it feels like he's been riding that edge since they started. He's only barely able to pull himself out in time, and he buries his face against Kaoru's neck as the pressure finally breaks with a violent shudder. Kojiro groans, long and deep with each hurried exhale, and even spilling across the seat below Kaoru, he can't remember the last time he's come this hard. But maybe he thinks that every time; it just keeps getting better, and if they continue on this kind of upward trajectory, Kojiro's soul is just going to leave his body someday. Leave it to Kaoru to drive him to this kind of high, to make his head swim and his vision blur.
He's still faintly trembling through the aftershocks when he finally lifts his head again, then tips it back with a long groan. ]
Fuck, Kaoru! Nnn, fucking love you...
[ Kojiro's arms both wind tight around Kaoru's waist, to pull him back against his chest and let him rest there for a moment. And so that he can press kiss after kiss to Kaoru's cheek and temple. ]
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Why the fuck— [ He shudders as he feels hot come splash against the small of his back where his clothes have luckily ridden up thanks to their bodies rubbing together. The logical side of his brain, relatively loud in the echoing silence of his mind caused by a fantastic orgasm, says a prayer for Kojiro's clothes as he smashes their bodies together. ] You better come in me next time.
[ Still, he can't be annoyed when he feels like he's floating with nothing but Kojiro's embrace to tether him to the earth, and he lets his head loll back to rest against Kojiro's broad shoulder. He turns his face enough that he can kiss the side of his neck, mouthing at the warm skin and biting down to leave a mark of his own. ] Love you too.
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Not gonna make you walk around leaking my cum all night, baby.
[ An attempt to be thoughtful, even knowing he'd catch hell for it. Better now than a potential later, after Kaoru's had a few hours to wander S with a constant reminder of their pre-gaming. He can be sensible, on occasion, even if it's only when Kaoru's too fuck-drunk to think clearly. Let him be mad about it for a second; he'll thank Kojiro's forethought later.
Kojiro catches Kaoru's lips in a final, lingering kiss, while he shrugs out of his jacket, and sets to work cleaning them -- his hand, Kaoru's skin, the seat of his bike -- with the inside lining. Again, practical; if he goes without the jacket for one night, it definitely won't be missed. And, in case there were any question, as soon as his hands are clean, he reaches up to sink one deep into Kaoru's hair, and hold him fast while he growls into his ear: ]
And I wasn't kidding about later. When we get home, I'm gonna make you forget your own name, so don't be salty about it now. You're gonna get more of me than you can handle after S.
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Grumbling at Kojiro already cleaning up but against appreciating how practical he's being, Kaoru sighs but sets about retying his hakama. It's a bit annoying to do with the shirt largely still in place, but at least he hadn't been completely naked in the middle of the forest.
The grip catches him by surprise and rips a sharp gasp from him, scalp prickling from the treatment. It makes him moan and go pliant again, and it really is such an advantage for Kojiro to know and exploit this weakness—but it feels too good for Kaoru to actually complain. Still, he puts up a front of defiance, smirking at Kojiro like he's just issued a challenge that Kaoru is happy to accept. ] Fucking bring it on, there's nothing you can do that I can't handle.
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[ Totally dichotomous to the rougher treatment, Kojiro's fingertips scrub gently along Kaoru's scalp, all in the wake of a few kisses more along the nape of his neck.
Here, finally, Kojiro sees the danger of engaging like this in public. It's the simple fact that, no matter how satisfying the fuck, he can never seem to keep his hands off Kaoru after. He's dragged up this needling hunger in Kojiro, and sex is rarely enough to sate it. Kojiro's left chasing it every time, even when he can't put a name to the need. More touching, more kissing, more of those sugared words, more of this ever-novel warmth. Whatever it is, he wants as much of it as Kaoru will give him, and it's hell to pry himself away from it.
But he manages. At some length, he carefully lowers Kaoru back onto the bike, and relinquishes his grip with a sigh. That's not to say he allows Kaoru to go away just yet, though. While Kaoru gets to work on his hakama again, Kojiro reaches up to undo that long, rosy ponytail. This, at least, he can help with. He got good at it during Kaoru's injury, and it's only fair when he messed it up in the first place.
It's easier with a brush, but he uses his fingers as a makeshift comb, carefully sorting through Kaoru's hair and smoothing it out between his hands. It doesn't take long to put it right again, and then gather it together to pull back through the tie. ]
There. No one will ever know I just fucked you stupid on my bike.
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His hands pause as Kojiro pulls his hair from its tie and make him shiver all over again. The sensation has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with how good it feels to let his hair down at any point—the sensitivity of his body just adds to that. He hums while Kojiro's fingers brush through his hair and pull gently where it had tangled. He's gotten to be a master of this to the point that Kaoru likes to find reasons for him to help with his hair and the small intimacies that come with it. ]
What a shame. [ He leans back against Kojiro and smiles up at him as he reaches for his hands. They need to get going soon, but for the moment, Kaoru pretends that they have nowhere to be and no obligations to anyone other than each other. Lifting Kojiro's hands, he kisses the callused fingertips and brushes the knuckles with the pads of his fingers. ] Well, I guess that depends on how well you manage to keep your hands off of me for the rest of the evening.
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It feels selfish, stupid, but he wants to keep it for himself. He wants every part of Kaoru -- mind, body, soul -- wrapped up in his arms just like this. He never wants to let it go. He wants to wake up every morning with this absolute peace in his arms, and he wants to end every day with the same serenity on his lips. But this is enough. It always has been, and he tells himself over and over again, but then Kaoru says things like this, and throws that entire dogma into upheaval, because--
What? Does he not want Kojiro to keep his hands to himself?
And Kojiro's always been so fucking impulsive where Kaoru's concerned. At his mercy, totally and completely and at every winding turn. So Kaoru kisses his thick fingertips, and Kojiro smirks while he presses his forehead to Kaoru's temple. ]
Hey, Kaoru. [ There's an impish gleam in Kojiro's eyes, if Kaoru cares to look. ] You wanna beef tonight?
If I win, you gotta slip me some tongue at the finish line, in front of everyone.
the absolute nerve of dw not notifying me of your tag
At the same time, there is nothing he wants more than to be a couple in public who can hold hands as they walk down the street and kiss each other when they part ways. He wants to be a pair, wants to claim Kojiro and be claimed in return, wants women to be jealous of him for being the one to take the casanova of Okinawa off the market. Even though the thought of losing to Kojiro's terms strikes a stab of fear into him, there's a bigger thrill of desire when he considers what it would be like to kiss Kojiro where they could be seen. Maybe, just maybe, S could be a place for them to be out together. They're founding members and respected skaters, and if someone is going to try and out them with claims of seeing them suck face at an illegal event, it would be shooting themselves in the foot by admitting they were there to witness it.
Kaoru sucks in a breath and bites back a snappy retort that nearly bubbles forth on instinct. There's no reason for him to scold Kojiro for suggesting something that makes Kaoru warm all over. ] When I win, you have to kneel in front of me and beg for it.
Wow same rude of it
Kojiro's not sure why he expected anything different. He's not sure he actually did expect anything different, when it comes right down to it. He doesn't know what this is like, after all; there are pain points here that Kojiro can't imagine, because he's never had to live them. Through all the years he loved Kaoru, he was still able to pass himself off as the manly, straight, stereotypical heterosexual; because no one ever asked, and it was easier to just play along and roll with the belief that he'd never be-- a lot of things. Smart enough, hot enough, rich enough, talented enough, whatever enough to pull Kaoru's interest.
But now? Now, Kojiro's smile is like the sun, blinding, lighting up the dead of night, and he snatches Kaoru up in his arms again without warning. ]
That didn't take you long to decide. It's like you were planning it anyway.
[ Kojiro's voice is muffled against the kisses he's pressing to Kaoru's neck, but Kaoru can hear the sly laughter there anyway. Thankfully -- or maybe foolishly -- Kojiro's less prone to worry about the long-term implications of all this. As far as he's ever been concerned, no one who matters is gonna give a shit, and that's all there is to it. No point in overcomplicating something that makes them both so happy. ]
You make losing sound real good, pretty boy. How am I supposed to concentrate on kicking your ass, after that? Cheater.
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I know you're not as familiar with the concept of quick thinking, but it is just one benefit of high intelligence. [ He tilts his head back against Kojiro's shoulder and turns to kiss beneath his jaw in a silent sign that he's ribbing him rather than intending to actually insult. The shift from their dynamic before still astounds him, because they still bicker, but now he can reassure Kojiro through physical signs that it's all teasing and Kaoru's own struggle with allowing himself to be vulnerable. ]
If you plan on letting me win, there's no point in claiming the forfeit. I'm not a thief, after all, so I won't be stealing the race.
[ Going silent for a moment, he covers Kojiro's hands with his own where they rest on his body with their large span and warm weight. Joking about this is fine and all, but he knows that they need to have a serious conversation about the potential consequences of being a little less secretive. ] I need you to be serious...
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[ For once, there's no defensive edge to his tone. Kojiro doesn't have any room or any right to feel wounded here. He might have no idea what he's getting himself into, but Kaoru's already had to live through it. Carrying any anxious burden -- about what will happen, what could go wrong, whether Kojiro can handle this -- is entirely on Kaoru. As far as Kojiro is concerned, they just have to take the plunge and tackle any issues as they come.
But Kaoru overthinks everything. He likes to joke about Kojiro's supposed ignorance, but there's a flipside to Kaoru's intelligence. It's part of why Kojiro is so demanding and rough with him; to arrest that constant barrage of thought, get him out of his own head, even for a little while. Kojiro loves that brain just as much as he adores the rest of Kaoru, but it needs a break every once in a while.
Kojiro's hands shift under Kaoru's, to weave their fingers together, entwine them that much closer. His chin comes to rest on Kaoru's shoulder, and when he tilts his head, he can just meet Kaoru's gaze out of the corner of his eye. ]
I'm serious. I'll be serious. But if you got something to say, then say it.
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Grunting at the way Kojiro squeezes him while closing whatever distance remains between them, Kaoru grips his hands tightly and ignores the fact that he can see Kojiro's eyes in his peripheral vision. Blame it on contacts, or whatever he wants, but he needs a moment of pretending he isn't being watched while he decides whether or not to run from this.
He wiggles in Kojiro's arms until he can get free of them and pull off of the bike. His knees are still weak and his thighs sticky, but he isn't trying to walk away; instead, he turns around and straddles the motorcycle backwards so he can look up into Kojiro's face properly. He wished this could be done in bed where he'd have the stability to drape his legs over Kojiro's hips and cling to him as much as he wants, but he needs to keep his toes on the ground so slinging his arms around Kojiro's neck will have to be enough for now. ]
I think it's safe to be out in S. I'm not saying I want to announce it or anything loud or official, but we're going to be caught eventually even if we try to hide it. We should at least tell our friends, though I'm not sure it's entirely appropriate for the kids...
[ He's overthinking things again, as usual, but this time at least he's doing it out loud where Kojiro can chime in with his very valid opinion. This is a relationship, after all, so his comfort is just as important. ]
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Hey. [ Low, soothing, and plying. ] Whatever you wanna do, whenever you're ready, I'm game. Okay? Don't overthink it. You got me, and I'm not going anywhere.
[ It's probably easier to say that from where Kojiro's sitting. Easier, when he doesn't have the burden of considering and reconsidering every possible angle. So maybe, possibly, baby steps would be better. ]
If you're worried, how about we start small? Maybe 'small' just looks like-- I don't know. Not trying to hide it anymore? Doesn't have to be anything big. Try to think about what we would look like, if we didn't have to worry about what other people think, and treat me like that.
[ Maybe it wouldn't even look very different. They've always stuck close to one another at S, and even had their moments of sexually-frustrated sniping, or -- very rarely -- genuine affection. How much would anyone really question it, if Joe draped a casual arm around Cherry's shoulders, or if Cherry leaned a touch too close to Joe in private conversation? ]
And when we get comfortable with that, we can think about something more. Does that work?
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Sighing a little, he slumps against Kojiro's chest and allows himself to rely on his strength to stay upright on the bike. This evening has barely begun, and already they've had wild sex and an emotionally charged conversation. He feels exhausted, even to close his eyes for a moment and just soak up the warmth radiating from Kojiro's bare chest. Kaoru can hear the reassuring thumb of his heartbeat, too, and moves a hand down from the back of his neck to splay his fingers over his chest. ]
You say that like it's so easy. I doubt anyone would be surprised that I'm gay, but you... pass. Your whole life has been spent as a model heterosexual meatheat. [ He peaks up at Kojiro, leaving the rest of his conclusion to hang in the air—how he doesn't have to give up that safety for Kaoru, how he should seriously consider the consequences of coming out even just in one area of their lives, how it's just as hard to be a bisexual man if not harder.
He makes good points, however, even if Kaoru can't see how things would change much without a conscious effort to be more out about their relationship. Maybe he wouldn't snap as often if Kojiro was more firm about rejecting female advances, or maybe Kaoru would be more likely to seek physical touches to make up after squabbling. It's hard to say, but when he tries to picture them as a couple as Kojiro had suggested, one thing does stand out. ]
I want to wear this. [ His fingers tangle in the necklace hanging between the comfortable pillows of Kojiro's pecs. ]
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wow so many typos in that last tag, my bad
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just putting a bow on this