YOU SAW NOTHING!

Warning: dominate!Kazahaya and abrupt ending

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It was annoying, really, how Rikuo managed to wipe Kazahaya's brain clean of anything when they performed something simple like kissing.

Maybe because the way Rikuo kissed Kazahaya wasn't simple. He would press hard, suck, caress, ease up, taste the inside of his mouth like he needed to memorize the layout, bite, all while keeping their bodies immeasurably close.

Kazahaya figured Rikuo's kisses would be the death of him... or the end of his paychecks at least. So, after one random onslaught while the boys were at work and Rikuo left him sliding down a wall of the break room, Kazahaya decided he needed to practice resisting his boyfriend. Because after that last kiss, Kazahaya absolutely could not function on work the rest of the day, and got a nice scolding from his boss.

The next day, while Kazahaya was sweeping in between the aisles, he heard footsteps approach and lifted his head, anticipating Rikuo.

He straightened up. This was it. It was time to face his tormentor, tell him to get control of his damn libido and wait until after work for personal time.

Rikuo marched over, green eyes determined and taking hold of Kazahaya's broom stick, intending to dislodge it from the slighter boy's grip.

"Wait, Rikuo," Kazahaya struggled to keep the broom in between their bodies. "Stop, we need to talk."

Rikuo froze, pupils dilating. Kazahaya could have smacked his own head. What a horrible way to start a conversation.

"Not like that!" Kazahaya quickly reassured Rikuo before he could open his mouth.

"What about? Kakei just went into his office so we got some time to ourselves," Rikuo's brows lowered, eyes glinting.

Kazahaya gripped the broom handle harder. "No, Rikuo. You mean you have time to yourself. I can't do this during work anymore! I'm going to get in trouble." Kazayaha leaned back, lips curled inward when Rikuo moved forward into his space.

"You've never complained before..." Rikuo snagged Kazahaya by his apron when he took a step back, nudging his nose against that pale neck.

Kazahaya grumbled. "That's cos you never give me the chance, Rikuo!" Kazahaya spat, batting Rikuo's face away with the broom handle.

Rikuo leaned back, looking smug. Kazahaya kept his frown on, determined.

After a moment, Rikuo shrugged. "Okay."

Kazahaya blinked. "Okay?"

"No more kissing on the job, I can do that," Rikuo nodded, the face of seriousness. But Kazahaya raised an eyebrow at the gleam in his eyes.

"I mean it, Rikuo!"

"So do I," the taller teenager insisted, taking a step back, releasing Kazahaya's apron.

Kazahaya watched Rikuo turn and walk away without another word, perplexed at how easy that was.

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It wasn't that easy. Things are never easy when it came to Rikuo.

For the next few days, Rikuo indeed never even so much as touched Kazahaya during working hours, not even during their 30-minute breaks. And for these few days, Kazahaya was actually impressed at Rikuo's control... and admittedly feeling a little ignored. But he asked for this, he knew what he was getting into... and it was reflecting in his work. Kazahaya would be done much sooner than usual, and with better results. Also, the praise from Kakei was nice to hear.

After working hours, however, Kazahaya knew that was a fine time to go back to being a normal teenager with a boyfriend and do boyfriend things with Rikuo. And after the first day of being ignored in their apartment, Kazahaya felt his heart fall. He had to practically beg for a kiss goodnight, which he realized later was so not cool.

The second day, Rikuo had claimed to be so tired after work. He took a shower and went straight to bed. Kazahaya snuck into his bed that night and they cuddled to sleep without incident. And that was nice.

But when Rikuo denied him again on the third night, Kazahaya had finally had enough and ambushed him in the bathroom, before he could get in the shower.

"What the fuck, Kazahaya?" Rikuo exclaimed, his shirt off and shower water running.

Kazahaya stood in the doorway for a moment, hand still on the knob, greedily ogling Rikuo's exposed front and unbuttoned jeans, showing the hem line of gray boxer briefs.

He stepped in the rest of the way, eyes determined, putting his hands on Rikuo's chest and shoving him hard against the sink counter. Without skipping a beat, he pressed their crotches together and leaned up to press his mouth against Rikuo's in a very frustrated, deep kiss.

Kazahaya groaned loudly when Rikuo instantly began kissing hm back just as hard, arms wrapping around his thin body and pulling Kazahaya close, so close it was hard to breathe even out of his nose.

Moving his hands to the back of Rikuo's head, Kazahaya gripped a handful of short black hair, pulling enough to cause pain as he made Rikuo bend back, the top of his head almost touching the mirror. With this angle Kazahaya was able to shove his tongue deep into Rikuo's unresisting mouth, but also made a little awkward because of his short height.

Rikuo growled something, which Kazahaya ignored, getting a knee up and resting it on the counter top, pining Rikuo. Pressing his hips down, Kazahaya proceeded to grind roughly, unable to stop a high pitched sound from vibrating the inside of his and Rikuo's mouth.

After a few minutes, Kazahaya realized he couldn't keep himself in this position without doing some permanent damage to himself, no matter how enthusiastically Rikuo reciprocated, and climbed off his boyfriend, disconnecting their mouths with a large smacking sound and ragged breaths.

Kazahaya stood straight once more, breathing heavily and watching how Rikuo slowly brought himself semi-upright, hands resting on the counter top.

His breath caught audibly seeing Rikuo's pants barely hanging off his hips, proudly showing off the massive tent in his underwear. Kazahaya swallowed, meeting Rikuo's dark eyes.

"Fuck... you," Kazahaya breathed out, narrowing his brows when he remembered he was supposed to be mad at his neglection.

Rikuo smirked, pushing himself off the counter and looming over Kazahaya.

"Fuck you? Well, Kazahaya," he leaned down to whisper in the honey-blond's ear, licking it afterward. Kazahaya felt his eyelids droop, distantly heard the water in the shower still running, and definitely heard Rikuo chuckle deeply.

"Don't mind if I do."