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Kaoru laid across the bed, most of his 'S' gear abandoned next to him as he stared at the ceiling. He was in trouble.

Not really, not in a way that mattered outside these four walls. But it still made his heart skip a beat. It always did-- the thought of Kojiro riled up and in his face enchanted and thrilled him. They were friends, enemies, lovers and competitors all in one.

For Kaoru, the balance of risk and reward was a constant need. He craved danger, he craved adrenaline and wind in his face, high speeds and steep falls, but no matter how hard he tried to ride the high of reckless behavior, consequence still paralyzed him. Carla helped some, Kojiro helped a lot, and by now he had grown into a man that knew how to stay grounded, or at least appear that way.

He wasn’t sure something as unreasonable as a ‘safe danger’ existed until he loved Kojiro. A stick of dynamite with a fuse that only he could light, and only he could put out. Above all else, he was his comfort, his love-- but he could also be an adrenaline rush. And now he was on his way home, only minutes behind Kaoru who had sped away on his bike the second the race was over. He doesn't even remember who won. Doesn't really matter now.

Kojiro and him had been officially ‘together’ for only a few months now, and one of their only conditions was simply being monogamous for each other. Kojiro had no objections, in the end he had only ever truly wanted Kaoru, and Kaoru trusted that for the most part, but he was also known to be just a bit paranoid, and maybe a little jealous.

So, tonight, at ‘S’, before their beef, maybe Cherry caught him talking to a couple of girls, maybe one put her hand on his shoulder and he took a minute too long to walk away. . . . and then seconds before the countdown, when they'd usually be throwing out benign insults, Kaoru might have pulled him in just a little, and said something just a bit inappropriate for a friendly competition. That could’ve been enough to seal his fate for the night, but the way a small portion of the crowd directly behind them immediately erupted with laughing whoops and whistles that made Kojiro’s neck turn pink was probably the nail in the coffin.

It was wildly out of character, but in the moment, it was meant to be taken as a joke, a silly little quip to throw him off his game, and Kojiro had said and done much more inappropriate things than that to Kaoru in public as a joke, so why couldn’t he do the same? Why couldn't they just have a pre-race bickering session about it like usual?

. . . Because it wasn’t a joke between the two of them. It was clearly possessive, a reaction out of spite. While Kojiro often agreed they belonged to each other, gladly letting Kaoru take control over him many times, Kaoru did this solely to get Kojiro going, and the look he received for it let him know right away he had succeeded.

So there he sat, waiting for the muscley dom he just pissed off to get home and find him laying on their bed, donned in nothing but his black under suit and the satisfied smirk on his face. Alarm bells should be going off, danger, danger, run, but he couldn't bring himself to move an inch. He was excited, walking the tightrope between danger and comfort, and his safety net was the knowledge that all he'd have to do is say one word and they'd be watching Sailor Moon with glasses of wine, all of this behind them in an instant. . . He was more than welcome, he was encouraged to ask for a good night if he needed one. . . but he didn't want a good night. Not this time. He wanted high speed and a steep fall.

On cue, the door clicks open. 'Hello danger', Kaoru thought to himself.

“You seemed distracted out there.” He aims his voice toward the man in the doorway, still lying in wait for him.

At first he's greeted with a quiet hum, but Kojiro is silent as he moves towards the bed, and the way their eyes collide leaves Kaoru breathless. His cheeks have a slight dust of red, eyes glazed and otherwise expressionless. It's not a face or voice he typically greets with. Kaoru sits up, momentarily thrown off.

“. . . You’re not. . . actually angry, right?” He asks. It’s definitely covered up in a sarcastic tone, like it's trying to sound mocking, but they both know it’s also a clear invitation for genuine discussion. ‘Healthy Communication’, it was something they’d been working on. Clearly not enough, seeing as Kaoru half expected the situation to instantly dissolve into a spat, but they sure tried harder than ever these days.

A short flash of sympathy in Kojiro's eyes turns into an eye roll, clearly still annoyed, but the way the bed creaks and the feeling of his hand on Kaoru's cheek is nothing short of their usual adoration.

“No. A little scandalized, sure. But. . .” He leans in for the next part, so close Kaoru can feel Kojiro's breath inside the shell of his ear as his low rumbling voice reverberates down his neck.

“Your problem is sooo much worse than that. Got me in a mood to ruin something." He guides Kaoru's hand to the hard length tenting his pants, as if he couldn't already see that thing from outer space. "You just had to be bad tonight, huh?” Kojiro smiles at him, and oh what a dangerous smile it is.

An uncontrollable shudder runs through Kaoru's body. He feels Kojiro’s lips ghosting his jaw, which turn again into a smirk against his flesh.

“Uh oh, looks like you can't resist either. Good. I’ve got ideas, you gave me plenty of time to think on your little bike race home.”

He places a hand on Kaoru’s chest, pushing him back against the mattress before pinning his arms above his head.

“I’ll try not to get distracted.”

“. . . In my defense, you seemed a bit distracted before the match as well. . .” Kaoru responds, pretending to be unphased.

This time, the mask falters a bit as Kojiro’s face is taken over with confusion, maybe even a bit of amusement. He can't ignore the opportunity to tease the man laying beneath him.

“Oh my god. You’re so jealous. My fangirls still get under your skin that much?”

“Shut up, brute.”

Kojiro laughs, cocky as ever. He loves his feisty little prince like this, relinquishing control so ardently but still trying to nip at him like a dog. Kaoru would bite back, but the other man taps their foreheads together, and the way green curls fall around to frame his temples soften him.

“Oohoohoo. . ." He clicks through his teeth, eyes glazing with lust. "Careful. I don’t have to be so nice.” The dark tone he ends on somehow doesn't betray the doting smile he wears.

Kaoru whips his gaze away, he can't look him in the eyes when he starts talking like that. His eyes are wide and his face beat red, but he still tries to wear an expression that resembles indignance. Kojiro finds it adorable.

“. . . Kaoru.” He sighs, biting his lip to keep from laughing again as he hovers over. “If you paid a little more attention to other people instead of coming up with new ways to get me to rail you as hard as you like it, you might've noticed some key details, like. . . ohhh I dunno. . . the matching lesbian pride pins they were wearing.” Kojiro pulls a sarcastic hiss through his teeth. “It sure was a close call, but something tells me they were there to watch me skate, not a pair of succubus' out to ruin the structural integrity of our relationship.”

Kaoru closes his eyes, Kojiro’s stifled laughs the only thing echoing through the room. Well, good thing Kojiro was gonna fuck him to death, he sure craved it’s sweet release right about now. He often forgets about the chunk of his fanbase which seems to be gay women, there's just something about him that has that affect, Kaoru supposes. The reassurance was nice, but unable to fully brush off the blow to his pride, he decided to toss out a blow of his own. Just one more.

“. . . Oh whatever, how am I supposed to investigate every time you speak with another person at 'S', you seem to wanna fuck anything with a pulse, you animal.”

“Hah. Nope. Not anymore. Just you.” Kojiro replies, voice dark. “And lucky you, right?”

With a smirk, he kisses Kaoru hard and fast, teeth to teeth, tongue to tongue. Kaoru is intent on starting as quiet as he can be, but as the intensity increases, their breathing gets heavier and heavier. A lick here, a nip there, and Kojiro has him moaning into it the way he wants. Once they finally pull apart, they're panting against each other's mouths, taking in each other's air with stars in their eyes. Kojiro adjusts his grip to hold both Kaoru's wrists in one hand, so the other hand can explore a little.

As he slowly glides over Kaoru’s skin, further down to his ghost nails over his hipbone, his digits finally settle on the lowest seam of his bodysuit. Instead of taking it off just yet, he grazes his fingers over the taut fabric. It sends tiny shocks through Kaoru's system as his nails trace circles, running up and down, giving little strokes in all directions. Kojiro takes great pride in every subtle twitch and sharp inhale he elicits, and by the time the fabric was finally unclasped, Kaoru is practically dripping.

“. . . Wet. . .” Kojiro mutters, noting the decently sized spot already formed.

“So eloquent of you. . .” Kaoru teases, failing to hide the affect in his voice.

Kojiro smiles, tugging on the elastic of the other man's underwear before letting it snap gently back against his skin.

“Be nice or I’ll gag you with them, sweetie.”

Kaoru’s eyes are ablaze, challenging yet inviting, still resting on that beautiful line he’s been chasing.

“Have you figured out how you’re going to punish me yet?” He asks low, seductive, trying very hard not to sound too happy about it.

Kojiro smiles again, and it’s a smile that would make the devil himself weak in the knees.

“That's the thing, I couldn’t decide. . ." He pushes Kaoru's suit higher for a better view, bunching fabric around his ribcage and baring his abdomen. "Gonna be a long night, I guess. If I feel like stopping at all. Might just keep going till the sun comes up. You should ask Carla to count how many times I make you cum.”

Kaoru tries not to get goosebumps. They had yet to try for multiple 'rounds' back-to-back like that before. Maybe twice in a day, but he was usually given some very gracious lulls in between to recover. He wasn't sure if he could do much more than that, they'd only been sleeping together for so long and he never trusted anyone as much as Kojiro to try and push him that hard. Still, if he believed anything that man spoke of, it was his sexual capabilities.

“In fact, I can think of a pretty good place to start counting. Come here.”

Kaoru's hands are finally released and he obeys, rising to his knees and crawling forward when Kojiro pats his own leg, gesturing him to rest over his lap. He already knows what’s about to happen, but it's the way Kojiro suddenly man handles him into position as though he’s going too slow that makes his breath hitch. He grabs and aggressively jerks the underwear down to Kaoru's ankles.

Kojiro bites his lip. God. It was almost poetic how much he loved this man’s ass, and yet all he wanted to do when he saw it on display like this was utterly destroy it.

Smack!

Kaoru inhales sharply through his teeth, waiting for the sting to rise. . . until--

He lets out a quiet wavering moan of pain, more pain than usual. What he doesn’t expect when he looks back is to see Kojiro waving at him with the most ‘eat-shit-and-die’ grin, which would make him roll his eyes if he didn’t notice the silver ring on Kojiro’s finger and how well it matched the purple welt slowly appearing on his ass. A ring. . . for a moment he thinks the accessory is unfamiliar, but no. It's one he had tried to make Kojiro wear in an attempt to ward off hoards of fans flirting with him. Ah. Well. Irony.

“What’s wrong Kaoru? Distracted?” Kojiro taunts, not even waiting for those glaring eyes to turn away from him as he comes down hard on the other cheek -- SMACK!

“AhhHh-” Kaoru hisses. “Fuck you.”

“Maybe next time." He winks, flashing a smug and beaming grin that quickly disappears back into something dangerous. "Hm. . . Let’s start with 10, does that feel fair?" Kojiro waits for a reply that doesn't come, because the answer would clearly be no.

"Count.”

“All right. 2.” Kaoru pouts.

Kojiro rubs over the welts a bit which makes the other wince at the simultaneously soothing and irritating massage.

“No, that was the demonstration. Start from the beginning.”

Smack!

“. . . One.” Kaoru utters through gritted teeth, determined to compose himself.

Smack!

“Two.” His voice almost broke. Damn ring.

Smack!

“T-three.” He stuttered as pain started settling in sharper, waves of heat rushing over and tears pricking in his eyes.

Smack!

“F-f-fou-” Kojiro's hand hit a little too high and off to the side, closer to boney structures. It brought on a throbbing pain that shifted the end of his word into an uncontrollable whine.

Smack! Smack!

“Fiv-Six-Ow!-” That one was closer to his thigh. He hissed and cried as it was starting to ache down into his bones, red skin burning and every bruise screaming.

“You're doing good baby. Keep up, don’t make me start over.” Kojiro taunted, drawing a small whine from the man splayed out on his lap.

SMACK!SMACK! Resounded as his palm hit rapid fire on both sides.

“SevennnnnnEight-fuck-Ko-” His voice fell apart into breaths and cut off moans as he clapped a hand over his mouth, which was almost immediately pulled away.

“Nope, wanna hear you take it. . . just two more, you can do it.” He halts for a few seconds, not wanting to resume until Kaoru softly nods.

SMACK!

He holds his breath until he lets out a ragged pant that sounds somewhere between a whimper and a laugh. Kaoru eventually gets around to following instructions, knowing the consequences if he doesn't.

“. . . nine.” He chokes out.

Kojiro leans down to the red and purple skin, and gives it a soft kiss.

“Good boy.”

SMACK!!!

“ten-fuckk-” Kaoru barely gets to say before the tears spill over. He pants hard, breathing through the pain and pleasure until he's holding together again, but it's daunting to him how quickly he’s coming undone. Kojiro gives his red and angry skin one more encouraging kiss before leaning back.

“On your back again.” Kaoru moves off his lap, wincing a few times at how the sore spots ache down to his muscles. Kojiro, same as always, a loving, caring, adoring, sex-crazed fuck-demon, is sure to keep a hand on his waist to catch him if his legs give out.

Kaoru manages the shift in position, and Kojiro doesn't waste a second hoisting the one piece over his head, leaving it wrapped around his wrists, working in tandem with the underwear on his ankles as impromptu restraints. He could always find the real restraints he had lying around, but he had grown far too impatient for that. Besides, he knew Kaoru wouldn't fight hard enough to need more than that.

His eyes travel down to Kaoru's chest, always in awe of the lack of scarring. Kaoru was pretty flat to begin with, so ‘keyhole’ surgery was always the route he wanted. That didn't make it easier, it was still a huge process that Kojiro had to help a lot with during recovery, and it sucked seeing him in pain, and not even the sexy kind. It sucked even more to be 'friends' over lovers at the time, having to hold himself back from the more intimate kind of comfort he wanted to give, too scared to do more than offer his hand to hold. But god, was it worth it. He’d do it over and over again for Kaoru to feel the level of satisfaction he has for his body now to show it off like this, to let Kojiro indulge in it too. It felt so special to run his hands over his love, his tesoro, bellissimo, the body crafted in the image Kaoru saw for himself, and Kojiro felt so privileged to see it too. It was perfect, and best of all, it was offered up to him. It was his to claim.

As ideas keep swimming through his head, he takes a moment to pause, working the silver band off and placing it carefully on the bedside table. He had learned the hard way a very long time ago, the reason you don't spank with rings on isn't so much for the sake of the sub who's into that shit, but the dom, to keep the ring from getting stuck if your hand gets too irritated and swollen. It's still soon enough that it slides easily, thank god, that's the kind of action that only deserves one embarrassing emergency room trip in his lifetime.

To distract from the pulsing ache Kojiro is sure he's created in his lover's backside, his mouth presses gentle kisses over one of the rosey spots on the man's chest, licking and nibbling until it's a hard peak, while his thumb gives similar treatment on the other side. Kaoru moans beneath him, squirming and arching his back against the sensation. While his mouth continues, Kojiro's hands are still restless, diving down to and rubbing against his clit. Kaoru shudders, involuntarily grinding against him.

"Sit still, lovely~ You're mine tonight."

One hand goes back to tightly gripping the bundle of clothing still around Kaoru's hands, pulling at the middle till it sits behind his head with his elbows are bent out, a position that feels completely helpless in the best kind of way. He gasps as Kojiro's middle finger enters him painstakingly slow before inching back. He's so ready for it, unable to stop himself from rutting against Kojiro's touch again, needy for more.

"You're already wrapped up, sweetheart. If you keep moving . . ." The warning is intentionally left as a cliffhanger. He knows whatever Kaoru's positively depraved imagination comes up with will work better, anyways.

Kaoru swallows, but stays as still as he can. Kojiro pulls faster ins and outs until Kaoru relaxes enough for him to press hard and curl against the spot he knows he can't resist. Then comes the second finger, and without much warning besides another quick smirk, he plunges in at a breakneck pace. Kaoru gasps. The intense sensation has him moaning louder and louder as the punishing speed continues, deeper and harder by the second, fervantly pushing him to the edge.

"-nn-NN-Fuc-hh-ghh-nn-aA-nnn-No-ff-Fair-hh-hnh-ggh-" Kaoru barely gets out before the feeling becomes too much, his body jerking and writhing in pleasure without his permission.

"Ohh doll. Since when have we ever played fair?" Kojiro says, before pulling all the way out to give a harsh SMACK on the sensitive area he had just been abusing. Kaoru nearly jumped a foot in the air, gasping so hard the breath caught in his throat with a clipped yell.

[ God that's hot. He had been planning that. At least he took the ring off this time. ]

Kojiro starts up a new rythym slowly pressing in, rubbing over his clit, and shoving into him hard and fast, cycling and cycling in a way that leaves Kaoru feeling hazy. It's so rough, and they had only just started. It doesn't take very long for that pain to blend into an arousal that he loves, one he begs for frequently. The intense barrage from Kojiro's fingers in his cunt is too much. As his palm smacks against tender flesh so hard it echoes through the room, Kaoru feels a wave of euphoria rushing towards him.

"G-gonna-c-c-c-"

"Go ahead baby."

He sees stars as Kojiro's fierce ministrations undo him, shaking through shockwaves till he can hardly breathe, the tempo not once pausing or even slowing down as Kaoru cries out and clenches around him. In fact, he doesn't slow down even long after Kaoru has already come down from his peak, and it's starting to take it's toll. The fire that had pooled in his abdomen was starting to sear through his veins, starting at his loins. Yet, somehow, he wasn't complaining.

"K-Ko-koji-ro-hnnhh-" Kaoru moans, lurching and panting as overstimulation wracks his body.

"Said you could cum. Never said I'd stop." He grins against Kaoru's neck as a stifled sob of pleasure escapes him. As if it wasn't enough, he gives another disrespectful -SMACK!- Making Kaoru actually yell out this time.

"AH! Fuckkk, Kojirooo--" Kaoru whines out. The whine turns into sucking air when suddenly his pastel locks, still done up in his prim and proper 'Cherry' pontail, are yanked. Hard.

"Aww. You want a break? How about you return the favor, sweetheart. Get me as wet as I got you."

Kojiro guides him far less than gently down on all fours by the hair as he exposes his hard length. Without hesitation, Kaoru places his lips around the head of Kojiro's cock and starts to suck, licking at the beads collected at the top before taking the entire thing in his mouth. His eyes were glazed over with fire and desire as he bobbed up and down, trying not to focus too much on how his hot cunt was still throbbing.

He moans around Kojiro's cock, the vibrations making the other man roll forward hard enough to gag him. It was so good. Kaoru loved when he started getting selfish.

The most important thing to know about Kojiro is that he's a skilled people pleaser, he loves seeing the look on a person's face when he finds their body's new niche and gets to exploit it. He could pull someone apart just to put them back together even nicer. He worships all his partners, but there is no higher god to him than Kaoru. And Kaoru, of course, gets off to negative attention.

Things were different outside of this, they alternated frequently between at each others throats with scathing insults, or with teeth grazing over collar bones, but every day they found new ways to love each other a little more, which they swore should be impossible by now. But still, for Kaoru, sometimes imagining Kojiro using his body like he's a toy being played with, an object to use, owning him, making him cum till he can't think, leaving him tied to the bed completely spent until he's ready to fuck him filthy again. . . it did something to his head. Swallowing all the shame and letting Kojiro know about these feelings was the best decision he had ever made.

"Yes baby just like that- god- so good-nhh-Fuck-" Kojiro moaned, pulling Kaoru from his fantasies till the end of his cock was bruising his throat. Then, he stops his movements, grunting and holding the merciless position just long enough, before yanking him back to ensure he doesn't cum already. This was just to warm them up, he meant it when he said he had plans.

Kaoru trails spit down his jaw as he comes off Kojiro's cock, coughing around sharp inhales and lustful moans. He blinks tears from red eyes, trying to hear himself think over the pulse rushing through his ears and his own ragged breathing. Kojiro pulls on that blush colored ponytail again, this time with enough vigor to draw a strangled gasp from the others well used lips. Kaoru takes the hint and lays back, gasping again when Kojiro's strong hands spread his legs. The plush of his lover's milky thighs crowding around his fingers has Kojiro fighting off a shudder.

God, how he loved those thighs. Kaoru was well toned, but he had an ass that wouldn't quit and legs for days, and Kojiro had let him know this many times, in those exact words.

He wastes no extra time, maneuvering the pair so the restrained ankles rested around his midsection, and the arms around his neck. Then, angling his cock against Kaoru's entrance, he rocks forward mercilessly. Kaoru is laid out, his red and puffy cunt stings as Kojiro pounds into him, relentless and hungry. Even with how wet they both are, Kojiro's size is dragging and stretching his swollen flesh until he feels like he's gonna explode. Tears wet his red cheeks, it aches with every thrust, and he can only imagine how sore he'll be in the morning. It's incredible.

"S-s-so full. . . fucck-"

"Take it all, baby."

Kojiro's speed hastens, flesh snapping against flesh loud and proud, and it's making Kaoru feel light headed in just the right way. His moans shift into wails, and just when Kaoru thinks he can't take anymore, he pulls out.

"Whatthefuck-" Kaoru growls out, sounding genuinely a bit scary.

"Settle down, you know I'm not done with you yet." Kojiro reassures. "Jeez. Feral."

"Haha- As if you're one to talk, gorilla." Kaoru practically rasps, laughing a breathy laugh. The sound, as nice as it is, ends up cut short when Kojiro finally does away with the DIY 'restraints' and flips Kaoru over, face down, ass up.

He sits up on his knees and promptly slots back in. It doesn't take very long at all before Kaoru is slumping against the bed, limp, completely at the mercy of Kojiro's cock sinking down into him. Noises of ecstasy are muffled against pillows and sheets. He honestly wants to lay there and get railed until he passes out, but Kojiro won't have that. Those diligent fingers of his wrap around Kaoru's ponytail and wrench his head up, continuing to fuck into him, tugging him back on his length just the right amount with every thrust. Oh my god, Kaoru was obsessed.

"Ughh-god-Yes-yess-yes-god-fuck!-fuckme-pleasee-ahh-hahaa-" He stutters out. The brutal pace is catching up quickly, tears glistening on Kaoru's eyelids as every single breath now comes paired with a whine, whimper, pant, or choked moan.

"So good. . . feel so fucking good. . ." Kojiro mutters back. Kaoru feels pressure building inside him again, alongside a warning desperately fumbling from his mouth.

"G-please-cu-cum-gonna-cum-again-imgonnacum-fuckk-can i-pleasecan-"

"Cum for me baby."

A few more thrusts is all it takes. Fireworks explode, shooting through Kaoru and rippling in his stomach. His body jolts, bending against Kojiro's unrelenting speed as he pulls the most fucked-out sounds from his mouth. While the first orgasm was whines and cries, this was shouting, it hurt his raw throat and he has to imagine it was damaging to Kojiro's ears.

Kojiro didn't care about his hearing right now, obviously. He was chasing his own climax, which hit him fast and hard as Kaoru clamped down around him.

"Fuucckkk-" He moans, bucking hard into the feeling before releasing deep inside, so hard Kaoru could swear he felt the hot stream coating his inner walls. Kojiro's movements slow down, eventually stopping as he tries to correct his heart rate. There's a short moment of rest before completely pulling out, letting Kaoru fall forward into the soft and inviting bed, laying next to him.

Not for very long, though.

The sounds pouring from Kaoru's mouth are heavenly. Struck with the sudden urge to admire his work, Kojiro sat back up, looking over Kaoru's used cunt. Despite the fact that he was already softening, Kojiro felt his cock twitch again at the absolutely breathtaking sight. The soft mound of pale bare skin with folds like lace, blended seamlessly into a bright sakura pink entrance, a single line of white dripping down over delicate flesh so pillowy, plush and begging for more.

"Man. . . you look so good all messed up by my cock like that. . ."

Kaoru can't help the shiver that runs over him when such filthy talk infiltrates his ear, as he's still trying to recover. It doesn't help when he feels Kojiro's strong hand brushing up his leg, nestling so well into the dip between his thighs.

"Hmm. . . Got any more in you?"

Kaoru groaned, unable to breathe, speak, do anything but survive.

"What's that? I can't hear you." Kojiro leans over him, drawing a whiny groan from man who's legs were still quaking.

"nn. . . don't know. . . maybe-" He chokes out.

"That's not enough. More or no?"

Kaoru whimpers, eyebrows bent out of shape. Still, he keeps the word that would release him from this treatment so far away from his tongue. That was another rule they had implimented together, 'keep going until someone gives the safeword', because the things that would come from Kaoru's mouth after a certain point in the night couldn't be trusted. It was contradictory gibberish, cautions from the rational brainspace he's trying so hard to smother, as his body not working in tune with his mind, and Kojiro was quick to catch on. You can only hear "No more, ah, stop-- why are you stopping, idiot?" so many times before you lose your mind. Kaoru really doesn't know if he can handle another. . . . . . . but. . . god, he wants to find out. Needs to find out.

He nods his head yes this time.

"More."

Hello, danger.

". . . Now why did I have a feeling that'd be your answer." Kojiro smiles down at his partner, truly insatiable.

Then, he's forcibly rolled over by Kojiro's powerful hands for probably the 10th time that night, and it never stops being sexy. What really gets to him though, is when Kojiro proceeds to guide Kaoru's hands back, down to his own still sensitive cunt.

"Hold yourself open for me, sweetie."

"Wh. . . what?" Kaoru panted. He'd never been tasked with such a thing before, and well, to be fair, it was a bit more vulgar than he was used to. He felt appalled, at the same time that he'd probably have a full body shiver if Kojiro asked him that again.

"Go on." Kojiro urges. Kaoru shivers.

He tried to fight off the blush rising to his cheeks, but as his fingers delved in, Kaoru couldn't help but bury his face into the pillow below with a bashful groan. The view for Kojiro was amazing, but it got even better as he cupped over his hole, dipping a finger in, watching Kaoru pulsate as cum dribbled out onto his palm.

"God, yes, just like that. . . Perfect." He says, curling his digit around and playfully working at his inner walls. Kaoru squirms, huffing and panting before eventually turning his head to moan so loud into empty air, completely overwhelmed by it all. He swears he's gonna honest to god black out when he feels Kojiro's tongue on his clit.

"Shit!!" He says urgently.

"Keep yourself wide open for me, baby, you don't want me to have to do it myself." He mumbles. The warm breath of it against Kaoru's cunt is simply stunning.

[ Yes I do, idiot. Of course I do. I'll love anything you do to me. ]

Kojiro mercilessly licks a stripe around his insertion, lapping against walls he doesn't usually have such easy access to. It makes Kaoru's knees wobble. His legs threaten to slam together as Kojiro continues tonguing down into him, making sure every single inch of his cunt is being given equal attention. Pleasure rises in him again, building and building, along with a gentle gush of fluid that he didn't know he had waiting inside. That was new.

Kojiro's response, of course, was an impressed 'oh fuck yeah' and a burst of kinetic energy, going in harder and faster than before.

"ahh-hahhh-nnn-m-mm-plea-pleas-" Kaoru's grip is slipping. Literally, his arms are giving out beneath him, and he can't stop it when one comes slamming down, fisting around the sheets for dear life.

Then, Kojiro withdraws completely, earning him a deep rumbling groan of desperation. He spreads him open with both hands, spitting directly on his roughed up hole, and Kaoru's offended gasp thrills him.

“God, I love those little noises. . . like you can’t believe what I just did to you, and you especially can’t believe how it made you that weak in the knees, isn’t that right?”

It is. But before Kaoru can think of a better answer, Kojiro hoists him up until they're back to chest, before wrapping one hand gently around his neck. He doesn't choke him. It’s like a chain, a display of dominance. The other hand goes back down and around to continue his work, squeezing right back in.

"Ko-jiro-fuuuckkkhhh!~" Kaoru whines, hitting a note he hasn't reached in years, and praying he doesn't collapse right then and there.

The blood is quickly pooling away from Kojiro's head, lost in all the fucked-out noises, the slick expelling out onto his hand with every motion, and the way Kaoru still feels so tight. In a moment of passion, he takes those fingers, still dripping in his own cum and Kaoru's fluid, and shoves them unceramoniously into his lover's mouth.

Shocked at how insanely dirty the action feels, Kaoru breathes a throaty groan around them, so scandalized, yet shaking with excitement. Kojiro can't help but moan, knowing this is driving Kaoru just as insane as he feels right now.

"We taste good baby?" He asks, voice husky with want. Kaoru stops trying to guess what will come next at this point, totally unprepared when Kojiro uses his other hand to re-angle his cock, pummeling up into him. It's only then that he remembers how much his ass hurts from earlier, as Kojiro slams against his battered flesh. Kaoru's truly out of his mind, making noises he has never heard before. He can't even hold himself up at this point, resigning to taking the treatment while being bounced on Kojiro's cock, his mouth still spilling various liquids around the fingers invading his mouth.

"hah. . . fuck. . ." Kojiro mutters, steadying Kaoru by pressing the other hand over his stomach, while pushing his fingers in until he feels the other man gag on them. With a shudder, he buries his face into Kaoru's neck. Seeing him like this is enough to make him cum again, somehow tight as ever while almost pliable as he takes whatever Kojiro has to give, whether its pain, pleasure, punishment or praise. He lets the spit-covered fingers slip out, sliding them all the way down Kaoru's abdomen until they reach his clit.

"fuuuhuhuhuhuck-" Kaoru says in disbelief, coming out choppy and desperate. His eyes roll back in pleasure, he's lost count of how many orgasms he's already had, and he's bounding for yet another. His whole body is shaking, with red cheeks, mouth slightly agape, and sweat clinging every loose hair to his temples. It's terrifying, like standing at the edge of a cliff, and he wants more, so much more, he wants so badly for Kojiro to find his limit, and then push it till it breaks.

And even now, Kojiro still isn't done with the surprises, feeling there's a little something left that Kaoru's holding out on. He's just so wet, the slight squelch as Kojiro bullies into his cunt is making his ears feel hot all over.

"Doing so good baby. . . Just a little more." Kojiro sucks a few marks onto Kaoru's shoulder, his neck, and then--

The pounding stops. Kojiro pulls out, and Kaoru simply collapses down onto the bed. His eyes are still half lidded and to the cieling, fluttering, but far too tired to open right now. He hardly moves, even as curiosity creeps into his hazy thoughts while he listens to Kojiro shuffle around in the bedside drawer. He's so close, he wants to beg harder than he's ever begged before in his life, but he can't even form words for how desperately he needs it. He's so close.

Kojiro knows this. He also knows he's gonna need something strong to push Kaoru over the edge one more time, so he pulls out all the stops. Once he's done setting up his secret weapon, he comes back inches from Kaoru's face, gripping tightly around his jaw with one hand. His index finger gives a strong *tap tap tap.* against the mans cheekbone until he opens his eyes.

"You ready for me?" Kojiro asks.

Kaoru's expression is a bit blank, but the corners of his open mouth are definitely turning into a challenging smile. Kojiro tugs his head up, this time loosening the pony considerably. He lets go of the mans face so his palm can strike against it just a little, a few loud claps sounding out from his face wet with tears, sweat, and . . . honestly, one of their fluids, who knows.

When he holds his jaw again, Kaoru moans a breathy laugh in defiance, muffled slightly by how his cheeks are being pressed in. Yes, getting smacked around was a surefire way to drive him insane.

"Answer. You're close, right?"

After a second of processing, Kaoru nods.

"You sure you want to cum one more time?"

He nods again, this time a delirious and cathartic smile gracing over his squished cheeks.

"Pretty please."

The fucked-out look has Kojiro holding on for dear life. Luckily, he has just the thing to speed him along. With confirmation, he lets go, climbing behind him, and then--

Bzzz.

The second the wand touches him, Kaoru screams. Even as the noises are suffocated against the pillow, his shattered cries are so loud, Kojiro silently hopes they don't get the cops called.

"Yes, god. . . want to hear you fucking scream for me. . ." Kojiro says under his ragged breath.

Pressure builds again, but this time, it's . . . weird. It's also indescribable in a single word besides 'weird', which doesn't help him at all. It's unlike any orgasm he ever had before, the usual heat is replaced by something else, almost cold, like menthol, or an electric shock. It's tickling him from the inside out, like every nerve in his body is turning sideways, and it's making his fingers and toes curl towards his core. The sensation isn't unpleasant, but god is it strong, stronger than anything he's ever felt. And it's the way it's building for so long, creeping up on him so agonizingly slow, that every time he thinks 'too much', a second later it reaches a higher peak. He's falling the fuck apart trying to wrap his head around it, and Kojiro finds it absolutely gorgeous.

"nonowaitwaitwait-" Kaoru rambles out, voice breaking over and over between a groan and a whine. And there it is, that damn hypocrisy trying to sabotage him again, that annoying side that keeps him from falling. He wants to fall. He wants Kojiro to catch him. He wants to be emptied out and filled back up with nothing but Kojiro left inside. He needs it so bad.

Kojiro hums over him. "That's not the magic word~."

Kaoru knows that. He can hardly breathe, bursting into broken whiney sobs, rattling on in probably the most embarassingly needy tone of voice he's ever used before as the vibrator is gently rolled over his clit with precision. "ca-can't-nghh-ica-icant-icanticanticant-weird-hhh-w-feelsw-weird-i-nn-"

"Then make me stop. You have the option, you know that baby. We can stop right now." Kojiro sobers himself for a second to reassure. HAH. The audacity of such a ridiculous idea almost makes Kaoru feel personally insulted.

"nooohohohplease-More-pleas-ineed-more-More-fuckkkghhhhhh" He begs, and that settles it for both of them. He has no idea where this is going, and truthfully isn't sure of what he wants or needs anymore, but he's trusting Kojiro to give it to him, and give Kojiro will.

"Then cum. It's all right, I've got you." He whispers, before moving the wand a bit higher and pushing his aching cock back in.

Kaoru's heaving out desperate and shattered breaths, the choppy noises coming from him are almost panicked. But he wasn't panicked, he knew panic and anxiety far too well. He was overwhelmed by something new and amazing, but it was positively euphoric, and he was fine knowing Kojiro was there to ground him. He's so glad, so grateful to have both the danger and the comfort he wanted.

"I'm right here baby. Cum for me. It's okay." Kojiro kisses into the man's now disheveled hair, barely coherent himself. Then comes what really seals the deal, not being everything he's done to his cunt tonight, but the way his free hand moves, fingers threading over Kaoru's, grasping it tightly. He's holding Kaoru's hand as he fucks him into oblivion, Kojiro is watching as he comes apart beneath him into a fucked-out, sobbing heap, ruined by his dick . . . and he's holding his hand through it. Absolute madman.

Kaoru feels it rising, rising, then-- He's rocketed into it, everything is alive, white hot, his whole body wracked by explosive shockwaves of something that feels absolutely mind numbing. Wails are pouring from him, many drowning in his throat, too tight to even escape. He feels so tight he isn't sure how his muscles aren't locked down, instead convulsing uncontrollably, as the feeling coils through him all the way down to his bones. He's floating, every thought evaporated away as he comes unraveled on Kojiro's cock.

And--

He needs to use the bathroom.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Oh. Ok. No, he doesn't. He's cumming. For real this time.

Like, a lot.

"FUCK! Ah!" He shouts as warm fluid drips from him, down his thighs until it's making a mess of absolutely everything. Spasms continue to build as he squirts against the bed, hard enough now that he can hear it pelting the sheets, even as the flow is disrupted around Kojiro's throbbing cock.

Kojiro rides his own waves out with almost roaring groans buried into the crook of Kaoru's neck, rumbles that are barely muffled in a flurry of sweaty pink and green curls, haphazardly mixed together. He manages to catch sight of Kaoru's face and goddd. Goddddddddduh.

When Kojiro finally pulls out, Kaoru's a fountain under the vibrations still going hard on his clit, arching his back as he ruins the sheets. He's not sure how long he stays in that state, but to Kaoru it feels like minutes before he’s finally completely spent. His trickle comes to a halt, and his breathing starts to slow, but it’s the only thing that does. The next wave of overstimulation hits him-

"S-saf-" The buzzing stops. He doesn't have to finish. 'Safeword'. Kojiro was proud of that idea, by the way. It was easy for Kaoru to remember, and easy for him to recognize obviously, even when they were both fucked to the point of having no braincells left. 'how creative', Kaoru had relentlessly joked the first time it was suggested, but he appreciated the simplicity of it now.

"Yeah, figured that was the last one."

Kojiro's arms wrap around him as he moves the wand away, and thank god they do, because Kaoru truly cannot hold himself up anymore. He's blissed out, completely exhausted and it shows in his expression, flushed cheeks that burn, eyes half lidded and rolled back, mouth slightly open as he breathes through it. Still. . . he's not 'empty'. The feeling is incredibly full. So peaceful.

"Are you okay, love? Can I lay you down?"

Somehow, eventually, Kaoru manages a slow nod. He feels like he either just saw god, got fucked by god, or is god now. 'Okay' probably isn't the more accurate word for his current state, but y'know, it works.

Kojiro coos over him as his body is settled gingerly onto the dry side of the bedding.

“You did so well. So amazing.” He whispers between his own panting breaths. “You okay?”

Kaoru, after a good 10 seconds of brain processing time, manages another nod, still looking up with red tired eyes unable to open all the way.

“Aww. You’re so tired. Come here sweet thing.”

Kojiro gently lifts the ragdoll onto his chest, marveling at the literal mess of a man he has before him, and how beautiful he looks.

". . . Feelin' good at least?"

Kaoru nods, ending with a contented hum. Words are still too complicated.

“. . Did I break you a lil bit?” Kojiro chuckles.

The gesture repeats again, a firmer pace to communicate just how much the words ‘a lil’ are an understatement.

“. . . That's what you wanted, right?”

This time, the up and down of his head is enthusiastic, maybe even a bit comical, intent on letting him know just how much he loved it. Kojiro chuckles again.

"All right, glad to hear it. Give me a sec, ok?"

Kaoru whines, but it barely even has enough energy behind it to escape his vocal chords.

"I'm not leaving baby. Just going to the bathroom and grabbing something from the closet." Kaoru watches him intently, and Kojiro knows this, leaving the door wide open so he can see as he starts the bath and wets a washcloth. Kaoru's eyes stay focused on him as Kojiro then retrieves the large tote bag from the closet, one Kaoru knows very intimitely. His own aftercare kit. It's . . . a decent size, because he's had it for a long time, long before him and Kaoru got together, so the supplies are much more varied than the two of them would ever necessarily need.

Kojiro sets the bag down, starting first with the clean up. He gets Kaoru's face, his thighs, and he's very careful and slow wiping down the mess he's made of his loins, before folding the cloth to use on himself.

It's then casually tossed at a full hamper, landing on clothes with a wet thud. Likely on top of Kaoru's clothes, seeing as Kojiro sleeps almost completely nude. Ah. Farewell sexy daddy dom Kojiro, in his place has already returned the annoying dumbass gorilla that Kaoru doesn't know whether to laugh at or lunge at.

Kojiro's hand goes in and rifles through the bag. After a while of sifting, he seems a bit frustrated trying to locate a particular object, and simply dumps the contents gently onto the corner of the bed. He grabs a small jar from the pile. Amongst the wreckage, there's a few other tubes, only one of which Kaoru can recognize as regular lotion, and little extras like socks, drinks, a pill bottle, a first aid kit, a--

His eyebrow quirks when of all things, he spots a stuffed animal, the character Cinnamoroll from the Hello Kitty franchise. It reminds him of the many colorful 'kawaii' keychains that used to adorn his phone as a proudly unconventional and rebellious teenager. He never saw it before, Kojiro never pulled it out and offered it to him, probably assuming he'd kick his ass for trying. And he probably would, in any other state.

Kojiro catches onto his gaze and hands it over with a sarcastic smile. Of course he does. Of course, when any other time he'd openly tease him for his secret adoration for cute mascot characters, seeing as he's a grown ass man that claims danger gets him off, but no. Of course he's soft about it right now. Because there's a reason Kojiro puts so much effort into aftercare, besides just how important it is, he lives for the moments when Kaoru's callousness, his anxiety, the gears that were always grinding away could finally slow down and give him a second of peace, wrapped in Kojiro's arms. Here, covered in bruises, scratches and love bites galore, this is where Kaoru always felt safest, and where Kojiro felt the most accomplished.

So, with only a short eye roll back, Kaoru does clutch onto it, just because. They are silent and almost ironic in their movements. Of course there's a layer of embarassment still just beneath the surface, but why would either of them care, if he wants to hold something soft and cute he goddamn will.

And, if he's feeling sentimental and keeps it for later, well, that's between him and Kojiro. Who cares. (He does. They both do, they both care about this moment to an unfathomable degree, and will be thinking about how illegally cute the other is being right now, likely for weeks to come.)

"I'm gonna roll you over, okay?"

The soft fabric in his hands is actually very deeply grounding, and this time he moves with Kojiro, doing most of the work on his own.

"There you go." Kojiro praises, kissing down his spine. Kaoru's arms are up under his head now, toy tucked nicely against his chin. He admires it, running fingers over it's tiny details, but it's mostly a distraction as he prepares for the sensation of cooling balm on the ass cheeks Kojiro tore up tonight.

When it hits, Kaoru buries his face into the pillow. He only makes one or two noises when especially sore spots are rubbed over, Kojiro giving out tiny 'sorry's and 'almost done's back. He doesn't need to apologize, it's incredibly soothing. Kojiro really spoils him, and he wouldn't admit to how much he loves it, but only because Kojiro already knows.

"Doin great. Here." He wipes his hand off, pops open the pills, unscrews a bottle of water and hovers it next to Kaoru's face along with a few ibuprofen. Kaoru wastes no extra time reaching over and sipping the little red pills down. When he's feeling ready, he turns onto the side facing Kojiro, noticing now that the man has laid a towel down and is apparently choosing to lay on the wet side and fawn over him until they can change the sheets, likely after their bath. Sigh. Kaoru is so spoiled.

"So. What did we learn?" Kojiro teases, now that Kaoru seems to be in a clearer state of mind.

". . . Don't tell you to 'get on your knees and suck my dick like the bitch you are' in public?" He purrs sarcastically, clearly not an ounce of remorse behind his words.

Kojiro almost laughs, but the concern that he's missed his mark overtakes the amusement he feels hearing that sentence again.

"No. . . Well, I mean, Yeah. But. . . It wasn't just 'punishment', I know you were begging for it. I was trying to treat you. Remind you how bad I want you and that you don't need to worry anymore about me being loyal. You're the only one I want, Ever. You're the only one that gets me going like this. . ." He pauses, looking over his lover with awe.

". . . I could spend every evening like this, just telling you stories of the times I wished you were mine, and I'd never be able to catch you up. You have no idea how long I've waited, Kaoru."

Kaoru doesn't know what to say to that. He hopes his expression says it for him, wishful thinking maybe, but Kojiro seems to have gotten good at reading his body language. So he puts on the most 'I love you' eyes he has, and the most 'thank you' smile he can, while still being subtle.

Kojiro smiles back, rolls over, and puts the ring back on.

". . . Uh. . . You don't have to wear that, you know." Kaoru says, a bit embarassed now by how excessive it feels.

"Want to." Kojiro responds, mostly cocky, but there's something. . . warm surrounding it.

Kaoru wonders if there's something deeper behind that, wants to analyze it, but he can't think straight yet. All he can think about now as they prepare for a warm bath and a good nights rest, is what kind of ungodly things he's going to do to Kojiro's ass next time he gets to top.

Oh, and what he's going to name the stuffed animal, of course.