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It wasn’t quite clear how things had gotten to that point. Kaoru remembered talking to Kojiro earlier, but he couldn't grasp how the situation had changed so quickly, becoming drastically different. Even with the clear confusion present in his mind, he wasn’t going to deny the opportunity.
Now that he was on his knees in front of Kojiro... the specifics didn’t really matter.
They both seemed to be holding their breaths as they held eye contact. Kaoru could feel the cool wind fluffing his hair, causing the ends to flick up before gently fluttering back down. Apparently, they’d decided to go out onto the rooftop balcony of Sia la Luce. Though he didn’t quite recall when they’d moved outside. The sky was a dark blend of blue and black, so Kaoru supposed the restaurant must be closed to customers for the night.
Closed to customers, but never to Kaoru. Sia la Luce was always open for Kaoru, as long as Kojiro was there to let him in.
Kojiro, who was standing next to the railing with one hand curled around it to hold himself steady, the other threaded into Kaoru’s pink waves. Kaoru could hear the rush of a car driving by every now and then, but the street was down below, and surely nobody could see them up here. But Kaoru also didn’t care if anyone saw them, and that was a puzzling revelation in and of itself.
‘Unimportant details,’ he thought to himself as he finally, finally, brought his lips to the tip of Kojiro’s cock. His hands were wrapped around it, and he squeezed experimentally while prodding his tongue. Kojiro groaned above him, and it was a sound he’d gotten used to hearing during their earlier makeout. The searing heat of Kojiro’s lips still lingered against his own, a pleasant tingle dancing over them.
Wanting to hear more of Kojiro’s sinful noises, Kaoru swirled his tongue around the head and then sucked. He treated it with a considerable amount of gentleness at first, intending to intensify the stimulation as soon as Kojiro melted into it a bit more.
“This only ever happens in my dreams,” Kojiro mumbled. Kaoru tightened the suction of his lips, digging the tip of his tongue into the underside. “Kaoru. Kaoru.”
Kaoru hummed as Kojiro kept moaning his name. He reveled in the way his name rolled off Kojiro’s tongue, frenzied and reverent with a tinge of desperation. He glanced up to take in whatever heated expression might be there, and what he saw confused him. There was a mixture of emotions on Kojiro’s face, but it was the wetness of tears on his cheeks that made Kaoru pause.
He could chalk it up to an overwhelming amount of pleasure being caused by his mouth. It wasn’t strange to be driven to tears over how good things felt. But Kaoru couldn’t help being concerned that he’d done something wrong. Kojiro could be upset or in pain, and once that idea weaved its way into Kaoru’s list of possibilities, he couldn’t keep going. Kaoru pulled off, sliding his hands away to settle them on Kojiro’s hips.
“Why are you crying? Are you okay?” Kaoru said. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
Kojiro stammered out some answer that didn’t register in Kaoru’s ears. He was wiping at his face, clearly trying to deny that he was getting emotional. Kaoru frowned, unsatisfied with that. Then he rose to his feet to place his own hands on Kojiro’s face.
“Talk to me, Koji. Did you not enjoy it?”
Kojiro shook his head with a sniffle. “No, that’s not it at all. It felt really good. I just felt... I don’t know. I couldn’t believe it was happening...”
Kojiro trailed off, but Kaoru was sure he was still speaking because his mouth continued to move. Reality around them suddenly started to shift, and Kaoru really wasn’t sure what was happening. Shards of colorful imagery flitted around Kaoru, rearranging themselves until the rooftop he’d been standing on was no longer there. He looked around himself, unable to make sense of it.
With a jolt, he whirled his head back around only to see Kojiro’s face fading away, as if he were simply a mirage with no real solidity. Kaoru didn’t have a chance to feel true worry because gentle piano notes trickled into his ears, and it sounded vaguely familiar.
It was a song, he realized. Then he recognized it as the same song he heard every morning. Suddenly, he felt the plush warmth of his mattress against his side and the satin material of a pillow beneath his head. He blinked a few times, disoriented from the abrupt shift in his environment. The glowing purple band was still vibrating against his wrist, and he lifted it closer to his mouth.
“Carla, turn alarm off.”
‘Okay, Master. Turning morning alarm off.’
The song stopped playing, leaving silence to settle over the room. Kaoru closed his eyes but remained awake. And it wasn’t long before his thoughts drifted to the dream he’d just had. For a moment, he felt amazement from recalling it so perfectly. Oftentimes, he only managed to remember parts of his dreams, if they stayed in his mind at all.
He played through the scene of approaching Kojiro at the bar in Sia la Luce. No other customers were around, and Kojiro had been looking at him with that playful glint in his mahogany eyes. And for some reason, it felt correct for Kaoru to curl his hand around the nape of his neck and pull him down into a heated kiss. It wasn’t like Kojiro had complained. In fact, they’d quickly moved to the staircase and out onto the rooftop balcony, where things shifted into obscene territory.
Kaoru recalled the way he’d sunk to his knees and started to blow Kojiro underneath the twinkling stars. The whole situation had set his skin ablaze as he fumbled to put his hands and mouth in the right places. And it had been so good, so exhilarating. Kaoru could hardly contain his own excitement, and then...
...then he’d seen Kojiro crying above him. And Kaoru had stopped the entire act to comfort him.
But Kojiro had clearly been into it. He was insinuating how he wanted Kaoru to continue, that he’d just been feeling really good and that Kaoru hadn’t done anything wrong.
And Kaoru had stopped it.
Now Kaoru was awake and actually hard between his legs, and he didn’t get to really blow Kojiro properly—he’d only put the tip in his mouth, for God’s sake—and he could have been blowing Kojiro if he hadn’t stopped. If Carla hadn’t woken him up, Kojiro’s cock would be shoved down his needy throat, and he’d probably wake himself up from coming so hard. A better way to wake up, in his humble opinion.
“What the hell, Cherry fucking Blossom?!” Kaoru groaned, turning over to bury his face into his pillow. Maybe if he tried hard enough, he could suffocate himself and never have to acknowledge his own stupidity.
It was ridiculous how much he enjoyed dreaming about Kojiro. He wished he could have seen him fall into deeper bliss as Kaoru took even more of his cock. The fantasy wasn’t new. Kaoru dreamed about it quite often, whether he was awake or asleep. His feelings for Kojiro weren’t new, after all.
He sighed and turned back onto his side, trailing a shameless hand down his body to untie his kimono until he could slip it inside. Closing his eyes, he let the fleeting images from his dream play in his mind. It was hard to forget the way Kojiro had been looking at him, enamored and dumbstruck, as Kaoru worked his mouth over the tip of his cock. Kaoru let out a whimper as he stroked himself, trying to imagine that he was still in that spot at Kojiro’s feet, showing Kojiro that he was just as into the moment as him.
Since he’d already been worked up from his dream, it didn’t take long for Kaoru to spill all over his hand, a strangled moan being hauled from his lips. He whispered Kojiro’s name over and over, as if the man himself might overhear if he was too loud.
Once he calmed down, he grimaced at the mess underneath the sheets. He got out of bed and decided to put laundry on his list of chores for the day. And if he continued thinking about Kojiro while removing the dirty sheets, that was nobody else’s damn business.
To his credit, Kaoru actually tried going about his day in a productive and intentional manner. He washed bedsheets and clothes, managed to cook a few simple meals, and reorganized dishes and ingredients in his kitchen cabinets. When he finished most of the housekeeping, he moved to work on some commissions in his studio space. His shop was closed for the day, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t get a bit of work done.
Kojiro, of course, messaged him at some points throughout the day. It consisted of the usual banter along with some complaints about customers making his job more difficult than it needed to be. Kaoru snorted as he typed out responses during his breaks, amused at the thought of Kojiro putting on a friendly face for irksome customers despite wishing he could give them a piece of his mind. He found it oddly satisfying that Kojiro’s first reaction was to take out his phone and text Kaoru about it.
Kaoru:
Aren’t you supposed to be working?
Kojiro:
What are you, my boss?
I can text you while on the clock if I want to, princess
Kaoru rolled his eyes when he read the nickname on his screen. He’d never admit it out loud, but he liked Kojiro using the familiar term with him. It was silly and stupid and absurd, but it made Kaoru feel special, in a way. It was something that existed only between them. Kojiro called him ‘princess’ and ‘pinky’ while Kaoru had his own treasure trove of insulting endearments for the frustrating gorilla in his life.
When evening arrived, Kaoru found himself fixating on the theme of his dream from the night before. It had never fully left his mind, but the darkness of night always caused him to slip into a mode of contemplation. His thoughts weren’t always this obscene, however. They were so specific this time around.
There was one overall question that circulated in his mind.
Would Kojiro cry while getting a blow job?
The man certainly had a ridiculous amount of experience, what with his throng of fangirls at S and whoever else he managed to seduce into his bed. Heat crept onto the back of Kaoru's neck, that familiar jealousy making itself known. He tried to stifle it for the time being, more interested in pondering the idea of Kojiro’s reactions during intimate acts.
He’d never considered Kojiro to be much of a crybaby. Then again, he did get rather emotional during romantic or sad scenes in movies they watched together at either one of their houses. Kaoru always gave him a hard time about it, teasing relentlessly until Kojiro told him to shut up. Kojiro was the sentimental type, often bringing up past events that he and Kaoru shared memories from. He reflected on their history of skateboarding a lot, emotions more clearly etched onto his face when he mentioned either of them learning a trick for the first time, a dazed look in his eyes indicating that he was reliving one of those specific experiences.
Perhaps that was why Kaoru’s unconscious mind decided to portray Kojiro in such a light. Kojiro wasn’t always a radiant beam of sunshine, and Kaoru supposed he had to let his walls down sometimes. He’d seen Kojiro cry before. Hell, Kaoru had cried in front of Kojiro. It was just that Kaoru had never seen it happen during...
Of course he hadn’t. He and Kojiro had never been sexually involved, after all.
Still, sometimes Kaoru could swear he caught Kojiro gazing at him in certain ways that were hard to ignore. It happened a lot at S. Kaoru would finish racing in a beef, and he’d be talking to his friends and fans when he’d glance over and catch Kojiro’s unabashed stare and soft smile. His eyes were full of a fondness that Kojiro only ever reserved for him, and they shined just a bit brighter when he noticed Kaoru’s attention redirected his way.
It wasn’t always a mere look that grabbed Kaoru’s interest. There were many occasions where they simply existed in each other’s space and interacted through tender touches alone. The casual brush of Kojiro's fingers through a strand of Kaoru’s pink hair to curl it around his ear communicated more than words ever would anyway.
If they lingered to stroke a slow line down his neck and across his shoulder... well... it was never something either of them commented on.
Kaoru’s thoughts were interrupted by a loud rumble from his stomach. He jolted at the sudden sound, grabbing his phone and tapping the screen to see how late it was. It was already a little past 7pm, and he was yet to have dinner. Already groaning at the idea of having to get up and cook, he let his head fall onto the desk, making sure to avoid his ink pot and the page he’d been working on.
Then he remembered that Sia la Luce would close around 7:30 today. Kojiro often stayed later than his employees to clean up and organize the pantry. Just in case, he lifted his head up and unlocked his phone, sending a quick text to Kojiro to make sure he was planning on staying there further into the evening.
The response was almost immediate.
Kojiro:
Yeah pinky. I’ll be here
What, you want your carbonara?
Kaoru smiled, happy to know that food would be an easy thing to obtain tonight. He typed out another message.
Kaoru:
Don’t forget a glass of your finest white wine.
Kojiro:
Mooching off of me again?
Kaoru:
Tell me not to come bother you then.
The response took a bit longer this time. Kaoru warily watched the three dots pop up and disappear over the span of a minute.
Kojiro:
Come on over
“That’s what I thought,” Kaoru said smugly to himself.
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The carbonara and wine that Kaoru had requested were already prepared and arranged in front of his designated chair at the bar when he walked into the restaurant. There was still steam swirling off the top of the noodles, which meant Kojiro had perfectly timed it for his arrival. Kaoru took his seat and offered a quick greeting before picking up his fork to twirl some pasta onto it.
“What, you’re not here for me?” Kojiro said, grinning impishly at him from the top of the bar.
“Foolish of you to assume I was,” Kaoru said before taking another bite. He chewed and swallowed before continuing. “I told you I was coming for the food and wine.”
“Yeah, yeah. Use me, why don’t ya.”
It was a completely harmless comment meant for the sole purpose of banter—Kaoru knew as much. And yet, there was unnecessary imagery flickering into Kaoru’s mind at the implication. The filthy one, that was. The one that Kojiro absolutely didn’t mean, and which Kaoru could not stop thinking about all day.
It only got worse the more the evening went on. Kaoru engaged in a somewhat normal conversation with Kojiro while he washed dishes in the sink. His back was facing Kaoru, so it was inevitable that Kaoru’s eyes would wander across his broad shoulders, taking in how they stretched the thin material of his white shirt.
Kaoru sipped at his wine, keeping his lips pressed to the rim of the glass. He wondered how it would feel to kiss Kojiro. Would his lips really be as warm as they’d been in his dream? Maybe he would start out gentle before transitioning into something rougher and more insistent. Kaoru thought about all the lingering glances and affectionate touches they’d shared throughout the last few years. He considered how they might be indicating the presence of something unspoken between them.
He wasn’t drunk by any measure, but the wine was certainly creating a pleasant buzz that did well to rattle his senses. Because there was nothing sensible about the way Kaoru was considering testing a line he’d always been very hesitant to cross.
But Kojiro was right there, available, and so very attractive. And Kaoru couldn’t help looking and thinking about his theory. He wanted to know if Kojiro really would cry like he did in Kaoru’s dream. And if he didn’t, then Kaoru would get to see his real reaction. It was important to attain the facts, and he could convince himself that this was at least partly an experiment.
Besides, they’d been dancing around things for way too long. At some point, things would have to give. The dam would break, and the water would rush out. Kaoru was tired of playing it safe.
“Hey, Kojiro,” Kaoru said. Kojiro gave a hum as he continued scrubbing the dishes. Kaoru took a deep breath and figured it was now or never. “Have you ever thought about me blowing you?”
Several metallic thuds followed Kaoru’s question as Kojiro evidently dropped whatever dish he’d been holding under the stream of water. He fumbled to pick it back up, hastily inspecting it, and then he whipped his head around to look at Kaoru.
“H-Huh? What?”
“Stupid gorilla. Don’t you have working ears? I asked if you’ve thought about me blowing—”
“I heard you! That’s not—wait. I’m just confused why you’re asking that out of nowhere.”
“You’re wasting water,” Kaoru said with a nod toward the faucet.
Kojiro took a few seconds to register his words. Then he turned away to rinse off the dish in his hands, placing it on the drying rack before turning off the tap. He slowly twisted around to face Kaoru properly. There was an uncharacteristic rosy tint across his cheeks.
“Are... are you phrasing your question right? What exactly are you talking about? I might be misunderstanding.”
“I think you know what I’m talking about. It’s exactly what I said.”
Kojiro seemed to have a silent debate within his mind, his eyes drifting around the room and toward the ceiling as he pieced everything together. He must have come to the conclusion that Kaoru’s words held the vulgar meaning that he’d initially derived. He brought his eyes back to Kaoru.
“Kaoru, did you have too much wine?” Kojiro said, peering over at his half-empty glass.
Of course, the suggestion of Kaoru’s question only being influenced by alcohol annoyed Kaoru, and he didn’t hold himself back from rolling his eyes.
“Come on, Kojiro. You look at me all the time. Surely, the thought has crossed your mind.”
“What, like it’s crossed yours?”
“Definitely.”
Kojiro made a short, strained sound that was probably meant to come out as a word. Clearly, Kaoru’s confident answer had caught him off guard, and he stood there sputtering for a long moment. Kaoru smirked and leaned back in his chair, swirling the golden liquid around in his glass.
“Not what you expected to hear?” Kaoru said.
“Not really.”
“So you don’t like the idea.”
“I never said that.”
Kaoru raised a curious eyebrow. That was an intriguing response. He lifted his glass to his lips and sipped slowly, his eyes locked on Kojiro’s with what he hoped was something daring.
“I might have thought about it,” Kojiro said carefully. “Once or twice.”
“Only twice?”
“Maybe more.”
“You’re being so dodgy with your answers,” Kaoru said with a click of his tongue. “But I guess I’ll give you credit for admitting to it at all.”
The energy in the air was tense, and Kaoru suddenly couldn’t deal with sitting in one spot. He placed his glass down on the bar, no longer caring about its contents as he stood up to circle around the counter. Kojiro’s eyes trailed after him, watching as Kaoru slowly closed the distance between them, stepping into his space.
“Why don’t we stop pretending that there’s nothing between us,” Kaoru said, and he let his hand drift up the broad mass of Kojiro’s chest toward his neck. “That we don’t want this.”
“Kaoru,” Kojiro said, and the quiver in his voice only further emboldened Kaoru to cup his face.
“You should let me blow you.”
Kojiro’s expression contorted into one of surprise. He didn’t seem to know what to say, so Kaoru only waited with his thumb rubbing circles into Kojiro’s cheek. They’d already gotten this far into their conversation, so Kaoru had a good feeling that things were working in his favor. The surprise on Kojiro’s face shifted into something more heated, a clear sort of hunger present in his gaze.
“Okay.”
“Yeah? You’ll let me?”
“I’d let you do anything you want to me, Kaoru.”
“Anything?” Kaoru echoed softly. He tilted his head and leaned in just slightly, letting his breath puff out against Kojiro’s closed mouth. Kojiro’s lips parted as he inhaled a shaky breath. “That’s a very positive outlook. You sure you want to give me that kind of power?”
Kojiro visibly swallowed, and Kaoru felt the movement against his fingertips. “If it’s you... yeah.”
Kaoru brought his other arm up to loop it around Kojiro’s neck, and it seemed to prompt Kojiro to start leaning in. Kaoru let his eyes flutter closed, allowing Kojiro to finally slot their lips together. He was pleased to note that they were as soft and warm as he’d been hoping for, and he didn’t bother stifling his sigh.
Kojiro’s hands found their way to Kaoru’s waist, curling around it with a firmness that didn’t fail to make Kaoru’s legs tremble. He liked kissing Kojiro and didn’t exactly want to pull away, but he couldn’t help the pent-up desire making itself known. Heat was traveling down his body at a rapid rate, unrelenting and persistent. Just as he was considering dropping to his knees, Kojiro broke away to mumble in his ear.
“Were you wanting this to be a tonight kind of thing? We can go back to my place.”
Kaoru very much enjoyed the idea of going to Kojiro’s house. But he couldn’t exactly wait with the frenzied state of his body and mind. That, and there was the fact that his dream had taken place in this very restaurant. Kaoru liked the idea of mimicking it this way.
“I’ll do it right here. Right now,” Kaoru said, and he started lowering himself down.
Kojiro’s eyes widened, and he quickly grabbed Kaoru’s arm with a glance around the very empty room. Kaoru paused and raised an accusatory eyebrow at him, asking a question without words.
“Wait, Kaoru. Let’s at least…”
Kojiro trailed off and tugged him down the hallway toward the back room. It was likely where the employees would take their breaks, as there was a simple layout of a few tables and chairs along with a refrigerator in the corner. Kaoru didn’t need any further prompting, closing the door before pressing Kojiro against the nearest wall. He dragged Kojiro into a searing kiss that only lasted a few seconds, and then he pulled away to sink down the length of his body, arranging himself onto his knees.
He listened to Kojiro’s ragged breaths as he started unbuckling his belt, sliding it apart before fumbling with the button and zipper. Once Kaoru tugged his pants halfway down his legs, he couldn’t resist dragging his palm along the hard bulge straining against his black underwear.
Kojiro cursed under his breath, and Kaoru looked up at him curiously. Kojiro already looked so debauched, his face a rosy hue despite having barely been touched. It made Kaoru smile sweetly up at him, knowing very well that what he was about to do didn’t involve a shred of innocence.
Curling his fingers over the hem of his underwear, Kaoru slowly pulled the fabric down until Kojiro’s cock was springing up, nearly smacking him in the face. Ignoring the thought that he wouldn’t have minded if it did, he wrapped his hand around the base, noticing just how thick and long he was. The measurements were pretty close to how he’d always imagined, since he’d assumed as much from Kojiro’s hefty physique.
“Fuck,” Kaoru couldn’t help mumbling. He glanced up at Kojiro before pressing his lips to the side of it. He was definitely going to get greedy throughout this whole thing. His fingertips barely touched around him, and that realization drove him wild.
He didn’t jump straight into things, keen on drawing out those gasps bordering on low moans, basking in the ravenous eyes that were adhered to him. Kojiro shuddered as Kaoru started peppering light kisses all around and along his cock.
“So, what’s this all about, Kaoru?” Kojiro said. “Why’d you suddenly decide to make a move?”
Kaoru considered keeping the dream to himself and pretending that this whole situation was spontaneous. After all, he hadn’t been planning to disclose anything regarding his fantasies. This was still a sort of experiment in a way, so he wouldn’t want to reveal all the details. At the same time, he found himself wanting to see Kojiro’s reaction to the idea, at least.
“Had a dream about you last night,” Kaoru said.
Kojiro’s eyebrows rose in clear interest. His lip twitched almost imperceptibly. “Oh yeah? Tell me about it.”
Kaoru hummed and continued dragging his lips along Kojiro’s cock, parting them to prod his tongue against it. “Wouldn’t you rather watch it play out in real time?”
That was when Kaoru decided to take him into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking gently. Kojiro threaded his fingers into his hair with a groan. Kaoru kept his eyes on Kojiro’s as he swirled his tongue around the head, dipping it underneath and flicking repeatedly. While there was certainly pleasure on Kojiro's face, there was no evidence of tears escaping his eyes, and Kaoru supposed that was a good sign.
“Yeah. Like that, Kaoru. Like that.”
Kaoru kept tightening and loosening the suction of his lips on the tip, enjoying the way Kojiro’s attention remained on him. He started dipping his head a bit forward before pulling back to where he’d been before.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Kojiro said, curling a strand of pink hair around his fingers. “Wanna try taking it a bit deeper?”
Since he couldn’t exactly speak in his current position, Kaoru brought his hands up to Kojiro’s thighs and squeezed. His eyelashes fluttered as he tried to silently communicate his approval. Kojiro seemed to understand, and his fingers pressed gently into the back of his head, encouraging Kaoru to move forward.
As Kaoru slowly inched forward, his lips stretched as they reached the thicker part of Kojiro’s cock. It was a bit of a challenge to handle such a massive size, and he wasn’t quite sure if he was doing things right. But Kojiro’s fingers remained weaved in his hair, guiding him forward and back while he murmured gentle praises. Every encouraging word and compliment went straight to Kaoru’s cock, and he quickly found himself squirming in his spot on the floor.
How had it come to this? The situation had majorly shifted from Kaoru’s expectations. Well, Kaoru supposed he hadn’t known what to expect in the first place. All he knew was that Kojiro cried in his dream, and now Kaoru was the one with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
While Kaoru was technically in control of his movements, Kojiro was nudging him along enough that Kaoru felt like the power was out of his hands. And he realized with a jolt of embarrassment that he liked it. A bit too much, probably. He definitely shouldn’t be enjoying Kojiro’s skillful fingers tugging his hair to maneuver him, pulling him off only to push him back on once Kaoru heaved in a few breaths.
“Good boy,” Kojiro said under his breath, as if it were merely an afterthought. As if he didn’t even know he was saying it and subsequently causing Kaoru’s composure to fully crumble.
Without a moment to consider hesitating, Kaoru reached between his own legs to press his hand over his erection. Kojiro still seemed focused on Kaoru’s mouth working along his cock. Feeling impatient, Kaoru fumbled with the ties of his kimono and opened it just enough to reach inside his underwear, pulling out his cock to properly stroke himself.
The feeling of his mouth being used along with his own stimulation caused a rumbling moan to travel up his throat. Kojiro’s eyes flicked down his body, and he must have finally taken notice of Kaoru’s predicament. He sucked in his lower lip and bit down slightly before letting it slide back out.
“Fuck, Kaoru. Are you touching yourself for me?”
Kaoru tried to hum his acquiescence, but with Kojiro’s cock prodding at the back of his throat, it came out as a garbled moan. He moved his hand just a bit faster over himself, and Kojiro’s eyes appeared to darken longingly.
“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking your hand with my dick in your mouth.”
Kaoru could swear he received another jolt of pleasure from his crass language alone. There was something about the way he described it so literally and without shame, his sharp eyes set on Kaoru’s fluttering ones.
Kaoru did exactly as he was told, and Kojiro’s movements eventually started to stutter. It was a fascinating experience to watch Kojiro fall apart from the smooth slide of his lips and tongue.
Kojiro pulled out of his mouth and asked in a breathy plea, “Where?” And Kaoru could only assume he was asking how Kaoru would prefer him to finish.
“On my face,” Kaoru said, swiftly removing his glasses and closing his eyes. He didn’t know what possessed him to make such a bold request, especially since he preferred to maintain a clean exterior.
But the idea of being dirtied by Kojiro of all people filled him with a smoldering heat that was impossible to ignore. He heard Kojiro groan above him, and then there was hot fluid shooting onto his face. Some of it landed in his hair, and more dripped onto his upper lip. He couldn’t resist letting his tongue dart out to taste the saltiness. Kojiro’s subsequent cursing spurred him on, and he only had to tug his cock a few more times before he spilled over his hand.
“That’s so hot. Fuck, you’re so hot, Kaoru.”
Kaoru opened one eye to take in Kojiro’s awestruck expression, and it made him want to smirk despite the gunky feeling starting to settle uncomfortably on his skin and hair. He was certainly reveling in the attention, but he also wanted nothing more than to clean himself up. When he shuffled around as if to stand, Kojiro helped him into a nearby chair, which wasn’t exactly where Kaoru had been meaning to go. He’d been hoping to slip away to the restroom.
Kojiro, however, was as perceptive as always, and he sought out the sink on the other side of the room. He gathered some paper towels and dampened them before cleaning himself, and then he did the same for Kaoru.
Once all the hygienic maintenance was out of the way, Kojiro somehow convinced Kaoru to sit on his lap—fully clothed, for the record. They both were, as a matter of fact. The ensuing conversation shifted into a lighter tone, and the atmosphere felt strangely normal.
Kaoru may have just blown his best friend, the head chef of his own Italian restaurant, within said restaurant, fueled almost entirely by Kaoru’s lustful wet dream the night before... but the universe worked in mysterious ways. And if the universe decided that this was how they’d finally acknowledge their mutual feelings for one another, then Kaoru wasn’t going to argue with that manifestation.