Such a troublesome man. Such trouble to keep satisfied. That's what he thought of Hiruma. He had to watch his every word around him, for unintentionally pissing Hiruma off wasn't worth it; even though it made his knees weaken so nicely to see Hiruma close to the edge like that, to any edge. Unfortunately Hiruma never did take advantage of his reflex to spread his legs as soon as Hiruma got angry. Hiruma never took out his frustration during sex. Instead he left, left whatever annoyed him behind a slammed shut door and walked a few blocks, then headed to the football field. Hiruma didn't like things he wasn't good at, that's why he headed to the field when he was angry. Things he wasn't good at only frustrated him more.
He wasn't good at "relationships", he wasn't one to court someone, or care about if affections were mutual, as long as you had an "understanding". He kept his relationships easy, he kept them on arm's length. No wonder the guy had never had any long term relationships before, he didn't know how to treat a lover right, he didn't even care to try. What really made his relationships so easy to break was probably that he wouldn't deal with a lover if he was in a bad mood. Instead he would shut them out. He didn't share anything, didn't let anyone in. He wasn't good at this relationship thing, and therefor it annoyed him. And he didn't bother with things that annoyed him.
They didn't have anything in common, him and Hiruma. Other than the damn football, of course. If it wasn't for that shitty piece of sport he wouldn't have been able to keep a conversation going with him at all. Hiruma wasn't very keen to keep them going, but he liked to pretend, sometimes, that he and Hiruma had more than just some sweaty sex three times a week. At such times, when Hiruma so blatantly rejected his every try for closeness, he wondered why he bothered, why he didn't just find himself someone else who wasn't so allergic to kindness.
But such a beautiful hipline, such a delicious spine, the nape of his neck was there to be bitten, suckled, tiny, rosy nipples, so perfectly lean, such grace in every movement. His hair was ideal to be grabbed, pulled, his long, slender fingers looked so good wrapped around, fuck, any body part, his long clawlike nails trailing skin was enough to numb all sense out of a brain. He offered the sweetest tasting seed ever tasted by man. And if seeing Hiruma cum wouldn't pull you over the edge with him, you don't have a beating heart in your chest.
How something that looked so good could be anything short of everything he wanted he couldn't comprehend. Whatever Hiruma didn't give him, he would work around it. Something so... perfect, that walked straight into his arms freely, he couldn't give it up. Hiruma would continue to be his, if he morally didn't have the right reasons he didn't care. For all that glitters is worth its price. All that glitters is gold.