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Kaoru is starting to think that good luck has left his side. Because Koga has been hogging what’s left of it all evening.
Misfortune began when Kaoru’s only agenda for the day, a TV commercial shoot that he’d spent a lot of time preparing for, had been postponed last-minute—when he’d already arrived. The levelheaded Producer tried to work around it, bargaining schedules with the crew and talking things over with the directors. The best she could do was move the shoot to Kaoru’s earliest available date, which was more than enough for him.
He’d rather not waste his effort dressing up and traveling all the way. Realizing that the Producer was equally inconvenienced by unforeseen circumstances, Kaoru offered to treat her a meal at a nearby café. But she was swamped with work, as always; and after taking a phone call, said she had to be at ALKALOID’s promotional photoshoot in a neighboring district’s studio.
So Kaoru headed to the café alone, determined to have a fill of pancakes with cream. Alas, he was a minute too late—they only served pancakes until 4:00 PM. He settled for a slice of decent but not as satisfying blueberry cheesecake instead.
He still had time to spend, thus he set off for the pet shop at the mall. A dog collar that matched Koga’s leather choker caught his eye the other week. Kaoru thought it was perfect for Leon, and gushed at the idea of his and Koga’s matching father-son moment. However, I’m sorry, sir, the black one’s all sold out, the saleslady said apologetically.
Nothing had gone right. Upon coming home, Kaoru treated himself to a long hot shower, to at least make up for his unlucky run. He remembered he’ll be alone for the night since Nagisa and Yuta were away on a CosPro trip to Ibara-knows-where.
Naturally, having the room to himself, he phoned Koga for a sleepover. The scales of fortune seemed to be tipping to his favor.
Or maybe not—Kaoru’s losing streak is his own fault anyway, asking Koga to play UNO because he saw the deck on Yuta’s nightstand. His boyfriend is extremely skilled at card games. Everybody knows that. But was it foolish of Kaoru to expect winning at least one round of UNO? Freaking UNO, the color and number card game for ages 7-and-up.
It’s literally child’s play compared to Idobato, Koga’s favorite game. That one has summons, monsters, magic, and other complicated crap; and Koga had a reputation in middle school for defeating even those with the rarest cards.
As fate would have it, Kaoru is down 0-6. The probability isn’t making sense in his head; surely, his odds at winning this round wasn’t totally zero…?
“Gyahaha!” Koga laughs as he plays a Wild Draw Four card.
“Aw, come on!” Kaoru groans, adding four more pieces to the thick pile he was already struggling to hold.
Kaoru’s just relieved there are no stakes. Otherwise, he would’ve burned through half of his weekly budget by now. Though him and Koga aren’t the type to gamble with money, Kaoru does understand the appeal of winning double, or even triple the wager. He gets that, as well as the prospect of being blessed by Lady Luck, which he sure wishes he felt right now.
“Hey, don’t take whole deck again,” Koga jests, throwing down a Yellow 3 Card. “I swear, if you’re losin’ on purpose…”
“Why would I do that!? This is pure bad luck.”
From the vast selection he has, there were no Yellows, 3’s, or action cards, which means he needs to dig at the remaining deck again.
“You like to see me winnin’, ‘cause you love me that much.”
After a while, by god’s mercy, he lands on a Red 3, which he sluggishly adds onto the discard pile. But another Wild Draw Four from Koga appeared. Koga smiles, while Kaoru heaves a sigh of defeat.
“U-NO I love you,” Kaoru reaches down to pinch Koga’s cheek, “but I wouldn’t insult you like that. Really, you’re just that good at cards.”
“Hehe,” Koga places down his hand. “Fine, fine. We can stop here if you want.”
The fat pile that were Kaoru’s cards is finally put down on the coffee table. Koga swiftly gathers all the cards toward him, fixing and shuffling the deck in no time. Kaoru watches how easily the cards obeyed the motions of such dexterous hands before they were stored in their box. After setting the UNO deck aside, Koga plops on the couch beside Kaoru.
“Have you ever lost a card game, Koga-kun?”
“What kinda question is that? How’d ya think I learn new strategies ‘n’ readin’ opponents?” He lays his head on Kaoru’s lap, feels the cottony-soft pajamas with a nuzzle, then looks up with glee.
“Haha, it’s just that you’re crazy good.” Kaoru runs his fingers through shaggy grey hair. “You were ‘Kou-chan’ in middle school, yeah? I bet you scared the living hell out of the poor kids you beat.”
“That’s not true! W-Well, maybe some of ‘em. I chewed out those brats who thought cheatin’ was okay. I ain’t the kind to pick on the weak.”
“I know, I know,” he pokes Koga’s cheek, “Kou-chan.”
“‘The Wolf Tamer That Howls On A Full Moon’!”
“So competitive,” he bends over to plant a kiss on Koga’s forehead. “You know, we should play billiards sometime. I’ll teach you some tri—”
“Oi!” Koga blurts.
“What…?” He pauses ruffling Koga’s hair.
“Where’s the rest!?”
Kaoru tilts his head, “Of what?”
“The rest of my kisses,” Koga sits up and faces him to return a smack on the lips, “ya dumbass.”
“Ahaha, come here then,” Kaoru smiles, patting his thighs where he had just left.
Koga lifts a leg to straddle Kaoru’s thighs and shifts forward enough for his knees to hit the backrest. Lacing arms around Kaoru’s neck, he leans in to bump their noses together.
“Why is my Kou-chan suddenly asking for kisses?” he pulls Koga’s body flush to his, closing the gap between them.
“Gotta have my prize for winnin’.”
“You’re so cute,” Kaoru tilts his head and dives onto Koga’s lips.
Their eyes flutter shut at the same time, as if rehearsed, intensifying the rest of their senses. Koga basks in the aroma of Kaoru’s cocoa butter lotion. The fabric of his shirt stretches from Kaoru’s hand snaking inside it, making goosebumps appear everywhere he touches. Their breaths alternate and gradually turn into loud, shallow pants.
Koga is always the first to bite, but Kaoru is always the first to use a tongue. Admittedly, Kaoru’s the better kisser, with more years of experience. He had no trouble teaching those practical skills, though, because Koga’s a damn good kinesthetic and visual learner. Now’s a very good time for reviewing their lessons.
They fall deeper into the kiss, now nipping and sucking, speeding up and getting wetter and sloppier, making Koga desperately buck his hips onto Kaoru. The heat and friction do their jobs, sending heat pooling in their guts and blood rushing straight to their dicks. It took a few more motions before getting tighter down there, their bulges begging to be freed.
Kaoru peels away from the kiss and exhales, “If you want it, then you better fetch me some rubber.”
Koga reaches the side table’s drawer to clumsily fish around for a condom. He could only find a small bottle, which he drops at Kaoru’s hand.
“Hmph, you’re all out,” Koga grumbles before clawing off his shirt.
He pulls down his boxers and loops it off his legs, mounting Kaoru with bare thighs. Koga’s always like this, always excited to get naked. It’s Kaoru’s favorite thing—seeing his boyfriend so willing to strip naked for and because of him.
Koga’s erection glides up and down against the yellow pajama shirt, which he firmly tugs to unbutton. Then he drags the matching pants’ and underwear’s garters to the edge of the seat, just before they could fall to Kaoru’s ankles. Koga has a thing for being buck-naked while leaving Kaoru’s clothes on.
“Kou-chan, why are you in a ru-ush?” Kaoru lightly whimpers from their cocks chafing.
“I wanna make your day better,” Koga whispers before lapping at a burning red ear. “Best we get fuckin’, ‘fore you start sulkin’.”
Kaoru didn’t complain about his bad day per se, he just told Koga that work was suddenly called off, he didn’t get to have pancakes, and the collar he wanted for Leon was out of stock. Seeing how attentive his boyfriend was to his needs (and wants), he smiles as a tongue laps at his neck.
Their erections keep grinding together that Koga’s movements resembled a champion bull rider’s, his hand stroking them like holding onto a saddle.
“S-Sit still for a sec,” Kaoru squeezes out cold lube on them and his fingers.
He prods at Koga’s hole, inserting a cold and slender finger, taking his time to feel around the warmth. Adding two more fingers, to which Koga bites his lip, he stretches him open. Then Kaoru grabs onto round and firm ass cheeks that descended onto his length, his swollen tip oozing with pre-cum leisurely tracing the aching entrance.
“Gah, you tease!”
Koga sits down so suddenly, his hole swallowing up Kaoru’s dick entirely. His walls mold so easily around Kaoru. Right now, impatience is a necessary virtue if any of them wanted sweet, sweet release.
“AH—!” Kaoru’s scream gets muffled as their mouths met again.
Kaoru is badly pent-up, throbbing way up in Koga’s ass; he can feel every ridge that lined Koga’s insides, but they weren’t even rocking yet. They were connected, less like puzzle pieces, and more like a lock and key—no spares, not needing other pieces but themselves to be complete.
“Hakaze-senpai,” he moans into him, “I’ll make you feel good.”
Kaoru could only nod, eyelids drooping and head starting to spin from how fucking hard Koga’s clenching on him raw, or from how fucking hot he moaned his name. If Kaoru didn’t want this moment to last any longer, he already would’ve spilled inside Koga. But he wanted it to, so he gulps down a lump to brace himself.
“Baby, you’re so tight…” Kaoru’s well-manicured nails dig deeper on the ass he tries to get moving, but it won’t budge.
He needs movement, a bounce, a bob. Anything. Because being still like this is physical and mental torture. Kaoru needs the champion bull rider back.
“You don’t have to do anythin’, Senpai.” Koga purrs, guiding Kaoru’s hands to grip his neck, “Just relax.”
That used to be Kaoru’s line, way back when they started dating, when he was teaching Koga the fundamentals of lovemaking. Feeling how much his Puppy has grown really strokes his ego; a good student only could have learned from a good teacher.
Koga wiggles his hips before springing to life like a jackhammer on the loose. His frantic bouncing makes his cock rub vigorously against Kaoru’s abs, spreading lube on his skin. Its acidic scent mixes with the sweet cocoa butter.
Koga lets out quivering moans, “Sen-pa-a-ai,” every syllable synced to every rut, “you-like-it? In-side-me?”
He doesn’t know how Koga could keep talking (although still shaking) when his speed has only been maniacally increasing.
“Fuck, Baby…” Kaoru strains to say anything else.
He lolls his head on the backrest, his blond tresses falling with it, unable to keep his palms stable on Koga’s neck. His hands drop limp to rest on Koga’s waist, getting carried along by his rapid rise and fall.
“Look at me fucking you, Senpai,” he grabs Kaoru’s cheeks to set his face upright, “your fangirls’ wet dream.”
“D-Don’t care,” Kaoru manages between labored breaths, “about them.”
How can he? All he can focus on are the lewd sounds of their skin plap-plap-plapping, the hard cock grinding on his stomach, and the sight of a slender yet strong body before him. Oh, and the toe-curling, knuckle-biting sensation of being milked dry—Koga lifting himself until only Kaoru's tip remained, before being slammed back inside whole.
Usually, Kaoru could last way longer than this—even getting to at least two more positions. But it’s impossible to, with the way Koga pumps him at such a wild pace while saying such dirty things straight from his fantasies.
“Senpai, you’re so hot like this,” Koga sweeps the blond bangs that hung over brown eyes. “Need your cum in me.”
“Shit,” Kaoru’s fingers tighten around the slim waist.
He lets out a guttural groan as he shuts his eyes, unloading spurt after spurt of hot white liquid into Koga. It doesn’t stop Koga though, who keeps fucking him—although slower now—while he pulses. His cum trickles down his own inner thighs and globs of it nearly splatter on his pajamas.
Kaoru exhales, “God…”
Then Koga abruptly stops, with Kaoru still buried to the hilt. He grits his wolf teeth and fangs so hard it would’ve sliced his tongue clean off if he missed. He trembles, muttering a Fuck! under his breath, shooting semen in staggered squirts at the expanse of Kaoru’s abs. Their chests heave in unison.
“So much cum…” Koga stands with knees to let the remaining fluid leak from his hole.
“Uhm, uh, sorry,” Kaoru quickly yanks a dozen sheets of tissue from the end table and wipes the mess they made.
Even he is taken aback by how much he has bottled up. He didn’t quite notice—truly feel, rather—all his frustration at today’s mishaps. It was probably Koga’s laser-sharp instincts and intuition that prompted him to get all kissy and eager in the first place.
“Hope that makes up for your losing streak,” Koga says as he fixes up Kaoru’s shirt and pants.
“Then I’ll gladly keep losing, if this is the consequence.” Kaoru grins, looking at him fondly.
“You sly, sly fox.”
“But seriously,” Kaoru touches all over Koga’s thighs, “are your knees made of steel?”
Koga flexes a bicep, “I work out for this, y’know,” then slumps against him with a sigh, “I love you so much.”
“I love you sooo, so much, Baby,” Kaoru wraps his arms around his boyfriend’s bare back.
And he means it. Back then, it took so much for Kaoru to even acknowledge that he’s in love. But after Koga, it became the most natural thing to admit out loud. He tells him daily, at any chance he gets. It was a breeze loving him—there’s no pretending, no second-guessing, no mind games. Because Koga is sincere, confident, and honest; and makes Kaoru the happiest he’s ever been.
He truly loves Koga, that he’d forget everything else (well, he already has) in exchange for intimate moments like this.
“Okay, I really need to shower—”
“In a few,” he holds Koga even tighter, not ready to miss him and his warmth just yet.
Kaoru may have lost six rounds, but he feels like he won the seventh. He was wrong, too—good luck hasn’t left his side.
Because Good Luck is naked in his arms, snugly perched on his lap.