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“Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common clay,
I had climbed higher heights unclimbed yet, seen the fuller air, the larger day.”
Sighing, Kakucho turned the meaningless poetry book from some random European poet face-down onto the coffee table and ran his fingers through his freshly cut hair. It’d been a few hours since Izana left their shared apartment complex without bothering to say a word to him. It wasn’t that he was angry at Izana, it wasn’t something possible according to his past experiences.
He glared at the mechanical clock on the wall, the vane hit twelve as he did that. A not-so-sudden wave of worry warmed his chest, he started to chew the inside of his cheek. He knew he had to remain calm because it was Izana, he did shit like this all the time. He would randomly disappear into the dead of the night, then come back completely drunk, hair out of place and mostly horny, if not always. Again, he did not care about any of fucked up things he did when he was out, he’d even memorized a lot of different men’s perfume scents from Izana’s clothes and body. But not only did that not bother him, it made him feel a bit proud; for being the one who Izana returns to the bed of, no matter how many different men he fucks. The situation was kind of pitiful for him when put into words, but it was their thing, Kakucho didn’t mind.
One other thing to note, it was August 14 that day, Shinichiro’s death anniversary; so Izana’s sudden disappearance was not that unreasonable.
Man, Kakucho hated August 14.
It was nothing about Izana’s big brother dying that day, but was about Izana completely changing for that one day, once in a year. He’s always been overly melancholic that day, rightfully, but him leaving the house in late hours and getting black out drunk wasn’t something Kakucho’s quite fond of. He absolutely did and would worship Izana, even if he had those days once in a week instead of a year, but this side of him scared Kakucho to death.
He got distracted from these thoughts by a rattling noise of a key from around the outer door, he rushed there in the blink of an eye, it was definitely Izana. He then heard the soft laughter of his lover from out of the door, his heart sank into his chest. He pulled the door towards himself.
“Hiii!”
There he was, his petite frame leaning into the doorframe to balance itself, snow white, flowy curls curtaining the lavender coloured eyes that now have a playful glow in them and those thick, long lashes fluttering, an alluring smirk on his full lips that’d been painted with a dainty cherry colored lipstick, he almost looked like he was unintentionally seducing the man before him. His bronze skin had a perfect contrast with the white silk shirt that covered his upper body, but slightly showing his chest. There laid the pearl necklace Kakucho had bought him for his birthday last year, the vivid gemstones blinking from on Izana’s collarbones towards him under the dim light of the building’s corridor. His thighs were pressed together, revealing the deep curve of his waist connecting to his hips, the black dress pants he was wearing brought out his flawless body lines. He was wearing black platforms with ankle straps. He'd taken a sudden interest in high heels recently; it was a right choice though, they did look stunning on him.
Kakucho stood there for a long second to admire Izana. He was completely hypnotized by the man’s unsolicited beauty, even though he had seen every single little detail of him countless times, Izana still managed to mesmerize him to this day.
A pretentious pout formed on Izana’s pretty red lips. “Won’t you say hi back?”
“Hi darling,” Kakucho muttered out in a soft tone, he leaned towards the shorter man, gently grabbing his waist to pull him inside and close the door. Izana almost immediately gave in to the tender touch and left his dead weight into the arms of Kakucho, in times like these Kakucho thought it was a good thing he was pretty strong. He held Izana up with one arm, closed the door with the other; then finally took a second to look his lover in the eye. Izana fluttered his eyelashes, a hand with freshly painted red nails climbed over to the nape of Kakucho’s neck. The tan man’s hands were soft and warm, his long, slender fingers scratched around the sharp end of Kakucho’s undercut. The brunette shivered with the feeling, he felt something stir inside of his stomach like a dumb teen who’s around their crush. He reclined Izana against the door and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Welcome home.”
His lips slowly slid to Izana’s chin, then neck and shoulder blades. He knew the other man absolutely loved the way he’s showering him with all his affection; giggling and getting all flustered under his mouth. His skin smelled like men’s perfume (expected) and cheap booze (unexpected). That one little possessive voice in his head made him want to bite on Izana’s shoulder and his hands to reach lower, grab his waist tighter.
“Are you alright?” he spoke on Izana’s skin, lips brushing on his collarbones and making the white haired man shiver.
“Yeaaah, why wouldn’t I be?” Izana chuckled, his hands caressing Kakucho’s clothed back. The laughter he spilled smelled like alcohol. His hands cupped the younger man’s face and he pressed their lips into a hungry kiss before even letting him say anything; that bastard, he knew exactly how to use Kakucho’s weak spots towards him even when he was too drunk to even walk by himself properly. The brunette melted into the kisses Izana was placing over his lips and the non-stop giggling sounds he made.
Izana has always been a little childish despite him being now in his thirties, that night that was a bit different from the normal though. The usual Izana was like a spoiled brat who was used to getting everything he wanted; to be honest, Kakucho let him get everything he wanted. The usual Izana would mercilessly make fun of him all the time, leave in the middle of the night to fuck other men (probably just to make him jealous because he always somehow came back and slept with him again, telling no one can fulfill his desires like Kakucho does), torture him, not let him come for hours after he’s done with his dick. A little, twisted, dark side of him enjoyed Izana using him to his liking, whether it’s sexually or romantically. His sole existence was to please Izana and make him happy with all he’s got. The usual Izana liked being the one controlling things in the bed, doing all the work himself and that night, there was no trace of that Izana in sight.
This Izana was molding into his hands, acting like he would accept whatever treatment Kakucho was willing to give to him. He was blushing and laughing like the dumb kids they were once although that did made him a bit nostalgic this new Izana really made him afraid not knowing how many other sides were there in his beloved sweetheart.
Izana continued to pepper kisses all around his face, on his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, his chin, his nose. The lipstick was almost fully smudged now, half of it being on Kakucho’s face. Izana’s kisses had an aphrodisiac effect on his body, his mind was blurry now, he could not think straight or forsee five minutes later from that. He slowly pushed Izana’s face back, trying to catch his breath.
“Let’s get you to bed, you should be pretty tired from all that drinking.”
Izana pouted, opening his wide amethyst orbs and blinking a few times. Kakucho knew this expression, God damn it.“Won’t you fuck me though?”
He exhaled heavily. Izana asking him to get fucked with such an innocent face made his whole body shiver. He really was something else. “You’re drunk, Izana, let’s just–”
He could not make it to the end of the sentence as Izana pulled him into another heated kiss. He moaned into the older man’s mouth, wanting to say something, do something but his brain has seemed to be short circuited, he didn’t do anything but to return the kiss back. Izana’s fingers ran through Kakucho’s hair and pulled on the raven locks. His mouth was hot on the brunette’s, his soft, perky lips pushing it to make Kakucho lose his sanity.
Kakucho’s now sweaty palms grabbed Izana’s thighs and pushed his body up against the wall, making the white haired man wrap his legs around his body. Izana let out a low whine with that, pressing their bodies tighter so he could feel something, anything. He broke the kiss to breathe for a while, still holding on to the young man beneath him like his life depended on it.
“I- I- fuck,” Kakucho breathed out. Izana looked at him with that same expression on his face, lips swollen and lipstick smudged, those perfect milky straws of hair out of place, all other than that a totally innocent angel. His fingers tightened around Izana’s soft thighs to make sure he didn't fall, Kakucho squished Izana harder between his torso and the door. “Is this what you want?”
“I want you,” Izana purred into his ear, then pressed a wet kiss over there just so he could hear the filthy sound of it properly. Fucking bastard. “I want you to pound me until I forget my own name.”
It’d be okay if those words first went to Kakucho’s brain instead of his dick. But he’d always been whipped for anything Izana had and did, so it wasn’t a possibility anyway. He felt himself burning with frustration, something crazy, something primitive from inside his mind told him he did want to pound Izana until he forgets his own name.
“You do?” he whispered against Izana’s skin, he bit on his collarbone as Izana whimpered. His fingers flew over to undo the older man’s shirt’s buttons. As they slowly came off, one by one, Kakucho clawed the shirt off Izana’s shoulders, revealing his chest and stomach fully. Something caught his attention.
“Are those new?”
He glared at the jewelry that pierced through Izana’s perky nipples; a metal stick with a curled silver strand looking like the letter V, and a single shiny jewel shaped as a water droplet swinging from them. He knew Izana had his nipples pierced but he’d never seen him wear them before.
Izana almost looked embarrassed. “Yeah, I wanted to show you tonight.”
Kakucho gulped down. Izana made him weak to his knees and he really had no idea how to keep up with this aspect of his personality. Normally it was quite easy between them, Izana would tease the fuck out of him and get him flustered, then ride him till both their bodies (actually mostly Izana’s, and he had an insane sex drive too) give up. The only thing he had to do was to sit back and try not to cum just from Izana giving him a handjob. Izana would talk to him non-stop while taking his cock, degrading and praising him in the most painful ways that almost all of the time he would cry; neither of them knew if it was from overstimulation, pleasure or embarrassment. And he loved it, he absolutely adored being Izana’s little toy that he remembers to fuck sometimes, he loved the harsh words, the burningly hot kisses, the poisonous insults when he gets mad at Kakucho. He loved it all.
Breaking his thoughts, he kissed Izana’s chest, his mouth making its way to Izana’s new jewelry to have a taste of it. Izana clamped his legs on his back, heels digging in Kakucho’s hips. A loud whine came punched out of Izana’s lungs when he latched on the erect nipple that was decorated with the piercing. The cold surface of the metal slid onto his tongue as he sucked on the now reddened buds. Izana pulled on his hair harder with the sudden arousal that covered his body.
“Aah- ngh–” He cried out, Kakucho could feel him get harder as they were pressed onto each other. He knew Izana was sensitive there, he pressed wet, messy kisses that came with the intoxicating feeling the older man caused in his body, couldn’t stop himself from smiling when Izana’s helpless moans filled his ears. He balanced the lightweight body that he was holding up with one arm, his free hand tugged on the nipple that was neglected and pinched it. Izana almost shrieked with that. “N-not there- aah! It’s too much– ungh!”
Kakucho straightened his posture and kissed Izana on the lips again, it was a rushed, nasty kiss with Izana’s tongue choking up his mouth, him crying out inaudible cuss words when Kakucho tugged on his nipple. Kakucho’s knee pressed between Izana’s thighs as they kissed, the voice from inside his mind screamed that he wanted to get violent, wreck Izana completely, make him cry right then and there.
“Are you- sure?” He breathed heavily on Izana’s alcohol scented lips, holding him tighter than anyone ever could, like he was going to disappear in any second.
“You worry too much.” Izana sighed and pulled him back into the deep kiss, sucking and biting on his bottom lip. “Don’t think about it this much, just give it to me.”
His hand dropped down on Izana’s pants, trying hard to undo the belt with one hand and somehow succeeding, he pushed the soft fabric down to Izana’s knees without even looking down; God knew he would go insane if he saw his lover’s bare thighs as he was already out of his mind, acting like a fucking animal. He squeezed Izana’s ass, feeling up the soft lace panties; Izana’s liking for lingerie was something else, they looked godly on him too. He breathed deeply, questioning how he was going to survive this as Izana was still kissing him.
“Ah- let me- mngh–” Izana shut him up with another kiss, his soft laugh disappearing between their mouths. “Let me get the lube- shit- ah–”
He tried really hard to tear his body off from Izana’s as if it was physically impossible, carefully putting Izana down onto his feet. It was a worrying second because Kakucho wasn’t sure if he could stand up but he somehow managed to do it, noting that he was also wearing heels; worth of appreciation. He had no memory of how he walked away from Izana who was leaning on the wall, half naked and horny; and got to their room, found the bottle of lube and couldn’t manage to find the condoms. His crotch area was in immense pain and his brain had stopped working at that point.
“What is taking you so looong?” Izana cried out from the hall. His voice depicted that he was also in pain. “Do you not want to fuck me anymore?”
“No, it's not that, we have no condoms.” Kakucho shouted back. He walked back to the outer door to see Izana just like he left him, pants pooled around his knees, his bitemarks and some hickeys visible on his chest and neck, thighs pressed together and panting heavily.
“Ew, screw the condoms.” Izana pulled him from the collars of his shirt. His eyes widened again with that one look he put on his face when he wanted something from Kakucho. “Fuck me raw tonight?”
Kakucho almost moaned out loud when Izana said that, his legs were shaking and he could feel his whole body jerking with his heartbeat getting even faster, if it’s still possible. He held onto Izana not to fall, his fingers brushed on the warm, tan skin of his lover, making him shiver.
“I- uh, okay.” He managed to mumble out, his voice cracked. He desperately reached for Izana’s lips, softly groaning into the kiss and pushing his hand under the other man’s hips. Between kisses, Izana intertwined their fingers, stupidly smiling on Kakucho’s lips as he did that.
Kakucho broke the kiss to drop down on his knees and take off Izana’s pants completely, with a bit of struggling but still fine, he kissed his toned, smooth thighs, gently biting and sucking on them. He tried really hard not to smirk at the sight of the bite marks he had left there before, still not quite healed; painted with red and purple, making Izana’s already perfect inner thighs even prettier. He absolutely loved marking Izana up, not just for him to see, but for the other guys Izana slept with too. It sounded shitty when worded out like that but he wanted them to know the body they lay their hands on had an owner, someone always would come before them.
He held Izana’s waist and pressed another kiss on his swollen lips before turning his body around and pushing him against the door, his back facing Kakucho’s chest now. Izana whimpered something that he could not understand but pushed his hips back into Kakucho’s crotch, making him get more aroused if that’s even possible. Kakucho’s hands gripped his hips over the soft, white lace fabric in the shape of a flower bouquet, looking unreal on Izana’s flawless skin. Anything white looked so damned good on Izana that it almost made him mad. He dropped onto his knees once more, slowly pulling the panties down, making himself face Izana’s ass.
The white haired man had the most splendid proportions, Kakucho had no idea how it was possible. His waist was so tiny that his fingers touched when he wrapped his two hands around there, despite him being short he had long legs, thick, beautiful thighs that most women could only dream of, his collarbones drawn in sharp lines, perky nipples, narrow shoulders and chest; his upper and lower bodies connecting with the softest curve together, his hips were wide, an amount you would not expect from any man, his ass in the shape of a ripe plum, perfectly fitting to his body when they stood back to back. Everything about Izana was made to be worshiped, glorified; every single little detail about Izana was mouth watering and he wanted to devour him as a whole.
He grabbed Izana’s thigh with one hand to hold him still, the other one spreading his cheeks apart to see his entrance properly. Izana’s hole twitched with the sudden wave of attention driven towards it. The older man tried to push his hips back to get more of what he needed, desperately. Kakucho held him tighter and pressed his face into there as another loud whine got punched out of Izana’s chest. His warm, wet mouth sucked on Izana’s hole, Izana almost jumped when he felt Kakucho’s tongue being pushed into him. His hips were moving on their own, body shaking, every little part of him begging to have more of this; despite crying over getting tongue-fucked was not something so cool, tears were being formed near his eyes.
“A-aaah- fuck- pl-please- a-a–”
“Shh,” Kakucho muttered out, sending Izana’s whole body vibrations. “Be patient ‘til I finish prepping you.”
Izana pressed his forehead to the door, cussing, whining and crying in pleasure; he really was molding in Kakucho’s hands. He was so drunk that he’d lost that important part of his personality, normally Izana would never submit to anyone, including in bed; but there he was getting his ass eaten up against his own home’s outer door, knees clamped together but ankles apart, pushing his ass back desperately to the face of the guy he would mercilessly bully if he was sober, makeup all over his face, wearing nothing but high heels. Even though this Izana scared him, Kakucho wanted to keep this memory forever, of how Izana was giving his all to him, like he normally gave his all to Izana. He pressed one finger in and it went with ease, while making Izana cry out cursing at him. He caressed his slippery walls, probably pushing buttons that should not be pushed judging from Izana’s reactions.
“Y-you’re- ngh- ah–” Izana whimpered. He hit his palm on the door. “Fuuck- give me more, s-stretch me to your liking please…”
“Please?” Kakucho said this in a mocking tone. “I never would’ve thought you could even say please. You’re always such a bully in bed.” He pushed his other finger in.
Izana let out another whine. “F-fuck, who’s the bully now?”
Kakucho spread his fingers wide, as wide as they go, and started scissoring him. “But since you asked so nicely, I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Aah- not so- ah- wide–” Izana cried, pushing his ass back even more. “Please, please–”
Kakucho ignored him and pushed his fingers deeper into Izana’s hole, seconds later rubbing on the hardened nub he’d been looking for.
“ Fuck–! ” Izana really was crying now, his words lost somewhere, moaning meaningless sounds. “There- there, more please- I’m- I’m so–”
Kakucho got up. “I believe you’d be ready by now.”
Izana breathed deeply with the sudden loss of stimulation in his insides, his wet, stretched hole was twitching and gaping with the need of something to be filled by. He pushed his ass back onto Kakucho’s crotch, moaning when he felt the hardness of his lover.
“Just fuck me already,” said Izana, impatient. “I’ve waited the whole night for this.”
“I will,” Kakucho undid a few of the buttons of his shirt, he was feeling like he was going to choke on his clothes. He first struggled to undo the belt and push his pants down, then to reach the lube and pour it on his dick. He was so painfully hard that he couldn’t even think, acted like a virgin. He pressed his now lubed up cock onto Izana’s ass, his hand snaked up to Izana’s belly to grab him properly. Another few wet kisses were pressed on Izana’s shoulders and back before the white haired man was too patient for their own good.
Kakucho stoked Izana’s stomach. “Are you ready?”
“Please,” Izana writhed under his touch. “I’m dying to have some cock inside me.”
Kakucho pushed his lips down onto the back of Izana’s neck, he lined himself up with Izana’s hole and put it all the way in, filling the older man to the brim. A loud screech left Izana’s mouth and he cursed something that was impossible to understand. Kakucho didn’t stop kissing his back.
“Is it okay?”
“It’s- it’s so g-good,” That was all Izana could let out, somehow. He panted heavily, trying to adjust to the stretch. “Move, or I’m going to die.”
Kakucho took his word, unsure though, he pulled himself back almost fully, then slamming his cock back in Izana. He moaned with the tight, warm hole he’d been enveloped by, everywhere was blurry, he couldn’t even hear anything other than the lewd slapping sounds coming from the place their bodies were connected. Izana’s hips were perfectly filling the gap on his thighs, making them like two puzzle pieces entwined together; meant to be one. Izana’s hole was sucking his cock in like it was nothing, twitching and squeezing around him, trying to milk everything out.
“Yes- yes, a-aah–! Please- harder, let me- let me–!” Izana’s sentences were never completed, his mouth was hanging open, tongue stuck out, eyes rolling to the back of his head; fucked like a bitch in heat.
Izana’s head fell onto Kakucho’s shoulder when he picked up the pace, he was crying, begging him to not stop, fuck him until he gives out, wreck his fragile (that wasn’t really the case with Izana but it was sexy so they both just rolled with it), tiny body until he cant walk anymore.
“Iloveyou,” Izana babbled out, shaking with pleasure as Kakucho continued to pound him. “I love you so much- you don’t know how you’re messing me up. No one- no one fucks me like you.”
Kakucho bit on his earlobe. “That’s why you’re always fucking other people hm? That’s why there’s always other men’s scent on you?” He thrusted hard into Izana’s hips.
“Hngh- ngh–! None of them makes me feel like this- I swear,” Izana whimpered. One of Kakucho’s hands found his nipple and pulled on the piercing again. “You’re the one I love- Y-you’re the one I only want- a-ah-ah–!”
Kakucho held one of Izana’s thighs up by the back of his knee, spreading his legs, one hanging up now, all exposed. Izana moaned again, he was hard, he was so hard that he probably was going to cum untouched, just by getting his ass fucked in such an embarassing way.
“Is that so?” Kakucho said playfully, lifting his leg up even more. “Say that again, then? Who’s the one you want?”
“Y-you- you,” Izana cried, his legs shaking. “You’re, you’re the one I love, I belong with! No one fucks me like you, no one loves me like you- I- I–!”
This was probably the only way he was ever going to hear these words, they made him twitch inside Izana, thrust his hips even faster inside him, wanting to leave harsher marks, claim his body.
“Sh-shit, I’m close,” Kakucho groaned. “Y-you’re getting even tighter- fuck. I don’t know how much I can hold myself.”
“M-me too,” Izana said shakily, clenching around him more. “Come inside, I want to- I- I–”
“Fuck- Izana–” His mind was suddenly filled with him coming inside Izana, marking his insides, own his hole fully. “I- I can’t- We shouldn’t–”
“Please,” Izana said, his breath burning against Kakucho’s face, he could not believe this man was almost begging him to get creampied. “I want- I want you all, I want to feel you dripping from my insides, knocking me up, to show me who I really belong to- ngh- please–!”
That was all Kakucho needed to break; his hips gave out, his vision went blurry, his grip on Izana’s body got weaker as his dick twitched one last time in Izana’s ass, filling the other one with his thick, hot, white load. As he was coming, he overheard Izana also coming with him, untouched, with that his mind giving up on thinking or trying to understand what was going on, everything became black for a second. He held onto Izana tightly not to lose him too in the bliss of the orgasm, unconscious, kissing his lips, chin, cheeks.
“Ah- shit- it’s all inside,” Izana moaned. Kakucho slowly helped him put down his leg again and pulled out. He saw his cum dripping down from Izana’s ass to his thighs, to be honest, it was so fucking hot that he could get another boner from that. Izana wrapped his arms around his shoulders and kissed the edge of his ear. “That was too good. I can feel you inside me now.”
Kakucho’s face was all flushed with that as if he wasn’t the one who fucked his load into Izana, but the white haired guy’s sweet laughter wrecked his chest, he grabbed Izana by the waist and kissed him deeply. “You should go take a shower.”
“Yeah,” Izana murmured on his lips. He pulled his panties back up, his hand caressing Kakucho’s arm. “You wanna join me?”
“You go in, I’ll be there in a second.”
“Sure.”
As Izana walked away, Kakucho made sure he properly closed the door earlier and took Izana’s clothes up from the floor. He was going to take them to their bedroom when the book he had been reading earlier caught his attention. He lifted the book and quickly read another two lines from the same poem he found useless before.
“Ah! What else had I to do but love you? God's own mother was less dear to me,
And less dear the Cytheraean rising like an argent lily from the sea.”