Study Group & Black and Beige
Title: Study Group
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: PG-13? Maybe not even that
Periodically, Makio's face would twitch.
A little more periodically, he'd swear and check his phone.
And at a constant rate, for the past 45 minutes, he'd been pacing. Makio now knew the exact number of steps it took for him to cross his sitting room - 24.
From an outsider, it might look like he was waiting for an important call from a business partner or official. But it was neither, to Makio, it was someone far more important.
Kazu and Kuroi stood in the corner, trying their best to melt into the walls, or at least avoid the wrath of their Boss, should they say the wrong thing. Or say anything for that matter.
Every few minutes, Kazu would gesture to Kuroi that he should do something to calm Makio, but Kuroi always stood his ground and refused to budge. On the most unfortunate of these trys, Kazu's elbow bumped the wall after tapping Kuroi's shoulder - and that small noise brought Makio's full attention to Kazu.
Makio dropped his phone and in 6 strides (it would have normally taken 11 to cross that distance), he was before Kazu, jacket lapels in hand, pushing Kazu against the wall, screaming, something, at him.
Kazu was too much in shock to do anything but lower his head and hope he didn't get hit. Kuroi, after a short moment of inaction, stood his ground next to Makio and starting reciting all the reasons that he should let Kazu go. Makio's voice was all any of them could hear, and none of them had realized a fourth person had entered the room, until two small hands grabbed one of Makio's arms, trying to pull it off Kazu.
Makio, of course, turned towards this new person, ready to break their face in, but stopped in time to realize who it was.
"Sakura-something!!"
Sakurakouji glared at Makio, hoping it would have come kind of effect, which it must have, because Makio's attention turned completely to Sakurakouji. His hands left Kazu's jacket, but quickly replaced themselves at Sakurakouji's shoulders, squeezing them together just a bit too much for Sakurakouji to be comfortable.
"Where have you been?!! I left about a thousand fucking messages!!"
Sakurakouji wiggled a little, trying to loosen Makio's grip, "I told you yesterday. I had a study group tonight. I told you I'd be back late."
"So why'd the fuck you turn your phone off?!! Isn't the point of the fucking thing is to able to get in touch with you whenever I want!?"
"Whenever you want?" Sakurakouji frowned, "I didn't want any distractions. I guess it's a good thing I did turn it off. You would have been calling me the whole time through, wouldn't you?"
"... Distraction?..." Makio's face became blank and the shoulder squeezing officially became painful.
Sakurakouji's brilliance didn't help him think of something better to say to Makio or to understand the hand gestures from Kazu and Kuroi meant, "Get the hell out of there if you want to live."
The rumbling noise that started in Makio's chest and rose up out of his throat was somewhat disconcerting to Sakurakouji.
The shaking arms made him try again at getting Makio's hands off his shoulders.
The dangerous look that Makio gave him made Sakurakouji stop moving. Stop breathing. Stop thinking.
"Distraction?... I'm... a distraction?"
"Ah.. Makki...." Words were failing the ever eloquent Sakurakouji Jun.
Makio shoved Sakurakouji to the side, swearing, yelling, picking up things as he stomped around the room and throwing them against walls and the floor. Lamps, books, decorative vases - they were all victims to Makio's wrath.
Sakurakouji knew how this was all going to play out before it even started. This course of events had happened far too often to him to be unfamiliar with it. Sakurakouji, as a college student, has various obligations and duties which he could not shirk. Whenever these things made Sakurakouji busy and difficult to get a hold of, he'd comes home to find overprotective and overbearing Makio in a foul mood. And everytime, he couldn't help but push all the wrongs buttons, and he knows that it will end up with Makio taking out his anger on inanimate objects and --
"Makki! Stop it!!"
Sakurakouji, unable to control his own trembling, tears running down his face, grabs Makio's arm, poised and ready to throw another expensive looking item at the wall.
"Please," Sakurakouji hiccups, "... please stop, Makki."
Kazu and Kuroi, also familiar with the way these situations play out, excuse themselves from the room.
Makio, still looking angry, turns his attention towards Sakurakouji but doesn't say anything.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!! You're not a distraction! I just really had to study and I'm sorry I didn't check my phone!... So, stop now.. okay? Please?"
At any time, no matter what had just happened or what kind of mood he happened to be in, if you asked Makio what his favorite part of Sakurakouji is, he'd answer instantly back, "his eyes". So when Sakurakouji looked up at him, eyes huge, filled to the brim tears, pleading and guilt in his eyes, Makio dropped the item, pulled Sakurakouji close and rammed their lips together.
Makio pushed Sakurakouji backwards until he hit a wall. Securely trapped, there wasn't much Sakurakouji could do but go along with Makio, who had one hand up the back of Sakurakouji's shirt and the other rubbing up and down his thigh.
Makio broke their kiss, "Jun," he ghosted his lips across Sakurakouji cheek and whispered into his ear, "why do you insist on provoking me? Cut it the fuck out..."
Sakurakouji hiccuped again, "I'm sorry... I won't do it again. I really won't. I swear..."
He could feel Makio smile against his cheek, "Good."
**
Their night ended with sitting on the couch in Makio's room, eating purin and lounging around. Since he didn't have classes the next day, Sakurakouji had been willing to stay up a little later than he normally did. Makio had smirked at that and reached for Sakurakouji, who batted his hand away and re-emphasised the "little" part of 'stay up a little later'.
In the sitting room, picking up shards of lamps and vases and ruined books, Kazu wondered how many more times he'd have to clean up after Aniki and Sakurakouji's lovers spats.
Title: Black and Beige
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: NC-17!
Sakurakouji's personal style revolves around khakis, a few pairs of jeans and soft colored oxfords and sweaters. Finding blacks or navy blues in hiw wardrobe is easier said than done, and those items were all gifts from Makio which he doesn't wear very often.
Makio is the complete opposite. His suits and 'casual' clothing come in a vast spectrum of black and navy blue. The only white to be found is his favorite tie (because it contrasts so well with the black shirts) and a pair of socks.
One respects and loves the other too much to bring up the point of taste in clothing with the other, so they let each other be.
Except for certain times when Makio runs into whatever room Sakurakouji is in, picks him and nearly throws him into the bedroom where black slacks and a shirt are laid out on a bed and shoes waiting patiently on the floor. But that only happens when some important yakuza guy is making a somewhat unannounced visit and Makio doesn't want sakurakouji sticking out too much.
Like right now.
Everytime this happens, Makio, in between screaming at his own group, carefully tells Sakurakouji the same thing as he did last time this happened: stay in the back, don't make eye contact with any yakuza from the other group, don't say anything, and if a fight breaks out, hide under a table or something - I'll come get you. He makes Sakurakouji swear to all the points, and once he's done, Sakurakouji leaves the room and stays in some random sitting room or reads a magazine in the kitchen until everyone who shouldn't be there has left. And lo and behold, nothing has every happened to him. Except for the routine of his day being messed up and having to wear a black, yakuza-esque suit for a few hours.
* * *
In the middle of reading an article about some corrupt government in another hemisphere, Sakurakouji hears the sound of a number of cars starting and then driving away - a sure sign that whatever 'meeting' was going on, it's now over. Sakurakouji leaves the kitchen, more preoccupied with Makio than remembering his magazine.
Said Boss is sitting in his office, hands in his face, muttering under his breath.
Sakurakouji walks up and leans over the opposite side of the desk, "Makki, what's wrong?"
He mutters something about retarded old people.
Sakurakouji comes around to the other side of the desk, putting his arms over Makio's shoulder from behind, "Eh, did he put you in a bad mood?"
"Fuck yes!"
Makio startles Sakurakouji by jumping up and slamming his fist down, hard, on the desk.
Sakurakouji gasps and reaches for Makio's hand, taking it off the desk and cradling it in his smaller hands, "Be careful! There's no point in taking it out on ourself. You can't help what other people do, so don't worry about it."
Sakurakouji is only able to check Makio's hands for bruises for a second before Makio pulls him into a tight embrace.
"What would I do without you worrying about me, Jun?"
"I'm not the only person who worries about you, Makki."
Makio shook his head, "You're the only one who worries about me. Everyone else worries about the Boss."
Sakurakouji was about to reply when the back of his legs bumped into the desk, and he wondered when Makio had moved him around like that. And without anymore warning than that, Makio's lips were upon his, demanding access. There were few people in the world that could stand up to Makio when he really wanted something, so Sakurakouji relented, gave Makio that entrance and gasped when a leg slipped between his and started rubbing back and forth. The arms around his midsection pulled at his shirt, untucking it, and sliding underneath, a finger dipping underneath the line of his pants every so often. Makio pushed himself closer to Sakurakouji, who spread his legs wider to give Makio room. All Sakurakouji was able to do was cling to Makio, writhe in his arms and make little moan-gasping noises. Makio's hands kept rubbing and pinching, his lips kissing and sucking, his hips rolling into Sakurakouji's.
"Makki, uh, we can't... here, ah.."
Makio brought his lips up from the junction of Sakurakouji's neck and shoulder to his ear, barely whispering, "No one is stupid enough to come in. Make all the noise you want, I don't mind. Let them all know that I'm the only one who can do this to you."
Sakurakouji was about to make a complaining comment about Makio's possessive tendancies, but the hand that worked itself into his pants and started rubbing him through his underwear changed that to a throaty moan and intensified rolling of his hips. Sakurakouji looked up at Makio, wet, swollen lips, red cheeks, clouded eyes, and the Boss lost what left of his control.
Makio growled, lifted Sakurakouji up the tiniest bit and then pushed him backwards onto the desk. Too excited and worked up to be thinking coherently, Makio pulled and swore at Sakurakouji's belt trying to get it unbuckled, while Sakurakouji laid back, breathing deeply and moaning quietly whenever Makio's hands brushed against his crotch. The belt finally came lose and in one swift movement, Makio pulled Sakurakouji's pants and underwear off. Having learned from experience, Makio's own belt came off much faster. He opened his pants just enough to bring himself out, and then took to pulling open and slamming closed every single drawer of his desk, swearing the whole time. It was clear he wasn't finding what he wanted, so Sakurakouji reached down for one of Makio's hands and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking each finger thoroughly. Their eyes never broke contact, Makio's hips rolling a little bit, Sakurakouji's eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the moment. Makio could only take so much of Sakurakouji's wanton looks and sucking at his fingers, so he pulled them away from Sakurakouji's mouth and brought them to his hole. The simple of knowledge of what was to come made Sakurakouji moan, loudly, and raise his hips. Makio smirked and pushed the first of his fingers in, his other hand playing with Sakurakouji. He moved his fingers around a little, rubbing at Sakurakouji. The second finger elicted another loud moan and a third finger brought quiet, near sobbing pleas for more, for Makio.
Makio removed his fingers, and slowly started pushing himself in. Sakurakouji gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get as used to the feeling of Makio filling him as quickly as he could, knowing that even in such a mood, Makio wouldn't move before Sakurakouji was ready for it. Once fulling seated, Makio exhaled deeply and leaned down, kissing Sakurakouji softly all over his face - brow, cheeks, jawline, lips. When Sakurakouji started twitching in his arms, his hips moving the tiniest bit, Makio knew he'd settled, so he pulled himself out and then thrust back in, repeating the action over, and over again. Sakurakouji was making more moaning noises, but he was biting down on his fingers, trying to muffle their sound.
Makio noticed this, and in retaliation, he stopped the movements of his hips, but not pulling out, and yanked Sakurakouji's fingers out of his mouth. He leaned down, very close to Sakurakouji, and asked calmly, "What are you doing, Jun?"
Sakurakouji cried out at Makio's stillness, "Ah, Makki! Don't!... Don't just.. stop!"
"Why were you doing that, Jun?"
"Makki, don't be cruel." Sakurakouji sniffled a little, "It's embarassing out here... It's your office... Any one could walk by."
Holding Sakurakouji's hands down against the desk, Makio smirked, "Don't be such a prude, Jun."
And with that said, Makio returned to thrusting in and out, encouraging Sakurakouji to voice his pleasure, and when he did, Makio would reward him with caresses and kisses.
Sakurakouji could only last for so long though and was soon enough exhausted, spent and laying back on the desk, breathing deeply while Makio continued to take his pleasure from his younger lover. Makio leaned down, forehead against Sakurakouji's, pumping in a few more times, before he tensed, relaxed and then half collapsed on Sakurakouji. They both took a few minutes to catch their breath and come down from their sexual highs.
"What.. brought all that on?" Sakurakouji finally asked.
"... You look really hot in black."
Sakurakouji scoffed a little, "God, you're obsessed with that color."
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: PG-13? Maybe not even that
Periodically, Makio's face would twitch.
A little more periodically, he'd swear and check his phone.
And at a constant rate, for the past 45 minutes, he'd been pacing. Makio now knew the exact number of steps it took for him to cross his sitting room - 24.
From an outsider, it might look like he was waiting for an important call from a business partner or official. But it was neither, to Makio, it was someone far more important.
Kazu and Kuroi stood in the corner, trying their best to melt into the walls, or at least avoid the wrath of their Boss, should they say the wrong thing. Or say anything for that matter.
Every few minutes, Kazu would gesture to Kuroi that he should do something to calm Makio, but Kuroi always stood his ground and refused to budge. On the most unfortunate of these trys, Kazu's elbow bumped the wall after tapping Kuroi's shoulder - and that small noise brought Makio's full attention to Kazu.
Makio dropped his phone and in 6 strides (it would have normally taken 11 to cross that distance), he was before Kazu, jacket lapels in hand, pushing Kazu against the wall, screaming, something, at him.
Kazu was too much in shock to do anything but lower his head and hope he didn't get hit. Kuroi, after a short moment of inaction, stood his ground next to Makio and starting reciting all the reasons that he should let Kazu go. Makio's voice was all any of them could hear, and none of them had realized a fourth person had entered the room, until two small hands grabbed one of Makio's arms, trying to pull it off Kazu.
Makio, of course, turned towards this new person, ready to break their face in, but stopped in time to realize who it was.
"Sakura-something!!"
Sakurakouji glared at Makio, hoping it would have come kind of effect, which it must have, because Makio's attention turned completely to Sakurakouji. His hands left Kazu's jacket, but quickly replaced themselves at Sakurakouji's shoulders, squeezing them together just a bit too much for Sakurakouji to be comfortable.
"Where have you been?!! I left about a thousand fucking messages!!"
Sakurakouji wiggled a little, trying to loosen Makio's grip, "I told you yesterday. I had a study group tonight. I told you I'd be back late."
"So why'd the fuck you turn your phone off?!! Isn't the point of the fucking thing is to able to get in touch with you whenever I want!?"
"Whenever you want?" Sakurakouji frowned, "I didn't want any distractions. I guess it's a good thing I did turn it off. You would have been calling me the whole time through, wouldn't you?"
"... Distraction?..." Makio's face became blank and the shoulder squeezing officially became painful.
Sakurakouji's brilliance didn't help him think of something better to say to Makio or to understand the hand gestures from Kazu and Kuroi meant, "Get the hell out of there if you want to live."
The rumbling noise that started in Makio's chest and rose up out of his throat was somewhat disconcerting to Sakurakouji.
The shaking arms made him try again at getting Makio's hands off his shoulders.
The dangerous look that Makio gave him made Sakurakouji stop moving. Stop breathing. Stop thinking.
"Distraction?... I'm... a distraction?"
"Ah.. Makki...." Words were failing the ever eloquent Sakurakouji Jun.
Makio shoved Sakurakouji to the side, swearing, yelling, picking up things as he stomped around the room and throwing them against walls and the floor. Lamps, books, decorative vases - they were all victims to Makio's wrath.
Sakurakouji knew how this was all going to play out before it even started. This course of events had happened far too often to him to be unfamiliar with it. Sakurakouji, as a college student, has various obligations and duties which he could not shirk. Whenever these things made Sakurakouji busy and difficult to get a hold of, he'd comes home to find overprotective and overbearing Makio in a foul mood. And everytime, he couldn't help but push all the wrongs buttons, and he knows that it will end up with Makio taking out his anger on inanimate objects and --
"Makki! Stop it!!"
Sakurakouji, unable to control his own trembling, tears running down his face, grabs Makio's arm, poised and ready to throw another expensive looking item at the wall.
"Please," Sakurakouji hiccups, "... please stop, Makki."
Kazu and Kuroi, also familiar with the way these situations play out, excuse themselves from the room.
Makio, still looking angry, turns his attention towards Sakurakouji but doesn't say anything.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!! You're not a distraction! I just really had to study and I'm sorry I didn't check my phone!... So, stop now.. okay? Please?"
At any time, no matter what had just happened or what kind of mood he happened to be in, if you asked Makio what his favorite part of Sakurakouji is, he'd answer instantly back, "his eyes". So when Sakurakouji looked up at him, eyes huge, filled to the brim tears, pleading and guilt in his eyes, Makio dropped the item, pulled Sakurakouji close and rammed their lips together.
Makio pushed Sakurakouji backwards until he hit a wall. Securely trapped, there wasn't much Sakurakouji could do but go along with Makio, who had one hand up the back of Sakurakouji's shirt and the other rubbing up and down his thigh.
Makio broke their kiss, "Jun," he ghosted his lips across Sakurakouji cheek and whispered into his ear, "why do you insist on provoking me? Cut it the fuck out..."
Sakurakouji hiccuped again, "I'm sorry... I won't do it again. I really won't. I swear..."
He could feel Makio smile against his cheek, "Good."
**
Their night ended with sitting on the couch in Makio's room, eating purin and lounging around. Since he didn't have classes the next day, Sakurakouji had been willing to stay up a little later than he normally did. Makio had smirked at that and reached for Sakurakouji, who batted his hand away and re-emphasised the "little" part of 'stay up a little later'.
In the sitting room, picking up shards of lamps and vases and ruined books, Kazu wondered how many more times he'd have to clean up after Aniki and Sakurakouji's lovers spats.
Title: Black and Beige
Pairing: Makio/Sakurakouji
Rating: NC-17!
Sakurakouji's personal style revolves around khakis, a few pairs of jeans and soft colored oxfords and sweaters. Finding blacks or navy blues in hiw wardrobe is easier said than done, and those items were all gifts from Makio which he doesn't wear very often.
Makio is the complete opposite. His suits and 'casual' clothing come in a vast spectrum of black and navy blue. The only white to be found is his favorite tie (because it contrasts so well with the black shirts) and a pair of socks.
One respects and loves the other too much to bring up the point of taste in clothing with the other, so they let each other be.
Except for certain times when Makio runs into whatever room Sakurakouji is in, picks him and nearly throws him into the bedroom where black slacks and a shirt are laid out on a bed and shoes waiting patiently on the floor. But that only happens when some important yakuza guy is making a somewhat unannounced visit and Makio doesn't want sakurakouji sticking out too much.
Like right now.
Everytime this happens, Makio, in between screaming at his own group, carefully tells Sakurakouji the same thing as he did last time this happened: stay in the back, don't make eye contact with any yakuza from the other group, don't say anything, and if a fight breaks out, hide under a table or something - I'll come get you. He makes Sakurakouji swear to all the points, and once he's done, Sakurakouji leaves the room and stays in some random sitting room or reads a magazine in the kitchen until everyone who shouldn't be there has left. And lo and behold, nothing has every happened to him. Except for the routine of his day being messed up and having to wear a black, yakuza-esque suit for a few hours.
* * *
In the middle of reading an article about some corrupt government in another hemisphere, Sakurakouji hears the sound of a number of cars starting and then driving away - a sure sign that whatever 'meeting' was going on, it's now over. Sakurakouji leaves the kitchen, more preoccupied with Makio than remembering his magazine.
Said Boss is sitting in his office, hands in his face, muttering under his breath.
Sakurakouji walks up and leans over the opposite side of the desk, "Makki, what's wrong?"
He mutters something about retarded old people.
Sakurakouji comes around to the other side of the desk, putting his arms over Makio's shoulder from behind, "Eh, did he put you in a bad mood?"
"Fuck yes!"
Makio startles Sakurakouji by jumping up and slamming his fist down, hard, on the desk.
Sakurakouji gasps and reaches for Makio's hand, taking it off the desk and cradling it in his smaller hands, "Be careful! There's no point in taking it out on ourself. You can't help what other people do, so don't worry about it."
Sakurakouji is only able to check Makio's hands for bruises for a second before Makio pulls him into a tight embrace.
"What would I do without you worrying about me, Jun?"
"I'm not the only person who worries about you, Makki."
Makio shook his head, "You're the only one who worries about me. Everyone else worries about the Boss."
Sakurakouji was about to reply when the back of his legs bumped into the desk, and he wondered when Makio had moved him around like that. And without anymore warning than that, Makio's lips were upon his, demanding access. There were few people in the world that could stand up to Makio when he really wanted something, so Sakurakouji relented, gave Makio that entrance and gasped when a leg slipped between his and started rubbing back and forth. The arms around his midsection pulled at his shirt, untucking it, and sliding underneath, a finger dipping underneath the line of his pants every so often. Makio pushed himself closer to Sakurakouji, who spread his legs wider to give Makio room. All Sakurakouji was able to do was cling to Makio, writhe in his arms and make little moan-gasping noises. Makio's hands kept rubbing and pinching, his lips kissing and sucking, his hips rolling into Sakurakouji's.
"Makki, uh, we can't... here, ah.."
Makio brought his lips up from the junction of Sakurakouji's neck and shoulder to his ear, barely whispering, "No one is stupid enough to come in. Make all the noise you want, I don't mind. Let them all know that I'm the only one who can do this to you."
Sakurakouji was about to make a complaining comment about Makio's possessive tendancies, but the hand that worked itself into his pants and started rubbing him through his underwear changed that to a throaty moan and intensified rolling of his hips. Sakurakouji looked up at Makio, wet, swollen lips, red cheeks, clouded eyes, and the Boss lost what left of his control.
Makio growled, lifted Sakurakouji up the tiniest bit and then pushed him backwards onto the desk. Too excited and worked up to be thinking coherently, Makio pulled and swore at Sakurakouji's belt trying to get it unbuckled, while Sakurakouji laid back, breathing deeply and moaning quietly whenever Makio's hands brushed against his crotch. The belt finally came lose and in one swift movement, Makio pulled Sakurakouji's pants and underwear off. Having learned from experience, Makio's own belt came off much faster. He opened his pants just enough to bring himself out, and then took to pulling open and slamming closed every single drawer of his desk, swearing the whole time. It was clear he wasn't finding what he wanted, so Sakurakouji reached down for one of Makio's hands and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking each finger thoroughly. Their eyes never broke contact, Makio's hips rolling a little bit, Sakurakouji's eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the moment. Makio could only take so much of Sakurakouji's wanton looks and sucking at his fingers, so he pulled them away from Sakurakouji's mouth and brought them to his hole. The simple of knowledge of what was to come made Sakurakouji moan, loudly, and raise his hips. Makio smirked and pushed the first of his fingers in, his other hand playing with Sakurakouji. He moved his fingers around a little, rubbing at Sakurakouji. The second finger elicted another loud moan and a third finger brought quiet, near sobbing pleas for more, for Makio.
Makio removed his fingers, and slowly started pushing himself in. Sakurakouji gasped and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get as used to the feeling of Makio filling him as quickly as he could, knowing that even in such a mood, Makio wouldn't move before Sakurakouji was ready for it. Once fulling seated, Makio exhaled deeply and leaned down, kissing Sakurakouji softly all over his face - brow, cheeks, jawline, lips. When Sakurakouji started twitching in his arms, his hips moving the tiniest bit, Makio knew he'd settled, so he pulled himself out and then thrust back in, repeating the action over, and over again. Sakurakouji was making more moaning noises, but he was biting down on his fingers, trying to muffle their sound.
Makio noticed this, and in retaliation, he stopped the movements of his hips, but not pulling out, and yanked Sakurakouji's fingers out of his mouth. He leaned down, very close to Sakurakouji, and asked calmly, "What are you doing, Jun?"
Sakurakouji cried out at Makio's stillness, "Ah, Makki! Don't!... Don't just.. stop!"
"Why were you doing that, Jun?"
"Makki, don't be cruel." Sakurakouji sniffled a little, "It's embarassing out here... It's your office... Any one could walk by."
Holding Sakurakouji's hands down against the desk, Makio smirked, "Don't be such a prude, Jun."
And with that said, Makio returned to thrusting in and out, encouraging Sakurakouji to voice his pleasure, and when he did, Makio would reward him with caresses and kisses.
Sakurakouji could only last for so long though and was soon enough exhausted, spent and laying back on the desk, breathing deeply while Makio continued to take his pleasure from his younger lover. Makio leaned down, forehead against Sakurakouji's, pumping in a few more times, before he tensed, relaxed and then half collapsed on Sakurakouji. They both took a few minutes to catch their breath and come down from their sexual highs.
"What.. brought all that on?" Sakurakouji finally asked.
"... You look really hot in black."
Sakurakouji scoffed a little, "God, you're obsessed with that color."