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((thank you kind soul))

[beefyspaghetti]

happily

Any more?

finger guns

[shodo]

Plenty. You already touched upon my piercings, public sex, and using your body as a canvas.

Shibari.

[beefyspaghetti]

on you or me?

[shodo]

Both, though especially on you beneath your S clothes.

[beefyspaghetti]

specific. I can manage that

What else?

[shodo]

In the same vein, wearing sexual items beneath clothes.

[beefyspaghetti]

elaborate on that?

[shodo]

Harnesses and toys. Personally, I don't have an interest in women's lingerie or you looking like a woman in any way.

[beefyspaghetti]

you're easy to please

Done

We'll start with these and work our way through your list

[shodo]

I'm a man who knows what he likes.

Satisfied already?

[beefyspaghetti]

Oh I just thought we'd focus on these for the week but I'll start a list if we're going for a slutty Scheherazade thing

Please continue

[shodo]

No, this is enough for now. I can't give away everything or you may get bored.

[beefyspaghetti]

not a chance

[shodo]

I know you've liked me for a long time and that's why I don't want to push my luck.

[beefyspaghetti]

I can pretty much guarantee your luck's never gonna run out here

[shodo]

How can you be so sure?

[beefyspaghetti]

mostly cuz we're both stubborn assholes

[shodo]

Hm, that's a good point. I'm not just going to give you up without a fight.

[beefyspaghetti]

[WARM FUZZIES]

me neither

You're worth fighting for

[shodo]

[ He's getting them, too, and it makes him more flustered than the sexual things they've been discussing. ]

I'm waiting for you, by the way. You'd better get here soon if we're going to have time before everyone shows up.

also dropping a starter, in case u want filth

[beefyspaghetti]

you're impatient

Almost there

[ Kaoru's probably going to get on his case for texting and driving. Which, okay; granted. But dusk fell to night a few hours ago, and Kojiro is cutting it close. He's hit every fucking red light between Sia la Luce and Crazy Rock, and it works on his last nerve to have kept Kaoru waiting at all.

Kaoru's waited long enough for Kojiro to come around. Since this entire thing finally started between them, Kojiro's made it a point to ask "How high?" when Kaoru says "Jump," and Kojiro has absolutely no qualms about that. He can stand to be a pushover for a little while. Or forever. Kaoru's worth swallowing a bit of pride for, among other things.

But Kaoru hears Kojiro's bike on the ascent, as promised, a few minutes after the text is delivered. He rolls up to the locked gate and kills the engine, grin slowly crawling across his face. Shame he couldn't manage a harness or some rope, but it was short notice; his S costume will have to do for tonight. ]

Come out, come out. And get on. We'll go find a spot.

I always want filth

[shodo]

[ Kaoru doesn’t reply because he doesn’t miss the fact that Kojiro must be driving, and the last thing he needs is further distraction. Standing to one side of the entrance, close enough to the tree line that he could slip away and hide if someone other than Kojiro shows up first, he waits. His own bike is already parked in a clearing off of a side road—a perfect location he’d scouted upon arrival. There may be an air of spontaneity in this arrangement, and plenty of thrill given the location, but at heart he still needs control over certain variables. It also means that when they finish, they’ll be able to arrive on separate bikes as usual. Kaoru can’t say he’d mind if people found out about them, but until they have that conversation, he’s going to play it safe and not push Kojiro further outside of his comfort zone. Which, admittedly, is much wider than previously assumed.

He can hear the engine approaching and smiles beneath his mask. He had managed a few surprises of his own—some requested, others not—but on the surface he looks the same as he does every weekend. Once Kojiro rolls to a stop in front of him, Kaoru steps close enough to press a kiss to his cheek, mask still in place, and then swats his hand away from the handlebars. ]

I found a spot, scoot back. [ Once there’s room, he swings a leg over and sits in front, purposefully scooting back far enough to rub against Kojiro. He revs the engine, bites back a groan as it shakes something inside of him, and then heads towards their destination. It’s easy to get to since he knows that it’s there, but well-hidden from anyone else. Once they’re parked, he toys with the keychain dangling from the ignition and glances at Kojiro over his shoulder. ] On or off?

[beefyspaghetti]

Off.

[ Kojiro reaches around Kaoru's waist to kill the engine again, then slips the keys into his jacket pocket, and the kickstand's out a second later to support them. Hot as it would be to overlay Kaoru's moans with the engine noise, they don't need the damn thing stalling out while Kojiro's focused on fucking Kaoru stupid.

And really, driving his bike is one thing; he'll cede that bit of control to Kaoru, because that's what Kaoru needs. But he's not wrecking his bike -- and themselves -- by accidentally hitting the throttle if they get carried away. ]

So.

[ Kaoru's thighs are fair game by Kojiro's figuring, seeing as they're straddling his bike. Kojiro's hands find them now, spreading wide and squeezing firm, pulling him flush against Kojiro's chest and between his legs. It's impossible for Kaoru to miss the shit-eating grin in his tone. Mostly because Kojiro's right next to his ear, lips trailing along the shell of it with each word: ]

That was... Enlightening. What other secrets you keeping from me?

[shodo]

[ Kaoru bites back a response—coward, given he can guess why Kojiro made the choice he did. It’s a strange thing to feel himself growing less combative, but he knows the reason for that. In this moment, there are far better uses for their energy; in other moments, he has less to argue about now that Kojiro is his. He still feels pangs of jealousy at female attention, but he knows it’s going to be a fact of life for someone as attractive as Kojiro. At the end of the day, they’re together and ridiculously compatible as lovers as well as friends. ]

So. [ He echoes it as Kojiro’s hands start to travel over his legs and manhandle him even closer than before. For all the teasing Kaoru had done over the years about Kojiro’s size and muscles, he was definitely reaping the benefits of both now and not complaining a single bit about it. Even if he sounds far too pleased with himself, how can Kaoru be expected to argue with the brush of lips over the piercings in his ear? It’s been so long since he’s worn them for this long, even longer since they’ve been touched, and it all adds up to increased sensitivity. Kojiro had made his desires very clear, however, so every single piercing was in place tonight. Kaoru didn’t plan on accepting any beefs, not when he was about to get fucked on a motorcycle. ]

No secrets, but one surprise. [ A practical one at that in the form of a plug keeping him slick and prepared for Kojiro. ] And you? Any other fetishes you want to shed some light on?

[beefyspaghetti]

You're pretty inspirational. I'm sure I'll figure out a few more.

[ There's a certain catharsis to all this; it hits harder while Kojiro lightly toys with the hoops in Kaoru's ear, hooking each one briefly with the tip of his tongue. He thought he'd missed out on this, way back when. Just like he thought he'd missed out on Kaoru. Maybe (probably) he's reading too much into piercings, but they're like an extension of this entire beautiful mess with Kaoru. Second chance, hot as fuck, love--

Kojiro buries his face against the side of Kaoru's neck, and the mask may impede his ability to drag love bites into Kaoru's skin, but like hell he doesn't try anyway. Little bites and sharp nips from his jaw to his shoulder, and Kojiro's hands are wandering already. Drifting, pushing past the fold of Kaoru's top and dipping across his chest, if only to confirm--

Yep. There too. Kojiro's thick fingertips drift over one of Kaoru's nipples, over the metal they find there, and he can't help the soft groan that escapes his next breath, nor the jerk of his hips against Kaoru's ass. ]

You're making bed sound real good, though. [ It's almost a growl, low and harsh between clenched teeth. ]