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« Eyes on me, Princess »
Kojiro’s words murmured in his ear seemed to echo on the crabbed wall of the small bathroom.
Kaoru could not contain the long whine that escaped his throat as he obeyed the order and met the other man ‘s feverish eyes in the mirror ‘s reflection.
He looked positively wrecked already and they haven’t even kissed properly yet. To be fair, this was bound to happen after years and years of pent up tension between them. There was a saying that if you're in a deep rivalry with someone for more than 7 years, it was not hate anymore, it was sexual frustration.
And Kaoru had been frustrated, all right!
He spent years after years, pining for his best friend, waiting in the sideline for him to stop chasing skirt and to finally notice him. Saw him growing up from gangly awkward teenager to successful owner of a restaurant with the physicality of an antique marble statue. Even the forced separation during Kojiro’s apprenticeship in Italy was not able to even scratch the surface of their diamond solid bond.
It was probably due to the fact that they were talking everyday anyway and planned weekly video chats to vent about life.
The only problem was that he was not great with feelings and how to express them. And not very good with people in general either.
He learned to mask it for his professional life and to give the change for the sake of his business, but it was exhausting and at the end of the day, he was a people hater at core.
Only not for Kojiro, never Kojiro.
He was his only constant, his only friend who had no programmed circuit , his only anchor in life and he knew that he would end up snapping like a tired elastic after all this time.
What he didn’t expected was that his friend would fold before him and would literally take one for the team, draging him in the cramped toilet of a shady bar close to S after an entire evening spend eye fucking each other as discreetly as possible and some races down the mountain, that just served to pump them full of adrenaline.
The green-haired man was now licking the side of his neck, probably salty with sweat at this time of the night, never leaving his eyes, challenging him to break the contact.
But if Kaoru was a lot of things, he was definitely not a quitter, especially not when it was against this mountain of a hunk.
Gold eyes bored into mahogany ones and he could feel his body tremble at the pleased sparkle that was lit inside of them, battling with the lust and the hunger.
« You’re such a good boy when you want to », the chef purred, rubbing his nose into the soft pink hair of Kaoru before biting on his earlobe playfully.
Kaoru could not for the life of him stop the whimper that passed his lips. He wanted more. Needed more. Faster . Stronger.
Trying to make himself understand without words, he tilted his hips backward, swaying almost feverishly to make contact.
Kojiro let out a low and dark chuckle that made Kaoru’s skin goosebump.
« Somebody is impatient »
« Please, Kojiro »he whispered, out of breath already. « I need to feel you. I need you to fuck me. Please »
Kaoru was way past caring for appearances. That’s what years of yearning do to a motherfucker.
At his shameless begging, Kojiro growled against his back. Literally growled and closed his eyes , seemingly trying to take back control of himself.
« Fuck the mouth that you have. It will be the death of me » he slowly pushed the yukata to the side and pepper his shoulder with kisses.
Kaoru’s insides were on fire. His whole body shaking with want. His poor neglected member, already half hard since their first eye contact of the night, was now painfully straining the fabric of his clothes, probably leaking precum and making a mess of his S gears.
He saw the reflection of the hand of the other man, still searing his half gloves, trailing along his torso and searching around to open his yukata completely. They were so close that the surprised gasp that went out of the chef’s mouth was impossible to miss, even with the loud pounding of his own heart.
« I fucking knew you still had some of them, you punk! » he purred, lovingly almost reverently, touching the metal piece that was going through his nipple. When he pinched it, Kaoru moaned, instinctively grabbing the thick tight behind him.
He noticed that he closed his eyes and dropped his head when he felt a firm but gentle hand grasp his chin to redirect him to the mirror.
« I said, eyes on me »
Kaoru had no other choice than to obey, licking his lips with anticipation. Because two could play this game, he also moved his hand upper, managing to barely grace the hard form of Kojiro’s cock before being moved away.
« Both hands on the sink, Kaoru. And don’t you dare move them »
Secretly Kaoru always liked the ridiculous nicknames that Kojiro gave him and that he countered with the same fake vitriol. But what he loved above all, what kept him up late at night, hands sticky with lube and stomach covered in cum, was his given name on his best friend’s lips.
Swallowing hard, he executed himself, shivering when his scorching skin met the surface of the cold porcelaine.
« I will make you feel so good, sweets, so unbelievably good », Kojiro slurred, seemly drunk on lust, lightly pinching the pinked haired nipples between his thumb and pointer.
«Are you all talk like usual, dimwits, or will you finally move and fuck me? »Kaoru replied, getting impatient.
«Oh no, your Highness, I will not fuck you here. »
When Kaoru glared murdered at him, he laughed and continued « I refuse that our very first time, after years of dancing around, happens in a toilet. You know me better than this »
« Then why the fuck are we still there, you jackass? »
« Because I need to take your edge off, of course. »
His hand was now going past his abdomen, massaging his hip, before settling on the fabric of his underwear.
« Bud don’t get me wrong. I will wreck you, Kaoru. I will shake your world so hard that your eyes will cross and you will never be able to come down. Then I will drive us to my place and I will do it again. Then after you're good and pliant and so soft for me, I will take my time to devour you as you deserve it, centimeter by centimeter, kissing your entire fucking gorgeous body from your sole to the top of your pretty head. Then and only then, I will fuck you long and slow for the rest of the night. And tomorrow, after I come back from my morning run, I will make you breakfast and we will start again from the top. »
Kaoru gasped, face flushing, legs already trembling under the slow stroke from Kojiro’s firm calloused hand.
He started massaging softly, like they add all the time in the world when Kaoru was already feeling close to explode, pre -cum wetting the front of his boxer. He moaned loudly when the grip tightened, engulfing him from the head to the roots, following the vein of his shaft through the fabric.
He moved his hips, following the mouvement, asking for more, begging for release but not moving his hands from the sink as asked.
When thick fingers passed the elastic of his underwear, they froze.
Kojiro made another eye contact with him in the mirror, eyes serious, asking for permission before going too far. And if it was possible, Kaoru thought he just fell in love with this man for the umpteenth time.
Always preferring action to words, he nodded firmly, leaving the reins to his future lover.
He almost cried when the big warm finger wrapped directly around his cock, the thumb circling around the sensitive head to play with the fluid and spread it.
He knew of course what masturbation was, he even had other men do it for him in his youth, chasing tails to try to forget that he was neck deep into a situation ship with his best friend. But nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of Kojiro Nanjo around him.
« Fuck me, you’re so fucking beautiful Kaoru »
The hand in his boxer picked up pace and he felt his arms tremble. The experience was enchanted by the deep lusty eyes of Kojiro, never leaving his own, while his mouth sucked and nibbled at his neck, marking him , claiming him, fulfilling an animalistic part of his brain he didn’t even know he possessed.
Up, down, up, down. Faster and faster. Thumb playing with the sensitive head like a maestro . He could not control his voice anymore and pleading noises were escaping his red lips, mixing with the lewd sound of the furious movement of their joining, asking for more. Just a bit more.
He was so close. So damn close. He just missed something to push him over the edge.
As usual, the other man was seemingly reading his mind because he chose this exact moment to use his other hand to pinch his nipple, hard.
That was all that was needed for Kaoru to release himself into the hand of his lover, whole body arching and shaking.
His orgasm seemed to last for hours, heart pumping furiously in his chest, loud screams only stopped by the warm hand of Kojiro, while the other one continued to caress his slowly flattening cock with a gentle touch.
Gladly, Kojiro had a firm grip on him because his legs were now made of jelly and he was sure that without his strong support, he would have ended up on the toilet floor.
Taking advantage of his weakness, Kojiro went for the kill, removed his hand for his face and captured his lower lip between his teeth, sucking and licking lovingly, waiting for him to go back down to earth.
They stayed like this for several minutes, nose to nose, content to just hug each other, and occasionally leaving a little peck at any part of the other that was reachable in this position. Exploring this newfound intimacy so unfamiliar between them but already natural after so long together.
They had all the time in the world, tonight was just the beginning