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Ichiro was gross.
Ichiro was gross and horny and a fucking pervert. He’d gotten some time to himself for a while, his brothers were at school and none of his friends were available, so he was at home watching porn. What else was he meant to do?
The porn wasn’t the problem though, he didn’t think he was weird for jerking off to something made to get you horny, that’d be some bullshit.
The problem was that the porn had sort of taken a backseat in getting him off; sure the girls in the videos with big boobs were hot and it definitely got him hard, but that wasn’t what he was thinking about anymore.
Now he was holding a jacket up to his nose, breathing in its scent while he closed his eyes and imagined its owner. He wasn’t into guys, nor was he really into getting off to people he knew (though he had to admit it’s not the first time it’s happened, he just prefers not to deal with the shame afterwards, even if the orgasm was really good), but something about Kuko just… He was different. Maybe it’s just because he was kinda feminine.. Yeah, that was it. Definitely.
Ichiro was definitely going to regret this afterwards, when he’s cleaning up and had to look at the jacket with a clear mind, that was obvious; right now though he was thinking about Kuko and he felt amazing .
He was thinking about Kuko’s lips, how pink and full they were, how soft they looked, how they’d feel on his mouth, on his neck, on all of his body; especially on his dick. He wants to see him like that, he wants to see Kuko down on his knees, looking up at him through his thick lashes while he sucks him off.
He could picture it now, imagine how it'd feel to grab a fistful of red hair while Kuko swallows him up so readily because he loves having something in his mouth. Maybe he'd be touching himself too, through his pants. Jerking himself off at the feeling of Ichiro's cock in his mouth, moaning whenever Ichiro's dick hit the back of his throat. Would he gag? Would he fight through it anyway just for Ichiro? Would he swallow when Ichiro came or would he pull away and let him get it all over his face? Giving Kuko a facial…
God the thought alone was almost enough to make him cum, but not yet, he wasn’t done yet. His thoughts drifted to the rest of Kuko, away from his pretty face and onto his body.
Ichiro hadn’t seen Kuko shirtless before—a little unfair in his opinion given how many times Kuko’s seen him—but he imagines Kuko’s got a nice body. He’s on the smaller side, but Ichiro bets he’s still pretty fit, he knows Kuko’s strong and Ichiro’s seen his pecs through his shirt (not that he was looking), so he’s probably got some nice muscle definition.
Fuck he had a nice ass though, he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t noticed how nice it was; Kuko wasn’t one for personal space so he’d ended up sitting on Ichiro quite a few times… Normally he’d just accept it but right now the memory of Kuko’s ass on him was driving him insane. Pressed up against his crotch, completely unaware that Ichiro's fighting off a boner because he can never sit still , it was so soft too…
What would it feel like to be inside of it? Warm, probably, and tight, Ichiro changed his grip to replicate the feeling. He could feel himself getting close now, he’d sped up his hand and he was moaning into the fabric.
He felt so good, he wanted Kuko to make him feel like this; he wanted him there next time, not just his scent. He didn’t care how or what Kuko was doing, handjob, blowjob, fucking him or getting fucked by him, Ichiro didn’t care. He needed Kuko, needed him to moan his name– fuck, imagine him moaning Ichiro’s name…
He’d be so whiny, probably, his voice would go all high pitched and breathy, maybe he’d repeat Ichiro’s name over and over like it was the only word he knew. He hopes so. He wants to be the only thing Kuko knows.
Ichiro's glad he's home alone, he wouldn't have been able to hold back his moan if he wasn't and lord help him if he had to explain to either of his brothers what he was doing with his dick in his hand while he was practically drooling over Kuko's jacket. He didn't have to think about explaining it though because he was home alone and free to perv out as much as he liked, so drooling over Kuko's scent and coming so hard he's pretty sure he stopped breathing for a second was something he was content with.
It felt good, laying in his bed and basking in the afterglow, it felt good slowly coming down from his high, right until the minute his breathing had steadied and his mind had cleared.
… Jesus christ, he really was repulsive.