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"Why don't you lay back for me, darling," Kojiro's voice, low and soothing, takes Kaoru by surprise; he rests his head on the pillow beneath him as Kojiro looms over him. With the subtle ill-intent to tease Kojiro, he places his arms above his head, arching his back as if to stretch, slowly. While his hands rest entangled in his long hair with the task of adorning the plain white pillow, he tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, shooting Joe a half-lidded glare, a light smirk creeping on his lips. Kojiro is sweating now; he's kneeling on top of Kaoru, spreading his boyfriend's legs with an intruding knee, and staring anxiously at his lover splayed on the bed under him. His arms hold his weight as he settles closer to Kaoru. It's not often that Kaoru lets himself be vulnerable like this. While not exactly routine, Kaoru was more likely to pin Kojiro to the bed first. Joe, on the other hand, would lay perfectly still in order to appease his boyfriend. That is to say, when he wasn't restrained to the bed,
arching and pulling against the bindings around his slender wrists and thighs, holding him open as Kaoru took him ruthlessly in his mouth. It was all a game to him; a game that Kaoru always won. Kojiro leans forward and runs his hands gently under Kaoru's shirt, tracing his stomach and moving upward to his chest, pushing the shirt up to expose his boyfriend's slender torso. At first, Kaoru shudders as his hands meet his skin, cold, tensing up at the touch. Still, it doesn't take long for him to submit, taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, and relaxing onto the bed, savoring Kojiro's soft praises. With gentle unexpected touches, Kojiro finds himself entranced by each one of Kaoru's reactions; the way he sucks in his stomach as soon as his fingers glide on top of him as if avoiding the ticklish touch; how his breathing changes unknowingly; eyes closed, lips parted slightly as he puffs air out, avoiding to reach down and eliminate the itching of the incomplete grazes that were causing him to twitch slightly.
"Would it be alright if I took this off?" Kojiro's voice, a borderline whisper, interrupts his lover's heavy breathing, pulling on the shirt his boyfriend was wearing: one of Joe's old tank tops. Kaoru prided himself on not owning such casual clothing. At the same time, he was known to steal Kojiro's clothes when he was at home late at night.
"Took you long enough," he reiterates smugly while Kojiro lifts the old tank above Kaoru's head and dispenses it off the edge of the bed, smiling. Kaoru, now resting on his elbows, puts his hand on the crook of Joe's neck, leading him down slowly; Kojiro easily complies. The room is dimly lit, but Kaoru's eyes still manage to pierce his boyfriend's fleeting defenses. Kojiro adjusts himself and dives onto Kaoru's soft chest. While Kaoru normally takes a more straightforward approach, rough, careless, and needy, Kojiro relies on soft touches and praises to get his way. They have different ways of loving. Joe leaves a trail of kisses against Kaoru's stomach, chest, and collarbones, lips grazing softly at the skin, with the occasional slide of the tongue, preparing to gently pinch the skin between his teeth. His boyfriend, already hard against his satin red underwear, ruts against whatever part of Kojiro is at reach, searching for relief, clawing at Joe's back in an attempt to hold him closer. Kojiro, nearing Kaoru's right nipple, reaches down to pin his lover's desperate hip to the bed. The annoyed groan that escapes Kaoru's lips turns into a deep moan as Kojiro takes Kaoru's nipple in between his teeth. A soft chuckle emanates from the green-haired man as Kaoru's cheeks flush, looking down at Joe working on his chest. As soon as Kojiro's tongue slips tauntingly over his nipple, leaving soft marks of saliva, Kaoru's right-hand moves down quickly and settles two fingers discretely on top of his lips. Kojiro, concentrated, takes a second to notice his lover's furrowed brow and suppressed moans. He reaches upward to drag Kaoru's hand off his lips and grabs a gentle hold of his jaw. "Don't hold anything in, love. Let me hear you," Kojiro pleads to his boyfriend, while this one averts his eyes in embarrassment, both suddenly breaking character. "You don't get to hear anything when you laugh at me, you shitty gorilla." Kaoru turns bright red. With no hesitation, Kojiro's hand cups his cheek gently, leaning forward to kiss Kaoru with the utmost care, pressing their foreheads together after he lets go. "Well, that's a shame… I've always loved hearing what you have to say," his words are cut off Kaoru, who thrusts his head back, letting a single, low, sinful moan escape his lips; as he distracted Kaoru with his words, his other hand finds his way to his lover's cock, still entrapped in the fabric of his satin underpants. He gently massages his balls, employing enough light touches to keep Kaoru wanting more, but nothing steady enough to allow Kaoru to relieve himself. His hand finally slips inside.
Unlike Joe, Kaoru is very vocal in bed. Meanwhile, Kaoru has had to force his lover to open his mouth; sometimes quite literally. It's one of Kaoru's main annoyances. Kojiro takes his hand out only to link an intruding finger on the elastic, signaling to Kaoru if he could take them off. With a subtle but stern nod, Kojiro drags the wasted underpants off as Kaoru lifts his hips off the bed in aid. Messy strands of pink hair cover his eyes, which Kojiro removes as he slides his thumb gently across his lover's sweaty forehead, soon leaving a gentle kiss on his right temple. Although uncharacteristically of Kaoru, there was no demand that Kojiro also remove his pants. That meant that tonight Kaoru had relinquished all control to Joe. He was in his care. With that in mind, Kojiro couldn't stop himself from getting nervous. He settles himself on the edge of the bed, face near Kaoru's erect cock. Almost as instinct, Kaoru opens his legs in a frog-like position, talons pressed together to allow Kojiro full access. Instead of going over his legs, Kojiro lifts them and ducks under them, wrapping his legs around his muscular back and taking ahold of Kaoru's throbbing length fully in his hand. He strokes painfully slow as Kaoru's cries fill the room. His thumb brushes over the leaking head as Kaoru watches. Faster, but only a little, so teasing doesn't turn into torture. He places the hand on the soft of Kaoru's inner thigh and takes him all in his mouth. Once again, Kaoru arches his back in pleasure, thrusting into Kojiro's mouth as much against his dismay; Kojiro wasn't a fan of giving blowjobs, but a raw throat was a fair trade for the sounds Kaoru was making. His hands wear entangled in Kojiro's green hair. He stopped bobbing his head as soon as it became too much, and took to keeping his mouth slack for Kaoru's desperate thrusts and sucking at specific areas… the perineum always seemed to be Kaoru's sweet spot. As soon as Kaoru started clenching, Kojiro left one last kiss on the inside of his thigh and got up. He couldn't let Kaoru get off on his mouth. Meanwhile, the pink-haired man stared at him, through gasps and soft moans, and gave Kojiro a soft smirk. One that gave him the confidence he needed for what was about to happen next.
"It's been a while": a thought that refused to leave Kojiro's head. As soon as the teasing was over, he started feeling nervous; he could feel his heart was pounding inside his chest; although, he had to admit to himself that it was for all the wrong reasons. At first, it was playful, but now the atmosphere clouding the room had transformed. Tense. This unwelcomed feeling wasn’t one unexpected. In fact, it was one he dealt with at the beginning of his relationship with Kaoru: one that made him feel like he owed Kaoru something. Although Kaoru has always had certain judgmental tendencies, Kojiro was sure he never meant harm by it. Still, he couldn't help doubt and fantasize about what Kaoru actually thought of him. There's no doubt he's blowing the situation out of proportion. He must be. But it was too late. His skin felt translucent. What if he wasn't good enough for Kaoru? He wasn’t his first choice. He's never been his first choice. That's something that Kojiro hasn't been able to let go of. Inadequate. Mediocre.
Kaoru's eyes are still piercing gold amid the shadow that filled the room despite the change in his lover's expression. The lamp in the corner was turned on, spreading what it could of the room with a gentle, soft yellow. A yellow light that would reflect against Kaoru's skin, bare and golden. Kojiro remained on his knees as if he had forgotten what to do next. He forced his rising panic down and decided he needed to press on. Kojiro stood up from the bed, threw off his trousers off into the half-full basket in the corner of the room, and walked over to the drawer where they kept the lube. With glossy eyes blurring his vision, he opened it. To analyze where the panic came from would take him more than the 20 seconds he had to grab what he needed and return to the bed; to make it go away, would take even longer. Standing farther from the bed Kaoru was laying on, he feels like he's just observing the scene, and not a part of it. After a pause that was way too long for Kaoru, he raises his previously relaxed and tilted head to meet Kojiro's heavy expression.
"Are you gonna fuck me? Or do I have to do everything myself?" Kaoru raises a taunting eyebrow at Kojiro, who stares motionless from the side of the bed, holding the bottle in between his hands. What's even worse than the uncertainty of his worries before, was believing that it was proof that he was right.
"Kojiro?"