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Underneath a love like this
Tell me what you feel in a kiss— DPR Ian, Calico
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Kaoru would say he's a vanilla kind of guy. Nothing wrong with missionary with the lights dimmed, in his opinion, especially considering how it lets him hold Kojiro and makes Kojiro do all the work at the same time.
Kojiro always enjoys it too, although Kaoru suspects Kojiro would like him in any and every position known to man, regardless.
It would certainly explain why they're here like this, sixty-nining like they're teenagers.
It doesn't explain why Kaoru's legs keep failing him, why he's struggling to give a simple blowjob when Kojiro arguably has the more difficult task.
Kojiro hauls him up the next time Kaoru's knees slip on the mattress, props him onto all fours again. "That's it, princess," he says, licking into Kaoru all filthy and thorough. "Keep them open."
"Kojiro," Kaoru snaps, before he bows his head when Kojiro's tongue swipes deliciously hot and perfect over his clit. "Ah, fuck."
"You look good like this, babygirl," Kojiro teases, and in the mirror Kaoru sees him suck his finger into his mouth, get it all sloppy with spit. "So good, makes me wanna lie here and eat you out all day."
"As if you have the stamina," Kaoru says, or at least he tries to get most of it out, interrupted by Kojiro's fingers sliding over his pussy, testing, teasing.
"We can try it out if you need the reassurance, baby," Kojiro mutters, and fuck, fuck, fuck, it's impossible to think when Kojiro finally pushes his finger into Kaoru, broad and thick. "Tie you to the bed and have you begging for it."
"I don't beg," Kaoru says, but it sounds weak in his ears, especially when Kojiro withdraws his finger, pushes it back in with a loud squelch.
"You will," Kojiro says far too confidently.
And Jesus, Kaoru should have fucking kept his mouth shut because then Kojiro begins to thrust his finger steadily into Kaoru's pussy, sparks shooting to his aching clit before Kojiro sucks it back into his mouth and Kaoru's knees nearly give out.
"Fuck," he wheezes, has to rest his forehead against Kojiro's thigh.
Kojiro hums against Kaoru's clit and Kaoru thinks this is it, this is how I die. Kojiro's cock jumps against his cheek, still hard and red and dripping a steady stream of precome, but Kaoru can barely string a thought together, let alone lift his head, has to resort to jerking Kojiro off haphazardly.
"That's so good," he whines when Kojiro's tongue, soft and slick, curves around the finger buried inside Kaoru's pussy. "Oh fuck."
And Kojiro, the smug bastard, laughs. "Yeah, baby, that's it."
Kaoru has to stuff Kojiro's dick back into his mouth to keep from saying something embarrassing, like please don't stop, I'll be good, I'll be whatever you want me to be.
He thinks he might actually end up begging after all.
Kojiro groans when Kaoru sucks him down again, burying Kojiro's dick in his throat and relishing the burn in his eyes.
"Fuck, baby." His hips jerk, shoving his dick even further into Kaoru's throat and Kaoru gags, has to draw off in a mess of froth and spit.
Tears stream down his eyes, he can't suck in a proper breath, and Kojiro's fingers are still squelching in and out of his hole, making his legs shake.
"C'mon, babydoll, come on my fingers," Kojiro mutters, sucking carefully at Kaoru's clit again and swallowing noisily at the blurt of wetness. "Come on my face, pretty boy."
Kaoru squeezes his eyes shut, purposefully chokes on Kojiro's dick this time. He's hurtling towards his orgasm with no signs of stopping and it's too much, it's not fair.
Until Kojiro's fingers suddenly pause.
"What—"
And Kojiro's mouth moves in the dirtiest fashion, like a kiss, laving spit all over Kaoru's clit, and then Kaoru can’t breathe when Kojiro keeps doing it, like it's a mouth.
"Kojiro—"
"Baby," Kojiro groans, before—before making out with Kaoru's clit, tongue sliding down the length of it.
Everything is wet and messy and Kaoru whimpers, unable to focus on anything other than the slow movement of Kojiro's mouth and the filthy smacking sounds. "You taste so fucking good, princess."
Normally Kaoru would hiss and protest but he's so close he's going to cry.
And fuck Kojiro because he goes even slower, just enough to keep Kaoru teetering on the edge, not enough to fall over it. "You gonna come?"
"Fuck you," Kaoru spits. "You asshole."
Kojiro's fingers curl up deliciously and Kaoru sees stars. "Nuh uh, babe. Wanna see you beg."
“Please,” Kaoru says sarcastically.
“Try again, honey.”
“Kojiro.”
"Beg." And then, softer, "why are you fighting me? You can have this, you can have everything. You know I'll give it to you."
Kaoru's face burns. He scrubs it against Kojiro's thigh, let's Kojiro's cock jump against his cheek.
"Kojiro, please."
He’s rewarded with another generous swipe of Kojiro’s tongue
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Koji…" Kaoru says, horrified to find he might actually cry.
"Ask me nicely," Kojiro says, soft, soft as his lips against Kaoru's pussy, his tongue against Kaoru's clit.
"Please," Kaoru whispers, trembling with how close he is from Kojiro's mouth and fingers. "Please, Kojiro, please—"
"I love it when you're good for me," Kojiro sighs, and he curls his fingers deep, opens his mouth against Kaoru's pussy.
Kaoru blinks and tastes salt, feels his blood roaring in his ears and his heart seizing and his cunt clenching as Kojiro fucks his tongue alongside his fingers and oh god oh fuck he can't breathe—
"Oh fuck yeah, baby," Kojiro groans, dick twitching in Kaoru's hand. "Fuck, that's so hot."
Kaoru cries out when Kojiro's fingers withdraw only to rub at his swollen clit until he squirts, liquid spraying all over Kojiro as Kaoru's orgasm burns through him.
He's still coming when Kojiro swears and pushes him onto his back, has to blink up blearily while Kojiro shoves his knees apart as he jerks off, spits onto Kaoru’s still pulsing hole.
"Perfect, you're perfect," Kojiro mutters, and then he's spreading Kaoru’s thighs, fitting his cockhead against Kaoru’s hole and bullying his way inside, and all the air that Kaoru managed to drag into his lungs gets immediately punched back out. "Never get tired of this," Kojiro says, eyes going lidded as he slips deeper, huge and inescapable.
Kaoru loves him so much.
"I love you too," Kojiro grins, a young muscled god above him as he fucks Kaoru into the mattress with no reprieve, using Kaoru to chase after his own orgasm, like Kaoru's wellbeing is an afterthought, and it's that which makes Kaoru's fingers ghost against his oversensitive clit, split like a wishbone on either side of Kojiro's cock as it bullies into Kaoru.
"Fuck," Kojiro mutters, looking down at where they're joined, at Kaoru's fingers spreading his pussy apart like he can get Kojiro deeper that way. "You feel so amazing."
Kaoru has no idea how Kojiro is hanging on. He's barely composed, falling forward to bury his face in Kaoru's neck as his hips piston relentlessly and he's groaning things too, things like how tight Kaoru is, how good it is, how Kojiro never wants to leave, oh god—
"I'm gonna come," Kojiro says suddenly and Kaoru nods up at him blearily, "You want it inside you?"
"Uh huh."
"Say 'please'."
"Please," Kaoru breathes, pride forgotten as the serotonin high lasts. "Please, Kojiro, please."
“Good girl,” Kaoru grunts as he starts to come, “good fucking girl, you're perfect.”
Kaoru holds on as Kojiro groans his way through his orgasm, feeling each pulse of his cock inside.
"Love you," Kojiro is saying, hips still rolling. "Love you so much."
And then he brushes Kaoru's hair from his eyes, kisses Kaoru's slack mouth. Kaoru responds in kind, winding his arms around Kojiro's thick neck, digging his knees into Kojiro's ridiculously muscled obliques.
Yes, Kaoru thinks as Kojiro kisses and kisses and kisses him, nothing wrong with missionary at all.
But maybe they might do that again.