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"Kudou."
"Mm?"
Yoichi nestles into the futon. He buries his face in the collar of Kudou’s shirt. It smells like him. It’s way too big, but it’s comfortable, and the fabric against his skin leaves it buzzing pleasantly. He’s bare from the waist down and it rests on all the right places of his body. The places he always wants Kudou to touch. "Kudou. We didn’t… we didn’t k-kiss at all."
He hears Kudou shift behind him. Yoichi stiffens.
"You’re right." He finally says. Yoichi wonders what kind of face Kudou is making, but Yoichi doesn’t dare move to look. Kudou’s hand slides down his arm. "So, what? You want a kiss?"
Yoichi curls into himself, a blush slowly rising to his cheeks. He isn’t sure why he’s so embarrassed about it. It’s tame compared to other things they’ve done. But for some reason, it seems childish asking for it.
Kudou’s hand settles right in front of his face as he leans over him, caging him. "How am I supposed to kiss you like that?" His voice is deep, quiet. Kudou brushes his hair away from his neck and Yoichi feels his warm breath there, soft lips against his skin. His breath hitches. "Should I kiss you here?" He says, "Is here good enough?"
Yoichi lets out an unsteady breath before he shakes his head. He turns over just a bit, and Kudou encourages it by placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Here?" A kiss to his exposed shoulder now too. The shirt is just too big.
Yoichi groans, turning over just the little bit more to face Kudou only for his lips to be seized in a kiss.
Yoichi melts into it immediately, exhaling through his nose and burying his hands in Kudou’s hair.
Kudou runs one hand down his body, lightly brushing over his collarbones, his covered chest and stomach. His skin is still way too sensitive, goosebumps rising where he touches, but he doesn’t pull away. The hem of his shirt— Kudou’s shirt— stops on Yoichi’s upper thighs and he lets it rest there before going between his legs.
Yoichi gasps against his lips, legs instinctively closing, trapping his hand. "Kudou— I can’t."
"You can." He kisses him again. Firm, absolute. "Just one more time." Another kiss, hard, insistent. Kudou pulls the hem of his shirt up to expose Yoichi’s quivering thighs, his milky hips, his taut stomach. His cock is soft but not for long. Kudou runs his hand along his waist on the way down before pressing his palm firmly against his groin.
"You like kissing so much," He says quietly, like a secret, "why don’t you show me." Yoichi is breathless, overstimulated tears already starting to form at the corners of his eyes. Kudou only smirks, devilish and teasing at the sight and Yoichi goes dizzy.
Kudou kisses him like he’s on a mission and really, he is. Pressing his lips firmly against his before licking them and going in again.
Yoichi’s hands go down to Kudou’s shoulders, squeezing them tight as he tries to match Kudou’s pace. He’s kissing him almost frantically, giving him no time to breathe, to think. His lips are so soft. Kudou takes his other hand to rest on the nape of his neck and when he pulls him up towards him, pressing deeper, Yoichi moans softly.
Yoichi’s lips stay parted and Kudou takes it as an invitation, flicks his tongue between his lips and after the next exhale, coaxes it open further, licking in deep.
Kudou kisses him thoroughly. Sucks on his lips, bites down and tugs before dipping his tongue inside. Yoichi’s long lost the will to keep up, leaving Kudou to do with him what he wants.
Yoichi slowly hardens against his palm. Kudou doesn’t move his hand, doesn’t need to when Yoichi unconsciously rubs up against him every so often, searching for friction.
But eventually he can’t help himself. Yoichi lets out a staggered breath when Kudou grabs him by the head of his cock, rubbing his thumb along the sensitive underside.
Yoichi gasps, stiffening under him. Kudou lets out his own heavy breath, eyes flickering between his before he lets him go. "Want you to come like this." Their lips brush with each word he speaks, "Just kissing. Wanna see you do it." Yoichi holds in a whimper at the loss, his cock twitching, thighs quivering, desperately trying not to close them.
Kudou brushes his thumb across his lips, spreads the saliva there. He’s looking at him so intently, like he’s being studied. It makes Yoichi shiver, a bead of pre drips from his slit, connecting it to his stomach. The reaction was so blatant, Yoichi is so embarrassed he could die and yet Kudou looks at him in awe. He pushes down on his bottom lip, swollen and red because of him— watches it pillow, glisten before pushing the tip of his thumb between his teeth. Kudou pushes it down and Yoichi lets him without resistance, closes his eyes as Kudou moves even closer, unable to take those eyes that pierce into him, unwavering. Slowly he shoves his tongue inside, deliberate, dominate. It only lasts a few seconds. A demonstration of power. Just to show he could do it— can do it. But it only weakens Yoichi more.
Kudou pulls away just slightly to look down and Yoichi’s cock is leaking a steady string, pooling onto his stomach. Yoichi whines at the attention, he feels so exposed, he wants to hide desperately. Kudou places a hand on his inner thigh and squeezes, gives him a long, lingering kiss that only increases the ache, but also the warmth that Yoichi wants more of.
He kisses his throat and his collarbone. He kisses his nipples through his shirt and hums when Yoichi reaches down and puts is hands on either side of his face. His shirt is hiked up and he kisses his exposed stomach, his pelvis, his inner thighs. Lips tingling, body shuddering, and moans caught in their throats he gives attention to every part of his body he can reach.
When Kudou finally hovers over his poor, neglected cock, when his breath hits it, it twitches, drools with need. Yoichi is audibly panting, so hot and disoriented he can’t function. Already so overstimulated and he’s barely been touched here. Only has the single-minded focus of please touch it touch it touch me—
Kudou doesn’t move right away. Keeps his eyes locked on his, relishing in the look on Yoichi’s face. The way he looks at him, completely debauched and starved. How his eyes flicker to his lips in anticipation.
When he kisses the tip of his cock, Yoichi jolts immediately, knees locking around his head. Kudou kisses it sloppily, spit and precum coating his lips and when he looks up and their eyes meet again, Kudou licks into the slit, groans like he’s enjoying the taste of it, and Jesus— Yoichi could have came right then, but somehow he holds on, head falling back onto the pillow.
Yoichi doesn’t see Kudou’s smirk before he continues on, continuously kissing and licking down and down and Yoichi is sobbing and shaking all the while. So much attention but it’s not enough to push him over the edge. He spreads his legs, tries to thrust up for more, but is held down by Kudou’s powerful hands. Kudou makes out with his cock like he would his mouth, slow, wide open mouth kisses that leave sparks of heat even when he’s long moved on.
Yoichi’s hands stay buried in his hair, back arching beautifully at Kudou’s ministrations. He doesn’t know what sounds he’s making anymore, ears ringing and body alight. Kudou’s mouth is so wet and warm, feels so good on him, but it’s fleeting— doesn’t envelope him for long and Yoichi just whines in frustration, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. So caught in this spell he doesn’t see how hungry Kudou is looking at him. How drunk he makes him feel. How eagerly he laps up beads of pre like he’s starving, his hand palming his own heavy cock tight.
Kudou only stops when Yoichi is a trembling mess, moaning so loudly he’s sure the next room can hear and the grip on his hair is painful. He’s practically there. Just a little more.
Kudou settles back on top of him and he’s so handsome and beautiful and glowing and Yoichi’s mind spirals into how horrible he must look and how he can barely speak or move and how silly he must seem for being this affected from kissing—
But Kudou only looks at him, all seriousness and heat. He brushes his sweaty bangs to the side and cups his cheeks, "I like kissing you too." He whispers and it feels like his heart is about to burst with how much relief that simple statement makes him feel and he’s being kissed again and his brain blissfully shuts off.
But maybe not completely because Yoichi is aware he tastes himself on Kudou’s tongue and every sound and sensation has been cranked up to 11. Everywhere, everything, it’s just so loud. He whines, too loud— squirming and rutting into the air helplessly, desperate for relief. The kiss is way too wet he swallows right away to keep from drowning. It should be gross but it’s not because it’s Kudou and Kudou makes him feel—
Kudou grips his face tightly like he’ll disappear if it’s any looser, Kudou’s body is a heavy weight, but a welcomed one, keeping him from floating away. He’s kissing him so deep he’s stealing his breaths before he can suck them in. Kudou decides where his body goes, Kudou decides when they get to breathe and he’s fine with it. Grateful for it. Yoichi is dizzy with pleasure and Kudou’s words. He wants it. Wants more. Wants to die just like this when it’s his time, in Kudou’s embrace, with all his attention. He’d die happy.
Tears cloud his vision, whines stay trapped in his throat, the tingling heat won’t leave him. Yoichi grips him tighter, he must look so pitiful but Kudou doesn’t seem to mind, keeps kissing him so adamantly. So completely at Kudou’s mercy, it’s exhilarating.
Kudou’s wonderful. He’s wonderful and makes him feel so good he doesn’t have to worry about anything else. About who he is, who he was. The sting of disappointment doesn’t reach him. Whether it’s for his brother or towards himself. The frustration. The powerlessness. The hate. He could hate, has grown so close to it consuming him, but Kudou brings him back. Keeps him from spiraling, falling into the pits of hell. He could hate, hate the world, hate himself. And he does— hate himself.
But the way Kudou looks at him. Treats him. Calls his name. The way he kisses him. Like he’s desirable. Like he’s worth something. Like he can’t get enough of him. He feels it, Kudou’s need to swallow him whole, consume his whole being because he just wants him so much. He doesn’t know what to do with himself, being so wanted. Yoichi is center stage in Kudou’s vision, still posed in front of the mirror for Kudou’s eyes only and it’s too much, it’s too much—
Ah.
How can he hate anything when Kudou fills him with so much love?
The heat in his stomach is overflowing, the pressure is so intense it’s unbearable and finally it snaps and he’s coming with a sob, eyes squeezed shut, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. He can’t breathe, but Kudou is here, holding him through it, mouth never leaving his, breathing life into him.
It’s weak, pitiful really— not showy or dramatic but a huge relief, body stiffening as cum drips down his cock in steady spurts, and mouth slack against Kudou’s.
Kudou looks down at it and hums, almost looks proud and Yoichi would be self conscious about it if he wasn’t so busy trying to catch his breath. His body is boneless and sensitive but Kudou touches it anyway, like he owns it, and looks back at him with a fondness that makes Yoichi’s heart flutter.
Kudou carefully holds him while he cleans him up, slow drags of a damp cloth that, despite being so gentle, feel like sandpaper on his skin.
He’s sweaty and disgusting, and Kudou’s thorough wiping helps immensely, but when Kudou goes to lift his shirt off, Yoichi grabs his wrist.
"Do you… do you have to? Your shirt… I…"
Kudou considers him and after a while replies, "Fine."
Yoichi sighs in relief, takes the collar of it and brings it to his face. "Thank you." He wants to wear it as long as possible.
Kudou scoffs, laying them both down side by side and covering Yoichi’s still bare lower half with the covers, "Gonna have to find you some clothes tomorrow." He muses.
Yoichi barely registers his words, but nods in response anyway. Kudou looks down at him like he knows that and when Yoichi shifts closer Kudou pulls him in by the nape of his neck and his waist and they’re slotted together again, like two puzzle pieces. Meant to be.
Yoichi is sleepy now, fatigue hitting him hard, but his eyes still widen from the sudden jostling. “Kudou, I really can’t this time.” He whines, clinging onto Kudou’s shoulders, “I really can’t—“ Kudou seems to ignore him, leaving soft pecks against his cheeks, along his jaw, before giving it a delicate nip.
Yoichi lets out a long breath, body relaxing even as Kudou takes his face in both hands and pulls him in for one last kiss.