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Chinen’s careful to not give anything away when he returns. Tries to move like he always does and pretend he doesn’t feel strangely tainted.
But Yamada’s eyes are black like a thunder storm and his tone is sharp like lightning strikes, and everyone can tell there’s something wrong.
Chinen leaves his official report. That their idea was effective and they can go on as planned. Yamada’s eyes don’t leave him for a second as he speaks, and he feels like the places he’s been touched glows visible on his skin. Itches and aches.
The meeting is cut short and next thing he knows, Chinen finds himself slammed against the wall of his own room so hard it almost knocks his breath out of him.
His arms are pushed against the wall above his head and Yamada’s hands wrap so tight around his wrists that it hurts, but Chinen doesn’t struggle, knows it’s just emotion and not violence.
Yamada sighs, exhaling the fury as he looks down at Chinen’s face, his black eyes falling shut as his hands lose their strength.
His forehead tilts against Chinen’s, hands slowly lowering to rest on his hips instead as another shaky breath is drawn, and Chinen’s eyes fall closed as well.
”Did you like it?” Yamada asks, voice so low it vibrates the air and leaves the threat hanging loud in the room.
Chinen thinks about lying, but he doesn’t lie to Yamada.
”Yes.” He breathes, only centimeters from Yamada’s lips, and even though he’s speaking the truth, nothing about being with Takaki felt as intense as he feels now.
Yamada’s fingers on his hips curl a little, his body tensing for a moment, but then a small, frustrated noise comes over his lips and he relaxes them again.
”But I thought about you.” Chinen says, whispers, because that’s also true.
Yamada just breathes for a moment, and Chinen doesn’t open his eyes, just inhales the blind jealousy Yamada’s trying to breathe out and relishes in it.
”I can’t wait to watch you kill him,” Yamada starts, and the hairs at the back of Chinen’s head rises at his tone, the boiling desire, and he opens his eyes to see Yamada’s black ones burning with hatred. ”Right in front of me.”
”I’ll do it any way you want me to,” Chinen promises, voice mostly breath as he carefully lets his hands move to Yamada’s shoulders, clutching at his shirt under the jacket and pushing up against him instinctively.
”I want it slow,” Yamada’s voice is close to a growl, and Chinen shudders because fuck he wants it slow too. ”I want him to bleed to death slowly, I want him to suffer and choke on his own blood. And I want the last thing he sees to be me touching you and you loving it.”
Chinen moans softly but desperately against Yamada’s lips, fingers curling in the fabric and he instinctively raises a leg to wrap around Yamada’s knee to pull him closer, so much closer because he needs him everywhere and he needs him now. ”Please.”
”I want him to know that every single time he touched you I was there to smooth it away, to make you forget it ever happened,” Yamada goes on, lost in his narrative as he grasps more firmly at Chinen’s hips, the battle bruise on his hip stinging but it hurts so fucking good. ”To erase him.”
”Ryosuke please,” Chinen tries again, pushing his hips up against Yamada’s rock hard erection and he wants it so bad, wants to be fucked so hard he forgets both Takaki’s and his own name. ”I just want you, I want you so much.”
”Not even an hour ago, was it?” Yamada asks, hisses against his ear and Chinen doesn’t care, just groans and twists a hand in Yamada’s hair, thinking that it’s disturbingly hot how he’s still sore and sticky from Takaki’s cock and all he wants is Yamada’s.
”Probably not,” Chinen agrees into Yamada’s hair, more or less wrapping himself around Yamada at this point.
Yamada growls and firmly pushes Chinen back against the wall, making him stumble. ”Take off your clothes.”
Chinen blindly starts shrugging out of his shirt, not needing to be asked twice, and he feels cold from the lack of contact, yet somehow his skin still burns under Yamada’s close scrutiny.
Those black eyes seem to stroke his skin where it’s revealed as he tosses the plaid shirt on the floor followed by his T-shirt, but when he sees Yamada’s searching gaze, he realizes he’s looking for marks.
”I didn’t let him leave anything,” Chinen speaks, and Yamada’s eyes snap up to his face, narrowing slightly.
”Good,” his voice is low and deep and Chinen shudders as his skin breaks out in visible goosebumps, but Yamada goes on like he doesn’t notice. ”The pants, too.”
Chinen opens his pants and starts pushing them down, feeling strangely exposed as Yamada’s eyes drink in every inch of skin that’s revealed.
Finally, Chinen stands naked before him, Yamada still fully clothed.
Yamada eyes him for another moment, before nodding his head towards the bed, reaching up to shrug out of his jacket.
It hits the floor with a heavy thud, and Chinen reaches out for him instinctively, fingertips barely brushing his cheek before Yamada catches his wrist.
”Hands and knees,” he orders, and Chinen scrambles to get onto the bed, his exposed erection twitching angrily at the tone, and he fists the sheets underneath him as he settles and pretends it’s Yamada’s clothes.
It’s only a second before Yamada touches him, but it feels like an age. Warm, scarred hands curl around his hips, and Chinen’s moan is desperate and loud as Yamada tugs his hips up, closer.
”Still wet…” Yamada comments, the fingertips not curled against Chinen’s bruise detaching, and he jumps as he feels a finger run down between his cheeks, collecting remnants of lube and come still left there.
Chinen’s breath stutters and he feels his arms starting to shake, but it’s more from want than physical exertion.
”Please Ryosuke,” he asks, not sure what he’s asking for, but he wants anything Yamada wants and more.
”Mm,” Yamada hums, and the weight of the bed shifts as his hands move, running over skin to grasp Chinen’s ass cheeks and spread him embarrassingly open.
Chinen hangs his head and squeezes his eyes closed, pretending he’s not blushing furiously, and his entire body jerks as he feels a soft kiss pressed against the sensitive skin clutched in Yamada’s hand.
Then there’s a breath, and a hot tongue runs up the cleft of his ass, causing a desperate cry to escape his throat and his hips tries to thrust back, stopped by Yamada’s firm grip.
”Oh fuck, fuck,” Chinen chants as his hole clenches under Yamada’s tongue swirling around it slowly, and his arms give out, causing him to fall forward.
His next moan is muffled by the sheets as he leans his forehead against his arm, the new position seeming to spread him open even wider with his ass in the air.
Yamada doesn’t stop, carefully lapping up any substance that may remain, tongue continously teasing at his rim but never breaching through, and Chinen desperately tries to push back without result.
He fists the sheets and even bites into them to release some of his frustration and muffle his desperate noises, the idea of Yamada willingly eating him out when Takaki’s come is still inside him making his erection throb so heavy between his legs he feels like he might come untouched.
Finally, Yamada’s fingers clutch even tighter at the flesh of his ass and spreads him impossibly wider, tongue pushing past the ring of muscles just a tiny bit.
Chinen moans desperately into his own arm and whispers pleas in between, but he doesn’t even know if Yamada hears him.
One hand leaves his ass and a fingertip presses against his hole along with that tongue, and somehow the image of Yamada licking his own finger inside him is almost as hot as the jolt of heat the actual sensation sends through him. There’s still remnants of lube and come, and Yamada pushes his finger inside easily, going in as deep as he can while his tongue teases at the rim.
”Ryo- Ryosuke-” Chinen tries to lift his head enough to ask for something, some relief, and his bangs are sticking to his face and his cheeks are burning, but he can’t get words out as Yamada’s tongue once again pushes past his opening to delve inside.
Then Yamada hums a sound of acknowledgement, like a soft encouragement for him to go on, and it sends a vibration throughout his entire body that causes something more like a scream to pass his lips. His stomach coils tight with heat and his balls tighten, and he’s so close he can taste his orgasm, but then Yamada’s tongue withdraws, only a single finger remaining.
A soft kiss is once again pressed against his ass cheek and he whines in disappointment.
”He doesn’t taste very good,” Yamada’s low voice brushes over the skin of his lower back and Chinen shudders, his cock seeming to twitch with every word. ”Not like you. But you must know that. You’ve sucked his dick before, haven’t you?”
Chinen can’t reply, gasping for breath as Yamada slips another finger inside him, far too easily. He feels a drop of precome drip onto the sheets.
”Haven’t you?” Yamada repeats, the hand still holding onto his ass squeezing hard and his voice is harsh.
”Yes,” Chinen gets out, mostly responding to the way Yamada’s fingers spread slowly inside him.
”Bet he loved that,” Yamada says under his breath, shifting a little and Chinen can feel his ripped jeans rub against the back of one of his thighs.
He can’t think of anything but how much he wants to kneel before Yamada and kiss every inch of skin he can reach through those rips in the fabric. Takaki’s dick feels like a distant memory from another lifetime.
He’s about to say something, try to say something, but then a third fingertip starts inching inside him and he simply gasps for breath.
”I have half a mind to just take you like this,” Yamada tells him, voice rough and the arousal is heavy in his tone, making Chinen whimper. ”Raw and hard.”
”Please, please, I- So close-” Chinen gets out, but Yamada’s lips press a kiss against his spine as the third finger teases at his prostate, and once again he loses his speech.
”But I promised I’d never hurt you,” Yamada says under his breath, and Chinen’s heart does something uncomfortable while his stomach tightens up again, another drop of precome teasing at the head of his erection.
Chinen’s gasping for breath as Yamada spreads his fingers inside him, knowing exactly where and how and how much in a way Takaki could only dream of, and he feels the heat in his stomach coil so much tighter, before Yamada pulls his fingers out.
He clenches desperately at nothing, groaning in frustration at the orgasm once again escaping him, and Yamada’s responding chuckle makes heat prickle over his skin again.
”Don’t sound so disappointed,” Yamada tells him, and Chinen gasps at a breath of hot air brushing against his still clenching hole before Yamada steps off the bed. ”I thought you wanted my cock.”
”Yes,” Chinen breathes out, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to be patient because he knows what’s coming and that it’s worth waiting for. ”Please.”
He hears the drawer being opened, hears the clicking of a cap and the metallic teeth of Yamada’s fly being lowered, the rustle of clothes, and he shifts, leaning his forehead against his arms as he tries to just keep breathing.
Then there’s two slick fingers pushing into him again and he practically growls as his hips push back, cheeks burning hot at how easily those fingers slip in and out, quickly withdrawing as Yamada seems to realize the same thing.
Yamada’s soft breath of pleasure that follows makes Chinen’s hands fist the sheets so hard his knuckles turn white, and he wants to get up, turn around and do everything for Yamada, but the thought only lasts a moment.
Fingers curl around his hips once more and there’s a blunt, wet pressure against his hole that easily breaches through the initial resistance. Chinen cries out and pushes back as Yamada starts pushing into him with a low moan that makes the hairs at the back of his neck rise.
It’s slow but firm, filling him up with a steady pace no matter how much Chinen shifts and squirms for him to go faster, and it’s frustrating and amazing at the same time.
Takaki may be longer but Yamada’s thicker and it just feels right, the stretch breathtaking as he fills him up to his limit and past.
Chinen squeezes his eyes shut and tries to keep breathing, his breath causing a moist stain on the sheets as he strains to hear Yamada’s laboured breaths.
Then the first thrust comes, Yamada pulling out quite a bit before slowly going back inside, making Chinen whimper from how he can feel every inch tugging at his entrance.
”More,” he asks, voice ragged and Yamada’s fingers tighten on his hips reflexively, a soft noise finding the air and Chinen wants to cry with frustration as Yamada replies.
”Wait,” he says, the single word a torture in itself, but his voice is breathy and beautiful in a way that makes his cock twitch angrily.
Yamada keeps going excruciatingly slow, like he’s trying to make sure Chinen feels every single motion, and it keeps him moaning pathetically into the wet spot on the sheets, fingertips starting to feel numb from holding on so hard to the fabric when a thrust goes all the way inside.
”Please,” he finally tries again, voice broken and desperate, and Yamada finally complies, immediately offering a swift, hard thrust.
Chinen’s cry as heat rips through his body covers any other sounds that might have been, and he doesn’t notice he held his breath before the next thrust forces it back out, a low burning spreading through his body from his abdomen.
Yamada’s hands tug at his hips, hoisting him up a little more, making Chinen’s arms slide backwards on the sheets as Yamada draws him up against him like he weighs nothing.
The next thrust hits his prostate dead on, and Chinen’s desperate noises stumble over themselves as his stomach tightens unbearably, balls pulling up once again, and then he’s coming.
His entire body tenses and his legs tremble as his cock spurts uncontrollably onto the bed, his own chest and even his chin as he gasps through the orgasm that seems to make all his nerves contract with pleasure. His vision blackens momentarily as he doesn’t know if he’s even breathing anymore, all he knows is how tightly he clenches around Yamada’s cock buried deep inside him like it’s all that grounds him right now.
Yamada’s shaky moan makes another wave of pleasure clash through his system, causing an upset twitch of his spent erection because he’s not ready to come again just yet even if his body wanted to.
The pleasure fades and he feels dizzy, limp, breathless and oversensitive, but Yamada just stays still inside him and waits.
Then there’s a warm hand on his shoulder, firm and strong and Chinen lets himself be pulled up, unable to help much, but Yamada manages to tug him up onto his knees on his own.
Chinen groans at the little twitch of Yamada’s hips at the change of position, finding his back against Yamada’s clothed chest as an arm wraps around him, his head leaning back against Yamada’s shoulder.
Yamada’s forearm spreads the come around on Chinen’s stomach but he doesn’t seem to care, his other hand coming up to stroke back Chinen’s hair and tilt his head.
A light kiss is pressed against his sweaty temple, and Chinen moans softly at the gentle touch, his thighs a little shaky and he knows that if Yamada let him go, he’d collapse on the bed.
”You’re perfect,” Yamada whispers into his ear, lips running from his temple to his ear and then to the side of his neck, and Chinen doesn’t care how sore and sensitive he is, he just wants Yamada.
He makes a soft noise in reply, raising a shaky hand to find Yamada’s face, brushing unnecessarily against soft skin before guiding him up a little.
Chinen’s lips part even before Yamada’s touches his, and he doesn’t care one bit where his mouth has been as they finally kiss.
Yamada’s hips shift forward and Chinen whimpers into the kiss, a somehow more intense heat starting to pool in his stomach while he still feels so oversensitive he wants to squirm away.
Yamada smiles against his mouth and breaks the kiss far too soon, the hand still stroking his hair carefully tilting his head to the side.
Yamada’s kiss to his neck is hotter now, lips parted and a hint of a wet tongue against his skin, and Chinen’s tired cock twitches in interest as the heat increases in his stomach.
”Fuck,” he whispers, unsure if it’s appreciative or resigned as Yamada works his way along his neck while rhytmically rolling his hips the barest amount.
Yamada’s arm wrapped around his waist is tight but Chinen can feel him tighten it whenever he pushes deeper inside him, feels his breaths stutter between kisses and he wants more.
Chinen lowers a hand to place it over Yamada’s around his waist, raising the other to cup Yamada’s cheek.
”Let me lie down,” he asks, voice still a little broken and he tries to clear his throat, but Yamada’s hips instinctively push deeper into him and he ends up stuttering a gasp. ”Fuck!”
Yamada breathes a shaky laugh against the area just below his ear, then gently bites at the skin before he pulls back.
Chinen’s not prepared for the sensation as Yamada pulls out of him, crying out at the mix of pleasure and overstimulated pain, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt so empty as he clenches so tightly around nothing that it almost hurts.
Yamada helps him lie down because he can’t seem to control his legs, thankfully choosing a less stained spot, and Chinen sighs in relief when he finally settles on his back with his head on a pillow, his limbs finally relaxing.
But then he looks up at Yamada crawling onto the bed, at his sweaty bangs and pink cheeks, parted lips and dark eyes.
He’s still dressed apart from his open pants, just pushed down enough to suffice, and his cock is thick and hard as it stands up in an angry red shade. Chinen’s mouth seems to water and he desperately reaches up for Yamada, catching a hold of his T-shirt and tugging him down, necklaces clirring as they smack against each other.
”Fuck me,” Chinen demands, his voice capacity less impressive than he’d like, but the visible flash of heat in Yamada’s eyes makes it okay.
”Already?” Yamada asks, voice thick with arousal but the concern is still fighting its way to the front of his mind, and Chinen tugs him even closer, spreading his legs for him to fall between.
”Just do it,” Chinen tells him, then kisses away Yamada’s responding smile to keep him from talking.
The kiss gives away Yamada’s state of arousal more than anything, and it’s messy and breathy and mostly tongue, but Chinen loves it.
Finally, Yamada grabs his thigh and then he’s pushing back inside Chinen, making them both moan into the kiss, and Chinen’s head falls back as he feels right again. Not so empty.
He forces his eyes back open to look at Yamada, finding his eyes shut and lips parted as he bottoms out once more, his fingers scrunched up in the sheets next to Chinen’s chest.
He’s so beautiful Chinen wouldn’t mind dying right here and now, and the sensation of overstimulation is gone, his cock slowly hardening again as Yamada tries out another thrust.
Chinen gasps at the sensation, and Yamada sits back a little, grabbing Chinen’s thigh more properly to hoist it up, improving the angle.
He sets a quicker pace this time, his patience clearly waning as his sounds get more desperate, and Chinen reaches up, pulling him down by his necklaces.
He gets in one kiss to Yamada’s lips and tastes a delicious moan, but then lets Yamada back up a little, fisting a hand in his hair to keep him as close as he can without ruining his pace and angle.
Every rough thrust sends a low burning through Chinen’s exhausted nerves, the sensation heightened compared to the first time, but Yamada’s pleasure is what brings him closer to the edge much faster than he anticipated.
Yamada’s less gentle than he probably would like, but he’s moaning at every thrust, his eyes fluttering from open to closed and back again, and Chinen sees how close he is.
He shifts his hips up a little as Yamada’s pace gets quicker, more shallow, and he surprises himself at the cry that comes out when Yamada hits him dead on, sending a strike of lightning through him.
Yamada’s breathy groan is an echo of his own noise, and his thrusts gain a little more force, making Chinen slide against the sheets, and he raises an arm to catch himself against the headboard, fisting the other hand tightly in Yamada’s hair.
Yamada’s longest necklace pools on Chinen’s chest as he hangs his head, noises reaching a pitch he’d never admit he can, and Chinen shudders in anticipation because he knows.
He uses his grip on Yamada’s hair to pull him up a little, pressing another desperate kiss to his lips, but Yamada immediately falls out of it as his hips stutter and a gorgeous, final moan comes across his lips.
He pushes in deep and Chinen feels him come throughout his entire body, straining to feel every little twitch of his cock inside him as he reaches up to stroke back Yamada’s hair with both hands.
Yamada makes a little whimpering noise as Chinen involuntarily clenches tightly around him, and Chinen shifts up instead as Yamada collapses onto his chest, rubbing his erection against Yamada’s clothed stomach.
”Ah fuck,” Yamada mumbles, voice ragged and Chinen wraps both arms around him to keep him close, petting his hair.
If his erection wasn’t rock hard and leaking again, he wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.
But Yamada straightens back up, forcing Chinen to let go of him, and pulls out carefully, pulling some fluid back out along with him, and Chinen groans, clenching reflexively like his body wants to keep it inside.
His brain argues that if there’s any come that’s supposed to leak out of him, it’s Yamada’s.
Then he cries out as a confident hand wraps around his erection, squeezing a little too tightly before stroking with perfect pressure.
Chinen barely feels the kiss to his chest, the tongue lapping up a stain of come, because the burning in his belly is too hot.
He comes embarrassingly fast, pulsing over Yamada’s hand in a much more controlled way, and his second orgasm is more like a whiplash; scorchingly hot and over in a second, but the heat lingers in his veins and he feels exhausted.
He opens his eyes, unaware when he closed them, and finds Yamada watching him with an adoring look in his dark eyes, absently licking come from his fingers like it’s only for convenience, and Chinen’s cock twitches almost painfully.
”Stop that,” Chinen demands in a groan, but his voice is breathy and weak. ”I can’t come again.”
Yamada’s eyebrow rises and a mischievous look sparkles in his eyes, but he obediently wipes his hand on the sheets instead. ”Are you sure about that?”
”No,” Chinen confesses immediately, once again reaching up for Yamada to pull him close. ”Don’t test me.”
Yamada lies down next to him on the bed, looking at his face with a teasing smile that is unbelievably cute considering where this started. ”I’ll give you a minute.”
Chinen crawls closer to him, not caring about stains and filth as he snuggles up against Yamada’s chest, wrapping a leg around his to hold him close. He feels some more come leak out as he does, and it makes a low noise form at the back of his throat.
”Just stay,” he asks, and Yamada’s arm wraps around his waist to hold him close, his chin leaning on top of Chinen’s head.
”Wasn’t going anywhere,” he promises, despite it only being early evening and a lot of planning is left.
There’s a comfortable silence for a couple long moments, and Chinen breathes in the scent of Yamada’s somewhat sweaty T-shirt, thinking about how perfect he is.
How even if Takaki’s offer for another life was tempting, he’d never want to live it with anyone else than the man before him.
”I love you,” he mumbles into Yamada’s sternum, and he feels the arm around him tighten as Yamada draws a long, slow breath.
”I love you,” he replies into Chinen’s hair, before he goes on, uncharacteristic vulnerability in his voice. ”Never leave me.”
Chinen lifts his head to look at him, finding the hint of fear in Yamada’s eyes that was covered by jealousy before.
He tilts his head and kisses Yamada’s throat gently.
”He’s promised me everything,” he says, sharing more of what Takaki says to him than he ever has with Yamada before. ”But I already have it.”
Yamada’s arm tightens once more, and his free hand comes up to stroke back Chinen’s bangs from his face, before placing a finger under his chin and tilting his face up.
The lingering kiss says everything Yamada doesn’t speak, and Chinen almost wants to cry with how strongly he feels their promise to each other.
As long as Yamada’s here, he has something to live for. He wouldn’t leave him for the world.