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"Majima-no-niisan."
It sounded like a cry of help.
"I—" Kiryu paused, lowering his head as he averted his eyes. He stood in one of Kamurocho's many side streets, a bunch of beaten-up thugs running off, their footsteps, screams, and whines echoing in the distance. The sound of a battle was what had Majima drawn into the alley in the first place. "Never mind." Kiryu's voice was only a quiet whisper.
"What was that?" Majima asked, more teasingly than intended, and Kiryu immediately backed off.
"Nothing."
"Aaw. Come on, Kiryu-chan!" Majima cooed playfully but paused as he noticed the tension in Kiryu's body — the hunched shoulders and clenched fists. He was too on edge, still avoiding Majima's eyes. Majima took a deep breath before carefully taking a step closer. Kiryu warily took a step back like a cornered animal, unlike the mighty Dragon of Dojima. Now wasn't the time to play. Majima tried his best to look serious before he spoke up again, his voice calm and quiet unlike before. "What's wrong?"
Kiryu inhaled sharply as if realizing Majima's sincereness. But he only shook his head in denial. "Nothing," he mumbled, but Majima knew him well enough to understand the true meaning behind this reply. Everything was wrong, but Kiryu had no intention to talk about it. The man had a penchant for getting drawn into trouble. In that case, Majima could only distract him well enough to stop thinking about whatever bothered him the most. But coaxing him into a fight seemed like the wrong option tonight.
"Whatcha need?"
Kiryu parted his lips to reply, but Majima immediately interrupted him.
"And don't even think about sayin' nothin' again."
Without a word, Kiryu closed his mouth again, raking his teeth over his bottom lip. Sighing, Majima put his hands on his hips. What was he supposed to do with this man? Their connection couldn't be described with a single word. A friend. A rival. A brother. A lover. A partner. Nothing seemed to capture the broad expanse of their relationship. Some nights, they fought themselves bloody —for fun, as stress relief, or on a whim— but some nights were different.
"My place?" Majima suggested, pointing over his shoulder in the general direction of his current flat.
For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Kiryu looked up again, meeting Majima's eye. Majima didn't know what Kiryu was looking for, but apparently he had found it, nodding to show that he accepted Majima's proposal. Majima felt more relieved than he liked to admit. Kiryu seemed weirdly vulnerable tonight, and Majima didn't want anyone else to see him like this. Maybe he was possessive when it came to Kiryu, but he didn't care.
"Come on then," he urged, taking a step to the side to leave but not without keeping his eye on Kiryu, making sure he followed.
Kiryu seemed to hesitate despite his previous agreement, his feet rooted in place. Majima cooked his head and expectantly raised his eyebrows, silently telling himself to stay patient. Something about Kiryu was very delicate tonight and, for once, Majima wasn't in the mood to break him and make him cry — at least not now and not like this.
Kiryu swallowed, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing, before he finally started walking. When he passed by Majima, Majima couldn't help but smirk and praise him. "Good boy." He chuckled when Kiryu flinched and started walking faster as if trying to get out of Majima's sight to hide his red cheeks.
***
They walked to Majima's flat in silence, Kiryu knowing and leading the way, Majima right behind, keeping a close eye on him.
Once they arrived, Majima unlocked the door and took off his shoes.
"So, how can I help ya, Kiryu-chan?" Majima asked, strolling into the room. The flat was sparsely furnished, but he didn't need much. When he didn't receive a reply, he turned around and frowned. Kiryu was once again balling his fists and avoiding his gaze. Majima sighed. "You're a handful tonight, ya know," he mumbled unintentionally.
"I should leave," Kiryu said, opening the front door, but Majima immediately sprinted over and slammed it shut, his leather-clad fingers spread on the door.
"No."
They stared at each other, and for a moment the fire was back in Kiryu's eyes. Majima had a brief chance to wonder if they should take this outside because Kiryu just needed a good fight after all, but then Kiryu lowered his head again.
"Majima-no-niisan."
There it was again. That subliminal cry for help in the tone of his voice.
"Yeah," Majima confirmed, his voice firm but soft. He needed to tread carefully. "Anythin' ya need, Kiryu-chan. Just tell me."
But once again, Kiryu stayed quiet. It was always frustrating to get this man to admit his actual desires, but Majima enjoyed challenges of all kinds.
"Come on. Whatcha need?"
Silence filled the room, but Majima could be patient if he had to — at least for a moment.
"You know," Kiryu eventually whispered, shifting from one leg to the other. The blush on his cheeks said more than his actual words.
"Sex," Majima stated, knowing that he was right. Without further ado, he shed his yellow boa print snakeskin blazer before loosely wrapping his arms around Kiryu's neck. Seductively, he lowered his eyelid and whispered. "How do you want me?"
Kiryu tensed, squeezing his eyes shut.
It wasn't the reaction Majima had expected. "Kiryu-chan?" Perplexed, Majima blinked.
No reply.
Thoughtfully, Majima cocked his head. "Ya got somethin' specific in mind?" Kiryu didn't reply, but his nose twitched once. Majima could work with that. Humming, he pulled his hands back to give Kiryu some space. He waited until Kiryu slowly opened his eyes again, and gave him an encouraging smile. "So?" he prompted carefully.
"Anything is fine," Kiryu mumbled, chewing on his bottom lip.
"Eh. Maybe for me." Groaning, Majima stretched himself, arms extended over his head. It didn't go unnoticed how Kiryu watched the muscles in Majima's upper body tensing. "But not for you. Not right now." He relaxed again. "Just tell me what ya need. No need bein' shy."
When Kiryu still didn't reply, Majima felt his eyelid twitching, his patience growing thin. Why was Kiryu even quieter than usual? Apparently, the guy really needed to get laid and relax!
"Want me to suck ya off right here until I almost choke on your cock?" Majima suggested, unashamed as his eye traveled down to Kiryu's crotch. "Or ya can fuck me on the floor." He looked back up. "Or I'll bend ya over the table and fuck ya really hard." Smirking, he licked his lips.
Once again, Kiryu didn't reply, and Majima still couldn't read his thoughts. But at least he knew that those suggestions had been wrong. Eventually, he would get there by a process of elimination.
Still wearing his leather gloves, Majima reached for Kiryu's wrist and carefully caressed the sensitive inside. His voice was quiet as he spoke up again. "Or are ya in the mood for somethin' soft tonight?"
"Would that be okay?" Kiryu asked, and Majima almost shouted with glee. Finally they were getting somewhere!
"Sure." After a shrug, he placed a short but reassuring kiss on Kiryu's lips.
Usually, their sex was like their fights — rough and hard, but oh so satisfying. But every now and then, when one of them was too sentimental or in a weird headspace, they did it slowly and carefully, treating each other as if they were made out of glass and could break any second — although sometimes, they wanted to get broken. Majima wrapped his arms around Kiryu's waist, pushing their groins together. They weren't hard yet, but Kiryu still sucked in a sharp breath, his hips twitching forward. His body obviously craved the contact.
"Want me to take ya apart?" Majima whispered, his hands traveling down to grab Kiryu's firm ass cheeks. "Fucking you all night long?" Cocking his head, he waited for a reply. "It's okay to say no," he eventually added.
"No," Kiryu whispered, and Majima immediately pulled his hands back, placing them on Kiryu's hips instead. "Not like this."
"But?" Encouragingly, Majima tightened his grip, his thumb rubbing over Kiryu's hipbone. Maybe he had gotten this the wrong way around. "Want me to ride ya?"
A needy whine escaped Kiryu's lips, and Majima couldn't help but grin triumphantly.
Smirking, he leaned in to whisper into Kiryu's ear. "I can ride ya if ya want—" he kissed Kiryu's cheek "—slow and deep—" he licked over Kiryu's earlobe "—until ya can't think straight anymore."
"Majima-no-niisan." It sounded like a broken plea, and Majima had no intention of teasing Kiryu tonight by making him wait.
"Bed?"
"Couch," Kiryu replied.
Majima frowned at that weird specific wish.
"I can't stay the night," Kiryu whispered, and Majima quickly recovered from his stupor.
The reply made an ugly form of possessiveness bubble up inside of Majima, the wish to pull Kiryu into his bed, tie him up, and keep him there forever almost too strong to resist. But as Kiryu looked at him with his pleading eyes, Majima couldn't do anything but give in. Kiryu had him wrapped around his little finger with his sentimental vulnerability tonight.
"Alright." He shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever ya want. Get comfortable while I fetch everythin' we need."
When Majima returned from the bedroom with condoms and lube, Kiryu had sat down on the couch. He was leaning forward, forearms resting on his thighs. His fingers were spread but his palms pressed together, thumbs hooked under his chin and pointers rubbing against his nose. He looked tense and uncomfortable.
Majima clicked his tongue. Pulling Kiryu's arms out of the way, he straddled his lap. Decisively, he pressed his flat palm against Kiryu's chest to push him until his back collided with the backrest of the couch. The gasp that slipped from Kiryu's lips not only sounded surprised but also aroused. Smirking, Majima licked his lips.
"I dunno what's goin' on in that pretty head of yours tonight," Majima said. "But if ya don't wanna tell me, at least don't think about it while yer with me."
"Will you help me forget?" Kiryu asked, his hands loosely resting on Majima's hips, lacking their usual strength.
Majima flashed a smile. "That's what I suggested the entire time, Kiryu-chan!"
Closing the final distance between them, Majima leaned in to seal Kiryu's lips with his own. He started out slowly, pulling back after a short kiss, pausing before pressing their lips together again for another quick kiss. Majima kept up that pattern. With each kiss Kiryu grew needier, leaning forward as if to chase Majima's lips whenever the kiss got broken, his hands twitching before tightening their grip on Majima's hips.
Smirking, Majima eventually gave in. He parted his lips and pushed his tongue into Kiryu's hot mouth, greedily swallowing up the needy moan that escaped Kiryu's throat. Kiryu's broad hands traveled from Majima's hips to his ass, grabbing his cheeks to squeeze them.
"Fuck," Majima cursed, gasping for breath before resuming their kiss. Arousal was starting to make his head spin, and he rolled his hips, desperately trying to rub their groins together. A frustrated growl escaped his lips and their kiss turned messy as his dick didn't get as much attention as it wanted. Driven by instinct, he rocked his hips harder, pulled on Kiryu's clothes, and pushed his tongue even deeper into Kiryu's mouth. He was greedy and impatient, craving that sweet relief, and—
"Majima-no-niisan."
Majima froze. He only realized now that his arousal had gone to his head so much that he had forgotten about Kiryu's specific needs for tonight — he wanted it slow. Majima cleared his throat. "Sorry, man. Got carried away."
"It's—"
"—not fine, Kiryu-chan," Majima interrupted, leaving no room for discussion. "Sorry." Apologetically, he kissed Kiryu's forehead.
"Can you—"
"Yes."
Kiryu frowned, no doubt confused that Majima had agreed without listening to his request.
"Anythin'," Majima promised once again tonight.
Kiryu held his gaze for a moment before giving in to his desires. "Pants off," he mumbled.
Smirking, Majima got up and opened his pants. The tight leather stuck to his skin, but with enough force, Majima managed to peel them off, his dick twitching as it sprung free and was hit by the cool air of the room. When he reached for his left leather glove and started to pull it off, Kiryu suddenly wrapped his hand around his wrist.
"Keep them."
Majima blinked before grinning like the cat that had gotten the cream. "Kinky." He wiggled his eyebrows while Kiryu averted his eyes with an embarrassed groan. He felt utterly naked wearing nothing but his gloves while Kiryu was still fully dressed. But for some reason, it was very arousing.
"I guess someone wants to get touched," Majima teased as he straddled Kiryu's lap again and cupped his face with leather-clad hands.
Kiryu had never before expressed any deeper interest in Majima's gloves, but as he got touched, a pleased whine slipped from his lips and he closed his eyes for a moment, visibly enjoying the sensation.
"I had no idea," Majima whispered before leaning in for a kiss. He pushed his tongue deep into Kiryu's mouth, but kept his movements slow. His thumb soothingly brushed Kiryu's cheek, the fingertips of his other hand playing with Kiryu's earlobe.
Kiryu gasped into their kiss, and Majima could feel the shudder of arousal rushing through Kiryu's body, making him tremble.
"Majima-no-niisan," Kiryu panted against Majima's lips, his eyes half-lidded. That slow speed really seemed to do it for him tonight.
"Should I prepare myself, or do you wanna do it?" Majima asked as he picked up the bottle of lube he had dropped on the couch earlier. No matter how slow Kiryu wanted to take it tonight, Majima was growing impatient and needed at least some fingers inside to quench his unbearable desire for more.
When Kiryu wordlessly took the bottle and started to coat his fingers, Majima hummed contentedly. Encouragingly, he caressed the nape of Kiryu's neck, eager to touch him more now that he knew how desired his leather gloves were.
A cold fingertip brushed against his hole and Majima sighed, closing his eyes. He slowly rolled his hips, teasing himself as his anticipation only grew. Before he could get too impatient, though, he was breached with a slick fingertip. Kiryu was penetrating him slowly but steadily, pushing inside until he hit Majima's prostate with a perfect accuracy one could only reach after years of experience. Majima huffed. Kiryu really knew him well — inside and out.
Once he had found his target, Kiryu rubbed small circles, his pressure and speed driving Majima crazy with want. A series of invisible sparks was ignited inside Majima's body and he shuddered, his breath hitching. Kiryu kept up his maddeningly perfect assault, massaging Majima's prostate as if it were his only mission in life.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" Majima exclaimed rapidly while squirming in Kiryu's lap, only taking a deep breath when Kiryu finally paused his antics. They stared at each other. "I won't be able to take it slow if ya rile me up like that, Kiryu-chan!" Majima complained, albeit reluctantly.
For a moment, Kiryu seemed to consider changing plans —Majima wouldn't mind— but then he pulled his finger halfway out. "My bad." Kiryu swallowed, avoiding his gaze. He pumped his finger in and out —once, twice— before adding another one.
"You're not really tight," Kiryu mumbled in realisation.
"Jealous?" Majima couldn't help but ask. Cocking his head, he wrapped his arms around Kiryu's neck with a shit-eating grin.
"What if I said yes?" Kiryu asked, narrowing his eyes, and Majima was just glad that Kiryu was finally more talkative again, whatever had been on his mind all night forgotten — at least for the moment.
"Then I'd tell ya there's no reason to be jealous of a rubber toy." Majima yelped when Kiryu suddenly pinched his ass cheek with his free hand. "Hey!" Majima complained playfully, pressing their foreheads together. "Can't blame me for gettin' lonely without ya!"
"Sorry, I was busy and—" Kiryu's voice trailed off and his fingers stopped moving as he was getting lost in his thoughts with a gloomy expression.
"Fuck," Majima cursed, blaming only himself for reminding Kiryu of whatever he had come here to forget in the first place. "Stop thinkin'," Majima ordered and pulled Kiryu into a kiss, rolling his hips. His hands traveled down Kiryu's neck to fumble with the buttons of his shirt, knowing Kiryu probably wouldn't want them to get ripped off tonight — Majima had done that more often than he could count.
It took a moment until Kiryu reciprocated the kiss and remembered to move his fingers again, spreading them to open Majima up for more.
Once Majima had finally won the battle against Kiryu's buttons, he pushed his shirt open and spread his palms on his broad chest. Breaking their kiss, Majima looked down to watch his black leather gloves on Kiryu's beautiful skin. Tentatively, he brushed his thumb over one of Kiryu's nipples, and Kiryu's reaction was immediate. A high whimper escaped his mouth and he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth.
"Mmh~" Amused, Majima hummed. He circled Kiryu's nipples, watching the little nubs hardening before brushing his thumbs over them.
Kiryu's whole body jerked and he squeezed Majima's ass cheek, his fingertips digging into his skin. Delighted by that reaction, Majima continued his scheme, teasingly touching Kiryu's chest to build up anticipation before eventually grazing his nipples again. This time, Kiryu groaned —loudly and gutturally— burying his face in the crook of Majima's neck.
"Like that?"
Instead of replying, Kiryu pushed a third finger into Majima, pumping them in and out while spreading them. Maybe Kiryu was the one growing impatient by their slow pace now.
Chuckling, Majima caressed Kiryu's chest with his left hand while his right one slowly traveled further down, brushing over Kiryu's abs.
"Yes," Kiryu mumbled as if replying to an unspoken question, and Majima's hand went further down until he could play with the hem of Kiryu's pants. "Yes!" Kiryu repeated more urgently than before, his fingertip seeking out Majima's prostate again.
Breath hitching, Majima made quick work of Kiryu's belt and pants, shoving them down only far enough to free Kiryu's erection. When he wrapped his leather-clad hand around Kiryu's thick dick, stroking it from root to tip, Kiryu sucked in a sharp breath.
A moment later, Kiryu had already pulled his fingers out of Majima and fumbled for a condom.
Chuckling, Majima nibbled on Kiryu's earlobe, his thumb brushing over the tip of Kiryu's dick, smearing the precum. "Eager?"
Kiryu only growled, slapping Majima's hand away and putting on the condom. With manic laughter, Majima slapped away Kiryu's hand in return. He grabbed Kiryu's dick to steady it and after rubbing his hole against the tip twice to make sure he was in the right position, he lowered his hips to sit down on Kiryu's dick in one smooth move.
They both groaned when Majima bottomed out, their eyes meeting. Kiryu's lips were slightly parted, his broad hands on Majima's hips and ass cheeks.
"Majima-no-niisan," Kiryu whispered, almost too quiet to be heard.
"Still wanna take it slow?" Majima asked, carefully rolling his hips once, his hands on Kiryu's shoulders.
"Yeah," Kiryu replied almost shyly, his voice hoarse.
Humming, Majima lifted himself up until only the tip of Kiryu's thick cock remained inside. He held his position for a moment before slowly pushing down again, relishing the drawn-out friction against his prostate. "Good?" Majima asked, swallowing down his insatiable greed for more.
"Mh." There was only the hint of a smile on Kiryu's face, but it was all it took for Majima to make up his mind and stick to his resolve of doing this at Kiryu's pace tonight.
They kept going like this, and it honestly wasn't so bad. Majima knew that the anticipation this slow pace was building up would lead to a very satisfying orgasm. He just had to stop being impatient. Once again, he raised his hips —already knowing his thighs would be burning from the strain at the end of the night— and paused before lowering them again.
"Come here," Kiryu whispered, pulling Majima into a kiss. They both slowly rolled their hips, relishing the intimate closeness without rushing for release. Majima was really starting to like it.
He didn't know how long they kept going like this, his lips eventually swollen from kissing. Gently, he brushed his thumbs over Kiryu's nipples again, eagerly muffling Kiryu's surprised gasp. Majima moaned in return when he felt Kiryu's palm on his neglected dick, fingers loosely wrapping around it.
Panting for breath, Majima broke their kiss, resting his forehead against Kiryu's. They both had their eyes closed, rolling their hips as they slowly but surely picked up their speed. When Kiryu's grip around Majima's dick tightened, barely-there flutters turning into stronger deliberate strokes, Majima pinched Kiryu's nipple between his forefinger and thumb, rubbing the leather against the sensitive bud.
A choked-up noise escaped Kiryu's throat and his whole body tensed before he came with a long, drawn-out groan, his dick twitching inside Majima. Majima squeezed down on Kiryu's dick, milking him as he quickly rolled his hips until Kiryu winced from oversensitivity.
Reluctantly, Majima raised his hips until Kiryu's softened dick slipped out. He growled, frustrated that he hadn't come on time. His mind was too filled with arousal to think properly and he desperately clung to Kiryu's arms, pulling on his jacket.
He gasped when he suddenly felt two fingers pushing past his clenching ring of muscles. They weren't enough to fill the emptiness Kiryu's thick dick had left behind, but Kiryu curled his fingers just right, stimulating Majima's prostate enough to make his toes curl.
"Kiryu-chan!" Majima called out, biting down on his forearm to muffle his scream as Kiryu pumped his cock with the same rhythm he massaged his prostate with.
Pleasure surged through Majima's veins and he threw back his head, coming with a breathless cry.
If Kiryu hadn't pulled out his hand to wrap his arm around Majima's back, he would have fallen over.
Still high from his orgasm, Majima chuckled as he eventually flopped down on the couch beside Kiryu. Mindlessly, he brushed over the traces of his own cum on his stomach. His orgasm had really been intense. It had been a while since he had been so satisfied.
"Ya really ain't have any reason to be jealous of my rubber toys," Majima mumbled, and Kiryu snorted. Out of the corner of his eye, Majima noticed how Kiryu had already tucked himself back into his pants, working on the buttons of his shirt next.
The rush of endorphins inside Majima slowly subsided as reality crashed down on him.
Wordlessly, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes from the coffee table. He pulled out two, putting one between his lips and handing the other one to Kiryu, who had already reached for the lighter. Cigarette between his lips, Kiryu flicked the lighter and created a spark. But instead of lighting his own cigarette, he held the flame out for Majima.
Once his cigarette was burning, Majima cupped Kiryu's hand to turn off the lighter. Leaning in, he brought the tip of his burning cigarette to Kiryu's, waiting for Kiryu to inhale and ignite it. Only when Kiryu was puffing out some smoke, Majima leaned back with a satisfied smirk.
They smoked in silence, lost in their thoughts, only leaning forward to flick the ash into the ashtray from time to time. It was comfortable.
"There's something I've gotta do," Kiryu eventually said, grinding out his cigarette in the ashtray before it was finished.
"Need a hand?"
"No."
Majima hadn't expected any other reply. "Then go." Closing his eye, he took a deep pull from his cigarette. He kept the smoke inside, relishing the slightly burning feeling before exhaling. "I'll be here when ya return," he promised with a whisper.
Silence filled the room, and Majima patiently inhaled more smoke.
He gasped in surprise and almost dropped his cigarette when a strong hand cradled his jaw to pull him into a deep kiss, Kiryu sucking his tongue and the smoke into his mouth before ending the kiss as abruptly as it had started.
"Thank you," Kiryu whispered, smiling so sincerely that Majima groaned from embarrassment.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Putting his cigarette between his lips again, Majima crossed his arms and leaned back. "Get goin' now before ya regret bein' late," he mumbled.
"Alright." Kiryu adjusted his clothes one last time before walking away, his dress shoes clicking loudly on the floor of the otherwise silent flat. The handle creaked as Kiryu pushed it down to open the front door.
Majima put his cigarette between his fingers. "Kiryu-chan," he said on a smoky exhale.
"Yes?" Kiryu paused.
"Only I'm allowed to kill ya." With a hysteric grin Majima reclined far enough for his head to hang over the backrest, peeking at Kiryu upside-down. "Dontcha dare forget that!"
Kiryu snorted. "I won't." With that final reply Kiryu left Majima's flat, the door falling closed behind him.
Majima stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. His cigarette kept burning to the butt, the ash dropping on the couch.
He would wait for Kiryu to return — no matter how long it took.