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It wasn’t the first time, nor would it be the last time.
But the nervous anticipation was always the same for Kojiro. He found himself falling into the same pattern of counting down the seconds every time he received an abrupt text from Kaoru, a warning of the other’s impending arrival and an offered opportunity to intervene in his journey before they fell into the throws of passion together.
Of course, he never took such an opportunity.
Kojiro would be minding his own business, often cleaning up after a long, busy night at the restaurant or lounging around flicking through some skateboarding magazine before that little notification would pop up on his phone. The tone always pierced through the silence like a knife cutting through butter, embedding itself in Kojiro’s mind until he was compelled to read it by his own maddening curiosity.
Kaoru’s messages were always short, straight to the point in a way that left no question in Kojiro’s mind about his intentions. He was coming over for one thing. Well, occasionally two things if he was audacious enough to demand Kojiro make dinner for him as well.
And Kojiro would always message back in an instant, offering the other a singular thumbs up emoji as confirmation that he was receptive to his arrival and sporadic meal requests.
And then, Kojiro would simply… Wait.
It was always impossible for him to go back to what he was doing, not when his mind would already be racing with ideas of what he’d do to his best friend the moment he was at his mercy. His mind would always fill with the memories of past shared nights, images of pink locks spread across Kojiro’s pillow accompanied with the soft, breathy sighs of his name.
He’d allow himself to get lost in those thoughts, passing it off as his own way of getting himself riled up before Kaoru got there. But truthfully, he couldn’t bring himself to part with recollections of such intimate moments, not when he knew that nobody else knew Kaoru the way that he did. Both inside and out.
Their arrangement was strictly platonic, of course, even if Kojiro occasionally had to remind himself of the facts from time to time. A simple little friends with benefits situation with zero strings attached. God knew it was what the two of them desperately needed to unwind from their stressful day to day lives.
This particular night, Kojiro found himself perched on one of the chairs at the bar in his restaurant as his eyes remained trained on the door. He wasn’t sure why, Kaoru always texted rather than announcing his arrival with a knock. Kojiro just couldn’t bring himself to look anywhere else as his mind practically counted down the seconds.
Part of Kojiro found himself hating receiving Kaoru’s texts, knowing that he now had to wait the few agonising minutes it would take to get his hands on that pristine, perfect flesh. He’d much rather that Kaoru simply let himself into the restaurant instead of subjecting Kojiro to the dizzying anticipation that threatened to consume him, although with the kids deciding that they were welcome at Kojiro’s restaurant anytime and their disregard for his privacy or social life, it was a risk that neither of them were willing to take.
As much as Kojiro would love to shout from the rooftops that he gets the privilege of touching Kaoru in ways that others only dreamed of, the last thing either of them wanted was their little arrangement to be discovered by anyone else. Especially not any of their group. And god forbid Ainosuke caught wind of what was going on between them…
Kojiro felt his skin crawl as his mind decided to delve into Ainosuke’s hypothetical, filthy remarks that he would no doubt make towards the both of them.
So yeah… Best to keep it a secret.
Kojiro’s eyes continued to bore into the door of the restaurant as he tapped his fingers against the dark wood surface of the bar, as if doing so would manifest Kaoru’s arrival within an instant. The room was silent, save for the large clock on the wall that seemed to mock Kojiro and his impatience with its quiet, rhythmic ticking.
Kojiro had half a mind to rip that thing off of the wall and toss it in the trash, but before he could make any kind of move to rid himself of its irritating, teasing noise, his phone pinged loudly in his pocket. The sound shot a bolt of adrenaline throughout Kojiro’s body as he scrambled to retrieve the device.
Sure enough, Kaoru’s message was displayed on his home screen. Another one of his short messages with zero personality whatsoever, and yet the single word he’d sent was enough to have Kojiro leaping to his feet in an instant.
’Here’
Kojiro caught himself before he could allow his thunderous footsteps to carry him to the door where he’d find Kaoru residing, instead, staying glued to the spot as he forced himself to wait a moment. It was always the same little ritual he had, tacking on a few extra seconds to absolve any eagerness that Kaoru may be able to sense. He would rather die than have Kaoru know that he had been counting down the seconds to his arrival, after all, he didn’t need to inflate the other man’s ego any more than it already was.
A second passed. Then another, and then another, each one dragging on for what felt like years as Kojiro willed time to move faster for what felt like the millionth time that night.
Finally, he deemed that enough time had passed as he made his way over to the entrance with slow, calculated footsteps.
Kojiro found himself cursing as he fumbled with the lock for a moment with clumsy fingers before pushing the door open to reveal Kaoru, who barely even acknowledged the other’s existence the moment he was granted entrance. Instead, he wasted no time in elbowing his way past Kojiro, clearly not wanting to be seen outside the restaurant for any longer than he had to be.
Kojiro was slightly caught off guard by Kaoru’s sudden entrance and quickly regained the footing he almost lost, although it certainly wasn’t a surprise given that he did this every single time he came over.
It was rather ridiculous to Kojiro, given that it wasn’t like anyone that passed would have any idea what he was there for. Any one of their friends or random passersby who happened to see him would simply assume that Kojiro was allowing him a late night meal or that the two of them were simply sharing each other’s company rather than Kaoru getting his brains fucked out of him.
But of course, Kaoru was Kaoru after all. Always so buried in his own mind that he forgets to look at things objectively.
“Somebody’s eager. What? Were you waiting for me?” Kaoru smirked teasingly from behind his mask. His fingers found the hair tie in his pretty pink hair, and with one smooth motion, he tugged the band out of his locks. The long strands tumbled down his back like a flurry of sakura petals, gently contrasting with the pale fabric of his robe.
Kojiro was surprised that he had seemingly come to the restaurant straight from S, still dressed in his skating outfit with Carla tucked under his arm. Clearly it must’ve been a rather uneventful night if he still had the energy to pay Kojiro a visit…
But he certainly wasn’t complaining. To say that Kaoru looked good in his skating outfit would be the understatement of the year… It was a thought that he found crossing his mind more or less anytime they met at S. The way his belt cinched in his waist so perfectly and the way the delicate silk robe only added to his graceful allure…
It made him want to ruin him even more.
They’d had sex after S before, of course, the two of them having parted ways at the end of the night with an exchanged text conversation agreeing to meet at the restaurant once the others would no longer be an issue. That night in particular had been rather intense, the two of them still riding their adrenaline highs after a few victories… Kaoru had all but pounced on Kojiro the moment they were inside.
“Don’t flatter yourself, princess.” Kojiro retorted playfully with an audacious grin. “I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting. I know how desperate you always are.”
Kaoru scoffed, tugging his black mask down to reveal those perfect lips and the light flush of red that painted his pale cheeks.
“You wish. I could’ve easily gone home with anyone I wanted from S tonight and you know it.” Kaoru sneered, his eyes roaming over Kojiro’s form like a starving dog at a buffet table. It was evident that he too was growing rather impatient.
“And yet here you are. Clearly I’m doing something right if you keep coming back for more.”
Kaoru opened his mouth to bite back at Kojiro’s retort, but quickly stopped himself before the two of them could delve into one of their trademark squabbles. Sure, it was practically a form of foreplay for the two of them at this point… But Kojiro could already see it in the pink-haired man’s eyes that he was rather keen to skip to the main event.
“I’ll be upstairs. Do come and join me when you’re done feeding your ego.”
And with that, Kaoru sauntered past Kojiro, the sweet scent of cherry blossoms gently embracing Kojiro’s senses for a brief moment as he moved. Kaoru made his way up to the other man’s apartment without another word as if he owned the place, leaving Kojiro alone once again with that stupid silence and ticking noise combo.
Part of him wanted to linger, wanted to keep Kaoru waiting in anticipation much like the other had made him wait when he sent his stupid text. But the other part of him longed to follow him, to take what he wanted from Kaoru and his body and give in to those desires that had plagued his body since learning of his best friend’s impending arrival.
Ultimately, his pettiness won over, wanting Kaoru to feel the torment of painfully long seconds that seemed to drag on for eternity. Patience was a virtue, after all. One that Kaoru could learn to embrace.
Then again, wrath was a vice…
After a few minutes of Kojiro finishing with locking up the restaurant and switching off the lights, he finally made his way up to his apartment, his footsteps fast and heavy on the creaking stairs and no doubt alerting Kaoru to his advancing presence.
The front door creaked loudly as he pushed it open and he closed it behind him with a soft click.
The first thing Kojiro noticed was Carla deposited next to his own skateboard by the door, and he found himself creeping past her in the hopes that she wouldn’t loudly acknowledge his presence like she sometimes did. That thing always creeped him out. There was something eerie about it, something just a little bit too human and yet not human enough…
God, how Kaoru lived with her, he’d never know. Thankfully, if she was aware of him, she didn’t say anything and simply remained in her dimmed, dormant state.
Kojiro found his legs moving of his own accord, carrying him towards his bedroom as he anticipated Kaoru’s scolding for keeping him waiting.
However, he received no such scolding.
It seemed as though Kaoru had grown impatient in those few drawn out minutes waiting for Kojiro to join him.
The pink-haired man lay splayed out on Kojiro’s bed, his form laid bare for the other to feast his eyes upon save for the silk robe that he’d opted to slip back into after ridding himself of his clothing.
Although it was clear the garment was moreso for Kojiro’s enjoyment rather than offering Kaoru any kind of modesty.
Kaoru was already touching himself; From where Kojiro was stood, he could see two long, slender fingers pressed deep inside his slick cunt whilst his other hand roamed over the pale swell of Kaoru’s chest. The hand between his legs moved in a slow, sensual pace - drawing soft, breathy moans and sighs of pleasure from Kaoru’s lips as he curled the digits inside himself.
Kojiro couldn’t do anything but watch like he was some kind of pervert, his feet rooted to the carpeted ground beneath him as he forgot how to breathe.
Kaoru was… Stunning. A perfect picture of sensuality and lust that anyone would be dying to get their hands on.
Kaoru getting lost in pleasure was always a sight to behold, although he’d never gotten to bear witness to Kaoru taking his own ecstasy into his own hands as it were…
What was he thinking about..? Was he imagining his own hands as Kojiro’s? That he was the one granting him the thigh-trembling pleasure he was currently experiencing..? Was he thinking about their past encounters? How good Kojiro had made him feel in the past? Was he fantasising about what Kojiro had planned for him tonight? Was he-
“You took too long.” Kaoru interrupted his beautiful symphony of moans with breathless words and Kojiro managed to tear his eyes away from the shameless display to meet Kaoru’s gaze. “Keep me waiting like that again and I’ll be sure you don’t get to touch me at all.”
There was an air of smugness to Kaoru’s tone as he purred his disgruntled words, as if he was well aware of the effect that he was having on Kojiro. It was like he could smell his arousal, like he was getting off on the knowledge that, right now, Kojiro wanted nothing more than to pin him down and take him right then and there.
The tiniest moment of pause from the green-haired man had Kaoru huffing in annoyance and pulling his slick fingers out of himself with an obscene noise that Kojiro tried not to acknowledge for his own sanity. He stared up at Kojiro with a look of disbelief that the other would dare not to come when called like the mutt he was. With his hand gone, Kojiro was treated to the unobstructed sight of Kaoru’s soaked, desperate hole clenching around nothing in protest of his retreating fingers.
“Well? Am I going to have to take care of myself or are you planning on contributing anytime this evening?” Kaoru hissed, his golden eyes narrowing into a pointed glare. “I would’ve expected a manwhore such as yourself would be a little more- Ah-”
Kojiro pounced without letting Kaoru so much as finish his string of insulting words, settling between the pink-haired man’s pale thighs and feasting upon him like a starved man. His tongue eagerly licked a long stripe up Kaoru’s cunt and an involuntary groan left his lips as the salty taste of something so uniquely Kaoru danced on his tongue.
That alone was enough for Kaoru to let out a long, broken moan. His head fell back onto the pillow whilst his manicured fingers threaded themselves into Kojiro’s long, green curls.
It was rare that Kojiro was ever granted the privilege of eating Kaoru out, the other insisting that he always got far too carried away and would never give him a moment to breathe whenever he did so.
But how could anyone blame him?
When Kaoru always looked so breathtakingly stunning with his legs wrapped around his head? When his body was always so sensitive and receptive to his tongue that it was easy to pull screams of pleasure from Kaoru’s lips rather than moans?
Any man would be a fool not to take whatever opportunity he was given to eat Kaoru out.
Kojiro wasted no time in running his tongue over Kaoru’s clit, alternating between quick, rapid flicks of his tongue and sucking on his clit in a way that had the poor man’s hips involuntarily jolting with the blinding pleasure that shot through him.
“K-Koji- Fuck- S-Slow down- God! You’re fucking rabid!” Kaoru’s voice cried out between moans of pleasure, his fingers tugging harshly in Kojiro’s hair in a pathetic attempt to get the larger man to go a little easier on him.
Kojiro couldn’t help but take the opportunity to tease Kaoru, pulling away for a brief moment and staring up at him through his eyelashes with a smug look on his face.
“What’s wrong, princess? Too much for you to handle?” Kojiro purred, leaning in to nip at the sensitive flesh of Kaoru’s inner thigh and earning himself another harsh yank of his hair.
“H-Haven’t you ever heard of starting slow?” Kaoru snapped back.
“What? You were impatient and got started without me. I figured there was no need for formalities since you clearly wanted me so bad.”
“I was having a much better time by myself.”
“Well, in that case, I guess I’ll leave you to it.” Kojiro’s smug expression never left his face for a second as he made the tiniest of movements to indicate that he was going to keep his word. Immediately, Kaoru’s grip in his hair tightened tenfold and harshly yanked him back to his rightful place between his thighs.
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Kaoru growled, his tone laden with lust and a hint of desperation that had Kojiro’s cock practically throbbing as it strained against the confines of his pants.
Kojiro could easily drag this out for way longer. He could refuse to touch Kaoru until he was a whining, begging mess and speaking filthy threats in that downright pornographic tone that was reserved for Kojiro and Kojiro only… But his own self restraint was dwindling by the second and quite frankly, his own arousal was beginning to outweigh his need to torment Kaoru.
Without so much as another word, Kojiro resumed his ministrations, returning to eating Kaoru out like he was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted.
Kaoru’s loud moans filled the room once again as every small movement of Kojiro’s tongue against his clit sent waves upon waves of blinding pleasure throughout his body.
As if predicting Kaoru’s next movements, Kojiro suddenly reached out and grabbed one of his hands to prevent it from making its usual attempted journey up to cover the smaller man’s mouth in an attempt to muffle the filthy noises. This, of course, earned Kojiro a dangerous glare from Kaoru, a visible sign of his embarrassment and disapproval but he made no effort to pull his hand out of Kojiro’s.
As a reward for such good behaviour, Kojiro’s free hand moved to caress the sensitive inside of Kaoru’s thigh and he found a strangely sadistic pleasure in the way his muscles were trembling from just how good he felt. His hand travelled along the soft, pale expanse of Kaoru’s leg, moving higher and higher until his fingers gently brushed against his soaked cunt.
Without a moment of hesitation, Kojiro pressed a single, thick finger inside Kaoru and watched as the pink-haired man’s face contorted with an overwhelming ecstasy. A long, drawn-out moan of Kojiro’s name left Kaoru’s lips as he began to thrust the digit inside him, curling it against his sensitive walls in a way that had him gasping for air.
Kojiro knew that it was almost too much for him to handle, that Kaoru’s body was far more sensitive than the other would ever verbally tell him… But he knew his body by now. And that knowledge only served to spur him on further. To push Kaoru to the brink of ‘too much’ and watch him lose all composure.
It was clear that Kaoru could sense the complacent upward tug of his cheeks despite his mouth remaining occupied, and sure enough, Kaoru’s fingernails sunk themselves into his scalp in a wordless moment of retribution. Jolts of arousal shot through Kojiro’s body at the sensation, being made painfully aware of his hard, leaking cock that was begging to be touched.
Another finger joined Kojiro’s pressed deep inside Kaoru as he continued lapping at his clit, finding himself selfishly eager to move things along just so he could bask in the satisfaction he always got from watching Kaoru come undone at his touch.
And evidently, Kaoru was equally as desperate to chase his orgasm with the way he willingly clenched around Kojiro’s fingers and his hips thrust against the skilled movements of his tongue.
“Koji- Oh- Don’t stop! Fuck- Don’t you dare stop!” Kaoru’s voice cried out, straining as his moans toed the line of becoming screams and his thighs involuntarily clenched around Kojiro’s head to keep him exactly where he needed him.
Kojiro happily complied as he forced his fingers deeper inside Kaoru and continued to curl and thrust them inside him like he had done dozens of times before. They’d had this little arrangement for a while now, and Kojiro knew Kaoru’s body better than he knew his own at this point. He knew what he liked, what he needed to get him off, what to do to give him the most earth-shattering, eye-rolling orgasms possible… It was no wonder he kept coming back for more.
With one final practiced suck of Kaoru’s clit, the pink-haired man let out an ear-splitting wail of Kojiro’s name as he reached the crescendo of his pleasure. Those perfect thighs clamped down around Kojiro’s head in a vice-like grip and Kaoru’s body tensed and convulsed as he rode the intense jolts of pure ecstasy that Kojiro granted him.
In that moment, Kojiro truly couldn’t believe how lucky he was, that this beautiful creature that lay before him would willingly share such a moment of vulnerability with him. That Kaoru was the one that sought out Kojiro and Kojiro alone to grant him relief from his sexual frustration…
It was certainly an ego boost to say the least.
Kojiro, being as insatiable as he was, didn’t let up for a moment. Opting to let his tongue continue moving over Kaoru’s clit until the other man was panting and whining with overstimulation.
“T-This is why I never let you do this.” Kaoru eventually hissed, although his pointed words came out as more of a mewl than anything else as he harshly pulled Kojiro’s head from between his thighs and gave him a piercing look. “You never know when to stop, do you?”
Kojiro couldn’t have stopped the whine that left him even if he tried, immediately missing the taste of Kaoru on his tongue. He reluctantly withdrew his fingers from Kaoru’s sensitive cunt and whilst maintaining their shared eye contact, began licking them clean.
“Oh, I know when to stop… I just don’t want to.” Kojiro sneered at Kaoru, enjoying the way the other stared at him with a look of lust and disdain as he cleaned his fingers. “You sound best when it’s too much for you to handle.”
Kaoru let out a breathless scoff of indignation at Kojiro’s words, his hands parting from Kojiro’s hair and moving to brush the long, pink strands of hair out of his own sweat-sheened face. As he did so, he let his golden eyes trail down to the rather obvious tent in Kojiro’s pants and observed him with a hungry look for a brief moment.
“I’ll show you ‘too much to handle’.” Kaoru purred, somehow managing to haul himself into a sitting position despite the boneless feeling he was left with after his orgasm had sapped most of his energy.
Kojiro’s cock twitched in anticipation as Kaoru made his slow, calculated movements, watching the larger man with desire-laden eyes and crawling over to the edge of the bed like a predator stalking its prey. The white silk of his robe clung to his skin with the dampness of his flesh and Kojiro found himself silently wishing he could take a picture to capture the moment. Something for his personal collection, a sight that no other would ever get to witness.
“Oh don’t look at me like that, handsome…” Kaoru purred as his fingertips toyed with the zipper of Kojiro’s pants, easing it down almost painfully slowly. “I only bite when you piss me off…”
Kaoru knelt on the mattress, his height matched with Kojiro’s who was standing on the carpeted floor at the foot of the bed; Without hesitation, he leaned in to graze his teeth against the sensitive, tanned flesh of Kojiro’s neck.
“Well..? Are you going to behave?” Kaoru breathed heavily, still partially recovering from his previous exertion. His teeth nipped at Kojiro’s skin, pulling a sharp but heavy breath from his throat.
Kojiro could barely even think as Kaoru’s fingers dipped into his unzipped pants, lightly grazing against his cock. He always made an attempt to be the one in charge, to be the one that told Kaoru what to do and what he was allowed. And occasionally, Kaoru went along with it, allowing Kojiro to take the lead and put him in his place whilst he’d play the role of the disobedient little sub well… But there were so many times where Kojiro simply couldn’t keep control, where Kaoru would push back and he’d unwillingly roll over like he was nothing more than a trained dog.
“I said…” Kaoru purred, his tone laced with impatience as he caressed Kojiro’s cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. “Are you going to behave, Joe?”
Kojiro’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes refused to focus, a shiver of arousal wracking his body.
“Y-Yes…” He finally managed to say after mustering all of his strength to utter a single word. It was pathetic, humiliating to relinquish what little control he had left without a single attempt at regaining it… But Kojiro knew Kaoru’s game. When he wanted control, he was going to take it.
“Good boy.” The words were laced with pure filth as they slid from Kaoru’s tongue with ease.
With that, Kaoru parted from Kojiro and sat back on his heels. He chewed on his bottom lip briefly as he considered Kojiro’s fully clothed form before him, as if he was trying to figure out exactly what he should do with him. Kojiro, on the other hand, could barely even think about anything other than Kaoru’s almost bare body as he gazed at him like he was made of stardust and moonlight in its purest form.
It had come as a shock that Kaoru had very little experience with sex before he and Kojiro embarked on their agreement. Sure, Kaoru’s stand-offish and professional attitude did make him somewhat unapproachable unless you knew what he was truly like… But what he lacked in approachability, he made up for in looks. He couldn’t fathom how anybody could look at such perfect fox-like features and long, silky, soft hair and not immediately be entranced by him.
“Strip.” Kaoru’s voice derailed his train of admiration as it cut through the silence that had settled in the room. “Lay on your back when you’re done.”
Kojiro wasted no time in obeying Kaoru’s demands, refusing to acknowledge the thought of how he’d earn more of those sinful praises that fell from Kaoru’s lips. Although he couldn’t miss the way Kaoru practically devoured him with his eyes, keeping that icy-hot stare on the hem of Kojiro’s shirt as it moved up to reveal the large expanse of muscle and abs.
Kojiro kicked his clothes off into a messy pile in the corner of the room, not caring too much about where they ended up in his eagerness. Relief flooded his veins once his cock was freed from the tight confines of his boxers and it took all his self control not to steal more than a quick glance at the way Kaoru was staring at his body with unfathomable hunger.
Kojiro crawled onto the bed and lay on his back as Kaoru had instructed, letting out a grunt of relief as his head hit the pillow. He hadn’t realised just how sore his body was after such a long, grueling shift at the restaurant; And he found himself silently thanking Kaoru for granting him the relief of resting his aching feet.
But as Kaoru swung his leg over Kojiro’s larger form to straddle his hips, it became very clear that he had anything but rest in mind for him.
“You always look good underneath me.” Kaoru purred, slowly but methodically grinding his ass back against Kojiro’s cock as it twitched against the silk fabric of his robe.
A hiss of pleasure escaped through Kojiro’s gritted teeth as he involuntarily thrust his hips up against Kaoru. He knew he looked pathetic, but what little dignity he tried to retain was quickly discarded in favour of a desperate attempt to gain more of that delicious friction.
Of course, this was the wrong move, and Kaoru made it very clear that he disapproved by lifting himself up with trembling thighs as a hand braced itself on Kojiro’s muscular chest.
“Mm. I don’t think so.” Kaoru purred at Kojiro, a sadistic glint in his eyes as an involuntary whine left Kojiro. Large, tanned hands slipped under the delicate white fabric of the robe to grip Kaoru’s waist with an almost bruising grip, although Kojiro quickly refrained from pulling Kaoru back down without permission.
“Kaoru… Please.” Was all Kojiro could manage through panted breaths. His fingers trembled slightly as his grip tightened on Kaoru’s body. “I… I need you…”
Kaoru shivered in delight as he watched Kojiro on the verge of falling apart, Kojiro's big, brown eyes staring up at him and shimmering with pure, unfiltered desperation.
Any other time Kaoru would make Kojiro beg. He would make him earn the privilege of being touched, of even deserving Kaoru’s attention… But for once, whether out of the kindness of his own heart or his own unwavering arousal, he took pity on him.
“Pathetic…” Kaoru purred as he bared his teeth in an animalistic grin, the degrading word only serving to send an almost painful jolt of desperation through Kojiro’s cock.
Without a single qualm, Kaoru reached between his spread thighs with his free hand and wrapped his fingers around Kojiro’s weeping, desperate cock. A perverse smirk plastered itself across Kaoru’s face as he felt Kojiro’s cock throb in his hand, seemingly satisfied with how much he’d riled the poor man up.
Kojiro had found himself on the more… Well-endowed side of the male population, a fact that he was a little embarrassed about and Kaoru was delighted by. Their first time, the two of them had severely misjudged Kaoru’s capabilities of being able to take him in his entirety (not for lack of Kaoru’s trying and determination) and it certainly took more than a few of their little meetings for Kaoru to start getting used to the trials and tribulations that came with trying to take a dick that was practically the size of his forearm.
But Kaoru was stubborn. He always had been. And now, with the sheer amount of practice he’d put in over the past year or so, it was easy to say that he was somewhat of a pro when it came to handling Kojiro.
Kaoru slowly lowered himself down again, hovering above Kojiro’s hips as he pressed the tip of his cock against his soaked entrance. With a slow, steady breath, he allowed himself to sink down, his thighs trembling as his body tried its best to accommodate Kojiro’s thick length as it practically split him in two.
Kojiro hissed in pleasure as his length was enveloped in Kaoru’s tight walls, fingernails sinking into the smaller man’s waist and leaving behind little crescent-shaped indents in his pale flesh.
“Kojiro… Fuck…” Kaoru panted as a shiver of pleasure visibly wracked through his slender body as it took inch after inch of Kojiro’s cock before finally, Kaoru’s ass met muscular hips and he was fully sheathed inside of him. “Always feel so good inside me…”
Kaoru paused in this position for a moment, breathing hard as he allowed himself to get properly re-acquainted with Kojiro’s body. He took the opportunity to sweep his long, pink hair back and out of his face, gathering it up and tying it back into a messily constructed ponytail to fully reveal the delicate features of his face contorted into a blissful and broken expression.
Kojiro had to admit that this was one of his more favoured positions when it came to sex with Kaoru specifically. Sure, part of it was due to the element of Kaoru taking control which always turned him on beyond words… But like this, he could appreciate all of Kaoru’s expressions that were reserved only for him; The way he bites his lip and braces himself on Kojiro’s chest as he fucks himself on his cock… The way his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fell shut as he lost himself in the intense pleasure that seemed to tingle in every inch of his body.
“Beautiful…” Kojiro muttered under his breath, basking in the way Kaoru’s cheeks burned and he tried to force a scowl onto his face with little success.
A large hand moved from Kaoru’s waist, gently caressing its way up his toned stomach, the soft swell of his breasts, the beautifully carved juts of his collarbones until it reached its destination. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kaoru’s face, tucking it behind his ear before his hand returned back to hold his waist under his robe.
Kaoru didn’t verbally entertain Kojiro’s compliment, but rather rolled his hips to grant them both the friction they so desperately needed. Mirrored gasps fell from their lips as Kaoru lifted himself up with his thighs and hands braced on Kojiro’s chest so that only the head of his cock was pressed inside him. And then without hesitation, he slammed himself back down, taking Kojiro in his entirety and letting out an obscene noise as he did so.
Kaoru immediately settled into a steady pace as he rode Kojiro like it was the last thing he would ever do. Their shared gasps and the sound of skin against skin echoed throughout the once silent room, igniting the still air with hot, humid electricity that seemed to dance against their bare and, in Kaoru’s case, partially clothed flesh.
“Kaoru… Fuck- God… You always know how to make a man feel good, princess…” Kojiro panted through broken moans. His hands on Kaoru’s waist aided the smaller man, lifting him up and dropping him down onto his cock again in time with Kaoru’s own movements as he greedily chased every flash of pleasure that crackled through his very core.
“R-Rather bold of you- Ah- to assume I’m trying to make you feel good…” Kaoru bit back with a cruel chuckle as he continued his movements, his composure slowly cracking and splitting at the seams. “Y-You- You’re a toy to me… You serve me and my n-needs…”
Instead of coming back with a retort, a whine bubbled up in Kojiro’s throat at Kaoru’s words as he accepted his place without question, his hips bucking up to meet Kaoru’s and pulling a loud, broken wail of pleasure from his lips as the tip of his cock briefly grazed his cervix.
There was something strangely arousing about Kaoru’s apathy towards Kojiro’s own pleasure, something deep inside him stirring awake that longed to obey Kaoru and renounce all autonomy to be his toy and nothing more. Although as quickly as it was acknowledged, it was cast aside by Kojiro’s brain. Self-discovery could wait; Right now, he wanted to live in the moment. He wanted to savour every single second of Kaoru...
Kojiro leaned up to press hot, open mouthed kisses to the column of Kaoru’s neck as he continued to thrust up to meet him, his lips trailing down to the soft skin of his chest and venturing further until they reached his breasts. His tongue immediately darted out, flicking over one of Kaoru’s nipples before sucking it into his mouth just like he knew Kaoru liked.
A moment of pride consumed Kojiro as Kaoru threw his head back in response, his lips parting in a loud gasp whilst his hands moved to grip Kojiro’s hair in a desperate bid to keep him in place. Of course, Kojiro had no intention of moving for as long as Kaoru would let him stay like this, finding himself eager to bear witness to Kaoru falling apart at his touch alone and gratify himself in his self-admiration.
It wasn’t long before the movements of Kaoru’s hips began to grow more frantic, greedily chasing his second climax of the night as he raked his perfect, long fingernails down the muscular expanse of Kojiro’s back.
“C-Close!” Kaoru warned with a broken gasp.
Overwhelming pleasure shot through Kojiro’s body with every little move of Kaoru’s body as his cunt clenched around him like a vice and his fingernails sunk into his flesh. He felt his own core burning, flames of desire and sheer bliss fanning at every nerve in his body as it threatened to set him alight.
Kaoru’s panted moans of Kojiro’s name and mixtures of both praising and degrading words all faded into an amphigory of euphoria as he began to reach his peak for the second time that night, inching closer and closer to the edge as he continued to slam himself down like his death was imminent if he didn’t.
With a loud sob of Kojiro’s name, Kaoru’s slender body convulsed in the larger man’s hold as his orgasm ripped through his body violently. Overwhelming, unfiltered pleasure was sent tearing throughout every single fibre of his body as he rode out his high with wild abandon.
Kojiro couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the sight even if he tried. It was always the same, the way Kaoru’s lips fell open and pink strands of hair clung to his sweat soaked forehead, along with the way his robe stuck to his clammy skin... It was, for lack of better words, a masterpiece. A work of art that Kojiro could proudly name his magnum opus. If he were a little less selfish, it would be hung upon the walls of the most prestigious galleries for all to bear witness to the beauty that was Kaoru. But Kojiro was ungenerous in that sense. He liked to keep the allure of his painted canvas to himself. And so, he did. He continued to recreate this monument to his desires when presented with the opportunity, and he took great pride in knowing that it was for his eyes to feast upon only.
Kaoru slumped forward, resting his damp forehead against Kojiro’s muscular shoulder as all tension in his body seemed to drain from his delicate frame. Kojiro, of course, didn’t let up his brutal pace for a second even if Kaoru’s own movements became weak and uncoordinated. He couldn’t help himself, spurred on by the sight of Kaoru reaching his peak and the intense fervor that took root inside his own body as a result.
“Koji…” Kaoru whined. God - He sounded ruined. “Inside… Please…”
Kojiro didn’t have to be asked twice.
He shifted his hips slightly as his hands moved to the soft juts of Kaoru’s pelvis and lifted him up to take a little strain off of the smaller man’s body. Once situated comfortably, Kojiro continued the harsh motion of his body as he chased his own climax. As if his body was acting of its own accord, he found his mouth travelling to where Kaoru’s collarbone met his shoulder and he nudged the white silky fabric of Kaoru’s robe out of the way, gently nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin there and feeling Kaoru shiver as he left deep red marks in his lips’ wake.
Leaving marks on each other was something that the two of them silently enjoyed a great amount despite the fact that they had never explicitly requested the other to do so.
But they didn’t have to.
Kojiro knew Kaoru well enough to know that his lack of scolding and resulting coos of the green-haired man’s name was more than enough of an invitation to continue. Of course, Kojiro never felt right assuming things during sex no matter how certain he was. But a whispered mumble of “Is this okay?” during their shared moments, Kaoru’s breathless affirmation was all Kojiro needed to whisk away any concerns he may have.
Perhaps leaving marks upon that pristine, delicate skin ignited something possessive inside him, like he was claiming Kaoru as his property and vice versa.
Perhaps Kaoru felt the same way, knowing of Kojiro’s aversion to covering his physique and yet still continuing to leave behind those dark purple marks and deep, red scratch marks that were barely covered by his improperly worn skating jacket… Kojiro didn’t miss the way Kaoru’s eyes lingered on him at S, the way honey eyes traced over his marked body as if reliving their shared moment right there in front of everyone.
Of course, everyone simply assumed that Kojiro had just taken one of his fans home in order to earn himself those marks, and nobody ever questioned it. None of them would ever know the true culprit, that the artist of his stained skin was none other than Cherry Blossom himself.
Maybe that was why Kaoru enjoyed it so much… Seeing all those people staring at Kojiro and assuming that he was some kind of manwhore when it was Kaoru who he was bedding almost every night. It was his very own dirty little secret.
Kojiro was his dirty little secret.
That thought alone pulled Kojiro over the precipice of euphoria, burying his cock deep inside Kaoru as his release hit him like a tidal wave and he filled the pink-haired man just as he’d wanted. A splintered shudder of Kaoru’s name was uttered as his eyes rolled back into his head, a never ending flood of sheer bliss billowing throughout the entirety of his anatomy that threatened to drown him.
After what felt like an eternity, Kojiro crested the surface of his pleasure once again and allowed himself to slowly swim back to the real world.
The first thing he felt was Kaoru’s lips against his neck, suckling at the skin in turn and easing him back to reality as he slowly pushed the larger man down so that his spine met the mattress once again. Using all of Kojiro's strength, a heavy hand weakly lifted to meet a few loose soft, pink strands of Kaoru’s hair, pushing it out of his face so that his mouth could continue its gentle movements against his flesh uninterrupted.
“Still with me, handsome?” Kaoru muttered against his sweat-sheened skin. He paused, pulling back so that Kojiro could see something similar to care in his golden eyes as they studied his expression. That damn robe was still clinging to his body, although one side of the fabric had fallen off of his shoulder and bared his marked skin to Kojiro’s gaze once more.
“I should be asking you that… Thought I was too much for you for a moment there.” Kojiro chuckled gruffly as he continued to smooth his fingers over Kaoru’s hair before his hand came to rest on his flushed cheek. Kaoru scoffed at Kojiro’s words, feigned outrage peering back at the larger man despite the way he leaned into his touch.
“You wish. I’ve had vibrators deal more damage than you.” Kaoru huffed as he settled himself to rest on Kojiro’s chest more comfortably.
“Oh? You’ll have to show me sometime.”
“Pervert.” Kaoru grumbled, although Kojiro didn’t miss the way he grew more flustered at the mention of putting on a show for him.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me now, princess… You look good touching yourself. It’s a shame you’ve never let me watch before.” Kojiro snickered as he watched Kaoru’s face burn impossibly redder, clearly embarrassed that he’d allowed himself to get to that point of desperation.
“...Whatever.” Kaoru dismissed. His lack of argument sparked a small glimmer of hope inside Kojiro that next time Kaoru would at least consider indulging his voyeuristic desires.
The two of them lay like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of their shared orgasms and alternating between comfortable silence and light, playful bickering.
As much as Kojiro enjoyed sex with Kaoru, he always found himself looking forward to this aspect of intimacy even moreso than the act itself. It was rare that they ever just got to be the two of them. They had spent so long being Cherry and Joe at S and in front of the others that they seemed to have forgotten just what it was like to be Kaoru and Kojiro again.
Even before their arrangement, the two of them would meet up at Kojiro’s restaurant to discuss S, or Adam, or the kids, or Kojiro’s latest menu experimentation, and it was clear that neither of them knew where their real selves started and their skater personalities began. At least, not until they had spent a few hours decompressing in each other’s company, but even then those moments were short-lived, cut off by the night growing old.
But… This. This had saved them, in a way.
At least in Kojiro’s opinion.
All of these late night meetings and the intimacy that came with their passionate affair had drawn the two of them closer than either of them would have ever expected. Additional meetups outside of their regular ones and learning how to be themselves again in each other’s presence had rekindled their friendship in a way that they didn’t know that they needed.
Before, Kojiro couldn’t remember the last time they had so much as touched each other out of affection, simply because it ‘wasn’t like Cherry and Joe’ to do so.
He hadn’t even realised how much physical touch meant to him in a friendship until this past year… When he found himself craving Kaoru’s hands on him, his lips against his skin, even just laying next to each other in bed with minimal contact… It was a journey of self-discovery and happiness that he had unknowingly embarked upon, and one that he was very happy with the outcome of (even if the others had observed how much more clingy he’d become with all of them).
Of course. Their first time together had been way more awkward than either of them had anticipated. They’d had to work up from simply cuddling because the sensation of each other’s hands and soft caresses had felt too foreign to dive straight into the deep end… And there had been a brief moment where Kojiro wondered if they were going to be able to go through with it.
And now here they were.
Now Kaoru was laying on his chest, practically melting at Kojiro’s soft touches and the warmth that radiated off of his skin, and Kojiro couldn’t be more satisfied with their friendship.
“Mm… I should probably go before I fall asleep…” Kaoru hummed as he blinked open his heavy eyes and peered up at Kojiro with something that he delusionally named as reluctance.
“You know you’re always welcome to stay the night…” Kojiro chuckled, cupping Kaoru’s sleepy face and turning his full attention to him.
“And risk the kids letting themselves in for breakfast? I don’t think so…” Kaoru yawned as he forced himself upright so that he was straddling Kojiro’s hips once again.
Kojiro couldn’t say that he blamed him, part of him regretted giving the kids a key for emergencies, because apparently now an emergency constituted Reki, Miya and Langa preferring Kojiro’s breakfast omelettes rather than the food they had at their own homes. Of course, Kojiro didn’t mind. His heart was warmed at the fact that they saw his home as their own and as a safe place for them to go. He just wished it didn’t mean he’d have to sacrifice sleeping alongside Kaoru…
“Let me give you a ride home, at least…” Kojiro offered, his hands moving to Kaoru’s clothed waist and helping to ease him off of his cock as the other began making his moves to leave. A mutual shiver ran through the both of them at the sight of Kojiro’s release dripping down Kaoru’s thighs, although neither of them dared to speak a word of acknowledgement.
Instead, visibly embarrassed, Kaoru moved quickly to sit on the edge of the bed with his back turned to Kojiro in an attempt to retain whatever little dignity that he had left.
“What? And have all our neighbours see you taking me home this late at night? You’re a moron. It’s like you want everyone to find out about this.” Kaoru huffed, not facing Kojiro as he pulled his mussed up, pink hair free from its hairtie and set to work on re-tying it in a way that was a little more presentable.
“You need to stop being so paranoid, Kaoru…” Kojiro muttered, reaching out to lightly trace little shapes across Kaoru’s back and enjoying the sensation of the soft silk robe beneath his fingers.
Kaoru paused the movements of his hands tying up his hair briefly, his shoulders sagging slightly as if he was silently admitting defeat.
Kojiro would never hear the words ‘You’re right’ ever uttered in his direction by Kaoru, that was a fact that he had learned to accept back when they were barely even able to read, but Kaoru had his own ways of conveying the same sentiment in little mannerisms that Kojiro had etched into his memory.
“Let me get cleaned up first.” Kaoru resigned eventually after a moment of silence as he finished tying up his hair, subconsciously leaning back into Kojiro’s fingers pressed against his back as his muscles ached with the exertion of sex combined with his prior engagement at S.
“Anything you want, princess.” Kojiro’s tone came out lightly mocking, although there was a soft smile on his lips as he spoke.
Despite Kaoru’s qualms about being dropped off so late at night and his insistence that he needed to get cleaned up before they left, he made no effort to move. Instead, he stayed seated on the bed, his eyes falling shut as he melted against Kojiro’s hand on his back.
“Feels nice…” Kaoru muttered softly after a few moments.
Kojiro took Kaoru's approval as an invitation to pull himself into a sitting position, manoeuvring himself behind Kaoru so that he could press both hands to Kaoru’s back and massage his sore muscles through the thin fabric. This pulled an approving noise from Kaoru’s lips, somewhere crossed between a moan and a sigh of relief as he sagged against his best friend. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from Kaoru, a moment that Kojiro would lock away in the back of his mind with his fondest memories.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at this robe in the same way again…” Kojiro admitted, his voice low and soft in order not to startle Kaoru out of his moment of bliss as he continued to knead at clothed flesh.
“Good. Then you’ll know how it feels…” Kaoru cast a smug smirk over his shoulder, his eyes squinting in a cat-like way as he took in Kojiro’s confused expression.
“It’s awfully distracting trying to focus on skating when you’re covered in reminders of our little arrangement…” Kaoru offered in explanation, seemingly satisfied with the embarrassment that painted itself upon Kojiro’s face as he realised that he wasn’t delusional after all, Kaoru did get off on seeing him marked up in front of everyone.
“You’re the one that leaves them there! You only have yourself to blame.” Kojiro argued back pathetically.
“Mmm. Perhaps.” Kaoru returned in a non-answer, finally managing to tear himself away from Kojiro’s hands and standing, stretching with a groan as his bones cracked and popped. “Can you blame me though? They suit you~”
“...Go and get cleaned up. I don’t think you’ll be able to handle another round.” Kojiro dismissed as he got up and started digging around in his closet to find something warm to wear in order to drive Kaoru back home.
“Is that a challenge?” Kaoru flirted, running his fingernails along the sore marks on Kojiro’s back and sadistically enjoying watching him shiver as a result. But despite his teasing tone and touch, Kaoru finally stepped towards the door of the ensuite bathroom and disappeared inside, leaving Kojiro to decompress by himself for the few moments that he would get alone.
Kojiro had been surprised when he’d discovered just how insatiable Kaoru was sometimes. The other man could easily go for multiple rounds in one night, and just when Kojiro thought that he’d finally worn him out to the point that he was suitably satisfied, he’d find Kaoru’s hand not so subtly snaking over his body in a silent plea for more.
He certainly wasn’t complaining, he was always more than happy to indulge Kaoru in what he desired… But it was certainly a strange perception shift from the usually cool and composed Kaoru that he’d known all his life…
He was just glad that the two of them were both responsible adults, and that they both knew when to call their evening together quits without sacrificing their much needed sleep.
Kojiro pulled on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants before venturing out into the living room to allow Kaoru to get dressed again in peace. He perched himself on the couch as he pulled on his shoes, finding it odd to be alone once again after being in Kaoru’s company. This part was always oddly lonely, an eerie stillness settling in the air where Kaoru had not long been beside Kojiro.
The moment of solitude was short lived when Kaoru proved himself as efficient as he always was, barely even letting Kojiro finish tying his shoelaces before he appeared at the bedroom door fully clothed and with his silk robe neatly folded over one of his arms.
“Eager to get rid of me, I see.” Kaoru called, a smirk on his lips as he watched Kojiro fumble clumsily with his shoelaces, now struggling under Kaoru’s watchful eye.
“Always, this is my favourite part of the night.” Kojiro bit back, a soft huff of amusement escaping Kaoru as he made his way over to the door and grabbed Carla, who lit up with a soft, purple glow under her owner’s touch in a silent acknowledgement of his presence.
The drive to Kaoru’s house was silent, but not uncomfortably so. Rather, Kaoru was seconds away from falling asleep with his forehead pressed against the glass as he peered out at the dimly lit streets that they passed, and Kojiro found no reason to keep a conversation going and pull Kaoru from his clearly much needed rest. So, he opted to stay silent and allowed the soft hum of the engine to fill whatever absence of conversation was left between them.
Kojiro rather enjoyed taking Kaoru home. Whenever he would allow it, that was. There was something strangely warming to acknowledge that Kaoru felt safe enough with Kojiro that he would allow him to facilitate his journey home at such a late hour. All whilst Kaoru himself let himself be rendered vulnerable as he fell asleep. Of course, there were the nights where Kaoru wasn’t ready to sleep just yet, and instead the two of them would converse about their shared past together.
Although, they never discussed S. Their topic of conversation always fell to their childhood together, sharing in past memories and reliving the happiest years of their lives. Even so, their discussion would never dare venture into their high school years, at least not past the point where they had met Ainosuke and he had somehow inserted himself into every happy memory they shared, turning it bitter and cold…
Kojiro would hate to think how uncomfortable that drive home would be if they decided to delve into their mutual trauma after having sex.
Kojiro pulled up outside Kaoru’s townhouse, and Carla softly lit up before he could debate whether or not to pull Kaoru from his temporary slumber or just let him sleep in his car until the morning.
“We’re home, master.” Carla’s robotic voice came from the skateboard perched on Kaoru’s lap, her soft purple light illuminating Kaoru’s soft features as he slowly stirred awake once again.
“...Mmm. Thank you, Carla…” Kaoru yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes before turning to Kojiro and offering him a rare but thankful smile.
“Thanks for the ride… I’ll see you tomorrow.”
With that, Kaoru reached out to the door handle and pulled it open, making a move to exit and return to the warmth of his home before Kojiro spoke and stopped him.
“What? No kiss goodbye?” Kojiro chuckled, his tone light and teasing.
What he wasn’t expecting was for Kaoru to turn back to him, smirking softly at Kojiro as he ever so slowly inched their faces closer together in a way that had Kojiro’s heart practically dropping out of his chest whilst his brain scrambled together trying to process what on earth was happening.
Except, instead of a kiss, Kaoru reached out with his hand and flicked his forehead rather annoyingly.
“We don’t kiss, remember?” Kaoru reminded him.
It was one of the first rules that the two of them had established the moment that they had delved into the sexual side of their relationship. It was a shared sentiment, that everything would just feel a little too ‘real’ if they kissed on top of everything else that they already did together.
Although the longer that their arrangement went on, and the more downright depraved acts they inflicted upon each other, Kojiro was struggling to see how kissing was where they had drawn the line.
“You know I was teasing!”
Kaoru rolled his eyes fondly, flicking him in the forehead a second time.
“See you tomorrow, Koji.”
And just like that, Kaoru slid out of the passenger side door and hurried towards his front door eagerly, looking around with a fervor that was reserved for militants and those of a nervous disposition. Why he was so paranoid, Kojiro would never understand. It wasn’t as if Kaoru’s neighbours would tell anyone that mattered even if they were seen together.
Then again, Kaoru had always been rather strict about keeping up his professional reputation. God forbid his clients find out he has a sex life like a normal human being.
Kojiro watched as Kaoru fumbled with his keys clumsily, snickering to himself as he observed him struggling to find the correct one. He had always insisted on staying until he could assure that Kaoru was safe and sound in his home and that he hadn’t been kidnapped in the five steps it took to get from the road to his front door.
And here he was calling Kaoru the paranoid one…
With one final glance back at the dark neighbourhood to ensure that nobody had seen them (although Kojiro wasn’t sure how he was able to tell since it was pitch black and he wasn’t wearing his glasses), Kaoru finally allowed himself to offer a small wave to Kojiro before disappearing into his home, leaving the other to return back to his empty apartment in silence.
God, it was quiet without Kaoru.