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.

43. Private Booth

Washed Up

A/N: yay Momo and Kaidoh talked things out.

Authors: Celianna (Momo) & Happiestwhen (Kaidoh)

Rating: MA

Events leading up to this log:
- After Momo gets better, he calls Kaidoh and wants to meet up with him. They agree to go to karaoke for some privacy.

Date: January 7, 2013

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It's pretty cold outside. Momoshiro checks his phone with his trembling fingers for the time, the screen reads 4:23.

About half an hour ago, he had called Kaidoh to agree to meet him. Which had taken a lot of courage, because he'd been festering with his feelings for five days straight after their last talk. Mostly, Momoshiro was simply waiting until he got better, because he had his own answer within a couple of days already.

Which is why it's so scary meeting up with Kaidoh again. He knows they didn't part on the best of terms (asking Kaidoh to give him some time to think), but this moment has to happen. They have to see each other again, and for once and for all, straighten things out between them.

Momoshiro had written a stupid list of rules after coming to his decision. He huffs out a puff of warm air, and sticks his hands back in his pocket, where the small note lies. Yeah … his decision. After Kaidoh had left, Momoshiro had honored his promise, and thought about their situation seriously. And all that thinking simply made him miss all the things they had done before. He missed doing things with Kaidoh, and after fussing about it for two days, he admitted, yes, he wants to do this again.

Even if it's really scary to admit that.

But they're in the real world now, and thus things are different. It's not like Momoshiro can throw his arms around Kaidoh and say; hey, let's do it! No, on the island, sure, he could get away with it, but here? Here … things happen a different way. Especially when they're such an a-typical pairing with two chromosomes, so Momoshiro had to do some research on how things should go in the real world.

Momoshiro had gone onto the internet to perhaps look for some tips, or advice, or whatever. What he'd found wasn't pretty. He'd browsed an online forum for … 'confused youth', and read a few of their posts. Most of them were okay, they had encouraging words, and reassured most people that they were normal, and it wasn't wrong to like that sort of thing. It made Momoshiro feel a little better, that is, until the next post he read where he was told to go die of AIDS, and everyone else just like him.

Next, Momoshiro had tried to find some information on what he and Kaidoh were supposed to do, or could do, with each other. He got a lot of results to porn sites, and Momoshiro being curious, entered. He'd been hesitant, and slightly freaked out (it's not like he's looking up gay porn because it's his fetish or something, that's gross), but he clicked on one video anyway, which showed two guys holding hands. It had looked promising, innocent even. The innocence quickly disappeared and was replaced by raunchy stuff only a minute into the video. Momoshiro didn't know whether to keep looking, or click away. It started out … alright, he guesses. He and Kaidoh had done those things before, so maybe he was on the right track. When they got naked, Momoshiro felt seriously weirded out and squirmy, wanting to crawl under a blanket and cry himself to sleep; what was he forcing himself to watch!?

He stuck it out though, because again, Momoshiro had done that with Kaidoh before as well. And well, it was … pleasant to say the least.

That was, until something was touched that should never be touched—and then it was violated. Momoshiro felt so disgusted, he threw up that night's dinner; a combination of being sick and watching nasty stuff on his computer. He could never! Never ever will he do that!

Then his sister came over to see if he was alright, and then he had to explain why that was on his computer screen. He quickly made the excuse he got a virus and didn't know how to get rid of it, which she seemed to believe for a bit. Enough to leave him alone about it and not question it.

Momoshiro felt exhausted after that. Never again. He's not going to do that with Kaidoh; over his dead body. The other things are okay, of course, they were pleasant and felt good, and Kaidoh seemed to like it too, so he figured that they'd be ok with just that. No need to try anything weird or new. Right. He sure hopes Kaidoh won't start wanting to do that sort of thing … if he does, Momoshiro will promptly stop speaking to him. That stuff is gross!

He did however, look up another video, strictly excluding some search terms on Google so he wouldn't have to find that nasty video again. What Momoshiro found, was a lot better. Lots of stroking, touching, cuddling, kissing, and some rough play like yanking hair and biting (to which he flushed even more red as that's something he had done subconsciously before). The guys on the video were in a lot of different positions each time, jerking each other off. Momoshiro felt guilty for watching it, as it's not like this turned him on or something. It was still weird to him to see two guys doing it. Then he saw that mouths were involved instead of hands, and then he couldn't stop thinking of doing that with Kaidoh, and had a nice masturbation session to that image in his head afterwards.

Either way, Momoshiro had tried to explore what doing this with Kaidoh would mean, what they could do, and what they should do to keep it a secret. Because he doesn't want anyone finding out, and yet he desperately doesn't want to let this go either.

Hence why he's here, in front of the karaoke place, waiting for Kaidoh to show up, so he can tell him that … yes he's figured out what he wants. He doesn't want to stop seeing Kaidoh, that much is clear, and he also doesn't want to not touch him, that's simply a force he cannot resist. Yes, he wants to do all those things with Kaidoh again, badly. But first he needs to let Kaidoh know, and tell him the 'rules' he came up with. Because he's definitely not ever letting Kaidoh do that to him like they did in the video. Ew.

Momoshiro clears his throat and buries his chin into his jacket; he still has no scarf. What's Kaidoh taking so long anyway? He should be here already! Momoshiro doesn't like to wait, because it just makes him feel more jumpy and anxious. He looks to his right, eyes scanning the sidewalk; nothing. He looks to his left, and sure, in the distance, he sees someone jogging. His stomach does this weird summersault and he presses his lips into a thin line; that's Kaidoh.

For a little while, Momoshiro had fooled himself enough to think he had to courage to go out there and face Kaidoh, and tell him something really embarrassing—but when he sees Kaidoh's bandana, all that courage slips away. He's frozen to ice. Perhaps literally too, since he can't feel his toes or fingers, or nose, or even his own heart; that stopped beating the moment he saw Kaidoh. Okay, just calm down. There's no need to freak out about what he's going to say. After all, Kaidoh had been okay with it, he did say yes, didn't he? So basically, Momoshiro has nothing to worry about; it's not like he'll get rejected if he tells Kaidoh.

Oh god, what if Kaidoh made up his mind during those five days? Oh crap, he didn't think of that! What if Kaidoh decided not to go through with this after all!? Then he'll look like a fool for saying anything at all, thinking Kaidoh still wants to.

Okay, wait, he's just freaking out now. Calm down Momoshiro, it's just Kaidoh. He's slowly jogging over and coming to see him to get some answers. Right. If Kaidoh didn't still want to, he wouldn't have agreed to come. Momoshiro lets out a shaky breath as he waits till Kaidoh finally catches up.

As Kaidoh nears the strip of restaurants and shops, he can see the flashing lights of a karaoke sign, and Momoshiro standing there underneath it. He looks a little impatient, and more than a bit chilly, and Kaidoh wonders how long he's been waiting. Kaidoh would have made it here earlier if he hadn't spent ten minutes trying to make himself leave his room. Which is stupid, because it's not like he's facing any kind of scary opponent. It's just Momoshiro.

But at the same time, it's Momoshiro, and Kaidoh feels like he's built up to this confrontation over the past few days since he and Momoshiro last spoke. He's been doing his best to avoid thinking about it, but his best, as it turns out, is actually not very good at all, because it's been constantly on his mind. He's tried to distract himself—with running ... looking for jobs ... helping his mother with chores—but he couldn't shake the instinct to check his phone constantly so he wouldn't miss Momoshiro's call. In fact, he'd nearly thrown a fit a couple days ago when his phone beeped in his pocket like he'd just missed a call, when really it was just an alert that the phone's battery was draining. Stupid phone. Stupid Momoshiro.

At least now he's going to get it over with and not need to stress about it anymore. Well, hopefully. He feels like he held up his end of things—although being that open made him feel uncomfortable and he's feeling increasingly uncertain about whether it was really a good idea after all—and he will punch Momoshiro in the face if he doesn't give him a clear answer this time.

Once he'd made it out of his room, it had been easy enough for Kaidoh to escape from his family. They've gotten used to him going out to run at all hours of the day, and didn't even question it. It's turned out to be a pretty convenient excuse, and unlike the truth—that he's going to karaoke of all places—it's not likely to raise a bunch of suspicious red flags. Since Kaidoh doesn't sing. And he's never gone to a karaoke place in his life, even when they were much younger and Hazue said it would be fun. Kaidoh knows better, he knows that some things just aren't fun. Namely, being trapped in a dark, cramped room with lights flashing and music blaring at him from all sides.

But today, that's exactly where he's going.

He's in track pants, with a dark fleece sweater pulled over his tank top, since his mother still doesn't want him running without some warm layers—like being stuck on an island for months has somehow made him fragile. Even though Kaidoh's insisted time and again that he'll be fine. After all, if he were going to get hypothermia or frostbite from running in winter, it would have happened already years ago.

Besides, all this extra clothing really sucks when trying to run. It weighs him down and even makes him feel a bit suffocated.

Well, not that it matters today since he actually isn't going running at all.

No, he's going to meet Momoshiro. And talk about their … whatever this is. And Momoshiro's going to tell Kaidoh what he wants. The thought of that makes Kaidoh anxious. He doesn't know what Momoshiro will say. He said he wanted them to be alone … and that made Kaidoh's pulse leap hopefully in his chest, but at the same time, maybe he just said that because he doesn't want to have to tell Kaidoh that it's over in front of the rest of either of their families.

Kaidoh tries to push that idea out of his head. It's not going to happen. At least, he doesn't want that to happen and maybe if he just wills it hard enough, it won't.

Well, whatever the outcome, there's no turning back now, since Kaidoh can see Momoshiro looking up at him and his legs don't seem to be interested in doing anything but continue their jog to reach him.

He slows down a bit as he gets closer, until he stops, right in front of Momoshiro.

"Hey," he says. Since he didn't bother to catch his breath before he spoke, it comes out sounding weirdly urgent and he frowns at the sidewalk in embarrassment before taking in some much needed air and looking back up again.

Momoshiro nods his head at Kaidoh, feeling his pulse quicken under his stare. "Hey." His lips tremble as he says it. From the cold or nerves; he can't tell. "Let's go inside, I'm freezing here," he says before it can turn into an awkward silence. It feels like he hasn't seen Kaidoh in forever, as if their last conversation was ages ago.

They both walk up to the entrance of the karaoke bar, lights flashing them in their eyes. Momoshiro had heard his sister talk about it before, it had been built while he was stranded on the island, and honestly, it was the first thing that would pop up in his head when he thought of some place for privacy. Judging by the coated walls in red, and the lack of windows inside, he knows for sure they'll have privacy. Which makes it all the more nerve-wracking, like he's about to do something sleazy with Kaidoh. And he's not! Well, not that he isn't hoping for something to happen, but he has no ulterior motive here; he simply wishes to talk to Kaidoh. Alone.

"I'll pay," Momoshiro mumbles. The rates aren't that high, and luckily he still has some of that charity money left, so Momoshiro pays for two hours (okay, maybe he has ulterior motives just a teeny tiny little bit) and they get assigned a room. The walk through the long hallway with blinking lights is spent in silence, with Kaidoh slowly walking next to him, making sure not to accidentally touch him. It kind of bothers Momoshiro, but also puts him at ease on the other hand, that he knows Kaidoh is highly conscious of him, and he still doesn't know what Momoshiro wants, to he's being respectful. For once.

"Number 14 … here it is," says Momoshiro as he stops in front of the red door with the silver number 14 on it. He clears his throat, suddenly getting chills at the prospect of being stuck alone with Kaidoh in a room. Not that it hadn't happened before, but right now, he's got something to say. He slides the door open and finally enters the room.

Wordlessly, Kaidoh files in after Momoshiro and closes the door behind them. The room is dark, apart from the bright TV screen in the corner that's silently flashing advertisements for music albums. There's a thick leather couch in the corner, curved into an L around a table topped with two empty glasses, a menu, a karaoke remote, two microphones, and a box of tissues.

Momoshiro starts to take off his jacket first, as the room is extremely hot. Or maybe being alone with Kaidoh is turning up the temperature inside of his body. Or maybe he's still a little sick. Or maybe he should just stop thinking already. He finally rids himself of his fat winter jacket and takes a seat on the leather couch.

Kaidoh sits down on the end of the couch furthest from the TV and, consequently, the door. He feels totally out of his element in this strange space, and at the moment he can't even feel reassured that Momoshiro's here with him, because Kaidoh still doesn't know what he's going to say.

He awkwardly pushes one of the glasses towards the center of the table, feeling fidgety and nervous. "So …" he starts to say, drawing the word out, waiting for Momoshiro to start talking.

Ahh, so there it is, he has to start talking now already? Can't Kaidoh give him a little bit of extra time to prepare himself? Perhaps some small talk? Momoshiro almost snorts out loud as he images Kaidoh asking him how his day went and all that other small talk crap. That's not who Kaidoh is, nor what he does. But surprisingly, coming right out and saying it seems to be unnatural coming from Kaidoh as well. He usually doesn't say much, so it takes Momoshiro a bit by surprise to hear him being so forward.

Momoshiro leans back into the couch and stares at the box of tissues on the table. He knows he has to start, to say something, but it's kind of hard to get the first word out. He slips his hand into the pocket of his pants and feels the little note sitting there, taunting him. It's the list of stupid rules he came up with, and wrote down in less than a minute because he felt embarrassed to even be thinking about it.

"Uhm, so," Momoshiro drawls out, feeling his face heat up. He slowly starts to take out the small white note, gripping it tightly in his hand so Kaidoh—who's next to him—can't see what's written on it.

"I uhh … took some time to think about ... things." Momoshiro sort of wants to die. This should not be that terrifying to say. It should not feel like the world is going to end if he turns to Kaidoh right now and says; yes I want to. But it does, and Momoshiro still can't seem to find the right words to start. He sighs and looks down at the note. He needs to get this over with. Right now. Like ripping a bandaid off.

"... And I got some ... conditions," he begrudgingly admits.

"Conditions …" Kaidoh repeats, giving Momoshiro a skeptical look as if to say, What the hell is that supposed to mean?

"Y-yes … if I'm gonna do this, we need to have some uh, rules," Momoshiro explains.

Kaidoh scowls. He's not sure how he feels about that. To go from not really talking about it at all to needing actual rules for it … that's a big jump. And one that makes Kaidoh feel more than a little nervous. Luckily, Momoshiro seems nervous, too.

"Okay," he says slowly. "What are they?"

Momoshiro leans forwards again and stares down hard at the note, reading the first line. "Well uhm … first rule is …" He can't believe he's going to say this, that they're even talking about it like this. "No one can know. Not a single soul. If anyone asks, we are uhm, friends, and deny everything. O-ok?" Momoshiro feels breathless now that he's managed to say it out loud.

"Well, that's a stupid rule," Kaidoh replies gruffly, playing off the nerves with annoyance instead. "Why the hell would I tell anyone?" He doesn't want to broadcast his private life to the world, and what he and Momoshiro have been doing is … definitely private.

"I don't know! Just don't, okay?" Momoshiro says with a huff. But now he feels a little less tense having gotten into a small argument with Kaidoh already. He feels like he hasn't done that in ages, because every argument they've gotten in was serious and unlike the superficial arguments from before.

Kaidoh hisses. "Fine, whatever. Okay," he agrees. "What other dumb rules do you have?"

"Shut up," Momoshiro growls. "They're not dumb." Well, not all of them are. Okay, probably most are, but whatever. "I got time to think and this is what I came up with okay, now deal with it before I punch you," he grumbles. Again, he feels a little more at ease with the way he's yapping his head off at Kaidoh. It's a stark difference from their last meeting, which was so awkward, Momoshiro has nightmares about it.

Not that this is something he will tell Kaidoh.

"Okay, so uhm, rule number two is …" Momoshiro reads the line then twists his face up. "Uh, call. When you want to come over. Like a warning, or something."

Kaidoh blanches a little at first. Just sending a text message to Momoshiro saying he was coming over was difficult enough. At the time, calling was definitely out of the question. But. That was under very weird and awkward circumstances, and maybe it's something that will get easier with time.

"Okay …" he says, after his moment of hesitation. "That sounds reasonable, I guess."

Momoshiro turns his head and smiles, obviously happy at the quick agreement. Then he realizes how stupid he looks like and suppresses it, looking grumpy instead, just like Kaidoh. He looks back at his note again. Okay, so rule number three has to do with the terrifying things he's found online. If Kaidoh ever wants to—ew ew ew ew—then he better squash those thoughts right now.

"Rule number t-three," Momoshiro starts slowly. "Uhm … no ... uhh … hole will ever be touched. Either by you or me, never. Ever. That's holy ground, sacred stuff, no touchy—you get it?"

"Uh …" Kaidoh starts. "What do you—oh. Ohh … Gross. Why would you even need to make a rule—That's disgusting. Yeah. No way." He crosses his arms over his chest, trying to protect himself from the sudden weird squirmy feeling in his insides. Where would Momoshiro even get an idea like that from? Actually, no, Kaidoh probably doesn't want to know.

Momoshiro sighs in relief. "Good. I'd have to kill you if you … uhh, yeah." He shakes his head to get the thought out of it, and reads the next rule on his note.

"Number four is …" He pauses. "Stupid. Next rule is uhh …" He presses his mouth closed. "Also stupid." He crumbles up the note and flings it onto the table, already knowing the last rule from memory.

Kaidoh huffs. "Dumbass." He uncrosses his arms. "So … that's it, then?" he asks, trying not to sound too hopeful. If those are Momoshiro's only conditions, then that's not so bad. Then they can be okay again, like this, and Kaidoh can stop freaking out.

"No, got one more left …" And that one does seal the deal, as if Momoshiro is signing some kind of contract with this last rule. He clasps his hands together as he tries to think of a good way to say it. But no matter how he formulates it in his thoughts, it all sounds stupid, and needy, and it really does mean that they're going to do this, together.

"So uhh … last rule." Momoshiro takes in a deep breath, fidgeting with his fingers. He shuffles on the couch as well, making stupid uncomfortable leathery noises. "Uhm, no one else," he starts, unsure of how to finish it. "I mean, just us. Err. Not with … anybody else." He feels his cheeks positively glow at trying to make clear to Kaidoh that he doesn't want him to do this with anyone else but him. He hopes Kaidoh gets it and he can stop making a fool out of himself.

Kaidoh's heart pounds. Just them? His own face warms up too. So … Momoshiro doesn't want to do this with anyone else? He just wants to do this with Kaidoh, and just wants Kaidoh to want to do this with him. That's what he's saying. Maybe not super articulately, but the message is clear enough. And that makes Kaidoh feel momentarily invincible, like he's capable of anything.

"Yeah," he says quietly, his whole body seeming to thrum with energy. "I guess that rule's not so stupid."

"I don't make stupid rules," says Momoshiro, ignoring the two rules he did skip completely. "Anyways, that's it. And uhm." He suddenly stands up, hands beside his sides as if he doesn't trust them. "I'm gonna give you some time to think about that, while I uhh, go pee out my nerves. Yes. Be back in a bit." Momoshiro then quickly skitters over towards the door and rushes outside.

His insides are screaming, and it's making his head spin. Momoshiro quickly tries to locate the bathroom, trying to ignore how he sort of left Kaidoh there alone. But he really does need to pee though, all this nervous energy just has to go out somewhere. And talking, no, telling Kaidoh all of that stuff really made his chest pull at him in a funny way. He's nervous, but also feels elevated, like he's finally got this off his chest, and now all Kaidoh has to do, is agree.

Kaidoh listens to the sound of door shutting and then looks down at the table in front of him. Yeah, he'll think about it. But first, he's a little distracted by the crumpled piece of paper that's sitting there. He wants to ask Momoshiro what those other two rules were, the ones he thought were too stupid to actually tell him. But the rules he did say were already embarrassing enough—just to talk about this thing out loud is embarrassing enough—and Kaidoh isn't eager to drag that out further with more questions.

But the paper's right here, and Momoshiro is not, so it … couldn't hurt to look. If Momoshiro thought it was important enough to write down, then Kaidoh wants to know what it is. What Momoshiro wants from him, or doesn't want, and what his expectations are for this … whatever it is that they're doing together. He needs to know so he'll know how not to mess things up. He doesn't want a repeat of this awkward mess.

Slowly, Kaidoh sits forward on the couch, leaning closer to the table and reaching out his hand, inching it closer to the paper until he can grab it. As soon as he does, he feels guilty, just to be holding it. Well. He'll just look really fast and then put it back. Yeah, that's all he'll do. It'll be fine. Momoshiro won't even know it happened.

Hesitantly, and inexplicably trying to be very quiet as though Momoshiro has the room bugged or something, Kaidoh unfolds the note and scans the list. Six rules, all written out in Momoshiro's clumsy handwriting:

1. Tell no one.
2. Call me.
3. NO ASSHOLES INVOLVED EVER.
4. Be nice and smile!
5. Call me Momo-chan.
6. Mine.

Kaidoh feels something tug inside of him as he reads each line. The "stupid rules", the ones Momoshiro had refused to say, well, they're things Momoshiro has told Kaidoh before, so they're not totally unexpected, but Kaidoh always sort of thought it was just dumb teasing, like a joke. He didn't think Momoshiro really cared all that much one way or the other. Now he's starting to think that maybe he was wrong about that, that maybe he underestimated how much this thing between them would mean, not just to him, but to Momoshiro as well, and it's sort of an overwhelming realization. He thinks it's a good kind of overwhelming, but any kind of overwhelming still takes some getting used to.

And the last rule, the way Momoshiro wrote it, just that … just that one word, makes Kaidoh's heart pang in his chest. In agreement or protest, Kaidoh isn't sure which. Does that mean that Momoshiro li—No, Kaidoh's not going to let himself finish that thought. That's jumping ahead a step too far. Momoshiro is only just coming around to the idea of doing this—complete with conditions, no less—so Kaidoh's not about to push his luck. But still the idea of it, the possibility, makes Kaidoh's pulse race and his face go red and warm. His mouth even tugs into a little smile as he rereads the list. Stupid idiot, he thinks.

Then he hears the door click open again and his smile vanishes as he hastily crumples the paper back up and chucks it towards the middle of the table again. Only, he overshoots and it falls off the other end, rolling over towards the TV monitor. Crap. Well, maybe Momoshiro will forget it was there in the first place. Kaidoh tries to feign innocence, looking down at his lap instead.

Momoshiro had taken a bit longer than he would have liked to 'pee out all of his nerves'. Simply because being nervous makes all his muscles tighten, and it's hard to pee like that … and he hopes Kaidoh doesn't think he was doing something else other than peeing in there. That's gross. So he slowly opens the door again, half expecting Kaidoh to sit up and punch him in the face for the rules.

But he's not, instead he's still sitting in the same position, avoiding Momoshiro's eyes. Again something in his chest tugs at him weirdly, and he feels jumpy and nervous once more. He closes the door behind him and very slowly, walks around the table to sit next to Kaidoh again. Momoshiro notices the note disappeared from the table, and instead is lying on the ground. he huffs; so Kaidoh read it after all.

Well, it's fine. They were stupid rules anyway.

Momoshiro sits down next to Kaidoh, a little bit closer than last time. He looks at the tissues in front of him again.

"And?" Momoshiro asks with a brave voice. If Kaidoh agrees, then … everything will be okay again. Maybe Momoshiro still stop feeling so dissatisfied at night, maybe he'll stop wanting to check up on Kaidoh or think about him.

Kaidoh looks up and over at Momoshiro, trying to draw his voice back so he can answer. "And … yeah," he says, and gives a little huff, like it should go without saying. "I don't have a problem with those rules."

Momoshiro looks at Kaidoh too, inching closer just a little bit on this stuffy leather couch. "So, that's it then? You don't have anything to say, get something off your chest?" Maybe Kaidoh has some rules, or whatever.

"U-uh …" Kaidoh stammers. "N-no …?" His cheeks go a little pink and he feels put on the spot, like maybe he was supposed to think up some conditions too, when really he'd been busy trying not to think at all instead. He isn't sure he really even has any, other than 'Don't be an idiot', but that's a rule that's impossible to enforce when it comes to Momoshiro, and other than it often being embarrassing, Kaidoh doesn't mind nearly so much as his grouchy expressions let on.

"I mean, I guess not," he continues, his usual disgruntled tone returning. "Whatever. I said I was fine with it." He doesn't have a lot to say because he's still trying to figure out how to talk about it at all—that's not how he functions—and this alone is kind of stressful for him. Avoiding things is kind of his default setting, so to be doing the opposite takes effort. But if he wasn't okay with this, if he didn't want to be with Momoshiro, he wouldn't still be here. Momoshiro should get that.

Momoshiro feels himself get a little shy and he smiles at Kaidoh. He's fine with it. Of course he's fine with it, he said so last time. He had said so on the island as well. It's reassuring to him, that Kaidoh won't suddenly turn around and say everything up till now had been one giant prank, that he won't say that he hates it, that he doesn't want to anymore.

That nervous tension inside his body finally gets released; even his shoulders feel more relaxed. And with it, Momoshiro notices his old self returning again, being a lot less awkward near Kaidoh, and more comfortable like he should be. After all, back on the island, Kaidoh had been the person he felt most comfortable around, not minding the close proximity to him at all, in fact, he sought it out. Just like now, how his body seems to instinctively lean closer, until the fabric of their pants finally touch.

"Is that so …" says Momoshiro as he looks Kaidoh up and down. He grins this time; he likes seeing Kaidoh blush from embarrassment like this. Oh he can come up with a rule Kaidoh would want, definitely. Last time Kaidoh had been pretty pissed Momoshiro had used his bandana for that on accident, so he's sure he wouldn't want it to happen again.

"Are you sure you don't have anything to say about …" Momoshiro leans even closer, raising up his hand behind Kaidoh's back, his fingers stretching out until it touches the end of the green bandana. "The correct usage of your bandana?" Momoshiro's fingers toy around with the end, accidentally brushing up against Kaidoh's hair as well.

Immediately, Kaidoh scowls, both at Momoshiro's words, and at the goosebumps prickling up the back of his neck. "Asshole," he growls. "Obviously that goes without saying. If you mess up my bandana again, I'll kick your ass."

"Does that include taking it off?" Momoshiro asks with half a smirk, completely ignoring the threat.

Momoshiro's fingers are itching to tug at the ends of the fabric and slip it off Kaidoh's head. He has no idea why he likes doing it, but he does, and it's been a while since he's done it. Perhaps it's because when he does, Kaidoh's hair falls freely on the back of his neck, showing off a little skin that makes him want to touch it. Touching—he hasn't done it in so long, and after all this tension and awkwardness between them, Momoshiro can't wait to return to their old selves. As long as the rules are followed, then it's fine, he's fine with it, and Kaidoh is too. So that means sliding his fingertips up and down against the nape of his neck isn't off limits. It's something he can't resist, not when Kaidoh's right here, within range.

"No, you … can do that, that's fine," Kaidoh says uncertainly. "Uh … I mean, it's not that annoying or anything. I mean, uhh … whatever, I don't care." He hisses, frustrated at his inability to answer in a way that doesn't sound clumsy and embarrassing, like it's somehow too difficult for him to simply say 'that's okay,' because that would be too agreeable and still feels somewhat against his nature. It's a bit difficult for him to simply say anything at all at the moment. Having Momoshiro's fingers so close after so long seems to be making him a bit inarticulate.

"Well then …" Momoshiro smiles, and his fingers hook around the green fabric of Kaidoh's bandana. He starts to pull at it, until it gently slips off Kaidoh's head, and it's gathered in his hand. "There."

Momoshiro can feel his heartbeat throb in his fingertips as they leave the bandana on the table, and reach back for Kaidoh's neck again. His dark brown hair is longer, and leaves a small cowlick at the base of his neck. It's kind of cute. Just a little bit. It makes him smile to know he's probably the only person to notice. His fingers reach out to it and they finally bury themselves within the dark hair. He wraps his entire palm around the neck, and starts making soft circles, as if he's comforting him in a way.

To be able to do this now, Momoshiro finally realizes it. That he wants to, he hadn't wanted it any other way. No matter what his answer had been to Kaidoh, he'd been unable to resist doing this, as he's unable to resist anything when it comes to Kaidoh. All he can think about is avoiding another five years of silence between them. Never again. He can't let this chance slip away, nor let his nerves get in the way, so Momoshiro musters up all his courage before he asks …

"Am I ... am I allowed to … kiss you?" he asks in a kind of shaky voice. "I mean, I'm not sick anymore …" He averts his eyes towards Kaidoh's neck, it's embarrassing to look him in the eyes when he asks such an equally embarrassing question. But he wants to, and right now, it should be okay to do, because it's an agreement, right? And god knows how long it's been since the last time they did it.

Kaidoh's shoulders tense and suddenly his pulse feels like it's going a mile a minute. "Y-you don't have to ask," he mumbles, his voice sounding half caught in his throat. He feels sort of like he's outside of himself looking in when he answers, like this isn't really happening, like they aren't really having this conversation. But they are, and that's making his head spin. Yeah, dizzy is how he feels. His hand crosses the space between them to find the front of Momoshiro's shirt and curl into the fabric like that's going to keep from losing his balance. "Idiot," he finishes, glancing over with nervous anticipation.

Momoshiro looks right back at Kaidoh; suddenly they're a lot closer to each other now, and his body feels like his fever has returned; it's hot and sweaty, and he's shaking just a little bit. His heart is beating against Kaidoh's hand, warm and unstoppable.

So, does that mean Momoshiro can do it whenever he likes? Not like he'd ever given it much thought on the island, back then he just did it without any regard to what Kaidoh would have wanted. But right now, sitting in front of Kaidoh like this, suddenly his opinion matters, a lot. What Kaidoh wants, what Kaidoh doesn't want. It's silly, and stupid, but Momoshiro would feel pretty awful if he'd been doing things to Kaidoh that Kaidoh didn't like nor want.

He's always done whatever the hell he wanted, including teasing Kaidoh, or simply making fun of him. Yet now, he wants permission. It is allowed, right? It is what he wants, right? Momoshiro feels every fibre in his body agree; he wants to kiss Kaidoh. But only if Kaidoh wants to, too.

Momoshiro's hand slips away from Kaidoh's neck, slowly traveling across the skin and up to his jawline, where he moves it to his cheek to hold it, so he can keep staring into Kaidoh's eyes.

"I'll only do it if you want to," says Momoshiro. No matter how badly he wants to himself, they're in this together, and only Kaidoh can give permission. His mind keeps screaming; say yes! Say yes!

It's not like there's really any question in Kaidoh's mind, it's just a matter of actually getting the words out. He's never said it out loud before, and it's scary. It's scary but this time, Kaidoh isn't running away from it. He's still looking back at Momoshiro, not dropping his gaze, not shying away. His cheeks feel impossibly warm and his fingers feel sweaty around Momoshiro's shirt, and this is embarrassing, but he's not backing down from it.

"I …" Kaidoh starts to say, sucking in some air, "… yeah, I want you to." Just that one little sentence is a strain to get out, and Kaidoh narrows his eyes at Momoshiro as if to say, Just shut up and kiss me already, since he sure as hell isn't going to say that out loud.

A fire has been lit inside of Momoshiro's chest, spreading warm and fuzzy feelings all throughout his body. He smiles with rosy cheeks; hearing those words really made an impact on him. He can only repeat it in his mind; Kaidoh wants to. And Momoshiro wants to, too. And well, what else is there left to question? What's he waiting for?

"Yeah, okay," Momoshiro half mumbles, his voice getting cut off by the breath he takes in. He starts to lean in, until their noses are almost touching, when he pulls back just as quickly, his hands finally leaving Kaidoh alone. He leans across the couch to reach the table with his other hand, and grabs the remote control. He punches in some buttons, and gets the TV to start playing some randomly chosen song.

There, at least people will think they're singing karaoke. Because it'd be awful if someone found out, and right now, Momoshiro simply wants to be left alone with Kaidoh.

He bashfully shrugs his shoulders at Kaidoh, who seems to be frowning at him for interrupting their moment. Momoshiro simply smiles, and moves closer to Kaidoh once more. His hand reaches for Kaidoh's, which is holding onto his shirt, and he plucks it free so that he can hold it himself. The fire inside of him seems to be spreading fast, and he's feeling so warm and good—he can hold Kaidoh's hand again like they fit together. But what's more important … is to kiss him.

Momoshiro doesn't wait any longer; his other hand wraps itself around Kaidoh's neck again, so that he has a firm grip, and he can finally pull themselves closer, close enough for Momoshiro's lips to finally touch Kaidoh's.

The moment they connect, there's this zing that loudly rushes through Momoshiro, one that leaves him breathless and shivering all over. He squeezes both Kaidoh's hand and his neck in response; his body simply reacting on instinct to be closer, and the feeling of Kaidoh's lush and warm lips on his own again is the driving force behind everything he's experiencing right now. His mind starts to shut down, as his urges kick in; he's been wanting to do this for weeks, so he doesn't hold back. He pushes hard against Kaidoh, and can feel Kaidoh push back just as much, like he's been waiting for this as well. He sucks, and Kaidoh sucks, and each movement he makes, Kaidoh reciprocates. Like he's leading in a dance, and Kaidoh follows his every move.

It's amazing how new this still feels, despite it not being new at all, they've done it so many times already. That certainly doesn't diminish the excitement he gets from it though, Momoshiro is simply happy he can experience it again, happy that he's allowed to do this, and happy that Kaidoh wants this too. Fuck, he's feeling better than happy, he's feeling better than he's felt in months. Momoshiro's mind is reeling from the fact that they are doing this again, those weeks that they had been separated had been way too long, and why the hell did it take him so long to do all of this. Why did he have to go and be stupid and get freaked out by it all? Because when they're like this, there's nothing to freak out about, nothing feels wrong, but just about everything feels right.

He doesn't care what Kaidoh is, boy, girl, robot, as long as it's Kaidoh, and he's here with him, doing the things they both want to do, then it's okay.

Momoshiro's eagerness to catch up on those lost weeks makes him kiss Kaidoh as if he's on a time limit. He gives him quick and hard kisses, smacking them together again and again, aiming for his top lip, then his bottom, then the corners, everywhere he can touch and kiss with his own lips. He's missed this, he's missed this so much, and the fire crackling loudly inside of him agrees, filling him up with that warmth once more.

The crappy pop song in the background continues to play, but neither pay it much mind.

His fingers wrap around the back of Kaidoh's head rather possessively, like he wants him close, because Kaidoh has agreed to only do this with him. Momoshiro keeps kissing Kaidoh, urgent and needy, pushing him back more against the other side of the couch, like he has no self control anymore, especially not when Kaidoh tries to match his pace, curling his fingers around Momoshiro's even tighter like he doesn't want Momoshiro to stop or leave. That's probably the furthest thing on his mind; he can't leave Kaidoh. It's part of his problem. But it's looking less like a problem, and more like the best thing that's ever happened to him. Yes, he can do this, every day, with Kaidoh, he wants to. He feels like he needs to.

And it's all the better because Kaidoh agreed. He wants this too, perhaps even needs it. It's like time stood still after they left the island, and now they're finally catching up again, full speed ahead, doing things like nothing has changed, feeling like nothing has changed. The way Kaidoh's burning skin feels under his fingertips, the plum and warm lips hungrily kissing away at his own; how could he have ever doubted it for a second? He's missed this, missed every second of it.

In the heat of the moment, Momoshiro briefly pulls back, intending to return for more after taking a small breath, but instead he mutters, "I missed you." He barely registers that he says you instead of this, but to Momoshiro, they're kind of one and the same right now. And truthfully, he has missed Kaidoh as well.

Kaidoh blinks his eyes open and gives Momoshiro a little smile at that, one he can't even help. Sure, the kissing should have been a bit of a hint, but hearing Momoshiro say that out loud makes Kaidoh feel warm and tingly all over. Probably some of that is embarrassment, but he's pretty sure there's happiness mixed in there too. Sometimes Momoshiro manages to say or do these things that penetrate Kaidoh's grumpy exterior and make him react in ways that feel totally out of his control. And more and more, Kaidoh seems to be just letting those reactions happen, he isn't trying to stop or hide them.

Right now, with Momoshiro's fingers against his skin and face so close to his own, he isn't sure he'd be able to even if he wanted to.

"You too," he says softly, and gives Momoshiro's hand a squeeze. He pulls his other hand up between them and cups his palm against Momoshiro's very warm cheek, his fingers grazing Momoshiro's ear. I missed you too, he thinks with every nerve in his body, relieved that he doesn't have to miss him anymore, that Momoshiro is right here now, that he isn't going anywhere, that they're okay again—no, they're better than okay.

He'd thought all the talking was a terrible, awkward idea—as he usually does, when it comes to … saying things—but if that's what it took to get here, then he'd go through it all over again. Because now he feels like any fears or doubts he had have been assuaged. He knows where Momoshiro stands and they can be together and do things together without worrying about whether or not they want the same thing or where this is going.

It feels different now, both of them knowing for certain how much the other one wants this, no more doubting it, no more holding back. The crackle of energy between them feels tangible, and perhaps even a little dangerous, because those few weeks spent apart suddenly feel like a whole lot of time to make up for. Sure, Kaidoh had been doing his best to keep his mind distracted, but who was he kidding? He missed Momoshiro and now that he's got him right in front of him, he feels like everything that was building up inside of him, all the urges and feelings he was trying to suppress, are coming boiling to the surface and it's all he can do to try and keep them reined in.

He slides his fingers back into Momoshiro's hair, his fingernails grazing his scalp as he leans forward and presses his lips against Momoshiro's, hard like he's hoping to leave a mark. Momoshiro kisses him back just as eagerly, like those few seconds spared for breath and words were too much time spent apart. Kaidoh sucks on Momoshiro's bottom lip and then even tugs on it with his teeth, abandoning any pretense that this is something gentle. Not that he doesn't like that too, but right now doesn't feel like the time for that. Right now he just wants to kiss and touch Momoshiro as much as possible, as soon as possible. It really does feel like they're making up for lost time, with the way their lips smack together over and over, refusing to be separated.

Momoshiro doesn't even want to be separated from Kaidoh right now. Not now when he can kiss him all over, wherever he wants; leaving Kaidoh is the last thing he wants to do.

That awkward plane trip, being silent with each other, not touching, no communication, it was awful and Momoshiro regrets not saying anything sooner. Because that would have meant that they could have been doing this sooner, could have felt Kaidoh's fingers in his hair again, could have kissed him again. But they're here now, together, that's all that matters, and Momoshiro is not letting Kaidoh slip away from him, and he's not going to leave him either. All that matters is that they both want this, and they've been craving for it ever since it stopped.

Those fingers in Momoshiro's hair, scratching his scalp just feels so good. He didn't realize just how much he missed it, but he's hooked on the feeling again, like an addict crawling right back and enjoying the hell out of it. And Kaidoh's insistent mouth demands the other half of his attention, or pretty much all this attention. Each time they break away and come back lip locked together again, Momoshiro feels a crackle of energy shoot through him, and the butterflies in his stomach are going haywire.

Momoshiro feels like he needs to take breathing exercises when he feels Kaidoh's teeth tug on his lips again. There's never enough time for air, not when all he wants to do is continue smashing his lips against Kaidoh's. He breathes hoarsely through his nose and his mouth whenever he can, but it's only for a brief period; Kaidoh doesn't want to be separated for too long. Neither does Momoshiro. He'd rather die from lack of oxygen intake, than stop it altogether. His hand strokes the back of Kaidoh's head—feeling him do the same thing to him—until he wraps it around that delicate neck he's missed so much. He can feel Kaidoh's pulse throbbing against the palm of his hand; it's fast and hot.

Pretty much everything they're doing right now feels fast and hot. Too hot to remain in his winter clothes.

Momoshiro stubbornly pushes back against Kaidoh's mouth, forcing him to back down—though he's making an effort to remain where he is, pushing back against Momoshiro just as much. But that's how he likes it; when they're like this, everything feels like a complete circle of giving and taking, even if that does sound mushy. But he doesn't care, nothing else matters besides Kaidoh right now, Kaidoh and his very hot lips.

Those hot lips part and bite on Momoshiro's own lips, causing him to part his lips, wincing a little in pain, but at the same time take a deep and pleasurable breath. It seems to be an invitation to Kaidoh, because he figures his tongue should slip inside now that his lips are parted. The moment he feels Kaidoh's warm and wet tongue enter, he can feel his entire body slump against him, like all those tense muscles are finally collapsing, and simply basking in this warm glow of pleasure. Momoshiro angles his head to the right, giving Kaidoh easier access, then uses his own tongue to touch's Kaidoh's. Slippery, wet and hot—it always seems to set him off. The powerplay between their tongues, the hands gripping and pulling on hair, the shorts breaths they take—he pretty much loves every second of it.

Momoshiro's hand finally leaves Kaidoh's neck, but continues rolling his tongue against Kaidoh's, temporarily unable to do anything else. But his hand does finally reach the hem of Kaidoh's sweater; that seems way too hot. And, well, it's in the way. He squeezes Kaidoh's hand and pulls him to his own sweater, hopefully he'll know what he means without pulling away from his awesome tongue to actually tell him with words.

Kaidoh's fingers pull away from Momoshiro's, but before they have the chance to feel empty, he slides them over the back of Momoshiro's hand, covering it with his own and then curling both their hands around the bottom of his sweater. He pulls back, his lips smacking away from Momoshiro's mouth, and then he looks down at their hands, Momoshiro's fingers disappearing under his sweater, itching to move. Even though Momoshiro's not saying anything, Kaidoh sees the question there, and he's waiting for Kaidoh to tell him to go ahead, to keep going.

For a moment, Kaidoh feels a bit embarrassed, but the doubt doesn't last long, not when all the blood beating its way through him is demanding the exact opposite. Not when Momoshiro's looking at him, his eyes full of heated expectation, that look he reserves only for Kaidoh, and only when they're doing this. Kaidoh is helpless to that look. It scrambles his mind up, makes it impossible for him to overthink things.

He gives a little nod and squeezes Momoshiro's fingers, and then he feels both Momoshiro's hands move, sliding up Kaidoh's torso and pulling his sweater up with them. Kaidoh's hand slides out of Momoshiro's hair so he can help get the sweater off. It's more awkward than when it was just his tank top. Sleeves are annoying, and he doesn't need them anyway. He's probably the furthest thing from cold right now. In fact, he feels like their bodies are going to start a fire with all the heat between them, and Kaidoh's eager to stop dealing with his stupid sweater and get back to it.

Once he's got the fleece material off his arms and over his head, he drops the sweater on the couch next to him and throws both arms around Momoshiro's shoulders to pull him close again and reunite their mouths. Undeterred and without hesitation, he pushes his tongue back into Momoshiro's mouth, eager to pick up where they left out. One of his hands drags down Momoshiro's back to find the hem of his shirt and inch up underneath it, where there's hot bare skin just waiting to be touched. When he spreads his fingers over it, the feeling is like a zap of static, only even stronger and the jolt is much more pleasant, like Momoshiro's whole body is conducting electricity.

Momoshiro's arches his back in reaction of Kaidoh's fingers spreading around his lower back. He leans his body closer to Kaidoh, as if they're two puzzles pieces waiting to be connected. There's a bit of everything going on right now, Kaidoh's hand now stuffed under his shirt, his own hand stuffed under Kaidoh's top, and their tongues eagerly sliding up against each other. There's so many sensations going on, Momoshiro is a bit amazed he's still functioning properly and hasn't short circuited from sensation overload.

It's how everything feels like when he's doing this with Kaidoh, everything is charged with this heat and fuzzy electric feeling, and it's the most addicting feeling in the world.

For a few more seconds, Momoshiro enjoys the way Kaidoh's tongue teases his own; it's eager and playful, like there's no way any of them will go slow now, not when it's been weeks since they last did this. The other few seconds, he's busy stroking his hand up on Kaidoh's stomach, rolling over his ripped abs—he can count them!—and what used to be an eyesore to him (since he didn't have them), now feels like something much more different. Because it's Kaidoh's, and everything about Kaidoh feels good right now, including all the defined muscles, and Momoshiro likes mapping it out with his hand. He likes the way it feels, the skin-on-skin contact, and he likes how it makes Kaidoh instinctively jerk towards him so he won't stop.

But, right now, Momoshiro's goal is to lose as much clothing between them and touch everything. He doesn't care where they are—a karaoke place with no lock on the door—all he knows is that he's got no self control anymore, and he wants Kaidoh right now. Preferably with nothing separating them.

Momoshiro finally gathers enough willpower to pull back from Kaidoh, his tongue slipping out of his own mouth, and he immediately feels naked without it. Which is weird, considering that's what he'd like them to be. But now, even separating from Kaidoh feels like he's missing a piece, so he tries to hurry up and do his thing so he can rejoin Kaidoh again. Kaidoh's looking at him with piercing eyes, probably wondering why he pulled back and stopped, but Momoshiro finally retrieves his own hands, and they quickly pull up his own shirt over his torso, taking the entire thing off. Despite the room being slightly chilly, Momoshiro isn't fazed; when he's like this with Kaidoh, his body always feels like it's burning up, and there's no stopping it. He drops it right behind him on the couch as well.

The moment Momoshiro's shirt leaves his upper body, Kaidoh's hands seem to frantically slide around his back, like they want to touch everything. Momoshiro smiles and sighs at the sensation; he wants to do this to Kaidoh too. He looks at him and kisses him a few times, their lips moist and hot, before pulling back again. Kaidoh gives him this grumpy look for interrupting him this many times.

"Lie down on the couch," says Momoshiro. The position they're in makes everything a bit awkward to reach and do, and he'd rather lie in a comfortable position while doing lewd things to Kaidoh. He blushes at his own thoughts.

Momoshiro backs away from Kaidoh to make room for him, and at the same time, is kicking off his own shoes since they'd get in the way. Once they're off, he quickly grabs the remote off the table once more; the song had already stopped playing. He instead puts on a playlist that will play crappy songs indefinitely; perfect for some privacy between them.

For a second, Kaidoh glares at Momoshiro, like he's got an argument waiting on the tip of his tongue, or at least feels like he ought to. But there's no good reason to protest this, no matter how natural the instinct it seems to be. Actually, more and more, what feels natural to Kaidoh is to simply do what Momoshiro wants, because it coincides with what Kaidoh wants to do himself. So instead of grumbling, he just hisses and bends down to quickly loosen the ties on his own shoes so he can nudge them off and leave them sitting neatly on the floor.

Then he shifts away from the edge of the couch, the leather creaking a bit as he moves and making him more conscious of his actions, which in turn makes him feel sort of embarrassed. Any time they separate tends to embarrass him, whereas as long as they have their hands and mouths on each other, Kaidoh is able to not think so much about what it is that they're doing and how much he likes it, and how that's still not something he's used to. But he's getting better at not letting it get to him. He's not going to let it throw him off, not when he's finally got Momoshiro to himself after all these days.

With a huff, he turns his whole body towards Momoshiro and gives him a look of challenge before he leans in to press his mouth against Momoshiro's lips again. There's no longer any hesitation to it. Kissing anyone, let alone Momoshiro had once felt like a complete impossibility, but now it feels effortless; it just feels like where his mouth belongs.

While they're still lip-locked, Kaidoh snakes his hand up around Momoshiro's neck so he can drag him down with him as he leans back against the couch cushion. He tries his best to be smooth, but he's Kaidoh, so it doesn't quite work out. Instead, it's pretty clumsy, like he doesn't know where his legs and arms should go, just knows that he wants to get Momoshiro pulled as close to him as possible. He lets out a little growl of frustration against Momoshiro's lips as he squirms under him on the couch, trying to get into a comfortable position. This part was easier when they had the pretense of a fight and could just tackle each other to the ground.

Momoshiro can't help but feel a little happy at the urgency of Kaidoh's actions, pulling him closer like he doesn't want to separate again. He almost wants to pull back, laugh, and tell him to slow down—he's not going anywhere. But there's nothing to laugh about when his hands are trying to touch Kaidoh everywhere in a clumsy manner as well.

When one of Kaidoh's elbow manages to jab into Momoshiro's stomach, he thinks that's enough. As much as he'd love to continue this, it would need some kind of finesse, one that they seemed to naturally obtain when they were alone in a hut before. But now, they're simply too eager to care, but Momoshiro would rather not be annoyed by elbows stabbing him in the eye. So Momoshiro leans back from Kaidoh—once more eliciting a glare from the other man—and catches both his wrists as he pulls them away from his back, and up to the front of his chest.

"Relax," says Momoshiro as he looks over at Kaidoh. "We've got two hours, and I don't want to end it in ten minutes, ok?" He's surprised by how collected his own voice sounds like, since he feels just as impatient as Kaidoh. He raises one of Kaidoh's hands, and gently places a kiss on top of his bony knuckles.

Momoshiro nudges one of his knees against the inside of Kaidoh's thigh, so that he spreads them to make room. He dives right back in, releasing Kaidoh's wrists, and sliding on top of his chest, his legs in between Kaidoh's, and his hands pressing into the couch cushion to prevent him from knocking his head into Kaidoh's. Now that's a much more comfortable position. He's up close to him now, and all those urges surge back to him, screaming at him to simply take what he wants, and to hell with everything else. To kiss Kaidoh like it was the last night on earth.

He's really not good at taking his own advice and slow down.

Their lips once more meet up, Momoshiro eager to return, and Kaidoh probably eager to get him to shut up. It makes him feel weak, almost helpless, as he can do nothing but suck on Kaidoh's lips, as Kaidoh tries to bite them, probably payback for stopping again. But he doesn't mind, he still doesn't know why, but that kind of roughness is just at the right level from him. It reminds him a bit of their fights, but this is definitely not a fight. For once they can both admit that this is certainly not a continuation of their fights. What exactly it is, well, Momoshiro will just call it 'spending time with Kaidoh', and that's alright with him.

Momoshiro dips his body down so that their chests touch, and their hips connect, and he slips his tongue into Kaidoh's mouth this time. It's a bit too much for him, all this touching, that Momoshiro feels completely dizzy and lightheaded from not breathing enough. But who cares about oxygen anyway; Kaidoh's tongue makes him forget about everything. Kaidoh's hands make matters worse as he loves feeling it on his skin, scraping against the back of his neck, and takes away most of his focus. It's one thing Kaidoh's always been good at; attracting his attention until he can't focus on anything but Kaidoh. He doesn't even know how he does it, or if he even does it on purpose, but Momoshiro knows for certain, that he will give Kaidoh all of his attention.

And there's one other thing he's been wanting to do … Momoshiro tilts his head back, his tongue exiting across Kaidoh's bottom lip, a sensation that gives him goosebumps, and he takes a small moment to look at Kaidoh. Kaidoh's eyes flutter open and he gazes at him as well, his face relaxed and his mouth looks roughed up. There's a warm glow around him, almost as if it were tangible and Momoshiro could touch it. Even his cheeks are flushed with red.

Kaidoh looks kind of hot like that, a thought that makes Momoshiro's own cheeks sting and he averts his eyes.

It still almost feels like a dream, like this never happened, like Momoshiro never thought about these 'rules' and what it would mean for them. But here they are; on top of each other and their hands can't stop wandering over their bodies. He's glad he did it, glad he thought about it, glad he spoke up, and glad they're doing this again like it's normal. And it's supposed to be, Momoshiro certainly wants it to be.

Momoshiro gives Kaidoh a tiny seductive kind of smile before he closes the gap between them again, this time dropping his head even lower to the left, until his nose grazes over the soft skin of Kaidoh's neck. He doesn't know why, but that little spot has always been alluring to him, irresistible, really. So he finally places his lips on Kaidoh's skin, right next to his throat, and sucks, gently. He can feel Kaidoh's hands run up in his hair, and any kind of movement from Kaidoh encourages Momoshiro to continue, like he's getting this rush just from seeing his reactions. He leaves another kiss, lower towards his collarbone. And another, higher up near his jawline, until he's leaving small burning kisses all over the side of Kaidoh's neck, each more intense than the other. The flutter of Kaidoh's pulse against his lips feel exciting, as he can feel it speed up just by his own actions. He enjoys this freedom; he can touch Kaidoh anywhere he'd like.

He's always wondered what it would be like to leave a kiss mark on Kaidoh's neck—not a bite mark. So this time, Momoshiro chooses a nice spot, smack dab in the middle of his pulsepoint, and parts his lips across the skin; taking in a big breath to suck, hard.

Kaidoh's whole body seems to shudder as he sucks in a sharp breath of air and, without even thinking about it, stretches his neck out to give Momoshiro better access. It feels like his heart is right there, trapped in his neck, and Momoshiro is sucking it out with his mouth. Or at least he's doing a pretty fucking fantastic job trying.

His fingers drag up to Momoshiro's shoulder blades, wrapping themselves around his back, around skin so warm it may as well be scorching. He presses his own lips against Momoshiro's collarbone, since it's right there, since everything is right there for him to touch. The invisible barrier between them, built up with doubt and awkwardness, has been broken down to the point that it feels as though it never existed to begin with.

Kaidoh thinks it's weird how they're able to do this again, it all feeling easy and inevitable, but then, maybe everything they do could be conceived as a little bit weird. At least it's not how Kaidoh would act with anyone else, nor would he want to. But with Momoshiro, it's different, and Kaidoh is okay with that. He likes it. He likes everything about this and that's impossible to deny anymore, no matter how much of a stubborn front Kaidoh might put up.

Why does he even still feel the need to try?

Besides, any words dismissing it would seem pretty meaningless when weighed against his actions. No matter how grumpy or indifferent he may act, when he's got his arms wrapped tightly around Momoshiro's back like he can't bear to be more than a millimeter apart from him, it's pretty hard to pretend he doesn't care that much. But actions have always been his strength—running or training or playing tennis—and putting things into words seems, on the surface, to be much simpler than any of those things, but to Kaidoh it's never been an easy task. He presses another kiss along Momoshiro's collarbone, toward his shoulder. Even this shouldn't be an easy task for him, but having Momoshiro here and reassuring Kaidoh with his own enthusiasm, tricks Kaidoh into feeling like it isn't hard at all, like this is something he can do without worry or care.

Because he isn't worried. He's too wrapped up in good feelings to be worried. His whole body seems to roll when Momoshiro sucks at his neck again, his back arching up and his toes curling. Having Momoshiro's mouth there is always intense, and Kaidoh shakily tries to keep his breathing from getting too ragged.

He tries to focus on his own movements, and drags his fingers down Momoshiro's spine until they can sprawl out over his lower back, fingernails digging in slightly. It's not like the desire to mark each other up is anything new. Even during their fights, Kaidoh drew some satisfaction from leaving Momoshiro with a bruise, even though that usually meant he ended up with one of his own. But now he isn't scratching to prove some dumb point, to win a competition or settle an argument. He really isn't sure why he does it, just that it kind of feels right for them to be a little rough with each other. It's like an instinct that Kaidoh can't seem to shake. And maybe a bit of it is payback, because if Momoshiro keeps sucking on Kaidoh's neck like that, Kaidoh thinks his brain might just turn to jelly.

Momoshiro responds to the nails scratching at his lower back, and he arches it, forcing him to grind his hips into Kaidoh's for relief. For a brief second, he's glad Kadoh decided to wear sweatpants, because everything is so easy to feel underneath it.

Lips continue to suck on Kaidoh's neck like a vampire, but Momoshiro honestly enjoys it. Maybe Kaidoh isn't aware of it, but he's letting out some very soft gasps the longer Momoshiro's lips stay attached, and it's spurring him on, not to mention turning him on. It's endearing, and if Momoshiro didn't know Kaidoh all that well, he might have thought he was faking it. But he does know Kaidoh—knows him like no one else does, and he's glad he's the only one who knows him like that—and that Kaidoh would stubbornly refuse to say or do anything to indicate he likes something.

Which is why it's giving Momoshiro a rush of butterflies when he sees Kaidoh act like this, genuinely enjoying himself. He's really happy they can be like this, that Kaidoh shows him this side of himself, because Momoshiro wants to hog it as much as possible. He wants to be the only one that can make Kaidoh gasp and react like this.

Momoshiro finally plucks his lips away from Kaidoh's neck, and can feel Kaidoh's tense body finally relax beneath him. He slowly inches away to look at the damage he's done; there's a red, star shaped hickey on his skin. It's not that big, but big enough for Kaidoh to want to hide it.

Yeah, he wants to be the only one allowed to do this to Kaidoh.

It's why rule number five is probably, secretly, rule number one to him. There had been no doubt in Momoshiro's mind when he thought about the possibility of 'sharing'; he didn't want to. It's that kind of realization that forced him to make up his mind and to call Kaidoh. In hindsight, Momoshiro doesn't even remember what took him so long to decide, what got him all confused, because like this, arms around each other, and lips kissing, nothing is confusing. It feels like how it should be.

Momoshiro moves his head up, to look at Kaidoh and smile at him for a little bit. Kaidoh leans forwards to kiss Momoshiro on the lips, and all those happy little butterflies are back, feeling intense and demanding attention. This is not confusing at all. In fact, all of this is worth it. If it means there will be restrictions and hardships on doing this with Kaidoh, Momoshiro will accept them, because to him, this is worth it.

If someone had told Momoshiro that later in life, he'd be kissing and frolicking around with his so called rival, well, he would have deemed him mad and kicked him in the balls. Yet now, it makes sense. It makes so much sense. He's never been able to leave Kaidoh alone. Not when they were pre-schoolers, not when they were middle-schoolers, and not now as adults either. He doesn't understand the reason why; perhaps Kaidoh is releasing some kind of pheromone. Or maybe it's because from the start, there had always been a connection between them, a fire that caused them to fight all the time, and yet, still not hate each other. Perhaps this is simply a continuation of that, that it grew into something like this, where they're allowed to touch each other in places they had never dreamed of before.

Momoshiro pushes his mouth back against Kaidoh, almost angrily, yet he's anything but angry. Soon they're both moving in sync, massaging each other with hot and wet lips, parting briefly to take in short breaths, then rejoining as soon as possible again. As if being separated from each other for too long is impossible. He likes the way Kaidoh kisses him; rough, without any delicacy, and needy. It makes him shudder from the intensity, and goose bumps keep appearing everywhere on his body. Above all, he likes the fact that Kaidoh wants to kiss him like this.

But Momoshiro's the same: wanting nothing more than to kiss him raw, and wanting it now. He's waited too long to kiss him again, and that sense of urgency is still present in his actions, kissing him fast and furious, digging his hips into Kaidoh's below him, and letting his hand wander through Kaidoh's hair.

What's amazing is how nothing feels awkward about this. Momoshiro can feel Kaidoh's tongue enter his mouth again, and he reacts to it on instinct, curling his tongue around Kaidoh's, trying not to moan right into his mouth as he feels his heartbeat pang against his chest. There might have been some trial and error during their first time, but after all this practice, it simply comes natural to him, to not think but do, to respond to each little touch. It feels great.

The hand in Kaidoh's hair finally leaves, and settles on his shoulder, his fingertips holding him tightly as Momoshiro thrusts his tongue against his. Then it moves down, until it's on his chest, then even lower towards his stomach. He can feel Kaidoh's own hands on his back, rubbing, stroking, showing off his ability to scratch him. And Momoshiro likes the scratching. Another weird thing that carried over from their rivalry, he presumes. Yet what once hurt, now feels pretty damn good that he's become strangely addicted to it. He softly nips at Kaidoh's tongue in response, feeling Kaidoh suck harder in response. It makes his body squirm on top of Kaidoh, and now they're both already moving in a rhythm which Kaidoh tries to match. Everything needs to move when they're like this, as if they can't stand still even for a split second.

Momoshiro finally rests his hand on top of Kaidoh's hipbone, right at the end of his tank top. He wants it off. It's not fair Kaidoh gets to scratch his naked back, but Momoshiro still has fabric in the way. The thought of lying on top of Kaidoh with no clothes makes him shiver. He pulls away from Kaidoh, their tongues finally being left alone, and takes in a shaky and ragged breath. He opens his eyes to look at Kaidoh.

"Mind taking this off too?" Momoshiro asks, and his hand curls around the tank top. Desperate to not stay separated for too long, Momoshiro quickly covers Kaidoh's mouth with his, kissing him hard, before he stops again, resting his forehead against Kaidoh's. "Want to touch you …" he breathes out against Kaidoh's lips. And it's the truth; he wants to touch Kaidoh everywhere, and even kiss him everywhere.

He quickly kisses Kaidoh again. "Please," he croaks out, hating how needy and disgusting he sounds, but finding he doesn't care as much as he should. Momoshiro is too high on this rush to properly care about embarrassment.

"Y-yeah," Kaidoh murmurs, his voice sounding like a shiver put to sound. He's unable to look Momoshiro in the eyes as he says it, because Momoshiro has this look like he's going to melt through Kaidoh with his stare alone, and it's making Kaidoh feel like there isn't nearly enough air in the small room. "Yeah," he repeats, a little more confidently this time, "Okay."

He slides his hands away from Momoshiro's back, resting them instead on his shoulders and nudging him back a bit, while at the same time propping himself up on the couch with his elbows. His movements are pretty graceless since it's hard to take clothes off while lying underneath someone, but Kaidoh doesn't want to just shove Momoshiro away. He doesn't want to put too much space between them right now, for fear they won't be able to get back into the rhythm again if they separate.

He feels Momoshiro's hand slip around his back and pull the material up, and Kaidoh does the same at the front, until it's all bunched up around his neck and he has no real option but to sit up entirely so his arms are free to yank the tank top over his arms and head. He's probably never lost a shirt so fast in his life, impatient to get that out of the way so he can get Momoshiro back against him again. He doesn't even notice where it ends up, unconcerned with whether it gets wrinkled. His compulsion to fold and organize seems to have been temporarily switched off, like Momoshiro's controlling it with his fingers over Kaidoh's now bare skin.

Kaidoh leans back against the couch again, dragging Momoshiro back down with him and feeling their naked chests press together, skin and warmth everywhere. The leather feels a little sticky against Kaidoh's back, but he's not that bothered by it, too distracted by where Momoshiro's hands are going to really notice.

He circles Momoshiro's neck with his own arms and drags his fingernails through Momoshiro's hair to pull his head closer and force his mouth against Momoshiro's lips again, not waiting for them to part before he pushes his tongue inside. He no longer feels nervous about taking the initiative in this, about acting instead of just reacting. If he seems overly eager, it's because he is, but Momoshiro is too, so Kaidoh feels no shame in it even though his cheeks feel as warm as they do when he's really embarrassed. He isn't though. He isn't embarrassed at all.

Their now bare chests act like a heater between them; radiating warmth that's making them both sweat and slide against each other. Momoshiro pays no mind to it, as all his attention is going to Kaidoh's tongue, which is instantly exploring his mouth, like he's some enemy that's invaded his territory, and is ready to seize it.

It's not something Momoshiro thought he would ever be comfortable with—other obvious things not withstanding—letting Kaidoh take control of him, to invade his personal space like it's nothing. They were once rivals, and Momoshiro couldn't even fathom the idea of letting Kaidoh gain the upper hand, but here he is, allowing Kaidoh to plunge inside of him like it's where he belonged all this time. And it really does feel like it, his tongue hot and demanding, and it's Kaidoh's, yet it doesn't feel wrong at all. Simply feels right. He'd allow Kaidoh to do this anytime he wants, since it's something Momoshiro wants as well.

Who is in control, who is on top—those things don't seem to matter anymore. Not when Momoshiro's brain is screaming to touch, kiss, and grind.

Plus, Kaidoh's tongue feels fucking amazing.

Momoshiro's own tongue wraps around Kaidoh's, until they're twirling around each other, taking turns. It's a sticky mess, but when his heart is beating so fast, pumping all his blood to his face (and between his legs), Momoshiro can't seem to give a damn. Not when it's making his insides feel all tied up, and his heart seems to be bouncing in his rib cage of joy and pleasure.

And it isn't just Kaidoh's tongue which is sending Momoshiro's mind reeling, it's his hands and arms as well. They're tied around Momoshiro's neck, to keep him close, and Kaidoh might not be doing this consciously, but it still makes something small light up in Momoshiro's chest. Like he's glad to know Kaidoh wants him here, and will genuinely hold onto him just because. Momoshiro manages to wrap one arm around Kaidoh's neck as well, lifting him away from the leather couch, and smushing their faces together as much as he can. His other hand is busy stroking down Kaidoh's chest, sometimes using his nails to make red tracks go down to his abs.

They move their tongues, and Kaidoh pulls it out so that they can both take a quick breath, before they return for more, smacking their lips together, and tongues meeting up in the middle. Momoshiro is half acting on hormones, and half on feelings right now. This probably is the most amazing thing he's felt before in his life, this thing between him and Kaidoh. And at the same time, he's also completely relieved and happy he got over himself and did this. Talked to Kaidoh, and made things happen again.

If he hadn't …if Momoshiro hadn't told Kaidoh it was okay …

Kaidoh's tongue once again screams for his attention, and Momoshiro's fleeting thoughts are erased. Fuck it, he could never stay away from this, he'd be crawling back to Kaidoh the moment he started missing him. And he already did, didn't he?

It's why they're here, right now, because Momoshiro couldn't stand missing him one more day. Because he knew he had to make that first step to get things back on track again.

Momoshiro tries to wedge his other arm between the couch and Kaidoh's back, and after a little bit of maneuvering, and Kaidoh realizing what he's doing, he gets his wish as Kaidoh arches up against him. Momoshiro presses his palm against Kaidoh's lower back, and he lifts him up so that their bodies are touching everywhere. Face, chest, hips, legs—everything's connected. He holds him close, and he finally stops kissing Kaidoh, pulling away so that he can rest his head against Kaidoh's collarbone, eyes closed, and mouth gasping for oxygen. He tightens his embrace, and for a little while, stays just like this, holding Kaidoh, not moving, not kissing, no fingernails scratching somewhere; just Kaidoh's body pressed up against his own. Momoshiro nuzzles his face into the crook of Kaidoh's neck with a small sigh, displaying affection he didn't even know he had in him.

It's a small moment in this hectic and frantic mess, that Momoshiro simply appreciates Kaidoh being here.

Kaidoh feels a little strange, his heart thumping hard in his chest but his whole body still, like he's frozen and helpless in Momoshiro's arms. It's almost like a hug, he guesses, and Kaidoh's not used to the feeling, being squeezed so tightly and warmly. He doesn't know how to respond. The rough movements—their mouths nipping at each other, their hands scrabbling over bare skin—that's something Kaidoh can grasp on an instinctual level. His hormones know how to react to that, they crave it, but something simple like an embrace leaves him a little baffled and he's torn between lying there and accepting it, or fighting in protest.

But even though it's kind of weird and Momoshiro's halted movement catches him off guard, it also makes his chest fill up with a warm and buoyant feeling. He doesn't know what it is, but it feels good enough to make him think that maybe this isn't so weird after all, that maybe it's okay to pause things and let this happen. Slowly, he wraps his own arms over each other, like he's locking Momoshiro's body tightly against himself.

With Momoshiro's face pressed against his neck, he can't see it, but Kaidoh is even smiling, just a little. It feels nice to have Momoshiro here and close. It feels unreal. They aren't on the island anymore; they're back in the real world, with its tall buildings and millions of people, but still he's able to be with Momoshiro like this. Everything he'd known the past few months—living in that wooden hut, and running on sand every day, and catching and cooking all their own food—all that is gone now, but this remains. This doesn't have to change.

Kaidoh's not going to let it.

He lets out a sigh of his own, and then inhales, smelling Momoshiro's hair and the sweat on his skin. By some strange compulsion, he leans against the side of Momoshiro's head and tilts his face towards Momoshiro's cheek so he can press his mouth against it. Then, feeling bashful, like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't, he turns away just as quickly, and hisses against Momoshiro's shoulder.

The hiss disturbs Momoshiro out of his trance, and suddenly he realizes how stiff Kaidoh feels below him. He feels a little stiff and embarrassed himself, the side of his cheek which Kaidoh's lips touched hot and red. But the way Kaidoh immediately retreated, it feels as if this is something that isn't allowed.

"Ah, sorry," Momoshiro mumbles against Kaidoh's skin. "Just felt like …" Holding Kaidoh. "Uhm, yeah." He bashfully buries his face into Kaidoh's neck, as if to hide, like he's done something wrong, and ruined the mood or something. He loosens his grip on Kaidoh's back and neck, slowly slipping away. If Kaidoh doesn't want to …

"Don't apologize, dumbass," Kaidoh grumbles back, glaring at the side of Momoshiro's face. He sounds shaky as he says it, like his voice is testing the waters and he's surprised he's able to say things at all. Talking when they're like this had once seemed totally impossible, and even after all this time it still feels like he's leaping over hurdles just to push the sounds out of his mouth.

His arms loosen a little, and he trails one hand over Momoshiro's shoulder and down his arm, his fingers pressing into the skin like he's trying to keep Momoshiro from going anywhere, like he's trying to convey to Momoshiro that it's okay, that he can still do this, that he can do whatever he wants, but he's used up all his speaking ability. This more gentle side of things isn't something Kaidoh's used to, and he doesn't really know what to do about it, but that doesn't mean he doesn't like it.

He's not great at showing it all the time, but he actually likes most things Momoshiro does, even the things he'd hate coming from anyone else. Maybe especially those things. Momoshiro has this weird and stupid way of persuading Kaidoh to be okay with things he never imagined he'd be okay with.

Feeling a little emboldened, or maybe just indignant that Momoshiro isn't quite so close anymore, Kaidoh kisses the side of Momoshiro's face again, this time lingering a little longer in spite of the red heat that flares up in his cheeks just from doing that.

Momoshiro feels his heart jump up and down in his chest, and a big grin spreads on his face (as well as it turning red). He chuckles, a little amused, a little shy, a little embarrassed, and a whole lot of happy. He leans closer again, tightening his embrace, his arms securely wrapping around Kaidoh, not wishing to let go this time. He plucks his face away from Kaidoh's neck, tilts it, and places a kiss on the side of Kaidoh's cheek as well, causing him to grin again. It's something that he'd been doing a lot when they were still stuck on the island. A kiss on the cheek right before Kaidoh left to go running in the morning. Sometimes it was a kiss on the lips. Either way, what felt acceptable then, now feels acceptable too.

It's allowed, everything feels like it's allowed now. He can do these kind of things without Kaidoh pushing him away, or telling him he's a disgusting idiot. At least right now, he's simply just an idiot. An idiot who likes doing these things. But if he's an idiot …

Momoshiro pushes his mouth against Kaidoh's ear. "If I'm a dumbass, then you are too," he says with a small laugh at the end. As if he's saying that even if they're being stupid, at least they're being stupid together.

He lifts his head away from Kaidoh, this time hovering over him so he can look him in the eye. Kaidoh seems kind of … nervous? Or, well, he seems to be conscious of the fact that he's blushing, and he's trying to hide it. Not very well of course. It's kind of cute, the way he gets this bashful. Momoshiro moves his hand from the back of Kaidoh's neck, to the front of his face, his fingers gently grazing over the spot he had kissed before. His cheeks feel warm and very soft, and there's this weird compulsive urge inside of him that makes him want to kiss it all the time, just to throw Kaidoh for a loop, to get him to react like this. He likes those reactions, it feels good to be the one to cause them. It's always felt good to have Kaidoh react to him. He gives Kaidoh another wide smile; he feels like he's glowing with happiness.

It's giving him courage to be more at ease with this, to feel more acceptive of what they're doing. The corner of Momoshiro's mouth lifts up a little bit as he prepares himself for what he's going to say next. With his crooked smile, Momoshiro parts his lips and says, "My dumbass." Rule number 5: don't do these things with anyone but him.

Kaidoh scowls at him. "Shut up," he mutters, his voice sounding whiny and petulant and not at all the way he wants it to. He covers Momoshiro's hand with his own, locking their fingers together and dragging it towards his mouth like he's trying to hide his whole face with Momoshiro's hand. It's annoying to have Momoshiro looking at him when his face is going all these embarrassing colors. It's even more annoying that Momoshiro is smiling at him like he gets some kind of enjoyment out of seeing Kaidoh like this. And most annoying is the fact that Kaidoh can't even bring himself to sound all that annoyed, not when Momoshiro's got that stupid grin on his face that seems to say there's nothing to be embarrassed about at all.

Now that he's got Momoshiro's hand captured, Kaidoh presses a soft kiss against Momoshiro's palm, a stark contrast to his grumpy expression. He's fighting a bit with himself here, wanting to do these mushy affectionate things with Momoshiro, but being unwilling to let himself wholly give in to all of it, remaining slightly guarded. He's at once less embarrassed and also infinitely more embarrassed around Momoshiro than he is around anyone else. Because somehow, doing things, any things, feels more important with Momoshiro, and he's opening up to him in ways he never thought he was capable. And that's pretty scary, but at the same time there's a pounding in his chest that reassures him that this is what he's supposed to be doing, that all of this is right and good. He isn't sure why he feels the need to fight against it so much. His lingering stubbornness is still hard to shake.

He tugs at Momoshiro's wrist and arches his own neck a little so he can get Momoshiro close enough to kiss him on the lips instead, because that stops them both from saying anything else, and Kaidoh finds the silence a lot more comfortable. At least when he's got his shirt off and his back pinned to the couch. In Kaidoh's mind this should sort of be a no talking zone.

Momoshiro pushes back against Kaidoh, still smiling slightly at this pleasant hum inside of his chest. At least Kaidoh didn't deny it.

Their fingers slowly move against one another, fingertips against fingertips, they feel hot to the touch, and despite Kaidoh's hand being rough and bony, it's surprisingly soft. Momoshiro likes the way it feels, as much as he likes the way Kaidoh's mushy lips feel. That mouth which can never seem to find anything nice to say, is very capable of making Momoshiro feel like he's melting in a puddle of warm liquid. It can be gentle, like right now, just simply moving their lips, and sucking slightly. It can also be rough, which is more like how Momoshiro knows Kaidoh, but he likes exploring this side of Kaidoh as well. He likes it a lot.

He can tell through Kaidoh's actions that he's still a little hesitant, that he's still unsure—not with the kissing. No, with kissing he seems to love taking control and show Momoshiro how it's done. Which is silly, because he's been doing this for as long as Momoshiro has, which is to say, they were each other's firsts, and it hasn't been very long. But other than kissing, Kaidoh seems reluctant to express this … these … Momoshiro can't come up with a word for it, so he's just going to use 'spending time with Kaidoh' again.

But it's not like Momoshiro is any better. He did kind of freak out, and they have only made up about half an hour ago. So if Kaidoh is reluctant, it's probably partially his fault. He wants to tell him though, that he won't go away anymore. How can he? Leave something that feels this good? He couldn't. Even if he wanted to, Momoshiro finds it impossible to leave Kaidoh alone, not after what they've all done together. No, he could never, not now that he knows, not now that he's got these memories, and not now he's got Kaidoh in his arms, and lips against his own.

Momoshiro's teeth playfully take Kaidoh's bottom lip between them, giving it a slight tug. If he's ever said anything funny about Kaidoh's lips before; he takes it all back. Not these lips that feel like Egyptian cotton grazing his skin, making him feel all tingly and lightheaded. Kaidoh frees his bottom lip, and quickly smacks his entire mouth against Momoshiro, their pace now picking up speed. And Momoshiro doesn't object; they can go back to being rough and needy, because it what he feels like all the damn time now, and it should be disgusting, but Momoshiro's already half-way to accepting that it's going to be like this with Kaidoh from now on.

Always wanting him, always following after him, always bothering him. But if Kaidoh doesn't mind, and in fact, actually wants Momoshiro to do all of those things, then he's got nothing to complain or feel disgusted about.

Momoshiro lets his hormones and instincts take over as their kissing gets more rough, and faster, and harder, before they're attacking each other with their tongues again. The karaoke room is practically a sauna by now, their sweaty bodies sticking to each other like damp cloths. Not that Momoshiro minds, he can hardly tell when Kaidoh's doing that little trick with his tongue again, one that makes his knees feel weak, and makes him groan in response. Damn him for being so good at this.

So it's time to make Kaidoh feel good, too. Momoshiro pins Kaidoh's hand against the leathery couch and he finally breaks away from Kaidoh's delicious lips—yes he's calling them delicious, because he might as well have been eating from Kaidoh's mouth. His other hand is still trapped beneath Kaidoh's body, and it's sort of being cut off from its circulation, so Momoshiro decides to do something with it.

Namely lifting Kaidoh's entire body up against him—after a bit of wiggling and getting Kaidoh to corporate—and then he pulls at Kaidoh's other hand, forcing him to sit up against him. They stay like that for a second, at that awkward position with limbs tangled, and sweaty chests pressed together. Momoshiro dips his head down to kiss Kaidoh's neck, before he starts pushing him up further against the couch, until Kaidoh can't go back anymore, and his back is resting against the couch. Momoshiro moves on top of him, trying to be slick, and cool, and not awkward, but he does manage to knee Kaidoh in his shin on accident. He gets an angry look from Kaidoh, and Momoshiro tries to brush it off by quickly covering Kaidoh's mouth with his.

Then he pulls back just as fast, and moves down, kissing the right side of Kaidoh's neck, the one with no hickey on it. He moves even lower, planting another kiss on his collarbone. Momoshiro keeps leaving a trail of kisses as he goes lower and lower, hands sliding across Kaidoh's torso as he goes, until he's leaving kisses around his belly button. Momoshiro's chest is pressing up against Kaidoh's crotch, and it makes his heart flutter when he can feel it. The sweatpants don't hide much. Momoshiro's hands move down until they rest at the rim of Kaidoh's pants, holding onto his hips. He deliberately moves up a bit, so that his chest slides over the hard bump in Kaidoh's pants—an action that makes his own cheeks burn red—and instead of kissing the skin above the belly button, he takes a soft nip at it with his teeth.

Kaidoh groans and arches his hips up off the couch. It's a reaction that's totally out of his control, and a part of him is kind of horrified. But the rest of him is feeling too good to pay much attention to how he's acting, too focused on what Momoshiro is doing to care.

He runs his hand over the back of Momoshiro's head, through his hair and down to the soft skin of his neck. He digs his nails in there, just a little, like he's impatient, because suddenly he feels like he is. Things manage to get heated between them so quickly and already his brain feels like it's been scrambled into a frenzy. He uses that same hand to drag Momoshiro back up his body, until they're face to face again. He was getting a bit frustrated with Momoshiro doing all these things to him, and he feels like it's time for him to even things out between them, and get his control back. He rolls his hips forward again, feeling his erection collide with the hardness in Momoshiro's pants. This time, he hears Momoshiro let out of a groan of his own and unlike with his groaning earlier, no part of Kaidoh is horrified at that, at hearing it come out of Momoshiro's mouth instead. He just wants to do things to hear that sound again.

He doesn't move in to cover Momoshiro's mouth with his own. Instead, he presses his lips against the side of Momoshiro's face, the movement sloppy as he catches his breath as he goes, breathing out against Momoshiro's cheek as his mouth trails to Momoshiro's ear and lingers there as he nips lightly at the lobe. Then he ducks his head against the crook of Momoshiro's neck and bites at Momoshiro's collarbone, then his neck, then his shoulder, then back to his neck again where he kisses the skin like he's gasping against it, his lips ragged and inaccurate. But it doesn't really matter that he's losing control a bit here, because he can feel and hear it in Momoshiro's reactions that he is too.

The last song transitions into a new one and vaguely, Kaidoh remembers they're still here in a karaoke room, that there was no lock on the door, that there could be people just on the other side of the wall. Can they really do this here? Well, it's a bit too late for doubts like that. They already are, aren't they? It feels dangerous and Kaidoh is kind of embarrassed to realize that's kind of arousing in and of itself. It's making him feel like everything is a little more urgent, a little more desperate.

Finally he leaves Momoshiro's neck and moves his mouth back towards Momoshiro's lips, covering them with his own as his hands wrap their way around Momoshiro's back, sliding down all the way to Momoshiro's hips, his fingers hooking under the top of his pants. He feels Momoshiro squirm a little against him as his fingers tug under the material, pressing indentations into Momoshiro's skin, and there isn't even a hint of hesitation in doing it, not any worry that Momoshiro might stop him. He feels uncharacteristically confident with this, with doing this. It's okay, it's allowed, and they both want it. That's all he needs to think about.

Momoshiro nudges forwards with his entire body, reacting to Kaidoh's fingers so close to him, wedging underneath the fabric, and closer to his lips as well. But it's not close enough. The position is a bit awkward, so Momoshiro places his own hands on top of Kaidoh's and leaves one last and hard kiss on his mouth before he breaks it off. He leans back far enough so that he can prop his knees up between Kaidoh's legs. It certainly broke off their momentum, but Momoshiro is not allowing Kaidoh to leave, holding his hands hostage, and now firmly planted on his hips, sliding towards his ass.

He maneuvers his legs until he's thrown both of them over Kaidoh's hips, and can wrap them around his lower back. Now that's a much better position. Momoshiro gives Kaidoh a small smirk, before he pushes up against him, their crotches now touching, and their lips meeting again, as if being apart from each other for too long means they'll die.

Momoshiro certainly feels like he needs Kaidoh to live at the moment.

He leaves Kaidoh's hands, trailing up his arms, until he wraps his arms around Kaidoh's neck as well, so he can have more leverage when he's kissing Kaidoh as hard as he can. Kaidoh doesn't hold back either, sucking hard, biting at him, thrusting his tongue against his—it's just incredible. Everything feels incredible, not to mention the pace is going so fast it's leaving him kind of numb and lightheaded. But he likes it.

Likes it so much, it becomes really hard to hide it. It's not a secret that Momoshiro's turned on by all of this. The little gasps he does each time Kaidoh bites his lips is a dead give away. Especially when Kaidoh rolls his hips into him again. Frankly, anytime he thinks of Kaidoh and the things they do together, is enough to get him all hot and bothered. Simply being together, alone in this karaoke room, was enough to make Momoshiro horny. But nothing sets him off as much as knowing that Kaidoh's like this too. He's not the only one affected by this, Kaidoh seems to want and need it as much as he does. And that, is enough to wash away anything else, any awkwardness, hesitation or doubts. All gone.

All that's left is him and Kaidoh, sitting here in this room which is severely lacking oxygen, not to mention has no lock, doing all of these unspeakable things to each other.

And Momoshiro wouldn't have it any other way.

Subconsciously, Momoshiro ends up digging his hips into Kaidoh's, just to get the stimulation he's craving for. He's just begging to have some action going down there, but he also really likes holding onto Kaidoh and simply kissing him. So he'll settle with rubbing up against Kaidoh for now. His erection feels cramped in his shorts and pants, but taking it off seems very risky in a place like this where they may need to bolt at a moment's notice. No shirts can be explained. No pants however … not so much.

Momoshiro tears his lips away from Kaidoh, and they feel raw and very red, like he's been punched in the face. But it doesn't bother him, not at all. He looks Kaidoh in the eyes, and reflected back is his usual fighting spirit, but something else is in it as well, this needy and desperate glaze. Momoshiro is getting kind of a kick out of it. He runs his fingers through Kaidoh's hair, yanking on them a bit so that he can pull Kaidoh's head back, giving him enough access to kiss his neck once more, and then go for his earlobe. He licks and then takes it between his lips, suckling on it. He feels Kaidoh's hips arch up against him, a groan erupting from his throat. This simply makes Momoshiro more eager to continue, and he snaps his own hips against Kaidoh as well, loving the stimulation that's causing himself to gasp. But enough gentle times, time for some rough play. He uses his front teeth to bite down on Kaidoh's earlobe, and scratches the back of his head at the same time, grinding his body into Kaidoh.

Kaidoh groans again, and midway through, the sound twists into more of a growl. Momoshiro's actions seem to flip a switch inside him, the same one that—before all this—would usually have been sparked by an insult or a punch. He feels like this is familiar territory for them, biting and scratching and both of them being a little rough on each other. It sets Kaidoh at ease, because it feels natural for him to respond to this, it feels normal to him even though he knows it would probably be weird to anyone else.

Well, Momoshiro's not anyone else. They work like this.

Even if it's not a fight, the elements of that are still here, and it gets Kaidoh hyped up in a way nothing else can, not even running. He's not about to admit it out loud, because it would inflate Momoshiro's ego and it's already big enough as it is, but Kaidoh would pick this over running in a heartbeat. It isn't just about getting off with each other, although Momoshiro does kind of send Kaidoh's hormones into overdrive, but even just being close to Momoshiro feels good. Kaidoh is usually a huge advocate for having his personal space, but somehow he doesn't mind as much when Momoshiro is the one invading it.

He digs his nails into Momoshiro's skin, wanting him as close as possible, because the friction he's getting just isn't enough. And he kind of wants to be a little rough about it too, as payback, since everything about this is give and take, push and pull. One of his hands slides around Momoshiro's side and towards his stomach, which is a little awkward when they're pressed up against each other like his, but Momoshiro nudges back a little to make room, his mouth still attached at Kaidoh's ear like he's trying to leave a mark on it, like he won't rest until Kaidoh has marks everywhere. It should be embarrassing but right now, in the hazy heat of everything, it just feels kind of awesome.

Kaidoh's fingers slide down Momoshiro's stomach and under the waistband of his pants. Immediately, Kaidoh can feel Momoshiro react, mouth wrenching away from the side of Kaidoh's face to gasp as he jerks forward against Kaidoh, momentarily trapping Kaidoh's hand between their bodies. Then Kaidoh trails his palm lower, until it swipes across the bulge in Momoshiro's boxers. It's warm and hard and Kaidoh can feel the blood pounding through it. It makes his face flush with color, and for a moment, his own audacity scares him and he feels like flinching away, but then Momoshiro rocks his hips forward in encouragement and Kaidoh remembers that there doesn't need to be anything scary or embarrassing about this. He presses his mouth against the side of Momoshiro's neck, sucking hard as his fingers clumsily fumble their way under the material to touch the scorching skin underneath, finally wrapping all the way around Momoshiro's penis.

His other hand clenches around Momoshiro's hip as he arches his body upwards again, his own erection straining against his track pants as his groin grazes the back of his own hand. He hisses out against Momoshiro's neck, and it sounds different this time, quick and clipped, as his fingers begin to move along the length of Momoshiro's penis, bold, yet without any real rhythm yet.

And Momoshiro lets out a needy little gasp, completely enthralled by Kaidoh's hand, and the way his cold fingers feel like such a relief when it touches the hot skin of his penis. Kaidoh's lips are feeling incredibly hot as well, pressed against his neck, and sucking on a different spot each time, as his hand continues to pull at his erection.

It's been so long, and too much crap has happened during it, that Momoshiro is simply so overjoyed, he lets himself go, and surrenders to this needy and wanting feeling. The need to have Kaidoh close, and continue to do all of these things to him. And he wants it, too.

Momoshiro drops his head against Kaidoh's shoulders, his body temporarily stunned as Kaidoh continues to do whatever he wants with it. As if Momoshiro gave Kaidoh permission to do anything he'd like. And yeah, he sort of already did. Kaidoh raises his hips into him once more, seeming needy as well, and Momoshiro wraps his arms around Kaidoh, like he's trying to hide himself with his body. The strokes on his skin feel fucking fantastic after all this time. Everything feels amazing, Kaidoh's touch is sending him reeling, it's kind of too much … so much that he …

Wait, no. Oh no. No, no, no.

Argh, yes, yes, yes—keep doing that Kaidoh.

Momoshiro moans and stretches out his body against Kaidoh's, head flipped back, Kaidoh's lips sucking on his exposed throat, and his hand frantically stroking his penis.

Shit, this is going to make him explode before Kaidoh can even say 'what the fuck', before he laughs at him for coming way too soon, and making a sticky mess of his hands. And he hadn't even touched Kaidoh yet!

Before Momoshiro's fears are turned into a reality, he manages to push Kaidoh's face away from his neck with both his hands, hands holding onto his cheeks. He moves his hips away from Kaidoh's, so that his hand slips out of his pants. He immediately regrets it, feeling cold and lonely, and everything inside of him is aching to reconcile and continue again. But no, he can't just … and have everything end so quickly … he wants to savour it, to take his time, to enjoy it. He can't do that if he orgasms in his pants like some teenage boy who can't control his hormones.

Though Momoshiro kind of does feel like one when it comes to Kaidoh, his hormones are always out of whack, and can't think of anything besides rubbing himself up against Kaidoh. Kaidoh just has that kind of effect over him.

Momoshiro takes a few seconds to control his damn self, as well as his breathing, being sure to keep Kaidoh locked in place so he can't do anything else that will send him over the edge. He can feel Kaidoh's body movements, unsure and stiff, like perhaps he did something wrong. He didn't, he was doing everything right. So right it just felt too good.

He takes in another deep breath, before he finally feels like he's stabilized his hormones enough to continue. And this time, Kaidoh is not the only one who will be doing something. Momoshiro drops both his hands, and they hurry to unbutton his own pants, zipping it open to give way to his stiff penis, which had been feeling rather cramped when it was stuck in that position. Kaidoh doesn't seem to be waiting either, as he slips his fingers into the hole of his boxers, once more taking hold of him. Momoshiro can't seem to control himself after all, as he just groans again and rocks against Kaidoh's hand in response. But he can't be the only one to enjoy this. He transfers his hands over to Kaidoh's sweatpants, where his own bulge is quite obvious, and a small part inside of Momoshiro feels kind of eager to touch it again, to see Kaidoh's reactions once more. The ones he's masturbated to, for far too many times to count.

Momoshiro smashes his face against Kaidoh's, lips messily meeting up—almost missing, actually. He moves his mouth roughly across Kaidoh's, and he gets the same treatment in return. He can feel Kaidoh's hand pull his erection out into the open and cold air, and it feels like such a relief, that Momoshiro thinks he's about to come again. This is getting dangerous, every action seems to be enough to set him off. So he quickly fumbles around with Kaidoh's sweatpants, until he nudges it down a bit towards his hipbones, the hemline sliding over the bulge. He quickly sticks his hands down there to grab Kaidoh's equally hard penis. A relief washes over him; it almost feels like nostalgia. Like it's been way too long since the last time they did this. It feels like it's been an eon.

And then they start up again, like a program booting up. Its mission is to go as fast as possible, because their hands can't seem to stay still. Instead they're both frantically moving their hands over soft and warm skin.

Momoshiro bites Kaidoh's lip, hoping it will prevent himself from orgasming too fast, hoping that if Kaidoh bites him back, it will hurt enough to temporarily distract him. And Kaidoh does bite back, taking every hit as it comes and returning it with the same kind of fighting spirit. It backfires on Momoshiro, as this feels as exciting as it did the first time, and he feels his penis twitch in turn with Kaidoh's strokes. Ah fuck.

This is definitely not going to last long.

Momoshiro breaks away from Kaidoh to take a deep breath, and he looks at him with these exhausted eyes. This is so unfair. Why is it only him? Though to be fair, Kaidoh looks out of breath too, and he's pulling his face into these arousing facial expressions.

Kaidoh opens his eyes to stare back at Momoshiro with an expression like he's accusing him of something, but his ability to glare is kind of deteriorating with each stroke of Momoshiro's fingers over his penis. In fact, Kaidoh merely manages to look hazy and unfocused, which is coincidentally, kind of how he feels. His brain's being flooded with so many sensations right now that he doesn't know how to deal with them. His capacity for thought is turning to mush, and all his movements feel like they're based solely on instinct now; he's not thinking anything through. He's just doing what feels right, and that's making all the things Momoshiro does in return feel heightened somehow, like Kaidoh no longer has the roadblocks of hesitation or worry in his way.

No, right now there isn't anything in his way at all, and it's all he can do to keep his own hand moving, like it's on autopilot, unable to do anything but continue. The temptation to just stop and savor the feeling of Momoshiro's hand against him is hard to avoid, but Kaidoh's not about to give up so easily. Especially since, while it's embarrassing to admit even to himself, he kind of gets a kick out of seeing Momoshiro so undone.

He curls his fingers more tightly around Momoshiro's penis and pumps them up the shaft and down again towards the base, the rhythm of their hands starting to fall into sync, until it seems like they're moving in tandem. It's fast, and the sweat and pre-cum makes everything sound slick and a little sloppy, but embarrassing sounds like that are hard for Kaidoh to hear above the blood pounding in his ears as tension seems to climb up through him, from his toes which are curled and tense, then clear up the back of his neck to the top of his head.

He uses his free hand to clutch the back of Momoshiro's neck and pull him closer again, but doesn't kiss him this time. It seems like too much effort at this point, and they're breathing so hard and fast that he thinks if they keep their mouths closed over each other for too long one or both of them will pass out from lack of oxygen. So Kaidoh just nudges his fingers into the soft skin of Momoshiro's neck until Momoshiro moves and presses his forehead against his own.

Kaidoh arches his hips, feeling his penis slide through Momoshiro's fingers, and pants out air against Momoshiro's face. He keeps holding Momoshiro's gaze, like maybe that'll keep him grounded, keep him from losing control. It feels like they only just started doing this a moment ago, it's all going by in a blur, but already Kaidoh's feeling pretty overwhelmed and his face is beaded with sweat like he's been running a marathon.

Momoshiro is aching to press his lips onto Kaidoh's, but anytime he opens his mouth, he simply seems to let out embarrassing sounds instead. It feels too good, Kaidoh's hand wrapped around his penis, and simply jerking him off—it's making him lose focus on everything. Even his intense stare is sending chills down his spine.

It's different than when Momoshiro does it himself. It's not necessarily better in terms of technique, but he certainly doesn't moan and gasp when he's doing it to himself. Only Kaidoh can cause that kind of thing to happen. Only he can make him feel fuzzy twinges in his stomach. Like his fingers are made out of magic, and they keep pulling these weird things out of him. Yes, it's certainly not the same. But it's a thousand times more satisfying, especially when he's doing the same thing to Kaidoh as well.

They're just a sticky mess of limbs pulling up and down, sitting against each other trying to breathe enough to stay alive.

Masturbating could never hold up to this. Momoshiro has tried, to keep himself busy, to tide himself over during the long period where they didn't do anything with each other. But it never came close to this, to the intimacy they share, down to the way Kaidoh's hand feels on his burning skin. It's just different, and it gets him off so bad, Momoshiro is afraid he's going to finish up quickly once more.

He can feel it as Kaidoh's fingers dig deeper into the skin of his neck, the way he tightens his grip, yet sloppily yanks on it like there's nothing else on his mind. Momoshiro really wants to kiss, it's this burning sensation just sitting on his lips, and Kaidoh's face—covered in sweat and making this really erotic expression—is right there! So he leans forward, tilting his head so he can kiss him at least once. Right as he does that, Kaidoh seems to take this as an invitation to roll his hips into him, banging both of their hands together, and causing a weird and funny sensation to crawl up his penis.

And that's how Momoshiro presses himself up close to Kaidoh as he lets out three short bursts of gasps, as his entire body shakes and trembles, stopping his own movements on Kaidoh's penis. Each tremble is accompanied with his penis shooting out little strings of sperm right into Kaidoh's hand, and onto his own stomach. He feels blissfully good for just about a second, like he's in heaven, but then Momoshiro feels completely embarrassed and kind of humiliated.

He clings to Kaidoh, his face turned away and pressed into his shoulder; horrified that he's already had an orgasm right now, that he couldn't keep it in. It hasn't even been two minutes already—the same song from before is still playing! Great … what's Kaidoh supposed to think of that? He feels completely red in his face, and is worried Kaidoh will laugh at him all of the sudden, for being so completely needy and hormonal and premature and ... and …

Luckily, Kaidoh isn't really the laughing type, although a little smile does creep into the corner of his mouth, which is still more positive emotion than he's used to showing. He can't help it though. It's actually kind of endearing to see that Momoshiro did miss Kaidoh, and missed this too, and that he's as into it as Kaidoh is … or as the evidence would suggest, maybe even more so. It makes a weird, warm feeling spread through Kaidoh, knowing that he can make Momoshiro like this, that he lost control even though Kaidoh barely did anything at all. It's kind of embarrassing to admit, but it's a bigger turn-on than anything else could be, one that spurs Kaidoh on and makes him suddenly feel like he should be rushing to catch up, like Momoshiro's already at the finish line and Kaidoh has to prove himself too. That, and now that Momoshiro has finished, it feels like all the attention is suddenly on Kaidoh instead, an awkward imbalance that makes Kaidoh embarrassed and overly self-aware.

He tries to squash those feelings down though, because all the nerves in his body are shouting that there isn't anything wrong with drawing this out. It feels too good to end it just yet, although it also feels like he probably won't last too much longer himself. All the blood seems to be rushing through him at the speed of sound, thudding at his eardrums and thrumming in his limbs. Or maybe that's the vibrating bass line of the song playing—It's hard for Kaidoh to tell at this point. Everything feels a little blurred together.

He nudges his nose against Momoshiro's cheek, to make sure he's still in this with him. Momoshiro's face feels incredibly warm, and just the proximity sends electric sparks clear through Kaidoh's skin. It feels like they're touching each other everywhere right now. They need to start moving again or Kaidoh feels like he'll die from the anticipation alone.

"Idiot," he mutters, familiar challenge in his tone, the word like an instinct more than anything. His voice sounds ragged, as he's still kind of hanging in a sort of limbo, his heart pounding, his breaths sloppy and short. He presses his mouth against the side of Momoshiro's face, and that feels like an instinct to him too, but he has no idea where the hell it came from. It's a weird impulse that's been growing, that has nothing to do with how quickly he's going to get off, and everything to do with just liking being close to Momoshiro. All of Kaidoh's weird hang-ups with physical proximity seem to fly out the window when it comes to him.

While the hand on Momoshiro's penis starts to unwrap and loosen itself, his fingers feeling stiff and sticky, the one behind Momoshiro's neck slides to his shoulder and Kaidoh tightens his grip, using it for leverage to pull himself up and thrust against Momoshiro's hand, encouraging him to keep going.

His mouth keeps sliding against Momoshiro's cheek until Momoshiro stops hiding against his shoulder and pulls back so that Kaidoh can close his eyes and kiss him on the lips again. Come on, he thinks, feeling impatient and eager and overwhelmed all at once. He can't help but feel anything else right now, although the way his heart is pounding underscores each movement like it's something important, like it's about more than just hormones. Well, if Kaidoh's honest with himself, that's something he's known for a while, and it's not something that scares him the way it might have in the past. Instead it just feels more exciting than anything he's known.

Momoshiro feels the embarrassment and shame eb away. His cheeks still feel red and hot, but more so because Kaidoh's lips had touched it, not because he's hiding away in fear anymore. He gently presses his lips back against Kaidoh's, feeling a little bit more at ease.

Yes, he truly is an idiot. When it comes to Kaidoh, Momoshiro simply can't help himself. He does things he's never imagined, and feels emotions and sensations he could have only dreamed about before. He still feels a bit bummed out though, since he was the one to tell Kaidoh to relax after all, if they wanted to draw this out. Well, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't draw it out at all. The only drawing out that happened, was Kaidoh's fingers pulling his orgasm out of him.

And now it's Kaidoh's turn. It's not that Momoshiro wasn't going to finish him off—he enjoys doing this to Kaidoh as well—he was just a bit shaken from his premature ejaculation. Except Kaidoh isn't, he seems to be gnawing on his lips, urgent and needy, and his hips are rolling into his hand, making his throbbing penis slide in and out of his hand. Even though Momoshiro already had his quick and dirty orgasm, this is still such a turn on. Being in this room with Kaidoh, doing this with him, will never cease to be exciting. Everything about Kaidoh is exciting, and now Momoshiro is eager to continue.

His own flaccid penis forgotten, Momoshiro finally starts sliding his hand over the smooth skin of Kaidoh's penis again. The other hand is cupping Kaidoh's cheek, holding him in place as Momoshiro kisses him with newfound intensity. Kaidoh returns his kiss, albeit a bit sloppy and rough. But that's how Momoshiro likes it too. He curls his fingers around the hot skin, going up to the very top, and pausing a small moment to rub his thumb right on the slit. A thin trail of precum stretches between his thumb and the glans, which he uses to lubricate the rest of Kaidoh's penis. It does after all, feel better for him when it's slick and wet, so he thinks Kaidoh probably likes it more like this, too. Then he goes faster, pulling the skin with him, and listening to the quick breaths emerging from Kaidoh's mouth.

Momoshiro breaks away from the moist lips, giving Kaidoh a moment to catch his breath because he seems to be losing oxygen fast. But also, like this, Momoshiro can watch Kaidoh's face scrunch up in pleasure. It makes his heart beat faster, and it's got nothing to do with wanting to get off. He already did. Right now, everything he does is for Kaidoh, to make him feel good, to get him to keep making those faces that are now burned in his retina forever. And those sounds … those erotic sounds which haunt him at night in bed, when he feels alone and misses Kaidoh. Sometimes, it's just too much for him.

Momoshiro moves his hand away from Kaidoh's warm and soft cheek, scraping it right behind his ear, and resting behind his head, where he presses his fingertips into his scalp. He scratches the skin, in tune with each stroke of his hand, and he can see Kaidoh squeeze his eyes shut and bite his lip. Again, his heart starts to thrum in his chest. It feels good to see Kaidoh like this, to be the cause of it. It might even feel better than his orgasm, or perhaps it's just a different kind of good. A really warm and fuzzy kind of good. He can't resist Kaidoh when he's whimpering like this in front of him, so he drops his head against Kaidoh's neck, and presses his lips against the hot skin there, feeling like he needs to leave Kaidoh's mouth alone so he won't die from lack of air.

There's one thing Momoshiro has been wanting to try out. It's always been on the back of his mind, and always on the tip of his tongue. He leaves small and light kisses on Kaidoh's neck, moving up until he reaches his jawline. He squeezes Kaidoh's penis harder as he quickens his pace, feeling Kaidoh's impatient hips thrusting against him as well. He leaves a small kiss on his earlobe, and closes his own eyes, taking in a small breath.

He waits a few seconds before parting his lips again, resting against the side of Kaidoh's head. "Kaoru," he croaks out in his unused voice.

For once, Momoshiro isn't calling Kaidoh any stupid insult, or a cheeky nickname; he's just calling him by his name. His real one. Because he can. Because he wanted to. Because his head is clouded by nothing but Kaidoh. Because he's the only thing he thinks about. And he's alright with that. It's just him, and Kaidoh. Momoshiro sighs against Kaidoh's ear, feeling overwhelmed by this blissful sensation.

It makes Kaidoh's whole body jolt, like Momoshiro's voice is lightning shocking through him and splitting him in two. Just his breath alone sends chills through Kaidoh's skin, and even though it makes him shiver it doesn't make him feel cold at all. Everything in this moment is so warm that even the chills themselves are catching fire.

Somewhere within him, there's a familiar itching feeling to protest that name, like he might once have, because Momoshiro's not supposed to call him that, because it's weird, because it's not what they do … but it's quickly overwhelmed by all the other, much better feelings coursing through him like wildfire. And Kaidoh realizes that, actually, all the supposed to's might not really be so important anymore. Momoshiro can call him his first name. He can call him whatever he wants. Even if things have changed and now they're doing this together. Especially if they're doing this together.

Besides, Kaidoh kind of likes the way it sounds coming out of Momoshiro's mouth. It's not like how anyone else would say it.

Spurred on by Momoshiro's breaths against his ear, Kaidoh jerks up against Momoshiro's hand, urging him to speed up. His fingernails dig into Momoshiro's shoulder, so sudden and deep that he hears Momoshiro let out a pained gasp, but he doesn't loosen his hold. At the moment doing so feels impossible because every muscle in his body feels like it's tensing in anticipation, like a racket string being stretched tighter and tighter. And there's no stopping it, there isn't even any way to slow it down. Momoshiro's hand keeps moving over his penis, the movement slippery and fast. Kaidoh can't help himself, and now his hips seem to be moving on their own accord, bucking and thrusting almost angrily. It's like his own name, said in Momoshiro's ragged voice was some sort of codeword and it unlocked him, undid him.

It's a little embarrassing if that's true, but maybe it is, because it isn't long before Kaidoh thrusts forward violently against Momoshiro's fingers and just holds there, like everything is paused in mid-air. Even his breath stops for a second. And then his whole body seems to shudder and his penis empties in several short spurts, and finally the tightly wound anticipation curling through his body unknots itself and he exhales a long, shaky breath.

He rolls his neck, his head feeling heavy, and all his muscles exhausted. Momoshiro's sweaty hair brushes against the side of his face as he moves, and then Kaidoh drops his head so it presses against the curve of Momoshiro's neck and he stays there, panting and catching his breath, feeling contentment and release wash over him.

To be honest, Momoshiro is actually pretty turned on still at the moment, and if it weren't for the fact that he can't get hard right now, he might have gotten off at seeing Kaidoh like this.

Well, had Kaidoh lasted any longer, then it wouldn't be a problem for Momoshiro; he'd have gone for another round.

Instead, Momoshiro feels his own tensions slowly slip away as Kaidoh's hasty breaths turn into steadier ones. His hand feels slick with Kaidoh's sperm, and his stomach too. Why didn't he think of bringing an extra pair of underwear? Well, that would be like he was expecting it to end up like this. Momoshiro's cheeks turn a little pink when he silently admits that yes, perhaps he had been expecting this. Or maybe a better choice of words was that he was hoping for it. Desperately hoping that they could return like this, that this was okay to do again. And it is. The way Kaidoh is slumped against him, both arms around his back to hold him close, it feels like everything is okay again. Everything feels perfect.

Momoshiro doesn't even feel the need to reach for tissues this time to clean themselves. This moment feels too good to move and break it off. Like he'll break some sort of magic.

A love song continues to play in the background, but Momoshiro's own heartbeat is drowning out that kind of noise; it's loud and it's steady. He can feel Kaidoh's own heartbeat as well, their chests resting against each other, feeling warm and sweaty. Kaidoh's body feels heavy, but comforting against him. Momoshiro presses his face into the nook of Kaidoh's neck just like Kaidoh; the side of their heads touching now. He can't help but continue making these soft and satisfied sounding sighs. It's because he feels incredibly content right now, with Kaidoh in his arms, matching the same rhythm of his heartbeat. The hand around Kaidoh's penis loosens as he feels it going soft, but doesn't make a move to pull away. It's strangely comforting to continue holding him like this.

At the moment, Momoshiro can't fathom why he had ever doubted this, why he'd freaked out. Because this is probably the only place he feels like he belongs; with Kaidoh. Never had it once felt wrong to do it. It only ever felt like the best time of his life—so why did he have to act like it was something they shouldn't be doing? He feels stupid for ever having thought like that, for pushing Kaidoh away, and for being an idiot in general.

Momoshiro embraces Kaidoh with one arm around his neck, and breathes in his scent. He was really so stupid. To have ever thought of not doing this, of letting it go. How can he? He's always been unable to leave Kaidoh alone. And the only time he didn't try to bother Kaidoh, was because he was under the impression Kaidoh hated him for real, and wanted to stop being bothered. But now that they're here, years later, together again in a totally different way, Momoshiro can't imagine not being around Kaidoh. There's just no way. Whatever Momoshiro is doing, he will always find the time to contact Kaidoh. Whether it would be through an annoying text message, an urgent phonecall, or simply dropping by—Momoshiro feels this strong urge to always seek Kaidoh out. To always be with him and spend time with him, to share things and see his reactions.

"Sorry …" he suddenly breathes out against Kaidoh's neck. His eyelashes brush up against Kaidoh's skin as he opens his eyes to stare at the couch. "For being stupid, and stuff," he explains in a rather inarticulate way. He can't really find a way to put this into words, how ashamed he actually feels for having acted this way. How important this is to him.

Momoshiro tightens his embrace and kisses Kaidoh's neck twice. "I don't want to stop this," he admits in a rather confident voice. Because if there's one thing he knows, it's that Kaidoh makes him feel amazing each time they do this.

"Good," Kaidoh says, before he can stop himself, and for once he doesn't immediately stumble to correct it with a less enthusiastic-sounding reply. It is good. It's better than good. It's all Kaidoh wanted to hear. He pushes his face closer against Momoshiro so that his nose is buried against his collarbone. It feels so effortless, and Kaidoh wonders how Momoshiro manages to make him feel like this, like there's this protective forcefield surrounding them and Kaidoh can do anything, no fears or worries or consequences. He can't even imagine this with anyone else. The idea of anyone but Momoshiro feels jarring and wrong. It's always been Momoshiro; it can only be him.

He shifts against Momoshiro, their skin sliding, still sweaty and there's some stickiness too. It should be kind of unpleasant, but right now Kaidoh can't really find anything wrong with this moment. He's simply content and happy and even almost looks it, his expression relaxed and open. He presses his mouth against the crook of Momoshiro's neck and just leaves it there for a while, not feeling any rush to pull away just yet.

It's different from the first few times they did this, when Kaidoh felt awkward and embarrassed immediately after. There are still traces of that now, but mostly Kaidoh just feels really good, warmth spread out inside of him, filling him up. His breaths and heartbeats feel more even now but that still doesn't stop his body from continuing to hum with excitement.

Momoshiro doesn't feel like moving, sitting here with Kaidoh, arms intimately wrapped around each other, after they've done that together, feels like the nicest place on earth. He thinks briefly how perhaps it wasn't the island he could call home, but it's being with Kaidoh that makes him feel so at ease. Even in this stuffy karaoke room, every bone in his body is telling him this is the place he's meant to be. Wherever Kaidoh goes, he'd follow. Being apart isn't possible anymore, much less be an actual option. The way his heart is beating, his skin tingling with a slight undercurrent of electricity, and the butterflies fluttering around in his stomach—it's all because of Kaidoh. This nice and buoyant feeling, that's swelling him up from head to toe, is all because he's here, his head resting on his neck and his lips pressed up against the skin there.

He wants to touch Kaidoh more, using his hands, but they're covered with both of their sperm, and that's actually pretty nasty. No matter how good they're feeling, Momoshiro is pretty sure Kaidoh won't appreciate it getting stuck in his hair. Ew. Or his bandana. Well, he did see some tissues on the table (do people do this sort of stuff often in karaoke rooms!?). He takes a long time to decide to pull back, as it's so warm and comfortable to be holding Kaidoh like this; he really doesn't want to leave it. What if they can't return in the same position?

But eventually, the urge to touch Kaidoh wins Momoshiro over, and he finally shifts back a bit, lifting his head from Kaidoh's neck He feels Kaidoh do the same, and now they're facing each other again.

Momoshiro feels his heartbeat speed up, like it's jumping up and down in his ribcage, when he sees Kaidoh look back at him. There's this very relaxed and wanton expression on his face. Momoshiro thinks he probably looks the same. He swallows, before throwing out his desire to clean them up, and he leans forwards, capturing Kaidoh's waiting lips with his own. He closes his eyes and lets out this needy breath of air as he can feel Kaidoh push back with the same eagerness, each sucking on each other as if it has meaning. And maybe it does. Maybe it carries a lot of meaning that is hard to put into words. Like how he's missed talking to Kaidoh. Missed being with him. Missed doing this with him. Missed everything about him.

As their kiss goes on longer than intended for, and getting more passionate by the second, Momoshiro subconsciously brings up his hand to touch Kaidoh's face—but stops just in time before he does. Right, he needs to clean that up. He plucks his lips away from Kaidoh, already regretting it when he feels cold and lonely without it.

"Let me, uhh, get some tissues," says Momoshiro. Kaidoh seems to understand and his arms slips away from his back. Now he feels really cold. But he has to get it over with.

Luckily the tissues are close enough to reach by stretching his arm out that he doesn't have to move much. He tugs out a bunch, then gets to work, like he's an autopilot. He wipes everything clean, and tucks both their exposed privates back into their pants. Kaidoh helps after he steals a tissue from him, which Momoshiro won't complain about. It's all a bit stiff and stilted, and limbs are awkwardly getting in the way, but it's not any worse the previous times they've done this. In fact, it feels more like a relief to be able to act like this, to clean up after themselves like it's part of their routine. He throws the dirty tissues into a trash can that's somewhere behind him. He hopes he didn't miss. When he's finally done, he stares a little bit at Kaidoh, who is still resting against the couch behind him. They're both quiet, the only sounds are their breaths and the stupid song playing on the TV.

Well, Momoshiro has waited long enough. He crawls over Kaidoh's body, but instead of lying on top of him, he rolls over next to him onto his side, one arm hooked around Kaidoh's bare chest to prevent himself from falling off the edge of the couch. It's not that wide. He nuzzles his face against Kaidoh's shoulder, and leaves a light kiss on it. His hands travels from Kaidoh's chest towards his hipbone, and reaches for Kaidoh's own hand and gently tugs it back up closer to their faces. His fingers wrap around it, feeling comfortable and at ease like this.

"We can stay here for a bit longer," Momoshiro says. He did pay for two hours after all, and it didn't exactly take long to finish up. He blushes again at his lack of self control. He cast his eyes down and sighs. "Next time … next time I'll uhh …" he squirms against Kaidoh, "won't be as quick, or something," he finishes in a pipsqueak voice. It's embarrassing he didn't last long at all.

Kaidoh makes a disbelieving sound and automatically challenges him on it. "You can try," he taunts in a low mutter. It's like a reflex, like this is some old, often retread argument he can win. It only takes him a second to realize how awkward it is to be trying to argue over something like this, to be talking about it at all, so he quickly huffs and adds, "I mean … y-yeah," sounding as dismissive as he can manage, although it's hard to focus on words when Momoshiro's so close and there aren't very many layers of clothing separating them.

It still feels weird to speak like this, like they're both okay with it, like this could be normal. Maybe it's supposed to be that way, maybe it could be, but at the moment that doesn't stop the conversation from feeling kind of embarrassing to Kaidoh. It doesn't help that Momoshiro is blushing and Kaidoh's fairly certain he is too.

So instead, as if to draw attention away from the weirdness he's feeling, Kaidoh shrugs against Momoshiro, shifting a little until his free hand can slide up to brush into Momoshiro's hair, since somehow the touching doesn't feel awkward at all, and he's really missed it, more than he'd care to admit. He isn't sure why this is easy when talking is not, because this is, objectively, a lot more intimate and he should feel a lot more exposed. But it's like he's a different person with Momoshiro, one who likes touching and being touched. He can't get over of the feeling of Momoshiro's skin under his fingers, of being able to reach out and touch him and no longer even really need to think about it first.

He gives Momoshiro's hand a little squeeze and echoes quietly, "Yeah, next time," a solid and confident warmth filling him at the reassurance that there will be a next time, many next times, that they can keep doing this, keep being together as much as they want, that neither one of them wants it to stop.