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There are certain things Chuuya has learned about Kunikida after dating him for almost a year.
For example, he always drives with two hands on the wheel. The only time Chuuya has ever seen him take a hand off—and it was only once, mind you—was to flip someone off because they were honking at them 0.2 seconds after the light turned green. Chuuya laughed the rest of the ride back, greatly entertained.
Another thing they've learned is that Kunikida is almost always holding something. Whether that be his pen, his notebook, a cup of tea, or something else, his hands are always busy. Chuuya chides him for it constantly, for the lack of rest makes his hand tremors particularly bad, but he's stubborn about it.
Yet another thing they've learned is that Kunikida keeps his nails very well-groomed. He never lets them get long enough to scratch, trimming them regularly.
See how all of these things have to do with his hands? Yeah, it's because Chuuya desperately wants Kunikida's hands tugging at their hair, but they have no idea how to bring it up.
——
Their relationship has been filled with adventure and excitement, and Chuuya isn't shy to admit that they're head-over-heels in love. Of course, that sentiment also extends to the bedroom. Kunikida is one of, if not the most, attentive lover Chuuya has ever been with, and his diligence in bed always makes them feel treasured.
He catalogues everything that makes them feel good, using them all to his advantage to bring them over the edge faster than they can blink. But that's the thing—Kunikida can't read their mind, and so he won't know about this fantasy of theirs unless they bring it up.
But that's so embarrassing that Chuuya would really rather die.
It's not that they think Kunikida will laugh at them or anything. Kunikida has been receptive to anything that brings them any pleasure. And it's fine to daydream about your boyfriend when you're getting yourself off, isn't it?! And it's fine to be horny over his very talented, very long, very quick fingers—
Chuuya groans out loud, burying their face in the pillow. Kunikida isn't home right now because he's working, and Chuuya has been lazing around in bed. They've been mulling this over for a few days already.
Maybe they should take the next few days off? Their work schedule isn't as fixed as Kunikida's is, and so long as they clear up all their paperwork and have no missions, they can just stay home. They're already a bit ahead in preparation for this Friday, where they'll be going out with Hirotsu and Kajii again, so…
Chuuya nods to themself, grabbing their phone. They open it, smiling when they see their lockscreen. It's a picture of Kunikida holding up his hands, showing off freshly painted nails, courtesy of Chuuya. His lips are curled into a bashful grin.
It's Chuuya's favourite photo.
They shake their head. This isn't the time to get distracted.
Chuuya taps on the calendar app, looking through their schedule. They should be able to take the next week off, honestly. And that means plenty of time to figure out how to ask Kunikida to pull their hair like it's a leash.
Just then, a notification comes in from Kunikida himself. Chuuya clicks on it and their eyes widen comically.
Okay, it's not like it's anything particularly dirty. It's a photo of an adorable dog plushie. Kunikida must be off work now and at the mall with his coworkers.
The dog is a golden retriever, which Chuuya has mentioned being their favourite breed a few times. Now, the issue with this picture is that Kunikida, for some reason, is holding the plushie by its neck, his thumb and index finger wrapped around it like it's a makeshift collar. Chuuya feels a tug in their stomach as they stare at his fingers, swallowing slowly.
Kunikida:
*sent an attachment*
> This reminded me of you.
Chuuya:
yeah i do wish that was me <
Kunikida:
> What?
Chuuya:
what <
God. They need to be put down.
Kunikida doesn't respond, so Chuuya assumes he's distracted with something stupid Ranpo or Dazai did. He'll tell them about it when he comes home anyway.
Still, Chuuya sighs, bringing fingers up to their neck. They brush them against the exposed skin, empty since they're not wearing their choker. They don't wear it when they're fucking, but now that they're thinking about it, they do want Kunikida to pull on it too.
Maybe they just want him to toss them around like a ragdoll. Chuuya bites their lip at the idea.
They sigh again, tossing their phone aside. They should probably settle their own dinner soon, even though they'd really rather eat something that isn't food right now.
Chuuya gets up, heading to the kitchen to find something that will satiate their hunger, and continues thinking about their boyfriend, stuck in a daze.
Chuuya does not realise this predicament will affect their work, but it is, and they can't even find it in themself to be ashamed.
They groan, tossing their spoon aside and massaging their temples. They cannot focus, not with millions of images of Kunikida in their head. All they want to do is go home and kiss their boyfriend silly, and maybe do something more, and—
"Chuuya-san? Are you alright?" Higuchi asks.
They're currently taking their lunch break, eating, or at least trying to eat, a bowl of fried rice in the Mafia's canteen. They don't usually come down here, but they didn't feel like going out today. When they came down, they ran into Higuchi, Tachihara, and Gin, so now they're sitting at a table with them.
"You look super out of it," Tachihara adds on. Gin nods.
Chuuya bites their tongue, wondering if it's really appropriate to share the less than kid-friendly thoughts in their head right now. But then they decide that they don't really care, plus they heard stories from Kunikida about running into Tachihara and Tanizaki in places they should not be, and decide that these guys can handle it.
"I need to be fucked until I can't walk," they state, like it's a fact or a law.
Gin chokes on his drink.
"Real," Tachihara says, even though his cheeks are burning bright red.
Higuchi winces, but she nods, gesturing for them to continue. Well, not that Chuuya wants to continue, but since they're given the opportunity…
"Doppo could ask me to do anything and I would get on my knees in an instant. Do you know how long it's been since I've seen him, 'cause of work and shit?"
"I—woah," Tachihara huffs out. "Wait, you would get on your knees? Actually?"
"We're versatile." Chuuya waves that question away. "I'd do much worse than get on my knees, but my boyfriend is nice to me."
They preen a bit at calling Kunikida their boyfriend. It's a kind of high that never gets old, and they love rubbing it in everyone’s faces just to see them grimace.
"You know," Higuchi begins, sounding hesitant. "I never thought to ask, but why do you wear that choker?"
The implications are extremely clear. Chuuya considers denying them, but they decide it would be kinda funny to make the situation worse, plus it's not like they haven't thought about it.
Oh well. The Black Lizard are good at keeping shit to themselves.
"It's so I can tempt Doppo into putting a leash on me, yes," they deadpan.
Gin looks severely constipated when he puts his head in his hands. Tachihara chokes on his laugh—at least one person appreciates Chuuya's humour.
"What, like a dog leash?"
"Who do you think I am?" Chuuya scoffs. They smirk under their faux air of nonchalance.
"That is unhinged, dude. They need to put you in a cone. The cone of shame," Tachihara says.
Higuchi nods empathetically. "Like the ones they put around dogs to stop them from scratching at themselves?"
"A cone won't stop me from barking," Chuuya mutters, and instantly regrets it.
Gin slams his cup on the desk, hands moving aggressively. Chuuya isn't extremely well-versed in sign language, so they struggle to keep up with the aborted movements, but Higuchi translates it before they can ask.
"He says he's leaving and that you guys are animals," she says, gesturing to both Tachihara and Chuuya. Gin nods, standing up and grabbing his tray to clear it while Tachihara squawks about not being involved at all.
Chuuya laughs too, but deep down, they know that there's a bit of truth in their words. Sighing, they go back to thinking about Kunikida, this time tugging them around by their neck, and decide that if they don't come up with something soon, they will simply die.
Chuuya watches Kunikida get ready for work with a fond smile.
He's currently weaving his hair in a braid, having gotten more confident in trying new hairstyles since Lucy convinced him to do so. It also helps with his motor skills, which he has been painstakingly training up whenever he finds the opportunity.
He's sitting by the window, watching himself through the reflection of Chuuya's TV, and Chuuya's eyes are fixed on the way the sunlight reflects off his hair, casting it in a golden glow.
He's so gorgeous.
When Kunikida is done, he turns around, silently asking for Chuuya's approval. They pad over, stopping in front of him and reaching up to readjust his collar. They then lift their head and Kunikida gets the message, dropping them a chaste kiss.
"You look beautiful," they compliment, honesty dripping from their words.
Kunikida blushes sweetly. "Thank you."
Chuuya runs a hand down the braid, fiddling with the end. They wonder about trying some hairstyles of their own—they usually only ever wear their hair down, but maybe a simple ponytail like Kunikida's usual would be a fun switch…
(Maybe a simple ponytail would tempt Kunikida into grabbing it, and then Chuuya can get what they want without having to directly ask for it—)
"What are you frowning about?" Kunikida asks, tapping their chin.
Chuuya jumps, letting go of the braid. "Nothing. By the way, I have the next few days off."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Until Monday, probably."
Kunikida beams. "So, I'll be able to see you this whole weekend?"
Chuuya doesn't bother hiding their grin. Kunikida bends down, kissing them more firmly this time, excitement thrumming through his veins. Chuuya laughs against the kiss, ignoring the heat swirling in their gut for now, in favour of the fluttery feeling in their heart.
"I'll be back before you go out tonight," Kunikida says once he pulls away. "Do you need me to get anything?"
Chuuya shakes their head. "That's alright. Have a good day at work."
Kunikida smiles again, his eyes shining with so much life that Chuuya feels overwhelmed by it. He puts on his shoes before grabbing his bag and a jacket. Chuuya blows him a final kiss from the living room and he laughs, pretending to catch it before blowing one back.
When Kunikida leaves, Chuuya heads back to bed, wanting to catch a bit more sleep before their outing tonight. They curl up in bed, bringing the blanket up to their chin, the familiar smell of Kunikida's shampoo still present in the pillow next to them.
This time, when Chuuya drifts off to sleep, there are only dreamy thoughts of Kunikida's smile rather than anything else.
Drinking with Hirotsu and Kajii is always one of Chuuya's greatest highlights of the month.
It's an uncanny friendship, as they've heard many times, but it works. Between Kajii's quirky (re: berserk) mind, Hirotsu's calm demeanour, and Chuuya's crazed rants, they come together to create the best hangout ever. In Chuuya's humble opinion, at least.
Right now, Kajii is sharing about how he blew up his lab for fun, and Chuuya is trying to nod along, even though they're extremely distracted. Hirotsu, at least, looks like he's keeping up much better than they are.
It's not like it's their fault. Kunikida complimented their outfit before they left and kissed them so hard they almost tripped over their heeled boots, and they're supposed to just forget about that? Absolutely not.
Chuuya fiddles with their top, the meshed texture at the end beginning to fray from how old it is. They've always had a bad habit of hogging things until they're completely unusable. It's something they picked up from living in the slums with limited resources that you can't just throw away.
"Chuuya? You've been spacing out."
They flinch, looking up. Kajii is peering at them through his goggles, which he refuses to take off even when they're in the bar. "Huh?"
"You've been swirling that glass of wine for the past five minutes," Hirotsu points out.
Chuuya scowls. "No, I haven't." To prove their point, they bring the glass to their lips and down the entire thing in one go. It slides down their throat smoothly, a berry-like, sickly-sweet taste filling their mouth, followed by a somewhat bitter aftertaste.
Chuuya coughs, but before either of them can stop them, they call for another glass. Hirotsu simply sighs.
"You don't usually drink this fast unless you're trying to forget about something," Kajii muses. "What is it?"
"I have no problems," Chuuya says as they receive their next glass. They drink it a bit slower this time, but their head is already feeling hazy, a pleasant buzz filling their ears.
"...Spit it out," Hirotsu says with a shake of his head. He already has a cigarette box open.
And Chuuya, who has just been dying for an opportunity, spills. Wine makes them overshare, but it wouldn't be anything the other two haven't heard before. "Doppo is so dumb!"
"Ooh, boy problems," Kajii gasps. "Shall I blow him up?"
"N-no, not like that," Chuuya hiccups. They glare at their drink. Hiccups suck. "He should be able to read my mind, that's what."
"What exactly is he supposed to be reading?" Hirotsu asks.
Chuuya looks him dead in the eye. "I need him to rail me like a ragdoll."
"O- kay," Kajii says loudly. "Sure. That's not the first time you've said that."
"And I need him to put his hands around my neck. And in my hair. And—"
"Maybe you should stop drinking for a bit—" Hirotsu begins. Chuuya's answer is to drink some more.
With every sip they take, their mind fills with more images, playing out different fantasies. Chuuya can't stop voicing them out, the words spilling from their lips in a constant stream, like a waterfall. They finish their second glass and call for a third.
"Why don't you just ask him to do all that?" Kajii suggests when Chuuya laments about needing their hair pulled for the fourth time in that conversation.
"Obviously I— hic— can't do that, idiot." Their glass trembles against their lips when they try to drink from it again. "That's stupid."
"If you say so," Kajii agrees with a shrug. "I don't get your hype, but okay."
Chuuya bristles. They should probably be glad that their friends don't want to hop on their boyfriend's dick, but they're getting defensive. Kunikida is a catch and his face is so pretty that Chuuya wants to sit on it at any given moment, okay? What's there not to get?
"Have you seen him with his hair down?" Chuuya slurs, their glass of wine almost toppling over. Kajii kindly takes it from them. "It's like— it's so—"
"He does not interest me," Hirotsu answers.
"He should!"
"Do you really want that?"
"...No," Chuuya grumbles, burying their face in their arms. They rest their cheek on their elbow as they gaze at nothing in particular. "Ugh. I feel sick."
"Do we need to call your boyfriend to pick you up again?" Kajii grumbles. He's such a hater, seriously, Chuuya doesn't wanna hear it from the guy who's messing around with Kunikida's childhood best friend. They're basically in the same boat here.
In the end, Chuuya does feel their eyes closing against their will, having drank enough that they're about to pass out. They mumble out a promise to repay Hirotsu for the bill, which he waves away like always as they walk out of the bar. Kajii also calls for Kunikida despite his complaints, who shows up about fifteen minutes later.
Coincidentally, Kunikida's hair is undone, loose waves falling over his shoulders as he gets out of the car. Chuuya changes their mind on the spot. They want to pull his hair.
"Thank you," Kunikida says as he takes Chuuya's hand, supporting their weight. The words are all fuzzy and they can't really make out what anyone is saying after that, their head filled with the sensation of being in Kunikida's arms.
"Doppo," Chuuya calls as Kunikida guides them into the passenger's seat. "Guess what."
"Yes?" Kunikida entertains. He pulls on the seatbelt, strapping Chuuya in place, then kisses their forehead as he heads over to the driver's seat.
"I— hic— I wanna go home."
"We're going home right now, Chuuya."
"Okay." Their head feels stuck in a haze, but Kunikida is here, so they let themself relax.
When they reach home, Chuuya feels dead on their feet. Kunikida guides them through the motions—taking off their shoes, changing into more comfortable clothing, brushing their teeth, and so on. He also makes them drink a full glass of water before bringing them to bed.
They lay down with a groan and Kunikida climbs in next to them. They reach over, grabbing his waist and nuzzling into his hip bone while he runs a fond hand through their hair before pulling out his notebook, flipping it open.
Chuuya's exhausted, but they still want Kunikida close, even if there's nothing they can muster up the energy for right now. A shame, really. They thought the alcohol would make them less inhibited, but—
Looking at him now, laying next to them, his eyes on his notebook, they find their throat closing up. Not exactly from nerves or the inability to articulate themself, but they feel their stomach fluttering with butterflies at just the mere sight.
They may have been dating for a long time now, but sometimes, Chuuya still feels like how they felt during their first official date, or their first kiss, or even during their mutual confession. They bite the inside of their cheek, a giddy sensation in their stomach when they remember that they're actually together.
That Kunikida is here to stay.
Kunikida closes his notebook just then, finishing up whatever he's written, and turns to Chuuya. His eyes soften as he smiles at them, and Chuuya's heart takes a leap.
"Do you want to go to bed?" he asks as he shifts himself to lay down properly with them. He shuts the light as he does so, drowning them in darkness.
Chuuya hums, gathering their thoughts together. "I could go for a quickie," they tease.
Kunikida's chest rumbles with laughter. "Not when you're drunk. We've been through this."
"No…" They yawn, groaning as Kunikida brings a hand up to massage their shoulders. "Wanna fuck you until you can't walk."
He stiffens before laughing again, this time a lot more breathy. "In your current state? Sure, if you can even manage."
"Fuck off." They grin, hiding it in Kunikida's chest even though there's no one to see it.
Despite their previous lamentations, they decide that they can figure out how to ask Kunikida about it next time. As insatiable as Chuuya feels right now, they wouldn't trade this for the world either—being held lovingly in the arms of another and knowing that that won't change anytime soon.
After losing so much, having someone who is stubborn as a rock want to stay, is the biggest grace Chuuya has ever been granted with. They're not going to let that go.
With that thought in mind, they let sleep take over, resting their weary body.
Chuuya pokes their head around the corner of their bedroom entrance, eyes searching for Kunikida. He's currently sitting at the dining table, his laptop out as he works on something for the Agency. It's almost ten, and he definitely shouldn't be working this late, and especially not on the weekends, but, well.
Chuuya sighs fondly. Still, this isn't the time to reminisce about how much of a workaholic their boyfriend is, so they put on their game face.
Their hair is tied up in a high ponytail using Kunikida's red ribbon, standing out starkly against the auburn colour. They're wearing one of Kunikida's sleepshirts, black and loose enough that it drops on one side, exposing their shoulder. It's also long enough to cover up their boxers, making it look like they're wearing nothing underneath.
Perfect. Chuuya's got this seducing thing down to a tee.
They walk out of the bedroom, making their way over. Kunikida's shoulders are hunched over from staring at the screen for so long, so that's what Chuuya targets first. They put a gentle hand on his shoulder and Kunikida straightens up immediately, glancing back.
"Hi," he greets with a small smile before going straight back to work.
Well, that won't do. Chuuya puts a finger on his cheek, nudging him to face them. Kunikida goes easily, eyebrows knitted in amusement and confusion. They drop a small kiss on his lips before making their request. "It's getting late. You should come to bed."
Kunikida huffs out a laugh. "Sorry. I'll go after I finalise this document, I promise."
"You can do that tomorrow. Come on."
Before Kunikida can argue, Chuuya climbs onto his lap, perching themself on their reserved seat. Kunikida leans back, giving them a playful glare when they push a finger to his lips.
His hands come up to Chuuya's waist, wrapping around them lovingly. It's a simple gesture, but it's sweet enough to make their heart flutter, and also remind them that they want more.
They lean in, wordlessly asking for a kiss that Kunikida gives all too easily. Hah, Chuuya has so got him wrapped around their finger. They're definitely getting their way tonight.
They deepen the kiss, hands coming up to trace shapeless forms into Kunikida's chest through the thin fabric of his pyjamas. Chuuya licks around the outline of his lips, grinning when Kunikida parts them and lets them in.
Kunikida shifts, his thigh stuck between Chuuya's legs. Their breath stutters and they tighten their legs around him, grinding down. That makes Kunikida freeze, his fingers twitching around Chuuya's waist. He pulls back, eyes searching Chuuya's face. "A-are you hard?"
Chuuya peers at him through their eyelashes, amused to see Kunikida's cheeks reddening already. "Why? Wanna get me off, pretty?"
They grind down again, eyes fluttering shut at the spark of pleasure that ignites deep in their gut. Kunikida takes a while to reboot, but when he does, he adjusts his hold on Chuuya's waist and lifts his thigh, aiding their pleasure.
Chuuya groans, maybe slightly exaggerated to tempt Kunikida to bed, but it feels good nonetheless. They lean in, lips ghosting over Kunikida's ear as they pant, swivelling their hips back and forth. "Mmph. Was touching myself just now while thinking of you. You should fix that."
Kunikida lets out a groan of his own. "You're a damn minx, you know that?"
Chuuya doesn't bother with a reply. They hear the sound of Kunikida closing his laptop and they giggle, glad to have won. Kunikida doesn't peel them away, instead wrapping firm arms around their body and standing up, lifting them with him.
His walk to the bedroom is hurried. Chuuya laughs into his ear and Kunikida gripes about how horrible they are. He tosses them onto the bed, crawling over and pushing their lips into an urgent kiss.
Chuuya sighs, closing their eyes as they sink into the familiar feeling. The dreamy, floaty sensation that fills their head when Kunikida kisses them like he's trying to eat them whole. They want— no, they need Kunikida to ravage them inside and out.
They reach out to the tent in Kunikida's pants, rubbing at it through the soft fabric. Kunikida muffles a moan into the kiss, hips thrusting out in a filthy grind, as if he's just using Chuuya's hand for his pleasure.
Chuuya loves it when he gets selfish like this. Kunikida is always so focused on pleasing Chuuya that he hardly snatches that same glory for himself, but it's so hot when he does. And it's even hotter when he uses their body to do so, be it their hands, mouth, or—
"Chuuya," Kunikida says between kisses, barely giving them a second to breathe before he dives right back in. "Chuuya."
They sink under the attention, eyes unfocused whenever they try to open them. An aching throb in their boxers reminds them of their purpose, and they trail a hand down, only for Kunikida to grab their wrist, stopping them.
He pulls back, lips slick with spit as he says, "You wanted me to get you off, didn't you?"
Chuuya swallows back the sudden lump in their throat. "...Yeah."
"Then we do this at my pace," he says, or rather, demands.
They nod, speechless, flushing when Kunikida leans down to lick at the shell of their ear. Chuuya shudders, tilting their head to the side, wordlessly asking for more.
Lucky for them, at least, Kunikida is not in the mood to tease. He accepts their request, trailing kisses down the side of their neck, until his teeth sink into their collarbone. Chuuya bites back a whimper.
Their vision spins as Kunikida sucks, having mapped out all of their weak spots. He pulls at a bit of skin between his teeth, swiping his tongue over it a few times as Chuuya shivers. When they least expect it, he bites down harshly, making them jerk, bucking their hips up into nothing.
Kunikida brings a hand to their hip bone, holding them down. Chuuya can't help but whimper as they relinquish control, falling back limply.
They bring a hand up to Kunikida's hair, running fingers through golden locks. Him with his hair down is a rare sight, but Chuuya eats it up at any given opportunity. As Kunikida leaves the— third? fourth? —mark, they can't help it. They tighten their hold in his hair and tug.
Kunikida lets out a cut-off moan.
Immediately, his eyes widen as he stares down at Chuuya, a soft shade of pink painting his cheeks. Chuuya is sure they're not faring any better, their own cheeks burning while desire pools in their stomach.
They grin, tucking a piece of hair behind Kunikida's ear. "Did you like that?"
He glares. "I think you liked that."
"I did," they admit easily, trying not to think about how they might also want Kunikida to do that to them. They tap Kunikida's cheeks, huffing out a laugh. "You're cute when you're flustered."
"Shut up."
Chuuya laughs louder, wrapping their legs around Kunikida's hips and pulling him closer. "Come on. Just admit it, and I'll pull it as hard as you want."
Kunikida's cheeks flush darker. "I—um—"
"Maybe I'll do it while I fuck you from the back," they say with a smirk. "I'll use it to pull you back on my cock, use it like a leash."
Kunikida surges forward, shutting them up with a kiss. It's sloppy and desperate and Chuuya loves it, loves to elicit this kind of reaction from Kunikida, loves when he gets all hot and bothered because of a few sinful words.
He pulls back, eyes lidded, when he trails a hand down Chuuya's neck, resting right above their throat. He looks like he's in a daze. "I should put a leash on you. Maybe you'll shut your cheeky mouth up if I choke those words out of you."
Chuuya sucks in a harsh breath.
Kunikida pulls his hand away immediately, as if he just registered what he said. "Ah, sorry, that was too far. I never discussed that with you beforehand."
"Do it," Chuuya whispers, their voice tight and strained.
"W-what?"
Chuuya cups his cheek, gazing straight into his eyes. "I'm not gonna shut up. You'll have to make me."
Just like that, a fire ignites in Kunikida's eyes. He takes the challenge as well as Chuuya expected—with blazing determination to prove them wrong.
"Take your clothes off," Kunikida says, his voice an octave deeper. Chuuya shudders, reaching for the hem of their shirt, but Kunikida shakes his head. "I said your clothes. Not mine."
Chuuya swallows back an embarrassing noise as they let go, tugging their boxers down. The idea of being fucked in his clothes make them more excited than they would like to admit.
Kunikida helps them the rest of the way, shifting to the side and sitting on his knees while Chuuya kicks their boxers to the floor. Their cock springs free, standing hot and heavy against their abdomen.
Kunikida presses a soft kiss to their forehead, so full of tenderness that it makes Chuuya squirm away. They roll around, getting up to join Kunikida, and it's only then does he notice the ribbon in their hair.
"Is that mine?" he asks with a laugh, gesturing to their ponytail.
Chuuya bites their lip to hide a smile, shrugging. They gasp when Kunikida tugs it off in one smooth motion, the red string dangling from his hold. Chuuya's hair falls over their shoulders and he pushes it aside, holding onto the nape of their neck. "Come here."
Chuuya goes, curious to see where this leads. When they kneel right in front of Kunikida, he smiles, patting their head.
It's patronising. It's kind of hot.
Kunikida tilts their chin up, murmuring for them to stay that way. Then he wraps the ribbon around his throat, tying it into a little bow.
His hands shake as he does so and he bites his lip in frustration. Chuuya brings their own hands up, holding onto his wrist to steady him, squeezing in assurance.
Their breath shakes when they feel the ribbon tightening around their throat—not tight enough to constrict anything, but enough that Chuuya can feel it whenever they move their head, a constant reminder that it's there.
Kunikida tilts his head to the side, smiling. "It's not exactly a leash, so I suppose I'll pull something else instead."
"Fuck," Chuuya mumbles. They forget that they're not supposed to for a moment and rut their hips down, craving for a bit of friction to soothe the ache. A bead of precum dribbles out, staining the sheets.
It won't be the only stain tonight.
Kunikida pats his lap and Chuuya follows, crawling on top. He grants them a bit of relief, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking leisurely. Chuuya moans, rocking their hips.
"What do you want to do first?" Kunikida asks as he drags his palm up and down. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Yes," Chuuya gasps, stomach tightening at just the thought of Kunikida on his knees. "Fuck, please."
They're not above begging to get what they want, especially because of the visceral reaction it evokes. Kunikida guides them to the edge of the bed, then goes onto the floor, sinking to his knees. He seems to remember just then to take his glasses off, which makes Chuuya laugh.
They card a loving hand through his hair, pushing back his bangs. Kunikida pushes their knees apart, making room for himself, as if even though he's the one on the ground, he still commands Chuuya's every action.
It works surprisingly well like this. Kunikida likes to command, likes being in charge, and him being able to do so makes him more confident. And Chuuya, who's so strong and unbreakable outside of the bedroom, is glad to ease up control. It's a refreshing break from the image they need to hold up, simply moving along with Kunikida's whims.
Maybe there's something to be said about how deeply they trust Kunikida, and how that trust is returned tenfold. Because Chuuya could kick Kunikida off at any time, turning a moment of vulnerability against him with their strength and ability the moment they sense a hint of a threat.
Instead, they sink into the mattress, breathing out a sigh. Kunikida, their most dedicated lover, would never do anything to hurt them, not if he can help it. It's a testament to their relationship, and most of all, evidence of their shared trust.
Chuuya keeps their eyes open, gazing at their lover. Kunikida's own eyes flicker up to theirs for a moment before they flutter shut and his tongue darts out, licking a stripe from the base up.
Their breath stutters as they watch, entranced. Kunikida parts his lips, slick with spit, wrapping them around the head of their cock. His tongue swirls around the tip in a tantalising dance that has Chuuya choking out a moan.
Their hand finds his hair again when Kunikida begins sinking down. They don't pull yet, simply holding onto his scalp. Their other hand grips the edge of the bed in a weak attempt to ground themself and not buck their hips up.
Luckily, Kunikida seems to sense their predicament and comes to their rescue. He holds Chuuya's hips down, pinning them in place while he drags his lips back up, rubbing his tongue on the underside of their cock, getting it all wet and messy.
"Doppo," Chuuya breathes, struggling to keep their eyes open. "You— ah— you're so pretty."
He quirks an eyebrow and hums around their cock, as if to say am I?, and the vibrations send a violent shudder up Chuuya's spine. He repeats his previous motions, sinking down as far as his throat allows, then trailing back to the tip at a painfully slow pace, like he's actively toying with Chuuya's restraint. His tongue flicks at the tip where they're the most sensitive, forcing moan after moan out of them.
Chuuya's chest heaves with every pant. They've given up on keeping their eyes open, even though they really enjoy the sight of Kunikida beneath them. Instead, they sink fully into the pleasure, letting it coil tighter and tighter until it threatens to snap.
Kunikida plays their body like a fiddle, laser-focused on pulling out all the stops. Chuuya wouldn't be surprised if he was actively documenting things in his head right now, every involuntary twitch of their body another achievement to him.
He plays it like this is a game that he's determined to win. Chuuya feels their thighs clench around his head, muscles tensing with every spark of pleasure.
They groan at a particularly harsh suck, gripping Kunikida's hair and shoving him forward. Kunikida chokes in surprise, but he maintains his composure, continuing. When Chuuya opens their eyes, they see a hot red flush on his cheeks.
Taking another shaky breath, they warn, "I'm going to pull harder. Tap me twice if you want to stop."
Kunikida pulls off with a gasp, but he nods, determination gleaming in his eyes. He drops his mouth open again, letting Chuuya guide his cock back, sliding into the wet heat. He hollows his cheeks, making an obnoxious sucking sound, as if goading Chuuya to get on with their words.
Fuck, Chuuya is so in love.
They gather up a bunch of Kunikida's hair, holding it up by his roots, creating a makeshift ponytail. Chuuya isn't sure how long Kunikida will go on with this before he wants to take back control, so they're going to make the most of this while they can.
With that, they guide Kunikida down their cock until the tip hits the back of his throat, then tug him back harshly.
Kunikida lets out a rumbling moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. So Chuuya does it again. And again. And again.
"That's it," Chuuya hisses, curses on the tip of their tongue. "You're perfect, Doppo, ah, so perfect, l-love your mouth—"
Each time, Kunikida digs his fingers into Chuuya's thighs, like he's holding on to the edge of sanity. Sweat beads at his forehead and Chuuya wipes it away, the loving action a complete contrast to the rough treatment they're giving, tugging Kunikida back and forth like that's all he's good for.
God, he's so, so pretty when he's on his knees, when his eyes are shifting between wanting to focus and wanting to lose himself to pleasure. Chuuya's pleasure threatens to crescend at the sight—desperate moans and spit dribbling past swollen lips, droplets of sweat sliding down his skin, topped off with a blush so heavy that the only word they can use to describe the scene is debauched.
"Doppo," they groan, "I— hah, fuck— I'm going to c-c—"
Just then, Kunikida taps their thigh twice. Chuuya's mind does a switch as they quickly let go, even as their cock burns with the desire for release. They let out a noise akin to a whimper, hunching over to stave off their orgasm. A ragged gasp spills from their lips.
Beneath them, Kunikida is panting, wiping away the excess spit from his chin. He rises on shaking knees, cupping Chuuya's cheek to bring them back.
"Chuuya," he whispers, his throat hoarse from use. Chuuya bites their lip harshly.
They're so on edge that even the sound of Kunikida's voice might be enough to tip them over if he plays his cards right. At least Kunikida doesn't seem to want to end this so soon. He pushes Chuuya onto their back, crawling over them and bringing their lips together once again.
The kiss is slow and sensual, the opposite of the quick pace Chuuya was building up to earlier. It's a welcome distraction from the throbbing between their thighs. Their lips part as Kunikida suckles on the bottom, and Chuuya feels like they've been devoured whole.
Their cock throbs again, a painful reminder that they need more. They try to grind upwards, moaning so sweetly, and Kunikida pulls back to look down at them.
He pushes himself up on his arms, his hair a mess as he falls over his shoulder, simply gazing at Chuuya for a bit. Chuuya shies away from the affection in his eyes, so blatant and intense, unsure of how to handle it. Even though this isn't the first time they've fucked, Kunikida's love always pours from his every action, and Chuuya isn't sure if they're drowning in it or not.
"I…" Kunikida murmurs, but Chuuya shushes him before he can say it.
Their cheeks are aflame at the mere idea of hearing the confession for what it is. "I know."
Kunikida huffs out a laugh. "That doesn't mean I can't say it. I love you."
Chuuya turns, tossing an arm over their face in a lame attempt to hide. Their heart pounds in their chest and their throat locks up, any response they could possibly come up with getting stuck.
Kunikida runs a gentle hand down their arms, following the faint outline of scars left from corruption and other measly fights. He doesn't force Chuuya to look at him, patiently waiting for them to gather up their jumbled feelings.
Every time, Chuuya struggles to wrangle the knots in their heart—to understand your feelings when you can barely accept having them is no easy feat. They always fail, presenting Kunikida with a jumbling mess instead, one that holds the weight of everything they are.
Kunikida takes it anyway. Despite its ugly truth, he takes it.
It's undeserved, but Kunikida treats Chuuya's soul like it's made of the same thing as his. For all their flaws and imperfections, Kunikida sees it as beauty, evident from the way he worships Chuuya's scar-littered, mangled body, as if they are perfection incarnate.
Chuuya doesn't know how to handle that intensity. Everything Kunikida does is to the best of his capabilities, and he loves with his whole entire being. How can they, someone inhumane, ever dream of returning that affection?
Still, they want to. They want to return everything Kunikida gives them tenfold. It's the least he deserves.
They drag their arm away, looking Kunikida in the eyes. He's already smiling at them.
"I know," he echoes, and isn't that love, too? To be known?
Chuuya's eyes feel a bit hot as they flip them around such that they're laying on top of Kunikida instead. They kiss him, gripping the fabric of the shirt he's still wearing for some reason, trying to communicate it across. Their kisses sound like pleads—a mantra of do you hear me? Do you hear me? Do you understand?
Kunikida responds with fervour, as if to say I do, I do, I do.
Chuuya tugs at his clothes, mumbling against his lips, "You're wearing too many layers."
They strip Kunikida until there's nothing but bare skin beneath them. Chuuya runs hungry hands down his body, feeling for every jump and tension in his muscles and pushing the pads of their fingers on them. They do it until Kunikida relaxes, pliant and waiting.
They gasp when Kunikida hooks a finger under the ribbon they've forgotten about, pulling them in. The action causes the ribbon to tighten around their throat. Kunikida's lips ghost over theirs, just a few centimetres away.
When Chuuya tries to tilt their head forward for another kiss, they're tugged back. They whimper, heat crawling up their neck at being denied so easily.
"Lay back for me, Chuuya," Kunikida says, and Chuuya listens. They roll to the centre of the bed, staying on their stomach. Kunikida passes them a pillow to hug onto. "Lift your hips."
He slides another pillow under Chuuya's hips. A hand begins trailing down their back, fluttering over their sensitive skin. Chuuya closes their eyes, biting into the pillow when they hear the flick of a cap.
Kunikida coats his fingers with lube, brushing them against Chuuya's waiting hole. The first finger breaches the entrance and they tense. They're immediately soothed by a kiss to their shoulder and a sweet murmur.
He sinks the finger in up to the first knuckle, holding it there as Chuuya breathes. Once they give the go-signal, Kunikida drags it out, then pushes it back in deeper.
He keeps this painstakingly slow pace even as Chuuya wiggles their hips back, ready to take more. Kunikida has their body mapped out inside and out, clear by when he sinks another finger in and hooks it right where Chuuya wants, pulling a moan out of them.
"Fuck," they whisper, hugging the pillow tighter.
"Is it good?" Kunikida asks—a redundant question. He has to know it's good.
Chuuya bites their lip, stifling another moan as the pads of his fingers rub against their inner walls, opening them up from the inside. Kunikida stills when they don't answer.
"Chuuya," he calls, a teasing lilt to his voice. "I asked you a question."
They bury their face in the pillow, trying to push back on the fingers. Kunikida gives them a bit of reprieve, fucking his fingers back and forth in quick jabs that has them gasping, but he stops just as fast.
Chuuya groans in frustration, trying to rut their throbbing cock into the pillow. "Yes," they mumble, their voice muffled by the pillow.
Kunikida reaches out, grabbing the ribbon and giving it a harsh tug. Chuuya chokes on a gasp as their head is forced up, along with the squeezing around their throat. "A-ah!"
"I couldn't hear you," he says with a click of his tongue.
Chuuya's cheeks burn when Kunikida hooks his fingers again, pressing firmly at their prostate and dragging out a long, unfiltered moan from their throat. He doesn't let up, pumping his fingers in and out, the sudden switch up in pacing making them squirm away.
"D-Doppo," they heave, reaching back in a weak attempt to grab his wrist. "Wait— ah! S-slow down—"
Kunikida lets go of the ribbon, grabbing their hair instead, He holds onto it tightly, twisting it around his hand and keeping Chuuya's back in a sinful arch. Heat swoops to their stomach as they moan into open air.
"You're so noisy," Kunikida comments, and that only makes their cheeks burn brighter. "I really ought to gag you. A collar wouldn't be enough. Maybe a muzzle too."
"Fuck," they curse again as Kunikida slips in a third finger—when did he do that? Chuuya's asshole burns at the stretch, but it's so good, and Kunikida keeps avoiding his prostate, just a few inches away that they know he's doing it to tease, and—
"Doppo, I swear!" they complain, wincing when it sounds more like a whine.
"What?"
"Stop teasing me." They grind back, trying to get his fingers right where they need it. Their cock twitches as another drop of precum splatters beneath them.
"Hm," Kunikida hums, his fingers quickening their pace but still avoiding where they really need it. "Can you handle it?"
"H-handle what?"
"If you cum now, I won't give you a break before fucking you."
Chuuya whimpers when Kunikida lets go of their hair and a burning ache kicks into their scalp, a reminder of his presence a few seconds ago. They clench weakly around his fingers, chest heaving with each harsh breath they take.
"I can handle it," they insist. "So h-hurry up— ah!"
Kunikida drapes his body over theirs, flushed skin against flushed skin. Their head shoots up with a gasp when a warm hand wraps around their cock, pumping slowly. He doesn't give them a moment's rest, stimulating them from both ends, and the pleasure builds up so fast that Chuuya barely has time to blink.
"Yes, yes, yes," they chant, sultry moans spilling from their lips. They rut their hips back and forth, their body instinctively chasing the pleasure.
Kunikida chuckles and his teeth sink into the side of Chuuya's neck. They can feel Kunikida everywhere, touching, toying, a buckload of sensations that threaten to drown them and burst.
"Doppo," they huff out, "I'm gonna cum, please, I'm g-gonna—"
"Gonna make you cry," Kunikida purrs into their neck. "You're so loud, Chuuya."
A chaste kiss is pressed to their cheek. His fingers slip out and Chuuya whines at the loss, but they're shut up when that hand trails up their chest, coming up to cup their neck.
It's not much, but the feeling of Kunikida grabbing them from behind, as if he owns them, sends a desperate shiver through their body. He tightens his grip on their cock, jerking his hand at a rapid pace, and Chuuya grits their teeth in a lame attempt to maintain some semblance of control before they're tipping over the edge, fingers gripping the pillow.
"Mm! Doppo—!"
Right as they reach their peak, Kunikida squeezes their neck, cutting off their voice.
Chuuya's orgasm increases in intensity as their body locks up, shaking and falling apart. Their eyes roll to the back of their head as they scramble for air, and that struggle only makes them orgasm harder. Ropes of cum splurt out from their dick, coating Kunikida’s warm hand that only squeezes tighter until they can barely breathe.
Kunikida eases them through it, slowing down his movements before gradually coming to a stop.
He lets go of Chuuya's neck and they fall onto the sheets with a broken gasp for air. The sheets and the shirt they stole are stained with their cum, and when they turn back, they see that Kunikida's hands are no better, covered in streaks of white.
Most of all, Kunikida is looking at them like he's awestruck, eyes pinned on Chuuya's neck. He flips them around, putting them on their back. Their thighs quiver from the sudden movement, still shivering from the strength of their orgasm.
"That was so hot," he tells them, surging forward for a desperate kiss.
Chuuya kisses back like a man-starved. Their body trembles from the aftershocks but Kunikida soothes it with warm, affectionate hands, holding them like they're a precious display at a museum.
Kunikida reaches out for their neck again, brushing cum-stained fingers over the sensitive skin. He pulls back to look at Chuuya, smiling, and then brings those fingers to their lips.
Chuuya parts their lips on instinct and Kunikida pushes those fingers in, making them taste themself. It's dirty and shouldn't be this hot, but Chuuya lets out a depraved groan anyway, tongue flicking out to lick his fingers clean.
Kunikida's smile widens as he pushes Chuuya's sweaty bangs aside, kissing their forehead. "So pretty. So perfect."
A violent shudder runs through their body. They bite onto Kunikida's fingers to hold back an embarrassing moan, to which he only laughs harder.
"I do like it when you're so obedient," he says as he pulls his fingers out, reaching to the side and opening their drawer. He tears a piece of plastic, taking out a condom that Chuuya not-so-subtly eyes, their mouth watering.
Kunikida rolls the condom on—because he's always preaching safe sex even though they're both tested and Chuuya would very much not mind him going in raw—letting out a deep sigh as he pumps his cock a few times to slick it with lube, gaining much-needed relief.
God, Chuuya needs him so badly or else they'll die.
Despite their still-sensitive hole, Chuuya spreads their legs invitingly. Their hips have been propped up by the pillow and they reach down, pulling their asscheeks apart, blinking at Kunikida through heady eyes.
"Go on," they tease, "or I'll get bored."
"I—huh?"
"What? Thought you were gonna fuck me to tears."
Any hesitation Kunikida previously had melts away in an instant. He crawls over, caging Chuuya's body, but pauses when he looks down on them.
"Hold on," he says, untying the ribbon around their neck. Chuuya's neck feels much too bare once it slips off, and they kind of want it back.
"Why are you doing that?" they ask with a confused frown.
"I'm unwrapping my gift," he jokes, snickering when Chuuya hits his chest. "Put your hands up."
"Oh." They bring their hands together, one wrist over the other, creating an 'X'. Kunikida ties the ribbon around them, locking their hands in place, then pushes it above their head.
"Is it too tight?" he asks.
Before Chuuya can shake their head, Kunikida thrusts his cock in in one smooth glide, punching a gasp out of them.
"Fuck!" Chuuya's body bows forward, but Kunikida pushes against their wrist, reminding them to stay-put. He slides back until just the tip remains in them, the slow drag causing red-hot sensitivity to strike through them, and their hips twist off the sheets.
"Stay put," he demands, grabbing Chuuya's hips and dragging them back in. His cock thrusts back in again, and as he presses his hips to Chuuya's ass, they whimper at the feeling of being so full.
They groan when Kunikida grinds his cock in, pushing it even deeper somehow and forcing Chuuya to feel every inch. He leans over, locking their lips in another kiss and swallowing down their harsh moans.
"I'm going to fuck you as long as I want," he hisses against slick-swollen lips. "If you complain, I'll choke you."
Chuuya whimpers, nodding rapidly. "Please, fuck."
"Of course you're into that," he mutters with a small smile, biting their bottom lip before pulling away and getting to work.
Kunikida begins fucking them with fervour. Chuuya can only clench their fingers tightly, nothing to hold on to as he rams into them, practically punching the moans out of them.
Chuuya still feels sensitive from their previous orgasm, but it seems Kunikida was serious about not giving them a break. He ignores their desperate cries for him to slow down, until Chuuya's vision goes blurry and they're no longer forming coherent thoughts.
"Ah! Mmf— D-Doppo, please, fuck!"
"Please?" Kunikida repeats, leaning closer to lick a stripe up Chuuya's neck. They shiver, squeezing their eyes shut and turning their head to the side. "Please what?"
His voice is low and gruff, and it only serves to make Chuuya squirm harder. They're trying to be good and take it, but every time Kunikida's cock spears them open, their body twitches away involuntarily.
"I-I—" they begin, moaning through their words.
Kunikida chuckles next to their ear, slowing down but giving them harsher strokes instead. Every drag of his cock against their prostate only makes them groan. Their wrists twist in a weak attempt to free themself, wanting to grab something to ground them—the sheets, a pillow, Kunikida's hair, anything.
"Can't even get a word out," he teases, and why is that hot? Chuuya wasn't aware they liked losing control this much. "I thought you could handle it?"
"I can!" they insist, whimpering when Kunikida bites onto their collarbone, leaving another mark. He resumes his thrusts, moaning into Chuuya's skin. Sweat clings onto their forehead and there's heat everywhere and Chuuya feels like they're melting into the sheets, stuck with nowhere to go, no choice but to take and take and take—
"Doppo!" they whine again, wiggling their fingers. Kunikida brings a hand up, slotting it between one of theirs, and Chuuya holds him with a death-grip. They gasp when Kunikida switches up the angle, forcing their legs apart wider.
This angle drives his cock in deeper and Chuuya really can't take much more. They writhe into the sheets, crying out whenever Kunikida pushes his cock into their pulsing hole, dragging it against the oversensitive bundle of nerves. They feel sparks zip through their skin and their body feels like a livewire.
Chuuya tries to look up at Kunikida, but their vision keeps blurring. It's only when Kunikida brings another hand to their cheek, wiping his thumb there, that Chuuya realises that they're crying.
"Pretty," Kunikida says, awed, as his hips slam deeper. It's as if the sight of Chuuya crying sent him into a crazed state, fucking them with newly-revived vigour.
Chuuya can do nothing but sob. Their back arches up at a particularly good thrust straight at their prostate and they swear they see stars.
Kunikida brings a hand up to their throat, his other hand still holding onto Chuuya's. It's a soft, gentle reminder that he's there, and an echo of love even as he absolutely ruins Chuuya.
A pleasant buzz fills Chuuya's ears when he squeezes their throat softly—not enough to cut off their voice, but enough to send their heartbeat through the roof. They whimper, arching into Kunikida's hold, and his resulting snicker makes their cheeks burn in shame.
Or, well, not exactly shame, but an entirely different feeling. One that causes the haze they're in to intensify.
"You're so good for me, Chuuya," Kunikida praises, and it's somehow those words that strike at their very core, flipping the switch. "So perfect."
"Please, please, hnn, p-please," they beg pathetically, and they're not even sure what they're begging for anymore, but Kunikida seems to understand.
He shushes them sweetly, locking their lips in a heated kiss as he pounds into them, until Chuuya is only moaning out weak, lustful cries of Kunikida's name.
"But you're being too loud, love," he says with a click of his tongue, and it's the only warning Chuuya gets before he's pressing down on their throat, silencing them.
Just like that, their body locks up, jerking into a sinful arch. Pleasure wracks through their thrashing body like electricity. Tears run down their face as they cum so hard they see black spots in their vision, or maybe that's because they're struggling to breathe, and God, that just makes more heat pool into their stomach.
A warbled cry escapes them. It sounds briefly like Kunikida's name.
Kunikida continues hammering into them, dragging their orgasm out. He hisses when Chuuya clenches sporadically around him, his rhythmic pace stuttering. Once he releases his hold on Chuuya's throat, they cry out even louder, hips shivering from the constant stimulation.
"Ah, mm! I— Ngh! Fuck!"
Their throat is still tingling. Chuuya locks their legs around Kunikida's waist until he can only give short, aborted thrusts, and Kunikida groans, tossing his head back.
Through their bleary eyes, Chuuya takes a moment to admire their boyfriend, sweat dripping down his neck and face contorted in pleasure, a lewd expression all on display for only them to see.
Only in the bedroom does Kunikida let go of all inhibitions. And only Chuuya gets to bear witness.
Chuuya's legs tremble, threatening to close from how sensitive they are, but Kunikida doesn't stop. And they don't want him to until he cums.
"Doppo," Chuuya cries out through their moans, blinking at him through lidded eyes and trying to get him there faster. "Cum in me, please, wanna— hnn— be f-filled up— ah! Want you inside, please, please—"
"Shut up," Kunikida groans, burying his face in Chuuya's neck. Through their tears, Chuuya manages a chuckle, enjoying the effect they create. Kunikida is barely thrusting anymore, just quick, desperate grinds into Chuuya's twitching hole.
"Chuuya," he whispers, mouthing at their skin. Desperation seeps through his voice.
"Inside, inside," they chant, a few more tears slipping past their eyes at the white-hot sensitivity striking through their every nerve. Kunikida grinds down harder. "Cum inside me, please, I love you—"
Kunikida freezes, his cock buried all the way inside. He bites down roughly to muffle a whine as he orgasms, and for a moment, Chuuya wishes they could feel his hot cum seeping through them, leaving behind a stain inside of them. They let out a broken moan, legs falling limply to the side.
They wince when Kunikida pulls out and they can feel themself, gaping and empty, clenching around nothing. Kunikida makes quick work of untying their wrists before he collapses next to them, panting softly.
It's only then that Chuuya registers the words they were spewing. They tense, but Kunikida reaches out immediately, as if sensing their hesitation. He wraps an arm around their body and pulls them closer, cuddling them.
He doesn't say I love you again, sparing Chuuya the mortification of acknowledging it, but his actions scream it anyway. As he cards a tender hand through their hair, Chuuya feels like their heart is going to burst.
They bury their tear-stained face in his chest. Kunikida's own heartbeat is thumping steadily, a sturdy and grounding presence. He reaches down, massaging Chuuya's thighs while whispering sweet-nothings into their ear, and Chuuya gradually begins to relax.
When Chuuya is ready, they lift their head. Kunikida meets their gaze head-on, his eyes filled with warmth. Chuuya drags him down into a simple kiss, just pressing their lips against each other's over and over until they break into a smile.
"You're so dirty," they giggle, laughing harder when Kunikida hits their shoulder lightly,
"Me? If I recall correctly, you're the one who got off on it."
"But you liked it," they snicker. "Next time, you should fuck me without a condom. I'll ride you until you cum inside me, and—"
Kunikkda shoves a hand over their mouth, glaring. "That is unsafe. And it'll be a hassle to clean up."
Chuuya grins under his palm. They can see the vibrant blush on his cheeks and they know the idea isn't entirely off the table, as much as Kunikida likes to pretend it is. Their tongue darts out to lick at his palm.
"Nasty," Kunikida gripes. He pulls his hand away and Chuuya rolls their eyes.
They have to clean up soon. The shirt Chuuya stole has been ruined, white stains all over it, and Kunikida resolutely avoids looking at it as he reaches for his glasses, sliding them on. He tosses the filled condom into the trash and Chuuya jokes about going for round two, to which he threatens to not let them cum for the next week.
Still, Kunikida holds his hand out, taking theirs and bringing them to the bathroom. Once they set up the bath, they get in together, cleaning each other up.
At the end of the day, Kunikida takes care of Chuuya and Chuuya takes care of Kunikida, and that's how it's always been. Chuuya washes Kunikida's hair for him, running conditioner down the ends and mumbling about how pretty he is. Kunikida accuses them of wanting to pull it again and they grin, not denying it.
They get dressed in a fresh set of comfortable, soft clothes. Kunikida heads to change the sheets while Chuuya digs through their fridge for something to eat and regain energy. They make some quick mug cakes, dunking an unreasonable amount of chocolate chips in them before sticking them in the microwave.
When Kunikida joins them, they take one mug cake, spoon feeding it to him. He makes them drink an entire glass of water, and then another, grumbling about how much fluids they lost or whatever. Chuuya goes along with his fretting, secretly pleased.
After that, they collapse into bed together. Kunikida drops them a sweet kiss on their forehead, holding them close, and Chuuya's heart shines.
They're lulled to sleep in each other's arms, safe and secure, and Chuuya couldn't have asked for a better ending.