RP Log - Niou, Bunta & Akaya

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When: Kiri's birthday (Sept. 25)
What: Boys, Booze and Buttsex.


Bunta Marui wasn't a happy redhead. No, he wasn't and sure he should have been. He was out painting the town red with his best friend and his boyfriend, who just happened to have a birthday that day. Only, his plans for Akaya's birthday didn't include his boyfriend being so damn drunk off his ass that he couldn't walk home much less perform in other areas. And all that meant was that there, in the middle of that bar where the drinks were flowing freely and being guzzled even faster, Bunta sat staring gloomy at the second drink placed in front of him after he knocked back the first.

Really, he could just change his own plans for surprising Akaya and just give him his present tomorrow. After all, Niou was already in the process of giving their mutual friend the present he had chosen, which was as much rotgut as that slender body could swill.

It was a good present, damnit. Or at least Niou thought so and Akaya had damn well better be thankful for letting him empty his wallet in providing the drinks. Akaya seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot if the slightly pink tinge to his cheeks was any indication, that had to be his fourth? Fifth? Drink in the short time they'd been there. There was, however, another person who didn't seem to be enjoying himself as much as the man of the hour.

Niou slid out of his seat and took the few steps needed to get behind Bunta, arms curling around the younger man's waist and chin dropping on his shoulder. "What's with the long face, peach pie?"

Bunta jumped just a little when Niou's arms unexpectedly slid around his waist from behind. He hadn't thought Niou would notice a thing once the alcohol started flowing, and bit the inside of his cheek while he pondered to spill his guts. Did he really want to screw up Niou's moment with Akaya just to get what he wanted?

"Long face?" he questioned as he forced out of hiding the impish grin he was known for, head tilting to allow questioning eyes to seek out the man whose chin rested on his shoulder. "I thought my face was pretty small, not long."

"You know what I mean. You've had this," Niou paused to make an accurate representation of the face Bunta had been wearing mere seconds before. "Face since we got here." And it was a face that generally meant his friend wasn't particularly thrilled with a situation. "So spill."

"He's getting drunk." Bunta whispered finally. His gaze dropped away, shying from Niou's reproduction of the expression he'd been wearing since walking through the door of the bar. He felt awful for disrupting the night of merrymaking that his friend had gone through so much trouble to instigate for Akaya on his special day, but could no more stop the sinking of his heart than he could cause the sun not to rise on the coming morn.

"That's kind of the point of going to a bar, pumpkin." But then it dawned on him that just maybe Bunta had his own plans. "So what, exactly, do you need him not-drunk for?" Niou grinned. Sure, he had a fairly good idea but Bunta was good at surprising him sometimes.

Bunta blushed. He knew Niou could be something of a bastard sometimes, torturing him by making him verbally confess to what he wanted to do or wished he could do, and then sometimes his best friend would nudge him along and teach him the way of things. However, knowing this didn't do a damn thing to kill the embarrassment that burned his cheeks or the anxiety that roiled around in his stomach. "Don't want him drunk for the first time I," Boy, that word was hard to get out, especially considering just how submissive Bunta could be inside a bedroom. Truthfully, he liked it that way, and wasn't so certain about this switching roles thing. It showed in the hesitancy of his tone when he cleared his throat and whispered that dreaded word that had caused a fight days prior to his boyfriend's birthday. "Top."

And then, determined to draw attention away from that little revelation he spot out. "It'd also be nice, if he remembers me telling him I love him when he wakes up tomorrow, too."

"Ah ha! The truth comes out." And luckily from what he could tell Akaya was too busy ordering another drink to notice the little pow wow going on a few feet away. "In that case, he's cut off after this one and you can go have your merry way with him." The grin never left Niou's face - aw, his baby was growing up so fast! "And think of it this way, if he's a little drunk he's not going to care if you make a mistake somewhere."

Bunta wrinkled his nose and turned on his friend with a very small, peeved glare. "I do not make mistakes, Haru." He puffed up with his ego showing mightily. "I'm a genius, therefore I don't make mistakes." Although, Bunta really wasn't so certain of his ability to do the topping in his relationship with Akaya, but he'd never admit that to anyone. Speaking of which, he thought with an inner whimper no one could hear but he. He snuck a glance toward his boyfriend as he ordered yet another drink.

"Think ya can distract him from drinking that one, so I can drag him out of here?" He'd get around to thanking Niou later, once he was past the hurdle he faced tonight.

"My pleasure, buttercup." With that Niou extracted himself from his friend and plodded towards the other, plinking up the drink that had just been slid across the counter and taking a healthy gulp. "C'mon, Liebchen. We got places to go." And of course he ignored the slightly pouty look Akaya gave him when the tab was paid and he more or less physically dragged the younger man from his stool.

"You're a dick sometimes, Haru." Akaya grumbled with a slight slur. But he followed the other anyway, wobbling slightly until he caught his center of balance. Alright, all better. "Bunta! We're leaving."

Bunta took a breath to steady the return of his nervousness, eyed his drink even after that announcement of their departure, and then took the time to quickly down in favor of steeling his nerves, before slipping off his barstool. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." He murmured on the way to join the two.

"Good." Akaya replied, arm slipping over Bunta's shoulder once his boyfriend was close enough. "Where we goin, Haru." Sometimes surprises were nice, but generally not when one wasn't in exactly the soberest of states.

"That's for me to know and you to find out, Liebchen. Ain't that right, sugar cookie?" Niou gave a knowing grin to Bunta and lead the way out of the pub. Keys were fished out of his pockets and car doors unlocked - at least he'd planned far enough ahead to let his friend have fun and still stay sober enough himself to get them home. "Hurry up, slowpokes." He called as he slid into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"C'moooooooooon tell meeeeeeeeeeeeee." Akaya's whine could've easily bordered on annoying (and it was). "It's my birthday, fucker, I have the right to know!"

"What if I told you we were going to get you fitted in bondage gear for a night of wild kinky sex." ...Technically, not too far off from the truth.

"I'd probably believe you."

"Get in, Akaya." Bunta muttered with a little shove to his boyfriend's lower back when they reached the car. "Can't find out, if you don't let Haru get us where we're going." No, he wasn't spilling the beans and he really wished Niou hadn't have said that, since Akaya would probably be expecting it now. Which would disappoint him in the end, since Bunta had no plans on being kinky that night.

"I'm going, I'm going." The birthday boy grumbled, tugging the car door open and sliding in the back seat. So pushy, jeez. He leaned back, letting his head loll against the head rest and closed his eyes; hello, dizzy!

"Puke on the upholstery and I'm going to kick your ass." Niou said, peering in his rearview mirror at the man in question.

"Not gonna puke, jackass. Ain't that drunk."

Bunta crawled in after Akaya, dropping back against the seat with a relieved sigh he couldn't suppress. "Puke on me," he semi-mimicked Niou. "And I'm going to kick your ass." He murmured as he reached to the close the door. He had no idea how many drinks his boyfriend consumed, but knew smelling like vomit wasn't going to help his cause once he got them behind locked doors.

"Said I wasn't gonna puke." Akaya grunted, shifting slightly to rest his head against Bunta's. Really, he had a higher alcohol tolerance than that, thank you!

"Last time you puked all over my floor, idiot." Niou replied as they pulled out of the parking lot and headed back towards campus. He fully had plans of making sure they got there safely, but for once had no plans of actually staying.

"Last time I drank almost a whole bottle of tequila and God only knows what else, that's different."

Niou couldn't help but think if they had grown up in the States instead of Germany, Akaya would've been thrown into Alcoholics Anonymous a long time ago. "Yeah, yeah. Shut up."

Bunta remained silent, listening to the banter that flowed between Niou and Akaya. It was preferable to letting his imagination get the better of him, and scare the shit out of him before he got to the point of no return. The nervousness he faced when he thought about what he planned returned and intensified tenfold, coiling in his gut tightly. He took that moment and the shift of his boyfriend's head to try and ease the anxiety by nuzzling against the silky curls he had a fondness for playing with.

After a soft purr rumbled in his chest Akaya reached forward, grabbing hold of Niou's seat and giving it a firm shake. "Ey! Turn on the AC, it's hot back here!" Heat and alcohol just never got along, at least for him.

"I'm pretty sure that's the point." Niou grinned, gaze flicking to his rearview mirror in some attempt at catching a look at Bunta.

"Shut up and do it."

"You know how to open a window."

"You got the damn things locked, fuckwit."

Oh. Right. Child safety locks and all that. "They ain't now."

The petty arguing continued for a while (Niou knew full well there were times Akaya argued just to argue, and simply made shit up to argue about). Soon enough the car was parked and three young (and partially, if not all the way) drunk young men were on their way up several flights of stairs and down a hall. "Got your keys, pumpkin?"

"Yeah." Bunta found himself belatedly answering, just as they came to a stop just outside the dorm room he shared with Yuushi. He fumbled his key out of his pocket, and then slid it home in the lock, before offering Niou a tentative smile. "I think I can take it from here." He wasn't looking forward to having an audience of any kind for what was going to happen. Well, that is, not one that wasn't Akaya, and he wasn't above subtly trying to urge Niou to leave them there at the door.

Oh, Niou was going to leave alright, but not before giving a sound piece of advice that he leaned over and whispered into Bunta's ear before reaching a hand out to slip something into Bunta's pocket, then raised it to mess with Akaya's hair. "Happy birthday, shithead." And with that, hands were stuffed in his pockets and back down the hall he went.

"Wait, what? I thought we were going to another bar or getting food or something." Well, wait. If it was Bunta's room there very well could be food involved. Like cake! Alright, he could live with that. "Uh nevermind." Without so much as a care he pushed through the door, bouncing forward with almost freakish excitement. "Where is it where is it??" Because. Duh. Cake.

Bunta took a calming breath when he shut the door behind him. His cheeks were already burning from Niou's advice, and a tuck of his hand into his pocket told him exactly what had been shoved into it. "Where's what?" Bunta asked softly. He wasn't pleased with the catch in his voice, making it almost squeak. But he blamed it all on the unfamiliar path he was going to walk when he crossed the room behind his boyfriend.

"The cake, duh." There had to be one, right? And in a very nosy manner that was of just how he was with his best friend Akaya began to shuffle through the fridge and various cabinets, a small little pout making its way onto his face when he found nothing.

"No cake." Bunta stated a moment later. Thoroughly amused by Akaya's hunt and his inevitable failure made his way through the small common room, and then headed straight for the door to his bedroom. "But I do have your present." He paused just outside the door, casting a look over his shoulder to see how long it took his boyfriend to perk up at that announcement.

No cake!? What the fuck but ooh presents, he did like those (which reminded Akaya he had to go hunt down Capitan Bobo for his present). Within seconds he was attached to the smaller man's back, clawing at his shirt and bouncing on the balls of his feet just slightly. "Where, where?!"

"Get off me and I'll show you." Bunta growled, shrugging his shoulders to knock his boyfriend loose, before he lost his shirt to those clawing hands and the very obvious excitement brought about by the promise of the hidden goody.

Akaya obidiently let go and pounced through the door, however letting go didn't mean he was any less excited about getting a present. He flopped unceremoniously on the bed, staring back up at Bunta curiously. "Where whereeeeeeeeee." Apparently the ride, hike, and subsequent search for cake had sobered him up a little bit.

Lock the door. Check. Take a minute to catch his breath. Check.

Bunta mentally ran down his list one by one, after he closed the door and made sure it was locked securely, and then he shook off his fear to make his way to the bed. "All in good time." He said as he made his way onto the bed. It didn't take him long to crawl his way to where he wanted to be-straddling his boyfriend with dark eyes lowered to trace anxiously over features flushed from drink, even if Akaya was slowly sobering up a bit at a time.

Hokay! "Guess that's okay too." Akaya breathed, head tilting slightly as he watched his boyfriend's face. It was slowly dawning on him that maybe this present wasn't so much of a physical thing as it was something physical (and generally fairly pleasurable to boot). "So whassit?" By then he figured he had about two more minutes in which to play dumb before it would be more than noticable that he was getting excited in a way much different than he had been.

"You'll see." Bunta tried for a grin when he dipped his head to nibble at his boyfriend's bottom lip. It didn't take long for slender fingers to find their way to silken locks to knead gently in a tentative first step toward giving the gift he was determined to brazenly give without showing his insecurity.

Akaya purred softly, arms lifting to curl loosely around his boyfriend's waist. Tongue slid out along Bunta's lip, seeking and demanding entrance. Yeah, he didn't mind putting off the present thing much for some good old fashioned makeout time.

Once, Bunta would have opened willingly and allowed that seeking tongue the pleasure of slipping in his mouth to dance teasingly over his own. But that was before Akaya made his request weeks before, and now it so wasn't happening. Or so he told himself when he nipped sharply at his lover's tongue, and then slid his own out to let it frolic over the one he punished for trying to take control away from him.

Damn it, if he was going to dominate, he was dominating everything-even their kiss.

He could deal with that, really. Either way he got tongue, and that was all good. Akaya shifted slightly under Bunta, hands running along the other man's back before tugging at his shirt to slip a hand beneath; fingers running lightly over the base of Bunta's spine. His tongue slid languidly along the other's, seeking more of a sweet taste he so favoured.

"No!" he huskily snapped, jerking away from the kiss with a reluctant feeling filling his stomach. Bunta reached for the hand lightly traveling his spine, wreaking havoc on his determination to step over a line he had never contemplated crossing before. "Hands off, Akaya." The soft order came seconds later when he slid warm fingers away from his back, and then guided it to rest on the mattress where he held it with a firm but gentle hold.

Akaya gave the other man a slightly bewildered look but resigned nonetheless, hands resting beside him. Maybe, just maybe it was beginning to dawn on a slightly muddled brain just what the hell was going on and if Bunta was finally going to take some charge for once, who was he to complain?

"See," Bunta began to explain when he was satisfied those hands would stay put and not trespass over soft skin to tempt him. "I have this problem insomuch that when you touch me I want nothing more than to beg you to fuck me." Heh, he was being crude, which was somewhat unusual for him, unless he was in a mood. This time, however, had nothing to do with a mood but trying to get his point across.

Gentle fingers slid along his lover's chest, trailing a path down until the played lightly just below Akaya's shirt hem. "I don't think I'll be begging for anything tonight."

It was about then Akaya figured out exactly what was going on (or so he thought but hey), and honestly, he didn't have a problem with it. If Bunta was going to do what he thought he was going to do then... well, he'd asked for it. "You still might be."

"Think so?" he asked with a mischievous grin, fingers hooking beneath that hem to drag it up inch by inch, until his palms met the warmth of his lover's torso to glide beneath and push the shirt the rest of the way up.

"Somehow, I doubt it, but I know what you're going to do."

He wasn't sure how Bunta would know what he was going to do when he didn't even know what he was going to do, but whatever. His head tilted slightly to watch the other man, muscles trembling slightly under warm hands. "If you say so."

Bunta perked a brow when his hands stilled. The shirt was bunched around his wrists; hands kneading along finely toned muscles. "Take the shirt off, Akaya." He instructed with a curl to his lips.

Told to before he even got a chance to ask, how was that for luck. Akaya leaned up slightly, hands sliding up to tug at the hem of his shirt and yank it over his head; tossing it off to the side. "Better?"

"Told you I knew what you were going to do." Bunta grinned, feeling particularly pleased with being one step ahead of the man beneath him. That is, until his gaze roamed over pale skin. God, he thought with a low groan and the dipping of his head to lick a path from his boyfriend's collar to the side of his neck where he indulged himself with hungry little nibbles. He really loved to play with his lover, and it was too bad he didn't get to play more than he was usually allowed.

"Smartass." Akaya growled quietly. He was going to behave. Really he was even if part of his brain and his body were telling him to do differently. He let out a soft breath, chin lifting and head tilting a little to give his boyfriend better access.

"Point?" Bunta asked with a low purr, nipping sharply at the pulse point holding his attention. He had too much flesh bared for his pleasure and wasn't above allowing slender hands the privilege of trailing a path over toned muscles, until his fingers honed in on Akaya's nipple.

"Don't have one," Akaya hissed, body arching under Bunta's hand. Goddamnit, he was going too slow and under normal circumstances clothes would've already been off and some form of the act would've already begun.

"Didn't think so." He smirked with the arching of body, reveling in the reaction he was getting. If there was an advantage to having played the submissive role so often, it was being the recipient of such touches and knowing what felt good for the most part, enough so that a shift of his body had the redhead slithering down from his perch to nestle between his lover's legs. Bunta nipped a precarious path over warm skin, flicking his tongue out every so often to lave at one spot or another, until his mouth found the pebbled nub lean fingers gave a firm tug.

"Fuck," A small, barely audible moan bled from Akaya's throat. "Hurry up." Eager? Definitely. Impatient? That too. Hands clenched tightly into Bunta's sheets - he'd agreed to keep them there and stay there they would, damnit. But that didn't stop Akaya from having the urge to reach out, to touch and hold his boyfriend, nor did it stop the desire to make Bunta scream.

"No." Bunta lifted his head and with an arrogant arch of his brow put an end to Akaya's hopes for a quick romp between the sheets. His fingers returned to the nipple his lips had left with much reluctance while his free hand slipped to rub lightly over the growing arousal pressing against his lover's pants.

Akaya didn't really have anything to say to that, instead growling as he squirmed beneath the other man's hand. He did, however, have to admit that when Bunta wanted control he was going to fucking take it despite any disagreement there may have been. And honestly, he couldn't complain. This was partially his fault in the first place.

Bunta licked his bottom lip, moistening it with a swipe of tongue when agile fingers slid to work Akaya's pant button free of its hole. He was especially cautious in lowering the zip, but still devious with his slowness when that was all he did. "God," he breathed softly as his head lowered to press first one kiss and then another down his lover's torso with a pace as torturously slow as the rest of his play. "You look so hot like that."

If he had his way, by the time he was done Akaya would most likely regret asking him to top back then.

"Now you know how I feel," Akaya breathed, hips rocking in some attempt at getting a bit of friction. For fucks sake, didn't he know this was torture? But then again, it was Bunta, and Bunta took every available oppurtunity to torture him in any way possible. Bastard.

"Not quite, but I will." Bunta promised when he hooked his fingers within his lover's waistband and gave a tug. "Lift your hips." He whispered across flesh still warm from his lips, waiting just long enough for the order to be followed, before working pants and boxers down lean hips.

Akaya obliged, slim hips raising and wiggling slightly in some attempt at helping the other man get the damn things off. It was a little better, anyway, but still nowhere near where he wanted to be. "Fuck."

"Not yet." Bunta denied as he shoved those barriers aside, only to issue another order. "Throw me the lube, Akaya." Damn, he could get to liking this being in charge thing, and even though he had no intentions of putting the lotion on his nightstand to use right then, he sure as hell didn't plan on interrupting his playtime later when it would be needed.

It took a bit of doing but Akaya did manage to wiggle close enough to catch the bottle with the tips of his fingers and grab hold of it. "Here." He grunted, dropping the bottle next to his hip, hand resting beside it. Torture. Pure torture and they both knew it, Bunta might as well have just tied him up and had his way with him.

"Appreciate it, really." Bunta grinned. He reached for the bottle, putting it within easy access, before he offered his lover a small reward for listening to him so well. It started with just a ghosting of his fingertips over the velvet hardness that drew his gaze, but soon escalated to the languid drag of his tongue over his lover's length.

A soft mewl broke from Akaya's throat, body jerking towards the warm wetness making its way over his erection. Damnit! There was only for so long he could keep himself from doing anything and this was about the point where it was beginning to drive him nuts. Sitting up slightly a hand lifted, fingers curling lightly in Bunta's hair and letting his hand rest there - no pushing or pulling, Bunta was in control here and he did still have a tiny bit of self-restraint even given how much he obviously wanted it to continue.

Bunta purred in content when he slid his tongue over warm velvet skin, swirling it just beneath the base. He waited, reveling in the way those hands curled in his hair, and in the thrust of hips that soon had his mouth parting on a low moan of anticipation stifled only by the hard erection he slipped his mouth over in a bid to satisfy his own craving.

He hissed, eyes narrowing into slits and fingers curling tighter in the other's hair. Sweet fuck he'd been waiting long enough for that and he proved it with the shift of his hips; a sigh and an appreciative moan. Akaya rocked slightly, body nearly trembling under Bunta's tongue.

Bunta had been waiting just as long, maybe. He moaned low in his throat as he settled into a languid rhythm, head bobbing up and down as his mouth worked hungrily over the length of hardened flesh he paid such close attention to. Yet, it wasn't enough to secure his role of the evening, and earned Akaya the first tentative brush of slender fingers along a puckered entrance.

He watched through the veil of his bangs, making note of each expression that crossed his lover's face, before putting his teasing to an end by easing one finger into the other.

"You're," Akaya groaned through a panted breath. He was okay now, but if Bunta kept going it could cause problems for the both of them. "Forgetting something." It didn't matter how much alcohol he'd consumed, he was definitely more-or-less sober at the moment, and even drunk Akaya wasn't stupid enough to go through any sort of sexual act without lubrication, whether on the giving or receiving end. He may have like a bit of pain in his play but that was the sort of thing that could cause serious damage.

Bunta lifted his head with a final lave of tongue. "No," he answered with a chiding look. "I'm not forgetting anything, Akaya." He might have chosen to test his lover without the aid of lubrication, but it wouldn't be more than a finger that went in that way. He took a breath when his weight settled with the shift of his body, and then with a slight move of hand slid his finger deeper.

He really didn't want to have a conversation while doing this, and really thought it cheesy, but hell... "M'not gonna do anything to you that would hurt me, if I were in your place."

"Jus' makin' sure. Don't feel like not being able to sit for a month." Yeah, it was a pretty stupid conversation, but whatever. He shifted under Bunta's hand, and with the aid of what alcohol was still running through his system forced himself to try and relax.

Damn it! He had taken so long to talk himself into this, and now with the evidence of his boyfriend's unease clear on the features he termed as too sexy for his own good, Bunta found his confidence dwindling. He groaned as he turned his head to hide burning cheeks from inquisitive eyes, and gently removed his finger from the tight sheathe surrounding it.

Hell, he had been right. He couldn't do this.

Akaya let out a slow breath as the digit was pulled out, legs spreading slightly to give him a bit more space to work with. ...Which he didn't seem to be doing - he wasn't reaching for the lube or anything. "...Don't you fucking dare stop now."

Easy enough for him to say, Bunta snarkly snapped in his mind. His anxiety had returned and was worse than before, tightening his throat with the unspoken fear that lay at the root of his insecurity-what if he did something that really would hurt Akaya, even though he had promised not to? He rose to his knees, biting his lip to still the words that would switch their roles so easily, and then reached for his shirt hem.

It didn't take him long to slide it free of his body and toss it aside, and it took only a few minutes more to climb off that bed to slide his jeans free of lean hips. Rejoining his boyfriend, he made a decision and quite rudely gave him a little shove with his hands. "Get up."

...Had he just been kicked out of his own boyfriend's bed? Guh. What the fuck ever. At least in his own room he could still masturbate to get rid of the tension. "Fine." With that Akaya sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, leaning down to snatch up his pants.

Now that was not what he had planned. Bunta stared at the back facing him incredulously, and then took a calming breath to temper the snap of his voice when he asked, "Did I say you could leave?" Right, he was still in control, damn it. And he certainly didn't remember saying they were done.

Pants around his ankles Akaya tilted his head back over his shoulder, one eyebrow raising curiously. "No, but you implied it."

"The hell if I did!" Bunta denied on a rush of air. He was miffed and it showed in the curl of a pouting bottom lip and the accusing glare in dark eyes. "Just told you to get up."

"I am up."

"Yeah, so get your ass back here and grab the lube on your way." Bunta ordered when he flopped back onto the bed with a smirk curling his lips. Akaya could blame himself for this, since he was the bad influence who had pulled almost the same stunt on Bunta in Korea.

Oh. OH. Well now he certainly felt like a complete fucking jerk. Leaning back down to tug his pants free Akaya turned himself around and crawled back across the bed, the bottle snatched up before he paused near Bunta's legs, watching the other man curiously.

"Well?" Bunta prodded with a telling glance toward the hand holding the bottle of lube. "Get to work, Akaya." He almost blushed over the crude words that trembled on his tongue. Almost, but determination and the sudden discovery that they obviously had a way of mixing signals pushed them free.

"My dick isn't getting in your ass with you just sitting there."

Bunta certainly did have a mouth on him tonight, didn't he? And aside from that, even though Bunta was supposed to be the dominant partner for the time he was going to make Akaya take charge? Talk about confusing.

But even so he nodded and popped the bottle open to pour some of the liquid onto his fingers - apparently he had to take care of that part himself, too. A little awkward, but managable and he got to his knees; legs spreading and leaning forward enough to reach between his legs to press a finger against his own entrance, pushing it further in with a shuddered breath.

"Akaya," Bunta chided himself for being impatient, and knew he should have been the one stretching his lover's entrance and preparing him for the next stage. Yet, had it not been the same lover who made him feel as if he would make a mistake, before it was over? He bit his lip, gnawing it restlessly during his wait. Next time, he'd studiously ignore the brat who had a habit of being oblivious, until you shoved the facts in his face and carry on his merry way, until he got to the end he was after.

Next time, but not now.

"What," Akaya hissed as he drew a breath, a second finger slowly pushing in and twisting slightly. The hell did Bunta expect? There was only so fast he could go even when completely sober.

Oddly, Bunta felt like doing something stupidly childish, like sticking out his tongue. Which, he chose not to do, instead settling for a chiding; "I woulda done that for you." Yeah, there was nothing quite like needling Akaya for being idiotic enough to make him feel inexperienced and clumsy his first time taking control.

"Still can," Akaya grunted, hand stilling for a moment. "S'kinda hard this way." And it was, it required way more twisting and bending and concentration than a still alcohol-fogged brain cared to give.

"Then don't be an ass next time." Bunta softly. He pushed against Akaya's chest, shoving his lover back onto the bed with a low grunt of air and purpose. "Cos I'll find my way through doing this, and I won't hurt you during the process." It didn't take long to find the discarded bottle of lotion, and even less time to coat his fingers, before a slight maneuvering of legs gave him access to the puckered entrance he teased gently.

"Wanna know why?"

"Why's that," Akaya breathed, back arching slightly as he pushed back against Bunta's hand. It hadn't been that he didn't trust Bunta to take care of him but it was more than obvious that the other man was nervous (despite how he tried to hide it) and when Bunta got nervous he tended to forget things. But again came the 'trust' issue, he just have to trust his boyfriend on this one.

Bunta learned in that moment that he could be a tad bit on the sadistic side, making his lover wait through the careful play of fingers, until he hooked an arm beneath one leg. Bunta withdrew his fingers, reached between them to slick the remaining lotion over his erection, and then eased the head of it into his lover with a low hiss he muffled just barely with the capture of Akaya's lips. He lost himself in the sensation of tight heat and the kiss that unfolded between them, only to toss another surprise in the works with a nip to the bottom lip he breathed across.

"Cos, I love you." Heh, the smart-ass wannabe lawyer could have fun processing that birthday present.

"I know," Akaya purred against Bunta's mouth - the words for once not having even the slightest thread of ego or mockery behind them. Arms curled around Bunta's back as he shifted beneath the other, his head tilting slightly to press another kiss against his boyfriend's lips. "But it's nice to hear ya say it for once."

His legs spread a bit wider, back hollowing slightly before ankles latched behing Bunta's back and Akaya rocked against him. ...Way different from how Haru did things but Akaya certainly wasn't going to complain now that he'd finally gotten his best friend and boyfriend to take charge for once.

"How the hell do you kno.. aah, Jesus, don't do that!" Bunta skipped topics mid-sentence with the slow rocking of his boyfriend's body. Damn it, he wasn't a virgin by any means, except in this area. Which meant he wasn't prepared for the tight cling of muscles or the fantastic heat that made him want to whimper and beg for more. Not that he couldn't get more, if he wanted, because he could since he was in control for once. However, if Akaya moved just like that one more time, he wouldn't guarantee how long he could make it last.

Bunta shifted, snaking a hand between them to wrap it around his lover's length, and then with a punishing nip to a plump bottom lip that warned of another should he not be listened to gave a firm stroke in an effort to distract the raven-haired jerk who held his heart.

"Can't help it," he grunted, breath hitching slightly with a low moan. Short nails scraped along Bunta's back, arms clinging tighter with each thrust and shift of his body. "But now you know how I feel." His words were mostly teasing and his voice breathy.

"Aww, fuck!" Bunta hissed. He shifted his head to latch onto his lover's shoulder with determined teeth, clamping down just hard enough to muffle the low moan that bled from his lips when with a final surging thrust he buried himself deeply into the body beneath him. He blamed Akaya for it, citing mentally that his boyfriend shouldn't have resorted to clawing his back or shifting his hips just like that, because the more experienced one between them had to know how fucking good it felt. Too damn good to stop the mind-blowing pleasure that wracked his body and left him trembling from the force of his release.

Honestly, he hadn't expected Bunta to last all that long, it was something you sort of had to build up a tolerance to - he himself had barely made it in before shooting his first time in that particular position. However, that didn't make up for the fact he was still horny and far from getting his rocks off. Akaya shifted again, jerking against Bunta almost feverishly. Bunta may have been in control this time but Akaya certainly wasn't going to let him just stop there. "Fuck, don't stop."

"Jesus," Bunta hissed lowly against the shoulder bearing proof of his bite in the full array of teeth marks left behind. He had no intentions of stopping, and said as much when he shifted to his knees and dragged his boyfriend's rocking hips fully against him with determined hands clamped around lean hips. "M'not stopping." He muttered, shooting the black-haired man writhing before his gaze a chiding look. "Wouldn't leave you hanging, Akaya."

With that said he dragged a much-needed breath into his lungs, and thrust forward, again and again, until his rhythm matched the frenzied jerks of his lover's body. Hell, when this was over he was going to die of exhaustion, but what a way to go.

Low mewls bled from Akaya's throat, fingers raking down Bunta's back and clinging tighter with each thrust. Though it wasn't long before his motions became frantic, desperately pushing back against the other man as teeth latched onto his shoulder; body stiffening for a moment before he finally came. Breaths were heavy and his body trembled, eyes clenched shut while waiting for the wave rolling though him to die down. "Shit,"

"God." Bunta trembled, exhausted and drained enough that he draped over his lover with little care of the mess that decorated his skin with the meeting of their bodies. He nuzzled as he waited out the wave of ecstasy that still had his heart pounding wildly, enjoying the warm chest his cheek rubbed over and showing it within the content purr that rumbled in his chest.

"You need to do that more often." Akaya murmured, his grip on the other man finally loosening - at least enough to trail one hand up Bunta's back and let fingers bury themselves in tousled hair. Really, he didn't mind topping (actually he quite enjoyed it) but sometimes he did feel the need to just completely give up control.

"Apparently." Bunta grumbled, blushing furiously over the memory of how fast he had reached his limit. Damn it, he didn't intend to shoot off that quickly, wanting to make the first time of him topping something especially special for his boyfriend on today of all days.

Something seemed off about the tone of Bunta's voice with that --was he thinking what Akaya thought he was thinking? "Hey," Hands slid over his boyfriend's shoulders, pushing him up slightly to look him in the face. "I'm happy you even tried. Happens to the best of us, yanno?" Certainly, he'd had his own mishaps with premature ejaculation but even this hadn't been that horribly quick.

A tiny smile curled on his lips as he lifted his head, a kiss pressed to Bunta's forehead. "Just takes some getting use to is all. So I ain't complaining." Well, he did have one minor complaint - a soft dick in your ass wasn't the most pleasant or comfortable thing in the world to lounge around with. "And can you --" Besides, that way he could properly thank the young man currently sprawled over his chest. "Off. Out, whatever."

"Not off… out." Bunta agreed as he slid free of his lover. Akaya had a fight on his hands if he thought he was getting his cuddle loving boyfriend to leave the warm perch he had made of the body beneath him. His blush was still very much a living thing when Bunta burrowed a just kissed brow into the curve of Akaya's neck, breath fanning across sweaty skin as he settled in to regroup and possibly sleep. That is, until he woke up and discovered whether or not his energy had returned and calculated the odds of working on that getting used to topping thing.

That worked, and he could even sort-of ignore the fact he was going to be stewing in his own bodily fluids for the next few hours unless Bunta decided a shower, or at least a wet rag was quite in order. Arms moved to curl loosely around Bunta's waist as Akaya shifted beneath him, head tilting slightly to nuzzle against strawberry strands. "Night." He was content, at the least.

"Shower when we get up, k?" Bunta murmured sleepily, reminded of the mess he was lying in when his lover shifted him around. Yet, as much of a clean freak as he could be while fully awake, sleepy Bunta could care less, especially with a source of heat lulling him further and further away from being awake.

"Definitely." He made a face - but it wasn't like he was going to care in the next ten minutes when he fell asleep and besides, they weren't his blankets, hee.