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Kento ached. All over.
His joints felt swollen from typing. The tips of his fingers, sore and tender from writing cramped in the margins of his ever growing to-do list. His ear ached from pressing the hard plastic receiver to his ear for hours. The sigh he let out felt legendary. No one told him when he went into middle management how much extra stress and tension he would hold all over his back and shoulders.
The week had been incredibly rough. Upper management was on vacation. Required leave, mandated by human resources, so the company didn’t have to provide a payout to the employees. Which left Kento and two other middle managers in charge.
In charge. Sure. Kento guessed you could call it that.
Gojo was useless, better at schmoozing with coworkers and clients than making sure deadlines were met, and Geto would be more useful if he could get off his high horse and get his hands dirty with his fellow employees instead of lording himself above them.
If Kento had to send one more “per my last email” message to either of the idiots two offices down he would shove those damn round transition tinted lenses down Gojo’s throat and tie Geto up with the numerous rubber bands he kept around his wrist.
But the day was finally over and the weekend was here. Well, what little one awaited him as the man in charge.
He had a glorious few hours where the rest of the world slept before he had to be on alert for emails. His eyes fluttered closed and he swayed gently on the crowded train thinking about the prize that awaited him at home.
Yuuji .
Sunshine smile. Sunrise hair. Warm brown eyes with deep-as-the-sea dimples under them. Pert nose and square jaw. The picture of health, vitality and youth. Nanami felt a small smile tug at his downturned mouth. Yuji should have made him feel old, but instead he made Kento feel young again.
Not that he’d ever been carefree. No, never that. He had always been serious. Always aware of his responsibilities and the nebulous but important “future,” Nanami had never been like Yuuji. Yuuji, who was nothing but irrepressible joy.
The mechanical voice of his stop jolted him out of his evening day dream. His eyes felt gritty and swollen against his lids. He reached up to the grab bars, leveraging his height to wedge himself out of the sardine packed train car as politely as he could.
The soft and odorous press of bodies reminded him of the opposite waiting at home. The tense and taut strength of Yuuji’s limbs. That inhuman heat that radiated off of his muscled body. The delicate and firm knobs of his shoulders cupped under Kento’s large palms when Kento turned him this way and that to worship Yuuji’s body. To kiss and touch all the bits and pieces that made up Yuuji Itadori.
Kento trudged the last few blocks home, limbs achy and sore, but with a lighter heart after thinking of him. Knowing Yuuji was waiting for him at home.
Maybe they’d order out. Kento was feeling indulgent. He’d let Yuuji choose the movie tonight too.
It’d probably be loud and full of explosions, or if Yuuji read Kento’s tired expression, maybe he’d pull up one of the films from his class syllabus that he had to watch. His smile would be achingly bright in his dear face and he’d chivvy around Kento the kitchen, grabbing food, hot tea, or maybe standing on his tiptoes to grab the good bourbon from the liquor cabinet. He’d settle Nanami down on the couch and make a passable Old Fashioned, one that Nanami would drink in its entirety because Yuuji made it, even though he preferred his bourbon neat. He’d probably rub Nanami’s shoulders a bit too gently, trying to work out the knots in his sore body. A body that in age wasn’t very old, but in spirit felt prehistoric.
Each thought of Yuuji hiked Kento’s terse mouth up a little higher. Yuuji’s enthusiastic hugs. His over abundant spirit. The way his leg jiggled while he wrote film papers. The way he squeezed Kento’s arm during movies right when it got tense. The restless energy radiated through his pores right into Kento’s heart, shaking up his usual routine.
He schooled his face into seriousness when he reached his apartment. As always on his late days when he told Yuuji to let himself in, he looked up at the windows of his third story apartment before entering and squinted at the bright lights radiating from all the windows. Yuuji had a bad habit of leaving every light on as he walked through it, mindless of the electricity bill.
But Kento’s disapproving squint was more of a gentle wince today while he slowly ascended the stairs to his door. He was too tired to scold. He just wanted Yuuji’s warm hands on him, taking his jacket, setting his briefcase on his desk, kissing his mouth. Yuuji’s soft lips taking his cares away.
Once Kento stepped foot onto the third floor landing he breathed deep to offset the pitter patter of his heart as he anticipated the loud call of “NANAMIN!” and the apartment door slamming open. But his keys were in his hand and half way in the lock before he realized that Yuuji wasn’t coming. The enthusiastic greeting he hadn’t realized he’d become accustomed to was missing and in its place the acrid scent of smoking sesame oil.
Kento fumbled the door open with a jingle of keys, juggling his crossbody bag and his briefcase with a graceless fumble, tripping over the jumble of shoes blocking the door before catching himself one handed on the doorframe.
He had opened the door to chaos. What was that thing that Yuuji showed him last week? A gyf? jiff? An unexpecting man walking into a room with pizza boxes to see the place on fire? Kento’s apartment was in chaos.
The smoke detector was blaring, hazy smoke clogging the air, obscuring whatever was burning on the stove. Yuuji was waving a throw pillow at the smoke detector attempting to clear the air enough to make it stop screeching. Kento dropped his things and hurried over to the window, prying it open to let in a cool night breeze and clearing the air soon after, the sound of the alarm finally fading.
In the sudden silence, Kento took in the carnage of the kitchen. A blackened concoction smoked sullenly on the stove top, dishes were piled in the sink, and what looked like a fine dusting of flour covered most of the surfaces in the kitchen.
Kento couldn’t discern if he was feeling amused or appalled. What a mess.
He turned to look at Yuuji.
His darling boy. Yuuji’s wild hair was standing on end, his face was pale and covered in flour, a swipe of some kind of sauce decorated the tender skin of his forehead. And -- oh -- tears were welling in his eyes as he clutched the blue throw pillow to his chest so hard Kento could see the white knuckled strain while he tugged on the fabric.
“Nanamin.” Yuuji whispered brokenly, his face crumpling as he dropped the pillow and pressed his hands to his eyes. The heels of his palms pressed hard against his face, those dear fingers Kento loved so much were held out away from his hair, filthy with flour.
“I’m so sorry Nanamin. I-I wanted to surprise you!” Yuuji’s voice was strained when he pulled his palms away from his eyes and twisted his fingers together. “When you said you wouldn’t be home on time and to let myself in, I thought, I could come early and make you dinner.” He sniffed, his well shaped brows crumpling with an angry sob.
“But I am so stupid!” His hand thumped against his chest with a dull thunk, big fat tears running down his round cheeks. “I wanted to try out a new recipe and I had the stove up too high and then mixed up a few ingredients when Nobara called and distracted me. I’m an idiot! I just wanted this to be a nice night for you!” Yuuji hung his head, those once angry hands limp at his sides in sadness.
Yuuji sniffed and gestured to a pristine white box and a paper bag. “I even went to that bakery you liked and got you cookies and your favorite bread before they closed.”
Kento walked to the bright white pastry box, and opened it to see a pile of his favorite cookies, their edges dusted with crystalline sugar, the flecks of black sesame perfectly contrasting with the golden shortbread.
Kento smiled and his heart squeezed. His dear boy, always so generous with his love and attention. He picked up a cookie, the buttery scent of the dough and nutty bitter scent of the seeds reached his nose. He fingered a cookie, bringing it up to Yuuji’s soft mouth, cupping his cheek and brushing a fat tear away.
“Open.” Yuuji’s lips parted, disrupting the sad frown gracing his face. Kento slipped the cookie between his lips and smiled at the soft hum of pleasure that emerged from Yuuji. His eyes closed as he chewed and Kento brushed flour off his cheeks, licking his thumb to rub at the stubborn bit of sticky sauce on his forehead. Yuuji made a desperately sad sound of protest, before leaning his weight forward to collapse on Kento’s shoulder.
“Those cookies were for youuuuu.” Yuuji whined against Kento’s chest. Kento couldn’t help the soft chuff of laughter that escaped him, breathing it into Yuuji’s soft hair. “I ruined everything didn’t I?” Yuuji buried his face deeper in Kento’s suit jacket, slipping his arms around Kento. “You had a bad day and I just made it worse!”
Kento hummed noncommittally and reached down for a cookie of his own, chewing slowly, savoring the sharp crunch of sugar against his teeth, contrasting wonderfully with the saltiness of the shortbread. They really were good.
He sighed, pressing a soft kiss against Yuuji’s flour dusted hair. It was easy for the young to catastrophize everything. Yes, Kento had a long day, chances were tomorrow was going to be long too. And while the kitchen was a mess, nothing had burnt down. The situation was what it was. Nothing was so dire that it couldn’t be fixed. It wasn’t worth tears and recriminations.
He let Yuuji pout for a minute more before rubbing his back gently, tangling his fingers in Yuuji’s hair to lift his face to look at him. “You didn’t ruin anything Yuuji.” Kento pressed a soft kiss to his creased forehead. “Now, clean up, while I shower and change. Toss everything away. The dishes can wait till morning, but stack them neatly, and make sure you soak that pan. It will be a pain to clean later if you don’t.” Kento carded his fingers through Yuuji’s hair, letting his eyes caress his dear face, watching his eyebrows soften and brow uncrease with each word.
“After you’ve cleaned, slice up this good bread and I’ll make us something to eat before we go to bed.”
Kento pulled away to remove his jacket, turning to head to the bedroom to change.
Yuuji’s golden eyes widened and he straightened abruptly, grabbing the back of Kento’s jacket.
“Nanamin! No! Don’t go into the bedroom!” Yuuji’s voice broke on the last vowel, shooting up nervously at the end.
Kento eyed him suspiciously, watched Yuuji’s cheeks turn pink before he nodded. The foibles of youth were sometimes beyond Kento, who even as a young man struggled to understand the flightiness of his peers. But it wouldn’t hurt to humor his dear boy tonight, not after he tried so hard to be good. “Alright. But you will have to retrieve my clothes for me after my shower. You may leave them in the bathroom.”
“You’ll let me pick something for you Nanamin?” Kento felt incredibly charmed by the pink that flushed Yuuji’s cheeks at the not so innocent question. Cheeky boy.
“You may. But choose more for comfort please. It’s been a long day, alright?”
Yuuji nodded quickly, a smile suffusing his face. “Don’t worry about anything Nanamin! I can handle it! You can count on me!” He gave a little thumbs up before turning to rummage around on the counter. Kento couldn’t hide the smile that turned his lips up at the corners. Yuuji really was something special. Nothing could keep him down for long.
Kento removed his shoes and placed them back in the genkan, opening windows as he went to help alleviate the smell of burnt vegetables and scorched sesame oil. He stripped, leaving his clothes on the hook on the back of the bathroom door and started the shower. He heard Yuuji enter while he was soaking in the bath, a damp washcloth over his eyes, listened to Yuuji juggling clothing and then the soft click of the door as he exited.
Kento emerged from the bathroom in a white shirt. Laundered to thinness and soft with age. Yuuji had given him a pair of tight burgundy boxer briefs to wear tonight, entirely too tight and much too short on his long legs. They were a gift from Yuuji for Christmas, ones that Kento had not quite decided if he liked but ones that Yuuji seemed to enjoy on him. And tonight he felt like indulging his sweet boy. Rewarding him for his effort, reminding him that it was never wasted, no matter the outcome.
The lights were off in the apartment, and soft music played on the sound system in the living room. He headed toward the bedroom only for his foot to land on something soft. Kento barely noticed it but for the dark smudge it made on the floor and the soft aroma wafting from it as he stepped on it.
A pink rose petal.
Kento frowned, following the rose petal path from the bathroom to the bedroom. Each step felt like giving into the ocean at the end of a long day at the beach. Weary from the pull of the waves, floating closer towards the deepest part of the water. Giving in to Yuuji’s plans. His playful spirit. Whatever silly plans he had concocted in the bedroom.
But Kento refused to give into the smile that kept pulling at his lips. If you gave Yuuji an inch he inevitably took a whole mile. It was just in his nature. He’d bring his own chair and sit down if you let him. You had to stand firm or Yuuji’s boundless enthusiasm would sweep you away just like the tide.
The door to his room was cracked open and Kento could see soft golden light flickering within. He hesitated a moment, his fingers barely brushing the door, putting so little pressure on it, that it seemed to tremble with his pulse.
Kento closed his eyes and savored this moment, glistening tautly like dew on a spiderweb. It was like the anticipation before the first bite of a good meal. The climb before the first drop on a rollercoaster. The heartbeats between first kisses. He let himself hover there – between. The tension of the day seemed to melt away. Kento stood there, settling the tranquility within himself, letting it sink bone deep before colliding with Yuuji’s passionate nature.
He pushed open the door and the light of what seemed like one hundred candles made the room warm. Too warm. Kento raised a brow looking toward the bed, where Yuuji reclined like some beefcake top from a doujinshi. What composure Kento had went right out the door at the sight of Yuuji on his bed.
Kento had to raise his hand to cover his smiling mouth as he took in Yuuji’s tiny navy lace briefs, a scraggly rose clamped between his teeth. Yuuji had propped himself up on his side, with his hand holding his head up and his eyebrows wiggled suggestively. He looked absolutely absurd. Like some parody of youthful vitality.
Kento fought a hard won battle to put away the smile before removing his hand. He guessed it didn’t matter if he laughed. Yuuji never seemed to mind. He folded his lips under his teeth, taking a deep breath through his nose to gather his composure before crossing his arms across his chest and leaning against the doorframe. He let his eyes devour the fine specimen of youth laid out before him in the frankly obscene amount of candle light in the bedroom.
Yuuji looked delectable despite the preposterous pose and lingerie. He had washed his face, his hair was damp and swept back from his high forehead, and the briefs sat low on his hips, the deep shadowed divots in his abdomen absolutely obscene contrasting against the dark lace. Kento could feel the warmth pooling between his legs, his cock stirring with interest.
But first, time to divert a fire hazard.
Kento blew out an abundance of candles to the left and right of him as he made his way to Yuuji on the bed. He stood in front of him at the foot of the bed, letting his grip on the lovesick and amused smile loosen for a moment. It twisted his lips up at the sight of the half demolished rose in Yuuji’s mouth and the soft golden skin contrasting sharply amid the pile of its petals scattered on the sheets.
“Yuuji, what’s all this?”
“Don’t you like it, Nanamin?” Yujji spat out the rose from between his lips, clambering up on his knees to tug on the hem of Kento’s shirt.
“Do I like what? The mess you’ve made on my bed with desiccated vegetation? Or the potential fire you’ve created with all these candles?” Kento offset his accusatory words with a kiss to Yuuji’s smooth shoulder, opening his mouth against the dusting of freckles scattered across the tanned skin, tasting the slightly bitter tang of Yuuji’s body spray.
“Aww don’t be like that Nanamin!” Yuuji wrapped his arms around Kento’s waist, slipping teasing fingers under the shirt, gently scratching his nails down his back. “It’s romantic!”
“Mmm? Is that so?” Kento nuzzled under Yuuji’s ear, trailing his lips and reveling in the soft give of Yuuji’s skin. “Romantic is it?”
“Yes! Romantic! I even asked Nobara and Todo what was the most romantic thing I could do for you! Todo said a massage and Nobara said flowers so I, uh sorta, put them together!” He turned over on his hands and knees, taking Kento’s breath away with the view of his round backside through the lace and the strong curve of his spine.
“And look! I even bought oil!” He held out his fist, a glass bottle clutched within it. “Megumi said the most romantic thing I could do was just shut up but, like, I know he was just fucking with me.” Yuuji frowned for a second, the puzzled look on his face making him look incredibly cute and befuddled. What Yuuji lacked in common sense and book smarts he made up for in an uncanny accuracy to discern just the right way to bring a smile to Kento’s face.
“Let me give you a massage? Pretty please? I know you don’t like the bed being a mess but, I promise promise to clean up! I even have clean sheets ready for after! You won’t have to go to bed in stinky sheets, I swear!” Yuuji’s eyes were big in his face and his lower lip trembled.
Kento was weak to that expression, even though he was pretty sure Yuuji only put that expression on to get his way. It wasn’t in Yuuji’s nature to be manipulative but Yuuji was stubborn and liked to get his way when he thought Kento would like the results.
In the end the expression worked, as he was now debating to himself, turning the little bottle of massage oil in his palms, eyeing the yellow ylang ylang petal encapsulated in the oil while he weighed the pros and cons of letting Yuuji get his way.
He could insist they blow out the candles and sleep, leaving Yuuji grumpy and sad, but get a full night’s rest. Or he could indulge, give into Yuuji’s little romantic scheme, and also succumb to his own desire to be – he grimaced – pampered . Pampered by a slip of a boy years younger than him.
Did that make Kento weak? Was taking care of one’s mind and body a weakness?
No, a massage sounded wonderful. And coming from his beautiful boy’s hands? Probably paradise. It seemed the decision was already made.
With a soft sigh of defeat he placed the oil back in Yuuju’s outstretched palm, reaching up to tug his shirt off his shoulders. The grin on Yuuji’s face outshone the sun, the dimples in his cheeks and under his eyes were deep and he looked so proud of himself. This was the correct choice, Kento realized.
Kento laid stomach down on the bed, adjusting the pillows and his hips for comfort, closing his eyes and letting the muffled sound of the music in the living room filter into his brain. The room was warm, but not incredibly hot like it was before Kento had blown out some candles, and he could hear Yuuji moving around quietly, his bare feet padding against the floor. The bed dipped gently as he kneeled next to Kento’s hips. Kento let himself drift, safely encapsulated in this moment of time between them surrounded by the sounds of Yuuji. The soft pop of the rubber cap on the oil, a clink of glass as the vial and dropper touched, the shhh-ing sound of Yuuji’s hands rubbing together before his warm palms touched Kento’s back.
Yuuji massaged the muscles of Kento’s lower back, working his way up to his arms and shoulders. Kento resisted the taut pull of Yuuji’s fingers, biting back the involuntary noises he wanted to let go at the sweep of Yuuji’s hands. The oil’s scent was light; black pepper, bergamot and the barest hint of ylang ylang. Yuuji had chosen unscented candles so there was nothing to detract from the delicate scent of the oil and Yuuji’s strong hands. So considerate to his tastes this sweet boy was. The combination had Kento slowly drifting off.
He stirred with a snort as Yuuji straddled one of his thighs, working his fingers deeper into a knot in the middle of Kento’s back. His hands became more languid, and Kento could feel Yuuji’s hips twitch against his thigh. He was so relaxed, he couldn't help the rough chuckle that came out of his throat, more of a grunt than a laugh. Kento could feel Yuuji’s erection against the back of his thigh, aware of the rough pant of breath emerging from his partner as Yuuji softly rubbed his lower back.
Ah, youth, unlimited stamina and unrelenting libido. Kento turned his head and lifted himself up on his elbows to mock glare at Yuuji, sure that his expression was ruined by his unruly hair and sleepy expression. All the while Yuuji smiled innocently, digging his thumbs deeper into a knot in his lower back that made Kento grunt.
“What?” The question came out sweetly from between Yuuji’s innocent lips. “Am I going too hard, Nanamin?” Yuuji tugged the boxers lower on Kento’s body and he adjusted himself to press his dick more firmly against Kento.
Hard was an understatement, Yuuji’s lace covered cock was damp against his bare ass now and he could hear the breathlessness in Yuuji’s teasing voice. His sweet boy had so little restraint. Kento guessed he could show a little bit of appreciation for the massage and the “romantic” gestures.
Kento laid his head back down on the bed and let his fingers trail over Yuuji’s bent knee, the hair on Yuuji’s leg was coarse under Kento’s fingers. The dip behind Yuuji’s knee was damp and slick, sweat dewed the tender valley where Kento’s fingers brushed. Yuuji let out a soft exhale and rolled his hips more firmly against the swell of Kento’s ass.
Yuuji’s legs were strong and firm, and each brush of Kento’s fingers seemed to steal a little bit of strength from Yuuji’s fingers. The massage became lighter and lighter, and the roll of Yuuji’s hips against Kento’s ass became harder and harder, until the movement seemed to drain Yuuji of all strength and he was draping himself heavily over Kento. Yuuji’s warm breath brought goosebumps to Kento’s arms while he ground himself over and over again against Kento’s oil slicked ass.
Kento gripped Yuuji’s thighs right above his knees, rejoicing in the weight of Yuuji on his back. Weaker men would quail at the solid weight that lay supine on his back, but the slick friction of the oil and the warm skin rubbing against his had Kento drooling into the bedspread. He had never felt so cared for, being crushed under his lover’s desperate humping.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Yuuji moaned against Kento’s ear, shifting his head to bury his mouth closer to Kento’s neck. A sudden hard thrust jostled a moan from Kento’s throat and he felt the sharp pinch of Yuuji’s teeth into the meat of his shoulder.
“F-fuck.” The forbidden curse escaped low and heated from Kento’s mouth. He could feel Yuuji sucking and biting on the bit of flesh and it made him crazed even though it wasn’t allowed.
Kento had rules, no hickies, no marks of any kind were allowed to be left on either of their bodies. Marks were for teenagers; never mind that Yuuji was not that far from being a teenager, Kento was not, so he had to make the responsible decisions for the both of them. And that meant no marks.
It didn’t stop it from feeling good no matter how many times Kento forbade it.
He knew this frantic coupling would bruise, that it would show at the bathhouse. Everyone would see it at the gym later that week and wonder what kind of man he was to be marked up like some common whore. They might assume him to be the type to curse or drink in excess and stay out late. It was shameful.
It was glorious.
The thought of stranger’s curious and blushing faces if they knew about the fresh faced boy humping the crack of his ass right now sent a pulse of pure heat through his loins, making his cock kick as precome soaked his underwear and ruined the duvet. Fuck it, in for a penny, in for a pound.
He collected his knees under him, prepared to flip them, when Yuuji went completely still on top of him. His weight felt like a live wire, tense and alive. Instead of just passively using Kento as a tool to rub against, Yuuji felt like a tiger, pinning his prey.
“Shh, shh Nanamin. Let me take care of you, yeah?” Yuuji’s voice was soft and wrecked, pleading with him with a little shake at the end of his words like he was nervous that Kento might say no. “Please Nanamin? I swear – ah fuck – I’ll take good care of you.”
Let Yuuji take care of him? Did he mean –
“Yuuji, let's be clear. Do you want to top?” Kento’s question came out rougher and lower than usual. But clarity was important for situations like this and he didn’t want any sort of confusion to clutter up this warm and intimate place.
“Y-yeah. Let me fuck you Nanamin? Pretty please? I promise I’ll be gentle.” Yuuji propped himself up and squeezed Kento’s ass, pulling the flesh apart like a peach. He rolled his hips and the grind of Yuuji’s lace covered dick brushing against his hole sent a shiver all the way through Kento.
He could picture it, the in and out thrust of Yuuji’s cock carving itself into Kento’s insides. Yuuji’s dick was thick and long, flushed a pretty brownish pink, and he already knew how much Yuuji leaked. Enough that Kento had bought a supply of Yuuji’s favorite boxers to leave here at his house since Yuuji ruined them often enough. The tight grip of Yuuji’s hands on his ass and the ragged breathing that came out of Yuuji’s mouth as he rubbed his cock against Kento made the decision easy. He’d do anything tonight to please Yuuji. He was such a good boy, he deserved it.
“Okay, Yuuji. Get the lube.” Yuuji let out a happy strangled yelp and leaned down to leave a messy smacking kiss high on Kento’s cheek. The sound and kiss felt like an arrow straight to his heart, a clenching pang that made him bury his face in his pillow in embarrassment. He could feel the tips of his ears turning red.
This shouldn’t feel like the first time, but for some reason it did. Yuuji had topped before a few times, but their natural inclinations; namely Yuuji’s more flexible lifestyle and youth and Kento’s rigid schedule - led them to Kento topping more often than not.
Tonight this felt indulgent. Every moment felt treasured and breathless.
The click of the cap of the lube being removed. The soft press of Yuuji’s fingers against his rim. The way Yuuji kissed the base of Kento’s spine while he rubbed his thumb against Kento’s balls. The tight grip of Yuuji’s palm as he raised Kento’s hips up, bringing him to his knees right before his oil slicked hand stroked Kento from base to tip. It all felt trembly and new, like that dew drop suspended on a spider’s web again.
The tight vise of Yuuji’s fist around Kento’s cock chained him to the bed, open and wide for Yuuji to fuck into. The last bits of the cares of the day melted down his spine, coalescing into the drops of precum that leaked between Yuuji’s fingers as he stroked Kento’s cock. Yuuji’s fingers were thick inside of him, and his nerves felt like they were on fire, heightened by each bump of Yuuji’s prominent knuckles. Keno imagined the veins of his hands in stark relief, strong and steady from his gym visits and his time in the kitchen at the izakaya he worked in on the weekends.
Kento tried to muffle the soft noises that emerged. It felt like too much, like he was prying himself open for Yuuji to devour. He had to keep something back until he felt Yuuji’s lips against his ear, biting the lobe gently.
“Baby, please, let me hear you.” Yuuji slid three fingers deep into Kento’s hole, stroking that place deep inside of him that sent sparks of pleasure up his spine. “Look at you, baby.”
The endearment sent a forbidden thrill through Kento. It was an intimacy he didn’t allow to penetrate into their relationship.
Him?
Nanami Kento?
Someone’s “baby?”
Absurdity.
The diminutive of his surname was as far as he’d let Yuuji go. But here, suspended in this twilight space, wrapped up in the scent of ylang ylang and warm light, Kento guessed anything could happen. Even letting himself become someone’s “baby.” Kento chuffed a laugh that turned into a broken moan when Yuuji pressed on his prostate.
Yuuji nuzzled against Kento’s neck to encourage him to turn it, to look in the large floor length mirror near the bed. Kento reluctantly peered from beneath his lashes, his cheek squished to the pillow and moaned at the sight.
The picture they made together felt forbidden. The candlelight flickered and painted Yuuji’s skin a warmer gold than normal, slick with sweat and the fragrant massage oil. Kento, pale and long-limbed next to Yuuji’s muscled curves. Kento looked at Yuuju, bent over him, meeting Kento’s eyes in the mirror three fingers deep in his hole. There was something to the way Yuuji smiled, like he knew exactly what kind of picture he made when he pulled back to roll the condom on, slicking himself up, grinning at the flushed pink skin of Kento’s ass and shoulders and the needy twitch of Kento’s thighs.
Yuuji wasn’t some clueless kid. He really did know exactly what he did to Kento. Yuuji knew how deep he had sunk his fingers into Kento’s staid and responsible heart.
Kento clutched the pillow tighter and closed his eyes, refusing to be seduced by the glorious picture the two of them made. But that made it almost worse, making him focus on feeling the thick slide of Yuuji’s cock pressing firmly into his hole. Increasingly conscious of the firm press of Yuuji’s fingers on his hip and the soft whimpered moans coming from Yuuji’s mouth. Yuuji had prepped him well, so there was no resistance and every centimeter of Yuuji’s cock sent a shiver up Kento’s spine. It felt so big. Kento hiccuped from the fullness, reaching back to pet Yuuji’s thighs where he could reach.
Yuuji pumped his hips, sliding his thick cock in and out shallowly. So good. It felt so perfect. Just how Kento had taught Yuuji how to fuck him. Each thrust pushed out a soft sigh, each vertebrae in Kento’s back relaxing into the push/pull of Yuuji’s cock.
“C’mon Nanamin, show me how much you like it.” Gone was the flustered nervous boy from earlier – burning dinner, half in tears – in his place was a hungry man. Kento opened his eyes again, grunting at the ever increasing deep slide of Yuuji’s cock. In and out, in and out, a sweet rhythm that had Kento panting, clutching his pillow tighter, pushing back against Yuuji’s hands to indulge in the even slap of skin on skin as Yuuji picked up the pace.
Yuuji’s cheeks were pink with exertion, the veins in his forearms delineated sharply with the way he tightly held Kento’s hips. He was still Kento’s sweet boy, but watching Yuuji fuck into him in the mirror like this had Kento’s head spinning with the implications that he was really just a man.
A man full grown, caring for his partner the best he could, feeding him, taking away his worries, sharing the godsdamned heavy burden. Kento watched Yuuji bite his lower lip, reaching down to stroke Kento’s cock with a measured pace from root to weeping red tip, just how Kento had shown him so many months ago when they first started sleeping together.
Kento didn’t want to look. It was too much, bottoming like this, looking at their contrasts, Yuuji’s taut skin and swelling muscles and the way his fingers pressed into the soft give of Kento’s less active salaryman’s body. It hurt the way a hike up a mountain to the peak hurt, so much work, but knowing that Yuuji loved him so much was the reward at the end of the journey.
But he couldn’t look away. It felt dishonest somehow, as the elder in the relationship, to deny how good they looked together by turning his face away. To deny the pleasure evident in every flex of their limbs.
So Kento moaned and he gave it up to Yuuji, letting every thrust push out the noises he kept hidden deep inside himself. He gripped the sheets in his hands, and took every centimeter of Yuuji’s cock inside his tight heat.
“Ah, Yuuji. Please, keep – ah, mnf – yes!” Every broken exhale that escaped his mouth brought a blush to the tips of his ears. Kento could feel it like a burn, twining all the way down his back. He wondered if his ass was as pink as his ears.
“Baby, you sound so slutty like that. Do you like it? P-please. Fuck, baby , please tell me I’m doing a good job. Am I making you feel good? Ple-please, Nanaminnnnn !” Yuuji’s grip went painfully tight, he could feel the throb of Yuuji’s dick in his hole like a second heartbeat. His voice was high pitched and he could see the way the muscles in Yuuji’s neck and abs flexed tightly in the mirror. He knew the signs, Yuuji was trying to stave off his own orgasm.
“Y-yes, Yuuji, like that. Stroke me a little faster, a little tighter, mnf – I’m almost there, sweet boy!” The endearment tumbled from his lips like wine, heady, rich, and a little indulgent. Just a single glass after a long day to drain away his cares. Something he wouldn’t give into on the regular, but special, expensive, and wonderful. “You’re such a good boy, so fu-ck-ing good.” Kento’s voice went up on a whine. He didn’t sound like himself, and if you asked him tomorrow he’d deny that he begged. “Don’t stop, Yuuji, please!”
Yuuji’s grip on Kento’s cock went tight and he added a twist at the tip, and that little bit of stimulation added to the pounding of Yuuji’s cock against his prostate sent Kento over the edge, spilling messily in Yuuji’s fist all over the duvet. He kept his eyes open only through his own stubborn will to watch Yuuji lose all previous grace and gentleness to pound frantically against Kento’s prostate, making him twitch in welcome overstimulation.
Yuuji whispered the guilty endearment of “ baby ” over and over quietly while his spine went progressively limp with each thrust. Kento admired the way Yuuji flushed from abdomen to cheeks while he came, draping himself over Kento’s back with slow rolls of his hips as he came down from his orgasm.
Yuuji’s weight on his back made Kento collapse onto the bed, right into his own mess. Kento grimaced at the wet and sticky feeling, but bore the indignity knowing how hard Yuuji worked to make himself last. Yuuji was so sensitive all over, he came quickly no matter how they made love. There was no way he could help it. He’d move soon. Kento could endure for a few more moments.
Kento found himself drifting, the combination of the warm room, massage and sex an unexpectedly perfect mixture for him to fall asleep to. He only stirred when Yuuji rolled off him, turning his head to watch Yuuji peel off the navy lace underwear, tucking them in the hamper instead of tossing it to the floor like Kento knew he would at home.
Perhaps he really was that tired because between one blink and the next Yuuji was standing in front of him with a wet washcloth, wiping his back down, and between his legs, Turning him over to a cleaner edge of the bed to lay a towel down over the mess and clean Kento’s stomach. The cloth was warm and soft, and Kento felt no need to fuss over the damp sheets or modesty like he might have hours ago.
He let Yuuji take care of him. Keeping his eyes mostly closed, blinking sleepily occasionally in the dim room to watch Yuuji’s beautiful figure as he neatened the room, letting his eyelids become heavier and blinks further apart.
“Nanamin sit up a bit.” Kento startled at Yuuji’s louder voice, seeing him sitting on the edge of the bed with a plate. “It’s not much but you should eat before you go to bed. If you sit on the chair over there I can change the sheets while you eat.”
Kento sat up groggily and took the plate, moving to the chair near to his desk, wincing as the cold wood met his bare backside. He let out a rough surprised laugh when he looked down at the dainty flower shaped fruit cut outs on the plate next to the paper wrapped sandwich. Cute.
He picked the sandwich up, biting into it with a low moan at the first taste. The bright tang of the vinegared carrots and cabbage contrasting with the squish of the boiled egg and the salty ham surprised him. He knew Yuuji probably had scrounged around in the fridge to find ingredients for this last minute sandwich but it tasted intentional, gourmet even. Kento ate with gusto, so focused he missed Yuuji changing the sheets, blowing out the candles, and turning on the low lamp next to the bed, until he felt Yuuji’s palm on the back of his neck. He leaned into the touch, turning his head to kiss Yuuji’s palm.
“Should we go to bed, Nanamin? I know it's been a long day for you.” Yuuji took the plate from him, leaning down to press their lips together.
Not a kiss of passion, but a kiss of comfort. A kiss that felt like clean sheets after a long day. Like the first glass of water after a hike. Six seconds of closeness, encapsulated through their lips. Yuuji pulled away first, a small smile on his face and rubbing his nose against Kento’s playfully before heading to the kitchen with Kento’s plate.
Kento pulled on his sleep pants, and climbed into bed. Usually he’d solve a few more crossword questions while waiting for Yuuji to come to bed, but tonight, he felt bone tired. Content to his core, but ready and waiting for his Yuuji to come to bed. Fragile in a way he never was.
Yuuji padded back into the bedroom, dressed in yellow boxer briefs and smelling clean like soap instead of the massage oil they both had rolled in. He climbed into bed and Kento found himself rolling over to tuck himself into Yuuji’s arms. Yuuji made a surprised noise in the back of his throat before adjusting himself accordingly, arranging his limbs to hold Kento close to his chest, one of Kento’s legs thrown over his strong thighs. He ended up plying the tips of Kento’s blonde hair between his fingers while he scrolled his phone in the dim light.
Kento would usually nag Yuuji about scrolling his phone in bed but his stomach was full, and a soft warmth filled his belly that had only a little bit to do with the sandwich Yuuji made him and more to do with being taken care of.
He drifted off thinking that maybe what started out as spoiling Yuuji was actually spoiling himself.