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.
He fumbles with Katou's zipper. The junkie, comfortability first as always, is wearing baggy jeans at least three-sizes too big but right now everything is too tight, too much in the way.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he says, voice almost a whisper now - unsteady, needy, not as composed as he remembers it. Slowly, but not too slow, he lets his hands slide into Katou's pants, into his underwear. If that bastard can throw him off guard he will do his best to return the favour.
"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.
The teasing movements, too close and too far away at the same time, makes him moan... and squirm. He doesn't (didn't use to) squirm. Not for anyone. It no longer bother him though, how overly willing he must seem. There is something with Katou that makes him feel like it is okay to be honest. It's a dangerous and challenging feeling which turns him on almost as much as the thick, white liquid on his stomach.
He lift his eyes now to meet Katou's, a small smirk forming on his lips as he quickly reaches out a hand and brushes his fingers over his friend's nipples. Hoping that this will catch the junkie off guard he lifts his legs and locks them behind Katou's back, pulling him closer.
Only looking at the amount of cum seeping out of Katou's blood-filled cock tells him everything he needs to know about what state the other teen is in. The fact that this thrills him is disturbing, the fact that he is almost unable to think of anything except how badly he want said over-enthusiastic part of his best friend's body inside him even more so.
During his life so far Kira has never paid much attention to the whole "seeing sparkles" myth. This is probably closely connected to the fact that the goth is far from "sparkly" himself as well as most women's lack of fantasy. Now, however, he is pretty sure that he can actually spot some shiny little dots in the corner of his eyes. So he closes them instead, moaning enthusiastically in the back of his throat as Katou fills him up. It's a weird feeling, far more pleasant than he would have thought before actually trying it out. Painful, yes, but it's not like he is going to complain about that any time soon.
"Harder," he urges, moving his hips to meet Katou's. His own cum is drizzling down the sides of his cock now, making a little puddle just above his groin.
Their first attempts had been rather clumsy, none of them having any kind of earlier experience in this certain area of sexual activity. Looking back at it now he is rather surprised that they ever got this far. But then it has probably been inevitable from the beginning, the two of them ending up in bed together. Hell, half the female (and at least a third of the male) population in school are close to convinced that the two of them have been sleeping together for years now.
Then suddenly Katou hits that one perfect spot and his thoughts are shattered by waves of extreme pleasure. "Keep... doing that." He bites his lip, clenches the blanket with his fist, fights off the first feelings of orgasm...
At this point the only thing he knows for sure is that he doesn't want this to end. Not ever. He also knows that this is an impossible dream because no matter how desperately he fights it he won't be able to hold off an orgasm much longer. His body is tensing now, convulsing as Katou thrusts in and out, harder, quicker, just the way he likes it. He hardly breathes any longer, there is no time for that, and he has stopped thinking all together. Why think? It's wasted energy anyway. If he could he would give it up for good and just stay like this forever, letting Katou fuck him over and over again until he doesn't remember... anything anymore.
But nothing lasts forever. His body thrusts forward one last time, shaking violently, as he finally reaches climax. All the cum that has been collected up and trapped inside his cock spills out, over Katou, over him... (they will both be in serious need of a bath after this). Bringing up his last remaining energy he forces himself to stay tense and wait for Katou to reach the same, blissful state. Too tired to breath, too satisfied to care.
If anyone ever announced a competition in creepy, weirdly timed laughter Katou would most definitely be Kira's candidate. He is pretty used to it though and thus he just raises an eyebrow, smiling in the corner of his mouth as he tries to make himself comfortable underneath his bony best friend. Then, after having found a spot in which not too many ribs, hips or elbows collide, he finally relaxes completely.
"Pretty much..." Understatement of the week, sure, but he trusts Katou to see through this. After all it's a commonly known fact that when Kira finds a reason to give things less praise than they deserve it means that he is really, really impressed. And wet. And exhausted. His lungs, weakened by whiskey and nicotine, are still working over-time and his head is pleasantly dizzy from lack of oxygen.
"You look kinda happy yourself, huh Katou?" Sex is supposed to get boring when experienced with the same person again and again but apparently the two of them are as always exceptions from the norm because he sure doesn't feel bored right now. Neither will the cleaning-girl he notes, amused, when she sees these bed sheets. The cum between them is starting to itch yet he doesn't feel like moving. Not one bit.
Whenever Kira tries to convince himself about the fact that Katou means nothing to him he ends up seeing the same thing - the dirty blond junkie looking genuinely happy. The picture distresses him in a way that no heartfelt drama or blood-chilling horror flick ever did. It's not disturbing in itself, oh no. What disturbs him is the fact that he loves seeing it. Right now, for example, that lazy post-sex smile is making his heart (since when does he even have one?) ache with a loneliness he doesn't even have to experience yet. He can just hope and pray that Katou is - and will stay - unaware of this.
"Glad you asked, baby." Thinking doesn't help and thus he just smiles himself, trying to remember where his cigarettes are. "This place comes with a perfect copy of a Victorian-style bath-tub. Almost perfect, anyway. This one is big enough for two people."
Last time he had had it for himself since his lady companion had been awfully quick to leave after him declaring that, no, even after having seen her tits he still didn't want to go steady with her. He hadn't especially minded, seeing as he never really liked spending the night with a girl clinging to his arm. This is another practical thing about his current... relationship(?). Spending time with Katou is worthwhile even when they keep their clothes on.
He fumbles with Katou's zipper. The junkie, comfortability first as always, is wearing baggy jeans at least three-sizes too big but right now everything is too tight, too much in the way.
"I'll take that as a compliment," he says, voice almost a whisper now - unsteady, needy, not as composed as he remembers it. Slowly, but not too slow, he lets his hands slide into Katou's pants, into his underwear. If that bastard can throw him off guard he will do his best to return the favour.
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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.
"Better?"
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He lift his eyes now to meet Katou's, a small smirk forming on his lips as he quickly reaches out a hand and brushes his fingers over his friend's nipples. Hoping that this will catch the junkie off guard he lifts his legs and locks them behind Katou's back, pulling him closer.
Only looking at the amount of cum seeping out of Katou's blood-filled cock tells him everything he needs to know about what state the other teen is in. The fact that this thrills him is disturbing, the fact that he is almost unable to think of anything except how badly he want said over-enthusiastic part of his best friend's body inside him even more so.
"Come on now, baby. You know you want to..."
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"Harder," he urges, moving his hips to meet Katou's. His own cum is drizzling down the sides of his cock now, making a little puddle just above his groin.
Their first attempts had been rather clumsy, none of them having any kind of earlier experience in this certain area of sexual activity. Looking back at it now he is rather surprised that they ever got this far. But then it has probably been inevitable from the beginning, the two of them ending up in bed together. Hell, half the female (and at least a third of the male) population in school are close to convinced that the two of them have been sleeping together for years now.
Then suddenly Katou hits that one perfect spot and his thoughts are shattered by waves of extreme pleasure.
"Keep... doing that." He bites his lip, clenches the blanket with his fist, fights off the first feelings of orgasm...
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But nothing lasts forever. His body thrusts forward one last time, shaking violently, as he finally reaches climax. All the cum that has been collected up and trapped inside his cock spills out, over Katou, over him... (they will both be in serious need of a bath after this). Bringing up his last remaining energy he forces himself to stay tense and wait for Katou to reach the same, blissful state. Too tired to breath, too satisfied to care.
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"Pretty much..." Understatement of the week, sure, but he trusts Katou to see through this. After all it's a commonly known fact that when Kira finds a reason to give things less praise than they deserve it means that he is really, really impressed. And wet. And exhausted. His lungs, weakened by whiskey and nicotine, are still working over-time and his head is pleasantly dizzy from lack of oxygen.
"You look kinda happy yourself, huh Katou?" Sex is supposed to get boring when experienced with the same person again and again but apparently the two of them are as always exceptions from the norm because he sure doesn't feel bored right now. Neither will the cleaning-girl he notes, amused, when she sees these bed sheets. The cum between them is starting to itch yet he doesn't feel like moving. Not one bit.
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"Glad you asked, baby." Thinking doesn't help and thus he just smiles himself, trying to remember where his cigarettes are. "This place comes with a perfect copy of a Victorian-style bath-tub. Almost perfect, anyway. This one is big enough for two people."
Last time he had had it for himself since his lady companion had been awfully quick to leave after him declaring that, no, even after having seen her tits he still didn't want to go steady with her. He hadn't especially minded, seeing as he never really liked spending the night with a girl clinging to his arm. This is another practical thing about his current... relationship(?). Spending time with Katou is worthwhile even when they keep their clothes on.
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