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There were times when Kaoru wanted Kojiro to take complete control, to suspend him in the air and hold him open, to bend him in half, to wring him until he was dry and shaking out of his skin.
There were times when Kaoru made Kojiro submit to his orders—harder, slower, lift his hips, mark his chest, pull his hair, suck on his fingers. Kojiro seemed particularly receptive to those nights, judging by the way his movements always stuttered, eyes shut tightly as he clung to every command. It was almost comical how quickly his words made Kojiro unwind.
And then, there were times like these, when Kaoru touched Kojiro firmly, meticulously posing him like a prized art piece, prioritizing his needs over Kojiro’s and knowing Kojiro would love it anyway.
This time, he had Kojiro sitting on the bed, legs straight out, chest at an incline as he leaned back on his hands. He was under a strict no-touching policy, and Kaoru had threatened to bind his hands if he didn’t behave. Predicable, though no less annoying, Kojiro’s eyes had lit up with excitement and mischief at the proposal. Kaoru’d had to change the punishment to ending their night early and leaving Kojiro to finish himself off. That, he was sure, would keep Kojiro’s misbehavior to a minimum.
Tonight, Kaoru wasn’t playing around. Tonight, Kojiro would listen. Kojiro would sit back and take what he had to give, nothing more and nothing less.
Exposing the smooth lines and startlingly pale skin of his back to Kojiro, Kaoru knew that he was a vision. He tugged his hair out of its tie, sending it cascading over his back and shoulders. He alternated between stroking and grabbing it, scrunching handfuls and allowing them to slide between his fingers and trickle back down.
Even as he swung one leg over Kojiro’s and settled down on his thighs, he continued the teasing motions with closed eyes and and slow, deliberate breaths. The caressing hands could’ve so easily been Kojiro’s, and though Kaoru couldn’t see, he knew Kojiro was holding onto the sheets beneath them like a lifeline. He was being such a good boy so far.
As his first reward, Kaoru raised himself on his knees once more, allowing his hands to run down his own body until his fingers pressed hard into the meat of his thighs, making divots and drawing white lines in his skin. His hands weren’t nearly as big as Kojiro’s, couldn’t cover as much of the surface, which was such a shame given how much Kaoru had to offer in that area. Kaoru knew from reluctant confessions and many nights studying the blissed expression Kojiro got when Kaoru’s thighs tensed around his head that they were one of his most powerful assets.
Slowly, his hands traveled up the backs of his thighs, setting the sensitive skin there alight. His breathing began to grow choppy, fingers deftly tracing the swell of his ass and dancing closer to sensitive skin that ached for his attention—where he had allowed Kojiro to get him ready, split him on his tongue and fingers until Kaoru’d decided he’d done a satisfactory job.
Kaoru shut his mouth firmly, breath restrained to quiet puffs through his nose, and he listened for a sign—a sign that Kojiro was melting beneath him, wanting him badly enough that he trembled for it.
That sign came in the form of a quiet groan, a breathy, “Fuck, Kaoru.”
He shuffled backward until he felt the wet hardness of Kojiro’s cock brush between his cheeks. He held it in place where it rested against Kojiro’s stomach, touch feather-light, and rocked his body back against it teasingly. There was little pressure, no relief for Kojiro, just a promise of what was to come.
Kaoru could picture it, the jumping muscle of Kojiro’s jaw, the taut lines of his neck. He soaked in the delicious heat that radiated off the man’s chest and had to fight the urge to lean into it. If he were facing Kojiro, he knew he’d be mouthing at the rose-dusted skin where Kojiro’s intense blush had spread. His mouth began to water at the though.
“You can speak, you know,” Kaoru said, overcome by a sudden desire to hear and feel the thick rumble of Kojiro’s voice.
“What—mmm,“ Kojiro started, cut off when Kaoru intentionally squeezed his fingers around him. “What do you want me to say?”
“Tell me how it feels,” Kaoru replied, finally lining up Kojiro’s cock properly, thighs trembling in anticipation. “Say anything.”
“Okay, okay, shit,” Kojiro broke off with a sharp inhale as Kaoru slowly sank down and engulfed him. Kaoru enjoyed watching his toes curl frantically in the air.
“There you are.” This time, Kojiro’s words drifted on a sweet sigh as Kaoru bottomed out. “Just like that, princess.”
Kaoru hummed at his assurance, enjoying the cadence of the nickname as it trailed off his tongue. He began rocking his hips back and forth at an agonizingly steady pace, hands planted firmly on Kojiro’s knees.
“Look at you,” Kojiro continued, voice growing a strained edge. “Look at how perfect you are. Fuck.”
“So mouthy,” Kaoru breathed, hips picking up speed and filling the room with the muffled slapping of skin on skin. He hung his head down, tucking his chin against his collarbone, fully exposing his shoulders to Kojiro. “Is that all you have to say?”
“You feel so good,” Kojiro murmured, letting out a heavy sigh. Kaoru was kind enough not to mention the way Kojiro’s hips unconsciously jumped up to meet his on every downward thrust. “Please.”
“Please what?” Kaoru lifted almost completely off of Kojiro’s cock before slamming back down, and he chuckled when Kojiro’s hips bucked sharply in response, nearly knocking him over. “I’m not a mind reader, darling.”
“Please, let me fuck you like you deserve,” he crooned, bold (or, perhaps, desperate) enough to plant his feet flat on the bed and use the new leverage to bounce Kaoru in his lap once more. “You’re killing me, baby. I’ll make it good for you, I promise. Please.”
Kaoru barked a surprised laugh at that. “How do you take cheap lines like that and make them sound so convincing?”
“You like them because they’re cheap,” Kojiro said, tongue-in-cheek in a way that was not at all cute. His smirk was almost audible.
“Ha, ha, hah—” Kaoru’s humorless deadpan hitched into a genuine moan toward the end, Kojiro catching him off-guard with another thrust. “Fine. Only because I’m tired. No hands, though.”
Kaoru barely made it through his sentence before Kojiro’s hips were snapping up over and over again, leaving him scrambling for a stabilizing grip. He sank his nails into Kojiro’s thighs harder than intended, but Kojiro’s answering groan said that he didn’t mind.
He didn’t have the same propensity for horny babbling that Kojiro did, but he could no longer bite back his soft moans on every exhale, not when their demanding friction had flashes of heat striking and building in his gut.
“Is this better, baby?”
Kaoru tensed in surprise, not realizing that Kojiro had leaned forward, voice closer and deeper than before. He clenched his jaw, barely stifling a gasp.
“Passable,” he gritted in response, though, judging by Kojiro’s laugh, he hadn’t sounded convincing.
It took a bit for them to find the perfect rhythm between them, and Kaoru couldn’t keep it for long, hips grinding faster as he chased the warmth blooming inside of him. He freed one of Kojiro’s thighs from his grip, grabbing his own cock and pumping it furiously, his head rolled back and eyes shut tight in focus.
Just as he was really starting to sweat, shakes wracking his body, Kojiro’s teeth sank into his ear, filling his head with a growl that he felt all the way in the tips of his toes. Kaoru gasped loudly at the intensity of the arousal that suddenly punched through him. Wavering moan echoing through the room, his hand slowed around his twitching cock as it painted pale lines across Kojiro’s well-tanned thighs.
After he collapsed bonelessly against Kojiro’s broad chest, he was faintly aware of hands digging into his hips, making it easier for Kojiro to fuck into him and chase his own orgasm. He felt like a spectator, being used like this as his senses slowly came back to him, but Kojiro had certainly earned his final reward. By the time Kaoru was tensing with overstimulation, Kojiro was frantically panting against his neck, hips making their final, valiant jerks before he practically melted around Kaoru.
They stayed like that, Kojiro plastered against Kaoru’s back like a drenched shirt, Kaoru’s thighs beginning to ache from remaining spread over Kojiro’s own.
“Help me up,” Kaoru eventually murmured, not bothering to open his eyes or hide his drowsiness. Kojiro didn’t complain as he grabbed Kaoru’s sides and helped him up on his knees, likely feeling the way Kaoru’s whole body trembled in his grasp.
Between one moment of consciousness and the next, Kaoru found himself already tucked into bed, clean and dry. He heard the distant hiss of their bathroom sink and managed to pry his eyes open for just long enough to see his Kojiro, handsome and naked and handsome, stepping back into the bedroom with a gentle smile that pressed dimples into his cheeks.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were coming back tonight,” he chuckled, sliding into bed next to Kaoru. He draped his comfortably weighty bicep across Kaoru’s chest, snuggling in close and sighing. Kaoru felt lips ghost against his forehead. “Get some rest, princess. Love you.”
Though his words were a far cry from Kaoru’s lullabies, they reassured him all the same, sending him off to sleep before he could even acknowledge them.
Kaoru knew without him ever having to say it that times like these, when they collapsed into each other’s embraces, were some of Kojiro’s favorite, too.