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Majima knew that going into hiding was going to be risky, but nothing prepared him for how absolutely fucking boring it is. Some time throughout the last couple of months, the fun of bothering Daigo wore off, and there’s only so much attention that Saejima can give him before he’s got the itch again. Besides, Saejima would much rather lounge around and read than do anything; something he says he picked up in all his years in prison, that it nipped boredom right in the bud.
And that’s exactly what Saejima is doing right now: half-sitting, half-lying down with his reading glasses on while scanning through the pages of a book; Majima is convinced that the world could end around them right now, and Saejima would be none the wiser.
Majima hovers beside him, trying to gauge just exactly how much is left of the book. “C’mon, ya been readin’ all day.”
“It’s gettin’ good,” Saejima says, not breaking eye contact with the page, “Y’know, wouldn’t kill ya to read a few books yerself; s’good for old age, keeps the brain healthy.”
Majima scoffs, “Only a year older than y’are.”
Saejima falls silent in the way that he does when he’s finished with a conversation and flips the page. After a moment, however, he looks towards Majima and sighs. “C’mere.”
In a pathetic instant, Majima plops down against Saejima’s lap. “Thought yer book was gettin’ good.”
“It is,” Saejima’s breath hitches when Majima begins to roll his against him, “But I got an impatient kyodai lookin’ at me like a beggin’ dog.”
“Cute,” Majima says, always fond of the dog references only when they’re coming from Saejima, “Ya can’t tell me yer book’s any better than what I’m gonna give ya.”
“Ya don’t think we’ve put the boss through enough?” Saejima asks, though his hands betray his words by setting the book down somewhere and resting his palms against Majima’s hips. And, it is true that Daigo has probably heard much more than he’s ever wanted to in the last few months considering he’s been staying in the adjacent room to them.
Majima chuckles, “Shoulda thought ‘bout that ‘fore he agreed to shack up with us.”
“Not sure he had much of a choice,” Saejima grins, guiding Majima’s movements while he continues to grind against him. And he’s starting to wonder when he got so easy that all Majima has to do is flash him a puppy dog eye and he’s eating out of the palm of his hand.
“C’monnn~” Majima whines, rolling his hips forward in a particularly needy thrust, “I’m bored outta my mind here.”
“Yer always bored… ‘n horny,” Saejima chuckles, though it’s not like he isn’t, either; he’s just much better at hiding it than Majima is. He’s always been much more patient than Majima, even when they were younger, which comes as a surprise to no one. But, he can’t deny that, really, there isn’t much else to do while they’re holed up than to fuck each other’s brains out to pass the time. Beats prison in that regard, for sure, he thinks.
Majima frowns, “Don’t pretend ya ain’t gettin’ hard right now.”
Saejima lifts his hands from Majima’s hips, taking them instead to rest behind his own head. “Then why don’t ya get to work on keepin’ yerself entertained.”
Majima’s nostrils flare in excitement, and in an instant he’s out of Saejima’s lap and tugging at the hem of his trousers and briefs. He yanks them down as far as he can get them until Saejima has to lift his hips to help.
He makes his way down, then, breathing in the scent of Saejima while he presses his nose between his balls and thigh. Once satisfied, he licks a long stripe up the length of Saejima’s cock, toying with the head around his tongue like he’s trying to get a taste and can’t get enough of it. He’s always been pretty good at putting on a show.
He glances up toward Saejima, whose breathing has increased tenfold in the last thirty seconds. Majima grins, then speeds up his movements, holding eye contact while he runs his tongue over the vein along Saejima’s cock.
“Fuck,” Saejima pants, breath coming out harshly through his nostrils when Majima begins quickly sliding him in-and-out of his mouth. He’s always been far too good at this.
Majima takes him in his mouth fully, feeling his lips stretch around the length. And he’s always loved the look on Saejima’s face when he does this, the little ‘o’ shape his mouth makes while he pretends he’s got more control over the situation than he actually does.
“O-oh,” Saejima groans out, letting his fingers caress against the shaved hairs at the back of Majima’s head, nearly petting him. “Just like that, baby.”
Majima whimpers around him, always one for praise when it’s coming from Saejima, and takes him slightly further in his mouth. He can feel his heart crashing against his ribcage, like if it flutters anymore it’s going to explode. What a way to die, he thinks, with Saejima’s cock in his mouth and drool dripping down his chin.
He must really be a sight, because Saejima is glancing down at him through the obvious haze clouding his brain with a soft look on his face that’s nearly melting with love. He strokes Majima’s temple, brushing back a loose strand of hair that’s come out of place from behind his eyepatch. “Don’t rush.”
Majima isn’t quite sure how he’s supposed to do that when Saejima is looking at him like that — like he’s so in love that he’s sick with it — because it only makes him want to take his cock even further down his throat. And his eye is stinging, tears pricking at the corner while he fights against the urge to pull off and get a proper breath.
“Mhmm,” Saejima moans, trying his best to keep his movements to a minimum in a considerate effort not to completely fuck Majima’s face while he’s already turning a bit red around his cock, “Doin’ so good, baby.”
Majima whines, and he pops off, sucking in a harsh gasp of air. He takes to rubbing Saejima’s cock with his palm while he steadies his breathing and glances toward him with a frown. “Stop givin’ me lovey-dovey eyes while yer cock’s down my throat, fuckin’ throws me off.”
Saejima chuckles, stroking Majima’s cheek, “Can’t help how pretty ya look while yer doin’ it.”
Majima feels the words shoot straight into his stomach, “That’s what I mean!!”
“My cock’s not down yer throat, so it’s fair game,” Saejima grins, reaching out again to stroke the back of Majima’s head, “Ya gonna keep complainin’ or get back to it?”
Majima scoffs, “So much for bein’ a gentleman.”
“Yer the one that’s bored, I could always go back to my book,” Saejima chuckles, but it’s quickly cut short when Majima slides him right back into his mouth, tongue teasing around the head of his cock while he licks the slit. “Oh fuck.”
Majima bobs his head forward until the tip of Saejima’s cock hits against the back of his throat again, and he holds his pace for who knows how long while digging his fingernails into Saejima’s thighs. It feels like a lifetime passes until he feels Saejima begin to tense up, and he glances up at him to take in the sight of Saejima with his mouth slightly agape, breath coming out of him in ragged bursts.
“I’m gonna—” Saejima starts, cutting himself off to groan, “Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum.”
Majima grips onto his thighs harder, preparing himself for the facefucking that he’s about to get. And sure enough, it doesn’t take long for Saejima to spill into his mouth, loosely gripping on to the back of Majima’s hair while he shudders.
Once he’s finished riding it out, Majima pops off, then opens his mouth to show Saejima the mess made against his tongue, which earns him a smile while Saejima ruffles his hair. “Yer cute.”
Majima rolls his eye, then swallows. “Shuddup.”
Saejima leans back, resuming the position he had been reclining in earlier, his chest heaving up-and-down while Majima wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. Saejima glances over toward him, “Ya still bored?”
“Eh, not so much anymore,” Majima says, taking a moment to readjust his eyepatch from where Saejima nearly pulled the string loose while gripping his hair — wouldn’t be the first time.
Saejima clicks his tongue, “Damn, that’s a shame ‘cuz here I was thinkin’ I was ‘bout to get ya off.”
Majima’s eye widens, and he stands up to shed himself of his leather pants in what feels like mere seconds. “Well, ya did say I’m always bored ‘n horny!!”