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When Keigo put an ad in for a roommate, he didn’t expect a 46-year-old divorcee to show up at his doorstep and change his life.
He didn’t really expect to get along, let alone build a friendship, with someone twice his age, or someone who was so vastly different from him.
He didn’t expect to fall in love.
So when Enji confessed his feelings and laid his heart out bare, Keigo kind of…freaked out.
“I—I’m—you—just—it’s—sorry, ‘scuse me,” Keigo stammers, clambering out of his seat. His knees wobble as he makes a beeline for his room because he just—he needs a minute. Just one minute for his heart to stop racing so fast.
“Keigo, wait,” Enji calls, following him close behind but keeping his distance.
“Sorry, sorry,” Keigo mumbles, stumbling into his room and closing the door. He clutches the doorknob and loses his footing, sliding down to the floor until he’s sitting with his head pressed against the frame. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just—having a moment.”
“Okay. It’s okay.” Enji’s deep voice on the other side is calm and soothing, and Keigo places a palm against the door, half-wondering if he could feel Enji’s presence through the wood.
“Sorry,” Keigo whispers.
“Do you…need me to leave you alone?”
“No, don’t—I mean, stay,” Keigo pleads, fingers curling. Shaking. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this nervous, wired with so much adrenaline and emotion that he feels like he’s going to explode. Like his heart is going to burst right out of his chest.
He wonders if Enji is feeling the same way.
“I’m sorry,” Keigo says, voice breaking. “I know I’m being a little childish.”
Enji hums. “Actually, I think you’re handling it well.”
“Oh yeah?” Keigo snorts. “Did Rei also run away when you professed your love to her?”
There’s a pause. “She threw her drink in my face and asked why I would say such things.”
Keigo laughs, the image conjuring up in his mind so clearly. “You must have botched the I love you big time.”
“Yes, well,” Enji says, chuckling, “We were seventeen and had no idea what love was. We spent a quarter-century realizing we still had no clue.”
Keigo’s chest feels heavy. A quarter-century. Living in an illusion. Raising children together, building a life, pretending these were things you had always wanted. And now Enji has a chance to choose a life for himself—to choose a love for himself and Keigo can’t quite believe Enji wants… him.
“Are you sure now?” Keigo asks slowly, heart beating even faster.
He needs Enji to be one thousand percent sure. This man is finally doing the things he’s always wanted to do, breaking away from society’s expectations, getting a chance to experiment, and, well…Keigo doesn’t want to be that. Someone’s experiment.
He scolds himself almost immediately. Stop it. What are you thinking? You’re just making things up because you’re afraid of getting hurt again.
“Keigo. Open the door.”
Everything happens in slow motion. Or maybe Keigo’s just hesitating. But, eventually, somehow, he finds himself on his feet and turning the knob. He steels himself because he wants to be strong and look Enji in the eye, and tell him even though he’s scared shitless, he’s in love with him, too.
The door finally swings open and Enji takes his breath away with a soft, tear-soaked kiss on the lips.
Honestly. It’s an easy thing to submit to. There’s security in the way Enji holds him, both hands cupping his face, fingers cradling the back of his head. Security and clarity and so much love. They wipe out every single one of Keigo’s fears and all he knows now is a glorious feeling he can’t even begin to describe.
The kiss itself probably only lasts seconds, but it feels like forever. Enji pulls away first, gently lifting Keigo’s head up until their eyes meet.
“Does that answer your question?” Enji asks softly.
Keigo blinks, still spellbound to register what’s happening. He holds tightly onto Enji’s muscled forearms. “I’m sorry, what question?”
Enji chuckles. “I know we’ve only known each other a short while, but my feelings for you are real. I do care about you.” He swipes a thumb over Keigo’s lips and Keigo feels himself going on his tiptoes to bridge the gap again. “I do love you.”
“Enji,” Keigo whispers. “I feel the same.” He grabs a fistful of Enji’s shirt and tugs, mewling when their lips meet again.
His eyes flutter close. He’s lost to the scent of sandalwood and vanilla on Enji’s neck; to the taste of pinot grigio and watermelon lip balm on Enji’s lips. He loves the feel of Enji’s uneven stubble on his face and the way their noses press together as they fight to deepen the kiss.
When Keigo drops his jaw, Enji immediately captures his mouth all over again.
“Mmm!” Keigo squeals. His feet are lifted off the ground and he’s suddenly aware of Enji’s hands below his hips. They break their kiss, but only for a moment because Keigo is now looking down into ocean blue eyes. They pull him in like a current and Keigo leans in for another kiss as Enji carries him to his bed.
Keigo hits the mattress first and Enji shortly follows, hovering over him, nose buried in his neck. He peppers Keigo with butterfly kisses, sending Keigo in a fit of nervous laughter.
“Ah, stop, stop,” Keigo giggles, his skin tingling. He squirms and gives Enji a light push.
“Ticklish?” Enji asks softly, pressing their foreheads together.
“No, you’re too gentle,” Keigo complains and Enji gives him a curious look. “I want teeth.”
“You want me…to bite you?” Enji asks and instantly blushes.
Keigo grins, elated to see him so flustered up close. “Chomp chomp!”
“But, I don’t want to hurt you,” Enji whispers and it’s Keigo’s turn to blush as Enji kisses him, open-mouth.
He didn’t expect Enji to be so forward and so generous with his affection. Bodies pressed together, there’s no sign of hesitation, even though Enji is being excruciatingly mindful of where his hands are. He’s a painstaking man, hands exploring Keigo’s body, fingertips carefully treading beneath clothing, avoiding places where Keigo wants to be touched.
He’s stalling. Maybe it’s too soon.
“Enji,” Keigo whispers. “We don’t have to—”
“Keigo, I…” Enji stops and shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “I’m trying really hard…to hold back.”
Keigo sucks in a breath. That was not what he was expecting to hear.
Enji wants more. Keigo can sense the need as Enji hooks a finger on his waistband and starts to pull.
“Wait.”
Enji pauses. “Something wrong?”
“I’m tired of getting my heart broken,” Keigo confesses abruptly. The words tumble out of his mouth too fast, the fear bubbling back up to the surface. “I’m not looking for someone to just have a good time. I want to be with someone who sees me as a life partner.”
Enji studies him, stroking his face gently. “I can tell you’re afraid. I can tell that beneath your charm and extraversion that there’s someone who is doing everything he can to barricade his heart. But, that’s an equally painful way to live, don’t you think?” Enji places a palm on his chest, right over his heart. “If you’ll trust me, I promise I’ll keep it safe.”
Keigo swallows thickly, tears stuck in his eyes. “Enji…”
“I’m also looking for a life partner. How wonderful it would be if my first love was also my last.”
Keigo wraps his arms around Enji’s neck and slams their lips together, bucking his hips up to close the little space between them completely. Enji moans against his mouth at the contact and it does things to him. In fact, everything Enji does—the way Enji runs his fingers through his hair, the way he looks at Keigo with all the adoration in the world, the way he breathes Keigo’s name—drives him insane.
Soon the need becomes unbearable for the both of them. Enji’s hands become greedy and Keigo rolls his hips every time Enji’s fingertips journey across somewhere new. Keigo is a little more impatient. He unbuttons Enji’s shirt, hands gliding down a muscled chest until he’s running a palm over Enji’s clothed boner.
“Holy fuck,” Keigo whispers.
Rumi was right. He should have bought that damn horse dildo after all.
Shit. Actually, maybe they should talk about this first. Keigo hasn’t really done any preparation, although he should since he streams in a couple of hours, but they haven’t even discussed—
“It’ll fit.”
Keigo freezes. At first he thinks his ears deceived him, but when he looks at Enji, there’s a small smile on his lips. “What?”
Enji chuckles as he climbs off Keigo and they both roll onto their sides to look at each other. “Isn’t that what you’re worried about?”
“What? No!” Keigo lies. “Hardly! Okay, yes.” He lightly jabs Enji in the stomach before shoving his face in a pillow as a mortifying thought passes by. “So…I guess…does that mean you’re—”
“I can go either way.”
“Sorry, I didn’t want to assume.”
“No, no, I’m the one who assumed.”
They laugh and Keigo shifts to snuggle underneath the crook of Enji’s arm and Enji adjusts until they’re comfortable, legs tangled together.
“This is good, too,” Keigo says, finding Enji’s hand and interlacing their fingers. “I don’t mind this.”
“Me either.”
Keigo closes his eyes. He’s emotionally spent, but unbelievably happy just laying in bed, waiting for their breathing to align.
After a few minutes, he hears Enji softly snoring. He pulls a blanket over them and figures a few minutes of snoozing won’t hurt. He has an alarm set up an hour before his show and could use the time to reset his emotions. Besides, he’s warm and snug in Enji’s embrace, and doesn’t want to pry himself away just yet. He closes his eyes and sleep soon follows.
When his ringer goes off, Enji is still fast asleep. Keigo gently nudges him and quickly realizes that’s not going to work, so he rocks him a little harder until Enji’s murmuring incoherently and wrinkling his nose in the cutest way possible.
“Rise and shine,” Keigo chirps. “I have my cam show in like an hour.”
“Mmm,” Enji hums, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “I’ll go and let you get ready.”
“No, wait—just a little while longer?” Keigo pleads because he’ll spare every minute he can to be with him for as long as possible.
Enji nods and they settle back into each other’s arms and into a peaceful silence that Keigo didn’t know he so badly needed. He watches Enji stroke his arms, soothingly tracing the few scars on his skin.
How on earth did he get so lucky?
“You don’t mind?”
Enji catches his gaze. “Mind what?”
“Me having my own cam show? Knowing the things I do on there?” Keigo hunches his shoulders, embarrassed. “You don’t mind me being a Rent-A-Boyfriend?”
“Those are your jobs.”
“I know, it’s just…” It’s always been a point of contention in his past relationships. No matter how many times he tried to explain that sex or romance in these spaces were for extertainment (and not intimacy), his boyfriends were always distrustful. Insecure.
Jealous.
“If you’re afraid that I’m not going to perform to your standards, I wouldn’t worry.”
Keigo looks at Enji, mouth hanging open. “That didn’t even cross my mind, but now I’m wildly intrigued by your confidence.”
Enji pulls a face. “I’m not trying to be pretentious. I do have some experience.”
“And now I’m excessively intrigued!”
“Not with men,” Enji clarifies, “but I do have four kids, remember?”
Keigo pouts, mildly disappointed. “Ack, that’s different. How can I be sure you’re capable of meeting my needs, Mr. Cocky? And, yes, I use that term intentionally.”
He’s mostly teasing him—taunting Enji has become somewhat of a pastime—but then Enji is rolling on top of him, pinning his arms to the mattress, and Keigo loses all train of thought.
“I can show you,” Enji whispers.
Keigo only struggles for a second before he realizes just how strong Enji’s grip is. Heat pools deep in his belly as Enji plants his mouth near Keigo’s collarbone and sucks.
No. Bites.
“Oh, fuck,” Keigo gasps as Enji’s teeth sinks into his skin, sharp pain fueling arousal. When Enji loosens his hold, Keigo throws his arms around him, dragging his nails across his back and clinging onto him until the sting subsides.
Enji doesn’t stop there. To Keigo’s delight, the man who originally didn’t want to hurt him is littering his body with bright red marks. He leaves several on his neck and shoulders; he lifts Keigo’s shirt up to scatter a few across his stomach and hips. He doesn’t just want Enji to taste every inch of him, he wants the world to know who he belongs to.
“Oh god, yes,” Keigo begs as Enji starts to pull his waistband down to his knees. “Please, baby. Please.”
Enji groans at the pet name and licks a broad stripe along the length of Keigo’s half-hard cock. Keigo groans, both hands reaching to grasp Enji’s hair. His fingers and toes curl as Enji laps him over and over again, pleasure barreling through him. When he’s nice and hard, Enji drops his mouth over him and Keigo is gone.
“Oh my god, keep doing that,” Keigo moans as Enji bobs his head up and down, cheeks hollowed. There’s a satisfying, spaced out look on his face as he sucks and Keigo loves it so much that he runs his fingers through Enji’s hair just to get a better view. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
So good that he can hardly believe that Enji’s never done this before. He knows exactly what to do to make Keigo writhe, knows to flick his tongue, knows when to pull off and stroke him while he’s wet. Soon, Keigo is lifting his hips up, wanting so badly to push himself in and out of Enji’s mouth.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Keigo says, breathing heavily, and Enji slides off, stroking him until he’s coming all over his fingers.
It takes a moment for the room to stop spinning. When Keigo’s able to sit up against the headboard, Enji is cleaning his fingers off with some tissues from the nightstand.
“Um…” Keigo reddens, the reality of what just happened hitting him like a ton of bricks. “Do you want—”
“Did I meet your needs?” Enji asks innocently despite the smug look on his face as grabs more tissues to clean Keigo off.
Keigo chuckles. He doesn’t have enough composure to even pretend. “You exceeded them. Fuck.” He slumps back, wholly content.
An alarm goes off.
“Oh crap,” Keigo whines. “I go live in twenty.”
“I’ll leave to let you work then,” Enji says, standing and tossing the wad up tissues in a nearby trash bin. He glances at Keigo, worried. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, don’t worry about me.” Keigo winks at him. “I have a short refractory period.”
“Of course you do,” Enji says, walking across the room to leave.
“Wait!” Keigo exclaims. “Actually…I know you don’t really watch the show, but maybe…do you think you can watch this one? You don’t have to, but it, um…might get me in the mood if I know you’re watching.”
Enji’s face turns beet red. He grunts what Keigo assumes to be an affirmative answer and scurries away, closing the door behind him.
Keigo giggles, shuddering at the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach.
“Alright. I guess it’s showtime.”
— — —
“Oooh, bubbles!!!” Tsunagu squeaks on screen. Enji’s phone is propped on a bathroom shelf as Enji pours epsom salt into the tub that’s halfway filled with foam. “Are we having a bubble bath, Enji?”
“I am, yes.”
“Remember when we used to bathe together?” Tsunagu asks, starry-eyed.
Enji turns to give him a bland look. “You mean when you would drag me into your bathtub and scrub me clean because I was too depressed to shower?”
“Yeah.” Tsunagu sighs dreamily. “Those were the days.”
Enji laughs quietly. Those certainly were the days, although it feels like an eternity ago. Enji vaguely remembers the feeling of being so alone and ridden with guilt that he could hardly get out of bed. It’s a memory that’s slowly disappearing all because he’s lucky enough to be surrounded by people who choose to acknowledge the better man he’s becoming. His growing confidence alone is largely due to Tsunagu’s support. He owes him the world.
“You’ve done a lot for me, Tsunagu. I’m thankful to have you as a friend.”
“Aw, it’s nothing,” Tsunagu beams, basking in the compliments. “Do you still bring a book and a glass of wine with you to the bath?”
Enji chuckles, raising the glass toward his phone. “Some things never change.”
Tsunagu claps and reveals a champagne bottle on screen. “Cheers, queers!”
“Cheers.” Enji takes a small sip before setting it on the floor near the tub and turning the faucet off. “By the way, is there a reason why you’re calling?”
“Oh, right!” Tsunagu hiccups then promptly begins whistling when Enji starts to undress. “I’ve said this a thousand times, but you certainly are a sight for sore eyes. A cure for glaucoma.”
“I’m going to ask you to knock over the tea.”
“Knock over the—oh for pete’s sake, you mean spill the tea?!” Tsunagu exclaims as Enji dips his toes into the water. “I’m getting to it, just let me admire you for a second.”
“Let you objectify me?” Enji asks, grabbing his phone from the shelf before carefully lowering himself into the tub.
“Let me gawk at you very respectfully.”
“Tsunagu…” Enji grumbles, finding a place on the ledge of the tub to prop his phone by the grip. When he’s sure it’s secure, he allows himself some time to settle into the warmth of the water, taking comfort in the eucalyptus scent from the soap.
“I just wanted to check to see if you’re still coming to my drag show next week,” Tsunagu says after a few moments of silence. “I can reserve a table for you.”
“Mmm,” Enji hums, bringing knees further in since his legs are too long for the tub. “Sure. Count me in.”
“You know who you should bring? Hawks.”
Enji glances at his phone to see Tsunagu wiggling his eyebrows. “I’ll ask Keigo if he’s free. I’m sure he’d be delighted.”
“Excellent! Oh, shoot, speaking of Hawks, I have to go or I’ll miss his show. Enjoy your bath!”
Tsunagu hangs up without letting Enji say goodbye, and Enji closes his eyes and sighs, still drained by the evening’s events.
It’s a miracle. He never thought Keigo would return his feelings, or that things would progress so quickly. He never thought he’d get a second chance at love. He’d never thought he’d—
“Oh my god.” Enji clasps both hands over his mouth, suddenly mortified. The image of Keigo’s body beneath him flashes across his mind and the sounds of Keigo’s moans fill his ears, and Enji wishes that the tub was deep enough for him to plunge into.
He had no idea what he was doing. Absolutely no clue and part of him wishes he could have consulted Tsunagu first before deciding to be so bold, but Keigo did finish so… he supposes it was okay?
How does one get feedback on these things?
Instead of dreading it, he reaches for a towel on a nearby rack and wipes his hands dry before setting up Keigo’s cam show on his phone. He’s already late, so he shouldn’t dawdle any more, even though his mind is still wrapping around the fact that he sucked another man’s cock (and it was good as he imagined it to be).
By the time he logs into the stream, Keigo is sitting against the headboard on his bed in nothing but underwear and his feathered mask, showing the camera a large, purple dildo he apparently named Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy Esquire.
“I’d say he’s the size of Mr. Darcy. Maybe a little thicker. Actually, a lot thicker.”
Enji reddens. There’s a tight knot in his gut twisting and twisting as he watches Keigo examining the dildo with pure desire on his face.
Oh god. This can’t be happening.
“Honestly, I can’t really say definitively since I haven’t actually seen him, but from what I can tell, I think it’s close.” He glances at the screen and chuckles. “I know. Massive, right? I’ve been dying to know what he feels like…”
Keigo sticks his tongue out, teasing the viewers with a knowing look, and licks the very tip of the dildo. Enji watches with bated breath as Keigo plants his mouth on the very top and sucks.
“Mmmm…”
The water swishes as Enji shifts and he can feel himself getting harder, as if Keigo’s the one sucking him off. His entire body is white-hot just hearing Keigo moan again, not as desperate as before, but more satisfied.
When Keigo slips off, he leers into the camera. “It’s not fair. I wanted to taste him, too.”
Enji can’t resist. He reaches for his hard cock under the water, stroking himself as Keigo continues to lick a stripe on every side of the dildo. When he slides the thing into his mouth, attempting to swallow and suck, Enji groans and strokes himself faster, using the foam to make things slippery.
“Fuck. It’s not gonna fit this way, not unless I wanna choke to death. Which I don’t. At least not today.”
Enji hears Keigo chuckle again, despite the pounding in his ears.
“But, you know… maybe it’ll fit another way.”
Keigo slips out of his underwear and scoots back against the headboard. He spreads his legs and reaches for the small bottle on his nightstand. There’s a part of Enji that just wants to burst into Keigo’s bedroom and replace Mr. Darcy, but that’s insane, so he just stares as Keigo pours lube over his fingers and starts to stretch himself open.
“You’re all eager, huh?” Keigo says as a wall of tokens starts raining on screen. He takes the dildo and presses the tip against his hole.
“Oh god, it’s been a while. I’m so fucking tight right now. You gotta be gentle, okay? Just push in nice and slow.”
Enji isn’t sure if Keigo is talking to himself or to his viewers, but for now he’s going to pretend the message is for him. He pictures that the dildo pushing into Keigo is him and even though he’s only an inch or so in, he can imagine Keigo’s body adjusting just by the sounds of his moans.
“Oh fuck. I know it’s a tight fit but you can’t be too patient, otherwise that’ll drive me crazy. The more you slide in, the more my body will give in to you, so just keep…going…until—ngh!”
The dildo is halfway inside him and Keigo rolls his eyes back, and Enji almost does the same, dizzy with pleasure.
“Fuck, ah! I—I accidentally t-tripped the p-power button.” Keigo bucks his hips up, legs shaking as he thrusts the dildo in and out him. There’s a soft buzzing noise beneath his labored breathing. “Ohmygod, that’s so, so good.”
Enji grabs onto the ledge of the tub with one hand and grips, arousal nearly overtaking him.
“Can this thing go any—oh god yesyesyes.”
Keigo moans so loudly that Enji can hear him through the walls.
“Look—how easily…ah, god. Fuck. I want it just like this, so fucking badly. I want to be fucked just like this. Can you handle that, big guy?”
There’s water splashing everywhere. Enji is nearly gasping from pleasure. He slumps forward and immediately hears something drop into the water.
He should have known this would happen.
Groaning, Enji reaches for his phone. There’s a white screen frozen in place when he pulls it out of the water and his heart sinks.
“Great.” As steadily as he can, Enji climbs out of the tub, knocking his glass of wine over. He groans again because luck doesn’t seem to be on his side right now. He drains the tub and cleans the spilled wine and bathwater from the floor, deposits the dirty towels into the hamper, and grabs a new towel from the cabinets.
When he goes to wrap it around his waist, he realizes he’s still pretty hard. Great.
He imagines Keigo is still streaming so he’ll have to take care of it himself. He rushes out of the bathroom and heads for his room.
“Enji?”
Enji stops as he’s turning the knob and spins around, so flustered he almost drops his towel and scrambles to keep it on him. “Keigo.”
Keigo is sans mask, but his underwear is back on. “Did you catch any of the show?”
Enji gulps and finds himself having a really hard time having a simple conversation, so he just nods yes. Keigo smiles, pleased, and glances at the towel that Enji’s trying to hold up.
“Do you wanna take care of that alone?” Keigo purrs.
Enji blushes. “Are you…offering your assistance?”
Keigo giggles and opens his door wide. He doesn’t say anything—he doesn’t need to. He only needs to flash Enji a flirty grin, turn around, and walk away, and Enji follows him into the room without a second thought.
It’s funny. He’s so used to being in charge. Taking initiative. It’s both strange and oddly liberating to be led by someone else, especially one he loves and trusts so deeply.
“C’mere, big guy,” Keigo says, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.
Enji walks over and stands in front of him. He still hasn’t let go of the towel, clinging to it out of decorum, but when Keigo tugs at it, he realizes he’s also probably doing it out of embarrassment.
“Can I peek?” Keigo asks sweetly.
Enji reluctantly lets the towel drop, blushing madly. “I think you overestimated. I’m nowhere near the size of Mr. Darcy.”
“Oh?” Keigo wraps his fingers around his cock and Enji goes rigid, not only at his touch, but at the dazed expression on his face. “Does that mean I can fit you in my mouth and suck this amazing cock of yours?”
Enji bites back a whimper. He can feel his fingers trembling as Keigo circles his tongue around his cockhead, licking the precum off. He’s meticulous and slow, and it takes every bit of strength to keep from fucking his mouth. When Keigo finally takes him and sucks, Enji almost doubles over.
“Hrrnggh,” Enji groans, reaching to clutch Keigo’s hair. Keigo is merciless as he sucks him off, hand moving to stroke him every time he slides off. At the speed he’s going, Enji isn’t going to last long at all. “Keigo….I’m already really close.”
Keigo pulls off and scoots onto the bed until he’s sitting against the headboard. “Then come here.”
Enji doesn’t wait. He clambers onto the bed and crawls over to Keigo, slamming their lips together in a fervent kiss. Keigo moans into his mouth, wrapping his arms around Enji’s neck and pulling him close.
“I’ve got condoms in the drawer,” Keigo murmurs.
Enji knows that if he even stops for a second, his brain will find a way to derail this moment, so he moves quickly. He reaches for the drawer and fishes out a condom while Keigo slips out of his underwear. By the time he fits a condom over himself, Keigo’s laying back, his legs spread, waiting for Enji to come to him.
“Kiss me,” Keigo orders, both arms outstretched toward him.
Enji obeys, climbing on top of him and kissing him, tasting the salt from fresh tears on Keigo’s lips. He drinks every drop, hoping to show Keigo that he’ll always be there for him; he’ll always take care of him; and he’ll always love him.
“Please,” Keigo begs, gently pushing him off and parting his legs even wider. “Enji, please.”
Enji sits up between Keigo’s legs, rubbing the tip of his cock between Keigo’s thighs. It’s easy pushing in given Keigo’s preparation and he can feel Keigo clamping around him, and Enji almost collapses from the pleasure.
“Come on, baby. Give it to me.” Keigo hooks his legs around Enji’s waist, helping him along, and Enji gasps as he slides in.
“Oh my god, keep going,” Keigo whimpers, gripping the bed sheets. Enji is only halfway in as he starts to thrust, pulling a string of eager “yesyesyes” from Keigo’s lips. He slowly fucks him, savoring the feel of Keigo’s body, until he can finally bottom out.
“It’s in,” Enji murmurs, holding tightly onto Keigo’s hips.
Keigo peeks at him with one eye. “All the way?”
“Mmhm.”
“Good. Now fuck me and don’t hold back.”
— — —
A week flies by. Enji wakes up more often than not with Keigo nuzzling under his chin. He doesn’t leave the apartment without peppering Keigo with kisses while Keigo whines about how he wants to sleep some more. When he comes home every evening, he’s greeted with little love notes Keigo’s left all over the fridge door.
It’s a wonderful feeling.
The only thing that’s missing is sharing it with the people they love. Enji asked Keigo to keep the relationship a secret for now because there’s something he needs to do first: talk to Touya.
Touya deserves to know first.
“So, you and Keigo, huh?” Touya drains his high ball. Enji invited him to have a drink at the bar before his date with Keigo, thinking that maybe he can join them for dumplings, but there’s a look of disinterest on his oldest son’s face as if the news doesn’t shock or please him in the least. “Alright. Is that all?”
“I—yes.” Enji shifts and takes a sip of his bourbon. “You don’t seem surprised.”
Touya scoffs and shakes his head. “Were you expecting me to be surprised?”
“I was expecting some sort of reaction.”
Touya swivels in his stool and gives Enji a playful eye roll. “Keigo’s cute, super sweet, and intelligent. He’s got a great personality and he’s funny. Of course you fell for him. Who wouldn’t?”
Enji frowns. “Yes. I suppose you have a point.”
“And then there’s you,” Touya says, taking Enji’s glass and finishing it off for him. “Staunch and serious. Hard to read. Dependable. Determined. Powered by ambition but grounded by your mistakes.” Touya looks at him dead in the eye and Enji shudders. “You care deeply about people. You’re strong. Humble after years of trying to uproot your pride. Of course he fell for you, dad. He’d be an idiot not to.”
“Touya.” Enji presses his lips together as his chest wells with emotion. If there’s one thing he’s ever wanted, it’s Touya’s support. His forgiveness. His blessing. And maybe he’s always had it, but hearing it directly from his son makes him happier than anyone can know. “Thank you.”
“Thank you for telling me first,” Touya says, standing and pulling his wallet out to leave a few notes of yen under an empty glass. “I really am happy for you and Keigo. And don’t worry, I’ve already given him the shovel talk. Numerous times.”
Enji blinks. “I—appreciate that. I think.”
Touya laughs and gives Enji’s shoulder a squeeze before walking away. He probably should have told Touya not to tell any of the family before he can chat with them, but it’s too late for that now. He’s probably already texting Natsuo this second.
“Here you go,” the bartender says, dropping a new glass of bourbon in front of him.
“Oh.” Enji doesn’t remember ordering another glass. He really shouldn't have another given their reservation is in a few minutes. “Sorry, I think you made a mistake.”
The bartender smiles and shakes his head. “No, this was meant for you.”
“But, I didn’t order another round.”
“It’s on me,” a familiar voice says and when Enji turns, Keigo is taking the vacant seat Touya left behind. “Figured an old man like you could use some company.”
He’s wearing a suit today. Sans jacket, but Enji doesn’t think he needs it because Keigo’s got such a great figure. He’s being particularly coy tonight, pretending that Enji is a stranger he’s trying to pick up. Normally, Enji would be intimidated, but he knows he’s going home with him at the end of the night anyway.
“Hmm,” Enji says, drinking his bourbon. “Do I look like I could use company from a teenage pretty boy who likes to spend their parents’ money on strangers?”
Keigo’s jaw drops. “Teenage—I am twenty-two, sir.”
“Adult-in-training then.”
Keigo snorts in order to hide his laughter. “Excuse you? I don’t have to sit here and be insulted by someone who lived through the Meiji period.” Keigo gets up to leave and when Enji doesn’t stop him, he promptly sits back down. “Aren’t you going to stop me?”
Enji smiles behind his glass. “You’re free to do whatever you want. I knew you’d come back.”
That earns him a pout and a slap on the thigh, but then Keigo is chuckling and latching onto his arm. “You don’t mind being stuck with me forever?”
Enji leans over and plants a soft kiss on his lips. “Mind? It's non-negotiable.”