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Majima Goro had been strange the entire week leading up to now. In a heated moment, Kiryu had cleared his throat, yet still stated thickly that he “was ready.” Firm and stone serious while his mind buzzed and drowned out basically every other thought he had. Majima’s mouth felt like a whisper fluttering up to his ear, asking if he was sure. Which only solidified his resolve.
Even though the moment felt right to Kiryu, Majima insisted that it was just the opposite. That he wanted to take this seriously. Even though the usual lilt and bounce of his words were gone, voice a steady tenor, it felt like a joke. Kiryu was too frustrated to find that joke funny.
When they first decided this, Majima’s usual sharp antagonism made way for an inviting, pliant, almost supplicant one. No knife. No bat. Just a hand on Kiryu’s shoulder. He was showing his belly in submission, but it was Kiryu that gave in.
They were both baring themselves in that moment, yet both were marveling at the other’s trust.
They were the same.
You’d think Majima would be nothing but crass and cocksure after Kiryu said he wanted Majima to deflower him. Not with his mouth, or his hands. As in, really, actually pop his cherry. A dog, tongue lolling, eager to bury his bone. But the week was normal. Majima was normal. He flirted, but the normal amount. He interacted, but with the normal fist. Or foot. Or weapon. He didn’t speak of their plans, just left it as an elephant in the room they shared. The closest he came was mentioning “hanging out” on that day and asking Kiryu what he wanted to eat or drink or do when Kiryu came over.
Kiryu answered him plainly what drink he liked, then said he’d supply the booze.
Kiryu entered Majima’s apartment, glancing around to see a nice little hole to get cozy in. Decently clean. Soft futons. A table to sit, polished glasses placed atop. Majima welcomed him cheerfully, invited him to sit. Kiryu was gently confused as Majima said a few things about his afternoon and evening as idle talk.
When the drinks were poured, they chatted, idle small talk. Majima asked him what Kiryu’s afternoon and evening was like. Kiryu settled easily into the conversation, shooting the breeze with an old friend.
“...so, just another 6 punks with a complex to teach a lesson.” Kiryu snorted. But in a pleasant way. His body was loose, just 2 drinks deep. He was still aware. But he was so much more relaxed. Almost making jokes, by other people’s standards.
“They’re on you like fuckin’ flies, Kiryu-chan. People get pissed of lookin’ acha and just hafta try their luck. People with nothing else to look forward to but an ass-kickin’.” A wistful sigh. “God, I wish that was me.”
“The one getting into fights by existing in public, or the one looking forward to an ass-kicking?” Kiryu glanced aside, seeing Majima looking up as if daydreaming.
“Depends. Is it you?”
Kiryu glared at him, but in a good-natured way. Knocked back what was remaining in his glass. He didn’t answer, because he knew how the rest of the conversation would wind. He just beat Majima to the punch, just allowed himself to feel the bizarre coziness that destination would bring.
“Kiryu, can I try somma yer drink?” Majima nodded at the bottle.
“Why? You never had brandy before?” He poured the drink and placed the cup in front of Majima.
“Nah, not like this.”
Majima swished the glass around after smelling it, then aborted a sip. Placed the glass on the table and nudged it aside with his knuckles.
He crowded Kiryu and licked at his flushed lips, holding his jaw. Kiryu didn’t resist, genuinely taken off guard. Majima sucked at his mouth, tongue pushing between his lips, meeting Kiryu’s delicately. Nudged it in playful invitation.
They were so close that, even if Kiryu was too quiet to hear, Majima would feel when Kiryu struggled to catch his breath and hitch on a whimper. Kiryu squirmed as he fought against Majima’s guiding hand, grasping and grappling to climb in his lap.
Kiryu wanted him so badly that he was already grinding on his lap and meeting the soft bulge muffled by 2 layers of pants.
“Kiryu,” Majima gasped. “It’s not gonna work that way. Gimme a sec--”
Kiryu moaned desperately, fully frenzied after Majima gave the go-ahead for the touching. Zero to 100. Kiryu extracted himself, gritting his teeth to stay focused.
Then Majima threw those efforts out the window as a gloved hand cupped his groin, mostly flat and fitting neatly into his palm. Majima was stooping, hand down his own pants and fiddling. The other touching Kiryu massaged gently. A thick, firm thumbtip-sized protrusion gave when he squeezed tightly enough. Kiryu kept pressing up against his palm, desperate for the pressure. Telling himself that he would have preferred Majima didn’t would just be lying to himself, and his niisan knew it too.
The hand Majima was using to work on his pants had succeeded, framing something firm stretching his underwear.
“Big boy, huh? Suits ya,” Majima huffed, raspy and lascivious, “havin’ a fat dick like that.”
“N-Ni..san…” Kiryu groaned, the palm speeding up.
“T did a number on ya. Yer still like a teenager, y’know that? Can’t even wait to get my dick out before ya ridin’ it.” The hand was firm and fully grasping. Kneading him. It’s rough, but oh-so-gratifying. Kiryu could barely see straight, but he could see enough to tell Majima’s dick was out of his pants.
“Do I need to get you off once before you can behave?” A question that he’d already made a decision on.
Kiryu took in hiccuping breaths. When he could get a word out, it was Majima’s name, or a plea for him to wait. Yet, Kiryu’s grinding didn’t stop. It only got more desperate.
Majima’s thumb moved to rub gently at the apex of the bulge, starkly delicate. Just delicate enough to overstimulate, but not hurt. Kiryu’s voice caught as he moaned, again and again like he was sobbing.
Suddenly, his legs and hips spasmed in jerky little bursts, Kiryu’s eyes wide open and staring blankly as if in a daze.
Majima’s thumb tucked back between Kiryu’s legs. Stilling along with his hand, staying firmly in place while Kiryu’s hips stuttered in the aftermath. He was panting.
“Are we all better, Kiryu-chan?” Majima’s voice, though gentle and reassuring, had an undercurrent of cockiness. “Can ya hold off a bit longer?”
Kiryu didn’t answer at first, still breathing deeply. In reality, he wanted to say something to wipe the smug off of his face. He couldn’t think of anything.
“Yeah. Better.”
“Good boy. Ya wanna move this over to the futon?”
Kiryu migrated to the mattress. When he thought he’d settle in, Majima encouraged him to take a particular position. The opposite way. Majima laid down and faced him, still staring with something about his face that reminded Kiryu of a predator.
“Ya ready to go again?” Majima tugged his dick for a few strokes.
Kiryu nodded, eyes lingering. He couldn’t see much in the dim light, but he was curious to see the dick his brother-in-arms was playing with up close. “What about you? You’re not gonna..?”
“I want ya niiice and comfortable before we get to that part. Trust me, Kiryu-chan, I know what I’m doin’.” He caught his own hand and maneuvered to neatly pull both of his gloves off at once. “Now pull down yer pants. We’re gonna get ta know each other real well.”
Kiryu sat up and pulled down his slacks. Bared himself with a different sort of self-consciousness that he’d have for another man. Majima glanced down and back up again, catching Kiryu’s eye. Majima’s hand reached to stroke his stomach. His fingers traveled across the stark peaks and valleys covering Kiryu’s belly, drifting to his hip. His thigh. Then back up again. Kiryu felt his skin prickle with excitement that continued to build the longer Majima traveled leisurely everywhere but between his thighs.
“Damn, would I like to see ya up close. Ya look amazin’ like this. Showin’ off fer me.” His breathing, though a bit deeper, was steady. His touch softened, becoming 4 soft feathers. The transition to that from a broad, gentle caress was seamless. Kiryu was caught between wanting to say two things. Tell him the feeling was mutual. Ask him why he wasn’t doing that already. Majima saved him the trouble of deciding.
“First things first.”
Majima cradled a muscular thigh and pushed it up, bending Kiryu’s knee. His touch drifted down to its underside and finally met two swollen lips. He moved closer, their noses almost touching. Majima pressed his mouth with a soft kiss. A finger for each lip touched them and gave languid, parallel strokes. Kiryu’s mouth opened to sigh, and Majima moved to kiss the corner of his lips. He didn’t use the opportunity to use his tongue, instead letting Kiryu’s breath glance his cheek. They both panted and fell into a soft rhythm.
He didn’t touch what Kiryu called his dick, but his fingers came close. Strokes stopping just short of its underside. Majima felt the whimpers Kiryu gave with his skin. He stopped touching him briefly, his lips meeting Kiryu’s for a slow, deep kiss. A click of a cap, a moment lingered, and the two fingers came back pleasantly slicked.
The fingers passed a few moments, then twined in a way to make the pressure a single, long prick. They parted Kiryu’s lips, finally pressing up to just barely breach him.
“You’ll tell me if it hurts too much, right?” The fingers inside him moved like Majima was playing a note on the rim of a wineglass.With that little tease, Kiryu couldn’t image those fingers ever hurting. He gave a desperate nod. Majima’s eye pierced him as he sunk inside.
“Fuck, Majima.” Kiryu gasped as he was stretched. The taper of his twined fingers eased him open painlessly. Majima’s fingers pushed and pulled inside him, slow and easy. His nose wrinkled as he gave a shark-like grin. He showed no urgency, just prodded inside of him at a steady pace that neither hurried nor slowed. Majima didn’t try to reach deeply into Kiryu, instead opting to explore the give of his clutch. Once he found a pace and pattern that got Kiryu shivering, he stayed the course and gave it to him over and over. Majima knew that the build would work best for this.
Kiryu’s hips twitched to meet his knuckles every now and then. This occasionally drew a whimper from Majima himself, even as he went untouched. Eventually, Majima’s hand left for a moment to meet the base of his cock, fingers doing something that made him thrust. His moans were practically snarls, his eye flashed almost like an animal’s in the night. His fingers came back dripping, and he treated himself to a taste before returning to his work. Seeing that, Kiryu was torn as to how he wanted to return the favor later, what he wanted to do.
He could only focus on a singular, bone deep desire. Kiryu wanted to lick his mouth. Kiryu did lick his mouth.
Majima’s fingers curled. They inched inside of Kiryu. The switch drew nothing...then, all at once, a wave of something swelled that made Kiryu’s entire body dizzy and his brain light up like the blaze of a stoked flame.
Kiryu moaned loudly, right in Majima’s face. Under any other circumstance, this would have been considered rude. But Majima didn’t seem to mind at all. His breath caught as Kiryu clenched and started fucking himself on his fingers. Kiryu chewed his lower lip and buried his face, forced the words clawing up his throat to stay in place. As embarrassing as it was, Kiryu was so close to begging Majima to fuck him. Then, a moment of clarity.
This wasn’t prep work. This wasn’t a prelude to fucking. It was a part of it. This wasn’t the mechanical work of someone trying to hurry along to the part where they themselves got off. In a way, he was getting off, and getting Kiryu to cum was just the same as touching himself. Kiryu succumbed to the care of Majima’s touch, prostrate for the orgasm his body begged for.
“Kiryu-chan, you little slut. Never seen ya this raw.” Majima gave a giddy little laugh, much like the ones he did while fighting him. “Hell. Can’t fault ya. Never knew a man who didn’t like having his prostate played with.”
He could barely think, let alone respond to Majima’s wording. Kiryu just rutted into Majima’s hand. His own fingers didn’t compare to Majima’s. His own touched with uncertainty. Majima’s hand was confident with a cunt and knew how it felt to have it played with. Maybe it’d played with more than Kiryu’d ever get in his life, maybe it worked under the orders of someone with a different name and gender.
Kiryu felt the tiniest stretch. He looked down at Majima’s shifting hand, the only part of it visible his pinky. There were more fingers buried inside him than he thought, buried to the knuckle and squirming inside him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was actually pushing him closer to his limit. No, wait, he was actually at the edge, hurtling fast. His toes curled. His lip quivered around the moans that bubbled from his throat.
Majima stopped immediately. He slowly, carefully, eased his fingers out. Kiryu squawked. He could feel his thoughts coming back, and all of them were about how he was about to cum.
He grabbed Majima’s wrist as it pulled away, face twisting into the meanest scowl he’d ever had, excluding those he wore in life or death situations. He practically growled when he started mouthing off.
“You son of a bitch! I was almost there! Why’d you stop?”
Majima gave him the cheekiest grin that Kiryu ever had to suffer through while he pried his wrist from Kiryu’s grasp.
“You knew?” His teeth gnashed. “You knew! You’re such an ass!”
He began sitting up, turning towards the man fuming in his room, secure in his safety. Kiryu actually punched his shoulder.
“Hold on,” he cooed, like placating an animal. “Yeah, Kiryu-chan! I know ya like the back of my eye patch! And I know you didn’t want to cum.”
For the moment, he was too furious to speak. Majima filled the silence, using his stupid fucking voice and silver tongue to his advantage.
“Ya didn’t wanna cum that way. You came to me wanting something specific. Be a good boy and I’ll give it to ya.”
His swearing died in his throat. That, Kiryu had no response to. He supposed Majima was right. His fury evaporated through him, but hung around like a cloud. Kiryu’s ire was still there. He sighed at great length.
“Why are you like this?”
“’Cuz I like ya, Kiryu-chan! Cuz I wanna make sure yer havin’ fun. Gotta be ‘spontanyewus’ to keep you on yer toes.” His voice dropped an octave.
“Cuz I don’t wanna get you that worked up just to cum on my fingers. I want you squeezin’ on my cock instead.”
“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who just fucked up my last orgasm.” Kiryu was trying his hardest not to react to what Majima just said.
For what it’s worth, he just pushed Kiryu down and settled between his legs. No more talking. He pushed his pants down lower and tugged Kiryu by his waist to get him to straddle his dick.
He began to thrust. Kiryu bit his lip to keep quiet. For a moment, Majima was fully contented playing in his slick.
Majima didn’t waste much time though, positioning so that he was crouched over a supine Kiryu, leering through his eyepatch. He grabbed his cock and maneuvered it so that he was breaching Kiryu with his head. Kiryu’s stomach jumped and he felt himself succumbing to his role.
“Feel that, Kiryu-chan? Feel how you’re just open enough to take my cock? Huh?” He nudged a bit further. “Can’t get that without a bit’a work. Can’t get ya open and creamin’ on me like this without a bit’a foreplay.”
Kiryu faced Majima straight ahead, but it didn’t look like he was quite seeing him, or anything for that matter.
Majima slowly pressed, giving way to Kiryu’s welcome embrace. His eyes fluttered.
Kiryu’s face flushed. He cut off the whimpers he felt building up by asking Majima thickly: “How do I feel?” Majima almost seemed winded.
“Feels like yer melting over me. Feels like I can feel yer blood poundin’ in yer veins.”
Majima bottomed out, and, though he was shaking like an autumn leaf, Kiryu took it like a champ.
His body shaking, his walls shaking, his eyelids shaking, his bottom lip shaking,
Majima’s voice was small, saccharine, reverent, so many things unlike him.
“”Kiryu-chan, you’re squeezin’ me just perfect.”
He bowed his head, kissed and sunk his teeth into Kiryu’s neck, and he began claiming him.
Two thrusts and Kiryu remembered to breathe, and his exhales sounded like he was in pure ecstasy.
They were both this way. They were the same.
Just thinking about how it would feel to take Majima this way, he clenched for a moment. Majima groaned, tensed for a moment. His jaw dropped, panting across a blooming bruise on Kiryu’s neck.
Kiryu grabbed Majima’s hair and pushed that open mouth against himself, desperate to feel Majima’s teeth savage him like he was prey. He dug the soles of his feet into the futon and lifted his hips, let another man treat him like a hole. Kiryu welcomed it. His voice slipped a little higher and he didn’t catch himself, neither did he feel the need to.
And for the moment, some of him is just his body, and some of him is thinking like himself, and the both of them meet when Majima begins pulling his cock with his knuckles. The both of them throb.
“Aniki,” Kiryu peeped. Nails dug into red petals and dark clouds, and the way they related to each other was more elaborate than any bond, and there was no language to describe it, so the best they had was brother.
Kiryu was dripping. He was wet down his taint and between his cheeks and making a mess. This futon was ruined. Majima was probably still going to keep it.
Two of Majima’s sticky fingers shoved their way into Kiryu’s mouth and he sucked them without question. All higher functioning had stopped. He was nothing but receptive.
“Nissan, fuck me. Fuck me harder.”
Majima gave a little laugh. “Don’t tempt me.” He bit Kiryu’s lip. “I’ll tear this little pussy up. You won’t walk for days.”
That sounded pretty nice, actually. He kind of wanted to beg for it.
Kiryu whimpered like it still hurt him, and it was steadily getting more insistent.
Kiryu was high off of it. He wanted to tell him, and take him apart. And what would Kiryu want Majima to say to him, if he could take his place?
“Cum in me, Aniki…”
Majima actually gasped, eye flashing at Kiryu in disbelief. They both felt his body lose control. The entire time Majima was cumming, he fucked Kiryu like he was trying to spill his seed in him. Nothing spilled, but the desire to was raw, palpable to Kiryu. He might as well have felt it himself. Even if there was any pain at the time, the need to give Majima what they both wanted drowned it out. Kiryu locked Majima in with his legs and rocked to meet his thrusts. So much for restraint.
Majima pulled out when Kiryu’s twitching finally subsided, groaning deeply. He began climbing from his knees to a stand. Kiryu grunted, somewhere between grumpy and adorable.
“Yeah?”
“Wanna see it.”
“What?”
“Your cock.”
Majima was quiet for a moment. Kiryu couldn’t see him at all, let alone his face. He couldn’t guess what Majima was feeling.
“L’right.”
“And I wanna see it up close.”
Rustling, rustling. Then, he felt Majima climb over him, atop of him, sitting on Kiryu’s ribs.
Kiryu was genuinely surprised. He expected a surprise, but he didn’t know the scale of it.
Majima’s dick was still hard, not having returned it to its previous state yet. It was just as well, because Kiryu wouldn’t have been able to see the details of the tattoos climbing up his shaft. They looked like a natural extension of his irezumi. All of it did. He hadn’t bothered trying to get it to pass as something that grew from someone, but something entirely. Something different. It was just as much as art as his back and thighs, if not even more.
Below it was a swollen cunt, much like Kiryu’s. It smeared slick against Kiryu’s skin. Neither of them seemed to notice, or at least care.
Kiryu wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s beautiful”? No, that could be interpreted wrong, which Majima surely would, and on purpose. “Did it hurt”? Of course it hurt, getting the various surgeries and the tattoo. “How long did you have to wait”? Also up to interpretation, as well as obvious. Too long. If it was a question, it could be too invasive. If it was a compliment, it could be taken as lewd, which he would mean from a more practical, genuine standpoint.
“Didn’t know you could get that. Uh. Setup.” Yup. Nailed it.
Majima tittered shrilly. “Get tha right surgeon and enough money, ya could probably get two at once.”
“Surprised you didn’t go for that one, honestly.”
Majima snickered. Before he had a chance to give some clownish response, Kiryu asked: “Does it eventually...uh...go back down?”
“Nah, this is just my life now. I can only do it just the once, then I’m yer personal sex toy forever.”
Kiryu’s expression made it clear that the joke didn’t land. Majima snorted, then pushed his erection down. For a few seconds it stayed firm, but then, it gradually went limp.
“Ah.”
“Yer surprisingly hands off in this situation. What, ya scared of it now?”
“Oh. I can touch it?” Honestly, Kiryu was too reverent to touch his penis, as if the thing was a delicate artifact. Majima pointing out how he was expecting to be touched made Kiryu feel like he’d done a social faux pas akin to missing the opportunity to shake hands with a prospective business partner. He delicately pulled him up to explore the tattoo from another angle. It wrapped his shaft elaborately; everywhere he looked was decorated, if not fastidiously sculpted or tended to. No hair follicles, and minimal scarring. He was quiet as he inspected and slightly flushed. His hands began to quiver as he absently thought about Majima wanting to give whoever got into his pants a gorgeous view.
“Aw, Kiryu. Ya look honest-to-god nervous.” Kiryu didn’t have to look up to Majima’s mouth to know a smug smile had split his face. “Did I actually go an’ hurt ya? You gonna be able to stand an’ leave? Are ya gonna haveta limp to the hospital and have a real embarrassin’ conversation?” Majima’s words ended with an undignified hybridization of a yelp and a hiccup. Kiryu had started licking his flaccid cock, either to clean up the mess he made or to shut Majima up.
“Okay, okay--” Majima pushed Kiryu’s mouth off of him by pushing his forehead. “That’s enough, I do actually plan on goin’ to sleep tonight.”
“Maybe I’ll keep you up. Maybe I’ll teach you how to talk to me by riding you all night.”
“Haw??”
For a moment, Kiryu was staring him down. Then, he slapped Majima’s knee and nudged him to encourage him aside. “Get off me and let me go to bed. It’s late, Majima-no-nissan.”
Majima cleared his throat and extracted himself.
“Ya goin’ home, then?” He stood by, watching Kiryu as he gathered his clothes.
“...Yes.” Kiryu turned to look at Majima, a little uncertain. “Is there a problem?”
“You could stay the night.” Something about it didn’t sound right on Majima. Too uncertain, accent seeming to be something between his normal one and something else. A beat before Majima’s voice returned to something more familiar, leaning more into the cadence of a joke. “Wouldn’t be right to make ya go through the walk of shame this timea night.”
Kiryu mulled over Majima’s words and his own thoughts. He turned, saving them both the trouble of suffering through a poker face.
“Thank you.” The way Kiryu said it, though, made it unclear as to whether or not he was replying directly to what Majima just said.