Archive of Our Own

Byakuya’s office was much warmer than his own. Makoto used to imagine he would prefer the cold. Appearances could be deceiving, he supposed. Maybe his icy blue eyes really did chill him down to his heart. Maybe the heat was comforting to him, the same way he felt more at ease in the chilly air of his own office.

Not that he didn’t feel at ease here. Byakuya was typing away at his expensive looking computer. (How did he even manage to get his hands on something like that, with the world in this state? That definitely wasn’t Future Foundation standard issue…) Makoto shuffled through the stack of files he had been asked to look through. He wasn’t really sure why he had been asked, though. It was strange for Byakuya to ask him to look over anything. He got the feeling he was coming to respect his opinion more and more these days (that made him happy. He kicked his feet in the soft office chair), but none of these felt nearly complex enough to warrant a second opinion. Especially not for someone as sharp as Byakuya.

So he was pretty sure he had really asked him here for a different reason. He just didn’t seem ready to ask yet. Makoto wouldn’t push him. He probably didn’t want to acknowledge that hesitance. So he kept flipping through the files, as if he would find anything to comment on.

The office was quiet. Byakuya was drumming his fingers on the table softly. That was a little odd; he wasn’t typically one to fidget. Makoto glanced up at him- and he really wasn’t expecting Byakuya to be looking back.

“H-huh?” Makoto asked, a little startled by the intensity of his gaze. Was he waiting for him to finish working..?

Byakuya averted his gaze to focus intently on the intricate name plate on his desk. He was definitely acting strange, he decided.

“Makoto.”

“Um. Yeah? What’s up, Byakuya?” Makoto asked, leaning forwards in his chair. He grinned softly. Byakuya seemed tense. Even more so than usual.

Icy blue eyes finally looked back at him- their eyes locked, then he sighed, reaching up a slender hand to rub at his temple. “You… You’ve looked through the files, correct? I take it you have nothing to note?” He continued on before Makoto had a chance to answer. “Good. If you’re all done, then, I have something else to ask of you.”

Of course he did. Makoto clasped his hands together. “Yeah? What can I do for you?”

Byakuya fixed his eyes on some point on the wall behind him. “Don’t sound so eager. You have no idea what I could be requesting of you.”

Makoto hummed. “Yeah, I guess not. So why don’t you go ahead and tell me? I’ll do whatever I can to help you, you know that.”

Byakuya rolled his eyes and mumbled something that didn’t sound particularly kind. He took a deep breath. “As I’m sure you know, as a Togami, I’ve always had to be especially cautious of who I let near to me. There have constantly been people out for my blood, even before all of this. Now… The severity of such a predicament has increased exponentially. There are very few people in this plane that I can say I even remotely trust. I’m sure you understand.” Makoto opened his mouth to offer some sort of assurance, but Byakuya went on, almost robotically, as if rehearsed: “When it comes to physical intimacy, which, of course, is a natural instinctual desire, there are very few I can safely allow at such a proximity. Therefore, I find you to be the only- one of the few people… as dull and common as you may be…”(And that felt forced in, he was pretty sure) “that I find suitable for such a task.”

He wasn’t exactly sure what he had expected Byakuya to ask, but it certainly wasn’t that. He had to sit in silence for a moment or two, to make sure he had processed that all correctly. Or maybe he was waiting to wake up. “You’re, uh, asking me to sleep with you?” He could feel his face warming up.

He rolled his eyes again. “I suppose you could say it like that.” (How was he supposed to say it?)

Makoto fidgeted with his hands. He was almost glad Byakuya wasn’t looking him in the eyes, now, because he wasn’t exactly sure how he was expected to react to a request like that. “O-oh. I, um, didn’t know you felt that way.” He rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled softly, nervously. He had always thought the heir might not be particularly interested in sex at all, the way he talked about the Togami inheritance system, or the way he recoiled whenever a girl showed any sort of interest in him. Maybe it was more the girls, and less the interest. Makoto thought distantly about the pressure he had felt his whole life to father children, and he felt a sharp pang in his heart.

Byakuya narrowed his eyes. “I don’t feel-”

Makoto stood up sharply before Byakuya could keep speaking. He already knew what he was going to say, but he didn’t really want to hear him say it out loud. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I didn’t mean it like that. I just didn’t expect you to ask something like that. I didn’t realize you were feeling so… er, lonely.”

He sneered at him. “Don’t say it like that.”

Makoto gulped. He wondered if he would still look at him so harshly when they were-

He shook his head and rubbed his cheeks. He could feel the flush building up on his face. “Y-yeah, ok. I think I understand.” he leaned forwards a little further over the desk. This probably wasn’t a great idea. He should probably say no. But the chances of getting an opportunity like this were so slim, it felt like a shame to pass on it. “Of course I’ll help you, Byakuya. Anything I can do to help you feel more at ease. I’m sure you’re awfully stressed out all the time, handling so much Future Foundation work… I can’t even imagine how you must feel.”

Byakuya opened his mouth, then closed it. He stared at Makoto blankly for a moment, then shook his head like he was clearing it of a troublesome thought. “...Alright. Are you done with your work for the day? I’ve taken care of all of my duties. I can take you home with me as soon as you’re ready to-”

Makoto sputtered a little. “T-today? You mean, right now..?” He hadn’t expected all this to move so quickly. Byakuya really seemed like one to think about this sort of thing much farther in advance. Maybe he had (he wondered what exactly he had been thinking…), but he still thought he would have given him more notice.

Byakuya quirked an eyebrow. “Is that alright with you?”

“Yes,” Makoto assured, a little faster than felt natural. “I just didn’t realize you meant…” he took a deep breath. “...Well, uhm. Maybe not right now? I’m kinda hungry right now. Are you hungry? I can’t remember if I’ve eaten today,” he rambled on. “I’ve got some food back in my office, I think. Do you want to go eat first? That sounds nice, don’t you think?”

Byakuya stood up. He was glaring at him. “Makoto,” he said firmly, walking around the desk towards him. “Take a breath, won’t you? I can hardly understand what you’re blabbering on about.” Makoto started walking towards the door before Byakuya could reach him. “...You can say no, you know.” They walked from Byakuya’s office, one behind the other, through the hall to Makoto’s.

Makoto looked back at him earnestly. “Of course I know that! It’s really ok. Am I acting weird? I’m a little nervous, I think. Not bad nervous. I’m glad to hear you trust me that much. I can’t think of many people I can rely on like I can you.” He reached out to squeeze his arm gently, but he held back. Physical contact felt a little strange, in this context. Which was weird.

Byakuya scoffed. “You don’t have to act so surprised. Obviously I do.” A little more quietly, he added, “I owe my life to you. You’re the reason I can trust. You know that.” He said it like it was a burden weighing on his heart, like it wasn’t so sweet it made Makoto’s stomach flip.

Makoto looked up at him, grin spilling across his face. Byakuya smiled faintly back at him, and he felt his heart flutter. He wondered how many other people had ever seen him smile so genuinely. He wondered if he was even aware he was doing it. He let his eyes flick back to the door handle. He could hear it click open, then the agonizingly slow creak of the door, and the low rumble of the refrigerator in his dim office, and all the noise of the silence was starting to feel suffocating- “And you’re, like, really pretty, but I’m sure you know that already,” he mumbled, flicking the light switch on and making his way over to the little fridge in the corner.

It was mostly empty. Bottles of water and a bag of celery that he probably should have thrown away a week ago and a plastic bag with slices of leftover store bought pizza.

“Obviously,” Byakuya muttered. The light of the fridge almost made his face look a little red.

Makoto grabbed the bag and let the door shut. “Er, I know you don’t really like food like this, but it’s all I have right now. You can have a slice if you want?”

“You could have told me you didn’t have anything. I can get you real food, you know.”

He reached a hand into the bag and pulled out a slice. “Mm, but I like pizza.” He handed the bag to Byakuya, and he took it reluctantly.

He walked over to the wall and slid down to sit on the floor. Byakuya shot him a questioning glance. “You have a chair, you know. You don’t need to reside on the floor like a filthy rodent.” Byakuya leaned against the wall. “You’re going to wrinkle your suit. More than it’s already wrinkled, I suppose....”

Makoto almost mentioned that he figured his suit was going to get a lot more wrinkled soon anyways, but it felt a little strange to say something like that. He took a bite of pizza. “It’s ok, work is over anyways. Hardly anyone is even here so late. And I only have the one chair. I thought you might want to sit there.” His office wasn’t quite as nice as Byakuya’s, being head of his division. He didn’t really ever need to hold meetings, so another chair felt like a waste of space. And money. There were plenty of chairs out there, if he ever needed one.

“But you’re on the other side of the room. Do you expect me to yell across the room to speak to you? And you’ve never had any problem sitting on my desk.”

“Your desk is a lot more organized. Don’t have to worry about crumpling important papers,” he mumbled through his pizza. Byakuya rolled his eyes and reluctantly took a bite of his own slice.

It was a little odd, looking up at the prim and proper heir towering above him, glaring at the cold piece of pizza he was eating. He really hadn’t thought he would want to eat it at all.

Makoto swallowed. He tapped his toes against the smooth office floor, and the sharp thumping echoed around the quiet space.

“...So, uhm. What exactly are you looking for from me?” He finally asked. He traced little shapes on the cold floor with an unsteady finger.

“...Pardon?” Byakuya looked away.

“Well, you know,” Makoto took another bite of pizza. He chewed for a moment. “You always think things out before, uh, taking action, yeah? So I figured you had something specific in mind before you asked me to help you out.” It was quiet again. His pizza was gone. Makoto kept talking. “Like, uh… if there’s a certain way you want me to act, or… if you’d rather me be on the bottom, or what, or-” he tensed up a bit, leaning back so his back was flat against the wall. “O-or if you even want to go that far… I’m, uh, I really have no clue what you’re looking for. I want you to tell me. I want to make you feel- uh, I want to… I want to help you as best as I can, you know?”

He glanced back up at Byakuya, but he was still looking away. Even without seeing his face, Makoto could tell he was thinking of what to say. And even if he knew what he was looking for already, he supposed he usually did have trouble communicating what he wanted.

“Act like yourself. Don’t try anything strange. You’re on top.” A breath. “Don’t be rough.”

Makoto felt the heat rising in his cheeks. Even his blunt, nondescript words were inciting some interesting imagery in his mind. “Y-yeah, ok. I can do that. I’ll be gentle with you.”

It almost sounded like Byakuya was preparing some sort of sharp retort to that, but he dissolved into a reluctant sigh. “Ok.” He took one last bite of his pizza, then held the crust out to Makoto. He took it from him gratefully. “Is there anything that you are… particularly uncomfortable with?”

Makoto thought about that for a moment. “...er, are you thinking about doing anything particularly unconventional..?” He took a bite of pizza crust. “But no, I don’t think so. I trust you. If it’s you, there isn’t much of anything I think I’d be uncomfortable with.”

Byakuya didn’t say anything for several moments, then, and Makoto was almost worried he had said the wrong thing, until he finally heard that sharp, bored inhale. “Are you quite done? You’ve eaten your excuse for food, why don’t we get out of here already?”

He shoved the last of the pizza in his mouth and moved to scramble up to his feet- Byakuya reached out a hand to pull him up. It was warm. Byakuya let go, then spun around and walked out of the office, and Makoto trotted after him.

…

Makoto probably would have paid more attention to Byakuya’s house in different circumstances. It was nice. It was full of nice things. He felt like it would be far too easy to break something very expensive, something irreplaceable.

Mostly he was focused on the hand just barely touching the small of his back, guiding him through the winding halls. He could feel the warmth of his hand, but hardly any pressure was there, as if he couldn’t fully decide whether to commit to the action or not. He wondered if Byakuya felt anywhere near as nervous as he did. He was getting a little worried he may end up doing something embarrassing, or maybe, if he wasn’t good enough, Byakuya would find someone else to fulfill his needs. Or maybe he would ask him to come back. He wasn’t sure which was worse. Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea.

…Although, it was a little hard to maintain the sentiment while Byakuya guided him into his bedroom, shut the door behind them, gave him a hesitant blue glance- Byakuya was apprehensive too, he figured. He wondered if he had ever done anything like this before.

“Uhh…” Makoto mumbled. His eyes flicked around the room. “You have a lovely home.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. He hadn’t really noticed most of it, but his bedroom was nice. Much cozier than he would have expected. His bed looked soft. Everything was organized very nicely. Bright sunlight filtered through a large window, dimly illuminating the room even with the lights off. He had shelves full of books. There was no way he had actually read all of them, Makoto was pretty sure.

“...Stop talking,” he said firmly, quietly. “Go get on the bed.”

Makoto blinked. “Uh… Maybe you should, uh. Put me on the bed,” he said, not quite as seductively as he had in his head.

Byakuya glared down at him. “What.”

Makoto fidgeted with the collar of his blazer to avoid looking in those sharp eyes. “I, uh, think I was trying to say, like. You should make me. Get on the bed. Sorry, that was, uh. That was stupid,” he chuckled nervously. He turned to shuffle towards the bed, and to escape those judgemental eyes.

There was a long, drawn out sigh behind him, then a hand on his back, and then his face hit soft blankets- his breath caught in his chest when he glanced at the man behind him, pushing him down against the bed. He felt awfully vulnerable, bent over the bed like this. His heart was racing.

“Was that along the lines of what you had in mind?” Byakuya asked, almost boredly. God. He was such a dork. Makoto had to take a moment to catch his breath.

“Yes,” he finally said. He wiggled free, and Byakuya released the pressure on his back. Makoto turned around and shrugged off his blazer. It was getting warm. “Come over here?” He looked into pretty blue eyes with what he hoped was a persuasive grin.

Byakuya climbed onto the bed so he was kneeling beside him. He stared at him through narrowed eyes.

“H-hey.” He was sitting on the bed, next to Byakuya, which was weird, and he hadn’t really thought of what he would do once he got to this point. There were lots of things he wanted to do, but he wasn’t sure what Byakuya wanted, and he would rather avoid getting kicked out.

He hadn’t even thought about that. He hoped Byakuya let him stay.

He expected a sharp retort to his awkward bumbling, but Byakuya only stared forwards. “Hey, are you ok?” He reached out for a pale hand clenching at the bedsheets below. He hardly even resisted, releasing the fabric and letting Makoto lace their fingers together. “You know,” he pulled their hands up, “I feel like I probably should have mentioned this before, but I’ve never done anything like this before. I, uh. I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m pretty terrified right now, actually. Like I’m gonna do something stupid and you’ll never be able to look me in the eyes again.” He chuckled nervously.

Byakuya blinked. “I think you underestimate the stupidity I’ve witnessed from you already. I can hardly imagine what you would have to do to achieve that.” Makoto pulled him forwards, and Byakuya offered no resistance. He inched forwards to sit between Makoto’s legs and leaned his weight onto the shorter man’s chest. Makoto wondered if he actually wanted to be closer or if he just didn’t want to look him in the eyes anymore. He really liked holding him like this.

“Well, that’s reassuring, I think.” He wrapped his arms loosely around Byakuya’s back. “You seem nervous.”

“Well, you never have been terribly perceptive. I’m not.”

“C’mon, you don’t have to lie to me. What am I gonna do? I’m not going to leave you, or laugh at you, or think any differently of you, no matter what happens. You know that, right?”

It was silent, then Byakuya was biting at his neck- he hadn’t been expecting it, certainly, but even then, the force surprised him. Makoto gasped loudly and pulled Byakuya closer to him.

“Take your clothes off.” And the breathless, harsh way he said it made Makoto shiver.

And so he did as he was told- reluctantly, he backed away, then pulled off his tie, kicked off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt- Byakuya was watching him intently all the while, which made it difficult to focus. He fumbled with the zipper of his pants. “You can undress too, you know,” he mumbled.

Byakuya hummed in mock thoughtfulness. “Mm, but I was hoping you could do that.” He seemed to have his confidence back, at least.

Makoto kicked off his pants quickly, off to whatever corner of the room they ended up in. “Oh. Yeah, ok.” He was definitely ok with that. Byakuya was staring at him with a strange look in his eyes. He hadn’t ever seen anything quite like that from him before. He reached out a shaking hand to pull off the other man’s blazer, and Byakuya followed his hands with his eyes.

Makoto finally pulled his shirt off and let his hand ghost across Byakuya’s chest. It was slightly more toned than he had imagined (Which really wasn’t saying much. He still enjoyed running his hands across skin and watching Byakuya try to repress a shudder. He still sort of felt like he was dreaming.) “You, uh, have a really nice body, Byakuya.” He liked the way his arms wrapped around his slender waist, he liked how warm he felt against him. It was nice being so close to him.

Byakuya huffed. “I know. Shut up.” He liked watching his face heat up, too. He didn’t seem particularly accustomed to this type of affection.

He let his hand drift down slowly. He could hear his breath rattling in his ears. He let his hand hover above him, and- “Heh… You’re pretty hard already. God, that’s… Uh, I guess I should go ahead and take your pants off, then,” he mumbled. Despite his words, he couldn’t resist palming at him through fabric for a moment or two before reaching for the zipper- Byakuya gasped and reached out a hand to grasp at his shoulder. “H-hey, it’s ok,” Makoto huffed, maybe halfway to himself, as he pulled stiff pants down pale hips. “I knew you’d be pent up… Oh, I know how much pressure you’ve got on you these days…” He ran his hands down his bare thighs. He wanted to kiss them, to mark them up and down, but he wasn’t sure if that was exactly in line with gentle. Or platonic. “It must be hard on you. Heh. B-but I’ve got you, you know? None of that matters right now. You can just… Let go, let yourself feel good, right now.”

“Makoto,” he breathed roughly, and Makoto worried briefly that he might not be able to last quite as long as Byakuya might have been hoping for. “You talk far too much.”

He scooted a little closer and nuzzled into the warm crook of his neck. “No, I mean it. Relax, ok? He licked at his neck before he could think better of it, and Byakuya tilted his head back slightly. “I’ve got you, Byakuya.”

But maybe all that was working him up more than anything else. Byakuya grabbed at Makoto’s other shoulder and pinned him back down against the bed.

And here he was, pressed against impossibly soft, plush sheets. Soft and smooth and enveloping him but still cold and comforting and-

He had never had nearly enough money at any point in his life to have experienced something like this. A blanket was a blanket to him. It was nice to have anything, really. No matter how thin or raggedy, it still made him feel safe. Strange, what could make you feel at ease.

Like the man above him, looking him over with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes, practically snarling over him as his eyes flicked across his body. Maybe that was strange on its own, but it felt very Byakuya, still. He enjoyed being looked at like that, he decided. It filled him with some feeling of thrill, something adjacent to fear, but still he felt secure.

The man was better than whatever ridiculously expensive sheets were below him, he figured. Byakuya had lots of expensive things. Any one thing he owned was probably enough to rival whatever his whole family had ever possessed. But Byakuya held him in his arms right now. He wasn’t looking at the bed, or at the pretty paintings on the walls, or any of the other things he had been too flustered to notice on the way in. His attention was all on him.

Whatever kind of attention it was, he would take it.

It was strange. Looking up into those hungry blue eyes, it was obvious that Byakuya wanted him. Before approaching him, Byakuya had thought about him and imagined all this and decided that he wanted it. Wanted him. He wanted him in a way he didn’t want anyone else.

It was strange, knowing that the other man felt that way. He wondered if he had thought about him before. Touched himself and imagined that it had been him. Wished that he had been there. He really hadn’t imagined he had felt such a way. He was glad he did. Maybe. This was all a little strange.

Maybe this wasn’t entirely what he wanted. He had always told himself he wouldn’t get into a situation like this. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea. But it was really great, being looked at this way. Byakuya wanted him, wanted to be closer than what their friendship had ever provided. It was hard to say no to something like that. He just wouldn’t let his feelings get in the way. He had been happy with friendship, and he was certainly happy with this. He didn’t need anything else. How could he ask for more?

And so he smiled up at the man above him. “Hi,” he murmured sweetly. “What’s going on? I thought you wanted me on top. If you want me to touch you, you only have to say so. I’m here for you, you know.” He moved to sit up, and Byakuya let him. He stayed seated in Makoto’s lap, straddling his thighs and holding onto him by the shoulders. He towered over him, and Makoto had to crane his neck up to look into his eyes. He could feel his erection against his stomach.

“Hurry up and do it, then,” Byakuya huffed.

“You’re just as needy as I imagined you’d be,” Makoto said fondly, letting a hand rest on his back. He reached down his other hand to hover above the bulge in his stupid silky underwear.

“It’s not my fault you’re going so goddamn slowly.” Byakuya bucked his hips up to meet with Makoto’s palm, and Makoto rubbed at him softly with his fingertips. “What do you even mean by that? What were you imagining?”

Makoto tensed up slightly. “I-it’s not like- I just meant, er.” He didn’t want to mention that he really had imagined having Byakuya like this, one or several times before. It didn’t really feel relevant. Byakuya probably didn’t want to know things like that.

He let his fingers dip below Byakuya’s waistband and trace circles against his skin. He could feel Byakuya warm against the back of his hand. He almost felt bad for teasing him like this, but he wanted to make this last as long as he could. He was certain Byakuya was enjoying the attention, even if he wouldn’t admit it. He always seemed to get annoyed when Makoto had to split his time among others. Now he had his undivided attention, at least. He let himself revel in the fact that he really did seem to want him all to himself.

He finally wrapped a hand around Byakuya and pulled him out from the cloth suppressing him- Byakuya let out a hiss of relief at the freedom, which was much more erotic than Makoto had thought something like that could be. He let his eyes flick down to his erection. He was so pretty, laid out bare and vulnerable just for him.

….not for him, exactly. But he could imagine he was, right now. Or maybe that was a bad idea. Makoto gave him a gentle pump with his hand, and Byakuya gasped and let his head fall so his nose pressed against the top of his head. His hair ruffled with every breath.

He had to fight back the urge to put him in his mouth, because he hadn’t told him to do anything like that- he didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, and he didn’t exactly know what he was doing. It would be embarrassing to gag on him, or for his jaw to give out… so he kept stroking Byakuya, teasingly slow, reveling in the soft groans he let out at the contact. This was definitely good too. The strain of his voice made his own dick twitch in his boxers. He was so warm and real in his hand, leaning against him…

…He could wait a little longer. He could prolong this, just a few minutes more. Byakuya was trembling against him. He wished he could stay like this forever.

Byakuya buried a hand deep in soft brown hair, which was nice, until he tugged hard to pull his head up so he was forced to look him in the eyes (but who was he kidding, he liked that, too-) Makoto let his lips part slightly, as he looked up at the pretty, disheveled man only inches away from him. He wanted to kiss him very badly. But he wouldn’t. They hadn’t talked about that.

Byakuya stared at him intently, impatiently, like he was waiting for him to do something. He wasn’t quite sure what he was waiting for…

He sat up, then, letting go of Byakuya. “Oh! Uh, I guess I should… Do you have any lube around here?” he asked, and the other man rolled his eyes.

“In the bedside table on the left. The top drawer. Hurry up, would you?” And Makoto scooted away from him, towards the table. He thought it was sort of odd that Byakuya was making him get it, even though he was the one who knew where it was. But that was ok. He wanted to take care of him, right now. He wondered if he had ever had anyone to do that for him before.

He quickly grabbed the bottle and shuffled back over. He settled down in front of Byakuya and poured some lube onto his fingers. He hadn’t expected it to be so cold. “Mkay, um… are you ready..?” He reached out a tentative hand between his legs, and he was surprised by how easily they parted for him. He had never expected him to be so pliant in a situation like this. He was glad he was able to trust him so easily.

Makoto pressed a finger to Byakuya’s hole, and his face turned red in a way he had never seen before. He rubbed gentle circles into his entrance. “Hey, are you ok? You look a little, uh, worked up… I’ve hardly even touched you yet, and you’re as red as a tomato,” he said with a lopsided grin. He was awfully cute so embarrassed like this.

“Sh-shut up,” Byakuya growled. “Quit teasing me. You’re not nearly as good at this as you think you are. Hurry up and… Get inside, already.” Makoto might have been offended by that, if it weren’t for his breathless voice or his weeping dick or the way he couldn’t even fully maintain his cold glare- Makoto scooted closer, and Byakuya lowered his head to nuzzle into his neck.

“Ok, ok, sorry. I didn’t realize you were so desperate for it,” he chuckled, finally pressing a finger inside. The idea of being inside of him was a little overwhelming, but he pushed on. Byakuya groaned loudly, and Makoto moved his finger slowly.

And as he kept working him open, Byakuya grabbed onto his shoulders and pulled him closer against him. Makoto liked the way he moved him so easily. He liked the way he started nibbling on his neck, too. He hadn’t realized Byakuya was so into neck biting. “Heh, I wouldn’t have guessed you were so, uh… bitey,” he mumbled blissfully. “Y-your going to leave me covered in marks, you kn-know…” He couldn’t tell if it was him or Byakuya who shivered at that, when they were pressed together like this. He was pretty sure his face was just as red as Byakuya’s was at the thought. He pressed a second finger into him and started scissoring him open.

Byakuya gasped out something that sounded an awful lot like his name, and Makoto had to bite down on his lip so hard he almost thought he might draw blood. He felt a little overwhelmed, and he wasn’t even inside of him yet. It was hard to keep his composure like this, pressed against Byakuya’s bare chest and feeling his ragged breathing and his sharp teeth and warm tongue against his neck, fingers pressed so possessively into the soft skin of his back… the way Byakuya was holding onto him made him a little dizzy- he had never felt quite so wanted before.

He should probably hurry up and get inside him, before he did something embarrassing.

His heart flipped at the thought that that was something Byakuya wanted from him.

“Ok, I’m gonna… are you ready for me yet?”

“Y-you don’t have to keep asking i-idiodic questions like that,” he hissed. “Hurry up.”

…Well, it was hard to say no to him, especially when he looked at him like that. He pulled his fingers out, and Byakuya whined. “You’re the one who asked me to be gentle with you,” he huffed, and he could feel Byakuya’s hair rustling against his cheek. “I want to make this good for you, you know. I-It’s hard for me to wait, too…”

“I never said that. Idiot.” Byakuya pressed his teeth against Makoto’s chin. What a brat, he thought fondly. He took a sharp breath before pressing him down so he laid against the bed. It continued to amaze him how little resistance the other man was giving him- he laid sprawled against the soft duvet, and if he wasn’t so worked up, he thought he could stare at him like that forever.

Makoto climbed on top of him so his hands rested on either side of his chest. He smiled down at the man breathing heavily below him. He had always been terribly attractive, but something about seeing him so unraveled by his own hand made him especially excited.

“Mm, I don’t know, it just feels right to go slow. I don’t want to rush it. Isn’t it supposed to feel better when you go slow, anyways? That’s a thing, right?”

“I d-don’t care. I don’t care how much demented pleasure you derive from watching me squirm, I just want you inside me already.”

That statement made him lose whatever composure he had left. He knew he didn’t mean it the way he wanted to hear it, but it was nice to imagine.“H-heh, yeah, ok.”

So he pressed into him, finally, finally- and he felt so warm and real around him he could hardly stand it. “B-Byakuya,” he moaned softly, filthily. He clenched the plush bed sheets tightly to prevent himself from moving too quickly.

Sharp, perfect fingernails dug into the skin of his back. Byakuya was looking at him intently, eyes lidded, pretty lips parted- he looked absolutely gone, and he was only part way in. He pushed on, reveling in the pretty faces Byakuya made all the while.

He hardly even noticed he was gasping for air by the time he bottomed out. “G-god, you feel amazing, Byakuya,” Makoto huffed while he tried to catch his breath.

“I’m s-sure. Hurry up and move.” He sounded so breathless it made his heart ache.

“I-I’m getting to it,” he mumbled. “It’s… ah, this is a lot. Are y-you sure you’re ready?”

“If you ask me that one more time, I sw-swear on my name I’m going to finish without you.” Makoto wasn’t sure if he believed that, but he wasn’t going to chance it. “I didn’t ask you here to fawn over me, I asked you to m- mrghmm…” Whatever he was trying to say, he didn’t have a chance to finish- Makoto pulled out, then pushed back in gently- he hardly even moved, but it was enough to render Byakuya speechless.

“O-oh… But I like fawning over you… Ah… I’ve g-got to take care of you, Byakuya. I don’t think you will, if I d-don’t…” he moved slowly, back and forth. He felt good. It wasn’t nearly enough, but he really could bear the thought of it ending, so he kept on with his excruciatingly slow pace.

Byakuya wrapped pretty, warm legs around him. He was so close to him right now. Closer than he’d ever been before, closer than he might ever be again. He shuddered through shallow breaths.

The man below him huffed. “M-Makoto-” he took a few deep breaths, as if gathering himself to speak. He glared up at him, but the effect wasn’t quite the same with the desperate gleam in his eyes. “Wh-why are you-” he let out an exasperated groan. Makoto slowed down to hear him better, but that seemed to just irritate him farther. “Why aren’t you- Do y-you have any idea,” he hissed, digging his fingernails into his skin so hard he was certain it would leave marks, “How fortunate you are that I selected you to do this with me?” he hadn’t expected the raw emotion in his voice- something he couldn’t quite place. “Someone with my title, with my name?”

“Er, yes,” Makoto mumbled. He wasn’t sure what he was getting at. He pressed his fingers into the skin of Byakuya’s chest to distract himself from the lack of friction.

“Then why aren’t you- You’re hardly even-”

Makoto stared intensely into cloudy blue eyes. “Even what? T-tell me what you want, Byakuya, anything you want…”

Byakuya glanced to the side bitterly. “I want you to stop moving so damn slow. I want,” and he took a long, drawn out breath- “I want you to lose control. To act like you want to be here.”

Makoto blinked. “B-Byakuya, you know there’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be than here with you-”

Harsh eyes glared back up at him. “Then why don’t you act like it?” He realized, then, that the gleam in his eyes looked an awful lot like hurt, if the water building up was anything to go by.

“Because I-,” and he had to blink back his own tears, at the pressure in his stomach or maybe the rare emotion in Byakuya’s voice, or at the idea of losing him- “I d-don’t know what’s going to happen when this is over,” he mumbled. “I don’t want this to end… I j-just want to stay like this with you forever.” Byakuya didn’t reply, and so he went on before he could think better of it. “I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Byakuya, and I-” he sniffled pathetically, “And I’m going to have you, and maybe you’ll want me again, but one d-day you’re going to get bored and find someone else you don’t think will kill you that you want more, and I-” He trailed off into a sob.

It was silent, except for the crying, for longer than felt natural. He had stopped moving completely by now. It was excruciating, staying so still. Makoto was worried Byakuya really would kick him out now, or make him finish then never be able to look him in the eye again-

Byakuya finally took a deep, shaky breath. “You know you’re not the only person in the world that I trust not to kill me, yes? Don’t give yourself so much credit.”

“Then why did you choose me?” He couldn’t stop his tears from flowing now, welling up in his eyes and splashing down on Byakuya’s chest.

“Why do you think? God, you’re the most idiotic…What, you thought I’d want you because you’d fuck me the best?”

Makoto winced at that. He wished he had never opened his mouth, that he had just let this all run its course. Whatever pain it would have caused him couldn’t be as awful as this.

“God, what are you… I’ve never known someone so- Idiot.” Byakuya pulled him closer against him, and Makoto cried out at the sudden movement. “I’ve never wanted-” there was something so desperate and uncharacteristically earnest in his gaze that Makoto hardly recognized him. “There's never been anyone but you. Obviously.”

Makoto blinked. “Wh-what..? Byakuya, what are you…” Now that he was being held above the other man’s face, it was hard to who’s tears were who’s.

“You- I’m not going to get bored of you, Makoto. There’s no one else. You’re the only one I’ve ever-“ he groaned. “I’ve never wanted this with anyone but you. So would you please stop worrying and just make love to me already?”

“I-” He wasn’t sure why he was still crying, now- He was so overwhelmed by some emotion he couldn’t name, and he was inside of Byakuya and Byakuya was crying-

A hand found its way into brown hair, pulling him closer. “M-Makoto. I meant what I said. Stop crying on me and d-do something or I will kick you out.” They were so close Makoto could feel his shallow breaths against his nose.

“I th-think you’re crying all over yourself already, Byakuya,” he sniffled, reaching up a unsteady hand to wipe away a stream of tears. He let his hand glide over his cheek gently. He kept talking, before that pretty face could respond with a scathing remark. “B-but yeah, I’ll… oh…” he murmured, thrusting back into him slowly. “Mmm…”

He kept moving, slowly at first, but still more firmly than before. He enjoyed the feeling of Byakuya bucking up to meet his movements- the feeling of moving against him was intoxicating, and he could hardly control the stream of contentment leaving his mouth. Not that he particularly wanted to.

It was nice, feeling Byakuya below him. He felt so good, and so did the incoherent noises of pleasure Byakuya made with each push, and the possessive hands holding him tight-

He kept pounding into the taller man, pressing him against the bed. He had never expected Byakuya to be so loud, but he welcomed the desperate, breathy way his name sounded from his mouth.

“You s-seem to be enjoying yourself…”

“Shut u-up…”

“N-no, I mean… ah… It’s really hot. You’re s-so- mm, you’re so perfect, Byakuya…”

Byakuya let out a grumble that sounded an awful lot like a moan and Makoto gave him an especially firm thrust. “M-Makoto!” He shouted, pressing his fingers so hard against his skin that he gasped. “R-Right there. D-don’t… Please…”

“I’m not gonna… D-don’t worry, I’ve got you, Byakuya…” He pressed into him, other man writhing below him- he really hoped he was close, because he couldn’t imagine lasting much longer with Byakuya like this. He grabbed Byakuya’s twitching cock in his hand and pumped him in time with his thrusts. It felt so good to hold him in his hand like this, to hear Byakuya react to each and every movement- his pretty blue eyes rolled back in his head, which was a bit of a shame, because he so desperately wanted Byakuya’s eyes to be on him-

Pressure was building up in his stomach, so good, nearly too much. “By-akuya…” Makoto gasped out. “Y-you’re so good… So good for me… I don’t think- Mm, Byakuya, I’m gonna-”

“Mrgh… hurry up and do it, th-then,” Byakuya growled, grasping at his back with a death grip.

It only took a few more erratic thrusts to bring Makoto over the edge. With a sharp cry he came into him, keeping up his movements as he felt him come into his hand. He kept pumping him in his hand until he heard soft mumbles of protest, and he finally let himself pull out and collapse on top of Byakuya’s heaving chest.

Byakuya still held onto him tightly, as if there was any chance he would lose him now. Makoto nuzzled against his cheek. All the tension he had been feeling, the worry worming away at his heart, it was all a distant memory. Maybe from the climax, or perhaps from Byakuya’s words. He felt light and carefree and safe in a way he hadn’t let himself feel in a long time, he realized. He couldn’t think of anywhere he felt more at ease than his best friend’s arms.

Byakuya huffed below him, once he finally caught his breath. “Would you stop squirming around..?”

Makoto brushed a strand of glistening blond hair out of his face. “Oh, sorry. You seemed to be pretty into it earlier…”

His annoyed snort seemed at least a little amused, or embarrassed, maybe, which was better than he expected. “...I feel like even you could understand the importance of context...”

“Er, yeah. I think, uh,” he mumbled. “I’m not exactly sure what the context is anymore.” He let his hand trail down to wipe away a bead of sweat. “S-sorry, uh, I didn’t really think about what to do after we, uh… I’m not sure what happens now.” He chuckled nervously, like it would do any good in filling the silence. “So, uh… Was that what you were looking for, or..?”

Byakuya sighed, long and drawn out to the point of near ridiculousness. The man had been completely breathless just a couple moments before… “I suppose you could say you met my expectations.”

He waited for him to go on, but it seemed that was all he intended to say. “...Mm. I’m glad to hear that. I was worried.” He let his lips ghost against his cheek as he went on. “I, uh, really enjoyed it. If you were wondering. You were really great.”

“I could tell. You aren’t exactly hard to read.” Byakuya titled his head to the side to press his lips against Makoto’s- he hummed his surprise before pressing back. He cradled his face in his hands and nibbled at his bottom lip.

Kissing him was nice. He was much slower, much gentler than he expected. Maybe he was tired. He didn’t much mind either way- he liked going slow, so he could enjoy every breath and movement. He liked that Byakuya took his time kissing him, even after getting what he had called him here for.

So he was able to pull back without worrying that he would never feel his lips again. He stared fondly into blue eyes. A slender hand was playing idly with his hair. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t know what comes next, either.” He gave him another firm peck.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” Makoto didn’t miss the way his eyes followed his lips when he pulled away.

“Mm, see, you’re avoiding giving an answer,” he grinned. “That’s ok… Er, Byakuya, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?”

Byakuya stared at him blankly for a while. “Wh-what?”

“W-well, I like you a lot, Byakuya,” he started. “And I don’t know if I got the wrong impression earlier, but… Um, I think I’d like to try being more than friends with you. So maybe we could go on a date, as more than friends.”

Cold eyes narrowed at him. “And what exactly did you have in mind?”

He hadn’t had much of anything prepared, but he figured he could come up with something. “Mm, maybe we could go to that old park. I’ve heard there are ducks over by the lake.”

“No one maintains that park. We aren’t going there. I hope you weren’t going to suggest we feed the ducks.” He rubbed circles into Makoto’s scalp idly as he complained.

“Yeah, ok, I didn’t think so… You could come over to my apartment, maybe. We could watch a movie. I found a bunch of old DvDs, a few months ago. I’m sure there’s something in there you would like.” He kissed away the wrinkles forming around the corners of his lips. “I’m great at making microwave ramen.”

“...I can bring food,” Byakuya decided.

“Oh, you don’t like ramen? I can make it real nice. I’ll light some candles, too, see if I can find a tablecloth in my closet… It’ll be super romantic.” Makoto chuckled at the thought.

He got a few moments of hesitation, which was as good as a win, when it came to him. “...We can figure out food later. I’ll be impressed if you manage to get through the night without burning the place down…”

Makoto laughed again, reaching his free hand out to Byakuya’s. Long, warm fingers interlaced with his. “Ok. I don’t really care what we eat, as long as you’re there.”

He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the blush on his face, this time. “You’ve been sweating. You’re going to be terribly sticky, soon.”

“Oh, are you kicking me out already?” He squeezed his hand gently.

“That’s not what I said. You need to take a shower. You’re disgusting, as it were.”

Makoto mock-pouted, as best as he could. “You’ll go with me, won’t you?” He wasn’t sure if it had much effect- he was met with rolling of frosty eyes.

“Are you going to tell me you’re incapable of washing yourself, now?” Byakuya smirked at him slyly.

“I wasn’t going to ask you to do that. But if you’re offering, I guess you co-”

“Stop talking,” He barked through darkening cheeks.

“Alright. Shower. Very soon. Just, uh, one more kiss?” And Byakuya’s irritated-embarrassed silence was all he needed to lean down and plant another tender kiss against his pretty lips. He kissed him, and kissed him some more until he finally gasped and let him lick gently, curiously at the inside of his mouth. Byakuya pulled him impossibly closer, sighing in something that sounded an awful lot like contentment.

It was a little more than one kiss, but neither of them minded terribly much. And perhaps they would both be sticky with sweat by the time they finally managed to get into the shower, but Makoto wouldn’t complain about the excuse to spend more time with him.