Even if Kira hadn't known his best friend for three-four (or is it five?) years he could have told that he was nervous with his eyes closed. Katou doesn't have much dignity to spare. Knowing what all those merciless cut-throat bitches (that all dream about fucking him but don't have the looks for it) back in school would have to say about this is most definitely something both of them can do without. Kira just doesn't care. He has screwed up severely already and, to be honest, his classmates are the last people he is worried about right now. Time is running out, he can smell it. When he cuts himself it takes time to heal. Sometimes he dreams about things that are so familiar they must be significant yet he doesn't understand them. Katou doesn't deserve to be a part of all this mess
( ... )
"Sixteen," Kira lights a cigarette while studying the vending machines without any real interest except knowing the shortest route to the next available cup of coffee. "Third door to the left."
He has always been better at numbers than girls' hair colours. It's been three months since he last visited this place but he still remembers the room, the number of vending machines, everything except her. That's how he lives his life, no emotional attachment. Hah. Reality is ironic. He smirks again, blowing out a stream of smoke before offering Katou the cigarette and heading for the right door
( ... )
There is a bottle of London Dry Gin on the table next to the bed. It could have been a stage prop but it isn't. He opens it and swallows - one, two, three times - feels the liquid burn its way down his throat. You can always count on love-hotels to provide you with everything you need to forget every reason not to be there. Feeling warmer and calmer already he sinks down on the side of the bed, shirt falling off one shoulder, smile inviting and more confident than he actually is inside.
His company is obviously trying something similar, pretending that this is more normal than it actually is. The nervousness is disappearing though - good. There is something weirdly tempting in the way Katou looks at him as if he actually wants to challenge him. Kira enjoys a challenge and, sometimes, he actually likes to lose them. It's a nice change.
"Oh, I don't know. How about some rough, genuine, casual sex?" None of them have had enough of that in their lives. He leans back slightly, eyebrow raised, waiting for a reaction. Funny, really, how
( ... )
Here we go again. Kira's smirk melts away as they kiss. It's a hungry, needy and demanding business. As if both of them want to make sure that the other one is there and stays there without necessarily having to admit this to each other verbally. It's a shame that things have to be the way they are, really. It is painfully obvious that Katou won't be able to consider this a mere time-killer activity for much longer. Kira... will of course never be able to make a commitment. Not even if the situation allowed him to. Like everyone else around him Katou deserves someone much more true, much less likely to hurt and manipulate. No, this is a mistake and it has to end soon, before both of them waste more time being ridiculous
( ... )
There is a pang of familiar - welcome - pain shooting up his spine as Katou begins to work on his neck. Tomorrow there will be a mark just there, reminding him that whatever is about to happen actually did happen. It's going to make him hate himself for being so careless but that is just one part of it. Right now the Gin is getting to his head and at least his body seem to know exactly what it wants at the moment.
Damn this lazy junkie for knowing just what to do. Damn him. A first moan escapes his lips as Katou nibbles on an especially good spot. What is it his best friend always says? Whatever happens happens. He smiles, both hands on Katou's back now, sliding in and out of his jeans, urging him to continue.
Before it happened he sometimes did contemplate having sex with Katou but somehow he always failed to imagine that this would turn him oddly indifferent to sex with, well, other people. Street sluts and high school girl don't tempt him like they use to. They can't pin him down, can't bite hard enough, can't... fuck him so hard
( ... )
Another moan escapes him as Katou starts paying attention to his already stiff nipples. His back arches upwards, a reflex he wouldn't have been able to stop even if he wanted to. Even in this single life he has a wider sexual experience than anyone else he has ever heard of yet this is something so strong (so perfect) that it leaves him as bewildered as if he had never done it with anyone else before. In Kira's life sex has always been something natural, something that makes a good day a little better. Sex with Katou is also natural (as natural as breathing) but it sticks to him like super-glue (extra durable, best you ever had). It is the best he has ever had but he wouldn't admit this under torture
( ... )
"Always, baby." His voice is hoarse now, his sight dim. His head is spinning in a way that alcohol never managed. Is this madness? Of course it is but he can accept to be mad for one more night if that includes Katou pushing him down like this, possessing him, claiming him. None of all those countless girls he has bedded has ever even come close to understanding the way he likes to be wielded in bed. Katou knows how to bring out the best and the worst in him and he enjoys it.
He could break free, could over-power his scrawny delinquent friend any time he wanted to. But that would spoil it all and Kira was never one to spoil a good party.
Instead he closes his eyes, savors the feeling of not being in control, arches his hips upwards in an attempt to find... something Katou.
Truth is, he has never before experienced anything this relaxing. Or this intriguing.
His wrist still hurts slightly as he willingly follows Katou's demand. His entire groin aches from the impact of the kick (and the anticipation). It's a blessing in disguise, the fact that the junkie has little to no control over his own strength. He could take more (if Katou only knew just how much he could take) but this is... a very good start.
Good enough to make him unzip his pants and pull them down in a matter of seconds, silently cursing the way the slick jeans material sticks to his skin. Katou is struggling besides him, his own pants much easier to deal with but apparently his body is providing with enough complications.
The goth smirks as he lies back down on the bed, lazily showing himself off. He has known for years that Katou appreciates looking at his body a little too much and he takes great pleasure in giving him something to look at.
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He has always been better at numbers than girls' hair colours. It's been three months since he last visited this place but he still remembers the room, the number of vending machines, everything except her. That's how he lives his life, no emotional attachment. Hah. Reality is ironic. He smirks again, blowing out a stream of smoke before offering Katou the cigarette and heading for the right door ( ... )
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His company is obviously trying something similar, pretending that this is more normal than it actually is. The nervousness is disappearing though - good. There is something weirdly tempting in the way Katou looks at him as if he actually wants to challenge him. Kira enjoys a challenge and, sometimes, he actually likes to lose them. It's a nice change.
"Oh, I don't know. How about some rough, genuine, casual sex?" None of them have had enough of that in their lives. He leans back slightly, eyebrow raised, waiting for a reaction. Funny, really, how ( ... )
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Damn this lazy junkie for knowing just what to do. Damn him. A first moan escapes his lips as Katou nibbles on an especially good spot. What is it his best friend always says? Whatever happens happens. He smiles, both hands on Katou's back now, sliding in and out of his jeans, urging him to continue.
Before it happened he sometimes did contemplate having sex with Katou but somehow he always failed to imagine that this would turn him oddly indifferent to sex with, well, other people. Street sluts and high school girl don't tempt him like they use to. They can't pin him down, can't bite hard enough, can't... fuck him so hard ( ... )
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He could break free, could over-power his scrawny delinquent friend any time he wanted to. But that would spoil it all and Kira was never one to spoil a good party.
Instead he closes his eyes, savors the feeling of not being in control, arches his hips upwards in an attempt to find... something Katou.
Truth is, he has never before experienced anything this relaxing. Or this intriguing.
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Good enough to make him unzip his pants and pull them down in a matter of seconds, silently cursing the way the slick jeans material sticks to his skin. Katou is struggling besides him, his own pants much easier to deal with but apparently his body is providing with enough complications.
The goth smirks as he lies back down on the bed, lazily showing himself off. He has known for years that Katou appreciates looking at his body a little too much and he takes great pleasure in giving him something to look at.
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