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As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind. I'm a wretch. But I love, love.
— Jack Kerouac
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World-renowned thief Lupin the Third was surprisingly lightweight— in more ways than one, Jigen mused as he half-dragged, half-carried his new partner back to their room after a few drinks at the bar on the corner. If he hadn’t been a bit hazy himself, he might’ve been more uncomfortable with how vulnerable the normally tack-sharp Lupin seemed; barely able (or willing) to walk and LOUD, just an absolute tactical nightmare if someone happened to be on their tail— but the hideout was new, safe as it was ever going to be, and anyway for all Jigen knew, Lupin had tricks up his sleeve even for times like this.
Didn’t mean he wasn’t the sloppiest drunk Jigen had ever seen, though.
“FINALLY! We’re heeere!” Lupin sang, as Jigen dragged him through the door. “To-ook you long enoughfffph-heh…”
“Would’ve been quicker if you would’ve helped with the walking,” Jigen grumbled, yanking the boss off of his back and shutting the door.
“You looooove it,” Lupin purred, giving a clumsy twirl as if he’d been thrown ahead in a swing dance.
"Oh, fuck off, Boss," Jigen sighed.
Lupin tried to steady himself on his feet, failed, and fell forward into Jigen’s arms. “Ya, ya do though, rii-ight?" he slurred, looking up with eyes gleaming with a certain glee. "Haven’t been clo-ossshe t-to a guy... in a while, have you?”
Jigen’s back stiffened defensively. There was no way Lupin could’ve known, but…
“What… the hell are you talking about—?! Bullshit!!” he spat, peeling Lupin off by the shoulders. “I ought to fucking clock you, you know?”
Lupin melted into annoyingly pointed chuckles; even more annoyingly, his knees refused to lock, forcing Jigen to hold him upright. “Yeeeeaaahh yeah, you’re so scary…. I knowwww, Jiii-gen-chaaaan.”
“Don’t call me that.” Jigen sighed, giving himself a shake, then giving Lupin one. “Look. You’re stupid drunk. Go to bed.”
“Don’t wannaaa....”
“Well, too bad, cuz I need a smoke after all this shit….”
“C'mon and gimme a kiiiisss, Jiiigen-chaaan…”
“What—?”
Lupin kissed him.
Jigen couldn’t move. Did he want to move? What?? He wanted to, but— oh god, what the FUCK— Lupin’s full weight was pushing up and into him, pinning him to the door, and, well, his mouth—! Lupin was devouring him just as readily as one of his trashy girlfriends, maw wet and wide and tongue slipping eagerly between Jigen’s gasp-parted teeth to explore the roof of his mouth. Jigen was overwhelmed with a flood of rage and confusion, the scratch of stubble and the tang of fruity alcohol and a cloud of that fucking cologne Lupin always sprayed onto his neck—
The moment his hands worked again he made good on his threat and gave Lupin the sturdiest punch in the head one could manage while shaking so violently he could barely stand, throwing the boss sprawling spectacularly over the floor.
Jigen opened his mouth to curse, or to apologize, but he choked and nothing would come out. His legs were shaking so bad… He grabbed both sides of his hat, pulling it down hard over his head as he slid down to sit against the door. He squeezed his eyes shut, realizing to his dismay that tears were threatening to squeeze out, and tried a shuddery, defiant sigh.
Lupin was making little chuckling sounds that grew into full-blown laughter even as he rubbed the side of his head, spread eagled dramatically over the floorboards. He licked his lips. “Allll right, goo-t it. Noooooot a fan of kisses….”
Jigen looked up in utter bafflement. “That’s not…!” He shook his head. “...Jesus, man, what’d you have to go and do that for…?”
Lupin was still smacking his lips, now apparently more for fun than practicality. “Ha-ad an ink-ling…. Inkling maaaaay have been wrong….”
Jigen swallowed hard and shuddered, gritting his teeth. “Inkling... may have been, um, right, but— you can’t just…” He sighed. “You’re drunk.”
“People tellll me IIII’m not grea-at with bou-boundariesssh…” Lupin explained gleefully into the floor. He squirmed, with a little whine. “Hmmm… Jiiigen… You wa-aanna suck my dick?”
Jigen blinked, blinked again. “I’m fucking dreaming,” he announced. “This isn’t real.... God, I need a cig….” He started putting his feet underneath himself to get up.
“Isssh…. Ish thish what you dre-am about??” Lupin murmured with genuine bafflement.
“...How about we talk about that when you sober up.” Jigen grunted as he pushed himself to his feet, stumbled; Lupin had clung to his leg.
“Noooooooo….” the drunk mess wailed. “Why noooot now? No-ow’s good!”
“Now’s not good,” Jigen groaned, trying to free his leg. “You won’t remember anything.”
“Eeeexashtly!” Lupin confirmed, poking his temple knowledgeably.
“Brain genius Lupin the Third…” Jigen shook his head.
“Mmmmm,” Lupin murmured, self-satisfied. “Sho you do KNOW howw to suck a dick, ri-ighth?”
Jigen tugged helplessly at his leg, but the boss wouldn’t let him free. “I don’t know why you’d think that.” Lupin raised an eyebrow with such blatant skepticism that Jigen faltered, giving a long, world-weary sigh. “Look, man… it’s, uh... been a long time. Like…. A really long time.”
Lupin smiled his punchable smile. “‘S like rihding a bishycle… you never forget.” He rolled belly-up invitingly. “I’m the bishycle.”
“You’re a whore, Lupin.”
“Bishycle, whore....”
Jigen shook his head like an agitated bull. “I didn’t even know you were THAT kind of whore.”
“Yeah, well…” Lupin hiccuped. “You’re cute.”
“You…” Jigen swallowed hard, wishing his face could possibly be more hidden. “You're just HORNY.” He blinked down at Lupin, finding it truer than he’d realized. “Jesus, how ARE you that horny?”
Lupin bark-laughed, his face red. “‘M telling you. I wo-on’t be able to sleeeep if I don’t geth off….”
Jigen gave his leg another tug. “So use your hand, genius.”
Lupin clung tighter and whined, “That’sh not as gooood and you know it.”
“Should’ve brought home a broad.” Jigen scraped at Lupin’s hands with his other foot.
“You’re pretty too tho-ough… Prettier than a-ny-one I saw toniiight...”
“Oh, so that’s it?” Jigen rolled his eyes. “Save me for the bottom of your bucket? Not your classiest move, boss.”
Lupin whined, in wordless, drunk frustration. “‘M sorryyyyyy. I-I had to KNOW first, you kno-ow? N’ you’re so…”
Jigen stiffened. “So… what?”
Lupin looked up at him plaintively. “Well… closed up.”
“Closed up….” Jigen puffed through his nose. “I guess… but we can’t all be flashy flamboyant fucks like you.”
Lupin puffed up his chest. “Why no-ot???”
“Terrifying.” Jigen shook his head. “Like the world needs more assholes begging their frigging business partners for sex.”
“He-ey…” Lupin sprawled on his side. “I do-on’t ‘member mentioning SEX-sexsh, buuut…”
Jigen sighed. “You’re really pathetic, you know that?”
Lupin nodded enthusiastically. “Jigen, please? PLEEEASE?? Puh-lEEEEZE. Suuuuck my diiiick, please? Please? Please— Pleaaaaase?”
“Lupin…” Jigen coughed, helpless. “I don’t know where that fucking shit’s been. Why would I wanna—?”
“I shower!” Lupin wailed, still clinging to Jigen’s legs. “Don’t be grossh, Jiii-gen-chaaan! I’m, I’m plenny clean, yannoh? Just pleaaaaasssshhhheee…!”
“Stop begging,” pleaded Jigen. “You’re a fuckin' mess, man.”
“Pleeeassshe,” Lupin cried, his face muffled against Jigen’s shoes. “You’re sho cuuuute, Jigen-cha-an, jus’ wanna, wanna feel your mouf on meee, pleaaaseee....!”
"For fuck's sake, Boss…" Jigen was shaking hard again as he paused, then made himself kneel down. He shuddered hard and sighed. “Look… will it really make you shut up and go to bed? If I…” He coughed.
Lupin nodded hard and grinned, his hands immediately diving for his belt. Jigen stopped them.
“Hey, if we’re going to do this, we’re doing it on my terms,” Jigen murmured sternly, yet unable to keep from shaking. “Keep your hands to your fucking self, and try to keep that mouth shut. Don’t need you coaching me, or comparing me to some broad from last week or whatever, just… shut up.”
“Yessshir!” Lupin barked, then immediately clapped his hand over his mouth sheepishly.
“There ya go,” Jigen snorted.
He couldn’t believe he was going to do this. He hadn’t sucked dick in ages, and here he was, about to tear open the pants of his fucking employer of all people. He’d known Lupin would drag him kicking and screaming into all kinds of crazy situations— he’d sort of signed up for that, but this? This was frankly ridiculous.
Master thief Lupin the Third was lucky… lucky he was goddamn cute.
God. Jigen found himself mercilessly blushing.
Lupin couldn’t have known that some part of him would be kinda into this, could he?
“Ish there a problem?” Lupin squeaked. Now that Jigen was close, the boss was bucking the air helplessly and biting back whimpers; Jigen reached out and pinned down one of his hips, which resulted in a shamelessly lewd whine.
“Jesus, Lupin… CAN you be quiet?”
Lupin bit his lip. “You haven’t started ye-et.”
“...Fair enough.”
Jigen crawled between Lupin’s legs and lowered himself onto his belly not unlike he would to line up a sniper shot, the better to reach the straining length under those slacks. He sighed, shuddered, grit his teeth, and, businesslike, yanked open the belt. He felt moisture under his hand; Lupin’s unbridled passion already leaking through his pants. Jesus. So horny, and… all for him. It didn’t seem real. Did Lupin care, or love, or did he just need a warm mouth to get him off, no matter how pretty?
Jigen undid the button and edged down the zipper, holding his breath as the damn thing eagerly sprung out at him under the boxers. Hesitantly he reached and held it, just feeling what he was working with here. He was holding Lupin’s cock... ! Quite arguably, Lupin’s weakness. It was hard as could be and just big enough, a vibrant, effervescent thing with a profound heat to it, something Jigen hadn’t thought people kept past their teens; he licked his teeth thoughtfully, wondering if it would burn his tongue. It throbbed and twitched helplessly in his hand, and he could feel Lupin squirming and heaving, trying not to speak.
“Jigen…. Jigen, please….” he heard whimpered from ahead, muffled firmly under a hand.
The corner of Jigen's mouth curled, shakily. He’d definitely forgotten how fun this could be. He slid one hand up Lupin’s fluffy belly, feeling him shiver, and gently plucked the edge of the boxers with the other, slowly, slowly, peeling it back until that very wet, very angry, very pink prick sprung out, twinging at the contact with the cool air, washing Jigen with weirdly familiar masculine smells.
Jigen ran his rough fingers down the underside of it, watching the foreskin slide away from its bright, juicy head. “Jesus, how is your dick even working right now?”
“Kisshing you…” came the dutifully muffled reply. “‘S my curse, ‘s alwaysh like thi-is…Oh please just--”
Jigen hesitated as he carefully, gently, pressed on Lupin’s frenulum, making the boss tremble in delight. Lupin had been right; he remembered exactly what to do. Like riding a bicycle.
Jigen puffed gently at the thing, letting his mouth fill up with drool, and just when Lupin started bucking for purchase, he hesitantly, grudgingly slipped his lips down over the head.
Lupin was trying, but he was pretty piss poor at being quiet (and in reality Jigen was finding that that was just fine by him, though wasn’t going to admit it). “Oh god— Jigen! Your mou-th, your mouth—!”
Mouth full, Jigen just growled, hoping Lupin couldn’t see how red his face was. He’d forgotten… Dick tasted salty and creamy and complex, loads better than a fucking cigarette; and cigs didn’t tend to be particularly reactive or complimentary either. He teased the head carefully, getting used to the feel of the hard throbbing thing and the rhythm of Lupin’s desperate movements, tasting that alcohol-infused honey leaking at the tip… and then he moved ahead, swallowing a good half of Lupin the Third.
“Jiii-geeen— Aahhh!!!”
The damn bastard bucked forward, trying to climb down Jigen’s throat. Jigen was surprised at his own instincts for this, deftly moving with Lupin’s hips and sucking him tightly, hindering his progress.
Jigen noticed a hand floating forlornly in the air around his head, and he begrudgingly grabbed it and set it on the side of his hat. Immediately it gave a weak shove.
“Jiiiigen…. No hat. C’mon…”
Jigen shook his head as best he could with his mouth full of pulsing dick.
“Wanna grab your hair… C’moooonnn…”
Jigen pushed the thing out of his mouth with his tongue, making Lupin squeak and buck unhappily. “Look, man, do you want me to do this or not?”
Lupin whined wordlessly, but relented, perching his hand on top of Jigen’s hat and giving a pleading tug.
Jigen shivered. He’d… he’d missed this, being wanted, being needed like this— Fuck! Couldn’t let this shit get to his head; he knew all too well how badly it could burn if you let it in too deep. Jesus, how was he even going to be able to look Lupin in the face tomorrow after this?
Nothing for it. Just get this goddamn drunk disaster off and hope he didn't remember a lick.
He let Lupin pull him back onto that dick, covered it in a new layer of hot saliva, and started bobbing his head dutifully up and down the slick length, trying to distract himself from the way Lupin’s eager grip and happy sounds were making him melt into disgusting warm fuzzies.
“You’re GUUH-OOD,” burbled Lupin. “Sho GOOD, really good aht thish…”
Jigen hummed a gruff response, though he supposed that was high praise. Then again, the man was drunk, and he wouldn’t put it past Lupin to say anything if it got himself off. Maybe that’s just how it went; Jigen had no idea if he’d be any better if he had this magically agitated stick of venereal dynamite in his shorts.
It didn’t take much of this bobbing rhythm before Jigen felt it at last— a certain tremor, a thick throbbing of the thing in his mouth, Lupin beginning to arch and rut more stiffly against him...
“Jiiigen—!” Lupin purred. “Jigeen, m’going to— You’re gonna make me cuh-um!”
Congratulations.
Jigen briefly considered his options, then opened his throat and swallowed as much of the thing as he could muster just as Lupin pulled him down and seized.
Lupin came then, loudly, shamelessly and lewdly, making yowls like a damn alley cat as he roiled and twinged in the grip of Jigen’s throat, arching blissfully with each pulse of hot seed.
Jigen tried to keep up, readily swallowing against Lupin’s movements, but there was roughly twice as much as he’d expected, and eventually he pushed Lupin’s dick out forward onto his tongue to make room in his mouth, taking up the stroking grudgingly with a fist. If this shameless whore’s come got into his fucking beard because of this…
He managed a last sloppy, wet swallow with only a small droplet escaping the corner of his mouth, and slowly drew off, letting Lupin’s spent prick pop free. He sighed, trying to adjust his hat, and licked his lips, giving a shiver at Lupin's sort of overwhelming bittersweet taste.
Lupin had melted, almost entirely limp save for the slowing heaves of breath shuddering through him and the way he rolled his head back and forth happily. He squinted blissfully down at Jigen.
“Yoooouuu….” he burbled with glee. “Sh, SWALLOWED it….!”
Jigen felt so red he tipped his hat down over his face. “So what?!”
“Jigen-chan swallowsh it—! Ahahahaa!!” It wasn’t so much a mocking tone as that of genuine delight, but Jigen went hot all the same.
“I—”Jigen dug his nails threateningly against that sliver of Lupin’s bare stomach. “Didn’t… wanna make a fucking mess, idiot.”
“Mmmmmm…” Lupin’s eyes glistened with happiness and a hint of admiration before he let his head roll back and they closed, giving him the adorable but vaguely predatory appearance of a floppy, contented cat.
Jigen sighed, wiping Lupin’s dick on his boxers and tucking it back into his clothes. “You gonna sleep now?”
Lupin twitched, frowned a little. “I guessssh…”
“Good.”
Jigen sat up, draped Lupin over his shoulder, and with a loud groan lifted him up to drag him to bed.
“Whasshthat?” Lupin mumbled into Jigen’s neck. Jigen craned away awkwardly, wrapping his arms tighter around Lupin’s middle to try to keep his toes from dragging on the floor.
“What’s what?” Jigen growled, trying not to let Lupin’s legs trip him up as he walked him to the bed.
“Thish.”
Jigen almost fell over as Lupin clumsily but with no hesitation squeezed his cock, which was altogether much harder than it should’ve been, probably from giving the goddamn blowjob. Fuck. The squeezing didn’t particularly help.
Jigen grit his teeth. “That’s my frigging gun.”
He felt Lupin’s face pinch skeptically against his shoulder— or would’ve, if Lupin hadn’t boldly continued to grope him. “Don’t fuh-feel like a gun…”
“Look, man,” Jigen shuddered, his legs threatening to give out. “Just don’t fucking touch it.” He took Lupin’s wrist, wrested himself free, and shoved Lupin onto the bed— or tried. The damn bastard’s other arm hooked around him, pulling him down too.
The gun throbbed vibrantly between their bodies, making Jigen curse.
“Oh.” Lupin laughed. “That’sh your cock.”
Jigen sighed. “Just let me up, Boss.”
“You suuure?”
Jigen pushed at him, trying to escape, but Lupin was one wiry son of a bitch.
Lupin eyed him plaintively. “N-oww I feel baaaad. Din’t meeean to get you all, all ho-ot ‘n bothered…”
“I’m fine,” Jigen growled. “Jesus, Lupin, just go to bed.”
“‘M not that kinda guy, yannooh?” Lupin babbled. “Just lea-eave a partner hanging…”
Jigen swallowed hard. “Well, I’m a grownass man, Boss. Don’t worry about me. Probably gonna take a shower anyway.”
Lupin’s mouth fell open in horror, making Jigen cough at the thick liquor smell. “Nooooo! You dessherve better than that, Jigen-chaaan—”
Jigen snorted. “Shows how well you know me.”
“Shtoppit,” Lupin burbled, poking Jigen’s chest insistently. “Ya dooo, yannoh that?”
Jigen took his shoulders and tried to pry himself away. “Look, man, I’m not gonna make a drunk idiot get me off.”
“Hhhhmmmnnnffphh,” Lupin groaned in frustration. “‘M never too drunk ta get someone off!” he blurted proudly. “Could do it in my sleep, ‘er blindfolded, with m’handsh tied behind ma back…with only my, my mouth ‘n toesh!”
“Gross, man.” But it did nothing to assuage Jigen’s hard-on. He cringed. If anything it was growing more enthusiastic, pressed against Lupin’s firm belly, and he knew he’d be giving in to bucking soon if he couldn’t get away. Fuck. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking more that I don’t wanna make you do something you’d regret tomorrow. Or that I’d regret.”
Lupin blinked as if the very idea of that didn’t register at all. “Re-regret… sexh?”
Jigen sighed. “You’re really hopeless, you know that?”
“Can I jusht SEE it?” Lupin begged. He loosened his grip, enough that Jigen immediately took his chance to pull free and sit back on the bed. He found himself breathing heavily, flustered. Shit…
“No way, man,” Jigen managed.
“But it’sh already out,” Lupin pointed out.
Jigen looked down.
Apparently Lupin wasn’t too drunk for his sleight-of-hand-ass bullshit, because it very much was, peeled free of belt, briefs and all and throbbing eagerly in the open air for all the world to see.
Jigen shoved himself backward in shock, scrambling to cover himself. “What the fucking hell, man?!”
Lupin perched on his rear, his feet together, leaning forward after him. “You— you shouldn’ worry…! ‘S really gorgeoush, yanno?”
“What?”
Lupin leaned closer. “You ha-ave a nice dick, d-dummy. Big, too…”
“Yeah, well,” Jigen coughed, squeezing his legs together in hopes that that blocked Lupin’s view. “Not like I was planning on showing you. Jesus, Boss…”
Lupin frowned. “Never?”
“What...what kinda relationship do you think this is?!” Jigen patted at his crotch, so flustered he was having trouble remembering how to belt himself back up.
“We-ell…” Lupin held his feet together and rocked back and forth. “You did just suck my dick…”
Jigen massaged his forehead in disbelief. “So you’re never gonna let me live that one down, are you?” If he even remembered it tomorrow…
Lupin smiled. “Nope. Gonna make you fuh-feel worth it if it killsh me.”
“It might,” grumbled Jigen.
“So are you gonnah shoot me or what?” Lupin spread his arms invitingly.
Jigen was still struggling with his pants, his hands too shaky to make much progress. He sighed. “I’m not gonna waste a bullet on a drunk piece of shit like you, Lupin.”
“That'sh an or-what….” Lupin hummed. He crawled forward softly, sliding his fingers onto Jigen’s knees. “Lemme help wit-that… Pleash?”
Jigen eyed him with a helpless wariness, a cornered animal. “What… what are you going to do—? Ahh!” Lupin’s long, clever fingers slid gently, slowly, up Jigen's thighs, making them tingle and melt and open; if you’d have told Jigen that the boss’s hands were laced with some kind of tranquilizer, he probably would’ve believed it. If anything, though, this was probably worse; just his body being weak and stupid, and Lupin knowing all too well how to exploit that kind of thing from his thousands of fucks.
Jigen winced, unable to resist. His legs had turned to jelly and he was so exposed, so desperate that he gave a buck at the air, unable to help it. “Lupin…” he croaked, helplessly. “Don’t. Don’t fucking…”
“Dohn’t what?” Lupin purred softly, letting his magic fingers pause. It was the worst; Jigen felt himself give a pitiful throb, oozing pre. Jesus.
He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “Look, if you’re going to… don’t— don’t put your damn mouth on me, just…” He swallowed hard. “Just… touch me, okay? Please… please touch me…”
Lupin nodded, and Jigen let out a gasp as he felt a cool, surprisingly soft hand slip silkily around his member and begin to stroke him with an expert relish.
“Oh god…” Jigen hissed. “Fuck you, Lupin, I swear to god...”
“You’re wel-come…” Lupin sang. “You don’t li-ike it?”
“I don’t…” It was hell to focus, being stroked like that. “I don’t like being your fucking plaything, you know?”
“Oh…” Lupin seemed baffled. “You don’t?”
Lupin moved further up alongside Jigen, leaning his head on his chest; it seemed to be a matter of practicality, so Jigen numbly allowed it, eyes narrowing as he gave into that feeling.
“Look,” Jigen croaked. He pulled Lupin’s head hard against him, hoping it’d block his stupid mouth some. “Shut up and just touch me.”
“So forshful,” murmured Lupin, but did as he was told.
That hand was the kind suited to delicate tasks like lockpicking and palming small objects, capable itself of innumerable trickeries; a comparatively blunt task like this was nothing for it, even inebriated, apparently. Each stroke was silky smooth, the grip casual but deceptively calculated; the way he varied his tension and the places he gently pressed his fingertips into left Jigen a gibbering mess.
“Nngh…” Jigen grunted, biting at his own knuckles. “H-how are you good at everything?”
Lupin nuzzled contentedly against his chest. “Neverrr know what might come in handyyy.” He chuckled to himself. “Hah, handy!” He puffed, warm breath clinging to Jigen’s shirt. “Looootta practice bondin’ with my businesssh partners…”
Jigen sighed, trying to angle himself into Lupin’s teasing touch. “I— I didn’t sign up for this crap, you know.”
Lupin looked up at him, one eye shut. “Can stop iffya wan-t.” He gave Jigen a delicious squeeze that made him shiver and buck.
Jigen growled, tugging him jealously closer. That wasn’t going to happen and they both knew it.
“Mmmmmhmmmm…” Lupin hummed, rewarding Jigen by pumping his hand faster, more satisfactorily, edging him towards completion.
Why was this happening? Jigen found himself drowning in primal sensation; not only that which encircled his dick but also this damn fucking dangerous proximity; Lupin was draped over him, warm, close enough that his cologne stung and his barbed temple bit at Jigen’s cheek. Close. Too close to bear, but… Lupin had readily consumed him, was nestling against him and wheedling at the buttons of his shirt with a touch light as air, exposing hot wartorn skin bit by bit; did Lupin think he wouldn’t fucking notice? But why wasn’t Jigen doing a goddamn thing about it?
He couldn’t. He was falling…
He knew all too well the terror and joy of falling, how it felt the same as flying... how badly it hurt when you landed.
And you had to land sometime. That’s just the way things were.
But…
No. Not again. Never again. Especially not with this promiscuous smug-ass buffoon...
Jigen’s mouth fell open in a helpless groan; Lupin was playing riffs on him like a jazz musician, leading him down an intoxicating melody and then adding a touch of dissonance so he couldn’t quite make it there…
“Urrrgh, you’re doing that on purpose,” he hissed.
“What?” Lupin purred innocently, his lips too close to Jigen’s neck; Jigen ignored it— he had to.
“You know exactly what,” Jigen grumbled.
"Can't help it," Lupin hiccuped. "The soundsh you maaake, n'the look on your face…" He touched Jigen in a way that made him twist and gasp. "I'm fallin' in lo-ove, yanno?"
Jigen took Lupin's wrist in his hand, trying to force it to stroke him harder, but Lupin just went more lax. “Bull…” he grunted. “Bullshit.”
Lupin pulled himself back a little to look at Jigen with a frankly comical attempt at solemnity. “‘M a liar, but ahh don’t…” he swallowed, trying to rearrange the words in his inebriated mouth. “I don’ lie ‘bout that. Not about lo, loveee.”
Jigen pulled Lupin back against his chest, giving an aggressive buck that somehow met with too much of Lupin’s nails. “Shit…” he hissed. “You expect me to believe that, you drunk bastard?”
“Don’t haaave to…” Lupin murmured, squeezing him sincerely once more. “But it’s tr-truuuue. Ev-ery tiiime.”
Jigen shook his head, bit his lip. “Some of us can— can only love the one at a time, you know, Boss.”
“N’ I feel sho so-ohrry for you…” Lupin mumbled, the fingers of his other hand sneaking into one of the holes he’d opened in Jigen’s shirt and exploring the hairs, or maybe the scars, on his chest. “Soundsh awfully lo-onely…”
“Yeah, well…” Jigen furrowed his brow, still in utter disbelief of his predicament. “That’s just the way it is.” He shuddered. “What are you even doing? You gonna get me off, or what?”
Lupin wheezed mildly sheepish laughter. “All riiight, all right…” He let Jigen guide him into resuming the pumping of his hand in earnest.
Like that, Jigen ascended quickly. He didn’t even need to buck; it was like Lupin could read his mind, applying pressure where he needed it, when he needed it…
“That’s it, Boss…” Jigen groaned. “You’ve got me, you’ve got me— uuugh, just…”
Lupin began moving the lower parts of Jigen’s shirt away from the skin, preparing space on his belly. He gave it a questioning poke, and Jigen nodded hard.
“I’m… I’m gonna,” Jigen managed, shuddering. “It’s gonna…”
He groaned loudly, too loudly, as Lupin shifted a fingertip to a certain spot and he went off like a trigger, his seeds bubbling up in rich, heavy pulses that shuddered through his whole body, dribbling down Lupin’s hand and pooling over his own belly.
“Shiiiit, Lupin,” Jigen hissed, panting thickly. “Jesus…”
Lupin stroked him through, then held him, and just when the sensation was getting to be too much, he withdrew, licking softly at his hand in a satisfied sort of way.
Jigen eyed him helplessly, still heaving with full-body shudders. “You… You don’t have to do that…”
Lupin peeled away, giving him a better view as he chased a rivulet of seed up from his wrist with the tip of his tongue. He smacked dramatically. “You’re sho tashty, Jigen-chaaan.”
Jigen shoved him. “Don’t be gross.”
Lupin’s eyes twinkled. “Don’t wanna make a messh.”
Jigen slapped away his hand, which was wobbling down to scoop up more of his cooling come, and dabbed it all away with his handkerchief.
“Jiii-gen! You’re no fuu-un,” Lupin pouted, burying his face into Jigen’s neck.
“I’d better be fun, for all the bullshit you’ve gotten away with tonight,” Jigen grumbled, stuffing the damp cloth back into his pocket and putting himself back into his pants.
Lupin laughed sheepishly.
“Look. Thanks, I guess...” Jigen sighed, trying to unwrap himself from Lupin’s arms. “Please, for the love of god, go to sleep now, Boss. I’m friggin' begging you, here.”
“Okayyyy….” Lupin hugged him tighter, pressing his goddamn lips into Jigen’s neck again. “Hee-ey,” Lupin whispered. “Sllleeeep wiff me, thouuugh….”
Jigen cleared his throat. “Hard pass.”
“B-buuu-t!” Lupin whined, between clumsy, scratchy, needy kisses. “It’sh… sho... cooollld.”
“I can get you another blanket,” Jigen muttered, squirming helplessly. “You can even take my jacket if you want, just…”
“Itsh noth the saaaame!” Lupin burbled, tugging Jigen’s beard insistently. “I wanna… I wan…. Jigeennn… !” He wrapped his legs around Jigen’s middle, too.
“You’re being too damn loud,” Jigen hissed, taking the opportunity to slip his fingers into the backs of Lupin’s shoes and pop them off, one at a time. A part of him really wished one of them would just blow up— he knew they were full of fuckery like that— and end him now, but he wasn’t so damn lucky.
He leaned to place them carefully onto the floor, and Lupin took his chance, throwing everything off balance and rolling on top of him, pinning him to the bed.
Jigen resisted a violent urge to clock him immediately. “Lupin…” he growled with grudging patience through grit teeth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, now?”
Lupin straddled him triumphantly, pinning Jigen’s arms with his own, leaning unsteadily over him with a gleaming smile… which faltered…
“Lupin…!”
Jigen, sensing disaster, grabbed the boss by the back of the neck and forced him to lean over the side of the bed— none too soon, as Lupin promptly hurled his guts out onto the floor.
Jigen let his hand slip down Lupin’s shuddering back and then held it firmly, feeling each and every vicious throe wrack the boss relentlessly until it was finally over, leaving him shaking, limp and whimpering.
“...Jesus, Boss,” Jigen managed softly, giving his back a few rubs and a pat for good measure. “Fuck....You okay?”
Lupin looked up pitifully, wiping his eyes and mouth sloppily on his wrist. “Tha-atth…” he murmured, with a sort of comical devastation. “Wash no-oot seexy.”
“Yeah, well,” Jigen grunted, heaving Lupin’s limpness away enough for himself to sit over the side of the bed and assess the damage. Fuck. “Serves you right. Newsflash to you about pretty much… all night, man.”
Lupin’s brow furrowed, and he shook his head weakly. “You’reh meaaaan,” he whined, pointing accusatorily (or trying). “Whyyyy’re you sho meaaaan, huh?”
“That’s me,” Jigen sighed. “Mean old no-fun Daisuke Jigen. Now lay down.”
Lupin clearly didn’t want to, but was so limp and shaky he was practically there already; all Jigen had to do was flop him the right way onto the bed and fold some covers over him and he was stuck, moaning unhappily.
For good measure, Jigen slid off his jacket and laid it over Lupin as he lit up a cigarette and examined the floor, looking for dry spots to put his feet. The mess was… impressive, to say the least, but he managed to step over it and head to the bathroom for some towels.
“Jiiigen,” Lupin called helplessly, like a small child, as Jigen left the room.
“I’m right here,” Jigen sighed.
He brought out an armload of stuff, and first set to work on the moat around the side of the bed, kicking out a couple towels over it, then rolling up his sleeves and kneeling to scrub the rest up, cursing bitterly. It wasn’t pretty, but Lupin had managed to miss most of the bed and his shoes, so it could’ve been a lot worse. It could’ve been Jigen’s face instead.
He shuddered, glad he’d finally found the chance for some hot smoke in his lungs.
He took the dirty towels to the laundry, washed his hands, and ran some hot water over a washcloth, squeezing it damp.
“Hey,” he mumbled softly, returning to perch on the edge of the bed. He sucked his tongue, snuffing his cigarette into the overstuffed ashtray. “You asleep yet, Boss?”
Lupin peered at him grudgingly from underneath Jigen's jacket. “Of coursh noo-ot.”
“Just my luck. Here.”
He took the washcloth and dabbed it at Lupin’s hands, then pulled back the
covers and wiped the boss’s face, too, dragging roughly at his lips.
“Mmmmppffff,” Lupin complained softly, but tipped his head to let Jigen reach the other side of his mouth.
Jigen sighed, setting aside the cloth and lighting up another cigarette. He pushed another pillow under Lupin’s head, propping him up some, and passed him a cup of water, which he readily took and drank.
“Not too fast,” Jigen advised, watching him warily. Something about seeing the boss like this made him feel every one of his years like the shrapnel in his chest. “Man…” he shook his head in disbelief. “What am I gonna do with you?”
Lupin snorted into his cup. “Hop, ho-opefully some of everything.”
Jigen made a face. “Everything, huh?”
Lupin nodded weakly, but still managed that glint in his eye. He squeezed his lips together, swallowed, and passed back the cup part-full.
Jigen set it on the nightstand, then took a long draw off the cig, shaking his head slowly.
Lupin tugged his arm. “He-eyy. Gimme one?”
Jigen licked his teeth. “You ain’t buzzed enough?”
“For the, the tashte, Dad,” Lupin muttered. “Mouf tashtes like… like, uh…”
“I get it.” Jigen slipped his fingers around the half-crushed box in his pocket.
Lupin frowned, tugging his arm again. “Maybeeeeuhh, not a whole one. I dunno…” He swallowed uncertainly. “Jus’ need a puff ‘er two…”
Jigen sighed. “You’re saying you want a puff off of mine,” he spelled out, bluntly.
Lupin nodded bleakly. “Pleash?”
Jigen rolled the cig in his fingertips thoughtfully, then grudgingly passed it over.
“Thaaanksh.” Lupin hungrily took his drag, then dissolved immediately into harsh gag-coughs.
“Jesus, Boss.” Jigen held out his hand for the cigarette, but Lupin held onto it insistently. “You sure your stomach is settled enough, man? Because...”
Lupin made a face, sucking his tongue. “‘M fine...” With an air of rebellion, he stuck the cig in the corner of his mouth and puffed again, this time only grudgingly clearing his throat. “Mmmmmm, tha’s good…” he sighed, melting back against the pillows.
He offered the cigarette back, but Jigen waved it away. “Keep it.” Jigen bent to untie his own shoes and kick them off, shaking his head as he looked himself over. His belt was still undone, and half the buttons of his shirt were too, leaving parts of his chest and belly exposed. So fucking… stupid. Well, he was probably going to shower anyway.
“What did you think you were doing, huh?” Jigen murmured, letting his shoulders stretch out.
“Hmmm?” Lupin sipped pensively at the smoke. He seemed calmer, probably just weak due to losing half his guts, but Jigen was still glad of it, especially now.
“Climbing on top of me like that,” Jigen managed. “The fuck did you think…?”
Lupin licked his lips and regarded Jigen thoughtfully. “The, uh, fuck you f-fink I f-ink? Er, thought?” He blinked. “Waiit...”
Jigen shook his head helplessly.
“Iiiiii get it,” Lupin chuckled, stubbing out the cigarette. “You, you’d rather be the onnne on to-op, huh?”
Jigen tipped his hat down because he immediately went red. “The hell? No! Er, I mean…!”
“No ini, initiahh...tif,” Lupin burbled clumsily. “Gonna make me, uh, wait for-ever, huh?”
“I... don’t want to fuck you!” Jigen blurted. “Get that through your thick skull! I just… Urgh!” He shook himself. Yelling at a drunk guy, huh?
Lupin seemed unfazed. He smiled softly, taking the water again and tipping back a swallow. “Sho cold,” he hissed, smacking his lips. “You gotta, a cu-ute fella like meee willin’ ‘n beggin’ you ‘n all, ‘n you really won’t bite anymooore ‘n that, huuuh…?”
“Don’t really care what you think about it,” Jigen muttered. “Just not that kind of guy. Not anymore.”
Lupin snorted a little, which Jigen took to be a judgement on the prior events of the evening. He sighed, hiding hard under his hat. “Look, man…” He couldn’t explain it, either. He’d just… fallen.
“What kinda guy are youuu the-en, huh?” Lupin snuggled into the pillow, leaning back casually. He seemed relaxed, but all too bright-eyed and awake, in a way that was almost disconcerting.
Jigen shook his head helplessly. “Slower,” he managed grudgingly. “Steadier. It, uh, takes me a while, man. I’m just…”
“You don’t trusht me,” Lupin said, bluntly. “Or anyone, really, huh?” He chewed his lip thoughtfully. “Guess III can’t either… But I gotta try, you kno-ow?” He took a long swallow. “Gotta hope… for th’ best…”
Jigen grunted acknowledgement, lighting up again. “How’s that working out for you, Boss?”
Lupin pushed out his lip with a tinge of defiance. “‘S better than, you knooow… Th’ loneliness.”
Jigen exhaled, watching the smoke pool in the air. “Is it?”
Lupin nodded as he swallowed the last of the water, then nursed the cup between his palms. “Guess I jus’ want someone warmin’ up my bed, someone I can cou, coun’ on ‘sides myself...” He cocked his head up at Jigen. “I’ve got a go-ood imagination, yannoh? I can pretend ’s all real… Isn’t that real enough?”
Jigen shook his head. “I’m no good at pretending.”
Lupin puffed with gentle amusement. “You’re better than you think.” His fingers tapped thoughtfully against the side of the cup, then stopped. “Jigen... We could, uh, pretend together, yannoh?”
Jigen kept shaking his head, helplessly.
“III know you like it better ‘n that loner stuff you think you’re sho good aaat, or ya wouldn’t bodyguard,” Lupin observed, tapping Jigen’s back with the back of his hand. “You’re squishy somewhere in there. Gotta have someone dependin’ on you, someone to protect… someone ta sleep near...”
“...That’s not how the job works, Boss,” Jigen muttered grudgingly, sucking at the cigarette. “You can’t get too connected. It’s dangerous.”
Lupin made a face like he’d tasted something sour. “No connection, huh? I couldn’t doooitt.” He shook his head resolutely. “Can’t even sleep when I’m alone, not even washted like thish…God, I’d rather do anythin’ in the world… than be alone…”
He fell silent for a while, his hand leaning against Jigen’s back. Jigen shuddered, not knowing what to say. He… wasn’t good at this, but he guessed it didn’t matter. Lupin probably wasn’t in any state to take anything all that personally, anyway. Jigen smoked down the cigarette in awkward silence, staring at his toes.
At length, he felt Lupin’s hand move from his back, felt movement, and heard the creak of the window next to the bed opening. Jigen made a face, another premonition running through him, and turned.
Lupin was clumsily perching himself on their fourth-floor windowsill, silhouetted in the city lights.
Jigen gagged out a cry and immediately pounced, wrapping his arms around Lupin’s middle to keep him from, what? Jumping, or at least, falling…?
One of Lupin’s hands rose up shakily to feel at Jigen’s wrists.
“The hell…” Jigen spat. “The hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Gotta piss,” said Lupin matter-of-factly, and indeed his other hand was unzipping his pants.
Jigen’s mouth moved but he was speechless for a moment, his arms stuck in place. Lupin didn’t seem to mind; he held Jigen to him with his one arm as he went about his business.
“We—!” Jigen managed after a minute, in a baffled, useless huff. “We have… a bathroom, you goddamn idiot!”
“Too far,” burbled Lupin.
Jigen peered helplessly down onto the empty street. Figures. This was the same guy who tore the toilet paper between the lines just because he could— just try and make him do anything the way you were supposed to do it.
Lupin zipped up his pants, then embraced Jigen’s arms with his other arm too, humming happily as he swayed gently in the cool city air, securely weighted into the room.
Thanks to my dumb ass, thought Jigen.
“You do care,” Lupin noted, slyly.
Jigen sighed. “Shut up.” He rolled back with an exaggerated groan, pulling Lupin back onto the bed on top of him, reaching awkwardly with his foot to pull the window shut.
It was unclear how to progress next. Lupin seemed all too content to lie there over him, clinging to his arms, their legs propped variously around the window, his warm weight pinning Jigen to the bed.
At length, Jigen rolled, depositing Lupin beside him, or trying. Lupin clung to him still, gently but significantly, softly stroking his arms.
Jigen heaved a ragged sigh. “You gonna let me go, Boss?”
Lupin hummed softly. “Do IIII... have to?”
“I’ll be right here,” Jigen murmured. “It’s… part of the job, you know.”
Lupin made a face and shook his head. “For, forget about the joooob for a little while.”
Jigen opened his mouth to point out how inherently dangerous that would be, but he knew Lupin wasn’t to be reasoned with, and he faltered.
Lupin eyed him with the charming yet predatory interest of a cat. His lips parted too, but he paused, watching for a cue.
Jigen sighed, turning his head a little to let the boss peck him clumsily on the corner of the mouth. He tipped his hat down lower over his eyes. “You can’t keep doing stuff like that, man,” he mumbled, shifting more onto his back. Lupin hesitantly released his arms, but Jigen didn’t immediately drag them away, just settled into his looser shoulders.
“Or whaaat…?” Lupin asked, rolling onto his side to face Jigen more directly.
Jigen shut his eyes for a long moment, then opened them. “I don’t know. I… I don’t want to find out.”
“‘M not thaa-at scary, am I?” Lupin chided, reaching to slide his hand around the back of Jigen’s neck. It felt cool underneath his hair, kneading gently at his stiff muscles, making Jigen wince.
Jigen swallowed. “Boss, you… you’re kinda terrifying.”
Lupin gave him a certain needy look, eyes gleaming with mischief and his lip bitten hungrily, and Jigen found himself helplessly relenting— he didn’t know why. Maybe he was tired, thought he had no choice; maybe some part of him wanted to.
All he knew was he had plenty of warning this time, and he wasn’t going to let Lupin make the first move again.
Lupin tugged yearningly at the back of his head, but Jigen kissed him first, firmly, stiffly and competently; Lupin puffed with amusement and bit back eagerly, still clumsy and sour, first meeting Jigen’s lips, then slipping away to nibble adoringly down his chin and along his jaw. Jigen tipped his head to let him wander, narrowing his eyes as he felt his last few buttons being picked loose, leaving his shirt open for Lupin’s other magic hand to slip along his chest, tugging gently at the hairs there.
Jigen groaned at the feeling of those fingers, then liberated one of his own hands to guide Lupin’s mouth back to his so that he could nip again at it, enthusiastic but halting, trying to remember how to breathe, how to move… It’d been so long that he found himself utterly starving… and Lupin, clumsy as he was, was all too willing to indulge him, following his lead, then leaning in and devouring him back with tender zeal.
Jigen was still figuring out what to do with his hands, one still wrapped against Lupin’s body and the other firmly splayed along Lupin’s cheek and jaw; Lupin knew all too well what he was doing, as if this was his natural environment— his magic-laced fingers invigorated everything they touched, massaging through Jigen’s hair and along the back of his neck, clinging jealously; sliding along Jigen’s skin, stroking his contours, his ribs, occasionally playing gently at a nipple, cool and soft and making him rhythmically shudder and twist.
Lupin’s mouth slipped free again; they gasped together raggedly, breathing each others’ breaths. Jigen nosed needily after as Lupin escaped, this time to plant damp kisses eagerly along Jigen’s neck, collarbone, chest— Jigen’s hand chased his and they intertwined in a sort of wrestling game, the bed creaking as Lupin’s body slipped over, Jigen under.
“Lupin…” Jigen choked pointlessly, feeling Lupin’s body in waves against his. “Lupin, I… this…”
“Nnn,” Lupin rubbed his scruffy head against Jigen’s chest in bliss, legs squeezing against him, hips giving hungry nudges. “Don’t wo-orry, okay? Don’t— god…” He climbed up again, his breath and facial hair tickling as he kiss-whispered next to Jigen’s ear. “I-III wanna...” he managed softly. “I wa-anna jus’... slip inside you, ‘n… ‘n fill you wif looove, ‘til it shows on your face. I do...” He nuzzled Jigen’s cheek. “‘Cuz maaaaan, you, you need it...”
“You’re killin’ me, Boss,” Jigen groaned, sliding his fingers through Lupin’s hair. “Killin’ me, here…”
“You’re already sort of dead, right?” Lupin pointed out huskily, his fingers sliding up Jigen’s chin. “Buu-ut don’ worry, huh? I can help with thaaaat....”
Jigen shuddered. “Tell me what you really think, huh, Boss? You’re too much, man.”
“‘M noooot,” Lupin burbled, his lips leaving little wet spots against Jigen’s cheek. “‘M nooot, ‘m nooot…!”
“Shut up,” Jigen groaned, and wrestled Lupin to the side so he could take his turn on top of the boss, pinning their embraced hands up roughly, and guiding Lupin’s mouth to his with his free one.
Lupin took his predicament with delight, chuckling as he leaned up to kiss Jigen back.
Hips not weighted down, Jigen found himself helpless to stop the rhythmic bucking of his body; it didn’t help that Lupin was in sync, as if they were riding the same waves of breath and sensation and lust...
His more confident kisses lapsed a moment as his body ground against something warm and stiff, and he realized that Lupin was hard again…
And so was he.
He gave an exasperated growl; Lupin noticed him noticing and gave a little bark of laughter.
“...Hey,” Lupin breathed, a twinkle in his eye.
“...No,” Jigen growled, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
Lupin stroked the back of Jigen’s neck pleadingly. “III have stu-uff...We’d do it right,” he breathed, as alluring as he could manage with a still-slurring mouth. “Any way yooou want to-! III coul’ do it, or y-ou coul’ do it, ‘f you waaant, just…I dun’t care, I jus’ wanna...”
Jigen pressed his forehead to Lupin’s, but shook his head definitively.
“Jigeeen,” Lupin begged. “Jigen… III waaaant-”
“I know,” huffed Jigen. “Not tonight, man.”
“When??”
Jigen shook his head again. “...Not tonight.”
Lupin whined helplessly, clinging to him hard. “...All riii-iiight.” He swallowed bitterly, rubbing his eye clumsily against his shoulder. “Just… Just don’ lemme go,” he croaked. “Don’t lemme go, Jigen, please, I…”
Jigen sighed. “I’ve got you.”
Lupin bit his lip. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
Jigen felt Lupin melt a bit underneath him in relief.
Jigen shuddered, nosing along Lupin’s face and burying his head in the boss’ scented neck, his free hand wandering down Lupin’s body as they continued to buck and writhe together. Jigen stroked hesitantly, uncertainly over the shirt, feeling lean muscle, prominent hips and ribs— he wondered again if Lupin were even really all the way human. Jigen was not terribly big himself, but Lupin? Lupin was small, yet tenacious, delicate, but wiry, constructed with the miraculous lightness and proficiency of a bird.
Jigen’s fingers suddenly felt the warmth of skin, and he faltered, tipping his head to look, unseating his hat even more to the point where it was almost falling off; Lupin had somehow, quiet as night and smoothly as silk, slipped out of half of his jacket and shirt in another of his confounding tricks. The escape artist’s hand took Jigen’s softly by the wrist and guided it pleadingly back to Lupin’s body, then loosened, allowing Jigen free reign.
Jigen swallowed hard, his breath shaking. Lupin’s contours were so smooth and hot to the touch, it was breathtaking, mouthwatering…
Lupin writhed, arching against Jigen’s hand as it slid hesitantly up and down, trembling as if it were unworthy. “Jiiigennn,” Lupin purred. “Tha-at feels so goood…. that feelsh soooo good, Jiiigen-chaaan…” He looked up at Jigen with heavily lidded eyes. “Do whatever you wan’ with me, okay? Please… Whatever you wa-aant…!”
Jigen was shaking so hard he couldn’t speak as he reverently slid his hand back up Lupin’s chest again, then paused, swallowed hard. He began a new journey, his rough fingers tracing a trail of thin soft hair as he went, slowly, downward; between Lupin’s pectorals, along his sternum, over his firm, pitching belly, pausing to trace his flat navel… Jigen breathed a ragged breath, then continued downward, where the thicket of hair grew wider and denser…
Lupin let out a happy whine as Jigen slipped into his pants and lifted out his hot, stiff cock; it twinged vibrantly in Jigen’s grip, and Lupin rocked eagerly into it, getting his slick arousal everywhere.
“What…” burbled Lupin, bucking helplessly, his eyes wide with enthusiasm. “What are you gonna do wif me, huh?”
Jigen was still shaking, but the corner of his mouth curled. Still holding Lupin as best as he could, Jigen began to fiddle at his own pants clumsily with his thumb; Lupin immediately dove in to help, unzipping him and giving him pleading caresses, sliding him free of his clothes with ease.
Jigen choked a bit as Lupin stroked him, hand cool against his enflamed flesh. “So goood…” the boss crooned in admiration. “So biiiiig, Jigen-chan…”
“‘M not,” Jigen muttered, his face red. “Just…” He shifted, brought his hips closer.
There was a collective jolt, like electricity running through them, as Jigen lightly touched their cocks together. Lupin whimpered happily and Jigen groaned; it felt so hot and hard and throbbing and wet; skin on hot skin with nothing, nothing in-between… Between Lupin’s enthusiastic attempts at bucking and Jigen’s steadier ones, it took a bit to find a rhythm; for a long moment they slipped and slid against each other, teasing and missing and drooling, both craving those moments of long, steady contact. There were definitely gorgeous differences, in size and shape and color, but they were both after the exact same thing; that profound, irresistible feeling…
Jealously Jigen wrapped his hand around the both of them and squeezed them together, and they both cried out at the hot, overwhelming sensation. Jigen found himself panting like a dog, his mouth lolling open; he could feel Lupin’s heat and twinges and heartbeat sliding against him, feel his own echoing back such that he wasn’t sure where he ended and Lupin began. Lupin moaned, louder and louder, the reverberation of his body filling Jigen’s with vibrations so wonderful Jigen didn’t want them to stop.
Jigen cleared his throat and began to stroke them together, all at once, which was met with more blissful sounds from the two of them. Lupin’s hand met Jigen’s eagerly, clasping hungrily at his wrist, squeezing in rhythm, as if to guide Jigen as he worked.
“Ji-geen,” Lupin pealed, squirming so that his cock slid against Jigen’s, devouring its heat, its sensation. “Jigen, Jiiiigennn…”
Jigen shuddered. It’d been so long he’d almost forgotten, what it was like to hear your name over and over in someone’s mouth like that. Lupin’s voice was so gorgeously loud and lewd, it made Jigen’s ears burn like it was forbidden. It made him almost jealous; he was only capable of deep grunts and groans, nothing like Lupin’s sexual song… But maybe it didn’t matter.
Lupin was happy, and… so was he.
Jigen leaned in, squeezing their cocks between their bellies, and kissed hungrily at Lupin’s shoulder and neck; this time he had no intention of silencing that mouth, those sounds that buzzed dizzily between their bodies. Lupin squirmed happily, bucking and oozing, painting Jigen’s underside with his copious pre.
“Mmmmmn,” Lupin purred. “Yoouuu, you’re gonna come, aren’t you?”
Me?!
Jigen swallowed, feeling now his own profound throbbing reverberating off of Lupin. He squeezed them and gasped bitterly, clinging, trying to last…
Lupin’s hand wrapped tightly around his own. “Hey. No,” Lupin panted. “Go on, Daisuke.”
Jigen choked. It was as if Lupin had called his orgasm on by name— the bastard had no right—!
He was coming, and hard, oozing over Lupin’s cock and absolutely flooding Lupin’s belly with his hot seed.
“Mmmmyeah, Jigen,” Lupin purred. “Sho goood, ssoooo goooood, I-I…”
It was on Jigen’s hand, on his belly too, everywhere....
“Lupin,” he gagged out. “Lupin, are you going to—?” He already knew— he could feel it too, that profound throbbing against his own...
Lupin nodded hard. “I-I… it’s alllll over, Jigen,” he moaned. “I can’t, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna…!”
Jigen hissed, ears ringing as Lupin howled, feeling the hot eruption spurting against his belly, where it immediately mixed with his own seed in a way that made him blush hard. His aching cock twinged helplessly, intrigued but spent.
Jigen’s muscles all gave out and he melted over the top of Lupin, the two of them panting heavily against each other.
Jesus Christ. What a big goddamn mess.
Lupin held Jigen weakly as they laid there, limp. Jigen felt hot, sweaty. Lupin did, too— Jigen couldn’t see how he wouldn’t, still half in his jacket. In between them were their tired, twinging cocks and a thick, sticky puddle of fresh mixed jizz that oozed as they breathed.
Lupin shook a bit, with a happy, wavering chuckle. Jigen joined him, though he barely had the strength in his body. The situation had gotten so absurd, and for one long blissful moment, he was able not to care and just savor it, savor the feeling of being loved by this dumb bastard Lupin, and maybe love a little bit himself.
It couldn’t last.
As soon as he caught his breath, a profound feeling of dirtiness set in, and Jigen started moving to try to pull away.
“No…” Lupin whined, trying to hold him close.
Jigen sighed deeply. “Do you want to be, uh, glued together all night?”
“Sure,” murmured Lupin, but his grip loosened.
Careful not to make the mess any larger, Jigen moved to grab the damp washcloth from earlier, and moved it between them.
“Cooold,” Lupin murmured crossly.
“Sorry,” grunted Jigen.
He delicately set to work mopping away the seed, first on his belly, then Lupin’s, and then on their sore, tired cocks until every bit was clean. He carefully slipped Lupin back into his boxers, then put himself away, not bothering to zip up his pants.
By the time he was done, he found himself wavering with fatigue, and so he laid the cloth aside and settled in beside Lupin, who snuggled at him weakly but jealously.
“Don’t worry,” Jigen murmured, trying to keep his eyes from drifting shut. “‘M not going anywhere.”
Lupin squeezed him, but his breath was slowing and his eyes were shut, the corner of his lip curled in bliss.
The damn bastard had taken long enough, but he was finally off to sleep.
Jigen sighed, twitched a bit to get comfortable, and slid his hat down over his face, breathing the familiar smell of sweat and lingering smoke.
Jigen supposed both of them had got what they’d wanted.