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“Not much of a flier?” Inui turned to look at Sanzu as he spoke to him. This whole plan has been introduced to Inui in such a way that Sanzu hadn’t actually explained it. It was hard to keep Bonten separate from him when also including him in bits and pieces of it. Sanzu needed to leave the continent and he was going to be gone for a little over a week. He had cleared a “plus one” with Kakucho and Mikey, the former caring more than the latter, but he hadn’t been asked for a name. Which was a shame because he would have loved to explain that he was bringing Inui Seishu with him and he wanted to see if Kokonoi had a reaction if he ever found out. But he supposed there was still time for that to occur. He planned to take pictures.
In normal business settings, people shared travel pictures all of the time. So if Sanzu slipped in a few pictures that captured Inui in the right light in vague shots, it was all fun and games if he showed them to Koko later.
His thoughts were interrupted as Inui spoke, “I haven’t flown much. This is the first time in maybe fifteen years.” Sanzu reached over and took hold of Inui’s hand, intertwining their fingers. It seemed to calm him and Sanzu thought it was both flattering and surprising that Inui could find solace in Sanzu’s touch at all. He sometimes lived a little like he was Frankenstein’s monster, like people should be running toward him with pitchforks, but in reality, he hadn’t done much that most, if not all, of the former members of Toman even knew about.
In Bonten, yeah, he could argue that he was born of a nightmare. He was akin to a bloodthirsty monster in certain angles. But with Inui, a lot of his sharpest edges were rounded and softened. “My pilot is well-trained. Nothing will happen to you, I promise.” Sanzu informed Inui. For anyone else, he’d offer a cocktail of drugs and some alcohol, but he didn’t want Inui to be inebriated. He also didn’t really want to deal with any potential complications. Plus, for once, he was sober and he was going to try his best to remain as sober as possible while still being able to function. He might drink, he supposed, but he wasn’t looking to get so fucked up that he blacked out.
The flight was going to be a long one. Sanzu had warned Inui of this, and even though Inui had brought headphones, a fully charged phone with a charger, and several other things to stay occupied, part of the way through, both ended up talking instead of actually doing other things. Maybe that was also why he enjoyed Inui’s company so much. He knew vaguely what Sanzu could be capable of. Yet, he treated Sanzu like he was just another person. A human that had interests and views that he wanted to hear. It meant more to Sanzu than he cared to admit.
“Do you think you’d ever grow your hair back out?” Inui had asked. They were in the middle of two subjects, having moved from a shared love of the ocean and a hatred for how messy things were at the beach and Sanzu’s question that had been on his mind. But Inui caught him off-guard so he held back for now.
Sanzu frowned. “My hair is kind of long. What do you mean?” He was a little irritated, too, because it sounded like Inui didn’t like his hair. He would genuinely shave his head if Inui wanted him to. But he saw Inui smile a little and shake his head. Even Inui’s smaller smiles looked so beautiful on him.
Inui was still holding Sanzu’s hand, but he touched Sanzu’s thigh playfully as they talked. “No. I mean, you have a sort of mullet.” Inui replied. Sanzu laughed because he had a mullet, it wasn’t a ‘sort of mullet,’ but he thought Inui was trying to be nice and that meant a lot more than it should have. “Sorry! No, I mean like, you know my hair. It’s full and long.” Inui had been growing his hair out lately. It was past his shoulders now and Sanzu thought it was so beautiful.
“I’m not mad,” he started. Sanzu wasn’t. He was working on a theory, actually, that it was impossible for him to ever be mad at Inui. “But yeah, if you think I should. I could stop cutting it.” Inui was shaking his head, probably trying to explain that that wasn’t necessary, but Sanzu didn’t really care what he looked like. “You knew me when I had longer hair in Toman. But we didn’t talk much.” Sanzu informed him. Inui looked like he was trying to picture it. “My hair was a lot lighter. And I wore a mask.” He didn’t have any pictures to offer. In fact, Sanzu had no pictures of him at all. He didn’t take pictures of himself now other than the few that Inui had asked for throughout their strange little arrangement they had. And even then, he hadn’t really understood why Inui had wanted them.
It was for the best Inui didn’t remember. He was indirectly responsible for the Koko-Inui fallout during the Tenjiku period. The subject eventually changed a few more times, sliding naturally into various topics. Sanzu was pretty sure this was the most he had ever bothered talking to anyone apart from Mikey, but Mikey was usually high or asleep or somewhere in-between the two. Inui was awake and listening. It was very different as far as what Sanzu was accustomed to. “I have a question,” he said.
Inui took a sip of water and then nodded. He seemed more relaxed, chiller than hours ago. “Ask away,” he said with a small smile. Sanzu noticed that they were still holding hands and now realized that was why it had taken Inui so long to get a drink of water. He would have let go, but Inui was holding on pretty tightly.
Sanzu looked him over and then said, “Why did you agree to go all the way to Spain with me?” They had been talking for a while and really, despite every single thing about Sanzu, he meant Inui no harm. Sanzu was only as dangerous as he wanted to be and while he was a weapon for others to use and for the rest to die by, he wasn’t that for Inui. He had decided at some point in the almost nine months of spending time with Inui that he would rather die than harm him. The attachment was strong.
Inui had recently dyed the tips of his hair a light blue. Sanzu had noticed a few times and never actually said anything about it, but he liked it. It made him want to do the same to his hair. “I asked a friend.” Then before Sanzu could respond, he added, “No names. Really, I almost made it sound more like a sugar daddy kind of thing, I think.” Sanzu chuckled and so did Inui. “He said I should be more adventurous.” Inui explained and then Sanzu nodded, even if he thought that anyone in their right mind should have and likely would have rejected him. He was glad Inui hadn’t. “Plus I figured I might be jealous if I didn’t go with you.”
“Like a fear of missing out kind of thing?” Sanzu asked. It was funny how much Sanzu paid attention to Inui. He was laser-focused in this conversation. Meanwhile, he could barely be present elsewhere.
Inui smiled a little again. “Sort of? I think I would be sad if you went with someone else.” Sanzu listened, then wondered how Inui read all of this. Maybe it looked romantic. Maybe it was romantic. Sanzu couldn’t really sort through all of this completely sober and it was already freaking him out to know how intensely sober he was right now. “I mean, you know, besides a coworker. Is that stupid?” Sanzu shook his head in response. He kind of liked the idea of Inui being jealous over him. A part of him even wanted to test it, but he wasn’t looking to ruin the week away. Especially when a good chunk of it would consist of work. He didn’t need to be upset, sober and working all at the same time. Maybe he would get a little high for work.
Conversation faded in and out from there. Eventually Inui was asleep on Sanzu’s shoulder, arms wrapped around his arm. They had a few hours to go and after responding to a few emails, Sanzu decided to sleep a little, too. He woke up again when he was told that they would be landing shortly, his cheek having been on the top of Inui’s head. Eventually, when it came time, he woke Inui in case there was any turbulence, not wanting him to wake up and be nervous. Inui remained holding onto Sanzu, leaving against him. He was so warm, Sanzu let him.
Where they were staying was lavish. But it also had the best security in the country. The amenities were nice, too, and as they walked around touring the place they would be staying at, Inui marveled at everything.
Even if it wasn’t technically a vacation, Sanzu had found a place that had things like a spa and a pool, as well as an assistant who could get anything that Inui wanted while Sanzu was gone. Inui had told him once that he did smoke weed, so Sanzu did have that, but he also had alcohol if Inui wanted to drink a bit while Sanzu was gone. Whatever it was that Inui wanted, he could have and Sanzu would make sure he was taken care of. Tonight, though, he had no place to be besides a dinner reservation that he’d booked for them.
Inui had asked to take a nap. Which made sense after a nearly sixteen hour flight. The nap, however, turned into more of a sleep than a nap and when Inui woke up, he shook Sanzu who woke up easily. He was a lighter sleeper most of the time, but he slept a little easier now. He chalked it up to the flight. “Are you okay?” Sanzu asked, sitting up and looking over at Inui who was standing. The room felt darker. Then he realized it was because it was dark out. “Oh, fuck.” The missed reservation wasn’t a big deal, but he hadn’t meant to sleep this long. It wasn’t a big deal, he supposed. It just meant that he’d have to stay awake until his meeting in the early hours. He reached over lazily to grab his phone that had ended up on the other side of the bed. He checked the time and then put it back down.
“When is your meeting?” Inui asked. He was in the middle of combing out his hair with his fingers. Waking up a little, he remembered why he liked drugs. Waking up groggy sucked especially when he knew of all of the alternatives.
Sanzu yawned a little and then said, “Few hours. Do you want to sleep more?” Sanzu didn’t. He wanted to stay awake so he wasn’t so obviously fucking tired when he met with other people. He needed to be a little more aware.
Inui shook his head. “No. Unless you need to.” Sanzu also shook his head, to which Inui walked over to him. “Want to go out?” Truthfully, no. Which caused him to shake his head. Sanzu wasn’t in the mood for partying. Sleeping with Inui in his arms was really doing a number on him for the moment. This explained why his cheeks changed to a pink that almost matched his hair when Inui bluntly said, “I think you should kiss me.” He turned enough that he was sure Inui hadn’t seen.
They had kissed before. The first time was cute. Even thinking about it, it was the kind of experience he wished he’d had as a teenager. With all of the meaningless flirtation between them, Sanzu never really thought it amounted to much. Inui did, though, and he had made a comment as Sanzu was about to walk away from Inui’s apartment door. He joked that they should kiss goodnight and Sanzu returned and laughed, but Inui had been the one to lean in and kiss him.
The funnier part was that Inui had kissed him the first time with so much passion that Sanzu was visibly shocked. It was way too much for a first kiss and it left them both laughing. He made a joke about how Inui had clearly wanted to do that for a while and Inui scoffed, saying it was just a stupid little kiss. He claimed he’d thought about it for the last few minutes and that was all. That didn’t stop Sanzu from teasing him after.
The rest were more normal. And really, with all of the random sex he usually had throughout his time in Bonten, it wasn’t like he was a stranger to it. But to kiss someone he actually liked and spent meaningful time with was kind of terrifying. They kissed more often after that. They even fooled around a few times, but it was never anything serious. It could have been. But Sanzu worried that Inui would eventually think their connection was about money, fun, and sex and that was it. So he dragged it out.
Maybe he did like Inui too much after all. “Come here,” he said, his voice low as he watched Inui step forward. He leaned forward and down to kiss Sanzu on the bed. Once they found a rhythm, the movements became smoother and more passionate until Inui was straddling Sanzu on the bed with Sanzu’s hands on his waist.
The kiss tasted warm, and if Sanzu wasn’t careful he would mistake it for something that it wasn’t. Sometimes they did this and usually, it didn’t amount to a lot because of Sanzu, mostly, and he knew that it was stupid. He did it anyway, and most of the time, he went down on Inui and was good. To be fair, a lot of the time, Sanzu couldn’t even get hard. But ever since they had started to become more serious, he used less and now he was at a point where he could feasibly go an entire day without any drugs. And he knew he could get hard, but he hadn’t been having sex with anyone. It was just Inui he wanted, but he couldn’t get out of his own way.
Then something changed about the kiss. Inui put more of himself into it, kissing Sanzu hard before his hand wrapped around Sanzu’s throat. He squeezed a little and even if it had taken him a bit off guard, he was into it. Soon Inui was on his back on the bed and Sanzu was on top of him, leaning down to slot his lips against Inui’s, pulling their shirts off. Inui broke off the kiss to breathe, then smiled in a way that Sanzu had never seen Inui smile before, and soon, Sanzu’s neck was bent back slightly as Inui pulled on his hair. A moan escaped his lips at the roughness before Inui leaned forward and clamped down on the skin. He bit down, at first experimentally but then harder, causing another noise to leave Sanzu’s throat. It felt like a fight for dominance.
Sanzu had, in fact, thought of what sex with Inui would be like before. He hadn’t really expected Inui to be so hot, but it made sense. Inui didn’t really come across as much of a pillow princess. He soothed the bites on Sanzu’s neck with kisses before sliding his tongue up the reddening marks. When he stopped, Sanzu snaked a hand to Inui’s throat to push him slowly back onto the bed. He touched Inui’s skin before wrapping his fingers around. He knew the exact ways to place each finger to avoid pressing spots that could actually hurt him.
For the most part, Sanzu went for intense sex. If it wasn’t painful, he generally didn’t see the point. Part of why he hadn’t had sex with Inui, though, was that he wasn’t sure he wanted to do that with him. He wanted Inui to feel good, he didn’t want to harm him in the process. He was in a losing race with himself.
In an effort to tease, Sanzu kissed Inui again, this time rolling his hips experimentally into Inui’s. His breath hitched in his throat, Sanzu heard the soft escape of breath which caused him to do it again and again, matching the fervor of the kiss until Inui was whimpering into Sanzu’s mouth and when the friction was taken away, Inui’s hips moved in search of it again. He felt Inui’s fingers grip his lower back, pulling him down but he wasn’t quite strong enough against Sanzu’s insistence to not oblige.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, lips hovering over Inui’s. His warm breath on Inui’s face as he watched him. He loosened his grip on Inui’s throat, his other hand on the bed, holding him upright. They had shared kinks once, but loved when Inui talked while breathless like this. The smallest things were so fucking hot with him.
Inui opened their eyes, green searching blue. When it became clear that Sanzu wasn’t going to give in and Inui had to play his game, he pouted a little before adjusting a little. “I need you,” he said. Inui was putting on a cute little show and even if Sanzu enjoyed it, he wanted more. So he sat up and went about gathering Inui’s arms, taking both wrists in one hand to pin up above his head. “Haru,” that was a first. Inui didn’t really address him much at all by any name, but now it was a given name that no one ever addressed him by. It had probably been years now since the last time he had heard it. The last had been Mikey and that had been a while ago.
“Hm?” Sanzu said as he leaned back down to kiss Inui’s neck. He made his way down the column of Inui’s neck, down to the crevice of his collarbone before he bit down hard. Inui had said he liked it rough, so he might as well give him a taste. His teeth sank in and Inui’s moans turned into a pained noise that caused Sanzu to stop immediately, body jumping a little as he separated himself from Inui, eyes wide. “Seishu, are you okay?” He looked okay, actually, until he realized that blood was trickling down his chest from the base of his neck. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. He was about to get up and get something for him when Inui, arms now free from Sanzu’s grasp, held onto him.
Inui shook his head. “It’s okay. I’m actually kind of into it.” Sanzu licked his lips as he processed what Inui said, tasting a hint of his blood. He’d done blood play before but it was usually a lot more fucked up than this, but it was still hot to hear Inui was interested. Sanzu leaned down, tongue out, licking the blood that trickled out of the accidental cut his bite mark had left. It looked red and kind of angry, Sanzu made a mental note to take really good care of that when they were done. “Are you okay with this?” Inui’s voice was a little raspy and it only turned more desperate as Sanzu kissed the bite mark, then bit down again against the skin, sucking the mark to make it worse. Hand in Sanzu’s hair, he felt Inui’s fingers claw his scalp and pull at his hair as he made a noise akin to a mix of a wince and a moan. He tasted more blood, but it really wasn’t that bad of a cut.
“I’ve wanted this longer than you have,” he teased. Inui heard a small scoff leave Inui’s throat as if he was going to argue with him. Sanzu technically had no idea what Inui was capable of. He did work out and he was friends with people who owned a gym, perhaps he had a lot of stamina. Maybe he was underestimating near Inui. “Are you going to keep me awake for my meeting, then, Seishu?” He purred next to his ear, leading to a breathy moan that left Inui’s lips as he nodded in reply.
It would be more interesting than staying in. Especially since he probably would be killing at least two people at the start of the meeting and several more depending on how the rest went. His trip to Spain was a more serious one than he let on. As the second in command, he dealt with traitors and that was his mission now. There were others from Bonten that would be there without knowing his role. But he was the judge, he was the jury and he was going to be the executioner. Not that Sanzu would tell Inui about this.
He could feel Inui’s arousal as he dropped his hips back down in preparation to grind against him. As juvenile as it was, Sanzu did think that dry humping was actually kind of hot and he liked the idea of marking up Inui’s entire body. Turn him on enough that he did permanently forget who the fuck Kokonoi Hajime was and anyone else that he had looked twice at before Sanzu had started to try to lay his claim on him. He hoped eventually Inui would want to be his instead.
They were kissing again now, this time faster, with a rhythm that felt hungry and needy, Sanzu slid his tongue in Inui’s mouth, deepening the kiss until Inui had to forcefully push him back so that he could finally suck in oxygen. He was so out of breath that he looked like if he weren’t lying down he would be lightheaded. Which didn’t seem to matter because in a matter of seconds, Inui had caught Sanzu’s lips in another heated kiss. This time, Sanzu ground his hips down and into Inui’s, feeling Inui’s hard, clothed dick against his. He loved that Inui was so turned on by him, and all that he could think about now was seeing Inui completely naked in this light.
Sanzu trailed off. He kissed down the marks on Inui’s neck to his chest. Experimentally, he runs his tongue over a nipple, hair falling over and brushing against Inui’s chest. One hand still kept him upright while the other held onto his waist, keeping Inui steady as he worked his way down. He could tell Inui was getting impatient by the way he squirmed a little. He bit down, sucked, and kept biting harder until he heard Inui moan again. He realized a little. The skin around the nipple became a perfect replica of his bite as he watched it form, reddened and then Sanzu could only hope it would last a while as a little reminder. He would be covered in these marks, trailing down from his nipples to his pelvis until Sanzu was on his knees in front of the bed.
He pulled Inui by the legs until he was at the perfect distance from Sanzu. “Just lay back,” Sanzu ran his hands over Inui’s thighs, causing him to relax. He undid Inui’s pants before pulling them down, allowing them to drop onto the floor. Sanzu loved getting reactions from Inui. He craved it, which led to him placing a hand on the front of Inui’s boxers, cradling his cock. He moved back and forth, applying pressure as he did. Inui’s hips moved gradually, without meaning to. Sanzu smiled, watching his face the best he could from this angle. “Fuck, you look so good, Seishu,” he looked him over. Even now, Inui looked like an angel. He was so delightful to watch.
“Haru,” he called out, which caused his focus to break. He was sitting up now, looking down at him. His hair looked like a mess but he somehow managed to look closer to a supermodel than anyone else would if they had been in his position. “I want you to kiss me more.” Sanzu’s brow rose as he listened to him. He was getting ready to blow Inui, but he supposed that kissing was fine, too.
Inui beckoned Sanzu back to him, but then stopped him before he climbed back onto the bed. “Take off the rest of your clothes,” he said. It sounded like it could have been a suggestion, but Sanzu was pretty sure it was a demand. He chuckled and was about to say something but the way Inui looked up at him caused Sanzu to listen. Instead, he undid his pants, taking them off and then his boxers. Sanzu was about to go back to what he was doing, to oblige Inui’s wishes but then he said, “Lay down next to me.” Inui patted the spot to the side of him. Sanzu was actually surprised by how confusing Inui was right now. Intentionally vague, perhaps.
Playing along, Sanzu laid down next to him. Inui laid back on his back and then shifted to face Sanzu. He leaned in and kissed Sanzu. The kiss felt softer than before, a little more premeditated as Inui gradually pulled Sanzu in closer and closer until he could feel Inui’s dick press into him, his own pressing a leaking head into Inui. The kiss became more heated and eventually, Sanzu’s attention was elsewhere until he felt Inui break away, then soon he felt Inui’s hand, wet from spit that he hadn’t realized Inui had even spat out, wrap around both of their dicks as he gave them both a handjob, rubbing them together. The movements were messy, but Sanzu didn’t really care whenever his hand missed a beat, it was still a lot hotter than he’d expected it to be.
Then he paused and looked irritated which caused Sanzu to ask, “Is something wrong?” Sometimes he had trouble reading Inui’s expressions. He wasn’t the most communicative, and even when he was, he wasn’t usually overly emotional either. He knew that was pretty typical of Inui, though, from the last few months.
Inui nodded, then clarified, “I forgot to unpack the lube, it’s in the bathroom with some other things.” Even though it proved to be a really good idea, Sanzu thought it was a little funny that Inui had packed anything for sex. All of this was just driving Sanzu more insane. He was starting to think if he didn’t fuck Inui that he would lose it.
Playfully, Sanzu smiled. “We could make that work.” The sick part was, the more Inui looked at him, and the more he looked at him like that in particular — like he needed Sanzu and he wanted him, the more Sanzu realized how viscerally attached he was to Inui. He was so fucking beautiful, too, the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. “If you want,” he added. Even if Sanzu was a word beyond interested in Inui, he needed to know that Inui felt the same way.
Long gone apparently were the days of drug-fueled, often violent sex parties and paying prostitutes to do whatever the fuck he pleased. Not only was Sanzu sober, but he was asking for clear consent and giving Inui an out if he wanted it. No one back in Japan would even recognize him if they knew how decent he was being. He was sickly proud of himself but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine treating Inui any other way. If anyone ever hurt Inui, Sanzu would kill them. He knew that before this, but he doubled down as he waited for an answer from Inui, trying to look patient.
“I do,” Inui said, his voice a little gravelly, before kissing Sanzu one last time before they found themselves in the doorframe in the bathroom. They had barely been able to get that far before they were kissing again. Sanzu cupped Inui’s face and thought about his next move. Before he could do much else, he realized an earlier feeling he’d had.
Obsessed, he registered, was the word he had been looking for earlier. And he was. He couldn’t tell if that was alarming or endearing to someone like Inui, so Sanzu decided to keep as much as he could to himself without seeming fully uninterested.
The bathroom was a lot different from Japan’s. There was a tiled mosaic on the wall, and the colors were warm, alternating between red, yellow, and orange with a few other colors sprinkled in. It was all very beautiful and elaborate. Which did sort of clash with everything that Sanzu happened to represent. He was filled with ugliness.
Sanzu wasn’t amazing at prep. But he did gather a larger than normal amount of lube on two fingers, a few drops dripping past their mark onto the floor before he encircled Inui’s entrance. He waited for an indication from Inui that he was ready which as he leaned over the counter, it seemed that he was. “I can’t wait to feel you,” Sanzu remarked. He slid those two fingers in, movement slow as he waited for Inui to adjust. He started a rhythm after a few beats, slow and steady, careful. He watched Inui’s back for tensing, but he could feel how Inui was taking things. Eventually though, he sped the tempo up, hearing periodic, soft moans from Inui as he angled his fingers. Eventually, he mimicked scissoring gestures with his fingers while inside of Inui before adding a third. This time he curved purposefully and in seconds, he felt Inui melt in front of him at his touch. The moans that left Inui’s mouth could ruin him.
“Haru,” he heard his name come from the blond bent over in front of him. He paused what he was doing, just in case Inui actually needed something. Before he could ask or do much else, though, he heard a groan leave his lips. “It’s fine if it isn’t perfect, but I need you.” He emphasized the need, which sent a small chill down Sanzu’s back as he watched the back of his head.
Sanzu slid his fingers out slowly, wiping the excess lube off on his leg before he leaned in to kiss the side of Inui’s neck then down his back until he couldn’t reach anymore from where he was standing. “I need to get you on your knees begging at some point.” He told him, lips against skin. “Next time. I have other plans.”
Before Inui could do much of anything, whether to oblige or speak against the idea, Sanzu turned them around to kiss him, a hurried motion of bruising force before repositioning him. This time, he was directly in front of the mirror, his hands able to grasp the sink as Sanzu placed a hand on his back, lowering his body a little bit more, with the counter digging slightly into his torso as he continued to adjust until Inui’s height was perfect. Then he kissed him again, before he moved to grab the bottle, squeeze the lube into his hand and try to warm it the best he could before lathering his dick. He stroked himself a few times before he was sure he was ready.
The first thrust was slow, almost agonizingly. He could tell it was tormenting Inui almost as much as it was himself. “You feel so fucking good,” even with the decent amount of prep Sanzu had done, Inui was still so tight and warm against him that he was having trouble thinking clearly. He understood why all of those stupid fucking pop songs talked about love being a drug because he did feel like he was high and this was a lot better than any drugs he could have been doing. He made fun of that cliched garbage all the time, but fuck, if he didn’t feel like he could be addicted to this person.
He glanced at the mirror to see Inui’s face as he bottomed out inside of him. His teeth were digging into his bottom lip, which felt like a cue to change things up. Sanzu sped up, slamming into Inui who responded in kind with soft moans and low strings of curses. He watched as Inui’s fingers dug into the edges of the sink, with little to really hold onto. Sanzu leaned in a little, holding a part of the counter on one side of Inui and then snaking his free hand around to Inui’s cock. He began to pump it, matching his current rhythm.
The moans were louder than, less controlled as Inui lost control. The sounds he made turned Sanzu on even more and even if he knew it wasn’t a good idea, Sanzu leaned over Inui, his movements halting to a near stop as he let go of the counter to wrap his arm around Inui’s throat, pulling him up just enough that Inui could see himself in the mirror. He squeezed his arm a little, which caused Inui to both open his eyes but also look up at Sanzu and then at the mirror. “You’re so fucking sexy, Seishu,” he cooed in Inui’s ear, squeezing more, forcing Inui to gasp as he leaned just enough that he could start thrusting into Inui again. Inui looked messy, panting, and Sanzu wished he had his phone handy so he could take pictures of this. "You look ruined now, don't you think?"
No answer, he thrusted harder, creating a frantic rhythm that caused Inui to dig his nails into Sanzu’s arm as he continued to choke him. Inui was cursing louder, and as Sanzu continued, he could tell by the desperation in Inui’s tone that he was close, perhaps just hanging on for Sanzu’s sake. He deepened the thrusts, wantonly moaning and cursing Inui’s name. His hand rewrapped around Inui’s cock, and just as Inui told Sanzu, “Cum inside of me,” he squeezed harder, until he was sure that Inui was unable to breathe. He counted, and just as he started to let his grip slip to keep him from feeling too faint, Sanzu felt cum drip from Inui’s cock to cover his hand as Inui moaned out a full, “Haruchiyo,” instead of his usual nickname when Sanzu's arm had loosened.
He let go of Inui’s throat entirely, letting him take the time to ride his high as well as catch his breath while Sanzu finished. Inui’s eyes looked at the mirror, up towards Sanzu as he licked his hand clean of Inui’s cum before holding onto their waist. When he came, he thrusted harder, earning whines from Inui who seemed close to overstimulated. Sanzu gripped Inu’s waist hard, fingernails digging into hip bone and the other holding the counter as he came. He continued thrusting, riding it out. He moaned, praising Inui like he was about to drop to his knees to worship the ground that Inui walked on. He probably would someday.
It had been years since the last time he did anything like this sober, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t ever experienced anything like this before. When he pulled out, he went to work taking care of Inui. He cleaned him up with a washcloth, wetting it with warm water first. Then he took care of the bite mark on his neck before Inui leaned into him, kissing him gently. Sanzu wasn’t really accustomed to intimacy and even now, after everything, he felt a little awkward as Inui’s arms were around him and he returned the little kiss. “Sometimes I forget how tall you are,” Sanzu commented. He wore heels so often that Sanzu forgot that Inui was also naturally tall. He wanted to make a joke about how he was taller than Koko was presently, but Inui was smiling at him.
Inui nodded. He seemed lost in thought, then he looked nervous before he let out a chuckle that indicated he was, in fact, nervous, “I have kind of an insane idea.” Sanzu watched, waiting. It was kind of cute. Inui looked shy suddenly like Sanzu hadn’t just been inside of him moments ago. “What if we got tattoos?”
Sanzu quirked a brow, “Are you about to ask me for a matching tattoo, Sei?” He heard Inui laugh again and it was such a fucking beautiful noise that he actually considered just doing it. If that was what he wanted, sure. Fuck it. He would do a quick google search and see if same-sex marriage was legal in Spain right now if Inui asked.
“We don’t have to match.” Inui insisted. “It’s not like I’m asking you to carve my name into your skin.” Sanzu shrugged nonchalantly before he walked with Inui out of the bathroom, turning off the light and then walking away to find comfortable clothes for him to wear. “You have other tattoos, so I figured why not.”
Sanzu found clothes, then helped Inui into them. “I’d carve your name on me.” That was probably not the answer that Inui was hoping for. But he would. At this point, Sanzu felt he was slipping, but he knew what he was. Maybe Inui should, too. There was no point of Inui even being remotely interested if he wasn't going to accept the kind of person he was.
Inui let Sanzu dress him. Then tilted his head a little before laying down on the bed carefully. Sanzu wanted to get him water, but he looked like he had more to say. “What if I carved my name into your skin for you?”