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There's a rumour that goes around school that the boy's toilets on the fifth floor have a secret — during the last fifteen minutes of lunch, you can slip into the second cubicle from the right and someone will suck your dick.

Kojiro resolutely believes that there is not a glory hole in the school toilets.

But he won't know until he tries… right?

The line of logic that has him staring at the men's room symbol is as thin as a thread, but he does notice that there's a crudely drawn cock and balls on this one. With a deep inhale, he pushes open the door and steps inside. As expected, nothing looks different or out of the ordinary, and the only thing that catches his eye is the red "occupied" mark on the cubicle to the far right.

Oh. 

He checks his watch — there's ten minutes of lunch left, and this feels a little too on the nose for a coincidence. The legendary door in question hangs open, taunting him, and Kojiro isn't sure whether to run or follow through on this ridiculous plan. He stares at the locked cubicle, finally noticing some feet through the gap at the bottom of the door, and his resolve crumbles. Kojiro takes a few cautionary steps forward, pausing again just in front of the open door, and chances a peek inside. It looks just like every other cubicle in the school, and his brow furrows as he ducks inside and pushes the door closed, clicking the lock with a held breath.

There's a rustle of clothing from the other side of the wall, the squeak of something being moved, and suddenly the toilet roll holder is pulled backwards to reveal a perfectly cut out hole, plenty big enough for this purpose. Two lithe fingers appear through it, a foil packet held between them, and Kojiro gingerly takes it before undoing the belt around his waist and dropping his slacks to the floor. Under his boxers, his cock is already half-hard from anticipation, and it only takes a few casual strokes to fill it out completely. He tears open the wrapper, retrieving the condom from inside and rolling it into his length before slowly guiding his dick through the hole. 

He gasps at the feeling of lips wrapping around him, a tongue lapping at the head, and in that moment realises that holy shit it wasn't a rumour he's really getting his cock sucked by a stranger at school. His focus narrows down to the hole in front of him, the occasional peek of the other man's lips as they work along his shaft drawing a breathless moan out of Kojiro. There's a sweet scent in the air, mixing with the intoxicating aroma of arousal beginning to fill the room, and Kojiro thinks he recognises it from somewhere; unfortunately for him, his brain is currently being sucked out through his cock so the memory is lost entirely around another loud groan of pleasure. There’s something pressing along the underside of his shaft as well, but Kojiro’s too busy squeezing his eyes shut to pay it much attention.

Even with the latex barrier between his dick and the tongue currently rolling around it, the intense pressure and warmth starts getting to him. An orgasm starts to swell, pleasure pumping through his system, and the guy sucking him off doubles his efforts as if sensing the oncoming tide. Kojiro bites his lip, holding back whimpers and moans as best he can, but the sensations soon begin to overwhelm him and his release crashes through him like a storm; the end of the condom rapidly fills as Kojiro’s cock pulses over and over, his balls emptying into the wet heat of somebody else’s mouth for the first time in his life, and the stranger rides him through it, slowly stroking along his length to coax more of his climax out of him. Once Kojiro’s finished spilling into the rubber, the tip of his cock weeping the last drips of seed, the condom is rolled free, tied off with a snap and a satisfied hum from the other side of the wall.

The hole is closed up again, but where the toilet roll had been there is instead a small plastic box, crudely glued to the block of wood. Above it, printed on a series of labels, reads the words PLEASE PAY FOR YOUR CONDOM IF YOU CAN . Kojiro smiles, holding back a laugh — he admires the spirit, and he imagines condoms can’t be the cheapest of things to stock up on. He pulls his wallet out of the back pocket of his trousers and drops a handful of coins in for a job well done before he finishes tucking himself away and unlocks the cubicle to make his way back out of the toilets. Kojiro glances around to see if anybody else is coming in; the corridor is blissfully clear, and he hurriedly dashes down the stairs to get back to class before lunch is over, a little wobbly on his feet but very, very satisfied. 

Only once he’s outside the classroom does Kojiro remember the jet black polish adorning the other man’s fingernails, and something begins to come to light in his mind.

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The next day finds Kojiro spending lunch with Kaoru, rather than staring at crudely drawn graffiti whilst he fills a condom with a week’s worth of spend. In hindsight, this could be considered A Mistake — the scent of Kaoru's cherry chapstick evokes the heady memory of the day before that leaves Kojiro reeling, almost choking on a swig of water and pounding his fist against his sternum to clear the blockage.

"Forget how to breathe again, idiot?" Kaoru grins, the sunlight glinting off the silver ring embedded in his lower lip.

Kojiro's dick pulses with desire as his eyes shift to the jewellery. He couldn't possibly accuse Kaoru of being the guy who gives the most amazing blowjobs in the fifth-floor toilets right in the middle of the cafeteria... but no matter how hard he tries to deny it there's nobody else in the school who has the same lip piercing and wears that sickly sweet chapstick and paints his nails. Everything clicks into place all at once and Kojiro has to fight his tongue to get it functional again.

"Just got distracted, that's all."

"Your shitty mac and cheese will go cold." Kaoru comments, stabbing his fork into the goopy mess and stealing a bite.

Kojiro has to stop himself from letting out a groan at the sight of liquified cheese dripping onto Kaoru's chin.

“I know I’m pretty, but you don’t have to ogle me every minute of the day.” Kaoru grins, wiping his face with a napkin and shoving the bowl back towards Kojiro. “C’mon, finish up. We’ve got phys-ed next and it takes me an absolute age to get changed.”

"You just don't want to do it."

"There's an element of that, yes." Kaoru shrugs. "But it's worth it to see you in those stupid shorts."

"I'm so glad I can be a motivating factor." He rolls his eyes, stuffing a spoonful of cheesy pasta into his mouth and chewing down on it. 

Kojiro wolfs the rest of his lunch down in record time, and they rush to the classroom to get there just as the rest of the boys file out.

"Punctual as ever, guys." Someone in the group laughs, and Kaoru sticks his tongue out as they turn away to walk to the gymnasium.

They throw their bags onto the desks, hastily retrieving shorts and loose shirts out from the bottom and starting to strip down. Kaoru tugs his ponytail loose, pulling his polo-neck on and retrieving the curtain of blossom pink from inside with a shake of his head, and Kojiro finds himself staring — only realising when Kaoru turns around to find him gawping, shorts awkwardly held aloft. 

"You look so stupid." He laughs, reaching under the hem of the shirt to unbutton his trousers. "Stop perving and get changed, or we'll be late."

Kojiro splutters, turning around so they can finish dressing in relative peace; if he side-eyes Kaoru's ass when he bends down to pull his shorts on, nobody has to know.

It’s volleyball for gym class today, and an hour of squeaking shoes and bruises from hitting the floor too hard goes by as slow as molasses. Kojiro missed every single spike that was set up for him, and he chooses to believe it’s because he was distracted by Kaoru’s hair swimming in his vision as he dashed across the court like petals floating atop a river. The ball hitting him in the side of the jaw was his own fault, though.

“Idiot.” Kaoru huffs, helping Kojiro press an ice pack against the swollen curve of the impact. “I thought you were good at sports?”

“I can be.” Kojiro retorts, hissing as the movement of his mouth agitates the injury.

“Alright, enough talking for now until this starts to go down. Shouldn’t take too long, it was only a glancing blow.”

Kojiro offers a glare, but does as he’s told and stays quiet to let Kaoru fuss over him for a little while.

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It takes a couple of days for the red mark to fade, much to Kojiro’s chagrin, but nobody makes any particular notice of it anyway — except for Kaoru, of course, who makes a point of pressing it every moment he can until Kojiro swats his hand away with an irritated grumble.

“Looking a little better today.” Kaoru’s opener at lunch today is a little softer than yesterday, a slight smile pulling at his lips. “I’m glad.”

“No thanks to you.” Kojiro pouts in response, letting out a quiet sigh.

“I was helping, and clearly it worked.” He laughs, grinning wide.

Kojiro glares at him, pulling another laugh out of Kaoru as he stands upright, stretching his limbs with a quiet click of joints and shaking out his hands.

“I gotta take a piss; see you next period?”

“You don’t have to tell me everything .” Kojiro scoffs, wrinkling his nose in displeasure. “But sure thing.”

Kaoru gives him a salute as he backs out of the classroom, and Kojiro’s eyes land on the clock by the door — there’s twenty minutes of lunch left. His blood runs cold, a quiet gasp leaves him, and Kojiro almost snaps his chopsticks in half with how hard he’s gripping them. He finishes the last of his lemonade with a hearty swig, packing his bento box away and making a beeline for the fifth floor; pushing open the door to the toilets, he’s greeted by the same sight that roped him into this whole mess. One deep breath later, Kojiro casually strides across the room and slips into the empty cubicle, and from there it’s just like the first time.

Except this time, right as his orgasm washes over him, the condom is suddenly pulled off with a loud snap of latex and the mouth returns around his cock to drink down his release as it pumps out of him. Kojiro moans loudly, hands gripping the cubicle wall for balance, and has to stop himself from bucking too hard into the wet heat. The hand returns to milk the rest of his seed out, leaving him spent and sated as he pants out a few steadying breaths.

"Hey, Kojiro? C’mere."

The voice is a little rough, hoarse from the treatment he's been giving Kojiro's cock for the past five minutes, and the utterance of his name punches the air right back out of his lungs. The lithe fingers around his length slip away, a gentle kiss presses against the still-leaking tip, and the rustling of clothes tells Kojiro to pull out of the hole and tuck himself away. He takes a few seconds to compose himself before the click of the next cubicle's lock rings out in the otherwise empty room, shifting his attention back to the person on the other side of the cheap wooden wall. Kojiro steps out into the bathroom, gently pushing open the door of the last cubicle and taking in the debauched state of the other man in front of him that confirms the suspicions he's had all along.

"Kaoru?"

Instead of responding, Kaoru surges upwards, wrapping his fingers around Kojiro's tie and pulling him into a fierce kiss. It tastes of bitter cherry and cigarettes and peaches and it's a cocktail so distinctly Kaoru that Kojiro can't stop drinking it; they only break for air once Kaoru has bitten down on Kojiro's bottom lip enough to draw a throaty groan from him.

"H-How..?"

"You're the only person I know that smells like blueberries."

Kojiro is stunned into silence — Kaoru not only remembers what shower gel he uses, he can apparently single him out based on that fact alone. 

"I…"

Kojiro loses the ability to speak coherently, eyes unable to settle on one spot between Kaoru's kiss-bruised lips, the molten gold of his gaze, and the deep blush glowing on the crest of his cheeks.

"What?" Kaoru eventually bristles, scowling at Kojiro's lack of response.

"You're really good at that." Kojiro blurts out, if only to hold off Kaoru's sour mood.

Kaoru scoffs, laughing at the ridiculous statement. "Why thank you."

“Sorry, I couldn’t think of anything else.” Kojiro chuckles, scratching at his cheek.

“Guess I sucked your brain right out, huh?”

“I guess so.” He hums, reaching out to cup Kaoru’s face and use his thumb to wipe away a smear of saliva left on his cheek.

Kaoru leans into the touch slightly before shoving Kojiro away with a grin and closing the door on him. “Now shoo, I might have another one before lunch is done.”

“And here I was hoping for aftercare and cuddles.” Kojiro jokes as he turns away. “See you in class.”

He manages to avoid re-running the event in his head for the rest of the day like a movie stuck on repeat, getting through his classes with a reasonable set of notes and collaring Kaoru just as the final bell of the day echoes through the classroom.

“You wanna come round and study?”

Kaoru glances down at the stack of books in Kojiro’s arms. “Sure.”

Kojiro smiles, wide and genuine, and begins to lead the way home. His mother fusses over Kaoru as soon as he steps through the door, making him promise to stay for dinner, before promptly shoving two ice cold glasses of juice into his hands and wishing them luck with their study session. They trudge upstairs, shoving into Kojiro’s room and covering the desk with papers, textbooks and stationery before getting into the first bits of homework.

They’re halfway through a series of writing exercises when Kojiro offers a vague query.

"So… how do you do it?" 

Kaoru is caught off-guard by the question, pen dropping onto the spread of papers in front of him and rolling away. "Hm?" 

"The… hole. Surely someone would have found it by now."

"Ohh." Kaoru smirks at him, tapping his nose. "Secret hiding spot. There's a loose panel in the ceiling, so we stash everything up there."

"Huh." Kojiro is stunned by the simplicity of the whole thing, expecting some kind of grand scheme. "Fair enough."

"Not adventurous enough for you?" Kaoru sticks his tongue out, reaching over to pat Kojiro's forearm. "Sorry."

Kojiro shakes his head, picking up Kaoru's pen and handing it back to him. "Nah, my fault for expecting too much."

They both laugh, sharing a soft smile, before Kaoru turns their attention back to their homework. Kojiro's focus is shot, however, as he keeps glancing across to see Kaoru chewing the end of his pen and adjusting his glasses every so often.

"Stop looking at me." He eventually chastises, side-eyeing Kojiro from above the stem of said spectacles. 

"Can't help it."

"If you fail this class, don't blame me."

Kojiro simply shrugs, a grin curving his lips. They both know he's going to do better than Kaoru regardless — Kojiro's grasp of English is still leagues ahead of Kaoru's. 

"Idiot."

“You’d be lost without me, admit it.”

“I’m not admitting shit, asshole .” Kaoru draws out the last word in thick, accented English, and it pulls another chuckle from Kojiro.

“That won’t be on the exam.”

Kaoru flips him the middle finger, flinching away with an undignified squeal when Kojiro retaliates by jabbing him in the side. The study session quickly devolves into a playfight, Kojiro trapping Kaoru by the wrists as he shoves bony knees into Kojiro’s ribs, and is only stopped when Kojiro’s mother yells upstairs and asks if Kaoru will be staying the night.

“Duh,” comes Kaoru’s response when Kojiro glances down at him, “I thought that was a given.”

Kojiro rolls his eyes, shouting an affirmation back before clambering off Kaoru and helping him to his feet. “I think I won by default.”

“Bullshit, I demand a rematch.” Kaoru pouts, shoving at Kojiro before reaching down to restack his practice tests. “This fucking sucks.”

“What, studying? Well yeah, of course it does.” Kojiro clicks his pen a few times, watching Kaoru move around. “School would be fun otherwise.”

“You say that like you’re not a top-of-the-class good boy.” Kaoru snorts on a laugh, throwing his stationery into a pouch and zipping it closed with a little more force than necessary. “I can’t focus on it anyway.”

“Nah, me neither.” Kojiro sighs, tucking his notebook into his bag and dropping it at the foot of his bed. “Wanna play something?”

“Sure, I’ll kick your ass at Smash again.”

“Maybe if you played somebody other than Falco it’d be less of a steamroll.” Kojiro huffed, turning on the TV in the corner of his room and setting up the console. 

“Maybe if you didn’t main such a terrible character then we wouldn’t be having this conv—”

He was cut short by Kojiro clapping his hand over Kaoru’s mouth, a semi-serious expression clouding his features.

“If you dare bad-mouth Link, you’ll be sleeping outside.”

Kaoru raised his hands in mock surrender before licking Kojiro’s palm with as much spit as he could muster.

Kojiro yelped, retracting his hand and wiping it clean on Kaoru’s shirt. “Dick.”

“Sorry you’ve got bad taste.” Kaoru chortled as he ducked another swipe, grabbing the controllers from Kojiro’s desk and holding one out as if he was brandishing a weapon. “We settle this like men.”

“By playing a children’s fighting game?”

“Absolutely.”

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Four matches later, the proceedings being cut short by a call to dinner, the score sat at three-one in Kaoru’s favour.

“Congratulations on winning one of them, at least.” Kaoru grins, nudging Kojiro with his elbow once they’d retired back to his bedroom.

“I don’t need your pity praise.” Kojiro grimaces.

“As a consolation prize, do you wanna watch a movie or something before we go to sleep?” Kaoru glances at the clock on the wall. “It’s nearly eight.”

“What would I have won if I beat you?”

Kaoru hums in thought, tapping his finger against his chin. “Anything you’d wanted.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Kaoru confirms, an eyebrow raising slightly in unspoken connotations.

“Pervert.”

“I know what you were thinking of.” Kaoru laughs, reaching across to press the finger against Kojiro’s lips. “Your poker face needs work.”

Kojiro huffs, twisting away from Kaoru to look over the shelf full of disc cases. “Any preferences?”

“You pick while I grab the spare futon.”

He leaves the room before Kojiro can argue, giving him no other option. He gazes across the stacks of brightly-coloured covers, seeing if there’s anything he immediately recognises that they hadn’t watched in a while, and his eyes land on an old favourite; Kojiro’s got the film ready to play when Kaoru returns, and he helps him roll out the futon before hopping onto his bed and patting the space beside him. Kaoru crawls onto the mattress and joins him, leaning into Kojiro’s warmth as he starts the movie and they settle down to watch it.

A couple of hours later, after the credits have rolled, Kaoru stifles a yawn in the back of his hand and stretches out on the bed. “Been a while since we saw that one, huh?”

“A few years at least, yeah.” Kojiro joins him in sprawling out, his joints offering satisfying clicks, and shuffles away to stand up. “You take the bed, I’ll have the floor.”

“I’m fine on the fu—”

“Guests get the bed. That’s how it goes.” Kojiro cut him off with a warm smile, motioning towards the bathroom that sat opposite his door. “You wanna go first?”

Kaoru shakes his head. “After you.”

Once Kojiro has left, Kaoru checks the drawer at the bottom of Kojiro's wardrobe; the one that's kept just for his stuff. There's a spare uniform, a small bag of toiletries and a change of clothes waiting for him, and Kaoru retrieves some makeup remover and moisturiser from the bag before heading across the hall and knocking on the bathroom door.

"If you're done taking a piss, I can scrub my face while you do your teeth."

Kojiro opens the door with a toothbrush in his mouth, rolling his eyes as he lets Kaoru pass and shuts it behind him.

"Sho impashunt." He mutters around a mouthful of toothpaste foam, nudging Kaoru with his elbow.

"You take forever getting ready for bed, it'd be time to wake up by the time I got here."

Kojiro laughs, a blob of the foam landing on the mirror. He leans over the sink to spit the rest of it out, rinsing the brush down and slotting it into the holder before standing back to let Kaoru have full use of the mirror.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, my lord." He grins at Kaoru, chuckling at the annoyed glare he receives in their reflection. "See you in a sec."

He leaves Kaoru to his routine, making sure there's enough room around the futon for Kaoru to clamber over him before settling under the blanket and getting comfortable. Kaoru isn't far behind him, an oversized vest top covering his boxers, and he pulls his hair loose from his ponytail and slips the tie around his wrist as he closes the door with a jerk of his hips. He glances down at Kojiro with a grin, purposefully stepping onto his stomach on his way to the bed, and Kojiro grabs at his ankle to try and catch him; Kaoru's too fast, rolling onto the bed and out of Kojiro's reach with a cackle of laughter.

"Asshole." Kojiro chuckles, rubbing at the spot where Kaoru's foot was.

"Didn't see you there." Kaoru smirks. "Sorry."

“One of these days you’ll regret something.”

“God, I hope not.” He laughs again, burrowing under the duvet.

“You forgot to turn out the light.”

“You’re closer.”

Kojiro sighs, because technically Kaoru’s right, and gets up to flick the switch; Kaoru kindly holds his phone up as a makeshift torch so that he can get back to bed before turning it around to continue checking his messages. Kojiro’s phone sits on his desk, charging, so he stares up at the ceiling and tries to assemble some kind of order to the scattered thoughts in his mind — between the jumble of looming assignments and learning new skate tricks, his feelings for Kaoru linger like an oversized elephant in the room.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“You don’t normally request permission, but sure.”

“What…” Kojiro swallows, tongue heavy in his mouth. “What does this whole thing between us mean?"

"It can be whatever you want it to be." Kaoru glances down at him. "We can make something out of it, or we can keep it casual for now."

Kojiro considers his options, staring back at Kaoru with his mouth slightly parted on a breath as the silence drags out between them. If Kaoru can tell he’s terrified, he doesn’t mention it.

"Casual sounds good." He eventually settles on, giving Kaoru a tight-lipped smile. "Gives us more options later on, right?" 

"Right." Kaoru mirrors, a little tersely. "Makes sense."

The light fades as Kaoru's phone goes back to sleep. He instantly drops it onto the bedside table and turns to face the wall, curling up in Kojiro's sheets.

"G'night, Kojiro."

The futon suddenly feels like quicksand, the thin blanket draped over Kojiro suffocating him until it feels like his ribs might crack, and he swallows around a dry throat.

"Night."

Kojiro is fairly sure he just fucked up.

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He doesn't see Kaoru for a few days outside of classes, the other man making a point of avoiding him, and Kojiro feels a hollowness embedding itself in his chest. Kaoru's done this before when they've had an argument, and Kojiro knows to give him the space, but this time it feels like Kaoru might not come back to him. 

On the fourth day, the worry is assuaged when Kaoru finds him at the vending machines. 

"I'm sorry." Kojiro blurts out, retrieving his lemonade from the machine and meeting Kaoru's eyes as he stands up.

"No, it's my fault." Kaoru sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I just shut down when I should have said something."

"It's fine, honestly."

He twists open the bottle, and isn't fast enough to stop the contents from bubbling out — the sticky drink coats his hand, and Kaoru bursts into laughter as he searches his backpack for something to help clean Kojiro up. He hands over a pack of tissues, taking the bottle from Kojiro, and steals a swig before wiping it down and resealing the lid.

"Idiot."

Kojiro grimaces as he tries to clean up the worst of the mess, the cheap tissues disintegrating before doing much work. "Are these those shitty ones they hand out in front of the station?!" 

"That's all I have!" Kaoru defends, placing the bottle on the bench between them. "Just go wash your hands, the sinks are right there."

He gestures towards the nearby toilets, and Kojiro levels him with a stare.

"I'm not going anywhere, I swear. I'll be right here."

Kojiro nods, running to the bathroom to clean off, and when he returns Kaoru is idly scrolling through his phone, a straw stuck between his lips as he slowly sips at a carton of vanilla milk. It's a hot day, and even here in the shade of the break area the breeze is warm; Kojiro tries not to focus on the beads of sweat sliding along Kaoru's exposed collarbones where he's unbuttoned the top of his shirt. Kaoru makes an obnoxious slurping sound as he finishes off the drink, eyes slowly rolling up to meet Kojiro's gaze, and he smiles around the straw.

"All good?" He asks, throwing the empty carton into the nearby bin.

"Y-Yeah, cleaned up."

Kaoru passes him the bottle again, watching as Kojiro gulps half of it down in one go with a grateful sigh once he's done. He averts his gaze when Kojiro tilts his head in an unspoken question, chewing on his lip before standing up and slipping the strap of his messenger bag over his head.

"See you after school?" 

They don't share any classes this afternoon, Kojiro suddenly remembers.

"Sure."

Kaoru reaches across, pressing a soft kiss to the swell of Kojiro's cheek, and lingers a little longer than necessary before tearing himself away with a wave over his shoulder. 

"Meet you outside the gate."

Kojiro is too stunned to reply, the bottle of lemonade in his hand groaning as he squeezes it tighter. His heart is a marching band in his chest, eyes not leaving Kaoru's retreating form until he's completely out of sight, and Kojiro is left wondering where this whole mess leaves them.

The rest of the day passes him by in a vague blur, his hand working on auto-pilot as it writes barely legible notes for his classes, and as the final bell rings Kojiro's brain is still swimming with uncertainty. He heads to the main gate, just about registering his skateboard flying towards him and managing to catch it before it smacks him across the face; Kaoru's hair is visible before the rest of him, a grin stretched across his face and eyes crinkled with joy, and Kojiro thinks everything will work itself out, just like always.

"Everything alright? You look super spaced out." Kaoru's lips drop into a concerned frown. 

"Yeah, just had trouble concentrating." 

"Oh?" Kaoru rounds on him, a smirk quickly replacing the sour expression. "Did my kiss work its magic on you?" 

"Shut up."

"No need to be embarrassed!" Kaoru laughs, tapping where he'd kissed Kojiro's cheek earlier. "If you want another one, all you have to do is ask."

Kojiro suddenly feels brave. "One for the road?"

"Of course."

Kaoru wraps his fingers around Kojiro's wrist, using it to tug him down just enough to plant his lips on Kojiro's sun-warm skin again, pressing tight against Kojiro's side as he does. A quiet hum leaves him, and he pulls back with a slight flush on his cheeks. 

"Thank you." Kojiro offers, smiling.

"Any time." Kaoru squeezes Kojiro's wrist before letting go and dropping his board to the street. "Race you to the 7-Eleven."

"What's at stake?"

"Loser buys breakfast for tomorrow." 

"Cheapskate." Kojiro scoffs, but bumps Kaoru's raised fist regardless. "Deal."

Kojiro slides his skateboard alongside Kaoru's, the edge of the pavement serving as their starting line. He glances across, sticking his tongue out at Kaoru, and earns a bright ring of laughter for his effort.

"On the count of three." Kaoru starts, planting one foot firmly on his board. "One." 

"Two." Kojiro mirrors him, foot pressed against the tarmac, ready to push off.

They both shout "three!" in unison, dashing across the road and turning to gain speed down the hill — Kaoru gains an early lead by virtue of being on the inside of the turn, but Kojiro's better than him at picking up speed on straights, so they're neck and neck again by the time they reach the bottom of the incline. From there it's a few more tricky curves between blocks of buildings and narrow streets until they can both see the convenience store ahead of them, on the edge of a wide curve. Kojiro pushes ahead, briefly turning back to grin at Kaoru, but his hubris comes quickly when Kaoru smirks, veers off to the side, and uses a knocked down 'under construction' sign as a makeshift ramp. He soars upwards, over Kojiro, and even manages a kickflip before landing squarely in front of him to sail into the lead and come skidding to a halt outside the 7-Eleven with a whoop of excitement.

"Holy shit, Kojiro! Did you see that?!"

"You're so reckless!" Kojiro laughs when he catches up, throwing an arm around Kaoru's shoulders. "Nice trick, though."

"Anything for a free meal." 

“Dumbass.” Kojiro leans against the glass front of the convenience store, nodding towards the door. “Do you need anything other than breakfast, or was this just a convenient finish line?”

Kaoru nods. “Yeah, ran out of chocolate at home so I was gonna grab a load more.”

“Maybe if you didn’t eat the stuff like your life depended on it, you wouldn’t have to stock up every other day.”

“Now now, Kojiro, everyone has their vices.” Kaoru winks as he enters the conbini, the merry jingle daring Kojiro to follow behind.

"Yours just happen to be tobacco and sugar." Kojiro sighs, an invisible rope forcing his hand as he walks through the doors.

Kaoru grabs a basket, hair whipping around as he turns to Kojiro with a soft smile. "And you."

Kojiro thinks his heart stops, brain pausing all thought processes, and Kaoru lets out a bright laugh as he takes Kojiro's hand and leads him around the store. 

"You're so easy to fluster."

"It's hardly fair if you keep catching me off-guard."

"You need better defences then." He sticks his tongue out. "You've known me all this time, after all."

"Unfortunately, yes." Kojiro laughs, picking up a couple of bottles of coffee from the fridge and dropping them into the basket. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Melonpan." Kaoru replies without hesitation, holding up three fingers.

"You want three melonpan for breakfast?"

"And a coffee." He grabs his own bottle from the fridge before the door closes fully.

"Where do you keep all this stuff?" Kojiro reaches out to pinch around Kaoru's waist before being slapped away.

"It goes straight to my ass.”

Kojiro laughs, dipping away to raid the bakery products and returning with four of the bread treats scooped into his arms. “One for me, of course.”

Kojiro deposits them next to the coffee, and within five minutes they’re buried underneath a small mountain of chocolate bars and assorted sweets.

“Christ, Kaoru.” Kojiro laughs, watching the pile grow higher. “You’re gonna end up with diabetes when you’re older.”

“That’s a problem for future me, isn’t it?” Kaoru hums, lifting the trove of candy to inspect his haul. “Oh, I didn’t bring my wallet so you’ll have to buy all this for me.”

“Fucker.”

Kaoru grins, the very picture of faked innocence, and hands over the basket. “You’re the best!”

He saunters past Kojiro on his way out of the conbini, humming the jingle as he leaves, and Kojiro is left with no choice — unless he wants to put back all the individual boxes and packages Kaoru’s dumped on him. Thankfully, it’s all pretty cheap stuff, so Kojiro has enough money in his pocket to pay for everything, and if the nice lady at the register gives him a curious look, he ignores it. Carrier bag in hand, Kojiro returns to Kaoru’s side and splits the contents of the bag, stuffing his share into his backpack before thrusting the rest of it into Kaoru’s chest.

“Here you go, sir .”

“How kind of you.” Kaoru chuckles, rummaging around and plucking out a couple of little Kit Kats, offering one to Kojiro. “Strawberry?”

“I’m alright for now.” Kojiro shakes his head, standing up and grabbing his skateboard. “Need to get home though, this homework isn’t going to write itself.”

“Wish it would.” Kaoru mutters, unwrapping the first chocolate.

Kaoru follows him as they head back towards the school, down some side streets that lead back in the direction of their respective houses; they part ways at the nearby crossroads, Kaoru heading left whilst Kojiro keeps walking forward.

“See you tomorrow, then?”

Kaoru nods, taking a bite out of the second bar of the Kit Kat as he turns away. “Tomorrow!”

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Kojiro’s in the middle of proof-reading his essay draft later that night when his phone rings, Kaoru's custom ringtone blaring out of the tiny speaker.  He answers it, slotting it against his shoulder so he can keep reading as he talks.

"Hey, what's up?"

"You eaten yet?" 

"Nah." 

"Wanna grab dinner in a bit?"

Kojiro glances over at the clock on his bedside table — 18:07. "Sure, what time?" 

"Seven?" 

"Sounds good, where do you wanna eat?" 

"There's a little ramen place around the corner from me that mom keeps going on about." Kaoru sighs, blowing static down Kojiro's ear. "But she says it's really good, and you know she's never wrong about food."

"It's true, Mama Sakurayashiki has never led us astray. Meet at yours, then?" 

"Sure. See you at seven.”

Kaoru's hung up by the time Kojiro pulls his phone away, dropping it to the desk and glancing across the rest of the papers in front of him. With a sigh, he gathers them together and leaves them in a neat stack for tomorrow's Kojiro to look at. 

"Mom!" He shouts as he leaves his room, turning into the bathroom to fill the bath with fresh water. "I'm going for dinner with Kaoru later!" 

"No problem!" She calls back, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. "Want me to save you leftovers for lunch tomorrow?" 

"You're the best." Kojiro smiles, grabbing a fresh towel from the airing cupboard. "Don't wait up for me, either!" 

He closes the bathroom door behind him before she can respond, stripping down and rinsing himself off as the bath finishes drawing up. He takes his time soaking in the steaming water, soothing away the aches of studying on a low desk for the past few hours. His mind drifts, replaying all the moments of easy, casual intimacy that Kaoru has supplied him with in the days since the big reveal on the fifth floor. Kojiro lets out a pleased hum, cheeks flushing as the memories warm him alongside the bath, and he belatedly realises this must be what it feels like to be in love — for as long as he can remember Kaoru has always been a presence at Kojiro's side, ever his comrade in arms, so this feels like a natural step, a forgone conclusion, and he feels even more ridiculous for not being honest with his feelings when he had the chance.

Kojiro supposes it doesn't matter anyway. Kaoru's good at figuring him out.

He hauls himself out of the water after a few more minutes, drying down and finding something suitable to wear to dinner. Kojiro eventually settles on a loose pair of shorts and a relatively muted t-shirt, slipping on his years-old Vans and grabbing his skateboard on the way out of the house. He ducks into the kitchen to kiss his mother on the cheek, and she reminds him to be safe on the way to Kaoru’s with a quiet laugh.

Kojiro
On my way, don’t be late!

Kaoru
as if, you’re always the late one
also it’s my house?? you fucking idiot

Kojiro slides his phone into his pocket with a chuckle, dropping his board to the pavement and pushing off to skate the three miles over to Kaoru’s place.

He arrives a whole minute before seven o’clock to find Kaoru leant on the utility pole opposite his front door, and he flicks his eyes up to catch Kojiro’s gaze before locking his phone and pushing it into the back pocket of his ridiculously tight skinny jeans. His hands are swallowed by the huge sleeves of the sweater he’s wearing, and Kojiro belatedly realises it’s one of his that Kaoru stole last year.

“You said you’d give that back.”

“I don’t remember ever making such a promise.” Kaoru pouts, petulantly shoving the material so it bunches up around his elbows. “Hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Then let’s go, it’s just over that way.” He nods down a side street and starts to walk.

Kojiro dutifully follows behind, trying not to stare as Kaoru pulls his hair up into his usual ponytail — the ever-present black choker cuts the pale column of his neck clean in two, and an intrusive thought stabs itself into Kojiro’s brain like a well-thrown knife: he wonders what it would be like to kiss along the soft flesh, bite down on the thick cord of Kaoru’s throat, dig his fingers underneath the strip of material and tug Kaoru along with it… Kojiro doesn’t even realise when they arrive at the restaurant, and Kaoru has to grab him by the sleeve to stop him walking past the door.

“Everything okay?” He asks, voice lilting down into a tone of genuine worry that makes Kojiro’s heart ache a little.

“Yeah, I was just thinking about my essay and zoned out.” He lies, automatic.

Kaoru’s eyes lose their sharp edge, expression shifting into a sympathetic smile. “Know that feeling.”

He drags Kojiro into the warmth of the building, the scent of freshly made broth drawing a low rumble out of both their stomachs, and they lean against the ordering machine to check out the menu.

“Did your mom recommend anything in particular?”

Kaoru shakes his head, chewing on his lip as he glances across the rows and rows of options. “Just said that the broth was really good.”

Kojiro hums, eyes landing on the “Recommended Items” list and spotting a couple of dishes that pique his interest. He jabs his finger into the button for a bowl of otoko-aji, following it up with a side order of a boiled egg and a can of lemonade, and peers across to check the total. 

“Thirteen hundred isn’t bad, is it?”

“Depends on how good the food is.” Kaoru shrugs, ordering himself the spicy Taiwan-style ramen, a side of gyoza, and a bottle of ramune. “I’ll get these.”

“You sure?”

Kaoru has already fed a 2,000 yen note into the machine by the time Kojiro finishes the question, looking across at him as he pushes a coin in to pay for the remainder. “Too slow.”

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” The machine spits out a small collection of printed slips, and Kaoru reaches down to collect them. “Consider this payback for all the chocolate I made you buy.”

Kaoru hands the tickets to one of the waitresses, and Kojiro spots an empty space near the front windows; they shuffle into the booth, legs tangling underneath the narrow table, and wait for their food to start arriving. Kojiro’s stomach gargles once more, and he covers it with his arms in embarrassment.

“Have you even eaten anything today?”

He shakes his head, grimacing. “Was feeling sick all morning.”

“How come?” Kaoru tilts his head, reaching up to tuck a loose bang behind his ear. “Miss me that much?”

“…Kinda.” Kojiro admits, shifting his attention to the bottle of hot sauce on the table.

He hears Kaoru pull in a quiet breath of air, sees his fingers curl slightly in the corner of his vision, and is only half-prepared when Kaoru’s other hand touches gently against his cheek and turns Kojiro’s head so that he can press a soft kiss against his lips. Kojiro stiffens up for a moment, and it seems to pull Kaoru back to reality — he shifts away again, sitting on his hands, and chews on the inside of his cheek.

“Sorry.” He whispers, screwing his eyes shut before opening them again to stare at Kojiro. “I know you said you wa—”

“Forget what I said.” Kojiro interjects, jaw set in a serious line. “I never want to feel like that again.”

Kaoru’s eyes widen, his lips parting around a gasp, and his arms start to quiver as anxious energy tries to find a way out of him. Kojiro softens, reaching across to place a huge hand on Kaoru’s shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“It was the loneliest four days of my life.”

“You fucking sap.” Kaoru laughs, resting his cheek against the back of Kojiro’s hand. “I missed you too, I just… needed to get my head in order, first.”

“I still don’t know what I want.” Kojiro admits, shifting his thumb to press against the tip of Kaoru’s nose. “But I definitely know that I don’t want you to leave.”

“I can tone it down, if you need me to.”

Kojiro shakes his head, smiling. “It wouldn’t be the same without you being a menace to my libido.”

They’re interrupted by the arrival of their orders, the waitress sliding steaming bowls of sloshing ramen across the table, and Kojiro pinches Kaoru’s cheek before pulling his hand back and thanking her for the food as she bows and turns away. They mutter a quiet thanks for the meal before cracking their chopsticks apart and digging in.

A session of heavy slurping later the bowls sit empty between them, pushed aside so they can continue to chat as their stomachs recover from the meal. Kojiro takes his time sipping the lemonade whilst Kaoru rolls the marble in his ramune between gulps, a comfortable atmosphere settling around them as the ebb and flow of other patrons continues. Under the table, their legs are still wound together and Kaoru’s free hand has found a spot just above Kojiro’s knee to rest, fingers tapping along to the radio playing at the bar.

“I’ll have to thank your mom next time I see her.” Kojiro mutters, glancing at the cleaned-out dishes. “That was delicious.”

“It’s true that she never has a bad recommendation.” Kaoru agrees, finishing off his drink and sliding the bottle down the table. “Least she’s good for that.”

“You’ve been fighting again?”

“When are we not fighting?” He sighs, resting his chin in his hand with a dramatic huff. “She’s always annoyed at me for doing shit when I should be studying instead.”

“But you’re like… in the top 10% of our grade. You’re smart as fuck.”

“I know that.” Kaoru jabs, sighing again. “And so does she. But I’m not ‘using my full potential’ so she bitches and gripes about it all day.”

Kojiro falls quiet, somewhat unsure of what to say, and Kaoru glowers.

“Ready to go if you are.” He stands up, letting out a breath through his nose. “I’m done talking about that old hag.”

“Sure.” Kojiro drains the can, letting it clatter on the table as he puts it down, and follows Kaoru out of the restaurant with a hasty thanks to the staff. Once they’re both outside, Kaoru thrusts his hand into Kojiro’s and begins to move, dragging him behind him as he starts to walk in the opposite direction to home.

“Don’t wanna go back yet.”

Kaoru leads them off their usual trails, the sky darkening as twilight fades into the blackness of night, and they pass underneath a beautiful arch of cherry blossom branches as he steers them into a park. It’s a level of quiet that’s normally hard to find in Naha, the distant ocean waves and faint rev of engines the only soundtrack as they walk forward. The way is lit by the occasional lamp, standing proud even as the trees surrounding them try to swallow their glow in soft pink petals, and Kojiro falls into a calm stupor as Kaoru gently carries him along.

The serenity is interrupted by Kaoru leaning close, pressing himself against Kojiro's side, and whispering into his ear. "Hey, can I suck you off?"

Kojiro’s eyes widen, head whipping around to look at Kaoru. "Right now?"

He glances around over the top of Kaoru’s head; it's completely empty at this time of evening, and Kaoru smirks.

"I'm convinced that you're some kinda succubus." Kojiro huffs.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Kaoru's eyes glimmer with something wicked, lips shifting into a feral grin. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

He's already pulling Kojiro by the wrist, leading the way to a thicker copse of trees that's a little off the beaten path and would provide them enough cover should somebody walk by.

"Does this sway your decision?" 

"I… guess?"

Kojiro shrugs, thoughts too scattered to form a decent response. The conversation they had at the restaurant is still rattling around his mind, his feelings tripping over each other as the threads of desire and logic begin to knot together. Kaoru's fingers squeezing his wrist gives him something else to focus on, and he’s grateful for the distraction.

"Hey, you really don't have to go along with me if you don't want to. I'm not about to force things if I’m still going too fast for you. I just… wanna work off some energy."

Maybe, at another point in time, Kojiro might have said no. But there's a thrill running down his spine, something addictive about Kaoru that he wants to keep chasing, and he feels himself getting caught deeper and deeper in Kaoru's undercurrent the more time they spend together like this, utterly powerless to resist the other boy’s charm.

"We've gotta do something about this oral fixation of yours."

Kaoru belts out a surprised laugh, tongue flicking out to subconsciously wet his lips, and he lets the tip of it toy with his lip ring. Kojiro's gaze is instantly drawn to it, the dim light of the park around them glinting off the silver as it moves, and he can't resist any more — Kojiro ducks down to press his lips against Kaoru's, hands shifting to press against the base of Kaoru's spine, and groans as Kaoru absolutely melts into the kiss. 

He feels Kaoru working at his shorts, palming his bulge through the thick cotton, and presses his tongue through Kaoru's lips to taste even more of him as his cock is gently pulled free of his boxers. Fingers slide along his entire length, once more mapping out the way it feels, and Kaoru rolls his thumb around the head to smear it with Kojiro's fluid.

"You really get off on kissing me, hm?" Kaoru taunts, licking across Kojiro's parted lips. "You're already like this."

He gives Kojiro's dick a squeeze to emphasise his point before slowly dropping into a crouch, pressing his lips against the thick base of Kojiro's length and mouthing along it until he can take the tip into his mouth. Kaoru glances up at Kojiro, lamplight gold staring up into ruby red from beneath half-lidded eyes, and he groans when a fresh pulse of Kojiro's precome falls against his tongue.

An idea strikes Kojiro then, and he's fairly certain Kaoru will come along for the ride. 

His fingers reach down to caress along the soft lines of Kaoru's face, pausing at the bridge of his nose. Kaoru's eyebrow raises, a questioning glance as his tongue continues to lazily roll around the head of Kojiro's thick length.

"How good are you at holding your breath?" Kojiro asks, visibly swallowing around a lump in his throat. 

The brow furrows as Kaoru wonders what Kojiro is thinking, before the penny drops and his eyes widen. He slips back from suckling Kojiro's cock, a sly smirk curving those pretty pink lips.

"Pretty decent, I think." He nods, tongue flicking out to lick at another bead of Kojiro's precome. "Are you wanting what I think you're wanting?" 

Kojiro's face flushes a deep red, no longer able to meet Kaoru's molten gaze. A sharp laugh bursts out of Kaoru, fist giving a lazy pump along Kojiro's erection, and he nods.

"Sure."

Kojiro's eyes snap back to Kaoru's, pupils blown so wide that his ruby red irises are barely visible.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I trust you, idiot." Kaoru smiles, this one genuine, and turns his head to press a kiss against the thrumming pulse at Kojiro's wrist. "Do you?" 

"Always." Kojiro immediately breathes out, a slow shudder rolling through his body.

"Don't go easy on me, alright?" Kaoru warns, taking a deep inhale of air before wrapping his lips around Kojiro's dick again.

Kojiro hums, slowly shifting his hips forward to sink deeper into the tight heat of Kaoru's mouth, watching with raptured interest as his length disappears inch by inch. He strokes his thumb across Kaoru's cheek, fingers moving to pinch his nostrils shut. Kaoru's eyes slip shut, a quiet hum vibrating through his mouth, and Kojiro shoves the rest of his cock down Kaoru's throat at the same time as he clamps his thumb and index finger together. The reaction is immediate, the walls of Kaoru's throat clamping down around the intrusion, and Kojiro lets out a deep groan.

"Fuck, Kaoru." He curses, his other hand moving to wind into blossom pink and hold Kaoru in place as he shallowly starts to thrust. 

The pressure on Kojiro's length is heavy, his rhythmic motions coupled with Kaoru's constricting throat already making the pleasure coiling in his gut threaten to boil over. Kaoru's eyes flutter open and glance up at Kojiro, and the sight almost makes him come on the spot — rich honey staring at him from beneath heavy eyelids, shimmering with tears, framed by thick black eyeliner.

"Oh, Kaoru …" Kojiro whimpers his name, grip tightening in Kaoru's hair, and picks up speed as he chases the orgasm that begins to swell at his core.

Kaoru closes his eyes once again, the unshed tears streaking across his cheeks and taking the makeup with them. Kojiro's balls slap heavily against Kaoru's chin as they draw up, slick with saliva, and Kojiro's vision almost whites out as his release punches the air out of him, cock pulsing as it shoots a thick load straight down Kaoru's throat. He chants Kaoru's name as his orgasm continues, fingers gently scratching against his scalp as he works through it, and Kaoru swallows him down with another low hum that sends static across the sensitive head of his cock where it bulges against the black band adorning Kaoru's neck.

"Holy shit."

He lets go of Kaoru's nose, letting him suck in some well-needed air before slowly pulling back and letting his cock pop free from Kaoru's lips. A thick string of saliva and semen keeps him connected to Kojiro, and he commits the sight to memory; Kaoru's cheeks burning red and streaked with black, lips swollen and glistening wet, and the way his tongue peeks out to lick away the remnants of Kojiro's spend from the tip of his length.

"Enjoyed yourself, I see." Kaoru's grin is almost feline in nature, stroking his hand along Kojiro's thigh and kneading his fingers into the tight muscle. "That was so fucking good."

Kojiro glances between them, down to where Kaoru's other hand is cupping his own hardness. "Want me to help with that?" 

Kaoru bites his bottom lip, nodding as he rises from his knees and crowds against Kojiro's front. "I won't need much, I'm about to fucking explode."

Kojiro knows exactly what to do. He slips one hand around Kaoru's waist to cup at his ass, splaying his fingers across the pert curve and giving it a hefty squeeze as the other makes quick work of Kaoru's skintight jeans and frees his cock from his underwear. The lace trim holds firm around the base of Kaoru's length, keeping it upright as Kojiro swipes his thumb across the leaking tip and smears precome across it.

"You weren't kidding, huh?" He chuckles, dark and breathy, right into Kaoru's ear, and the resulting shudder prompts another. "You were so good for me, baby."

Kaoru normally hates gushy terms of endearment. From Kojiro, however… he could listen to them forever. He latches onto the praise, fingers tight where they hold onto thick biceps, and whimpers when Kojiro finally wraps his fist around Kaoru's aching erection.

"Gonna make you feel good too, Kaoru." Kojiro moans, rolling his wrist as he squeezes around the other's length.

"Please, Ko… please ." Kaoru begs, whining against Kojiro's neck and bucking up into the tight grip of his hand.

"Do it, Kaoru. Come for me."

Kaoru does, gasping as the force of it knocks him off-guard. Thick ribbons paint across Kojiro's shirt, the less powerful spurts dribbling down onto Kojiro's fingers and aiding the glide as Kaoru continues to hump into his fist. Kaoru whimpers as he quickly becomes sensitive, reaching down to pull Kojiro's hand away before it becomes painful, and brings those coated digits to his lips so that he can dutifully clean them. 

"Fuck." Kojiro swears under his breath, vision narrowed down to the lithe pink muscle swiping Kaoru's own release from around his knuckles. "You're a monster."

"So I've been told." He laughs, kissing Kojiro's fingertip before letting go of his wrist and sucking in another shaky breath. "You're illegally good at this."

"Says the dick sucking champion of our year." Kojiro smiles, tucking his (clean) hand around Kaoru's neck and scratching at the thin fuzz at the nape of it. "Nobody should be allowed to give a blowjob like that."

"Special occasion, this time." Kaoru smiles with a wink. "You kinky fuck."

"I hope I didn't hurt you." 

"I'd have liked it anyway." He laughs, pulling Kojiro in for a chaste kiss.

Their cocks brush, twitching with interest, and both of them let out a quiet moan.

"Mind if I try?" Kojiro asks, pressing his thumb against Kaoru's lower lip.

"Only if you give me a five minute breather."

Kojiro smiles, stealing another kiss. "Deal."

🌸 🍵

"Oh, look who's on the door." Kaoru smiles, taking a long drag of his cigarette as he nods towards the entrance of the club.

It's Saturday night, and Kaoru thought it would be good to go out for the night; Kojiro suggested the goth club in the middle of town, and Kaoru leapt at the idea.

"Looks like we picked a good night to show up." Kojiro hums, recognising the man standing guard. "Think he'll let us in?" 

Kaoru rolls his eyes, glancing over at Kojiro. "Of course he will, it's Yamato."

Yamato is a good friend of theirs, back from when they skated in middle school. He's a couple of years older, so they stopped hanging out with him after he graduated, but he still recognises the pair whenever they cross paths.

"Wonder if he still skates?" Kojiro asks, leaning against the railing in front of them as Kaoru stubs his cigarette out on it

"I hope so, he was pretty good at it." 

"Let's go find out."

Kaoru throws the bouncer at the door a wink as they approach, blowing him a kiss that he dramatically pretends to bat away.

Laughing as they approach, Kojiro returns the offered high-five. "Yamato."

"Nanjo, Sakurayashiki." He gives them both a polite nod. "Been a while since you graced me with your presence."

"Too much to do, too little time to do it in." Kojiro shrugs. "Good to see you again, though."

"How's the skating going?" Yamato asks as he pretends to check Kaoru's ID, holding his hand out to take Kojiro's.

"Still trying to perfect the rail slides, I keep slipping off and nearly crushing my dick."

Kojiro winces, thankful that Kaoru hasn't permanently damaged his equipment. "You gotta be careful, that shit doesn't grow back."

"Be easier if it did." Yamato chuckles, handing Kojiro's driving licence back. "In you go boys, don't go crazy in there."

"'til next time, Yamato." Kaoru smiles, lightly punching his shoulder as they step into the thumping atmosphere of the club.

"It's all about who you know in this town, huh?" Kojiro asks as they get to the bar.

"You bet." Kaoru smirks with a wink, and turns to the bartender with a dazzling smile. "Peach chu-hi and a…?" 

"Rum and Coke."

Kaoru raises an eyebrow, and Kojiro shrugs.

"Glass for your drink, sir?" The bartender slides a gaudy pink and green can across to Kaoru, who shakes his head. "Single or double for your rum?"

"Single, please." Kojiro chuckles. "Don't wanna tap out too early."

Kaoru laughs next to him, taking a big swig of alcohol. "Better keep an eye on you then." 

Kojiro accepts his drink with a smile, paying for them both and turning to face the rest of the room. Kaoru sidles a little closer, pressing their thighs together, and Kojiro's hand finds its way around Kaoru's waist without much thought. It feels natural, tucked against the jut of his hips, and neither of them mention it as they slowly start to shift to the rhythm of the music; it's a Western band that Kaoru's obsessed with, and Kojiro only recognises the chorus by osmosis. 

"So why here?" Kaoru asks, draining the can and flagging a bartender down for a second one.

"Dunno, really. Just thought you'd like it." Kojiro shrugs, sipping at his own drink. 

"Well you're not wrong." He laughs, popping open the new can. "But I didn't think you liked this stuff."

"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me."

"As if you've ever listened to a second of My Chemical Romance in your life."

Kojiro pouts a little, and Kaoru presses a finger against it.

"Don't worry, I'll lend you all their albums."

"Thanks."

"Next you'll want me to paint your nails and show you how to put eyeliner on." Kaoru grins, running his fingers along the soft crease of Kojiro's cheek. "You'd look good."

"Yeah?" Kojiro smiles, glancing down to remind himself of Kaoru's attire for the night. 

He's wearing very little, all things considered; a thick black choker that's covered in spikes with a metal ring attached to the front, a wide-holed fishnet top that does absolutely nothing to hide his lithe physique and piercings, a tight pair of shiny black leggings that hug his thighs and lift his ass up a little, and a pair of heavy platform boots that basically removes the height difference between them. Kojiro, meanwhile, is in a simple black tank top, dark grey jeans and a beat-up pair of Converse.

"Not as good as you though."

Black-rimmed eyes widen the slightest amount, a soft pink dusts across Kaoru's cheeks, and he downs the rest of the chu-hi to distract himself from the way Kojiro looks at him like he hung the stars in the sky. A new track blasts across the speakers, and the crowd cheers as the DJ turns it up a little louder.

"You recognise this at least, right?" 

Kojiro glances across the room, humming along to the beat as he thinks. "the GazettE, yeah?" 

"There we go! You're not a total baby." Kaoru beams a grin at him again, genuine excitement flashing across his features. "Come and dance with me?" 

Kaoru pushes away from the bar, holding out his hand for Kojiro to take and watching him expectantly.

"How do you even dance to visual kei?"

Kaoru shrugs with a hearty laugh, eyes wrinkling at the corners as his smile widens. "No fucking clue." 

Kojiro finishes his drink in one gulp and takes Kaoru's hand. "Let's find out, then."

He's whisked into the middle of the throng of people, carefully slipping past other groups of people, and bumps into Kaoru where he's stopped somewhere in the middle of the room.

"I guess we just… jump and grind." Kaoru glances around, a childish awe striking him as he takes in the scene. "I've never done this before."

Kojiro gives Kaoru's hand a tight squeeze, reclaiming his attention. He pulls him close, and Kaoru instinctively slides his free arm around Kojiro's midriff. 

"Let's just take it slow, yeah?" 

Kaoru's vision narrows down to the man in front of him, the rest of the club a distant thump that sits at the edge of his periphery. He tucks against Kojiro, letting go of his hand to slip his other arm around his waist, and Kojiro hums when their groins press against each other.

"Kojiro…" Kaoru mutters, stroking his thumb into the dips of Kojiro's spine. "Kiss me?"

Kojiro does; Kaoru still tastes of the acrid bitterness of tobacco, the cloying sweetness of the peach alcohol not enough to smother it, but Kojiro finds himself uncaring as he swipes his tongue along Kaoru's lower lip and forces it between his teeth. Kaoru reciprocates with ease, hands dipping into Kojiro's back pockets to give his ass a satisfying squeeze as the kiss devolves into an uncoordinated mess. The music is left behind as it fades into a dull thud thud thud of drum beats, matching the hammering of Kaoru's heart in his chest.

"Toilet." He huffs out on a shaky breath when they part, hand instantly back in Kojiro's and dragging him towards the back of the venue, dancing suddenly an afterthought.

They're both teetering on the edge of tipsy already, and maybe Kaoru shouldn't be doing this now, and maybe Kojiro won't want to go all the way with him, but the aching need that's been burning him up from the inside all week isn't going away until he does something . Preferably something involving the man he's currently leading through the crowd.

He pulls Kojiro into the dimly-lit bathroom, quickly glancing around — it's empty, the two stalls unoccupied, and Kaoru practically throws Kojiro into the furthest one before following him in and locking the door behind them. Within seconds, Kojiro is on him, hands dipping underneath the fishnet top that's been taunting him all night and gripping Kaoru's waist hard enough to leave angry red imprints behind.

"Ko-Kojiro…" Kaoru stutters, sinking his fingers into damp green curls and tugging him into a biting kiss, teeth instantly latching onto Kojiro's bottom lip and pulling a strained groan out of him.

"What do you want, blossom?" Kojiro asks when his mouth is free, thumbs stroking circles into the dips of Kaoru's abs.

"You." Kaoru hisses, pulling Kojiro's head back so he can cover his neck in kisses. "Want you to fuck me." 

"Here?" Kojiro asks, even though the answer is obvious.

Kaoru pulls back to look at him, and Kojiro's breath catches; he's flushed all the way down to his chest, a vibrant red that fades back into pale cream just above Kaoru's nipples. His piercings catch what little light the cubicle has, and Kojiro licks his lips - he wants to take one into his mouth so, so badly. Kaoru's chest rises and falls with each heavy breath, hair sticking to his sweat-slick cheeks, and Kojiro thinks he looks positively ethereal in the dull orange glow.

As if hearing his thoughts, Kaoru uses the hand in his hair to pull him forward once more and bury Kojiro's face against his chest.

"Go on, then." He commands, adjusting the criss-cross fabric so that the silver barbell juts out proud from his pectoral.

Kojiro shudders, slapping Kaoru's hand away so that he can drag them both backwards — his knees hit the closed toilet, forcing him to drop onto it and pull Kaoru into his lap. Kojiro wastes no time flicking his tongue across the piercing and drawing it between his lips, applying a little suction that causes Kaoru to grind down against his thighs.

"Need your cock so badly, 'jiro." Kaoru slurs, throwing his head back and continuing to rut against Kojiro. 

His own dick strains against the tight fabric of his leggings, and Kojiro reaches between them to feel out the shape of it. It twitches at the touch, staining the material with precome, and Kojiro grinds his palm against the stiff length.

"P-Please." Kaoru's voice cracks, panting at the heat coursing through him.

Kojiro shoves a hand underneath the waistband, wrapping his fingers around Kaoru, and groans at the slick feel of it.

"You let everyone look at you like this, huh?" Kojiro teases, breath ghosting over the spit-covered nipple and pulling a hiss out of Kaoru. "Hard as a rock in the middle of the floor?" 

"Y-Yeah." Kaoru manages, laughing quietly. "Like to show 'em what they're missing."

Kojiro bites down on the stiff nub in front of him before pulling back to glance up at Kaoru. "Whore."

The word sends a fresh lick of fire across Kaoru's skin, a guttural moan rumbling out of his chest. He snaps his head forward again, mouth parted on a breath, and Kojiro crashes their lips together.

" Your whore." Kaoru corrects him against his mouth, swallowing Kojiro's moans. "Make them know."

Kojiro growls in response, hand coming up to grip Kaoru's jaw tightly. He shoves, tipping Kaoru's head back again, and sinks his teeth into the column of his throat, just above the choker. Kaoru's howl of pleasure reverberates in the tiny room, the breathless scream of Kojiro's name embedding itself into the graffiti adorning the walls. Kojiro sucks on the bite, leaving a dark red mark in the shape of his mouth that is definitely going to bruise come the morning and mark Kojiro's claim. His fingers dip into Kaoru's mouth, holding down his tongue as his other hand tightens around his cock and gives it a shallow stroke.

"So our first time's gonna be in a shitty goth club toilet, huh?" Kojiro chuckles, shifting his attention to give Kaoru's balls a gentle squeeze. "How fitting."

"Ah cahn't whait anymohre." Kaoru manages around Kojiro's fingers, sucking on the digits between sentences. "Whant yhew sho bad."

"Needy." Kojiro smiles, letting go of Kaoru and shoving his leggings down as far as he can. "Gonna give me a hand, or do I need to rip these off you?" 

Kaoru makes another whine of pleasure, shaking his head. He slips free of Kojiro's fingers, lifting his hips enough to let them both wriggle the garment and his underwear down to his knees.

"Don't wanna be arrested for indecent exposure." He laughs, clamping his hands onto Kojiro's shoulders. "Maybe another day, big boy."

With his cock freed Kaoru can rut against Kojiro's clothes, smearing pre on the black tank top. Kojiro tuts, giving the swell of Kaoru's ass a light slap. 

"Disgusting." He cants his own hips enough to wriggle a hand into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and awkwardly retrieving a small silver packet from within. "No lube, I'm afraid."

"I'll survive." Kaoru hums, taking Kojiro's fingers back into his mouth and soaking them with his saliva.

"Resourceful as ever, Sakurayashiki."

Kaoru rolls his eyes, giving Kojiro's digits a gentle bite before letting him pull them out. "Dickhead."

Kojiro laughs loud, sliding the wet fingers down Kaoru's spine until they're pressed against his tight rim.

"You sure about this?" Kojiro asks, a flash of worry in his eyes.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life, Kojiro." Kaoru sighs, leaning down to press a lingering kiss against Kojiro's forehead. "I can't even blame the alcohol, I'm basically sober again."

"You're such a lightweight." Kojiro chuckles, teasing the muscle with gentle pressure. "Relax for me, Kaoru."

He nods in response, letting out a breath and trying to release some of the tension in his system, and gasps quietly when Kojiro's finger breaches into him. It burns a little, as expected, and Kaoru winces. He buries his head into Kojiro's shoulder, trying to stay loose as the digit pushes further — it's thick, already stretching his rim further than his own curious experimentation, and Kaoru is finding it hard to breathe as the stinging pain slowly ebbs away into a dull throb of pleasure. Kojiro's finger catches on his prostate, nudging it gently, and Kaoru cries out on a broken moan, clinging tighter to Kojiro.

"There we go… you're doing amazing." Kojiro whispers, gently easing a second finger alongside the first. 

Kaoru shudders, barely able to choke out a warning before his release is coating Kojiro's tank top in thick streams of white.

"You're making a habit of this, you know." Kojiro laughs, gently fucking his fingers in gentle thrusts to work Kaoru through his orgasm. "That feel good?" 

"Mnnh…" Kaoru groans out, kissing the side of Kojiro's throat. "Really good. Keep going."

"Yeah?" Kojiro hums, slowly scissoring his fingers to stretch Kaoru out. "Not too sensitive?" 

"Nah, s'fine." Kaoru shakes his head, mumbling against Kojiro's skin. "You said you'd fuck me. And I know you're not a quitter."

"You're damn right." Kojiro taps the condom wrapper against Kaoru's shoulder as he pulls his fingers free. "Open this for me, then."

"If I didn't feel like jelly…" Kaoru takes the packet, clumsily tearing the foil open. "I could put this on with my mouth."

"You'll just have to show me another time, then." Kojiro accepts the condom when Kaoru holds it out, rolling it onto his cock with a grunt of pleasure. "I guess that means I'm doing all the work."

"Of course."

"Such a fucking princess." Kojiro huffs, grabbing a buttock in each hand and spreading Kaoru open so he can buck his cock into the cleft and nudge it against the still-gaping rim. "Tell me if you need me to stop, okay?" 

Kaoru sighs, shifting his hips so that Kojiro's tip presses into him and sinks down a couple of inches before stopping. A full-body shudder ripples through him, Kojiro's name coming out in a wavering moan as his nails dig into the thick muscle of his back.

"O-Oh, fuck you're huge." Kaoru pants, eyes screwing shut at the fresh burst of pain that Kojiro's girth brings with it.

"Should have let me do it, like you said." Kojiro gently threads his fingers into Kaoru's ponytail, loosening the tie and letting the hair cascade across Kaoru's back. "Take it easy, big shot."

"That's the coward's way out." Kaoru laughs, licking a stripe along the thrumming pulse of Kojiro's jugular before gently grazing his teeth against it. "C'mon then, show me how it's done."

Kojiro takes his time, gently thrusting up into Kaoru and easing his length into him so that he can get accustomed to it. The noises spilling from Kaoru's mouth are like music to his ears — soft pants and quiet moans as each buck up fills him even more, broken syllables of Kojiro's name and whispered expletives at each new sensation. 

"Tell me how it feels, gorgeous."

Kaoru shivers, shifting his hands to press against Kojiro's chest so that he can sit upright and look at him. "Like the most amazing thing ever."

"You're exaggerating."

"Am not." Kaoru shakes his head, sakura pink strands rippling with the movement. "You're filling me up so much, it's exactly how I imagined it."

"You've been thinking about this?" 

"Mmn, 'f course I have, idiot." Kaoru smiles, face burning red as he admits to it. "Jerked myself off thinking about how good you'd feel in me."

"Pervert." Kojiro laughs, sliding his hands along Kaoru's sides and bringing them to rest on his thighs. "Didn't realise I had competition."

"You've beaten him by a thousand miles, don't worry." His lips twist into a smirk, leaning down to rest his forehead against Kojiro's. "But you could still go for bonus points."

Kojiro closes the gap and takes Kaoru's lips in another kiss as he squeezes his legs, pushing the rest of his cock into Kaoru with one fluid movement. He swallows down the high-pitched moan that follows, smiling into the kiss. 

"Good boy."

Kaoru cries out, dick pulsing another steady stream of come against Kojiro's stomach, and Kojiro eases him through it with gentle strokes of his thumbs on Kaoru's skin until his orgasm subsides again.

"I'm gonna move."

"Pl-Please, Ko." Kaoru begs, peppering Kojiro's jaw with open-mouthed kisses. "Fill me up."

"Gonna come a third time for me, blossom?" Kojiro taunts him, bringing one hand up to cup Kaoru's cheek as he begins to fuck up into him. "Don't wear yourself out."

"Can't promise anything." Kaoru shakes his head, biting on his lip. "But 'm okay, don't worry."

Kojiro picks up speed, the cheap plastic toilet seat creaking loudly under the strain, and it doesn't take long for the build-up of pleasure to burst.

"Sh-Shit, Kao—!" 

He pulls Kaoru into another kiss as his climax peaks, filling the latex with thick white heat. His thrusting grows erratic, the slap of skin on skin losing its steady rhythm, and Kojiro eventually comes to a stop. They're both panting heavily, stealing occasional kisses as they come back down to earth.

"Fuck, Kojiro…" Kaoru swallows, throat too dry to speak properly.

"Yeah… Yeah." Kojiro smiles, stroking his thumb across Kaoru's cheek. 

"We really just did that." 

"We did."

Kaoru lets out a giddy peal of laughter, clinging onto Kojiro and squeezing him between his thighs. "I feel… incredible."

"You are." Kojiro kisses him again, slowly pulling himself out of Kaoru's ass.

They both groan at the loss, laughing together as Kojiro tugs the condom off and ties it off; Kaoru glances over his shoulder, tutting at how full it is. 

"What a waste."

"There's always next time."

"Next time." Kaoru confirms, slowly standing up and glancing down at Kojiro. "Oh my fucking god, I made such a mess."

Kojiro follows Kaoru's gaze, whistling at the amount of Kaoru's spend staining the material of his tank top. "It's fine, I'll get another one."

Pulling it over his head, Kojiro uses the other side of the garment to clean them up as best he can. He plants a few kisses to Kaoru's stomach as he does, making his muscles twitch, and he eventually bats Kojiro away. 

"Stop that, I'm too ticklish."

"Sorry."

The grin splitting Kojiro's face says the opposite, and he stands up to help Kaoru tuck himself back into his leggings. Between them, it's painfully obvious they just spent twenty minutes going at it, and Kojiro thinks that they should make a very speedy exit out of the club. 

"Come back to mine." Kaoru suggests, taking Kojiro's hand and linking their fingers once they've washed off and made themselves a little more presentable. "My parents are out for the weekend."

"Sounds perfect."

They dash out of the club in a fit of laughter, hands clasped tightly together as they rush back to Kaoru's house. The midnight air is warm and comfortable, and once the pair leave the main streets of Naha they fall into a leisurely stroll. 

"So." Kojiro starts. 

"So?"

"Was I your first?" 

"Of course you were." Kaoru scoffs, as if there was any doubt. "It's oral only at school."

Kojiro hums, pleased with himself. "I'm glad."

"You've absolutely ruined me for anyone else, anyway, with that monster cock of yours."

Kojiro barks out a laugh, pulling Kaoru closer still and squeezing his hand. "Sorry."

"You will be." Kaoru threatens, but it holds zero weight. "Do you… want me to stop doing it?" 

"Hm?" 

"The whole 'sucking guys off in the toilets' thing."

Kojiro falls quiet as he considers it — having Kaoru to himself would be ideal, but he doesn't want to stop him doing something he enjoys. And perhaps it might be a little hypocritical of him, considering everything they've been through up to this point.

"Do you want to?"

"I asked first."

Kojiro rolls his eyes. "I… guess? But I don't mind if y—" 

"It's a deal." Kaoru leans across to kiss Kojiro's cheek. "I'm all yours."

"Are you sure?" 

"There's loads of us that do it, don't worry." Kaoru shrugs. "You just happened to always get me."

"I must be very lucky, then."

"Must be." He laughs, swinging their arms where they're joined together. "If that's the case, then so am I."

"Oh?"

"Well, yeah. I met you all those years ago, didn't I?" 

The rush of emotion that swells in Kojiro's chest almost makes him choke on a breath. He stops walking, causing Kaoru to nearly trip over.

"What's wrong?" 

"I love you." Kojiro announces, as if Kaoru hasn’t filled every nook and cranny of his heart for the last decade of his life. 

"I know you do." Kaoru laughs, unlinking their hands and stepping in front of Kojiro  to wrap his arms around his waist. "I do too."

Kojiro shakes his head, clearing a fog from his mind. "I just…" 

"Didn't wanna fuck it up?" Kaoru finishes, and Kojiro nods. "Yeah, me neither."

"We're so stupid."

"We just fucked in the dirtiest toilet stall I think I've ever seen. Of course we're stupid."

Kojiro's laugh reverberates through his chest, tugging Kaoru close to kiss him yet again. "Worth it though, right?" 

Kaoru smiles into the kiss, humming quietly. "So worth it."

"Wanna do it again when we get to yours?"

"Of course I fucking do." Kaoru grins, leaning up in tiptoes to whisper into Kojiro's ear. "Maybe you can give it a try too."

Kojiro takes a deep breath, taking in the flush dusting Kaoru's cheeks and the way his eyes seem to glimmer in the light of the street lamps.

"I'd love to." 

He would give this boy the world, and all he'd have to do is ask.

🌸 🍵

Kaoru pulls Kojiro through the door of his parent's house, bumping it shut with his hip and locking it behind them. They've been in this situation countless times before - Kojiro makes a regular appearance at the Sakurayashiki's - but this time feels completely different. There's an electric hum in the air, static that buzzes in their ears, and though the walk home sobered them both up completely they're both still giddy.

"Wanna shower?" Kaoru asks, throwing his keys into a bowl by the door and sitting down to unzip his heavy platform boots. "I feel pretty disgusting."

Kojiro steals a kiss before Kaoru goes down, smiling. "Sounds good to me."

"I can't believe you just walked home shirtless." Kaoru laughs, looking up at Kojiro as he pulls one foot free and wiggles his toes. "Well… no, I can but it's still funny."

"It's your fault I had to throw it in the trash." Kojiro leans down to untie his own shoes. "Troublemaker."

"Well excuse me for having the most amazing orgasms of my life." Kaoru jabs, placing his boots by the wall and stepping out of the genkan. "If only somebody didn't fuck my brains out."

"You asked for it."

"Guilty." Kaoru holds his hand up in surrender. 

Kojiro drops his shoes next to Kaoru's and follows him into the house, hooking two fingers into the fishnet still adorning Kaoru's upper half and stroking along the jut of his hip bones as they ascend the stairs. It's a tiny gesture, but Kaoru's skin feels like molten lava where Kojiro's touching, and his cock gives a pulse of renewed interest.

They duck into Kaoru's room to undress, Kojiro pulling a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants from the drawer Kaoru keeps for him, and is blindsided as he turns around to face Kaoru — he hadn't paid much attention to what Kaoru was wearing under the leggings, far too busy at the time, but the way the thick straps of silk wrap around Kaoru's thighs and tuck under the perfect swell of his ass make Kojiro suck in a deep breath.

"You like 'em?" Kaoru turns to Kojiro with a smirk. "Wore them just for you."

The front isn't much kinder to Kojiro's heart, the straps continuing to curve along the dip of Kaoru's pelvis and between his legs, and his half-hard length is barely contained behind a delicate panel of lace.

"Fucking hell, Kaoru." Kojiro swears under his breath, crossing the room in two strides to pull Kaoru into a deep kiss. 

Kaoru moans into it, feeling Kojiro's cock fill out against his thigh, and dips a hand between them to cup at it. He gives Kojiro a firm squeeze, gently pressing his nail into the slit at the tip, and offers a couple of lazy pumps before letting go.

"Shower, now." Kaoru growls as they break apart, grabbing Kojiro's change of clothes and throwing them on the bed before dragging him through the house to the bathroom, completely nude.

Kaoru quickly sheds his underwear and drops it onto the sink, leaning into the shower to turn it on, and Kojiro can't stop himself from rutting his now fully-erect length into the cleft of Kaoru's buttocks.

"Control yourself, gorilla. It's your turn." Kaoru warns, flicking a few droplets of water at Kojiro. 

He lets Kojiro have a few more thrusts before pulling away and stepping under the warm spray. Kojiro quickly follows him, the stall more than wide enough to accommodate them both, and immediately has his hands on Kaoru's ass to give it a firm squeeze.

"You really like it, huh?" Kaoru teases, pressing a kiss to Kojiro's shoulder as he reaches over to grab the bottle of shower gel.

"I think about it basically all the time, if I'm honest." Kojiro chuckles, giving one cheek a gentle slap before continuing to knead his fingers into the yielding flesh. "It's too perfect."

"It's yours, now."

"I know."

Kaoru lathers the soap between his hands and holds them out towards Kojiro. "May I?" 

"Please."

He gets to work covering Kojiro in the suds, paying extra attention to his chest and giving each pec a squeeze.

"You're really starting to bulk up, huh?" He asks, continuing to wash down Kojiro's front. 

"It's getting there, yeah. I want to use it to skate a little better, a bit more aggressively."

Kaoru nods as he runs his soapy hands down Kojiro's thighs, giving an appreciative hum at the solidity of each one. "It seems to be working out for you so far."

Kojiro gasps when Kaoru wraps slick fingers around his still-aching cock, giving it a few tugs before moving around to massage the soap into Kojiro's ass. They trade places so that Kojiro can rinse the suds off before giving Kaoru the same treatment. His huge hands make light work of lathering Kaoru into a mess of bubbles, and Kaoru pulls him down for a lazy kiss when Kojiro focuses on cleaning his lower half, scrubbing away the evidence of tonight's deeds.

"All done." Kojiro hums against Kaoru's lip, biting the piercing between his teeth and giving it a gentle tug.

Kaoru gives a quiet moan at the movement, fingers digging into Kojiro's waist as he slowly turns them around. They pull apart to let Kaoru wash off the soap, and Kojiro pulls down the bottle of shampoo to start massaging it into Kaoru's hair. 

"Oh, that feels nice …" Kaoru sighs, closing his eyes and smiling as Kojiro works against his scalp. "I could get used to this."

"Maybe you should." Kojiro hums, gently tipping Kaoru's head back to wash the shampoo out.

"That sounds like you're volunteering." Kaoru smirks, idly circling his thumbs over Kojiro's shoulders. 

Kojiro chuckles, gently carding his fingers through Kaoru's wet tresses to make sure he's rinsed them clean. Once he's done, Kaoru gestures for Kojiro to lean down so that he can return the favour. 

"This is very difficult to do when you're sucking my nipples, Kojiro." Kaoru chastises, gently elbowing Kojiro's bicep once he's finished smothering his hair with shampoo.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist." 

"Horndog."

"Just a little impatient." He admits, throwing a grin Kaoru's way when he stands upright again.

"I'm not touching you until we're both totally clean again."

"Princess."

"It's called being sanitary." Kaoru huffs, yanking Kojiro under the shower so they can wash out the shampoo.

Once washed, they both stare at each other — there's a tension hanging between them, an unspoken question, and Kaoru is the one to break it.

"You don't have to if you don't want to, I'm fine always being on the bo—"

"I want to, Kaoru." Kojiro's eyes darken as he chews on his lip, a dangerous swirl of arousal coursing through him. "I want you."

"Then turn around for me, big guy, and spread your legs a little." Kaoru grins, returning Kojiro's look from under half-lidded eyes. "Let me eat you out first."

"Jesus fucking christ , Kaoru." Kojiro breathes out, immediately doing as he's told and bracing his arms against the back wall of the shower. 

The spray of water, still hot, cascades down Kaoru's back as he kneels down, kneading his fingers into the tight muscle of Kojiro's ass before spreading it apart to expose Kojiro to him. Kaoru licks his lips, leaning forwards to pepper the back of Kojiro's legs with kisses that trail upwards, across the swell of each cheek, before Kaoru settles himself right at Kojiro's core.

"Relax for me, 'jiro."

He hears Kojiro let out a deep exhale, and Kaoru presses close to gently swipe the tip of his tongue across Kojiro's tight rim. Kojiro curses above him, encouraging him to curl his tongue and push it past the ring of muscle, his hands stroking soothing motions along Kojiro's legs as he breaches his entrance.

"Oh, Kaoru …" Kojiro huffs out, shuffling his legs a little wider to give Kaoru more access. "Holy shit."

A low chuckle rumbles through Kaoru, one hand snaking between Kojiro's thighs to palm his cock as he thrusts his tongue deeper. Kojiro's length twitches under his hand, reacting to each press forward of Kaoru's slick muscle, and Kaoru wraps his fingers around it to slowly shift his wrist in time to his movements.

"I'm not go-gonna last long like this…" Kojiro warns, legs starting to quiver as his climax steadily reaches a peak.

Kaoru doesn't let up, tightening his grip on Kojiro's cock and fucking it into his fist. His tongue carves a path into Kojiro's tight walls, slowly but surely opening the other man up for him, and Kaoru's nostrils are filled with the heady musk of Kojiro's arousal — his own length is leaking thick pearls of precome, dripping between his knees to be washed down the drain, and he doesn't think he's been this turned on in his life.

Kojiro comes suddenly with a loud groan, walls clenching around Kaoru's tongue as his cock pulses thick stripes of his release against the tiles. He pants each breath, whimpering as Kaoru milks the orgasm out of him with more lazy strokes of his fist, and Kojiro has to reach down and gently ease Kaoru's fingers away as he verges on the edge of overstimulation. 

"How was that?" Kaoru asks once he's pulled back, planting more kisses across Kojiro's ass and leaving tiny little nips of teeth in his wake before standing up and wrapping his arms around Kojiro.

"Insane." Kojiro laughs, locking his legs straight so that he doesn't collapse on top of Kaoru. "You're fucking insane."

"You flatter me." Kaoru flashes a wicked grin at Kojiro when he glances back at him, dropping another kiss to the back of Kojiro's shoulder. "Think you're ready for me?" 

He nods, rocking his hips back to slip Kaoru's length between his thighs and squeeze it between them. "Do your worst."

Kaoru tongues his lip ring, biting down on the pulp of his lower lip as he bucks into the tight heat Kojiro has made for him. "No condoms in here, though."

"I don't care." Kojiro's cheeks are burning bright red, his irises swallowed by blown-out pupils. "Fuck me, Kaoru."

"God, Kojiro…" Kaoru moans his name on a shaky breath, hands shifting to grip the other man's hips tightly. "You're going to kill me."

He thrusts a few more times against Kojiro's thighs, eventually pulling back and reaching out for the bottle of lube he hides between a comical amount of bottles of various hair care products. 

"Of course you keep some in here." Kojiro chuckles, shaking his head. "Always a surprise with you."

"What? It's not my fault I've fingered myself in here more times than I can count thinking of your stupid dick." Kaoru pouts, squeezing a generous amount of the clear gel onto his fingers and using it to slick up his length.

"Of course."

The water is all but neglected at this point, barely keeping warm, but neither of them care enough to turn it off. Kaoru takes a deep breath as he aligns the head of his cock with Kojiro's rim, slowly pressing forward until the tip begins to push through.

"Tell me when to stop, and I will."

"Okay."

Kissing the back of Kojiro's neck, Kaoru slowly eases himself into him. A shudder ripples through them both, a long and drawn out moan echoing on the ceramic surrounding them, and Kojiro swears again. 

"You're still a little tight, we'll take it slow." Kaoru whispers against Kojiro's skin, hands reaching up to find Kojiro's and linking their fingers together. 

Kojiro hums in affirmation, trying to relax as Kaoru continues to slowly push forward. He concentrates on his breathing, the sting of Kaoru's cock stretching him slowly easing into a dull throb that is quickly overtaken by an explosion of pleasure when Kaoru seats himself fully, the tip of his cock pressing solidly against Kojiro's prostate. He lets out a guttural whine, squeezing Kaoru's fingers, and his cock rapidly swells back to full hardness as Kaoru slowly drags his own back out.

"You're doing amazing, big guy."

Kaoru's reassurance washes over Kojiro, sending goosebumps erupting across his skin, and he pushes his ass back to meet Kaoru halfway when he slides back into him.

"F-Feels really good." Kojiro whimpers, unable to keep himself still when Kaoru starts a slow rhythm of thrusts.

They rock together like that until Kojiro starts to feel more confident, easily taking Kaoru's length, and Kaoru moves his hands back to Kojiro's waist to hold on to him.

"Gonna pick up the pace, 'jiro." He mutters, and when Kojiro gives a nod he leans forward to flatten his chest against Kojiro's back. "You take me so well."

Kaoru snaps his hips forward on the next thrust, shifting into high gear as he chases his release, the slap of wet skin meeting ringing out in the cramped space. His fingers dig into Kojiro's muscle, jet black nails a stark contrast to the soft tan, and Kaoru grunts when Kojiro tightens up around his cock.

"You close, babe?" Kojiro's question comes out in a rush of breath, turning his head to press his cheek against the wall so he can glance at Kaoru from the corner of his eye.

"Y-Yeah, really close."

"Together?" 

"Yeah."

Kaoru feels like he's on fire, like everything is burning up, and his release coils tight but he wants to hold out for Kojiro. He can feel him moving, arm frantically shifting as he jerks himself off, and Kaoru redoubles his efforts to match the brutal pace Kojiro is setting for himself.

"K-Koji—!"

"Kaoru..!" 

They both moan loudly as their climaxes hit in quick succession, Kaoru filling Kojiro with hot white that tips him over the edge soon after, and Kojiro's spend swirls down the drain as they stay pressed together, chests heaving with lungfuls of air. 

Kojiro eventually catches enough breath to speak, a dopey smile splitting his lips. "Wow."

"Right?" Kaoru laughs, soothing his thumbs over the deep indents he'd left on Kojiro's waist. "Isn't it amazing?" 

"I've been missing out."

"Don't worry, we both have some catching up to do."

Kaoru pulls his hips back, letting his cock slip free from Kojiro, and squats down to clean up his spend as it begins to leak out of Kojiro's gaping hole and down his balls.

"O-Oh, okay." Kojiro jumps a little, caught off guard.

Kaoru stands up again a moment later, shifting Kojiro around so that he can pull him down into a rough kiss. Their tongues trade Kaoru's seed between them, Kojiro's hands grabbing around Kaoru's midriff and pulling him tight against him as the kiss deepens, and Kojiro swallows the tangy fluid down with another rolling shudder of pleasure.

"It tastes weird."

Kaoru pauses for a moment, staring at Kojiro's confused expression, before bursting out laughing and swatting at his bicep. "Don't worry, you get used to it."

"I hope so." Kojiro scrunches his nose, dipping back in for another kiss. "Guess we'll have to get cleaned up again."

"The water's gone cold, so be quick."

"I assume I'm staying the night."

"Duh." Kaoru rolls his eyes, smiling. "But no more sex until tomorrow. I don't think my cock can handle any more."

"Agreed." Kojiro chuckles, shoving Kaoru back under the water.

He ignores the pointed yelp that Kaoru lets out, quickly cleaning them both down once more and towelling Kaoru dry once they're out of the shower. They're both a little wrinkly from being in there so long, but it doesn't matter.

"So you're my boyfriend now." Kojiro states, draping the towel around his shoulders. "Right?" 

"Fairly sure that's how this works." Kaoru smirks, stepping out of the bathroom and sauntering back to his bedroom. "I guess that's what you meant by options, right?" 

Kojiro tilts his head, confused, and follows Kaoru down the hall. "Huh?" 

"A few nights ago, when I stayed at yours."

The memory floods back and slaps Kojiro upside the head, reminding him of his own idiocy. "Oh. Yeah."

Kaoru reaches out for Kojiro when they're standing in front of his door, linking their fingers once again and pulling him into the room. When he speaks, it's uncharacteristically quiet.

"If you're going to apologise, don't. What matters is that we're here now, and so long as you don't regret anything that means everything is okay."

"How could I possibly regret any of this?" Kojiro laughs, closing the space between them and tipping Kaoru's chin up with a finger. "You're the most amazing thing that ever happened to me."

"You told me the same thing when we were ten." Kaoru flushes, glancing to the side. "You kissed my cheek and said you'd never let me go."

"I remember."

"And you haven't, even after all this time." He looks back at Kojiro, eyes starting to water. "I wish I had this courage earlier."

"I'm sorry I didn't act sooner." Kojiro reaches up to cup Kaoru's face, thumb gently rubbing along his cheek. "We could have been together all along."

"We're both idiots." Kaoru laughs, tears starting to slip down his cheeks. "But fuck, I love you so much."

"I love you too."

They both lean in to catch each other in a chaste kiss, Kaoru's needy whimper vibrating along Kojiro's lips before they pull back.

"I'm sorry we had to go the long way round."

"I'm sorry I made you take my virginity in a shitty goth club."

Kojiro laughs, bundling Kaoru into a tight hug and burying his face into bright pink locks. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Dork."

"Asshole."

Wrapped in each other's arms, they shuffle over to Kaoru's bed and collapse onto it, clothes all but forgotten, and tangle themselves in the covers as they get comfortable; Kaoru tucks himself against Kojiro's chest, legs entwined in his, and Kojiro throws an arm around Kaoru's waist to pull him close. 

"Goodnight, 'jiro."

Kojiro hums against Kaoru's scalp, a soft breath ruffling the loose strands of hair. "Goodnight, love." 

The endearment wraps itself around Kaoru's heart, pulling a content sigh from his lungs, and he closes his eyes with a soft smile tugging at his lips.

For the first time in a long while, sleep comes easily for Kaoru.