Kite/Tezuka ~ fic
Title: Letting the cables sleep
Pairing: Kite/Tezuka - future timeline
Rating: Sexsexsexsex.
Summary: Kite tries to accustom himself to an empty bed after Rin has packed up and gone. A chance meeting with an old rival helps to ease the separation anxiety.
a/n ~ now that I've got all that smut out of the way, we can return to some plot. Or...something.
First bit + second bit
letting the cables sleep
chapter three
With the sweetness at his lips and Kite’s solid warmth against him, Tezuka attempted to recall a time when so simple a situation had, so quickly, become an almost total sensory overload. Hundreds of memories - thousands - that he could call in an instant and it was with the sobering realization that nothing he could remember could rival his current state of mind.
He was hungry, still a bit shy despite the closeness Kite seemed to take for granted and nearly one hundred percent certain that he should have left hours ago. Yet, here he was, seated at Kite Eishirou’s table, his mind alive with disquiet and his nerves tied in knots.
And still Kite pressed close against him.
After a moment, when Tezuka had swallowed the bite he’d taken and Kite still showed no indication that he intended to move, he draped one arm over Kite’s shoulder in order to better reach his plate. In response, Kite rubbed his lips over the bit of shoulder that his t-shirt bared. “How is it?” he asked, nipping at Tezuka’s neck and slipping his hand beneath the t-shirt to touch his back.
Tezuka grunted, leaning forward to steal one of the shrimp balls left unattended on Kite’s plate. “You know it’s good. And I’m eating yours.”
Kite hummed thoughtfully against Tezuka’s ear and slid his hand up along his back. “Save me a bite.”
In answer, Tezuka merely hooked his arm around Kite’s neck to push the entire shrimp ball into his mouth. “Mm.”
Kite laughed silently - Tezuka felt his shoulders shaking when he reached for his glass of wine.
He sipped slowly and only barely resisted the urge to slide his fingers through the back of Kite’s hair. This was not romance - this was not friendship. Tezuka didn’t know what it was, but it was easy enough to admit that this thing - whatever name he hung on it later - dulled the ache in his heart.
“You know, Tezuka,” Kite began, fingertips light along the ridges of his spine, “You’re not the priss I thought you’d be.”
When Tezuka did not answer immediately, Kite rubbed his cheek against Tezuka’s ear - as though in an attempt to mark him - and continued, “It’s not often that I’m wrong about someone.”
Tezuka frowned, swiping a shrimp ball into the sweet sauce pooling around it before taking a smaller bite. Having taken the edge off his hunger, he reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth efficiently.
“That’s interesting, actually,” he said, shifting to allow just enough space between them that he might meet Kite’s eyes.
Arching a brow, Kite stared back. “Oh?”
“Aa,” Tezuka confirmed. “You are precisely the same pompous, overbearing ass that I remember.”
At the nearly comical expression on Kite’s face, Tezuka shrugged. “It’s not often that I’m wrong about someone, either.”
Kite blinked. “That’s not fair,” he protested. “Not very nice, either, Tezuka. I may have to reconsider my previous - obviously premature - assessment of you.”
Lips pursed, Tezuka reached past Kite for his wineglass. “Since when did you play fair, Kite Eishirou?”
Halting Tezuka’s range of movement with a tight grip at his wrist, Kite tugged him close - held him still. To his delight, Tezuka did not give an inch and, further still, narrowed his eyes even went so far as to lift his chin in blatant challenge. “Come to that, you were never very nice, either.”
Reflexes quicker than Tezuka was able to anticipate, Kite grabbed his other wrist and turned him, pushing him back among the cushions and straddling his thighs. He pinned those fine-boned, almost delicate wrists over Tezuka’s head and trapped his legs snugly between his knees. Wicked and sinister and completely without hesitation, Kite offered Tezuka that familiar, infuriating smirk and lifted one hand to his lips to brush his mouth over Tezuka’s wrist.
“This isn’t nice?” he asked, voice low. “I can be nicer.”
Holding himself perfectly still, Tezuka stared up at Kite, his breathing already beginning to quicken. “I thought you were hungry,” he said, absently.
Lowering Tezuka’s hand to press his palm tight against his cock, Kite bit his lip, sucking in a breath when Tezuka’s fingers curled around him. “Don’t I feel hungry?”
Wondering if there were ever a time when Kite was not ‘hungry’, Tezuka found that he had no ready reply. No matter the banter between them - the cautious, electric pull - Tezuka was no better with small talk now than he was when he’d first walked through Kite’s front door.
Pushing Tezuka’s t-shirt up to reveal his belly, his chest, his pretty, pale nipples, Kite released his hold on Tezuka’s wrist and bent to nuzzle his bellybutton. Tezuka tensed, letting his eyes close instinctively.
“We never knew each other that well, Tezuka,” he murmured, fingertips edging beneath the waistband of Tezuka’s pants.
Sucking in a breath, belly concave when Kite touched him, Tezuka arched his back just enough to indicate to Kite that he was quite finished with dinner. “We don’t know each other now.”
That Tezuka knew Kite about as well as anyone else wasn’t something he felt needed to be said - particularly when Tezuka was so ready beneath him.
He was slow to ease the loose, cotton pants over Tezuka’s hips, rubbing his cheek against Tezuka’s hip. Seemingly content to touch and tease, Kite held Tezuka’s gaze, knowing that - despite the hint of color at Tezuka’s cheeks - he wouldn’t look away first. That knowledge - that certainty that Tezuka cared more for his dignity than for the heat of the moment - was what made touching him such an incredible accomplishment. Particularly considering that Kite could define himself in the heat of a very good moment.
And this moment, with Tezuka’s guarded expression and tentative contact, was one that Kite felt quite comfortable losing himself in.
Easing the pants down Tezuka’s legs, Kite waited until Tezuka kicked them away from his feet before lifting one leg to drape it over his shoulder. On his belly now, between Tezuka’s legs, Kite nuzzled at the inside of his thigh and at the soft, warm juncture of groin and hip.
With one arm over his forehead and his other hand clenched to avoid its stealing into Kite’s hair to touch him affectionately, Tezuka took a deep breath. He wasn’t hungry any longer - and he was embarrassed at precisely how eager he was for Kite’s attentions. Earlier, when Kite had wrapped his lips around Tezuka’s cock to tease him, it hadn’t been enough. Now, though, with Kite nuzzling his balls with soft lips and the tip of his nose, Tezuka imagined that this interlude might turn out to be something a little more focused and extended.
“Eishirou,” he breathed, more to himself than in any real attempt to gain Kite’s attention, and the response he received was nothing more than Kite’s soft murmur of assent when he pressed his nose against the wiry curls at Tezuka’s groin and inhaled.
Kite turned his head, rubbing his cheek against Tezuka’s pubic hair when he wrapped his fingers around Tezuka’s cock. “Keep baiting me, Tezuka. Soon I’ll be whispering your name.”
Tezuka squeezed his eyes closed tightly when Kite rubbed his lips over the tip of his cock and didn’t acknowledge Kite’s words at all. When Kite pushed against the back of his thigh, Tezuka exhaled, knowing already that his name on Kite’s lips - in that voice - would be quite a perfect accompaniment to the pleasure he was about to offer. It was, however, hardly something that Tezuka felt he could encourage. This interlude would be fleeting, brief, singular. And Tezuka wasn’t at all certain that he wanted to hear his name on another man’s lips for a very long time. Even so, with Kite touching him so carefully yet so purposefully, Tezuka wondered if that time would come sooner than he was willing to imagine.
“You smell good,” Kite told him, stroking him once or twice and swiping the very tip of his erection with the flat of his tongue. “Very, very good.”
Tezuka shivered, bending one knee so that his foot was flat against the floor and he shifted, restless and wanting. “You would think so,” he panted, clenching and unclenching his fist. “I used your soap in the shower.”
Kite chuckled, the lenses of his glasses catching the light when he ducked his head to slide his lips along Tezuka’s cock, taking him in smoothly, completely and easing the way with nothing more than the flat of his tongue and just the perfect amount of pressure. Voice breaking on the sound he made, Tezuka flexed his hips, palms flat against the cushions he lay on.
Kite took his time, sucking and licking and making those soft, satisfied little sounds as though this were something he truly relished. When his nose was buried in the curls at the base of Tezuka’s dick, Kite released his hold on him to touch and caress him. He gripped his hips firmly, tracing the edge of his hipbones with his thumbs before sliding his hands under Tezuka’s bottom to hold him still. He squeezed him once, when he pulled back only to take him deep inside again and Tezuka tensed, a rough, surprised sound escaping him when he nudged the back of Kite’s throat.
No stranger to oral sex, Tezuka could remember countless times he and Atobe had passed an evening pleasuring one another this way. There was no way to compare the two, however - Keigo and Kite - they were different people, had very different styles and different desires. When he’d made love with Keigo this way, it had been very much a mutual act. Keigo needed Tezuka’s reciprocal attention in order to lose himself in sex. If he were receiving no pleasure, it wasn’t as easy for him to give pleasure.
That was not to say that he’d found no pleasure with Keigo - quite the contrary. When he and Keigo put aside the rest of the world and came together with all of the passion and all of the desperation that they had felt in the beginning of the relationship, Tezuka would have sworn that nothing else could have felt even half so good.
Now, however, on the receiving end of something so entirely consuming, Tezuka could more easily understand the differences between his old lover and this new one. Kite was a predator - he liked to be in control. He enjoyed having the upper hand, even as he sought someone who would push back. He derived pleasure from giving it - without needing to take any for himself. The way he attended Tezuka, pushed and teased and otherwise overwhelmed him just for the sole purpose of making him capitulate spoke volumes about his character. Kite could lose himself in the act knowing that he was driving his partner right out of his mind. He didn’t require anything more as he would likely take whatever he needed after he’d pushed Tezuka over the edge. He wouldn’t wait for Tezuka to touch him first.
“God,” he moaned, grabbing handfuls of the cushion beneath him and attempting to avoid thrusting forward.
Kite grunted in answer and squeezed his buttocks, spreading him open and kneading him and Tezuka sucked in a breath when a thin trail of saliva slid along the crack of his ass in a slow, slippery path. Kite lifted him, swallowing him, his throat tight around the crown of Tezuka’s cock and he cried out, unable to hold back. Never had anyone offered him this level of intensity in so simple an act and Tezuka tensed, muscles pulled taut when Kite sucked him, tongued him. Heart pounding, he ran one hand under his shirt, over his belly, hesitating for a moment even when he knew that he would have to touch Kite soon. He was hot between Tezuka’s legs and he could feel his pulse thrumming in his neck - just against Tezuka’s inner thigh. Tezuka could feel his own heartbeat, heavy and pounding and he would swear that his heartbeat and Kite’s heartbeat beat a perfect counter - meeting at once to pulse heavily between his legs.
He wasn’t going to last - despite the orgasm he’d had already - and the constant observer in Tezuka fell silent when he slipped his fingers into the back of Kite’s hair to arch his back in silent warning.
“Ah, Kite,” he murmured, spreading his legs, his balls full and tight at the base of his cock when Kite squeezed his buttocks and pulled back to lick and suck at him. “Eishirou,” he said, entire body tensed and at the ready. “Eishirou, I…”
Lips tight around the head of his dick, Kite slid the edge of his thumb between Tezuka’s buttocks, pressing in gently to rub him in a slow, practiced motion.
And Tezuka sucked in a breath, belly tightening when his cock jerked to pulse hot and thick over Kite’s tongue. He might have screamed, if he’d been able to catch his breath long enough to make a single, coherent sound, and he winced at the sudden, cool air against his dick when Kite rose above him. He pinned Tezuka’s wrists over his head and met his eyes for one, electric moment before he closed his eyes and took Tezuka’s mouth in a hot, deep kiss. Tezuka murmured in protest when Kite pushed his tongue between his lips, sharing Tezuka’s release - thick and barely warm - in a slow, sticky sort of kiss.
When Kite pulled back, lips slick and salty, he licked at Tezuka’s mouth, hesitating for only a moment before offering yet another kiss. This kiss was lingering, soft, lazy - redolent of the taste of Tezuka’s release - and he could do no more than cling to Kite’s shoulders and accept his kisses when Kite released his wrists to slide his hands down Tezuka’s arms.
Without breaking contact, Kite removed Tezuka’s glasses, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs and touching his hair, and Tezuka reached up blindly to ease Kite’s glasses away from his face. He pressed them into Kite’s hand, fingers lingering over his knuckles only to tangle his hand in the back of Kite’s hair as he lay their glasses aside.
Tezuka didn’t offer anything on the subject of his utter satisfaction, he didn’t praise Kite’s skill or technique and he didn’t ask if Kite wanted him to return the favor. All that Tezuka did - all that he wanted to do - was to lay against him and take kiss after hot, drugging kiss from his lips.
After a moment, Kite ran one hand along the length of Tezuka’s body and murmured against his ear, “I don’t think I’m going to ever get enough of you, Tezuka.”
Tezuka didn’t answer - he didn’t expect that Kite actually anticipated that he might - and instead, turned his head to press his lips to Kite’s neck. When the sun rose, he knew, they would go their separate ways and Tezuka would go on with his life. The life he’d been attempting to piece back together before Kite Eishirou had strong-armed his way inside and usurped every bit of excess space that Tezuka had managed to gain in the past few months.
Romantic notions didn’t bring about any happy endings. Tezuka had learned that the hard way.
He shifted, wrapping his arms around Kite to rest his hands against his back and he could not ignore Kite’s erection, insistent against his hip. When Kite made no move to rub against him, did nothing to suggest that he would like Tezuka to reciprocate, Tezuka murmured against his shoulder. “You’re hard, now, too.”
So close - and without his glasses - Kite looked different to Tezuka. His expression was calm and his eyes were dark and quite entrancing. He was a beautiful man; beautiful in a way that Tezuka had never considered beautiful before. Kite smoothed Tezuka’s hair back and framed his face with both hands again.
“I got hard again the minute I saw you in the doorway,” he said, nuzzling the corner of Tezuka’s mouth. “Standing there, wearing my clothes with your hair all tousled and wet - you looked so clean and composed.”
Tezuka licked his lips absently and Kite kissed him again - light and quick. “But I remembered how you looked, half out of your mind with lust and spreading your legs for me in my bed and I could barely keep my hands off of you, Tezuka.”
Lips parted, Tezuka lifted his chin, silently encouraging another kiss if Kite were so inclined to offer him one, and he slid his hands along Kite’s back to curve lightly over the swell of his ass.
Kite smiled a little and it was nothing of the cajoling, polite sort of smile that Tezuka had become so used to in the past. Kite’s smile spoke nothing of pleasantries. “Will you let me fuck you again?”
Silent for a moment, staring intently into Kite’s eyes as he considered all that he might do - all that he might allow - Tezuka squeezed Kite’s buttocks as Kite had done to him previously and experienced a hot, immediate satisfaction when Kite closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “God, Tezuka,” he whispered, breath warm against Tezuka’s mouth. “I want to be inside you again.”
Tezuka hedged, nudging Kite’s chin up to rub his mouth against his neck. He wasn’t averse to another round, though he didn’t know how easily he would be able to accept it.
Sensing his hesitation, Kite nibbled at Tezuka’s earlobe and rose on one elbow to pinch one of Tezuka’s nipples. Tezuka sucked in a breath.
“I won’t hurt you,” Kite promised, plucking at Tezuka’s nipple and tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue. “Trust me. I’ll be careful.”
Despite the orgasm he’d just had - despite the knowledge that he should be thinking about returning home - Tezuka found himself nodding his acquiescence and turning his head to kiss Kite’s mouth. He’d never - not ever - felt quite so eager to initiate contact with anyone the way he seemed so eager to do with Kite.
“It hurts a little,” he said, and Kite rose to all fours above him, touching his side, his hip.
“We’ll stop if it hurts,” Kite told him, moving away to kneel at Tezuka’s side. “Do you want to try?”
Confused - unsure as to why Kite moved away - Tezuka sat up slowly and nodded. “We can try.”
Turning to toss two pillows against the wall and the window just above it, Kite leaned to snag a glass bottle from the table before moving in the direction of the window. Tezuka watched him set the bottle in the windowsill and get to his feet gracefully. He lifted his tank top, tossing it aside before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the pants he wore. “Tezuka,” he said. “Kill the lights.”
Rising, stripping off his own t-shirt and unconscious of his nudity now as he had not been before, Tezuka crossed the floor to flip the switch on the far wall. The room was dark now and Kite - shucking off his pants - was bathed in the moonlight that flooded the small alcove. In profile, he was even more magnificent to see and Tezuka drifted toward him, trance-like.
Kite reached for him, fingers closing around Tezuka’s hand to pull him close, and he wrapped his arms around Tezuka to hold him even closer. “They can see us from the street, you know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Standing in the window, touching each other. They can see me touching you.”
Tezuka’s heartbeat quickened and he reached between them to brush Kite’s cock with the back of his hand. It twitched and Kite sucked in a breath. “Don’t you care?” he asked.
Pausing for a moment, touching Kite’s side, his back, the full curve of his buttocks, Tezuka kissed his neck, breathing in his scent. “No,” he finally answered, realizing that he didn’t care and he didn’t want to stop and he very much wanted to feel Kite inside him again.
Kite turned, fingers twining through Tezuka’s as he led him toward the window and when he lowered himself onto the cushions and leaned back against the windowsill, he stared up at Tezuka. For a moment Tezuka stood where he was, gazing down at Kite in the near darkness and when he looked away to take in the night and the empty sidewalk just beyond the window, Kite reached for him again. “It’s just you and me, then?”
Tezuka knelt, straddling Kite’s thighs and resting his hands at Kite’s shoulders. “You knew that it was.”
Kite smiled, stroking the curve of Tezuka’s shoulder and the firm, smooth sinew of his arm. “I suppose it’s a little late for people to be out, after all.”
When Tezuka did not respond, Kite gripped his hip lightly. “This isn’t Tokyo.”
Tezuka frowned, as though he didn’t appreciate the reminder. It was unnecessary.
He touched Kite’s chest, his biceps, his collarbones, and allowed Kite to coax him closer. When Kite reached for the bottle of oil in the windowsill, Tezuka touched his cock, tentatively, paying closer attention now than he had before. His touch was light, exploratory, and he traced the shape of Kite’s dick almost thoughtfully. Kite was bigger than he was, himself. He was thick, heavy, uncircumcised. Tezuka stroked him slowly, gripping him at the base to reveal the full, dark tip of his cock.
Kite startled him when he took his hand away, turning it palm up to pour a bit of oil into the palm of his hand. “I’m safe,” he said, almost as an afterthought. “This is okay to use.”
Tezuka shook his head, as though to deny that he would insinuate otherwise. It occurred to him, then, that he should offer a similar assurance. “So am I. I’m not worried.”
Kite hissed when Tezuka gripped him firmly, slicking his cock as thoroughly as he was able. “You trust me that much, Tezuka? That surprises me.”
Tezuka shook his head, small smile quirking his lips. Kite knew well enough that Tezuka trusted him on some level, else they’d never have gone to bed together. He reached further down, coating Kite’s balls with the excess oil before rising to his knees to position himself. With one hand at the base of Kite’s cock and the other resting at Kite’s shoulder, Tezuka took a deep breath. “You might throw dirt in my face when things get out of control, but I don’t think you’d risk my life.”
Eyelashes fluttering once, Kite lay his hand over Tezuka’s, helping to guide him when he felt the tip of his cock nudge between Tezuka’s buttocks. “That was low,” he said, wrapping both arms around Tezuka’s waist when he began to push inside him.
Following suit, Tezuka wrapped his arms around Kite’s shoulders and tightened his thighs against Kite’s when he finally gained a few inches inside him. He took a shaky breath, already aware of the thin layer of sweat at his temples and under his arms. “Truth hurts,” he breathed, grunting when Kite slid into him.
Seated completely within him, Kite held him still for a moment, rubbing his lower back in slow circles to give him time to adjust. “Still with me?” he asked, banter forgotten in the way Tezuka panted for breath.
Nodding, Tezuka shifted, moving tentatively, and his lips parted on a silent exhalation when Kite gripped his buttocks to surge upward - just once.
Holding on tightly, Kite pressed his face against Tezuka’s chest and waited for him to feel comfortable enough to move on his own. “So good, Tezuka,” he murmured, words muffled against Tezuka’s skin. They’d used quite a bit of oil and his thighs were slick against Tezuka’s bottom. “Just like before.”
The tone of his voice suggested that he was merely having his suspicions confirmed by having Tezuka again and Tezuka realized that he’d obviously harbored expectations regarding a repeat performance where Tezuka had not. He nodded his agreement, though, unwilling to speak and risk breaking his concentration - the atmosphere - and what was between them. He was overwhelmed, again, and it was wonderful and terrifying and not at all the sort of emotion he should allow himself to explore.
“Ride me,” Kite whispered, lips hot at Tezuka’s left nipple. “Make me come, Tezuka,”
Tezuka moved, tightening around Kite’s cock when he lifted himself only to ease down onto him again. Kite groaned, holding himself still by sheer force of will when all he really wanted to do was to tip Tezuka onto his back, spread those legs wide and fuck him until neither of them could move anymore. He realized, though - with no small amount of surprise - that he enjoyed Tezuka’s hesitant, careful rhythm. He liked the way Tezuka wound his arms around him, moved against him, urged him toward completion. His tentative desire was so completely unlike anything Kite had ever experienced during sex that he couldn’t help the odd, protective feelings Tezuka roused in him. It had been quite some time since he’d found another man so capable and worthy of his respect and yet still so endearing and intriguing.
He rubbed Tezuka’s cock, swallowing the immediate, hissing sound that he made. He was not hard - he was over-sensitive - but Kite touched him anyway. While he wasn’t surprised that Tezuka was not erect, neither did he want to continue if what they were doing made Tezuka uncomfortable.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, palms sliding up Tezuka’s back as he moved on him, and Tezuka shook his head, buried his face in the curve of Kite’s neck.
“No,” he breathed. “You feel good. I just don’t think I can come again.”
Kite understood. He’d suspected as much and, under no obligation to see Tezuka sated before he could find his own release, Kite tipped his chin up for more kisses. He would hold Tezuka close, kiss his mouth to let him know how much he enjoyed his proximity, and cross the finish line just as quickly as he wanted to.
“Kiss me, then. Kiss me until I get there.”
Lowering his head, Tezuka offered Kite the sort of kiss that Kite seemed to like best - slow and deep and just as overtly sexual as his every, single move. He tightened around him, gasped when Kite swelled in response, and hummed his approval when Kite gripped his ass to help speed things along. It hurt - Tezuka was still sore and sensitive from earlier - but Kite was so hot and so full inside him that Tezuka could find enjoyment in that even if he were too over-stimulated to find release himself.
Sliding both hands into Kite’s hair, Tezuka held on tight, unable to prevent the little grunting sounds he made each time Kite pushed inside him. It was beyond uncomfortable and Tezuka knew he was going to be in agony when he awoke tomorrow, but it had been months since he’d felt so involved - so alive - in anything.
Kite groaned, as though merely voicing his pleasure sapped his strength, and his fingers tightened at Tezuka’s hips. “You ready, Tezuka?”
Tezuka hummed in response, nudging his cheek with the tip of his nose and Kite sighed.
“Don’t stop - Oh, God, Tezuka - I’m gonna come.”
Tezuka did not stop and, when he felt Kite’s cock swell within him, he held him in place and kissed him again. Possessive, the way Kite wanted it - deep, hard, mindless.
After a few seconds, during which Kite felt he were being held suspended just over the edge of something infinite and all-encompassing, he tensed, muffling his pleasure against Tezuka’s mouth when he pushed completely within him and came for what seemed like a full minute. Throughout it all, Tezuka clung to him, clenching tight around him and sucking at his tongue, tensing instinctively when Kite jerked to pulse repeatedly inside him.
Soon, Kite softened within him and winced when he slipped out of the tight, welcoming heat of Tezuka’s body. He sucked in a breath, shivering in Tezuka’s embrace, and rested his forehead against Tezuka’s shoulder while they sat quietly together to catch their breath.
Tezuka’s skin cooled and, after a few moments, Kite realized that he was beginning to get cold. Brushing his lips against Tezuka’s shoulder, Kite squeezed him once before patting his thigh. “Hop up. I’ll go get a blanket.”
Tezuka shifted, grunting his discomfort when he moved, and sat back on his haunches. “We can just go to bed, Eishirou.”
He was tired, now, Kite could hear it in his voice, and he shook his head. “I haven’t changed the sheets. We’ll be comfortable here - you’ll prefer it, I think.”
Without waiting to hear Tezuka’s protest - whether he’d intended to offer one or not - Kite rose to his feet and headed in the direction of the bedroom. Tezuka watched him go and then moved to stack their dishes and carry them to the small sink. He ran water over them for a few minutes, feeling as though he should at least tidy up the kitchen since Kite had prepared the food, but his sudden fatigue dictated otherwise. Besides that, he knew that Kite had absolutely no intention of cleaning anything - he couldn’t even be bothered to change the sheets on his bed - and that he would insist that Tezuka join him on the pile of cushions at the window. If Tezuka were going to be completely honest, he would admit that the idea appealed to him.
Entering the kitchen again - armed with two more pillows and the quilt from his bed, Kite nodded toward the pillows on the floor. “I’ll get that tomorrow, Tezuka. Come and lie down with me.”
Tezuka smiled to himself, amused that he could so accurately anticipate this man’s intentions and desires. It was strange, but it was not as unsettling as Tezuka had imagined that it might be.
When he’d knelt beside Kite on the cushions, shifting close and allowing Kite to wrap the blanket around the two of them, Tezuka stretched out beside him to rest his head on Kite’s chest.
Kite held him snugly, breathing hot into Tezuka’s hair when they settled against one another and when Tezuka finally closed his eyes, he realized that Kite hadn’t said a word, perhaps anticipating that Tezuka would not want to talk. He wondered if he’d been wrong and, somehow, they knew each other better than Tezuka had been willing to consider.
When Kite’s breathing grew deep and even against him, Tezuka exhaled slowly and felt all the tension slowly leave him.
It wasn’t that important, really. He was still leaving tomorrow.
Today.
Pairing: Kite/Tezuka - future timeline
Rating: Sexsexsexsex.
Summary: Kite tries to accustom himself to an empty bed after Rin has packed up and gone. A chance meeting with an old rival helps to ease the separation anxiety.
a/n ~ now that I've got all that smut out of the way, we can return to some plot. Or...something.
First bit + second bit
letting the cables sleep
chapter three
With the sweetness at his lips and Kite’s solid warmth against him, Tezuka attempted to recall a time when so simple a situation had, so quickly, become an almost total sensory overload. Hundreds of memories - thousands - that he could call in an instant and it was with the sobering realization that nothing he could remember could rival his current state of mind.
He was hungry, still a bit shy despite the closeness Kite seemed to take for granted and nearly one hundred percent certain that he should have left hours ago. Yet, here he was, seated at Kite Eishirou’s table, his mind alive with disquiet and his nerves tied in knots.
And still Kite pressed close against him.
After a moment, when Tezuka had swallowed the bite he’d taken and Kite still showed no indication that he intended to move, he draped one arm over Kite’s shoulder in order to better reach his plate. In response, Kite rubbed his lips over the bit of shoulder that his t-shirt bared. “How is it?” he asked, nipping at Tezuka’s neck and slipping his hand beneath the t-shirt to touch his back.
Tezuka grunted, leaning forward to steal one of the shrimp balls left unattended on Kite’s plate. “You know it’s good. And I’m eating yours.”
Kite hummed thoughtfully against Tezuka’s ear and slid his hand up along his back. “Save me a bite.”
In answer, Tezuka merely hooked his arm around Kite’s neck to push the entire shrimp ball into his mouth. “Mm.”
Kite laughed silently - Tezuka felt his shoulders shaking when he reached for his glass of wine.
He sipped slowly and only barely resisted the urge to slide his fingers through the back of Kite’s hair. This was not romance - this was not friendship. Tezuka didn’t know what it was, but it was easy enough to admit that this thing - whatever name he hung on it later - dulled the ache in his heart.
“You know, Tezuka,” Kite began, fingertips light along the ridges of his spine, “You’re not the priss I thought you’d be.”
When Tezuka did not answer immediately, Kite rubbed his cheek against Tezuka’s ear - as though in an attempt to mark him - and continued, “It’s not often that I’m wrong about someone.”
Tezuka frowned, swiping a shrimp ball into the sweet sauce pooling around it before taking a smaller bite. Having taken the edge off his hunger, he reached for a napkin and wiped his mouth efficiently.
“That’s interesting, actually,” he said, shifting to allow just enough space between them that he might meet Kite’s eyes.
Arching a brow, Kite stared back. “Oh?”
“Aa,” Tezuka confirmed. “You are precisely the same pompous, overbearing ass that I remember.”
At the nearly comical expression on Kite’s face, Tezuka shrugged. “It’s not often that I’m wrong about someone, either.”
Kite blinked. “That’s not fair,” he protested. “Not very nice, either, Tezuka. I may have to reconsider my previous - obviously premature - assessment of you.”
Lips pursed, Tezuka reached past Kite for his wineglass. “Since when did you play fair, Kite Eishirou?”
Halting Tezuka’s range of movement with a tight grip at his wrist, Kite tugged him close - held him still. To his delight, Tezuka did not give an inch and, further still, narrowed his eyes even went so far as to lift his chin in blatant challenge. “Come to that, you were never very nice, either.”
Reflexes quicker than Tezuka was able to anticipate, Kite grabbed his other wrist and turned him, pushing him back among the cushions and straddling his thighs. He pinned those fine-boned, almost delicate wrists over Tezuka’s head and trapped his legs snugly between his knees. Wicked and sinister and completely without hesitation, Kite offered Tezuka that familiar, infuriating smirk and lifted one hand to his lips to brush his mouth over Tezuka’s wrist.
“This isn’t nice?” he asked, voice low. “I can be nicer.”
Holding himself perfectly still, Tezuka stared up at Kite, his breathing already beginning to quicken. “I thought you were hungry,” he said, absently.
Lowering Tezuka’s hand to press his palm tight against his cock, Kite bit his lip, sucking in a breath when Tezuka’s fingers curled around him. “Don’t I feel hungry?”
Wondering if there were ever a time when Kite was not ‘hungry’, Tezuka found that he had no ready reply. No matter the banter between them - the cautious, electric pull - Tezuka was no better with small talk now than he was when he’d first walked through Kite’s front door.
Pushing Tezuka’s t-shirt up to reveal his belly, his chest, his pretty, pale nipples, Kite released his hold on Tezuka’s wrist and bent to nuzzle his bellybutton. Tezuka tensed, letting his eyes close instinctively.
“We never knew each other that well, Tezuka,” he murmured, fingertips edging beneath the waistband of Tezuka’s pants.
Sucking in a breath, belly concave when Kite touched him, Tezuka arched his back just enough to indicate to Kite that he was quite finished with dinner. “We don’t know each other now.”
That Tezuka knew Kite about as well as anyone else wasn’t something he felt needed to be said - particularly when Tezuka was so ready beneath him.
He was slow to ease the loose, cotton pants over Tezuka’s hips, rubbing his cheek against Tezuka’s hip. Seemingly content to touch and tease, Kite held Tezuka’s gaze, knowing that - despite the hint of color at Tezuka’s cheeks - he wouldn’t look away first. That knowledge - that certainty that Tezuka cared more for his dignity than for the heat of the moment - was what made touching him such an incredible accomplishment. Particularly considering that Kite could define himself in the heat of a very good moment.
And this moment, with Tezuka’s guarded expression and tentative contact, was one that Kite felt quite comfortable losing himself in.
Easing the pants down Tezuka’s legs, Kite waited until Tezuka kicked them away from his feet before lifting one leg to drape it over his shoulder. On his belly now, between Tezuka’s legs, Kite nuzzled at the inside of his thigh and at the soft, warm juncture of groin and hip.
With one arm over his forehead and his other hand clenched to avoid its stealing into Kite’s hair to touch him affectionately, Tezuka took a deep breath. He wasn’t hungry any longer - and he was embarrassed at precisely how eager he was for Kite’s attentions. Earlier, when Kite had wrapped his lips around Tezuka’s cock to tease him, it hadn’t been enough. Now, though, with Kite nuzzling his balls with soft lips and the tip of his nose, Tezuka imagined that this interlude might turn out to be something a little more focused and extended.
“Eishirou,” he breathed, more to himself than in any real attempt to gain Kite’s attention, and the response he received was nothing more than Kite’s soft murmur of assent when he pressed his nose against the wiry curls at Tezuka’s groin and inhaled.
Kite turned his head, rubbing his cheek against Tezuka’s pubic hair when he wrapped his fingers around Tezuka’s cock. “Keep baiting me, Tezuka. Soon I’ll be whispering your name.”
Tezuka squeezed his eyes closed tightly when Kite rubbed his lips over the tip of his cock and didn’t acknowledge Kite’s words at all. When Kite pushed against the back of his thigh, Tezuka exhaled, knowing already that his name on Kite’s lips - in that voice - would be quite a perfect accompaniment to the pleasure he was about to offer. It was, however, hardly something that Tezuka felt he could encourage. This interlude would be fleeting, brief, singular. And Tezuka wasn’t at all certain that he wanted to hear his name on another man’s lips for a very long time. Even so, with Kite touching him so carefully yet so purposefully, Tezuka wondered if that time would come sooner than he was willing to imagine.
“You smell good,” Kite told him, stroking him once or twice and swiping the very tip of his erection with the flat of his tongue. “Very, very good.”
Tezuka shivered, bending one knee so that his foot was flat against the floor and he shifted, restless and wanting. “You would think so,” he panted, clenching and unclenching his fist. “I used your soap in the shower.”
Kite chuckled, the lenses of his glasses catching the light when he ducked his head to slide his lips along Tezuka’s cock, taking him in smoothly, completely and easing the way with nothing more than the flat of his tongue and just the perfect amount of pressure. Voice breaking on the sound he made, Tezuka flexed his hips, palms flat against the cushions he lay on.
Kite took his time, sucking and licking and making those soft, satisfied little sounds as though this were something he truly relished. When his nose was buried in the curls at the base of Tezuka’s dick, Kite released his hold on him to touch and caress him. He gripped his hips firmly, tracing the edge of his hipbones with his thumbs before sliding his hands under Tezuka’s bottom to hold him still. He squeezed him once, when he pulled back only to take him deep inside again and Tezuka tensed, a rough, surprised sound escaping him when he nudged the back of Kite’s throat.
No stranger to oral sex, Tezuka could remember countless times he and Atobe had passed an evening pleasuring one another this way. There was no way to compare the two, however - Keigo and Kite - they were different people, had very different styles and different desires. When he’d made love with Keigo this way, it had been very much a mutual act. Keigo needed Tezuka’s reciprocal attention in order to lose himself in sex. If he were receiving no pleasure, it wasn’t as easy for him to give pleasure.
That was not to say that he’d found no pleasure with Keigo - quite the contrary. When he and Keigo put aside the rest of the world and came together with all of the passion and all of the desperation that they had felt in the beginning of the relationship, Tezuka would have sworn that nothing else could have felt even half so good.
Now, however, on the receiving end of something so entirely consuming, Tezuka could more easily understand the differences between his old lover and this new one. Kite was a predator - he liked to be in control. He enjoyed having the upper hand, even as he sought someone who would push back. He derived pleasure from giving it - without needing to take any for himself. The way he attended Tezuka, pushed and teased and otherwise overwhelmed him just for the sole purpose of making him capitulate spoke volumes about his character. Kite could lose himself in the act knowing that he was driving his partner right out of his mind. He didn’t require anything more as he would likely take whatever he needed after he’d pushed Tezuka over the edge. He wouldn’t wait for Tezuka to touch him first.
“God,” he moaned, grabbing handfuls of the cushion beneath him and attempting to avoid thrusting forward.
Kite grunted in answer and squeezed his buttocks, spreading him open and kneading him and Tezuka sucked in a breath when a thin trail of saliva slid along the crack of his ass in a slow, slippery path. Kite lifted him, swallowing him, his throat tight around the crown of Tezuka’s cock and he cried out, unable to hold back. Never had anyone offered him this level of intensity in so simple an act and Tezuka tensed, muscles pulled taut when Kite sucked him, tongued him. Heart pounding, he ran one hand under his shirt, over his belly, hesitating for a moment even when he knew that he would have to touch Kite soon. He was hot between Tezuka’s legs and he could feel his pulse thrumming in his neck - just against Tezuka’s inner thigh. Tezuka could feel his own heartbeat, heavy and pounding and he would swear that his heartbeat and Kite’s heartbeat beat a perfect counter - meeting at once to pulse heavily between his legs.
He wasn’t going to last - despite the orgasm he’d had already - and the constant observer in Tezuka fell silent when he slipped his fingers into the back of Kite’s hair to arch his back in silent warning.
“Ah, Kite,” he murmured, spreading his legs, his balls full and tight at the base of his cock when Kite squeezed his buttocks and pulled back to lick and suck at him. “Eishirou,” he said, entire body tensed and at the ready. “Eishirou, I…”
Lips tight around the head of his dick, Kite slid the edge of his thumb between Tezuka’s buttocks, pressing in gently to rub him in a slow, practiced motion.
And Tezuka sucked in a breath, belly tightening when his cock jerked to pulse hot and thick over Kite’s tongue. He might have screamed, if he’d been able to catch his breath long enough to make a single, coherent sound, and he winced at the sudden, cool air against his dick when Kite rose above him. He pinned Tezuka’s wrists over his head and met his eyes for one, electric moment before he closed his eyes and took Tezuka’s mouth in a hot, deep kiss. Tezuka murmured in protest when Kite pushed his tongue between his lips, sharing Tezuka’s release - thick and barely warm - in a slow, sticky sort of kiss.
When Kite pulled back, lips slick and salty, he licked at Tezuka’s mouth, hesitating for only a moment before offering yet another kiss. This kiss was lingering, soft, lazy - redolent of the taste of Tezuka’s release - and he could do no more than cling to Kite’s shoulders and accept his kisses when Kite released his wrists to slide his hands down Tezuka’s arms.
Without breaking contact, Kite removed Tezuka’s glasses, stroking his cheeks with his thumbs and touching his hair, and Tezuka reached up blindly to ease Kite’s glasses away from his face. He pressed them into Kite’s hand, fingers lingering over his knuckles only to tangle his hand in the back of Kite’s hair as he lay their glasses aside.
Tezuka didn’t offer anything on the subject of his utter satisfaction, he didn’t praise Kite’s skill or technique and he didn’t ask if Kite wanted him to return the favor. All that Tezuka did - all that he wanted to do - was to lay against him and take kiss after hot, drugging kiss from his lips.
After a moment, Kite ran one hand along the length of Tezuka’s body and murmured against his ear, “I don’t think I’m going to ever get enough of you, Tezuka.”
Tezuka didn’t answer - he didn’t expect that Kite actually anticipated that he might - and instead, turned his head to press his lips to Kite’s neck. When the sun rose, he knew, they would go their separate ways and Tezuka would go on with his life. The life he’d been attempting to piece back together before Kite Eishirou had strong-armed his way inside and usurped every bit of excess space that Tezuka had managed to gain in the past few months.
Romantic notions didn’t bring about any happy endings. Tezuka had learned that the hard way.
He shifted, wrapping his arms around Kite to rest his hands against his back and he could not ignore Kite’s erection, insistent against his hip. When Kite made no move to rub against him, did nothing to suggest that he would like Tezuka to reciprocate, Tezuka murmured against his shoulder. “You’re hard, now, too.”
So close - and without his glasses - Kite looked different to Tezuka. His expression was calm and his eyes were dark and quite entrancing. He was a beautiful man; beautiful in a way that Tezuka had never considered beautiful before. Kite smoothed Tezuka’s hair back and framed his face with both hands again.
“I got hard again the minute I saw you in the doorway,” he said, nuzzling the corner of Tezuka’s mouth. “Standing there, wearing my clothes with your hair all tousled and wet - you looked so clean and composed.”
Tezuka licked his lips absently and Kite kissed him again - light and quick. “But I remembered how you looked, half out of your mind with lust and spreading your legs for me in my bed and I could barely keep my hands off of you, Tezuka.”
Lips parted, Tezuka lifted his chin, silently encouraging another kiss if Kite were so inclined to offer him one, and he slid his hands along Kite’s back to curve lightly over the swell of his ass.
Kite smiled a little and it was nothing of the cajoling, polite sort of smile that Tezuka had become so used to in the past. Kite’s smile spoke nothing of pleasantries. “Will you let me fuck you again?”
Silent for a moment, staring intently into Kite’s eyes as he considered all that he might do - all that he might allow - Tezuka squeezed Kite’s buttocks as Kite had done to him previously and experienced a hot, immediate satisfaction when Kite closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. “God, Tezuka,” he whispered, breath warm against Tezuka’s mouth. “I want to be inside you again.”
Tezuka hedged, nudging Kite’s chin up to rub his mouth against his neck. He wasn’t averse to another round, though he didn’t know how easily he would be able to accept it.
Sensing his hesitation, Kite nibbled at Tezuka’s earlobe and rose on one elbow to pinch one of Tezuka’s nipples. Tezuka sucked in a breath.
“I won’t hurt you,” Kite promised, plucking at Tezuka’s nipple and tracing the shell of his ear with the tip of his tongue. “Trust me. I’ll be careful.”
Despite the orgasm he’d just had - despite the knowledge that he should be thinking about returning home - Tezuka found himself nodding his acquiescence and turning his head to kiss Kite’s mouth. He’d never - not ever - felt quite so eager to initiate contact with anyone the way he seemed so eager to do with Kite.
“It hurts a little,” he said, and Kite rose to all fours above him, touching his side, his hip.
“We’ll stop if it hurts,” Kite told him, moving away to kneel at Tezuka’s side. “Do you want to try?”
Confused - unsure as to why Kite moved away - Tezuka sat up slowly and nodded. “We can try.”
Turning to toss two pillows against the wall and the window just above it, Kite leaned to snag a glass bottle from the table before moving in the direction of the window. Tezuka watched him set the bottle in the windowsill and get to his feet gracefully. He lifted his tank top, tossing it aside before hooking his thumbs in the waistband of the pants he wore. “Tezuka,” he said. “Kill the lights.”
Rising, stripping off his own t-shirt and unconscious of his nudity now as he had not been before, Tezuka crossed the floor to flip the switch on the far wall. The room was dark now and Kite - shucking off his pants - was bathed in the moonlight that flooded the small alcove. In profile, he was even more magnificent to see and Tezuka drifted toward him, trance-like.
Kite reached for him, fingers closing around Tezuka’s hand to pull him close, and he wrapped his arms around Tezuka to hold him even closer. “They can see us from the street, you know,” he said, voice low and teasing. “Standing in the window, touching each other. They can see me touching you.”
Tezuka’s heartbeat quickened and he reached between them to brush Kite’s cock with the back of his hand. It twitched and Kite sucked in a breath. “Don’t you care?” he asked.
Pausing for a moment, touching Kite’s side, his back, the full curve of his buttocks, Tezuka kissed his neck, breathing in his scent. “No,” he finally answered, realizing that he didn’t care and he didn’t want to stop and he very much wanted to feel Kite inside him again.
Kite turned, fingers twining through Tezuka’s as he led him toward the window and when he lowered himself onto the cushions and leaned back against the windowsill, he stared up at Tezuka. For a moment Tezuka stood where he was, gazing down at Kite in the near darkness and when he looked away to take in the night and the empty sidewalk just beyond the window, Kite reached for him again. “It’s just you and me, then?”
Tezuka knelt, straddling Kite’s thighs and resting his hands at Kite’s shoulders. “You knew that it was.”
Kite smiled, stroking the curve of Tezuka’s shoulder and the firm, smooth sinew of his arm. “I suppose it’s a little late for people to be out, after all.”
When Tezuka did not respond, Kite gripped his hip lightly. “This isn’t Tokyo.”
Tezuka frowned, as though he didn’t appreciate the reminder. It was unnecessary.
He touched Kite’s chest, his biceps, his collarbones, and allowed Kite to coax him closer. When Kite reached for the bottle of oil in the windowsill, Tezuka touched his cock, tentatively, paying closer attention now than he had before. His touch was light, exploratory, and he traced the shape of Kite’s dick almost thoughtfully. Kite was bigger than he was, himself. He was thick, heavy, uncircumcised. Tezuka stroked him slowly, gripping him at the base to reveal the full, dark tip of his cock.
Kite startled him when he took his hand away, turning it palm up to pour a bit of oil into the palm of his hand. “I’m safe,” he said, almost as an afterthought. “This is okay to use.”
Tezuka shook his head, as though to deny that he would insinuate otherwise. It occurred to him, then, that he should offer a similar assurance. “So am I. I’m not worried.”
Kite hissed when Tezuka gripped him firmly, slicking his cock as thoroughly as he was able. “You trust me that much, Tezuka? That surprises me.”
Tezuka shook his head, small smile quirking his lips. Kite knew well enough that Tezuka trusted him on some level, else they’d never have gone to bed together. He reached further down, coating Kite’s balls with the excess oil before rising to his knees to position himself. With one hand at the base of Kite’s cock and the other resting at Kite’s shoulder, Tezuka took a deep breath. “You might throw dirt in my face when things get out of control, but I don’t think you’d risk my life.”
Eyelashes fluttering once, Kite lay his hand over Tezuka’s, helping to guide him when he felt the tip of his cock nudge between Tezuka’s buttocks. “That was low,” he said, wrapping both arms around Tezuka’s waist when he began to push inside him.
Following suit, Tezuka wrapped his arms around Kite’s shoulders and tightened his thighs against Kite’s when he finally gained a few inches inside him. He took a shaky breath, already aware of the thin layer of sweat at his temples and under his arms. “Truth hurts,” he breathed, grunting when Kite slid into him.
Seated completely within him, Kite held him still for a moment, rubbing his lower back in slow circles to give him time to adjust. “Still with me?” he asked, banter forgotten in the way Tezuka panted for breath.
Nodding, Tezuka shifted, moving tentatively, and his lips parted on a silent exhalation when Kite gripped his buttocks to surge upward - just once.
Holding on tightly, Kite pressed his face against Tezuka’s chest and waited for him to feel comfortable enough to move on his own. “So good, Tezuka,” he murmured, words muffled against Tezuka’s skin. They’d used quite a bit of oil and his thighs were slick against Tezuka’s bottom. “Just like before.”
The tone of his voice suggested that he was merely having his suspicions confirmed by having Tezuka again and Tezuka realized that he’d obviously harbored expectations regarding a repeat performance where Tezuka had not. He nodded his agreement, though, unwilling to speak and risk breaking his concentration - the atmosphere - and what was between them. He was overwhelmed, again, and it was wonderful and terrifying and not at all the sort of emotion he should allow himself to explore.
“Ride me,” Kite whispered, lips hot at Tezuka’s left nipple. “Make me come, Tezuka,”
Tezuka moved, tightening around Kite’s cock when he lifted himself only to ease down onto him again. Kite groaned, holding himself still by sheer force of will when all he really wanted to do was to tip Tezuka onto his back, spread those legs wide and fuck him until neither of them could move anymore. He realized, though - with no small amount of surprise - that he enjoyed Tezuka’s hesitant, careful rhythm. He liked the way Tezuka wound his arms around him, moved against him, urged him toward completion. His tentative desire was so completely unlike anything Kite had ever experienced during sex that he couldn’t help the odd, protective feelings Tezuka roused in him. It had been quite some time since he’d found another man so capable and worthy of his respect and yet still so endearing and intriguing.
He rubbed Tezuka’s cock, swallowing the immediate, hissing sound that he made. He was not hard - he was over-sensitive - but Kite touched him anyway. While he wasn’t surprised that Tezuka was not erect, neither did he want to continue if what they were doing made Tezuka uncomfortable.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, palms sliding up Tezuka’s back as he moved on him, and Tezuka shook his head, buried his face in the curve of Kite’s neck.
“No,” he breathed. “You feel good. I just don’t think I can come again.”
Kite understood. He’d suspected as much and, under no obligation to see Tezuka sated before he could find his own release, Kite tipped his chin up for more kisses. He would hold Tezuka close, kiss his mouth to let him know how much he enjoyed his proximity, and cross the finish line just as quickly as he wanted to.
“Kiss me, then. Kiss me until I get there.”
Lowering his head, Tezuka offered Kite the sort of kiss that Kite seemed to like best - slow and deep and just as overtly sexual as his every, single move. He tightened around him, gasped when Kite swelled in response, and hummed his approval when Kite gripped his ass to help speed things along. It hurt - Tezuka was still sore and sensitive from earlier - but Kite was so hot and so full inside him that Tezuka could find enjoyment in that even if he were too over-stimulated to find release himself.
Sliding both hands into Kite’s hair, Tezuka held on tight, unable to prevent the little grunting sounds he made each time Kite pushed inside him. It was beyond uncomfortable and Tezuka knew he was going to be in agony when he awoke tomorrow, but it had been months since he’d felt so involved - so alive - in anything.
Kite groaned, as though merely voicing his pleasure sapped his strength, and his fingers tightened at Tezuka’s hips. “You ready, Tezuka?”
Tezuka hummed in response, nudging his cheek with the tip of his nose and Kite sighed.
“Don’t stop - Oh, God, Tezuka - I’m gonna come.”
Tezuka did not stop and, when he felt Kite’s cock swell within him, he held him in place and kissed him again. Possessive, the way Kite wanted it - deep, hard, mindless.
After a few seconds, during which Kite felt he were being held suspended just over the edge of something infinite and all-encompassing, he tensed, muffling his pleasure against Tezuka’s mouth when he pushed completely within him and came for what seemed like a full minute. Throughout it all, Tezuka clung to him, clenching tight around him and sucking at his tongue, tensing instinctively when Kite jerked to pulse repeatedly inside him.
Soon, Kite softened within him and winced when he slipped out of the tight, welcoming heat of Tezuka’s body. He sucked in a breath, shivering in Tezuka’s embrace, and rested his forehead against Tezuka’s shoulder while they sat quietly together to catch their breath.
Tezuka’s skin cooled and, after a few moments, Kite realized that he was beginning to get cold. Brushing his lips against Tezuka’s shoulder, Kite squeezed him once before patting his thigh. “Hop up. I’ll go get a blanket.”
Tezuka shifted, grunting his discomfort when he moved, and sat back on his haunches. “We can just go to bed, Eishirou.”
He was tired, now, Kite could hear it in his voice, and he shook his head. “I haven’t changed the sheets. We’ll be comfortable here - you’ll prefer it, I think.”
Without waiting to hear Tezuka’s protest - whether he’d intended to offer one or not - Kite rose to his feet and headed in the direction of the bedroom. Tezuka watched him go and then moved to stack their dishes and carry them to the small sink. He ran water over them for a few minutes, feeling as though he should at least tidy up the kitchen since Kite had prepared the food, but his sudden fatigue dictated otherwise. Besides that, he knew that Kite had absolutely no intention of cleaning anything - he couldn’t even be bothered to change the sheets on his bed - and that he would insist that Tezuka join him on the pile of cushions at the window. If Tezuka were going to be completely honest, he would admit that the idea appealed to him.
Entering the kitchen again - armed with two more pillows and the quilt from his bed, Kite nodded toward the pillows on the floor. “I’ll get that tomorrow, Tezuka. Come and lie down with me.”
Tezuka smiled to himself, amused that he could so accurately anticipate this man’s intentions and desires. It was strange, but it was not as unsettling as Tezuka had imagined that it might be.
When he’d knelt beside Kite on the cushions, shifting close and allowing Kite to wrap the blanket around the two of them, Tezuka stretched out beside him to rest his head on Kite’s chest.
Kite held him snugly, breathing hot into Tezuka’s hair when they settled against one another and when Tezuka finally closed his eyes, he realized that Kite hadn’t said a word, perhaps anticipating that Tezuka would not want to talk. He wondered if he’d been wrong and, somehow, they knew each other better than Tezuka had been willing to consider.
When Kite’s breathing grew deep and even against him, Tezuka exhaled slowly and felt all the tension slowly leave him.
It wasn’t that important, really. He was still leaving tomorrow.
Today.