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All things considered, Reo's really pretty used to handling unusual situations. After all, he's a kappa, which means he's already basically someone else's unusual situation. Not that he'd do any of that stuff in the stories, like dragging swimmers underwater, or forcing farmer's daughters into marriage, or anything like that. But fighting against kappa zombies and battling with metaphorical representations for their deepest societally unacceptable desires, all of that means that Reo's pretty quick on his feet. And sure, it's not like he's Mabu, who's rarely surprised by anything. It's just that after the first hundred times that he'd dove into some pervert's asshole and physically pulled out their desires and fed them to Prince Keppi, he'd stopped being rattled by every little thing.
Still, he can't help feeling rattled now, pressed up against Mabu in the tight, dark space of whatever closet they've stumbled into. Across the hall, Prince Keppi is holding court as the Kappa Kingdom celebrates another year of peace. They are supposed to be manning the doors, but now that all the guests have arrived and the band is in full swing, Reo and Mabu have found themselves in here, almost as if by accident. It's stupid when Reo thinks too hard about it -- transformed or not, what use could a palace full of kappa have for coats? -- but all of that feels far-removed from the way Mabu's cheeks are a little flushed, from the heat of their breaths intermingling. Almost more out of curiosity than anything else, Reo lets his hand trail down from Mabu's lower back, enjoying the pleasant give of Mabu's ass when he grabs a handful and squeezes.
Mabu gasps audibly, and for a crazy moment Reo worries that they'll be caught, that someone will hear them from out in the crowded hallway. He claps a hand over Mabu's mouth, almost out of instinct. That only seems to rile Mabu up more, and he moans into Reo's fingers.
"Hey, Mabu," Reo half-whispers, something dark and desperate in the way he's stifling his own voice. In spite of the admonishing look his partner shoots him, something about the over-bright lustre of Mabu's eyes urges Reo on. He removes his hand, almost apologetic, but then runs the pad of his thumb over the plush of Mabu's lower lip, less gentle than he'd intended. "It's not that I don't get it, but you've got to keep it down, okay?"
Mabu blinks slowly at him, as if considering. Everything his partner does takes a few seconds longer than he expects; it's impossible to understand how all of his responses can be so measured, even under these circumstances. Reo can feel his own pulse hammering desperately in his neck. And then Mabu replies, voice even, "Are you worried about being caught?"
Of course Reo is worried about getting caught. Setting aside the fact that they've stepped away from Prince Keppi and that they're pressed together like teenagers in the back of a closet, they are also supposed to be working, technically. Not that it seems too pressing at the moment; beyond the door that separates them from the rest of the world is a crowd of kappa blissfully dancing. Partners circling and passing each other and reaching out for one another. It's almost like a reflection of the world, the way humans miss connections and let go of each other only to seek each other out once again. And then again: in here is Reo's world, just the press of Mabu's thigh between his leg, the flutter of his eyelashes, the distance between them that they both seek to close.
Reo's warm breath puffs cloudy into the chill of the winter air as he feels himself getting embarrassed. Of course he's worried about getting caught, but when Mabu says it like that, his heart pulsing reliable and placid in his throat -- well, it makes Reo want to meet him halfway.
Reo lunges forward instead of answering, his lips crashing into Mabu's. Mabu responds as if he's always known Reo would come to him eventually, throwing his arms around Reo's neck, pliant. Reo slides a hand around his waist, then returns the other to splay across his lower back, pressing into a dimple there. Mabu makes a small noise, like a warning, but at the same time he opens his mouth and lets Reo's tongue in. He's pressing them so close together Reo isn't sure how either of them are still breathing, how the space they're occupying can possibly accommodate the expansion of their lungs.
He's already hard, Reo realizes. He'd comment on it if he could manage to work up the courage to say something that lewd out loud, but even if he could say something that embarrassing, the image of Mabu responding to it, mouth opening soft and wet as if he's about to ask a question - it sends him reeling.
It all just riles him up more, how close they are, the noise of the crowded event outside, the way Mabu always bends to make space for him. Instead of making the pithy observation he wishes he could make, Reo reaches for Mabu's belt buckle, tucking his chin to mouth at Mabu's exposed collarbone.
"Reo," Mabu admonishes. In spite of the way he protests he doesn't move to stop Reo; if anything he moves closer, tilting his neck to the side to give Reo more access. Reo ignores the warning, unbuckles Mabu's belt with practiced ease and slides his pants down. Mabu hisses as the cold night air hits his cock.
"What," Reo asks, voice sweet. Even in spite of how precarious the situation feels - the music outside, the lilt of Prince Keppi's voice not even that far away - there's something about all of this that feels so comfortable, so practiced and normal. "Mabu," he hums against the vein in Mabu's neck. He pulls one of his gloves off, plucking a finger at a time. Mabu watches his hands, transfixed. "Could it be that you're the one afraid of getting caught?" Mabu blinks his gaze over to him and stills for a beat, as if considering. Reo smiles, full of affection. Mabu is careful about the strangest things. It makes Reo want to shake him up, want to pull him apart until he can't be careful of anything. Until all he can think about is Reo. He shoves the glove carelessly into his uniform pocket.
"Well, then you'll have to be quiet."
It's that urge that drives him to spin Mabu around suddenly, shoving him face-forward into the plush of the guests' coats. Mabu makes a satisfying surprised noise, somewhere between a gulp and a yelp, as he catches himself with both hands. His voice is muffled by the fabric of the jackets pressing into his face. Even though it's exactly the reaction he was looking for, Reo doesn't even take a moment to enjoy it, instead dropping to his knees behind Mabu. His partner's legs are trembling - he supposes that's really to be expected, especially as it begins to dawn on Mabu what Reo's about to do.
Reo's heart is slamming against the walls of his chest; they've done this a thousand times, but he still feels the same exhilaration every time, the same nervousness. He looks up to double-check that Mabu's hands are braced against the wall, supporting his own weight. He reaches up and pulls Mabu's asscheeks apart, watching the way that the ring of muscle twitches in anticipation.
"You're so slutty," Reo says.
All those stories about kappa, about drowning children and eating human flesh, that's not really representative. Not of all kappa, anyway - Reo is the kind of kappa who's perfectly willing to help farmers irrigate their land out of the goodness of his heart! But that ache for the shirikodama, for something just inside someone else, for a connection - all of that is true.
Outside Prince Keppi's guests are dancing to a song Reo's never heard before. It's in the Western style, something new and different. In here all he wants to focus on is the sound of Mabu's heart, slamming like a drum.
"Don't mess up the coats," Reo warns, and slides his tongue along Mabu's entrance.
Mabu's reaction is immediate and frustratingly understated as his elbows buckle and he pushes his face even further into a particularly grand fur jacket. Reo doesn't remember exactly who it belongs to, but just a glance tells him it's someone important, that if Mabu drools into it they are going to be in trouble. Instead of warning Mabu he pushes further, presses his tongue flat against Mabu's asshole and enjoys the feeling of Mabu twitching against him.
He drags his tongue against Mabu. His mouth makes obscene noises as he spreads Mabu's ass apart and dives back in, fucking him with his tongue. The small noises Mabu makes get louder as his hips shake. Reo can tell that he's dying to be touched, and the thought reminds him of his own neglected dick. Reo unbuckles his own belt, jerking himself off at a more leisurely pace than he feels. It all feels good; Mabu's ass pressing increasingly insistently into his mouth, and his own hand, and the way everything outside of this space feels like it's falling away.
Almost as if to let him know that that isn't the case, suddenly Reo is deeply aware of someone approaching the closet. Both of them freeze; even from down on his knees Reo can see Mabu's eyes widen as they both hear Princess Sara asking Prince Keppi where they'd gone off to.
Reo is hit with a wave of fear that they're going to have to stop. As soon as he feels Mabu pulling away something ugly rises in his chest, replacing the warmth that'd been there a minute ago.
Love, desire - he's not sure what it is that drives him to grab at Mabu's hip, to bite into the muscle of his asscheek.
Mabu makes a wounded noise, and it's only the way his legs buckle, pitching him down, that causes his cum to miss the coats in front of them, splattering onto the floor instead.
For a moment they're both still: Reo trying to figure out if Princess Sara and Prince Keppi are coming closer, Mabu struggling to regain the strength in his legs as he trembles from the force of his orgasm. Reo watches him shake, trying bravely to stay standing, and is hit with the force of it all at once - affection, and possessiveness, and maybe something warmer, something that sits in the center of his stomach.
Who cares who's outside, he catches himself thinking. He stands up, carried by the thought, and slides his hard length along the divot of Mabu's asscrack. Mabu looks up at him with a measured look, eyes heavy-lidded with sex and satisfaction. Reo knows that he's being unreasonable, that they should clean up and go back to work, or at least, he should give Mabu a break. But he also knows Mabu will forgive him for this later, that he won't even get mad at him to begin with. He lifts his still-gloved hand up to run a finger along Mabu's length.
When the white leather of Reo's glove makes contact with his still-twitching dick, Mabu makes a wild noise, something that isn't human but isn't particularly kappa-like either. Reo reaches his free hand up to quiet him, pressing his fingers into his mouth. Mabu's tongue is wet and slippery, and it squirms around Reo's fingers in a way that only makes him feel even less apologetic than before. He grabs Mabu's tongue and pulls, a warning. It just works Mabu up, and he groans in a way Reo's heard a million times before.
"You're worried about who's outside?" Reo chides, even though Mabu is probably on the same wavelength as him, kilometers away from the crowd outside. He pulls at the side of Mabu's mouth, takes his fingers out and clasps at his chin. Mabu doesn't affirm or deny, so Reo maneuvers him over to the closet door, presses him into it. "It's not a problem if they don't hear you, right?" As if underlining the question he takes Mabu in his gloved hand, pumping him once, experimentally.
"Ah," Mabu cries, and bangs his forehead against the door hard enough Reo is worried about his glasses.
Honestly, who cares if someone hears them? Who cares if someone comes in and sees them? Caring about all that would require Reo to care about anything beyond Mabu, beyond the small universe they've created between them. But he knows that Mabu cares about it, because Mabu thinks too carefully about anything.
He 'tsk's, continuing to jerk Mabu off. Mabu's biting his lip so hard Reo is worried it'll start bleeding - that's bad news for them, because then people will ask what happened. But it's also bad news for Reo, who has plans for that mouth for later. With his spare hand, Reo reaches into his own jacket pocket, retrieving his discarded glove.
"We'll have to make do," he murmurs, voice warmer than he'd intended, and shoves the glove into Mabu's mouth, a makeshift gag.
He doesn't wait for Mabu to respond, just positions himself at his entrance and slides in easily. It's always easy with Mabu - like he was made for him. Mabu accommodates him in sex the same way he does everything else: gently, and as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
Reo is pretty worked up, and he can tell as soon as he's buried to the hilt that he isn't going to last long. He tries to match his own pace, sliding the leather over his palm teasingly along the length of Mabu's shaft as he positions himself to drive into the place inside Mabu that always takes him apart. Even biting into the glove, the noises Mabu makes are too loud, but Reo drives harder and harder into him, settling into a punishing rhythm.
Mabu's close; Reo can tell from how he's pulsing in his hand, the way his hips are jerking again. It's not enough, somehow. They're the closest they could possibly be, but Reo wants to be even closer, to be tied together so completely it would be impossible to separate them.
"Mabu," he moans, pressing his face into the crook of Mabu's shoulder. He knows what he needs, what they both need, but he's too embarrassed to admit it, so he pulls almost the whole way out, then slides in again one more time, reaching up and removing the glove from Mabu's mouth. "Mabu, please, I need."
"Reo," Mabu croaks out, voice hoarse from being suppressed for so long. The trembling in his legs stops, and he leans his face back awkwardly, like he's looking for Reo. "Reo, I love you, I love you, I--"
That's all it takes. Reo bites into Mabu's shoulder to avoid letting out a sob as he empties himself into him, fireworks exploding across his vision. Mabu clenches around him, as if he's holding him in place, and then he comes for a second time, dick pressed flush against the wood of the door.
It takes a few minutes for them to readjust to a world beyond the two of them; when Reo comes to his senses Mabu is looking down ruefully, as if surveying the damage. Reo isn't sure how to pull out without making a mess, but he supposes that's a problem for them to solve together as well.