[fic] je_wakamono 2014: Maybe, Just Maybe... (NC-17)
Title:Maybe, Just Maybe...
Pairing/Characters: Hisao/Kenjiro (BAD BOYS J)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, sex
Word Count: 2793
Notes: Written for
elindar during our first run of the je_wakamono exchange in 2014. I really hope you enjoy reading. Takes place after both drama and movie. In this fic, Hisao and Kenjiro live in the same neighborhood… and I hope my saying that didn’t just stop some of you from reading.
Summary: Hisao comes across an injured Kenjiro one night and decides to bring him home.
original post
Hisao is on his way home when he catches sight of a familiar white suit up ahead. He’s about to call out a casual greeting, but realizes that Kenjiro is limping.
Squinting, he can see that there’s blood seeping through the fabric down his leg and that Kenjiro is dragging his foot along, unable to walk properly. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he speeds up a bit.
“You’re gonna pass out in the street from blood loss at this rate,” he says by way of greeting. He doesn’t like the way Kenjiro just stares at him, not even having enough energy to try and punch him, much less snarl at him with a good comeback. There’s also a sickly sweat covering his face and Hisao makes the quick decision to help him towards his own place, much closer to their current location than Kenjiro’s.
He knows it must be bad when Kenjiro doesn’t protest the slight change of direction.
When he’d left Nights to join Gokurakucho, he’d accepted that the members of Nights would view him as a traitor. He knew that would be the price he’d have to pay, but now that Tsukasa was here, the truce between Gokurakucho, Nights, and BEAST allowed them all a little bit more freedom…not that he would let just anyone into his home like this.
Kenjiro is special and always has been.
When they finally make it into the entryway, Hisao flicks the lock in place and Kenjiro speaks for the first time. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Sure it isn’t,” Hisao snorts softly. There’s not much furniture in his apartment so he helps Kenjiro into one of the two chairs at the dining table before grabbing the first aid kit from the closet. He kneels in front of Kenjiro’s slouched figure. “The leg’s the worst of it?”
“Yeah. Asshole pulled a knife on me.”
“This won’t make you happy,” Hisao starts, trying to take a closer look. “But since your suit is trashed anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter that I’m gonna cut the pant leg off.”
He hears a small groan but nothing more as he pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the bloodied fabric out of the way. Hisao lets out a hiss seeing the blood spreading from the wound all the way down his shin. He gets up to grab a bowl of water and a towel from the kitchen before carefully dabbing away the blood clinging to the surrounding skin.
Once the wound is clean, Hisao sits back and looks at it critically. “It’s not as deep as I thought.”
“I told you it wasn’t so bad.”
“It is pretty long though. You should still go to the hospi-“
“No hospital,” Kenjiro interrupts, trying to force himself to sit up straighter. “Just bandage it up already so I can go home.”
That makes Hisao frown a bit. The bleeding has slowed, but it probably wouldn’t do well for Kenjiro to walk anywhere and aggravate it again. On top of that, he remembers that Kenjiro would be going home to an empty apartment. Hisao finishes dressing the wound. “If you’re not going to the hospital, stay here for the night. I’ll pull out an extra futon for you.”
Hisao pulls out a change of clothes for him first and watches Kenjiro change out of the corner of his eye, subtly trying to make sure he doesn’t need first aid attention anywhere else. Kenjiro has always had the tendency to play down his injuries and Hisao feels a small rush of relief to see that beyond some minor bruising along his arms and down the left side of his torso, there don’t seem to be any other problem areas.
Kenjiro stops moving suddenly and Hisao looks up to see that he’s been caught staring. He starts to explain himself, but Kenjiro cuts him off, muttering, “Why don’t you ever look at me that way when I’m not about to pass out?”
“Huh?” Hisao blinks at him, trying to process what Kenjiro could mean by that. He thinks that might be disappointment he hears, but Kenjiro is already dropping down onto the extra futon, clearly having no intention of expanding on his comment. He’s curious, but Kenjiro looks like he really is about to pass out, so he lets it be for now and gets up to take the bowl of dirty water back to the kitchen.
Hisao pauses at the sink, lost in his thoughts. He has never told anyone, but Kenjiro was one of the reasons he left Nights.
Maybe it was because their personalities were so different that they complimented each other so well, but he and Kenjiro had been close during his time in Nights. The fact that they lived in the same neighborhood didn’t hurt either. It wasn’t uncommon for Kenjiro to end up at Hisao’s place.
They’d never been more than just friends and comrades, but Hisao remembers looking over at Kenjiro one day and thinking how good he looked with the light from the setting sun hitting him the way it was, Kenjiro’s soft brown hair blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. That day he’d felt an attraction he’d never noticed before.
At first he told himself it was nothing, but it kept happening again...and again, to the point where Hisao couldn’t even say it was just a physical attraction. To make things worse, because he was watching Kenjiro so frequently, there were times he’d catch Kenjiro watching him. Nothing too overt, but Kenjiro was definitely watching him. Hisao hoped that maybe it was an indication that Kenjiro reciprocated his feelings, but he was careful not to get his hopes up.
Instead, he tried to act like he always had towards Kenjiro and was extra careful not to make any unnecessary eye-contact, but it wasn’t working. It felt even more awkward and Kenjiro only started to pull away which was also something Hisao didn’t want. He couldn’t bring himself to do something about his feelings and pretending everything was normal just made things worse.
Hisao had felt as though things were falling apart around him and knew that he couldn’t help Hiro lead a team while feeling so unsure of himself. That was when Hisao had made his decision to leave Nights.
He hadn’t known what else to do about it at the time and he doesn’t regret joining Gokurakucho, but looking back, he wonders what would have happened if he’d faced everything head on instead of running away. If he’d been right about the way Kenjiro was watching him back, maybe, just maybe...
When he finally pulls out his own futon and climbs in, Kenjiro is facing away from him, asleep from the sound of his even breathing. It’s for the best, Hisao reminds himself. Even if he wanted to talk about it, tonight is certainly not the time to do it. If Kenjiro looks better in the morning, he’ll consider bringing it up then.
But when he wakes up the next morning, Hisao isn’t all too surprised to find the extra futon empty. Assuming that if Kenjiro is healthy enough to properly fold up the futon then he must be well enough to make it home safely, Hisao gets up for the day.
He makes a mental checklist of the things that need to be done today. He rearranges things a little so that he has time to talk to Yoji about the fight Nights seem to have been involved in the previous evening just in case it leads to something later. And if he has time, he figures he could go see Hiro as well. Considering the condition Kenjiro had been in, Hisao imagines there’s a pretty high probability Hiro is in the hospital or something.
It’s later than he thought and in the end, he doesn’t have enough time to swing by Nights’ club so Hisao has to shoot Hiro a text message instead. He gets an almost immediate reply calling him an idiot for thinking the almighty Hiro would be defeated so easily and he rolls his eyes. Then he jogs the rest of the way to work, thinking that it’s probably for the best that he didn’t just show up at the club. Kenjiro is probably there and he wouldn’t be happy if the other members found out just how beat up he’d been.
Hisao really wants to talk to him though. He wants to sort things out but he has to be careful. Kenjiro is more likely to take a swing at him than admit to anything. This means that having the conversation anywhere in public is definitely out since an audience is just the type of thing to make Kenjiro turn towards punching. He spends the next few days wondering how he’s going to trick Kenjiro into talking to him.
Which is why Hisao stares, shocked to find Kenjiro waiting outside his apartment building one night. He’s wearing a clean suit and an angry glare as Hisao approaches. As soon as he’s close enough, Kenjiro shoves a bag forward with what Hisao can only assume is the change of clothes he’d let him use the other night.
Instead of taking the bag, he gestures Kenjiro in and walks on ahead, trusting him to follow. He notes that Kenjiro comes along without any resistance, but is taken by surprise for the second time that night when Kenjiro grabs him by the shirt and pulls him down for a kiss as soon as the door is closed behind them.
Not exactly how he’d thought this would go, but Hisao can’t complain when he can finally delve his fingers into Kenjiro’s hair like he’s always wanted to. He almost has to laugh. As usual, Kenjiro’s avoided talking things over by expressing himself through physical action. He shouldn’t have expected anything different. He returns Kenjiro’s aggressive kisses with the built up frustration he’s felt over the years.
After a while, Kenjiro’s grip relaxes a bit and they pull back. It’s a bit amusing to see that Kenjiro won’t look him in the eyes now, even though he was fine with glaring at him only a few minutes earlier. Hisao uses the hand in Kenjiro’s hair to angle his face back up so he can press their lips together again, relishing how Kenjiro’s mouth opens for him almost immediately.
He takes a step forward and Kenjiro takes one back, Hisao’s hand in his hair preventing the kiss from breaking. They stumble their way out of their shoes and into the actual apartment. It’s not like he has a couch or bed, so Hisao ends up pushing Kenjiro against the dining room table since it’s the most readily available flat surface aside from the floor. He pulls a little at Kenjiro’s hair and is rewarded with a low moan and Kenjiro gripping at him tighter.
“Hisa…” Kenjiro breathes and oh god, it sounds so good hearing his name like that.
And then Kenjiro is setting aside any other doubts Hisao may have about where this is all heading by pushing Hisao’s jacket off his shoulders and biting down on the exposed skin above his shoulder.
Hisao lets out a strangled moan and his body jerks forward. Too much clothes, he thinks dumbly and pulls his own shirt off over his head. Kenjiro’s hands are on him almost immediately, but they make it harder for Hisao to get Kenjiro’s suit jacket off. He gives him a look. “A little help here?”
The smirk Kenjiro sends him makes shivers run down his spine in anticipation. Kenjiro pulls off the jacket in one swift move, but slowly unbuttons his shirt one button at a time, eyes never leaving Hisao’s. Shirt open, he leans back against the table’s edge and tilts his head. “There. I helped.”
Hisao swallows a moan as he reaches out to run fingers across Kenjiro’s now exposed chest. The skin is smooth but he can feel the tremble of hard muscle under his fingers and it just makes him want to touch more. His hand travels down to Kenjiro’s belt and Hisao does pause for a second, but he doesn’t have to wait long. Kenjiro reaches over to where he set his jacket down and from one of the pockets pulls out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
At Hisao’s raised eyebrow, Kenjiro shrugs. “I knew what I wanted before I decided to come here tonight.”
“We will talk about this,” Hisao warns, but doesn’t waste any more time, undoing Kenjiro’s belt and pulling it all the way off. His hands are starting to tremble a little from want, but he manages to unbutton Kenjiro’s pants and pull the zipper down.
When he finally has Kenjiro hard in his hand, they both moan. He gives him a few test strokes, before impulse has him dropping to his knees and licking the tip. Kenjiro’s knees almost buckle in surprise and he has to grip the edge of the table harder to remain standing. “Hisa… You don’t have to.”
Hisao responds by licking at the tip again before letting the tip pass through his lips. He’s never given anyone a blow job before and he’s not sure why he suddenly decided to start now, but the way one of Kenjiro’s hands grabs at his shoulder and the other works its way into his hair encourages him to keep going. He can tell Kenjiro’s getting close when the hand in his hair tightens its grip and his hips start jerking forward. Pulling back and stroking him slowly, Hisao asks him what he wants.
“In me. I want you in me,” Kenjiro says panting, and then he’s pulling Hisao back up on his feet so that they can share a sloppy kiss, clearly not minding at all where Hisao’s mouth just was.
Hisao lifts Kenjiro up so that he’s sitting on the edge of the table and Kenjiro reaches out to get rid of Hisao’s jeans. Finally feeling Kenjiro’s slim fingers wrap around him nearly makes him cry out in relief. Hisao kisses him fiercely as he pops open the tube of lube and rubs a small dollop over his fingers. Kenjiro leans back and lifts up a knee to give Hisao easier access.
Hisao prepares Kenjiro as best as he can, but Kenjiro is absolutely zero help, telling Hisao he’s ready for the next finger when he’s clearly not. He barely has the third finger in before Kenjiro takes things in his own hands and starts stroking Hisao seriously, twisting his wrist and letting the head slide through his fingers. Hisao is so hard that it’s starting to hurt and if Kenjiro doesn’t want to be able to sit properly tomorrow, well, he tried.
He slaps away Kenjiro’s hand and rips open the condom. He rubs more lube over himself as a last second precaution before he lines himself up and starts to push in.
Hisao’s head falls back with a long moan. He tries to set a slow pace, but Kenjiro is so hot and tight and Hisao already knows he’s not going to last. He wraps his lubed hand around Kenjiro’s dick and does his best to make sure he takes Kenjiro down with him.
Kenjiro tightening around him is the only warning Hisao gets. Seeing Kenjiro flushed all the way down, a stark contrast to the white now decorating his chest, is all Hisao can take, burying himself deep as he reaches orgasm himself.
It takes a bit of effort, especially since Kenjiro seems to be content on letting Hisao do all the work, but they manage to take a bath with minor damage.
They don’t bother with the extra futon this time, or well, Kenjiro doesn’t, flopping down onto Hisao’s futon as soon as it’s unfolded. Kenjiro sighs with his head on the pillow and sticks out his leg for Hisao to rebandage.
Clean bandage in place, Hisao gets up to turn the lights off and Kenjiro climbs under the covers. He lifts up the edge so that Hisao can climb in next to him. Settled in, Kenjiro sighs. “One of these days, you’re gonna get your ass kicked and have to come to me for help.”
Hisao snorts. “Says you. The only one visiting the hospital more than you is Hiro himself. It’s a miracle Nights managed to stay Hiroshima’s number two after I left.”
“That’s it. I’m gonna kick your ass myself,” Kenjiro mutters, but makes no move to get up.
Hisao smiles, content with the warm weight draped across his chest. “I like you, by the way.”
“I figured that out on my own, thanks.”
Pairing/Characters: Hisao/Kenjiro (BAD BOYS J)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: mentions of violence and blood, sex
Word Count: 2793
Notes: Written for
elindar during our first run of the je_wakamono exchange in 2014. I really hope you enjoy reading. Takes place after both drama and movie. In this fic, Hisao and Kenjiro live in the same neighborhood… and I hope my saying that didn’t just stop some of you from reading.
Summary: Hisao comes across an injured Kenjiro one night and decides to bring him home.
original post
Hisao is on his way home when he catches sight of a familiar white suit up ahead. He’s about to call out a casual greeting, but realizes that Kenjiro is limping.
Squinting, he can see that there’s blood seeping through the fabric down his leg and that Kenjiro is dragging his foot along, unable to walk properly. Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he speeds up a bit.
“You’re gonna pass out in the street from blood loss at this rate,” he says by way of greeting. He doesn’t like the way Kenjiro just stares at him, not even having enough energy to try and punch him, much less snarl at him with a good comeback. There’s also a sickly sweat covering his face and Hisao makes the quick decision to help him towards his own place, much closer to their current location than Kenjiro’s.
He knows it must be bad when Kenjiro doesn’t protest the slight change of direction.
When he’d left Nights to join Gokurakucho, he’d accepted that the members of Nights would view him as a traitor. He knew that would be the price he’d have to pay, but now that Tsukasa was here, the truce between Gokurakucho, Nights, and BEAST allowed them all a little bit more freedom…not that he would let just anyone into his home like this.
Kenjiro is special and always has been.
When they finally make it into the entryway, Hisao flicks the lock in place and Kenjiro speaks for the first time. “It’s not as bad as it looks.”
“Sure it isn’t,” Hisao snorts softly. There’s not much furniture in his apartment so he helps Kenjiro into one of the two chairs at the dining table before grabbing the first aid kit from the closet. He kneels in front of Kenjiro’s slouched figure. “The leg’s the worst of it?”
“Yeah. Asshole pulled a knife on me.”
“This won’t make you happy,” Hisao starts, trying to take a closer look. “But since your suit is trashed anyway, I guess it doesn’t matter that I’m gonna cut the pant leg off.”
He hears a small groan but nothing more as he pulls out a pair of scissors and cuts the bloodied fabric out of the way. Hisao lets out a hiss seeing the blood spreading from the wound all the way down his shin. He gets up to grab a bowl of water and a towel from the kitchen before carefully dabbing away the blood clinging to the surrounding skin.
Once the wound is clean, Hisao sits back and looks at it critically. “It’s not as deep as I thought.”
“I told you it wasn’t so bad.”
“It is pretty long though. You should still go to the hospi-“
“No hospital,” Kenjiro interrupts, trying to force himself to sit up straighter. “Just bandage it up already so I can go home.”
That makes Hisao frown a bit. The bleeding has slowed, but it probably wouldn’t do well for Kenjiro to walk anywhere and aggravate it again. On top of that, he remembers that Kenjiro would be going home to an empty apartment. Hisao finishes dressing the wound. “If you’re not going to the hospital, stay here for the night. I’ll pull out an extra futon for you.”
Hisao pulls out a change of clothes for him first and watches Kenjiro change out of the corner of his eye, subtly trying to make sure he doesn’t need first aid attention anywhere else. Kenjiro has always had the tendency to play down his injuries and Hisao feels a small rush of relief to see that beyond some minor bruising along his arms and down the left side of his torso, there don’t seem to be any other problem areas.
Kenjiro stops moving suddenly and Hisao looks up to see that he’s been caught staring. He starts to explain himself, but Kenjiro cuts him off, muttering, “Why don’t you ever look at me that way when I’m not about to pass out?”
“Huh?” Hisao blinks at him, trying to process what Kenjiro could mean by that. He thinks that might be disappointment he hears, but Kenjiro is already dropping down onto the extra futon, clearly having no intention of expanding on his comment. He’s curious, but Kenjiro looks like he really is about to pass out, so he lets it be for now and gets up to take the bowl of dirty water back to the kitchen.
Hisao pauses at the sink, lost in his thoughts. He has never told anyone, but Kenjiro was one of the reasons he left Nights.
Maybe it was because their personalities were so different that they complimented each other so well, but he and Kenjiro had been close during his time in Nights. The fact that they lived in the same neighborhood didn’t hurt either. It wasn’t uncommon for Kenjiro to end up at Hisao’s place.
They’d never been more than just friends and comrades, but Hisao remembers looking over at Kenjiro one day and thinking how good he looked with the light from the setting sun hitting him the way it was, Kenjiro’s soft brown hair blowing ever so slightly in the breeze. That day he’d felt an attraction he’d never noticed before.
At first he told himself it was nothing, but it kept happening again...and again, to the point where Hisao couldn’t even say it was just a physical attraction. To make things worse, because he was watching Kenjiro so frequently, there were times he’d catch Kenjiro watching him. Nothing too overt, but Kenjiro was definitely watching him. Hisao hoped that maybe it was an indication that Kenjiro reciprocated his feelings, but he was careful not to get his hopes up.
Instead, he tried to act like he always had towards Kenjiro and was extra careful not to make any unnecessary eye-contact, but it wasn’t working. It felt even more awkward and Kenjiro only started to pull away which was also something Hisao didn’t want. He couldn’t bring himself to do something about his feelings and pretending everything was normal just made things worse.
Hisao had felt as though things were falling apart around him and knew that he couldn’t help Hiro lead a team while feeling so unsure of himself. That was when Hisao had made his decision to leave Nights.
He hadn’t known what else to do about it at the time and he doesn’t regret joining Gokurakucho, but looking back, he wonders what would have happened if he’d faced everything head on instead of running away. If he’d been right about the way Kenjiro was watching him back, maybe, just maybe...
When he finally pulls out his own futon and climbs in, Kenjiro is facing away from him, asleep from the sound of his even breathing. It’s for the best, Hisao reminds himself. Even if he wanted to talk about it, tonight is certainly not the time to do it. If Kenjiro looks better in the morning, he’ll consider bringing it up then.
But when he wakes up the next morning, Hisao isn’t all too surprised to find the extra futon empty. Assuming that if Kenjiro is healthy enough to properly fold up the futon then he must be well enough to make it home safely, Hisao gets up for the day.
He makes a mental checklist of the things that need to be done today. He rearranges things a little so that he has time to talk to Yoji about the fight Nights seem to have been involved in the previous evening just in case it leads to something later. And if he has time, he figures he could go see Hiro as well. Considering the condition Kenjiro had been in, Hisao imagines there’s a pretty high probability Hiro is in the hospital or something.
It’s later than he thought and in the end, he doesn’t have enough time to swing by Nights’ club so Hisao has to shoot Hiro a text message instead. He gets an almost immediate reply calling him an idiot for thinking the almighty Hiro would be defeated so easily and he rolls his eyes. Then he jogs the rest of the way to work, thinking that it’s probably for the best that he didn’t just show up at the club. Kenjiro is probably there and he wouldn’t be happy if the other members found out just how beat up he’d been.
Hisao really wants to talk to him though. He wants to sort things out but he has to be careful. Kenjiro is more likely to take a swing at him than admit to anything. This means that having the conversation anywhere in public is definitely out since an audience is just the type of thing to make Kenjiro turn towards punching. He spends the next few days wondering how he’s going to trick Kenjiro into talking to him.
Which is why Hisao stares, shocked to find Kenjiro waiting outside his apartment building one night. He’s wearing a clean suit and an angry glare as Hisao approaches. As soon as he’s close enough, Kenjiro shoves a bag forward with what Hisao can only assume is the change of clothes he’d let him use the other night.
Instead of taking the bag, he gestures Kenjiro in and walks on ahead, trusting him to follow. He notes that Kenjiro comes along without any resistance, but is taken by surprise for the second time that night when Kenjiro grabs him by the shirt and pulls him down for a kiss as soon as the door is closed behind them.
Not exactly how he’d thought this would go, but Hisao can’t complain when he can finally delve his fingers into Kenjiro’s hair like he’s always wanted to. He almost has to laugh. As usual, Kenjiro’s avoided talking things over by expressing himself through physical action. He shouldn’t have expected anything different. He returns Kenjiro’s aggressive kisses with the built up frustration he’s felt over the years.
After a while, Kenjiro’s grip relaxes a bit and they pull back. It’s a bit amusing to see that Kenjiro won’t look him in the eyes now, even though he was fine with glaring at him only a few minutes earlier. Hisao uses the hand in Kenjiro’s hair to angle his face back up so he can press their lips together again, relishing how Kenjiro’s mouth opens for him almost immediately.
He takes a step forward and Kenjiro takes one back, Hisao’s hand in his hair preventing the kiss from breaking. They stumble their way out of their shoes and into the actual apartment. It’s not like he has a couch or bed, so Hisao ends up pushing Kenjiro against the dining room table since it’s the most readily available flat surface aside from the floor. He pulls a little at Kenjiro’s hair and is rewarded with a low moan and Kenjiro gripping at him tighter.
“Hisa…” Kenjiro breathes and oh god, it sounds so good hearing his name like that.
And then Kenjiro is setting aside any other doubts Hisao may have about where this is all heading by pushing Hisao’s jacket off his shoulders and biting down on the exposed skin above his shoulder.
Hisao lets out a strangled moan and his body jerks forward. Too much clothes, he thinks dumbly and pulls his own shirt off over his head. Kenjiro’s hands are on him almost immediately, but they make it harder for Hisao to get Kenjiro’s suit jacket off. He gives him a look. “A little help here?”
The smirk Kenjiro sends him makes shivers run down his spine in anticipation. Kenjiro pulls off the jacket in one swift move, but slowly unbuttons his shirt one button at a time, eyes never leaving Hisao’s. Shirt open, he leans back against the table’s edge and tilts his head. “There. I helped.”
Hisao swallows a moan as he reaches out to run fingers across Kenjiro’s now exposed chest. The skin is smooth but he can feel the tremble of hard muscle under his fingers and it just makes him want to touch more. His hand travels down to Kenjiro’s belt and Hisao does pause for a second, but he doesn’t have to wait long. Kenjiro reaches over to where he set his jacket down and from one of the pockets pulls out a condom and a small bottle of lube.
At Hisao’s raised eyebrow, Kenjiro shrugs. “I knew what I wanted before I decided to come here tonight.”
“We will talk about this,” Hisao warns, but doesn’t waste any more time, undoing Kenjiro’s belt and pulling it all the way off. His hands are starting to tremble a little from want, but he manages to unbutton Kenjiro’s pants and pull the zipper down.
When he finally has Kenjiro hard in his hand, they both moan. He gives him a few test strokes, before impulse has him dropping to his knees and licking the tip. Kenjiro’s knees almost buckle in surprise and he has to grip the edge of the table harder to remain standing. “Hisa… You don’t have to.”
Hisao responds by licking at the tip again before letting the tip pass through his lips. He’s never given anyone a blow job before and he’s not sure why he suddenly decided to start now, but the way one of Kenjiro’s hands grabs at his shoulder and the other works its way into his hair encourages him to keep going. He can tell Kenjiro’s getting close when the hand in his hair tightens its grip and his hips start jerking forward. Pulling back and stroking him slowly, Hisao asks him what he wants.
“In me. I want you in me,” Kenjiro says panting, and then he’s pulling Hisao back up on his feet so that they can share a sloppy kiss, clearly not minding at all where Hisao’s mouth just was.
Hisao lifts Kenjiro up so that he’s sitting on the edge of the table and Kenjiro reaches out to get rid of Hisao’s jeans. Finally feeling Kenjiro’s slim fingers wrap around him nearly makes him cry out in relief. Hisao kisses him fiercely as he pops open the tube of lube and rubs a small dollop over his fingers. Kenjiro leans back and lifts up a knee to give Hisao easier access.
Hisao prepares Kenjiro as best as he can, but Kenjiro is absolutely zero help, telling Hisao he’s ready for the next finger when he’s clearly not. He barely has the third finger in before Kenjiro takes things in his own hands and starts stroking Hisao seriously, twisting his wrist and letting the head slide through his fingers. Hisao is so hard that it’s starting to hurt and if Kenjiro doesn’t want to be able to sit properly tomorrow, well, he tried.
He slaps away Kenjiro’s hand and rips open the condom. He rubs more lube over himself as a last second precaution before he lines himself up and starts to push in.
Hisao’s head falls back with a long moan. He tries to set a slow pace, but Kenjiro is so hot and tight and Hisao already knows he’s not going to last. He wraps his lubed hand around Kenjiro’s dick and does his best to make sure he takes Kenjiro down with him.
Kenjiro tightening around him is the only warning Hisao gets. Seeing Kenjiro flushed all the way down, a stark contrast to the white now decorating his chest, is all Hisao can take, burying himself deep as he reaches orgasm himself.
It takes a bit of effort, especially since Kenjiro seems to be content on letting Hisao do all the work, but they manage to take a bath with minor damage.
They don’t bother with the extra futon this time, or well, Kenjiro doesn’t, flopping down onto Hisao’s futon as soon as it’s unfolded. Kenjiro sighs with his head on the pillow and sticks out his leg for Hisao to rebandage.
Clean bandage in place, Hisao gets up to turn the lights off and Kenjiro climbs under the covers. He lifts up the edge so that Hisao can climb in next to him. Settled in, Kenjiro sighs. “One of these days, you’re gonna get your ass kicked and have to come to me for help.”
Hisao snorts. “Says you. The only one visiting the hospital more than you is Hiro himself. It’s a miracle Nights managed to stay Hiroshima’s number two after I left.”
“That’s it. I’m gonna kick your ass myself,” Kenjiro mutters, but makes no move to get up.
Hisao smiles, content with the warm weight draped across his chest. “I like you, by the way.”
“I figured that out on my own, thanks.”