Karamatsu's last client of the day was pretty rough with him. But he gave him a huge tip, so I guess it worked out. Besides, he had some gentle love coming once he got home.

He unlocked the door to his new apartment. He'd only lived there about three months.

"Tadaima!" he called out, stripping off his sweater and shoes. He excitedly rushed from the living area to the kitchen, smiling brightly at what he saw.

Ichimatsu was concentrating on cooking their dinner. It looked like chicken stir fry tonight. He must not have heard Karamatsu announce his return.

About a month after their encounter at the love hotel, they'd both canceled their leases on their individual apartments and got one together, halfway between their workplaces. Although technically, Karamatsu's 'workplace' was dependent on the client, he did tend to prefer the same hotel unless requested otherwise.

Yes, Karamatsu kept his job as a sex worker. Ichimatsu was still working at the new cat cafe, overtime, as with his former job. While he did make plenty enough to support them both on his own, Karamatsu still made at least triple what he did.

Most people, Karamatsu included, would've thought that Ichimatsu would force him to quit his job, but he didn't. He didn't look down on Karamatsu for his line of work. He even comforted him when he had a bad day at work.

It was lovely. Perfect, really. Someday, the two would have so much saved up, they could go anywhere, do anything! And if Karamatsu wanted to keep working this job, well, who was Ichimatsu to tell him no? He trusted Karamatsu completely.

Karamatsu sneaked behind his brother, then embraced him around the middle, causing him to let out a surprised yelp.

"Nii-san! You scared me!"

"Apologies, love. I thought you heard me come in~"

"No, you didn't. You did that on purpose," Ichimatsu pouted, trying to sound annoyed.

Karamatsu chuckled in his ear, "Maybe."

"Did you have a good day at work?"

Karamatsu sighed. "The last client left bruises. What a brute. At least he gave a large tip."

Finishing up cooking, Ichimatsu took the food off the burner, turning it off. He set down the spoon and turned to face his lover, hands landing on his hips.

"Ahh… more marks for me to kiss away… or cover up?"

Karamatsu smirked, pulling his darling closer. "Whatever you like, my dear. But! Dinner first. It smells divine!"

The meal was served and consumed. The dishes, however, were barely deposited into the sink before hands began groping and roaming. The two stumbled into the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing behind, to be recovered later.

Hot kisses traveled Karamatsu's body everywhere they could get as he was guided to lay down on the bed. Ichimatsu located every bruise he hadn't been the cause of and kissed them, sucking deeper marks into them, making them his own. He wasn't possessive, but being the one to mark up his older brother gave him a sense of accomplishment.

Hands wound their way into his hair, tugging lightly. He allowed himself to be guided away from the darkened bruise on his brother's hip, and up to his lips. Leaning in for another series of kisses, his hands wandered the elder's body, it was so perfect, he couldn't help but admire it every time. Absorbing himself in the deep kisses with light pecks and nips sprinkled in, he almost forgot he had work to do.

His touch wandered down Karamatsu's sides, past his hips, and along his legs, gripping his thighs and spreading them apart. Although prep work was hardly necessary after a long day of work, he liked to be safe. Karamatsu must've read his mind, as a bottle was pushed into his hand from beneath the pillow before he even asked for it. He poured some on his fingers and warmed it up, approaching the familiar pucker.

The first two fingers slid in together easily, and Karamatsu moaned softly into the kiss. Ichimatsu pulled away from him to better watch his face. As he twisted and scissored his fingers, Karamatsu continued releasing sounds, a look of unfiltered adoration on his face, and Ichimatsu knew his own look must've mirrored it.

"I love you," he whispered, sliding in a third finger. Karamatsu moaned loudly at the combination of the sensations and words.

"I-Ichimatsu… I love you so much…" He fisted the sheets when Ichimatsu's fingers brushed his sweet spot, breaths coming out in huffs. "Please, my love, please. Give me what I want."

Any other day he'd play longer, make his brother beg, turn him into a whimpering mess with just his hands. But he decided to go easy on him today.

Well, somewhat at least.

Slicking up his cock and positioning himself, he reminded himself that on days when Karamatsu mentioned a client being particularly rough with him, he'd seem to prefer slow, loving sex. And while fucking him into the mattress and making him scream was always fun, he knew what the other wanted today. So, he'd get it.

He pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of sinking into the heat of his beloved brother. The stuttered moaning told him the other was enjoying the feeling of being entered as well. He left one hand on Karamatsu's hip, the other finding his shoulder, dragging his fingers gently along his arm, and reaching his hand, entwining their fingers.

Slow, steady thrusts to start off, Ichimatsu wondered how long he could hold out today. Of course he wouldn't subject his lover to a brutal fucking today, but he'd eventually switch to harder thrusts when he'd lose his control. How long would that take?

Apparently, Karamatsu once again thought the same thing. After only minutes of this shallow pace, he began rolling his hips to get his brother deeper into him, groaning in pleasure when he'd brush that spot inside him.

"Ichimatsu~ You're holding back for me aren't you? You're so kind, I love you so much. Ah, you feel so good! Mh, I know you want more, you've been gentle, you can go harder if you want, I know you want to. Come on, Love. I want you to feel good."

Ichimatsu grunted, shifting his grip back to Karamatsu's hips, adjusting his angle, and spearing into him as deep as he could. Karamatsu let out a shriek, hands scrambling to grip the sheets again. Ichimatsu pulled out and thrusted back in, pace quickening until he lost it.

"I love you, I love you, fuck, Karamatsu!"

He gripped Karamatsu's dick and started pumping in time with his thrusts to the best of his ability, wanting Karamatsu to finish first, for two reasons. One, he loved making Karamatsu come first, loved knowing he was taking care of him. Two, the feeling of Karamatsu clamping down around him, paired with his blissed out expression, was one of the best parts, almost guaranteed to send him over the edge within seconds.

This time was no different, the pressure on his cock caused by Karamatsu's orgasm had him coming inside him instantly.

The two caught their breaths, Ichimatsu pulling out to lay beside his lover. He gathered him up in his arms, tucking the other's head under his chin. Karamatsu giggled when Ichimatsu began peppering kisses atop his head, tilting back to give access to his lips.

Cleaning up could wait. He wanted to bask in this bliss.

Maybe this was why Ichimatsu didn't hold an issue with Karamatsu's work. His work was sex. But what the two of them had, this was love.