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Kazuichi hadn’t expected his night would go this way.
He’d been dragged out of the garage by Sonia and Gundham, insisting that he come with them to a concert. It was a pseudo class reunion of sorts; Ibuki’s first gig with her new band. A bunch of them were planning on showing up, Sonia had explained, and she couldn’t stand by and let Kazuichi spend his evening with a motorcycle while everyone else was out having a good time.
He’d finally agreed with a reluctant acceptance, changing out of his oil-stained jumpsuit and into something a little more respectable; a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He looked insanely underdressed compared to Gundham and a literal princess, but relief washed over him when they finally arrived at the venue.
“Hey, man!” It was Hajime that greeted them first, a drink in one hand and the other arm slinging around Kazuichi’s shoulders. He was dressed in nearly the same thing Kazuichi was, and it was quickly evident that his companions had overdressed for the occasion. “They finally managed to drag you away from all those engines!”
Kazuichi laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, well. It wasn’t easy.”
“I’ve encountered demonic vestiges less stubborn than he,” Gundham replied, looking Kazuichi over.
“Gundham! Let us go get some drinks!” Sonia said, grabbing hold of his arm. “Do you want anything?”
“Nah, I’m fine,” Kazuichi replied, waving them off. “You two have fun.”
Sonia flashed him a smile and Gundham offered… probably the closest thing to a smile that he could manage. The pair disappeared into the crowd and Kazuichi deflated at Hajime’s side. “Man, why’re there so many people here?” he moaned.
“When was the last time you got out of the house?” Hajime asked, quirking an eyebrow.
“Last week. Maybe.” Kazuichi furrowed his own brows, trying to remember. He had a bad habit of getting sucked into his work and going days without proper food or sleep, let alone leaving the garage for any solid human interaction. “Whatever, man. Where’s everybody else?”
Hajime sipped from his drink, then glanced around the crowded venue. “Fuyuhiko and Peko are by the bar, last I saw them. Mahiru needed to get a spot up close. Did you know she’s working as the band’s official photographer?”
Kazuichi hummed in response. “Good for her.”
“And then I saw Nekomaru and Akane off with Sakura and Hina earlier.”
“Whoa, the underclassmen are here too? Sonia wasn’t kidding about this whole ‘class reunion’ thing.”
Hajime’s features scrunched into confusion. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
Kazuichi shook his head. “Yeah man, you’re right. They’re just as much our classmates as the rest of ‘em. So, when’s this thing supposed to start?”
Hajime checked his phone. “About twenty minutes.”
“Right, okay. Enough time to scope out the joint, I guess.” Kazuichi pushed his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “What do you think, Hajime? Seen any cute girls?”
“I’m not answering that question,” Hajime replied. “And I can’t play wingman tonight. I’ve gotta go find Mikan.”
“Yeah, whatever, man,” Kazuichi replied, nudging Hajime with his shoulder. He’d hide his disappointment beneath a veneer of chill. It really had been forever since they’d last all gotten together. He saw Sonia and Gundham most weeks, but everyone else had gone their separate ways after graduation. Kazuichi hardly had any right to complain – he was the one that willingly locked himself in his garage for days on end as he poured over projects.
Hajime disappeared into the crowd and Kazuichi set off. He dropped by to check in on Mahiru after elbowing his way to the front of the room, then set his eyes on a nearby blonde. Yeah, she was just his type.
She wore a pink dress that perfectly accentuated her tits, and Kazuichi had to stop himself from staring directly at them. She was there to support her friend, she told him, the band’s drummer. She was smart and funny, and Kazuichi did his best to keep her attention. She didn’t seem to care much about cars or engineering, but he kept her engaged with a conversation about music. Everything seemed to be going well until her girlfriend arrived and threatened to kick his ass.
Kazuichi didn't need to think twice. He offered a quick apology and beat it, burying himself in the audience before the girlfriend got second thoughts and kicked his ass anyways. This was why he never left his garage.
“Kazuichi!” Sonia called as he slinked back to them. “Where have you been?”
“Nowhere,” he muttered. “It’s whatever.”
The lights in the room dimmed as he settled in beside Sonia, the noise of the crowd dropping to a whisper. A single spotlight hit the stage, and within a couple moments, Ibuki Mioda found herself illuminated. The Hope’s Peak alumni went wild before she even had a chance to speak.
“Woo hoo!” Ibuki cheered, one fist pumped into the air. “Ibuki loves the energy out here tonight! We’re gonna rock your socks off! Let’s hear everyone scream!” She turned her ear towards the audience. Everyone went crazy. Even Kazuichi cupped his hands around his lips and released a yell. He was here; better make the most of it.
“That’s the spirit! You better keep it up for the whole show. Thanks for coming out to see our debut performance! We’re gonna touch your souls with our music! Ibuki out!” She saluted the crowd, then stepped back from the microphone. The light dimmed again, and four shadows shuffled into place on the stage. Kazuichi cheered along with the rest of the crowd as the band took up their positions. The drummer counted a quick “1, 2, 3, 4” and then the stage was bathed in light.
Kazuichi squinted, trying to get a good look at the band. Ibuki had taken her place off to the side of the stage, hands moving frantically down the neck of a guitar. Their drummer and bassist were both unfamiliar to him, but they didn’t draw his eye anyways. No, his eyes were locked dead center on the lead singer. His throat suddenly felt incredibly dry.
He’d remember that red hair anywhere. The black shirt, denim jacket, and the white jeans so fucking tight that it was a miracle he could even move in them. His hair was shaggier than Kazuichi remembered, but they hadn’t seen each other in three years. Of course he’d changed somewhat.
“You tricked me!” Kazuichi hissed, turning to Sonia.
She gasped. “I would do no such thing!”
“You didn’t tell me that… he was in the band!”
“That is not tricking!” Sonia insisted. “That is just… leaving out some details.”
“You know how I used to… feel about him.” He whispered the word, embarrassed to even think about his high school crush on Leon Kuwata. “You too, Gundham! You’re not innocent here either, man!”
“I would never masquerade as an innocent,” Gundham insisted. “For after all, this whole deception was my idea.”
Kazuichi groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “I hate both of you,” he grumbled, turning on his heel.
“Where are you going?” Sonia called, reaching out for his arm.
“To get a drink,” he replied, shrugging her off.
Or maybe twelve.
What the fuck gave Leon the right to look so good up there? He was wearing the tightest pants that Kazuichi had ever seen, and he had to force his eyes from drawing towards the outline of Leon’s dick. Fuck him.
He downed a shot, left hand clenched into a fist as he stared down the bartender. It was better than looking at the stage. He couldn’t block out the sound of Leon’s voice, however, and Kazuichi hated the way that it rolled over him. He’d drown in Leon’s voice, if Leon would let him.
Another shot. He needed another fucking shot.
Kazuichi hadn’t thought about Leon in years. His crush on the younger student had been just that; a stupid crush that he had refused to think about any deeper. Okay, yeah, maybe he’d jerked himself off thinking about Leon more times than he cared to admit, but it had never gone any further than that. Leon Kuwata probably didn’t even know his name.
He knocked back another drink, the alcohol burning on the way down. He could just get suitably wasted and forget that all of this had ever happened, then return to his garage and his machines. They were all he needed. Fuck relationships, and fuck friends who didn’t tell him that his high school crush would be performing in such tight fucking pants.
“I’ll have another,” he muttered, shoving the shot glass back towards the bartender.
This was going to be a long night.
“Is he… okay?” Kazuichi was pretty sure that was Mikan’s voice, but his head was spinning. The concert had ended, the lights had gone up, and his friends had come looking for him.
He couldn’t count how many drinks he’d had, but it had probably been more than enough. At some point, he’d completely blocked out the singing and any thoughts of Leon Kuwata that had threatened to run through his mind.
But then he’d just continued drinking, and his thoughts had only grown in magnitude and perverseness. He reached down awkwardly to readjust himself in his pants, even with so many eyes on him.
“I’m fine,” he muttered, rising from the barstool. “I’m going backstage.”
“You should go home,” Hajime suggested, laying a hand on Kazuichi’s shoulder.
He merely shrugged it off. “Nah. Gotta go backstage.”
Sonia appeared at his side. “Kazuichi, no! You are garbage!”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Fuyuhiko’s voice. When had he gotten there?
“ Wasted,” Gundham translated. “And her words ring true. You have abandoned your senses to the crutch that is alcohol. The light within you has been stamped out by this most cruel mistress.”
“I’m fine,” Kazuichi assured them, pushing past Gundham. “There’s just something I gotta do.”
“Stop!” Sonia commanded. “Please! You will regret this tomorrow!”
He lifted his shoulders in another shrug. “Oh well,” he muttered. “Don’t wait up for me.”
The walk to the backstage area wasn’t easy. He’d had a bit more to drink than he’d intended, and his legs felt heavy. At least the place had mostly cleared out, so there wasn’t any crowd that Kazuichi needed to elbow his way around. He climbed the stairs carefully, clinging to the railing for dear life, then disappeared behind the curtain.
He nearly ran straight into Ibuki.
“Kazuichi!” she shouted, flinging her arms around him. “Rock and roll! You gotta come to the after party! It’s gonna rock! ” Her right hand thrust forward in the sign of the horns.
“Yeah, sure,” he replied, slipping out of her grasp. “Later, later.”
“Okay!” she chirped, waving as she walked backwards towards the door. “Thanks for coming!”
Kazuichi tugged at his white t-shirt, adjusting the crinkles. He probably still looked like shit, but he could at least put in somewhat of an effort. He stumbled over an electrical cord as he wandered the backstage area. Maybe Leon had already taken off? There was an after party, and he seemed like the kind of guy who was into stuff like that. He’d probably been the first to disappear, to make his way out into the crowd of adoring fans.
“Hey.”
The voice sent chills up his spine, causing Kazuichi’s breath to catch. He turned around. Leon was standing there, arms crossed over his chest, surveying him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not supposed to be back here.”
“Ibuki said it was okay!” Kazuichi replied without hesitation.
Leon’s quirked eyebrow rose higher. “You know Mioda?”
“We went to school together.”
Leon took a step forward. Kazuichi stepped back. “Yeah, okay. I thought you looked familiar.” He wagged his finger. “Ka… Ka-something, right?”
“Kazuichi,” he replied, hating the way that his voice cracked. “And you’re Leon Kuwata.”
Leon cocked his head to the side, teeth grazing his lower lip. Kazuichi felt arousal pool in his gut. “Shit, sorry. Were we friends or something?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t really remember you.”
“I–” What the fuck was he going to say? That he’d had a huge fucking crush on Leon back in high school? That he’d fantasized about him more times than he could count? Even drunk, that was far too embarrassing for Kazuichi to say. But he’d come all this way, and it would be even more embarrassing to turn around now.
With absolutely no sense of grace at all, he threw himself at Leon. Their lips collided, hard. They became a tangle of limbs, both stumbling awkwardly until Leon’s back hit the cement wall. Kazuichi pinned Leon there with his thigh, kissing him as if he’d never kissed before. His lips moved ravenously, reaching up with one hand to grab at Leon’s chin. It was only when Kazuichi pulled back for a gulp of fresh air that he realized Leon was staring back at him with wide eyes.
“What the hell?” Leon replied, tugging at his denim jacket.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Kazuichi breathed, propping one arm against the wall to keep himself from falling over.
“Do you always just go around kissing guys you’ve just met?” Leon muttered. “One of these days you’re gonna get arrested, man.”
Kazuichi paled. Shit. What the fuck had he just done? “H–hey man, don’t be like that!” He raised his hands. “It wasn’t like that at all!”
“Yeah, it was,” Leon replied, “but you’re lucky.” He leaned down, lips meeting Kazuichi’s ear. “It was fucking hot.”
His breath against Kazuichi’s ear caused all remaining blood to rush directly to his dick. “So now what?”
“You’re not gonna fucking blue ball me, are ya?” Leon asked. “You’ve gotta finish what you started.”
Leon grabbed Kazuichi’s collar in his fist and spun them in a tight circle. Kazucihi’s back slammed against the wall, his vision blurring from the mixture of alcohol and movement. He reached for Leon’s arm to steady himself, hand closing around a taut bicep. The arm of a pitcher.
Leon glanced down to his arm then back towards Kazuichi’s face. His mouth curled into an evil grin. He didn’t waste any time in bringing his lips back against Kazuichi’s.
The first thing he noticed was the piercing. It was a small bauble in Leon’s tongue, but it was hard to miss as it explored Kazuichi’s mouth. The metal ball ran along the roof of his mouth, sending a chill up his spine. He released a soft moan, tightening his grip on Leon’s arm.
“You like that?” Leon hissed.
“Yes,” Kazuichi whined, feeling his jeans growing immensely tight. “ Fuck, yes.” It was better than any fantasy he’d ever had, better than any teenage masturbation session.
Except for the fact that his dick wasn’t getting any action right now.
He leaned forward, beginning to grind slowly against Leon’s thigh. He was desperate for any sort of contact on his dick, and he didn’t care how embarrassing this looked. He needed to get himself off.
Leon pushed him back. “Patience,” he chastised. “Don’t touch yourself until I’m ready.”
“You’re a fucking tease,” Kazuichi complained.
Leon raised his shoulders in a shrug. “You started this,” he replied simply before moving in to kiss him again.
Kazuichi wished desperately that he was wearing his jumpsuit. He could have slipped his hands into his pockets and jerked himself off without anyone being the wiser. (He’d done it before. Not one of his finer moments, but he hadn’t been able to help himself). Instead, he had to suffer at the hands (or, rather, lips ) of Leon Kuwata. He rocked his hips lightly, trying to garner any bit of friction from his jeans that he possibly could. Leon didn’t seem to notice; he was too busy exploring Kazuichi’s mouth. Their tongues moved in synchronous motion, in a choreographed dance, Kazuichi chasing that damned silver ball around his own mouth.
His breathing quickened, his grip on Leon’s arm tightening until his knuckles turned white. He pulled back, panting. “You’re fuckin’ killing me.”
“What do you mean?” Leon asked with wide-eyed innocence. “It sounded like you liked it.”
“I need to jack off,” Kazuichi replied, hands already moving down to his jeans. “Just let me do it already.”
“Why?” Leon asked.
“C’mon man, I’m gonna cream my fuckin’ pants!”
“That’s not what I meant,” Leon replied. Without any further explanation, he dropped to his knees.
“H– hey man, what’re you doing?” Kazuichi tugged at his beanie as if that might help him disappear from existence.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Leon asked, hands already moving to the button on Kazuichi’s jeans.
“Wait, stop, stop.” He put his hands out, nearly smacking Leon in the face in the process. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Leon looked up, the ghost of a laugh on his lips. “You mean you came back here, threw yourself at me, then tried to dry hump my fucking leg like a dog in heat, and you’re a virgin.”
“Don’t say it out loud!”
“Well, what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?”
Kazuichi raised his shoulders in a shrug. “You were gonna slap me in the face or something?” He reached up to his cheek. “Wouldn’t be the first time. Or the second.”
Or the third.
“Christ, Kazuichi. I said you’d get arrested someday, didn’t I?” He shook his head. “Fine, if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”
“Wait, no!”
“Make up your fuckin’ mind,” Leon said with a roll of his eyes.
“I just gotta…” He trailed off, rolling his shoulders. He had to get out of his own head and just live in the moment. “A drink would be nice right about now.”
“The tequila wasn’t enough for ya?” At Kazuichi’s confused expression Leon rolled his eyes again. “I can taste it. Jesus, just how drunk are you?”
“Enough,” Kazuichi replied simply. “Wish it was more.” He could use some courage before his high school crush went down on him.
“If it were more, we wouldn’t be doing this,” Leon remarked. “I don’t do drunk hook-ups. And I definitely don’t take drunk guy’s virginities.”
“How many virginities have you taken?” Kazuichi asked, despite his better judgment.
“Enough,” Leon responded with a cocky wink. “About to be more.”
Kazuichi felt his heart lurch. “Okay, okay. Do it.” He pulled his beanie over his eyes. He couldn’t watch this without embarrassment flourishing in his chest, so maybe it was better to bury himself in his hat and pretend this wasn’t happening at all.
The zipper of his jeans slid down without any resistance, and he felt Leon’s fingers ghost over the bulge in his underwear.
“Colourful,” Leon remarked.
“Shut up,” Kazuichi mumbled in response, pulling his hat down further. Shit, when was the last time he’d had a shower? Was it bad that he couldn’t remember?
He jumped as the pads of Leon’s fingers pressed against his stomach. Every nerve in his body was on high alert and even the softest touch was enough for him to squirm. The denim of his jeans slid down his legs and then, slowly, his underwear followed.
The air was cool on his dick, and he resisted the urge to bring his hands down to shield himself.
“The carpets don’t match the drapes.”
“You’re staring at my dick and that’s all you have to say?” Kazuichi squeaked.
“Just an observation, man,” Leon muttered.
“You really thought my hair was natural?”
“Sure,” Leon replied. “Mine is.”
Kazuichi peeked one eye out from under his beanie. “Bullshit,” he mumbled, looking anywhere but at his exposed dick.
“Guess you’ll have to find out later. Now, why don’t we…” Leon trailed off, wrapping one hand gently around Kazuichi’s boner. “Start slow.”
A high-pitched whine escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. Leon’s hands moved deftly up his shaft, stroking him in one slow and fluid movement. Kazuichi had never been about slow; his masturbation sessions were always a personal challenge to see just how fast he could make himself come.
He tried to grab onto something to steady himself but found nothing but smooth wall behind him. “Fuck, man. Stop playing games,” he whispered through gritted teeth.
“I’m not gonna be your fucking pump and dump,” Leon said. “You’re gonna come when I say you can come.”
Oh fuck. Okay. That was hot. Kazuichi nodded his head, afraid that if he opened his mouth he’d say something too embarrassing to live down. He closed his eyes again, feeling every line on Leon’s palm as he continued stroking gently. It wasn’t easy to keep himself composed, and his legs shook as Leon traced a single finger down the underside of his shaft.
“Let’s take this somewhere else,” Leon said. “Before you fall on me and break something.”
Yeah, his dignity.
“C’mon, there’s a green room back here. Everybody already took off. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”
“Okay,” Kazuichi replied, voice shaky. “I just gotta–”
His words turned into a squeal as Leon picked him up onto his shoulder. “Shit! Warn a guy next time!”
“C’mon, isn’t this more fun?” Leon teased.
Despite how impressive it was that Leon could lift Kazuichi onto his shoulder with ease, Kazuichi wouldn’t exactly call his dick hanging out while it happened fun. “Just hurry up,” he mumbled, grabbing on tight to Leon’s jacket.
Leon moved them through the backstage area towards a small door. A handwritten sign declaring “green room” was the only thing that separated it from every other door in the venue. He wiggled the doorknob with his free hand, shoving both their body weights into the door. “Sorry. This damn thing’s always getting stuck.”
The door flew open, banging into a chair and nearly spilling a half-drank can of Pepsi onto the floor. “Don’t mind the mess,” Leon muttered, closing the door behind them with his foot and then moving to the couch.
He half-tossed Kazuichi onto it, his head bouncing off a dislodged spring. “Fuck!” A concussion would be enough to kill the mood.
Leon, however, either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t seem to care. He took off his jacket, tossing it into the corner to reveal a wide set of shoulders and a hint of ink creeping up from his chest.
“You’ve got a tattoo?” Kazuichi asked, hands moving to cover himself.
“I’ve got about six,” Leon said, settling on his knees between Kazuichi’s legs. “Chicks really dig ‘em.”
“They’re fucking hot,” Kazuichi agreed, not quite realizing what he was saying until the words had already passed his lips.
“ You’re fucking hot,” Leon whispered in response. “Lying there all shy like I wasn’t just jerking you off.”
“Stop it,” Kazuichi moaned.
“No.” Leon’s voice was low and husky as he captured Kazuichi in another kiss.
He wanted so desperately to reach down and touch himself, but Leon’s words had been clear. And fucking hot. If he was going to stake control over him then fine. But Kazuichi needed to do something else with his hands in the meantime. He reached up underneath the hem of Leon’s tank top, hands exploring up a toned abdomen until they found more metal.
Kazuichi pulled back from the kiss, breathless. “Is there any part of your body that isn’t pierced?”
Leon didn’t respond. Instead, he moved to Kazucihi’s neck, sucking gently at the soft skin there as he tugged at the hem of Kazuichi’s t-shirt.
“Off,” he whispered, voice commanding. Kazuichi released a small whine, but did as he was told. Together they peeled the shirt from the thin layer of sweat forming on his skin, then Leon’s hands moved lower. He slid Kazuichi’s jeans down from where they’d pooled awkwardly at his calves, until finally he was completely naked, lying exposed on some itchy old couch in the back of a dingy venue.
Nothing at all like his high school fantasies, and yet somehow so, so much better.
Leon shifted between Kazuichi’s legs, his blue eyes taking in every inch of Kazuichi’s body. A hunger seemed to flicker within them, and Kazuichi had to bite back a moan. Leon’s eyes moved down to Kazuichi’s feet, then finally back up to settle on his dick. He pulled off his own shirt, revealing the chest-to-shoulder tattoo and pierced nipples that Kazuichi had only been able to imagine before.
Then, without another word, he wrapped his mouth around Kazuichi’s dick.
He gasped, back arching. He forgot how to breathe for a long second as he felt Leon’s lips suction carefully around his boner.
“Jesus. Jesus.” He swore, hands curling into the itchy fabric of the couch. “Jesus Christ.” He was seeing stars. His hands had never felt this good. Nothing had ever felt this good. “If you don’t slow down I’m gonna co–”
The words died as Leon pulled his lips from Kazuichi’s dick, instead moving to lick sensually up the underside. There was that damned tongue piercing again, tickling against the sensitive skin. Kazuichi bucked his hips upwards. He moaned embarrassingly loud, but he didn’t have time to hide his shame. His hips bucked again. “You’re… too good… at this,” Kazuichi panted.
“I’ve had practice,” Leon replied, mouth still hovering hungrily over Kazuichi’s dick as he spoke. He kept eye contact as he moved down to take it fully into his mouth again and holy fuck Kazuichi had never been so turned on in his entire life. He began thrusting relentlessly into Leon’s mouth, begging for some sort of release, but Leon pressed one sturdy hand against his hip and pinned Kazuichi against the couch.
“Patience,” Leon chastised, words muffled by the dick in his mouth.
Kazuichi tried to relax, tried not to think too hard about the pressure building in his balls or the way that Leon’s tongue moved tantalizingly around his tip.
He tried to think of unsexy things – granny panties, potatoes, math homework, Gundham’s hamsters, Gundham.
It wasn’t much help. Every unsexy thought in his mind was superseded by the fact that Leon Kuwata was currently sucking him off, and he was damn good at it.
“I’m gonna–”
“No,” Leon commanded, mouth popping off of Kazuichi’s boner. “You’re not.”
“Dude, I can’t stop it. If I gotta come then I gotta come.”
“Not yet,” Leon said, reaching down for his impressively large belt buckle. “I want to come with you.”
“Oh.” How was every other sentence out of this man’s mouth so fucking sexy? “Well I don’t have any real experience with– you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!”
Leon, unsurprisingly, wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his pants. The surprising part was the bit of metal pierced through the underside of his shaft.
“You let someone go near your dick with something sharp ?” The thought itself made Kazuihichi’s skin crawl, but he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the look. “You’re fucking crazy, man!” Even as he spoke, his words held very little conviction.
“Chicks dig it,” Leon shrugged, kicking his pants into the corner with the rest of his clothes.
Kazuichi took that opportunity to take in the full sight of Leon. His shoulders were broad, a black tattoo of some sort swirling across his chest and down his right upper arm. There was something else small inked near his right hip – a music note, perhaps– and the briefest hint of something along his upper back. Softly toned abs led down to perfectly trimmed pubic hair and a slightly curved, circumcised dick. Kazuichi hated the way he stared at it, drool practically pooling in his mouth. Leon’s thighs were toned as well, and for a brief moment Kazuichi wondered what it would be like to be situated between them.
“You’re actually a natural fucking redhead,” he muttered instead, eyes drawing back to Leon’s boner.
“Told ya,” Leon responded, climbing on top of Kazuichi. “Now, are you gonna waste all your time staring or are you gonna get me off?” Their dicks pressed against each other, the cold metal of Leon’s frenum piercing sending a chill through Kazuichi’s entire body. “You don’t come until I say so,” Leon whispered. “Got it?”
“Got it,” Kazuichi responded, his voice breathy. Leon dipped down to meet their lips in a kiss once more, and he shifted his hips against Kazuichi’s. Their dicks rubbed against each other, creating the friction that he’d been so fucking desperate for. Kazuichi tried to focus on the kiss, but Leon kept grinding their lower bodies together. His entire attention was focused on his dick, and he pulled away from the kiss to nuzzle his face against Leon’s shoulder. He could hide there as Leon humped him relentlessly, his orgasm building and building.
“Not yet,” Leon murmured, and Kazuichi pressed his face harder into the soft skin. He nipped gently at Leon’s shoulder, and he could feel a moan of pleasure vibrate through Leon’s chest. He bit harder, every nerve ending in his body screaming for some kind of a release. Leon’s nipple piercings rubbed against Kazuichi’s own nipples, stimulating him even further.
“I’m gonna–”
“Not yet!” Leon commanded, voice firm yet breathless. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“What?” Kazuichi squeaked, his voice muffled by Leon’s shoulder.
“You heard me.”
Leon separated their naked bodies, Kazuichi staring with slight awe at the bruises and rings of teeth marks he’d left on Leon’s inked shoulder. Had he really done that? He didn’t have much time to think about it because Leon had his lips around Kazuichi’s dick within seconds. He’d been on the verge of an orgasm for the past ten minutes, being slowly edged by Leon’s dominant nature. Now, finally, he would be allowed release.
Leon moved relentlessly up and down Kazuichi’s boner, his other hand reaching down to jerk himself off in the process. When Leon moaned, Kazuichi felt the sensation vibrate up his entire body. His toes curled. Leon’s hand moved at a frantic pace, his body convulsing slightly with each full stroke of his dick.
“I’m gonna– Can I–”
With no word of resistance from Leon, Kazuichi finally allowed himself to come. His dick twitched, squirting cum into Leon’s mouth. For his part he kept going, swallowing even as his own orgasm overtook him, spilling out unceremoniously onto the couch.
Kazuichi’s vision blurred, then went black, stars flickering before his eyes as he came down from the best orgasm he’d ever had in his life. He fought to catch his breath as Leon collapsed on top of him.
“Fuck,” Leon murmured, burrowing into Kazuichi’s chest. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
“Uh huh.” He wasn’t capable of much more speech than that. He was still trying to figure out if this was all just a dream.
(If it was, he never wanted to wake up).
“We should clean up and get out of here before anyone comes looking for us,” Leon said, still resting against Kazuichi’s chest.
Kazuichi frowned. “I thought you said everyone had gone home for the night.”
“Owners still have to lock up,” Leon replied. “They’ll go looking for stragglers eventually.”
“Jesus. You mean someone could have walked in on us?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Kazuichi shoved Leon off his chest. “How many people have you brought back here?”
Leon offered Kazuichi a sly grin. “Enough. Now c’mon, man. You’ve got jizz on your leg.”
“And you got it all over the couch. Fuck, is that why this couch is so crusty?”
Leon didn’t respond, but Kazuichi didn’t like the look in his eye. He moved to the small vanity against the wall and grabbed a handful of Kleenex. He handed some to Kazuichi, then wiped any lingering cum from his stomach and the couch cushions. Kazuichi felt weak, still riding the after-effects of his orgasm. He wiped lazily at his leg as Leon shimmied back into his pants.
Once they were zipped and buttoned, he turned to face Kazuichi. “I remember you, ya know.”
“What?” he asked, brain still a bit foggy from a mixture of post-nutting and all the drinks he’d had earlier. “Don’t tell me you’ve got amnesia or something.”
“From high school,” Leon clarified. “I remember you. Not at first. You’ve cleaned up a bit. But I remember you. You caught my eye more than a few times.”
Kazuichi suddenly felt incredibly exposed on the couch. His hands moved down to cover his junk. “I thought you were too busy in high school screwing girls.”
“And I thought you were too busy in high school chasing skirts. You always did follow Sonia around like a lost puppy.”
Kazuichi’s cheeks burned. His crush on Sonia was better left in the past, especially now that they were such good, platonic friends. “A guy can have two interests, can’t he?” Kazuichi mumbled.
Leon grinned. “Sure. I wasn’t just screwing girls in high school.”
Maybe if Kazuichi had gotten his head out of his ass three years ago this whole thing could have happened a lot sooner. Not exactly what he wanted to hear while lying naked on some disgusting cum-couch.
“So, what now?” Kazuichi asked.
“We head to the after party.”
“And…?”
“And?” Leon repeated.
“And what about this? I don’t wanna be your fucking pump and dump.”
Leon smirked. “That was only third base,” he said, throwing Kazuichi’s jeans at him. He didn’t have the energy to deflect as they hit him square in the face.
“I’m a baseball player. I don’t quit until I’ve made a home run.”