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Kojiro would very much like to pretend he'd never fantasized about shit like this before, when they were normal friends instead of… this. Whatever the fuck they were now. Fuckbuddies? Friends with benefits? It didn't matter because neither of them would put a stop to it or end their friendship over it. They were both too fucking stubborn and hard-headed to mess with the current situation.
And Kaoru was enjoying it. That much he couldn't deny, though he tried. A lot.
If he didn't, he could have Carla lock Kojiro out. His robot girlfriend had control over the doors, that would be enough of a hint for him to turn back and go home, but Kaoru never did that. So he let himself in with his key and his pin, took his shoes off at the genkan and dropped his jacket in the living room. Like he lived there. Kojiro might as well share ownership of this house, considering he spent just as much time as his friend here these days. Which was to say, not much.
He padded silently through the house, taking his clothes off and dropping them where he passed without a second glance. By the time he slid the bedroom door open, Kojiro was wearing only his boxers, which was just fine - they wouldn't get in the way. Kaoru's damned knack for the traditional meant that he was passed out cold on his futon, holding tight to his blanket despite the fact that he'd tangled himself on it, the same way he'd done since they were kids.
Perfect. Adorable, yes, because Kaoru was always adorable, but he also looked ethereally beautiful with his hair all messy. And Kojiro knew he'd look even better with a nice flush on his pretty face, he always did.
Of course, the secret to this was that his best friend slept like a rock once he actually managed to defeat his insomnia. So Kaoru didn't stir when he grabbed the bottle of lube and knelt on the futon, gently moving his body to free him of his blanket cocoon. Kojiro let out a low groan at how easily he could just pull his pants down, at the little noise that he made in his sleep as he was rolled onto his stomach.
So fucking easy.
Still, he made sure that Kaoru was nice and comfortable, sleeping heavily, before slicking up his fingers with lube, rubbing them together to warm them up. If Kojiro wasn't already getting rock hard from the prospect of fucking him like this, then teasing a sleeping Kaoru would do it. Gods, he looked divine like this. Hugging his pillow like the lovely princess he was, sighing softly and shifting slightly as his body reacted to Kojiro's touch.
And Kaoru responded just the way he wanted him to. It must be turning into a nice dream for him, so relaxed and taking his finger so well. Kojiro fucking loved his, seeing him squirm a little without stirring awake, starting to feel good and not knowing why. Sure, there was none of their intense bickering while he loosened Kaoru slowly, carefully, ignoring his own erection in favor of doing this right.
"Dumb…" he mumbled into his pillow.
The urge to kiss him nearly got the best of Kojiro, anywhere but particularly on his plush mouth, but no. That would probably wake Kaoru up and he liked to see what it took to get through the veil of sleep. His friend always moaned so quietly when he started actually fucking his fingers in and out of him, taking his sweet time with it. Crooking them slightly to drag delicious noises out of him. And Kojiro had to get three fingers inside Kaoru to fuck him properly, had to adjust his hips and get his hole all sloppy with lube, all without waking him.
Anticipation had him hissing through lubing up his cock, almost too sensitive to enjoy this. Almost. Kojiro took a moment to breathe and get his shit together, marveling at his already slightly flushed best friend, wearing nothing but a very simple night shirt. Rucked up too, exposing his lower back due to the way he'd been manhandled into position but also from rutting a bit against the futon. Fuck, Kaoru looked good like that.
Would Kojiro be pushing too hard by placing a pillow under his hips? He gained nothing by only wondering, so it wasn't really a question at this point, was it? And seeing Kaoru with his round, delicious ass up in the air for him, all open and ready for him, was some of the best shit in the world.
From this point on it was a race of sorts, though.
Slowly pushing his cock into Kaoru's tight heat was mind blowing, but he couldn't rush it both to keep from hurting him and to see how long it would take for him to wake up. Because he was absolutely going to wake up, but Kojiro was entranced by this game. His groan at the wonderful feeling of Kaoru's hole around him was a quiet, hissed thing in the dark bedroom in an attempt to keep it going. He moaned a little louder and Kojiro stilled halfway in to see if he'd woken up, hands lax on his hips, barely holding him in place.
It was sweet torture.
But then Kaoru didn't turn or say anything, which was all the confirmation he needed.
Kojiro let out a hushed, desperate curse when he managed to bottom out inside him without anything more than a soft whimper here and there. That was a novelty. In the couple of times he'd done this before, Kaoru had stirred before he could start actually fucking him, and fuck if this wasn't amazing. His hole was made for Kojiro's cock, always taking him perfectly, so hot and tight. Even this slow, shallow pace was enough to make him delirious with pleasure. He could never get enough of Kaoru when he was this pliant under his hands--
"Ko-- ah," he moaned, clearly drowsy, and shifted to meet Kojiro's thrust.
Fucking finally.
His grip on Kaoru tightened and he let himself go for a glorious, selfish moment, going as deep as he could and making his friend arch with a loud gasp. "That's right, baby, take it all in," Kojiro grunted, feeling him clench so nicely around his cock.
"You-- b'stard," Kaoru slurred, spreading his legs some more. "Fuck, ah--"
"You like it when I use your hole," he chuckled airily, slowing down just enough to savor the power trip of fucking him like this. How was he not supposed to enjoy this, even give his friend's ass a good slap to make him moan? Damn, Kaoru clenched so hard when he did that. Kojiro could stay like this for hours, on his knees behind him getting cockwarmed, making that ass jiggle-- "Slut, ready to be fucked even asleep."
"Shuttup," Kaoru managed through gritted teeth, then tried to muffle a whine against his pillow as he slammed home to prove the point. Pretty. Kojiro did it again, and again, drawing back enough to almost pull out and then fucking into him hard enough to make him mewl. "Koji!"
"Getting close already?"
"Fuck you, asshole," Kaoru groaned, muffled.
He hummed, sitting back a bit on his haunches and resting a hand on his friend's lower back. The idea bloomed in his mind and spilled from his mouth too fast, devoid of filter. "Fuck me yourself. Go on."
That made Kaoru turn a bit to look at him, struggling with the hair falling on his face and the angle. His brows pinched and he huffed on his bangs to get them away from his eyes. It didn't work. "You cannot--" he gasped, blinking. "Seriously?!"
Kojiro simply smirked and beckoned him.
"Oh, you dipshit--" Kaoru hissed, apparently hesitating for less than a second before he sat up a little with an angry huff. The movement was enough to push his ass back against Kojiro's hips and take most of his cock inside him again. That seemed to make him forget some of his anger, body arching as he sank down fully now, lips parting to let out a moan.
Shit, Kojiro was full of excellent ideas tonight, huh?
"I, ah, hate you," Kaoru groaned softly, looking over his shoulder at him. It didn't sound or look like he was that mad, but leave it to his best friend to settle on his lap and laboriously fuck himself on his cock angrily , somehow. "Seriously, Kojiro?"
"Stop bitching and start bouncing, doll," he replied with another slap to his pretty ass.
If they weren't fucking right now, Kojiro was sure he would have been kicked for this shit. It would be kind of fair, really. But Kaoru actually digged this kind of shit, as he'd learned over the last couple of months, and he gasped in delight instead. Fuck, the way he arched and reached back to grab Kojiro's thighs for support-- "Can you--" Kaoru cut himself off with a roll of his hips, like he couldn't help it, he had to do it, "stop just watching and take off this-- stupid shirt off of me."
Alright, that much he could do. If anything, Kojiro was kind of eager to help with further undressing him because it was an excellent excuse to press his chest to Kaoru's back and touch. His hands worked fast on the shirt, taking it off and dropping it carelessly so he could skim over his friend's chest and make him whine. Kojiro soaked in the wordless praise in every broken noise he let out, pinching his nipples and pulling them, kissing his throat, sucking marks on his creamy skin.
"Fuck, like that," Kaoru breathed, grinding on him so he wouldn't have to pull away and lose his kisses. It was almost a crime to move one of his hands further down and tease him further, brushing his fingers over his friend's sensitive, leaking cock. Lightly enough that it only made Kaoru groan in frustration. "You gonna-- do more than that or…?"
Kojiro hummed against his ear, nipping at the lobe with a barely contained grin on his face. "Nope," he whispered, then sat back and let him see it rather than just feel it.
The murderous look on Kaoru's face was priceless, all narrow eyes and flushed cheeks. Almost as good as the sight of him shifting again after a moment of consideration, this time to brace his hands on the futon and start sinking back against Kojiro's hips. Harder than before, putting on a show for him with his long hair cascading down his back and furtive glances back at him.
To check if he was watching.
Where else would Kojiro's attention be, though, if not on him? It was stupidly hard not to just thrust up into him, take his breath away, make him scream--
"Gods, you're so-- annoying," Kaoru mumbled, shivering under his touch, greedily chasing his own pleasure too. The fucking noises he was already making, breathless moans and whimpers from using Kojiro's cock as a toy. It felt fucking amazing and he'd gladly be Kaoru's favorite dildo, gods, just the thought of it--
Shit, he was getting too close. They were both getting too close. Fuck, Kojiro could come just from this, but…
"Hey!" Kaoru yelped a little when he was pushed down against the futon again, similarly to how this entire thing had started. It wasn't a real complaint though and it died on his lips with a loud moan as Kojiro shoved back into him, pressing him down into the bed with a hand on his back. "Ah, fuck, fuck!"
"You look better with your ass up like this," he managed in a grunt and, honestly, he deserved a fucking prize for it. Words were hard enough when he was simply balls deep in Kaoru. Speaking coherently when he was this close? Impressive even for him. Kojiro huffed and worked in a couple of thrusts until he found the right angle to hit on his friend's prostate, the right way to make him shudder and cry out.
Then he slammed into it.
This shit was better than literally everything else Kojiro had ever experienced. Fucking Kaoru like this, hard and deep, losing himself in his hot ass and the broken, pitiful cries of pleasure coming out of his mouth. And it was just unfairly easy to lean down a bit, grab a fistful of pink hair and pull, arching his babygirl into a perfect bow. Forcing his bitten and swollen lips to beg for more and more and more with every stroke. His face had turned into a mess of drool and tears, all for Kojiro, and he wanted more. Nothing could compare to seeing Kaoru like this and his heartbeat thundered to compete with the sounds of his hips smacking hard into his friend's, so loud as to be deafening.
The peak was so damn high that realizing he'd crested it almost hurt. The glorious kind of pain from finally coming after who knew how long, after throbbing for Kaoru for hours until Kojiro had decided he might as well take what he wanted. What was his. So he didn't stop fucking deep inside him through his orgasm, tugging his hair and wrenching another filthy moan out of him. Kaoru whimpered under him, milking his cock, blinding him with how tight he was and then it was over. Kojiro collapsed to the side, half out of the futon, too fucked out to think past the fact that he'd slipped out of his friend's ass and now missed the warmth of him.
They stayed like that for a while after, each struggling with the post-fuck in their own ways - while he laid on his back and tried to find which way was up again, Kaoru whined softly through the aftershocks, pillow clutched to his chest. This was kind of their usual, if a bit more intense than most other times they'd fucked. Deep inside, Kojiro wanted to pull him closer and drown in the smell of his shampoo, his perfume, his sweat. Everything about Kaoru was so perfect and at times like this, when they were done having sex but there was no cuddling, he hated himself.
Why did Kojiro subject himself to this? Why did he let himself sink into these feelings that always came to the forefront of his mind since they'd started this deal of theirs, when it hurt so damn much? What did this mean to their friendship if Kojiro wanted to kiss Kaoru so much that his heart was shredded to a million tiny pieces every time he realized he couldn't? Not when they were done, not when it wasn't sex, not--
"Kojiro?"
"Hmm?"
"Clean me."
"Why should I?" he asked, sitting up to do it anyway. Kojiro always cleaned him up, and he was aware of the reason, but he was angry at himself. Taking it out on Kaoru was just a stupid bone-deep reflex.
"You fucked my brains out," Kaoru mumbled, turning his face to look at him. The sharp edge in his voice didn't match the softness of his curves and his expression, too blissed out to put any heat into it. "I'm leaking your cum. Assume responsibility for your actions."
Kojiro's groan may pass for annoyance, but it was just arousal. Well, mostly arousal. They had barely come down from an amazing fuck and all he could think of was pushing the trickling cum back into Kaoru's ass. With his fingers, then his cock, and fill him up even more afterwards. The mere thought of it sent a jolt through his body and made his spent cock twitch. Fuck. Shit. Not the time. "You're such a brat, I should spank you some more," Kojiro grumbled with a grunt of effort as he got back on his feet.
It just so happened that he was looking at Kaoru as he did so. Which meant that he saw, clear as day, how his eyes widened a bit and his breath caught. And how his cheeks flushed beautifully a heartbeat later when he realized that Kojiro had definitely seen his reaction. But then his friend looked away and he didn't have it in him to push the matter, not right now.
Fuck, Kojiro was an idiot.
"I got you some water, too," he offered with the bottle, too raw after the sex and the weird moment after to continue bickering. Their fingers brushed when Kaoru took it from him with a quick, pained smile, then Kojiro set about cleaning him up. Taking care of him, like he always had and always would, despite the gaping hole in his chest that only seemed to grow.
"Thanks," Kaoru mumbled, letting himself be rolled to the side so that Kojiro could wipe his stomach too. The spoiled little shit really worked with the whole 'can't walk' thing, just sitting there as he changed the sheet covering the futon too. His hair was a mess, his face was unreadable again, and once Kojiro was done with fixing the mess he'd caused, his pretty ass was back in his pajama pants and clean shirt. "You'd save yourself this work if you hadn't decided to fuck me at… Carla, time?"
"It's four-thirty-six in the morning now, master."
"I felt like fucking, your holes are mine to use," Kojiro replied a little too bitterly, then sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. The part of him that wanted to specify that he wanted to fuck Kaoru clawed at the walls of its enclosure and he thoroughly ignored it. "Anyway, you're all clean and nice again."
"All of which could have been avoided if you hadn't decided to come use me at this time of night, when I managed to fall asleep before five for once," Kaoru continued, haughty and derisive as usual.
"Yeah, yeah. Sorry, not sorry," he replied with a deep sigh. Fuck, he was tired now. Walking back home was going to suck, but sleeping in the guest bedroom would be even worse. The awkwardness simmering between them this time made Kojiro wonder if he should call off this stupid deal. "I'll get going, then."
There it was again. That little reaction, this time more surprised than anything else. Then Kaoru rolled his eyes dramatically, shifted and very pointedly settled on the edge of the futon, leaving more than enough space for him… so long as Kojiro cuddled with him. "Well, now I'm definitely gonna sleep like a rock. Just don't fuck me awake again tomorrow, I have work in the morning."
Kojiro hesitated for a moment, staring at Kaoru's back turned to him. This way, neither could see the other's face. There was no way to measure anything on his friend's expression, but his own conflict wasn't visible either. Going home to sleep alone in his bed sounded horrible right now, and here was the opportunity to wrap his arms around Kaoru's waist for the rest of the night.
No brainer.
"Yeah, I can do that," Kojiro replied quietly, slipping into bed naked. That shouldn't be a problem, right? Breathing in Kaoru's perfume, he settled against his friend's body and pulled him closer, firm but gentle. They'd slept like this before, but never like this, and he shouldn't dwell on the difference. "G'night, Kaoru."
"Night," his best friend mumbled, too soft to be fully awake.
Tomorrow, in lieu of a weird apology, Kojiro would make something extra sweet. Maybe a cannoli. Kaoru liked cannolis, when he bent the recipe for him. That would probably help ease things back to normal between them. Calm the beast currently snoring a little bit in his arms, like when they were just dumb kids.