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Kazuki liked sex. He really liked sex, if he was being honest with himself. What he didn’t have, presently, was time.
In the years stretching between his fateful first meeting with Suwa Rei in the Yadorigi, Kazuki had had plentiful opportunity to fuck for both work and play.
With Miri now at the centre of his world, however, he now only had the opportunity when a job truly required Kazuki’s personal brand of innocuous interrogation, and even then, those jobs were scarcer than before. He and Rei were taking longer to plan their assignments after their more recent fuck-ups, and they were taking fewer risks at all stages. They had a reason to, now. He had a reason to, now.
It wasn’t as if Kazuki could leave of a Friday evening, Rei dead eyed and barely acknowledging his farewell, to spend his weekend tearing the knees of his jeans on dirty public bathroom floors, his troubles far, far away as unknown hands in his hair kept him steady whilst his throat was fucked raw.
Nor could he spend a weekday night in the silken sheets of a moderately priced love hotel, buried to the hilt in the soft cunt of a waitress that worked shifts at the exclusive rooftop bar their next target liked to frequent.
No, he didn’t have the time for that these days, or the inclination. The risk of coming home in the small hours of the morning with his cheek purpling from a backhand, or his throat blossoming with deep red, sucked on bruises too high above his collar to hide was too great. Miri couldn’t see that. Kazuki couldn’t let her see that.
Kazuki sighed and let his weight fall heavily onto the seat of the couch, bouncing Rei just a fraction but not enough to draw his eyes away from the screen.
With one hand, Kazuki reached behind himself to pull at the stings of his apron, tugging the stiff blue fabric forward and off, over his head. With the other he lifted a cool can of beer to his mouth and cracked the seal with his teeth.
That drew Rei’s attention, just for a second, his eyes darting to Kazuki’s sprawled form before going back to his game.
“You sharing?”
“Nope,” Kazuki took a long sip for emphasis, gaze briefly drawn to the halo of blue light filtering through Rei’s mussed locks. It was getting long again, he’d need to cut it soon.
“Hmph,” eyes forward, Rei knocked his elbow into Kazuki’s side, jostling him just enough for Kazuki to yank his arm upwards to protect his beer, sending his partner a glare for good measure.
“ Watch it! Rei, I’m not getting up again. I just sat down,” Kazuki punctuated his next swallow with another deep sigh, “I’m beat.”
Rei made a non-committal noise, shifting his legs from under him as his on screen character executed a near perfect combo strike to knock the opponent clear off the map.
Kazuki closed his eyes as the up beat guitar riff of the victory music played softly out over the dim room - it was gone 9pm, so their state of the art sound system was on the lowest setting that was still vaguely audible, to save annoying downstairs neighbours or waking sleeping Miris.
“Suit yourself,” Rei exited to the main menu and stood with a groan, latticing his long fingers together above his head to stretch out after hours of sitting hunched over his controller. His neck popped audibly. Kazuki made a face at Rei’s back but continued on.
“Who knew having a kid would wipe you out so much? I barely have time for anything else these days, and that’s with Miri at daycare half the damn time. I need a night out. I’m pent up!”
Rei side-eyed him over his shoulder. “Do what you want. I can watch her.”
Kazuki drew his bottom lip into his mouth, knitting his eyebrows together, “Probably not the best idea…”
Rei turned to face him, affronted. “What? I can. I’m not useless.”
“Huh? No, no I didn’t mean-” Kazuki tilted his chin up, levelling his gaze toward Rei, who was now stretching out his triceps, one arm drawn up past his head, his slim waist tilting to the side. “I didn’t mean that you couldn’t or, shit , shouldn’t look after Miri by yourself.”
“ Really ?” Rei’s deadpan was slightly thrown off by his posture as he leaned forwards, almost brushing Kazuki’s knees, to press the flats of his hands to the ground, legs straight, posture perfect.
“I just meant that me going out is a bad idea. It’s been months . I don’t even know if they’d let me back into some of my regular haunts, ya know?” Kazuki swiped his free hand across his face.
“Hah, you owe them that much?” Rei angled his jaw behind his hanging curtain of hair, betraying the smallest of smirks.
“Har-har, sure, whatever. I mean it though. Those places can be trouble. I don’t want to bring that home.”
With a nod, Rei straightened up slowly and spread his legs wide. Kazuki couldn’t help the way his eyes tracked the shift of Rei’s muscles under his shirt as his partner lent backwards in one fluid movement until his palms touched the floor behind him in a perfect crab. The loose fabric of Rei’s t-shirt slipped with the momentum, riding up to show a swathe of pale, toned flesh.
“Ugh,” Kazuki continued with a wistful sigh,”the bars with the floors you stick to, coming home stinking of cigarettes and spilt liquor with an empty wallet and a hickey you can’t remember where you got… I miss it.” Kazuki puffed air through pursed lips and tried very hard not to make direct eye contact with Rei’s sweatpant clad crotch that had settled in his direct line of sight.
“Do you miss getting the clap, too?”
Kazuki kicked at Rei’s ankle, but he held firm, the bastard. “Hey! That was once! One time!”
“Still got it, though.” Rei held his position for a few more seconds before dropping himself to the floor and sitting up cross legged in front of Kazuki, running a hand through his loose hair to fix it back down into something approaching manageable.
“At least I have the opportunity to,” Kazuki took a swig from his can, the aluminium crinkling and popping a little under the force of his grip, and narrowed his eyes at Rei, “don’t see you going on any dates.”
“Don’t need to,” Rei countered, narrowing his eyes right back, “that’s what porn and vibrators are for, right?”
Kazuki nearly choked, bashing a closed fist against his sternum. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me.”
“No, actually, Rei, I haven’t fucking heard you. What are you, some kind of stealth masturbation black belt? Are you perhaps in possession of the world’s quietest vibrating massager?”
Rei gave him a flat look.
“What, Rei, c’mon, we’ve lived together for three years, and I haven’t once even suspected that you might be jacking off while I'm in the house! Let alone walked in on you!”
“I think that says more about your powers of perception than it does about me, Kazuki.”
“Oh? You gonna enlighten me then?” Kazuki lent back and spread his arms wide over the back of the couch in open challenge, “Go on, how often? When?”
Rei rolled a shoulder in a half shrug, looking to the side, “Most nights, I guess. More, before Miri. You’re a heavy sleeper. And you get engrossed in whatever the fuck it is that you’re doing. So there’s time, and opportunity .”
“Bullshit! You don’t even sleep in your bedroom.”
“So?”
“Rei, you know I clean the bathroom, I’ve never found anything-”
Rei shrugged again, “I don’t jack off in the bathroom.”
Kazuki gesticulated wildly with his beer, “I clean your bedroom too, you know. Vacuum and dust and change the sheets. I wash your fucking underpants. I think I’d know. I’ve never found lube, or any toys, or, or,” he floundered, “suspect stains!”
Rei snorted, “You don’t clean everything.”
“Dumbass, yes I do,” Kazuki scoffed.
“No, you don’t,” Rei raised an eyebrow in return.
Kazuki scrunched his nose for a second, mouth shut, thinking, “Well, I guess you oil and maintain the weapons, but- No. Rei. Rei.”
Rei had tipped his head back and was looking at a very interesting smudge on the ceiling.
“Seriously? In the gun cabinet? That’s where you keep them? Idiot.” Incredulous, Kazuki finished his beer with a final swig and set the empty can down, on a coaster, Rei, on the coffee table.
“Where else am I supposed to keep them? It’s locked.” Rei’s eyes were still intently fixed to the ceiling.
“In your dresser? Nightstand?”
Rei pushed himself upright and levelled his gaze back at Kazuki, his tone not shifting an inch. “Wouldn’t fit.”
Kazuki’s mouth fell open, agape, “What do you mean it wouldn’t fit?”
Rei’s expression changed a bare millimetre, muscles tensing near imperceptibly. “The drawer,” he enunciated clearly, “is too small.”
Kazuki was still looking at him like he’d grown a second head.
“I can show you.”
“What?” Kazuki shifted forwards on the couch, Rei’s seated form on the floor now almost snugly between his open thighs.
“If you don’t believe me, I can show you.”
Kazuki should just brush this off, he knew that. Rei was his friend, after all, but even best friends had interpersonal lines that they shouldn’t cross. Sure, Kazuki had manhandled him into the bath a few times, and made him change out of days worn clothes into something clean and ironed, and not to mention the number of times Kazuki had cooked breakfast aware of, but fastidiously not looking at, the prominent line Rei’s morning wood cut in his grey sweatpants as he stumbled sleepily out of the bathroom. It wasn’t like Rei had any particular shame in regards to showing his body to Kazuki; his scars, his defined muscles slick with sweat from a hard workout-
Kazuki shook his head to clear it; his derailed train of thought clearly a result of his months-long dry spell.
Boundaries, that’s what he was thinking about. He and Rei had boundaries. Kazuki never brought anyone back to the apartment, and Rei… Rei apparently made sure to masturbate quietly enough with what, the world’s largest fucking dildo that couldn’t fit in his dresser drawers and had to be kept under lock and key with his collection of assault rifles instead?
Shit. Kazuki needed to see it.
“Fine. Fine! Show me.” Kazuki didn’t have much resolve to crumble to begin with.
***
Air whistled out between Kazuki’s teeth. His eyes darted from the neatly arranged rifles, shoulder stocks, scopes and handguns in the gun cabinet to the section housing Rei’s collection of more personal items. The pièce de résistance was… impressive, to say the least. Electric blue silicone with a gentle curve and realistically sculpted head, as long as his forearm and just as thick. Several smaller plugs and toys lined the neighbouring shelves, accompanied by what Kazuki could only describe as an industrial quantity of lubricant.
“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me,” Kazuki muttered, eyes still fixed on the toy in question, mentally sussing its impressive girth. “Do you really take all of that? Regularly?”
“Sometimes,” Rei’s voice was closer behind him than he expected, a puff of warm air on the back of his neck sending a shiver down Kazuki’s spine. “I use that one more often,” Rei pointed at a compact but sturdy looking purple plug with a wide base and an oblique button on the side, “and that.” His hand drifted up to a nondescript black cylinder on one of the higher shelves.
Without thinking, Kazuki reached forward and picked it up. It was weighty, but not cumbersome, with what appeared to be a twist off cap at both ends.
“This looks like a lens case, or a scope,” he said with a slight frown, suddenly aware of the heat of Rei’s chest so close to his back.
“It’s a fleshlight.”
“A flesh-? Oh,” Kazuki dove forward to put it hastily back on the shelf, “Shit. Uhh, sorry about that. I probably shouldn’t be. Touching these.” Kazuki cleared his throat, eyes forward as Rei leaned past him to fix the position on the shelf just so , his arm brushing Kazuki’s shoulder.
“I don’t mind. You can borrow one if you want.”
Kazuki felt the flush that was slowly building in his chest creep up his neck to his cheeks, banishing the thought of sticking his cock in the same silicone toy that Rei used, regularly, apparently, in an effort to nip his own arousal in the bud.
“That… would be weird,” he settled on, his voice not quite as steady as he hoped it would be.
“Suit yourself.”
Rei still hadn’t moved away. He was hovering centimetres behind Kazuki, so close he could swear he felt the rise and fall of his chest. Steady and slow.
“But you did say you were pent up ,” Rei’s voice had dropped an octave, lower and quieter, coffee rich, and still so very close to Kazuki’s ear.
Kazuki swallowed audibly. Rei was difficult to read, sometimes. Kazuki prided himself in his ability to gauge people and situations; it was an important skill as a grifter turned assassin, to anticipate the next move, the next thought of his mark and act on it. He charmed his way past many a security guard and into the beds of many an assistant this way, on the job or not.
But he’d never seen Rei flirt before. He’d never seen Rei express an interest in anyone. Was this flirting? Was Rei trying to seduce him? Or was this his longtime friend and work partner sincerely offering the use of his apparently extensive sex toy collection to a buddy in need. Kazuki’s head spun. Rei still hadn’t moved away, but he hadn’t moved forward, either. They weren’t touching, but he could feel his breath hot against the back of his neck, in and out, controlled, intentional ; coaxing the heat that had started to pool at the base of his spine.
“Rei…” Kazuki’s voice held, but only just, “What, exactly, are you suggesting? I know what I think you’re suggesting, but I need you to be clear with me right now so I don’t fuck it up and take any of this the wrong way.” Kazuki kept his eyes forward, the rifles and dildos lined up neatly side by side not giving an inch.
Rei shifted behind him, weight moving through one foot to the other and back, but he still didn’t touch. The seconds dragged into an eternity, and Kazuki’s skin began to itch before Rei’s voice cut through the static forming inside his skull.
“You can fuck me, if you want.”
Kazuki released a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding in what was definitely not an unbidden groan. He finally, finally, risked a glance over his shoulder at Rei, who stood rigid behind him, jaw clenched. Statue still. Waiting.
“Do you want me to?” Kazuki's breath hitched even as he spoke, at last meeting Rei’s eyes, an ember of desire burning bright behind them.
Rei nodded, once, and opened his mouth in an aborted motion before taking half a step forward, closing the last distance between them and pressing his chest against Kazuki’s back; his hips flush to Kazuki’s ass.
Fuck. Kazuki could feel the firm line of Rei’s cock, already hard and nudging against him as Rei’s hand settled on Kazuki’s hip.
“I want you to,” Rei breathed, voice low and hot against his ear, sending pin pricks down Kazuki’s spine as the heat pooled in his gut crept outwards, spreading down his thighs and into his groin.
Kazuki would be lying to himself if he said he’d never thought about it; the shape of Rei’s ass in his unfairly well tailored suit pants, what it’d be like to bend him over the kitchen island or keep him in his bed long after Miri had drifted off and been tucked in in her own room. But they had boundaries for a reason, boundaries Rei was cleanly sidestepping as his free hand came round to settle over Kazuki’s crotch and palm his clothed cock through his khaki capris.
Unable to help himself, Kazuki settled his weight against Rei’s firm chest as he tipped his head back, baring his throat. Rei pressed his nose to the side of his jaw in return, inhaling deeply.
“Fuck me, Kazuki.”
Yeah, the boundaries. They’d have to look at the boundaries again. Later.
With a stifled moan, Kazuki half turned, pressing a firm hand to Rei’s shoulder and walking him backwards toward his unused bed until the backs of Rei’s calves hit the frame.
Rei sat, immediately, and Kazuki planted his knees either side of him, letting go of Rei’s shoulders only to drag his own shirt up and over his head. Rei followed suit, pulling his loose blue t-shirt off and throwing it somewhere to the side, his scarred chest pricking with perspiration as Kazuki let himself openly gaze over it.
The lines of the scars, the erect buds of his nipples, the sparse, dark hair that got thicker below his navel, leading down beyond the waistband of his sweatpants.
Fuck, Kazuki wanted him. The choked noise that came out of Rei suggested that that thought hadn’t stayed inside his head, and Kazuki looked back up at him with a crooked grin.
“Get the lube, I’ll strip,” Rei’s voice was steady as he met Kazuki’s eyes, thumbing into the elastic of his pants.
Nodding, Kazuki jumped up and went back to the cabinet, hefting the half empty pump bottle of premium anal lubricant and quickly searching for condoms. Absent.
Shit.
“Rei, do you have condoms? Otherwise I’m going to have to run to my room,” Kazuki threw over his shoulder as he quickly rifled through the looser contents of the cabinet, coming up only with spare boxes of ammunition and a few brightly coloured cock rings.
“You won’t need them,”
Kazuki turned, only to be faced with an entirely nude Rei on the pristinley made bedspread, propping his upper body up a few degrees with his elbows; two crisp pillows shoved under his hips.
“It’s been months since you last got laid, right? You’re always obsessive about getting tested. If you’re clean, you can fuck me without.”
‘I trust you,’ Kazuki’s mind helpfully supplied, coaxing his jackrabbit heartbeat a hair faster as Rei languidly bent his knees up and spread his thighs in open invitation.
Kazuki’s brain ground to a halt, his eyes from wandering to the flushed red of Rei’s stiff cock, his leaking slit and down, past tight balls suspended over his smooth, pink taint, to the pucker of his entrance. Kazuki palmed his erection over his pants and sucked a sharp breath in through his teeth. He wanted to lick Rei open, fuck him with his tongue and his fingers and make him beg for it. A thought that definitely hadn’t crossed his mind before. Not once, Kazuki.
“Wh-,” Kazuki cleared his throat, trying to stay on topic, dragging his eyes back up to Rei’s face, “What about you?”
Rei scrunched his eyes shut for a second, calculating. “Not since… six? Years ago.”
Kazuki knew he was making a face as he approached the bed again, and tried to school himself, “You haven’t slept with anyone since you were nineteen? Seriously?”
Rei blinked owlishly, “No. I said that’s what porn and vibrators are for, right?”
Kazuki set the lube down on the bedspread and hooked a thumb into his own pants before pausing, the thread of a worry creeping in.
“And... you’re happy for it to be me? After six years?”
Rei rolled eyes, spreading his legs a little wider, “Clearly.”
“Okay. Okay okay okay,” Kazuki popped the button on his shorts and paused, “just tell me if you want to stop, alright?”
“Nn,” Rei made an agreeable noise and let his weight drop back onto the mattress as Kazuki undressed in a swift motion, sighing a little as his cock pulled free.
Placing a gentle hand on Rei’s knee as he mounted the bed, Kazuki took in the image before him. Rei flat on his back, legs wide, ass up, waiting. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was thrilling. It was terrifying. Kazuki had seen Rei, cold and professional, hit a target through an office window a kilometre away; had seen him fight bloody and unrelenting until he was barely standing but victorious; had seen him checked out, uncaring yet pliant to Kazuki’s touch as he lathered shampoo through his tangled locks. And yet now, here, this Rei was a different animal entirely. Inviting him in. Receptive to his touch. Asking for it.
Kazuki ran the pads of his fingers from Rei’s knee to his hip, watching; waiting. He pulled them back, the soft drag of his nails now to Rei’s inner thigh then up. The tension was bleeding from Rei’s muscles in spades, and Kazuki repeated the action slowly with his other hand, over his other thigh, until both were cupped over his lower abdomen, neatly framing his balls and the base of his leaking cock.
“Can I use my mouth?” Kazuki kept his eyes trained on his partner's face, dipping his head at Rei’s acquiescent nod and lightly running the tip of his tongue first at the seam of his scrotum and then up, over the base of his shaft.
Rei’s soft sigh spurred him on, flattening his tongue and licking wet stripes up to the underside of his glans and over, tonguing his slit and tasting the sharp, bitter drops that were forming there. Rei groaned wordlessly beneath him as Kazuki took the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked, tongue working circles on the sensitive frenulum.
“Shit, Kazuki,” Rei’s words barely a breath, fanning the fire in Kazuki’s gut as he moved again with purpose.
He licked back down, lower still, shifting his position to press his face close to the searing heat between Rei’s legs and lave over his tight rim.
Another groan from Rei and Kazuki was licking into him, the tip of his tongue pushing past the tight resistance of Rei’s ass, spit leaking out of his mouth around his hole, Kazuki’s nose buried in Rei’s perineum.
Kazuki circled his tongue, pulling out to lick and spread his spit further around Rei’s rim, but Rei’s hips followed him, pressing his face back into the space under his balls. Rei’s hands were fisted in the bedsheets as Kazuki slowly opened him, his groans unintelligible and frankly obscene combined with the wet squelch his own mouth was making.
Fuck, he wanted to be inside him. Kazuki’s cock throbbed in sympathy. Pulling back, Kazuki wiped his face with the back of his hand and reached for the lube, glancing up to check on his partner. Rei’s head was thrown back at the head of the bed, his eyes squeezed tightly shut; his lips parted, blissed out.
On another day, if he got the chance, he’d want to eat Rei’s ass until he was screaming.
“All good?” Kazuki checked in as he pumped the thick, sticky lube onto his palm and warmed it, before pressing the pad of his index finger gently against Rei’s rim.
Rei nodded, tilting his hips again in silent invitation.
“I’m going to prep you properly now.”
Kazuki circled and stroked, mixing spit with lube, and watching Rei twitch before pressing inside. Rei’s muscles contracted, once, around his finger. The heat of him. Fuck.
“You’re not going to hurt me,” Rei’s voice, husky and golden, came from above, and Kazuki nodded, emboldened.
Kazuki pressed another finger inside in reply, twisting and curling and watching Rei’s ass eat them up, drawing them inside with another obscenely wet noise. Kazuki slipped his free hand between his own legs as he squeezed the base of his cock tightly, mimicking the pressure.
“Seriously, Kazuki, I’m not going to break- fuck!”
Kazuki had added a third finger and splayed them, hoping Rei could feel the stretch of them as he massaged his inner walls slowly and deliberately. He looked so good like this. Kazuki couldn’t bring himself to look away, Rei’s hole stretched, glistening and full of him. But not full enough.
“Kazuki,” Rei ground out, Kazuki’s fingers fucking him in a steady rhythm; just grazing his prostate, driving him to near madness, “Cock, now.”
Kazuki groaned, the heat of Rei’s ass and the slick flesh of his taint consuming him, body and soul. He withdrew his fingers, Rei’s sigh at the loss stoking the coals of his arousal, and pumped more of the sticky lube onto his palm.
For the first time, Kazuki let himself touch his own cock properly, stroking up to coat it from root to tip, biting his bottom lip with a curse.
“Fuck, I want you,” Kazuki repeated, consciously this time, and hitched Rei’s left leg up and over his shoulder as he drove forward.
Bracing once arm beside Rei’s head, he lined the leaking head of his dick up with Rei’s gorgeously stretched rim, pressing the glans against his entrance and pushing forwards.
Rei’s eyes squeezed shut as he controlled his breathing to a perfect, steady rhythm, and Kazuki pressed onwards again into his heat in one achingly slow thrust.
Fuck, he was tight, his rim contracting around him before finally giving way to his soft, slick walls.
Kazuki didn’t know if it was the months he’d spent near celibate, or the fact that he’d jacked himself to sleep thinking of this exact moment more often than he’d like to admit, but when his balls hit flesh and he was buried to the hilt inside of Suwa Rei, Kazuki felt like he was going to explode; his building orgasm already threatening to consume him.
Kazuki let himself look down, both arms now boxing Rei onto the mattress, only to find a pair of bright blue eyes staring back up at him from a flushed face, perfect pink lips moist and parted and beads of sweat forming on his brow.
“Move.”
And Kazuki did. Shifting one hand to grip the firm muscle of Rei’s raised thigh for leverage, Kazuki drew his length out almost entirely, before slowly and deliberately rolling his hips forward, punching the air out of Rei’s lungs. And again. And again.
Rei’s head tipped back, mouth hanging open, his chest rising and falling in time with Kazuki’s deep thrusts into him.
“Fuck, Rei, you feel so- ugh, so good, Rei,” Kazuki dug his fingers into the bulk of Rei’s thigh.
Rei groaned wordlessly, one hand reaching blindly to grasp at Kazuki’s arm, his shoulder, anything he could reach, and pulling him in close.
Kazuki felt himself bottom out again with force, the slap of skin against skin ringing out as Rei yanked him harder, forcing him deeper.
A sheen of sweat had covered Kazuki’s chest, beading between his pectorals and pooling in the dips of his clavicles. With effort he drew back, the delirious squeeze of Rei’s tight heat from all sides, and pushed Rei’s other leg up and over his shoulder, lifting his ass higher and driving forward hard.
Every muscle in Rei’s body tensed, his grip bruising on Kazuki’s shoulder as his other hand fisted in the sheets.
Kazuki groaned, holding Rei half suspended in the air as he thrust again, feeling his grip tighten further and watching Rei’s face contort, before letting himself gaze lower. Rei’s cock was flushed and leaking, pre-come pooling near his navel. Shit, Kazuki wasn’t going to last much longer.
“Like that?” Kazuki panted, the width of his hand slipping down Rei’s leg to grip his hip.
Rei nodded tightly, icy blue eyes glazed over and staring into the middle distance above him.
Kazuki readjusted his hold and fucked into him again, maintaining the angle and building his rhythm in short, punishing strokes. Rei grunted with each one, holding onto Kazuki’s arm like it was the last string tethering him to earth in a storm.
The heat in his own gut was almost overflowing, but Kazuki didn’t want to finish first. Not with Rei looking like that beneath him, flushed and dishevelled and utterly gone . He wanted Rei to come. He needed Rei to come.
“Rei, fuck, Rei,” Kazuki babbled, “You feel so good, so perfect, you’re taking me so deep-”
“Fuck,” Rei’s voice was broken, almost too quiet to be heard under the sounds of their sweat slick skin connecting again and again.
Kazuki felt his heart judder, Rei sounded like he’d had his throat fucked raw, and shit was that an image. If this was something they’d be doing again Kazuki wanted to find out what that was like for real. But the reaction was a tell. Kazuki picked up the thread, encouraged, desperate.
“God, your ass is so good, Rei, you’re taking all of me, taking me so well,”
“Fuck, Kazuki,”
“Shit, Rei,” he pressed his lips to the taught muscle of Rei’s thigh slung over his shoulder, and mouthed at him, suppressing his own moan, “I’m so close, you feel so good.”
“Ah! ”
“Fuck, I want you to come for me, Rei, I want you to come on my cock, wanna feel you-”
Kazuki let out a startled yelp as Rei’s legs parted suddenly, leaving his shoulders and hooking under his arms and around his waist, ankles crossing in a vice and pulling him down, forwards, and over.
Kazuki cursed, falling until his face was mere millimetres from Rei’s, the change in angle of his hips almost unseating him from where he was buried balls deep in his clenching ass. Before Kazuki could protest, Rei’s fingers were fisted in his sweat damp hair, and yanking him down further until Kazuki’s face was pressed into his neck.
When Kazuki thrust his hips forwards, Rei met him with equal force, twin groans erupting as the rhythm was lost to wild, animal bucking.
Rei’s engorged, forgotten cock dragged wetly against Kazuki’s stomach, Rei’s hips pushing up further, seeking the sweet friction he’d been missing as Kazuki held his torso steady and fucked into him faster, harder, his balls clenching and heat spreading through his body.
“Rei, Rei, fuck, so deep, I’m gonna-”
Rei beat him to the mark, nails cutting into his skin as he came in hot, messy spurts between their bodies, his walls clenching in pulses as Kazuki fucked him through it until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He followed with an aborted shout, face pressed into the crook of Rei’s neck as his vision blurred and he emptied himself deep inside him.
Rei’s legs dropped immediately to the bed, knees drawn up either side of Kazuki’s waist and his ankles still crossed under his ass. Kazuki was vaguely aware of his own arms shaking with the effort of holding himself up before they gave way, chest hitting sticky chest with a dull thud.
It took several seconds before Kazuki’s mind cleared enough from the pleasant buzz of post-orgasm static to recognise the harsh, laboured breathing as not solely his own. He eased his eyes open just a fraction, half his face buried in the pillow beside Rei’s head, and gave his partner a lopsided grin.
Rei’s gaze was unfocused and staring straight up into nothingness, one hand still loosely fisted in Kazuki’s hair.
Reality hit Kazuki like a freight train, the thread of worry from before his lust consumed him breaking out into fresh anxiety. They’d fucked. His softening cock was still inside his best friend , his work partner, the guy he trusted to watch his back if things went south on a job, who he’d gladly take a bullet for any day of the week, who he was raising a kid with. And who was clearly knocked sideways and upside down by the intensity of the orgasm that Kazuki had helped him achieve, the evidence smeared on both of their stomachs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kazuki had just blown his fucking load in Rei’s ass raw. Kazuki couldn’t remember the last time he’d forgone a condom. More than a year ago, definitely, approaching two, maybe that slinky brunette with the strap- no, Kazuki, wrong time to think about that now.
Tentatively, Kazuki tried his weight on his arms again and was pleased to find they held with minimal complaint. He shuffled a little, aiming to slip himself free from Rei’s stretched out hole, but the grip on his hair tightened at once.
Kazuki glanced down with a sheepish smile only to find Rei staring straight back up at him, eyebrows furrowed and face set, the corner of his mouth barely tugging down.
“Not yet.”
Kazuki opened and closed his mouth, ignoring the frantic beating of his heart to trace his thumb gently behind Rei’s ear through the soft fuzz of his undercut, watching his partner shiver as his body relaxed again. “Alright,” he said, barely a whisper, not loud enough to betray the spike of panic that had gripped him.
With a little space between them again, Kazuki let himself look at the mess he’d made of Rei. Dark hair wet with sweat, sticking up in all directions; lips pink and bitten (had Kazuki done that? He didn’t think so…), chest flushed, the indentations between his ribs just visible with every breath in, stomach smeared in his own release. Rei’s cock was soft and wet, his balls loose and his thighs spread, the thick muscle relaxed and pliant.
Between his thighs, Kazuki could feel the pressure still gripping his own cock, dangerously close to slipping free, but the cage of Rei’s ankles under his own ass holding just enough pressure to keep him in.
If Kazuki had been ten years younger, he’s sure he’d be hard again already at the sight of him. Be that as it may, he wasn’t a hormone addled teenager anymore, and his cock could only give a weak throb in final salute.
“This… may have been a bad idea,” Kazuki said finally, his gaze travelling back up Rei’s torso to meet his eyes.
There it was again, that miniscule tug of a frown pulling at the corner of Rei’s mouth, almost imperceptible. Kazuki wanted to kiss it away.
“Why?” Suspicion laced Rei’s tone, his eyebrows barely drawn together.
Kazuki, still seated within the heat of Rei’s ass, wiped the back of his hand across his forehead, his eyes flicking to Rei’s from where he realised they’d been settled on his spit slick lips.
“Because I’m not going to stop thinking about it,” Kazuki’s tongue darted out for a second and he didn’t imagine Rei’s eyes following it, just for a moment, “because every time you come out of the shower in just a towel, or I find you in the kitchen at 3am nuking leftovers in your underwear, or you’re in those fucking skin tight yoga pants or working out shirtless I’m just going to think about you like this , fucked out and, and boneless , after I’ve just come inside you.”
Nostrils flaring with a sharp inhale, Rei twitched his head minutely to the side, eyes narrowing a fraction, the hand still in Kazuki’s hair gripping infinitesimally tighter, “and that would be a problem?”
“Yes! Obviously it would be!”
Rei’s nose crinkled as he scrutinised Kazuki. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to want to do it again!”
They stared at each other for a long moment, Kazuki a picture of incredulity, Rei considering.
“I thought you were supposed to be smart,” Rei said eventually, dropping his hand from Kazuki’s hair in favour of running the pad of his thumb lightly across the line of Kazuki’s jaw, a hint of end-of-the-day stubble just rough enough to cause a little friction. Kazuki instinctively followed the movement, leaning his face into the palm of Rei’s hand, his eyes dropping shut.
“Debatable. Most of my plans end up fucked these days,” Kazuki breathed a sigh.
“Because of me,” Rei added, voice almost as soft.
“Hey,” Kazuki chided, “don’t give yourself so much credit. At least you actually get results.”
“I do,” Rei agreed, giving his crossed ankles a tug under Kazuki’s ass and emphasising their point of connection, baring down in tandem on Kazuki’s overstimulated cock, “don’t I?”
With a muffled yelp, Kazuki tried to draw back, only to be met with solid, unyielding resistance from Rei’s crossed legs. His eyes narrowed, feeling his cheeks warm at the hint of a smile in Rei’s eyes.
“Fuck you.”
“You just did,” but Rei yielded at last, legs falling to either side of him and allowing Kazuki the space to pull out with a wet plop, grimacing at the loss and at the rivulets of lube and semen that left with him.
Kazuki let himself collapse next to him, both of his legs over Rei’s right thigh and his hands tucked above his head.
“So this was your master plan for seduction, then?”
“What?”
“Show me the biggest dildo I’ve seen in my life and hope that that got the message across?”
Next to him, Rei shrugged. “It worked.”
“And, just to be clear, for my own sake, so I know if I need to check myself or go take a cold shower in the future or some shit,” Kazuki stretched his neck to the side to peer at Rei’s profile, “is this a one time thing?”
Rei tilted his head to meet Kazuki’s eyes, auburn and blue in the warm electric light of his disused bedroom. “Not if I can help it.”
Something warm and light settled in Kazuki’s chest, any lingering fear receding as tiny, new wings unfurled and began to flutter. He let his head thunk back down against the crisp edge of the pillow and breathed out a sigh.
“Thank fuck for that,” he grinned, “it was hard enough already trying to keep my eyes to myself.”
Rei made a deep, agreeable noise next to him, not dissimilar to a purr.
“I still have one question, though,” Kazuki shot a sideways glance at his partner.
“Yeah?”
“The toys are in the gun cabinet, I get it, makes sense, it’s not like I dust the sniper rifle or anything,” Kazuki moved a hand in front of him in emphasis, “What I still don’t get is: I wash your underwear. I wash the towels , Rei. If you’ve been cranking it so often, what the hell do you do about the cleanup?”
A beat passed as Rei absorbed his words, “Oh,” he made a noncommittal noise, “usually just-”
Rei swiped a hand through the cooling mess of his spend on his abdomen and brought it to his open mouth, licking his hand clean in slow, careful strokes with the flat of his tongue.
Kazuki felt his ears turn red, unable to tear his eyes away. Deep in his gut, a spark of arousal reignited in a slow, burning heat.
“Oh, fuck .”