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Title: Just Us
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ariake Taisuke/Ariake Koichi
Word Count: 3005
Notes: I wrote this for the JE rarepair anonymeme that popped up a while back and expect nobody to read it. Still. The prompt went like this:
Who: Araike Koichi/Taisuke (RnK - in character, not Nino/Ryo)
What: They're very close, and once Shii gets married, they only have each other.
Completely self-betaed, because well, I expect nobody to read it. ... And you all already knew that I’m a sick person, right?
Not very long after Koichi is released from prison and returns to his family, he notices something strange. It takes him a while to work out what it is. He looks at everyone first - it could be Taisuke’s new flavor of the month, it could be that Sagi is getting closer to George than is healthy for anybody to be, it could be that Shizuna and Togami’s son have had a fight and are no longer together. (And no, no matter who asks, he was not rooting for the latter option.)
Then he trips over Taisuke’s outstretched leg when he rolls out of bed one morning and gets it.
What’s strange is that lately Taisuke has been spending more and more time with Koichi. Koichi isn't complaining, but he can't remember the last time he has been so constantly in Taisuke's presence. It throws Koichi off so much at first that he tries to get Taisuke to go out, to see George at the old restaurant, to see George and go get drunk and pick up one of George's girls, to see Hagimoto (Mura. Whatever.). He just wants to get Taisuke to do something other than hover over his shoulder while he's trying to perfect his curry and really make it his. (Because the Hayashi rice will always be their father's.)
Koichi tries, but Taisuke refuses to leave time and time again, simply handing Koichi the next ingredient for his sweet chicken curry in silence. Eventually (two weeks later) Koichi gives up. Taisuke won’t leave, doesn’t want to find a real distraction from whatever is bothering him.
It doesn't take much to figure out why Taisuke is depressed after all. Koichi has been making the same pitiful face about it since he found out: In a week, Shizuna and Togami will marry.
In a week their little sister will finally leave.
She only told them a week ago.
They've been trying to ready themselves for the eventuality. Well, at least Koichi has. He can’t say what Taisuke’s been doing. He hasn't been able to speak for Taisuke since Taisuke became a legal adult - and probably since before then. But Koichi has been telling himself everyday since he first realized that she had really fallen in love with Togami that Shizuna will get married and leave. Telling himself that Shii will leave and being suddenly confronted with the reality of it is entirely different. Having nothing but two weeks to find a wedding present and a suit doesn't help.
When Koichi wakes up to find Taisuke in his bed three days before the wedding, an arm flung over Koichi’s chest, he rolls out of bed and tucks Taisuke back in. He pads downstairs to start breakfast. An hour minutes later, Taisuke stumbles into the kitchen to a full breakfast and their eyes meet.
Neither of them speak of it.
------
Shii's wedding to Togami is a brilliant affair with all the money anybody could think of put into planning, decorations, Shii's dress, wedding presents, wedding venue, and catering. The food is rich and delicate and the portions are beyond generous. Champagne overflows from people’s glasses.
None of the money comes from the Ariake funds, no matter how much Koichi protests.
(Koichi remains bitter about it all throughout the wedding, and Taisuke can only keep reminding him that the reason Shii hadn't told them about the planning is exactly because she didn't want them using their still meager funds for it.)
The wedding is long. It is full of solemn promises and brilliant smiles. Koichi dances with Shizuna because their father isn’t there to do it. She smiles her best, most sparkling smile the whole time, and it hurts to know that none of it is for him. He retreats to his table and downs his champagne as soon as the dance is over.
It is only after hours of drinking and dancing (or, as Koichi is wont to do, watching the dancing from a position firmly against the wall and avoiding anybody who looks like they might be remotely interested in him) that Taisuke and Koichi stumble back to their old room over their new old restaurant. They throw themselves down onto the beat up couch that had been such a staple of their life in Koichi’s room over George Clooney. There is silence between them for a long while, and not of the comfortable sort. Koichi feels like Taisuke wants to say something, like Taisuke is always on the verge of gathering the breath to start - but it never comes.
Finally Koichi gets up, pulls two beers from the small refrigerator in the corner, and sits back down. Taisuke doesn't even look at Koichi's hand when he takes the beer. His fingers linger over his brother's skin and Koichi wonders if he knows what he's doing. He doesn't ask. They just sit together on the couch, knees touching, drinking in silence. Koichi doesn’t know how to break it, and he doesn’t dare try. It is times like this when he wishes he wasn’t the older brother.
"It's just us now."
Koichi blinks when Taisuke’s voice penetrates the quiet. His beer is long gone; he'd been half asleep and his elbow is wedged in a horribly uncomfortable position on the armrest of the couch where he is leaning half way over it. He looks at his younger brother, but Taisuke isn't looking at him - apparently the can of beer is more interesting.
Taisuke doesn’t say anything more and Koichi has to prod his shoulder. "What?"
"It's just us. No mom. No dad. No little sister." Taisuke fidgets with the can tab before he looks at Koichi from the corner of his eye. His voice is completely serious - there is something heavy weighing it down. "It’s just us."
Koichi swallows and stares at his brother. He can’t reply. What is he supposed to say? What is he supposed to do when Taisuke is staring at him like that, with his eyes dark and unreadable, sad in some way they haven't been in ages, weary like they've never been in Koichi's memory?
"Y-you'll have your perfect girl some day," Koichi starts, "It won't always be just us." He laughs. "I mean. Just us? Two brothers? Isn't that more pathetic than my face?"
Taisuke leans over and kisses Koichi. Koichi stares cross-eyed at Taisuke's forehead, wondering exactly what is happening. When Taisuke pulls back, he doesn't so much pull back as he does give Koichi a millimeter of space between their lips.
"... Taisuke? Why were you pressing your lips to mine?"
"... It was a kiss, aniki," Taisuke says. His tone begs Koichi not to make him explain what a kiss means, too, because that's too much for Taisuke's brain to take. "I was kissing you."
"... Why were you kissing me?"
"Because it's just us," Taisuke says quietly.
He shifts forward on the couch and Koichi leans back automatically. So Taisuke moves forward again and Koichi leans back some more and then Taisuke just leans and Koichi leans back and finally gravity takes over and suddenly Koichi is very uncomfortably lying half on his back, half on his side, a bit of his head hanging over the couch arm. Taisuke presses him down, keeps him in place, holds onto his hip so he doesn’t try to move - not that Koichi is of any mentality to move. Taisuke is warm and solid and heavy and the contact is so real and so unfamiliar and Koichi can't even get his arms up to push Taisuke away.
"T-taisuke... "
Taisuke moves in. Koichi can't move away. Their lips brush again. Taisuke's lips are warm and soft and welcoming. Koichi hasn't kissed anyone since fifth grade, when Miyagawa Keiko thought that sealing her confession with a sudden kiss would help her chances. (In reality it had only helped Koichi trip and accidentally grab her breast when he tried to not fall, and thus helped her realize that she didn’t like him all that much.) Taisuke's borrowed-from-George-san-cologne is making his head spin. He remembers vaguely that Keiko hadn't worn any fragrance at all.
"Taisukeeeeee..." Koichi whines, but he doesn't know if he's asking for more or trying to make Taisuke go away.
Taisuke presses his lips to the corner of Koichi's mouth. "Aniki."
"No. No, don't..." Koichi shudders. He pushes at Taisuke's shoulder in an angry pout, but nothing much can come of it - he’s never been particularly strong. "Don't say... It makes it worse when you say that."
"Then let's not talk," Taisuke murmurs.
Koichi wants to say more, wants to agree, to disagree, to tell Taisuke that they shouldn't be doing this - that it's wrong, they're brothers, brothers aren't supposed to sleep together no matter how alone they are. But Taisuke's mouth is hot on his collar bones and his hand is chilly from the beer when it slips up under his shirt. Koichi gasps and arches up into the cold touch. He tangles his fingers in the thick strands of Taisuke's hair and holds on, pressing down, asking for more without being able to really ask at all.
Taisuke bites down on Koichi's clavicle, sucking a bright mark right there on his skin, one that won't fade with the coming morning, or even the coming week. His hands stop touching and start opening the buttons of his brother's shirt. Koichi bites down on his lip. His back has a horrible crick in it. He lasts another minute before he can't keep quiet.
"Aren't you uncomfortable? I'm really uncomfortable. My back is screaming."
Taisuke stops. Stares. "... Aniki. Seriously?"
"It is! This is really uncomfortable. I don't think my belt has ever dug into my skin like this."
Taisuke sighs heavily. He pulls back, stands, and yanks Koichi up with him. It's times like this that Koichi remembers why he avoided people (boys) rather than learn to interact. People (boys) were stronger and bigger than he was, even when they were mostly the same height. (Which was so unfair because it wasn't Koichi's fault that he grew up to be tiny and with bird-hollow bones.) But this is Taisuke, and Taisuke won’t hurt him.
Taisuke pushes Koichi away from the couch, back to the bed, stopping in front of it. As they move he works Koichi's belt and pants fly open without much tenderness, but very efficiently. Koichi has to admire the efficiency. His pants fall to the floor and Taisuke stands back to admire his handy work and Koichi blinks when he realizes that his younger brother is still in his (rented) suit and (clip-on) tie.
"Why aren't you undressed?"
"You want me to be?" Taisuke grins slyly.
"It's not fair if it's just me!" Koichi said indignantly.
The younger man laughs. He gets rid of his cheap tie and shirt and removes his belt. Koichi is entranced by his brother's tanned skin, by the outlines of muscles that Koichi himself has never had. He almost doesn't get it when Taisuke pulls a condom and a travel sized tube from his pocket.
Taisuke looks up at Koichi and he smiles. "Don't tell me you don't know what this is."
Koichi can only stare at the logo. "Did you get that from Shii?!"
His younger brother has the grace to look a little sheepish. "Well she was there and she had a bunch of them."
"You got condoms from our little sister!" Koichi yelps, his eyes wide.
"When you say it like that it sounds bad," Taisuke mutters. He pushes Koichi back onto the bed. "I though I said we shouldn't talk."
"That is not the point! The point is - "
Koichi can't get the point out because Taisuke's hand wraps around his half-hard erection and strokes. The pressure is firm but not painful and Taisuke's hand is warm and pleasantly calloused. Koichi rolls his hips up with a whimper. Taisuke grins like a shark above him - but somehow Koichi doesn't entirely mind. Maybe because it's Taisuke, and there isn't anyone he trusts more right now.
Taisuke keeps stroking until Koichi has to bite down on his wrist or risk making really embarrassing sounds, and his hair is starting to stick to the back of his neck. He doesn't even know if Taisuke is doing anything else but stroking, he can't hear, see, think. Taisuke's hand pulls Koichi's wrist from his mouth, wrapping around it, and his thumb strokes the sensitive skin over his veins. His lips claim Koichi's and suddenly there is a finger pressing where there has never been a finger before.
Koichi tenses and his face scrunches and his back wiggles away from the sharp burn that flares. Taisuke's finger stops, curls a bit, strokes Koichi's inner walls, presses carefully in farther when Koichi's face relaxes. His lips move slowly down Koichi's neck. His nose bumps under Koichi's chin. Koichi concentrates on breathing, on trying not to feel the pain, and wraps his arms tightly around Taisuke's shoulders like he wants to meld with his younger brother.
Taisuke presses a second finger into him and Koichi can't breathe. He draws in a breath that lodges in his chest and can't let it back out. The fingers spread apart and the world centers on the strange feeling that's burning in the pit of Koichi’s stomach. Then Taisuke's fingers press up against something in him and he arches up, cries out, remembers how to breathe suddenly as the air leaves his chest in a long, keening wail. Hovering above him, Taisuke smiles, bites at Koichi's jaw.
Everything leaves all at once and Koichi moans, thrashing his head in displeasure.
"Don't whine, Aniki," Taisuke says with a laugh, "You're supposed to be the older one."
Koichi gets up to his elbows with the intention to snap that Taisuke is being a tease, but he stops. Taisuke may be being a tease, but he's also lubing a condom over his rather impressive erection (not that Koichi has anything to compare Taisuke to but himself). Koichi's legs lift up and his heels dig into the bed - he thinks he might be trying to escape, but his legs won't move any farther than that.
And if he was trying to escape, that was he only chance, because suddenly Taisuke is there, resting between his legs and hovering over him. His eyes are dark and waiting. Koichi swallows. His lips part. He wraps his arms around Taisuke's shoulders and pulls the younger man down, pressing their lips together once more. Taisuke's tongue drags over his bottom lip and Koichi lets it in, twining his own tongue around it.
Taisuke holds his erection with one hand and aligns himself, pressing into his brother as carefully as he can. Koichi hisses into his mouth and Taisuke stops, his breath heavy in his chest. He's not a picky man and he’s taken his share of partners before - men, women, some older, some younger. But he's never taken a virgin and he's never taken somebody who's meant as much to him as Koichi does. If nothing else, he can't let this night be like all those others. So he forces himself to still, forces his hips to stay in place and not just slam up into the warmth that calls to him so invitingly.
It feels like forever when Koichi pulls away and presses his face to Taisuke's neck. "Move, Taisuke."
Taisuke shudders. His brother's voice is raw and heavy in a way that he's never heard before. He moves, pushing forward until his balls are pressed to the damp warmth of Koichi's ass. His brother doesn’t make another sound of pain or even discomfort. Instead Koichi pants into his skin, holding on like Taisuke is the last remaining truth in his life. As far as Taisuke knows, he is.
Taisuke wraps his arm around the small of Koichi's back, holding his brother against his chest as he starts to move, thrusting slowly. Koichi has always been thin and small, but like this he seems almost vulnerable - something about holding his light frame makes Taisuke feel like his older brother is someone to be protected. The fragile and needy Koichi in his bed is totally at odds with the Koichi who has always pushed Taisuke away and made decisions for him, who has always been too smart for him.
Taisuke trails his finger tips down Koichi's spine. The older man shudders against him, clenching around his erection. Taisuke moans into Koichi's hair and decides that he likes the difference. He snaps his hips into his brother, moving faster. Koichi whimpers just under the lobe of Taisuke's ear; his lips are just barely touching his brother's sweaty skin. Taisuke presses up at the small of Koichi's back, shifting him.
"Aniki..."
Koichi's head falls back, his eyes closed tightly. His body spasms around Taisuke's. "Tai- suke- fuck- what was- ?"
Taisuke laughs around his panting and moves faster, striking for that same spot in his brother. He clutches Koichi's wrist in his hand still, his thumb pressed over Koichi's racing pulse. Koichi keens, tossing his head, clenching tightly around Taisuke, wrapping a leg around Taisuke's waist, and it's all that Taisuke can take. He lets go of Koichi's back and grabs his erection instead, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts. Koichi lets out the loudest cry he's made all night, a cross between a moan and Taisuke's name, and when Taisuke twists his wrist Koichi comes violently between them. Taisuke barely manages another thrust before he follows his brother into orgasm, shivering over Koichi's panting, sweaty form.
Koichi falls back to the sheets, breathing hard. When he opens his eyes, their normally clear caramel color has become almost black with pleasure, and Taisuke swallows thickly. He brings Koichi's wrist to his lips, kissing the pulse that hasn't yet returned to normal. Koichi just watches him. Taisuke doesn't pull out at first, watching Koichi watch him. He licks dry lips and presses them to Koichi's cheekbones, one at a time.
"It's gonna be just us."
Koichi laughs softly and nods. "Mm."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ariake Taisuke/Ariake Koichi
Word Count: 3005
Notes: I wrote this for the JE rarepair anonymeme that popped up a while back and expect nobody to read it. Still. The prompt went like this:
Who: Araike Koichi/Taisuke (RnK - in character, not Nino/Ryo)
What: They're very close, and once Shii gets married, they only have each other.
Completely self-betaed, because well, I expect nobody to read it. ... And you all already knew that I’m a sick person, right?
Not very long after Koichi is released from prison and returns to his family, he notices something strange. It takes him a while to work out what it is. He looks at everyone first - it could be Taisuke’s new flavor of the month, it could be that Sagi is getting closer to George than is healthy for anybody to be, it could be that Shizuna and Togami’s son have had a fight and are no longer together. (And no, no matter who asks, he was not rooting for the latter option.)
Then he trips over Taisuke’s outstretched leg when he rolls out of bed one morning and gets it.
What’s strange is that lately Taisuke has been spending more and more time with Koichi. Koichi isn't complaining, but he can't remember the last time he has been so constantly in Taisuke's presence. It throws Koichi off so much at first that he tries to get Taisuke to go out, to see George at the old restaurant, to see George and go get drunk and pick up one of George's girls, to see Hagimoto (Mura. Whatever.). He just wants to get Taisuke to do something other than hover over his shoulder while he's trying to perfect his curry and really make it his. (Because the Hayashi rice will always be their father's.)
Koichi tries, but Taisuke refuses to leave time and time again, simply handing Koichi the next ingredient for his sweet chicken curry in silence. Eventually (two weeks later) Koichi gives up. Taisuke won’t leave, doesn’t want to find a real distraction from whatever is bothering him.
It doesn't take much to figure out why Taisuke is depressed after all. Koichi has been making the same pitiful face about it since he found out: In a week, Shizuna and Togami will marry.
In a week their little sister will finally leave.
She only told them a week ago.
They've been trying to ready themselves for the eventuality. Well, at least Koichi has. He can’t say what Taisuke’s been doing. He hasn't been able to speak for Taisuke since Taisuke became a legal adult - and probably since before then. But Koichi has been telling himself everyday since he first realized that she had really fallen in love with Togami that Shizuna will get married and leave. Telling himself that Shii will leave and being suddenly confronted with the reality of it is entirely different. Having nothing but two weeks to find a wedding present and a suit doesn't help.
When Koichi wakes up to find Taisuke in his bed three days before the wedding, an arm flung over Koichi’s chest, he rolls out of bed and tucks Taisuke back in. He pads downstairs to start breakfast. An hour minutes later, Taisuke stumbles into the kitchen to a full breakfast and their eyes meet.
Neither of them speak of it.
------
Shii's wedding to Togami is a brilliant affair with all the money anybody could think of put into planning, decorations, Shii's dress, wedding presents, wedding venue, and catering. The food is rich and delicate and the portions are beyond generous. Champagne overflows from people’s glasses.
None of the money comes from the Ariake funds, no matter how much Koichi protests.
(Koichi remains bitter about it all throughout the wedding, and Taisuke can only keep reminding him that the reason Shii hadn't told them about the planning is exactly because she didn't want them using their still meager funds for it.)
The wedding is long. It is full of solemn promises and brilliant smiles. Koichi dances with Shizuna because their father isn’t there to do it. She smiles her best, most sparkling smile the whole time, and it hurts to know that none of it is for him. He retreats to his table and downs his champagne as soon as the dance is over.
It is only after hours of drinking and dancing (or, as Koichi is wont to do, watching the dancing from a position firmly against the wall and avoiding anybody who looks like they might be remotely interested in him) that Taisuke and Koichi stumble back to their old room over their new old restaurant. They throw themselves down onto the beat up couch that had been such a staple of their life in Koichi’s room over George Clooney. There is silence between them for a long while, and not of the comfortable sort. Koichi feels like Taisuke wants to say something, like Taisuke is always on the verge of gathering the breath to start - but it never comes.
Finally Koichi gets up, pulls two beers from the small refrigerator in the corner, and sits back down. Taisuke doesn't even look at Koichi's hand when he takes the beer. His fingers linger over his brother's skin and Koichi wonders if he knows what he's doing. He doesn't ask. They just sit together on the couch, knees touching, drinking in silence. Koichi doesn’t know how to break it, and he doesn’t dare try. It is times like this when he wishes he wasn’t the older brother.
"It's just us now."
Koichi blinks when Taisuke’s voice penetrates the quiet. His beer is long gone; he'd been half asleep and his elbow is wedged in a horribly uncomfortable position on the armrest of the couch where he is leaning half way over it. He looks at his younger brother, but Taisuke isn't looking at him - apparently the can of beer is more interesting.
Taisuke doesn’t say anything more and Koichi has to prod his shoulder. "What?"
"It's just us. No mom. No dad. No little sister." Taisuke fidgets with the can tab before he looks at Koichi from the corner of his eye. His voice is completely serious - there is something heavy weighing it down. "It’s just us."
Koichi swallows and stares at his brother. He can’t reply. What is he supposed to say? What is he supposed to do when Taisuke is staring at him like that, with his eyes dark and unreadable, sad in some way they haven't been in ages, weary like they've never been in Koichi's memory?
"Y-you'll have your perfect girl some day," Koichi starts, "It won't always be just us." He laughs. "I mean. Just us? Two brothers? Isn't that more pathetic than my face?"
Taisuke leans over and kisses Koichi. Koichi stares cross-eyed at Taisuke's forehead, wondering exactly what is happening. When Taisuke pulls back, he doesn't so much pull back as he does give Koichi a millimeter of space between their lips.
"... Taisuke? Why were you pressing your lips to mine?"
"... It was a kiss, aniki," Taisuke says. His tone begs Koichi not to make him explain what a kiss means, too, because that's too much for Taisuke's brain to take. "I was kissing you."
"... Why were you kissing me?"
"Because it's just us," Taisuke says quietly.
He shifts forward on the couch and Koichi leans back automatically. So Taisuke moves forward again and Koichi leans back some more and then Taisuke just leans and Koichi leans back and finally gravity takes over and suddenly Koichi is very uncomfortably lying half on his back, half on his side, a bit of his head hanging over the couch arm. Taisuke presses him down, keeps him in place, holds onto his hip so he doesn’t try to move - not that Koichi is of any mentality to move. Taisuke is warm and solid and heavy and the contact is so real and so unfamiliar and Koichi can't even get his arms up to push Taisuke away.
"T-taisuke... "
Taisuke moves in. Koichi can't move away. Their lips brush again. Taisuke's lips are warm and soft and welcoming. Koichi hasn't kissed anyone since fifth grade, when Miyagawa Keiko thought that sealing her confession with a sudden kiss would help her chances. (In reality it had only helped Koichi trip and accidentally grab her breast when he tried to not fall, and thus helped her realize that she didn’t like him all that much.) Taisuke's borrowed-from-George-san-cologne is making his head spin. He remembers vaguely that Keiko hadn't worn any fragrance at all.
"Taisukeeeeee..." Koichi whines, but he doesn't know if he's asking for more or trying to make Taisuke go away.
Taisuke presses his lips to the corner of Koichi's mouth. "Aniki."
"No. No, don't..." Koichi shudders. He pushes at Taisuke's shoulder in an angry pout, but nothing much can come of it - he’s never been particularly strong. "Don't say... It makes it worse when you say that."
"Then let's not talk," Taisuke murmurs.
Koichi wants to say more, wants to agree, to disagree, to tell Taisuke that they shouldn't be doing this - that it's wrong, they're brothers, brothers aren't supposed to sleep together no matter how alone they are. But Taisuke's mouth is hot on his collar bones and his hand is chilly from the beer when it slips up under his shirt. Koichi gasps and arches up into the cold touch. He tangles his fingers in the thick strands of Taisuke's hair and holds on, pressing down, asking for more without being able to really ask at all.
Taisuke bites down on Koichi's clavicle, sucking a bright mark right there on his skin, one that won't fade with the coming morning, or even the coming week. His hands stop touching and start opening the buttons of his brother's shirt. Koichi bites down on his lip. His back has a horrible crick in it. He lasts another minute before he can't keep quiet.
"Aren't you uncomfortable? I'm really uncomfortable. My back is screaming."
Taisuke stops. Stares. "... Aniki. Seriously?"
"It is! This is really uncomfortable. I don't think my belt has ever dug into my skin like this."
Taisuke sighs heavily. He pulls back, stands, and yanks Koichi up with him. It's times like this that Koichi remembers why he avoided people (boys) rather than learn to interact. People (boys) were stronger and bigger than he was, even when they were mostly the same height. (Which was so unfair because it wasn't Koichi's fault that he grew up to be tiny and with bird-hollow bones.) But this is Taisuke, and Taisuke won’t hurt him.
Taisuke pushes Koichi away from the couch, back to the bed, stopping in front of it. As they move he works Koichi's belt and pants fly open without much tenderness, but very efficiently. Koichi has to admire the efficiency. His pants fall to the floor and Taisuke stands back to admire his handy work and Koichi blinks when he realizes that his younger brother is still in his (rented) suit and (clip-on) tie.
"Why aren't you undressed?"
"You want me to be?" Taisuke grins slyly.
"It's not fair if it's just me!" Koichi said indignantly.
The younger man laughs. He gets rid of his cheap tie and shirt and removes his belt. Koichi is entranced by his brother's tanned skin, by the outlines of muscles that Koichi himself has never had. He almost doesn't get it when Taisuke pulls a condom and a travel sized tube from his pocket.
Taisuke looks up at Koichi and he smiles. "Don't tell me you don't know what this is."
Koichi can only stare at the logo. "Did you get that from Shii?!"
His younger brother has the grace to look a little sheepish. "Well she was there and she had a bunch of them."
"You got condoms from our little sister!" Koichi yelps, his eyes wide.
"When you say it like that it sounds bad," Taisuke mutters. He pushes Koichi back onto the bed. "I though I said we shouldn't talk."
"That is not the point! The point is - "
Koichi can't get the point out because Taisuke's hand wraps around his half-hard erection and strokes. The pressure is firm but not painful and Taisuke's hand is warm and pleasantly calloused. Koichi rolls his hips up with a whimper. Taisuke grins like a shark above him - but somehow Koichi doesn't entirely mind. Maybe because it's Taisuke, and there isn't anyone he trusts more right now.
Taisuke keeps stroking until Koichi has to bite down on his wrist or risk making really embarrassing sounds, and his hair is starting to stick to the back of his neck. He doesn't even know if Taisuke is doing anything else but stroking, he can't hear, see, think. Taisuke's hand pulls Koichi's wrist from his mouth, wrapping around it, and his thumb strokes the sensitive skin over his veins. His lips claim Koichi's and suddenly there is a finger pressing where there has never been a finger before.
Koichi tenses and his face scrunches and his back wiggles away from the sharp burn that flares. Taisuke's finger stops, curls a bit, strokes Koichi's inner walls, presses carefully in farther when Koichi's face relaxes. His lips move slowly down Koichi's neck. His nose bumps under Koichi's chin. Koichi concentrates on breathing, on trying not to feel the pain, and wraps his arms tightly around Taisuke's shoulders like he wants to meld with his younger brother.
Taisuke presses a second finger into him and Koichi can't breathe. He draws in a breath that lodges in his chest and can't let it back out. The fingers spread apart and the world centers on the strange feeling that's burning in the pit of Koichi’s stomach. Then Taisuke's fingers press up against something in him and he arches up, cries out, remembers how to breathe suddenly as the air leaves his chest in a long, keening wail. Hovering above him, Taisuke smiles, bites at Koichi's jaw.
Everything leaves all at once and Koichi moans, thrashing his head in displeasure.
"Don't whine, Aniki," Taisuke says with a laugh, "You're supposed to be the older one."
Koichi gets up to his elbows with the intention to snap that Taisuke is being a tease, but he stops. Taisuke may be being a tease, but he's also lubing a condom over his rather impressive erection (not that Koichi has anything to compare Taisuke to but himself). Koichi's legs lift up and his heels dig into the bed - he thinks he might be trying to escape, but his legs won't move any farther than that.
And if he was trying to escape, that was he only chance, because suddenly Taisuke is there, resting between his legs and hovering over him. His eyes are dark and waiting. Koichi swallows. His lips part. He wraps his arms around Taisuke's shoulders and pulls the younger man down, pressing their lips together once more. Taisuke's tongue drags over his bottom lip and Koichi lets it in, twining his own tongue around it.
Taisuke holds his erection with one hand and aligns himself, pressing into his brother as carefully as he can. Koichi hisses into his mouth and Taisuke stops, his breath heavy in his chest. He's not a picky man and he’s taken his share of partners before - men, women, some older, some younger. But he's never taken a virgin and he's never taken somebody who's meant as much to him as Koichi does. If nothing else, he can't let this night be like all those others. So he forces himself to still, forces his hips to stay in place and not just slam up into the warmth that calls to him so invitingly.
It feels like forever when Koichi pulls away and presses his face to Taisuke's neck. "Move, Taisuke."
Taisuke shudders. His brother's voice is raw and heavy in a way that he's never heard before. He moves, pushing forward until his balls are pressed to the damp warmth of Koichi's ass. His brother doesn’t make another sound of pain or even discomfort. Instead Koichi pants into his skin, holding on like Taisuke is the last remaining truth in his life. As far as Taisuke knows, he is.
Taisuke wraps his arm around the small of Koichi's back, holding his brother against his chest as he starts to move, thrusting slowly. Koichi has always been thin and small, but like this he seems almost vulnerable - something about holding his light frame makes Taisuke feel like his older brother is someone to be protected. The fragile and needy Koichi in his bed is totally at odds with the Koichi who has always pushed Taisuke away and made decisions for him, who has always been too smart for him.
Taisuke trails his finger tips down Koichi's spine. The older man shudders against him, clenching around his erection. Taisuke moans into Koichi's hair and decides that he likes the difference. He snaps his hips into his brother, moving faster. Koichi whimpers just under the lobe of Taisuke's ear; his lips are just barely touching his brother's sweaty skin. Taisuke presses up at the small of Koichi's back, shifting him.
"Aniki..."
Koichi's head falls back, his eyes closed tightly. His body spasms around Taisuke's. "Tai- suke- fuck- what was- ?"
Taisuke laughs around his panting and moves faster, striking for that same spot in his brother. He clutches Koichi's wrist in his hand still, his thumb pressed over Koichi's racing pulse. Koichi keens, tossing his head, clenching tightly around Taisuke, wrapping a leg around Taisuke's waist, and it's all that Taisuke can take. He lets go of Koichi's back and grabs his erection instead, stroking roughly in time with his thrusts. Koichi lets out the loudest cry he's made all night, a cross between a moan and Taisuke's name, and when Taisuke twists his wrist Koichi comes violently between them. Taisuke barely manages another thrust before he follows his brother into orgasm, shivering over Koichi's panting, sweaty form.
Koichi falls back to the sheets, breathing hard. When he opens his eyes, their normally clear caramel color has become almost black with pleasure, and Taisuke swallows thickly. He brings Koichi's wrist to his lips, kissing the pulse that hasn't yet returned to normal. Koichi just watches him. Taisuke doesn't pull out at first, watching Koichi watch him. He licks dry lips and presses them to Koichi's cheekbones, one at a time.
"It's gonna be just us."
Koichi laughs softly and nods. "Mm."