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Kiryu grabbed him by the collar, yanking him back onto his feet in one swift motion. Still dizzy from the punch, Majima gazed up at him, a toothy grin spreading across his face as he shakily regained his footing.
“Glad to see good ol’ Kiryu-chan shining through,” he said.
The statement seemed to catch Kiryu off guard, and the anger in his face began to dissipate somewhat.
“I should have known you’d pull something like this,” he sighed, his grip on Majima’s collar loosening, “I guess that makes this partially my fault.”
“Surprised ya, huh? Nothing new there. But that’s just one of your many charms, Kiryu-chan: You’re the least observant guy I know,” Majima chuckled through a slight wince,
“That’s why I always get the drop on ya.”
“I suppose I can’t really argue… But what’s the point of a surprise attack if you know you’ll lose anyway?”
“Maybe I just like to see the look on your face. Or maybe I just like how much it riles ya up. Probably a little bit of both.”
“I don’t even know why I asked. I knew you’d say something along those lines.”
Majima’s grin widened.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Kiryu-chan? You startin’ to get to know me?”
Kiryu shook his head.
“I don’t think I’ll ever learn what’s going on in your head, Majima-san.”
“A little mystery keeps things fun,” Majima laughed, standing up to his full height as soon as he was released, “So what now? You’ve gotta be pretty steamed about me jumpin’ on ya, so are you gonna beat some fear into me?”
“Nah. I got my anger out.”
“What?! With just one punch?!”
A newly irate mad dog seemed to take over Majima’s demeanor. All the elation in his face melted away in an instant, replaced by a furious scowl.
“That ain’t right, Kiryu-chan,” he snarled, “I went through all that trouble just to surprise ya and you’re just gonna turn around and leave me high and dry?! What kinda shit is that?! Thought you were a man!”
Kiryu sighed in exasperation, reaching up to pinch his forehead.
“You sound like an angry girlfriend.”
“Damn straight! I came here for a fight with Kiryu-chan, and you can expect a tantrum if I don’t get it!”
Majima stood hunched over now, his eyes glinting like a hound eager to bite. Kiryu knew what was coming, and he knew there was no talking his way out of it—not when it came to Majima. One way or another the man always seemed to get what he wanted and no amount of arguing would hold him off.
“I guess getting you to stop whining is as good a reason as any…” Kiryu frowned, “But I better not hear you complaining about bruises afterwards.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it! Now come at me with all you’ve got before I get cranky!”
As if he wasn’t already pissy…
Furrowing his brow and cracking his knuckles, Kiryu readied himself for the first blow. Majima was a nimble guy, light on his feet and dangerously fast. His tactics could change without warning, much like the man himself, and that made him an unpredictable opponent. Still, if there was one thing Kiryu had learned from their run-ins it was that Majima could be taken down with enough blows.
This shouldn’t take too long then. Land enough punches in as little time as possible and he could be on his way.
No sooner had he raised his fists than Majima lunged at him, tanto flying from its sheath.
“Heads up, Kiryu-chan!”
Kiryu leapt back, narrowly avoiding the first swipe.
The second swipe came so close to his face that he could have sworn he tasted iron, and he had no intention of taking his chances with the third.
Retreating just enough to allow the tanto to swing at empty air, Kiryu grabbed ahold of Majima’s wrist and sent him to the floor.
The man had barely touched the turf before he was back on his feet, eyes wide with devilish glee. He was upon him again, blade set on its target’s belly.
Kiryu moved to defend himself and his punch connected simultaneously with the tanto.
The blade sliced into his hip, missing his stomach by inches. There was blood; a fresh stream that darkened a small portion of his shirt, but it wasn’t too deep.
No time to dwell on the wound anyway. Hissing through clenched teeth, he lunged forward to follow up on his punch.
Unfortunately for him Majima was ready this time and Kiryu’s fist met with nothing. He would have moved away at that point, but his opponent came at him faster than he could withdraw, tanto at the ready.
With a sharp inhale Kiryu prepared to feel the cold metal sinking into his flesh, but the pain never came.
Instead, the tanto fell to the turf with an unceremonious thud and Majima latched onto his wrists. He held Kiryu firmly in place, grin never wavering.
“What the…?”
Kiryu’s adrenaline was still pumping. Even in the face of such an unexpected attack he tried with all his strength to force his fist through. However, despite his slender frame
Majima was surprisingly strong and though his arm caved a little under the pressure he managed to hold back the persistent fist.
It was surprising, but Kiryu quickly decided that it was nothing a well-placed kick wouldn’t solve.
Majima certainly seemed to have anticipated such an attack and he gave Kiryu’s wrists a harsh yank, throwing him face first into the ground. The air left Kiryu’s lungs in an instant.
Winded and even madder than before, he hurriedly began to stand up.
But Majima reacted faster, and a solid kick straight to the side sent Kiryu across the floor.
The turf burnt like hell with his elbow taking the brunt of it as he fought to get to his feet.
“Don’t tell me you’re tired already! I’m just gettin’ warmed up!” Majima laughed.
In his younger days, Kiryu would have seen red.
“I’m not finished…” he growled, vaguely aware of the fact that his wound had left a glaring bloodstain on the floor. He’d had worse cuts during his time with the Yakuza, but it was still an annoyance to put up with a sting in his side. Especially while fighting to keep up with Majima.
“Ooh. Pretty insensitive of you to go dripping blood in a public place. Those poor janitors are gonna wonder.”
Majima’s grin morphed into a smirk and his eyes narrowed in delight.
“God, I love it when I make ya bleed. Red really is your color, ya know?”
“Are we going to continue or is that all you’ve got?”
For a moment Majima appeared surprised by the sudden sharpness, but surely enough his mischievous smile returned.
“That’s the spirit, Kiryu-chan…”
This time it was Kiryu who moved first and the two collided once more. Fists flew indiscriminately at every opening they could find, striking unprotected faces, stomachs, and rib cages. Majima must have retrieved his tanto while Kiryu was incapacitated because it reappeared in an instant, slicing just as wildly as before.
“I think I’m in love, Kiryu-chan!” he called out, sidestepping to evade a particularly forceful kick.
He flung himself against Kiryu’s side, grabbing onto his shoulder. Kiryu was taken by surprise, which gave Majima enough time to whisper into his ear:
“It’s all your fault for teasing me…”
Kiryu flung a furious punch into Majima’s cheek and the man staggered back.
Bizarre comments were par for the course when it came to Majima, but Kiyu couldn’t say he appreciated them being said directly into his ear.
“That’s the stuff, Kiryu-chan,” Majima panted, “You know just what to do to keep a guy wanting more.”
He came back with just as much power as before despite the clear signs of fatigue, and Kiryu was forced to throw his hands up to guard against a punch. Majima’s fist, still pressed against the guarding arms moments after he should have retracted it, lost none of its sturdiness in the punch. However, his arm was shaking like a newborn calf.
Kiryu noticed this and the thought crossed his mind that his opponent must have used up the last of his energy in that punch. It seemed almost impossible—it was Majima after all—but the way his fist was shaking was a surefire indicator of something happening within his body.
“…Majima-san. It’s fine by me if we stop now,” he ventured.
He looked from Majima’s still balled up fist to his visage only to find that he had his head was lowered. He was panting heavily, almost as if he might pass out.
“Majima,” Kiryu said again.
“Goddammit…” came the shaky reply.
Kiryu tilted his head.
“What—”
“I never want this shit to end!”
Without warning he grabbed Kiryu’s forearm, tugging him forward with such sudden force that he stumbled right into Majima’s waiting arms.
Kiryu moved to jerk away and Majima burst into laughter.
“Wait, Kiryu-chan. Don’t go runnin’ off and leavin’ a guy hanging,” Majima snickered as he was pulled along with the violent tug.
Kiryu ground his teeth. Majima was far too close for comfort, his bare chest mere inches from Kiryu’s own body. Their fight had really done a number on the two of them. The blood soaking Kiryu’s hip hadn’t even dried yet. Majima looked as if he’d been locked in a dryer and let out with his hair and clothing a ragged mess. Together they were both panting from exhaustion and their foreheads glistened with a light sheen of sweat; not exactly the ideal conditions for turning this brawl into a wrestling match, which was almost definitely what Majima had in mind.
“What’s with you today and… grabbing me?!” Kiryu growled..
“Aww. What can I say? I just can’t keep my hands off ya.”
Majima leaned in, closing the distance between their faces.
He locked eyes with Kiryu for a split second before his hand found the back of Kiryu’s head and pulled him in.
Kiryu could hardly make sense of what was happening. Even as Majima’s lips pressed against his.
The taste of takoyaki sauce and warm sake danced in his mouth and tingled on his lips. Behind that, the slight scent of cigarette smoke alongside a strange hint of something uncharacteristically gentle and soothing. It was faint, but there was no denying that Majima smelled vaguely of lavender. Truthfully, Kiryu was surprised he hadn’t noticed it until now, because that sweet aroma was downright intoxicating.
Kiryu could feel himself begin to sway ever so slightly in Majima’s hands. The tastes, the scents, the feeling of Majima pressed up against his body… It was as if all his senses had been enslaved. Though the grip on his head and hip held him in place, he felt that he might faint at any moment.
Majima pulled away for a sharp gasp of air and in that moment their gazes met again.
It was as if he were looking at Majima’s face for the first time. The familiar features were there. The stubble, the eyepatch, the light scar on his cheek. But there was something entirely new about it. Something that Kiryu couldn’t quite place. Those eyes still glinted with aggression, no doubt about it. But there was something else in his gaze. Regret? Tenderness? Affection? It was all so new and unusual. At times, Kiryu had seen the ghost of deeper emotions on Majima’s visage—not just anger or excitement—but he’d never seen it this clearly before.
Kiryu opened his mouth to speak, only to be silenced as Majima attacked his lips again.
The next few moments ran by in a dreamlike blur. Majima’s hands moved to Kiryu’s shirt, where he made quick work of the buttons before practically tearing it open to get to the bare skin underneath.
There was no turning back now. No fighting or talking back. But somehow he couldn’t find any part of his mind or body that cared to resist. Swallowing back any last remaining sliver of apprehension, he permitted his eyes to close and his body to give in to Majima’s touch.
* * *
For a few precious moments, Majima allowed his hands to roam.
The firmness of Kiryu’s chest contrasted beautifully with the softness of his lips, and the smooth perfection of his skin was heaven against his fingertips. He couldn’t remember how many times he’d admired Kiryu’s body or how many times he’d been close to it in the heat of their brawls, but this was the first time he’d ever been allowed to truly touch it. Punch, grab, kick, and stab, hell yeah. But he never thought he’d get the chance to touch Kiryu for the sake of touch alone.
To feel every part of his body and take it in. To memorize his every imperfection, every curve, every muscle…
That feeling was almost overwhelming.
Kiryu too seemed to be a mess of sensations as he clumsily backed into the side of the batting cage. There both men grasped at the netting in a last-ditch attempt to steady themselves, but there was no stopping it.
Kiryu’s knees buckled first, and Majima sank with him to the floor. Still locked together in furious kiss, they soon ran out of breath and pulled away. Barely managing to untangle themselves from each other’s arms and mouths, the both flopped down on the floor. A filthy mess of nearly exhausted men struggling to catch their breath.
After a few moments, Majima let out a wheezy chuckle.
“Ya taste even better than I expected, Kiryu-chan.”
He couldn’t be sure if Kiryu heard him or not. The oh-so-feared Dragon of Dojima seemed to be in a daze as he lay on the turf, his chest rising and falling with exhilaration and his usually piercing gaze half-lidded beneath the florescent lights.
“Majima-san…” he whispered with bated breath, “I… I can’t believe that you…”
Majima felt a jolt of heat charge through his body at the change in Kiryu’s voice. That voice, typically so deep and reserved, had now been reduced to a quiet whisper... And all because of him. All because of what he could do Kiryu’s body.
Goddammit. He couldn’t take it anymore.
With the mindless lust of a beast he threw himself over Kiryu, gloved hands trailing down the beautifully toned chest and abdominals. To his delight, Kiryu shuddered under his touch, head falling to the side to expose a sturdy yet vulnerable neck.
Now that was a white flag if Majima had ever seen one.
There was no time to waste on hesitation. Licking his lips, he moved in and placed his mouth over Kiryu’s throat, greedily nipping and sucking at every piece of skin he could reach.
Other than a whimper of surprise there was no protest from Kiryu. In fact, he seemed to enjoy, even encourage, the rough treatment. Eager and needy, his hands wove their way into Majima’s hair and gave it a harsh tug, strong enough to pull Majima off his neck. Majima let out a grunt at the sudden display of defiance but, if the tightening in his already too-tight pants was any indication, he didn’t mind one bit.
“Is this all the Mad Dog is capable of?” Kiryu said teasingly.
With a growl, Majima jerked out of Kiryu’s grasp and bit down hard on his shoulder. The gasp of pleasure and pain that followed was music to his ears, more beautiful than any melody he’d ever heard.
Chuckling to himself, he moved swiftly to Kiryu’s ear and gave the lobe a firm nip.
“Try something like that again and I just might fuck ya all night,” he growled, “Now turn over. I want ya on your hands and knees. Ass where I can see it.”
With that he flicked his tongue over the shell of Kiryu’s ear and withdrew from him. Much to his amusement, Kiryu eagerly obeyed.
The turf must have been rough against his knees, but in his current state it was likely that he couldn’t bring himself to care. Propping himself up on his elbows, he arched his back to heighten the effect.
Majima dug his nails into his own thighs as he fought to keep it together.
“That’s quite a show, Kiryu-chan. But I bet you can do even better than that,” he coaxed.
Once again, Kiryu obliged without protest and arched his back even further, willingly offering up an even better display.
“Damn… Now that’s what I call a downright gorgeous sight…”
Majima bit his lip, sure that he might lose control all over again. That lustful demon that had consumed his mind and attacked Kiryu’s neck still hadn’t receded and it gnawed at him, encouraging his imagination to run wild. Looking over the gentle slope of Kiryu’s bare back, how his back muscles had tensed up from the slight strain, he pictured what
Kiryu’s body might do when he touched him.
His arms might collapse under the weight of pleasure. His eyes might swell with tears from overstimulation. And his legs might spread even further—.
Just as the thought crossed Majima’s mind Kiryu shifted a little, spreading his legs just a little bit more. He couldn’t see Kiryu’s expression, but he was sure that he must have been bright red at this point.
How the hell was it even possible for Kiryu to look any more enticing? The man seemed eager to keep raising the bar. Lifted up and put on display, his ass looked incredible in those slacks. It always had, Majima supposed, but fuck was it a real treat to see it up close, to have Kiryu keenly showing it off as if he was doing everything in his power to sell it.
He decided that he’d stared long enough. Grinding his teeth against the impossible tightness of his pants, Majima reached out with both hands and grasped at Kiryu’s ass.
It was firm (of course it was). Nevertheless, even through the slacks there was an impressive amount of softness to it, and that alone begged Majima to venture further.
Kiryu gasped as the exploration continued from his ass to his thighs. He shouldn’t have been surprised though, as Majima lent nothing to the idea of couth. In fact, he hardly knew the meaning of the word. And with Kiryu bent over in front of him like this he didn’t care to learn it. He just wanted to feel everything he possibly could and watch the Dragon of Dojima melt before him like a tamed beast.
A tamed beast. That sounded about right. A collared dragon beaten in more ways than one. The once proud beast now reduced to a common house pet right before his eyes and—.
Damn it. His mind had wandered too far…
He grunted as he reached his breaking point and was forced to unbutton his pants. Curious, he then looked to Kiryu and saw that he too must have been considerably uncomfortable. He felt generous, and so his hands moved to Kiryu’s belt.
“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Longer than you could imagine,” he said, “You’ve got some nerve makin’ me want ya this bad, Kiryu-chan…”
Kiryu turned to look at him. Just as Majima had suspected, his face was bright red and that frown of his had melted away.
“You’re the reason I’m like this,” Kiryu panted, “All of this… It’s because of you.”
“Tryin’ to throw off the blame, huh? It ain’t my fault that a tough guy like you came waltzing into my life. And it sure as hell ain’t my fault that you’ve got an ass to die for.”
Majima chuckled as he slid Kiryu’s pants off, relishing in how Kiryu’s already reddened cheeks seemed to significantly darken before he turned away and hid his face once again.
Frustrated, Majima bit his lip harder than before.
No, dammit! I want to see your face.
The urge to protest sprang up in his throat but was quickly swallowed down as he hooked his fingers onto the edges of Kiryu’s boxers and slipped them off.
One half of his mind, the rational half, begged him to savor every second. The other half, the half that might as well have been the lustful demon, shuddered with delight at the sight before him and demanded that he seize what he wanted, tear screams of pleasure from Kiryu like a wild beast.
And as he spread Kiryu open and swiped his tongue slowly over his entrance, he couldn’t be sure which side had prevailed.
At least Kiryu seemed to be enjoying it. His voice cracking slightly, the man let out a shuddering moan, stifled halfway through when he dipped his head and covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Majima continued even so, circling his entrance with his tongue and sliding his hand slowly up the outside of one of his thighs.
Slowly but surely he penetrated Kiryu with the tip of his tongue.
He was tight, almost impossibly so, and as Majima worked his tongue inside him the satisfying moans seemed to transform into low whimpers of pain. No doubt about it: Kiryu was a virgin in this respect.
Majima slowed his pace somewhat. To take someone’s virginity without giving a damn about their pleasure was something that had never sat right with him. And so he slipped his hand underneath Kiryu’s body and grasped the base of his already hardened cock. Slow and gentle at first, he stroked in time with the movements of his tongue.
Soon the sweet little moans returned. They were low at first, but with time Kiryu began to relax, and he gradually became louder.
Encouraged by what he knew was pleading in Kiryu’s voice, Majima permitted himself to be rougher. Pulling his tongue back for a moment, he gave Kiryu a hard slap across the ass.
The gasp that came forth was one of pure ecstasy.
Kiryu should have known better than to make sounds like that if he didn’t want another one.
Chuckling to himself, Majima spanked him again, this time with more force, and a large, red handprint rose up on the otherwise pristine skin.
Just the way I like you, Kiryu-chan. Marked up and still ready for more, Majima thought as he pulled his gloves off to rub an insistent finger against Kiryu’s entrance.
Ah, he was so deliciously eager. Already moving his hips, enthusiastically attempting to impale himself. In all his years Majima had never seen a virgin quite so eager to be penetrated. Typically, there was some amount of nervousness there. Virgins would whine and stutter through their questions, so jittery they looked as if they might puke. Kiryu on the other hand seemed ready and willing to take anything. He knew what he wanted and he ached for it.
“I’ve never met a guy quite like you. You’re a real diamond of a man, ain’t ya?” Majima said as he eased his way inside, “…And you’re all mine. Ya understand that?”
“Fu…Fuck…”
The word fell from Kiryu’s mouth alongside a mess of pants and gasps. Majima was able to thrust his finger inside with ease now that Kiryu had relaxed, but the man still wasn’t used to the feeling of being penetrated—no matter how eager he was to indulge in it.
No worries there. He would get used to it in time, Majima decided.
With the same amount of care he’d shown with the first finger, Majima added a second, and this time Kiryu seemed to delight in the feeling. Though his fists clenched and he gave a low whimper of discomfort, soon Majima had him thrusting onto his fingers.
“Ya want more? Ya gotta answer me then: Who does this tight ass belong to?”
“It’s… It’s yours, Majima,” Kiryu whispered.
“Hell yeah it is.”
Just then Majima felt Kiryu’s body give in to a violent shudder and he immediately knew what was coming. Clicking his tongue, he quickly retracted his fingers and pulled away.
“Not yet ya don’t,” he growled, aiming a hard smack at his ass, “You’ll cum on my cock, or you won’t cum at all. Got it?”
Kiryu whimpered when he was struck, quiet and shaky, but he nodded his head all the same.
“That’s a good boy. Now stay put for me.”
Majima reached into his pocket and felt for a condom. He wished more than anything that he could take Kiryu raw, but that wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly. Even if Kiryu begged for it, it would have left a foul taste in his mouth. And, besides, he wanted this night to be as painless and as memorable as possible. So that feral side of him—that demon that howled for more and more—would have to wait for another time.
Even so, he held back a small sigh as he rolled on the condom.
“Hey,” he said when he’d finsihed, patting Kiryu’s hip to catch his attention.
Kiryu looked back at him with that same lusty look he’d had before, albeit somewhat more disheveled. He glanced up at Majima’s face first, then his gaze dropped to his cock and his Adam’s apple jumped.
Majima couldn’t contain a laugh.
“Sure ya can handle it?”
“Don’t talk like I’m too delicate for it,” Kiryu frowned, “You know I’ve dealt with a hell of a lot worse.”
“You’ve taken bigger dicks? Wow! And here I thought you were a virgin.”
“What? That’s not what I—!”
Kiryu was cut off by a sharp gasp as Majima suddenly pressed against him. The tip nudged at his entrance, just enough to bring him to bite his lip and bury his face in his arms.
“Shit… Almost forgot,” Majima said through gritted teeth.
His hands were clumsy, but soon enough he managed to produce a small bottle of lube from his jacket pocket. He moved away for a moment to coat his cock with some extra lube before rubbing the remainder over Kiryu’s entrance.
Good enough.
As he pressed against Kiryu again and his heart leaped into his throat. He could already feel the warmth of Kiryu’s body and it drove him mad with wild desire. The demon was howling again, but, using all his willpower, he bit his lip and held it back.
“You’re really sure about this, Kiryu-chan?” he asked once more.
“I am…” came the whispered reply.
With that Majima began to push inside. Slowly. Inch by inch. Feeling his lover tighten around him as he grasped his hips to steady his thrusts.
He buried himself halfway inside before he began to move, keeping his thrusts at a soft, gentle pace to allow some time for his companion to adjust.
Still, Kiryu ground his teeth against his arm, body tensing up even more.
“God. I… It’s so…”
“Hmm?”
Majima bent over him, reaching underneath his body to stroke him in time with his thrusts.
“It doesn’t hurt, does it?
“It… It does…”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Majima slowed his pace even further, placing his free hand on the small of Kiryu’s back as he prepared to pull out. To his surprise, Kiryu quickly shook his head.
“No,” Kiryu whispered, his voice breaking into a shuddering moan once more, “Please. I don’t want it to stop.”
Jolts of ecstasy raced through Majima’s veins as he dug his nails into Kiryu’s hips. There was no way he could resist a plea like that.
“Alright, baby. You’ve got it.”
With Kiryu’s reassurance and a growing sense of urgency in his groin, Majima pressed further inside.
“God… Fuck…” he cursed as he reached the base of his cock, “I’m gonna fuck you into the ground.”
Filled to the brim, Kiryu cried out and lifted his head to allow his low whimpers to be heard clearly by his companion.
Majima noticed the gesture and licked his lips. Somewhere deep inside, he was boiling over with affection. And who could blame him, he wondered. Kiryu was perfect in every way.
Tight, but yielding as he relaxed around his length. Beautiful and chiseled like a Greek god come to life in all its glory.
In the back of his mind he wondered if Kiryu thought similarly about him, but he didn’t have time to dwell on such things. Not while Kiryu was waiting to be fucked senseless.
Grinding his teeth, Majima paused to relish in the way Kiryu shuddered around him. Then he began to move, pulling nearly all the way out before he thrust inside again, allowing
Kiryu to feel every inch. When the man made a noise of pure bliss, Majima knew that it was safe to take it up a notch.
He adjusted himself in preparation to move faster, leaning even further over Kiryu’s body.
The muscles in Kiryu’s back tightened beautifully when the pace quickened, and it was such a delicious sight that Majima couldn’t help but give him even more. His free hand, which had been resting upon Kiryu’s hip, slowly snaked its way up to Kiryu’s chest and grasped at the firm muscles as his thrusts became harder.
With his thumb he rubbed over the sensitive tip of Kiryu’s nipple before he squeezed even harder.
Kiryu grunted in surprise, but Majima only smirked.
“Perfect fuckin’ tits,” he muttered.
Kiryu whimpered as his chest was assaulted, moaning through the onslaught of stimulation. Majima didn’t even try to be gentle as he gave the right side the same treatment, rubbing and squeezing as he pleased. Judging from Kiryu’s reaction it was obvious that he’d never been touched like this, and Majima felt proud to be the first to worship those magnificent pectorals.
Majima was panting heavily now, coming close to Kiryu’s level of excitement, but he managed to pull back after giving the pert nipple one last, little pinch.
He would have to enjoy those next time, he told himself. But for he and Kiryu were both too far gone.
Part of him wanted to drag it out. For the love of god, he’d never come so fast in all his life. Kiryu could be forgiven, but Majima…
Cursing under his breath, he began to move faster. Harder. Fucking Kiryu like his life depended on it. Below him, Kiryu screamed in the throes of pleasure, and Majima felt the heat in his pelvis grow.
Fuck it. As long as Kiryu was enjoying it who cared how fast he came. And, god, was Kiryu enjoying it.
Driven over the edge, the man could barely speak. From his mouth came a jumble of moans, gasps, and broken up curses as he fought to keep himself steady. Every once in a while he would manage to get out a cry of Majima’s name, but even that took more energy than Kiryu could possibly spare.
His walls were tightening around Majima, a sure sign that he was moments away from his climax. Still, he seemed eager to ride out his orgasm as he thrust back onto Majima’s cock and clumsily met his thrusts.
Feeling himself nearing his limit as well, Majima grasped Kiryu’s hips with both hands, never once slowing his thrusts. He glanced down to where the two of them connected and felt a shaky grin spread over his face.
He still couldn’t fully believe what was happening. Even as he watched himself plunge into Kiryu. Even as he felt himself teetering on the edge of his orgasm. There was no way that this was happening.
And even if it was, what had he done to deserve it?
Majima looked to the back of Kiryu’s head, reached out, and grasped at the dark strands. Maybe he didn’t deserve it, but Kiryu certainly did. And as those rapturous cries grew louder and louder Majima gave in to the sheer excitement burning in his pelvis.
“Kiryu,” he said as he pulled his lover’s head back ever-so slightly, “Fuck... I-I’m gonna…”
His voice broke, but it didn’t really matter, he supposed.
Kiryu couldn’t have heard him over his own final cry of Majima’s name.
That beautiful back arched in sheer ecstasy. His nails grasped at the turf as if to find something—anything—to hold onto. And his body gave one more violent shudder as he came.
Majima wasn’t far behind, squeezing his lover’s hips in a fierce death grip as his own body gave out and he fell over.
Propped up over Kiryu on unstable arms, he came with his face nuzzled between those strong shoulder blades.
“Kiryu…” he whispered again, barely audible between their heavy breaths.
They stayed where they were for a moment, a matted, trembling wreck, simply enjoying the aftermath. But the moment couldn’t last forever, and they soon became far too hot to stay so close to one another.
They unwound themselves gradually, Majima slowly withdrawing from Kiryu before they both collapsed on the turf.
Majima stared up at the florescent lights, his head swimming in a shallow pool of bliss. His arms and legs were nothing more than jello, totally incapable of lifting him to his feet, and so he stayed where he was beside Kiryu, listening as his breathing began to slow and the blood pumping in his ears began to ease back.
As soon as he could move his arms again, Majima laid his hand over his chest. His heart was still pounding, but he didn’t really care. He reveled in that fading excitement while it lasted. Enjoyed the absolute mess that Kiryu had brought him to. He still couldn’t believe it, and yet here he was laying beside Kiryu, basking in the afterglow of their encounter.
But soon their exhilaration melted away, sad but expected, and left in its wake two completely exhausted men. Sweaty and red in the face.
Silence overtook them when the panting died down and Majima worried that Kiryu might have fallen asleep.
“Yo. Kiryu-chan,” he called out quietly.
“Hmm.”
“Nothin’. I just… thought ya were asleep.”
Majima swallowed hard, just now noticing that he had started fidgeting.
Frowning at himself, he planted his hands firmly on the floor.
“So… What happens now?” he ventured.
Kiryu shifted uneasily beside him. Maybe because of the turf.
“I don’t know,” he said.
“Heh. You and me both.”
Majima rolled over onto his side, propping himself up with his elbow.
“Listen. I don’t want too much to change between us. Know what I mean? We’ve had a good thing going for a while and, well, I don’t want to lose that shit because of… something like this. Not that it wasn’t fuckin’ amazin’.”
“Don’t worry. It’s not like I expected this to slow you down,” Kiryu heaved an exgaggerated sigh, “I’m sure you’ll find plenty of reasons for us to fight in the future.”
Majima lit up in an instant.
“Hell yeah I will.”
“There you go,” Kiryu said with a small smirk.
He rolled over onto his side to face Majima.
“Who wants to walk down the street without being attacked anyway?” he smiled, and Majima smiled back.
They shuffled to slide closer to each other. Not too close as they were still too hot to entwine their bodies again, but close enough to look into the other’s face.
They kissed again. Smooth and gentle this time. It was nowhere near as heated as the vicious kisses from earlier, but perhaps that was just what they needed.
“We better get out of here before somebody catches us,” Kiryu said as soon as he pulled away, “I don’t care to spend the night in jail for trespassing.”
“Hey! You’re the one who came in here,” Majima chuckled.
“Only because Nishida said you were in trouble.”
“Oh? That’s what he said to get you down here? And it worked?” Majima laughed, “Shit. I don’t know if he’s a brilliant manipulator or you’re just stupid. Either way, he’s getting a raise for tonight.”
Kiryu snorted before he stood up and began to dress himself.