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Why did they have to be so stingy with their stupid hotels?
Nishikiyama and Kiryu had decided to go out for some casual bar hopping. It was something they did on a regular ever since they turned 20 and could now legally get into clubs or bars. Kiryu was always the one to complain about their cheap fake IDs, but now the bouncer doesn't give them funny looks anymore. Well, not for their IDs at least.
They spent way too much time looking for a forger to make them those stupid plastic cards, so in a sense, drinking out with the proper legal requirements is quite rewarding.
Not unless you count how stupid drunk they get sometimes. Nobody really tells you this, but you're still a stupid kid when you're 20. You think you can comfortably down hard whiskey, but it actually just makes you choke and sit with an uncomfortable burn. Nishiki wasn't stupid, he could tell the look on that idiot’s face. The bartender didn't really care about the fact that they were deteriorating their livers at an early age. They did get a few funny looks from customers, but as long as they kept to themselves they should be fine.
But they had to get home eventually. Nishiki was a wobbly drunk and Kiryu just kind of shut up and got sleepy. This made it really damn hard to find a proper taxi to take them home. Kiryu's apartment was in between too many turns, and those stairs could be disastrous for two unstable idiots. Nishiki also hates it when Kiryu pretends to not find his wallet and he has to pay for the fare again.
He caved, trying to remember if there were any hotels or whatever to stay at. He had a host friend he could probably crash at, but it was 12 am, he was gonna get his teeth knocked in if he just decided to barge in like that. He looks over at Kiryu, who decided that the wooden bar was comfortable enough to fall asleep on. At least he wasn't as aggressive as the other guys he hangs out with sometimes. He sneakily pulled out Kiryu's wallet to pay for their drinks, trying to make up for all the taxi fares he's had to pay over the last few bar hops.
Nishiki pulled him on his jacket, trying to get him to get up, and he just heard his annoyed voice. Goddamn baby…
“Oi, do you want me to leave you here? Come on… We should look for a place to crash.”
He kept tugging, and eventually Kiryu got up, not because he wanted to, but because he knew the bartender would eventually toss them out if they overstayed their welcome. Surprisingly, Kiryu didn't wobble as much as he should've, which annoyed him even further. They left the place, hoping that a memory of some place would pop up. He doubts any of the recent hotels would accept the cheap cash they had, because they blew it all on booze. He looks around and sees a couple of the love hotels being open. They're always cheap as shit, but… The issue here was quite obvious.
Kiryu noticed Nishiki's frantic inspection of their surroundings, even when he noticed the unconventional love hotel.
“No, don't even think about it…”
“Oh please, you've been in a love hotel before… We’re just gonna crash there.”
Kiryu frowned, but he was intoxicated so it looked more like confusion.
“What? Come on, man. I doubt anyone will notice us. Would you rather sleep in the park?”
Nishiki didn't want this either, he doesn't actively want to piss Kiryu off, especially not after they've had their fun. That's just gonna ruin their night. With a forced sigh, he walked over in the direction of the hotel. God, he just hopes they have elevators and not stairs. He's too proud to make himself into an ass in front of anyone, especially not Kiryu.
Even the receptionist lady didn't look all too pleased that a pair of punks wanted a room. This was embarrassing as hell. He almost choked on his own voice when he had to ask for a room key. Kiryu, that asshole, didn't say a peep. Of course he didn't. Nishiki always has to do shit for him.
At least the embarrassment was mutual. Kiryu didn't always show his discomfort, but he's lived long enough in the same room as him to know when he's freaking out on the inside. He wants to both punch and awkwardly comfort him. He knows shit is bad when even his bro can't stay unfazed.
They could even change into anything remotely comfortable. Kiryu checked the closet and was immediately scarred with sex toys and lingerie. He looked as pale as a ghost when he forcefully closed the closet. Neither of them were particularly enjoying the forced proximity. The room was humid and damp, but that kinda made sense for some seedy love hotel. The bed was quite nice though, pretty spacious. If they laid side by side, their shoulders would touch a bit, sure, but hey, they could make it work.
Kiryu seemed uncomfortable as hell. He would even sit on the bed. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Oi, take your shit off so we can sleep.” Nishiki had already shed his jacket, but he was really on the fence about sleeping how he preferred. He slept it in underwear and whatever loose t-shirt he had, but he didn't exactly have many options. It's either go full boxers or keep on his clothes. He could take his belt off, but his pants would just keep slipping off in his sleep. And it's too hot to wear his shirt to bed too.
Kiryu looked like he was in an equal predicament, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, wondering if he also should change. His expressions are much easier to read if you get to know him. All this discomfort was really messing with him now. Will they even be able to sleep?
Deciding his own comfort over Kiryu's, he went full on underwear. It's not like they haven't seen each other in just their boxers. They grew up together and shared a roof, no shit they would see each other like that, but the circumstances were a whole lot different.
Kiryu clumsily takes off his shirt and pants too. Great, now they're both in their underwear. No big deal… Nishiki preferred the side of the door because the lights outside could be irritating and those cheap curtains don't block out all the neon signs. Kiryu was quite happy with that decision because the cool air seemed to relax him.
This whole journey just forced him to sober up, but not Kiryu. Guy was practically knocked out the moment his head touched a pillow. It must be nice to sleep like a baby when your bro has to plug his ears from snoring.
Nishiki eventually finds it in himself to fall asleep. It wasn't all too bad, minus all the horrible awkwardness. He keeps feeling dread and anxiety every time he remembers where they are. It's not uncommon for them to get dumb rumours, especially not Kiryu. Hell, he got framed for stealing a porno when he was 15. It was fucking hilarious, but back then, he was ready to bust him out of the slammer, ready to defend Kiryu even if he was a perverted shoplifter.
All this thinking made his brain sleepy, and it eventually shut off thinking about anything other than his social life that could be jeopardised. It was comfy, but he could never truly let his guard down inside the love hotel. And maybe that nagging paranoia was going to bite him in the ass.
Not even hours later, he woke up with a hot, smoldering heat across his body. Like someone just pressed those warm face towels onto his back. At first he thought it was just the hangover making him hallucinate, but he could also feel breathing on his neck and limbs on his body. Will he never learn his lesson when it comes to sleeping with Kiryu?
He found out this fact very early on, but Kiryu likes to hold things in his sleep. Maybe it's a comfort thing, he doesn't really know. Kiryu has always been a bit odd, always sleeping with something when they were kids. When he was very young, he slept mostly with a stuffed bear, but as he grew older it got replaced with a pillow or extra blanket. Now Nishiki has to deal with those consequences.
It wouldn't be too bad if it wasn't for the fact that they were both severely underdressed. He could feel Kiryu’s skin on his back and it was making him start to sweat uncomfortably. He's a goddamn furnace. His body felt so stiff too, but he couldn't move to stretch because he's basically squeezed now. He wants to shove him off so badly, but he'd feel like an utter jackass if he interrupted Kiryu's sleep because he was being whiny. The warm breath tickled his neck and it made him shiver.
The sounds he made were kind of funny. It was like a half ass snore, but not as obnoxious. More like a deep growl. He shifts a bit, trying to stretch out his arms above his head to get them to unlock and not feel completely stiff.
His arms weren't the only stiff thing.
Now that he was moving out of that dull, motionless position, he could feel the stiff sensation of someone poking his ass. His first reaction was to poke Kiryu awake and then to beat him, but he has to put his discomfort and rage aside to really think about what to do. Kiryu probably wouldn't mind if he scooted over. Sure, there's a big chance it will wake him up, but he doesn't want to be stuck feeling like Kiryu went to bed with a pole in his pants.
He scooted forwards, hoping the distance wouldn't be too noticeable for a sleepy Kiryu, but that was just wrong. He felt the grip tightening, like Kiryu was afraid of him pulling away. Shit, bad idea. Kiryu blinks awake, lazy with sleep. He feels around what he's touching and he doesn't really comprehend what's happening until Nishiki speaks up.
“Oi, couldn't you have taken one of the spare pillows and not me?” He was extra annoyed. Now both of them probably won't get any good sleep. Kiryu tries to register what he says, before forcing himself back against Nishiki, still somewhat intoxicated. Great. He is clingy when he's drunk, but God forbid Kiryu give a goodbye hug to him when they greet each other. Kiryu must be attached to his warmth.
“Oi, if you're cold, just grab the extra blankets. I'm not here to be friendly with you…” He tried again, and Kiryu saw the blankets that were laying on the floor. He really didn't look too happy in getting up.
“Hey! I said get off! You're being weird…”
“Sorry…”
That sincerity was going to kill him one day. Too tired to care, he just lightly shoved Kiryu off of him.
“Come on dude, you're shoving your hips into me. It's getting gross.”
This seemed to set things in order. Kiryu didn't realise he was excited until Nishiki mentioned it.
“That just kinda happens…”
“Yeah, I know dipshit. Can you give a guy some space? You're poking me with that thing.”
“It's not a ‘thing’.”
“Whatever. Stop sounding like a 5 year old. Put on a blanket or pillow over it or something.”
Kiryu kept giving him the same, annoyed child stare. They're 20 and they still argue like a bunch of immature children.
“Don't tell me that's the reason you sleep with a pillow. You pervert.” He thought provoking him might get him to shut up and move away.
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“I'm saying you're only sleeping with a pillow or some shit because you get off with it.”
“I don't! It's just more comfortable…”
“So I'm more comfortable than a pillow?”
“You're warmer.”
Shit. That's not what he wants to hear. He wants to piss him off, not make things worse. That light shoving did barely anything either, and Kiryu was insistent on pressing against him for heat. Maybe he was going crazy, but it felt like Kiryu was deliberately pressing into his backside.
“Don't get any ideas…” He only really tried to convince himself. He didn't really give much thought about his relationship with Kiryu. They were really close, and they could probably be glued together forever, but he didn't give into the idea of kissing him. That thought made him frown, getting kinda grossed out by the thought, not because Kiryu was gross, but because it felt so foreign and awkward he freaked himself out.
But Kiryu appeared different. It's more like he was just excited to have a warm body next to him and it got his hormones lopsided.
Kiryu wasn't gonna let go, so he stopped trying to wriggle free and make this feel insanely awkward, or, more than it was already.
Don't get him wrong, he doesn't have any issues with guys being into each other, but this was so strange. Kiryu seemed to agree with his body, shifting around to try and calm his flaring excitement.
Nishiki tried rolling over and that didn't work very well. In fact, that was probably the worst he could've done because now Kiryu was forcing him to stay on his side. The movement was driving him insane it seems. With the brief attempt at turning around, he could see how flushed he was. His whole face was red and even his ears. He hasn't seen him like that since Kazama embarrassed him a few years ago. This feels more like shame than anything.
“Stop moving…” He pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid any further embarrassment. He was terrible at dealing with his own shame. He usually just kept his mouth shut or blew it off somewhere. He couldn't exactly get up and leave, so he chose to stay quiet.
The issue has grown bigger now, though. Quite literally. Nishiki doesn't really imagine what Kiryu's size is, but now he doesn't even have to. He can feel all of it resting against his back. He was going to kill him when they finally got to leave.
This shameful list wasn't just from one party. Nishiki was also feeling kind of horny, but not in the way that two lovers make out kind of way. More like a type of lust you get when you’ve watched too much porn or when you've ‘accidentally’ opened one of Kiryu’s sealed nude magazines. The constant pressing and obvious arousal from Kiryu spread like a disease.
He couldn't admit to himself that it felt good, because that would be weird as hell. He doesn't want to think about how horny he is from this whole thing.
He felt Kiryu’s resolve crumbling as his hips began shifting. Too frequently to be just to be a sign of getting comfortable and with just enough rhythm to convince him that Kiryu was rubbing up against him.
It was subtle, but with the body heat and slightly tightened grip he could tell what he was up to.
“Kiryu, you're seriously—!?” He barked out, half scaring Kiryu to death, but his hips didn't stop. He had a really apologetic look on his face.
“Sorry…” He said so quietly, trying to hide his obviously incriminating actions.
“You are a pervert…” It meant to be more annoyed, but it came off more like acceptance. Kiryu seemed to speed up and hug him tighter to his chest.
Is he seriously that sexually frustrated that he has to rut against his best friend? For being so critical of the other man, he sure is a hypocrite. His boxers were becoming too tight as well. He didn't even imagine himself getting excited at the prospect of another man. And of course it had to be his fucking bro.
The tension in his body snapped when Kiryu lifted up his leg so he could shove his thigh in between them. He probably does this to his pillow too. This went way farther than he expected, and he was close to snapping at Kiryu again for just doing what he wanted, but he was getting some unexpected enjoyment too. Kiryu’s solid thigh rubbing back and forth between his legs really sealed the deal. It was too late to go back now, he was already at the deep end.
Kiryu's quiet pants turned into louder, soft groans of pleasure. Nishiki tried to keep his noise levels low too, because he was still ashamed as hell, but that shame made it ever so slightly worse and better at the same time. They didn't want to kiss it seemed, both content with panting into nothing. His weak, soft pressing turned into full on thrusting now. He could've been mistaken for sweat, but he could feel wet fabric rub against his inner thigh. Kiryu is seriously enjoying himself. Nishiki reminds himself it's not because they're attracted to one another, but it's some sort of mutual sexual enjoyment. That made him feel better, but God the fact that Kiryu could get that excited over this was a little funny. He was definitely going to tease him later.
He didn't get nearly as stimulated as Kiryu, but he wasn't too mad. It would've been fine if Kiryu didn't snake his palm over his boxers.
“Woah! Hey—” He instinctively grabbed his wrist, narrowly stopping him from going too far. Kiryu looked a little lost.
“Let's make it fair…”
Fair? To have them both get off? But having Kiryu touch his dick almost turned him off completely. He was seriously considering calling it all off, but Kiryu didn't look too patient so he rubbed the tent.
At first, he wanted to pull away, feeling gross and awkward that his best friend was being intimate with him, but that fear dissolved when he felt the other resume him thrusting. He's gotten used to it at this point, the soft, wet heat of his underwear, and occasionally being poked by his excitement. Kiryu's hand palmed Nishiki's front, feeling him, not as a lover, but to figure out what the hell Nishiki would like.
It was flimsy and awkward, but he seemed to learn from Nishiki's grunts and annoyed tones which act was good. He tried stroking him through his underwear, which felt really good, but after a while it felt like it was gonna stick to everything. Kiryu even toyed with his underwear. Jackass.
“Do you like to play with your food?”
Kiryu scoffed, annoyed at the stupid comment. He fingered Nishiki's underwear, hooking the elastic down to his thigh, but he only got one side. His other hand was occupied, holding his leg. Nishiki snorts at how terrible Kiryu is at undressing or trying to be sexy. He gets a firm squeeze on his dick to shut him up.
“Ow! Fuck! Do you wanna cut my blood circulation down there, jackass?”
“Shut up and stop moving…” He made that stupid pouty face when Nishiki got under his skin. He might be an adult but he'll always look like a kid.
“Come on, what do those hookers you sleep with say? ‘Make me?” He taunted him, intentionally getting under his skin. He wants to escalate the awkward bubble and the only way he knew how was to get Kiryu to talk.
“I don't sleep with hookers. They're just dates…”
“Yeah man, whatever you say. Come on, didn't you say you were gonna— Hey! Stop!” He squirmed, feeling an unfamiliar sensation on his chest. Kiryu was squeezing it, causing him to flair around. Kiryu kept him still, not wanting to lose the opportunity to be the one to have the last laugh.
“Asshole. You're such a prick. We're both probably soft now ‘cause you wanted to be smart…” Nishiki grumbled.
Kiryu was, however, not. He pressed firmly into him reminding him what they’re doing and asking him with his body if they should continue.
Nishiki said nothing, but he would've gotten up if he was utterly disgusted. Kiryu slid his hand back on him, and slowly, with caution, Kiryu finally gave him some attention. It was weird having someone else touch you. Not like a girl, because she doesn't have any knowledge of how a dick feels, but from man to man, it was different.
His hands were rough, and quite big. They could almost take his whole dick in his hand, only leaving the tip visible when he stroked. He couldn't tell if this meant he had a small dick or if Kiryu's hands were just freakishly big.They weren't really thinking, so when he started moving his hand, it felt scratchy and uncomfortable. Neither of them thought to put on some lotion or something on first.
“Shit, dude, your hand feels like sandpaper…” He complained, trying to pull Kiryu's hand away.
“Okay, relax. Lemme just…” He shuffled off of him, looking around the room for any supplies. They must've had something. He checked the drawers and there was all sorts of weird junk. He could see any regular lube, only some weird, fruity shit. Whatever, he just has to ignore that.
He crawled back up behind him, missing that warmth. They were committed, and it was hard not to be nervous. Coating his rough palm, he moved it back in position. It was cold as shit, but they weren't going to stop again. Nishiki squirmed at the cold, ready to punch him, but he warned him up quickly with a few strokes.
Nishiki doesn't know what to call what they're doing. Some form of mutual masturbation. They're just fooling around until they get a girl to satisfy their urges. Kiryu could be so dense sometimes but he had clearer intentions. You could tell what he wanted just by knowing him on a personal level. He’s getting side tracked…
Kiryu's handjob isn't the best, but maybe that's putting too many expectations on him. It's not gonna be like those girls he sleeps with’s hands. Dainty and soft. This felt like too much.
He was so in his own head, he failed to realise Kiryu had lowered his own underwear. He was getting tired of the restrictive fabric. But that meant he could feel his girth on his back. They weren't exactly shy in onsens, but it's different to feel him at full length.
“Jesus, man… How the hell do you hide that thing?”
Kiryu just replied with the most embarrassed noise he's ever heard.
“I didn't know you kept a jousting lance in your boxers…” He taunted him again. Kiryu intentionally squeezed his base. Damnit, he forgot that if he was gonna be bratty, Kiryu actually has a way of getting him to shut up properly.
“Stop being a jackass…” He grumbled. His hand was moving fast and slick across Nishiki's warmth. It's not too dissimilar to his own, not the exact same, but close enough that he could use techniques he uses on himself. He can feel Nishiki start to leak in his palm. It was kind of gross, but only because he was still stuck in his own head. Nishiki isn't gross to him. He's actually quite clean and smells nice, but this was more in the sense of unexpected discomfort, like when someone throws up. Okay, that's a bad comparison….
His head was getting cloudy. Kiryu never liked to make any noises during masturbation, and that stays true for sex too. He prefers to be quiet. This wasn't an exception either, just making low hums and breathing really hard.
Rubbing against his bro felt like he was commiting some type of evil. Shameful evil. It's probably the small part in his brain that was conditioned into thinking two guys couldn't get it down. They were still in a country with conservative views… That played some factor, but it felt like he was ruining their friendship by adding physical intimacy. He would've been convinced of that if it wasn't for the fact that Nishiki started cumming in his hand.
Absolutely no warning, because of course he was too embarrassed to admit he was finishing. Shit. His entire hand is full of it.
“Why didn't you say anything?”
“Shut up… how was I supposed to tell you?!” He doesn't think he's ever seen Nishiki this thoroughly ashamed of something. Yeah, he would probably be ashamed too… But for some reason he isn't.
If only he could get some relief too… He's been at it for a few minutes, but it's getting old. He doesn't know how to ask though. He's pretty sure Nishiki hates him right now. He was the one who initiated all of this…
“Dumbass, get off me…”
“Wait…” He hugged him tighter. He smeared his dirty hand onto the bed sheets. Room service cleaned them anyway.
“You're so gross…” Nishiki whined. That vibration of his throat didn't help his raging excitement. Does he keep thrusting into his ass, or should he ask if they can throw away their shame and just go full out.
“No way. You're not seriously giving me that look…” Nishiki saw what he was up to. He had a really convincing puppy look when he wasn't being a delinquent.
“No fair, how am I supposed to get off? You even got off before me!”
“It's been a while! Shut up! I'm not— Whatever…”
“You wanna rock-paper-scissors who gets the bottom?”
This made Nishiki frown at him. Kiryu smirked a little.
“You’re so fucking weird sometimes…”
After insisting on one more try, Nishiki eventually lost the best out of three results. He didn't look too thrilled to be on the receiving end. He was handsome, but not elegant or delicate like a lot of the hosts were. He could still fuck up someone if he wanted to, so the fact that he was the bottom and Kiryu on top made him really pissed.
Kiryu fully pulled off his underwear, both of theirs actually. He was a complete novice at anything sexual, let alone what guys do. He could play it safe, but that would probably just be boring. Girls need to be prepared with fingers, so maybe guys were the same?
He used the same, fruit scented lube and coated one finger. Nishiki was as stiff as a pole when he touched him.
“Oi, you're gonna stay frozen like that forever. Relax.”
“How the fuck am I supposed to relax when you have your fingers in my— Hey!”
Nishiki was yelping, because who the hell wouldn't? Neither of them knew what they were doing. His finger slowly entered him. He was surprised to notice how similar it felt to a girl. Thinking about that fact made Kiryu’s erection flair. He would've dated his bro if he was a girl no doubt… Weird intrusive thoughts aside, he reached the first knuckle, and then slowly reached into the base. He could barely move inside him and it felt more like those Chinese finger traps than anything inviting.
“You're really tight.”
“God, can you say anything other than that!? This is embarrassing…” Kiryu felt a little bad. Yeah, this was pretty humiliating…
He moved one finger, sometimes angling wrong and getting a verbal and physical complaint from Nishiki. He doesn't get the appeal of sticking something inside here, but it's what guys do?
He used more lube, remembering to warm it up and sliding in a second finger. He hissed, discomfort on his face. Kiryu felt a little cocky.
“Shouldn't have finished so early.”
“Yeah, well you shouldn't have put your hands on me, pervert.”
They were all baseless insults, it was just part of his routine. It made him feel comfortable, like they're relationship is still the same just with added… experiences…
Kiryu's two fingers were now fully sheathed inside him. Besides the awkward angle, it went smoothly. He tried to spread his fingers and that was really stupid because Nishiki elbowed him.
“You're like an untrained horse. Stop squirming…” Kiryu berated him. He spread again, pushing and sliding around his fingers to get him to loosen up. He then found the weird spot inside him that made Nishiki actually moan.
“Uh… are you… okay?”
“Mhng… It's… fuh… fine. What did you do?” He panted, looking over his shoulder at Kiryu. This look completely ruined him. He thought Nishiki was handsome, but not like this…
“I don't know… I just did what I would on a girl…”
“Do I look like a woman to you?” He huffed into his face. Kiryu took this as a challenge and tried finding the spot. He pressed and poked and he finally found it again when Nishiki arched his back. He arrogantly massaged this soft spot inside him.
“K-Kiryu… ufgh… this… feels so weird…”
“What does it feel like?”
“It feels like… something is… touching my dick from the inside… it also makes me feel like I have to go to the bathroom… ngh…”
“Hmm… okay…”
He kept that in mind as he fingered him. He got a little side tracked, more focusing on massaging him inside than opening him up. He was frequently getting side tracked with other things… Kiryu added a third finger, stretching him open even further. It felt so effortless as he fingered him. The room was filled with panting and groaning, mostly Nishiki. Kiryu was rutting against nothing, aroused and needing stimulation.
“P-pull it out…”
“Huh?”
“I said take it out…” Nishiki sounded hoarse from all the groaning. Kiryu removed his hand, which was really slick now. He was worried he completely fucked up.
“God, you're dense. Just… get on with it…” He sounded small, requesting such a big thing. Oh, now it's gonna happen. He anxiously looked through the drawers, trying to get condoms that actually fit him. He found the only large packet and ripped it open. The whole sensation of rolling it over himself felt incredible. To line up into him felt erotic as hell. It was a slow push, but once he got inside, he made a pathetic noise. Even Nishiki looked surprised.
“Jeez man, it's like it's your first time or something.”
Kiryu refused to look at him as he bottoms out, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his face into Nishiki's neck. Fuck he almost came from the sensation. He took a moment to compose himself. He wasn't that quick in bed…
He thrusted slowly, for the sake of Nishiki’s comfort and to stop his eager hormones. He was panting a lot and Nishiki was absolutely hating it.
“You sound like a fucking dog back there…”
Kiryu was too preoccupied to notice the words. He just kept thrusting little by little.
Nishiki was having a good time too, which weirdly enough made him feel better. It's not weird, he just wants them both to enjoy it. His hugging got tighter, and his hands were firmly around his waist. If this was a woman, he'd probably be kissing her and touching her boobs, but this felt completely different. He wouldn't kiss Nishiki, not like that anyway. Probably only as a joke. He thinks that while simultaneously being inside his warm heat.
It felt like his hips were moving on their own now. So warm and so tight. He kept going. Nishiki's back felt really good against his chest, and his finished tattoo was incredibly beautiful. They've gotten close over the years, sure, especially when they tumbled around when they fought. Kiryu would always get the upper hand but Nishiki was smarter when it came to dodging. This wasn't too different to fighting like they did as kids, still bickering even between action. But there was a key difference…
Kiryu wasn't cumming inside of him. It finally reached the tipping edge and it felt so good. He didn't warn Nishiki either, so when he suddenly stopped and panted loudly, Nishiki was confused.
“Hey… Why are you stopping?” Of course he wouldn't notice if Kiryu finished, because there was a protective cover between them. He was utterly mortified to tell him why he stopped.
“Don't tell me you… jeez man, that only took like, what, 6 minutes?” He snickered. Kiryu was too embarrassed to say anything.
Kiryu wanted to just pull away and hide in a box for the rest of eternity, but he couldn't pull out yet. Not when Nishiki is ready for his second orgasm.
“Come on… Don't leave me hanging man…” That was an unusually desperate request from someone as proud as his bro. He used what he knew and stroked him through another orgasm.
They both got over their own arousal, finally releasing their pent up tension. Would this ruin their relationship? It's not really certain if it would. Kiryu hoped it didn't, because it was in fact his fault. If he just moved away when Nishiki asked him and deal with it in the bathroom…
“Oi, stop spacing out. Pull out.”
Right, he was still seated inside him. He pulled out, hissing at the sensitivity. He threw away the rubber and sighed. Should they… hug? It didn't feel appropriate.
Nishiki rolled onto his back, and Kiryu freaked out. He tried hiding his embarrassment by pressing his face into the pillow. Nishiki looked smug that he wasn't the one being embarrassed for once.
They were both gross and sweaty. Sticky with bodily fluid they would rather not think about. Kiryu was flushed to hell and back, but Nishiki wasn't much better. Kiryu tried to stand up, but he felt weak in his legs. He stumbled to the shitty attached bathroom to clean up. He returned with tissue paper, shyly handing it to Nishiki. He sat himself at the edge of the bed, willing himself to relax so they could go back to sleep, but all he could think of was Nishiki's warmth. He wants to crawl up against him. Maybe he was just cold or had the flu, but he certainly didn't feel sick…
Nishiki readjusted his underwear, preparing to fall asleep again. Neither of them have said anything since the last finish.
Nishiki faced the door again, and foolishly, Kiryu scooted up against him.
“Don't tell me your still—”
“No, I… I just… I'm cold…”
Anyone smart enough knows that's bullshit, but even though it was, he wasn't being kicked off like last time. It's almost like acceptance, and that made his face burn up.
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Nishiki doesn't remember all that well, but he just knew he had to get up and hurry to the bathroom. He felt gross, slick with sweat and unconfirmed fluids. His head was spinning too. Kiryu had moved a bit away in his sleep, probably because they were both sweltering hot and uncomfortable. The shower they had wasn't ideal, and it felt more like a water pipe stuck out of a wall. He just took a quick shower, trying not to get creeped out by the different toys in the bathroom.
He doesn't know if Kiryu was up by the time he finished. It's a little difficult to change if he was awake too. Trying to peek out the door felt odd, but he just clenched his jaw and opened the door. Much to his advantage, Kiryu was still asleep. He slipped his underwear back on, feeling the remnants of their activity dried in the cotton. He should've washed this too, but he wasn't pleased with the idea of having wet underwear. There wasn't any time to dry it. He got up to his pants and shirt when Kiryu finally woke up. He must've noticed the thing he was holding wasn't there anymore.
“Nishiki…” His voice was hoarse and sleepy. It would be a cute sight for anyone, but he tried not to think about that. They did something stupid as hell. Spinning back around, he tries to finish buttoning up his shirt.
“Uh, yeah… Morning…” His response was weak, really just trying to get out of here as soon as possible.
“You're mad at me aren't you?” Kiryu mumbled, a gentle look on his face.
“Nobody said anything about being mad. I'm just getting dressed…”
“You're definitely angry.” Kiryu sat up from the bed, inching over to where Nishiki was standing. He didn't pay attention, too antsy and focused on trying to get his shirt to properly button up.
Kiryu wrapped his arms around him, leaning over his shoulder. His hands took over Nishiki's, finally getting that stubborn button secured. His arms then went back to hugging his middle.
“Idiot, are you trying to annoy me?”
“Is it working?” That stupid smirk. He wants to wipe it off his face.
“Come on. Get yourself dressed. Unless you want to go parading in your briefs, bro.” His teasing was an attempt to pry Kiryu off him, but it wasn't working. He hated the fact that the hug from now and last night reminded him of the times they huddled in bed during the winter. Except Kiryu is so firm and tough now. He can't help but be a little envious of the strength he has over him.
“Nishiki?” He heard the voice against his shoulder. It was too soft. Too nice. He hates that those delicate breaths weren't too dissimilar to his rugged panting.
“What is it?”
“You wanna get breakfast somewhere?”
“Kiryu I—”
“I'll pay.”
Goddamnit… How could he say no to such an offer? Kiryu was such a damn cheapskate, it infuriated him. When he actually pays for something it's his way of apologizing or making amends. Words don't always come easy, but it's not unnoticeable when he wants to be nice.
But the hugging was definitely new. Maybe it was a hangover thing. Kiryu only got touchy when he wasn't in his regular head space. Just as he was about to pull away, Kiryu fell back down onto the bed with him, sitting them both down on the bed with Nishiki on his lap.
———
Kiryu has never felt more anxious in his life. He completely fucked up their relationship. Now that he's convinced Nishiki to go get breakfast with him and sit down on the bed, he feels awkward as hell. Why did he hug him? Why did he pull him in his lap? The urge to grab him and force him in his space was uncomfortable, but in a sense he was literally keeping him from going away. Nishiki meant too much to him, but this was probably the worst way of approaching it. Nishiki smelled sweet, like he took a shower. The lingering scent was different from his cologne, matching the whole weirdness of their night. Everything felt out of place.
“I can't read your mind Kiryu. Say what you want to say.” Nishiki said impatiently. At least he wasn't squirming.
He couldn't find the words to verbalise his thoughts. It's all so goddamn awkward. Maybe if he just jumped out the window he could forget about everything.
“Are you sure you're not mad at me?”
“Seriously? I told you I wasn't. If I was actually pissed I would've kicked your shit in. You know that.” Nishiki was intentionally harsh. Deservedly.
“No, I don't. Sometimes you're pissed but you won't say anything. You didn't want to look at me.”
“Because I was getting dressed! Stop overthinking shit.”
“You sound pretty pissed.” Kiryu grumbled.
Nishiki nearly got him square in the face with an elbow if he didn't stop him in time.
“Oh yeah? I wonder why. You keep doing that. Stop assuming things. I'm only pissed because you keep repeating yourself.”
It was really tempting to shove him. They always bickered, but this was just pathetic.
“That's still being angry, jackass.”
“Do you want to give me a good reason to be angry then? For fuck sake, you make me so mad sometimes.”
Kiryu stopped arguing. It was going nowhere. He was just trying to clear things up but Nishiki was being difficult. Sometimes their teasing did get close to flat out arguing, like right now, and they usually got over it after a few minutes. He hoped this was the same.
They had a schedule — leave the hotel at around 9 am or you pay extra. It sucked, because it meant they had to take their petty argument outside. It wasn't something to discuss in public either. It was only 8 am too, and Kiryu was gonna need to fix himself up and get dressed, and he can't do that with a heavy man on his lap.
Nishiki finally wriggled his way out of Kiryu's lap, staring at his wrinkled clothes on the floor. He probably should've folded it like Nishiki’s, but he was really drunk. He sighed, picking up his mangled clothes and trying them on. Nishiki took the time to look in the closet Kiryu was spooked by, amused at what he saw. It wasn't even that terrible, just littered with costumes, toys and silky lace. He wants to crack a joke at Kiryu's expense for being such a pussy, and he could see it coming from a mile away.
“You said you had sex but you act like a virgin.” Nishiki snickered. Well true, he has slept with women before, it was all really vanilla and simple. Get undressed, sit on the lap and disappear.
“Just because I don't do weird shit like you—”
“Fuck you, I don't do weird shit with women.”
Kiryu snickered, zipping up his fly. They're surprisingly back to normal now. He really expected them to be more hostile or a little on edge. There was barely any tension and their shared experience actually furthered the teasing. If they were able to make fun of each other, it meant something, right?
They got their shit together, making sure they have their wallets, watches and chains. Like a bunch of kids, their faces were deep red when they walked past the reception lady, tossing over the room key and never looking back. The only people who appeared around the parts of the hotel were older people. They didn't really care about being seen by the general public, but other Yakuza could be a big issue. Sneaking around the alleys and avoiding their path of origin was successful and they got over to Cafe Alps.
Kiryu hated the look Nishiki had, like he was going to order a full American breakfast and the most expensive coffee. Why did he have to be so generous when he felt guilty? He stuck to a simpler breakfast, one that wouldn't hollow his pockets further.
They couldn't find a conversation to talk about. Not really. It was hard to talk about anything without mentioning the obvious. He really hopes the breakfast will at least make their hangover feel better. This is the last time he's going around bars with Nishiki without making sure he could actually get himself home properly. They didn't want any repeat offenses, because that would be really weird, right? Well, it wasn't all that bad actually. They both got off pretty smoothly. Nishiki was warm too, minus the gross sweat and his dirty hand…
Their breakfast did arrive and he was looking at the annoyingly gleeful expression on Nishiki's face. Asshole. It wasn't unusual for them to eat breakfast after a long and tedious night of bar binging, but he couldn't help but feel like that was never gonna be the same anymore.
“Can I come over to your place tonight?” Nishiki suddenly asked.
Kiryu found this utterly bizarre. Why would he come over? Isn't he afraid? Mortified? Isn't this their last meal ever and they will never see each other again?
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? Am I not allowed over? Come on, you have a TV, and I don't. Is that so difficult?”
“Oh…” He didn't know what to say, other than feeling relieved that Nishiki was still comfortable in his living space.
———
Their cans were littering the mat. The table had been moved to the corner of the apartment to make room on the mat. Nishiki had arrived early with some snacks and extra beer earlier that evening and they've been binging the baseball matches together. After a successful game, they switched over to those cheap movies. The expensive, big budget ones haven't been out on air yet, so they had to settle for the subpar shit for now. Kiryu didn't mind, he still likes the cheesy choreography of the martial arts.
Nishiki had gotten drunk enough to use Kiryu's thigh as a pillow. This has happened many times before, so he didn't even realise Nishiki had done it until a few minutes later. His hair was soft against his leg, and he could smell the intoxicating scent of beer. Maybe he was weird, but he actually liked the taste of the stuff, bitterness and all. Nishiki still preferred higher class alcohol, but he wasn't about to cough up cash for his expensive drinking. Their room was foggy, probably because of all the smoking too. It calmed their nerves, and mixing that with alcohol was like floating on air.
Even when they were apart, the smell of smoke just reminded him of his bro. They snuck around, looking for cigarettes that didn't quite finish burning properly and tried to light them when they were kids. They even snuck to Kamurocho to mess around the city and find stupid shit to do. They obviously got caught multiple times by teachers because the city was no place for a bunch of wannabe gangsters. He just has fond, childish memories of some places now, all because of the smell of nicotine.
“Kiryu… hand me another one…” Nishiki pointed to the packet of Cabin ‘85 on the table, and Kiryu flicked him a new one. He even lit the cigarette as he was laying on his thigh, something he felt quite proud of for pulling off without accidentally burning his hair.
It wasn't even that dark outside. It was only 7 pm right about now. He kind of wished they brought something else to do. Watching TV is alright, but he wanted to talk. His social battery was low and needed to be recharged. Only Nishiki seemed to fill that void, probably because of their strong relationship. He kind of hates being outside his social comfort zone. He would probably suck at making friends if Nishiki didn't coach him a little.
Kiryu's back was pressed up against the table, which wasn't the most comfortable thing really. He was too broke to afford a couch, so they always sat on the floor. He’s a little envious that Nishiki can just lay on his thigh like a headrest and he has to keep upright. They were definitely still tired from their activities earlier this morning and it was starting to show, especially in his bro.
Even though the sun had barely set, he was starting to doze off. Kiryu had to stop the cigarette from falling out of his mouth and potentially setting something on fire.
“Hey, if you're tired, don't fall asleep with a cigarette in your mouth.”
Nishiki chuckled, stretching his arms out above him. Kiryu will never really understand him sometimes.
“You can go to sleep on the futon. My leg is starting to feel numb.”
“Fine, alright, I'll get up.”
Nishiki lifted up his head, running a hand through it because of how messy it was. The bed was just next to them, so he comfortably scooted into Kiryu's bed. The TV was looking more and more tiring, as the movies or shows they played weren't the best right now. He could wait until 9 for a decent one, but by that point it will be too late. He wants to watch things with his bro, not alone. He might as well get in bed too.
If he wasn't such a lazy ass, he could've grabbed a second bed from the closet and shoved Nishiki onto it to reclaim his bed back. Crawling right next to Nishiki, pressing their backs together because of how cramped the space was. His legs were already off the edges, and he had a feeling his bro’s weren't all contained in the space either. He grabbed the extra pillow he used to sleep with and hugged it to his chest like he usually would. It was nice and cold too, cooling his heated body.
He assumed Nishiki was sleeping, because he didn't hear a complaint or anything when he got into bed with him. Maybe it's because they've crossed the line of personal space and this was just the consequences of it now. He hopes he can sleep like a rock too.
———
Kiryu woke up with the sensation of heat on his back. It was awful, and it felt like falling asleep next to the heater when he was a kid, so his brain didn't immediately register what was happening until he tried to move. Now this feels oddly familiar…
Nishiki had made himself home against his back. While not ideal, it wasn't as bad as he thought. Nishiki had always been more of a squirmer, getting annoyed when he was being touched or hugged unexpectedly. Kiryu was a bit more subtle with it. He also wasn't too fond of physical touch, but he wouldn't always try fighting as aggressively as Nishiki does. That's why he barely did anything when he found his bro snuggled up against him. It could be worse.
He tried stretching, and an obnoxious groan was heard behind him. So he was awake too.
“Morning…” He greeted lazily. The pillow he usually slept with was still firm against his chest. Hands squeezed around his middle and his back felt extra warm.
“Mm… hey…”
“You know you can just fall back to sleep if you're tired.”
Nishiki made noises again, and they were a little irritating. He doesn't like it when someone breathes down his neck, no matter how sexy they are. At least Nishiki's face was pressed into shoulder, so his whining went away from his sensitive neck.
“Stop whining.”
“See? Not so fun being on the receiving end.” Nishiki intentionally squeezed him tighter.
“Is that what this is about?”
Unlike him, he wasn't all too bothered. Just a little stiff, but that was about it.
“You don't sound annoyed. Does that mean you like it?”
Kiryu clicked his tongue. Anything to get a reaction out of him. They could probably wrestle over it and finally settle the score, but neither of them really wanted to do that right now. He could feel Nishiki's hand moving to his back. It was distracting, feeling a hand through his shirt, but it's not as bad as some other places.
After a while, the touching became numbing, making him sleepy. He sighed softly. Nishiki was annoyed that Kiryu wasn't as pissed as he was. He's supposed to get mad that he's being touched and irritated, not get comfortable. Nishiki's hands slid under his shirt and up his chest. Maybe that will finally piss him off.
Kiryu did freeze for a hot second, instinctively grabbing his wrist to stop him from going up farther.
“Hey, I think I'm allowed to get revenge for what you did to me…”
“Is this really necessary? Are you that petty?”
“Yeah, so?”
Kiryu arched his back in discomfort as Nishiki squeezed his chest like it was a pair of tits.
“That hurts, jackass.” He snapped, ready to pry him off any second. He was quickly stopped however when the palm squeezing his chest relaxed, only subtly fondling it.
“Nice tits bro.”
“Shut up.”
Nishiki just snickered, enjoying the sensation of firm muscle under his palm. It felt relaxing, like squeezing a warm stress ball. It wasn't as weighty or soft as a woman, but anything to piss off Kiryu.
Kiryu still held his hand, holding Nishiki's wrist and ready to rip it off if he was planning on doing anything funny. His chest grew red from the constant touching and pulling of skin, much like his face. He expected it to feel at least a little weird, but it was just sensitive.
“What's the matter bro? Why are you so quiet…”
“Isn't it obvious?”
Nishiki let his palm run down his abdomen, being as annoying as possible. His nails even dragged across his skin, which was way too ticklish for his liking. His warm hand snaked down to his shorts and Kiryu gave him a warning glare.
“Make it fair bro, come on.”
“You love pissing me off…”
“Because you're so easy.”
His waistband gave way when Nishiki tugged it away, enough to skip his whole hand in. He felt across his slick skin, now coated in sweat from the perpetual embarrassment. Nishiki rubs his index finger against his head, causing Kiryu to momentarily bite his lip. Too sensitive. He wasn't even excited, but that's probably gonna change soon. But it wasn't going as he expected. Nishiki shoved him, letting him roll onto his side and flat onto his stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm doing it my way, what else?”
His complaints were quickly shut off when Nishiki pulled down his shorts, exposing his lower half.
“Lift up.”
“What?”
“I said lift up, dumbass.”
Kiryu was tempted to just not raise his hips, but he was already on thin ice. He raised his hips so that his shorts could be pulled down, but not all the way, just enough to expose his ass.
“Do you call the hostesses you sleep with dumbasses too?”
“Shut your mouth. At least they aren't as stubborn as you. Don't you have some kind of lube?”
Kiryu felt burning shame when he pointed towards the sliding closet.
“Shoebox.”
“Score…” Nishiki snickered. He returned with the suspiciously half empty bottle.
Kiryu kind of knows what to expect. They did it before, only in reverse. This shouldn't be the worst… Unless Nishiki was just as terrible as he was. They were even in completely different positions, so who knows what could happen.
“Do you even know what you're doing?”
“Better than you, that's for sure.”
Kiryuk kicked his thigh, earning a scoff from his bro. This was probably the least sexiest thing they've ever done. Nishiki gets his hands warm after applying it to his fingers. It's much easier to slide it in from this angle but it didn't make it any less uncomfortable. Kiryu groaned painfully. His hands were digging into the pillow and his hips tried to pull away from the intrusion.
“Stop moving. You're just as bad as I was.”
He kept groaning, trying to stay still but it felt like it was burning. Nishiki had to take hold of his hips so he would stop pulling away.
“If it's that bad, just say so…” Nishiki gave him a way out of this, but he wasn't about to chicken out now. That would only stroke Nishiki's ego. He would do anything to prove he was able to take it just as well if not better. It seemed that he could push himself if he just got a little more competitive.
“It's fine…” He frowned, trying to relax. He's such a hypocrite, telling Nishiki to relax but he couldn't even do it himself.
It was just one finger and it already felt so goddamn weird. It was another uncomfortable stretch as a second finger pried him open. This one felt a lot worse and he let out a groan.
“Don't be such a baby. You've had worse things stabbed into you.” Nishiki teased him. His fingers sunk down to the very base. Good lord.
“You’re… ngh… not very comforting.” Kiryu retorted, lifting up his hips and spreading them open to ease some of the burning.
“Aw, do you want me to make you feel better? Do you want me to kiss away the pain?”
“Ass.”
Nishiki experimented, scissoring his fingers and helping him adjust. He tried mimicking what Kiryu did to him and it was going smoothly. It was pretty difficult at first to get his fingers in and move them, but they've opened him up enough that they slid in and out quickly. It reminded Nishiki of how he’d prep his girls. He curved his fingers, trying to mimic his own experiences.
Kiryu jerked, and his sorrowful groans turned into sounds of unexpected pleasure. He could see it on his face, the surprise sensation. See? Guys didn't fuck for no reason.
Kiryu moaning because of his handiwork was arousing, but he didn't want to think about that. He kept that constant rubbing, back and forth over that soft spot. Kiryu started drooling onto the pillow he was on, showing his arousal physically instead of verbally. He checked out of curiosity, leaning down to check between his legs. It was a steady leak onto the blankets. Everytime he rubbed particularly harsh, Kiryu would tense up, gripping his pillow and he would make a bigger mess.
“You're so quiet, that means it feels good, I bet…”
Nishiki snickered, knowing how he functioned. He received an unimpressed look in return. He lightly scratched his back as he kept fingering him.
“Who’s a good boy?” He patted his ass
“Shut the fuck up…” Kiryu would've sounded incredibly threatening if his voice wasn't muffled by a pillow. This was torture. The massaging wasn't enough to get him off. It was so much yet not enough. He was too embarrassed to ask if Nishiki could press harder or if he could get another finger.
Nishiki fished out a condom from his suit pocket that was thrown onto the floor, just his perfect fit.
“Why don't you tell me you had that? We could've used it at the hotel…” Kiryu mentions.
“It wouldn't have fit you. I only buy my own sizes.” He smirked, pulling down his boxers. He lined up nicely, pressing slowly. It felt similar to his first time, right heat with resistance. Kiryu was squirming a lot.
“Hey, hey. Quit squirming.” He decided the best way to get him to lay still was to lay on top of him. He pressed his weight onto him, flattening them both until they were comfortable against the futon. Nishiki continued to slide in, even adding extra lube to make it go by easier. When he finally sheathed himself in, it was so good, nevermind the fact that it was his bro. Kiryu had a good ass, so it really did feel like any other girl if he closed his eyes.
Kiryu was frozen, completely stiff from the sensation of being full. His dick was trapped between his blankets and his stomach and Nishiki’s weight was just enough to keep him satisfied. Nishiki started out faster than he did, mostly because he was smaller, but that was fine. He still felt incredibly full of him. He was bigger than he remembered.
“Fuck… Kiryu…” Nishiki moaned deliberately into his ear. He was gonna kill him. The thrusts were shallow at first, but they quickly gained speed. All of this speed went straight into him, making him arch with pleasure. His dick kept rubbing into the blankets, and they were soft and warm. Goddamnit. He was gonna finish so quickly.
“Nishiki… slow down…” He reached back to grab his ass, a subconscious way of getting him to slow his movements.
Nishiki refused to cooperate, pressing deeper into him. God he was so horny. Why did Kiryu have to have such a good, holdable body?.
Kiryu, noticing his stubbornness, glared at him over his shoulder. Before he could say anything, Nishiki slapped a hand over his mouth, his thrusts growing sloppy and his hair falling over his face. Another complaint was about to mumble its way out of Kiryu's mouth but it was getting really difficult not to cum.
His back was hurting a little from the angle, but it was clear that this was a fight of dominance. The position, the comments, the hand over his mouth. This was his way of feeling superior over him. Maybe he'll allow it.
“Good boy…” Nishiki mocked him again. Guess that small bit of freedom he allowed him was used to his disadvantage. He tried licking Nishiki's palm to get it off his hand, but that backfired because it just allowed his fingers access to his tongue. He almost gagged when he felt his middle and ring finger slip into his mouth. So goddamn lewd. He was never going to get the taste of his fingers out of his mouth.
Nishiki was braver than him, but maybe that's just his arrogance. His wet tongue flicked over his neck. He felt disgusted, because he was slick with sweat. He was going to die from heat stroke before he actually gets to finish.
“Don't. Just… Shut up… Ugnh…”
At this point he just wants it to end because of how goddamn hot it was getting. And his blankets were already ruined. He breathed a sigh of relief when Nishiki snapped, riding out his orgasm.
Kiryu was just glad it was over now. His back hurts a little and he needed a shower. A nice cold one. Too bad that train of wonderful thoughts had to be stopped because Nishiki wasn't satisfied with the end results. After he pulled out, he replaced the cavity with his fingers instead. Kiryu’s legs tensed up as he was pleasured again, choking on Nishiki's hand.
“Didn’t you mention something about fairness, hm?”
This was probably fair, but he could've been a lot less aggressive about it. He's never finished like this before, so he's a bit paranoid that this will go on forever. Nishiki doesn't leave him to think about that possibility for long because despite them both being amateurs, his prostate was getting tender from the massaging. He doesn't know why he's so embarrassed to finish, it felt like he was losing to him in a way.
“Come on, you finished so quickly last time.”
Nishiki finally let his fingers out of his mouth and Kiryu let out a disgruntled noise. Nishiki just kept being smug about it.
“You're such a terrible partner.” Kiryu cursed at him.
“Maybe you're too stubborn.”
Nishiki added a 3rd finger, thoroughly sliding in and out of his wet heat. Kiryu couldn't help but thrust the blanket, chasing his orgasm. Even when he's so close it feels wrong to touch himself. He pants a lot, before finally getting over his seemingly endless race to pleasure. He soaks his blanket in warm liquid, stuttering his hips and rubbing his slick tip through the mess.
He slumps onto his stomach, utterly done with everything right now. His hips were still jerking, and Nishiki found it amusing to lay on top of him. Kiryu tried bucking him off like a horse, and Nishiki just chuckled.
“Don't be like that. It was fun, eh?”
Kiryu was too annoyed to reply. He honestly could just go back to sleep, but the off chance of his bro getting himself busy in the kitchen and eating the food he bought with his own money made him reevaluate. He seriously needed a shower though. He can't remember the last time he was this sweaty, among other things.
“You're so gross.” His petulance was intentional, but he didn't want to sound ungrateful. It was fun, but they really shouldn't have jumped the wagon so quickly. Nishiki had already gotten out of bed, grabbed some bottles of water from the mini fridge and tossed it at him. He couldn't catch it in time and it hit his back, the cold hard bottle shocking him awake.
Kiryu takes the water and drinks it quickly. He still feels like he just got doused in hot water. He pressed his face against the cool water bottle, hoping the dripping condensation cooled him off. He's disappointed that his favourite blanket was completely ruined and that it was all 100% his own fault, but he just wanted to be angry at Nishiki. They couldn't settle for a one off thing, they had to turn everything into a competition with a permanent score. They had one for arcades, baseball, ramen shops, hell, even who was the last person to pay for their vending machine drinks.
If they've gotten this comfortable, so deadset on their friendly rivalry that they're willing to keep score of who has topped the other so far? It gets his fire burning, a sensation of confidence spiking in his body. He could find ways to get ahead of him, and he was going to be the last one on the score, even if it meant going all out with this.
Nishiki's look showed the same feeling. He wasn't about to be humiliated by Kiryu, and have him be the one to brag about how he fucked Nishiki in a love hotel. Sucks to be him though, because he managed to get Kiryu to cum from getting fingered. The more humiliating the other person was, the better the victor would feel afterwards.
There were probably gonna be some rules though. They can't just surprise each other. It still has to be a mutual thing in the end. They also couldn't just force the other into it. They should agree to call it quits when it gets too out of hand. He's not about to go to a porn shop to buy weird shit just to make Nishiki embarrassed because that act in itself would be embarrassing. There was this artificial barrier stopping them from getting too weird because then they themselves would feel miffed about it in the end. Kiryu doesn't know how far Nishiki is willing to go for this, but buying your best bro a pair of lingerie just to piss him off was going to be embarrassing as hell.
Nishiki had already gone and showered while Kiryu was in his own head, using the bottle against his wet skin. He also used the dirty blanket to wipe himself off. He was gonna wash it anyway, so there's no point in wasting tissues. He threw it in the hamper, upset. Their clothes were still all over the place, but he just kept to his boxers and tank top. His appetite got the better of him and he went to the kitchen. As expected, there was nothing in his apartment, even though he kept opening and closing the same cabinets and his fridge, hoping that miraculously food would spawn out of thin air.
Kiryu could wait for Nishiki, so they could get something to eat at the store, but he was taking his sweet time. He needed to shower too, and he only had so much hot water. He called out through the thin sliding door.
“Hey, stop using all my hot water.”
“Gimme a second bro.”
Kiryu hated his dismissive reply. He forced open the door, accompanying Nishiki in the bathroom. It was foggy as hell, and there was a severe lack of ventilation in there. Kiryu could barely make out his bro’s silhouette, his tattoo sticking out the most. His shower didn't have any glass or curtains to shield away from anyone, not that you needed to, of course. It was a one person apartment, unless you had your friend who constantly bummed off of you.
“Dude, get out of here! I didn't say you could come in!”
“You're taking too long. I'm gonna have to shower in ice cold water. Move over. We're sharing.”
“What!? No!” Nishiki complained, but he was too late to do anything. The other had already stripped out of his sweaty clothes, and had gotten in behind him. The water didn't hit him nearly as much, but that's just because of the size of the showerhead. Kiryu relaxed as some of the water cleaned off any unwanted bodily fluid. They were pressed back to front, but either Nishiki had to move closer to the wall, or Kiryu had to move away from his back to have ample space to do anything.
They were both stubborn, so neither of them moved. Kiryu just washed himself like he normally would, and Nishiki did the same. It wasn't until he felt Kiryu's hand on his back that he started snapping.
“Dude… What are you doing?”
“Helping you.” He was covering his whole back, especially the hard to reach areas in his soap. He was already going to smell like him, with all the time he's spent in Kiryu's apartment. Now he was definitely going to smell like him, which Nishiki probably hated because it smelled like cheap drugstore shit. That felt important somehow, but Kiryu couldn't exactly piece together why it bothered him that his best friend smelled different.
“I don't need help. It's just supposed to be quick. There's barely any room in here, so now it's probably gonna take longer.”
“Then move closer.”
“Like hell I am. Get out of here.”
Kiryu ignored his complaints, staying in the shower. He wants to be clean too, because when we're they gonna get their breakfasts? At 11 when all they sell is the clearance shit?
Instead of forcing him into it, Kiryu just stayed to wash himself, occasionally grabbing the bottle from the ledge. It's still strange how they can go back to being completely normal after all that. Maybe it should be normal. It should be satisfying to let yourself participate in activities without worrying about the other person's emotional connection. Yeah, they were best bros, but they could've been strangers. Would that have changed anything? Why is he suddenly justifying what they did? He doesn't really know. He doesn't know how Nishiki feels about all of this either…
———
Nishiki was going to bash in his skull. It's been a few weeks after their whole completely platonic and not at all romantic sexual activities took place. But that doesn't mean Kiryu has made it any easier for him. It felt like he had a constant pair of eyes staring at him, and he knew it was Kiryu because who fucking else? It's so painfully obvious what he wants to ask, but he's too much of a shy ass to even croak out a question. He knew Kiryu was definitely mad at the fact that he got the last laugh at the end, even shoving his fingers into his throat. If anyone wanted revenge and served it perfectly, it would be Nishiki. Too bad his kyodai wasn't much for second place, especially not something so petty and winnable.
So he wasn't caught off guard at all when Kiryu randomly started play fighting during a baseball game on TV. It pissed him off immediately, but he was prepared. He suspected Kiryu would try and attack when he was super invested in the game, just when their team was about to bat too. Kiryu was heavy on him, a good solid frame on him, but he was far too interested to see the game than entertain this dumb ox.
“Hey—! Asshole! Get off of me!” Nishiki protested, hitting him square in the shoulder with a shove. Kiryu didn't budge, not much anyway. He tangled them together, wrestling for dominance.
“Come on, this is more fun…” Kiryu lied obviously. Nishiki got some free space and he tried kicking his knee up, and that worked better than he expected. He was able to roll Kiryu onto his back, before giving him a hard punch to the side. Kiryu winced, and Nishiki didn't look remorseful at all. He twisted his neck to see if his favourite batter had been on play yet, but Kiryu used his distraction to his advantage to roll him onto his stomach. Nishiki cursed loudly.
“Are you that petty? Get off, or I'm robbing you.” He wasn't even joking, he would take Kiryu's wallet and make him beg to get it back, not after making sure he actually had any cash and hasn't been lying this whole time about running dry every time they go out for dinner.
“Robbing me? Not like this, you're not.” He teased, a lot more subdued than Nishiki's usual teasing. Nishiki was just pissed that he was facing away from the TV. He hit Kiryu’s chin with his elbow.
“You can at least flip me around. I wanna see what's happening.”
Kiryu complied, letting them lay both on their stomachs and Kiryu laying heavily on him. He was so goddamn warm, just like at the night of the hotel. Just remembering it makes his face flush uncomfortably. He could watch the game now, just with an extra 90kg on his back. Hot breath close to his neck he wanted to pull away from, but he knew Kiryu just wanted to be the one who beat him in this non-existent, unwritten game of… what do you even call this?
The weight was actually kind of nice, a soft, moving pressure on his back. Like when he slept with those giant teddy bears you win at carnivals or festivals that are way too big to fit in your bed, but you sleep with it on top anyway. Funny how he remembers that, he could've sworn Kiryu bought it for him too…
Nishiki's attention was drawn back to the baseball match, anxiously waiting for the next strike out to inevitably happen. This distraction was another benefit to Kiryu, who still wanted to get one over Nishiki. He was the one who started it, so he was gonna finish it too.
Nishiki obviously felt Kiryu's featherlight thrusting against his ass. He even made a face of “I'm gonna beat you up later.”. Kiryu didn't care, because if Nishiki seriously wanted him to stop, he would've yelled out, kicked him, and probably throw his table at him. He knew if Nishiki was really disturbed, he wouldn't shut up about it.
The friction against Nishiki was really nice. Reminder him of his pillow. God, not the fucking pillow again. He will never be able to sleep with one again without thinking about… this.
He doesn't have much experience, but the little he has is now all tainted with the scent and… fluids… of his bro. He does find this a little erotic though. Maybe it's because he's only ever been into shrink wrapped fantasies. This is just a repeat conversation he had with himself, but… less shameful. He had been so focused on the sensation of his slowly growing excitement pressing against a warm, smooth body, that when Nishiki started moving he stopped entirely.
“Relax, I'm just getting comfortable.” He said it like this was a regular 9 to 5 break room conversation. Nishiki had taken off his shirt, too hot for all the action at the back and his attention on the game. This made things slightly harder, literally. Kiryu was so physically attracted to this it was getting insane. His arms came to cradle Nishiki's, caging them together. He wanted to do more than thrust, maybe kiss or something. Nishiki was braver and gave him a confident lick against his neck when he topped him. He tried to do the same, but Nishiki just pouted.
“Your tongue is so wet, man.”
Kiryu was a little satisfied with that reaction. He didn't like the taste of salt in his tongue though. It was too much. He tried a kiss on his shoulder, which worked well enough. Anything he did was to satisfy himself though. He would feel terrible if he got the final score, but Nishiki was more invested in his baseball game than in their activity. He kind of had an idea for what he wanted to do, but committing to it was extremely daunting. He was grateful for the game in front of them, because the sound from the speakers was covering his loud panting. He lifted himself up, keeping his seated position, but he frowned, looking down at what he was about to do. He hooked his fingers underneath his bro’s boxers, pulling his pair down just below his ass. He swallowed heavily, feeling an uncomfortable sensation on his tongue as he had to imagine what he wanted to do to get back at him.
“What are you doing back there?” Nishiki called out, not taking his eyes away from the screen once. Kiryu noticed the lube bottle from underneath his blanket and took it. It was close to empty now, for no reason in particular…
He read the label, making sure it wasn't anything poisonous if you accidentally swallowed it. He put some on his fingers, vaguely remembering an annoyed Nishiki berating him for his manners when he just stuck it in cold. He warmed it up, before rubbing at his entrance. Nishiki already squirmed, but he wasn't as much of a vocal complainer as last time. Kiryu kept wetting his backside with his fingers, letting that area adjust to the sensation of being rubbed. Kiryu stopped after a few minutes, gently grabbing his hips with both hands and leaning his head forward. He experimented, pressing a kiss to his cheeks first, before letting his tongue taste him. It was a little gross, but that was the chemical taste of lube. He almost stuck his tongue out in disgust, but Nishiki was the one yelping first.
“Hey! The fuck are you—”
Kiryu shut him up with another petty lick. And then more and more. Forcing himself past the slick lube and eating out his bro.
Nishiki's hips were at an all time high, raised into the air and chasing the sensation of Kiryu's flat tongue. He didn't expect him to like it this much. He even spread his legs further, getting better contact with his excited body. He's also getting better access to his dick. He even gets to see it properly hard for the first time, their previous times being limited to each other's backsides. He took hold of him, mostly the tip, and continued to lap at him like a dog. He went at a slow, tempting pace, which was probably a smart move because Nishiki couldn't stop leaking in his hand. He was even brave enough to toy with his slit.
“Kiryu— fuck man… Where'd you learn … ugh… to do this?”
He wasn't about to admit that he walked, embarrassed, through a VHS store, looking through their selection and even finding their “banned” section (which was just a way of disguising weapons and other weird shit they sold.) and their homoerotic shit too. The cashier probably thought he was some poor closeted man, and not a guy out to settle a petty and nonsensical score.
But Nishiki’s question was probably rhetoric, too blissed out from the tongue he was receiving. Fuck, just thinking about having a tongue on him too was making him rock his hips into thin air. Spit was drooling from his mouth, leaking down his chin as he tried to keep at pace with his bro's uncontrollable hips. It took very little effort to eventually get Nishiki to cum, and it got all over his hand and on the floor. He didn't feel nearly as grossed out as last time though. His hand kept sliding over and over him until he started complaining of sensitivity.
———
“God damn it…” Nishiki pulled a face, not angry at Kiryu’s touching or his sexual advances, but that he lost his goddamn score. A score that frankly, neither of them should care about. Kiryu awkwardly sat there, his one hand up, cum dripping from it and he looked like he was afraid to move, and his mouth was covered in spit and lube. He looked like a child who just went through the pantry looking for cookies and got caught.
“Nishiki…” That was Kiryu's ‘Help me, please’ tone of voice he was all too familiar with. He could see him lightly humping nothing, probably because he has no impulse control.
“Nah, I'm kinda sleepy.” He teased him, trying to be smug. He could easily just leave him like that, get his own revenge, but again, letting him sit there like a dog was a bit cruel.
“Nishiki…” There he goes again. He swears to God it's like a dog begging for treats.
“Fine, jeez. You don't have to look like that.” Nishiki flipped around, getting in front of his bro. He pushed him down, onto his ass instead of his knees. He figured he could just give him a quick handjob. His hands lazily pulled down Kiryu’s underwear, giving him a quick run down, and grabbing the lube. It was running dry, but there was enough to slick him up. Kiryu whimpered at the cold. Pussy.
There wasn't much to say, other than watching Kiryu weakly thrust into his palm. Sometimes he just lets him do the work, but he didn't want him thinking he had any say in how this ended. He got his poor cock right to the end and just when he's about to blow he pulls his hand away.
Kiryu proceeds to give him the most pleading look he’s ever seen. And man, that taste of victory was sweet.
“Nishiki… no… come on…”
“What? My hand got tired. It needed a break.” He was being really smug about it. Kiryu didn't look happy at all, but he changed his tune quickly when Nishiki resumed his hand stroking again.
Just like last time, he took the pleasure like a champ, but his thrusts were desperate and fast. His hand was so smooth against his red tip, and that oozing onto his hand was boosting his ego. Another few quick pumps of his hand and he pulled away again, right before he was about to get his release.
“Nishiki… Please… Please…”
“Is this the only time you've ever asked me with ‘please’? Wow, I'm never gonna get you to say please ever again…” He snickered, toying with his dick and flicking it with his finger. His bro was just thrusting into nothing again, rather content with fucking the air.
“Okay okay. I can't let you be that pathetic.”
Again, he started pumping him. He was taking his time too, because he knew Kiryu had a short fuse and any longer would be prolonging his pleasure. Kiryu even grabbed his wrist, guiding it. His face and shoulders were completely blushed red, same with his ears. He was just hot all over and it was all because of him. He kept stroking Kiryu like he was stroking his ego. Kiryu was close again, because he had started to pick up the pattern that whenever Kiryu was close he would stop thrusting, just keeping his hips still and letting Nishiki deliver the last blow. He had some mercy left in him, and he let the poor guy blow his load. It was a lot. Good lord. He was so thankful they had a condom back at the hotel now. Imagine cleaning up that mess when this one looked… intimidating. Kiryu was so much louder too. Probably because of the edging though.
“Nishiki— it hurts—”
He's snapped back into thoughts when Kiryu’s eyes start to water, his hips jerking away. Oh, right, he can stop stroking him now. Fuck. That was really fun.
Kiryu's legs twitched helplessly, trying to adjust to the orgasm. He has never been this embarrassed in his life. Nothing ever comes close to begging your bro so you can finally get off. Nishiki wins, and he never wants to challenge him again. He'd rather be a virgin than let Nishiki get the better of him. The sex was great, but the gloating that oozed out of Nishiki was infuriating too.
“Jeez man, you got a little eager there.”
“Fuck you.”
“Maybe next time.”
Kiryu grabbed him by his shoulders and forced him into a competitive kiss. Nishiki yelps momentarily, before wiping his gross hand across Kiryu's shirt and getting a loud whine out of him. Neither of them are particularly good at kissing, but they keep going at it, trying to get the other to yield. Nishiki had more experience, so he managed him back down onto the ground.
“I win, again. You're buying dinner.”
Kiryu huffed, shoving him off him.
“Fine.”