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It starts innocently enough.
Majima. His weight above him. The shift of leather. He feels leather fingers on his hands, ghost along his palm, crawling up his wrist, a grip crocodile tight. A smile that glints on excited canines and makes Kiryu’s throat dry.
He doesn’t know whether that look is going to end with his throat clawed out, or if he is going to have the living shit fucked out of him.
He notices this time around that Majima is adorning a silver stud earring in the rise of his ear; a good inch above the ear lobe. A small snake charm dangles dangerously off its hinge, threatening to fall off.
“Kiryu-Chan..”
Before Majima can even get his hands entirely around Kiryu’s neck-
He wakes up.
Kiryu forgets to breathe. He lets out a shaky exhale.
He puts a hand to his neck, almost as if it were a memory rather than a dream.
He wonders for days what would have come the seconds afterward.
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When he sees Majima next, it’s at the convenience store down the street. He makes no remark or shows any indication that he might be having...dreams about his superior, but a hot flash of embarrassment curls in his gut but it's gone as fast as it comes.
On instinct, his palms are up and out, in an offensive position that has Majima running at him with his tanto in tow.
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This time, Dream Majima has a lip piercing.
It's a simple black loop ring hugged snugly at the center of Majima's lower lip.
Kiryu can’t seem to understand why it looks so good on him. Maybe its the alluding confidence that makes the ring shine. It glistens as if it commands all attention to his lips, of the tongue that runs along them, the teeth worrying the lip, whatever it is, Kiryu can’t look away.
Majima settles on his lap and takes out his tanto. He wordlessly licks along the sharpened end of the blade and back down, as if it were a shaft he was pleasuring. He watches the slow drag of the ring scrape along the blade as Majima flattens his entire tongue on its edge, a drunk open mouthed smile as he does so. It's downright obscene, Kiryu's breath gets caught in his throat.
Kiryu tries to look away but to no avail, especially when Majima moans when the bladed edge cuts into the end of his tongue.
The blood drips down his lip; the ring catches some of the bright red, diverting its path around its metal curve and making a straight line down his chin. Majima looks younger, Kiryu realizes, when he leers at him with blood on his face.
When Kiryu leans down to lick the blood up, Majima drapes his arms over Kiryu’s shoulders with an audible sigh.
Kiryu’s tongue gets up to the ring, making direct eye contact with Majima before doing what he wants.
Majima just smiles and pushes his tongue out invitingly. The younger Yakuza catches the bleeding tongue between his lips, the slip and warmth of blood and saliva mingling in his mouth.
He soon adjusts his attention back to the lip ring and tongues the ring gently, feeling the inner lip of where it pierces the inside of the older man’s mouth.
Majima keeps his mouth open allowing Kiryu to lave his tongue on willing lips and metal. They both make strangled moans as they suck with blood and spit.
Proceeding to follow it out, he feels Majima nipping at his upper lip, a little more than impatient.
There's blood smeared over Majimas lips. It almost looks like a lovely dark shade of lipstick, abiet smudged and dragged messily.
He looks more than pleased with himself when he pushes Kiryu to lie down in the bed. Majima proceeds to straddle himself over, gloves on Kiryu’s abdomen, pushing up- to his pecs and to the collar bone where they rest on his neck. They stare at each other for a few moments, Kiryu stunned in awe.
Majima is fucking gorgeous. His devilish smile and hair frames his pale face as dark strands fall lightly on his high cheekbones.
Majima pushes his body flush against him and pins Kiryu’s arms above his head. Majima holds them there with Kiryu's wrists crossed and clenched.
He begins to nuzzle into Kiryu's strong neck, mouthing lightly with teeth. About to bite, but always moving to the next part before there's any pain.
Kiryu isn't a big fan of pain, but the way the older man seems to be dragging this. It makes him impatient. He forgets Majima has his arms pinned above him, he doesn't mind relinquishing power to Majima so he doesn't bother moving them.
He feels Majima's pelvis grinding down into him. Into the mattress and the younger man can do nothing but moan into every push forward and each light scrape of teeth.
He winces when Majima finally bites. And soon after he feels the smooth metal and hot tongue swirling over a sensitive nipple. His pec has been pushed up and has Majima smiling up at him triumphantly.
Kiryu realizes that his hands aren't pinned down anymore. When he begins to lift them to grab Majima's sharp hips, leather clad fingers push down on his arms. Oh. Guess he wants him to lay down and take it.
Kiryu feels a heat rise in his cheeks when he places them back down and Majima smiles down at him.
'Good boy' Kiryu thinks Majima lips form. But he's staring at that lip ring so he can't be entirely sure.
The older man begins to work his own pants off, and Kiryu watches. A clatter of heavy shoes are heard from the side of the bed. Majima is proudly donning nothing but metal chain and his rough leather gloves.
He remounts Kiryu and reveals his tanto. The younger man is more aroused at the fact that Majima's erection is drooling over Kiryu's abdomen. His focus suddenly shifts when he feels the cold blade cut into his side, just enough to bleed. Then another on his chest that Majima lovingly sucks over.
The older man sits back up, and brings the tanto down to Kiryu's belt. A quick flick of the wrist and the belt snaps and carelessly slips to the floor. Kiryu's slacks follow soon after.
Kiryu watches as Majima places the tanto to the side of the bed to then grab both of them with both of his fists. Majima's cock is dark at the top and pulses as it drools even more precome into Kiryu's own. Majima shifts to better align thier sex with a breathy grunt.
Kiryu is painfully hard and bucks when he feels an experienced wrist twist that pull their skins back. It's so dirty to see his own heavy cock below Majima's stunning member as it dribbles down; coating them with enough lube for the both of them.
Majima begins to thrust ever so slowly and he watches mesmerized as Majima uses his fists as a hole to fuck. Pushing on Kiryu's own, he can feel the sensitive shining red tip rub ontop of his own sensitive head.
The noises Majima makes Kiryu's face turn a deep shade of red. It's loud and moans are the only thing Kiryu can hear. All he can think about. Sometimes there's a breathy sound after some of them or when Kiryu lifts his hips a bit for a different angle the moans become choked and abrupt.
It's like Majima is riding him and Kiryu just wants Majima to use him. Kiryu's hands are firmly planted to the mattress as it creaks and dips with Majima's antics.
The older man looks completely lost in the pleasure, almost as if Kiryu wasn't under him, a tool for his release. The thought makes Kiryu reach the edge in an instant.
He comes hard and that seems to snap Majima out of it. Majima slows the roll his hips, but gripping a bit harder as he thrusts slowly enough to squeeze out the last remaining orgasm out of Kiryu. The pressure of Kiryu's release is coated all across his chest.
Majima is still hard. Kiryu's fingers are tingling as he tries to gasp for breath. Majima silently slides forward enough to have his inked thighs comfortably settle under Kiryu's arms.
Majima's strong thighs give enough push to the sides of Kiryu's pecs to push them up and out. Using Kiryu's spent release to good use, Majima uses his cock to slide across his chest and collect as much of it as it can with no shame. Kiryu suddenly wished he came more.
After Majima looks more than satisfied he uses one of his gloved hands to hold the hands above Kiryu's head again. Though it was more of a hold for Majima to use as leverage, Kiryu can't help but sigh out when they lace their fingers together.
Majima rolls his eye before setting his erection in the voluptuous crest in the middle of Kiryu's chest. Majima's other free hand is put ontop this hard dick on Kiryu's chest, as additional pressure.
It starts nice and slow and Kiryu gets a front row seat of the tattooed insides of Majima's thighs.
The head of Majimas dick peaks out from under his gloved hand with each push forward of his hips. Kiryu can't help but get aroused again, his member already recovering.
But this wasn't about him, all he really wanted was to get the older man to come all over him.
So he cups the supple flesh of Majima's ass; taking note of the rougher texture of inked skin. He pulls Majima toward him with every thrust- until they set a good rhythm that has the older man moan silently with every push forward.
Kiryu arches his back just enough to push Majima's pelvis forward so his own lips touch Majima’s sensitive cock. He jolts in surprise and comes and Kiryu is more than happy to take in as much as he can.
Some still spills over his lips, coating them like lipgloss.
Majima's face peers down at Kiryu and smiles one of those lazy smiles. Kiryu can’t stop looking at those lips. There is still some blood on his chin, dried and long forgotten.
Kiryu wakes up in a sweat, and groans when he finds out that he has to wash his underwear.