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If Majima’s life were a book written by a first-year creative writing student who loved heavy-handed metaphors, the latest annoyingly transparent metaphor object would be paperwork. Paperwork for the construction site, unending piles of paperwork for his newly re-established family, and most annoyingly of all, paperwork for getting his fucking ass waxed. His eye swam after every finished workday with “sign here”, “our terms of service include”, “we are not responsible for any damages incurred”, and he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d managed to escape busy work to get out of the office and kick someone’s ass. Kiryu was in town for god’s sake and he hadn’t even found the time to bug him after Nishida had popped his helmeted head into his office to let him know.
Majima didn’t even look up from his desk as Nishida knocked at the door; he knew better than to bug him when he was busy.
“Fuck off, Nishida, I’m busy.”
The door opened and Majima got ready to chew him out for reminding him to eat more than one meal a day, but his heart skipped a beat when it was Kiryu opening the door.
“I guess I could leave, nii-san,” Kiryu said, his low voice and almost imperceptible smirk making Majima regret not bugging him earlier. His suit fit him better (it seemed like he’d been lifting or something--keeping his muscles toned), and his hair was immaculately gelled.
Majima scoffed and rolled his eye, unable to come up with a snarky remark before Kiryu closed the gap between them and kissed Majima affectionately on the forehead.
“The fuck? Ya tryin’ harder than usual to get laid?” Majima asked, flustered at the sudden show of affection.
Kiryu smiled warmly at him and held his hand out as if Majima were supposed to take his hand and let him pull him up.
“I’ve missed you, Majima-san,” Kiryu said, resting a hand on Majima’s shoulder. “You’re stressed. Nishida told me you haven’t done anything but work for over a month. Let me treat you tonight.”
“What a snitch,” Majima murmured, but he held his hand out and let Kiryu pull him out of his plush office chair. “Do I gotta pull out somethin’ nice to wear or what?”
“No, not tonight,” Kiryu said.
“Are you suggestin’ that my amazing outfit is anythin’ less than black-tie formal?” Majima teased, bumping shoulders as they left the trailer Majima was calling his construction office.
“Well,” Kiryu began, tilting his head as he considered the question. “It’s not the worst outfit I’ve seen you in.”
Majima mocked offense, smacking Kiryu’s chest as they both chuckled.
It was about midday as they walked the streets, the crowds parting just enough to let the two of them walk shoulder to shoulder as they walked toward whatever destination Kiryu had in mind. It wasn’t quite winter yet, so Majima was comfortable in just his jacket and pants, but he suddenly found himself wishing it was just a bit cooler so he could cheesily ask to borrow Kiryu’s jacket and keep it for himself when Kiryu inevitably left the city.
“When’s the last time you went bowling?” Kiryu asked, breaking the comfortable silence they’d been walking in.
Majima gave him a look and laughed. “When I threw that game with you so you’d fight me a year or so back, maybe two.”
“You did not throw that game,” Kiryu said matter-of-factly. “I won fair and square. And the fight afterward, if you need to be reminded of that, too.”
“ Fair and square? ” Majima gawked. “I threw a gutterball!”
Kiryu gave him a sideways glance, and Majima swore he saw the faint impression of a smirk on his lips, but that was gone in an instant. “Well, why don’t we have a rematch then?”
“I thought we were just goin’ out for lunch,” Majima said, nodding at the nearby Smile Burger Kiryu had seemingly been leading them to.
Kiryu shrugged and began walking that way. “Well, sure, since it’s clear I won that game fair and square.”
Majima squinted, knowing exactly what Kiryu was doing, but unable to resist the challenge all the same. He squared his chest and crossed his arms.
“Fine,” Majima said, trying very hard to keep himself from grinning. “But I know exactly what you’re doin’.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kiryu said innocently. If Majima didn’t know him so well, he might have believed him.
“Tch.”
The sleepy college student behind the counter barely even blinked at the presence of two of the city’s most revered yakuza. Majima was so used to both him and Kiryu getting recognized by underlings he’d never heard of that it was refreshing to not be recognized.
“This place never seems to change,” Kiryu said, glancing around at the unchanged interior since he’d first started bowling back in the 80s.
“Like a time warp,” Majima agreed, scoping out the racks of bowling balls they could choose from.
Kiryu picked up a yellow looking ball from the corner of his eye and chuckled. “Look, it matches you.”
Majima snorted at the sight of a bright-yellow snakeskin print bowling ball, resting it in the palm of his hand as he judged its heft before nodding. “It’ll do.”
“You’re so predictable,” Kiryu said, smiling as he went back to searching for his own.
“Oh, please,” Majima said, rolling his eye. “I already know you’re gonna choose that fuckin’ 17 pound green monster.”
He turned around when Kiryu didn’t respond before laughing. Kiryu was indeed holding that giant bowling ball with an almost sheepish look on his face like he’d gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“It works well,” Kiryu said, following a step behind Majima as they headed towards the lane they’d rented.
“You nearly pitched that thing instead of bowled it the last time we played together,” Majima said, sitting at the tiny swivel chair in front of the screen that would let him input their names before the game started.
“I really wanted to win,” Kiryu said, wrinkling his nose as Majima wrote ‘horse’ instead of Kiryu’s name. “Really?”
“C’mon, ya must get this joke all the time,” Majima said, grinning. “Plus, it’s accurate in other ways.”
He nudged Kiryu’s side as he groaned, but he was still smiling. It was almost domestic, even under the fluorescent lights and blindingly ugly murals across the walls of the dingy bowling alley. They were the only bowlers there--probably because of how early in the day they’d dropped by--so it also felt strangely intimate. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d been on a proper date since they’d started seeing each other. Kiryu was always trying to drag him out--always a romantic-- but Majima found himself making excuses half the time. He wasn’t afraid , but, well. Something about the way his whole chest warmed with happiness when Kiryu smiled at him, the way they slotted together perfectly, the way Kiryu’s hair looked in the morning when he woke up at his side-- all made him slightly wary.
“So you get to be ‘Gorogorogoro-chan’ and all I get is ‘horse’?” Kiryu asked, leaning over Majima’s shoulder as he surveyed the screen with their names on it.
“Yup,” Majima said, bouncing out of his chair and to the ball return machine, picking up his snakeskin-patterned ball and stepping towards the beginning of the lane.
“Should I go ask an employee if they can turn on the side bumpers?” Kiryu asked, leaning against the bright-turquoise table they’d claimed as their spot.
Majima shot a venomous glance behind him before concentrating on the pins in front of him. It had been a while since he’d treated the boys to a night of bowling and tagged along, but he was plenty confident he still had it. Even with no depth perception, he could still get a mean strike. He swung the ball down the lane and smirked as it curved home, striking the center pin with a loud clatter as every pin fell in its wake. He turned and smirked at Kiryu, giving an exaggerated bow at his victory.
“Giving a bow since that’ll be your only strike of the evening?” Kiryu teased, grabbing his own ball as Majima’s returned from the depths of the bowling alley.
“You wish,” Majima said, sitting atop the table Kiryu had been leaning against. He appreciated the view he was getting as Kiryu stood in front of the lane. Even through his clothes, Majima could tell he was muscular. His well-loved suit may have hidden the dragon adorning his back, but it couldn’t hide how much he worked on his body. Absently Majima thought how he should’ve given Kiryu’s ass a squeeze before they started playing, but watching it from afar was a nice consolation.
Kiryu’s form was immaculate as he bowled the ball down the lane, his leg pointing out behind him as it sped towards the pins. Majima shrieked with laughter and started clapping as the ball veered directly into the gutter at the last second. He’d tried to throw a perfect curve but had thrown it with too much speed, causing the ball to go into the gutter instead of perfectly hitting the front pin like Majima’s first throw.
“Gonna let me win to pay me back for our first match?” Majima cackled, grinning even wider as Kiryu rolled his eyes at him. He was no less confident as he squared his shoulders in preparation for his next throw, but Majima saw a tell-tale flush rise from his collar.
His next throw was much better, nearly knocking every pin down as the final wobbled precariously before settling and standing tall.
“Thought ya liked that ball,” Majima said, their shoulders brushing as Majima went to trade places.
“It’s been a while,” Kiryu said. “Don’t get cocky, Majima-san.”
“Is it cockiness if I’ve got the skill?” Majima asked as he stood in front of the lane. He bowled another perfect strike and grinned madly as Kiryu huffed and crossed his arms, a sentimental smile quietly on his lips.
While Majima ended up getting two turkeys in that game, it was much closer than the beginning would have suggested. Kiryu nearly bowled three turkeys, but on the last frame, the pins seemed to defy all logic, leaving three standing after a perfectly bowled ball struck them. Their score was separated by mere points, but Majima ended up being the victor.
“Told ya I threw that first game!” Majima said, grinning triumphantly as he pumped his fist in the air.
Kiryu rolled his eyes before pulling Majima close, his hands resting warmly on his hips. Majima’s celebratory mood immediately shifted into something more flustered. Kiryu wasn’t usually so touchy-feely in a public place like this, but he must’ve been feeling freer when the only other person in the building was a sleeping college student.
“Congratulations, Majima-san,” Kiryu said, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips.
“It ain’t like I won the lottery,” Majima mumbled, pulling away and brushing his blazer down, straightening the already unruffled fabric.
Kiryu chuckled and started walking toward the counter.
“We playin’ another game, Mr. Sore Loser?” Majima teased, jogging to catch up to him.
“I thought we could get lunch here,” Kiryu said, ringing the bell next to the sleeping cashier’s head.
“Wha-- oh, sorry,” the cashier wiped drool from the corner of her mouth. “Want another game?”
“Is your cook in?” Kiryu asked.
She blinked a few times before answering. “Uh, yeah, I guess. What would you like?”
Kiryu glanced back at Majima. “I don’t know about him, but I’m in the mood for a deluxe double cheeseburger.”
“Better watch how often ya eat shit like that,” Majima said. “Don’t wanna clog those arteries.”
Kiryu shrugged. “I haven’t eaten out in months. I’m trying to be a good example for Haruka.”
Majima laughed, delighted at the image of Kiryu--the guy who couldn't cook to save his life--surviving on his own home-cooked meals.
“I’ll have what he’s having,” Majima said. “And some Coke, too.”
They settled into the grungy teal booth as they waited for their meals, sitting across from each other. Kiryu’s face was slightly purple from the blacklights on this side of the alley. His suit was glowing, but it kind of fit him.
Majima rested his hands on the table, opening his mouth to complain about the interior design when Kiryu reached his own hand across and held Majima’s.
He knit his eyebrows together. “The fuck? What’s got you all touchy-feely?” Majima would never complain about something like that in reality, but it was making him feel giddy in a way that made him feel... Strange.
Kiryu shrugged. “Being away from you after everything that happened with Goda made me realize some things. I didn’t know how much I would miss your touch until you weren’t here anymore.”
“Tch,” Majima mumbled, not pulling away as Kiryu started gently rubbing his thumb. “Never held my hand in public before.”
“I would go get groceries and kept turning to mention something to you, but you were never there,” Kiryu said, glancing down in embarrassment. “I don’t want to waste any time pretending we don’t have something special.”
Majima was speechless, heat rising in his face. He’d been telling himself his feelings weren’t reciprocated--that they were just friends with benefits. He was more embarrassed by Kiryu’s confession than if Kiryu had told him there were no feelings involved on his side. He was saved from coming up with a sentimental (or, honestly, a coherent) reply as the cashier dropped by their enormous burgers.
“Damn, they import these things straight from America?” Majima asked in wonder, his eye widening at just how tall and wide the burgers in front of them were.
“God, I’ve missed these,” Kiryu said, digging in. A huge drip of grease fell from his burger onto the plate below, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Christ, they must have killed a cow each for these burgers,” Majima murmured as he took a bite. “Oh my god.”
“It’s good, right?” Kiryu asked, nodding at Majima’s full mouth.
“It’s like, so disgustingly good,” Majima said, quickly taking another bite. “These should be fuckin’ illegal! I’m gonna have enough grease to drink a whole glass by the time I’m done.”
They finished their burgers in silence, aside from the occasional sounds of delight at the taste, or Majima slurping his drink through his straw. When the last bite was gone, they both sat back in their chairs, utterly satisfied.
“Pretty sure that took five years off my lifespan,” Majima said.
“Worth it, though,” Kiryu said, Majima nodding in agreement. “Want another round?”
“Ugh, I don’t know if I can even walk after that,” Majima groaned.
Kiryu chuckled, standing and attempting to pull Majima out of his seat. “Come on, let’s walk it off while we go to a chocolate shop.”
Majima groaned again, going limp so Kiryu had to use more force to pull him up. He finally stood up properly, resting his head against Kiryu’s shoulder and whimpering pathetically, “Dunno if I’ll make it that far, Kiryu-chan. Ya gotta carry me.”
In a whirl of motion, Kiryu scooped Majima up and started walking towards the exit as Majima spluttered over his shoulder.
“Hey!”
“What?” Kiryu asked innocently. “You told me to carry you.”
“You big idiot, let me down,” Majima said, huffing as heat rose to his face. He knew Kiryu was strong, but when Kiryu reminded him so physically like that… it made it hard to focus.
Kiryu set him down gently, grinning at the death stare Majima was giving him. “I was just doing what you said, nii-san.”
“Once I’m not full of burger, you’re gettin’ yer ass kicked,” Majima said, twirling his sheathed tanto menacingly like he did when he was training Kiryu’s skills back in the day and trying to get him riled up.
“Anything you want, Majima-san,” Kiryu said, not even arguing.
Majima grinned smugly and nearly skipped out the door of the bowling alley.
Their walk around Kamurocho was enjoyable. Kiryu listened attentively as Majima explained where all the new little gangs were trying to set up, pointing out shady alleyways and grungy office buildings as they walked. He gave Majima advice as he complained about his workers, or simply listened when Majima got extra heated over a particularly annoying incident.
They were nearly to the chocolate place Kiryu was talking about and Majima was feeling much better, no longer stuffed with grease and beef.
“Ya know, the employee that bugs me the most out of everyone is Nishida,” Majima said casually, glancing sidelong to see Kiryu’s reaction.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“He keeps settin’ up these dates with this guy,” Majima said. “Always thinkin’ I need a good dickin’ to work properly.”
“I see,” Kiryu said, a fleeting look of hurt crossing his face.
Majima furrowed his brows--why would he react like that?
“He did put ya up to this, didn’t he?”
Kiryu shook his head. “I just asked why you hadn’t come to see me when you heard I was visiting. I tried to visit myself but he wouldn’t tell me where you were staying until today.”
Majima pursed his lips. “Huh.”
“Majima-san, why are you so convinced that I’d only treat you if Nishida told me to?” Kiryu stopped abruptly in the middle of the street, facing Majima with a serious expression as the crowd behind them grumbled as they had to part around them.
Majima opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say. “I… Well, I wasn’t sure how serious this was to ya.”
Kiryu looked sad for a moment before pulling him into a rib-crushing hug. “I’m so sorry I haven’t been more forward my feelings, Majima-san. I… Well, it can be difficult for me to express my emotions.”
“Kiryu-chan….”
“You mean the world to me, nii-san. I would’ve done this earlier if I’d known where your office was.”
Majima squirmed out of the hug--not that he didn’t enjoy being enclosed with Kiryu’s warm and sturdy frame--and darted his eye around, flustered at the scene they were making.
“C’mon, let’s get outta here,” Majima mumbled, tugging Kiryu’s arm in the direction they’d been traveling before.
Kiryu let himself be led, and eventually entwined their fingers together, making Majima huff and fight back the blush threatening to rise in his cheeks. Sure they’d had a few quick fucks in almost every alley in the damn city, but they’d never been seen like this .
God, and Kiryu was even smirking as they walked. Not a cruel one by any means, but satisfied in his successful efforts in flustering Majima. It tended to be the other way around in public, so Majima wasn’t used to it.
Instead of the chocolatier shop Majima had been expecting, Kiryu led him into an out-of-the-way convenience store.
“What, need some cigarettes? I’ve got an extra pack back at my place,” Majima said.
“No, this is the chocolate place,” Kiryu said, strolling confidently towards the back.
Majima was amused at Kiryu bringing him all this way for a cheap chocolate bar, but that was before they stopped in front of the large counter tucked in the back of the store. There was an elderly woman with glasses obscuring most of her face behind the counter. She was concentrating on piping frosting on a cupcake in front of her.
“Hi, oba-san,” Kiryu said warmly, leaning close so she could see him better.
“Kaz-kun!” She said, delighted. “It’s been too long since you stopped by. You didn’t find another woman, did you?”
Kiryu chuckled and shook his head. “No, you’re the only one for me, I promise. I tried a similar place where I’m living now and it didn’t even come close.”
“Ha, of course it didn’t,” she said smugly. “What can I get you today? The usual?”
“Actually, I was hoping you could give us a sweetheart cake,” Kiryu said.
“Oh?” She seemed confused before adjusting her glasses and squinting at Majima, after which she had a small smirk on her face. “I see. I’ll get you and this nice gentleman a sweetheart cake right away. On the house, too.”
“Thank you, oba-san,” Kiryu said.
Majima was suddenly very aware of how close Kiryu was standing to him, of his cologne. He swallowed heavily. “Sweetheart cake, huh? You get a lot of those?”
He was teasing again, but Kiryu replied as seriously as before. “No, this is the first one. I wanted to try one the first time I came here since it looked so good, but she told me I couldn’t get one unless I brought in someone good-looking enough to be my partner. She’s teased me about not dating anyone for years, but now I can finally try it.”
Majima wet his lips. “Huh.”
“I think she likes you,” Kiryu said, turning and smiling softly at him.
Majima grinned back. “Yeah, I have a way with old ladies. You shoulda seen all the oba-sans in Sotenbori who gave me candy every time they saw me.”
Kiryu chuckled and held his hand again, making his heart pound wildly against his ribcage. Just as he was sure his heart would break his ribs and pop out, the old lady returned from the back with a gorgeously detailed chocolate cake. It was small, but big enough to share comfortably with two people. There were intricate details across the entire thing--swoops of frosting accented with chocolate flowers and hearts.
She gave them both a warm smile. “Enjoy, you two.”
As Kiryu turned to leave, she gave Majima a big wink. “Especially you, sonny.”
Majima gave a sheepish smile her way and filed out of the convenience store behind Kiryu. He was holding the box the cake was in like it was some precious object.
“We gonna eat in a park or what?” Majima asked, observing how the streets were beginning to get busier.
“Why don’t we go home?”
Majima blinked, his chest tightening at the implication Kiryu was giving. “Yeah, let’s go.”
The cake sat forgotten on the kitchen table as they made out on the couch, both of them groping each other as their kiss turned more heated by the second.
Majima pulled away, breathing heavily. He could already feel wetness pooling in his boxers after Kiryu kept palming at him. “You gonna pay for the couch cleaning or can we go to my room?”
Kiryu chuckled, shucking his blazer off as he stood, hoisting Majima over his shoulder for the second time that day. Majima squealed in surprise, giggling as Kiryu carried him to the bedroom. He was kissing his exposed waist as he slowly walked, too distracted with Majima’s warm and inviting skin to pay attention to getting to his destination quickly.
“Gonna give me blue balls, man,” Majima said, beginning to squirm so he could drop from Kiryu’s shoulder.
“Sorry, you just smell good,” Kiryu murmured, planting a final kiss against Majima’s waist before quickly getting them to the bedroom.
They both finished stripping before smashing their mouths together, their teeth clacking together from their clumsy eagerness. Majima was breathing heavily as Kiryu groped his ass, feeling him up and rutting against his thighs.
“Let me eat you out,” Kiryu said, his eyes hungry and his voice thick with arousal.
“Hey, you don’t gotta ask me twice,” Majima said, falling back onto his bed and spreading his legs as Kiryu knelt next to the edge of the mattress.
He pulled Majima’s legs over his shoulders and got to work immediately, making Majima gasp from the sudden stimulation against his aching clit. He threw his head back as Kiryu swiped his hot tongue against his clit, his fingertips teasing his wet hole. He bit his bottom lip and groaned as Kiryu started sucking his swollen clit, not even slowly working his way up in intensity.
“Fuck,” Majima gasped out, unable to stop himself from grinding against Kiryu’s tongue as Kiryu started fingering him slowly. “Tryin’ to make me cum already?”
Kiryu didn’t even bother trying to answer, just stared up at Majima with his intense gaze, sending a throb of arousal through Majima’s bottom half. It almost seemed like Kiryu was getting off on this as much as Majima.
“Jesus Christ,” Majima breathed out. Kiryu was curling his fingers inside him--two deep already, much faster than usual. He was breathing heavily, his eye clenched tightly.
“Gonna make me cum already,” Majima said, expecting him to slow down and draw the situation out even longer like he usually did.
Instead, Kiryu’s gaze turned even darker with arousal and his tongue worked faster against his clit, swiping roughly against him as he continued fingering him.
Majima groaned, his whole body tightening, his back arching. He ground his clit against Kiryu’s mouth as he came, gasping open-mouthed as the overstimulation made him shiver. He collapsed against the bed, expecting Kiryu to stand up and start fucking him after his first orgasm, but Kiryu’s mouth didn’t stop working against him.
“Oh my god,” Majima groaned out, twitching and closing his eye tightly. He was gasping, sparks going up his spine as Kiryu licked long stripes from his hole to his clit. He pressed a third finger inside and Majima groaned even louder.
“Kiryu… Kiryu-chan, fuck,” Majima managed to moan out. He felt his muscles coiling up again, digging his fingers into the sheets below him. “Ah!”
He arched his back even higher than the first time, unable to even groan out an expletive as Kiryu made him cum again, his fingers curling expertly inside him as he worked him through his orgasm.
He collapsed against the sweaty bedsheets, whimpering and weakly grinding his hips against Kiryu’s tongue.
“Feels good,” Majima moaned. He was so fucking overstimulated, every minute movement of Kiryu’s tongue, every gentle suck driving him nearly crazy. Kiryu had gotten good at this.
Just as Majima felt he was getting electrocuted, Kiryu pulled his mouth away, staring adoringly up at Majima. He continued slowly finger fucking Majima as his other hand rubbed circles on his sweaty thigh.
“Sit on my face, Majima-san,” Kiryu said huskily, beginning to kiss and nibble at Majima’s feverish skin.
“Fuck, are ya tryin’ to kill me?” Majima breathed out. “Get up here.”
Kiryu eagerly laid on the bed next to Majima, his erection heavy and leaking precum profusely against his abdomen. Majima was confident he would be able to jerk Kiryu off as he was getting eaten out, but as soon as he lowered his hips onto Kiryu’s face, he was devoted to grinding his clit against Kiryu’s face, everything but chasing his own pleasure forgotten.
“Fuuuck, right there,” Majima moaned, his hips encasing Kiryu’s head. He ran his fingers through his own sweaty hair, staring hungrily at Kiryu’s hot body.
Kiryu was lapping at him like a dying man, so eager you’d think he’d never done this before.
It took longer for Majima to reach his next orgasm, but the third was usually like that. When it hit him, though, he was seeing white. Kiryu’s tongue was deep inside him as Majima managed to ground his swollen clit against his face. He shivered and moaned as he came, Kiryu’s hands tightening around his ass as he thrust against him. Majima glanced down at Kiryu’s cock, watching it visibly throb against his abs, a thick glob of precum dripping down. The visual drove Majima wild.
“Fuck, you’re gettin’ off on this just as much as me,” Majima said wondrously.
Kiryu hummed affirmatively, squeezing Majima’s ass again. It felt like he said something, but Majima couldn’t make the words out, so he just ground his clit against Kiryu’s mouth.
“Fuck, get back to work,” Majima said, moaning loudly as Kiryu began sucking his clit again. He was lucky enough to have gotten quite a lot of bottom growth from his dose of T, and gained some sensitivity out of the deal, too.
Kiryu made wet, sloppy sounds as he sucked on him, making Majima moan even louder.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot,” Majima said, groaning as Kiryu clumsily began to finger him--the angle was awkward, but he enjoyed feeling full again. “That’s right, fill me up.”
Kiryu started fingering him more eagerly, his hand working quickly as he thrust his fingers inside his wet hole.
Majima felt dizzy with arousal, his hips working madly as he thrust into Kiryu’s mouth. He couldn’t stop expletives and moans from pouring out of his mouth as Kiryu curled his fingers inside him just right. He hung his head and gasped, open-mouthed, unable to even swear as his next orgasm hit him. His thighs twitched continuously around Kiryu’s head and his mind went blank as a wave of pleasure washed over him.
He fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving. Kiryu chuckled, moving so they were laying next to each other. He stroked through Majima’s hair. Majima grinned at him, about to joke that he’d just have to give Kiryu a hand job, but then he saw how Kiryu’s chin was covered in slick, and how pleased he looked about it. His clit throbbed and he groaned, biting his lower lip again.
“Fuck me right now, Kiryu-chan, or I’ll kick your ass so fuckin’ hard you’ll be tastin’ leather for weeks,” Majima said.
Kiryu chuckled, standing up and moving away. Majima was about to pout and complain, but Kiryu was just digging through his sex toy drawer. He tossed a bottle of lube Majima’s way and rummaged deeper. Triumphantly, he turned and pulled Majima’s legs towards the end of the bed again, setting Majima’s favorite butt plug on the sheets beside his thighs.
“Christ, you tryin’ to fuck me to death?” Majima breathed out.
Kiryu hummed, kissing Majima’s sweaty inner thighs, biting gently before biting hard enough to leave a mark, making Majima hiss through his teeth and dig his fingers in Kiryu’s sweaty hair. Kiryu sucked at the mark he’d left, kissing the spot apologetically before flipping the cap on the lube and pouring a generous amount over his fingers.
Majima was already dripping from his hole to his ass, so Kiryu probably could have gotten away with no lube, but he was a stickler about that stuff.
“God, that’s the stuff,” Majima said, grinning as Kiryu gently circled his tight rim with his pointer finger. “We oughta do butt stuff more often.”
Instead of responding, Kiryu pressed his finger inside, letting it sink to the first knuckle as Majima gasped and clenched around him.
“Pretty,” Kiryu murmured, clumsily pouring lube over the buttplug with one hand and getting lube all over the sheets.
“Only you would say my asshole’s pretty, Kiryu-chan,” Majima said, trying to tease, but his voice came out more sentimental than intended.
“It’s the truth, nii-san,” Kiryu said, pushing his finger in farther and slowly opening him up.
As Kiryu started slowly finger fucking Majima’s ass, he began lazily swiping his tongue up from the bottom of his hole to his clit, keeping Majima relaxed as he worked his ass open.
“God, you’re the worst,” Majima moaned, grinding his hips down on Kiryu’s finger, desperate for more than just one inside him. “Stop teasin’!”
Kiryu hummed, and Majima reached his own hand to his ass and tried pressing one of his own fingers inside, but Kiryu gently pushed his hand aside and finally obliged him. Majima groaned, so glad that Kiryu was getting more serious. Though he was finger fucking him in earnest now, he was still taking his sweet time, lazily sucking Majima’s clit as his fingers stretched his ass open.
“Kiryu-chan, c’mon,” Majima whined, tugging Kiryu’s head closer as he tried to convince him to stretch him wider.
“You’re too hot like this, Majima-san,” Kiryu said thickly, but he pulled his fingers out and pressed the lubed plug against his winking hole all the same.
He took the entire length of Majima’s clit into his mouth and sucked eagerly as he slowly, slowly sunk the buttplug inside him.
“Goddd,” Majima moaned, focusing on relaxing as his softened hole was filled up. “Fuck me already, man. I’m losin’ it here.”
Without warning, Kiryu stood and pulled Majima into his arms, passionately kissing him, their tongues entwining as Kiryu touched every part of Majima’s body he could reach. Majima’s lower half was throbbing; he needed to get fucked now .
Kiryu finally sat on the bed and gestured for Majima to join him. Majima laughed quietly.
“Never done it this way before,” he said, maneuvering himself so his thighs were on either side of Kiryu’s, his legs spread as he rubbed his wet slit against Kiryu’s throbbing cock.
“I want to hold you and look at your face, nii-san,” Kiryu said warmly, tugging Majima’s eyepatch off.
That flustered Majima, a deep blush covering his cheeks. “Fuck, ya can’t just be all romantic like that.”
“But I want to be, nii-san. I love looking at you. All of you.”
“God, you’re the worst,” Majima mumbled, grabbing Kiryu’s weeping cock and lining it up with his dripping-wet hole.
He bit his lip as he started lowering his hips--though Kiryu had been using three of his thick fingers to stretch him open earlier, it would still be quite a size difference. They groaned in unison as Kiryu’s head entered his wet heat. Majima’s inner walls were being stretched the way he liked--just shy of painful. His eye was closed, his brows furrowed as he slowly sunk onto Kiryu’s neverending cock.
“Big, so fuckin’ big,” Majima babbled, his arms wrapped around Kiryu’s neck for support. Kiryu’s big, strong hands were loosely holding his ass, giving him that extra bit of support as he speared himself on Kiryu’s thick cock. His hips started stuttering as Kiryu’s fingers slowly circled the rim of the buttplug. He groaned at Kiryu teasing him, but that just made Kiryu do it more.
After an eternity, Majima finally had the whole thing inside him. He ground his hips weakly, panting as he let himself adjust.
“Been too long,” he groaned, his walls spasming at such a huge intrusion.
Kiryu grunted, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A bead of sweat dripped from the side of his face, making Majima grin.
“What, gonna cum already?” Majima teased.
“Not yet, nii-san,” Kiryu said, his voice strained. “Need to make you cum again first.”
Majima laughed, bringing his hips up before slamming back down, enjoying the almost pained look on Kiryu’s face. The guy was painfully close, it was so obvious. It made Majima hungry to be filled.
“I won’t mind if ya cum already,” Majima purred, slowly fucking himself on Kiryu’s cock, whispering hotly into Kiryu’s ear. That always drove him wild.
Kiryu groaned, his fingers digging into Majima’s ass as he held on. “Sorry, nii-san. I’ll have to disappoint you on that front.”
Majima chuckled, about to argue, but his words were stolen as Kiryu started pistoning his hips up into him.
He gasped as Kiryu started fucking him, his head buried in the sweaty junction of Majima’s neck as he grunted and fucked up into him.
It felt so fucking good, he wanted to live in this moment forever. They were close enough that Majima’s clit was rubbing against Kiryu’s abs as he got fucked, his ass slapping against Kiryu’s thighs as his cock made obscenely wet noises inside his hole.
“Fuuck, keep goin’,” Majima groaned, tilting his head so Kiryu had better access to lap at the sweat on his neck.
“God, you’re so tight Majima-san,” Kiryu grunted, his thrusts getting deeper as he spoke. “Feel so good.”
“I’m fuckin’ stuffed with yer cock, Kiryu-chan,” Majima breathed out, almost stuttering at how fast Kiryu was fucking him.
Kiryu pulled a hand from Majima’s ass and began rubbing at Majima’s clit, making him gasp at the sudden extra stimulation. The way he’d been rubbing against Kiryu’s abs had been nice, but not enough to get him to cum. This, though, was quickly bringing him closer to the edge as Kiryu fucked up into him.
“Oh my god,” Majima gasped, tightening around Kiryu’s cock and making him groan as he started spasming with his orgasm.
Kiryu continued fucking him, harder and faster than before. Majima gasped as he was fucked through his orgasm, a strange pressure building in his lower abdomen.
“Gonna… There’s… I’m gonna--” He was babbling now, unsure of what he was even saying, but all he knew was that this orgasm was a big one.
He tightened even harder than before, feeling like he was cumming again before his orgasm was even harder. He groaned loudly as he realized he was squirting, covering them both as Kiryu began fucking him even more eagerly.
“Nii-san…” Kiryu said reverently as Majima’s hole finally stopped twitching from his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Majima said, burying his head in Kiryu’s neck this time. “Fuck, Kiryu-chan. I… I didn’t know I could even do that. Fuck.”
“Do you need a break?” Kiryu asked, slowing his hips to a halt.
Majima shook his head and ground his hips. “Want your thick cum in me. Fill me up good, Kiryu-chan.”
Kiryu chuckled breathlessly and began fucking him again. Majima was so sensitive he couldn’t stop gasping and clenching his fists into Kiryu’s biceps.
“T-too much,” Majima groaned out. “K-keep going.”
Kiryu’s movements started getting jerkier, but he was obviously waiting for Majima to cum again before he let go. It didn’t take long this time, Majima was twitching and gasping from how good he was feeling and he came again, whining weakly as Kiryu rubbed his clit earnestly and pulled the buttplug in and out of his ass, making him squirt again, albeit less aggressively this time.
Kiryu groaned deeply as he felt Majima cum all over him again, biting a hickey on Majima’s throat as he buried his cock as deep as he could inside Majima’s tight, wet hole. He came with a low grunt, his cock pulsing inside him.
Majima sighed pleasantly as he was filled, his thoughts fuzzy as his own aftershocks wore off. He was the first to peel himself away from Kiryu, grinning softly at Kiryu’s blissful face.
“Majima-san…”
Majima was feeling sentimental as he began kissing Kiryu’s face as his cock softened inside him. Without even thinking, the words slipped from his mouth.
“I love you, Kaz.”
Time froze for a moment as he stiffened up, embarrassed that he was the first to say it.
He opened his mouth and pulled back to take it back or something--anything to make it so things wouldn’t be awkward between them--but Kiryu was tearing up.
“I… I’m so glad you feel the same way. Goro, I love you, too.”
Majima was still embarrassed, but happiness made him feel warm and fuzzy from head to toe. Now that he’d said it, it seemed silly to be so quiet about his feelings this whole time. They kissed softly, almost chastely even as Kiryu was still inside Majima.
As Majima stood up to go take a shower, he groaned. His thighs were sore, his clit was sore, and both his holes were sore.
“Mind being carried again?” Kiryu asked, touching the small of his back as he stood up.
Majima smiled and kissed his cheek. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
Majima was lounging in the bath after Kiryu had gently washed him all over. He’d meticulously washed every inch of his body, careful to clean out the lube from his ass and getting the leaking cum cleaned out, too. Majima had protested at first, but Kiryu insisted he let himself be treated. After Kiryu had washed and rinsed Majima’s hair (how’d he remember the exact hair routine Majima had mentioned only once?), he drew him a bath and helped him in as he went to shower himself more thoroughly, too concentrated on Majima to wash his own body.
“You look comfy,” Kiryu said, smiling softly as he exited the shower and rubbed a towel at his hair.
“Get in,” Majima said, pointing to the space in front of him.
Kiryu obliged, letting Majima wrap his arms around his waist and rest his head on his shoulder.
“I dunno if I’ll be able to walk right this week,” Majima mused. “I think all my muscles are just gonna give out in protest. Ya can’t just dick a guy down like that after he hasn’t had any action in months.”
Kiryu chuckled, relaxing against Majima’s sturdy chest, glancing coyly back at him. “Why don’t you let me massage you, then?”
Majima laughed. “Tryin’ to fuck me again, huh?”
“I just want to make you nice and relaxed, nii-san,” Kiryu said, and Majima could tell it was the truth.
Majima hummed and groped at Kiryu’s pecs thoughtfully. “Yeah, I’ll take that offer.”
Majima’s bed was too messy from their session, so Kiryu had pulled out the extra futon stuffed in the back of his closet and laid him down there. Majima was moaning again, but this time it was from his soreness being released from his muscles. It was nostalgic, if he was being honest with himself--which he wasn’t usually, so he ignored that fleeting thought as he focused on Kiryu’s calloused hands working his tense shoulder blades.
“We should get our ink touched up together,” Kiryu said softly, tracing his fingers across the horns of the screaming hannya on his back.
Majima snorted but grinned into the crook of his elbow. “I’ll call Nishida and get him to schedule it.”
The massage oil was pleasantly cool against his skin as the heat of Kiryu’s body clashed with the coolness of his bedroom.
“When’d you get so good at this?” Majima asked after Kiryu managed to work out a particularly painful knot in his back.
Kiryu hummed and didn’t answer, shifting his hips as he scooted his body farther down Majima’s prone figure. Majima’s heart skipped a beat as he felt something press against his ass.
He glanced back and saw that even with Kiryu’s concentrated face, Kiryu was half-hard as he worked. The sight made him grin, feeling very wanted.
“I’m that sexy to ya, huh?” Majima teased, wiggling his hips gently.
“Sorry,” Kiryu said, truly sounding remorseful. “I love touching you, nii-san.”
Majima laughed and tried to get up so he could do something about Kiryu’s erection, but Kiryu firmly pressed his hand against Majima’s back as he started massaging his thighs.
“It’s about you,” Kiryu said, almost sternly.
“You’re a dork,” Majima said.
“Maybe.”
Majima sighed deeply as Kiryu’s hands worked on his thighs, then his calves, and finally massaged his feet. Kiryu then sat back on his heels, proud of the work he’d done. Majima was feeling loose and relaxed as he sat up, rolling his shoulders without any pain or stiffness for the first time in months.
“We should have the cake now,” Kiryu said eagerly, pulling Majima off the ground.
“Cake?” Majima had totally forgotten that they’d left that special chocolate cake untouched. He let himself be guided into the kitchen, grinning at Kiryu’s goofy eagerness.
Kiryu sliced the cake in half before setting both plates on the coffee table in front of the couch. They sat next to each other, their naked thighs touching.
Kiryu turned to tell Majima something, but Majima interrupted him with a long, slow kiss. He reached his hand to Kiryu’s half-hard cock and stroked him lazily, grinning when Kiryu sighed in pleasure against his lips. It wasn’t long before Kiryu was making little sounds of pleasure against Majima’s mouth, gasping as Majima stroked his foreskin down and rubbed his thumb against his frenulum.
He sucked wetly on Kiryu’s tongue as he started rubbing Kiryu’s sensitive, swollen head with his palm, grinning when Kiryu moaned and grabbed Majima’s ass, pulling him closer. As he was even closer, he started rubbing Majima’s clit. Both of them were moaning into each other's mouths. They pulled away briefly, eyeing each other hungrily as they took deep breaths. Majima started jerking him off in earnest, grinning when he closed his eyes and furrowed his brows, his cock throbbing against his palm--he was already so close.
It felt like sparks of electricity were running up and down Majima’s spine, his thighs twitching as, even now, he felt overstimulated from everything that had happened that evening. Without warning, he started cumming with a low groan, clenching around nothing as Kiryu slowed the fingers rubbing circles around his clit. Kiryu didn’t last much longer, wetly spilling cum onto Majima’s hand. Majima stroked him through it, kissing him again and sighing as he pulled away.
“I’m gonna expect this every day from now on, you know,” Majima teased, licking the cum from his hand as Kiryu watched, enthralled.
“Anything you want, Majima-san.”
“Oh?” Majima chuckled, swiveling his body and grabbing the cake from the table in front of him. “Gonna make me breakfast in the morning, too?”
“Absolutely,” Kiryu said, joining Majima and taking a big bite from the cake, shutting his eyes and sighing at the taste.
Majima was too flustered to reply at the domesticity of Kiryu making breakfast for him like they were some kind of married couple, so he bit into the cake, too. Chocolate flavor flooded his tongue, making his eye widen.
“What the fuck, this is so good!”
“Yeah,” Kiryu said, looking at Majima with a soft expression. “It is.”