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If someone had told Touya that one day he would run away from his fake wedding with his best friend–now new fiancé–guess he would’ve laughed hard enough to hurt.
Keigo’s hand is warm against his, their fingers intertwined. He’s still smiling goofily. But at this point Touya can’t prove that he’s not wearing the same expression on his face.
They both jumped in a cab, not taking their hands off each other and probably grossing out their driver for the entire ride before stepping in front of a five-stars hotel.
“I have a reservation for Todoroki.” The receptionist blushes profusely as Touya asks for the key while Keigo slips his hands between Touya’s suit jacket and shirt, his breath teasingly brushing his neck.
Saying that Touya’s turned on would be an understatement.
The elevator’s doors barely close on them and he’s already latched on Keigo’s mouth, wedging him against the mirror.
“Someone’s eager.” Keigo has the audacity to chuckle when Touya tries–and miserably fails–to unbutton Keigo’s stupid shirt with one hand, the other one gripping their room's magnetic card. “Want some help, darling ?”
Touya pauses just enough to glare at him before giving up on Keigo’s shirt in favor of his fly. “You’ve got some attitude for someone who's already too hard to walk properly.” He adds proof to his allegation by pressing his palm against Keigo’s generous bulge, which instantly makes him stutter a filthy curse.
“Ah! Wonder which one of us will be able to sit straight tomorrow.” Keigo’s grin is insufferable, dangerous even. Yet Touya’s heart jumps in anticipation.
He’s been waiting for this moment for so long it makes him dizzy to finally be able to touch Keigo everywhere he wants. To be touched everywhere Keigo wants.
The elevator stops with a chime and when the doors open, Keigo pushes Touya in the hallway with the urgency of a death or life situation. They stumble clumsily to the right door, still joined by the mouths and Touya blindly fumbles the card on the pad until it clicks open.
This time, it’s Touya who gets pushed against the nearest wall as soon as it closes.
“Wanna fuck you so bad.” Keigo slurs, lips spit-glistening. Touya would’ve never imagined that this debauched look would look so good on him.
“Do your worst.” Touya’s laugh dies in a whimper. Keigo’s teeth are around his neck, biting a possessive bruise he left there back in the cab. Touya retaliates by fisting his blond hair, pulling him up. “But before that… take that damn shit off.” His other hand tugs impatiently at Keigo’s shirt.
Golden eyes dive into blue ones. Keigo smirks as he takes one, two steps backwards. “Yes, sir .” Then, he proceeds to make a show of undressing while Touya watches him with burning intent, following every single one of Keigo’s movements as if he was the one commanding them.
When Keigo’s pants and shirt fall on the lavish carpeted floor, Touya takes a moment admiring the view.
Keigo was born of the gods' clay and Touya wonders why he’d only dated uglier people. Maybe out of despair. Perhaps subconsciously hoping it could change his tastes.
All those sports sessions at the gym have paid off. Keigo’s always been rather thin, but that little extra muscle around his arms and legs are rather mouth-watering. He’s a bit more tanned than Touya, moles speckled here and there. But of course, what draws Touya’s blood south are the two pieces of gold metal shot in Keigo’s nipples. They’re decorated with blue rhinestones–hue matching perfectly with Touya’s eyes–stuck at each end of a barbell, a set of elegant chains connecting them.
“Like what you see?” Keigo crosses his arms on his chest. The jewels catch on the light and glint as he does–of course he did it on purpose–and Touya feels like abandoning himself to primal instincts.
Next thing he knows, he pounces on Keigo, tackling him on the king size bed. Then, he proceeds to kiss him stupid against silk sheets.
Keigo’s hands aggressively pull on his suit jacket until it’s eventually thrown aside. Barely one second later, Touya’s shirt is fisted around his sides. “Mmmhf… Off .” Keigo urges on, the desperate edge to his voice doing wild things to Touya’s groin.
Touya indulges, stripping to his underwear. The skin to skin contact almost drives him crazy. Keigo’s piercings dig into Touya’s skin as Keigo's back arches off the bed, his legs clamping around Touya’s waist as he rolls his hips.
“You should take a closer look.” Keigo mumbles against his lips and Touya doesn’t need to be told twice.
Using his hands to pin Keigo’s waist to the bed, he draws a hot path from Keigo’s jaw to his pec with his mouth, humming in appreciation.
When his tongue takes an experimental lick on Keigo’s nipple, Touya’s instantly rewarded by a filthy moan and fingers scraping his scalp.
Slut, Touya wants to comment. But kinks and boundaries are something they need to talk about before engaging in any dirty talk. Well, Touya can’t wait to try a few of them with Keigo. In the meantime, guess it’s safe for Touya to worship those jewels properly.
With this idea in mind, Touya opens his mouth and works on sucking Keigo’s nipple, occasionally switching to the other in order to figure out which one may be the most sensitive. And sensitive isn’t strong enough to describe how Keigo’s blown away by those touches. His head is tilted backwards, mouth hanging open, eyes half-lidded and he fists Touya's hair for purchase.
The smell of sex starts hitting Touya’s nose and when he takes a quick look lower, he knows that they’re both dirtying their underwear with precum over this little foreplay.
Maybe Keigo realizes it too, because he stutters a laugh while Touya’s using his teeth to tug on the piercing chains.
He pauses, throwing Keigo a disbelieving look. “Why are you laughing?”
One of Keigo’s eyes cracks open, a sly smile playing on his face as he looks at Touya. “Just imagining your father’s face right now.”
Ugh. That doesn’t turn him on at all.
“Fuck him.” Touya curses under his breath. He kisses his way up Keigo’s collarbone, leaving a bite there in retaliation. “Never talk about that man unless you want to cockblock me.”
“Don’t worry, I can un-cockblock you asap.”
Touya doesn’t get a chance to register those words properly as he’s instantly flipped on the bed. Keigo used his strength and grip on Touya’s waist to switch their position. Stupid gym addict.
“I reckon you’re the one who will be fucked tonight.” Keigo says, his fingers playing with the hem of Touya’s underwear.
Little did he know, Keigo’s not the only one who’s keeping some secrets underneath his clothes.
As soon as he pulls Touya’s underwear off, Keigo’s smug smile dies on his face and his eyes grow impossibly wide.
Touya’s cock has sprung proudly on his stomach, exposing a Jacob ladder that would scare any prudish soul.
“I knew it.” Keigo grins with the excitation of a kid opening his first Christmas present. “So that’s why you were on remote every once in a while. You lil’ sneak.”
“Still wanna top? I can give you a ride, as a friend ?” Touya teases, the back of his head leisurely resting on his crossed arms. Keigo raises one eyebrow at him while squeezing his cock in warning–which beats Touya’s previous sass to a pulp as he pathetically whines.
“ Funny . Guess I’m sitting on this first thing in the morning.” Keigo muses before he ducks his head, licking a stripe up Touya’s pierced cock and only stopping at the tip to clean it from its layer of pearly precum. “Until then… you’re mine to ruin.”
True to his words, Keigo thoroughly wraps his pretty lips around Touya’s girth, welcoming it with explicit appreciating noises. Touya’s heart stutters, abandoning himself to the incredible sensation of Keigo’s mouth on him. In addition, Keigo’s palms are sliding up his chest, fondling it while he bobs his head.
It’s too much, too fast .
Touya can’t cope with everything happening at once while his heart is going into overdrive.
“K–Keigo… wait–”
Despite Touya’s warning, Keigo goes all the way down, swirling his tongue. Orgasm crashes on Touya like a tidal wave. His hands fly to Keigo’s hair and he cums into his mouth, outrightly sobbing through it before collapsing on the bed, toes tingling.
He never had this kind of quick orgasm before. Touya doesn’t know if this is what it feels like to jump off a cliff. But now he kinda wants to make it a routine.
Keigo peppers him with kisses but soon, his gentle touches get urgent again, his hand rubbing the meat of Touya’s asscheek, fingers skating close to his ring of muscles there. His other hand fumbles somewhere around them and Touya can hear a light click.
“Can I?” Keigo whispers to the soft skin just under his ear, dropping another kiss there. He smells like him– tastes like him.
Touya can only choke out an answer, that emotion that he wants to call true love getting the best of his sanity. One finger circles his rim once again, this time coated with lube, before easing its way inside Touya and shooting electricity through his half-hard cock.
“F–fuck…” Touya gasps, feeling another finger joins the fun. It’s both too much and not enough at the same time. But to be honest, all Touya can focus on is Keigo’s engagement ring brushing against his sacks everytime he pulls in and out.
His engagement ring. Because Keigo’s his .
Until fucking death do them part.
“ Aah … Kei…” Touya moans, writhes on the bed, rolling his hips into Keigo’s fingers.
He needs more. He needs Keigo’s cock inside him yesterday just so he can finally choke on those damn feelings overwhelming him.
Granted, Keigo manages to read Touya’s pleading in his eyes and restless body language.
His fingers leave Touya, carving a sudden hole in his chest with the sudden emptiness. He rests there, eyes stuck to the ceiling when Keigo’s frame comes into view.
He’s settled between Touya’s legs, one hand busy working his cock to full hardness while the other’s holding his tie.
Touya gives him a puzzled look as Keigo wraps it around both of Touya’s wrists and the bed’s frame.
“I won’t go away, y’know?” Touya can’t help but chuckle.
Keigo tightens the knot and glances down at him. “I’m not so sure about that.” He says with a sheepish expression that pulls at Touya’s heartstrings, painfully so.
“I–”
Touya doesn’t get the chance to say anything. Keigo’s already pushing his way into Touya’s hole and the bed shakes under Touya’s sudden move.
For a split second, Touya’s stupid brain starts to wonder where Keigo got that much experience in bed. If he was naive, he would convince himself that Keigo’s performance is due to the almighty power of love.
Truth is, he knows about Keigo’s sex life more than he should. He knows about the hook-ups he had on their university campus. About those relationships he kept ‘for fun’ once he’d graduated. Even though Keigo tried his hardest not to let Touya know.
Now that they’d confessed to each other, Touya can’t help but think of how much sorrow Keigo’d drown into every single one of his bed dates.
How come Touya couldn’t even see the signs? Couldn’t see the longing.
If only he’d had more courage.
If only he had come into terms with his feelings sooner than later.
If only he hadn’t been so dense…
“ Touya .”
Shit.
He’s been dissociating.
There is a hand on his cheek. Keigo has stopped moving, halfway buried inside him.
Touya tries to clear his throat but almost chokes doing so. “... Yeah?” His voice is hoarse.
“You’ve been spacing out on me.”
When Touya blinks, chasing the blur of his vision away. Keigo’s looking at him with a small, confused smile that does nothing to hide the hurt.
He averts Touya’s eyes, looking to the side. “... D’you want to stop?”
No!
Please don’t …
“Sorry, I…” Touya takes a sharp breath in. Many stupid words of excuse and random explanations run into his head, yet Touya goes for honesty first. “I was just thinking about how painful it must’ve been for you all those years.”
Because he owes Keigo years of love. And a proper apology.
Keigo frowns at him.
A moment passes, time stretching achingly slowly. Touya would probably kill to know what’s going on in Keigo's head right now.
As he does not have the gift of ubiquity, he loosens the tie around his hands, freeing himself to reach for Keigo’s face.
“I should’ve looked at you properly. You deserve it.” Touya admits, holding into Keigo’s golden eyes–conveying everything he can through this silent exchange.
For a beat, Keigo looks like he’s about to cry. Even so slightly, he leans into Touya’s touch.
There you are.
Keigo doesn’t open his mouth to grant Touya a reply. Instead, he bottoms out in one swift movement, catching Touya’s out guard.
“Just fucking focus on me right now then.” Keigo grabs Touya under the knees and folds him in himself, using his weight and the new angle to reach deeper. Touya feels the air being knocked out of his lungs as Keigo’s cock hits his prostate. The sound he lets out could be part of a porn symphony. Keigo kisses him hard and slow, drinking Touya’s moans like holy water. “It will make it worth the wait.”
And then Keigo’s mouth is on his again, picking up the pace of his thrusts and Touya loses the perception of gravity.
All he can do is drag his nails down Keigo’s back until they’re buried deep enough to draw blood, holding on for dear life while he babbles Keigo’s name like a prayer.
Together, they climb their own ladder of pleasure, Keigo chasing it with desperation, Touya welcoming it with open arms and legs.
“Touy– aah! ” Keigo’s face is hidden into the crook of Touya’s neck, but his voice betrays him. A crack in his facade. A breach leading straight to his heart.
“I’m… right… here.” Touya whisper-whimpers to his temple, every part of his body squeezing Keigo tight enough not to leave any space between them.
He’s barely aware of Keigo’s hand around his cock until it starts to move in pace with his thrusts.
And after a few uncoordinated pumps, Touya comes for a second time tonight. Keigo follows in his track, giving a few more rolls of hips before spilling into Touya with a muffled sob.
Touya doesn’t know how much time they stayed like this, with Keigo silently crying into Touya’s neck, still holding on to each other. Could be ten minutes or a whole hour.
Keigo’s never been loved like this before.
His whole life has always evolved around Touya.
It comes with many insecurities that Touya needs to kill if he wants to be worthy of Keigo’s purest feelings.
His fingers comb through blond hair. “I love you.” Keigo lifts his head. His eyes are a bit puffy and he’s sweating, cheeks painted pink. Cute . When he opens his mouth, Touya’s faster. “Yes, forever .”
It rings like a new promise.
A lifetime commitment.
Keigo’s smile is back on his face. He drops a chaste kiss on Touya’s lips, his nose brushing against Touya’s as he says, “Blood oath?...”
Touya bursts out laughing.
And how could he ever say no? He could make a million oaths if it could make Keigo happy.
Every single decision he took in his life was always about him anyway.
His Keigo.
Forever and ever.