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His mother could’ve married anyone else in the world.
Yet, out of all the men she could’ve married, it had to be the father of the guy who took Kojiro’s virginity. Kojiro didn’t know Kaoru when it happened. The two of them were both completely sloshed at a party a 17 and 16-year-old had no business attending, but for queer teens on an island it was the only form of community they had.
Kaoru was, in no doubt, the most gorgeous person Kojiro had ever seen. And there he was, pulling him to the bathroom, kneeling on the ground, and sucking him off as if his cock was the final source of oxygen.
That was only two weeks before their parents introduced them.
Kojiro had been delighted for his mother. Seven years after his father’s death and her bright smile finally reached her eyes again. He just wanted her to be content, and to make a life that didn’t include only him. Especially since he was leaving in a year for university.
“He’s only a year younger than you, I hope you can become great friends and brothers to each other.” She patted Kojiro’s hand as they waited in the restaurant.
“I’m sure we’ll get along, don’t worry Okāsan,” he reassured her. Her face brightened as she looked over Kojiro’s shoulder.
“Minato-San! Over here!” Kojiro and his mother stood up to greet her new fiancée and Kojiro’s soon to be stepbrother.
An instant flush came across Kojiro’s cheeks as he met those golden eyes. Flashbacks of those yellow irises peering into his own as Kojiro bent him over a bathroom counter and slid into that tight heat ran through his mind.
“This is my son, Kojiro. Kojiro, this is your new brother to be, Kaoru.” His mother’s hand was heavy on his shoulder as he made every attempt to move his eyes away from Kaoru, who looked as if he had no idea who Kojiro was. “Are you alright, son? Are you too hot?”
“I’m fine,” Kojiro cleared his throat, ”it’s nice to meet you, Kaoru.”
An innocent smile spread across his face, it seemed as if he truly didn’t remember him, and that made Kojiro’s stomach turn sour. “Likewise.”
Maybe it was for the better if he didn’t remember, their parents could be happy together, and that memory could belong only to Kojiro.
“So Kojiro, what are you planning on doing after high school?” Sakurayashiki-San asked.
“Well I–” He was cut off by a foot sliding up his leg. Kaoru gave him a bored look as he leaned his head on his hand. Doing his best to ignore the fact that this small amount of contact was enough to make blood rush to his cock, Kojiro pushed on, “I plan to study business, then head to Italy and get a culinary degree.”
“My Koji loves to cook, and he’s great at it too!” His mother bragged, “but I told him if he wants to own a restaurant, he needs to know how to run a business.”
“That’s very smart Kojiro-Kun,” Sakurayashiki-San nodded in approval.
“What about you, Kaoru-Kun?” Kojiro slightly squinted at him. He began to trail his own foot up Kaoru’s leg, letting him know that two can play at that game.
“I’m still trying to figure it out,” he sighed, seemingly unphased by Kojiro’s challenge. His eyes glinted with mischief as he batted doe eyes at Kojiro, “maybe you could help me with that, Oniisan.”
Fucked, Kojiro was completely fucked.
Kaoru continued his game a week after Kojiro and his mother moved in with the Sakurayashikis.
“Oniisan,” he pouted, entering the living room where Kojiro sat watching a show with his mother, “you said you’d help me with my homework!”
“Oh, go help him Koji!” His mother paused the show, “we can watch it afterwards.”
Kojiro groaned as he stood up, following Kaoru to his room.
“Which subject am I even helping yo—” his sentence was cut off by Kaoru’s lips on his own. It took every bit of strength inside and outside of him to peel Kaoru off. “What the fuck?! What are you doing?”
“What do you mean, Oniisan, you’re helping me with my homework,” Kaoru shrugged, “it’s for anatomy.”
Pressing his fingers into his eyes, Kojiro sighed, “look, we can’t do this, don’t you see that our parents are happy? It would crush them if they found out.”
“Then we’ll be careful.”
“No.”
“They’ll never find out.”
“No.”
“I’ll be sure to be extra quiet when you’re fucking into me, how about that?” His slender hand glided over Kojiro’s semi-hard cock.
“Fuck, Kaoru,” he picked up his hand by his wrist, “I’m not doing that shit with you so just give the fuck up!”
Kojiro roughly pushed Kaoru back by his wrist, making him fall backwards to the floor. Kojiro stormed out, slamming the door behind him. He tried to ignore the guilt he felt for leaving him there, those innocent eyes staring at him with so much hurt.
It’s not that Kojiro didn’t want him, he found it difficult to keep his eyes off of him anytime they were in the same room. However, his mother was finally happy, and who were they to destroy that happiness?
After that day, Kaoru never pursued Kojiro out right, but he kept playing his game. Anytime Kojiro was in the kitchen, Kaoru would find his way there too to torture him; with his pink hair that swung in a high ponytail, his toned, slender legs he showed off by wearing the world's shortest shorts around the house, and those eyes, endlessly tempting Kojiro.
One day, Kojiro was searching the fridge for potential ingredients, and of course there came Kaoru, in those tiny shorts that couldn’t be seen because he was wearing one of Kojiro’s shirts that was way too big for him.
“Excuse me,” he grinned as he bent over, pressing his ass to Kojiro’s crotch as he dug into the freezer.
“Why are you wearing my shirt?” Kojiro attempted to remain calm. To not take his new stepbrother right there in the kitchen.
“Oh this is yours?” He turned around to face Kojiro, pinching at the shoulder, “must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry.”
“Well, you should’ve given it back to me instead of just taking it.”
“My bad. Want me to give it back right now?” His teasing eyes met Kojiro’s as rosy lips wrapped around a popsicle, “it’s really hot today, you want some?”
He held the treat to Kojiro’s lips. Heat rose throughout his body as he willed his feet to move, “I’m good.”
After that he ran to his room to jerk off, like he so often did when he had these interactions with Kaoru. It was impossible to keep his pale face out of his mind, the way his lips wrapped around the popsicle reminding him of how they look when his dick is fucking into his throat.
Sometimes the advances would cease to exist for months on end. Then out of nowhere he’d begin again, leaving Kojiro constantly on edge in his own house.
“Dude what the fuck?!” Kojiro yelled as Kaoru barged into the bathroom.
“I need to bathe,” he furrowed his eyebrows as if Kojiro was the weird one. “What’s wrong with bathing together, brothers do it all the time.”
Unfortunately, he wasn’t wrong, and Kojiro had just gotten in a few minutes ago, so it would seem odd to his mother and step-father if he left as soon as Kaoru came in. However, this had been the first time they had bathed together, and for Kojiro it was almost too much to handle.
Silver barbells on his chest glinted in the light as he slid into the water, Kojiro gulped as he nodded towards them, “w-when did you get those?”
“Oh, you like them?” Kaoru gleamed as he twisted the ball with his fingers, “I did it about three months ago.”
He leaned back, his hair tied up in a messy bun that flopped backwards as he faced the ceiling, closing his eyes. His sharp jaw line on full view for Kojiro, milky white skin that looked so perfect to mark as a drop of water slid down his neck. It was impossible to drag his eyes away from him.
“Enjoying the view?” Kaoru smirked as he caught Kojiro gaping at him.
“No, shut up.”
“Really?” Kaoru’s hand glided across the top of Kojiro’s thigh until it reached his hard cock, “cause this is saying something different.”
Fingers wrapped around his length, and Kojiro had no fight left in him as Kaoru began jerking him off.
After he came, he ran, leaving Kaoru needy and waiting in the tub. It can’t happen again. It won’t happen again. He thought to himself.
One more year, Kojiro just had to wait one more year before he moved to Tokyo to get his degree, and Sakurayashiki Kaoru will only be a hassle when he visits for the holidays. And there are solutions that can mitigate any further… activities from happening while he visits. Kojiro has never had a problem getting girls, he’ll just be sure to bring a girl back with him every time he is on vacation.
~~~
Kojiro was walking back to his apartment from his final class when his mother called him.
“Hey Okāsan!”
“Hey Koji,” Kojiro could already hear the excitement in her voice, “I’m calling with good news.”
“I can always use that.”
“Kaoru got into the same University as you!” She squealed, “isn’t it great?!”
Fuck, “Um yeah! That’s great, send him my congratulations.”
“I will. He’ll be moving in with you in two months.”
“With me?!” Kojiro yelled, shocking a few women he was walking past.
“Well, yeah Kojiro, the apartment does belong to your step-father. There are two rooms, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?” His mother's tone let him know it wasn’t up for discussion.
“No, of course not, Okāsan.”
“Great! I have to run, have a good rest of your day, son.” The phone beeped and Kojiro cursed the rest of the way home.
Kaoru barely looked at Kojiro the day he moved in. Knowing that without his parents there it would make it more difficult to deny his advances put Kojiro on edge.
But the advances never came. When his golden irises finally looked at Kojiro, he realized there was something that wasn’t there before: complete and utter indifference.
Kojiro might as well have been another lamp in the house according to Kaoru’s eyes. He only opened his mouth to say a quick “sounds good,” when Kojiro announced he was making dinner, and it was as if the living room didn’t exist to him, taking his meals and homework back to his room.
By the third week, Kojiro couldn’t take it anymore, so he swung Kaoru’s door open and sat on the bed despite his shocked expression.
“Look, can we just call a truce?” Kojiro decided to extend an olive branch because there was no way Kaoru was going to, “we are going to live together, so let’s, I don’t know, get to know each other?”
A wrinkle appeared between Kaoru’s brows.
“We barely know anything about each other, let’s just try to become friends—just friends.” Kojiro sighed and stood up, “have dinner with me tonight, at the table, not in your room.”
Kojiro had made his favorite carbonara that Kaoru had offered to fuck him for countless times. He sat the dishes out and waited.
Finally, Kaoru came out of his room and sat with him, “when did you acquire all of that muscle?”
He looked somewhat disgusted by it, “you look like some meat-headed gorilla.”
“Gorilla?!” It made Kojiro laugh, no one had ever said anything negative about his body, especially now that he’s got muscles for days, “well at least I didn’t acquire glasses, four-eyes, I think we both know which one the ladies like more.”
“Ladies?” Kaoru gulped his water down, “you’re fucking women now?”
“Yeah? I’m not gay,” Kaoru lifted one eyebrow at him, “I’m not saying I’m straight either. I go both ways, I guess.”
“I see,” Kaoru twirled his pasta, “well I have no interest in women, so frankly, I don’t care if they prefer a beefy apeman over me.”
“Fair enough, although you were the one fawning all over this ‘apeman’ a year ago,” Kaoru’s fork clanked against his plate as he dropped it. Wrong thing to say, Kojiro assumed.
“I wasn’t fawning over you,” Kaoru insisted, “you were just hilarious to mess with, but I’ve grown out of that ‘teasing my stepbrother’ bullshit, so don’t worry about me.”
Kojiro’s heart sank a bit, “oh well that’s good, I hope we can become friends then.”
“We’ll see.”
The two of them continued eating in silence. Kojiro’s cooking playlist was still playing in the background as the two of them went to do the dishes together.
“You listen to Fleetwood Mac?!” Kaoru asked as Stevie Nicks serenaded them through the Bluetooth speaker.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“It just doesn’t seem like your style.” Kaoru scrubbed the pot harder. “I love them.”
“I figured it would be too mainstream for a guy like you,” Kojiro lightly bumped their shoulders together.
“I just like what I like,” his pupils dilate as he looks up at Kojiro, “I’ve never really cared what other people thought about it.”
After that night, the two of them would always share dinner together, sometimes they’d talk about their days, others they’d remain silent.
That was until they started watching some trashy drama series together, the two binged three seasons in three days. Eating junk food and sprawling out on the couch, Kaoru’s legs in Kojiro’s lap. The touch was innocent enough, so why go against something that felt so natural to them.
So every Thursday, that’s where they were, on the couch, eating junk food while Kojiro traced patterns on Kaoru’s calf as they watched their show.
“Oh my god, is she crazy?! She basically just signed that man’s dea-” Kojiro looked over to find Kaoru dead to the world, “Kaoru?”
His shorts began riding up as he turned to his stomach, revealing to Kojiro the lack of underwear. Kaoru’s cock slightly poked out from the leg. As if it had a mind of its own, Kojiro’s hand began sliding up his soft thigh.
“Kaoru? Are you awake?” His hand continued its journey, slightly grabbing at the flesh.
“Mhm,” Kaoru’s gorgeous pink lips separated as he let out a sigh, making Kojiro stop in his tracks.
“Don’t stop, feels good,” he mumbled, burrowing his head into a small pillow.
Kojiro could feel his better judgment leaving him as he pushed Kaoru’s shorts to the side, taking a handful of that goddamn perfect ass.
“Oniisan,” Kaoru‘s whimpering decorated the air as Kojiro allowed his fingertips to graze Kaoru’s hole.
Wrong. It was wrong. But touching his body only felt right as he begged for him in his sleep.
“Fuck,” Kojiro sat up, pressing his palms to his eyes.
Gently, he slithered his arms underneath Kaoru, lifting him up to carry him to his bed. His head rested so beautifully as he slept against Kojiro’s chest. Lean stomach muscles revealed themselves as his shirt slipped up when he placed him in his bed. Kojiro was barely able to hold back from taking him then and there as he tucked him under the covers.
As his post nut clarity hit him, Kojiro decided that he must be pent-up. It had been a while since he had a good fuck, and Kaoru had some Computer Science club gathering tomorrow night, so it seemed like perfect timing.
Haru just happened to be the first girl he thought to message. It had nothing to do with her pale skin and long pink hair as to why he messaged her first. A movie played on in the background as she straddled Kojiro, grinding her crotch into his own.
Swallowing her moans, Kojiro gripped her hips under her skirt before gliding his fingers between them, “fuck, you soaked completely through your panties.”
He pulled them to the side to push his fingers into her, attaching his mouth to her nipple. Acrylics dug into Kojiro’s scalp as she pulled his hair. “Mhm Kojiro, let me ride you, please.”
He looked up at her with a sideways grin, “who’s stopping you, baby?”
She quickly undid his belt and pants, immediately sliding onto him.
Their moans must have covered the sound of the door opening.
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Kaoru’s voice echoed against the walls.
Haru gasped, jumping off of Kojiro’s cock like it was made of fire. “I thought you said you had the house to yourself?!”
“I did,” Kojiro pushed his dick back into his underwear, “you weren’t supposed to be back until much later!”
“Well, I came home early so we could rewatch—you know what?! Never mind.” Kaoru stormed to his room.
“Kaoru, wait!” The house shook as he slammed the door.
“Damn it,” Kojiro muttered, pushing his fingers to the bridge of his nose.
“Are you two together?” Haru stood in front of him, but her voice was even.
“What?! Why would you think that?”
“You’re both acting like you just got caught cheating, that’s why.” She shrugged, “or you’re fucking, and if that’s the case, he should just join, he is quite fit.”
To be fair, the first time he had sex with Haru was during a threesome, so it wasn’t a shocking request from her.
And honestly it turned Kojiro on to no end to think about.
“H-he’s my stepbrother so, no.”
“Yeah, right,” she scoffed as she picked up her things, “call me if you two ever figure that out.”
She laughed to herself while walking out of the door, “stepbrothers my ass.”
After calming himself (his cock) down, he made his way to Kaoru’s room.
“Hey,” the door creaked slowly as he walked in, “I’m sorry about earlier.”
Kaoru was facing the opposite wall as he laid on his bed.
“I just didn’t think you’d be home—”
“So you decided to fuck some girl on our couch.” Kaoru sat up, but it was as if he was looking straight through Kojiro as he curled his knees to his chest.
“Yeah, I should’ve gone to my room, it won’t happen again.” Kojiro approached Kaoru as if he were a feral cat, sitting softly on the bed next to him. “You wanted to rewatch the episode from last night, right?”
“Well now the couch has sex cooties, so not anymore.”
“Cooties?! What are you, five?!”
“Better than being a dumbass ape who thinks he can fuck anywhere just because he feels like it.”
Kojiro shoved a finger into the spot on Kaoru’s side that he learned was extremely ticklish, making him yelp out, “don’t be such a princess, we had barely started when you came in.”
He continued pushing his fingers into Kaoru’s sides, making the man giggle ridiculously and attempt to wriggle away, “stop it! Stop, Kojiro!”
“But you’re so much cuter when you’re smiling instead of pouting!” Kojiro’s fingers persisted until Kaoru’s hands wrapped around his wrists. Out of breath laughs came from the man beside him as he recovered from the tickle attack.
“You’re fucking infuriating!” Small hands pushed into Kojiro’s side. “But I’m tired, so can we just save the episode for tomorrow?"
“Sure thing, goodnight.”
“Night.”
About thirty minutes later, Kojiro walked past Kaoru’s room on a quest for water, when he heard it.
“Jiro,” his moan ran straight through Kojiro’s body, turning him on instantly. The door was cracked open, and Kojiro peeked inside to see him fucking himself with a purple dildo.
His wrist worked overtime to pleasure him, shoving the toy into himself at a brutal pace.
“Ah!” Kaoru gasped as he hit his prostate. Kojiro was growing hard in his pajama bottoms, it was so uncomfortable, he undid the jaw string and pulled his cock out.
Heart beats filled his ears at the prospect of being caught as he began stroking himself. All of Kaoru’s sounds filled his head. He imagined what might happen if he opened the door. If he gave into the temptation that was Sakurayashiki Kaoru.
He wouldn’t be able to hold back at this point. So he let his imagination run wild as he pictured himself sliding out of Kaoru, forcing him to scrunch his face like he is now. Making him turn even more pink all over while he struggles to catch his breath.
Seeing him paint his chest white with “oniisan,” on his lips is embarrassingly enough to push Kojiro over the edge too. His cum fell to the floor as he rubbed himself through an orgasm.
“Shit,” he whispered, he’s got to clean that up before Kaoru comes out of his room.
He ran quietly to the kitchen, grabbing a handful of paper napkins. He knelt in front of the door, wiping up the white liquid as quickly as possible.
Kojiro fell backwards with a small yelp when Kaoru opened the door.
“What are you doing?!” He quickly hid the dildo behind his back.
“I uh, spilt some water, so I cleaned it up.”
“Water, I see,” a knowing smirk teased his lips, “well, it seems like you’re done cleaning up your mess, so go on, goodnight.”
“Goodnight.”
Slight disappointment flashed across Kaoru’s face when Kojiro began walking away, but he quickly covered it with that confident grin of his.
As he laid in bed, it didn’t take much time for Kojiro to realize, who the fuck masturbates with the door cracked?! Did Kaoru want him to see? To hear him as he moaned out his name?
Kaoru’s game never ended, it just changed forms by pushing Kojiro away to make him come to Kaoru himself. And it was working. There’s no way he was sleeping through Kojiro’s groping, and there was no way he just forgot to close the door.
And now that he cared for Kaoru, truly cared, it made it all the more difficult to ignore these feelings he had for him.
Kaoru was surprisingly funny, obviously intelligent, and was completely insufferable at times. Hurling insults that never stung at Kojiro, and smacking him when he didn’t do something “his way.”
But there was this softer side, the one that needed to be taken care of. He was helpless in the kitchen and completely relied on Kojiro for sustenance. He was totally high-strung, if something seemed to be going wrong, he’d hide tears behind an angry face. Kaoru never slept properly, loudly stomping around the apartment at 3am most nights, forcing Kojiro to drag him out of bed the next day for classes.
He annoyed Kojiro to no end, and Kojiro loved him for it. He wanted someone to care for, to feed and baby them when they needed it.
His chest squeezed knowing that he couldn’t truly have him the way he so desperately desired—their relationship forbidden and doomed before it could even begin.
And perhaps knowing that Kaoru was forbidden fruit made him all the more tempting, which made Kojiro sick with himself.
“Hey, I’ll be gone tonight, I’m meeting up with some friends and depending on how drunk I get, I might stay there.” Kojiro announced at breakfast.
“Oho a Saturday night to myself,” daring eyes looked at Kojiro, “maybe I’ll have my own company over, seeing how that apparently isn’t a problem.”
Jaw clenching, Kojiro nodded, “yeah sure, do whatever you want, I won’t be here.”
“‘Kay!” Kaoru gathered their plates, “I’ll do the dishes, be grateful for me!”
“Oh like how you’re always so grateful for my food?”
Kaoru sticks his tongue out at him, showing off a new piercing.
“Another one, really?!”
“It took you almost two months to notice, really?!”
“No way,” Kojiro shook his head, “I would’ve noticed it.”
“Why? You looking at my mouth that often?” Kaoru’s eyebrows raise in challenge.
Heat rose from Kojiro’s neck to his cheeks, “obviously not, idiot, I didn’t even notice the metal you got shoved through your tongue for some ungodly reason.”
“Oh, the reason is definitely ungodly.” He pushed his tongue against his cheek a few times before chuckling at Kojiro’s reaction, “god, I forgot how fun you are to tease, Oniisan.”
He always purred it when he said it, and Kojiro would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. Of course Kojiro was easy to tease when Kaoru gaped at him like he wanted to tear him apart.
“And I had almost forgotten how incredibly fucking insufferable you are.” Kojiro’s legs carried him to his room before Kaoru could respond, nothing good would come from his pretty pink lips.
Drinks kept appearing in Kojiro’s hand as he bantered with his friends. Spending their time talking about girls and their classes; or the hot girls in their classes.
By his seventh drink, Kojiro just wanted to be home with Kaoru, “I’m out guys.”
“What?! It’s only 10!”
“Yeah, but I gotta get home.”
“Why?!” They all asked at the same time.
“Because I have someone waiting for me.”
A loud “ahh,” echoed in the room accompanied by wolf whistles.
“Yeah yeah, I’ll see you guys later.”
Cool air did little to sober him up as he made his way to the apartment. He wondered if Kaoru truly had brought some guy over. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping to ruin their fun if he did.
But just as revenge, of course.
Kojiro opened the door, expecting to see Kaoru writhing underneath some guy. Instead, he sat on the couch watching TV, which made him breathe out in relief until he realized—Kaoru was wearing nothing but one of Kojiro’s tank tops and black underwear.
“You’re back really early,” Kaoru commented, not taking his eyes away from the screen.
“I felt like coming home,” Kojiro slipped his shoes off and joined Kaoru on the couch, “you make it a habit to steal people’s clothes?”
“Must’ve gotten mixed up in the laundry,” Kaoru shrugged.
“Bullshit, I just wore that shirt yesterday, and we didn’t do laundry today.”
It was finally Kaoru’s turn to become crimson with a flush. “Well, I like the way you smell. It makes me feel better when I’m alone.”
Cute or hot? Kojiro couldn’t decide which it was, but either way he only knew one thing: he needed Kaoru then and there.
”Kaoru?” He finally looked towards Kojiro, his eyes glossed over and a bit blood shot. “Wait a second, are you high?”
“Pfft,” Kaoru began giggling uncontrollably, “god, of all the things you notice. My friend gave me a joint. I could barely smoke half of it though.”
“You still have it?”
“Yeah, wanna finish it?” Kaoru raised an eyebrow.
“Let’s go.”
They stood out on the balcony, the city lights taking the place of the stars they hid. Kojiro watched as Kaoru hit the joint and immediately breathed it out.
His shoulders shook with laughter at the other man’s inability to smoke properly.
“What?!” Kaoru asked as he passed it to him.
“You’re wasting it,” Kojiro replied, “you’re supposed to inhale after you suck, watch.”
Lungs burning, Kojiro coughed loudly as he exhaled the held breath. Kaoru’s eyes squinted as he mimicked him.
“Ko-jiro,” he gasped for air, “what the fuck?!”
“It gets you higher,” Kojiro explained. An idea popped into his head as he gazed at Kaoru, his gorgeous pale skin illuminated by those city stars, and eyes that matched them. “Want me to show you another way? It’ll make it easier.”
“Lay it on me, Nanjo.”
Kojiro puffed once more, holding it in his mouth. A strong hand grabbed Kaoru’s neck, making his eyes widen in surprise. Only centimeters from having Kaoru’s lips on his own, Kojiro used his thumb to pull Kaoru’s mouth open, blowing the smoke into it. Kaoru breathed it in, his eyes wide open.
Smoke poured from his mouth as he spoke, “you started it.” Kaoru closed the distance between them. Kojiro’s tongue made its way into Kaoru’s mouth, metal pressing against him.
He tasted like weed and strawberry candy. Hands intertwined themselves in the hair at the nape of Kojiro’s neck, tugging ever so slightly.
It took everything in Kojiro to pull away, Kaoru’s lips chased him.
“Kaoru, we really—”
“Don’t say we can’t,” Kaoru’s glazed eyes scanned Kojiro’s face. “Just don’t, I waited so long for this, please let me have you, even if it’s only this once.”
“Why me? There are so many men out there, you’re gorgeous, you could have anyone you want.”
“I don’t want them!” Kaoru shouted, yanking away from Kojiro. “I want you.”
Silence settled between them as they both waited for the other man to speak. Kojiro opened his mouth, but Kaoru started first.
“You know, that party we met at, you were my first time,” Kaoru hugged himself, “it seems so stupid to be sentimental about your first time, it’s only sex. I never expected to see you again.”
Kojiro’s jaw clenched as he stared at his feet.
“But I wanted to, couldn’t get you out of my damn head no matter what. It was like you took root inside of me, and I couldn’t dig you out without harming myself,” Kaoru stepped closer, “and when I saw you there, my new Oniisan, I thought, ‘how hilariously cruel the universe is, to give me exactly what I desire on a silver platter, then bind my hands, so I can’t touch it.’ So when I tried to touch you anyway, and you rejected me, I was so angry and hurt, at who I have no clue. At you? At myself for being unable to stop my advances?”
“I wanted you to take responsibility for carving yourself into me, and then refusing to let me do the same to you.” Kojiro only now realized that his eyes were not glossy from the weed, but instead from tears. “And above all else, I wanted you to want me as desperately as I wanted you.”
“Do you seriously think that you didn’t do the same to me?!” Kojiro scoffed, “Kaoru, you made it impossible for me to move on from you. I felt so disgusted with myself, lusting over my stepbrother. It’s like something out of a low budget porno. So of course I tried to push you away. Of course I refused you, because I was already barely able to hold myself back from…”
“From what?” Kaoru dared, his chest mere centimeters away from Kojiro’s, “from what, Oniisan?”
A low growl came from Kojiro’s throat as he smashed his lips into Kaoru’s, completely ravenous and possessive. Their teeth clicked as Kojiro snaked his arms around Kaoru’s waist, picking him up with ease, their mouths never disconnecting as legs wrapped around Kojiro.
Kaoru’s hands held onto his head as he pressed their tongues together. Kojiro carried Kaoru to the couch, laying him down gingerly as he peppered kisses on his neck.
“Oniisan,” Kaoru moaned, Kojiro’s hand squeezed his hip as he reacted to the name, “doesn’t it turn you on, when I call you Oniisan? It does me, it did that very first time at that restaurant.”
Admitting it was daunting, but everything in Kojiro lit up hearing the name from Kaoru’s rosy lips. The way they moved to form each syllable and the smirk that always teased them. Kojiro sat his head on Kaoru’s shoulder as he whispered, “it does."
“Makes me want to fuck you until you can’t say anything else.”
“Then do it,” Kaoru pawed at the collar of Kojiro’s shirt, trying to pull it off, “fuck me, Oniisan.”
Kaoru’s underwear disappeared after that, Kojiro lost all restraint; all he could think about was being inside of him.
Bunching up Kaoru’s shirt, he bent down to flick his tongue across those beautifully decorated pink nipples. Kaoru wriggled underneath him, “careful, they’re more sensitive now.”
“Shit, really?”
Kaoru nodded, biting his lip piercing into his mouth; an anxious tick he’s had since he got the jewelry.
“Good,” Kojiro let his teeth run over the bud, forcing the man under him to cry out, trying to escape from his grasp. But Kojiro’s hand pressed into his chest, forcing him to endure the stimulation.
“Koji-Kojiro,” he begged, “Oniisan!”
Kojiro’s head shot up, “just fuck me, please.”
Nodding, Kojiro slid his hand down to feel Kaoru’s hole. It was already soft and wet, “why? Oh…”
Red took over Kaoru’s face as he turned away from Kojiro, “I had just finished masturbating when you got home, m-my friend said that sex and stuff felt better when you’re high.”
Sliding a finger inside him, Kojiro smiled down at him, “well does it?”
He curled his fingers up to press into his prostate. Kaoru only moaned out in response, “tell me, does it feel better with your head swirling? Mind quiet and serene, does it feel better when I’m fucking you when you’re like this?”
“It feels,” Kaoru swallowed nothing, “it’s with you, it always feels good with you.”
Hands press on Kojiro’s shoulders, pulling him down for a kiss. Legs wrap around his waist, making his still covered dick grind into Kaoru. “So put your fucking cock inside me, I want you to fuck me, please fuck me, Oniisan.”
“You sure are needy,” Kojiro laughed against Kaoru’s lips, “but you make me feel like that too.”
He pulled his cock out of his underwear and pants, and immediately pushed into Kaoru. Maybe it was all too fast, but neither man cared, they had a long time to go slow, tonight they were hot and wanting; fully unable to keep their hands off each other.
Kojiro had dreamt about sliding into this tight heat again. To feel Kaoru’s walls clinching around him was a religious experience, and this time they were facing each other fully. It was much more intimate than a quick bathroom fuck, or a handy in the bathtub.
No, this was real. All the feelings that swirled between them were real. The love and hate. The anger and happiness. The pleasure and pain. It all belonged to them at that moment, the emotions of all their time together flowed through them as Kojiro fucked into Kaoru.
“More, I want more of you,” Kaoru’s eyes were screwed shut as he rutted upwards against Kojiro. “Let me ride you.”
Kojiro was breathless as he agreed, sitting properly on the couch and allowing Kaoru to use his dick.
“You know, I fuck myself almost every night thinking about you,” Kaoru bit down on Kojiro’s shoulder as he rolled his hips, “your smell, your eyes, your hands.”
He took Kojiro’s hand and encouraged him to wrap his fingers around his throat. He squeezed the sides gently, feeling the vibrations of Kaoru’s moans and groans.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, Pinky,” Kojiro looked at Kaoru like he was responsible for all the happiness in the universe. He pulled him down, their lips crashing messily as Kaoru bounced quickly, angling his hips to hit his own prostate over and over.
“Oniisan,” a line of spit connected their lips, “I’m gonna cum.”
“Fuck, cum Kaoru, cum on my cock.” But instead of continuing his pace, Kaoru began to slow down.
“S-something’s wrong, or different,” fear filled his eyes as he looked at Kojiro. It didn’t take long for Kojiro to remember that Kaoru had been masturbating not long before this, his body was most likely overstimulated.
“Kaoru, do you feel like you have to pee?”
He nodded his head slowly, his lip tucked tightly into his mouth.
“Fuck me,” Kojiro whispered, before pushing a strand of hair away from Kaoru’s face, “do you trust me?”
He nodded again.
Kojiro quickly picked Kaoru up, turning him onto his back and thrusting into his ass relentlessly. “Koji! I-I’m serious, I need to go to the bathroom.”
“Shh,” Kojiro cooed, “relax and let what happens happen. You trust Oniisan, remember?”
Kaoru wailed as he squeezed his eyes shut as liquid shot out of his cock, covering both of their torsos in it. The walls squeezing around Kojiro were enough to push him over the edge, completely filling Kaoru up with cum.
He pushed past his own overstimulation to fuck Kaoru until the liquid stopped flowing.
Kaoru covered his face with his hands, “look what you made me do!”
“It was clear. You squirted.” Kojiro said, amazed.
“No such thing. You fucking made me piss myself.”
“I don’t care what it was, cause what it really was, was fucking hot.” Kojiro felt blood rushing to his cock—which was still buried inside Kaoru— again, “you got one more round in you?”
He gave an experimental thrust.
“No!” Kaoru shoved him away, pulling himself off Kojiro’s cock. “But if you carry me to the bathroom and bathe me, I’ll give you a blowjob.”
“You got yourself a deal, Princess,” Kojiro scooped Kaoru up bridal style, a slight yelp coming from the pink haired man.
He settled into his chest, his head resting against Kojiro’s peck, “what are we going to do about this, Koji?”
“Let’s not worry about that right now, for now let’s just enjoy each other, okay?”
“Yeah,” he nuzzled in, closing his eyes, “let’s do that.”