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Going so long without a real fight must have made him soft, dulled his senses. At any other point in his life it would have been impossible for him not to notice him , especially as close as a passenger in his backseat. But none of his usual instincts kicked in when his latest passenger hailed him and asked for a ride across town; it helped that Majima was on the down low. He had on dark sunglasses to hide his missing eye, and not even his usual haircut could give him away while tucked under the gray beanie he was wearing. His outfit was plainly colored and baggy, a style Kiryu had never seen Majima in. When he’d hailed his cab, he’d wrapped his scarf around his mouth, obscuring his identity even further.
But after he glanced back at his passenger through the rearview mirror, it was impossible to ignore the telltale curl of his Cupid’s bow--something he’d kissed hundreds of times by now, memorizing the plushness of his lips after all their years together. He’d just thought the familiar voice asking him for a ride was his imagination, a figment of his desperately lonely mind.
He was clueless what to do now. He wanted nothing to do with anyone in the Clan, for Haruka’s sake. Even him. He never would have opened the door if he’d recognized him; he cursed his dulled senses as he drew nearer to their destination.
“You have to leave,” Kiryu finally said. He wanted to be enraged, to jam as much vitriol as he could manage in his voice, but he couldn’t. It was Majima after all. He hadn’t even said goodbye before he disappeared, knowing that he’d manage to snake his way into his brand new civilian life. Like he was right now.
“Hm?” Majima was nonchalant. “You say something, taxi man?”
He was even dropping the Kansai-ben; but his low voice was unmistakable.
“Why are you here?” Kiryu asked coldly, putting the taxi in park as he pulled to the building Majima had instructed him to drive to. He turned to face him, glaring.
Majima raised his hands in a placating gesture, still wearing his ever-present gloves in his disguise. “Long story. Wanted to come warn you.”
“You’ve warned me. Now leave,” Kiryu said flatly. He was about to press the button to open the passenger door, but Majima grabbed his arm.
“Kiryu-chan,” Majima said. He was pleading.
“I don’t know who that is.”
The passenger door flipped open; he flicked the switch to signify he was free for another fare. Against all odds, Majima got out without another word. Somehow, that was even worse than him fighting against his wishes. His heart twisted into painful knots, his frown even more deeply set as he set off to find another passenger.
Even though he knew Majima was in town, he was still surprised when he walked into his apartment to find Majima eating some of his cup noodles. He knew he should have kicked him out--he hadn’t fought in ages, but he could still scoop Majima up like a kitten and toss him out the front door without breaking a sweat--but… he hesitated. He slowly closed the door behind him as he slipped his shoes off. Majima watched him cautiously, staring as he ate ramen. His sunglasses were gone, letting Kiryu get a glimpse of his naked face. His tanline from his eyepatch was more pronounced than usual, and Kiryu found himself wanting to caress his face.
“It’s impolite to break into people’s houses,” Kiryu finally said, his hands balled into fists. He had to keep his life here separate from his previous life, but… He’d missed Majima like a lost limb. Even when he’d been in Okinawa, Majima had visited from time to time, and above all else, they still texted and called. But it had been months without the touch of Majima’s hands on his skin. Plus, he was already here. What good would kicking him out do?
“Gonna kick my ass?” Majima asked. Unlike when he usually asked, it wasn’t a playful question.
Kiryu sighed and sat across from him, shaking his head. “No. But… Majima-san… Why are you here? You know I can’t go back. Even for you.”
Majima gave him a sad smile and pushed his noodles away. “I know. Not here to getcha back. It’s… complicated. Daigo-chan’ll kill me if I tell anyone what’s goin’ on. Even you.”
“Daigo? He knows I left that life behind…”
“You’ll understand soon enough,” Majima said, shaking his head. “I don’t wanna talk about any of that shit. I’m here to visit my boyfriend and hear stories about his life as a taxi driver. That’s all.”
Kiryu smiled faintly. “Boyfriend, huh?”
Before he knew it, Majima was kissing him, his teeth clacking against his as Majima nearly leapt across the low table they were sitting at. He still had questions, but they all melted away as he held Majima’s waist.
“Fuck, I missed this,” Majima breathed, grinding his hips back on Kiryu’s half-hard cock. It had been so long that just a kiss had him hot and bothered as he started palming Majima’s ass.
“Majima-san…” Kiryu was already panting.
“You been gettin’ laid here?” Majima asked, lips quirking up into a grin.
“You already know the answer to that,” Kiryu said, tilting his head back as Majima started mouthing at his neck.
He chuckled against the sensitive skin of his throat, softly biting down. “Maybe. Cute when ya say it out loud is all.”
Kiryu pulled Majima’s shirt off, palming his pecs as he admired his body. He’d seen it so often over the years, but he’d missed the sight of the petals and snakes curling around his chest more than he thought possible.
He wanted to touch him everywhere, to memorize the feeling of his skin under his fingertips. But Majima was more possessive than usual, barely letting Kiryu touch him as he sucked on his neck. Just as Majima moved back enough for Kiryu to tease his nipples, he’d make a needy noise and dive back to making hickies.
“I can only stay today,” Majima said suddenly, finally pulling away. His pupil was blown out as he sat on Kiryu’s lap and panted.
“I see,” Kiryu said.
Majima wrinkled his nose. “That means we gotta make this count, big guy. I’ve gotta be gone before the last train, so can’t even stay all night.”
Kiryu’s heart sank. Such a short visit… It might have been less painful if he hadn’t visited at all. But he couldn’t dwell on that now, not when he had a squirming Majima in his lap.
“Majima-san…”
“So let me make it special for ya,” Majima said urgently, cupping Kiryu’s face. “Anythin’ ya want.”
Kiryu chuckled; that was how all their sex went, really. He couldn’t think of a single night they spent together that went less than perfect. Even when he came out with more bruises than he went in with.
As Kiryu was about to explain that anything would make him happy--especially with how touch starved he was--Majima looked like a lightbulb had just appeared over his head. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what he’d come up with now.
Majima leaned close, whispering against the sensitive shell of his ear. “I betcha miss me swattin’ yer ass the most, huh?”
Kiryu shivered at Majima’s suggestion. He could feel his face turn bright red at the mere insinuation of being spanked; he was right. Smacking his own ass while he tried to get off never did anything for him, especially not compared to the way Majima made him feel when he’d been spanked in the past.
He couldn’t respond. All he could do was nod shakily and wet his lips as Majima chuckled.
“Come here, then.” Majima sat on his bed, far enough back that Kiryu wouldn’t be at risk of falling off as he laid across Majima’s lap. “Ya wanna be a good boy or a bad boy tonight, baby?”
Kiryu wanted to cover his face, but he settled for turning away as he stripped down, staying in just his boxer-briefs. He eventually mumbled, “good” before climbing across Majima’s lap.
The position was familiar, comfortable even. It was nice to bury his face in his pillow as Majima appreciated his ass, kneading his skin as he let out a low whistle.
“Just as nice as I remembered it,” Majima said.
The quick smack across Kiryu’s ass made him yelp and nearly jump off him. “S-Sorry.” He knew he didn't have to apologize for being so jumpy, but he was embarrassed by his reaction all the same.
Majima’s voice was warm and affectionate as he massaged the spot he’d hit. “S’all good. I’ll warm ya up real nice before the main event.”
Kiryu couldn’t help but moan at the prospect of really getting spanked. He might regret it when he had to go on duty tomorrow, but that was a problem for his future self. He was too busy relaxing into Majima’s lap to do much more than sigh and moan.
“So good for me,” Majima praised, his words going straight to Kiryu’s dick.
He groaned into his pillow as Majima swatted his ass again, delivering a harder smack than before. He massaged him through his underwear, whispering sweet words as Kiryu tried to stop himself from grinding against Majima’s thigh. He could feel Majima’s erection against his side and knowing Majima was getting off on this made him dizzy.
“Ngh…”
“Go on, be loud for me, baby,” Majima said, petting through Kiryu’s hair as he spanked him again.
It was getting more and more difficult to hold back, so Kiryu let out a wanton moan.
“There we go, good boy,” Majima said. His words made Kiryu moan again and he was rewarded with an even harder spank, the sensation radiating from his ass cheek all across his body. “Still gotta warm ya up. Stay patient for me.”
Kiryu nodded frantically, moaning when Majima pulled his underwear down. He palmed his ass, spreading his cheeks and admiring his asshole. He teased his fingertip around his tight rim a few times, chuckling when Kiryu gasped at the gentle touch.
He was expecting to feel a finger entering him, so when he felt a slap against his asscheek instead, his groaned loudly, unable to stop his hips from thrusting against Majima’s thigh. It was the hardest slap yet, and he could feel his skin throbbing from Majima’s leather glove.
“So cute,” Majima said, massaging the cheek he’d just spanked. “Feelin’ good already?”
Kiryu panted as he nodded frantically. “M-More…”
“Anythin’ for you,” Majima sad.
True to his word, he smacked Kiryu’s other asscheek just as hard, making Kiryu moan wantonly and grind his hips even harder.
“So good for me…” Majima murmured. He didn’t pause as long before spanking Kiryu again, the slap of his hand against Kiryu’s skin echoing loudly in his tiny apartment.
Kiryu could have sobbed, it felt so good. Just as he was about to shove a hand between his legs so he could stroke his dick, Majima grabbed the offending hand. He interlaced their fingers together.
“Majima-san..!” Somehow holding hands while he was being spanked was the most embarrassing thing he’d ever experienced; even Majima’s face was red at such an intimate gesture.
“You’re too cute,” Majima said.
Majima finally got into a rhythm, laying down hard and steady smacks across Kiryu’s ass cheeks before rubbing the flesh he’d just hit. Kiryu could feel how red his skin was, so much blood rushing to the surface of his ass as he let out continual moans into his pillow.
Eventually, the spanks started slowing down, but not because Majima was finishing up. Instead, he started hitting harder. Kiryu hissed at the pain blooming across his ass, his dick throbbing in want as he nearly crawled out of Majima’s lap.
“Is this okay?” Majima asked after the second time Kiryu almost launched off his lap.
“Just a lot,” Kiryu murmured. They’d done much more intense sessions, but Kiryu’s ass hadn’t received such an intense spanking in ages, so it was harder to maintain control.
Majima chuckled, lovingly massaging Kiryu’s ass. At this point, his ass was so raw that the gesture made him groan as pain bloomed, but it just made him harder. He was leaking precum all over Majima’s pants as he ground against his thigh, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to keep feeling good like this forever, never wanted Majima to stop spanking him. The whole world fell away as Majima spanked him hard enough he’d probably bruise.
He choked on air, struggling to catch his breath as his head spun. Majima pet his back gently after such an intense hit, murmuring affectionate praises that Kiryu was too horny to discern. The next spank had him crying out, his cock throbbing as he dug his fingers into the bedspread beneath him.
“You’re red all over,” Majima said, his voice thick with arousal and adoration. “Just a few more. I can’t take much more.”
Kiryu nodded shakily, moaning when Majima swatted him again. The pain radiated pleasantly, each spank a reminder of the last. He’d be sore later, but now all he could focus on was how good it felt.
Another spank; he gasped and arched his back, his whole body trembling in anticipation of the next hit.
“Majima-san!” He called out, panting heavily after Majima hit his sore ass again. He soothed him, gently stroking the dragon on Kiryu’s back as he eventually relaxed himself back into the pillow he was leaning on.
“I think that’s enough,” Majima said. Kiryu whimpered, in half a mind to argue, but he was achingly empty. He needed Majima filling him up, chasing away the painful loneliness to cum inside.
Always prepared, Majima had a packet of lube tucked in his pocket. He grinned at Kiryu’s incredulous look; that was something he hadn’t done since right after Kiryu had first got out of prison. “I knew you probably didn’t have any.”
“Tch.”
“Well do ya have any?”
Face burning, Kiryu shook his head. Majima laughed again before he tore the packet open with his teeth. Kiryu watched him pour it over his fingers before burying his face back into the pillow, breathing deeply as Majima pressed his wet fingers against his asshole.
Every little movement reminded Kiryu of how intensely he’d just been spanked; it was this side of painful, but it just highlighted his pleasure even more as Majima slowly stretched his hole.
He crooked his long fingers inside, teasing Kiryu’s sensitive insides as he let himself get carried away in pleasure. He humped against Majima’s leg, moaning non-stop as Majima started toying with his nipples with his free hand.
“So tight,” Majima murmured.
He scissored his fingers, making Kiryu gasp. It was so intense, especially with how hot and sore his asscheeks were.
“Ngh. Hurry,” Kiryu said. He didn’t know how much longer he could take.
Majima slid another finger inside, the stretch making Kiryu ache. He teased Kiryu’s prostate, making his cock ooze out more precum as Kiryu moaned wantonly. It was so much after so long with barely masturbating; he’d been so depressed he couldn’t even get himself to fantasize about Majima.
“Awright,” Majima finally said, his voice tight. He was holding himself back, wanting to make sure that Kiryu was fully prepared. He hurriedly undid his pants and slid them down, no doubt ready to strip, but Kiryu was too impatient.
He got off his lap and straddled him instead, chuckling softly at Majima’s surprised expression. “I’m not so fragile that a few hits will make me incapable of taking what I want.”
Majima laughed, the cackling noise making Kiryu’s heart twist in sadness. He’d missed his laugh so much, even the screeching ones.
Pressing their foreheads together, Kiryu waited for him to slick his cock up. As soon as Majima started to say ‘ready’, he reached behind himself to line his cock up with his needy hole and started sinking onto him.
They both moaned at the sensation, Kiryu’s head thrown back as Majima stretched him out.
“Damn,” Majima hissed. “Tight.”
Kiryu’s eyebrows drew together as he focused on relaxing, panting open-mouthed as his inner walls throbbed around Majima’s cock. He ground his hips softly, groaning at how nicely Majima filled him.
“Majima-san…”
“Ngh?”
“I love you,” Kiryu breathed out before locking their mouths together, frantically kissing him as he started riding him properly.
Majima moaned into his mouth, squeezing Kiryu’s waist in a vice grip as Kiryu started bobbing up and down. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Kiryu swore he could feel his cock throbbing inside him, like he was struggling not to cum already. That just made him want to cum faster, so Kiryu started moving his hips faster.
It ached to slap his ass against Majima’s thighs, but he felt incredible. Pleasure from Majima stretching his ass coupled with the sore palm prints on his cheeks made every movement hyper-pleasurable. He gasped as Majima started jerking him off, nipping at Kiryu’s lower lip as they kept kissing.
He wanted to keep going, wanted their sex to last forever so they didn’t have to go back to the real world, but his orgasm crept up on him too quickly. Before he knew it, his balls were drawing up as his cock throbbed, cum getting all over Majima’s hand as he moaned.
He clenched around Majima’s cock with his orgasm and that pushed Majima over the edge too. He grunted, hot cum filling Kiryu’s tight hole as he gently dug his hips up to milk himself through it.
For a while after they were finished, they stayed like that. Panting together, their foreheads pressed against each other as they came down from their highs. Kiryu didn’t want to leave, but his soreness was beginning to become impossible to ignore.
“Majima-san,” Kiryu finally said, his voice almost failing him as he spoke.
“Mm. I know. I’ll take care of ya,” Majima said. As if reading his mind, he gently pulled Kiryu off, hissing when Kiryu clenched around his softening cock, not wanting him to pull out. He helped Kiryu lay on his front before getting up, tossing his pants aside as he washed his hands off.
“Got any lotion around here?” Majima asked from the kitchen. He heard him digging through his drawers, no doubt looking for a soft rag he could use to clean Kiryu up.
“... In the bathroom,” Kiryu eventually said. He was tired, barely able to keep himself awake. He wasn’t sleeping well in general, and he hadn’t been so satisfied in months, so it wasn’t surprising that his first good orgasm nearly knocked him out.
The gentle sensation of Majima’s cool hands on his ass startled him, but he relaxed as Majima cleaned his cum and excess lube from him. The rag was warm, but not hot, and the consideration Majima had for him caused tears to pool in his eyes.
“They miss ya,” Majima said. He hesitated before he said it, as if he were weighing whether he should even mention it at all. “I visited a few months ago, to check if they needed anythin’. They’re all growin’ like weeds.”
Choking up, Kiryu nodded. “Thank you.”
He wanted to say more, to word vomit about how he was undeserving, pathetic, idiotic for ever leaving them, but he knew Majima would smack some sense into him if he did. So he let the feeling stew instead, putting them on the backburner while he enjoyed Majima’s hands massaging lotion onto his ass.
“I didn’t do a real number on ya, so ya shouldn’t need ice or nothin’,” Majima said, wiping the excess lotion down Kiryu’s muscular thighs.
“Thank you, Majima-san.”
Majima chuckled. “Don’t need to keep thankin’ me. I oughta be thankin’ you… I… didn’t think I’d miss ya this much.”
Kiryu rolled onto his back, resting his head on Majima’s lap. He stared up at him as Majima ran his fingers through his hair and stared at some far away point. “Y’know, I thought that since ya lived in Okinawa, I’d be fine with ya disappearin’. Dumb as shit for me to think that. Daigo-chan was ready to beg for ya to come back just so I’d stop forgettin’ to do shit.”
“I’m sorry I left without a goodbye,” Kiryu whispered. His lips felt dry as he spoke, shame curdling in his belly.
But Majima smiled warmly at him. “We both know I wouldn’t have accepted it. I know ya had to do this for Haruka-chan. I get it. I ain’t mad.”
Kiryu raised an eyebrow. “Anymore, I would guess.”
“Yeah, I was real pissed at first,” Majima said, laughing again. “Went from kickin’ everyone’s asses to not leavin’ my office for weeks at a time.”
Kiryu wanted to apologize again. He’d been the same, he supposed. Without Majima, everything felt like pulling teeth.
“Kiryu-chan.”
“Hm?” Kiryu looked up at him.
“I love you.”
Kiryu’s face flared red, his eyes widening. His gaze was so affectionate, it made him embarrassed. “I love you too, Majima-san.”
Majima leaned over and kissed his forehead before gently moving Kiryu’s head off his lap. “I gotta… I gotta go.”
Even as he spoke, he didn’t get up. He wet his lips as he glanced at the wall clock across from Kiryu’s bed.
“The trains don’t run all night,” Kiryu said slowly.
Majima swallowed audibly, his throat working as he fought with himself. “I…”
Kiryu held his breath. He was fighting with himself, too. He wanted Majima to stay, even if he knew he had to go back sometime. He kept still, not wanting to sway Majima away from an important decision by clinging to him.
Majima ran his fingers through his hair, blowing air through pursed lips. “I’ll make it work. I… There’s no way I can leave now. Fuck, I missed you.”
Though Kiryu wanted to insist he not break plans because of him, he was secretly relieved. He welcomed Majima crawling on top of him, kissing him frantically as they tried to make up for lost time. As he held him, he couldn’t bring himself to care about anything but that moment in time.
Majima’s soft lips against his, his hot body pressed against him. It was all that mattered as they fucked until the sun rose.