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Majima took a sip of his fruity whatever-the-fuck rainbow shit cocktail, and whatever it was, it was fuckin’ delicious. He glanced over at Kiryu to see what his partner thought of his own drink, and noticed Kiryu’s furrowed brow and the signature downturned lips of annoyance he was always shit at holding back when something was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” Majima yelled over the speakers that were pumping out an upbeat island-themed rap around the outdoor pool of their hotel in Honolulu. He had drawn the sand-colored linen curtains down after Kiryu brought the drinks into the cabana they were renting. It shielded them from the glare of the afternoon sun, but offered little respite against the DJ’s tunes and the loud chatter of their fellow tourists.
“Hm?” Kiryu turned those giant doe eyes on him and damn, Majima couldn’t help but be reminded of how lucky they were to finally be together after all the shit they’d been through. That he’d even put a ring on it last week in a little Hawaii marriage ceremony with some of their friends and family. He feared he might be rushing things when he proposed to Kiryu in a hospital room last year, but Kiryu, that fuckin’ marshmallow, told him that they’re both fools, that they already waited too many years to even get started. “Ya look like somethin’s botherin’ ya,” said Majima. They’d both been working on not clamming up when it came to their problems.
“Mmm.. Sorry, Niisan. I guess I…” Kiryu smiled at Majima, small–and dare he say it–shy and embarrassed, “I’m sorry, I must’ve become unused to how loud things can get after spending years in a quiet town, and with…” the Daidoji, with the hospital, which Kiryu didn’t say, but Majima didn’t need him to finish the sentence to figure that out.
“Ah shit. I’m sorry, Kiryu-chan. I wasn’t thinkin’ ‘bout that when I picked the place,” said Majima. He gently set down his colorful glass of slushy booze and leaned towards Kiryu.
Kiryu leaned his head against Majima’s so he wouldn’t have to yell as loud over the music, “It’s alright, guess I’ve gotta get used to it again somehow.”
Majima grinned at him, mischief in his eyes, “Say, how ‘bout we do somethin’ to distract ya from the music?”
Kiryu squinted back at him suspiciously, his lips puckered as he sucked on the straw of his bright pink dragonfruit drink. “Why do I get the feeling I’m not gonna like this?”
“Haw? You gonna doubt yer niisan like that?” Majima couldn’t resist and leaned in to press a kiss on Kiryu’s pouting lips, “Stop us if you don’t like it.” He took Kiryu’s drink out of his hand and slid it across the table next to his own, then he tossed one of his legs up on the seat cushions and patted the empty space in front of him.
“Heh, you giving me a massage?” Kiryu asked, turning around and sliding into the open space between Majima’s thighs.
“Hee! How’d ya guess?” said Majima, he placed his hands around Kiryu’s ribcage and pulled him back until their bare torsos were pressed together, then turned to face them both towards the backrest of the sofa so they could lay down sideways with Majima as the big spoon. He shoved a couple of the throw cushions underneath their heads to get them comfortable, then pulled Kiryu closer.
“Mmm..I guess it’s a little quieter down here,” said Kiryu. Majima couldn’t help himself from palming his husband’s tits, making Kiryu rumble against him with a laugh, “So it’s that kind of massage?”
Majima ran a hand down Kiryu’s chest, squeezing gently at every handful of flesh he could curl his fingers around. He sucked at the jut of Kiryu’s jawline, “Kiryu-chaaan, you know I can’t keep my hands off ya for long.” He stroked his thumb along the curve of Kiryu’s waist, then moved his hand farther down and dipped his fingers into the band of Kiryu’s grey swim shorts. He felt Kiryu’s perky ass jut back against him in surprise. The music playing on the speakers faded away as it ended.
“Wanna stop?” asked Majima, keeping his expression neutral so he wouldn’t pressure Kiryu into making either choice. A new song started to play on the speakers, some chipper English pop song mixed with a ukulele track. Kiryu relaxed against him, and Majima pushed his hand farther into Kiryu’s shorts, wrapping it around a soft cock.
“S-so it’s that kind of—massage,” Kiryu said, stuttering, as Majima stroked and squeezed him.
“My favorite kind t’ give ya,” Majima said, purring into Kiryu’s ear. He pushed the band of Kiryu’s shorts down to expose Kiryu’s pelvis, and Kiryu helpfully shoved them down towards his knees. He stuck his hand into the canvas tote bag they left on the floor next to the sofa, rifling through bundled towels, tube of sunscreen, until he triumphantly felt out the cylindrical bottle. He placed it on the table next to them and twirled the cap off with one finger. The cap hit the table with a bounce and rolled away.
Majima braced an arm against Kiryu’s chest and said, “Be still.” He turned the bottle upside down and brought it to the swell of Kiryu’s hip, then squirted some of the lube out. Then he placed the bottle on the table with a thump and scooped the lube onto his fingertips. He smeared some of it on the head of Kiryu’s cock and gave him a stroke with the other hand, making Kiryu’s hips flex against him. Then he brought his wet fingers back around and stroked them into the crevice of Kiryu’s ass, searching for that puckered hole. When he found it, he slowly pushed his middle finger in and felt Kiryu twitch around him.
The music thumped on. Majima pushed his forehead against the back of Kiryu’s head and said, “Relax, Kazuma.”
“Sorry,” said Kiryu, taking a heavy breath and turning to push his face against Majima’s.
Majima pushed his middle finger in up to the knuckle and wiggled it around firmly inside of Kiryu, slowly loosening the ring of muscles for him to fit a second finger in. He thrust his fingers in and out, fucking Kiryu on them while pinching Kiryu’s glutes with fingers splayed out across twitching muscles. He could feel Kiryu’s cock twitch and stiffen in the loose cup of his palm. He slid the hood of Kiryu’s foreskin back so he could tease the slit of his cock with the tip of his index finger.
“Niisan,” Kiryu rasped, heavily-lidded eyes sliding shut and blinking open again.
Majima pushed in with three fingers and felt Kiryu tense around him when Kiryu tossed his knee up against the sofa’s backrest to brace his thighs open. Honolulu was warm and breezy today, but the air between them thickened with humidity as they breathed out against each other. He ground his own stiffening arousal against the fat of Kiryu’s ass as he continued to finger Kiryu open, teasing the loosened rim by running his fingers along it, fucking him rapidly with wet noises that were covered up by the racket around the pool, while tickling at Kiryu’s perineum with an index finger. When he thought Kiryu was relaxed enough, he pulled his fingers out and tucked his pinky in to fill Kiryu with four fingers. Kiryu was so hot and silky inside, and he could feel himself harden and leak in his linen pants.
“You’re so sensitive, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said against Kiryu’s ear. “Wanna come on my fingers?” It was awkward at this angle, but he bent some of his fingers back inside of Kiryu until his husband squirmed when Majima knuckled across his prostate.
Kiryu flushed and closed his eyes, shaking his head no, as he slurred, “No, I… don’t wanna leave a mess.”
Majima tsked at him but nuzzled his nose against the shell of Kiryu’s ear.
“Niisan,” Kiryu said again, turning dark and dilated eyes on Majima.
“Mmmm? Want me to fuck you instead?”
“Ah.. sure,” said Kiryu, a tiny smile forming on his lips.
Majima gave him back a toothy grin, “For real? Shit, lemme get a condom before ya change your mind,” said Majima. He twisted and reached his hand into the canvas tote bag under the table. He let out a triumphant little giggle and yanked one of the square packets out, then tore it open with his teeth and rolled it a couple of centimeters down onto the end of Kiryu’s cock.
“Oh. I can do that instead,” said Kiryu, sounding a bit confused. He made to sit up to swap places before Majima yanked him off balance by rolling them both onto their backs with the weight of Kiryu’s torso resting on Majima’s chest and the backrest. Kiryu flailed and threw an arm over Majima’s head to curl it around his shoulders, his other arm flung out to curl around the top of the sofa. The linen drapes shook above them.
“Don’t look so disappointed, sweetheart,” said Majima, lips brushing against the side of Kiryu’s neck so he could whisper in a low and throaty growl into Kiryu’s ear, “Just don’t wanna hear you bitchin’ ‘bout makin’ a mess in here when ya come on my cock.”
Kiryu turned his face into the sofa’s backrest and Majima smirked, knowing the words definitely had an effect on him. Majima still knew him too well. Kiryu snorted and said, “I think you planned all this. You even brought the lube.”
Majima had thrown the lube and condoms in there when Kiryu wasn’t looking. Just in case; and now, his clairvoyance was paying off. He tilted his head forward and pressed his teeth into the tendon of Kiryu’s neck and was rewarded with a flinch, then he growled, “Always gotta be ready to ravish my princess.” Kiryu laughed, shaking against him.
The pet name was an inside joke of theirs from when he serenaded Kiryu last year to cheer him up at the hospital—a song about proposing to a princess on a summer beach. At the end of the song, Kiryu was in tears from laughing at him, and Majima finished with a flourish, sliding on his knee next to Kiryu’s bed to pull out a velvet box. A couple of nurses had burst into the room shortly after because of the heart rate monitor going wild, and were torn between throwing Majima out and cooing at the situation.
“Think I got ya stretched out enough for us to get right to it,” said Majima, pushing his pants down and wiggling out of them until they slid off the sofa and onto the floor. He picked up the bottle of lube again and slapped Kiryu’s ass a few times, “Make some room for me.” Kiryu pressed his feet into the cushions and lifted his hips up. Majima drizzled a generous amount of lube onto his cock and gave himself a few strokes to make sure he was nice and slick all over. Then he ditched the lube, lined himself up and let Kiryu sink down on his cock. They shared a satisfied hum with each other as Majima bottomed out.
The bubble of privacy in the cabana was definitely getting more humid, but maybe that was just his imagination. He started with an easy pace, supporting Kiryu by digging his hand into Kiryu’s waist, and pumping his hips up into Kiryu’s body. They’d been fucking like rabbits since their honeymoon started, taking turns swapping whenever one of them got too sore, even fucking between each other’s thighs when neither of them were feeling up for it. Majima loved to devour Kiryu any way he could, but he admittedly loved this a little more than everything else. The way Kiryu was always so receptive when having his ass played with, the way his stoic husband melted into goo whenever Majima was inside him.
Perspiration beaded up on their skin as they writhed against each other. Kiryu held his breath when a group of chattering women passed by in front of their cabana, his guts tightened on Majima’s cock and his cock twitched against his belly, but he still made no motion to stop what they were doing.
“Kaz, if ya turn any redder, I think steam’s gonna come out yer ears.” He said teasingly, grabbing Kiryu’s jaw with his hand so he could tilt their faces together. He curled forward awkwardly around Kiryu’s body so he could press a chaste and bristly kiss against Kiryu’s cheekbone, and felt Kiryu push against him, lips puffing out hot breaths against Majima’s chin. He brought his hands back down around Kiryu’s waist to hold him in place and pounded into him, widening his knees to force Kiryu’s legs open. Kiryu braced the backs of his knees on Majima’s, and curled his arm tighter against the back of the sofa as he bounced on Majima’s dick. The music, the chatter, Majima could tell that none of it mattered anymore.
When Kiryu started bucking his hips back and forth, Majima knew he was close. He curled his arms tighter around Kiryu’s torso, constricting like a python. He relished the solid weight of Kiryu’s body in his arms, feeling relieved every time he could squeeze Kiryu like this and know that he was not so frail anymore, that Kiryu could take this. He jerked his hips harder, faster, jackrabbiting into Kiryu relentlessly until he could hear Kiryu’s shuddering gasps against his ear.
Kiryu sucked in a raspy breath and threw his head back against Majima’s shoulder as he came into his condom with a choked-out, silent scream on his lips. Majima tightened his arms around Kiryu’s ribs as he felt Kiryu come, spasming around his cock as Kiryu’s muscles locked up. He watched tears prickle at Kiryu’s eyes as Majima really put his back into it and fucked Kiryu’s tightly clenching hole faster. His rhythm faltered as he brought himself off too, the smack of their damp bodies meeting each other muffled by the thumping music around them. He hammered his hips roughly against Kiryu’s ass and the music fell away as blood rushed through Majima’s ears, and he emptied all of his cum into his husband.
He sagged back into the cushion with a curse, exhausted, feeling some of his muscles scream now that he wasn’t distracted by the need to fill, fuck, mate. Kiryu shivered on top of him. Majima reached down to stroke the seam where he was still inserted into Kiryu, keeping him plugged full of his cum, “Think ya can keep it in, or do I gotta eat you out?”
Kiryu let out a funny strangled sound on Majima’s chest and said, “I think I can manage,” Kiryu laughed breathily, “I don’t think I could keep my voice down if you did that here.” Well, if that wasn’t a challenge for Majima to eat him out and tongue fuck him until Kiryu was crying when they’re back at their suite.
Majima pushed Kiryu’s cheeks together as a warning, and whimpered as he felt Kiryu’s ass clench around his soft cock when he pulled out.
“I uh… think I need a moment,” said Kiryu. He squirmed around awkwardly until he could flip himself over and kneel between Majima’s thighs with his ass thrust sharply towards the air, and that was a sight on its own. Majima took the chance to tug Kiryu’s condom off and tie it off, throwing it on the table next to the bottle of lube. Kiryu grimaced at the sight of it, then dug into their tote bag and pulled out a beach towel to throw over their legs. Finally, he laid down across Majima’s chest and let out a huge breath like a giant… dragon, whole body going slack.
“Trouble keepin’ it in?” Majima asked, lips turned up at the ends in a feline grin.
Kiryu tilted his face up to meet Majima’s eye with a pout and said, “Don’t look so smug.”