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Kojiro kissed Kaoru, his lips sweet from the crêpe au sucre they’d just shared on the way back to the hotel. Now in Kojiro’s room, Kaoru rolled his eyes at the sight of the open suitcase– it was half-empty, clothes thrown haphazardly on a chair and endless products taking up most of the bathroom counter.
Kojiro laughed against his lips. “Quit judgin’ me. Just enjoy the moment, four-eyes.”
Kaoru bit his nose. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He dragged Kojiro by the front of his shirt until they both fell onto the bed.
Their arms were wrapped around each other, their legs tangled. Kaoru moaned as Kojiro kissed him again, this time deepening it.
“Wait,” Kaoru gasped, pulling back but clinging desperately to Kojiro’s shoulders.
Kojiro pecked the corner of his mouth and looked at him, his brow furrowed. “What is it?”
Kaoru averted his gaze, unable to meet those big ruby-red eyes. “We’ve known each other for forever,” he whispered. “Why do you want this now?”
With a smile, Kojiro smoothed Kaoru’s hair from his face. “Why not now? We’re in Paris. It’s romantic. I can’t think of a better moment.”
Kaoru blinked, still not looking at him, his face red. “Oh.”
“Kaoru. Tell me what you’re thinking. Please.”
Kaoru shrugged. “I mean, it makes sense, honestly. To… do this, when we’re thousands of miles away from home, away from real life…”
Kojiro exhaled a heavy sigh, then nodded as if deciding something important. “Alright. We’re not fucking.”
Kaoru stared at him. “What?”
“We’re not fucking,” Kojiro repeated. “Not until we’re back in Okinawa. You think I want this just because we’re on vacation? I’ve always wanted this. I don’t just mean the sex– although god , do I want that –I mean I want you . I want all our little fans at S to keep fawning over us but know that I’m taking you home when the night is over. I want your clients to know that when you take them to eat at Sia, the only business and pleasure you’re mixing is between us. I want to fall asleep in your arms and to wake up with you taking up the entire bed so my face is squished against the wall.”
Kaoru laughed wetly, eyes watering. “Is that all?”
“Too much?”
“No,” Kaoru breathed. “I just wish… I just wish I would have known sooner.”
“I know,” Kojiro said. He held Kaoru’s hand. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re wrong about one thing, though,” Kaoru said.
Kojiro raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What?”
Kaoru kissed the back of Kojiro’s hand. “You let me sleep in, even though it was our first day here and we had plans. You haven’t once complained about the itinerary I made, even though I know you don’t always enjoy the things I want to do. You’ve chosen the best places to eat, the best times to take a break to wander around the city. You think I haven’t noticed, but you’ve been flirting with me all day– enough to make me flattered without making me feel uncomfortable. You took me dancing, you held my hand, you kissed me underneath the moonlight. It’s been one of the loveliest days of my life. So…” He trailed off, flustered.
“So?” Kojiro prompted, kissing the back of his hand too.
“So, we’re in Paris , for god’s sake. We are having sex.”
Kojiro blushed. “Kaoru…”
“If you want to,” Kaoru added quickly. “I just thought–”
“I want to,” Kojiro said, squeezing his hand. “I do. Let’s just go slow, yeah?”
Kaoru nodded, batting his eyelashes shyly as Kojiro cupped his face.
Kojiro smiled. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled about this, but I had always fantasized that if we ever did this, you’d be wearing one of your pretty kimonos.”
Kaoru scowled, bit Kojiro’s thumb, and pushed him back. He straddled Kojiro, ripping off the black sweater he was wearing and throwing it at his face. Kojiro’s laughter turned into a keen as Kaoru leaned forward and sucked his neck.
“I’ll be sure to wear a kimono next time,” Kaoru murmured against Kojiro’s skin before biting down. “Or perhaps something even better.”
“What– hah –could be better than that?” Kojiro panted in between kisses.
“When you were napping this afternoon,” Kaoru muttered, closing his eyes as Kojiro rolled them over. “I went on a little shopping spree.”
“Oh? Dior?”
“Tch. You know my tastes better than that.
“Ha. You always were more of a Vivienne Westwood type.”
“Close, but not quite.”
“Where’d ya go, then?”
“Agent Provocateur.”
Kojiro hissed like he’d been burned. “Are you serious?”
Kaoru snorted. “Yes. I bought several sets. But my favorite is a black topless bodysuit with a collar that’s connected by a gold chain from here–” he pointed to his neck. “--to here.” He dragged his finger down his torso until he reached his groin.
Kojiro groaned, and Kaoru laughed at his apparent misery.
“They had it in your size, too,” Kaoru said, almost conversationally as he started to unbutton Kojiro’s shirt. “Shame. I would have bought it, had I known the evening was going to end up like this.”
“You’d like me in something like that?” Kojiro asked, finally pulling his shirt entirely off.
Kaoru tilted his head. “Of course. Why, does that bother you?”
“No, I…” Kojiro looked down, then back up when Kaoru prompted him with a finger under his chin. “I’ve just never had a partner who wanted me to wear something feminine before.”
Kaoru stroked his hair. “It’s not necessarily feminine, although I do think you’d look nice all dolled up,” he said, only slightly smirking. Unguarded warmth bloomed in his golden eyes. “But you certainly don’t have to wear anything you don’t want to, Kojiro.”
“No– I think I’d like it.”
Kaoru initiated another kiss, and pecked his jaw. “We have plenty of time to… explore.”
“You’re right,” Kojiro nodded. “C’mere…” He pulled Kaoru closer, and the two went quiet after that. They went slow like Kojiro said, just kissing until both of their trousers and underwear eventually joined their shirts in a pile on the floor.
“You’re so beautiful, Kaoru,” Kojiro whispered.
“I know. Compliment me in a way only you could.” Kaoru smiled and kissed Kojiro’s shoulder, mostly joking.
“Hmm,” Kojiro pretended to think. “You have the loveliest hands. They’re the perfect combination of rough and soft. I like that they’re always stained with ink, I like that little scar on your thumb from when you ate shit on the half-pipe in high school. I like that your fingers are calloused from years of doing the things you love.”
“You’re embarrassing.” Kaoru blew a raspberry on Kojiro’s chest to hide his blushing face.
Kojiro laughed from the sensation. “You asked for it,” he reminded him.
“I know,” Kaoru said, kissing him properly. “Thank you.”
“I can keep going, you know,” Kojiro grinned. “You want me to?”
“How about you put that ridiculously big cock of yours to good use instead.”
Kojiro blushed again. “Is it really that big?”
Kaoru leveled him with a stare. “Kojiro. All of you is big.” As if to prove his point Kaoru grabbed his own erection and lined it up with Kojiro’s; Kaoru wasn’t small by any means, but compared to Kojiro, he looked rather modest.
“Ah, shit,” Kojiro swore. “Don’t do things like that, you’ll make me cum.”
“Maybe I want you to,” Kaoru flirted, his voice husky.
“Why? So you can make fun of me for being a minute-man?”
“Yes. And so when this ,” he gently stroked Kojiro’s cock with his slender fingers, “is finally inside me, you’ll last longer.”
“So smart,” Kojiro commented, though his breath hitched as Kaoru continued to stroke him leisurely.
“One of us has to be.”
Kaoru gasped when he suddenly found himself fully on his back with Kojiro hovering over him and sucking on his neck. “Oh,” Kaoru breathed, gripping into Kojiro’s soft hair with one hand.
“Yeah?” Kojiro grinned against his skin.
“Shut up.”
“No.” Kojiro playfully bit his nose–payback for Kaoru's bites earlier, though it wasn't much of a payback considering the way Kaoru giggled breathlessly –before giving him another proper kiss on the lips. He trailed his lips all over Kaoru as he continued talking; his temple, his collarbone, his shoulder… “I’m gonna open you up, nice and slow. Gonna suck your cute little cock and swallow all your cum. I’m gonna fuck you good and deep until you cum again. And then I’m gonna fuck you in the morning when you wake up, and again while we wait for room service to brings us des croissants et fruits et café au lait .”
Kaoru practically purred as he listened, curling like a cat into Kojiro’s all-encompassing embrace. “Sounds like a packed schedule.”
“ Oui. Mais n'importe quoi pour mon amour. ”
“Mmm. De jolis mots pour un joli gorille .”
“ Mon chéri .”
“ Ma bête .”
Kojiro wasn’t all talk, not that Kaoru was expecting him to be. He carefully worked him through his first orgasm before Kojiro finally pressed his cock inside his loosened hole, making the both of them groan out in pleasure and desperation. Kaoru wasn’t some pillow princess– despite their size difference, he was plenty strong enough to do some manhandling of his own –so he flipped Kojiro on his back and straddled his waist, riding him with a smirk until the sensation was too much; his lips parted with little oh, oh, oh ’s while Kojiro gazed up with so much reverence and adoration in his bright ruby eyes, Kaoru was forced to look at away.
Instead, as he alternated between grinding his hips in little figure eights and straight-up bouncing, he gazed through the balcony windows. From their hotel room, there was an aesthetic vantage point of the lively eleventh arrondissement , including a distant view of Sacré-Coeur , its off-white domed roofs lit up by pale yellow lights. Of all the places Kaoru had traveled, France just seemed like another drop in his bucket list. But after all the art and people and culture and Kojiro – it had somehow snuck into his heart in a way few places have before. He felt like he was somehow fucking both Kojiro and the city of Paris at the same time; he had never been this turned on in his life.
Kaoru begged Kojiro to cum inside, still shuddering from his own second orgasm. When Kojiro obeyed, they both knew they could go another round or two, but there was also no real rush. Instead they collapsed into each other’s arms, eventually sharing a single cigarette– they were on vacation, so such vices didn’t count in their opinion –and then got ready for bed.
Kaoru was pleasantly surprised at Kojiro’s extensive skin and hair products– maybe not that surprised, considering how handsome Kojiro was –and by the time they both brushed their teeth, they were fighting sleep.
“Sweet dreams, Cherry,” Kojiro murmured once they collapsed on the bed once more.
“Goodnight,” Kaoru whispered, nuzzling his face against Kojiro’s chest. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was the feeling of gentle fingers petting his hair.
***
Kaoru awoke to something hard pressing into his thigh, and his hand grabbed it on instinct before he even opened his eyes.
“Oi, careful sweetheart,” Kojiro hissed.
Kaoru hummed, his head still resting on Kojiro’s chest. He looked up at his best friend through half-lidded eyes. “We still have a couple things left on our schedule.”
Kojiro huffed a laugh, running his fingers through Kaoru’s hair. “Yeah. You’re right…” He kissed Kaoru deeply, neither of them caring about morning breath or sore muscles.
“I won’t last long,” Kojiro eventually admitted.
“Me neither,” Kaoru whispered. “Who cares?”
Kojiro smiled against his lips. Kaoru was still loose from the previous night, so it didn’t take much to prepare him for Kojiro’s cock again. Kojiro came first this time, clumsily rubbing Kaoru through his own orgasm.
“We need to bathe,” Kaoru complained, his words muffled from where he had his mouth pressed to Kojiro’s shoulder.
“Mmm. I’ll start the bath, why don’t you call room service?”
Any complaints died on Kaoru’s tongue when Kojiro kissed him and looked at him like he was an angel. For good measure, though, Kaoru pinched Kojiro’s cheeks to remind him that he wasn’t. Kojiro scowled and pushed him away in response, but not before he licked his cheek.
“Gross,” Kaoru said with a smile.
“Hurry up and order before I decide to eat you up instead,” Kojiro grinned back as he made his way to the bathroom.
“Corny.”
“Yup!”
Kaoru watched him go, his smile growing exponentially wider now that he was unobserved. When he heard the water running, he finally picked up the hotel room phone and dialed for room service.
“ Bon matin . Oui, c’est l'épouse de Kojiro… ”
By the time the food had arrived, the bath was ready.
“Come in here, four-eyes,” Kojiro called. “Bring the food with you.”
“Don’t tell me what to do,” Kaoru called back. He popped a raspberry into his mouth from where he was perched on the bed, and flicked open the latest Le Monde .
Kojiro, completely naked, appeared and leaned against the doorway of the bathroom. “Don’t make me tell you again,” he warned.
Kaoru bit into a strawberry this time, his eyebrows raised.
Kojiro scowled at him, though amusement was clear in his bright eyes. He strolled over to swoop Kaoru into his arms and carry him to the bathroom.
Kaoru couldn’t help but let his giggles burst forth, only too glad to let his best friend pamper him. “I’ll expect you to be this romantic when we go back home, I hope you know.”
“Darling,” Kojiro answered with a smirk as he carefully deposited Kaoru into the warm bathwater. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Kaoru hummed, opening his arms so Kojiro could join him with his back to his chest. “Looking forward to it.”
Kojiro kissed his wrist. “Me too. Mon amour, mon chéri .”
“Enough French,” Kaoru huffed.
“Sure thing, four-eyes.”
“Gorilla.”
“ Your gorilla,” Kojiro clarified.
Kaoru kissed him. “Damn right.”