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“What the fuck is this,” Kuko asked, picking a bottle of foundation up from Jyushi’s vanity.
“Foundation…?” Jyushi replied, unsure if he actually wanted an answer or if this was just one of those instances where Kuko just… said things for the sake of saying them. Either way, he just shrugged and put the bottle back, opting to pick up a tube of mascara instead.
“The hell is this?”
“Mascara… Kuko-san, you just watched me put that on…” Jyushi tore his eyes away from his own reflection to look at him. Kuko unscrewed the cap and pulled the brush out, inspecting it as if he expected it to sprout a face and talk to him if he stared at it hard enough. Then he returned that to the vanity as well, tracing his fingers along one of Jyushi’s many eyeshadow palettes.
“How do you even know what all this stuff is,” he mumbled, frowning at a tube of lip gloss.
“It’s not that hard… that’s primer,” Jyushi said as Kuko knocked a tube of cheap primer over.
“You’ve been putting stuff in your face forever ,” Kuko groaned, sidling in between the vanity and Jyushi’s chair and unceremoniously scooting onto his lap. “Ain’t you done yet?”
“I don’t think I have any other choice but to be done,” Jyushi let out a world-weary sigh, but he wrapped his arms around Kuko’s waist. It wasn’t like they had anywhere to be on time, so he supposed his eyebrows could wait. A grin cut across Kuko’s face, impish and sharp at the edges with the realization he was getting his way.
“You got anything that leaves marks?”
“... Huh?”
“Like lipstick shit or whatever,” Kuko twisted in his lap, pointedly scanning the vanity for either one of those things. “I wanna do something.”
Jyushi reached behind him and reluctantly opened one of the vanity drawers. He’d learned the hard way that Kuko usually had something weird in mind when he spoke vaguely like this. (Sometimes even slightly illegal, but he chose to believe that the incident at that host club was just a one time thing.) After some fumbling, he pulled out a tube of lipstick he knew had an unparalleled ability to indefinitely stain anything it touched.
Kuko snatched it from his fingers before he could blink. Still awkwardly wrung around in Jyushi’s lap, he twisted the lipstick up way further than was necessary and applied it with surprising accuracy. Well, he did always have a steady hand, didn’t he? He turned back around, and his grin looked somehow wider than usual, lined as it now was in dark burgundy. It wasn’t quite his shade but it framed his teeth beautifully and still managed to make him look striking– Jyushi made a mental note to do his makeup properly sometime.
Sometime– because right now, Kuko seemed to have a plan, and judging by the look in his eyes, Jyushi was about to find out exactly what that plan was. Kuko grabbed his face and abruptly pressed a kiss to his cheek, hard. He pulled away almost as fast as he’d come in, and he must have been pleased with whatever result he saw, because he came back full force on Jyushi’s other cheek.
“Kuko–” His sentence teetered off into a pathetic little sigh as Kuko found his next target: Jyushi’s mouth. It was less rough than the treatment his cheeks had gotten, and he lingered long enough for Jyushi to lace his fingers together at the small of Kuko’s back and angle his chin up into a proper kiss. Kuko took that as an invitation to catch Jyushi’s lower lip between his teeth, because Kuko was tactless and couldn’t keep things sweet for more than five seconds. Kuko let him go and Jyushi used his newfound freedom to put on a pout. The smile he got in return wasn’t apologetic in the slightest– it was more of a sneer than anything.
“Heh,” Kuko’s smudged mouth curled up in a way that almost read as predatory. “This is fun. Is this what you feel like all the time?”
“I guess…?” Jyushi shrugged. He had to admit that leaving perfect little imprints of his lips on Kuko’s face was fun, but he had a feeling that Kuko was enjoying this in a way that was more… Well, Kuko. Something in the way he looked at him felt proprietary, like Jyushi was some kind of trophy. Another kiss low on his cheek, his jawline, one on his pulse that was more teeth than lips. His gaze was appraising when he pulled back again. Admiring his own work, probably. Kuko tended to do stuff like that, leave a mark and then assess it afterwards, making sure it was just visible enough for other people to know that Jyushi was taken.
Jyushi had fussed about how to cover hickeys on multiple occasions, it was so embarrassing when people pointed it out or asked. Although whenever he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror and saw the speckles of pink and purple, he didn’t mind. Not at all. He kind of liked the reminder that Kuko fancied him enough to ward other people away with a mark. Liked knowing that Kuko wanted him all to himself.
The feeling of being wanted was a really, really nice one.
“It’s wearing off,” Kuko grumbled and reached for the lipstick again. He’d left it cap-less and all twisted up on the vanity, which Jyushi almost complained about, but right now, letting Kuko do whatever he had in mind was more important than proper care of a lipstick he hardly ever used anyway.
Apparently, Kuko didn’t need the mirror this time. The lines of his mouth were smudged already, it didn’t really matter if he coloured outside the lines. He somehow didn’t. He just kept his eyes intently locked on Jyushi’s as he pressed the tip to his lips a little harder than he needed to. It was a wonder it didn’t snap off.
Jyushi tilted his chin up expectantly but Kuko was clearly more interested in his neck, barely even gracing Jyushi’s mouth on his way down. He was disappointed for all of two seconds before he felt Kuko’s lips against his skin, mouth closing in the crook of his neck. No warning, no preamble, and Jyushi gasped as Kuko latched on to him, wet and hot and all teeth and tongue. He knew it was useless to try and wiggle his fingers under Kuko’s shirt from the back, so he let his hands slide onto his ass instead. Jyushi was still getting used to this whole ‘letting his hands wander’ thing, most of the time he kind of forgot what to do with them (Remembering how to do anything other than aimless grasping when he was at the mercy of Kuko’s mouth could be difficult) but Kuko had very clearly expressed that Jyushi could touch him however and wherever he wanted, and got grumpy if he didn’t. It was only fair for Jyushi to give as good as he got. Plus, the curve of Kuko’s ass fit perfectly in his palms, and it yielded softly under his fingers as he pulled Kuko closer.
The gesture must have been appreciated, because he briefly felt a grin against his neck before Kuko bit down and sucked his skin into his mouth. It was embarrassing, the noise he made– too quiet to be a moan but too desperate to be a sigh and it just made Kuko go at it with even more enthusiasm, drawing another noise out of him with his teeth. Heat prickled under his skin as Kuko’s hands dragged down his chest. His fingers caught on the hem of his collar, a wide V-neck that gave way easily with Kuko’s help, stretching almost halfway down his chest. Kuko didn’t waste any time covering the newly exposed skin with his mouth. Jyushi shivered with every kiss pressed to his chest, and it skittered pleasantly through him, down his spine and his groin. Jyushi shifted. Skin-tight faux leather wasn’t exactly famous for hiding a whole lot.
“Hey, Jyushi.” Kuko let the collar slip from his fingers as he leaned back, fingers dangerously close to his crotch. His mouth was a mess, warm purple smudges around his lips, on his chin and even the tip of his nose. It reminded him of those wildlife pictures of lions where they hovered open-mawed over their prey. Jyushi could only imagine what he looked like, dishevelled and stained. “Jyushi,” Kuko said again. “Let me suck your dick.”
At this point, he probably shouldn’t be surprised. Kuko was brusque at the best of times, but that request made Jyushi’s brain go blank for a second.
They hadn’t gone much further than hickeys and clumsy handjobs. He stared at Kuko’s mouth– even without the lipstick, he’d wondered what it felt like in other places than his neck. Maybe he’d tentatively come in his own hand thinking about it and immediately felt a hot wash of shame with the clarity that came afterwards, along with a set of beady little eyes boring into his back. Amanda knew. She always knew.
Jyushi wanted this. He knew he wanted this even before Kuko suggested it, which might be the reason why it felt like his face ignited when his brain finally processed his words.
“C’mon,” Kuko scooted backwards with a grin. “Yes or no.”
Jyushi couldn’t look at him as he nodded yes.
Kuko scuttled off of his lap and dropped to his knees without missing a beat, and the smile he flashed up at Jyushi before placing his hands on his knees and pushing them apart was one of victory. Jyushi thought he knew how it would feel to have Kuko crouch between his legs, given how many times he’d imagined it. He realized all at once that he absolutely didn’t, and his fantasies had not prepared him for this in the slightest. God, in his head none of it had been this nerve-wracking.
Kuko on the other hand, nestled between his thighs without a trace of hesitation. There was no apprehension in the way he jostled the belt buckle either. As Kuko pulled the zipper down and teased one finger in between warm skin and the elastic of his boxers, a very strange mix of anxiety and arousal coiled in Jyushi’s stomach. He felt his heart in his throat, anticipating and nervous, swaying violently between wanting Kuko to stop and wanting him to hurry up.
“Hey,” Kuko tugged at an arm Jyushi didn’t remember raising. “You good?”
Jyushi peeked at him through his fingers. “Yeah?” he croaked, and it didn’t sound convincing at all.
Kuko pulled his hands back, resting them just on the inside of Jyushi’s thighs. He couldn’t quite make sense of the simultaneous relief and disappointment.
“I’m just nervous?” he wasn’t sure why it came out like a question. “I don’t know what to do with my face.”
Kuko cocked an eyebrow. “Look at me? Duh.”
“What if I make a weird face,” Jyushi mumbled as the thought hit him. “Or a weird noise, or–”
He cut off when Kuko leaned his head against his thigh with a smile that was all sharp edges and mischievous energy. “That’s what I want, though.”
Jyushi blinked, another flush of heat washing over his cheeks. Pressing his face into his palms, he let out a whine. This was so embarrassing when he couldn’t hide in the crook of Kuko’s neck.
“I don’t know what that means, dude.” Kuko said, hands still very still on the inside of his thighs. “You gonna let me do this or nah?”
Kuko’s hands were so close. Kuko was so close. Could be closer still, if Jyushi gave him a green light. He took a breath and nodded slowly, once. Then again, almost frantically.
He felt Kuko shift, felt his thumb inch a little closer to the lines of his dick. “Stop hiding, then. I wanna see you. And hear you. All that good stuff.”
Trying and failing not to wince, Jyushi peeled his hands away, awkwardly resting them in fists on his own knees. “Good boy,” Kuko flashed him a smile like the glint of a knife– the lipstick really did make his mouth look wider. Jyushi’s hands twitched at the offhanded praise and he dug his nails into his palms to keep them from flying back up to his face. Kuko’s fingers found their way back to his waistband, pushing his pants and underwear down just enough to coax his dick out.
Before he had the time to even consider getting nervous again, Kuko gently curled his fingers around the base of his cock and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the shaft. Jyushi’s breath caught in his throat. There was something like the hint of a smirk on Kuko’s lips and, really, didn’t he seem a little too happy about this whole situation?
Jyushi couldn’t help the strangled little noise he made as Kuko opened his mouth and licked slowly up his entire length, looking up at him with an expression that felt like a victory lap. He parted his lips and pressed the tip of his tongue to the head and boy, that made something interesting coil in Jyushi’s gut. Without any further preamble, Kuko took him into his mouth and there was nothing, absolutely nothing Jyushi could have done to prepare himself for that sensation.
“Nnh,” he bit down on his lower lip hard enough to hurt. Kuko’s eyes flicked up, glinting with something like joyful mischief as he ran his tongue along the underside and slid Jyushi’s cock further into his mouth. Kuko hummed, low and pleased-sounding, and the vibrations made Jyushi uselessly grasp at his shoulders.
“Kuko,” he breathed when Kuko stilled for a second, giving him a moment of respite before swallowing around him. “Hah–” He didn’t mean to pull his hair. It just sort of happened, and Kuko looked about as surprised as he was, wide-eyed as Jyushi’s hips rocked involuntarily forward. His brain caught up just a second too late, and he jerked his hand away from Kuko’s hair.
“Oh my god. Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t–” Jyushi panicked as Kuko wiped saliva from his mouth with his free hand.
“‘s fine,” he rasped. “Just warn me next time, yeah?” With that, Kuko took him back into his mouth, sliding down as far as he could as if nothing had happened.
“Ah– I… Okay,” Jyushi said breathlessly, coherent words quickly crumbling under Kuko’s tongue. He threaded his fingers back into his hair, cautious and intentional this time. It was meant to be a soothing gesture, he really was sorry– but Kuko hollowed his cheeks and pulled back, sucking hard – and Jyushi’s gentle touch turned into a fist. Kuko moaned around his dick, sinking down and pulling back again, and a breathy, high pitched whine wrung itself out of Jyushi’s throat as his mind fizzled out into nothing and he came, sputtering into the wet heat of Kuko’s mouth.
Kuko took all of it. He looked dazed as he pulled back, a string of saliva clinging to his lips for as long as gravity would let it. Jyushi reached down and ran his thumb across his lower lip, gently wiping away the excess.
“I didn’t mean to pull your hair so hard,” he said softly, voice distant to his own ears. He felt so light.
“That was hot as shit,” Kuko smiled against the pad of his thumb. Most of the lipstick had worn off, leaving a messy outline that Jyushi traced with his finger. As soon as Kuko tucked him back into his pants and got to his feet, Jyushi stood up to clumsily corner him against the vanity. Kuko blinked at him once, owlishly as Jyushi reached behind him, makeup products clattering on the table surface and knocking against each other as Jyushi pushed them aside.
“Up,” Jyushi whispered as the lipstick he was covered in rolled off the edge and fell to the floor.
“Are you doing that thing of yours right now?” Kuko asked, hopping up on the vanity in one quick motion, spreading his legs to let Jyushi step between them.
“No…?” Jyushi tilted his head to the side. “Do you want me to?”
Kuko blinked, and his face turned a shade slightly closer to that of his hair. Then he shrugged. “Sure. Yeah, whatever. Fuck me up with with your warrior of chaos shit.”
Ah… Who was he to deny Kuko what he wanted now, after what he’d just given him? Jyushi briefly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the fourteenth moon rose along with his eyelids.
“Very well,” he said, voice low as he slid his palms up Kuko’s thighs. “You’ve let me feel the divine bliss of your mouth. I will return the favor in any way you wish.”
He wasn’t sure if he could match Kuko’s mouth if he wanted the same in return, but he would try. Gag reflex be damned, he would try. Leaning in close enough to brush his lips against the shell of his ear, he slid his palm over Kuko’s crotch. It seemed that sucking Jyushi off really did do it for him. “Whisper your desires to me and I will bend to your every whim, as long as it is within my grasp to grant you.”
Kuko groaned, somewhere between an annoyed grunt and a moan. “Just… just touch me, Jyushi.”
“Ah. I will gladly lend you my hands,” Jyushi breathed, diligently wiggling his fingers into the warm space between waistband and hip. He tugged, and Kuko lifted himself enough for Jyushi to pull it down. Pressing a feather-light kiss to the junction where Kuko’s jaw met his neck, he wrapped a hand around him. He was so hard, even though Jyushi hadn’t done anything for him but come in his mouth.
Kuko tilted his head invitingly to the side, and Jyushi was more than happy to take that invitation. He closed his mouth against the hot skin as he swiped his thumb under the head of Kuko’s dick. It earned him a sharp inhale, which Jyushi took as his cue to latch on to his neck as if he intended to draw blood. He wouldn’t, of course, but almost, just enough to bruise. A mark to match the one on his own neck. Kuko made a lovely little noise and Jyushi relished in the way it hitched with the rhythm of his strokes. He gradually stopped his onslaught on Kuko’s neck, pulling back up to whisper in his ear.
“Master Kuko… Your mouth drew out a chord my voice has never sung before. Please let me hear you sing as well. Every breath, every gasp, let me have it. Let me hear the tune of your unbridled bliss.”
“Jyushi, what the fuck ,” Kuko panted, the ‘fuck’ breaking off into a moan as he haphazardly slung an arm around Jyushi’s shoulders. Jyushi used his free hand to tilt his chin up, and swallowed Kuko’s next mewl with his tongue.
“ Let me see you unravel ,” he whispered against Kuko’s half-open mouth.
With a soul-deep groan, Kuko did– spilling warm and messy and beautiful in his hand. Jyushi absent-mindedly petted his hair as Kuko came down, muttering praises that got less and less extravagant as he let the moon slip away, but no less genuine.
“I’m going to hell,” Kuko eventually mumbled into his shoulder, and he sounded incredibly content with that fact. Jyushi should probably say something about that, but before he could panic about it, Kuko lifted his head and kissed him. Soft and way sweeter than anything he’d come to expect, especially now. He instinctively reached up to cradle his face, narrowly avoiding smearing Kuko’s own come on his cheeks when his brain reminded him that his hands were, in fact, absolutely filthy.
“Ah, hold on–” Jyushi pulled back. “I need to wipe my hands…”
Kuko made a vaguely affirmative grunt and grabbed his wrist. He lifted Jyushi’s sticky fingers to his face, and it didn’t register to him what Kuko was doing until it was too late. And so he just watched, astonished as his fingers disappeared into Kuko’s mouth. Kuko moved slowly, lazily running his tongue between and around his fingers, lapping off every last drop of himself.
“There,” he said after sliding his lips off with a wet pop. “Squeaky clean.”
“You didn’t have to– I have wipes , Kuko-san.” Jyushi sputtered, still kind of lost in a stupor. Kuko just shrugged and nestled his face back into his shoulder.
“The fuck you gonna do about it. Nothing’s what.”
Well, Jyushi couldn't really argue with that. He couldn’t exactly ask Kuko to put it back. With a sigh, he wrapped his arms around Kuko’s waist.
“Hey, Jyushi.”
“Hmm?”
“You should do my makeup next time. I wanna fuck up a masterpiece.”
Jyushi smiled and nodded into his hair. Kuko didn’t need to know he’d thought about that already.