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The first thing Kawika does when Kaleo finds him give him a kiss. Getting kissed by Wika is always amazing. It always leaves him breathless and wanting more. This time is no exception.
“What took you so long?” Wika asks, wrapping his hands around Kaleo’s shoulders.
Kaleo rests his hands on Kawika’s waist and nuzzles at his throat, placing a kiss there. “Place is too big, yo.” And Aether Island is too big. It took Kaleo a solid fifteen minutes to find this storage room, especially since this is meant to be a secret meet up. Well, ‘secret’ is relative. Big Boss Guzma had looked at Kaleo knowingly when he’d dismissed him and the other skull grunts from guarding the prez’s house.
“Mmm,” Kawika hums, tilting his head back to give Kaleo more neck to put his lips to. His skin is smooth and cool. He smells just like pinap berries, probably because he’s always baking poffins.
“How long’s your break gonna take?”
“About—” he exhales sharply when Kaleo gently nips him, “— an hour. Anyone gonna miss you?”
“Nope.” The boss will call for him and the others if need be. Right now Kaleo’s a free agent, and all he wants to spend his time doing is exploring Wika’s body and having Wika explore his.
“Good.” With that, Wika flips their positions and presses him against the wall. Their hats come off first, thrown uncaringly into a corner of the storage room. Next are Wika’s gloves and the bandana around Kaleo’s neck. Then Kaleo pulls the zip of Kawika’s jumpsuit down. Kawika pauses to shrug it off of his shoulders so it pools around his waist.
Seeing him out of his clothes makes heat pool low in Kaleo’s gut. He’s got nice arms and a solid chest; probably from all the sacks of feed he has to lift. Kaleo traces his finger over the other man’s torso before pinching his nipple.
“Fuck,” Kawika sighs, voice low, and Kaleo can feel himself getting harder in his pants. Wika’s hands move from where they rest on Kaleo’s shoulders, sliding down his body—over his sides, gripping his waist for a moment, slipping past his waistband into his shorts, before finally groping Kaleo’s ass right where it meets his thighs. He slots his thigh between Kaleo’s legs, and Kaleo’s cock goes from semi-hard to hard as a Carbink. “Why do you have such a nice ass?”
Kaleo closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall. He slowly grinds himself against the thigh between his legs and palms at Kawika’s cock. Between that, the mouth at his neck, and the hands squeezing his ass and thighs, he’s having a hard time forming any sentences. “When boss has us waiting and watching,” he answers eventually, “we’re always—“ he gulps when Kawika thrusts his cock into his hand “—sitting and squatting.”
“Mmm, I’ll be sure to thank him later. Come with me.” Kawika moves off of Kaleo’s body and takes his hand, leading him to a small desk covered in papers. Kaleo watches as his boyfriend moves the papers to another corner of the room, mesmerised by the size of his back and the way the muscles there work. Even with all the heavy lifting Boss has them doing in Po Town, Kaleo’s back isn’t nearly as wide. When Kawika comes back to the desk, he gives Kaleo a short, passionate, kiss before telling him what to do next. “Turn around for me.”
He does just that, turning and placing his palms on the desk. Kawika pulls him back by the waist, making his back arch and his ass stick out. Kaleo can feel Kawika’s cock, nice and hard, pressed against him. Thrusting against him. He can’t help the sound he makes at the back of his throat as he thrusts right back, enjoying the feel of Kawika’s boner sliding against his ass.
“There’s no time Wika,” Kaleo says breathlessly, looking back at the man. One hour isn’t enough for either of them to get prepped and fucked the way they like it. He watches, confused, as Kawika nods in acknowledgement and gets to his knees, pulling Kaleo’s shorts down with him. “Wika?”
Kawika smacks Kaleo’s ass and then squeezes, making the skull grunt gasp. There’s something hungry in his gaze as he stares at it; something that ignites the same hunger in Kaleo. He puts his lips to Kaleo’s right cheek as he gropes the back of his thighs. “I wanna eat your ass Leo.”
Huh. That… Kaleo… “Huh.” Kawika massages his legs as he waits for a response. Kaleo doesn’t really know how to feel about rimming. Kawika’s tongue does magical things to the other parts of his body, especially his dick. But his dick isn’t his ass. No duh. And that’s important. When was the last time he showered? “Been a minute since I had a shower…”
“I don’t mind,” Kawika tells him. Now he’s massaging the back of Kaleo’s calves and the skull grunt feels himself melt into the other man’s touch. That feels really good.
“I…” he starts. Stops. He isn’t really sure what to say.
“We can always do something else, Leo.” Wika’s hands aren’t on him anymore. He’s now seated on his heels, and there’s a smile on his face. It’s the gentle one that promises no hard feelings; the one that shows he means exactly what he says; the one that means he won’t push. It’s something Kaleo rarely ever got from his previous partners, and whenever Kawika does it, it makes his heart swell. If the man truly doesn’t mind, Kaleo is down for this. He nods.
“Need to hear it,” Kawika says, hands still in his lap.
“Go to town, Wika,” Kaleo says, blushing.
Kawika flashes Kaleo a grin and his hands go back to touching him; groping as they slide up the back of his thighs. “‘Ulaula’ if it’s too much, okay?”
Kaleo nods. “Yep.”
He faces forward again, focusing on the sensations at his back: Kawika giving each of his asscheeks a sloppy kiss; biting the flesh where his ass meets his thigh; groping his ass and slowly spreading it. As his boyfriend’s breath brushes against his hole, Kaleo doesn’t really know what to expect. “You have such a pretty hole,” definitely isn’t it, but it makes his cheeks flush and his heart pound faster in his chest.
And then… and then Kawika goes to town.
“Fuck!” Kaleo cusses. Kawika tongues him from his taint to the top of his crack, his tongue pressed flat, again and again and again. His hole twitches every time Kawika passes over it with his tongue and he feels his cock get even harder between his legs. It feels strange, but so far, Kaleo’s enjoying the heck out of having Kawika’s face in his ass.
Kawika pulls away to kiss Kaleo’s lower back. “Good?”
“Amazing,” Kaleo replies, already missing the feeling of Kawika between his cheeks, “gimme more.”
“On it.” He goes in with the wide-tongued licks again and Kaleo groans. When Wika closes his lips over his hole and starts circling it with his tongue, Kaleo buries his head in his arms and bites back a moan. Kawika pulls away again and Kaleo can’t help whimpering.
“Let me hear you, baby,” he commands gently before diving back in, and this time, the skull grunt doesn’t hold himself back. He gasps when Wika closes his mouth over his hole again and, instead of licking around his hole, thrusts his tongue against it. He moans when the tongue thrusts past the ring of muscle eventually, moving around inside him. It doesn’t fill him up the way Wika’s dick does, but Wika’s tongue lights all of Kaleo’s nerves on fire. The sensations get even better when Wika moans as Kaleo reaches back to place a hand on the back of his head and starts thrusting back against him. Then it gets better again when Wika stops holding his ass spread and Kaleo gets to really feel the other man’s stubble between his cheeks. Between his legs, his cock is getting wetter and ruining the shorts pooled at his feet—not that he cares.
When Kawika pulls back again, Kaleo gives an audible groan disappointment. Kaleo looks back, about to tell Wika to get back to it, but he loses his train of thought when he sees the brunet’s face. It’s wet and messy, cheeks and chin covered in spit and eyes glazed and dark. Fuck, he looks hot. The skull grunt yelps in surprise when Kawika circles his hole with a finger and then pushes it in.
“You’re being so good for me Leo,” he says as he thrusts shallowly, “think you can cum like this?”
“Yeah Wika,” Kaleo says, breathy. His cock is throbbing like crazy between his legs, and he has no doubt that Kawika’s tongue and fingers will do it for him.
“Then get there for me baby.” And Kawika dives back in, thrusting his finger further in as he puts his tongue back into Kaleo’s hole. It feels more intense than anything he’s ever done before, and Leo cusses into the crook of his elbow when Kawika presses his finger against his prostate.
“There Wika, right there—fuck,” Leo babbles, pushing back against Kawika’s face. And then Kawika adds a second finger, and the stretch combined with the feeling of his tongue inside him and the pressure against his prostate are all too much. “I’m—” Kaleo doesn’t get to finish the sentence, his orgasm sweeping over him and leaving him seeing stars.
He comes back down from his high as Kawika gets back onto his feet behind him. Legs still shaky, he turns around and takes Kawika by the waist before turning them both around and pushing him to sit on the desk. “What are you…” Wika starts, voice trailing off as he watches Kaleo sink to his knees and pull the jumpsuit down far enough that his cock is free.
“I want you in my mouth,” Kaleo informs his boyfriend, voice still hoarse from all the moaning.
Kawika’s eyes darken even further and he licks his lips. He rests one of his calves on Kaleo’s shoulders and pushes him further between his thighs, his face getting closer to his groin. Kaleo can’t help licking his lips when he sees Wika’s cock—tan like the rest of him, head dark and wet with precum—twitch. Kawika puts his fist to his mouth and groans. “I’m not gonna last long baby.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Kaleo says with a smile. And then he swallows Kawika, savouring the taste of him in his mouth; the way he fills it up and reaches the back of his throat.
It’s intoxicating: the way Kawika, mouth hanging open, watches Kaleo suck his cock; the moans that fall from his mouth, deep and drawn out; the silent “fuck, Leo” that slips past his lips when Kaleo hollows his or swirls his tongue around the head; the way he leans back and wraps his leg around Kaleo, using it to control the bobbing of his head.
Then he groans loudly and lets his head fall back, his thighs going tense against Kaleo’s ears. “I’m cumming!” And that’s Kaleo’s cue to take his boyfriend as deep into his mouth as he can and moan as his cock throbs and spurt after spurt of cum hits the back of his throat. He swallows every drop; he always does whenever Wika cums in his mouth.
Once Wika’s cock has gone soft in Kaleo’s mouth, they separate and begin cleaning up in comfortable silence.
“Fuck,” Kaleo whispers as he holds his shorts up and inspects them. He doesn’t have a change of clothes.
“Some break, huh,” Kawika snorts, looking at the very conspicuous stain on the front of his white jumpsuit. “There’s no saving these right now.” He gestures at their clothes.
They look at each other for a moment before they both burst out laughing.
“So?” Kawika asks as they do their best to get some of the staining out. There’s something not quite right about his smile. Brittle. As Kaleo watches his boyfriend rub at the front of his pants, he realises he’s nervous. Nervous about his performance.
Kaleo’s heart squeezes, cause he doubts anything Kawika does will ever not make him happy. Also, did he not hear Kaleo moaning his head off? “Eleven out of ten. I’d do this again.”
Kawika’s eyes light up and his smile brightens. “Oh?”
“Yeah.” And Kaleo means it. The things Kawika’s tongue does to him… damn. “I’m down for a repeat performance, Wika.”
“You are?”
“Mmhh. Except this time —“ Kaleo pinches Kawika’s ass and the man jumps. He has a nice ass, plump and full, and now Kaleo has new ideas about how to appreciate it; ideas that go beyond just putting his dick in it. “— I’ll get to taste you.”
Kawika’s eyes darken a bit, gaze smouldering, and then he shakes his head with a chuckle. “My break ends in ten minutes. But…”
Kaleo grins. “Butt?”
He leans in. Pecks Kaleo’s lips. “No, numskull,” he says affectionately, “I get off in three hours. Then…”
“… Then?”
“Then… nothing can stop me from riding your handsome face.”
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