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"You won't believe the day I've had," Ango's voice carried across Oda's small apartment, the sound of the door shutting behind him indicating that he had entered the room. Oda at the moment was busy chopping a few carrots against a cutting board, making a late dinner as he knew Ango would be arriving late.
"Welcome back," Oda called, but froze immediately when he finally peered around the wall that had separated his view from the front door. Ango was bent over slightly, removing a high heel with a somewhat irked expression on his face. Oda's eyes quickly took in the rest of what his partner was wearing, his mouth going dry: a tight black dress, barely reaching his slender thighs, dark stockings reaching just centimeters below it. A thin choker around his delicate neck. His hair was slightly mussed, but was styled differently than usual, loose curls framing his delicate face, of which he had applied makeup, it seemed. Eyeliner and lipstick, at least.
Oda felt like he had been punched in the lungs. He was gorgeous. He didn't seem to notice Oda staring as he fought to take his other heel off, giving his feet and calves a stretch as he winced. Once he seemed to regain his balance, he closed the distance between them to give Oda a soft peck on the cheek, before furrowing his eyebrows and reaching to wipe away the red smudge he undoubtedly left behind.
"Hey," he said softly, before walking past him into the kitchen to lean against the counter, running a hand through his hair. "You wouldn't believe the gall of some people. The job went fine, but dear god, it's so hard to get through to some people," he rattled off, but Oda was barely listening. He was trying to, but he could only think about the way Ango's waist looked so grabbable where it was hugged by dark fabric.
"Uh huh," Oda replied half-heartedly, joining his partner in the kitchen once again, leaning against the counter a few meters away with an air of nonchalance.
"All I had to do was get this guy to show me his gun, just to touch it for a second so I could get all the information I needed on the members of the mafia he'd attacked, but he was going on and on about his damn estate, about his stocks, like I'd ever care," Ango pinched the bridge of his nose, before reaching up to start taking the expensive-looking earrings out that dangled from his ears—since when did he have pierced ears? Oda blinked.
"You pierced your ears?" he asked bluntly, suddenly feeling slightly stupid for his phrasing—of course they were pierced, but alas, Ango just continued to fiddle with them, not seeming to notice.
"Yeah. A while ago," he replied simply, before placing them on the counter behind them. "Ah, that feels better. But really, though, if I have to try and get information out of one more person who won't follow my lines of questioning, I might have an aneurysm."
Oda was about to reply with another affirmation, but froze as Ango bent over, delicate fingers brushed over the edge of a stocking, starting to roll it off his pale leg.
Oh dear God.
"Ah—" Oda tried to say something, but stopped himself. Yet, Ango paused, looking up through his long eyelashes.
"Everything okay?" he asked, a slight laugh on his breath. You're so pretty you're so pretty you're so pretty was all Oda wanted to say, but he swallowed the words.
"Can you—keep the stockings on?" Oda asked, words coming out before he even had time to process them. Now Ango really froze, mouth pressed into a thin line, before ever-so-slowly rolling the one he had started to take off back up his thigh.
"Odasaku," he sounded out, before standing up straight once again to fix him with a terrifying stare. God, he could be scary sometimes, but it also made him all the more attractive. "Are you horny right now?"
Oda was sure Ango could hear him swallow. No answer was an answer enough to someone as observant as Ango. Oda expected to get scolded humorously at the situation, feeling his cheeks heat up as he looked away, but Ango's lips only twisted upwards momentarily. Before he started laughing.
Ango Sakaguchi, laughing. A rare enough sight as it was, Oda felt all of the sentiment go straight south with the swell of endearment he suddenly felt toward his partner. Hair messy, makeup slightly smudged, hand brought up to his mouth to stifle his soft giggles, hunched over so candidly in contrast to the demure attire he wore.
Well, now Oda was even more horny than before. Everything about his partner brought together an image of something ethereal, a deity. Pure love.
"Well?" Ango finally got out between his diminishing, breathy laughter, soft smile still gracing his cherry lips. "If you're in no rush to finish cutting up dinner—"
Oda suddenly remembered he had been making dinner, half-cut vegetables neglected on the counter behind him. But he really wasn't in a rush, not with Ango being so... Ango.
"I mean, if you're hungry I could—" Oda was cut off by another sharp laugh from Ango, feeling the tips of his ears burn.
"You're a pervert, you know," Ango chided, but the flush in his cheeks was indication of his own growing arousal as well. Oda finally took a deep breath before closing the distance between them once again, hands on either side of Ango against the cold countertop.
"You're so pretty," Oda breathed, making Ango look away in a moment of bashfulness—he wasn't so used to praise, making him all the more flustered by such words. He really was pretty, Oda thought to himself as he moved a hand to run up his side, a thin layer of fabric feeling like nothing separating him from Ango's bare skin at the moment.
"Mmnh, Odasaku," Ango gasped slightly as Oda pressed both of his hands around Ango's waist to lift him slightly against the counter with ease, Ango's lanky arms reaching to find purchase on Oda's arms.
"Is this okay?" Oda asked quietly, hands firm on Ango's waist as he craned his neck to press a few small kisses to where Ango's shoulder met his neck. Ango leaned into the touch, hands grasping at Oda's shirt.
"On your precious kitchen counter?" Ango laughed slightly, but his voice came out shaking, breathy. "Never thought I'd see the day."
Sure, Oda loved his kitchen, and the sacredness that he held it to. But he also loved Ango. And he loved having sex with Ango. And he loved Ango.
"I'd do anything for you," Oda said between kisses growing in ferocity against Ango's neck. Ango let out another soft, melodious laugh at this, only pushing him to attack him with more fervor. He could feel the way his stubble scraped against soft skin, sending shudders throughout Ango's frail body as he tilted his head to bare himself to more of Oda's relentless contact.
Oda finally lifted Ango to sit on the counter by the hands on his waist, pushing between his legs as he finally moved to connect their lips, passionate and virile. One hand on Ango's waist, he brought his other to run up his clothed thigh, a soft gasp escaping those red lips against his mouth until—
"Odasaku, wait," Ango's voice cracked slightly, and Oda stopped, taking a moment to marvel at the way in which his lipstick had smudged. "Careful down there, I—"
Oda's hand finally hit something metallic at the top of Ango's thigh—with an eyebrow raise, he pushed the dress up around his hips, revealing a pistol strapped to the very top of where his thigh met his pelvis. Right next to the small black undergarment covering his half-hard erection.
"Oh my god," Oda gasped, blinking a few times at the sight. "How are you so perfect?"
"You really are a pervert," Ango smiled, lifting his leg up gracefully for Oda to remove the pistol and its holster completely. Once it was off and placed to the side, Oda returned his gaze to Ango once more—legs spread, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. The sight was something almost heavenly, Oda thought as he felt himself dropping to his knees, hands caressing smooth, clothed calves. Ango only shifted his hips forward compliantly as Oda kissed from the middle of his calf up his quivering thigh, leaving a trail of red marks in the small area his skin was exposed.
As his lips finally reached Ango's hip, he ghosted his hands up his thighs to hook his fingers around the little black garment hugging his pelvis, peeling it down his legs and tossing it also to the side—Ango was bared to him now, erection presented before his flushed face.
"May I?" Oda asked with a crooked little smile, Ango letting out a shuddering breath before a few stuttered confirmations. With a hand braced against Ango's clothed thigh, Oda leaned forward to press a kiss to the tip of his flushed dick, before sinking down onto it in one fluid movement.
"Oh, fuck," Ango choked out as he instinctively tried to close his thighs slightly, Oda's stubble scratching against his sensitive skin drawing out full-body shivers. He brought a hand down to tangle in Oda's messy hair, other hand brought up to his face as he tried to muffle the little moans being drawn out of him. Oda began to pick up the pace, hand gripping Ango's leg now hard enough to leave the slightest bruises later on.
Ango was coming apart quickly, Oda having done this enough times to know exactly how to get to him. He was so pretty like this, Oda thought, as he looked up to that dazed expression, eyes fluttered shut as he gasped Oda's name amongst the softest whimpers. Just when Oda could feel Ango was at the edge, however, he pulled off, leaving Ango panting, looking down at him with unfocused eyes.
"Odasaku?" he asked, but his voice was small, raspy, lost in those little gasping breaths he was trying to hold back.
"I want to fuck you," Oda replied simply, watching the way Ango's face flushed up to his ears, another soft moan of Oda's name on his breath. Oda stood up as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before moving his hand to rest against Ango's mouth.
Quickly understanding, Ango took Oda's fingers into his mouth, a small whine in his throat vibrating against him as he coated him in saliva. Oda took in the image for a moment—he looked absolutely spent already, his makeup a mess, hair falling in his face. As Ango continued to suck on his fingers, Oda used his other hand to push his dress over his hips once again, lifting a thigh up to spread his legs further to expose his entrance.
Once he felt his fingers were slick enough, he removed them from Ango's mouth, leaving his lips wet with a mixture of lipstick and spit. One hand still holding his thigh up, Oda looked to Ango one more time for confirmation, who replied with a small nod. Not wasting any more time, Oda pressed a finger in, feeling Ango's body stiffen slightly—a soft whine rose to those abused lips, but Oda quickly swallowed it, thrusting his finger in up to his knuckle. He soon added a second finger, and then a third, Ango starting to roll his shaking hips against his hand, little pleasured noises lost against Oda's mouth.
Oda finally pulled away once he felt Ango had been sufficiently prepared, removing his fingers from Ango as gently as he could. With one more kiss to Ango's temple, he leaned back slightly to finally remove his slacks, boxers coming off just as quickly in his anticipation—he was so hard it was almost painful. Ango only shifted his hips forward as he spread his legs further, his expression something like needy. Eyes not leaving Ango's face, Oda spit into his own hand and swiftly coated his dick in slickness, the small relief of touching it making him want to almost just finish there, staring into those hazy eyes.
But he had a beautiful partner to fuck. So, one hand on Ango's waist to hold him in place, the other pushing a leg up to give him a good angle to enter, Oda pushed in, his makeshift lube only going so far to help—with a little more force, he finally bottomed out, leaving Ango breathless, leaned back with his palms pressed against the counter behind him, eyes fluttered shut as he tried to ground himself. Oda took this moment to lean his body forward to bring his chest flush to Ango's, moving his hand from Ango's waist to cradle the back of his head as Oda peppered kisses on his bare shoulder.
With a slow movement, Oda nearly pulled out before slamming back into him, a choked noise escaping Ango against his neck—encouraging. He picked up the pace bit by bit until he was practically pounding into him against the counter, Ango's legs wrapped around his waist as he seemed to be trying to press himself even deeper onto him. Without slowing, Oda moved his hand from Ango's thigh to lift his leg nearly over his shoulder, opening up Ango just a little further to even better hit his prostate.
It wasn't long before Ango's gasps cut off to him pressing his face against Oda's shoulder with a final gasp of his name as he came violently across Oda's chest, staining the t-shirt he'd been wearing. Oda couldn't care less, however, as he also finished at almost the same time, continuing to fuck Ango with stuttered hips until they were both spent, a soft whimper on Ango's breath as he edged on overstimulation. Oda had to stay still for a moment to catch his breath, not fully having been cognizant of how much energy he had been putting into chasing their release. Ango shuddered slightly in his arms as he pulled out, moving to try and stand with Oda's support—he watched with a wince as cum dribbled down his thighs to stain his stockings.
"That better come out," he muttered with a slight laugh on his breath. Oda only comically looked between Ango and his own shirt, also stained.
"Time for some laundry," he replied, lifting his shirt over his head. "Why don't you go get in the bath—I'll join you in a minute, once I get the food on the stove."
"You're gonna cut up vegetables while you're naked? Weirdo," Ango took the shirt in his arms with a wrinkle in his nose, but his eyes only shone with affection. He was finally able to steady himself enough on shaky legs to make it to the washroom at least, so he moved out of the way slightly, before stopping for a moment to press a soft kiss to Oda's cheek. "See you in a minute," he said with a soft pat to Oda's face before shakily making his way down the hallway.
Oda watched the ungraceful movement with a small smile on his face. How could be so lucky to have a partner like Ango?
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The pair sat together in the small bathtub, Ango in Oda's lap, who was gently washing Ango's hair.
"...Do you dress up like that for work often?" Oda finally asked, feeling his face heat up.
"Sometimes. Depends on the job. I find it kind of fun, though. It breaks up the monotony."
"...You're really pretty, you know..."
"O-Odasaku—!" Ango splashed water at Oda, trying in vain to hide how much he was blushing once again at the compliment. Oda only let out a laugh before pressing a small kiss behind Ango's ear.
"It's true!"