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“The moon is beautiful tonight.”
Yagami murmurs, letting the last evening breeze graze over his bare shoulders before he pulls the windows shut with both hands, giving them one firm tug to make sure everything is locked in place. He looks up mournfully at the moon again, now from behind the glass; its serene, silvery shine is no less, but the magic has been cut off, and trapped inside the concrete cage that is his office the stagnated air quickly thickens, the unmistakable, sickening sweet smell flooding his head, stirring his blood.
He turns around to see Kaito, a tall shadow nonchalantly propped against the wall at far end of the room, the red dot of burning cigarette dances up to meet his lips. Slowly he blows out a puff of smoke, his gaze catching Yagami’s with a lopsided smirk. “Was that a love confession I just heard, Ta-bo?” Kaito’s eyes narrow playfully, their golden shine flickering in the darkness.
Yagami’s eyes widen, surprised that Kaito caught the reference. The moonlight must be lighting his expression pretty well because Kaito chuckles, “that much I know, asshole. Saw it on TV a couple of times.”
Right, although it comes from classical literature the expression is not that uncommon. Yagami sighs heavily. He loves Kaito, but that’s not the question here tonight. “Let’s say that I did just confess to you, Kaito-san,” his voice drops to a sweet, low whisper, “could you please just bend over and let me fuck you?”
“HA,” Kaito barks out a sharp laugh, “nice try buddy, but ain’t gonna happen,” he takes another deep inhale of his cigarette, the red dot burning almost right between his fingers. He squeezes it out and tosses the butt. “You’ve had your fun for what, three months in a row? It’s gotta be my turn now.”
“Why take turns,” Yagami retorts quickly, “if things work just fine? I’m good at…topping,” he pouts as he strides across the room to stop right in front of Kaito, making sure to put just enough doubts in those big eyes so that the older man doesn’t bullshit his response, “and I make you feel good. Right?”
Kaito can’t help but wheeze at what is (in many ways) the textbook example of “puppy eyes” that the younger werewolf is putting on. Yagami’s ears are poking out of his curly hairs too, and it’s taking some serious reserve to not rub his cute fluffy head.
But reserve Kaito has, and he laughs, “you do, but you know what feels better?” with those words the left corner of his mouth shoots up into the telltale shit-eating grin, and Yagami rolls his eyes bracing himself for what’s to come, which only makes Kaito grin wider, flashing his perfect teeth with a childish joy that can make the dirtiest words sound cute, “slamming my fat cock into your tight little cunt.”
Kaito tilts his chin up triumphantly; Yagami shakes his head. “Wow,” he replies calmly, “you kiss me with that mouth?”
“Yep” was all Kaito said before he grabs the back of Yagami’s neck and proves him right with action.
The kiss is tender, sweet even, Kaito smiling against Yagami’s lips, playfully licking his teeth. Slowly Yagami’s hands come to rest on both sides of Kaito’s waist, gently pinning him against the wall, tilting his head to get a better angle and deepening the kiss.
Kaito grunts, squirming in the tight space between Yagami and the wall. He tries to reverse their position, but Yagami catches his hands first and presses them onto the wall as well, palm to palm, his long fingers lacing with his lover’s, caressing his thick knuckles in slow, deliberate strokes. “Kaito-san,” he murmurs into his mouth, breathless, grinding against him like a shy, clueless teenager as he reclaims Kaito’s lips before he can voice any protest, tongue sliding deeper down his throat with each light thrust.
It’s the neediness in his voice that Kaito can’t say no to, and Yagami would be lying if he says he doesn’t know. Taking Kaito by force was an option, one that he opted for (and Kaito agreed to) when he had just turned and was excited to try out his newfound supernatural strength. Beating the bigger man into submission and screwing him until he cries of pleasure was…exciting, the thought alone sends Yagami’s blood rushing down south; but magical regenerative power doesn’t fully justify violence in his books, plus he just got a new sofa since the old one had finally been damaged beyond repair during their last full-out brawl, and it’s so nice and shiny and comfortable (not to mention expensive), it would be such a shame.
He lets go of Kaito’s lips, pink and swollen from the abuse and coated in a thin layer of saliva, the translucent sheen prettier than any lip gloss he’s ever seen. Wouldn’t it be so hot, Yagami wonders, if instead of resisting Kaito was to invite him, those plump, juicy lips tracing his cheeks, and whispers into his ears “fuck me” in his lowest and sweetest voice…
The idea is so arousing for his rut-tainted brain that it’s outright painful—Yagami groans, his eyebrows knitted tightly as he rides out the shockwaves running through his veins; he crushes down onto Kaito again, catching those soft lips in his own, sucking, biting and chewing on them, his cock twitching with every single response he draws out of Kaito. His entire body is pressed against the other and the heat is unbearable, wiping any coherent thoughts clean out of his brain. “Kaito-san…Kaito-san,” he whispers, over and over again like a prayer, between hungry nibbling of Kaito’s skin from under the stubbled chin to his Adam’s apple, down the muscle of his neck to the collarbones, “you smell so good…so tempting…” Yagami purrs, voice hoarse and lower than he ever knows, his hands impatiently sliding into Kaito’s pants and tucking his shirt loose, “I want you, Kaito-san,” he hums into his ears amid feverish kisses and licks, “I need you…”
If the burning red on Kaito’s ears is any indication, his sweet talk is working wonders—Yagami manages to sneak both hands under Kaito’s shirt, cupping his magnificent tits, playing with his nipples, all without getting punched in the face. Although Kaito’s lips are tightly pursed and too stubborn to let out any good sound, the sweet smell he emits is doing all the talking, a silent invitation that makes Yagami’s heart swell. He can’t help but chuckles when he digs in and runs his fingers over Kaito’s hole to find it drenched and dripping; his body is ready to accept Yagami, which means his mind is, too.
Yagami smiles lovingly as the same realization sinks in for both of them, “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you,” he pecks on Kaito’s lips with an innocent grin, “you are the best.”
“You spoiled, horny brat” is how Kaito responds to his tenderness, and Yagami gasps, eyes wide in shock.
“Horny?” He shakes his head dramatically, “the moon dictates that we copulate tonight, Kaito-san. How is this me being horny?”
“Says the guy with one hand on my chest and another down my ass,” Kaito huffs, “who can barely get his mouth off of me.”
Yagami is nuzzling against Kaito’s neck when he drops those accusations, his wolf ears suddenly perk up at being called out, “ok fine, guilty as charged,” he smiles sheepishly, but doesn’t stop his hands from unbuttoning Kaito’s shirt and pushing the silky fabric off his shoulders. Yagami gulps at the now topless Kaito, the firm, pumped-up pecs are making his mouth water.
“Hey, eyes up here,” Kaito snorts, rolling his eyes as Yagami’s gaze reluctantly tilts up to meet his, “this is the last fucking time, you hear me? Next month it’s my turn.” He pokes Yagami’s chest with a finger, “no more argument. I get to fuck you. Understood?”
Yagami nods absentmindedly, his boney fingers tracing the curve of Kaito’s pecs, spreading until he’s cupping those babies again in his palms, “yeah,” he mumbles with a dreamy smile.
With a deep sigh Kaito lightly shoves Yagami out of the way and walks to the sofa, chucking the shirt and unbuckling his belt before he turns halfway back, the milky moonlight pouring over his blushing skin, accentuating the broad shoulders that define his silhouette.
Yagami can’t tear his eyes off of the man even if he tries to, his chest bursting with pure love, adoration and scorching lust and desire. “Ta-bo,” the low, husky voice calls out to him, its familiar warmth melts his heart.
“C’mere.”