[ all things considered, that could've gone a lot worse. probably would have, if kojiro hadn't been upfront about the whole aunt thing. something about that doesn't sit right with him after the fact, after the revelation that reki knew all along. but the notion that kojiro could've said nothing, and reki would stew in knowing too much; knowing kojiro knows, and knowing he's knowingly not saying a damn thing about it? that would just be a shitty time for everyone involved.
the risotto doesn't take long, and kojiro was just at the tail end of his clean-up when the request rolled in, so it only holds him up a few minutes longer. that's what he's holding, one-handed and over his head when he slips in the door, heading off the lou ambush that comes just moments after the door is locked again behind him. someday he'll learn that he can't topple kojiro the way he does reki. someday he'll realize, dad is a solid wall of muscle and there's no stealing the food that is definitely in his hand, no matter how much he pummels kojiro's gut jumping up on him. ]
Home, babe. Got your risotto. [ kojiro calls out while he toes off his shoes and drops his backpack by the door. ]
[ reki, unfortunately, is not so resilient; lou beats him to the door before he can tear himself away from the project he's made of the bed post, and by the time he slinks his way to the hall, lou's already mid-ping pong and barrels straight into his chest. of course this is one of those rare occasions where he's opted to go practically skyclad, with nothing but a low-slung pair of boxers to protect him from lou's excited onslaught. never again. ]
You're the best, ba— I've freakin' been here the whole time. I'm sorry, I love you.
[ lou gets a solid pat as he flashes reki sad eyes. they move as a unit to smother kojiro together this time, reki wrapping tight around his chest and lou flopping at his feet with a yawn. ]
Welcome home.
[ reki noses into the fabric of his shirt with a soft huff. ]
[ it comes in fond, muffled murmurs against the crown of reki's head, where kojiro's buried his nose amid a lingering kiss to reki's hair. there's a whole lot of bare skin here already, and kojiro's fingers are itching the second reki presses up against him. one arm snakes around reki's shoulders, thick and heavy to pin him flush against kojiro's chest. ]
Look at you. [ kojiro huffs a quiet laugh against reki's ear, right before his teeth catch the lobe. ] Better be careful, I'll want you half-naked every time I come home.
[ all his favorite spices. kojiro's kind enough to lock him in through one savored breath of home, a low, sentimental warmth blooming in his belly as kojiro tooths at his ear and reki bumps his hip coaxingly between his thighs. ]
Whatever you want, daddy.
[ is his soft, breathy response. he likes it better when kojiro's the one scandalously underdressed, but his roaming fingers are seeing to exactly that, already picking at his belt. ]
You ask me to bring home risotto, and then you break out daddy as soon as I get in the door?
[ it's not a complaint. honestly, how is kojiro supposed to do anything but buckle to this? reki's learned all the right buttons to push, and he makes a hobby out of slamming them all at once just for fun. so, fine. the to-go box can live on the kitchen counter for now, fumbling though the journey is to get it there. after that, kojiro's hands are free, and immediately helping reki through his belt and the front of his slacks. ]
[ reki isn't fielding complaints right now anyway. he's focused, stubbornly glued to kojiro's side until his pants are loose enough to slide a hand down the back of them. as if a handful of the tightest ass on the island is going to revitalize him completely.
it's not not the case. reki squeezes his way down — not to his knees, because that's infuriatingly not necessary, and nuzzles into kojiro's crotch this time. ]
Restraints are up.
[ it's something to consider while reki reels kojiro's cock out by the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
[ it's an important consideration, seeing as kojiro specifically asked for it. it's also not a consideration he has the capacity to entertain while reki's tongue is coaxing his half-hard cock out of his work slacks. kojiro hisses in a slow breath through grit teeth, and practically melts back against the wall as soon as his cock rests on reki's lips. ]
Mm... Fuck, baby. How am I supposed to tie you up when you've got one of my favorite holes ready and waiting here? Hmm?
[ kojiro's fingertips drift beneath reki's jaw, all fond sweetness in both his touch and the gaze that's focused single-mindedly on reki's mouth. ]
[ reki doesn't have time to pry his mouth off kojiro's cock long enough to say it; the words are spoken directly against thickening flesh, halfway between sliding his curling tongue from the base of kojiro's dick to its rising head. he lavishes it with soft, kittenish licks until it's nice and firm, his gaze rolling up to meet kojiro's as he fits that massive cockhead into his mouth.
something for kojiro to remember when reki's trussed to that bed, how eagerly he swallows kojiro's cock until reki's nose is nuzzled beneath his belly. he doesn't even want to come off, sucking until his cheeks are hollowed and his whole body's shaking, his eyes darkening with breathlessness. ]
[ reki's a seasoned professional. he's figured out the tricks of the trade and employs them all with brutal precision. barely gives kojiro any time at all to mull over his usual sentiment at the door; how much he adores reki, how perfect it feels to come home to kisses and gratitude, how he's too lucky, so lucky, how he wants this forever. instead, reki both drives it out and reinforces it, sinks the notion deep with kojiro's cock down his throat.
but something about this isn't sitting quite right. ]
Reki. [ kojiro rumbles his name, low and firm, fingers drifting up from reki's cheek to sink through his hair. ] Babe. You don't have anything to make up for, okay? You don't have to--
[ kojiro pauses to bite back a pleasant shiver. like he's not competely helpless at every turn against reki's mouth. ]
[ all reki really knows is what makes kojiro specifically tick. he's become increasingly well-aware of it too; the prospect of losing kojiro in any capacity is only made all the more nerve-wracking under the consideration that he'd practically have to start from scratch if he blew this once in a lifetime shot.
not that there's any real reason to be worried about shit like that. the shift he feels is probably mostly in his head, he's sure, but this has always been the best way to soothe his more malicious anxieties. it should be kojiro's voice, serene and loving up above, but the only thing that can bring him comfort when logic escapes him is this: the helpless stirring of kojiro's cock deep in his throat, the trembling of his muscles as reki strokes a hand over his firm belly.
so no, kojiro's protests go unacknowledged. instead, reki presses in harder and milks kojiro's balls between two careful fingers, messily rolling his tongue until his chin is soaked with spit. ]
[ let it never be said that kojiro didn't try. there's only so much he can do when his knees are buckling under reki's assault. it's hell on his reason, ravages his senses, all velvet slide and searing heat around his cock. how is he supposed to even remember his own name when reki is working him like this? how is he supposed to remember why the fuck he was discouraging reki in the first place? ]
That's good, baby. That's so good.
[ kojiro sinks a hand into reki's hair, tugs and tips him to look up, lock eyes, stare up into all the shuddering adoration behind kojiro's gaze. ]
How do you always know exactly what Daddy needs, huh?
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beefyspaghetti) wrote2021-05-08 06:09 pm
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i fucked up so ill do that next time
im outta aunts tho
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bring me home some of that risotto it was fckn fire
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[ all things considered, that could've gone a lot worse. probably would have, if kojiro hadn't been upfront about the whole aunt thing. something about that doesn't sit right with him after the fact, after the revelation that reki knew all along. but the notion that kojiro could've said nothing, and reki would stew in knowing too much; knowing kojiro knows, and knowing he's knowingly not saying a damn thing about it? that would just be a shitty time for everyone involved.
the risotto doesn't take long, and kojiro was just at the tail end of his clean-up when the request rolled in, so it only holds him up a few minutes longer. that's what he's holding, one-handed and over his head when he slips in the door, heading off the lou ambush that comes just moments after the door is locked again behind him. someday he'll learn that he can't topple kojiro the way he does reki. someday he'll realize, dad is a solid wall of muscle and there's no stealing the food that is definitely in his hand, no matter how much he pummels kojiro's gut jumping up on him. ]
Home, babe. Got your risotto. [ kojiro calls out while he toes off his shoes and drops his backpack by the door. ]
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You're the best, ba— I've freakin' been here the whole time. I'm sorry, I love you.
[ lou gets a solid pat as he flashes reki sad eyes. they move as a unit to smother kojiro together this time, reki wrapping tight around his chest and lou flopping at his feet with a yawn. ]
Welcome home.
[ reki noses into the fabric of his shirt with a soft huff. ]
You smell amazing.
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[ it comes in fond, muffled murmurs against the crown of reki's head, where kojiro's buried his nose amid a lingering kiss to reki's hair. there's a whole lot of bare skin here already, and kojiro's fingers are itching the second reki presses up against him. one arm snakes around reki's shoulders, thick and heavy to pin him flush against kojiro's chest. ]
Look at you. [ kojiro huffs a quiet laugh against reki's ear, right before his teeth catch the lobe. ] Better be careful, I'll want you half-naked every time I come home.
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[ all his favorite spices. kojiro's kind enough to lock him in through one savored breath of home, a low, sentimental warmth blooming in his belly as kojiro tooths at his ear and reki bumps his hip coaxingly between his thighs. ]
Whatever you want, daddy.
[ is his soft, breathy response. he likes it better when kojiro's the one scandalously underdressed, but his roaming fingers are seeing to exactly that, already picking at his belt. ]
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[ it's not a complaint. honestly, how is kojiro supposed to do anything but buckle to this? reki's learned all the right buttons to push, and he makes a hobby out of slamming them all at once just for fun. so, fine. the to-go box can live on the kitchen counter for now, fumbling though the journey is to get it there. after that, kojiro's hands are free, and immediately helping reki through his belt and the front of his slacks. ]
How am I working you over tonight, slut?
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it's not not the case. reki squeezes his way down — not to his knees, because that's infuriatingly not necessary, and nuzzles into kojiro's crotch this time. ]
Restraints are up.
[ it's something to consider while reki reels kojiro's cock out by the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
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Mm... Fuck, baby. How am I supposed to tie you up when you've got one of my favorite holes ready and waiting here? Hmm?
[ kojiro's fingertips drift beneath reki's jaw, all fond sweetness in both his touch and the gaze that's focused single-mindedly on reki's mouth. ]
Looking too good down there.
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[ reki doesn't have time to pry his mouth off kojiro's cock long enough to say it; the words are spoken directly against thickening flesh, halfway between sliding his curling tongue from the base of kojiro's dick to its rising head. he lavishes it with soft, kittenish licks until it's nice and firm, his gaze rolling up to meet kojiro's as he fits that massive cockhead into his mouth.
something for kojiro to remember when reki's trussed to that bed, how eagerly he swallows kojiro's cock until reki's nose is nuzzled beneath his belly. he doesn't even want to come off, sucking until his cheeks are hollowed and his whole body's shaking, his eyes darkening with breathlessness. ]
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[ reki's a seasoned professional. he's figured out the tricks of the trade and employs them all with brutal precision. barely gives kojiro any time at all to mull over his usual sentiment at the door; how much he adores reki, how perfect it feels to come home to kisses and gratitude, how he's too lucky, so lucky, how he wants this forever. instead, reki both drives it out and reinforces it, sinks the notion deep with kojiro's cock down his throat.
but something about this isn't sitting quite right. ]
Reki. [ kojiro rumbles his name, low and firm, fingers drifting up from reki's cheek to sink through his hair. ] Babe. You don't have anything to make up for, okay? You don't have to--
[ kojiro pauses to bite back a pleasant shiver. like he's not competely helpless at every turn against reki's mouth. ]
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not that there's any real reason to be worried about shit like that. the shift he feels is probably mostly in his head, he's sure, but this has always been the best way to soothe his more malicious anxieties. it should be kojiro's voice, serene and loving up above, but the only thing that can bring him comfort when logic escapes him is this: the helpless stirring of kojiro's cock deep in his throat, the trembling of his muscles as reki strokes a hand over his firm belly.
so no, kojiro's protests go unacknowledged. instead, reki presses in harder and milks kojiro's balls between two careful fingers, messily rolling his tongue until his chin is soaked with spit. ]
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That's good, baby. That's so good.
[ kojiro sinks a hand into reki's hair, tugs and tips him to look up, lock eyes, stare up into all the shuddering adoration behind kojiro's gaze. ]
How do you always know exactly what Daddy needs, huh?