Together
Chapter Six
Love
Kawaki woke up with a pounding headache that was just a small piece of his hangover from hell. He was confused at first, didn't know where he was or what had happened, but then he realized he wasn't in his own apartment. He was at Hōki's. In Hōki's room. Alone. Hungover.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" He spat each word, louder and louder, sitting up and ignoring the pain lancing through his head and pulling on his hair hard. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He soon began panting, feeling panic rise up to an intensity that left a crushing weight on his chest.
He'd ruined everything. After over a year of sobriety, he'd thrown it all away. He hurt those closest to him too. Forgiveness wasn't even a possibility at this point and he was livid. The rage that boiled inside of him was frightening, all-consuming and dangerous. He was going to snap and he knew it, but he quickly searched his person for his stress ball. It wasn't there.
"Son of a bitch!" He thrashed in the bed, shoving the covers off of him and grabbing one of the pillows to throw it against the wall. Then he did it again and again. "Fucking idiot! Fuck!" Now everybody hated him. Even if he could somehow forgive himself—which he couldn't—they would never forgive him.
Kawaki really wanted to break something. The pillow wasn't doing it for him, yet he continued to slap it against the wall while cursing himself for everything he possibly could.
"Fuck," he eventually groaned when he tired himself out and flopped back down on the bed. "What the fuck is wrong with me…"
Inojin popped his head in not a second after the words left his mouth. His eyes flickered between Kawaki and the floor, still feeling guilty about everything. He was the true one at fault, but he didn't want to say anything about it and make things worse. He came in and walked over to the bed before climbing on, well aware of the mood the other man was in. Even still he silently placed the abused pillow in Kawaki's lap and then laid his head on it, curling in on himself.
"Inojin," Kawaki frowned and laid his hand over the boy's head. "Fuck, I'm sorry… I don't know how you don't hate me."
"But I'm the reason that-" The blond cut himself off and swallowed. "I love you. I'll always love you. You're there for me no matter what and I can never repay you for it, you're my family."
"You're too much. I love you too. You know that, right?" He had to know, Kawaki really needed him to. Even after everything he'd put him through.
Inojin gave him a smile. "I know."
"You crazy little shit… you've already forgiven me, haven't you?"
His smile widened. "Maybe."
"I don't know what I did to deserve you guys… and yet I keep putting you through hell." He sighed and curled his arm under his head so he had a better angle to look at Inojin. "I really fucked up last night."
Inojin would never say it out loud, but that was certainly an understatement. "It wasn't your finest moment . . . but everyone struggles sometimes . . . Iwabe and I are the worst . . ."
"No you're not." Kawaki sighed again. "You never hurt anyone… ever. Neither does he."
"That's not the point." He said and started to play with Kawaki's pant leg. "The thing I have to work on isn't not hurting people, it's dealing with people in general. Chocho's been sober for five years . . . and Sumire's been clean for three . . . they continue to strive and you and Metal and Hōki are getting there." His improvement wasn't nearly as much as theirs. "You're better at dealing with your problems and working on them than me." It wasn't like Inojin was trying to make things about him, but all of this was a result of his lack of development.
"Yeah, totally. I just fuck people up, including myself. Get back on the hard shit, make my friends cry and get myself locked up. I'm a fucking saint. Praise me."
Well when he put it like that . . . "You know what I meant." He mumbled quietly. "I'm not excusing what you did, but I get it."
"It's not your fault, Inojin. I know you think it is, but it's really not. If I was smart, I would have just gotten you out of there. But I'm not… I had to lose it, as usual." He rolled his eyes at himself and grunted after a sharp pain in his head reminded him of his mistakes. "Shikadai is probably going to hit me harder than Boruto did." He frowned when he thought of Boruto, unable to remember him leaving. "I guess he did leave, huh…"
Inojin sat up, trying to take his words to heart while he commented, "He's in the living room."
"Boruto is?" Kawaki asked, grey eyes widening. He sat up as well, forgetting the pain for a minute. "What did he say?"
"Well . . ." Inojin trailed, not sure if he should tell him. "It's been an eventful afternoon."
"Fuck." Kawaki groaned and rolled over into his side. "No way I'm going to show myself to him after everything. He hates me."
"If he did, he would have left." Inojing pointed out. "Especially after almost setting fire to . . . I mean . . ."
"Fire? What? What happened?" Kawaki sat back up worriedly, ready to show himself after all.
Maybe it would be better to tell Kawaki, maybe he could help. "He tried to make us something to eat and wouldn't let us help. Hōki had to beg him to get out of the kitchen . . . he's been refusing to let us help with anything."
"Damn stubborn ass." He huffed and got out of bed, rubbing his temples. "I'll set him straight."
Inojin didn't envy him. "Good luck."
It didn't sound like Inojin had a lot of faith, but Kawaki ignored it and walked out of the bedroom, padding down the short hallway and into the living room. Boruto was sitting on the couch, an angry pout contorting his whole face. It shouldn't have been so cute, but… it was Boruto. Hōki was sitting in the chair across from him, looking scared. Kawaki gave him an apologetic look as he moved to sit beside the pouty blond. Boruto knew he was there, but he had nothing to say to the other man. When the blond had woken up, everything seemed just as bad as before he slept. Perhaps even worse due to his short fuse. Everything was irritating him and he tried not to let it, but it was useless.
He was dropping things, running into furniture, setting food on fire and refusing to let the little ones help him. He couldn't control it . . . he couldn't control anything . . . not his feelings, not Kawaki, not his future and not his sight. He felt like he was back at square one, but he wasn't breaking things or yelling despite how frustrated he was. Regardless, he didn't want help and he didn't give a fuck where his cane was at the moment. Instead he reached forward to grab his glass of water only to knock it over on the floor. Perfect. As if things weren't bad enough, why not add to the list?
Kawaki was quick to lean forward and pick up the glass, handing it off to Hōki while Inojin came over silently with a towel to dry the water from the floor. Kawaki could feel the frustration pouring off Boruto, even worse than his own, but he didn't hesitate after that to link his fingers with the blond's.
"I'm sorry I made you so mad… but I get it. I'm mad too." He told him truthfully, speaking as softly as he could. "I fucked up, said some shit and then held you hostage. I was wrong. As usual."
Boruto stood up. "I think I'll get another glass of water."
Kawaki pulled him back down. "Hōki is already getting it."
"I can do it myself." Boruto told him and stood back up again.
Kawaki snatched him right back onto the couch. "I know you can, but I want to talk! Shit."
"Well I want to get my own damn glass of water and I'm going to!" So much for not yelling.
"Fucking try me and see if I don't lay on top of your little ass. You won't be doing anything after that." Kawaki threatened.
Boruto snorted and yanked his hand free, standing up for a third time. Kawaki had had it at this point, so he did just what he threatened to do, forcing Boruto back onto the couch, onto his back and then laid over him with most of his weight.
The blond struggled beneath him. "Get—off of me!"
"Nope."
Once again, Boruto wasn't in control. "You are so infuriating!"
"If you're gonna hit me again, try to avoid the right side." Kawaki grumbled.
"You think I won't?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer. "Let me up. I want . . . I want to . . ." I want to do something for myself without relying on others.
"Just fucking hit me already if it will make you feel better. I want to talk to you… please. So just get it over with."
Boruto really couldn't stand him. "Fine . . . talk."
"I know I can't change what happened. I made a lot of mistakes and… I really don't expect you to forgive me. But I want you to know that… I'm going to listen to you. I won't do anything like that… what I was trying to do, I mean. I'm going to accept things for what they are, even if it's hard… and I want you to still be my friend, if it's possible."
Boruto didn't understand . . . he was suddenly changing his mind? Just how much had the alcohol and drugs played into his behavior this morning? It didn't make sense when beforehand he had already planned to leave Boruto with nothing but a key and some memories. But maybe . . . maybe . . .
"And when you get out of jail? What then?" He asked, almost inaudibly. Had Kawaki truly changed his mind, was he really affected by what happened between them?
"I hope… maybe we can try again. I want to cook with you again… and paint and other things. A lot of things. If you haven't forgotten about me by then… I want to make more good memories with you."
Boruto brought up his hand and touched the left side of Kawaki's face, lightly smacking his cheek. "That's for putting me through hell." He said and then pulled him down into a soft kiss. "And that's for staying with me."
"Thanks." Kawaki smiled. "Do it again."
The blond gave him a small smile of his own, tugging him down into another kiss. Kawaki hummed against his lips, but didn't linger too long. He wanted to—oh, he really wanted to. But he needed a shower and a toothbrush. So he kissed Boruto's cheek a few times instead and then shifted to move off of him. The shorter man sat up, admittingly missing the weight on top of him. So Boruto couldn't control everything . . . but perhaps he could control some things and it wasn't pointless to try.
"Come home with me," Kawaki suggested as he stared into those alluring blue eyes.
"For today?" Boruto asked, raising a brow. It was practically night time already since they slept most of the day away.
"For the weekend… at least." Kawaki corrected.
"Oh . . ." He thought it over for a moment, but knew he would end up agreeing. "Alright, but I'll need to pick up some clothes and stuff from home."
"Okay… do you have any idea where my car is?" Kawaki asked carefully and Hōki snorted, giving away his position behind the couch alongside Inojin. "I guess you know, Hōki?"
"It's in the parking garage." He answered. "I drove us from the club back to here… remember?"
"No, actually, I don't." Kawaki muttered shamefully.
Boruto raised both eyebrows this time. "The club?"
Kawaki's face fell and he averted his eyes. "A lot happened…"
That was . . . concerning. "Do I want to know?" Better yet, "Should I know?"
"Yeah, you should!" Hōki said quickly. "When Kawaki gets in his head and wants to turn to that shit, he always ends up in one of three clubs. Or all three is he doesn't find what he's looking for."
Inojin could see where this was going and went to get the other blond's cane and sunglasses.
"Right . . . how about you walk me down, Hōki, and you and Inojin tell me all about it." Boruto suggested as he got up.
"What the hell? You're leaving me? I thought you were coming with me…"
"I am." Boruto said as he accepted his things from Inojin. "But Hōki is going to help me downstairs." This was one of the few times he didn't mind the extra aid.
"But I want to help you." Kawaki pouted.
Boruto put on his shades, but didn't extend his cane. Kawaki was the one that usually helped him so he understood the protest. "Well . . . I guess you can as long as the little ones still come with us."
"Okay." He got up, knowing it was best just to agree. Boruto took hold of his arm and the four of them all walked out together. On the walk, Kawaki held his tongue, knowing it truly was best for Boruto to know all his secrets. It was why he'd told Hōki and Inojin to begin with.
"We found him at Karma last night. He was already wasted and found a connection. We tried the other two places first, which took up a lot of time so he'd been out there for a few hours before we found him. He knows where to go when he wants things. I even tried to fight that sick bastard, for selling bad drugs to our Kawaki." Hōki huffed poutily. "I haven't seen him like that in a long time, and when he gets like that… all he wants is more."
Inojin nodded in agreement. "Getting him into the car was the hardest part."
"I'm surprised and impressed you two managed it." Boruto said.
"If I hadn't swiped the drugs from Kawaki, we would have never gotten him out of there. I had to wrestle him for so long. My whole body hurts today!" Hōki went on dramatically.
Once again Inojin nodded in agreement. "I gave him a massage, he was so tense and knotted up."
"So that's what you were doing when I came in." Boruto put together.
"We were fighting over the drugs!" Hōki explained. "Yeah, Kawaki was so mad. So, so mad. Thank goodness you showed up."
The blond didn't know about that . . . Kawaki had a deeper and older connection with those two. Boruto wasn't sure how much help he ended up being, but he was glad Kawaki seemed to finally get it. "Your neighbors probably hate us."
"Nobody cares about them," Hōki rolled his eyes. "All that matters is we got to Kawaki before he could do any worse."
"Yeah." Inojin chimed in.
Boruto didn't say anything, but he held onto the taller man's arm tighter as he smiled. They said goodbye to Hoki and Inojin before they got into Kawaki's car and then headed to Boruto's place so he could pack a bag. Himawari wasn't home just yet, having to stay a little later and missing the chance to finally met her brother's friend. There was no rush seeing how the blond planned to keep the grey eyed man in his life for a long time. The ride to Kawaki's place was completed in silence. Kawaki has a lot to think about, a lot of guilt gnawing at him and also the picture of Boruto moving around so easily in his own apartment fresh in his mind. It really made him happy to see the blond doing things, because he understood just how important that was to Boruto.
When they arrived, Kawaki grabbed Boruto's bag and helped him out of the car, taking his hand as usual. They still kept their silence on their way inside and then Kawaki finally released him. He didn't want to, but he wanted Boruto to have his independence and do as he pleased. The blond went about learning each and every room though he knew he wouldn't get them all right away. It would take a little time to familiarize himself with the apartment, but he would do his best and had a good grip on the layout. Kawaki went to take a shower as he continued to roam and he stood in the hallway when he was finished, right in between the other man's bedroom and the guest room. He debated with himself for a long couple of minutes before he got his bag and put it in Kawaki's room.
Then he unpacked a little, deciding he would shower too. His nose was filled with the smell of Kawaki's soap when the bathroom door opened and tried not to think about if he was wearing a towel or a robe.
"Whoa, shit, wasn't expecting you to be there." Kawaki laughed softly. "Oh well… I'm uh… completely covered. Nothing to worry about."
Boruto wondered for a brief second why he bothered trying to lie when he had told him before it was useless. It was obvious in his voice, but he wished Kawaki hadn't said anything at all. His cheeks flushed and he didn't know whether to curse his blindness or bless it.
"Mind if I go in next?" He asked, holding his things in his arms and relieved he didn't stutter.
"Go ahead… you got it… right?" He wasn't sure if he wanted to help or not, but there was no way he could let himself get inappropriate.
"Yeah." Boruto nodded and reached out to feel for the wall, dropping his shampoo bottle in the process. He bent down to pick it up and his scented soap fell as well, making him curse under his breath. It had nothing to do with his flustered state. Not even a little.
"I got it." Kawaki said, coming over a little too close. Did he need to be so close? Had he even put anything on? No… Boruto would have heard it. He grabbed the shampoo and soap before standing back up and handing them out. "Here,"
The blond tentatively reached forward, taking one item at a time. "Thanks . . . . . maybe just lead me to the door?" He asked in order to prevent any more clumsiness.
"Sure," Kawaki smiled and moved his hand to Boruto's back as he ushered him towards the open bathroom door. He walked him inside too, explaining where everything was on his way to the shower. He pulled his hand away from Boruto's back to open the shower door. "It's open here. I'll hang you a towel up. Need anything else?"
"No, I'm all set."
"Okay, cool. If you need me, just call me…"
Kawaki breathed a sigh of relief once he was outside of the bathroom. He left the door cracked, not so he could sneak a peek because he would never do that, but so he would be able to hear Boruto better in case he needed something. The shower turned on just a moment later and Kawaki walked to his dresser, deciding to put on a pair of joggers over his briefs but nothing more. Then he sat on his bed to wait.
Boruto's shower took around fifteen minutes and Kawaki waited patiently the whole time, though he couldn't stop imagining the blond in his shower… naked. He didn't even know how this happened really, but he was definitely happy about it. When Boruto came out, he was dressed in purple pajamas with pink penguins all over them. His hair was still damp and a total mess, cheeks flushed and god he was the cutest thing Kawaki had ever seen.
"Feeling better?" He asked, clearing his throat when he noticed the shift in his voice.
"Yeah." Boruto said and then added, "I left some of my stuff in there. Try not to move any of it around so I can find it later, okay?"
"Got it. I won't touch anything." He promised as he got to his feet. "Come here, let's go eat something."
Boruto smiled and padded over towards his voice, happily taking his hand. "Are we going to make it together? Cooking lesson number two?" Or date number two . . .
"You bet. I was thinking a chicken and beef stir fry." Kawaki suggested as he guided Boruto along with him.
"Sounds good and I'm hungry."
"Me too, still have a damn headache too." Kawaki hoped food would be the thing to get rid of it. When they made it to the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out the meat and vegetables, handing the meat to Boruto while he took care of the vegetables. "I'll go ahead and get these ready while you wash those."
The blond turned on the cold water once he found the sink. "I'm on it."
"Thanks." Kawaki smiled, happy to see Boruto calm and at ease. He just wanted to do things and Kawaki understood that. "Well, here come the tears." He mused as he got started with the onions. "I hope you'll cheer me up once I start crying."
"As long as you don't bring them over here." Boruto laughed, already able to catch a whiff of them.
"Fine, fine. I'll protect you." Kawaki sliced away, making quick work of the onions before sliding them aside and getting started on the bell peppers.
Boruto got to work washing the meat, taking his time to make sure he was doing a good job. Once Kawaki finished with the vegetables, he got out his largest pan and set it on the stove, then carried the vegetables over to the sink to be washed as well. They switched ingredients, so Kawaki could slice the meat finer. And soon the two of them had everything combined and cooking.
"Great thing about stir fry… it doesn't take long." Kawaki said as he pulled Boruto into the living room.
"It won't take long to eat either." Boruto promised, it smelled great.
"It sure won't." He agreed as he sat on the couch and tugged Boruto down into his lap.
The blond was caught off guard, especially when his hand came into contact with a bare and muscular chest. "W-where's your shirt?"
"Didn't want one." Kawaki answered, smirking at how flustered Boruto got from just that. So easily. "Problem?"
Yes. No. "You . . . could catch a cold or something." He said, well aware of how lame that sounded, but what was he supposed to say? And how was he not supposed to feel him up? Just a little bit . . .
"I'm always like this at home… and you're gonna be here all weekend, so you should get used to it."
Valid point . . . but there was no way Boruto was going to get used to this. "Are you saying you're going to walk around shirtless all the time?" He asked, hand trailing up the other man's peck.
"Yeah. You gonna complain?" Kawaki asked even though he doubted it. Even if he did complain, he wouldn't mean it.
"Wouldn't you cover up for any other guest? Just because I'm blind doesn't exclude me." Boruto told him, hand coming back down to feel those abs. "With that logic you might as well walk around naked." He said and then realized that was basically an open invitation. "Please don't do that."
"It's just about my comfort." Kawaki said, shuddering slightly as the gentle touch gave him chill bumps. "I won't go naked, you might accidentally feel something you can't forget."
Boruto blushed hard and decided that maybe his little groping session wasn't the smartest idea in this position. He should stop . . . in a minute. "Shut up."
"I'm just saying, accidents happen… though it probably wouldn't be an accident." He couldn't stop grinning now, especially seeing those cheeks so wonderfully flushed.
"Well that wouldn't be because of me." Boruto muttered.
"Mmhmm. Sure. I mean, I wouldn't even mind… though I do think you should feel the rest of me first."
Someone was enjoying themselves. "I think not."
"Mmhmm." Kawaki watched his face while Boruto continued to feel around his body. "I was just talking about my face, by the way… you know, so you can figure out how ugly I am."
The blond scoffed, not believing it nor caring if he actually was. "Since you insist." He said and reluctantly stopped his exploring. Then he brought both hands up to Kawaki's face and started mapping out his features. He felt over his jaw and lips, his nose and his ears to paint a picture in his mind. His thumbs traced over his eyebrows and along his forehead, gently touching over his closed eyes. " . . . What's this? A heartbreaker?" Boruto whispered, smiling.
"What gave you that idea?" Kawaki chuckled.
"Striking, attractive features and the fact that I already like you."
"I'm glad you don't think I'm ugly… but I'm not out to break any hearts. Especially not yours." Kawaki assured him.
Boruto touched their foreheads together, glad to hear it. Then he addressed the cold pieces of metal he had felt. "All those piercings too. You have an image or something, tough guy?"
"No, not really. I just like it… have some tattoos too."
Boruto's smile turned into a wide grin. "Fancy."
Kawaki laughed. "Fancy? I don't think so." He said as he got up, easily maneuvering Boruto with him. "It's just me I guess."
"Yeah, I think it suits you." Boruto agreed, holding on to him. "Why are you carrying me?"
"Well, after I got up, I didn't want to put you down." He shrugged, but did so once they were standing before the stove. He handed Boruto the wooden spoon and held him back while he removed the lid, keeping him from getting burnt by the steam. "Okay, go ahead." He said once it was safe, releasing him.
The shorter man thought he was sweet even if it was a little embarrassing. "Time to put the stir in stir fry." He said as he put the spoon into the pan, moving it around.
"Shit, it smells so good. I'm starving." Kawaki said, mouth watering. It wouldn't be much longer now.
"There won't be any leftovers here." Boruto chuckled. "Just don't go eating too much like you did last time."
"Good luck stopping me. I'm gonna be a miserable bitch after this." And he was nothing short of ecstatic about it. "I swear I can already taste it. Looks great, maybe only a few more minutes with the lid on."
Boruto shook his head at him, but agreed about letting it sit for a little longer. Kawaki placed the lid back over the pan while Boruto set the spoon aside and then they stood there in a comfortable silence, embracing each other while waiting for the food to finish up. Five minutes later and they were seated at the bar, each with their own hefty serving. Kawaki near moaned at the first taste of it.
"Fuck, it's better than I expected." He said, not caring one bit if his mouth was full.
"From the sound of it, you're going to be regretting this for sure." Boruto knew he was going to stuff himself silly.
"It will be happy regrets. I promise." He said, mouth already full of his second bite.
Happy, but oh so miserable. The blond dug in as well and was just as taken with the taste. He had to admit, they made a good team. The delicious stir fry was gone in no time at all and the pair soon settled back in the living room like a couple of couch potatoes. Kawaki laid back on the couch, stretching while snatching Boruto down on top of him.
"I think I overdid it a bit." He grumbled. "Sleepy now." Sleepy enough to keep his eyes closed and he inhaled the sweet, soothing scent of Boruto's shampoo.
Boruto wasn't surprised and had in fact called it. "A nap then." He hummed, liking the idea himself. "You're warm." And comfy.
"You're soft. I like it." Kawaki smiled sleepily. "It's still early though… shouldn't we stay up a bit longer so we actually sleep all night?"
"Eh . . ." He couldn't be bothered and closed his eyes as well. "I'd rather use you as a pillow."
"You still can… just saying, we could… talk or listen to music or do other things."
"Too late, I'm already sleeping."
"You won't wake up until morning!" Kawaki whined loudly.
Boruto smiled as his hand ran up the other man's side, part of him wanting to feel more and the other part wanting to see if he was ticklish. "If you go to sleep too then we'll both sleep until morning. Problem solved."
"I'll never be able to sleep if you keep it up." Kawaki mumbled, not that he was complaining. He quite liked those soft hands on him.
Boruto giggled at the tone of his voice. "Your fault for putting it out here."
"Well I didn't know you wouldn't be able to control yourself." He smiled, admittingly happy about it. "Maybe we should get in bed instead."
Boruto stopped himself from jumping to any conclusions. "I don't want to get up though."
"It's okay, I'll carry you." Kawaki cooed, sitting the two of them up with ease before shuffling off the couch, lifting Boruto along. "Baby."
"I am not." The blond huffed, refusing to acknowledge the heat in his cheeks. "I was just cozy."
"Like a baby." Kawaki snickered as he carried Boruto down the hallway and into his bedroom. After he laid him on the bed, he settled himself beside him, tucking his arm around the blond and keeping him close.
Boruto rested his face in his neck, not caring if he was hiding. "No."
"Yes. Baby." Kawaki's smile widened into a grin.
"No. Fuck you." He said and poked him in the stomach.
"Oh, no. I could fuck you though." Kawaki licked his lips, feeling smug.
Boruto's face really flamed this time, but he wasn't going to give the man the satisfaction of physical retaliation. "Proud of that one, aren't you?"
"Hey, don't be mad because I'm stating the facts. Besides, you would love it."
The shorter man wiggled around in his hold until his back was to the other man. "Sorry, can't hear you. Sleeping."
"Running away from me?" Kawaki rolled over with him, spooning his smaller frame happily. Oh, this position he liked. "Don't be scared."
Boruto's heart was pounding like crazy. "Who's running?"
"You," he answered in a hushed tone after settling his lips at the back of Boruto's neck. His hand started roaming up and down his arm too. He just couldn't help it.
"No I'm not." He insisted, excitement building up in his stomach. "I'm dodging, catch me if you can."
"But I already have you." Kawaki reminded him, hand moving from his arm to his side and then slipped under his top.
Well, if they were speaking technically, "So you do. Doesn't mean I'm going to play nice."
"Why not? I'm nice… you should be too." His voice came out a little lower as he felt up Boruto's warm, smooth skin.
"Don't feel like it." Boruto said, arching back into the taller man's groin.
Kawaki's breath hitched at the move, having not been expecting it. "Naughty then?" Kawaki asked, wondering just how Boruto was when it came to things like this. He wanted to find out.
A mix of both was more his nature, but he was more than happy to take Kawaki along for the ride. "Only one way to find out."
"I'm looking to learn." Kawaki said, gliding his hand up Boruto's subtle abs under his shirt. His excitement was growing, making him flex his hips the tiniest bit. Shit, it had been a while.
Boruto rocked against the movement, wanting to feel those large hands all over him. "You'll pick it up quick enough, don't worry."
Kawaki wasn't sure if he'd make it long enough to learn, because fuck he wanted Boruto. He wanted him bad enough to strip him right away and just ravish him, but he wouldn't. That wouldn't be right, no matter how badly he wanted him. It would be so much better if they took things slow. Still, his hand moved a little quicker, having the desperate urge to feel him everywhere. Soon, he was working his way back down, having no intention of stopping at his waistband.
Boruto knew it was coming but still gasped as fingers slipped into his underwear. The heat between their bodies was so much hotter now, the way he fit against him so tantalizing. The blond leaned further back, fisting the blanket as he hooked one leg around the other man's. His already high senses made each caress that much more intense and he moaned at the simplest touch to his cock. It didn't help that it had been a long time since he was intimate, not even touching himself.
"Fuck, you want it too, huh? You're so hard." Kawaki couldn't believe this was really happening.
The husky voice in his ear was really doing it for him. "I want it. Touch me more."
Kawaki wouldn't need to be told twice. He was all too happy to be able to feel him like this, to know how turned on he was. His hand that had just been ghosting up and down his shaft wrapped around it, slowly moving up and down. His lips pressed several kisses to Boruto's neck before he started sucking on it gently. The blond's breathing faltered and his hips moved in time with his hand. It felt like too many things were going on at once and yet not enough, the soft pull of lips and wet tongue making him melt. He was going to burn up at this rate. He released the blanket and unbuttoned his shirt, popping them open with a practiced ease.
Kawaki loved how eager he was, how his cock throbbed in his hand, every soft little whimper that escaped him. He didn't want to stop as much as Boruto wanted him to continue. However, he did want more. Forcing his mouth away from that perfect skin, Kawaki panted heavily in his desired state and moved to get Boruto on his back so he could get on top of him.
"You look so fucking good right now."
Boruto turned red for the upthm time, actually able to feel Kawaki's eyes on him. "Don't . . . don't stare." He said in his embarrassment, reaching for him. "Come here. Let me feel you."
Kawaki leaned down over him, connecting their lips in a hungry and passionate kiss, giving Boruto the opportunity to touch as he pleased while he continued to stroke the blond's length. The blue eyed man moaned into his mouth and carded a hand through his hair. His fingers trailed along a toned back, nails scratching Kawaki's shoulder blades and lower back on a particularly curved stroke. He welcomed and thrived under the weight above him as he struggled to focus. He wanted to be closer, he kissed him harder, but it didn't last long. The skillful and deliberate touch suddenly tightened around him and Boruto broke the kiss with a surprised yelp before he bit Kawaki's shoulder.
Kawaki grunted and stroked him a little firmer while grinding his own erection against Boruto's thigh. The thick and heavy cock was making the shorter man clench in want and anticipation. He was going to come already at this rate, covering the taller man's shoulder in apologetic open mouthed kisses. Everything was driving Kawaki crazy. He was wanting for so much and yet couldn't stop what he was doing now. He wanted Boruto to come, he wanted to watch that cute face of his twist in ecstasy. However, he supposed it wouldn't do for Boruto to come with his bottoms still on, so he stopped just long enough to remove them.
The body laid out before him looked absolutely delicious and Kawaki wanted a taste. Settling himself on his front on the bed between Boruto's legs, he brought his mouth to his hip bone and placed an open mouthed kiss over it. The gentle touch of his lips had Boruto's length twitching right next to Kawaki's face and he pressed his right hand to Boruto's inner left thigh, spreading his legs apart. His kisses trailed downward, over his thigh from the top to the inside and then he turned his head to give the other leg the same attention.
The blond's head tossed and turned at the teasing and he grabbed onto whatever he could reach at his sides. "Don't . . . don't tease." He panted as his legs began to tremble.
Kawaki didn't intend to, he just wanted to take his time and make sure he really took care of Boruto and made him feel good. He was just so wanton and flawlessly flushed and looking as if he couldn't take anymore, so Kawaki relented and raised his head, opening his mouth to drag his parted lips over Boruto's pretty, pink cock. He was so hard, smaller than Kawaki, but so perfectly fitting for his body. He was absolutely gorgeous.
The warm breath over his member sent shivers all over his body and his hips twitched. "Kawaki." It was getting harder to breathe and the blue eyed man felt light headed, drunk off of all the sensations.
Knowing Boruto's sense of touch was more intense than most only made Kawaki want to give him more. He was just as affected as the blond was, hungrily dragging his tongue along the underside of his shaft from the base to the tip—taking him into his mouth and engulfing his cock in his hot, wet mouth without wasting another second. The blond moaned and flexed his thighs as his arousal skyrocketed. Immediately it was almost too much, sweet bliss running down all the way to his toes. A hand flew to Kawaki's hair out of desperation and he hoped his grip wasn't hurting his lover.
Feeling Boruto's cock pulsating as he sucked on it was making Kawaki even hotter than he already was and the taste of Boruto's essence had his own beginning to ooze from his tip. Boruto was squirming so much and tugging his hair so hard, Kawaki knew he wasn't going to last and he didn't want him to fall apart yet. Not until his cock was buried inside him.
Sucking his way back off of Boruto's length, Kawaki groaned when the blond pulled even harder on his hair, not wanting his mouth off of him. "Mm, Boruto… calm down for me." He breathed, mouthing at the tip of his member.
A whine left Boruto's throat. This hadn't gone the way he thought it would at all, he had no idea he would be reduced to a shuddering mess and so easily. He took a moment to catch his breath, but the mouth and tongue on his cock wasn't helping. "F-fuck . . . for once I'm glad I can't see you right now . . . the image would kill me."
"Nah, just make you come." Kawaki corrected, smirking as he gently grasped Boruto's hands and pulled them down from his head as soon as they released his hair. "Just stay still for me, okay?"
The blond nodded, but then thought better of his instant agreement. "I'll try, but . . . it depends on what you're going to do." He told him honestly.
Knowing it must be frustrating for him not to be able to see anything, Kawaki explained, "I'm going to grab my line from right here. I always keep it on my bedside table." He retrieved the bottle while he spoke, getting settled right back between Boruto's legs. "I don't want you to come until I'm inside you, so I'm going to get you ready for me."
"Oh." Boruto squeaked, but would never admit to doing so. Kawaki was certainly thorough in both his words and his actions. "Well then . . . carry on."
Carry on. Kawaki chuckled softly as he spread Boruto's legs further apart and marveled at the sight of his opening. He would have taken the time to enjoy looking a lot more, but he was too hungry to feel him and Boruto was far too needy to wait.
Warming up a generous amount of the lubricant, Kawaki looked to his lover's face when his fingers finally moved to his entrance, circling it and lathering the lube over it. It was tight, but Boruto was completely relaxed, wanting it, opening up for him easily. That soft voice was vibrating Kawaki's very being and his cock was darkening angrily, demanding attention so he didn't hesitate in pushing the first finger all the way in. That only made Boruto cry out louder, hips moving in the most sensual way to try and get more.
"Greedy little thing… I don't want to hurt you." Kawaki smiled, though he was working his finger around and around, in and out, stretching and stretching without going too far.
"S-sorry." Boruto stuttered as he moved his hand up to grip the pillows rather than reaching for Kawaki again. Once the taller man leaned back over and was inside of him though, he was fair game. The blond could feel every arch and caress of Kawaki's finger, making his head spin. "Feels . . . good." It was harder to talk than he would like to admit.
Kawaki hummed, saying nothing more as he concentrated on getting to the second finger, and eventually his third. By then Boruto was panting heavily and near thrashing on the bed. So much precum had leaked out of his cock and Kawaki wanted a taste, he wanted to touch, but he didn't allow himself to. Boruto wouldn't last if he did.
Once the grey eyed man knew the blond was ready for him, he removed his fingers and coated his throbbing cock in the lube, shuddering at his own touch. He was so turned on and in need of release that he knew it wouldn't take long for him either.
"Are you ready, love?" Kawaki asked as he crawled over the trembling blond, ghosting his lips over his forehead and rubbing his cock between Boruto's slick cheeks. He was open and both of them moaned each time Kawaki's cock prodded at his rim.
Boruto's arms flung around his lover's neck and he barely resisted the urge to bite him again. "Ready." He breathed, hooking one leg around his hips to help bring Kawaki closer. "So ready. Take me, Kawaki."
"Fuck…" Kawaki drawled, sucking on Boruto's neck while he held his cock in place and slowly pushed his hips forward, the tip popping into that tight heat and stealing his breath away. "Oh… fuck."
Being breached was too overwhelming, his insides spasmed as he was stretched and stretched. The further Kawaki pushed the more control Boruto lost and his voice cracked once the other man bottomed out. The pleasure threatened to make him pass out, the hot and pulsing cock nestled against his prostate. His mouth hung open as his gaze raised upwards towards the ceiling and his orgasm was teetering on the edge.
Trying to remain still to give Boruto time to adjust to being so full of him was proving to be exceedingly difficult. His dick felt suffocated and he needed so badly to move so every second he didn't move made him groan more and suck harder on his lover's neck. When he did finally start to move, his thrusts were slow, but firm and precise. He aimed purposely to hit Boruto's sweet spot on every inward stroke, barely preventing himself from coming too soon.
However, when Boruto clenched around him and screamed as his orgasm washed over him, seed shooting out strongly in thick streams and his pretty little face looking so utterly wrecked—Kawaki fell right over the edge. His thrusts were stronger and faster as he worked then through their orgasms and right in the heat of it, Boruto bit down on his shoulder. Hard.
"Ah, shit." It hurt, but damn if Kawaki didn't like it. Once he couldn't take any more movement, he remained fully sheathed inside Boruto and didn't move an inch until his shoulder was released. Boruto's head collapsed on the pillow as he struggled for air and Kawaki didn't help, stealing his lips for a long and tender kiss.
The blond had thought he would last much longer, but he didn't worry about it seeing how Kawaki was in the same boat. It wasn't as if he could have helped it anyway. The whole experience was intense and fast and utterly perfect. His body was tingling and his lips were lazy in their attempt to kiss back, Boruto had barely survived and he would do it again in a heartbeat. Just not right this second . . . or any time tonight.
"Kawaki." He whispered when his lips were finally released, eyelids falling closed as unconsciousness threatened to take him.
"Sleep, Boruto." Kawaki told him, tone just as soft and heavily laced with affection. He placed a kiss on his cheek and didn't move, wanting to wait until Boruto was sleeping.
"Whatever happens, happens . . ." Boruto trailed, doing his best to tell him what he wanted to say. "Whatever happens . . . love you."
Kawaki's world came screeching to a halt at the sleepy confession just given to him. His throat felt tight. He couldn't breathe. His heart was pounding. Boruto just said that he loved him and it made Kawaki realize that he felt exactly the same way.
It was exhilarating.
But at the same time… it was terrifying.