[ reki leans a cheek into his hand, just as rosey as kojiro's—but for a different reason entirely. that second margarita is drained of all but the dregs, which means his skinny ass is already long gone. ]
You're too far away.
[ honestly, for the best. this is why he likes drinking; he can say shit like that instead of letting it bounce around inside him until it makes him miserable. it's a panacea for all kinds of hurt, so no need to worry about how low and undeserving he is when he's practically untouchable—better to focus instead on how good kojiro's skin feels against his own.
and bonus: he knows he's safe here. it's a far cry from what he had before this started, whenever this started, and maybe if reki was a better person, he'd thank him. but he's not. he's the worst. ]
We should get a room down here. I'll pay.
[ reki's ideas can never be that simple. obviously he's still working out the second part. it comes quick enough: ]
[ A single eyebrow lifts, but that doesn't banish Kojiro's grin. ]
Like I'd let you pay for that.
[ So it's gonna be one of those days. Nights. Both, maybe; languishing the pleasure, indulging the bad, but Kojiro can't find the energy to argue with this brand of honesty. Not when Reki's comfortable enough to ask for this. Reki gets what Reki wants, no questions asked. Maybe this time, Kojiro can even fuck some sense into him. ]
But yeah. All right. I know a place.
[ Not yet, though. Kojiro's still nursing his second drink, and they're going to enjoy each other's company for a little while longer before the orgasm barrage commences.
Fuck, it's just-- What is with him today? Why the hell is this bothering him so much? Did Reki really get under his skin that much? Since when has he been so sensitive about this shit?
Tequila blows. It absolutely obliterates his internal filters. But at least he's still managing to feign indifference, keep his cool. Not make Reki all jumpy. Kojiro wants honesty here, not overthinking, not anxiety or self-deprecation. He's genuinely good with whatever answer he gets, he promises himself -- digs his heels in and insists -- that he will be. He just needs to know, even if he's way too detached and smooth about asking. ]
That all you want out of this? [ And before Reki can be a little shit about it, Kojiro clarifies: ] This entire thing, I mean. Not just today.
[ nevermind. it turns out he's not drunk enough. now there's nothing reki wants more than an even stiffer drink, no frills, no bullshit, just the burn. unfortunately, he is still drunk so honesty is all he's really got. especially when kojiro asks that and sounds so casual about it, like it's something reki could do. ]
Oh yeah. That's exactly what I want.
[ later, he'll think of how mean he sounds and cringe—because he can black out all the good stuff, sure, all the laughter and smiles and covert touches in public spaces, but this shit sticks with him forever. right now it doesn't seem so bad because... there's just no way that he's serious, who cares if the sarcasm is thick and abrasive? ]
Put a lock on someone who's in love with mmmmnot me. Can't see how that won't crash and burn.
[ not that it's all just the liquor. how many anecdotes about shots not taken did he have to endure before kojiro gave up on trying to steer him toward his best friend? thinly-veiled ones, which could have only ever been about one person, the same person reki sees taking kojiro for everything he's got and thanking him by cutting him down in front of everyone.
which... now it hits him. the fucking audacity. there has to be another reason why and now he thinks he gets it. ]
[ Kojiro tries, but doesn't quite resist the urge to roll his eyes. Nothing defensive, just-- straightforward. Maybe a little wounded, but he's quick to school his features again. This is-- just so stupid, and on so many levels, but he leans across the table, close enough to lend some air of sincerity to what he says next. And even if Reki won't meet his eyes, Kojiro's staring straight through him. ]
Look. Cards on the table, dude. I told you that ship sailed, long time ago. There's nothing for me there. Sometimes you just gotta-- quit chasing echoes and look at what's in front of you.
[ Which, from where they're both sitting? ]
So you be as mean as you want about it. I'm used to a lot meaner than you; you're not getting rid of me like that. And if you wanna keep doing what we're doing, that's fine too. You know I'll take you for as many rides as you want 'til you find something better, but--
[ But mean still hurts, even when you're used to it, even when thick skin blunts the barbs. And that's not really enough to warrant a confession either, no matter how slick Kojiro is about it, and no matter how many times he's told Reki the carbon-copy exact same thing, so despite the fact that he knows it doesn't count for shit, he pushes on: ]
I like you a lot. I like this a lot. I wanna try something more. With you.
[ reki refuses to meet his eyes, at least at first. that no is so sobering, frighteningly so. it's the difference between having a handle on this situation, having control and yet remaining detached enough to not have anything to lose. take all that away and he's just terrified.
which, he has every reason to be. kojiro's asking him something in earnest and he's already making the same mistakes he made with langa. and sure, both of them are very good at concealing hurt, but reki feels it like something dying deep inside of him—he always does, every time.
there isn't anything he can do to take that hurt away; it'll always be there for him to see, an ugly scar on their relationship that'll haunt him forever. if kojiro wants to hide it away, that's fine—reki is wearing it for him now, his face twisted and tortured as he reaches out to firmly squeeze kojiro's arm. ]
It doesn't get any better than you, man.
[ there's a certain voice he only ever uses with kojiro, ever since that first time watching the sun set and talking out his first little episode. but using it now, after he's been mean, puts him in way too vulnerable a place. he can feel another break coming, and fast, so his request is an urgent one: ]
Reki's face is all a mess of hurt and confusion, plain as day. Kojiro might be dumb as a box of rocks, but he's more intuitive than anyone gives him credit for. He knows when he fucked up. Moreover, he knows he must have ruined the -- by all accounts -- lovely day Reki had whittled out for them, and that? That all feels wretched. Despite Reki's reassurance, or maybe just because he says it like that, Kojiro's feeling like the biggest asshole that ever did exist. ]
Yeah. Gimme a sec. You can go wait by the bike if you want.
[ Kojiro pounds the rest of his drink on his way back to the bar counter. It doesn't take long to settle up, and he's trying really hard not to think about anything else while his back is turned to Reki. None of that was an answer. Not really. Not to someone who patently refuses to read into anything. And he has to be okay with that, despite zero clarity from any frame of reference.
That was his promise and his problem before he ever opened his stupid mouth about this. He'll be okay with it, no matter what Reki wants to do. He's gotta stand by that, or risk reinforcing all the awful shit Reki believes about his own worth.
But they're still getting that room. Even if it's just to give Reki some space to process and breathe, even if he just wants to sprawl out on a too-large bed and be miserable for the rest of the day. Kojiro's got his shirt on again when he rejoins Reki by the bike, and they ride -- carefully -- another few minutes down the same stretch of beachfront road before Kojiro steers them into the garage of a love hotel.
He tugs Reki along to the priciest room, in case he had any illusions that Kojiro's willing to cut corners with any of this. But the second they're inside, Kojiro's crowding Reki back against the closed door. His knees hit the ground as his arms wind around Reki's waist, forehead pressed to hide his face against Reki's chest. Silent prostration, wordless plea for forgiveness, because he isn't gonna open his mouth again and risk fucking this up even more. ]
[ it feels just as shitty to cut their lunch short, but honestly, he doesn't trust himself not to make a scene. just guilt all around, ping-ponging back and forth between them, and yeah, they really need to get somewhere and talk. reki makes a motion for his wallet, but kojiro's already disappeared himself by then, so he heads over to the bike to cool down his head with a few more puffs of that pen and some fresh air.
it's easier when they're riding to the hotel, when reki can wrap his arms around kojiro and sink against his back. no matter what transpired, this is still his favorite thing in the world, even though he's burying his face instead of gawking at the blurring streets, his arms squeezing in a way that's probably telling. probably has always been telling.
he needs this and he's gotten way too attached to this and he's starting to hate anyone who he perceives as powerful enough to come between this and himself. but that was his problem to drown in cheap tequila and asahi super dry. he was never prepared for it to be something he'd have to share with anyone.
by the time they hit the hotel, those vape hits have almost mellowed him out enough to make him amenable to the idea of throwing a fit over the price of the room. this was his idea, he should pay, but it feels wrong to break the silence with more admonishments. the root of that problem isn't the money or who's paying—it's that he wants kojiro to feel taken care of for once, same as he makes everyone else feel. that's a thing they can talk about, he thinks—until they get inside and kojiro's on his knees, still almost just as tall as reki like this, infuriatingly.
with a sigh, reki leans back against the door and starts stroking through kojiro's hair, slow and soothing, same way he puts the girls to sleep. he lets the quiet reign for a moment while his fingers work, and then: ]
You really want this to be your life, man? Nothing but teenage mood swings and my dumb fucking mouth?
[ It comes out muffled against Reki's jacket, and Kojiro tilts his head up to meet Reki's gaze on the tail end of that statement. There are some things you have to look someone in the eye to tell them, but Reki's never been totally comfortable with the whole feelings thing. So again, whatever he can get. And maybe Kojiro doesn't deserve begging for thread, but he manages to fall for this kind of thing time and time again, and it's started to feel like home. Different, with Reki; less familiar, more fun. That's worth it. Having Reki in his arms like his, fingers tangling through Kojiro's hair, it's all-- ]
You're worth fighting for. So I will, until you don't want me to anymore.
[ And that's it. They don't have to talk about it anymore. Not if Reki doesn't want to. But Kojiro's not gonna deny Reki his voice in this either. ]
You don't have to decide now. Or at all, if you don't want to. Just-- Maybe I just wanted you to know.
[ Maybe he just wanted to avoid repeating the same mistakes again. That seems like as good a reason as any. ]
[ is the first thing reki makes sure that he says. all right, yeah, he's irrefutably guilty when it comes to taking all those compliments kojiro lobs his way and brushing them aside in favor of more insidious trains of thought—but he listens to the other stuff. the stuff kojiro says that's about the hurt he holds inside of him. which is the problem.
he sighs, looking down at kojiro's handsome face, taking time to trace the strong line of his jaw, his thumb passing over his cheek before his other finger comes around to pinch it. ]
It's too late, anyway. I don't wanna lie and say I don't want you, but I didn't wanna hurt you either, and now there's nothing we can do.
[ if anything, reki should be the one on his knees. but if the world made sense, none of these kind and brilliant, talented and deserving people would bother with him at all. they'd find someone uncomplicated and easy and live a life of comfort and stability. but no, they just keep coming for reki like it's not going to end in disaster.
the least he can do is slide down the door he's leaning against, looping his thin arms over kojiro's broad shoulders. if it was anyone else, maybe, he'd run like he always does, but holding on to kojiro like this is the one place he feels safe, no matter what happened today. ]
[ Maybe that's an oversimplification, because if this feels scary to Kojiro, he can't even imagine how Reki must feel. It doesn't have to be apocalyptic, but Reki's gonna overthink it until it seems that way, and there's not much Kojiro can do about that. Not outside of holding him, reassuring him; thankfully, those are two things Kojiro is fairly good at.
Reki's arms are around him already, so it doesn't take much for Kojiro to get an arm under his thighs and lift him along while he stands. He hadn't taken note of the room's theme when he picked it, but it's-- Not what he probably would have chosen, actually. It's all jewel-toned velvets and silks on black-laquered furniture, sheer drapery around the bed, tassels on the pillows and embroidery on everything. The lights are all red. It feels too tawdry for something like this, but not terrible; just not their style.
The bed is comfortable, at least. Not that Reki's getting a chance to test it out. Kojiro hauls him over to it, and under normal circumstances, Reki would get tossed and attacked immediately. Instead, Kojiro falls back onto it, and lets Reki rest against his chest. It's better than the floor, in any case, and it frees Kojiro's hands up to sink through Reki's hair and slide up his back. ]
Not gonna hold you to anything you wanted earlier. But you're the boss today. You wanna lay here and talk more, that's fine. You want me to spend hours making you forget I opened my stupid mouth, that's fine too. Whatever you want.
[ being lifted still brings with it that jolt of cold fear, anticipation for the crash and the agony that doesn't come. the only sign of it is the tightening of his arms, though, and that's innocuous enough that it doesn't warrant discussion. another thing he'll get over with time, if kojiro has the patience to ever make it there.
slowly, he breathes him in until they're laying on the bed, immersing himself in his heady warmth and strong arms. really, kojiro seals his own fate by riding a hand up his spine, compelling reki's whole body to rise against his touch, greedy and eager as ever. talk is cheap and everyone breaks their promises; what never lies is flesh, and reki roams his lips over it until he finds a collarbone to worry with the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
What d'you think my call's gonna be?
[ the real tragedy is that they didn't get more liquor for him to truly surrender himself to this. but he does have a bottle of rush in his pocket, which he pauses long enough to uncap and take a whiff of before holding it to kojiro's nose. his other hand keeps busy, undoing the buttons of kojiro's shirt until he can slide his palm over his chest unhindered. his hips rock, turned urgent by both the chemicals and the confusion clouding his senses. ]
[ Need you, in that hushed, breathy tone. That's it. That's all Kojiro needs to hear, and his higher function and reasoning just cease.
It's probably better this way. Being in his own head is just making things progressively worse at this point. Reki offers the bottle, and one whiff has Kojiro's head swimming and his nerves alight. Those wandering hands and the insistent press of Reki's hips are like a million tiny cuts, sharp and perfect and to the quick, wearing him down so quickly Reki can practically hear the last thread of Kojiro's patience snap.
His arm is still tight around Reki's waist when Kojiro sits up, sudden enough that his arm stays tight to steady Reki, in case his inebriation had any ideas about letting him tip back farther. Kojiro's hands are so large, but he uses them too well, reins tight even now, perfectly controlled when one of them grasps Reki's jaw -- firm without bruising -- and the kiss he pulls Reki into falls on the heels of a low growl. ]
You wear too much.
[ That's always the complaint. Reki can feel Kojiro growing hard against the urgent press of their hips, and even still, he's gotta remind Reki of how many damn layers are between them. That's the next task; bullying Reki out of his clothes. Jacket first, then all the layers underneath it come at once over Reki's head, and if some seams pop in the process, Kojiro doesn't give a damn. Problem for another time. This problem is suddenly solved, and Kojiro's momentarily content with the newly-exposed skin, mouth falling to drag careful teeth down one side of Reki's throat. He braces Reki again, just before a hand presses between them to palm Reki's cock through his pants. ]
[ it's a good snap, one that reki knows precisely how to handle. there's no thinking required to spread his legs wide and splay across kojiro's lap, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that those strong hands will catch him no matter how he moves. that's half the fun of what they have, how relentless they can both be without the fear of losing each other in their urgency.
no matter how many times they do this, though, it still makes reki shiver to hear kojiro's voice go low and rumble right through him. he's already swaying in his lap, working the hard ridge of his cock through his pants, but that sound makes the bending of his back more extreme, the slow friction of this sensuous grind resounding deeper with every smooth snap of his hips. ]
Don't wanna encroach on your brand, [ is his rough reply, but the truth is that he likes it when kojiro really wants him, when all that waiting comes to a head and he starts tearing at him just like this. the only pause between them is reki seizing when kojiro's hand slides over his dick, already hard just from the work he's doing in kojiro's lap. furiously, his palms rub over kojiro's pecs to ground himself through the excruciating ache, sounding more drunk than he actually is as he murmurs. ]
[ Like Kojiro would ever make Reki beg. Hell, if Kojiro had even a hint of willpower to withstand Reki's fucking mouth, they wouldn't have gotten here in the first place. But Reki has a way with words that Kojiro's absolutely weak for; direct, effortless, scorching when he tries, and Kojiro's told him. He's told Reki that that mouth is gonna get him in trouble one day. And now here they are. Trouble, every time.
Doesn't matter. Reki's worth the trouble, and he always will be, even when he's driving Kojiro up a wall like this.
Reki's pawing his pecs, struggling for-- something. Composure, maybe. Like he's losing his grip, and that's a dangerous thing to let on, because Kojiro's relentless. Lopsided smirk, eyes sharp and fixed on Reki's face, he works his way through Reki's button and zipper one-handed, then yanks his pants and boxers away from their home at his skinny hips. Low enough, at least, that he can get Reki's cock free and his hand around it for one agonizingly slow stroke. This, just before he gets a hand under Reki's bare ass and forces him closer, up, to trap his cock against Kojiro's abs. ]
Got any lube in those bottomless pockets of yours?
[ it's just not fair; he's got a belly full of cheap margaritas and a nose full of poppers and kojiro's still trying to fucking end him. as if he'd ever complain, content as anything to suffer beneath kojiro's rough, warm hands, hissing the higher that stroke climbs. he wasn't lying before—this is exactly what he needs, practically fucking gone already and they've hardly begun. ]
Check around. Got like a dozen of those squeezy packets in one of 'em.
[ not like he's going to make any effort to grab one. apparently, that's kojiro's job; he's still reki, gone or not, too busy circling his neck with his arms and stretching himself thin across his chest, where he can cook up just the right amount of trouble while kojiro tries his best with those pockets. honestly, the muscle here's so warm and firm against his dick, he could come just like this—and he's not trying not to, his hips still rocking slowly.
sweet as anything, he nuzzles up kojiro's throat and breathes hot into his ear, less like he's begging and more like he's a smug little shit: ]
[ The string of obscenities is frustration, plain and undisguised, one word clipping short in deference to the next, because Reki is wearing on his patience. Check around; like he hasn't already put Kojiro to work here. Kojiro sinks a hand in Reki's hair, curled tight around the roots before he yanks that red head back enough to meet his gaze. ]
You keep that up, see where it gets you.
[ Reki knows it's an empty warning, despite the quiet snarl woven through it, and Kojiro can't banish the grin from his face. Kojiro releases his hair a second later, and smooths his fingers over Reki's scalp to soothe away any ache while his other hand digs through Reki's pants. One of the cargo pockets seems the likeliest place for anyone to keep something like that; less risk of them breaking and making a mess everywhere. And-- Bingo. Front-left. Kojiro tosses a few onto the bed, then rips two open with his teeth. He probably has too much experience managing this one-handed, but sometimes these useless skills pay off. Like now, getting his fingers coated, cupping a bit more in his palm, then reaching behind Reki to slip between his ass and spread carefully around his entrance. That's the only warning he gets before Kojiro sinks one thick finger inside.
Reki can just keep rutting against his abs. Kojiro only has two hands, and the other has drifted down between Reki's shoulderblades, to keep him pressed close and steady while Kojiro gradually works his finger in. ]
Gonna come on my chest? Make me all pretty with your cum?
[ kojiro's just spitting bar after bar of expletives and it's music to reki's ears. sure enough, there are fingers curling in his hair before long. he makes sure to lick into kojiro's ear before he's reeled back, which puts his tongue in just the right place to gloss up his lips while he swoons under the tight clench of that fist. anticipation is percolating in his belly like a captive bolt of lightning; he knows what's coming to him is going to be deliciously nasty by that gorgeous snarl kojiro aims at him.
no harm no foul anyway. he finds the lube easy enough while reki reaches for the nitrates again and sniffles against his chest, rubbing his cheek against kojiro's warm skin like a well-fed housecat. he's all dumb and loose and boneless by the time kojiro starts digging under his skin, his legs trembling before he even registers the sensation, his whole world quickly reduced to just that finger surging inside him. ]
Fuck, yes.
[ he needed this like yesterday. the only thing that could be better is more of it, which reki is down to help with, his hips writhing to greedily swallow that finger down to its knuckle, his ass lifting for more. there's no way he's going to be truly satisfied until he's got a hard dick in him, but for now it's fun to play around, shoot kojiro a dreamy smile and say: ]
It looks good on you. Don't worry, I'll lick it up like a good little slut.
[ Reki's working the last threads of Kojiro's patience between his mouth and that maddening grind against his stomach, taking him apart and fraying his nerves. Kojiro doesn't know how he ever keeps himself together when they're like this, when he's coming apart at every seam, when Reki's trying to make him lose it and -- intermittently -- succeeding. Because it all comes in waves with Reki. Need and desperation, crashing over and back so hard that it knocks Kojiro breathless. Whatever Reki thinks about the sustainability of all this, Kojiro doesn't want to be without him.
He could be mean. He could act on impulse, abandon restraint, shove Reki back and fuck him to within an inch of his life. But no matter how high Reki's riding on poppers, Kojiro's too well-proportioned to be rushing anything here. So, it's hard. It's a fucking trial, but he talks himself down, and pushes his hips against Reki's thigh while he eases another finger inside.
Kojiro's so hard, so ready, but not yet. With Reki practically melting against him, it's easier. Easier to rut against him. Easier to get a hand between them and find Reki's cock again, stroke him along with the quick in-out of Kojiro's fingers. ]
Come on. Do it. [ Kojiro's breath is a low growl right against Reki's ear, teeth pulling at the lobe. ] Wanna see you come.
So fuckin' stingy, [ reki growls, though he's leaning back to take every thrust those fingers give to him. mean is exactly what he wants, but it's no secret between them that kojiro will always win in a battle of wills—at least when it comes to this. he's far too sensitive, way beyond turned on to the point where he's keening with every stroke of kojiro's hand, trying his best to outlast the pull of his fingers but too hungry for it to put up any real fight.
the only real recourse he has is to make him watch. narrow his eyes and grit his teeth as he swallows up those fingers buried in his ass with a rough snap of his hips. spread his legs even wider, so wide that they're trembling, so kojiro can see how red and wet the head of his cock becomes as he clenches and writhes, how greedy and desperate this little dance on his lap can be. he lifts his fingers to kojiro's lips, hooking them into his mouth to keep him there, audience to the mess he paints across kojiro's belly with his twitching cock.
coming takes the wind out of him, but he refuses to let it slow him down. no matter how he cringes every time he bounces himself off kojiro's lap, respite just isn't an option when they're sharing a bed. ]
Now you turn me the fuck out, [ he murmurs, dropping that hand from kojiro's mouth to wet it with seed and bring it right back up again for him to taste. ] Don't wanna hear how tight I am. You'll love it.
[ Kojiro's tongue is hot; wet velvet sliding between Reki's fingers the second they're in his mouth, eager behind the aching edge of teeth against his knuckles, holding him fast just as sure as Reki's holding his attention rapt and fixed. Reki's little show doesn't go unappreciated. Approving groans accompany every hurried breath against Reki's palm, and Kojiro's gaze is hard, intent, unflinching, until Reki finally spills over his stomach, and his eyes flutter shut with a long sigh.
You'll love it. Like that's not the entirety of their problem right now. Like Kojiro's not already hanging on every word, transfixed by the tireless shift of Reki's hips. Like Kojiro wouldn't do anything for Reki, without question, no holds barred.
Without question. Like the way Kojiro sucks Reki's cum away from his fingers, all a tireless tongue diligently cleaning and swallowing him down, even as his own digits slip out of Reki's body.
But then Reki's on his back before he can register what's happening, and Kojiro goes with him. There's only enough space between them for Kojiro to finally wrestle Reki's pants away, and then his own, hissing out a long sigh at the relief of finally -- finally -- freeing his cock from that confining ache. ]
Love it when you boss me around.
[ It's why he's not arguing, why he can't wipe that smirk off his face while he gets a hand under Reki's knee and hikes it up over his shoulder-- ]
Love it when you look like this.
[ And why he can't even find his breath anymore when -- there's that mean streak, at long last -- he sinks his cock quick and deep into Reki, sheathed to the hilt in one hard push. ]
[ it's really hard to deny the thrill of being pinned beneath kojiro's dark gaze. there's a reason he drives girls crazy; reki's found he's just as susceptible to those eyes that melt the whole world way, so intense you can feel it in your bones.
it's that or the drugs (or both) that has him shivering over that wet tongue dragging across his fingers, his softening cock twitching pitifully with a piercing shot of wanting. such a fucking relief when he's on his back and kojiro's tearing at his clothes, a nice service for him to provide while he breathes in from that bottle until his whole face screws up with the sting.
that's pitched elsewhere so he can reach out, letting the heady rumble of kojiro's voice superheat his skin as he lances deep inside him. still wasn't enough rush; his hands jerk to kojiro's hips, tightening until his knuckles turn white, his whole body seizing and arching off the bed as that thick cock burns like a coal inside of him. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[ which is, of course, the best part, feeling like he's gonna be torn in two, fighting with every nerve in his body to push himself off kojiro's hips and jerk right back again. the bone-melting rush of being so excruciatingly full is perfectly unbearable and his toes are never going to come uncurled—this is the dick that ruined him for all others. ]
Nnn—don't stop now.
[ he needs it, wants it so bad that he's willing to climb and contort himself however he can get more of it. all those practicing inverts are doing him well. and his dad said skating would never get him nowhere. ]
[ Five seconds. That's exactly how long Reki gets to catch his breath, to cuss and whine and push through whatever involuntary tantrum his body is throwing. Five seconds, during which Kojiro tilts his head to scrape his teeth along the inside of Reki's knee, hooked still over his shoulder. It isn't enough time to soothe the ache, to cool the burn, but Reki doesn't want that. Turn me out. If Kojiro's not crowding out his thoughts, if he's not thoroughly silencing the noise in Reki's head, then he's not doing his fucking job.
And, five seconds gone, Kojiro's hips piston, heedless of Reki's hands on them; slower out than the hard snap back in, and then again, firmer still to test the reins.
Reki wants words, but Kojiro doesn't have that gift. He can't spew the same kind of beautiful filth Reki does, because there are no words for this. Kojiro's brain just stops working, refuses to string together more complex thoughts than a litany of fuck, tight, hot, good. How is he supposed to describe this? How is anyone supposed to put words to this? That fucking Reki feels like desecrating holy ground? That being inside him is like falling from grace? That seeing him come is like finding salvation?
He can't say that corny shit. Reki would laugh him out of the fucking room. ]
You want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?
[ Punctuated with another sharp snap of Kojiro's hips. ]
[ five seconds is almost too long to wait. not like he's anymore prepared for kojiro to crash into him, that leg slung over his shoulder shaking just as hard the first time as every time after that. kojiro's hollowing him out and leaving him with a void so deep inside that he's catching vertigo every time that he withdraws, but reki's still got it in him to flash a twisted little grin. ]
Even better.
[ with just the smallest of caveats: ]
But you don't come til I tell you.
[ of course, like the insecure fucking demon he is, he has to make a whole thing of it. use kojiro's shoulder to lift himself higher, pull at those hips so every rough snap makes his ass clap hard enough for them to feel it in the next room. and every thrust makes him a little more wild for it, compelling him to greedily clutch at kojiro's dick when he feels it sliding away, his hole too hungry to let it go without a fight. sure, he can't remember the last time he took this dick sober, but he can hardly blame the drugs for how much he loves it.
especially now, with his head all full of thoughts of locking all this down for himself? 'greedy' doesn't even begin to cut it. he's breaking his back to hoard every hard inch inside the vicing grip of his body, as turned out by the idea of mine as he is by all those relentless strokes. ]
[ For a moment, the only response Reki gets is a helpless groan.
Kojiro's weak for this shit, and they both know it. Has been since day one. Reki turns into this desperate, writhing, needful thing beneath him, pulls and fights him for every stroke, and Kojiro is fucking weak for it. Like he could just come apart on the edge of Reki's voice, or lose himself completely in the needy grasp around his cock.
So Reki's making rules now. Cute. Kojiro smirks, and his hands move quickly; one to Reki's hip, to hold him in place after a hard thrust brings Kojiro's cock held fast within him, and the other to curl loosely around Reki's throat. ]
That so?
[ Kojiro's leaned closer, to press the whisper of a kiss to the corner of Reki's mouth; it's shockingly tender against the backdrop of his sinister grin, the soft squeeze at Reki's throat, the barest nudge of Kojiro's hips. All a dichotomy of rough to sweet, and an exercise in self control, when even Kojiro's stomach is shaking against the urge to lay into Reki again. ]
[ no matter how careful kojiro is with his throat, reki can't breathe anyway. the sharp shock of being so deeply impaled is breath-taking, but the little motions of kojiro's hips make it impossible to catch more, impossible to do anything but shudder right down to his bones. and laugh, somehow, hoarse and soft. ]
Fuckin' hope not.
[ it's gonna take a lot to get his fill of this, he already knows. it already feels like they're balanced on the edge of something dangerous, his absolute favorite place to be. it's the kind of rush that doesn't come in a bottle—he just needs more of this hand around his throat, more of the bittersweet pain that shoots up and down his legs as he writhes against kojiro's grasp.
and until then, he's gonna whine about it, catching his fingers in kojiro's hair so he can press a few soft, plaintive kisses to his lips. ]
Choke me out or lemme get on top.
[ his brows raise as his lips brush sweetly over his skin. ]
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You're too far away.
[ honestly, for the best. this is why he likes drinking; he can say shit like that instead of letting it bounce around inside him until it makes him miserable. it's a panacea for all kinds of hurt, so no need to worry about how low and undeserving he is when he's practically untouchable—better to focus instead on how good kojiro's skin feels against his own.
and bonus: he knows he's safe here. it's a far cry from what he had before this started, whenever this started, and maybe if reki was a better person, he'd thank him. but he's not. he's the worst. ]
We should get a room down here. I'll pay.
[ reki's ideas can never be that simple. obviously he's still working out the second part. it comes quick enough: ]
And fingerpaints.
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Like I'd let you pay for that.
[ So it's gonna be one of those days. Nights. Both, maybe; languishing the pleasure, indulging the bad, but Kojiro can't find the energy to argue with this brand of honesty. Not when Reki's comfortable enough to ask for this. Reki gets what Reki wants, no questions asked. Maybe this time, Kojiro can even fuck some sense into him. ]
But yeah. All right. I know a place.
[ Not yet, though. Kojiro's still nursing his second drink, and they're going to enjoy each other's company for a little while longer before the orgasm barrage commences.
Fuck, it's just-- What is with him today? Why the hell is this bothering him so much? Did Reki really get under his skin that much? Since when has he been so sensitive about this shit?
Tequila blows. It absolutely obliterates his internal filters. But at least he's still managing to feign indifference, keep his cool. Not make Reki all jumpy. Kojiro wants honesty here, not overthinking, not anxiety or self-deprecation. He's genuinely good with whatever answer he gets, he promises himself -- digs his heels in and insists -- that he will be. He just needs to know, even if he's way too detached and smooth about asking. ]
That all you want out of this? [ And before Reki can be a little shit about it, Kojiro clarifies: ] This entire thing, I mean. Not just today.
Could put it on lock, if you wanted.
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Oh yeah. That's exactly what I want.
[ later, he'll think of how mean he sounds and cringe—because he can black out all the good stuff, sure, all the laughter and smiles and covert touches in public spaces, but this shit sticks with him forever. right now it doesn't seem so bad because... there's just no way that he's serious, who cares if the sarcasm is thick and abrasive? ]
Put a lock on someone who's in love with mmmmnot me. Can't see how that won't crash and burn.
[ not that it's all just the liquor. how many anecdotes about shots not taken did he have to endure before kojiro gave up on trying to steer him toward his best friend? thinly-veiled ones, which could have only ever been about one person, the same person reki sees taking kojiro for everything he's got and thanking him by cutting him down in front of everyone.
which... now it hits him. the fucking audacity. there has to be another reason why and now he thinks he gets it. ]
... Ah. You tryin' to make someone jealous?
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[ Kojiro tries, but doesn't quite resist the urge to roll his eyes. Nothing defensive, just-- straightforward. Maybe a little wounded, but he's quick to school his features again. This is-- just so stupid, and on so many levels, but he leans across the table, close enough to lend some air of sincerity to what he says next. And even if Reki won't meet his eyes, Kojiro's staring straight through him. ]
Look. Cards on the table, dude. I told you that ship sailed, long time ago. There's nothing for me there. Sometimes you just gotta-- quit chasing echoes and look at what's in front of you.
[ Which, from where they're both sitting? ]
So you be as mean as you want about it. I'm used to a lot meaner than you; you're not getting rid of me like that. And if you wanna keep doing what we're doing, that's fine too. You know I'll take you for as many rides as you want 'til you find something better, but--
[ But mean still hurts, even when you're used to it, even when thick skin blunts the barbs. And that's not really enough to warrant a confession either, no matter how slick Kojiro is about it, and no matter how many times he's told Reki the carbon-copy exact same thing, so despite the fact that he knows it doesn't count for shit, he pushes on: ]
I like you a lot. I like this a lot. I wanna try something more. With you.
So, your play. Whatever you want.
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which, he has every reason to be. kojiro's asking him something in earnest and he's already making the same mistakes he made with langa. and sure, both of them are very good at concealing hurt, but reki feels it like something dying deep inside of him—he always does, every time.
there isn't anything he can do to take that hurt away; it'll always be there for him to see, an ugly scar on their relationship that'll haunt him forever. if kojiro wants to hide it away, that's fine—reki is wearing it for him now, his face twisted and tortured as he reaches out to firmly squeeze kojiro's arm. ]
It doesn't get any better than you, man.
[ there's a certain voice he only ever uses with kojiro, ever since that first time watching the sun set and talking out his first little episode. but using it now, after he's been mean, puts him in way too vulnerable a place. he can feel another break coming, and fast, so his request is an urgent one: ]
Can we get outta here?
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Reki's face is all a mess of hurt and confusion, plain as day. Kojiro might be dumb as a box of rocks, but he's more intuitive than anyone gives him credit for. He knows when he fucked up. Moreover, he knows he must have ruined the -- by all accounts -- lovely day Reki had whittled out for them, and that? That all feels wretched. Despite Reki's reassurance, or maybe just because he says it like that, Kojiro's feeling like the biggest asshole that ever did exist. ]
Yeah. Gimme a sec. You can go wait by the bike if you want.
[ Kojiro pounds the rest of his drink on his way back to the bar counter. It doesn't take long to settle up, and he's trying really hard not to think about anything else while his back is turned to Reki. None of that was an answer. Not really. Not to someone who patently refuses to read into anything. And he has to be okay with that, despite zero clarity from any frame of reference.
That was his promise and his problem before he ever opened his stupid mouth about this. He'll be okay with it, no matter what Reki wants to do. He's gotta stand by that, or risk reinforcing all the awful shit Reki believes about his own worth.
But they're still getting that room. Even if it's just to give Reki some space to process and breathe, even if he just wants to sprawl out on a too-large bed and be miserable for the rest of the day. Kojiro's got his shirt on again when he rejoins Reki by the bike, and they ride -- carefully -- another few minutes down the same stretch of beachfront road before Kojiro steers them into the garage of a love hotel.
He tugs Reki along to the priciest room, in case he had any illusions that Kojiro's willing to cut corners with any of this. But the second they're inside, Kojiro's crowding Reki back against the closed door. His knees hit the ground as his arms wind around Reki's waist, forehead pressed to hide his face against Reki's chest. Silent prostration, wordless plea for forgiveness, because he isn't gonna open his mouth again and risk fucking this up even more. ]
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it's easier when they're riding to the hotel, when reki can wrap his arms around kojiro and sink against his back. no matter what transpired, this is still his favorite thing in the world, even though he's burying his face instead of gawking at the blurring streets, his arms squeezing in a way that's probably telling. probably has always been telling.
he needs this and he's gotten way too attached to this and he's starting to hate anyone who he perceives as powerful enough to come between this and himself. but that was his problem to drown in cheap tequila and asahi super dry. he was never prepared for it to be something he'd have to share with anyone.
by the time they hit the hotel, those vape hits have almost mellowed him out enough to make him amenable to the idea of throwing a fit over the price of the room. this was his idea, he should pay, but it feels wrong to break the silence with more admonishments. the root of that problem isn't the money or who's paying—it's that he wants kojiro to feel taken care of for once, same as he makes everyone else feel. that's a thing they can talk about, he thinks—until they get inside and kojiro's on his knees, still almost just as tall as reki like this, infuriatingly.
with a sigh, reki leans back against the door and starts stroking through kojiro's hair, slow and soothing, same way he puts the girls to sleep. he lets the quiet reign for a moment while his fingers work, and then: ]
You really want this to be your life, man? Nothing but teenage mood swings and my dumb fucking mouth?
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[ It comes out muffled against Reki's jacket, and Kojiro tilts his head up to meet Reki's gaze on the tail end of that statement. There are some things you have to look someone in the eye to tell them, but Reki's never been totally comfortable with the whole feelings thing. So again, whatever he can get. And maybe Kojiro doesn't deserve begging for thread, but he manages to fall for this kind of thing time and time again, and it's started to feel like home. Different, with Reki; less familiar, more fun. That's worth it. Having Reki in his arms like his, fingers tangling through Kojiro's hair, it's all-- ]
You're worth fighting for. So I will, until you don't want me to anymore.
[ And that's it. They don't have to talk about it anymore. Not if Reki doesn't want to. But Kojiro's not gonna deny Reki his voice in this either. ]
You don't have to decide now. Or at all, if you don't want to. Just-- Maybe I just wanted you to know.
[ Maybe he just wanted to avoid repeating the same mistakes again. That seems like as good a reason as any. ]
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[ is the first thing reki makes sure that he says. all right, yeah, he's irrefutably guilty when it comes to taking all those compliments kojiro lobs his way and brushing them aside in favor of more insidious trains of thought—but he listens to the other stuff. the stuff kojiro says that's about the hurt he holds inside of him. which is the problem.
he sighs, looking down at kojiro's handsome face, taking time to trace the strong line of his jaw, his thumb passing over his cheek before his other finger comes around to pinch it. ]
It's too late, anyway. I don't wanna lie and say I don't want you, but I didn't wanna hurt you either, and now there's nothing we can do.
[ if anything, reki should be the one on his knees. but if the world made sense, none of these kind and brilliant, talented and deserving people would bother with him at all. they'd find someone uncomplicated and easy and live a life of comfort and stability. but no, they just keep coming for reki like it's not going to end in disaster.
the least he can do is slide down the door he's leaning against, looping his thin arms over kojiro's broad shoulders. if it was anyone else, maybe, he'd run like he always does, but holding on to kojiro like this is the one place he feels safe, no matter what happened today. ]
I'm gonna fuck this up so bad.
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[ Maybe that's an oversimplification, because if this feels scary to Kojiro, he can't even imagine how Reki must feel. It doesn't have to be apocalyptic, but Reki's gonna overthink it until it seems that way, and there's not much Kojiro can do about that. Not outside of holding him, reassuring him; thankfully, those are two things Kojiro is fairly good at.
Reki's arms are around him already, so it doesn't take much for Kojiro to get an arm under his thighs and lift him along while he stands. He hadn't taken note of the room's theme when he picked it, but it's-- Not what he probably would have chosen, actually. It's all jewel-toned velvets and silks on black-laquered furniture, sheer drapery around the bed, tassels on the pillows and embroidery on everything. The lights are all red. It feels too tawdry for something like this, but not terrible; just not their style.
The bed is comfortable, at least. Not that Reki's getting a chance to test it out. Kojiro hauls him over to it, and under normal circumstances, Reki would get tossed and attacked immediately. Instead, Kojiro falls back onto it, and lets Reki rest against his chest. It's better than the floor, in any case, and it frees Kojiro's hands up to sink through Reki's hair and slide up his back. ]
Not gonna hold you to anything you wanted earlier. But you're the boss today. You wanna lay here and talk more, that's fine. You want me to spend hours making you forget I opened my stupid mouth, that's fine too. Whatever you want.
Your call.
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slowly, he breathes him in until they're laying on the bed, immersing himself in his heady warmth and strong arms. really, kojiro seals his own fate by riding a hand up his spine, compelling reki's whole body to rise against his touch, greedy and eager as ever. talk is cheap and everyone breaks their promises; what never lies is flesh, and reki roams his lips over it until he finds a collarbone to worry with the wriggling point of his tongue. ]
What d'you think my call's gonna be?
[ the real tragedy is that they didn't get more liquor for him to truly surrender himself to this. but he does have a bottle of rush in his pocket, which he pauses long enough to uncap and take a whiff of before holding it to kojiro's nose. his other hand keeps busy, undoing the buttons of kojiro's shirt until he can slide his palm over his chest unhindered. his hips rock, turned urgent by both the chemicals and the confusion clouding his senses. ]
Need you.
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It's probably better this way. Being in his own head is just making things progressively worse at this point. Reki offers the bottle, and one whiff has Kojiro's head swimming and his nerves alight. Those wandering hands and the insistent press of Reki's hips are like a million tiny cuts, sharp and perfect and to the quick, wearing him down so quickly Reki can practically hear the last thread of Kojiro's patience snap.
His arm is still tight around Reki's waist when Kojiro sits up, sudden enough that his arm stays tight to steady Reki, in case his inebriation had any ideas about letting him tip back farther. Kojiro's hands are so large, but he uses them too well, reins tight even now, perfectly controlled when one of them grasps Reki's jaw -- firm without bruising -- and the kiss he pulls Reki into falls on the heels of a low growl. ]
You wear too much.
[ That's always the complaint. Reki can feel Kojiro growing hard against the urgent press of their hips, and even still, he's gotta remind Reki of how many damn layers are between them. That's the next task; bullying Reki out of his clothes. Jacket first, then all the layers underneath it come at once over Reki's head, and if some seams pop in the process, Kojiro doesn't give a damn. Problem for another time. This problem is suddenly solved, and Kojiro's momentarily content with the newly-exposed skin, mouth falling to drag careful teeth down one side of Reki's throat. He braces Reki again, just before a hand presses between them to palm Reki's cock through his pants. ]
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no matter how many times they do this, though, it still makes reki shiver to hear kojiro's voice go low and rumble right through him. he's already swaying in his lap, working the hard ridge of his cock through his pants, but that sound makes the bending of his back more extreme, the slow friction of this sensuous grind resounding deeper with every smooth snap of his hips. ]
Don't wanna encroach on your brand, [ is his rough reply, but the truth is that he likes it when kojiro really wants him, when all that waiting comes to a head and he starts tearing at him just like this. the only pause between them is reki seizing when kojiro's hand slides over his dick, already hard just from the work he's doing in kojiro's lap. furiously, his palms rub over kojiro's pecs to ground himself through the excruciating ache, sounding more drunk than he actually is as he murmurs. ]
Wanna ride you, just like this.
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[ Like Kojiro would ever make Reki beg. Hell, if Kojiro had even a hint of willpower to withstand Reki's fucking mouth, they wouldn't have gotten here in the first place. But Reki has a way with words that Kojiro's absolutely weak for; direct, effortless, scorching when he tries, and Kojiro's told him. He's told Reki that that mouth is gonna get him in trouble one day. And now here they are. Trouble, every time.
Doesn't matter. Reki's worth the trouble, and he always will be, even when he's driving Kojiro up a wall like this.
Reki's pawing his pecs, struggling for-- something. Composure, maybe. Like he's losing his grip, and that's a dangerous thing to let on, because Kojiro's relentless. Lopsided smirk, eyes sharp and fixed on Reki's face, he works his way through Reki's button and zipper one-handed, then yanks his pants and boxers away from their home at his skinny hips. Low enough, at least, that he can get Reki's cock free and his hand around it for one agonizingly slow stroke. This, just before he gets a hand under Reki's bare ass and forces him closer, up, to trap his cock against Kojiro's abs. ]
Got any lube in those bottomless pockets of yours?
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[ it's just not fair; he's got a belly full of cheap margaritas and a nose full of poppers and kojiro's still trying to fucking end him. as if he'd ever complain, content as anything to suffer beneath kojiro's rough, warm hands, hissing the higher that stroke climbs. he wasn't lying before—this is exactly what he needs, practically fucking gone already and they've hardly begun. ]
Check around. Got like a dozen of those squeezy packets in one of 'em.
[ not like he's going to make any effort to grab one. apparently, that's kojiro's job; he's still reki, gone or not, too busy circling his neck with his arms and stretching himself thin across his chest, where he can cook up just the right amount of trouble while kojiro tries his best with those pockets. honestly, the muscle here's so warm and firm against his dick, he could come just like this—and he's not trying not to, his hips still rocking slowly.
sweet as anything, he nuzzles up kojiro's throat and breathes hot into his ear, less like he's begging and more like he's a smug little shit: ]
Pleeease.
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[ The string of obscenities is frustration, plain and undisguised, one word clipping short in deference to the next, because Reki is wearing on his patience. Check around; like he hasn't already put Kojiro to work here. Kojiro sinks a hand in Reki's hair, curled tight around the roots before he yanks that red head back enough to meet his gaze. ]
You keep that up, see where it gets you.
[ Reki knows it's an empty warning, despite the quiet snarl woven through it, and Kojiro can't banish the grin from his face. Kojiro releases his hair a second later, and smooths his fingers over Reki's scalp to soothe away any ache while his other hand digs through Reki's pants. One of the cargo pockets seems the likeliest place for anyone to keep something like that; less risk of them breaking and making a mess everywhere. And-- Bingo. Front-left. Kojiro tosses a few onto the bed, then rips two open with his teeth. He probably has too much experience managing this one-handed, but sometimes these useless skills pay off. Like now, getting his fingers coated, cupping a bit more in his palm, then reaching behind Reki to slip between his ass and spread carefully around his entrance. That's the only warning he gets before Kojiro sinks one thick finger inside.
Reki can just keep rutting against his abs. Kojiro only has two hands, and the other has drifted down between Reki's shoulderblades, to keep him pressed close and steady while Kojiro gradually works his finger in. ]
Gonna come on my chest? Make me all pretty with your cum?
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no harm no foul anyway. he finds the lube easy enough while reki reaches for the nitrates again and sniffles against his chest, rubbing his cheek against kojiro's warm skin like a well-fed housecat. he's all dumb and loose and boneless by the time kojiro starts digging under his skin, his legs trembling before he even registers the sensation, his whole world quickly reduced to just that finger surging inside him. ]
Fuck, yes.
[ he needed this like yesterday. the only thing that could be better is more of it, which reki is down to help with, his hips writhing to greedily swallow that finger down to its knuckle, his ass lifting for more. there's no way he's going to be truly satisfied until he's got a hard dick in him, but for now it's fun to play around, shoot kojiro a dreamy smile and say: ]
It looks good on you. Don't worry, I'll lick it up like a good little slut.
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He could be mean. He could act on impulse, abandon restraint, shove Reki back and fuck him to within an inch of his life. But no matter how high Reki's riding on poppers, Kojiro's too well-proportioned to be rushing anything here. So, it's hard. It's a fucking trial, but he talks himself down, and pushes his hips against Reki's thigh while he eases another finger inside.
Kojiro's so hard, so ready, but not yet. With Reki practically melting against him, it's easier. Easier to rut against him. Easier to get a hand between them and find Reki's cock again, stroke him along with the quick in-out of Kojiro's fingers. ]
Come on. Do it. [ Kojiro's breath is a low growl right against Reki's ear, teeth pulling at the lobe. ] Wanna see you come.
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the only real recourse he has is to make him watch. narrow his eyes and grit his teeth as he swallows up those fingers buried in his ass with a rough snap of his hips. spread his legs even wider, so wide that they're trembling, so kojiro can see how red and wet the head of his cock becomes as he clenches and writhes, how greedy and desperate this little dance on his lap can be. he lifts his fingers to kojiro's lips, hooking them into his mouth to keep him there, audience to the mess he paints across kojiro's belly with his twitching cock.
coming takes the wind out of him, but he refuses to let it slow him down. no matter how he cringes every time he bounces himself off kojiro's lap, respite just isn't an option when they're sharing a bed. ]
Now you turn me the fuck out, [ he murmurs, dropping that hand from kojiro's mouth to wet it with seed and bring it right back up again for him to taste. ] Don't wanna hear how tight I am. You'll love it.
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You'll love it. Like that's not the entirety of their problem right now. Like Kojiro's not already hanging on every word, transfixed by the tireless shift of Reki's hips. Like Kojiro wouldn't do anything for Reki, without question, no holds barred.
Without question. Like the way Kojiro sucks Reki's cum away from his fingers, all a tireless tongue diligently cleaning and swallowing him down, even as his own digits slip out of Reki's body.
But then Reki's on his back before he can register what's happening, and Kojiro goes with him. There's only enough space between them for Kojiro to finally wrestle Reki's pants away, and then his own, hissing out a long sigh at the relief of finally -- finally -- freeing his cock from that confining ache. ]
Love it when you boss me around.
[ It's why he's not arguing, why he can't wipe that smirk off his face while he gets a hand under Reki's knee and hikes it up over his shoulder-- ]
Love it when you look like this.
[ And why he can't even find his breath anymore when -- there's that mean streak, at long last -- he sinks his cock quick and deep into Reki, sheathed to the hilt in one hard push. ]
Fu~ck, Reki...
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it's that or the drugs (or both) that has him shivering over that wet tongue dragging across his fingers, his softening cock twitching pitifully with a piercing shot of wanting. such a fucking relief when he's on his back and kojiro's tearing at his clothes, a nice service for him to provide while he breathes in from that bottle until his whole face screws up with the sting.
that's pitched elsewhere so he can reach out, letting the heady rumble of kojiro's voice superheat his skin as he lances deep inside him. still wasn't enough rush; his hands jerk to kojiro's hips, tightening until his knuckles turn white, his whole body seizing and arching off the bed as that thick cock burns like a coal inside of him. ]
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
[ which is, of course, the best part, feeling like he's gonna be torn in two, fighting with every nerve in his body to push himself off kojiro's hips and jerk right back again. the bone-melting rush of being so excruciatingly full is perfectly unbearable and his toes are never going to come uncurled—this is the dick that ruined him for all others. ]
Nnn—don't stop now.
[ he needs it, wants it so bad that he's willing to climb and contort himself however he can get more of it. all those practicing inverts are doing him well. and his dad said skating would never get him nowhere. ]
Tell me how much you love this ass.
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And, five seconds gone, Kojiro's hips piston, heedless of Reki's hands on them; slower out than the hard snap back in, and then again, firmer still to test the reins.
Reki wants words, but Kojiro doesn't have that gift. He can't spew the same kind of beautiful filth Reki does, because there are no words for this. Kojiro's brain just stops working, refuses to string together more complex thoughts than a litany of fuck, tight, hot, good. How is he supposed to describe this? How is anyone supposed to put words to this? That fucking Reki feels like desecrating holy ground? That being inside him is like falling from grace? That seeing him come is like finding salvation?
He can't say that corny shit. Reki would laugh him out of the fucking room. ]
You want me to tell you, or you want me to show you?
[ Punctuated with another sharp snap of Kojiro's hips. ]
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Even better.
[ with just the smallest of caveats: ]
But you don't come til I tell you.
[ of course, like the insecure fucking demon he is, he has to make a whole thing of it. use kojiro's shoulder to lift himself higher, pull at those hips so every rough snap makes his ass clap hard enough for them to feel it in the next room. and every thrust makes him a little more wild for it, compelling him to greedily clutch at kojiro's dick when he feels it sliding away, his hole too hungry to let it go without a fight. sure, he can't remember the last time he took this dick sober, but he can hardly blame the drugs for how much he loves it.
especially now, with his head all full of thoughts of locking all this down for himself? 'greedy' doesn't even begin to cut it. he's breaking his back to hoard every hard inch inside the vicing grip of his body, as turned out by the idea of mine as he is by all those relentless strokes. ]
F'you wanna be mine—ah. That's the rule.
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Kojiro's weak for this shit, and they both know it. Has been since day one. Reki turns into this desperate, writhing, needful thing beneath him, pulls and fights him for every stroke, and Kojiro is fucking weak for it. Like he could just come apart on the edge of Reki's voice, or lose himself completely in the needy grasp around his cock.
So Reki's making rules now. Cute. Kojiro smirks, and his hands move quickly; one to Reki's hip, to hold him in place after a hard thrust brings Kojiro's cock held fast within him, and the other to curl loosely around Reki's throat. ]
That so?
[ Kojiro's leaned closer, to press the whisper of a kiss to the corner of Reki's mouth; it's shockingly tender against the backdrop of his sinister grin, the soft squeeze at Reki's throat, the barest nudge of Kojiro's hips. All a dichotomy of rough to sweet, and an exercise in self control, when even Kojiro's stomach is shaking against the urge to lay into Reki again. ]
You think I was planning on coming any time soon?
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Fuckin' hope not.
[ it's gonna take a lot to get his fill of this, he already knows. it already feels like they're balanced on the edge of something dangerous, his absolute favorite place to be. it's the kind of rush that doesn't come in a bottle—he just needs more of this hand around his throat, more of the bittersweet pain that shoots up and down his legs as he writhes against kojiro's grasp.
and until then, he's gonna whine about it, catching his fingers in kojiro's hair so he can press a few soft, plaintive kisses to his lips. ]
Choke me out or lemme get on top.
[ his brows raise as his lips brush sweetly over his skin. ]
Or both.
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