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He weaves stiffly through the sweaty bodies, dancing and flirting in the low lights. He could’ve waited till a serving girl came to their table proffering bottles of liquor that cost more than an entire month of his rent but he needed to get some space. His friends meant well but he had never fit into places like these how they did; too studious and self conscious. The club was one of those slightly seedy ones that rich kids liked to frequent, flaunting their parent’s money. Kiyotaka works the night shift in the E.R of a children’s hospital and spends his days sleeping until 3pm with his cat Blackberry. The only reason he was here was the fruition of an act of randomness that paired up him and Nanami in the same dorm room their first year of medical school. They’d formed a strong friendship built by weathering the storm that was Gojo’s blatant abuse of the title Senpai.
He was still weathering that storm today.
If it were up to him he would’ve slept his birthday away only waking up to watch reality tv and eat take out. That's what he had tried to do but then Gojo came storming into his apartment with Shoko and Geto in tow. All holding a slew of shopping bags with brand names printed on the bags that made him shiver just thinking about the price. He was promptly thrown into the shower. Geto (with the help of some backseat driving from Shoko and Gojo) slathers him in seven layers of skin care before doing his hair with deft fingers and spraying him with cologne. Leaving the skincare he used on him in his bathroom with a pointed look before telling Kiyotaka he would know if he didn’t use it.
That’s why he was in clothes that didn’t feel like him; too tight and well tailored to be wasted on someone like him. It was like putting lipstick on a pig. It did nothing to distract what was underneath. Gojo was insistent he looks good and he knew for all his faults Gojo doesn’t hand out compliments lightly. Lost in a sea of doubt he walks straight into somebody, knocking the strong smelling glass of alcohol they held over a very broad chest. Immediately Kiyotaka retracts his hands from where they were bracing against the stranger's biceps.
“I-I’m sorry,” he says, a little stuned.
The man just grunts.
Kiyotaka couldn’t really see his face properly given how close they were standing. All he could see were broad shoulders clad in a dark t-shirt and a strong neck. Trying to step back and create distance but a hand on his wrist, encompassing him in warmth keeps him still. “Aren’t you going to offer to buy me a new drink?”
What? Kiyotaka’s brain short circuits, he tilts his head back to meet the strangers eyes for the first time. Gulping thickly at what he saw; tall and handsome even in the low light of the club. Kiyotaka couldn't discern his eye color, only appearing dark and glinting under his brow. “Oh- um— yeah… I can do that.”
The man drops his wrist and starts walking.
Kiyotaka rubs at his skin, warm pressure still lingering, it makes his stomach twist. He watches in amazement as the crowds part easily and follows the man. Leaning his elbows to the sticky bar, muscles flexing the man says something to the bartender that has him responding with a look of thinly veiled disdain. Shrugging, the man nods back to Kiyotaka. “He’s paying, don’t get your panties in a twist Ken.”
The bartender looks over to Kiyotaka, raising an eyebrow to him. “Are you paying with card or cash?”
He thought for a moment and decides— it was his birthday after all. “Put it on Gojo’s tab— table six.” The bartender cast a vague look in the direction of where the table was located and then back to him and shrugs, pouring two very generous servings. The man takes them with a smug smile, the bartender just snorts and turns to the next customer. Standing side by side, he takes a moment to observe the man next to him. The scar bisecting the man’s lips, highlighted by the blinking neon lights above them. A slightly gnarled look of his ears — someone who had taken more than a few punches in his life. His arms were covered in winding tattoos of dragons; like those ones featured in traditional pottery.
“You’re friends with the rich brat.”
The rich brat? Oh-- Gojo. “Yes...,” he trails off, not really knowing how much he wants to hear. The look directed at him tells him he wants a better answer. Kiyotaka struggles for a moment on how to break down his friendship with Gojo into something easily distillable and settles on the facts. “We’ve known each other since college— and it's my birthday so he’s dragged me here to celebrate with our friends.”
Taking a sip from one of the glasses, the man nods before sliding the other one over to him. “Happy birthday,” he muses from behind the lip of the glass, eyes trailing slowly from the tips of Kiyotaka nose to his toes and back again to settle at his eyes.
Speechless Kiyotaka wraps his suddenly sweaty hands around the glass, taking a sip. The stringent burn of pure vodka burns his throat and he coughs wetly at the acrid taste. He much prefers beer or one of the mixed drinks Shoko liked to make. At some point the man turned his body so that one arm was against the bar and the rest of his body backlit by strobing lights faced Kiyotaka. Signaling to a bartender to refill his glass— the man looks to him and to his mostly full glass, snorting.
They don’t speak the entire time they stand there. The man seems more content to drink on Gojo’s open tab than conversing with him. Kiyotaka turns the glass in his hands, keeping his eyes trained on his bar counter lest he makes a fool of himself.
“Hey birthday boy— you wanna take me home?”
Looking up with shock, Kiyotaka splutters as the man reaches over, picking up the glass from in-between Kiyotaka’s hands, tossing it back in one gulp before he moves a step closer to speak into his ear. “I don’t have anywhere to sleep tonight— think I can crash at your place?”
“Uh,” Kiyotaka mumbles. CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE. CODE BLUE. “Well— I would have to tell my friends I’m leaving first.”
The man hums; seemingly pleased.
What is he doing? Isn’t there some rule about not inviting dark wolfish men like this back home— he is a walking cautionary tale. But Kiyotaka isn’t one of those impressionable maidens who could be duped so easily, he was a grown man— a doctor! Surely this is just a good deed that would be rewarded with good karma in the future.
“What is your name?” he hesitates but surely he can’t help a man home without knowing his name. The man stands to his full height, no longer leaning on the bar but towering over Kiyotaka and quirking up his scarred lips pleasantly. “Toji,” he purrs. “What is your name, birthday boy?”
“I-Ijichi Kiyotaka,” he gulps, taking a step back while he replies, heart stammering. “I’ll go tell my friends I’m leaving now.”
“Can’t you just text them?” Toji challenges, back now pressing to the bar. Kiyotaka shakes his head— they had a strict leave no man behind policy after a few nights in college he never wishes to repeat. “That would be rude— they are the ones who brought me here.”
Toji shrugs. “Whatever it’s your birthday.”
He makes his way back to the table, replaying what just happened over and over again in his head until he catches sight of Gojo’s shock of white hair reflecting the neon light like a mirror. Gojo’s arm was slung over the back of Nanami’s shoulders, whispering something in his ear that had Nanami grimacing and looking the other direction. It was Geto who noticed him first— raising his glass to him in greeting, a knowing look in his eyes.
Kiyotaka steps up to the table, smiling awkwardly at Geto in greeting; Gojo and Nanami were too preoccupied with each other to pay attention to him. Shoko most likely than not somewhere in those swathes of dancing bodies he’d just passed.
“Can you hand me my jacket? I’m going home— someone asked me to take them home,” he clarifies, hands fidgeting at his sides.
“Who are you taking home?” Geto questions at the same time Gojo screeches.“WHAT?!— Oh, my sweet little Kouhai, where have you gone?”
Ignoring Gojo with a shaky jerk of his head and looks back toward the bar. The club's drunk patrons part in a hazy line, exposing Toji leaning at the bar looking straight back at him. His skin tingles as his friends follow his eye line, turning around in their seats to look over the back of the booth. “Oh,” Geto marvels, looking back at Kiyotaka as if he was seeing him in a new light.
“Kiyo— I didn’t know you had it in you… I’m impressed,” Gojo gasps and gives him an approving abit teasing look. “And you said getting dressed up was all for naught.”
Kiyotaka cringes but he knew it wasn’t like that. “He looks like a bum,” Nanami adds, unwrapping Gojo’s arms from where it was slung over his shoulders. “He just needs somewhere to sleep for the night!” Kiyotaka retorts, wincing at the foot he just put in his mouth.
“I’m sure he does,” Geto laughs, taking a sip from his cocktail glass. “At least make sure you prepare properly.”
Kiyotaka scratches at his chin and responds. “I don’t have to prepare anything— I have an extra futon.” Geto shrugs. “You know best— I’m just saying he looks like a big guy.”
Toji was big but what was that saying; beggars can’t be choosers? The futon would work fine. “Would you tell Shoko I went home for me?” Geto hands him his jacket and nods, giving him another sly look before going back to watching his boyfriend make a fool of himself with Nanami.
He was about to leave when he felt a presence at his back. “You ready?” He hears Toji’s voice rumble from behind him. The collective eye widening that happens around the table would’ve been comical if he wasn’t feeling the very same. Clearing his throat and giving his friends one last wide eyed wave before he turns around and meets Toji’s imploring gaze. “Yes, let’s go.” He ignores the whistling from Gojo as he follows Toji out of the club.
Once they were greeted by the cool dark air of the night Toji was already reaching into his front pocket and pulling out a pack of rumbled cigarettes. Lighting one with a sharp breath in, a familiar cloud of smoke flutters in the air before dissipating. He hadn’t been a smoker but after some particularly difficult nights at the E.R he had picked up the habit— much to Shoko’s and Geto’s delight.
“Can I have one of those?” he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck. Toji fits his cigarette in between his teeth, tapping the package until a fresh one falls into his palm. Kiyotaka takes it from him tentatively, placing the filter between his lips and before he could ask for a lighter Toji steps closer, cupping one hand around the cigarette and the other sparking the lighter. He breathes in, cherishing the buzzing calm pumping through his system before breathes out and blows the cloud of smoke to the side so it doesn’t hit him in the face.
“You live close to here?” Toji inquires, stepping away and giving him a bit of space but not much. He thought about the distance between the club and his apartment, grimacing. “Not particularly it’s more than twenty minutes at least— we could call a cab but it might take a bit, if that's what—”
“I don’t mind walking,” Toji interrupts, gesturing for him to show the way. Kiyotaka takes a deep pull from his cigarette, turning the opposite direction to how they were standing and starts walking. Toji’s footsteps were soon catching up to him until they were side by side. The sounds of the city encases him in a sense of familiarity. This was something he was used to— being out and about when most were supposed to be asleep.
The man beside him didn’t seem content with the quiet and Kiyotaka didn’t try to press him for conversation. It was pleasant just walking in silence and smoking. He might have to start pulling Shoko and Geto from their designated hunch under the awning of the hospital and take a walk on their break. But somehow he didn't think it would have the same effect.
The buildings became deeply familiar to him and his apartment was soon above them. Toji tosses his second cigarette into the trash and follows him like a shadow through the lobby and up the elevator. His apartment building was nice but not overly so, it was one of the newer builds that the GOJO corporation had invested in. When apartments had become available Gojo had put in a good word for Kiyotaka and he was able to rent his first apartment right out of college. He loved it. It was one of the reasons he tolerated Gojo making a spare key and barging in whenever he felt like it.
Unlocking the door he gestures for Toji to enter first, he does, brushing past Kiyotaka and starts toeing off his shoes. Following Kiyotaka turns on the entry light and sets his shoes neatly on the rack. “Do you want slippers?” he offers, already opening the box that contains his clean guest slippers. “Sure,” Toji grunts, setting his feet into the fuzzy white sets Kiyotaka down for him. Blackberry came trotting down to the genkan, weaving herself in between his legs in greeting, purring loudly before dropping to the ground at Toji’s feet, stretching and wriggling back and forth.
Leaning down Toji scratches at her offered belly and Kiyotaka swears she started purring louder. Kiyotaka moves past him quickly and enters his apartment; modern and clean with every available window set up with blackout curtains. He goes into the kitchen first, filling two glasses with water, setting one on the counter for Toji, drinking his in a few desperate gulps. The cool water did little to settle his nerves. What is going to happen now? Was it like that? There was no possible way Toji was way, way, way out of his league— he just needed somewhere to stay…. Right?
Toji came around the corner, Blackberry in arm, one hand supporting her and the other petting her chin and when their eyes connect he swore he felt the air crackling. It was hard to pull his eyes away from him even doing something so mundane as standing in his kitchen with his cat in his arms.
This was a bad idea.
Toji steps around the island counter so he was on the same side as Kiyotaka; only an arms breadth away. He lets blackberry hop from his hold and reaches for the glass of water he'd left for him. Toji was very handsome. Tall and muscular even rivaling Nanami’s impressive frame (not that he kept track of that sort of thing). He had this greasy magnetism but it was his eyes that were most enthralling to Kiyotaka. The night had done nothing to showcase them, only seeming dark and predatory in their sleekness. They were a bright bottle cap green— it was an awfully pretty color for such an intimidating man.
Kiyotaka watches in rapture, how his throat moves as he drains the glass of water and sets it on the counter. Toji was suddenly caging him in, both of his arms bracing on the counter behind Kiyotaka. Leaning down so they were at eye level, Toji spoke and he could feel his warm, smoke scented breath against his lips. “How do you want to do this— did you already prepare or did you want me to do that?”
What? What!? All Geto’s teasing suddenly came back to him, causing some very visceral images to form. He had to shake his head a little bit to right himself and answer the question.“Do you want to take a shower?” he offers, glancing feverishly at the swathes of corded muscles encompassing him. “I can get the bed ready for you.”
The realization that this man didn’t have a change of clothes dawned on him and his clothes certainly wouldn’t fit him. Not that the image of a man his size trying to fit into Kiyotaka’s clothes wasn’t amusing. “I don’t have any clothes for you to change into,” he informs, struggling to keep eye contact.
“That's fine I sleep naked.”
Kiyotaka stumbles over his words.“Oh— yeah— um, that would work too— as long as you’re comfortable with it of course.”
“I am.”
Right… of course not like being naked in a strangers house would be anything to worry about. Toji was still boxing him in and it was starting to make his head feel light, he smelled musky with a faint trace of soap and skin. No cologne– just him. That's why he quickly ducks under Toji’s arms instead of pushing him away and goes in search of some clean towels. To his detriment Toji follows him, silently as Kiyotaka tries not to combust at the awareness of being watched. His shower was an ensuite connected to his bedroom and he had never had any reason to despair at that fact until now. Soon enough Toji was safely closed behind his bathroom door… getting naked.
Right now.
Standing frozen at the door long enough that he can hear the soft plops of clothes hit the floor. Kiyotaka promptly scurries away from his room, ears red hot and makes himself busy in his linen closet. Moving his coffee table to the side, he slides the futon against the front of the couch. Blackberry jumps into the middle of the bed, curling up and purring immediately after he is done making it. Scratching behind her ears, he let her distract him from the very real naked man in his apartment.
The hum of the water shuts off and it’s a few minutes before his bedroom door opens again. Looking up instinctively and regretting it as soon as he did. Toji was wet and save for the white towel slung around his hips he was naked.
“I made your bed,” Kiyotaka blurts mindlessly, lips parting as his focus is pulled to the drops of water trailing down Toji’s chest and abs before they disappear into the towel. Toji smiles at him while reaching a hand up to slick the wet strands of his hair back. Kiyotaka sucks in a breath. “There is still hot water left,” Toji says, walking closer until he stood looming above Kiyotaka.
Kiyotaka replies on auto pilot. “That's nice.”
Toji was like a wet dream. Only real and in front of him. He looks like the evil male love interest from a shoujo manga that comes in to stir up drama in the third act. It was highly distracting and he almost doesn’t notice when Toji reaches his hand out and offers it to him. He accepts shakily but Toji pulls him a little too quickly and he ends up colliding with his chest. Their bodies stick together with every wet drop on Toji’s skin. “You’re taking a shower too,” Toji insists, looking down at him with shining eyes. He tries to push him away but only seems to get a handful of Toji’s chest instead causing a quick high pitch laugh to bleed out of Kiyotaka’s lungs. “What?”
“If I had to take a shower then so do you, birthday boy.” Toji sets his hands on his shoulders and turns him around. “I’ll be here when you get out.” Kiyotaka has the sudden urge to hide his face in his hands as Toji speaks lowly into his ear and pushes him through his bedroom door.
This was it right? This was what Suguru was talking about— it has to be. Toji is propositioning him. RIGHT? He hadn’t exactly said the words but did people really just say that? He suddenly can't remember how he had ever gotten pulled into bed, not that he’s had lots of partners but he has had them.
Just not in a while.
Where is his phone? Patting down his pockets and coming up empty, he must have left in the kitchen. He can’t go back out there now. His tablet! Scrambling to his bedside table, slapping open the cover and pulling up the contact list. The tablet screen switches and a low angle of Geto’s face is in front of him. The background was calm with dark lighting; they must’ve gone home then.
“Suguru, he's naked!” Kiyotaka whisper yells into his table screen..
Geto’s eyebrows rise into his bangs and he stifles a laugh. “What do you mean?”
“What do you mean what do you mean— he’s naked. He took a shower and is in nothing but a towel in my living room!”
“I mean… did he ask?”
“What?” Kiyotka exclaims and flops onto his back, holding the screen close so he could speak straight into the speaker.
“Did he ask to take a shower?” Geto reiterates.
“I told him he could but it was only because he asked if I had prepared already— like I expected to bring him home tonight,” Kiyotaka rambles and watches Geto take that revelation in. He could’ve sworn he saw the side of Nanami’s profile but he doesn’t have time to think about why he would’ve come home with them. One thing at a time. “Well?” Kiyotaka asks desperately, shaking the phone as if it would make him respond faster.
“Well what? Can you really not recognize when a man is trying to sleep with you?” Geto goads from behind the screen, a faint ‘yeah!’ echoes in the background, most likely from Gojo.
“So he is trying to sleep with me.”
“Kiyotaka, your obliviousness with men is usually charming but right now you just sound stupid— he is definitely trying to sleep with you,” Geto insists with a crude gesture. “Happy birthday you’ve got yourself one big present.”
“Geto!” he chastises, mindlessly playing with the hem of his shirt. “Gojo is rubbing off on you.”
“You should see what he’s doing to Nanami.”
“I’m hanging up now!” Kiyotaka was hot from his head to his toes.
Toji wanted him.
Looking back it all seemed so obvious. How could he not have noticed? But then again why would he? Guys like that don’t just come up to him— and even if he did get flirted with occasionally it never went farther than that. Toji was something entirely unexpected but it did seem like all roads leading to Rome as they say.
The door opens and a stream of light creeps into the room until Toji is standing in the doorway. Jolting he drops the tablet to the bed, realizing in a burst of forced clarity how long he’s been taking and he hadn’t even started the shower yet.
“You were on the phone for sometime.”
Kiyotaka’s heart thumps as he props himself up. “I just had to check something,” he confesses, meeting Toji’s eyes with shy eagerness. “I had a question.”
“Did you get the answer you needed?” Toji pushes away from the doorframe and Kiyotaka can’t help himself from letting his eyes roam over Toji’s exposed skin. “Yes I did,” Kiyotaka trails off when Toji is standing at the foot of his bed.
“Good,” Toji purrs and grabs his ankles and pulls. Kiyotaka back hit the covers and he slid down the bed until his knees were flush with the end of the bed, splayed around Toji’s knees. “You were taking so long I was getting antsy.”
Swallowing thickly. “Sorry to have kept you waiting.”
“Thanks, pretty boy,” Toji said, kneeling one knee on the edge of the bed, his body hovering just over Kiyotaka. “Oh-” he was cut off by Toji’s lips pressing to his neck, his fingers nimble at the junction of his belt, opening it with a clink. “I haven't taken a s-shower yet,” he cries out, his voice hitching when Toji’s hands touch bare skin for the first time.
Toji laughs and pulls down Kiyotaka’s slacks, tossing them into some dark corner of the room. “I know— it’s cool. We can do it together.” Kiyotaka’s body trembles at the attention, his cock straining at the confines of his underwear. Toji pulls at the corner of his towel, letting it drop. Sucking in a breath, Kiyotaka took in the image above him and his mouth watered with desire. Toji kneels at the foot of his bed, mouthing at Kiyotaka’s clothed cock, his salvia mixing with the pre-cum staining his underwear. Kiyotaka whimpers, hips arcing, trying to chase the friction. Toji was teasing him, rubbing the tip of his nose across the underside of his cock and mouthing at the base until Kiyotaka was about to come. He pulls away too soon and Kiyotaka was crying out. “Oh— please— I was so close.” His hips buckle as he huffs.
“You were going to come before you even kissed me?” Toji asks challengingly, biting at his hip then trailing his tongue over the bite marks he made into Kiyotaka’s pale skin. Kiyotaka's stomach curls with desire as he pushes himself up so that he could kiss Toji’s kneeling form. Toji licks at Kiyotaka’s bottom lip, pulling it in between his lips, biting until Kiyotaka was whining out in pain. Toji was soon soothing his worried lips with slow deep kisses that had Kiyotaka flexing his toes and pulling him closer.
Toji kisses like he was fighting, all biting bruising kisses followed by slow distracting blows that made him forget about any marks he might’ve received. Kiyotaka ran his fingertips across the breadth of Toji’s shoulders, tracing the lines of his muscles, down to his heaving rib cage that housed a rapidly beating heart. Toji leans away from his lips, letting them ghost over Kiyotaka in a moment of calm respite before he was biting into the meat of his shoulder; no doubt leaving the impression of his teeth on his skin.
Pulling him away from his neck, Kiyotaka holds Toji at arms length, pausing to really look at him. Toji’s lips were shiny and his eyes dark with want; pupils completely blown, chest heaving as Kiyotaka trails a hand over the valleys and dips of his abs til he was pressing his palm over his heart. Kiyotaka did that— he affected Toji like that. It made him giddy; like he had discovered some secret power.
Kiyotaka was kissing him again, softly, letting his lips brush over his, using his hands to thread into his wet hair, teasing the bottom of Toji’s lip with his tongue. Pulling away, licking at the scar at the corner of his mouth, peppering wet kisses to the old wound. Toji moans into his mouth and Kiyotaka melted. It just felt so good. Being so close to him; feeling his warmth and his touch. Toji pulls away first again, causing Kiyotaka to chase after his lips and when he couldn’t meet them, he mouths at his chest instead. Twirling his tongue around one of his nipples, sucking them in between his teeth; biting down lightly until Toji was panting under his ministration.
Strong hands push Kiyotaka back by the shoulders. “Time to get you naked.” Smirking, Toji pulls down his underwear, revealing his cock. Kiyotaka covers his face with his hands, embarrassment and want warring inside him. Deft fingers were at his throat causing him to jolt. He tried not to tense as Toji's warm finger unbutton his shirt, exposing his chest, moving to the buttons at his wrist before sliding the shirt off him, leaving him completely naked. Toji leads him to the bathroom and he tries not to curl in his shoulders standing naked next to Toji in the bright lighting. Toji pulls him til they are standing flush together and kissing again.
Standing under the shower, Toji had Kiyotaka bent over, bracing his hands on the cool tile as Toji worked soapy fingers into his ass. His knees buckle when Toji presses his fingers just right inside of him. Kiyotaka was afraid he was going to fall until Toji wraps an arm around his waist and held him close. Fingers still buried inside of him. Kiyotaka reaches down, palming at his own cock but he is thwarted by Toji wrapping his hand around Kiyotaka’s, stopping him from making himself orgasm. “Not yet baby— you’re not coming til I’m inside of you.”
Kiyotaka lurches and tries to buck into their shared grip but Toji just squeezes until it starts to hurt and his ears were buzzing. “Toji— come on! I’m so close and it's my birthday, please,” he whines, hot tears brimming in his eyes. “Let me come.”
Toji let go of his grip covering Kiyotaka and pulls his hand away with it, letting his cock go unstimulated. Kiyotaka was trembling at the loss of contact. “You’re begging me to fuck you,” Toji mouths out his neck wetly, tracing the line of his jaw with his tongue. “So be a good boy and just wait till I’m ready to fuck you or come like this.” He punctuates his last words with a partially slow and deep thrust, fingering him until the only thing that was supporting Kiyotaka was the arm Toji had around his waist. Pleasure lights a fire inside him, blood rushes in his ears and all he could feel the hot brand of Toji’s fingers fucking into him. He chases the high, grinding his hips into Toji’s and comes with a splintering cry, hot sprouts of cum shooting from his tip and onto the shower tiles.
Kiyotaka fell limp against Toji’s chest, gasping for breath. Toji drags his fingers out of his slowly, teasing and pressing at his rim as he exits him. Watching in a daze as Toji reaches out with the hand that had been wrapped around his waist, scooping up a thick plop of cum from the shower tile and brings it to Kiyotaka’s lips. Just hovering before him— not forcing.
Kiyotaka darts out his tongue and sucks his finger into his mouth, lapping at his own cum. Shame burned in his chest as Toji fed it to him. Toji’s fingers left his mouth with a wet salty pop. Kiyotaka moans when Toji wraps his arms around him, hugging him; his chest pressing to Kiyotaka’s back. He felt so sated, the hot steam of the shower melting into his muscles and the aftershocks of orgasm still buzzing pleasantly under his skin. Kiyotaka turns in Toji’s arms, nuzzling into his chest, kissing lazily at his skin and shoulders and up to the junction of his neck.
“Toji,” he murmurs into his skin. “I’m ready— please fuck me.”
Toji answers by pulling him out of the shower. “Jump,” he pants. Kiyotaka’s brain short circuits but he is brought back to reality by Toji’s hands grabbing at his thighs. He jumps up awkwardly but Toji catches him, hiking him up so Kiyotaka’s legs could wrap around his waist. Kiyotaka buries his face in Toji’s neck as he carries him out of the bathroom. He’d never been picked up like this during sex— never been with someone so strong. It was delightful. This was the kind of sex he only ever dreamt about but also it gave him a strange sort of sadness. Kiyotaka tightens his arms around Toji’s shoulders, nosing at the skin of his neck, pressing a soft kiss.
His eyes felt hot as Toji laid him down on his bed. Kiyotaka tries to cover his face as tears prickle in his eyes but Toji pins his arms down, nosing at his cheek. “Why are you crying?” he asks lowly with a slight crinkle in his brow. Being told he looks like he was crying never fails to make Kiyotaka cry, and a small sob bubbles from his suddenly heavy chest. “It just feels really good.”
His voice chokes up as Toji just looks at him.
Toji licks at his tear stricken cheeks, releasing his hold on Kiyotaka’s wrists and running his hands over Kiyotaka’s chest.“I like it when you cry,” Toji flirts, leaning over him. “Of course you do,” Kiyotaka’s laughs wetly, pushing at his chest to let him move. Kiyotaka gets up, casting a second look at the man getting comfortable on his bed before gathering a box from a dark corner of his closet.
“Isn’t it your birthday,” Toji said teasingly and gesturing to the box in his hands. Kiyotaka flushes, setting the box on the bedside table, pulling out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube.
He climbs back onto the bed— Toji had propped himself against his pillows, looking very comfortable. He crawls over to Toji’s trying not to cringe at his attempt at acting sexy. Toji’s cock was still hard, curving slightly up and shiny with pre-cum. Kiyotaka almost felt a little bad looking at it as he climbs in between Toji’s legs, settling on his stomach, taking the base of his cock in his hands and the tip into his mouth. Toji lurches as Kiyotaka runs his tongue around the tip of his cock, sucking him fully into his mouth, hollowing out his cheeks in sloppy suction. He keens as Toji treads his hand into Kiyotaka’s hair and fucks into his mouth.
Breathing through his nose, he let his mouth be used, spit dripping down his chin and neck. Toji pulls his hair causing Kiyotaka to tilt back and catch Toji’s heady gaze as he thrust into the wet heat of his mouth. Reaching down, Kiyotaka plays with the hefty weight of Toji’s balls, warm and smooth in his hand. The way Toji jerks when he does makes Kiyotaka breath a satisfied hum around Toji’s cock. Toji’s hand tightens in his hair just shy of being truly painful and pulls Kiyotaka off him with a wet pop.
“Come here,” Toji directs. Kiyotaka scrambles to his knees and crawls closer. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees,” Toji orders with a smirk. Kiyotaka gulps, turns around, setting his elbows on the bed while staying on his knees and arching up his back. His head rushes as he listens to the pop of a bottle cap being opened, his body tensing in anticipation. Toji trails his hand down to the hollow of Kiyotaka’s back, pressing into his spine and pushing his ass out more. Slick fingers tease at his rim and suddenly he was being opened up by Toji’s fingers. The pressure was a hot brand inside him, he spread his fingers, thrusting deeper, curling his fingers until Kiyotaka was grinding into him and panting into the sheets.
Toji pulls his fingers out, slapping at the meat of his ass as he does so, and grabs the package of condoms from the bed. Kiyotaka looks back and is caught by the sight of Toji on his knees, ripping the condom package with his teeth.
Kiyotaka blushes at the sight.
Toji smirks at him and slides the condom down his cock. “How do you want it, birthday boy,” Toji probes. Kiyotaka turns around, getting to his knees and sitting back on them. His brain was inundated with possibilities and they all sounded nice. He leans forward, pressing a hand to Toji’s chest, pushing him down to the bed, his head hitting Kiyotaka’s pillows— the pillows he slept with every night.
He climbs on top of Toji. “I want it like this,” Kiyotaka confesses, feeling awfully exposed as he spoke. “I want to be able to see you.” Toji responds by wrapping a hand around his chin and pulling him in for a long, wet kiss that causes white static to crackle down his spine.
What comes next happens in a daze. Toji continues to kiss him, hands roaming over his body, pinching at his nipples then soothing the worried skin with soft strokes. He kisses him breathless, until he couldn’t tell where he began and Toji ends. Their chest pressed together hearts pounding wildly between them. Kiyotaka reaches a hand back and wraps it around Toji’s cock; causing him to hiss and buck into his hand. Kiyotaka rises up into his knees, Toji’s holding him steady and sinks down.
Getting used to the stretch, he glances down to where Toji’s was disappearing into him and bites back a moan. He rocks forward and lets Toji’s hands guide his hips. Hot bursts of air puff against Kiyotaka’s forehead and he catches Toji’s lips in an open mouth kiss. Messy and wet— broken only by their moans. Toji leans himself forward so he was no longer laying on his back, pulling Kiyotaka closer as he repositioned them.
Cling to his shoulders, Kiyotaka broke their kiss to mouth at Toji’s jaw, down his neck and shoulders; biting him softly, tracing his warm skin with his tongue. Toji holds him close, winding Kiyotaka’s legs so they wrap around him more comfortably before he presses him into the bed. Kiyotaka hooks his ankles and grinds their hips together, pulling out a breathy moan from Toji’s lips. He rocks into Kiyotaka, slow and steady at first until he was clawing at Toji’s back for him to go faster. Toji nips at his neck and did as he asks, fucking into him with quick but deep thrusts.
Drowning in pleasure, Kiyotaka presses his face into the crook of Toji's neck and melts into him. The world becoming slow and fast and bright and dark; everything all at once. Kiyotaka had never felt so connected to someone before. Did Toji fuck all his one night stands like this? Kiyotaka’s chest pangs but it is chased away by Toji bringing one of Kiyotaka’s legs to rest over his shoulder. The new position made Toji seem even bigger as he rocks his hips into him. Kiyotaka jolts, his cock aching from the friction of their bodies. “Please,” Kiyotaka begs into his neck.
“You’re so polite when I’m fucking you,” Toji husks, pulling his hips back and thrusting into him. Toji’s words wash over him, heat pulsing inside him. Kiyotaka chases that high, pulling at Toji’s hips to go deeper into him. Toji reaches a hand between their bodies, wrapping it around Kiyotaka cock, teasing his foreskin with each stroke.
Static energy pulses through Kiyotaka’s body as his muscles spasm and he comes with a broken moan, his hips jerking as Toji works his cock dry. Toji’s hips sped up, fucking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm. Kiyotaka thrashes, working his hips until pleasure turns into overstimulation until he is pushing at Toji's chest to stop. “T-Too much,” he yelps.
Toji stills his hips, releasing the hold he had on Kiyotaka’s cock— holding out his cum sticky hand in between them before bringing it to his mouth, lewdly licking Kiyotaka’s cum from his fingers. Kiyotaka had never seen anything so sickly erotic. Toji kept eye contact, reaching out to grip Kiyotaka’s cheeks, bringing his face up to a bruising kiss, biting and licking into his mouth. He tries to keep up the pace but it was like being swept away by an ocean current and he was too weak to fight it. Kiyotaka didn’t know who broke their kiss first but he was left gasping for breath, his lungs racking and body losing strength with every second.
Toji settles on his knees, ripping the condom from his cock, palming its hardened length with breathy grunts and like smoke clearing he realizes Toji hadn’t even come once. Kiyotaka surges up, stilling Toji’s hand with his. “Let me,” Kiyotaka prompts, arousal building in his core again but he knew he wouldn’t be able to cum again even if he wanted to. Toji shrugs but he looks pleased and lets him reposition them so he is sitting at the end of the bed with Kiyotaka fit in-between his knees, kneeling. Kiyotaka works his mouth up and down, causing Toji to jerk his hips, softly fucking into the messy heat of his mouth. Trailing his lips and tongue across his cock, wrapping his hands at the base, pumping until Tojo was coming at with a snap of his hips down his throat.
Glancing up, Kiyotaka pulls away and swallows. He did that. Pride and satisfaction courses through him as he kneels before Toji. Toji reaches out a hand, brushing it against his wet chin, musky salt bloomed across his tongue as Toji pushes the dribbles into his mouth.
He doesn’t remember falling asleep but he wakes up to an incessant scratching at his bedroom door. Groaning he pulls his head from his pillow, blinking a few times to adjust to the darkness of his room, blackout curtain obscuring what time of day it could’ve been. But the fact the blackberry was at his door spoke to it being very late in the morning. Turning around to be greeted to the sight of Toji’s sleeping back or at least he thought he was sleeping, given the slow steady rise of his body. Kiyotaka almost reaches out a hand to trace the lines of his muscles but he pulls back at the last second not wanting to cross a line.
He gets out of bed slowly, pulling back the blankets; revealing the low of Toji’s back and the two dimples at the base of his spine. He startles and quickly fixes the blanket, grabbing the first clothes in his closet— a random pair of sweats and a Tokyo college alumni shirt that had a few holes in the necks hemline. The apartment was dark. The only light came from the kitchen light he had never got around to turning off. He feeds Blackberry, filling up her water bowl and starts folding the clean blankets and sheets that he set up on the futon last night…. but had never gotten around to using. Kiyotaka groans at the memory, stuffing everything in the linen closet, closing the door with a soft click. The microwave clock told him it was well past noon, no wonder Blackberry had been so adamant.
How long was Toji going to sleep?
Didn’t one night stands usually leave like bats out of hell after the deed had been done? Not that Kiyotaka would know, he had never had a one night stand. His only partners had been friends first and sexual partners second. The sex last night was wonderful but he had ignored that part of him that knew. Sex was emotional for him. He’d never had that kind of connection before and the fact that it was a one night stand just made it even more bittersweet. He should’ve never taken the genie out of the bottle. Now that he knew how good it could be it just felt cruel to have it be cut so short.
Toji had clearly asked him home for a one night stand— a man like that probably had more partners in a month than Kiyotaka has had his entire life. Busying himself with making coffee; Geto had gifted him an espresso machine last year for his birthday. Grinding a dark roast, leveling, stamping it down and fitting the portafilter into the machine. He steams milk with vanilla and pours the pulled espresso shot into his mug and then the steamed milk, finishing with a clumsy foam art of a heart. Time moves in a slow trudge as he mindlessly pets Blackberry as she weaves underneath his fingertips. His nerves eventually get the better of him and he makes another cup of coffee sans heart, going with a crooked leaf instead.
Toji was on his back now, blankets slung low over his naked hips just shy of being indecent. Kiyotaka flicks on the lamp on his dresser, its warm light flooding the room and highlighting all the lines of his sleeping form. Blackberry jumps on the bed next to his leg and Toji shifts, green eyes blinking open slowly. “Hi,” Kiyotaka murmurs shyly and sets down the coffee on the bedside table.
“Hey,” Toji grunts, his voice low and groggy from sleep, rubbing at his eyes. He must be hungover. Kiyotaka wasn’t, he hadn’t drunk enough to affect him in any real way but his body was sore for a very different reason but not the kind of sore that hurt or tore: it was warm and serves as a reminder that last night had really happened. Toji sat up, adjusting a few pillows so that he was more comfortable before leaning over and picking up the coffee and takes a sip. “It’s good,” he hums. “And your bed is comfortable too.”
Kiyotaka couldn’t help but flush with the praise as he replies. “Thank you, and I’m glad you found the bed to your liking.” They sat in awkward silence— well awkward for Kiyotaka. Toji on the other hand looked very at ease as he sat in his bed and drank his coffee. What if Nanami was right and he was a bum? Did he just sleep with him so he could have somewhere to stay? Was last night some sort of payment?
Kiyotaka starts to spiral.
“Do you have work? It’s Monday,” Toji prompts from behind the coffee mug.
“No!” Kiyotaka starts a bit too loudly. “I don’t start my shift until tomorrow night. I work the night shift— I’m a doctor— well actually I’m just a resident doctor,” he stumbles and tries to clarify not wanting to sound like he is inflating his worth. Toji tilts the cup as far as it could so and drains the last dregs of coffee before setting it down on the bedside table. “That’s cool,” he says, grasping the hem of Kiyotaka shirt and tugs him closer. “This the school you went to?”
Kiyotaka nods his reply, letting himself be manhandled until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg folded underneath him. In the lighting of his room he finally got a good look at the tattoos that curl around his arms and torso; curling dragon and chrysanthemums mixed with detailed dot work and filigree. “What are your plans for the day,” Kiyotaka asks awkwardly, twisting his hands in his lap. “What do you mean?” Toji replies, scrunched his eyebrows and settling deeper into the pile of pillows stacked behind him. “I’m doing it right now.”
“I only meant that you told me you needed a place to stay for the night.. and it’s well into the afternoon now.” Kiyotaka tries to clarify.
Toji crosses his arms in what almost looks like a show of petulance. “Do you want me to leave?” Toji grumbles. “No!” Kiyotaka insists with a flail of his hands and Toji relaxes, reaching out a hand to pet Blackberry’s belly. “Well, good,” Toji counters, pulling Kiyotaka closer by the hem of his shirt until their lips were ghosting each other as he spoke. “Cause I’m not leaving till you kick me out.”