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“M-Majima.” Majima pushed a knee between Kiryu’s legs to pin him against a wall, leathered hands on either side of his face. Kiryu gripped at his snakeskin jacket helplessly, avoiding the eye that stared him down. A warm blush spread across his high cheekbones.
“Kiryu…” Majima said his name gruffly. “Don’t tell me ya enjoy this?”
The knee was pushed further, meeting a hardness that kicked all breath from Majima’s chest.
“I don’t.”
“Ya do.”
“Please don’t patronize me, Majima-san. This is embarrassing enough.” Majima grabbed Kiryu’s chin and whipped his face forward, their eyes locking.
“Patronize you, eh? I’m just having a little fun.” He pushed his knee further again and felt that same hardness. Kiryu arched as he tugged at Majima’s jacket, moans spilling from his wet lips. They were high and breathy, something more akin to a whimper. Yet, they were beautiful to Majima all the same. So it prompted him to do the same motion again and again, getting the same result until he grew impatient—he needed more. He instead traced the outline of Kiryu’s cock with his gloved hands, allowing Kiryu to fully arch and whine.
“Shh, baby. We’re in an alleyway, okay? Don’t want no one to hear ya.”
“S-sorry.” Majima only chuckled at Kiryu’s soft and pathetic voice as he palmed him. Kiryu gripped at his skin and jacket and whatever could ground him—the sensations were too much. He needed to be sat down and properly fucked. And yes, Majima knew this, but there was something so utterly captivating about the way Kiryu did his very best to stand upright. He did his best to still keep his head above Majima’s. His composure was slowly unwinding.
After a few more moments of palming him, Majima decided it best he fuck him, and his first time in an alleyway just didn’t seem morally right. So Majima drug Kiryu through the cool evening of Kamurocho and into his apartment, tossing him to the floor despite the size difference.
“Majima!”
“Before we get started, we gotta set some boundaries, okay?” As much as Majima wanted to tear Kiryu apart and eat him alive, he knew this conversation was necessary. This was Kiryu’s first time with a man—they had established this one sweltering summer’s day after drinking far too many glasses of whiskey—so it needed to work. It needed to be special .
“Y-yeah.”
“Anything ya don’t like? Sexually, I mean.”
“Not that I’m aware of, no.”
“Okay, cool.” Majima clapped his palms together. “As long as ya don’t pull my hair, I’m good, okay? My safe word is baseball. That okay?”
“Works for me.”
“Good boy.” Majima squatted down and stroked Kiryu’s blushing face. “That okay?”
“What?”
“Me calling you pet names and whatnot.”
“Y-yeah, it’s good.”
“That’s my good boy, using his words.” Majima smirked as the flush on Kiryu’s face got darker and more prominent. He was practically a deep red.
“You’re gonna kill me, Majima.”
“Maybe.” They stayed like that for a moment, Kiryu beneath Majima’s legs, Majima’s hand outstretched to touch the skin he longed for since he had come in contact with it.
“What is it?” Kiryu asked after a moment.
“Nothin’. I just think yer real pretty.” Majima removed his gloves and pulled Kiryu in for a steaming kiss, fireworks setting off beneath their skin. Majima’s tongue delved in, curling around Kiryu’s own, their teeth clashing in a display of hunger and want. It didn’t matter anymore, the soft stuff. This was pure need now.
Majima dropped his snakeskin jacket and kicked off his shoes before undoing his leather pants until he stood in just his boxers. Kiryu did the same very quickly, hardly breaking apart from the kiss. They were entangled as Majima straddled Kiryu, running his hands along the dragon on Kiryu’s back. He nibbled at Kiryu’s jaw before licking a stripe up his neck. His teeth suddenly sunk into the taut skin and Kiryu arched, crying out loudly.
“Such pretty noises for a pretty boy, yeah?”
“M-Majima, please.”
“Use yer words, baby.”
“Please…please fuck me.”
“That’s it, baby.” Majima lathered on the praise, once again biting Kiryu’s neck. He sucked on the wound to create a pretty purple flower he could admire later on.
Kiryu continued to whimper, becoming a puddle in Majima’s bare hands. Those bare hands wandered with purpose, hitting all the spots Majima used to only dream of touching.
First came his taut stomach, fingers gliding down the rippling muscles that shone with sweat. Then came the sides where his tattoo dared to peek from. Finally came his pecs, supple and large. Majima leaned down and placed his mouth there, licking Kiryu’s right nipple. Kiryu arched into Majima, their erections rubbing against each other. Majima delighted in the reaction he was awarded, so he tried his hand again, licking the left nipple. He was once again given a beautiful arch and a moan so delicate it made goosebumps pepper his skin.
Kiryu was a work of art, Majima had decided long ago, and now as he sat beneath him, the notion was tweaked a little. Kiryu wasn’t just a work of art--he was art itself. He inspired the pieces everyone admired for centuries with his muscular and toned body that tightened when he stretched. It was divine in a way that meant Majima was close to Heaven--being with Kiryu was Heaven.
“Majima?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Everything okay? You kinda zoned out there for a second.”
“Sorry. I was just admiring you.” At these words, Kiryu blushed a deeper red. Majima cupped that red face and smiled, placing a kiss on his lips. The kiss wasn’t as hungry as the first, this one more longing. It was the kind that said I need you . Yet, it was enough to throw Majima into high gear as he shoved a hand into Kiryu’s boxers and began jacking him off. It ignited every fiber of his being, electricity wrapping around his spine and cock.
“I’m going to eat you alive, Kiryu.” Majima’s words came out in a harsh whisper, rushed. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”
“Devour me, Majima.” That was all the invitation Majima needed, guiding Kiryu to his bed and stripping him of his boxers. Majima’s own came next before his mouth was on Kiryu’s erection. He was thick and long, a slight curve to him that allowed him to fit into Majima’s mouth perfectly. Majima sucked him off, tongue stroking the sides and dipping into the slit. Kiryu moaned breathlessly and grabbed at the bedsheets with white knuckles.
This was divine. This was Heaven just as much as admiring him was, Majima silently observed. He glanced upwards and saw Kiryu’s brows drawn in, sweat leaving a sheen on his forehead. Those doe eyes were closed, nose slightly scrunched up in pleasure. For this pretty picture, Majima awarded him, bobbing up and down quickly as he fondled his balls. He cupped them in his hands and rolled them around, eliciting a sweet high-pitched whimper from Kiryu. It filled Majima’s ears and chest.
“Please. More.” Kiryu begged, and Majima was eager to please him, so he reached into the bedside table and grabbed a bottle of warming lube. He drizzled some on his fingers and plunged them into Kiryu. Kiryu immediately seized up, going silent.
“Baby, are ya okay? Talk to me.”
“Feels s-so good. Fuck me. Please.” Kiryu resumed his panting and soft moans as Majima sucked him while fingering his pink hole. Hot streaks of pleasure shot through Kiryu at the sensations. Lust rolled in his groin as he continued to grip the bedsheets with fervor.
Majima continued his reign, licking stripes along Kiryu’s cock and wrapping his tongue around the thick, pink head. His fingers worked inside of Kiryu, stretching and filling him to the brim. He started out with one and after he became used to it, two. Decadent moans poured from the pretty boy’s mouth.
“Make it hurt, Majima, please.” Unexpected words from a soft one such as he, but Majima obliged anyway, stretching Kiryu out with three fingers.
“Yer doing so well, baby. What a good boy you’re being.” He continued fucking him, in and out, quickly as he could. “Think you’re ready to take me?”
“Y-yes, please.”
Goosebumps peppered Majima’s skin as he drizzled lube onto his own cock and massaged it in. Warmth spread through him, his every fiber becoming increasingly sensitive.
“Are you sure you’re ready, pretty boy?”
“I’m positive.” And with that, Majima pushed in slowly. Kiryu squirmed, obviously uncomfortable, but he reassured Majima with a touch to his arm. “I-I’m okay. I want it to hurt.”
Majima only nodded and pushed in further until he was completely in. He paused before fucking Kiryu in deep, slow strokes.
“That’s it. Take my cock like a good boy.” Majima’s words were rushed once again, coming as if he had no breath left in him.
Majima picked up his pace, fucking Kiryu with more intensity, allowing it to hurt as he had requested. Kiryu only whimpered in response, clenching around the thick cock in his ass. He was a furnace, burning Majima up from his toes to his teeth. But he refused to relinquish in that heat, driving further into Kiryu. He curved his hips upward a tad and hit his prostate. Kiryu arched, nails digging into Majima’s arms.
“F-fuck, Majima. Feels so good. Can feel it in my guts.” Kiryu’s words were choppy and breathy as he rolled his hips to meet Majima’s thrusts.
“Fuck yourself on my cock, pretty boy. Show me how bad you need it.” So they met each other at a brutal pace, skin slapping skin, orgasms building quickly. It started hot in their groins and washed over them. “C’mon, baby. Talk to me. Ya want me to pump ya full of come?”
“P-please. God, yes. Please, Majima.” Majima continued thrusting, forcing his nails into Kiryu’s hips so they bled. Warmth flowed over his fingers as his pace increased, something akin to animalism at this point. Their motions were full of desperation; they needed to come despite the fact they had just started.
“Listen to my pretty boy beg. He’s so desperate for my dick, huh?” Majima fucked deeper, more rougher, and flashed his teeth. “Beg a little more, baby.”
“Please-- ahh --make it hurt more, Majima. Mark me up. Please. Please. Please--” Kiryu was met with the most forceful thrust yet, causing him to choke on his own words. It was rough and stretched him out to the point of pain, but he welcomed it warmly, eyes rolling in the back of his head.
“Good boy.” Majima grinned. “Love hearing ‘im beg for my cock. He needs me, right?”
“Y-yes. I need you, Majima.” He smoothed a hand over Kiryu’s pecs, admiring the chest that gleamed with sweat.
“You belong to me now, understand?” Majima continued that forceful thrust, Kiryu crying out with a mix of pain and pleasure in his voice. “When I pump this pretty ass full of come, you belong to me.”
Kiryu nodded furiously and wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping himself. He started off slow then increased his pace, thumb rubbing over his head. He hooked his finger in his slit and arched. He used his other hand to wrap around the base of his cock, squeezing it. The pressure made his eyes shut in pleasure. Majima enjoyed the show as his orgasm bit at his heels.
“God, I’m gonna come soon. Your pretty ass is so tight and warm for me, baby. It drives me mad.” Majima gave Kiryu’s ass a light smack and leaned down to sink his teeth into his neck. The motion was quick, but it was enough to draw blood, Kiryu’s body shivering with anticipation. “You wanna come for me, huh, baby? Wanna show me how badly you love my cock?”
“Y-yes, Majima. I’ll come for you. I’ll be a good boy.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” He grinned again and fucked into Kiryu ruthlessly as Kiryu pumped himself quickly. Between the pressure in his ass and the hand around his cock, it wasn’t long before Kiryu came, shooting white ropes across his hands and chest. Majima followed suit, powering out a few more forceful thrusts before bottoming out, emptying himself in Kiryu’s hole. “What a good boy.”
Kiryu fell to his back as Majima fell on top of him, still inside of him. Majima stroked Kiryu’s tousled hair quietly. They laid in that position for minutes that ticked away like hours, silence stretching until Kiryu spoke up.
“Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“About me belonging to you. Do I belong to you now?”
“Do ya want to?”
Quietly, Kiryu said, “Y-yeah.”
“It’s settled. You belong to me now, Kiryu Kazuma.”