[ it's a small victory, getting kojiro to lose his patience and seize what he wants by force. but it's also one of the most enjoyable kinds, always sharp and swift, like a stab of vertigo during a freefall.
he loves it, but he still cups kojiro's face in his hands, holding him in place for whatever that's worth. just like with lou, though, he's not a perfect disciplinarian; his tongue darts, steals a quick lick before he's just out of reach again. ]
My boyfriend.
[ he's just trying out the word; this flavor of it tastes a little more severe when reki kisses him, notes of possession in his curling fingers and snaring teeth and the way he whispers ]
[ It hits different every time. Maybe it's just the novelty painting it in technicolor hues, still so new that every facet is exciting in a totally unique way. But Kojiro can only hope it's always like this; that every time Reki says 'Mine' with that sharp edge, his stomach will jump into his throat and his heart will skip through a million hurried beats.
It doesn't just feel new. It feels right. It feels like all their pieces fitting into place. It feels like, finally, exactly where they're supposed to be. How could that ever feel like anything but butterflies and thundering hearts?
There's a buzzing current in the wake of every plying brush of their lips, and in the midst of it, Kojiro's only vaguely aware of his smile. Has it ever looked like this before? Drenched in ecstacy, soaked in love? Everything he's still too gunshy to speak, written on the plush curve of his lips and the melty warmth in his eyes.
And maybe he's sapping some of that heat from Reki's skin. His palm pushes flat along Reki's spine, sliding up between his shoulderblades, where his nails resume their solemn duty. ]
[ kojiro really fucks up his rhythm like this. reki will get what he thinks is a good thing going, all grasping hands and seizing lips, building a bone-melting heat between them, and then kojiro looks at him like that.
it's always been too sobering, too scary. it's always been overwhelming and it's never stopped stinging, the guilt like pins and needles in his gut. nobody should ever be so unfortunate as to look at him like that. it's far too confrontationally content, always has been, but now it's on a whole new level.
he lets himself sit with it for a second, and then his fingers tighten again. he snatches back the space that he's been reflexively shrinking out of and locks kojiro in his gaze. ]
Look at me.
[ he can't bleed love like kojiro does; his is fierce and fiery and trapped behind his eyes, a wildfire that he keeps contained within a quiet agony. and it's never looked so profoundly excruciating before, but reki's going nowhere, still and watching, moving only to match the slow motions of kojiro's hands. ]
[ Their noses brush, twice back and forth when Kojiro shakes his head. ]
You look like mine.
[ Kojiro bathes in that fire like he's soaking in sunbeams, reaches right through the blaze and grins through the burn. Reki's glare licks at him, ember and flame, encroaches on some carefully-held territory and turns Kojiro golden. ]
Taste like mine.
[ A fact reinforced when Kojiro surges forward again, fingertips digging into Reki's back to keep him still through a firm drag of teeth at his lower lip. And when Kojiro speaks again, the tone is so low it could rumble straight through Reki's chest to burrow in his soul. ]
[ kojiro looks beautiful like this, radiant and warm, sexy in that rare and sensuous way reki's only ever seen in real life right here. the things he's saying sink right under his defenses and always have, but his entire world has begun to quake beneath him, and reki has no choice but to lay against kojiro's rumbling skin and let it shake him apart.
he's got no fight left in him, not for this. it's better just to break for once, panting between sharp gasps, whimpering through the lethal drag of kojiro's teeth. composure abandoned in favor of gripping at him, needing him. not just for his touch, though there's no denying that he's transforming beneath it, all slow winding hips and hard as stone where he's grinding against kojiro's belly. ]
Don't let me go.
[ and softly, again and again, as he peppers kojiro's mouth and jaw with desperate kisses: ]
[ Reki never gets any room to question that, not when Kojiro's doing his damnedest to crowd out all the doubt. I got you has always been a promise, and Kojiro's proven himself against the uglier edges of it, time and time again. He catches all of Reki's ferocity and vulnerability, he tempers the bouts of venom, he cradles it all in the space he steadfastly holds for Reki, and then lets it simmer to ash and cool again. He's taken Reki for who he is, embraced and worshiped every side of him, and only challenged what he knows he can change.
So can he change how Reki looks at himself? Can he banish all that self-deprecation? Can he exorcize those demons that are picking relentlessly through Reki's head? No. Not alone. But he can (and does) challenge the perception; shows him and tells him in a million grand and tiny ways that he's worthy and loved and needed and beautiful. Maybe the constancy helps. Maybe some day, Reki can see everything within in himself that Kojiro knows is already there. But in the meantime, Kojiro won't have him any other way. ]
Always, forever. I got you.
[ Reki's all molten desperation against him, and this is such a good look on him. Kojiro can't find an ounce of willpower to dissuade it. Not when he's pleading, writhing hard against Kojiro's abs and whining into his mouth. He's so fucking weak for this, and Reki's had that all figured out since day one. But he won't let Reki go while he's literally begging Kojiro not to; that's not a bit of superstition he's willing to test, even though he feels like he's gonna die if he can't touch more of Reki, so--
Let him keep kissing Kojiro to ribbons; he meets Reki blow for blow, catching his lips in a hot push whenever he's in range, scraping teeth along Reki's jaw when he's not. From here, it's easy enough to keep an arm around Reki while his other hand joins the fray; pushes between them, palming firm at the hard ridge of Reki's cock through his jeans, and grinning even sweeter into their kisses. ]
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he loves it, but he still cups kojiro's face in his hands, holding him in place for whatever that's worth. just like with lou, though, he's not a perfect disciplinarian; his tongue darts, steals a quick lick before he's just out of reach again. ]
My boyfriend.
[ he's just trying out the word; this flavor of it tastes a little more severe when reki kisses him, notes of possession in his curling fingers and snaring teeth and the way he whispers ]
Mine.
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[ It hits different every time. Maybe it's just the novelty painting it in technicolor hues, still so new that every facet is exciting in a totally unique way. But Kojiro can only hope it's always like this; that every time Reki says 'Mine' with that sharp edge, his stomach will jump into his throat and his heart will skip through a million hurried beats.
It doesn't just feel new. It feels right. It feels like all their pieces fitting into place. It feels like, finally, exactly where they're supposed to be. How could that ever feel like anything but butterflies and thundering hearts?
There's a buzzing current in the wake of every plying brush of their lips, and in the midst of it, Kojiro's only vaguely aware of his smile. Has it ever looked like this before? Drenched in ecstacy, soaked in love? Everything he's still too gunshy to speak, written on the plush curve of his lips and the melty warmth in his eyes.
And maybe he's sapping some of that heat from Reki's skin. His palm pushes flat along Reki's spine, sliding up between his shoulderblades, where his nails resume their solemn duty. ]
All for you, baby. So you better be all mine too.
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it's always been too sobering, too scary. it's always been overwhelming and it's never stopped stinging, the guilt like pins and needles in his gut. nobody should ever be so unfortunate as to look at him like that. it's far too confrontationally content, always has been, but now it's on a whole new level.
he lets himself sit with it for a second, and then his fingers tighten again. he snatches back the space that he's been reflexively shrinking out of and locks kojiro in his gaze. ]
Look at me.
[ he can't bleed love like kojiro does; his is fierce and fiery and trapped behind his eyes, a wildfire that he keeps contained within a quiet agony. and it's never looked so profoundly excruciating before, but reki's going nowhere, still and watching, moving only to match the slow motions of kojiro's hands. ]
You see anything here that isn't?
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[ Their noses brush, twice back and forth when Kojiro shakes his head. ]
You look like mine.
[ Kojiro bathes in that fire like he's soaking in sunbeams, reaches right through the blaze and grins through the burn. Reki's glare licks at him, ember and flame, encroaches on some carefully-held territory and turns Kojiro golden. ]
Taste like mine.
[ A fact reinforced when Kojiro surges forward again, fingertips digging into Reki's back to keep him still through a firm drag of teeth at his lower lip. And when Kojiro speaks again, the tone is so low it could rumble straight through Reki's chest to burrow in his soul. ]
All mine, Reki. Aren't you?
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[ kojiro looks beautiful like this, radiant and warm, sexy in that rare and sensuous way reki's only ever seen in real life right here. the things he's saying sink right under his defenses and always have, but his entire world has begun to quake beneath him, and reki has no choice but to lay against kojiro's rumbling skin and let it shake him apart.
he's got no fight left in him, not for this. it's better just to break for once, panting between sharp gasps, whimpering through the lethal drag of kojiro's teeth. composure abandoned in favor of gripping at him, needing him. not just for his touch, though there's no denying that he's transforming beneath it, all slow winding hips and hard as stone where he's grinding against kojiro's belly. ]
Don't let me go.
[ and softly, again and again, as he peppers kojiro's mouth and jaw with desperate kisses: ]
Please, please...
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[ Reki never gets any room to question that, not when Kojiro's doing his damnedest to crowd out all the doubt. I got you has always been a promise, and Kojiro's proven himself against the uglier edges of it, time and time again. He catches all of Reki's ferocity and vulnerability, he tempers the bouts of venom, he cradles it all in the space he steadfastly holds for Reki, and then lets it simmer to ash and cool again. He's taken Reki for who he is, embraced and worshiped every side of him, and only challenged what he knows he can change.
So can he change how Reki looks at himself? Can he banish all that self-deprecation? Can he exorcize those demons that are picking relentlessly through Reki's head? No. Not alone. But he can (and does) challenge the perception; shows him and tells him in a million grand and tiny ways that he's worthy and loved and needed and beautiful. Maybe the constancy helps. Maybe some day, Reki can see everything within in himself that Kojiro knows is already there. But in the meantime, Kojiro won't have him any other way. ]
Always, forever. I got you.
[ Reki's all molten desperation against him, and this is such a good look on him. Kojiro can't find an ounce of willpower to dissuade it. Not when he's pleading, writhing hard against Kojiro's abs and whining into his mouth. He's so fucking weak for this, and Reki's had that all figured out since day one. But he won't let Reki go while he's literally begging Kojiro not to; that's not a bit of superstition he's willing to test, even though he feels like he's gonna die if he can't touch more of Reki, so--
Let him keep kissing Kojiro to ribbons; he meets Reki blow for blow, catching his lips in a hot push whenever he's in range, scraping teeth along Reki's jaw when he's not. From here, it's easy enough to keep an arm around Reki while his other hand joins the fray; pushes between them, palming firm at the hard ridge of Reki's cock through his jeans, and grinning even sweeter into their kisses. ]
Need you. Keeping you. Think you can manage?