[ 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. ]
things I never thought I’d google for smut: how to tie hakama
[ 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. ]
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.
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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.
also dropping a starter, in case u want filth
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.
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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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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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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