Washed Up

by Celianna

Five years later since they last spoke to one another, Momoshiro and Kaidoh meet up again under strange circumstances; washed up on an abandoned island. MomoKai. Roleplay.

33. New Superpower

Washed Up

A/N: more development between Momo and Kaidoh, it's slowly getting there. This also marks the log where we separated from the original roleplay, and continued to play on our own.

Authors: Celianna (Momo) & Happiestwhen (Kaidoh)

Rating: MA

Events leading up to this log:
- Some of the plants and fruits in Kaidoh's garden have fully ripened, including the strawberries
- Momo and Kaidoh attempt to make a cake with them, but it fails the first time (Momo eats it anyway)
- Today, they tried again, and this time it worked out a lot better. Kaidoh who doesn't like sweets, goes out to run, while Momo whines that he should come back and feed him cake instead. Kaidoh begrudgingly agrees to come back

Date: September 23, 2012

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Recently, Momoshiro has discovered a new superpower.

Well, not really a superpower.

Nor is it really new.

But in essence, Momoshiro has figured something out that he's been reaping the benefits of. It started all a week ago, when he got Kaidoh to draw some stuff with him (which led to kissing, but he's trying not to think about that), and even call him Momo-chan. It was some kind of power he held over Kaidoh; to make him bend to his every whim. So yeah, it does feel like a superpower to him. The power to make Kaidoh do whatever he wants.

And oh boy, has he been having fun with that for the past week.

It's not like Momoshiro didn't already know he could get Kaidoh to do a lot of things for him, or with him, or whatever Momoshiro told him. After all, he managed to get some rainbow roses from Kaidoh, and even some pillow hammock (they should hang out there again sometime soon), and after enough prodding, he could get Kaidoh to make dinner for him.

He just never really understood how far he could get with that. How much more he could prod Kaidoh. And it seems, there really is no limit.

Yesterday, they attempted to make a strawberry cake. You see, the strawberries were finally ripe, and Momoshiro wanted to make a cake out of it immediately. But Momoshiro isn't a chef, and Kaidoh is lucky enough not to burn the food, so it ended in a failure. A big mush of pink goo failure. Momoshiro ate it anyway, because he doesn't waste food. He got a big stomach ache after that, which lasted for several hours. Kaidoh got a bit fussy with him, almost as if he were scolding him for eating too much (bad) food, but it might also be because he was disappointed it didn't turn out that bad.

Momoshiro had almost said to kiss his stomach better just to mess with him, but decided against it.

Now today, they attempted the strawberry cake again. And while not perfect, it is not the pink goo from yesterday, and actually resembles cake. Momoshiro has already had two slices—Kaidoh one—and he's claimed the rest of the cake for himself. It's been the best thing he's eaten for months; he doesn't exactly have a wide variety of food available on this island, so the strawberries were like a gift of the gods. And Kaidoh helped him with it.

Then the asshole went out running and left Momoshiro alone with cake of course.

After a weird conversation where Momoshiro confused the word 'deface' with 'defecate', Momoshiro used his superpower on Kaidoh, and managed to convince him to come feed him the rest of the cake, and thus come back home. He said he'd be there in fifteen minutes.

Momoshiro told him to come in ten.

But after brooding there with a half-eaten cake sitting on the small table in front of him (it's really just an upside down crate), there is still no sign of Kaidoh after thirteen minutes. What a dumbass. Momoshiro is going to fling something at him when he comes in. He sits there in front of the cake, not touching it, and simply glaring at the entrance of their hut. Stupid snake. He looks down at the peach drawn onto his shirt, and glares at that as well.

It's another minute before Kaidoh shows up back at the hut, looking sweaty and worn out—although not as much as he'd be if he'd been able to actually finish his run as planned. And he had wanted to do just that, but somehow Momoshiro persuaded him to come home. Kaidoh isn't sure why he agreed. Well, maybe because he didn't want Momoshiro to follow through with his threats to do anything to the hut, or Kaidoh's face, even though—thank god—he'd just meant he'd scribble on stuff with his stupid marker.

Kaidoh pulls his towel off from around his neck and wipes it over his face, then runs up the steps and into the hut. He lets out a hiss when he sees Momoshiro just sitting there, glaring. Idiot.

"What," Kaidoh says flatly, giving Momoshiro an appraising look. Momoshiro isn't the one who's allowed to look irritated; he's the one who was being demanding, after all.

"You're late," says Momoshiro. He sticks his nose up in the air. Which is a mistake, because now he can really smell Kaidoh's sickeningly sweet sweat, and he pulls his face into a grimace.

Kaidoh narrows his eyes back at him. "You were timing me? What the hell." He huffs. "Ten minutes is not very long, you know." And he was running as fast as he could, which is embarrassing to admit, both because Kaidoh doesn't like admitting there are things he can't do—like run at the speed of light—and also because if he said that, it would sound gross, like he was racing home to see Momoshiro. And he wasn't … right? No. That's dumb. Kaidoh scowls.

"Of course I was, why can't you do it in ten huh? I thought you liked to run." Momoshiro rolls his eyes at him. "I guess you just didn't run fast enough," he mumbles. Though who knows how fast Kaidoh was running with that much sweat oozing out of him.

Kaidoh's eyes go wide with annoyance. "Asshole, are you calling me slow?!" he growls. "I'd like to see you try to run that in ten minutes." Or try to run anything, for that matter ... Momoshiro is really lazy.

"I don't have to, I'm not the one who loves running as much as you do. Not that I love it in the first place. Now sit down—or ehh, wipe yourself off first, you smell." To illustrate his disgust, Momoshiro crinkles up his nose at Kaidoh.

"It's just sweat ..." Kaidoh replies, scowling. He doesn't see why it's such a big deal. He's used to it and Momoshiro should be too. And he doesn't smell.

But whatever, he takes his towel and wipes at his neck, arms, and face again anyway. Then he sits down on the floor of the hut and sneers at Momoshiro, eyebrow raised as if to say, happy now?

Yes, yes he is. Momoshiro's grumpy mood turns to that of a pleased one. Pleased Kaidoh is listening to him; his secret superpower. His eyes cast down towards the cake, then he looks back up at Kaidoh, then down at the chopsticks which are next to the cake, then back at Kaidoh, wiggling his eyebrows. Work superpower, work! Momoshiro thinks if he narrows his eyes hard enough, Kaidoh will pick up the chopsticks and feed him cake.

Kaidoh blinks at Momoshiro, then he looks at the cake. Then his expression goes deadpan and he looks back at Momoshiro and says, "If you want to eat it, don't let me stop you."

Momoshiro pushes the chopsticks towards Kaidoh with the tips of his knuckles, an innocent and naive expression gracing his face.

Kaidoh frowns at the chopsticks. "Well, I don't want to eat it," he says, looking a bit wary. "You're the one who claimed it all for yourself."

Momoshiro opens his mouth wide open then points his finger at it. It couldn't be more obvious than that.

"Dumbass."

"Idiot. Now come on, you agreed to it! Grab those sticks and stuff some cake into my mouth."

Kaidoh hisses. He didn't actually think Momoshiro was serious about that … which is dumb; he should know by now that Momoshiro is always serious about the stupid ideas he comes up with.

Eventually, he sighs and looks down at the floor of the hut. "Fine," he grumbles reluctantly, and reaches for the chopsticks, using them to slice off a small piece of the cake. He picks it up and holds it, an expression on his face like he's contemplating smashing the cake into Momoshiro's face, perhaps right in his nose. But Kaidoh doesn't, just kind of holds it out in front of himself, balanced delicately between the chopsticks, his expression still kind of irritated and skeptical.

Delighted that Kaidoh is bending to his every whim and command, Momoshiro scoots closer to the chopsticks with a very happy smile on his face. Then he notices something as little crumbs fall from the chopsticks to the floor.

"I want a piece with a strawberry in it," Momoshiro notes. There's nothing but brown cake clenched between Kaidoh's chopsticks, and it wouldn't be a strawberry cake without the strawberry, now would it?

Kaidoh glares at Momoshiro, like he's some kind of spoiled child. Well, he's certainly acting like one. "I don't care what you want." Blatant lie. "There's nothing wrong with this piece."

Momoshiro pokes the cake with his index finger, causing it to crumble and slip out of Kaidoh's hold until it lands back onto the plate. He looks back up at Kaidoh with a satisfied grin.

Kaidoh just scowls at him and slams the chopsticks back down on the table. "Do it yourself if you're going to be so picky."

This superpower definitely needs some work, or fine-tuning at least. Momoshiro slumps his shoulders and puckers out his bottom lip, while his eyebrows go low and droopy. That's a look Kaidoh can't resist, Momoshiro knows it, and Kaidoh knows it, and he'll never ever stop using that to his advantage.

Besides, it's not like Momoshiro won't reward Kaidoh for being his servant. He'll get something nice in return. Like another drawing on his bandana. Or a pat on the head. Or Momoshiro will wash the plate the cake has been sitting on (with his tongue). Or perhaps he will go running with Kaidoh.

Hah, yeah right. Like that will ever happen.

Momoshiro scoots a bit closer once more, this time his stomach is pressing up against the edge of the crate, as well as the plate, and moves the plate further towards Kaidoh by sheer coincidence. "Please?" he asks very, very nicely.

Kaidoh huffs. Stupid Momoshiro. It's impossible to say no to him when he's acting all plaintive and helpless like this. It gets under Kaidoh's skin the same way a lost puppy or hungry kitten would. Like Momoshiro is also some small and needy animal he has to help out. It's totally idiotic.

With a heavy sigh, Kaidoh picks up the chopsticks again and cuts off a new piece of the cake, this time with a big red strawberry embedded in the slice, and holds it out in front of Momoshiro's mouth. He'd better not complain this time or Kaidoh really will just fling it at Momoshiro's nose.

This time—after inspecting it with a watchful eye—Momoshiro bends forwards and opens up his mouth. Then he chomps down on the chopsticks and wraps his entire mouth around the piece of cake. He slides it away from the chopsticks and he leans back, happily chewing on the delicious fluffy cake with strawberry in it. The strawberries really are delicious, they're very fresh and sweet. Perhaps that's Kaidoh's superpower; to grow good fruit on a deserted island. Yeah, he can have Fruitman as his superhero name. Or perhaps Peachmanchan, since Momoshiro was already Burgerman. He chuckles at his own childish thoughts before he swallows and looks back up at Kaidoh again, absolutely brimming with happiness.

More. Cake. Now.

Kaidoh rolls his eyes, because Momoshiro makes the most ridiculous faces over food, and they're especially ridiculous right now, and this whole situation is totally bizarre anyway, but for some reason, his chopsticks start reaching for another slice of the cake before Kaidoh's able to stop himself. What the hell? Well, fine. Whatever. One more piece. Just one.

"Idiot," Kaidoh says with a long-suffering breath, as he holds the chopsticks out once more. This time he's pretty sure his cheeks have gone a little pink. Momoshiro needs to stop looking so damn ecstatic about cake.

Eagerly Momoshiro bites the piece off and even makes a satisfied hum at being fed by Kaidoh. Or because the cake is nice. Or possibly both. Probably.

Either way, Momoshiro is happy that Kaidoh is keeping true to his word (and being manipulated by his awesome superpower, he wonders what else he can make Kaidoh do with it, perhaps strip and dance with only underwear on, and shouting some sort of voodoo curse), so he's feeling pretty relaxed right now. Enough to move away from his original position, until he's seated right next to Kaidoh instead. He looks at him with a happy wide smile, then he pokes his elbow into Kaidoh's side to get him to continue feeding him cake.

It's some kind of bizarre dream to Momoshiro. Well, it probably had been some kind of dream at one point, he vaguely remembers dreaming about Kaidoh wearing a maid outfit, and feeding him hamburgers while he was lying on some weird bed. Of course, he has never told Kaidoh about this, mostly because it's mortifying to have dreamt of Kaidoh in the first place, and even more embarrassing that Momoshiro was dreaming about him in such a way. But now he doesn't need to dream.

Now he's here, next to Kaidoh, being fed strawberry cake, and he's wide awake. For some reason, that makes something else settle in his stomach that isn't hunger. It's a comforting kind of feeling, one that Momoshiro doesn't mind at all.

Momoshiro's mouth parts open; ready for the next batch of cake.

Kaidoh should probably stop. He doesn't want to give Momoshiro some weird idea like he can get Kaidoh to do whatever he wants … But it wouldn't just be an idea. It's pretty much the truth—Kaidoh will do whatever Momoshiro wants. It's annoying, and, currently, embarrassing, but it's not really something he can turn off. He can't stop himself; it's like his hand is on autopilot and just keeps moving on its own volition, its only thought to stuff more cake into Momoshiro's waiting mouth.

And it's not just his hand, Kaidoh isn't completely innocent either. He is kind of enjoying just sitting there watching Momoshiro eat, his face lighting up with each bite. It makes something swim around in Kaidoh's chest, which he hopes isn't a fish … some weird fish with a fetish for watching Momoshiro happily eat things …

Ew. That would be disgusting.

But Kaidoh feels kind of disgusting as it is, for liking this, because he shouldn't. He should feel annoyed that Momoshiro is sitting there like a lazy idiot who can't even feed himself. And sure, Kaidoh still looks annoyed enough, grumpy scowl still curling slightly at his lips, but it's just keeping up appearances. He doesn't feel very irritated at all anymore. It's like Momoshiro's smile has some weird power over him, making it impossible for Kaidoh to stay angry about anything, and making him instead just want to do nice things for Momoshiro. All the time.

Well, maybe not all the time. For instance, he's not going to feed Momoshiro the rest of this entire cake. No one needs to eat that much all at once, he thinks. Although Kaidoh is fairly certain that Momoshiro could. He looks at Momoshiro—which is not hard, considering he hasn't really stopped looking at him—and then back at the remaining cake. It looks like way more than Kaidoh would ever want to eat, but Momoshiro still seems to be eager for more, so Kaidoh picks up another piece and holds it in front of Momoshiro's face, like he's spoon-feeding a baby.

The more cake Momoshiro swallows down, the more elated he gets. It feels kind of like his birthday again, when Kaidoh kept doing things for him. Making him things. Yeah, it feels like that time.

Momoshiro gently grabs Kaidoh's wrist to steady his hand as he pulls it closer to his face to tear off the piece of cake. His eyes are locked onto Kaidoh's though, they're sparkling with mischievousness; he's having fun with this. His tongue rolls over the fluffy cake inside of his mouth and he pulls himself away from the fancy chopsticks (courtesy of Atobe's cruiseship). He gives a short laugh at Kaidoh, feeling satisfied with himself, before he chews, then swallows. Momoshiro licks his lips to get a few lost crumbs. Each bite tastes better than the previous one. Maybe it's because the hut is heating up with a cozy atmosphere, and Kaidoh's not looking so grumpy anymore, or perhaps it's the faint sweet smell of his sweat still lingering in the air.

Either way, it's making Momoshiro as giddy as he was last week, when they were being stupid and drew on some things together. That was a very nice day.

The hand that is still holding Kaidoh's wrist, slides away, before his fingers start prying the chopsticks from Kaidoh's hand, until he's got a hold of them himself. Momoshiro flips them over so that they're resting between his finger like they belong there. He smirks at Kaidoh.

"Guess I should give you your part of the share, huh." Momoshiro quickly grabs a small piece (with half a strawberry in it) from the plate, and hovers it in front of Kaidoh's mouth.

"Now, say aaaaa, Mamushi," says Momoshiro. He snickers.

Kaidoh narrows his eyes at the cake and the chopsticks, so much that his eyes cross, and then his lips pull into a tight scowl as he looks accusingly at Momoshiro instead. What the hell, he didn't agree to this part!

"No," he grumbles, barely parting his lips as he does—because he doesn't want to give Momoshiro an invitation to shove food in his mouth. Unlike Momoshiro, Kaidoh isn't a lazy dumbass, and is perfectly capable of feeding himself. And anyway, he already ate some of the cake earlier—and will admit that it was actually pretty good. Momoshiro should be pleased enough with that since Kaidoh doesn't make a habit of eating sweets very often.

"Just once!" Momoshiro moves the chopsticks closer until it's almost pressing against Kaidoh's lips.

Kaidoh firmly shakes his head, because arguing the point verbally would mean opening his mouth and that's dangerous.

"Pleeeaaase."

Kaidoh huffs out an annoyed breath through his nose. Stop looking at him like that! He's trying to be stubborn here.

Momoshiro circles the cake around Kaidoh's face, making a pleasant humming sound with a smile. "You know you want to eat it."

Kaidoh's fingers clench into a fist and he raises it in an empty last-ditch kind of threat. He can feel his resolve breaking. Stupid idiot. Stop smiling.

Finally, he rolls his eyes and lets his mouth fall open. "Dumbass," he says, which, more and more, has become less of an insult and simply Kaidoh's grumpy and reluctant way of admitting defeat.

Happily, Momoshiro gently pushes the cake into Kaidoh's mouth, nodding his head approvingly. "That's my Kaoru-chan," he jokes.

"Fuck off," Kaidoh retorts automatically, but his voice sounds ineffectual and muffled because his mouth is suddenly full of cake. He pulls away from the set of chopsticks so he can chew and swallow politely, somehow still managing to grimace as he does.

Momoshiro pats Kaidoh's head like a good dog. This superpower is awesome. He wonders what else he can make Kaidoh do. But first things first, he must reward the dog! Kaidoh's hand is already pulled into a fist and he's ready to knock Momoshiro's hand away from his head, before Momoshiro grabs his wrist (chopsticks falling down on the plate), and he eagerly puckers out his lips to press them against Kaidoh's. He licks off a few lost crumbs before he pulls back and grins at Kaidoh again. That's his reward. He better like it.

"My turn again!" Momoshiro sits with his hands in his lap, eyes wide and excited. His heart is thumping excitedly too.

Sure, Momoshiro may still have cake on the brain, but Kaidoh suddenly has other ideas. Momoshiro can't just … do that and get away with it, brush it off and go back to happily demanding to be fed.

Kaidoh lets out a determined little growl and surges forward against Momoshiro's mouth, like it's some kind of retribution, as though he can recover some shred of the dignity he just lost by … doing something completely undignified like kiss Momoshiro sloppily on the lips.

That was something Momoshiro didn't expect, much less prepare himself for, so he almost falls backwards with the amount of force Kaidoh crashes against his mouth. He lets out a muffled breath against Kaidoh's face, which is trying to dominate him or something, because Kaidoh's suddenly angry.

But what about the cake …

Momoshiro spends a whole three seconds contemplating whether to pull away and reach for the cake, or to shove Kaidoh down on the floor and perhaps ravish him. Which sounds gross.

But the caaaake. It's sitting there, staring at him, and he was going to eat it. But suddenly Kaidoh's lips get more demanding, screaming for all of Momoshiro's attention, and his appetite disappears, replaced with a more urgent feeling. So Momoshiro pushes back against Kaidoh, mouth pressing down hard on him, and he sucks off all of the last crumbs of cake that were stuck to Kaidoh's lips. Then he slows down, pulling away from Kaidoh, and he looks at him while he takes in a deep breath.

"You're still feeding me the rest of it later," he says in an exasperated voice.

"Whatever," Kaidoh says dismissively, because he couldn't care less about the stupid cake right now, but agreeing seems to be a good way to shut Momoshiro up, which is all Kaidoh is really concerned with at the moment.

He grabs the front of Momoshiro's shirt—yes, right over the peach he drew on it—and pulls until he can feel Momoshiro's mouth against his again. This is, after all, the best way to get Momoshiro to shut up. He pushes his lips against Momoshiro's, hard, like he wants to bruise them, and he kind of does, because he feels like he has all this energy all of a sudden and doesn't really know how best to direct it so it's just pouring out of him all at once.

It's coming out in his hands too, which are now both gripping Momoshiro's shirt, one still at the front and the other tugging at the hem, not hard enough to tear it, or even stretch it out of shape, but firm enough that Momoshiro can't pull back this time or get away. Kaidoh makes this weird, low, almost possessive noise against Momoshiro's lips and sucks at them harder, because he's tired of Momoshiro being the only one in control; not that he feels very in control himself at the moment. But he's pretty sure he's not the only one.

Momoshiro is still having fun though, he can feel how much Kaidoh wants this, or perhaps he needs this. And that's such a power trip to him, that Kaidoh wants to do all these things with him, or to him, or both. And yeah, Momoshiro wants it too, his lips exerting as much force as Kaidoh's are, and sucking as hard as he is. He'll never let him gain any sort of dominance over him. That's Momoshiro's superpower; to get Kaidoh to do anything for him. To make him go along with whatever he's suggesting.

What else can he make Kaidoh do?

Momoshiro smiles against Kaidoh's lips, before he licks them with his tongue. Open Sesame.

And just like a key into a lock, Kaidoh's lips part and he sucks Momoshiro's tongue into his mouth, feeling it slide past his teeth, warm and familiar. It's a feeling he thinks he'll never quite get used to, but one that he also never wants to forget. It doesn't slow his pace down any though, as he moves his own tongue back against Momoshiro's, rough and needy, but also determined. There's no real rhythm to it, not yet. He's just doing what comes naturally, which at the moment seems to be to try and suck Momoshiro's face clean off, but it's not like Kaidoh can help himself. He's all hopped up on irritation and adrenaline, and besides that, he didn't finish his run so he's got all this extra energy to burn, and right now, this seems like a much better alternative to running anyway.

His fingers curl into Momoshiro's shirt and he inhales sharply through his nose, so that he's got Momoshiro invading all his senses at once. It's making him a little light-headed so he presses himself more firmly against Momoshiro, like the solid weight will help to keep him grounded, because Kaidoh isn't ready to let go and yield to this. He doesn't want to give up his already tenuous grip on the situation, not if it means giving Momoshiro the upper hand.

There was a plan in there, somewhere, in between the licking, and then the sucking, but Momoshiro lost track of what he was doing as soon as Kaidoh uses his own superpower on Momoshiro instead. That demanding tongue, all that sucking, he's missed it. He's missed being rough like this with Kaidoh—they hadn't been like this ever since a few days after the storm hit. And back then, it was interrupted by fish.

Well, there are no fish in their surroundings right now.

Not that Momoshiro would have paid attention to it, but Kaidoh's got some weird fish phobia that would make him squeal and pull away. Luckily, that wouldn't happen now. They can do whatever they like without being interrupted this time, and Momoshiro's stomach is also a bit satisfied with cake for the moment (he still wants more though). All that's left is focus on Kaidoh trying to gain the upper hand, he's sucking at his lips and on his tongue so hard, Momoshiro just feels all the blood rushing to it. Is it possible to get a hickey on one's tongue? Not that Momoshiro wants to find out … so he simply retreats his tongue and then charges back in with full force, colliding with Kaidoh's. If it's dominance he wants, he'll have to fight him over it.

And fights always escalate. Momoshiro can't sit still when Kaidoh's like this, when he's feeling so pumped all of a sudden. He's still not used to it, doing this thing with Kaidoh, but it feels like something he's always wanted—and all he ever wants right now. He's not going to question it. Instead, he pushes his hand against Kaidoh's chest, trying to push him down onto the floor, but he's resisting. Asshole.

So instead, Momoshiro wants to pull away so he can drag Kaidoh to the floor with him, but again, Kaidoh's grip on his shirt is tight and he's not letting Momoshiro escape those powerful sucking lips. Seriously, what an asshole.

He sucks Kaidoh's tongue into his own mouth, then bites down on it, hard. There.

Kaidoh hisses into Momoshiro's mouth, breath hitched and annoyed, and his knuckles dig into Momoshiro's side, like he's trying to punch him while still clutching the bottom of his shirt. He pulls back, glaring, and then shoves forward against Momoshiro with his other hand, right at the center of Momoshiro's chest, and finds that Momoshiro doesn't put up much of a fight, like he was waiting for Kaidoh to do that. Like he'd planned for it. It kind of pisses Kaidoh off, so he starts to pull instead, and that, in contrast, seems to catch Momoshiro off guard, which satisfies Kaidoh and makes his pulse race faster. He wants to find more ways to do that.

He keeps pulling until he's back against the rug, with Momoshiro pulled down on top of him, his shoulder bumping against the crate's edge. They're still right next to the table, which could get dangerous if they move too much—Kaidoh doesn't really like the idea of sending the cake flying and splattering all over the both of them. In fact, it's a pretty annoying thought, but a fleeting one, because right now Kaidoh's got Momoshiro against him, face close to his once more, and he sort of forgets to be angry about anything, or even think at all.

Instead, he just smashes his mouth against Momoshiro's, feeling liquid heat coursing through his veins as he does. That light-headed feeling is only intensifying, and it's beginning to feel futile to try and struggle against it, so Kaidoh simply goes with it, accepts that this is not something he's going to be able to control and it's probably better that way. And whatever, he thinks he made his point. His hands untwist from the fabric of Momoshiro's shirt and slide up and around Momoshiro's shoulders, so they're still pressed up against him but not quite so intense or demanding.

His mouth however, is, refusing to part from Momoshiro's, even to breathe. Or at least that's how he feels; like separating or stopping is unthinkable.

One way or another, Momoshiro got what he wanted; Kaidoh on the floor, and him on top. Sort of. It's a bit awkward, and uncomfortable (his elbow is hitting the crate too), but he doesn't pay it much attention. Not when Kaidoh's demanding he pay full attention to him, and Momoshiro does without putting up much of a fight. It's not like Momoshiro can control this either … he can vaguely remember something about superpowers, but that thought shoots right out of his mind as Kaidoh rolls his tongue against him, and he's digging his nails into his shoulders.

Aah, whatever, Momoshiro doesn't care anymore. He's been waiting for this. Waiting for weeks.

It really does feel like he's been waiting for weeks, like all of those uncontrollable urges are simply oozing out of him, and they've been building up all this time. Momoshiro blames Kaidoh, it's all his fault, for making him feel like this, for making him want this, for making his lips respond to Kaidoh's, and it moves with ease, with familiarity. Well, maybe that's because they have done this before, and it's becoming like this … this .. thing. And Momoshiro won't object to that, in fact, he wants this to become a thing. A frequent thing. Kaidoh kissing him and squirming underneath his body is their thing, and Momoshiro can't get enough of it.

That giddy mood he had been in just a few minutes ago, has now vanished, and Momoshiro is left feeling energized, sort of agitated, and his skin feels tingly all over. It always does when Kaidoh kisses him, or when they start touching each other like this.

Momoshiro really likes the touching.

He's always been a touchy feely guy. Kaidoh has never been that guy. So to be able to do these things with him, such as sucking his lips, biting at them, playing with his wet and hot tongue, moving his hand up under his shirt and feeling the warm skin of his chest—all of those things, they're making Momoshiro kind of stir crazy. He still can't believe Kaidoh is letting him do this. Not only is he letting him, he's encouraging him, what with keeping him close and not letting him go, and demanding attention.

Of course Momoshiro will give that attention … it is not possible for him to reject Kaidoh's request. Kaidoh might not know it, but Momoshiro will probably do anything Kaidoh asks him of him. He's just never found out about this, because Kaidoh isn't the one to make requests. But when they're like this, writhing on the wooden floor of the hut, skin against skin, normal behaviour kind of goes out the window. Momoshiro is in fact, kissing Kaidoh, and Kaidoh wants him to.

Where did all these needs and wants suddenly come from anyway? Momoshiro tries not to think about it—Kaidoh's nails are distracting him, and his tongue is just making him shiver all over—because that would mean getting to the bottom of this thing. He'd rather the thing stay a thing, and it'll be their thing, and it'll never be spoken of, or thought of.

Not that Momoshiro can keep himself from thinking of it … it's pretty much on his mind every day. Or every time he sees Kaidoh. He can't stop wanting to touch him, to feel him, and that very important detail: Kaidoh wants it all too.

There's no denying that. Not when their faces are smashing against each other like they're two stupid bulls charging at each other, and they can only see their target. That being either to break their skulls, or to suck off their faces. Kaidoh seems to be doing that anyway, and Momoshiro responds, just as hungry, just as needy.

Momoshiro finally pulls away from Kaidoh's lips. His own lips feel abused and sore, and they're throbbing with blood and other good sensations. Kaidoh always makes him feel good. He's straddling Kaidoh's waist, and simply looks at him for a second or two, taking in that rare expression Kaidoh wears on his face whenever they do this. That worn down needy and vulnerable face. Momoshiro likes it, he likes it very much.

Before he knows it, Momoshiro is brushing his hand against Kaidoh's cheek, until he cups it, almost tenderly. Just looking at him still, seeing those dark eyes that are staring straight back at him, telling him to get over himself and kiss him already. Momoshiro smirks, and he leans down and pushes his lips onto Kaidoh's again, forcing a growl out of Kaidoh's throat. It makes all the hairs stand up straight on his neck and arms; Kaidoh's noises always make him feel strangely exhilarated. He would like to hear more of that. He moves away from Kaidoh's lips—almost regretting it because seriously, he cannot get enough of them—and moves his head to the side, and kisses Kaidoh's delicate neck. The skin is always so soft there. He sucks for a little bit, then lets go, and plants another kiss, lower this time.

And another one, on his collarbone.

Then lower ... and lower. And Kaidoh's shirt is in the way.

Momoshiro grunts in irritation, and he starts tugging at the hem of Kaidoh's shirt to take it off. He hits his elbow on the crate next to him and he yelps in pain. The plate of cake wobbles dangerously near the edge.

"Fuck," curses Momoshiro. Then he picks himself up, pulling away completely from Kaidoh. He stands tall and determined.

"Get up," he tells Kaidoh to do. He walks back a few paces until he's standing on his bed, then beckons Kaidoh to come as well. Better this than another splinter in his back. Or elbow.

Kaidoh blinks up at Momoshiro, kind of dazed and dumbstruck. And also annoyed, because the heat and pressure of Momoshiro's insistent lips is gone and Kaidoh wants it back. As soon as possible. It's all he wants. But his body's not cooperating, it's temporarily short-circuited, and it takes him a moment to pull himself together and react, but when he does, he moves fast, because any space between them, any time that passes with them not pulled close against each other, would mean time to let the reality of the situation sink in, and that's not something Kaidoh's willing to allow. It's all feeling too good and right and this is no time to think about what they're doing. This is no time for second-guessing any of it.

He makes a disgruntled growl, pulls himself off the floor, and doesn't waste any time getting over to Momoshiro on the bed and attacking him with his mouth again. His arms snake up around Momoshiro's body, under his shirt, his fingertips pressing desperate patterns into Momoshiro's skin, his nails scraping up along Momoshiro's back.

He feels like he's making up for lost time, like that twenty second gap just now was far too long for them to be apart. But really, he's been wanting to do this for much longer. For days, weeks. Maybe years, really. He just needed a push to get him going. And Momoshiro has always been able to push Kaidoh in just the right way. It's like Momoshiro is poking at a hornet's nest and it's making Kaidoh buzz all over, and feel kind of angry too like he wants to sting at him. But Kaidoh doesn't have any venom to sting with, so he'll have to settle for biting at Momoshiro's lips instead. It seems just as effective, making Momoshiro's body tense and his breath come out in little gasps against Kaidoh's mouth. He really can't get enough of it.

It's a rush like Kaidoh's never known before, making things spark inside of him in ways he never feels really prepared for. But then, there's no way to prepare for this. Kaidoh's never really been ready for the way Momoshiro always makes him feel. It caught him by surprise the first time; it still does.

His hands find their way back up to Momoshiro's shoulders and he pushes at them, his teeth tugging at Momoshiro's bottom lip at the same time and it doesn't take long for him to get his point across, or maybe it was Momoshiro's idea, too.

But however it comes about, soon they're both down on the bed, and Kaidoh's hands have dropped to Momoshiro's hips now, pulling Momoshiro into his lap, keeping his face close so he can keep kissing him, his lips violent and insatiable. And Momoshiro is meeting Kaidoh, point for point, not yielding any ground. He's going along with all of it. Or maybe he's leading all of it. Or maybe they're simply falling into sync with each other and it doesn't matter who started it anymore or who's really in control.

That doesn't stop Kaidoh from being demanding and determined. He's sitting back against his heels on the bed, with Momoshiro crushed against him, and he's not going to accept that he has no hold on this thing anymore. Not without a fight. He won't be content to just let it happen, and Momoshiro knows that. His own self-control may have flown out the window by now, but Kaidoh still knows ways to control Momoshiro, ways to make him lose control too.

His mouth swipes against Momoshiro's lips and along the side of his face until it reaches Momoshiro's neck, and Kaidoh sucks hard just over the pulse point there, feeling it thump against his lips, very nearly in time with his own. He hears Momoshiro, sharp against his ear, a sound that's totally unintelligible but it's probably the best thing Kaidoh's heard all week, and he wants to find ways to make Momoshiro make more sounds like that, file them away for future reference, like he's compiling data on him. But unlike Inui-senpai, Kaidoh doesn't need to write any of it down. It's all muscle memory. There's no way he'd forget any of it.

Momoshiro blinks in and out of consciousness for a few seconds, the sensation of Kaidoh's lips sucking on his neck overwhelming him to a point where he can't do anything but take it. He twists his hands into Kaidoh's shirt, grabbing hold of him; he feels like he'll fall off the end of the world if he doesn't. These needy little gasps are coming up out of his throat as Kaidoh continues to work on his very sensitive neck.

They're embarrassing sounds, and Momoshiro feels embarrassed too by the way Kaidoh is controlling all of these sensations.

It's like he's found out the way Momoshiro works—something which he didn't even know himself—and now he's taking full advantage of that fact. Momoshiro simply hangs on, hands still gripping on Kaidoh's shirt, and he rests his head against the side of Kaidoh's ear. It's all he can do at the moment, he's a bit out of order with the way Kaidoh's insistent mouth is trying to create some kind of vortex on his neck. The suction is driving him mad, but it's probably the best feeling in the world.

Well, pretty much anything Kaidoh does to him right now feels like the best thing in the world. And right now, Momoshiro is running too much on instinct to be able to think about this clearly. Kaidoh sucked away the last shreds of his working mind.

Momoshiro can feel Kaidoh releasing his strong hold on his neck, and Kaidoh's breath hits the sore and throbbing spot, it feels nice. He drawls out a sigh against Kaidoh's ear before he darts out his tongue and licks the tip of it. He releases his hands from the strong grip on Kaidoh's shirt, and moves one hand up, around the back of Kaidoh's neck, and he pushes their heads closer before he scratches Kaidoh's neck as well. It earns him a low grunt from Kaidoh, and suddenly Momoshiro feels rejuvenated, as if Kaidoh's breaths are like CPR to him and they're bringing him back to his senses, back to being alive.

Yeah, he really has never felt so alive before. With all these impulses running and zapping through him like a storm. And it's all because of Kaidoh.

This is really something he can't fight anymore. Not that Momoshiro was able to in the first place. Once it started, it just had its own mind, and now they're here, in their hut, on Momoshiro's bed, panting and sucking and doing whatever the hell they feel like.

Momoshiro feels like doing everything to Kaidoh. But mostly he just wants to feel his burning skin collide with his—it's like this sudden need he's gotten. Like a fire that keeps growing hotter, and Kaidoh's skin provides relief. Which isn't true at all, because when his fingertips brush against the back of Kaidoh's neck, they feel all tingly like they've been burned. Everything does.

Then Kaidoh's mouth returns, wet and hard on his neck, and Momoshiro gasps for air as he feels Kaidoh sucking on it hard, as hard as he can, like he's trying to bruise it, and he probably is. Momoshiro claws at the back of Kaidoh's head, tearing off his stupid bandana and lets it fall to the side, so he has access to Kaidoh's hair. His fingers get lost in it, and they move around his head, until he pulls at it when his neck gets overbearing again, and Momoshiro feels like he needs something to hold onto.

Not only is Kaidoh using his mouth to attack Momoshiro, his hands aren't standing still either, wandering over his back and scratching him wherever he can. Momoshiro had no idea he would have liked something like this, but he does. He never thought he would have liked any of this, but his body is responding to everything Kaidoh does, like he's been wanting it all this time.

Kaidoh's arms around him feel secure and warm, and his nails simply spur him on, and it's making his body move against his own will. Momoshiro pushes himself forwards, hips sliding across Kaidoh's, something which makes him shudder in relief. All this tension that's building up, the only way to relieve it is to keep moving with Kaidoh. To not let go, and touch him everywhere he can.

Not that Momoshiro wants to let go in the first place.

Quite the opposite; he wants Kaidoh closer, he doesn't want to be separated from him at all. Kaidoh just feels too good, and the things he's doing to him feel even more amazing.

The other hand that isn't busy pulling at Kaidoh's hair, is resting at Kaidoh's side, and Momoshiro decides it's time to slip it under Kaidoh's shirt. His fingers trail over the bumps of Kaidoh's ribs, and he moves it to the center of his chest, then sets his nails against it, pressing them into the warm skin. In one jerky movement, Momoshiro drags his nails down, from his chest all the way down to his hips. Kaidoh takes a break from abusing Momoshiro's neck to hiss in response.

Momoshiro is loving this.

No matter what Kaidoh does to him, Momoshiro will find ways to get back at him, to make him feel those same things. To make him feel like he can't do anything else but enjoy the ride.

With a yank on Kaidoh's hair to pull him back, Momoshiro has the chance to look at Kaidoh for a second again. Face pulled into a slight grimace, with his cheeks flushed with a deep red, and his lips parted open, breathing for air; he doesn't look much different from Momoshiro himself. It doesn't take more than a second for Momoshiro to smash his mouth against Kaidoh's again. He needs this. He really does. Kaidoh really is his oxygen.

All of this still feels unreal to Momoshiro. Like it's some kind of dream, some kind of fantasy he's having that involves kissing Kaidoh and doing unthinkable things to him. But there he is, angrily sucking in Kaidoh's tongue and keeping it in his mouth like it's his property, as if it belongs there. His hands are busy scratching Kaidoh's chest and the back of his neck. Kaidoh is busy doing the same thing, and he's pulling Momoshiro closer to him, so he can't escape.

Momoshiro doesn't want to escape, of course not. Not when there's a growing hot urge stuck in his shorts, and Kaidoh's being an asshole, because he's ignoring it. Momoshiro shoves his hips into Kaidoh's waist, so the hardness presses up against his abdomen. He sighs against Kaidoh's mouth as the contact feels like sizzling electricity sparking him everywhere.

Their mouths keep pulling back and smacking together again and again. Like they're trying to see who will back down and quit, or perhaps it's because it just feels really good. Each time they're back, their tongues collide, hot, wet, and sort of slippery and sloppy. But Momoshiro doesn't care. They're rough and not precise, and he sort of likes that part about Kaidoh.

He sort of likes all parts of Kaidoh.

What he doesn't like is that his shirt is still on. This time Momoshiro pulls away without coming back to Kaidoh's mouth, and he pushes himself away a bit from Kaidoh's waist. His hands are now resting against Kaidoh's chest, falling down onto his lap, as he takes in deep breaths to calm himself down a little bit.

He looks at Kaidoh, and Kaidoh looks back at him. This feels like a connection only they know, and Momoshiro wants to press them back together again, but he's got other ideas.

First, Momoshiro pulls his hands away and he reaches for the edge of his own shirt, the one Kaidoh scribbled a peach on not too long ago. He yanks it over his own head and drops it somewhere behind him. His skin feels hot and it's glowing red, there's even streaks of scratches that Kaidoh caused not too long ago. Then his hands grab Kaidoh's shirt, and he pulls it up, slower than he did with himself, and Kaidoh obliges this time, lifting up his arms so Momoshiro can finally take it off. The shirt slides across his hot skin before it's thrown away.

His bare hand presses up against Kaidoh's naked chest, pushing him up against the wall, and he's sitting there, breathing, staring at Momoshiro. Momoshiro stares right back at him, breathing in just as hard, just as needy and crazy.

They both move—it's not clear who moves first—and they're back, lips sucking and teeth biting, hands moving all over their naked chests as if its their lifeline. Momoshiro feels like there's too much blood rushing to his head; this feels fucking fantastic. It's probably better than the first time. When his body jerks and twitches as Kaidoh scratches the front of his chest, he concludes it is better than the first time. He moans right into Kaidoh's mouth; he can't control the way his body reacts to all this pleasure. To all the things Kaidoh is making him feel. He wants to feel this all the time, every day. Momoshiro wraps his arms around Kaidoh's neck, and their naked hot chests finally meet up. He can feel Kaidoh's wild heartbeat against him, and wonders if Kaidoh can hears his too.

The satisfying beat of Kaidoh's heart feels very comforting, like Momoshiro can't stop listening to it. Because it's Kaidoh's, and it's going just as fast as his own. Kaidoh's feeling everything he's feeling. Kaidoh's doing everything he's doing. Kaidoh's just there, doing all these things, with him. Like some bizarre fantasy shared between them.

It's kind of amazing that they're in this moment, that they're doing this. Kaidoh's kind of amazing too.

Momoshiro closes his eyes as he's in a daze, and briefly parts from Kaidoh's lips so he can suck in another breath (there doesn't seem to be enough air available to him in this hut). And somewhere, along the way, he murmurs out a very low and distinguishable grunt that sounded very much like the first syllable of Kaidoh's name.

When Momoshiro realizes this, he tenses up and his eyes fly open and his face turns a deep red. His heart sinks to the bottom of his stomach.

Kaidoh heard that too—it's sort of hard not to, since everything else they're doing is completely nonverbal. And Kaidoh has memorized what his name sounds like when Momoshiro starts to say it, would recognize it instantly, although it's never sounded quite like this, like it was pulled out of Momoshiro's throat by some unknown force, punctuating their ragged breathing, and embarrassing, incoherent noises like a bolt of lightning in the middle of a storm. It startles Kaidoh just as much as lightning would; frightens him a little, too.

It makes him stop moving, makes his mind click into gear and start spinning.

And then it's too late, because Kaidoh has acknowledged it, can't unhear it. It's pounding in his eardrums on a continuous loop. He can feel Momoshiro rigid against him, and when Kaidoh's eyelids flutter open, he can see Momoshiro staring back at him, with this look Kaidoh's rarely seen him wear, like he's embarrassed or guilty. Momoshiro is usually so stupidly shameless that this catches Kaidoh off-guard, and it's very similar to that face Momoshiro had the very first time this happened, and that makes Kaidoh's chest clench up with nervousness and sends his mind into a frenzy.

But he's not going to let Momoshiro run this time. Instead he grabs onto Momoshiro's arm with his hand, his fingers digging into it, holding Momoshiro there, keeping him in the moment. He raises his other hand from Momoshiro's chest, pulled tightly now into a fist, and bumps his knuckles into Momoshiro's cheek. It's gentle, but Kaidoh's eyes are not. There's still fire there, and Kaidoh's come too far to let Momoshiro chicken out. Or worse—make Kaidoh want to chicken out. The longer they sit here, stalled out and staring at each other, the more Kaidoh's own face heats up, the more aware he becomes of what they're doing, of how exposed he is, of how it all makes him feel. And fuck that, aware is the last thing Kaidoh needs to be. He just wants to do it. Feel it, not analyze it.

Snap out of it, he wants to say. Or snap back into it, maybe. Stop thinking. He narrows his eyes at Momoshiro like he's challenging him, challenging himself. Is that all you've got? Are you going to back down?

"Shut up," Kaidoh tells him finally, voice crackling out like he's forgotten how to say words. He hisses, opening his fist against Momoshiro's face and letting his fingers trail down until they're curled around Momoshiro's neck. He presses the tips of his fingers into Momoshiro's soft skin and then leans forward, smashing his lips against Momoshiro's mouth, hard, like he's trying to punch him with his face. Well, maybe he is. Because that's just how they work. Fighting makes everything easier.

Momoshiro winces in pain and growls before he pulls back. His embarrassment turns to anger and he glares at Kaidoh, though it looks very ineffective with his flaming red cheeks.

"Fuck you," he says. Then before Kaidoh can retort back, before this entire thing can be interrupted, he rushes back to claim Kaidoh's lips. Angry, agitated, and now he wants it even more.

The fact that he managed to say the first part of Kaidoh's name still lingers in the back of his mind, and it's making Momoshiro a lot more self conscious about everything. He tries not to think about it, but Kaidoh heard it, and Momoshiro knows he said it as well. Like he let slip out a dirty secret. Fuck.

To get his mind off of it, to try and continue like nothing else matters and there's nothing stopping them, Momoshiro simply bites Kaidoh's lips raw. It probably hurts, but he doesn't care. The more it hurts, the less he'll think, then he can forget he ever said anything. Stupid Kaidoh. He's making him do stupid things, making him feel the weirdest things, and experience the strangest impulses. Kaidoh's grip on his arm is firm and strong, he's not letting Momoshiro go, and it's not like he wants to anyway. But he can't get rid of the image in his head, the way Kaidoh's name slipped out of his throat, like his most embarrassing secret.

Momoshiro sinks his teeth into Kaidoh's bottom lip once more, tugging at it angrily. This is all Kaidoh's fault. Why can he make Momoshiro do all this? To want to do it all?

His teeth leave Kaidoh's lips alone, sliding his mouth to the left, until he's resting his face into the crook of Kaidoh's neck. Momoshiro still feels angry, and for some reason, he's still blushing a bit too; the image isn't going away from his mind.

With another sudden burst of anger, Momoshiro opens his mouth and sucks on the side of Kaidoh's neck, feeling a little satisfied when he can feel the snake move against him on instinct. But he doesn't leave it at that, he does what he did the last two times as well; he scrapes his teeth over the skin, before biting down on it completely. And he does it hard, as if he's trying to get rid of all his frustration, to get rid of the memory, to make him forget, and more importantly—to make Kaidoh forget he ever said anything.

Kaidoh jerks up against Momoshiro and his voice cuts through the air, short, piercing, and plaintive, almost like a whine. He twists his neck violently, like he's trying to throw Momoshiro off of him, but Momoshiro is like a barnacle clinging onto him, teeth refusing to give up their hold.

And it hurts! Momoshiro is biting Kaidoh pretty fucking hard and it hurts.

But it's also giving Kaidoh this crazy rush, like Momoshiro's teeth are made of sparking electrical wires and they're jolting him with energy and completely frying any semblance of logical thought.

He isn't going to let Momoshiro do that to him without consequences though. He's not going to just sit there and writhe around helplessly like he likes it, although he does and he's pretty sure Momoshiro knows it too, what with the way Kaidoh keeps angrily shoving his body up against Momoshiro's. But he's not powerless against all this stuff Momoshiro is doing to him. He knows how to retaliate. He knows ways to make Momoshiro squirm as well.

Kaidoh's fingers at Momoshiro's neck scratch their way along until they're back behind Momoshiro's head, fingernails swiping long, dangerous lines into the delicate skin between Momoshiro's neck and shoulder blades. He lets out a threatening hiss against the shell of Momoshiro's ear, and then his whole hand twists up into Momoshiro's hair and rests there a moment before his nails scrape back down to the nape of his neck. They don't stop there though, scratching clear down Momoshiro's spine, like he wants to mark him up, like he doesn't want Momoshiro to ever forget about it.

Momoshiro breathes out a sharp hiss against Kaidoh's neck, but refuses to let go, not wanting to lose this weird competition to see who can cause the most pain, and who can withstand the most pain. He's pretty sure Kaidoh scratched him hard enough to bleed, and it stings, it really does, but it also feels like such a wake-up call and adrenaline rush. Like Kaidoh isn't backing down. His face scrunches up in a weird expression as the cold air hits the marks on his back and on his neck; he's definitely bleeding.

Well, fuck you too Kaidoh.

Momoshiro lets go, teeth springing free from the flesh, and he tilts his chin until he finds another spot, free from any teethmarks, and bites down hard in there too. Kaidoh squirms against him, a weird noise emerging from his throat, and in return he scratches the hell out of Momoshiro's back.

This is kind of making Momoshiro feel numb. But numb is good, numb means he doesn't have to think, doesn't need to recap what happened only moments ago. Like it's a secret that can stay buried now, that he won't have to acknowledge. Fuck if he'll do that. He's going to bite Kaidoh everywhere if he has to, just to get rid of the memory. To make Kaidoh think of nothing else but the pain, and their sweaty bodies moving and squirming, and they're out to hurt each other. Kaidoh certainly is, with his sharp nails, drawing blood. So Momoshiro reciprocates, biting harder and sucking until there's a nice purple bruise on the side of Kaidoh's neck.

But that's not all Momoshiro does, his hands are also busy scratching the front of Kaidoh's chest. There. Payback. Asshole.

Momoshiro has no idea why they're suddenly so violent—though he guesses it's because he is angry, and he's trying to forget what he said—and the most mysterious part of it all; this is turning him on. In fact, everything is.

From Kaidoh's loud gasps, to his movements beneath his own body, to the nails digging deep into his skin and scraping all the way down, which is making Momoshiro exhale weird sounds. It's all weird, it's very strange, but nothing they ever did was normal in the first place. Fighting to hurt is their thing, to one-up each other. Momoshiro just never knew it could grow into this weird kink.

When he thinks he's sucked on Kaidoh's neck enough, he leaves it alone. There's bitemarks and a suckmark right next to each other. It looks like it hurts, and this makes Momoshiro smirk in satisfaction.

Kaidoh sighs as Momoshiro pulls back from his neck. It's a funny, trembling sound that might be a noise of relief, or maybe one of disappointment. He smoothes his hand out against Momoshiro's back, no longer scratching—he'll give Momoshiro a respite from that too; fair is fair. He can feel, with some satisfaction, where his nails broke the skin, and he's sure that stings—he hopes it does.

His other hand loosens its death grip on Momoshiro's arm—there doesn't seem to be much cause to worry about him going anywhere anymore—and slides up to his shoulder and then cups Momoshiro's jaw to tilt his face so Kaidoh can look at him. He sees anger flaring in Momoshiro's eyes, and Kaidoh feels that same fire coursing through his own veins, like an insatiable urge. And he can't tell if that urge is one to make Momoshiro hurt, or to simply make him feel good. Or maybe both. Because they're becoming blurred for Kaidoh as well. Everything Momoshiro is doing to him is just making Kaidoh feel really good. For some bizarre reason, he's into it all of it, and he sure as hell doesn't want it to stop.

But he also kind of needs a break. He feels dizzy, his insides feel pressurized, and if Momoshiro bites him again right now, Kaidoh's pretty sure his brain might implode from all the sensations.

So he splays his fingers out over Momoshiro's cheek and then uses them to pulls him close so Kaidoh can press his lips, which feel swollen and abused, against Momoshiro's mouth. It feels like returning to familiar territory, and he sucks at Momoshiro's lips eagerly, because he can't help himself. It's stupid how good it feels.

It is a nice break from the previous scratching and biting, Momoshiro almost feels relieved how soft Kaidoh's lips feel against his. The fingers on his cheek also feel nice, and sort of gentle—they're not scratching him at least. So Momoshiro kisses back, not as angry as before, not putting much force behind it, but the same intensity is still there, after all, Momoshiro likes it.

Momoshiro's little slip up is now already halfway forgotten, memories replaced by feelings that are pounding on his heart's door, demanding attention. Demanding all of it. Kaidoh's doing the demanding, lips pressing against his like he needs Momoshiro, which makes Momoshiro feel like his insides are being thrown around in this weird mixture of wants and needs. Yeah, Momoshiro sort of needs it too, and he shows it in the way his lips won't pull away from Kaidoh. Swiping across the throbbing flesh, then pushing his tongue against it, until Kaidoh's mouth opens up, and they're once more overwhelmed by the feelings of their hot tongues meshing together. Momoshiro can still not quite get used to it, the way it makes him shudder, and lean in closer, the way it's making his breathing act all weird, and his voice keeps making funny noises.

At least Kaidoh's making funny noises too.

And hopefully Momoshiro won't be forming words anytime soon. He doesn't want that to happen again. Nor does he want to be reminded of it.

They might be going slower right now, falling into a steady pace of rubbing their tongues together, then pulling away and sucking at their lips, but it's still making Momoshiro feel like he's on edge. Like his entire body is on fire, and he needs something to help him relieve himself of this annoying and growing urge.

Which is mostly just his hard boner in his pants. It's being ignored.

Momoshiro presses his hips up against Kaidoh's stomach, so that he can't keep ignoring it, and because it feels good to get some sort of stimulation. It's like he's communicating that there's a problem in his pants, and Kaidoh needs to do something about it.

Kaidoh reacts immediately, like it's an instinct, and, well, reacting to Momoshiro kind of is. He rolls his own hips forward, trying to press their bodies closer together, and huffs against Momoshiro's mouth, a little disgruntled, because, really, it's just not enough. With Momoshiro, Kaidoh never can seem to get enough. It's been a fact that's lurked around like a mortifying secret for years, and it's still there, a constant thud in the back of Kaidoh's mind, only now it's turned from mortifying to … kind of exciting.

Everything he does with Momoshiro is exciting, and Kaidoh doesn't want to stop. He wants to do more. The hand at Momoshiro's back slides down to rest at his hip. He grips onto Momoshiro, fingers digging into his skin, urging him to press against him again, closer this time, harder. And when Momoshiro does, when he follows Kaidoh's cue, Kaidoh hisses against Momoshiro's mouth, his lips curling. Then he sucks Momoshiro's bottom lip into his mouth.

He likes this side of Momoshiro, all rough and needy, and what he needs right now seems to be Kaidoh, which feels totally unreal and weird, and pretty amazing. And Kaidoh isn't immune either. He loves the friction, the closeness, the sweaty contact. He craves it, needs it. He needs Momoshiro. It's this desperate thing he can't seem to control even if he wanted to. And by the way Momoshiro is pressed so tight against him, Kaidoh's pretty sure he can't control himself either.

Yeah. About that.

Kaidoh's hand leaves Momoshiro's hip and trails along the waistband of his shorts until it stops in front of the prominent bulge at Momoshiro's crotch. Kaidoh lets go of Momoshiro's lip, choosing to attack Momoshiro's tongue instead, pulling it into his mouth with his teeth and swiping his tongue urgently against it.

And then, just as abruptly, he pulls back and locks eyes with Momoshiro, giving him a challenging expression, eyes dark and narrowed. His pulse leaps wildly in his chest, and something fizzles inside of him like the fuse to a bomb. He sucks in a breath, and his cheeks heat up, but can't seem to tear his gaze away. He can't explain why, but he wants to see Momoshiro's face when he does this, like it's somehow important for him to know exactly what he's making Momoshiro feel.

His knuckles press into Momoshiro's stomach as he presses his fingers under the waistband, and then his hand turns over and slides lower, into Momoshiro's shorts, and makes contact with Momoshiro's hot and needy erection.

The contact of Kaidoh's slightly colder skin makes Momoshiro suck in a breath between his lips which he's biting down on, as if this is preventing him from making any other sounds. He looks right back at Kaidoh, feeling like he can't lose, that if he looks away, he'll have lost, and Kaidoh has the upper hand. But it's sort of embarrassing too; Kaidoh can see all the reactions he's drawing out of Momoshiro, and those are kind of … a lot.

From the shivering of his body, to his face heating up with blood, and to his unconscious movements that are pushing himself closer against Kaidoh's hand, his hips moving against his own will. And there are embarrassing—mortifying really—sounds just waiting to burst out of him, but Momoshiro tries hard to keep them in check. He doesn't want to blurt out Kaidoh's name again on accident. But he does whimper like this needy puppy dog who's waiting for his bowl of food. It's disgusting, and Kaidoh should stop looking at him like that.

But Kaidoh's still staring at him, not doing anything but slide his hand over his needy and hard penis, just pulsating with blood. Move, damnit. Do something. Stop staring at him, that's embarrassing, it's making his heart race painfully. Without Kaidoh's face to hide behind, he feels so exposed. Momoshiro doesn't want Kaidoh to see him like this, so out of control, so dependent on the friction of Kaidoh's hand, but he can't look away either. He can see Kaidoh too, whose face is just as red and sweaty as his, whose lips are parted and panting for air—but at least he's not the one who is trying to roll his hips against a certain someone's hand.

Momoshiro places his hand on top of Kaidoh's shoulder and grips it tightly, holding onto him and giving him some support, he feels a little lost just sitting on Kaidoh, waiting for him to start. Waiting for him to do something, because damn, he wants him to. He remembers the last time they did this, and while certainly embarrassing afterwards, it was amazing. They had both wanted it, both done it, it was like this weird connection between them that kept them going.

He's done a lot of jerking off to just that memory, and has been secretly wishing it would happen again.

But now it's not a memory anymore, now it's a reality. Kaidoh is here with him again, hand down Momoshiro's pants, and grabbing hold of his penis which twitches in anticipation. Anticipation that has built up for weeks. And now they're finally doing it again, but Kaidoh refuses to do anything but grip his hand around the warm flesh.

Just move already!

Momoshiro growls before he bucks his hips forward, causing his erection to slide in Kaidoh's hand. He sighs out in pleasure from the sensation, eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed; finally some friction. His grip on Kaidoh's shoulder becomes tighter, he's shaking a bit now, it's overwhelming. He almost closes his eyes to focus on Kaidoh's hand, but then remembers they're holding some sort of staring contest, and he's not going to lose.

He mouths out something wordlessly to Kaidoh with his red lips. He could have said move or fuck you, either one probably works. All he wants is for Kaidoh to touch him again, he's almost begging for it. And that's really gross, but Momoshiro can't help it.

Kaidoh's fingers curl around Momoshiro's penis and he twists his wrist as he strokes up at it, pulling it out of Momoshiro's shorts. He keeps staring at Momoshiro, like Momoshiro's reactions are his encouragement. He doesn't need to look down to know what he's doing. He can feel the weight and heat of Momoshiro's erection against his palm as his hand squeezes and pulls, feels Momoshiro's hips thrust a little, pushing the head of his penis against Kaidoh's fingertips.

And Momoshiro's eyes seem to be speaking volumes, suddenly exposed and vulnerable and asking for all kinds of things. The way they look at Kaidoh, widening in surprise, squinting in concentration. The way Momoshiro's cheeks flush and his mouth pulls open to pant out little bursts of air, making dirty little sounds that burn Kaidoh's ears. It's turning Kaidoh on in ways he never expected. He's doing all this to Momoshiro. He's making Momoshiro like this. It's crazy. It's embarrassing too, and Kaidoh keeps fighting the instinct to close his eyes or look away in shame, because now it's like some kind of competition he started and he's not going to break eye contact for anything. He can't be the one to back down.

His fingers slip up over the tip of Momoshiro's penis, feeling it throb meaningfully against his fingertips. He circles the slit, now slick with pre-cum, and Momoshiro shudders out a breath and Kaidoh sees his teeth biting against his lip. He looks desperate and undone. It'll be a hard image for Kaidoh to shake from his mind later, but maybe that's the point, maybe that's why he's staring at Momoshiro in the first place.

He slides his hand back down again, pumping his fingers around the shaft, and starts to move in a building rhythm until the sound of their breaths is joined by the familiar rubbing sound.

Which should be disgusting.

In fact, part of Kaidoh wants to feel disgusted with this, too, because that would be more … normal and excusable, and wouldn't tie Kaidoh's insides up in knots. But he isn't. He likes it. He likes being the one to do this to Momoshiro, and he likes that Momoshiro is letting him.

But just watching Momoshiro is starting to make Kaidoh feel overwhelmed, like he's seeing something he shouldn't, like he's seeing too much. So he lets his gaze drop from Momoshiro's eyes to his mouth, which looks red, swollen, and somehow inviting, and Kaidoh's other hand slides back around Momoshiro's head so he can pull him close and kiss those stupidly tempting lips, feeling Momoshiro's breath puff out, warm, wet, and ragged against him as he does.

And Momoshiro devours Kaidoh in return, glad to not be sitting in front of him anymore, exposed and needy. Now he can close his eyes, and make sure Kaidoh does too, or at least can't see him make any weird faces anymore. He's trembling because Kaidoh just keeps pulling at him, and it was really weird to be staring at each other while he did that. Like he was just jerking him around, both figuratively and literally.

He can't let Kaidoh get away with that, even though he sort of wants him to. He feels like doing nothing at all, and let Kaidoh have his way—because his way feels fantastic. But there's still that instinct buried deep within Momoshiro, the need to compete, the urge to never let Kaidoh be on top. And he guesses it counts for this activity as well.

At least he's literally on top of Kaidoh, that counts for something.

Momoshiro pushes his lips against Kaidoh's, forcing him back up against the wall, and thrusting his hips up so that his penis slides through Kaidoh's tight grip on him. He's seeing stars for a second, and simply gasps for air as he pries his lips away from Kaidoh's. His mind is spinning numbingly fast; every sensation is heightened, and Kaidoh is the one that's doing it. Fingers slipping over the base of his penis, up and then down, becoming slightly wet because Momoshiro is so turned on, he can't help but leak pre-cum all over Kaidoh's hand.

It's really fucking nasty, but Momoshiro can't seem to care at the moment. After all, it's the best fucking feeling in the world, a hundred times better than if he did it alone in the bushes.

But Momoshiro has to do something too. As much as he wants to experience this weird handjob from Kaidoh, and kiss his lips like there's no tomorrow, he feels like he has to give it back to Kaidoh. To make him feel the same things, to have him gasp for air as well, and look needy and writhe against his body. Yes, that's exactly what he wants Kaidoh to do. As his tongue pushes into Kaidoh's mouth to collide with the other wet muscle, his free hand falls into Kaidoh's lap, right on top of the bulge between them. He can feel Kaidoh twitch away, his tongue getting more demanding from him, and the grip on his own penis getting tighter, and the pace faster.

Ah fuck, maybe he should just let Kaidoh get away with it, keep touching him like this—it feels too good. It feels great. Momoshiro slumps his body against Kaidoh's, not leaving him much room to move his hand between them, but he doesn't care, he feels like his energy has left him, there's nothing left in him but suddery breaths. Then Kaidoh continues to play around with his tongue, even sucking it into his own mouth and biting down on it, making Momoshiro hiss and groan. Why does this even feel good?

Why does he even try to rationalize it?

But no, he can't let Kaidoh do everything. He can't enjoy himself without giving something back, because that's what they do. It's what they've always done. Momoshiro finally turns his hand over, his hand cupping Kaidoh through his shorts; it's a little damp. Good, at least he's just as turned on as Momoshiro is. Though Momoshiro is the one who is letting out embarrassing little gasps as Kaidoh pulls at him. He moves back a bit, giving them both room to maneuver around, his tongue sliding out of Kaidoh's mouth, but he coaxes Kaidoh to meet him halfway instead, licking at his lips. When Kaidoh's tongue darts out to touch Momoshiro's, he finally leaves the bulge alone, and slips his hand inside the shorts to finally make contact with Kaidoh's hard penis.

Momoshiro feels empowered when Kaidoh tries to hiss at his fingers slipping around him, but it ends up as a failure, what with his tongue being out and busy with Momoshiro's and all. Good, good, he can draw out reactions from Kaidoh as well.

Then they are finally there, meeting halfway, hands around their erections, and tongues messily slipping up against one another.

Momoshiro tries very hard to control his breathing—or fuck, control anything, but it's almost impossible to. Kaidoh's hand just keeps bobbing up and down, the friction driving him absolutely crazy. He starts to work on Kaidoh as well, wrapping his fingers around the shaft tightly, and then he pulls up, his palm gliding up on the glans to spread out Kaidoh's pre-cum so that his hand can slide easier, and easier it becomes. Soon enough, Momoshiro is matching up with Kaidoh's pace, jerking each other off in a sloppy rhythm, but it's a good rhythm.

It's making all of Momoshiro's muscles contract, and relax, and his breath is going haywire. Every sense is magnified just because they're still touching each other with their tongues. Momoshiro would have never known he'd like someone else's tongue like this. Much less like Kaidoh's hand jerking him off, but god does it feel good. He probably won't last long, even though he wants to.

Then Momoshiro pulls back, their tongues finally parting, and his eyelids flutter open; they feel heavy, and he wants to close them again. But he has to look at Kaidoh right now, it's payback. He wants to see his face as he squeezes Kaidoh's penis harder, before he brings his hand down, with his nails scraping along the base of it.

Kaidoh opens his eyes and glares at Momoshiro, his lips pulling into a snarl, but it's hard to look convincingly angry when his face is bright red and the sound that's stripped from his throat when Momoshiro does that sounds like a desperate and wild whine, like he's practically begging Momoshiro to keep going. He doesn't like being this out of control, this dependent on anyone. In fact, he wants to hate it … but he doesn't, because he isn't the only one going crazy here, and that fact is propelling him forward, keeping his hand moving, and his heart from bursting out of his chest from beating too fast.

This is like some kind of silent agreement between the two of them, a secret only they know, and Kaidoh doesn't hate it. Not at all. The needy pulse of energy through his bloodstream is slowly winning out over his mind's excuses and embarrassment, and he stares back at Momoshiro, panting out short, sharp breaths into the thick and heavy air between them, not looking away, not backing down.

He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, and his whole body seems to follow the curve of his inhalation, arching up against Momoshiro's hand, and Kaidoh's neck tenses and arches too, and he grimaces, irritated that he can't hide anything from Momoshiro.

It's like Momoshiro knows just how to touch him, just what to do. Even the fact that he's there staring at Kaidoh, eyes dark with the same need Kaidoh's feeling thrumming through him, even the way Momoshiro looks at Kaidoh makes him shiver, makes his penis throb harder and twitch against Momoshiro's fingers. Because Momoshiro doesn't look at anyone else like that. And he definitely doesn't do this with anyone else. This is just for Kaidoh. And Kaidoh's reactions are only for Momoshiro, too. And it will just stay between them, tied up in this moment and never spoken of or acknowledged. It's like a secret they can both block out later, if only to ignore how exposed they both are in this moment. Because ignoring that is the only way they can keep doing this.

But it's getting harder to block out or ignore. Momoshiro is an insistent and pervasive thought in Kaidoh's every waking moment. And that's only going to get worse the more they do this, the more memories Kaidoh has to fill up his mind with, until it's brimming over with Momoshiro. Kaidoh isn't sure what he'll do then. It already feels like so much, like he's feeling so much, and it's coming through now in the way he holds Momoshiro's stare, the way his voice keeps ripping out of him in hitched gasps and low, angry moans, the way his fingers squeeze around Momoshiro's penis and the hand at the back of Momoshiro's neck tangles up into his hair, clinging needily. Everything he feels is out there in the open, Momoshiro's seeing all of it.

And even now, Kaidoh refuses to be the first one to look away. He's going to force Momoshiro to, somehow. He moves his fingers around Momoshiro's penis, wrist twisting as they wind their way from the base and back to the tip, lingering there a moment as his thumb slides over the slit and then his whole hand is moving again, pumping up and down, gaining momentum.

Kaidoh rocks his hips forward, so that his own erection pushes against Momoshiro's hand, coaxingly, like he wants Momoshiro to speed up too. The fingers at the back of Momoshiro's neck scrape a line from his nape into Momoshiro's scalp, like now he's not just coaxing but demanding.

And just like that, another throaty moan escapes Momoshiro's mouth, his eyes almost closing down just to focus on the feeling of Kaidoh's fingers on his neck, and wrapped around his penis. It's really too much, especially when Kaidoh isn't looking away. Momoshiro finds he doesn't want him to anymore.

Seeing Kaidoh stare back at him keeps him grounded, prevents him from thinking this is a fantasy, some sick and twisted fantasy he's thought about one too many times during the day.

This is better than a fantasy. The thick scraping of Kaidoh's nails, scratching down on his soft skin, and his bony fingers sliding up and down, working some kind of magic on him. And this intense stare, with half open eyes, and exhaustion displayed on his face—it's leaving Momoshiro almost breathless.

Almost, because he's actually trying to hold his breath. It always seems to heighten all his sensations, and everything feels better. Like it'll make him snap if everything builds up too much.

With whatever is left of his working brain, Momoshiro yanks on Kaidoh's penis, faster to keep up with Kaidoh as well, and he loves seeing Kaidoh's face twist and his body squirm in response. Kaidoh won't look away though, no matter how much pressure Momoshiro exerts on his erection, or how fast he goes. Momoshiro won't look away either; this is kind of a turn on. A real big turn on, even if it's thoroughly embarrassing, and it makes him want to crawl underneath his blanket to hide in shame. Just the fact that Kaidoh's doing it too, probably feeling the same, keeps him looking back. Because it's also kind of erotic to see what his actions are causing Kaidoh to do, like taking in sharp and uneven breaths, and rocking his hips closer to his hand—and hissing has never seemed so sexy before. What was once a source of annoyance, simply spurs Momoshiro on; hissing reminds him they're here together, and this is Kaidoh, who is doing this to him, and he's doing it too.

There's this very weird strange pull in his chest, it feels sort of light, but also heavy, and it's drumming along with their erratic pace. It gets heavier with each breath he takes, but Momoshiro finds it's a good feeling, though a bit new. It starts to bounce around in his ribcage when he sees Kaidoh bite his lips, and thrust his hips forward again. This is so exciting. He can't believe he's still doing this, that they're both doing it.

Jerking each other off. Who knew?

It's almost enough to make Momoshiro come. In fact, everything is, he feels like he's waiting to burst for a while now, but he's trying his best to hold back. He wants to enjoy this longer, for as long as he can. And perhaps have Kaidoh finished first. Look right back at Kaidoh's face, and see him do all this funny but strangely exciting stuff with his face; those images are permanently burned into Momoshiro's mind now. He can close his eyes and see Kaidoh's face still in front of him, hot and red, and trying to breathe—but he doesn't close his eyes. He doesn't want to. He's going to finish this while looking him in the eye.

Momoshiro bucks his hips in tune with Kaidoh's strokes. His legs feel heavy and used, but it's not slowing him down or discouraging him at all. He can't help but let out a harsh moan as Kaidoh brings his hand down hard and fast. It's loud and fills up the air, and it makes his cheeks sting painfully because it makes him blush more, since Kaidoh saw all of that, heard all of that. He can't keep anything hidden from Kaidoh anymore. But Kaidoh can't either, so that makes him get over his embarrassment and continue to stroke Kaidoh, from his pubic bone, up till the glans, where it's wet and slippery, and pulls it down again, making sure Kaidoh can feel his nails too. Kaidoh's face twists up as he tries to breathe but groan at the same time.

See? It's not just Momoshiro that is on display here. Kaidoh is too. Momoshiro almost, almost wants to try calling out his name again, just to see how he'd react this time, when they're caught up in this moment and each action simply causes another reaction. He wants to find out all the reactions Kaidoh can make.

And Kaidoh can't really hold in any of his reactions anymore. Half the sounds he's making are completely foreign to him—the ragged growls, the needy little gasps, the strangled moans and whimpers—he's pretty sure his voice has never sounded like this before. It's raw and embarrassing, and even under Momoshiro's intense gaze, Kaidoh can't seem to keep his vocal cords in check. Or maybe it's because Momoshiro's looking at him that Kaidoh can't, like Momoshiro is forcing the sounds out of him with some weird power.

If Kaidoh had it his way, he wouldn't be making sounds at all, but he's not even thinking about it anymore; there's no place for self-conscious thoughts here now. His breath has a mind of its own, and Kaidoh's simply grateful that air is flowing in and out of him, because the things Momoshiro is doing to him are making it hard to breathe at all.

Things seem hazy and Kaidoh feels light-headed, but Momoshiro's stare keeps him grounded. Kaidoh simply focuses on those piercing eyes and stares back at him with the same angry energy, because it's the only way to keep himself from losing it. He's already close though, he can feel it. He thinks Momoshiro is, too, and right now they're both just holding on with pure will, waiting to see which one of them is going to topple first.

Kaidoh doesn't want to lose.

He keeps jerking at Momoshiro's penis, rhythm fast and slick, the sound of their hands ringing sloppily in the air. He doesn't even need to ask Momoshiro to match him, because Momoshiro speeds up automatically as Kaidoh does, does everything Kaidoh does and more. And Kaidoh wants to give it all back. The hand at Momoshiro's neck scratches fingers into Momoshiro's hair, and at the same time, Kaidoh runs his fingernails down Momoshiro's penis, tracing along one of the veins. It makes Momoshiro's hips jerk forward against him and Kaidoh sees him shudder, face scrunching up. So Kaidoh figures it's a good idea to try that again, squeezing his palm around him as he does, tugging along the sensitive skin.

"Shh …" Shit. Is what Momoshiro tried to say. But the breath that he released from its hold is jittery, and his body is shuddering and jerking at Kaidoh's touch, that he can't do anything but sound like he's trying to mimic Kaidoh's hiss.

The sound of skin rubbing against skin becomes louder, until it's thrumming in Momoshiro's ears and it's all he hears. This is … he's not going to hold on for long. He wants to squeeze his eyes shut and throw his head back because Kaidoh's hand is this godsend, it's a warm and insistent presence that won't go away, it won't stop until he's done.

But not yet!

Momoshiro is still holding Kaidoh's gaze—however difficult that seems to be at the moment—but he can't look away now. Not when Kaidoh's going just as crazy as he is, unrestrained in what his body wants to do, what he's feeling. Momoshiro has never seen Kaidoh this expressive before, and he loves every bit of it. And it's all because of him that Kaidoh is scrunching up his face and making needy little gasps, his body responding to everything Momoshiro does to him.

Not that Momoshiro can restrain himself, he's going along with everything just like Kaidoh is. From the nails that run along the sensitive skin of his penis, to the nails that are scraping against his scalp. It feels good, it's so thrilling and exciting, but mostly just feels really good. Momoshiro's own hand has definitely never felt like this, and it shows on his face. How desperate he is for Kaidoh to continue jerking him off, to keep that hand on the back of his head, and to keep looking at him too.

Momoshiro releases his death grip on Kaidoh's shoulder, then slides his hand up towards his neck, where the bitemarks are, the skin looks red, and you can clearly see the row of teeth that he left there. With his fingertips, he presses down on it. Kaidoh makes this weird whining sound in response, and jerks Momoshiro's penis around, which makes him in return hiss once more.

"Ahh." Crap, that was really loud. Momoshiro tilts his face a bit to the right as if to hide his embarrassment, but it soon washes away when Kaidoh looks at him as if he enjoyed that.

Aside from reaching his climax, what Momoshiro wants to do as well is kiss Kaidoh. It's not because he isn't already overwhelmed by what is being done to him at the moment; kissing Kaidoh just seems … nice. And it does feel nice, it's a good feeling no matter how many times their lips are pressed up against one another, sloppy or slow or rough—he doesn't care. He'll take it all.

His lips are already parted from taking in shallow breaths, but this time he wants to reach over and pull Kaidoh into a kiss. He can't though … they're doing this stupid thing where they're looking each other in the eye, not breaking eye contact, because whoever does first, loses, and Momoshiro doesn't lose.

Suddenly he wants to lose very badly though. Those lips just look so damn inviting, and Momoshiro's mind isn't running correctly anymore, being thrown into a tizzy because Kaidoh just keeps stroking, harder and faster, and uses his nails every once in a while too. Momoshiro reciprocates; also sliding his nails along the shaft of Kaidoh's penis, and pulling hard at the skin. Ahh, he wants to kiss him—go and lose already, Kaidoh. Stupid snake. Doesn't he want to kiss too?

And Kaidoh does, but he doesn't want to break this either, he doesn't want to be the one to forfeit the competition. But he's painfully aware of Momoshiro's hot and swollen lips, just waiting there in front of him, parted slightly like they're deliberately taunting Kaidoh. Fucking asshole. Well, Kaidoh's not just going to take that.

His fingernails at the back of Momoshiro's neck press harsh crescent indentations into the skin, and he keeps tugging at Momoshiro's erection like it's all he knows how to do. And right now, it kind of is. He's caught up in the rhythm, moving automatically, urgently. Stopping is not an option, not until they're both finished. Just a little bit faster, a little bit harder, a little more.

Momoshiro is helping him out, both with his own hand, and with the movement of his hips, which feels more and more ragged with each little thrust, and it's driving Kaidoh wild. Momoshiro's expressions are too. Kaidoh feels a little like he's going to come just from watching Momoshiro's face pull and twist each time he reacts, because he's never seen Momoshiro's face look quite like that, and he really likes it. He should be disgusted with himself, and maybe he will be later, but right now he's too turned on by everything he's seeing and hearing to care. He's too caught up in Momoshiro for anything else to matter.

His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, which feel like they've gone dry from hanging open in the air, his breath puffing out through them over and over in shallow gasps. They're a bit raw from everything Momoshiro's put them through, and still throbbing slightly. He narrows his eyes at Momoshiro, looking at him like he's hungry for more, and he licks his lips again, leaning forward, just a little, still staring into Momoshiro's eyes, unfaltering and determined. He's testing his limits now, seeing how far he can push before Momoshiro will push back.

Once more his fingers scratch into Momoshiro's scalp, and Kaidoh arches forward so they're even closer, their foreheads nearly touching now, and he lets out a needy hiss as his penis slips through Momoshiro's sliding fingers.

That's close enough.

Momoshiro jams his face into Kaidoh's, putting in a lot of force behind it because he wants it, he wants it now. Their teeth collide painfully, but with all the things Kaidoh has done to him already, with his raw back, this feels like nothing. He grips his hand tighter on Kaidoh's penis, feeling it almost slip out as their bodies try to move closer, because their lips are moving so extravagantly, and it's simply fast and urgent, like a complete whirlwind of movements.

So what Momoshiro lost, so what his eyes are closed—he doesn't fucking care. He's swiping his lips and sucking the day lights out of Kaidoh's, simultaneously being pleasured by the pumping of their hands. Nothing really matters anymore, as long as Kaidoh stays here, in this moment, doing this with him, Momoshiro doesn't care what happens.

All he cares about is feeling good, and touching Kaidoh wherever he can. And touching he does.

Momoshiro's lips don't stay gentle at all, they're rough and demanding, they're pulling and tugging at Kaidoh's lips just like before. Which proves to be a little bit hard to do, because his body refuses to cooperate most of the time, as he's busy focusing on what's happening below, and whenever Kaidoh pulls at his throbbing erection again, his body simply shuts down for a second and then boots back up again, ready for more. Oh yeah, he definitely wants more. So his tongue forces its way into Kaidoh's mouth, and if Kaidoh was waiting for it, he meets him halfway. It's slippery and slimy, sort of gross, but it's warm and exciting, and it's sending his heart out of control. He can feel his own penis throb harder and harder against Kaidoh's moving hand. The calluses of Kaidoh's hand slide over the softened skin, and it's kind of rough and a tiny bit painful, but Momoshiro likes it that way. He doesn't think he could ever hate something Kaidoh does to him right now.

The same thing seems to be true to Kaidoh. Momoshiro can see he likes and reacts to just about anything Momoshiro does—even if he isn't trying. Whenever another moan is ripped out of his throat, it seems to encourage Kaidoh to go on, and the stroking becomes more intense, which leaves Momoshiro biting down on Kaidoh's tongue in pleasure. Biting seems to be the only way to cope with this, to prevent himself from coming right then and there; he still wants to enjoy this. Enjoy it as long as possible, because he's having the time of his life.

Also, Momoshiro simply wants Kaidoh to come first. The bastard came second last time, and that's just not acceptable to Momoshiro in this hazy state.

It's like he's secretly taunting Momoshiro, saying he's better at this, at lasting longer. Well. Momoshiro can too. And he'll make him come, he'll be damn sure of that.

Momoshiro goes all out, replicating all the things he's done before to get Kaidoh to shudder in pleasure. He wants to hear him moan just because of him. Nails scratch the bitemarks on Kaidoh's neck, as he rips Kaidoh's tongue out of his mouth and takes it into his own, biting down on the tip of it, letting out a frazzled gasp for air. His wrist turns and twists and pumps Kaidoh's warm penis up and down, also leaving out his nails to pinch the skin where Kaidoh likes it the most. Momoshiro's body just instinctively knows how to do all this, how to make Kaidoh feel good. It's not something he'd ever thought he would know, or do, but here he is, sucking on Kaidoh's tongue to nurse his wound, and palm riding up and down, smeared with his pre-cum.

Just come already, Momoshiro wants to say. But it's a bit hard when Kaidoh's making him feel good too. Well shit, he's going to come soon if Kaidoh doesn't!

Kaidoh is trying his best to keep up, but it's hard because everything Momoshiro is doing, all of it together, is so intense that it's becoming unbearable. Kaidoh can't take it. He tears his mouth away from Momoshiro's, neck arching back until his head hits the wall, and then he just sits there panting and screws his eyes shut, trying to hold on. He feels like he's got a fever spreading through him. His whole body is burning up. And it's like Momoshiro can sense that he's close to the edge, because he keeps speeding up, curling his fingers harder, scraping his nails in just the right place. It's aggravating. Kaidoh can't really do anything but sit there and take it.

His body is still moving though, hips jerking up against Momoshiro's touches, because he wants more friction. He needs it. He can feel it coming and he scrapes his fingers through Momoshiro's hair, tugging a bit at the ends like he's warning him, urging him to keep going, to please go faster.

And Momoshiro does, pumping hard, his nails scraping maddeningly along Kaidoh's penis, and suddenly Kaidoh's whole body tenses up, both his hands stops moving and just clutch at Momoshiro, and he comes, eyes still closed and mouth open. There's blood pounding in his ear drums so loud that he doesn't even register the sound he makes—a low, strained cry—like his voice is being torn out of him along with his orgasm. He shudders, trying to breathe. His forehead creases in concentration, focused only on what he's feeling. His face is flushed and sweaty. His mouth twitches, pulling into a grimace as he feels his penis pulse again and again into Momoshiro's hand and then go empty.

And then Kaidoh lets out a long, exhausted sounding breath and lets his eyelids flutter open. He tries to glare at Momoshiro, but he feels bleary and dazed so he doesn't quite manage it. But he's still determined, even now, even after that, and he starts jerking Momoshiro again, fast, almost like he's angry, and he kind of is, angry that Momoshiro was able to do all that to him.

But Kaidoh won't let him get away with it without fighting back. He's still panting hard, and feeling dizzy and tingly all over, but his hand is firm and clenches around Momoshiro's penis, tugging hard at the sensitive skin.

It doesn't take that much for Momoshiro to buck his hips in tune with Kaidoh's strokes; he's on edge and now it's his turn. He feels hot all over, like he's already had his orgasm, but it's still on its way, and it's coming fast, speeding up and accelerating all throughout his body, making him clench all his muscles.

Momoshiro tries to look at Kaidoh, to keep him in that moment, but it's kind of hard. He keeps seeing the image of Kaidoh's face crying out as he came, and that sends all his impulses running. The thought alone, that he made Kaidoh look like that, that he made him come—sperm still covering his hand—is enough for Momoshiro to screw his eyes shut and hold his breath as he focuses on Kaidoh's hand.

The skin goes up and down, frantic and desperate, and Momoshiro's desperate too, his eyes feel heavy and he's sweating all over his body. Kaidoh's making him feel way too hot, like he's sick, and it'll just keep getting worse, it's spreading over his entire body. Like some sort of Kaidoh disease. But it feels good. And then Kaidoh yanks at him like that, with his nails, and Momoshiro loses it. He flies towards Kaidoh's mouth, capturing him as he silences his own—probably very loud and embarrassing—moan that erupts from his throat. He arches his hips up against Kaidoh's hand, and his entire body starts shivering and twitching, in tune with the spasms that course through him and are making his brain blackout. He pushes hard against Kaidoh's mouth, determined to hang on, when the warm liquid starts emerging from the inside, along with all the wonderful explosive feelings, and Kaidoh's fingers are helping it along.

Momoshiro feels like his body has short circuited from the massive collide of crazy sensations.

He does blackout, for a couple of seconds, completely in a daze, doing nothing but lick Kaidoh's tongue, and both his hands are desperately clinging to his shoulders. His orgasm leaves him frozen, it's like his brain has fireworks going off on it, hence why he's seeing black spots in front of his eyes, and he can hear whistles in his ear going off, it's deafening. Momoshiro can barely do anything else besides focus on the feelings that are making him like this. Kaidoh keeps rubbing at him until Momoshiro is completely empty, he's got nothing left to give anymore, and Kaidoh slows down. Momoshiro feels his heart slow down too, breathing shuddery breaths through his nose.

But he continues to kiss Kaidoh, tongue still eagerly swirling around his, despite the need for taking in more oxygen. His brain is already fried, so who cares, it can do without the extra oxygen. Momoshiro just wants to enjoy this, as everything is starting to feel very relaxed and comfortable, like he could curl up against Kaidoh right now and fall asleep. He sort of is already, leaning into Kaidoh's body, despite the sweat, despite his sticky hand, and the stickiness between them, he doesn't care about that. Just cares about Kaidoh's mouth, which is like his lifeline.

Momoshiro finally does part from Kaidoh, resting his forehead against his. They're both taking in deep breaths, as if they've been underwater for so long and they had just broken through the surface to breathe. He tries to look at Kaidoh, but can't seem to focus on anything that close, so everything looks blurry. Or maybe his vision is just blurry. Momoshiro can feel himself start to shake. Or maybe that's Kaidoh. Or perhaps they're both shaking, he can't really tell. He runs his hands up (after a quick wipe on Kaidoh's shorts) against Kaidoh's neck and wraps his fingers around it, sliding into his dark hair, so he can keep Kaidoh steady as he kisses him on the lips again, this time less rough, less needy, but a bit more gentle and relaxed.

It makes something funny creep in his chest and stomach when Kaidoh kisses him back with the same kind of gentleness. He tries to not pay it any attention; his mind is full of Kaidoh, and that extremely good orgasm is still leaving him completely satisfied and in a bliss.

Momoshiro lets out a relaxed sigh against Kaidoh's lips. That was quite a workout.

Kaidoh feels himself winding down as well. Momoshiro's fingers dragged the fight right out of him and now he just feels heavy and tired, his energy completely spent. There's no competitiveness left in either of them. The game is over and maybe they both lost, but it feels like both of them won. And they're still kissing each other, mouths smacking together, slow and relaxed now, and Kaidoh's heart pounds, because he feels like this is just as important somehow.

His hand slides from Momoshiro's neck around to his cheek, cupping his face, fingers brushing at the short strands of hair that cling sweatily to Momoshiro's face. His skin is so warm, so soft, and Kaidoh can feel his pulse, thrumming rhythmically at his temple. And Momoshiro just lets Kaidoh touch him, sighing softly against Kaidoh's lips like he's enjoying it. It's nice, and Kaidoh shifts to press his mouth closer against Momoshiro, making a soft contented noise of his own.

Maybe they're both still too out of it to realize what they're doing—how they're no longer desperate for release but are still pressed tightly together like they want to be—or maybe they both actually like it. Hurting each other is one thing, the angry, frantic movements, but somehow Kaidoh likes this too. Maybe just as much. Maybe more.

He disentangles his other hand and wipes the stickiness off on the front of Momoshiro's shorts before tracing his fingers up Momoshiro's chest, pressing into the bare skin as he goes, and wrapping it around Momoshiro's shoulder to pull them closer together. Momoshiro just kind of fits against him. He doesn't even need to try.

Momoshiro winces as Kaidoh's arm grazes the scratchmarks on his back. They're not bleeding anymore, but they are still sensitive to the touch. Kaidoh really went all out … which still doesn't seem as disgusting as it should be. Everything should be disgusting and weird and Momoshiro should really get up and clean himself—pretend this never happened, but it doesn't. It's not. He feels relaxed and content, and it feels nice instead of disgusting. He wonders why that is, but shuts his mind down; he doesn't need to think about this. As long as they're still doing this together, lips moving soundlessly, he doesn't need to think at all.

The beat of Momoshiro's heart slows down, and the shaking subsides a little bit, that pumping adrenaline he felt not too long ago is finally sizzling away. He feels a bit exposed like this, sitting in Kaidoh's lap (god his thighs hurt!), with his flaccid penis still sitting out there. That's a little uncomfortable.

Momoshiro angles his face to the right, softly sucking on Kaidoh's lips, then removes one hand from Kaidoh's neck, which he moves in between them. With one quick motion, he's tucked himself away. It's a bit gross, since it's not like he wiped himself off.

Speaking of wiping himself off … didn't Kaidoh have a towel not too long ago? Momoshiro cracks one eye open and scans the area for a bit, until he sees the pointy end of the towel in the corner of his eye; it's behind him. He shuffles around a bit, pressing back against Kaidoh's arm wrapped around him, until Kaidoh loosens his grip and Momoshiro briefly slips away from his lips. He bends over backwards, completely separated from Kaidoh at this point, and he snatches the towel lying on the floor. Then he's back, eyes closed and quickly zoning in on Kaidoh's waiting lips, because they still feel good, and nice—everything still feels nice. Kaidoh quickly wraps his arm around him again, as if he doesn't want Momoshiro to leave again, and this makes Momoshiro's heart bounce around in his chest.

If Kaidoh wants him to stay, then he'll stay.

Momoshiro uses the towel to clean off his dirty hand, as well as any residue still left on his penis. He moves onto Kaidoh's, and he can feel him flinch when he touches it, but still continues to suck on Momoshiro's lips. Good, as long as Kaidoh keeps doing this, then nothing will feel weird and gross. Momoshiro runs the towel across the tip, cleaning it off, before he gently shoves it back into Kaidoh's shorts. He leaves the towel resting on his lap, in case Kaidoh still wants it, and he brings both hands back to Kaidoh's neck, fingers fluttering over the bitemark, and toying around with his hair.

Now Momoshiro can concentrate again on this wonderful relaxing feeling. He wonders if this is what Buddhists feel like when they meditate; completely in the zone and all muscles are relaxed and almost lulling him to sleep. But Momoshiro doesn't want to sleep, he wants to kiss Kaidoh, for whatever bizarre reason. It's all feeling really gentle, like the last time they kissed each other, and the same feelings from before are back, just brewing inside of him, making him feel like he's got a sugar rush; he simply feels high and light. Like he can do anything right now.

Maybe Kaidoh is his superpower. It feels like Kaidoh is giving him power. Momoshiro is simply brimming with the feeling.

Kaidoh is feeling a lot of things too. For once, his mind is not racing to analyze and worry over what any of this means. For once, he's not trying to spin excuses and justify his actions or emotions. For once, he doesn't even want to deny how much he likes this. He just feels relaxed and carefree, like he and Momoshiro are, at least temporarily, safe in their own little world and it will last as long as they keep touching. Kaidoh doesn't want to have to pull away and break the spell.

But they're running out of time to still get away with this, write it off as an extension of the weird fight they were having, because both of them are well aware that they're not fighting now, far from it, and they probably weren't really even fighting to begin with. But at the moment, as long as neither one calls attention to it, they can pretend that that's all it is. The way Kaidoh's chest pulls tight at the press of Momoshiro's lips against his mouth suggests otherwise, but for now, he doesn't have to think about what any of it means. His mind is clouded over with fluffy, good feelings instead. And even the way his chest clenches up doesn't feel as bad as it once did.

His fingers slide over Momoshiro's shoulder blades, down his back, and he traces one of the scratches he left earlier with his fingernails, feeling Momoshiro tense up against him like it's painful, and that makes Kaidoh feel weird—both excited that he did that, and also a little guilty too. But he knows Momoshiro can take it, and besides, it isn't like Kaidoh escaped unscathed. His hands leave the scratches alone and move up to the back of Momoshiro's head, slipping into Momoshiro's hair which is kind of a mess and damp with sweat. He feels like he's allowed to touch Momoshiro wherever he wants, which is good since right now that's all Kaidoh wants to do.

He wonders why Momoshiro isn't stopping him though, why he isn't pulling away, why he's letting Kaidoh get away with this like Kaidoh has some kind of right to Momoshiro's skin. Is it because he likes it just as much? Or is he simply too caught up in the haze to even think about it? Maybe it's part of their silent agreement. Until this moment breaks and they finally pull apart, anything is allowed, anything goes, and neither one will judge or question it. In that case, Kaidoh would be happy to just sit here for hours, just holding on, just pretending. Like this is how things could be all the time.

But that would probably get uncomfortable after a while. Already he's torn between the instinct to move and the desire to stay put. He shifts under Momoshiro's body—his legs seem to be falling asleep under Momoshiro's weight, trapped in position, and it's making him feel funny and tingly. Every part of him feels kind of like it's fallen asleep, because this feels too much like a dream for him to still be wide awake.

Kaidoh never thought holding onto Momoshiro and kissing him gently would feel so … normal. All of the second-guessing and worry he's used to having buzz around in his stomach when he's with Momoshiro has gone silent now, left him overwhelmed with a light and floaty feeling instead, like nothing's wrong. Like there's nothing wrong with this at all.

It's a new feeling, and at the same time one Kaidoh is well acquainted with. Touching Momoshiro is something that comes so easy to him. He's not pushing himself, isn't forcing himself to do this. No, he wants to. Which is in itself kind of strange to him. Kaidoh's never wanted to touch anyone as much as he wants to touch Momoshiro. Well, Kaidoh's never really wanted to touch anyone in the first place.

Physical contact has always been a constant source of stress and annoyance for him. He's always avoided it. But he's never avoided Momoshiro. From the very beginning, he's confronted him head on, fists raised, fire in his eyes. And he's never backed away from that. He's never stopped to think that touching Momoshiro is something he shouldn't be doing. It's always come naturally to him, and even when it left him embarrassed or petrified with fear, it was still an impulse he could never resist for very long.

Now that they're here, doing this, Kaidoh wonders what the hell he was so scared of all those years. Why he waited so long. Because this is the opposite of scary. It's the best thing ever.

And Momoshiro agrees, it pretty much is the best thing ever. After a really hot handjob, which probably gave him the best orgasm in his life, now they're just kissing slowly, staying together like this. Momoshiro's mind is still not questioning it. For as long as they stay together, Momoshiro won't think it's weird or disgusting, but something preferable, something he wants to do all the time. Just being close to Kaidoh, and moving his lips against his.

By the second, Momoshiro's muscles grow more tired, and his legs are killing him for sitting on Kaidoh all this time. He sort of wants to move, get into a more comfortable position—but knows that if either of them move away, then the magic will be broken, and they'll go back to being 'normal' again, whatever that means. And with Kaidoh's hands massaging his scalp, holding him close, kissing him like it's all he wants, Momoshiro doesn't want to go back to normal.

Why can't this be normal?

Just holding each other close, lips smacked together, like there's nothing wrong with it, as if Momoshiro was meant to do this with Kaidoh.

It's a small moment in time where Momoshiro is allowed to enjoy this, to want this, and to touch Kaidoh without any repercussions. Kaidoh's letting him anyway; he's allowing everything at the moment, and so is Momoshiro. It's a comfortable feeling, yet an exciting one as well. If only he could touch Kaidoh like this all the time, without some necessary build-up, then that would be great, he'd be touching Kaidoh pretty much non-stop if he could. Kiss him whenever he wants to, without getting pushed away or punched in the face.

But has that ever happened in the first place?

Momoshiro starts to frown, as his mind is starting to work again. The times he's kissed Kaidoh … Kaidoh hasn't punched him at all, or pushed him away. In fact, he kissed him back—every single time. He hasn't been punched once. Doesn't that mean he can kiss Kaidoh whenever he wants?

Suddenly Momoshiro's heart feels very warm and all his limbs feel like jelly.

Yeah, Kaidoh never rejected it. He wants it too. Of all the things in the world, he wants to kiss Momoshiro.

This simple revelation sends butterflies swarming in his chest. Well. Fuck.

Momoshiro sighs against Kaidoh's lips, feeling like this is a lot more meaningful than it should be, that it's a lot more important than what it looks like. He pulls away, dragging his lips across Kaidoh's cheeks, until he buries his face into Kaidoh's neck, right where his bruise is. He kisses it too, lips planted gently on the mark, and gives it a soft suck. He can feel Kaidoh's pulse throb against his lips, it's kind of a reassuring feeling, a relaxing one. He slides his hands out of Kaidoh's hair, until he worms them behind Kaidoh's back, hands pressing down on his shoulder blades, holding him close, just like this. No words, no second guessing, just him and Kaidoh, two sticky bodies pressed together, cuddling.

Wait, cuddling?

Momoshiro realizes he's been nuzzling his face into the crook of Kaidoh's neck, as if he's some kind of sick, gross, lost puppy curling up against something for warmth and protection. He doesn't need protection, or Kaidoh's warmth—but his body isn't pulling away, it isn't feeling repulsed. In fact, he feels really happy, like there's nothing wrong with it. So Momoshiro tries to push any weird thoughts from his mind, and leans into Kaidoh's neck again, his body slumped entirely against Kaidoh's for support. It's like he's trying to hide himself using Kaidoh's body.

Another shift of Kaidoh's legs, makes Momoshiro aware he's probably getting too heavy for Kaidoh. But he kind of likes sitting on Kaidoh like this … but he doesn't want to spoil the moment, he wants it to last for as long as it can. So the ever helpful Momoshiro, sits back, stretches out his legs so he's no longer resting on them (they were beginning to hurt!), and wraps them around Kaidoh's waist. He wiggles around a bit so Kaidoh opens up his legs as well, so he can sit between Kaidoh's legs and on the ground instead. He pushes himself closer to Kaidoh—sticky sweaty crotches now touching. Everything is touching, really, and Momoshiro refuses to leave the safety spot that is Kaidoh's neck. Now he can just hold him. For now.

Kaidoh breathes in and out, inhaling Momoshiro's smell. It shouldn't be pleasant or appealing but for some reason it is. Everything about Momoshiro is appealing to him right now.

He can't find any reason to be irritated.

Although that realization alone is making Kaidoh feel a little bit itchy because really, shouldn't he be irritated? Shouldn't he be annoyed that Momoshiro's crowding into his personal space, hands all over him and arms wrapped tightly around his body? Shouldn't that really piss him off? Instead, Kaidoh's just sitting here and taking it, not putting up a fight at all. No, in fact, he's even got his arms around Momoshiro too, his fingers against Momoshiro's soft neck and up in his hair.

A few minutes ago, he could excuse the closeness as just them getting caught up in a very primally charged moment, one that was totally out of their control, driven simply on instinct. But now? Well, now Kaidoh's mind feels clear—completely clear in fact—and that's what's making him feel so strange. Because he's thinking, and even though he's thinking, he's still doing this.

And if he's thinking, doesn't that mean Momoshiro is, too? But Momoshiro is still here with him. He's staying put. And that makes Kaidoh's chest warm and fluttery. The feeling of Momoshiro's soft, warm breaths against his neck, the way their bodies press like puzzle pieces, the way Momoshiro's limbs all circle around Kaidoh like it's all he wants … it's kind of overwhelming. Almost more overwhelming than what they were just doing, because that was fast and urgent, but this is slowed down, relaxed, and everything feels deliberate, and that makes it much harder to ignore or push aside.

It's like Kaidoh's mind is trying to catch up with everything his body is doing, everything it wants to do, and he doesn't know how to process this. It's not something he has any precedent for. He doesn't know what it's supposed to mean. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do now. He feels confused, but scared to show it, because as long as Momoshiro keeps this up, Kaidoh won't pull away either. Although he knows that soon they'll have to. They have to go back to normal, to the way they're supposed to be around each other. Which isn't this. Although Kaidoh's not sure why it's not.

He lets out a soft hiss into Momoshiro's hair because he can't find any words for this, refuses to use words for what this is, and it's not like he'd be able to form them anyway. His voice seems to be hiding somewhere behind his pounding heartbeat.

Momoshiro feels himself shiver a bit when Kaidoh lets out his trademark hiss. On one hand, it's kind of comforting to hear something so familiar in this strange and foreign territory. On the other hand, it's pulling Momoshiro out of his stupidly happy daze, because it's Kaidoh's hiss. And they don't do this together. They shouldn't do this together. Why is he wrapped around Kaidoh again?

Sure, before he could push all blame onto his own idiotic hormones, and he simply surrendered to them. He could be doing this with anyone—yeah! Kaidoh just … happened to be there. At the right moment. With cake on his lips. Like he was teasing him, seducing him. He didn't do that with Kaidoh because it was Kaidoh. It could have been anyone willing, anyone who would go as far as Kaidoh did. Like Echizen for example.

Ew, fuck, no that's really gross. He doesn't want to think about doing this with Echizen. It makes his stomach churn inside out, like he's going to make himself so sick he'll throw up.

Momoshiro presses his nose against Kaidoh's sweaty neck, eyes open and staring at the wooden wall in front of him, focusing on the detail of the grains. Well okay—so he wouldn't do this with Echizen. Not with anyone younger at least. He starts to think of anyone else who'd be able, but he just feels weird and disgusted when he thinks of it, thinks of doing the things he's done with Kaidoh. Kissing, scratching, biting, humping, jerking off, and now hugging. Anyone else seems wrong for all of this. But with Kaidoh …

None of it feels disgusting. Even now, when he's thinking way too deep into this, he's still hanging onto Kaidoh and not budging from his position. Like it's normal, as if they do this every day (that'd be kind of awesome). Maybe it's just because Momoshiro can't imagine doing something as dirty as this with anyone else. With Kaidoh it doesn't matter, he doesn't need to treat him as anything special, and Momoshiro can do whatever he wants with him. Because after all, this is pretty gross.

Ugh, this is making Momoshiro's brain hurt. He's thinking too much. Thinking really is evil. He shouldn't question this. He shouldn't rake through his mind what it all means. He should just enjoy it for what it is. For now at least.

"My back hurts," Momoshiro mumbles against Kaidoh's neck. And it does. It stings. He can feel at least five stinging scratch marks going from his shoulder blades, down to the small of his back. He's sure there's more.

Kaidoh's cheeks go red and hot and he drops his face against Momoshiro's shoulder, his nose pressing into the skin. Shut up, he wants to say, but doesn't. His fingers loosen their hold at Momoshiro's neck until they drop from it entirely, arms resting at his sides, like they've been called out as the guilty party and Kaidoh suddenly feels embarrassed by them and what they've done.

"I—" he starts, as though he's going to explain himself, maybe even apologize, but he doesn't know how to. "Yeah …" he breathes instead. He can't really explain why he does any of the things he does with Momoshiro when they're like this together. It just feels, in the moment that it happens, like what he should be doing. That and it feels good so he doesn't think to question it. He doesn't really think at all. Or tries not to, anyway.

Besides, he wants to point out that his neck hurts too, but he doesn't really want to say anything to make Momoshiro move from where he's nestled against it. Because it feels nice.

"I deserve a massage for that," says Momoshiro. Since they're already talking, why not get Kaidoh to do something else for him. So they won't focus on what's happened before.

And put those arms back, Momoshiro also wants to say, holding him didn't hurt, but that sounds needy and clingy and disgusting, so he doesn't. He just nestles his face into Kaidoh's neck, his long eyelashes fluttering against the skin.

Kaidoh tilts his head up. "Idiot," he says, the insult half-hearted. "I don't do massages." But … he thought he didn't do this either, so maybe Kaidoh needs to amend that.

Momoshiro snorts, then he licks his lips in thought; Kaidoh lifting up his head left his neck more exposed. Well. If Kaidoh doesn't do massages, he won't say no to … "I'm fine with this too," he says in a brave voice. Brave because he's calling out attention to the fact he's pressing his lips on Kaidoh's neck again, and sucking it very gently, careful to not touch the bitemarks. He releases the warm skin, and now he feels a little embarrassed. He did that for no reason. Other than wanting to. Is that a reason?

Well, Momoshiro certainly wouldn't mind if Kaidoh did this to him again. Even if it's gross and disgusting, and all sorts of wrong. It feels like all kinds of right with Kaidoh.

Kaidoh shivers a little, pulling back from Momoshiro's shoulder and lifting a hand between them to turn Momoshiro's face. He just kind of looks at him for a moment, like he's searching his eyes to see if Momoshiro's really in there. Because … He's fine with this? Does that mean he likes it too? Does it mean something for Momoshiro, the way it means something for Kaidoh?

This is making him dizzy.

There are suddenly a hundred hopeful strings tugging in Kaidoh's chest, and he's not going to give them the chance to snap. He's not going to give Momoshiro the chance to retract his statement. Instead, he presses his lips against Momoshiro's mouth and hums softly against them, like a murmur of agreement.

He's fine with this too. He's more than fine with it.

Momoshiro responds accordingly, pushing back a little bit desperately, as if their kiss means something a lot more important. And it does. It's an agreement.

Yeah, alright. They can do this. They can continue with this.

As long as Momoshiro switches his mind off, and doesn't think too hard on what it's supposed to mean, why he's doing all of this and going along with it, then they can make this their 'thing'. He can continue to live in this delusion that it's alright to do this, it's alright to kiss Kaidoh as if he enjoys it, and Kaidoh kisses him back. It's okay to jerk each other off—no one has to know but them. Momoshiro can live with that.

Momoshiro places his hand on top of Kaidoh's, leaning his face into the palm of his hand. He moves his lips and sucks, just as Kaidoh does too. In fact, he'd rather not live without this.

He pulls back, then looks Kaidoh in the eye, their foreheads nearly resting against one another. There's a hint of fear, anxiety, but also excitement and longing reflecting in Kaidoh's eyes. Momoshiro is sure he probably looks the same. He closes his own eyes with a sigh, and softly bumps his head into Kaidoh, his finger intertwining with Kaidoh's.

What has he gotten himself into?