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Hajun's kitchen was a total mess – an aftermath of first-time baking and sampling homemade pancakes. Empty bowl with dough lay forgotten in the sink, pans cooled down on the oven, various utensils scattered everywhere on the counter. Two bitten pancakes fell to the floor out of Kanata's fingers as he hopped onto the table in a vain attempt to avert Allen.
"I bet that bankroller will ban you from seeing me."
"He'll certainly try."
Allen's teeth came bare in a smirk and dug into Kanata's lip. Kanata inhaled sharply, hooking hands over tense shoulders; firm grip on the collar warned of words that he was too inebriated to phrase. Allen was slow to kiss him – his hands slipped further on the counter, hips fell perfectly into place between Kanata's legs. Hot flows of blood sank Kanata's abdomen, his limbs shuddered owing to every move of lips. He leaned to Allen, arms roping around his neck, toes curling at the coffee licks Allen left inside his mouth. Warm hand on Kanata's pulse tingled each tiny nerve of the body. It lacing into his hair rid him of any constraints. Alas, soft moans could not hold Allen closer, and Kanata felt his own heart stop when Allen pulled away.
"What..." his voice was low and distant, as if it sounded from the body Kanata didn't possess anymore.
"I... I feel so hot..." Allen's fingers trembled on Kanata's thigh, his ears and collarbones were flushed. "When you kiss me, I just..."
Kanata loved that sight so much. Pure malice rooted in his heart kept him wondering from time to time what edges he could drive Allen to. Naturally, Kanata had to find out.
Skewing his head slightly, he seized Allen's lips in a kiss. It was amusing to catch Allen off guard like that, but the way he devotedly returned the passion was ever worth it. Kanata felt faint touches to his waist, his hips shifted on the counter top and caused friction. Allen's voice sounded best when it filled Kanata's mouth with groans. As he trailed Kanata's skin with wet pecks, Kanata panted to his ear, the smell of Allen's shampoo a philtre for his clouded mind.
"Allen... Bedroom."
"Yeah..."
Allen's love found so many endearing ways to coat Kanata, to make him feel and know how valuable he was and how much Allen's life depended on him. He hugged Kanata, he gave him roses, he cooked both of them dinner. He listened to Kanata's songs, he learned Kanata's lyrics, he sat for nights next to Kanata and wrote music. And it worked. Each time Kanata felt like suffocating on the tenderness that Allen granted.
Yet, paradoxically, Kanata felt most of all loved when Allen pressed him down on the mattress and his steadfast weight excluded any chance to shy away; when he grabbed on Kanata's wrists and dented them into the pillows; when his kisses were so wild that Kanata's lips ached of grazes and bites. Those were the moments when Kanata was bound to lose his mind. Allen's scorching breath on his neck and chest boiled the wet traces his tongue had left all over. Maddening sensations took rule of Kanata's body, making his back arch into the licks, his legs to tremble in a pitiful attempt to find release around Allen's torso. A particular sound escaped Allen's mouth with a rich huff, and Kanata was oh so late to whine for more contact. Allen got up, leaving only one hand to pin into Kanata's glistening stomach, and his face radiated mysteriously.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous."
Kanata's abdomen rolled under his hand, and it glided up as Allen hovered above Kanata.
"Don't stop, idiot..."
"I'm not," he whispered to Kanata's cheek and saw the shudder it sent through the twin's body. "I just need to know if you're ready to play a little."
Kanata bit at the moan that threatened to wreck him, one palm cupping Allen's jaw feebly. He cursed under the breath and hoped that Allen was smart enough to decode the answer in the kiss.
"Shh. It's alright." Allen said to his lips. "Lie here for a second."
Losing Allen's heat was cruelly disheartening, and Kanata almost cried for him to come back. Chest heaving and fingers digging holes in the sheets, Kanata propped himself up and watched as Allen snatched something from the wardrobe. The mattress bent as it landed heavily, yet it became so inconsequential when Allen gripped at the back of his shirt and tugged it off. Kanata did not want to know what lustful expression he'd made that inspired such smug sneer on Allen's face.
"Come here." Allen stretched out both arms, and Kanata gravitated to them like he belonged there. Allen helped him out of his shirt and held his head up so that Kanata could listen. "If you can't take it anymore, grab my hand. I'll stop immediately. I promise you."
"Are you taking me for a princess?" Kanata chuckled.
"Never. But I want to make all of this good for you."
"I'm not some weakling. I can take you."
"Oh, I'm sure."
Allen's glance slid from Kanata's lashes to his mouth, as his hand fell graciously. It ghosted over his ribs and navel, finally reaching the band of the pants.
"We won't need them anymore."
Sheer obedience reigned Kanata's body while he worked the button and freed himself out of the remaining clothes. To further demise, he made a mistake of looking at the items Allen had gotten out of the closet. Red ropes certainly suited his tastes. Allen grabbed them somewhere in the middle and sat onto the mattress. Kanata mindlessly closed the distance.
"I will guide you through it." Allen promised, wrapping the rope around Kanata's hips.
The process became a tingly mess in Kanata's head: the red circled his thighs and crawled up to the ribcage, a cobweb adorning his chest; Allen's pecks and soft whispers led Kanata through, ever enough to subdue his entire body. All of his touches were unclear apparitions, made real only by how tight the knots came around Kanata's limbs.
Allen's voice reached his ears through a haze. "Hey, wake up, lover boy. It's only the beginning."
Kanata wished for the words behind his shoulder to sound longer, for it was the only feel to ascertain his reality. His palm followed the weaving pattern on the chest, eyes darting dreamily everywhere and stopping promptly on the hardened length.
"Oh no, Kanata. Not now." Allen, who'd come to face the twin, covered the cock with a hand and pressed down. "You won't touch yourself."
Ignoring the moaned curse, he took Kanata's hand and drew the second one closer, a smaller rope circling both wrists in a moment.
"You're sick." Kanata whined. Allen only smirked.
Arm supporting the low of Kanata's back, Allen made him lay down, the cuffed wrists caught stiff and moved behind the head. Painfully slow gaze travelled from Kanata's crotch to his irises, and Allen's low call covered his skin in shiver.
"Where do I start?"
Desperate moves of caged limbs scrubbed blisters into the skin, and the sting made Kanata cry out. He saw Allen's mouth and the conceit in the smile, but was stupidly oblivious to Allen's game.
"It's so much fun already."
Hips quivering erratically, Kanata breathed heavily and still believed he could steal a relieving kiss. How broken he felt when Allen laughed to his neck and returned to the edge of the bed, where Kanata's shins were glued to his thighs. Allen caressed the inner side of his legs and halted right in front of the cheek.
"You're so greedy. I love it."
"Fuck, Allen..."
Kanata's face was blazing hot. Sweat started to cover his torso, and he could feel it leak into the scrapes under the rough cords. Muscles between his legs clenched, entertaining Allen's ego even more. Kanata was forgetting himself at dangerous speed, and that was what both of them wanted.
Somewhere in the room Kanata made out a click of a bottle cap. Unfortunately, he didn't realize what it meant – cool liquid poured down his crotch and sank to the tightening ring, which worked perfectly to draw out shaky moans. He wished for Allen's fingers to be an ounce of relief, yet all of those silly dreams were dispersed by harsh stimulation. Even though his mind was deadly aflame and unable to conjure a single thought, Kanata's body remembered exactly how to relax for Allen. Long strokes glided inside and took him apart instance by instance. Allen told praises, whispered lewd compliments, but Kanata was long lost.
"Hey, look at me."
Unbearable as it was, Kanata locked eyes with Allen; he brushed silver strands from Kanata's face and kissed his way up to his mouth. Allen's kisses were feeding Kanata so much pure love. The scent of Allen's cologne simply made his brain short-circuit.
Kanata had missed the moment when pain turned into pleasure, but woefully, the loss of Allen's touch came overt to his conscious. His entire body trembled pathetically, toes and fingers curled so tightly as if there was something to keep. The time it took Allen to get rid of his clothes felt eternal. Nonetheless, the effect was worth the wait.
"You have no idea how perfect you look right now. Fuck," he grabbed Kanata under both knees and pushed down to his stomach, "I want to have you like that every day."
Smooth skin of Kanata's bottom screamed at every inch that Allen bent him. The pillow beneath Kanata's fingers was soaked and thin, barely anything to hold onto.
Allen gently lowered the twin's legs in favor of coating his own length in lube. Kanata swallowed richly as he watched and was made sorely aware of how hard he'd become. The tip of his cock poked the ropes at any wrong move and forced filthy whimpers out of Kanata's mouth. Alas, it was awfully difficult not to fidget under Allen and the lingering pleasure he was so willing to provide. Perhaps, it'd been his evil scheme all along.
Allen fondled Kanata's waist and thighs, hungry gaze stuck on the wet view beneath.
"Allen...please..."
The man clicked his tongue long and softly. "We have a whole day here. Have somewhere to be, charming?"
Nails dug ruthlessly into Kanata's side and pulled as if to drag him onto Allen. The warmth of the tip forced desperate thrusts out of Kanata's hips. Mumbling soothing somethings, Allen finally positioned himself, one hand combed messy hair from the forehead.
"Breathe."
One hand guiding the way inside Kanata, another took hold of the twin's member and stroked up from the base. It did little to loosen the space, but the groan it had mustered out of Kanata was full of promise. Loud pants filled the air as Kanata tried his best to adjust around Allen.
With a calming shoo, Allen grabbed onto the rope above Kanata's navel and dragged it down, eyes seldom checking the twin for reaction. Having filled Kanata entirely, Allen didn't spare him a second – the pace he'd exercised was steady, yet the thrusts were long and firm.
Allen's name fluttered in the air, mingled in the chaos of pleasure and lust. Sore and sorry, Kanata let go of the pillow and dropped his hands onto the mouth, a foolish attempt to cover the sounds pouring out.
"Kanata." Allen called, taking the roped cuff and jerking it up to the mattress. His body pushed hard inside, and Kanata felt sick. "Keep your voice up. I want to hear you."
When he'd been made certain that Kanata would not disobey, his fingers returned to the crimson net that laced tortured stomach and gripped at it harshly. The pace of his movements grew with each second, Kanata's muscles loosening at last and letting Allen in with ease. Allen whispered something, but Kanata was too high to decipher any word – rules and ropes restricting his body drove him to that state of helplessness where he'd surrender and hope for Allen to merely take his life. Humiliating and oh so desired.
Allen's knuckles dived under the cords around Kanata's legs and yanked his hips closer. Eyes rolling back, Kanata bit a lip to a wound yet could not stop the moan. His struggles seemed paltry to Allen, if the freedom he fucked into Kanata with was anything to judge by. Kanata sensed how Allen's hand brought his leg up and how his mouth left filthy kisses all over it, how his teeth ripped the skin, how cheeks grazed on the rope and clenched mindlessly around Allen.
The hair soaked and stuck to Allen's temples when his sweat broke out, and fuck, Kanata wanted to get drunk on it. At such point, he'd long for every fiber of Allen's body if it were to leave a single trace in Kanata's soul. He wanted Allen to claw the hieroglyphics of his own name everywhere, to bite scars into any healthy patch of skin, for it would mean something. It would lead to the only person who Kanata would sacrifice his heart for.
A teary plea fled him and sounded mortifying. If Allen was to deny him, Kanata would've lost it miserably. He knew through and through that one kiss would not give much succour, but when Allen leaned in, his hips slowed, and his tongue touched Kanata's, for a minute it seemed to be the remedy for all suffering. Clumsily, Kanata hooked Allen's neck between tied arms, thumbs weaved into the soft hair. Steady movement down his body kept him aground, his mind switching on and off at the altering sensations. Allen gave one long kiss to his cheek, then slid out at length and pushed intently in.
A sticky pool formed around Kanata's navel. His dick throbbed, pink stains covered the skin where the tip scratched too much rough cord.
"Touch me... Please, it hurts..."
Allen straightened above, his blurred gaze fell to where Kanata's abdomen caved and rose. He tilted his head, one hand reached out, and Kanata sighed in relief before Allen moved past the twitching cock and slanted his weight onto Kanata's stomach. He cooed amused as a bulge came visible under the skin and Kanata's whimper echoed in the room. Good boy.
"Fuck you, nghh."
Sighing lightly, Allen pulled out. Apparently, it hadn't even dawned on Kanata – his body shook and his breathing was ragged. Realisation looked good on him.
"No, no... Put it in, shit..."
Squirming was a mistake, for his back scrubbed fresh bruises and left new wide scrapes against the ties. Kanata dropped trembling hands to the wet chaos on his lower body, only for them to be gently taken and kissed better.
"Shh. We don't want it to end so soon."
"Allen... I want to come..."
One thumb touched the head and covered the oozing hole entirely. "Too bad."
Sobs escaped Kanata's lips and a tear formed on his eyelid at the long-awaited contact. Allen smudged the liquid over the length and promptly let go in favor of filling Kanata again. Sparks flew before Kanata's eyes, blood left his limbs and head and amassed in the bottom. Allen felt so good inside of him: he fit between tight walls perfectly, knew exactly what spot steered Kanata to the climax, wrenched the ropes with the right force to unhinge Kanata for good. He felt so much like a dream it made Kanata swoon in trance.
"Oh dear. You loved it so much, hm?"
The rhythm never ceasing, Allen dipped fingertips into white lines on Kanata's abs and cords. Wrapping palms around the latter, he shifted slightly and picked up the tempo.
"I wanted to come together."
Kanata's eyes shut as tears flowed down in salty streams, and he grasped the sheets to brace himself. Allen's expression was intolerable.
The track of time got lost uncared for amidst relentless pursuit for release. Nevermind the hot orgasm, Kanata desired for Allen to go on. Holding onto the headboard, he found the strength to push onto Allen, drunkenly seeking the feeling of warm semen inside. Allen's deep groaning played all the right strings of nerves, and Kanata's brain melted to the sound. His name, induced with need and prayer, flitted off of Allen's lips.
"Ah, 'm close."
He lowered above Kanata, hauling his weary wrists behind the neck and hugging him close by the shoulders. Erratic pounding sent Kanata floating to the clouds and Allen's wet tongue grounded him. He still tasted of coffee and sugary dough, but smelled like eros and covet.
Lowly moans vibrated through Kanata's mouth as Allen sucked on his tongue and ate at his chin. Steady heated sensations spread down Kanata's body, Allen's voice hushing to panting cued for desired climax. Legs hooked around Allen's waist, Kanata squirmed closer in an attempt to enjoy the remaining hardness. He kissed Allen through it, and perhaps hoped to convey gratitude. How silly.
One hand quickly reaching for the twin's arms, Allen undid the wrapping and let Kanata weave fingers into the hair. Kanata moved impossibly closer, as if wished to swallow Allen entirely. His wrecked body still rocked beneath.
I love you. Such good boy.
They kissed for minutes, hours, until the aftershocks subsided in both their bodies. Allen untied the crimson lacing one by one, basking in the view of smutty traces they'd left. The picture only lacked a couple bite marks.
Only then did Kanata realise how sore and bruised his muscles felt. Overcoming the pain he hung onto Allen's shoulders and drowned in another long kiss. Fuck, Allen loved him so much.
"How are you feeling?"
"Kiss me again, and I'll tell you."
The bath may have witnessed their round two.