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There are three certainties in life: death, life, and Majima.
And Majima makes sure that Kiryu doesn’t forget the latter.
Since Kiryu was released into this new and unfamiliar version of Kamurocho, Majima was dedicated to carving his Kiryu-chan’s softened prison body into a familiar weapon he used ten years ago. Amongst this ten-billion-yen scandal, Kiryu would need it to survive if he was going to get to the bottom of it.
Regardless of what Kiryu-chan might think or protest, it is really for his own good. Besides, Majima has never easily given up on his goals, and he really wants to have a fight against that man at his full strength.
So, every few hours, or at the longest, a day if he’s got a big act in store, Majima will find Kiryu regardless of what he was originally up to at the time and will drag him into a fight through theatrical means or by the means of ambushing him.
Tall cones, hostess dresses, inappropriate pat-downs, idol clothes, kidnapping via taxi, and a fabricated zombie apocalypses, amongst other things. Kiryu had fully believed the last one for some reason, but Majima supposes a real man ought to be a little stupid. Whatever, the point is that if you’re going to do something, do it right.
Shenanigans aside, it’s been a calm day.
Truthfully, it’s because Majima is a little frustrated. As said before, a real man ought to be a little bit stupid, but his Kiryu-chan takes the cake sometimes. Majima has dressed up in drag, done pat-downs that carry on for longer than in any context would be necessary, flirted to the high heavens with him, and even pole danced for him.
And after every damn brawl, Kiryu will nod and smile at his niisan before carrying on with his day, every single euphemism drifting over his thick skull.
It’s not even a question about whether Kiryu is just simply not gay or at least curious. First of all, Majima saw him go on a date with that big boned man who managed to eat an entire cow, and Kiryu was caught by Majima in the process of renting out gay porn. He may deny it and say that it is a historical fighting flick or whatever, but Majima saw that cover and that stupid name.
Therefore, today isn’t about fighting for once. Majima will relinquish his love for the art of violence for the time being because this has become too ridiculous now. If Kiryu-chan won’t catch his one-off comments or his flirts, Majima will just have to get up close, direct, and solve this once and for all.
So, Majima spends the majority of the day just watching him. This sounds like typical Majima behavior, but Majima does actually have to do work sometimes, deal with Shimano’s bullshit, make sure no one’s messing with his turf, as well as plan for future ways to bait Kiryu into a fight. Usually, when he’s busy, he just kicks Nishida out of the family office and out into the unmerciful streets to go watch Kiryu for him.
Turns out there isn’t much new information on the dumpster fire that is the Tojo Clan or the shit surrounding it. Turns out, it’s been a pretty peaceful day in Kiryu’s chaotic life despite how much shit luck he has with it lately.
Majima can tell because most of the day has been spent playing with toy cars, eating an entire menu of Smile Burger, helping grandmas cross the street, cats out of trees, and other Kiryu adjacent activities are crossed off the to-do list. The only difference between today and yesterday's activities is that they are being completed without a half pint following behind him. And well, the fact that Majima has his eye on him more closely than he usually does.
Honestly, it’s like watching a nature documentary about his boy, and the wild Kiryu-chan is noticeably looking more behind him and around every corner. Nice to know that the lack of presence of his natural predator is noticed. Color Majima blushed.
Only down a certain alleyway late in the evening does Majima finally make himself known. In less than a second, he can feel the adrenaline spike in his veins the moment Kiryu gets nearby. He knows the younger man feels the same because Majima can hear him instantly still. No more footsteps can be heard.
Within seconds, Majima launches himself out from behind a garbage can, tanto clutched in his gloved hand. Kiryu is already moving out of the way by the time he does. Any second later, and he would’ve gotten a slash on the side. It’s nice to imagine.
“Been waitin’ for ya, Kiryu-chan!” Majima shrills in typical delight. Kiryu frowns at him, looking like he’s trying to solve a puzzle in his head. He’s most likely wondering if there's a catch after being left in peace for so long. With the lack of a potential zombie Majima family coming out of nowhere, though, his expression relaxes marginally. Majima feels proud.
“Majima-no-niisan,” Kiryu greets him with a small acknowledging bow before raising his fists, getting into his typical stance—albeit it’s getting a bit more solid from all the training. Polite and formal as usual. There are just some things you can’t beat out of people.
As much as Majima is a little giddy about getting the fight without even having to chase Kiryu down the street for it, he wants to make this bit short.
Taking the invitation as it is, with a screech, Majima is on the offense in a matter of seconds. He starts it off as a usual fight; he fights marginally more vigorously than in their previous brawl, lets Kiryu get used to the change, going through the motions. This is just a normal meeting between the two of them, that’s all.
That is, until Majima puts more force behind his kicks and punches. He moves, dodges, and swirls around Kiryu’s hooks. He nearly goes all out, but he knows the drastic change is enough to catch Kiryu off guard, so he gives a small amount of mercy and just leaves it at that.
And boy, Kiryu is caught off guard. He looks confused at Majima as he tries to block and evade him, trying to keep a consistent distance between them lest he gets gutted up close. He then looks like he’s trying to time when to put a stop to the charade, but Majima keeps up the unpredictable movements, and he just ends up getting dizzy and lost. He misses an uppercut, and Majima cackles at him. Kiryu gives him a nasty look for it.
Now reasonably getting frustrated, Kiryu backs up and to the side near a wall and picks up a bicycle that had been innocently leaning nearby. If he can’t target Majima directly, he’ll just target his general area is probably the thought process here. Honestly, it flies past Majima’s shoulder, almost braining him with one of the wheels if he’d moved a little bit more to the right.
Kiryu gets more sluggish and tired with each fail. He gets a few punches to the face from a block that’s formed too slowly. He gets a kick to the abdomen and backs up with a held back groan. Majima slashes a tanto at one point, and he barely dodges getting a red line on the cheek. Majima starts to slow down, too, with these developments. No need to waste extra energy if it can be helped. Kiryu notices this and looks even more puzzled. Majima only grins at him.
A discouraged Kiryu-chan backs away with a tight frown. He uses the distance and small time he has to take a taurner+ out of his coat pocket. A last show of stubbornness.
Majima’s eye snaps to that bottle, and before Kiryu can raise it to his mouth, a sharp tanto comes down on the back of his hand. With a surprised yelp, the taurner+ goes all over the concrete and wastes alongside a few drops of blood. The bottle rolls to the side, and Majima makes a mental note to have it trashed later. Civic duty and all that shit.
Now fully scowling, Kiryu attempts a right hook to Majima’s sharp cheekbone, more out of irritation than anything really. Majima just leans to the side and then tackles Kiryu afterward, putting him out of his misery. Ends up straddling his midsection when he lands and has to count to three in his head when he can feel the man below panting.
Now lying on top of a puddle of wasted energy drink, Kiryu’s day has taken a considerable turn for the worse. He stubbornly looks up and meets Majima’s eye just as the older man raises his fist with a devilish grin. Majima debates whether to use it as a warning or just punch him outright.
Before his pride can be any more damaged, Kiryu taps out before Majima can come to a decision.
“D’awww, so soon?” Majima croons over him, and the man below him huffs. He gets up anyway, watching him intently as he does so. Kiryu sits up, taking gulps of air and shaking his head as Majima sheaths his tanto and tucks it away.
“There was no need to waste a full bottle of taurner…” Kiryu quietly grumbles as he fixes up his rattled hair. Majima just chuckles as he watches a few bruises begin to bloom across Kiryu’s face. Little marks of ownership in Majima’s head. It might be one of his favorite parts of fighting with him.
Kiryu doesn’t think of it that way, though. That’s the worst part.
There are some things you can’t beat out of people, but there are some things you can train into them.
Kiryu brushes himself off, wincing at the sensation when his hands brush past the dampened parts of his jacket and pants. He makes a small, cute, considering mumble all the while, and the little voice in Majima’s mind almost convinces him to just tackle Kiryu again and choke him. Hold him still; crush his throat, listen to the sound it makes. Cuteness aggression is a bitch, but Majima stays still, only watching like usual. Counts in his head like usual. Kiryu glances over at him and slightly falters when he meets Majima’s gaze.
Poor boy must be a little confused. Losing usually means disapproval from his niisan. First few fights after being out of prison, and Kiryu was meeting the constant scrutiny of a pissed-off Majima who’d originally planned to go toe-to-toe with the legendary dragon he’d been waiting for. For once, Kiryu has lost, and Majima looks ecstatic.
Kiryu watches him back, eyes moving around but ultimately back to his face, probably trying to understand and obviously failing because his brows just keep getting more knitted. Whatever. Majima won’t tease him for it this time. Instead, his eye scans him up and down, at one point lingering on Kiryu’s bleeding cuts before moving along. He shrugs after he checks him out with an amused huff. “Yer looking more like a beefcake lately. Guess the training’s been helping in other places, eh?”
Kiryu isn't expecting that. Then again, he never really expects anything Majima is up to, despite how straightforward Majima actually is. His voice is monotone, like usual, but Majima can sense hesitancy. “Is that a good thing?”
“Sure as shit is! No doubt the ladies have been swarming ya lately. About time ya got some action after so long,” Majima chirps with what is supposed to be a wink, mostly just an exaggerated blink. Kiryu frowns a little and shifts in place because the truth is that he hasn’t. Nishida would’ve let him know, and Majima would have used it to get a fight out of teasing him.
Majima inspects him harder now, making a show by scratching his chin as if he’s really pondering something. After a moment of faux contemplation and Kiryu noticeably internally twitching under the scrutiny, he hums. “Your tits got bigger.”
Kiryu's brows knit in confusion and an ounce of offense. He raises his hands halfway up his torso to potentially cover his chest, until he must realize how that would look. “I don’t have those, niisan. They’re pecs,” he corrects with the same monotone tone.
Majima comes closer, leaning forward until he’s at eye level with Kiryu’s plump chest with a considering frown. Kiryu leans back by an inch before settling with a patient huff. His Kiryu-chan is used to being messed around with. Whenever they have a disagreement, regardless of what it may be, Majima never fails to keep pushing at any weakness or opposition until something inevitably snaps, and punches are thrown. Though now is a little different. The only difference is that Majima has different goals in mind.
Majima finally leans back, the frown dissipating into a satisfied smirk. “Nah, they’re tits.” The note of the last word is raised. Kiryu doesn’t do anything. Doesn’t back away and instead just makes this exasperated expression at him. So, Majima finally bites the bullet and reaches his gloved hand out. Before Kiryu can grab his wrist, his left pec is grabbed and squeezed.
It isn’t like an actual woman’s breast, despite Majima’s nagging, but they fit very well in his palm. In reality, the past few days of constant fighting and running have taken a toll on Kiryu-chan's body, on the way of bulking him up fully into the shape he used to be. However, remnants of his prison body still remain at the moment, and the pec gives for the most part under Majima’s touch.
Majima doesn’t touch Kiryu outside of fights. Keeps Kiryu-chan's personal bubble intact until necessary. Feeling him now, feeling his body heat through his glove, feeling as he barely flinches against his palm, being able to take as long as he wants with it. Majima actually almost drools because it feels like he’s finally actually making some fucking progress.
The most shocking part of all of this is that he hasn’t been flung into the nearest wall with the unlocked power of a thousand suns. Instead, and a significantly better outcome, Kiryu makes a sound that might as well be labeled as a squeak.
Majima is high off it before he can even recognize it.
“See? Like a lady’s bosom!” Majima snickers as he mildly strokes his thumb across the fabric. Can’t let loose too early. It’d probably just send the poor boy running back to Serena. So, he just looks at him, tries to meet his eyes. Kiryu’s cheeks get dusted with red, and he lowers his gaze to the hand, unable to look at him.
“Ver- very funny, niisan,” Kiryu hisses weakly. He doesn’t back away. He doesn’t fucking back away. He just lets him feel him up.
Majima knows Kiryu hasn’t been given any love since he’s gotten back, but perhaps he wasn’t given any attention in prison, either.
Kiryu doesn’t seem like the man to pick fights in that place either. He had family on the outside, and a marshmallow like him wouldn’t want to be cooped up in there any longer without them, regardless of at least one random guy coming up to him to challenge the “Patriarch Killer.” If anything, Kiryu most likely kept to himself as he bore the sentence. Goody two-shoes for ten years straight.
Majima’s mind flickers to Saejima. Wonders if he is the same. He waves the thought just as fast.
The point is, it must be nice to get a touch that isn’t meant to hurt for once after a long and lonely decade. No wonder the bitch is starting to lean into him without even realizing it.
Well, no reason to refuse, right? This makes this a lot easier, actually. Majima is the cat that got the cream and starts massaging him there, squeezing, pushing, pulling, running his thumb over the nipple through the soft shirt. Kiryu shudders against him and fights not to open his mouth. He only allows himself to breathe heavily through his nose.
“Eh? Didn’t think ya would be the kind of person to enjoy this, but I’m not complaining,” Majima clicks his tongue, sounding indifferent when in reality all he really wants to do is bend him over or beat the shit out of him. Mostly bend him over. Majima notices the lack of response and simply takes his free hand and starts feeling up Kiryu’s left pec.
He lifts his bloody hand and wraps it around Majima’s wrist, his breath hitching. However, poor Kiryu-chan can’t decide what to do after that, to push or to pull even closer. He continues to avoid his eye, but Majima can see the blush spreading downwards to his collarbones. Fire sparks alive in Majima’s gut.
“Sure I shouldn’t be paying ya for this?” Majima sneers at him, and it brings Kiryu to finally look at him. He gives a glare that would probably cause anyone else to fall over, but unfortunately for him, it’s Majima here who doesn’t waver at all. That and the blush over his cheeks ruins the expression anyway.
“I’m not a male escort, Majima-san. I'm not as easy as that either,” Kiryu growls, but it’s quiet enough like he’s afraid that someone’s going to walk in the alley and hear him. Majima just does a “hee hee” at him, because of course that’s the thing Kiryu focuses on more than his body actively becoming puddy in Majima’s hands.
Fine. He’ll just have to remind him. With two hands cupping Kiryu’s chest, Majima turns them in the direction of the wall and slams Kiryu into it in a proper pin. Kiryu finally gasps as he shivers from the wet fabric still drying on his back. That look from just before falls back into uncertainty, easily breaking down. It’s pathetically easy.
Majima drawls with a tilt of his head, humoring him anyway, “‘Course not! A pretty girl like ya wouldn’t dare sell herself short like that! What would yer old man think? Of letting some creep handle ya ‘n touch ya like this?” He gets rougher with his touches, twists Kiryu's nipples, pushes each tit up so they briefly resemble actual cleavage even under that red shirt. Treats him like puddy if he’s going to act like it.
Kiryu’s body instinctively tries to flinch into the brick wall, but it doesn’t really get far. At most, it just looks like Kiryu jumps out of his skin. His grip tightens heavily on Majima’s wrist—ouch, by the way—as he tries to look away, letting out a choked noise before he can stop it. His waist does a pathetic attempt to squirm away, such a half-assed attempt to escape him.
Majima looks into his face, and even from this angle, he can see the shame and turmoil. Can see Kiryu crawling back into his head, running around in circles like an animal chasing its tail. Can see him question himself if he’s disgusting for wanting something for himself once in his life. If he should run so he doesn’t have to face himself like this anymore. His Kiryu-chan is always repressing himself, and for what?
It was true that every time Kiryu went toe-to-toe with Majima, Majima made damn sure that Kiryu left the fight learning something so he could be better the next time they face off. A technique with a certain weapon, how to hold more endurance, force more strength in each punch and kick.
Well, Majima supposes Kiryu didn’t expect to learn multiple things about himself today. Certainly not like this either.
Majima huffs. Well, it ain’t fun if Kiryu isn’t here with him, so he pinches those nipples and pulls them, forcibly ripping Kiryu from his internal war. “Ain’t nothing wrong with wantin’ to be taken care of, Kiryu-chan. Think I give a shit about that? If anything, this is a good look on ya.” Majima widens his eye, sounding condescending all the while, despite being a thinly veiled attempt to reassure.
Kiryu swallows dryly, so loud that even Majima can hear it. Of course, he wouldn’t be fully convinced. This is Kiryu-chan we’re talking about. With that, Majima takes his hands off him and only hovers them there with a knowing look. Kiryu’s grip on him loosens at the unexpected change. He looks even more miserable than before.
Almost instantly, Kiryu pushes himself back into his hands. The grip tightens again, but this time with a decided purpose, and he pulls the wrist back to its rightful place.
Majima is satisfied with the response. More than satisfied, even. He’s fucking ecstatic. He takes that grey and damp jacket off his boy and returns it to the wet ground. Kiryu reluctantly lets him go in the process, having his only anchor taken from him. Majima uses his other hand and starts to rip the shirt from where it’s tucked into those slacks. He kicks Kiryu’s legs into a wider stance, making more room for himself to feel and tease him. Kiryu gives in to him, and it’s addicting. His walls are finally cracking. Rabbit is finally cornered.
“See? Ain’t so hard,” Majima murmurs as he slips his hands up Kiryu’s shirt. He explores his collarbones, his torso, running his fingers over old, prodding scars before settling back on his breasts. Kiryu lets out a small whine at the new texture against his skin. Majima hisses from the absolute warmth he feels through his leather gloves. Absolutely burning more than they were before with that shirt in the way. Majima continues on. “Maybe we should get ya a good bra to hold these puppies back durin’ the day, huh? Maybe a whole set so ya can have panties too.”
Kiryu squeezes his eyes shut with another pinch to each of his nipples, still struggling to look him in the eye even now, and Majima decides he’s finally given him enough leniency for the time being. He takes his fist and grips Kiryu’s chin roughly, a few fingers digging into his cheeks, his cut that’s finally stopped having bloody tears run down to his jawline, and turns his head to face Majima fully. There’s no place to hide or run anymore. Majima borderline snarls, “Nah, I waited long enough for this, Kiryu-chan. Let me watch ya.”
Kiryu’s lip quivers as he opens his bleary eyes. Majima finally lets go of his self-control.
Majima imagines that his Kiryu-chan has most likely been kissed before. Most likely from women if this is how he’s acting for Majima. He imagines it’s always been soft, coy, and playful. A reward for being the mild-mannered boy he is and for treating a girl well after a successful date.
Majima treats him differently. It’s rough, mostly teeth, all exploration, all conquering. Majima’s love is more straightforward and demanding. Kiryu tries somewhat to kiss back, but he’s too overwhelmed by it all to do much. It doesn’t matter. He pries his mouth open farther, forcing him to take it till his lips are bruised from the treatment.
He bites his lips and begins to grind into him roughly. He feels the erection there, the size of it, and wants to devour him, break him down into little pieces, put him back together when it’s over so he can do it all over again. Even brand him just to make sure Kiryu remembers who he belongs to when he’s alone, when he fights anyone else who isn’t him. Majima has thought about it, wanted it before this exchange even, but now he wants it so bad that it honestly almost makes his blood boil. He’s waited long enough.
Without preamble, he’s off him with a pop before leaning down, taking a nipple into his mouth, and grabbing Kiryu through his pants. Groping and clinging like he’s a parasite and Kiryu is his only salvation. He bites, he squeezes, and lets out an appeased sound when Kiryu squirms with small, broken noises. All he can do is clutch his snakeskin shoulders.
“Hard already from playing with your tits. Maybe ya haven’t been gettin’ attention like I thought,” Majima drones when he breaks away with another squeeze. Kiryu doesn’t bother trying to defend himself this time, but Majima can see him think about it when he frowns at him. Regardless, Majima coos. “Don’tcha worry, darlin’, I’ll fix ya up.”
His fingers drag up to the tip of Kiryu’s tent and rub the area that’s wet already in a circular motion. If Kiryu wants to be treated like a pretty lady about to get fucked in a back alley, who is Majima to not indulge him? Kiryu’s face turns impossibly redder at the motion, and Majima slips his belt out and unbuttons his slacks, and it all falls around his ankles. Another hand drags Kiryu’s now unbuttoned shirt down from his shoulder. He shudders from the winter air.
Majima takes a tube of lube from his back pocket, and only then does Kiryu have a look of an epiphany dawning on him of why Majima was wearing him out before. He gives him a shit-eating grin when Kiryu gives him another dirty look.
“Oi, I gotta be prepared for any occasion, y’know?” Majima defends himself as he pops open the cap and lifts Kiryu’s thick right leg over his shoulder with ease, hooking the knee there all nice and comfortable.
Spread out like this and vulnerable, Kiryu still can’t help but grumble, “You’re ridiculous...”
Alas, Kiryu looks at him with trust.
Majima ignores the butterflies in his stomach and holds his hand out to Kiryu’s lips with a look. The message lands thankfully, and he tentatively bites the tip of his fingers and pulls back till the glove is fully off. Once Majima is ready, he reaches and presses a finger against his rim. Kiryu scrunches his nose in distaste and a bit of concern once he registers the feeling, but Majima pays it no mind. With the same look that doesn’t seem to relax Kiryu one bit, the finger plunges into him down to the first knuckle without even so much as a warning.
Kiryu’s body jumps up and away from the intrusion like he’s been burnt. He clenches around it without meaning to, and Majima feels it around his middle finger. Feels it burn like a furnace in there with a hum. Kiryu gasps with each pump Majima gives him, and out of the kindness of his heart, Majima shifts his hand to Kiryu’s abdomen, finds the bruise he caused earlier, and presses into it with his thumb. Distracting Kiryu from the pain with even more pain.
A second digit joins the first after a moment and scissors the entrance, and it’s definitely clear more than it already is by now that Kiryu-chan has no experience with something like this. It’s a tight thing, but that certainly can be fixed. Majima digs his nail into the bruise through his glove, watches the useless struggle it causes until Kiryu shudders and lets out an intelligible whine of protest. Only then did he move his hand back up to his breast.
By now, Kiryu’s getting restless with all this teasing. Majima has been restless for a long time, and at this point, he’s at the end of his rope. A third finger enters with less time to get used to it, with the compensation of more lube. It sounds as wet as an actual pussy at this rate. Kiryu shifts his hips side to side, keeping eye contact reluctantly as his brows pitch a little higher with the movement inside of him. Every cute sound makes Majima’s insides ignite more than they already have. He considers wringing his neck again.
The fingers leave him, and Kiryu gives him sad, round eyes amongst his panting. Majima lowers his own leather pants and grips Kiryu’s hip in a bruising vice as if Kiryu is going to somehow disperse into the fucking air or something if he lets go. The hand that grips his shoulder seems to have that same fear.
Kiryu blearily spares a look downwards and finds Majima’s pale cock nudging against his own. It isn’t as thick as his, but it is longer to make up for it and looks to intimidate him all the same. Majima corners him into the wall more and presses his head against that hole. Barely restrains himself from just bottoming out right then and there.
Despite all the preparation before, Kiryu still isn’t fully open enough to take the thickness of Majima’s cock. Majima enters him anyway with a groan and leans his head past Kiryu’s bare shoulder. Majima takes in Kiryu’s scent, smelling musk, sweat, those Seven Stars cigarettes, and everything that makes up Kiryu-chan. With a grimace, Kiryu takes the stretch, takes him.
Kiryu’s tight, hot, and heaven. He fills him and fills him past where his fingers were and until Majima’s balls press against his taint. He slides past his warm and wet walls. He can’t see the younger man’s expression, but he can hear the short, punched-out moan before it quickly fades into a shaky exhale. He can feel the way his hole clenches around him.
“Fuck. Good girl,” Majima murmurs against his Kiryu’s flushed cheek. A strong clench happens after that with a whimper, and Majima can’t restrain the satisfied grin it brings him. Kiryu trembles against him with the strength of a baby bird. His chest rises and falls against his body in weak pants, skin on skin.
The moment Kiryu’s tense body relaxes the tiniest bit, Majima pulls out almost fully before slamming back into him. He repeats this a few times, drawing whines from Kiryu each time and feeling the way he bears down on him. He eventually finds a consistent rhythm to follow, and Kiryu softens against him.
On a particular thrust, Majima bares his teeth and digs his canines into his boy’s clavicle. Keeps digging until he tastes iron, and Kiryu’s unable to clench his jaw shut anymore. Gasps, pained whines escape him until he finally starts to thrash, and Majima lets go. He leans his head back, licking his lips, tasting it as if it were fine wine. Kiryu’s pupils are blown wide like he’s high to the point that Majima can see his reflection in them, his plump and bruised mouth hangs open to take every breath it can get, and the red blush travels down to his chest. His gaze looks somewhat focused, and Majima finally pinpoints why they look shinier than usual.
Kiryu is fucking tearing up on his dick. He himself must seem to recognize this because he begins to shake his head in embarrassment. He tries to close his eyes in attempts to ward off any tears from slipping. It’s too much for him, and he squirms and squirms. A big man like him reduced to this.
“Is this what does it for ya? All I have to do is sweet-talk to ya, and you drop your panties like that? So much for not being easy. I think it took less than ten minutes.” Majima pins that wriggling hip and waist to the wall behind. Kiryu’s shoulders shake, and he shakes his head even more in protest, but Majima knows the truth. He sees the cracks and the chipping in his Kiryu’s walls. He grabs his jaw just as he did before and keeps him there. Doesn't even have to hold it tight because Kiryu just lets him, even fucking pushes his cut into a finger. “Show me what this does for ya.”
“Ni-Niisan,” Kiryu whimpers out, cracking open his watery eyes. A few stray tears break out.
“Show me,” Niisan repeats, spitting it out onto Kiryu’s face, and the dam breaks.
Poor Kiryu-chan isn’t allowed to run from it. He can only watch and feel everything inside him take over. Can only watch himself lose it. His face marginally scrunches up as his throat constricts under the strain, and a sob is ripped out of him. It’s the start of a pained wail that derails fast. It’s more supplied with force than volume. Sounds like it pushes all the air out of those lungs, leaving him gasping before another sob takes over.
Majima makes sure to commit it all to memory.
In seconds, Kiryu comes with ropes over his abdomen, going far enough to land a little over his tits. His back arches against the wall, and he can barely keep his eyes open or trained. Clenching and relaxing. Clenching and relaxing.
Majima brings him back down with another bite. His pace doesn’t change to make it any easier for Kiryu. Instead, he raises his trembling thigh even higher. He goes deeper and angles his hips. The moment Kiryu lets out a cracked moan from having his prostate brushed, Majima focuses on it. Kiryu fails an attempt to close his legs. He mostly just slumps farther into the wall.
“Never expected such a crybaby,” Majima taunts, but there is a hidden fondness within it. Kiryu pants unevenly alongside sniffles, and all Majima does is plant another love bite on the other side of his neck. Kiryu yelps watery, overstimulated, and proves his point.
His grip on that jaw tightens to the point he can feel a small pop from the pressure. He snarls at him, probably looking predatory and possessive as all hell, but he doesn’t care to hide it now. He’s followed Kiryu, wanted him all this time, and all his words have previously gone over that thick skull. Now with all of his Kiryu-chan's attention on him, all his walls broken down, Majima boils, “You’re mine. You thought leaving for ten years was going to change that? You’re mine.”
His thrusts slow but remain hard, being used as punctuation with every smack of skin against skin. His tone goes low, and his voice shakes from that same old frustration. Kiryu looks at him, all wide-eyed, and can only nod. His hurt and free hand grasps for that wrist again, holding it softly now when he finds purchase.
“No one else gets to do this to you. No one else gets to kill you. No one else gets to see you break like this. No one else gets to see what a fucking whiny girl you are. This is all mine.” He speeds up again, snapping and snapping at him as Kiryu’s shoulders begin to shake again under it all. Twitching under each burning statement.
“Ye-ah, yes, niisan. Yours,” Kiryu agrees shakily. Majima moans, targets his carotid, and bites hard and with purpose, marking him as possession, owned. Rabbit finally caught.
Kiryu’s vision gets more unfocused after that. He’s reaching another peak and trembles all the while. He curls into Majima regardless of how much it is to him. “I can’t, niisan. I-I can’t,” Kiryu pleads in his own delirious way, hiccupping, shuddering. A new wave of crying begins, whining like it hurts. Like he doesn’t enjoy it when it does. “It’s too much. Pl-please, it’s, too much.”
“Ya can. Ya can hang on for a little longer, darlin’.” Majima leans into him. Licks the salty trails and drying blood from his cheeks like the dog he’s described to be. Kiryu meets him halfway regardless.
The coil in Majima’s abdomen tightens, and Kiryu stiffens and stiffens against him like he’s trying to fight it. The pitch of his voice gets higher and higher as Majima’s thrusts turn erratic. Anything he was originally trying to plead for has long since turned into gibberish. All he does is make noise and cling to him with a death grip.
Majima feels it when Kiryu comes again, and for the final time. Can see his eyes roll and hear his voice break. Can feel him clench as his softened cock only leaks. Majima captures the sob into his mouth as he spends in Kiryu’s ass, digging his nails into his flesh as it all overtakes him.
Finally, solace. Catharsis.
They stay like that for a moment. Just breathing and clinging until they are able to think straight. Majima slips out, lowers Kiryu’s weakened leg back down to the ground, tucks himself back into his pants, and slips his glove back on, sated. He helps a shaky Kiryu-chan back into his clothes, quietly snickering as Kiryu comes back to himself and begins to rapidly wipe the tears and snot from his face with his sleeves. He also has to button up his shirt to the first button from all the bites littering his neck, though even then, Majima can see a few teeth marks peaking out from under the collar. He can’t wait to see the bruise that blooms from it tomorrow.
Majima’s already smoking as Kiryu finishes putting himself back together. When finished, he just leans against the wall next to him, taking a cigarette when offered. He still looks freshly fucked despite the effort, but Majima gives mercy and decides not to comment on it. Mostly, it’s just out of how exhausted he is after all of that. Damn, he’s getting old.
Kiryu keeps glancing at him in the corner of his eye. The moment Majima meets his eye, he quickly looks away like a schoolboy, red as one too, as if he hadn’t just taken it up the ass minutes prior. God, Majima wants to kill him.
“What,” Majima says more than asks. Kiryu flinches from being caught.
“So... all of the, uh... the pole dancing... Goromi,” Kiryu’s now raw voice rings out with vague gestures. “The, um. Comments.”
This man cannot be serious.
Majima is finally satisfied. He will not allow this dumb man to ruin the moment, so after he takes a particularly long drag from his cigarette, all he says is, “Don’t worry about it, Kiryu-chan. Just be ready when I find ya out on the street, yeah?”
Kiryu looks considerably more confused than he did before.
Beat.
And then all of a sudden he looks absolutely horrified.
Majima raises an eyebrow as Kiryu launches himself off the wall. He briefly turns to face Majima, briefly stumbling as he tries to bring strength back to his legs, “I need to go to Purgatory. Uh, thanks for... um. Yeah. Majima-no-niisan.”
He does that stupid polite bow, and after giving him a small smile, the man is noticeably wobbling back out into the action of the city.
Well, at least Majima got the message across this time. Goal accomplished.
Majima watches him go with a violent fluttering in his chest, sighs, grabs the empty taurner bottle off the ground, and goes to find the nearest recyclable bin.