[ The clutch of Reki's body leaves him breathless, and when he moves, Kojiro falters all over again. He rides too high like this, too close to something he never thought he'd have. Because fucking Reki is one thing, but loving him like this? Having him when it actually means something? That's so much better than just sensation or pleasure. That fills Kojiro up, brimming and soul-deep, and he's still not entirely sure what to do with that.
It all defaults to aggression, a decades-old defense mechanism against feeling anything too deeply. That's why Kojiro’s hand tightens around Reki's throat, holding his neck like an anchor against the sudden hard drive of Kojiro's cock. That's why his moans all come out a low growl into Reki's ear, breath hot, teeth grit and bared. That's why he's just a little too mean, right on the edge of feral for Reki, riding the cusp of too fucking much. ]
Just tonight? Look at what happens when you're sweet for me, though.
[ He's half-expecting Reki to call him on that bluff though. Because what happens when he's sweet? Exactly the same thing that happens when he's mouthy? What kind of incentive is that? It's bullshit, and Kojiro knows it the second it leaves his mouth.
Maybe the solution is: don't leave room for Reki to call him out. The drag of Kojiro's cock is angled just right to make Reki see stars, and he's pounding in hard enough to drive the breath right out of him, if the hand on his neck weren't already doing the trick. Too hard, too fast, but Reki said tear me apart, and Kojiro's not about to disappoint. ]
[ it doesn't take any fraction of the brains that kojiro is fucking out of him to realize they're at the borderlands of something here, riding a savage, dangerous edge that no one in their right mind would try to tip. which is exactly what reki does — all he can do, really, when he's so completely ensnared, held fast and fucked so deeply that his movement is limited to full-bodied shudders. the meager attempts he makes at bending his spine a little more sharply, opening up his trembling legs as if kojiro needs anymore of a welcome between them, have always fallen harmlessly against kojiro's ironclad sense of self-control, but it's so much fun to try. there's no greater rush than wondering if this'll be the time he drives kojiro out of his fucking mind.
how funny it would be if this was the key all along, dropping the strategy and performance for just the soft, rhythmic sounds that kojiro pounds out on him, sobbing for more with feverish desperation every time he has the breath to spare. kojiro doesn't give him enough space to form any coherent words, but the sentiment's pretty obvious when he lifts up a hand to gently cover the one around his throat, a gesture they've probably shared a hundred times before but in an exciting new context.
and under the watchful eye of a camera he refuses to drop, no matter how unsteady his aim has become. (it's kojiro's, it's important.) opening up, letting a vulnerable, "please" slip from his aching throat for the split second that he can recall the word, is more excruciating than anything else he's ever experienced. but for someone worth it, for kojiro, it's almost a relief to lose that last shred of dignity, watching in frame as his own eyes roll back and he lets himself come apart beneath their linked fingers. when everything feels so good, why not become liquid, trusting kojiro's capable hands to shape him how he likes? ]
[ Fuck, Reki looks stunning like this. It's not the first time Kojiro's thought so, and it sure as hell won't be the last, but this is damn-near the most beautiful thing Kojiro's ever seen. Fevered and messy and twisted, winding himself from one impossible angle to the next while he chokes out these pleas, and--
And what is there to do, really? What is Kojiro ever supposed to do, when Reki's got him right on the edge of something absolutely dangerous? When he's begging at the door of this animal part of Kojiro, and then reaching up to lace their fingers together? God, how is he so fucking perfect?
So maybe Kojiro's being a little too mean right now. Maybe it's not totally necessary for Reki to keep on holding that camera. Not when the case has a kickstand and there's a perfectly good tub ledge to set it on. The barrage of Kojiro's hips doesn't let up -- every thrust a sharp splash and clap against the Reki's ass -- but he snatches the phone out of Reki's hand, props it up on the ledge, in a spot between the candles that looks like it was practically made for it. ]
Good job, beautiful. [ The praise is so jarring against his tone, practically ground out in a breathy staccato into Reki's ear. Kojiro's grip on his throat goes slack, sliding around to press the heel of his hand between Reki's shoulderblades and shove him forward. ]
[ reki's already moving before kojiro gets him where he wants him, driving back against a cock that feels for a startling second like it's about to fall free. not on his watch, not when he's this hungry for it, too torqued out of his mind on the explosion of heat he feels every time it saws right through him. he doesn't even realize he gets to scream about it now until he hears his own voice ringing off the walls, which just inspires him to snap his hips harder and really give the neighbors something to worry about. ]
Baby—
[ he's not doing anything. clawing at the wall, maybe, clumsily trying to do what he's told when his body is actively getting in the way. his other hand hasn't gotten the memo, digging roughly into kojiro's thigh to give himself all the force he needs to climb higher and higher with every thrust, a frantic bid to bury kojiro's cock where he needs it most even though there's no more space left inside him. his body has gone tight as a vice, selfishly wringing every agonizing spark out of this desperate clash of flesh. he doesn't even realize he's coming because it's never happened like this before, an endless drip that feels even better when it's worried, when he's dropping himself so hard on kojiro's lap he can feel them both bruising. ]
So— fucking good, please—
[ he's liable to break himself apart before he ever gets whatever he's begging for, but it doesn't matter. he's still sliding a hand over his own ass to open up his cheeks even more, give kojiro a glimpse of everything that belongs to him and how beautifully he's taking it, begging wordlessly now that he's too fucked out to do anything but groan. ]
[ From this angle, Kojiro can lean back and enjoy the view. Really enjoy it, every filthy fucking nuance; Reki's fingers buckling against the tile and pulling at his own flesh, red stripes from his shoulders clear down to his ass, and Kojiro's cock disappearing -- over and over, hard, methodical -- into the grasping clutch of Reki's hole. It's mind-bending, staggering; it's pleasure that practically sears itself through every single misfiring nerve, ripped out of each plunging lance of his cock. Kojiro's two seconds from losing his grip when his hands slide to Reki's hips, fingers digging hard into wet skin, to steady him against two more brutal thrusts that land hard enough to make Reki's teeth chatter.
Kojiro swears it hits him harder every time. Or maybe he's just wound too tight for anything else to creep past the surface, and it really is this unrelentingly arresting. But when he comes again, it knocks the wind right out of him, doubles him over so tight he has to tuck his forehead against the back of Reki's neck. His hips stutter, shake along with the rest of him while he empties deep and wracking into Reki's body. The shudders come coupled with a deep, gasping groan, like that'll actually help him catch the breath that he's sure Reki just stole away forever.
Three seconds. That's all he gives himself before he hooks both arms under Reki, and hauls him to lay back on Kojiro's chest. There's no warning about the thick fingers that curl around Reki's cock, stroking hard along with the quick, short thrusts Kojiro's still managing to punch into his body. Some part of Kojiro is resenting Reki's ability to form words. Maybe this'll fix that. ]
C'mon baby, you got one more in you. Come for me again. Show the camera that pretty face.
[ it's a lot to take when kojiro is at the brink, more like surviving a serious bail than all the love-drenched filth they pass back and forth between them outside of it. and reki loves that too, loves screaming just as loud as his lungs will let him, clawing at any surface that will have him, blinking the involuntary sting of tears out of his eyes as kojiro finally lets him have it. it makes what comes next so much sweeter, or maybe that's just his broken brain, transforming the pulse of cum and flesh inside him into a heady rush of affection and security that swaddles him like a painkiller high, so warm, so comfortable.
three seconds isn't, it turns out, enough time to say anything about it. his throat's swollen and screamed out, but the sentiment is there in the way he grasps at the back of kojiro's thighs, holding him, stroking his skin in the slow rhythm of a comedown. just happens to not be in the cards, unfortunately. ]
I—
[ can't is the one word he can't bring himself to say to kojiro, ever. it's the reason why they got this far; there's no opting out when it's him and reki doesn't want to anyway. he's far too mindless and drunk on love and the luxury of that newly slick slide up and down kojiro's cock, his lips numb and his speech slurring. a tragedy for kojiro; being braindead was never going to shut him up. ]
So wet... You're fucking it in so deep... So good, baby, just like that...
[ in contrast, his body is rioting, would tremble and seize right off kojiro's lap if his grip wasn't ironclad. every stroke is an electric jolt and he's getting it from both sides, bullied between sensations until something breaks and all he sees is white. he comes sobbing, thrashing, gripping at kojiro's arm and whispering nonsensical sweetness into his ear in a mindless attempt to pacify him, but his body belongs to kojiro, spilling in time with every one of those relentless thrusts. ]
Good. Good boy. Mmmmm, Reki, my good boy. You're so fucking good...
[ The praise is breathless, strained, but so warm and fond, Kojiro swears he doesn't even recognize the timbre on his own lips. He murmurs it into Reki's ear all through that beautiful wreckage of an orgasm, savoring every twist and grasp and shudder and sob with the kind of adoration that only pours from the truly devout. After all, there's a hell of a lot for Kojiro to put his faith in here, and he's wholly and happily dedicated to the cause.
The comedown is such a hard crash, Kojiro all-but collapses against the back of the tub. It's like all the tension leaves him at once, finally, in a long rush of breath that has him melting against the wall. But he brings Reki with him, hand still splayed over his chest even when Kojiro's hips have finally stilled. Now, if he could just find the willpower to pull his cock free of its absolute favorite place inside Reki, they might just be golden.
And then come kisses, all lazy and lingering. To Reki's temple, his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his collar bone, and then all the way back up to repeat it down the other side again. ]
Mmh... Love you. Perfect. Amazing. Fuckin' spoil me. Nnn, fuck.
[ Fuck if he can string two thoughts together after all that, in essence. ]
[ perfect is exactly what it is. tranquil, quiet, drifting off beneath the luxurious drag of kojiro's hands, shivering beneath every kiss. and still so full, claimed and sated, holding kojiro inside of him even as his hands are reaching for more. it's so perfect that it feels criminal, his mind spinning to try and compute exactly why, every neuron fired clear into space by the sweet lull of touch and sound.
until he looks at the camera sitting on the ledge. it's startling, being confronted so suddenly with an image he's so deeply disgusted by, his shoulders hitching reflexively. it was better before, when he was just a mouth stuffed full, flesh straining beneath kojiro's all-encompassing grasp. here, he's not doing anything but taking advantage of all the affection kojiro is pouring out, occupying a space that would be better suited for someone who could give him all the pretty words that reki can't seem to conjure.
and all while kojiro is actively murmuring sweet nothings into his skin. so stupid. the least he can do is smile as he whisks his fingers over the phone and stops the video, retrieving that long-forgotten bottle of soap along the way. ]
Bet you're hungry. Maybe I'll feed you your dinner like one of those sappy couples.
[ Reki's moving. Fuck knows who gave him permission to do that. Kojiro's about to start dozing. His limbs are lead and his head is hazy, and all he wants is a five-minute post-nut coma with Reki curled up against him, but that's apparently not on the itinerary. Fine. Man cannot survive on ass alone. They can go find food, if they must.
Kojiro's not letting Reki go anywhere if he's still inside him though. When Reki leans forward for the soap, Kojiro's hands find his ass, thick fingers sinking into the warm flesh they find there. They spread him, attention rapt while Kojiro eases his cock out, slow hiss of a sigh, just to watch his cum seep from Reki's body. It's absolutely fucking unthinkable that his cock still twitches with weak interest -- like it's aching for the greedy clutch of Reki's ass again from the very moment it's free -- but here they are. God, he's so pathetically whipped.
Chill. Later. He's gotta stop, or they're never getting out of this tub. Kojiro's eyes roll back, shut, and he drops his head with a light thud against the wall. Then a slow breath. Cool it. Internal admonishment doesn't stop the pad of his thumb from pushing a slow circle around Reki's hole, though. ]
[ and thank god for that. the act commandeers every train of thought he's got running, focusing singularly on rolling his hips up to meet kojiro's watchful gaze, his muscles squeezing and releasing to give him an eyeful of that perfect drip. it's torturous even before kojiro starts working little gasps and shivers out of him by worrying the frayed nerves around his swollen, ravaged hole, but he still manages to roughly reply: ]
Dinner before dessert.
[ as if he's not straining against kojiro's touch despite the electric jolts shooting up his spine. that poor bottle of soap is crinkling in his tightening grasp, entirely forgotten beyond the wringing it's getting. ]
How's it look?
[ this is when that desperation for approval is most evident, when reki's gnawing on his lip and fighting with his reflexes to pose for him, his neck achingly craned to fix him with that owlish amber gaze. whatever he can do to catch kojiro's eye and keep it all for himself. ]
[ Fuck. Reki's gonna make him look again. Reki's gonna make him look again, and he's gonna lose whatever chance he had of composing himself. They're never making it out of this tub. They're never getting dinner. Fuck. Deep breath, again; zen.
Kojiro lifts his head, opens his eyes, and there goes his breath all over again. It's Reki's eyes that do it, right there to meet him, cutting right through him like a punch to the gut. ]
Fantastic.
[ It's barely more than a breath, and Kojiro's gaze could melt flesh from bone. His tongue passes over his lips; his mouth is watering, his teeth ache to blunt on this banquet of skin, and his cock throbs hard enough to send a tremor through the rest of him. The water shines on Reki's flesh, flickers in the electric candlelight, a comely sheen that Kojiro can only enjoy in his periphery, because he can't tear his eyes away from Reki's. His thumb slides so slow, and anywhere else on Reki's body, the motion might be soothing. But this tight massage over his hole?
Kojiro wants to bury his fingers inside again, to see that sweet agony on Reki's face one more time. He wants and he wants, and it's downright oppressive at times, but it's so fucking good all the same. ]
You're so fucking beautiful. Those eyes. Just wanna fall into them.
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It all defaults to aggression, a decades-old defense mechanism against feeling anything too deeply. That's why Kojiro’s hand tightens around Reki's throat, holding his neck like an anchor against the sudden hard drive of Kojiro's cock. That's why his moans all come out a low growl into Reki's ear, breath hot, teeth grit and bared. That's why he's just a little too mean, right on the edge of feral for Reki, riding the cusp of too fucking much. ]
Just tonight? Look at what happens when you're sweet for me, though.
[ He's half-expecting Reki to call him on that bluff though. Because what happens when he's sweet? Exactly the same thing that happens when he's mouthy? What kind of incentive is that? It's bullshit, and Kojiro knows it the second it leaves his mouth.
Maybe the solution is: don't leave room for Reki to call him out. The drag of Kojiro's cock is angled just right to make Reki see stars, and he's pounding in hard enough to drive the breath right out of him, if the hand on his neck weren't already doing the trick. Too hard, too fast, but Reki said tear me apart, and Kojiro's not about to disappoint. ]
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how funny it would be if this was the key all along, dropping the strategy and performance for just the soft, rhythmic sounds that kojiro pounds out on him, sobbing for more with feverish desperation every time he has the breath to spare. kojiro doesn't give him enough space to form any coherent words, but the sentiment's pretty obvious when he lifts up a hand to gently cover the one around his throat, a gesture they've probably shared a hundred times before but in an exciting new context.
and under the watchful eye of a camera he refuses to drop, no matter how unsteady his aim has become. (it's kojiro's, it's important.) opening up, letting a vulnerable, "please" slip from his aching throat for the split second that he can recall the word, is more excruciating than anything else he's ever experienced. but for someone worth it, for kojiro, it's almost a relief to lose that last shred of dignity, watching in frame as his own eyes roll back and he lets himself come apart beneath their linked fingers. when everything feels so good, why not become liquid, trusting kojiro's capable hands to shape him how he likes? ]
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And what is there to do, really? What is Kojiro ever supposed to do, when Reki's got him right on the edge of something absolutely dangerous? When he's begging at the door of this animal part of Kojiro, and then reaching up to lace their fingers together? God, how is he so fucking perfect?
So maybe Kojiro's being a little too mean right now. Maybe it's not totally necessary for Reki to keep on holding that camera. Not when the case has a kickstand and there's a perfectly good tub ledge to set it on. The barrage of Kojiro's hips doesn't let up -- every thrust a sharp splash and clap against the Reki's ass -- but he snatches the phone out of Reki's hand, props it up on the ledge, in a spot between the candles that looks like it was practically made for it. ]
Good job, beautiful. [ The praise is so jarring against his tone, practically ground out in a breathy staccato into Reki's ear. Kojiro's grip on his throat goes slack, sliding around to press the heel of his hand between Reki's shoulderblades and shove him forward. ]
Hands on the wall, baby. I want you to ride me.
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Baby—
[ he's not doing anything. clawing at the wall, maybe, clumsily trying to do what he's told when his body is actively getting in the way. his other hand hasn't gotten the memo, digging roughly into kojiro's thigh to give himself all the force he needs to climb higher and higher with every thrust, a frantic bid to bury kojiro's cock where he needs it most even though there's no more space left inside him. his body has gone tight as a vice, selfishly wringing every agonizing spark out of this desperate clash of flesh. he doesn't even realize he's coming because it's never happened like this before, an endless drip that feels even better when it's worried, when he's dropping himself so hard on kojiro's lap he can feel them both bruising. ]
So— fucking good, please—
[ he's liable to break himself apart before he ever gets whatever he's begging for, but it doesn't matter. he's still sliding a hand over his own ass to open up his cheeks even more, give kojiro a glimpse of everything that belongs to him and how beautifully he's taking it, begging wordlessly now that he's too fucked out to do anything but groan. ]
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Kojiro swears it hits him harder every time. Or maybe he's just wound too tight for anything else to creep past the surface, and it really is this unrelentingly arresting. But when he comes again, it knocks the wind right out of him, doubles him over so tight he has to tuck his forehead against the back of Reki's neck. His hips stutter, shake along with the rest of him while he empties deep and wracking into Reki's body. The shudders come coupled with a deep, gasping groan, like that'll actually help him catch the breath that he's sure Reki just stole away forever.
Three seconds. That's all he gives himself before he hooks both arms under Reki, and hauls him to lay back on Kojiro's chest. There's no warning about the thick fingers that curl around Reki's cock, stroking hard along with the quick, short thrusts Kojiro's still managing to punch into his body. Some part of Kojiro is resenting Reki's ability to form words. Maybe this'll fix that. ]
C'mon baby, you got one more in you. Come for me again. Show the camera that pretty face.
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three seconds isn't, it turns out, enough time to say anything about it. his throat's swollen and screamed out, but the sentiment is there in the way he grasps at the back of kojiro's thighs, holding him, stroking his skin in the slow rhythm of a comedown. just happens to not be in the cards, unfortunately. ]
I—
[ can't is the one word he can't bring himself to say to kojiro, ever. it's the reason why they got this far; there's no opting out when it's him and reki doesn't want to anyway. he's far too mindless and drunk on love and the luxury of that newly slick slide up and down kojiro's cock, his lips numb and his speech slurring. a tragedy for kojiro; being braindead was never going to shut him up. ]
So wet... You're fucking it in so deep... So good, baby, just like that...
[ in contrast, his body is rioting, would tremble and seize right off kojiro's lap if his grip wasn't ironclad. every stroke is an electric jolt and he's getting it from both sides, bullied between sensations until something breaks and all he sees is white. he comes sobbing, thrashing, gripping at kojiro's arm and whispering nonsensical sweetness into his ear in a mindless attempt to pacify him, but his body belongs to kojiro, spilling in time with every one of those relentless thrusts. ]
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[ The praise is breathless, strained, but so warm and fond, Kojiro swears he doesn't even recognize the timbre on his own lips. He murmurs it into Reki's ear all through that beautiful wreckage of an orgasm, savoring every twist and grasp and shudder and sob with the kind of adoration that only pours from the truly devout. After all, there's a hell of a lot for Kojiro to put his faith in here, and he's wholly and happily dedicated to the cause.
The comedown is such a hard crash, Kojiro all-but collapses against the back of the tub. It's like all the tension leaves him at once, finally, in a long rush of breath that has him melting against the wall. But he brings Reki with him, hand still splayed over his chest even when Kojiro's hips have finally stilled. Now, if he could just find the willpower to pull his cock free of its absolute favorite place inside Reki, they might just be golden.
And then come kisses, all lazy and lingering. To Reki's temple, his cheek, his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, his collar bone, and then all the way back up to repeat it down the other side again. ]
Mmh... Love you. Perfect. Amazing. Fuckin' spoil me. Nnn, fuck.
[ Fuck if he can string two thoughts together after all that, in essence. ]
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until he looks at the camera sitting on the ledge. it's startling, being confronted so suddenly with an image he's so deeply disgusted by, his shoulders hitching reflexively. it was better before, when he was just a mouth stuffed full, flesh straining beneath kojiro's all-encompassing grasp. here, he's not doing anything but taking advantage of all the affection kojiro is pouring out, occupying a space that would be better suited for someone who could give him all the pretty words that reki can't seem to conjure.
and all while kojiro is actively murmuring sweet nothings into his skin. so stupid. the least he can do is smile as he whisks his fingers over the phone and stops the video, retrieving that long-forgotten bottle of soap along the way. ]
Bet you're hungry. Maybe I'll feed you your dinner like one of those sappy couples.
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Kojiro's not letting Reki go anywhere if he's still inside him though. When Reki leans forward for the soap, Kojiro's hands find his ass, thick fingers sinking into the warm flesh they find there. They spread him, attention rapt while Kojiro eases his cock out, slow hiss of a sigh, just to watch his cum seep from Reki's body. It's absolutely fucking unthinkable that his cock still twitches with weak interest -- like it's aching for the greedy clutch of Reki's ass again from the very moment it's free -- but here they are. God, he's so pathetically whipped.
Chill. Later. He's gotta stop, or they're never getting out of this tub. Kojiro's eyes roll back, shut, and he drops his head with a light thud against the wall. Then a slow breath. Cool it. Internal admonishment doesn't stop the pad of his thumb from pushing a slow circle around Reki's hole, though. ]
Just feed me your dick.
[ Yeah, this is progress, for sure. ]
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Dinner before dessert.
[ as if he's not straining against kojiro's touch despite the electric jolts shooting up his spine. that poor bottle of soap is crinkling in his tightening grasp, entirely forgotten beyond the wringing it's getting. ]
How's it look?
[ this is when that desperation for approval is most evident, when reki's gnawing on his lip and fighting with his reflexes to pose for him, his neck achingly craned to fix him with that owlish amber gaze. whatever he can do to catch kojiro's eye and keep it all for himself. ]
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Kojiro lifts his head, opens his eyes, and there goes his breath all over again. It's Reki's eyes that do it, right there to meet him, cutting right through him like a punch to the gut. ]
Fantastic.
[ It's barely more than a breath, and Kojiro's gaze could melt flesh from bone. His tongue passes over his lips; his mouth is watering, his teeth ache to blunt on this banquet of skin, and his cock throbs hard enough to send a tremor through the rest of him. The water shines on Reki's flesh, flickers in the electric candlelight, a comely sheen that Kojiro can only enjoy in his periphery, because he can't tear his eyes away from Reki's. His thumb slides so slow, and anywhere else on Reki's body, the motion might be soothing. But this tight massage over his hole?
Kojiro wants to bury his fingers inside again, to see that sweet agony on Reki's face one more time. He wants and he wants, and it's downright oppressive at times, but it's so fucking good all the same. ]
You're so fucking beautiful. Those eyes. Just wanna fall into them.