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At some point, a perverse kind of longing had swelled within Kiku's chest. Simply put, his longing was for a certain someone. Kiku could not be called a romantic person- far from it, he was a rather matter-of-fact kind of person, someone without flowery words or a natural charisma that would draw others to him. But despite his tacit and rather pragmatic personality, he still held a certain kind of impractical feeling in his chest. Not only did he have feelings for someone, but they were strong feelings at that... ones that he was not used to feeling about anyone. It was the kind of feeling that certain others might mock you for, should they know you had such lovey-dovey kind of affections, saying that kind of secret obsession should not exist in anyone's heart.
At first, Kiku had vowed to himself that he would take these secret feelings to the grave. Loving someone was not shameful, but when he realized that he felt the way he did, the only thing he could feel was shame. Why was that? He hadn't known why he had felt so ashamed of what he was certain was a one sided affection. Sure, that person might not like him back, but affection was natural, and there was nothing wrong with it. Even if it was one sided, it wasn’t like he had made himself feel this way. There was nothing wrong with his affections, he knew logically this was true, but he still had apprehension, feeling like he was carrying some dreadful secret within himself.
These days, in the 21st century, if Kiku opened up about these feelings to a friend, they might tell him that he was far overthinking things, and he should just shoot his shot, so to speak. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain, after all. But he was a nation, and Kiku had these feelings ebbing and flowing within his heart for over a hundred years now. A hundred years or so ago, the feelings that Kiku had were not so approved by society, and not just for reasons like sex or gender… After all, the person who Kiku liked so well was a foreigner- a fellow island nation from a place that had seemed so very far away.
That person was none other than Arthur Kirkland- someone that Kiku had only ever heard of, but not known, for most of his life. At first, knowing the existence of an island nation all the way in Europe was only somewhat worthy of note, but it was nothing remarkable, nothing that had truly impacted Kiku’s life in one way or the other. If you had told the 16th century Honda Kiku that his affection would one day be tightly in the grasp of a distant European man’s hands, he would have laughed at you, incapable of understanding, let alone believing, a concept like that. But as centuries passed, things changed, and one day that seemingly vague impression of a European man showed up on his doorstep…
Looking back at it now, the first time he desired to behold Arthur Kirkland, it should have been during their first alliance. It was the second time when Arthur had visited Japan under the alliance. The two were already quickly becoming something akin to friends, and they had some odd chemistry together. One of those nights, they had both been drunk, and people were far less cautious back then… That was to say, they slept together. If either one of them regretted it, it wasn’t apparent, because they had ended up together almost every single night during Arthur’s stay after that.
Despite this, back then, even if Kiku had found Arthur unspeakably attractive, he would not have called those feelings 'love'. He hadn't really known Arthur, didn't really understand the western world, and while Arthur was very nice to him, you couldn't undo hundreds of years of isolation so easily. Both nations had agreed that a mutual fling between them, while fun, was nothing more than that. And leaving their relationship, wherever it stood back then, should have been fine.
...Should have been fine. But maybe it had been bad that Kiku, who was normally so good with self discipline, slept with Arthur all the subsequent times they met under their alliance. Something like this was uncharacteristic of Kiku. He had always been respectful towards other nations, always been cordial to them… He had even called a handful of nations friends at some point. But just what would you call a relationship with someone where you were climbing into his bed every single night you were in the same vicinity together?
He wouldn't admit it.
He wouldn't admit it, wouldn't admit it, and still wouldn't admit it… not even to himself.
He had grown feelings for that other island nation that he had once felt he had no hope of understanding. He refused to say something that sounded so ridiculous, so terrifying, aloud. What use did having feelings serve him, anyways? There was no need to do anything drastic. Even if he did love someone, he couldn't go against his country.
For many years, people in his country thought that Europeans were all barbarians. It was said that most Europeans supposedly couldn't read or write the simplest characters written in poetry books, they didn't take baths in sentou bath houses, and they even couldn't use chopsticks, with most resorting to eating with their hands. Kiku had already known that most of these rumors about Europeans were twisted versions of the truth, but it was still hard to erase such a strange image from his mind. Surely if Kiku ever got to know such a person, they would have nothing in common.
But after meeting this barbarian who’s name happened to be Kirkland Arthur, he realized that this barbarian was unusually sophisticated and handsome looking, with a voice that sounded strangely alluring whether it was speaking unnecessarily complicated English, or butchering simplistic Japanese inflections. He was even quite knowledgeable when it came to things like gardening and tea culture.
Arthur told Kiku many stories about the western world, something that was a growing interest to him. He was surprisingly pleasant to be around, and Kiku tentatively decided that he liked Arthur well enough, even if there were parts of him that he had yet to understand.
But even if he liked Arthur, he didn’t like Arthur- that was what he told himself.
After all, even if the two of them were both nations, Arthur was still a foreigner- he could never stay in Japan. Feelings for a foreigner, even if Kiku happened to have any, were probably best left to rot silently in his chest.
To his detriment, he finally admitted those feelings to himself as their countries were preparing to go to war, when it had been far too late.
Of course, even that had been years ago. It was the 21st century now. He and Arthur had long since made up, and through a series of world meetings and alliances, the two had spent enough time together that they could even call each other friends- a word that the 20th century Kiku wouldn't have dared to utter.
And all of that was well and good, but Kiku had a problem...
It was as if those feelings that he had intended to let rot in his chest had actually fermented, and they must have turned into wine, for when Kiku thought of Arthur, it were as if he were no longer sober.
These kinds of feelings were not feelings that friends had for each other. Friends didn't want to brush the others hair back and kiss their forehead, nor did they want to lick the other's Adam's apple, nor did they want to pull all of the other's clothes off at a world meeting and press him down on the-
...It was a bad case. He didn't need a doctor's diagnosis to know that. He wanted Arthur. He wanted Arthur badly.
But if only his troubles ended there! Surely, if his libido was just higher than normal, he could have dealt with the matter like he always did. Just let it out, right? He had never been prudish. It had never been a problem for him to masturbate, and his libido should have been regulated as such. But why was it that these days, whenever he was letting it out, he was dreaming of those nights so many years ago, when the two of them could not be pulled apart? Why could he still hear Arthur's voice crying his name in his ear, even now?
If it was just a matter of barefaced lust for another man, Kiku would have been fine. It would have been fine, if only these romantic feelings had not wormed his way into his heart.
Wasn’t love supposed to feel wondrous? As if you were on cloud nine, like being in a beautiful field of flowers wrapped in warm sunlight? But instead, it were as if he were drowning, unable to swim up for how the hot water caressed his body. The harder he had fought these feelings, the farther down in the ocean he found himself. It was a revolting development that had no obvious way out.
He knew that he had reached a level of longing that was no longer socially acceptable, and it had even started to be a detriment to himself. He was well aware that such strong feelings would eventually eat him alive, if he didn't do something about them soon. It was inappropriate, the way he felt- logically, he knew that. Sure, Arthur had slept with him some number of times almost a hundred years ago. But the two hadn’t slept together since their initial alliance had ended- everything their relationship had been in the modern age fell strictly within the realm of platonism. Just because they had slept together before doesn’t mean that Arthur would want to be together now…
But there was only one way to find out. And of course, if Arthur didn't end up liking him in the same way, then c'est la vie. He would take his broken heart and move on. In fact, it would be better to break his heart sooner rather than later, so he could start healing.
ー 〇 ー
That was why he had come here, anyways.
"You... Why did you come all the way to London this week?"
It was well into the evening, but the ordinarily dark night sky was streaked by the lights of the surrounding city, and the stars could not be seen. The two of them had gone for a walk after having dinner with the others, with Arthur having led Kiku to a park. Arthur had stopped, saying that he wanted to smoke for a bit- a habit that he still hadn't kicked, apparently. Even though they had stopped by a park bench, neither of them bothered sitting on it.
Instead, Arthur was leaning against an old looking lamp post, the lamp post casting a hazy orange light down on his features. He had a pretty face that was for once not cast in a scowl, his bushy brows that were normally knit together were relaxed, with his green eyes half-lidded, he looked as if he might fall asleep on the walk home. His dusty blonde hair was messy as it always was, and it looked as if he were keeping it rather short during these summer months.
Kiku thought that the beige glen check suit Arthur was wearing had looked rather good on him, but he must have hated it, because he had lost the tie at the restaurant, tossed his jacket over his shoulder, and had even torn open some of the buttons on his shirt, revealing two clavicles that were protruding from his pale skin. There was a line of translucent smoke rolling lazily up from soft pink lips, their gentle shape attracting his gaze. Kiku had to remind himself not to stare, because the expression on his face must have been very strange.
Arthur spoke again, seeing as Kiku hadn't answered him. "Why did you bother coming all the way to London, anyways? Sure, all those Nordic guys are here, but, there wasn't really a reason for you to attend an ecological meeting on snow preservation. I mean, don't get me wrong, anyone was allowed to come, but it's just that... It's kinda boring, right? Such hyper-specific information exchanges..."
Kiku smiled a bit sheepishly. "Did I bother you? I'm sorry if that's the case."
Arthur shook his head. "You don't bother me, I was just... confused, I guess. I mean, I am happy to see you..." He added the last part softly.
"I'm glad to hear that,” Kiku paused, the strange look on his face growing even stranger. “If I can be honest, I don't really have a special interest in specific snow preservation techniques. I actually just came to London on a whim."
"On a whim?” This answer surprised Arthur, who knew that following random whims was outside of Kiku's usual behavior.
“Yes, I hope I don't sound strange, but I was actually hoping to see you again.”
Even though Kiku felt bashful about the words he was saying, it was Arthur's face that was dusted in pink.
“Y-you were hoping to see me?” Arthur echoed the words as if he couldn't believe it. Even though what Kiku had said wasn't profound by any means, the words still held an odd gravity to them.
“I was actually thinking a lot about you…”
Arthur was someone who was sensitive to sentimental words, and he couldn't take such serious words with a stoic expression. He almost dropped the cigarette from his fingers to the pavement below.
Seeing that he was so surprised made Kiku feel somewhat guilty. He bowed his head slightly.
“Sorry, that probably sounds really weird, right? But to tell you the truth, I have something even stranger to say to you,” Kiku said, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
Arthur couldn't imagine just what the other had in mind. He felt a bit anxious, but he tried to laugh it off, and shook his head. “You have something strange to tell me? I couldn't imagine what it'd be, mate. I mean, it's probably not actually that weird, right?”
Kiku was relatively tame, as far as nations that Arthur knew went. Sure, once you lived for a hundred or so years, everyone turned a bit weird, and for the most part it was in the nature of their being to live past a hundred or so… But comparatively speaking, Kiku was rather tame for a nation, wasn't he? So surely whatever he had to say couldn't be that shocking-
“Do you remember the first time that we had sex?”
“Y-you, what-!?” Arthur spluttered, completely taken aback.
His cigarette had finally hit the ground. There wasn't much of it left to smoke anyhow, not that he cared either way- his cigarette was completely forgotten the moment he heard Kiku speak.
“Sorry, I knew what I wanted to say was strange but… Well, I still want to say it.”
“And it has to do with the time when you and I had sex!?” For some reason, it took all of Arthur's nerves to spit the words out. Even as a grown man who should have been casual about something like sex, he still found that when he heard words like that coming out of Kiku's mouth, he grew embarrassed.
“Well, it is related to when we used to have sex, so, I thought I would bring it up. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to…”
Arthur seemed insulted at the suggestion of dropping the subject. “As if I could just forget about you bringing something like that at this point! I would always wonder what you had to say, it'd haunt me for years!” Arthur paused for a moment and quietly added, “And as if I could forget about the first time we had sex!”
Kiku laughed a bit at Arthur's bold response. He was feeling a bit anxious himself, even if he didn't show it on his face. But if he didn't bite the bullet and say it now, who knew when he'd have the nerve to say it?
“I can't forget it, either. It must have been your second visit after our alliance had started. Even though we couldn't speak each other's language so well, I was still quite fond of you. At first, I don't think I was able to recognize how much I liked you, so I never bothered to say anything. In fact, I think part of me desperately wanted to deny liking you, because I felt like a huge part of myself was changing, by liking you. So I told myself I didn't care about you as anything other than friends, even when I would already be missing you the morning after... And even when we were separated by the circumstances in our countries, and I finally realized how much I liked you, I still didn't say anything. It's not easy for me to say things like this, you know? But we've been around each other more and more lately, and all these memories keep coming to the surface… and recently, it’s become more suffocating to not say anything than it is to say something…
“I guess what I really want to say is, I like you, and I'm quite attracted to you.”
If Arthur was stunned before, he went into straight shock now. It was as if he had short-circuited, and his face was rendered completely expressionless. He couldn't possibly register all the things Kiku had said in such a short amount of time, how could he?
Seeing that Arthur couldn't find the words to reply, Kiku continued.
“I'm sorry… You don't have to respond to anything I said. It's probably really strange, hearing me say all that. Even though I knew it'd be unfair to you to say it all at once, I wanted to be selfish,” Kiku smiled a bit. It really was as if a great weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
Now it was Arthur's turn to laugh. “Well, you've got one thing right- I haven't a bloody idea what to say back to you. I…” If Arthur had anything more to say, the words had died in his throat. His tone had not been vicious, nor had it been mocking. It was simply one of shock. It wasn't in Kiku's nature to tell jokes or play around, which somehow made his words all the scarier. How could Arthur, who hadn't even expected to see Kiku until that morning, have been prepared to have this conversation this evening?
But when Kiku saw Arthur's face, he interpreted the expression for one of abject horror. Such an expression probably couldn’t mean anything good. Well, it was Kiku's responsibility- he was the one who dumped all his feelings on the poor unsuspecting British man.
“It’s alright. I never expected a response in the first place, so you don't have to think of one. Our relationship doesn't have to change any if you don't want it to,” Kiku had a peaceful expression on his face, one of relief. It seemed like he had resigned himself to rejection, at this point, “I just had to get it all off my chest. Thank you for letting me be selfish.”
Arthur cursed, a look of anger flashing across his face. “You've got one thing right! You really are selfish! You've just gone on and on about how much you like me, and then you say something like ‘our relationship doesn't have to change any’!? What the hell's all that about? Won't you at least give me the chance to respond?”
Now it was Kiku’s turn to be surprised. “You mean-?”
“I mean, I didn't expect what you said at all. I still can't even believe it. It's a lot to take in… But,” Arthur rubbed his arm a bit sheepishly, “I don't think I'm unhappy to hear how you feel. Actually, I think I might be a little too happy…”
Kiku's face began to feel warm, and his once calm disposition was starting to dissipate again. “You're happy...?”
“Only a little,” Arthur snapped, before he quietly corrected himself, “Or… maybe a lot?”
It was as if an arrow had hit the back of Kiku's head, and his mind was suddenly flooding with all the things he wished to do.
“Then, is it alright if I kiss you?” Kiku could hardly hear his own voice over the blood rushing in his ears.
“Need you ask, at this point?”
Kiku didn't bother to ask twice. Instead, he carefully took Arthur's chin into his hand. Leaning forward, he pressed their mouths together. It was a shy kiss- they hadn't pressed their mouths together like this in a hundred or so years. Even if they were happy, Arthur was a bit sheepish by nature, and Kiku was afraid of scaring Arthur off, so the kiss remained rather chaste.
When they pulled their mouths away from each other, Kiku realized that he had almost subconsciously pulled Arthur flush against his chest. He could feel the other's heart beating wildly through the thin fabric of their dress shirts.
They looked at each other for a long while, a tacit and mutual understanding could be found between them.
“...I was going to walk you to your hotel anyways,” Arthur said vaguely.
“Is that so? Afraid I'll get lost?” Kiku teased him a bit.
“If you can do it by yourself, then feel free…” Arthur snapped.
“No, I think I'd rather that Arthur help me, after all.”
Kiku had a slight coy smile on his face that Arthur hadn't seen in ages. It made his heart skip a beat.
“Then, come along. It's getting a bit late, after all. I'd hate to keep you out for too long.”
ー 〇 ー
And so, they walked back to Kiku's hotel room. It wasn't too far from downtown London- and it was probably nightmarishly expensive, based on the location. Well, it's not like Kiku hadn't saved up a lot of money over the years. Even if Kiku didn't spend his money on flashy or showy things, that didn't mean he used cheap things, either. Having been alive for so long, he had actually saved up ‘quite’ a bit- though, you'd probably never know it from looking at Kiku, who liked to keep his attire humble. His attractive and youthful face didn't betray any of his guileful abilities that were lying underneath the surface, and it certainly didn't betray any of his not-so-clean desires. It was something that had baffled Arthur when he first met Kiku, and he had underestimated him.
It would be best not to make the same mistake again.
They had finally made it back to the room Kiku was staying at, it seemed. Even though Arthur was doing his best to act casual, there were butterflies in his stomach. It had been a long time since he had done it with anyone, let alone done it with a fellow nation. He watched as Kiku dug around in his wallet for his key card.
“You sure do have some luxurious tastes when it comes to hotels,” Arthur commented absent-mindedly.
Kiku opened the door and they stepped inside. He took his shoes off out of habit, and Arthur noticed this, following suit and taking off his own shoes.
“Well, I guess this is something like a vacation for me, so I wanted it to be nice…” Kiku said.
Arthur could feel his heart in his throat, and his hands were numb for some reason.
“You've got some odd hobbies, mate- Even with the nice hotel, you still decided to come to listen to a committee meeting as part of a vacation. It's more than a little odd, I must say…”
Kiku tossed his suit jacket onto a chair in the room, pulling his tie off next.
“Perhaps my true hobbies are even stranger, then…”
“True hobbies?” Arthur asked like he didn't already have an idea to the answer.
When he responded, his voice was as light as a feather.
“Want me to show you?”
Kiku had taken a seat on the edge of the bed, he held his hand out gently with a soft expression on his face,
‘Ahh, this guy must be a good actor,’ Arthur thought in a haze.
That innocent face betrayed none of the man's salacious nature that he knew lied within him... He had ended up caught in the other's arms before he was even aware of it. It was a bit dangerous, how Kiku made him feel- something about him was so disarming. And while he didn't think that Kiku would ever do anything to seriously hurt him, it wasn't in Arthur's nature to let his guard down- regardless of who it was.
As the two’s lips became intertwined once more, their silhouettes merged into one against the backlighting of the surrounding city. Even though it has been so long, the kiss that they shared was not so gentle- on the contrary, it was a feverish kiss that spoke of a long suppressed desire that had built up between the two. As if to tease him, Kiku was sucking in Arthur's lower lip a little too much, causing it to swell slightly. Even if this action was arousing in some way, Arthur could hardly pay attention to it, because as they kissed, Kiku's hands were roaming around his body freely. While his touch was never more than a light brush, it was enough to drive him mad.
The two pulled away for air only when Arthur became irritated that he couldn't quite undress himself as freely as he liked. It has become insufferably hot, being clothed while sitting in Kiku's lap- and if he had to choose a way to fix this problem, then getting rid of his clothes should happen sooner rather than later.
The moment he ripped his buttons open and threw his shirt aside, he could feel Kiku's fingertips brush against the skin on his hips, tracing his torso up to his neck. His fingers felt a bit cool against him, though it wasn't an unpleasant feeling- he was burning up, and the feeling was a bit of a relief.
When those gentle fingers that were tracing the outline of Arthur's muscles accidentally brushed up against his nipples, he dug his fingernails into the other's shoulders. Of course, Kiku quite liked the feeling of fingernails digging into his shoulders and back, so he continued to ‘agitate’ Arthur in this way, being rewarded by crescent shaped divets in his skin.
It wasn't fair how Kiku seemed to remember all of Arthur's weak points so well- whether it was playing with his nipples, running his fingers along his carotid arteries, or running a hand along the back of his thighs- these were all things that he liked more than a little bit. Arthur would have assumed that Kiku had forgotten such specific details about him, but on the contrary, it seemed he had remembered them almost innately, as if he instinctively knew which things he liked. His movements were so certain, so sure, that it was almost like they hadn't been apart for years and years.
“Do you keep a diary at home about where your sexual partners' weak points are?” Arthur groaned a bit as he spoke, feeling a little self-conscious at how needy his voice sounded.
Kiku laughed a bit, thinking Arthur was joking. “No, I don't. Should I be keeping a diary?”
“It's not that you should be. It's just- it's weird… I can't help but feel like you seem to remember exactly which things I like,” Arthur admitted.
“Is it that strange to remember?” Kiku asked.
“Well, we've been around for a long time, yeah? There's a lot of rubbish to remember over the years… I just don't know why you'd bother remembering something like- Well, like this… ”
Kiku smiled a little vaguely. “I quite like remembering Arthur's favorite places… Though, I must say, it wasn't a conscious effort. You must have left quite an impression on me, before.”
Such words melted Arthur's heart, even if he was too stubborn to admit it. “You've got a silver tongue…” he murmured, turning his face towards the wall.
Kiku didn't quite know what he meant, but he didn't get time to ponder it as Arthur quickly changed the subject.
“Besides that-! It bothers me that you get to be the only one doing the touching. Wouldn't you rather it if I also touched you?” Arthur said, still feeling unusually hot.
“Well, we're touching right now, aren't we…?”
“I don't mean literally!” Arthur said, shaking his head, “I mean… wouldn't you like it, if I were to, say… use my mouth?”
Even if the meaning had been lost on him, Kiku would have understood what he meant immediately from the way that Arthur was fondling his lower half. But such an offer excited Kiku a little too much, and even just hearing Arthur's words made him grow harder…
“If you want to…” Kiku words were casual, but his hands were tremoring slightly as he reached for his belt.
It had been a while since Arthur had pleasured anybody with his mouth, but you wouldn't be able to tell from looking at him. As Kiku felt Arthur fondling his manhood, he struggled to hold back a string of unintelligible noises. Even just watching Arthur wrap his pink tongue and lips around his cock was almost too much too take. Kiku moaned at the raw sensation, and resolved that he should do his best to look at the hotel's ceiling- he probably wouldn't even last a minute if he watched the cute British guy of his dreams pleasuring him.
If Arthur was frustrated at how little control over Kiku he had before, then that was no longer a problem. As he moved his mouth gently along the shaft, he could feel Kiku's legs jolt beside his shoulders every now and again. Wanting a bit of revenge for earlier, Arthur didn't hold back, doing his best to make the other man writhe around in the sheets. And as it turned out, it was easy.
…Maybe too easy.
Kiku really must be far gone because he had even stopped being careful about grabbing Arthur's hair, whereas before, he was overly cautious about how he touched him. He now wrapped his fingers in the blonde strands, using the sensation of the soft hair as if to ground himself. He never pulled hard or yanked, but he no longer held any reserve in touching him.
Even just licking had become an unbearable sensation. Kiku had gotten too close to the edge and he knew it.
He tried to warn him, his voice shaking slightly. “Wait, I can't hold on much longer, I-”
Before he could even finish speaking, Kiku cried out, wrapping his legs around Arthur's shoulders. Arthur made no effort to remove his mouth as he came, and instead he took a laissez faire approach… which was how he ended up with a mouthful of cum.
After it seemed like Kiku had finished, Arthur pulled away, a little strand of white connecting the corner of his lips to the tip of Kiku's dick. Now finished with his work, Arthur spat the results into his own hand.
There was rather a lot, and still in somewhat of a daze himself, Arthur mentioned it. “You seemed a little pent up. Don't you ever jerk off?”
“I… I do it plenty on my own,” Kiku said between breaths, still a bit winded.
Arthur wanted to tease Kiku more, but he decided against it. He had a more pressing matter at hand.
“Well, it's none of my business anyways. Do you mind if I use this?”
Even though Arthur had asked Kiku for permission, he didn't wait for a response before he reached down for his own ass. He smeared the cum in his hand along his entrance, easily lubricating the surface. It was quite sticky, but there was certainly plenty to use, and Arthur’s fingers went in easily, almost as if he had used a proper lubricant. Arthur let out a little groan from his lips, sighing as he not so carefully prepared himself. While one hand was buried in his own ass, he used his free hand to grab his front, unable to resist the urge any longer.
Even though Kiku had just orgasmed, he was not unaffected by such a sight. On the contrary, he couldn't look away. Arthur, laying on his back in front of him, his pale legs spread apart while he played with his own cock and ass…
He really couldn't resist.
Kiku moved, pulling himself to sit in front of Arthur.
“You really want me to go in?” Kiku asked, his voice sounding strained.
Arthur wanted to balk at such a question. “...You don't want to?”
“No, I'm asking for your sake.”
“I wouldn't be doing all this, if I didn't want you to…”
Arthur was someone that didn't like to use words to communicate permission, because he was a sheepish kind of person. Even if he was dying to get fucked, he probably wouldn't say more explicit words than the ones he had already used- his stoic little heart couldn't take it. Luckily for him, he didn't have to use complicated words to express his needs, and Kiku understood what he wanted from just the look on his face.
Arthur had removed the fingers from his ass, a thin strand of cum briefly connecting his fingertip to his entrance before he pulled away. Right as he removed his own hand, it was replaced by Kiku's. Arthur moaned as he felt the other man press into him with his index and middle finger. He teased him, pressing against his prostate not long after he was inside, rubbing him gently.
“All ready?” Kiku asked.
Arthur swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.
“...Please don't make me beg.”
“I wouldn't dream of it.”
Kiku didn't waste any more time after that, having removed his fingers, it was only a moment before he pressed into Arthur with something much larger.
Arthur threw his head back against the mattress as he felt Kiku inside of him, biting his lip to suppress a moan. However, Kiku mistook this action for pain, and quickly apologized, “Are you alright?”
Kiku intended to pull out, but found that he could not, as Arthur had wrapped his legs around his back. He looked up at Kiku with red rimmed eyes, his brows furrowed slightly with pleasure. “I'm fine! Don’t worry so much. Just… won't you move already?”
How could Kiku say no to a face like that?
Without further ado, he began to move. He took it slowly, gently pulling in and out of the man underneath him, trying to get used to the rhythm. The heat and pressure of Arthur's insides was enough to drive him wild, and Kiku thought that it really was good that he already came once, or he wouldn't have been able to hold on at all in these conditions.
Kiku was moving far too slowly for Arthur's preference. At this pace, he could feel every centimeter of Kiku's cock as it pressed into him. Even being well lubricated, the friction of his dick rubbing inside of him was an unearthly feeling. Such a sensation was driving him mad, and he dragged his fingernails along Kiku's back, not even being conscious enough to not leave any marks.
“I've… been wanting to do this for a while…” Kiku admitted, his voice breathy as he spoke.
“You… I told you earlier, that I thought you should jerk off more-” Arthur's complaint was cut short by a thrust.
“It's not just that I wanted to do this with anyone. I really wanted to do this with you…” after a while, Kiku added quietly, “...I'm happy.”
If Arthur’s mind hadn't been too far gone to properly acknowledge what Kiku said, he would have bemoaned such ‘embarrassing’ words. But the feeling of the Kiku's dick in him was too distracting, and he could hardly pay attention to anything else. Kiku rubbed up against his prostate again, and Arthur jolted, gripping him tightly.
Kiku's thrusts were starting to pick up speed now, much to Arthur's joy. Kiku always started out too careful for Arthur's liking, having a part of him that was overly conscious of his partner's well-being (which was really a good thing, but regardless, Arthur didn't care so much for overly cautious behavior). The two had fallen into a proper rhythm, and Kiku was finally able to thrust his full length in easily. When Arthur felt Kiku pressed fully against him, he could only moan his name in response.
Arthur might have had a few favorite places that he liked to be touched, but they were simply things that he liked a little more than other things, and they probably couldn't be considered as a weakness. Kiku, on the other hand, had a weakness. It wasn't immediately apparent what weakness he had, if he had any, as he was very inexpressive by nature even during sex. But, the truth of the matter was that Kiku did have a weakness, and a rather big one at that. That weakness being that he quite liked when someone moaned his name in his ear…
No, he quite liked when Arthur moaned in his ear. And he more than just liked it- he was crazy for it.
“Kiku… It feels so good, Kiku…”
And when it was Arthur, he didn't have a prayer. He wanted to hear that sound again and again, and he would do anything to elicit those kinds of moans from him. Maybe that's why he has subconsciously remembered all of Arthur's ‘favorite’ places- because he was selfish, and he wanted to hear this man moaning his name senselessly again and again.
And so, Kiku did his best to hear Arthur's voice calling out for him. He pressed his lips just under Arthur's chin, leaving small marks along his neck, he aimed and thrust in deep just where Arthur seemed to like it. He would do anything to be rewarded by Arthur's sweet voice calling out for him, listening to his breathy moans cutting through the silence of the room. If that moan was a weakness, for Kiku, it was his Achilles' heel.
Arthur was driven to the edge first this time.
“Kiku, I… I think I'm gonna-”
There was no need to hold back, and with only a few more thrusts, Arthur came, spilling his seed between them. He cried out, moaning Kiku's name, wrapping his legs tightly around him. After something like that, Kiku couldn't hold any longer himself, thrusting a few final times before he came inside.
Arthur had buried his face in Kiku's silky black hair, his hot breath tickling the shell of his ear. He still had his arms locked around his neck, not letting him go.
Kiku collapsed beside Arthur, his chest heaving. It seemed he was unable to escape from the man's grasp.
“Ahh… how foolish,” Kiku mumbled.
Arthur cast him a half-conscious look of confusion. “What?”
“I don't know why I thought I would ever be able to forget about you…” Kiku said, not offering further explanation.
“You were trying to forget about me? At what point were you trying to forget about me?”
“I… I didn't want to like you this much because I didn't want to scare you away or ruin our friendship. I was worried, that…”
Even though Kiku has trouble putting his thoughts into words, Arthur didn't need him to explain further. “Ah, I see. Well, let me tell you directly. Don't worry so much. I like you… and I like being like this with you.”
Arthur gently pressed a kiss on Kiku's cheek. “We should be like this more often.”
Arthur offered him a crooked smile. Kiku's sense of self reservation was destroyed in an instant. He thought back to a hundred years ago. It was that same smile that had destroyed his defenses back then, that same smile that made fall for someone that his people had warned him about for years. That mysteriously island nation who was so very hard to understand, and so very different from him…
Had held his heart in his hands for over a hundred years.
“...You really are very handsome for a barbarian.”
It took Arthur a second to understand what Kiku had actually said, his expression morphing into one of complete befuddlement.
“...I'm a what?”