Birthday present - [Kame x Shuuji] - My kink is you
“Hey baby!” Kazuya popped his head in the empty classroom Shuuji had tried to escape from Akira at and was hiding in. The boy jerked up and turned to look at the door with a terrified look.
“Eh, maji, it’s you? Damn, don’t scare me like that!” Shuuji said, jumping down from the desk he was sitting on.
“Hey, don’t lower my class; I’m nothing like that goof.” Kazuya said, lazily laying a kiss on Shuuji’s lips.
“A rich goof, nonetheless.” The boy murmured, breaking the kiss, and the older boy pouted.
“So you prefer his money over my money? Just because he’s got a company on his tail; a steady job-“
“Kazu, you’re talking nonsense. I chose you because I love you; besides now that he’s not hanging around Nobuta all the time, he’s got allot of girls tail him, thinking his sillyness is cute.”
“So…that’s why you two broke up…” Kazuya said, forcing Shuuji sit on the desk again, on his lap. “You’re really something.”
”That’s not why we broke up. Okay, I admit that I felt a little jealous whenever he texted or called Nobuta and whenever they were around him, but I just felt a greater attraction to you.” Shuuji said, and Kazuya immediately kissed him, parting his lips and intruding his mouth as his fingers unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, throwing it to the floor.
“Chotto…Chotto! Not…not in here!” Shuuji complained and tried to get off the older boy’s legs, but it was impossible. Kazuya had his arms tightly wrapped around his waist; even if Shuuji tried he wouldn’t be able to escape. “Mou…kanpenishite yo…” he sighed and the next second his lips were sealed, and his back was facing the wooden surface of the desk, cold between his shoulderblades. Kazuya had flipped positions, and now was on top of him, pushing the desk so that it would stick to the wall. Shuuji’s whole body was shaking uncontrollably; be it anticipation, be it anxiety, be it fear of someone finding out, he didn’t knew. He only knew that the moment the older of the two put his hands on his pants and ordered “pull it down”, his fingers instinctively went to the button and quickly rid the older and thinner boy of his black jeans. Not really sure if he truly wanted to do this next, he put his hands on Kazuya’s underwear with a question in his eyes; instead of a verbal reply, Kazuya leaned in and sucked on his lower lip, his one hand roaming on his chest and pinching his nipples, and the other one found its way into Shuuji’s pants, stroking, in the beginning, and then rubbing his already hardening member with his thumb. Shuuji let out a moan before he was able to stop himself.
“Damn…You’re just a little too much to say no to…” he murmured and pulled Kazuya’s pants down, knowing from previously that he’d already be turned on. And pretty much to that. And previous experience never guessed wrong. Kazuya, as much sensual a creature as he was, never failed to fulfill his boyfriend’s expectations. He smiled at the sight of the younger boy staring at him and lowered down, his trained tongue teasing the soft skin on his neck. Smirking to the sounds that Shuuji was trying to suppress, he caught bits of the skin between his teeth and sucked, leaving almost heart-shaped marks on him. He brushed his tongue over the abused spots and that made Shuuji ticklish, but the last thing the boy could think of was giggling.
“Kazu, don’t go overboard teasing me again.” He managed to let out, Kazuya’s lips sucking hard on his skin over his belly. A dark purple mark was still there, next to his right hipbone, still having not faded since the last time they were like this.
“Got it.” Kazuya smirked. “You’ve got me under control, you know that?” he teased, his voice husky as ever, his hands already off the school boy, searching in his bag. Grabbing hold of the lube tube, hastily putting some on his fingers and quickly inserting them in the younger boy, just like so many other times -every time similar but different, he stretched him and made him heave, calling out his name in throaty sounds that Kame thought shouldn’t be allowed to produce. They were far too pleasurable to be legal. For the moment he was extremely glad and satisfied with the fact that he was the one producing them, he was the one whose name Shuuji was calling out, he was the one Shuuji belonged to.
“You… are… evil.” Shuuji breathed out, not missing the smirks Kazuya kept shaping. “Just… go on with it… Seriously, there can’t… be… long….”
“You’re too tight-assed today. But that’s not meant literally, you know.” The older male said, but complied with his boyfriend’s orders, switching quickly his fingers with his cock, entering the younger’s body with a quick thrust, but gently enough, careful not to make him lose control and scream, because no matter how much in control he was, when he lost it, he could scream so loud everyone in the building would hear them. He took it slow, but soon his own limit of control overtook him, and his thrusts came faster and harder, his rhythm shaking the both of them completely. It’d been good that he thought of placing the desk next to the wall, because it would have made a lot of noise the way they were shaking, its legs scraping against the floor.
A few moments later, and it was all over. Both of them were sweaty and heaving, Shuuji’s breath coming out in choked sounds as if someone holding on his throat. Kazuya pulled out and turned him over so they could face eachother, then collapsed on him.
“…Kazu…” the younger let out, trying to even out his breathing.
“Mhm?”
“How long will we keep doing this?”
“Doing what?”
“This.”
“Sex on campus?”
“Don’t sound like cheap American high school romance comedy. But… yeah. Why can’t you just wait for me to get off school?”
“Because…” Kazuya said, smiling and pulling his head closer to the younger one’s face “…when the fans and tabloids say I’ve got a lot of kinks, there’s truth in that. And one of my kinks… It’s you.” He let out, and sealed Shuuji’s lips before he could say anything. His tongue brushed softly against the younger boy’s lips and a sigh left him; it was too sweet.
“When will you learn?” Shuuji said when they’d broken apart.
“Never.”