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It had started pretty innocently, well as innocently as making out can.
Ash at some point straddles Eiji where he's sitting on the bed and being a slow, savouring grind in his lap. Eiji gasps into his mouth and Ash can't help but smirk, he's so easy to rile up.
He pushes their bodies flush, running his hands up under that ugly jumper, grazing his fingertips up his stomach and relishing the little twitch of muscle. Twisting his fingers into Eiji's hair, he kisses deeper into his mouth, nipping at his lips and swallowing his soft moans. Between the kissing and the onslaught of touches, Eiji can scarcely keep up, his head spinning from the grinding alone.
"Mm- slow down." He gasps out, fingers scrambling for purchase on Ash's chest.
Ash pulls back, taking Eiji's hands in his and placing them on the narrow of his waist; he knows what people like about him. Immediately, Eiji latches on, hands gripping tightly as he tries to ground himself. Ash smirks down at him before leaning forwards slowly. He brushes his lips up the column of his neck before cooing into Eiji's ear.
"We don't have to go slow, big boy. I can feel how badly you want me." Ash moans, his voice pitching. "I won't break, you can go as hard as you want."
He makes a show of grinding down onto Eiji again, circling his hips with a practiced ease. In no time at all, his mouth is back on Eiji's, working his tongue in with a sweet little whimper that tends to get people going.
"Ash sl-"
He picks up the pace with his hips, fingers once again playing at the hem of the jumper, just starting to ease it upwards. Hands come to his shoulders, squeezing them lightly.
"Ash-"
Peppering kisses along Eiji's jaw, Ash latches on, sucking little marks down his neck, nipping at the skin as he goes - rolling his hips faster still all the while.
"Stop!" Eiji insists, giving Ash a hard shove to the shoulders and inadvertently sending him right off his lap and tumbling to the floor.
Ash looks at him in disbelief. "The fuck is your problem?!"
Already, Eiji has hopped to his feet and offers his hand out to him.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to push you that hard." Eiji says, a little flustered. "I just couldn't keep going like that: not with you being like that."
Ash stares at him for a second, seemingly reading him for something. His expression quickly hardens, his jaw clenching as he tightens his hands into fists. Pointedly ignoring the outstretched hand in front of his face, Ash stands himself up, brushing off his clothes with a huff.
"Of course you couldn't." He spits.
"Sorry? And what's that supposed to mean?" Eiji asks, brow furrowed.
"Of course you didn't want to go any further!" Ash laughs. "Used goods, right? Why would you lower yourself to being one of many."
Eiji's eyes widen. "When did I say that! No! You just weren't acting right."
"It's called sex, Eiji." Ash snarks, dryly.
"Not that!" Eiji throws his arms out, exasperated. "You weren't listening to me, you were treating me as if- like I was-"
"Like you were what?" He demands, folding his arms and pinning Eiji with that stare. "A client?"
"Yes!" Eiji shouts, exasperated. Immediately, he slaps a hand to his mouth, regret flooding every fibre of his body. "No- I'm sorry. That came out wro-"
"Well there we are then." Ash laughs, sardonic. "Used goods. God forbid the precious little Japanese boy sullies himself by touching a prostitute."
"No! That's not it! You just switched, I didn't like it!"
"Switched? The fuck are you trying to say? I've always been like this. Always been bad, even if you want to do your best impression of a saint and pretend you don't see it."
"That's not what I mean!" Eiji snaps. "I mean you started going through the motions, just doing whatever you could to get me off the fastest."
"Oh don't act like you're so against it." Ash spits, stalking forwards until he's backed Eiji against the bedframe. He runs his hands up Eiji's thighs. "I bet you've wondered just how good I really am."
His fingertips graze across his trousers till they reach his belt.
"Wondered if I was really worth the money."
He leans close till their lips are nearly touching.
"I know you." Ash breathes. "I've seen how you look at me."
"Stop." Eiji grits.
Ash continues to work at the buckle, slowly pulling the leather through the loops.
"It's crossed your mind though, hasn't it? Fucking me. I mean you can't tell me you haven't dreamt of this."
"You're being unfair." Eiji's hands ball into fists at his side.
"Come on, baby, you want me, right? You don't have to pretend." He starts coaxing the belt off before his hands are slapped away.
"Ash!"
Rearing back, Ash stares at Eiji, hurt flashing in his eyes for just a second. Ash sniffs and turns his head to the side.
"I don't get you. You say you want me but then act like you're so above it." Ash's gaze lowers and his arms come to wrap around himself. "It's okay, you know? You can just let me do what I'm good at."
"You're not listening." Eiji cries. He takes a breath and calms himself. "This whole time, you've been so certain of what I want from you, what I think of you but you haven't actually listened to what I'm saying."
Ash's jaw clenches but he doesn't say anything which, in Eiji's books, is as good as permission to speak. He smiles softly, sitting on the bed. Although he pats the spot next to him, Ash continues to stand so Eiji shrugs and carries on nonetheless.
"I like you." He hums, words deliberate and thoughtful. "I like being with you, spending time with you."
Ash rolls his eyes with a huff but Eiji continues, regardless.
"And I don't think you're bad, I think you're the furthest thing from it. I think you're so blindingly good that there's nothing you could do that would change my mind on that."
Ash open his mouth, ready to call bullshit, but is silenced by Eiji raising his hand. Listen, he silently reminds him.
"I like figuring things out with you, how you like to be kissed or how you like you hair played with and I can't do that when you switch everything off in favour of being the 'perfect lay' or something like that."
"I don't get it. Do you want to fuck me or not?" Ash asks, unable to hold himself back.
Eiji flushes but continues nonetheless. "Yes? I want to have sex with you but I want you to get as much from it as I do. For you to do what feels good and enjoy being with me. I don't want it to be so... Transactional. This is going to sound ridiculously embarrassing but I can't think of a better way to say it; I want to make love with you."
Ash stares at him in silence and Eiji squirms under the scrutiny. And then Ash snorts, flopping himself onto the bed beside Eiji, stifling his laughter as best he can.
"Supremely embarrassing, I can't believe you actually said those words out loud." He chuckles.
"Hey!" Eiji squawks, lightly smacking him on the arm and puffing his cheeks out in embarrassment.
Ash's laughter slowly trickles out and he peers up at Eiji between the stands of hair that have fanned across his face.
"I'm gonna fuck this up, you know." He mutters.
"It's just something we'll have to work on." Eiji reassures softly, gently brushing Ash's hair across his forehead.
"No but really," He insists. "I can't understand why you would want this from me, instead of just taking everything you can get from me."
Eiji smiles tenderly. "Maybe that's something I can show you."
"Yeah," Ash smiles, eyes closing under Eiji's gentle ministrations. "Maybe."