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Going through a box of Majima’s stuff, Kiryu decided, was no better than going through Pandora’s.
“Why are there so many Smile Burger wrappers? There’s more of those in here than knives.”
“Hey, a guy gets hungry, alright? And the trash can was so far!” Majima whined to him, looking at him pitifully from where he sat next to him on the couch.
Kiryu rolled his eyes as he scavenged through more of the stuff, which was really just garbage.
Eventually, he pulled out a pair of leather gloves.
“How many pairs do you own?”
“A lot, why?”
Kiryu just hummed instead of answering Majima’s question. He decided to put them on, slipping the gloves onto his large hands which he was surprised to see fit.
He turned his arm to change the angle of his hand, and scoffed
“I look ridiculous.” He said, unaware of Majima staring at him.
Majima surged forward, pressing his chest to Kiryu’s as he laced their hands together.
“Aw, ya sure? I think they make ya look sexy.” He purred, nuzzling his nose against Kiryu’s.
“Heh, really?” Kiryu smirked, cheeks dusting red at Majima’s sudden affection.
“Mm. Yeah.” He said, removing one of his hands from Kiryu’s so he could bring it up to his face, cupping his jaw. “But of course, anything ya wear I’ll find sexy.”
“T-thank you, nii-san.” Kiryu stuttered, shivering as Majima’s hand found it’s way under his shirt and snaked it’s way across his abs and eventually reached his pecs. Tracing one of the scar lines under his bicep before bringing it to one of his sensitive nipples and pressing down.
“Ah!” Kiryu whined as he gripped Majima’s hand tighter. His other hand gripped the couch leather under him.
Majima rubbed the now hard nub between his fingers, rolling and pinching before giving his pec a good squeeze as his hand began its descent down Kiryu’s body, eventually stopping at the hem of his sweatpants.
It rubbed over his abs but never once went into his pants, making Kiryu squirm as he clenched his eyes shut and bit his lip.
“Aw, pretty boy.” Majima cooed and untangled his other hand from Kiryu’s so he could hold the man’s jaw between his fingers. “Can’t do anything if ya don’t say what it is ya want, though.”
“Nii-san, please…” He whined again as Majima pet his chin hairs, the warmth from his fingers was intoxicating, and all the more pleasurable considering there were no extra layers to separate their skin contact Kiryu craved.
“I don’t hear you sayin’ nothing.”
“Please…” Kiryu grimaced, “Please finger me.” God, how he hated the term. But asking Majima to fingerfuck him would be objectively worse.
“Good boy.” He praised, and finally his hand reached under his pants and palmed his pussy through his boxers. Listening to Kiryu’s breath hitch as his fingers pressed the fabric onto Kiryu’s clit.
He kept rubbing him through his boxers, each graze of fingers over his clit making Kiryu gasp.
“Please, please, nii-san!”
Majima grinned, “Aw, already yer this desperate?” Pressing his palm harder against his clothed cunt, noting how the fabric was now wet.
Majima glanced at Kiryu’s hands again, who was digging his fingers into his palms. It gave him an idea.
“How ‘bout you finger yerself?”
“Huh?”
“Yer wearing my gloves ain’tcha? It’ll feel just like my fingers.” He purred, retracting his hand to bring it up to hold Kiryu’s wrist, which he then used to direct Kiryu’s hand onto his cunt, getting off of him so he could pull off Kiryu’s sweatpants and underwear.
He adored the sight of Kiryu’s cunt glistening with slick, what he could see of it anyway if it weren’t for the glove obscuring the perfect view.
Kiryu let out a shaky breath as he inserted two fingers into himself, moaning at the rough texture of the glove and how good it felt inside his cunt.
Majima watched, entrenched, as Kiryu stretched himself on his own fingers. A grin etched itself on his face when he saw the gloved fingers reappear, only to be covered with white slick.
“I-it’s not the same as your fingers, nii-san…” Kiryu breathed, catching Majima off guard. The sentence made him aware of how hard he was, feeling his cock twitch in his own pants, which he shed immediately. He was about to spit into his hand before he got another brilliant idea.
Pressing three fingers to Kiryu’s quivering lips he spoke, “Suck.” And Kiryu did. He opened his mouth and enveloped the fingers into the wet hotness of his mouth. He felt it vibrate around his fingers from the moans of ecstasy Kiryu was letting out.
He pushed them against Kiryu’s tongue, feeling it swirl around his fingers. He slowly thrusted them in and out of Kiryu’s mouth, cock twitching at the sight of Kiryu’s lips folding around them.
He pressed them to the back of Kiryu’s throat, hearing him gag as they wiggled around. Majima glanced down and saw that Kiryu had sped up in his ministrations.
“Getting off to havin’ my fingers in yer mouth, huh?”
Kiryu groaned around his fingers, drool trickling down his lips as it made Majima’s fingers shine.
Once he found them slick enough, he brought them down to his cock, wrapping around his thick length and hissing at finally receiving contact. He gave himself slow, steady strokes as he watched Kiryu finger himself.
“Feels nice, doesn’t it? Getting to fill yourself up, go at your own pace… though I’m sure ya love it when I’m rough.”
Kiryu brought a hand to his mouth and bit it, teeth digging into the letter as he went faster. “Yes, yes…” he whined.
“Mm. Yer so good, Kaz.” Majima purred, not expecting to get a reaction. He was pleasantly surprised though when he heard the loud, guttural moan from Kiryu, who used his other hand to rub his clit, whimpering with each touch.
“Oh fuck,” Majima stroked himself faster, “You like being told how good ya are?” Kiryu nodded.
Pre-cum leaked out of Majima’s tip and trickled onto his hand, draping itself over his fingers. Majima, regretfully, removed his hand from his cock, examining the white fluid before bringing his fingers back to Kiryu’s mouth, not waiting before stuffing them in. Kiryu mewled once the taste of pre-cum hit his tongue.
“Yer a good boy, Kaz.”
Kiryu’s reaction was immediate, he came around his fingers, thick white cum leaking onto Majima’s gloves. Still, Kiryu kept rubbing his clit, riding out his orgasm until he was overstimulated and had to pull away.
If Majima had a weaker composure, he would’ve cum right then and there. Instead he pulled Kiryu’s hand out of his own pussy, who whined, and examined how much cum there was on them.
“Heh. Ya liked that?”
“Y-yes…”
Majima smirked before bringing Kiryu’s fingers to his lips. He sucked on the two digits, trying to swipe as much of the cum with his tongue as he could, delighting in the taste.
“Nii-san.” Kiryu moaned at the feeling of Majima’s tongue, even if it was obstructed by the leather.
Majima took the fingers out of his mouth and spread them, watching as thin strings of cum and spit broke between them.
“Ya taste divine, Kaz. Now how should I take ya?”
“Like this. Please.”
“Ooh, ya want yer legs above my shoulders? I always knew you were freaky.”
Kiryu grimaced but Majima placed a kiss on his cheek, grabbing the back of Kiryu’s thighs and lifting them up, placing them on his shoulders and shifting his grip so it held onto Kiryu’s calves. He delivered a kiss to one before reaching down and positioning his cock at Kiryu’s stretched hole.
“Ya ready?”
“I’m still sensitive, but yes.”
“Good. Love it when yer sensitive. You can never stop moaning, and ya always look cute.”
“Nii-san-“ Kiryu was cut off with a moan as Majima pushed in, wasting no time in shoving his full length in. Kiryu’s walls clenched and fluttered around his cock, fixing to adjust. It was so tight and wet from both slick and cum.
Kiryu cried, “Ahh! Majima!” Majima planted kisses on Kiryu’s face as he leaned closer to him. Kiryu wrapped his arms around Majima’s shoulders, taking shaky breaths as he adjusted around the intrusion.
Majima reached to grab Kiryu’s hands from behind him, linked their fingers together, and pushed them next to Kiryu’s head.
Slowly, he began thrusting. His thrusts were shallow at first, but he was egged on by Kiryu’s whines.
“Please, faster…” Kiryu tightened his grip on Majima’s hands from where they were pinned on the sides of his head. He screwed his eyes shut at a sudden rough and deep thrust.
Majima pulled out almost completely, and Kiryu prepared himself for another thrust, one which he realized wasn’t going to cum.
“Nii-san…?”
“I want ya to look at me?”
“H-huh?” Kiryu breathed as he opened his eyes to look up at Majima.
“I want you to look at me while I fuck you. Think you can do that? For me?”
“Hnh. Yes. Move, please.”
“Good boy.” Majima said and Kiryu whimpered as Majima continued his thrusts.
Pleasure shot itself up Kiryu’s spine as Majima’s pace became tougher, and the urge to close his eyes again was strong. As Majima’s stare humiliated him, especially since he was being so loud.
“Nii-san!” Kiryu cried as Majima hit a particular spot inside of him, “There! Please, yes!”
Majima chuckled. It was as if a switch was flipped inside him. His thrusts became brutal and quick, each snap of Majima’s hips slapped against Kiryu’s skin.
Kiryu wailed, wanting to scratch against Majima’s back, but found that his hands were still pinned. He was stuck, and found that he didn’t mind being such.
“Fuck yer so good Kaz. So, so good. You’re fuckin’ amazing and I love ya.”
That was the breaking point for Kiryu, as he threw his head back and came soundlessly, all the moans were punched out of him with Majima’s sporadic thrusts.
“Aw, yer adorable. Hope you can handle the overstimulation, Kiryu-chan, cause I’m not stoppin.’”
Kiryu’s body trembled and he writhed under Majima, but was unable to move. Majima was so deep in him, so, so deep. Fuck. Fuck. It was too much. It was so good it was almost painful.
Majima stared down at his cock fucking Kiryu’s pussy, watching as each thrust coated it in white. It twitched inside Kiryu, who cried at the feeling.
He could tell his climax was near from the hot coil that tightened in his gut. He looked up again and savored the look on Kiryu’s face, mouth hung open, cheeks red, and tears pricking the corners of his eyes.
“Nii- hngh! Nii-san! Fuck, fuck! Hurts! Feels so- Ah! So g-good! Majima, Majima!”
Majima moved forward to plant a kiss on Kiryu’s throat, sucking gently before whispering in his ear, “Fuck, baby. Say my name.” He nibbled on the shell.
“Goro! Goro, Goro, Goro!”
Majima moaned at the sounds as with one final, rough thrust, he buried his cock deep inside Kiryu’s pussy and came. In the back of his mind he felt a thick fluid trickling out of Kiryu’s hole, and was able to tell that Kiryu had just cum as well.
He stayed there for a moment, taking deep breaths as he buried his head on Kiryu’s shoulder, inhaling his scent.
“God, yer so good.”
“Majima, please… I can’t go again.”
Majima laughed at that, causing Kiryu to shiver. He then slowly pulled out his cock, looking almost astonished at how white and cum-covered it was.
“Fuckin’ Jesus. Well at least I know I make ya feel good.”
“You always make me feel good, nii-san.” Kiryu smiled, pulling on Majima’s heartstrings.
“Always sayin’ sappy shit, huh?” He returned the smile, and glanced down at his cock once more.
“Y’know… I think I know of a way we could clean it. If ya want to, of course.”
“Huh? Oh. O-oh, sure.”
“Nice. Here, let me help ya lay down.” Majima took Kiryu’s legs off his shoulders and grabbed his hips, maneuvering him so he was laying on his back sideways on the couch.
Majima got on top of him, but instead of facing Kiryu, he instead turned around so he was facing Kiryu’s pussy.
“Don’t you want to-“
“I wanna eat you out.”
Kiryu didn’t say anything, instead grunting as he directed Majima’s cock into his mouth. Breathing through his nose as it filled his mouth.
Majima let Kiryu start first, relishing in the feeling of a tongue around his hot length, cleaning off all of the cum. He did start helping Kiryu, though.
He leaned down to press a small kiss to Kiryu’s clit, who immediately jolted at the feeling. More over sensitive than he’s ever been in his life.
Majima brought his tongue to it, licking around the small nub before suddenly pressing down on it. He could feel Kiryu moan around his cock, which twitched in the man’s mouth.
Majima began sucking and licking on Kiryu’s clit, holding up the back of the man’s thighs again to get a better angle. Majima found drool dripping out of his mouth and onto Kiryu’s pussy.
He sucked happily, relishing in the whines and moans Kiryu was emitting, each one only fueling his erection.
One particularly hard suck and Kiryu was jerking his hips up to meet Majima’s tongue and lips. Majima smiled in satisfaction to himself as he saw more cum trickling from Kiryu’s overstimulated hole.
He was cumming too, from Kiryu’s blowjob skills, of course, but also at the sight of Kiryu’s cum.
He shot thick ropes of white down Kiryu’s throat, who drank them all greedily. He lifted his hips up once Kiryu milked all the cum out of him, taking his cock out of the man’s mouth.
“Fuck, that was…” Kiryu breathed
“Hah, yeah. Shit.”
“Should we get cleaned up now?”
“In the same shower?”
“No. I seriously can’t cum again.”
“That’s what ya thought moments ago! And look,” He, without warning, plunged two fingers into Kiryu’s hole, causing him to scream as he wiggled them around and curled.
He pulled them out and turned himself around to face Kiryu, who had clenched his teeth.
“Look,” he said, scissoring his fingers and watched as the thick substance dripped down. “You came again. And that’s just from my mouth.”
“Because I was sensitive.” Kiryu objected, though his objection had no real malice.
“Sure. Sure ya were. Now c’mon, these bodies ain’t gonna clean themselves!” He said, popping the two cum-slicked digits into his mouth and slurping obnoxiously, before hopping off of Kiryu.
Kiryu shook his head but still managed a weak smirk.
“Fine, give me a few minutes.”