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Appearances can be deceptive, Kojiro has learnt. When he and Kaoru finally got their shit together and started dating, he naturally assumed that their fiery bickering would directly translate into the bedroom. Honestly, he had been a little nervous about whether he would even be able to keep up with Kaoru, given how demanding and straight up terrifying he could be at times.
But it turns out his nerves were unfounded because as soon as their clothes are off and Kojiro is pressing Kaoru into the mattress, that scary and fiery side to Kaoru goes completely quiet. It’s not what Kojiro had expected at all.
It’s not that Kojiro is disappointed, exactly. The sex they have is good. It’s with Kaoru of all people, the man he’s pined after for God knows how long, of course it’s good with him. But that doesn’t stop Kojiro from feeling like Kaoru is holding back on him a little.
The sharp-tongued man who otherwise never has a problem with voicing his demands is reduced to a blushing, but painfully silent, mess whenever they have sex. Instead of dirty talk and sharp nails clawing against the skin on his back, Kojiro is met with stifled moans, often muffled by a pillow that Kaoru buries his face in.
It’s adorable.
It’s frustrating.
And it plants a little seed of doubt in Kojiro’s head. Like, maybe despite all the sexual tension that has been brewing between them for countless years, they’re not actually that sexually compatible. Or maybe Kojiro isn’t as good in bed as he has come to believe, although he quickly scraps that thought from his mind. Kaoru isn’t the first person he’s been with by a long shot and he’s had enough, uh, verbal feedback to know that he’s certainly not lacking in that area of expertise.
So, instead of dwelling on it for much longer and driving himself insane, Kojiro comes up with a plan to make Kaoru scream.
The next time they’re in bed together, with Kaoru’s breath hot against his neck as he grinds in Kojiro’s lap, Kojiro finally brings himself to ask the question.
“Why are you so quiet in bed?”
It comes out much more bluntly than he intended, but at least it saves him from having to dance around the issue.
Kaoru pulls back from his neck to look him dead in the eye, his meticulously-shaped brows furrowed in obvious irritation. “What?”
“I’m just curious. I always thought you’d be really bossy but when we have sex it’s almost like you’re a different person.”
Kaoru merely blinks at him, seemingly trying to piece together what Kojiro is saying.
“I don't mean that in a bad way,” Kojiro is quick to add, as he squeezes Kaoru’s thigh in reassurance. “It just feels like you’re holding back, that’s all. Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re enjoying it.”
“I’m not holding back,” Kaoru protests, his face flushing bright red. “And of course I…enjoy it, but not everyone has a filthy mouth like you, Kojiro.”
“Not everyone, no. But I refuse to believe that a person who runs their mouth like it’s an Olympic sport is a silent pillow princess.”
It’s a risky move, confronting Kaoru like this. Even though they’re officially together, their relationship is still relatively new and the last thing Kojiro wants is for Kaoru to shut down on him and run away. But from the way Kaoru is looking at him with lust-filled eyes, nibbling at his bottom lip as he shifts in Kojiro’s lap, Kojiro is certain that Kaoru isn’t ready to bolt just yet.
“I am not a pillow princess,” Kaoru finally says.
“Oh yeah?” Kojiro raises a brow, leaning in closer so his breath dances across Kaoru’s lips. “Why don’t you prove it to me then?”
With an exasperated roll of his eyes, Kaoru closes the gap and presses his lips against Kojiro’s, bringing a hand up to tangle in Kojiro’s curls as their kiss becomes more heated. Kojiro moans under his breath and melts into Kaoru, running his hands along the softness of Kaoru’s bare skin as they quickly rid themselves of their remaining clothing.
Underwear is thrown haphazardly across the bedroom and then Kaoru is pressing up against him again, naked and hard in his lap as they slowly rock their hips against each other.
Just as Kaoru’s breathing becomes heavier and Kojiro’s mind starts to get foggy from the overwhelming presence that is Sakurayashiki Kaoru, Kojiro pulls away from their kiss and halts his movements.
A knowing smirks spreads across Kojiro’s face as Kaoru looks at him in confusion. “Is everything okay?” Kaoru asks. The soft look on his face makes Kojiro’s heart squeeze and he almost feels guilty for what he’s about to do. Almost.
“Everything’s fine, baby,” Kojiro replies, running his fingertips along the curve of Kaoru’s spine. “But, like I said before, I want to hear you tonight. Which means that if you want me to do something then you're gonna have to ask me for it.”
Kaoru sighs heavily, running a hand through his loose ponytail which is gradually coming undone. “Seriously?”
Kojiro is sure his idea will work if he provokes Kaoru just the right amount. If he makes him desperate enough to finally snap and take control.
“Seriously. Come on, Kaoru. I thought you loved the sound of your own voice.”
Kojiro is fully grinning now, pleased with the way he’s clearly grating on Kaoru’s nerves.
“You already know what I like,” Kaoru mutters, looking visibly flustered as he continues to play with his hair.
“Hmm, I don’t know, baby. You might need to jog my memory there.”
The blush colouring Kaoru’s cheeks only darkens as Kojiro keeps prodding at him. “Do you really have to be so annoying? I could just get up and leave, you know.”
“You could," Kojiro allows his gaze to drift to the bedroom door and then returns his focus to Kaoru, who makes no attempt to move, "but I know you won’t.”
Kaoru clicks his tongue in irritation and Kojiro is certain that he’s about to deny him yet again, only for Kaoru to push on his chest and press him down onto the mattress, sliding his hand up to lightly cup around Kojiro’s throat. Taken aback by the sudden movement, Kojiro stares back with wide eyes as Kaoru rolls his hips, allowing Kojiro’s cock to slide against the curve of his ass.
“I think it would be in your best interest if I didn’t leave.”
“You are absolutely correct,” Kojiro replies, his heart pounding in his chest as Kaoru’s hungry gaze burns into him. This is exactly what he wants. To see Kaoru get worked up to the point where he has to take what he wants for himself, rather than shying away from it.
“Well then,” Kaoru leans in to murmur against his ear, the sudden drop in pitch sending a shiver up Kojiro’s spine, “you better give me a good enough reason to stay.”
It takes an incredible amount of self-restraint for Kojiro to remain lying there, staying true to his word and not moving a muscle unless Kaoru asks him to. Even as Kaoru licks, bites and sucks on his skin, leaving a smattering of budding bruises as he grinds against Kojiro’s cock, Kojiro remains as still as possible, biting down on his bottom lip to prevent any sounds from slipping out. He can’t ruin this. Not when Kaoru’s just getting started.
Seeing the way Kaoru is getting increasingly frustrated by his lack of reaction is satisfying enough for Kojiro to ignore the steady throbbing between his legs. Especially when a low, frustrated groan reverberates through Kaoru’s throat and he pulls back to look down at him.
“Can you at least kiss me?” he asks, looking suitably put out at having to make such a request.
“Of course I can.”
Kaoru leans down and Kojiro tips his head up to meet him halfway, his eyes fluttering shut as their lips touch. Kojiro does his best to hold back, only giving just enough to meet Kaoru’s request, but not allowing himself to take the kiss any further. After all, Kaoru’s meant to be taking the lead here.
Still, Kojiro can only keep the act up for so long when Kaoru, in his frustration, bites Kojiro’s bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
“Fuck, Kaoru!” Kojiro exclaims, pulling away to dab carefully at his now swollen lip with his finger. He licks his lip and cringes when the metallic taste hits his tongue. “What the hell was that for?”
“Kiss me properly,” Kaoru says, and the way he’s pouting is cute enough for Kojiro to forgive him for attacking his face. Only just.
Rather than risking another mauling, he caves in to Kaoru’s demands and kisses the scowl right off his lips, making sure to kiss him properly. He resists the urge to break his own rules and doesn’t move his hands form Kaoru’s hips, lightly squeezing and rubbing small circles with his thumbs even as Kaoru pants against his mouth.
When Kaoru breaks away from their kiss with another frustrated groan, Kojiro doesn’t even bother hiding the smirk that spreads across his lips.“Everything okay, princess?”
Kaoru glares at him for a moment, but there’s a hint of softness hidden behind those sharp eyes. “Touch me.”
“Where?”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” Kaoru snaps. He grabs Kojiro’s hand and wraps it around his cock, which twitches at the contact. “Hurry up before I get bored and do it myself.”
It takes Kojiro a second to react, momentarily frozen in awe at how unbelievably sexy Kaoru is like this, so demanding and needy. With the way Kaoru is glaring at him at him, Kojiro would do anything he asked without uttering a single complaint.
Kojiro’s body finally catches up with his brain and then he’s stroking Kaoru firmly, squeezing the shaft and twisting his wrist and drawing out soft, breathy moans from Kaoru’s throat. Even just from his hand, Kaoru is being much more vocal than he’s ever been and it’s driving Kojiro wild, his own cock pulsating steadily between his legs as he gets Kaoru off.
“That’s better,” Kaoru sighs, tipping his head forwards to bury his face in the crook of Kojiro’s neck, lazily mouthing at his skin and leaving wet, biting kisses.
Kojiro hums pleasantly at Kaoru’s encouragement and quickens his strokes, swiping his thumb over the head of Kaoru’s cock where he’s sticky and leaking and spreads the slick over his shaft. They build up a steady rhythm, with Kaoru rocking his hips to meet the glide of Kojiro’s hand, and from the shakiness in Kaoru’s breathing, Kojiro can tell it won’t take much more to make him come.
After another firm squeeze on his cock, Kaoru gasps and covers Kojiro’s hand with his own. “That’s enough.” Although he tries to sound stern, the breathlessness in his voice gives him away.
Kojiro obeys and stops stroking, warmth rushing through his body as he looks up at Kaoru’s pretty, flushed face. No matter how many times they do this, Kojiro will never tire of being the only one who gets to see Kaoru come undone like this. When the hardened edges of his carefully maintained exterior slowly start to slip away.
Instead of speaking, Kaoru sits up and turns around so his back is facing Kojiro, adjusting himself so that his ass is presented directly in front of Kojiro’s face.
There’s a tense moment of silence as Kojiro waits for Kaoru to tell him exactly what he wants, then Kaoru looks over his shoulder to glare at him.
“What are you waiting for?”
“You didn’t ask.”
“I didn’t ask you to talk back to me either, and yet here you are.” Kaoru’s cool tone cuts right through him and holy shit, Kojiro has never been this turned on in his life. His cock is so hard it almost hurts and Kaoru hasn’t even touched him properly yet. “Now put that dumb mouth of yours to good use.”
Kojiro is convinced that he has died and gone to heaven as Kaoru shuffles backwards and pushes his ass directly onto his face, practically burying Kojiro under the weight of it. Eager to please, Kojiro reaches round to grip Kaoru’s ass cheeks and spread them open, opening his mouth and flicking his tongue against Kaoru’s twitching hole. Kaoru gasps above him and Kojiro presses in closer, sucking and lapping at his hole and making an absolute mess, just how Kaoru likes it.
“Yes, just like that, baby,” Kaoru whispers and Kojiro’s heart squeezes at those words. Kaoru never talks to him like that in bed, much less calls him baby. He could happily get used to this.
Kojiro is rewarded with soft gasps and moans as Kaoru bucks against his mouth, and when Kojiro finally presses his tongue inside, Kaoru clenches his thighs so hard that Kojiro thinks he might pass out from the lack of air. He makes peace with the fact that he would be more than okay with that, but then Kaoru soon realises what he’s doing and relaxes his legs again, reaching back to stroke Kojiro’s hair as a silent apology.
Each curl and flick of Kojiro’s tongue has Kaoru moaning and his legs shaking and Kojiro is pretty certain that the firm grip he has on Kaoru’s ass is the only thing stopping him from completely losing his balance.
Kojiro is so lost in eating Kaoru out that when he gently pushes at Kojiro’s head and pulls away, Kojiro can only stare at him in a confused daze, momentarily forgetting where he is. He watches Kaoru’s lips move and only then does he realise Kaoru’s speaking to him.
“Wait, what was that?” Kojiro slurs, completely drunk on Kaoru’s taste and warmth.
“Ugh, never mind,” Kaoru huffs and crawls over him to reach into the bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube.
If Kojiro wasn’t still recovering from Kaoru smothering his face then he would have laughed at Kaoru’s sheer desperation. Instead, he can only lie back and watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Kaoru repositions himself on top of his thighs, squeezes lube out onto his fingers and reaches back to stretch himself open.
“Fuck, baby, you look divine.” Kojiro can’t help letting the words slip from his mouth. Not with the Kaoru way sits on top of him, hair now completely free from his struggling ponytail and spilling all over his shoulders, somehow still managing to look effortlessly elegant as he fingers himself.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kaoru dismisses him, evidently too far gone to muster up the energy for a smart-assed comment on how Kojiro is laying it on too thick.
Kaoru squeezes out more lube and reaches back to slick up Kojiro’s cock and Kojiro instinctively arches up into it, desperate for relief as his cock throbs in Kaoru’s hand. Luckily for him, Kaoru is equally as impatient at this point, if not more, because he soon stops stroking and positions the head of Kojiro’s cock at his entrance.
Kojiro bites down on his bottom lip as Kaoru slowly sinks down onto him, his toes curling in the sheets as his cock is engulfed by Kaoru’s impossibly tight heat.
“Every fucking time,” Kojiro gasps, “you are still so tight.”
It’s embarrassing to admit, but Kaoru has gotten him so worked up that Kojiro’s unsure he’ll even be able to last long. He can only hope that Kaoru is as close as he is.
Kaoru smirks down at him and as if to prove a point, clenches purposively around Kojiro’s dick. It takes every ounce of Kojiro’s strength not to come right then, as though he’s a nervous teenager during his first time rather than a fully grown and highly experienced man— something that Kaoru would no doubt tease him about if he knew.
“You still with me?” Kaoru asks, his golden eyes glinting dangerously in the low light of the bedroom as he smirks at Kojiro.
In that moment, Kojiro is certain that he has created a monster. This will be the end of him.
“Yes, fuck,” Kojiro groans softly, digging his fingers in Kaoru’s hips in an attempt to ground himself.
Kaoru leans forward to kiss him, his hair tickling Kojiro’s neck and chest, before pulling away. “Good”.
And with that, he slowly starts moving his hips, his lips parted on a silent moan as he adjusts to having Kojiro inside him. Their gazes lock and Kojiro’s heart twists in his chest, still not quite able to process what is happening in front of him.
Kaoru builds up a steady rhythm, finally allowing himself to moan unrestrained as he fucks himself on Kojiro’s cock, his gorgeous, muscular thighs flexing with each motion. All Kojiro can do is just lie back and watch, revelling in the way Kaoru’s face relaxes as the pleasure takes over him. Enjoying the wet heat that slides over his cock every time Kaoru raises and lowers himself.
“God, you are so annoying,” Kaoru gasps out. “If you wanted to get fucked so badly you could have just asked.”
Kojiro’s cock throbs at that and he lets out another groan. “I could have, but it was more fun this way.”
He knows he’s breaking his own rules but Kojiro can’t help bracing his feet on the mattress and thrusting up into Kaoru, punching high-pitched moans from Kaoru’s throat with each deep stroke.
“Yes, right there,” Kaoru cries out, not bothering to chastise Kojiro as he builds up to a relentless pace, their skin slapping together in an obscene symphony as Kaoru meets his thrusts.
It’s too much—being with Kaoru always is, but especially today—and Kojiro can already feel himself burning up as his climax rapidly approaches. He tries to hold on, but he knows it’s useless from the way his legs shake.
“Kaoru, I’m so close.”
“You’re close?” Kaoru repeats, almost sounding sympathetic. Kojiro nods at him. “Too bad. I didn’t say you can come yet.”
Kojiro curses under his breath and stops thrusting, having to take a deep breath to steady himself because that nearly sent him over the edge.
“Excuse me?”
This is far beyond any expectations Kojiro had going into this, and he isn’t sure if he should be impressed or terrified.
“You’ll come when I say you can.” Kaoru starts riding him again, lifting himself high enough so just the tip of Kojiro’s cock is inside him, before lowering himself back down until his ass is pressed flush against Kojiro’s thighs in an agonisingly slow rhythm. He smiles down at Kojiro, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “After all, I’m the one in charge, right?”
Kojiro just nods dumbly, not trusting himself to speak as his entire body tenses with the effort of trying not to come.
It’s a sweet form of torture, and Kojiro is grateful for the distraction when Kaoru finally asks him to stroke his cock. Kojiro wraps his hand around Kaoru’s cock and moans under his breath when he feels how wet Kaoru is— clearly Kaoru is just as into this as he is.
“Faster,” Kaoru orders and Kojiro quickens his strokes, his chest heaving as Kaoru clenches around him and moans in a way he has been so desperate to hear for the longest time. Kojiro swears he could come just from those sounds alone.
Kaoru’s rhythm gradually falls apart as his breathing becomes more laboured and Kojiro starts bucking up into him again, determined to give Kaoru the best fucking of his life.
“Kojiro,” Kaoru pleads.
“I’ve got you, baby, I’ve got you.”
Kaoru trembles on top of him as Kojiro continues to jerk his cock, his moans becoming louder and more urgent as each thrust brings him closer and closer.
They lock eyes once more and Kojiro immediately understands. “With me,” Kaoru gasps and with one last squeeze on his cock, he comes with a loud cry, his cock pulsating and spilling streaks of white all over Kojiro’s chest and stomach.
Finally having permission to come, Kojiro lets go, his back arching off the bed as his orgasm crests over him and he shoots hot and deep inside Kaoru.
“Oh fuck,” Kojiro pants, looking up at Kaoru in disbelief and amazement as he tries to steady his breathing.
“Is that…is that what you wanted?”
“Kaoru.” Is all Kojiro can manage to say before he answers him by pulling him down into a deep kiss, not caring about the sticky mess all over his torso.
Kaoru kisses him back enthusiastically, trailing circles with his finger over the soft spot behind Kojiro’s ear and making him melt. Kojiro could happily lay here forever, bathing in their shared afterglow and just drinking Kaoru in, unable to ever get enough.
They eventually break apart and Kaoru looks down at him, his expression tender. “So, you like being bossed around, huh?”
“We’ve known each other for more than two decades. I’m sure you already figured that out, Kaoru.”
Kaoru laughs. “Still, it's good to know. Next time I won’t go so easy on you.”
Next time. Kojiro cannot wait.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”