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“You actually convinced Reiko to make a sex tape?”
Johnny laughed, slapping Kenshi on the back as they settled into the couch. “He was totally into it, man. I had him crying and begging for more. Never thought a soldier boy like that had it in him.”
Kenshi's cheeks flushed a little at the thought. “I'm surprised he didn't kill you for suggesting it in the first place.”
Johnny grinned mischievously. “Oh, he threatened to. But let's say I have certain...persuasive skills.”
The living room was dimly lit, the blinds pulled tight to keep the harsh city lights at bay. The air had the scent of takeout Chinese food and the faint smell of cologne, a hint of the day's tension clinging to their clothes. Kenshi kicked off his shoes and leaned back into the cushions.
Johnny, ever the host, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "Wanna watch something?"
Kenshi nodded, his face already glazed over with fatigue. "Whatever's on."
Johnny flipped through the channels until he found a classic rom-com, the kind with cheesy one-liners that never failed to make them laugh. They sat in companionable silence for a few moments, the only sound the occasional clink of chopsticks against ceramic. The TV's warm glow flickered across their faces, casting playful shadows on the walls.
"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you'd be into this stuff," Kenshi said, breaking the silence with a smirk.
Johnny shot him a playful glare. "I’ve always been this way, Kenshi. You've just been too busy playing the tough guy to notice." He winked and tossed a fortune cookie at him.
Kenshi caught it with surprising reflexes. "It's your influence, Johnny. You're turning me soft."
Johnny snorted. "Soft? You're still the same stoic badass you've always been." He leaned back into the couch, stretching his legs out. "But hey, everyone needs a little love in their life, right?"
Kenshi scoffed, but the corners of his mouth twitched upward. He cracked open the fortune cookie and pulled out the slip of paper. "Love is in the air," he read aloud with a dramatic flair. "You'll find it when you least expect it."
Johnny raised an eyebrow. "Well, I never knew fortune cookies had a taste for matchmaking."
Kenshi chuckled, tossing the crumbs aside. "It's just a cookie, Johnny."
Johnny leaned in closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Or maybe it's a sign," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Kenshi felt his pulse quicken, the sudden proximity making him acutely aware of the heat radiating from Johnny's body. He cleared his throat. "A sign of what exactly?"
Johnny's grin widened, his eyes never leaving Kenshi's. "Maybe that we're long overdue for some...quality time together."
Kenshi swallowed, the air thickening between them. It had been a while, longer than he cared to admit since they'd had a chance to be intimate. The stress of his job and their demanding schedules had taken a toll. He studied Johnny's expression, the playfulness now edged with a hint of seriousness.
"Is that what you've been hinting at all night?" Kenshi asked, his voice a touch hoarse.
Johnny's smile was all the answer he needed. He reached out, his fingers brushing against Kenshi's jaw, the lightest touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. "I miss this, you know," he whispered, his breath warm and tantalizing.
Kenshi's heart thudded in his chest as he looked into Johnny's eyes, seeing the desire that mirrored his own. "Me too," he admitted, his voice barely a murmur.
Johnny leaned in, his eyes darkening. "Prove it," he whispered, closing the gap between their lips. The kiss was gentle at first, a question more than anything else, but when Kenshi didn't pull away, it grew more urgent, more demanding. Their kisses grew deeper, more passionate until Kenshi found himself being pushed back into the couch cushions, Johnny's body pressing into his.
Johnny's hands roamed over Kenshi's body, unbuttoning his shirt with a deftness that came from years of practice. Kenshi's own hands weren't idle either, sliding up Johnny's back, feeling the warmth of his skin. The sound of fabric rustling filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breaths.
"We really should do this more often," Kenshi murmured as Johnny's mouth found his neck, kissing and nipping gently.
Johnny chuckled against his skin. "You're telling me." His hands continued to explore, unbuckling Kenshi's belt with a smoothness that spoke of experience.
Kenshi's breath hitched as he felt the heat of Johnny's hand through his pants. Johnny's touch was both familiar and electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.
“I'm surprised,” Johnny whispered.
“At what?” Kenshi mumbled, his cheeks flushing as Johnny's hand stroked him through his jeans.
“I thought you’d be a little jealous about the Reiko thing,” Johnny answered.
Kenshi shrugged. "Maybe a little," he admitted. "But I trust you. And honestly, it's kind of hot knowing you can handle anyone who comes your way."
Johnny's eyes danced with amusement. "Is that so?" He kissed Kenshi's jawline, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "You're the only one I want to handle."
Kenshi's body responded to the words, his arousal growing. "Prove it," he challenged flipping Johnny’s words against him.
Johnny didn't need further encouragement. He tugged at Kenshi's pants, sliding them down his hips. The cool air of the room contrasted with the heat of their bodies as their clothes fell away, leaving them both exposed to each other. The TV's muted laugh track served as a distant backdrop to their silent comedy of passion.
Johnny's eyes roved over Kenshi's chiseled form, his hand tracing the lines of his abs, before settling on the growing erection that jutted upwards. "Someone's happy to see me," he teased.
Kenshi groaned, his body responding to Johnny's touch. "You have no idea," he managed to say.
Johnny's hand wrapped around him, stroking firmly, sending waves of pleasure crashing over Kenshi. He leaned back, lost in the sensation. The tension of the day melted away with each stroke.
Kenshi's hands found Johnny's hips, urging him closer. Johnny's erection pressed against his leg, hot and insistent. The need for release grew stronger, a silent symphony playing in his veins.
Johnny kissed him again, their tongues tangling as the rhythm of their bodies grew more intense. His hand worked Kenshi with a practiced ease, the friction building until Kenshi was sure he'd shatter.
But Johnny had other plans. He pulled away, leaving Kenshi gasping for air. “Can I see something?.” He got up and slowly cupped Kenshi’s face, reaching around the back of his head and gently untying the blindfold.
Kenshi stopped his hands. “I…” his voice trailed away.
Johnny looked down at him, his eyes dark with passion. “Trust me,” he said, his voice low and persuasive.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you…I’m just still not used to…” Kenshi began, trying to get the words out.
Johnny leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “The scars?”
Kenshi nodded. “Yeah…I’m not self-conscious or anything. It’s just… it’s just a reminder.”
Johnny's expression softened as he took a deep breath. “I know, Kenshi. But I want to see you, all of you. I want to erase those memories and make new ones with you. Just let me love you, okay?”
Kenshi hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He knew Johnny had always been there for him, pushing him out of his comfort zone, but this was different. He felt a mix of excitement and vulnerability as the blindfold slipped away. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the TV, casting a blue tint across their bare skin.
Johnny’s gaze lingered on the scarred holes where Kenshi’s eyes used to be, the remnants of a tragic mission gone wrong. Sento may have granted him sight again, but the psychological impact remained.
“You’re beautiful, Kenshi,” Johnny whispered, his voice full of genuine admiration.
Kenshi felt a lump in his throat. He’d heard the words before, but coming from Johnny, they seemed to resonate in a way they never had. He nodded, allowing himself to be vulnerable. Johnny’s eyes searched his face, looking for any signs of doubt before leaning in to kiss him again, his hand never leaving Kenshi’s erection.
Johnny’s other hand found the lube on the coffee table, the bottle cold against his skin as he coated his fingers. He took his time, making sure Kenshi was relaxed and ready, before pressing a single digit inside him. Kenshi moaned, his body tightening around the intrusion before gradually relaxing.
Johnny's movements grew more deliberate, adding a second finger, then a third, stretching and preparing Kenshi. His eyes remained locked on Kenshi's face, gauging his reactions, looking for any signs of pain or discomfort. But all he saw was need, desire, and a hint of the love that had grown between them over the months.
"Ready?" Johnny asked, his voice thick with arousal.
Kenshi nodded, his breath coming in short pants. "More than ready."
Johnny positioned himself, the tip of his erection nudging at Kenshi's entrance. He paused, giving Kenshi one last chance to back out. But when all he received was a gentle pushback, urging him closer, he took it as the invitation it was. With a slow, deliberate motion, he entered Kenshi, watching his reaction closely.
Kenshi's head fell back, a moan escaping his lips as he felt himself being filled. The initial sting of penetration melted into a warm, full feeling that made his toes curl. Johnny was so gentle, so caring, it was hard to believe this was the same person who had convinced an Outworld military lieutenant to make a sex tape. But that was the beauty of Johnny – he had layers, and Kenshi was discovering them all.
Johnny began to move, his hips rocking in a steady rhythm that made the couch squeak faintly beneath them. Kenshi's hands found purchase on Johnny's back, his nails digging in slightly as he matched the pace, arching up to meet each thrust.
Their kisses grew messier, more desperate, as the heat between them built. Kenshi's moans grew louder, muffled by Johnny's mouth as he took Kenshi's pleasure to new heights. The TV's laugh track was lost in the symphony of their breaths and the slap of skin on skin.
Johnny broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he leaned back to watch Kenshi's reactions. Kenshi's face was a picture of ecstasy, his head thrown back, his mouth open in silent cries, and the scar tissue around his eyes was tight with passion.
Johnny's heart swelled with love and desire as he felt Kenshi tighten around him, urging him deeper. He began to move faster, the rhythm becoming more frenzied.
Kenshi wrapped his legs around Johnny. “You never let me top.” He whispered breathlessly.
Johnny smirked. “But you like it when I do all the work, don’t you?” He kissed Kenshi’s neck, sucking on the sensitive skin.
Kenshi groaned, unable to argue. The truth was, he did love it when Johnny took charge, especially after a long, grueling day at work. But something was thrilling about the idea of flipping the script, of showing Johnny that he could handle more than he gave him credit for. “Didn’t Reiko top you?”
Johnny chuckled. “Well, I wouldn’t say topped, exactly. More like he flipped me over and had his way.” His strokes grew deeper, and Kenshi's hips bucked up to meet him.
Kenshi's mind raced with the image, his arousal spiking. "Maybe I want to be the one doing the flipping." He smiled.
Johnny's eyes lit up with a mischievous spark. "Is that so?" He pulled out, and before Kenshi could react, he had flipped them over.
Kenshi felt a thrill at the sudden power shift, his heart racing with excitement. He looked up at Johnny, who was smiling down at him, his eyes gleaming with challenge. "Your turn," he whispered.
Johnny's smile grew wider as he spread his legs, giving Kenshi complete access. Kenshi took a deep breath, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the lube. The cool gel felt like liquid fire as he slid it onto his erection, the anticipation building with every stroke.
Johnny's eyes never left Kenshi's face as he positioned himself, the head of his cock nudging at his entrance. "You're in control," he murmured, his voice filled with encouragement.
Kenshi took a moment to savor the feeling, the power, and trust in that simple statement. Then, with a slow, steady push, he entered Johnny. The sensation was overwhelming – the tightness, the heat, the intimate connection – and he had to bite back a groan.
Johnny’s breath hitched as he felt himself being filled, his eyes squeezing shut. “You’re so big,” he murmured, his voice tight with pleasure.
Kenshi’s cheeks flushed at the compliment. “You’re so tight,” he countered. He took a moment to adjust to the feeling before beginning to move. His strokes were tentative at first, unsure of Johnny’s limits, but as the other man began to moan, he grew more confident.
Johnny's fingers dug into the couch cushions, his hips rolling up to meet Kenshi's thrusts. The sensation of being filled by Kenshi was incredible, the friction and pressure building inside him.
Kenshi saw the blindfold laying next to them and an idea struck him. He leaned over and picked it up. "Let's make it even more interesting."
Johnny's eyes widened in surprise but didn't protest as the blindfold was secured around his eyes. "What are you planning, Kenshi?" He asked, a mix of excitement and trepidation in his voice.
"Just a little surprise," Kenshi said, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
Johnny felt Kenshi's weight shift as he got off the couch, leaving him blind and vulnerable. The anticipation was exhilarating, his senses heightened as he listened to the soft sounds of movement around the room.
Kenshi's footsteps grew quieter as he approached the kitchen, leaving only the distant murmur of the TV to fill the silence. The air was charged with tension, the kind that made the hairs on the back of Johnny's neck stand on end. He could feel the heat of Kenshi's absence, the emptiness where their bodies had been joined just moments before.
The refrigerator door opened and shut, and the sound of rummaging through drawers followed. Johnny's imagination ran wild, picturing Kenshi searching for something special, something to add an extra thrill to their already intense encounter.
"What are you doing?" He called out, his voice a mix of amusement and impatience.
The sound of Kenshi’s footsteps grew louder as he returned. “You’ll see,” was all he said, a hint of excitement in his voice.
Johnny felt something cold and wet press against his skin, making him jump. “What the hell is that?” He sputtered.
Kenshi chuckled, the sound sending shivers down Johnny’s spine. “Just something to keep things interesting,” he said, his voice low and seductive. He placed an ice cube in his mouth, the coldness of it making his teeth ache before he leaned down and kissed Johnny, the cube sliding between them, melting on contact.
The sudden chill was shocking, the contrast to the heat of their bodies making Johnny gasp. He felt the cube melt, the cool water trickling down his neck, sending goosebumps across his skin. Kenshi pulled away, his mouth curving into a knowing smile. “Like that?”
Johnny nodded, his heart racing. The sensation was exhilarating, the coldness melding with the heat of their passion. "Yeah, I do."
Kenshi took another ice cube and traced it down Johnny's chest, the coldness making his nipples peak. He watched as the goosebumps spread, the droplets of water sliding down to his stomach, pooling in his navel before disappearing into the heat below.
Johnny’s breathing grew more erratic, his body reacting to the tantalizing sensations. "Kenshi..." he murmured, his voice tight with need.
Kenshi took the hint, the ice cube forgotten as he leaned down to replace it with his mouth. He took one of Johnny's nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak. The cold had made it sensitive, and the heat of Kenshi's mouth was almost too much. Johnny arched his back, pushing into the touch, his hands reaching for Kenshi's hair, pulling him closer.
Kenshi's teeth grazed the sensitive skin, making Johnny gasp. He slid his tongue over the now-hardened nub, enjoying the sounds of pleasure he was coaxing out of his partner. He felt Johnny's legs tighten around his waist, urging him to continue. The power dynamics had shifted, and Kenshi reveled in the control he had over the usually unshakeable man beneath him.
Johnny's hands found Kenshi's shoulders, his nails digging in slightly as he thrust upward, the cold from the ice cube forgotten in the heat of the moment. "Fuck, Kenshi," he panted, his voice strained with desire.
Kenshi's mouth moved lower, kissing a trail down Johnny's chest, his tongue tracing the line of his abs before reaching his erection. He took him into his mouth, the heat and wetness enveloping him, and Johnny's hips bucked upward. The combination of the cold from the ice and the warmth of Kenshi's mouth was mind-blowing, and Johnny's moans grew louder.
Kenshi felt his arousal build, his body responding to the sounds of pleasure coming from Johnny. He sucked harder, his hand wrapping around the base of Johnny's cock as he took him deeper. The musky scent of arousal filled the room, mixing with the lingering aroma of the Chinese takeout.
Johnny's breath grew ragged, his body straining against the couch cushions as Kenshi worked him. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, his orgasm building with every stroke of Kenshi's tongue. "Oh, fuck, Kenshi," he gasped, his voice high with need.
Kenshi's hand slid up to cup Johnny's balls, gently rolling them as he sucked harder. The feeling was exquisite, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain. "I'm gonna come," Johnny warned, his voice strangled.
Kenshi didn't stop, instead increasing his pace, eager to taste his release. With a loud groan, Johnny's body tensed, his hips jerking as he came, spilling into Kenshi's mouth. Kenshi swallowed, the salty taste of him mixing with the lingering cold from the ice cube. He pulled back, licking his lips.
Johnny's chest was heaving, his body limp from the intensity of his climax. "Fuck," he murmured, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Kenshi grinned, feeling a sense of pride at the effect he had on his lover. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the damp skin of Johnny's neck. "Good?"
Johnny nodded, his eyes still blindfolded. "Fucking amazing." He reached out, his hand finding Kenshi's cheek.
Kenshi felt his face flush at the praise, his cock still hard and demanding attention. He slid back into Johnny, the coldness of the ice forgotten as the heat of their connection took over.
Johnny’s body was still trembling from his orgasm, but he could feel Kenshi’s urgency, the need for his own release.
Kenshi’s thrusts grew stronger, more urgent, as he sought his own release. The friction of their bodies was intoxicating, the slickness of their combined pleasure making it easy for him to glide in and out of Johnny. "I'm close," he murmured, his voice tight with need.
Johnny nodded, his hands sliding down to Kenshi's hips, urging him faster. "Come for me, Kenshi," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
The words sent Kenshi spiraling over the edge, his body tensing as his climax hit. He buried his face in the crook of Johnny's neck, biting down gently as he filled him with warmth. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling, their hearts racing in time with each other's.
Johnny felt the tremors in Kenshi's body, the warmth inside him, and knew that he had brought his lover to the brink and back. He leaned his head back, a contented smile playing on his lips.
Kenshi pulled out slowly, his chest heaving. He leaned over to kiss Johnny gently, the taste of him still lingering. "You're incredible," he whispered.
Johnny removed the blindfold with a lazy smile, his eyes meeting Kenshi's. "So are you," he said, his voice filled with affection.
Kenshi leaned back, his chest heaving with exertion. The sight of Johnny's flushed face and the way his chest rose and fell was like a drug, making him want more. "We should do this more often," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Johnny grabbed a blanket, wrapping it around both of them as they lay panting on the couch. "We definitely should," he agreed.
Kenshi's heart was still racing, the aftershocks of their lovemaking rippling through him. He felt a sense of closeness and warmth that he hadn't felt in a long time. "It's been too long," he murmured.
Johnny cuddled him closer, his arms wrapped around Kenshi's waist. "We'll make up for lost time, I promise."
Kenshi leaned into the embrace, feeling the warmth of Johnny's body against his own. The TV played on, the laugh track now a comforting white noise in the background. They lay there, their breathing evening out, their hearts slowing to a more manageable rhythm. They both drifted off into a light doze, the weight of the day lifted from their shoulders.
“Did you pay the light bill like I asked?” Kenshi asked.
Johnny froze for a moment before the lights shut off abruptly, plunging them into darkness. "Shit," he muttered.
“God dammit, Cage.”