The inside of the cafe was quiet and empty save for Misora. She had her hair pulled back, an oversized pink sweater with the sleeves pulled up to mid forearms swaying as she wiped the counter. A spare coffee mug sat in front of the chair next to her, and Sento hoped with violent relief that she was the only occupant of the building at the moment.
As she turned to greet them smiling, Banjou held his dirty flannel close to his front and skirted around the teacup shelves without a word. His face was growing increasingly red, even in the few seconds they had been inside, and Sento knew he had to act quickly before they both lost their heads.
"Banjou, downstairs," he said firmly, and surprisingly Banjou listened without complaint, although a telltale flare of his nostrils let Sento know he hated taking an order without a snarky remark.
Misora did a double take between Banjou disappearing through the fridge, and Sento with his long coat wrapped tightly around him, and worry creased her brow.
"Did something happen?" She gestured at the mugs she was gathering up, "Sawa told me where you went but we weren't sure if it would turn out to be anything important. She went out again not too long ago."
Sento snorted, feeling slightly more clear headed away from Banjou and his intoxicating, masculine scent. A dull burn still bubbled away under his skin, deep in his gut, but he tried his best to ignore it. In the same second, he resolved to not mention encountering Evolt to her, knowing it would only serve to make her reaction to the situation and his plans even more dramatic. The last thing she needed was another reminder, albeit a generally harmless one, of the betrayal they had experienced.
"It was abandoned. A lot of running machinery but nobody around," Walking around the far side of the bar to the food shelves, he grabbed some bananas and a few energy bars, piling those and a bottle of water into one arm as he tried to keep the front of his body angled away from Misora. He tried to phrase things as delicately as possible.
"Banjou took a hit from some weird chemical powder though. He seems mostly okay, he just doesn't feel well." He backed closer to the basement door, left ajar by the aforementioned man.
"Is he alright?! Do you need any help taking care of him? He's so careless, I'm not surprised-"
"No!" He said quickly, and Misora looked taken aback at his forwardness. "I'm actually going to need everyone to stay out of the basement for the rest of the night." Her expression turned from one of surprise to one of frustration.
"Are you serious?!"
"Yes! I don't know if he's going to get better or worse yet, so I'm locking us down there. The last thing we need is him being contagious or something." He glanced at the futons for Kazumi and Gentoku stacked against the wall with no small sense of guilt. They'd have to sleep in shifts. But Banjou needed privacy, and there was plenty of room upstairs for everyone. "Do you need anything before I lock the door? I don't trust Kazumin to respect Banjou's space right now."
The tension left her shoulders as Misora's face softened. She knew he wouldn't ask for something so seemingly selfish if it wasn't for a good reason. "Just my phone charger and another pillow. Sawa and I can share a futon."
Sento promised to bring them up soon and backed through the small door, leaving it open for the moment. He bounded down the stairs as quickly as possible, heart racing a little, and threw his bounty on the desk at the base of the stairs, before grabbing a pillow off the small bed (and brushing off crumbs, what the fuck Banjou) and locating Misora's phone charger on one of the many small tables that littered the workshop. Banjou was nowhere to be seen, but Sento could hear the shower running in the attached bathroom.
He ran the items back upstairs and slid them out the door before closing it and sliding the lock shut with a click. It felt like his heart rate picked back up at the realization that they'd be alone for the rest of the night. Walking back down to the workshop slowly, he draped his jacket over the back of his desk chair, and made his way over to the bathroom door.
The bathroom was tucked off to one side of the basement near the Fullbottle purifier, western style with a clean shower stall tucked into the far wall, a toilet and sink closer to the door. The lighting was harsh on the white tile, and Sento blinked hard as he entered the steamy room. Banjou clung to the back of the toilet with one hand as he stripped out of his dirty pants, his shirt already accumulating moisture on the floor. The auburn haired man clearly needed help and Sento didn't intend to leave him alone in the shower.
"Ugh," Banjou made a disgusted sound in his throat, pulling at the front of his boxer briefs, "I haven't had messy boxers like this since high school. You're lucky you don't have memories of puberty, it wasn't fun."
"Can't believe you got off on the bike," Sento snickered, and Banjou looked appalled, "You bring new meaning to the term Kamen Rider, eh?"
Banjou rolled his eyes and slowly turned around, dropping his underwear and climbing into the steaming shower. Sento barely had time to appreciate the muscular curve of his ass before he disappeared behind the curtain, and he shoved his own jeans down his pale thighs and kicked them up against the bathroom door as Banjou let out a groan of relief.
"Nobody is coming down here for the rest of the night. How are you feeling now though?" Sento asked curiously. He knew Banjou had inhaled much more of the pollen than he did himself, and even after getting off at the facility, the slow burn had been building under his skin. His dick had been thickening in his pants ever since his realization on the motorcycle, and as he pulled off his boxers to join Banjou in the shower, he recognized the arousal didn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. The only thing preventing Banjou from completely losing control of himself was likely his alien DNA, with how strongly Sento's reaction was still going.
"I'd give myself maybe 10 minutes before it starts getting really intense again," Banjou called over the water, before splashing himself loudly.
He pulled back the glass door and stepped into the misty shower stall, Banjou busy turned away from him, washing his face under the warm spray. His biceps flexed as he scrubbed, and Sento observed the muscles in his back shifting when he moved. Turning back around to face Sento, he brushed the soaking hair out of his face and wiped his eyes, letting out a groan that only served to make Sento's dick jump a little.
It occurred to him as he let his eyes travel Banjou's body appreciatively, that he had never been fully nude with another person. He had no idea what kind of experience Katsuragi had, but something told him it was limited at most. He could feel a flush travel down his neck and spread across his chest when his gaze skimmed over Banjou's dick, heavy and thick between his legs.
Sento reached out towards his face, and yanked on his ear harshly. Banjou cried out and Sento smiled, shoving at Banjou's head, gently guiding him to turn around again.
"You didn't take your braids out, idiot."
Banjou huffed but tilted his head back.
"I'm not an idiot, I have muscle brains, come on now."
Sento unwove the braids, stacking the elastics on a shelf next to some of Misora's shampoo. He picked the waves apart as Banjou watched his face, uncharacteristically quiet. Cheeks burning under the gaze of the younger man, he swallowed and reminded himself someone had to be in control here, and it couldn't be Banjou.
As soon as he was finished, Banjou crowded him against the slick, cool tile of the wall and kissed him, grunting lowly when his dick slid against Sento's hipbone. The heavy steam and his dizzy vision made the whole scenario feel like a dream. Their lips slid together and Sento swiped his tongue across the seam of Banjou's mouth, allowing them to deepen the kiss until they broke away, panting, foreheads pressed together.
"Sento," Banjou whispered suddenly, and despite the fever eating at both of them, a shiver ran through Sento at the absolute heat in Banjou's tone. "You know I was gonna confess, before we-"
He made a halfhearted gesture to where their hips were connected, and Sento had to suppress a laugh. Of course Banjou thought they still needed a formal confession, after everything they had gone through and the near death experiences taken on for each other. His view on emotions was a little less nuanced than Sento's, despite having a whole life of memories to draw on, so it made sense that he didn't realize Sento knew; that they had crossed the boundary of just friendship a while ago.
"You really do have muscles for brains, huh?" Sento said, and Banjou made an aborted choking sound as Sento wrapped an arm around his neck and kissed him deeply again. The heated spray of the shower soaked both their hair and faces, only serving to make the kiss hotter and wetter. The haze he could only attribute to the pollen was deepening, driving him to touch his partner any way he could.
"All that talk about fighting for love and peace," he murmured, pulling away just enough for Banjou to hear him, lips tingling from the stimulation, "you thought I just meant a love for the general public? Are you dense?"
Banjou exhaled roughly at his teasing statement, chest heaving a little bit in Sento's peripheral vision, and he couldn't prevent himself from bringing a hand up and resting it on Banjou's chest. Feeling his heart race through the thick muscle, Sento looked back at Banjou's face. He was biting his lower lip and his pupils were blown, looking slightly overwhelmed by their quiet confessions, by the touch of Sento's hand on him.
"Sento.."
All of the ways he was wrecking Banjou were boosting his ego to heights he didn't know were possible, making Sento feel almost coy with the way he touched him. He brushed over Banjou's nipple and kissed him again, deep and wet, relishing the way Banjou's hips jerked forward as he moaned. He was dizzy with lust, cock insistent against Banjou's abdomen, and yet all he could think about was further unraveling the fighter's nerves, making him weak and desperate for it.
He pulled away and leaned forward to nip lightly at the wet lobe of Banjou's ear, exhaling hotly against his skin.
"I'm going to suck your dick now, okay?"
Banjou sputtered, letting out a choked moan as Sento dropped down, gingerly kneeling on the hard floor of the tub. Putting his hands on Banjou's thighs, he slid them up and down the wet skin, appreciating the strength he knew was hidden in the thick muscles. Sento leaned in to place a wet kiss on the shaft of Banjou's dick where it hung straight out from his body, hard and heavy; he relished in the muffled gasp he got from the younger man and knew he wanted to hear more.
He slid his hand to grasp Banjou firmly at the base of his cock, mouth leaving sloppy kisses as he traveled up to the head. Licking kittenishly at the bitter pre-cum beading from his slit, Sento chanced a glance up. Banjou was looking down at him with a heated expression, eyes hooded and open mouth half covered by a loose fist as he propped one elbow against the wall of the shower. The hot water pulsed at his back, making a fine mist float around his body. The sight of him, tanned skin and thick muscle framed by the diffused water gave him a dreamlike appearance.
Seeing Banjou's expression made Sento's face feel impossibly hotter, his dick impossibly harder. Making his tongue wide and flat, he licked the head of Banjou's cock again slowly, staring straight into his eyes, and Banjou bit the knuckle of his index finger as he let out a whine, eyes falling closed for a brief second. He reached down and placed his other hand on Sento's damp hair, expression getting even hotter as his hips shifted forward slightly.
The feeling of Banjou's fingers on his scalp, gently guiding his face towards his thick cock, set Sento off in ways he couldn't explain. He fisted his dick once, twice, moaning a little against the wet skin of Banjou's shaft, and pulled back slightly to wrap his lips around the head. He sucked a little, tongue delving into the slit just slightly, and the younger man let out a barely audible sigh. His hips trembled with self restraint and Sento's dick twitched violently as he realized how badly Banjou wanted to slide into the back of his throat, fuck his face until he couldn't breathe or think.
As he slid down a little further, it was an interesting stretch that his jaw would need to get used to, the barely coherent part of him in the back of his mind observed. The heavy weight of Banjou's cock on his tongue had him rubbing at the head of his own, letting out a muffled moan at the duality of the sensations. Banjou let his hips jerk forward at the vibrations traveling up his dick, moaning loudly.
"Fuck, Sento, please," he begged, "Please, just,"
Whatever it was he wanted Sento to do, he never managed to get it out. With the first sign of Banjou's pleading, Sento picked up the pace, hollowing his lips and sucking hard, bobbing his head as deep as he could without gagging. Banjou's fingers wound into his hair, gently guiding his head up and down as his hips jerked minutely, the muscles in his hips flexing as he thrusted.
It was good, Sento's lips swelling under the slide of Banjou's cock, Banjou's thighs shivering as his eyes slid closed. But Sento (or the pollen), knew he wanted more, knew he could take more, and he slid his lips down even further than before, gagging hard but holding Banjou's cock deep in his throat. He couldn't breathe for a moment, saliva dripping out one side of his stretched, wet lips, and he felt wave after wave of white hot arousal hit him. He loved this, loved taking Banjou deep and holding him there, loved the absolutely wrecked noises Banjou was making. He pulled back off, heart skipping a beat when Banjou's hand held his head down ever so slightly before relenting.
"Banjou," he mumbled dizzily, smearing his lips through the mess of spit and precum at Banjou's head, "Look at me."
Banjou opened his eyes again and locked his gaze on Sento's, and Sento was surprised by how dark his expression was. His fingers tightened minutely in Sento's hair, and he turned his face away after a moment, reddening.
"Don't look at me like that while you're," he started breathily, "God, Sento." His back arched a little as he thrust his hips forward minutely, sliding the head against Sento's lips and cheek.
Sento hummed quietly as he stroked up and down Banjou's cock, rubbing the head on his lips and tongue and even on his cheeks again, practically worshipping the hardened length. A wrecked sound tore out of Banjou when Sento took him deep into his throat again, and Sento realized with a jumping sensation in his stomach that Banjou was close. A telltale shaking had started up in his thighs and his fist flexed against his mouth as he whined and thrust forward, mumbling just barely loud enough to make out over the water of the shower, eyes glazed as he turned back and watched Sento's lips slide over his cock.
"..so beautiful, Sento, fuck, please, it's so good, it's-"
Sento's heart skipped a beat as Banjou's cock seemed to grow impossibly harder and thicker in his mouth, and while part of him wanted to hold Banjou deep and let him finish into his throat, a darker, dirtier part of him knew he had other plans.
He pulled his lips back off just enough so the head was pressed against the flat of his tongue, and sucked hard, bringing one hand up to stroke the length that wasn't already being attended to. A helpless moan tore out of Banjou's throat, sending a shock through Sento's stomach, his dick twitching and leaking in response. He rubbed at the head and pleasure wracked through his thigh muscles, and a distant part of his brain realized he was close, he was so close just from sucking Banjou's dick and being looked at and praised while he did it, something he didn't know he needed but sent his head spinning with arousal.
He pulled off and stroked his partner quickly, looking up through the haze of the steamy bathroom to make eye contact. It was clear Banjou was on the edge, and all he needed was one more push.
"Come on," he coaxed, and Banjou whined, eyes barely open as Sento stared at him. Throwing caution to the wind, he abandoned any pretense of a filter. "Come for me, okay? I want it, Banjou."
The effect was immediate. Banjou's eyes fluttered closed as he thrusted into Sento's hand once, twice, and let out a low groan as he came, cock pulsing, thick spurts of come erupting from him, one even catching Sento on the cheek and dripping down his jaw as his wet hair dripped with it. It seemed to last forever, Banjou's hips thrusting into his hand as he gasped and panted and shook. When he seemed to be coming down, Sento leaned forward and licked the head of his cock again, savoring the heady taste of the other man's release. Banjou's cock twitched one last time in response, softening slightly on his tongue but never fully losing firmness.
Banjou opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of Sento and the remains of his come washing down his cheek with the spray of the shower. He breathed out a shaky swear and sank to his knees, dick bobbing and brushing against Sento's sensitive length as he joined him on the hard tile floor. Without hesitation he drove forward and kissed Sento, hot and messy, moaning loudly, grabbing blindly down towards his cock.
Sento exhaled harshly through his nose as Banjou wrapped his fingers around him and stroked firmly. His vision went white between the stimulation on his dick, and the tongue probing the depths of his mouth, and he could already feel his balls tightening up, he could burst at any moment, he just needed a little more...
Banjou broke the kiss, and Sento rested his head on his shoulder, gasping and looking down at where Banjou held him. Between the image of the tight lines of Banjou's forearm flexing as he jerked him off, and scarred, calloused fingers playing with the weeping head of his flushed cock, he was on the brink. Those hands could break him in half, he knew it, had seen Banjou break an iron chain with his bare hands, but Banjou was so careful and gentle, had the perfect pressure on the upstroke, his other hand wrapped around the back of Sento's neck and squeezing every so slightly-
"Hn- Banjou, I'm-"
Before he could even complete the thought, his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave. With an intensity that left him unable to keep his eyes open, his hips jerked into his Banjou's palm and he could distantly hear himself crying out with each pulse of pleasure. His cock jerked violently as he spurted over and over again, brushing up against Banjou's muscular abdomen with every flex, heightening the sensations and sending heat straight through his thighs and gut.
As he came back to himself, he lifted his head from Banjou's shoulder and brushed his hair out of his face, flushing a little. He met the younger man's eyes and was only slightly thrown off by the depth of arousal still written on Banjou's face. He glanced back down to see Banjou's cock was stiff and thick again, hanging almost perpendicular to his body with the weight of itself.
"Well, fuck," he said bluntly, and Banjou snorted,
"Yeah, well," Banjou looked away, biting his lower lip slightly. "You were really sexy just now, what do you expect?"
A flutter ran down Sento's spine at the open praise, and before he could respond, Banjou continued.
"I can take care of this one by myself, you can go ahead and wash up first."
Sento thought of Banjou, alone in the tiled stall, fisting his soapy cock and tweaking his own nipples as he thrust into his own hand, likely thinking about Sento himself, and his blood burned a little hotter in response. Gods.
"Good idea. Maybe there are actually brains in there after all." he teased, ignoring his own already growing arousal yet again. He needed as much time of clarity as he could get, and being close to Banjou would only serve to make the symptoms worse faster. It was the smart thing to do, he told himself, even if his cock was saying otherwise.
Sento splayed himself out on the bed, sighing as the cool sheets hit his heated skin, damp hair leaving dark trails on the white pillowcase. Though the effects of the pollen seemed to dissipate temporarily after an orgasm, leaving him more capable of thinking clearly and assessing the situation, it seemed to come back with a vengeance faster and faster. It had been barely 10 minutes since he had quickly scrubbed off in lukewarm water and left the shower to dry off, and yet he could already feel himself heating up, feel the tendrils of arousal tighten themselves around his abdomen, making his skin sensitive and his length stiff and leaky. Head hazy, he palmed his dick while absently wondering how Banjou would feel after getting off back to back like that; if the pollen would dissipate from his system faster or if it would only exacerbate the symptoms when they came back.
As if on cue, Banjou emerged from the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, damp hair swept back from his face neatly. As he approached the small bed, he took in Sento's pale, thin limbs and flat stomach, and rolled his eyes.
"You're shameless, at least put a sheet over yourself."
"I haven't been a person long enough to understand shame," Sento said, and rolled over so his chest was pressed on the cool sheets, "Besides, it's hot in here."
Banjou approached the desk and grabbed a banana, peeling it with a rapid efficiency and taking two huge bites at once. His cheeks puffed out, red face, and shirtlessness all contributed to such a hilarious image that Sento couldn't stop himself from laughing out loud. His body shook a little with the force of his giggles and Banjou looked confused, chewing and swallowing quickly.
"What the hell is so funny?" he demanded, stuffing the rest of the banana into his mouth and grabbing the water bottle to wash it down.
"You really do look like a monkey sometimes." His nostrils flared before he tilted his head back, drinking down two thirds of the water bottle in a single go. Finishing it off with a loud smack of his lips and putting it down, he wiped his mouth with the back of his arm. Sento's eyes tracked the flex of his bicep, appreciated the way his defined abdomen tapered into a neat 'v' shape that disappeared under the edge of the towel. A tent was formed below, where his dick was undeniably still hard.
He rolled back over, letting his gaze drift back to his partner's face. Sento gripped the head of his cock a little tighter as their eyes met. Pupils blown, Banjou dropped the towel from his waist, the thickness of his length jutting out from his body proudly. He climbed into the bed, shoving one knee between Sento's legs and hovering over him; his hands on either side of Sento's head as he bent down to kiss him. A brief brush of their lips evolved into something deeper, Banjou stroking his tongue so deep it felt like a claim of ownership. Did kissing always feel like this? Was it the effect of the flowers, or was it the natural chemistry between the two of them? His thoughts spiraled around his mind, as Banjou pulled back ever so slightly, the warmth of their breaths mixing in the air between them.
"Is this-" Banjou started, but seemingly couldn't finish, and he kissed Sento again with more urgency, somehow wetter and hotter than before. Despite the shower, he still had that low, spicy scent, unmasked by the flowery soap, and inhaling it only made Sento even dizzier. Did he smell the same to Banjou?
Banjou broke the kiss, panting, turning his head to one side and visibly steeling himself.
"It's getting harder to think," he gritted out, as though speaking was costing him a great deal of concentration, "and I just want to make sure you're okay with this, I know you've never-" He shook his head and bent down to scrape his teeth across Sento's clavicle, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good."
Sento arched his back off the bed ever so slightly, hypersensitive skin reacting to the warm ghost of breath and the roughness of the kiss and sending goosebumps all across his chest; his nipples hardened rapidly at the intense sensation and a desperate thought skittered across his mind of how he wanted Banjou's mouth on them. His cheeks and eyelids were so hot when he closed his eyes, he noted, and even that heat was starting to feel good. A floaty, heated feeling was wrapping around his thoughts, making them slippery and hard to grasp.
"Banjou," he said (and when did his voice get so breathy?), "you really have no idea, huh."
He knew he needed to be more explicit to quell Banjou's anxiety, but it was just so funny in the moment that there could still be any question what he wanted. Banjou was steadfast in getting his consent to the very end, as best he could, and for that he endlessly respected him.
"I want you," he breathed out, wrapping one arm around Banjou's neck and pulling him back up for yet another heated kiss. "I've wanted you since the day we first met."
A low moan left Banjou's throat as Sento boldly pulled his hand lower, between his legs, skimming Banjou's fingers across his inner thighs and even higher, brushing past the smooth skin of his balls to his entrance.
"And I may not have been with anyone yet, but that doesn't mean I've never touched myself before," he whispered, "I know exactly what I'm asking for."