Connection

Sometimes you need to look past what's on the outside to really see someone.

Chapter Seven

Mutual Desires

Finally they would be able to be with each other for a while. Kawaki was dressed in his lounging pants and nothing more, currently sitting on his couch while listening to his many voicemails. He was taken by surprise when his front door burst open and he hung up the phone at Iwabe hurrying inside.

"I'm late!" He screeched, running over to Kawaki with a fresh blindfold that he quickly put over his eyes.

"What the hell, I'm not dressed!" Kawaki snapped, realizing he hadn't been paying attention to the time.

"No time, it won't matter. Today you'll just be hanging around here, I thought it would help you relax some."

"Damn you."

Kawaki set his phone on the end table and sighed. He should have had a shirt on. He wasn't safe in those pants either.

"You're welcome." Iwabe grinned and walked to open the door for Boruto and Shikadai who were walking up.

"No. Fuck, I just smoked . . . I'm high as hell."

Iwabe laughed at that. "This is the first time I've ever seen you nervous before. Calm down, it's just Boruto."

Just? Just?! Kawaki groaned as he rested his back on the couch. He was way too high to face Boruto at the moment—and he definitely wasn't dressed enough.

"It smells like weed in here." Shikadai's voice spoke. "Damn it, Iwabe, did you get Kawaki high?"

"What? Not this time! I just got here, he was already stoned." Iwabe huffed.

"Kawaki's high?" Boruto chuckled. "Must have been a rough trip. Hurry and take me to him so you can get lost."

Kawaki smiled at Boruto's words, agreeing completely. They didn't need those two bastards hanging around anymore than they already did.

"I see how it is." Shikadai laughed as he brought Boruto over.

Kawaki felt the couch dip as he sat down and waited until the two bastards left before he scooted closer. "I missed you." Boruto said, locating his hand and grabbing it.

"I missed you too. It's been a long time." Kawaki said, forcing himself to remain perfectly still.

"Yeah, it was really hard without you." Boruto confessed. "I still blame those clients, they were full of shit."

"Yes. It happens like that sometimes." Though it was unfortunate, it was just the way things were.

"I know . . . I've had to deal with people like that myself, but it doesn't make me any less upset." He sighed. "Not that it matters now since you're here."

"Yeah." Kawaki agreed, but still kept himself still.

Boruto giggled at his behavior. "So how high are you?" He asked and leaned over, gasping. "A-are you shirtless?"

" . . . Yeah. I'm high as fuck and I wasn't prepared."

He certainly wasn't prepared for this either. "Tell me about it . . . I um, this is . . . I don't know if I can resist touching you." He admitted, his hand already trailing up his arm.

"Tread very carefully." Kawaki warned, he wasn't in a good place to be touched.

Boruto wanted to tread all over, but he would do his best. "Okay . . . we should talk about something. To distract us."

"You say that and yet . . . your hand isn't stopping."

His hand had left his arm and was moving over his shoulder. "Hm? What did you say?"

Kawaki's head lolled back against the couch and he sighed. "Nothing." It wasn't like he really wanted Boruto to stop, it was just that he couldn't handle it.

"It's so different touching your skin . . ." Boruto said, spreading his hand over his chest and peck. "O-oh . . . it's so much more defined . . ." He could feel his face heating up and the feel of Kawaki's muscles made his stomach coil.

"Yeah, it is." Kawaki hummed, hoping Boruto kept his hand where it was.

Boruto had no such intention and greedily dragged his hand down Kawaki's abs. "Oh my god . . ." He breathed.

"Boruto." Kawaki called chidingly. "Stop."

"H-huh? Oh shit." He pulled his hand away and held it to his chest. "Kawaki . . . you're gonna have to put a shirt on . . . like right now . . . I don't have the self restraint for this."

"It's okay, just don't go too low." Kawaki told him, doubting he could find a shirt even in his own place with the blindfold on.

"No." Boruto shook his head. "I don't think you understand what I want to do to you right now."

"What . . . what do you want to do?" Kawaki asked, too high not to.

"This." He groaned and straddled Kawaki's lap. His lips went to Kawaki's shoulder and his hands trailed up his sides. "Fuck. I really can't stand it."

"Me either." Kawaki said, jaw tensing. "Really."

"Kawaki . . ." Boruto's hands felt along his torso all over again, this time bolder and more desperate. It was driving him crazy and he couldn't get enough, he had to touch him everywhere.

"Fuck. Stop." Kawaki ordered, tackling Boruto onto his back and pinning him down. "No."

Boruto's chest went up and down as he panted. "Damn . . . sorry . . ."

"No you're not." Kawaki grumbled, taking the opportunity to get a feel for himself. He moved his hand from Boruto's wrist, up his arm and to his chest. He could feel his fast beating heart but his hand didn't linger, too eager to trail downward.

"What are you-" Boruto cut himself off as he arched into the touch, turning his head.

Kawaki ignored him, too entranced by the lean, soft body beneath him. His hand reached the hem of Boruto's shirt and slipped under it, wanting to feel his skin as well. He wanted so badly to fuck Boruto until he couldn't move, but he also wanted to wait. It didn't seem possible when he felt so needy. It had to be the weed.

"We can't." Kawaki told himself as his hand rubbed across Boruto's hot skin, up to his chest.

"W-wait." Boruto stuttered as Kawaki's fingers brushed over his nipple. "Too good."

Kawaki breathed in slowly, trying to calm himself, but it wasn't easy. "I'm too fucking horny to be around you." He confessed, leaning down over Boruto to ghost his lips across his neck.

Boruto's free hand gripped his bicep as he bared his neck. "That . . . might go for both of us. Should we take a break . . . or . . ." More.

Kawaki separated himself from Boruto, getting off the couch so quickly he almost gave himself whiplash. Boruto's words had pulled him out of the trance he was in and he was able to save himself. However, he was left with a problem and he wasn't the only one. Boruto sat up and took a moment to collect himself. That was a close one, really close.

"Okay . . . I take the blame on that one." Boruto said, knowing it was harder on Kawaki in his high as fuck state. Although- "You need to put a shirt on."

"Fine." Kawaki muttered, walking away and feeling for the wall that led to his hallway.

He didn't have too much trouble finding his room but he didn't know which shirt he grabbed. He shrugged it on as he made his way back down the hallway. He was frustrated, miserably so and even pouted when he took a seat back on the couch.

"If this keeps up, we'll have to find a solution." Boruto said, knowing the sexual tension would get worse and worse each time they met. "Even having dates back to back might not be enough."

"Hm." Kawaki frowned and leaned against the arm of the couch, resting his cheek in his hand.

"Some type of outlet . . ." Other than masturbation. "No sex . . . but maybe other things?" Otherwise they would either kill over or snap from frustration.

"What other things?" Kawaki sighed loudly. He couldn't even handle his own self at this point.

Boruto scooted back over and snuggled against him, but kept his hands to himself. "Things that will make us feel better. What do you want to do? I'm willing to try anything. It can be sexual."

"What?" Kawaki growled. "You're not helping me get out of this situation."

"I'm serious. We've got to do something."

"Like what? Damn it."

He started with the basics. "Handjobs, blowjobs, something to take the edge off before we lose our shit."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Kawaki groaned. "That's cheating."

"Shikadai and Iwabe can kiss my ass. As far as I'm concerned, as long as we don't look at each other or have sex then we did it."

"You don't want to wait?" Kawaki asked, feeling concerned.

Boruto was torn. "I do . . . but having you struggle like this . . . especially when I'm not helping by attacking you . . . I don't like it. I want to give you some kind of relief, no matter how small."

"Fuck. I don't know. Yes."

"Really?" Boruto asked, half expecting to be turned down.

"Yes." Kawaki repeated. "If I don't get off I'm going to go fucking insane."

Boruto smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. "Alright. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"Shit, take it easy on me. It's been months." Kawaki breathed, moving his arms to grab Boruto and pull him onto his lap. "First . . . If we're going to fuck around, I'm going to give in and kiss you."

To think something like that would make Boruto blush was embarrassing, but he couldn't help it. "K-kiss?"

"Yes." Kawaki raised his hands to Boruto's face, cradling his cheek with one hand while the other moved back to his hair. "Can I?"

Anticipation ran through his body. "Yes . . . please."

Kawaki didn't hesitate further, hand fisting Boruto's hair as he leaned in and captured his lips with his own. The first touch was soft and careful, a test to see how it was and it was more than Kawaki ever imagined. A groan rumbled in his throat as he kissed him again and again, lips hungrily moving against his. After a moment, he pulled back and licked his lips before grinning.

"You taste like fucking strawberries." Kawaki said, marveling at the fact.

Boruto was just able to suck in a shaky breath before Kawaki was kissing him again, wasting no time in deepening the kiss by slipping his tongue into his mouth. Boruto clutched at Kawaki's shirt at his shoulders, barely able to kiss back with Kawaki's desire at an all time high. He couldn't contain himself, he didn't want to, so he didn't try and stop himself from moving his hips and thrusting up under Boruto. He was achingly hard and more than anything just wanted to fuck him, but he could certainly settle for less for now.

Whimpering into the kiss, Boruto held onto his shirt tighter and melted atop Kawaki in no time at all. Kawaki never wanted to stop kissing those lips, but he didn't currently have the patience for it, so he pulled Boruto's hair to force his head back and trailed his lips down his throat, sucking and nipping at his skin until he moaned.

"Fuck." Kawaki growled, pushing Boruto down onto his back once again.

He couldn't wait, but he wouldn't mind getting Boruto off first. Control was out the window, completely forgotten as Kawaki grabbed the collar of Boruto's shirt and ripped the cloth in two.

Boruto gasped as a wave of arousal shot down his spine. "Shit." He had wanted to please Kawaki, but he was intent on having his way with Boruto's body. He was like an animal, wild and raw and Boruto loved it. He could feel himself going insane as everything in him screamed to match Kawaki's level. "Touch me. More, give me more."

Kawaki didn't have a problem with that, hands eager to touch every part of Boruto's body. He moved his legs between Boruto's, spreading them as his hands splayed out on his chest and slowly rubbed down his stomach. His skin was so smooth, Kawaki loved it. He took a moment to breathe when he reached his hips, thumbs pressing down at the start of his legs and rubbing their way back.

Leaning over him once more, Kawaki stole his lips in another hungry kiss while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He didn't try to push them down right away, instead he pressed his body down on him, grinding his erection against Boruto's.

"Ah, yes!" Boruto moaned, breaking the kiss and trailed his hands over Kawaki's muscles again. Not being able to see heightened their senses, but the fact that they were doing this with each other was what really got Boruto going. He thrusted his hips in time with Kawaki's, marveling at the difference in the sizes of their members. "Fuck, so big."

Kawaki opted to keep his lips at Boruto's neck so he could hear all the sensual sounds that fell from his mouth. He focused on his throat, alternating between sucking and kissing while his hand roamed and his hips moved constantly. Boruto was in pure bliss having the man that meant so much to him ravishing his body. He was unable to resist the temptation and shoved his hand between them and into Kawaki's thin lounge pants, grabbing Kawaki's dick. His fingers curled around the hard flesh and stroked up to the tip with a firm squeeze.

"Fuck," Kawaki dragged out in a growl and reached down to palm Boruto's through his jeans.

Boruto bit his lip as a groan rumbled in his chest. He had waited for forever to have Kawaki's hand on him and it was better than he thought. He continued to stroke and squeeze Kawaki's cock while his free hand threaded into his hair right below the blindfold, tugging his head over so his ear was next to his lips.

"Gonna make you come first." Boruto moaned, taking the lobe into his mouth like he had done once before.

Kawaki shuddered and pulled himself back, ignoring Boruto's muttered protest as he got off the couch to push his pants and briefs down.

"Come here," Kawaki breathed as he sat back on the couch, trying to be patient but fuck, he'd never been so hard before.

Boruto sat up and crawled over, stretching himself along the couch once his hand found Kawaki's lap. "Mmm, want me to suck you? Swallow you whole?" He asked, hand gripping the base of Kawaki's member.

"Fuck yes. Don't tease me." Kawaki said, hand quickly moving to the back of Boruto's head and gripping his hair along with the blindfold.

"I won't." Boruto promised and got comfortable, resting on his stomach.

His other arm draped over Kawaki's thigh so he could reach his sack, fondling the balls before he took the tip of his dick into his mouth. He worked his tongue and got Kawaki nice and wet, the hand at the bottom of his length moving up and down in firm strokes. The hand in Boruto's hair tightened its grip and a long groan left Kawaki's throat. Boruto had said moments ago that he wouldn't tease and he wasn't. But he was lost in Kawaki's taste and simply sucked for a little bit before he went on.

He inched more of Kawaki between his lips and started bobbing his head to give him more pleasure. While he was good at head, he didn't particularly crave it, but like most things Kawaki changed that. The more grunts and stuttering breaths that he let out, the more Boruto wanted to shove him over the edge. He sucked harder and harder, swirling his tongue to capture and spread Kawaki's pre-cum. He let up on his balls and removed his hand from his cock, taking a deep breath through his nose before he went down on him.

Kawaki's head fell back against the back of the couch and it took everything in him not to thrust up into Boruto's mouth. Boruto relaxed his throat, his gag reflex welcoming the challenge of Kawaki's member. He continued to suck his way down until he swallowed him whole just like he said he would. He held still for a few seconds before bobbing his head again and bringing his hand back to Kawaki's sack, pulling on them but not enough to hurt. He was eager to taste more, to make Kawaki come and call out his name.

His jaw was pushed to the limit, having never taken someone of his size, but it didn't hinder him in the slightest. Boruto could feel how close Kawaki was getting by the way he twitched, both in his mouth and in his hand. Kawaki was at a loss, so overwhelmed by how sensitive he was to this moment, how easily Boruto has brought him to the edge. He didn't care, he didn't want to put it off—he had to come. Almost sensing his thoughts, Boruto picked up his pace and kept his balls in a tight grip, urging him to let it all out.

He dragged his tongue all the way up and then back down, caressing each and every part of Kawaki's dick. Less than a minute more of Boruto's hot mouth and tight throat had Kawaki coming undone.

"Shit. Fuck. I'm coming." Kawaki growled, both hands forcing Boruto down on him as his hips thrusted up.

Boruto froze and kept both his jaw and throat relaxed, impressed Kawaki had held back until now. He let Kawaki use his mouth as he came and came. Soon Boruto couldn't taste anything but him and he loved it. He greedily swallowed everything Kawaki had pent up, his hand releasing his tight grip on his sack and began to massage it instead, coaxing him through his orgasm. He only pulled off once Kawaki had completely stilled and forced himself into a sitting position, licking his lips.

"Damn, Boruto." Kawaki groaned.

"Tell me about it." Boruto grinned.

Kawaki chuckled, the relief at finally releasing making him feel ten times lighter. "Now, you." He said softly. "How do you want it?"

Boruto climbed onto his lap and wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his head on his chest. "I want your hand."

"That's it?" Kawaki asked as his hands moved to Boruto's back and trailed down to his ass.

"Y-yeah." He breathed, his own need to come catching up with him.

Kawaki's hands groped his backside, getting acquainted with it for the first time. "You want it on your dick, or here?" He questioned, spreading his cheeks and rubbing his hand between them firmly.

"There, fuck, right there." Boruto whined and arched his back.

"Mm." Kawaki was more than likely going to be wound up all over again at this rate, but he didn't care. "Okay, baby." He said, holding onto Boruto as he laid him back gently and then moved back to remove his jeans and underwear.

Kawaki's hands traveled over Boruto's thighs momentarily after spreading them and then he pushed his legs up, scooting down to move his mouth to Boruto's entrance. The surprised gasp that escaped him had Kawaki grunting but he didn't have the patience to try and tease Boruto. He wanted him wet enough to finger him to orgasm and so he was quick to run his tongue around his rim.

"Ah! W-wait." Boruto moaned loudly, hands gripping onto anything he could reach. He didn't know why, perhaps because his mind was a little foggy, but he hadn't expected Kawaki to use his tongue. "I'm . . . I'm sensitive there."

Kawaki was counting on that and he wasn't going to stop. His tongue teased Boruto's entrance, wetting it thoroughly before he pushed his tongue against it firmly. That only earned him more lewd moans from Boruto, which he loved. He ate him out for another couple minutes before pulling back and bringing his fingers to his mouth, coating them in his saliva as well. Then he leaned back down, his index finger slowly entering Boruto while he sucked the skin just beneath his sack.

Boruto writhed, panted and whimpered and Kawaki moved his finger in and out a few times before adding the second. He was tight enough that Kawaki wasn't sure he'd survive fucking him, but he damn sure couldn't wait to try. He pressed his two fingers in firmly and curled them upwards, finding his prostate instantaneously.

Curses and moans steadily came from Boruto and Kawaki stimulated the sensitive spot inside of him over and over while kissing his way over Boruto's balls and up his member. Boruto started to complain—to try and stop him but he wouldn't. With his fingers moving so knowingly, Kawaki took him into his mouth, going down on him with ease.

It had been years since Kawaki sucked anyone's dick, but he wanted to do it for Boruto, and doing it with a combination of his fingers, it wouldn't take long at all for him to come. Boruto's words failed him as Kawaki's hand moved faster and he sucked harder, making it hard for him to breathe at all. It was too much like this, both his mouth and his hand working together. Plus he was already so worked up anyway. Barely a few minutes passed before he was on the verge and begging Kawaki not to stop.

As if he would. Kawaki took all of him into his mouth, fingers expertly hitting that spot inside of him repeatedly until he screamed, pulling tight to Kawaki's hair as he came. Kawaki milked him, pressing against his prostate harder and sucking him thoroughly all the way up, licking him clean along the way.

Boruto was a breathless and quivering mess and Kawaki wished he could see the mess he'd made of him. They were growing closer and closer, but he needed more. So much more.