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Kaoru often stopped by Sia La Luce after work and grabbed a meal or a glass of wine, or went there when he had important customers to impress, but it wasn't very common for Kojiro to visit his calligraphy studio. He spent long hours at work, or practicing, and even an idiot such as him knew better than to interrupt Kaoru when he was working. So it was a surprise when Kaoru heard a visitor enter and looked up to see him standing there, all big and muscular and suntanned and cheerful.
Finishing the sweeping brushstroke he was in the middle of, he set his brush down and stood up. "What do you want?" he demanded. He assumed it was probably something about S, and was glad no one else was in the shop at the moment to overhear them. It was a Monday, fairly quiet, the one day of the week Sia La Luce was closed.
"I wanted to hire you," Kojiro said with a wide smile.
Kaoru raised one eyebrow. "Hire me for what?"
"Well, to do some calligraphy, obviously. I thought maybe you could do some wall art for the restaurant, or redo our menu or something. Why, what did you think I meant?" he asked with a chuckle. "It's not like I'd need to hire you for skateboarding lessons or... or sex or something!"
Bristling, Kaoru drew himself up to his full height and put on his most disdainful look. "You could probably use some lessons in both."
At that, Kojiro burst out laughing. "Are you offering?"
"No!" Kaoru's face flushed, betraying his embarrassment. "And I don't need your charity job, either."
"It's not charity," Kojiro said, growing more serious again. "You bring plenty of business to my restaurant, and I figured I could say thank you by commissioning some work in return. But if you won't accept my money, it's fine, I'll just leave."
He turned away, ready to depart, his hand already on the door, when Kaoru said, "Wait!"
"Yeah?" Kojiro glanced over his shoulder, smiling as if he'd been half-expecting to be called back.
Kaoru pursed his lips, annoyed at this presumption but trying not to let it show. "It's stupid for us to just circulate the same money back and forth - me paying you for dinner, you paying me for calligraphy, just so I can spend it back at Sia La Luce in some eternal circle."
"Financial backwash," Kojiro said with a grin.
"Gross." Kaoru pulled a disgusted face. "If you want to thank me for my generous patronage, you can just give me a free bottle of wine with dinner or something like that."
"I already do that anyway. Don't you ever look at your bill, or do you just let Carla pay it directly from your bank account? Besides, I like your calligraphy," Kojiro protested. He strolled back across the shop to stand in front of Kaoru, leaning in close, hands in his pockets, smirk on his face. "But if you insist, there are other ways I could thank you. Like fucking you until you're crying for more," he said, his voice soft and sultry against Kaoru's cheek.
Flustered, Kaoru turned his face away, looking off to one side, even the tips of his ears feeling too warm. "Shut up," he said, but there wasn't much force behind it. "You probably aren't even that good, if you have to brag that much - being a show-off doesn't actually make you competent."
Kojiro seemed to find this amusing. "It's not bragging, it's just the truth. I could have you begging and pleading for me to fuck you with no more than... fifteen minutes of moderate effort," he predicted confidently.
"Bah, only moderate effort?" Kaoru arched an eyebrow. "I feel like I should be offended by that. If you're not going to put your best effort into it, why should I even bother accepting such a shoddy offer?"
"So you are considering it," Kojiro replied with a grin. "Now we're just arguing about the finer details."
Kaoru gave an angry little huff, but said, "It's still better than being asked to redo your menu. Honestly, I'm a calligrapher, not a graphic designer!"
"Mmhmm," Kojiro said, teasingly tracing Kaoru's jawline. "So should I come over tonight, then?"
"Fine," Kaoru said. "And bring dinner," he added as an afterthought.
"Of course, your highness," Kojiro said, risking a quick kiss before departing. Kaoru, blushing, went back to his work, but somehow he couldn't concentrate for the rest of the afternoon.
***
Kojiro made good on his promise, showing up at Kaoru's front door with sushi and a smug grin later that warm spring evening. "I cook for you often enough anyway, I figured takeout was fine," he said. It was excellent sushi, so Kaoru couldn't really complain.
Once they'd finished dinner, Kaoru wasn't sure how things might proceed from there, but Kojiro appeared to have it all planned out. Leaning back in his seat, he stretched (Kaoru often wondered how he didn't burst all the buttons on his shirts with muscles like that) and said, "Now, what did I say, twenty minutes to have you begging for my dick?"
"Fifteen," Kaoru corrected him. "Don't try to give yourself more time."
"Hey, I can do it in ten. You can even have Carla count it down if you want," Kojiro said lightly. "Ten minutes where I can do whatever I want?"
Kaoru considered that for a moment. "Anything that doesn't leave marks, and doesn't involve penetration."
"Okay," Kojiro agreed with an easy smile. "I can work with that." Then he stood, walked over to Kaoru, and picked him up to carry him into the bedroom.
"Hey, you gorilla!" Kaoru protested, but not too vigorously. His head felt dizzy, heart pounding hard as Kojiro moved him exactly where he wanted him, bringing him into the bedroom and setting him down on the edge of the bed.
"Go ahead, start your timer," Kojiro said, tugging his shirt off.
"Carla, set a timer for ten minutes from now, and give a warning when there are two minutes left," Kaoru said, mesmerized for a moment by the sight of Kojiro's broad chest, the way his muscles shifted as he continued undressing.
"Okay, master, Carla's voice replied.
"A warning, nice, I figured you'd make me keep track of it myself," Kojiro said with a grin. As he dropped his pants, he made sure Kaoru got a good look at the outline of his cock beneath his boxers. Then he knelt and, quite efficiently, started undressing Kaoru as well, untying his kimono, parting the silk folds with both hands, spreading it out until he had most of his body exposed.
"Nipple piercings? Nice," he said, rubbing a thumb over one of the barbells that adorned Kaoru's chest, eliciting an involuntary shiver. He knelt before Kaoru, gazing up at him with an intense desire. Kaoru stared back, refusing to be the first to break eye contact, frowning with the effort of not simply reaching out to grab him. Kojiro smiled knowingly and dragged his hands down Kaoru's sides, stroking his skin, coming to rest at his thighs and then pushing them apart ever so slightly. He bent forward to lick the head of Kaoru's cock, still keeping his eyes upturned as he teased it with the tip of his tongue. Kaoru shifted his hips slightly, but didn't give him the satisfaction of a moan.
Kojiro's lips wrapped around him, slowly sucking him deeper until he had him buried partway down his throat, and Kaoru had to bite his lip to keep from saying anything. If he had wondered before whether Kojiro had any experience with men, this answered that question - there was no way he could be this skilled if he hadn't done this before. He held his breath, waiting as Kojiro gradually drew back up his length, giving every centimeter plenty of attention from his tongue.
He couldn't help gasping, though, when suddenly Kojiro lifted his legs and flipped him over onto the mattress, holding one thigh in each hand. It was so easy for Kojiro to move him around, placing him in this position or that, however he wanted, and Kaoru couldn't decide whether he hated that or loved it. When Kojiro started licking his ass, though, he decided that if this was what it resulted in, he'd accept being manhandled. He respected Kaoru's request for no penetration, but circled his tongue skillfully against his hole, getting it wet and slick. Kaoru couldn't suppress a whimper at that, but still stubbornly refused to give him the satisfaction of praise.
"You like that, princess?" Kojiro asked when he briefly came up for air, bringing one hand up to fondle his balls, the other to stroke the smooth cheek of his ass.
Kaoru simply gave a little "hmph" in response. Still, he had to admit that he was enjoying this. It had been a long time since he'd allowed anyone else to touch him so intimately, and knowing it was Kojiro kneeling between his legs made it twice as exciting.
"You know what you have to do to get more," he said, lightly stroking Kaoru's cock with one large hand. "You just need to ask nicely. Say please and I'll fill this tight little hole of yours right up."
"Mmph," Kaoru grumbled into the mattress.
Kojiro chuckled, an act that sent tremors through Kaoru's body. "Okay, be that way. I can keep going, we've only been at this for a few minutes." He brought one finger to Kaoru's entrance and traced a slow circle around its rim, still not delving inside. "Maybe not so tight as that, hmm?" he murmured. "I can tell you want it. You're opening up for me, whether you want to admit it or not, getting yourself ready for this big cock..."
Kaoru could feel himself starting to give way, and tried to fortify his will. But the idea that somehow if he held out he would achieve anything was starting to feel sillier and sillier to him, even as Kojiro kept on lapping at his hole. What was he going to win here, anyway? Nothing but blue balls and bragging rights, and even then, there wasn't anyone he could gloat about it with except Kojiro, who would just think it was funny. Insufferable! And yet... Kaoru desperately wanted him to keep going, and playing this game gave him the excuse he needed. "Turn me over," he demanded, determined to at least have his way in one regard rather than just letting Kojiro set the stage exactly the way he wanted it.
Obligingly, Kojiro flipped him over onto his back again. Kaoru's cock was leaking now, a thin stream of precum seeping from its slit, which was nothing he could control. "So you want it now?" Kojiro asked, smirking.
Maintaining whatever scraps of his dignity he could gather, Kaoru shook his head, squeezing his lips tight.
"Okay, I get it," Kojiro said. "You just want to look at me some more first. That's fine, it's only natural." He stood up, stretching, his tattoos providing a mesmerizing display, and then hooked his thumbs into the waist of his boxers and eased them off. Kaoru had to restrain himself from moaning at the sight of that thick, gorgeous cock, its fat, juicy head, the nest of dark green hair at its base... He wanted it desperately, and it was absolutely insufferable that Kojiro knew the kind of effect he was having on him just by standing there. His balls were aching, he had broken out into a sweat, and he could still feel the wetness of Kojiro's tongue between his legs. It was completely unfair, and he wanted it to keep going forever.
"Touch yourself," Kaoru ordered him, and Kojiro took his cock in his hand, stroking it lazily, letting him get a good view as he did so. Kaoru licked his lips, imagining how it would feel inside him...
Two minutes remaining, Carla's voice interjected, startling them both. Against his better judgement, Kaoru let out a moan, and Kojiro smiled. "If you want to stop here, I guess we can," he said reluctantly. "I could just finish myself off by hand, leave you to do the same... Is that what you want, Cherry?"
Kaoru squirmed at being called that now, like this. "I... I want..."
"Yeah? Say it, that's all you have to do," Kojiro urged him. He was getting close to his own breaking point, Kaoru could tell, and that was some satisfaction at least. "Tell me what you want."
Kaoru couldn't look at him, couldn't stand to be seen by him, couldn't meet his gaze. It was too embarrassing to admit what he needed now. Maybe he would just let the timer run out and it would be over. But he was so close now, and he didn't want to stop. "Fine," he snarled, more surly than he meant to be, "you win! I want you to fuck me, is that what you wanted to hear?"
"Close," Kojiro said. "I want you to say please."
"....please," Kaoru whispered, too stubborn to say it any louder than that. But it was all Kojiro needed to hear. He pulled one of Kaoru's legs up over his shoulder, spreading him wide open, and slid his dripping cock against his ass, pressing against him.
"Not without lube, you idiot!" Kaoru gasped, waving frantically towards the drawer where it could be found. Kojiro managed to lean over and retrieve it one-handed, flipping the top open and applying a generous quantity to each of them. Then, without further preamble, just as Carla's alarm went off, he slid into Kaoru's ass, all the way to the hilt. Kaoru couldn't help it, he cried out, but at the same time it was exactly what he'd wanted. Kojiro's eyes went wide and he stayed there for a long moment, savouring the feeling.
"Don't stop!" Kaoru jerked his hips, trying to make Kojiro move. "Are you just going to stand there? Or are you afraid it'll be over too fast?"
Kojiro gave a breathy laugh. "Set another timer if you want, I can last as long as you need." His confidence was irritating, but Kaoru wasn't in the mood for more games.
"Just... ugh... just hurry up!"
"Can't make up your mind, Cherry? Do you want me to hurry up, or do you not want it to be over too fast? You're just dazzled by my skill, I can tell," Kojiro said with a grin, and began to thrust, slow, languid strokes at first, but with a powerful strength behind them. Kaoru's cock bobbed with each jolt of his hips, but he resisted the impulse to take it in his hand, knowing that if he touched himself right now, it really would be over before it began.
"Enjoying yourself?" Kojiro asked, smug as ever, in between strokes.
"Shut up, you... gorilla!" Kaoru gasped in response, not wanting to be distracted with conversation. The sex was better than he'd imagined (and, if he was honest, he'd imagined it quite a lot.) Kojiro's cock seemed to fill him perfectly, just big enough to provide a nice stretch without being excessive, and he knew how to use it, delivering perfect thrust after thrust without seeming to tire.
"Yes, princess," Kojiro only said in response, unfazed as usual by the insult. "I'm here to serve you, exactly as you command."
Kaoru bit his lip, and wrapped one hand around Kojiro's neck, pulling him closer for a rough, passionate kiss, teeth grazing against soft skin, tongues entwined. He could feel how Kojiro's breath quickened, how he was panting harder now, moaning with each stroke of his cock, and it was exhilarating to know he could have that effect on him. As if in reaction, or retaliation, Kojiro brought his hand between them to jerk Kaoru's dick, no longer with gentle, teasing strokes, but quick and eager. Kaoru wanted to last just a little longer - or at least just a little longer than Kojiro - but it was getting harder and harder to restrain himself. "Fuck, yes, right there," he gasped as Kojiro gave another deep thrust and another, both of them feeling their control slipping away into the mind-blowing pleasure of their combined release.
Afterwards, Kaoru had to admit Kojiro was a perfect gentleman, helping clean them both up, gathering him up in his arms to place him more comfortably into bed, and then lying beside him, staying close without being too clingy. He was unusually quiet too, which Kaoru appreciated - he was rarely in the mood to have long conversations after sex. Still, he felt like he ought to say something. "You were right," he conceded at last, grudgingly. "I won't impugn your prowess again."
Kojiro seemed to brighten at those words. "And I'll accept your concession with grace, and I won't even say I told you so."