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Bowls: check.
Chopsticks: check.
Boiling pot of convenience store ramen: check.
Kokichi's stupid kind-of-but-not-really-boyfriend: not... check. Whatever the opposite of a check was. X marks the spot.
Kokichi scowled, crossing his arms over the front of his apron and glaring down at the stove. The noodles had finished cooking a half hour ago--which was almost a full hour past when Kaito was supposed to be home. Kokichi had been expecting him back by this time since he got the message that the astronaut trainee's mission had ended safely, but now it looked like Kaito's share of dinner would end up in the fridge.
Jerk, Kokichi thought. I hope you got hit by an asteroid.
If it spent any longer on the heat, the food would dissolve into mush. Grumbling under his breath, Kokichi started to scrape half the pot into a glass container.
"Stupid Momota-chan," he growled, switching off the burner and hissing at the steaming ramen as if it was personally responsible for his misery. "Stupid mission, stupid JAXA, stupid space, stupid stupid stupid--"
Kokichi stopped abruptly, slumping against the counter with a groan. It wasn't like Kaito knew Kokichi was waiting for him, or that he was in Kaito's apartment at all for that matter. But it still felt so natural to blame him. Kaito had always been a thorn in Kokichi's side, so it was easy to get angry at him even for things that weren't technically his fault.
...then again, if he was looking at this rationally, maybe it was Kokichi's fault for getting this worked up over such a stupid, space-brained, stubborn, tardy idiot. He'd gone to this much trouble to prepare dinner for a guy so heartless that he was willing to leave Kokichi alone for months just to go dicking around on some stupid space mission! Not even the cool kind of mission either, he was still here on Earth!
...then again, that wasn't entirely fair either. It's not like Kokichi had ever communicated that he might feel kinda-sorta-a-little-bit lonely without the astronaut trainee around--because how totally lame would that be, to admit he was wanting for company--and from Kaito of all people? No. No way that would ever happen. Kokichi was a supreme leader, not a supreme wimp. He had too much pride and self-respect to go whining about missing a space oaf who was really only good for the occasional tryst anyway. Their relationship had never been one of those mushy and romantic ones that ended in tears--they just went at it like horny kids until they both got off, with no serious commitments between them.
That was how Kokichi liked it. That was how he'd always liked it. He wasn't going to be tied down in some stupid relationship or God forbid, get married someday. Especially not to Kaito Momota.
When he put it like that, it all made perfect sense.
So why did the sight of that uneaten bowl of cheap ramen make him feel so... so...
Kokichi's breath hitched, and he turned sharply away.
"This is so stupid."
There was no reason to feel anything over this, point blank. So what if Kaito was late? Even if he didn't get here tonight, no doubt Kokichi would be able to see him within a couple of days. So what if Kokichi had been excited to see him tonight? It wasn't like Kaito was made more unique and interesting just by being absent for a few months--he'd still be the same space-loving hothead that Kokichi knew and... tolerated. So what if this was the first time in Kokichi's life he'd tried to cook for someone? He'd had to dump his failed attempt at curry in the trash and settle for prepackaged ramen.
This wasn't an emergency. There was no reason for his stomach to tighten or his throat to feel like it was closing up in panic--not when noodles and chopsticks were waiting on the table. Kokichi straightened his apron self-consciously as he looked around the apartment, trying to find something else to blame for this weird feeling in his gut.
There was a picture of Kaito hanging out with Shuichi and Maki on the fridge, stuck there by a magnet. Yeah, that would do. He plucked the picture off, flipped it around, and put it back on the fridge. Take that.
Click.
Kokichi froze suddenly when he heard a key turning in the lock. He looked up, his mouth falling halfway open as he watched a disheveled Kaito Momota enter the kitchen with two duffel bags slung over his shoulders and a tired expression on his face that quickly switched to surprise when he noticed Kokichi.
"Ouma?" He dropped his bags in the hallway, then looked at Kokichi with an odd expression for a moment before speaking again. "What are you doing here?"
Kokichi opened and closed his mouth a few times before hastily conjuring up a lie. "Ummm, where else would I be but my own apartment? What, did your mission go longer than expected so you decided to crash at mine instead of going home?"
"...Dude, I keep telling you I can get you a spare key. Quit picking the damn lock."
"Eh, are you suggesting that a supreme leader should avoid breaking the law?" Kokichi gasped like he'd never heard something more offensive in his life.
Kaito stared for a moment before giving a tired chuckle. "Nice to see you haven't changed a bit."
Kokichi felt his heart do a funny little flip at the sound of Kaito's laugh. Phone calls weren't allowed on the mission, so it felt like years had passed since the last time Kokichi had heard that husky--ah, annoying voice.
In spite of himself, he felt his own dumb smile tugging at his mouth. He turned away from the astronaut trainee quickly and reflipped the picture of Kaito and his sidekicks, hoping Kaito wouldn't notice. "Yeah, I'm still as cute and youthful as ever. But it looks like that mission made Momota-chan ten times uglier and older. Did you get stuck in a wormhole?"
He prattled off a few more nonsensical questions without giving Kaito a chance to answer, ripping open the fridge and perusing through its contents as a way to avoid meeting Kaito's eyes. Anything to hide just how happy Kokichi was to see him. "Hey, why didn't you stock up on Panta for me before you left? I don't think you're taking your job as my subordinate very seriously, Momota-chan."
"...Panta? Seriously? That's the only thing you have to say to me?" Kaito's voice was incredulous as he walked into the kitchen.
Kokichi glanced up at him for a brief moment before looking back at the fridge. Kaito looked... good. A little worn out, but good. His T-shirt and jeans were wrinkled, but that didn't draw attention away from his muscular frame, his healthy tan and strong cheek bones. The months they'd spent apart had only made his handsome features appear fresher, more pronounced. Kokichi felt his heartbeat picking up.
"Hm? What am I supposed to say?" Kokichi said, trying to change the subject as Kaito approached. "I said a lot more, but you ignored my texts."
"Ah... my phone died. My bad. Was it something important?"
Kokichi shrugged. Just asking where Kaito was, and when he'd get to the apartment. It was embarrassing to think back on it now. "Yeah, to buy me Panta," he lied, still refusing to look at the taller male.
Kaito made a noise of frustration, no doubt scowling at the back of Kokichi's head. "Dammit, Ouma--oi, quit ignoring me!"
Kokichi happily did the opposite. "Blegh, look at all these energy drinks," he said, scanning the top shelf of the fridge. "Is caffeine such a huge part of an astronaut's diet? Maybe it's time for you to start eating better, like m--uwah!"
Without any warning, Kokichi felt himself being lifted off the ground, a pair of large hands around his waist hoisting him into the air. It took a moment for Kokichi to register what was happening before he reacted, letting out a surprised gasp as Kaito dropped him on top of the island in the middle of the kitchen and placed himself between Kokichi's knees so they were now facing each other.
"Kokichi Ouma," he began with a smirk, "you're acting like you don't want to kiss me." He then leaned down and pressed his lips against Kokichi's own.
Kokichi blinked his eyes wide, his cheeks going hot as he felt Kaito's warm breath on his face, the strong scent of coffee and laundry detergent filling him with a confusing mix of pleasure and nerves. He couldn't remember the last time Kaito had caught him off guard like this--usually, it was Kokichi invading Kaito's personal space to mess with him, not the other way around.
Kaito's lips were rough against his own, but tender as Kokichi tentatively pressed back in response. Kaito hummed softly into their kiss before opening his mouth, teasing him with the tip of his tongue.
Kokichi couldn't help it; he moaned, parting his lips and letting his eyelids slip shut. The subtle minty taste of that toothpaste Kaito always used was almost nostalgic by now. It wasn't just Kaito's mouth that felt good against Kokichi's--the hands holding him were strong, gentle, protective; the body pressed to his own was warm, solid, and most of all, familiar. This is what he'd missed so much in those long months apart from Kaito. He didn't care about the Panta or anything else--all that mattered was this moment, being held by Kaito.
The thought made him flush with shame--shame at the realization of how just how desperately he'd wanted to see Kaito after all. The need had grown into something unbearable after every single day without their contact, but now that it was here and finally fulfilled--
"...You taste terrible," he lied in a small voice. He felt Kaito's lips turn up in a smile.
Kaito pulled away then, taking a step back to look at Kokichi, but keeping the smaller male trapped between his arms. He wore an amused expression on his face as he watched Kokichi take in a gasp of air. Stupid astronaut with his stupidly big lungs.
Kaito licked his lips, cocked his head and flashed his teeth in a grin. "Aha, y'see? You were trying to act cool, but I knew you missed me."
Kokichi goggled at him, shock mixing with indignation. "Hah?" he sputtered, "how does molesting me prove that I missed you?"
Kaito's grin still didn't falter. Kokichi wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. "You totally did... I can tell by your face just how happy you are to see me."
Kokichi was certain he was scowling right now, his cheeks burning a furious red. The furthest thing from happy. "Happy to--just how stupid are you!? You're horrible at reading other people!"
If only that were true. When Kaito only laughed in response and leaned in closer, Kokichi started beating his fist against the idiot's shoulder again and again. "Stupid! Space-for-brains! Get off me, you animal--!"
Kaito cut him off with a kiss to his forehead, causing Kokichi to freeze up instantly.
"Jeez," he sighed, and Kokichi was caught off guard by the pure affection lacing his voice. "I even missed your insults. I must be going crazy."
"You--you--" Kokichi sputtered, trying to keep Kaito in place with both hands on his shoulders. His heart was beating a mile a minute as he attempted a half-hearted push against the taller male's chest only for him to be held easily in place, "You were already crazy to begin with... you weirdo."
Instead of retorting, Kaito smiled. "It's been months since I got to do this," he whispered against the small male's temple before kissing him again, softly on his nose. "Just seeing your face after so long--it got me excited." He kissed Kokichi one last time on the cheek and pulled back, smiling fondly at him.
Kokichi swallowed as Kaito's words sunk in; he'd never had Kaito talk to him like that before, not this delicately and full of care. And the way Kaito looked at him now... it felt so pure compared to their petty fighting.
Momota-chan... he really missed me... the thought sent a thrill up his spine, and to distract himself, Kokichi smacked Kaito across the shoulder and pretended to be irritated. "That doesn't mean you can just slobber all over me like a mange dog!"
Kaito just gave a laugh and rubbed his shoulder in response before looking Kokichi's front up and down, his eyes bright. He grabbed a handful of the apron and rubbed the frilly hem between his fingers. "Hey, this actually suits you pretty well."
"Ooh, so you don't mind that I borrowed your favorite apron?"
"Dude, it was on sale. I wasn't gonna pay twice the price for something manlier."
"Laaaaaaame."
"Shut it."
"Neeheeheh." Kokichi giggled, his feelings of uncertainty washing away as they fell into the comfortable rhythm of their usual banter.
"But if you're wearing that, then..." Kaito turned his head to look at the counter where the pot of ramen was still cooling and blinked rapidly. "Oi, is that ramen? ...You cooked dinner for us?"
Quickly schooling his features into a blank expression, Kokichi replied. "Of course not. Some raccoons broke into the pantry and started cooking all by thems--h-hey!"
Kaito suddenly picked him up again and spun him around, laughing. "How'd you know I was starving, huh? Man, you're amazing!" He pressed their lips together once more before setting Kokichi back down on his feet as he let go of him.
Kokichi blinked furiously and tried to calm himself, taking in deep breaths through his nose. "Ugh..." he growled, looking down so Kaito couldn't see his flushed cheeks, "you're so gross when you're happy. Grosser than usual. Or did they do experiments on you at that space station to make you even more of a freak?"
Kaito smirked and reached for the pot of ramen, pulling it towards himself. "Hey, it's your fault I'm in such a good mood. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach, you know?"
Kokichi sniffed. "Did I ever say I was cooking that for you? I'm surprised Momota-chan can even walk while lugging around that huge ego."
"Ah, so you broke into my apartment on the night I come home just to cook dinner for yourself? Is that it?"
"Yup! I wanted to force a starving Momota-chan to watch me eat it all by myself, neeheehee."
They bickered some more, as they usually did, over Kaito's overbearing self-importance and Kokichi's lack of honesty, but eventually they both sat down at the table to eat.
"Damn! This hits the spot!" Kaito exclaimed after he'd slurped up his first bite, licking some broth from the corner of his mouth. "They've had us on a pretty strict diet at the base--I dunno if I could stomach it if you'd made a salad or somethin'."
Kokichi scoffed and rolled his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to admit how much Kaito's praise had pleased him--even if all Kokichi had done was boil some noodles and open a sauce packet. "I may be evil, Momota-chan, but I'm not that sick in the head." He played with his food for a bit, picking at the noodles with his chopsticks. "I made some side dishes too... I was so excited to share them with you I decided to eat all of it myself while the food was still hot."
Instead of commenting on how this made no sense, Kaito grinned at him as he grabbed for another bite. "You picked a great brand, too. Ich*ban is one of my favorites."
Kokichi nearly choked on his noodles. "How.. how did you know...?"
"Mm?" Kaito blinked at him before swallowing with gusto, his cheeks pink from the heat of the broth. "There's no way I wouldn't recognize this flavor. It was my favorite snack as a kid." He was still wearing that big, dumb grin on his face. "This is tonkotsu flavor, right? Y'know, for being such a little shit, you've got a knack for knowing exactly how to make me happy."
Kokichi was going insane. There were no words he could say that would adequately describe his reaction--the fact that Kaito could be this overjoyed by one of Kokichi's lies, and that he could be so happy despite knowing it was simple, cheap ramen from the convenience store... It was simply beyond any logic that the smaller male could understand.
Thinking fast and fighting down the warmth crawling up his neck, he managed to stammer: "At--at least you'll enjoy your last meal. The rat poison I put in your share should be acting up any minute now."
"Ha!" Kaito snorted, "poison me as much as you want. There's no way I'm dying before I get to space."
Kokichi hesitated, holding his pair of chopsticks poised over the bowl in front him. It wasn't the stupidity of Kaito's words he was taken aback by--but rather the reminder that the long span of time they'd spent apart wouldn't be their last. Not only that, the trips would only get longer and longer.
Kaito's words were still echoing in his mind when he realized that Kaito was staring at him with a questioning expression, his left cheek fat with unchewed noodles. "What's wrong? Ouma."
There were a million anxious thoughts racing through his mind, but better not to show any of them. "Mm, nothing," Kokichi muttered, shaking his head and forcing himself to smile. "Just thinking about how bad you smell. It's ruining my appetite."
"Ah? The hell I..." Kaito's eyebrows furrowed for just a second, before he wiped the back of his mouth with his fist. "...In that case, I better take a bath, huh?"
Kokichi met his gaze coyly. "Yeah. Before the landlord kicks you out for stinking up the whole building," Kokichi replied. He already had a pretty good idea of what the look in Kaito's eye was meant to convey.
"That'd be troublesome," Kaito closed his eyes and nodded, like this was a very serious matter indeed. "Ah, you wash my back for me. I gotta make sure to get rid of all the grime."
"Momota-chan, did you spend so much time away that you forgot our dynamic? You're supposed to be my subordinate, not the other way around."
"Oi, I never agreed to that," Kaito protested, but he was grinning like a fool. "If anything, you're my sidekick!"
If he didn't know Kaito was joking, Kokichi would've tossed his ramen right in the man's face. "Say that again and I'll ship you to Serbia."
"There's no need to be shy!"
Kokichi pointedly ignored him, slurping up the last of his noodles. The open affection in Kaito's entire demeanor was making him feel tingly and weird--and he didn't like it one bit.
Kaito brought the edge of his bowl to his lips, swallowing the last of the broth in one go. "Mm... that was great! You've gotta cook for me more often."
Cook for you? You know all I did was boil some ramen. Idiot. "Sure. It'll give me plenty of opportunities to poison you."
Kaito only rolled his eyes as he stood up, taking his bowl and utensils to the sink. "I'm gonna go run the hot water," he announced, piling the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. "Don't keep me waiting, all right?"
Kokichi objected, "I never said I'd--"
Kaito picked his duffel bags off the floor. "You don't want to sleep next to a guy who stinks, do you? It's in your best interest to wash my back." He gave Kokichi a wink and then disappeared into his bedroom, which was attached to the washroom.
Kokichi sat there for a moment, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks again. "I--I never said I was sleeping over either!" he shouted, just as the bathroom door slammed shut.
***
"...and that was only the physical aspect. The mental training was the real challenge!"
"Hmmm...."
Kokichi gave a disinterested hum through his nose as Kaito explained his mission in gratuitous detail, though in secret he was listening attentively. It hardly seemed to matter either way to Kaito, since he had a knack for talking regardless of whether anyone was paying attention.
It took a few minutes for the bathtub to fill up, during which time Kaito blathered on about everything from the size of his spacesuit to life support systems and fuel cells. Kokichi interjected with a quip every now and then, but mostly kept quiet as they took turns washing each other's backs.
Once the bath was ready, Kaito lowered himself first into the tub and Kokichi followed suit. The bathtub was nothing extravagant, with just enough space to fit the two of them (plus Ahiru-chan, the rubber duck that Kokichi had painted to wear the DICE uniform) comfortably if Kokichi nestled into Kaito's side. Kaito had once remarked it was a good thing Kokichi was so small, to which Kokichi retorted it would be even better if Kaito wasn't so big.
"I'm telling you, it was brutal... ah, but don't worry! It's nothing the Luminary of The Stars can't handle!"
"I wasn't worried," Kokichi said flatly. "If anything, I was worried about you screwing some alien and bringing space STDs back to Earth." The air was damp and thick with steam, smelling faintly of soap. Kaito stretched out underneath him, resting one arm along the edge of the tub. Kokichi leaned the side of his head against one of Kaito's pecs, letting the taller boy wrap his other arm around his waist. It felt so much better than bathing alone.
"Uh huh, sure. And you know it wasn't a space mission, so no aliens yet."
"Not yet," Kokichi murmured, closing his eyes as he relaxed further into Kaito's arms. His hair was still wet, sticking to his cheeks. It tickled slightly when Kaito's breath hit his skin, which was cooler than the warm fog that flooded the bathroom.
The words rumbled in Kaito's chest. "Not to mention, I wouldn't do that anyway." His tone took on a playful note. "Well--unless the alien cooked me Ich*ban ramen..."
Kokichi felt his cheeks gathering warmth for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Damn him--for as much as he'd prepared his heart to see Kaito again, it was still off-kilter today. "You're cheap, Momota-chan. But I guess that's no surprise."
The sound of Kaito laughing filled the small room. "And what were you doing this whole time? Other than missing me, I mean."
Kokichi pinched his nipple. Kaito yelped and flailed, causing a surplus of water to splash over the tub's side and onto the tiles. "You little--that hurt!"
"But Momota-chan, I was waiting aaaallll this time to play with your manboobs again," Kokichi crooned, batting his eyes as he looked up at the taller male. "It was all I could think about! I could hardly sleep! I was so frustrated, the rate of people I kidnapped and tortured monthly went up by sixty percent."
"Ah, so you're admitting you did miss me," Kaito said with a raised eyebrow.
"Naw, just these puppies," Kokichi replied, poking him in the pec.
Kaito slapped his hand away and snorted, and then they lapsed into silence, contentedly soaking in each other's company. Kokichi had managed to sidestep Kaito's question with a mix of lies and half-truths--or maybe Kaito was already resigned to not getting a straight answer out of him.
But... he really had waited a long time. He'd earned the right to self-indulge a little. Thinking this, Kokichi nuzzled closer into Kaito's side, and Kaito responded by gently rubbing Kokichi's shoulders with his fingers, massaging away the tension in his muscles. Kokichi found himself leaning into Kaito's touch eagerly, quietly breathing in the soapy scent of his skin.
It wasn't long before Kokichi felt Kaito's other hand dip under the water to stroke his thigh and linger there. A thrill ran up his spine, twisting his gut. This sensation wasn't new to him. "Ah..." He made a small sound in the back of his throat and glanced up at Kaito through his moist eyelashes. "...what. You can't even wait until we leave the bath?"
"Huh?" Kaito blinked rapidly, as if confused, before replying, "man, it's not like that. I'm not planning on doing anything. Just bathing and going to sleep. I'm beat."
"...Oh." Well, now he felt stupid for getting his hopes--for assuming incorrectly. Kokichi quickly averted his face to hide his shame, only to meet Ahiru-chan's beady, judgemental eyes.
"Oh?" Kaito repeated, curiosity evident in his tone. Kaito turned him toward him and cupped Kokichi's jaw, pulling their faces together so he could look Kokichi in the eyes. "What was that just now?"
Kokichi scowled and tried to pull away, but Kaito was able to keep him in place while exerting next to no effort. "What was what, idiot? I just said 'oh'."
"Yeah, but you said it like you were disappointed," Kaito pressed, a dopey smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "You were hoping for a different answer, weren't you?"
"I'm hoping you'll drown in this tub," Kokichi growled. "Seriously Momota-chan, it's disgusting when you act lovey-dovey. Go take a cold shower."
Kaito's reply was as if Kokichi hadn't spoken at all. "Shit... that's so cute," he sighed, dragging Ouma close to kiss the top of his head even as he tried to wriggle away. "Even the way you're lying is cute. Dammit, I really am going crazy."
Ouma felt all the heat rush to his cheeks as they were pressed against Kaito's wet pecs. His tongue practically had a seizure trying to come up with a retort.
"I changed my mind," Kaito declared in a serious voice. "I'm not tired. I wanna do it tonight. In fact, I won't be able to sleep if we don't."
Kokichi stared up at him. "...You--"
"It's the same for you, yeah? With my uh... puppies." Kaito shut his eyes and nodded like it all made sense. "It's a win-win."
"...idiot." Any protest besides that had died in Kokichi's throat. He could tell by the tone in Kaito's voice that his "switch" had been flipped. Kokichi hadn't done it intentionally this time, but every once in a while Kaito would find something that made him so ridiculously horny he couldn't be reasoned with. He would turn into a dog in heat. Like last summer, when Kokichi had pinned his bangs back with a hairpin. The sight of his hairstyle had done something to Kaito that inspired them to go at it for hours. It was times like that Kokichi wondered what Kaito's precious sidekicks would think if they knew what a filthy pervert their hero was.
Well--it's not like Kokichi was giving in to his whims, though. He was getting what he wanted after all. Even if knowing Kaito had figured him out irritated him to no end.
Before he had even begun to collect his thoughts, he felt Kaito's hand snaking its way to the bottom of the tub, sliding down between his legs. Kokichi tensed, clinging involuntarily to Kaito's chest. Kaito hummed into his hair, using his free hand to rub in between Kokichi's shoulder blades. "Relax. I'm just gonna get you ready."
"I don't need your help," Kokichi mumbled, but it surely sounded unconvincing to Kaito's ears.
"Humor me."
One finger slipped easily enough past Kokichi's rim and inside him. A shiver ran down his spine, and he closed his eyes tight, biting his lip to stifle any sounds that might escape his mouth. The hot water surrounding them wobbled with each slight jerk his body made.
"You're tighter than before," Kaito observed conversationally, wriggling his finger around. Kokichi wanted to hit him. "You must have been this tight before we started having sex, huh?"
Kokichi glared at Kaito's collarbones. "Shut... up..."
"Mm... but it's still soft. You touched yourself here while I was gone?"
Stupid. Idiot. Why are you asking these things? You pervert. That's what he wanted to say, but he couldn't form the words. Kokichi squeezed his thighs together tightly. The misty heat thickening the air, coupled with Kaito's probing fingers, was making it impossible to concentrate on one thing. Not even on lying.
With shame clogging his throat, he breathed out heavily before admitting in a hush, "Mm-hm..."
He heard Kaito let out a breath, and then he added another finger. Kokichi groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and pressing his forehead to Kaito's chest. He felt Kaito's free hand slide beneath him, lifting him up higher so he could lean against his chest more comfortably. Except--from this position, he could feel something hard pressing against his stomach.
Kokichi thrilled, his body reacting before his brain did. He knew exactly what that was. He'd seen it before. He'd felt it before. He knew it quite intimately. His brain screamed at him to stop thinking about it, but he couldn't. Instead, he opened his eyes and looked down at where underwater, Kaito's cock rested against his belly. It was almost fully erect, thick and veiny, a burgeoning dark reddish-brown against his pale skin.
And... it was so big. After much time apart, that was the strongest impression left on Kokichi's mind. The sight coaxed something instinctual out of his body--an inescapable aching to be filled.
Kokichi's breathing shallowed. "Hah... hah... Momota-chan..."
But Kaito was distracted by something else. "Oi, Ouma... you're already sticky back here," he murmured, the words coming slowly and deliberately. "...did you... prepare yourself before I got here...?"
Oh, right. That. Dammit all.
The water hadn't washed away the lube yet? Seriously? When he was fingering himself open a couple of hours before Kaito returned home, it had seemed like a great idea. The kind of slutty maneuver he would pull when he wanted to tease his boyfriend and remind him that Kokichi was the one in control of their sex life. Hmm? Don't waste my time, Momota-chan. I already took care of that. So let's get to the main event, mmkay? is what he would say while enjoying Kaito salivating over his body.
But now that Kaito said it out loud--now that there really might be consequences for being so obvious--it just felt desperate and clingy. Kokichi flushed as he realized how thoroughly humiliating his own attempt at seduction ended up.
"Yeah..." His voice cracked as he whispered it into Kaito's neck. He felt Kaito's body tense up beneath him, and then his bulky fingers were pulling out, leaving Kokichi feeling empty and exposed again.
"Fuck, baby." Kaito sighed the words in his ear, his breath searing hot. Kokichi trembled as he felt Kaito's member give a sudden jerk against his belly. "I can't wait. Hey, we can do it right here, right? That's okay?"
Kokichi hesitated, unable to pay full attention to what Kaito was saying with the warm, soupy air making him dizzy, and the feeling of Kaito's cock still poking at his stomach. He felt like he could see it throbbing, so hard, and so painfully red--like it was trying to force its way past his skin.
Kaito lifted Kokichi by the underarms and pressed him back further on his lap, lifting his hips so Kaito's dick was rubbing against his ass crack, nudging his entrance. Kaito's skin was flushed, his expression fierce and eager as he looked down at Kokichi with his half-lidded eyes.
"There's some body oil right over here, yeah? We can use that if you need it... you ready, baby?"
Kokichi whined, the long-lost feeling of his lover's cock teasing him making his nerves buzz in anticipation, making that ache in his abdomen only grow stronger. He gave a limp nod, parted his lips to say yes, yes, God yes--
only to snap out of it at the last second.
"--no way! Let go of me!" Kokichi shoved Kaito away, splashing hot water in every direction. But there was so little space in the tub he couldn't exactly escape, so instead opted to shoot up and crawl out of the bathtub and onto the tiles, leaving behind a trail of bubbles and suds. Kaito stared up at him, owl-eyed as Kokichi hastened to grab a towel.
"Dude--what's wrong? Did I hurt you?" Kaito rushed to stand, reaching for him--and Kokichi dodged his hands, scrambling out of reach.
"As if, idiot," he sniffed, turning his back to the astronaut as he rubbed himself down with the towel. He was doing a great job of appearing indifferent even while his thudding heart threatened to burst out of his chest. "There's no way I'm letting you screw me here after last time. Or does thick-headed Momota-chan not remember?"
He turned his head to see the confused look on Kaito's face switch to one of sheepish realization. It was the face of him remembering the last time they'd had sex in the bath, when the mix of heat, dizziness and overexertion had caused Kokichi to pass out. It wasn't like Kokichi had low stamina by any means--if anything, he prided himself on being far on the high end. The problem was Kaito, who possessed the libido of an absolute monster.
"W-well... you can always tell me if you start feeling lightheaded," Kaito muttered, but it came out weak and unconvincing as he went to grab his own towel.
Kokichi scoffed, wiping the remaining droplets off his cheeks and neck. "Yeah, right. Momota-chan doesn't listen to what I say at all. Once you're horny enough you turn into a dumb, deaf dog."
"Hah!? That's not true! I listen!" Kaito insisted, looking offended as he wiped down his torso. He seemed to decide it wasn't worth the hassle of arguing when Kokichi ignored him, opening the door so he could let in the air conditioning. The crisp air outside the bathroom hit him in a refreshing wave, fending away the steam and helping to clear his mind.
His back turned, and he heard the sound of Kaito unpopping the drain plug to the tub. Then Kaito spoke up behind him. "Ouma, you're dripping all over the floor. Let me dry ya off before you catch a cold." Before Kokichi could protest, Kaito had draped a fluffy white towel over his damp head and was pushing it back and forth, drying up the excess moisture that had soaked through his hair.
"I know how to use a towel," Kokichi huffed, but made no physical move to stop him. He just made annoyed noises but stayed rooted in place, letting Kaito pat him down while he crossed his arms over himself. It felt... nice. Kaito hadn't pampered him in months, and Kokichi hadn't realized how accustomed to the astronaut's touch he'd gotten until it was gone. If he wasn't feeling so overwhelmed at that moment, he'd think it funny how focused Kaito was on someone else's wellbeing even with his dick still stiff between his legs.
Kaito stopped suddenly, his fingers pausing in midair. Kokichi tilted up his chin to find Kaito studying him, a strangely unreadable expression crossing his features.
"What?"
The astronaut shook his head, his expression clearing, and he resumed drying Kokichi off. "Nothin'."
"They didn't teach you how to be a better liar at the space station," Kokichi commented.
"Shut it. I... dunno how to say it out loud, so I'm just gonna put it like that. Nothin'."
Kokichi let his eyes fall to the floor. Enough of this sappy shit. He'd rather focus on getting laid.
Besides, Kokichi couldn't take it anymore; the constant tickling sensations were making him squirm. "Momota-chan, that's enough..." he mumbled, lightly pushing Kaito away by the shoulders. But he kept his hands lingering there, framing Kaito's collarbones. He gazed up at the taller male through his fluttering eyelashes, turning on the charm.
"You said... you couldn't wait any longer, right...?" Kokichi cocked his head, knowing precisely just how innocent he looked. If he could convince himself his bashfulness was all an act, it felt less disempowering.
Judging by the way his magenta eyes suddenly darkened, it seemed Kaito caught onto what the leader was saying. Without hesitation Kaito pulled him in for a heated kiss, letting the towels fall to the floor as he slid his hand up Kokichi's side, his thumb tracing over the smaller's spine. Kokichi leaned in against him, pressing their hips together and moaning softly when he felt Kaito's erection rub briefly against his belly.
Then Kaito was picking him up again, cradling Kokichi close against him so he wouldn't be too cold, carrying him towards the bed and kissing him all the while. Kokichi wrapped his arms around Kaito's neck to steady himself, and as Kaito laid him down on the bed, Kokichi let his arms stay there, feeling the gentle heat of Kaito's dampened skin against his own.
Kokichi could feel his heart hammering in his chest. The last time they'd done this had been so long ago; it seemed like ages. But even with all that time to prepare his heart, the anticipation was more than enough to make him feel light-headed all over again.
Kaito broke the kiss, his lips brushing against Kokichi's jaw, and he murmured quietly against the shorter's ear, "Lemme get the lube." He nuzzled up under Kokichi's chin, kissing him again before he rolled back onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he searched through the bedside dresser for a bottle of lube.
Kokichi laid on his back in that moment, trying to get his breathing in order. He watched Kaito's taut back muscles flexing, his solid physique outlined by the lamplight as he rummaged through the drawers, the way his damp hair clung to his neck. His eyes fell to the cock bobbing between Kaito's thighs and he almost whimpered before looking up instead, focusing on the glow-in-the-dark sticker stars pulsing on the ceiling. Then to the dresser in the corner, whose surface was overflowing with heroic action figures. The decor was a welcome reminder that Kaito was the same childish numbskull he'd always been.
Without Kaito's flushed skin, still hot from the bath, pressing against him, Kokichi felt chilly all of a sudden. He idly considered slipping on one of Kaito's T-shirts... but then the thought occurred to him that he still hadn't returned the dozen or so of Kaito's shirts that he'd secretly borrowed for himself while the astronaut was away. Kokichi could only hope he could get them washed and back in the closet before Kaito noticed they were missing. Though that was probably wishful thinking at this point.
The day just couldn't get more humiliating. Thinking this, Kokichi closed his eyes and turned over on his belly before Kaito could trap him in the missionary position. He tried not to make it too obvious because that would be a weakness in and of itself, but he really hated showing Kaito his face during sex. He was definitely opposed to it now when he could feel his control over his emotions slipping away every second--and he knew how much Kaito liked to take advantage of those moments.
He could tell by how the mattress shifted that Kaito was crawling over him, giving a satisfied hum but no further commentary. Kokichi buried his face in the pillows, wordlessly canting his hips a little, his plea obvious to anyone with half a brain: Just fuck me already.
Kaito murmured something like, "There you go," and Kokichi grimaced, wanting to snap at him but wanting to just get fucked even more. His body gave an involuntary little jerk when he felt one of Kaito's hands skim over his ass, lightly groping the fat--only to give the boy a real surprise when Kaito used a thumb to pull Kokichi's left ass cheek aside, exposing his hole to the cool air.
"It's so pink," Kaito marveled, his tone appreciative. Kokichi bit his lip in frustration; he lowered his forehead against his arms, his jumpy heart rattling his ribcage.
"A-ah--who cares, it's nothing you haven't seen before," he blurted out, hunching away uncomfortably under the sensation of his most intimate parts being studied under Kaito. He found himself wishing for a power outage so that the dim lamplight from the bedside table would quit exposing him.
"Hmm?" Kaito's response was a distracted murmur. "Sure, but it's been a while. I couldn't even get a good look in the videos you sent me."
Kokichi felt his ears burning. He'd forgotten about that.
"I gotta thank ya for that. It definitely helped," Kaito hummed, "but you're way cuter in person." He used his other thumb to pull back Kokichi's right ass cheek, so there was nothing left to expose.
Kokichi normally perked up at the sound of Kaito's praise, but his priority at the moment was to keep quiet and not let Kaito notice how embarrassed he was becoming. He could imagine Kaito smirking down at him, but he couldn't bring himself to meet his gaze.
His stomach twisted in knots as Kaito's fingers grazed his rim and traced in circles, teasing him. "I don't want to hear about your gross perversions right now, Momota-chan," Kokichi said in his best tight, controlled voice. "So why don't you just--hyahn!"
The unexpected movement made his heart jump into his throat when he felt the first press of Kaito's wet tongue against his hole. He yelped but quickly muffled the sound into the pillow in his arms. His head lifted enough to turn around and look at what was happening, and he was met with Kaito's smug grin.
"You know, this might work even better than lube," he said, before tracing the flat head of his tongue over Kokichi's slit. It tickled slightly as he dragged it up and down the puckered ring, and Kokichi bit his lip hard to keep from squealing when it slipped right inside him.
Kokichi meant to insult him for being a perverted freak, but what came out instead was: "I-I told you I already prepared myself, so--!" He gasped, but his hips bucking involuntarily did nothing to help his case. He felt Kaito remove his tongue to say, "Ah, but how do I know that's not a lie?"
"You know it's--" Kokichi cut himself off with a frustrated noise, using his calf to whack the side of Kaito's torso.
Kokichi could practically hear the self-satisfied smile in Kaito's voice when he replied, "Chill out. Doesn't hurt to be careful," the hair of his goatee scratching against Kokichi's ass cheeks.
Then he plunged back inside, flicked his tongue around, licking and sucking Kokichi's sensitive flesh until the smaller boy moaned and grabbed desperately at the sheets with both hands, shivering and gasping as he got tonguefucked. This was far from the first time Kaito had eaten his ass--in fact, it was such a recurring kink of the astronaut's that Kokichi had come up with all sorts of ways to mock him for it once upon a time. But besides the very first time, he could never remember having such a visceral reaction as he did at that moment. The combination of Kaito's rough tongue lapping him up, and his rugged hands roaming over the smaller's body--it all had Kokichi melting into the bed.
"You're gross... Momota-chan..." he mumbled helplessly, squirming his hips back against Kaito, unable to do anything else at the moment. Sticky beads of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades, the wetness making the bedspread cling to his skin. He was starting to rapidly lose control and Kokichi didn't know if he would ever find his way back to it.
It wasn't entirely surprising when he felt a finger wriggle up his hole, and then another one. Kaito started coaxing the taut walls of his anus open, spreading Kokichi's muscles apart so he could better fit his tongue inside. The wet slurping noises made him cringe inwardly, but Kaito's other hand was wrapped around his legs and fondling his balls and dick, making him forget all about the sudden and embarrassing invasion he was currently enduring.
"Hah... ah..." A trail of drool had dripped down Kokichi's chin and pooled on the sheets, his inhibitions dropping away completely as he gave in and started grinding against Kaito's hot, wet mouth, every muscle in him coiling as Kaito's tongue and fingers worked their magic. The sensation of the larger male's thick digits pumping in and out of him, rubbing harshly against his prostate, made the leader's body feel electric; the strain of his dick against the bedsheets was unbearable, his toes curling and his stomach tightening as he held himself together by a single thin string.
He felt Kaito removing his mouth, his lips leaving Kokichi's spasming hole to trail up and over his spine, his fingers still working him slow and sweet. "Think you're ready for me, baby?"
I've been ready this whole time, you bastard, Kokichi wanted to scream, but what came out was an incoherent garble, a: "Mmngh." He couldn't think straight anymore. He felt weak and boneless. He could have cum right there, but he needed to do it on Kaito's cock, needed what the dildos and the toys had failed to give him while the astronaut was away.
Kaito tugged his fingers free and Kokichi shivered at the loss, but could do nothing but brace himself as Kaito moved between his spread legs. He lay there with his face in the pillow while Kaito kissed the back of Kokichi's neck, his cheek, his earlobe. He gripped Kokichi's thighs tightly, squeezing them as he lowered himself over the smaller boy, then took Kokichi in his arms as his weight pressed him down onto the mattress.
The next thing he knew, Kaito's wet dick was rubbing between his ass cheeks, slicking him up. Kaito must have lubed up his dick while Kokichi was so woefully distracted. Kokichi's body twitched at the sensation, but he kept his mouth clamped shut--he wouldn't beg or plead for what he knew was coming.
As if on cue, Kaito started murmuring into his neck between kisses. "You missed this cock that much?" he rasped, his voice low and strained and full of lust. "Tell me how much you want it then. Come on, baby."
Kokichi grumbled into the pillow, "Fuck off."
He heard a low chuckle in the back of Kaito's throat. Kaito never did like it when he gave in too easily.
"Missed you too," Kaito murmured, and then Kokichi's eyes widened as Kaito parted his cheeks with the head of his cock, opening him up.
It was like his mind went blank and his brain stopped functioning altogether as Kaito began to push inside of him. Kokichi gave a little cry, the unexpected pressure making his eyes roll up in his head. He dug his fingernails into the bedding, trying to stave off the shock of penetration.
The initial sting of pain shooting up his spine gradually dulled to numbness, the only sense he was capable of registering being that fat cock gliding in deeper until he could feel the thick veins stroking his inner walls. He faintly heard Kaito groaning, "So tight," in his ear as the astronaut pushed himself into the little body beneath him, slowly sinking his length in deeper, inch by inch. Kokichi just whined, stretched open and vulnerable as his rectum struggled to accept the intrusion of the bigger boy's cock. Kokichi's petite build had become unused to this treatment over the past months, so Kaito couldn't fit himself all the way just yet.
Momota-chan, Momota-chan's inside me. So big. Inside. The jumbled thoughts spun through Kokichi's head in a delirium, sending waves of pleasure coursing from his core to his fingertips, his toes, his scalp. His tongue fell out of his mouth and hung limply from his slack jaw as Kaito came to a stop within him, and Kokichi let out a long breathless moan as he relaxed back into the bed with Kaito cradled against his back.
"You all right? Not too much?" Kaito asked, stroking Kokichi's hair the way he liked.
Kokichi panted a bit as he tried to form coherent sentences, and eventually managed to mumble, "Mm-mmm."
"Good job."
Dazedly, Kokichi ran one of his palms over the surface of his belly, feeling the hard ridges of his ribs under his fingers. Ah. His stomach was still completely flat. Kaito still wasn't deep enough inside him to form a small bump like he always did. It had been a little scary the first time, but now he was used to it and rather liked the way it looked, like Kaito was a part of him. He knew Kaito liked it too.
Kaito gave a few lazy test thrusts, but his cock remained only halfway buried without getting any deeper. Kokichi's eyes fluttered and his chest heaved, the motion of the larger boy's hips swaying him gently. "M... Momota-chan," Kokichi began, lightly nudging one of Kaito's arms planted near his head. "Put it... put it in all the way already..."
"Hah? I can't yet, you're too tight. Did you only masturbate with your fingers while I was gone? Or are all your toys smaller than me?"
The way Kaito could ask such straightforward and insensitive questions was oftentimes amusing, or it was infuriating. Like right now. Kokichi grunted, pushing his hips back against Kaito only to get more frustrated when his insides resisted, refusing to be penetrated fully. It had been a similar case when they first started having sex; Kaito wasn't able to fully enter him until their third or fourth try. Now, Kokichi was desperate to be fucked properly, to feel every last inch of Kaito's member stretching him to his limits. He wanted to be taken hard and rough, not as gently as he was now. But even with lust running high inside him, Kokichi was still smart enough to realize the quickest way to accomplish this.
Better to beg for it now, when Kaito wasn't expecting it. Kokichi turned his head, pouting his lips at Kaito as he mewled, "But I need it... I need Momota-chan's cock..." Kokichi rolled his hips against the larger male's pelvis, conjuring tears to well up in the corners of his glittering doe eyes. "I waited so long, and I've been good... so please...?"
Through the false tears blurring his vision, he could see Kaito's Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his jaw clenching and unclenching. Kokichi imagined the gears turning in his lover's head. Sure, he probably saw straight through Kokichi's puppy dog eyes. But that didn't make Kokichi's appearance any less tantalizing or make his needy pleas any less effective.
Kokichi's lips split into a frown when Kaito hesitated. "Well, if Momota-chan's not going to do it, I'll just have to find a toy to satisfy me inste--"
Kaiton sighed heavily through his nostrils for a long second before he spoke in a low voice.
"Don't come crying to me later, got it?"
With that, he crossed his arms around Kokichi's middle and yanked him up so that Kokichi was in his lap, his back still slotted against Kaito's chest. Then he clasped his hands over Kokichi's waist, positioning him over the tip of Kaito's cock, and slammed him all the way down.
"Hah--!" Kokichi felt as if the air had been punched out of him the moment Kaito forced him down onto the full length of his dick, his back arching as he was stuffed. Kokichi's entire body convulsed, panting through gritted teeth as his vision wavered between blurry and pitch-black before clearing. It felt like his organs had been rearranged, everything shoved up in between his ribs to make way for the rock-hard shaft lodged deep within him. He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't speak, could barely breathe; the wind had been knocked out of him in one go, leaving him blinded by pain and pleasure. The intensity was so fierce he barely noticed the semen spurting from the tip of his cock and spraying across the sheets.
"Ouma?" Kaito whispered, sounding perplexed. "Uh, did you...?"
The rest of his sentence drifted into oblivion, lost amongst the sound of labored breathing. Kokichi's felt the accrued tension in his muscles loosen and Kaito's dependable arms held him up, supporting him. Once he came down from the high of his orgasm, the realization of what had just happened brought Kokichi crashing back down to his new reality: he'd climaxed just from Kaito fully entering him. His eyes snapped open wide, staring up at Kaito in panic.
The astronaut stared back, his lips quirked awkwardly. "Uh... guess you weren't lying when you said you really needed it..."
A hot blush washed over Kokichi's face. He swiveled his gaze away, mortified, locking eyes on the group of action figures. Anything but Kaito. "Are... are you that stupid?" His voice cracked as he began to spout off lies. Unfortunately, it seemed Kaito had fucked the cleverness right out of him. "I-I would never cum from stupid Momota-chan's useless pencil dick, not in a million years! Th-that was just a coincidence, that was nothing, it had nothing to do with you, I swear it--oohhh fuck--"
"Hey hey, easy there, don't start hyperventilating." Kaito shifted his hips, gently but still enough to make Kokichi groan. He lifted up a hand to smooth Kokichi's bangs out of his wet face. "I got it, it was just a coincidence. Just ah, just the wind."
His brain too scrambled to argue further, Kokichi gave a weak nod, closing his eyes as he listened to what he knew was false reassurance. He nestled back into Kaito's chest and let the taller boy stroke his head until he calmed down. Kokichi hadn't noticed it until now, but at some point he'd started crying, hot tears spilling down his cheeks as he struggled to adjust. Even though he'd orgasmed, he was still seated on a cock whose girth and length meant he wouldn't be able to stay in that position for long. His ass was starting to ache.
He wasn't sure if he was crying because of the pain or because of the pleasure, but either way, he couldn't stop himself. It wasn't exactly uncommon for Kokichi to get teary-eyed during sex, but Kaito never acknowledged it, which he was grateful for. Kaito simply planted kisses on the back of his head, murmuring close to his ear. "You need a break?"
If Kokichi was in a clearer state of mind, he'd snap back, "So much for 'don't come crying to me', huh?" Failing that, he shook his head furiously, trying to blink away the annoying tears that obstructed his sight. He ran his hand over the top of his belly, and his whole body gave a pleased tremble when he felt the slight bulge of Kaito's cock trapped inside him.
Kokichi whimpered, trying to get some air into his lungs as he inhaled raggedly. He was so overwhelmed, and he was already so sore, but he felt more alive than he had in months. He tried to retort with his usual bite, something like "Don't you dare take it out." But instead what came out of his mouth was: "N-no. I want Momota-chan."
"I'm not going anywhere," Kaito said, pressing a kiss to the top of Kokichi's head.
Liar, Kokichi thought, and more tears streaked down his cheeks.
In the end, it took several moments of gentle rocking before Kokichi relaxed enough for Kaito to find the right rhythm to fuck him, really fuck him. Using both hands, he lifted Kokichi by the waist, tilting him at an angle so that Kaito could penetrate him thoroughly, each thrust of his hips bouncing the smaller boy over Kaito's shaft. Kokichi extended his arms behind himself to clutch at Kaito's neck, holding on for dear life as his growing erection flopped uselessly in the air, squirting residual droplets of cum onto the bed beneath them. Each sharp stroke against his prostate had Kokichi moaning, filthy and uncontrolled--"ah, ah, ah, ah, mm, ah, ah!"--unable to stifle his sounds as the pleasure began to spread through his veins; each heavy thrust inside of him made the skin below his belly button poke out obscenely, and he felt like it was going to break, his insides stretched so thin he might burst open if Kaito fucked him any harder.
He could feel his inner muscles gripping Kaito's cock, milking it, squeezing him for all he was worth. His hips moved back and forth on their own, grinding against Kaito's pelvis as he tried to ride him properly, but the angle was off. Kaito was pulling him up and dropping him down again like Kokichi weighed nothing, using him, leaving Kokichi incapable of anything but writhing around in his lover's lap.
Kaito's ragged breaths were audible through the room, and Kokichi could hear the strain in his voice when Kaito spoke, gravelly from exertion. "You're doing so well, baby--so pretty with my cock in you, so fucking good--" He tapered off to a low moan as he pulled Kokichi up by the midsection and slammed him down onto his dick again.
The tip of Kaito's cock hit that special spot in Kokichi's body where he always went over the edge; he cried out in response to the blazing sensation that made his toes curl up. "Momo--taaaa--" Kokichi sobbed, barely coherent. "Ah, ah, nn, don't stop, don't stop, ohh--! Momota-chan--!"
Just as requested, Kaito kept pounding him relentlessly, until Kokichi's cries grew hoarse and he collapsed onto the sheets, shuddering into another spasm of ecstasy. And Kaito fucked him right through it; grunting into his ear as he came deep inside of him, his seed spilling thick and hot inside of Kokichi's core.
They didn't stop there. Before Kokichi had even caught his breath, Kaito had flipped him around and pried apart his legs, pinning him to the mattress; the man's cock hard between his thighs.
"M...Momota-chan," he stammered, eyes widening, "don't tell me you already... ah, ahn, aaahh--!"
Kokichi learned firsthand the full extent of the ultimate astronaut's stamina that night.
***
They'd tried every position in the book by the time Kokichi finally begged him to stop, collapsing into a sweaty heap on the bed, the sun rising over the horizon outside the window. They were both too exhausted to do anything but cuddle and sleep, tangled in each other's arms.
It was late in the afternoon when Kaito stirred, rolling over to press a kiss to Kokichi's temple. "Good mornin'." The astronaut looked to be in ridiculously high spirits; there was a healthy glow to his skin, like he'd just spent the week at a luxury spa getting massaged and steam bathed.
Kokichi couldn't relate. "No it isn't," he groaned, snuggling closer into Kaito's embrace. The blanket wrapped around him smelled faintly like sweat, mingled with Kaito's musky scent. He didn't even want to think about the mess they must've left behind last night--the sheets were probably stained beyond repair anyway. "My ass is gonna fall outta my pants if I stand up."
"Er, about that. My bad."
"If you're really sorry, you'll do ten backflips on the roof while reciting an oath of fealty to my organization, followed by doing five laps around the local senior center wearing nothing else besides your underoos and my horse mask."
Kaito frowned. "Hell no. I'd send the geezers there into cardiac arrest."
"That's the only part you take issue with, huh." Probably for the best. Kaito's grandma's friends were already crazy enough over him as it was. "I'm trying to spice up your training regiment, Momota-chan."
"Uh huh, thanks." Kaito yawned, stretching his arms above his head before turning over to give Kokichi a soft peck on the cheek. "How about I run by the store and grab you a Panta instead?" That was usually how he suppressed Kokichi's bad mood after fucking him senseless. That or some other kind of sweet treat.
Kokichi fidgeted, clinging to Kaito's arm. He didn't want Kaito to go anywhere just yet, but he was hesitant to display any more neediness than he already had. It would only make it harder and harder to convince the world that his feelings for Kaito weren't anything serious. "...Hmph. Fine. Make it a six pack."
"I'll be right back, okay?" Kaito kissed Kokichi one more time and then rolled off of him, crawling out of bed and heading for his closet.
"And buy some new sheets while you're at it," Kokichi quipped.
Kaito took one glance at the bed and seemed to agree. Before he started dressing himself though, he picked a book from a cluttered shelf and tossed it Kokichi's way. Kokichi blinked slowly after it landed on the pillow in front of him, not sure what to say. The title and blurb on the cover indicated it was about space safety and humans in spaceflight.
"Read up on that while I'm gone, all right?" Yanking one of his shirts off a coat hanger, Kaito pointed at the book as if Kokichi needed help comprehending what he was referring to. "It covers the basics and the terminology is easy to understand, even if you're not educated on the topics like me."
Kokichi decided not to touch on the condescension in that statement. "...And why should I do that?"
Kaito gave him a look like it was obvious as he popped his head out of the shirt's collar. "'Cause--you got me thinking yesterday. The primary concern for astronauts right now should be paving the road for civilians to go into space as soon as possible." He shrugged his shoulders casually, but the intensity of his gaze made it clear how important this matter was to him. "It's beneficial for the future of mankind. And me."
Kokichi tilted his head, watching the man dress himself. So Kaito had been thinking about all of this last night? And what exactly 'got him thinking'? Kokichi couldn't remember saying anything to him about it. Instead of bringing up that, or how ludicrous it was to believe that Kaito alone would be able to influence the course of spaceflight that much in their lifetimes, Kokichi fell back into his teasing persona. "How rude. I'm not some stinky civilian, I'm the ultimate supreme leader." He poked at his chest. "I have an official ranking in the Elite Organization of Evil, Momota-chan. A rank that puts me in line for a spot on the next interstellar starship to leave Earth's solar system!"
Kaito rolled his eyes, tugging on his shoes. "It's the opposite, dumbass. Criminals are going to be the last ones to get a shot at space travel."
"Not if my organization builds its own spaceship first! I'll read this and use its knowledge to beat you there, you fool!"
Kaito snorted, but the sound was fond. After retrieving his wallet from his pile of clothes on the floor, he reached down to ruffle up Kokichi's hair, and the smaller boy had to restrain himself from leaning into the touch. "I don't really care how you do it--just hurry up so you can join me up there. I've always thought if I ever got married, I'd wanna do it on the moon."
Huffing at that parting bit of nonsense, Kokichi watched through narrowed eyes as Kaito left the room, closing the door behind him. "Of course you would, you predictable..."
...
Wait.
What?