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“Should I buy a dating app?” Kaoru asks without looking up from his phone.
Sia la Luce is dimly lit, sparklingly clean, and completely empty. Kaoru is perched at the bar, Kojiro at the small stove just behind it, sautéing vegetables for his attempt at a pasta-based doria. They’re halfway through a bottle of red.
“I’m not your business manager,” Kojiro replies. He leans over the counter to look at Kaoru’s phone, expecting some breaking news about the owner of Tinder becoming a billionaire. What he gets is a picture of an erect penis in excruciating, 4K-HD, “I-need-my-urologist-to-diagnose-me-over-zoom” detail.
“What the fuck?”
Kaoru sighs dramatically. “The message is worse.” Flat and over-enunciated, he reads aloud: “‘How many messages do I need to send before you let me break that tight ass open?’”
Kojiro turns and gives the veggies a stir to hide the shiver that races over him when he hears Kaoru say that, even mockingly. There’s a reason Kojiro tends to drive any conversation about sex with Kaoru off a cliff. It’s way easier for Kojiro to listen to Kaoru say “disgusting” than “dick” without getting a boner.
“So you gonna fuck him?” Kojiro asks. When Kaoru makes a disgusted sound behind him, he laughs. “What? Are you going to tell me you’re on grindr to make a real connection?”
Kauro huffs and sucks his teeth, but he tops off his glass without a denial. “I’m just sick of the assumption that I bottom.”
“Well…” The veggies are not soft enough for Kojiro to start on the sauce, but he checks if he has all the ingredients out anyway. Stock, spices, mustard…all he’s missing is the common sense not to tease Kaoru about this.
“Well what?” Kaoru snaps. “I don’t have to be a roided up gorilla like you to fuck.”
Kojiro knocks back the rest of his glass and turns around to grab the bottle off the counter, because he might as well have an excuse for this next bit. “You only get this touchy when you know you’re wrong.”
Kaoru grabs the bottle just below Kojiro’s hand, forcing him to look into Kaoru’s eyes as he says, “Maybe I’m touchy because I haven’t gotten laid in two years and assholes like this mean that isn’t changing any time soon.”
Kojiro can’t move or look away, that version of gay chicken you lose if the other person realizes you’re playing. “Hey, if you’re that desperate, I can fuck you myself.”
Kaoru shoves the bottle away, into Kojiro’s hand. “Aren’t you listening? I’m sick of bottoming. I’m sick of it being assumed that I will just because I’m not out here butching it up.”
Kojiro gestures at the phone. “Tell him that.”
Kaoru raises one eyebrow in that “I know a lot of things you don’t” look that sometimes pisses Kojiro off and sometimes makes him want Kaoru to get on his knees and show Kojiro everything he doesn’t know.
Kaoru fires off two messages rapid-fire, before droping the phone face down on the counter. “Must be nice, fucking women.”
“Yeah, sex slaps.” Kojiro drains his glass and goes looking for another bottle. “You want something pink? No one gives a fuck about rosé anymore and this shit has to get drunk.”
“Sounds more like we have to get drunk, and the rosé is cheapest,” Kaoru says, rolling his wrist in a “bring it here” motion.
They haven’t even finished the first bottle. There’s a word for that, Kojiro thinks as he puts the new one on the counter. Clusterfuck, maybe?
Kaoru dutifully sniffs the cork when Kojiro holds it out after opening the bottle, even though they’re going to crush this shit like the vending-machine sake they used to gag and shudder their way through. “What I meant was, it must be nice to go home with someone and know you’re always going to be the dominant partner.”
“Kaoru,” Kojiro says, just barely intoxicated enough to get this out, “Have you considered that some of this is your fault? I just mean,” he adds before Kojiro can break the bottle, stab Kojiro, and waste all this wine, “Why not say you’re going to break him open first?”
Kaoru’s phone makes a sound like someone stuck a playing card in an electric fan. He hands Kojiro the phone.
Cherrybomb: Only if I can break you open first.
Spurryhaze: Nah i don’t play that way
Kojiro tosses the phone down on the table. “Okay, so that guy sucks, but I think I’m on to something here. You want to be dominate, be dominate. You want to fuck you’ve gotta-got to walk in the room like, “What’s up? I came to fuck.”” Oh, he was not slurring this early in the evening, even if it was taking remarkable effort to avoid it.
"I’m not interested in roleplaying as you.”
“Stop making this about me. You’ve got good dick, right? You gotta make the other guy believe that. Unless…” Kojiro intentionally takes a sip of his wine and rolls it around on his tongue until Kaoru’s eye twitches and he’s forced to speak.
“Unless?”
“Unless you don’t have good dick. You know you can’t deliver.”
Kaoru sits back in his chair, eyes narrow, swirling the wine in his glass in a way the reminds Kojiro of a cat twitching its tail. “I have good dick.”
“Sure you do, bud.”
“Every man on grindr, no, every gay man in this city is missing out on my dick. That’s how good it is.”
“Uh-huh.” Kojiro hopes he’s blacked out already. Otherwise this conversation is going to be jack off material for the rest of the year.
Impossibly swift in Kojiro’s blurry vision, Kaoru slams down his wine glass and fists Kojiro’s collar, dragging him close over the counter. “I can prove it.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Heat spills out of Kojiro’s words.
Kaoru hesitates. He lets go of Kojiro’s shirt and sits back in his chair. “No. You’re drunk. I’m drunk.”
“We are maybe tipsy.”
Kaoru waves his hand between the two of them. “Between us we are at least one drunk person. We can’t have sex like this.”
“You’re right,” Kojiro says, because it’s at least as true as the fact that they shouldn’t be having sex at all. He turns back to his veggies, which are mercifully not burnt, and adds the stock.
“We can do it tomorrow.”
Kojiro freezes, eyes locked on the bubbling stock in front of him. “Seriously?”
“If I can’t prove to you that I’m good in bed, you’re free to give me some pointers.”
Kojiro picks up his spatula and automatically starts scraping scrum off the bottom of the pan. “I mean, it isn’t anything we haven’t done before.” Liar. Kojiro might have gotten his taste for danger blowjobs from sucking Kaoru off in an alley after almost getting caught by the cops, but he and Kaoru haven’t been dumb horny teenagers for a long time, and even back then they never fucked.
“Exactly,” Kaoru lies. Kojiro doesn’t know why he’s keeping up the ruse. Maybe he really is that crazy horny. “I’ll see you at my house at ten tomorrow. Be prepared.”
Kojiro finally feels steady enough to turn around again. “Why ten?”
“I know you have to be back here in the evening.”
“You really think this is going to take that long?”
Kaoru slowly, gently, with devastating precision, smiles at Kojiro.
They don’t say almost anything else after Kaoru calls a cab. Kojiro waits outside with him, the air cool, the lighting just haphazard artificial shine from the few storefronts that are still lit. Kojiro rests his hand on Kaoru without a second thought when one of them sways. He carries the outline of Kaoru’s shoulder in the center of his palm for the rest of the night.
Kojiro squints at the front of Kaoru’s building, trying to remember where the damn buzzer is under all this “sleek” and “modern” chrome. He’s downed two cups of coffee and a decent amount of shower water, but his mouth is dry and there is a headache lurking in the corner of his eye.
He gives up and texts Kaoru to let him in. A few minutes later he’s at Kaoru’s door, witnessing Kaoru’s similarly pinched expression.
“What do you think?” Kojiro asks, “Maybe some hair of the dog that bit ya?”
They both shudder.
“I can see why rosé is on its way out,” Kaoru says as he leads Kojiro through his apartment. They go into his bedroom, the one room that Kojiro is unfamiliar with. He’s at Kaoru’s place plenty, but he’s never been invited in here. There’s nothing shocking about the room itself, of course. It’s the same dark wood and pops of neon as the rest of the place. The mattress is on a bedframe that looks like a raised wooden slab. Kaoru presses a button by the head of the bed and the curtains begin to slide shut.
“Leave them open,” Kojiro says, “I like being able to see what I’m doing.” He’s going to need it after Kaoru does his meager best to top. Then Kojiro’s going to flip him over and rail him into his next life. He decided, somewhere between Kaoru leaving last night and falling into bed himself, that if they are actually going to make a decision this dumb, if Kaoru has finally given him an excuse to touch him as much as he wants, he’s going to enjoy it. In fact, he’s going to go crazy on it.
“Fine.” Another tap and the curtains are well and fully open, sunshine pouring onto the bed. They’re both going to wind up sweaty, and Kojiro honestly starts bricking up a little at the thought. He loves sweat, loves the way sex smells.
Kojiro steps up so he and Kaoru are face to face, maybe an inch apart, standing by the side of the bed. “Now what?” he grins.
“What do you like?”
Kojiro blinks. He expected an attempt to throw him down on the bed, not a nice, civilized question.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you like in bed?”
Kojiro smooths out his surprise into a slick smile. “I’m just here for a good time, Kaoru. And you know I like it rough.” That might be the wrong word. Kojiro does like that motorcycle on a cliff’s edge feeling, and he’ll take it anywhere he can get it, from roleplay, to fucking in the park, to diving into dangerous water with his best friend.
“Great.” Kaoru pulls his hair back and slips the tie from his robe. It falls off his shoulders and cascades to the floor, pooling at his feet. “Now take your clothes off.”
Well, it’s rude to make Kaoru the only naked person in the room. Kojiro he only wore his jacket and shorts anyway. It takes him almost as little time as Kaoru to get naked, and then Kaoru is pushing him until the back of his knees hit the bedframe. Kojiro sits, and when Kaoru presses on his chest and says, “Lie down” he does as he's told.
But when Kaoru settles between Kojiro’s legs he can’t stop from propping himself up on an elbow and saying, “Is this really the most ‘dominant’ thing you could be doing?”
Kaoru levels him with a single glare over the top of his glasses. “Kojiro. Are you actually trying to argue your way out of a blow job?”
Which pisses Kojiro off enough that he crosses his arms, lays back, and stares at the ceiling, prepared to not enjoy this blow job one bit. No sir, Kaoru’s jaw will start to hurt long before Kojiro gives a fuck about whatever he’s doing down there.
At first, he succeeds. Okay, here’s Kaoru laving his way up Kojiro’s shaft. Now he’s rolling his tongue around the tip and gently sucking on it. Bo-ring. Kaoru’s hands smooth over Kojiro’s thighs, gently squeeze his balls in rhythm with his sucking and, okay, maybe that’s kind of nice, but it’s nice in a soft, dreamy way. Like an early morning when neither of you has anywhere to be.
Kojiro absently reaches down to cup the back of Kaoru’s head, but then Kaoru pulls away completely. Kojiro sits up enough to see Kaoru reach for something on his bedside table. More accurately, he reaches under something that looks like a fancy book light, and, with a soft noise, it squirts something into Kaoru’s hand.
“What the fuck is that?”
“Please tell me you know what lube is.”
“Of course, I mean that little space-trek thing you got it out of.”
“It keeps it warm.”
Kojiro collapses with a laugh. “A warming lube dispenser. Fuckin…I would say money has changed you, but really it’s just letting you be as anal as you always-oh.”
Kaoru has gotten back to work on Kojiro’s dick and is tracing Kojiro’s hole with one warm, lube-covered finger.
Kojiro shifts uneasily, not sure if he wants to move forward or back.
“Have you ever done this before?” Kaoru asks.
“With toys, a few times.” Kojiro leaves it vague. Maybe he’s been getting pegged up and down this city. Kaoru doesn’t have to know.
Kaoru presses inside, forcing a shaky exhale out of Kojiro. Maybe he’s cum dozens of times picturing Kaoru doing exactly this while doing his best to get his own fingers at the right angle. Kaoru doesn’t have to know.
What Kaoru clearly does know is that he’s good at this. He works Kojiro up slowly, worshipping his cock from tip to base, stroking Kojiro so slowly it makes his balls ache. Eventually Kaoru’s pumping two fingers in and out of Kojiro’s slick hole, just barely teasing his prostate with every thrust. They both realize at the same time that Kojiro has spread his legs wider, straining forward, seeking friction.
Kaoru comes off Kojiro’s dick with a pop and completely withdraws his fingers. Kojiro refuses to whine at the loss, but that just means he’s lying flat, panting, and staring at Kaoru like he can will Kaoru to give him an orgasm with his mind.
“Are you ready?” Kaoru asks as he rises off the floor. He pushes Kojiro farther onto the bed s and lift his hips so his thighs are resting on Kaoru’s. Kaoru leans forward, the line of his erection pressed between Kojiro’s legs. Kaoru leans over Kojiro, and when his hair falls forward he lifts it off his neck and pushes it to the side, letting it fall over his shoulder. Kaoru is flushed from the crest of his cheeks to the line of his collarbone, where sweat glazes his skin. The sunlight shines behind him, making him glow so brightly it knocks a strange, breathless sound out of Kojiro.
Kaoru stops, surprised. “What was that?”
“Uh…are you sure about this position?”
“Not comfortable?” Kaoru leans over and grabs a pillow. Kojiro obediently lifts his hips so Kaoru can settle it beneath him and, while not the actual problem, he is more comfortable like this.
Kaoru’s gaze slides down Kojiro’s body. He trails his fingers over Kojiro’s abs and murmurs, “These are nice,” as if he’s never seen them before.
Kojiro’s stomach clenches, heat pulsing through him. Oh god. For a second it feels like he could cum from that alone.
Kaoru lines the tip of his dick up with Kojiro’s hole. “Ready?”
“Trust me, Kaoru,” Kojiro says in a voice that he hopes sounds less deranged than he feels, “I can handle whatever you dish out.”
Except, maybe, if Kaoru chooses to slowly press inside of Kojiro, forcing him to focus on every single inch of Kaoru’s dick as he settles inside. Kaoru smiles, but he can’t quite manage to look smug when his cheeks are burning and his breathing is unsteady. Strands of his hair are falling on Kojiro’s face, and Kojiro means to flick them away, annoyed, but instead he winds them around his fingers, pulling Kaoru in.
There is a moment of hesitation, their lips pressed firmly together, but then someone opens their mouth, and their tongues are sliding against each other. They movie slowly, in the gentle, even pace you adopt when you want to keep at something for hours. Kaoru rocks his hips, moving just enough to stimulate Kojiro. Every time Kojiro starts to drown in this kiss a spark of pleasure rolls up his spine and the thought that Kaoru is inside him melts his brain all over again.
Kaoru draws back, and Kojiro follows him for a second, until he realizes what he’s doing and lays back, though he can’t resist the urge to lick Kaoru’s taste off his lips.
“What—“ Kojiro starts, then gasps when Kaoru flicks one of his nipples. “Hey!”
“I just remembered,” Kaoru says, flipping his hair back over his shoulder, “You told me you wanted it rough.”
Fuck. Just the words send Kojiro spinning, makes his dick pulse, but what is he supposed to say? “Actually honey, I want to do it like we’re in a music video for a lovesick ballad tonight?”
Twenty seconds later Kojiro is on his knees, Kaoru arched over him and pounding into his hole like he wants to break it. Kojiro would swear Kaoru had Carla calculate this angle for him. Something about the way Kojiro’s back is arched makes Kaoru’s dick feel impossibly thick, and he has no trouble striking Kojiro’s prostrate with every thrust.
Kaoru reaches around Kojiro’s back to touch his pecs, squeezing and manhandling them, grip firm enough that Kojiro can’t ignore the sensations shooting over his body, but not quite harsh enough to hurt. Maybe it does hurt, but it’s all the same aching blur to Kojiro. He can just barely hearing Kaoru panting over the harsh animal sounds being punched out of him.
Kaoru presses his chest to Kojiro’s back, still pistoning his hips, and whispers right in Kojiro’s ear, “You’re doing very well,” Before he grips Kojiro’s nipples and gives them a savage twist.
Kojiro sobs through his orgasm, dimly aware that he’s striping the pillow beneath him with cum. Kaoru keeps thrusting as Kojiro writhes, mind blank, dick pulsing to the tempo of his pounding heart. At some point he regains enough sense to curse, and reaches back to stroke himself off, but Kaoru knocks his hand away, taking hold of Kojiro’s cock himself and wringing out the last of Kojiro’s orgasm.
Kaoru’s thrusts have slowed, but he is still rocking his hips against Kojiro’s ass, cursing so softly Kojiro can barely make it out.
A melodic chime, and then an unnaturally even women’s voice echoes through the bedroom: “Kaoru, this is your five minute warning for the EquiTech Virtual Meeting.”
“Oh,” Kaoru says, before unceremoniously pulling out of Kojiro and climbing off the bed.
Kojiro falls onto his side so he can see Kaoru crossing the room to his dresser. “What the fuck?”
“I have a quick meeting to attend,” Kaoru says. He’s trying to gracefully slip on his underwear, but his still hard cock is giving him trouble.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Equitech is a foreign company. This was the only time that worked for everyone.” Kaoru picks up his discarded robe and wraps it back around him, carefully adjusting the collar. With his glasses on and his hair pulled back he looks respectable enough to fool a foreign businessman from the shoulders up.
Kojiro flops around on the bed, pouting.
Kaoru ignores him. “This will take thirty minutes, tops,” he says, before going into the other room and shutting the door.
Kojiro huffs, arms tight over his chest, until he hears the fuzzy sound of other voices in the living room. He gets up and makes his way to the door on wobbling legs. He listens for a few minutes, but the bastard’s speaking English, which isn’t similar enough to Japanese or Italian for Kojiro to have a clue what he’s saying. He considers walking into the living room and hanging yang all over Kaoru’s meeting, but that’s a shitty way to repay Kaoru for sending so many foreign business men to Sia la Luce and fucking his brains out.
Instead Kojiro dumps the soiled pillow on the floor, curls back up on the bed, and slips into a doze.
He doesn’t hear Kaoru end the call or open the bedroom door. He doesn’t see Kaoru study his sleeping form, face pink, expression tender.
It isn’t until Kaoru shucks his clothes and joins Kojiro on the bed that Kojiro startles out of sleep. “Hey fucker,” he slurs with every evidence of affection.
“Move,” Kaoru says, before settling down with his head on the same pillow Kojiro is using. Kojiro’s breathing is still steady, his eyes heavy lidded as he reaches down and wraps his hand around Kaoru’s thickening dick.
All the tension in Kaoru’s body melts away. A sigh slips out of him as he closes his eyes. Kojiro kisses Kaoru cheek, nibbles his ear, then tilts his chin with his other hand so they can kiss while he continues stroking Kaoru off. He feels like this might not be fancy enough for Kaoru after the way he just rearranged Kojiro’s guts, but Kaoru doesn’t complain. He writhes against Kojiro, thrusting up into his hand, Kojiro catching his little gasps as they kissing.
Kaoru comes with a sound between a sigh and a grunt, back arching off the bed. Kojiro keeps working Kaoru’s cock until his fingers on Kojiro’s wrist stay his hand.
Kaoru cleans his stomach and Kojiro’s hand with a tissue from his bedside table, then flops back onto the bed.
The light pouring in the window has grown stronger. The room is warm with sunshine, the air is heavy with the musk of sex.
A sly smile crosses Kaoru’s lips. “A-hem.”
“What do you want now? My soul?”
The smile stretches into a grin. “Kojiro, tell me. Would you say there is someone is this city who every gay man is Tokyo is missing out on. Someone with good dick, perhaps? Someone in this very room, perhaps?”
“Someone I could push straight off this bed, perhaps?”
“You gorilla,” Kaoru replies, pressing closer to Kojiro as if that would keep him from flying off the mattress if Kojiro felt like it.
He doesn’t feel like it. Kaoru can’t know what he really feels. Still, Kojiro does what he set out to do and get a little crazy. He lets himself fall back asleep with Kaoru wrapped in his arms.