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Kohaku tosses and turns under the covers of his bed, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in. He fails, groaning into his pillow as he reaches to the nightstand for his phone. He checks the time.
02:18 AM.
He sighs, setting his phone back down on the nightstand before turning over to his side.
Madara is sleeping peacefully in the bed across from him, his usually braided hair now falling to his shoulders and face. Kohaku sighs.
The man isn't the worst person he's ever talked to, far from that in fact. He's just infuriating sometimes. His stupid laugh, his annoying comments whenever they're on a mission, his frustrating selflessness and insistence on doing everything on his own.
Sometimes Kohaku really does just want to kick his shin. To just grab his shoulders and tell him that they're partners, that he can share his burdens.
But, he knows Madara would just laugh it off. Like everything else Kohaku has said to him.
If he were to be serious and actually say his feelings for Madara, the guy would just laugh and joke about how adorable Kohaku is for being so sweet to "mama."
It really does frustrate him. Madara frustrates him.
Yet looking at Madara's peaceful face, his sweet smile, it makes Kohaku feel all warm inside. It makes Kohaku want to hug him and tell him to just let his brightness wane if he's so tired; to not be so solitary anymore.
But it's not just his chest that's feeling something by looking at Madara.
He groans as he rubs his thighs together, feeling his cunt get hot by just looking at Madara. He's on a mission for goodness sake! Now's not the time for this!
Kohaku turns around to face the wall, attempting to fall sleep again. But his mind won't let him. His thoughts are filled with Madara. All those times Kohaku had stolen glances at him while they were changing, even earlier that evening when Madara just came out of the shower with nothing but a towel around his waist. That felt like an intentional attempt to tease Kohaku, especially with that stupid smile of his.
Eventually, Kohaku just gives up on sleeping. If his body really wants him to satisfy himself then he'll just have to oblige. Maybe he'll finally be able to sleep after he gets himself off.
After making sure that Madara is truly fast asleep, Kohaku slips his hand past the waistband of his shorts. He's already wet without having even touched himself yet thanks to all of his shameless thoughts of Madara. He runs his hands through his folds, slicking up his fingers before he begins to rub his clit. He lets out a shaky breath as pleasure courses through his body for the first time in a while. The faster he rubs his clit, the more his legs quiver and the harder it is for him to keep his voice down.
He bites his lip to stop himself from moaning, continuing to rub his clit faster and with more pressure all the while his mind conjures images of Madara. He can feel himself getting close and he moves his fingers faster to chase that pleasure.
A small moan escapes his lips, and he stops. He hesitates to continue moving his fingers, covering his mouth with his free hand as he waits for any kind of sign that Madara had woken up.
"Hm... Kohaku..? You're still awake..?" Madara's voice is sleepy and low as he speaks.
Kohaku groans. "Go back to sleep."
Madara chuckles, sitting up on his bed. "Why so cranky? Couldn't sleep? Need Mama to cuddle you and sing you a lullaby?"
"I'm not some baby! Just go back to sleep already!" His voice is a little breathless from his previous pleasure, his tone somewhat panicked even if he tried to hide it with his usual harsh tone.
"Aww, I can't go back to sleep now that you've woken me up!" He gets out of his own bed and walks over to Kohaku's, sitting next to him.
"You don't need to be so cold, y'know. We're partners, you can be honest with Mama!" He smiles at Kohaku, petting the boy's head.
He still faces away from Madara, a blush forming on his cheeks and his heart racing as the older man pets him. He can feel himself get even wetter just from Madara's hand on his head. Kohaku simply sighs again.
"You're so annoying sometimes."
"What did I do?!"
"Be an idiot with no self-awareness."
Madara chuckles, stopping his petting to start playing with Kohaku's pink locks.
"Can you at least look at me while you're scolding me? Please, Kohaku?"
The boy groans, but he obliges. Not like ignoring Madara will make him stop anyway.
Kohaku slips his hand out of his shorts and wipes his slick on his shirt, trying to make his movements as subtle as possible so Madara doesn't think he's doing something underneath his blanket. His face is slightly red as he looks directly at Madara, pouting.
"There. Happy?"
A hand brushes Kohaku's flushed cheek. "Why so red? Embarrassed to have Mama be so close to you?"
"Stop calling yourself 'Mama.' It's creepy."
"Aw, come on! I'm just trying to be comforting. Is it not working?"
"It's you, 'course it ain't."
"I guess." He sighs, brushing Kohaku's hair out of his face. "I'm just too big and scary to be a good Mama, huh?" He laughs, though it's tinged with a hint of sadness.
"Ya ain't a Mama, but that ain't a bad thing. You can be something else." Kohaku looks away from Madara's eyes, feeling his heart rate die down a little from talking to the older man.
"Like what, pray tell?"
"I dunno, like a boyfriend or something?"
Madara laughs again. "Why a boyfriend?"
"'Cause you need to learn how to actually get along with people. You overcompensate for your appearance by being too friendly, which leads to you being a moron when it comes to actually talking to people."
"Am I really that bad?" He chuckles, leaning closer to Kohaku's face. "How exactly do you think being someone's boyfriend would help me get better social skills?"
"Ya have someone to learn from and grow alongside with. It's easier to do something if it's for the sake of someone that ya care about."
"Is that not just you, Kohaku?" He smirks.
"HUH!?" A bright blush adorns Kohaku's face, so red that he's sure Madara can tell despite the dim light of the hotel room.
This makes Madara burst out laughing. "I was just teasing you." He says between giggles. "That reaction was adorable." He covers his mouth, still laughing slightly.
"Dipshit..." Kohaku brings a hand to his face to cover his blush, wanting to turn away from Madara. But he also doesn't want to. He wants to stay close to Madara, to continue talking with him and to have him touch him more.
"Hey, Madara..."
"Hm?" He tilts his head, still smiling as he brushes Kohaku's hair behind his ear.
And Kohaku couldn't help but moan from that simple touch.
He immediately covers his mouth with his hand, his face bright red. Madara continues smiling as he pulls his hand away.
"Sorry. We should probably just go back to sleep. We have a lot to do tomorrow." He begins getting off of Kohaku's bed.
Madara shouldn't be doing any of this. He shouldn't have gotten out of bed in the first place. He should've just let Kohaku sleep and just kept their relationship professional because that's all they are. Just partners, nothing more nothing less--
"Wait!"
A hand grabs hold of Madara's wrist before the man could go, snapping him out of his reverie. Kohaku can't bring himself to look at Madara's expression as he speaks, preparing himself for rejection.
"I... uh..."
Slowly, Kohaku peels away the blanket that had been covering him. He pulls his shorts down, revealing just how wet he is to Madara.
"...do you.. want me to help?"
Kohaku nods.
And Madara smiles before climbing back onto Kohaku's bed.
To think that Kohaku would reveal such a shameless side to him. He couldn't help but stare a little at Kohaku's cunt, smeared with slick as he positions himself on top of Kohaku. He starts with a gentle kiss to Kohaku's temple, his touch light as a feather.
"How's that?"
"Do you really need to ask?"
"I don't want to force you into anything." He begins pushing Kohaku's shorts all the way off his legs.
"If you do something I don't like, I'll kick your balls."
"Or you can just say no. I'll listen, I promise." He kisses Kohaku's cheek this time as he slips his shorts and underwear completely off.
"Fine. But ya don't need to ask every few seconds."
"I won't. I'll be good."
Madara slips a hand underneath Kohaku's shirt, beginning to roll and pinch his nipples as he peppers kisses down Kohaku's jaw and neck. A soft moan left Kohaku's lips as he clutches the pillow underneath him.
With a gentle smile, Madara slips his hand down and begins rubbing Kohaku's folds. He teases Kohaku's clit, making him moan and grab onto Madara's hair with his other hand. He chuckles softly before beginning to deliberately rub Kohaku's clit while sucking on Kohaku's nipple.
This sends Kohaku into a state of pure pleasure. He's surprised. He didn't know having another person pleasure him would feel this good. The pressure and friction on his clit with the moist warmth on his nipple is making him see white.
But Kohaku can feel Madara's fingers shifting a bit. His thumb is still putting pressure on his nub, but he's also slowly pushing his index and middle fingers inside. Madara looks at Kohaku to gauge his reaction, his expression one of comfort and affection. Kohaku's face is shameless; his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is agape as he moans at the sensation of being filled. He grinds his hips against Madara's fingers to chase the pleasure even further.
The older man continues rubbing the upper side of Kohaku's cunt, enjoying every little moan that comes out of him. Seeing Kohaku let himself go like this is an exciting treat that Madara wishes he could have more of in the future.
"Madara... fuck..!"
"Does it feel good?"
"Good, really good! Madara..."
With the way Kohaku's moaning his name, Madara couldn't help but get excited himself. That sweet voice calling desperately for him makes blood rush right to his cock. He starts moving his fingers at a slower pace so Kohaku can answer him properly.
"Say, Kohaku, are you a virgin?"
He's breathless as he answers, his voice a little shaky from the pleasure. "Yeah. Why?" And then it hits him. "Do you--"
"Yeah..." He lays his head down on Kohaku's chest. "You don't have to if you don't want to, I can just--"
"Look, I... we can do it..."
"Wait, really?" His eyes widen in shock, his cheeks now a little red. "You're ok with having your first time with me?
Kohaku simply nods as he looks away, bringing a hand to his face to hide how flustered he is by the whole ordeal. "I want to do it... with you, Madara..."
Madara's eyes sparkle as he hears those words. He can't believe Kohaku would be ok with him taking his virginity, let alone actively wanting him. He couldn't help but blush profusely, his erection pressing against Kohaku's stomach as he reaches up and kisses Kohaku's neck.
"I'm really glad you want me as your first." He whispers as if almost saying that to himself. He sits up on his knees and leans over to the nightstand, pulling out a condom from one of the drawers and tearing the packaging open with his teeth. The two had discovered those earlier that day while settling in to the room. The two never thought they'd be the ones to use them.
As he slips his pants and underwear off his hips, Kohaku couldn't help but stare at Madara's cock, erect with desire for him. He swallows, feeling himself get even wetter as he watches Madara stroke himself a few times before rolling the condom on.
When Madara lined himself up to Kohaku's cunt, the younger man reached out for one of Madara's hands. In truth, Kohaku was still a little scared. He could very well get injured if the two aren't careful. And if that happens, he at least wants something to hold onto; something to comfort him. Madara nods, still keeping that calm expression as he laces his fingers with Kohaku's. Slowly, Madara pushes himself inside. He moans at the tightness and heat of Kohaku's cunt as he pushes himself all the way inside.
The sensation of being filled to the brim with something so stiff and long, it sends Kohaku over the edge. A loud moan leaves his lips as he arches his back, squeezing Madara's hand as he closes his eyes.
Madara chuckles softly, letting out a shaky moan of his own as he feels Kohaku tighten around his cock. He tilts his head with a grin.
"You just came, didn't you?"
"S-shut it..."
He laughs again, leaning down to pepper kisses all over Kohaku's face. But never his lips. He doesn't move his hips quite yet, waiting for Kohaku to give him the go ahead. He couldn't help but moan slightly though as he waited. He hadn't had sex in a while since leaving Yumenosaki, and Kohaku's tight virgin cunt felt amazing around his cock.
"Haah, you're so tight.." He places a hand on Kohaku's hip, his other hand beside Kohaku's torso to support himself.
"It's only because you're so big, dipshit..!"
"I'm just a little bigger than average. I think it's because you've never had sex before." He presses a kiss to Kohaku's neck.
"I was stuck in my family's house for 15 years. What else did you expect?"
"Nothing really..." He gently bites Kohaku's neck, not enough to leave a mark. "It's just nice seeing you be so out of your element."
A small moan left Kohaku's lips. "Are you some kinda sadist?"
"I don't think I am," --He smirks-- "but I can be if you want me to~"
"This is my first time, I wanna keep it vannila. I'm not some kinky bastard." He glares at Madara, though it isn't meant to be threatening.
Since when have they gotten so comfortable around each other? To think that Kohaku was skeptical of working with him back on their first mission together. And now he has the man's cock inside him.
Kohaku sighs, placing a hand in Madara's hair. "You can move now."
He nods, slowly rolling his hips to get Kohaku used to the feeling. This makes both of them moan, closing their eyes and holding each other tight.
"Madara..."
"Hm? Does it hurt?"
"No..." --he whimpers-- "fuck..! Madara..."
"You have to tell me what you're feeling, Kohaku." He kisses Kohaku's cheek, gently rolling his hips again.
"Good! Really good, Madara..!"
The older man continues kissing all over Kohaku's skin as he moves at a slow, gentle pace. He's doing it for Kohaku's sake, but even at this speed Madara is already moaning alongside him.
Why is that? He wonders. Sure, Kohaku's tight but there's another feeling clouding his mind outside of pleasure.
His train of thought was cut short when Kohaku wraped his arms around Madara's back. He looks at Kohaku, admiring the pleasure and bliss so clearly written on his face just from his gentle movements; because it's Madara that's giving him the pleasure. That thought makes Madara go faster, just above a regular pace. Kohaku moans louder, tears pricking his eyes.
"Kohaku... you feel so good..."
He moans at the praise, his legs starting to quiver from all the pleasure. "Madara... I'm close..."
"I'm close too..." Madara begins going faster, burying his face in the crook of Kohaku's neck as he moans.
It doesn't take long until the two reach their climaxes, crying out each other's names as they hold each other close. Madara buries himself deep inside Kohaku as he releases into the condom. While Kohaku's cum squirts onto Madara's cock, some of it dripping down onto the bed.
Madara's breathing is heavy as he looks at Kohaku, a sweet smile on his face as he leans over and finally kisses Kohaku's lips.
"You're so cute, Kohaku..."
The younger man looks at him with wide eyes, his face beet red as Madara finally kisses him on the lips. "I.." He starts, hesitating a little.
"I love ya, Madara..." Kohaku says with a smile, one that's genuine and sweet.
Now it's Madara's turn to get flustered. He didn't think Kohaku liked him back at all and yet, the man before him just uttered those words with the cutest expression. Madara gives Kohaku another kiss to his lips, lingering for a little longer this time.
When he pulls away, he's smiling again, like an idiot who's completely head over heels for Kohaku. "I love you too, Kohaku! I love you with all my heart!"
Kohaku chuckles, petting Madara's head. "You're so cute when you're excited."
"Wait, I thought you found it annoying."
"It was annoying when you got excited and did something without telling me. Though, you're cute no matter what. Sometimes you just get on my nerves."
"Well, sorry. Maybe you can be the boyfriend I need to not be so annoying."
"I'll take you up on the offer then. But first..." he smirks before he wraps his legs around Madara's waist and his arms around Madara's neck.
"Fuck me again."
"Vulgar." Madara chuckles. "But we're on a mission. Don't you think we should stop while we're ahead?"
"I'll be fine. I've been trained to have good stamina. Or are you saying that YOU can't handle it?"
"Well..." he hesitates a bit, holding back a moan as he feels Kohaku's cunt tighten around him.
"Come on, you're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle it."
"I thought you were supposed to keep things professional." He smirks, rolling his hips a little to tease Kohaku.
He moans in turn, that smug grin still on his face. "I'm a man with desires just like any other. Don't think I didn't notice you're cock twitch inside me."
Madara sighs, smiling. "Fair enough. I guess I can't really deny that, can I?"
"My Miracle."
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[A solitary star travels the world, drawing a map of the open sky.
A petal reaches out to that blurred illusion, drawing the reality in pixels.
Crossing each other's paths under the rainbow colored sky.
"Free my mind."
"Right beside me."
"The dream of you."
"I'm too scared to hold onto you."
"I won't let go of your hand."]