[ It's not like anyone could be blamed for assumptions.
Kojiro and Chigiri are -- if not polar opposites, physiologically speaking -- at least different enough to take notice of. Kojiro, being the size of a house, and Chigiri, being prettier than he has any right to be; there are boxes they're bound to be shoved into, tagged with little labels that may or may not be entirely the truth. And where does that leave them when it comes down to a carnal mindset? Rolling with the punches, judging from the tone of their conversation. Kojiro's never found reason to complain, anyway.
So the crowd probably has it all figured out when they leave together. Those little labels are all ready and waiting to be scrutinized through the lens of whatever gossipy suppositions they'll throw around after Chigiri climbs on the back of Kojiro's motorcycle. The entire narrative for this night between them could be spelled out by the time they hit Kojiro's doorstep, without a single thread of truth or reality woven into the tapestry of it.
Because who could predict this, really? Who the hell would hinge anything on this kind of bet? On Kojiro, being the size of a house, face down and ass up, thick wrists in leather cuffs shackled to his headboard. And Chigiri, being prettier than he has any right to be, behind Kojiro, between his spread legs, and hilt-deep inside of him. ]
[A part of being prettier than anyone has the right to be -- or being the size of a house, for that matter -- is having to sometimes follow the path intended for that particularly labeled box. Whether that's a misfortune or not is up for debate. It has its ups and down, and ins and outs (no pun intended).
Chigiri's been satisfied following that path, for the most part. But the conversation he had with Kojiro earlier had him considering...other routes. And heck, if Kojiro was in his own box and had the same inclinations, then...
Why not?
(The looks from the crowds, though. Chigiri tends to ignore them, because he typically knows they're thinking about him going off to presumably get dicked by this gorgeous house of a man with a motorcycle. They'd be right any other day, especially once he straddles the bike and wraps his arms around that broad torso...but that's for another day.)
Everything that happens afterward goes typically as it does for Chigiri, until Kojiro surrenders himself to him, doesn't resist or argue when the wrist straps are buckled in and tightened. Heh -- Kojiro wasn't lying when he said he had lots of stuff at his home. The shift occurs once he's slicked up and with a little fingering and massaging, he shoves himself into that perfectly muscled ass.
It feels like he's being pulled through himself, and it's only through sheer force of will and one very deep breath that he's able to go on without spilling into Kojiro.
But he manages, remembers this isn't much different from the last time he'd fucked someone, however long ago that was. And once he gets to rolling his narrow hips, slow and careful, pushing his cock deep inside Kojiro, it all comes rushing back to him. It's amazing.
His dick throbs, trapped inside Kojiro's heat, and he leans over that broad, hard back, pushes some of that emerald hair away from the bigger man's neck where he plants a soft kiss.]
[ What the hell kind of question is that to ask? He almost wants to aim some well-placed incredulity at Chigiri, twisting just enough to fix him with a dubious stare, brow quirked. But Kojiro would be doing the same if their positions were changed -- checking in, stroking that pretty hair, smiling breathlessly, kissing his shoulder -- so he has no right to get huffy about it. ]
'm fine. Thanks, beautiful.
[ There's something to this. Relinquishing control for once, not being able to throw his weight (and strength) around like he normally would. Hell, there's a passing notion to sit straight up and ride Chigiri's cock, and he can't even manage that. He can't remember the last time someone shackled him, definitely can't remember the last time someone was inside him, but both at once? Never happened. What the hell did he let this pretty boy talk him into?
Kojiro braces his elbows on the bed and pushes the heels of his hands against the headboard. It's awkward positioning, but it's the only leverage he can manage with his wrists bound like this, and it's all he needs to push his hips back against Chigiri, body quickly swallowing his cock down to the hilt. ]
C'mon, you think you're gonna break me or something? Show me what you got.
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Kojiro and Chigiri are -- if not polar opposites, physiologically speaking -- at least different enough to take notice of. Kojiro, being the size of a house, and Chigiri, being prettier than he has any right to be; there are boxes they're bound to be shoved into, tagged with little labels that may or may not be entirely the truth. And where does that leave them when it comes down to a carnal mindset? Rolling with the punches, judging from the tone of their conversation. Kojiro's never found reason to complain, anyway.
So the crowd probably has it all figured out when they leave together. Those little labels are all ready and waiting to be scrutinized through the lens of whatever gossipy suppositions they'll throw around after Chigiri climbs on the back of Kojiro's motorcycle. The entire narrative for this night between them could be spelled out by the time they hit Kojiro's doorstep, without a single thread of truth or reality woven into the tapestry of it.
Because who could predict this, really? Who the hell would hinge anything on this kind of bet? On Kojiro, being the size of a house, face down and ass up, thick wrists in leather cuffs shackled to his headboard. And Chigiri, being prettier than he has any right to be, behind Kojiro, between his spread legs, and hilt-deep inside of him. ]
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Chigiri's been satisfied following that path, for the most part. But the conversation he had with Kojiro earlier had him considering...other routes. And heck, if Kojiro was in his own box and had the same inclinations, then...
Why not?
(The looks from the crowds, though. Chigiri tends to ignore them, because he typically knows they're thinking about him going off to presumably get dicked by this gorgeous house of a man with a motorcycle. They'd be right any other day, especially once he straddles the bike and wraps his arms around that broad torso...but that's for another day.)
Everything that happens afterward goes typically as it does for Chigiri, until Kojiro surrenders himself to him, doesn't resist or argue when the wrist straps are buckled in and tightened. Heh -- Kojiro wasn't lying when he said he had lots of stuff at his home. The shift occurs once he's slicked up and with a little fingering and massaging, he shoves himself into that perfectly muscled ass.
It feels like he's being pulled through himself, and it's only through sheer force of will and one very deep breath that he's able to go on without spilling into Kojiro.
But he manages, remembers this isn't much different from the last time he'd fucked someone, however long ago that was. And once he gets to rolling his narrow hips, slow and careful, pushing his cock deep inside Kojiro, it all comes rushing back to him. It's amazing.
His dick throbs, trapped inside Kojiro's heat, and he leans over that broad, hard back, pushes some of that emerald hair away from the bigger man's neck where he plants a soft kiss.]
You doing okay?
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'm fine. Thanks, beautiful.
[ There's something to this. Relinquishing control for once, not being able to throw his weight (and strength) around like he normally would. Hell, there's a passing notion to sit straight up and ride Chigiri's cock, and he can't even manage that. He can't remember the last time someone shackled him, definitely can't remember the last time someone was inside him, but both at once? Never happened. What the hell did he let this pretty boy talk him into?
Kojiro braces his elbows on the bed and pushes the heels of his hands against the headboard. It's awkward positioning, but it's the only leverage he can manage with his wrists bound like this, and it's all he needs to push his hips back against Chigiri, body quickly swallowing his cock down to the hilt. ]
C'mon, you think you're gonna break me or something? Show me what you got.