[ 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.
[ 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?
[ 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?
[ 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?
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. ]
[ It’s a miracle he’s able to get the sentence out without moaning, given how Kojiro is exploring every piece of metal in that ear. His breathing is coming hot and heavy, stuffy as it’s trapped by his mask still pulled up all the way. Given that he’d rather have Kojiro kissing skin instead of fabric, he raises a hand to tug down the mask and provide them both with some relief from its restrictive nature. It still bunches up around his neck, and he probably should have forgone it entirely for the night. Hopefully the lack of sleeves to the shirt will be enough for Kojiro if he does decide to reach deeper and feel the piercings without a barrier of cotton in the way. He certainly doesn’t seem bothered by it now as his touch drags across one, and if Kaoru had thought the skin-tight fabric rubbing against the piercings all night was flustering, it can’t hold a candle to the focused attention from Kojiro. ]
Who needs a bed? [ He rolls his hips back against Kojiro’s as they buck forward against him, feeling the rumble of Kojiro’s voice shake through his own body from where they’re pressed together. Already he’s reaching beneath his obi to tug at the ties for the back of his hakama, impatient from their conversation and the wait for Kojiro to arrive. ] Besides, your fans would be so disappointed if you didn’t show up tonight.
[ Cute, really. Kojiro doesn't believe a damn word of it. But cute. Almost like JOE's "fans" have ever been anything but a thorn in Kaoru's side, even with the knowledge that he had Kojiro so completely and firmly under his thumb.
Completely. Case in point, Kojiro is not letting Kaoru work through those ties alone. It feels like he's waited a slow-burning eternity to strip Kaoru out of this nonsense, and despite that, he's too eager to see the deed done. Barring-- certain logistical complications. He's following Kaoru's lead well enough, but this clothing is complicated! Why is it so complicated!
There's a notion to rip it. Immediately followed by the notion that Kaoru would rip his face. Kojiro will take certain calculated (stupid) risks with Kaoru, but not when motorcycle sex is in his immediate future, thanks. ]
Kaoru, what the fuck with this? How?
[ Hopefully Kaoru can interpret that as the very polite Please assist me with removing this clothing from your person post-haste that it's clearly meant to be, because Kojiro's distracted again a moment later. It finally registers that Kaoru's pulled his mask down, and that's bare skin begging to be kissed. The hand toying at his nipple drifts up instead, gently cradling Kaoru's jaw even as Kojiro firmly guides his head to one side; to expose the stately column of Kaoru's throat, to drag faint welts down the side with his teeth, all on the edge of a quiet growl. ]
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[ 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. ]
cuz it's classy smut, like for politicians and athletes
[ If only Kaoru could have untied them as well. Kojiro's too thoroughly distracted to be disappointed over the missed opportunities, though. The second Kaoru's ass is free -- briefs or no -- Kojiro's hands are on it.
Kaoru's backside is like a holy grail, and it needs to be revered accordingly. There's not enough time, not enough hours in the day, for Kojiro to extoll its many virtues. He could spend every waking moment like this -- hands cradling, then squeezing, then slipping beneath the waistline of Kaoru's briefs -- and it would still never be enough. He eases Kaoru's briefs away, down just enough to bare his ass, and he can't halt the helpless groan that drifts into Kaoru's ear. He hangs his head against Kaoru's shoulder, shudders, and struggles to regain composure. Fuck, what Kaoru does to him...
Kojiro's already achingly hard. If Kaoru straddling his bike hadn't done it, the mere notion -- let alone evidence -- of his piercings would have been the nail in the coffin. Kaoru can feel it against the small of his back when Kojiro presses forward, desperate for contact, for friction. Maybe Kojiro really is just driven by his desire, but how the fuck is he supposed to keep his head on straight when Kaoru--
When he exists, really. Especially like this. Kojiro's grip shifts, slips closer to Kaoru's entrance before his fingertips encounter-- Realization dawns with a wicked grin. Kojiro catches the edge of the plug, angles it forward, and gives it a short push and pull. ]
Where the fuck do you get off calling me horny when you rode all the way here with this? [ Kojiro catches Kaoru's lips again, briefly, still smirking. ]
You want me to fuck you this bad? [ Another gentle push of the plug, and another buck of Kojiro's hips. ] Ask me nice.
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. ]
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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.
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[ 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.
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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?
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[ 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?
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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?
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[ 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. ]
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[ It’s a miracle he’s able to get the sentence out without moaning, given how Kojiro is exploring every piece of metal in that ear. His breathing is coming hot and heavy, stuffy as it’s trapped by his mask still pulled up all the way. Given that he’d rather have Kojiro kissing skin instead of fabric, he raises a hand to tug down the mask and provide them both with some relief from its restrictive nature. It still bunches up around his neck, and he probably should have forgone it entirely for the night. Hopefully the lack of sleeves to the shirt will be enough for Kojiro if he does decide to reach deeper and feel the piercings without a barrier of cotton in the way. He certainly doesn’t seem bothered by it now as his touch drags across one, and if Kaoru had thought the skin-tight fabric rubbing against the piercings all night was flustering, it can’t hold a candle to the focused attention from Kojiro. ]
Who needs a bed? [ He rolls his hips back against Kojiro’s as they buck forward against him, feeling the rumble of Kojiro’s voice shake through his own body from where they’re pressed together. Already he’s reaching beneath his obi to tug at the ties for the back of his hakama, impatient from their conversation and the wait for Kojiro to arrive. ] Besides, your fans would be so disappointed if you didn’t show up tonight.
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[ Cute, really. Kojiro doesn't believe a damn word of it. But cute. Almost like JOE's "fans" have ever been anything but a thorn in Kaoru's side, even with the knowledge that he had Kojiro so completely and firmly under his thumb.
Completely. Case in point, Kojiro is not letting Kaoru work through those ties alone. It feels like he's waited a slow-burning eternity to strip Kaoru out of this nonsense, and despite that, he's too eager to see the deed done. Barring-- certain logistical complications. He's following Kaoru's lead well enough, but this clothing is complicated! Why is it so complicated!
There's a notion to rip it. Immediately followed by the notion that Kaoru would rip his face. Kojiro will take certain calculated (stupid) risks with Kaoru, but not when motorcycle sex is in his immediate future, thanks. ]
Kaoru, what the fuck with this? How?
[ Hopefully Kaoru can interpret that as the very polite Please assist me with removing this clothing from your person post-haste that it's clearly meant to be, because Kojiro's distracted again a moment later. It finally registers that Kaoru's pulled his mask down, and that's bare skin begging to be kissed. The hand toying at his nipple drifts up instead, gently cradling Kaoru's jaw even as Kojiro firmly guides his head to one side; to expose the stately column of Kaoru's throat, to drag faint welts down the side with his teeth, all on the edge of a quiet growl. ]
things I never thought I’d google for smut: how to tie hakama
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. ]
cuz it's classy smut, like for politicians and athletes
[ If only Kaoru could have untied them as well. Kojiro's too thoroughly distracted to be disappointed over the missed opportunities, though. The second Kaoru's ass is free -- briefs or no -- Kojiro's hands are on it.
Kaoru's backside is like a holy grail, and it needs to be revered accordingly. There's not enough time, not enough hours in the day, for Kojiro to extoll its many virtues. He could spend every waking moment like this -- hands cradling, then squeezing, then slipping beneath the waistline of Kaoru's briefs -- and it would still never be enough. He eases Kaoru's briefs away, down just enough to bare his ass, and he can't halt the helpless groan that drifts into Kaoru's ear. He hangs his head against Kaoru's shoulder, shudders, and struggles to regain composure. Fuck, what Kaoru does to him...
Kojiro's already achingly hard. If Kaoru straddling his bike hadn't done it, the mere notion -- let alone evidence -- of his piercings would have been the nail in the coffin. Kaoru can feel it against the small of his back when Kojiro presses forward, desperate for contact, for friction. Maybe Kojiro really is just driven by his desire, but how the fuck is he supposed to keep his head on straight when Kaoru--
When he exists, really. Especially like this. Kojiro's grip shifts, slips closer to Kaoru's entrance before his fingertips encounter-- Realization dawns with a wicked grin. Kojiro catches the edge of the plug, angles it forward, and gives it a short push and pull. ]
Where the fuck do you get off calling me horny when you rode all the way here with this? [ Kojiro catches Kaoru's lips again, briefly, still smirking. ]
You want me to fuck you this bad? [ Another gentle push of the plug, and another buck of Kojiro's hips. ] Ask me nice.
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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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the absolute nerve of dw not notifying me of your tag
Wow same rude of it
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wow so many typos in that last tag, my bad
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just putting a bow on this