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April 20th 1985
There was only a sliver of burning orange on the horizon, like the last flames of a matchstick, slowly fading into nothing but crumbling ash. It slowly shrouded the room in the grays and blues of dusk, replacing the warm, comforting colors of sunset. The sweet taste of watermelon still lingered on Majima’s tongue, a bitter reminder of the summer neither of them will ever have again.
Majima sighed. The air was still too stuffy, weighing him down as he laid his head on Saejima’s chest, listening to the slow beating of his heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Like the ticking of a clock, counting down.
They were on stolen time. Saejima had to get back to Yasuko –Majima wouldn’t want to take away their last moments together– And tomorrow, everything will change.
But tonight, Majima could raise his head and look into Saejima’s eyes, study the lines of his face, aged by responsibility. He could enjoy the boyish glint that still shone through when their gazes locked and Saejima smiled, bringing a warm hand to Majima’s face.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. Matter of factly, like it wasn’t the weirdest thing he could have said right then.
Majima cackled, high pitched, loud, and what most people would call ugly. Not Saejima.
“Me? With this big ass nose and bony ass…?” he laughed, raising a brow at the man looking up at him with the softest, warmest eyes.
“Yes, you. With the big ass nose. The ass is only a bonus.”
Saejima kissed it, a soft little peck on the curve of his nose, that lingered for an embarrassingly long moment. Majima huffed dismissively, though he was unable to hide the smile playing on the corner of his lips.
“Do you think they'll put us in the same prison?” he asked instead, to change the topic.
“I don't know.”
“I hope so. I’ll play your prison bitch. It’ll be fun.”
Saejima laughed, low and rumbling, burying his face in Majima's neck like he wanted to breathe him in. His hands squeezed his naked ass, thumbing the ink there as if he could smear it around like fresh paint.
“You’ll have to keep quiet in there to not wake everyone up…” Saejima said while he pressed lazy kisses up Majima's throat, unable to help himself from sneaking in a gentle bite, but making sure not to leave marks.
Majima could go on a tangent again about how unfair it was that Saejima couldn't cover him in marks and grab his ass in public, but did it really matter anymore? Neither of them are going to be in public for a very long time. Maybe never again.
So instead, he snickered, tilting his head back to give him more access to his skin to kiss. Saejima took advantage of it greedily, licking a long stripe up the curve of his neck before kissing the most sensitive spot below his jawline.
“I don't know if I can, Kyoudai…” Majima sighed dramatically.
“I like how loud ya are. Want to enjoy it one last time,” Saejima admitted, his breath hot and heavy against Majima's ear as his kisses continued to travel upwards.
“No objections here. I can keep going until you have to go,” Majima grinned, shifting his hips a little to reveal that he was already hard again, despite everything they had done earlier.
“Insatiable…” Saejima murmured.
His warm hands squeezed his ass, spreading his cheeks which caused cum to slowly dribble down his thighs, making Majima shiver, needily pressing back against Saejima’s index finger circling his hole.
“You don't gotta prep me again,” he said, sitting up properly and lining up Saejima's dick. “Fuck–” he cursed when he lowered his hips, still slick inside from Saejima's cum. “You’d think I would get used to the size of ya by now…”
“We can do somethin’ else if it hurts,” immediately Saejima offered, both hands grabbing Majima's waist to keep him still, eyes filled with concern.
“And you’d think that by now, you'd get it through your skull that I like it when it hurts…” Majima grinned again, forcibly rolling his hips down until he was seated fully on top of Saejima. Clearly, he wanted to reply with his own remark, but all he could do was squeeze him tighter, brows knitting together in pleasure.
Majima loved the expressions Saejima could make. For such a big, brute looking man to make a delicate face of pleasure like that… It was nothing short of beautiful. So he did it again, and again, until he was bouncing on Saejima's cock like his life depended on it.
Every inhale was a short little gasp and exhale a loud moan, until Saejima squeezed him with enough force to break him out of his daze, bringing him to stop for a moment.
“S-slow down…” he breathed, thumbing Majima's bony hips.
“Why?” Majima asked, leaning forward to be a little closer as he grinned devilishly down at Saejima, gold chain dangling in front of their faces.
“You’re going to make me come in less than a minute like this, let me enjoy it a little longer. Come on..”
It was so easy for Saejima to roll them over, making Majima land on his back with a thud, eyes wide in appreciation of his best friend's shameless display of strength.
Saejima had always been so ridiculously strong. Majima had been hooked since the first time he saw him fight, how could he not? He had always been drawn to strength after all, that's why he walked this path. It was an honor to walk it with Saejima.
“Like this,” Saejima whispered, bringing Majima back into the present where he was slipping back inside, slowly, so slowly.
“A-ah , but–” Majima protested, even though his body was melting like butter in Saejima's gentle grip. “What's the fun in that?”
It made Saejima laugh as he gently lifted one of his legs to rest on his shoulder, pressing a kiss on his knee. “Stop complaining.”
For once, Majima did.
Maybe because Saejima was holding him like he mattered, maybe because he kissed him like he wouldn't rather be anywhere else.
Majima threw his head back, lips parted in drawn out whines at each slow drag of Saejima's hips.
“Kyoudai–” he muttered, at a loss for words. He usually knew what he wanted and demanded it very loudly, but right now he couldn't tell if he wanted more of this, or less, or… closer.
He wrapped his arms around Saejima's shoulders, pulling him down until they were breathing the same air, just as the last few lingering rays of light disappeared behind the horizon, leaving them shrouded in the misty darkness of Majima's apartment that smelled like beer and instant noodles.
Saejima continued the slow, almost lulling rolls of his hips, deep, but never fast or rough, simply enjoying the closeness and Majima's body that wrapped around him like someone was going to take him away any moment.
“I don't think I ever want to be apart from you. You make me feel like anything is possible,” Saejima said suddenly.
It made Majima open his eyes, his cheeks feeling much too hot for comfort. At least it was dark enough to not feel completely exposed,
“What are you even talkin ‘bout…” he grumbled.
“You.”
Majima clicked his tongue, averting his gaze. Saejima was such a big softie. Unbelievable. It was their last day out though so maybe…just maybe it was okay to talk nonsense. Only a little.
“I also think you are beautiful, I guess,” he huffed, recalling how casually Saejima was able to say that earlier.
It really wasn't like them. They fucked because they were young and horny and they fought because it was what kept them alive and food on the table.
Still, Majima couldn’t deny that tonight had a sentimental air to it, the finality of it all.
Saejima chuckled, that sweet, low rumble again. “Do ya now? Look at me.”
It was hard to swallow and force himself to breathe when Majima let their eyes meet again. Even in the dark, the only light coming from somewhere in the other room, he could see Saejima clearly, already having every line on his face committed to memory. Especially his eyes, always holding a fire within them, that Majima just knew could burn the whole world down is Saejima so chose to.
“Yes. Fucking gorgeous actually.”
“You’re losing the kansai-ben,” Saejima laughed.
“Fuck that,” Majima laughed along, treading his fingers through Saejima's hair. “Don't feel like I have to put it up when it's just you and me.”
Saejima kissed him, deep and slow. He started moving again too, making Majima's lips part with a moan so he could slip his tongue inside shamelessly and taste him.
When he pulled away, he reached for the nightstand to click on the light, making Majima wince, despite it really not being that harsh of a light. He just felt overly sensitive somehow.
“Let me see and hear you,” Saejima hummed, hugging Majima’s thigh to his chest tighter, slipping in even deeper somehow and grinding his hips in those agonizing little circles that sent static shocks all throughout Majima's body.
He gasped, exposing his throat for Saejima to kiss again. His lips lingered, right above his Adam’s apple where it resonated with every moan he made.
“K-kyoudai…I really can't–” he whined again when Saejima pulled all the way out, only to slowly rock forward instead of slamming into him with force like Majima expected. “My patience is finite,” he huffed.
“Really? Haven't noticed.”
“Stop messing with me already!”
Saejima exhaled a hot puff of air against his throat before pulling back a little, grabbing both of Majima's thighs and folding them up to his chest easily.
God, he could snap him in half anytime he wanted.
“Okay… ‘s this what you wanted?” Saejima asked as he rose to his knees, aligning himself once again.
Now, this position was more what Majima was used to and craved, so he nodded enthusiastically, until Saejima was finally, finally slamming inside him like he wanted him to from the beginning.
Majima had to admit he enjoyed the slow and sweet a little more than he expected, but now he simply had to be plowed into the mattress. Was that really too much to ask for?
“Yes…fuck yes!” He gasped, clutching the bedsheets for any leverage knowing that once Saejima started to move there was no other option for him than to take it.
Quickly, the gentle grinding thrusts turned into feverish slaps of Saejima’s hips against his ass while he kept him in that press, both hands squeezing tight.
All Majima could do was chant “yes”, forcing his eyes open so he could see the gorgeous display of Saejima on top of him, muscles tight with effort and skin glistening with sweat. It was humid and stuffy, sticking all his long hair to his forehead and neck. Majima knew he probably looked similar, chest covered in sweat, making his freshly colored tattoo even more vibrant.
Saejima grumbled something he couldn't make out over his own moans, but he could still tell that he was close from the expression on his face.
“Come inside me like this,” he managed to say, though it came out more a whine than a command.
Suddenly, somehow, Saejima started fucking into him even more brutally, leaving Majima no chance to speak anymore, making him swear he could see stars slowly littering his vision.
He could feel the moment Saejima came, his hips stuttered and he let out a deep guttural groan. He came inside Majima like that was all he was good for, yet held him like he was his dearest possession and that combination was what really did it for Majima. He was nearly shaking, cock leaking relentlessly against his stomach, and lips trembling with his continued drawn out moans.
“Fuck, please…”
Saejima pulled out, but didn't let go of him, hips still in the air, folded over himself. Majima whined, too far gone to pretend he didn't need his dick touched more than anything.
Leaning over him, still panting, Saejima spread his cheeks, watching as cum gushed out when his hole twitched, before pressing his tongue against it.
“Wha–” Majima wanted to speak, but he was much too overwhelmed by the sight and feeling of Saejima's warm tongue against his ass, eating the cum right out of him. “Hn– I–” he attempted again, face even redder than before when Saejima was shamelessly complimenting him.
Even like this, Majima could tell that Saejima was suppressing a grin. He squeezed him tighter, sucking on his used rim. All Majima could do was release a choked up moan of embarrassment and pleasure.
It would probably have been enough to make him come untouched when Saejima glanced up at him, just as he pushed his tongue fully inside, but at the same time, he also finally wrapped a hand around Majima’s neglected dick. He stroked him quickly and precisely, despite the awkward position. Majima screamed and trashed, to no avail.
He came so hard the stars near the edge of his vision nearly took over everything, shooting cum straight onto his own face in such a position, with Saejima's tongue still prodding at his insides.
It was definitely the longest orgasm of his life. Even after it stopped, he still felt the waves of pleasure roll over him, making his thighs shake.
Saejima was gentle when he let go, and Majima unfurled, spreading out on the bed like a starfish.
“Holy shit,” he muttered. “That's so…wait no! Don't kiss me!” He yelled, swatting Saejima away who only laughed giddily, making a kissy face at him anyways. “You gotta wash your mouth, I'm not kissing you.”
“I'm kidding. Be right back.”
Left floating in bliss, Majima relaxed back against the sheets, trying to regulate his breathing and racing heart. Saejima returned shortly with a warm towel, cleaning him up gently.
Once he was done he flopped right back down next to him and Majima climbed onto his chest like before, giving him a peck on the lips. No hint of ass…he really did wash his mouth. Good.
“Just a little longer…” Majima mumbled, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
Strong arms wrapped around his torso, warm and safe and no more words were exchanged. There was no need to, everything between them was perfectly unsaid like this.
Majima truly, truly felt invincible too when he was with Saejima.
No matter if they were out in the streets getting their teeth knocked out, or if they were snuggled together in his bed, chest to chest, heart to heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Saejima's heartbeat was slowing down, so Majima had to gently nudge him awake, no matter how badly he wanted to fall asleep like this.
“Kyoudai, you can't fall asleep. Go home to Yasuko,” he whispered.
Rubbing his eyes, Saejima nodded, sitting up and slowly getting dressed, without saying anything.
Majima found no words that were grand enough for this moment, their very last before their lives would change forever.
“I'll see you tomorrow,” Majima settled on saying, walking Saejima to the door, still butt naked.
Sharing the softest kiss of the night, he ran his fingers through Saejima's hair one last time, holding him as close as possible.
“See you tomorrow.”