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Kim was just coming out of the shower when Kenta got back from his run. Despite having lived in Thailand for a while now, Kim still couldn’t get used to the heat and would take short cold showers throughout the day to help keep sane. He’d thrown on a loose pair of shorts and a random shirt, and instantly regretted that decision when he saw Kenta.
He had expected that after Kenta had been freed from Tony’s influence that maybe Kenta would learn to relax, especially given the rigorous workout routine Tony had Kenta on. The issue was that Kenta actually liked working out, even enjoyed trying out new activities, now that he had the freedom to explore. He’d taken up running recently, something solitary that he said gave him time to sort out his thoughts after long days. While Kim was all for Kenta exploring new things, he had made his boyfriend promise to always take his phone with the location on. Just to be safe.
He’d thought the tight black shirts Kenta had worn were bad, but the compression shirts he wore to run, hundred times worse. The one he was currently wearing with the hexagon pattern that was stretched across Kenta’s chest, mind melting.
Kenta frowned as Kim continued to stand there, “What?”
“Ummm.”
Kenta looked down, even patting his chest looking for whatever he thought Kim was staring at. Not seeing anything he gave Kim a more confused look. Kenta’s skin was shiny with sweat, the tips of his hair were curling around the edge. A flush of exertion coloured his cheeks and Kim could feel his blood rushing south, allowing him to make the eloquent sentence, “Uhhh.”
Kenta rolled his eyes, “Seriously?” Clearly realizing what Kim was actually looking at he crossed his arms in a protective manner, “It’s just my chest.”
That got Kim -somewhat- back online, “Yes, and it looks amazing. You should know better than to flaunt them in front of me.”
Kenta raised a brow, “I should know better than to flaunt them?” He scoffed, “Whatever.”
Shoving past Kim to try and flee to the bedroom, Kim wasn’t having any of it, despite every trick Kim had tried Kenta was still incredibly self-conscious about his body. Not originally, not when it had still been a weapon for Tony to use but after the healing process had started. He’d gone from willing to bang in the back seat of Kim’s car, to not even wanting to take his clothes off even when it was dark in the room. Kim loved Kenta’s body, but apparently he was kind of alone in that regard.
Coming in behind Kenta, he shoved Kenta onto the bed with little regard for…well all of it. Kenta bounced and before he could protest Kim was straddling his hips. This was a familiar song and dance for them, their relationship had begun with violence and they were both hot headed with too much energy, physicality was a staple of them.
Kenta tried to push Kim off but he was at a disadvantage, their bed was squishy and unmade, trapping Kenta between it and Kim. It was familiar the way they grappled, the heat behind it warm instead of the sharpness from before. Kim got an arm across Kenta’s chest, shoving his boyfriend down hard.
They were both gasping for breath, flushed as they stared at each other.
Kenta looked away first, “I don’t know why you're so obsessed with them?”
Kim was in the very real head space that if Kenta ever modelled there would tons of people equally obsessed with his chest but Kim would never tell him that. Half because Kenta would scoff and half because he didn’t want to give Kenta any ideas.
“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He shrugged, it was a part of Kenta, it made him look hot, and Kim was deeply attracted to Kenta. Ergo, he liked Kenta’s chest.
“You’re weird.”
Again Kim shrugged. He could probably wax beautiful (and horny) poems about Kenta’s chest. Both pecs were full, strong muscles under a healthy amount of fat that Kim was able to squish when he could get his hands on them. Laying his head on them when they cuddled was comfier than any pillow. When Kenta wore tight shirts (or nothing at all) they almost jiggled, making it very hard for Kim to focus on whatever task he was doing.
“I bet I could make you cum just from playing with them.”
Kenta’s eyes went wide, “What?”
That had definitely been an inside thought, but now that it was out there, Kim was not taking it back. It was easy to picture, Kim was already a confident guy and this would be easy. Plus it would be hot. Kenta squirming underneath him, his chest gleaming from Kim’s mouth, flushed and bothered until he was forced to let go.
Kim could already feel himself getting hard just from the thought.
“I-” Kenta looked away and Kim's stomach swooped.
If Kenta didn't want to do something he made it very apparent right away. Learning that he had agency and choice in what happened to him had changed his world. If he didn't like something Kim did, he told him straight up. It was great for Kim who only wanted the best for Kenta.
Kenta glancing away with his cheeks dusted a pretty pink was not him saying no.
Kim leaned forward, nosing at Kenta's neck, “Would you like that? Like me to show your chest the appreciation it deserves?” he began to mouth along Kenta's jaw, Kenta squirming underneath him, “you know I'd make you feel good.”
Kim loved that he was allowed to be the one to bring Kenta pleasure. That Kenta felt safe enough to let his walls down and just feel.
Kenta squirmed but still didn't say no, Kim dragged his hands down to the hem of Kenta's shirt teasing it up enough to get his fingers on Kenta's skin.
“Kim.” Kenta shoved at him with no strength and Kim cocked a brow.
“Tell me no and I'll stop.” Kenta still liked explicit instructions, just now he would always be given a choice. If he was uncomfortable with Kim continuing, Kim would back off, but sometimes it wasn't that Kenta wanted it to stop, he just didn't know how to say yes.
Kenta gave him another half shove, his cheeks darkening in colour. Well if that's the game they were going to play.
Kim slid across Kenta's thighs, reaching for the ties that hung from their headboard. Thank God it was usually only Alan who came over to their place, and he never ventured into their bedroom. Kim liked this too much to have North or Babe ruin it with their teasing.
“Tell me no,” he said, tugging Kenta's wrists up. Kenta stared at him, his chest heaving as if they had done far more than a light make out. Kim gave Kenta a moment to back out, but when he kept his wrists in the position to be tied up, Kim knew he was all in.
Kenta was always better at tying Kim up, but Kim knew his knots would hold. He let Kenta tug at them, testing that they would be okay, Kenta would tell him if they were too tight. As Kenta preoccupied himself with that, Kim let his fingers return to the sliver of skin that had been revealed. Muscles jumped underneath as Kim bunched the shirt up, desperate for Kenta in ways he had grown used to.
“Kim.” His name came out of Kenta's mouth with a needy noise.
“I've got you,” he pushed the shirt higher and then stopped. Kenta took a look at the shirt and quickly shook his head. With practised movements he shoved Kenta's shirt over his head, the fabric now awkwardly wrapped around his arms.
He waited another second, just one to allow Kenta to back down, and then focused solely on his prize.
Kenta's chest was fantastic, with each breath Kenta took it expanded drawing all of Kim's attention. The room wasn't cold by any measure, but Kenta's nipples hardened once exposed to the air. Or maybe exposed to Kim's attention.
Dragging his hands up until he got two handfuls of Kenta's pecs, he squeezed them. Warm flesh gave under his fingers, he couldn't stop as he kneaded, the warmth radiating through him. Kenta's head fell back as he worked, more of a massage at that moment than anything else.
He lost himself to playing until the desire to taste became near consuming. Leaning down he got his lips wrapped around Kenta's nipples and sucked.
“Shit!” Kenta jerked, pressing further into Kim's mouth, his arms straining against the restraint.
He was goddamn delicious. Using his hands to squish the two mounds together, Kim liked a stripe right down the middle. Kenta squirmed, forcing the animalistic side of his brain to bite down hard enough to have Kenta flinching away with a moan.
Kim lost himself to his senses, Kenta rarely let him indulge like this and he was going to take advantage. Moans turned to music as Kim sucked marks into skin, nails leaving beautiful long lines. Kenta's skin became slick with spit, shining in the daylight coming from the window.
While Kim figured he probably could get Kenta off like this, he could also feel Kenta's arousal from where his legs had pinned Kenta's hips.
He detached from Kenta's nipples with a wet pop, “How are you holding up?”
“Kim.” Kenta's eyes were wide and unfocused, his voice raspy, and sweat drops had formed on his brow. He looked wrecked and Kim would have taken a picture if he didn't think Kenta would kill him.
Kim shifted, deliberately putting more weight onto Kenta's groin, making him let out a high pitched noise. Siding low enough that he could get a thigh between Kenta's legs, he couldn't stop the smirk as he felt how hard Kenta was, it was like a rod.
“Do you want to come?”
Kenta's hips jerked, seeking for any friction. Kim knew he had said he could get Kenta off from playing with his chest, but honestly Kim wasn't sure if he had the patience for it. When Kenta lost himself to pleasure it was like a punch to his gut. His boyfriend rarely let himself come apart like this, and to see it happen because of Kim's actions.
Well Kim wasn't sure how long he had, and he wanted to get Kenta off first.
He dropped one hand down to Kenta's hips, tugging at him until Kenta started to grind against Kim’s leg. Kenta's thighs were undoubtedly better than his, but clearly that wasn't a problem for Kenta, who seeked out his pleasure like a starved man. Kim could get off just from this, Kenta using him as nothing more than a toy.
He didn't stop his ministrations, and as he took another bite, Kenta jerked, letting out a filthy moan. His hips stuttered, muscles pulling tight before relaxing all at once, and Kim would feel the dampness spreading with glee. Bracing himself on his forearms, Kim took in Kenta’s wrecked face.
“Damn,” he didn't even try to hide the smirk, Kenta’s chest was littered with marks
“Kim,” Kenta pleaded, tugging at the restraints.
He pressed a kiss over Kenta’s heart before reaching for the ties. With a quick tug they came undone. Kim reached to help ease the muscle strain but Kenta stopped him, reaching down to drag Kim up.
“What-”
Kenta didn’t explain, but he really didn’t need to, not when he got a hand inside of Kim’s shorts and easily pulled Kim’s dick out. It was almost too much sensation, not with Kenta underneath him looking incredible, his calloused fingers skilled as they worked Kim over the edge.
He forced his eyes to stay open, even at the pleasure coursed through him, to watch as his cum joined the mess on Kenta’s chest. He grabbed the headboard to steady himself as his brain whited out. It was pornographic, and as he panted, he couldn’t stop himself from dragging a finger through the mess.
“That’s disgusting.” Kenta commented, his eyes half lidded as he watched Kim.
Kim hummed, “Guess you’ll need to shower now.”
Kenta cocked a brow, “Do you want to join me?”
That wasn’t even a question. Plus, as he dragged Kenta up, it was just another excuse to get his hands on Kenta’s chest.
And that was truly the only goal he ever had.