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The stiff leather of the couch had never felt so comfortable. It didn't matter how many times he'd heard it, Kiryu's singing voice never ceased to amaze Majima. He loved how seriously Kiryu took karaoke, the beautiful sound of the soft and soothing voice he'd use subconsciously lulling him to sleep at times.
This was one of those times. Majima laid on his side with his chin resting in his palm, eye only slightly open as he gazed a look of adoration at his partner. He almost wanted to complain when the song was over, to whine about how he wanted to hear more of Kiryu's singing, but forgot all about it when Kiryu lowered the microphone and flashed him a warm smile.
"You seem sleepy," Kiryu walked over to sit next to Majima.
"Can't help it, yer singin's still amazin as ever," Majima yawned midway through his sentence.
"Are you going next round?" Kiryu asked.
"Nah. Sing me some more good shit, Kiryu-chan."
"I told you that was the last song before I started it."
Majima let out a defeated sigh, pouting and sitting up to look over at Kiryu, "Too tired to sing," he murmured, resting his weight against Kiryu's shoulder. Kiryu brought a hand to Majima's hair, combing it back with his fingers only for it to fall right back into place, "Do you want to go home?"
"Nah. You made me tired, it's only fair ya wake me up now, ain't it?" Majima smirked, snaking a hand across Kiryu's lap to stroke him through his grey suit pants.
"You mean... You want it now? Here?" Kiryu lowered his voice, making Majima laugh to himself. He couldn't help but find Kiryu's innocence adorable. Instead of answering, Majima fumbled with Kiryu's belt, sliding off the couch to nestle himself between Kiryu's thighs. Kiryu helped him remove his pants and boxers, and Majima was somewhat surprised to see Kiryu already at a semi.
"Just keep it down, I don't want to get banned from here," Kiryu huffed, annoyed but used to Majima's behaviour at this point. Majima flicked his tongue against the tip and pressed his cheek against Kiryu's dick, admiring the feeling of it hardening and pulsing against his touch. A satisfied smile spread across his face, tongue prodding out of his mouth to lick a stripe from base to tip. Majima took him between his lips, tonguing at the foreskin and gripping him at the base. Majima hollowed his cheeks and took him further, his lips meeting the leather of his glove before dragging back to the tip and sliding back down again. Kiryu leaned back into the couch, spreading his legs wider to make space for Majima.
Majima pulled off of Kiryu's length, letting it rest against his face between his nose and eyepatch, "I'm tired'a waiting, I want it now, Kiryu-chan," Majima whined, licking at the tip again. Kiryu opened his mouth to reply but froze when the telephone by the door began to ring. Kiryu shot Majima a look, and got up to answer the phone.
"Your time is almost up. Would you like to extend your session for another 1000 yen?"
"Extend my time."
"Your time has been extended. Enjoy the rest of your session!"
Kiryu hung up the phone, returning to the couch. Majima was trying to free himself from the leather pants he always insisted weren't too tight, the waistband stuck at his mid-thighs. He gave Kiryu an apologetic grin, which turned into a smug smile as Kiryu yanked his pants down, "Yer so good to me, Kazzy," Majima said, relieved that Kiryu didn't choose to end things when the phone rang.
"I'm not extending it again, so make it quick," Kiryu replied. Majima kicked his pants off from around his ankles and dropped back to his knees, fishing a condom out of the pocket of his discarded pants and handing it to Kiryu. Majima wasted no time, taking Kiryu's member into his mouth and sucking on the swollen head, eyebrows furrowing in concentration. Majima slid a hand between his thighs, stroking himself briefly before prodding at his hole, shoving two fingers in. Majima let his eye fall shut, enjoying the initial burning sensation as he focused on both scissoring himself open and fucking his throat on Kiryu's dick.
Once he'd gotten the condom out of the wrapper, Kiryu slid his free hand onto the side of Majima's face, squishing his thumb against his cheek, "That's enough. You want it now, don't you?" Majima let himself be pulled off Kiryu's cock and into a kiss. Kiryu rolled the condom down his length and tried to pull Majima closer, hoping he'd get the hint. Majima climbed into his lap, rutting his leaking cock against Kiryu's and leaning deeper into the kiss. Majima added a third finger inside himself and thrust his fingers in deeper as Kiryu took control of the kiss, forcing his tongue into his mouth and tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth. Kiryu moved his hands from Majima's face to his ass, gripping the soft flesh with bruising pressure and spreading his asshole further.
"Kiryu-chan~" Majima moaned against Kiryu's lips as he pulled out his fingers, "I want it so bad... Give it to me now."
"Go on, you know how to ask for it," Kiryu teased, pulling Majima forwards and sliding his cock between his asscheeks, "If you don't ask nicely, I won't give it to you."
Majima whined impatiently, trying desperately to grind against him, "P... Please... Please give it to me, Kiryu-chan..."
"Hmm... Promise to be quiet?"
"Yes! Now q-quit makin' me beg for it n' gimme what I-" Majima cut himself off with a gasp as Kiryu abruptly slid into him. Majima gripped a fistful of Kiryu's red shirt, resting his face against his exposed chest as Kiryu rolled his hips into him.
"Kiryu~" Majima mewled, biting his tongue to stay quiet as Kiryu fucked into him just a bit too fast. Kiryu lifted him slightly and adjusted his position, pushing him back down and lifting him up in time with his thrusts. Squeaks of pleasure slipped from Majima's lips, his free hand reaching down to stroke himself.
"I didn't say you can touch yourself," Kiryu said sternly, not giving Majima a chance to reply or stop before bucking his hips against him at least twice as hard as before. Majima sunk his teeth into the fabric of Kiryu's shirt, his grip on his dick tightening as Kiryu slammed into him with enough force to rock him forwards. Kiryu took hold of Majima's chin, tilting it upwards to force him to look at him. Majima's eye screwed shut, his lips pressed tightly into a line as he struggled to keep quiet.
"Cute," he said, planting a kiss against his lips when he opened his mouth to protest. Majima moaned into Kiryu's mouth, resting his hands on his shoulders and pushing his ass back against him. Kiryu ghosted a trail of kisses down Majima's neck and slid his snakeskin jacket off his shoulders, leaving shy marks along his collarbones. Kiryu gripped his sides, turning and pushing him onto his back. Kiryu grabbed his leg and hung it over his shoulder, twisting him onto his side slightly. As soon as he started to move his hips again, Majima let out a high squeal, his back arching as Kiryu returned to his previous pace.
"Shh," Kiryu placed a hand on top of Majima's, "I told you to keep it down."
"You know you didn't actually expect me to," Majima teased. Kiryu reached for the music panel, blindly selecting anything he hoped would drown out Majima's noises. Somewhat relieved to hear the loud and upbeat instrumental of Zetsubouchou Pride, Kiryu grabbed Majima's hip to make sure he wouldn't fall off the couch and sped up his movements. Majima's grip on his hand tightened, hips shifting in an attempt to get Kiryu to hit his sweet spot more directly. His hips stilled and his eye widened, his face twisting in pleasure as his jaw slowly dropped.
"Right there," he whimpered, his eye falling shut and his breath quickening. Kiryu let go of his hip to wrap a hand around Majima's cock, hastily jerking him off as he neared his own climax. Unlike Kiryu, Majima wasn't quiet at all when he hit his high, unashamedly groaning Kiryu's name like he didn't care if all of Kamurocho heard. Hot ropes of cum stretched across his tattooed chest, slowly dripping down his side as he tried to catch his breath.
Kiryu pulled out, leaning forward to press a kiss against Majima's forehead as he pulled off and tied the condom. The phone began to ring again, Kiryu dressing himself as fast as he could with one hand and throwing the condom in the bin on the way to the phone.
"Your time is up. Please bring the microphones and check to the front before you leave."
Kiryu hung up the phone, returning to the couch to see Majima still laying in the same position he left him in.
"Feeling awake now?" Kiryu pulled out a pack of pocket tissues, sitting by Majima to wipe him clean.
"Nah, I'm fuckin' exhausted now," Majima sat up once Kiryu'd finished cleaning him, putting his pants back on. Kiryu sighed, although he expected no less. Majima slid on his jacket once he was done with the pants, "If anything, I think I'll need ya ta carry me home after all that~"
Kiryu reached an arm under his knees and wrapped the other around him, effortlessly lifting him up and carrying him to the door, "Alright, let's go."
"H-Hey, you know I didn't actually mean it! Put me down! Put me down, Kiryu-chan!"