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fushi wasn’t new to these stares that he could feel. yes, he’s caught the other staring on multiple occasions, but he always feels them.
they’re long stares. long, long stares with much meaning behind them. unknown meanings to them, but for kahaku; those meanings were worthy of so much promise. promises of love, yearning and pleasure. had the other let him act on them, their world would be shaken (at least that’s what kahaku believes).
a singular chance is what the successor wished for.
he wouldn’t deny that he’s prayed for that. that saying, he also wouldn’t confess that he’s prayed for that. only to fushi he would. only to fushi.
‘fushi.’ no matter the form, kahaku stared. he knew it was weird at certain forms, but the personality of the immortal is what he yearned for. when they spoke to him, angrily, happily, sadly, no matter the tone; their words made him smile and feel such emotion he never felt before. he knew what it was, but he never felt such intense emotions of it.
‘fushi.’ the name itself could give him shivers. ‘oh, fushi.’ the bed creaked as kahaku rolled around. sometimes the emotions he contained would be too much for them. his body craved more than he could gather.
kahaku’s hands slid around, unsure of what to do. even though the room was pitch black, except for a few glimpses of the moonlight coming in, he knew where his hand desired to go. the exact placement.
this wouldn’t be the first time he’s done such a thing while thinking of the immortal. in fact, there’s been a handful of times. it isn’t so wrong, is what he tells himself now. the first time, he wanted to confess his sins in a church. but that thought quickly got stained as he began to think of fushi as his god and immediately went for a round two.
kahaku laughed to himself at the thought of dirtying fushi in a church, how ironic.
the tightening in his pants caused kahaku to let out a short gasp. he needs it. it’s been awhile since the last time. his thoughts are reoccurring of fushi, but he doesn’t have the necessary time to act on these thoughts.
thinking of fushi makes kahaku think of their last interaction. they interacted so much today, surely enough for kahaku to have a wet dream about them anyways. kahaku propped himself up, spreading his legs out in hopes to lighten the tightening at least a bit, to no avail. it only got tighter as he thought of touching fushi again.
‘fushi looked so beautiful today,’ kahaku’s head falls back, feeling himself against his pants was too much already. the glimpse of fushi’s smile came into his head. remembering how fushi looked at that doll at the shops. ‘so beautiful.’
in the form fushi always defaults to, his hands are so delicate and small. kahaku could only imagine how they would feel.. down there.
even tighter. god, why can’t fushi just know what they do to him?
“fushi,” kahaku finally breathed out, moving his right hand to release himself. it felt odd using his left hand sometimes, due to the nokker. it couldn’t be helped though. kahaku let out a breath of relief when his hand finally grasped around his cock. ‘it should be fushi’s,’ is all he can think.
every squeeze, every slide up and down himself, just brings him that thought. it’s almost as if kahaku would manifest fushi there by just thinking of him as much as he was.
“fushi, fushi, fushi,” their name was a prayer to him. as his breath got quicker, his thoughts rushed more, his hands moved quicker to get to his climax faster; kahaku knew he was close. one last squeeze was all it took.
feeling the results of his climax, he felt disgust. more than disgust, waste. it was a waste. ‘what was the point if it wasn’t in or on fushi?’ kahaku’s own thoughts shocked him at times as well.
the thought of fushi catching his semen in his mouth, his beautiful mouth, made kahaku’s insides warm. ‘again? so fast?’ kahaku was already tired, but he couldn’t sleep pent up. what a curse it was to have such a entity in his life.
a good curse. a beautiful one.
———
fushi knows. no, he doesn’t. he feels. he has a feeling something is up with kahaku.
taking the usual form of the nameless boy often meant he’d get more stares from kahaku. it honestly shocked him initially when he found out. he figured parona would have gotten that treatment more.
no, it makes sense actually. after the proposal, fushi noticed kahaku would stay farther from them as parona. it was a kind gesture; a gesture he wished ayase had been capable of.
fushi was currently idling around uralis, more specifically the now-empty stables. while he knew he should be on his feet constantly, being productive; right now, he felt as if he had no purpose in the moment.
of course, wherever he went meant kahaku would be close behind him. not because he was wary or anything, he just wanted to be there with him.
more long stares. if he was guessing correctly, kahaku’s eyes were currently at his nape. if fushi felt like bragging, he could say he was able to know where kahaku’s eyes were at most times. he’s gotten accustomed to being stared at to the point he could guesstimate where his eyes were traveling.
this ‘skill’ gave him a feeling of power over the other still. even though he was being watched, he could have that tiny bit of power over him.
the gaze made its way down. slowly as if he was nervous to even dare furthering it.
the eyes passed his upper back and went straight to his waist. resting on the left hip as fushi walked.
“something on your mind?” fushi finally spoke. he would let kahaku stare, but not for too long.
the gaze left him immediately, peering to the side.
“no, why do you ask? is there something on your mind you would like to talk about?” kahaku stuttered a little at first, like always. he was a nervous mess with fushi at times, which fushi was fond. it allowed easy laughs (with a little control).
“you were staring again.” his words were followed by silence as fushi guided him inside the empty stable. he didn’t really guide him. kahaku just followed him.
“you said you didn’t mind the last time.”
“i don’t. but there must be a reason,” fushi smiled but he didn’t turn around for kahaku to see it, “you must have something to say right?”
more long stares while kahaku stood in silence.
sometimes the long stares got to fushi, not that he minded.
fushi’s mind wandered. he thought back to when the two of them first met. fushi had let his body age then. something he would always allow to happen during his saddest or happiest moments. he had been in one of his stoops then. kahaku dragged him out of it, unlike his previous ancestors.
like a worshipper he was. always with his “you should do this, read this, learn that,” followed along with his, “i’ll teach you.”
fushi thought back to when he was in parona’s form, tending to the new horse he had been gifted with, thinking about what bon had told him. “make some friends, find a lover.” the giddiness of his tone is what made fushi question so much.
‘a lover?’
he remembered the look on kahaku’s nervous face when he asked him more about it. a nervous mess he was. all embarrassed and interested, almost as if he wanted to be that person. fushi did notice kahaku seemed hurt when he was by others and kahaku would often ask if he had interest in anyone.
those books must have such a heavy meaning behind them to the boy. what really was romance? had it truly been that important to everyone?
or was fushi just that important to kahaku?
“that book you told me to read, i read it.” fushi decided to switch topics, “romance books are so boring now.” he turned just in time to see kahaku worry at that.
as if fushi finding romance boring would ruin something of his fantasy. “you and the others talk about love so much,” fushi walked closer to the other boy.
“that love you keep telling me about,” the words made the hair on kahaku’s neck stand up with a potential offer, one he’s been hoping for, “how about finally teaching me it?” fushi’s eyes held promise in them.
fushi watched as kahaku’s body shivered.
‘finally, fucking finally,’ kahaku’s thoughts rushed. all his fantasies could have came true so quickly.
“he told you to find a lover, am i correct?” kahaku’s right hand rose to cup the side of fushi’s face. he found it enlightening how fushi rested into it, letting his eyes close slightly in relaxation.
fushi let out a sigh when he nodded. “are you volunteering?” fushi’s hand found placement around the wrist of the hand that was embracing him. the warmth was peaceful to him. much more was to come.
“who would i be to decline such a thing,” kahaku moved closer to fushi, bringing his lips close to the others. so close to kissing, but it couldn’t happen just yet. he’s been wanting this for so long. he wanted to savor it, wanted to tease him, wanted to feel everything. “there’s so much to show you, are you sure?” kahaku watched as fushi’s eyes dilated.
fushi could feel the breath of kahaku touch his lips, such a strange feeling for him. “please,” fushi whispered. his eyes glancing down at kahaku’s lips then going back to his eyes. the warmth from from the palm on his face brought such a strange, new feeling to him. the feeling of wanting and need. fushi developed a new craving, one for the boy in front of him.
the feeling of lips touching his made him aware of his breathing, aware of everything around him. the warmth felt warmer, especially the one in his stomach. the warmth that felt like it was traveling down, to his crotch.
unaware of what to do, fushi just tried to mimic kahaku. fushi felt his face scrunch a few times, out of confusion.
“you’re doing fine,” kahaku laughed, letting his left hand finally touch fushi’s waist after being so unsure before. fushi wasn’t aware if this was because of the nokker or if he was too nervous to make contact with him. “i’ll do everything for you. let me service you, please.” fushi’s eyes, that had been off to the side or closed, made contact with kahaku’s. he could see the building up of pleasure in them. fushi could only nod in agreement, moving his arms so they were around kahaku’s neck, being as close as they can be (for now at least).
eventually kahaku’s nervous, experimental kisses turned into a official make out session. small whimpers coming from fushi’s mouth after every single kiss only motivated kahaku more. his hands had found themselves around his waist, his right occasionally groping his ass when he felt enough courage. kahaku couldn’t help but push fushi until he finally backed into one of the gates for a stable, providing them support to lean on.
fushi had moved away to grunt as his back hit the wood harshly, but kahaku’s grip on him stayed and immediately pulled him back. he didn’t kiss him though. he just held him close, listening to his panting. fushi let go of his grip around the other’s neck and let his hands run down his chest, resting on his upper stomach. he watched as his fingers went up and down with his breathing, moving his gaze up to see kahaku staring right back at him.
he watched as the successor moved around, grabbing one of fushi’s thighs and moving it ever so slightly, just to make enough room in the middle of his legs for kahaku to slip in and rest between them. fushi had slumped down so kahaku was towering over him, out of breath and with an unbearable feeling in his lower abdomen. it was such an unknown feeling to him that he didn’t know how to rid of it.
kahaku just watched as fushi’s breathing began to uneven. fushi’s hand found itself tugging on the other’s sleeve, “don’t stop.”
he listened to his command, ‘anything. anything for you, fushi. my love.’ kahaku couldn’t form these words, not yet. it would be too much for now.
he leaned down to kiss fushi more, finding him more eager than anything to kiss him back, opening his mouth more than before as if he was trying to steal all of kahaku.
it wasn’t enough for kahaku though, he wanted more. and more. and more. and more.
fushi found a new, strange pleasuring feeling come from when he and kahaku’s crotches came into contact from their position. every sensation struck fushi hard, making him into a mess. his chin had spit on it, but kahaku couldn’t tell if it was just his or both of theirs.
every chance kahaku had to slip his tongue inside of fushi’s mouth, he took it. fushi’s mouth was notably small, resembling the age of the body he was in. kahaku was reluctant to use his left hand, but it was either using his left hand or letting go of fushi’s ass and using his right. hell, like he’d let go of that. after a small war in his head, he finally grabbed fushi by his jaw with his hand, aggressively (but not
too harsh, he wouldn’t forgive himself if he genuinely did hurt him) tilting fushi’s head so he could get a better angle.
he felt the other’s hand come up to grab his wrist, rubbing small circles with his
thumb on it. kahaku could only think of how
adorable it was. he wanted to protect fushi. he wanted to protect his humanity.
the successor leaned back, allowing fushi to catch his breath. “do you feel it?” he asked breathlessly, almost gasping for air to an extent.
the grip on his wrist tightened, as if the immortal was scared kahaku was going to leave. “i feel,” fushi paused, looking down at where the heat was in his body, “things.” he sighed, leaning back against the stable behind him. the support was very needed, having felt like his oxygen was just stolen from him after such an extensive, intense kiss.
“right here?” the successor leaned over him, moving his right hand down to where his crotch was. instead of touching where fushi desired, he settled for his inner thigh. so close, yet so far. meanwhile, his left hand’s grip grew less intense and simply rested on the side of fushi’s face. kahaku could only feel his own pleasure build up witnessing the expressions on fushi’s face. “oh fushi. you don’t know how long i dreamed of this,” kahaku sighed out. he leaned closer, leaving a trail of kisses.
small pecks trailing from his cheek to his showing parts of his collarbone.
his hand finally touched where fushi’s warmth was at. a moan erupted from the boy’s mouth.
such a beautiful noise for kahaku. something he’s dreamt of, for so long.
kahaku grabbed the waistband of fushi’s pants, pulling them down and hearing the quiet thump they made on the ground. fushi took kahaku by surprise when he quickly discarded of his undergarments without saying a word. such a small action had kahaku in a spiral of praises. many ‘perfects’, ‘so good’ and other praises fell from his mouth as he finally took fushi’s cock into his hand and began to stimulate him. fushi couldn’t help his legs spreading farther, inviting kahaku to get even closer.
fushi’s arm wrapped itself around kahaku’s shoulder and brought him closer to him in order to capture his lips on his. for someone who was so clumsy with his kisses before; he now would whine when kahaku parted from him, only wanting more.
kahaku wasn’t the most experienced, in fact the only cock he’s ever touched was his own, but he knew what not to do and what he liked himself. all he could do was hope that was enough.
pumping up and down, squeezing at the base and letting his finger roll over the slit as he went up. it fit perfectly in his hand. it made sense due to the nameless boy’s body not aging. everything seemed smaller in the fighter’s hand when it came to fushi. kahaku loved it. he loved him.
kahaku knew his climax was close when fushi began letting out high pitched “ah”s, getting higher and higher until it finally came, branding itself all over the other’s hand and parts of his covered chest.
“you did so good,” words of encouragement began to pour out even more, followed along with plastered kisses all over the other’s face. “i’ll help you clean,” but halfway through his words, he fell silent watching fushi in shock.
he had slowly descended to his knees, beginning to fidget with the other’s pants. “it would be unfair to you if i didn’t reciprocate,” fushi almost whispered, a smidge of nervousness came from his tone, “right, kahaku?”
the sound of his name coming off of fushi’s tongue after he had just came by his hand would permanently stain his brain. he would never hear his name the same again. he never wanted to.
“yes,” kahaku sighed as fushi tongued his own hardened cock through the fabric of his clothing. “very right fushi, like always.” using his hand to massage fushi’s head as he learned through trial and error of what to do, he watched as the immortal finally pulled kahaku’s pants down to reveal what he had just been licking. the boy’s eyes flickered and he could already feel himself getting hard again at the sight.
kahaku watched as fushi’s expressions changed between curiosity and lust. he quickly pushed fushi’s hair behind his ears, thinking it’d be a kind gesture.
“it’s okay, take your time.” kahaku whispered. while saying that, he wished it would come faster. he’s never been so hard before, it was too much to bare. he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially in the mouth he’s dreamt about.
after staring for so long, fushi finally took the base of his cock and placed his mouth over the head. kahaku breath escaped all on its own in a gasp. he tried to contain himself with all his might to let fushi do it on his own pace, but he wanted so much more. he couldn’t help as his hips bucked forward, making fushi move his head up in order to fit more in his mouth.
kahaku watched as fushi’s hands held onto his waist, trying to keep himself up to please kahaku. fushi’s legs have spread themselves again, his cock was back up and leaking.
feeling the tongue wrap itself around his head drove him over the edge every time. it felt so good. “so good,” kahaku’s praise struck fushi each time with more motivation. he’d quicken his pace each time. the praise, along with the comforting head massage he was receiving made his hard on worse. it was so much at one time, being so new for him.
kahaku felt his climax by alarm of his stomach feeling tight. “fushi,” he spoke to warn him, but it seemed he had no intent to stop. his hand’s grip on the other’s head became tighter. finally when he came, he saw as fushi’s expression shifted through multiple faces as he swallowed. some didn’t make it, spreading onto his chin with his spit. kahaku quickly hurried down to his knees to check on him. “are you alright? we don’t have to do anything else if you’re not up to it. you’ve done plenty.”
he quickly pulled fushi into an embrace, worried he had pushed him too far.
“no, it’s okay,” fushi wrapped his arms around kahaku as well, resting his head on his chest. fushi’s hard on rubbed against kahaku’s leg and he couldn’t help but grind against it. “it feels,” a whimper between his words, “so good, kahaku.”
“fushi,” kahaku’s eyes gleamed at the sight of fushi’s face, “i love you. thank you.”
“thank you, fushi.”
the stares were a permanent thing. they were going to stare forever. as long as kahaku breathed.