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How could someone be this supportive without even needing to speak a single word?
Johnny had no idea. Asking wouldn't wipe away his doubts, either. All he needed to do was just mumble his sorrow over a friend's shoulder just a little more. Like the usual.
The sun was never merciful of him. Neither the moon. Every day, and every night, was the same. Growing used to this routine were he would just keep up with the filming and scripting was doing him no good.
He couldn't be more thankful for it, though. It was exactly what he craved for, to let his creativity surpass his acting and be able to produce his own movies. Yet, it threatened to also be his ruin; the end of his own sanity.
Still, he didn't wanted to admit that his responsibilities of being a director were being too much for him to handle. He tried to find an alternative source for this emptiness feeling that swallowed his almost motionless body, in an attempt to put the blame of his pain on something less complicated. He didn't wanted to bother that much.
After some insight resarch in his own senses, Cage found the image of the woman that he once thought he loved.
Cris. Chris? He barely remembered how her name was spelled, which was pretty fucked up and ridiculous of him. But... what could he say?
It has been eleven months since she left him, he hasn't seen her all this time since their divorce and issues involving some law terms.
But even with that, somehow, he still had clear memories from some of the few moments with her. Like the last day that he had seen her figure: the day were she showed up at the court.
Wearing a charcoal suit and a dark red scarf around her neck due to the cold weather, she threatened to grab a little more of his money while accusing him of narcissistic behavior. The acid words that were expelled from her pinkish lips couldn't affect Cage anymore. He was too lost at her elegant figure to pay attention to anything that she had to say.
The image of her, annoyed and somewhat regretful, was truly mesmerizing. She was prettier than ever. Why couldn't her be this beautiful when he came home, everyday, by the noon when finished with his acting?
Actually, this sounded pretty awful. She didn't even owed him a single smile, and fairly enough. After all what happened, it was surprising that she didn't falsely accused him of something worse than just being irresponsible with 'their' money.
With a small glance at his own lap, Johnny seemed to have only now noticed how long the silence had remained between him and his guest.
To assume that he had nothing to say was a mistake. Of course he had, and a lot.
But something was missing. The right words.
"Cage?" after the sudden call, Johnny lifted his head to stare exactly at his guest.
As if it was natural of him, basically scripted in his body's system, he smiled. You couldn't even say that it wasn't genuine, due to the ease that he had to place it in his lips.
He then chuckled awkwardly.
"Huh?" Johnny pinched the sides of his classic grey trousers with his fingers, trying to maintain himself occupied with his hands.
The other man tilted his head to the side, as if he wanted Johnny to explain himself.
The actor tried finding answers in the floor, roaming his eyes between their close feet; but he knew that he wouldn't find much. Maybe it was just an actor quirk that he had.
He chuckled once more, as if the first time wasn't enough.
"It's just," a small knot was formed in his throat, his own stubbornness preventing him from finishing that sentence.
The picture of Cris with watery eyes, curled lips and panting chest was almost tattooed into his vision.
Even wet, her eyes still had eyeliner painted in it's corners; something that gave contrast to her beautiful greyish irises.
God. She was stunning. Even with pure pain and disappointment painted in her expression, she still looked like a gorgeous masterpiece. How could?
"I don't know if I miss her, or just her presence."
His guest looked confused.
Johnny then noticed this, quickly explaining what he meant while gesturing with one hand.
"Like, I loved her. Fuck, only God knows how much I loved that woman." his hand was placed at his own chest, where his heart was housed at. "But, I can't say that she was... one in a million, you know?" his voice declined along with his natural enthusiasm.
Cage wasn't a guy of only one or two marriages. In fact, he had went through three in his whole life and career altogether. And even if he would use this fact usually to just brag himself, he knew that it was pretty lame to have this 'achievement' in life, if you can even call it that; because it meant that, probably, the issue wasn't really with his past wives at all.
But it still gave him some experience, nonetheless.
He not only had been married more than once, but also had lots of dates and small hookups in the past. There wasn't really much he hasn't seen before when it came to women.
So, with that, Johnny couldn't say that Cris was all that different from what he had endured in his late years.
Of course, she was amazing, lovely, caring, intelligent, everything. But the real reason of why they were engaged with each other, was simply because Cage couldn't handle the idea of being completely alone at his own damn mansion.
He was too much of an extrovert for it. He needed someone by his side. Someone to pat his shoulder at interviews when everyone wondered about his future plans, and he would gladly say that it was having kids. Someone that would cuddle with him at the end of the night when he complained about back pain.
Someone that would without second thought relieve his stress from the day by just blowing him off or inflating his ego.
Someone that would just... be there.
That's why that, even if Cris was an incredible woman, she wasn't that much different from her predecessors. At least, not when it came to why Johnny would have married her.
That's what he meant.
His guest then crossed his arms, leaning closer as he paid attention to anything that could come from the actor's lips.
"I guess I just wanted someone next to me." he lamented. "I did her so wrong. She wasn't supposed to be just 'another one', she was supposed to be my wife."
His fellow understood it. Cage's fame and influence had overcome his own head, which affected part or his preferences, and only now he seemed to have noticed it.
It was good for him, he thought. He needed to gain knowledge of his own mistakes, learn from them and just move on.
But in his own time, of course.
As Johnny laid his hand at his own brown hair, he sighed. He seemed nostalgic and quite morose at the same time.
"I just... wished that I could see her one last time." he stated low, glancing at nowhere in specific.
An inner struggle was being formed inside his chest.
He fought the urge of just getting up from the sofa he was sat on to grab a bottle of whisky or something, like he would usually do to deal with the pain. It would just lead him into avoiding the actual matter, and he didn't wanted to just chicken out. It wasn't of his liking.
So he just groaned in distress, feeling now uneasy at his guest's silence.
He furrowed both eyebrows, with a short and annoyed smile located in his lips.
"Kenshi? Am I speaking too much?"
The swordsman followed Cage's voice with his head.
"No. Not at all."
"Hm." he chuckled, somber and comprehensive.
Takahashi tried adding something to his speech, rethinking on the few informations that Johnny had presented to him.
He started. "If you could have a second chance, would you rearrange with her?"
Johnny looked quite shocked by the question. He never thought too deeply about it.
But this question lead him to actually wonder if he was just mourning over those memories, or if he actually missed Cris.
And in there, he found the answer.
"No." he said.
Johnny then swallowed hard, trying to arrange properly his line of thinking.
There was this unfazed look in his face, almost as if he just, without much thinking, agreed with what he have just said. Reluctantly, but still understanding of it.
Kenshi nodded.
"She did me wrong too, you know." he reasoned, sliding his palm at his nape while having his elbows placed over his thighs. "She knew I was in debt with some stuff, yet, took part of my money with her. Did she really loved me at all?"
The pain in Johnny's voice was slightly noticeable. He almost stuttered when saying the word 'loved', which showed how bitter he was with all this situation.
"I gave her everything I could. Yet, it wasn't enough. It's never enough."
Just like the others, he thought to himself.
Even without saying it out loud, the swordsman had already figured out what was going on in his mind. Cage wasn't progressing at all. If anything, he was actually regressing.
To think that everyone that come across in his path only wants his money and fame, it's harming not only to his future relationships, but for himself, too. He knew that it was hard to not think like that when you were as big of an actor like Johnny Cage was, but it wasn't impossible either.
Kenshi then furrowed his thick eyebrows. "Cage, you can still find someone that appreciates you. Just don't go searching when you're in this kind of state."
"What do you mean?"
"When you're only looking to fulfill this hole in your life." he added.
Johnny smiled with embarrassment.
"Hm."
Takahashi wasn't wrong, but it was still difficult to admit that he was in fact kind of desperate.
In full honesty, most of the time Johnny was all by himself. Even sitting in the middle of a crowd made no difference for him, of course he would be now missing his latest ex-wife.
Even his classic shades weren't on his face to hide his hopeless gaze anymore. He had nothing else to cling on anyway.
Kenshi knew that.
"In your case, what do you think it's the best solution?"
"I don't know, man. Don't be making hard questions." the actor pressed his back over the couch's cushions, rubbing his eyes with his palm.
A groan was heard coming from his guest's throat.
"Don't you think you need an break from the business?"
"Be for real. I'm literally a director now, something I had dreamed of for a damn while, I can't just give up on it..."
"I didn't said that you should just leave it. It's just a break." he crossed his arms.
A pause was made.
Johnny lost his gaze between his palms, both lifted over his lap. He couldn't bring a proper answer to Kenshi, at least, not now.
Because he wouldn't admit that maybe he was right. That maybe he indeed needed a break.
Cage was too damn childish to admit that he needed some time for himself. He had established this pressure over himself were he should be able to do anything without complaining nor struggling; always keeping the proud smile on his face with his cheeky attitude.
Because after all, he was Johnny Cage. He had no flaws. Or at least, that was what he wanted to represent.
Kenshi then decided to shorten their proximity, now sitting by Cage's side on the grey sofa.
The actor barely reacted towards it. He didn't seemed to give enough importance to his surroundings anymore, maybe being too busy rethinking on what they've just spoken about.
The blind man then adjusted the sleeves from his tailored suit, letting the brief silence between them stay as much as Johnny wanted.
It depended on him if they should keep chatting about this specific matter, since after all, he was the one who had invited Takahashi over his place. Talking about such; at first, Kenshi thought they would just have a few drinks together along with an appetizer or something similar. Nothing too special, just the same old stuff that they always have done together. But he found his expectations to be completely erroneous when he noticed how less agitated Johnny was today.
He would usually stand instead of being sat, always walking around when talking about his day. But, what could be said about it? They haven't seen each other for around three weeks, a lot could have changed between this time.
Suddenly, the actor started speaking again.
"Have you ever been married before?"
"No." Takahashi were honest.
Johnny then nodded with widen eyes, chuckling as the surprise of hearing that answer hit him.
"Woah. I mean, damn." he tamed his own hair. "Plan on getting married one day?"
"It's what is expected of me." he said nonchalantly, with a sigh; referring to his family clan. "But the idea isn't as bad." he finished, not really interested in going into further details.
Johnny, surprisingly, seemed to understand the other's discomfort.
"It's a process."
"You can tell it yourself."
Johnny chuckled with a wide smile, seemingly distracted by their friendly bond. He then nodded to himself, letting his chest rest from the sorrow he once felt.
And it stayed like that for a while.
Obviously. Just like it always does.
A short cut of breath then was heard in the room.
Johnny tried to not directly stare at Kenshi while the silence reigned, since he didn't wanted all of this to feel too awkward. But it was hard doing so after there was practically nothing to be said.
Peeking through the corner of his eye, he found the dark-haired man staying static. Not a single remnant of expression could be found in his face, specially because of his red blindfold that covered a good amount of his face.
Cage didn't even had the chance to assume what could be going on in his head, something that separated them from each other silently.
Kenshi had lost that natural warmth of his dark eyes, the vivid light that once reflected the feelings his lips couldn't word out loud.
All he could do was assume, and only assume. Was he happy? Calm? Thoughtful? Stressed?
Even though somewhat saddening, this made Takahashi seem like a mystery; a puzzle waiting to be solved.
Everytime they would talk to each other he would be surprised by how his voice tone sounded like, expressing those emotions that his face couldn't mirror anymore. It was amusing.
From a window's gap, the cold air outside invaded the living room.
It's coldness almost tickled Johnny's uncovered forearm, raising it's very few short hair with a slight goosebump.
One of the main reasons of why he loved Malibu. The typical hot weather from the beach didn't stopped moments like this to casually happen; the light sound of the the palm tree's leaves swinging, along with the waves crushing down when reaching the sand. But even the comforting breeze from the noon wasn't enough for Johnny to be completely satisfied with what he had done today.
Unfortunately, that included Kenshi's 'comforting' words.
Not enough congratulations neither admired words from his inferiors would fulfill the hole he had in him. What a way with words, Kenshi; he thought.
As his eyes blinked, he felt the numbness from his daily routine hitting him once again. Suddenly, that small contentment that still lasted within him, was now, gone.
He was basically doing what he already did everyday: work, chat with a few people (that he still somehow considered as friends) about his ex-wife, and just pretend that nothing was bothering him, as always.
Where was that Johnny Cage mentioned before? The one that never complained nor struggled? He didn't know.
The fear of being stuck in such a lame routine almost made him nauseous, which only proved how much of a failure he was turning himself into.
Cage couldn't stand the empty feeling of living this coordinated life, measured perfectly without a single change in it's ways. It was driving him insane.
All the money that he invested in his life wasn't worthy of such a terrible experience. Not at all. Noticing the silence that had remained for a while between them, the actor became emotionless.
It was all repeating itself. Once again.
He needed to break this pattern.
Before Kenshi could notice, a certain pressure was applied over his forearm.
Looking to his side, he found a familiar hand placed over him, followed by a watch wrapped around it's wrist.
It was Johnny.
He was pinching the thick cloth from his blazer with his fingers, as though a kid would while trying to get the attention from his parents.
"Cage?"
Kenshi furrowed both his eyebrows, his annoyance being way more palpable than what he initially intended. Cage didn't bothered enough to raise his face for proper visual contact. Actually, it seemed like he wasn't even listening at all.
He had his eyelids half-open, apparently heavy from what the swordsman assumed that was a possible result from alcohol; which he almost immediately discarded due to a few other circumstances.
Given to their conversation, Cage was speaking clear and steadily, showing himself to be very attentive and considerate. He wasn't drunk at all.
So, he bothered enough to ask again.
"Cage?"
After a few seconds from his last call, the actor finally responded, but this time, not with words. He lifted his face slightly towards where he could find Kenshi's figure, still expressionless when finding him quite confused.
The brief moment where they exchanged 'looks' felt too dense for Kenshi's liking. It was almost as if the time had stopped. Not even the loud noises from Malibu's busy streets could be heard between them both; they weren't relevant enough.
The only thing that remained audible were their breathings. Both calm, steady and low.
Takahashi's eyebrows were now raised, escaping from his blindfold, expressing his confusion. He couldn't yet tell what was wrong, but he showed himself patient when waiting for a proper answer coming from the other man.
Cage's eyes weren't cold enough to be given as dead. The vivid hazel coloration that used to be reflected through his irises, was now almost completely dark.
It was hard to deduce what could be going on behind them, and for a second, Kenshi just hoped that it had something to do with the ambience's lighting.
Takahashi then opened a small space between his lips, letting out an confused gasp while trying to figure out what to say.
Early enough, Johnny's eyes then quickly regained color, which Kenshi barely noticed due to the colorblindness aspect of Sento's vision.
The brown-haired man's pupils dilated for a brief second, him now expressing a surprised face followed by embarrassment.
"God. Sorry." he smiled awkwardly, properly sitting on the couch as he distanced himself from the other.
Kenshi nothing said back, only giving him an understanding and quite uncomfortable grin. Even though seemingly comprehensive, in reality, Takahashi was deep down concerned. For him, it made no sense how Cage was acting.
Of course, he was hurt, somewhat in a difficult time. He wanted someone to make him company, to listen to whatever he had to say while mourning over his dead marriage. And he was willing to be there for him.
But he had never seen Cage this downcast before. It was genuinely odd. Interrupting his thoughts, something roams over his leg.
With Sento's attached to his back helping him to properly see, he tilts his head downwards.
His gaze found a finger lingering down the inner side of his covered thigh, slowly reaching for his lap. Takahashi then jumped in advance from the sudden touch.
"Cage, what?" he inquired with a louder voice tone, firmly demanding of him an proper and adequate reasoning that could excuse that weird behavior.
He didn't received it immediately as he would like it, though.
All he saw was Johnny, speechless. He had this scared and quite lost expression in his face, driving Kenshi's attention to his shaky mouth, that still tried to formulate something to say back to him.
Kenshi, seeing him with such expression, then loosened the tension between his rough eyebrows, still keeping a portion of the disturbance present on his expression.
"It's quick." the actor assured in a whisper, trying to hold back his own intentions behind his voice. Hoping that Takahashi would understand, he stared at his blindfold, as if he was locking eye contact with him. "Can I?"
After waiting from an response coming from the swordsman, he was received with an simple and short nod; which was quite surprising, honestly. He then noticed Kenshi's body relaxing temporarily, an sign of not only trust, but also curiosity.
Johnny tried to prove himself worthy of it. He then smiled awkwardly, letting his grin fade quickly away from his face.
With a few other fingers now roaming over his lap, Cage cupped his palm against the bulge that emerged under Takahashi's grey trousers, looking at him while waiting for his reaction.
His guest only swallowed hard. It was now obvious to him. Cage moved his fingers with hurry, trying to quicken things up, but not too much to the point where his actions could be perceived as insensitive. He cared for every detail.
Kenshi, despite everything, still tried to understand and show empathy towards his state.
"Cage..." he groaned embarrassed.
The first few signals of tension started to show themselves: his body weighted down with heat, burning slightly yet significantly around his cheeks and neck; reddening both areas very subtly. Following it, his tailored suit also started to feel too tight and hot for him, which was already expected.
There was also this strange feeling of shock that floated over his head, genuinely disturbing him for a moment.
It was a natural reaction, Takahashi just was as confused as anyone would if found in the same situation as his.
Johnny have never told him that he also felt attracted to men. Well, he didn't owed him this information, but it would be a bit easier to swallow up everything that was now happening if he somehow knew that before.
Kenshi wasn't into men at all, though. The idea barely ran through his mind. He knew he only had showed feelings towards women his whole life, at least until now, but for some reason he was willing to let Cage keep up with the act, if that fulfilled his momentarily needs.
"Here." the actor whispered tight, holding back his excitement with a muffled groan. He seemed more calm than Takahashi had expected, which clearly raised doubts to him. He probably had done this before, and more than once, certainly.
Rubbing his palm against Kenshi's firm bulge, Johnny barely gave himself the effort of keeping his eyes on his fellow's face anymore. He actually avoided it now.
And Takahashi noticed this. He then sighed with struggle.
This was all too strange, yet, not really surprising. Coming from Cage, this behavior was almost comprehensible.
He knew that Cage was someone obscene, sexual, the exact picture of what some would considered to be a sex appeal; there were tons of scandals envolving his name about hookups, nudes, and all of that everywhere. There was nothing new in that behavior.
Due to this nature, Kenshi assumed that he probably just haven't had sex for the time period that his ex had left him, and all of the stress of dealing with his own problems with no one around to ease his mind was the main source of this eagerness, this desperation.
But, couldn't he do that with a woman, at least? Or any other person? Why did it had to be him?
Not only that, but there was something weirdly amusing about him; the hurry in his actions, clearly declaring his neediness towards Takahashi, said everything about his intentions. This was no joke.
This raised an question to him. Was Cage planning on this all along? Or decided to follow with this up just now, randomly?
Either way, he couldn't deny that strangely enough, the actor had an unique way with his hand movements. Even if speedy, he still cared for every move and angle; almost being a professional at it. The serene gaze of his brown eyes showed his experience in the matter like no other, him pressing his smooth palm against Kenshi's intimate area with a slight pressure, just for teasing.
Aside from Johnny's calm figure, though, he genuinely feared not being able to get the swordsman excited enough with his hand, as a start. He needed this, yet, didn't knew if his fellow was following up to his arousal. Raising his head slightly, he found him curling his lips, seemingly tense and not really fond of it. Even though being the first time that Cage got this type of reaction, he tried to not lose hope. Not so soon.
If people didn't bit their lips or moaned out loud his name, then they would definitely fall to his feet as soon as he laid his lips on them, so maybe that would do the trick.
Assuming that the fact of him being a man was the possible issue to this, he decided to bring more attention to his chest area, that could be considered quite big for a guy. Undoing the first two buttons of his expensive long sleeve shirt, he exposes his clavicle and pecs, along with a tattoo of his own name placed on the area.
Takahashi slightly opened his mouth in awe while meeting with the picture in front of him. He had never seen Cage's tattoo from so close before, the past times only behind the screen in some of his movies. Even though old, it still looked pretty good for a name tattoo. The lettering wasn't as much faded and still had a fine finishing.
Johnny notices the quite surprised reaction from his fellow and can't help but to let a smile escape from his lips. He was getting the attention that he so much craved for, and also a slight hint of hope by receiving such. It motivated him.
Before licking his lips with anxiety, the brown-haired man made sure to slowly press his fingers over the protuberance felt under Kenshi's trousers, hearing a small moan escape from his lips as a response. He was subtly feeling the curves from his covered intimacy, being gentle with every move while imagining it's shape.
Judging by it's volume, he wasn't quite as hard as Johnny would want to. So, without second thought, he grabs on the trousers' zipper, pulling it down quickly with haste.
"Ah..." Kenshi gasps lightly when surprised. Not too long after, his pants are pulled down to half of his hairy thighs with a bit of struggle; Johnny now caressing his lap with hunger and care through his thumb.
"Fuck." Cage mumbles teasingly, roaming his gaze at Kenshi's dark boxer while daydreaming about what he would find underneath it. Well, he knew exactly what it was, but still wondered how it looked like.
Assuming from the blind man's physique, it was very likely that he wasn't the type of guy to shave his pubic hairs. Johnny didn't minded it; he actually found it to be very erotic.
With the thought in mind, he's forced to contain an excited mumble due to the anxiety. It has been a long while since Cage has last hooked up with another guy; due to being more in touch with women because of his high status, he found himself meeting with only the opposite gender for most of the time.
And Cris didn't made things easier, either. Rare where the moments where she would stay until late by his side, blowing away his desire for a more intimate contact with a simple handjob or something else. She was great, obviously, but seemed to not follow his pace whenever he truly needed.
That plus the sorrow of being left that housed his chest only awakened this feeling of need even more. Johnny missed those times from his early years, when he was just an D-Lister, barely aware of the bright future and fame that was ahead of him; always laying down with how many men he wanted to, without ever needing to worry about any type of scandals or gossips about him, experimenting his sexuality to it's best.
To finally come in touch with another guy's warmth after so many years, was as though going to Disney. Cage had craved for it more than anything in his quite small world, to be finally able to feel another man's genitals, smell him from close, everything. At this point, he could be considered to be almost begging for it.
Takahashi then sighs slowly, brushing away the other's lewd thoughts with his natural noise. He seemed more comfortable now, surprisingly; he just agreed with everything done between them both, giving the impression that he was somehow enjoying it all along with him.
Johnny, awaken from his thoughts, now had his fingers wrapped on Takahashi's penis volume, rubbing the thin piece of cloth that covered it against it's base slowly and intensely. The warmth of it was generous, good enough to make him almost hum in desire once more.
"You're good?" he mumbles low and teasingly.
"Yes." a portion of air escape from his lips as he answers, only demonstrating Kenshi's slight tension upon their current situation.
After he confirms it, Cage then approaches even closer, bumping the side of one of his thighs against Kenshi's.
He then takes advantage of their proximity, leaning himself towards the other man's lap to the point where his lips were capable to reach him; subsequently making them come in touch with the swordsman's bulge.
The warm meat from his mouth was now grinding over the covered genital beneath it, being hungry enough to drool over it with low shortcuts of breath. Kisses and small mumbles are now being deposited over it, vibrating through it's base with sharp precision; all precisely calculated in hopes to harden up that cock.
Kenshi, understandingly, can't contain his surprised moan, hissing rapidly as his senses were awakened in only one go. His body finally showed deeper signs of reaction: heat now grew from his thighs to his stomach, almost tickling the rough surface of his quite tanned skin.
As nothing goes unnoticed, Cage perceived the slight goosebump that travalled through his fellow's body as a positive reaction, guessing that he was finally getting aroused by all of the stimulation that was being worked on him. He knew that his lips would be able to make it.
He then goes even further by now giving rythmic sounds to his kisses, mumbling low and continuously against the other's bulge. It had came to the point that he was almost rubbing his nose over it, only wanting to mouth it as soon as his boxers were pulled down.
"Hmm." Kenshi almost let a moan escape from his mouth, holding it back while closing his throat quickly. He was getting an quite unique vision: Cage leaning over him with his mouth, only on his knees while giving contrast to his wide and defined back, completely focused on Takahashi's bulge while also displaying him the vision of part of his tight trousers, all tightly wrapped around his thick thighs. It was undoubtedly something.
Things were escalating very quickly, which he could only associate with Johnny's personal preference. Even though enjoying things a bit slower, he wasn't willing to interrupt nor slow down their intimate moment.
As the actor kept on salivating and progressively sucking on his covered member, he notices how Kenshi's penis volume seemed to have slightly increased, meaning that he was finally getting hard. Not wanting to lose the opportunity of seeing Kenshi's growing erection from close, he takes distance from his lap, now digging fingers between the hem of Takahashi's boxers, also pulling them down.
With a quick motion, the blind man's penis jumps out from the tight cloth, being now revealed entirely with it's size still gradually increasing.
"Ah..!" it's owner gasps as the sudden act is performed, expressing sensitivity; he had now his genitalia completely exposed, unprotected under Cage's own care.
The slight breeze from the living room collided against his bare member, making it's erection to only grow bigger, stabilizing his hard structure in front of the actor's eyes. It contracted slightly with sensitivity, somewhat shy from it's own forced introduction.
Contemplating around six inches in length, it raised itself with a short foreskin lingering it's dark pink tip; a truly endearing sight.
It seemed a bit sweaty, too, giving the idea that the swordsman had probably worked earlier on the current day. Cage gasped in awe, feeling his own heart beating faster as the adrenaline travelled through his veins.
His assumption was proven right; Kenshi had a large amount of dark pubes kept practically intact, all slightly curly and bushy covering the very start of his dick to the most part of his lap. It fitted him too perfectly.
Johnny recalled having heard somewhere that the average japanese person preferred not to shave their intimate area, which reflected cultural values and it's own natural charm; which he couldn't agree more with.
If he were to say that this specific aspect of his fellow didn't made him almost drool in hunger, he'd be lying. Underneath his own trousers, he could feel his cock fighting against his tight clothing, too aroused to be contained under his boxers. Within only a few minutes, Cage was already losing his complete mind over their small interaction, which only showed how deeply he had yearned for such contact. Letting a low groan escape from his throat, he approaches with his face once again.
He wasn't much surprised by how Kenshi still wasn't as aroused as he was until now, but he understood it. All he needed was a bit more time.
It all started with him grinding his rough fingers over the partially flacid penis beneath him, slowly reaching to it's tip as his thumb moved up and down. Kenshi panted with the stimulation that was being delivered to him, tensing his muscles involuntarily even more.
"Ah.." his penis began to throb against the actor's hand, forcing him to hold back an honest moan of satisfaction. It seemed like he was deep down enjoying it, and that was all that mattered to Cage; because the more hard he became, the better it would be to suck him off later.
Johnny's eyes then weighted down as the lust in his brown irises grew stronger. He can't help himself but to lick his lips in the most pure desire, letting a small amount of his own saliva dripping over Kenshi's now bare dick. Pushing his mouth against it, the natural odor of Takahashi's cultivated sweat now infiltrated the actor's nostrils. It smelled strongly masculine, rough, raw. Cage barely remembered when was the last time that he had smelled another man from this close, with such smell.
Submerged in arousal and malicious intentions, the brown-haired man dives in without thinking twice; spreading saliva around the penis in front of him with his tongue, savouring it with hunger. It tasted bittersweet, like any other cock would; it's only difference being the fact that it tasted a bit saltier than the expected, due to it's sweat.
Kenshi's left thigh then slightly jumps, followed by a low and deep moan delivered by him. The texture of the actor's tongue being pressed over his intimacy felt outwordly; it was smooth, thick, hot and moistened. Almost too good to be true.
"Ah, nhmm.." his chest goes up and down, the search for air seeming harder than before.
This was music to Johnny's ears. Taking this as a mute sign to keep going, he increases his speed.
The moistened sound from his mouth started to show itself rapidly, reaching Kenshi's senses within seconds. It genuinely made him even more overwhelmed.
The thin layer of sweat of his genitals was now running over Johnny's tongue, being sucked and then swallowed by him without any visible struggle. There was this eager present in his behavior, as though the one of an animal when it came to licking his fellow's dick, which was truly charming in a way.
Kenshi covers his mouth with one of his tattooed hands, clearly disconcerted by the whole experience which he was sharing with the actor. He never thought of Johnny in a obscene or derogatory way, yet, he was now about to receive a blowjob from him. This thought alone made him shiver quietly, confused on what all of this could even mean to their bond.
We're they even friends to begin with? Or was this the exact proof of their friendship; him being by Cage's side, able to deliver this momentary pleasure to make him forget about his sorrow for just one bit?
Before Takahashi could figure this dilemma out, he feels a jolt of pleasure floating on his body as Johnny's lips are now sucking his tip, bathing it with the hot breath from his throat moistened in saliva.
It didn't took much long for the swordsman's erection to be completely rigid and slightly swollen, being now slurped by the actor's mouth with ease just as he had waited for.
"Aack...!" he howls. The inside of the actor's mouth was incredibly warm and wet, strikingly shiver inducing.
Pushing his head over his own shoulder, Takahashi moans in enjoyment and slight desperation.
Cage seemed to be following a totally different rhythm from him; since he had laid his lips on his genitals, he rushed to suck it right away; forcing himself further to the point where the penis inside of his mouth was almost crossing the entry of his throat.
Well, he was following his advice: he was filling the hole in his life. Sort of.
Takahashi then finds himself forced to grasp onto the brown hair of the other man, slightly pulling it against his belly.
"Easy, Cage." he whines. "I'm... ah. I'm still quite sensitive."
Understandingly, Johnny then decreases his own pace. Trying to expell all of his desperate neediness from his chest, he gently rubs Takahashi's sack his thumb and index. It would have to work for now.
Moving his head up and down slowly, he revolves his tongue around the penis beneath him, silently swallowing the warm taste of it. He yearned so much for this, that he could feel his own heartbeat speedy and loud against his ribcage, rushing his blood to the rest of his body as the adrenaline consumed him as a whole.
Attempting to calm himself down a bit more, he then finally lays completely over the couch, landing his chest over Kenshi's thigh.
"Uhh." letting go from Johnny's hair, he arches his back slightly upon the high pleasure.
If he were to be honest, no women had ever made him feel like this before. Not even close to it.
Even if slowly, his penis was already pumping beneath all the saliva and sweat that covered it, almost hurting from it's quick blood flow. He couldn't believe that one, if not the best oral sex experience that he had in his life, was coming from a man. Not only that, but him being one of his close friends and a big name in the industry, Johnny Cage. All of this only sounded unreal to him.
Remembering everything that they both had went through made him even more flustered. When did Cage have ever thought about him in that way?
"Hmm." and thinking of him, Cage could be heard humming in desire as he's pushes himself to his own limits, now forcing himself into swallowing Kenshi's dick entirely in only one go.
At first, he thought it would be an easy task, due to his past experiences being with way bigger penises. Yet, he was proven to be mistaken.
Due to years without interacting sexually with other men, Johnny had became a bit unskilled in this area, even if he would hate to admit it. He knew his ways, of course, but still needed to readjust himself in some aspects. Specially when it came to dealing with sizes.
As a result, he gags; almost retching with the feeling of having his throat invaded so harshly. Not wanting to make things worse, he holds his breath against his will, feeling his eyes moisten as done so.
Kenshi notices the californian's discomfort right away, and in an attempt of helping him, he caresses his cheek with caution.
Johnny then blinks rapidly, stopping his own painful tears from rolling down on his face.
"Hmgg.." he groans, still keeping the other man's dick deep down in him. The pain of it actually brought him an feeling that he had only felt a long while ago, when he barely could even realize a proper deepthroat on someone: the feeling of struggle. And to be reminded of it after such time, honestly felt really arousing.
The idea of not being completely able to handle Takahashi made him squirm in excitement. He was more than determined in proving this statement wrong.
Forcing himself down, Kenshi's penis now filled half of his throat with it's length, entirely closing the passage of air; his lips and nose now pressed over the swordsman's pubes, being forced to inhale his natural smell from such proximity.
"Aahh..! Fuck..." Takahashi barely has the nerve of cursing at the actor for not following his request of being gentle. The feeling of his tight throat seems too much for him to handle at first, but he keeps himself from interrupting the act as he still felt aroused by the sensation of it. It's narrow walls contracted against his cock, a sign from Johnny's body trying to reluctantly, and naturally, expell it.
"Hghh. Hsgg." the actor's groan goes out muffled, vibrating over the other's lap. Holding himself from the natural need of pulling away, he slightly rolls his eyes and curls his fingers against his palm, their knots going white from the pressure he had on them.
With saliva running down from his lips, Johnny paralyzes in that position, keeping in the urge of giving his hurt jaw a break. He wasn't willing to give up at such point, not now when the pain induced to him was just starting to gradually turn into fervor.
Kenshi silently watches as Johnny chokes on him, still seemingly unshaken by all of the struggle that he was enduring. He's surprised and, somehow, deeply turned on by it; the throat wrapped around his penis was forced open only to bring him pleasure, satisfaction. It sounded almost poetic.
Once again, he got reminded of how no woman had ever done this to him before. Honestly, Johnny was scoring pretty high with this blowjob, alone. And he had barely even started.
Lascivious seconds passed like clouds as they both hold it still in that position, only enjoying the satisfaction of their own desires being hold close while they hold their breaths.
Kenshi could feel his body already giving up to the pleasure, becoming heavy from his tense muscles. He tried hard to keep himself together for longer, but honestly, if Johnny moved just a little more further, he would probably ejaculate right there.
And he didn't wanted that. Not only it would be too soon to do so, but it would also probably scare away the actor, consequently making him choke or even worse. So, he tried thinking about something else, to release a bit from that arousal.
"Haa... ah, oh fuck, oh, Cage." by the time passed, Johnny had became practically numb to the pain, it being shown by how lost and opaque his eyes looked. Takahashi still struggled on how to perceive this; and just moaned along as his dick moved even deeper in, as though as if it was exploring a cave. A tight one.
The long trail of the actor's spit dribbled down his sack, rolling close to his tense thigh and then finally reaching his perineal raphe, consequently, making the swordsman moan, amorous.
"Aah... tssh." he swallows, already drooling with his own excitement.
They stayed like this for some brief seconds, spending their hard breaths on only mumbles and whines, all vividly filled with enjoyment. Even though not even being a couple, they shared it like no other.
Passion and need, all combined.
Cage then slowly raises his head, letting go from Takahashi's intimacy while still sucking on it with his lips. When it's completely out from his mouth, he lays his head close to it, still maintaining contact with it with his tongue, while also seeing it's complete erection exposed in front of his eyes.
"Haa, ah.." he huffs tight, almost coughing.
Takahashi's dick then slowly moves and twitches back and forth, an result of his anal contractions caused by the high stimulation that overworked his blood flow. The protuberant veins of it's body contrasted in the middle of it's quite unsaturated color, making it a truly exciting view; blueish and thick, visibly pumping in excitement only waiting for more contact, more action.
At the very top of his tip, a small yet noticeable droplet of pre-cum was formed, one almost as clear as water. That brought even more heat to their intercourse, hyping up Cage to only keep going even more.
Grabbing it with his fingers, he became to masturbate it's rigid base once again, while also licking it's very start covered by pubes.
"Ahh... oh, mhm." everytime that Takahashi moaned, a bump of that needy feeling would hit across the actor's belly, making him crave for his cum even more. His tongue revealed this needing when it became to increase it's pace while lingering over the swordsman's member, rubbing meat to meat in a desperate dance.
That plus his handjob was already too much to endure. Kenshi cursed as he was already losing his mind because of the high stimulation, seemingly dizzy and lost while being licked.
Paying attention to his deep moans, Cage could hear a few japanese words being thrown here and there, all probably containing malicious intents due to the horny pitch of his voice. He seemed more demanding and less timid than before, which was a great sign.
"Namete hoshii. Hmm.." he groans deep, now gently caressing Cage's hair in a way of encouraging him.
Johnny swallowed hard, being dominated by his own desires. Not being able to hold himself any longer, he came back to sucking the swordsman off right away. He opens his mouth once again, this time, with even more eager; filling it's cavity with the other's genitals for now a more proper blowjob.
Sucking it quite slowly at first, he made sure to rub his lips wrapped on the warm meat under them, feeling it's veins pulsating roughly due to the friction applied on it.
"Ha.." he moaned lower this time, a hint of dizziness coming to him as his dick became even hotter inside of Cage's mouth.
At first, he tried to think about something else while letting the other man touch him in a malicious manner. But now, his focus was completely stuck into how the actor moved and sucked him; so considerate, passionate and hungry, truly invested on what he was doing. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen anyone do that before, with such determination.
"Hhghs.." it all became intensified when Kenshi decided to again grasp onto Johnny's brown hair, this time harder than before, leading his movements very lightly while still mumbling to himself words only he could understand in his native language.
Johnny regretted deeply skipping his japanese lessons, he truly wanted to know what they meant.
While moving up and down with his head, his fellow's hand became slowly heavier in the process, sometimes pushing him a bit further only for Cage to swallow his thickness once again. This process got the best out of the actor, making his throat gasp and moan involuntarily with the agitated pace.
"Ahg. Hmm, ah, oh..." he groans non-stop, with a weak gaze floating in his pupils; barely losing the few strength that remained to keep himself as quiet as possible. He loved every second of it.
Being held by Kenshi's hand, pushed around and basically used by him at his own mansion, on his own damn couch. By only thinking about it, Cage could already feel his own dick throbbing in anticipation to his heartbeat. He could ejaculate right there without even needing to properly touch himself.
"Aahhgh..!"
"Aah, fuck! Ah, Cage. Oh, hm.." the way that Takahashi moaned his surname was like no other. He couldn't even believe that he was being able of making him do such thing, and it only proved how much of his charm was irresistible, to any human being. He naturally wanted more, so he intensified his pace, for a bit more of ego boosting. "Hmm, kimochi ii, ah. Hoo..."
As Takahashi lowers his head, he lets out a final hum of desire, biting his lower lip to contain his own while planning on taking matters into his own hands, visibly more close to the edge than before.
Mixed with saliva and sweat, another liquid became to leak under their agitated movements, it being a thicker portion of pre-cum coming from the dark-haired man. When noticing it's presence, both the men moaned in desperation.
"A-ah. Ahh." Kenshi throws his head backwards, already dominated by his natural stincts. With one of his hands, he forced Cage to completely stop and stay still by supporting his jaw, now using his own hips to continue the oral sex performed on him.
The sounds of his moist scrotum slapping against Johnny's lower lip and chin truly made a difference, making it really sound like a proper sex.
He can't help but to groan in hunger, getting more possessive as the longer he thrusted into his fellow's throat. To barely hear his gags and groans made him admire the actor; he was taking it very well.
And Johnny couldn't feel happier. He was having his mouth completely used and fucked by someone who had literally saved his life months ago, completely given to him due to his own horny mood. This made him wonder if this could be considered as a way of expressing his gratitude towards such humble act, and it honestly sounded really sexy worded like that. Yeah, maybe he indeed was returning a favor.
After the first few thrusts, Cage closed his eyes in advance, already fearing tearing up because of Takahashi's harsh movements. He wasn't gentle at all, and honestly, that didn't bothered him not even a bit. It was better like this.
It had it's own charm of masculinity, power, heat. Johnny could name it in infinite ways, all day long without even getting tired.
Speeding things up, Kenshi kept shoving his cock down into the actor's throat in and out, already comfortable enough to moan louder than before. He had taken advantage of the situation, and seemed to be at his own home now.
"Haa... ah. Ah, tss.." he furrows both his eyebrows, keeping his mouth half open while performing the heated act. Nothing ran through his mind anymore; he was going on automatic, just doing what his body craved for. In the middle of the sequence of his thrusts, because of his own eagerness, he accidentally moves incorrectly for a second, making his penis slip out from Johnny's mouth.
It's base then was pushed over his slightly red cheek, wetting it with a mixture of both of their body fluids.
"Aahh, hm, hff.." Cage desperately gasps, panting loud with a slightly hurt voice. "Fuck, oh.. hmmmm."
His hot breath then floated between their bodies, making both sweat from it's warmth. They groaned continually, deeply overwhelmed by their shared contact.
Kenshi then caresses Johnny's hair gently, not in a romantic or caring way, but rather attempting to calm himself down. He was just waiting for the actor to reposition himself, just so he could be able to penetrate his mouth once again and drown his agitated nerves.
Placing himself over the swordsman's dick back again, Johnny mouths it with hunger, ready for another intense round of thrusts.
"Hmm.." Kenshi slightly moves his hips side to side, now invading the other man's throat with only a single move, appreciating it's tightness for just a moment then getting it out slowly, torturing him. He then became to do that continuously, turning this into a pattern.
Cage tried to hold back his gasps everytime that his throat was filled, but failed miserably at it. It was impossible to do so, specially with how excited he was. His own moans started to go out choked with the high amount of saliva and pre-cum that was formed in the walls of his mouth, making it hard to keep it quiet with so many factors being against him.
As if that alone wasn't enough, Kenshi then started to accelerate his thrusts, railing Cage's mouth ruthlessly as his own need grew bigger with the stimulation of his own movements. He barely had the time to moan anymore, and just hissed with the progressive excitement caused by the friction.
Johnny could sense that Takahashi was close to his climax, due to the way that he became more aggressive and seemed to yearn to be in control way more than before. It was pretty sultry in his eyes; exactly what he wanted.
"Hmm... hst, fuck.." the blind man mumbled hard, opening more space between his legs as his heartbeat raced, already predicting what was going to come next.
The internal knot formed inside his genitals felt tighter than ever, threatening to undo itself if stimulated just a little longer. Arching himself, reluctantly, the tickling feeling spread on his lap and legs made him shake irregularly with tension, making him struggle to properly move.
The tickling sensation felt by him became unbearable. It lingered from his sack to his tip, bathing his genitalia in this toe curling feeling that forced his body to it's limit by involuntary stiffening it up. Shifting the placement of his feet, he tries to contain himself a little longer, failing at it as his heart raced in desperation of his release.
"Ahh... ah, hm..!" without thinking twice, he pushes the other man's head down on his lap quick and mercilessly, forcing him to stay still in that position, swallowing his entire dick with no chance of escaping until he was done.
Cage tried gasping, but in vain; Kenshi's intimacy was too deep down in him, and in a matter of seconds, it's veins started to pulsate loud against his throat's walls, stopping him completely from breathing.
"Ahh... fuck! Ah!" and just like that, all of Takahashi's excitement was delivered through the hole of his tip, coming out in form of warm, rich semen. It's thick and yellowish content was shot inside of the actor's throat multiple times, forcing him to swallow it immediately as the penis ejaculated.
"Hmmmff...!" Johnny rolled his eyes subtly as his mouth got filled with sperm, furrowing his eyebrows with struggle. It tasted as it naturally should; bittersweet. But before he could notice, it was already filling his mouth with it's content, making it even harder for him to properly breath.
Shivering, he just stayed still, enjoying the overwhelming feeling that bloomed within him. He had forgotten how good it felt to have his mouth covered in warm cum, burning from the harsh feeling of being used in such a lewd manner. The moans of his guest caused by his climax only made things better; his tight and raspy voice being a melody to him, completely distracted in hunger and desire. He had never seen him in such state before, and again, it was too damn hot.
Takahashi is so overwhelmed by his own orgasm that he finally let go from the actor, freeing him from his grasp. Taking this chance, Cage quickly lifts his head and let it falls close to Kenshi's still rigid member, finally being able to breathe.
"Ahgh! Cgh, haa.." he coughs desperately, still having a considerable amount of sperm dripping from his mouth. In front of his face, the swordsman's cock gains anal contractions quickly and briefly, still shooting seminal fluid over one of his eyes, cheek and nose, as though would a fountain.
"Hmmm.." Cage moans obscenely, closing his eyes quickly as his face is moisten.
Seeing his own seed dripping from such an iconic and adored face such as Johnny Cage's, made Kenshi shiver and moan in awe. A ton of people would pay millions to see this exact frame of the Hollywood's star, all ruined and covered in such liquid, practically begging for a scandal article. He had to consider himself lucky.
"Fuck, man... hm." Johnny's voice cracks for a brief second, already showing signs of what their intercourse had done to his vocal chords. He could barely think at the moment; all he knew was that he couldn't be more glad than he already was now.
Even though not even touching himself through it all, neither reaching his own orgasm, he already felt satisfied by it all. It was just what he had yearned for. To finish it off, he swallows the mix of saliva, sweat and cum found in his mouth, savoring it with thirst along of a satisfied hum.
"Haa... hmm." taming his own dark hair, Kenshi takes one last sigh in relief. His orgasm had eventually came to it's end, bringing him the comfort of finally relaxing his muscles. His adrenaline started to slowly fade away, easing his nerves gradually; Johnny then followed his reaction, still exhaling while too tired to be completely comfortable.
They didn't care enough to even look at each other, each one taking his own time to catch out his breath and recompose himself.
Cage was still laying on top of the swordsman with his hand, appearing to be completely unbothered by it. All he had in face was a tired yet fulfilled expression, bringing a small grin of pride to his wet lips. He could see Kenshi's intimacy still hard, probably stimulated to such point where it would take a while for it to recover it's normal flaccid form.
"Hm.." even with everything done, he still couldn't face Johnny properly. There was this mix of embarrassment and guilt present in his being, not giving him courage enough of even look directly into the other man. He knew that if he did, he would be greeted with a messy scene, caused by no one other than him. It already felt like too much.
Still slightly panting, the actor decides to break off their silence.
"God, Kenshi. You cum a lot." he giggles weakly, having only one eye open while staring at the man over him.
"I haven't done... this" he mumbles with care. "in a while." Cage then nodded.
The swordsman, even though apparently calm, seemed deep down unsettled by something. It was probably because of what just happened, and the actor knew that. He still found amusing how centred he looked.
"I see." with his thumb, the actor wipes the semen off from his face, specially from his eye. He knew this wouldn't be enough and that he would have to take proper care with it if he didn't wanted to get a red eye, but he didn't minded it, at all.
He could sense how Kenshi seemed reluctant to talk to him, and he understood it. Crawling back on his seat on the couch, visibly struggle due to his own hard bulge, he gave him some space.
Kenshi then turned his head towards him, apparently curious.
"... Thanks, man." Cage states while looking down, embarrassed.
"Hm?" Kenshi arches one of his eyebrows.
"For this." he coughs.
Kenshi exhales a confused gasp, trying to choose the right words to say.
"You don't need to thank me."
"No?" he lays on his legs.
Takahashi then shakes his head.
"Oh." he chuckles, uncertain; showing himself surprised when getting such a simple response. Well, he couldn't really consider this as a personal win, since he still had no idea what the blind man truly meant by that. But, it could be anything.
Well, yeah. It could be anything.
Something that Johnny understood more than anything, was the infinite possibilities that a man could bring to his life. Well, it literally just happened now; his routine had finally changed, with an odd attempt of breaking the cool silence between him and Takahashi.
A life-saving icebreaker.