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Kenjirou’s patience is wearing really thin. He can’t fucking believe this is happening.
His nerves are wrecked already, but the young woman behind the counter with a sassy little hat is tearing them apart completely.
“Are you sure that you have no flights for today? Like, there’s not a single seat anywhere to get me back to Japan by tomorrow?”
To give the woman some credit, the corner of her mouth does only a little twitch of annoyance, even when this is around the ninth time Kenjirou has asked her that. The busy, buzzing airport is full of people like a hive full of bees, and the noise is getting to his nerves as well; and there’s a long line behind him getting even longer every passing minute, with a man with shoes that click obnoxiously against the hard surface of the floor every time he taps his foot. Kenjirou might throw something at him soon, with how the noise seems to vibrate through his skull, making his already fried brain even mushier.
(It doesn’t help how he got his brain fucked out of him only few hours ago. He feels dumber than normal, and that’s just one disgusting feeling he doesn’t want to get used to.)
“I apologise sir, but unfortunately we are completely booked for the next twenty-four hours. What I can do for you is to get you a comfortable room in our airport hotel and the first possible flight back to Japan. Does that sound like something we can work with?”
That sounds like complete shit to Kenjirou, but he knows he’s being unreasonable, at least to some extent. He knows the airline employees can’t make miracles happen.
He sighs, deep and thoughtfully. The woman perks up, already sensing him dropping his case.
“Then I would like to have a room for one”, Kenjirou starts, and is already continuing that he wants the very first ticket back home when-
“Make that room for two. One bed, please.”
Kenjirou’s heart goes haywire, his chest so full of fluttery butterflies that he thinks there might be a bad case of heart failure. There’s heat all over his body, prickling his skin, but somehow also chills shivering down his back, like a melting ice cube had been dropped inside his shirt on a hot summer day. It’s electrifying, like the man now standing there, shoulder just barely touching shoulder like a whisper. He grins and Kenjirou thinks a lighting might’ve hit him right that moment, how he feels sparks on his fingertips.
He turns his head to look at him, those chocolate brown eyes with spots of grey like thunderstorms in them. Semi Eita winks at him, and Kenjirou tries to glare, but only manages to melt a little bit against his body.
He is so drained, his mind a jungle of thoughts with no start and ending. Semi feels solid and even with the lack of time they’ve spent together, even when it was quite… Intimate, Kenjirou feels like if he were to jump, Semi would catch him.
But even then, when he is almost fully leaning on to his side, Kenjirou is one prickly bitch.
“Why do you think I would need a room for two?”
“You won’t but we will”, Semi answers without missing a beat, and Kenjirou can feel a hand curling around his waist. Semi is now wearing his whole uniform, and fuck if that’s so hot, especially when Kenjirou is so close he can see the little dark bruise peaking under his collar, purple and blue, shape of Kenjirou’s mouth. Especially when Kenjirou knows that the skin under his underwear must still smell a bit like Kenjirou too.
Electrifying.
The woman behind the counter blinks, now completely silent and mouth a bit agape.
“So, for two?” she asks carefully, slowly.
“Yeah”, Kenjirou admits.
Semi grins, wicked and lopsided and it makes Kenjirou’s heart rate spike to unhealthy levels and dick twitch, which is very inconvenient in the middle of an airport. He can still hear the tapping of a shoe behind him, but Semi’s grip on him tightens, and it doesn’t bother him as much anymore.
Suddenly, he is fully charged, like the electricity from the thunderstorm Semi Eita wields in his fingertips has kickstarted his whole body again. He feels how the annoyment and frustration bleeds out of his body, making it full of shocks and snaps, lightning curling around his heart and flipping it, amping it to a whole new level of beats per minute.
“And while you’re at it, can you make sure he gets to my flight tomorrow”, Semi continues, leaning his free forearm against the desk, sliding a piece of paper across it to the lady. He has his charming grin on, and Kenjirou wants to kiss it so bad. “Please upgrade the ticket to first class as well, for all the trouble we’ve caused.”
The woman stares at him for a second before smiling and nodding, and she starts talking again. Kenjirou’s attention has already turned its focus on Semi, who is looking straight forward, his side profile all for Kenjirou to admire.
He’s going to spend a night with this man. Oh dear gods.
The hand around his waist slips away, only for his long, calloused fingers to grab Kenjirou’s, weaving between fingers much more delicate. Kenjirou feels how they pull him with Semi to the sea of people and he has nothing against it, so he follows. He hopes Semi listened to the woman behind the counter, because he sure didn’t, not even the time his flight will leave. He is a meticulous man, but for once in his life, details are slipping away from him.
It’s scary. It makes Kenjirou exhilarated, but also afraid, and he doesn’t know what to do with all these feelings.
Semi smiles over his shoulder. It’s different from the smirks that usually lift corners of his mouth; it’s gentle and soft, and makes Kenjirou awfully like he could just melt into liquid quicksilver, get burned by the lightning striking inside him.
“Hi”, Semi says, and the voice has the same tones as his smile.
Kenjirou stops, and pulls Semi to stop as well with their intertwined fingers. The man in front of him turns around to look at him with a raised eyebrow. Kenjirou lets his gaze wander just a little bit, to take in all of Semi Eita he hasn’t seen yet. He is a bit taller than Kenjirou- not much, but still- and even if that makes Kenjirou’s mush of a brain to get even more mushy, somehow it also annoys him.
(He’s lying; nothing about Semi Eita actually annoys him, but he is nothing but a mortal man and he is so, so afraid.)
“What are you doing?” Kenjirou asks, voice sharp and much more put together than what any other part of his body feels like.
Semi dares to laugh a pretty little thing that escapes his lips in a beautiful symphony.
“Is it not obvious? Taking you to our hotel room.”
Kenjirou almost folds right there and then, thinking about something being theirs, his and Semi’s, but he is a stubborn motherfucker, so he keeps his cold demeanour.
“Why?”
Semi still smiles, and tilts his head a little bit. His dumb, floppy hair tilts with him.
“Because I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left”, he says, straightforward and non-afraid, blowing through all Kenjirou’s own worries. He wants to say, me too, but he can't, so he keeps quiet, letting Semi set his duffle bag to the ground and using his free arm to curl around Kenjirou again, pulling him with a wide, steady palm on his lower back closer to himself. Kenjirou goes, and finds himself flush against Semi’s chest, tilting his head back to see him better. Semi’s face is so close to his that there’s mint scented air hitting Kenjirou’s flushed cheeks with every breath.
The whole scene is quite indecent to a busy airport, but even if Kenjirou has always been against public displays of affection, he finds he doesn’t mind it one bit. As a fleeting thought, he thinks about what others at the airport must think; if they think he is a boyfriend picking up his pilot partner, forgetting all about the luggage next to him. Then Semi leans even closer, lips like fluttering wings of a butterfly against Kenjirou’s earlobe, voice dripping thick honey that is full of sweet things and sin.
“And because I would really like to fuck you until your legs shake so bad you can’t walk away from me like that again.”
✈️
That is how Kenjirou ends up being pushed against a hotel room door.
Outside the room.
“Fuck, you brainless dickhead, we need to get in first”, he tries, but Semi is right there, and somehow he is suddenly like a high school student with a huge crush on his senpai, not being able to push back. He can feel Semi’s lips on his jaw, hot and wet. It’s quite intoxicating and Kenjirou knows he has already lost.
“I have no patience for that”, a voice rumbles against his throat and Kenjirou can feel a knee pushing between his thighs and parting them, making room to press against him, against Kenjirou’s already hardening dick.
Why is it so hard to resist him?
“What, you going to just fuck me here, where everyone can see?” he hisses, but it blows to his own face when it actually makes Shirabu’s own dick twitch. Semi notices immediately, and raises his head to smirk at him with a raised brow.
Shit.
“You would actually like that, wouldn’t you? Do you want everyone to see?” Semi mumbles against his skin, his breaths hot and heavy with something that makes Kenjirou’s head swim. “Do you want everyone to see how well you take me, baby?”
Kenjirou really needs to get inside now, before he actually gives in and lets Semi take him there, against the door that seems to be a bit too challenging to cross. He somehow manages to swipe the keycard and press the handle, making them both stumble into the dark room, and quickly pulls his own luggage to the room before closing the door behind them so Semi doesn’t get any other funny ideas.
He huffs a bit, silence spreading around them. Kenjirou closes his eyes and tries gather around whatever is left from his wrecked brain, torn and worn and fucked to almost unusable all in one day. He swallows and turns, only to lean against the door again. His gaze wanders to the man in front of him, hanging his navy blue jacket away from his shoulders, dropping the duffle bag to the ground.
What you need to know about Shirabu Kenjirou; he likes keeping the reins in his own hands. No matter how much he loves the thrill of leaving his body to someone else to take care of once in a while, he has definitely never done that without a little fight.
So Kenjirou takes this moment and gathers himself back together, ignoring how Semi’s eyes try to strip him apart, like he wants not only to see Kenjirou’s bare skin, but to see Kenjirou’s soul. He lifts his hand like an offering, and when Semi catches it, Kenjirou pulls him closer with a sharp movement that crashes both of them against the door. Kenjirou doesn’t care how the back of his head knocks roughly against it, enjoys it even, and fits his lips against Semi’s in a way that is more like a punch than a caress.
Semi doesn’t seem to mind if the lewd sound he makes is any indication.
Kenjirou is a meticulous man, and he likes things tidy and neat; but there’s hot blood in his veins that boil over so easily. It used to be a ugly thing inside him, something connected to anger and fury, and even if Semi has already proven he can definitely awaken those sides of Kenjirou as well, it’s somehow so very different. It’s the way pure sparks run down his spine like volts made out of passion and lust, but also his soft smile and gentle voice.
When Semi leans back just a little bit to catch his breath, Kenjirou’s eyes fixate on his mouth. His lips are already wet with spit and Kenjirou can see the imprints of his own teeth bitten to Semi’s lower lip, now flushed plumper than before.
He realises something; that he might’ve been living the worst day of his life, but also, maybe the best. Maybe he is already addicted to this man and his electric pull. He lifts his fingers to touch against the lovely, so fucking lovely lower lip, dragging a tidy nail against the pretty pink. It’s malleable under his finger, dips a bit when he pushes against it, and when he drags it downwards with a delicate movement, Semi lets his whole mouth open. Kenjirou can see his tongue, and dips his finger inside, just to lay it over the wet surface for a brief second before pulling his hand back.
Semi’s mouth stays a bit open and his eyes dark; like the dark chocolate has turned molten and sticky; his gaze never leaving Kenjirou, black, thick eyelashes blinking slowly.
Kenjirou drags him down to kiss him again. He is pretty sure he could be fine with just this, just making out with this infuriatingly hot man, but he also thinks about the prettiest mouth he has ever fucking seen and how he wants it to-
“What do you want, angel?” Semi asks, breathing straight into Kenjirou’s mouth.
He wants, he really fucking needs-
“I want your pretty mouth around my dick”, Kenjirou answers. It feels a lot like holding the reins, but maybe Kenjirou is just fooling himself.
It doesn’t matter, because without a question Semi drops to his knees in front of him. Kenjirou is still leaning against the door when Semi turns two eyes full of emotions Kenjirou hasn’t known is even possible to feel with this kind of volume. He is so beautiful like this, looking up towards Kenjirou, wetting his lips with a slide of tongue, making them glisten even more deliciously. Corner of Semi’s mouth twitches a little bit before taking the form of a small grin, and oh, it really is all just his little game; how to make Kenjirou lose his mind, to think he had reigned over thunder and stormy clouds, but it’s for naught. No one should even try to tame something so fierce.
Kenjirou likes to keep reins in his own hands, and Semi is letting him think he has any power. It makes him swallow very slowly while tugging away the cardigan again, throwing it behind Semi with his t-shirt, and then, finally, his sweatpants that did nothing to hide the outline of his hard dick anyway.
He can’t be anything else than completely turned on with the way Semi is given him so much to take, looking at him like that. Kenjirou lets his hand slide against himself a few times, pumping his cock to full hardness, eyes fixated on the man in front of him, on his knees and so fucking gorgeous, looking at his dick like it’s something he wants to devour.
“Hey baby”, Semi says, scooting closer and nuzzling his nose against the soft, pale skin of Kenjirou’s inner thigh. His tongue laps against it before Kenjirou can feel teeth against it, ready to leave marks on him. Kenjirou wants him to leave a mark on him, as many as he would like. “You are so fucking ethereal like that. I want to learn every beautiful sound you can make, I want to hear all those moans you needed to silence before.”
Semi hooks his hand behind Kenjirou’s right knee, and smoothly lifts his leg over his shoulder. He turns his head to the side to slide his intoxicating mouth against Kenjirou’s skin, kissing the faint mole in his upper thigh, almost lovingly. It makes Kenjirou’s insides twirl, and heat up, a whole tropical hurricane wrecking his heart, spinning it around and around. It’s not unpleasant, but it makes Kenjirou’s head hazy. He leans his back against the door, trying to ignore how his left leg is shaking more and more every moment with how Semi’s lips affect him.
Then he can feel teeth bite and he almost crashes down to the floor. Semi’s hands catch him, keeping him upwards and his lips are smirking, as devilishly handsome as always.
“Shut up”, Kenjirou says, wrinkling his nose disapprovingly.
“I didn’t say anything. Yet, anyway”, Semi hums and runs his tongue against Kenjirou’s knee where it’s leaning against his shoulder. He looks back up and Kenjirou is lost for a second, and maybe it’s the way hurricanes twirl in Semi’s eyes too, thunderstorms ready to strike him like cupid with his arrows. They lock eyes, and both just stare in awe; and when Semi swallows, Kenjirou follows the movement his throat does while doing so; and can’t take away his eyes when Semi licks a long line from the base of his cock to it’s tip, tongue slick with saliva that spreads against his shaft. The chocolate eyes never stray from his.
“I want to swallow you whole”, Semi starts, wetness spreading against Kenjirou’s dick again with tongue as far out as possible, flat against his dick. “I want to feel your cock as far in my throat as it can go and then I want to fuck you until you don’t even know your own name, and can’t even remember why you are stuck here with me. Most of all, I want to fuck that fucking attitude out of you.”
Then he takes Kenjirou in his mouth and sinks around it, hot and wet and fucking perfect, all the way. Kenjirou almost dies, he is sure of it and he is a doctor after all, the way his leg gives out and he needs to grab Semi’s hair to keep himself from not falling down. He is sure the grip hurts, but Semi just hums approvingly against his dick, making the vibrations from his throat carry against it all the way to Kenjirou’s spine. He moans, free and lewd, and then his other leg is thrown over Semi’s other shoulder. Kenjirou looks down with a hazy gaze, and is met with a fucking wink.
Kenjirou likes to keep reins in his own hands; but the way Semi takes them away so damn easily feels so fucking freeing. He is dangling in Semi’s hands, legs over his shoulders, back against the door and no one can really blame him for being so blissfully happy to just not think, for once in his life. No one could resist him, him, Semi, just there staring at him with hot half-lidded bedroom eyes. He looks so good, just warming Kenjirou’s cock with his addictive and adjusting mouth, and Kenjirou wants to taste him too. Wants to taste his soul, devour every aspect there is to enjoy about this man.
Finally he moves, throat relaxed and ready to take him, head going back and forth while still holding Kenjirou’s weight. His lips feel soft and tight against his cock, making a circle of pure pleasure while his tongue curls around him, and when Semi pulls back until only the tip is inside his hot mouth, he stuffs his tongue against the slit.
It’s maddening. It’s a high so good, Kenjirou has never felt so damn good before. His heels dig into the back of the white shirt Semi is still wearing with fancy navy-and-gold patches on the shoulders Kenjirou can feel under his thighs. He wants more, even if he isn’t sure how that is even possible.
When his hips unintentionally thrust forward, undulating movement grinding against Semi’s face he can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of Semi’s throat, and for the first time, he gags a little bit. Kenjirou is already opening his mouth to say sorry when he catches the look on Semi’s face.
Kenjirou knows he is easy to bait with a challenge; and even if they met that same day, Semi has played for that part so many times already. He does it again, cocked eyebrow raised and Kenjirou can feel the taunting words that his cock-filled mouth can’t form. He knows Semi is daring him to do it again.
Kenjirou does; again and again, moving his hips in hypnotising circles, fucking into Semi’s mouth slowly. It’s driving him mad and delirious with how Semi hollows and sucks like he can’t get Kenjirou inside him fast enough, deep enough, and doesn’t want to let go. There are fingertips against his hips now, helping him rock with his position over Semi’s shoulders, and Kenjirou’s fingers spread even more where they are sinking into Semi’s hair trying to help him pull towards the wet heat of his mouth.
The man under him is starting to flush with the exertion, cheeks flushed and beautiful. Kenjirou looks at how his eyelashes flutter with slow blinks.
He speeds up, until the speed is much more ruthless. When he is stumbling just on the edge, he yanks the hair in his hands a little bit; face morphed into a question; and Semi quirks an eyebrow with a tiny, barely noticeable nod. Hands pull him even closer, an invite.
Kenjirou takes it and the next second, moans loudly while spilling onto his tongue and throat.
He feels a bit intoxicated when Semi manoeuvres him off his shoulders. His legs are surely shaky, and it takes a while before he can actually stand without leaning on the wall. Semi rises from where he was still on his knees.
“Do you need something?” he says with a soft voice, arms circling around Kenjirou’s waist and lips ghosting against his ear. Kenjirou swallows.
“I think…” he starts, and halts for a second, “I think I need my phone. I never informed people at work that I can’t make it, I just warned them I might not. I also would like to clean up, just a little bit before… Uhm, yeah.”
Semi hums, and lets him go.
Kenjirou grabs his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants on the floor, sprinting towards the bathroom. To be honest, he couldn’t care fucking less about work right that moment, but he needs an excuse to take his phone with him.
He isn’t panicking, per se. But it all feels so damn intimate, much more than what happened in that cockpit, and he knows his thoughts have gone seriously haywire a long time ago. He is crazed; and he needs the most level person he knows, right now.
Taichi picks up on the second ring.
“What the fuck, Kenjirou, it’s the middle of the night? And aren’t you on a plane right now?”
“Uhm, about that”, Kenjirou starts. “It got cancelled.”
He can hear rustles from the other side, when Taichi rises to sit up on his bed, probably hearing how unsettled Kenjirou sounds.There’s a huge yawn, and Kenjirou can see it in his mind as well; after being roommates with him during his whole time in a fancy private high school, he knows how Taichi looks first thing after waking up. Ginger hair ruffled, always heavily lidded eyes even more sleepy. Life in the private school dorms taught Kenjirou all there is to know about Kawanishi Taichi.
“Why are you calling though? Did something happen? Is everything alright?”
That is the question, isn’t it? Something definitely happened, but Kenjirou doesn’t know if everything is alright. He stands in front of the sink, staring straight into the mirror; the naked Kenjirou staring back at him, caramel coloured eyes wild and frantic in a very uncharacteristic way, copper locks curling around his face a lot less neat than he would hope. They are messy, and there’s a purple mark just over his collarbone.
Kenjirou swallows.
“Uhm, so you know how we don’t really talk about feelings and stuff, right?” he starts carefully. Kenjirou can hear Taichi shift again, his pyjamas ruffling against the sheets. Taichi likes crispy, clean sheets, and even if he is very laid back and straight up lazy sometimes, he changes his sheets like a robot oddly often.
“Kenjirou, did something happen?” he says, and sounds so damn serious. Kenjirou can hear the worry in his voice, and he knows he isn’t being fair right now. Everything is just fine, but-
“I think I might be in love”, he blurts out. “Well, at least falling in love, maybe.”
It’s a surprise how it actually isn’t so hard to say out loud. Even so, it is more like a whisper than anything, since Semi is still just on the other side of the wall, and that spikes up his heart rate way too quickly. Semi who is waiting for him. Semi who wants to spend the night, the whole night, with him.
Taichi, honest to gods, fucking snorts. “You’re what now?”
“In love”, Kenjirou repeats, and feels his cheeks heat up. He can see it in the mirror how his cheeks flare bright red, spreading to his ears and chest with record speed. In love. How fucking embarrassing.
“You are my best friend and all, but what the fuck?”
“Um”, Kenjirou starts and thinks for a second how to continue. “So the flight was only delayed at first, but we were already boarded so we just had to sit there for hours, right? And, um, at some point I got really impatient, and I was so pissed. I just wanted some answers, since they didn’t tell us anything about the hold-up.”
“Okay, hold up”, Taichi stops him. “You’re not calling from the jail or something, right? Did you get arrested? You have to improve your anger management, Kenjirou.”
It might be a fair presumption, and much more likely than the real version what happened, but it still makes Kenjirou bristle like an overly pissed-off cat. He wants to hit Taichi, just like he would if they were actually hanging out together, knocking his elbow to Taichi’s ribs hard enough to make him yelp.
“I did not get arrested, you shithead”, he almost shouts, but quickly lowers his voice to a hiss. “I, um, went to the cockpit to ask about what was going on and, um, got a bit tied up there.”
He can hear how Taichi’s eyebrows knot a little bit, confused. “Tied up?”
“So, what if, hypothetically, the pilot was really hot and I was really tired, and therefore can’t be held accountable for anything I said or did, alright?”
“Kenjirou”, Taichi’s voice is low and running out of patience. “What did you do?”
Kenjirou swallows, once again. Taichi has seen too much of him already; he won’t judge Kenjirou. Well, that is one fat lie, he definitely will, and he will probably bully him to his early grave for this, but at least he won’t leave Kenjirou best friendless and lonely any time soon.
“I fucked him”, he says quickly, before he can back out. “Well, he fucked me, I guess. In the cockpit.”
“You did what now?”
“It was in the heat of the moment, alright? I don’t know! He was so hot, you don’t understand, and he just sat there smirking at me! The plane was full of passengers too, it was crazy, but…” Kenjirou drifts off, biting his lip. His dishevelled, naked self still stares back at him from the mirror.
“But what? Kenjirou, where are you now?”
Kenjirou stays quiet for a bit. “In my hotel room.”
One, two, three beats of silence. “He is there too, isn’t he? That’s why you’re whispering.”
“Yeah”, Kenjirou admits. “And he just sucked me off. I swear to gods, Taichi, I’ve never experienced anything even close to that hot before. It was like a religious experience. He is so fucking perfect and he is waiting for me, what do I do?”
“Let him fuck you six ways to Sunday, what else would you be doing? Puzzles? For a guy so smart, you can be pretty fucking dumb sometimes, Kenjirou.”
Kenjirou really wants to hit Taichi.
“It’s not that simple!”
“You seriously woke me up for this?” Taichi says, voice deadpan. “Some guy sucked your dick so good you just went and fell in love with him?”
Kenjirou bites his teeth together, jaw clenching. It’s not like Taichi is wrong there, he’s absolutely right. It’s dumb, and maybe just the byproduct of the after-sex haze, but Semi seems to make him act pretty out of character and riles him up in all the right and wrong ways. It’s addicting, and it makes Kenjirou’s toes curl against the bathroom tiles with excitement.
Taichi sighs. “Just go. Enjoy him, if you like him so much, and talk to him. Maybe he feels like that too.”
“Oh, wow”, Kenjirou mutters. “You are actually giving me half decent advice? That’s a first.”
Taichi hangs up on him immediately.
Kenjirou lowers the phone from his ear and does send a message to work about his current situation. The hospital won’t be happy with him, but there isn’t much Kenjirou can do about that. They won’t fire him anyway.
He focuses on cleaning himself from all the sweat and other bodily fluids on his skin with a towel and washing properly to be clean for what is about to come, trying not to think about the man on the other side of the door too much while doing so. He fails with impeccable precision. He was attracted to Semi’s appearance from the first moment they met, but he never thought he would be so attracted to his personality as well, as much as he knows about it anyway. He annoys Kenjirou a lot, and takes the bait to fight back way too easily, but at the same time, seems to disarm Kenjirou in one beat with his words.
(Semi even, just a little bit, has already made him feel soft in ways Kenjirou didn’t know he could be.)
Kenjirou looks at himself in the mirror again. His cheeks are a bit flushed still, and blotches of red continue all the way to his chest. Copper coloured hair is a mess, dishevelled and sticking up from the back of his head where they rubbed against the door just a moment ago. He thinks about how Semi had looked up at him in front of him, lips stretched around his cock and hunger in his eyes. Maybe Semi likes him like that, messy and ruined.
He walks out of the bathroom to find Semi sitting on the bed, fully clothed. It’s a simple room, covering the essential furniture and a little door to a small balcony in the opposite corner. Kenjirou walks to find his luggage, flipping it open and reaching for his toiletries. He picks up the lube and a condom packet he was looking for, throwing them in an arch to the bed behind Semi.
“Take your clothes off”, Kenjirou orders. Semi raises one very expressive eyebrow, but Kenjirou holds his gaze steady, looking through thick eyelashes until Semi folds and stands up. It becomes clear then how little of him Kenjirou saw in the cockpit before; how he hasn’t seen the curves and dips of his muscles under his skin, or how smooth all of that surface is, how ready for Kenjirou to have a taste.
There is a tattoo, reaching from his shoulder to the edge of his forearm. It’s black and white, but there’s suddenly so much Semi to see, he can’t really focus on the art more than that. He watches Semi to unceremoniously strip away from his clothes, setting them on a dresser on his left oddly neatly, even though after all this, wrinkles are probably not the biggest problem he will have. And oh, there it is, the outline of half chubbed dick in his underwear, but not for long since he undresses them as well.
“Well?” Semi asks then, rubbing his neck a little bit. Kenjirou can’t believe him, being shy now, after all this time.
Kenjirou hums a little, but closes the distance between to kiss him again. It’s a bit slower than before, but just as intense, if not more, and swallows Kenjirou like a heavy, warm blanket. Semi’s hands come up to cup his face, which feels oddly sweet for the situation, and makes Kenjirou’s heart flip like it’s seriously having some trouble keeping up with a steady rhythm. It should worry him more.
He ends up laying on his back on the bed, soft pillows under the copper crown that his hair makes against the white linen. Semi’s fingers are already warming up the lube in them since he had insisted on opening him up, even if it won’t be much of a challenge this time. It really isn’t; Semi can go in with two fingers immediately.
Semi’s eyes follow intently how his fingers spread Kenjirou open.
“You’re still loose from before”, he states, and without the little hint of adoration in his voice, Kenjirou might feel a bit ashamed. But the way he is watching Kenjirou tighten around his fingers when he tries to pull them back laced with amazement, Kenjirou can’t really do much else than pant. “I can’t believe you are actually here. I know you will feel just as perfect as before.”
“What the fuck are waiting for then?” Kenjirou hisses between his teeth, and yelps when there’s a gentle slap against his thigh. It’s innocent and painless, more like a warning shot, but it makes him still burn even hotter.
“Stop being so impatient. I want to take my time with you, now that I can. I want to spend as much time inside you as possible”, he says, something sharp but low as well, and Kenjirou’s eyes roll to the back of his head with the thought of Semi filling him up for hours. He doesn’t find it unpleasant the slightest. “You have no idea how insane you make me, baby. I think I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”
Kenjirou moans a little, and even if it’s probably just Semi’s sex-clouded lizard brain talking, it makes him lightheaded and ready to take all the confessions he has to give him. He would easily say yes to anything at that exact moment; and he hasn’t even had Semi’s dick inside him. Well, at least not inside him in this scene, where they are the only occupants in the crispy, white sheets, and not somewhere where they need to be quick and quiet.
Semi does take his time, his fingers in and out of Kenjirou’s hole, too slowly and not deep enough, at least until he curls them in a way that makes Kenjirou produce noises he didn’t even know could come out of him. He feels so hot and delirious, the burn in his lower abdomen gathering more intense every passing second. He has closed his eyes a long time ago, but he opens them and blinks a few times to get the haziness away from scrunching them shut for too long. Semi looks like Kenjirou is his favourite entertainment, something he can’t get bored of; Kenjirou whimpers a little.
Kenjirou doesn’t beg.
“Just fuck me already, okay?” Kenjirou manages to get out. Semi just hums, hammers his fingers in with a calculated twirl of his wrist and curls them. He has an eyebrow raised, and it’s taunting Kenjirou as much as the wicked grin on his face.
Kenjirou doesn’t beg.
But-
“Please”, and it slips out easily before Kenjirou can catch it. He curses inside his mind, but still, when Semi pulls his fingers out of him and takes the condom, rips it open with his teeth and then grabs the lube to spread it around his cock, it doesn’t feel like Kenjirou lost anything.
“Whatever my baby wants”, Semi says while he arranges himself over Kenjirou, Kenjirou’s legs dropping even wider on instinct.
Semi lines the tip against the rim, and Kenjirou tries to calm down his breathing. He feels a bit too winded up, a bit too stretched thin; like the thread of his sanity could snap any minute. His legs feel weak and shaky when he curls his toes in time with Semi pushing in. There’s nothing else in the world at that moment; the quiet hum of the hotel room air conditioning unit is like white noise that makes him fall even deeper.
“Fuck”, he lets out when Semi finally bottoms out and is he filling him even more than before?
Semi’s hot breath hits the skin of his neck, before he lifts himself to hover over Kenjirou. Kenjirou can feel the wetness of his eyes stuck to his eyelashes, and he feels like he has been like this for hours already. He can’t get enough.
“You alright there, princess?” Semi asks and shifts so he can free one hand to sweep some of Kenjirou’s hair off his forehead.
Kenjirou scowls. “Never call me a princess again.”
“Noted”, Semi snorts and then he moves, hips pulling back and slowly thrusting back in.
He starts the same way he has done everything so far; slow but with a force that leaves Kenjirou breathless. He grinds his hips in the end in a way that makes lightning crawl under Kenjirou’s skin until sparkles shoot out of his fingertips, tingly and electric. He decides to lift them to dig into Semi’s back, muscles moving deliciously under his hands.
Semi drops his head and kisses him, and if Kenjirou could think at that moment, he would probably think about how different this was from the time they spent together before. Everything feels somehow more, and he wants it all.
“Faster”, Kenjirou struggles out against Semi’s lips. Semi hums again, but doesn’t do anything to change his phase. Kenjirou bites his lower lip, teeth digging against delicate but a little chapped skin, and drags it out for a bit before letting go. “Faster, I said.”
“You are so bossy”, Semi says, but there’s a hint of laugh under his tone. He leans back, and grabs Kenjirou’s thigh to lift it over his shoulder, again. He does this to Kenjirou’s other leg as well, hands curled around milky thighs. There’s a little pause before he rams back in with enough force to drag Kenjirou up the bed. He mewls, a filthy little sound, and Semi does it again and again, hands falling from his thighs to his hips to pull Kenjirou even closer every single time he thrusts back in, lifting Kenjirou’s lower back off the bed. It feels so maddening, the way this position takes all the power from Kenjirou; and he should hate it, usually would hate it, but now he just lets himself be there and get fucked by Semi.
He is getting louder every thrust, and he knows it but can’t make himself stop. Semi looks straight down in trance how his cock disappears inside Kenjirou, eyes fixated on the drag it makes against the hole. Kenjirou’s own dick is bouncing over his stomach with every movement, now flushed deep red with arousal, but Kenjirou doesn’t reach for it, not even with the growing need to come.
Chocolate brown eyes shift their gaze back up, locking with Kenjirou’s ones, but it’s hard for him to keep the connection. His eyelashes flutter with the might of his pleasure, Semi hitting the spot inside him again and again, making it feel like liquid ecstasy is streaming in his veins.
“You’re so loud, pretty boy”, Semi starts and Kenjirou kind of wants him to shut up. More so, he wants him to keep going, because Semi’s voice has this hypnotic note in it, and his words make Kenjirou so, so lightheaded. “Do you want everyone to hear you? How thoroughly you’re fucked?”
Kenjirou tries not to react, but his body has not been listening to him that whole day, and his already mushed brain is really not at it’s best, so he moans, loud and high. His dick kicks a bit of precome to his stomach, blurb to add to the puddle on his stomach.
“I think you actually do, kinky”, Semi continues with a smirk and Kenjirou does try to kick him with a wobbly leg. It’s half-assed at best, how he tries to be fast enough to lift his leg where it’s resting on the other man and dig the heel to Semi’s shoulder. He doesn’t succeed; Semi grabs him by the shin before and folds it in half against Kenjirou’s body. His thrusting has stopped, his dick only half-in. “That’s not a bad thing. Honestly, I want everyone to see how well my baby takes my dick.”
His voice is a low purr that makes its route through Kenjirou, and Kenjirou makes a really embarrassing sound for the things he keeps saying with that addictive, honeyed voice. It makes him flush, but he is so red already from the exertion that he doesn’t believe Semi will notice. But it’s so fucking hot, and maybe Kenjirou really does want everyone to see him like that, getting railed to oblivion by this gorgeous man.
“Do it then”, he says, and can’t believe he is actually saying that.
Semi’s facade finally drops, his expression dropping to something more like confusion. He still hovers over Kenjirou, his other hand grabbing his leg and his dick half-in, half-out, but when he tilts his a bit like a lost puppy, Kenjirou can’t think of anything else than cute.
“Do it then”, Kenjirou repeats. He has never done anything like this before, but Semi seems like a good person to start experiencing with. “Fuck me on the balcony.”
Semi blinks slowly, but when Kenjirou’s words finally get through his thick skull, he turns into a blurry of motion. He slides completely out of Kenjirou, and rushes to lift him up. Kenjirou squeaks from the surprise when he is lifted off the bed on a princess carry and wraps his hands around Semi’s neck quickly, burying his face to his shoulder. Semi looks like he is on a mission at that point, mouth in a thin, determined line. It’s kind of dorky, how excited he suddenly gets, but the stupid, mushed brain inside Kenjirou’s skull decides it’s adorable.
Kenjirou does realise to open the door when they get there so Semi doesn’t have to put him down. The balcony is actually really pretty; their hotel room is in a corner and two out of four walls are made of glass railings. Kenjirou shivers a bit when he is lowered to the ground, but the rug over the cold and hard surface of the floor isn’t that bad.
“Turn around, hands on the railing”, Semi says. Kenjirou wants to retort, but he is already on thin ice, so he does what he is asked, bending over to grab the steel railing. He looks at the glass under it; feels the breeze going through his hair, and is very much aware how everything can be seen like this. Their room isn’t that high either; anyone who is up these late hours could see them from the street, especially so with how dark it is, and the light shining through the door left open after them.
He feels a soothing hand on his hip, and a kiss against his spine between his shoulder blades.
“You still alright, baby? Or do you want to go back inside?”
Kenjirou nods once before he finds his voice. “I want you in me so bad.”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. Semi enters him in a one quick move, his body much more forgiving after all that has happened today. He doesn’t wait before starting to undulate his hips and Kenjirou is a bit sad he can’t see it all; the way his muscles ripple in his stomach when he grinds his hips forward in an intoxicating way. Semi isn’t as forgiving with his speed now either, ramming inside him with fervour, chasing a high they both want to find today.
Kenjirou’s legs feel weak and unsteady, but calloused, beautiful hands keep him upright. Now when he is standing, he can feel excess lube dripping down his thighs, making their insides sticky and wet. He lets out a string of curses and whines and moans, not able to care who hears him anymore. The slapping sound of skin meeting skin makes him whimper even more, shaky hands pushing back where they are holding the railing so he can grind his ass against the man behind him.
“Ah, Semi, fuck-”, he tries to say, warn him about the fact that he’s going to come, but it gets broken by the hard thrusts that make him pant. Semi’s cock drags against his walls sharp and fast and luscious.
“Eita”, Semi says behind him. “Call me Eita.”
Kenjirou does, with a broken voice. “Eita, I’m gonna- ah, I’m gonna come.”
He feels lips against the nape of his neck, kissing and biting as one hand sneaks around him to hold his cock in a large hand. “Please do, baby. I want to feel you around my cock when you come.”
Kenjirou feels his head go even hazier, scrunching his eyes tightly shut. He grips the railing with white knuckles when the flames inside him finally take over, striking him in a white lightning, making his body taut and his dick spurt come against the ground and the glass.
He feels Semi fuck him through it slowly and deeply, opening his eyes with fluttering eyelashes trying to get his gaze to focus on the man behind him with a tilt of his head over the shoulder.
“You can keep going”, Kenjirou tells him. Semi lifts an eyebrow.
“Are you sure? You’ve been through a lot today already.”
“Mmm”, Kenjirou hums, turning his head back forwards. “Just do it. I won’t break that easily.”
He bites back a whimper when Semi does thrust harshly back from the oversensitivity, but it has its own delicious feeling. He can hear Semi behind him moaning while chasing his own release. Kenjirou makes a few noises when Semi hits him all the right places, and his cock tries to twitch back to life, but it’s too exhausted to actually manage.
“You feel so fucking good, you have no idea, how are you still so fucking tight”, Semi tells him from behind him. He keeps babbling things that are always filthier than the previous sentence, and Kenjirou feels weirdly happy to be where he is. His sex-drunk mind couldn’t think of any other place he would rather be.
When Semi finally comes, Kenjirou can feel him curl behind his back, sweaty forehead dropping between his shoulder blades once again. He breathes hotly against his skin, puffs of hair making Kenjirou shiver. It feels like forever while they stand there, even if it isn’t very long, and somehow, Kenjirou feels oddly content like this. Less because he is naked and sweaty in such a visible place, but more because of the man behind him.
“Come on, lets go inside”, Semi hums finally. Kenjirou does walk back with his own legs, but they feel unbelievably unsteady and when Semi grins at him, he glares back.
They shower together, but mostly because Semi insists on not leaving Kenjirou alone and to like, drown (Semi’s words, not his). Kenjirou won’t admit it, but it is kind of nice to lean against him while Semi washes his hair, and if he lets Semi take care of him a bit more, no one else than them has to know about it.
It’s when he is tucked under the covers that the awkwardness takes him over. He doesn’t know how to act when Semi slips into the bed as well; maybe Kenjirou should just keep his distance, even if he actually wants to be skin against skin as tightly as possible. They didn’t talk about this.
As usual, and just as straight-forward as he has been so far, Semi just reaches for him without a word and pulls him against his chest. Hands comb through his hair, and it’s a new kind of content where he can just bask in the remains of the afterglow and melt against the other man. Semi’s bare skin is warm against his. If Kenjirou peaks a little bit, he can see Semi’s neck, now full of bruises he has left at some point. He supposes that makes him happy too, see how it all was real, and now he could just fall asleep right there in his arms, but then again, he can hear Semi’s voice.
“So, where are you from?”
“Why?” Shirabu asks with a sleepy voice.
“Just trying to get to know you”, Semi hums and keeps threading his fingers through the copper of Kenjirou’s hair. It’s a new kind of electricity inside Kenjirou and he does keep his eyes open that time to look into Semi’s eyes. They are calm now, like the sea after a storm, reflecting all kinds of wonders to Shirabu. He can see the grey spots like thunderclouds, he can see the gentle way his brows are set, very unlike any other expression before.
Kenjirou kisses him, just because he can.
“I’m from Sendai, but I live in Tokyo now”, he replies after their lips part. Semi hums again, and ghosts his nose against Shirabu’s cheek.
“What a coincidence”, he says. “Me too.”
Kenjirou waits until his patience runs out and he can’t anymore. He kicks Semi to his shin where their legs have tangled into a mess of limbs. Semi yelps, and scowls. “What the fuck was that for?”
“Ask me out, you dumb fuck.”
“Do you want me to ask you out?”
“Yes, but right now I might actually turn you down if you do so”, Kenjirou deadpans, only to be flipped on his back while Semi hovers slightly over him.
“Oh my god, you want to date me so bad”, Semi says in a way that a grown man should never talk, and Kenjirou scrunches his nose. Semi is close again, his hair tickling against Kenjirou’s cheeks. He is just as beautiful as ever before, even like this. Maybe even more like this, in this tranquillity the night and this bed is offering them.
“You are terrible. I'll take it back. I really don’t want to date you, ever.”
“You’re such a bad liar, pretty boy”, Semi laughs and kisses his neck, trailing his lips and tip of his tongue against the muscle leading from his collarbone to behind his ear. “So, would you like to go on a date with me?”
Kenjirou swallows and Semi kisses his throat when it clicks with it. “Yeah.”
“Cool, because I really like you and meant it when I said I couldn’t get you out of my head before. Honestly, I think it might be worse now. I won’t be able to not think about you for years after this.”
Kenjirou laughs, a rare but delighted sound, and he can feel Semi smile against his neck. It’s dark outside and a bit chilly in the room after they left the balcony door open for a good while; but Semi is warm and comfortable against him.
“You’re so lame”, Kenjirou says, even when he doesn’t actually think so. Semi rises from where he had been hiding to roll his eyes at him.
“But you still want to date me.”
Kenjirou smiles.
“Yeah, I just might.”
✈️
”Welcome aboard, sir, I hope you enjoy your stay with us.”
Kenjirou scowls towards the man grinning down at him. He sits on his seat, nice and comfortable with a lot of room for his legs, since Semi did get his ticket upgraded after all. The plane has been in the air for hours already, nothing but sea under them.
”Aren’t you supposed to be, I don’t know, flying this thing?” he asks quietly, since the passenger next to him is sleeping. Semi crouches down, leaning his elbows against his knees.
”Not really, I'm just been transferred back to Japan”, he says, voice amused by the grumpy display Kenjirou is giving him, like he didn’t wake up in his arms this very morning to soft kisses. ”But anyway, would you like to have that tour around the cockpit, for real this time?”
Kenjirou looks at the fierce man in front of him, and smiles while standing up. There’s sparks in his fingertips; a twirl of electricity against the curling corners of his mouth; sizzling shivers running down his spine.
”Yeah, lead the way.”
Semi- no, Eita- does, and Kenjirou wants to follow.